౨ৎ 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐔𝐃𝐄 ┊ though an entire world away most of the time, captain hirako makes it his priority to ensure you never feel lonely.
WARNINGS: nsfw, fem reader, minor spoilers for tybw arc. explicit sex scenes, clothed sex (shinji). wc: 2.2k
NOTES: will he ever leave my head !!!!!! i do not think so but anyways,,, this is a quick take on the unrelenting thoughts of shinji and his human gf that have been plaguing me so.....suffer with me if u will
One could've called you a fool, wearing a thin veil of longing behind your irises whenever you went. You never really lost your spark, but something felt off and it didn't go unnoticed. People caught on to it but never asked too much. Poor thing, they'd think, long distance doesn't look good on her.
You were waiting - not exactly strung up, but always hoping, time ticking by amidst the flurry of thoughts making up your mind.
You were patient, though. You were forbearing in ways Shinji could never be - and though he doesn't enjoy lying, he tried to reason with himself that the frequency of his visits to the World of the Living was simply supposed to ensure he doesn't get too distracted during his shinigami duties.
Not like anyone would blame him, knowing what he does. The thought of you, curled up on your burgundy corduroy couch, playing one of the vinyls he lefts at your place before returning to the Soul Society, perking up at every sound that could just be him...
Had he been a better man, he would devote himself to his work as he should. But if leaving his heart an entire world away with you was a crime, Shinji would rather be guilty.
You're too lenient with him, you think every time he appears on your doorstep with that signature smirk. You should talk his ear off about taking his work more seriously. (Isn't regaining captaincy a big deal? That's what he told you - that's why he left in the first place.) You need to talk to him about this habit of his, sneaking up on you in what seems like the worst moment possible, scaring you out of your wits as you undress for your nightly shower.
And you will. If you still remember about it by the time he's done with you, that is.
"No- fair," you gasp between punched out moans, your back clammy and dripping with sweat, sticking to the cool surface of smooth wood underneath. The table budges with Shinji's every thrust and you grab on the soft fabric of his cravat, silky and slippery between your fingers as you pull him close, chasing his mouth though he doesn't give in, always just a breath away. "Why.. n-gh, why won't you just..."
Your hand reaches to push at the robe underneath his haori, eyebrows furrowing in irritation when the man swiftly grabs onto your wrist and pins it down next to your head. You already felt exposed enough as it is, fully bare while your lover is still clad in multiple layers of his uniform, but the position Shinji put you in now is bringing you to new levels of abashment.
"What's with the whinin'?" Shinji drawls, though shakily. The usual careless lilt is long gone from his tone as agitation bleeds in. A shiver tumbles down your spine at the sound. "Isn't this what had yer pretty little head swooning, doll?"
It was, but it will take more than a crooked smirk and breathy laughter to force it out of you. The reaction alone only solidifies Shinji's suspicions; your face turning away, a stifled sound stalling in your throat.
"Don't say it like that," you hiss, but allow his wandering mouth more space on your neck all on the same breath. Your lips part in a ragged moan when his teeth pull at the skin below the thrum of your pulse, cool metal of his piercing tingling against the warmth when he goes to lap at the perspiration on your skin. He's so worked up and it shows. "I'm never telling you anything ever- uh- again."
Your voice sounds too meek for your liking, but Shinji on the other hand finds great pleasure in the whiny sound. He breathes out a laugh, pressing a messy array of kisses up your jaw, across your cheek, then eventually pushing his lips against yours in a way that knocks the remaining breath out of your lungs.
"That so?" Shinji muses into the kiss, words muffled, tongue meddled with yours. "I'd say plenty of good stuff happens when ya speak your mind with me," His forehead presses against yours and speech grows breathier by the second when he goes to grab your thigh, wrapping it around his hips and simultaneously driving him deeper past your walls, nudging against the spots that have your lashes fluttering in bliss. He draws his hips back and thrusts himself home with a shlick that makes your toes curl. He sucks in a breath, speech merely a low grunt. "There ain't no shame, doll."
The way you squeeze down on him, your cunt throbbing with the aftermath of your previous climax that Shinji eased out of you seemingly effortlessly, is, on the other hand, shameful indeed. You wish you could deny it, but sadly, the man above you does not forget, ever, especially if it can be used against you later. His scrutiny would be enough to catch on anyway. You weren't exactly subtle about the liking you've taken in your boyfriend's work attire. Not like you've ever had a chance to see anything like it before, either - but he was, most definitely, looking his best when clad in the multiple layers of thick fabric and silk, Fifth Division's insignia woven on his back, reminding you just who exactly you managed to wrap around your little finger. Perhaps you were ogling him a little too much, a little too often.
It's a good thing it happened, you guess. Somewhere between your lewd fantasies and Shinji's impatience, you found yourself in a position dreamier than anything you could ever put your mind to. Pushed onto the kitchen table with little regard to your comfort, the towel unwrapped from around your curves, you fell victim to Shinji's mouth finding places he could only wish to taste again these past few weeks, drawing honeyed sounds from your throat and tears from the corners of your eyes.
You've had it coming, really. Now you've just gotta pay the price.
Shinji says there's no shame in the way you take him, but the wet, sticky noise that fills the room whenever he pushes into you is obscene enough to bring a blush to his cheeks, too. Usually all tease and fun, the look he gives you from under his bangs, disheveled and stuck to his forehead, is nothing if not desperate. You think it's a miracle he's managed to last this long with the way he's so achingly hard inside of you, nudging against your cervix with every tilt of his hips, thick fabric of his hakama rubbing against the back of your thighs.
His sounds bleed into something more of a broken groan, nose crinkling, upper teeth baring in an almost pained expression. He's raw and needy, the way you like him most, his fingers squeezing around your wrist while the other hand moves to knead at your exposed breast. Your head tilts back, knocking against the wooden table but the sound is muffled by your whine and gasps, pulled from your mouth by Shinji's expert fingers tugging and pinching on your hardened bud.
Honey brown gaze lifts to your face when the noise you make starts to resemble a keen. "Shin, Shinji, please," you sound too sweet for your own good, the man thinks. Your eyes soften, an euphoric gleam stretching between your lashes when your back arches into him, erect nipples brushing against his haori. He's breathless by the time your mouth forms words again. "Won't whine again, I promise. Let me- fuck, let me touch you, baby."
Call him a sucker or anythin' else you wish- he is not disregarding such a desperate plea.
Groaning when your heel digs into the small of his back, effectively urging him to pick up the pace, he ruts into you, fingers untangling from around your wrist to instead grab a handful of flesh. His fingertips dig into the plush of your ass, dragging you along his length, in rhythm with every thrust and choked little sound tumbling from your mouth. You used to wonder where this strength of his comes from - he's not exactly looking it - but you can't complain.
Finally free, your hands find their way to clutch at Shinji's back, fisting the silk fabric, the other grabbing his jaw to level his face with yours. Your tongue finds his with ease, running over the back of his teeth, lapping at his mouth like it's air; you don't pull away, even when his fingers swiftly slide to rub quick circles over your clit, palm of his hand digging into the plush of your lower abdomen.
Your face contorts in bliss that sets every nerve ablaze, chest rippling, fingers twitching. Shinji could look at you forever - his earthly pleasure, his dearest girl - but the liquid heat pooling in his gut is cutting his fun short with greater heights of satisfaction in perspective. He croons, but it's more patronizing than anything when he does it with his signature grin pulling at his mouth.
"Yer so pretty," He whispers, his gaze finding yours - unfocused, senses splintering with rapture. Your thumb presses against his bottom lip, fingertip grazing across the sharp canines, tracing where your tongue aches to go. "Gorgeous, gorgeous girl. You gonna cum for me?"
You whimper, nodding, haphazardly brushing hair out of his eyes. Your legs wrap around the back of his thighs, pulling him closer, making it near impossible to back out and push back in. You want all of him, all at once - is this too much to ask for? He's there now, filling you up to the brim, hair tickling your cheeks, slim hands touching places only he knew felt best.
You take more than you give, but Shinji doesn't seem to mind. He's happy to spoil you, fingertips pressing down harder on your throbbing nub, nose nudging against the crook of your neck as he drops his head. You feel his breath wash over your skin, teeth nipping across your shoulder, throaty grunts becoming punched out moans when he feels you squeeze down on him, tight like a vice. Your hand tangles in his hair, tugging, and your legs tense in time with him pulling you closer to him, mouth at your pulse point, fingers drawing out your second orgasm of the night.
It's a good thing you two managed to make it to the table, at least, for you would've definitely collapsed by now if that wasn't the case. Your vision turns blotchy at the edges and toes curl, back arching off the polished wood until it's hard for Shinji to move his fingers anymore. You ride out your high on his thrusts, sloppy and rigid but all the forceful, his voice breaking into something resembling a whine and a groan all at once when he pushes himself into completion. You whimper, feeling his teeth sink into your skin, and give a sigh of euphoria when eventually, his body on top of you relaxes, muscles worn out and spent.
A kiss to the crook of your neck, followed by a hearty chuckle and nudge to your jaw, snaps you out of focus. You catch your breath and loosen your grip on Shinji's clothes, allowing him to push himself up and find your face with his eyes, twinkling with mischief as per always.
Does he ever get tired of this?
"Yer gonna be the death of me, doll," He states, snickering when your brows furrow and hand slaps at the back of his neck, only now letting go of his hair.
"As if I was the one spawning out of nowhere and pouncing on you first thing," You mumble under your breath, internally wincing when the small of your back, sweaty and clammy, meets the flat surface underneath. "What would your subordinates think, Captain Hirako?" You feel him twitch inside of you at the honorific. You don't have enough energy to smack him. "Pretty filthy even for you, isn't it?"
