⭒ Lost ⭒ Ryomen S.

i'm honored you say my brain cells are jewels, but i regret to inform you that i have 3 left and all are down with a severe case of horny. do you know how hard it is to study when all you can think is how toji would jeopardize it so you'd drop out and he'd get to housewife you up?? not him sitting near your desk, blatantly reading a porn magazine and ensuring you're in full-view of the tent in his pants. the more you try to ignore him, the more he causally gets more obvious, eventually culminating in him jacking off and convincing you to only give him one blowjob then he'd leave you alone. he didn't (obviously, this jackass) and instead had a productive breeding session with you, all. night. long.

i'm trying to function as a normal human being but i can't stop thinking about how toji may allow me to suck on his titties after i pass my exams as he pats my head and rubs circles into my back. him complimenting me on how hard i worked and that am i good girl as i suck on those massive beautiful tits of his like there is no tomorrow. inside though, he's silently lamenting how his master plan failed because we all know i'd be better suited for taking care of his kiddos as his dumb housewife.

(just make a picture to show Toji's tits)

TW: dub-con, housewife kink, oral sex, breeding, spanking, description of porn magazines

Oh no, I know how hard it is for you to face these thirst; it's SO FUCKING HOT. can't take it just thinking about it 😩 seriously raku it's a big loss to the world if you don't show these thoughts.

He pretends to be happy to see us achieve something, interact and socialize with other people like he's a generous old man, but he's not. In his eyes, you are more suitable as a little housewife who takes care of his children, so he gives you that kind of reward. Toji's body is quite strong, so his tits are a little heavy. He strokes your hair as you aggressively suck his nipples, tells you what a lovely and smart good girl you are and plays with your nipples accordingly in return after that.

I like how you describe Toji gradually destroying the motivation of the girlfriend to study. Toji sits in front of you and reads porn magazines. Even as you try your best to review your notes, you still get the occasional glimpse of magazine cover headlines and female models' boobs, such as "little wife on foreign beach honeymoon gets rough fucked by husband," "horny housewife gets a lot of rounds of breeding!", "pregnant college student milked by others." Whether or not this is just a fictional subject of filming, these are clearly horny titles. You panic in embarrassment and ask him to go back to the room to read, but he flatly refuses.

Under cover of the table, you rubbed your thighs quietly, maintaining a calm face, but it didn't escape his observation. Like you said, Toji sits closer to make sure you can see the tent up in his pants, and you know exactly how big that is. You get distracted and try to bury your face in the pile of notes - until you hear the sound of masturbation. You look up and catch a glimpse of him pulling out the erect, thick cock and fondling it slowly, occasionally with a low moan in his throat. You burn your cheeks and accuse him in exasperation and embarrassment - are you serious? You're almost in tears, stressing again to him that there's an exam tomorrow, and you don't want to repeat it, and you don't want to be a housewife-

"I know- I know. You don't have to rage, baby girl." Toji snickered. "But it's been a day since I fucked you. Why don't you give me a little blowjob, and I'll leave you alone."

He hasn't fucked you for a day. He still fucked you in bed last night; what a sacrifice, like he hasn't fucked you in a week. What a smug bastard.

But you can't deny the wet spot in your panties. That masturbation picture stimulates you. Plus, it's a perfect deal if he leaves you alone.

You dropped those study notes. It was a mistake.

You kneel in front of Toji, and he slaps you in the face with his huge dick, causing you to whine. You open your mouth with a shudder and grab the red tip, making a sound of water before licking the swollen perimeter, listening to him compliment you on what a perfect wife and slut you would be. He cums in your mouth without warning while you're in tears and gagged his cock down your throat.

After that, Toji orders you to stick out the tip of your tongue and check that you have swallowed all his seeds. It's a pity that there is still a trace of white on your tongue, and he put you on his thigh to give you a spanking, and your exclamations and pleas are all drowned out in the slaps. He'll use that as an excuse and then finger you relentlessly, wash your mind with orgasm, shove his hardened cock into your wet pussy, and rock his waist back and forth. He fucks you stupid all night and stuffs you with cum.

It's too late when you realize it's just a lie. You had to drop out to be his cute little housewife >.<

OMG KIKIIIII!!! I WOULD LOVE TO HEAR U TALKING ABT ZHONGLI MAKING A MESS OUT OF HIS BELOVED S/O WITH HIS DRAGON TONGUE!!! AND YOU'RE WELCOMEEE!! ZHONGLI IS JUST CHEF'S KISS 🥰🥰🥰

ok, ok, hold on, I'm blushing like a slut right now, I've been thinking about zhongli using his body parts as dragon for such a long time... I might even make a longer post about it, but for now let's hold back with just a little bit!

zhongli is not the most experimental guy in the world because he has seen, felt and touched so many things in his life that it's hard for him not to know what he likes and what he doesn't, but this would be put in check when one day you asked him how he felt when he changed from human to dragon form and also asked if you could touch, or at least see, it. he hardly denies you anything, so if you ask, he gives it to you without a second thought, and it was a surprise for him to see you run your fingers so delicately over the small scales that appeared around his eyes when he slowly changed from human to half-draconic form that essentially only changed the eyes, mouth including teeth, and the appearance of the skin on his face and neck. your fingers passed over his mouth as they stroked his cheek and, in an innocent game, zhongli let his forked tongue slip between his lips and curl around your index finger.

it was a strange sensation for you, the texture of the tongue was still soft, but it seemed to tickle, especially when zhongli contorted and wrapped it around the base of your finger as if he was making a ring. you silly giggled, if your much older boyfriend had known what was going on in your mind as his tongue went back into his mouth maybe his cheeks would have turned red.

little did you know that zhongli was thinking the same thing, maybe even more explicitly and maliciously than you were. but, because of that, it wasn't all that surprising when he pinned you against the bed and slid between your legs with hands already spreading your thighs and busying themselves with removing your clothes.

it was only a matter of time before his forked tongue came out between lips again and this time brushed against your clit in the same smooth way it had done around your delicate finger. you inevitably felt little electric waves travel down your back and your pussy tightened around nothing; all beneath the watchful eyes of the former geo archon.

the chance was before his eyes, why not try it? if you asked him to stop, he would do it immediately. but, stopping? was literally the last thing on your mind and in your trembling body as soon as you felt your walls being slowly opened and stretched by zhongli's long tongue and the tips of it curving up to brush against your sweetest spot.

your hips forced themselves up against his face, grinding as if you were about to ride the face of that ancient god. and he would have let you do that if he didn't want to fuck you so badly on his own with his inhuman tongue and make you cum hard for it.

his hands held you sometimes by the hips, sometimes by the thighs, and his amber eyes with a reptilian pupil cutting them down the middle never left yours for all the minutes he used to turn you into a mess of drooling, whimpering, and loud moans that matched, to zhongli's eyes, and very much with the wet sounds coming from his tongue running between your folds, licking your throbbing clit and exploring your pussy; all while your slickness wet his mouth and chin and advocated how close to orgasm you were.

zhongli couldn't feel your body inside completely using just his tongue, but from the way your thighs were trying to smother him and your walls tightened around the length of his wet muscle he could tell that the hot sensation deep inside of the bottom of your belly was getting more and more intense and tighter.

in the end, you came with the archon geo's tongue still deep inside your tiny pussy and with no chance to move away from his mouth, since his hands were firmly around your thighs pinning your quivering body against the bed and his mouth completely over you, drinking every last drop of your sweet juices.

during those brief seconds that your vision blurred and your toes curled, you felt too full with just his tongue and it felt even better when your face lowered to look at zhongli's and his eyes were staring at you as if the best prey lay before them. you were lucky enough to look at him as soon as his tongue slid out and snaked through the air licking his chin and part of his cheeks and your inner thigh wet from your sweet juices.

"mhm," zhongli hummed standing up and giving you a smile that let you catch a glimpse of his startled canines, "it's not so bad to have a dragon boyfriend sometimes, right?"

maybe you two had better prepare each other. you because zhongli would want to eat you out from now on using only his draconic tongue, he because you wanted to test how far he could control his own powers when being deep inside you and fucking you without being completely in his human form.

— genshin masterlist.

