kakuchosindigenouswife

[kakuchosindigenouswife]

bonten!mikey cuts his meetings short just so you can sit on his face 🥴😩😩

[kakuchosindigenouswife]

pussy drunk men who eats their chubby s/o's pussy like there's no tomorrow. gets addicted real quick when they done it the first time. bury their face into your cunt and tongue moving up and down, sucking on that little bud and makes you squeal. sometimes hold your hips to feel that soft bit and squish but that's nothing when they're hugging your plush thighs with their strong arms, making for you impossible to escape their strong grip and their greedy mouth from french kissing your fat pussy. man so starved that drinks the juices that drips into your cunt. shoves his tongue as deeply as possible and wiggles it just to stimulate you and give you the highest of pleasure. doesn't care when you pull their hair to stop but only encourages them more to just tongue-fuck you. face sandwiched between your trembling thighs as they continue to smother you not bothering to worry about breathing but only to breath into your scent. slurps your cunt when you come and makes eye contact with you, growls when you refuse looking at them and continues to lick your juicy cunt. makes a cunt-struck face when you cum all over their face, doesn't bother to wipe your juices that drips in their chin and only licks it with their lips before going back at you again. damn, these men who doesn't stop from eating you out no matter how many times you come from their tongue until they're satisfied.

— AIZAWA, bakugo, kirishima,shinsou SANEMI, rengoku, NANAMI, ITADORI, MEGUMI, GOJO, todo,BOKUTO, tendou, kageyama, sawamura, WAKASA, draken, south terano, TAIJU,do i need to say more? [insert your fave/s]

[kakuchosindigenouswife]

" YOU'RE MINE "

w/ zoro ↓

(TW) f!reader, heavy nsfw! very little spit kink, breeding kink, a bit of tummy bulge, cumdump, jealous! zoro, spanking, a little cervix fucking, fingering, dick sucking, bondage, blindfold (zoro’s blindfold), p in v, rough sex! slight possessiveness, gagging, no specific race! little bit of foot pulling, tit groping, dumbification (?), grinding against boot? damn this took me a while

SUMMARY: after a long day of training, zoro was not happy to find you and sanji giggling together. so, he decides to punish his little brat of a girlfriend.

“mon cheri, would you like another drink?” sanji cooed, his eyes practically morphing into hearts as he sat beside you, giggling in excitement as you smiled at him with a nod.

“thank you.” you’d say, your voice as sweet as ever. sanji skipped towards the sunny’s kitchen, a wide smile painted on his features before he returned back to you.

he held the glass out for you to take, doing his best to make sure his hands were shaking from the amount of joy he felt at that moment.

he could almost faint at the sight of your smile, and the way you took a sip of the yummy drink—

“what’s going on here?” zoro’s gruff voice sounded out from in front of you two, and sanji’s face immediately fell as his curled eyebrows furrowed in frustration.

“sanji got me a drink,” you’d beam, body turning around to face your boyfriend, only to be met with an angry expression. your pouted innocently, head tilting questioningly. “what is it?”

before you could get in another word, two big hands hand already placed themselves under your armpits, lifting you off of the chair you had made yourself comfortable on- and you’d been thrown over zoro’s broad shoulder, a smack landing straight down onto your ass. you let out a yelp, and sanji gasped at the sight.

zoro glared at sanji for a moment, before turning around and carrying you back towards the crow’s nest. “don’t bother following us, curly brows.”

“z-zoro! what are you doing?!” you’d shriek, your cheeks growing warm as you hit slightly against his back, your hands then reaching to cover your face in embarrassment.

“teaching you a lesson.” he’d hum, tossing you up onto the floor of the crow’s nest, following after you as he lifted himself next to you onto the floor.

he stared down at you for a moment, before standing up, bringing you with him as he grabbed at your hand.

“a lesson—?” you ask, finally processing his words. “why would i need that? i didn’t do anything!” you’d huff, a pout on your plump lips as you looked up at him.

he simply scoffed, his hands tugging tugging his bandana off of his arm. “see how you feel about that after i’m done with you.” he growled out, tying the piece of cloth over your eyes, adjusting it so it wouldn’t be too tight for you. “now behave.”

as you opened your mouth to speak, your clothes had been torn off completely, cold air breezing against your skin; sending shivers down your spine.

“hmph.” you’d huff, heat pooling in your core at the sudden sensation.

zoro quickly tied your arms together, then his hands drifted down your body, thick fingers making sure to graze your sweet little pussy before reaching your ankles. he used your shirt to tie them together, tugging slightly to make sure that you’re secure.

“you remember your safeword, correct?” he asked, fiddling with your panties. he watched as you nodded, body twitching slightly against it’s confines.

“mhm,” he’d grunt in response, two of his fingers hooking around your lacy panties, before tearing them off of you.

“hey-! those were my—“

he shoved them into your mouth, a frown on his lips as he watched you gag slightly.

“stupid brats don’t get to talk.” he hissed.

you don’t know how or when, but he had already stripped himself of his clothes, and soon enough the mushroom tip of his dick was prodding against your enterance, his warm hands planted on your hips.

in one swift movement, he had already buried himself snug into your gummy walls, ignoring your little whimpers.

“t-thoo muthch!” your words were muffled by the panties stuffed into your mouth, eyes watering behind the bandana. it hurt so, so, bad but it felt.. so, so good.

he paid no mind to your plea, roughly thrusting into you. he began to pick up his pace, blunt fingernails digging into the soft flesh of your thighs. each time he bullied his thick cock into your little pussy, he couldn’t help but grunt quietly. sure, you were a brat, but your pussy was absolutely perfect.

stifled moans spilled from your lips, the initial pain drowned out by pure pleasure. the floor scratched uncomfortably against your bare skin, and your wrists rubbed against your clothes as you rigged against them, desperate to relieve the growing neediness forming in your clit.

you almost whined as one zoro’s hands left your hip, before smacking your neglected clit.

“you like that?” he grunted, thrusts becoming rougher, his tip just barley kissing your cervix with each snap of his meaty hips. “bet you do, needy slut,”

the fire in his gut grew stronger, your muffled sounds of pleasure only fueling the flames. his hand flew back to your hip, where he held your body close to his, silky white cum soaking straight into your pussy.

he slammed his cock into you a few more time, before pulling out and turning your body around, your hands and knees on the floor.

“don’t fuckin’ move, alright?” he warned, before a large hand smacked down on your asscheek. a yelp escaped your mouth as best it could, another following as zoro spanked your ass again.

“what— were— you— doing— with— that— stupid—cook—?” each work was met with a harsh slap! tears formed in your eyes, the bandana tied around your eyes soaking each of them up.

“nofthing!” your shaky voice was strangled from both your moans and the panties that were resting on your tongue.

“oh yeah?” his voice grew sharper, and before you could protest, two of zoro’s fat fingers were stuffed into your hole.

he pulled them out, inspecting the sticky leftovers of his cum before he spat down on his fingers, plunging them straight back into your little pussy. he roughly rubbed his spit and cum covered fingers along your slit, making sure you were nice and wet, wetter than usual, before he thrust into you once again.

it was easier this time, and hurt much less. moans fell from your mouth, zoro’s hand smacking down against your reddened rear again.

he snapped his hips up into you, one of his large hands holding your head down against the floor, your cheek mushed against the wooden plank. his calloused fingers tugged against your roots, his thrusts growing harsher with each muffled sound leaving your plump lips.

“shut— up.” he snarled.

schlop! schlop! schlop!

each time his thick, veiny cock breached your walls, a wet, almost disgusting sound rang against your ears. the only thing you could do was shut up and take it, choking back each moan bubbling in your throat.

“gunna fuck a baby into this cunt, maybe you’ll learn to- fuuuck,” he groaned, head tilting back as your cunt clenched around his dick so deliciously.

his thoughts soon wandered over to you, with a soft, big, and round stomach, glowing with the effects of pregnancy. he’d die to see your tits filled with milk, a sweet and excited smile on your face.

he unconsciously began to fuck into you rougher, the grip he had on your poor roots tightening as he shoved your face further into the floor.

“take it—“ he’d grunt, not bothering to listen for your muffled input as he spilled his seed into you again, hips stuttering a little. “thaat’s my little cumdump.”

he pulled out, flipping you over once again just so he could see your lips trembling against your panties, the bandana tied around your head wet and soaked with tears, your cheek red from being rubbed against the wooden floor so much.

you were perfect.

he hummed in thought, hand releasing your hair, wandering down your body before groping your tit. he almost moaned at the recurring thought of you, your tits nice and big, tummy rounded out.

he slipped his needy dick back into you, a hand planted against your hip as the other desperately kneaded your boob.

“mmph!” a strangled moan slipped from your lips, a coil beginning to furl in your abdomen with every one of zoro’s hard thrusts.

with a few more, you gushed around his dick, the contents of your pleasure dripping down your thigh as zoro continued to fuck into you.

he harshly thrusted into you, his eye narrowing slightly at the way your back arched against the cold, hard floor.

he huffed and panted, fucking roughly into your little pussy, relishing in the way you clenched so well around his thick cock.

“that’s it—“ he’d groan, before he came once again, silky roped of hot cum filling into your cunt, his thrusts not stopping.

schlop! schlop! schlop!

it was so dirty, and so good.

“take it, take it, doll- you’ll be such a good mom,” he growled, jackhammering his dick into your cum-filled pussy, his heavy balls slapping against your soft skin. “no more flirting with that- that cook, alright?” he grunted, hands grabbing at your hips.

you nodded eagerly, hips moving slightly against his, head tilted back as muffled moans pushed past the fabric in your mouth. drool dropped down your lips, dripping down from your chin as tears of pleasure soaked up into zoro’s bandana.

after a few more harsh thrusts, his cum spilled into your pussy once again, one of zoro’s large hands pressed against your lower stomach, eye trained on the bulge.

“mmh- you feel that?” he said, voice rough as he fucked into you even more. “that’s me, that’s me baby—“ his voice was cut off as he moaned, your walls fluttering around his big cock, you were close.

he tilted his head back, fucking you rougher, and faster, paying no mind to the way you came once again, your wrists desperately tugging against the clothes tying them together.

“this pussy is mine, you got that?” he grunted, hands tightening their grip on your fleshy hips.

your head just rolled slightly to the side as you dumbly gagged on the panties, your mind focusing on the way how well he fucked into your needy little pussy.

“mine, mine, mine.” he chanted breathlessly, his cum leaking into your walls once again, before two of his large fingers slipped into your mouth, tugging your panties out and tossing them aside.

you panted and coughed, getting used to breathing normally once again- before zoro slipped his veiny cock past your plump lips.

his big hand found itself in your roots once again, pulling your mouth further onto his dick. a grunt left his mouth as you sucked so sweetly onto him, your thighs clenching together.

“that’s right, don’t you dare let any of that cum spill.” he growled, his boot slithering between your thighs, pressing against your heat.

he groaned as you grinded against his boot, mouth skilfully sucking on his wet cock just how he likes it.

he thrust into your mouth, fingers tugging on the roots of your hair, and after a few more harsh snap of his hips, his cum slid down your throat, his grip loosening.

your body fell limp in his hold, his large hands immediately catching you as he kneeled down beside you. he pat your head comfortingly, arms engulfing you on a hug before he began to untie your ankles and wrists.

that’ll teach you to never flirt with curly brows again!

zoro is soooo… mmm

[kakuchosindigenouswife]

🤠Cowboys You Say?

Pairing: Zoro, Eustass, Sabo, Marco & Ace x fem!reader (separate or sharing doesn't affect the story)

*Old Note: Had a vacation out on 93 acres in the countryside and all I was thinking about…cowboys.*

Warnings: bondage! Dom/sub! Pet names! Praise & degradation! Vaginal penetration! Bimbofication! Rough sex! Spanking! Hair pulling! Yata yata smut lol y’all know I write nasty!breeding kink!

@votaeto @zorosdimples thought y’all might like this 

*New Author’s Note: Out of all the stories I thought I lost from my old account Honey’s World of Fanfiction THIS one was by far my favorite so to stumble upon it again makes me sooo freaky hype!!!! AHHH So excited!!!! Hope everyone still loves it just as much as me!! Don’t be alarmed I did fix some typos as well! Lol*

*cow banner*

Acres of land as far as the eye can see was before you. Majestic and overwhelming but it was now yours. Inherited from your late father, Edward, you had no choice but to return home to his prize. The ranch he loved second ONLY to you, too precious for you to just sell.

Patches of woods and forests littered with game even open fields for horses to run wild until tamed. There was a beautiful garden that stretched around the ranch, a pond with a family of ducks. A river with a strong current that only the toughest even dare swim in, flowing just along the ranch’s right side.

The terrain was intense but luckily your father made sure he left you with a great team to help you out.

*banner*

Lumberjack Ace 🪓who jumps out his pickup truck shirtless, drenched in a layer of sweat with an ax resting on his shoulder.

Lumberjack Ace 🪓 who was saddened and shocked at your father’s death but happy seeing his pretty daughter inherit the ranch.

Lumberjack Ace 🪓 who tips his hat and winks at you with a side smirk as he walks, “Mornin’ darlin’.”  The freckled face and cut abs flustering you immediately.

Lumberjack Ace 🪓 who pours a bucket of water over his head before taking the sweet tea you offered after hours of chopping firewood.

Lumberjack Ace 🪓 who cleans the chimney for you in your freakish city that gets snow storms mid summer. The grand line farmland a whirlwind of weather.

Lumberjack Ace 🪓 flirts the entire time with winks and smirks. “Don’t worry babydoll I’ll have this house as hot as you in no time.” Tossing the wood he chopped inside with a dramatic sigh.

Lumberjack Ace 🪓 who ax throws intruders wanting to harm you

Lumberjack Ace 🪓 who makes you wear his hat when you ride him cause you’re his pretty cowgirl princess. “Aren’t you just a spitfire?” His moans drawn out all nice and sweet for ya.

Lumberjack Ace 🪓 who fucks you hard against the trees he plans on chopping. Using you to see if they’re sturdy enough as your back rubs against the rough bark.

“Yeah pretty girl ya like that don’t ya?” He’ll ask as he nips at your bottom lip making you whimper, pussy clenching. His cock will destroy your insides as the harsh tree rubs your skin raw. “Want my seed deep in that cute lil pussy of yours? I bet you do baby girl. Take every drop alright darlin’.”

Fucking your cunt hard in the forest as your screams bounced off the tall trees making him grunt as he paints that pussy white. “That’s my pretty girl.” 🪓

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Doctor Marco 🩺 who rode in on a fucking horse with flowers in his hands to show his condolences.

Doctor Marco 🩺 who even studied animals in order to help your father when he stressed over his prized horse, Whitebeard, growing sick.

Doctor Marco 🩺 who made it a point to stop by everyday on his gorgeous marbled stallion, saying it was important for your mental health on such a secluded land.

Doctor Marco 🩺 who comes to your aid during the harsh heat when you almost had a heat stroke. “Wow there birdie~ can’t have you getting dehydrated on me.”

And !!

The treacherous winter when he finds you passed out in the house shaking still not used to a single fire heating up such a big house. “Sweet bird what would you do without me~” He’ll coo at you.

Doctor Marco 🩺  who sheds his clothes to warm you up the fastest way you can in the countryside. “Come here birdie I’ll keep you warm.” 

Cock plunging deep into your pussy to make you sweat. Your gasps and moans make him shiver, back arching off the bed as you claw at his skin. “D-doctor~ M-Marco ah~ you feels so warm.” You whimper as he leans over pushing his weight on his hands.

“I know dove~ let me keep taking good~ care of you. Make sure you stay nice and warm inside and out.” Marco’s thrust would be deep and really rough to make you sweaty and gasping. “I reckon I’ll have you feeling peachy in no time birdie.”

Doctor Marco 🩺 who even checks your gag reflex with his cock buried snug in your wet throat.

“Take a little more pretty thing.” Hand brushing your hair back with a gentle smile. Your eyes watery as you looked up at him in your pretty sundress soaked in your drool.

“There ya go dove doin just~ fine.” Marco would grunt out as he shallowly thrusts into your throat. Cumming deeply into your tight mouth making you moan softly at the taste. Semen dripping down the sides making you whine and even messier for his greedy eyes.

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Horse Tamer Sabo 🐎 who picked the prettiest mustangs for your father.

Horse Tamer Sabo 🐎 who supplies all the best horses in town. Even trains them too.

Horse Tamer Sabo 🐎 who washes your horses and loves watching you braid their hair afterwards in different styles. “I think that's one of my favorites sweet pea.” He’ll say coming up behind you all close.

Horse Tamer Sabo 🐎 who holds you tightly when a horse passes because he too knows your pain of losing a stallion.

Horse Tamer Sabo 🐎 who gets to train ladies all week but still doesn’t get behind them for a lesson, opting for his own stallion but insists on doing it for you. Saying you need the best.

Horse Tamer Sabo 🐎 who teaches you to ride. Thick cock brushing up against you as he wraps his arms around you. Breath heavy from the close proximity, “Doing great doll~” Voice raspy after a long ride of his cock brushing against your pretty self.

Horse Tamer Sabo 🐎 who buys you matching gloves for riding saying they’re the best and they’ll last the longest because of the quality but it’s actually because he likes you matching.

Horse Tamer Sabo 🐎 who wins all the horse racing championships

“Looking good doll.” Sabo drew out as he leaned against the railing where you were sitting in the front row. All the other women were jealous, wanting his attention too.

“How’s about I take a pretty lady like you out to a fancy dinner and a nice ride?” He winks at the last part hinting at a night of mystery that you so said ‘yes’ to.

Horse Tamer Sabo 🐎 who also makes you wear his hat when you ride him cause that’s just what cowboys do.

Eyes rolling back as he tugged on the knots you were bound by, “Just like that sweet pea move’em nice and slow fa me.” Sabo groaned out, voice raspy making you whine.  Fat cockhead pushing past your cervix making you choke out moans.

“Ooooooowweee doll listen to you howl. Go head and cum on me ‘kay sweetheart.” Sabo’s cocky when he fucks his fat cock up into your dripping pussy. His blue hat bouncing with his powerful thrusts, pussy squirting making his ego grow more. “Now that’s a prize winning stallion! Fuck~!! I’m gonna have to breed you full after that ride.”

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Butcher Zoro! 🔪 Who brought you the biggest cow in the shop to show his condolences.

Butcher Zoro! 🔪 who still delivers fresh meats weekly even though you’re not sick like your father and very capable of doing it yourself.

Butcher Zoro! 🔪 who always offers to sharpen your kitchenware when he delivers the meats to ensure you the best.

Butcher Zoro! 🔪 who loves pulling up to you grilling or smoking some meats and seeing your proud smile when you used his ingredients. “Please Zoro! You just have to join me for dinner! I think you’re gonna love how the steaks turned out! It's a great cut.”

Butcher Zoro! 🔪 who can hog tie the fastest in the countryside. Seeing him wrangle up that boar with his cocky smirk made your thighs press together. Feeling like a sinner in church needing a sip of sweet tea with the way he wiped the sweat off his brow.

Butcher Zoro! 🔪 who always winks at you and tips his hat after winning the hog tying contest making everyone jealous.

Butcher Zoro! 🔪 who puts you in gorgeous knots and suspended ropes to stretch you out in.

“Dammit woman look at you suckin’ in this cock like a champion.” Zoro grunted as he watched his cock disappear down your sloppy throat. Spit and cum from an earlier load dripping all over your front. Pulling away he ripped your top open and latched his hungry mouth onto your breast. Your arms above you in ropes as you hung like a butchered pig ripe for his taking.

“Prettiest little piggy to ever be eaten by me, I tell you what.” Zoro smirked as he left mark after amazing mark all over your sweaty skin.

Tying your legs up and spread out so he can slide that fat ass cock all the way in with no interruptions. “Fuck yeah piggy lemme hear you squeal for this cock just butchering your insides.” He was definitely merciless in all the things he did but you weren’t about to complain.

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Farmer Eustass 🤠 who still tends to your 100+ acres of land cause, “Ain’t no way in hell I’ll be able to sleep at night knowing a pretty lamb like you is doin all the work.”

Farmer Eustass 🤠 who calls you almost every farm/animal he can possibly think of.  Lamb, pig, mouse, bunny, chickie, calf, heifer,etc

Farmer Eustass 🤠 who comes to your aid whenever you need repairs around the house, but only does them shirtless.

Farmer Eustass 🤠 who drives the tracker shirtless in his overalls with a piece of straw in his mouth, hat tipped real low. Winking at you when you give him a cool glass of lemonade for his hard work plowing the fields, though you couldn’t help but desire that he was plowing something else.

“Thanks lil calf but I think I might wanna drink on somethin’ else you can gimme me. Maybe some milk?”

Farmer Eustass 🤠 who buys you the prettiest dresses and shoes cause he’ll be doin all the hard labor anyways.

Farmer Eustass 🤠 who gets handsy the fastest cause he can’t help but want to let out all his stress on you. Looking like a sweet lil belle that he wanted nothing more than to corrupt into his pretty bimbo after a long day.

Farmer Eustass 🤠 who’s a total stereotype. Wanting a beer and his dick sucked the second he steps foot in the door. Don’t worry he always returns the favor 😉

“Been thinkin’ bout these lips wrapped around my cock all damn day out on that field. Fuck~ that’s it chick, slobber all over me.”

Farmer Eustass 🤠 who roughly shoves your face in the hay as he fucks you ass up in the barn. Spanking you and pulling you back by your pigtails.

“Good fuckin’ calf. Letting me breed you full till you’re swollen wit my kids, tits drippin with milk for me.” Hips rocking into your cunt with a mission to fill you full. Stuffing your womb full of his children to run and play on the farm.“Fuck-my little cow being so good. Stay just like that babe.” Spanking you as he grabs both your pigtails in one large hand. “Sweet little heifer letting me breed her like she’s supposed ta wit outta fight. Come on moo for your owner baby.”  Voice raspy as he’ll grip your ass, fucking you hard on his heavy cock. Hay scratching into your face as you cream around his dick with a shaky scream. “Soundin’ so pretty when you get loud like that fa me.”

[kakuchosindigenouswife]

Things that they say which make you weak in the knees

fem!reader x op!men: Zoro, Sanji, Law.

information: nsfw content is marked aside.

Zoro

“You’re so pretty when you fight”

The way you just send that guy flying with just one punch makes me think you can be so ruthless sometimes… I like it.”

“You decided to wear the most seductive perfume for me to get drunk on.”

“Come, rest on my lap.”

“I want to hold your hand just in case you get lost, you know…”

“I’ll never let you out of my grip.”

“You’re the sword I point to myself, my greatest weakness.”

“One more tear coming from your eyes and I’ll let the world know what it means to live in hell.”

“I got you one of those hair clips you like.”

“You’ve gotten stronger, so it will be soon enough that you will surpass curly eyebrows.”

“I’m so proud of you.”

“Well, can’t blame a man for not being able to say no to his woman.“

“You’re one of the strongest people I know, babe. Don’t get discouraged.”

“You feeding me food just made my whole day.”

“Just because I’m with a beautiful woman does not mean I know how I did it alright?”

“Beautiful, everything about you is so beautiful.”

“I’ve missed you all day, a lot.”

“Please say it one more time, say it again that you love me.”

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“Fuck baby, you’re tightening around me so much.”

“You like doing the exact opposite of what I tell you, huh? Then don’t bend over and absolutely don’t scream my name while I’m at it.”

“Every hole of yours takes me so well. Does your body only accept my cock?”

“You’ve been fantasising about this moment, right?”

“Spit out all the positions you’ve imagined yourself with me. We’re going to try them all.”

“Your gaze on me is so intense, what do you want baby? Whisper to me all your nasty thoughts?”

“I like it when you scream like that, go even louder if you want. Let yourself go wild, I’m here with you, I got you.”

“Look at yourself, your hips are moving on their own. Are you this eager for me?”

“Leaving all these marks on my skin, what do you want to show? That I’m yours? There is none in the world who doesn’t know that I belong to you.”

Sanji

“Where does your beauty come from? The heavens?”

“I haven’t really known love before laying my eyes on you.”

“Mon amour, the dress I got looks marvellous on you, my goodness…I can’t look away. Don’t mind your boyfriend staring at you for a while.”

“I made your favourite dessert, love. And no, it won’t make you fat, and no it was not a bother for me. You’re never a bother for me cher. Now open your mouth.”

“Who hurt you like this? Tell me. I know you’re kind and don’t want to hurt anyone, but I need to meet the bastard who did this to you.”

“Pretty girl looking at the pretty sunset not knowing she’s prettier, no, the prettiest!”

“Your hair has grown so beautifully during the past few months, sweetheart. You look like a fairy princess.”

“Wait I don’t want you to go and leave me alone with mosshead! Pleaseeeee, baby nooooo!”

“Is this guy bothering you?”

“Look man, can’t you see the lady has no interest in you whatsoever? Keep walking and don’t you dare even to look back at her, bastard!”

“I read the little note you left for me in the kitchen, it’s still not funny that you sign with a spiral brow every time.”

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“I’ll start begging if you keep teasing me like this, mon cœur.”

“So afraid to kiss your lips and taint them with mine. How can I not tremble when I touch something so heavenly?

“Slow down, Angel. All this is here for you.”

“You taste so good, I want more…more…”

“Such a good girl for putting your legs over my shoulders, you know what your boyfriend likes, don’t you sweetheart?”

“Yes, baby exactly like that. Move your tongue around it just like that.”

“Feel how deep I am in you, feel it, touch it.