Your lips quirk up into a smirk, cheeky and playful when he makes a show of rolling his eyes and grumbling, propping himself up.
"There ain't anythin' filthy about a man wanting his girl," He points out as if matter-of-factly, face more serious than it should be when joking like this but it only makes your smile brighter. Shinji straightens himself, easing your legs back into place, propping your feet up on the edge of the table comfortably.
A glint sparkles across his eyes as he stops, tilting his head, corners of his mouth slowly curling.
"Or having a thing fer uniforms, I guess..."
You shriek, exasperation pushing you up to your elbows as you try your best not to wince at the feeling of him still inside of you.
"Shinji!" You scold, heat scurrying to the tips of your ears. "A thing for uniforms! I am never, ever telling you anything-"
The blond grips your hip, cheshire grin stretched from one ear to the other, and dips down again to kiss you shut. You groan against his lips but wrap your arms around his neck instead of shoving at him, perhaps enjoying the prodding more than you cared to admit.
"Yadda, yadda, yadda," Shinji mumbles, squeezing the flesh at the curve of your hips then giving a polite pat. You scowl but pull him closer on the same breath, the tip of your nose nudging against his.
Could you do something with Shinji as the bottom, like pegging from a Fem!reader?
Yes! Of course <3 Sorry, this is kind of short 😭
You sink your weight down, the strap sinking back into Shinji's sore hole. He lets out a muffled grunt and his cheeks burn bright red.
"You can take it," you tease him, thrusting your hips forward, pushing deeper inside of him. Shinji cries out with pleasure and he clenches onto the bedsheets.
"F-fuck," Shinji breathes out, complete dazed at the feeling of your strap, dragging along his spot. Your strap continues to hit that sweet spot inside of him, whiny moans leaving his mouth.
Pre cum drips from Shinji's cock and goosebumps prick all over his body.
"More," Shinji demands, stuttering out. You continue to pound inside of him and Shinji grunts loudly, cum squirting out from the tip of his cock.
He pants heavily and gasps for air as you pull out of him. You brush back his blonde hair and tuck it behind his ear.
"You did so good for me," you praise him, a smile playing along your face as Shinji comes down from his climax.
Do you have any headcanons for how Nnoitra would act in a romantic relationship? I think he’d have a lot of trouble being honest about his feelings (he’d be so fucked up simply by crushing on someone, let alone dating) and he’d deny loving someone till his last breath lmao
Or nsfw thoughts if you’re up for it, since I can’t not think about fucking him 24/7, also my delusions are telling me he’s a sub who’ll never admit to it, but loves it
I don't have a favorite ship so let it be just some hypothetical "you"...
I think I was a bit scarce here because imo the way he behaves depends on the situation (for example if his S/O is an arrancar, a human or a shinigami, if it's before his loss to Zaraki or after, etc.) so the h/c's can be a bit flavorless but I tried my best. And... I mean you guys can always ask me for more wink wink lmao.
Might as well also make an account for xReader things like I wanted sheesh. Totally agree with what you said btw!!
SFW:
Yeah he'd deny having any feelings even to himself but he'd be so terribly obnoxious with it that it's literally impossible not to notice. He's too clingy, too possessive, too annoying, too prone to jealousy and likes to get in your face both literally and figuratively. There's no such thing as personal space for this man I fear. Grabbing you by the wrists? Yes. Tugging at your ears? Yeah. Leaning closer to grab you by the face or annoyingly lick it if you're not paying attention? Sure
He's in a constant battle with himself and gives mixed messages all the time. At some point Nnoitra can hint at something or make a borderline romantic/sexual comment but once you confront him or make your own move he'd just hit you with his usual "What the hell are you saying?!" bs. The gaslighting is so real
Calling someone he doesn't hate by their name is very intimate to him. So usually it's just "hey you", "idiot", "woman", "human", "shinigami", "quincy", etc.
Nnoitra suffers from cute aggression. There's nothing he'd actually consider cute in this situation of course but if something you did made him feel a little too much or he just happened to be next to you for too long his first immediate response is to want to squash you, break one of your limbs or bite a chunk out of you. Both because he can't deal with his own emotions and because "how fucking dare you"
Both him and Jaegerjaquez are very sensitive to smell and to Nnoitra your scent is very calming. I don't think he's desperate enough to constantly follow you and sniff you lmao but he's definitely stealing something that belongs to you for later. If you're fortunate/unfortunate enough to have the fifth Espada as your roommate and you're away for too long he will rummage through your closet to make a nest out of your clothing or occupy your pillow
The way he sleeps in front of you and whether he does or not in general is very telling. Imo he's a very light and restless sleeper. Constantly on his toes even in his slumber. Eons in Hueco Mundo can do things to you. So if he doesn't take fetal position to hide his stomach with you, won't literally jump up at the slightest of sounds and naps in your presence sometimes - congrats
I think he'd confess only if the situation is so dire he'd rather die than not do this. Like for example if you're having a huge fight and you're so close to leaving he's almost shaking and ripping his hair out out of stress which doesn't happen a lot. Or if there's someone showing interest in you and they're very much successful at making you happy. Then it's a question of defending what he thinks is his even though he won't admit it. Would he actually try to kill the other person? I mean it depends really but if it's Grimmjow or Szayel then fucking sure. Any day. Anyone else is not that big of a competition. Even Ulquiorra. "I mean have you seen him? What a fucking nuisance. He makes me sick. As if he has a chance with anyone at all"
Speaking of which - would brag in front of you all the time
Once you're together he'll never leave and will always make sure others know you're taken. Well not at first of course but still
NSFW (heavily afab leaning because I need this man too oh my god):
Tbh I too can't imagine him as an aggressive alpha-dom-top (tm) if he actually has any feelings for the person. So a service top or a damn bottom it is
The worst size kink ever. He may constantly talk shit about people who are weaker, smaller or frailer than him but once feelings are involved he's aroused by the thought all of a sudden. I think his fingers are not the only thing that is unusually long so not fitting all the way in is not a problem for him - it's even better in fact
As fascinating as the thought of penetration may be to him I think foreplay is his favorite part. Mostly because making you squirm is fun but also because only here he can actually assert domination. After that he's just too soft
I don't care what anyone says this man is a MUNCH
So so painfully slow sometimes. If he's on top would just stop to tease and watch your reaction. Other than that making the process as long as possible is one of his goals. It's not like he has no stamina - he has a lot of it actually but during sex he can be as intimate and as close to you as he wants to be because under normal circumstances he can't afford to put it into words without having to grab himself by the throat
Talks a lot. It's not exactly dirty talk (I don't like it I'm very sorry babes) but he loves saying nasty things and comments on everything that is going on. Otherwise he's nervous
I'm convinced all of the arrancars must be infertile since they don't reproduce this way so. He likes finishing inside. He won't have it any other way. It's special to him because how are you even letting him do something like this but he also shows affection this way
The more vocal his partner is the better. Everyone must know
I mentioned that he loves your scent before so yeahhh. I hope you don't mind stains on your clothes
ANYWAY THANKS
female overstimulation is amazing but i rarely ever see male overstimulation being written.
like the kind where they’re hissing through their teeth that they’re clenching so hard it makes their entire jaw hurt. the kind that makes them fist the bed sheets so tightly that their fingers are starting to feel numb. the kind where they’re borderline trying to get away from you, their sweaty, tense body squirming and twitching all over, even though their hips are still relentlessly bucking upward; demanding more of your touch.
i’m thinking about the kind where their eyes are rolling into the back of their head and where they’re literally begging you to stop, with their upper lip quivering and their eyes getting so, so glazed with utter, lustful stupidity, despite the fact that they give no actual sign whatsoever of making you put a stop to your actions.
because they could, if they actually wanted to. they definitely could.
it’s the kind of overstimulation that just makes them pathetic as fuck and equally as endearing.
Thinking about making out with a guy until he gets so horny and desperate that he starts rutting against me and whimpering "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I can't help it~ You're just so fucking pretty~" and eventually just pinning me down and fucking me right there <3
haitani ran x f!reader, masturbation, self-degradation, voice kink, established relationship, no I will never stop pushing my submissive ran agenda, implied that he has achieved his dream of being a social media influencer lol, happy super belated birthday ranald mcdonald, gray sent me fanart one day and thus the idea for this fic was born
18+ ONLY — MDNI
↳ u haven't liked and commented on my last gram...
Your eyes narrow at the message notification on your phone, yet you find your boyfriend's vanity amusing. As much as you resent the concept as a whole, social media interaction is a love language these days, and you're obliged to indulge him.
With a few swipes and taps, you're soon staring at the image of Ran outstretched in a poolside lounge chair, showing off his muscled and tattooed form for all of his digital following to ogle in this seemingly candid photo. You remember helping him choose which one he looked best in from the dozens upon dozens of shots his brother was unwillingly tasked to take. He is vexatiously attractive, which you wouldn't find bothersome if not for the fact he is well aware of his good looks. Despite your upbringing forming your conscience to believe humility is a superior trait in a man, you like his awareness and the way he wields it.
So you smile and double-tap the image until a heart symbol blinks beneath your thumb. You type out a simple, "Mine ♡" in the comment text box. It might be frivolous in your eyes, but it means a great deal to him. While there's a part of you that cares for the internet to know he gets enough love from you, it's more important he knows you care to so publicly declare it.
ur such a whore ↲
↳ ur whore ♡
You could sit here and pretend he annoys you, or maybe you can't, judging by the ridiculous smile pulling at your lips at his response. Your comment repeats in your head before setting your phone down to get some work done now that girlfriend duty is out of the way.
