Art From The Genshin Impact X Luo Tianyi Collaboration!

Art from the Genshin Impact x Luo Tianyi Collaboration!

For those that don't know - Luo Tianyi is a popular Chinese Vocaloid!

Heard in Mondstadt (#40)

Fischl: Thy mother is so obtuse, she postulates that Barbatos is a hilichurl!

Bennett: Joke’s on you, I don’t have a mom!

Fischl: Fine! Thy father is so—

Bennett: Which one??

Fischl: Why art thou immune to all my parental witticisms!?!

I’m the anon who sent u those filthy nanami prompts. I have one for geto: youre one of his devoted followers in his little fake “cult”, and you’ve all made a happy little family from the shambles of pain, you and his two little girls (nanako and mimiko!) and Miguel and Laurue and Manami and whoever else I’m forgetting.

But most of the time, it’s just you and his two girls. And he sees the way you treat them as if they’re your own blood, and the righteous side of him feels guilty for seeing you in any manner that isn’t platonic, but there’s that part of him that goes wild at the thought of corrupting you, his devoted follower, who would not question anything he’d do to you, no matter how depraved it was.

And so every night he visits you and as he ruts against you and empties himself inside you, he imagines a little baby, one with both of your cursed energies, with his technique and your delicate features. He’d teach the child carefully, make sure they didn’t suffer the way he did to learn their cursed technique. Nanako and Mimiko would like having a new playmate around the house, and he can already imagine your expanded family. The desire inside him to build a new world for all of you burns brighter.

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how did you know i literally had this fantasy of geto in mind after reading vol 0 for the first time like...this feels like its been ripped from my brain.

geto has never seen you in that light until the moment he's walking along an orchard, wind rustling and peaches in full bloom. the air is filled with the sounds of laughter, melodic and full of joy. that is when he catches sight of you and his twins lying under a tree. you tell them stories of a princess who is rescued by a prince, she's in a castle living happily ever after with the one she loves and he thinks how naive of you to believe that such stories exist; that there were 'princes' who stroll in on white horses, doing good deeds and saving the world, when in reality, humanity is so flawed and every non-curse user is an example of that. but the more he lingers on it, the more he wants to tear those walls down, show you what true love really feels like,—an all-consuming hunger, breathing you in and feasting on your soul whole—and fill your mind with ideas of a world he's building, solely for you and his girls.

to be in love isn't the priority, to be obsessed is a whole other thing and he doesn't really know the difference when he's already picturing you growing with his child. a belly full and swollen as you lay in a nest of sheets and soft things—silk fabrics draped over you, pillows tucked in under your sore spots, resting against the particularly sensitive and heavy swole of your breasts and relieving the ache in your nipples, extravagant furs keeping you away from the cold, from the stench of non-sorcerers, the tangy pulp of citrus fruit, and the sweet glaze of honey, morsels of every kind at your fingertips—there's a glow about you that lines the surface, the very edge of your silhouette. naked skin basking in warm light, you'll sleep and you'll be worshipped like this, his followers gathering at your feet to praise you and the unborn child that grows inside you, a new gift to the world as he kills, eradicates more and more of the unwanted and lays their head on an altar in a show of his loyalties tied only to you, the little thing he's found, who still believes in the folktales and the songs they sing, now a woman he's claimed for his own because that’s what love is.

once so pure and lighthearted, he is now no longer a prince, but a rotten, tainted man. menacing and shameful for wanting it so much, craving to feel you give into his touch, to see the adoration, desperation, in your eyes when he finally takes you. looking up at him like he's a god among men, what he does to you, you can't even begin to fathom the pleasure of it all, that you would never say no to him, your master.

you admire him from afar for the longest time whilst knowing and reluctantly accepting that this is as much a life with him as you will receive when you know he's got a purpose to fulfill. what would he even want with you who’s so unlike him, weak and without knowledge of anything beyond the four walls of the home he's given to you, his twins, and the makeshift family he's brought together. you haven't heard of him ever having a lover of sorts, especially not a wife. you don't think he's the type but as you watch his interactions with other women, you start to think that you wouldn't be a prospect if he were anyway, that you don't hold a candle to the other stronger, smarter, confident women. where he's giving them smiles and courteous nods, he looks to you instead with a spine-tingling gaze in his dark eyes. a sinister smile, his teeth peeking underneath like a wicked invitation—observing you with an underlying fixation.

the first time it happens he sneaks into your room with the intention to tell you how he feels, he's got a restless feeling in his chest and it has nothing to do with the countless amounts of curses he swallows and stores. he sees your sleeping figure draped in moonlight washing over you and your features, so unassuming and graceful, peacefully sleeping and laid out for him like an offering, a feast he's about to sink his teeth into. so depraved his mouth salivates and he can't stop himself. kneeling over you, his towering figure looms like a shadow as his eyes take in every inch, his fingers move under the comforter, never pulling it away in fear that you would wake from the cooling air before he traces them over the supple skin of your thighs, loving the soft touch of it.

in a swift move, he's dipping his head under the covers, wanting to get his lips on it, hands clamping around your thighs like a vice, pressing his fingers into your flesh, already losing himself in the smell of your skin, the heat radiating from you. his lips graze in a light stroke over your stomach as you start to stir from your sleep, opening an eye just in time to see, to feel his tongue licking a stripe up your slit.

letting out a gasp, your head falls back to hit the pillows, you try to push him away, hands coming up to his shoulder, your feet kicking, not fully aware of what was happening but he's unyielding. keeping your legs spread for him, you want to hide it from his view, that he shouldn't be looking at the most private parts of you, this was a man who you'd care for, he was a leader, the most powerful person in a room, it wasn't right.

with a whisper, his dark voice soothes you, "shh...stay still." he's inching his tongue deeper past your folds, tasting you for the first time and groaning when he feels your grip tighten in his hair. you start to whimper when his mouth feels so hot, his tongue so plush and wet. his lips suck your clit in, nibbling on it while his tongue flicks, nose swiping up and down your sopping cunt, rubbing until you start to shake and tremble.

you're giving into him, slowly succumbing to bliss, how good it feels when he's licking faster, you're smothering his face in between your thighs, clamping on both the sides of his head, your feet in the air and toes curling from the sensation. you're squirming from the vibrations when he's humming in between your tight crevice. “you taste like heaven.”

it builds and builds, that coiling in your stomach, when he's bringing a finger up in between your asscheeks, circling that tight hole, your flowing juice helping him ease his way in deeper, it feels so dirty, so vulgar—wrong, and yet, your heart beats so quickly in your chest, ears going hot, sweat perspiring over your skin over something that feels so good. so much so your eyes roll back instinctively and you don’t know if you’re prepared for it.

for a tingle that shoots up your spine, sparks flashing behind your eyelids, drowning him in your slick, and when your orgasm crashes in you're biting down on your lip hard to stop your moans from being heard, breaking the skin, blood pooling under your teeth. still, he doesn't stop, you're gripping his hair, feeling oversensitive and overwhelmed, it's too much. every drop he's lapping up, not wanting to waste the sweet nectar that drools from you.