“Is it alright if I start moving it? Well, perhaps it’d be good to ask myself that too because I’m feeling so overwhelmed right now.”

“Mon amour, tell me how you like it, tell me what you want, I’ll do it all for you.”

“I’ve been thinking all day of being inside you.”

“Your boobs pull my hands like magnets. Let them be the hill I die on.”

“I’m restraining my moans cause I know you’ll make fun of me later. However, I can’t help but whimper under your touch.”

“I’ll fuck you like the very first day. You remember what position you were in, don’t you? Then, be a good girl and bend over for me.”

Law

“You don’t have to put all the pressure on yourself. I’m here so relax.”

“How come you’re so confident and so shy at them same time? That’s adorable.”

“Go out with me, I promise I’ll make you the happiest woman in all the seas!”

“I could never foresee experiencing this feeling. Is this what it feels like to fall in love? Do you…do you feel it too?”

“I’ve done many mistakes in my life but you are not one.”

“I found you, someone I want to protect and risk my life for. How can I gather the strength to let go of your hand now?”

“I’m not blushing! It’s not blush it’s just the freaking sun!”

“Look, it’s hard talking about feelings ok? I need a moment to think how to not completely crumble when I gaze at your eyes.”

“How can someone so precious like you exist?”

“Your soul radiates a light so strong that it pushes off all my senses. Can I touch you?”

“I trust you. Please come back safely.”

“Allies? You specify our relationship as allies? That’s it?!

NSFW

“That’s why you were waiting for me on the deck, so you could get dicked down tonight?”

“I’ll touch you only if you use that pretty mouth of yours to beg. Come on sweetheart, don’t be mad at me, I’ve spoiled you way to much.”

“While I’m at it, start thinking of other places you want to be fucked at. The night is long, beautiful.”

“Look at me. Yes, with that satisfaction in your eyes. Take my fingers in your mouth and don’t be loud. Surely you don’t want your crew to see you in such position, yes?”

“Fuck, where did you learn to suck like that?”

“You can’t see them but there are marks in your ass from all the slapping. Only you would be crazy enough to tattoo them.”

“Driving me crazy here, you’re riding me like there’s no tomorrow. Please, don’t stop.”

“You’re so rough… I love it…I love you.”

[kakuchosindigenouswife]

THE OLD WAY

pairing: Leon Kennedy x fem reader

summary: Living at a farm and being married surely has it perks. However, Leon can't help but think something is missing.

warnings: smut, MDNI, oral (fem receiving) p in v, mating press (??), creampie, breeding kink, outdoor sex, age gap (unspecified), established relationship, fluff, Leon is so husband in this, mentions of pregnancy, domestic bliss.

word count: 4k

author's note: Hello! I had this fic in my drafts for sooo long. I was kind of ashamed to post this since it's not my usual type of content but !!! fuck it !! Ovulation goes brrr. I hope you all like it!I had an older Leon in mind but I used a re6 leon pic for funsies. (And please... don't judge the lack of creativity in my title... I didn't know what to write.)

MY MASTERLIST

City life was no longer fitting for a man like him. Job was not the same and he was afraid he might not get up from one of his falls one day. Joints no longer worked like they used to, a painful reminder of how his age was getting to him.

That's why he chose to retire, rather early for the average citizen. But he believes his position as a federal agent has aged him to the point where he could easily describe himself as an 80 years old man who needed help crouching down.

With that in mind, he wasted no time buying a home away from civilization. Money was no problem and owning a ranch now sounded like the best idea he could come up with. Days turned into weeks, weeks into months, and months into years. Time seemed to flow faster as he settled down in a peaceful lifestyle.

Solitude was very much welcomed. The sounds of blood dripping and ragged screams were replaced by the soft pitty patter of the rain and the usual rooster’s crow each morning, announcing a new day. 

But, as much as he has grown to love and appreciate his simplistic routine, the monotonous daily work and the lack of companionship were hitting him hard. When night came and his thoughts clouded his rational side, he yearned for a change in his life. He was never the romantic type, never been. His previous job as an agent cut off any possibilities of having a partner and settling down like any normal person would. But years made him a sappy man, it seemed.

Life works in mysterious ways, though. He wouldn’t have thought that farm life would bring him a sweet thing like you. It all started with your car breaking down a few meters away from his farm. You wanted to thank him for his help, there was no way you would simply express your gratitude through words, not after his assistance. 

So, your first visit consisted of a home-baked pie which he reluctantly accepted. Not because he didn’t want to but it had been a while since he was last gifted something. That first meeting soon turned into a couple until you were basically there every day. 

“Stay with me,” shifted into a “Be my girlfriend” and therefore the “Marry me?” finally came. 

You were the best thing that has ever happened in his life, a peaceful life away from any danger the city may bring and a beautiful wife by his side? God granted him the most perfect miracle ever. 

He followed the milestones of your relationship to a T. Even though the lack of knowledge was sometimes obvious, he knew the basics of how to keep a girl—his girl— happy. It was in his nature to provide, and living with you meant no exception. 

He always strived to do better, to be better. Your needs were always met and he took pride in knowing he was your husband. No one else but him. 

However, he felt selfish when none of that actually fulfilled him. He was happy with you, don’t get him wrong. Nothing was like before when he thought he would die alone with no one who cared about him. But something in the back of his mind kept bothering him.

And ever since he realized something was missing, he couldn't help but try to find out what it was. 

For days and weeks, he tried picturing the change both of you needed. More pets? You had enough with the dog you both have. Vacations? He had already taken you to the beach. More space in your home? The house at the farm was alright… Maybe a little too big for just the two of you.

Oh.

Oh…

The problem was the two of you. Or rather, being just the two of you on this big ranch. 

He had come to realize that he could, in fact, dream bigger. A few years ago, he would have thought that being married was a faraway dream, unachievable and stupid. But now he’s a husband and maybe if he tries hard enough, he can get to be a family man.

However, nobody has taught him how to face these types of situations. Even when he asked you to be his wife, he needed months of preparation. How was he going to explain this desire to put a baby in you? 

On one peaceful night, he was spooning you as always. It was his favorite activity after taking care of his chores at the farm (and even doing some of yours just so you could relax more). But even when there was nothing but a comforting silence, his thoughts wouldn’t stop flooding his mind. 

He let one of his hands rest on your abdomen, caressing the skin there with circular motions. He tried closing his eyes to prevent more of those thoughts from coming to his mind yet it was useless. His imagination was running wild when he pictured you carrying a life in your belly, swollen and round, the perfect scenario.

He imagined taking care of you. Of course, his pretty wife won’t do anything if she’s next to him. There was no way he wouldn’t take that opportunity to show her how much of a man, a good man he was. 

Pressing a kiss to your cheek as he rested behind you, he spoke before even thinking what he was supposed to say.

“You would be a good mom, you know?” It slipped out of his mouth, he should’ve used a more discreet way of speaking his mind. Now it was too late to draw back.

“What?” You chuckled as you turned your head to look at Leon. “I’d look great as a mom?” 

“Yeah.” He whispered, finally admitting his desire to have a family. “What do you think?”

He wouldn’t push the matter if you don’t feel the same. As much as he loved the idea of having mini versions of both of you, there was no way he would force you to do it. 

“Mhm… I think you’d also be a great dad.” Your voice was as soft as his, indulging in this little moment of intimacy and raw honesty. 

The word dad rings in his mind. His life before having his ranch was violence-filled, then years of solitude surrounded by nothing but nature cornered him to think that being alone was his destiny. Now, you brought him a newfound desire to come back home and finding you and your child. A family.

“You think so?” 

“Absolutely.”

Leon had a silly smile formed on his face. His dreams were actually achievable and domesticity and tranquility were now his everyday life.

“We can try if you want.” You added, feeling how Leon continued drawing shapes on your stomach. “How many would you like?”

Leon didn’t think he would get this far. 

“Want me to be honest?” Leon’s lips curled into a mischievous smile. “I wouldn’t mind having an entire football team with you.” He joked, hearing how you gasped in response.

“Leon!” You slapped his hand out of your abdomen. “I’m the one having them!” 

Both of you laughed as the night embraced both of you like a blanket. Confessions have never been so much welcomed as tonight’s. 

“I love you.” He murmured as his eyes closed. It was a reassurance that whatever life had in store for both of you, he would gladly accept it.

“I love you more.” You replied with the same fondness as always. Drifting off to sleep was easier than ever.

-

Days passed and the conversation wasn’t forgotten. Nonetheless, you let the flow of time and life decide for both of you.

Daily chores needed to be completed no matter what. So, he’s now washing his hands after feeding the horses. You’re holding the garden hose which makes a wet mess given the force of the water. 

“Didn’t know it was raining.” Leon jokes as the water soaks his shirt and pants. 

“Shit, sorry.” You turn off the garden hose as you giggle watching how drenched Leon looks. 

And while you are genuinely sorry since Leon still has things to do on the farm, you can’t help but appreciate the image your husband is offering. White shirt now see-through, giving you the perfect view of his soft abdomen clinging to the fabric.

When you first met Leon, he had told you what an amazing body he had. With so much pride, he once showed you pictures of his past self. Images of a toned torso and strong arms would look appealing to your eyes. But each time Leon and you are intimate, you get to feel his slightly rounder belly pressed against you, his strong arms clinging to you. In those moments you can’t help but thank God for the gorgeous man you have. 

“Enjoying the view?” Leon breaks the silence when he feels your eyes not leaving his body. 

“Maybe…” You quietly whisper as you drop the hose and walk closer to him. “Can’t help it, my husband is so handsome.” You add, hiding your face in the crook of his neck. Inevitably, you inhaled the scent you have grown to love. 

For a moment, you stay there, just drowning in the affection letting your hands rest on his sides unaware of how Leon could feel the slight friction of your breasts against his soaked shirt. The thin fabric of your dress does a poor job of preventing Leon’s hands from wandering around your body. 

A pool of arousal starts setting in Leon as he reaches your ass and gives it a firm squeeze.

With one swift and smooth move, he lifts you off the ground. Your feet are no longer touching the floor as Leon walks away from the barn. And, as if on command, you wrap your legs around his torso, allowing him to walk easier to whatever destination he had in mind.

For once, Leon hates the fact that he owns a big ass farm. His place is a bit far away from the barn, so his decisions are fogged by the desire and neediness he is feeling at the moment. Years in solitude led him to think he was imponent but with the way his jeans seem to get tighter each time your lower half brushes against his, he knows it's not true.

He is a gentleman, don’t get him wrong. He’d have picked you up and carried you to his bedroom as usual, laid you on the bed, taken off your clothes, and fucked you gently (or rough) like he usually did. However, a newfound wish piqued his interest, and even though you're in a secluded area, he wishes everyone would know what pretty girl he got.

Without further thinking and no complaints made, he places you down on the grass. The sensation of the blades tickling your skin is, in a way, bothersome, but your brain is easily turned into mush every time Leon dares to touch you.

Leon, however, wouldn’t allow you to feel any discomfort. His sun-kissed skin would be exposed in swift motion as he takes off his wet shirt. Those antagonizing seconds of admiring him unbuttoning the fabric push you to press your thighs together, seeking any type of release or mere pleasure.

“Up,” And after those endless seconds of him taking off his shirt, his hand taps your hip, motioning you to lift the lower half of your body for him to lay his shirt there. Giving no second thoughts, you raise your rear, pathetically quick, and Leon notices. “So needy, have I been slacking off?”

And his tone gives him away. He is looking forward to letting nature be the witness of your lustful acts. The sun being your light and the grass your makeshift bed. His body embraces the position on top of you.

“Of course I have.” He cooes, bringing his face lower and lower before pressing his cheek against your inner thigh. His stubble resembles sandpaper with how it scratches your skin, but at this point, it brings more pleasure than annoyance. “Look at her, already crying for me.”

His breath tickles the middle area between your legs. The wet spot in your panties is obvious to Leon who wastes no time to bring up that fact. And you want to thank yourself for choosing a dress today because there is no way you could do anything besides laying on the grass and letting Leon treat you so nicely and tenderly.

“How could I?” He hums against the soaked patch of the fabric. “Been neglecting my pretty girl.” He presses a kiss on your clothed area, dragging down the anticipated pleasure you’re looking for. 

“Mhm… please.” Your babbles gain a chuckle out of Leon’s lips. He is enjoying the whole setting, he wouldn’t have known he had a thing for outdoor sex but then again, he loves discovering new things with you. 

Antagonistically, he lifts your dress until it reaches your abdomen and exposes your lower half.

And finally, his fingers hook around the sides of your panties, yanking down the fabric, allowing himself to admire the way he has made a mess of you already. 

As always, he was ready for his favorite meal in the whole world.

Lying on his stomach, he props up on his elbows, his mouth dives into your pussy as his tongue laps at your clit. A moan escapes your lips as the sensation of being eaten out by Leon floods your mind and soul. 

He feasts like a starved man, like he is eating his favorite dessert. He delves into your aching hole, his tongue tasting the sweet and well-known flavor of your juices. He brings your legs over his shoulders, propping you to raise your lower half and reach even deeper. 

“Shit,” Your fingers tangle in his dirty blond hair, shoving his face into your cunt. His lips suck your clit, paying close attention to that part, drawing moans and whines out of you. 

A plethora of names are being said as Leon continues being trapped between your thighs. He flicks his tongue while he feels how some of your slick drips to his stubble. And with the way your legs squeeze him even tighter, he can already guess you’re feeling so much pleasure from his tongue alone.

You arch your back, trying to bring him even closer to your core. The wet noises of his saliva and your slick mix with the outdoor ones. The soft rustling of the trees’ leaves and the birds chirping are a reminder of the scenario you both are in.

Whimpers leave your lips as Leon's tongue makes out with your cunt. Your fingers grip the shirt Leon placed as a makeshift blanket. Heat starts pooling in your belly as the antagonizing seconds of Leon eating you out bring you to the edge.

At last, your body jerks and comes undone in Leon’s grasp. He holds you in place, flattening his tongue to collect every drop of your slick. He could easily cum too just by the fact he was tasting your release. 

“My sweet girl, always so perfect for me.” He finally disconnects from your pussy to crawl back to where your face is. He places some kisses on your neck which is glistening with a layer of sweat given how much pleasure you were previously feeling. 

At last, his lips reach yours and he passionately kisses you. You could easily taste yourself in the kiss yet you don’t care at this very moment. 

For a moment, he indulges in the tenderness of the kiss after bringing you to heaven with just his tongue alone. However, the easily noticeable restraint in his jeans was getting harder to control. 

You feel him grind against you, seeking any type of friction to ease the aching feeling of his erection. 

“Leon… I can’t….” Leon’s intentions are obvious as you feel his clothed dick humping your leg like a needy man yet, you are still tender from your ecstasy. 

“You can…” He brings his face against the crook of your neck once again, placing wet kisses around your skin. “Just one more baby.”

He pleads, he begs, he needs to feel you wrapped around him. Those thoughts about leaving his mark, leaving his seed in you are still pretty much present. So at last, you nod. That’s when you can feel a smile forming on his lips which continue being pressed against your neck. 

“Thank you, thank you.” Acting like he hasn’t touched for ages, you hear the rustle of fabric and his belt buckle falling to the ground. You see how his dick springs out of his boxers when he pulls them down, already leaking precum just from eating you out.

In less than a second, you feel him collecting your previous release, sliding his cock through your folds with such ease that it had you gripping air. 

“Fuck…” He murmurs as he pushes himself painfully slowly, taking his time to feel how your walls tighten around his length. Pinned underneath him, you feel overwhelmed by the sensation of having his body so close to you. 

“My pretty wife…” He whispers as he is finally all the way in. “Look at you, so pretty full of me.” He adds while one of his hands caresses your hair.

He starts gently rocking against your body, the pace is slow and comforting as if trying to remember the way your velvety walls clamp his dick, the stretch being something you’re accustomed to.

“I love you so much, you know that?” He says as he thrusts inside of you, this time a little more urgently. The hand that was previously running through your hair wraps around your waist and lifts it slightly. 

“Mhm…yes.” You nod as your eyes lock with his, witnessing a newfound desire you haven’t seen before. Maybe it was the fact that both of you are outdoors, you don’t know. 

The sounds of his skin slapping against yours mix with your heavy breaths. The perfect music for the perfect scenario. As soon as Leon hits that sweet spot of yours, you whimper his name like a mantra. 

And then again, the thought of a family floods his mind. The mental image of your belly stretching out, making space for the baby is everything he longs for. And not only that, but he craves to take care of you, his pretty wife. You wouldn’t need to lift a finger for the nine months of pregnancy. 

“Wanna fill you up.” He finally confesses in a moan. He isn’t a stranger to dirty talk, you know it well. The way his words come out like a promise and an already-made decision is proof of his not so hidden wish. “This farm is lonely with just the two of us…”

And as he presses his forehead against yours, you see in his eyes the devotion he has for you. The same man that promised you the world is now promising a life, a new life who is going to be the perfect combination of both you and him.

“What’chu mean?” You feign ignorance just for the sake of hearing those words coming out of his mouth again. And as you try to say some more teasing words, you can feel the way his thrusts get rougher as if trying to make a statement. The statement being that he wouldn’t stop until you get pregnant.

“You know what I mean…” He is huffing by now, letting out a grunt as he utters those words. “Wanna get you nice and full.”

Ultimately, your dreams are the same as his. So you allow him to transform this dream of his into his—your—reality now.

“Yeah?” You say through your teeth, trying not to whimper from the fact that his cock is reaching so deep into you. 

“Yeah.” He groans, his sticky forehead never leaving yours as he looks into your eyes and your dazed-out expression. “You’re gonna look so goddamn beautiful as a momma.” 

Out of desperation to fuck you even deeper, he brings your legs to his shoulders, just like he previously did when he was eating you out. But this time, it is an attempt to let his dick mark your womb. 

It is his mission to one day see a positive test. It’s his mission to show his devotion to his princess and the now-future mother of his children. He’d never stop looking at the telltale of his seed making its home in your body. 

He wouldn’t let you do anything besides resting and growing your little miracle. He’d cook, he’d clean, he’d feed you if you ask him to. 

“Keep squeezing me like that, I’m gonna—fuck—cum…” He effortlessly bends your knees even more, bringing them closer to your chest.  “Gonna fill you up until I’m so damn empty.” 

He takes advantage of the vulnerable position you’re in to bring a hand to your clit. Rubbing it, he waits for the imminent climax of both of you.

“Cum for me, princess.” He presses his body on top of you, the position allowing him to let out an almost growl against your ear. The sense of purpose that Leon is showing prompts you to finally reach your climax. With a broken voice and your fingernails leaving crescent moons on his back, you coat his dick with your release. A gooey ring forms at the base of his cock every time he pulls in and out of you. 

His actions don’t stop there, though. He was so close to spilling right inside you and making his dreams come true. He brings the hand that was previously teasing your clit to your face, brushing away some of your hair that has stuck to your forehead, he looks right into your eyes.

“Fucking love you so much.” He grunts, his deep sea eyes never leaving yours, as if trying to engrave this moment in his mind. To forever remember the time when he finally achieved his dream. “You’ll be the prettiest momma ever.”

Although his thrusts are too much for you to handle and the overstimulation turns into a slight discomfort, the way his hand is gently caressing your cheek—a juxtaposition of his determined attempt of marking you— makes you melt on the spot.

And especially since the cold feeling of his wedding ring reminds you of the amazing man you married.

“I'm cumming.” He warns you as his thrusts get sloppy and without rhythm. He's seeing stars at this moment, every time he plunges his dick into you he reaches the sky. And at last, with the way his breath gets laboured and heavy, it announces his high coming.

The head of his dick spurts rope after rope of cum into you, the angle you are in makes it easier for it not to drip out of you. He wouldn’t allow a drop of his seed to go to waste. 

You feel the warm and thick liquid filling your insides, proof of Leon’s actions and therefore fulfilled wish. For a moment, you stay there letting his weight crush you and your bent legs. 

After a while, he slowly slips out of you, carefully placing your legs on the ground. You feel the grass blades tickling your calves where Leon’s shirt doesn’t reach. 

Leon rests his arm next to your head, admiring the dazed-out expression you have after letting him fill you.

“Hey…” He murmurs before letting out a soft chuckle. 

“Hi you.” You respond with a smile amidst the exhaustion that is running through your veins. “We really just did that.”

“Yeah…” In his eyes, you can observe how much love he has for you and how eager he is to know if this one dream will be a reality.

With his free hand, he grabs yours and places soft pecks on your knuckles. 

“Are you okay?” He once again speaks, now making sure you are alright. 

“More than okay.” 

He gives your knuckles one last kiss before he lets out a breathy laugh, shaking his head while doing so.

“A penny for your thoughts?” You ask.

“Nothing…” He shakes his head once again. “It's just that… I may have some dad jokes already prepared.”

“Shut up, Leon.”

You couldn’t wait to know if your dreams were achieved by this act. You couldn’t wait to see if your life could get even better than this. And especially, you couldn’t wait to experience being a family.

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[kakuchosindigenouswife]

Soul Meets Body

After the final battle with the Netherbrain, you and Halsin have found solace in what was once the Shadowlands. Domesticity and nature interweave with your every day life now that you are parents, but for the past few months, something has been missing. Halsin shows you how much he's missed your body.

Pairings: Halsin (dad!) x fem reader (plus sized after giving birth)

Warnings: SMUT, p in v sex, oral (female receiving), breeding kink, body image issues, swearing, angst, hurt/comfort. 18+ MINORS DNI

Word Count: 5.2k

Requested: yes

A/N: As a plus sized fan fic writer, I hardly see plus sized stuff, especially for Halsin so I decided to write something! This fic deals HEAVILY with body image issues of a plus sized reader after giving birth, so please read with caution if that is a trigger for you! ALSO: based on notes and patch updates from Larian, the Shadowlands were renamed the Reclaimed Lands, and in original notes for Halsin, his last name was Silverborough! So that's why those details are included. Also also dad Halsin is my fave ok bye.

The sun hung high in the sky midday, casting beautiful shadows through the leaves of the trees. The nearby laughter of children cascaded throughout the village, leaving a permanent smile on your face wherever you went. Your baby Lora, wrapped snug in a sling on your chest, cooed as you weeded the perimeter of the village, tossing the uprooted plants in a basket for Halsin to use later on.

Little feet scampered past you, calling your name in greeting as you knelt in the soft earth. Every time a little voice graced your ears, you perked up - what a life you were now leading, filled with such hope and joy. You felt lucky from the moment you woke up, to the moment you went to bed, for three reasons: the beautiful children that graced the Reclaimed Lands, which was once the Shadowlands, your beautiful daughter Lora, and of course, Halsin.

Your life had taken on new meaning once the final battle against the Netherbrain was won. Throughout your journey, you thought that the one thing you wanted more than anything was to return to your old life - to go home to the familiarity of Baldur's Gate. But when you had met Halsin - and subsequently fell in love with him - everything had changed, and you found yourself back in the Reclaimed Lands with the Alderman himself, becoming the unofficial parents of more children you had ever expected to have.

Of course, some adults came to the Reclaimed Lands to start anew as well - people pushed out by the curse returning home, or some wanting a fresh start. The little village you now claimed as your own was growing by the week, and nothing filled your heart more than knowing the love you and Halsin had put into cultivating the safe space.

A mere two months after you had gone home to the Reclaimed Lands, you discovered you were with child, baring the tiny bulge of Halsin's baby. It was no surprise to either of you - the elf who wanted to do things "as nature intended" acted on those natural instincts as often as they found him, and the idea of starting a family together was something both you and him couldn't get out of your head.

Once you had become pregnant, Halsin was unsurprisingly the perfect partner. Caring and attentive, you never needed nor wanted for anything. As if he could read your mind, before you could even ask, Halsin would appear with whatever you seemed to crave. Whether it be the particular berries near the river you seemed to want at night, a massage under his giant hands, or even a shoulder to cry on whenever your ankles swelled or back ached, Halsin was there to provide for you.

Your lovemaking never ceased while pregnant, either - in fact, your sex life with Halsin seemed to do nothing but increase. Often times, you caught Halsin staring at you while you absentmindedly cleaned up after dinner, or played with the children during the afternoon - his eyes falling to your growing belly. At night, while you sat on top of him, legs wrapped around his hips as he thrusted into you, he sucked and nibbled on your swollen breasts, his hands gently caressing your belly and large behind.

"How beautiful you are," He would breathe into your ear, your bodies slick with sweat, "Creating this beautiful life inside of you. You are ethereal...I am in awe. I am not worthy of your beauty." He'd cup your cheek and suck on your bottom lip as you quietly cried his name, tears overflowing from your eyes from both pleasure and love.

When Halsin was feeling more territorial, taking you from behind, but still being more gentle than usual, he would lay his chest flat on your back so he could be as deep as his cock would allow. "Knowing that everyone can look at you and see that I did this," He would grunt, his thrusts strong and pleading, "Knowing I filled you with my seed. That I love you so often and so well that the future is growing inside of you. I need it. I crave it," His would say through gritted teeth, "Everyone knows you're mine. And I am yours. Forever."

Once Loradove was born, your sexual appetite had basically ceased. Nights that were once full of screaming and thrusting and panting were now full of changing diapers, aiding cries, and soft lullabies. Halsin, of course, was the most doting father - taking Lora without asking so you could rest, playing with her so you could do some chores, or even doing the chores himself. He was the perfect father - you knew his urges to have you were increasing tenfold as every month passed that you didn't make love. But you also knew he would never complain...thinking only of his sexual urges made him feel selfish, you knew, and he would never want to act selfishly towards you.

