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mommypieck · 6 months
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⌗︙・scissoring with mai ⸜⸜・
mai is like a sly cat, crawling into your bed during girls sleepover.
"i know you want me as much as i want you." she purrs into your ear, licking at your neck. she kisses down your neck and collarbones, pulling your body in her lap. she kisses, swirling her tongue against yours. spit drops from your mouth down to your boobs, the little nightgown wasn't the best idea. and mai sees the problem. she pulls it off your body, moaning when he sees your boobs. she licks at them, sucking the nipple into her mouth. her hands travel down to your panties and she swiftly takes them off, leaving you bare in front of her. mai licks her fingers before pressing them down to your pussy, rubbing it in fast circles. she can't stand this teasing any more. she quickly undresses herself too, pulling your legs over hers. you both moan in ecstasy when your pussies touch. she humps against you, rubbing her wet pussy over yours. your clit catches against her in the best way, making you both get ever wetter. the quite room is filled with filthy smacks of your pussies accompanied by your moans.
"im gonna cum." she moans, closing her eyes. it almost hurts how much she needs to let go. she rubs against you harder, making you both cum at the same time.
"we made such a mess." she giggles. sometimes it's good to have such a slut for a friend.
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lovedazai · 6 months
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SUNNY SIDE UP
about dazai doesn’t like waking up, especially when he wakes up alone; he finds his own way to convince you to come back to bed.
ft. dazai + f!reader, unprotected sex in the bathroom, mirror sex (kinda), ur both sleepy & soft…mdni !!
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every morning, you wake to the sweetest alarm: fingertips dancing up your back, soft lips kissing against your face, and the sweet sound of dazai whispering your name. today, your eyes open all on their own, and instead, you’re met with calm breathing against your neck, soft bangs pressed against your jaw, and the pretty sight of dazai’s lashes resting on his cheeks.
something pleasant flutters inside you as you watch him rest. you trace a finger across the straight edge of his eyebrow, down the slope of his nose, before your fingers ghost over his lips, watching them twitch. dazai always clings to you, but in his sleep he lets you go with no struggle at all; his arm slides off your waist, landing gently onto the sheets. you pull your comforter over his shoulders, pressing a parting kiss to his forehead.
you sneak into the bathroom as quietly as you can. your sleepy eyes are heavy, open just enough for you to smile at the sight of two toothbrushes on the counter before they close against the bright light. there are little pieces of dazai all around your apartment; his shirt tossed on your floor, an extra roll of bandages in your cabinet, a bottle of his favorite cheap sake in your kitchen. you carved out a space for him in your daily routine, and he fit inside of it perfectly.
the mint of your toothpaste settles against your tongue as you lazily brush your teeth, eyes fluttering open when soft hands sneak beneath your shirt. it never took long for dazai to seek you out, always gravitating towards you by some invisible force.
“why’d you leave me?” he whines, nuzzling his face into your hair as he pulls you into his chest. “don’t you know how cold i get without you to keep me warm?”
you uncap your cleanser, rubbing it into a lather as he presses open mouthed kisses where your sleep shirt hangs down and exposes your shoulder. you turn in his hold, feeling the soap slide down your wrists as he looks at you brightly, hands tightening on your waist, ready to pull you back to bed in victory before you boop him with your foamy hands.
he blinks at you, bubbles dripping down the tip of his nose. he swipes at them with his thumb before his lips curl wickedly, and without warning, he strikes; he grabs your jaw, pulling you into his reach and kissing every inch of your face until you’re giggling and squirming against the hard edge of the counter. you quiet when his mouth meets your own, his teeth grazing the fragile skin of your bottom lip. 
“come back to bed,” the words vibrate against your mouth, punctuated with another kiss as he rubs his nose against yours. “pretty please?”
it’s tempting; the way his eyes sparkle in the bathroom light, and his morning voice, deep and soft, caresses your ears like velvet. his warm hands stroke soothingly against your skin like he’s trying to get you to melt between his fingers. it was almost enough to make you consider going back. almost.
“you know we have work today,” you say instead, turning around in his hold as you rub the cleanser in circles on your face. he settles his arms around your waist once more, cheek falling to the top of your head with a sigh.
he refuses to detach from you for even a second, grip only tightening when you bend down and rinse the bubbles off your face, pressing back into his hips.
nestled against him, the indulgent part of youーthe one dazai has effortlessly charmed and wrapped around his fingerーcan’t help but regret getting out of bed. you rub your moisturizer into your cheeks as he noses behind your ear, warm breath a welcome contrast to the early morning chill that settled over your apartment.
he tucks your hair over your shoulder, pressing his lips against your nape with a tenderness he only allowed you. you shiver in his hold, grabbing onto one of his bandaged arms as it inches up your shirt. his fingers trail along your ribcage before he’s squeezing your breast, his other hand slipping beneath the elastic of your underwear.
“is this okay?” he mumbles, and you catch his sultry gaze in the reflection of the mirror as he trails to the spot below your ear, mouthing at your skin. his touch is warm against your chest, even through the soft cotton of his bandages.
you hum a quiet mhm as you grip the edge of the counter, unsurprised to feel his hardening cock straining through his underwear when you arch backward. you feel his exhale, so forceful his breath grazes the warm skin of your cheek when you grind against him.
your nipples poke through your shirt from his attention, and he pinches one between his pointer and thumb, the others digging into the soft skin of your breast. he locates your clit expertly with his other hand, circling it with just enough pressure to have you writhing before he strokes down to dip shallowly into your hole. you push back into his hand as he teases you, prodding two fingers into your warm cunt.
your lips part, breathing growing uneven as you press back against him impatiently. he kisses where he can reach, slipping through your folds before he circles back to your clit. you arch backward, pushing your chest into his hand before he pulls his hand away completely.
“dazai,” you whine, eyebrows furrowed when you feel his grin against your neck, the hum he lets out vibrating against your skin. “please.”
“please? i���m not sure i know what you mean, bella.”
he slides your underwear down your hips until they fall to your feet, and his cock presses against your bare ass as he pulls his own off. your fingers grip at nothing in particular on the counter as he drags himself through your folds. you almost want to whine and kick your feet in childish agitation, but you tilt your head back to pout up at him instead. he smiles down at you, kissing your head innocently.
“dazai,” it breaks off into a moan as he presses hard against your clit, breathily giggling against your ear. “i need you.”
“but i’m right here, aren’t i?” he coats his fingers in your arousal before he pushes two inside you, scissoring them gently. “you’re going to have to use your words if you want something more.”
“osamu,” his breath catches at the sound of his name, so breathy and desperate and needy. you don’t get the chance to be satisfied that you caught him off guard before you’re keening as he bends his fingers enough to graze that sweet spot inside you, your knees growing weak. “i need you to fuck me. now, please.”
he squeezes your ass in a silent command for you to spread your legs, and you do, nudging against him as you arch backwards. he keeps one hand on your hip, the other bunching the back of your shirt as he drags his cock across your folds.
you sigh when he finally, finally pushes inside of you; he fits so perfectly that you could swear he was made for you, and you knew he shared your sentiment. stuffed to the brim with his cock, flush against him, and caged against the counter, your sleep-addled mind clouds over. you’re only grounded by his thumb, rubbing small circles against your hips before you press backwards, and he starts to fuck you properly. he keeps a steady pace, and the rhythm lulls your eyes closed. you raise you onto your tiptoes each time he thrusts inside of you, moans embarrassingly loud as they ricochet off your hollow bathroom walls.
when you peek your eyes open, you’re met with the sight of yourself in the mirror, and you hear him groan when you clench at the view: the glow of your skin, dewy from your moisturizer and flushed from arousal, your lips plump and parted, and your shirt taut and lifted from how he has you pinned to the counter.
his hair covers his eyes, but when you moan his name, he lifts his head and meets your gaze. your stomach flips; even in the reflection of your mirror, you can see the warmth his brown eyes radiate and you’re certain if you looked close enough, he’d have little hearts floating where his pupils should be, like marshmallows in hot chocolate.
he pulls you upwards until you’re flush against his chest. you reach up and grip his hair between your fingers, his own tightening against your bare skin. even your teeth sinking into your bottom lip do little to muffle you, but he’s quick to pull it away anyway, eager to hear the way you cry out as his hand settles against your jaw.