when your orgasm recedes, you catch your breath, looking up to the ceiling for an answer to what just happened. he comes into view when he leans over you, his eyes trailing down your body with greed, his hair is a mess from where your hands have clutched, lips and chin glistening with so much of your need you start to feel embarrassed by it all. one moment you were dreaming of him as an honoured man with his kind words and paternal ways and the next moment he's making you cum and writhe against his tongue. you wish to tell him that you didn't mean to be so impure or that you actually...really liked it. longed for it but never had the words to say. a lump in your throat gets caught, your eyes start to water, you think he's going to be upset, be disappointed that his loyal follower was overcome by her most basic of urges. reality hits you square in the face when his voice breaks through the silence, loud and clear. "we're not done." he growls.

as he undoes his robe, you're so tempted to run your hands over his trim muscles, only ever having a peek at them when he returned from missions with an injury or once when you accompanied him to teach the twins how to swim by a lake. the fabric sweeps over his shoulders to reveal a body so solid, made from years of fighting, training, and just age—the scars lining the ridges of his obliques, the veins from his famous healing hands now running up his forearms like rivers, the broad expanse of his chest so large your hand would barely cover one of his pecs—now looking completely and utterly debauched and wanting more, all from seeing you come apart with just his tongue. you did that to him.

you muster up the courage to reach out to him, releasing that knot across his middle and watching the last of his coverings fall away, undressing him completely. now bare before you, on the edge of the bed, he’s hard, thick, jutting straight up with a dollop of precum beading at the tip. your eyes going wide as you took in his impressive size. you always thought that it would be this gnarled and monstrous thing but looking at it now, it was...perfect. smooth and firm, with a vein running up the side. his hand reached down and gripped his throbbing cock, stroking the length of it, thumb rubbing over the head. you could see the pure unadulterated lust in his eyes as he stared at you with this kind of primal hunger, waiting for your next move.

leaning back on your elbows, you see his breath hitch as he could only stare when your smooth, glistening lips came into his view. puffy and desperate for him. "t-take me." you whispered, watching as he shuddered at your admission. "take what belongs to you."

and with a growl, he pulls you in with not much resistance on your end, a delicate thing compared to his large stature. like a rag doll, he lifts your hips in his grip before plunging his pulsing cock into your depths, feeling your heat wrap around his swollen cockhead as he sank deeper, warm, hot, raw and so tight were your walls sliding down the length of his shaft. you're stunned at the sheer size of him, stretching you wide and he's not even halfway in. what you had thought would be something quick, fast, him taking what he wanted from you, getting a taste of the most intimate parts of you, and then leaving, was quickly devolving into something far more. something this man was bringing out in you.

his weight pinned you into the soft duvet of the bed, your hard nipples scraping across his chest as his hips slowly rose and fell, languidly pushing and pulling, relishing in that fullness and letting it sweep through you again and again.

"that’s it, you feel that?" his hoarse voice echoed in your ear. "feel my love for you." instinctively your arms wrapped around his back, nails digging into his shoulder blades, nearly drawing blood. knowing that if he kept this up, he would have to do a lot more to heal the impressions dug into his skin.

the moment your legs slid around his waist, hooking your ankles together behind his lower back and heels digging into him with every stroke, you could start to hear voices gathering outside. that they were whispering amongst one another, wondering what could possibly be the reason you were moaning and mewling like a whore, but right then, neither one of you had cared who heard. you wouldn’t have wanted him to stop and a few nosy passersby is hardly a reason for him to stop fucking you into oblivion.

"m-master!" you screamed in surprise when you feel his cockhead bumping on the opening of your cervix. loving the feel of your soaked walls, inch by inch he dragged his cock back as his shaft grated across your sensitive clit before he’s bruising his way in again, hitting that spot that makes you see stars. "w-what is that?" you groaned.

“right here?" he rumbled, punctuating his words with next thrust, “that’s where i’ll make you a mommy." your eyes flared in response, mind going numb, wanting it so much it aches, turning more and more into his plaything, now fully submitting to him. the heavy scent of sex filled the air, he’s defiled you to the point of no return. in your fucked-out, mindless state you picture his seed filling you up, rooting in your core and it turning into something beautiful, a child with unlimited power and gifts, his child, it ignites that blazing knot in you again.

"i-i love it so much" you whined, voice curling into a high-pitched wail. "please keep doing that...it feels so good." you told him, urging him on as he starts pounding into you rigorously. his hips pistoning as he drove deeper into your trembling body, already feeling the boiling in his balls every time they slapped against your ass.

his hips drove hard down, lodging himself there, the tip lingering at the opening of your fertile womb, you could feel his balls beginning to release when your tight walls are squeezing down on him. "i-i’m gonna cum." you stutter over your words.

“do it, for me.” he demands, a hand coming up to your throat and curling around it, fingers pressing into your jugular, constricting your airways, going breathless. you opened your mouth in a silent scream as drool seeped from one corner, your head thrashing against your pillow. tears springing forth as his final thrust sent off an explosion. your nails raking down his back as your body writhed under him, eyes rolling back in your head, juices leaking all over your thighs as you gushed around him.

you felt his hot seed erupt inside you, painting your walls. the pulsing heat in your belly setting off the second wave of raw pleasure, him smirking down at you experiencing your first multiple orgasm. shaking and trembling violently, you stare up at him, his face a mask of sheer animalistic instinct, ravaging and satisfied that there was no going back.

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some added thoughts here:

this isn't a concubine situation like geto isn't just fucking every woman who lives with him because these followers of his he respects and cares for, but you being the one who's taken care of his twins, saw through his evil-stricken ways, and forgives him for it, so devoted, loyal, who had claimed his heart long before he did yours just by being a kindness, a weakness in his gloomy, formidable nature. he wants you. so wrapped up in his ideals of this perfect child there is no way he isn't fucking you every night until you're pregnant. even after then, he's still pouring himself into your swollen belly because he can.

just so much breeding...you get addicted to it, to the way it pools inside you, hot and lewd, branding you as his. "breed me daddy, give me your baby." you whimper as your eyes go cloudy, staring up at him and pleading for it.

he groans at the sight of you like this, falling in love with him a little more, "look at you...how you're begging for it. nothing but a little cumwhore." with a grunt, he feels the last of his balls empty into your tight hole, his cock throbbing along your walls as your head falls back, feeling another thick rope flooding you, so much cum pumping inside it oozes out around him and down the crack of your ass, making a puddle on the duvet under you.

