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omgeto · 8 months

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☆ THREE ISN'T A CROWD — SATORU & SUGURU

summary: your best friends, geto and gojo, rail you in a hotel bed. that's it. that's the fic.

cw: afab!reader, finger fucking, unprotected sex, double penetration so mdni !!

an: I wrote this whilst drinking a big fat cup of tea, and eating a packet of stale biscuits. so no angsty romance today, just two besties appreciating you in their own special way. it is 5:40 am so I did not proof read this so ignore mistakes pls <;33

gojo and geto were mischievous on their own accords – but when together it was worse. so when you were sandwiched between them in your hotel room, since of course there was only one bed, you weren’t even surprised.

“this is not fair,” gojo mumbles, his lips curling into a mock pout as he exhales a huff of air.

“oh don’t be a baby,” geto scolds, with a chuckle . gojo and geto bickered over who got to sleep where and after a lengthy game of rock paper scissors – it was gojo who had to face the wall. “you’ll get your turn soon.” you could feel geto’s breath on your neck as he was placed firmly behind you, his hands stuffed in your pants as his fingers caress your wet slit.

“don’t be mean sugu,” you chastise, your hand trailing up gojo's back to his shoulder to turn him over, facing you, “there’s enough of me to go around.” gojo is needy, pressing a feverish kiss to your lips, wanting to taste all of you.

gojo didn’t think his plan would work, when he proposed it to geto he was swift in his agreement — the only thing left was you. their pretty little best friend. who they've both wanted a piece of, for years.

now that he’s got you, he couldn’t contain himself – if he wasn’t careful he knew he’d be cumming in his boxers too soon. he latches onto your neck sucking and biting his hands grabbing onto your tits, tweaking and pinching at your nipples.

“you’re hogging her,” gojo complains, as his fingers slip down to your cunt. geto adds another finger spreading your lips wider as gojo’s forces his fingers into you. they were both rubbing your pussy. your wetness making it easier for gojo to piston in and out of you and for geto to stroke and flick against your clit with his thumb.

“g-guys fuck, you’re both too much,” you whimper, your hips thrusting towards gojo, slotting onto his fingers further. geto’s slides his tongue from your collar bone to your jaw before his hand grips onto it, his lips remain at your ears as he whispers, “you gonna cum for us baby?”

“yeah c’mon make a mess for us,” gojo adds, continuing his pattern of rubs and pushes in your pussy, its almost as if he’s committed the rhythm to memory. he was effortless in working with geto, both aiding each other to help you reach your climax. geto pinches your clint, hard, and you spray both of their hands with your cum – squirting all over them.

gojo’s eyes widen at the sight, “shit, i didn’t know you could do that” he exclaims, taking his fingers out of you, examining them as they glisten with your juices, “suguru, did she know that she could do that?”

geto ignores him, rolling his eyes at his friends over excitement, “wanna be wowed even further, taste her, i bet she’s sweet.” before gojo could comply you take his fingers in your mouth, practically choking on them as you suck off all your juices.

“you taste good don’t you?” geto muses, pressing a kiss to your neck, you nod dumbly as you lock eyes with gojo still nibbling on his fingers.

“hey suguru, can we try something with her,” gojo proposes, and geto nods, prompting him to continue, “i wanna stuff her. i want both of us to stuff her.

“we can make that happen, can't we?” geto smirks, rubbing on your ass giving it a light smack, “come sit on my dick, i’ll take of you.”

“what about me?” gojo whines, groaning as you're pulled away from him and on top of geto.

“you’ll get yours in due time, satoru,” geto scolds, taking out his dick giving it some light pumps before rubbing it across your slit. you force yourself down on him, your hands clawing at his chest as you push it down. you were already gushing at the feeling of geto inside of you, filling you whole. so the idea of having them both in you had you excited, grinding down onto geto’s dick as hard as he was thrusting into you.

“are you seeing this?” geto asks gojo, gesturing to the way your head was thrown back and your lips were clenched in your teeth, “the way our pretty friend here is all strung out on my dick?”

gojo’s eyes were focused on the way you bounced repeatedly on his best friends dick, furiously pumping his as the sight. the way your grabbed your tits and played with your nipples, moaning to the beat of geto’s thrusts, he knew he needed to be inside of you.

he gets out of the bed, coming to kneel behind you, peppering kisses along your spine. “i think theres room for me, isn’t there?” he jests, slightly pushing you forward, eyeing the way geto’s dick slides in and out of you.

you take a shark inhale at the feeling of gojo entering you, “you’re good,” geto reassures, “you can take us.” and you moan as you get used to the feeling of the both of them, their dicks rubbing together as they drive into you, instantly finding a rhythm.

“you feel so fuckin’ good, w-way too good,” gojo moans, holds you from behind, his chest presses against your back, his hands cupping your boobs as his head rests on your shoulders.

“‘m close,” geto mutters, smirking at the sight of you, the feeling of you. “you gonna let us cum inside of you? really keep you filled up.” you moan out in agreement, your head felt so foggy with the feeling of them both charging into you. geto gives gojo a knowing smile, and as if on cue, they both load into you showering you with their cum. you finish at the same as them with a high pitched moan, releasing onto them, feeling stuffed with all their cum, and yours, resting inside of you.

“now that,” gojo pulls out of you, pressing an appreciative kiss on the corner of your lips before collapsing on the bed with a blissful smile, “was fucking magical.”

“yeah i guess it was good,” geto chuckles, still inside of you, kissing you on your forehead, his hand slinging over your ass, as you slump on top of him, “how are you feeling?”

“you two are exhausting,” you joke with a smile, “but i can see why i kept you around as my friends.” although this was something that you yourself didn’t plan, you weren’t gonna deny that being freshly fucked and laid up with your two best friends wasn’t all that bad.

AN: I think you can see my heavy bias for geto come thru in this fic but oh well DIVIDERS BY @/CAFEKITSUNE I wrote this more for time than anyone else tbf BUT TELL ME WHAT U THINK since I am iffy on my smut skills

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angelltheninth · 1 year

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Genshin men reacting to you telling them you're very horny?

One a scale of 1 to 10, how would you rate your honryness? 11? Mmm, good, then you can keep up.

Pairing: Kaeya, Diluc, Itto, Thoma, Xiao, Childe, Dottore, Pantalone, Tighnari, Zhongli x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, fingering, teasing, hallway sex, office sex, semi-public sex, mating press, biting, marks, creampie, blowjob, outdoor sex, facial, cunnilingus, trying to stay quiet

A/N: My mind went wild writing this.

Kaeya is taken back by how blatant you are with it. Whispering it into his ear, in front of his men too, it will get a reaction out of him for sure. Good thing he's already given his speech so he can drag you into his room, kissing you and bumping into walls along the way, his cock twitching with the need to give you what you wanted. The moment you step into the bedroom its time for all clothes to go, and for you to present your needy pussy for a good fucking.

Diluc thinks he heard you wrong. You're still behind the bar, how can you be horny already? Can you really not wait. Well, only if you promise to be quiet... Luckily there's music from outside to cover the slick sounds of his middle and ring fingers pushing past your entrance and moving with the rhythm of people's clapping. Its part of his job to be sneaky, he just never thought he'd use that skill for this.

Itto gets a boner and a big dopey grin instantly. That must be why you chose so little clothes today, you wanted him to have an easier time getting you naked. He has no problem helping you out behind that big boulder. It gives him something to sink his claws onto while his huge cock sinks into your needy cunt and fills it with a warm rush of seed to soothe the ache between your legs.

Thoma looks at you absolutely stunned that you would say this while he's trying to clean the hallway. Why would you say that now? Fuck, now you've got him thinking about it too. Well he can't drop work just like that but since the floor is already wet go ahead and spread for him. You watch him get down on his knees and bury his head between your thighs, encouraging you to jump up, grip his hair and let your pretty pussy gush all over his face while you're squeezing his head with your thighs.

Xiao casually slips his hand between your this and cups your pussy. He has a very blank look on his face while he starts fingering you, your mouth falling open in both pleasure and astonishment. What? You said you were horny right? So logically as your boyfriend he will take care of your problem for you. Be quiet and let his fingers work your pussy the way only he knows how.

Childe immediately takes you by the hand, not caring at all about the looks from the fatui you're getting. His cock is already hard just from thinking about fucking you. Before he can fix your problem you need to fix his. He doesn't care if you start moaning in the hallway, he is shutting you up with his cock before you can laugh at how eager he is for this. Him? You're the one who's dripping though her panties. He's taking those just so you know.

Dottore pulls you in his lap and smirks at you knowingly. You're finally getting addicted to his cock. Good girl, good cockslut, that's exactly what he wanted in the first place. Show him. Bend over the medical table and spread your pussy lips for him, finger that needy hole and tell him just how badly you want his cock to fuck you until you're a weeping, drooling mess.

Pantalone won't drop his work just to fuck you. But you can fuck yourself in his office if you want, just stay quiet. It's not even ten minutes before your moans distract him too much, he thought he could resist but he can't, you're in his head, in his heart. Just a quickie then, a fast pump that will make you feel better until later tonight where he will take his time punishing you for this distraction.

Tighnari thought he caught scent of it earlier but honestly he thought it was his rut approaching and playing tricks on him. Good to know his nose still works fine. Do you... well... do you want it now? He can but you'll have to keep real quiet, there are rangers patrolling the forest. Turns out that he's the one who can't keep quiet, not without sinking his teeth into your neck and leaving his mark on you.

Zhongli doesn't need to be told that you're horny, he could smell it from the moment you stepped into his office. That's why he told you to lock the door. He has your pretty thighs all scratched up from the force he's using to keep you still while his cock keeps hitting your sweet spot, scraping your inner walls and him, growling into your face about how beautiful of a mate you are, what a good bride you are, how much he, a god, wants to worship that cunt of yours.

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osachiyo · 2 months

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𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 & 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 — fem!reader, cunnilingus, teasing, degradation, mean!veritas, pussy slapping, prone bone, unprotected sex, he puts u in a headlock etc • my first time writing for this man ! i hope i did him justice :3 happy reading and i hope you enjoy !! minors dni & NOT PROOFREAD

VERITAS'S eyes raked over your entire frame, his mouth working wonders on your cunt, while you practically gushed on his tongue — "did i tell you to stop?" he raised an eyebrow, flicking your clit with his tongue as if to punctuate his words.

"n-no but—" "but?" his tone was harsh, causing you to flinch from the venom in his voice. "but it's hard to focus w-while you're shoving your tongue down my pussy, duh."

veritas only chuckled, pulling his mouth away from your aching cunt — strings of your arousal and his saliva connecting his pink lips to your pussy. "wha—" smack!

a harsh slap landed on your clit, making you yelp and jolt at the sting. "you're talking just fine, but you can't read a simple paragraph from the book? are you a brat or just simply stupid?" he hissed, pretty eyes narrowing down to slits — lips pressed into a frown.

"i —" you cried out when another smack landed on your cunt, thighs desperately trying to close but his hands easily pried them apart. "you think you're so cheeky, hm? running that smart mouth to get on my nerves on purpose? whatever do i do with you..." he sighed, running the knuckles of his fingers over your puffy folds as if to soothe it from the stinging burn.

a desperate whine left your lips when veritas parted your folds, licking a long stripe up before circling his tongue on your clit, big hands pinching and feeling up the soft skin of your thighs. "keep reading."

"…a-and gibraltar as a girl where i was a flower of — nggh —!" your head rolled back with a breathless moan when he started tongue-fucking you, while his thumb drew figure eights on your puffy clit. "go on," you could practically hear the smirk in his voice, his attention solely on you. the way you quiver so adorably while moaning his name — struggling so hard to let out coherent sentences.. it made his cock twitch and strain painfully against his pants.

"please," you begged, the tears in your glossy eyes finally threatening to spill and fuck — it shouldn't have made him harder than he already was. "i - i can't anymore, veritas," you hiccuped, the man's heart fluttering at the way his name rolled off your tongue so beautifully.