“look at how beautiful you are,” he whispers, pressing a kiss to the fluttering pulse point on your neck as you tilt your head into his palm to give him better access. his movements stutter when you pull at his hair harder. “my gorgeous girl.”
he turns your head until he can press his lips to yours, hand on your hip guiding you with a gentle urgency to face him. he lifts you onto the counter, surface cool against your feverish skin. your underwear falls off your ankles and lamely onto the floor as your leg hoists upward, soft skin of your thigh squished in his grip. his eyes fall to your face immediately, taking in all of your pretty features as you’re on the edge of release, all because of him.
even without your instinctive need to cling to him, you don’t think you have it in you to steady yourself on the counter, mind foggy and body still limp with lingering sleepiness as he fucks you deep. his thrusts rock you back and forth, but you know he’d never let you fall. you wrap your arms around his neck, burying your whines against his shoulder.
he has your body memorized from the inside out, your sweet spots long since burned into his brain, and he hits the most important one hard and quick, enough for the air to be stolen from you. your entire body tenses, and with his warm thumb circling your clit, you don’t stand a chance before every inch of your body floods with warmth, trembling as your muscles spasm with pleasure.
your eyes roll to the back of your head, fluttering closed when you feel him press languid kisses to your jaw. he meets you halfway when you tilt forward for more of him, whispering something you can’t hear as you cum. his lips trail to the corner of your mouth as you pant, scratching your nails against his scalp.
his voice grows in pitch, vibrating against your skin the closer he gets. you press a kiss to his ear, tugging at his hair in the way you know will make him moan, and he does, voice beautiful and broken. his thrusts grow frantic, trying to nestle as deep as possible inside of you before he finally cums. his grip is hard enough to leave an imprint of his fingertips in your skin as he pulls you as close as he can and pumps you full. your toes curl in delight, ankles hooked and firm from where the heels of your feet press into his lower back. you feel more than hear the heaviness of his gasps, but he still presses his parted lips to yours, tongue licking at your lips before he pushes into your mouth.
he kisses you until you're dizzy, and you forget you’re still in the bathroom until you open your eyes. there’s a string of saliva connecting you to him when you pull away, and he breaks it as he licks his lips.
his eyes fall to your tender cunt as he pulls out of you with a blissful sigh. he makes up for the lost contact just as quickly, hand firm against your back to pull you to his chest. you sleepily sag against him, pressing your forehead against his bandaged neck as your eyes close.
“are you ready to go back to bed?” you don’t need to look at him to know he’s smiling, a little mockingly, you’re sure, and you nod against his shoulder, hoping you remember to flick his forehead later on. he slides you off the counter gently, enough for him to hoist you by your legs as your arms wrap around his shoulders.
he carries you carefully, each footstep gentle against the wooden floor. you yelp when he practically throws you onto your bed, back bouncing on the mattress as you settle on the abandoned sheets. he makes himself comfortable between your legs, his chin falling to rest on your sternum as you pout at him.
“your hair’s all knotty,” you barely get the words out, combing through it with gentle, lazy fingers. he nuzzles into your touch as you tuck his bangs away, beaming at you when his soft waves are smoothed out and his cheek rests in your palm.
“ahh, this is so much better,” he sings, pressing his fingertips to yours before he slides them to intertwine together. “now you’re right where you belong.”
he looks up at you, only to see your pretty eyes closed; you fell back asleep quicker than he thought you would. he’s watched you sleep enough to have the sight committed to memory, but he admires it all the same. he smiles, resting his face in the soft curve of his arm, feeling the soft rise and fall of your chest as his thumb brushes over your hand gently.
his eyes shift to the side at the flash of your phone, and he’s careful not to disturb you as he grabs it from your nightstand. the agency’s office line calling, no doubt wondering where you were; his eyes harden, something icky and irrational settling in his chest that something else nearly interrupted you, again. he powers it off, tosses it somewhere in the sheets with a sigh before he lets his own eyes fall shut again. they could leave a voicemail. 
he hopes you’ll accept his apology in kisses when you wake up.
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torrancefavgirl · 12 days
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DATING PERCY JACKSON HEADCANONS NSFW EDITION 🩵
Warnings: smut obviously, language
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He's a switch but more dom/top leaning cause he just wants to take care of you
Please scratch his chest and back he'll go insane
Also loves getting his hair pulled
Instant way to turn him on: kiss his neck
You can tell when he's turned on cause he can't keep a poker face to save his life
Bedroom eyes 24/7 without trying his eyes are just captivating
Constantly thinking about you under him or above him cause he's obsessed with you
Will go feral if you say his name everytime
Please moan its such an ego boost for him
Gets off on your pleasure
He'll praise the shit out of you👏
Praise him or tell him he looks good on top of you and he'll cum
Putting you on the kitchen counter to make out all the time
Yep, you've fucked in the kitchen multiple times before
Will make out with you even if his/your parents are in the room next to you
Loves seeing you undress even if it's not gonna go anywhere
An absolute God, whether it's his skill or how he looks when fucking you, it's insane
Walks out the shower with just a towel/boxers on to make you lose your mind
Wears his sweatpants LOW on his hips like you can see his v line and a little hair peeking out
Service top always
His scars make him look ×10 hotter which you didn't think was possible
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hana-no-seiiki · 1 year
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Hairpin | Popped
YAN DELINQUENT OC x READER
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Mori didn’t like salons or barbershops. He didn’t like it when people touched his hair or any part of his body for that matter. Despite his harsh looks and demeanor he had quite the fragile personal bubble. As such, his hair was kept a bit long throughout his life, only getting minor trims when his father doubled down and forced him to man up and take it.
He was used to snapping at people if they ever went too close, beating up those who thought they’d survive a brush with him.
And then came you, nonchalantly putting a hairpin on his head. As if he hadn’t singlehandedly sent a dozen students to the hospital just this morning. You, who suddenly stepped into his personal space like it was nothing, making a speech about him having to thank you for helping with his awful, smelly hair.
He didn’t like you. Maybe even hated you. Who were you to touch him like that? Hold his head so gently despite your cutting words.
And why couldn’t he stop thinking about you? Thoughts of rebellion and sticking it to the authorities were soon replaced by your scowl. Your soft hands. The mix of your bitter personality and sweet countenance.
Ah, and your hairpin.
Right. You must have worn this before. Used it on your own hair as you’ve done his. Held it, run it along your locks, cover it with your bodily oils.
He couldn’t help it. His tongue just started roaming the metal accessory. Desperate for a taste of you, a semblance of the feeling he got through your encounter. His hands subconsciously moved over his crotch, palming over his boxers.
He could think of another thing of his you could pop.
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skzms · 27 days
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HI MAY seung brainrot incoming LMAO
IM ABSOLUTELY SOBBING OVER FASHION WEEK SEUNGMIN I LOVE HIM SM he looked so nervous while at the show BUT HE SERVED SO HARD HE’S SO PERFECT I LOVE MY LOEWE BF!!!
and then of course i had to be horny about it so I’m just thinking about taking care of him when he gets back to the hotel room or wherever… his dick in ur mouth while u make him feel good and reassure him that he did so well and that ur so proud of him 🥹💗 all loving and shit like this boy needs to cum so hard he passes out fr!!!!!
heather I have been writing all night and your message just made me go absolutely bonkers so I wrote this in half an hour before I pass out
I’m also so stupid proud of him, sweet bean, but oh my GOD he looked so nervous and awkward and who can blame him?!?!? Fashion shows seem like a nightmare, honestly.
I …. changed this a lil bit …. like it's still soft but ... something about him ranting while you suck him off …… just got me
🔞 1.2k words, messy blowjob
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“Lime green,” he breathes out with a scowl that turns into a drawn out moan when you run your tongue up the velvety underside of his cock. “Who, fuuuck, decided that lime green would be a good colour?!”
You look up at your boyfriend, his pretty face pulled into glower, his lip pulled between his teeth as you run your hands up his thighs. He’s also rock hard, big and heavy and pink and leaky, boxers around one ankle where you’ve haphazardly tugged them, t-shirt rucked up enough to expose the soft expanse of his toned stomach.
“I think you looked incredible,” you mumble before you do it again, swirling your tongue around his cock, little kitten licks all the way up his shaft that have his hips jumping off the bed slightly. You give him a more solid lick and he groans, lets his head drop back into the pillows.
“So did everyone else, by the way,” you continue, gently tonguing at the little spot right underneath his head until his hands are fisting the sheets. “Stay, the press, fashion magazines.”
“I looked like an idiot,” he breathes and you punish (reward?) him by suckling his tip between your lips, the salty taste of his pre-cum coating your tongue.
You pull off enough to be able to mumble “you looked so fucking sexy,” before sinking back down and sucking him further into your mouth.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, baby, your mouth,” he babbles, one of his hands winding into your hair to keep you steady as you give him tentative little bobs, laving your tongue around his sensitive head.
“Fuck, I felt so awkward. And it was so loud and I barely understood what anyone was saying to me oh, shit, God, yeah, just like that.”
The most beautiful moan tumbles past his lips as you take him further into your mouth, teasing him until he starts hitting the back of your throat. You bring your hand up, wrapping it around his spit-slick cock and pull away, making him mewl unhappily.
“Everyone looked absolutely charmed with you, baby,” you tell him, your hand tightening around him until he groans. “They loved you, you could see it on their faces. I’m sure they don’t often get to meet someone so interesting at these events.”
A bead of pre-cum beads out of his slit at the praise.
You lean down to lap it up, and he digs the back of his head into the pillows.
“Please, baby, your mouth …” he babbles, and you comply, letting spit pool in your mouth before sinking back down on him entirely. Your saliva dribbles down his shaft, and he moans, his nails dragging over your scalp.
“Oh fuck but … oh my god,” he gets distracted again, “the lady I sat next to? Her outfit?! She had her whole … you know, her whole … chest was out. Like it could’ve slipped and boom.”
You giggle, the vibrations making his cock twitch against your tongue.
