to be the one the others whisper about. you are not his first wife, or his newest, and yet he totes you around like a prized jewel. no matter how the others try to win his favor -with sex and beauty and promises for first born sons- its you that sleeps next to him every night. it's you that he feeds by hand. it's you that he works both of his cocks into-
"Mai asked for my child last night," Sukuna says, as he strips your dress from your body. You don't resist or help, you simply let him do as he wishes, "Begged me for it with her legs around my waist."
This surprises you. You are not delusional enough to think he doesn't lay with the other wives, but he never speaks of it with you.
"Did you, my lord?" your voice dips with disappointment.
Sukuna barks out a laugh and his arm snaps out to grip at your jaw.
"I came down her throat and told her-" He draws you in by the neck, harsher than he's ever handled you, as he mimics how he treated the younger wife - "This is the only way you'll ever have my seed in your stomach."
His other hands are caressing and pinching and groping, one of them forcing three thick fingers into the cleft of your pussy. The tips of his fingers remain at the entrance, waiting.
"Oh, my king," you pretend not to be happy about this, "How cruel."
"She knows better-- they all do." He seethes. Through the thick cloth of his pants, you can feel two thick shapes hardening.
"This is the only cunt deserving of my cum." Those ringers press in, only a knuckle deep and yet enough to make your knees buckle, "Your womb is the only I plan on filling.
“t-tooru slow down” your whimpers left dull on his ear, oikawa raises his level of vision back to your disheveled face. “c-can’t help it angel—pussy so fuckin’ good” oikawa throws his head back, earthy orbs clouded into a pitch black haze, and oikawa is struggling—hips so sloppily drilling into your cunt. he’s thinking of the aftermath, your hole spilling out his cum and the wettness—how fucking wet and warm your hole will be when he pumps another and another load inside you. “fuck!” your ears vibrate against the shrill moan he echoes through the room, oikawa drags his body back down mindlessly pounding into you. a high—the ecstasy laced bliss induced from his raw—untouched cock dragging against your velvet walls. and the tightness—have you always been this tight? he can’t stop thinking of those fucking thoughts. how much cum could you really take though? would oikawa have to push it back in or just pump another load? the questions pile up while oikawa feels your pussy clench around him and that’s where everything goes numb. a shiver that starts at the back of his neck, crawling it’s way to his cock and he finally—fills your cunt to the brim, gasping when he’s quick to pull out. opals mesmerized by his seed oozing out of your messy hole and oikawa is already pushing his cum right back in with his cock because what’s a better way to make it stick then with another pretty white load?
꒰ KENMA ꒱
kenma inhales a long drawn out breath, steadily hoisting you over his cock, he flickers his eyes to you before casting his gaze back down—he wants to watch his bare cock disappear inside your pussy, something that’s been taunting his mind for awhile. “s-shit” kenma groans, brows furrowed while you sink down completely, pink dusts his cheeks and kenma’s body falls limb under you. he’s’ mortified how much his cock is twitching, swelling at the head while he just basks in this newfound feeling. once a singe of nerves coats kenma’s arm, he immediately throws it over his face gasping when you start to bounce on his cock. kenma can’t look at you right now, it’d be too much. one thing is going raw with nothing but your slick guiding his cock inside your spongey walls but it’s another just to see you. your fingers gripping against your mounds, hips faultlessly moving to a sedate pace while your slick paints his thighs. kenma eyes knock white under his arm, slinging the limb aside to cast it on your hip, “god your pussy is so fucking good” kenma stutters, dragging your cunt on his length. he almost looks disoriented—the way his face has grown a sheen sheet of sweat, cheeks bright pink and his lips—so pretty and glossy, puffy and small gusts of air excluding from it. “don’t stop please, don’t even wanna cum” kenma screws his eyes shut, he’ll relish this feeling in his mind—carelessly bouncing you on his cock. and even if he’s came, he won’t stop—even if his cock is spent, tip so sensitive and aching for amity, kenma cannot simply stop—not when it feels this fucking good.
