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soichiro x f!reader/ nsfw/ ramble/ short/ breeding/ reader tied up gagged/ lots of sweat/ very sweet soichiro/ he just wants a family ya know?
“Mmmm, you feel so good baby. Are you feeling good sweet heart? I wanna get you pregnant baby. I want you to have my babies, princess.”
Soichiro is fucking you slowly. Shallow thrusts only putting half of his cock in. Teasing himself. You’re tied to his bed posts facing down. A gag in your mouth. Your legs are spread wide and he’s been coming in you for almost two hours. Once you told him you wanted to get married he’s been insatiable in bed. Obsessed with breeding you. Your pussy is swollen from how long he’s been fucking you. Your ass is covered in sweat and a mixture of your cum and his. Your ass cheeks plump and red with his hand prints.
“I gotta fuck my cum into you baby. I don’t want any to go to waste.” he’s breathing like he’s running a marathon. Sweating so much but the sight of your leaking, gripping pussy coating his cock in your wetness and his cum is keeping him going. Your moans making his length twitch. “I’m so happy baby. I’m so happy I get to do this to you.” He’s sincere and his voice is honey sweet. His white hair sticking to his face.
He lowers himself on top of you. You’re both so slick with sweat he’s practically sliding on you. “I’m gonna cum again, princess.” he’s by your ear. He kisses your sweat soaked neck “We’re gonna have such a big family.” you moan as you feel his hand glide between your legs. “You want that baby?” his thrusting gets deeper. His other hand reaching for yours tied to a post. His dick kissing your cervix. His fingers rubbing your swollen overstimulated clit. “My wife.” his balls tighten. His cock getting harder inside you as he’s getting closer to his release. You feel your pussy tighten as your orgasm starts to get closer too. “Please get pregnant baby. Please.” he breathes harshly into your ear. Your eyes roll back, toes and legs tense, you grip his hand, and you cry out but your gag muffles it as you cum on his cock again. “Yes princess-“ he gives one last thrust as he spills his seed into your already swollen womb. “I love you so much.” he whimpers out. He keeps rubbing your delicate clit making your mind go blank. You don’t feel anything except him. Your orgasm is making you buckle under his weight but he stays steady. He’s still coming, grinding the head of his dick deep into you. You’ll have triplets at this rate. The pressure is so good you swear you’re made just for him to use as he pleases. He finally pulls the gag from your mouth. “Tell me princess. Tell me you want this everyday.”
You know he means it. His eyes begging, looking at you as if you would deny him anything. You can’t form words anymore but manage to moan out a yes. He smiles and kisses your cheek. “Thank you baby.” He turns your head to face him and kisses you slowly. It’s so messy, sweaty and wet. His expression is so tender. “I love you so much.”
He trails kisses down your back while your mind is still in a haze. You feel him untying you. You feel yourself starting to pass out from the exhaustion. “Oh no sweetheart not yet. Please?” he helps you roll over and sit up and rest on him. You groan. You’re sticky, sweaty, and you can feel his cum pooling between your legs on the bed.
“Soichiro…” you whisper. Not because you mean to but your voice is tired from moaning and crying out. “I can’t anymore.” Your whole body is tender. You feel a sort of cozy vibration all through out. It’s pleasant but fuck you need a break. His face looks genuinely disappointed but he can’t argue with you. Instead he nuzzles your ear. “Tomorrow then?”
“Soichiro!”
“Sorry. I’ll run a bath for us.” he kisses your forehead.
anon request: taking togame and umemiya at the same time
+ cw. fem! reader, no pronouns, double penetration (spit roasting), threesome, porn with implied feelings lol, implied polyamory, masturbation, edging, biting, slight voyeurism (umemiya), slight fluffy intermission and some competition between the two, 800+ words
♥︎ 18+ ONLY ♥︎ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT ♥︎
Lucky you.
You bagged two men whose attention is almost always entirely on you- men who are so hung up on you and your pussy, the mere sight of you naked, sitting pretty on the edge of the bed makes their blood seethe and rush to their cocks. You and your puppy dog eyes await and beckon both men to you, and they can’t wait to devour you. Your breaths grow heavy, walls coiling at the sound of belts unbuckling and zippers unzipping, prickling the hairs on your nape, making you swallow a chunk of your saliva.