Between Light and Dark - Naruto x fem!reader x Sasuke

an: this was my first forte into writing with Naruto characters, it's a little old now and I think my writing has improved but I still adore this story and thought it might be fun to post over here. All of my own design, no request for this filth!

pairing: Naruto Uzimaki x fem!reader x Sasuke Uchiha

warnings: NSFW, post canon events, canon divergent, set when Naruto is Hokage, angst, hurt/comfort, mmf threesome, spanking, discussion of punishment, brat behaviour, oral sex f!receiving and m!receiving, gagging, unprotected sex, lil aftercare

You had really done it this time.

There would be no gentle slap on the wrists after this stunt, no way. True you hadn't risked any lives, no damage had been done to the Village, and the people were still safe and happy in their blissful ignorance, but you had overstepped the mark, big time.

It had to have been discovered by now, a gnaw of guilt ate at your stomach, yet the smirk that graced your lips could not be denied. Could you laugh your way out of it, it was, after all, a practical joke? That seemed unlikely, you knew how closely guarded the Anbu were about their uniform and their masks.

Masks that were to protect identities, although there had been notable exceptions throughout the years. Everyone had seemed to know of Kakashi of the Sharingan, despite the fox mask that concealed his face from view, not that your sensei had ever minded that knowledge. Although the bright crimson eye was sure to be a giveaway in that particular instance.

Your own mask sat nestled safely in a drawer in your bedroom, unused in almost a year. Taking it out only brought pain, not the stab of a blade, more like a thousand tiny papercuts that shredded at your heart and brought forth the twisted rage that festered in your mind.

One accident, one mistake, and you were benched. Forced on to the sidelines under the disguise of recovery. It was fucking bullshit, and everyone knew it. You were more than strong enough to rejoin the ranks, a shadow in the night to be feared and yet they would not allow it.

It was them that you wanted to protect, every fibre of your being demanding that you seek out and eliminate any threat that would wish them harm, but no. It was unfair, a cruel punishment for a slip up that could not have been foreseen, not even with the fucking Rinnegan.

A quick peek around the curtains that were pulled shut, keeping prying eyes out of your home. The sun may have risen, the day begun, but you were not going to open these today, for fear of what you would be greeted with if you did.

Nothing seemed out of the ordinary, your home edged the central hub of the Village, allowing for peace when desired, but close enough to still feel a part of the hubbub. Konoha awoke to a beautiful spring day, the hustle of people beginning their day, and no one was aware of the fiendish prank that had been played.

~

It had taken weeks of preparation, information gathering from the people you considered your closest friends, and all the while you had imagined the looks on their faces when it was finally discovered. You could already see the deep scowls, the twist of lips turned down in displeasure, brows furrowed, and the tightening of such strong hands.

They deserved it; no one treated you like an invalid or incapable. You were just as strong as them, this they knew as you delighted in proving it time and again in your youth. A once Captain in the Anbu, you could have been so much more, but this was the life you had chosen, to protect them.

The perfect opportunity had been presented last night; a rare evening out that all Anbu were attending. It was almost unheard of for no one to remain on duty, but it had been an official decree from the Hokage himself, and therefore not to be refused. Of course, he would order a night off for them, far too soft-hearted for his own good, but you weren't going to rail too much, he had unknowingly gifted you an excellent chance to pull this off.

It had not been difficult to infiltrate their shared locker room; you knew every building in Konoha like the back of your hand. You had treated it much like the rigorous exercise regime that you continued to push yourself through each and every day without fail. Determined not to lose the strength and power that was tightly coiled within your body, ready to be unleashed at a mere moment's notice.

Slipping into the shadows, becoming a part of them until they curled around your lithe frame, a welcoming extension of your body and so very eager to follow your commands. The last straggler ran to catch up their friend, and in you slipped before the door had a chance to close.

Nimble fingers picked each lock with startling ease, it was lucky that you had not chosen a criminal path to follow, surely you would have made an excellent cat burglar and the idea tickled you immensely. Each matching uniform was gathered into a large bundle and carried into the adjoining bathing room where they were placed into the various Hinoki buckets that littered the room.

A large bottle of dye shook in your hands, this was it, your last chance to walk away from this, no harm done. The debate was over quickly, the cap unscrewed by a determined hand and added to each of the tubs, a quick stir and it was done.

As the dye did its job, you took to eyeing the beautifully decorated masks that hung in each locker, but surely they could use some more embellishment? The click of removing the lid on the first permanent marker, a smirk that stretched your face until it hurt, and you were lost in artistic freedom.

You eyed the masterpieces almost appraisingly, each mask now merely a canvas for the agony, shame, and anger that warred within you constantly. A young Naruto would have been proud of your work, and that brief thought made your heart tug painfully until you shook it away.

You could not afford such thoughts and memories, not now.

After the excess water had been wrung from each garment then pegged up to dry on a makeshift line that you strung up in the bathing room, you eyed your handiwork and a satisfied sigh left your mouth. It felt as if a weight had been lifted from your shoulders, if you could not be an Anbu, well neither could they, not with these uniforms and masks.

The vividly bright pink was an utter eyesore, it stained every piece with its intense colour, and pair that with the outrageously graffiti covered masks, they would never be taken seriously. It would be practically impossible to remain aloof, hidden by shadows in this lurid colour and that effectively rendered them powerless.

It was wicked, cruel, and perhaps unforgivable, but words had done you no good. The many times you had appealed to them, almost ready to beg on your knees, but never quite giving in to the submission that it would require. This was not the fault of your fellow Anbu, but there were always innocent casualties in war, and this indeed was a war in your eyes, and you would not lose.

~

The day passed, uneventful as most others were, but with each tick of the clock, your stomach knotted more tightly. Insides that writhed incessantly, your feet pacing a continuous loop of your small home, freezing at each slight noise that met your ears. You would drive yourself mad at this rate.

Who would come? Which one would be tasked with bringing you to justice?

This was what you thought over most as the day wore on, you knew instinctively that it would be one of them, they would entrust no one else with this mission. You weighed up the options, did you truly have a preference as to who would appear? No, not really.

Your prank could hardly be deemed an outside threat, therefore it seemed unlikely for it to him, but then again, maybe Lord Seventh did not wish to sully his hands with you over this childish stunt? That only made you bristle all the more, you had taken to only referring to him as his official title, flat out refusing to acknowledge him by name. You had seen the flash of sorrow in his blue eyes, quickly hidden by his will to 'protect' you, each and every time you refused to meet his eye fully.

It hurt more than him, you regarded him as one of the most important people in your life, yet he was hurting you and did not seem keen to stop anytime soon. By the same token, you refused to address the 'Shadow Hokage' by his name, there was no sorrow in his sharp eyes, but there was a prominent tick in his jaw that not even he could mask.

The two most important men in your life, and they were trying to treat you with kid gloves, didn't they understand how demeaning that was to you? Did they no longer trust you to watch their backs as you had done for so many years?

The tears fall, silent and scalding as they track down your cheeks. There is no use in crying, it solves nothing and with that you push them away and straighten your spine, daring another peek behind the still drawn curtains.

It was killing you not knowing what was going on, there was no way that your actions had not been uncovered, maybe they suspected another for the prank? That thought was unwelcome, guilt burned in your soul at someone else being blamed for your deed. You would not allow for another to be punished for your crime. Biting at your nails you flitted over the idea of heading straight to the Hokage's office to turn yourself in.

The sun was setting by this point, you had tugged on some black leggings and a simple cropped workout top, ready to head out and face your punishment like a big girl, and then it happened.

An almost imperceptible noise from the living area, most would not have even heard it, but your hearing was as sensitive as any canines and possibly even rivalled that of the Inuzuka's. Braced against your bedroom wall, you slowly peered around the edge of the open door.

A dark shadow moved almost too quickly for you to follow, and then he was in your face.

Towering over you as the mismatched eyes smouldered with annoyance, the tick was working his freshly shaved jaw as the gasp left your lips. His raven hair fell forward as he tilted his head to the side, taking in your appearance far too slowly, almost predatory, and you wished you could step back, but were blocked by a very solid wall.

"I assume you expected me?" he merely whispered, his deep voice washing through you and doing unspeakable things to your insides. It had been a long time since those brief months of passion, the wildfire that had ripped through the pair of you and left many bedsheets torn asunder from the intensity of the love-making.

