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bovine-providence · 2 years

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Spot Me

Risotto x Reader

Dating is hard. But at least you have the owner of the local gym to count on.

Thank you @databaze for the help with gym terminology and answering my questions!!

[CWs: gyms, shaving, lowkey jealous Ris, praise kink, Daddy kink, oral sex, shower sex (sorta?), implied voyeurism]

Dating sucked, you’ve officially decided. Last night’s date had been going alright, you and your date had been getting to know each other, laughing politely at jokes. But then he had noticed the stubble on your legs under your long skirt.

“You didn’t shave?” he had asked, disgust evident in his voice. You tried to explain that you had shaved the day prior, and your hair grew fast, but he wasn’t having it. The date had ended shortly after that, you and he frostily making your farewells and parting ways.

On the bright side of the interaction, you were currently using your frustration to your benefit as you worked out at the local gym.

It was a small gym, independently owned with enough equipment to allow a modest number of members to have their workouts without getting in each other’s way. The gym and its equipment was clean, the locker rooms neat and tidy, and anyone causing issues were handled swiftly.

You were also on fairly good terms with the owner, which proved beneficial. Risotto Nero was a stoic man, handling the running of his gym with a quiet strength that you admired. In all your interactions with him, he was straightforward and polite, listening to what you had to say without judgment and providing carefully considered answers. It was in stark contrast to some of the men who came in to see him from time to time, who could be rowdy and teasing. You had once asked the silver-haired man about them, and he shrugged it off, explaining they were old coworkers from his previous job.

Speaking of the man, he was headed over to the free weights, clearly nearing the end of his workout. As you finished your own workout on the rowing machine and started to wipe it down, he approached you.

“[Y/N],” he began, “if you’re finished with your workout, would you be willing to spot me?”

This, too, wasn’t unusual. One of the unspoken rules of his gym was spotting with the weights. He included himself in this rule, usually asking yourself or one of the other regulars to help him. Though you had an inkling it was more of a formality for him, seeing how well he was able to handle the weights.

“Yeah, sure,” you replied, tossing the wipe in a nearby bin. He nodded and headed toward the bench, where a bar awaited. Following behind him, you noted the combined weight of the plates he was putting onto the bar. He must be crazy to think I can help with that, you thought to yourself.

Regardless, once he was laying on the bench, he looked to you.

“Ready?” he inquired.

“Yeah, ready,” you confirmed. He nodded and began to lift the heavy bar with ease. As you mentally counted the reps, he started speaking.

“I heard you had a date yesterday,” he began.

“Yeah, it… didn’t end well,” you admitted. At his raised eyebrows, you elaborated. “We were getting to know each other until he noticed my legs under my skirt, and that there was stubble on them.”

“He’s an idiot,” Risotto decided. You were surprised; it wasn’t like the older man to make such a declaration so fast. “Body hair is natural. If he couldn’t handle that, it’s a good thing you learned now as opposed to later.”

“Yeah, I suppose,” you admitted. “It’s still a little disappointing, though, because I was looking forward to it for a while.”

“You don’t go out often?” Despite the neutral tone, you could sense Risotto’s curiosity.

“On dates? Not really. Online dating’s a disappointment, and most men… haven’t seemed interested, I guess? I don’t know, it just hasn’t been happening for me.” You chuckled mirthlessly at your statement, but Risotto looked up at you, as neutral as ever.

“It’s not on you. You’re a strong woman who knows what she wants, and that intimidates men. That’s on them if they can’t appreciate that.”

Your eyes widened at his sincere words. Sure, Risotto could be supportive, but he was never really open about his thoughts in this way. Though you had been more energetic with your workout, and you’ve long learned that Risotto had an eye for body language. Maybe that’s why he wanted you to spot him, so you and he could talk.

You looked over Risotto, observing the way his muscles shifted as he raised and lowered the barbell. You cast a quick glance at his shorts, feeling heat rise to your cheeks when you noticed the outline of his bulge. Damn them, you thought; the shorts’ material left little to the imagination. If you had to guess, he was in his late thirties, but he was still able to push his body like a younger man, barely a bead of sweat on him. You wondered what he did before owning a gym.

“I’m about finished,” Risotto announced. Shaking yourself, you looked back down at him and noticed his smirk. Goddamnit, he noticed you had been looking.

“Alright. Well, I’m going to go take a shower. It’s almost closing time, right?” you asked, looking at the clock on a nearby wall. Following your gaze, Risotto shook his head.

“Looks like you’re over by five minutes.” Noticing your expression, he added, “don’t worry about it. It’s not the first time I’ve let someone shower after hours. You go and take your time in the locker room, I’ll finish some things up out here.”

“Thanks, Risotto!” you sighed in gratitude before heading off to the locker room.

Walking to your locker, you were quick to grab your bag, opening it to look for the small shower kit you kept for your gym visits. This time, it also included shaving cream and a razor. You were still thinking about last night’s date and how the man had reacted, self-consciousness eating away at you.

Walking over to the showers, you placed your bag on the bench outside one and stepped further into the stall. The bathing itself was relatively quick, the heat of the water soothing your muscles and the soap refreshing you.

You left the water running as you returned to the bench, placing your towel down on it before you pulled out the shaving cream and razor. Your skin was still slick with water, making the application of the cream expedient. Taking the razor, you ran it up your leg, then hissed at the sudden pain. Looking down, there were tiny beads of blood on your leg beginning to bloom.

“Seriously?” you muttered to yourself. You debated what to do. You were already in the gym late, so maybe shaving hadn’t been such a good idea. You also now had a strip of shaved hair, which made going out without continuing look ridiculous.

As you were internally debating whether to continue shaving or not, you heard Risotto call into the locker room.

“I’m fine!” you answer back. “But, weird question, but do you have a razor? Disposable or anything? If not, it’s fine, it’s whatever.”

“A razor?” you heard Risotto ask. “Are you alright?”

“Yeah, I just nicked myself with mine, I’m sorry for the trouble.” You cursed yourself internally. God, why did you have to pull Risotto into this? You heard the door close, and footsteps moving around the locker room. There was a click of something opening, some shuffling, and another click to indicate the item had been closed. The footsteps drew nearer.

“We usually have spare razors in the cabinet, alongside the pads and tampons,” you heard the man explain.

Suddenly, the curtain was yanked open, and you yelped. You hastened to cover yourself as Risotto loomed over you, studying your form.

“Er, Risotto…?”

“Is this about that idiot date from last night?” he demanded.

“I…”

“Answer me, bedda.” he squated down in front of you, taking your chin in his hand, making you look at him. Staring into his strange red and black eyes, you couldn’t find it in yourself to deny him an answer.

