this is a mephistopheles stan account and i wholeheartedly agree with all of this
Thoughts on the three new characters? đđ
alright alright alriiiiiight
thirteen is hot as hell, not gonna lie. her striking eyes and colorful hair, it's justâ *chefs kiss* i'm so glad we finally have a female love interest for the game and it makes my lil gay heart so happy ^-^
raphael... i am so sorry but i can't get over how similar him and mammon look. i know they have drastically different behaviors and raph is an angel and all buT yeah :c i think they could've done more to differentiate their designs
finally.. drum roll, please. m e p h i s t o p h e l e s !!! he is fine as fuck. purple hair? gorgeous. gloves? impeccable. the fact that he reports gossip for a living and made those dialuci stickers? PHENOMENAL. i need his dick down my esophagus asap
Mammon: I ain't got nothin' for ya!
Also Mammon: *does, in fact, have something for ya*
THE HANNIBAL TAG???? help đđ i could see asmo killing people and being like âoh this? just some girlbossing- letâs have a fancy dinnerâ right after
peoplewho still go on dates even with a winterstorm warning. no one says no to asmo
iâm not mad đ„°
Haikyuu!! Click and Drag Game! Please do not repost anywhere.
There are 41 characters total for each lmfao i went all out. Click and drag each one to see who you get, or if youâre on mobile, take a screenshot.
Have fun and let me know what you got!
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i am nothing but shooketh at the pure power that this piece radiates. wonderful. fantastic. inspired.
*chefâs kiss*
đđđđđđđ: admiral!taehyung x pirate!reader
đđđđ đđđđđ: 15k
đđđđđ: pirate au, fantasy, enemies to lovers, smut, a sprinkle of angst & fluff.
đđđđđđđđ: 18+, smut. penetrative sex, unprotected sex, fingering, riding, ice play, bondage, degradation, nipple play, hand-job, oral (male receiving), squirting, overstimulation, dirty talk, silk play(??), femdom, sub!taehyung.
đđđđđđđ: when it comes to getting what she wants, a true pirate seldom abides by the rules - and admiral kim taehyung is about to learn just how dirty you can play it.
or: you need taehyung to paint your portrait, and end up roping him in in more ways than one.
đ/đ: this is a stand-alone oneshot, but exists in the same universe as wintervale, which this story precedes. if you squint, you might be able to spot a slight crossover in characters. admittedly, this wasnât meant to be nearly as long as it turned out (was aiming for one scene of steamy pirate sex and ended up with over 15k somehow?) but I really like it so I hope you guys enjoy it nonetheless.Â
SERIES MASTERLIST: HERE
âYou want me to what?â
The Admiral stands amidst the opulence of your quarters with his eyebrows raised in disbelief. As the flickering light from the overhead chandelier catches in the hollows of his cheekbones, you cannot help but give pause to admire him - it is not often you play host to such distinguished guests in your quarters, let alone a man so virile and handsome. He looks positively devilish in his crisp naval uniform, arms folded across a broad chest as he leans back against your dining table, and this fact alone is enough to make you want to ruin him. It would not be the first time a man of such high status had lost his dignity before you.
âI believe you heard me, Admiral,â you repeat, leaning back in your chair with your chin tilted upwards as you regard him. âAnd if you care for the wellbeing of your men - all of whom are currently tied up across my deck, if memory serves - then you will comply.â
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Some of the responses to my last post have made me realize that maybe Bakugo's trauma isn't as well understood as some of the other characters', and, because I have free time today, I figured I might as well break it down in chronological order and work from there (warning you now: this will be long).
To begin with, there's a lot of obvious things about the Sludge villain incident that would be traumatizing for basically anyone. And as much as Bakugo tried to shove off the after-effects, we know he was scared:
But there are a lot of Bakugo-specific reasons why the Sludge villain really fucked with his confidence and sense of self-worth. For one thing, while we see Midoriya getting attacked, he's rescued by All Might almost instantly. He barely has time to realize he's suffocating before he's free. Bakugo? Not so much. It's unclear how long, exactly, the Sludge villain holds him hostage, but it's at least a few minutes. Which doesn't sound very long until you remember that Bakugo was fourteen, couldn't breathe, and, because he isn't stupid, was completely aware that multiple pro heroes were basically standing around watching him be brutalized and doing absolutely nothing to help.
The only person who did help was Deku. The only person. The only person who gave enough of a shit about Bakugo to try and save him was the person he has the most complicated relationship with: his rival, his victim, his childhood friend, the person he feels both the safest and most exposed with. The person he measures himself against constantly, and internally finds himself lacking. So not only is all of this happening, but Dekuâwho just hours earlier Bakugo was mocking for being weakâis the one person strong enough to try and do something, and gets front row seats to Bakugo's own weakness.
Then All Might shows up and saves Bakugo from what is, at that point, the most humiliating, terrifying thing that has ever happened to him. But of course Bakugo isn't happy about it; he never wanted to be saved by All Might, and meeting his hero for the first time the way he did? What Bakugo wanted, desperately, was to prove himself to All Might, and instead he's just another dumb kid that got saved from a villain attack by the greatest pro hero who ever lived.
Not only that, but this was in public. It was televized. Bakugo was made so famous for it, people recognized him years later on the street based solely on his face. And while theoretically that's great exposure for him, imagine if the worst, most degrading moment of your entire life was broadcast on live, national television, and constantly brought up like some funny anecdote by people who don't even know you. He was fourteen years old being physically assaulted and strangled in front of the entire country and unable to do anything about it. Not only did that damage his pride, but it really fucked with him mentally. Look at what Midoriya even says about him:
That's not even to begin talking about how much pressure he puts himself under to be the best, no exceptions. He has a full-on panic attack when he loses in Deku vs. Kacchan 1 because he ties his self-worth so completely to winning he thinks of himself and worthless without it. Look how deeply it affects him:
That's not just bruised pride, that's Bakugo dealing with every single one of his insecurities being laid bare in public again. It's gonna just keep happening, too. And sure, like with this fight, sometimes he brings it on himself, but. Holy shit, this poor kid.
Then, of course, we have the kidnapping.
Despite their misapplication of their information, the LoV actually understands Bakugo pretty well. By that I mean, they figured out what affects Bakugo the most and capitalize on it to try and win him over to their side. They attack his image as a hero. Which seems kind of lame and generic, except it really hits home. Why?
Because that's his biggest insecurity, his deep, dark shame: Bakugo doesn't think of himself as heroic.
He's an excellent fighter and strategist, he's fearless, able to work well under pressure, adaptable, quick-thinking, and extremely powerful. All incredible traits for a hero. What he doesn't have is an instinct to save others. Deku does; he'll reach his hand out to anyone, without thought, no matter the cost to his safety/happiness. But Bakugo consistently struggles with this aspect of being a true hero. He's very aware of how important it isâevery time he talks about Deku looking down on him, the thing he was laughing at Bakugo for? Yeah, this is itâand how very much he lacks it. And the LoV rubs his face in the fact that not only do a bunch of villains see him as being villainous, but the public he's supposed to be well on his way to protecting do, too. Yeah Aizawa defends him, but of course that whole experience negatively affects Bakugo. Especially because of what comes after.
Deku vs. Kacchan 2 is probably the closest Horikoshi comes to stabbing the audience through the brain with a knife labeled "Bakugo's trauma".
The whole fight is just Bakugo baring his soul in the most raw, heart-wrenching way possible. Look at what he asks Deku:
None of these lines should be ignored. This is Bakugo admitting that he is terrified that every bit of praise he's ever received is meaningless in the face of reality, which has proven that he is not worthy. All Might didn't think so, otherwise why wouldn't he have picked Bakugo to be his successor? Every ounce of skill, all the effort Bakugo has poured into his dream, it all means nothing. Why? Because Deku is inherently heroic, and Bakugo is not. Bakugo knows it, Midoriya knows it (why else would he be laughing in Bakugo's face if he wasn't intimately aware of his failures?), All Might knows itâhell, the whole world knows it. And because Bakugo is his own worst critic, he's gutted that someone like him, someone unworthy, destroyed the Symbol of Peace. His hero.
Does this not look like trauma? Does this not look like a kid poorly dealing with PTSD who's lashing out and trying to punish himself? And trying to purge his emotions the only way he knows how, through fighting? Who is desperately seeking some kind of compassion and connection in Deku, because he is losing his mind and can't keep going? He's a kid who's been given basically zero support, who's been expected to deal with not only being kidnapped and psychologically tortured, but also being the direct cause of Japan's sudden criminal uprising. That is so much pressure to put on a child. Any single bit of Bakugo's experience would be traumatizing by itself, but put together? It's like a personalized hell for him.
And then we have the Moment. The my body just moved on its own moment. Bakugo is so afraid for Deku leading up to this:
And afterward? It really affects him.
He's scared for Deku. He's beating himself up for not supporting him better, for not getting over himself and taking Deku's hand. He thought his closest person was going to die in front of his eyes, and then that person ran away. Of course that traumatized Bakugo.
Now, the reason Bakugo's trauma often gets overlooked (both in canon and in the fandom space) is, in my opinion, because he doesn't express his trauma in a way that's easy to romanticize. It often comes out as anger and violence, loud and obnoxious and toxic. His trauma responses hurt other people, specifically Deku. And in a character that isn't going for poor little meow meow bloodthirsty vengeance-based criminal or abused child with terrible social skills but a heart of gold, it's hard for people to wrap their heads around the fact that Bakugo isn't really a bad kid so much as he's a kid who has had a lot of crap dumped on him and hasn't been given any tools to heal. He doesn't know how to express his feelings easily or clearly when he isn't in the middle of a fight, and he has very few coping skills to help him deal with his crippling self-loathing and inferiority complex. So when he reaches his mental limit, heâpun intendedâexplodes.