“You don’t usually have a problem saying the word tits,” you tease and watch him blush, impatiently wiggling his hips before wrapping your lips back around him.
“Yeah, when I’m fucking you, not trying to get my picture taken with some random model twice my age. I saw my entire career flash before my eyes.”
“Seungmin, baby, love of my life,” you rasp out, your throat already raw with use. You stare up at him from between his legs, making his pupils blow wider. You keep pumping his cock, wet and sloppy with your spit. You know you look positively debauched.
“You were the sexiest, most handsome man there, today, and I’m willing to bet money that you were also the most interesting, the most talented …” you trail off, lean down to dip your tongue into his slit, making his back arch a little, “I checked Twitter, I checked Bubble, everyone is so proud of you and absolutely in love with you. Did you hear everyone scream for you?! You did great.”
He blinks down at you so cutely you want to eat him up. You do the next best thing and wrap your lips back around his cock, your hand trailing down until you can massage his balls.
“Now, let me reward you and stop talking about another woman’s tits while I have your cock in my mouth,” you say before swallowing him all the way down in one go, hollowing your cheeks and relaxing your throat so he can slip deeper and deeper.
“S-sorry,” he gasps out, “oh, baby I’m sorry, you’re so … oh, so good to me …”
He groans again, laces his other hand into your hair as well and starts gently pushing and pulling you up and down on his cock, just the hint of it, allowing you to keep control if you want to. But you relax into his hold, hum to show him it’s alright, and then he grips you harder, tugs you up and down at a desperate, but unhurried pace.
“W-wish I could always t-take you with me,” he gasps out. “You always know how to turn my b-brain off.”
Your heart flutters in your chest, despite the ache in your jaw, the tears spilling from your eyes. You would let him use you over and over if it meant you would be the only one who got to see him like this, all undone and with his heart on his sleeve.
He’s chanting your name now, a litany of beautiful little gasps in between, until his grip tightens, and he tugs you lower and lower.
“I-I’m gonna … baby, please, oh, please …”
He’s still begging, babbling sweet nothings as he pushes you down, buries himself into your throat and releases.
And it feels like it goes on forever, his body arching and twitching underneath you, his fingers carding through your hair, trying to ground himself while his body is racked with waves and waves and waves of pleasure.
When he’s finally done, you carefully pull off and tug his discarded boxers back up his legs. Apparently it’s not fast enough because he whines, makes grabby hands at you, pulls you close as soon as you let him, straight into his chest, cupping your face and kissing you so sloppily you just know it was a good orgasm. All the pent-up energy from earlier melted from his bones.
“I’ve never come so hard in my life,” he slurs out when he pulls back, his eyes at half-mast as he stares at you. But he can’t mask the love.
You hum happily, give him another kiss on his soft, pliant lips, before you make to get up. He lets you go hesitantly, but when you turn around, you see he’s already starting to doze off. So you tug down his shirt, and pull the sheets up to settle around him, before you get up to get yourself some water and brush your teeth.
When you return, he’s snoring lightly. You turn off the light and slide under the covers.
His arm finds your body, and he pulls you against him, still asleep, a happy little hum on his lips.
You’ll tell him all of it again tomorrow.
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xxsabitoxx · 8 days
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“I don’t quite know what you’re talking about.” he did it again, this time keeping his grip tight as he pushed it up your thigh. Suguru could feel you shivering, struggling to keep yourself upright as he pushed his hands all the way up to the apex of your thigh. Then, he drew himself back down again, tantalizingly slow as he worked the remnants of his cum from earlier off of you. With your thigh spread out, he had a clear view of your cunt and the urge to lean forward and bury his face in it was unbelievably strong. But, Suguru wasn’t willing to give in just yet, drawing himself back just a bit so the water could hit your sudsy thighs. He watched the soapy water run down you in rivets, feeling your gaze burning holes into the top of his head as he leaned forward to kiss your knee. “You’re so beautiful, you know that?” another kiss was placed a little further up. “You may have told me that once or twice…” he shot you a look that made you smile “... or maybe a couple thousand.”
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on my knees
Summary : Reader gives Peter head for the first time.
"fuck Peter" you whimpered as Peter kissed and sucked on your neck leaving many hickeys to deal with tomorrow but in the moment you dont care.  
This wasn't the first time that making out with Peter got so heated, this has become an everyday occurrence. Usually you two would try and study but you would always end up on his lap hungrily making out and grinding slowly on each other. 
That was the current situation. your grinding against Peters very apparent boner quietly moaning your hands tugging at his shirt silently asking him to take it off.  He got the hint and takes it off, the sight always makes you speechless even if you've seen him shirtless countless times the sight always turns you on. 
"quit staring Y/N" He says with a slight smirk your cheeks turn a bright shade of pink, you hadn't noticed you were staring "sorry" Peter gently grabs your face with one hand, other on your waist and kisses you, the kiss was sweet unlike the earlier kiss.
His kisses move to your neck he finds your spot easily making you moan. You grab at his hair and pull him closer, Peter groans when you grind down on him the pressure on his rock hard dick being so pleasurable he felt like he was about to cum right then and there.
Peters kisses made you feel like you were on fire every ounce of your body was burning up, you took off your shirt revealing your red bra that pushes your tits up perfectly. Peters eyes widen and cheeks redden "Fuck Y/n you are so beautiful" you gave him a smile and kiss him again sweetly as a thank you before it swiftly turned heated again.
Your hands wander all over his bare chest and down his abdomen Peters breath hitches when your hands reach the waistband of his grey sweatpants. You pull away from the kiss " is this okay?" Peter nods, you give him a nervous smile. You and Peter have never gone this far before and you wanted to be good. 
" y-you don't have to if you don't want to that's okay" Peter says while giving you a smile " I want to"  You said as you drop down on your knees in front of his bed and start pulling his pants and boxers down at the same time, Peter helps you by lifting his hips. 
You gasp when you see his dick he was big and thick leaking with pre cum, you are still nervous but exited at the same time, you have been wanting to do this for a while you even researched how to give good head in preparation. "Please do something baby" You look up to see Peter panting heavily, face redder than you have ever seen before but it only made you more exited and determined to make him feel good. 
You leaned down and grabbed his dick you then bent down and licked his tip tasting his pre cum. Looking up to see his reaction his head was thrown back mouth agape, he already looked fucked even if you barely touched him . without looking down you started sucking on his tip before slowly going further down Peter moaned loudly and looked down making eye contact. 
"shit y/n you're so good at that" His words spurred you on making you go faster you jerked off what you couldn't take in your mouth. You moan as you feel Peter thrust his hips further into your mouth making you slightly gag. Peter quickly takes himself out of you " I'm so sorry are you okay? did I hurt you?" He checks your face for any injuries you laugh" Peter its okay it was actually really hot you should do it again"
"o-okay" you give Peter a quick kiss before going back to his dick licking  from the base to the tip then spitting on it. You jerk him off a little pulling moans and whimpers from Peter you bent down and started bobbing your head on his dick drool slid down on his dick creating a wet slobbering sound. His hands went to your hair making a ponytail "fuck babe shit feels so good" Peters loud moans and groans motivating you to keep going despite the ache in your jaw.
Peter thrusts gently into your mouth, making sure he didn't hurt you. You could tell he was close to cuming when his dick twitched you quickened your movements moaning when his dick hit the back of your throat the vibrations from your moan pushed him to close the edge " I-im going to cum baby" his thrusts quickened and his grip on your hair tightened you made eye contact as he came down your throat with a loud moan. 
after swallowing his cum and recovering from his incredible high he looks at you with a shy smile  "t-that was amazing baby thank you" he says as he reaches for tissues on his nightstand you shot him a confused look his eyes widen with realization "wait did you um s-swallow?" you opened your mouth and stuck your tongue out showing that you did indeed swallow every drop he gave you. 
"fuck" He pulls you up and kiss you hard groping your ass. the kiss got heated your tongues fighting for dominance. Peter moves you down on the bed " Your turn" he smirks
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allfearstofallto · 22 days
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saw yr posts abt submissive yanderes, and hear me out, tartaglia. i mean this from the bottom of my heart he is the one that wants you to do things to him, and while that’s not exactly submission i think it’s close enough?
just… in my mind he wants anything you’ll give him, he’ll give his body up to you, even if you punch and kick him, he takes it, sure he’d rather you treat him the way he would (does?) you, but any touch you give makes him feel like a wild animal.
tartaglia, who just needs you. idek i’m losing my train of thought 🙏
I don't think it's exactly what you wanted, but I got carried away and wrote masochist Childe👉🏾👈🏾. I hope that's okay!!! Personally, as a woman who loves femdom, it felt so good to write this though!! It was like I was going back to my roots.
TW: NSF.W Yandere themes, BDSM (bondage, sadism/masochism), violence, nipple play, unprotected sex, finishing inside, dub-con, overstimulation(?), choking
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“Hurt me more,” he cooed while looking up at you with big, eyes full of anticipation. Drool leaking from his lips, his cheek was already red and warm from your stinging slap across it, “C’mon, I know you hate me. Now's your chance to treat me like you do.” He'd goad you with that same smug, smirk on his face.