You suppose it's an act of kindness how Umemiya lets Togame go first, hand fiddling with his unbearably hard cock while Togame pushes you to lie down, hard length dragging along your thigh leaving a shiny trail of precum as he towers over you on all fours.
Ume strokes his cock ever so slowly, edging himself to the brink of his high while he watches Togame tease your pussy open with just his tip, your hands making their way to squeeze your tits as you watch Ume back. He releases a carnal chuckle at your expression- one you wear only when you’re with them, one of utter joy with a heaping touch of want, one he dubs a ‘special kind of horny’.
"Need to hear you, angel," Togame groans in your ear, planting sloppy and wet kisses on your jaw, nose pressing into your cheek as he pushes into you deeper. "C'mon, angel. Talk." Teeth lightly sink into your shoulder, Togame alternating between nipping and sucking, hips picking up the pace.
"Baby, that feels so good. So fucking good, baby, fuck,” you mindlessly chirp, hands running themselves into his silky head of hair. “Mmm,” Togame hums as he captures your mouth in a tongue-tied kiss. And boy does it make you absolutely hot knowing your body’s getting rocked as you’re being watched.
Togame’s head bobs as he tries to adjust himself, deepening the kiss. And with hazy fucked out eyes, you spare glances at your lone audience, whose mind races with thoughts of what he’ll do to you once he gets his turn. Umemiya swears as he fucks his fist, chewing on the inside of his cheek, grunting at how close he is but he doesn’t want to cum just yet. He needs to feel you flush against his skin — needs to hear the slap of his thighs against yours and have Togame take another hole.
“Fuck it,” Ume groans, tapping Togame on the shoulder, “scoot.”
Togame chuckles, giving you a few little chaste kisses before whispering ‘told you he’d break’ to your ear as he slides out of your pussy. Togame gets on his knees as you crawl on all fours, mouth getting ready to take Togame, pussy clenching for Ume, but a big hand interrupts you from behind and turns you around.
“Uh-uh.” Ume with a devious grin on his face pulls you into a kiss just as deep as Togame’s. Togame snickers in the background while you go at it, his hard cock sprung out, suddenly unoccupied, fingers tapping his leg while he waits for you to finish. “You forgot my kiss again, you,” Ume breathes out so close to your lips, completely ignoring Togame who’s scratching his throat at this point.
“Sorry, Haji. Sorry, Jo.”
As you get into your usual position, Togame takes your mouth once more while Ume aligns himself at your entrance. Togame’s green eyes stare fondly at you as you trail your hands and kisses down his torso, abs clenching beneath your palms. “Hmmmff,” you chirp, feeling Ume’s tip graze your clit while he spreads out your folds.
“Ohhh-OHHH!” Your back arches, voice hitching, hands holding onto Togame’s hips for dear life when Ume slides into you so deep with such ease, bottoming out and muttering how much he loves getting completely wrapped by your prepped pussy. And you both have Togame to thank. In fact, you’re so grateful, you thank him by cupping his balls as you drag your tongue down to the prominent vein on the base of his cock.
“Don’t be shy, angel.” Togame dons his trademark smirk as he soothes the side of your face, helping you take as much of him as you can. He lightly pushes his hips forward, filling your mouth with almost half of his cock, your hand wrapped around his base acting as an extension.
“See, I would never underestimate you like that,” Ume teases, smoothing your back as he pounds into you. He loves to touch you so much his hands keep wandering around your body -your stomach, your nape, your ass- never fixating on one part except for when his hand finds your clit, at which case he ruthlessly and mercilessly rubs sloppy circles for minutes on end till your moans are muffled by Togame’s cock while your walls coil around Ume’s, your orgasm hitting one after another.
i firmly believe that togame is BY FAR the best pussy eater of all the boys and no, i am not taking criticism. you straddling his face with your wet cunt in the morning is his perfect breakfast and judging by the noises he makes it's honestly hard to tell who's enjoying it more. i go will bathe in holy water now kbye.
Anon. YOUR MIND. Let me in for a little bit real quick I’m trying to see something 😳😳! But anyway yes I see!!! I see you!! I see the vision!!!!!! I agree. The man’s an undefeated eating champion. Eating FOOD ok lol puss puss eating champion does work too 😳 *adjusts glasses, stretches back* let me just work on a little somethin’—
𝐇𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐫𝐲 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐓𝐨𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞.