You would not be swept down memory lane, not now, you would pound all thoughts of jumping into his arms and fucking him senseless into the ground. This was your war, and this merely the opening gambit.

"And why exactly should I be expecting you?" you retorted, proud that your voice did not waver. Your eyes had already dipped down, refusing to look at him directly as you had been doing for almost a year now.

The hand was lightning fast, finger and thumb gripping your chin in a tight hold as he forced your face up and the rumble of irritation from the depths of his chest sparked a burning desire between your legs. Damn your traitorous body!

A scoff of derision lifted his lips out of the scowl that was on his darkly handsome face. The arrogance of his youth had smoothed out over the years, but that smirk was like a mirror to his past self, and you loved it. Adored that you had caused it, your little stunt bringing forth that old spark of self-confidence and cocky exterior that had once so riled you.

You could feel the intense searing heat of his body as he invaded your personal space, you didn't think he could get any closer until he did. Trying to slide yourself out from his body, the other hand lifted and flattened against the wall, right by your head.

"Running somewhere y/n? Surely you don't have anywhere else to be..." he hissed lowly, and the hit of those words was like a physical slap, a low blow indeed from the Uchiha. Clearly, he was not in the mood for playing around.

Shoving with all your strength you dislodged him enough to stride from the room, turning to watch him follow you into the living space. He had the audacity to smile at you as you put the small kitchen island between you, noting that his familiar cloak was already draped over the stool.

How long had he been in your home before you noticed his presence?

It was hard not to fantasize about the possibilities that having the Uchiha alone in your home for the first time in years brought to the surface. Would he accept extracting a punishment for you in the form of sexual favour, did you dare even suggest it? You knew what he liked, could turn it on with the lowering of your lashes, letting yourself submit to his wishes.

Right now you were still maintaining innocence, but it would not last much longer.

Arms crossed over your chest, you cocked your hip in hopes of giving off a look of confidence and indifference, "why are you here oh mighty Shadow Hokage? Surely I am not an outside threat to the Village?" you growled.

His jaw clenched once again, and you wondered over the reason for it. That was until the Sharingan activated, bathing you in the crimson intensity from the one red eye and the vivid purple of the other, so his emotions were heightened, interesting...

You were almost glad that he had come, the other option might have been more difficult to fight against. This way you could bare your teeth and not fear inflicting lasting emotional pain, the Uchiha had taken your harshness on more than one occasion. He could handle it, absorb it, or mould it into something else depending on his mood, and you wondered again what would happen this night.

His mouth opened, but before he could speak two loud knocks sounded on your front door, heavy and ominous. Your gaze ripped to the door, brows drawn up in genuine shock. The bastard looked smug, leaning against the wall that you would have to pass to get to the door, he knew something you didn't and it filled you with a cold dread.

Another knock sounded, a fist thundered once making the solid wood door rattle in its frame. Someone was desperate to come in, and it took all your courage to force your legs into motion, the limbs frozen in confusion and the first wash of fear.

You eyed the Uchiha as you slipped past him as quickly as you could manage, hearing the faint chuckle that made you want to grind your teeth, but that would only serve in humouring him more. His black shirt stretched over his lean chest, his sleeves were rolled to the elbows and that minor detail almost had you pausing, that wasn't right...

Swallowing thickly you unlocked the door, and threw it open, much like ripping off a band-aid. The last rays of the setting sun formed a perfect blazing halo around the frame of the tall blonde man before you.

Both? They both had come for you... well shit!

It would seem unusual for such a dark look to grace the Hokage's face, he was well known for his light-hearted nature, kind and openly compassionate almost to a fault. Yet you were used to this particular look, it was the one he always wore in your presence these days, only seeing it through lowered eyes as you furiously refused to meet his gaze.

As you stared, dumbfounded at him, a burn was building in your throat and you wanted to slam the door shut. To push both men away until you were once again alone with your misery and barbed anger, it was too much. Had they planned it this way?

He was inside with the door pressed closed behind him before you noticed that either of you had moved, and it was much too hot in the small space.

"Good evening Lord Seventh, how interesting to find you here of all places," drawled the bastard raven haired male at your back. He was closer again, having pressed further along the wall towards the door where you and he stood.

Your eyes had not moved from his face, watching the myriad of emotions flicker over his handsome face like clouds passing through the sky. It was hard to forget the happier memories that you held of him, the times you had laughed together, fought, and trained together, teasing the Uchiha to within an inch of his sanity, and most importantly the love that you had felt.

Almost no one was aware that you had spent an equal amount of time with both men in the past, and yet the friendship had never been affected madness, but it had worked out by some miracle. There had never been an ounce of jealousy between the three of you, both relationships had been uniquely different; with the Uchiha, it had been intense, soul-searing, and filled with dark desires that had made your toes curl and your body ignite. With the Uzumaki it had been tender, brimming with warmth, a heated exploration that came with learning every inch of each other's bodies, and the absolute trust that was placed in one another.

The one thing that overlapped in both short relationships was the unconditional love; neither had worked out long term but that love had remained like an ever-burning flame that refused to be snuffed out. You had tried your best to extinguish it this past year, the fury you wore like a tightly drawn cape turned you cruel and unkind to your friends, but they had deserved it, right?

Now things weren't quite so clear anymore.

"Good evening Sasuke, y/n." he crooned, one hand lifting to run through his mischievous golden hair, pushing back the bangs that tried to fall into his crystal blue eyes. He wasn't wearing his usual orange tunic with the black trim, instead, a crisp white shirt rested on his broad chest, and you spied the way his sleeves were also rolled up.

He swept off the familiar cape of the Hokage, pegging it up on the coat rack that hung by the door as if he were an invited guest into your home, his shoes already kicked off and next to yours. This small detail had you swinging around for the first time since opening the door, your gaze falling to the Uchiha's feet, and sure enough, he was barefoot, so where were his shoes?

The Uzumaki took a step towards you, and you backed up, straight into a hard body. Their eyes met above your head, some internal conversation taking place that you had no part in, a tremble coursed up your spine and you felt suddenly very thirsty.

Your hair is swept over one shoulder, two fingers twirling a strand idly as a warm mouth lowers to your ear. Eyes locked with the Uzumaki, his own glittering with some unknown emotion, his mouth set in a determined line and a tiny 'v' between his brows as the Uchiha coos in your ear, "you have guests y/n, shouldn't you invite them into the living area?"

His voice blazes through your veins, burning them with feelings you have not felt for an age, leaving nothing but charred ash in its wake. How are you meant to form words whilst trapped between these two men? Caught between purest darkness and blinding light, gulping audibly you lick at your parched lips.

"Do come in Lord Seventh, and Shadow Hokage." you purred, rolling the titles in your mouth, determined to make them sound most indecent, wanting to fluster them.

The twin sound of breath catching in throats makes you smile, they might have won the first round with this double ambush, but it was round two to you as you managed to pull enough confidence to saunter away, hips swaying in the tight black leggings you wore.

They followed in silence and the faintest pink that stained the Uzumaki's cheeks and the Uchiha's ears was another point in your favour. You threw yourself on the sofa, arms crossed defiantly over your chest as you eyed the two men, daring them to make their next move.

"Do you know why we have come?" Lord Seventh asks quietly, choosing to take a seat next to you, sitting on the edge and turning his body so he can see your face clearly. The Uchiha remains standing, one foot lifted against the wall, the black has returned to his eye and that could only mean business.

You don't like this serious version of the Hokage, longing for the times where he would laugh so hard at your jokes that he snorted like a pig. Those days seem like a millennia ago, too much has changed since then and it was heartbreaking to think that you might never hear that laugh again.

If they are going to treat you like a brat then you were damn well going to act like one, it'll be more fun that way. "Enlighten me oh great one," you mutter, wafting your hand in the air, mocking his status openly and without fear.

"Watch your mouth y/n or I will put it to other use!" the Uchiha snarls yet remains frozen in his position. The blonde lifts a placating hand, his cheeks are twitching making the whisker marks dance and for a second you think he is going to give you that smile, the dazzling one full of teeth and joy, but no.

"Are you telling me that it wasn't you that defaced the entirety of the Anbu's uniforms and masks? Should we be searching for another to take the punishment for the crime?" he sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose and looking far too mature and grounded.

