Drinking More Than Just Alcohol

Biting More Than You Can Chew

Kaeya Alberich x Top Male Reader

“Sir Kaeya is known for his habit of taking risks. But perhaps, the bold and suave cavalry captain should learn a bit of caution.”

CW: Rape/Non-Con, No Prep, Spit as Lube, Degradation, Humiliation, Bleeding, Begging, Dacryphilia, Mentioned Stalking, Mentioned Obsession

The entire thing was supposed to go smoothly. Flawlessly. As it had always been, especially with the help of his good looks and charming tongue.

Cavalry captain Kaeya Alberich was only letting his ear loose when he caught whispered words of a suspicious man lurking through the streets when the day's late, a cloak over his head and a rusty kamera in his gloved hands. He'd linger near the Knights of Favonius' headquarters, pacing on his feet as he went into hiding behind whatever large item he could find. Suspicious and worrisome activity indeed, he decided.

It could be hardcore fan who's just a bit too interested in one of the knights or someone who works in the headquarters. Definitely a higher level compared to the woman who's constantly thinking about his brother and nothing else, and that's saying a lot.

But as those words began to spread like a plague, reaching the ears of the other knights, Kaeya could sense the anxiety that began festering through the Ordo Favonius. Who wouldn't be, knowing that they might be the target of such a disgusting act unknowingly? He'd notice the way they've heightened their guards up at all times (which is good, but takes a toll on their mental health). Poor little Amber would glance around queasily, Lisa almost never left the library and even strong, unyielding Jean Gunnhildr could be seen on edge.

Now, this absolutely won't do. And as the kind and generous friend he is, how could he not extend his aid and provide them more safety? He'll catch this disgusting bastard, and no longer will they be glancing behind their backs every second of the day.

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It was late when Kaeya began his little plans. He noted down the pattern of this person's movements through what's been whispered and shared, as well as their general appearance - or at least from what they could see.

They're always seen in a dark green, dusty and tattered cloak that reaches their ankles, and their hands are covered in dark leather gloves. And they always, always have a kamera on them. Marjorie had told him that she would sometimes see them prowl around near the lower parts of the city, where not much people would crowd in. With a smile, he thanked her. Kaeya knew where to find this man now.

But maybe, just maybe... Kaeya should've practiced some more caution.

He stumbled upon that man, in all his cloaked glory, just as he took the last steps down the stairs. There, he froze as if he was caught red-handed - which he really was - and Kaeya could see the way his eyes and his kamera glinted from the minimal light the moon provided.

"Oh, would you look at that?" He crooned, grinning at the creep before him. "Right into the lion's den, I presume. Your days of stalking down our poor knights are over, I'm afraid."

He spoke of nothing in return. Kaeya sighs.

"Listen, I really want to turn you in right now, but Jean won't be too happy to know I decided to grab some guy without proof. I mean, anyone could be some random suspiciously cloaked weirdo at night, holding a kamera that's seen better days." He said, gesturing to the poor machine in the man's hands. "I'd suggest you show me what exactly you've been doing. If it's innocent, I'll release you. If it's fucked, you're fucked, get that?"

The silence that followed stretched for a moment or two, and Kaeya was prepared to resort to extreme measures, until the man sighed and turned.

"...Fine."

The captain blinked, before his lips curled into an amused grin. "A fine choice, I'd say. Lead the way, handsome."

And oh, did he lead the way.

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You couldn't believe your eyes when he stood before you at the dead of night, soaked in moonlight like the ethereal being he is. The moment he walked down those steps, halting right in front of you, you could feel the tent forming underneath your pants.

The beautiful cavalry captain was searching out for you, apparently, without a single suspicion that he was the one you wanted. He was the one your prowled around at night like a hungry wolf for. He was the one you desired.

“Right into the lion's den, I presume.”

And oh, was he absolutely correct.

You lead him through the gates that night, and Kaeya waved away any questions the guards have to ask. His charming smile was enough to reassure them, and more than enough to have your desires stirred up even more.

The walk was long and strenuous, and Kaeya whistled to fill the silence.

"So we're travelling now, huh? How thrilling."

So thrilling, especially for you. Because he was right there, right within your grasp. One reach of your arms, and he'll be all yours.

And how could you possibly pass that chance up?

Kaeya, ever the sharp-eyed knight, dodged the moment he saw the glint of a dagger in your hands that was sent flying towards him. But only then did it dawn upon him that you were aiming for his vision instead of his flesh, and the moment you speared the chain that kept it dangling, it was already too late. The vision stuck to the dagger, being sent flying away and rendered unusable to it's weilder.

Kaeya turned to find you lunging towards him.

The sounds of bodies hitting the earth echoed through the night sky as you tackled the captain to the ground, grabbing his wrists the moment your hands reached his skin and pinning him down to the grass. Your surprising strength held him down, and Kaeya found himself struggling fruitlessly.

He tried maintaining a calm appearance, but the way you leered down at him was nothing but calming.

“Hey, now.” He dryly chuckled, feeling his first cold sweat trail down. "Take me out to dinner first, would y—"

Lips crashed into his own before he could finish his sentence. His eyes widened before repulsion filled him from head to toe, and he struggled to turn and break away from your lips. Your little kiss seperated with a gasp for air from the captain, and you licking off his saliva from your lips.

"What the hell?!" He snapped, glaring daggers at you. "Which archon gave you the rights to do that?!"

"I don't need the archons." You spoke, your voice low and gravelly. Kaeya gulped at the way your cold eyes trailed down his body, lightly shifting in unease. "I only need you, my dear Kaeya."

He squinted at you like you're a riddle no man has ever solved, and slowly shook his head in disgust. "You're insane..." He grimaced.

"And you, Kaeya Alberich, are an absolutely foolish man." You grinned mockingly down at him. "Willingly seeking out the 'creep' that's been wanting you for ages. Years of endlessly craving for the touch of your skin, to hear your voice reserved all for me, and finally... finally... You're here, right where I want you to be. After all, as stupid as you can be, there's no denying that you are a vision by itself. Blessed by the Archons, falling from Celestia itself..."

You could see the way Kaeya's face shifted into absolute horror and disgust by the truths you unveiled and the way you spoke of him. His tanned face paled the moment he felt his arms shift as you used one strong hand to hold down both wrists, and the other one began trailing down his defined curves.