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you feeding off his contagious pride and ego, then turning into a little threatening, venomous thing yourself. glowing and feeling so proud that hes chosen you. that geto suguru has you alone in his arms, growling into your neck and kissing your lips like he wants to take your breath away, eating up your moans as you squeeze down on his entire length, reveling in the knowledge that it's all yours.

you give her a lecherous stare, a woman who has caught you and him in the middle of the act through a sliver of an opening by the fusuma. she could not believe the scene before her. their master, naked and defenseless, his back faced towards her, only getting a glimpse of his clenching muscles, the strangled noises escaping him with each rise and fall of hip hips, how he's holding you up like you weigh nothing. there's a line of your juices flowing, droplets falling to the mat below you, hitting the floor with loud plops.

it was easy to tell who held the reins here. despite your positions, the predatory look on your face said otherwise, the fact that it was their master, who was a force of nature, who had never lost a fight, now wholly submitting to you in full view. you raise your voice a little higher, eyeing her as he pumps his cock deeper, faster. wanting her to hear it, see it for herself.

you give her a cruel smirk. once naive, you now do nothing now to feign innocence, pretending that you don't know exactly what you're doing. taunting, luring her in and she can't look away from you. with a sharp glare, curling a hand possessively around his neck, your face clearly reads: 'he's mine.'

leaning in to kiss him, you feel him smile in lieu of saying what he knows. that a sorcerer like him would have felt her presence from a mile away, how you're playing this game with him. he loves it, isn't bothered by your jealousy when it's what makes you reach down to rub his cum over your clit before having it cream over your fingers, bringing it to your lips and sucking them off, licking them clean.

Oh, What A View

Summary: After the war is over, you are left to tend for the poor soldiers whose minds got broken in the process. One specific man catches your attention.

Warnings: unprotected, vaginal sex, creampie, cum leaking, oral sex (m! receiving), titty fucking, cum play, accidental voyeurism. | a/n: Hobo!Eren and Nurse! Reader concepts are originally aleks' (@princess-jaeger) <3

Wattpad! | Ao3! | Hobo! Eren Yeager x Nurse! Reader

“They did it!” The news broke loose not long after the event actually happened. All the newspapers, radio stations, and gossipers were talking about it, the end of the four-year-long war between Marley and the Mid-East forces had finally come to an end when a peace treaty was signed after the military destroyed their fleet.

Information traveled so fast that you were barely able to tell what was true and what wasn’t. The only concrete information you had was that Marley’s win was a real achievement and hundreds of mentally and physically scarred soldiers were on their way to your care.

It would take them a few days to get back from Fort Slava and, in the meantime, you find yourself preparing extra beds and blankets to care for those in need.

When the time goes by and the soldiers finally arrive, you watch closely as one of the warrior candidates assists a man who has been scared by the guard leading them towards the hospital, “ugh, typical,” you think to yourself, annoyed by the way those poor people are being treated. Not that there is anything you can do about it.

A week passes and, during those seven days, not a lot happens amidst the broken soldiers. It is a day like any other, medicine rounds begin going around and, with each passing patient, you mark an x next to their name. With the assistance of the other nurses, you get around pretty quickly.

“Has bed five B gotten her medication yet?” You ask one of the other nurses as you flip over the pages on your clipboard, not fully paying attention to what it is that they are currently talking about. If it didn’t involve the patients in your care, you wouldn’t give it a second thought.

“Yeah,” the short-haired nurse responds, dipping two of her fingers into the bag of chips. She brings the wavy food into her mouth before rubbing her fingers together, getting rid of the dust. It is more than clear to you that she doesn’t take her job very seriously, “The only one left is bed fourteen A.”

“Mr. Kruger?” You inquire, bringing the board close to your chest. The other woman shrugs, licking the orange powder off of her fingertips.

“He’s only willing to cooperate when you are the one doing his care,” she says and you can’t help but look away, a deep blush taking over your cheeks as you now stare at the ground. You had indeed been exchanging a few glances here and there with the man, but you wouldn’t think he would go as far as to refuse treatment from anyone but yourself.

Clearing your throat, you nod. With one hand, you bring the clipboard down towards your thigh, and with the other, you reach for a small cup containing a couple of pain pills, one antipsychotic and one antidepressant. It’s a decent cocktail, enough to cause a grown adult to relax.

The sound of your heels colliding with the floor fills the nearly empty hallway, the only exceptions being a few soldiers who sit in their designated wheelchairs, one of them with a book in hand as he reads the words on the page carefully and the other one slamming his head against the wall.

Your hand trembles, a nervous sweat dripping down the side of your head as you touch the handle on the door. The patient himself has never been anything but a gentleman but it is the people around him that worry you, after all, no more than a week has gone by since the military dumped the broken soldiers into the hospital.

With a deep breath, you enter the room without knocking. A small tv plays the same program it did the day before and the men and women sit around it like flies attracted to the light. A couple of them sit on a broken table, marked cards in their hands as they play a game similar to poker, though you can’t decipher what it is.

One woman, in particular, draws the same symbol over and over again with barely usable markers, mumbling words that feel like an incantation based on the number of times she has told you she is a witch. She is harmless overall, though can still be quite difficult when it comes the time to take her medicine.

With one glance around the room, you come to the conclusion that the patient you are searching for is nowhere to be seen inside the small room and it means that he could either be sitting on the bench outside or simply lying in bed in his room.

Making sure not to touch anyone, you make your way towards the massive window, eyes searching for the long-haired man in question. Once you realize that you can’t find him, you decide that it is time to look in the very last place and, if he wasn’t there, you would have to call the guards.

So you rush up the stairs towards the last room on the third floor, where all the physically disabled patients were being kept. It seemed like extremely poor management, considering that most of them weren’t able to walk down the stairs, but it is not like the Marleyan government cared about these men too much.

From underneath the door, you see a shadow hopping around on crutches and it could only mean that he is awake. Unlike the other nurses, you like to knock on the door, making sure that they understand how valuable their privacy is to you. 

Inside the room, a low, husky voice speaks as the shadow is now facing towards the wooden surface, “Come on in.” Your heart skips a beat for a second, the tone of his voice is deep and you can feel a dreamy sigh exhaling from your body as you twist the doorknob.

“Mr. Kruger?” You inquire, peaking your head inside the room, the hand that holds the medicine cup also bringing the clipboard closer to your body. His emerald green eye pierces right through you and a warmth grows on your face, even if there is absolutely no light to them, “I’m passing around medication.”

“Ah, I see,” the man exhales a response, extending the hand that does not hold the crutch forward to take it out of your hands. You wish you could offer him some juice or even water to drink the medication with but such luxuries were forbidden. It doesn’t seem to bother him in the slightest, however. 

He takes a deep breath before swinging his head and the cup backward. You can see the movement of his neck as he swallows the pills with amusing ease. Once he is done, his tongue brushes through chapped lips, moisturizing the area as best as he possibly can.

“Thank you, ma’am,” he says in that exact same low voice, not shifting it in the slightest. You can feel as his eyes go through your body, taking in the full image of your silhouette and you can’t help but tug at the edge of your skirt, pulling it down in hopes of calming yourself down.

He begins to take a few steps closer and you feel as your legs gain a life of their own, backing your body against the door as you use your free hand to search for the handle, desperately looking for an out. Before you have time to fully take in what is happening, the man is standing before you, his hand touching the wood a little off to the side as he traps you in the space between the door and his body.

The man doesn’t say anything, he simply stands there. His breath is warm and there is a familiar scent to it though you can’t fully identify what it is. One of his eyes is bandaged up and you bring your hand to his face, your thumb brushing against the cloth gently so as not to hurt him.

“Does it hurt?” You ask, cursing yourself for saying it out loud and he shrugs.