That isn't to say that Bakugo isn't responsible for his trauma responses, the same way every other character is. He absolutely deserves to be taken to task over them, and the narrative has done a good job of giving him one consequence after the other. But at the same time, he really is just a child who is doing his best in a fucked up situation. And while his actions definitely have hurt other people, the amount of mental torment Bakugo finds himself in on a regular basis deserves more sympathy than I think he sometimes gets.
I understand why characters like Shoto get more of the poor baby treatment, because he's the perfect victim: faultless, and his anger is almost 100% directed at the perpetrator, his father. Comparatively, Bakugo's trauma is messy and overflowing and directed at all the wrong people. But that's neither unrealistic nor even all that surprising, given what we know about him. And part of that is because his trauma isn't nearly as straight-forward, since it's so wrapped up in his own self-esteem issues that he blames himself, and then tries to refocus his hurt and anger on Deku to mitigate his own pain.
It's a big part of why I like Bakugo so much; he represents the unappealing side of trauma responses that are so common, but so often get overlooked because they're unappealing. He's a victim who doesn't act the way we want a victim to act, but rather the way they usually do, and for that I applaud Horikoshi on his realism.
how am i supposed to go to work after reading this.
Hey, Venom Boy! - C.K.
Synopsis. Venomâs had enough of his hostâs racing heartbeat and tĂghtening pants around you. So he does what any good symbiote would do - help Choso lose his vĂrginĂty, of course!
Pairing. Choso Kamo x Reader
Content. MDNI, fem!reader, Venom!Choso, best-friends-to-Iovers, PlNING, hĂ©ats, he has tattoos and piercings, Venom in bold, first times (for Choso), PĂSSYDRĂNK CHOSO, oraI (fem. rec), spĂtting, ĂnapproprĂate use of the symbiote, LONG tongues, rĂding, dĂșmbifĂcation, making it fit, size kĂnk, tummy buIges, creampĂes, cĂșmplay, MARATHONS, matĂng presses, overstĂm, squĂrting, cĂșmming dry, proposals, biting marks, pet names, swĂ©aring.
Word count. 8.5k
A/N. Inspired by this ask and this post by the lovely @/screampied.
âYou like her.â
âShut up.â
âYou want to fu-â
âShut up.â
âHeh- loser.â
And Choso was genuinely contemplating smashing his head against the nearest wall, if only it would yank out that damn parasite- âOi, I can hear you.â -he had the misfortune of picking up.
Weeks - though, it felt like years - weeks since heâd wandered into his usual hiding spot at the abandoned Lady of Saintâs Church for a moment of peace and quiet; except, he wasnât alone that day. Too busy poring over yet another sketch of your dazzling smile to notice-
âYour pulse rate spiked- youâre thinking of her, boy. You want her.â
But itâd been weeks since heâd had peace and quiet after thisâŠalien symbiote had forcibly attached itself to his body that day.Â
And the worst part was that he wasnât even wrong.Â
âS-so what?â Choso hisses out. âShe deserves better than me anyway.â Wincing at the sheer predatory amusement in Venomâs voice as he purrsâÂ
âI have a planâŠâ
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Your best friend was acting strange.
Given, it wasnât anything out of the ordinary for his fawn eyes to linger on you just a little more than whatâs considered appropriate for a âfriendâ, or for him to burn with the prettiest blush whenever you caught him.Â
But these days it was almost like he was avoiding you on purpose.Â
Taking the longer routes after lectures, being struck pale as a ghost mid-conversation, always muttering away underneath his breath.Â
Hell, one day you even had half the mind to jokingly ask him whether he was talking to someone you couldnât see - to which Choso had sputtered and all but sprinted away from you.Â
And here he was right now - towering right at your apartment doorway in just a snug undershirt and the sexiest grey sweatpants.
âCh-Choso?â Your jaw drops slightly at his disheveled, heaving state.Â
Milky skin simmered with a sheen of sweat that made his dark tank top glue to his broad chest, chestnut strands of his bangs falling out of his bun to hide his eyes from you, almostâŠfeverish.
Frantic gaze bouncing off the beefy arm heâd kept leaned over your doorframe for support, âWhat happened- are you sick? Are you drunk?â A quick glance at the clock showed that it was well past 12AM, âAre you okay, Cho-â
And then he flinches.
Fuck- he flinches as if the sound of that very nickname falling from your cute lips made his entire body shudder with a thousand bolts of lightning.Â
Baritone voice hot and murky once he utters, âBabyâŠâ
Oh.Â
You could feel the goosebumps starting to slither down your spine already, and you tug nervously at the paper-thin pyjama shirt you had on. Too-aware of the fact that it was the only thing you were wearing other than your thin panties- damn.
Noticing the way that every minute movement of yours seemed to make Chosoâs pants grow heavier; you dare to take a step closer, and it only makes him grip onto the mahogany doorway until it splinters.Â
Teeth grit. Nostrils flaring. Barely holding himself together.
Gasping, âCho?â
âI need you.â
âWha-â And itâs the last thing escaping your mouth before Choso surges forward like heâs being jerked, movements twitchy - desperate - he falls a few steps forward until heâs in your heated proximity.Â
Your saccharine scent so sweet that heâd be on his damn knees if you hadnât clawed a hand on one of his flexing biceps- a gruff whimper departing from Chosoâs plush, pink lips. âK-kiss me.âÂ
Oh, fuck.
You watch with a carnal sort of desire at the way that he scorches with a breezing blush all the way from the tips of his ears, down to his collarbones. Fisting your dominant hand in the flimsy cotton of your best friendâs undershirt, just the tiniest, weakest tug makes him gulp.
Now that he started, he couldnât stop.
âKiss me- kiss me, p-please.â Heâs finally darting his hazy peripheries up from the floor to look at you, you, and only you. Dragging in a deeeep breath of your air, his half-lidded pupils were begging- âKiss me, baby.â
Youâre humming, the curved edges of your fingertips curling âround Chosoâs nape and pulling him in.Â
Heâs melting.
Heâs melting and melting into the kiss - as if heâd been dreaming of this for just as long as you have. Even longer.Â
Strong, sturdy hands wrapping around your waist to tug you against his hardened front, you gasp at the sweltering hot temperature he was radiating. Already feeling beads of perspiration starting to form across your forehead-
Heâs sucking in a sharp breath, âNeed to- need to tell you something.âÂ
Words huffinâ out through glides of his berry-pink lips across yours, each one wrenching out like it pained him to part from your candied mouth with each sloppy mwah! Blindly, he slams the door shut with the heeled back of his foot. âThereâs- a- a thing-â
Youâre grinning once his voice breaks - breaks, as soon as youâre sipping on the cold spherical piercing homed at the edge of his tongue like your favorite gummy candy. âAâŠthing?â
Through a slightly-cracked eyelid, your gaze sinks down between Chosoâs thick, meaty thighs. Instantly feeling a wave of sap flood your mouth at the massive cylindrical bulge that tightened his sweatpants uncomfortably.
He was just too cute.Â
âA âthingâ, hm?â Youâre breaking off to smirk, twisting a silky lock of his hair around your index in a way that makes the looming man in front of you shiver. Chasing and chasing your lips- he was so weak for you.Â
Giving in, youâre just about getting ready to kiss your best friend silly once more - but what meets your ravenous mouth isnât his soft, plump lips anymore.Â
No, it doesnât even feel human.Â
What instead greets you is something frigid and slimy. Something that crushes you to him with a strength tenfold of what Choso had been using - almost animalistic - until youâre lurching back and gaping at the fact that your feet were now dangling almost two whole feet off of the ground.
Snapping your head to his face and-Â
WhatâŠtheâŠf-
âDonât scream!â In a startling split-second, that black mass of goop masking Chosoâs face slithers away in tiny tendrils to reveal, well, Choso.Â
And honestly, youâre not sure if that wants to make you scream even more or just shuts you up completely. But whilst you ogle whatever it is in front of you, Choso keeps plowing on.Â
âThis- ah, this is what I meant by aâŠthing.â Heâs stammering out nervously, dark brows crinkling with nervousness as he watches on for your reaction. âBasically- a few weeks ago- my body got infected by this alien thing- a âsymbioteâ, it said, and I-â
âImproved.â
Youâre feeling that temptation to exhaust your lungs with yells once more as Chosoâs swallowed up within that dark matter.Â
Muscular and big.Â
Except this time it was formulating a mouth - all wide and decorated in tiny, jagged canines - and slanted white eyes with not a pupil in sight. A dexterous tongue gliiiides down the crevice of its sharp mouth, glittered with strands of slobber. âWe are Venom, pretty girl. And you smellâŠâ
Venomâs voice was deep. Coarse. A rumbling bass that made the very bottom of your stomach quiver- youâre distracted only by the growling sniff he lets out. Monstrous ivory eyes locked right between your heated core-
â-delicious.â
OhâŠhe was reaching well near eight feet and twitching from the inside out once Choso fights to regain control.Â
âA-as you can see-â Smiling sheepishly down at you - you blink, and your best friend was suddenly back. Eyes hooded, mouth snarling, looking ruined. What the fuck. â-he really seems to like your scent and itâs driving me-â
âStop talking, boy, and mate the girl.â
âShut up.âÂ
You blink almost owlishly in disbelief, and in somethingâŠelse, as you feel your thighs clench together. A slight motion that Venom surely doesnât miss, if the way that Chosoâs lungs heave with more gulps of your sweet, sweet leaking pheromones was anything to go by.
And then, youâre finally piping upâ âLetâŠlet me see that tongue of Venomâs again?â
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.
.
âA-are you sure? W-weâre best friends, and Iâve neverâŠâ
Youâd be rolling your eyes at the repeated question if it wasnât for the fact that Choso Kamo just looked so pretty when he was knelt obediently at the very foot of your bed.Â
A thin sliver of sweat sliding down his temple, breaths coming out in heated gusts, slender hands balling into a fist and shivering once you smear your legs open just a fraction more. Twitching, white-knuckled like he was forcing himself to not just ruin you right then and there.Â
âMhm.â Youâre nodding, and the very action is enough for him to snap his eyes down where your cotton panties were starting to dampen and swallow. âPlease, handsome- donât be coy.â
It was almost too good to be true.Â
But, fuck, Choso wasnât waiting around âtill he wakes up from this dream.