"Fuck..." He hissed, buckling wildly to free himself but to no avail. He grunted at the futility of his attempts and began panicking. "Get off of me, you bastard!"

His words went into one ear and out through the other, apparently. You ignored his growls and pressed a nail through those slutty tight pants he walked around in on the daily until it bursted through. You tugged onto that hole and tore apart a large hole, exposing the beautiful skin of his groin.

"So, so beautiful..." You mumbled, paying no mind to Kaeya's fearful protests and only focusing on further exposing the beauty between his legs until it was bare all for you.

My, such tight underwear he wore. Much easier for you to simply rip off of him, forcing a horrified yelp out of the poor captain.

"Don't-" he gritted his teeth, "don't you dare!"

Before he could react, you twisted his entire body around with impressive strength until he faced the earth. Kaeya struggled to wriggle out as you slowly crawled lower, your hands pinning down his tiny waist until your chest laid between his thighs. His ass was all bare and exposed for you, and you salivated at the tight hole hiding in between.

Kaeya gasped when he felt something wet trail up the crevice of his ass.

"Get off of me!" He immediately shrieked, trying to kick you away but you kept a firm grip on his thighs. He could do nothing but twist around in vain, his nails digging into the earth as he tried to pull himself away from you.

A small whimper escaped his lips as your tongue prodded through his little virgin cunt.

"N-Ngh..!" He whined, pressing his forehead into the grass as he felt the humiliation bubble within him. His hips buckled from the sudden odd yet overwhelming feeling, and you grinned against his plush asscheeks.

"It seems that the poor cavalry captain enjoys this..." You teased.

"SHUT UP!" He barked. "Get off, asshat! I swear to the seven, I'm gonna fucking kill you! I'm gonna—AH!"

He felt a sudden sting as something longer and bigger forced it's way through his hole, digging deep despite the dry friction that made it so much more difficult. And it hurts.

You pressed your middle finger deep into the writhing captain, crawling deep into his unexplored walls and feeling yourself swell up in bliss. Because this was Kaeya Alberich's ass you were fingering! Your dick was growing so hard at this point that it's starting to hurt.

"Shit— Stop it!" He cried out, hips attempting to buck away as he hissed from the burning stretch. He didn't think it'd hurt this bad. "Are you deaf?! I said STOP!!"

He shouldn't be surprised when you only went further, and then your fingers curled.

The sudden wave of pleasure coursed through Kaeya's lithe body, and he choked on a moan. What was that? What did you do? And why did it feel... Good?

You chuckled darkly, prodding against that one spot and forcing out broken moans from the captain. "Looks like I've hit the bullseye." You grinned. "It feels so good, doesn't it? Admit it, Alberich. You love it, and you want more."

"FUCK YOU!!" He shrieked, beyond ashamed and humiliated by how your words stirred up his composure, and how some of them were true. It felt good, but he didn't want anymore of it. Because it hurt like a bitch, and he just didn't want you doing this to him in general.

"No, Kaeya." You grinned, chuckling jeeringly. "I'm gonna fuck you."

Kaeya blanches.

"No." He breathed out, vigorously shaking his head as you stood up and pressed a boot firmly against the small of his back, keeping him in place. "No, No, NO! Get off of me you- you sick MANIAC!!"

Kaeya writhed wildly when he heard buckling coming from behind him, unable to escape from the pressure of your weight holding him down. He could feel the first sob beginning to break through, but through some ridiculous pride, he managed to keep it in... For now.

Eventually, your hands returned and groped the soft flesh of his ass, spreading them apart to reveal his hole, glistening from your saliva. Your thumbs pressed through the still tight cunt and they spread the puffy rim, all while your eyes remained fixated on the sight you've been dreaming about for years.

Kaeya began breaking when he felt the head of your cock press against him.

"NO!" He struggled, pathetically twisting and turning like a caught prey desperate for it's unreachable freedom. It amused you, the way he thought he could get away with this.

"HELP! Somebody, help me!" He cried out, feeling his eyes prickle with tears before a choked sound of pain escaped through his lips as you breached him.

He howled into the ground when he felt you press through his unprepared hole, your fat cock digging through the tight rim, forcing it to spread apart to accommodate your girth. It felt like being speared by hot iron; it fucking burns.

But to you, it felt like you've ascended to Celestia itself. You couldn't believe it, you thought you were in a blissful dream. Because here you are, Kaeya Alberich underneath you, taking in your cock even if unwillingly. It dawned upon you that this may be the only chance you'll ever get, so you'll savor every moment of it.

Kaeya was writhing and crying out the entire time as you took your sweet, agonizing time with pressing your cock into him. His sobs echoed through the night sky, pleading for mercy while desperately calling out for help. Luck was not on the captain's side tonight, as not even one patrolling guard could be seen anywhere.

"Stop! Stop, please!" He sobbed, voice hoarse and painful. "Agh! It hurts- fuck, it hurts!"

"Shh..." You whispered into his ear, sighing as your hips finally met his round ass. "You'll enjoy it soon, dear captain..."

And before he knew it, you grabbed his hips, pulled out and slammed back into him. His back arched beautifully as he screamed into the air, pain filling his entire being.

"Archons, you feel so good..!" You gasped, relishing in the way Kaeya squeezed so perfectly around your cock, his walls moulding perfectly around the intricate shape of your dick. "You feel amazing, Sir Kaeya! I'm gonna fuck you so good, captain, I promise!"

"N-No—!" He couldn't even finish his sentence when you thrusted once more, sending jolts of agony through his trembling body. It hurt, it burned, it stung and it was nothing but pure torture for the young captain. His body rocked alongside each snap of your hips, paired with the pained yet pleasured sounds pouring out of his mouth, he was the picture of a dicked down slut itself.

The sight was utterly beautiful for you. Kaeya, underneath you - even if he was facing away - shuddering and moaning as he took in your cock like the good whore he is. And his cunt gave you pleasure beyond what a man should be worthy of receiving. You couldn't help but thrust into him like an unyielding piston, fucking him mercilessly, brutally, cruelly. It was suddenly so much easier to thrust, and you know well that Kaeya's skin had broke and bled. Perhaps it was his battered body's form of mercy, to provide lubrication even if it meant bleeding.

No matter, because you only grinned in delight. Kaeya's blood was on your skin, and you couldn't be more happier.

You fucked him raw and deep, your large cock drilling into his insides and threatening to break him. His legs trembled like a wilting flower, unable to hold himself up if not for the hands that kept his ass up. His hair was all over his face, and you couldn't catch a glimpse of his beauty as he took your dick.