Not fifteen minutes go by before your phone buzzes again. Call it couple's telepathy if you would, but you instinctively know it's from Ran—perhaps a screenshot of some girl with an unhealthy parasocial attachment to him leaving a laughable response to your comment on his photo. You love him enough to engage with his posts, but you draw the line at fighting chronically online delusional strangers in comment sections.
However, when you open up your text thread with the contact labeled "Drop-Dead", you find not a screenshot, but a voice text over 10 minutes long. A butt-dial of sorts, you think—most likely an erroneous message sent as a result of Ran's phone unlocking when sliding it back into his pocket. Though, there is a part of you that worries he might have been kidnapped and this recording is the only evidence to track him down. Given his violent past combined with the frighteningly absurd and obsessive things you see commented under his social media posts, it's not completely irrational.
You press the play button intent on listening for anything out of the ordinary. The first ten seconds have your mind racing that your fears are correct. He's out of breath, paired with a choked curse that makes your heart race painfully at the thought of him being injured.
But then he utters your name followed by another vulgar curse that has you spinning in your chair to make sure your office door is shut.
"Mmmmm. Yeah, you hear that? Hear how hard I'm stroking my cock? I'm your fuckin' whore."
You inhale sharply, vision rattling as you bring the speaker of your phone closer to your ear. How easily your insides tense and flutter at the sound of his wanton voice. You shut your eyes, imagining him in bed, that same toned body you had seen in his photo earlier on display as he thrusts into his fist.
"Can't stop thinking about you. Haahh. How you said I'm yours. All yours. Shit."
Or maybe it's not his fist he's fucking, but one of his toys. Whatever he's using to get off, the slippery wetness of lube squelches with every stroke.
"Yeah, your whore. Need you so bad. Need you to come fuck me. Fuck."
You inhale a whimper as his desperate tone forms knots in your gut, causing you to shift in your seat, fingers fumbling to slip into your pants as the drenched sounds in your ears seem to transfer between your legs. You kick off your shoes, bringing your knees up to curl in on yourself as you stroke your soaking slit in time with the wet clicks you hear behind Ran's rambling narration.
"Please. Please. Please. Show me how I'm yours. Fuck. Please. Wanna be all yours."
The image of him conjures—his streaked, plum-colored hair falling from its groomed style, mouth falling open with lips glossed in spit, and violaceous eyes brimming with keenness as he focuses below. Only in the rarest of moments does he throw his head back and screw his eyes shut, preferring to watch whatever mess is being made on his cock.
"God. Mmmmgh. I'm such a filthy whore for you. Filthy fucking needy whore. Need you. Please."
Every word, every anguished groan and whimper fills you with a crooked sense of pride at how well you have him trained. If only his followers could know him like this—their perceived audacious pretty boy so pathetic for you, so readily submitting himself.
"Want you to mark me up. Suck on my neck. Scratch my back. Haaaah— Let everyone know I'm yours."
He's close—his tell being the cooing tone his voice takes on when too lost in the build of his pleasure to care how utterly fucked dumb he sounds. You bite the inside of your cheek, holding in the moan that threatens to escape as blood swells to your clit. Fiery chills repeatedly rise up the length of your neck, feeding the build of your own climax.
The static sound of rustling sheets right up against the receiver replaces the loud, wounded moans of Ran's undoing. Imagining him cumming so hard he'd lose grip on his phone sends you over as well with a small whine leaving your throat despite all of your best efforts to stay silent.
You hear more fumbling from the recording, and soon the sound of him catching his breath becomes more clear. He chuckles and you smile as you relax in your seat and retrieve your slick fingers from your pants.
"Fuck. I made such a mess. I know you love it though. Come home soon, yeah? Love you."
Sleepiness already coats his words, but he should know you always demand more, even when you're away. You wipe your fingers with a tissue when the message ends, holding your tongue between your teeth as you type up your response.
Can I please request first time scenario of nnoitra topping his s/o?
You're warm.
That's what repeats in his mind over and over again, perhaps as some kind of frantic, subconscious attempt at distracting him from the reality of what he's about to do.
He's bound to hurt you. Nnoitra can't imagine doing this, being so close to someone without it ending in blood, but you trust him more than anyone ever should, and he's stupid enough to go along with it even when he knows better.
You wrap your legs around his waist and smile. "It'll be fine," you tell him. "I'll like it. It'll feel good."
Because he can't back down from a challenge even now, Nnoitra pushes the first inch or so inside of you— and the shock of it has his whole body going tense.
It's a struggle to keep his Hierro from going up, from trying to defend him against this sensation that he has no comparison for. It's slick and hot and tight inside of you. Pleasure is a foreign, unbearable thing that an existence like him was never meant to have. You just smile and urge him deeper.
He obeys. Sliding in until there's no more in left to go, then staying there, leaning over you, while you sigh like it really does feel good for you too. He moves, and the content little sound that leaves you can't possibly be because of him.
From there, some kind of leftover, forgotten instinct takes over. It's disturbingly easy to give in to it, to fuck you until you're gasping and clutching at his back.
He's doing that. You're making that face because of him.
The thought of it is almost painful, but then you're clenching around him, and Nnoitra doesn't think of anything at all.
Fucked Four Ways ‘Til Friday | North Blue Boys x Reader
summary: drabbles about getting fucked by Sanji, Law, Hawkins, and Drake ♡
wc: 1k
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NSFW - 18+ Only - Minors/Ageless Blogs DNI - You Will Be Blocked
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warnings: gn afab!reader, oral (reader receiving), cream pie, praise & pet names, otherwise this is pretty tame
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AN: I’m here to spread my Basil Hawkins agenda.
Vinsmoke Sanji
“Shit, [y/n]!” The pretty blond hissed as you bounced up and down on his cock. He was leaning back on his elbows while you used him as your personal toy.
One of his hands reached up to grab your jaw and yanked you down for a sloppy, open-mouth kiss. His tongue searched for yours, his lips wet from his pleasured drooling.
At the perfect time, you pulled yourself up until his head almost vacated you, then gave him small, controlled strokes with your pussy, squeezing the tip with your muscles, making his eyes roll back and his tongue loll out of his mouth.
He grounded himself by placing his feet flat on the bed underneath you two, pressing his head back into the pillows, and gripping your ass with his strong, soft hands. “Fuck! If you don’t stop I’m gonna-”
You heeded his threat and pulled off of him completely with a smirk. He whined, already missing your luscious cunt. That’s not to say you weren’t feeling needy yourself - you just loved having him under your spell like this.
You felt his hands tighten around you. “Please, please, please keep going.” He begged. You became aware of his hips humping the air behind you, trying to bridge the distance between your slick hole and his leaky cock.
You smiled at him as you sank back down on him. “Of course pretty boy. How could I ever refuse you?”
Trafalgar Law
It was so rare that Law got like this, that you knew you had a savor it. Your fingers wove themselves into his already messy black hair as you lightly thrust against his tongue.
His mouth threatened to engulf your pussy, and his usual stoic self was groaning into your folds. Two thumbs hooked themselves into your opening, spreading you just enough for Law to tongue you, coaxing your juices out of you.
His palms grasped at the highest point of your upper thigh, pushing you open. He greedily lapped up your slick, suddenly overcome with lust for you. He didn’t even know what spurred it on, he just knew he needed all of you, right now.
The only thoughts in his head were how could he be deeper, how could he have more of you? His hands slid down your thighs and hooked under your knees, then he pushed them up against your chest, folding you in half.
You yelped as his mouth reconnected with your clit. His wet tongue and hot breath sent shockwaves through your body but when you felt two of his fingers prod at your opening again?
“L-Law! I’m gonna-” you moaned.
He didn’t give you a chance to finish your statement as he plunged his fingers into you, and started hastily sucking and licking your clit, sending you over the edge.
In a low tone he demanded: “Cum for me, beautiful.”
Basil Hawkins
Hawkins had been fucking you for what felt like hours at this point. Multiple orgasms for you, and two or three for him. He just couldn’t get enough, and you didn’t have the heart or wherewithal to intrude on his fun.
While your chests were pressed together he thrusted shakily into you, savoring you. His lips grazed your neck and his moans floated up into your ears. They were subdued, and demure, much like the man they were coming from, but you could tell by the blush crawling across his face and his desperate thrusts that he was drunk on you.
You felt his hand move from beside your head to your cheek and you pressed against his palm. “You’re being very good to me, [y/n]. Just a little more, please. Do you think you can do that for me?” You nodded, fully enjoying his undivided attention.
He lifted himself to look down lustfully at where your bodies connected, and just the view alone made his cock throb again. He plunged, yearning to be buried in you.
The tip of his cock almost kissed your cervix which made you jump in surprise. “Ah, Hawkins,” you moaned. “I can feel you fucking me so deep.”
The magician wrapped his arms around you and sat back on his heels, pulling you up onto his lap, and looking up at you in reverence.
“Oh, my dear. Let’s see if I can fuck you deeper.”
X. Drake
There were few things Drake loved more than being absolutely enveloped by you. Which is how you found yourself in a mating press beneath him as he fucked his cum back into you. From here he could see your pretty, flustered face and feel every inch of your gummy walls swallow him whole.
He didn’t care how close he was to overstimulating himself - the only thing he knew is that he needed you. So when he felt you tremble beneath him as your own orgasm neared, all he could do was sprinkle your face with kisses.
“Cumming again so soon, sweetheart?” He crooned, rocking his hips back and forth into you.
“I’m so close, Drake.” Your muscles tightened around him, fluttering with each stroke of his cock.
With a smile, Drake’s thick fingers found your clit, rubbing in large circles. “That’s it, that’s it.” He hissed. His thrusts became long and deliberate, pulling almost all the way out and then sliding all the way back in.
Somewhere between his fingers and his cock, your orgasm was triggered and you became a moaning mess. Your panting, squirming, and fuck-drunk face only made him lust for you harder, and he needed to show his appreciation with more of his cum.