With so much pent-up eagerness that he felt his lips twist into a sleazy grin- Chosoâs crawling himself the few inches it was to stuff himself nose-deep between your pretty legs.Â
âO-oh.â
First it was the tiniest tug on your restless hips, then it was a sniff- and then it was a bite of his honed, glossy pearly whites over the lacy lilâ bow homed on the hem of your underwear. A throaty groan snarling through his teethâ âOh, babyâŠâ
That did it-
Quick as a flash, heâs snagging his teeth on the flimsy fabric of your panties and all but tearing it off of you. Rip-rip-ripping to simply push its tatters to the side, Choso doesnât even fully take it off before he was simply drooooling.Â
Gulping and gulping the scent of your leaking hole.Â
âSweet.â He gasps out, words taking on a dark edge. And you swear the chocolate color of his irises looked as if they were almost glowing, âSo sweet.â
âHurry, the symbiote hungers.â
Sharp jaw ticking as he ignores Venomâs request, the fattened pad of his thumb spanks down on your swollen pussylips and spreads you all wide open. Cock twitching at the deafening wet squelch! that chimes once he gathers copious wads of saliva and spits.Â
All over your lustrous cunt, slicking out a mess so great that it was already starting to form a puddle underneath your silken sheets.Â
âAnd mine.â
âTch.â
And Choso wasnât just greedy - he was outright gluttonous.Â
âYouâŠyou taste this sweet, baby?â
âOh- ohhhh fuckâ!â Youâre shrilling out a syrupy moan once his chilly tongue piercing flicks at the tippy-top hood of your clit like a lollipop. Taking extra care to press down hard so that it has you thrashing-
âThere? Sâthat good?â Heâs roaming his mouth over your puffed-up lips eagerly, yearning. Not knowing what he was doing, just addicted. âYouâre so wet, baby- sâthis for me- r-really, really fâme?â
He just couldnât believe it- and the only answer heâs getting is a few soft gasps of oh! and yes! Spit nâ whines overflowing your tongue with every slap of his textured tastebuds. You couldnât help but nod your head down and admire just how drunken Choso was as heâs suckinâ away on your perky clit.Â
The hollows of his cheeks sucked-in and flushed red, spit-glossed mouth wrapped snugly âround your sensitive nub.Â
Youâre whimpering, head thrown back at the grunts he muffles out between your legs.Â
âM-more, Choââ You mewl out in a tone that makes his tensed hips rut forward like an animal, immediately grinding against the firm base of your bedframe. Fuck. Snaking a hand down to intertwine with his mussed-up bangs, and tugging them free of his bun- âWanâ more.â
âMore.â
âHear that? I wanna taste.â
His tongueâs so thirsty - throat so parched - that it lets out the most sinful sluuuuurp at the very first slobbery drag from the dewy base of your quivering pussy, openinâ up your plump folds so widely agape to lather down on the very top of your clit.Â
Nodding and nodding and nodding- grinding up to tease the mushy tip of his tongue past your slippery folds just the tiniest bit. âMore- please.â
And itâs not like Choso didnât hear you - fuck, itâs that youâd broken him.
Because it happens in a singular nanosecond, it happens so fast youâre seeing cartoonish stars in your vision when heâs hauling you halfway across the bed like some glorified ragdoll.Â
Thighs thrown over his shoulder, trembly hands guided through his sweaty scalp, mouth wolfish-Â
âKeh. No wonder youâre a virgin, boy.â
âSh-shut up.â Heâs answering out loud, sending the most electric buzzes down your spine as he nips on the fleshy slope of your pussylips. His own ears pop! as the pointed curve of his chin hits your treacly cunt with a smack of skin-on-skin, so deep. Nose-deep till those lined tattoos on his face.Â
Ready to suffocate if he has to.
âOi- give me a taste, and Iâll give herâŠmore.â
Upper lip glueing to your pussy, Chosoâs making you scream every time the sharp ends of his fangs snag on your clit. âShut up shut up shut up-â
âCh-Cho?â Fuck, it takes you every ounce of strength in your body to lift your head up from your creaky bedsprings. Glassily eyeing the way that his grip on your hips turns bruising with semi-circular claw-marks of his, âEverything hah! alright?â
And shit- he breaks off slightly from your dripping wet pussy once- twice. Thrice, each nâ every time letting off a pained grunt that forces him back to stuff himself at his favorite spot between your legs.
He couldnât even break off to speak. To breathe.
Still murmuring his response at the outer edges of your saturated core, with so many numerous strings of slick dangling from his rovering, swollen lips. Gingerly, âItâs V-Venom, heâŠwants a taste too.â
âOh.â
And shit- Choso didnât need Venomâs superhuman abilities to notice the instant that youâre growing so much wetter. A silky torrent of sap gushing out of you to lacquer your inner thighs like a fountain, already making him lurch- and suck and suck up every pearly droplet.
âIâŠâ Youâre starting off, lip chewed underneath your teeth in a way that almost makes him jealous. The memory of his extravagant tongue still fresh in your mind, â-wouldnât mind.â
âOh? WellâŠâ
â-about time.â
As Choso lets Venom take over, you canât help but gasp.
Oh, you were never getting used to this.Â
He was about two feet taller, hulking, monstrous. And the only thing more lecherous than that toothy grin he wore was his tongue - sliiiiding out all its endless inches and swaying teasingly to nâ fro in midair. Big.Â
So, so big.Â
âEyesâŠâ Heâs looming over until scalding hot breath humidifies your features, tonality so gruff that it rumbles your very bones. Oh, he already knows of his effect on you - can flick his tastebuds out and taste it in the saccharine air. âLungsâŠpancreasâŠâ
The curly, reddened end of it stingingly slapping down on your thigh, Venomâs tongue is oh-so-long enough that he can lace it all over your shivering leg and wrench them further and further openâ
âPussy.â
And then it feels like youâre being split apart- just a few solid, thorough inches of Venomâs slimy tongue burrowing past your puffy folds, keeping your jolting legs pinned firmly by a few of his Stygian spirals.Â
One taste. One taste is all it takes.Â
Youâre being rendered utterly stupid by the swashing flicks of his pointed muscle stirrinâ up your insides, wriggling in circular slurps around and around and around your gummy walls. Scarfing you down until his tongue reaches the very gooey bottom of your cunt and kisses your cervix.Â
So hard that youâre pushed up the mattress and heâs forced to wrap a few tendrils that reel you back down again.Â
âHeh, finish line.â
âWhat- ohâŠoh my god-â Tears drip down in constant rivers from your heavy lids, wailing whimpers breaking off from your larynx at every smack-smack-smack he left on that spongy end. Further pushing aside your panties, retracting aaaaaalll the way back to thruuuust- âY-your tongue is sooo big.â
âSo many snacks. How good.â Heâs tittering out with a thundering pant, spiked ends of his canines littering your skin with gnawing bites. âHow delicious. HowâŠâ
Heâs sloshing his tongue almost aggressively inside, whacking your g-spot in-between his barreling journey to fuck you with his tongue just as much as he wanted to with his cock.Â
Lolling sloppily, thrusting, dragging the ridges of his tastebuds across your g-spot.Â
And it takes you a few more vulgar strokes, it takes you the sound of that familiarly melodic voice for you to flap your tear-heavy lashes open and finally look once more between your legs. â-mine.â
Itâs almost as if both Choso and Venom couldnât decide on who wanted to make out with your soft, candied pussy more.Â
Because it was your best friendâs pretty upper half of his face peeking out from between your splattered legs, but Venomâs mouth that was pumpinâ addictively past your rubbery entrance. Over and over.Â
âN-ngh pleeease!â Comes out your repeated record of whines, every mushy gyration so good that you canât help but rock into every second of his frenzied cadence. Creeping down one of your hands to smear your pussylips wider with a soppy slurp so that he could go even deeper, âI-itâs so good- donât stop donât stop.â
And the look in Chosoâs dark eyes is the most raw glint of disbelief that youâve ever seen.
Unsteady thighs clenching as he hits his v-line against the wooden board of your bed and grinds, unwilling to angrily fist his raging cock the way he ached nâ leaked to, unwilling to take his hands off of you for a mere second.
âN-no no, move that hand, baby. Lemme see her- Please.â Youâve never seen your cute best friend dare to be so rude- urgently swatting away those few fingers of yours to replace with his own knobbly, greedy ones.Â
Pressinâ on your weeping, swollen clit with the flat end of his digit - youâre coating his chipped black nail polish with so many layers of goopy slick that it trickles down to his wrist.Â
And oh, youâd almost forgotten just got many frigid metal rings that Choso wore on his hot fingers. Sappily nuzzling the inside of your left thigh the very moment heâs slipping his middle past your widely messy hole and curlingâ
 âHow could I? How c-could I stop?â Heâs muttering away - octaves higher than youâre used to, hitting and hitting your bruised and battered g-spot at the very same tempo that Venom was, too.