You decided that you didn't like that.

In a swift motion, you turned him around so he's laying on his back. Steam blew out of your nose at the ravishing sight of Kaeya's red, tear-streaked face, eyes rolling back into his head as he pants heavily. His entire body was shaking like a leaf, he didn't even have the strength to stop your hands as you hikes his knees up to his chest. His flexibility impressed and aroused you, so you began fucking him once more.

"P-please..!" He whimpered, letting out a guttural moan as you fucked into his prostate. "Stop, stop it, please..! Hahh..! I-I can't— not anymore..! Let me g-go..!"

"How could I ever..?" You frowned, utterly repulsed by such an idea. How could you ever, when you finally had him in your grasp? Mercy, what a foolish idea. There was no need for mercy when desire had taken over, and your desire took over everything.

His slender, svelte body bounced as you pounded into him yet again, wanton moans escaping those plump lips that you couldn't help but devour them once more.

Kaeya weakly tried to push you off as your ravenous lips and tongue made a mess down his mouth. You tasted every bit of his wet cavern, the tip of your tongue trailing all over his cheeks and gums that he couldn't help but shudder at the tingling sensation. You could feel his salty tears even in his mouth, and just like every part of him, it was sweet and delicious.

You broke the kiss with an audible pop, and admired Kaeya's now red and glistening lips. Saliva trailed out of the corners of his mouth, dripping down to the ground as he panted once more.

A debauched whore, you thought.

Wanting to taste more, your pulled against the cleavage hole of his blouse until his choker ripped off, allowing you more access through his slutty shirt. His nipples were brown and perky, budding in sensitivity the moment your thumbs rolled them, that you couldn't help but salivate.

Your lips wrapped around those trembling buds and Kaeya whined loudly.

"N-No..!" He cried, weakly punching against your back. "Stop, please! Please!"

Oh, poor cavalry captain, begging so pathetically. He must be feeling so humiliated right now, having his body used up like an object, all at your brutal mercy.

You sucked on his nipples vigorously, tongue lapping and swirling around his nubs while you occasionally clamped your teeth around them. Kaeya howled from the assault of pleasure that broke his mind, arching his back while trying to twist away from your grip. Your hips never ceased thrusting, and the feeling of having both his prostate and nipples abused drove him wild.

And then you grabbed his hardened, leaking cock, and all hell broke loose.

White liquid splattered all over his stomach as he cums with a scream, his bucking up as he came all over your hand. You ceased all movement immediately by the pleasant surprise, and slowly pulled off of his chest as Kaeya began panting from his forcefully pulled orgasm.

His eyelids fluttered open to find you grinning down at him.

"See?" Your lips stretched from ear to ear, rows of teeth glinting menacingly as you brandished your cum-stained hands. "You loved it."

"No..." Kaeya slowly shook his head, dawning horror settling upon him but he was too exhausted to lash out. "I didn't, I—"

"You came, Kaeya." You chuckled, "It means you think it felt good. You think my cock felt good, you whore. You like being fucked. And I'll indulge you, my sweet captain, until you're begging for more."

Kaeya felt you grab his arms, a strong grip pulling them down towards you, and threw his head back with a choked moan as you thrusted in deep. It didn't take long before you were fucking his battered body once more, returning the sting that multiplied from the oversensitivity of cumming.

"A-Ah—!!" He gasped, turning his head away as he felt the unwanted pleasure return once more. Why didn't you stop? When will you stop? Will you ever stop? He didn't know, but he just wanted this entire thing to be over. Why won't the Archons help him? Barbatos, why won't you rescue him?

The way you held his arms down forced him to press his tits together, and with each thrust you could see the mounds of flesh bounce along in sync. It was beautiful, so utterly ethereal, and it'll remain in your memory for the rest of your life.

Kaeya didn't know how long you fucked him until he felt your warm seed shoot out right into him.

It revolted him.

You groaned as you finally came, and was filled with euphoria immediately after. You came while fucking Kaeya Alberich. You came inside of Kaeya Alberich.

You pulled out, agonizingly slow for the captain, and watched the way your cum dripped out of his trembling hole.

You felt yourself rise again. Kaeya cries when he felt your hands spread his legs once more, begging for the mercy you've never had in you.

The next day, the cavalry captain resigned for unknown reasons. Unknown to everyone but you.

Omg dollification and hypno with Malleus I bet he’d love it. Cause just imagine such a powerful magic user, prince of the fae, grandson of Maleficent, all under your control.

A magicless human making his brain all empty. Clearing out any doubts or worries he may have just so he can only think about being your pretty little doll. He doesn’t have to control anything, he just needs to sit back and let you do his hair and makeup, maybe dress him up a little. He just needs to sit there looking pretty and be a good, empty-headed, boy for you. <3

OH YES YES YES TO ADDING HYPNO TO DOLLIFICATION 👁️👁️

I imagine he has trouble getting into his headspace one day and you offer hypnotizing him to get him there. I suspect he'd doubt your ability to get him under a trance, but to his (and your) surprise it works!

But not only does it simply work, it works so well- so much better than just being in sub space- that he gets hooked. He feels empty headed, and completely under your control and possession, just like a doll. Malleus looks more doll-like with the hypno too, his eyes are glassy and clouded from it, staring right ahead. He can sit for hours without getting the least bit restless under your hypnosis, because you can just command him not to feel uncomfortable.

Plus, if he's feeling more like a rag doll, the lack of control over his own body would compliment that desire so well! And when he gets out of the hypnosis he feels so calm and collected and relaxed. Such a fun mix up!!

Bottom/Sub!ZhonglixDom/Top!Reader

Contains: Sub!Yandere!Zhongli, Dom!M!Reader

Be aware of: Potentially non-con, Anal sex, rough sex, choking (slightly), hair pulling (slightly), overstimulation, male reader, praise kink, sir/master kink, modern!AU, breeding kink.

Uh-uh, no you don't.

Zhongli used his fingers to stretch his hole open wider. He positioned himself right over your hard cock and then slammed himself onto you.

"Haah! Oh my, you feel so good!" He moaned. You felt his walls clench around your cock but it still didn't feel right. You never agreed, did you? And you had just recently found out he was responsible for the recent deaths of your friends. Then he kidnapped you and tied you up in his basement.