Childe's big strong arms were tied with a rope to the headboard. The material was tight, digging into the flesh of his wrist anytime he'd struggle against them. But despite the aching pain you could imagine he was feeling, he showed a face of hunger, of desire for more.
His cock, large and twitching, was strained against his boxers, begging to be let free from its confines. When you brought another rough slap down across his cheek, you watched it twitch and leak and darken that already deep fabric with his precum, while he trembled with his tongue lolling out of his mouth.
He'd grind his hips up, wanting you to free his aching dick, but you never did. You knew he could cum without it and he did too. Your hand would slide up his chiseled stomach, his body was always slightly colder than what it was supposed to be, and you squeezed one of his pink nipples between your finger tips. As hard as you could. Squeezing and twisting until your hand shook.
Lips clenched together, he muffled his own moans. His cock twitched in his underwear a few more times, the head of it rubbing against the precum he'd already spilled on his boxers .He came like that, the many shots of his semen continuing to soak the cloth until it began to drip down his cock again.
When he stilled from his orgasm, his body still twitching, he smiled at you lovingly. All the disgust you felt towards him still there, you'd turn away without a word.
You never took yourself to be much of a sadist, the idea of it being like a whisper of the night, never being brought to the day, but that was before Childe took you. Locked away in his home, falling victim to his torture that he called love, you felt animosity towards him grow. That animosity would turn into violent fits of rage, ones that he never took seriously. There was no way you could actually hurt a harbinger, especially without a vision, but that didn't stop you from trying. And one fateful day, you actually managed to connect a punch to his jaw.
It was your first time ever punching someone and felt more like you were hitting a brick wall than a person. You shook your sore hand out, immediately regretting what you'd done for the pain it caused you instead. But Childe stood there stiff, a little bruise forming on the side of his face. His eyes had rolled back, body beginning to shutter. His mouth agape, he let out a soft, low moan. You were going to tell him to stop joking around, that he wasn't funny, until he dropped to his knees in front of you, a wet patch forming on the front of his pants. Childe had cum just from your little act of violence.
While he loved the art of fighting. The rush that ending another life gave him, the way his body felt while he was throwing punches, it was an unmatchable adrenaline rush, he never knew he was one for pain. Pain from your hands felt different. It felt pleasurable. A familiar stinging followed by tingles that shot through his body. Only you could do that to him.
“You're incredible, my angel,” he moaned while kissing up your thighs, wanting to do more with this new found knowledge of his.
He had you laid back on the bed, pounding into your tender cunt with little mercy. Each long stroke of his cock made your toes curl from the unwanted pleasure of him hitting your insides. Your legs on his hips, you squeezed the sheets for leverage as you begged for him to stop, or at the very least slow down. He was going to fast, too drunk and clumsy from the satisfaction your dripping pussy was giving him.
Childe’s large hand engulfed your wrist, a feeling you were familiar with. Instead of holding you in place so he could fuck you deeper into the mattress with less struggle from you like you thought he would, he lifted it up and placed your palm to his neck.
“Make me,” he growled, lust clouding his eyes. Uncertainty caused you to tremble for a moment before you realized that this was Childe, nothing you could do could actually hurt him. He was asking for it, even going as far as to lift your legs higher, to thrust into you deeper, to make you try to stop him more.
You squeezed that muscled throat, choking him with the hope that he might actually die, but knowing better. He loved it, his already obnoxious moans were even louder than before. His thrusts felt even more rough, hips slapping against yours as you actually felt yourself growing a little aroused from this and he noticed too. A smirk on his face as he struggled to inhale, but still fucking you at that same brutal pace with those same deep, strokes.
He strained to speak as he tried to tell you he was cumming, his mouth just opening and closing, drooling down his chin. Childe forced his cock balls deep inside of you, going so deep with his length it almost felt uncomfortable. He began to cum, dick twitching like mad against your walls. Soft whimpers and groans would drop from his lips as you didn't let go of him, only squeezing his throat tighter.
His cock didn't get the chance to soften, he stayed hard as he started slow, shallow thrusts into your pussy again. The mixture of the pain of overstimulation and lack of air from your choking has him convulsing, but he didn't pull out, using his own cum as lube.
“Ah…hah…just say you want to milk me dry, my love, I'll keep going,” he managed to grunt through tears, his orange hair sticking to his forehead with sweat.
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bimbobaggins69 · 2 months
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𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐞
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After riding around for what felt like hours while Steve’s fingers played idly between your thighs, he finds a secluded area that he’s positive is always deserted. You climb over the middle console into the backseat and Steve follows right behind you. He begins kissing your neck as the humming of music could be heard lulling through the speakers. He’d removed your panties almost as soon as you got in the car, setting them on his gear shift as if some kind of prize. His fingers move back between your plush, soaked thighs and this time he’s plunging two in, finding your g spot instantly. Your brain goes numb and breathy moans begin to fall from your lips, fogging up the car windows.
“Tight little cunt is so wet and ready for me, baby.” He whispers into your neck as his fingers move at an unrelenting pace. “Needy little thing, just sucking me right in like a greedy little slut.” He groans when you begin to tighten around him, your release already so close.
“Don’t come until I’m inside you, pretty baby.�� He gives your neck one last kiss before he’s removing his fingers, making you whine from the emptiness. “Don’t worry, I’m gonna give you what you want.” He says, chuckling at your desperation.
“Please Stevie.” You beg, but before you know it, he’s already released his hard, aching cock from its confines and just as eager as you, he thrusts inside of you to the hilt. The stretch is delicious and painless from all of your dripping wetness that is now leaking onto the leather seats of his car.
“Oh fuck.” He whimpers as he hammers inside you, balls slapping against your asshole as heavy breathes and moans drown out the music.
“Steve, baby I’m gonna, oh my-” you mewl into his chest as you come, the stars that shine brightly above the car are no match for the ones that beam behind your eyes as your high enraptures your body and mind.
“Mmm, oh shit, I’m gonna fill this greedy little pussy up, she want that baby? She want me to fill her up?” Steve babbles as his cock begins to twitch inside of you.
“Yes, please fill me up, Stevie.” You groan as ropes of warm come shoot deep within your throbbing walls, that are now sore from the pounding you were just given.
“I love you, pretty girl.” Steve murmurs before placing a soft kiss on your lips and rubbing the tip of his nose sweetly against yours.
“Come on, let’s get you home before your parents kill me.” He teases, making his way out of the backseat. But suddenly he stops, his eyes falling onto the fogged up window. He brings his pointer finger up and writes the both of your initials before incasing them inside the perfect hand drawn heart. He shoots you a wink then steps out of the car, holding his hand out for you to follow.
You really couldn’t get enough of him or your late night drives.
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theabyss444 · 8 months
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head empty, just thinking about grinding geto’s cock while you are both panting and sweating. Hes lying over his back while you are on top. His hair is messy and sweaty, his cheeks flushed, and unable to stop biting hard his lower lip to muffle his slutty moans. His hands griping your hips HARD, trying to ground himself, but i doesnt help. The view displayed in front of him is gonna be the end of him.
your puffy lips against his angry red tip, every time your puffy clit bumps over his tip your sweet voice cracks, your teary fucked out face, your sweaty messy hair, your puffy swollen lips from all the previous kissing and your teeth biting on them. Your hands on your chin while your arms hold your boobs on place after another drag of your hips.
its too much, for him THIS is too much, and he cant hold it anymore. all he can do now is try to bump and grind you harder over his lenght while he has to bring a hand over his mouth to muffle his pathetic beautiful moans and whines.
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jellys-compendium · 3 months
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Tying the Knot
A Vergil x f!Reader Oneshot
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Rating: Explicit (18+ Only)
Summary: To many, Vergil's demonic form is frightening. But to you, it's just as adorable and endearing as the man that lies beneath. Cw: smut, fluff, tender sex, monster sex, knotting, cockwarming, stuffing, teasing, Vergil is touch starved but he will never admit it, Reader is mute, non-traditional 'marriage' proposal Word Count: 1'684 A/n: The saga of fluffy writing for Vergil continues.
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The content purr thrumming in Vergil’s chest is so soothing. It’s deep and blissful, lulling your own body to relax and melt into the heat of his own.
Your hands gently caress over Vergil’s body, your soft pliant flesh tracing the jagged and unyielding plates that lie beneath. Vergil’s appearance in this form is formidable, even frightening. But the tender way in which he cradles you in his claws has you softly cooing his praises and pampering his chin and teeth with soft, little pink lipped kisses.
Each and every single one of Vergil’s movements is careful. They are calculated and precisely timed. The hide of his devilish body is strong and sharp in most places, and he knows that with one wrong move he can slice open your fragile flesh with ease. 
So, Vergil tempers the wanting. You can feel the itching burn of his hunger twitch beneath the muscles on his body. The passion and desire that swirls and swims through his veins is like an expertly crafted wine—potent and powerful. But Vergil’s will proves to be the victor. He won’t risk harming you in a fleeting moment of carnal lust. 
Still, that doesn’t mean that you’re impervious to impatience.