“I have gotten used to it at this point,” is all he replies with. He eventually lets go of the crutch, now using your body to balance himself up. His grip on your waist is tight as his fingernails dig through your skin through the cloth of your clothes, but you don’t complain. In fact, it feels good to have him touch you.

You can’t help but exhale loudly, dropping the clipboard in your hand to the ground. When it collides with the surface, it makes a loud sound and immediately the man brings his index finger over your lips, telling you to shush, even if he knows that nobody would care about it, not the nurses and not the broken soldiers.

His lips ghost above yours, so close that you can already taste them, though he doesn’t give in so easily, he wants you to speak, he likes to hear your voice, “Tell me something you have never told anyone,” he requests.

It takes you a second to think and, in that time, he has lifted the edge of your dress, fingers brushing through the silk of your underwear as he carefully watches as the fabric makes its way past your thighs. He doesn’t stop until he can see your belly button, that’s when he shifts his focus to opening the front of your uniform.

You can’t find any words seeing as your brain betrays you, all of your thoughts are targeted at the man’s touch. His vision is focused on you and, without breaking eye contact, his mouth closes on your right nipple. Eren sucks on the hardened bud while your eyes are closed shut in pleasure. 

He lets go of the nipple with a pop, then proceeds to bite down, blow a bit of cool air, and watch it as it becomes erect, then goes back to sucking on the bug. Licking, biting, sucking. It goes on. You couldn’t help the erotic sounds that come from deep within your throat.

Lust exploded from a place inside his chest and he couldn’t help but let it take over his actions. You cradle his head against yours; keeping him in place. Letting go of your nipple, he moves on to your left breast to give it the same attention. 

Though before he resumes the activity, he asks you the question again, a firmer tone this time and a threat of stopping if you didn’t respond quickly. You scramble to find something inside of your nearly empty mind but finally, something comes up.

“I have a collection of sex toys,” you whisper underneath your breath, afraid that anyone but him would hear your confession. He smiles, bringing his lips around your nipple once more before giving it the attention you so desperately craved. With every flick of his tongue, you could feel the wetness as it pooled in your underwear. “Now will you tell me your first name?”

You puff out your chest, giving him better access to your previously hidden breast. Your arms are pressed against the wall, hands balled into fists as you try and turn your head away from the scene in embarrassment. 

The man pulls your body towards him but before you have a chance to collapse against his chest, he is pressing you against the window, your cheeks against the glass as he pulls your underwear to the side, wanting to make this nothing more than a quickie, “Eren, Eren Kruger.”

You feel the head of his cock bumping between your legs, seeking for the entrance to your aching core. Closely after, it began to push slowly into you. The sensation as he filled your cunt wasn't one you had felt in a while, not even on those private, lonely occasions when you’d lay in bed, thinking about him and the encounters you have shared in the past.

You brace yourself against the window as the man buries his length all the way inside of you. Your fantasies seemed so pathetic now, the idea that he would be gentle? Nothing more than a distant dream as Mr. Kruger was known, by you specifically, to be quite rough when he is fucking you.

It isn’t his fault, he would say, there is just something about your juicy, puffy pussy that would make all of his senses go out of the window and he would only be able to think with the head of his cock.

Your breath caught in your throat. The pleasure was gathering inside of you. Every thrust drove you further toward ecstasy. You mouthed something incoherent at the streetlights on the wide road below. His hands on your hip pulled and pushed you as he slammed his cock into you, again and again, fucking you careless of your comfort, like you were just a thing, a doll.

Your breasts are pressed against the window, hands gripping at the curtains as tightly as you can while supporting both of your bodies, he holds you up by wrapping his arms underneath your knees and his cock never leaves the warmth of your cunt, not even for a second.

“People might see us,” you say, drool pooling on the corner of your lips. Wetness drips down your pussy, coating not only his member but the back of your thighs. He is rough, rougher than usual but at every step, no matter how tough his words are, he makes sure that you are ok.

“Then let them see,” he hisses, pumping his hips forward while lowering your body on his cock, allowing more of his length to enter your aching cunt and you gasp, eyes rolling to the back of your head in pleasure, “Let them see what a slut you are.”

“Mr. Kruger,” you moan his name quietly, trying to attract as little attention to you as possible, “It feels so good.” Your underwear is still pulled to the side but the fabric now comes in contact with your throbbing clit, rubbing the area ever so gently with his every thrust. A heartbeat passes and you correct yourself, “Eren.”

“I know what you like,” he says and you can tell he has a shit-eating grin on his face just by the way his voice sounded. You open your eyes to make sure nobody is watching the two of you, gripping the curtains hard in the process before allowing your head to fall backward.

A part of you secretly wishes that somebody would walk in, that somebody would catch the two of you in the most embarrassing of situations and you would have to acknowledge that you were having filthy sex with one of your patients, but you would rather live in denial.

He shifts ever so gently and finally hits the spot he was so desperately searching for, you have to bite down on your lip not to let out a loud gasp. You clench your butthole tightly, squeezing your muscles around him and he giggles, an amused laugh as he continues to pound into you, “Here, huh?” He teases.

You want to respond with an insult, something to wipe that smug smirk off of his lips but your vocal cords and your brain betray you at that moment and all you can think about is how delicious it feels to be fucked by him. 

The man proceeds to place the tip of your toes onto the window’s sill, spreading your folds apart and giving the passing people on the outside of the facility a perfect view of your stuffed pussy. It’s embarrassing and you can’t help but blush, but not a single part of you wishes to stop.

The man’s long hair sticks to the side of his neck, sweat exhaling from his pores with every thrust of his unstable hips, his mustache is coated in a layer of fluids and he readjusts for a second, pressing your body even further up against the window, your nipples becoming hard as they come in contact with the cold glass.

He brings his lips towards your neck, his tongue generously going through every inch of skin available, the bun on your hair, once elegant and now messy, threatens to fall and if it wasn’t for the lack of one of his legs, Eren would have already used his hand to take it down.

Your nails are rough and so is he, gravity leaving you bouncing on his cock harder and deeper than usual. Suddenly you don’t care that people outside might see you, you don’t care about anything but the angling of your lover’s hips and his ragged breaths against your neck.

“Keep moving just like that, baby,” he whispers against your skin and you take his words as an incentive to continue moving yourself on his cock.

You wrap an arm around his shoulder as you feel yourself unraveling and you moan into the glass. You are still trembling when he lowers you down, gripping one hand to your waist. Even though his pace now is faster than before, a hard thrust that shoves you forward into the window, and bracing your hand against the glass, you beg him for more. You need him now, need him closer than it is possible for two people to be.

“You’re going to make me come, Eren,” you say and he presses your body further against the window with a thudding sound, while the ripping of your underwear can also be heard. The cloth simply falls to the ground.

“Then come for me baby,” when finally you feel yourself tightening around his cock, a wave of an intense orgasm washing over you, you rock your hips against him, Eren moaning with you at the feel of your quivering muscles. You want people to see you now, to see them gasping in jealousy.