꒰ SAKUSA ꒱
sakusa is calm—collecting his composure as he reels his hips back before crashing into your cunt. he holds his breath, starting to pump slowly. he exhales this time, cupping a hand on your cheek with a soft circle on your delicate skin. “so pretty” he grunts, shifting his weight so he’s able to rut deeper and slither his other hand down to your puffy clit. he’s not going to lie to himself that going without a condom feels fucking good right now but he’s not falling over—not yet. the clench of your cunt and sakusa hisses through his teeth, jaw slack as he continues his strokes. “s-stop doing that” sakusa warns, gripping the pad harder on your cheek, “you don’t know how bad i want to fuck you hard and cum so deep in this pussy right now” he warns, faint feelings of your cunt milking him dry. sakusa rubs quicker, causing your orgasm to rise to the surface and you’re gripping him harder, nails scraping across his chest, legs trembling under him. “you’re wet, so fucking wet” sakusa gasps, rolling his hips and entranced by the lewd sounds sloshing from your cunt, the juices dripping around the base of his cock, slathering his balls. sakusa’s fingers slide across your bud and it’s a chemical reaction—toes curling, back arching and you’re creaming around his cock and that’s—that’s when sakusa loses all self control he ever had. “oh f-fuck” sakusa slams his head against your shoulder, eyes sealing close while he can just imagine the mess his cock is welcomely ramming in with a brutal force. sakusa was calm but now, he’s fucking you with no direction, obliviously finding solace in cumming in your hole.
꒰ SUNA ꒱
suna feels like he can’t breathe, lungs persuading blue as he buries his cock in your hole, head tipping over and crashing into your neck suna only lets out a whimper. “p-princess” he mumbles in your skin, shakily gripping your thighs and spreading them apart, “i think im gonna cum” and suna feels pathetic leaking his sticky seed in your velvet walls. whines coating your neck, the mess accumulating on your thighs, you can call out his name but suna won’t answer—almost like he’s mute, mouth filled with gasps and gurgles and his cock—swelling and dragging along your walls. he knows it’s not enough—just once, suna needs more reeling his hips back to push the cum deeper and deeper. “s-so good for me—fuck—pussy made for me” suna is barely moving, hips shifting on their own as he continues pulling airy moans to the surface. struggling to hold on to your body while he dives headfirst into another high, senses overcoming by pure desire—he’s chasing another tranquil abyss. knees digging into the sheets below you, arms wrapped around your body and his face pressed firmly against the crevice of your neck. he can’t go back now, if a condom was withholding all of this mind fucking feelings then he’d rather become abstinence, diving harder into another orgasm washing through his body and suna is nothing but a withering mess.
꒰ ATSUMU ꒱
“you gonna lose it as soon as i put my cock in your pussy” atsumu sneers, gripping the plush of your thighs and scooting you closer to his stiff, bare cock. your hands find homage on his shoulders, atsumu grabs a handful of your ass lifting you on his length. he doesn’t realize the heat cascading from your cunt, your folds brushing across his cockhead, “oh.” his fingers bleed into your thighs, eager hips bouncing subconsciously on his cock—sliding down till your flush against his lap. “jesus fucking christ angel” atsumu bottoms out releasing a sultry moan, “you been hiding this perfect pussy from me this whole time? fuck.” atsumu wishes he could just keep you still, allow his cock to immerse in your sweet juices, tight velvet walls milking him dry, caresses your skin with his tongue—keep his fingers dancing on the skin but atsumu just can’t do that. he has to feel more—his hips bucking up, cock curving against your spongy spot and you’re unraveling, whimpering when atsumu takes the plunge and rams his cock harder upwards inside you. “want me to fill this pussy up, huh? feel my cum in your tummy for fucking days?” atsumu eyes grow dark, dropping the facade of pussy drunk and fully feral, leaning down to sink his teeth into your neck and slamming a hand down to move your hips harder on him, “never gonna fuck you with anything else but my raw cock princess, fuckin’ perfect for me”
꒰ KITA ꒱
kita feels like a house in a hurricane, surges of pleasure coursing through his body like vicious gusts of wind. he shakily keeps his hands on your hips, afraid he’d succumb to the brutal force of just a minor breeze. “i’m gonna move now angel” kita lips part at the words, gaining control as his hips start to move to a steady rhythm—your moans and mewls guide him to pump his cock harder but he’s getting carried away. he tightens his grip on your flesh, groaning as you bounce on his lap. kita is starting to tremble, tongue poking out to run across his bottom lip, chest caving in when your pussy gushes around his cock—“f-feels good, so fuckin’ good” kita chokes out, body vibrating to every clench of your cunt. he feels his heartbeat in his ears, blood rushing through to every fiber of his body but especially in his cock, buried so deep in your cunt but he wants deeper and deeper. kita is drifting away, falling apart to the tattered winds, your slick coating his balls, coloring his pale thighs and finally your cunt creaming his cock, “fuck i’m about to cum— c-can’t hold on anymore” kita moans out, already painting your gummy walls with white ribbons and he’s left nothing but shambles yet that one time fucking you raw—just quite isn’t enough.