"..fine," strong arms flipped you over with ease — making you drop the book with a surprised yelp, now positioned on your tummy. you tried to look back but a hand pushed your head down, warm breath hitting the shell of your ear,

"— but brace yourself, because im not gonna go easy, slut."

that was all he said before pushing himself into your warm, welcoming walls — pelvis resting on your ass. "f-fuck, still so tight," veritas groaned, his free hand foundling the fat of your ass before landing a swift smack on it, making your clench even more around him. "ve - veritas —" you gasped when he wrapped an arm around your throat, effectively putting you in a headlock as his thrusts finally found their rhythm — rough and calculated.

it wasn't long before you could feel yourself getting lost in the hazy fog of pleasure — eyes threatening to roll back as his cock hits that one rough patch inside of you with strong but calculated thrusts, along with the mean, degrading words he whispered into your ear — you came embarrassingly fast.

"y-yes yes yes — ! right there oh god —!" you couldn't help but bite down on his forearm as you made a mess on his cock, some of your slick running down his shaft to his balls — even soaking his thighs in the process.

"god, such a messy fucking girl, aren't you?" he spat — thrusts becoming more powerful and his voice becoming higher in pitch — indicating that he too, was close to his release.

and it didn't take long for him to cum — hips pressing against your ass, while spurts of his seed coated your gooey walls, his face buried in your neck as he gives you everything he had to offer.

he slowly lifted his head after a few minutes of inhaling your intoxicating scent, voice raspy and deep —

"you still have to read the book, you do know that right?"

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badbtssmut · 27 days

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Where you go to a host club for a distraction and meet hottie host Kim Taehyung who makes you forget all about your problems when he takes you to the VIP rooms to fuck.

Contains: fingering, hitting it from the back, missionary , drooling, rough sex, Tae is kinda an escort

Inspo x links NSFW: missionary, behind

“Mmm…” You couldn’t believe that you were actually doing this; naked from head to toe, your legs spread, getting fingered by a man you met at the host club. You had told yourself you needed a distraction— and it wouldn’t go further than a kiss, at most.

But there was something about Taehyung that made you eager to follow him to the VIPs rooms.

“Oh..!” You shuddered as he pushed another finger in.

The room was quiet, save for the lewd noises of your wet pussy sucking his fingers in.

“Such a pretty pussy you have here. Is this what you wanted to show me when you followed me back here? Hm, beautiful?”

His voice was soft and gentle, yet the words that came out of his mouth were dirty and sinful. You didn't mind it, though. In fact, it turned you on even more.

You found yourself nodding, not even sure if that was the truth, but you went along with it.

“That pretty pussy would look even prettier when it's filled to the brim with cock, wouldn't it? Would you like that, beautiful?” Taehyung asked, pulling his fingers out, only to push them back in a few moments later.

It was embarrassing, really, having someone watch you squirm underneath their fingers, but the feeling was so good, you couldn't complain.

“Yes… please.” You replied, eyes locked with his.

Taehyung didn't break eye contact, not even when he was leaning in closer to place a sweet kiss on your lips.

You closed your eyes, and the two of you just stayed there, his lips against yours, while his fingers were still moving inside of you. Then he pulled away, replacing his fingers with his cock.

"I can't wait any longer." Taehyung admitted, pushing his cock into your dripping pussy. “So wet, my cock just slides in, what a good girl…”

"Oh, oh..." He was bigger than you expected, filling you up nicely. Your walls accommodated him, and you couldn't help but sigh in relief, finally feeling the pleasure you craved.

"That's right, baby. Just lay there and take it." Taehyung hummed, resting his hands on either side of your head. "So tight, such a obedient pussy, knows how to take big cocks, hm?"

He started off with slow, shallow thrusts, pulling all the way out, until only the tip of his cock was inside, before he was back in again, going slow, just enough to drive you crazy.

"Taehyung… please." You stammered.

"Yes, beautiful?" He looked down at you.

"I can't.. Please, I can't take this anymore." You whined, hips bucking upwards to get more of his cock inside.

“Yeah? Want more?” And he did give it to you, his pace becoming faster, thrusts harder, until he was fucking you into the sheets, and all you could do was moan his name and beg him to keep going. You couldn’t think, couldn't focus, not with the way he was ramming into your pussy.

The man was burying your body into the bed with his thrusts, his cock pounding into you so deep that you started to drool. You were a mess, a complete and utter mess, but you didn’t care, not when the pleasure was so intense.

“You love that huh? That pussy is sucking me right in, taking me so well, so wet and needy for my cock. I bet you want more, don’t you, baby? Wanna cum on this cock, hm?” He whispered, his focus not faltering as he trusted you in the same rhythm.

“Yes, feels so good…” was about all you could say, your brain melting at how good he felt inside of you.

Taehyung trusted into you one last time, letting your pussy savor the taste of his cock, before he pulled out. Taehyung then directed you on all fours, spreading your legs open and pushing himself back into your warmth.

Your back arched in pleasure, your ass sticking out towards him. You didn't expect him to go harder than before, but he did. It was almost as if he had a sudden boost of energy. His thrusts were mind blowing, a steady pace causing your body to bounce back and forth, before he’d finish off the series of thrusts by firmly gripping onto your hips and snapping you back harshly against his cock, causing you to let out a pleasurable cry each time it happened.

Your arms collapsed under you, your face down and your ass up as he continued to fuck into you. His thrusts were hard and merciless, and he showed no sign of stopping anytime soon. Heck, you weren’t even sure how you were holding on considering how he was abusing your pussy like a maniac.

Your fingers dug into the sheets and your mouth gaped open, drooling into the sheets below. You could hear him cursing, his groans growing louder as he picked up the pace.

You could feel it coming, the build up. The tension in your lower belly, the feeling of your toes curling and your thighs quivering, you were so close, and he knew it.

“It’s okay, baby, if you got to cum, then cum, let me see that pussy come undone for me.” Taehyung cooed, running his fingers down your back.

That was the final straw. Your whole body trembled and you came on his cock, moaning his name into the pillow. He wasn’t far behind either. His thrusts grew sloppy, his breaths becoming uneven. He gave one last thrust, burying his cock deep inside of you before he spilled his seed, coating your insides with his cum.

You didn’t move, and neither did he, and the two of you stayed still for a few more seconds, before Taehyung grabbed your arms and pulled you up, your back resting against his chest. His fingers dug into your cheeks before he pulled your head to face him, pressing his lips against yours.

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namazunomegami · 4 months

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Mélange

Pairing: Okkotsu Yuta x gn!reader

Synopsis: Sometimes humans are not above animals. Sometimes they burn to fulfill the same basic needs and not strive for more in the moment. A full belly, safety, procreation. What happens when all three of them need to be satisfied? Tinged with spice. Under the influence of an unknown substance.

CW: aphrodisiac, dubcon, slight somnophilia, feral and animalistic Yuta, he has cannibalistic thoughts, licking, lovebites, scratching, biting, slight pain, handjob, premature ejaculation, fingering, Reader can feel Yuta’s ring during fingering, slight dacryphilia if you squint, implied multiple rounds, porn with feelings, good old unprotected sex + creampie, both Reader and Yuta are ultra possessive in their own toxic way <33

WC: 3.6k

Credits: my dearest @notveryrussian for proofreading this mess and doing a bit of rework on the tenses <33 the cannibalcore pics are from pinterest

Song rec: needles and pins by deftones and gibson girl by ethel cain both give a nice vibe to the fic as we slowly transition from Yuta's POV to Reader's POV

A/N: Can't believe I'm posting my first one shot here 🥹 After so many unsuccessful attempts to wrap up multichaptered fics, at least, this one messy smut got finished. My first ever finished fic 🥹 And the first to get completed in a relatively short time. Yes, a week is a short time for me. And happy holidays to y’all, this is gonna be the last fic in this year so expect only shitposts from me from now on lmao.

Likes and reblogs are greatly appreciated <33

Minors do not interact or else I'm gonna go apeshit, also a seperate warning for heavy dark content as usual. If there's anything mentioned in the tags that you're not comfortable with, this is not your fic.

Many sorcerers envy the title of special grade. Yuta thinks these people deserve a separate Naraka in Hell. They don’t realize the immense responsibility, they can’t fathom the challenges, the danger of the missions. The threat those curses pose. They only care about the power he carries.

During today’s mission, Yuta realized he’s not entirely an unstoppable force. Even someone like him is weak to certain fighting styles, he can’t counter everything with his wide range of copied techniques. This curse’s grade was well deserved. Whenever the katana slashed deep into it’s skin, a strange kind of gas was emitted from the wounds. Though he eventually exorcised the curse, he did breathe in the weird, sweet-smelling substance. The scent was hard to resist, it felt like the perfect mixture of all his favorite smells, inviting and comforting. However, he trusted his body to withstand the temptation, reinforced to near perfection with cursed energy and the usage of reversed cursed technique.

There was no problem until he finished reporting back to the higher ups and was on the way home. Maybe it was just the fatigue, the late summer heat, the humidity of the night but something made him feel weird. Almost sick. A thin veil of sweat glistened on his skin, his cheeks, ears and upper body were flushed. His chest was heaving, a burning, aching sensation tormented him between his legs, throbbing with a synced rhythm to his heartbeat. All his thoughts narrowed down to one single, inherently primal thing. A need. A hunger.

Shame and confusion swelled inside his chest. How can he lose his composure? How can he want it so badly? If he wasn’t so wired for monogamy, he would have fucked anyone who moved. And with every passing minute the feeling was getting worse. Descending slowly to the brink of madness. Hell, he was close to wheezing and growling like a rabid dog. He already had no patience to find the right key to the door. He could break that shit, he definitely could. He had no idea why, but he could stop himself from doing that. Maybe the insane price to get it fixed.

But the comfort of his home isn’t helping him. He can’t calm down, he can’t unwind. On the contrary, everything intensifies the strange urge in him to act territorial. But it’s only natural when he grew up feeling like he didn’t have anything he could call his own, whether it’s a material possession or a person. Every comprehensible thought vanished from his head. Leaving only the instincts. The need to claim. He immediately goes to the bedroom, not even bothering to have a quick shower or a light meal.

He gazes at your sleeping form, unknowing and peaceful. Innocent and vulnerable like a newborn lamb and he’s… he wouldn’t compare himself to a wolf, he’s a more vicious predator than that, all starved and keen on capturing its prey. Your limbs are thrown in every direction on the mattress, a thin, silk blanket barely concealing your body, but you’re hugging a some of it to your chest. Like you’re missing him, finding solace in the way the material is touching you. The windows are wide open, hoping that the night air can cool you down.

Yuta caught himself almost drooling at the sight. He can’t stop himself, he can’t fight the shameless thoughts plaguing him. The need, the want is stronger than what he deems right in the moment. His steps are quiet, that part of the floor that normally creaks is now completely silent. He looms over you, like a sinful, ungodly spirit, your very own kanashibari that’s bound to you. His weight is pressing down on the mattress ever so slightly, caging your form between his arms. He breathes in the smell of your freshly showered skin. A mixture of heady vanilla, milk and honey. He mindlessly licks a stripe up your thigh, wanting to taste you, to bite you, to tear out a big chunk of your flesh with his teeth to satisfy this torturous hunger he feels for you. More than anything he wants to devour you. Completely. Have you all for himself. The thought alone makes his dick so hard it’s outright painful.

He ascends towards your hips, leaving soft yet wet kisses that make you twitch in your sleep. Yuta swears that he’s more sensitive to all stimuli, his senses are working at their maximum capacity. He’s able to feel every morsel, every particle of you. The soft peach fuzz, the bumps, the ridges of your stretch marks, their pearl-like glistening texture flowing on the surface of your skin like a river. The material of your shorts, loose and thin, he can feel the seams on the band of your underwear through the fabric. Where the bones bend, where flesh folds. Your smell. Not just from the shower gel and the laundry detergent but your natural scent, so strong he believes it’s some kind of weird pheromone that’s driving him wild. To the point he almost considers nudging his nose between your legs, just like dogs do when they smell blood there.

Maybe it’s not entirely wrong to claim you this way. He can spare you from this more primal side of him, you won’t get to see it and despise him for it. It’s enough if he deals with the shame alone, self-deprecation is his ultimate talent afterall. But that can wait until after he finished soothing this excruciating itch. Because now the last remnant of his resolve goes out the window.

He pulls up your shirt all the way up to your chest. His shirt to be exact. It makes his heart flutter, a piece of him enveloping you, makes the boundaries between your sense of selves blend and blur. The thought of you using his stuff as your own feels so right, so promising.