“…Yeah, a little. It made me feel bad.” At your answer, he sighed.

“[Y/N], you shouldn’t worry about that sort of man. But if you want to shave, fine.” He leaned in closer. “But let me help you.”

“…What?”

“Let me help you.” Looking down, he noticed the strip of shaved skin, with the tiny beads of blood starting to swell. “I’ll make sure you don’t get any more nicks.”

“O-okay,” you murmured. Sure, you found him attractive, but you’ve never thought about him like this. Was this actually happening?

“Good girl,” he murmured, offering a slight smile to you before lifting your foot and placing it on his knee. Lifting the disposable razor, he began to slowly and carefully glide it down your leg. You watched in rapt attention as he diligently continued his work, and true to his word, he didn’t cause any nicks. Once the skin around the strip you had made was shaved, you were surprised when he leaned in to kiss away the blood.

“Ris?”

He looked up at you.

“Just let me take care of my dolcezza,” he murmured, eyes half-lidded. He bent down once more, continuing his kisses until the blood had stopped swelling. Rubbing your ankle, he looked back up at you.

“Would the men you’ve been dating treat you like this?”

“I don’t know,” you responded, but you both knew the answer was a strong no.

“You deserve to be treated like a princess,” Risotto continued, resuming his shaving duty. “Those men would expect you to be perfect, without knowing the work that goes into it. They wouldn’t be able to appreciate you properly.”

Finished with the first leg, he placed your foot down and lifted the other, beginning to shave that leg as well.

“Are you jealous?” you teased softly. He looked up at you, unimpressed.

“Perhaps not jealous, but frustrated with seeing you dejected after each failed date.” He was quick to finish shaving the second leg, and grabbed the can of shaving cream.

“Ris, you’re done,” you stated.

“I still need to do your upper legs,” he explained matter of factly.

“Wait, you don’t have to-“

“I want to.” His furrowed brow left no room for argument. Biting your lip, you nodded. Honestly, you found this demanding side of him incredibly sexy. You were starting to get nervous that he would see you becoming aroused.

“Sit closer to the edge,” he commanded. Doing as you were told, you shifted in your seat to get closer to him. You gasped softly as the man before you carefully adjusted your legs, moving your thighs further apart for better access. At his angle, he definitely had a good view of your pussy. You clenched at the thought.

Risotto poured some shaving cream into his hand, and carefully massaged it onto your skin. You studied him carefully as he moved the blade across, slowly moving his hand up with each swipe. Upon finishing, he leaned in to leave a warm kiss, making you shiver slightly, to his amusement. He carefully turned to the other leg and repeated the process. Once he placed a kiss on your other thigh, he looked up at you.

“Do you shave here?” You gasped at his boldness when he casually laid a hand on your mound.

“No, I-,” you cut yourself off as you realized he was petting your pubic hair gently. He continued looking up at you expectantly, as though this was a completely normal exchange between the two of you.

“I-I usually just trim there,” you finished. He nodded, and looked back towards your pussy.

“You’re turned on, pretty girl,” he murmured. You held your breath as you watched him lean in and press a kiss onto your clit. As you gasped, he barely moved back to glance up at you.

“That’s it, let Daddy take care of you,” he ordered. He leaned in again, and he stuck his tongue out to flick at your clit.

If you had been told you would be receiving oral from the owner of the gym you frequented that day, you would have laughed at whoever told you such a thing. But there was no denying it was happening now, and it felt wonderful. Risotto was eager to lick and suck on your clit, occasionally lowering his head down further to tongue your hole. It didn’t take long for you to be squirming against his face, your hand laced through his silvery hair as you moaned wantonly. As he added a finger, and quickly another, you ground against him.

“So needy,” he chided, but he made no move to leave you. As his thick fingers pressed against the sweet spot inside you and his mouth worked wonders on your clit, you felt an orgasm fast approaching.

“God, Ris, I’m gonna-“ He pressed himself more eagerly against you.

You cried out as you came, thighs pressing around the head of the man kneeling before you. As you came down from your high, you looked back at Risotto, loosening him from your grip. He looked up at you with pure lust etched across his face. Carefully removing his fingers from your pussy, he lifted them to his mouth and sucked.

“You taste divine, [Y/N],” he breathed. God, why was it so hot to see him like this?

He reluctantly removed his fingers and stood up, leaning over to turn off the still-running shower before towering over you. Through his gym shorts, you could see a sizable tent. As he toyed with the hem of his shirt, he smirked down at you.

“Go on,” he encouraged, “touch it.”

Cautiously, you reached forward and gripped around his bulge. He hissed in pleasure, tossing his shirt aside to watch you. He was big, and thick; he could stretch you deliciously.

“Take it out.” Eagerly, you grabbed the waistband of his shorts and pulled them down his thighs. His briefs were quick to follow.

You bit your lip; it’s one thing to notice a bulge, it’s another to be able to see it properly. Risotto’s cock was thick and huge, and you noticed a prominent vein running up the underside. Glancing up at Risotto, he was smirking down at you. Taking that as encouragement, you reached up and stroked a finger over the vein. He hissed, thrusting his hips forward a little at the contact.

“You seem sensitive,” you giggled. He shot a raised eyebrow your way, unimpressed with your teasing. You wrapped your hand around his member and gently stroked it, marveling at how it twitched in your hand. Instinctively, you leaned forward and applied kitten licks to the slit.

“Cazzo,” Risotto muttered above you. He placed a large hand on your cheek, watching as you pleasured him. You steadily pumped his cock, running your thumb along the vein with every stroke as you gently licked his slit, occasionally sucking the head. But once you finally found a rhythm, he gently pulled your mouth off of him.

“I want to be inside you. Is that alright?” he asked sincerely. You bit your lip, smiling gently up at him.

“I’d like that,” you murmured up to him.

He smiled at you. Not a smirk, but a genuine smile as he reached down, grabbing your thighs to lift you up. You yelped, quick to wrap your arms around his neck. As he held you close to him, you wrapped your legs around his waist, your pussy rubbing against his hard cock between the two of you.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted you like this,” he murmured into your ear, before nipping it.

“Really?” you asked softly. You had always seen him as off-limits, so to hear he wanted you for so long made you suddenly shy.

“Would I lie to you?” He turned to press you against the wall, then leaned into you, his forehead resting against yours. “I’ve wanted you for a while now, [Y/N]. Hearing about your dates pained me; I want you to be mine.”

At that, he tilted his head, pressing a kiss into your lips that you reciprocated eagerly. Pulling back, he lifted you up until you felt the tip of his cock pressing against your entrance.

“Slowly, Ris,” you said quietly.