Double whack after whack that made your spine arch curvaceously off of the dampened mattress, icy edges of his rings scraping your walls. Choso just salivates at the heavenly sight of you below him, âHow could you even- think- Iâm-â
â-addicted.â
And Venom chooses just this precise moment to make your stupidly muddled mind remember his presence until you canât think at all.Â
Prolonging his plumply constricted tongue - using his symbiotic powers and extending it even more feet stuffed inside your tightly cozy walls, slashing the very tip to become split-ended.Â
âPretty. Pretty pussy.â Heâs groaning out carnally, and your throat rips with a scream once heâs starting up a thrusting pace that flicks at your weeping cunt with those two slithering ends of his monstrous tongue. âDonât know whoâs prettier- you orâŠâ
Youâre shivering then - shivering at the windy gust of air inhaled once Venom tugs you even closer by his black coils and sniffs. Breath hot, his French kiss on your pussy hotter. â-her.â
âFuck- fuck, youâre making such a mess, Choso.â
âMhmmmmââ
Shifting between both his tongue and Venomâs - every transformation had you dizzy. Alternating between Venomâs hard, almost violent thrusts with his split-end tongue to Chosoâs sensual tickling of his piercing into your most favorite spots.Â
Glittery slick and spittle dripping down like a glazing polish, Chosoâs swallowing down every sweet gumdrop like heâs a man starved.Â
Like a damn dog in heat, every pant of the honeyed pheromones between your legs was driving him fucking mad. Making his hips thrust-
âSh-sheâs drooling almost as much as ngh- me, baby.â Heâs fighting back that damn parasite for more more more of you- for every squelch! once heâs mazing his second, third lengthy finger inside.Â
Searching for your g-spot like treasure trove - hitting and hitting, youâre so pretty and gone that Chosoâs chuckling. âRide it.â Pap-pap-pap goes his hits to your delicate, most tender spots, faster. âRide it- yeah, ride mâf-face like itâs yours, baby- ride it.â
âS-shoooo muchââ And you donât know whether itâs the torrents of slicked saliva falling from your mouth or the sheer overstimulation that has you jumbling up your syllables - but itâs enough to make both Choso and Venom grin. âItâs so ngh- haaaaââ
âSheâs close.â
âFuh-fuck.â Heâs spitting into your drooling lips, right above your pulsating nub. Ringed digits so thick that it makes your knees shake and weaken. Sloppy. âFaster. Harder. Use me, baby-â
Again and again and again.
Your brainâs fuzzily stupid by the time you finally recognize that familiar twist at the bottom of your tummy, too. Blubbering out an unsteady, âP-please! Mânot gonna- ngh! last, Cho.â
âI know- I know I know I knowâ make a mess.â Heâs spitting out once more, letting a wad of saliva stream straightly down your slit and liiicking it all up before Venom overtakes him to keep on probinâ your entrance fully. Swirling every speckled tastebud until it was like the symbiote was trying to brand youâ
And with a gluttonous swipe at the fresh beads of slick homed on top of your nub, Choso wastes no time before pinching your clit-Â
âCum. Cum on my tongue, baby. Mine.â
-and making your field of vision simply shatter with tears once youâre crashing into that built-up high.Â
âShit- shiiiiit. I-it feels so good, Cho- Iâm- nghhh IâmâŠâ It was an orgasm like no other- fuck, any of your toys were paling in comparison to Choso and hisâŠparasite.Â
Fully himself now, you gawk with your mouth unlatched into a sagging oh! at the primal way that Chosoâs prominent Adamâs apple bobs with each eager swallow. Thin lines of sappy slick falling from the pink, puckered corners of his lips and waterfalling all down the side of his damn throat.Â
âTh-thaâs it-â His sopping wet tongue drags uuuup nâ down your open folds to trawl you through your euphoria, every lolling flick of the curled end jostling against your thoroughly-stuffed folds.
Pumping, pounding your glutinous walls until theyâre sticking to his barreling digits like adhesive, the metallic band curving his fingers smooches your g-spot softly. Dimly-lit molten eyes widening at the sheer ribbons of sap youâre letting off with every white-hot bolt of pleasure.
âThis- this is all fâmeâ?â Heâs crooning out, dazed. Letting his jaw fall open with every quiver youâre instinctively clenching with your cunt, âAll for me- me. More- more, baby.â
âFor me, you mean.â
Choso- Venom- Choso just keeps on alternating their slobbering drags of your hips until youâre completely wrung dry. Even the tiniest spank of their rugged tastebuds making you squeal with overstimulation, tears pinpricking behind your eyes.Â
âAw, c-câmonââ Your best friend slurs out in a tingling, pussydrunken tone - so gone that his perspired head falls nâ cuddles your thigh. Begging, âM-moreâŠ?â
âBut ChoâŠmâsensitive.â
And heâs perking his head up like the thought didnât even occur to him - only then do you get a final, filthy look at your best friend after so long.Â
Grinning, he sucks on each of his polished, soppy fingers. Each and every one - looking right into your dilated pupils, âThat was my first time.â
Fuck.
He was pretty.Â
Granted, you always did know that, but right now - with Chosoâs dark strands of hair hooding his half-opened gaze, what little you could see of his eyes gleaming, cheekbones burning scorched red - he was dreamy.
Heâs wearing your saccharine wads of slick like a medal of honor.Â
Thickly coating everywhere from the tattoo on his nose, to the lower half of his face, to bubble all down his jaw. A slippery wire of it spills from the corner of his mouth as it starts moving, an almost airy tone seeping into his voice. âI-Iâm never wiping this off- hey!â
Before he knows it, Venomâs tendrils dart out to filthily lick off the remnant excess his host cherished so much.
Grinning, âDelicious.â
Fighting back his damn alien acquaintance, you stifle a giggle as Chosoâs rosy lips jut out into a pout. Lifting his knee onto the bed- well, grindinâ it right between your legs so that heâs putting pressure on your throbbing slope.Â
Fleshy thumb and index squeezing your cheeks together, âSpit in my mouth.â
âWh-what?â
âSpit-â His sweaty forehead sticks against yours, humid breath clouding up your senses. And you could count every long lash, every smudge of his dark eyeliner. Hiccuping, â-in my mouth.â
And the moment you do- fuck, the moment youâre pursing your spit-glued lips to let out a saccharine web of saliva that slops right down his pinkish tongue with a splat! So loud and filthy and sinful that Choso only as the time to breath out a shallow âfuck!â before heâs cumming.
Burning hot and feverish. Right then and there to create a dripping damp spot in his trousers- âOh shit. Oh shit oh shit oh shit- youâre t-too-â
âGreat going, virgin.â
âShut up-â Choso grits through clenched teeth, desperately trying to heave his breaths back into some semblance of normalcy. Failing, once you immediately reach over and tug his sweatpants down-
He was cumming and cumming so much that youâre met with a white, streaming wet mess that gleams down both of Chosoâs meaty thighs. Theyâre shivering with each ribbony string of seed that oozes down his long limbs, âO-oh, so pretty, Cho.â
âOho? Sheâs an interesting one.â
âI-I knowâŠâ
And youâre not just talking about his orgasm.
Because when youâd imagined - on those long, lonely nights - that your best friend would be bigâŠyou didnât expect that heâd be big.Â
Damn near ten- no, maybe even eleven inches of fat, hot girth that swelled his mushroomy tip to be as cutely pink as a strawberry and just as thick.Â
Your mouth waters as you follow the winding lightning patterns of his puffy veins, oh-so-prominently bloated that you swear you could count every throb-throb-throb.Â
And what- what was that?
No, you werenât imagining it. Choso Kamo had a tiny studded Prince Albertâs piercing right near the tip-top of his bulging cockhead. Cold and sparkling underneath the dim bedroom lighting.Â
Mindlessly, youâre darting over to swipe one of your thumbs across a creamy bead of cum thatâd started drenching his dark happy trail.
âO-oh.â Choso grunts at the look on your gorgeous face once heâs letting his chubby balls twitch nâ soak your skin with yet another splurging streak of seed. Again. Just from you touching him. âNo oneâs ever touched me like this- fuck!â
And you just had to find out whether he tasted as sweet as he looked.
Planting your mouth over his juice-capped head with a wet plop! you hum with utter delight at the caramel salted taste of him. Aching and pulsing underneath his piercing with just the tiniest kitten lick to his leaking orifice.Â
âDo it, boy.â
âWh-what?â
âDo it. Iâm inside your mind, do it.â
And Choso really wouldnât have considered being that rude - really.Â
He really, really wanted to take his time slow nâ sultry with the one person whoâs been the girl of his dreams from the moment he met you.
But fuck- Venom was jerking his body so that with the slightest rock, heâs rutting like a fucking animal deep inside the hot cavern of your mouth. Staining a milky white lipgloss around your plumpened lips, pushing his seed insideâ
Venom wanted to see you choke.
âM-mmpfâ!â And you canât lie about the way the sheer force and heady musk of Chosoâs v-line made your thighs squeeze.
âThatâs it- cry. Cry on my cock- atta girl.â
âFuck! Iâm sorry-â Heâs panicking from above as your pretty nose detaches from the curly black tuft of hair at his toned pelvis. âIâm sorry Iâm sorry, baby. Are you-â
OnlyâŠfor all his concerned apologies to shrivel up on Chosoâs tongue when he catches the way youâre smiling.Â
Cockdrunk and stinging at the back of your throat with the way that Venom had actually elongated Chosoâs already-massive cock just a few more centimeters by accident. Oh, fuckâŠ
The hazed look thatâd crept into your eyes as you look up makes the towering man shiver. Striking him to his very cock, âCâmon- fuck me, Cho.â
âCâmon. Donât wanna disappoint the pretty girl.â
Choso doesnât even remember getting rid of his undershirt, his sweatpants, everything but his silver rings and necklace - but what he does remember is the way your eyes had widened just the slightest fraction as you took in all of him.
Shit, was he sculpted by the Greek gods or what?
You could count every one of his eight, toned washboard abs - making the broad width of his pecs look so thick. So engulfing as they tense nâ ripple once your best friend slouches sexily on top of you to pull off your cotton t-shirt.
âOh.â Heâs gasping- youâre not wearing a bra. Completely naked underneath him except for the lecherous remnants of your torn panties still hanging on.Â
Ones that he keeps on - even when you try to shuffle them down with a whine - once heâs flipping the two of you over to let you straddle his slenderly sculptured hips.Â
âKeh- this position.â
âShut up and watch.â
Blushing and pretty.