He practically glues his face to the expanse of your stomach. The flesh is so soft between his teeth, feels so good to bite on it, so easy to suck on it until the skin turns a deep purple.

And maybe… maybe he can lower his crotch onto your knees. Just a little. Just for a little friction…

You stir, opening your eyes slowly, tiredness and confusion are still heavy on your expression. And then you feel teeth nipping at your stomach, fingers digging into the dips of your hips firmly, some wetness here and there along your leg.

Your first response is fear.

You start to squirm and fuss, kicking your legs up in the air, not even thinking about who’s doing this to you until Yuta grips your shoulders and pushes you back into the sheets, keeping you still by the weight of his own body, shushing you. You can feel his nails penetrating the skin, branding the crescent Moon itself into your flesh.

“It’s me, don’t panic.”

You’d recognize this voice anywhere, but you blinked a few times just to clear your vision. The striking white of his coat is easy to spot, even in the dimly lit darkness of the room.

“Yuta…?”

Your voice is an ode, a blessing. Even when it’s hoarse and faint after waking up. He bends down and kisses your temple, nuzzling into your hairline, breathing in your scent. His body feels oddly warm, almost overly so, radiating through you. Through your spine, to the very center of your being and that’s when you notice that you’re a little bit… hot and bothered. What has he done to you while you were asleep?

“I’m so sorry…” he whispers an apology. But his voice is just… it’s like his mind is not entirely here. Something is hurting him and he’s trying to conceal it. Barely. You can hear his voice is hitched from the deep breath he takes, in a futile affort to calm himself. “Have you been sleeping for long?”

He asks you for the sake of it, there’s no genuine interest behind it. Even if you were sleeping for hours, it wouldn’t stop him. He couldn’t stop. He genuinely feels like he’ll die if he can’t get it out of his system. He snuggles his face into the crook of your neck, listening to the rhythm of life coursing through your veins. The thought of puncturing your jugular with his teeth is so irresistible. He must do it… It’ll drive him insane if he won’t.

“N-not really.” your answer is weak, all your strength is used to move your arm freely, trying to locate your phone on the bedside table. The light coming from the screen almost blinds you as you’re checking the time. “I went to bed about… half an hour ago.”

He dips his fingers right into the hollow dips between your ribs, he kneads the skin in a way that has his nails slightly scratching you. And then you realize that you’re almost entirely topless.

He traps your earlobe with his teeth, sucking on the soft tissue.

“Y-Yuta…” your voice is more reprimanding that you want it to be. But your patience is starting to run thin. You want to know what the fuck is wrong with him, he never did anything like this before. Even if he’s horny as hell he would ask for your permission because that’s the way he is.

Instead of giving you an answer he bites your neck. Hard. It hurts, it makes you yelp. Shit, that’s gonna leave a mark. And he growls, just like a wild animal.

You squirm, you jolt, trying to get away from the source of your pain with a prolonged hiss. Only one hand of his is enough to stop you from fussing while the other fondles your chest. Your nipple is caught between his fingers, he twists it slightly. You can’t see it getting red, hard and swollen. His moves are awkward and tactless, but somehow they help with soothing the sharp pain in your neck. Your tensed body eases up a little.

He kicks the inner side of your knee with his own, creating a little space in between them, then forces your legs apart with one smooth movement. As he tries to settle right under your core, you feel him brushing the apex of your thigh.

He’s so painfully hard.

You’re sure he can read the instinctual reactions of your body. The rush of adrenaline, your pulse, how your heart is almost breaking your ribs with every beat. You’re getting more and more aware of your surroundings because you have no idea what will happen to you. He pins your wrists down on the bed. He doesn’t want you to escape.

What has gotten into him? Where’s your shy and gentle man, your sweet little angel? The one who needs so much guidance, who gets so awkward about his lack of experience compared to you. The one you need to encourage to talk about what he likes since you won’t judge him for it. Well, angels shouldn’t be benevolent and sweet, right? They’re the soldiers of god after all. And the depth of his psyche is still very much a mystery to you…

“I don’t want to hurt you… I just need you.”

He has no control over his own thoughts, everything on his mind gets blabbered out. Not just that he needs you, but that he wants to fuck you (he rarely uses that word so you’re even more baffled), that he wants to eat you up, bite for bite, digest you so nobody else can have you.

It sounds devoted yet utterly terrifying.

“You’re-“

He’s scary. Well, you knew this prior to crawling into his life. What people thought about him, one rumor more unhinged than the other and you have no idea how much truth there was to them. Everyone has some sort of admiration, respect for him or repulsion of him. You just tend to forget sometimes, how malicious his cursed energy feels, how his eyes never reflect the light, looking outright dead. But it’s all so contradictory to his personality… you know that you’re dear to him, he’s willing to risk everything for his friends, he’s so starved for connection, to carve himself a place within people’s hearts. You blamed the whole phenomenon on Rika. And you took pride in yourself, for taming a monster.

“I feel so…” he suspires, trying his best to contain himself. “… weird.”

And he’s a kind monster indeed, even now, controlling his impulses as he humps your thigh like a feral dog.

“I don’t know if I’m able to hold back, so I need to know….”

His voice is desperate, almost a plea. He’s afraid of himself too. With the last bit of his sanity, he wants to make sure that it’s alright for you, whatever he has in store for you.

You don’t protest.

His lips crash into yours in a violent, hungry kiss. Your teeth clang together, he shoves his entire tongue in your mouth. He grabs the hem of your shorts, peeling off anything that covers you below the waist. You hear the fabric tear. It’s the same with his own clothes too, in a few blinks of your eyes he’s already stark naked.

He takes your hand, pulls it towards him, you can feel him in your palm. So hot, hard and swollen to the touch. He closes your fingers around him and his hips start moving back and forth, fucking himself into your grip. You smear the precum along his length with your fingertips, squeezing lightly when you feel the base. It has him moaning, breathily, more vocal than he usually is. He’s so sensitive, his pace quickens and his voice is thinner, almost like a whimper.

And he groans. Unexpectedly. It bursts deep from his throat. You feel his cum pooling in your palm. Though you may be surprised, you don’t make a big deal about it. You search for tissues on the bedside table to clean your hand like nothing happened.

“Feelin’ okay?”

Your voice is calming, tender, it warms his heart but the mere sight of his cum on your hand makes the blood rush to his dick again.

You sit up to caress his face. You open your mouth to question him, but he won’t let you start your aftercare routine.

“It’s… not enough.”

He grabs your thigh, hooking your leg over his shoulder, giving him better access to your naked core. Your back falls onto the mattress again.

“I’ll take care of you.”

It’s a promise, you’re sure of it.

His fingertips sink into your folds, relief ripples through him when he finds them already wet. He goes all out on you, his thumb circles your clit and two fingers dip in at your entrance, waiting to loosen you up so they can be pushed inside. His nails gently caress your inner thigh, it’s a tickling sensation, goosebumps dot your skin, a sigh dies on your lips. Treating it as a sign, his fingers start stretching your walls. They curl and curl inside you to the point of the cold band of his ring touching your folds, your essence soiling the stainless metal. The symbol of the haunting spirit of his first love. Childish love that it is, unserious, all just a game. The promises… the word forever holds no weight. Or maybe it does but they have no idea how hard it is to maintain those vows.

Can you ever compare to Rika in his eyes? Have the same effect over him? You don’t dare to talk about it just yet. No, the nature of your relationship is not the same. Childhood love is not like adult love, you just want some reassurance. You want to feel important.

And your reassurance is soaking that wretched finger with your juices. Make that wretched ring yours. He spreads his fingers inside you, scissoring you apart, eagerly working to prepare you. You’re holding onto the sheets and the pillows desperately, your body feels so volatile you might as well float away.

When he pulls out you feel hollow, incomplete. But he won’t keep you waiting long. The head of his cock feels like salvation. Scorching hot and wet with the mixed arousal. And he completes you with one smooth thrust. You’re whole, fulfilled, a merged existence worth suffering over. He’s throbbing deep within your walls, pulsating through your nerves. You can’t tell if the noise coming out of him is a moan, a whine, or a growl, you only know that it’s bordering on bestial. Filled with need, an ache, coupled with something beyond your comprehension.

He drills into you, there’s so much strength and resilience in him, it almost makes you scared. But something else also swells inside your chest. An unknown kind of excitement, a thrill, it makes you feverish, wired. The dissonance between his absolutely feral state and the fact that he’d never hurt you. Or maybe he would, in a way that you’d like it. Nobody could bite through your throat with such force that your windpipe breaks, only him, him and no one else.

He holds you at the back of your pelvic bone, lifts you up in an utterly perfect angle. You mewl him that it feels so good, so perfect, so raw. You love this feeling so much. You get completely lost and immersed in it.

“…it?”

His voice is faint yet his broken self-worth shines through it. Poor soul… You didn’t pay attention to his most important desire. He’s a parasite living off of your kind words, but nothing can make him as blissful as knowing you love him, despite everything he despises about himself. And you’ll feed him. Prove it to him that he matters more than the things he does to you.

“Oh Yuta, my sweet…” the rest of the sentence gets stuck in your throat as you open your arms and he crashes into your embrace like a lost, lonely puppy. You hug him tightly, brushing through his locks with a free hand. The sweat makes the strands stick together. “Of course I love you, don’t be silly.”

He might as well have been a puppy in his previous life. And now your words eased his guilt about his temporary condition. He gained your forgiveness.

What he does next is much more instinctual. He folds you in half, where your knees bend, is pressed right against his traps, your heels graze the middle of his back. Now his thrusts have weight, uncovering spots that even you had no idea that existed inside of you. Tears of joy prickle in your eyes, calling upon whatever deity’s name you can think of, off the top of your head. You can swear his pace increases at the sight. It’s so intense a broken cry erupts from your throat.

He thrusts right into a sweet spot, which has you melting and trembling. Please is the only word your lips can form. At this point, you couldn’t care less about the lewd sounds of your skin slapping together or the squelching noises that make the whole act sloppy, shameless and primal, you only want to reach your peak, and you’re not far from it as you’re clenching around him with a rhythm that you have no control over.

It crashes, it ruptures, sudden, sharp and hot like an electric spark. A scream empties your lungs, but Yuta muffles it with sealing his mouth onto yours. You feel yourself getting filled as you’re convulsing around his length.

After he fucks you through your orgasm you feel yourself shaking, your whole body is limp, numb, drifting slowly to sleep. You’re both soaked in sweat, your bodies stick together but there’s a need to bond further in each other’s embrace. You plant a kiss between his locks, praising him, telling him you love him. Satisfaction clouds your mind, like a soft, pillowy pink mist.

However, his cock is still not soft.

“I have no idea what has gotten into you.” you tell him, marveling, as you’re still catching on your breath. “I like it though, but you owe me an explanation.”

He handles you gently, like you’re some precious thing, made from glass, fragile. Your body is like a ragdoll’s, he has you lying on your stomach, lazily, flatly, you might as well fuse together with the mattress. Calloused fingers are drawing nonfigurative shapes on your shoulder blades.

“I’ll tell you right after we finish.”

Your blood runs cold for a moment.

“Again? Yuta, for the love of god I’m exhausted.” you whine.

He apologetically kisses your spine.

“Just this one, okay? Please? I’ll do all the work, I’ll make it quick. You only need to relax, you can sleep even.”

You want to tell him that sounds a little bit creepy, but you don’t have the strength to talk. He kisses the two shallow dimples right above your tailbone. His gaze lingers on your folds, admiring how red and swollen you are.

“If you manage to make me cum again, you deserve a fucking award.” you comment, face nuzzled into the pillow, your voice is obviously snarky.

You can feel teeth sinking into the flesh of your asscheek. The mark that is burning on your neck found it’s pair. He presses down your overly sensitive clit with his thumb, balancing the pain out with pleasure. But it gets overstimulated so easily, you feel the need to bite the pillow.

You brace yourself with a deep breath through your nose. You’re going to pay him back next time, you promise yourself that you’ll make a begging, crying mess out of him, and the thought makes you chuckle.