It had been five months since Halsin last touched you in that way. Truth be told, it wasn't just that you were too busy with the village and children and your own daughter to have sex. You also couldn't bare to look in the mirror at your newfound "mother" body. A body that, once, when fighting goblins and monsters alongside Halsin and saving Faerun, was taut with muscles and curves. Now, your belly was soft and expanded, the defined muscles you once had nowhere to be found. Stretch marks decorated you stomach and thighs, and you needed a completely new wardrobe. You dreamed of being the type of mother you had known throughout your years - weeks after giving birth somehow going back to what they once were - small and desirable.

You only felt ugly. Looking at Halsin's body, rock solid and sexy, there was absolutely no way - in your mind - he could have found your softness alluring, especially when he had met the smaller, more attractive version of you. The idea of being fully naked in front of him used to send shivers down your spin and make your heart race, but now, it was enough to make you cry.

A child's playful laugh snapped you out of your day dream, your hand limply holding on to a bundle of mugwort that you had pulled a few minutes prior. Shaking your head, you placed it in the basket near your feet, watching Halsin appear into the village around the bend. A few children had run over to him, immediately hanging on his large limbs like he was a tree branch. He smiled and lifted them in the air, sending them flying before he caught them, gently kissing their temples and placing them on the ground.

As his usual way, he scanned the village, his eyes softening when they found you. You stopped weeding and stood, your smile matching his. A few moments later he was by your side, the children trailing behind him. He bent his head to give you a soft kiss - one that still gave you butterflies.

"My heart," He spoke gently, his hand immediately finding your waist. You winced inwardly as he gripped the soft rolls of your side. He slowly pushed back the cloth wrapping that hid Lora's face, and when her eyes met his, she instantly cooed. The smile Halsin reserved for her appeared on his face, and he gently pulled her from the cloth, holding her close. "My little one. How beautiful you are! Were you helping your mother today?" He eyed you, his eyes glittering. You chuckled.

"Quite so. If she wasn't swaddled, I'm sure she'd be reaching for the belladonna to try and have an afternoon snack," You sighed, smiling and wiping your brow, "She's lucky she's so cute."

"Cute?" Halsin asked, his eyebrows raising, "She's magnificent. Breathtaking. She is perfect...cute is nowhere near the word to describe Loradove Silverbough." Suddenly, Lora screeched, causing Halsin to furrow his brows immediately.

Laughing, you gently placed your hand on his bicep, "I think she also is tired."

He chuckled, pressing a small kiss on her cheek, "I will put her down for her nap. Go, do whatever your heart desires, my love. I will see to it that you have the afternoon for yourself. Daddy's got it from here." He winked, causing you to blush.

How the word "daddy" had changed in your lexicon in 9 months.

A few minutes later, you found yourself at the nearby creek on the outskirts of the village, your sweater off and laid beside you in the afternoon heat. Your feet dangled in the cool water, the laughter of the children still around you as you dozed in and out of a nap in the sunlight. Moments like this one were not rare - with Halsin, it truly was a partnership, splitting responsibilities 50/50.

When you opened your eyes again, the sun was setting, a sure sign of heading home. It was almost dinner time, you knew, which meant that you had spent at least a few hours dozing off by the creek. Your feet, wrinkled from being submerged for so long, felt chilly as you took them out of the water. Holding your shoes in your hands, you made the short walk home, passing by the children being herded inside by the adults.

As you opened the front door to your cottage, a whiff of food hit your nostrils, sending your stomach growling - some sort of roast was being prepared, with the sounds of banging pots and giggling coming from the kitchen.

"My heart!" Halsin cried, "Is that you?"

"Yes, I'm home, Halsin." You shouted back, dropping your shoes by the door.

"Lora! Mama's home!" You heard Halsin proclaim, to which Lora responded with a delightful squeal. You smiled, wiping the immediate happy tears from your eyes.

Lucky, lucky, lucky.

As you rounded your way to the kitchen, you found Halsin plating up dinner, Lora in her little feeding chair, bits of mushed food all over her face. She immediately reached for you when she saw you, so you scooped her up, grabbing a towel from a nearby table and wiping her face gently.

"My precious angel, you eat like such a little whirlwind." You murmured, kissing her eyelashes. She cooed and grabbed at your hair as felt Halsin's hand on your shoulder. Turning towards him, he smiled and leaned down to kiss your cheek, then slowly moved to your earlobe.

"My love," He breathed, his voice low. A shiver went down your spine as you leaned into his body. Your eyelids fluttered shut, the familiar feeling of comfort warming your body. He sighed contently and ushered you towards the chair nearest you, "Sit, my heart. Dinner is ready."

You sat, opening your eyes again and smiling. He placed the plate in front of you, and was about to take Lora from your hands but you shook your head, holding her closer.

"I missed her."

Halsin chuckled and sat across from you, "Of course. If she gets too rowdy while you try to eat, I'll put her back in her chair." He made a face at Lora, who made the same one back - their version of a secret handshake.

Idly chatting about your days, you ate dinner slowly, savoring the moments with the two of them. Soon Lora was starting to fuss, alerting the two of you to her nearing bedtime.

You bathed and dressed her, putting her down in her crib while Halsin washed the dishes and cleaned the kitchen. Walking into your bedroom, he was discarding his clothes for the night, slipping into the bed the two of you shared. As you walked in, he smiled.

“Did she go down easy?” He asked. You nodded.

“For the most part. Some tears when she realized that it was bedtime, but she was so exhausted that she went down almost as soon as her back hit the bed.” You took a sleep dress from your closet, putting it over your day clothes. Underneath the dress, you slipped the straps of your shirt off, and then your pants; the way you had gotten changed every night since Lora was young. Halsin said nothing of the intricate dressing, but you knew he watched you every night, probably wondering why his love wouldn’t stand naked in front of him. You turned and he smiled softly, patting the bed next to him.

As you laid next to him he tucked the blankets to your collarbone, kissing your forehead. “Early night? I have quite the day ahead of me tomorrow.” You yawned and nodded, nuzzling into him.

“Yes. I, myself am also exhausted.”

Halsin blew out the lamp and wrapped one of his strong arms around you, falling asleep almost instantly. You closed your eyes as well, but sleep came harder for you - the nap you took earlier in the day apparently robbing you of sleep this evening.

After an hour of tossing and turning, Halsin’s voice spoke in the dark room. “My love…are you alright? Your stirring woke me.”

You huffed as you moved on your side, throwing your arms at your side in the blankets, “I’m sorry, Halsin. I’m having a hard time falling asleep.”

Halsin was silent for a moment, but you felt him move closer to you, as he had drifted a bit during sleep, an arm wrapping around your waist. He started to pepper kisses on your neck, his breath hot in your ear. Eventually, his hand lightly palmed at your breast, your nipple gently pinched in between his fingers.

“Well…if you can’t sleep…maybe we can make use to the extra time given to us.” He whispered in your ear, rolling your nipple in his hand. Your heart fluttered, but you felt your stomach drop. Gently pushing him away, you turned to him.

“Halsin…” You started, unsure of what to say. This wasn’t the first time Halsin had tried to have sex with you since Lora was born, but every time he had tried previously, your excuses of being tired seemed more plausible. Now that it was five months, you weren’t quite sure what to say.

The hand that palmed your breast found its way to your cheek. “Please, my heart. Talk to me. I don’t want to pry, especially after you have given me the gift of our beautiful daughter…but why won’t you let me make love to you?”

In the darkness, you felt like you could cry. How could you explain to this man - this sweet, caring man - how you felt so uncomfortable with the idea of sleeping together? How you were afraid to show him what your body had become…how you were afraid that, if he saw you, he wouldn’t think of you the same?

It wasn't as if you didn't want to have sex with him - your heart stirred often when you saw him. There were so many nights where you just wanted to reach out to him - to bury his head in between your legs, or take his member in your mouth. Often you were so pent up with sexual frustration that when Halsin left the cottage, and Lora was down for a nap, you had to pleasure yourself in order to find some sort of release.

As his thumb stroked your cheek with such care, you knew it wasn’t fair to him to leave him in the dark like that. To leave him wondering if he had done something wrong, no matter how embarrassing your reasonings seemed.

You swallowed your nerves, placing your hand on his. “My body…” You started, your voice low. You could already feel the tremble in your voice as you held back tears, uncomfortable with your admission of these feelings, “My body is not the same as it was when we first met. When we…first fell in love.”

“Of course it isn’t,” He spoke plainly, “You have given birth, given Lora the gift of life. It is as nature has intended it - change is inevitable, and your body is meant to change when you grow full as one does when pregnant, my love.”

“No, that’s - that’s not what I meant,” You sighed, trying again. “What I mean is…my body is not…as nice as it was when we met. As…beautiful. As…sexy. I’m afraid you’ll look at it and be…disappointed. Dissatisfied.” Though you couldn’t really see him, you cast your eyes down to your sleep shirt, unable to look in the direction of his eyes.

A large span of silence passed. Slowly, he lowered the hand cradling your cheek. Heat rose in your body, flushing your cheeks.

"How...could you say something like that?" Halsin eventually asked, "Your body is beautiful, no matter what it looks like. You think a little softness will deter my yearning for you?"

"It's not just 'softness', Halsin," You said, the tears spilling from your cheeks, "It's...rolls. It's stretchmarks. Dimples and expanded skin where there was none before."

Suddenly, the oil lamp on the bedside table was lit. Halsin stared down on you, his brows furrowed in sadness. He took your face in his hands, kissing away the tears that had spilled.

"Oh, my love," He sighed in between kisses, "If only you could peek inside my heart...inside my brain. So you knew that my words match how I really feel, that I am not exaggerating," Pulling away, he smiled softly and looked into your eyes, "Your body. Is beautiful. It is a beautiful work of nature - of art. Your size does not dictate how badly I want to be inside of you. Your soul does. I love your body in every way it comes...would you stop stirring for me if I had added rolls and marks? If I had dimples on my thighs, or added skin on my belly?"

You smiled at his tenderness, which you always somehow knew he would respond with. "Of course not."

"So please know that when I mean my body stirs for you, I mean it. I would never want you to feel pressured or uncomfortable, but know that I have fantasized about ravaging you ever since the cleric gave us permission to make love after Loradove's birth. If you'll have me...please let me show how much I yearn for you."

You bit your lip, looking at him. He was completely nude - as he slept every night - and was on top of you. The very sight of him was causing an ache in your core, and you pressed your thighs together. Slowly, you leaned your head forward, pressing your lips to his.

At first, it was gentle, but as you felt his body press into yours, you very quickly found yourself get carried away, your tongue pressing into his mouth. Very gladly he opened his mouth, his tongue dancing with yours. He immediately wrapped his arms around your waist, and as you felt his erection press into you, you moaned. Nervously, you reached down to the hem of your sleep dress, but desperate to feel Halsin's skin on yours (and to get it over with), you grabbed the dress and pulled it over your head, discarding it on the floor.

There.

It was over with.

The one thing you had been so anxious over - finally being naked with Halsin again - had finally happened. You had discarded your clothes in front of him, being fully naked with him for the first time since you had given birth. Holding your breath - wracked with nerves - you watched his eyes take your body in. He didn't speak for several moments as his eyes moved from your head, all the way to your feet multiple times. He moved one of his hands from behind your back, to slowly tracing lines down your body, sending shivers up your spine. Dipping his head to your body, he started to slowly kiss you, gently planting kisses on your stomach, on your thighs, paying extra attention to the stretchmarks that covered your lower half.

Finally, he looked into your eyes, and you realized they were glassy with tears. He shook his head slowly and he enveloped your lips in a kiss that was so passionate, it knocked the wind out of you. When he pulled away, he cupped your cheeks once more.

"For you to think that you are anything other than beautiful is a thought I never want you to have again," He spoke, his voice low, "I covet every mark, every dimple, every soft roll on your body. Regardless if you gave life or not...your body is a beautiful work of nature, and if I need to make love to you every night in order for you to see it, I will gladly sacrifice." He smiled lightly, kissing you again. Shivers ran up your spine as he lowered his fingers to tease your clit, his fingers weaving in between your folds. Once he felt how wet you were, he moaned into the kiss, "Silvanus help me, you're going to make me finish before I even start."

His touch sent shockwaves through your system - five months of your pent up sexual desires for Halsin were starting to unravel, causing you to careen to your orgasm faster than you ever have in your life. As Halsin rubbed circles on your aching clit, you whimpered, your arms finding their way around his neck. He held you close as he brought you to him, leaning you forward so you were mere inches from his face.

"My gorgeous, gorgeous, girl," He whispered, kissing your temple. The combination of his increasingly deep movements on your clit, and the tender whispered nothings in your ear was leaving you overstimulated.

"Halsin...I'm already close." You whined, gently biting down on his shoulder. He chuckled and growled at the bite, taking his fingers off of your clit and inserting two of them inside your cunt.

"Already? My heart...I'm afraid I will be sending you over the edge many times tonight if that's how long you are going to last." As he pumped into your pussy, you threw your head back, pressing your back into the bed. Quickly, he slid down your body, gently kissing you along the way. He never stopped pumping his fingers, but as soon as his head reached your core, he pressed your legs open with his nose to suck on your clit, taking it in his mouth in its entirety. He moaned loudly, his tongue lapping over your entire pussy, the wet sounds emanating from the two you absolutely sinful.

Arching your back, your vision started to fuzz as you squeezed your eyes shut. As you looked down at Halsin, he seemed absolutely enthralled by you, his face reminiscent of the eating a delicious meal. His fingers curled upwards as he continued to switch between sucking on your clit, to lapping at your folds with his large, flat tongue.

"Gods, I'm going to come!" You whined, gripping his hair as he sucked. He didn't deviate from his movements, completely focused on making you feel his ecstasy. As you bucked your hips into his face, your orgasm crashed around you, Halsin inserting one more finger to pump into you to send you over the edge.

You screamed his name, so loudly you felt like you were going to blackout. Halsin continued on for several moments before he pulled away slowly, taking in the sight of you writhing underneath him. His chest was heaving as he gripped your thighs, his eyes dancing as he took you in. When you finally calmed down enough, you opened your eyes, looking into his.

Immediately, you burst into tears.

"I was so scared to do that." You confessed, your tears spilling over. You laughed, embarrassed, as Halsin leaned forward to kiss you.

"Never," He said, his tongue sliding on your lower lip, "Never be scared with me. Never again."

Resting your hands on his solid chest, you felt your desire focus, watching Halsin stroke his cock above you. You moaned at the sight of him - large, and beautiful, and fucking perfect.

You would never go this long without him again.

"Halsin, if I don't have you inside of me soon, I think I'm going to go crazy." You said, reaching down to help him with his strokes. His mouth fell open and he lolled his head back, murmuring your name. He took your hand from his erect penis to his mouth, kissing it gently before he lined himself up with you.

"Anything you desire, my heart." He said, before taking your hands and pinning them above your head. He held your wrists with one hand as he slowly slid inside of you, never breaking eye contact. The further he slid in, the more you two moaned, brows furrowed. Once he bottomed out, he growled. "Hells - I do not think I'll be lasting too long, either."

You laughed and he chuckled, winking at you before he began to thrust. Slow and deliberate, he grunted with his movements, his name falling from your lips like a prayer.

You couldn't help but moan - there was no trying to stay quiet anymore. The past few months of not having Halsin had made you so pent up, that any touch from him seemed to cause your core to stir.

Picking up his pace, the headboard creaked. Halsin palmed at one of your tits, dipping his head to suck on your nipple. You arched your back so he could take you deeper in his mouth, and soon, he started to suck on the skin around your nipple. Heat rushed to your head as waves of pleasure continued to spread throughout your body.

As the two of you fucked, you were sloppy, messy. Noise and juices and movements shared between the two of you with no regard, with no holding back. Both of you were desperate for each other's touch, your whole body felt like it was on fire.

Eventually, as Halsin thrusted into you, he spread your legs with his other hand, abandoning your wrists above your head. After he spread your legs, he pressed one of his large fingers to your clit, circling it slowly.

"You, are so beautiful," He spoke, every word accentuated with a thrust, "The most beautiful creature nature has ever created. The most beautiful creature I have ever seen."

"Gods, Halsin - you make me feel so good. You fuck me so good." Your whimpers were bordering on incoherent as he fucked you, but it didn't matter. You were safe - you were fucking the love of your life, and Hells did it feel good.

"That's it," He spoke, moving your legs so you were on your side. He stopped thrusting for a moment to adjust you, closing your legs on his cock so he could thrust deeper, "That's it, my beautiful goddess," He be began to thrust again, and palmed at your tits, "I love this body. You are so beautiful. I love you."

"I love you too," You moaned, your back arching, gripping the sheets underneath you, "Daddy, I love you."

Halsin's eyes were set ablaze at your words. Your use of Daddy before Lora was around during sex, but you had a feeling that it took on a whole new meaning while you fucked him. He smiled, wiping the sweat from his brow. You could tell by his thrusts that he was nearing his edge, which was soon for Halsin.

It seemed the five months had the same affect on him, too.

"Daddy's fucking you good?" He groaned, grabbing a fistful of your ass. He squeezed hard before winding his hand back, giving you a tight slap on one of your cheeks, "You like it when Daddy fucks you like this?"

"Yes!" You screamed, grabbing hold of his forearm, "Gods, you make me feel so good!"

His grip on your ass tightened as he started to switch between his thrusts - slow and measured, and rough, pounding into you so hard his cock coming in contact with your cunt made a loud SMACK noise with every movement. Your walls clenched around him as he roughly gripped your hips, his hair becoming wet with sweat. Every time you clenched around his cock he growled, a noise that reminded you of an animal - feral, full of wanting.

"You're going to make me come," He said, his chest heaving. The sound of his cock and balls slapping against your wet core filled the room at an increased pace, and he didn't stop. "I'm going to fill you, my heart."

"Fill me," You commanded, looking into his eyes. Halsin groaned and leaned forward, his forehead touching yours. With three more thrusts, he growled and released, filling you with his orgasm. A silent scream came from his lips, followed by him murmuring your name over and over again. He bucked his hips a few more times to drain himself in you before he slowly slid out, immediately cradling you in his arms.

Both of you were panting, sweating, but you didn't care. You were holding on to each other for dear life, thankful for how the night turned out.

Halsin kissed every inch of you from your chest up, cupping your face with the utmost care. Pulling away, he looked at you.

"You put the stars in the sky, my heart," He spoke, gently kissing you. "The moon...the sun...they pale in comparison to your beauty," Gently running his hands over your body, he titled his head, "How do you feel?"

Still catching your breath, you smiled at him, "Incredible. Beautiful." You answered, honestly.

Halsin's face lit up and he pressed a kiss to you again. His tongue found its way into your mouth, and soon, his body was pressing against yours again, his pent up desire found his movements.

"If you give me just a bit of time, I would love to make you feel beautiful again." He spoke, sending shivers up your spine. Brushing a piece of hair out of your face, you were about to reply.

Suddenly, Lora cried from her room. Both of you stopped in your tracks, and when you realized she wasn't going to stop, you bot started to laugh. You went to get up from bed, but Halsin gently pushed you down, springing up himself.

"Rest, my love. I have her," He started to walk out of the room, but turned back quickly, "When I come back into this room, you better not have put your clothes back on."

You giggled and titled your head, feeling seductive for the first time in Gods knows how long, "Mr. Halsin, if you don't watch yourself, you're going to have put yet another baby in me."

Halsin's eyes darkened, and you knew you hit his desires on the head. His cock twitched and he coughed, trying to control himself. "Who says that's not the plan?" He asked, before slipping into Lora's room.

You laid back down on the bed, your breathing returning to normal. From the other room, you heard Halsin speaking softly to your daughter, singing her a lullaby to get her to go back to sleep. Pulling the covers over your body, you relished in the feeling of the blankets on your naked skin. Sighing happily, you moved your legs around in the bed, the sensation spreading warmth throughout your body.

How lucky you were.

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as horrible as taiju used to be, he’s tried his best to be an outstanding man. now the owner of a high end business, he dedicates himself to honest and clean work. he even attends church regularly in order to further his relationship with god — to devote himself to his love and glory. praying daily, making financial offerings, and attending service all became part of taiju’s normal life. throughout his entire routine, though, laid a small mixture of sin and carnal pleasure.

you, his sweet little wife, who can’t seem to get enough of him. the wife, who is so polite and timid in church and public, is the same wife who jumps his bones after sunday service and begs for his cock. sometimes, you’d ask him to pound your sweet cunt in the car, not caring who passed by to see you. you’re so persistent, too. even going so far as to shove your much smaller hands down his pants to jerk his cock to erection. during the night when you thought he was asleep, you’d slip his pajama pants down and suckle at the tip of his soft cock. even if he wasn’t hard, you always loved toying with his cock.

now don’t get him wrong, he liked having sex with you, loved it even. but, being the religious man he was, was concerned about your insatiable lust. you were supposed to be a woman of god yet you were acting like a whore in private.

was it really a sin if he was your husband? i mean, you weren’t giving yourself to any other man. hell, he was the one who took your damn virginity. still, he had to help you overcome this obstacle. helping you overcome your intense libido could be a step in your relationship. he could finally make you his perfect, pure wife. yeah.

yeah. all those thoughts get thrown out of the door the second he sinks his fat cock into your tight little cunt. the blood in his body rushed from his head straight to his length. sometimes, taiju wonders if the only heaven he’ll ever see is the sight of your cunt being stretched by his cock. taiju wonders how you stay so tight when you use your cunt more than that brain knocking around your skull. it’s a miracle especially when you took someone as big as taiju on the regular.

your moans and whimpers only spur him to drive deeper into you. even while taking cock, you sound so innocent. a succubus in disguise. legs to your chest and eyes knocked into the back of your head — the most beautiful sight to see. taiju’s grunts and growls only grew louder as the knot in his stomach grew bigger and his balls drew up farther.

it never takes him long to cum in you. how could he resist? everytime the two of you fuck, you take his cock as if you were born to. in a sense you were. you were born to tend to him. born to be led by him. born to bear him children of his own.

children.

that thought lingers in the back of his mind. of course it had to be when he was on the precipice of cumming. but, oh, was it so inviting. and then, he thinks, this is how he can help you overcome your sin. if you’re pregnant with his child, it can help you realize that sex isn’t for pleasure. sex is for procreation and nothing more. you’ll finally be absolved.

yes, yes. taiju’s mind is blurred and clouded by primal instincts to breed. he can’t even hear your pleads and moans to pull out. before you both know it, he’s buried to the hilt inside of you and filling you to the brim with fertile cum. you were trapped underneath him — forced to accept his sperm and what was to come with it. he smiles, softly stroking your hair back to look at your face. with how much cum he was spilling out, you already knew you’d be pregnant.

poor taiju didn’t know. he underestimated your insatiable lust. after the birth of your son, it wasn’t long before you were coming to him asking for him to breed you again. he obliged. then when your daughter was born, you asked again. and again. before he knew it, he was tending to four baby shiba children.

oh well. if satisfying you meant you’d finally have a family, he’d be happy to fuck you all night.

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Taiju looked out the window of the master suite room you both got for your anniversary. Holding a glass of bourbon in his hand, seeing all the lights below light up the strip.  The dim lighting in the room made the whole scene peaceful to him. Looking at his hands to see the wedding ring after 5 years of marriage but being together for much longer you both continue to grow stronger and stronger with one another. ‘My darling wife.’ he said in a low tone to himself, undoing the top two buttons on his shirt. Hearing the door open to the bedroom you were drying your hair with a towel and another towel draped around you. Taiju's large structure had his back towards you. 

“Honey, the bath is ready for you,” you said walking halfway. Taiju had one hand in his pocket as he turned his head towards you, his eyes began to wander at your damp frame, only covering you was just a towel.  He couldn’t help that his gaze at you was so intense.  Placing the cup of bourbon down on the windowsill,  he met you in the middle of the room.

“All nice and clean for me, pretty girl .” his hand was caressing your exposed collar bone. “What a waste your just going to get dirty again”

“Hmmm.” feeling your cheeks heat up as he spoke in an all too familiar tone. Pushing your wet hair back leaning down to kiss your soft fair skin. Taiju’s arm brings you closer to him as the gap between you both closes. Leaning down his kisses began to trail up to your neck, then to your jawline then finally meeting your lips. “T- Tai the window is open.” you managed to say as your hands began to wrap around behind his neck.

“And? You don’t want the world to see your husband fucking you so good?.” you could feel his warm breath with the hint of alcohol on his lips. “I wouldn’t mind fucking you right here but since it's a special night for us both I will respect your request this time.”  Taiju swiftly picked you up, taking you to the room where there was a king-size plush bed. He wanted to see all of you, making sure all the lights were on.  Taiju found himself becoming a bit more aroused; he had you in his arms. All day whether you knew it or not it took it as you were teasing him. Wearing the rather short dress dinner the whispers of how much you love him. He placed you on the bed, finding the edge of the towel and snatching it off your naked frame. “My darling wife,” he said. He entrapped you with his body, his thick fingers began caressing down to your body. His hand caressing massaging your breast as his thumb began to rub your nipple making it hard. Leaning his head down towards you his lips planted another kiss feeling his tongue caressing your bottom lip. Parting your lips he slid his tongue into your mouth. His hand began to reach for yours wanting them intertwined with one another. The soft moans escaping from you every now and then,  his tongue dominating yours. His energy alone had such control over you, he made you quiver. Him being such a rough individual he understood what boundaries were safe for you so he wouldn’t hurt you on purpose.

“Tai~~~~.” you softly said, your eyes closed still enjoying the bliss of the passionate make-out session you both were having. 