Chosoâs teary lashes knock against the apples of his cheeks as he blinks furiously up at you, throat scratchily raw. Gulping more of your scent, âR-ride me, baby.â
âChoââ Youâre sliding the mounds of your ass gingerly against his aching hot length, shudders skittering down your spine at the sheer size of him pressing up into you. âY-youâre so big, though- donât know if itâll fit.â
âIâll make it fit-â
âA-am I actually that big?â Heâs whispering, in awe. Watching with damply bated breath as heâs spanking his cock against your right ass cheek with a wet smack! smack! smack!
Pointing that curved, bulbous tip right between your pussylips and sliiiiiding it up nâ down so that youâre coating him in all your sweet juices, Chosoâs guiding his girth until your hole was quivering for something - anything.Â
Him him him.Â
Panting at the first squeeze of his reddened, blushing tip- âOh, you feel like th-this?â His pitched voice wavers almost as much as his heavy eyelids, falling apart with just that first taste of your perfect cunt. âFuh-fuuuuuck fuck fuck fuck! Baby- you feel like this?â
This was heaven.
And heâs spurting out a few stray wads of cum just from feeling your velvety walls, letting it thwack! against your goopy innards nâ stick to your trembling folds.Â
âYou got it- you got it.â Chosoâs voicebox cracks with a lilâ whimper at that snug resistance, âYou can take it- you can take it. Iâll make it fit.â
âOh- oh my god- Choso- Choâ!â
âSâit too biiig for my girl, hmm?â Croaking out in unison with the aged bedcoils of your mattress, each and every time Choso jerks his hips off the bed and pushes. Just to fit in. âBaby-â Choso gasps as you throw your head back with a mewl at the sheer size of him.
His painfully-aching cock was so big that just the stoutest inch being bullied inside was enough to make your vision blotch with white. Rounded circumference stretching nâ stretching your slick-flooded walls stupid- âIâm sorry, baby- sorry sâbig. But youâre my girl- my girl can take it- you canâŠyou can take it.â
Itâs inch by overlarge inch.
Chosoâs scraping his way down your walls so sensually that you could feel your fuzzy brain sparking every time one of his prominent veins was draaaagging a zig-zagging pattern along.
Curled toes twitching with each passing second, âS-sâit almost all the way in, babyâ?â
âMhmââ And youâre just letting out the cutest cry once he finally eases himself all the way in, practically impaling you. Head throwing back, tits bouncing, cunt overspilling.Â
âHmmmâŠmaybe this position isnât so bad.â
Choso didnât disagree, but it took every single shred of rationality left inside of him to push back Venomâs rasping voice and wrench out a desperate thrust. Allll the way from the globular ends of his ruby-red tip till your sensitive pussy tickled against his soaked-through happy trail.
Tenderly caressing your palm down his hardened front, âI-itâs inâ?â Your hitched tone makes his eyes roll back, and yet- and yet, heâs fighting to bring them back down nâ watch your gaped bounces back into his sloppy pace. âItâs in. O-oh my god, c-can feel you all the way in hck! here.â
Heâs just so big.
And youâre swearing that Choso only fattens himself even bigger, fatter, wider once you slide your hand about halfway up your tummy. Feeling for that one spot he was bruisinâ right into your spongy cervix.
Biting his lip not to cum again, âYeah-â Youâre jostled ever-so-slightly on top of him as heâs sucking in a deeeep breath, âYeah yeah yeah- you got it. Y-you better take all of it hngh! Take every. Single. Inch.â
Every vein, every sliding ridge, every throb that was bucked into your readily-awaiting entrance- Choso wasnât just mazing open your cunt-Â
He was spearheading you with such thorough thrusts that made your back curve backwards just so.
âTch- Iâd fuck her even better.â
âNo you w-wouldnât.â
Lazily weaving tendrils start tickling your outer pussy, threatening to slip nâ slide their greedy way past your lips. âIs that a challenge? Summon Venom, if you dare.â
âWhatâs he saying, Cho?â You coo, tear-shimmered lashes blinking adorably down at his internal argument. And as if he could ever say no to you - hell, the response is dripping from his tongue before he even realizes it.
Grouching out, though he couldnât deny the way his own cock was jolting at the very idea- âH-he wants a try, tooâŠsays heâll be even better.â
A cockdrunk smile plasters itself onto your face- âProve it.â
And you were right in your prediction - Venom didnât just make Choso meaner, it made him bigger.Â
So big, in fact, that the bawling tip gently kissinâ your g-spot was instantaneously skidding past to give your cervix a longer, harsher probe.Â
So hard that youâre sure thereâs now a permanent crater of his exact meaty circumference. And youâre being filled with the distinct feeling that Venom couldâve gone bigger - he just didnât want to break youâŠyet.Â
Draping across his oversized pectorals, youâre nothing against his over eight foot height. âY-youâŠâ
Those slimy raven molasses covering his half-fucked face once more to form a rude Cheshire-cat smile. âMe.â Planting an Earth-shattering, mind-numbing ram youâre feeling all the way in your lungs, his pulsing length is so widely thick that Venom has to bite down on his lips and manhandle you for his thrusts to move to and fro. âI am inside your pussy, greedy girl. Me.â
Flicking his dexterous shaft to brush your tingling g-spot, heâs using his powers so much that you could almost feel yourself bonding with the symbiote, with Choso.
âI know every inch, nerve, and spot inside of you. I can make you scream-â Coiling mass contracting to barrel your elastic walls even wider, youâre rightfully crying out at the way he molds himself deliciously into your very walls.Â
âNghhh- fuck! Fuck, y-youâre in sooo deep-â
Stealing your sweetened scent, making him heated. âHmmm, kiss me.â
But that didnât mean that your best friend- yourâŠChoso was going down that easy.
In a few more brushstrokes of his ravaging cock against your softest spot - before you can kiss him - Chosoâs blinking back the cobwebs of his symbiote so that his face spies out. Only the lower half of his body - his length - partially-coveredâ
âKeh- annoying.â
âShouldâve- shouldâve done this sooner-â He hisses out through a narrowed pant, flecks of spittle flying angrily across the non-existent space between your two faces. â-done this muuuuch sooner- you h-have no idea.â
âO-oh nghhh fuck fuck fuckââ The backs of your thighs ache after every slamming pap! youâre bouncing back into his swervinâ hips.Â
Pounding away like he was crazed, every jackhammer only makes Choso grow more feral. Every swab of his prolonged cock inside your silken pussy feral-
His rummaging, fat-tipped shaft was so large that you could feel the way his ridged cockhead scraped your cervix with his studded Prince Albertâs, roaming like a searchlight to spot your most favorite angles.
Eyeliner practically staining down his cheeks now, âShouldâve fuh-fucked you the moment I ngh- met you. Shouldâve fucked you r-right there on the lecture table in front of everyone- sh-shouldâveââ Youâre squealing once his doughy, ringed fingertips dart down to toy with that pretty lilâ clit of yours. â-shouldâve let her drive me hck! crazy sooner, baby.â
Oh, he was babbling.Â
Cooing, you slither one of your hands through the dampened valleys of his dark hair, âAwwwâ d-drivinâ you crazy, Choâ?â
âYes.â Heâs seething, heâs heaving. Saturated pheromones driving him mad, he canât help but flop his pierced tongue across your lips and suck. âS-sânot even that damn parasite anymore-â
Pace growing sloppier by the minute, barely even noticing when those same digits coddling your clit had started to twist and turn in shape. Overtaken by Venom and his meeeean tendrils that alternate between dragging on your overstimulated clit and slipping insideâŠ
âSh-shitâ Venom?â
âSayinâ another manâs name when I-Iâm here- nghââ Chosoâs nosebridge crinkles as he teases you, watery honeypool eyes dropping down to where your glossy hole was swallowing him whole.Â
Mouth falling into an ah! at the way Venomâs wisping vines were still wrapped snugly to smooch your walls wiiiide open. And fuck- fuck, the sight. The sight of you bulging with all of his staggering cock still taking in more, more, more of him.
âI seeâŠâ Heâs giggling - giggling, glassy eyes boring dead-on up at you through his curtained bangs and oh- they were shaped into hearts. Baritone voice rasping as one of his veins itches your walls, snagging past your underwear. âGreedy girl.â
Itâs almost as if you didnât know whether it was Choso or Venom taking over now, only fucked dumb with every sharp jut. Both his cock- his tentacle-like strands spreading you open, targeting your g-spot over nâ over with his plummy, split-ended tip.Â
Digging inside, scouring so wetly.
Spread twice as open that the squelch! squelch! squelch! of it resonating each nanosecond was quickly becoming Chosoâs favorite song.Â
You were damn near shattered.
âI-Iâm so close-â Youâre hiccuping through your salty tears, brows scrunching at the stormy wave of bliss that was surely oncoming. â-f-fuck! Choso mâgonna cum.â
âFuck- fuck, mânot gonna last eitherââ His response comes out guttural, and itâs just so sexy the way that heâs forced to gnaw on the strawberry gummy texture of the inside of his cheeks to stop himself from filling you up right then and there.Â
Tender, aching balls squeezing dangerously before-
âBreed her.â Venomâs voice thunders out enough for the both of you to hear, excitement spiking down your spine and straight to where your pussy was drooling. âI know you want to. I know you both want it.â
Shocked, Choso sounds as if he could still barely even believe this was all real. âI-is that true, baby?â Tentatively craning you over to drag his lips softly against yours, âCan I reallyâŠinsideâŠmy girl?â
âMhmâ please- please, I wanâ it all insideâ!âÂ
âG-get ready.âÂ
The plush, cushy tip of his cock outlines a water-logged line straight down your cervix as Choso leans further into the bed. Feet planting down flatly so that he can pressurize his powerful, inhuman hips to thrust-
âSheâs about t-to be full- so full.â You can feel such pangs of desire as his teeth pull back into a primal snarl, tear-glinted eyes locked permanently where his red, swollen cock was disappearing between your legs. âSo full that you wonât even remember what it ngh- feels like w-without me stuffed inside this cunt.â
Squirming with a yearning for sweet, sweet release once he hovers a fingertip over to about halfway up your tummy and draws an invisible line there.
