Soothing groans filled the room while Manato eagerly thrusted forward into your generously warm cunt, panting softly as his usually stoic face flushed an enticingly deep red, tinted golden by the fairy lights strung around your shared bedroom. “.. I’m.. I’m so sorry.” He whimpered, breaking the pleasant silence as he peppered your face in kisses shyly.
“I’m really, really sorry.. I.. I can’t help it-” The wolf thiren continued to whine, deeply embarrassed as he buried himself to the hilt time and time again.
“It’s… a-alright,” You managed out between soft moans and grunts. Manato’s pace didn’t let up despite his flustered mumbling, if anything, it increased. You bit your lip, nearly drawing blood as you held in a deep gasp at the abrupt change in speed. The thiren’s chest pressed to yours, and you felt oddly warmed at the sight of his tail excitedly wagging behind his muscular frame – an adorable comparison to his troubled face.
You whimpered impatiently as he continued his casual thrusts, gasping quietly as his large, calloused palms ran along the plush skin of your stomach, antsily cupping your clothed breast with a satisfied whine. “Yer’ so pretty..” He mumbled boyishly, his length still diligently ramming into you without faltering as he sluggishly tugged away your top.
“I-I dunno what.. What I’d do without ya’.” He winced s hyly, kissing and mouthing at your breasts and sighing in admiration as the little pink buds pebbled in response to the cool air. Manato nearly sobbed; he just loved you too much – even more so when you graciously offered to help him through his rut.
His eyes sparkled with delight as you exhaled in pleasure, his hips snapping forward keenly as he registered your enjoyment. Manato passionately licked at your collarbone, tail wagging in utter joy as your beautiful gasps and moans filled his tufted ears. Your volume increased just slightly as his canines brushed your hardened nipples. “So, so pretty-” He hushedly praised, kissing the valley between your breasts. You were trembling, legs quivering as he ruthlessly pumped in and out of your sensitive folds.
“I-I’m gonna-”
You cried timidly, hands balling into fists against the silky blankets below you. Before you could spiral into pleasure, Manato’s own bulky hands found your own, fingers intertwining as his forehead brushed against your own. “Me too, yeah–” He muttered, panting heavily as his tail swished to and fro with eager anticipation that was barely registered in your bliss-addled brain.
“Gonna.. Gonna cum inside. Can I? Please, baby?” Manato begged needily, unaware of how heavy his form was atop your own as he ground into you. “Please, I- I really need it…” The wolf thiren sounded like he was on the verge of sobbing, tears pricking at his crimson eyes as he stared down into your own pleadingly. “I need it s’ bad..” He choked out softly, tail wagging even faster despite the overwhelming need in his groin.
You gasped softly, your frame convulsing subtly as you neared your orgasm. You couldn’t care less if he came inside or not, you just desperately needed to reach that high you had denied yourself for far too long. “Please, just- Manato, please..” You croaked with a frustrated sob, hands squeezing his tight enough that it bordered on painful.
Manato bit his lip, hips stuttering forward as lewd slaps of wet flesh echoed throughout your small, comfortable room.
“I l-love you-” The wolf thiren babbled, shyly pressing his lips to yours as you oh-so-romantically came together in sync. You cried out faintly at the feeling of his cum spilling into your insides, your own white pleasure oozing around his cock in a way that made his heart flutter.
“A-Ah.. alright..” You began, panting softly as he gently guided you through your heavy release with a long sigh, pulling it with an erotic squelch. Relieved, you laid still, letting the mixture of white fluid slip out onto your inner thighs. “God, that- You don’t let up, do you?” Chuckling, you teased Manato lightheartedly, not yet noticing the look on his face as he stared at your leaking pussy.
“... Manato? Are you okay?” You piped up after a brief moment of silence, hands gently tugging on his own as he grew antsy from where he was still connected to you.
“Baby? I-I’m.. I’m real sorry… Really s-sorry..” He mumbled, sniffling softly as he moved, burying his face into your chest – in turn making your stomach churn with worry. “Manato? What is it?” You prompted, worried as his tail twitched like a live wire behind his scarred frame. “I love you.. S’.. much..” He reaffirmed with something akin to desperation, and before you could get a response out–
“M-Manato!” A yelp tore from your throat as his abrupt erection rammed into your sensitive, pulsing heat. You couldn’t formulate a response as he rocked in and out of your overstimulated womanhood with renewed fervor. “I.. I know- I-” He whimpered nervously, kissing your swollen lips as he pushed further inside, cock twitching at the sight of a subtle bulge against the skin of your stomach. Manato choked on his words, tail whipping as he whimpered like a puppy.