“Yes?”  his voice was deep and low, picking his head up slightly the string of saliva became undone he looked down to see your lewd eye expression. Your cheeks were red, and your legs were already trembling as your eyes met with his. “I still find it fucking hot how easily I can make you tremble like this. ” the corner of his mouth curled as he cocked his head. “So vulnerable for me. ” 

His eyes began trailing down your frame admiring it as he got up to take a better look. He started to scoot down on the bed and as he was doing so he was leaving small kisses at times his tongue grazing your skin. You covered your eyes for a moment enjoying his lips traveling on your body. At the foot of the bed, Taiju rested between your legs. Gently grasp onto the outer part of your thighs, opening your legs up more. Placing small kisses that send your body into a bit of shock. His lips began to suck on certain parts of your inner thighs. “Ngh why must you tease me soo.” Pouting slightly propping on your elbows to see your husband with a devilish smirk on his face as he continued to nibble on your inner thighs. Slightly tossing your head back savoring his skillful mouth.

“Because it would be no fun to tease you. You like teasing me all day now you have to deal with this.”  Taiju hovered closer to your throbbing cunt, looking up at you as his tongue met with your clit. You felt the tingling sensation as his tongue continued to swirl around. Your head melted the pillow once more, Taijus arms wrapping around your thighs as his face buried deeper into your wet cunt. Taiju’s hearing how you kept calling his name made his tongue more teasing to you. Your hand reaches for his slick back hair, slightly grasping it.

“Oh god… Tai…Tai~~” dry heaving feeling his two digit fingers as he began to insert them into you. 

Taiju raised his head up seeing how his fingers were coated with your juice. “Using god's name in vain like this tsk tsk. You know better than that now ________.” he spoke as his words were feeding his ego more and more. “So fucking wet Such a good girl getting all nice and wet for me.” giving your now swollen lips a kiss. “How many times do you want to cum today?”  You couldn’t speak as you felt the knot forming in your stomach as he continuously finger fucked you. “Well, now I think so far it will be more than once today. I want you to cum for me, cum for your husband.”  Your body began to spasm as your sensation climax hit you all at once. Your body slightly twitches, your mind becomes cloudy, the blood rushing through your whole body. Your body went limp for a moment, unable to move for the orgasm. It took you a moment to catch your breath after coming down from your high. 

Taiju's cock was already hard from the beginning but seeing your spasm as your climax hit he wanted to feel your lips around his cock. He stood up as he began to get undressed first taking his shirt off and exposing his god-perfect upper body. His tattooed chiseled chest and abs were in front of you. Unbuckling his pants, taking them off including his briefs exposing his stiff hardened cock.  Sitting up you saw his girthy cock and his hands as he stroked himself.  “My turn.”  once getting the sensation back in your legs you walked up slowly to his hands grazing his rock-hard chest and lightly kissing it. You started to trail the kisses now until you got on your knees. At eye level you were facing his cock seeing the bit of pre-cum on the tip. A smirk appeared on your face. Your dainty hands grasping around his tumescent cock. Your tongue licking his sensitive tip feeling his cock twitch in your hand. 

“Teasing are we?” Taiju said in a low husky tone.

“Maybe.” playfully said as you placed his tip in your mouth. As you began to suck bobbing slowly back and forth. Your hand began to stroke him as you started to go deeper and deeper. Taiju began letting low groans out, and he began to flex his jaw. Your tongue began to lick up and down his shaft, your hand still pumping his cock. 

“shit…._____.” he panted trying to steady his breath as you began to suck slightly hard, bobbing your head faster.  His hands press on the back of your head causing you to go deeper. “Come on, take all of me. I know you can,” he grunted a bit louder. He didn’t want it to stop as he was so close to cumming in that pretty mouth of yours. His hands gripping on your hair he pulled your head away from his cock, your lips from his pulsating cock. His hands began to stroke his slippery cock.  He motions you to get onto the bed. In swift motion, his large body was over yours. Taiju’s lips planted on you as you felt your walls begin to stretch. The tip of his cock was rubbing against your wet folds. He couldn’t wait any longer. He slides inside your warm slick walls without you being able to adjust to his cock. Your fingernails digging into his biceps. He began to snap his hips into yours a bit sloppy, the sounds of his cock going into your wet cunt accompanied by your moans. “Every single bit of you, you are all mine.” The intense passionate look in his eyes looks into yours. 

“I’m all yours Mr. Shiba ” you whined out. “Ahhh all.. oh shiiiiitttt I’m all yours…. Ngh” panting slightly as he picked up the speed.  Your pleading eyes look up at your husband. His eyes furrow as he looks at you, seeing the vein on his forehead popping out. Hearing the sound of the skin clapping back against one another the sloshing sound as Taiju continued to thrust deeper and harder inside of you. The headboard of the bed was rocking against the wall. His hands were on the sides of the bed close to your face. A fist full of sheets in his grip causing his knuckles to turn white.  

“You feel so good babe, you're so nice and warm for me.”  Taiju thrusts faster inside of you. Taiju felt his member becoming more constricted as he felt your walls tightening up. “You are so close to cumming I can feel it my pretty little wife..” a small droplet of sweat formed on his forehead. He let out a shallow breath, tossing his head back a bit. His slick back hair was becoming more messy. Adjusting his position a bit more he angled your ass up making his cock push deep inside of you.

“Taiju oh fucked.. Mmmmm just like that, please don't stop.” You moaned louder. Your body was sinking into the bed more and more. “Don’t stop.” you kept repeating to him. “Please make me cum.”

“You wanna cum?” the signature grin planted on his face. “I wanna hear you scream whos fucking your good then you can cum.” “TAIJU SHIBA!!” you screamed out. You were so wrapped up in pleasure you kept screaming his name out. The more you kept moaning out loud his name the closer his own climax was coming. Your cunt tightened around his tempestuous cock making it harder for him to thrust into you.  “Fuck fuck I’m  gonna make me cum.” his own thrusting became sloppier as his orgasm was coming closer with each thrust. You couldn’t even hear him at one point as you felt tone deaf as your orgasm was hitting you hard. You lose your breath as you try to gasp for air.  Your body was lost in the delightful enrapture pleasure from your orgasm. He let out an animal-like growl just moments after you could feel his warm seed going deep inside of your cunt. Both of your bodies were a bit shaky from the intense orgasm.

Taiju looked down at you. Those strong feelings he harbored for you, in the beginning, were still there and would never leave. Through the ups and downs, you were there by his side. You would be one of his main priorities in life and will do anything for you. “I love you _____.” Taiju for before pressing his lips once more against yours.

[kakuchosindigenouswife]

please, any Mochi, Mucho, and/or Izana talk or content. ✨️P✨️L✨️E✨️A✨️S✨️E✨️

I beg. There is so little out there about them. It's depressing. Please, sir , could we have some more (of those 3)? We are so hungry and thirsty, and much aggrieved for it. 🥺

Yeah, this is something I can do tonight. Yes, it's all coming together... and I'm going to hell for this lol

Fresh Out: Kanji Mochizuki/ Yasuhiro Muto /Izana Kurokawa x Fem!Reader

wc: 1.3k

tw: office smut, oral, handjobs, blowjobs, edging, overstimulation, c*ck milking, you name it, we got it.

masterlist

Kanji "Mochi" Mochizuki

"Mochi..." Your fingers curl into a fist and knock on the professional's door. Mochi is in his chair, staring at the screen and solving what appears to be an unsolvable problem.

"What's going on, y/n?" Mochi asks distractedly, turning a little so he can see you walk into his office.

"We're out of creamer in the break room." Mochi turns away from his computer fully, his gaze trained on you. You look so upset, so desperate, but Mochi can't understand why you're in here and not complaining to the administrative assistant instead.

"I'm only IT," Mochi notes, gesturing at his computer. "Why don't you ask one of the interns to get some creamer for you?"

"My coffee will be cold by then." You pout, and Mochi sighs, feeling the urge to tell you "no" subside. Maybe he could do you this one favor. "I know you have the best creamer in here." His right hand slides up to wipe his face, but Mochi gets p anyways and moves towards the mini-fridge to reveal his secret stash.

"You can't tell anyone about this," he begins, opening the cold box with a grunt. "This is just a one-time thing. Do you want French vanilla or regular?"

"Ew." His eyes slide toward your figure, which is now leaning against the door, pressing it closed with a soft click. "I don't want that creamer."

"That's all I've got, princess," he quips, shutting the fridge door. "Looks like you'll have to drink it black."

"That's not what you told Annie last week." Mochi grips the door once more.

"I owed Annie a favor."

"You can do me one right now, and I'll owe you one next time." Mochi resists the devilish urge to take you up on the offer, but when you flip up your skirt and flash him - no underwear - Mochi forgets about the false show of genteel manners.

"You want it in the cup or in your mouth?"

"In my mouth. I'll wash it down with some coffee."

Mochi isn't sure why he's the hot item at the office, but as you bob up and down on his length and fondle your tits, he feels the masculine urge to not give a fuck crest.

"Fuck, just like that..." he whimpers, wrapping his fingers into your hair. "Suck a little harder, pumpkin." You apply as much pressure as you can, and he jerks, bucking into your mouth.

You gag slightly, drooling after Mochi's thrust as he stands up from his chair and holds your hair in one hand. He pistons his hips forward, touching the back of your throat with his tip. You make slurping noises and do things he's never felt a woman do to his cock before, and it coaxes his cream quickly.

"Yeah," Mochi moans, letting his cock throb angrily in your mouth as you swallow repeatedly. "Get every last drop." Once he finishes, you do as you said and wash his cum down with the coffee.

"Next time," you purr, wiping your mouth. "I'll ask you to give it to me straight, no chaser."

Yasuhiro "Mucho" Muto

"Mucho, are you listening?"

"I... Yeah," he grunts, trying to keep his composure in the group call. There's no video this time - thank God - but you're beneath his desk, on your knees, and sucking his cock roughly. If his boss wasn't so adamant about remote work, he would be totally fired.

Mucho mutes his mic and leans back to look at you. Your eyes are lidded - not quite shut - but it's obvious you're enjoying tormenting him.

"You seem to enjoy edging me."

"It keeps you sharp," you note, lips wrapped around his tip. "Keeps you alert for the sales pitch meeting."

Like hell they do. Mucho's found himself wired in front of clients, practically selling his own soul for a chance to cum inside of you if the sales went through. So now...

Mucho feels his muscles tighten. "Ah, ah..."

"Awww," you murmur under the table, changing from sucking him off to holding him by the balls. "Don't cum yet. It'll ruin the fun. I want to make a nice pie for you tonight. Do you think you can wait?"

Like hell I can. Mucho strains to hear anything besides your chiding voice, but when he comes down from his almost-high, he hears his name being mentioned in the work conversation.

"Alright, I'm going to make this sales pitch short and sweet so we can all get what we want." The hand around his cock shifts upward, and Mucho tries his best not to react. "I won't need any more than five minutes of your time."

"Mucho's fast and furious with his pitches," his boss notes with pride. "He's always been a man on a mission."

There's laughter, but no one knows Mucho's only mission is to drain his balls in your cunt tonight.

"Alright, gentleman, how about we turn to page three of the report?"

Izana Kurokawa

"One more orgasm for me... Then I'll let you get back to your duties."

Izana's earned this; he knows he's earned this milking for weeks. He's been nothing but the top performer in his field, the best person to have as a mentor, the best of the very best.

And you - his direct supervisor - knew it, too.

"You really worked hard this quarter, hm?" If anyone knew Izana - COO of your company - let you strap him to a contraption on the wall and blindfolded him while wringing his dick of every ounce of cum he produced that day, they'd never look at him the same way.

"I heard you gave your managers a nice... long break since they worked so hard."

"I did," Izana pants, working himself in your hand. He eases his hips back and forth, stimulating his prostate. "I worked so hard for you, y/n."

"I know you did, baby." You press your lips to his cockhead. Izana wants to moan as loud as he possibly can, but that would alert everyone to the things going on in your office. And the last guy that did that was quickly sacked and hasn't recovered.

You continue to stroke his cock with care, and Izana writhes back and forth, trying to fight off the sudden urge to cum and cover you with it, even though he couldn't see you. He'd already made a mess he'd have to clean up off of the carpet, but that would be after aftercare and cuddles and pressing his face into the crook of your neck.

He'd clean it up for you later.

"Are you going to cum for me?"

"Please," Izana croaks, a sheen of sweat breaking out on his face. "I want to cum for you."

"Cum for me..." Izana wants to; he desperately wants to tip over the edge one more time. "I know you want to," you hum, standing up and stroking his cock forcefully. "What if I let you cum in me?"

Izana cums so hard at the thought of even touching your pussy that he almost blacks out. His eyes roll into the back of his head, and you place a hand over his mouth as he lets go all over your plush thighs. He'd clean that up to, and with a joyful spirit. His tongue slaivates at the memory of cleaning your breasts after he came prematurely his first time. It tasted like heaven...

"That's a good boy... Ready for me to take you down?"

"Yes," Izana whimpers, parched and aching and needy. When you press the man against your chest, he exhales deeply, feeling the warmth of the love he thought he'd get from a mother figure. But alas, he's here with you, cumming to your tune.

"You did so good," you murmur, patting his head. "And you'll keep doing good for me."

"Yes," Izana breathes. "Yes, I will. Only for you."

[kakuchosindigenouswife]

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｡ﾟﾟ･｡･ﾟﾟ｡ 𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 . . . camboy souya, strangers to friends to lovers, fem reader, she / her pronouns used, masturbation, sex toys mentioned, dacryphilia, breathplay, belly bulge, multiple orgasms, dry humping, big dick souya, soft dom souya, oral sex ( f receiving ), bit of ooc souya + idc how tall u are, he is taller, pet name usage ( ex. pretty girl, sweet girl, princess, baby ), insomnia mention !

𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡 . . . 13.8k ( ໒꒰ྀི 𖦹 ˕ × ꒱ྀིა )

belladonna's 𝑛𝑜𝑡𝑒 . . . finally .ᐟ she is back :p few more warningzzz . . this is a leetol bit of self insertion but ‘s like . . veri veri loose ! title inspired by dis song aaaand souya’s twenty four ( 24 ) while reader is twenty two ( 22 ).

( ♡ ) — your name.

the first sex toy was created in the 1800’s; an electromechanical vibrator crafted by dr. joseph granville, used to treat female hysteria.

you hope he’s burning in hell.

wanting to work at a sex shop at twenty two years old wasn’t something you would have particularly answered at five years old when asked what you aspired to be. separating bottles of lube by scent, color, and tag labels, wiping down display dildos, and stocking prostate massagers are what you now call your day to day, unfortunately.

planted in a parking lot on the far corner beside a gym and chiropractor’s office, wet dreamz, z purposeful, drags in a decent amount of people. you have your regulars, mostly sex workers looking to try out new things, whether on other people or themselves, or replace some of their favorite trinkets. there’s the occasional classy and refined older lady who usually comes in to buy something simple. the single moms — they’re your favorite — they all have a certain . . . look, you figure out. and it’s never physical, most of them just carry a weirdly balanced aura of quiet stress and gentleness that always makes it quite hard for you to maintain your bitch-like façade when approached by one.

then the couples. the hate that swells within the expanse of your chest at the sound of the soft chimes indicating a customer entering the store, followed by soft giggles and a ‘stoppp, babe. c’mon,’ is simply unparalleled. well, hate . . . that’s a strong word. lets just put it as a strong, strong feeling of dislike.

“jealousy isn’t a nice look on you, ( ♡ ),” yuzuha constantly sings inside of your ear when you roll your eyes and plop your chin down into the cant of your soft palm while seated at the register as soon as you both hear a little whine followed by a gruff, ‘i’m not letting you put that inside me. forget it.’

“ ‘m not jealous,” you always grumble in reply, not missing her rolled eyes while she stumbles into the back storage room with two boxes almost taller than her held within her arms.

you consider helping her but because of her comment, you remain seated where you are, tapping your manicured fingers against the soft dough of your cheeks boredly.

the word jealous rings in your ear. you’re not. what do you possibly have to be jealous of? you’re . . . content with where you are in life. you have a nice apartment focused near downtown shibuya, you finished paying off your car note a few months ago which took a nice load off, you have a lazy calico named pucca whom you love very much. life doesn’t throw an awe-striking, heart-stirring adventure at you everyday but you’re okay with that. relationships get in the way. a partner would completely fuck up the routine you have going here and you really don’t need the stress that comes with having one.

at a rhythmic beep buzzing within the slot of your back pocket, you reach around and slip your phone from it to see 4.55 flashing at you. coincidentally, the couple whose voices seem to be grinding cheese graters against the surface of your eardrums are starting to walk up to the register with their little, handheld cart filled to the brim and you consider this perfect.

you plop down on your feet from the stool you were seated on to whip around, knock on the storage room door and softly shout, “yuzuha, i’m out! finish this transaction for me!”

at her groan you roll your lips into your mouth to keep from smiling before quickly slipping from behind the counter to scurry to the tiny breakroom beside the restroom focused in a little hallway between the walls of strap-on harnesses and edible lingerie. clocking out of work has to be your favorite part of the day, well, second to stepping past your doorframe and being greeted by a tiny chirrup and calf nuzzle by pucca.

“hi, baby boy,” you coo, dropping your keys and purse onto the small counter right beside your door, hearing it automatically close as you kick off your platform docs then bend to scoop the fuzzy kitty into your arms.

pucca’s a chunky boy coated with soft white fur with large patches of black and orange focused more so on his tail, sides, and ears than back. he slowly blinks at you when you nuzzle the tip of your nose against his tiny pink one and you give a slow blink back, hoping your ‘i love you’ is read loud and clear. “cutie.”

you allow him to jump from your arms and trot over to his cat tree that stood near the corner of your living room beside your large, circular window. “mommy’s had a long day, too.”

you’re tired. it seems like you’re always tired these days.

and it’s never physical exhaustion, no, you make sure your nine hours of sleep are maintained daily. it’s more . . . mental, and you’re never quite certain as to why. each time your brain wanders off on a tangent to figure it out, the reason always comes back blank and clean containing nothing. fuck it.

you’re out of the shower come six thirty, a hefty serving of leftover creamy chicken ravioli sits in your stomach by seven fifteen, and after a few episodes of your favorite netflix show, you’re nuzzled underneath the comforters inside your queen sized bed, prepared to do this all over again tomorrow.

only tonight you can feel that certain . . itch.

you’re staring at the bright disc of the moon through sheer curtains as you try to ignore it, but subsequently when trying to overlook the specific need proves no solution, you end up sighing, snatching your phone from its wireless charger off of your nightstand and opening up safari.

you desperately try to ignore the heat crawling up your chest and neck to spread across your cheeks and ears as you open up a private tab to shamefully type ‘ camstarz.com ‘ into the search bar. it’s not every night you do this — only once or twice a week and you feel embarrassed to finally admit it to yourself that you only open the site to watch him.

sleepy6lue.

camstarz is a pretty lowkey site. you stumbled upon it through one of those sketchy pop up ads on a more popular, well-known site one late evening and after scrolling through profile after profile you stumbled upon him. “sleepy blue,” you had whispered underneath your breath, staring at a circular icon image of just a shot of most likely his hand with a rectangular pic of a pair of pretty blue eyes blown up behind it.

‘i’m just here,’ his bio had read.

back then, maybe two months ago when you had first discovered him, he was ranked seventy two out of one hundred with eighteen thousand subscribers — a pretty solid fanbase compared to the more up and coming cam stars.

you had clicked on a random three minute video with a blacked out thumbnail to see what he had to offer. the video had started out with some shuffling and tumbles before a hand was pulling back from the camera to reveal blue seated on what looked like a bench. instead of facing forward, one leg was planted on either side so that they were agape. all you could see was half of his torso and his crotch; he was wearing a hoodie and jeans. you weren’t sure of the color because the video had been filtered to a gloomy black and white.

on first glance you automatically knew he was a tease, or rather, he liked teasing.

his fingers, nimble and slender, had slowly rubbed up and down across the protruding bulge of his cock through his jeans before he had gave a shaky, little sigh.

clearly he’s sensitive, too.

“i should stop.”

you had jolted a little in bed at the sound of his voice — soft and pretty, peppered with a soft rasp that you could tell was natural and not because he was purposely trying to make his voice sound attractive — it just . . was attractive.

your thighs clenched.

“i know you guys like when i tease,” he utters. “but, mmph, had a long fuckin’ day.”

his fingers are slender but they move with a slight briskness when undoing his belt that had made you whimper. he seemed impatient. the video fades into a cut where the zipper of his jeans and fabric of his briefs are tucked underneath his balls.

you mewled again and had to shove fingers past your pouty lips to suckle on them at the sight of his cock.

it stands strong and upright . . he easily looks about eight inches length wise and you knew your lips would burn with the utter stretch of just the tip if he were to glide inside of your little mouth because of how thick he is, too.

he’s evil, you thought. because he lifted his hoodie and underneath the thick fabric is a plain of freckle dusted abs. he isn’t necessarily cut, his body reminded you of a swimmer’s or runner’s — he’s just carved enough to make saliva pool along the surface of your tongue at the simple thought of getting to run it down the crevices that sculpt them.

when he finally started to stroke his cock is when you shoved one of your decorative pillows between your legs, rolled over onto your tummy, and started to grind at the pace he set. most times he starts off slow, wanting to bask in the feel of his own fingers thumbing with the small slit that sits upon the crown of his tip or even roll his soft sac between them but, in this video, as he said ‘he had a long fucking day.’

he had released a soft ptuh so that a thick dollop of saliva could sloppily land on his tip then he was rolling his palm over it to coat his shaft before starting to stroke.

my god, you had thought.

he’s shameless.

worked himself nice and steady, uncaring if the rub got too dry ‘cause he’d only spit again to make it messy. even through the black and white filter, you could tell that his tip was flushed an angry red that continuously hid underneath the thin shield of his foreskin of each tight upstroke. he leaks like crazy. precum dribbles down his knuckles and squelches between his fingers.

and his moans. you could’ve came from the sound alone.

“mm,” he mewled. “damnit . . ‘m gonna c-cum already.”

your hips had moved with him, grinding your needy clit over and over the rumpled corner of the pillow until you had began to see blurred white borders materialize around your vision. and when he had started to fuck up into his own fist? hips waving up then down which made his abs roll and tauten over and over again, you had came with a soft scream — had to bite your pillow to muffle it.

“you watchin’?” you could hear his pretty voice drifting past the loud ringing in your ears as your legs spasm and shake between satin sheets. “watch me.” you manage to creak open your lids so that your blurry eyes could focus on the pretty guy on your screen. his fist had stroked once, twice — before the first shot of cum spurts out of his tip and to the bench.

he whines when he cums — makes you whine with him — and curses like a sailor. “f-fuck . . mm shit, damnit … ” his voice goes all shaky to resemble his hand that slowly squeezes the last leaky, thick droplets out of his cock until they gather and drip down his fingers to his emptied balls. “y-yeah.” sometimes he likes to let the camera catch his softening cock that likes to grow limp and lay against his thigh, but in this vid, he pulled his dirtied hand away, tsk’d, and flicked a few strings of cum off of his fingers as if it was an annoying piece of lint on him and not his own semen. “alright,” he had chuckled softly, letting his hoodie drop to hide his stunning body line. “ ‘m gonna head on home now.”

present day sleepy6lue now sits on rank six out of one hundred with four hundred thousand subscribers and sixteen new videos more than that first one you watched.

he had grew dramatically and still does day by day.

you had learned that he likes to post late in the evening — late being two, three, and four am. he seems to only film in public too. parks, libraries, inside of his seemingly expensive car while at an empty gas station.

when the horniness ebbs off and leaves you looking at those pretty blue eyes blown up on his profile, you like to stare at the dark lines that interlineate them, simply wondering.

“there’s a stock of new harnesses, condoms, and lube coming in,” mitsuya sets a clipboard down on the counter of the register you sit behind of and gives you a little smile. “it should be here by four and i’ll be gone which’ll leave you, emma, and atsushi. you just have to sign for it, we’ll place everything on the shelves tomorrow.”

if you had to find a single word to describe mitsuya it’d be … caring. your manager is bizarrely kind — he’s understanding of your work schedule, doesn’t bitch when you call in sick, allows you to eat little snacks while on the clock; he’s so strangely nice that a slight thought of him being a murderer pops into your brain here and there. but when he gives you a smile which makes his under eyes crease and push them closed into cute crescents, the muse is immediately pushed from your brain. a face belonging to a person like that wouldn’t murder anyone, you’re sure of it.

“okay,” you twist back and forth on your stool while popping a mini cheese ritz cracker into your mouth. “who’s going to be on schedule tomorrow?”

“why are you wondering?” he playfully scoffs, all while lifting a sheet of paper on the clipboard to check. “uh, it’ll be ‘michi, hinata, atsushi, and hakkai, why?”

at the mention of the store’s two, pining lovebirds you coo a long “oooooh!” while grinning and shaking your shoulders. “you think you’re so slick, don’t you? putting ‘michi and hinata on the same schedule, you know they’re gonna be too busy tripping over their own feet and eye fucking each other rather than working, takashi.”

he rolls his eyes and swats you over the head softly with a rolled up magazine while rounding the counter to head to the stock room. “consider me cupid. the more shifts they have, the better. hopefully one of ‘em will finally make a move on the other.”

distantly you hear the chime of the store door while you’re tossing another cracker up in the air to catch with your mouth. “doubt that.”

when the door behind you closes with a small click, you hum and twist in your stool to look at the small screen beside the register that shows a twelve-squared grid of different angles of the store through security cameras. there’s — you count softly underneath your breath, — only four people in the shop right now which isn’t surprising.

wet dreamz’s ‘rush hour’ isn’t ‘til around four to six ‘o clock and it’s only two. you take the downtime to hum, finish your snack, toss the emptied packet in the trash can and start organizing the condoms that sit on the counter by their package color out of boredom.