Zhongli started bouncing on your cock at a slow pace. You bit your lip. But Zhongli kept on bouncing, shamelessly moaning. "Look at my hole, taking you so good", you closed your eyes and looked away. But you couldn't help freling good. His walls tightening around you, his moans echoing in the darkness and the absolute helplessness he was about to be found in.

You had long since managed to untie yourself and were just waiting for an opportunity to take control yourself. "Ah! (Y/N)!" He sped his pace up slightly but there was no increase to his moan. Is it really that dissapointing? Is it even dissapointing? You didn't like this, did you?

Finally you decided to make your move and lifted Zhongli off your cock, then you slammed him against the wall. He whimpered. "Fucking yourself so shamelessly? How brave." You whispred with a smirk as you pushed inside him again. "(Y/N)-!" He yelped. Loud moans escaped his lips as you slammed into him repeatedly. You fucked him hard and fast. He continously called your name.

"Look at you", you whispered with a low grunt. "Taking me so good", you praised him as tears brimmed his eyes. You pulled at his hair to bring him closer to you. You kissed him roughly.

Soon Zhongli was completely braindead as you fucked him rougher and rougher. "(Y/N), (Y/N), hah-" he sung your name until he couldn't speak anymore, only moans escaped him. You felt your orgasm nearing as Zhongli came without warning.

"Zhongli, take my cum. Even if you can't get pregnant, fucking take it." You came inside him and he came again. You pulled out and let the cum drip out of him.

"You're a good cumslut, Zhongli", you cooed inside his ear and he smiled. "Y-Yes I am, sir."

Soft dom???

hedonist (44-3)

Kinktober Day 11: Threesome | Cuckolding

Stu Matcher/GN Reader/Billy Loomis

☞. . . Look I know this fay was supposed to be for mams and sol, but I think billy and stu fit a lot better. Can be interpreted as a dick or strap. I also incorporated some of ghostfaces lines from the movie!

If looks could kill, you’d be dead where you stand. You know Billy doesn’t mean it, but the sentiment is there and it’s clear. He’s tied to the chair he sits in, one you pulled over from the dining table. Stu, on the other hand, is radiating a sick sense of satisfaction. After all, it’s not every day he gets special treatment, even if it’s at the expense of one of his partners. The energy of the room is cut in half, and you’re standing in the middle of it.

Stu lays back against the couch cushions, his sweater bunching up his stomach, pooling below his ribcage. Your fingers make work of his insides, stretching him open and wide. “Mmph, y-you don’t know what you’re missin, dude,” he sighs with a wiggle of his hips.

“I do, that’s why I’m fuckin pissed.” Billy spits, flexing his hands in his binds.

You roll your eyes, pulling all three fingers out of Stu and wiping your hands off on your spare towel. “You know, it’s funny, I think I hear a little brat trying to complain.”

Billy shuts up, though the scowl still remains. You grab the bottle of lube from your little box of goodies at the foot of the couch, slicking yourself up. “Keep watching, Billy, this is how good boys get rewarded.” You guide yourself up to Stu’s hole, pressing the blunt tip of your cock in. The rest follows in easily, until you’ve bottomed out and Stu is groaning. Billy watches, envy in his face and a tent in his pants. “You know, because you’re a good boy—“ you lean over, jostling inside of him as you reach in the box. Stu moans at the realization of what’s in your hands. Billy nearly chokes, eyes going wide. “I think you deserve another reward.”

You pull the mask, their mask, over your head, fastening it onto your face. “Th-that’s not fair! You can’t just do that without me! You know how much I wanted that!” Billy’s getting red in the face, tugging on the bones almost violently. Stu grins wide, toes curling in anticipation. They’ve begged before, for you to don their gear and fuck them in it, but you’d always pushed it off. Until now. Billy’s screaming now, begging, pleading, desperation clear in his voice. “It’s not fair!”

You click the little button on the side of the mask, activating the voice modifier. “You poor thing.”

Stu shivers, that ghostly mask staring back at him as you begin thrusting, bending his legs up to his chest. Little punched out ‘uhn’s are forced from his throat, his eyes wide and pupils blown. You tilt your head, just the way you know they’ve seen in their horror movies, and slide your hand up to Stu’s throat. He reacts beautifully, clenching tight around you and moaning in pure anticipation of the force behind your fingers.

Billy’s still trashing, tugging at the ropes and mindlessly pleading. “I’ll be good! I’ll do whatever you want, j-just untie me,”

Those soulless eyes of the mask turn and lock with Billy’s, the husky crackling voice taking back in your words. “What will you do when you break free? Forcefully take his place? Fuck yourself on my cock? I can’t take you seriously when you're acting like a bitch in heat.”

Billy whimpers of all things, finally slumping back in his chair. You turn your attention back on Stu, squeezing tight around his neck the same moment you thrust in. His eyelids flutter, mouth gaping open like a fish out of water. “That’s it, choke for me, pretty boy.” It gives you a power rush, playing the role of the ruthless Ghostface, having the familiar voice express your words. Your boys were always enamored with your willingness to play rough, but this is just the icing on the cake. Now, if only one of them could ever learn to play nice.

Billy’s eyes flicker intensely over the both of you, from your masked face, down your naked chest, to your cock sinking into Stu, then to Stu’s leaking cock, to his bunched sweater, to your hand wringing his neck. Billy’s pouting, shoulders slumped. He wants to play too, he wants to see what Stu sees.

Stu’s getting louder, panting heavier, gasping in breaths of air. His stomach tightens, toes curling. He’s teetering on the edge, ever so close to that satisfying abyss. This is his reward, after all, you won’t withhold his pleasure. You grab his cock, pumping roughly. He comes quick after that, streaking his stomach and sweater white.

Billy’s defeated, frustrated tears pricking his eyes. “What do you think, Stu? Should we let him out now?” You pat the side of his face, drawing his attention. Stu blinks, coming down from his high. “Yeah,” he breathes, resting his head on his elbow, still reclined on the couch. You pull out of him, a low chuckle cackling from the voice modifier.

“You hear that, billy-boy? It’s your lucky day.” There’s a switchblade in the box, and you flick it open with a thwip. Billy licks his lips at the sight, following the gleaming edge of the blade. You cut him free, pulling him up by his hair. He hisses, clenching his teeth shut. “Be a good boy, now,” you’ve long since closed the blade, but it still makes him shiver when the cold blunt edge of the handle presses against his back. “Or I’ll gut you like a fish.”