#jjk #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk smut #yuta okkotsu x reader #okkotsu yuta x reader #okkotsu yuuta x reader #do not perceive me please idk how I came up with the whole cannibalcore pipeline #yuta okkotsu x you #jjk x reader #meesa writes

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ch3rriiii-bunn · 11 months

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Being a maid in the house of kokushibo and yoriichi and serve them nicely. (yk what i meant 18+. Also female bodied reader)

Personal maid <3

GOD THIS PICTURE LMFAOOO also I'm using human kokushibo (michikatsu) for this if they have a maid to themselves

Part two: Here!!!

Warnings: Fem!reader, reader is a maid, human kokushibo (michikatsu), hard dom michikatsu, pleasure dom yoriichi, cum, humiliation kink(?), spanking, rough fucking, choking, mention of 3some

Michikatsu

Michikatsu, who takes joy in having you, the Tsugikuni twins personal maid to satisfy his needs after a long day of being a samurai.

Michikatsu who approached you directly on what to expect, being his and his brothers personal maid, even if their father informed you already. He's not as affectionate, but he makes sure to get to know you and what you're comfortable so you and him can do things smoothly without trouble.

Michikatsu who trained your throat so you know how to suck his cock right when he gets home from a hard day. When he comes out the shower and sits in front of you, man spreading, you already know what to do.

Michikatsu feels the most relived after cumming from oral. Your lips wrapped around his tip and sucking it, bobbing your head and your hand jerking him off is rhythm. "That's it" he groans letting his head fall back and grabbing a fist full of your hair "I'm going to cum, make sure to swallow it all. Don't let a single drop leak out to get me dirty after I use showerd, " he said and pushes your head down to take more of his cock.

Michikatsu, who gave you rules on what to do for him. One of them is not wear panties under your kimono, that way it makes easier for him to fuck you when he gets home. Whenever he walks by you around the house, he'll grab your ass to check, but if he grabs your ass and he feels you've got panties on, he'll punish you afterward.

Michikatsu, who bends you over lap, lifting your kimono to expose your ass and spanks you, making you count out loud. "I'm sorry master! I'm sorry, " you whine, hugging his musclar thigh, feeling the stings from each of his spanks. "Are you really? This is the 5th time you've disobeyed me." he said, moving your panties to the side and chuckles, "but you like being a brat just so I can punish you. Just look at this mess" he said as his fingers played with your leaking pussy. He wasnt wrong though, you did like it, almost love even.

Michikatsu who fucks you rough to relief him of stress. He fuck you in missionary to have the most control and having his hand always makes it up to your throat, squeezing it. "Is this too tight?" He'll always ask while fucking you hard, making his skin clap agiants your and all you could do is shake your head, holding onto his wrist while you let out breaking moans. "Too dumb on my cock to answer with words mm. But I like that face. I can't help but think you're always this excited for me to fuck you like a stupid whore"

Michikatsu, who's good with his pull out game. Just when he's about to cum hell pull out, cumming on your pussy, in your mouth or if he's in a good mood and you've cum on his cock like your told too then he'll cum inside you.

Michikatsu's aftercare is always a "thank you" or a "good job." He's not the best with comforting words, but he always asks if you're ok physically and mentally after sex. If you say you're fine to head to the bath by yourself after a rough fucking session he will carry you to the bath and he makes sure you've gotten to your room safely.

Yoriichi

Yoriichi is calm. More clam than his twin, but you underestimated his sex drive just because of how calm he is. After coming back home from God, he knows where he'll always come back, wanting to have you all to himself, even if it ment bumping heads with his twin with needing you more.

Yoriichi, who isn't afraid to play with you in public and eats your pussy for his own pleasure. He has you up against the wall. His head between your legs, licking and sucking on your clit with his fingers deep inside you. "M-master yoriichi, please," you whispered as your hand griped onto his hair. "A samurai could turn around this corner any minute- f-fuck" you cover your mouth to surpress your moans. He only moans in response on your clit while stroking his hard cock.

Yoriichi who likes to over stimulate your clit by trying to make you cum as many times as he can. When is he done making you cum from his tounge he'll rub his tip on your clit. "So pretty. You're leaking so much for me..." he said, slipping his tip between your wet folds, catching your slick, and pushing onto his tip inside your hole, in and completely out.

Yoriichi, who can't help but smile when you beg for him. "I'm sorry, I've been making you cum so much you've had nothing to clench on. Here you go" he whispers in your ear and moans once he's slides inside you slowly. "You're so tight. Don't hide your pretty moans from me. Let me hear you when you cum for me."

Yoriichi likes to fuck you in missionary but its different from how michikatsu would do. He always makes sure to put a pillow underneath your lower body to penetrate you deeper than normal and make it more pleasurable for you. "M-master, please~ oh gosh. I'm suppose to be taking care of you here" you moan out, yoriichi slamming into you roughly and him leaning forward to suck on your nipples "you're doing more then enough to help me, haa soo good for me. Seeing you like this and your pussy squeezing me from how good it feels is enough for me."

Yoriichi who likes to press his hand down gently on your abdomen gently when you let him know you're close. "Squirt for me. I know you can do it, you're such a good girl" he said and kisses your jawline "your getting so wet for me" his free hand starts to rub at your clit "ill fill you up just how you like it if you squirt on my cock"

Yoriichi is very wholesome with the aftercare to you. After a bath, he gives you a massage in your room, making sure you're not tensed or hurt anywhere. Sometimes, yoriichi will sleep in your room since he does like the comfort you give him

Bonus

During a samurai meeting, the Tsugikuni twins would often sit in the far back request their personal maid to sit between them after you've brought them tea. Their father found it foolish how clingy they've become to you but always brushed it off.

Yoriichi is the frist to make a move by grabbing your thigh and slowly grabbing the inner part of your thigh. You keep your head straight along with the twist yet your body heating up once you feel Yoriichi fingers brush on your pussy and then michikatsu starting to grab at your ass.

Yoriichi gets his fingers to start rubbing your clit in circles through your panties making you bite down on your lip to not make a sound while the meeting is going on. You wiggle slightly making michikatsu chuckle lowly while he moves his hand from your ass.

Michikatsu puts two fingers in his mouth to lubricant them without anyone noticing and leans closer to your ear "don't a sound" he said parting your thighs open more to slide his fingers in making you gasp and quickly covering your mouth. "Shhh, not so loud now. We don't want to be found out" yoriichi whispered and moaned in your ear "I can feel your clit throbbing for us already" he said as his other hand cups your boob and playing with your hard nipple through your kimono with his fingers.

Michikatsu smirks and finger fucks you faster, hearing the sounds of your wet pussy and watches you cover your mouth desperately to hide your moans. "Be of service to us and stroke our cock" he said and your hands reach over, exposing your cocks and beginning to jerk them off.

Yoriichi's head falls onto your shoulder as he felt your warm hard wrapped around his cock and rubs your clit faster. Michikatsu bites your ear softly "fuck you're being so good" his voices became raspy trying to stay quiet himself. "If you cum for us you'll get two cocks stuffed I'm you as a reward. How dose that sound, y/n?"

"I-id love that," you whispered back. "I'll be a good girl, don't worry~"

#demon slayer smut #kny smut #yoriichi smut #yoriichi x reader #kokushibo x reader #kokushibo smut #michikatsu x reader #michikatsu smut #kny michikatsu

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diorcities · 16 days

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thinking about jisung getting absolutely carried away when he’s taking u from behind. ur face slowly getting closer to the kitchen counter as he keeps subconsciously bending u over lower and lower, testing out every possible angle he can until finally he thrusts in a way that has the both of u moaning out loud. the way u clench around his dick has him biting his lip, trying not to cum so early. jisung has one hand glued to the curve of ur waist to hold u down whilst the other runs up and down ur side, groping ur ass every so often. he continues rutting into u and his intense and consistent rhythm causes desperate pleas to escape ur mouth. ur hips also grinding against his to chase ur near orgasm. he leans forward, his chest meeting ur back, and nestles his face in the crook of ur neck. one of his hands comes up to grope ur chest, the other sliding down to rub ur clit. jisung lightly bites down on ur shoulder and whispers for u to cum around his cock and ur body easily obeys his orders. the pretty sounds coming from u encourages him to thrust into u even faster, desperate to chase his own high. he can see tears forming in ur eyes and hears the whimpers due to the overstimulation of him still thrusting in u but he can’t stop, it’s like u were perfectly made and molded just for him, it’s driving him insane. he could cum then and there but he’s trying to prolong it, forcing ur hips to continue grinding against him, seeing as u no longer had energy to do it urself. another loud moan leaves ur lips when he hits a certain spot and that pushes him over the edge. he can physically feel how full u are, his cum mixing with urs inside of u. jisung pulls out and he spins u around to face him, before quickly placing u to sit on the counter. he watches as the heavy mixture of ur orgasms leak out of u, slightly dripping onto the counter. ur eyes plead with him for a small break, hoping to at least catch ur breath and calm ur body for ten mins, but the smirk along with the glint in his eyes as he brings his face closer to ur pretty pussy tells u he’s not ready to stop yet.

a jisung hard hour bc ur one of the few jisung smut enthusiasts on here i swear :> love ur works !!

i love the way your mind works, this is so hot!!?%# i truly feel that jisung loves to hear you moaning and whining, turning you into a mess of hissing and gasping when he picks up the pace, so enraptured by him. i can also imagine him being into dacryphilia, he swears you make the prettiest sounds when he keeps penetrating you without giving you a break to recover from your orgasm. he can't take his eyes off you and your tormented grimace, your body shuddering before your hand shoots into his flexed forearm to beg him to slow down, while your head heavy and dense lolls forward, hearing his loud moans from feeling you clench and pulse around him.

ty 🫂 i don't have anything else to add because you literally left me speechless w that one, like you're so good w words i was gasping the whole time ♡ there aren't enough!! which is totally crazy to me. what i think is that you should join the club :)

#letters to anon #nct dream smut #park jisung smut #nct jisung smut #jisung smut #park jisung hard hours #♡jisung

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nisuna · 4 months

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After learning that Gojo has been sealed, Nanami goes to fuck his wife🤭🫦

Hi hello~

This one's quite angsty. I hope that's alright. It just fit the mood of the request 😭 also I haven't read much with Nanami, so I hope I did him justice, please lmk!! But anyway, I hope you enjoy

Thank you for your Take ^^

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MDNI Strictly 18+ 1.9k words

TW: angst, body worship, unprotected sex, wife!reader, breeding, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, oral (f receiving), mentions of pregnancy, you have a child together at the end!

Gojo Satoru has been sealed. Now, it's only a matter of time. After hearing the news from Yuji, Nanami's first thought was of you at home alone. What if something happened to you as well? Instincts kicked in as he rushed back home. As soon as he arrived, he was a sweaty huffing mess. His hands were shaking as he grabbed the keys and twisted the door knob open. When he first entered, he was greeted by utter silence. It made his heart drop. As soon as he closed the door and took off his shoes, he went in to look for you. He eventually found you humming in the kitchen and as soon as he saw you, he pulled you into a tight embrace.

"Kento, what's gotten into you-?" you giggled as he almost crushed you with his embrace.

"Please let me make you feel good. That way you'll never forget me in case something happens."

"What do you mean if something happens?!" you tried to push at his chest to look him in the face, "Kento you're scaring me."

He let out a sigh squeezing you tighter. "Gojo-san has been sealed."

"Sealed? What does that even mean?

"The strongest has been sealed, so it's only a matter of time until they get everyone else as well."

"But that doesn't matter right now, just let me love you like it's our last."

"No! You can't just drop that and mh-" he muffled your protest with crashing his lips against yours.

You tried to resist at first but soon melted into the kiss as he ran his hands over every part of your body, finally settling for your ass and picking you up in the process. Never once did his lips leave you as he carried you to your shared bedroom.

He was gentle when he put you down, already pulling your night gown over your stomach and hooking his fingers in your panties. You were too out of breath to protest, lifting your hips to help him drag them down your legs. When he finally threw them on the floor, he brought his face closer to your core, inhaling your scent and spreading you wide with his long fingers making you gasp and cover your mouth.

"Don't." he whispered, "I want to hear all of you. Please."

You nodded and didn't hold back when he finally put his mouth on you, occasionally bumping his nose against your clit when he went to dip his tongue in your dripping heat. You've been married for a few years now and this definitely wasn't the first time he ate you out but he was just so intense tonight it felt overwhealming. Drawn out moans and huffs left your mouth as he slid two of his thick fingers in, sucking on your clit.