Well, he had you there, there was no way you would let another take the fall for a crime they had not committed, but you hadn't wanted to admit it quite yet. You had to think fast, a quick glimpse at the Uchiha who continues to watch you like a hawk, one brow cocked as if he knows you are up to some kind of bullshit.

"Whatever could you mean by that? Defaced in what way?" you asked innocently, tipping your head to the side, allowing your hair to fall over one shoulder, and baring your neck at the blonde. The bob of his Adam's apple felt like another point to you, the way his eye lingered on your pulse point, exactly where he used to like to leave his mark.

His rough voice is laced with control that had not been present until this point, a peek at his hands shows that they are gripping his knee tightly, one thick vein protruding from the skin and it made you smile, a sly smile that stroked at your confidence.

"The uniforms were dyed a very vivid pink, and the masks – well let's just say they were... marked."

You chuckled darkly, "oh I would say that the uniforms and masks were merely improved. They looked very fetching in that particular shade of pink." And with those biting words you had taken ownership of the deed, you would face whatever punishment they felt befitted the crime.

Your hands lifted to either side of your mouth in mock aghast at your 'confession', one hand moved to your parted lips, a finger slipping inside until you bit down on the pad and indented the flesh.

"Oh no, what have I done? Confessing my little prank and so readily too. How will you punish me, Lord Seventh?

Will you take me off duty? No, you've already done that.

Tear me away from the ones I love most? Nope, you've done that as well.

Put me under house arrest? A possibility, yet I am practically already under house arrest. I don't want to see the looks of pity on every face that I meet in the street.

May as well exile me and be done with it!"

Your voice had started off quiet, dripping with a false cutesy tone, but it had risen as you continued to speak until you were yelling the last part. A thundering heart pounding in your ears as the Uchiha finally moves, his hand pinning your throat to the couch cushion, no pressure but holding you still.

"Exile?" he roars, it's highly unusual for him to speak to you like this, and for the first time you are scared of what he might do, "you think we'd exile you from the Village?"

The Sharingan is back, burrowing deep into your soul as you sit immobile, but you cannot stop your arm lifting, wrapping around the one holding you down, and pressing your nails into his skin.

"The fuck y/n? Have you lost your damn mind?" the Uzumaki yells, your eyes slide to the side and you can see the intensely red face that is so very mad at you. You hated to be the cause of his anger, but you would take it if it meant that fucking annoying formality slipped away.

"You speak of us tearing you away from the ones you love most, but it is the opposite and you fucking know it! Where the hell have you been, huh? You are a part of us and yet you refuse to look at us, refuse to meet with us, refuse to call us by our god damn names y/n!

I have never been so furious!" and he is on his feet abruptly, obscured by the Uchiha still holding you down.

You had expected the emotion from him, he was always the one to wear his heart on his sleeve and you knew that he had fought for every little bit of love and kindness over the years, therefore this past year would have affected him greatly.

What you hadn't expected was the words from the Uchiha, "we miss you y/n." and you were sobbing.

The tears built in your eyes until they were like tidal waves, pouring down your cheeks as if a river had burst its bank. You couldn't look at them, eyes tightly shut as the emotions you had worked hard to keep locked away for so long burst forth.

You had no idea how long you cried, you felt the Uchiha move away and then you were shifted, lifted upwards as they moved around. They sat side by side with you cradled on top of them, each wrapped an arm around you until you were cocooned in their warmth, the two unique scents invading your senses as you desperately tried to quiet your crying.

Sweet nothings were whispered in each ear, promises that things will be fixed if you would only let them back in, and you pressed yourself further into their embrace. The two strongest men in the Village and here they both were, in your house, seated on your sofa and holding you so tightly like you were the most precious thing in the world.

What felt like hours, but was in fact minutes, passed until you were able to open your eyes and sit up, struggling against the arms that worked to keep you in place, but they were no match when you wanted to do something.

"Better?" the Uzumaki whispered, wiping the final tear from your eye with his thumb.

You nodded, attempting to slide from their laps, but a hand was wrapped around each wrist until you gasped and looked back at them.

"Did you think that there would be no punishment? What do you take us for y/n?" the Uchiha scoffed, and you could see the unmistakable flicker of desire igniting in his searing gaze.

The Uzumaki laughed at the look of abject terror that had spread over your face, "a personal punishment for what you have done, but more importantly for the way you have treated us, little brat." he practically growled at you, and this was too much to take in.

What were they going to do? Surely they did not both intend to take you at the same time... no, they didn't share well at the best of times. Yet as you watched the two men exchange a quick nod, you knew you were wrong in your assumption.

The Uzumaki shifted you until you were straddling his hips, one wrist still held by the Uchiha but he quickly let go as the blonde snaked a hand around your lower back, "tell us to go and we will. There will be a formal punishment if you decide on that route, but I'd much prefer this one," he whispered, his lips were an inch from the skin of your throat, poised, waiting for your answer.

The hand that was now free, shot backwards, seeking out the Uchiha, and what you felt made your insides turn to jelly. He was kneeling behind you, between the blonde's thighs, his warm breath fanning against the back of your neck and raising the hairs that lay there.

"Do your worst," you cooed, and they sprang.

Teeth nipped at your throat whilst harsh kisses littered your shoulder until you whined from the pressure. Your own hands slipped with ease into the golden locks of the Uzumaki, tugging on them until his head lifted to meet your eyes, glazed with lust.

His lips were cruel, punishing in how they devoured your own, sweeping inside without even the decency to ask for permission. You were indeed being punished, but you liked it. Cool hands reached around until they detailed the swell of your breasts held tightly in the cropped top, an equally demanding mouth running kisses down your bare spine until the fingers groped at your chest and you mewled.

The Uzumaki was quick to swallow the mewls with his greedy mouth, his tongue explored every crevice of your mouth, reminding himself of how you tasted as his tongue dominated your own. The writhe of your hips was as instinctual as drawing breath, and the groan that rumbled from the blonde made you do it a second time, only slower.

"Damn brat," he hissed, pressing you back until you were fully in the Uchiha's arms. His mouth fell to your collarbone and began sucking what would become a wicked looking bruise into the tender flesh. You stroked the raven hair that fell like a curtain over his actions, the other hand reaching out for the Uzumaki who was watching his friend suck on your neck with heated fascination.

His hands spread over your thighs, the pads pressing into the thin material of the leggings, the heat that radiated from him was intense as they inched closer to your hips. You wanted to rip the shirt from him, detail every inch of his torso with your tongue, but you were stuck fast in the steely grip of the Uchiha as he marked you.

"Bedroom," ripped from the male at your neck, the sound made an instant heat pool between your legs, and without warning, you were lifted by strong arms and quickly marched into your bedroom and deposited on to the bed.

The absence of their heat came like a crushing blow, a low whimper leaving your lips as you eyed them curiously standing at the edge of the bed. You had never expected to see them working together in this kind of situation, yet perhaps this was not as new as you had assumed. They barely needed to communicate their actions, either they had done this before, or they had discussed this at great length, and you weren't sure which option you would prefer to be correct.

The Uchiha crooked his finger and you crawled to him as you had done on many occasions, lashes lowered as you neared him, the flutter making him growl as you had known it would. Hands wrapped around his neck as you sought out his lips, he dodged them and you whined again.

"When are you going to call us by our names y/n?" he asked softly, deadly even in the tone of his voice. The question took you off guard, but despite your willingness to submit to them, there were still things you would fight them on, and this was one of them.

You licked up the column of his throat, nipping at his jaw until you reached his ear, "when you deserve it Uchiha."

The Uzumaki chuckled from the head of the bed, you hadn't noticed him moving, and his top buttons were now undone as he watched you fight with the Uchiha. Calloused fingers edged into the waist of your leggings until they gave a quick yank, pulling them down until you had to lay back for them to be peeled from you.

You tugged the cropped top over your own head, and now you were only in your bra and panties, the black colour a stark contrast on the pure white sheets. The Uzumaki hummed his appreciation, "I always liked you in black," he groaned out.

The Uchiha made a noise in his throat, your eyes cut to him as he smirked, "pink was my favourite, such a cute colour on such a wanton girl, a total contradiction."

Were they seriously debating the colour of your underwear, now?!