He witches, holding you perfectly in place for a few seconds, and his warm cum begins to flow inside of you, filling your body with sensations you could never grow too used to. So much comes out that eventually, you felt as the warmth began to squirt onto the glass and down your thighs.

Not a word leaves his lips so you are the first one to break the silence, “You made a mess, Mr. Kruger. Would you like me to clean it up?” A devious smile curls into his lips, though you cannot see it for he is hiding his face on the back of your neck, but you can feel as the corners twitch in excitement.

Slowly and carefully, he raises your body one more time, pulling his cock out from its newly found home inside of you. Your toes touch the ground, finding footing enough for the rest of your feet. It’s a slow process but, soon enough, you find yourself kneeling before him.

You raise his shirt and begin to kiss his stomach, starting just above the belly button. His body collides with the window, one hand searching for balance as he holds onto the ledge while the other is tangled around the back of your head, playing with your hair in a desperate attempt to show you what he has in mind. You cooperate slowly, letting him guide you down. It takes less than a minute before your mouth gets to the happy trail above his pubes.

His cock is right there, inches from your face. You hesitate for a second, wondering if a blowjob would be the best way to reward him. You decide on something better but, to prepare him for it, you run your tongue along the shaft, getting it wet with your saliva and you can taste the mixture of your juices and his, it’s still warm and quite salty.

It’s difficult and messy to navigate with just your mouth, but you do the best you can. Starting with kitten licks along his slit. The taste of his cum floods your tongue making you salivate.

You meet his eyes to find him still smiling, the corner of his mouth pulling up more into a smirk. He knows what he is doing to you. So you continue your motions down his shaft. Licking lightly along veins, drool escaping as you do. 

Clearly, this was the wrong choice, everything about this situation seemed wrong. As soon as you are halfway down, he begins to set the pace and it is relentless. Using you a hole more than a person.

You remove him from your mouth and move your hands towards your chest, unbuttoning the uniform you wear. Your hard nipples tingle in the cool air. You move up again, breasts large enough to cover his entire cock. He looked down at you in shock, but the devious smirk on his lips never ceased.

"I want you to cum between my tits,” you announce to him, knowing that is exactly the kind of stuff he wants to hear you say.

He simply moans as he thrust up against you. You respond by moaning as well, your breasts have always been sensitive, and react to his hips being pushed against them quite well. His hands come down, joining yours in squeezing your breasts around his cock. "Oh, shit." He hisses, his thrusting speeding up as he finds a rhythm, "You feel amazing."

You smile up at him. He doesn’t look like he'd last much longer, "That's it, baby, fuck my tits. Cum all over them."

"Uh... ohh fuck..." that is all he manages to say as a warning, his fingers begin digging onto the soft skin of your breasts, and his cock starts pulsing in its place between your boobs. You can feel wetness spreading, most of it being squeezed out and forming in a pool on your cleavage.

You continue to rub the shaft, looking at the mess he made. You can’t control yourself and your mind slowly slips away, rubbing his warm cum all over. There was enough to cover your breasts in his cum and have left over on your fingers. "There is so much, baby, and you just came not too long ago.”

“You’re just so fucking hot,” he pants, removing his hand from your breast to bring his cum coated fingers towards your lips. He pushes through gently, silently asking for permission before you open wide to receive him.

Your tongue swirls around his digits, fully taking in the flavors he is offering you. The viscous liquid drips against your taste buds and you continue to do so until his fingers are removed from your mouth completely clear, the only thing still coating them is a thick layer of your saliva.

As he places his cock back into his pants, Eren shakes his head, removing the hair from his eye. You are still on your knees, searching in your pockets for something that could be used as a tissue to clean the cum off of your bare chest.

“No,” Eren says, his voice is firm and it echoes through the almost completely empty room. You pause your movements for a second, wondering what he is talking about before he continues, “I want you to have my cum on your chest until you go home. A little reminder of me.”

“But, Mr. Kruger,” you try to reason with him, watching as he extends you a hand in the hopes of assisting you as you get up, “People will know.”

“After the little show we just gave them,” he smirks, buttoning up the top and covering your cum soaked cleavage, “I doubt many people don’t know about it already.”

You can’t help but blush in embarrassment, flustered cheeks facing away from him as you try to hide your emotions from him. You didn’t know what came over you, a public display such as the one you just experienced, and with an eldian no less, oh what the marleyan government would do to you if they figured it out.

A thousand thoughts go through your head in the span of a minute or so. Unconsciously, you begin to gather around your clipboard and the papers that fell out of it while you were busy being kissed by the man, and, before you have time to realize it, he has already walked out of the door and is on his way out of the courtyard.

You wipe away the steam off the window to find him sitting on the bench, he props his body up on the crutches as he speaks with one of the clinically insane patients. It takes a second for you to realize it is one of your patients, so you begin to make your way down the stairs, carefully enough not to fall but moving your feet at an incredibly quick pace.

Once you are finally there, you speak to him again, “I’m sorry, I looked away for two seconds,” you say, though your voice trembles with the thoughts of how the two of you were linked together mere moments ago. He shrugs, no light in his eyes.

“I don’t care,” he says, pretending not to know you. You knew how little you meant to him but still, to hear not a shred of empathy in his voice was enough to cause your heart to break. So you simply sigh, putting on a fake smile.

As you walk away, arm wrapped around your patient, you feel a cold breeze down against your free pubes and you finally realize that nothing is protecting your cunt, “Where are my panties?” You ask yourself silently, looking back at the man with a desperate look on your face, only to realize he has the cloth attached to his nostril, taking in a deep whiff out of it before placing it into his pocket, a smile on his face. That man was truly a devil.

—❝ 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐦𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐦𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 ❞

✦ where they like to cum at

✦ feat. diluc, kaeya, ayato, albedo, childe

✦ warning: smut, 18+ content, minors do not interact

✦ disclaimer: afab!reader with no set pronouns, creampies (diluc), pussyjob (kaeya), temperature play (kaeya), nipple play (kaeya + ayato), implied cunnilingus (kaeya), implied cum eating (kaeya +childe), boobjob (ayato), cumshot (albedo + ayato), thigh job (albedo), blowjob (childe), fingering (childe), unedited

Diluc can’t help but cum inside of you. It’s his favorite spot whenever. Feeling your legs pull him in deeper, girthy cock stretching you out and pounding in your deepest spots repeatedly—it’s an addictive feeling.

He wants to continue feeling your walls flutter down on his veiny cock, massaging your walls, tip poking and nudging on your clit. You can hear him grunting, lifting your leg up to try to get even deeper inside of you, curving himself up to hit the most delightful spot in your cunt. 

He couldn’t help lifting your head up, pressing his lips against yours tight as his eyebrows furrow. With his tip pressed against your cervix, he would come absolutely undone—his moans hidden away by his passionate kiss.

You can feel him twitching inside you as he empties out his heavy balls. As he lifts his lips up, moving to finally exit your warm cavern, his ruby eyes can’t help being completely enchanted by the thick river of white that's seeping from you.

Pressing his slightly chapped lips to your thigh, he can feel his cock springing back to life once more. 