“Ngghh—Jo! W-wait a sec-“, you yelp, knees bent comfortably on your pillow with your plump thighs trapped in your lover’s strong clutches as he’s needlessly lapping away at your beautiful, juicy petals like a man starved. “T-the breakfast!”, you manage to add, warning him of the toast that’s definitely burning, your coffee now forgotten. Pulling away momentarily, he mumbles a slow teasing, “got mine right here,” against your flesh before he dives in again once more.
Feeling a sense of weakness in your legs, you stagger slightly and he immediately hooks his arms over your plumpness to secure you. Secure you so you won’t wobble again. To secure your pussy to his needy and hungry mouth. He licks a fat strip up your pussy before he nuzzles his nose into your clit, lapping and lapping at your juices.
Good God. You hold desperately on your bed-frame, knuckles a pasty white. You can feel him smiling into your cunt when you continue soaking his wanting lips. This bitch.
Looking to your side, you can see the sun peeking from behind the curtains—it’s barely risen, the sky a gradient sliver of azure and rust. You momentarily think back on the times he’s shown you how much of an eater he could be. Food, definitely. Never occurred to you he’d be this ravenous when eating you out. Thrown out of your thoughts, your lover sucks and laps harshly at your clit and you let out a delicious moan so loud you’re sure your waking neighbors could have heard you. Clasping a hand over your mouth, you stare down at your lover between your legs.
His eyes are shut, eyebrows furrowed in concentration. But once he feels you staring, he opens them. Emerald eyes boring into your skin, your breasts and blushing face a delicious sight to him. It only makes him need you more. With another harsh suck on your nub, he mutters, “eyes on me, doll.” and you obey. How could you not? With that voice? Yes sir.
Now you’re there, pinned underneath Togame, legs deliciously spread on your couch so obediently for him. His head’s trapped between your thighs again. The sun’s fully risen now. You both managed to make it to the kitchen to turn the coffee maker and toaster on but he’s got you in his grip as soon as they’re off.
Fingers tangled his hair, you urge him to move, your hips bucking into his tongue and clit bumping against his tall nose. He hums into it, sending shivers and vibrations up to your head you swear you feel high. A mixture of “G-god yes-!”, “You’re so good, baby-“, “right there!” and other expletives escape your reddened lips. You shudder as you squirt around him for the 5th time this morning, gripping at his hair tightly. He hums once more, tongue rapidly working away at you with his three fingers knuckle deep inside you. “Sweet-“, he says with a hungry lick, so annoyingly slow, “s’fuckin’ sweet t’me. Give me more-“ his voice grew a tad demanding, with his grip tightening around your legs he moves against the couch to ease his cock lazily. It’s been hard and leaking ever since you started. “More.” his licking grows more intense, hooking his fingers up to your gummy insides, prodding away at the sensitive bud. Your moans grow louder while he expertly devours you. You don’t want him to stop but you’re so fucking sensitive— “w-wait!! I-“ a desperate plea you mutter, but he manages to rip another one from you. You’re absolutely gushing. He hasn’t made you squirt this much—to soak the couch under your ass. But your lover doesn’t stop. Not until your legs stop shaking. God he’s hungry.
Minutes later you’re both lying there, sweaty and breathless, couch completely soaked. You massage his scalp weakly as he peppers kisses along your soft flesh. Neither of you utter a single word for a good while.
He reaches over to your side to grab some tissues to clean you up with. He pauses when he feels something hard hit his hand. He almost feels apologetic when he knew what it was.
He grabs a familiar bottle. Opening it, he squeezes a healthy amount of it on your still sensitive cunt and your inner thighs.
Flavored lube.
Your eyes widen as you feel yourself grow needier. Fuck is he grateful to have such a giver. Easing your legs open, he licks a line of the lubricant slowly, licking around your clit just to mess with you. Pressing kisses and kitty licks along the flesh, around and above the sensitive bud. You whine.
He gives you a lazy smile, fingers rubbing along your folds once more.
“Y’gonna give me another one right, doll?” he says so slowly, so low you swear it sounds like a growl. His head dips down, hot breath directly on your waiting pussy.
