❥ Summary: College let's out for summer break and as usual you dread going back home to your icky father, but at the same time you miss him...ugh what to do with all these complicated feelings?!
❥ TW: Mentions of child loss ♡ heavy taboo ♥︎ Age gap ♡ father/daughter/uncle ♥︎ dubcon? ♡ rough s3x ♥︎ size kink ♡ stomach bulge ♥︎ threesome ♡ cream pie ♥︎ overstimulation ♡ dead dove
❥ WC: 2k
Author's Note: As requested, but this is the final fic I am writing for jjk. I will be moving onto other medias like the ones listed in my pinned post. This will also be posted on my Ao3. Please enjoy.
Summer was just around the corner. You had realized much after completing your exams. Which also meant you had to go back home, now that wouldn't be a problem if you weren't living with your icky father, Kento Nanami. He controlled everything, your finances, your schedule, who you can and can't hang out with, even your transportation was under his control. You loved your daddy, but sometimes his love was just too much to handle.
Your hands drifted absentmindedly to your belly, face contorted with disgusted reminiscent of the life that almost grew in there.
Only to be interrupted by a phone call from your Uncle Hiromi. He never calls you unless he's looking for your father. “Why would he be calling now?” you thought to yourself before answering.
“Hello..?” Confused.
“Hi, how are you, dear? It's me your uncle Hiromi—”
“Yeah I know!” you snapped with a roll of your eyes. “and before you ask, Dad's not here, I'm not even home yet.”
Hiromi gave the phone a concerned look before speaking “Well.. I know that, he asked me to come pick you up, I was calling to say I was outside. Are you alright?”
That came as a shock, he's usually the one that picks you up on break. Perhaps he's busy at the office or maybe he was tangled up in some mess with his friends. There's no telling, but at least you'd have the house to yourself for a little bit.. Or so your thought.
The drive back home was as awkward and silent as you thought it'd be. This was the first time you'd even spent time with your uncle so you were too sure what to expect. As soon as the car parked in the driveway you noticed your father's car. What a bummer and here you imagined how peaceful the house would be for a few hours all for it to be ruined the second you entered the house.
“Higuruma! I see you brought my babygirl home safe and sound.” Kento reached out to embrace you. “I was just finishing up dinner I so—”
“Well i—”
Their voices sound like background noise while you were in his arms. Your mind and body were screaming from his touch, but oh did your heart ache from feeling like this. He wasn't always like this at least not before your mother passed.
Suddenly, your thoughts came to an immediate halt from Kento placing a kiss on your forehead, grabbing your attention almost instantly.
“Honey, your uncle Hiromi is going to stay tonight, so I hope you don't mind getting the guest room ready for him.” Kento gave a soft smile, but his eyes said something different as always.
Anything to get out of his arms even if it's only for a second.
Kento was finishing up plating everyone's food while Hiromi sipped on a glass of whisky.
“I know why you're here Hiromi.” Kento said bluntly
With the glass raised to his lips Hiromi side eyed him as if waiting for him to finish his sentence. “Oh yeah?” He murmured. “And what're you prepared to accuse me of this time?”
“You really think I don't know?” He pulled the apron over his head, tossing it to the side as he made his way over to Hiromi. With a on the table and the other on the back of the chair Kento had caged him in. “I see the way you look at her, Higuruma.” he said through clenched teeth.
“So do I!” Higuruma snapped back in a hushed tone slamming the glass down after finishing it. “Want to explain that failed pregnancy she had some months ago?” The silence between them was deafening.
“Tell me Kento, who was the father anyways?” he narrowed his eyes awaiting the answer he already knew.
Once the guest room was set up you decided to join them for dinner only to be met with a rather awkward scene. You stared at the two for what felt like seconds until your father noticed you, standing up to clear his throat. “Dinner is… ready.” He murmured while walking off to gather everyone's plate.
Were they fighting? You wondered to yourself while taking a seat. Funny enough during dinner you started to get lost in thought about what they could've possibly been arguing about. A lawyer and a salary man? Could it have been work related? There was no telling.
Dinner was awkward and silent the rest of the night aside from the silverware clanking against their plates.
“Daddy I'm going to head upstairs after—”
“You'll be sleeping with me tonight, dear. I forgot I put your sheets in the dryer before you—”
What a coincidence.
You groaned, standing up from the table cutting him off completely. “Fine” this was nothing knew your icky father would always find some way of getting you in bed with him.
Once the two gentlemen heard the bedroom door slam Kento rubbed the bridge of his nose in frustration. Hiromi on the other hand let out a small chuckle “From Daddy's girl to hating you I see..”
Kento's eyes darkened with a sharp, stinging irritation. “Oh you're one to talk, I saw you staring when she left—”
“And you weren't?” Hiromi snapped back. “If you're worried about me blackmailing you, then that should be the least of your worries. You and I both want the same thing.”
Kento started to regret asking him to pick you up from college, no wonder he didn't nag him about gas money. He wanted something more and Kento was so stingy and greedy when it came to you.
Sure Hiromi had a thing for you he always did, but as a man of the law he'd always shove his feelings away as they clashed with his work and the kind of man he's built himself to be. You were a reminder of the social transgression he lived everyday. Everytime ‘uncle' left your lips, it felt like a gavel striking a desk in a silent courtroom. A man of law, a man who understood the structure of society, and yet here he is, at his brother-in-law's house uncomfortably sporting a tent he's so desperate to find since bringing you home.
Blood or not the guilt had been a dull ache in his heart.
While Hiromi sat at the kitchen table lost in the chaos that was his mind. Kento had scurried off with the excuse that he's just going to check on you.
You had just gotten out of the shower, towels wrapped around your torso and wet hair only to freeze like a deer in headlights once you noticed your father— also frozen in the doorway. For a moment you just simply stared at each other “Um.. Dad?” You said cautiously.
He continued to stare at your covered body, as if he hadn't seen every inch of you. Kento sooner snapped out of his daze once you called out to him again.
“Do you.. need me?” You muttered softly, gripping the towel, staring at your father like he was unbearable, disgusted — but not detached.
“Yes” he whispered, his eyes had a sense of longing in them, watching as he hastily unbuckled his belt. That bulge in his pants looked as if it could burst through the zipper at any given moment.
Yet again you were frozen in place just watching him, those khakis pooling at his feet along with basic black boxers. He hurried over, while your mind screamed at his touch, your heart and body welcomed it as always. Your feet went from being on the floor to in the air with your back against the mattress.