Kaeya is an absolute tease. As he’s sliding in and out of you, his finger is tightly pressed against your throbbing clit—rubbing tight circles along it. His lips drag along your neck, nibbling down another spot to hear those precious gasps he adores so much. You can feel him smiling, his fingers pulling at your pebbled nipples with frosty hands.

His breaths are getting hire and hire as he feels his stomach-churning desperate for a release after edging himself for so long. He pulled out hearing you whine out, rubbing the tip and length of his tanned cock along your puffy, dripping folds back and forth.

Hearing you gasp again as he made it cold, tapping part of it roughly against your clit was finally the tipping point. As he loudly croaked your name, a pool of his cum oozed from your folds making it an absolute mess.

As you whine and complain that you didn’t reach your high, Kaeya only laughs, pressing the flat of his tongue along your cum-stained pussy. Don’t worry, you’ll never have to fear about him being a selfish lover. He takes pride in having you tug on his hair, crying out his name for the umpteenth time.

Ayato absolutely loves making your pretty chest dress up in his cum. The absolute smirk on his face as he commands you to play with your pretty pussy, watching your slick drip from your fingers and onto the floor, as he presses the mounds on your chest together along his cock thrusting up towards your chin. 

He couldn’t help biting his lip to prevent the moans wanting to escape seeing your lips tremble, eyes gazing down wondering when he would finally cum. You could feel his balls slapping against your abdomen with every thrust, with his fingers something brushing down to play with your stiff nipples. 

As he finally unravels, laughter mixed with his moans, watching his translucent cum spurt out along your chest, some of it managing to escape all the way up to your neck. He only slapped down on the moans causing you to gasp before lifting your head up with his fingers. 

You truly know how to entertain the head of the clan. Now it was only fair you had some fun too, right?

Albedo's favorite place to cum is actually your thighs. Whenever he managed to turn you to the side, he would somehow slip out of your needy cunt, instead thrusting between your soft and plush thighs. Even as you murmur he wasn’t inside of you anymore, he didn’t respond—wholely caught up in the pleasure. 

You could hear his mumbles, repeating your name softly in your ear with his eyes shut closed. His hand simply snaked around your upper thigh, to press them together even more. You shifted your hips, as another shaky moan comes from him.

You can’t help but gasp, watching as his cum finally shoots out of him, staining your thighs and the sheets with his shame—all he could do was keep thrusting and whining and you felt him get hard once more.

You weren’t expecting the alchemist to flip you over pumping his hardening cock repeatedly before entering your sensitive inside again. His eyes were finally open this time, simply watching his cum slowly drip from your thighs.

Childe is so mean, as his favorite place to cum is on your face. Something is so primal about it, as a dark grin always manages to creep on his freckled face. Hearing you slurp and gag as you pressed your mouth deeper against his cock, bobbing your head up and down was a sight that will be etched in the redhead’s memory.

Even as he lazily plays with your pussy, he can’t help pushing you away, before getting up—the grip on his cock tight as he tugged on it repeatedly. As he jerked himself off, he couldn’t help sometimes slapping the length of it along your cheeks seeing you jolt and close your eyes. He even presses his pretty pink tip and drags it along your soft lips.

And when he finally cums, he will be sure to smear it all across your cheeks and face—muttering just how much prettier you are with his cum seeping from it.

He can’t even help coming in for a kiss, tasting the saltiness from his essence. Don’t worry though, his fingers are already plunging and curling inside of you, a reward for being such a good sport.

Hot Dilf looking for babysitter

Pairing: Dilf!Sukuna x babysitter!Reader (female) Genre: smut, modern AU Word Count: 3.5k Warnings: 18+, smut, age gap (Reader is 21 and Sukuna is 40), oral, cum eating, vaginal penetration, hair pulling, dirty talk, praise, use of the name Daddy, reader gets a bit of baby fever when she sees Dilf Sukuna :), mentions of breeding and potential future pregnancy. All characters are of age. This story is 18+. Minors don't interact.

This is my first contribution to my sweet friend @scandescent 's Dirty Money Collab. I chose Dilf!Sukuna and Babysitter!Reader :) Thank you so much for organizing this amazing collab, Abby! And also, Happy Birthday to you! 💗

You like your job as a babysitter. It's the perfect way to earn money since you started college. So far, the kids are cute, the parents are nice, and the money is good. The only thing that bugs you sometimes is your friend's teasing comments about Dilfs and Milfs.

"Please, have you seen the people I babysit for? There is no one I would want to get dirty with. They are old."

"Old doesn't mean they aren't hot, though!"

You always roll your eyes and brush it off. Stupid. As if you would let a 40-something dad hit it.

Now you gained a new potential customer, and the teasing gets out of control.

Itadori Sukuna, 40, rich businessman, divorced with one child. His apartment is in one of the city's wealthiest neighborhoods, and his company is well-known. His little son is in daycare, but Mr. Itadori needs someone to look after him when he's working in the evenings.

You made the mistake of telling your friends about him, and now they have the time of their lives coming up with dirty scenarios while drinking coffee before your first meeting with Mr. Itadori.

"Ooooh, rich Dilf looking for little pet to spoil! You should try to become his sugar baby! I bet he's lonely after the divorce."

"His name sounds sexy! And businessman? Maybe he will bend you over a desk and..."

"Stop it!"

"Why, (y/n)? Come on, don't be so boring!"

"We don't even know what he looks like. He's probably ugly."

He isn't.

In fact, the man who introduces himself as "Itadori Sukuna, but please call me Sukuna, since you will be looking after my most precious possession." is gorgeous as hell.

He is tall and muscular, looking sexy in his tailored black suit with a red dress shirt and black tie. He looks his age but in an attractive way. It finally makes you understand why someone might get the urge to call someone Daddy during sex.

Mature and confident. Sukuna is hot. His smirk is arrogant but that makes it even sexier. His pretty maroon eyes look at you with an intensity that leaves you breathless.

He has pink hair. Something he did because his little son wanted Daddy to dye his hair in a pretty color, apparently. Fuck... you feel your knees get weak when he laughs softly, a low sexy rumble, and his eyes sparkle at you.

"I need someone for the late afternoons and evenings mostly since I have a lot of business dinners. And sometimes I have to leave town for a day or two. My ex-wife is working in Shanghai for the next half year, so it's a bit hard to look after my little prince all on my own."

You get the job, and a few days later, you find yourself staring open-mouthed at the beautiful apartment complex Sukuna lives in. The interior of his penthouse is just as impressive. All in black and white, with modern shiny surfaces and expensive furniture. Classy. Just like Sukuna himself.

His maroon gaze watches you intently in a way that makes your pulse quicken. His typical smug smirk shouldn't be so sexy, but you can't help it. There's something about the way he carries himself that makes you nervous. It's seductive somehow.

He's dressed for work in a Tom Ford suit with a white shirt and black tie, golden cuff links sparkling in the sunlight streaming in through the floor-to-ceiling windows. His pink hair is styled perfectly, making your hands twitch with the urge to run your fingers through it.

He's carrying his son Yuuji on his left hip, one muscular arm wrapped around him, cooing at him and ruffling his hair, and somehow it is the most attractive thing you ever saw a man do.