“Of course, bedda,” he replied. True to his word, he pressed into you slowly but firmly. You breathed steadily, the girth of his cock filling you out as you had expected. Once the head was in, he paused.

“How’s that?” You nodded at his question, and he continued. The feeling of fullness intensified with every centimeter he pushed inside you, but his treatment earlier had readied you. Still, you needed the slow movement to help adjust.

Sooner than you expected, you felt him hilted into you fully. You squirmed, trying to get comfortable.

“Such a good girl; now just relax, [Y/N],” Risotto muttered, though he himself was steadying his breathing in response to your tight heat. You nuzzled your face into his neck, appreciating the warm contrast to the cold wall against your back.

After a moment, you bucked your hips against him, indicating your readiness. You felt the rumble of his chuckle in his chest as he gently pulled out before pressing back in.

You held onto him tightly, the feeling of his cock moving inside you almost overwhelming. You were still a bit sensitive from him going down on you minutes prior.

“You feel so good,” Risotto sighed above you. As you tried to move your hips in an effort to be an equal participant, he playfully smacked your thigh.

“No. Let Daddy take care of you,” he scolded.

“Okay, ‘Daddy,’” you teased, pressing a kiss to his collarbone. He thrust a little more harshly at that.

“Call me that again,” he growled above you.

“Daddy?” As he thrust harder against you, you grinned. “I never pictured you being the type to be into that.”

“Just wanna take care of my miele,” he snarled, beginning to increase his pace. You held onto him tightly. Looking up, you caught his eye, and found yourself brought into a bruising open-mouthed kiss.

“You’re such a good girl,” he moaned into your mouth. “I want you to be mine, [Y/N].”

As you tightened your hold on him, your legs pulling him in closer, you distantly realized that you’ve never known him to be so desperate before, or anything other than stoic.

“You want me? Beyond this?” you asked tentatively. He pulled back from his attack on your lips, looking almost disbelieving at your question.

“Of course I want you. I wouldn’t do this otherwise.” He reached a hand up to stroke your cheek. “I’ve seen so much horror in this life. You… you make me feel human again.”

You leaned into his touch as you studied him. “Horror? Like you were a soldier?”

He shook his head. “Don’t think about that, bedda. Just let me make you feel amazing.” As he resumed his hard pace, you were quick to return to your previous position of snuggling against him, his strange words soon forgotten.

You could tell he was getting close, as he groaned loudly and thrust his hips against you. You were getting closer as well, bringing one of your hands down from around his neck to rub against your clit. It didn’t take long for you to start matching his moans with your own.

“Just a little more,” you whimpered against him. Risotto, for how desperate he felt, had enough sense to maintain his current pace as you felt yourself tumble over into another orgasm. He took care to murmur sweet nothings and work you through your orgasm, cooing about how pretty you sounded and how your fluttering walls felt amazing around his cock.

As your breathing returned to normal, he took that as his cue to chase his own orgasm. His pace sped up considerably and he rutted against you, rubbing his hands against your thighs soothingly as he finally stilled against you, and you felt his hot cum filling your womb.

He tilted your head up to nuzzle his nose against yours as he softened, before carefully placing you back down. You felt a little wobbly, and he chuckled, helping you sit down on the bench once more.

“You feeling alright?“ he asked gently.

“Yeah, I just need a moment,” you replied, giggling bashfully under his careful gaze.

“We should shower once you’re ready,” Risotto decided.

“Alright,” you chuckled. It didn’t sound like a bad idea at all.

Once your legs felt sturdy enough to support you again, Risotto started the water up again, and you and he took turns bathing each other. You felt shy under his adoring gaze, but he carefully lathered you up regardless, wearing a slight smile as he ran the bath sponge across your body. You enjoyed running your hands across his hard, toned muscles, the planes of his chest and abdomen being your particular favorite place to touch as you washed the silver-haired man.

You both changed quickly after that, seeing it was now much later than you had anticipated leaving the gym. As you and Risotto walked towards the entrance, with Risotto unlocking it for the two of you to leave, he turned towards you.

“I do want to see you outside of the gym, you know,” he declared, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear.

“Then… let’s get lunch sometime?” you asked the taller man hopefully. He smiled down at you.

“I’ll give you my number, and we can work out a date and time.”

“Sounds like a plan!” you agreed excitedly.

Three figures watched the exchange from one of the plentiful mirrors, neither Risotto nor [Y/N] hearing the ensuing discussion.

“I told you he was gonna hook up with her!” Illuso crowed.

“But he still asked her out,” Formaggio countered, annoyed at his friend’s boastfulness.

“That doesn’t matter!” Melone interrupted excitedly. “It’s the same outcome, and not only that, they’re a perfect match!”

[Y/N] and Risotto kissed before she headed out, waving to her new date. After watching her round the corner, he turned towards the mirror, glaring at the men he saw there.

“Shit,” Formaggio swore as the trio’s former leader wore an expression that was absolutely murderous to the men who read him well.

Well, Risotto thought, at least [Y/N] doesn’t have a stand.

#jojos bizarre adventure #jjba #jojo part five #la squadra #la squadra esecuzioni #la squadra di esecuzione #Risotto Nero #risotto nero x reader #not.sfw

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hauntedadagium · 1 year

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if I opened comms here would anyone genuinely be interested? opened a cashapp acc (upon encouragement from le bestie) to accept anonymous payments—

#could be canon/non canon content #ardyn/reader #ardyn/oc #not.sfw #or #sfw #???#i realize this is a longshot #but hey #worth asking ig #ardyn izunia #ardyn lucis caelum #note: eighteen plus only #regardless of content

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ofaetherium · 8 months

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@starsasunder sent in : ❛ we're going to fuck right here? what if someone sees us? ❜ - from inanna, for emet : )

"You seem to be under the impression that I care what your little friends think, hero." He grins down at her, hands gripped tightly on the bare flesh of her hips. He had taken a liking to her, as much as he loathed to admit it. She was so very much like he remembered, and yet so very different at the same time. He found himself craving those differences, yearning for everything that made her her.

She would be his undoing, this lustful little thing he had pinned against the wall.

"Oh, what would they do if they could see their precious saviour now? Melting under the touch of an Ascian, begging for his cock." He's teasing her now, holding her up with on hand while the fingers of his other begin languidly circling her clit, just barely brushing against it but never actually touching.

"You will beg for me."