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Head empty just thoughts of Shoyo with his pillow princess.
- warnings: fem!reader, vaginal penetration, overstimulation, praise kink, scratching, breeding, creampies. all characters included are 20+.
Here me out, Shoyo absolutely adores you, his cute little pillow princess. He’s someone that lives to please, and he sure does a good job at it. Doesn’t even mind that you’re so pliant in bed. In fact he prefers to be the one in control. Adores the pornographic moans you let fall from your plump lips as he’s balls deep inside you, determined to breed you full - as he fucks into you at an insatiable pace. Drives him mad when you leave scratches across his back while he has you in a mating press, he even brags about them to the rest of the team when they ask. Absolutely can’t get enough of the way your walls constrict and squeeze against his thick, long cock - threatening to milk him for all he’s worth. Oh, and he sure is vocal about his adoration as well, constantly praising you and letting you know just how good your cunt feels. He ends up overstimulating the both of you by accident, you just feel so good.. he couldn’t help it. Even when it starts to hurt, he doesn’t let up - making sure he’s completely emptied everything in his heavy breeder balls. When he’s done? He stares at your thoroughly used hole in amazement, watching how his seed seeps out of you in thick globs. It’s enough to have him ready for another round.
make me *cough* cum *cough* in just two or three sentences with shoyo’s name in it.
content: f!reader, grinding, morning sex, it's a lil rough, a few slaps on your ass, cumming inside. note: alright this is not one sentence but allow me to share a thought with you!
—｡˚ ♡ shoyo just never wants to let you go.
been thinking so hard about hinata shoyo who wakes up early saturday morning, knowing he's got a practise and a check up with his nutritionist to go to, plus a physical assessment with iwaizumi in the evening, that he cant afford to miss.
he's got a game coming up in the next week, and all of the preparations are necessary. and while he does love the building thrill of getting ready for an oncoming match, he cant help but feel upset as he switches off his alarm and sits up.
it's been a long week, and now his weekend's going to be spent away from you, too :(
"baby," he calls you softly, placing a hand on your hip and shaking gently. you're dressed in only one of his tshirts and your panties, and your figure looks so pretty, so inviting, as you lay there, back to him, the curves and lines of your body highlighted by the morning glow coming through the window. "baby, wake up?"
"mmh?" there's a mumble from you in answer after the third shake, and you roll over, sleepy eyes blinking up at him, cheek creased with lines from the wrinkled pillow you were laying on. "shoyo? g'morning... what's wrong?"
you're so sweet ;( so cute when you look up at him like that, all hazy eyed with the dream you were just having, words slurred with the cloudy feel of having just woken up. "need you, baby." he urges, because he thinks he might be too tired to have you later, when he comes home tonight.
you might even be asleep by the time he gets back, the way you were last night, when he'd walked into the bedroom to see you cuddled up under the covers, one hand between your legs, the other pressed to your lips — as if you'd fallen asleep touching yourself, whispering his name out for no one to hear.