“I-I needa cum-” He huffed between deep pants, the familiar size making your belly ache with a delicious mix of pleasure-pain – appearing visibly as your stomach grew full. “A-Ah- I.. I need more-” He begged through gritted teeth, biting down on your neck as he soothed the hickey with a sweet swipe of his large tongue.
You grabbed at his deep, charcoal hair lining the nape of his neck, panting as sweat pooled atop your furrowed brow. It was slightly frustrating, not being able to get a single word out because of how much you were drooling. “Please don’t b-be mad- Please don’t..” He whimpered, the sound so endearing your heart swelled despite yourself as he pumped viciously into your abused pussy. He whined needily; “S’ t-tight- Y-You’re so good-”
You mewled, gasping for air as his dick pushed impossibly further into your gut. He choked on what sounded like a sob or a wince, snapping his pelvis forward rhythmically as you felt yourself reaching your second high of the night. “C-Can’t-” You babbled incessantly, strings of drool rolling down your chin in waves as you tried to speak.
Manato didn’t answer, pressing his lips to yours hungrily as he cleaned your chin with rough kisses and his tongue; strings of saliva linking your mouths together. “S-So good, y’are…” He groaned, his movements slowing as he finally came, hips stuttering softly as he milked it carefully. “Thank.. Thank you s’ much..” The thiren whimpered, kissing at your sweat-slicked cheeks adoringly as he pulled out for the second time with an oddly enticing wet ‘plap’.
You panted, face flushed as sweat ran down your skin; the little beads of water glimmering a sweet gold beneath LEDs adorning your ceiling like sprawling vines. “I’m so… so sorry.. I couldn’t..” Manato whimpered in humiliation, kissing at your cheeks in silent apology. A wave of relief washed over as you watched his length grow slack against his stomach.
“... It’s alright.” You croaked with a pant, squeezing his hand lightly as he succumbed to obvious exhaustion beside you.
(Fisting, p in v, unprotected sex, maybe sadism, FEM READER)
"You sure you weren't made for me, sunshine?"
Tartaglia crooned sensually, mouthing at your swollen lips as he peppered your face in gentle kisses. It didn't take a genius to see how overstimulated you were, but Tartaglia just couldn't help himself from pulling orgasm after orgasm from your trembling frame.
You mumbled softly, incoherently as he decided to hug you to his chest, still slowly pumping in and out of your abused heat with various lewd slaps of flesh. "You're so amazing, baby. So good for me, hm?" He cooed quietly, an almost mocking contrast to the way his angry hard-on pistoned within your womanhood.
He chuckled as you whimpered, relishing in the way you squirmed against him. He took a hand from your hair, kissing at your neck as the calloused palm snaked up to your chest and gently squeezed at your breast. He let out a soft 'aww' at the sight of the pretty pink bud hardening, and he couldn't resist giving it a soothing lick as it flushed an angry red.
"A-Ajax, c-can't keep goin'..." You breathed, panting as he slowed his movements to a much more manageable pace for your fragile figure.
"Shh, shh.. we're doing so, so well, sunshine. I think we're at your.. eigth now..?" He mused, kissing at your forehead as he lovingly guided your head to his scarred chest. "Just hold onto me.. I've got you, alright?"
Tartaglia groaned as your gummy walls clenched around his length just right, moving his hand from your breast and instead running his thumb over your navel. "Mm.. sunshine, should I cum inside again?" He hummed thoughtfully, his hips rocking slowly as he debated releasing onto your adorable little tummy or into your tight, aching hole.
You, cockdrunk and overstimulated to the point that giving an answer was virtually impossible, slurred softly; drool sliding down your chin. "A-Ajax.."
"Aw, babygirl.." Tartaglia whispered smoothly, tenderly smoothing back your hair. "I know, I know.. I'm right here," He consoled hushedly, kissing at your cheek to soften the blow of his middle finger redirecting to massage your clit. "Cum for me, please sunshine? You're so beautiful, mm? I'm nearly there-"
He tried to speak smoothly, but the attempt was endearingly cut off as his hips eagerly stuttered into your slick heat. Tartaglia let out a low, rumbly moan as he finally made it to his sweet release, painting your insides white with what you were sure was a pleased little whimper.
You squirmed desperately, moaning softly as your legs violently trembled. "Yep, y-yeah, yeah.. there she is." Tartaglia straightened up and crooned, his tongue snaking into your mouth as he muffled your exhausted yelps and moans of pleasure. As your release hit, he milked it out - though not unkindly. "How good's that, hm?" The ginger chuckled in fond amusement, the sound warm like a embrace to your quivering, nude body.