And with just the right curl of his fingers, he made your back arch off the bed. For a moment, he pulled away from you but still kept a steady rhythm continuing to hit your spongy spot. "This spot always gets you right?" he smiled, leaning his cheek agains your thigh and kissing it. After all these years, he still managed to give you butterflies.

"Mhm, feels good, please keep going," you mewled toes curling. With a chuckle and a quick bite to your thigh, he hoisted your legs over his broad shoulders and dove back in. Your moans grew in volume as he switched between sucking and licking at your sensitive nub. On instinct, as you felt yourself get close, your hands found their way to his blond locks and pulling on them, which made him let out a deep groan. As he continued to work you open with his fingers you mewled. "Oh please don't stop I'm close I'm gonna-" you felt him nod against you as you squeezed his face with your thighs pulling hard on his scalp while cumming all over his face. He licked you through your high as you let out high pitched moans, legs shaking from overstimulation.

As you tried to push his face away, he squeezed your thighs, prying them back open and pulling you closer. "No, not enough. Give me one more. Please, I know you can do it." You were about to whine about it being too much only to get the wind knocked out of your lungs when he plunged his fingers back inside.

"W-wait ah- 's too much I." and with a meticulous swipe of his tongue, he made your eyes roll back and mouth fall open in a silent scream.

"Good, such a good girl, my beautiful wife. You're doing so well." he kissed your thigh, going back to suck on your clit. You were a huffing, sweaty mess but the overstimulation soon turned into immense pleasure as you felt yourself tip over the edge again.

With a scream of his name, your back arched off the bed as your slick dripped down his chin. While he licked you clean, you finally pulled yourself away, breathing heavily. He had a proud smile on his face as he began kissing up your body, finally pulling your night gown over your head and settling his lips between your breasts. You hugged his head tightly as he laid his ear on your chest, listening to your heartbeat.

"That was amazing," you whispered, patting his soft hair, "Let me make you feel good too. It's my turn-" "No", he interrupted, "today's all about you. So please wait. Let me stay like this. ...just a little longer.", his voice trembled as he squeezed you tighter.

"Kento, baby. It's gonna be alright. Nothing will happen to you I'm sure-"

"You can't know for sure. Anything can happen."

"No please don't say that." you begged, lifting his head off your chest to look at him.

"It's going to be alright. You're here with me. You don't have to leave." you smiled, pulling him up for a gentle kiss. He deepened the kiss, beginning to unbutton his shirt and discarding it. Then, he went to unbuckle his pants. You smiled as you tried to go get a condom from the nightstand, only to be stopped by him.

"What are you doing?", you questioned him.

"Is it okay if we do it without?"

"But I think I'm-"

"Please, I can't promise that I won't have to leave. But I know how to leave you a reminder of me."

You let him continue as he kissed up your neck. "If something happens to me, you'll always have a piece of me."

"But I'm sure nothing will happen to you, are you sure? Are we ready-?"

"I want you to be the mother of my child." he said with a determined look on his face. You didn't have it in you to deny him so you only nodded pulling him in for a kiss as he went to stroke his cock.

"Are you ready?" he questioned, already prodding his cock at your entrance. As soon as you gave him the okay he pushed in. Both of you let out a drawn out moan. It wasn't the first time having raw sex, but today just felt overwhealmingly intimate. You started trembling, gripping onto his biceps as ypu adjusted to his size. "I'm fine please move, please."

He didn't waste time as he leaned down, capturing your lips in a kis as he started to roll his hips. His usually controlled percise thrusts were sloppy and filled with desperation. Deep groans left his mouth as he got worked up. Your high-pitched mewls and drawn-out moans spurring him on even more.

"I love you so much. My beautiful wife, the love of my life."

"I love you too, so so much. More than anything. So please don't leave, don't leave me alone. I need you.", your eyes filled with tears as the gravity of the situation started to sink in.

"I never want to leave. You are my wife, and I am responsible for your safety. I'll do anything to protect you." he whispered, lifting one of your legs over his shoulder, deepening the angle he was grinding into you.

"Who's going to protect me when you're gone. I'll never forgive you if you leave me.", you sobbed as he leaned down to kiss your tears away. "Promise me you won't leave."

"You know I can't for sure."

"Pleaseee" desperately gripping at his shoulders as you moaned at a particularly hard thrust. So he finally gave in. "I promise, I will try my best." You nodded somewhat satisfied as his relentless hips kept hitting the sensitive spot inside of you.

"I want our child to grow up with both of us at their side." he nodded at your words, pecking your lips.

"I'm going to fill you up with my love, I'm going to mark you up so you'll never forget me. I'll stay with you forever. I'll come back for sure."

You felt relief come over you as his hand went between your bodies to rub thick circles into your clit. Moans and thank yous spilled from your mouth as you toppled over the edge only to be filled to the brim soon after. He kept moving throughout both of your orgasms and pulled you on top of him as he laid down on his back, still inside of you. You stayed like this, breathing in eachother's scents and exchanging gentle kisses throughout the night.

And as fate would have it, you did get pregnant. As time went on, the footsteps of a little blond rascal could be heard throughout your home. "Mama, mamaaa!" the little boy screamed excitedly, hugging your leg. You let out a giggle, picking him up. "What is it?" "I wanna go see Papa, pleaaase Mama can we go?"

"Sure, let's go see him right now," you smiled, kissing the top of his head and nuzzling your nose in his hair. "I bet he's waiting for us."

As you went to open the door, the boy shrieked excitedly. You smiled as you set him down. "You know what to do, right, sweetie?"

"Yes! I'm a big boy now!" he said, kneeling down and folding his hands. You smiled, kneeling down beside him and bowing your head.

"Papa, I missed you! I hope you're doing well. I hope you'll get better and come back soon! Mama's always soooo sad when you're out on missions." he huffed. As you listened to his excited words, you felt pride, but at the same time, you felt your heart sink. However, for the sake of the little boy next to you, you tried to hold back the tears that were threatening to spill and just smiled as you continued to speak after him.

"Hello, honey. I missed you, too. You'll come back right? You promised. So please hurry, wherever you are.", you spoke softly, finally looking up at the picture of your husband in front of the small shrine at your home.

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todomochi-uwu · 4 months

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Who. (4/?) J. Y & S. M

Pairing: Poly! Jeong Yunho x reader x Song Mingi

Genre: Angst, Smut

Warnings: This content is for a mature audience

Synopsis: You can't remember when was the last time you spent time with them, the last "I love you", the last time any of them kissed you.

Other chapters: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 5

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Green, blue and red lights light up the entire place, there´s so much noise you can barely hear Chan and Han over the music, and the smoke machines uncomfortably fill your lungs, but none of that is enough to keep your thoughts away from the ones your heart yearns for.

Yeah, the last couple of weeks had been better, you had stopped drowning in your tears and the insomnia that had accompanied you every night for the last weeks seemed to finally abandon your side, but their presence remained there, stuck to your head, leaching off your pain, as if it was determined to not let you forget. Were they okay? Had they moved on? Did they even care?

Your mind kept going back to simpler times, memories of what once had been the strongest relationship you had ever been in.

The bed was a mess, sheets ruffled next to the TV, clothes were scattered everywhere, pillows laid under your knees so you wouldn’t get hurt while you rode Mingi, hips moving up and down without rhythm, desperate to reach that sweet release, but every single time you were close Yunho grabbed your hips firmly stopping your movements.

“You are not allowed to cum baby, not until Mingi does first.” You tried to focus on the man in front of you, blush covering his cheeks, his mouth was barely opened, small moans and groans kept escaping out of his throat, eyes clouded with pleasure, his eyebrows furrowed every time you went down his cock, lips swollen and pink from all the kissing. Mingi was the most sinful image you had ever seen, and you were desperate to make him feel good.

“Please, please, Yunho, please let me cum.” You threw your head back, licking your lips, your knees were cramping, but stopping would be so much worse, “I’ve been a good girl.”

“No, I don’t care how good it feels, you are not allowed to cum.” His fingers traced a path down your body, caressing and massaging your neck, making their way through your breasts pinching your nipples and twisting them, next was your sternum, your stomach, till they finally ended in your core. Two of them framed Mingi’s cock while he was still inside you. “Come on, baby. You can do better than that, you are barely moving.” He took you by the chin with his other hand, straightening your view, “Don’t you want our Princess to feel good?”

Mingi’s eyes were covered in tears, his breathing heavy and his cheeks strawberry red, his hands grabbing your hips helping you move faster, “Please, love, please make me cum.” You couldn’t resist. No matter how much your thighs were crying, no matter how sore you’d be tomorrow, you were determined.

“Good job, baby. You are such a good girl.” Yunho whispered in your ear, while kissing your shoulders, leaving small bite marks on them.

And not so happy times.

Mingi’s phone was going crazy. Texts and calls from the office kept coming up, distracting him from the task he was currently performing. His head was in between your legs, his lips and tongue messily lapping up at your core, fingers hastily going and out of you; and physically he was there with you, mentally you knew he was only thinking about work. Your fiancé was usually so good at making you come with his mouth, but right now you barely even felt good, his tongue was not good enough knowing he wasn’t there with you.

“Mingi, please, they can wait for a little while.” You begged him, caressing his headlocks, trying to bring him back to you.

“Yeah, yeah, let’s just make this quick, I don’t want to piss off Jongho.” He was talking about it as if it was a chore, or another job, that did it for you.

You closed your legs and sat down immediately, pushing him away, “Never mind. Go and take care of whatever it is.” You put on your robe, leaving to go to the bathroom. He didn't even try to stop you.

There, you looked at yourself in the mirror, full-on makeup done, your hair styled and a set of lingerie (you had spent more than an hour trying to figure out how to put it on), you had outdone yourself so one of them would notice you, so one of them would want you like you wanted them, but of course, everything else was more important, more urgent. You felt your relationship hanging by a threat, and they had no clue.

You had been weak a couple of days ago, not being able to sleep, you decided to do something to appease the anxiety that had been running through your veins for hours.

“Hello?” A groggy voice responded from the other side.

You gulped down, already regretting your decision, “Hey, Hongjoong?”

You heard ruffling, and his voice got clearer, “Oh my god Y/n, is that you? Where are you? Are you okay?”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m okay, don’t worry. Um… listen, um…” You couldn’t bring yourself to ask, too scared of the way he might react.

“You want to know how they are doing, don't you?”

You stayed quiet, the lump in your throat made it impossible for anything to come out.

“Well, it took almost a week for us to know you had left, neither of them said anything until Jongho went to your apartment wanting to know why Mingi wasn’t answering his phone or showing up to work. But the first time I saw them they were a wreck, the house was a complete mess, both of them sleeping in different rooms, Yunho barely came home and Mingi wouldn’t leave it. They looked so sick I almost didn’t recognize them, pale, heavy eyebags, and the smell, ugh the smell.” He chuckled sadly, shaking his head at the thought, “I had never seen them like that.”

“You must hate me.” You whispered tears threatening to slip out of your eyes, but you wouldn’t let them, you were just so tired of that.

“At first, I was confused, I didn’t know what was happening or why, but they explained everything and I couldn’t blame you. I wasn’t happy to see them like that, but I knew you must not have been any better.”

“Yeah.”

…

“So, how’s Chan been?”

You stuttered not knowing what to say.

“Oh Y/n we’ve been friends since middle school, you think I wouldn't know? Hell, I don’t even know how it hasn’t crossed their mind, you always go back to Chan.”

“Nothing’s going on with him.”

“I never said it was.”

You pulled on the thin skin of your lips, tearing it apart, slowly the taste of iron covered your tongue; your heart was beating a thousand miles per second and you ran out of things to say. Hongjoong kept telling you about them, how things had been in their friend group, and everyone’s reactions, it didn’t do much to soothe your fragile muscle, but at least it was something.

“Sooner or later, you’ll have to face them, Y/n.”

“I don’t think I’m ready for that.”

A pair of fingers kept snapping in front of your face, Han called your name repeatedly, “Y/n, Y/n, oh my god Y/n,” Snap, snap, snap, “Jesus, Y/n snap out of it already.”

You shook your head, your eyes focusing on the cherry-checked boy. “I’m sorry, I was thinking about… work.”

His eyes narrowed, looking at you incredulously, “Yeah, sure, whatever you say babe. Chan went to the bar to get us some shots.”