your eyes skirt down his shirtless figure, sleepily tracing the muscle of his chest and abs, before you focus on his cock, already hard under his shorts. he palms at it, gives you an insistent whine, voice raspy with sleep. "please, sweetheart? need you on my cock :("
"now?" you ask, but you sit up anyway, and the pout on his face disappears immediately, replaced with a bright, eager grin as he takes your hips and pulls you into his lap. "sho—"
"shhh," he sighs happily, lips landing on your throat as he breathes in your scent, a hint of sweetness still on your skin from the bath you'd taken last night, the smell of your soap still lingering on you along with a whiff of his own deod and cologne, that's on his tshirt.
it makes his cock go harder still, and he groans, lifting his hips up a little to meet your clothed pussy, giggling at the moan the contact pulls from you. "miss this pussy," he whispers, hot on your neck. "let me have it?"
"'s all yours," you tell him, hands fumbling to grab onto his shoulders, his heavy biceps, trying to maintain balance as he rocks you up and down, the friction of his cock on your clit getting harder and harder as he slowly, steadily increases his pace. "just—take it already, baby."
"so impatient," hinata coos, eyes bright as they watch your face, smiling and landing a kiss on your chin when you give him a scowl. "baby's been needy for me, huh?"
"yes," you gasp, as he finally gets one hand between your legs, pulling aside your panties and resting the fat tip of his cock at your entrance. it's hot, how he's teasing your folds with his length, taking it in his fist and running his head up 'n down your slit, making you go all wet and messy within minutes. "yes, please, you're never home anymore."
"aw, baby, dont say that :(" he mumbles, letting go of his cock — which of course, ellicits an indignant keen from you — to grab the back of your neck instead, bringing you close to touch his forehead against yours. "i'm sorry 'bout that, alright? promise i'll be with you every second of every day, once the season's out. we'll go on vacation together."
"wherever i want?" your lashes flutter as you look down, wishing he didnt have one hand cupped around your ass, holding you up, so you couldnt sink down on his cock just yet, despite how badly you wanted to.
"wherever you want." he promises, and kisses you, the taste of your sleep mingling with eachother as he finally slips his cock into your cunt, and his mouth parts against yours to let out a whispered curse.
fuck, his cock is so thick — so fat and heavy as it slides in through your entrance, stretching out your gummy, velvet walls and moulding you to the shape of it instantly, as he bottoms out; the feeling of being stuffed so full and well is new all over again, after having missed it for over a whole damn week.
the stretch is so, so good. "ah— shoyo!"
"i've got you, sunshine." he sighs, giving you an experimental cant of his hips up, nudging his cock in even deeper, and you moan, falling into him as you struggle to adjust to him all at once. "fuck, s' tight. gonna make me cum within minutes, arent you?"
"hhh— slow, slow." you gasp, lips against the shell of his ear as one of your hands climb up to tangle through the bright, fiery curls of his hair. "cant take s'much like this."
"you'll be fine," he squeezes at your ass, before giving the soft flesh a slap — it's hardly any of his spiker's strength, but it still makes you flinch, still makes the plush skin burn. "haah! shoyo, fuck!"
he laughs, the sound so sweet in contrast to the sudden change in how he's fucking up into you—
tightening his hold on your body, he starts a faster pace, every thrust of his thick cock into your cunt making your pussy squelch, making you gasp with how he knocks the air from your lungs with his strength. "told me this pussy's all mine, mhm, baby? let me fuck it how i want."
your nails dig little crescent shapes into the tan, rosy skin of his shoulders, a part of your mind wondering how the hell hinata can so easily switch from slowly grinding his hard-on against your clothed clit to bouncing you up and down on his lap like this — fucking you senseless right after you'd both woken up, so early in the morning that the sun is barely off the horizon yet.
"hah, shit," he moans, voice both raspy and pitchy at the same time, tilting his head back as his movements get desperate. "g'na cum, baby, g'na cum."
he's hot against you, sweat glistening across his pectorals as his chest rises and falls with the depth of his breathing, thighs slick with your wetness as you drip down on him, embarrassingly wet—
then, he tilts his body in and makes you lean into him, grabs you by the back of your neck once more so he can pull you into a kiss, steamy and sloppy with unfiltered need — "cumming, baby," he groans, voice hoarse with pleasure. "g'na fill you all up— fuck."
and as he cums, painting your walls in thick, warm white, he slams into you hard enough to push you over the edge with him.
his drooling tip hits your favourite spot, and when he knows he's found it by your moan, he rolls his hips up, hitting it again and again as he leaks cum into you, the excess dripping out and smearing your thighs and his.