"Always making such a mess for me, aren't you girlie?" Tartaglia teased playfully, kissing at your fucked-out face a few more times before he adjusted your position in order to finally pull out. When he unsheathed himself, it felt as though a chunk of your body had been clawed away cruelly, and in response; you mewled his name with a sob. ".. 'Jax.."
His expression softened impossibly further as he stole another kiss from your drool-stained lips. "Shit, you're so tight.." Tartaglia grumbled to himself, watching as his cock slowly sank down as he satiated his arousal with a triumphant grin.
"Good girl, sunshine. I'll treat you for dinner, yeah?" The ginger purred, running a hand through your hair as you quietly twitched against the bedsheets.
"Or maybe you could treat me?~"
That teasing voice would be the end of you and your little hole, and he knew it as his dick eagerly sprung up again while his hand brushed against your waist... "Just another little treat for me, yeah girlie?"
Before you could answer, his face was stuffed against your overstimulated pussy, making you cry out as the sensations overwhelmed you. "A-Ajax!" You gasped, nails digging into his scalp as he licked against your angry clit in smooth, languid motions. You could just feel the arrogance in his movements as he sucked the bud sloppily, his hands gripping your hips firmly. "That's my name, sweet thing," He purred teasingly, a gloved finger lightly teasing your tight hole as he chuckled deviously. "One.. two...~" He drawled, making you whimper as you desperately tried closing your legs in anticipation of his next move. "And.. three!~" He cooed warmly, his middle finger sliding deep inside your cunt, making your body spasm and twitch in a delicious mix of pleasure and pain.
You tried yelling at him, scolding the ginger man as he grew lost in the moment, though your jaw was slack as drool leaked from swollen lips. ".. J-Jax..." You croaked weakly, and his gently tutted you in response, not without shoving his finger deeper. "Its alright, darling. I know it's new, but doesn't this feel so good?" He hummed with faux thought, his pointer brushing against the delicate skin before plunging in beside his other digit.
"Let's experiment, sunshine! Lets try something new?~" He eagerly sang, passionately pressing a kiss to your aching clit with teasing intent. "Ever heard of fisting, my love?"
Fisting?
The term sounded... familliar, yet so foreign. Fisting. What the hell was that?!
"W-Whuh..." You slurred lazily, eyes glazed over and lips wet with a love-filled mix of your salivas combinded.
"Aw, baby.. I'll tell you!" He cooed cheerily, gently pumping his two fingers in and out of your wet, soft warmth. "Okay, so... eyes up here, sunny," Tartaglia carefully angled your chin upright to meet his gaze with a smug grin.
"Alright, sweetheart. I'm going to put my whole hand inside you!"
You tensed, eyes splitting wide open as you stared up at him in disbelief. You quickly shook your head, ignoring the heavy waves of pleasure he elictied with each skillfull push of his fingers. "N-No- Ajax, no-" Before you could even move, his mouth was pressed to yours, silencing any protests in favour of soft groans and whimpers. You could feel his two other fingers playfully grinding against your plush skin, and the dread inside your heart bubbed up ferociously.
He slowly slid in the third finger, the sensation making you feel as though you were splitting in half, your pained cries muffled by loving, soothing lips connecting the two of you. The fourth made you cry out into his mouth, your hands ripping through the bedsheets below you as you kicked around in overstimulation. Tartaglia pulled away with soft clicks of his tongue. "Ah-ah. You're going to hurt yourself when I just wanna make you feel good. Ah- not the sheets, dear! Those cost a fortune!~" He decided to cruelly tease, momentarily distracting you as the pleasureable pain of his thumb pushing inside make you sob out.
"Good! Good girl! Such a good, good girl, aren't you, baby? My little sunshine, yeah? Love you so much..."
The harbinger praised you sweetly, his hand slowly moving upward through your wet heat. "Mm.. this is where our babies will go, hm?" Tartaglia cooed, chuckling warmly as he watched your stomach bulge against the push of his fingers. "Can't wait, darling."
You groaned, the sound a drawl as he slowly began pumping his arm in and out of your abused cunt, the room heavy with lewd, wet noises. "See? I'd never hurt you, sunshine."
With a spasm, you cried out softly, hands fisting in the ripped sheets as your orgasm finally decided it was the right time to hit. "Ah, so quickly." Tartaglia mused, slightly disappointed as he carefully pulled his muscular arm out of your familiar warmth.
He lovingly smiled down at your fucked out face, cooing at the sight he deemed utterly endearing. "So cute, aren't you just, my beautiful wife?"