“Great.”

“What's going on with you? An hour ago, you were so excited to go out, and now look at you.”

“It’s nothing Jisung…” He cut you off

“Oh, you can't fool me, Y/n. I know what you are thinking about, who you are thinking about. You need a distraction, something to help you move on.”

“Is not that easy.”

“I know, believe me I know, but maybe a little push will help you.”

“Help as in therapy?”

“Mmm, I was thinking for more like a good fuck.”

Your eyes widened, cheeks burning with shame, “Han, what the fuck?”

“Oh, as if you don’t miss getting dicked down, you went from two dicks to zero in a second, I can’t imagine being that starved.” He giggled taking a sip from his beer.

“I'm not having this conversation with you.” You pushed him away, shaking your head and laughing.

“Right, because you can tell me all about how Yunho’s dick is the biggest you’ve ever had or how Mingi’s head game is so good he almost made you pass out, but this is where you draw the line. Common Y/n, you are not doing anything wrong, you are a gorgeous, single woman, it’s only natural to get back into the game.”

A single woman. You haven’t been one in years. It felt so wrong to think of yourself as one, but it is what it is.

“How about Chan?”

You were taken back, not believing what came out of Jisung’s mouth. “You cannot be serious.”

“Why not? He’s hot, you guys used to do it all the time, it’s not like he’s a stranger.”

“Yeah, back in college, I haven’t looked at Chan in that way in years.”

“You are full of shit. You think I didn't see you back at his apartment? You were practically fucking him with your eyes, he looks good and you know it.”

Your cheeks got impossibly red, making your muscles hurt, “I did not…”

“You did, and that’s okay. Give yourself a chance, love. You never know what might happen.

The thought of actually doing it crossed your mind, could you do it? Could you let yourself into another's arms while someone else was on your mind?

Chan appeared with two handfuls of shot glasses, walking slowly towards your table, “I think I might have overestimated how much we can drink.”

“Oh, this is nothing, remember how much we used to drink back then? I don’t remember half the parties I went to.”

“I’m not sure that’s a good thing. Besides, we are older Hannie, I don’t think we can do it.” You said looking at all the alcohol in front of you.

“We can always try.” He said taking his first shot.

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“Han is your husband.”

“Yes Jeong, you were at our wedding against my will. What about it?” Minho’s eyes stayed firm on the road.

“I just can’t help but wonder how such a pure, innocent and gentle soul ended up with the devil?”

Minho grinned, shaking his head, “I like to think we balance each other out.” The car took a turn, “But I could ask you the same thing, what is the human embodiment of a cupcake doing with Dr Jeong biggest asshole in the neurology department Yunho, and well, Mingi.”

“Well, for one I'm not always an asshole,” Yunho chuckled, “and the rest was pure luck I guess.”

“I think she’d beg to differ.” The cat-eyed doctor looked at him for the first time since the ride started, “What happened anyways?

An uncomfortable silence filled the car, Yunho sighed and let his head rest against the car window.

“I got too much into my head, and so did Mingi. Work was killing me, bills began piling up and I couldn’t do much, so I started working double shifts, taking small jobs here and there. Mingi’s clients needed lots of things at the same time, they lost a case, I don’t know, I guess everything got too hectic too quickly. We would leave early in the morning, I wouldn’t come home for days, and Mingi would arrive late at night. We both were so stressed but couldn’t do anything about it, it bottled up.” His voice was cracking up, barely able to continue, “We just never stopped, we never noticed how badly we were neglecting her until it was too late.” He paused, letting out a sob, “One day, I came home, just a quick stop to take a shower and say hi, the second I stepped foot I knew something was wrong. She had taken all her things; her ring was right on the bed.” He shut his eyes, furrowing his eyebrows, remembering the scene, “My whole world came crashing down, Minho. I have never felt so much pain.”

“Yeah, been there done that.”

“What?” Yunho looked at him confused.

“You aren’t the only one who’s a workaholic.” Minho took a deep breath, “Back in college things between Han and me were not so good, we were always fighting, always so hostile and short with each other. I’ll admit it was mostly my fault, school got worse each day, I was struggling to keep my scholarship, my job at the café, Jisung; competing against you the entire time didn’t help.”

“Hey, man you did that to yourself, I showed up the first day of school and I already had a rival, and I’ll admit I liked the competition until you started being a real asshole to me and till this day I have yet to know why you hate me so much. At first, I thought it was because I’m just a better doctor, but…” He said with humour before Lee cut him off.

“You are not a better doctor than me, you dick.” The older doctor said, “I was taking the piss when we were students, it used to motivate me, but I didn’t hate you because of that, I just didn’t like you, but I don’t hate you.”

“Because…”

Minho gulped, was it his place to say it? “Back then…”

“Back then when Chan and Y/n were a thing?”

He furrowed his eyebrows, confused and shocked, “Wait, you knew about it?”

“Oh, it was obvious, Chan hated us the second he met us, I knew it wasn’t just a coincidence, also your husband tends to spill out his brain when he’s drunk.”

“Yeah, that’s Jisung for you.” He said while shaking his head and smiling, the thought of his drunk husband warmed his heart. “I almost lost him back then. One day, in the middle of a discussion, he told me he was done with my bullshit, he was tired of me taking him for granted and never being there. In the beginning, I thought it was just another argument, and that things would go back to normal in a couple of days, but after a week I knew I was wrong. I felt like an idiot for waiting an entire week, he didn’t want to see me, I tried everything, and even Y/n hated me, it took me months to gain back his trust. There were times when I thought I was just too little, too late, that he would never take me back, and thank god he did, I don’t know what I would have done if he didn’t.”

“Is that why you are helping us?”

“I don’t like you, Yunho, that I’ll admit, but I know you are not a bad guy, neither is the other guy, and I know you love her. I get what’s like to lose yourself and everything you have, in a second.”

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Your hips swayed at the rhythm of the music, you let yourself go and try to forget. You deserve it. Jisung was next to you, dancing drunkenly, giggling and saying a bunch of random stuff you could barely understand. One second you saw him pointing at something behind him and the next one he was gone. You were left alone with Christopher.

“Are you having a good time?” He whispered in your ear, dangerously close to you. When had he gotten so close?

“Yeah, are you?”

“I think I had too many shots.” He giggled. Yeah, he was so drunk.

“Me too.” You laughed along.

You kept dancing next to each other, occasionally getting pushed by the rest of the crown on the dance floor, with every step you came closer, and before you knew it, your chest pressed against his. Slowly move your hips against each other, his hands grabbed your hips, and your head rested against his skin. You didn’t dare look up, you knew what would happen and you didn’t know if you were ready for that, or even if your head was in the right place for that; yet, you still had an itch for it.

And as if Chan was reading your mind, he lifted your chin with his fingers, making you look him straight in the eyes. So many moments and memories flood your mind, blurred scenes of your “relationship” back in college, could you go back to that?

His face came closer, and his lips whispered your name against yours. And once again, you let yourself go.

Everything happened so quickly, that your head could not register what was going on. A hand had grabbed yours, pulling you roughly, making you crash into someone, Chan looked upset and confused. You turned around and saw him, his eyes were furious, you could see his lips moving but didn't understand anything that was coming out of them. Those lips that you had been missing for months, those eyes that appeared in your dreams again and again.

“Yunho?”

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kaciidubs · 5 months

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#LALALALA_Challenge

❣ Summary: Minho really wanted to see stays do the LALALALA challenge, so you decided to take a shot at it too. ❣ ❣ Word Count: 748 ❣ Warnings: Fluff, humor, reader can't dance, supportive bf! Minho, appearance of SoonieDoongieDori ❣ ❣ Female! Reader [No use of Y/N] | You/Your pronouns ❣ ❣ Additional Tags: Lee Know is referred to as Minho, Min, and Lee Minho, reader is referred to as kitten and darling, barely edited ❣ Stray Kids Masterlist ❣ General Masterlist

"Cross, down, cross, down... right- no, left? Left, right, left- up?!"

Groaning softly, you snatched your phone from it's propped position on the TV stand and swiped your thumb across the progress bar, watching the video rewind to the beginning of the tutorial yet again.

Was this your personal hell? Yes.

Were you determined to get this choreography down to impress your dancer boyfriend? Also yes.

You knew the exact moment your fate was sealed for the evening; stumbling across a clip of your boyfriend encouraging thousands of stays to learn the dance and participate in their comeback challenge - and who were you to shy away?

You were a stay, too, which meant you had all the right to attempt the challenge!

Now, if only you didn't have two left feet and the memory of a hamster, then maybe this challenge wouldn't have been so... challenging.

Listening to the extremely familiar song play through your phone again, you watched as the Instagram reel of Minho go on, eyes locked onto every calculated, practiced movement his body made to the rhythm of the song and the mental count of each step.

"Right, left, up-right, left, swing arms down..." A soft meow sounded behind you, the brief interruptions keeping you sane for the past 10 minutes of practicing. "Soonie, you'd think that dating him would give me some magical dance ability, right?"

Another meow, one that sounded oddly sassy, practically telling you that 'We both know that's not how it works'.

"You could've just humored me like Doongie, you know." You mumbled, watching as the clip continued onto the slowed down version of the tutorial, "Okay, let's do this!"

Propping your phone up again, you followed along with his mirrored arm movements, simulating the steps with your upper body as best as you could - you already foolishly attempted the full body test three times, and after nearly twisting your ankle, you decided half your body would suffice.

"Left arm block, chest explode- la, la, la, head nod- la, la, la, la-"

The chorus played out and you sighed heavily, arms sore and your once comfortable t-shirt feeling all too heavy - it had to have been attempt number four, maybe five, and you were finally getting familiar with the normal speed.

"Kitten."

"AH!"

Nearly jumping out of your skin, you spun around to see none other than the same person you were painstakingly following on your phone, watching you with amused eyes and a familiar brown cat nuzzled in his arms.

"Minho?! How long were you watching me?!"

"Long enough to see you miscount the same move three times and counting." He smirked, humor sparkling in his eyes, "You're close though, I'm proud."

Huffing, your crossed your arms over your chest, wincing at the slight strain in your right bicep, "You didn't think to, oh, I don't know, tell me you're home? Maybe even correct me?!"

He gave a few scratches to Dori's head before setting him down on the couch cushion, "I texted you that I was on my way home, you were the one who didn't respond! Plus, you were doing so well, I didn't want to ruin your focus!"

"In other words, you liked watching me mess up."

"It's like watching a child learn that they can move parts of their body in different directions at the same time."

You rolled your eyes, pouting as he pushed himself up from the couch and stride over to you; his hands winding your hips and holding you close.

"I meant it when I said I was proud of you, darling," he cooed, pressing a feather light kiss to your pout, watching your lips turn up slightly. "It doesn't matter if you were the worlds best dancer, or the ace of one step out of the whole song - I saw the effort you were putting into learning it and that's more than enough. I said I wanted to see stays learn and try it, I never said that it had to be perfect."

His soft words melted your heart, your body relaxing in his hold with a soft breath as you blinked up at him with soft eyes. "Can you help me fix where I keep messing up?"

Laughing gently, he nodded, "Of course - next, I'll help you put it together with the steps."

"You have way too much faith in me, Min."

"Or, maybe I want to see you look like a baby deer."

"I love you too, Lee Minho."