"cum with me, sweetheart," hinata breathes, and you do.
you cum, the clench and flutter of your pussy around his cock so tight, sucking him in all the way with his next sloppy thrust upwards — so tight, hugging him so well, it's like your pussy's telling him to stay with you, like your pussy never wants to let him go.
"fuck, baby." he hisses through gritted teeth, though you haven't said anything, and captures your lips in another messy kiss.
he watches the stars in your eyes, the blissed out expression you wear, and groans, "don't wanna ever fuckin' let you go, either."
The sound of rain pattering against your window brought you back to reality. Your strong husband had a week of break after his team won overall gold at the Summer Olympics.
He had been so high strung since their incredible victory, and very horny too.
The news reporters insisted people stay dry, but he kept you soaking wet. Talk about marathon sex.
"F-Fuck babe, slow down!"
Your nails dug into the strong muscles in his back as you clung to him, trying to ground yourself as he pounded into your poor pussy. The wet sounds of skin slapping, and the head board slamming against the wall filled the room, his hips meeting your ass at an brutal pace.
You hardly registered the feeling of him pinning your knees against your chest until the change of angle had you seeing stars, loud moans of ecstasy spilling from between your swollen lips.
You feel yet another orgasm building quickly, and you know your husband can feel it too. His thrusts become sloppy and loud groans and grunts came slipping from between his plump lips.
"Fuck baby girl, feel so fucking good f'me."
His words only draw you closer to your high, shocks of pleasure shooting through your body, leaving you shaking in his strong arms.
Your borderline pornographic moans fill the room, manicured nails dragging down his back as you cream around his cock.
Your mind feels fuzzy, hardly recognizing the feeling of his lips pressing gentle kisses onto your skin.
"Did so good f'me baby. Just one more round okay honey?"
Jing Yuan covets the fact he knows you better than anyone else. It’s unfortunate for him that plum wine makes you sweeter and more honest, revealing a piece of yourself he hasn’t considered.
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a/n: jing yuan has rotted my brain i need him so badly fr fr :salute: enjoy!!
It's rare for Jing Yuan to see you this way. So carefree, so weightless, so unabashed, despite the many bodies around you and looks that your display is inevitably drawing. Jing Yuan is too old to care for decorum in this setting, it's a party after all. Though he'll only nurse a drink or two during the evening, lest lose himself, he appreciates seeing his compatriots enjoy themselves.
He wasn't expecting you to partake as much as you have, though.
Jing Yuan has been counting your drinks— five, sipping on a sixth (some plum wine that he’s sure has a taste that will linger on your lips. He wants nothing more than to find out himself). You'll undoubtedly have a headache in the morning. He's less concerned about that (he'll treat you well, he always does, the lovesick fool he is). You rarely drink so much, usually just stealing sips from his glass and remaining sober by his side, so it's quite the treat for him to see you lose yourself in this way.
You cling to his arm, cheek pressed into his shoulder as you listen to Fu Xuan drone about a trivial bit of gossip. Jing Yuan entertains her, and you watch them both, entranced. Lips parted and a bit chapped, cheeks flushed, with a thigh thrown over his own. You're rarely so affectionate with him in public, or anywhere other than your home. You insist upon decorum, but after your third drink, it's been thrown out the window. You're practically in his lap.
At the thought, Jing Yuan tests his luck. It takes no effort for him to wrangle you over his thighs, and you throw an arm around his neck, pressing the other over his chest. You bear your weight into him. It's horribly precious of you.
Though your relationship isn't a secret, it's something you don't answer common questions about. Even if Tingyun tries to twist your arm for information on the general, you always skillfully decline (or, tell her off with equally flowery words. It's impressive to watch considering he's well aware of the other contexts you use such vocabulary and tone in— in war rooms at the side of long tables, or while sitting over his hips, smearing spit across his lips.)