His son is a sweetheart. Pretty like his father and definitely a spoiled little prince but also really cute. The way Sukuna is holding him and talking to him makes both your heart and your pussy throb. Why is it so attractive to see this powerful, dominant man all soft and sweet for a three-year-old?

Maybe it's your hormones. Maybe you are ovulating. Maybe it's your body going into baby fever. Or maybe this man in front of you is just the sexiest guy you ever saw. Maybe you finally understand what a Dilf is.

"I will leave Yuuji in your care now. Call me if anything happens or if you need anything. I left money on the kitchen counter if you want to go get ice cream or something. Keep the rest and buy something nice for yourself. See it as a small welcome present."

He smiles at his son, a genuine dazzling smile that makes his handsome face look so pretty that you fear you will drool all over yourself if you keep looking.

"Ok Yuu, Daddy's going to work now. Have fun, sweetie, ok? (Y/n) will take good care of you. She's really nice. Why don't you show her your favorite toys?"

The first day with little Yuuji is perfect. He is a sweet child, a bit cheeky at times but cute. You take him to the ice cream parlor and a playground, and seeing him laugh and play is tugging at your heart because it's so adorable.

Later on, you get him ready for bed, chuckling when Yuuji looks at you with big honey-colored eyes and asks in that typical innocent way children have:

"Today was fun! Will you go to the playground with me more often now? Please say yes! Daddy has been lonely since mommy moved out! He will be happy if you stay here!"

You feel guilty because your mind provides you with an image of your naked body entwined with Sukuna, helping him chase away his loneliness. No! You have to stop! He is your boss! It's unprofessional and stupid to even imagine something like that!

And yet... he is hot! And he left 80.000 yen on the kitchen counter for ice cream and the welcome gift for you. This means you can buy that new jacket you want and don't have to worry about groceries for several weeks.

Sexy and generous. It's a dangerous combination. One that makes your whole body brim with excitement.

It's getting late, and you help Yuuji into his pj's and brush his teeth thinking once again that he's really an adorable child and that he looks so much like his dad.

And then there it is. The most traitorous thought:

I wonder how Sukuna's and my kid would look like?

No, no, no, no!! This is so wrong! You are 21. You don't want to be a mom! What has gotten into you?

Little Yuuji doesn't know about your inner struggle. He smiles his sunshine smile at you and takes your hand, tugging you back into his room, where he shoves a book into your arms and plops down on his bed with a happy laugh.

You're in the middle of reading his bedtime story to him when the door opens. Pink hair and pretty maroon eyes greet you from where Sukuna peeks inside the room curiously.

His handsome face lights up when he sees Yuuji snuggled into your arms, listening intently to the bedtime story you are reading to him. And you are flooded by warmth, knowing that you made him happy by taking good care of his precious prince.

Sukuna comes inside, making your heart jump to your throat when you see that he has taken off his suit jacket. The white dress shirt is tantalizingly snug on his buff figure, showing you the outline of all the toned muscles that wait beneath it. Several buttons are undone, exposing smooth tan skin and the swell of defined pecs.

Your face feels too hot, and you avert your gaze, utterly flustered. Why does this man have such an effect on you?

"Did everything go well? Did you have fun, sweetie?"

"Yesss, daddy!! (Y/n) took me to the playground, and we had strawberry and chocolate ice cream, and I saw a ladybug, and I built a sandcastle!"

"That sounds like a fantastic day. Now scoot over a bit, so Daddy can read the rest of the story to you, ok?"

You hate yourself for the way your pussy throbs when you hear him refer to himself as Daddy. Oh god, please, no! You have to get out of here! You have to stop thinking dirty thoughts about this man! And if your friends ever find out about this, the teasing will never stop!

But of course, you come back again when Sukuna calls you three days later, asking if you have time Friday evening. He has to meet a CEO from another company.

You take Yuuji to the playground again, and later on, make popcorn and watch a Disney movie with him and then bring him to bed, waiting in the living room afterwards, watching tv until Sukuna comes home.

You aren't prepared to see him in light grey sweatpants and a tight white shirt, gym bag slung over his broad shoulders. His biceps flex enticingly when he puts the bag down and when you try to look away, your gaze lands on the bulge in his pants where his obviously big dick is temptingly outlined by the grey sweats.

Your eyes widen, and your thighs press together.

Sukuna looks at you with that sexy smirk, while running a large hand through his slightly damp pink hair.

"How was it?"

You try to appear unbothered, breathing slowly and smiling brightly at him.

"Great! Yuuji is a sweet child. I got him to sleep at 8:00."

"Ah, that's perfect! You're really good at this, thank you. I'm so lucky to have you."

To your utter horror, the praise coming from his lips makes you wet. You can feel it down there in your panties. Cream coating your pussy lips, clit throbbing excitedly.

And Sukuna walks over to you, so tall and big, towering over you with that confident smirk on his handsome face. He offers a strong hand to you, which you take, so he can pull you up from the leather couch. But his hand stays wrapped around yours for a few seconds too long, warm and strong, and he is standing far too close when his low sexy voice practically purrs:

"I don't know what I would do without you. All the other babysitters were horrible. But you are so good. Can I invite you to a drink after all the hard work?"

You can smell his shower gel lingering on his skin and the shampoo, sexy and expensive. He is so close that you feel the heat of his muscular body emanating from him. You could so easily reach out and put a hand on those buff pecs, grab them, squeeze them, press your whole body against him, feel his muscles against you, feel that big cock.

You make an embarrassing noise, a tiny squeak, and take a step back, making Sukuna laugh softly and look at you with a knowing grin.

Fuck.

He knows.

He is fully aware of the effect he has on you. Smirking at you like a big cat, a tiger, seeing his prey and circling it slowly, knowing that it can't escape. You don't even want to escape. That's the biggest problem here.

He doesn't bend you over a desk as your friends predicted playfully.

It's the kitchen counter.

Your skirt is lifted up, your panties abandoned somewhere on the fine marble floor after Sukuna yanked them off.

And Sukuna is behind you, his sweatpants and boxer briefs hastily pulled down by your hungry hands, just enough to free his thick cock and heavy balls.

One of his large hands is on your hip, the other is pressed firmly onto your mouth to keep you silent so as not to wake his son.

His fat cock drills into you unrelentingly, hitting your g-spot over and over again, making tears of bliss run down your face and your body tremble with sobs, muffled by his large hand.

He pounds you so good, making your legs shake while your body is slumped bonelessly over the kitchen counter, ass sluttily in the air, silently begging for more. 

Sukuna's muscular body is caging you under him, driving you crazy with need, so completely at this strong man's mercy. And his voice is in your ear, low and sexy and far too smug:

"Easy, princess. Take your time. We gotta slow down a bit, hm?"

You sob into his hand when he pulls out almost entirely until it's just his thick cockhead stretching open your pussy lips. He's fucking you with mean teasing thrusts, just rolling his hips excruciatingly slow, making you jerk and cry and moan helplessly into his hand as you try to beg for more.