“You’re doing so good, baby, so good.” He moaned. “Keep going.” His own legs began to shake as he unloaded another round of spunk into you, prompting you to milk his cock.
You felt full and spent, but reveled in your post-orgasm glow. Drake looked down upon you with such a look of love and admiration that you almost felt embarrassed and averted your gaze. He grabbed your face between his palms and planted kisses all over you until you couldn’t stop giggling. “So perfect,” he said between smooches. “You’re so perfect.”
No one asked for this, but there has to be someone else out there that likes fishmen? Anyway, here’s some love the prince himself 🫶
Pairing: Prince Fukaboshi x fem! reader
Rating: explicit mature content (18+), NSFW
Word count: 1,6K
CW: praise kink, oral sex (female receiving), insane size difference (monsterfucking??? idk but he’s HUGE), mutual masturbation, humping, praise, use of “princess”
Going to Fishman Island and ending up in the private quarters of the next heir of the crown after the big battle was not part of your plans. But fuck you could never imagine leaving this paradise, especially being drawn to the eldest prince, who by chance was mesmerized by you as well. Humans had never crossed his mind as potential lovers, but you had bewitched him during your short stay, and he needed to have you alone. Even if it was for just a night, knowing well you had to continue your adventure with the rest of the country’s saviors.
Curious and gentle thumbs caressed the soft flesh of your inner thighs, eyes drinking in the sight of your plush and glistening cunt in front of him as you lay in his palms, with him on his stomach exploring your body. Admiring how small you were beneath his touch, easily able to pin your knees to your chest with his thumbs pressing on your thighs to spread them further, giving a tiny, adventurous lick against your slick folds with the tip of his tongue. However, upon hearing a loud gasp reach his ears, he withdrew the muscle and gave you a small despaired look.
“Did I do something wrong?” his voice remained soft, the prince’s ability to stay calm under any circumstances still prominent even in this unfamiliar situation.
The worry melted away from his face when you gave him a smile, stroking his hand, “Not at all, please don’t stop”.
With your words of encouragement, he dipped back down, his tongue eager to taste more of you, relishing in the music that fell past your lips while he discovered all the places that had you writhing in his hands, moaning his name in a shameless manner.
“Oh, prince Fukaboshi, it feels so good!”
He laughed lightly at your words, “No need to call me prince, it’s so formal,” he hummed before licking over your clit, feeling your body shake in his hands, his breath hot over your folds, “or is that a hint for me to call you princess?”.
He saw how your eyes widened in response before a loud gasp erupted from you when his tongue licked over your throbbing entrance.
“Oh god, fuck!”
A shiver pooled down his spine at your exclamation, blood rushing to his pulsing cock against the sheets. His lips enveloped your pussy in a warm kiss, groaning against you as he listened to how much you enjoyed his inexperienced mouth devouring you.
“I’m sorry, but it won’t fit,” his cheeks were tinted pink as he voiced his thoughts after turning to his back at your request, sitting against his wall with you on his abdomen, oh so close to his touch-deprived cock. It was lusting for you, twitching under your gaze where it stood proudly, larger than you had ever fantasized one to be. And it had you drooling, mesmerized at all the ridges and bumps along his length, disappointed that you wouldn’t be able to ever feel them massage your walls.
“Don’t worry about it,” you smiled, your hand reaching to stroke the smooth and burning hot skin, causing the prince to groan loudly, for once losing his composure, his shocked face meeting your playful one, “is it okay if I try something, my prince?”.
Choking on his breath, he nodded eagerly, eyes focused on your every move and grimace. His soul ascended when you licked at the head of his cock, as well as pushed yourself against his girth, trying to rub him as well as you could with your body, your soft breasts flush against him.
The prince had never experienced anything like it, throwing his head back against the wall while your small mouth worshipped his cock that held the power to split you in half and more. The fantasy of your warm fluttery walls around his girth alone had his eyes rolling to the back of his head, with a moaned whisper of your name.
“So big, my prince, I wish I could have you inside me,” you murmured against him, sending small vibrations through his length, adoring the deep sounds coming from his gut as the pleasure was too much to restrain any longer. And an idea formed in your head.
“Fukaboshi?” you bit your lip while catching his gaze, his lust-filled expression filling your core with unbearable heat. You pushed his heavy cock against his abdomen with the weight of your body as you straddled him, your hands finding the edge of his bulbous head, stroking it softly. And the prince moaned heavenly, his abs tensing beneath you as his breath quickened, “Is it okay if I ride you?”.
A small hint of confusion roused on his otherwise flustered expression, “Ride?”.
With a roll of your hips and a breathless sigh, you proved to him actions speak louder than words, your slick cunt dragging slowly against his cock. And you were so wet. Humping his massive length, you made sure to squeeze him tightly with your legs and press your hips down to provide him stimulation, along with your hands playing with his sensitive tip. A sight and memory he’d cherish until the next time you would meet. Praying that it wouldn’t be long until your next encounter.
His voice was laced with desire and disbelief when it reached your ears, “You look breathtaking like this, and you feel so good,” his praising words made you more eager, your hips starting a faster pace, riding the ridged underside of his cock providing an unfamiliar and overwhelming pleasure against your cunt, making you moan loudly for the prince.
“Oh fuck, Fukaboshi!”
“Just like that, you’re doing so good, princess,” a strangled groan erupted from him when your nails scraped softly against his sensitive skin, making you smile at him with triumph in your eyes. Wandering eyes saw how your breasts bounced with each aggressive roll of your hips, fucking yourself on his cock, having found the perfect place to stimulate your clit as well as delicately massaging your folds, your core burning as a knot tightened in your body.
“Fukaboshi - ngh! - s’good! Can’t believe I’m - ah! - lucky enough to be with a prince!” you moaned out through pants while looking into his dark, hungry eyes focusing on you. His hands wrapped softly around your body before you were on your back in his grasp, the prince looming over your form as his heavy cock splayed over your body, his eyes meeting your widened ones.
“Is this okay?” his thumbs spread your legs apart, just like earlier, before he withdrew his hips, the ridges dragging harshly against your puffy and slick pussy ripping a desperate moan of his name from your throat.
“God yes! Please fuck me, your majesty!” and fuck he wanted nothing more, starting a small, experimental pace with his cock rubbing against your body, feeling your small, eager tongue licking the salty skin of his tip with each thrust, as well as being hugged by the soft, plump flesh of your breasts and stomach. But what drove him insane was your pussy, knowing exactly where it was based off of the radiating heat it provided against his girth, his ears blessed by the symphony of sounds he pulled from you. What a beautiful sight you were beneath his cock, taking all he had to give, but it wasn’t enough to get both of you to the paradise you searched.
He placed you in his left hand while his right occupied his cock, pumping himself right in front of you, allowing you to see the veins protruding on his hands, and his raw strength as he carried you in his palm.
“Can you touch yourself for me, princess?” it was a soft plea rolling off his tongue between heavy breaths, and it had your fingers rubbing your sensitive bundle of nerves instantly, spreading your thighs to give him a better view of your needy, glistening cunt, your other hand exchanged between playing with your nipple and palming your breast. Nothing but slick, wet sounds and breathy moans and groans could be heard from the room as you pleasured yourselves at the sight of each other. The knot in your body tightened, making you throw your head back against his fingers with your eyes screwed shut in pleasure.
“Oh fuck, I’m so close!” with your hand starting to cramp, you fought through it, wanting to reach the edge faster, and he saw your furious rubbing and picked up his pace as well, squeezing his girth harder knowing he wasn’t far away from that sweet release either.
“Please cum for me, sweet y/n, show me how good you feel,” and stars followed by white fog suddenly dominated your vision, lightning shooting down your spine as you moaned and yelped loudly for the prince, spasming in his palm. And with a few more pumps of his hand, he covered his fingers in his release, as well as coating your body in his seed, luckily missing your face. Coming down from his high, guilt struck him when he saw what he had done to you; the guilt digging deeper by how much he loved seeing your body pooling in his release. Your lazy, tired smile let him know you were still experiencing your bliss, so he decided to take you to his personal bath while you came back to reality, cleaning off the remains of your naughty escapade, before placing your back against his chest as he soaked the two of you in warm water.
Having a long conversation full of laughs and promises to keep in touch, and lots of flustered mentions on how much fun the visit had been, you had to leave the prince’s room without a soul noticing you. A pirate shouldn’t be seen leaving the room of the future king of Fishman Island, after all.
I love him and this is my first time writing something like this okay?🧍♀️
Not gonna tag anyone because this is pure self-indulgence and thirst for this merman <3 But if you do want to join my taglist you can find it here
Tags: nsfw, reader is a sex worker, dirty talk, oral sex, anal fingering, penetrative sex, and creampies
Sanji chewed on his pen as he sat in his boring lecture class. He already knew plenty about nutrition, so this class was a total waste.
Still, the professor didn’t ask questions; it was purely lecturing, so he used the time to think about what he’d say to you.
He swallowed as he wondered what he should say and how to approach this. He wanted to express his love for you, but how? Maybe he should just be straightforward?
God, it was hard to say what he should do.
He had been avoiding you for a few days, plotting just how he was supposed to bring up this whole situation. He never responded to the video over the chat log….
But when class is dismissed, he’s booking it outside, waiting for you to meet him at your usual spot.
He adjusts his tie and checks his watch. Looks like you were kept late again in class.
And his suspicions are correct when you bolt from the door, panting just as you had the other day.
“Hey.” You pant, hands on your knees as you hunch forward, trying to catch your breath.
“Do you always have to run out of class?” He chuckles, stuffing his hands into his pants pockets.
You huff, finally standing up straight. “Haven’t seen you for a few days! Have you been avoiding me or something?”
