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Shinobi always encounter bad situations on their missions. Especially on undercover missions. Kakashi experienced his fair share of them, and was fairly sure that nothing could really faze him anymore.

Until he was trapped in a closet with his partner for the mission.

~ X ~

Hey there! :D

Sorry for the longer hiatus on my part. There was a lot going on for me in my RL, and I fell a bit into a slump when it came to writing fanfic. I hoped I could break that dry spell with some good ol' smut, and here we are! :D Hopefully you guys like it! I wanted to try my hands at a trope. Thank you all for your patience and I really hope you guys will like it!

~ X ~

Honestly, Kakashi had been in worse situations. Life as a shinobi demanded uncomfortable and sometimes even downright horrible situations to be used to hide away. Once, he had to hide beneath a pile of corpses, just to escape a group of vicious S-ranked shinobi gone rogue who had killed his entire Anbu-squad.

He had been 13, and reeked of blood and ash when he returned to Konoha. He still fulfilled his task, of course, it just took longer: the killing as well as scrubbing himself clean afterwards, as blood and the scent of death had sunken into every crevice of his clothing, body and hair. The nightmares of that mission still haunted him in his especially bad nights.

The point was, he knew how truly horrible situations felt like. And this was definitely not a horrible situation to be stuck in. On the contrary, Kakashi would even argue that it was a wonderful situation; one he maybe had already imagined in the depth of the night, when he couldn’t sleep and his Icha-Icha-books weren’t enough to keep his mind occupied.

Hiding away in a wardrobe. Fine, not out of the ordinary. Hiding away with someone else in a narrow and dark place? Definitely something worth remembering. But hiding away with you, his nose basically buried in your hair, your entire backside molded to his front, while outside, the blissfully unaware targets of your mission wandered past without suspecting a thing?

Really, in comparison to other hiding places, this one was heaven.

The mission was supposed to be easy. Easy enough for two jonin, at least. Infiltrate the huge mansion of the target, who was under suspicion of conspiring against the Fire Lord and Konohagakure alike, investigate him, and leave again without being noticed. Really, for two seasoned shinobi, this was child’s play.

Unfortunately, nobody told the target.

Kakashi would have believed the young and dumb man was a criminal mastermind, if not for the fact that he had spoken with him personally, always in the disguise of Sukea, the wandering photographer, who now tried his hands at capturing the sight of beautiful castles and other architecture. The target was as dumb as a brick, way too open, but apparently unbearably lucky and with more money than he would ever need in a lifetime.

Hell, Kakashi himself had his fair share of money. The many S-rank missions he completed paid well. But even if he never had to worry in his life again, that dumb brick was on a whole other level of wealthiness.

Which would explain the attentive and security-loving guards around the wide premises of the mansion. Well-trained, disciplined, some even with a few hours of shinobi-training, but probably flunked out for one reason or another, the guards had been the first hurdle to overcome. Additionally, the dumb brick paid handsomely for some extra security-measures: sigils embroidered into the walls. Detection, guarding and protection were only some seals Kakashi discovered as he slowly made his way around the grounds, with his camera in hand and always accompanied by two big, burly guards, who had eyed him with barely concealed suspicion.

He only met you two days into his spiel. Classic divide-and-conquer strategy: you had been sent to the mansion to work there a few weeks ago as a maid, caring and fawning around the lucky dumb brick together with the other swarms of young and pretty maids in absolutely ridiculous uniforms. The guy had a fetish for maids, apparently, which would explain the shortness of the skirts and the deep insights your cleavage offered whenever you made a slight move.

Even though Kakashi hadn’t seen the appeal of maid uniforms or the roleplay going along with it until now, he certainly had to admit that you were looking great in the uniform. Fuck, he always thought that when he caught sight of you around Konoha, no matter what kind of clothes you wore, but now, his brain kicked into overdrive.

After two, three days, he caught himself fantasizing in the evening, when he rested in one of the luxurious bedrooms. After a week, Icha-Icha wasn’t enough to suppress the memories of the day anymore, and a few days after the one-week-mark, he got hard just thinking about you in that silly little maid uniform which barely covered your butt.

He shouldn’t. He really, really shouldn’t. Only, when you served the dumb brick and Kakashi in his Sukea-disguise, the idiot — seriously, Kakashi even forgot the name of the target, just because he was so terribly dull to talk to — made some suggestive comments, even offered you like some kind of farm animal to “Sukea”.

And your reaction? After the tiniest eye roll, you lowered your chin at Kakashi. No coincidence, just acceptance that this would work better to gain more trust of the brick.

From there on out, “Sukea” flirted with the maid whenever they were close enough to be noticed by the target. It was part of the job, and Kakashi knew that. He knew. And yet.

When you batted your eyes at him in response to one of his lame jokes, his heart jumped in his chest. When you let your hands linger a bit longer than usual when handing him a drink, the spot would tingle for minutes afterwards. When you bid him goodnight after another long day talking exclusively to the target, Kakashi was so close to simply inviting you into his room and doing the things he secretly dreamed about.

But it was wrong. Wrong to act like this, when you were only doing your job. As your superior, the more experienced one, the higher-ranked shinobi, he had a duty to not destroy you by using his position or the circumstances of the mission for himself and his own selfish desires. It was despicable, and he always had looked down on squad captains who had used their influence on their team to force them to do something against their will.

Until now, Kakashi was able to resist the temptation. Right until this evening. Together, you sneaked through the long hallways. Always hiding your chakra and, just to be safe, in your disguises as “Sukea” and the maid. One moment, Kakashi had ogled the rim of your skirt, how it rode up ever so slightly with every step, revealing more of the creamy, soft skin he desperately needed to see, only to hide it again from his view with the next step forward. The next, you pushed him into a nearby cabinet, which caused his mind to reel and sputter at the sudden proximity.

That brought him here, into his heavenly misery. Feeling you move ever so slightly against him, your ass rubbing against the front of his pants as you tried to peek outside through the small keyhole of the door, with your delirious scent filling the air way too quickly, even enhanced by the sweat of a long day at work, was simply torture for his waning self-control.

~ X ~

You were too high on adrenaline and the fear of getting caught. Sneaking around in a disguise was still so much more exciting than the mere wandering through the shadows. The thrill of getting caught at any moment, avoiding being seen while ruffling through important documents, only to go back to “normal” the next day and acting like nothing ever happened — this was what you wanted in life. The thrill running down your back, the heart beat thundering in your ears, the weak trembling of your fingers… almost better than sex.

Speaking of.

“Sorry,” you whispered and turned your head ever so slightly over your shoulder, “I sensed someone. Probably guards.”