âH-here.â Deepening it with the pressure of his rude digits, Chosoâs right hand still rolls over your clit with a few shapes of hearts. Once. Twice. Thrice. âGet ready hereââ
Whining, âIâm- Iâm gonna-â
Before Venomâs slimy tendrils pinch it once more and youâre cumming- and so is he.Â
But Choso doesnât even realize it - doesnât even remember to breathe the very moment youâre creaming all down his pummeling cock. Such cute twitches taking over your body as you shut your eyes and riiiide it all out.Â
Using his sloppily saturated shaft like a dart that was pokinâ the bullseye of your pussy again and again. Every brushing skid straight across slapping your g-spot repeatedly to drag out your high with a squeeeelch.
And Chosoâs licking his lips at the glossy lathering that glued to your folds, then - and only then - catching sight of the dollops of creamy white that was frothing out of your glistening entrance.Â
Thick and hot.Â
Every splat! of his ribbony sap hits the back of your pussy like heavily condensed cream, swashing inside of you like a sizzling second skin. It feels so filthy to have his mess beading down your walls and forming such a soaking ring âround his bulky hilt.Â
Your meaty folds spread to smear the puddle that was forming up his happy trail, âYou- you feel so good inside.â
âO-oh-â Almost thankful as Venomâs dark strands push aside your torn, sullied panties further for his host to take a better look. Blushing all the way to the tattoos across his nosebridge, âAâŠa creampie.âÂ
Heâd cum- heâd really, really cum - inside of you. Pressing down on the prettily jiggling tummy bulge he was fucking into you- and itâs enough to make you scream. âWant more.â
And youâre just tapering off from your own orgasm, eardrums nearly popped yet still managing to register those words. Clenching, âWh-what? Will it- hngh- even fit, Choso?â
âNo- nononono it will- it will.â Urgent, rapidly heâs flipping the two of you immediately over to hover on top of you and rut- like an animal.Â
Youâre gasping once your head plops down on the soft mattress, heels struggling to cling onto Chosoâs sweat-laminated hips until heâs trekking his beefy arms underneath and hauling them over his shoulders. Bending, bending, bending into aâ
Oh, a mating press.Â
He had you manhandled like some lawnchair into a mating press. The sloppiest of its kind, heâs using Venomâs tendrils to lock your ankles together in just two blinks of his eye.
âI can make it fitââ Growling through the tiniest gaps of his grit pearly whites, he kisses his forehead to yours and inhales that sweet scent of yours still permeating the heady air. The chilly heard pendant of his necklace hits the front of your chin and makes you keen. Rough, rugged through punctuating rams, âI will- I will I will- itâll fit- It will.â
Shivering and shuddering.Â
He struggles to even focus his eyesight on you properly - and Chosoâs heated maw droooops at the deafening squelch! your pussy pushes out once he sinks all the way back in.
A thick capping of white syrup rising all the way to the top once his massive girth once more fills out your every nook and cranny. Heâs still so ravenous that the sight down there is enough to make his mouth water.Â
And this position, this angle made Chosoâs elongated shaft lean into your g-spot so bruisingly that with only a few more strokes youâre cumming again.Â
Fleeting, and faster than you both know it.
Itâs only once Choso sniffs at the air and grins that he realizes the rapidly pulsing ba-dumpâ! of your velveteen walls was because youâre beinâ his good girl and cumming once more.Â
Heavy breeder balls striking the treacly slope of your cunt until they were raw and red - youâre sure that the both of you are bruised everywhere. His thighs on your own, your ass on his pelvis, you canât even wriggle your ankles free because Venomâs keeping a firm grip on them.
Rendering you at the full mercy of Chosoâs thrashes dragging out your high, âP-please- fuck- it just f-feels too good, Cho-!â
âSâgood- sâgood-â Heâs flushing out in something that looks like a mix of relief and need. No sooner milking himself on your tightly clenched pussy until youâre being filled all over again.
This time with white, wispy ropes of seed that ache his sensitive shaft to spray out, still coating your gummy walls with viscid layers upon layers. So much.
âSo good fâme- so good. Look how much sh-sheâs ngh- suckinâ in, sooooo full and- and warmâŠâ He was practically twitching right now, trembling. âJusâ look at that greedy girl.â
You couldnât even be moved without feeling all its wads splosh inside of you.
And he still wanted more.Â
Yelping, your legs struggle to shut once his sloppy cadence turns even sloppier. Lazier.Â
âO-one more-â Chosoâs puffing out in a clouded pant, âKeep- keep those pretty legs hck! open fâme- I beg. Mâbegging- take it, baby.â
Vein-covered forearms placing attractively upon either side of your head to lace right on top of your crowned scalp and push- Weaving wines of the symbiote winding down to furiously pump his cock.
To bloat himself up oh-so-thick straight after two whole orgasms, flying up and down up and down up and down to make his cherry-red divot start weeping once more. âOne more- one more.â
âNghh fuck fuck- Chosoâ!â Your lower lip wobbles cutely at the carnal glissade of his washboard abs down your own front, he was so strong that you could count every flex and ripple. âS-shooo sensitive-â Eyes shuttering tearfully, you can only jerk your hips up weakly. â-so much. Too much.â
âNever too much.â
Venomâs voice speaks up from somewhere, and youâre feeling the snaking, slimy journey of his tendrils twistinâ around your tits to grope. A greedy handful that teases your hardened nipples soâ
âLess talking. More fucking.â
âW-woah-â Choso breathes at the sight before him. You were ruined in only ways heâd seen in his wettest dreams - and itâs not like he was doing any better. Because the way your hips were movingâŠâB-birthing hips- look at h-her take that big fuckinâ cock. So pretty- so pretty so pretty so pretty.â
Youâre so overstimulated that even the slightest brush of his lightning bolted veins makes you gasp- tears springing up to your eyes. âF-feels soâŠoh.â So good, his stamina was maddening.Â
âYeah? Yeahhh? Sâall for you- only for you-â Purposefully pressing up close so that your poor clit gets rubbed over by that patch of tawny brown at the base of his abs.Â
And by now, even Chosoâs swivellinâ cold piercing was molten hot and drawing wet slides of cum across your walls. Fervently.Â
He was fucking you like he couldnât get enough - would never possibly be able to get enough. Every thrust had him pushing you down once more after the papping recoil, gliding your feverishly sweat-slicked bodies against each other because Choso couldnât bear to part. âOnly for you only for you only for you-â
So gone that he almost doesnât even register Venomâs deep tone muttering in his earâ âThree.â
Every heated bang of his mushroomy tip plummeting to the back of your overspilling cunt was meant to milk himself. Over and over, heâs tempting out just one more orgasm - just one more to fill you up with more cream. âTwo.â
And in your rambling stupor, youâre being drilled into the mattress so spellbound that you donât even notice the way your unfastened mouth nibbles on Chosoâs sexy silver necklace.Â
âOne.â
Gnawing on for dear life as you squirt.
âOh.â
Simply spraying him with a voluminous heap of your sweet, sappy juices - Choso has the mindless audacity to crane his head even further downwards and catch whatever stray remnants hit his awaiting maw.
âF-fuckâŠâ You feel like youâve just been put through ten thousand wringers and milked dry from your poor, tingling core. Gushing and gushing- itâs almost embarrassing how much youâre leaking around Chosoâs meaty base.Â
Well, embarrassing for everyone but ChosoâŠand Venom.
He was mesmerized - he was hypnotized. A glistening few droplets of pussydrunken drool slipping from the corner of his mouth as he just watched himself get drenched in all your torrential orgasm whilst he emptied out for the third- fourth, fuck he doesnât even know - inside you.
Raw, and messy - milking himself until heâs hitting a damn dry orgasm.Â
âO-oh.â Choso doesnât even know what to fucking say above your cutely trilling mewls, every languid pump of his flinching cock sending massive shockwaves through both of you. He blushes, âOh.â
âThat was fun. Now, make her yours or I will.â Venom grumbles, the symbiote already starting to take over Chosoâs body with its blackened mass.Â
And the man jolts- remembering all at once that this was you you you underneath him. Thumb absent-mindedly reaching down to write his last name over the mess spurted across your tummy.Â
You, who heâs wanted all his life-Â
âM-marry me, my girl.â
The smile that breaks across your face is one heâll remember for eons.Â
âI love you, too, Choââ Youâre purring, tucking one of the mahogany strands plastered onto his forehead behind his ear.Â
âI love you.â Heâs bursting out at once- rose-pink lips wobbly and wet against your own. Heâs kissing you like he needed you to breathe, âI love you- oh, how I love you.â
âSatisfying. But we need more.âÂ
âDammit.â
And Venom doesnât care - Venom cackles to himself as he seethes in yet another gust of your honey-dipped scent and pulls out. The sensitivity startling through your body is so shocking that heâs shooting out a dark web that attaches your hips to the bed. Unmoving.Â
But, of course, he takes his leisurely time to stroll near the edge of your bed. Monstrously hulking over it to sweep apart your bloated pussylips and watch the way Chosoâs cum driiiiips out.
Now completely encompassing his bodyâ âA three course meal. Yum.â
He was far from done.