Dottore's Failed Experiment

FTM!Bottom!Dottore x Top!Masc Reader x FTM!Dom!Pantalone

Request | Kinktober | No AFAB language Ver (AO3)

Contains: Non-Con, Test Subject Reader, Oral Sex/Face Fucking, Voyeurism (Pantalone), Choking, Unconsciousness, Cunnilingus (Pantalone), Sadism (Pantalone)

Words: 1,113

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"Good afternoon, Doctor, I trust your experiment is going well?" Pantalone waltzes into the room, smiling.

Dottore freezes and turns to Pantalone nervously, he's the only person who could make Dottore cower in fear. "You see.."

Dottore freezes and turns to Pantalone nervously, he's the only person who could make Dottore cower in fear. "You see.."

"Don't tell me you've wasted the money I loaned you?" Pantalone raises an eyebrow.

"It's just...well, the specimen um is fairly ordinary save for the, hm, high stamina and sex drive..." Dottore looks at the floor. "Eh heh.."

"Did you do that on purpose? I hadn't imagined you were that kind of person." Pantalone glances over to your body, lying down on a metal table with a large boner poking through your shorts. "Have you tested it out?"

"What? Of course not! I'm utterly ashamed of this!" Dottore shakes his head.

"...Can it at least follow orders?" Pantalone asks.

"Uh- yes."

Pantalone walks towards the table, gently pushing Dottore out of the way. "Sit up."

You sit up immediately.

"Hm. I'll make use of this. Dottore, don't go against me." Pantalone says before ordering you to stand up.

"What do you mean..?" Dottore asks, eyes wide. He didn't take Pantalone as the type to want to use something like that.

"You. Do whatever you wish with him." Pantalone points to Dottore. "Don't listen to him if he tells you to stop."

Dottore looks at you in horror as you bring him to his knees.

"Are you serious?" Dottore asks frantically, gasping when you pull your pants down, your boner looking even bigger than before. "Tell it to stop! Pantalone!"

"You've disappointed me, Dottore, but you might as well make use of your failure." Pantalone smiles. "Don't try to fight back, unless you'd like to do something else to pay for your debt..."

Dottore bites his lip, knowing that whatever Pantalone has planned alternatively is far worse than whatever you'll do to him. He grimaces as he watches you pull your underwear down, your hard cock slapping him in the face.

"That's a good boy." Pantalone coos. He sits down on a chair to watch the entertainment comfortably.

Dottore shivers, both at Pantalone's words and at how huge you are. He shoots Pantalone a look that he knows the other won't be able to see due to his mask.

"You...you won't let him come inside me, right?" Dottore asks, knowing you could definitely produce enough to ensure that he could end up pregnant.

"Of course not." He lies. Dottore sighs in relief.

You pull his mask away and pry his bottom lip open as you use your other hand to guide your dick inside him.

Dottore lets you fuck his mouth, albeit unwillingly. His eyes start to water as you use him like a toy.

Pantalone watches with a smile on his face, loving the display in front of him.

You ravage the doctor's mouth over and over, your cock never softening no matter how many times you come in his mouth. His mouth is sore from you never giving him a break. Cum and drool are spilt on the ground, the remains of what he couldn't swallow.

Much to the doctor's relief, you finally pull out of his mouth.

Dottore coughs and wipes his mouth. "Are you happy now, Pantalone?"

"No, not even close."

Dottore gasps as you push him to the ground. You rip his clothes off eagerly and nudge your cock inside him.

"Fuck! At least use lube you cretin!" Dottore grimaces as you push further inside, he was barely aroused so the stretch was incredibly painful. "You- you're getting off on- fuck- this, aren't you?"

Pantalone only laughs in response.

With the way your cock is filling him up, Dottore starts to think that maybe doing whatever alternative Pantalone had planned would've been better than this. He makes a face when he sees the fairly large bulge in his stomach.

You eventually bottom out and start fucking him without even waiting for him to adjust. You groan and wrap your hands around his neck, squeezing tightly. He slaps your arms in desperate attempts of having you let go, your thrusts are punching the air out of his lungs and having his breathing restricted is certainly not helping.

"St- stop th- the thing! Pan- Pantalone!" Dottore keeps fighting back despite knowing his efforts are fruitless. Pantalone couldn't care less for how he feels. "You ass!"

You continue fucking him despite all of his squirming, keeping your hands on his throat while you indulge in your desires.

Dottore eventually passes out, falling limp as you keep using his body to satisfy you. You let go of his neck and grip his waist instead. Pantalone squirms in his seat, getting off on you fucking Dottore.

"Feel free to come inside him." Pantalone chuckles.

You growl in excitement, fucking him til your release. You unload your spend inside him, filling him up without his knowledge.

When Dottore comes to, he immediately notices the odd feeling inside of him. "Don't- ugh- don't fucking tell me!" He looks down and sees bits of your cum dribbling out of him. "Pant- pantalone! You f- fuck- fucking- nngh- lied!" Dottore panics, knowing you'll keep fucking more of your cum inside him.

Pantalone smiles, getting even hornier from Dottore's reaction.

You keep fucking Dottore, releasing inside him so many times that his stomach starts to inflate.

He passes out multiple times and eventually falls silent and allows you to fuck him until your cock runs dry, which he thinks'll never happen.

"You can ejaculate one last time, then stop." Pantalone commands.

You look at Dottore's limp and exhausted body, coming for the nth time and reluctantly pulling out as Pantalone ordered you to.

"Come here." Pantalone instructs. You walk over to him and start drooling when he strips his lower half. "Eat me out."

You quickly comply, spreading his legs further and pulling his sex towards your face. You start licking him up like a dog, making him moan beautifully in response.

You focus all your attention on his cunt, devouring it like you've survived on crackers your entire life. Pantalone bites his lip, pussy twitching in pleasure.

"Yes- fuck, just like that~" He whimpers. "Ooh~"

It doesn't take long for you to bring him to an orgasm, his cunt clenches around your tongue desperately as you suck up his fluids.

Pantalone lets you keep going for a minute before stopping you. "Good boy.." He says, out of breath. "Hm..why don't you uh, clean Dottore up? I'm sure you know where the shower is?"

You nod.

"Good. Make sure he's well rested and I suppose you could find him something to eat." He pets you. "I'll take my leave now."