“excuse me.”

you want to audibly sigh, yet you can only settle for subtly rolling your eyes before lifting your head.

“can i get some help?”

you blink.

the way your heart seems to thud harder and harder against the cage of your ribs confuses you. “. . yeah?” you had asked quietly, staring up into baby blues that seem all too familiar to you. “yeah? sure.” you try again after clearing your throat and straightening your spine, hoping, oddly, that you hadn’t came off rude with your previous low tone. “how can i help you?”

the guy in front of you looks . . mean.

a wild fro of sea-blue curls sits atop his head with a few falling down his forehead into furrowed brows. he seems to almost be glaring at you and you’re fully prepared to calmly offer a, ‘no, i am sorry, sir but i’m unable to take your return nor offer an exchange,’ when he softly says, “can you . . can i just show you? i don’t know why i didn’t bring the packages with me.” his voice is airy and light, certain words streaked over with a small rasp.

your own eyes start to squint because why the absolute fuck does he sound so familiar?

when you nod, he actually gives you a polite smile and waits for you to round the counter so that he can lead you to aisle four — the aisle where vibrators and cocksleeves are stocked. with him only a step in front of you, you notice that he’s quite . . tall . . and lanky. maybe six foot two?, you assume.

“i just need a professional’s opinion — you’re like a professional right?” he takes hold of two boxes with two large hands, fingers on each adorned with an assortment of silver rings that tinkled prettily when rubbed together. the boxes he holds are packages of fleshlights.

at his question, you grow slightly embarrassed, “ . . i guess so.”

he smiles.

you hadn’t known someone so pretty could become even prettier but the guy in front of you does. the simple action softens up his entire face and two, light, identical dimples dip into doughy, freckled cheeks and your heart absolutely skips several beats.

“okay,” he gives a soft chuckle. “i need to know which one’s better. this one? the . . aviator?” he holds up a brown flesh toned one. “or this one? the, uhm, commander?” this one’s entirely translucent.

you swallow and really, desperately try not to think about this man’s penis deep inside of one — god, you know it’s pretty — and take hold of both boxes to see for yourself. the aviator offers a three inch wide, seven inch long insert, a ‘sucking’ feel, and an inner feel made up of ‘superskin.’ while the commander’s lined with stimulating sucking superskin rings, a twist base to adjust the level, and an eight inch long insert.

“i’d go with the commander,” you give a small, toothless smile and hold up the box. “it’s, uhm, more . . versatile.”

he’s staring at you. you find that as much as you find it intimidating, the shivers that crawl up and down the length of your spine isn’t ‘cause you’re scared . . his full attention on you makes you feel a little . . respected, honestly, like he actually cares about what you have to say.

“y’think so?” he seems to whisper before grabbing both boxes, looking at them again himself then setting the aviator down. “alright,” he smiles again and you have to look away for your own sanity. “i’ll take it.”

on your way back to the register, you can hear him shuffling and picking up things as you walk but it’s not until you round the counter and take your seat to start scanning that you see just what they all were.

“i know,” he murmurs, “it’s a lot. sorry if i made your job a little difficult, today.”

what sits atop the counter in front of you are several bottles of lube, two boxes of condoms, the fleshlight, a cocksleeve, and hand held vibrator. “it’s fine. it’s what i do, i guess.” you scan quietly and he stands before you, watching, while tapping his fingers on the counter slowly. you can tell he’s not impatient, just waiting, so you take the slight moment of silence to look up and, just your luck, he’s staring right at you again.

only, this time, you both look away ashamedly at the same time and his cheeks flush a little pink while at it. “thank you for helping me,” he says. “you didn’t have to so i appreciate it . . i had a long fuckin’ day so far.”

long fucking day . . . long fucking day.

“sleepy blue?” the name had flew out of your mouth with a passing thought and it makes you quickly slap both hands to it with widened eyes as you take in his expression.

it’s him, it’s really fucking him.

his face doesn’t really change . . only his cheeks and ears go a little bit pinker and he straightens up his posture to give a small, “ahh,” while pulling his wallet from his back pocket. “shit — oh my god,” he chuckles and looks down. “you, uh, you know me?”

“i’m so sorry,” you quickly bag his items while mentally kicking your foot so far up your own ass that it sticks out from your mouth. stupid, stupid, stupid. “that’ll be 128.57.”

“it’s fine.” he taps his card against the reader. it’s laminated platinum you notice. “you are the first though.”

really? “really?” you’re shocked and it’s read all over your pretty face.

he — sleepy blue? blue? — nods and slides his wallet back inside of his pocket. his curls bounce with the movement and now that he’s in front of you, you really don’t know how you didn’t notice the moment you had heard his voice. his curls are a dead giveaway.

on camstarz, he rarely ever goes live, however when he does, he usually wears a mask with a hoodie or beanie and even so, they can barely sustain the unruly coils that lay underneath them. you had always noticed a blue curl or two, thought that they were maybe part of his hoodie?, you never really knew, but this makes much more sense.

“yeah,” he takes his bag when you hand it to him and gives you a small smile. “makes me happy to know someone so pretty watches my streams. thanks for helping me again.”

he doesn’t wait for you to reply this time. he turns away and walks down an aisle, back towards the exit and you’re left sitting at the counter, confounded, mouth left seemingly permanently agape with your disbelief.

the shock doesn’t wear off. you don’t think it ever will. it’s like a leech, stuck against the sticky chamber of your heart that constantly feels like it keeps dropping into the barrel of your tummy as his voice plays in your head over and over and over again.

when you get home, you try to forget that it ever happened.

because underneath the shock lies an otherworldly amount of embarrassment that makes your shoulders rise up to your ears and body curl into itself as you recall yourself blurting out ‘sleepy blue’ again and again. sometimes you wish you could just rewind time to keep certain things from ever happening, however, unfortunately, life doesn’t work that way.

it keeps going and going, throwing twists and turns and bombshells. and,

‘sleepy6lue is now live! don’t miss out on the fun & join now!’

. . . is a bombshell.

you’re left staring wide eyed at the notification in bed with a bowl of ice cream in hand. it’s eleven pm, the earliest he’s ever gone live before. your heart is racing so fast that it makes you have to sit your bowl down just to press your hand against your chest to somehow regain your previous composure as a trembling thumb hovers over the slowly jumping icon, daring you to press it.

“god.” you do.

and he’s staring at you again. pretty blue eyes more pronounced due to the black starkness of the mask he wears, shielding freckled, dimpled cheeks, pink, pouty lips, and a charmingly-etched jawline. he has on a beanie tonight, a neutral cream that stands out against the teal-green nanoleaf panel lights he has laid in an abstract pattern across his wall behind him.

he lounges back comfortably in a gaming chair, tapping his finger against the armrest like the way he did the counter earlier today while he stared at you bagging his items, and sways his legs in and out, watching comments start to rush in along the side of his screen.

“hm . .” he leans in closer and you tilt yourself a little bit back as if he was actually in front of you. “thirty thou within two minutes, nice,” his eyes crinkle a bit at the corners. you’re reminded of his pretty smile. “i’ll wait ‘til we get to fifty before we start. is that okay, guys?” he tilts his head — how adorable, you can’t help but notice — and reads some of the comments in response to his question.

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he sucks in some air through his teeth, leans back in his seat, and hums again. “my day?” he twists his chair back and forth and starts to thumb with the ring on his index finger while he thinks about the question. “i just . . ran errands today,” he says softly. “i’m sure you all know that i barely sleep so, most of the time i’m low on energy, but today, i felt a little active so i decided to why not use it?”

the view count is jumping up to the forties.

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“yeah,” he leans his head on a fist so that he can idly twirl a curl around his fingers, then in a low, sing-song like voice, he adds, “i did.”

your eyes catch 50.1k and you pull your knees up to your chest right when he pulls at the neckline of his hoodie and catches it too. “ ‘kay, we’re at fifty thousand now,” he straightens up. “i hope you guys had a good day, too. make sure to eat something and drink water . . and don’t be like me, get some sleep after this, alright? you have to promise me. blue wants to see promises.”

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you can tell that he’s smiling beneath his mask.

“you guys are so cute,” he utters gently. “so cute . . and all mine, right?”

you clench your thighs.

god, no. how easy it is for him to tip toe a line between cute and hot, adorable and risqué, shouldn’t be possible. his fingers start to play with the drawstrings that holds his sweats up on his hips and he seems to be staring at the camera as if he could see right through it — as if he could see you. “i wanna overstim myself today,” his voice rasps quietly. “went to a sex shop today and bought a bunch of new stuff.”

his fingers pull a string to loosen the loop and have his sweats sag off of his slim hips — you have to bite your finger to keep from whimpering when he pushes them down and reveals he hadn’t been wearing any underwear.

he’s already half hard, twitching against his thigh with his foreskin still shielding his angry, red tip from thousands of greedy eyes.

“there was this employee there.”

your heart stops . . you’re absolutely positive it does, albeit for a second, it still does. but, just in case, to not get your hopes up, you shake your head and try to convince yourself that maybe he was talking about emma, or even mitsuya.

“she helped me pick out my new things.” you know it’s you. he spits into his palm and grips his cock almost painfully tight. “oh my god,” he whispers underneath his breath with his eyes rolling back into his head as he pauses, seemingly tries to grab his bearings. “ ‘m not . . well, i don't think ‘m a bad person. i try to . . be polite and kind, but,” he swallows and starts to stroke himself. his thighs give a strong twitch. “the things i thought while she talked to me,” he gives a breathy chuckle and lets his head fall back against the headrest of his chair. “i feel like i should apologize to her.”

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“she was fuckin’ . . mmph,” his eyes roll back into his skull and he starts to stroke his cock faster, opening his legs wider to make sure the second camera he has positioned pointing towards his groin gets a good look of milky, muscled thighs and a thick, long cock between them. “her lips . . my fuckin’ god,” a dense tendon in his thigh clenches and it makes your entire body do the same. “f-first thing i noticed about her . . and her eyes . . her f-fuckin’ smell, the way she fuckin’ talked, and how she walked . .”

he cums.

it’s shocking. he cums with a high, little hiccupy moan as shot after shot after shot of white semen with the consistency of honey shoots up into the air with some landing on his soft, grey, nike hoodie and falling back down over his thighs and some on the chair between his legs. you hadn’t even know you were holding your breath this entire time until you start to pant right along with him as he tries to calm down. he seems . . . out of it.

a chunk of the reason why he gained so many subscribers within such a short amount of time is because it’s known that his stamina is out of this world. within only a twelve minute video, he had managed to cum four times without getting soft for even a second.

tonight, you can tell when the camera catches on a small twitch which makes his cock bob, you think that he’ll probably break his own record.

he plays with his cum on his fingers for a moment — glides featherlight touches along his tip while staring at the chat through long, thin lashes before rubbing his fingers against each other which makes the metal and platinum rings he has encircled around them chime and twinkle prettily.

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he laughs — it’s soft and breezy while his head rolls back on his shoulders. “okay, okay, i see,” he hums and lets it drop back forward while running his dirtied hand over his thigh.

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“because of the brats in the chat tonight, angel, i can’t,” he leans a little closer to the camera so that his blue, doe eyes are more clearer. your tummy feels like it’s flipping, because within gorgeous, sapphire blue is a lurking darkness that you come to realize is usually veiled. it shows itself properly when his eyebrows dip in just a little closer and his smile drops from behind his mask, leaving just piercing eyes watching the chat start to roll in whiny apologies and pouty faces. “now, see,” he lounges back again, voice a little quieter. “i had thought that there’d be good boys, girls, and angels in the chat, but i guess i was wrong.”

you swallow where you’re sitting. you can practically feel displeasure and irritation rolling off of him in waves that’s managing to seep through both of your cameras to you. it’s utterly sick how bad you wish you were there in that room with him, seated upon strong thighs, with your head tucked into the pocket of his neck that you’d kiss and whimper apologies into, hoping he’d accept them, and you weren’t even the one in the wrong.

“i’m not overstimming myself tonight.” he sits quietly with his head leaned almost boredly onto his shoulder while he watches the chat erupt into chaos.

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he rolls his eyes, “you guys are fuckin’ spoiled, i’m starting to see it now.”

he reaches off camera for something and your eyes almost balloon out of your skull when you see that it’s the fleshlight you had recommended him and a bottle of lube. “i’m going to edge,” he drags a line down the length of his cock with the gel-like substance, strokes it over his shaft evenly then aligned the opening of the toy right on his crown. he pushes it down just enough to where the top is only engulfed then looks at the chat again. “you’re gonna edge with me, hm? gonna be good for blue again?”

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when he pushes the fleshlight down to his base, you feel your cunt clench around nothing which only oozes out another rush of slick, adding to the mess that’s starting to dampen your inner thighs. you don’t want to touch yourself — you weren’t even suppose to be watching this long. but, it’s hard to tear your eyes from him.

he rotates his wrist and pushes the toy up and down at a constant pace, not too fast nor slow. and because of it being translucent, thousands of eyes can see the way the rings work his cock; massaging and sucking against him which has him starting to slowly buck up into it as if it were a real pussy above him. “oh, fuck,” he gently curses beneath his breath, tilting his head back against his seat as he keeps the fleshlight still so that he can only move his hips and stroke up into it. “that’s it,” he breathes. “b-be good f’me . . let blue use your sloppy, fuckin’ hole until he’s done.”

figuring there’s no point in just watching, you whimper and shove your hand down your little boyshorts, "oh my god." you’d just be teasing yourself for no clear reason.

your little fingers rub and rub at your pulsing clit, slipping and sliding off of it here and there because of so much slick you’re producing which makes you whine. the sounds emitting from your phone’s speakers are lewd — loud squelches of pre cum and lube dripping out from around the fleshlight, breathy moans and curses, muted squeaks of a gaming chair rocking back and forth.

your middle finger’s sliding deep into your pussy without much resistance at the same time his other hand cups both of his swollen balls. his eyes creak open in the slightest, staring into the lens of his camera, into yours . . and you know that underneath his mask, the slightest little smile lifts the corner of his lips.

and thirty minutes later, after edging yourself four times and orgasming so hard that you see kaleidoscopic stars dancing behind your closed eyelids, you power your phone off and let it fall from your hand, uncaring that it hits your carpeted floor with a dull thud and heave for breath while staring up at your whirling ceiling fan.

even through a fuzzy mind and post-orgasmic murk, you’re absolutely, one hundred percent positive of two things — he is dangerous and you undeniably and incontrovertibly want him.

the next day’s sunday and you’re always off on sundays.

you spend it taking care of things you’re normally too tired to get done with during the week. you do some laundry, meal prep, take pucca to the vet appointment you scheduled last month for his physical, go grocery shopping, and scrub down your bathroom and kitchen til they’re sparkling clean since the two seem to always get so messy every other day.

it’s . . productive — you feel productive. and because of you being so busy, he barely runs through your mind if it isn’t the sound of his broken voice going ‘a-awe fuck . . yeah,’ out of nowhere that you’re always swift to banish away with a quick shake of your head.

you find that as much as you like your home, and as much as a soi-distant homebody you are, you’re aware of the fact that a person shouldn’t be always holed up at their apartment if they’re not at work, and vice versa. even though you had soaked up enough vitamin d and done enough socializing today to get you through another week, you still, to a certain extent, force yourself to get out of the house to take a short walk down the street of your apartment to your favorite cafe.

the sun and its rays fleet by the time you’re close to it, leaving behind imminent, ashen grey clouds that starts to spread across blue skies, darkening the entire city. you sigh. rain; you’re not very fond of rain if you weren’t spending the day at home. wet shoes and clothes, sharp, cold winds, slick roads and traffic . . you’d rather die, honestly.

when you walk through the doors of the cafe, you’re greeted by a wave of comforting heat and a distant ‘welcome’ from one of the busy baristas. you adore it here. there’s an ignited fireplace focused near the left side of the establishment with small tables and chairs nearby that a few college students and couples occupied. the right contained booths for larger parties.

you walk up to the queue and pull your phone out to busy yourself with a childish mobile game while waiting. vacantly, you hear the swinging door behind you open with a light bell toll which makes you take a tiny step forward to give the person behind you a good amount of space to further enter the shop without being so close to the door. by the time you make it to the front of the line, you have passed two boards of candy crush so you place your phone back in your pocket with content and give the kind-faced barista a small smile before saying, “uhm, can i get a large caramel macchiato, light on the foam with—“

“—three pumps of cinnamon syrup?”

your eyebrows furrow in close at the voice behind you citing your exact order as if they, themselves, had ordered it a million times before. you turn your head around to take a look and — of course, there he is. the blue-haired, dimple-cheeked, freckle faced camboy who’s been plaguing your dreams for days now gives you a soft smile with a slight ruffle of his curls by his hand so that they can fall into his eyes. “that’s my . .” he takes a step up so that he’s standing beside you. his smile never leaves his face. “that’s my, uh, order too. i thought i knew you, i’ve been standing behind you trying to figure it out for the longest.”

you want to say something, you desperately do, but you’re stuck again. your tongue can only move against the roof of your closed mouth as he turns to the barista, makes it two, then pays before looking at you again and tilting his head towards the tables near the fireplace. “do you wanna sit together?”

“. . . sure.”

he leads you over to a little table a good distance away from the fire so that you can both be warm without getting too hot. he takes his seat and you take yours, and he loosens the slate grey scarf he wore so that it’s no longer wrapped around and just hangs from the back of his neck. “it’s nice seeing you here,” he softly starts while placing his hands on the table.

he’s wearing rings on most of his fingers again and he begins to twist the one on his index back and forth, something you notice he does a lot.

“yeah, you too,” you reply quietly. “i like it here. they’re super nice … and the coffee’s good.”

he doesn’t say anything at first, just gives a small “hm,” while staring at you. “shit — uh, my name, i’m souya,” even holds his hand out for a proper handshake as his cheeks go peachy.

souya.

you give him your name and slip your hand within his, pleasantly shocked to feel that it’s soft, warm, and a bit damp. he’s nervous, you come to realize, and you’re not sure why. “so, uh, i went by the shop earlier today and you weren’t there.”

your heart skips a beat, just a tiny one, at the thought of him visiting your job just to see you, but you know that that’s a probability by a long shot. “yeah, i was off today — just ran some errands and stuff.”

“yeah,” he huffs a little laugh as if he were embarrassed and rubs the back of his neck. “i figured.”

“so, how was your day?”

souya nibbles at his bottom lip, pink and plush, the action makes one of his dimples crater into his cheeks and — god, he’s so pretty. he’s so pretty and you’re positive that he doesn’t even know it. “went to visit my brother over by shinjuku for a while, but that’s really it.”

you like talking to him, “you have a brother?”

he nods. it seems like at the mention of him, he gets a little bit more comfortable. “a twin. he’s older.”

it seems like you both talk for hours. you even stay past when the barista hands you both your orders, simply getting to know one another. he tells you about his brother and his friends, his life growing up in tokyo, and what he does while he’s not camming — helps his brother run a country-wide chain of noodle restaurants which completely blows your mind when first told. “so . . you’re like . . very well off, souya.”

he glances away which grinning, “i’m . . i’m comfortable.”

you’re sure he is, “if you’re ‘comfortable,’” you lift and drop the cardboard cup sleeve around your, now, lukewarm coffee. “why do you cam?”

something in his face shifts — he doesn’t get angry or defensive; if anything, he looks down at his cup of coffee for a moment before shrugging and looking back up at you. there’s a slight smirk on his face and his eyes dance something . . . dark. it has the blood running through your veins igniting, turning plasma into molten lava that rushes up to your cheeks and heats them hot.

when he speaks again, his voice is soft, more so than usual; he’s talking like it’s a shared secret between the two of you, “you know how when you were a kid, your parents would tell you not to do something … and them telling you not to just makes you want to do it even more . .” he asks, leaning back comfortably in his seat the way he does his gaming chair. “doesn’t matter if you liked doing it or not. i think it’s just something about being told no . . and knowing that i shouldn’t do it that makes it more fun. don’t you agree?”

you nod. you’re not even sure why, but you do. you’re entranced by him in every single way, and you’re confident in knowing that the little bud inside of your core that’s starting to sprout into something much, much more intense is a fucking crush.

souya smiles, lifts one arm, drops it with a smack to his side, then shakes his head as if dismissing the conversation, “i don’t know . . anyways,” he looks out of the window which makes you do the same. it’s pouring outside and you hadn’t even realized, too caught up in cyanic blue eyes, small chuckles, and a honeyed voice. “i like talking to you.”

you look back forward to see him staring at you with eyes that reflected yours — kind, captivated — and you almost melt where you sit. “i did too, souya.”

“no,” he simply says with his lips raising to a grin. “i like talking to you, no past tense. i’d like to do this again.”

you’re rendered speechless for what feels like the thousandth time today, watching him pull out his phone, open it, then pause, “can i have your number?”

fuck yes. “y-yeah, sure.”

your number is saved into his phone and his into yours. minutes later, you both exit the cafe together and he offers you a ride home in his car which he points to, a glossy, obsidian black lexus lc coupe parked a few establishments down. but you politely turn him down, noting when his face falls into something more concerned which makes you explain that you only lived a few blocks away. he still seemed a little weary of you having to walk alone in a storm but with a gentle ‘i’ll be fine,’ he’s letting you go with a short nod.

texting souya slips into your weekly routine before it becomes daily, and seeing souya becomes weekly before that becomes every other day — souya kawata quietly and unelaborately slips into your entire routine, gets comfortable, and molds his way into your life like he’d been here from the very start.

it’s … different. he’s different.

he makes you feel things you’ve never felt before, whether that be slight irritation in how he absolutely loves popping up at your job unannounced just to lean on the counter and talk to you all soft and quietly the way he always does which makes you get all shy and feel fuzz grow in your tummy or even bona fied, unadulterated happiness when he calls you when you get home just to make sure you made it safe.

you’re aware that you both begin to tip toe into this scary, unknown territory three months into your friendship when your crush on him begins to bloom and expand into something more. you know it does because when souya lets out a disgusting burp loud enough to shake your entire complex at nine pm after a shared pizza and soda pop, you, surprisingly, don’t get repulsed by it which you know you would have if it had been anyone else — you find it cute?, which puts a lot of things in perspective.

you find yourself excited to text him which is another thing you’ve never experienced before. you like hearing him talk about his life and how he manages the noodle shops’ finances all from home at his desk. you like watching him lounge back in the gaming chair you’ve seen him jerk himself off in almost a dozen times while you both facetime as his fingers tap and click at his keyboard and mouse. the expensive headphones he wears push all of his curls back and reveals his smooth forehead and thick, angry eyebrows that makes him look all mean and vicious.

but, then his eyes meet yours through his phone screen and you can literally see his face melt into one of fondness and you really like that, too.

souya kawata has came and simply turned your life upside down, and you don’t know how to feel about it.

“what are you smiling at?” he grumbles through the phone, watching you hum and walk back and forth past your phone that seemed to be propped up against something inside of your kitchen beside the stove.

“none of your business.”

his fingers click quickly on his mouse to quickscope an opponent, hearing his friends cursing in his ears which he chooses to ignore to instead focus on you. you were cooking as you do every other day when you get off of work, dressed in a huge, band tee. souya’s sure in the fact that you like teasing him. you’ve bent over a few times just shy of the camera lens and as gentlemanly as he is, souya can only take so much. “none of my business, huh?”

you nod while shaking some black pepper into the skillet in front of you, “yup,” you pop the last syllable to emphasize the word. “don’t worry about it, souya.”

he thinks you like his name. you say it a lot, and you always sing it like, soyyyAh!

it’s cute — makes him want to push you down and shove your legs up until your ankles meet your ears — but it’s cute, nonetheless.

“mmm,” he hums, focusing back on his game as you click the burner off, sprinkle some shredded cheese on your dish then place a top on it so that the steam could help melt it.

when the first round of the game is completed, he finds you looking at him with your arms folded on the counter and your head slightly tilted. he grows flustered, “what?”

“nothin’.”

“liar.”

“what’re you gonna do about it?”

just shy underneath his breath he utters, “pin you down and make you—“

“—hm?”

he shakes his head, watching the second round begin on his pc screen, “nothing. how was work?”

you inhale through your mouth and blow it out harshly, it makes your chubby cheeks go round and fat and souya feels his heart rush. “work was . . okay.”

“okay?” his focus is back on the game but his ears are only open to you. “why? usually it’s, ‘it was good, souya,’ ‘same ol’, same ol’ souya.’”

you rub your thumb across your manicured nail, “i don’t know. jus’ . . i got flirted with by this guy and, i don’t know, he wasn’t annoying or ugly or anything, but i just got uncomfy and i’ve been a bit off all day, i guess.” when even thinking about it again, you feel put-off.

souya likes that — your honesty. you never hold back on your feelings or thoughts, you like talking things out. it’s refreshing. “flirted with, hm?” his fingers jab a little bit harder at his mouse and keys.

“yeah,” you quietly reply. “he was tall . . and sweet, had brown hair and hazel eyes . . looked strong, too.”

“i bet.”

you catch his attitude immediately. you tilt your head even further to the side, stare at him for a moment, then start to smile, “souya.”

he’s quiet.

his eyes are glued to his screen and you doubt he’s even listening to you anymore.