#not.sfw #ic. hades

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peachsayshi · 2 years

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giving nanami the best head of his life on his birthday because it’s what he deserves 🤝

#not so sweet peach #not.sfw #but like imagine him panting on the sofa #one hand threaded through your hair as he looks down at you with hooded eyes and a flushed face #and he groans as he watched you drag your lips up his shaft then leave a peck on the tip #I’m just saying #he works hard #and deserves to be treated right

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aerael-a · 11 months

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“if we get caught i’m blaming you” // Rin -> Aryu @mcwscollective

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐄 𝐂𝐇𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐋𝐄𝐃 ; hands still clinging to Rin’s waist as his lips trailed kisses all over the striker’s neck and shoulders. He had the smaller man against the wall as soon as they were alone in the locker room, kissing him all over. What could he say? He couldn’t ever get enough of Rin. ❛ That’s alright, ❜ he sighed, gently biting onto Rin’s neck.

❛ Taking the blame in your place will be very glam of me. ❜ Aryu was impossibly hard already and all he had done was kiss Rin. The hold the other man had on him was honestly scary, a single look, a single word could have Aryu in shambles. It was quite humbling to be at Rin’s mercy, but Aryu wouldn’t have it any other way.

Slowly he pulled away from the other, giving Rin’s neck a little break from his assault as he went down on his knees, dark eyes never leaving Rin’s face as he tugged onto the other’s pants. ❛ Will you let me make you feel good, Rin? ❜ He pleaded, cheeks flushed and lips bruised from all their kissing Rin’s neck.

#❛ 𝐍𝐈𝐌𝐁𝐔𝐒 . replied .#❛ 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐒 . aryu jyubei . ic .#mcwscollective #not.sfw

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ticklemycucumber · 1 year

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I don't typically fall for villains. I don't even like romantic comedies. but 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬 if I don't know I'd act like a moron in front of Ardyn: stuttering, stumbling, bumbling, praying that he'll notice me. little 'ole tickle, daydreaming within a daydream, about a man way out of my league. until one day—from that first k n o w i n g smirk, to awkward jests and a move-in request, to whispered, urgent endearments—I'm swimming in silk, gold, and the deep end of love. leather hints from his coat and car lace his hot, scarred skin for a number of times that I've lost track of; and I'm his moron.

#cue end credits!#gender-bent 'uh oh' by junior doctor plays 😌#what... has this man done to me heh #hom / not.sfw #?#ardyn izunia #ardyn lucis caelum #ardyn #final fantasy xv #ffxv #text post

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talentbloomed · 1 year

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“Please...fuck me until I can’t walk.”

#h...happy valentine's day 😳😳#wWLEJNFWLEJ #open starter #; Oғ ѕтαrdυѕт αɴd αмвιтιoɴѕ / IC.#; Uɴтιl ιт вreαĸѕ / MAIN.#; Iт coмeѕ вαcĸ тo reмιɴd мe / TIMESKIP.#Tw: not.sfw

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ecoterrcrist · 2 years

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🥀 Continued 🍃 @hiredassault

❦ - Pamela had Floyd right where she wanted him, completely under her control. While the release of her pheromones usually helped, at this point not only had Floyd always managed to break the control. It was one ability that became useless the closer they got to each other. This control was different, it was primal, a sexual control that no man could resist.

Ivy moved with no caution; straddling his hips, sliding his cock inside her and taking his full member inside her. Her moans soft nearly inaudible as her palms pressed to his waist as she adjusted to his length. Leaning into him, her chest to his as she found a rhythm that worked for her. Finally she pushed off his chest for a moment, her head hung down letting loose strands of red hair drape over her face, emerald hues glew a bright green as she starred down at the man under her. Extremities slide up along each curve of the toned muscle of his chest till they stopped curl around the soft skin of his neck. Slowly fingered tightened increasing pressure of the choke hold on him all while she continued the quick sharp rhythm of her hips moving in sync with the thrust of his hips.

Lips parted further, enjoying the pleasures of his cock. The control of him under her without the use of her meta-human abilities was exhilarating, intoxicating. It made the sex much more pleasuring. Mind-blowing even. She couldn’t help but lean in further, lips daring to press his. A kiss so toxic it could be deadly. Just inches apart yet refusing to give into the desire. It made the her body shake with harsh pleasured movements of her hips rocking against him.

#hiredassault #*/ Not.Sfw

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nxiispire · 11 months

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✰ Kaeya x s3xting .. ! (very short)

|･ω･`)ﾉ a/n : just a cute little idea i had hehe, hope you enjoy :))) ( comment if y’all wanna see the uncensored pics 😉 )

cw : not.sfw, 0rgasm control, s3xting

lmao, do y’all like the texting format? if so i may do more in the future

#genshin impact smut #genshin smut #sub genshin #sub genshin impact #𖦹 sub!char #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #kaeya smut #kaeya x reader #kaeya x reader smut #kaeya smau #genshin smau #sub kaeya

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nicka-nell · 2 years

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Awkward boyfriend moments

Pairing: Kita x; Iwaizumi x; Akaashi x; Daichi x; Matsukawa x; Kuroo x; Hinata x; Ennoshita x; Kageyama x reader

Warning: not.sfw-ish, awkward (because well we’re talking about awkward moments again)

Note: Part 1 | Part 2

You were with your child at a performance to register your child in school. They guided you through the school with several parents, and you could ask questions. In the end the children could still play and get to know each other.

Kita was not there because he had a business talk with a man who wants to buy him a large amount of rice every year. The conversation was over quickly and Kita wanted to pick you up, but you were not finished yet.So he went to Osamu’s Onigiri shop, stayed there with his friends until your message came that the tour was over in ten minutes.

With your sleeping child on your arm, you still talk to the director and the other parents when you see Kita and smile at him. And also Kita smiled at you, came up to you with the words “If that’s not my wonderful MILF.”

You drop your jaw, just like all the other parents around you and also the director did not know what to say. He just looked at you skeptically.

For the first time in your life, you wanted to say, “I don’t know this man up there,” and you’d like to sink into the ground.

Embarrassed, you went to Kita, who took your child from your arms, wanted to give you a kiss, but you dodged him and stomped to the car.

In the car he had asked you why you were so angry, because he meant nothing bad with it.

“Why are you so mad, my dear? Is it because of the word MILF? Don’t you know it?”

“Oh Shinsuke, believe me, I know the meaning of MILF pretty well. Just like all the other people who heard you calling me that…”

“But… Why are you mad? Do you feel uncomfortable if I call you the mother I love forever?”

MILF… The mother I love forever… What?! And that was the moment you realized it was Suna’s work who wanted to let your naïve husband believe MILF means ‘Mother I Love Forever’.

After you told Kita what MILF really meant, he just nodded sympathetically and apologized to you. But in his opinion, the true meaning of MILF is inappropriate, since you never want to sleep with someone else’s mother normally. Thereby he completely forgets that you are also the mother of his child and actually you are his MILF, but next time he shouldn’t say that while you’re outside your bedroom.