Gently wiggling your body beneath his, your pussy clenches, and you silently groan, drawing in breath as the engorged and throbbing knot inside you presses harder against your g-spot.
Vergil tenses, a warning little growl catches in his exhaled breath as his grip on your hips tightens.
“Be still.” His words are strained, but his tone is soft and gentle even with its demonic trill. 
You smile, a wordless “sorry” in your eyes as your lips press into a thin line. The giggle you try to suppress writhes in your chest, and Vergil feels it. If he could frown in this form, you imagine that he would.
“You’re laughing.” He accuses.
Being cradled by the pillow, you shake your head as best you can. But the voiceless dance of air that tumbles past your smiling lips betrays you.
 ‘Sorry.’ You sign. ‘Just a little impatient for the next round.’
Vergil sighs, and you hear shifting along the sheets. A gentle pressure circles around your waist, and you look down to see that the culprit is Vergil’s tail.
“Insatiable little succubus, aren’t you?”
You smile, pressing another little kiss to where you imagine his nose might be if he were in his human form.
‘Look who’s talking. It better not be the demon who’s locked his cock inside me for the third time tonight.’
Vergil snorts, rolling his glowing blue eyes at your response. You reach up to spoil him with more kisses all while running your hands over his wings, his back, his horns. Vergil’s hypnotic purring gets louder with each part of him you worship.
He really does love to be touched. By you, specifically. Every time your fingers seek him out, he’s always leaning his body towards yours. If the two of you are in the company of others it’s quite subtle, but the moment it's just you and him behind closed doors, it becomes so adorably obvious.
Like a cat, Vergil basks in the softness of your touch, arching against your fingers while pulling you deeper into his embrace. And while Vergil still does retain his stiff and standoffish demeanor most of the time (even with you), it’s tender little moments like this where you can peer behind the curtain and bask in the gentle warmth of his tender heart. He really is a big sensitive softy. With the soul of a poet to boot.
“Have you had your fun?” Vergil’s mouth opens and his long blue tongue slides out from between his sharp fangs to tenderly lap at your cheek.
Exhaling wistfully your own satisfaction, you nod.
‘I have. But I won’t object to one more round.’
Vergil’s amused chuckle fills the air as your brows wiggle. Your teasing fingers make their way down to the place where the two of you are connected. As you touch him, the comforting purr in Vergil’s chest intensifies—the vibrations traveling all the way down to where he has you knotted. 
Your jaw slacks as a spark of pleasure ignites a new fire in your core. With hips arching further up to grind yourself against him, you bite your lip before pulling your hand back to massage your neglected clit.
Vergil growls, eyes fixating on where your fingers toy. 
Then abruptly, the half-demon ends your play. With a heavy groan Vergil takes both your hands into his own, entwining your fingers as he brings them to his mouth, licking the remnants of both of your fluids from your digits.
His sigh of rapture sends another pang of heat flowing through you. And when Vergil looks at you, the demonic glow of his eyes holds within them all the tenderness in the world.
“You are so precious to me.”
Vergil’s words are so soft—whisper quiet—like they are a secret to the very air itself. But to you they may as well have been screamed in your ear. Your eyes widen and your heart nearly stops in your chest as Vergil looks down at you. There is the slightest tremor to his breaths now.
Then his hands release yours and using the words you had taught him, he clumsily signs.
‘Stay here with me.’
Then, he points to his heart.
You’re dumbfounded, staring at the half-demon above you with utter awe as your heart and mind tries to process what you had just seen. Vergil stares silently back at you, patient as he allows you to ponder your response. He never rushes you. He is never demanding of the beautiful words you craft into the air.
But you find yourself rushing at this moment. Rushing to tell him exactly how you feel. Neither you nor Vergil had been very good at communicating your feelings in life, but now —in this private little moment—it feels totally effortless.
Happy little tears spring in your eyes, and you smile, reaching up to wipe them away with one hand as you sign with the other.
‘Always.’
And Vergil purrs happily, leaning down to take you in his arms. You wrap him in your embrace too, pressing kisses to his face. But your pampering is cut short, as Vergil takes hold of your waist and shifts his hips away, slowly pulling and popping his knot out of you.
A pathetic little whine escapes your throat as Vergil pulls out. Losing the feeling of his hot cock throbbing inside you makes you feel so lonely and empty. 
“Shhh,” Vergil hushes, clawed fingers moving down to capture and cup your ass. You gasp as Vergil hoists you up, placing you prettily upright and in the crux of his lap, dangling you just above the glistening cock still covered in your arousal and his cum.
Gosh, he’s still so hard and throbbing like he hadn’t just spent the last ten minutes nestled deep inside you.
Lowering you down gently, the head of Vergil’s cock presses against your swollen folds, then strokes from your clit to your entrance. 
Your hands land upon his shoulders, steadying yourself as you sigh and peg him with a pleading look.
‘Please. Don’t tease me.’ You mouth.
Vergil nods, nestling his cockhead at your twitching entrance. He pauses for a heartbeat, then two, before he slowly slides you all the way down to his knot.
You gasp in pleasure as you’re filled anew, pressing your lips to his teeth as you melt into his arms. Vergil hums, snaking that long demonic tongue into your awaiting mouth with rapture—the only way the two of you can kiss while he is in this form.
You suck on his tongue, relishing in his taste and how he trembles as you clench your pussy around his cock. Coaxing him and milking him, grinding against him as you beg him with each sensual movement of your body.
And Vergil is more than eager to oblige.
The thrusting starts slow as Vergil eases himself in and out of your sopping pussy. There’s not an ounce of hurry in his movements. Instead, he frees his tongue from your mouth and moans—the demonic trill he releases sending shivers all along your skin as he savors every fleshy inch of your insides with his cock.
“So sweet,” Vergil softly pants. “No matter how many times…”
You want to tell him that you feel the same way, but your hands are currently busy gripping for dear life against his armored shoulders. So instead, you press a tender little kiss to his forehead, and Vergil understands.
The two of you writhe and thrust and pant, clutching one another with loving and desperate hands as Vergil pounds into your cunt. The wet slap of your skin against his and the desperate little breathless sounds from both of your mouths send the two of you into a frenzy. Rutting against the other as you both seek that blissful release.
It’s not long before you’re coming on Vergil’s cock, and he groans with pleasure, stilling as your pussy pulses and grips his monstrous girth like a vice.
“Let me knot you,” Vergil gasps, voice strained as he fights off his own climax. 
“Please.”
You nod desperately, tears of pleasure staining your lashes as you work yourself down on his knot, trying to take it yourself but knowing that you’ll need his help to do so.
And with one forceful push, Vergil stuffs his knot inside you, tearing a voiceless cry from your throat as you wrap your arms around his neck—both of your bodies quivering as Vergil fills you to the brim and then some.
Vergil moans softly as he succumbs to his own pleasure, holding you tight as he pumps you full of his cum. He wishes that he could stay right here, inside you and on this bed forever. But Vergil has lived long enough to know that such moments are fleeting, and to savour every second while he can.
He’ll treasure you—his little muse—until the day that he dies.
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lovedazai · 17 days
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03. ACROSS THE UNIVERSE . . . dazai finally gets everything he’s ever wanted: you. in return, he tells you the truth.
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ft. beast!dazai + f!reader, pm boss!dazai, civilian!reader, possessive behavior, spoilers for beast au light novel & manga, reader ignores red flags, oral (both receiving), unprotected sex, dazai cries, multiple (two) rounds…mdni !! 4.7k w.c.
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dazai never considered himself a lucky man, until now.
you don’t seem to care that you only just met him yesterday morning as you let him trail his hands along the silky fabric of your dress, caressing your hips with the tenderness of a lover. he only lets you go to allow you to pull his jacket off his arms, and his hands are already back on you again before it even hits the floor. you unbutton his vest enough to slip your hands beneath his shirt, reaching up to kiss him as you strip him down. your tights find their way to the ground with his tie, and his belt follows right after.
your giggle vibrates against his mouth as his fingers spread against your ribcage, trying to hold as much of you as he can fit in his hands, and he pries into your smile with his tongue. you cup his jaw, not letting him separate from you as you guide him down the hall toward your bedroom. your hands fumble with the doorknob, wincing when you accidentally bump him against the edge of the door.