“souya . . . .” you try again. “souya!”

“what, ( ♡ )? what?” he articulates with his eyebrows dipping low where they meet. he looks upset. it makes you pout and bury your face into your arm.

“you’re being mean. are you upset with me?”

he answers bluntly, “no. i just don’t want to hear about that shit.”

your eyebrows dip low too, “. . why not? we’re friends. friends talk about this stuff.”

and in the most calmest tone with his eyes remaining focused on the screen as his index finger clicks at his mouse, he says, “you know we’re not just fuckin’ friends.”

his words make you pause and you can hear them echoing inside of your brain. out of shock, you huff a small laugh and straighten your posture. “. . . we’re not?” your heart’s beating so hard that it hurts, it feels like it’s in your ears.

“we’re not.”

a beat of silence passes. you look at your pasta, realizing you’re not even hungry anymore. thoughts are rushing through your head at an all time speed, turning them all jumbled and into gibberish yet there’s only one thing that makes sense. you swallow nervously, “. . can you come over?”

souya’s face goes that familiar soft . . his expression relaxes and his lips lift at the corners. you hear the game narrator firmly shout, ‘cleared!’ as he takes off his headphones and sets them down. his hand reaches up to ruffle his curls back down across his forehead and a little into his eyes and he leans his cheek on his fist while staring at you silently for a moment, “you want me to come over?”

he’s asking it in a tone resembling, ‘are you sure?’

you nod, “mhm, yes,” then more gently, “p-please?”

he smiles and you watch him stand, walk off screen then you hear the sound of keys before he’s grabbing his phone. “i’ll be there in a bit, alright?”

“okay, souya.”

with the call disconnected, you’re left standing silently in the kitchen for a moment, letting the repercussions of what you had just done soak into you for a moment. “shit!” you hiss when it all hits. he’s coming over. souya’s been over your house maybe three to four times but you know that this time is different. something’s going to happen and you’re not completely sure what, and that doesn’t help even so. “shit!”

and so you tear off your oversized tee which leaves you in nothing but your underwear which you cover with a pair of tiny, pink shorts and then slip into a white, cropped cami. you’re making sure that the living room is all neat and pucca’s bowls are full of food and fresh water twenty minutes later when your doorbell rings. you jump which makes pucca jump and scramble up into the sanctuary of his cat tree. “thanks a lot,” you grumble with a pout while walking over to the door, twisting a few locks and opening it.

souya stands on the other side, dressed in a pair of tan, baggy khakis, layered long sleeve tee, vans, and a beanie. you always tease him for how he dresses — how he reminds you of a skater boy which makes him just roll his eyes and flick your nose. you only tease because you like it so much. it fits him. “hey,” he smiles and you smile, too.

“hi.” you allow him entry and he steps inside to kick off his shoes and align them beside the rack of others. he sets his keys and phone down on the table and you’re inhaling a slow, shaky breath while taking your time locking the door.

you had thought he’d be annoyed with you not knowing what you wanted or what to do, but when you turn around, he’s plopping down on your couch and reaching for the tv remote, “c’mon,” he pats the space beside him. “let’s watch that show you’re always talking about.”

your nerves seem to settle when you take a seat beside him and curl your legs underneath your butt. because you smell him — clean linen, morning dew fabric softener, and peppermint cologne and you’re leaning and leaning and leaning until you find yourself nuzzled into his side which he welcomes happily. he brings you close by the waist and kisses the top of your head and you bury your face into his chest to hide your smile because you just feel so, so happy.

“souya?” he hears you whispering minutes later with your chin pressed against his pec to look up at him. your lips are glossed and plump and they shine underneath the ghoulish, pale blue light emitting from the television screen.

“hm?”

you don’t say anything and that’s okay. he’s patient with you. he stays quiet and watches you frown a bit, as if you were upset with yourself, before you were leaning in and smacking a soft kiss to his collarbone. souya’s eyebrows lift. but, you keep doing that, kissing up his neck to his jawline, across his cheek and then you stop at his lips. “. . can i—“

he grabs you by the face with one hand to firmly push his into yours in a rush of scorching hot fervency. he kisses you like he’s . . angry, not with you, but with himself. he kisses you like you’re oxygen and he’s been out of air for weeks. his lips are warm and soft, terribly soft, you hate him for it because now that you’ve gotten a taste, you’re sure that you’re never going to get enough. they taste like strawberries from the chapstick he always wears and you can’t help but toss one knee over him into the couch cushion to take a seat right on his lap where his thighs open a bit to fit you perfectly.

his teeth nibbles on your bottom lip which he tugs on when falsely pulling away just to make you whine before he’s kissing you even deeper than before, dipping his tongue past your lips, gliding it over the roof of your mouth, tasting spearmint, swallowing your gasps. it’s so much.

you mewl, “souya.”

he pulls away, presses his forehead against yours, and you both are quiet, save for the soft breaths being passed between you. “fuck,” he smiles softly and looks up at you through his lashes. “know how long i wanted to do that, baby?”

baby. your heart flutters and you curl your arms around his neck to play with the hairs at the nape of his neck. you shake your head. “nuh-uh.”

“so long,” he admits quietly. “too long.”

you’re nothing more than clay for him to mold when he starts to stamps kisses along your cheeks, underneath your jaw, and neck, but never further than that. you close your eyes, bask in his affection and grip his tee tight in a fist, “souya,” his name is weakly hiccuped. you feel dazed. “souya, you’re teasing.”

“am i?” his voice shows that he doesn’t care. “deal with it,” he tells you. “needed you for so long … now you’re all mine.”

all mine. the brazen display of possessiveness makes your clit jump against your panties. you feel his hands grip your ass and squeeze. the way he wants you is sobering. all this time souya’s spent around you, yet never made a move makes him want to throw a bowling ball into his own face because here you are, showing him that you’ve wanted him just as much as he wanted you, too. it shows in the way you start to grind your hips down against the hardened bulge of his dick through his pants, how you whimper with each kiss he presses into your skin, and how you sigh sweetly each time he squeezes the globes of your ass cheeks tight enough for the soft skin to spill beneath these tiny fucking shorts into the gaps of his fingers.

“mm,” he utters and gives four firm smacks to it in a row.

you hiccup with each one and rise up higher so that he’s able to somehow grope you more. “c’mon,” you sniffle, not even sure of what you want. you just need something. “souya, please.”

he wants to ravish you yet take his time, simultaneously. you’re truly a sight to behold when he sits back and takes a look at you — lipgloss smudged and shining across your chin, chest rising and falling with each heavy breath you take, how you’re looking at him with your eyebrows pulled in together just the tiniest bit and, oh, you’re pouting. how cute.

“sit on my face.”

“. . huh?” your eyes go wide and you perk up on his lap. “i, you want me to … r-really?”

souya can’t tell you how serious he is. “jus’ . . lemme,” he lifts his arms so that he can pull off his shirt and beanie and how dumb your brain goes when you finally come face to chest with the same abs you’ve been drooling over and daydreaming about riding for months now is fucking humiliating.

freckles are dotted all over his body like a constellation of bronzed stars had been snatched from the skies and sprinkled across him. your little fingers are trembling when you reach out to gently touch his chest to see if they’d explode like supernova remnants. “you’re pretty,” you whisper softly, unable to hold it in. he’s beautiful.

and across his nose sprouts a coral-pink blush that only makes you cup his face to kiss the bridge of it. you’re whipped over him, but the moment only lasts so long before you’re suddenly being lifted with a squeak and carried down the hall to your bedroom. “why are you so cute, hm?” he plops you down on your soft mattress and follows you so that his body is completely draped over yours once your lips reconnect.

you slip your fingers through teal blue ringlets and curl your toes when he accidentally angles his hips down which only has his cock rubbing against your pussy that aches and drips between your legs. it’s perfect — the angle’s perfect. you have to pull away from his lips just to moan when he does it again.

“fuck — y’like that?” he breathes, watching your pretty face screw up once he rolls his hips and his bulge manages to catch your clit. “mm, you do.”

he grabs you by the backs of your knees and pushes them up. “s-souya.” he lets them go only a second later, presses his hands into the mattress by your sides and keep your legs up and spread with his biceps.

it’s the perfect position for him to start to slowly thrust his hips back and forth, grinding and fucking you into the mattress and you’re already going so stupid, looking up at him like he’s hung every moon and star in the sky tonight with your pretty fingers shoved into your mouth that you use to bite and suck on from being too loud.

“ ‘nngh, souya . . s-souya feels s’good.”

he coo’d, “ooh, i know it does, princess . . feels good for souya, too.”

he’s holding himself back, you can tell when he tilts his head back as the veins in his neck and forearms bulge. you can cum like this and you know he can too, you want him to. “f-faster, souya.”

“baby, i want us to take our time—“ it’s your first time together. he has to get to know your body better, he wants to.

but you’re stubborn and you know how to get what you want, even if that means pulling out a bratty pout and glare, “faster.”

souya stops, sighs, leans down to bury his face into your neck which only has your knees pressing into the mattress and your feet dangling in the air and gives you what you want. his pace builds up slowly — rolls his hips and grinds until they pick up to more gyrates and thrusts until it feels like he’s literally fucking you through both of your barriers of clothing. it’s good, it’s so fucking good.

your moans get choked up in your throat as you’re left watching your pretty feet flap pathetically in the air through blurry eyes as he pins you where he wants you. “oh f-fuck,” you hiccup. “souya — ‘ngh.”

souya starts to slur, his voice still, always so gentle though a bit deeper, more heavier begins to peek through. he starts to speak more through breaths and soft groans, each word he says only drifts straight into your ears to your little brain and renders it more and more dumb. “sloppy, lil’ pussy,” he utters. “s-so fuckin’ wet, sweet girl … can feel you through my pants.”

you wriggle and squirm, dragging angry, red lines down the smooth canvas of his back with sharp, acrylic nails as his bulge rolls into your clit just right. your entire body feels like a sensitive spot. each kiss he gives you, each touch of his fingers on your skin, each grind — you can only take so much.

“pretty lil princess pussy,”

your eyes roll into the back of your head as the edge only draws nearer.

“made jus’ f’me.”

you’re a blubbering mess of sobs and whines as your body writhes underneath souya’s frame upon the first gush of cum pouring out of your pussy. souya lifts up as you’re gasping and piercing your nails into his forearms for something to hold onto to take in your expression — mouth agape, drool dribbling down your cheek, teary eyed. he captures a mental snapshot as something for him to hold onto when he finds himself drifting off into daydreams that almost always contain you.

“felt good, didn’t it?” he softly whispers, pulling his hips back to take a look at the mess between your legs. your shorts are completely ruined — crotch is soaked beyond repair and your inner thighs are shining with slick. “mmm.” souya gives a firm slap to your chubby pussy whose imprint he can now see. “came so much for souya, sweet girl.”

you’re fighting for breath as you wiggle your hips. souya can tell that you’re still so needy, still unsated. “let’s get these off of you, hm?” he waits until you nod before he reaches for your camisole first. you have to sit up a bit for him to lift the fabric up and over your head so that your tits can spill out from beneath it. souya isn’t surprised to see that you’re pretty all over. your shorts are next; he takes his time pulling these off. ever so slowly, inch by inch, until both them and your panties are peeled away and tossed to the carpet and your legs steadily fall apart. you had came so much that a film of your slick had connected both of your thighs together.

“fuck.”

souya groans and pulls you into another kiss, feeling you shuffle up on your knees so that you’re kneeling on the bed in front of him. “touch me,” you sigh sweetly while grabbing his wrist and carefully slipping his hand between your thighs. he understands. he slips his fingers between your lips, puffy and thick, and immediately finds your swollen, little bud. souya wants to touch you, he really does, but he needs you on his tongue. he needs to know if you taste as sweet as you look, if you’d squeeze your thighs around his head if it feels too good, if you’d grip his curls in your tiny hands and pull or let him control the reigns through and through.

and so he falls back onto your bed and forces you to walk up on your knees up his body until they’re above his shoulders and your cunt is only inches away from his mouth. you’re shy; you nibble on your fingernail and stare down into lidded, blue eyes, “s-souya, are you sure—“

“—shh shh, baby, just c’mon,” he squeezes your ass and feasts his sight on your pretty pussy. “jus’ take a seat . . mhm, that’s it.”

you have his eyes closing in bliss at the first taste of your juices on his tongue. his cock jumps in his pants which he chooses to ignore to only focus on wrapping his lips around your clit and sucking. your lips are so thick, too thick, that he has to keep them spread apart with his thumbs just to get access to it. “oh god,” you whimper, feeling his hands pressing into the front of your thighs and pushing. you’re confused at what he’s doing for a moment until he’s urging you to literally take a seat onto his face so you’re no longer standing on your knees and that your pussy is completely swathed by his mouth.

your head falls back as the feel of his tongue, long and warm, pushing past your drippy hole and inside where he attempts to coax out more of your nectar and swallow every single drop you give him. “souya . . souya, souya!” you mewl pathetically, hips starting to rotate and rock back and forth along the surface of his tongue he lays out on display for you.

for how nice and sweet he always is to you, he eats you out without one fuck about your physical well being given. he doesn’t care if you start to shake and tremble and cry ‘cause it’s too much. he grips you by the hips, keeps you still, and loudly slurps along your clit until the little bud feels like it’s chafed raw. chin wet and eyes glinting with smug pride, he looks up at you and you look down at him and you already feel the twisting band in your core tightening to apprise you of your second orgasm tonight.

but souya doesn’t let that happen. he lets your clit go with a loud, wet smacking sound, tilts your body in doing so you fall onto your back and so that he can lift up and slip above you, in between your legs. “suck.”

he traces your lips with his fingers prior to slipping his middle and ring past them and onto your tongue. you suck them as if it were his cock — curling and slipping your tongue between the spaces of them, drooling, and slurping, getting his pretty, silver rings all messy. souya pushes them a little past your throat to feel and watch you choke. “filthy,” he whispers when he slips them out to tap your clit.

he doesn’t tease you, doesn’t think he can when he wants you this bad. he slips his middle finger inside first, not shocked when you tense and grip on tight to his shoulders because, fuck, you were tight. “poor thing,” he coo’s, massaging your thigh. “relax f’me . . mhm, there you go.”

the digit bottoms out with a loud squelch. your thighs clench around his slim hips when he starts to stroke it in and out, getting you to loosen up before his ring finger’s following. your mouth drops at the feeling; his fingers are slender and long, they reach deeper than what yours can and you’re positive that he manages to find your g-spot for the first time when he curls them and your body convulses.

he smiles upon your lips, “right there?”

you can hardly speak, let alone breathe when he picks up a quick rhythm that has your cunt squelching and slurping around its intrusion. your eyes, unfocused and glimmering with unshed tears, look up into his, “n-never . . never felt this good before, souya.”

your confession absolutely warms his entire heart. how sweet of you, how precious of you. “no?” his head tilts as the skin between his brows gather. “well, that’s upsetting to hear, princess. you should always feel this good. y’tellin’ me no one’s made you cum before?”

he’s speaking to you as if he’s asking about the weather, as if he isn’t knuckle deep inside of you. your back arches when the pad of his fingers massage that special, little spot inside of you again, “nuh-uh,” your voice has risen several octaves higher. “j-just you, just you.”

something about that makes souya break. he pulls his fingers out, sucks them clean, and undoes his belt. you help him out of his pants and grey, tom ford briefs, kicking them off the bed to the floor, and with his cock right between your legs, tip only centimeters away from your clit, you’re aware that cameras really hadn’t done him justice.

he’s prettier than you recall, crown flushed pink when he pulls the extra layer of skin back. “shit, lemme see.”

you let him push in close so that he can lay his dick over your tummy with his balls pressed against your cunt, sizing it up. your breath hitches when you see that he reaches a few inches past your belly button. “you’re little, baby,” his voice sounds both amazed and concerned. “think it’ll fit?”

you nod, “mhm.” you’ll make it fit.

but still, souya’s apprehensive — he’s scared of breaking you, he doesn’t want to see you in pain, even if it is just for a second. so you let him drip a trill of spit from his pretty lips down onto your clit where he uses his fingers to lubricate them with it and your slick before he’s pushing them in again. “s-souya, please—“ you want him . . horribly.

however he’s just shaking his head and forcing one of your legs up higher so that he can watch your soft walls drag across the length of his digits each time he pulls them out. “be a good girl for me, ( ♡ ).”

he only ever says your whole name when he’s upset or serious, so you know to only whine and keep still, letting him push in a third finger. “ooh, look at that,” he whispers, entranced by your cunt. “jus’ swallowin’ me up, makin’ me a mess, aren’t you, beautiful?”

it’s a slow process that ultimately feels bittersweet. you want more, but you can’t deny that this feels good, too. when he’s scissors you open enough, you watch him pull his fingers out, lift both your legs and slip his cock between your lips. “o-oh,” your mouth falls agape when he starts to slowly rock his hips.

“that’s it,” he breathes, fingers pressing into your jolting hips that shudder each time his tip bumps your clit. “mmm.”

his precum is leaking steadily and mixes loudly with the mix of cum, saliva, and slick smeared all over your pussy. “souya,” your back arches and eyes snap shut. you can cum like this. the pressure of it all feels just right.

“pretty fuckin’ pussy.”

he sinks into you when you least expect it. your eyes quickly bulge back open and it feels like words are stuck in your throat as you’re left staring, mouth agape at his cock slowly pushing inside of you, inch by inch. “a-awe.” souya’s entire body trembles once he reaches the hilt. the way your pussy stretches and pulses around him is vulgar — squelchy, bubblegum pink walls working in tandem to massage and suck in all he gives, greedy for more. his fist doesn’t compare, his fleshlight doesn’t even come close. “oh fuck.”

you’re already so dumb.

when he slowly pulls out halfway and pushes back in, a cute, pathetic squeak leaves your mouth as you reach for his shoulders to hold onto. silvery, pale moonlight shines against your skin, bathing you in an iridescent glow. souya finds himself kissing you, unable to help it as he carefully begins to move. “so fuckin’ pretty,” he whispers into your gasping mouth. “drive me crazy, baby . . all these months, for so long.”

your squeaks and hiccups spring from your mouth in time with his thrusts. he makes you wrap your legs around his waist, holds them together by your ankles behind him with one hand, cups the back of your head with his other, and starts to fuck you the way you deserve to be — fast, nice, and deep.

you’re a teary faced mess. you can feel him nudging the barrier of your cervix and your toes curl from the mix of overwhelming pain and pleasure that has your ears ringing. “s-shit,” you sob out, little hands gathering into frustrated fists. “souya, please.”

“please what?” he asks breathless, a cocky smile playing on his lips.

the man above you is . . different. he knows what he’s doing — only your first time together and he already knows how to play your body like a fiddle. you try to glare at him, but you’re left to melt into his arms when he suddenly pushes in deep and rolls his hips to massage his crown against that tender bud of nerves. “oh my god.”

“i know,” he murmurs. “i know, baby.”

you don’t need to tell him. he knows you feel good, can see it in the way your eyes roll back and how tight you hold him. he adores you. “takin’ me so good.” you both look down between you to watch his cock, glossy with your juices, push in and out of your sloppy pussy. “that’s it . . . fuck.”

you’re sniffling when he pulls out, slips from the bed to stand at the foot, and pull you closer by your leg. he’s grinning at you over his bottom lip, eyebrows lifted. “c’mere. flip over for me.”

he’s going to kill you, you’re sure of it. but, you do as told and dip in your back to form a deep arch. souya could’ve almost came from the sight alone. “shit,” he whines with you when he pushes in again, it’s like the first time all over. he doesn’t think he can be careful with you in this position, he doesn’t want to.

to his surprise though, you start to pull your hips away until the tip is only sheathed then drop back down and it’s his turn for his eyes to roll back into his head. the meat of your ass ripples from the impact of his pelvis hitting it and he can’t help but grab a nice handful of it for him to hold onto while you fuck him. “j-jus’ like that,” his head falls back. “fuck.”

you moan when he starts to meet you halfway; one of his hands glide up the length of your back to grab you by the front of your throat and forces you to lift you up on your hands. “a-awe!” your eyebrows furrow and eyes snap shut when he starts to pound into you, nice and hard, letting your pussy squelch and drip around him, down his balls to the duvet. his grip around your throat tightens, making your inhales thin and strained, but it’s all so good.

you grip the comforter tight and keep still, feeling him lift a leg, place his foot on the frame of your bed and starts to drill into you. your breath gets choked up and your arms give out from underneath you, just when he lets you go so that you can fall back into your arch while dragging in a big breath, “s-sou’ — ah! ‘mcumming’mcumming!”

it hits you hard. you’re entire body shakes underneath his when he bows over you to groan and fuck you through it, never letting up his pace. warm tears slip down the softness of your cheeks when his arm curls around your waist so that his fingers can tap and swirl your little clit around and ‘round, “gimme one more,” he breathes into your shoulder. “one more, pretty girl.”

how someone who almost had a fit upon seeing you with a bandaid on your arm one day from nipping your skin while shaving goes from that to purposely wracking havoc on your sensitive body just to watch you cry? you don’t know. souya’s a walking juxtaposition that you’re still not sure of how to approach or understand. “souya, i can’t,” you’re sobbing and reaching for his forearm, but he’s shushing you quietly and you love when he does that — when he coo’s and tells you ‘he knows’ and how the condescension tip toes a line of sweet gentleness.

“for me, baby? for souya? you can do that, i know you can,” he whispers while his cock practically rearranges your organs.

and you give in, even if you do whimper and bury your face into the comforter. “for you,” you sniff and pout. you’ll do it for him. “j-jus’ for you.”

he’s smiling. you can feel it against your skin. “that’s my girl.”

and so he pulls out, flips you back over, and pushes your legs up until your knees are leveled with your shoulders. you’re able to see the lewd way of how meanly your pussy sucks back in his cock, as if she were mad he even pulled out in the first place, how a ring of cream gathers at the base of it, how your tummy bulges with each push of him inside. your eyes cross on their own accord and you’re left to only hold onto souya’s wrists, nails digging little moons into his skin.

souya looks . . mean above you. his face reminds you of the time you first met — eyebrows furrowed, lips folded into his mouth, with his pretty curls jumping in time with his own rhythm.

you’re cumming again.

just from looking at his pretty face, at the back of your mind you wonder just how whipped you really are for this man.

souya seems surprised, but if anything, your orgasm only pushes him towards his own. his jaw clicks, “f-fuck,” his voice sounds strained. “baby, can i cum inside? can souya cum inside you?”

“yes!” you hiccup and curl your toes, needy for it. “p-please. wanna feel it, souya.”

his ‘o’ face is … beautiful, you think. you’ve seen it a dozen times on screen, however in front of you, pixels don’t capture the way the veins in his neck and forearm strain when his head tilts back, how tight he holds you, how the cutest, little whimpers trill inside the back of his throat. “ohhh fuck,” he whines, gyrating his hips in slow circles as his dick jerks and pulses inside you at each jet of cum he releases. “w-why do you feel so good?”

you giggle tiredly and massage his tensed arms with your hands until he’s releasing a large breath, relaxing, and lowering his head to fix you with a spent grin. “. . . shit,” is all he murmurs, voice lower than usual. he pulls out slow and you reach down to part your lips with your index and middle finger, watching him lean his head down to look at your pussy. “push it out f’me, baby.”

you clench and relax so that warm globs of pearly white cum can start to dribble from your hole and down to your perineum. the feeling makes you shiver. the sight makes souya release a breath of shock. “damn.” he dips his fingers in and you squeal and tense up.

“souya!”

he catches your pretty pout and leans down to kiss it off your lips. “sorry,” a blush spreads across his cheeks. “can’t help it.”

you nuzzle deep into his chest when he lays down and pulls you into him. “sleepy?” he asks quietly. you nod. you’re exhausted. you haven’t fucked anyone in almost a year, you forgot how tiring it actually is. and coupled with having three, soul stirring orgasms, you’re completely done for the night. “okay,” souya kisses your head. “. . . is it cool if i stay the night?”

“oh my god,” you groan. “duh, souya.”

learning to love is … frightening.

or so, you had thought. loving souya is easy, it comes easy. it doesn’t hit you out of no where like the movies portray, it’s a slow wave of emotion that has you brushing your teeth alongside him and catching his eye through the mirror one day and feeling your heart warm when he gives you a foamy, eye scrunching smile around his toothbrush.

you feel it in the way you talk to him, always so soft and gently. the way you touch him, when you tuck some curls behind his ears as if they were finely woven of gold so you can somehow get a clearer look of his face, the way you look at him.

and you feel the way he loves you, too. when he wraps his arms around your waist while you’re cooking and plops his chin on your shoulder, never needing to say anything — just submerging himself in your comfort. he had told you he’d been diagnosed with insomnia about a year back, but around you, his arms’ll be holding you nice and close with his face buried into your tummy before he’s asleep within a minute. you love him and he absolutely loves you, too.