Your body shows him clearly how horny you are, hips jerking needily, pussy twitching around his swollen mushroom head as you are trying to push back against him, trying desperately to get more of his wonderful cock inside you again. You have never been so horny for a dick in your whole life.

"So needy, hm? That's so cute. Don't worry, sweetheart, Daddy will take good care of your cute little pussy."

You see stars when he rams his fat girth back into you, snapping his hips to fuck you deep and hard, making you fall apart on his gorgeous cock like no one did before. They were all just boys up until now, but Sukuna is a real man. Experienced and confident with many years of practice and a cute little son to prove it. He knows how to fuck you the right way. He knows how to fuck you dumb.

And you are dumb right now. A horny stupid mess for this sexy Dilf. The only thing your brain is able to do right now is scream at you that you want him to cum inside you, fuck you full of his cum. Fuck a sweet baby into you.

After all, he is really good at that, right? He can make really cute babies! Oh god, you want him to fill your pussy with his warm, fertile seed and give you your own little Sukuna!

That's the thought that makes you cum. You cry out into Sukuna's hand, pussy clamping down on his thick cock, jerking with the powerful waves of orgasm he fucks out of you, pussy so eager to milk all his seed out of his gorgeous cock.

But he doesn't let you have that. Instead, he pulls out with a soft low groan.

"Come here, darling. On your knees for Daddy."

His strong hand twists in your hair and tugs on it, pulling you up from the kitchen counter and towards him. He presses you gently but firmly onto your knees. And you look up at him with big eyes, pupils blown wide from bliss and a fucked-out expression on your face.

Sukuna moans softly, unable to control himself, apparently. It makes your pussy throb, arousal already rushing through you again.

"Open your mouth, pretty girl."

His maroon eyes are almost black with desire, burning into yours. You obey him eagerly, opening your mouth wide, sticking your tongue out for Daddy, as you look up at him through tear-stained lashes.

He takes his gorgeous cock into his hand. He is so big and pretty, glistening wetly from your cream that gushed onto him, combined with thick drops of pre-cum slowly running down his veiny length.

"D...Daddy...please....let me... oh please..."

He smirks and moans at the same time, and then his hand in your hair tightens again, pulling your face closer to that wonderful cock. Your tongue darts out needily, and you press it flat against his thick base, never averting your gaze from him as you slowly lick up all the way to his swollen pink tip, following the fat vein on the underside of his hard length, tasting yourself on him.

His long lashes flutter, and a guttural groan escapes his parted lips, low and soft, always so careful to keep the noise down. Such a good Daddy. Always so worried about his little son.

You whimper needily at the thought, lips brushing over his wet cockhead. And Sukuna's sure hands are there, one in your hair holding you firmly in place, the other wrapped around his cock, guiding his swollen pink tip to your mouth, rubbing it over your lips, circling them slowly, coating them with his pre and your cream. 

You pepper tender wet kisses onto his mushroom head, tongue darting out to flick soft kitten licks over it.

And Sukuna growls. It's such a needy and feral sound that it makes you moan, and your whole body jerks as horniness pools in your gut and pulses hotly through your clit.

"Such a cute little kitten, hm? Now be good to Daddy, will you? Make Daddy cum."

And you are. You are so good to Daddy. It's all you want at this moment. To please this sexy strong man in front of you. To suck and kiss his cock until he shoots his sweet hot cum into your mouth and down your hungry throat.

It takes only a few minutes until he does just that, muscular thighs flexing under your hands, thick cock twitching in your mouth as a soft low groan escapes Sukuna's mouth and his fingers twist almost painfully in your hair.

He cums a lot, hot milky cum spurting into your hungry mouth, flooding it in several strong waves. You drink it up obediently, moaning happily around his fat cock, hoping you are pleasing Daddy.

He pets your hair and smiles down at you before pulling his spent cock out of your mouth and holding it in front of your face.

"Be a sweetheart and clean me up really nice. Make sure you got every drop. Don't waste it, baby girl."

You are moaning while you lick him clean, pussy twitching with need, your juices coating your inner thighs, so horny again that you think you will lose your mind.

And Sukuna pulls you to your feet and kisses you for the first time. Like you finally earned the privilege of getting kissed by him, now that your mouth is christened with his cum.

You press your body needily against his tall, muscular frame, whimpering when you feel his strong arms wrap around you. His kiss is demanding, sexy and deep, tongue moving against yours in a sensual caress, fucking your mouth, making you even wetter.

A moment later, you find yourself sitting on the kitchen counter, manhandled by the strong Dilf in front of you. The sexy man who gets on his knees for you now, eyes dark with desire but a smug smirk on his handsome face, showing you that he is in control, always him.

Strong hands push your thighs apart, exposing your arousal to his hungry eyes, pussy wet with slick, inner thighs shining with it. And you can't even feel embarrassed about it. Instead, your hands tangle in his pretty pink hair, finally feeling how soft it is, and a broken moan falls from your lips when his hot tongue licks over your needy wet clit.

He chuckles softly against your wet folds making your body jerk wildly, and then he turns his face into your thigh, teeth mouthing your flesh lightly.

"Tsk tsk tsk, you have to keep quiet, darling. My son is sleeping next door. Can you do that for me? Can you be a good girl and stay quiet?"

You nod eagerly, looking at him with wide feverish eyes. Yes, yes, you will do anything this sexy man asks of you!

And he blesses you with a real smile before his lips are back on your throbbing heat. They close tenderly around your puffy clit, and your hips buck uncontrollably. But strong hands hold you down as Sukuna eats you out on his luxurious kitchen counter, right where he left those 80.000 yen the first day you started working for him. Almost as if the money had been an investment that would lead up to this moment...

But your mind is too foggy, too dazed with pleasure to form coherent thoughts as Sukuna's tongue flicks expertly against you with gentle but firm licks that make your clit stiffen and your mouth fall open in a silent scream.

You cum all over that handsome face, tugging desperately on soft pink hair as your sexy Dilf-boss licks an orgasm out of you that makes your cream gush messily onto his tongue. Your whole body trembles violently, as wave after wave of bliss is licked out of you.

Sukuna presses one last kiss to your overstimulated clit before smirking up at you, lips wet from your cream. His large hands are massaging your thighs firmly.

"Such a pretty pussy and such a pretty girl. You were so good tonight. Daddy is proud of you. You're good at pleasing Daddy and also good with kids. If you keep being such a good girl, I might even fuck my cum into your cute pussy someday. Would my pretty princess like that? Do you want one of my pretty babies? Yuuji would love to have a little brother or sister. I just need to find the right mommy for them."

The way your pussy twitches needily at his words is all the answer he needs, and you see his smug smirk growing even bigger.

Yes, this Daddy knows exactly what he's doing.

Thank you so much for reading! How do you like Dilf!Sukuna? Would you like to work for him too? I would! Thank you again to Abby for this fun collab! I had so much fun writing sexy Daddy Sukuna, and honestly, the scenes where he is with little Yuuji made me go "awwwww." I guess I am a very willing victim for this hot Dilf lmaooo. Please let me know what you think! Comments and reblogs make me happy.