“sorry,” you smile shyly, but he swallows the words, not wanting to be apart for another second. he doesn’t even feel it anyway; he thinks if you pulled out a gun and shot him at this moment, he might’ve even thanked you.
you intertwine your fingers with his as you lead him into the dark of your room, and he’s suddenly surrounded by everything that is so quintessentially you. he commits it all to memory: the title of the book on your nightstand, the delicate splay of jewelry on your dresser, the pajama shorts hanging over the side of your hamper in the corner. he wants to belong here with you so badly, to forcefully carve a space for himself in your life, even if it was jagged and splintered.
he jolts out of his thoughts when you cup his cock through his trousers, grinning when you feel he’s already hard. you kiss a line across the sharp edge of his jaw to the delicate curve of the column of his throat, remnants of your lipstick staining his bandages a pale pink. you place a kiss on every new piece of exposed skin and cotton as you unbutton his shirt, your lips traveling down his chest and his stomach until you reach his waistline. the sight of you on your knees for him, paired with the warmth of your palms sliding up his thighs feels like enough for him to cum all over your pretty face. he forces himself to think of anything else as you unzip his pants: that meeting he canceled yesterday, chuuya and his stupid hat, anything. this had to last.
he slips the more you touch him, practically throbbing against your hand as you pump his cock. you lick up a stripe up his length, catching the pearly drops that leak from its head on the tip of your tongue. he watches, pretty brown hues seeped in adoration as you let his balls settle in your palm, fondling them softly as you press wet kisses along his length. you suckle on the tip, leaving him slicked with your spit as you stroke him steadily.
he cups your jaw with a trembling hand, running his thumb along the plush of your bottom lip as his cock pops out of your mouth. you flutter your lashes up at him, kissing the tip of his finger. everything that’s happened these past two daysーbut especially thisーis so much more than he deserved; even still if he doesn’t get more, he swears he’ll die. he slips his thumb into your mouth, past your teeth until he presses down onto the cushion of your tongue, pulling your jaw open.
you keep your eyes locked on his visible one as he pushes inside you. your lips wrap around him pliantly, tongue soft as it rubs along the underside of his cock. your hands stay on his thighs, thumbs rubbing soothing strokes along the sensitive skin beneath his hipbones as you engulf him in your mouth as best as you can. he strokes your hair as you bob your head up and down his length with care, swirling the tip of your tongue around the head of his cock before you take him the slightest bit deeper.
he feels himself getting closer towards the point of no return embarrassingly quick, inhibitions melting away into sizzling hot need like butter in a pan. he thrusts his hips forward, moaning as he feels the tips of your nails dig into his skin and hears your soft gag. your eyes are dilated, the blacks of your pupils glistening with tears the further he pushes and the more he takes from you, bumping against the back of your throat.
he closes his fingers around a bunch of hair at the crown of your head, feeling you constrict around him as you try to breathe around his length. it’d be so easy to cum down your sweet little throat just like this, but he can’t let this end already, not when he’s so close to making you his.
“wait,” it takes everything in him to pull you back, your hair still wrapped around his palm and tangled in between the gaps of his fingers. there’s a string of saliva connecting you to the head of his cock, and he watches as it snaps when you lick your lips, parted and panting. “let meー i want to…please?”
“you’re so cute like this,” you lean forward and kiss his tip, and he tugs at your hair softly. you rest your cheek against his thigh as you press little kisses to his hips lazily. “tell me what you want.”
you’re still wearing your clothes, and his eyes trail down to your chest, watching the rise and fall of your heavy breaths. he can see the rhythm of your heart in the dip of your breasts, racing so fast it beats through your skin.
he trails his fingers through the ends of your hair, brushing them over your shoulder. his thumb catches on one of your straps, and he slides it down your arm, exposing one breast and then the other, watching as they drop from the fabric of your dress. your nipples perk against the chilly air, only hardening more under his attention as he skims the pads of his thumbs over them, squeezing your tits in his palms greedily. he swallows, feeling the saliva pool in his mouth, indulging in the dreamy exhale that falls from the back of your throat as your shoulders melt beneath his touch.
he’s never held something so soft in his hands before. he joins you on the ground, knees pressing uncomfortably into your hardwood floors. he takes one of your breasts into his mouth, kneading the other between his fingers. he keeps your nipple rolled between his teeth with just enough pressure to have you instinctively arching forward, and he soothes it with his tongue, circling the delicate peak of your tits. he matches your soft whimpers when you dig your fingers into his messy hair, nails scratching against his scalp and sending sparks shooting down his spine. your skin glistens with spit as he pulls back to squeeze your tits together, pressing open-mouthed kisses along the nook of your cleavage.
he trails his hands down your back, peeling the rest of your dress off your body as he sucks the pretty pink of your other nipple between his lips. you cling to his shoulders as he lifts you by your ass, spreading you open just enough to pull a moan from your lips, dropping you onto the edge of your bed. you look down at him with hazy eyes, letting out a breathless, blissed-out giggle as you brush his bangs out of his flushed face.
he traces the lace edge of your panties, delicate enough that he could sink his nails into the silken fabric and tear them right off your body. he brushes his finger over your crotch, elated in the knowledge you picked them out for his eyes alone. they’re beautiful, covering your most intimate part with translucent fabric, the small bow threaded into the waistband like you were a gift for him to unwrap, but all he needs now is for them to be out of his way.
he drags the elastic down your hips, finally revealing your glistening pussy, and he nearly moans out of sheer desire. he presses you back into your bed by your thighs, kneeling before you like an altar. he’s lost count of how many times he’s fantasized about you, spread out in front of him like this, in the dark of his room beneath his sheets, or behind the locked door of his office, cock fisted in frustration.
“you’re the most gorgeous woman i’ve ever seen,” he says, pressing a kiss to the soft, delicate skin of your inner thigh, resisting the urge to skin his teeth into you. he strokes his thumb along the curve of your ankle as he pulls your legs open even further. “can you keep those pretty eyes on me?”
you nod frantically, mapping the shape of his skull beneath your palm as he presses his lips against your swollen clit, flicking it with the tip of his tongue. he grins as he watches your dreamy smile melt away into lips parted in bliss, inhaling sharply. he presses his tongue flat against your cunt, dragging it down meticulously. he lets the spit collect in his mouth as he circles your dripping entrance, drawing his tongue along your folds. your brows pinch, lashes fluttering, but you keep them open obediently, staring at him with glassy eyes.
he eats you out like the two of you didn’t just come back from dinner, lapping up everything you give him greedily and then coming back for more. he wants to push you over the edge so badly, if only to prove to you that he could make you feel so much better than anyone else. you taste so much sweeter than any dessert he could’ve ordered, like honey down his throat. the soft mewls that fall from your lips caress his ears and tighten the knot growing in the pit of his stomach.
the tip of his nose rubs against your clit as you grind your hips down onto his face. his eyes roll back as you tug on his hair desperately, the firm grip on his roots almost as deliciously painful as his throbbing cock, weeping and begging to be touched between his legs. he considers dropping his grip, letting you suffocate him between your thighs until he cums all over the unstained white sheets hanging from your bed.
he feels your muscles twitch and tense beneath his palms, and watches in awe as you finally break his gaze to throw your head back and gasp out in euphoria. your cunt flutters against his mouth, leaving remnants of your pleasure dripping down his chin like nectar as you push his head away weakly.
“dazai,” you whine. he trails his lips upward, kissing your stomach, feeling the way it expands and collapses with each shaky breath. “i need you so bad. i want all of youー inside me, please.”
your legs are still trembling when you crawl backward on your bed, switching positions to get onto all fours. you spread your knees wide, arching your back, taunting him. his thighs bracket your own as he gets behind you, hands shaking as he rubs his cock through your folds and soaks up the remnants of his spit and your slick.
“i’ll give you everything,” he whispers. “anything. i’ll give you the whole world.”
he watches as you split open around him, impatiently pressing your ass back to ease him inside, dropping your head toward your chest with a satisfied sigh. inch by inch of his cock disappears into your cunt, engulfing him in wet, sticky warmth. your gummy walls feel like heaven, molding around him perfectly; you really were made for him, weren’t you?
he smooths his hands down the space between your shoulder blades, urging you down onto your stomach until you’re completely at his mercy, laid flat beneath him with only your ass lifted and pressed against his hips. his chest is flush against your back, bandages loosened and sticking to him sloppily. he slides his palms down your arms until he reaches your hands, intertwining his fingers with your own and pinning them down against your pillows.
he wants to go slow and give you the proper, passionate moment he knows you deserve, but you’re squeezing around him like you want to pull him in even closer, and he just can’t help himself. his body moves on its own, fucking into you with harsh snaps of his hips. his body covers yours completely, pressing you deeper into the plush of your mattress. he wants to keep you like this forever, sheltered against his chest, always within his reach. he can barely hold back the i love you that threatens to fall from his lips, and he presses a searing kiss to your shoulder to keep it inside, teeth nipping at your skin.
you hide your pretty face in your sheets, muffled whines and the steady slap of his skin against yours like a symphony created just for the two of you. he keeps his ankles hooked on your shins, holding you open for himself to take. the years of yearning for you, the numbing despair that he never would’ve chosen this life for himself, he lets it all out inside you, and your cunt clings to him with every stroke.
“dazai,” you cry, nails digging into his skin as you squeeze his hands desperately. he hopes you do it hard enough to break through his skin, make him bleed, and leave a scar; he needs a permanent reminder that this happened to him. he wants to fuck you hard enough that you’ll feel it afterward and remember him, too. his thighs ache as he tries to thrust even deeper, almost scared you’ll disappear from right beneath him like a mist, but you’re squeezing around him too tightly to be anything but real.
“call me osamu,” he whispers, forehead falling to your neck. “please.”