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𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐲 𝐝𝐚𝐲 || 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐲𝐚 𝐤𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐚

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: souya comes across something interesting while helping you with your laundry

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: souya kawata x afab!reader

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: smut (minors + ageless blogs dni!! you’ll be blocked)

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: pervert!souya, panty sniffing, masterbation, face sitting, overstimulation, pussy drunk!souya

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1k+

𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐓𝐑𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐏𝐅𝐔𝐋. you were so stressed out because of your college classes. that was evident by the state your bedroom was in. cleaning up would have just been more for you to worry about so souya insisted on taking on that task himself.

you put up a bit of a fight but eventually the blue haired young man convinced you to get some rest. so while you took a nap on your living room sofa, souya went to tidy up. at this point everything was mostly done except your laundry.

in hindsight that was a bad idea. unfortunately angry hadn’t thought it through. so when he started getting ready to carry your clothes to the laundry room in your apartment, something lacy fell at his feet. for a moment he didn’t process what he was staring at but when it hit him the blood rushed to his cheeks.

a pair of your panties was staring back at souya. panicking, he’s not sure what to do. does he leave them on the floor? no, because then it would be way too obvious that he saw them. especially now that your room was clean.

after a bit of fighting with himself, souya picked up your underwear. his intention was to toss them back in your mountain of dirty clothes but for whatever reason souya pauses. it’s unclear what comes over him. it was almost like an animalistic urge but at some point souya hesitantly brought the fabric to his nose.

it’s wrong, it’s so wrong but the moment he inhaled your scent through his nostrils his cock twitched in his jeans. what a sick thing he was doing here, taking advantage of this opportunity when he was supposed to be helping you. but souya couldn’t help it. he keeps sniffing until the tent in his pants is impossible to ignore.

“c-crap” souya whimpered, palming his erection. what was he going to do with this? he couldn’t possibly continue walking around your place with a boner. he’s already committed one sin. he might as well finish himself off.

taking a seat on the edge of your bed, angry’s shaky hands fiddle with his zipper until he’s able to spring his rock hard length free. a sigh falls from his pink lips when he runs his thumb along his slit. not giving himself any relief right away, souya listens for any sign that you may have awoken from your nap. when no sounds come, he gets to work.

his breathing is erratic as souya runs his hand up and down his shaft. anxious about being caught, he wants to cum quickly but nothing seems to be enough. whining his frustration, his gaze darts toward your panties that are still clenched in his free hand. giving into his pervy fantasies, souya once again brings your underwear to his face.

all of his focus is solely on making himself cum. that along with his face being stuffed into your panties made it impossible for souya to notice you standing in the doorway. you woke up a couple minutes ago to his broken moans. following the noise you walked in on souya playing with his fat cock.

at first you were shocked but surprise slowly turned into arousal as he stuttered your name. rubbing your legs together, you watch until souya makes a mess of himself with a sob. it takes him a moment to recover from his daze but when he does, he suddenly becomes aware of your presence.

“[y/n]?! i-“ souya’s cheeks grow significantly pinker when he spots you staring. frantically tossing your panties away as if you haven’t already seen them, he tries hiding his dick with one of your pillows. “i-it’s not what it looks like”.

“really? because it looks like you’re a little pervert, souya” you hummed, walking toward him. being called a pervert earns an instant whimper from the man sitting in front of you. “it’s okay” you cooed, kneeling down in front of him. “but if you wanted me that badly you should have just said so. i would have helped you”.

souya’s speechless for a moment when you grab the pillow to move it out of the way. what makes him snap out of it is you wrapping your hands around his dick. this should be his dream but before you can touch him further souya grabs your wrists.

“wait… wanna taste you. wanna taste the real thing. please?” souya pleads, eyes tearing up with need.

a slow smile makes its way across your face before you nod. in a matter of minutes souya’s laying down on your bed, head squished in between your thighs. god. souya thought he was drunk off the smell of your panties but with his nose rubbing against your pussy, he was on cloud nine.

shivers run up your spine as souya’s tongue dives in. the licks start off slow and almost hesitant, sending shivers up your spine, but when souya gets a little more comfortable he doesn’t hold back. he’s eating you out like a starved man and you have to grab handfuls of his blue tuffs for support.

the room quickly fills with the sounds of his lewd slurping and your moans. “d-don’t stop” you pant, grinding down on angry’s face. your orgasm creeps up on you faster than you expected and the next thing you’re crying out is “oh god. souya, think ‘m gonna cum”.

practically being suffocated by your cunt makes souya’s voice sound muffled. nevertheless you pick up bits of his response. “p-please cum in my mouth. taste so good” souya begs, continuing to lap up your folds.

squeezing your eyes shut, you feel yourself come undone all over souya’s wet muscle and his chin. your chest is heaving up and down as you come down from you high. the dress you felt earlier was certainly the furthest thing from your mind after that. right before you can praise souya for the good job he did, he’s pulling you pussy back toward his mouth.

a loud whine of overstimulation slips from your lips when he goes straight back to his meal. your babbles about how it’s too much don’t seem to make the intoxicated man below you let up. “‘m sorry. can’t help it,” souya groaned. “need more of you. 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄, 𝐂𝐔𝐌 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍”.

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[kakuchosindigenouswife]

𝕤𝕠𝕦𝕪𝕒 𝕜𝕒𝕨𝕒𝕥𝕒 ࿓ 𝕥𝕒𝕥𝕥𝕠𝕠 𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕡 𝕒𝕦

♡ 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 ࿓ you have the perfect way of paying for your recent tattoo

♡ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 ࿓ tattoo artist!souya kawata x gn!reader

♡ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 ࿓ hard/soft dom!souya, mentions of tattoos and needles, unestablished relationship, oral (giving), throat fucking, degradation, slut shaming, jealousy, hints of softness

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𝐓𝐘𝐏𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘, 𝐍𝐀𝐇𝐎𝐘𝐀 𝐊𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐀 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐒𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐖𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐍𝐄𝐖 𝐈𝐍𝐊. the two of you had this… arrangement that worked out for both of you. unfortunately nahoya was pretty booked up as of recently. normally you would have waited until he could slip you in for an appointment but you were itching for the needle NOW.

that’s when nahoya suggested you try seeing if his twin brother had any openings. you’ve seen souya in the kawata’s studio from time to time when you came to see nahoya. your interpretation of him was that he was cute but much quieter than his sibling. however, even if he was a man of few words you liked his portfolio. so in the end you gave him a shot.

luckily for you souya had a cancellation so he was able to fit you into his schedule. the day of the tattoo things went well. souya seemed to be a fan of your design and the artist changes he did made were ones that you could get behind. there wasn’t much of a conversation when he finally started working on your skin. actually, it felt like souya was avoiding your gaze. it made you think… maybe nahoya told him about the deal the pair of you had.

you didn’t find out whether this was true or not until souya finished. “you like it?” he asked, cleaning his supplies as you admired your new body art in the mirror. you spin around and shoot him a big smile before nodding your head. souya, whose face was usually set to a permanent scowl, manages to send you a little grin. “glad to hear it”.

pulling off his plastic gloves, souya stands up from where he was sitting. he’s about to tell you that you can head to the front desk to work out payment but before he can you’re already slipping out of his black tattooing chair. next thing souya knows you’re kneeling down in front of him and fumbling with his belt. “woah, what are you doing?” he asks, reflexively grabbing your wrist as a blush spreads across his cheeks.

“huh?” you look at him, genuinely appearing confused. “didn’t nahoya tell you? this is how i always pay”. souya blinks at you dumbly. no he wasn’t told about this. no way you were implying what he thought you were. “c’mon, promise it’ll be worth it” you coo, earning a squeak from souya as you palm his bulge. “wonder if you’re as big as your brother…”.

oh no, you were definitely suggesting what he thought you were. in a panic, souya tries to tell you to stop but no words seem to come out. the guy who’s tattooed his own sleeve without flinching was now shaking as you finally unclasped the leather strap that held up his pants. damn it, what kind of mess did nahoya get him into.

“y-you don’t have to do that” souya stutters, finding his voice. “cash is fine”.

immediately you pout. “but… i didn’t bring money with me”.

souya sighs, running a hand down his face. this was really how it was going to be, huh? he was less worried about how good the head would be if he said yes to this and more so anxious about someone walking in. then again… the door to his personal studio was shut and it was nearly closing time. with the threat of being caught gone, what was the real harm?

“f-fine” he eventually agrees. he’s too embarrassed to meet your eyes so he turns his head. “just…. we have to be quick”.

you nod a little too eagerly before you go back to tugging souya’s cock out of his boxers. holy shit, your mouth starts watering the second you lay eyes on it. it’s a monster just like nahoya’s dick although there are little differences. souya’s is a bit more well groomed and his tip is much cuter. so cute that you can’t stop your tongue from sticking out to kitten lick the pretty pink head.

souya’s flushed face only gets worse when he whimpers. he has to bring a hand up to cover his face to feel less ashamed. the worst part is that you haven’t even taken him into your mouth yet. eventually souya has to whine for you to stop teasing.

eyes flickering up to meet his, you send souya a playful smirk. “you’re so cute. nahoya never lets me tease him. usually he just fucks my throat”.

there’s a shift in souya’s demeanor then. you have no way of knowing but jealousy starts to burn in his chest. when you first walked in for your appointment souya’s heart nearly stopped. you were so attractive that he had to avoid eye contact with you as he worked on your tattoo. he was actually feeling guilty for thinking about a client in that way but now the truth was out. you were a little whore who sucked none other than his twin dick to get what you wanted.

that fire in his chest rises until all souya wants to do is ruin you. the hand that was used to keep his blush from your view flies down and grabs your head. that smug attitude of yours disappears in an instant. the speed in which souya’s expression turns into a glare causes a shiver to run up your spine. he looks like a devil right now. it’s so hot.

“oh that’s how you like it, huh? you liked getting treated like a slut” souya growls, guiding his girth toward your lips. “fine. then that’s what i’ll do. cut the shit and open up”.

doing as you were ordered, you allow your jaw to drop. the moment he has access souya is shoving the entirety of his cock into your mouth. if you weren’t already choking you certainly were when souya, who still had control of the back of your head, pushes you even further until his pubes are almost tickling your nostrils.

you’re desperately breathing through your nose as souya relishes in the feeling of your warmth. he has to remain still for a moment out of fear that he’ll cum immediately. once he’s collected himself, souya starts thrusting his hips, acting as if your mouth was any other hole.

his curses ring in your ears as souya’s cock hits the back of your throat over and over. being reduced to nothing but a sex toy has you getting excited. so much so you start humping souya’s leg like a bitch in heat. witnessing your neediness only makes souya degrade you more.

“f-fucking slut. you’re really getting off to this. i’m supposed to be the one getting rewarded for my hard work, not you” he groans. “don’t forget your place. you’re my personal cumdump and that’s it”.

all you can manage to do in reply is gag. although you couldn’t have given him a better response. the noises you were making on top of the drool slipping down your chin was making souya’s ball tighten. you were no doubt cute before but seeing you such a mess had him on the brink of spilling his seed into your tummy.

“gonna cum” souya warns you in between grunts. “and you’re gonna swallow every last drop. there better not be any left”.

if you had the ability to nod your head but you figure souya can sense your obedience. after a few more bobs of your head it happens. ropes of cum spill from souya’s cock and down your throat. you gulp it down just like any other meal. you drink his release so well that, by the time he pulls out, you’re able to part your lips and stick your tongue out to show that you completed your task. it takes everything in souya not to get hard again over how effectively you followed his command.

with his chest heaving up and down, souya takes in the state of you as he comes down from his high. there’s still spit and your own tears staining your face and your eyes are so glossed over that he swears you might pass out. that’s when he becomes soft again.

“i’m sorry. i went a little overboard” souya apologizes, tucking himself back into his pants before searching for something to wipe your face with. to his surprise, you don’t seem bothered when he ultimately returns to you with a cloth. actually, you give him a smile as he starts cleaning your cheeks. damn… you were too cute for your own good.

you must have been thinking the same thing based on what you say next. “you’re adorable” you giggle “and exactly my type too. me and nahoya get along well but do you want to be my main tattoo artist from now on?”.

the question throws him off balance. again, he’s rendered an awkward mess. “i-if i say yes am i going to always get paid with sex?”.

“yup!” you chirp shamelessly.

sighing, souya tosses the tag aside when he’s done with it. “on two conditions” he says seriously, pulling on your bottom lip with his thumb. “no fucking anyone else. especially not my brother”.

initially you start pouting but when you notice the possessive glint in his eye, it makes you feel special. so in the end you agree to this term. “good. secondly, you let me make you feel good right now”.

you raise an eyebrow in surprise but before you know it, souya’s picking up. he’s stronger than you thought, that’s what you think as he takes you to the nearest surface that he can bend you over. “you know the whole point of this was for me to make YOU feel good. that’s how this exchange works” you remind him although deep down you’re all too eager.

“yeah maybe but that’s not my style” souya hums. “𝐈 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐀 𝐒𝐄𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐔𝐓𝐄 𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐈’𝐌 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐂𝐔𝐌 𝐎𝐍 𝐌𝐘 𝐂𝐎𝐂𝐊”.

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[kakuchosindigenouswife]

Hi!!!! I'm a big big big Kanji Mochizuki Lover.

And If you don't mind, I've been wanting to write a smut that revolves around him neglecting his arrange wife and her trying to go out on date but he realized that he has fallen for her after all these years.

Thank you so so so so much!

OF COURSE! I love this idea.

The First: Kanji Mochizuki x Fem!Reader

wc: 1.5k

tw: smut

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"Kanji?" Mochi looks up from the papers on his desk, his eyes focusing not on words - but on his wife. You're standing in the doorway of his office, wearing the nightgown he'd gotten you for your birthday.

"Hmm?" You shift nervously, looking down at your manicured fingernails before glancing up at him. "What's going on?"

You open your mouth a few times before finally coming out with the information. Your request comes out softly and timidly. "Our anniversary is coming up soon and..." You pause. Mochi pushes back from his desk and leans back in his chair, frowning. "I was wondering if we could... I'd like to go out and spend some time with you."

Mochi isn't sure why he didn't measure his words more carefully. Maybe he could have avoided the consequences if he had. "I'm swamped with work this week," he begins, rubbing his face. Your face drops as soon as he speaks, and your eyes glaze over with tears. "Maybe we could figure something out when I'm not so busy."

"It's fine," you rush out. "We don't have to do anything..." Mochi watches you turn around and close his door, then listens to your retreating footsteps. And then he's left to think about the past, present, and even the future.

The arrangement had been swift, somewhat unexpected, but altogether acceptable. You were beautiful, kind, quiet... A year ago, though, Mochi didn't have a marriage as a top priority in his life. He'd been knee-deep in Bonten and unfocused on things of a domestic nature. Mochi's father and mother thought it high time he married, though, and that's how you waltzed into his life.

You don't know the real him - he pays good money to ensure all of his shady business stays away from his home, including the pesky Haitani crew - and Mochi would like things to stay that way for your benefit and protection. He gave you enough money to live comfortably; what you did with that money didn't concern him. Mochi even had sex with you semi-regularly, and he thought it was satisfying enough...

"Oh, god." He leans back in his seat and realizes the truth that's been staring him in his face. Mochi jolts up from his office chair and rushes toward your shared bedroom. Before Mochi can reach the door, he hears you murmuring to yourself in shaky tones.

"It's okay," you chant to yourself, and Mochi peers at you through the crack in the door. "It's fine. I'll just... try harder." You turn from your perch at the dressing table, and Mochi sees the phone against your ear. You pause, listening, then nod slowly. "I know, mom." Mochi's heart stops. "I'll do better. I can be a good wife, don't worry about it. Bye."

A sick feeling settles in Mochi's stomach. You toss your phone onto the bed and wrap your arms around yourself before biting your lip. Tears track down your face, and you cry silently, wiping your tears away with trembling hands. Part of Mochi wants to let you have your moment alone - this wasn't meant for him to see. But the other part of him wants to comfort you - this was a problem he caused.

He presses the door open, and remorse floods into his veins as you look at him and hurriedly wipe your tears away. "Hey," you breathe, wiping your hands on your dress. "Sorry, I was just--"

Mochi shakes his head and cups your cheeks, rubbing at the tear marks and your swollen eyes. "I haven't been a decent husband, have I?" You don't reply, but a fresh set of tears is enough of an answer for him. "We should talk about it."

"That's the most comforting thing you've ever said," you reply sadly.

"We should discuss it over dinner. I'll order whatever you want."

"I'm not hungry." The admission makes Mochi even more remorseful, but you sit on the bed and pat the space next to you. "We can talk right here." Mochi does as you say and sits beside you, taking your hands in his and inhaling deeply. Finally, he lets the breath go through his nose and nods.

"Ask me anything."

"Do you care about me?" The question comes out quicker than anticipated, and Mochi tilts his head.

"I do. Deeply." If only you knew how much.

"Why aren't you intimate with me?"

"We have sex," Mochi begins slowly. "I'm not sure--"

"You don't hold me afterward. Often, I feel that you'd rather be somewhere else once things are done. Like it's a chore for you."

"I--" Your face changes. Brows furrow, eyes narrow, and suddenly, you're pissed.

"And you're always so busy." Mochi flinches, looking away from your displeased face.

"Bonten is..." Before he can retract his words, the one thing he'd kept from you comes to light. Your face morphs into shock, and you tug your hands away from his.

"Bonten."

You know what that is. Who they are. What they do. Mochi gets to his feet, placing his hands in his pockets before pacing the room. He can hear your angry admonitions already, each bringing him shame and regret. But when your mouth doesn't open at all, he turns to look at you.

And you're there, hands in your lap and eyes watching him for any sign of danger. But there he is, just pacing around the cage of a house he's trapped you in like a big cat, surrounding you with lies and half-truths. You have every right to be angry and scream at him... but you're silent.

"I'm sorry for dragging you into this," he rushes out, running his hands through his hair. "You're innocent in all of this, I know. I should have told you when we were engaged. But I just thought if I could keep this one part of my life out of that mess, I could--" He breaks off, his words choked up in his tightening throat. "But it turns out that I can't do any of this right."

"Oh." His mind stops working overtime when your voice pipes up, just as soft as ever. "I suppose I don't really know you, do I?"

"And I don't really know you," Mochi replies sadly. "You have every right to divorce me." It's his final gift, his final way of making things right for you. "I'll sign if you want to leave; give you the house, whatever you want."

"What if I just want to get to know the real you?" Mochi stops pacing. You get up from the bed, walking over to him in that flimsy little thing he got you to appease the requirement of a birthday gift. He supposes he got lucky because you wear it often. "Hi," you begin, sticking out your hand for a handshake. "I'm y/n. It's nice to meet you..."

"Kanji Mochizuki," Mochi replies, shaking your hand firmly and smiling a bit. And it's silly - the show of reintroducing yourself to your wife of a year - but somehow, it works.

It works so well, in fact...

"Mochi!" Ran shouts from across the street, waving his hand at the giant. "Thanks for bringing your wife this time!"

"It was her idea," Mochi asserts. "Watch your step, sweetheart," he murmurs, and you hop lightly over the puddle before smiling back at Ran.

"Bye, Ran! It was nice to get to know you!" Mochi can hear Ran laugh from the other side of the street, but he only waves to the purple-haired man and opens your car door. "I can't wait to get home," you breathe, and Mochi chuckles.

"Eager to get warm?" You peer up at him with a sultry look, and Mochi feels his pants restrict a little.

"You'll see."

When Mochi gets you in the door, you practically drag him to the bedroom and strip him out of his clothing. "Baby," Mochi hurries out, trying his best to hold on to some semblance of decorum. "Maybe we should slow down and take it easy?"

"I can't," you breathe, getting to your knees and pulling on his belt. "I need you right now."

"Hey," Mochi pants as his slacks fall to the ground. "Love, don't you--" But when his dick finds a warm, wet home in your mouth Mochi groans long and hard. "I'll shut up now." You hum, and instinctively, he knows it means "thank you." Mochi laces his fingers around your head, and his eyes flutter closed, allowing himself to relax and let you do as you please.

"Listen, big boy," you murmur, licking up the side of his cock. "I want you to fuck me tonight."

"I won't last long if you keep sucking me like that," he groans, toes curling painfully. "So, come 'ere." Mochi doesn't even want to take off your clothes when you settle into his lap. His fingers slide your g-string to the side and cradle your hips as you fist his cock hard enough for him to wince.

When you slide your plush cunt over his cockhead, he knows he's done for. Every shred of Mochi's sanity goes out the window, but before he shuts the latch on it, he whispers huskily, "I'm so in love with you, babe."

"I know," you practically sing in his ear as you bottom out on his cock. "Funny how that works when you really get to know someone."

[kakuchosindigenouswife]

᯽៰ ͘ ࣭⸰ 𖥔 ͙ࣳ Who’s Little Sister?!

preview. Draken swears he doesn’t only go for little sisters. But when you, Takemichi’s younger sister, walks into his shop….

ft. Ken “Draken” Ryuuguji x fem!reader

wc. 6.5k 🤡😅

W. NSFW 18+ MINORS DNI! bimbo reader, age gap (draken is late 20’s workin at the bike shop, you’re in early 20’s in collage) fem reader, corruption, dubcon (reader is intoxicated when they consent), virgin killer draken, oral (f!receiving), cream pie, a lil after care, praise and lots of it, drakens a scumbag but in a hot way🤪🤤 he comes around though, I promise 🤭

an. Hiiii pookies <33 this is a repost from my old account, but I’m reposting it here because I’m bringing this series back to life. This fic as well as part 2 hold such a special place in my heart, and now that my inspo is back and I’m ready to add to this little story, I hope you guys can join me on the ride hehe <33 I hope you enjoy! I love Kenny 💖 reblogs, comment, and constructive feedback are always welcome 🫶

“Draken, you have a thing for little sisters.”

“I do not.”

The look on everyone’s faces begs to differ.

First, it was Emma, and although the relationship didn’t work out between the two, she was still Mikey’s little sister.

“Can’t believe I ever let you near my sister, sister fucker.” Mikey mumbles into the lip of his beer, making the rest of the boys laugh out loud.

“Wait— who’s sister is he going for now?”

Takemichi’s comment had them all silencing instantly, eyes going to him as if he just asked the stupidest question on earth. Draken tried to use Takemichi’s idiocy to his advantage, waving away the conversation with a hand.

“No one—“

“Yours, obviously Takemichi.” Mitsuya blurted, much to Draken’s distaste, who dropped his forehead against the table with a groan.

“What?!”

Draken believed it wasn’t his fault, truly it couldn’t be. After the fallout with Emma, he swore to himself that the girls he went for would strictly be disconnected from his found family. Things were going well for him, so many beautiful girls passed by his shop, he even went on a date with a handful of them.

But he seemed to forget all of them when you walked into his shop.

There you were, bright-eyed, little miniskirt, lips pulled into the cutest pout he had ever seen. He was taken back when you finally met his gaze, pretty eyes widening a bit as you gasped.

“Ah! Found the right place! You’re Draken-Kun, right?”

The honorific had his heart racing, making him internally swear at himself from getting so excited just from something so simple.

“Uh yeah, that’s me.”

“Nii-chan said he’d be here, was supposed to meet him at ‘Draken-Kun’s shop’ buuuut—“ there was that cute pout again. “I don’t see him!”

He swallowed down a lump that seemed to block all his words. Why was his throat so dry? Why were you blinking up at him so perfectly?

“Uh— yeah, this is my shop but, who’s— who’s your brother?”

“Oh! Michi! Takemichi!” Your smile got even brighter when you said his name. Blinding almost.

Draken really hated the fact that it made his cock twitch.

“Fuck.” He murmured, bringing a hand up to rub the furrow from his brows. You tilted your head in confusion, reaching out and giving one of his biceps a squeeze.

“What was that, Draken-Kun?”

You sounded so concerned, so sorry for someone you didn’t even know. Draken quickly shook you off, before the simple touch of your soft palm made his cock harder than it already was. “No, nothing, it’s nothing. He’s— he’s upstairs.”

“Thank you~!” Sweet as sugar, you basically skipped towards the staircase, a hum in your voice when you called out to Takemichi.

And Draken watched until you disappeared. He watched the sway of your hips, watched your cute little heels clack up the stairs, and he certainly watched the way the swell of your ass became visible when you reached a certain step, along with an outline of lacy panties that were meant to stay hidden.

Fuuuuuuck—

Draken left the boys earlier than usual, hands buried deep in his pockets and a scowl on his face. Takemichi’s angry face was stuck in his head, along with his bitching that only made the boys tease him harder.

“You better not fuck my sister Draken! She’s too sweet for you bro!”

“Whatever—“ Draken mumbled to himself, his breath leaving him in a puff of air due to the cold that surrounded him. He was heading back to his apartment, wanting to slip into bed and hope that the boys would get so hammered tonight they’d forget everything discussed.

When his phone started to buzz he groaned again, ready to tell Mikey no he wasn’t coming back and to fuck off. What he wasn’t expecting to see was your contact name on his screen.

He really should have just let it go to voicemail, in fact, he should delete your number period. But, he picked it up on the very last ring, bringing the phone to his ear with hesitation.

“Hello?”

“D-Draken!!” You were whining— voice a bit slurred and muffled. Was there music in the background? Draken couldn’t really tell. He held his fingers to his other ear in an attempt to hear you better as you started to ramble.

“Can’t— I can’t hear you,” Draken said, trying his best to keep the annoyance from his tone as.. wait, were you crying?

“I-I’m at a stupid party dra! A-and Michi won’t answer his phone b-but I wanna go home! T-There’s this boy here a-and he won’t leave me alone and I-I’m too drunk—“

Draken felt himself tense up at the mention of some boy.

“Slow down…” He sounded calmer now, his apartment coming into view. “Send me your address, I’ll come to get you.”

“P-Please Draken, don’t wanna be here anymore, wanna go.”

It was the way you whined so desperately, so pretty. Draken knew this was bad, knew you didn’t even try to call him first.

But you still called him. Still trusted him enough.

“I’ll get you, sweetheart.” He was swearing at himself for the pet name that left his mouth without permission, but when you made the cutest little hum on the other end of the phone he quickly forgot his worries. “Send me the address right now while you’re on the phone. Do ya know how?”