The irritation must have been clear in your eyes as the Uzumaki scooted down the bed, placing a quick peck on your nose before tipping you over his lap until your ass was high in the air.

"What the – ?" you cried out, stabilising yourself on your forearms as the Uchiha held down your legs on the bed, rubbing up against your thighs until they parted slightly.

A rumble of amusement sounded from both men, "punishment remember, although I hear you quite like this, isn't that right y/n?" the damned Uzumaki cooed, and you could feel the heat rise to your cheeks. This was not something you had done with him before, the Uchiha on the other hand, well the same could not be said.

A warm hand caressed your ass, pushing the inky black panties down until your cheeks were bare to them. Little strokes up your inner thighs, likely from the Uchiha, trying to stop you from tensing up, it would only hurt more if you did.

The strokes and caresses went on for longer than you expected and you lost yourself in the rhythmical sensation of being cared for, loved, and desired until you were ripped from those thoughts with the biting sting of a large strong palm against your left cheek.

You cried out, trying to struggle out of their hold, but it was useless. "Count them y/n, let's see if you can make it to six yeah?" the Uzumaki gritted out, and you knew this was affecting him, you could feel his hardness pressing into your stomach as you lay draped over his lap.

Each smack was just on the right side of pleasurable pain, the bite of the strong hand that would lift only to strike down and then gently rubs at the heated flesh was delicious. He could break you if he wanted, yet this was not the true punishment that it could have been, this was all done in the name of pleasure.

Your eyes had watered but no tears fell, you gritted your teeth but took all six hits as the Uchiha continued to worship your inner thighs with idle patterns and the blowing of cool air on your very sore ass. He lifted you from the Uzumaki as he slipped out, palming his painfully restricted erection as he stood and started to undress.

At last, you were given the chance to kiss him properly, the black haired male holding you close as his lips danced with your own. There was a hunger lurking just beneath the surface, yet he held it in check as you pressed yourself to him, wanting to feel him against every inch of your skin, and whimpering your frustration as he pulled you back.

The sight of the very naked Uzumaki caught your eye, he was still as muscled as you remembered. The heavenly sight of his sculpted upper torso lowered into the deep 'V' that you adored so much, how many times had you run your tongue along that very path?

His cock twitched in his palm as he stroked it once, kneeling on the bed until you were practically at eye level with the monstrous length. You squirmed as a head slid between your parted thighs, a quick peek and you saw the Uchiha lick his lips in hungry anticipation of his meal, and that meal was going to be your throbbing pussy.

Before you swung back to the cock that you were eager to swallow down, you noted that the Uchiha had also stripped, although he still wore his tight black boxers with a prominent bulge. He lay stretched out on your bed, still as strong as the blonde but leaner and just a tad more defined. There was no doubt that they were both Gods among men, but each different in their own right.

The drag of a warm wet tongue along your length made you moan, and the Uzumaki used that moment of parted lips to press into your mouth. No teasing kitten licks or kisses allowed on this occasion, you sheathed your teeth and accepted him into your mouth like an honoured guest.

Every bob of your head was mirrored by a lick or suck from between your legs, the vibration of your throat contracting made the Uzumaki groan out and lace his fingers into your hair, his hips snapping in tandem with your own rhythm.

Hollowing your cheeks you sucked him deeper, he pressed against the back of your throat and he faltered, not daring to press further, likely from fear of choking you. Oh, how little did he know, had the roles been reversed, there would have been no mercy for you, the Uchiha would eagerly choke you on his cock.

Your own release was ticking ever closer, and when he slid two fingers deep into your pussy you bucked and writhed over his face, grinding yourself down as he worked you over with his mouth and fingers. Fingers that curled and called you to him as he ripped an orgasm from your trembling body, mouth still around the thick cock of the Uzumaki.

He grunted as your tempo faltered, the waves of your own release almost bringing on his own, but he held back.

"Open up!" he demanded and your lips loosened immediately, his cock lay flat on your wet tongue as saliva pooled from the sides of your mouth. He twitched before withdrawing and taking a step back, eyeing how the Uchiha continued to stroke you past overstimulation, almost towards torture.

Another coil of desire was sweeping over you and the crash of this one almost had you prone on the bed, your arms quivered as you supported your upper half, panting and shaky from the intensity.

"Sasuke!" you all but screamed, and all movement stopped. The name had flown from your mouth before you could even think of stopping it, not that you wanted to at that moment, too far gone now.

The quiet gasp had your eyes flying to the Uzumaki, he stood with a clenched jaw and a burning determination in his beautiful blue eyes. Oh shit, you were in for a world of trouble now.

The Hokage growled, low and dangerous as Sasuke sat up on the bed with an entirely too smug smile on his lips, he licked at those slick lips that were painted with your juices and practically waved towards you laying panting on the bed, the gesture was reminiscent of "be my guest..." and you tried to scramble away.

Your ankle was caught in a strong grip, quickly pulled backwards until you were lifted by the shoulder so your back was flush to the Uzumaki's heaving chest. Your bra was unhooked and thrown away as his fingers pinched at your taut nipples, head thrown back he sought out your pulse point and bit. The throb of his teeth biting down on your tender neck was blissful agony, your vision swam as you watched Sasuke smirk at you as he lay on the bed, boxers now removed as he slowly stroked himself, content with watching for now.

"Always gotta be a damn brat, so I've gotta make you cum so you'll say my name? Is that the game we're playing y/n," he growled in your ear, and the way he clung to you was new from him, every other time had been tender and loving, this was wicked and dominant.

One hand had sunk between your parted legs, your thighs trembled as his thumb brushed your highly sensitive clit and you purred for him, long and low. He liked that, rubbing his cock slick from your saliva between your ass cheeks, humming quietly.

The other hand pressed between your shoulder blades, and you were once again on your hands and knees, but this time staring directly at Sasuke's cock as the Uzumaki aligned himself, more than ready to take the final plunge.

Your hand wrapped around the base of Sasuke's cock, and he shook his head, finger wagging in admonishment.

"You know the rules y/n," he heatedly whispered, your eyes widened as the blonde pushed into your welcoming heat, your hips pressing backwards but he held you back.

He waited, the patience of a saint until you took Sasuke into your mouth and swirled your tongue around the head, only then did he press in further. You could feel every ridge of Sasuke's cock against your wet tongue, the vein that ran along the side and you dared to bare your teeth.

He gasped and gripped your hair, a warning to behave and you sheathed them again as the Uzumaki finally, slowly bottomed out within you and circled his hips with cunning precision. You were stretched to absolute capacity, and he grunted from the exertion of remaining perfectly still and having to keep you contained on the bed.

You didn't see the nod between the men, the understanding that it was time to unleash the frustration that they both felt from your actions this past year. The Uzumaki was ruthless, the pace demanding from the very first withdrawal and thrust back into your aching centre. It was difficult to concentrate on both actions at once, Sasuke demanded your attention as he made you take more and more of him, choking you until you tapped twice on his thigh and he backed off. The years may have passed, but the love and care were still there as they ever had been.

The moment reprieve and you moaned your pleasure to the men, your men. The sound of skin slapping was intense and mixed with the grunts and groans of the Uzumaki, as verbal as he had ever been. Lips wrapped around Sasuke's cock once more, he fucked your mouth and throat, revelling in the vibration of your throat as the Uzumaki pounded you almost on top of him.

Consumed by the desire to please Sasuke and the absolute delight of having the Uzumaki rutting into you like a feral animal, you did not expect the hand that slipped around your hip and pinched at your clit. The orgasm spiralled through your body, stars winking before your vision as your entire being shook from the intensity of it.

Sasuke had drawn back, watching with utter lust at your face flushed by your release, the soft glaze of your eyes as you heaved and twisted from the pleasure.

"Naruto!" you screamed, and the absolute joyous laughter that met your ears splintered the dark shell that had formed over your heart and soul.

Not that you were given any time to come down from your high, Naruto still chased his own release. He angled your ass higher on the bed, his knee braced by your side as he slipped even deeper than he had been before, the tip of his cock kissing your cervix.

Sasuke cupped your chin, lifting your face to see the mischievous twinkle that shone in his mismatched eyes. You blew him a kiss, he mimed catching it, and then pointed back down to where he stood twitching and drenched in your saliva, patiently waiting to be taken care of.