There he was admiring your legs running the tip of his nose against your flesh and peppering kisses along the sides. Gazing down his cock could be seen jumping and hitting against his stomach that angry tip leaking of precum.
Fuck, it made your stomach turn and face scrunch.
“D- Dad i—”
He cuts you off. “hate me? I know..” He softly bites your inner thigh, then kisses it before meeting your gaze with soft eyes. “Why is that? Go on, I can take it..”
There was a moment of silence between you before you finally spoke “You.. You're a disgusting old man— pervert.”
“I'm your old man, sweetheart..” He kissed your inner thigh lightly. “What else?”
“What else?!” You remarked. “You're suffocating! I mean I can't do anything without your permission, without your dirty hands all over me!”
“Yet here I am? You haven't pushed me away or told me no like you used to.”
He had a point in the past where you used to always fight with him regardless of how much your body loved his touch. But now you've grown to accept it bit by bit as much as you don't want to.
Hiromi on the other hand had finally succumbed to the guilt weighing on his heart. With the trial in his mind over, hooking his finger around his tie as he nervously made his way to Kento's bedroom. He stopped just at the door, the faint sounds of your whimpering egged him on. Placing a careful hand on the knob he slowly opened the door, heart damn near beating out of his chest as those whimpers got louder.
Kento could be seen grinding his cock in between those wet folds teasing your clit in the process. The towel that was once around you now rests at the foot board. Hiromi stared at the lewd scene for quite some time while palming his erection.
“U-uncle Higuruma!?” You shouted trying to push your father off. “It's not—”
“He'll be joining us now that his head's out the courtroom.” Kento exclaimed, with you distracted he took a hold of his shaft glazed with your juices, slowly dragging the angry head up and down your slit.
“J- joining us?” You looked back and forth between the two older gentlemen, watching as Hiromi seemed to be mindlessly undressing himself. You began to wonder if this was planned all along, from picking you up from college to now. Those thoughts quickly came to a stop from the feeling of Kento guiding the broad, weeping head of his cock past your tight and welcoming entrance, immediately squeezing him with those warm rigid walls. Throwing his head back once he bottomed out a faint “Fuck” left his lips.
He didn't dare move yet.
Not until Hiromi got himself together.
“You're going to be the death of me” Hiromi expression returned to its usual apathetic mask, yet his eyes had softened just a fraction when meeting your panicked gaze.
Your eyes followed his naked figure until he was directly above you. A thumb caressed your bottom lip, eyes darting back to Kento “How about you show your Uncle Higuruma what that throat of yours can do, won't you do that for daddy?”
Those worried eyes left your father, gazing up at Hiromi, he looked so nervous and guilty as charged. Kento pushed you to the edge of the bed, your head hanging off. Your uncle's cock was almost as big as the one inside you, despite feeling dirty, disgusting.
Fisting his shaft for a bit the head was already leaking with precum, the same precum he started to smear along those plump lips like a gloss. What a dirty man he is— While Kento had already begun his brutal pace. Higuruma was surprisingly gentle, slowly sinking his cock down your throat, his breath shutters, a hand wrapped firmly around your throat giving a gentle squeeze. Throwing his head back, Higuruma shut his eyes, enjoying the hot, wet sensations around him, wondering if this is what your cunt may feel like.
Kento really put his weight into each thrust, bullying that warm spongy spot. His lips found their way to your neck, hands cupping and fondling your breasts as he fucked into you. Hooking his arms behind your knees pushing them to your chest for you to feel him much deeper.
“Good girl.” He grits through clenched teeth. “So good for your daddy.” He praised, watching tears run down your temple as higuruma rocked his hips, pushing his dick desperately into the back of your throat. You don't gag, all thanks to Kento's training.
That alone really sent higuruma over the edge. His hands firmly wrapping around your throat, he could feel himself inside you. His heavy balls slammed against your forehead with each brutal thrust almost matching your father.
“You taught her well!” Hiromi grunted.
Your hands went from gripping the sheets to digging your nails into the flesh of his arm.
“I know I did and— fuck!” Kento blurted. “A-and you owe me.”
They were using you as if you were some kind of flesh light. You could feel the way your uncle's cock twitched in your mouth, he was close, his grunts came out more loud and harsh than breathy, thrusts got sloppy before he cramped his length deep in your throat.
His bitter liquid coats the inside of your throat with each involuntary twitch as he huffed out praises before his cock finally left your throat. Leaving you a coughing, gagging mess. Higuruma, looking as if he's high out of his mind, slid down the wall he was resting against.
All while Kento chased his high, no longer paying you any attention, his eyes were fixated on the way his dick disappeared inside you, to the stomach bulge it was creating. Your slick coated his cock so much that the wet sounds echoed around the room along with your cries.
“D-Daddy please..” You whimpered, hands pressing against his lower abdomen in an attempt to push him away. Those memories of hating him flooded your mind only for a moment before he kissed them away.
“I love you so much, sweetheart “ he whispered against your lips.
“I.. I love you too, daddy..” You whimpered. Oh how it was music to his ears to hear you admit it.
The brutal pace he had set before became sloppy, his hips stuttered with each thrust as he was almost there. He muffled your moans with one last kiss as soon as he snapped his hips into yours, coating your insides with his seed. Oddly enough he could taste the remnants of Hiromi's cum on your tongue, bitter almost like the coffee he drinks no wonder you were gagging.
Your daddy peppered your face in kisses whispering g praises of how good you were. “She did great right, Higuruma?” his voice stern.
“Yes” He breathed finally coming back down from his high. “So good..”
❥ Summary: College let's out for summer break and as usual you dread going back home to your icky father, but at the same time you miss him...ugh what to do with all these complicated feelings?!
❥ TW: Mentions of child loss ♡ heavy taboo ♥︎ Age gap ♡ father/daughter/uncle ♥︎ dubcon? ♡ rough s3x ♥︎ size kink ♡ stomach bulge ♥︎ threesome ♡ cream pie ♥︎ overstimulation ♡ dead dove
❥ WC: 2k
Author's Note: As requested, but this is the final fic I am writing for jjk. I will be moving onto other medias like the ones listed in my pinned post. This will also be posted on my Ao3. Please enjoy.
Summer was just around the corner. You had realized much after completing your exams. Which also meant you had to go back home, now that wouldn't be a problem if you weren't living with your icky father, Kento Nanami. He controlled everything, your finances, your schedule, who you can and can't hang out with, even your transportation was under his control. You loved your daddy, but sometimes his love was just too much to handle.