He was already in the parking garage as your location pinged on his phone. He easily spotted his bike, hopping on as you continued to blubber into the phone.

“C-come now, promise you’ll come now dra—“

“I’m coming, promise. Stay where you are.”

He hung up and sped out of the garage before his right mind could catch up.

The address was some grungy trap house. The smell of cheap liquor and sex seemed to waft from the door as piles of drunk university kids spilled free. He waited until he saw you, finally, heels in hand and bare feet stepping into the damp grass to get to him.

He bit the inside of his cheek. You looked drunk, mascara already ran down your cheeks and little sniffles left you as you approached the bike. He tried to keep his eyes off the low cut of your tank top, but it was hard when you flung yourself at him, clinging to his waist with that pretty whine he loved hearing so much.

“D-Draaaaa~!” You carried the ‘A’, pressing your damp cheeks into the leather of his jacket, along with pressing your chest into his side. He brought his hand to your back, eyes rolling as he went to pat it.

Only to feel that you weren’t wearing a bra.

Keep it together, Ken.

“Get on, c'mon you’re gonna catch a cold.” He was quick to throw his jacket over you, slipping you in front of him cause honestly, he didn’t trust you to hold on tight enough to him in your drunk state.

So he had you sitting in front of him. He instructed you to put your hands on the handle bras, sensing your hesitation as you continued to sniffle and whimper. He pressed his chest into your back, lips close to your ear.

“It’s alright, I won’t let anything happen to you. Put 'em down.” He felt the way you shivered, and he hated the way it made him smirk. When you finally planted your hands down he placed his much larger hands over yours. They completely engulfed your palms, and he hoped that the little whine you let out now was because of that.

He reeved off quickly, trying to slow himself down but unable to control himself as he sped off towards his place with you in tow.

He ended up carrying you up the stairs to his apartment. He had originally tried to work your heels back on, but you were very much against that, sending him your best pout along with a little “nuh-uh! Don’t wanna!” And since he didn’t want you stepping on anything nasty he settled for picking you up instead.

You were on his back, arms slung over his shoulder as you babbled nonsense in his ear. Something about how you drank too much tequila and ‘but how can you say no to free shots?’ Draken just shook his head, gripping one of your thighs a bit tighter as he worked his apartment door open.

“Easy.” He spoke as he placed you on the ground. You giggled when your legs wobbled, quick to grip onto Draken’s arm yet again as you finally let your heels tumble to the ground.

“Takemichi would kill you if he knew you were this drunk,” Draken stated, trying to keep the amusement from his voice as you used the wall to help yourself towards the couch. You looked back at Draken and stuck your lip out in a pout, before sticking your tongue out.

“Michi isn’t my daddy, I do what I want~!”

Draken almost choked on his spit. Did you really have to talk like that— say that in the cutest little voice? He was grateful when you started your trek to the couch again, so he could fix the bulge that started to form in his joggers.

“Oh, yea? Well, you shouldn’t, you can barely stand. And who was this guy feeding you shots?” Just the thought of some loser college boy trying to get you drunk, preying on you, made his brows twitch, knuckles tensing as he made his way to meet you on the couch.

“Ugh, just some loser. Claims he’s in a gang dra, just like you and Michi used to— but he’s no bad boy, no no he’s a creep~!”

“Yea?” Draken just chuckled coldly, fetching you a water bottle from the fridge. “Must be a real classy group of delinquents if they’re targeting girls like that—“

His voice got caught again when he finally saw you on his couch.

You had worked his jacket off you, sprawled yourself out on the cushions without a care in the world. The little tube skirt you were wearing was hiked up dangerously high, leaving little to the imagination as you turned your face away from the cushions, looking up at Draken.

And you had the audacity to giggle, “You’re couch s’comfy dra~”

one of your legs threatened to topple right off the couch, but if that happened, well it would certainly make the wimpy material hike all the way up.

Draken caught your knee before it had the chance, only making you giggle more. His heart was pounding against his rib cage, blood pumping dangerously fast to his crotch as he shot you a disappointed look.

“Be careful.” He gritted out through clenched teeth, and when you looked at him, eyes wide and glossy…

Draken had to have more willpower than this, didn’t he?

“D-Don’t be mean t’me” You were whining again, rolling over and pressing your face into the couch. Your leg slipped from his touch, and he thought maybe he’d be in the clear now.

But when you curled up, the skirt he put too much faith in hiked up, letting the swell of your ass free. Draken wanted to turn away, or at least throw a pillow at you, but he couldn’t seem to rip his eyes away from your pretty, soft skin.

You were still mumbling, something about him bossing you around. But Draken finally shook himself from the dangerous trance he was in, clicking his tongue and grabbing at your shoulder.

“Up, cmon, you’re going to sleep.”

“Don’t wanna.” You spoke, voice nothing bratty as you tried to slip from his grasp. Draken wasn’t having any of it, not when he was only seconds from snapping.

“Too bad. Get up. You need water and sleep.”

“Nooo~!” You looked back at him, perfect lips pouting and this cute sense of defiance in your gaze that still swam with unclarity.

Draken wasn’t sure what it was that finally made him snap. Maybe it was the way you looked at him, maybe it was the brattiness that he knew he could work outta you, maybe it was how your ass now pressed into his thighs.

But whatever it was, it didn't matter. He was pressing his lips to yours, swallowing the little shocked gasp you pushed against his lips. He only pulled away when his lips began to pulse, a shaking breath puffing out against your trembling lower lip.

He kept his eyes glued to yours as his thumb swiped at the drool that lingered on your lip, another click leaving his tongue.

“Messy…” he murmured, more to himself than to you as you batted your lashes up at him, leaned into his touch as if on instinct.

Draken shoulda stopped. This would be the perfect time to back off, let you sleep off the alcohol on his couch and call Takemichi in the morning. Hell, you’re so drunk you probably wouldn’t even remember this little kiss.

But then you spoke.

“D-Dra.. y-your lips are reaaaal soft.”

“Fuck.” He swore for real this time, ignoring any sense as he pressed his lips to yours once again. It was so cute how hesitant you were, fingers trembling softly as they ran through his black ponytail. He had no problem slipping his hands beneath you, easing you up and into his lap.

“Fuck.” He mumbled it into your open mouth this time, feeling your warm little cunt pressing into his crotch. The panties you wore did little to conceal your sex, and it didn’t help that you were squirming in his lap, hips twitching into him and nails digging along his shoulders.

He had to pull back again, his palms planted firmly on your hips to keep you still. “Can’t— fuck. You can’t squirm like that baby.” He hated how desperate he already sounded, voice going down an octave and raspier than usual.

You bit the tip of your nail, face heating up along with the rest of your body as you slowly raised your gaze to meet Draken’s. “C-Can’t help it, I’ve never—“

Draken brows shot up, panic flooding his system. He did not want to hear you say you’d never kiss a guy before.

“Never sat in someone’s lap like this…” The relief washed over him, making his shoulders slump again. There was this swelling feeling in his chest, one that he didn’t exactly love, but he couldn’t stop it from coming.

It was the same feeling he got when he took Emma’s virginity.

“Oh, yea…? What else haven’t you done?” He was curious now, big hands rubbing reassuring circles into your hips. The skirt you were wearing before was useless now, bunched up at your hips and showing off the cute panties you wore. He tried not to stare as you tried to stutter out your words.

But Draken knew now, he was much weaker than he originally thought.

“I-I’ve kissed a guy! Obviously!! B-But…” There you were, pouting again. But the more Draken massaged at your hips, the more your whines started to sound like meek little mewls. “I-I just— I haven’t really done anything other than like.. touching I guess..”

He really hoped that you didn’t feel his cock twitching right under you.

Draken hummed in acknowledgement, bringing his face close to yours as soon as you looked down into your lap. “Just touching, yea? Have you ever held a dick before, sweetheart?”

“N-no!” He shouldn’t be teasing you like this, but he couldn’t help himself. His question just made you squirm again, and he enjoyed the friction just a little longer than he should have before he was gripping your hips again, giving you a more stern glance.

“I said, no squirming…” The corner of his lip twitched as you whimpered at him, eyes getting glassy all over again.

“M’sorry…” you spoke back through pouting lips, still having trouble meeting his gaze as your fiddled with the collar of his shirt.

Draken knew what he was doing was wrong, could hear the voices of his buddies taunting and teasing, claiming just how right they were about him. But being this close to you, seeing just how badly you wanted to hump against him, even if you were drunk.

How the hell was he supposed to let this opportunity go?

“Well… I don’t wanna spook you, angel. If ya haven’t done anything, I’ll just put you to bed, alright—“

“N-no!” Hook, line, and sinker.

“No?” Draken mused, his hands finally pulling you just a bit closer, his fingertips teasing over the flesh of your ass. You shook your head, clinging onto him a bit tighter.

“N-No I— I want…” your words trailed off, your own nerves getting the better of you.

Cute. It was so cute how words could get you flustered when you were already sitting in his lap, skirt pulled up and nothing but a little pair of panties keeping you away from him.

“Cmon. Use your words baby, what do you want.” He spoke to you with that same level of authority, watching the way your eyes slowly made their back up to his own.

“I-I want you to.. to teach me.”

He was smirking now, smug as ever. But it didn’t matter.

He had you right where he wanted you.

His lips were back on yours before you could continue to stutter, but this time he was lifting you up. He gripped your ass, urging your legs to cling to his waist as he carried you towards the bedroom.

Draken placed you onto the mattress with ease, working himself between your thighs that already opened up to welcome him. He was pleased to see that when he pulled away from the kiss this time you were panting, lips a little swollen and chest heaving as you looked up at him.

Already so curious, so desperate for whatever he was willing to offer you.

“I’ll teach you, baby.” Draken was speaking into your skin, planting kisses along your cheeks, down the column of your neck. He felt your pulses with his lips, the steady beat only picking up in pace when he looked up at you through hooded eyes. “But, you have to listen, you’ll be a good girl for me, won’t you?”

He already knew your answer, but he wanted to hear you say it.

“Y-Yes, I’ll be a good girl Dra…” you managed to whimper, voice slipping into a whine when his lips pushed over the flimsy strap of your tank top, dragging it down over your shoulder.

“Ken.” He laughed when you gave him this confused look. So naive, so very dumb.

But so very willing.

“Want you to call me Ken, can ya do that baby?”

When you realized what he was asking you let out a little “oh” and a nod, which pleased him to no end. His hand dragged your other strap down, leaving just a few inches left of coverage over your chest. It was the perfect place for him to pause, look you over just once more.

“Ask one more time for me baby, nice and pretty now.” This was his way of getting you to beg, and boy did you play into his hand so easily.

“P-Please Ken, please teach me, please—“

His will had broken long ago, the sweet sounds of your pleas, the tears that made your lashes clump. All of it had broken him down long before. His lips were back on your chest, one rough hand finally freeing your breasts from the confines of the little tank top you wore. He groaned as he squeezed each mound in his palms, the gasp you let put making his head feel light.

“Such pretty tits….” He murmured, his eyes narrowed as he took in the sight of your pretty nipples, which quickly peddled up as he smoothed his thumb over the bud. He poked his tongue out, curiosity getting the best of him as he swiped the wet muscle over your left nipple.

“O-Oh!--” Cute. He wanted to hear that little squeak on repeat, wrapping his lips around your nipple while he continued to massage the other. Your fingers quickly clung to his black hair, running through the soft locks before pulling him flush to your skin.

“F-Feels good Ken! Mhm! So good– I– want!!” Your words tumbled off your tongue mindlessly, mewls and whimpers getting pushed out as Draken released you with a pop. He licked his lips at your swollen bud, admiring the little indents his teeth had made before your tug on his hair snapped him back to reality.

“Watch it.” He warned, squeezing your breast hard enough to make you whimper. “Lemme take my time with you, Angel.”

“B-But–” You didn’t even know what you were pleading for, brain foggy as Drken moved on from your tits, large hands travelling to the hem of your skirt. The skirt was pulled from your legs with a few simple tugs, leaving you in nothing but a pair of dainty panties.

A pair that had a wet patch just waiting to be removed.

“You’re so cute…” Draken breathed out, his hands smoothing over your tummy, big enough to almost engulf your waist. Each touch of his fingertips on your skin left a tingling sensation, skin ablaze as you whimpered at him again, hips bucking off the mattress as he cupped your cunt.

“Please Ken…” You were gripping the sheets as he fiddled with the hem of your panties. Hooking his index finger under the material only to let it snap back against your sensitive skin. You could have cried from that, reaching for him.

Only for him to easily scoop up both wrists in one hand, pinning them back above your head. Although his eyes were nothing but stern, his lips were holding back a smirk, showing just how amused he was with how needy you became so quickly.

Although you didn’t notice, how could you when your only thought was him, his hands, his everything?

“Keep your hands up here, understood?” When he got a little whine and a nod he hummed in approval, pressing a feather-light kiss to your nipple. “Gunna teach ya how to feel good, but you can’t get in my way–”

“M’sorry, sorry Ken, won’t, please–” He let you babble on about apologize, easing your thighs open a little further. Once your fingers curled into the sheets above your head again he let go of your wrists, all focus drawn back to the little wet spot.

He was shameless as he pressed his nose into it, your scent instantly making him groan, pulling you closer to his face by the hips. He went as far as to nuzzle your covered pussy, pressing a kiss to where your clit was hiding under the fabric. You were trembling under his actions, each one making you whimper and whine for more.

“Smells sweet as candy, bet ya taste like it too, don’t ya?” There was a slur in his voice as his teeth took hold of the flimsy fabric, and rather than dragging it down your thigh he tore it off with one good tug.

You could have come right there, seeing the ruined pieces of your underwear dangling from his lips, the feral look in his eyes as he was finally met with the sight of your swollen pussy, covered in your own slick and making it glisten in the dim lighting.

He used two fingers to spread your lower lips apart, pupils only blowing out larger at the sight of your desperate little hole clenching at the air.

Beckoning him.

“First, you’re gonna come on my lips.” His voice was raspy, but it was enough to catch your attention, make you look at him with glossy eyes and a nod. “Gunna use my fingers too since I gotta work this pretty pussy open.”

“Kay ken, mhm… wanna feel you.” You muttered, the term pretty pussy making you flutter around nothing yet again. He just knew praise would make your brain turn off.

He licked one long stripe up your pussy, gathering the slick there. The action already had both of your groaning, a form hand on your hip keeping you pressed into the mattress as he let his tongue toy and flick at your pulsing clit.

“Oh! Yes–!” Every flick, every suck, every slurp of his tongue had you gasping, eyes squeezing out the pleasurable tears. It was like nothing you’d ever felt but you just needed more, needed to relieve that knot that was already so tight in your belly as Draken ate your pussy like it was his last meal.

You were just so sweet, just like he knew you would be, your arousal gushing onto his chin each time he kissed your clit. He knew you were wet enough by now, but he still spat a glob of saliva over your hole before slipping a finger into you.

Your mouth hung open in a little “o” as he pumped his thick finger in and out, and he couldn’t help but bite his lip at just how hard you squeezed his single finger.

Couldn’t help but think how tight you’d be when he finally bullied his cock into you.

“You’re so tight baby… gunna use another finger.” As much as he hated pulling his lips away from your pussy, he just had to see what your face looked like when he slid a second finger into you, and it did not disappoint.

You bit your already swollen lip, whimpering and attempting to buck away had it not been for the grasp on your hip. “S’too much, too much Ken–!”

“It’s just my fingers princess, you can take it…’ He was trying too hard to hold back his smirk, cooing praise as his fingers stretched out your gummy walls, in search of that one spot he knew would…

The tip of his index finally grazed the little lump, your eyes shooting open and your back arching from the sudden jolt of pleasure.

“There it is…” Draken hummed, massaging into the spot, making your body tremble. “This is your sweet spot, angel, feels so good, doesn't it?”

You nod, words lost to you as drool dribbles freely from your open mouth. It made him grin, adrenaline pumping through him as your pussy milked his fingers just like it would milk his cock… just as soon as he had a taste.

“C’mon baby girl, come f’me, yea? It’s gonna feel so good.” Draken’s words are a promise as he locks his lips back onto your clit. He’s suckling the precious bud, all the while his fingers massage your g-spot. He knows you’re overwhelmed, can tell by the way you jolt and cry.

But he needs to taste you.

You gasp as heat washes over you, the knot in your stomach snapping apart slowly. It’s the subtle graze of Draken’s teeth against your clit that sets you over, a cry of his name with a mix of slur’s spilling from your lips as you gush on his fingers.

Draken groans, you sounded so much better than he imagined coming undone. His fingers were pulled free quickly just so his lips could latch onto your cunt, lewdly slurping up your arousal even as your hips tried to desperately wiggle away.

“Fuckkkkk….” Draken groans as he finally lifts his lips from your swollen lower lips, the sight of his eyes narrowed and his chin covered in your arousal making your face heat up, embarrassment making you bring your hands over your face.

He chuckles, hovering back over you to press wet kisses along your arms. “Why are you hiding from me baby? Did so good f’me, felt good didn’t it?” His free hand petting your pussy, smearing your arousal over your skin and only further making a mess of your inner thighs.

You look at him through your fingers, slowly pulling your hands away when you catch sight of his handsome smile. You nod at him, hips bucking into his palm despite the way your clit tingles. “Mhm… felt good Ken, really good.”

“Good. Wanna feel better?” He asks, sitting up on his hunches. He grips the back of his shirt, easily pulling his shirt up and over his head, and the sight of his abs as you mewling for more. Your hands finally leave the sheets just to touch him, trembling fingertips smoothing over his abs with glossy eyes. He was so… so pretty? You had always thought so, but never acted on it, of course…

When his thumb smooths over your lip to collect the drool that leaks there you snap from your trance, his devious smirk making you whine. “You’re so cute.” He murmured, the dumb little look in your gaze only making his cock twitch harder.

So cute and so dumb, Draken was truly the luckiest man on earth tonight.

His cock was painfully hard when he finally pulled himself free, leaking a generous amount of pre that he used to slick up his length. His smirk grew when he caught you staring again, eyes wide and biting down so hard on your lower lip.

He held a hand out for you, helping you sit up a bit. He took your hand and placed your much smaller one on his cock, and the sight alone made him groan low in his throat.

Your fingers just looked so small as they wrapped around his length, your thumb rubbing along one of his veins with so much curiosity. You squeezed him and he hissed, instantly making your hand go slack around him.

“Not so tight angel.”

“M’sorry Ken…” You licked your lips, figuring out how much pressure to apply as you worked your palm up and down his shaft. Each time you almost reached the top his thick mushroom head would flush an even brighter pink, his pre dribbling from his tip and onto your fingers. Draken watches with wide eyes as you brought your hand to your lips, licking away his arousal with a pretty little sound.

Fuck.

He took hold of your hips again, lifting them so he could slide one of his pillows under your lower back. This angle had your hips sticking up a bit, your legs perched over his calves as he sat between your thighs. “Lay back” He instructed, and you didn’t pause with his instruction, laying back into his pillows while keeping your eyes glued to his cock.

“It’s gonna sting.” He warned, knowing that sting was probably an understatement as he laid his cock over your cunt, biting his lip to see that his tip almost reached your belly button.

“M’ready.” and you were, you wanted to be, your curiosity was getting the better of you, feeling his length rub over your cunt to get more slicked up, each time his tip caught your clit made you more impatient, reaching for his free hand and squeezing it tightly.

Draken positioned himself at your opening, greedy little hole sucking in his tip with minimal effort. It’s when the girth hit that you finally gasped, your rings of muscles attempting to make way for Draken’s cock. He shushed you with gentle coos squeezing your hand back and pressing warm kisses along your tear-stained face.

“Relax for me, little love…” He murmured against your skin, two fingers rubbing away at your clit. Draken was so tense and he held himself back, every muscle in his body rippling as he bullied his cock into your warm gummy walls.

“I-I–” You were stammering, chest shaking as you sucked in a breath. He had to be almost all the way in, right? When you saw only half of his cock had been pushed in you cried out a little, head shaking.

“S’not, not gonna fit~!” You sobbed, eyes watery as your legs trembled around him. He pressed a kiss to your lips this time, his finger never ceasing the slow circles on your bud to help break you open for him.

“It’ll fit sweetheart, promise, and it’s gonna feel so good… need ya to relax, can ya do that.” He looked at you,, expectantly, and who were you to say no? Not that you wanted to, considering your pussy was still milking away at what fit. You nodded, giving his hand another squeeze as reassurance.

Draken sucked in a breath of his own, and with one good jerk of his hips, his cock bullied itself all the way in, knocking up against your cervix and making you cry out for him. His fingers pinched your clit, the squeeze of your walls making his eyes roll back.

“Fuck– Jesus Christ, that’s it baby, my fucking god, you feel so good.” His own grunts drowned out your whines, which his delight soon turned to little moans as he kept working at your clit, your pussy holding him snuggly and almost refusing to let up.

It was the subtle bulge on your tummy, the outline of his cock sitting between your plush walls that really made him snap. He started thrusting, hips creating a steady pace that had his balls tapping up against your ass with each thrust. Your lips hung open in a silent cry, each pull and push of his hips making your walls squeeze even tighter. You were already too dumbed out to realize that Draken had placed the pillows beneath you because each time he was flush against you his cock head sat snuggly against your sweet spot, making your vision blur with each thrust.

“Fuck, baby, fuck. Got such a tight cunt.” He growled out through clenched teeth, the ring of arousal that already formed at the base of his cock making his own mouth water. You squeezed him like a vice, somehow tightening up even more each time he praised you, each time his fingers flicked your clit. Draken usually held pride at the fact that he could last in bed, holding out for the sake of his lovers.

But you? He just had to fill you up quick, had to see the dumb little look in your eyes when he pumped you full of cum.

Hit thrusts started to shake your whole body, breasts bouncing each time his hips smacked into your ass. His lips captured yours in a sloppy kiss, his tongue easily overpowering yours as your teeth clashed and drool fell down your chin. Your nails found purchase on his shoulders, leaving crescent-shaped moons that had him groaning into your mouth.

“Milkin my cock like a good little girl, such a good girl.” He noticed your eyes rolling back, your body trembles ceasing only for a few moments as your high washes over you unexpectedly. Your vision went white when you came this time, the cry of his name making him hiss.

It was almost painful, the grip your pussy had on his cock as you gushed around him. The mess was beautiful, soaking your inner thighs and his pelvis, making a squelching sound each time he continued to pump into you.

“Fuckin came all over my cock?” he knew your answer but wanted to hear your sob out a pathetic little “yes” as he braces his arms on either side of your head. He knew better than this, knew that fucking into you this roughly, this sloppily could scare you off.

But your pussy was asking for it, leaving his cock drenched as he continued to knock up against your cervix, ground his hips so his dick massaged your g-spot. It didn’t take long for him to finish, his dick pulsing before spilling load after hot load into your walls.

You shivered at the feeling, body twitching and legs slowly loosening around him as his thrusts started to slow down. A bead of sweat fell from his brow and onto your face, making you whimper softly.

Draken was in a daze as he watched his cock slowly slip in and out of you. By the time he was all the way out, his length was covered in a shiny layer of arousal, milky and glistening. He sighed, a little flutter going off in his chest as your battered pussy clenched at nothing, pushing out a bead of his cum.

“K-Ken~” he knew he shouldn’t have pushed it back in with a finger, knew that was irresponsible and greedy of him, but the action was done before he could really think it over, his lips smoothing over yours to sooth your cries.

“M’right here babygirl. Did so good for me, m’so proud of you.” He rolled to his side, letting you cling and tremble against him as you came back down to earth. He had no problem petting your sweat-slicked hair, shushing you with little kisses. “You’re okay, such a good girl.”

If it meant you’d come back to him. And he was certain after this, you’d be crawling at his feet.

He didn’t bother leaving you, you were clinging onto him too tightly. So instead he just scooped you up, brought you to the bathroom. He was so gentle when he placed you on the toilet, and even though you were fussing about going in front of him, he was adamant about it as he washed his face.

“I can’t pee in front of you, Ken!”

“I’m not even paying attention, you need to try, it’s good for you, so you don’t get any infections.”

“What do you mean, an infection?!” He chuckled, of course, you knew nothing about that.

Once he had you calm again, face and legs clean from a washcloth he helped you slip into one of his old sweaters and a pair of boxers. You were basically sleepwalking back to his bed, mumbling something incoherent as you cuddled into his pillow.

“The bed’s all yours…” He spoke with a smirk, pressing a little kiss to your temple as he pulled the covers up to your shoulders. You were out in seconds, and Draken took your precious little snores as his cue to get up and stretch a bit, check his phone and grab water for you in case you woke up with a hangover.

It was 4 am, but what made his brows raise was the number of messages in the group chat. He clicked on it, ready for a good laugh. But instead, his stomach dropped.

Takemichi: Draken! Why is my sister at your place?!

Mitsuya: No fucking way…

Baji: Draken, you dog. 🐶

Chifuyu: How do you know she’s there?

Takemichi: I have her location! I was supposed to pick her up at some party but it says she is at Drakens !!

Takemichi: Draken I’ll beat your ass–

Baji: I’ll do it for ya buddy. 💪🏼

Mitsuya: ur done for dude

Mikey: dirty dirty kenchin ///:

Chifuyu: 💀💀

Kazutora: man strikes again 🫣

Pa-Chin: literally a sister fucker dawg

Mitsuya: ur never seeing my sisters again 🫡

Takemichi: they’re not fucking! DRAKEN YOU BETTER NOT BE FUCKING HER–

He was never gonna hear the end of it.

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