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l0v3tast3 · 9 months

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spring fever! — tf141 men

mw2 men helping catgirl!reader through her heat! (simon riley, john mactavish, kyle garrick, john price)

✎ tags: mdni! nsft, catgirl!reader, breeding kink, edging, overstimulation, oral, thigh-riding, praise kink, degradation, abuse of pet names, cockwarming, size kink, size difference, fluff mixed in <3

✎ word count: 2.3k words (not proofread)

✎ author's note: this is purely 100% self-indulgent because i can write whatever i want teehee :] ever since i realized i can just write the smut i want to read myself my life has improved significantly, also i am working on another one of these with phillip, alejandro and könig is anyone would wanna read that (o･ω･o)

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♡ simon riley — "don't act all shy now, love. weren't y'just begging me for this?" — simon isn't sure if you know what you're getting yourself into while you grind yourself down against his thigh, your juices already soaking through your underwear and quickly making a dark spot on his jeans. his resolve only lasts until you cum just from humping his leg. he has you folded into a mating press before long, your legs hooked over his elbows. — outside of your shared home, simon isn't much of a talker, but the sight of you absolutely brainless under him draws out the filthiest words from his mouth. "makin' such a fuckin' mess on my cock, y'gonna clean it up for me sweetheart? i know how much y'love when i fuck your mouth. or do you only want my cum stuffed into this little cunt? want me to put a baby in y'love? yeah? that's all you can think about right now, isn't it? all y'need is my cock inside you, such a good little whore f'me." — you should have known before you asked for his help that he would abuse the living hell out of your tail; how could he not when it's makes you cum nearly instantly? it doesn't take you long to learn that once he flips you over, you'll soon be an overstimulated mess. simon can't get enough of how you react when he pushes you to that point, clawing at the sheets to try to leverage yourself away from his onslaught and pushing your hips back against him to take more of his thick cock at the same time. your words get jumbled up and incoherent, broken little pleas choked out between moans and cries. eventually he'll slow down to shallow, drawn out rolls of his hips, laying his titan-sized body over yours and asking you what you want. when you keen and press up against him, whimpering his name and trying to push your hips into him again, he'll tell you that you're such a good girl for him and pick up the pace. — he won't edge you as much as he overstimulates you. simon edges you more as a "break", both for himself and for you. even with your heat making you able to take a lot more than what you usually can, he still knows not to push the limits of your body too far. so he'll make sure to tie your hands to the headboard and bury his fingers in your sopping wet pussy in a slow, languid rhythm and lave circles over your clit with his tongue, drawing away each time he feels you tightening up until you're sobbing. you beg him to fuck you and let you cum, trying as much as you can to move against the weight of his hand pressed against your stomach. once he's sure that just touching your clit would probably make you cum, simon finally relents. he'll graze his hands over your thighs, watching as your body twitches just from that. "'s alright love, i'll make you cum. so fuckin' sensitive, wish i could keep ya like this, all needy and sweet f'me," he says quietly, lining the head of his cock up with your dripping hole and bullying his cock in slow. he'll grip your waist tight enough to leave yet another set of bruises when you cum around him, fighting to not cum himself as he fucks you through your mind-shattering orgasm. — despite his roughness, simon will take care of you through all of it without a single (wholehearted) complaint. he'll grumble here and there, chastising you when you'd rather ride him than eat the food he's holding in front of you, but there's a hint of concern to it; simon loves you too much to hurt you or to see you get hurt, so he makes overly sure that all your needs (besides being fucked) are constantly met.

♡ john mactavish — "c'mon bonnie, if ya want my help then y'gotta ask nicely." — johnny loves you, every part of you, but one of the things that he especially loves is your heats. he relishes in the few days it lasts (rejoices on the rare occasion it lasts almost a week). your neediness, your dependency on him, the adoration and near-worship that you finally weren't too shy to show. he loved taking care of you, from bending you over every surface in your home and tugging on your overly-sensitive tail to make you cum fast to spoon-feeding you while you were semi-lucid. — he shows you the same love and worship as always, of course, but he can't help being a near-sadist most of the time. you're just so adorable like this, so pliant and always wanting more from him, anything and everything he would give you. it pulled out a different side of him. john was always a tease, almost always in control, but it was like your greed and lust became his too. "oh, i know bonnie, i know, i'll make ya cum, i promise." he, of course, breaks this promise until you're crying, choking out jumbled pleas for him to make you cum. every few times he pulls away just before you fall over the edge (which doesn't take long at all) he comes back up to be face-to-face with you and scratch and pet the ears sticking out from the top of your head. it just melts you, makes you so cooperative, so brainless and compliant. — when you're nearing your limit, about to pass out, johnny finally gets sweet. he'll give you whatever you ask for, smooth his hands over your overstimulated skin and fuck you slow. he sings you praises for how well you did and talks you through it before you slip into unconsciousness for a few hours, until your body wakes you up again (or his). "sweet lass, just one more for me- fuck, know you can do it. hah- doin' so good. you can, just a little more, i'll make it feel so- so good, bonnie. love y'so much like this, so cute, all f'me. ya gonna cum, sweetheart? fuck! ah, so tight around me, y'want my cum? yeah, good lass." — johnny doesn't leave your side until you're well past recovered; he'll take such good care of you, makes sure you drink excessive amounts of water, makes sure you eat plenty and washes your hair for you in the shower (he fucks you before he cleans you off). when you start waking up more sore than horny, he massages just about every muscle in your body, drags you into a hot bath, and swaddles you in a nest of his clothes and blankets and pillows to rest some more.

♡ kyle garrick — "fuck, slow down, pretty. gonna help you, swear it." — kyle is so sweet with you, kissing you softly and guiding you up and down on his cock after he makes you cum several times with his mouth and fingers. he's so gentle; he'll do his best to calm your frayed nerves, kissing you all over and rubbing his hands over every inch of your skin, whispering choked praises to you as he lets you use him. kyle indulges in your every desire, happily doing whatever you ask him for; he just can't say no to you when you're looking at him with teary, pleading eyes. — once he really gets going, kyle gets more rough with you, manhandling you into different positions so he can fuck his thick cock even deeper into your sopping pussy. he's still sweet with you, groaning out how good you are for him and how much he loves you like this, so needy for him while you're cumming for the umpteenth time that night. once he finally placates you for the time being, he hugs you tight against him as you're both passing out. — he doesn't have much need to make you more content by scratching at your fuzzy ears, but he still loves doing it just to see you melt, just to see your pretty lips spread into a dopey smile and feel you nudge into his hand. kyle doesn't abuse your tail much either; he'll only tug on it when you're being bratty, trying to sink your little fangs in too deep or trying to claw yourself away from the overstimulation before he's done with you. "c'mon baby, just one more for me, you're doin' so- fuck, so good- ahh, that's it pretty, you can take it, know y'can. i know, i- i know, 's okay baby, fuck- y'gonna cum? cum for me, c'mon-" you're both coming together, bodies locking up against each other as he fucks into you a few more times before he collapses next to you, cupping your face with his hands and kissing you all over. — kyle's so good at taking care of you, he loves that you trust him enough to let him be with you for your heat, and he doesn't take that for granted. he'll basically treat you like a goddess the entire time (as if he already didn't the rest of the time). he'll carry you everywhere, chuckling when you cling onto him and nuzzle your face into his neck. he cooks or orders whatever you want, puts your favorite salts and scents in the baths he eases you into (despite your many protests), gives you however much of his wardrobe you need for your makeshift nest. kyle is just so whipped for you, his smile always stretching wide every time he sees your tail curl up in joy because of something he does or says.

♡ john price — "it hurts, sweetheart? can't have that now, can we?" — john swears up and down that he tries his damndest to be gentle and slow and sweet with you. and he is... at first. when you clamber into his lap, pleading for his help while you kiss and nip at his neck, he'll pick you up effortlessly and take you to your shared bed within seconds. after that, it's only moments before he's stripped you down and is worshipping your body- partially because he loves every inch of you and never goes a day without showing you that affection, and partially because of how much more sensitive your entire body becomes during your heat. — it's something he becomes obsessed with pretty rapidly; john will practically study the effects your heat has on you. he won't admit it, but it's obvious how much he gets off on it. how you're so desperate for him, his touch and voice and anything and everything he'll give you. how upset you get when he tries to get you to stay in bed while he goes to a different room of the house. how you need him. it's what slowly drives him to his breaking point where he just can't hold back with you any longer. — you can feel his touch getting heavier, fingers digging into your hips deeper and tongue pressing harder against your clit. when you're coming down from your second high and already being pushed towards your third of the night, your grip on his cropped hair gets tighter and the only sentences you can form are various versions of "mmnh- ple-ease! john- ah, please, need you!". that's when he can feel the last of his self-control slipping from his hands. in record time he'll be throwing your legs over his shoulders, smashing his lips into yours and easily pushing into your drenched cunt. — john always finds it incredibly difficult to say "no" to you, but it won't stop him from being a horrendous tease. he'll tie your hands together behind your back or to the headboard or to your ankles and edges you until fat tears roll down your cheeks (which doesn't take very long). when he gets you to that point he'll wipe away your tears and kiss you sweetly. "shh, i know sweetheart, i'm sorry- just love hearin' you beg. y'did so well for me. think you deserve a reward, yeah?" john will always act sorry after he edges you or doesn't let you touch him or ignores your pussy for more than ten seconds, but with each broken whine and sobbed plea his cock grows impossibly harder. — it's a given that john will exploit the hell out of the effects of playing with your ears and tail. each time he edges you, the number of times he takes a minute to scratch at your ears and coo honeyed words down at you increases. it becomes a routine that after those sessions, when he's fucked you slow enough that you've calmed down a bit, he'll start up with your tail. and when he's gotten his fill of your begging for him to give it a break, he'll act sorry about that too. — as each stretch of your sex marathon comes to an end before you both pass out, he'll wind you both down by sitting you on his lap and having you cockwarming him while he smokes a cigar. you'll bury your face in his chest and start dozing off, worn out for the time being. john will use his free hand to trace his fingers up and down the curves and lines of your back, grinning to himself when you let you little whimpers whenever you move. "finally getting tired, hm? gonna wake us both back up if you keep moving like that, sweetheart."

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itadorey · 6 months

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𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧 — gojo satoru

notes: thigh riding, this is a repost, just practice writing smut, ~500 words

𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐬 + 𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐝𝐧𝐢

there's something about seeing you naked, squirming on his lap, that makes gojo's lips twitch in amusement. you're sitting pretty, his thigh nestled comfortably between your legs as he leans back in his chair, eyes half-lidded with lust as he watches you try to get yourself off on him.

"look at you," gojo coos, lifting his blindfold for emphasis. his free hand reaches out to grab you by the waist, rubbing soft circles into your hips as he guides your movements. "lookin' so pretty while you make a mess all over me."

a whine leaves your lips as your clit catches on the material of his pants, and you can't help but toss your head back, leaving the column of your throat exposed. gojo can feel your fingers digging into his shoulders, and he thinks it's adorable to see how hard you're trying to keep quiet. he's unable to stop himself from leaning forward and nipping at your neck, earning a gasp from you as he sucks on the sensitive skin.

"'t-toru!" you cry out, the feeling of his lips on your skin pushing you closer and closer to your orgasm. he can feel your rhythm falter, and his hand tightens on your waist, now controlling the pace of your movements.

you can feel your thighs start to tremble as he drags your cunt over his leg, his muscles tensing and causing you to moan as you feel yourself start to go limp in his arms. you start to hump him desperately, your arms wrapping around his neck as you focus on achieving your high.

"are you close?" gojo asks, his lips brushing the shell of your ear and causing you to shiver. you whimper in response, nodding your head as he tilts your chin up to meet your lips in a soft kiss. "then cum for me."

one of his hand lifts you slightly, the other sliding down to rub your clit in small, tight circles.

"satoru!" you gasp, your back arching as waves of pleasure wash over you. your soft moans are music to his ears, and he grins to himself as you continue grinding on his hand mindlessly, trying to ride out your high. you collapse against him, burying your face in his neck when he stands up. he carries you across the room, his half-finished reports all but forgotten as he lays you down on his bed. you watch attentively as he unbuckles his belt, eyes never leaving his hands as he pulls his underwear down, cock standing at attention as he pumps himself a few times. you feel hot under his stare, and you silently wonder how he can seem so composed even now.

you're broken out of your thoughts when you notice gojo's hungry look, his eyes trailing over every inch of your exposed body before he gives you a wicked grin.

"you're going to be a good girl and do that again, okay? but this time, you'll be cumming around my cock."

ty for reading :)

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kana-de · 5 months

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can we get spy!scara x wife reader smut please..

★ summary: spy!scaramouche x wife!reader. he comes back from a mission and shows you just how much he missed you.

☆ cw: nsfw. established relationship (husband/wife). oral (f receiving). slight overstimulation. fingering. scara calls you 'love'. 877 words.

as soon as your ears catch a sound of a doorbell ringing, you drop whatever thing you were doing, running over to the front door, opening it with trembling and swift motions.