Your hands drifted absentmindedly to your belly, face contorted with disgusted reminiscent of the life that almost grew in there.
Only to be interrupted by a phone call from your Uncle Hiromi. He never calls you unless he's looking for your father. “Why would he be calling now?” you thought to yourself before answering.
“Hello..?” Confused.
“Hi, how are you, dear? It's me your uncle Hiromi—”
“Yeah I know!” you snapped with a roll of your eyes. “and before you ask, Dad's not here, I'm not even home yet.”
Hiromi gave the phone a concerned look before speaking “Well.. I know that, he asked me to come pick you up, I was calling to say I was outside. Are you alright?”
That came as a shock, he's usually the one that picks you up on break. Perhaps he's busy at the office or maybe he was tangled up in some mess with his friends. There's no telling, but at least you'd have the house to yourself for a little bit.. Or so your thought.
The drive back home was as awkward and silent as you thought it'd be. This was the first time you'd even spent time with your uncle so you were too sure what to expect. As soon as the car parked in the driveway you noticed your father's car. What a bummer and here you imagined how peaceful the house would be for a few hours all for it to be ruined the second you entered the house.
“Higuruma! I see you brought my babygirl home safe and sound.” Kento reached out to embrace you. “I was just finishing up dinner I so—”
“Well i—”
Their voices sound like background noise while you were in his arms. Your mind and body were screaming from his touch, but oh did your heart ache from feeling like this. He wasn't always like this at least not before your mother passed.
Suddenly, your thoughts came to an immediate halt from Kento placing a kiss on your forehead, grabbing your attention almost instantly.
“Honey, your uncle Hiromi is going to stay tonight, so I hope you don't mind getting the guest room ready for him.” Kento gave a soft smile, but his eyes said something different as always.
Anything to get out of his arms even if it's only for a second.
Kento was finishing up plating everyone's food while Hiromi sipped on a glass of whisky.
“I know why you're here Hiromi.” Kento said bluntly
With the glass raised to his lips Hiromi side eyed him as if waiting for him to finish his sentence. “Oh yeah?” He murmured. “And what're you prepared to accuse me of this time?”
“You really think I don't know?” He pulled the apron over his head, tossing it to the side as he made his way over to Hiromi. With a on the table and the other on the back of the chair Kento had caged him in. “I see the way you look at her, Higuruma.” he said through clenched teeth.
“So do I!” Higuruma snapped back in a hushed tone slamming the glass down after finishing it. “Want to explain that failed pregnancy she had some months ago?” The silence between them was deafening.
“Tell me Kento, who was the father anyways?” he narrowed his eyes awaiting the answer he already knew.
Once the guest room was set up you decided to join them for dinner only to be met with a rather awkward scene. You stared at the two for what felt like seconds until your father noticed you, standing up to clear his throat. “Dinner is… ready.” He murmured while walking off to gather everyone's plate.
Were they fighting? You wondered to yourself while taking a seat. Funny enough during dinner you started to get lost in thought about what they could've possibly been arguing about. A lawyer and a salary man? Could it have been work related? There was no telling.
Dinner was awkward and silent the rest of the night aside from the silverware clanking against their plates.
“Daddy I'm going to head upstairs after—”
“You'll be sleeping with me tonight, dear. I forgot I put your sheets in the dryer before you—”
What a coincidence.
You groaned, standing up from the table cutting him off completely. “Fine” this was nothing knew your icky father would always find some way of getting you in bed with him.
Once the two gentlemen heard the bedroom door slam Kento rubbed the bridge of his nose in frustration. Hiromi on the other hand let out a small chuckle “From Daddy's girl to hating you I see..”
Kento's eyes darkened with a sharp, stinging irritation. “Oh you're one to talk, I saw you staring when she left—”
“And you weren't?” Hiromi snapped back. “If you're worried about me blackmailing you, then that should be the least of your worries. You and I both want the same thing.”
Kento started to regret asking him to pick you up from college, no wonder he didn't nag him about gas money. He wanted something more and Kento was so stingy and greedy when it came to you.
Sure Hiromi had a thing for you he always did, but as a man of the law he'd always shove his feelings away as they clashed with his work and the kind of man he's built himself to be. You were a reminder of the social transgression he lived everyday. Everytime ‘uncle' left your lips, it felt like a gavel striking a desk in a silent courtroom. A man of law, a man who understood the structure of society, and yet here he is, at his brother-in-law's house uncomfortably sporting a tent he's so desperate to find since bringing you home.
Blood or not the guilt had been a dull ache in his heart.
While Hiromi sat at the kitchen table lost in the chaos that was his mind. Kento had scurried off with the excuse that he's just going to check on you.
You had just gotten out of the shower, towels wrapped around your torso and wet hair only to freeze like a deer in headlights once you noticed your father— also frozen in the doorway. For a moment you just simply stared at each other “Um.. Dad?” You said cautiously.
He continued to stare at your covered body, as if he hadn't seen every inch of you. Kento sooner snapped out of his daze once you called out to him again.
“Do you.. need me?” You muttered softly, gripping the towel, staring at your father like he was unbearable, disgusted — but not detached.
“Yes” he whispered, his eyes had a sense of longing in them, watching as he hastily unbuckled his belt. That bulge in his pants looked as if it could burst through the zipper at any given moment.
Yet again you were frozen in place just watching him, those khakis pooling at his feet along with basic black boxers. He hurried over, while your mind screamed at his touch, your heart and body welcomed it as always. Your feet went from being on the floor to in the air with your back against the mattress.
There he was admiring your legs running the tip of his nose against your flesh and peppering kisses along the sides. Gazing down his cock could be seen jumping and hitting against his stomach that angry tip leaking of precum.
Fuck, it made your stomach turn and face scrunch.
“D- Dad i—”
He cuts you off. “hate me? I know..” He softly bites your inner thigh, then kisses it before meeting your gaze with soft eyes. “Why is that? Go on, I can take it..”
There was a moment of silence between you before you finally spoke “You.. You're a disgusting old man— pervert.”
“I'm your old man, sweetheart..” He kissed your inner thigh lightly. “What else?”
“What else?!” You remarked. “You're suffocating! I mean I can't do anything without your permission, without your dirty hands all over me!”
“Yet here I am? You haven't pushed me away or told me no like you used to.”
He had a point in the past where you used to always fight with him regardless of how much your body loved his touch. But now you've grown to accept it bit by bit as much as you don't want to.