“No problem.” As you had shoved him into the closet, his hands automatically landed on the curve of your hips, buried in cheap black fabric as well as frilly, white lace. They were still there, just comfortably resting and burning your skin right through your uniform. He squeezed your hips as a reassurance. “Sorry for being so close.”

A breathy laugh left your nose. “You really can’t do anything about that here. No worries.”

The man shifted on his feet. You felt everything: the weak shuffle as his toes hit your heels, his thighs pressing into yours from behind, as well as some delicious pressure against your butt, with said pressure growing the longer you were flushed against the man.

A tiny sliver of hope bloomed in your chest. Maybe, after all this fake flirting… maybe, now, Kakashi saw you. Finally, saw you, with your little crush in your heart which hadn’t died over the years, just slept and awakened as soon as the two of you started to work together again.

Or was it just the same adrenaline rush you experienced right now?

Maybe, you could… Like you didn’t care about the position you were in, you leaned forward to look through the keyhole once more. Both of your hands were flatly pressed against the wooden door, with your upper body leaning forward. The hands on your hips tightened, fingers digging a tiny bit deeper into your body, and you swore you could feel the bulge, still rubbing against your butt, pulse through his pants and the ridiculous excuse of a skirt you had to wear.

“Anyone out there?” Kakashi whispered as you straightened yourself out again. His breath brushed over your ear, caress and temptation all the same. For just a second, you had to close your eyes and try not to moan and melt against his chest. Everything inside you tensed up, warmed and overheated at the sheer proximity to him. Really, even inside the dark closet, you could feel his presence filling every nook and cranny, together with the delirious scent he always emitted.

You wished you could just capture some of that scent for yourself, in some kind of glass, maybe, and smell him whenever you felt lonely. Fuck, just a shirt of his would be enough.

A shirt, twenty minutes and my trusty vibrator… Yep, that would be enough for a lifetime.

Well, maybe not enough for a lifetime, but still enough to last you a while.

“Yes,” you breathed out, “they are patrolling the area pretty tightly. We probably have to…” Steps outside stomped by, and only when they faded into the distance, you dared to finish your sentence. “We probably have to wait it out.”

Kakashi hummed. The sound vibrated through his throat, in his chest, and thus, also against your back. An incredibly intimate motion. “And what will we do in the meantime?”

“Sit tight and do nothing which would demand anyone’s attention. That’s just my plan, though.”

“Sounds good to me.”

In the darkness, you could only barely make out your surroundings. Lots of cleaning products, a broom, some buckets. Nothing out of the ordinary, but for the man in your back. Not seeing the get-up he was forced to wear day and night was freeing, in a way. Closing your eyes, you focused. On the hands on the curve of your hips, the single joints flexing from time to time. On his breath echoing weakly in the small closet, so loud and heavy when usually, you could barely notice the entire man being there at all. On his heady scent, usually so calm and controlled. Now, it surrounded you, to the point you had no choice but to breathe him in. Sandalwood, leather, a few traces of dog. So him and unique.

And it made you so unbelievably wet.

His fingers against your hips tightened. He could smell you too, probably even better than you smelled his scent. You could hear his sharp inhale, then a low rumble you couldn’t properly identify at first. Only when it happened again, this time accompanied by his hands sliding lower, right beneath the rim of your skirt and now definitely indecent, you realized what it was.

Kakashi was purring. Your heart jumped. He was enjoying this, enjoying you, to the point he started to finally break through the hurdles which were in the way. His walls, the usual distance between shinobi, the fact that you two were hiding away in a closet, just moments away from discovery — all of that didn’t matter in the face of the sudden proximity and the underlying tension crackling between you two.

What mattered was that Kakashi purred because of you, and that his hands continued to explore the expanse of your thighs. A moan escaped as his thumbs dug deeper into your flesh, only followed by a hushed whisper.

“Kakashi…”

“Sssh.” The answer came back in an instant; just a mere hush and yet, shushing you even better than any ball-gag could. A flare of heat erupted within your stomach as he ground his hips into you. Another purr, louder than the ones before, and yet still nothing more than a small breath in the grand scheme of things. So, you just stood there, bent forward like a common whore, while you could feel him rubbing himself in slow, languid moves against your ass.

“You have no idea,” his voice thundered in the room, despite him merely murmuring, “for how long I wanted this.”

“This?” You wiggled your ass, causing him to hiss lowly. His fingers tightened, forcing you to hold still. Though, that didn’t stop you from pressing harder against him, eliciting another low hiss. “Us being stuck in here?”

“You.” His dick twitched, you could feel it even through the two layers of fabric between his and your naked skin. “Like this. Or in any other position.”

“My, how naughty of you.” Again, you wiggled your ass into his dick, and relished at the low groan you elicited from the usually uptight man. Closing your eyes, you just tried to enjoy every single touch without worrying about the moment you two would have to step out of the closet and back into reality.

Again, Kakashi grinded against your barely covered butt. You hissed while arching your back like a cat in heat, purring and clawing into the door with most of your strength. “Aah, yes. Right there…”

His hot cock burned through the flimsy clothing. Not that he needed to do much, you were so wet by now that your underwear was obsolete at this point. Suddenly, you could feel fingers press between your thighs, insistent and searching for the source of all the wetness. A moan slipped out as he found your weeping hole. The fingertips instantly slipped in, right to the first knuckle. Fuck, if possible, you tightened even further around the invaders, so eager and needy for the stimulation you pushed your hips even more into the man.

“Do it,” you whispered, “just do it.”

The man behind you stilled. You could even hear it, in the tiniest hitch of his breath. Then, just when you thought he would back off, maybe come to his senses as all of this was just insane, born by unbridled lust and a long-burning crush, the deep growl vibrating in his chest echoed through the tight space. Instinctively, you edged closer, and his finger slipped in a bit deeper. You moaned lowly, wiggling your butt at him.

Thankfully, he didn’t need more of an invitation. His fingers left you, only to be quickly replaced with something hot, blunt and long. A purr vibrated in your throat as Kakashi rubbed himself along your slit, using your own wetness to coat his dick. You leaned your cheek against your arms, which were still shoring you from crashing face-first into the wooden door. Everything was too much, and yet you were still missing something.

Fingers sneaked between your thighs, pushed your lower lips apart. Then, finally, after all of this wait, you could feel the head of his dick pressing into you. Just a few inches, and he paused. Paused to breathe in and out, so deep and obviously relishing in every gust of air he took in. But when you were about to whine for him, Kakashi pushed fully in, filling you to every last inch.