And with Suna… Well, with him he spoke a serious word, so that the poor man had hidden for over three months from Kita.

You just wanted to go home after your already strange working day and take a hot shower, be hugged by Iwaizumi and go to bed when you opened the door and your strange day continues in your own four walls.

You were about to greet Iwaizumi when you fell silent and just three simple words were floating in your mind. What the fuck?

In the kitchen on your kitchen island were eight unfolded baby diapers, all smeared with... Yeah, well, with what actually? Green, orange, yellow… All colors were there.

And Iwaizumi stood in front of them inspecting, lifted up the diapers, put his finger in this… whatever it is, and even used his tongue to taste.

“What the hell are you doing there?!”

Your desperate question had frightened him so much that he almost slapped his face with the diaper smeared with green stuff.

Did you marry a pervert who collects baby shit and sniffs at it?

Iwaizumi had thought that he would never say this sentence, because it only appears in movies and now he stood there…

“It’s not what it looks like, baby.”

“Do I want to know?!”

In the end, it turned out that Iwaizumi was invited to a baby shower by his work colleague and that crazy baby games are played there. Among other things, they smear diapers with baby porridge and you should guess which porridge is in the diaper.

Iwaizumi wanted to practice at home so that he would end up winning.

After he gave you the explanation, you had to admit that this baby game is disgusting, but somehow also damn funny.

Just the classic one… honestly

Akaashi and you always surprise each other with small things. Sometimes it’s just small gifts like flowers, jewelry, movie tickets, but also mature things like sexy lingerie.

Since you both had an extremely exhausting working week, Akaashi wanted to surprise you again with something indecent and was in an underwear store to buy lingerie for men.

Knowing that you are still at work, he has put on many candles in the bedroom, the latex boxer shorts with black plush on the edges, had put some of your sex toys on the bed, turned on some erotic music and laid down on the bed between the sex toys, hands tied to your bed with handcuffs. Even if that alone was really a challenge.

Maybe he shouldn’t have done that with the handcuffs until you’re about to go home. Because he’s been lying in bed like this for an hour now, can’t release the handcuffs alone, and must actually go to the toilet.

Even after another half an hour, there’s no sign of you. Not only does he have to pee so badly, he’s worried about you now. Until he finally hears the key in the lock, followed by your laughing voice.

“I’m in the bedroom, my love! I have a surprise for you.”

“Uncle Kaashi!”

And that was when Akaashi just didn’t care that he had to go to the toilet urgently, that he would like to sleep with you or anything else. He had to do something to stop your brother’s son from sprinting into the bedroom.

But before he could think of anything, the door was already wide open. The little boy stood with his head tilted to the side in the door frame, followed by your brother and you.

“Surprise heh… please just kill me here and now.”

The last part of his sentence you could not hear anymore but embarrassed you just put your hands over your little nephew’s eyes and whisper a quiet “I’m so sorry baby.” to Akaashi. You forgot to tell him your brother was coming today.

Since then, your brother teases Akaashi and calls him bunny.

Kuroo finally has a day off and doesn’t have to work or anything else. Just annoying that you have to work and he gets bored at home.

All his friends are currently working, so he watches a stream of Kenma on his mobile phone. But after a while Kuroo ends up with a streamer who is just getting ready for her date and thought, “I can make a make-up tutorial out of it”.

How he ended up on this beauty channel, he himself no longer knows. But that’s kind of always the case, that you first watch a cat video and at the end you end up at a video, where a man’s blackheads are pressed out by the nose.

Kuroo only smiles at the streamer, finds it funny how she always holds all the products in the camera, explains what this is and then smears these products in her face.

And from his boredom becomes an even bigger boredom that can only lead to nonsense.

He turns off the stream and thinks, what she can do, I can do too and goes to the dressing table of you in the bedroom.

When you get home, you just hear Kuroo babbling. His voice comes from the bedroom.

Skeptically you sneak up to the room, think that he again prepares some stupid prank, and open the door a crack wide. But what you see makes you laugh.

At least you want to laugh out loud, but keep it down and pull out your camera to film him.

“So my cute birdies, now I apply my… shit what do you call it...? Eyeliner on! It is by the brand ‘waterproof’, just like all the other items here!”

From the brand waterproof? It almost hurts to resist laughing.

“Don’t I look great?”

He says in an extremely high pitch and jingles with his fancy make-up eyes. Forms a kiss mouth with the dark red lipstick on his lips. Also so that his hair is not in his way, he had pushed it back with your bunny headband. Hilarious.

You can’t take it anymore.

“Yeah sweetheart, you’re such a sexy chick.”

You laugh, push the door further open and finish the video with Kuroo’s startled look, and his faster approaching steps to take the phone away from you.

But you have already saved it and sent it to Kenma with the words, “Looks like your streamer career is soon in danger.”

As you tease him repeatedly, Kenma can’t look his friend in the eye for a few weeks without a laugh.

Daichi is actually the perfect husband. He is good-looking, empathetic, has humor and can be strict if necessary.

He can deal with children well, has helped raise his siblings and in bed he is also fantastic. Only he always works way too much.

Also, this week he works every day only overtime, neglecting that you also have your needs. So you want to surprise him, bring him something to eat with your autumn coat and under it, as you know it from the movies, nothing but lingerie.

Once in the station, your heart beats fast as you pass all the colleagues of Daichi to get to his office. You never expected that there was so much going on at the station at the moment. It’s almost like there’s a summer sale.

In the office, he doesn’t even notice that you are there through all the papers that lie on his desk, until you clear your throat, so he raises his head.

Seductively, you salute him and tell him you have brought him something delicious to eat and push yourself between his table and his office chair to give him the lunch box.

Typical for your husband, he smiles at you lovingly, opens the box and is happy about the food, because he really has nothing in his stomach yet. But filling him with food wasn’t your first goal.

“I hope you’ll enjoy your meal, but… I also have a little dessert for you, handsome officer.”

And with these words, you open your belt on the coat, strip it off of your body and enjoy the bewildered and yet dark expression of your husband.

Impressed by what he sees, he licks his lip before he gets up from the office chair and puts the food away, instead approaches you and curves around your body with his powerful hands.

“Looks like I’m gonna be a bad cop today, because I’ll skip my meal for the good part.”

Daichi murmurs. He thinks that he really has the charisma of a villain, but alone that he describes his evil actions with the skipping of his meal makes you smile.

Only you have no time to smile, because he lifts you up, places you down on his desk and bends over you, the hands left and right of you on the paper stack.

“Mh baby, let’s see how long you’ll laugh like this. Daddy’s gonna show you how to behave. M’ gonna fill that pretty cunt of yours until you beg me for forgiveness.”