Hiromi on the other hand had finally succumbed to the guilt weighing on his heart. With the trial in his mind over, hooking his finger around his tie as he nervously made his way to Kento's bedroom. He stopped just at the door, the faint sounds of your whimpering egged him on. Placing a careful hand on the knob he slowly opened the door, heart damn near beating out of his chest as those whimpers got louder.
Kento could be seen grinding his cock in between those wet folds teasing your clit in the process. The towel that was once around you now rests at the foot board. Hiromi stared at the lewd scene for quite some time while palming his erection.
“U-uncle Higuruma!?” You shouted trying to push your father off. “It's not—”
“He'll be joining us now that his head's out the courtroom.” Kento exclaimed, with you distracted he took a hold of his shaft glazed with your juices, slowly dragging the angry head up and down your slit.
“J- joining us?” You looked back and forth between the two older gentlemen, watching as Hiromi seemed to be mindlessly undressing himself. You began to wonder if this was planned all along, from picking you up from college to now. Those thoughts quickly came to a stop from the feeling of Kento guiding the broad, weeping head of his cock past your tight and welcoming entrance, immediately squeezing him with those warm rigid walls. Throwing his head back once he bottomed out a faint “Fuck” left his lips.
He didn't dare move yet.
Not until Hiromi got himself together.
“You're going to be the death of me” Hiromi expression returned to its usual apathetic mask, yet his eyes had softened just a fraction when meeting your panicked gaze.
Your eyes followed his naked figure until he was directly above you. A thumb caressed your bottom lip, eyes darting back to Kento “How about you show your Uncle Higuruma what that throat of yours can do, won't you do that for daddy?”
Those worried eyes left your father, gazing up at Hiromi, he looked so nervous and guilty as charged. Kento pushed you to the edge of the bed, your head hanging off. Your uncle's cock was almost as big as the one inside you, despite feeling dirty, disgusting.
Fisting his shaft for a bit the head was already leaking with precum, the same precum he started to smear along those plump lips like a gloss. What a dirty man he is— While Kento had already begun his brutal pace. Higuruma was surprisingly gentle, slowly sinking his cock down your throat, his breath shutters, a hand wrapped firmly around your throat giving a gentle squeeze. Throwing his head back, Higuruma shut his eyes, enjoying the hot, wet sensations around him, wondering if this is what your cunt may feel like.
Kento really put his weight into each thrust, bullying that warm spongy spot. His lips found their way to your neck, hands cupping and fondling your breasts as he fucked into you. Hooking his arms behind your knees pushing them to your chest for you to feel him much deeper.
“Good girl.” He grits through clenched teeth. “So good for your daddy.” He praised, watching tears run down your temple as higuruma rocked his hips, pushing his dick desperately into the back of your throat. You don't gag, all thanks to Kento's training.
That alone really sent higuruma over the edge. His hands firmly wrapping around your throat, he could feel himself inside you. His heavy balls slammed against your forehead with each brutal thrust almost matching your father.
“You taught her well!” Hiromi grunted.
Your hands went from gripping the sheets to digging your nails into the flesh of his arm.
“I know I did and— fuck!” Kento blurted. “A-and you owe me.”
They were using you as if you were some kind of flesh light. You could feel the way your uncle's cock twitched in your mouth, he was close, his grunts came out more loud and harsh than breathy, thrusts got sloppy before he cramped his length deep in your throat.
His bitter liquid coats the inside of your throat with each involuntary twitch as he huffed out praises before his cock finally left your throat. Leaving you a coughing, gagging mess. Higuruma, looking as if he's high out of his mind, slid down the wall he was resting against.
All while Kento chased his high, no longer paying you any attention, his eyes were fixated on the way his dick disappeared inside you, to the stomach bulge it was creating. Your slick coated his cock so much that the wet sounds echoed around the room along with your cries.
“D-Daddy please..” You whimpered, hands pressing against his lower abdomen in an attempt to push him away. Those memories of hating him flooded your mind only for a moment before he kissed them away.
“I love you so much, sweetheart “ he whispered against your lips.
“I.. I love you too, daddy..” You whimpered. Oh how it was music to his ears to hear you admit it.
The brutal pace he had set before became sloppy, his hips stuttered with each thrust as he was almost there. He muffled your moans with one last kiss as soon as he snapped his hips into yours, coating your insides with his seed. Oddly enough he could taste the remnants of Hiromi's cum on your tongue, bitter almost like the coffee he drinks no wonder you were gagging.
Your daddy peppered your face in kisses whispering g praises of how good you were. “She did great right, Higuruma?” his voice stern.
“Yes” He breathed finally coming back down from his high. “So good..”
Yes, I'm still writing this taboo fic with Nanami & Higuruma, but I'm feeling angsty. I'm feeling love and deep space, love and deep depression, love and deep dihhpression.
who should I write for?
Sylus
Caleb
Zayne
Shěn Xīnghuí (Xavier)
this spot is for me
Voting ended onMay 17
•᷄ࡇ•᷅ sorry no Rafayel I hate him, and I literally hate calling Shen by his english name (for personal reasons) .
For right now, it will contain hella angst, But let me know in the comments what else it should contain (depending on the character) ( ˘ ³˘)♥︎ don't forget to comment to be added to the tag list.
Yes, I'm still writing this taboo fic with Nanami & Higuruma, but I'm feeling angsty. I'm feeling love and deep space, love and deep depression, love and deep dihhpression.
who should I write for?
Sylus
Caleb
Zayne
Shěn Xīnghuí (Xavier)
this spot is for me
Voting ended onMay 17
•᷄ࡇ•᷅ sorry no Rafayel I hate him, and I literally hate calling Shen by his english name (for personal reasons) .
For right now, it will contain hella angst, But let me know in the comments what else it should contain (depending on the character) ( ˘ ³˘)♥︎ don't forget to comment to be added to the tag list.
The way I just got back into LADS, and Caleb has my coochie throbbing is insane... And he's our brother? Oh.. Oh bitch I'm writing the fic in my head with one hand. I'm so down bad for gege.
Last JJk Poll, I only have two more Fics in me before I stop writing for JJK completely and move on to different animes. Which one do y'all want first?
Pick one to be written first.
Taboo w Nanami & Higuruma x y/n
power dynamic w/ Higuruma x y/n
this spot is for me
Voting ended onMar 12
Also if you want to be tagged when I post these please comment and make sure I am able to @ you
❥ Summary: Tattoo artist!Choso's been a mama's boy since your husband stepped out the picture, now that he's grown he's taken up the role of the man of house... In more ways than one.