You gasp at something Fu Xuan says. Jing Yuan squeezes around your hip. When your flesh gives way under his grip, Jing Yuan sees stars. It's so rare he gets to indulge in this way. He'll milk it for all its worth.
You're unaware of it— the gazes that you draw, from colleagues, foes, strangers. Jing Yuan is terribly attuned to it. You'd probably be alarmed if you knew the extent to which Jing Yuan is acutely aware of each wayward glance or longing look you receive. You have admirers. Your lack of public acknowledgment of your relationship (besides the engagement rings you both wear. Identical, cast in the same metal, sharing halves of the same stone) allows room for it.
Jing Yuan never lets them get far. For how little you both say of it, he isn't shy about standing closer to you than anyone else. Inviting you to the seat of divine foresight, whenever he bothers to actually be there. He asks for you on daily walks and you're the only other person his finches will eat from the hand of.
If an admirer of yours doesn't get the message after such clear signals, Jing Yuan takes a more direct approach. A hand on the small of your back, leveling you a gaze that screams 'I will be splitting you open on my cock the first moment you allow me' in an open market for all to see, or making eye contact with said suitor and provide them a particular hardened, venomous look that Jing Yuan's only been able to forge through time and his feelings for you.
He'd never considered himself a possessive man before you.
Look at what you've done to him, made him selfish and desperate at your hand.
Jing Yuan has little to lose. You've finished your sixth drink. He kisses your jaw— just a drag of the lips over the curve of it. He feels you give a full-bodied shudder, balling up his robe in your fist.
He’d never considered himself needy either, but with you, he is. He hides it well. He doesn't even think you know, though you could see it if you looked hard enough.
"Dearest," he speaks against your ear, only for you to hear. "May I take you home?"
You turn to pout at him. He's patient, horribly, perhaps to a detriment at times— but you're testing him.
"Noooo, not yet!" You whine. "The party's so nice and Fu Xuan's fun when she's tipsy."
You hide a giggle behind your palm, and you don't see the way Fu Xuan bristles behind you.
"Can I convince you?" Jing Yuan asks you. He squeezes your inner thigh. He'd put his hand to your skin directly if he could, if he didn't value your modesty—
(Though, perhaps he's been entertaining the thought of having you in a courtyard for the past half hour. Who is to say.)
You hum, thoughtful, "You will have to be very persuasive. I'm enjoying myself thoroughly."
"Noted. You know I can be."
"Hmmm... I'm listening."
Jing Yuan hums, "Such things would be better discussed in private. Take a walk with me?"
You frown, "I don't want to get up."
"I'll carry you."
"You wouldn't—" you flush at that. Jing Yuan cups your face so he can feel your cheeks heat.
"I would. Happily, in fact."
You shouldn't be surprised when he rises with you in his arms, only depositing you back to the ground when you squeal and squirm. You still grab his hand as you depart from the crowded party room. Jing Yuan feels each gaze that follows them. He rubs over the ring on your left hand.
Jing Yuan takes you to an overlook. The city is deserted so late. There's no need for his knights to be stationed so close to the celebration, considering the amount of soldiers teeming just inside.
He crowds you against the railing, slowly, leveraging you with a hand on your side. He'd never let you fall, especially when you sway with the drinks you've had.
"You've been so sweet this evening." Jing Yuan noses down the line of your throat.
"Am I not sweet every evening?"
"You are, of course." Jing Yuan could spend days, months— years even, telling you in all the ways. He's long since become accustomed to the unique heartache you give him— like a wound that never heals or a bruise that will never yellow. The only way to soothe it is with your words, your touch, your presence in his bed and by his side— and wrapped around his arm when you so cutely drink yourself into a stupor. "It's rare that I get to see you partaking in the way you have. It's lovely to see you enjoy yourself. I simply wish to enjoy you myself. If you don't wish to return all the way home, I happened to see a few spare rooms—"
"Jing Yuan!" You tug at his hair. He suppresses a moan. "That would be— indecent. And unbecoming of someone of your rank."