His fingers twisted deep in your hair as you hollowed your cheeks and sucked him down like your life depended on it, the thrust of Naruto only helping you take him deeper until you swallowed and felt Sasuke stiffen up from the sensation around his aching shaft.

He was close, you knew it. The same could be said for Naruto, his pace becoming uneven as your walls tightened almost painfully around him, trying to milk him for everything he had.

You unsheathed your teeth once more, running them along the vein exactly how he liked you to do it, and with a final judder, he poured his seed down your throat, pulling back so it painted your tongue.

Naruto gave a final slam of his hips, jerking himself out of your pussy just in time to cover your back with his hot seed.

"Fuck!" both men cried simultaneously and you could melt right here. A sticky sweat-soaked mess and you were happier than you had been in an extremely long time.

~

The clean up had been less fun, but now you were settled in the middle of your bed between gorgeous and still naked men.

"Sorry Sasuke, such a shame you didn't get a chance to fuck y/n!" Naruto laughed, his hands behind his head as he grinned smugly at the ceiling. You thumped him hard on the chest, there was no way this conversation was happening, not whilst you were here!

"Naruto, don't be a dick!" you yelled at him, almost laughing at the way he edged away from you, scared of another blow from your tiny but powerful fist.

Sasuke simply scoffed, eyes turning to the pair of you, the Sharingan flashed as he murmured, "there is always the morning."

You gulped, gaze drifting between the two men who were eyeing you with wicked intent, and you were suddenly trapped once more.

Trapped between purest darkness and blinding light... and you did not wish to be anywhere else.

can we talk about them 🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️

chastity

cw: levi x afab reader, submissive and breedable levi, ceo levi, blowjobs, office sex, dirty talk

word count: 4.1k

this is dedicated to @bibblelevi <3 mainly because without them i would never have sparked the idea or become feral over sub levi :D

The cl ick click click of your kitten heels against the marble floors echoed throughout the brightly lit office building you walk through. At the end of the hall, a man welcomes you as he opens the door to the elevator up to the 20th floor. It’s not the first time he’s seen you, nor would it be the last.

On the way up that elevator, you ensured your makeup was flawlessly set, that every crease on your tight dress was smoothed out, especially along the low v-cut around your breast, and your hair was fluffed to perfection.

It’s around 3pm. You had the luxury of finding some time to waste and visit your boyfriend just a couple floors up. Throughout the year or so since he got this new job, it was always a pleasure to come pay him sporadic visits when you could.

And honestly, it was highly amusing to see the mesmerizing gape’s on his employer’s faces when you strutted through that work floor.

Everyone loved it when you came to visit. And when you say everyone, that includes the men, the women, and any other helpful staff needed to run such a wealthy business.

You bask in the information they share with you, claiming how soft your man has gone since the two of you had met. It made you blush the first time you heard it, as well as when you hear it now, years later.

When you step out of that elevator, you stop for just a second to small-talk with the floor’s receptionist. Petra, is her name. You’re sure she actually had a little crush on your man, but you couldn’t blame her. He’s such a catch.

Two younger men who also worked under your boyfriend, Eren and Jean, are always delighted to see you and happen to greet you at the reception’s desk. Their mouths practically leak with drool as you entertain them for a couple minutes. You follow them to their desks parallel to each other, leaning over their shoulders to see what they're working on, and giving them a whiff of your expensive perfume their boss buys for you.

“You look amazing today, miss.” Jean comments, leaning back in his chair while his eyes practically fuck you.

“Yeah, it’s a real treat, for sure.” Eren butts in with that iconic boyish grin on his face.

Their rivalry is so apparent, they even try to one-up each other in the compliments they give you. It’s laughable, but oh so cute.

It isn’t until you hear a click of the tongue that the boys straighten up in front of you. As you turn around, you’re delighted to see the man of the day. Dressed in a black slacks, a white button up shirt, and sleeves folded up to his forearms, you flutter your lashes at him.

Levi Ackerman. CEO of Scout’s Enterprise, owner of several hundred stocks, and most importantly owner of your heart, body and soul.

“Hi, baby.” You coo, reaching your hands out to place them on his chest and giving him a kiss on the cheek. Any attention you gave to the two boys behind you is long diminished now and reserved for your man.

Several snickers are heard around the cubicles as they watch you unfold your loving wrath on the important man. Levi takes hold of your hands and grimaces, giving you a knowing look. You know he doesn’t like when you coddle him in front of his employees, they tease him.

You just can’t help it though. You’re so inlove with him.

“Break time. Get some lunch.” He shouts loud enough for everyone to hear. “And leave me the fuck alone of my break, will ya?” He adds, narrowing his eyes at the youngins.

Levi places a hand dangerously low on your back as he leads you to his personal office. His large door closes behind you two, completely drowning out the conversations on the main floor. As you stride towards the mahogany desk, you take note of the stacks of papers, binders, cup holders meant for expensive pens labeled with Levi’s name, and a well dusted picture frame of you two from a while back.

You initially gave it to him as a joke, Levi hated taking pictures when you two met. One date, you managed to snap a picture with him, and you suppose he took a liking to it. You smile at the frame, taking it in your hands and reminiscing on the particular day it was taken.

“Have you eaten?” Levi asks, hands in his pockets and facing you. For 30, Levi still looks as handsome as he did when you met him years ago.

You shake your head. “I’m not very hungry.” You reply, placing the frame back down in it’s respectable spot.

Levi teeters over to you slowly, and you watch him like a hawk. A smile forms on your lips as he starts timidly wrapping his arms around you and pushing your face to his chest. “Missed you.” He murmurs.

You smirk. “What was that, dear?”

“You heard me, you brat.” He huffs, his breath is hot against the exposed part of your chest. “Don’t be silly.”

You giggle. “It’s not silly for a girl to want to hear her boyfriend misses her.”

“Mm.” He responds with a small noise, rubbing your back with his strong hands. He tilts his head back and takes a nice look at you.

“You look great.” He compliments, eyes hungrily staring at your chest.

“Thank you, baby.” You sigh, taking his hand in yours and placing it against your cheek.

Your love language is touch. Which was unfortunate at the beginning of your relationship because Levi could barely stand next to you when he met you. Now? He can’t keep his hands off of you for his nor your sake. Any time spent together, you’re practically begging for his touch. And slowly, he learned to adapt to that.

A sudden knock on the door earns a scowl from the ravenette. Rudely, he calls out to whoever's on the other side. “Who the fuck is it?”

A small, timid figure emerges from behind that door. A blonde with golden hair and a cute face. Armin, you think his name is.

“I’m— m’ really sorry, sir. I just need to get a signature on this before 3PM.” He recites with a soft voice, offering a clipboard towards his boss.

“Why wasn’t this brought earlier, Arlert?” Levi barks, snatching the clipboard from the blonde’s dainty hands. He takes one of those pens printed with his name and scribbles an unintelligible sort of cursive. He looks at you, probably to see if you can believe the audacity of this intern but is surprised when your eyes have gone into a roll.

“I’m sorry, sir!” Armin squeaks, he bows at Levi. “Uh— enjoy your lunch!” He squeaks, hightailing it out of the room as soon as he’s gotten what he’s needed and closing the door behind him.

Levi sighs, and turns back to you with a squint. “What’s up?”

You blink at him. “Hm?”

Levi gladly elaborates. “I must be blind or something or I caught you rolling your eyes when that brat was in here.”

You laugh. “Oh, that.”

Levi’s eye twitches as you fail to explain yourself. “Well?”

You move from Levi’s desk with a sigh. Levi Ackerman is such a respectable man. He's a role model, a businessman, a diamond in the rough, if you will. He talks big because he knows his worth, and everyone obeys him because they have no interest in ever crossing him.

Except you.

“Everyone was looking at you, you know?“ He says, interrupting your train of thought as he grabs your cheeks in the palm of one hand. You smile as you realize he’s trying to change the subject, nervously because you failed to give him an answer to his previous question.

“Yes,” You nod. ”They always do. Why? Bothered, baby?” Your words come out muffled and Levi chuckles at the plush of your face squished between his fingers.