When you pout, Sanji’s heart aches. He didn’t want to avoid you, but he wasn’t sure how he could face you after that.
“Guess I was just really busy lately. But don’t worry, Princess, promise it won’t happen again.”
“At least text me next time you disappear like that!”
“Alright, alright…”
Sanji’s lips curl into a smile as he looks you over. You were still cute, even when you were frazzled like this.
But then the video from last night flashes through his mind, and his hands turn to fists in his pockets. Instinctively, he asks: “Hey, do you wanna hang out at my place today?”
His heart beats like a drum in his chest as you answer: “Yeah, as long as you make us some snacks or something. I’m starving!”
Sanji gives a smirk.
He could work with that.
_____
“Thanks, Sanji!” You chirp, happily munching away at the array of finger sandwiches he made for you.
He wipes his brow before sitting next to you at the table, taking a sandwich half for himself.
The air is only filled with the quiet sounds of you chewing, and Sanji contemplates his next move carefully.
“So,” he starts, “How did that project with Zoro turn out?”
“Hm?” You look up at him, and suddenly you remember, swallowing before responding, “It went well!”
“That’s good…” he trails off, “So, you never told me what it was?”
You giggle, leaning in, “You saw it already!”
Sanji straightens at that. He did? He furrows his brows, trying to remember anything you showed him recently involving Zoro, but his mind is drawing a blank.
“I don’t-?”
You scoot your chair even closer and bat your lashes, causing Sanji’s chest to grow tight: “You left a comment on it the other day… Just last week, actually.”
The pieces finally connect in his head, and he goes slack-jawed. You offer that innocent-sounding giggle once more, your cheeks flushed pink.
“That was- you and him-?”
You nod, “I told him about my side job, and he wanted to help out.”
You flash a grin at Sanji, and suddenly he feels his pants tighten. God, he can’t believe he got off to Zoro fucking you. But… he still stands by the fact that it was a fantastic video.
“Did you…” Sanji spoke in a whisper, “Did you like that?”
“Like what?” You chirp, smiling innocently and tilting your head.
God, your innocence, mixed with that sultry tone you used in your videos, drove him insane. You were mixing two sides of yourself at once, and somehow, someway, it worked so well.
“Getting uhm…” The blond clears his throat, his face growing flushed, “B-Being treated like that. So roughly, I mean.”
You hum, tapping your chin in mock thought before answering, “Yes…. Why do you ask?”
You tease, placing your hand on his thigh, running your palm along the fabric.
Sanji’s left blabbering, unable to respond as you inched up his leg. He inhaled through his nose, chest tight as you finally reached his half-hard cock. You let out a soft “ooh” as you palm it, looking up at him through lidded eyes, waiting for his answer.
“I-I-“ Sanji finally stammers, “I can treat you like that if you want.”
You giggle, “Is that right?”
“O-Or you can do whatever you want to me-“ he bites his lip as your hand begins stroking along his length through his slacks, “Fuck, just don’t stop touching me, please-“
You laugh and reach for his pants’ zipper, carefully pulling it along the track. Sanji stops you for just a moment.
“Wait,” He says, “I just… need to know….”
He bites his lip, looking at you with a desperate look in his eye.
“Your attraction towards me … is it only sexual?”
Your smile widens, and you lean in, “Of course not. I’ve always liked you more than that.”
His heart soars, and he can’t help the lovestruck smile that overtakes his features.
“But… I’d really like to be intimate with you if you reciprocate my romantic feelings, Sanji.”
“I-Okay-“ He breathes out, “Okay- I just- I wanted to be sure…”
He smiles softly as god, that weight was finally off his chest. He wanted nothing more than to touch you but fuck, he didn’t know if he could do it without the romantic connection. He was old-fashioned in that way, he supposed.
“And I have a question for you.” You shoot back, and he perks up.
“I really like my side job, and I don’t want to quit it…”
“Yeah?”
“And my last video with Zoro was really popular…”
Sanji nods.
“So, I’m either going to have to have you in my videos or start inviting other men to work with me. Which would you prefer?”
“Why not both?”
Sanji flushes darker as he says it, and you perk up at that answer.
“You wouldn’t mind me having sex with other guys?”
He shakes his head, looking away from you, “I’m finding out that it’s… it’s actually really hot- thinking about you being, um, touched by other men and coming to me afterward…”
You purr, excited by his words, “Yeah? How do you imagine it?”
Your hand is back on task, pulling at his slacks and underwear. He lifts his hips, assisting you in stripping him down. Sanji unbuttons his shirt as he talks.
“I think about… you coming back to my apartment…” he bites his lip as his cock springs out from its confines, your hands wrapped around the base, “And kissing you after your mouth has been all over some other guy’s cock-“
He licks his lips as he really starts to envision it, your sweet mouth tasting salty after your recording with this nonexistent other man, “Fuck, and I…. I bend you over the couch and slide your panties to the side and see his cum dripping out of you.”
You hum, beginning to stroke his cock slowly as he explains his fantasy.
“And I… shit- I fuck you, using the other guy’s cum as lube- and it feels so good-”
You giggle, and he thrusts into your hand, babbling incoherently.
“So,” he hisses, “Please, keep seeing other guys for your videos. Don’t stop on my account.”
You smile, pleased with his answer. Of course, you wouldn’t have minded if he asked you to stop seeing other men, but the fact that he gets off to it? You could use that.
“Why don’t we move this somewhere more comfortable, okay?” You whisper in the blond’s ear, and he’s quick on his feet, guiding you to his room. You look around the familiar environment, sitting on the bed before him.
“So,” You give a cheeky grin, “What are you going to do to me, Sanji?” You smile, unzipping the front of your dress slowly, peeling off the skimpy dress you purposely wore to seduce him. He groans softly, admiring the physique he had long lusted for. Sanji quickly sits before you, looking over your figure as you strip yourself down.
His chest grows tight, “I’m going to do whatever you want me to.”
You pout, “That’s such a boring answer, don’t you think? C’mon…”
You then move to straddle him, his cock poking against your thigh.
“Tell me what you want, honey.”
His breath is knocked out of his lungs when you say it, your lips nibbling at his exposed neck. The blond groans deeply, his hands gripping your waist as you sit atop him.
“Want you to ride me-” He gasps as you move to his earlobe, gently sucking, “Want you to say dirty things the way you do in your videos, please-”
You hum happily, more content with that answer. So, he wanted you to take a more dominant role. That could be arranged.
You take his cheeks into your hands and kiss him passionately, tilting your head slightly. He moans and grips your waist tighter, his thumbs circling the sides of your hips. You peek your tongue out from your lips, swiping over his soft bottom lip. He parts his mouth, allowing you to dance with his own tongue. You tasted sweet, just like he had always imagined, and he tasted of smoke and the sandwiches you both ate not so long ago.
And when you feel him twitch from the kiss, you take the opportunity to tease him.
“Aw, you’re so cute,” You giggle, “You’re so excited for me…”
“Yes-” He hisses out, slightly bucking his hips so that his cock grinds against your thigh, “Want to be inside soon, please?”
You cup his face with your hands before kissing his nose, “I have one request first…”
“Anything-”
Your eyes sparkle at that. He was so eager to please…
“Eat me out first.”
“Yes, ma’am.” He says, and you gasp when he flips you over, laying you out on his bed as he descends upon you like a hungry wolf.
Sanji takes your panties and tugs them off your body, flinging them behind himself. With soft thumbs, he parts your lips, exposing your clit to him. He licks his lips quickly before looking up at you, flicking his tongue over your clit. You gasped and reached for his hair, pulling him forward.
“That’s it,” you moan, “Good boy.”
That awakens something in Sanji, and he quickly scoops your ass into his hands, bringing your pussy even closer to his face, his nose pressed against your mound. Your eyes roll back as he eats you like a man possessed, wanting nothing more than to taste you.
Sanji moaned into your pussy, your wet sounds accompanying the obscene slurping that also came from his mouth. Your eyes flutter shut as he works you over, fingers gripping your hips. Your toes curl as he pleasures you in the most sinful of ways.
Sanji gets an idea, though, remembering one of your previous videos, the one where Zoro fucked you. As much as he hated to admit it, that moss head got many lovely sounds out of you, so maybe he could perfect his shitty technique.
So, one of his hands spreads your thighs apart even wider. You glance down at him for a moment to see him licking and sucking at his own fingers. When he’s satisfied with how they’re lubricated, he prods against your asshole. The blond looks up at you, silently asking for permission, and you nod, smiling softly.
He presses in his first finger slowly, your hole sucking him in eagerly. You moan softly as he reaches the knuckle, delicately twisting his middle finger inside of you. Unlike that barbaric meathead, he would be more calculated with how he finger-fucked you.
You bite your lip when he slides his ring finger in beside his middle one. His slender fingers reached all the best spots inside you, especially once he slowly slid them in and out.
And you squeal when he does that as he resumes eating your pussy. You throw your head back at the double stimulation, your chest growing tight as his ministrations never let up.
Before you know it, your legs begin to shake, and Sanji knows this means you are close.
He wants to guide you and say that you shouldn’t worry about making a mess of his sheets, but he knows better than to disrupt the flow when you are so close to the edge.
So when that band of restraint snaps inside you, it’s glorious.
“Sanji-!” You gasp out his name so beautifully that he wants to shove himself inside you then and there, but he continues fucking you on his fingers, his tongue lazily swirling around your clit.
When you come down from your high, Sanji slowly slides his fingers out of your ass, looking up at you from between your legs. Your heart skips a beat when he kisses the inside of your thighs, spoiling you rotten.
“Lay down for me, honey.” You drawl, and he obeys you, situating his head on his pillows as you crawl atop him.