"sca-"

scaramouche's lips descend on your lips immediately after the entrance to your apartment is free from any obstacles - and when i say immediately, i mean that he didn't even bother to close the front door, pinning you to the nearest wall.

he cups your face with both of his hands, his mouth basically eating you alive like the starving man he is, showing you how he missed you. meanwhile you, trying to keep up with the rhythm of his tongue inside your mouth, close the door with your feet. you barely even register how you do it, but only when the front door is closed, you let out a soft sigh through your nose and give in to the kiss.

it's sloppy, quick, messy, his fingers are tangling in your hair and the other is on your lower body, prodding your shirt up impatiently as he groans into the kiss.

"[name], i missed you so much..." scaramouche mumbles when your lips finally part, both panting and clearly excited for more to come. "you don't even understand how much. so let me just... show you then, hm?"

you couldn't have imagined what you've signed yourself for.

"s-scara- ngh, fuck!... y-you're- aahh.." struggling to form a proper sentence, you shudder involuntarily at how his lips seal once more around your cunt, tongue moving inside, deliberately but rigidly tasting you all over.

scaramouche's lips are coated in your slick, but he doesn't stop. you've already cummed once on his tongue, and he's planning to continue until you'd be nothing but a drooling, crying, whining mess, and all because of his tongue. as much as he'd like to have your mouth or pussy stuffed with his cock, for now he'll just show you how much he missed you while being away on all these stupid missions.

his hands press your hips further onto his mouth, thumbs unintentionally - more like subconsciously - rubbing circles on the skin where he holds you in a grip. he makes sure to send occasional vibrations over your clit and through his tongue, muttering sweet nothings not in your ear, but into your cunt - only a few times though, he doesn't want to stay too much time away from your delicious pussy.

your hand's fingers find themselves tangled in his hair, tugging onto the soft indigo locks as if there's no tomorrow for both of you. as scaramouche grabs your hips yet again, steadying them once more and inching your cunt closer to his face, you can't help but feel the cold silver ring on his ring finger - it provides you with such reassurance that you, for a moment, forget what he's even doing down there, until he pulls his tongue out to make a slow lick on your clit.

"f-fuck, love... would you- mmn... stop writhing so much?" he asks quietly, panting slightly, lips barely moving away from your wet core. you shiver at how his breath hovers over you down there.

"s-sorry, it's just... f-feels too good- ah!.." he interrupts your breathy whimpers, inserting two fingers inside your cunt, feeling the puffy walls clenching around them immediately as he moves his digits inside inch by inch, thrusting them in and out of your hole.

meanwhile his lips latch onto your sensitive nub yet again, swirling and licking around it with determination never seen before. you - even if he asked you not to, you just can't help it - writhe again more and more on the bedsheets, hips bucking into his mouth and fingers, wanting more of everything. oh, how you missed this but, most importantly, how you missed him.

a few more minutes of your moans, whimpers and him sucking on your clit with his fingers moving inside your cunt and you're already a mess, and scaramouche noticed that a while ago when your hold on his hair started to loosen.

"what's wrong, are you close again, love?" he chuckles, aimed to bring you over the edge again and again if needed. hearing you mumble a few breathy 'yes''s.

"j-just a little bit more, scara, p-please... s-so close..." you manage to babble, tightening the grip on his hair to start guiding his mouth to your pussy again.

scaramouche realises what you're getting at, fingers picking up the pace again, curling around that one spot inside a few times before his tongue licks along your folds and clit again, swirling around the bud once more. that is when he hears that loud, long, throaty moan and your incoherent babbling that follows it right after, the walls of yours cunt clenching and tightening around his digits as he feels you bucking your hips into his face for a few more moments.

scaramouche licks his lips and fingers clean as he watches you pant in and out slowly, chest heaving up and down on each breath you take.

"i missed you so much..." you mutter breathily, half-lidded eyes looking down at him as he does the same.

"mmhm, me too. and i showed you just how much i did." he says in reply, kissing your thigh soothingly.

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celestialwhoree · 2 months

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Would you be willing to write something with Simon getting his girlfriend a little stuffie knowing that she loves them and has her ride the plush as a little welcome thing for the plush

I'm God awful at writing smut but fuck it we ball

AFAB reader, nsfw below the cut - mdni!

When Simon comes home with a pretty pink gift bag in his hand and a gentle kiss to your cheek, you're immediately as giggly and bubbly and docile as he loves you to be. The bag is from one of the expensive kids toy stores in town, the one that you can't help but ogle the window displays like a kid at Christmas every time you go past. So what if it's a little weird? You like pretty cuddly things to keep you company when your boyfriend goes away! Is that so wrong? Of course, you've amassed quite the collection by now, such is the benefit of having a partner that makes a fair bit of cash, and refuses to spend barely any of it on himself.

You're already tearing to the bedroom with the pink paper bag, jumping onto the plushy white mattress of your bed with a joyous squeal, grabbing at the fluffy white rabbit and hugging it to your chest before he's even hung his jacket up. Simon looks utterly smug with how happy you are, settling himself at the headboard and guiding you and the teddy into his lap whilst you mutter your thanks to him, a little distracted by your present.

"Gonna thank me properly, baby?" He murmurs with an appreciative look as his fingers find the meat of your hips under the fabric of your skirt, guiding them across the sinew of his denim clad thigh and feeling the way your pussy flutters through your panties. "M'kay Si." You nod, pretty puppy eyes blinking at him as he guides the thin cotton covering you to the side and rucks the hem of your skirt into the waistband so that he can see the way your cunt glistens just from riding his thigh for a couple seconds.

Simon doesn't hesitate to nudge the rabbit toy between your knees, tracing the tips of his fingers over the sensitive skin of your inner thigh, making your muscles twitch involuntarily as you begin to grind down on the soft fabric, letting your nails dig into Simon's thigh. It takes a while for you to get into the rhythm of it, but Simons lusty gaze and the drag of the material against your clit has you growing tenser by the second, breaths hitching as a lump builds in your throat and your eyes fall shut. "Come on, my girl, you gonna look at me?"

When you devolve into a whimpering, shivering mess, eyelashes clumped together with the glassy sheen in your eyes, becoming overwhelmed with every little sensation. It doesn't take much prompting for the pads of his fore and ring fingers to circle your puffy clit, leaving you biting down on your lip to stifle the loud, needy moans that try to elicit from your throat. You've always been shy to cum, Simon knows that and he's always quick to help.

The fabric of the stuffed rabbit soaks under your slick as you cry out desperately, burying your face in Simons shoulder, his free hand coming to rest in your hair as you ride out your high.

๋࣭ ⭑

and you then proceed to throw said teddy in the washing machine. Twice.

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seelestia · 2 years

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— (𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓) 𝐏𝐔𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐎𝐍 𝐌𝐘 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐑.

SUMMARY. depraved of sleep, you begin to doze off and before you know it, you've fallen asleep with their shoulder as your pillow.

CHARACTERS. tighnari, alhaitham, cyno.

GENRE. sugary fluff, established relationship.

CW. reader has eyebags, alhaitham recites a physics theory (yes, it's a warning /j).

THOUGHTS. yet another attempt at writing sumeru men because... just because + to celebrate tighnari coming home to me! on the contrary, i hope you guys will win your next 50/50's <3

✰ masterlist.

Like the dutiful Forest Watcher that he is, TIGHNARI doesn't hide the offended look on his face when he discovers that you fell asleep while he is explaining important knowledge on how to identify certain mushrooms in the wild — and on his shoulder at that too.

It is either your attention has not been on his speech this entire time or you've messed up your sleep schedule... or even worse, both.

Not to mention, those bags under your eyes are ghastly.

Goodness, at what time did you sleep last night? He thought he told you many times already how proper sleep isn't worth sacrificing just for a few more hours of staying up. Your efficiency rate goes down if sleep is constantly gnawing at you, so it's better to shake away that sleepiness first.

Hmph, it's all too ironic to internally nag you like this while your sleeping face is staring right back at him.

Seriously, does his shoulder look like that much of a comfy pillow? Even his tail would be a better suited candidate, he'd admit. Tighnari can only sigh, his ears flicking along like an agreeing sign of exasperation.

But he knows that the reason you stayed up was to push yourself to complete more work — and although Tighnari has his own protests about that mindset of yours, he understands. For now, any lectures that he wants to give about time management and proper rest can wait.

Your comfort is more vital here; as romantic as falling on your significant other's shoulder seems like, it isn't the most practical way to sleep. He doesn't want you to wake up with an aching neck later.

"Sleepyhead," Tighnari huffs as he lifts you onto his back. You're oblivious, still very much deep in sleep with your head now resting at the crook of his neck.

Well, he can't really complain any further, can he? You're a sleepyhead but you're his sleepyhead, at least.

One of the perks you obtain from being ALHAITHAM's partner is that you're able to listen to his voice in a way not many can; after all, it is quite rare to hear the scribe speak without that usual sharp edge in his tone.

Not only that, you also get to be so close to him too. Just like right now; barely a mere hair's breadth away from each other, leaning against his arm while he holds up a book for the both of you to read.

It's a normal routine between you and him that he is particularly fond of, a way to spend time together while idly fueling an intellectual spark — but this time, Alhaitham can tell that something is slightly off.

The way your eyes begin to droop, the softer rhythm of your breath, how your voice grows quieter. You're even more exhausted than usual, he notices but he doesn't comment on it just yet.

Alhaitham resumes on reciting the sentences of the book in his hand with his usual composure, "Natural motion is the motion arising from the nature of an object. This motion does not require an external cause in order to occur. For example, heavy bodies naturally move toward the center of gravity, therefore falling is a—" Thump.

All too unceremoniously, your head plops down onto his shoulder, your closed eyes are an obvious sign that you've succumbed to sleep.

And there goes the exact moment he predicted. Alhaitham can't help the little sigh that escapes his lips, "Huh, so you did take my advice to go to sleep last night for granted."

But he doesn't move. Instead, he goes back to reading as if he doesn't have a head literally relying on his shoulder for support. Yes, yes, it is somewhat of a nuisance — but not to the point where he sees the need to nudge you awake.

His patience isn't as thick as many people might expect, though. But he supposes because it is you laying your head on his shoulder... perhaps, he can extend it just a bit longer.

Besides, who knows? He might even trudge into the inevitable territory that is resting his head on top of yours, but that is only a possibility, of course. You're most likely too deep in slumber to even notice if he did that.

When you wake up from your little nap later, definitely expect to see an unfazed Alhaitham just casually flipping another page of his book as if you haven't snoozed on his shoulder for only the Archons know how long.

"You're awake. I never take my shoulder as a comfortable pillow, but you seem to think differently. Well, it doesn't matter either way, do you feel better now?"

The sheer embarrassment you feel is an immediate guarantee — but whether or not Alhaitham rested his head on top of yours while you slept, however, will forever remain a mystery.

The very moment your head falls onto his shoulder, CYNO's entire body just immediately stiffens and becomes as still as a rock.

Understandably so; this is very different from what the General Mahamatra is used to, after all. Not even the people of the Akademiya are brave enough to place a hand on his shoulder, so to see this sort of reaction from him is... expected.

The only thing that he can manage to utter amidst his stunned state is just one word, an awkward one.

"Um."

You don't even stir in the slightest, you can't hear him. Well, Cyno can barely even speak himself; this puzzling flutter in his chest is almost akin to a flock of butterflies stuck in his throat. It halts him from talking in the cold tone that he usually sports or just speaking in a volume above a choked whisper, in general.

The feared General Mahamatra reduced to a flustered statue just by an innocent gesture from his lover, what a sight indeed.

Although... a part of him feels content to know that you feel safe enough to doze off in his presence. Another one feels conflicted, almost overwhelmed by his need to follow a process in order to handle this correctly? Properly?

But your comforting warmth, that peaceful look on your face, how close you are to him — perhaps, relishing in this moment wouldn't be something to be ashamed of? ...Alright then.

And so, Cyno comes to a decision and his body finally relaxes from its prior tense state. He, reluctantly but gently, allows himself to melt into you; very, very slightly tilting his head on top of yours and places his arm protectively around your figure — not touching you directly, however, as to not disturb your sleep — yet, still around you like a shielding cage.

The General Mahamatra isn't foolish enough to let his guards down fully, of course. Even in his relaxed state, he can still sense if a few people decide to give the two of you unpleasant looks; he has no problems staring them down whatsoever.

It's safe to say you had a good nap that day. Though, Cyno is still worried about your lack of sleep and he'll do whatever he can to help.

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