❥ TW: Taboo ♥︎ Mom/Son ♡ Age gap ♥︎ breeding link ♡ Yandere tendency ♥︎ pregnancy kink (if you quint) ♡ size kink ♥︎ stomach bulge ♡ monster cock ♥︎ stupidified ♡ overstimulation ♥︎ cream pie ♡ dubcon ♥︎ Mentions of drugging ♡ stalking ♥︎ rough s3x ♡
❥ WC: 2k
❥ Author's note: Sorry this took so long, was writing this with one hand and getting dicked down by life itself...
Choso was always family oriented, the over protective big brother, and even the son that doesn't play about his mom, Especially his mom. All in all he was a mama's boy, he didn't care too much about whoever his father was because all he really needed was you, his sweet doting mother.
He needed you a little too much..
Choso hadn't moved out of the house or even considered going to college.
Becoming a tattoo artist was right up his alley, that or being a gamer boy.
He didn't want college keeping him away from you or his brothers, they needed him, you needed him. Choso wanted nothing more than to help his single mom with the rest of his brothers.
Yuji was a tough one to deal with, having to chase him up and down the house just to put him down for a nap was tiring work. So tiring you'd think he'd be the one nodding off, but instead of him taking a nap it's you.
As much as Choso adored his baby brother, he hated sharing you just as much. Yuji was the kind of kid that was more close with his siblings rather than the person who gave birth to him.
Especially when Choso leaves for work Yuji would act as if Choso had given birth to him— crying and screaming wanting to go with his cool, tatted, muscular stoner big brother. On days like this he'd just take him to the tattoo shop with him giving you the whole day to yourself.
But when they came home Yuji was out like a light, tired from a whole day of running around, yapping, eating the other artists' food, and getting so much attention.
It was off to bed for him when they got home.
Then there's you, single mother of two of course, pulling out a hot and ready chicken pot pie from the oven. It was a cozy day which called for a cozy meal. From the looks of it though, it seemed like Choso and you would be enjoying it together.
While you were fixing your bowls, Choso had put Yuji to bed and headed for the bathroom to relieve himself.
For weeks he had been collecting pictures of you in any way he could, as sneaky as he could. In a photo album he had titled “Mama ♡” he had dozens of pictures and videos of you showering, sleeping, half naked, you name it he had it. He's even got a video or two of you and him.. After putting a little something in your drink.
That was his favorite, you were sleeping so good that he just couldn't help, but to help himself to a piece of your pussy.
Choso didn't know what to get off too so as usual he'd stroke himself to everything.
“F- Fuck, M-Mommy..” He whimpered, staring at a picture of your asshole and pussy he took yesterday while you were asleep.
The more he swiped the faster he jerked himself off, the next photo almost sent him over the edge, your pretty feet, he dragged the phone closer, pressing fevered licks and kisses along the screen as if it were your own flesh. “Mom..” He groaned “Mommy..”
He bucked his hips uncontrollably. “Tell me I'm your good boy, tell me tell me tell me.” Choso whispered, he fluttered his eyes, forcing them to refocus on a video of you showering. He had gotten really lucky this time, you were too busy washing your hair to even notice him.
Choso was so close to exploding, usually he lasts longer than this, but when it comes to you— he just couldn't hold back. His chest rose and fell rapidly in ragged breaths , eyes stung with tears whelming up, his stomach felt as if it were in a knot.
He was so close, hanging his head back against the bathroom door. So worked up over you that all he could mouth was your name.
“Choso?” You called out from the other side. “Are you okay in there, hun? I called for you three times, your food will get cold!”
He came to an abrupt stop squeezing his cock in the process. “S- Sorry mom! I'll be down in a second!” Had you really been calling for him? Was he so lost in the sauce that he completely tuned out his surroundings completely? These thoughts raced through his mind while he tried to fix himself up before dinner, wincing at having to stuff his already sensitive cock back into those awfully tight jeans of his. His hardened cock only makes them tighter unfortunately for him.
“Alright.. You're going to go downstairs, have dinner with mom and.. and— ugh..” Choso facepalm, he was so nervous about finally having alone time with you that didn't require him to sneak around. You're just so gorgeous, curvy in all the right places, funny, energetic, there were so many amazing qualities about you.
Oh, but the way you make his heart palpitate.
“I warmed your food up for you, where's Yuji? Sound asleep I bet.”
“Thanks mama, yeah he's asleep, we had a long day. But he had a lot of fun, and even brought in more customers.” He slowly stuffed his face.
“Well, that's good, maybe you should take him to work with you more if he's going to be that tired when he gets home!” you started to laugh thinking about all the times you tried to get him to sleep only for you to end up falling asleep before him.
Choso's pants got tighter listening to your sweet voice and contagious laughter. He could hardly focus on eating, although your cooking was amazing that's not what he wanted.
What he craved most was your touch, that warm, wet, cunt he could only feel every once and a while.
“Cho? Baby, what's wrong you've barely eaten your food?”
The wet squelchy sound his food made as he stirred it around had him lost in thought, it damn near sounds exactly like your pussy when he was digging in it.
“Cho!?”
“Huh?! Oh— Sorry, I guess I'm just not as hungry as I thought..” He gave a nervous smile followed by a little chuckle.
“Aww, Well if you get hungry later on or Yuji wakes up the rest is on the stove, Mama's going to head to bed.” With a kiss upon his forehead you went off to your bedroom. Choso reached out, but hesitated, watching you leave to your room he tilted his head to the left, eyes fixated on how your ass moved like water in that thin night gown.
Choso laid out flat on his back with a deep sigh, too chicken to say he needs you, too pussy to tell you what you do to your own son.
This was wrong, but he had long since dispelled those thoughts, Choso didn't care how wrong it was, he just knew he needed you more than ever.
Some hours went by, waking Yuji up for dinner, then sending him right off to bed, cleaning the kitchen up for you. Choso took care of all the chores that you— a mother would usually do. But for you? Oh he wouldn't let you lift a finger.
12am, everyone should be asleep, everyone but him. The only thing keeping him awake was strain on his pajama pants caused by his monstrous cock. Pictures and videos just were going to do it for him, he craved to be inside your warm, tight walls completely this time.
No, not just the tip or the head, he needed to be inside you as much as he could at least.