Bad only that his hand was on the loudspeaker button, which was hidden under the stack of paper, and the whole presidium had heard his words.

You told Daichi afterwards that he had to change his work location.

Kageyama needs his routine in everyday life.

In the morning he gets up, takes a shower, goes jogging, goes to training, comes from training, eats together with you, goes jogging again, watches the series with you, which you love so much, but he does not. At least that’s what he says. Now he’s the one who actually prefers to watch the series.

One day you had to interrupt his morning routine because you got up late and wanted to brush your teeth quickly.

Kageyama had just finished showering, was standing in front of the toilet seat wearing only his underpants and was cutting his toenails.

You couldn’t help looking at his muscular back for a while longer after you finished brushing your teeth when he suddenly smelled the cut nail of his big toe.

“Ew honey, what are you doing there?”

You ask disgusted as Kageyama turns around, looking calmly in your direction. Not embarrassed at all or anything like that.

Instead, he just looks down at the nail, back up to you.

“Well, the nail from the big toe always stinks when you cut it off. But although you know it stinks, you want to smell it somehow. You’re not doing this?”

He says as if he is asking you if you would clean your upper or lower row of teeth first.

Speechless and somehow not knowing what to answer, you just shake your head.

Then Kageyama only holds the nail with the words “Here, sniff.” But you stomp disgustedly out of the bathroom.

“Please honey, let’s pretend this conversation never happened. It’s the best for us and our relationship.”

While you leave Kageyama questioningly in the bathroom, trying to forget all this, he asks his teammates at the next training if they may know why you reacted like that.

More than half of them think that this must be a woman’s thing, because they probably smell on their nail too...

You enjoy your day just for yourself. A day when you really only do what you want. Manicure, pedicure, hairdresser appointment and so on.

Done with everything, you now put your feet up and want to watch through some TikTok videos when you get a call from the police.

“We would ask you to pick up your husband at our presidium.”

Since you were not told on the phone what happened, you rush to the police station, ask at the reception where you can find your husband when he already meets you.

Ennoshita wanted to grab ice cream for you and him on the way home, eat it with you, when he bumped into a girl who had ice cream in her hands.

The ice fell out of her hand and she was about to cry when Ennoshita grabbed her wrist and tried to calm her.

But he did not think about the fact that it might be interpreted quite differently for outsiders when a little girl cries and a strange man grabs her by the arm.

His “Don’t run to mom, okay? I’ll buy you a new ice cream. A bigger, cooler one! You just have to come with me.” certainly didn’t help.

He just didn’t want the girl’s mother to get mad. Just wanted to put a smile on the girl’s face again.

However, instead of making her smile again, he had two men in his back who had pressed him to the ground and a woman who had called the police and told them that a pedophile was running around trying to kidnap a child.

Since the police did not want a big fuss on the street, they took him to the station directly.

It was only at the station that he could explain himself and clear up the misunderstanding.

When you heard the story, you were about to laugh, even if you were angry at the police. Nevertheless, you could somehow understand them.

“Baby, you can’t do this… Didn’t you think for a second that what you were doing was really weird?”

“Please.. I’ll do anything if you won’t talk about it with the guys…”

Since then you get a free massage and ice cream as soon as you ask for it.

Matsukawa is a simple man. He loves you, your humor, your character… and your ass. He loves your plump butt.

It always echoes so loud when he gives you a slap on the ass and then grabs your plush meat with his hand.

Especially if you wear your tight leggings. His mouth is watery. Same for today.

Finished with the shower, he gets dressed, goes through the hallway to go into the garden, as he sees that the storage room is open and in the dimmed light you stand with your back to him. In tight leggings, of course.

“Damn babe, you really know what daddy likes, huh?”

He whispers and gives you such a powerful clap on the ass, before he claws his fingers into your flesh and places a kiss on the back of your head, before he just goes out again happily through the living room up to the garden.

But in the garden he remains rooted, the eyes larger like those of a puffer fish.

“B- babe? You? Here?”

Smiling, you lift your head, only to see how he looks back and forth between you and the garden door.

“Have you seen Yuki? I sent her in to get a towel. Maybe you can check on her? She probably doesn’t know where the towels are.”

Yuki, of course... your best friend. Why on earth do you have to have a friend who’s as tall as you, has the same hair color as you, and looks pretty much like you in the dim light? God, either you kill him when he tells you what he did, or Yuki tells you and both the women kill him. How did he deserve this?

“Baby, why didn’t you tell me she’ll be here today?”

“But… I did that yesterday, Issei. Why can’t she be here?”

“I swear to god, it was not my intention, but I saw her in the storage room and thought she’s you and slapped her ass so hard…”

Unlike what he expects, you can’t help but laugh out loud. Only Matsukawa doesn’t share your laughter.

“You have to find another best friend.”

You laugh again when your best friend joins the two of you, walks past Matsukawa and says “hey daddy”, hands you the towel and you both laugh tears.

You know it was a misunderstanding and that neither Matsukawa nor your best friend would get the idea of starting something with each other. After all, she has been married for years and is currently trying to have her second child with her husband, and Matsukawa is so fond of you he sometimes looks at your nude photos at work. Because he just can’t get enough of you. Even if a morgue is a strange place for it.

Anyway, now Matsukawa always looks closely before he gives you a slap on your ass and he was so damn glad when your friend changed her hair color.

Hinata is such an innocent little sunshine.

So far, nothing embarrassing has ever happened to you. Or something strange.

The only thing that happens every now and then is that Hinata grabs one of your bras and pulls it over his head.

If you are in a bad mood, he takes one of your bras and stands next to the couch on which you lie, tells you he will now ride a bike and quickly puts on the ‘helmet’.

He “buckles” himself by fastening the hooks of your bra and stretching his hands forward, as if grabbing a handle off the bike and pretending to drive down a mountain while he disappears piece by piece behind the couch.

“I can still see your head, sweetie.”

You just laugh before Hinata jumps up again and goes along with your laughter.

Once he had tried to put your bra on his eyes, came into the living room with humming noises and said he was a housefly, when after only a few seconds he was lying crying on the floor because he was banging his best piece against the edge of the table because he could not see it through your bra.

#haikyuu x reader #kita x reader #iwaizumi x reader #akaashi x reader #daichi x reader #matsukawa x reader #kageyama x reader #hinata x reader #ennoshita x reader #kuroo x reader

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suguwu · 2 years

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when you first start sleeping together, nanami likes to watch you touch yourself.

he kneels at the foot of the bed with dark, hungry eyes, just shy of your spread legs. he has one big hand on your ankle to keep you laid out and on display. he watches the way you touch yourself, the way your thighs tremble, the way your hips jolt up when you sink a finger in.

he rubs his thumb in a soft little circle on your ankle bone when you cum with a quiet, broken cry after meeting his eyes.

and then he asks you to show him again.

after all, he wants to learn how to best take you apart.