His cock was painfully erect, throbbing as it poked at your lips, hovering above him.
“Princess,” He shakily moans, “Please, I know I said I want you on top, but I’ll do the work. I want nothing more than to pleasure you-“
“Easy there, Mr. Service Bottom.” You giggle, “Let me pleasure you for a bit first, okay?”
Sanji hesitantly hums, “Okay… but I’m not a bottom. I’m a switch.”
“Whatever you like to tell yourself, Sanji.”
Before he can offer a rebuttal, you sink down onto him, his cock stretching your hole. You let out a shaky sigh as you sat atop his lap, his cock deep within you.
Sanji, meanwhile, has ascended into Heaven. The way you two fit together is perfect, like two puzzle pieces. His eyes roll back as your walls clench and throb around him.
God, it felt so much better than that stupid toy.
“Fuck…” He groans, looking at where your bodies connect, “Never thought I’d see this view.”
You laugh a bit, “Well, it’s one you’ll see often from now on.”
And with that, you move.
Sanji keens at the feeling of your soft walls sliding along his shaft, your slick sticking to his cock. He whimpers quietly, gripping your hips as you move, your breasts slightly jiggling with each bounce downwards.
“You’re so big,” You purr, “And I love hearing you make those sweet sounds for me.”
“Princess-“ He strains, looking up at you with creased brows as his mouth hangs open.
You chuckle, “Yeah, exactly like that, Sanji.”
His bottom lip quivers as you ride him, his cock head slamming against your cervix with each thrust downward. Your toes curled at the feeling.
“Your voice is so pretty that I want to hear you ask to cum when you’re close,” you lean forward, nibbling against his neck, “I want you to beg for me.”
“Y-Yes, Princess. I’ll do anything you want me to- “
“Good boy.” You smirk when you see his eyes flutter shut at the praise.
“Been thinking about this ever since I sent you that video, Sanji.” You start, rolling your hips effortlessly, “Been unable to stop touching myself thinking about you being inside of me.”
Drool dribbles from Sanji’s mouth as you grind your hips above him, your clit sliding over his pelvis. His back arches as your nails rake over his chest. Sanji whimpers as your pussy throbs, tightening around his shaft with each thrust.
“C’mon, Sanji,” you purr into his ear, “Let me milk you dry.”
“Oh-!” He chokes out, his voice airy and desperate, “D-Don’t say that-“
“Why?” You giggle, “Does thinking about you cumming in me get you close? You wanna fill up my pussy?”
“Shit-“his eyes flutter shut, and before you can tease him, you feel his warmth spread within you. You gasp sharply, and Sanji’s cum begins to fill you more and more with each spurt.
You give a satisfied smile and rock your hips, attempting to drain every drop from his balls.
“Feels so good…” you moan, your voice like a sultry succubus in Sanji’s ears.
You’re about to get off his lap, but Sanji grabs your hips.
“Not… done..” he pants out, weakly thrusting his hips upwards as his toes curl, “Need more…”
The atmosphere shifts as you realize he’s completely pleasure drunk. It’s like a switch has been flipped within him.
“Sanji-“ you’re cut off as he pushes you backward, situating himself between your legs once again. He shoves himself inside in a manner that is rougher than you would expect from him.
When you gasp at the intrusion, you look at Sanji’s face. His expression is overtaken with lust, his eyes dazed over as his brows creased together.
“More, please-!” He whimpers, and with that, he rams his cock inside, fucking you recklessly. You reach around his shoulders and dig your nails in deep, your legs wrapping around his waist.
Your bottom lip quivers and desperate, needy moans escape you as he bottoms out each time, his balls smacking against your ass as he fucked his cum into your hole.
“Shit-“ he whines, “So fucking sensitive- fuck-“
Your mouth hangs open, “Sanji! This angle- it’s so deep-!”
“Need to be deeper-!” He moans and takes your legs, pushing them, so your feet are near your head, “Wanna fuck you just like this-“
Drool drips from your lips as his cock reaches places previously untouched. You go cross-eyed in pleasure as Sanji fucks you, your soul escaping your body.
“I-Is it good?” He asks, “Does my cock feel good, Princess? Please say it feels amazing-!”
“Yes!” You cry out, your legs beginning to seize, “Keep going!”
Sanji huffs as his hips desperately pound into yours. The bed squeaks under the force of his movement, but it’s barely audible over the sounds you two make. For a moment, you feel bad for whoever lives next door, but fuck it, it felt too good for your mind to wander off too much.
“Not gonna last-!” He warns, taking his thumb and furiously rubbing your clit, “L-Let’s cum together this time- please-!”
“Mn-!” The sound is drawn from your throat as Sanji stimulates you internally and externally. You can’t help it when you gush around his cock, your fluids squirting all over him.
The display drives Sanji crazy, a broken moan coming from his lips as he cums again, weak spurts escaping his cock.
He slows his hips, tossing his head back as he looks to the heavens, thanking whatever god exists for allowing him to experience this pleasure.
Eventually, he pulls out, your mixture connecting your sexes.
Your chest heaves as you watch him similarly try to catch his breath.
“I’ll-“ he huffs, “I’ll get you a towel.”
Slowly, he inches out of bed, making his way out the door. At that moment, you smile softly to yourself; at least he was a gentleman, even in times like this.
When he returns, he wipes you off first, gently gliding the once-clean washcloth over your most sensitive parts.
“You were so… feral.” You giggle, holding your hand to your mouth.
“Ah,” he cracks a nervous smile, “Sorry, was I too aggressive?”
“No, no,” you insist, “it was a pleasant surprise. I enjoyed myself.”
Sanji laughs a bit, “Me too.”
The blond then takes his own shaft in hand, using the washcloth to clean himself.
“You know,” you speak up, “Next time, I’d love you to do whatever you want to me.”
“Whatever… I want?”
His Adam’s apple bobs alongside his once again hardening cock, and you giggle.
“Unless you’d like to try it now…?”
Sanji stutters a bit, “N-No, no, you’re probably sore and-“
“Sanji,” you laugh, “I’m offering.”
The young man licks his lips and crawls above you, his dark eyes blown wide, “Well, I can’t say no to a lady’s invitation…”
✩⡱ SYNOPSIS: If your boyfriend won’t take proper care of himself, it is time for you to step in and make sure he changes his behavior. Where rules aren’t followed, a punishment is in order and you are very concerned about his well-being.
✩⡱ CW/TW: smut, dom!Reader, sub!Choso, established relationship, verbal humiliation, mean reader, slight public humiliation, exhibitionism is teased at and alluded to, man in lingerie, clothed grinding, thigh riding, fingering, use of cock rings, vibrators, hand jobs, orgasm denial, talk of punishment, praise, overstimulation, nipple play, oral (female receiving), slight breath play (male receiving), mentions of a safeword, penetration, creampie, not beta-read
✩⡱ WORD COUNT: 5.1k
✩⡱ A/N: This is the second part to Submission Of A Pervert, but it can be read as a stand-alone fic!
When Itadori Yuuji walks into the café that is located close to the university campus, he is not surprised to see you sitting at a table in the corner with his older brother. After all, you had told him that the both of you would be there and even offered for him to join you.
What he does not expect however, is that the air between the both of you seems to be hostile to a degree that causes a shiver to run down his spine and has him wondering if he should turn around and leave you two alone or if it might be a better idea to lighten the mood.
That decision is promptly taken out of his hands when your eyes meet his across the spacious interior of the café.
Osamu’s the same, by the way. Osamu is just as greedy, by the way. Osamu makes just as much of a mess in his briefs when he keeps leaking precum and all you’ve done is kiss him, by the way
You run your hand over Osamu’s chest as he sleeps beside you—it’s late, and he’s so tired, having eaten and showered and fallen right into bed. You tilt your head as you watch him breath deeply with his stomach; every now and again he exhaled sharply in the fit of his dream.
He’s warm like this: lying on his back, his big limbs trying to spread and stretch. Your fingers move back up to his face, fixing his hair, tracing his ear. A kiss is placed to his temple, his cheek. You think you hear him sigh in content from the gentle petting. And it becomes all the more obvious how pent-up he’s been as of late when you glance down to see his cock kick in his briefs, slowly swelling with blood, already leaking into the grey fabric because he can’t help it, he can’t control it
Character: Sabo
Reader: female (cis)
CW: explicit NSFW content, second-hand embarrassment, porn with some plot, Devil Fruit shenanigans, mutual crush, love confession, glove kink, handjob, vaginal fingering & sex, spanking, biting, fingers in mouth, unprotected sex, dirty talk - lots of it (this boy has quite filthy mouth on him hehe)
Word Count: 3981
Summary: No one was ready for this edition of Sabo's reckless idiocy. And especially not you, once confronted with the sudden outburst of unrestrained naughty honesty, caused by a very unfortunate meeting with a certain Devil Fruit.
A/N: horribly late due to circumstances but better late than never: my entry for @onepiece-blorboexchange written for lovely @secretsnailor <3 wishing you all the best in the new year, hope this little gift was worth the wait :3
your prompts & choice of characters were so.good. that I struggled more choosing something than writing what I in the end chose lmao I wish I had time to write all 4 fics I figured out from them :c
Soldiers of your rank aren’t called directly to the supreme leader…well, usually. ‘Cause the orders you’ve received were definitive and clear: Dragon awaits you in the command headquarters, right now, preferably literally, drop everything and teleport, if you can—or at least spit your lungs out when running. Almost choking on the last piece of breakfast you managed to snatch before the call had ended, you indeed speed through the corridors, bumping into people on your way, lavishing elbow hits and chaotic apologies. You don’t even take time to catch your breath once you make it to the door—you just burst inside as you are, wheezing, hair and clothes messy, bent in half with stitches in both sides.