The house was dark, almost dead silent if not for the TV in yuji's playing cocofelons as he slept, Choso was quietly making his way to your bedroom with his cock hanging heavy while throbbing hot in hand at the anticipation as he crept in your room where you lay peacefully. While your TV softly played some true crime show— Choso didn't have a clue in the world for how you could even fall asleep to such horrific events playing in the background, but that doesn't have anything to do with the precum leaking from his rock-hard cock.
His eyes were so fixated on that fat, voluptuous ass of yours peaking out from underneath that gown— teasing him almost.
The mattress sunk in as he slowly, carefully climbed into bed knee first. Since you were already laying on your stomach, Choso's preferred choice— he used his knees to help part your legs to get a better position, while he pumped his cock with a tight fist.
While using his free hand to gently pull the gown over your ass and fondle one of your cheeks. “Fuck.. I want both.” he pouts, looking at your puckered asshole and already wet pussy. “Is she dreaming of me? That's why she's wet? It must be!” He thought to himself. He got all that from just your pussy naturally being wet.
He moved like he couldn't help it, like your insides were calling out his name, begging for him to drive his massive cock deep inside. Now all he knew was to chase that closeness he craved. “God, I'm going to lose my mind—” he hissed before breaking into a breathless laugh, the moment he sank into you— hearing a coo come from your sleeping form he paused for only a moment, only the head was past that warm entrance and he was already trembling.
His breath stuttered once he surged forward— eyes shut tight as he slammed his hips into your ass. Just as your eyes shot open, Choso made quick work of covering your mouth, using his weight to hold you down while the other arm wrapped firmly around your throat. Your insides were so full of dick that the tip alone was creating a bulge in your tummy.
Taking a moment to allow you to adjust to his monstrous size, Choso rubbed his nose against the the side of your head to your hair breathing in your scent as if it were a drug his eyes rolled back, a shaky exhale leaving him as if your scent alone went straight to the dome— and his dick.
“M'sorry, Mommy..” He shuttered, landing a kiss on the back of your head. “I couldn't take it— look.. Feel what you do to me, i- it's your fault.” your eyes crossed almost immediately at the pace he's setting. slow deliberate to a more rough and brutal pace every thrust emphasized with a grunt. His arm tightened around your throat.
Screaming into the palm of his hand, feet kicking frantically only made him drive his throbbing cock deeper the tip kissed your cervix. “Shhh.. Don't want to wake Yuji, mom.”
The obscene sound of skin smacking against skin was like music bouncing off the walls, straight to his ears, accompanied with the creaking and groaning of the bed frame as it shuttered underneath Choso's brutal pace. His eyes rolled back again feeling your silken walls gripping him like a vice.
“Fuck…Mom— you feel—” his words fell apart into a breathless laugh, lips brushed against the back of your ear as he kept muttering voice whiny and low like his thoughts were spilling out faster than he could utter them. “Mommy.. I want— can't think—” the way he called out to you not only made you dizzy, but sent chills all over your body. “Up.. Fill you— up—”
You couldn't shake him off, or even get a word out. Not only was he too heavy for you to try and push off, but Choso was his weight into each thrust. They were getting sloppier by the second, Choso clenched his jaw while hissing through teeth, trying his best to refrain from cumming so soon— he needed your juices all over his meaty cock.
The tip bullied your g-spot with each passing kiss to your womb, he could feel your ass arching into his heavy-hitting thrusts. Your toes curled helplessly, nails digging into the sheets as your body didn't know where to put all this electrifying tension. Choso finally uncovered your mouth only to reposition it at the arch of your back pushing down and using it as leverage to continuously drive his pistoning cock into that spongy sweet spot, giving it to you relentlessly.
“Ch- Cho— so..” You finally choked out.
“Fuck.. Gonna— c-cum.. Cum on me, mommy— Fuuu— mama.. so good— so fuckin—” he murmured, tightening his arm around your throat.
Choso was a babbling mess fucking himself stupid into you. Sweat was beading off his forehead.
“Cho.. B-baby— w-wai-..” You could barely get the words out, it felt like he was trying to put his dick in your chest the way he was abusing your cunt. You could feel an orgasm approaching rapidly from your clitoris and gut almost like the urge to pee.
“T- take it.. Take it take it take it take it..” with one final brutal slam of his hips, Choso buried himself as deep as he could, letting a roar that quickly turned into him whining in pleasure as he erupts inside you, painting those spasming walls white with thick, scalding ropes of cum overflowing your womb with his baby batter while the rest leaked onto the sheets mixing with your release.
Your brain felt like tv static.
No words.
Stars in your vision.
Just heavy breaths between you two.
Choso's heavy cock remained buried inside you. He kissed the side of your head down to your ear, his breath hot against your skin. “L.. Look what you did to me, mama.. Making me cum like this..” He groaned, clearly drunk off your pussy. “Look what you do to your son, mommy.. It's yours— oh it's your fault..” He licked, kissed your ear once more all while desperately rocking his hips into your for more friction.
“Gonna pump you full.. Make sure it takes… mama— mommy..” He whimpered, clearly not done with you.
No, he'll never be done with you.
What a life for a boy mom like you, hopefully Yuji doesn't take after his big brother when he's older.
❥ Summary: Tattoo artist!Choso's been a mama's boy since your husband stepped out the picture, now that he's grown he's taken up the role of the man of house... In more ways than one.
❥ TW: Taboo ♥︎ Mom/Son ♡ Age gap ♥︎ breeding link ♡ Yandere tendency ♥︎ pregnancy kink (if you quint) ♡ size kink ♥︎ stomach bulge ♡ monster cock ♥︎ stupidified ♡ overstimulation ♥︎ cream pie ♡ dubcon ♥︎ Mentions of drugging ♡ stalking ♥︎ rough s3x ♡
❥ WC: 2k
❥ Author's note: Sorry this took so long, was writing this with one hand and getting dicked down by life itself...
Choso was always family oriented, the over protective big brother, and even the son that doesn't play about his mom, Especially his mom. All in all he was a mama's boy, he didn't care too much about whoever his father was because all he really needed was you, his sweet doting mother.
He needed you a little too much..
Choso hadn't moved out of the house or even considered going to college.
Becoming a tattoo artist was right up his alley, that or being a gamer boy.
He didn't want college keeping him away from you or his brothers, they needed him, you needed him. Choso wanted nothing more than to help his single mom with the rest of his brothers.
Yuji was a tough one to deal with, having to chase him up and down the house just to put him down for a nap was tiring work. So tiring you'd think he'd be the one nodding off, but instead of him taking a nap it's you.