Curiously, he hummed, looking at his arm coated in cum, sweat and sweet smelling slick. "Ah, so dirty." He chided no one in particular, sucking his fingers clean with quiet moans of delight. You watched him, heavily dazed as you glanced around in exhaustion. "That was your 10th, I'd bet. So, so proud!~" He purred lovingly, as if he didn't just put you through devastating amounts of pleasure and pain with his own hands.
a/n: Unrelated to other parts -- just felt like sum wrio yk. sorry 4 the wait lmao
"You're so, so beautiful,"
Wriothesley sighed, unable to help himself from pressing a tender kiss to your forehead as he smoothed your hair back.
He gently grasped at your thighs, assisting you in your adorable attempt to ride him. You were too good for this damned prison, he sighed.
"Don't push yourself now,"
He frowned at your reddened, sweaty face, his hands coming up to cradle your cheeks as his thighs held you in place firmly, yet not unkindly. "You're doing so, so well for me, sweetheart," Wriothesley offered a coo of praise, wiping tears from under your eyes as you trembled. "I've never felt so good," He reassured soothingly, squeezing your waist with his legs as if to prove a point.
"Wriothesley-"
You uttered, your bitten, plump bottom lip trembling pathetically. "Shh, shh. You're doing so well." He reaffirmed, hushing you with a loving press of his lips to yours.
He groaned softly as he felt you clench around him, and he slowly began rocking his hips back and forth.
"There... there we go," He kissed your forehead once more as he listened to your melodious whimpers and cries of pleasure.
"Come on, let it all out for me, baby."
Wriothesley urged softly, smirking in satisfaction as you finally relented and released your sweet bodily fluids against him. Wriothesley wouldn't mind doing this more often, especially with the risk of you getting pregnant with his children on the line.
A/N: I hope u guys like this (>_<„) I also lowk forgot tumblr existed for a while oops… sorry for the wait ;-;
“Gon’ fill you right up, sweetheart.” Wriothesley whispered gently, his rough voice smooth with affection as he slowly pulled his slick-coated fingers out, observing the way the slimy liquid stretched and dripped along his digits.
He sighed out softly, exhaling against the nape of your neck as he wiped his fingers along his pants. Wriothesley undid his belt, letting the leather slide onto the floor with a soft clink.
He gently brushed the hair back from your neck as he kissed it, unable to stop himself from biting down on the skin to leave a purple mark. It filled him with a sense of pride, knowing a beautiful, delicate thing such as yourself was his to love and care for.
“Are you ready, sweetheart?”
He gently cooed out, his tone genuine and free of mocking as he exhaled against your ear heavily. He loved how vulnerable you were- how trusting and utterly devoted you were to him.
“Y-Yeah,”
At your soft whine, he slowly buried himself in between your folds, groaning at how slick and warm they were around his length. Carefully, as to not spook or hurt you, he took his time in burying himself to the hilt.
“How’s that?” Wriothesley asked quietly, his heart thumping as he listened for your reaction. As you tried forming an answer, he gently began rocking his hips back and forth.
“I’m gon’ try my best to make you a momma, yeah?” Wriothesley huffed out as you clenched around him, his bulky hands massaging your shoulders gently as you sobbed and gasped into your pillow.
“Please-“ You sputtered out in a daze, utterly entranced by the pleasure shooting through your body with each thrust of your husband’s large cock. He huffed out as you soft sound of amusement; speeding up his movements.
The thought of having children — a sweet little family living in this large house — made his heart flutter. Wriothesley wanted kids, many, many kids with you. He wanted to spoil, nurture and teach each of them, and most of all, he wanted to spoil you as your stomach grew swollen and heavy with his kin.
He sped up despite himself at the idea, his balls slapping against your soft ass as he hissed out in pleasure. Wriothesley let out a guttural groan as he noticed the sheer amount of cum already spurting onto his length. You came so quickly- he adored it. He was gonna make you do it until you forgot your own name, solely remembering his as you screamed.
“You’re doing so, so well for me sweetheart. I’m so proud of you, babygirl..”
He was relentless with his stamina, yet ever so gentle and loving with his pace, his two fingers slowly pumping in and out of your virgin cunt.
You moan softly, whimpering as tears fell down your red cheeks. He tutted you softly, stealing a gentle kiss from your swollen lips he had previously mouthed and bitten.
“Don’t cry,” He murmured, kissing away a stray tear, as he curled his fingers slowly, just hitting the spot as you gasped. He hummed out softly in amusement, continuing with his gentle ministrations as he practically scooped out your insides with his bulky fingers.
Wriothesley was a respectful, gentlemanly lover, yet he was growing impatient. His movements sped up the tiniest amount, a lewd squelching echoing from the movement against your sopping wet hole.
“Gonna make you feel good, mhm?”
He hummed softly, stroking your hair back as he slowly scissored his fingers, stretching you out as he prepared you for the inevitable insert of his cock.