“osamu.”
the syllables of his name break around a moan, but he thinks it sounds even better that way. he pries his hands out of your grip to cling to your waist, hand splaying against your stomach, trying to pull you even closer, even deeper, as his lungs ache and heave. his nails dig into the soft skin of your hips as the pressure behind his eyes builds and overflows, and he cums inside you with hot, thick spurts, shuddering against you with breathy whines. he can hardly breathe, completely overwhelmed by the sheer emotion he feels swell in his chest after years of feeling nothing at all. his tears melt into your skin, dripping off his chin as he presses his lips wherever he can reach; he kisses up the curve of your shoulder blade, the pulse point on your neck, the warmth of your cheek, the baby hairs stuck to your temple. he meets your lips when you lift your head, looking over your shoulder.
“dazai…?”
he sniffles pathetically, finally relaxing his hold on you. he’s still halfway hard as he slips out of you, letting you sit up and cup his face. the pads of your thumbs wipe at the tears pooling down his right cheek, the other stroking the damp cotton of his bandages.
“it’s okay,” he buries his face into your palm, pressing his lips to the inside of your wrist. you tuck his hair behind his ear, touching him more softly than anyone else ever has in his entire life, and it makes him convulse with another sob. “you’re okay. was that too much?”
he looks away, instinctively hiding behind his messy, overgrown bangs. you always were the only one who could make him feel so stripped down, able to look past his layers and see the bare essentials of the mess of a man he was. he lets his gaze drift down lazily to the sheets, drawn to the pretty pink of your cunt between your thighs, slightly parted as you sit back on your ankles. he watches, memorized as his cum drips out of you in small, pearly beads.
you follow his eyes, hips jolting up in surprise as he collects it with the tip of his cock, catching on your clit. you let out a whimper as he presses back into you, still sensitive. you let him lay you back down against your pillows, and he sighs dreamily as you flutter around him. you looked like an angel with your smooth back so prettily arched, your hair splayed across your shoulders, and your ass bouncing off his thighs, but what he really wants to see is how your face melts in pleasure beneath him, because of him. he sighs in satisfaction as his hips rest flush against yours, sheathed completely inside of you once more.
“wait,” you push against his chest when he leans down to kiss you, and his heart stalls; did he ruin this? “are you sure you’re up for this right now? we don’t have to. i promise it’s okay.”
it wasn’t the look of contempt or fear that he was so used to receiving; it was concern, pure and genuine in your furrowed brows and big eyes. when was the last time someone had been truly worried over his well being? maybe it was that morning when odasaku had found him on his front steps six years ago.
“yes,” he whispers. “i can do it. let me make you feel good,” he kisses the corner of your mouth pleadingly. “i’ll take care of you. i need itー i need you.”
your cautious gaze is blurred through his watery eyes, already obscured by his bandages. you take in his long, damp lashes, his rosy cheeks still dewy with tears, and he resists the urge to hide again. you drag your nails up his chest until you reach his bandaged shoulders, curling your fingers around the back of his neck, pulling him down and pressing your lips against his.
“even if it’s just for tonight,” you whisper, wrapping your legs around his torso. “i’m yours.”
his heart stalls again for an entirely different reason. something instinctual burns bright in his body, and he kisses you deeply, sliding his tongue against yours as he thrusts his hips forward. he can feel his own release inside you as he starts to fuck you again, so soft and wet and fucking perfect. he grips the plush of your thighs between his fingers, pressing them open toward your tits, bouncing with each of his movements. you keep his cheeks cradled between your palms, licking into his mouth and tracing your tongue along the edge of his teeth.
he drops onto his forearms, angles his cock a little deeper, and you gasp out, toes curling as you dig your heels into his lower back.
“there,” you nearly yell, voice pitchy. “keep doing that, osamu, please.”
you fall into the act of making love with him so well; he has a desperate, delusional hope in the back of his mind that maybe you really did feel the connection the two of you shared, so deep it spanned universes.
he slips his hand between your bodies, rubbing your clit in steady, pressured circles. he moans when you suck his bottom lip between your teeth, velvet walls clenching around his cock so tightly, it almost hurts. he knows he’s pushing himself, his most sensitive nerves burning from sheer pleasure, but nothing makes him ache more than the thought of being away from you. he doesn’t even remember how he survived without you before yesterday morning.
your ankles hook around his lithe waist, trying to force your legs even wider, keeping him completely anchored inside you. your breasts squish against his chest, perked nipples grazing the fabric of his bandages. you cling to him desperately, and he watches with hearts floating in place of his pupils at the way your eyes glaze over and water with pleasure, breathy cries falling from your lips as your muscles release all of their building tension, trembling against his torso. your cunt gushes around him as you melt into his body, and he feels that warmth bubble up inside him again: i love you.
he wants it all with you; every lingering touch and fleeting look, every inside joke and bite of food stolen off your plate, starting every early morning with your body against his and ending every late night the exact same way.
no one would ever take you from him again. there was a string of fate tying the two of you together, even if he had to fight the powers that be and tighten the knot around your finger himself.
his control crumbles, peeling away piece by piece like wet pieces of paper. he doesn’t bother to ask where he should finish this time, but it hardly matters anymore, and you don’t seem to care either, lifting your hips in time with his as he feverishly thrusts into you. your soft moans melt into a whine as he stalls inside you as deeply as he can, indulging in the nasty little voice in his head, chanting a mantra of mine, mine, mine as he cums inside of you for the second time.
it’s quiet in the afterglow, just the two of you in the universe you created in your small apartment bedroom. the soft cotton of your sheets is threaded with stardust, the lingering trails of your perfume orbits around him, and the sound of you, living and breathing beneath him as your lungs expand and constrict, ebbs and flows in your own personal tide. you smile up at him so fondly, he wants to melt between your fingers and let you put him back together again.
he collaspes, forehead falling to your collarbone. he shakily finds your hand, dropping it on top of his head, greedily wanting as much intimacy as you’ll be willing to give him. his eyes flutter close in bliss as you thread your fingers through his strands, indulging in that touch he’s only ever felt the ghost of in his sweetest dreams. laying with his nude body against yours, only a few strips of cotton seperating the two of you, feels so intimate, it was as if he wasn’t a complete stranger to you. the realization prickles at him like the biting winter air, and he feels something desperate tighten against his ribs.
“would you believe me if i told you that in another life, we were lovers?” he waits for you to pull away in confusion; maybe you’d even be disgusted, throw his clothes at him and tell him to get out. the only thing more painful than being haunted by the memories of his other life would be knowing he was so close to getting what he wanted and failed, letting you slip right between his fingers. he doesn’t know if he’ll ever be able to recover from the rejection.
“yeah, i would,” your answer is almost immediate, and he can’t remember the last time someone has taken him by such surprise. he lifts his head from your chest, one visible eye wide as he looks down at you. you meet his shock with a shy smile, still massaging the crown of his head beneath your fingertips. “there’s just something about you. i don’t know if i can explain it. is that weird?”
his nose bumps against yours as he dives down and kisses you, tilting your jaw upward to slide his lips between your own. he has so much lost time to make up for, but he’d give you the rest of his life, he swears it.
“you have no idea what i had to go thorugh to get back to you,” he whispers, pulling back and letting his lips just barely brush over yours, breathing you in. you couldn’t possibly understand, but he tells you anyway, about the you and him that exists in another universe, the one where everything is different. he spares the detail about him being the leader of the port mafia, but he promsies himself he’d tell you the rest later on, when he truly knows you won’t run from him. maybe over breakfast at your favorite café a few months from now; a proper coffee date, with footsie under the table and vanilla flavored kisses. “there’s a piece of you with me in every universe, my belladonna.”
you’re at a loss for words, he knows. all you can do is stare at him, eyes big as he brings your hand up to his lips, kissing each fingertip.
“i know i’m not the same man you fell in love with,” he presses his cheek into your hand. “but i’m still just as selfish as he is. i’m not sure if i’ll be able to let you go after this.”
“i don’t really know what you’re talking about,” your lips curl into a sympathatic smile, and they’re magnetic; all it takes is you brushing his bangs back for him to kiss you again. he pouts when you pull away from him. “but i know that i really like you.”
“really?” he asks, voice almost childlike in its disbelief.
“really,” you skim the edge of his bandages curiously, fingertips slipping beneath the first layer. he doesn’t stop you from slowly unraveling them, leaving his face completely bare. he has so much love for you, and it overflows and shines through his eyes as they both look down at you for the first time.
“you’re really pretty,” you stroke your thumb beneath his eye, and his skin tingles from not being touched for so long. “so, so beautiful, osamu.”
your lips are so soft, kiss-bitten and plush beneath his own. you hold as much of him as you can in your hands, caressing his face like he was something worth being gentle with.
“you’ll stay, right?” your eyes flutter open, hopeful and pleading.
“i should be the one asking you that question,” he smiles bittersweetly. you tilt your head, wrapping around his shoulders and pulling him down next to you.
he lays back on your sheets, as if he truly belonged there. he’s quick to touch you again, cautiously draping his arm around your waist. you really are there, physically beneath his hand as he splays his fingers against the soft skin of your tummy.
he doesn’t take his eyes off of you for a single moment, watching as you slowly drift off to sleep against him. he smiles, knowing you felt so safe around him already. you should; he’d guard you with his life, and no one would ever dare to take you from him now.