Every part of you burned for the sensation of him. His hands clamping down onto the curve of your hips, scrunching the little frills of your so-called uniform, his thighs twitching against the back of yours, restraining his strength and impatience just barely, and his dick moving inside of you, shallowly rocking back and forth as he obviously tried not to end this encounter too soon.

Oh no, you waited too long for this. Fuck his restraints and inhibitions. Fuck all the risk, you needed to get fucked here and now, thank you very much. So, with a low growl, you pushed back into him. His dick was forced deeper into you. Every inch of him, to the point his thighs hit your butt. Finally. You wanted to move, but suddenly, there was the deathly grip in the back of your neck, holding you in your position.

“Don’t,” he warned, “fucking move.”

You nodded. There was nothing else to do but clenching around his dick to entice him to start. Closing your eyes, you just did that, and enjoyed how Kakashi reacted.

He groaned lowly. “I said, don’t move. Not even one muscle.”

“Sorry,” you purred, smiling into your own arm, “I just can’t help it. You feel so good inside of me.”

His dick twitched again at your words. Closing your eyes, you relaxed, while tilting your ass a bit more up as an invitation for him to just rail into your body. Coarse pubic hair scratched against the sensitive skin of your butt, just enough to be a temptation instead of a turn-off.

The fingers at the back of your neck twitched just as much as his dick. You could feel it, could feel it both, could feel all of him encompassing you with his presence.

It took him so long to answer, you nearly believed he would pull out — literally and metaphorically. Only when he groaned weakly, with his legs widening his stance a bit more, you knew you had him ensnared to the point of no return.

Slowly, inch for inch, his dick left you, a luxurious drag which made your toes curl, and your stomach do somersaults. It promised so much, and stoked the flames of your desire for him even higher. Every cell of your body was singing, praising, begging for Kakashi to get on it already, as you definitely couldn’t wait any longer.

The first buck of his hips came as a surprise. The second was a little shock, one which made your knees buckle. The third, you accepted readily, biting into your own arm to stop yourself from making any noise. His rhythm was fast and relentless. So eager to take the edge off that it nearly hurt, but the pain brought forth even more pleasure. After all, you couldn’t really be a shinobi without enjoying some pain.

His dick hit all the right spots inside of you. Besides, you were so on edge and riled up, you didn’t need much from the man, anyway. So, in his frenzy, you let him use you, while your pussy clenched around him desperately. Every time he pulled out, you clung to him, and every time he pushed back into you, you welcomed him with a guttural moan, muffled in your own arms. Even in the small space and especially in the darkness, everything felt so much more crazy. His huffs and quiet groans reverberated in the closet, every squish of your intermixed fluids between your legs thundered, and your heart beat so loud in your chest you wondered how no one else was able to hear it. Even leaning into the door and being fucked like a common whore, you reveled in the way Kakashi lost himself inside of you and in the act of rutting into you like a horny dog.

You screwed your eyes shut when he changed his rhythm. From hard and fast to deep and stroking. His hips didn’t slap into the back of your thighs anymore, now hitting a spot inside your body which made you see stars. Your arm hurt from your teeth sinking deeper into your own skin, to the point you could taste blood. Fuck, you were so close. So close just because of this intense, unpredictable, explosive situation. The grip on your hips was still deadly, but when you felt a mouth press kisses to your upper body through the cheap fabric of your maid uniform, you nearly cried out.

“So good,” he breathed into your neck, and his lips moved up to the line of your shoulder, “so fucking good for me.”

“Kakashi…” you whimpered out. His teeth scratched over the junction of neck and shoulder, just a hint of the danger lurking beneath his many masks. His dick pressed into that spot, making your back arch into him. “Fuck!”

“You like that, huh?” One of his hands skidded down your side, right where you needed him the most. You almost wept when his devilish fingers pressed into your clit, only to neglect the nub again in favor of the point where you two were joined. Knuckles spread your lower lips further, fingertips floating over your stretched opening and the base of his dick buried inside you. He lingered there, didn’t move a muscle, just tortured you with his presence and the teasing touches. He seemed to enjoy your torture way too much, merely circling your clit instead of making you come.

“Promise me.” You nearly didn’t hear the hoarse whisper, muffled in the back of your neck. His tongue licked a wet stripe over your skin, just before you could ask what he meant, and he continued. His fingers continued, too, teasing your folds, but never touching your clit. You could feel his index and middle finger forming a wide V, only to teasingly rub up and down your mound and scratch with false kindness through the coarse pubic hair. So, so fucking close. And yet so terribly far from where you craved him to touch you.

“I promise,” you whined, so close to tears that you could already feel them burning in your eyes, “I promise, okay?”

A warm gush of air brushed against your neck, quickly followed by his lips mouthing against your skin. New shivers wandered down your back, wrecking through your body with the force of a hurricane. Fuck, just feeling him shuffle on his feet made his dick inside you move, the torturous small motions pressing in all the right ways into you.

His voice growled against the shell of your ear. “I didn’t even ask anything of you yet.”

“I don’t care,” you hissed back, “just make me come! I waited too long for this!”

“Too long, hm? How long…”

“So long that if you don’t fuck me right now right, I will scream and shout, alerting the entire fucking compound of us sneaking around like the damned shinobi we are.” His dick twitched at that. Maybe in agreement.

A sigh echoed in the darkness, followed by a face smothering itself into your neck. Goosebumps wandered your skin up and down at the intimate touch, but then, with another kiss, the contact was quickly gone. Before the whine at the loss could even rise into your throat, the fingers pressed against your clit with devilish intent. At the same time, the man bucked his hips, fucking his dick a bit deeper into you, only to pull back and sluggishly roll his hips, to the lazy rhythm of his fingers rubbing and rolling the little nub he teased and tortured only before.

The onslaught of stimulation was too much for you. Whimpering, you buried your face again in your arms, with your forehead pressing against the hard, unforgiving wooden door, and took everything Kakashi had to give. And he had a lot to give. So many pent-up emotions he never showed, so many skills he never showed before, so much feeling he never revealed — to anyone. But this time, you were a witness to all of him, and you couldn’t be happier.

The orgasm came over you like the ocean: all encompassing, drowning everything else out and making you gasp for air. Even in the darkness, little stars exploded before your eyes. All the strength in your legs was gone in just a split second, in which the warm, tingly feelings washed over you, spreading into every little nook and cranny. Kakashi was relentless; his fingers never let up their gentle rubbing against your clit, rolling the little nub between his fingertips to the point it almost hurt.