As much as Choso adored his baby brother, he hated sharing you just as much. Yuji was the kind of kid that was more close with his siblings rather than the person who gave birth to him.
Especially when Choso leaves for work Yuji would act as if Choso had given birth to him— crying and screaming wanting to go with his cool, tatted, muscular stoner big brother. On days like this he'd just take him to the tattoo shop with him giving you the whole day to yourself.
But when they came home Yuji was out like a light, tired from a whole day of running around, yapping, eating the other artists' food, and getting so much attention.
It was off to bed for him when they got home.
Then there's you, single mother of two of course, pulling out a hot and ready chicken pot pie from the oven. It was a cozy day which called for a cozy meal. From the looks of it though, it seemed like Choso and you would be enjoying it together.
While you were fixing your bowls, Choso had put Yuji to bed and headed for the bathroom to relieve himself.
For weeks he had been collecting pictures of you in any way he could, as sneaky as he could. In a photo album he had titled “Mama ♡” he had dozens of pictures and videos of you showering, sleeping, half naked, you name it he had it. He's even got a video or two of you and him.. After putting a little something in your drink.
That was his favorite, you were sleeping so good that he just couldn't help, but to help himself to a piece of your pussy.
Choso didn't know what to get off too so as usual he'd stroke himself to everything.
“F- Fuck, M-Mommy..” He whimpered, staring at a picture of your asshole and pussy he took yesterday while you were asleep.
The more he swiped the faster he jerked himself off, the next photo almost sent him over the edge, your pretty feet, he dragged the phone closer, pressing fevered licks and kisses along the screen as if it were your own flesh. “Mom..” He groaned “Mommy..”
He bucked his hips uncontrollably. “Tell me I'm your good boy, tell me tell me tell me.” Choso whispered, he fluttered his eyes, forcing them to refocus on a video of you showering. He had gotten really lucky this time, you were too busy washing your hair to even notice him.
Choso was so close to exploding, usually he lasts longer than this, but when it comes to you— he just couldn't hold back. His chest rose and fell rapidly in ragged breaths , eyes stung with tears whelming up, his stomach felt as if it were in a knot.
He was so close, hanging his head back against the bathroom door. So worked up over you that all he could mouth was your name.
“Choso?” You called out from the other side. “Are you okay in there, hun? I called for you three times, your food will get cold!”
He came to an abrupt stop squeezing his cock in the process. “S- Sorry mom! I'll be down in a second!” Had you really been calling for him? Was he so lost in the sauce that he completely tuned out his surroundings completely? These thoughts raced through his mind while he tried to fix himself up before dinner, wincing at having to stuff his already sensitive cock back into those awfully tight jeans of his. His hardened cock only makes them tighter unfortunately for him.
“Alright.. You're going to go downstairs, have dinner with mom and.. and— ugh..” Choso facepalm, he was so nervous about finally having alone time with you that didn't require him to sneak around. You're just so gorgeous, curvy in all the right places, funny, energetic, there were so many amazing qualities about you.
Oh, but the way you make his heart palpitate.
“I warmed your food up for you, where's Yuji? Sound asleep I bet.”
“Thanks mama, yeah he's asleep, we had a long day. But he had a lot of fun, and even brought in more customers.” He slowly stuffed his face.
“Well, that's good, maybe you should take him to work with you more if he's going to be that tired when he gets home!” you started to laugh thinking about all the times you tried to get him to sleep only for you to end up falling asleep before him.
Choso's pants got tighter listening to your sweet voice and contagious laughter. He could hardly focus on eating, although your cooking was amazing that's not what he wanted.
What he craved most was your touch, that warm, wet, cunt he could only feel every once and a while.
“Cho? Baby, what's wrong you've barely eaten your food?”
The wet squelchy sound his food made as he stirred it around had him lost in thought, it damn near sounds exactly like your pussy when he was digging in it.
“Cho!?”
“Huh?! Oh— Sorry, I guess I'm just not as hungry as I thought..” He gave a nervous smile followed by a little chuckle.
“Aww, Well if you get hungry later on or Yuji wakes up the rest is on the stove, Mama's going to head to bed.” With a kiss upon his forehead you went off to your bedroom. Choso reached out, but hesitated, watching you leave to your room he tilted his head to the left, eyes fixated on how your ass moved like water in that thin night gown.
Choso laid out flat on his back with a deep sigh, too chicken to say he needs you, too pussy to tell you what you do to your own son.
This was wrong, but he had long since dispelled those thoughts, Choso didn't care how wrong it was, he just knew he needed you more than ever.
Some hours went by, waking Yuji up for dinner, then sending him right off to bed, cleaning the kitchen up for you. Choso took care of all the chores that you— a mother would usually do. But for you? Oh he wouldn't let you lift a finger.
12am, everyone should be asleep, everyone but him. The only thing keeping him awake was strain on his pajama pants caused by his monstrous cock. Pictures and videos just were going to do it for him, he craved to be inside your warm, tight walls completely this time.
No, not just the tip or the head, he needed to be inside you as much as he could at least.
The house was dark, almost dead silent if not for the TV in yuji's playing cocofelons as he slept, Choso was quietly making his way to your bedroom with his cock hanging heavy while throbbing hot in hand at the anticipation as he crept in your room where you lay peacefully. While your TV softly played some true crime show— Choso didn't have a clue in the world for how you could even fall asleep to such horrific events playing in the background, but that doesn't have anything to do with the precum leaking from his rock-hard cock.
His eyes were so fixated on that fat, voluptuous ass of yours peaking out from underneath that gown— teasing him almost.
The mattress sunk in as he slowly, carefully climbed into bed knee first. Since you were already laying on your stomach, Choso's preferred choice— he used his knees to help part your legs to get a better position, while he pumped his cock with a tight fist.
While using his free hand to gently pull the gown over your ass and fondle one of your cheeks. “Fuck.. I want both.” he pouts, looking at your puckered asshole and already wet pussy. “Is she dreaming of me? That's why she's wet? It must be!” He thought to himself. He got all that from just your pussy naturally being wet.
He moved like he couldn't help it, like your insides were calling out his name, begging for him to drive his massive cock deep inside. Now all he knew was to chase that closeness he craved. “God, I'm going to lose my mind—” he hissed before breaking into a breathless laugh, the moment he sank into you— hearing a coo come from your sleeping form he paused for only a moment, only the head was past that warm entrance and he was already trembling.