Youâre sobbing at the sloooooow draaaag of his glistening, large tastebuds down your weeping hole. Unapologetic and primal. âF-fuck! Your staminaâŠâ It was truly monstrous just how pent-up that he was right now, being pushed off by your new boyfriend- fiancĂ©? for so long now. Â
Holding you tight with a few tendrils âround your waist to keep you from runningâ
âWeâre going to keep this one.â His long, venomous teeth sink into your inner-thigh, not toxic to you. Not at all, but claiming; and the feeling was as good as cumming again. âYouâre ours now, pretty girl.â
A/N. RAHHH I TOLD YâALL IâD DO IT MWAHAHAHAH-
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oh my god iâm in love with this absolute bean! the phrases were so smoothly incorporated & i loved every single bit! sero really needs some more love đ„°
It was embarassing enough that you got catfished on your first date in years. It was even more embarassing that the same Uber driver who dropped you off was the one that picked you up only a few minutes later. At least he was nice enough to buy you ice cream.
pairing â¶ sero hanta/ gn! reader
word count â¶ 4.1k+ words
warnings â¶ creepy old men, lightning mcqueen crocs, awkward situations, suggestive commentary
a/n â¶ i did it. 23 phrases that were either chaotic, cute, or both. if ur confused, for my 4k follower event i asked some of my followers to send me phrases i HAD to use in this fic. and some of the phrases yâall gave me were NOT intended for what they were supposed to be used for đ bolded words are the phrases. also i actually did put all of your character suggestions in a random wheel generator and i got,,, sero đ but literally no one is suprised. this was actually based off a tiktok by @/amrcgrldoll btw hope she never finds this
â¶ playlist; sober by childish gambino, plus by peach tree rascals, skin by dijon, cadillac by miguel
Truthfully, you werenât really the type of person to do Tinder dates. In fact, you were pretty sure the whole thing was a scam. But you were bored, had the Saturday free, and was desperately craving any type of human affection away that didnât involve your insane roommates.
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The Council Groupchat
mina â°
thinking about how this is the first time IâM home alone and y/nâs on a date⊠am i getting uglier?? be honest guys was dying my hair pink not the move??
jirou â«
YOU WERE THE ONE THAT TOLD THEM TO CATCH A DICK
uraraka âïž
anna oop-
momo âż
And I oop
mina â°
heart been broke so many times đ€ & g t ; : 3
you âĄ
i hate you all
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Sighing, you frowned at yourself in your phone camera, fixing your hair with what little light someone could access in the back of an Uber. Sure, you havenât been on a proper date in years, and half of your friends were engaged or even married, but it wasnât like you were lonely. You were lucky to be surrounded by wonderful people. It was justâŠ
Bored. You were just bored, and that was all.
âYou can turn on the light, you know,â your Uber driver chuckled as he saw you struggling in the dark. Embarrassed, you mumbled a small thanks before turning on the back light.
What a nice guy, you think, as you ponder back to his profile.
Sero Hanta. Four and a half stars, didnât try to make awkward conversation, had a phone charger, and a solid music taste. You were pretty much sold at the no conversation review, everything else was a lovely bonus.
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i already wrote the whole entire fic in my head and now?? i must?? type it up in a document??? using words??? and EDIT it of all fucking things???
i cannot work under these conditions
this is the kind of shit that makes me delusional. yes, i could be a bottle girl. and absolutely, a filthy rich and drop dead gorgeous man would pick me out of everyone in the clerb.
obviously.
To love me better
Tags: Yakuza Lord!Sukuna x fem!Reader, american!Reader, forced/arranged marriage, dark romance trope, dead dove, age gap romance (reader is around 21-22, Sukuna is 37) heavy dacryphilia, finger sucking, use of âgood girlâ, use of pet names, Sukuna is his own warning.
Synopsis: Yakuza Lord!Sukuna owns all of entertainment district. Youâre trying to work to put yourself through law school. He has a proposition for you, and you have one for him.
An: I fear that I was going to explode if I didnât write this. Iâve been in a not good headspace. Blah blah blah school sucks blah blah work sucks blah everything sucks. Iâm sorry if this sucks too. Edit - I forgot to mention that this will be a multi-part fic.
*art creds for sukuna image goes to @.maru6 here on tumblr
Nothing in this life comes for free.
Your father taught you from a very early age to never take handouts from anyone because theyâll always benefit the other person more. He was an immigrant to Japan, and he worked hard for every yen he made.
He instilled that same work ethic in you.
After being hurt on the job from working in a poor environment, your father became very ill. He couldnât move around as much. Sitting up out of bed made him feel winded. He slowly withered away into a shell of the man who once raised you.
Your mom was long gone. She couldnât help out, nor did she even want to.
All you were left with was a pile of debt and utter rage. Had your father not been taken advantage of by greedy corporate conglomerates, he would still be here today.
It inspired you to want to go to law school. Your dad shouldâve received a hefty settlement check for what he endured from his workplace conditions. The money wouldnât have solved everything, but it wouldâve alleviated some of the stress your dad dealt with in his final days.
Youâll never forget how hoarse his voice sounded while he was on the phone with different agencies, trying to sue that place who forced him into an early grave.
Youâll never forgive them for stealing your dad away.
If you were more ambitious, youâd work to try to change the system entirely, but you knew that wasnât your fight to face. You wanted to help the already disadvantaged families who were facing injustices beyond their control.
So, you started law school. You were smart enough for it. You had the heart. You just didnât have a special last name to fund your college tuition. You were a first generation Japanese American in the family. While both your parents were born in America, you were born in Japan, but you were still an outsider.
You were never properly indoctrinated in the culture. Sure, you knew the basics. You knew proper etiquette and appropriate behaviors to live in Japan, but you didnât understand the layers of how society operated. It was as if you were never assimilated into society as a Japanese citizen.
Your dad wasnât born here, so he never could explain to you how your last name means everything in this town.
Despite it all, youâd become a lawyer even if you had to bury yourself into debt to do it. Youâd work to put yourself through college. Youâd do it and bear a smile on your face because you donât take fucking handouts.
That lead you to becoming a bottle girl at one of the most exclusive clubs in the entertainment district: Malevolent Mass.
The manager said you had the right look, whatever that means. It didnât matter. He hired you on the spot despite your lack of a substantial last name.
This would be fine. Youâd work at night on the weekends and put yourself through school during the day, and youâd keep it a secret from your school, knowing you could lose your position in the prestigious school.
It was a perfect plan, right?
Yes, it was perfect.
Customers seemed to love your polite attitude and warm hospitality. You had quickly made a name for yourself in the few short nights you had worked there.
It was only your second weekend, and your section was full. It was almost comprised entirely of men and their gold digger wives, but you got use to the sexual comments and predatory smiles.
The environment was heavily secured. When you were hired, the managers made sure to show you where security was posted up at every dark corner. They also showed you where cameras were located and assured you that not anyone could just walk into Malevolent Mass.
However, you were well aware that the most dangerous people often worse suits and golden Rolexâs.
It was a busy Friday night. You had already shotgunned two 5 Hour Energy drinks, and you had been steadily sipping on a Monster throughout your shift. You had been in classes all day, and you were scheduled to work until close at 4am.
âCherry, can we get another round of champagnes?â a sleazy voice pipes up, calling you by your codename. The club was so security driven that they gave all the bottle girls codenames to protect their identities.
âYes sir,â you respond with an entirely fake bright smile. Your buzzed customers couldnât tell the difference especially with the low lighting and bass boosted music.
As you walked over towards the bar, your eyes fall onto another table. A man was leaned back with his hands behind his head. He looked entirely relaxed as a girl was bent over your lap.
A crease formed between your eyebrows. They couldnât be serious, right? Malevolent Mass had a whole downstairs portion dedicated to public sexual acts and other deviant kinks. Why the fuck were they doing that in the normal club area?
As you took a step further, ready to confront them, you realized that the girl was positioned oddly. She wasnât angled towards his crotch, instead she was hovering over his thigh.
Thatâs when you noticed she had a rolled up 10,000 yen note, and she was snorting a white powdery substance off the manâs thigh.
Holy fuck, you were in over your head.
Stumbling back towards the bar, you felt your head start to spin a little. It was probably due to fact youâd only consumed energy drinks in the past 12 hours.
âGirl. You donât look too good,â the bartender, Yorozu, said as she guided you to take a seat. âAre you okay?â she asked cautiously. Compared to the other bottle girls and dancers, Yorozu was the closest thing you had to a friend in this establishment.
âIâm fine,â you quietly replied, shaking your head. It was just drugs. You needed to take a chill pill. Itâs not like people go to clubs like this just for some liquid courage.
Yorozu put a glass of water in front of you anyways, not quite believing your words. âHere. I promise you get used to it all,â she offered with a kind smile.
You gave her an appreciative smile as you took a sip of the water. Your hand was trembling, and you realized you had been sweating.
The water felt nice, and you inwardly warded off energy drinks for the rest of the night. It wasnât worth feeling like a panicky mess.
âI need another bottle of Dom Prignon for booth 12,â you said as you looked back up towards Yorozu. She nodded and walked towards the back to retrieve the bottle of too expensive champagne.
While she was gone, you took a deep breath and looked around towards the security posts. It felt like a small safety blanket in a place like this. Finishing your glass of water, you felt infinitely better as she returned with the bottle.
âHere you are! Let me know if you need anything else, and seriously, donât feel bad for reacting that way. Itâs a bit of a culture shock for everyone during their first few nights,â she assured you as she handed you the bottle.
âThanks, I appreciate you,â you replied with a genuine smile. Yorozu had a nice energy to her like you felt like you could get close to her one day. A girl friend would be nice to have in a place like this.
As you walked back over to your section, your lips curled into a frown as empty seats filled your eyes. Had they gotten tired of waiting and abandoned your section?
You felt disappointed as you looked around for your customers. They were nowhere to be found, but one silhouette remained in the very back corner.
âDid you bring that bottle for me? How sweet. Too bad I donât drink,â a deep gravely voice spoke up with a hint of condescension and pure predatory prowess.
You hesitate as it feels like the air in the club shifts simply from this manâs presence alone.
âYou donât drink..?â your voice is uneasy. You feel off balance while interacting with the man tucked away in a dark corner.
âNo,â the stranger replied, and he leaned forward a bit, propping his elbows on his knees as his eyes were staring straight at you. âDonât be shy, girl. Come closer. I wonât biteâŠâ the condescension in his voice tells you otherwise.
You swallow thickly before slowly taking a few steps closer. As you approached him, you were able to see him in all of his glory. The breath is completely sucked from your lungs as youâre able to finally get a good look at him.