Only when you whined like a dog to him, unable to form any words and barely able to stay upright, he had some mercy. His fingers left your clit, gripped your hips once more, and Kakashi finished in four, five quick thrusts. He must’ve been on edge, too, but dragged out his own high to allow you to reach yours first. When his dick twitched and the warm cum filled you up, the tiredness after an exceptional orgasm made you lean even more against the door.

In the silence and darkness, your labored breaths echoed. To normal people, nothing changed, as you were still eerily silent, but for a shinobi, it was clear what just happened.

After a few long moments, in which you tried to calm your quickly beating heart, Kakashi patted your hips. The feel of his fingers against your sensitive skin, even through your uniform, was still electrifying.

“We should…” He didn’t finish the sentence, just let the words linger. It was clear what the two of you should do, but neither of you had the strength for it at the moment. Not now, when you could still feel him twitch and gradually soften, not when his warm cum seeped out of you and dribbled down your inner thighs, not when you could feel how his wet fingers left a wet spot on your uniform where he had buried his hands in the fabric.

“Yeah.” With a low sigh, you pushed yourself up. Bones creaked, and you nearly stumbled, but Kakashi’s hands were on you before you could even lean too much into one direction. His dick was also still inside you, though you could feel him soften and slide out the tiniest bit, together with some dribbles of quickly cooling fluids. “We should get going. The night is still young, and we haven’t found any intel on the idiot yet.”

“Right. Sorry, I’m just…” He stepped away, carefully pulling out of you. You shuddered at the sudden loss and found yourself missing him and the warm presence between your legs. Instantly, more fluids ran down your legs, but they were quickly captured by a careful hand and a cold, slightly wet rag of fabric. Kakashi cleaned you up without being asked, his motions gentle and efficient at the same time. His touches weren’t one bit inappropriate, even though he could have used the darkness as an excuse to revel a bit more in the aftermath of the orgasm you shared. Nothing of that, even when he wiped the rag over your overly sensitive clit and dipped into your hole to clean you further up.

Before you could do anything for him though, Kakashi was done. You barely had time to readjust your uniform before he opened the door. The dim light of the moon in the hallway almost blinded you, after the complete darkness of the closet. Blinking rapidly, you shielded your face, trying to regain your vision.

There he was, standing in the door frame, one hand on the knob of the door, the other hanging by his side. His own costume was back in place, the brown hair with the purple marks on his cheeks, the baggy clothes hiding the contour of his body. Automatically, your eyes dropped to his pants. Nothing to be seen there, nothing but a small spot close to the fly of his pants. A small sign that what happened in this closet hadn’t been an illusion or gen-jutsu.

Stepping out of the closet, you brushed past him. Your hand “accidentally” tugged at Kakashi’s clothing, getting caught in the fabric, only to detangle just as fast. Without a word needed, the man closed the door behind you and followed right on your heels.

“What was that promise about?” you asked into the silence. Your words were nothing but a whisper, not louder than the sound of your footsteps.

Kakashi didn’t answer immediately. Instead of any words, you could feel one of his hands slipping ever so sneakily into your own hand. Out of instinct, you spread your fingers, allowing him to entangle his fingers with yours. The innocent contact alone made your heart flutter, but when he forced you to stop in the middle of the hallway and turned you around, your heart lurched up into your throat.

Fuck, Kakashi was way too close all of a sudden. You could feel his dark eyes piercing the night easily, studying your face and the hint of emotions displayed on your features.

“The promise,” he started, voice rough and words measured, “was about… a repeat.”

“A repeat?” you echoed. His fingers around yours fidgeted, drumming against the back of your hand. “In another closet, or this exact one?”

“Preferably outside a closet. Even though it was definitely worthwhile, I wouldn’t mind a… meeting in another setting. With a bit more privacy and a bit less risk to be discovered and killed.”

Again, your heart lurched upwards. This was it. This was what you secretly wished for, for only the gods knew how long.

Carefully, you raised his hand upward. His eyes were on you, following every little motion of yours with the intent to record it to his memory. The red of the sharingan blinked in the darkness, and like that, you were sure he would never forget the moment you pressed your lips to the back of his hand. You could faintly smell yourself on his fingers still, but mostly, there was sweat, weapon’s oil and the scent of ozone clinging to his hand.

“So, a promise for a repeat, hm? Sure. I would love to.”

“Maybe in a better setting? My flat, perhaps?”

“Honestly,” a smile flashed over your face, “I would take that closet again if it means to feel you rut against me just once more. But I won’t say no to a date beforehand. But now, let’s finish this mission.”

Kakashi hissed lowly. “Couldn’t agree more. Now, I actually have something to look forward to when we get back.”

Needless to say, when there was a stack of compromising information neatly organized in a not-so-hidden safe, you couldn’t stop yourself from groping at Kakashi’s ass. He returned the gesture, just a quick slap of his palm against your ass, just before stashing away the documents in a scroll he brought with him.

“Let’s get out of here. And if you do that again, I will take you against a tree on the way back.”

You fluttered your eyelashes at him in all your devious mischief. “Who says that wasn’t what I was aiming for?”

The low growl rising in his chest was promise enough for you. Yeah, the two of you would definitely fuck on the way back. Maybe even drag the return out a bit, just to enjoy the post-mission haze a bit longer. And that — together with the compromising documents on the perverted idiot with a maid-fetish — was probably the best outcome for the mission you could have wished for.

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maxli-catenby · 1 year

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For shits and giggles one day AO3 should replace ‘Explicit - Mature - Teen - Everyone` with `Grapefruit - Lemon - Lime - Orange’ for old times sake

#ao3 #archive of our own #fanfiction #lemon scale

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mysterygrl20 · 1 year

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need a new bl show to watch but unsure of how spicy it is? someone made a spicy index list

🌶️ - Bell pepper - longing glances, maybe a caress and pinky touch, solid hugs, no kisses (Cherry Magic)

🌶️🌶️ - Jalapeño popper - 1 or 2 kisses, closed mouth or hidden behind camera angles, full of cheesy emotions but not sexual (Mr. Unlucky has No Choice but to Kiss)

🌶️🌶️🌶️ - Sriracha - at least 1 decent kiss, actual makeout with or without tongue, but clothes stay on (Bad Buddy, Semantic Error)

🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️ - Birds eye chili - multiple solid kisses and some clothes come off, but cuts away before any pants come off and hands generally stay above the waist, it's implied that they have sex but we only see the very start of the encounter (609 Bedtime Story, Between Us, Until We Meet Again)

🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️ - Specialty hot sauce - all or most clothes come off at least once, full on simulated sex happens though it can be masked with sultry background music and may or may not include an implication of climax (Ghost Host Ghost House, Cutie Pie, Long Time No See)

🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️ - Carolina reaper - full nudity at some point, though junk may be cleverly hid with angles and conveniently placed furniture, these boys fuckin and there ain't no ambiguity about it, sexy sounds at full volume rather than replaced by music or voiceover (Kinnporsche, Love in the Air)

🌶️☠️ - Pepper spray - there's full on sex and/or nudity but it's not pleasant or intended to be sexy, can apply to graphic SA scenes or just the marketing campaign for Dangerous Drugs Of Sex

(the show list isn't fully comprehensive yet but a great start)

#thai bl #bl series #kdrama #jdrama #cherry magic #kinnporsche #mr unlucky has no choice but to kiss #609 bedtime story #between us #until we meet again #ghost host ghost house #cutie pie the series #long time no see #love in the air #lita #bad buddy #yes this is basically the citrus/lemon scale

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dailyfatefigures · 8 months

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Ibaraki Douji - Shuten Douji - 1/8 Scale - Oni in Kimono ver. by Lemon San Shimai

#it's been a long thursday... pass the yuri #ibuki douji #shuten douji #anime figure #figure collecting #fate #fate series #fate grand order #fgo #fate go #garage kit #1/8 scale #lemon san shimai

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thedarkmistress16 · 7 months

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here's some long-awaited tony food for your thots

(im serious this is 100% PWP done in like, *check watch* 6-8 hrs or so in one sitting- it's all over the place, fam)

let me know immediately if any of you want me to community label this, if that makes you more comfortable. if you want another installment (it will have actual plot i promise) just let me know. None of the used images here are mine, they belong to their respective owners, I only own my garbage writing.

Boyfriend!Steve Rogers x Girlfriend!Experienced!Unfaithful!Reader x Jealous!Yandere!Tony Stark- Repression and Suppression

and here are some messy A03-esque tags for your reading pleasure (srsly read these before continuing or you void your reading warranty):

(Lime, Lemon, G-rape, Cheating, Physical Cheating, Unintentional Cheating, Affair, Noncon, Dubcon, Forced Orgasm, Overstimulation, Fingering, Oral, Vaginal, MxF, PWP, Love Triangle, Jealousy, Third Wheel Tony Stark, Sexual Deviant Tony Stark, Manipulation, Humiliation, Dirty Talk, Swearing, Teasing, Gaslighting, Sexual Coercion, Power Play? Beard Burn, The run of shame?, Lust used as a manipulation tool, Tony blatantly misunderstands words, The horny ruins lives, Reader’s never cheated in her life ong she just misses sex, Tony is all kinds of wrong here, OOC Tony Stark, His dialogue is probably OOC sorry about that, No descriptors besides gender have fun)

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You don’t know how this happened.

…

Okay, you do know how this happened. You and Tony stumbled upon the same floor in an otherwise empty Tower and you both plopped on the same couch shooting the shit. No paperwork for you to do and no big baddie causing a commotion in New York for the Iron Man to stop. And you may have overshared a tad about the feelings you’ve been having at his prompting about your relationship status, but hey, that’s normal, even for sober people. Everyone needs to vent every once in a while. Or overshare, or both.

What you didn’t expect, however, was your totally innocent sex conversation with Tony to turn into dirty talk. Which, alright- fair, this was Tony you were talking to, so probably not your best moment.

“It’s not like he’ll find out.” Tony’s palm rests on your thigh. “And you said so yourself, he doesn’t give you what you need.”

But thankfully, that’s when your brain started working again, and you actively began to create some space between you, with his hand falling off your leg.

“No, Tony. You know who I’m with and you know he’ll be coming back.”

Tony follows you and- what the fuck? Was this couch always this small? The palm greets your thigh again, more insistent now if the pressure was any indication.

“Can you really wait that long?”

You stare at Tony, incredulous at the turn of events. He wouldn’t- would he?

You see him smile at you before diving in for a kiss.

Wide-eyed, your first reaction is to push him off, but he practically falls on top of you, keeping you pinned there as his tongue goes to work in prying your mouth open.

You struggle, and then, well, he knew how to kiss to get what he wanted, that was for sure. It was so different from what you were used to with him, all chaste and loving. Tony used the flat surface of the appendage to massage your tongue, and- holy fuck you really forgot what good kisses felt like. Tony feels so good- so warm and passionate, that his embrace sends you into a blanketed bliss.

And as you make out, that blanket grows more and more stuffy. You lose track of time, and- well, yourself. The next time you open your eyes, you’re greeted to a shirtless and more disheveled Tony Stark on top of you, kissing down your neck, and humping his bulge against you and- oh fuck your pants were gone.

Okay, this had officially gone too far. Yes, this was hot, and yes your body was awakened from the longest dry spell ever by his kisses, but you had to try and stop this. You had to get Tony to shut this shit down, and then blame your horny self later.

But first, Operation Turn off Tony.

“Wait!” Your hands fly to Tony’s chest, pushing with effort despite wanting to melt into a puddle. “I can’t- you know I can’t-”

Okay, your voice would’ve sounded commanding if Tony hadn’t run his hands under your shirt.

And if his arm wasn’t practically glued to the damn cushions you would've had more leeway to shake him off. And if he wasn’t so stron-

Wait- one arm?

…

…oh my god why is he pushing against you?

“Oh?” It comes out automatically and your body absolutely preens at the sensation before you come back down.

Oh fuck no- now two of his fingers are inside you and you’re not sure if you can even try to hold him off now.

Think of Steve think of Steve think of Steve think of Steve-!

“Tony, mmn-m, pl-”

“Why refuse this?” He pauses to let his fingers talk and the resulting squelching has you trying to seal your mouth in protest. “Why refuse me? When the sweet release you want is right in front of you?” His fingers fall away. “And when this-” he rolls his denim-covered penis over your pussy, eliciting a groan from both of you, “cock is ready and begging to be inside you?”

There is no hope to quell your blushing at this point either, you unhelpfully surmise to yourself. But even so, you don’t let up, forcing yourself to meet his eyes.

“He’ll, ah- find out, hah, Tony.” Fucking hell it was hard to form words now, “and he w-will-”

Tony, more envious than you’ve ever seen him, snarls in retaliation. “Don’t think about him! He’s not the one who’s going to be fucking you tonight.” He takes a moment to regain his composure before adding, “don’t worry, baby. I’ll make you feel so good you can’t stand it.”