"My rank is unmoving and unchanging, regardless of any sweet sounds I could draw from you. But, I suppose, you are quite the shy thing, aren't you—?"
"You're awful." You say with no bite. You kiss him stupid and Jing Yuan feels stupid. He never feels undone or outwitted, but you silence him so easily. A few touches and he's nothing. "Scoundrel."
"And, you love me for it."
"Well, yes, of course." You assure him and nip at his bottom lip. "Enough to want to marry you, in fact."
"So, you'll allow me to walk you home and keep you from work tomorrow?"
"Why would you keep me from work?"
"I don't expect you to be walking with any ease when I’m finished with you." Jing Yuan, perhaps, desires to mark your neck as well. It's a rare thing, and when he does, he revels in the way you futz with your collar all day to try and hide them. He thinks he'll give you one that you can't hide, right over your pulse point.
"How do I know you're not just trying to get out of those meetings that are on the books for tomorrow morning?" You bat at his chest, a smile burgeoning on your lips. He's got you.
"I only wish to spend the rest of the evening pleasuring you." He lilts his voice and squeezes lower on your hips. "Does my lover not trust me?"
You bury your face in his chest and shudder. He chuckles, running a palm over your hair, cupping the back of your neck. So easily undone, choice words and you unravel.
"You make me think all these weird things."
"Weird how?" He asks, already cajoling you into linking arms, matching your stride.
"I— I've been having this thought and I can't get it out of my head." You avoid looking at him and Jing Yuan’s interest is piqued.
"Will you share with me?"
"It's... embarrassing. And lewd."
"Dear," he presses your ring into your finger. "I have promised myself to you in all ways. If it's a desire you have, I want nothing more than to hear and indulge it."
"You're spoiling me."
"You're avoiding telling me what has plagued you so." Jing Yuan reminds you.
You pause and chew on your words.
Jing Yuan is... curious. Your desires are not a mystery to him. You've been forthright with your wants, and he has in turn, and very little has been vetoed. If anything, you've given him much to think about. You occupy his thoughts in a way that is probably distracting, but so close to retirement— he can let himself daydream about a future where keeping you in bed and flush to him is his only job.
"It's just that—" You shift from foot to foot. You're not far from home now, and you drag your feet. "That, you know? We'll have forever, and it makes me think about all the stuff from before that."
He hums. You've revealed fragments to him, unpleasant bits of the past you've moved beyond.
"And like... What if— Just. Maybe. I think about it sometimes." You kick the metal and stone at your feet. "I think about you being my first. I'm gonna be with you forever, you know? I wish you could just unmake me, and take me for the first time."
Jing Yuan stalls. Almost stumbles. He catches himself by the barest fringes of his finesse because Aeons and stars, what the fuck did you just say—?
(He considers himself an expert in you. He knows your mood, the way your skin changes with the artificial weather and your favorite fruits, and how you best like them cut. He knows the ways to curl his fingers inside you to bring you climax within just moments or hours, if he so deigns.)
(Yet, he never knew this desire. Never considered it. Foresight means nothing when you obscure his vision in the same way a comet's tail bursts as it hits solid atmosphere— blinding and forged with wishes.)
"Jing Yuan? Are you okay?" You ask him, voice gone soft and timid. "Was that... bad?"
"No." Jing Yuan steels himself. He has much to consider. He must act. He scoops you into his arms and throws you over his shoulder.
"Hey!" You let out a little ‘oof’ and pound on his back. "What's this for? If you're upset with me, just say it."
"You didn't upset me at all." He runs a hand over the back of your thighs, his palm coming to rest over your ass. "The opposite, actually overjoyed. You've been so gracious, I couldn't possibly let you tire yourself out with a walk home, could I?"
He squeezes a cheek and feels his cock twitch at the squeak you let out.
He's going to ruin you, he decides. Perhaps not now, but another night. If you wish him to rewrite a poor memory, your first, he will. He wants you dead sober for it.
"... Why do I feel like you're thinking really hard?" you slap his ass and he snorts. "You're scheming. I can tell."