“are you awake?” he whispers after what could’ve been hours of mapping your every feature to his memory, watching for any signs of consciousness. your lashes rest against your cheeks, breath coming out in even, warm beats against his chest. his heart throbs as you let out a small, sleepy noise, instinctively curling closer toward him as he brushes a finger across your forehead, pulling back the strands that fall too close to your eyes. once he’s completely certain you won’t hear him, he tilts his neck down, pressing a kiss between your eyebrows. he whispers the words against your skin as if he could imprint them into you. “i love you.”
he feels like he can rest easier tonight than he ever has. he always knew you’d be there, keeping him company in his dreams, those flashbacks of another life with you. now, he almost dares to hope you’d stay long enough by his side for there to be memories of his own making. you’re the last thing he sees before he closes his eyes; for the first time, he knows for certain you’ll be the first thing he sees when he opens them in the morning.
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p.s.! ⊹ ࣪ ˖ wow i can’t believe it’s over !! i poured so, so much love into this series, it’s the longest fic i’ve written so far & something i’ve worked on for a long time. it’s v much a love letter to beast dazai who i adore w all of my heart. i can’t put into words how grateful i am for every comment, rb, & ask i’ve gotten regarding this series, but pls know each one means the world to me. i truly hope u enjoyed reading atu as much as i enjoyed writing it ᰔ
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torrancefavgirl · 8 days
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PERCY JACKSON NSFW HEADCANONS PT.2
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If you finish fast, he'll be so cocky and so proud of himself
Thinks you're an actual goddess/god like he legitimately thinks olympus is missing someone up there🤭
If you have tattoos, he will kiss every single tattoo every time you guys have sex
His bed head makes him look like he's been in a sex marathon all night with you cause it looks so fucking good
He's so unintentionally sexy, like he actually doesn't fucking try and it makes you wanna die (ohhh bars🤭)
The sight of him coming out of the water whether it's the pool or ocean or lake. His hair is wet and his swim trunks are stuck to his body and his bulge and he's sliking his hair back ahhhhhhh🤤🫠
Him sweating while sparring or when he rarely works out is an actual divine scene
Him driving or reversing and he puts his hand on the back of the passenger seat my lord
Has the dirtiest mind ever. Like he's absolutely obsessed with you.
NO HES NOT INNOCENT YALL
Fucking sailor mouth. He'll curse so much during it✨️ holy shit
The breathless fuck he always let's out while he's trying to keep himself together and not finish early (I'm actually like Cumming ☺️)
Will groan when you tighten around him. Also when he starts going faster/harder
As long as you're okay with it and know your safe word, he'll love to just pound you cause it feels euphoric to him he thinks he made it to elysium early
You have him on his knees all day everyday
On the topic of him being on his knees, he will go on his knees to eat you out and kiss/nuzzle your stomach
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towering-book-piles · 3 months
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Iceman absolutely loves having Maverick on his lap.
Doesn't matter who, what, where, when, or how he just loves having Mav tucked in close and cuddled up to his chest, using his lap as a seat. It started as an embarrassing accident in Top Gun but now it's his favourite past time. Give him a book or paperwork, a cup of his favourite brand of green tea or coffee, and one happy Maverick Mitchell on his lap and he's set for the next day and more if he can get away with it.
Ice adores their size difference, that he can pick Mav up, straight off the ground and sit him down in his lap, Mav giggling the whole way before turning in his lap to peck kisses all over Ice's neck face and lips.
Mav is just the right size to sit comfortably into the curve of Ices larger frame; plush ass in the cradle of Ices hips, back leaned against Ices broad chest and head lolled back resting in the divot of Ices neck, right over his collarbone. He's in the perfect position to sleep (listening to Ice's soothing heartbeat always sends Mav to sleep) or get kisses, so Mav's always excited for lap time and getting to cuddle up to Ice.
⚠️ NSFW below, you have been warned ⚠️
It's also one of their favourite sex positions, Ice sitting on the bed leaned back against the headboard, rocking up into Mav, who's sitting in Ices lap like its his throne, half grinding back down on Ice and half gone with pleasure.
Sitting like this, with the leverage from the bed and headboard, Ice can thrust upwards into Mavs tight heat and hit his sweet spot with Every. Single. Thrust and it drives Mav wild, eyes blown, with only a thin ring of green around the edges, and nearly crossed with the pleasure, breathing heavy and high-pitched moaning gasps, shaking and whining at the feeling.
It also lets them press their foreheads together and just breathe each other in, in the afterglow, letting their bodies calm and rest curved together like puzzle pieces, still connected as one and grinning madly at each other, high as kites on the endorphins and each other.
Ice loves that he can move Mav up and down on his cock easily like this, fucking up into glorious tight, wet heat, groaning at the feel of Mav above him. Ices hands tightening on Mav strong hips, pulling the smaller pilot down towards his lap as Ice rocks up to meet him. Mav is absolutely gorgeous like this, all soft dark wet hair, shiny silky tanned skin, blown green eyes, gasping red swollen lips from Ices kisses, and all of Ices marks up and down the side of his sensitive neck.
Ice also loves marking Mav up, with hickeys and love bites all over his neck shoulders and chest (especially all around his nipples). He's a possessive bastard like that. Nothing gets him going like seeing Mav spread out on a bed, wearing nothing but Ices marks.
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skzms · 2 months
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i love talking about dicks so it’s perfect!
so if you don’t mind it, (idk if you’ve done this b4, so if you have link it plssss).
what do you think their cocks look like?👀
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ooooh you know not what you ask, don't even ask me to elaborate on something so unhinged
because I am a woman of science, I prefer my skcawk facts to be backed up by sources (horny twitter threads) so I will add here the ones we have cold 👏 hard 👏 data 👏 on and will add to it in time. also credit to juno and her community of skcawk enthusiasts for some of these
but without further ado, here's may's current compendium of skcawk©️ (© 2023 juno @hyunsvngs)
channie has always given me big dick energy, BUT research suggests, he's either on the smaller side or, as I like to believe, an average size but definitely a ✨grower.✨ as for what it looks like, I think it would be veiny and leaky and very manly, if that makes sense kasjdg
minho oh minho cawk is my roman empire, i cannot stop thinking about him. he is fucking HUNG. like it's LONG even when he isn't hard, and it's fucking thick, too, so heavy and yummy like i need him so BAD though I swear I'd be scared it wouldn't fit lol but I want him to bully it into me nonetheless. I imagine his so fat and pink and flushed and like picture perfect like a dildo
jisung speaking of picture perfect dildo dicks, I think jisungie's might be my favourite. like I think he's just the right ratio of thick and with a decent length but enough to still be cute &lt;3 he's pink and bouncy and slightly curved and REALLY leaky. shoutout to this video in particular that lives in head rent free. here's my fav pic <3
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hyunjin has been more elusive but may I offer you the same thread I offered juno. I think hyunjin is thinner than the others, but also very veiny and also looooong and yummy. looks great in sweats, 10/10
seungmin is equally as elusive and the most convincing piece of evidence I have seen is this (edit: and this!) and ever since then I have decided that 2min have the biggest cocks out of skz <3 but minho is fat, where seungmin's is more of an average thickness. still yummy though. I think he'd be leaky, too, much to his own chagrin. can't keep his arousal a secret
for changbin and innie and felix there is simply not enough shit online 💔 though I think innie's would be similar to hyune's, felix's would be similar to chan's? but longer, but also all veiny and yummy and manly and binnie's would be thick and fat and maybe a little on the shorter end (ems cbini coke can cock bini agenda anyone?) IF YOU HAVE SOMETHING PLEASE SHARE WITH ME OR JUNO
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xxsabitoxx · 2 months
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Happy Sunday Morning, here is a little sneaky peek at the deleted Pale Blue scene... Maybe this will give you a hint as to when it would have occurred in the canon plot... (cough part 1 cough)
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“I had a wet dream, Satoru. There, ya happy?” 
Silence hung between the two of you, making your body want to fold in on itself completely and disappear. You and Satoru were always close, sure. But you never discussed these things, you never shared your sex life with him, though you couldn’t say the same for Suguru. Even if he had brought it up before, Satoru never dared to repeat a word of it to you. You respected each other, you trusted one another, so why now? “I uh… I see.” After a moment that was all Satoru could muster in response, cheeks glowing red as he relived the last two minutes in your head. Now, he was over-analyzing every movement you had just made. “Do you… uhm… do you need to like…” He could hear you straighten, watching hesitantly as you slowly turned from your side and moved to face him head on. “Do I need to relieve myself?” you gave up, letting your hormones speak for you as you entered uncharted territory with him. 
“Real mature way to put it.” Satoru spat with a little more venom than he intended, not really liking the way you were talking down to him. You felt your face contort in annoyance, scooting closer to him to try and get your point across. “I’m not trying to be an ass…” your hand shakily landed on his chest, feeling the way his heart was thrumming just beneath. “I just… I’m embarrassed.” You whined, your legs nearly tangling together from the new close proximity. “W-what are you…” Satoru swallowed, trying to collect his bearings before he lost his mind. “What are you implying Y/N?” maybe he was the one having a wet dream, because there was no possible way you were coming on to him right now.
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