“M’not done yet.”
a/n: eheheHEHEHEHE. Thank you for sending that in, anon. I am now dipping and swimming in a pool of holy water. TOGAME THE EATER TOGAME THE EATEEEERRRRR 🗣️🗣️
Synopsis: Saying ‘I love you’ is difficult for some of the Wind Breaker boys (some more than others), but sometimes intimacy is all one needs to be inspired to say those sweet three words. Characters are aged up.
Based on prompt #16 from @prompt-heaven. Dividers by saradika. Story banner by me.
CW: Female Reader. Smut & Fluff below. MDNI
Word Count: 1.6K
Authors Note: I genuinely love the Wind Breaker characters, so I’m excited to write for them for the first time. Remember, my requests are open if you'd like something written! As usual, I always appreciate a like, comment, or reblog.
Haruka Sakura has his issues. If you asked his closest enemies—and some friends—to list his flaws, they’d rattle off: impatient, hot-headed, kind of clueless. But you know Sakura, and, sure, he can be some of those things, but the flaw that makes your heart ache the most is what he exhibits in his most vulnerable moments: insurmountable insecurity.
When you start to date Sakura, you know that he needs gentle praise and reassurance to build him up to combat the years of abuse he’s experienced—and it’s a delicate balance of the right amount of praise without sounding insincere.
So when you finally reach the next level of intimacy in your relationship, which admittedly felt like a slow crawl, you start to see another side of Haruka Sakura.
You’re his first everything—-date, hand-hold, kiss, and sexual experience. One thing about Sakura is that he’s eager to make up for lost time, gingerly touching you in places that make your bottom lip quiver, licking you in a way that makes your pupils dilate and your mouth open in a breathless moan. Sakura buries himself in you because while he’s never outwardly expressed it, he feels safe, accepted, and loved when he’s with you.
And maybe you’re a bit surprised when his face is buried in the crook of your neck, his hot breath tickling the hickey-covered expanse of your flesh as he whispers a quiet, “I love you.”
You both pause what you’re doing—your gentle scratching of his toned shoulder blades and his deep rolling of his hips. Suddenly, Sakura pulls back, beet-red and a horrified expression on his face. And you know him and his proclivity to shut down and run away when embarrassed, so you wrap your legs around his waist in an attempt to keep him from leaping out of the room and bolting down the street.
You can see the cogs turning in his head, the internal dialogue you’re almost always attempting to fend off, contributing to a new narrative that you may reject him.
“H-hey! Look at me.” You reach a hand up and stroke his face, the heat of his cheeks permeating against your palm.
“Haruka, I love you, too. I hope that you know that.” You look down between you both, your bodies still connected, which you hope clearly indicates the feelings you share for one another.
He bites his lip, following your eyes, taking in your naked form splayed out underneath him, fleshy thighs wrapped around his waist, the insides of those thighs coated in your slick and him still throbbing inside of you.
You can see him doing something that he doesn’t do often—fighting back the harmful dialogue in his head that says he isn’t enough.
Sakura leans down so he’s back to hovering in your orbit, his strong arms on the sides of your head and caging you in. His voice remains slightly above a whisper, but at least he’s now gazing into your eyes with his luminescent ones. “I got in my head…again.”
You rake the tips of your fingernails across his spine, earning a shiver and a low whimper from him—he doesn’t need much more of an invitation to recapture your lips in his own and continue to roll his hips into yours.
Hayato Suo is as calculated as they come; everything he says is said with reason—whether the other party knows that reason is another story. With that knowledge, I can’t imagine Suo accidentally saying those three special words.
In fact, he’d never say those words if he didn’t mean it. So when Suo informs you that he loves you in a way that feels akin to asking you what you wanted for dinner on a random Tuesday, despite you both laying in bed, fully unclothed after a heated lovemaking session, you’re a loss for words. He doesn’t miss a beat as he places soft kisses against each of your knuckles, but you stare at him to make sure he’s not—excuse the language—fucking with you.
His eyes are closed, but he can feel you staring into his soul. A corner of his lips tilts upward in amusement.
“Say it again.”
And so he does. Every chance he gets, he tells you that he loves you, that he adores you, and that breathing you in sustains his very being. He not only whispers the sentiment during mundane moments like walking down the aisle of your favorite tea shop but also when you’re in the throes of experiencing his passion for you.