His breath stuttered once he surged forward— eyes shut tight as he slammed his hips into your ass. Just as your eyes shot open, Choso made quick work of covering your mouth, using his weight to hold you down while the other arm wrapped firmly around your throat. Your insides were so full of dick that the tip alone was creating a bulge in your tummy.
Taking a moment to allow you to adjust to his monstrous size, Choso rubbed his nose against the the side of your head to your hair breathing in your scent as if it were a drug his eyes rolled back, a shaky exhale leaving him as if your scent alone went straight to the dome— and his dick.
“M'sorry, Mommy..” He shuttered, landing a kiss on the back of your head. “I couldn't take it— look.. Feel what you do to me, i- it's your fault.” your eyes crossed almost immediately at the pace he's setting. slow deliberate to a more rough and brutal pace every thrust emphasized with a grunt. His arm tightened around your throat.
Screaming into the palm of his hand, feet kicking frantically only made him drive his throbbing cock deeper the tip kissed your cervix. “Shhh.. Don't want to wake Yuji, mom.”
The obscene sound of skin smacking against skin was like music bouncing off the walls, straight to his ears, accompanied with the creaking and groaning of the bed frame as it shuttered underneath Choso's brutal pace. His eyes rolled back again feeling your silken walls gripping him like a vice.
“Fuck…Mom— you feel—” his words fell apart into a breathless laugh, lips brushed against the back of your ear as he kept muttering voice whiny and low like his thoughts were spilling out faster than he could utter them. “Mommy.. I want— can't think—” the way he called out to you not only made you dizzy, but sent chills all over your body. “Up.. Fill you— up—”
You couldn't shake him off, or even get a word out. Not only was he too heavy for you to try and push off, but Choso was his weight into each thrust. They were getting sloppier by the second, Choso clenched his jaw while hissing through teeth, trying his best to refrain from cumming so soon— he needed your juices all over his meaty cock.
The tip bullied your g-spot with each passing kiss to your womb, he could feel your ass arching into his heavy-hitting thrusts. Your toes curled helplessly, nails digging into the sheets as your body didn't know where to put all this electrifying tension. Choso finally uncovered your mouth only to reposition it at the arch of your back pushing down and using it as leverage to continuously drive his pistoning cock into that spongy sweet spot, giving it to you relentlessly.
“Ch- Cho— so..” You finally choked out.
“Fuck.. Gonna— c-cum.. Cum on me, mommy— Fuuu— mama.. so good— so fuckin—” he murmured, tightening his arm around your throat.
Choso was a babbling mess fucking himself stupid into you. Sweat was beading off his forehead.
“Cho.. B-baby— w-wai-..” You could barely get the words out, it felt like he was trying to put his dick in your chest the way he was abusing your cunt. You could feel an orgasm approaching rapidly from your clitoris and gut almost like the urge to pee.
“T- take it.. Take it take it take it take it..” with one final brutal slam of his hips, Choso buried himself as deep as he could, letting a roar that quickly turned into him whining in pleasure as he erupts inside you, painting those spasming walls white with thick, scalding ropes of cum overflowing your womb with his baby batter while the rest leaked onto the sheets mixing with your release.
Your brain felt like tv static.
No words.
Stars in your vision.
Just heavy breaths between you two.
Choso's heavy cock remained buried inside you. He kissed the side of your head down to your ear, his breath hot against your skin. “L.. Look what you did to me, mama.. Making me cum like this..” He groaned, clearly drunk off your pussy. “Look what you do to your son, mommy.. It's yours— oh it's your fault..” He licked, kissed your ear once more all while desperately rocking his hips into your for more friction.
“Gonna pump you full.. Make sure it takes… mama— mommy..” He whimpered, clearly not done with you.
No, he'll never be done with you.
What a life for a boy mom like you, hopefully Yuji doesn't take after his big brother when he's older.
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ACTS — breast play, dry humping, heavy petting, hickey-giving, grinding, lap dance, body worship, massaging, kissing/make-out, sexting, reading smut, mutual masturbation, bathing/showering together
VISUALS — Saliva/(pre)cum rolling down chin/neck, jerking what can't fit, making out with... (cockhead, shaft, balls, clit, etc.), cheek bulging with cock, hollowing out cheeks while sucking harder, rolling eyes back in ecstasy, tasting them, pulling in for a dirty kiss afterwards, juices smeared across cheek, lips glistening with slick
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VISUALS — wetting palm/slicking fingers with juices, stroking at g-spot with fingertip, stroking his length, grazing fingertips down, eye contact as they ruin you with their handiwork
FINGERING — warming up with teasing, working at the clit simultaneously, using their whole arm, tensing their biceps the more they exert pressure, switching up techniques (stroking back and forth, sweeping/massaging circles, 'come hither'), curling fingers inside, sucking/tasting sweet slick off fingers
JERKING — cock hanging heavy or drooping from its weight, jumping in anticipation to be touched, throbbing hot in palm of hand, wielding at the base, brisk/quick or languid/slow strokes, balls jiggling each time wrist meets the base
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DIALOGUE IDEAS — behave, do as i say, watch that attitude of yours, let me guide you, watch me fuck you, don't take your eyes off me or I'll stop, use your words, on your knees, open wide, you love it don't you? filthy slut, don't hide your face, let it all out on me, fuck me like you mean it, all for me?, dirty mind you've got there, need me to take care of you?, just like that, you take it so well, then come and get it, you like that huh?, i know you're into it, cum with me, say my name, who's fucking you this good?, can't resist you, irresistible little slut, take it, spread your legs for me, try a little harder for me
SWEET PET NAMES — baby, bambi, angel, darling, bunny, doll, babydoll, sweetheart, butterfly, good girl/boy, little Aphrodite, goddess, baby girl/boy
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ORGASM TYPES — clitoral, vaginal, cervical, blended, hands-free, cumshot/facial, in panties, etc.
VOCABULARY — let me have you, can we...?, is it alright?, unless you don't want to, do you like it?, go faster/slower, let's take a break, are you okay (in the middle or after an act), can you take it?, is your jaw not sore like this?
AFTERCARE IDEAS — getting cleaned up together (bath, shower), carrying you, pillow talk, cuddling, having food, giving water, massaging numb/sore/tired parts, soothing bite/hit marks, brushing hair out of face, kissing forehead, praising for taking it so well, helping put clothes back on, making jokes, petting hair, telling you how much they love you, confessing their feelings