"Only planning, dear. I promise it's in your best interest."
It's all he thinks about as he sets you on the threshold of your shared home. He feeds you rice with egg and tuskpir belly and it’s all he fucking thinks about. He fucks you stupid and drooly and full into the sheets, and it consumes him.
He intertwines his fingers with yours as he fucks into you from behind. His cock hasn't even been this hard, he thinks, it almost hurts. You make the sweetest sounds below him, sticky tears clumping your lashes as you squeeze his hand back. Every thrust pushes you into the mattress. He's blowing out your back, surely. He knows the ache you'll have in the morning and he'll chase it away.
He presses his chest to your back, licking up your neck and stilling the cant of his hips. You breathe in time.
"I'll take you like it's your first time— I'd love nothing more." He licks over a high patch of skin on your neck. "We can even play pretend, if you'd like. Would you like to be a blushing virgin who's never taken cock before?"
You laugh, tilting your head back to bonk into his, "Sounds like you'd just like to corrupt my hypothetical innocence."
"And if I did?" Jing Yuan speaks so seriously that it stills you. He thinks of every set of eyes that looked at you that evening, every ogling glance that traced a figure that is only his. He bites down into the flesh of your neck, sucking a bruise so dark it'll last for days. "If I want to undo you and be the only one who's ever fucked you, seen you like this, would I be wrong to? I think that you may even enjoy that."
You let out a shaking breath. Your cunt squeezes like a vice around his cock and he groans into the mark he's branded on you.
"You're going to ruin me." You smother your voice into the sheets as he picks up his pace. The slap of skin is wet, you're drenched, it's filthy and Jing Yuan never wants it to end. Perhaps he should rethink his views on immortality.
"I am." He will. It's a promise, a vow that's sealed with the faltering rhythm of his hips and the way he spills inside of you. He eats himself out of your cunt, until you're cumming on his tongue and thrashing against the hold he keeps on your hips.
Jing Yuan feels so pleased when he finally lays down at your side after wiping you down. You doze, rolling into his warmth the moment he's under the covers.
He will ruin you. He will reshape you for him, if that's your desire.
He keeps a hand between your sticky thighs and pushes his spent that dribbles from your cunt back inside you.
꒰ 12:17 A.M. ꒱ ❛ drunk!aomine daiki x reader ༉‧₊˚✧
𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐊 at your phone screen, adjusting to the light coming of it in your dark bedroom, swiping the answer phone button. when you receive a drawled, “hey dummy,” whatever tiredness you were feeling moments prior is suddenly gone.
immediately, you can tell the man on the other end not sober. you smile at your friend’s deep tone. “hey stupid,” you greet back in amusement. “you still out with the guys?”
at your question, aomine seems to grumble under his breath, making laughter bubble in your throat.
“that bad, hm?”
“nah, nah.” in between his word’s there’s a slight muffle, probably from him rubbing a hand over his face. “we had a lot and half o’ them are annoying drunk. so i escaped.”
“escaped? where to? the bar’s bathroom?”
“no,” aomine answers your teasing tone with a clipped remark. “i’m in the back by the pool tables.” there’s a pause before a thoughtful, “you suck at pool.”
you nod grimly, though he can’t see. “always an honest one. you can’t just once sugar coat an answer?”
“sugar coating is for loser, loser.”
nice to know he’s still just as insulting while under the influence. still, you smile at his words.
“alright well, the boy’s’ll be searching for you soon,” you say, recalling kise’s character and guessing he was a few minutes away from gathering an aominecchi search party. “thanks for the check in. get home safe, okay?”
“wait, don’t hang up so soon,” aomine grunts and you can just imagine the deep(er) furrow of his brows as his mouth lifts into a frown. “still wanna talk to you.”
“i am your most interesting friend albeit a dummy, aren’t I?” you ask, confident sigh leaving your lips. a yawn escapes you as you switch on the bedside lamp next to you, further squinting at the sudden contrast of light. he doesn’t answer your question, and if it weren’t for the buzzing background noise of the bar across the line, you’d think he hung up. “aomine-?”
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