Gentle caresses of your stomach as he delivers gentle suckles to your clit, devouring your essence one swallow at a time. And while what he says is muffled because his mouth is full of your sex, it’s clear to you that he’s showering you with praise among the sanctum between your thighs.
“I love you,” “you’re simply everything,” and “my pretty girl” consume the spaces you share, and no one can blame you if you develop a bit of a praise kink because no one has the unshakeable swagger that Suo does.
Jo Togame has a feeling that there’s something about you when harmless flirting in the hangout turns into letting you wear his Shishitoren jacket to send a message that if anyone fucks with you, they’re going to have a massive problem on their hands.
Among the stolen kisses, frenzied quickies in the cover of alleyways, and lazy weekends spent in bed with your legs wrapped around each other, it finally hits Togame as he’s drawing large circles on your skin with the tip of his finger. And it isn’t until one of the aforementioned lazy Sundays that he’s willing to share the revelation.
You’re laying in bed with one another—-he, the big spoon to your little one, his cock buried deep inside of you as he rolls his hips in a manner that only Togame can—-in no particular rush to bring on his orgasm but having a preference to prioritize yours.
You’ve gotten used to the sensual lovemaking, the slow build of your orgasm bubbling deep within you as you tremble from the overstimulation.
Togame presses his lips against your neck, slowly trailing kisses near the edge of your hairline and upward until you can feel his tongue sucking gently at your lobe, and a deep, slow rumble emits from his chest, “God, I love you.”
Togame says it with the conviction of someone who has resolved themselves to one person, his person, you, you, you. There is no room for doubt because once Togame commits to you, he’s simply committing to the destiny of your love story, which was always inevitable.
Hajime Umemiya is also someone who would never proclaim his love for someone unless he meant it, but unlike Suo, his reasoning has little to do with a preference for remaining aloof and more to do with the fact that once he says, ‘I love you,’ he’s marrying that person.
In a perfect world, Umemiya would plan a romantic date somewhere where you’d be surrounded by blooming flowers, the rays of the sun beaming down on you, and creating a golden halo around the crown of your hair. You’d never looked as beautiful as you do now, and he was ready to express to you what you meant to him. Umemiya would be visibly nervous, and because you know him so well, perhaps this would indicate that something was amiss.
Unfortunately, sometimes things don’t always go according to plan because one thing about Umemiya is that he can be caught in the heat of the moment.
Umemiya has your hands pinned above your head, his fingers intertwined with yours because there’s not a world in which he doesn’t crave that connection with you. And as he slides into you—an unashamed moan escaping his lips, he takes in your smell, the way you murmur and sigh his name as he fills you up; he can’t help but sputter out a shakey, “I…i love you.”
Instead of being embarrassed that this wasn’t what he planned, he chuckles because this is as good a moment as any and says it again, and again, and again, while placing tender kisses against your lips, “I love you. I love you. I love you.”
Ren Kaji has had quite the stressful day—even by Makochi’s standards. After throwing fists with thugs terrorizing the town's shop owners, he seeks you out, his anchor, the one person who can keep him from losing control and beating people within an inch of their lives.
And you’re more than happy to take on that role, not only because you adore the sweet-toothed man but also because it results in some rough romps in the bedroom, which you could never complain about.
Hard smacks to your bare ass, angry, dark hickeys littered across every inch of you, and a soreness radiating between your legs later warrants intensive aftercare, according to Kaji. So after he’s done massaging your scalp, helping you into your cute pajamas, and grabbing you a glass of water, he holds you.
With your ear pressed against his chest, you listen to the soft, rhythmic repetition of his beating heart as he drifts in and out of sleep.
And in between soft snores and a relaxed dream state, Kaji utters a simple “I love you.”
You laugh softly so as not to wake him because, of course, he does, and this isn’t the first time he’s spoken those words in his sleep. But every morning, neither of you mention the confession.
His actions are more than enough proof to show that he loves you, and you aren’t sure that he remembers, anyway. Regardless, you have no doubt that the day in which Kaji speaks those words to you will come.
Another thing I find absolutely wholesome from today's chapter is how Kakashi and Naruto spent so much time talking on the phone mostly about them (team 7) and their kids, man I love their bond so much 😭❤️
Their phone call was too long to the point that they lost track of time until it started to get dark and Gai had to go look for Kakashi
Look at Naruto's grin and how genuinely happy he is after talking to his sensei 😭❤️