“I don’t give a damn what you wear.” He scoffs, shaking his head as he lets go on your face.“But I do mind what those fucking idiots daydream about in their head.” He strides to stand behind his desk. “Stop entertaining those fuckers.”

You turn yourself around and stand. “Who? Eren and Jean?” You say innocently.

“I said fuckers, didn’t I?”

You chuckle. “You don’t have to be so mean to them.” You inform him, pushing some strands of hair from your face. “And besides, it’s fun. They’re very easy to fluster.” You mention, tip-toeing your fingers up his firm chest. He fights demons to focus on your face and not your breasts that are so perfectly displayed in front of him. “Kind of reminds me of someone, don’t you think?”

Levi’s not down for the get down. He tenses up, shakes his head and starts putting together some papers, ignoring you. He mumbles something you can’t quite hear.

“What was that?” You ask, narrowing your eyes at him. It’s comical the way your voice sounds so pure, but your eyes say “don’t fuck with me.”

The ravenette says nothing. He simply shakes his head. “Mm.”

This makes you laugh, you just can’t help it. And as beautiful as your laugh is to your boyfriend, he knows when he’s made a mistake.

“Baby, you seem.. worked up.” You purr. The click of your heels on his floor lessen as you close in on him. Now, you’ve pushed him into a corner between his chair and you. You stand before him, ass pressed against his desk and a hand stationed to his chest.

You maintain eye contact with him like a predator hunts their prey.

“I’m starting to believe there is something bothering you.” You coo, looking him up and down and motioning him to take a seat in that big chair of his. He obeys, of course.

He sinks into submission as he’s guided into that leather. He bites his tongue, not wanting to mouth off because he knows the consequences of talking back. It’s part of the reason he’s at this point in the first place.

The truth is, he is bothered. It’s apparent with the way he feels blood rushing to his groin as he subconsciously spreads his legs.

“Baby.. it’s been three days. Can you please take it off?” He whines.

This pleases you in such a dark way, you can’t help the smirk that forms on your lips. “Oh, do you have manners now?” Your eyes trail down his body and lock on the small tent that has become more noticeable over the past minute.

Just under the fabric of his expensive slacks, and his expensive belt, encases a beautiful cock locked behind a chastity.

Levi grits his teeth as you stare down his pathetic face. He’s needy, and you don’t blame him. Your poor baby had been locked up for three days, that’s the longest he’s ever gone without a release.

“Well?” You taunt, kicking off your heels and settling on his desk. You work your feet up his pant leg, giggling at the way your stockings feel against the fabric. It tickles.

“I’m.. a little worked up.” He admits, watching how delicious your legs look in those black tights. He adores the way the sheen darkens where your legs and feet curve.

“And who’s fault is that?” Your feet make it’s detour toward his crotch. Gently, you hover your soles over his zipper and rub.

Levi grunts at just the smallest bit of friction. His hips buck, just like a bitch in heat. “It’s my fault.”

“What did you do wrong, Levi? Explain.” You ask, simultaneously adding more pressure to where he needs it most. It becomes a fun game of push and pull as he chases your touch with his pelvis.

“I was mean.” He mumbles. “But I’m sorry, I can be good now, I swear.” His pleads are like a symphony to your ears.

There’s nothing sexier than a man in a suit submitting to a little old you.

If you were less horny, and more capable of thinking straight, you’d probably tease him to death. But with Levi being locked up, you had to resort to toys to satisfy your needs and right now, you admit you need him just as much as he needs you.

“Really? You’ll be good?” You ask, extending your leg to land on his shoulder. He revels in your proximity and the view of lack of panties on your part.

“Yes, I p-promise.” He cries.

You slowly blink at his riled up figure, panting and red to the face. “Come show me how good that tongue is,” You spread your legs across his desk. “And then, we’ll talk about how good you’ve been.”

Levi is pouncing at you before you can even finish your sentence. He rushes to the floor, uncaring how rough the surface beneath his knees and goes straight to worshipping your soft legs.

He starts to kiss your calves, all while massaging your feet, relishing in the touch of your stockings. Slowly, he moves farther up your legs, making sure to not let a patch go unkissed. His lips are wet against the fabric, creating small patches of darkened cloth around your legs.

As he worships your bottom, your heart flutters at his determination to make you feel good. If there’s one thing Levi is known for, it's his will of paying attention to the things around him. Through this, he’s learned to be such an attentive lover to you, maybe too attentive at times but there’s no room to complain about that.

Levi knows what makes you tick and right now, you are ticking.

It was more a treat for him than you to decide to leave the house with no panties. Though you weren’t planning on having hot office sex on your boyfriend’s desk during his lunch break, you were thinking of the possibility. Luckily, Levi’s more than happy to have you in front of him all pretty like this. There’s something about the way your pussy being pressed against the lace of your tights that has him unable to stop himself from placing featherlight kisses on the area.

This act alone prys a small mew from your throat. His lips are so delicate against you.

“So pretty.” He murmurs, spreading your legs further apart. You find a comfortable position to place your legs on his shoulders and lean back on your elbows. You glance at his paperwork still lounging on his desk and chuckle. They’ll be long gone to the floor in no time.

Levi peers up at your face through the valley of your breasts, the sight only prompts him to kiss your pussy harder and needier. He moans against it, becoming frustrated he can’t actually feel it and roughly rips a whole in just the right place.

You raise a brow at him, slightly saddened for your stockings. He notices and blinks. “I’ll buy you a whole drawer of new ones.” He promises, then dives his tongue into your cunt.

The thought of promised clothing in your mind has vanished as you feel his hot tongue on you. “A-ah!” You squeak, surprised by the sudden pressure.

Levi smirks, then allows saliva to pool in his mouth and drip from his lips in an attempt to lather you up.

The way your pussy glistens in the light of his office sends waves of pleasure to his groin. He needs to get out of the cage and fast. And the assumed way is suspected to be by your pussy and his mouth.

Quickly, Levi flattens his muscle along your core, licking a nice and sensual stroke up and down to get you wanting more.

You buck your hips at him, beckoning for more and he gives it to you with no question. As he swirls around your folds, he grips your thighs harder to keep you still. You bring a hand to your mouth, trying your hardest to suppress the noises that dare escape your mouth.

“Fu—fuck. Baby, baby..” You whisper, nervously glancing at the door.

Had this not been your boyfriend’s job, you wouldn’t give a damn about making a peep. But even with people on their lunch break, there’s still a risk someone could have stayed behind.

Levi works your clit heavenly with circling fingers, causing your juices to escape your hole for only a quick second until his mouth is on it to eagerly lap up any spillage. He cycles this routine for minutes, causing you to nearly fall over the edge until he comes to an abrupt stop.

“You gotta take me out of this.” Levi whines, he places lazy kisses outside of your labia as he unbuckles his belt. “Please say you brought the key.”

You giggle at the sensation of his gentle lips against your puffy and aroused womanhood. “In my purse.” You mumble drunkenly, pointing to the corner of the room where your belongings lay. Levi quickly gets up, eager to be free as he rummages through the familiar bag. After all, he’s the one who bought you the purse.

He strides back to you, a silver key in, and hands the item to you. You take it with no begging and watch him undress his lower half. He looks at you once he’s finished, and you blink back.

His cock is strained against the metal, probably hot to the touch from wearing it for three days aside from bathing and using the restroom obviously. You bite your lips, smiling at the way it begs to be freed.

You dangle the metal key in your fingers. “I’m giving you one chance, baby.”

Levi nods in an instant, clearly ready to be free from the cage.

“Enough back talk, or next time, I’m leaving you in this for a week and forcing you to watch me fuck myself with my fingers.” You warn, scooting up to the edge of his desk and grabbing the lock.

“Am I making myself clear?” You firmly ask.

“Yes, ma’am.” He promptly answers.

There’s a small clicking noise, and then voila, he’s free.

Levi’s cock practically inflates and springs into action as he’s no longer under the metal restraint. He moans at your delicate touch pumping his reddened cock.

“So sensitive now, huh?” You tease him, rubbing your palm against the head of his dick.

He nods, knitting his brows together and moans. “F-fuck...shit.”

Levi leans back with you as you hop down from his desk, immediately falling to your knees and catching a glimpse of his enlightened face when he realizes what you’re doing. He shifts, walks back to his chair and plops down. His hand meets your cheek as you crawl over to his lap. There, you kiss his hips, then move to his definite v-line.