I just realized carrd is really hard to use .°(ಗдಗ。)°.

Revenge is Best Served Hot (And Sticky)

Bottom!FTM!Pantalone x Top!Masc!Test Subject Reader

{Request} [Part One] | [No AFAB language ver (AO3)]

Contains: Non-Con, Voyeurism, Face-Fucking, Rough Sex

Words: 697

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"It's just...well, the specimen um is fairly ordinary save for the, hm, high stamina and sex drive..." Dottore looks at the floor.

"...Can it at least follow orders?" Pantalone asks.

"Uh- yes."

"Hm. I'll make use of this. Dottore, don't go against me." Pantalone says before ordering you to stand up.

"What do you mean..?"

"You. Do whatever you wish with him." Pantalone points to Dottore. "Don't listen to him if he tells you to stop."

Dottore looks at you in horror as you bring him to his knees.

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After recovering from the previous events, Dottore has you take revenge for him.

He enters Pantalone's room with you behind him, a sick grin on his face and a bundle of rope in his hands. Thankfully Pantalone was passed out from the hard day he had earlier so Dottore doesn't have to use you to hold him down.

He approaches the male's sleeping body, pulling the covers away and turning him on his back. The doctor ties Pantalone's wrists to prevent him from trying anything when he wakes up.

"Go ahead." Dottore smiles and steps away. He sits on top of the banker's desk and watches you rip his clothes to shreds.

You shove his mouth onto your awaiting length, dragging his head along the shaft. As soon as your tip hits the back of his throat he jolts awake.

His screams and complaints are muffled, he squirms around and fruitlessly tries to get out of the rope.

"Relax, Pantalone. You know it'll hurt more if you fight." Dottore laughs. "Those ropes are specially made, don't waste your time."

Pantalone glares at him.

"Oh and don't try to bite, it won't hesitate to knock your teeth out."

He quickly relaxes his mouth and begrudgingly allows you to use his mouth freely.

You drag your cock along his throat, abusing it and groaning at how good he feels.

"How does it feel being in my place now?" Dottore taunts.

If he could, Pantalone would flip him off.

You grip his hair and fuck his mouth harder, drool spilling down the Regrator's chin.

It feels like you're spending hours thrusting into his throat, every minute making him feel more and more disgusted. You finally reach your peak and send thick globs of cum down his wet warmth.

You keep yourself inside him, not moving but forcing him to swallow your come. Once he does, you pull out. To both his and Dottore's surprise.

"Guess it doesn't like your throat very much, 'lone."

"Shut u-" Pantalone's retort is interrupted by you grabbing his sides and flipping your position to where he's on top of you.

You lower him onto your cock, your tip penetrating him before you slam him down.

Pantalone gasps in surprise. He looks down at you, trembling, and waiting for you to do something but you don't. You just look at him expectantly.

"Move." You say. "Bounce." You correct yourself.

His eyes widen. "Absolutely not!"

"Bounce." You repeat. "Now." You drag your nail along his thigh.

Dottore grins widely, this is even better than he imagined. Watching Pantalone humiliate himself is more than enough revenge.

Pantalone gulps and begins to move, struggling to stay still with his wrists bound. You grip his hips and help him stay upright.

"Fuh- fuck you...Dottore-" He grimaces. "Enjoy yo- yourself now but- you'll fu- fucki- fucking regre- regret this later-"

"You deserve all of this, I doubt I'll even feel any sort of remorse."

"Yo- you des- deserved it- for wast- wasting my mo- ra-" He chokes on his tears. "I don- don't."

"You could argue that, but you know I'm a vengeful person."

You flip Pantalone onto his back and drill your cock deep into him, spilling your seed inside him without warning. You don't hesitate before fucking him again.

"Doesn't feel good, does it?"

Pantalone fails to respond, getting his brains fucked out from your cock reaching impossibly deep parts of him.

Dottore watches in sick glee as you destroy the banker's mind and cunt. It's even worse for him as he remains conscious the entire time.

And if his eyes even flutter closed he gets a harsh slap to the face to wake him up.

The gross hot and sticky feeling of your cock pushing and spreading your cum around in his pussy makes him sick. He didn't bother counting but he knows you've come at least 10 times.

"I'm satisfied." Dottore says after you've come for the nth time. "But you can keep having your fun with him if you'd like." He waves with a sharp grin on his face that pisses off Pantalone and leaves the room.

"Not done." You say, gripping his waist tighter.

4 times Leona calls you mommy, and the time you call him “baby boy” back. 

MINORS DNI

TWST EN terms used, reader is not mc

dom top masc amab reader, sub bottom Leona Kingscholar, mommy kink, blowjob, possessiveness, masturbating, Leona has a knot, under negotiated kink

Apologies if the tenses are all over the place, that’s not my strong suit and I hardly ever write in the past tense  

It takes you by surprise the first time Leona says it. 

You’d found him lazing around in the botanical garden (big surprise), and you decided to join him by cuddling up behind him. Leona had turned his head to face you, and blinked his eyes slowly as he registered who you were. He then fully turned around so he could wrap his arms around you and shove his face into your chest. In the moments when he’s between sleep and consciousness, he can be uncharacteristically sweet. A big cuddly kitten. You ran your fingers through his hair, and tugged gently on one of his braids. 

“Mommy,” he had mumbled, oh so softly, and were you not completely focused on him it may have slipped past your ears. But you had been focused on him, and you heard it, loud and clear. 

In the moment, you’d blanked. The title made your heart thump in its chest– and your dick stirred in your pants– so much so that you worried Leona would pick up on it (you could always use his appearance as an excuse (that would get you a smug grin, for sure)). But it was an unusual title considering your masculine presentation. Or so you’d thought. 

As you processed it, you found that you weren’t all that surprised he'd begun to associate the title with you. Cater has loudly dubbed you as the “mom friend,” and according to Ruggie, you have a habit of babying Leona.

That day he'd looked so content and sleepy, nuzzling his face into your chest lovingly. Therefore, instead of asking him about it you’d simply made a note of it in the back of your head, and continued to card your fingers through his long hair, scritching behind his ears occasionally, letting him fall peacefully into slumber.

-

The second time he calls you by the title, it's clearly a joke. 

Even though you’d told him to do it, somehow you had ended up being the one who picked up Leona’s clothes from the ground of his messy room while he played solitary chess.