The view you find has…nothing to do with what you’ve expected.
The supreme leader is red. More: he’s beetroot red and looking so impossibly stupid you don’t recognize him at first. His eyes shoot at you for a split second and immediately wander far over you—something you would expect from a teenage boy in front of his first crush, not from a middle-aged serious man. Reflexively, you glance down, maybe a button or two has opened as you were running… But your ladies are hidden and cozy, there’s nothing inappropriate enough to embarrass anyone yet, a man of Dragon’s caliber. Even more confused, you run your gaze through the room, but besides you two there’s only Sabo, weirdly scrunched in his chair, face suspiciously blank, and twirling thumbs over his lap. In other circumstances your heart would beat faster—as it always does in the presence of this man, the leader of your unit, a good friend and, as for last few months, a raging crush—but now you try to catch his eyes only for any crumb of explanation.
He only stares at the opposite wall, dead inside.
“We have…” Dragon clears his throat, his eyes even more dead. “A delicate problem.”
If you were stressed before, now your anxiety levels have broken through the ceiling and are on a good way to reach the escape velocity.
Your mind is rushing through all you have done as lately, cold sweat running down your spine, even if a moment earlier the fine shirt you wore seemed thick like a woolen sweater. What on earth has happened to earn you a direct scolding from the supreme leader?
“Not you,” Dragon sighs. Your thoughts must have been written all over your face. “That idiot.”
He nods towards Sabo and cringes. You follow the move, your gaze finally meeting Sabo’s, you see his wide-famous cheeky grin blooming despite sheer panic in his eyes, and…
“Your tits look absolutely delicious when you’re heavy breathing like this.” He says, his face growing dead pale.
What the fuck?
Pain and shame in his eyes, Sabo opens mouth again, but Dragon smashes open hand on his lips—whatever was aimed for your ears, has turned into incoherent, muffled babbling.
“I’ll keep this short before he makes it even more awkward,” Dragon says through gritted teeth as he puts all might into not looking at you. “He made a hero out of himself and got right into a Devil Fruit attack. We don’t know what exactly it was, but apparently, he can’t lie anymore, and the more he tries to hide something, the more it spills out of this stupid mouth of his.”
Your lips form into a soundless oh, no words feel suitable for this…bizarre situation.
“It may last a few hours, might go for weeks as well. All we know is that you’re the only person able to make him shut up because, quoting, around you all he can think of is—”
He cuts, face not red anymore but purple, and makes a vague gesture towards your neckline. You clutch hands over it, suddenly feeling very, very naked and lewd, even if all you’re wearing is your casual outfit, now sweaty and messy on top of that.
Sabo mumbles something into Dragon’s palm. Dragon presses his mouth harder.
“Please.” His voice is soaked with desperation. “I beg you. Do something. Not—” He coughs into fist— “literally what he says. I’m sorry he’s making you feel uncomfortable. But he’s going to reveal every.single.operation.plan. if we let him run free. You have my permission to mistreat him however you feel it’s right, just don’t shoot him…to death, you may even tie him—”
Sabo’s eyes flick from panicked to very interested.
“—Please, don’t tie him. Anyway. Just keep him away from anything that could make his brain cells click in a dangerous direction.”
No one, even Dragon himself, would blame you, if you said no. The whole mess is awkward and hysterical beyond your understanding, every trembling nerve of yours screams at you to run and hide—not because of fear, just embarrassment burns you alive. Who could possibly face…all of that, right in front of their boss? Who’d bolt from there even more gladly than you? This is ridiculous!
But there’s also that…curiosity. This little devil whispering your own naughty ideas right into the sphere of your mind willing to listen. Such an unambiguous opportunity doesn’t appear easily, even if the costs already burn you from inside—in a way, so far at least, having nothing to do with desire. No more silly games of cats and mice. No more cautious flirting between missions, sneaky stares and testing touches. No more moral dilemmas, and thorough plans, weighing pros and cons, and learning the subtleties of his language. No more second-guessing: oh, how tempting it is to pull on his tongue before the power—whatever it is—runs out, and Sabo can return to his cheeky, flirty, hard to read self.
You still have a lot of hesitations—but at least you’re sure the object of your longing and fantasies returns your interest enough to rail you once. And who knows what else…
“Yes, sir.” You click your heels.
Dragon is so relieved he’s aged down twenty years just exhaling.
***
Easier said—and thought—than done.
You have been dreaming about this moment, Sabo sprawled on top of your bed is a common image from your fantasies, keeping you awake and heated just right during your sweet private time. But seeing it with your own eyes, additionally sprinkled with a kicked puppy look on his face, has you spiraling into so many directions at once you can just sit on a chair like a good girl, legs clenched close, and so tense you feel you might explode if only you move a little.
Overly confident, reckless, cocky Sabo often drives you insane. But this Sabo, who seems out of place, is even worse.
“Well, if it isn’t awkward,” he sighs, falling back into your pillows and rolling sleeves up. He has already loosened some buttons but hasn’t taken the gloves off. The view, naturally, has your insides churning with need—and your legs clenching even closer.
When the symptoms of weird power didn’t ease through a few hours—horribly embarrassing and filled with Sabo throwing dirty and cheesy thoughts and compliments as casually as if he talked about the weather—you’ve decided to share your room with him until he’s back to his usual self. He’s been banned from leaving, your comrades brought his clothes and utensils, as well as dinner for you two. Luckily, you have a rare luxury of your own bathroom—if you had to walk him to the toilet to keep him away from spilling every tea he ever tasted, you would surely implode.
Being spared of embarrassment—and shock, once you’ve got used to his…dirty antics—has opened a new door, pushing your own thoughts into one and only direction. As if Sabo’s single-tracked perverted brain rubbed on you with its all might. On one hand, you really…don’t mind it. There’s nothing new about wanting him, except his very real presence. There’s nothing new about your interest being reciprocated either, there’s always been chemistry between the two of you, some touches and trial tastes already happened… No promises were made, and no mile steps were done, but you’ve assigned your chances are pretty high.
But on the other—
“Believe me or not—weeell, now you’re kinda forced to believe it anyway—but this is not how I wanted it to go.” Sabo stutters, by sheer luck wording what’s swirling in your mind. “I should have at least started with something…slightly more platonic than drooling over your tits.”
You can’t help some laughter, “At least we have skipped the small talk. I ain’t mad, you know?”
No lies on your side as well. How could you be angry at this kicked ball of awkwardness? That’s, somehow, succeeding in stirring your interest in a quite…heated way?
He whines your name with a roll of eyes, then sits up, leaning towards you over comfortably spread legs. “Heeey, and here I’m doing my best to not come over as an idiot who thinks with his dick.”
“You don’t?”
A crack in his expression tells you words slip past his intent again, “I do. Who wouldn’t around you? One look at your boobs and my thoughts dance only about tearing your shirt open and— Arghhh, do you see where I’m getting with that?”
You nod with understanding. You’ve been seeing the past few last hours.
With a sigh of surrender, Sabo hides face in hands, gloved fingers threading through his fluffy golden locks, “Alright. My mouth is useless now. Hey, can you pass me my jacket?”
“You’re not planning on bolting, right?” You watch him with a suspicious smirk as you throw him his iconic coat.
“Oh, hush your pretty lips, mistress. I got something for ya.”
It takes him three tries to pull the right thing out of a pocket. With a triumphant “ha!” he shows you a frail package, something wrapped in brown paper, teared on the side and awkwardly pulled together with a cord.
“Impossibly expensive gift I’ve stolen from a shop for rich pigs,” he announces proudly—and for the first time today you’re not sure whether he’s having a slip of tongue again or is it his honest and planned take. “C’mon, don’t be shy.”
Under the ugly wrapping there's a surprising gem—fine, light and slick in touch. Delicate leather feels against your skin like fluffy down; you weigh it on the palm of your hand, so gently as it could fall apart at the slightest move. He flexed with his choice, that smug bastard, not only finding something practical, but also elegant, matching your taste in fashion and even suiting your skin tone.
Of course, someone dressing as good as Sabo knows what a good pair of gloves is.
“Even if you stole it—” Words don’t want to come out of you as smoothly as you want. “Sabo, I— I can’t accept it just like that.”
“Naaah, you can.” He snatches them out of your hands, already pulls on your wrist and forces you into a glove. The hold of his nimble yet insanely strong fingers is like an electric shock—every single time and especially now, under the weight of the spiral of horny confessions, proximity and his irresistible charm. Breath hitches in your chest, a flicker barely palpable yet reflected in his eyes, darkening with longing as they glance shamelessly into your cleavage.
Sabo is gentler with the other glove, be it your lack of resistance or the switch of atmosphere. You feel like a diamond adorned with the softest velvet under the ministrations of his fingers. His hands are huge, from so close, in comparison to yours, even bigger than you estimated. He cradles your gloved palms with ease, strong thumbs rubbing soft circles on their backs. You saw what he’s capable of, crushing bones like wafers and tearing stone like paper—but there’s no fear in you, just a sudden, uncontrollable urge to be touched more, carnally, truthfully to his sincere claims.
You’re not sure whether the gloves are that warm—or is it your own body heat skyrocketing under his touch.
“That was supposed to go with dinner or at least coffee.” An awkward blush ghosts on his cheeks, but his voice is already lowering in tone and volume, leaning into sensual whisper faster than your breathing grows. “With a letter and everything. But I’m just a horny idiot, and I want to fuck you as bad as I want to scream how much I love you.”
A loud thudding of your heart almost drowns his words. You’ve started to hold your breath as he was speaking, lack of oxygen growing prominent, but you still don’t dare to inhale. As if a draft of fresh air would destroy the moment. As if he would dissolve if you dared to breathe.