He wore a white button-up top with black slacks that really didnât leave much for the imagination. His sleeves weee rolled up to his elbows, showing off tattoos on his arms.
His face was hauntingly alluring. His tattoos also went up to his face. He had intricate lines under his cheeks that stretched down to his chin. His hair was a natural light rosy color that was pushed up from his forehead. It looked effortless and messy, unlike most business men who rely way too heavily on hair gel.
His eyes were a soft crimson color that looked like blood that had been spilled. A jarring scar slashed over his left eye, but it wasnât ugly by any means. No, this man held a god-like status when it came to looks. However, his energy felt nothing short of daunting and corrupt.
âWho comes to a club to not drink?â you ask nervously, having to fill the eerie silence with something. It felt like you were suffocating in this manâs presence.
A rugged chuckle leaves his lips, and he tilts his head back slightly. It feels like his laugh sticks to you, making you relax and tense back up all at the same time. You can feel every yen heâs worth with each chuckle.
âIf you must know, I come here for a⊠different sort of entertainment,â he says as his lips curled into a smirk. His eyes unabashedly roam your body â twice before he meets your gaze again.
âOh, thatâs downstairs,â you reply as you feel relieved. This man was just in the wrong section. Surely, youâd guide him to where he needed to go, and youâd be free from whatever kind of verbal hostage situation this was.
âIâm content with where Iâm at,â he says with a sort of finality that leaves little room for argument. âCome closer, doll.â
His arm props up on the back of the curved booth, and his legs part into that sort of manspread position where he takes up a good portion of the booth with his massive size.
âI-â
The man pulls a clip of money from his suit, and he makes a show out of flipping through the money before he lays six 10,000 yen notes on the table.
What the hell.
â60,000 yen for you to shut up and come closer,â he says in a voice that lacks the faux kindness he was putting on earlier.
Every survival instinct in your body was telling you to run, but your brain was telling you that 60,000 yen was enough to cover your student housing and for a train pass for a month.
You slowly inch closer, your heels not even lifting from the ground.
The man gives you an amused look as he raises an eyebrow at you. âHow much for you to sit on my lap?â
âI-Iâm not a dancer..â you reply sheepishly, wondering if he thought you were one of the performers for the club.
âGood thing Iâm not asking you to dance, doll. Iâm asking you to sit in my lap,â His lips curl into a feline grin. Heâs enjoying toying with you like this. âSo, Iâll ask only one more time. How much?â
Your heart is pounding against the confines of your ribcage. It felt like you had a little angel on your shoulder telling you that selling this man your time will only further escalate, but the little devil on your other shoulder was telling you to milk him for whatever he was willing to give.
You stayed silent for a few minutes, calculating what a whole monthâs expenses would cost you along with the 60,000 yen you already made.
â90,000 yen,â you sheepishly murmur, bracing yourself for him to yell at you for even suggesting such a high number.
There was a beat of silence before the sound of more money being unfolded was heard. He chuckled as he placed down nine more 10,000 yen notes.
âLook at you being all cute while asking for money from me,â he teased, resting his back against the back of the booth. His hand patted his thigh, signaling for you to take a seat.
âIâm not askingâ You offered!â you protested, feeling a bit defensive that he would suggest that you just asked him for money.
âDonât take such a whiny tone with me, doll. Iâm only teasing you,â he says as he gestures to his lap yet again. âSit.â
You bite your bottom lip as you look down towards his lap. You were really about to sit on this strangerâs lap for money⊠If your dad could see you now, heâd probably disown you.
Good thing he isnât here.
You slowly walked over towards him, and you carefully take a seat on one of his thighs, planting your feet firmly on the ground so youâre slightly hovering. You need to be able to get away from him at a momentâs notice.
A strong hand slowly snaked up your back, towards your hair, and you tensed up quickly. The stranger wrapped his hand around the back of your neck.
âIf I have to tell you again, Iâm taking back my money. Sit,â he viciously growled in your ear.
You were already this far in. You should see this through. This club is safe. You were sure of it.
As you slowly allowed yourself to prop your full weight across his lap, your eyes scan around the club, looking at the security points. None of the men would even glance in your direction as if they were purposefully ignoring your section.
What did you just get yourself into?
âSee? Was that so hard?â he taunted as his hand slowly dropped down to clasp around your hip. âWhy is an angel like you in a club like this?â
Everything in you told you not to answer that question. As soon as he knew your weakness, heâd definitely use it to his advantage, but he probably already knew money was a good motivator for you.
âI didnât know there was a no angel policy,â you say, trying to remain casual as you flash him a small smile.
A deep chuckle erupts from his chest. He appreciates you trying to use humor to deflect. Clever girl.
âI suppose youâre right,â he rolls his head to the side, cracking his neck from both sides. The sound of bones popping causes a shudder to go through your body. This man was good at giving a false sense of security. âBut angels donât last long in a place like this. It would be a pity to see you be ruined.â
His other hand firmly rested against your thigh, right above your knee. He gives your leg a light squeeze. âTell me your name, doll.â
âCherry,â You respond without missing a beat, giving your code name instead of your real name.
âYou donât know who I am, do you?â he asks, allowing his fingertips to glide against the exposed skin of your thigh. Your breath picks up in speed, noticing heâs getting more bold with touching you.
âAm I suppose to?â you ask, genuinely curious if this man was some big shot that you were suppose to know.
You very rarely kept up with politics, only knowing major crime names from your law classes, and you definitely didnât keep up with conglomerates. This man wouldnât be the first millionaire to walk through the doors of Malevolent Mass, and he wouldnât be the last.
Another deep raspy chuckle escapes him. âNo, I actually find it quite cute you donât know who youâre dealing with.â
His hand slithered up your back once again, and this time he grabbed a fistful of your head, tugging your head back to look up at him. A gasp slips past your lips as your eyes meet his crimson ones.
âTell me a secret, cherry,â he hisses your codename like itâs disgraceful on his tongue. âDo you belong here?â
You think to try to get up from his lap, but his other arm has worked to secure you to him tightly. The security men arenât even glancing in your direction. No one would hear you over the music blasting if you tried to scream, and if this man was as important as his inflated ego suggested, no one would likely even help you.
Youâve done everything thus far to get out from underneath the rich manâs thumb, but it feels like every time you take one step forward, something pushed two steps back.
Do you belong anywhere? No where feels like home after your dad passed. Tears stung into your eyes. Why were you thinking of him at a time like this? He canât save you now.
The manâs lips twitched into a smirk as he saw the tears building in your eyes. That alone was confirmation enough. You didnât belong here at all.
His other hand reaches up to your face, and he gently strokes your cheek â a contrast to how tightly he was holding your hair. âSuch a pretty crier,â he deep gravely voice coos to you.
You canât even help it at this point. You try to blink the water away from your eyes, but the tears slip down your cheeks anyway. You just silently cursed yourself for ruining your own makeup.
âYouâre a crybaby, arenât you?â he asked as his fingers brush against your pouty lips, and he grabs your chin carefully. âOpen.â
Accepting defeat, your lips part ever so slightly for him, and you can feel the way his heart races in his chest from the sight. He narrowly eyes you as two of his fingers slip past your lips.
Youâre momentarily stunned from his thick fingers filling your mouth. You feel a thrum between your thighs, but you try to ignore it. Surely, your body was just betraying you, and his body was betraying him. You were able to feel every inch of his hard on through his slacks. The sight of your tears only served to spur him on further.
When you give his fingers a light suckle, he purrs a praise for you. Leisurely, he thrusts his digits in and out from your mouth. He admires the way you accept them in without a single complaint.
âSuch a good girl for me. Try a little harder,â his voice darkly instructs you as he slides his fingers deeper past your tongue, hitting your inexperienced throat.
Your throat involuntarily constricts, causing you to gag and cry more. You hum around his fingers as you whimper. He merely laughs at your pitiful display.
âWeâll have to train your cute little throat to take more, wonât we?â he asked, making a dull ache settle in your lower stomach. You had never done anything like this, and the way he was treating all this so casually filled you with some sort of⊠excitement.
His words also struck you with fear as you realized this meant he was likely far from being done with his antics.
His fingers continue until youâve coated them in a thin sheen of saliva. When he pulled from you, you were panting even though he hadnât taken away your ability to breathe.
He smirked as he gazed at you as if he can tell that your cunt is clenching around nothing right now. Itâs like he knows every perverse desire youâve fantasized about in your alone time.
âYouâre a vision, doll. Iâm going to have so much fun breaking you,â
Before you could even think to inquire what he meant by that, an unfamiliar male voice spoke up to your side, causing you to flinch slightly. The other man was dressed in basic business attire, but he had a scrappier look to him.
âSir?â
The stranger tensed, and you could practically see all the playful taunting energy in his face melt away. He stared daggers into the newcomerâs soul. âSpeak.â
âMembers of the Gojo clan were spotted near Danteâs 7th circle,â
âDammit, what a pest,â the pink-haired male growled. He clearly didnât fancy being interrupted.
You perked up a little from the mention of the infamous Gojo clan. You had heard plenty of whispers about the clan fluttering about on campus, and the clan had been brought up momentarily in your organized gangs class before the professor quickly shut down the conversation.
Yakuza clans were talked about in school, but the professors were very careful about what they chose to say, knowing that members were everywhere amongst them.
The stranger carefully moved you from his lap, and he stood up, gathering himself before turning to you. âYou behave. I have to go tend to something, but Iâll be back for you,â he said as he reached into his coat, and he casually tossed a whole clip of yen onto the table.
Your eyes widened at the stack of money sitting on the table, and your heart began to race. It felt like the last two hours had been a complete blur, but now, you were face with a thick stack of money â probably enough to cover you for at least three months⊠and you werenât even done with your shift yet.
Your excitement was quickly overshadowed by fear. He was coming back for you. How intertwined had you gotten yourself into this mess?
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