“Y’know, you should be the one cleaning up after yourself if someone's coming over," you had chided, tossing a dirty t-shirt at him. Leona had pulled the shirt off where it landed on his head, and promptly threw it back at you. 

“Tch whatever you say, mommy,” he teased. That day, instead of offering a smart retort like you usually did in response to his teasing, you just folded the shirt he’d thrown and gave him a charged look. Leona’s tail flicked, and he squirmed under your gaze. Eventually he cleared his throat, breaking the pregnant silence by resuming his game and changing the subject to complain about something Vil said earlier.

The moment passed quickly, but you recall it often, wondering how much of a joke it really was.

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The third time he says it, you’re not actually 100% sure he said it. 

You had been sucking his dick in his room (he’d actually shown up to class today and you were rewarding him), swallowing down the pre that flowed from his tip. Leona had his hands on your head, being mindful of his claws, but not of his hips which jerked and thrusted into your mouth every so often. 

He’d been teetering on the edge for a bit, letting out gruff moans of your name, his cock twitching in your mouth. This time you’re sucking his dick as a reward, so– unlike other times when you sucked his dick for hours to edge him– you actually put effort into getting him off. To send him over you had let your hands wander to play with his balls. 

“Mah-ahhh,” he cried, and came without warning down your throat. You had choked a bit, caught off guard, but then enthusiastically you swallowed his cum down. Your hand that was playing with his balls moved to squeeze his quickly inflating knot, causing more cum to shoot down your throat. “Muh-ahhh,” he moaned again, then decided to cover his mouth. 

In the moment you had vaguely wondered if you were trying to find something that wasn’t there. That because you wanted him to call you mommy, your brain was supplying evidence that he had. And- wait since when did you want him calling you mommy?!

Instead of opening that can of worms, you had pulled off his dick as he softened, nipping his foreskin.

“Brat,” you grumbled hoarsely, referring to how he had cum without warning.

You noticed how Leona’s dick twitched, simply at you calling him a brat.

Again instead of addressing it, you just squeezed his knot until it deflated, then pulled him into your lap. He’d then slowly jerked you off, making out with you as he did. Once you had cum Leona made a big show of lapping it up from where it landed on your stomach, and you hauled him back up to kiss you until he got too sleepy to keep up with you.

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It doesn’t take you long to come to terms with the fact that, yes you do want Leona to call you mommy. And once you do, your brain is off and running.

You are utterly consumed by newfound fantasies. You can’t stop imagining Leona whimpering “mommy please,” as you slide your fingers in and out of him, or him growling the title when you deny him an orgasm, or him wailing “thank you mommy,” when you’re particularly generous and fuck him instead of going to class.

The thoughts are so frequent, they get you so worked up, that sometimes Leona can’t be there to help you with your sexual tension.

Like a few days ago, when he was busy at a housewarden meeting, and you were holed up in your room with a hand down your pants, jerking off to the thought of him riding you. You had imagined him looking down at you with that shit eating smirk as he rolled his hips slowly. You imagined spanking him to make him speed up as you stroked your dick faster. 

“Good boy, get mommy off,” your voice was a strained whisper in the quiet room. You imagined Leona clenching around you at your words (and you had squeezed yourself accordingly). 

The Leona that you had conjured in your head, was sweating, so worked up from the way your cock stretched him out and fuck him so deeply, it made him want to work harder. His dick would hang heavy and hot– maybe even dripping pre already– between his legs, bobbing from the way he quickly fucks himself atop of you.

You felt yourself getting close, so the fantasy Leona growled and tightened around you, begging mommy for release, begging that you would mark his insides with your cum.

With a muffled yelp, you had finished inside your closed fist, wishing it was inside Leona instead. 

As you cleaned your cum off your hand with a tissue you wondered how much longer you could take before you inevitably broke.

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Luckily, an opportunity presents itself today when you have him in doggy style, teasing him by fucking him deep and slow. Leona says it a fourth time.

His tail wraps around your waist, keeping you close, his arms clinging onto a pillow as you dick him down.

"Mommy," it's quiet, slipping from his lips between moans. 

“What was that kitty?” you huff, leaning over him more, caging him in with your body. You briefly wonder if your fantasies have finally gotten out of control, but nevertheless your heart rate accelerates with adrenaline at the prospect of him calling you mommy. 

“Nothin’” he protests, letting out a moan of your name, likely to distract you. 

“What did you call me,” you demand, rather than ask. You stop fucking him to wrap your arms around his chest, and hoist him up. You resume fucking him, now vertically. The new position gets you deeper, has him clawing at your arms, his head flung back against your shoulder, clenching like a vice around you. 

“Mama,” he chokes out, “oh, mommy.” With his confession you reward him by rubbing at his swollen nipples. Hearing him finally say it makes you feel like your body is on fire.

“Good boy,” the way he shudders at your words does not go unnoticed by you. “That’s what you- ah, wanna be for me, huh Leona?” you snap your hips upward, rubbing against his prostate with each thrust. 

You nuzzle your face between where his neck and shoulder meet, licking him gently. Leona groans, knows what's coming, and moves his head over so you have more room. You sink your teeth into his skin, and sure yours are much more dull compared to his, but you make a fresh indent in his skin all the same. In response a deep growl comes from the Savanaclaw housewarden at the mix of pain and pleasure. You kiss the spot before pulling away to admire your work.

Leona’s drooling now, clinging desperately onto you as you fuck him roughly.

“Yeah- ah fuck, thank you, mommy,” his voice is deep and thick with lust. He loves being marked up by you, and you love seeing all the evidence of what you’ve done to him. 

You kiss him as best as you can in this position, being so careful not to let him nick you with his fangs. When you pull back he looks positively fucked dumb. 

“You’re such a good boy, you’re- hah- my good boy,” Leona groans, arching his back into you, “my sweet kitten,” you can feel him clench tighter around you, “my baby boy,” and with that Leona cums with a yelp, his hole spasming around you, his whole body shivering and shuddering as his eyes roll back into his head. 

Leona jerks his hips back against yours as he rides out his orgasm, selfishly chasing his own pleasure. You can’t find it in you to be displeased with him, not when he’s just given you the best orgasm you’ve ever witnessed him have (so far). 

As soon as he’s done he becomes like jello in your arms, so you slow down, easing him back onto him onto his stomach. He doesn't make any complaints or requests for you to stop, but you take it nice and easy for him anyways- despite wanting so badly to fuck him so hard he forgets his own name.