“Ton- ah!”He hit a sensitive spot inside you, and your body jolted with the feeling. “P-please...ha...” You pant, trying to control yourself as his fingers retract. Trying to think of Steve instead, and all the other reasons why you shouldn’t be doing this. Why he shouldn’t be doing this to you and how he’s currently making you tingle in too many places.

In mock concern, he inquires, “what is it, baby? I’m right here...” You swear to the highest moon that Tony Stark’s teasing is the worst kind you’ve ever had to experience in your entire life; mainly because he does it in a way that pisses you off to no end.

“I- Tony, I n-need you to-” He shushes you, leaving you more baffled. He doesn’t even know your request yet and he’s already cutting you off. The playboy slides two fingers inside your wet canal and you cry out in surprise. They slip out within the next second, not allowing you to properly process the action. He languidly laps at his fingers and you actually whine at the sight, which is literally the worst reaction you could've had. Tony hums at the taste and his eyes, holding your own, gleam wickedly as you attempt to recover.

“Oh, you need me to fuck you baby? Say no more.”

You gasp, utterly scandalized. How the fuck did he interpret a nothing sentence into that? He’s already working on unzipping his jeans and you’re quick to remedy the situation, despite your breathlessness. “No, Tony, that’s not-” A hand swiftly comes down to palm your sensitive pussy and squeezes, attempting to shut you up with desire. You’re shameful when you realize his tactic worked, as you find it elicits a sexual groan from you strong enough to make your head tilt up towards the ceiling and your back arch off the couch. Tony tuts at your wanton display.

“Don’t deny it, honey. You’re absolutely dripping for cock.” He leans in close to your ear and latches his mouth onto your neck. The man nibbles and suckles enough to probably leave a mark before playfully biting your earlobe and whispering, “and I’m more than willing to provide that relief.” A small part of you finds it ironic he’d use the word willing when you haven’t vocally confirmed it in this case.

When he’s fully sheathed inside you, he sits still for a minute, groaning at the feel of you. Tony then starts circling his hips, not thrusting in the slightest, and at this point you’ve had enough of his games. If he wants to do this so badly then so be it. “No teasing…” you huff unpleasantly.

“Hmm? What was that?” His member is still nudging against the ridges of your vaginal walls, causing your lower body to spasm and tighten at random intervals.

“If you’re going to fuck me then actually fuck me.” You make your voice harsh to get your impatience across, keeping your gaze even. Tony simply winks and wastes no time setting a pace inside you, smirking pleasantly as your body shifts from his thrusts. He licks his lips at the sight of your breasts bouncing underneath your shirt and impatiently forces the fabric up to your neck to squeeze at one.

You close your eyes and furrow your brows, focusing your efforts on meeting Tony’s thrusts and tightening your pelvic muscles frequently to help his orgasm along. Judging by his strained moans, the fruits of your past lovers' labor seem to be working. He starts to shudder and you beam with pride.

Jackpot.

That is until he yanks himself out of you completely, struggling to hold himself over your body.

“Mngh, hah- baby,” he laughs in between ragged breaths, “let’s not spoil the fun too early, now…”

Tony then switches to playfully dragging his cock along the splayed seam of your lips, right over your spasming hole, and you wouldn’t have been able to hold in that unholy moan if you tried.

He flips you over without a word, leaving you disoriented with an “oof,” as he re-positions you to make your ass hang lewdly in the air. Tony swats one asscheek and your hands scramble to find purchase before he tries something else, which you seldom find in the firm material. Another mocking sound escapes his throat at your reaction and you turn your head to glare at him.

“Could have given a girl a warning, y’know?”

“Well, sweetcheeks, I can’t very well tackle this raging problem unless I approach it from all possible angles~” His eyes rove over your new position admiringly. “And this view is definitely worth the effort.”

He winks at you, smirking all the while. You refuse to react, deadpanning, before giving up. “Fuck you, Stark.”

He says some other comment you don’t care about- on the lines of having patience- when something wet wiggles across your folds-

Your eyes widen. Was this a better advantage point for him to-

His tongue thrusts itself inside your walls and you lose all sense of thought, wanting to collapse into the couch already. Tony’s firm and swift in his movements, pressing the angle of his chin into your mound harshly and rubbing your sensitive areas consistently. The stiff hairs of his beard rub themselves across your clit as he leans forward and you lose all sense of yourself, screaming into the cushioned void and spasming around his mouth.

Your hips lull into a gentle rocking, you realize, when the sensations have dulled. You can still feel Tony between your legs, but licking you much more softly now. Your satisfied mews fall out of your mouth like a gentle stream, and you let yourself bask in the well-overdue afterglow.

Tony slowly parts from your pussy with a smacking sound, and you feel saliva trailing down your thighs as you whine. You hear him say the word “ready” and you hum questionably, not in the mood for words. He leans forward to kiss up your back and make a path for your ear, reiterating himself.

“You ready for me, honey?”

“Mm, you’re not-?”

“-finished? How kind of you to offer, baby. After all, I haven’t finished fucking you into forgetting him yet.”

Your brain almost fits the pieces together, already turning towards him to voice the question when you feel him line up his cock at your entrance. You don’t even bother doing anything other than bracing yourself as Tony thrusts into you, and you realize too late that you’re still too sensitive.

He’s more insistent as he fucks into you, just as his mouth, but he’s humping into all the right places despite your body singing to the point of pain.

“Ahn! O-oh!” At this point, you literally didn’t care that your face was practically being suffocated by the cushions that Tony Stark- your not-boyfriend- was pushing you into and fondling your breasts. You were about to get an orgasm on a dick you haven’t been treated to in months on top of a great orgasm, and it was quickly feeling like it was going to be one of the best ones you’ve ever had.

“Oh, fuck- yes, oh- Tony- fuck-! me!” You manage to scream out over your lack of breath, feeling his thrusts grow frantic. The determined mumbling he’s spouting over your ear becomes noise as your second orgasm crashes over you. Your ears are fuzzy but you can make out Tony proclaiming your name in ecstasy before he plops down on your back, causing your legs to fully give out.

You pant there, lying in sweat and regret, wanting to move just yet but knowing you have a lot of cleanup to do.

Tony shifts first, stroking your hair as he whispers once more, “So, was that a thorough fucking for you baby?”

Despite yourself, you laugh. Whether it was from the now spiraling guilt slowly ebbing away at your brain or that it was from the sudden feeling of loss in how to handle your new infidelity status, you didn’t know. You chalked it up to exhaustion.

Tony mumbles again, but you’re coherent enough to understand his words and nod, calmly lying there as he gets up.

You waited until the bare ass of Tony left your line of sight before you shot up like a lightning bolt, gathering your clothes and racing toward the elevator in one fluid motion.