#bee chats #not.sfw #.nanami

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bovine-providence · 2 years

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Master’s Home!

Melone x Reader

Melone had mentioned a kink he wanted to try, and you surprise him with it after his return from a mission.

Yo @whoreiaki-kakyoin, this is that lactation fic we were talking about!

[CWs: lactation, hucow/petplay(ish?? Not sure how to tag), rough sex, Master/pet dynamics, praise kink, breeding kink.]

Melone was coming home tonight from his weeklong mission, and you were anxiously awaiting in the bedroom of your shared apartment. You had a surprise for him tonight, assuming he wasn’t going to be too tired from his travels.

You and he had a loving relationship, in which communication flowed freely. This, of course, included discussions about what both of you were interested in sexually. He had made it known early on that he was a passionate lover, and you were more than willing to keep pace with his libido. Sure, some kinks between the two of you weren’t shared, but you both shared the major ones, which was enough for your relationship.

What surprised you, though, was how long it took for him to admit to one of his fantasies.

“[Y/N],” he started one lazy afternoon that saw you sitting on the couch as he used your thighs as pillows.

“What’s up, Mel?” you responded, gently brushing a strand of his hair out of his eyes. He preened at the contact, before meeting your eyes.

“I wanted to ask you about a kink I’m curious about,” he started casually.

“I’m listening.”

“How do you feel about lactation and hucows?”

You had to pause to think about it. Sure, you enjoyed the breeding kink talk in the bedroom, and maybe this was a natural progression from it. But it still warranted a discussion.

“I’ve never really thought about it seriously,” you admitted. “I’m aware of those kinks, but I’ll admit I’m a little nervous about the lactation one.”

“Why’s that?” the lilac-haired man asked, sitting up to face you.

“I mean, it would involving changing my body, and it would affect how I go about my life. It would be a big change.”

Melone nodded sagely at your response.

“I can understand your concerns. If you don’t want to do that, it’s fine.” He tilted his head at you. “And the hucow one?”

“Would it be similar to petplay?”

“I suppose,” he chuckled. “But I think it would tie in nicely with breeding.” He leaned in mischievously. “Would you want to be my little breeding heifer?”

“As long as I don’t have to moo…”

“Oh we can work with that,” he assured quickly. “I just think you’d be such a good little cow for me.”

For some reason, that brought some delicious thoughts to your mind and heat to rise between your thighs, and the night was spent excitedly exploring the ramifications in bed.

Now, you almost can’t believe what you’re doing. You were sat on the bed, dressed in a cowprint lingerie with a cow horn headband and white stockings. The bra did little to hold your breasts in place. Speaking of which…

You gently squeezed your right breast, feeling the milk leak slightly into the cup.

Even though Melone hadn’t mentioned lactation much since that afternoon, you thought about it from time to time, wondering if you could really do it. Eventually, you figured you could always try it and stop later if you didn’t like it. So, you had done some research and learned about lactation cookies. Ordering some online, you took care to avoid arousing Melone’s suspicion, tucking them away in the freezer until you could find an opportunity to try them. When Melone had told you that he would be on a weeklong mission, you saw your chance.

You perked up when you heard the front door creaking open from down the hall, and your loving boyfriend greeting you.

“I’m in the bedroom,” you called out, and soon his footsteps led to the opening of the bedroom door.

“I’m so glad to- oh,” he stopped mid-sentence. His expression turned from eager to pleased, a lecherous grin painting his lips.

“Who’s this little heifer? Is she here to be bred?” he purred.

“Hey Mel,” you greeted meekly. “I’m glad you’re home, so I wanted to try something new.”

“I can’t wait,” he answered, his suitcase forgotten by the door as he approached slowly, like a predator closing in on his prey. You leaned back slightly as he shifted onto the bed, quickly straddling you.

“You look good in cowprint,” he murmured as he took gentle hold of your jaw, leaning in for a kiss that you eagerly reciprocated. “Fuck, I’ve missed you.”

“I missed you too, baby,” you whined. He leaned in closer, forcing you onto your back. You grabbed onto his upper arms, stroking along them as he began caressing your skin. As the two of you made out, his caresses began to shift into full-on groping, and he moved to your breasts.

“Ah,” you winced when he pressed too hard. Since you started eating those cookies that week, your breasts had become much more sensitive.

Melone pulled back, light confusion etched on his face, until he looked down and saw the wet spot forming on your bra. His eyes shot up to you immediately.

“Wait, you… did you… are we?” he questioned breathlessly.

“Yeah,” you giggled beneath your lover. “I wanted to at least see what it’s like before I made a final decision.”

“Fuck, baby, you’re the best little heifer a man could have,” he moaned, returning his attention to massaging your breasts.

“The milk only started coming in a few days ago, so I don’t think there’s a lot,” you warned.

“That’s fine,” Melone hurriedly answered. Pulling down at the edge of the bra, he glanced back up. “May I?”

“Please.”

He didn’t need further encouragement, quickly pulling down the bra so the cups were bunched beneath your breasts. Melone watched in awe as he tenderly squeezed your breasts, watching the translucent milk bead up on your nipple. Reverently, he lowered his mouth to your left nipple and suckled.

The feeling of the milk flowing into your boyfriend’s mouth was amazing. It was like pressure had been released, and seeing him get so aroused by the action turned you on further.

“Cara,” he gasped, pulling away from your still-leaking breast briefly, “you taste exquisite.” He was quick to latch back onto your reddened nipple, careful not to let a drop go unsipped.

You found yourself rutting against him, wrapping your legs around his thigh to rub your dripping cunt against him between the layers of your and his clothing. He moaned into your tit at the action, grabbing at your waist as he ground against you, equally desperate.

“Fuck, Mel,” you whined, clinging onto him, one hand wrapped into his hair, pressing him against your chest further.

The two of you stayed like that for a few minutes more, writhing against each other in desperate arousal as he had his fill of the milk from your left breast, then your right. Eventually, he lifted his head up to you.

Melone gazed at you, seemingly drunk on the taste of your milk. Cheeks flushed, his gaze distant, and there was a dribble running down his chin.

He looked like a mess, and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

“Fuck…” he sighed dreamily as he gazed at you.

“Mel, I want more,” you whined at him, rubbing your still-clothed pussy against him. He hissed, feeling your thigh bump against his engorged member.

“Are you really this desperate to be bred, little heifer?” his growled, his dreamy gaze quickly turning hungry.

“Please!” you begged. “Fill me up, Mel.”