"Fuck baby boy, I had no idea you'd like that so much," you groan, squeezing his ass with one hand, and holding his hip possessively with the other. Leona clenches weakly around you,

"Mommy, cum n'me, please," he mumbles. A hand of his goes under to soothe his throbbing, inflated knot. 

"Oh? Does mommy’s baby boy want to- ah, be filled?” Leona purrs under you.

"Yes, please, fuckin’ need it," he sounds so pitifully desperate that you can’t help but coo and kiss his back lovingly.

You take his pleas as an invitation to pick up the pace of your thrusts. Now you fuck into him with only the intent of chasing your orgasm. Leona growls at the overstimulation, and the sound only adds to your arousal.

“You take my cock so well baby,” you muse between heavy breaths as you pound him into the mattress. “Such a good kitten- fuck, made for taking me,” you feel your balls tighten, 

“Yours, yours,” Leona insists weakly, clawing at the bed with his free hand.

“Mine,” you groan, finally cumming deep inside him. Leona lets out a noise that’s somewhere between a groan and a growl, his tail flicking excitedly as you fill him up.

“Oh yes,” he purrs, clenching around you. You fuck him through your orgasm, then stay inside until you grow soft. Before pulling out you give a few lazy thrusts, just to hear the lewd squelching that comes from you doing so.

By the time you pull out, Leona’s knot has definitely deflated. 

“Hey,” you whisper only to find that he’s peacefully snoozing away (which doesn’t shock you in the slightest). With a quiet sigh, you carefully adjust him so he doesn’t wake with a crick in his neck. You then go about cleaning yourself and him up before snuggling up behind him. The position nearly gives you Deja Vu.

“Good night, baby boy,” you hum affectionately, kissing the top of his head. 

Just before drifting off, you think you hear Leona mumble “mommy,” again. Though maybe that’s just wishful thinking.

jjk request? here ya go! morning sex with nanami in the kitchen cause he's the breakfast 🤤 mans was crying while getting eaten out on the kitchen counter cause y'all did it till he passed out last night, what more to add a few more rounds in the kitchen? 🤔

—Housewife

Nanami Kento x top!male reader

cw:: degradation.|feminization.|rimming.|mention of threesome.|breeding k.|light cnc.|dubcon.

៚authors•note: the last part is somebody's req so might make a part two. Who knows?

Nanami wakes up early so he could do cleaning and cooking. Waking you up with a stoic yet loving face. Though particular morning you were awoken early caused by a lewd dream.

"Y-y/n! Stop! We did...it last...night!" Nanami is now panting his hands trembling while he cut whatever it is you were supposed to eat

Pulling away from his rim your saliva connecting to it "c'mon Nanami, let me do it. Don't be fucking selfish." Retaliating you went back to eating him out

Kento couldn't do anything but grip the marble counter. A few moments he felt a knot in his stomach the pleasure building up waiting for its release

"Y/n..! I'm-I'm cumm-" a loud whimper resonated from his mouth before cumming on his apron, his eyes getting watery from being overstimulated

"Fucking slut. You came just having your rim licked? Whore." The degrading word only spurred the blonde more.

"M' no whore..!" His tears slipping out "really?" You spread his flesh to properly see his gaping rim making you burst out of laughter "Cause this shit says otherwise." Mocking him you stuck a finger in his slippery hole earning you a whimper.

He instinctively pushed back craving the friction inside him. Thrusting your fingers a few more times before taking it out.

"Want you to suck my cock." At this point, you were standing full height whispering in his ears while your hands wander all over his body.

"N-no y/n it's too early for-" interrupting him by biting his earlobe harshly due to your irritation "Fuckin' do it ken! You wanna be a good bitch right? I made you cum, now make me too!" Your voice held irritation and need

Without any choice left the sorcerer turned around kneeling, taking the painful restriction off of you. Lapping your cock and fondling your balls he hastily tries to make you cum

"Mouth. I want mouth"

"No. Y/n I-" gritting your teeth you pushed him away dragging him by his arms and switching place with you. You now were the one leaning on the counter

"Would you stop being so fucking selfish?!" You spat, anger and irritation lingering "...o-okay." Kneeling on the hard wood he met your crotch.

With fear bubbling in his insides he sucked your cock wholly.

"That's it," grabbing both sides of his head you began fucking his mouth like a fuck toy "Good bitch." Groaning and huffing every time his throat constricted from gagging

Finally, you pulled out "turn around. Bend over the table," In fear of angering you further, he complied. "Such a good little housewife ain't ya?" Nanami only moaned in acknowledgment.

Dipping your head back on his rim, you start to lube it with your spit, stretching it out for a bit. The squelching sounds made the blonde flustered

Hooking your fingers on the apron tie you pulled the upper knot "take off your shit. Leave the apron." With his ass being eaten his trembling hands shuffle to take it off and tying the upper knot again.

Finishing to lube his entrance up you spit on your hands jerking your cock before fucking it inside him.

Grabbing his hips you angled the spot where your cock deliciously kiss his prostate. "Fuck!" Kento could only mumble curses while he bounces on your dick

"You like that shit ken'?"

"Yes! Fuck! Y-y/n!" His mind began to shoot blanks his neglected cock began to throb as it grinds on his apron.

"You gonna be a good wife and not push me away got that?" Nodding at your words kento chased his high "or I'll fuck gojo in front of you, he might be a better housewife you know."

"N-no! I swear I won't push you away...anymore! M' gonna be a g-good...housewife!" Retaliating at your threat like it didn't spur him when you threaten him.

Gojo. Yeah, he's an irritating mother fucker. But Nanami always thought how he would look like being all broken and tore up by you, Since that he always told him how he like you and how he kept asking for a three-way.

"Better be." With a harsh snap of your hips, a scream of your name tore out of his mouth along with clamping of his inside while he cums on his apron

After a short breather, you thrust a few more times before pushing your dick all the way inside him filling him up.

"See babe, give and receive," pulling out of him your cum didn't drip out, how could it? It's in a special place now, deep inside your good wife. Grabbing his throat to pull him closer. "Be good now. I might fuck that needy perverted brat spying on us right now." You whisper before kissing his fucked out face.

Nanami's legs gave up so you decided to carry him back to your shared bedroom.

You could see how gojo snuck away hurriedly. Thinking about what you said you thought about it. Yeah, you should fuck him along with Kento.

You might. Just wait.