You impatiently return to your room to inspect Tony’s damages in front of the floor-to-ceiling mirror, trying to ignore the aftersex glow you still had. Your hands trail over your naked body, taking note of the reddened marks with each twist and turn. Yep, that was definitely a hickey.

They halt on your thighs when you feel a searing pain there and your eyes grow wide, mouth hanging open with a hiss.

Oh fuck. You had beard burn. How the hell were you going to explain that to Steve? Covering them up was one thing- but the itching pain you were going to feel?

The cum inside you suddenly shifts downward and you instinctively clench to hold it in, cringing at yourself. Another man’s mess splattered on the carpet of your and your boyfriend’s room is not what you needed right now.

Biting the inside of your lip, you hurry to the connecting bathroom and wash yourself of the sexual encounter the best you can.

#moi writing #tony stark lemon #tony stark x reader #yandere tony stark #tony stark smut #yeh the citrus scale lives rent free in my brain #tony stark x reader smut #side note:#i had 3 gifs/image inspos on standby and i decided on the funny one because thats literally the plot in my brain #it's 2 hrs later and im still cackling at the ruins lives tag #i like to have fun here

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plantanarchy · 3 months

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My variegated lemon tree is blooming in my greenhouse and I hand-pollinated some flowers today. Citrus trees are one of my least favorite plants to care for but somehow this one hasn't annoyed me too much yet.

#it does have the start of a scale infestation but shockingly no spider mites #it needs a good prune too the poor thing is going to struggle if it gets lemons #i hate citrus because they acquire every pest and are sneaky about stabbing you #you go to pull of a yellow leaf and it gets ya #my plants

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not-poignant · 4 months

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I've just realised I'm now old enough that when I hear 'Citrus Scale' I no longer think of the Lemon/Lime/Orange categorisations that indicated how much smut was in a fic

I think of literal citrus scale that means I need to chop some branches off my lemon tree lsajfsa

#i don't have a lemon tree but still #this is what i think of #i am both old enough to know what the citrus scale is in fandom #and also think of plants first when i hear the words

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sourfacedlemon · 10 days

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"We Saw You from across the Bar and Really Dig Your Vibe" 🔒

Gifted to me for the Smut 4 Smut 2024 exchange!

Multiple illustrations of Achk Med-Beq, Lunae Minx and Anakin Skywalker for SourFacedLemon, made during Smut4Smut2024

Rating: Explicit

Chapters: 1/1

Fandom: Star Wars Prequel Trilogy

Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationship: Achk Med-Beq/Lunae Minx/Anakin Skywalker

Characters: Achk Med-Beq, Lunae Minx, Anakin Skywalker

Additional Tags: Digital Art, Fanart, Threesome - F/M/M, Service Top Anakin Skywalker, Explicit Sexual Content, Padawan Braids (Star Wars), Missing Scene From Star Wars: Attack of the Clones, Smut 4 Smut Exchange 2024, Smut

Collections: Smut 4 Smut 2024

#star wars #episode ii: attack of the clones #not safe for whales #citrus scale: lemon #anakin skywalker #achk med-beq #lunae minx #sw art rec #by lemon #smut 4 smut 2024 #sw fanart

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sndwave · 3 months

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I don't mind per se the usage of "spicy" as a semi-sanitized way of referring to sexual content in books but i do dislike how it has no real differentiation between "just barely past pg-13 fade-to-black" and "they fuck nasty in every single chapter in ways you never even heard of"

#...do i dare introduce the concept of the citrus scale to the booktok sphere.#even just the lime/lemon let alone anything more regional

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your-wine-dark-love · 1 year

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Imagine your f/o...

Taking you hard from behind. Your wailing moans and whimpers are muffled by the soft mattress, your fingers scratch uselessly at the bed, tangled up in the sheets again and again as you try to find purchase—try to find any possible foothold to keep you on this side of reality. Their hands are buried into the small of your back, gripping your waist and your hips so hard you're certain long, finger-shaped bruises will be left in their wake (and isn't that what you want, deep down inside).

Heavy, hot breaths beat down on the glistening skin of your back. The mattress dips and sways where their knees dig in to anchor themselves enough that their thrusts force into you like a knife. Penetrating, searing, slick, and stretching. You're nothing more than a sleeve of flesh for them like this, here to take them so deep you might burst, here to be pierced by every one of their gutteral cries and moans.

They chant your name, mutter that you're theirs, you've always been theirs, and you always will be. Who else could take you like this? Who else could break you in this delicious, ecstasy-laden way?

You almost snap right there when their body covers yours, pressing you down even firmer into the mattress as they continue pistoning in and out of you. They bite your shoulder, growling into your skin, yanking your hips up hard so their length hammers on you in that perfect way that feels like the melodic, falling hammers of piano keys.

They ask you if you're close, no—they command you to climax for them. To fall apart beneath them so they can roll around in your shattered euphoria. They're close too, don't you understand? Don't you want to help them? They want to feel your body sucking and tugging at them as you crest the edge so they can fill you up...mark you as theirs in their favorite way imaginable.

Go on...

Just like that.

#f/o imagines #imagine your f/o #self ship imagine #self shipping community #minors dni #scale: lemon

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aces-to-apples · 1 month

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"a kiss may be grand"🔒

Written for hollyand (@hollyand-writes) for Nobody Expects the Dragon Age Smutquisition 2024 (@dasmutquisition)!

When the cat's away and whatnot.

Rating: Explicit Category: F/M Relationships: Carver Hawke/Merrill (Dragon Age) Additional Tags: Dragon Age II - Act 1, Developing Relationship, Miscommunication, Sex Pollen, Aphrodisiacs, Vaginal Sex Words: 4,078 Collections: Nobody Expects the Dragon Age Smutquisition 2024

#dragon age ii #da fic #by apples #carver hawke #merrill #carverrill #nobody expects the dragon age smutquisition 2024 #not safe for whales #citrus scale: lemon #i had this post queued up and subsequently posted earlier today but then the authors reveals got delayed and i had to delete it lolwhoops

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historicfailure · 2 years

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Hi I wonder if Yamato is having a wet dream while he and his wife were sleep together and his wife saw his member start horny, will she want to suck it out while he is sleep? I’m so thirsty for that. Nsfw.

Sorry for taking so long! I hope you're still around and can enjoy those headcanons ^^

Yamato getting sucked off in his sleep by his wife:

It’s not often that Yamato is at home and is able to sleep with you in the same bed. That’s why you cherish those times even more so.