“That’s Master to you,” he corrected, leaning down to sharply nip at your neck before crawling away to quickly remove his outfit, shoving it off to some corner of the room before looming over you.

“I’m sorry, Master! Please, please fill me,” you whimpered. He grinned down at you.

“Good girl. Now spread your legs for me.”

You didn’t need to be told twice, quickly opening your legs wide for him. He gazed down at you, still in your headband and the cowprint lingerie, your stockings beginning to show runs from the friction of rubbing your legs against his.

“I think my little heifer deserves to feel good after this lovely surprise,” he murmured, half to himself as he kneeled between your legs. He was quick to pull your panties to the side and was soon pressing two fingers into you.

After the rutting and relief of being suckled, it felt like your prayers had been answered when Melone began to mercilessly thrust his fingers in and out of you, the lewd sounds of your slickness coating his digits filling your bedroom.

You moaned loudly, rolling your hips into the sensation as Melone looked down at your squirming form.

“Feels good, huh?” he smirked. “Such an easy little bitch to please. I just need to press my fingers in and you lose all control, don’t you?”

“Yes, Master,” you whimpered, clutching at the sheets beneath you. Melone wasn’t dominant often, but when he was, you quickly fell in line with his commands.

“Then I want you to come on my hands. Do it, little girl,” he ordered, making sure to abuse the sweet spot inside of you that had your legs twitch and back arch.

With an undignified cry, you came on his hand, your juices coating Melone’s fingers thickly.

You gasped for air as you watched your partner lift his hand to his mouth, closing his eyes in bliss as he sucked on a slick finger. Returning his gaze to you, he placed them on your lips.

“Clean them.”

Eager to obey, you opened your mouth, allowing them entry as you sucked your juices off. You gazed up at the lilac-haired man lovingly, taking your time with the task, your tongue running across the skin until you could no longer taste yourself on them. As he withdrew his fingers, he spoke further.

“What do you say?”

“Thank you, Master, for fingering me and letting me clean your fingers off.” His eyes twinkled affectionately at that, pleased with how specific you were. He had trained you well.

“You’re welcome, baby,” he murmured. He gazed down at your form, using his just-cleaned hand to ensure his cock was ready. Your eyes trailed down to where Melone palmed himself; he may be fairly average in length, but his girth was where he really made you scream. It stretched you in ways that you’ve never felt before, and it pressed into places you didn’t know existed.

Finally he shifted above you, taking hold of your legs and bringing them to your chest, folding you into a mating press. “Now let me make you a mommy.” With that, he smacked the head of his cock against your clit before pressing inside you.

You let out a whiny, prolonged moan as he steadily continued, his keen eyes watching for any discomfort. Even while Domming, he never wanted to seriously hurt you. If you weren’t veritably losing your mind from pleasure, your heart would’ve been melting at the consideration.

Too soon, his hips were pressed against your own.

“Ready, little heifer?” he purred into your ear.

“Yes, Master,” you whimpered, trying (and failing) to roll your hips into his own.

“Good girl.” He began his thrusting, the position forcing his cock deeper into you. Reaching up to try clutching his shoulders, he was quick to grab your hands and press them into the mattress above your head.

“No. I want you to lay back and take it,” he murmured. Fuck, how did his saying that make you feel even hotter?

“Okay, Master,” you whispered softly. He smiled at you before leaning down, pressing a tender kiss belying the rough pace he had begun as he continued thrusting into you.

“Feels pretty good, doesn’t it?” he asked breathlessly.

“It does, Master, it always does,” you replied, attempting to squeeze your legs around him. He groaned at the contact.

“Such a good heifer for me. Can’t… can’t wait to make you a mommy. You’ll be such a good mother,” he muttered. “And you’ll look so… fucking… beautiful pregnant. I can’t wait for that…”

“I can’t wait either,” you sobbed, tears beginning to run down your cheeks at the thought. “I wanna… I wanna make you a daddy… make you proud…”

“Oh baby,” Melone sighed, leaning down to shower your face and neck in kisses, “you make me proud everyday. Just keep being you.”

“Melone,” your voice cracked, and you found yourself shoving his hands away to wrap your arms around his neck, burying your face into his neck.

“You’re a good girl for Master, alright?” you heard him chuckle above you, his thrusts picking up.

You could feel another orgasm beginning to form, your core tightening. And by the sounds of it, Melone was close as well.

“Master, can I… can I cum? Please?” you begged.

“But you’ve already cum, cara,” Melone teased into your ear.

“But I wanna cum again,” you whined needily.

“You can cum again, IF,” he decided, “you beg just a little more.”

“Please, Master! I wanna cum! I wanna show you how good you make me feel,” you needled, your voice turning high-pitched from the satisfaction you were feeling. “I wanna show you how-ah! How you make me feel!”

“Oh baby,”Melone moaned, “when you beg like that, how can I say no?”

You soon felt his fingers rub against your clit urgently, shooting you over the edge into bliss.

As you felt the waves of pleasure flowing through you, you felt Melone press himself against you, and a warmth filling you. You gazed up at him, meeting his own eyes dazed in bliss. He leaned down to press a kiss upon your lips.

“How was that?” he inquired breathlessly.

“It was great,” you murmured shyly. He smiled down at you.

“Good,” he whispered sweetly, sharing another kiss before he pulled away, taking care to gently place your legs back down.

“Stay there, I’ll start up a bath,” he threw over his shoulder as he got up and headed for the attached bathroom.

You snuggled further into the sheets, gasping for air after the roughness of your reunion with Melone. Lifting your hand to rub the sleep out of your eyes, you felt the headband had fallen askew. Smiling to yourself, you pulled it off.

A moment later Melone walked back over to you.

“Let’s get you out of this, amore,” he murmured as he gently began to tug your now-dirtied lingerie off of your exhausted body. As you leaned up to help him with removing the bra, he gazed down at you dreamily.

“This was a wonderful surprise to come home to,” he noted. “Thank you.”

“I enjoyed it more than I thought I would,” you admitted bashfully. He leaned down to pick you up, carrying your nude form princess-style to the waiting bath. Eyeing the bubble bath as he strolled in, you turned up to face him.

“Could you join me? I imagine you’re tired after traveling and… this,” you blushed. He smiled down at you.

“Of course,” he answered, pressing a kiss to your forehead before placing you down and helping you into the tub. As you got settled, he moved to join you, sinking into the hot water behind you.

“I’m glad I’m home,” he sighed, nuzzling into your hair as he wrapped his arms around you.

“I’m glad to have you back, Mel,” you purred back.

#moo 🐮#this is a whole mess 😹#melone and reader are having a grand old time #jojos bizarre adventure #jjba #jojo part five #la squadra #melone #melone x reader #not.sfw

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