Levi’s a squirming mess beneath your touch. His dick is twitching in anticipation as you lick a small stripe up the underneath of his balls, something that drives him insane.

“Hah..” He pants profanities and other unintelligible words as you lap him up good.

You revel in his guttural moans, determined to induce a choir of sweet nothings to satisfy your ears. “You sound so precious, Levi.” You purr against his cock.

“Please..”

“Please what? What do you need?”

He whines as he feels the heat of your mouth barely grasping his length. “Please suck me..”

You chuckle. “You’re being so good, telling me what you want.”

He nods his head in agreement, but you’re sure he’s just too dumb to comprehend a proper answer. It’s adorable when he’s like this. So vulnerable and willing to be at your beck and call.

“Be good and stay still.” You tell him just before sinking your mouth around the tip of his cock.

He squirms, but he’s tolerating it as much as he can for being someone that’s been locked up for 72 hours.

Despite the wetness of your tongue, Levi’s soaked at his tip with pre cum. Levi is a leaker, and he used to be embarrassed about it up until you admitted how much you liked the taste of him. After that, he knew never to be ashamed of his bodily fluids. “So sweet.” You comment. “Like always.”

In a silent answer, Levi’s cock pulsates against your tongue. You hum around the length, letting the vibrations add the right amount of pleasure. He groans a little too loud.

“You better keep quiet, baby. Do you want everyone to hear you sounding like a whore?”

He whimpers as quietly as he can. He knows you’re right but you don’t have to sound so sexy while you tell him.

You slowly lower him deeper into your mouth, using your hand to help sheath any exposed cock that your mouth can’t quite get at the moment.

Levi shuts his eyes tight, biting his lip hard enough to draw blood as you start to bob your head around him. He’s in pure euphoria when you lazily grab his hand to snake through your hair.

Your hair is so soft in between his fingers. It fucks him up. You in general are just so soft and sweet, and being given the right to defile you actually makes him harder. He doesn’t mind being whored out by you, he could live the rest of his life happy this way.

You’re making a mess, and you’re making it fast. Spit and pre cum have spilled out from beyond your lips and dripped down his pelvis. The sensation tickles his balls, making him moan in bliss.

This alone has him close.

“Baby, I—“

You shush him as you come up for air. “I know, I know. You’re close, hm?”

His brows are knitted together when he nods a yes.

“Good. You know when to ask permission, right? Or are you too dumb off my mouth to remember?” You wait for his answer with your hands gliding up and down his slick cock. You even rub a thumb against his slit.

He struggles to answer but eventually, he lets out a, “I can.. I can remember.”

“Good boy.”

He can hear the smile on your lips.

Nothing prepared him for the way you latch onto his cock and suck the soul out of him. With your hand preoccupied with his balls, you have no way to stop the way he grips your hair in both hands and whines. Your tongue swirls around any veins you can find, and tears start to shed as you push your throat’s limits into fitting his beautiful cock down your windpipe.

The tightness of your throat winds him up. He has no control of the way he throbs and swells around you.

“I— Can I, fuck, can I cum?” He cries, loud and uncaring for who hears.

“Cum for me, Levi.” You reply roughly as you tear away from his cock. You’re back around him in an instant as he shakes deeper down your throat.

“A—ah fuck!” He yelps, keeping your head still with his grip as he cums hard with an insane shudder. His seed travels hot and thick down your throat, with the remaining liquid dripping down his tip when you pull away to swallow.

Levi’s is fucked out on his chair, spewing absolute nonsense as you lap up whatever cum you’ve missed. He traces along the side of your face with his fingers, smiling and content.

“I love you.” He gushes, voice hoarse and deep.

You smile into his palm, nuzzling his strong hand. “I love you.” You whisper back.

With a couple seconds to recoup, Levi is quick to stand and bring you with him. His stamina startled you in the beginning of your relationship, but now, you’ve learned he only needs so long before he’s up and running again.

Levi discards his papers on his desk with a flick and makes room to place you down comfortably. He kisses you with great passion, taking your breath away as well as your right to speak. You mumble a noise against his plush lips.

“Hm?” He mumbles.

“Lunch break is almost over.” You reply, an anxious smile takes over your mouth.

“It’s fine.” He insists. He places soft kisses against the sensitive part of your neck, instantly pushing you into submission. “It’s your turn now, kitten.”

TOKREV NSFW VISUALS | (PT. II)

feat: mikey, draken, chifuyu, kazutora, baji, mitsuya, hanma, kisaki, koko, inui, ran, rindou, sanzu, wakasa, izana, kakucho, shinichiro

tw: fem!reader & read the trigger warnings for each character !! the number tells you which link the tw applies to

a/n: yes that’s my twitter account dedicated to nsfw anime visuals, mind your business <3

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bonten taking care of their children

notes ; it’s been a while , and i miss you guys🫶🏻 sorry for leaving you guys without any words from me :(

God :( imagine being carried and fucked by jake, the fucking size difference is making me go insaneee. His strong arms just holding you as he looks down at you with he’s fucking cocky smile and his ears against his head :(

the way i just sat and stared at this ask for a good five minutes with my mouth wiiiiiide fucking open.

he’s a whore for stomach bulging. he loves smirking down at you and watching his cock slip in and out of you, licking his lips as his dick presses up against the inside of your tummy.

since he’s so much bigger than you, it’s so. much. more. noticeable. that man is packing at least a 14 inch. so you’re definitely going to be fucking sore after probably one thrust.

he gets really cocky when you try being bratty w him and he puts you back in your place by fucking you until you’re drunk off his cock. it’s his favourite thing to do. laugh in your face as your eyes roll to the back of your skull.

one hand of his can cover your entire head and he uses that to his advantage when he’s pounding into you missionary-style, pushing your face into the ground, fucking you into oblivion.

he’ll tease you a lot about your size difference, it’s honestly a regular thing w jake. he’s just really cocky, but i understand. i know how tiring it gets when you’re lugging that big ass thing between your legs 24/7.

👉👈 can we have more nsfw twitter links please 🙏

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over 50 links featuring gojo, geto, nanami, toji, sukuna, choso, enjoy

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Gojo making you ride him

Gojo inviting you, the shy girl, to his dorm

Gojo breeding you

Gojo fucking you from the back

Gojo taking you for a ride in his car

Your step bro Gojo got distracted while teaching you to play the piano

Gojo fucking you in an elevator

How Gojo fucks you when he’s mad

The reason Gojo invested in a self driving car

Gojo can’t stop messily breeding you full

Gojo eating you out a new position

Fucking your son’s best friend

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Geto spanking you on camera

Geto loves your ass

Geto giving you backshots

Geto fucking you in his car before he brings you home to your parents

Your fuck buddy Geto is careful to not cum in you

Older bf Geto fingering you

Geto taking his anger out on you

Geto making you suck him off

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Dilf! Nanami’s cock is too big to fit, so you improvise

Nanami fucking you

Riding Nanami’s face

Fucking professor Nanami

Nanami eating you out

Nanami playing with his baby girl’s pussy

Nanami breeding your cunny full

Nanami making you squirt through your panties

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Toji fingering you in the store

Toji making you get a back tattoo for when he fucks you from behind

Toji’s way of stopping you from squirming

Fucking your best friend’s dad Toji

Dilf! Toji fucking you in the ass so your boyfriend doesn’t notice

Your dad’s best friend touching you

Car sex with older bf Toji

A compilation of all the videos Toji’s recorded fucking you

Toji overstimulating you with a vibrator

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Sukuna putting a leash round your neck

Sukuna fucking you, his little brother’s best friend

A walk with your boyfriend Sukuna turns into him cumming on your face

Sukuna making you watch porn and telling you to recreate it

Riding Sukuna

Sukuna fucking you slow

Riding dad’s best friend Sukuna

Sukuna fucking and breeding you hard

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Giving Choso a handjob

Choso licking your clit after cumming in you

Choso eating you out

Choso asking his step sis to pull down her panties for him

Giving Choso a thigh job

Choso cumming from rubbing his clothed dick on your clothed ass

Giving Choso a foot job

Choso asks to try something new

jake sully breeding you till he is satisfied and absolutely love to see you squirting on him