Waking up earlier as him is just as rare, and those two coincidences falling together is like meeting a unicorn: almost impossible.

But this morning, you indeed manage to wake up before your husband, who only sleeps in a pair of loose boxers, like always.

Blinking the sleep out of your eyes, you watch him for a bit.

Yamato favors sleeping on his back, one arm over his stomach, the other stretched out and dangling over the side of the bed.

It’s cute, and you’re about to cuddle up against his side to sleep some more when you spot… it.

The blanket tents just where his dick must be. At the sight, lust washes over you. Maybe, a little bit of morning sex would be just right.

But waking him up? No, the wicked idea crossing your mind is way better. The only question is: can you pull away the blanket to get to the source and execute your plan?

Ever so carefully, your hands sneak beneath the rim of the blanket. You pause when a grunt escapes Yamato, only to relax when he just wiggles a bit closer to you.

You manage to raise the blanket just enough to slip beneath. The scent of his body and sweat greets you, all intense and filling your lungs to every last crevice.

And there it is: your price. His dick stands at half-mast, all thick and groomed and delicious-looking. Your mouth waters just thinking about your next step.

Still careful and inching closer, you lower your head over his crotch. Overnight, his smell gets stronger, deeper, and almost rich. For a moment, you just watch the dick, which weakly twitches under your eyes. Then, you reach out, and your hand closes around the base of Yamato’s dick.

Hot, heavy and well-groomed. That’s your Yamato. Always well taken care off, shaved and clean. Lost in your admiration, your fingertips scratch over the thick vein at the underside of his dick. He twitches in his sleep, mumbling something under his breath.

You have to act quickly now. Soon, he will wake up. Smiling to yourself, you open your mouth and take the head of his dick between your lips. Only the very crown, then your mouth has to stretch a bit for his width.

Slowly, but surely, you take the tip in. For a moment, you let him rest on your tongue, the musk overwhelming your senses. Then, you go deeper, breathing deeply through your nose and stopping now and then.

Yamato is too thick to take into your mouth in one go. It takes some time, and you still struggle because it has been some time since you gave him a blowjob. But you want to surprise and please him (and most importantly: you want to see him come undone).

When his hand comes to grab the back of your head, you’re grateful and let out a long, guttural moan. Finally. Yamato woke up.

A wet, hot pussy. Just for him. Soft, warm skin. Always happy to be touched. You, with open arms and naked, your smile promising so many pleasures Yamato doesn’t know what to do first. He wants to gently hold and kiss you, he wants to suck small love bites into your skin, he wants to slide between your legs and rut into you until both of you can’t go on any longer. The lust inside him burns brightly, making him restless and anxious for the moment he is waiting for. His heart is pounding like crazy. Fuck, his dick is definitely reacting to the view, naked, willing and smiling full of love at him.

Then, suddenly, right before he can touch you, his dick twitches. Yamato looks down and sees another version of you, with your lips around his dick. Hot and wet, burning him to the very core, so much so a mighty tremble goes through his entire body. He can feel your tongue lapping away, following the vein on the underside of his dick he can only feel with his fingers. His toes curl up, and Yamato has to control himself to not just fuck into your mouth.

He knows how hard it is to take his dick down your throat. You’re always way too happy to oblige, but seeing you choke and sputter while he gains nothing but pleasure from your work doesn’t sit right with him. So, he reaches out, his hand hitting a blanket, then your hair and neck. His fingers lightly cup your head, which is answered with a long, delicious hum. The hum vibrates through your throat and his dick. So good. So nice. The next surge through his blood wakes him up.

His grip on the back of your head is light, but commanding. A shudder wanders down your spine, while molten heat runs through your veins and gathers in your middle. Fuck, you want him. Want him inside you, but first, you will taste him.

Just when your lips close around the base of his dick, the fingers around your head tighten.

“What… That feels… Fuuuck, don’t stop…”

His sleepy voice pleading for you to go on was music to your ears. The fingers in the back of your neck tightened, subconsciously pulling you closer and more onto his dick.

He was so thick that for a moment, you choked. A few deep breaths through your nose, and you relaxed, with his dick deep down your throat and your nose nestled in his pelvis.

Yamato sluggishly rolls his hips into your mouth. Not outright fucking your throat, but the promise of it lies on the horizon. Humming again, you crawl more over his lower body, so you can shore yourself on his thick thighs. Your fingers dig into his muscles, which he answers with a low grunt.

“I can’t hold on much longer.” His thighs faintly tremble beneath your touch. “Fuck… I love you.”

Coming up leaves your mouth and throat painfully empty. But you have to, because with your mouth full, you can’t tease him properly.

“What can I say? You’re looking like such a snack all the time, I couldn’t help but devour you.” A teasing kiss to the weeping tip of his dick, which jumps at the tender touch. “And go on. Fuck my mouth.”

While you talk, you gently caress his dick. The thin layer of your own spittle doesn’t last long, so you go slow and careful. Your thumb, index and middle finger meet just barely as you rub soothing strokes to the base, the knuckles of the other fingers tease the curve of his balls.

One last teasing grin into his sleepy, half-lidded eyes, then you go back to deepthroat him. This time, it’s easier going down, and when you encourage him to grip your head tighter, the wetness between your legs is proof of how much you love the situation you’re in.

“This…” His fingers thread into your hair, gentle caress and warning at the same time. “This is the best morning I had in a while.”

Yamato fucks in short jabs to get you accustomed to his strength. Then, his strokes grow longer, harder, a bit more painful to your throat. His breaths become heavier, almost desperate, and the grip on your head would bruise if he wouldn’t relax his hands from time to time.

It’s so hot to feel him lose himself in your mouth. Only a few whimpers and chokes escape you, the rest is muffled by either his dick or his pelvis smothering your face.

Only when his entire body tenses up beneath your hands, you know he is close. So, you continue to suck, hollow your cheeks, with your tongue lapping away at his twitching dick, and wait for him to reach his peak.

And what a peak it is. Yamato’s entire body seizes up, his hands pulling you deep down onto his dick, making subconsciously sure that you would swallow every single drop of his burning hot seed.

You can feel every drop running down your throat, filling your mouth and nearly overflowing, but as dutifully as you can, you swallow everything he gives you.

The only things in the room loud enough to overcome your heart beat are his labored breath and the wet pop as you finish him off with a last, gratifying ‘pop’ of your mouth when you pull back from him.

“I definitely should surprise you more like that in the morning.”

Needless to say, Yamato returns the favor by eating you out until your legs shake and the next time you are there to witness some morning wood of his, you will definitely try again to suck him off.

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