“Please, don’t look at me like this,” he chuckles low, his pupils dilating as he leans to even your height. “You’re looking like a little, confused prey, and it’s awakening things in me I was not aware I have.”
Finally, you take a breath, shaking and lust-infused. “Goddammit, Sabo. You’re the most bold and charming horny bastard I have ever met.”
“I’m a man of many talents.” He grins. “And many desires. The things I wanna—”
“Well—” You quickly cut into another spree of horny confessions. “You love me. Seems I love you too. You said enough to push my imagination where it should go. And gave me pretty gloves. If you can’t stop yourself from adding more…we can as well just put your ideas into good use.”
A gloved hand rests on your chin, gently tilts it up.
“I love the way you do the math.”
***
“Mnhhh, your hands feel so good.”
He’s twitching between your fingers, heavy against your palm. His own hands secure you from behind, a handful of your curves in each, his gloves deliciously rough. Seated in his lap, in nothing but panties and open shirt, you pump him to your desire, not rushing anywhere, just lavishing yourself with his enthusiasm, with the weight of his gaze skimming from one love mark to another.
You’re adorned with them, especially your breasts. He hasn’t left them alone since you abandoned your bra, barely peeling away to get a better look at your flushed face. He smirks, his eyes gleaming at you with lust and cockiness, as if testing how far you’ll push the both of you before you cave and let him take the lead.
“I wanna cum all over them. All over you. I wanna see you whole covered in my cum, your breasts, your face, everywhere.”
The Fruit hasn’t eased its power even for a second. Sabo lets words flow, they spill freely, ridiculous, dirty, moist and heavy with lust. You got used to this forced boldness, but you haven’t heard this timbre ever before, ghosting together with his breath over your sweaty skin. Like in trance, you squeeze him between your hands, your new gloves stained with precum and saliva. Exclusive leather, the highest quality, ruined with a whim of your bodies; he looks and feels excellent, so right, hard and burning-hot. On the verge of bursting under your fingers.
With a low groan, Sabo throws his head back, a rowdy, impish smirk flashes at you as he bucks between your palms, “You look so fucking good. So needy. C’mere.”
He tosses you up so easily, your weight meaningless for his insanely strong hands. Barely giving you time to grab his shoulders for balance he dives between your legs, gloved fingers harsh between your sensitive folds. But discomfort lasts only as much, the skill and sheer power take any unpleasant sensation away, immense pleasure quickly taking over your body and mind. For a split moment you wonder how many he treated before you to be this good, but he doesn’t leave you a second to delve into this thought.
“So wet for me,” he coos, his eyes growing even darked at the lewd, sloshing sounds, his fingers sliding into you with ease. “So fast? How badly do you want it?”
He guides you closer, hungry lips skim along your neck before they settle over your ear, words murmured between wet kisses and nibbles, “You want my cock, don’t you? Do you think you can take it? You’re so tight around my fingers…”
He scissors them, stretches you with stubborn precision, testing every inch of your slick walls for your reactions. Never before did you suspect fingers can feel that good, so strong and meticulous, as if he had control over every single nerve in them individually. You start clawing at his shoulders, delicate leather barely a barrier between him and your nails. The familiar feeling of pressure in your abdomen hurtles you towards the blessed snap, arches your back and hips for more. Sabo smirks against your ear, bites its shell as he curls fingers to reach a spot he’s been looking for.
And gods, if he didn’t have a good guess.
“I wanna hear you more.” He groans as you mewl helplessly, rutting hips against his hands to squeeze more of his fingers. “Tell me. Do you want to ride my cock? Do you want to cum on it?”
You would agree for anything to get more of him. Enthusiastically, you plead and beg, as if the Devil Fruit still keeping him in power started affecting you too.
“Your cries are so sexy,” Sabo rasps, his hand clenching on your hip so hard you whine, not sure yourself if with pain or ecstasy. “Fuck, I want to push you on your knees, make you beg more for it. But you wouldn’t like it, hm, babe? You just want to get fucked, don’t you? You wanna cry on my cock?”
“Fuck, yes!” In desperation you thread through his locks and pull, his sharp hiss vibrating down your spine. “Sabo, please! I want more!”
“Oh, you will get more.”
So fast you barely notice the move he pulls fingers out of you, stable now grasp on your ass guides you to his cock and press down. Sharp inhale squeezes his name in your throat, he pushes deeper and deeper, in merciless chase to please your whims. He’s thick, filling you up so perfectly, as if you were made to take his cock and his cock only. In no time he doesn’t have to put any pressure, you bob on his length with hunger, no care for anything but chasing the need burning your insides.
“My oh my, you whine so loud someone will hear you.” He licks your juices off his glove, then presses a thumb to your lips, your taste still lingering on leather. “I should have choked you with my cock. But fingers will do, won’t they?”
No thought, just immediate response: you open for him before he words his order. His fingers muffle your cries just a little, if only riling you up even more as you eagerly suck and gnaw, your saliva dripping down your chin and his hand.
His eyes become almost black as he watches you with wicked interest, letting you use him to get off—but still being the one in control, your selfishness being nothing but fulfilling his wish. He’s so frustratingly calm, all the last crumbles of prior embarrassment gone and replaced by confident, cocky smirk you know way too well. He knows he has you in his net, wrapped around his pinkie at this moment, the Devil Fruit affecting him only on his behalf.
“Ain’t ya a pretty, desperate, little thing?” Out of sudden, he slaps your ass, the echo louder than your surprised gagging as you bobbed your head forwards, taking his fingers much deeper. “Just look at you, so tight on my cock, so good for me…”
The next ones have you howling in pleasure, your hips immediately picking up a fast and steady rhythm. He reads your limits almost at the first try, soon adjusts, and strikes with such precision you squirm in immense pleasure. His other hand leaves your mouth, lets you sing for him as he reaches for your breast, kneading and pulling to his desire, fingers tracing the marks his lips and teeth left.
“Will you cum for me?” He grazes your nipple with a thumb. “Will you cry my name as you come?”
His hips, rather still until now, buck up, meet your rhythm half-way, force it to stutter and break, leaving you helpless against his whims. You lean against him, your legs giving up with the switch of the mood—but he doesn’t let your head bounce off the edge and die out. The thrusts into you freely, with perfect precision recreating the angle you chose and hurtling you towards you high so fast you lose yourself in sensation, your vision, hearing even, going blank.
“Fuuuck, sucking me in…” Holding you close, Sabo waits for your return, his words filthy, but hands surprisingly gentle, stroking your back in slow, calming moves. ”You wanna milk me for all I have, huh?”
“May—” You manage to choke out before you’re in motion again, suddenly in the air, swirling with his cock still buried in you. The bed whines under the weight of two bodies as he presses you, not so gently, into the mattress, your legs hooked up, the strain in your thighs almost unbearable.
At least, for once, he doesn’t have anything to say.
He gives you only a few seconds before pounding you back into haze. Seconds filled with his intense gaze, eyes full of lustful darkness, wet locks plastered to sweaty forehead, cheeks flushed with exertion and desire. Leather sinks into your skin, he spreads you open—and takes everything, no thoughts, no remorse, just stream of pleasure, tide sucking you in with such power you can’t think anymore.
In chaos of pleasure and sensation you feel his teeth again, clenching desperately on your throat. He groans something, no words, feral growl rather, maybe an attempt to shut what the Devil Fruit tries to drag out of him. If he could, he would tear you, that’s as much as you can be sure as you drown in another orgasm, marked with teeth and jaw as strong as his fingers.
And hell, you would let him.
Sabo chokes out a word—your name? —another desperate, overstimulated high of yours finally dragging him with you. At the last moment he pulls out of you and comes all over your stomach, soon slumping on your, your legs falling helplessly by his sides.
A hot, sweaty and sticky mass—of both of you.
“Did I…hurt you?” He eventually rasps out, concerned, gently tracing an especially nasty bite mark. “Shit, sorry… This must have hurt like bitch…”
You shake your head and show him a thumb up. You’re still unable to talk, but you don’t want him to bother himself with such details. You want to bask in bliss, aftercare and all the consequences can wait.
Sabo rolls on side with a satisfied groan, takes the gloves off and pulls you close, his fingers soon tracing aimless lines on your back.
“It’s…the first time I touch you,” he muses with a little chuckle. “Bare hands, I mean. Wait. I wanna do this again. Without gloves.”
“Have mercy…” The offer sounds tempting, but the mere thought of straining your exhausted body more is already painful. “Can you at least wait until my legs stop shaking?”
“Sure. We can’t get out of here anyway. I don’t think I’ll shut up about how good you felt on my cock.”
He peels your remaining clothes away, leaving the gloves for the end. He inspects them from close, equally proud and perverted grin beaming from his face. “But as soon as I can get out, I’m getting you a new pair of those.”
synopsis. final part - you finally lose your V to ran hehe
authors note: so i finally got over my nervousness and wrote the fluffiest smuttiest shit i ever oh my god my fingers just dont stop typing when it comes to this man ANYWAY ENJOYYYYYYYYY @sleeplessreader @nimbixan @christmassugarcookies @ransbaby@scarletbedlam @ranhaitaninumberonefans @wenumsmol @jordanisgae
Ran sets his controller down on his lap when you text him; not even wasting a second before unlocking his phone, lightspeed. Rindou rolls his eyes so far into the back of his head they almost get stuck, clearly agigated when Ran just tosses out his attention span the second he gets a text from you.
‘ Whipped ’ is what Rindou likes calling it, noticing how his brother would rather drop everything he’s doing, even going as far to cancel all his plans if the opportunity arises to talk to you.
“So you’re really just going to leave me to fight a 2v1 by myself?” Rindou’s question goes unanswered and he groans watching his character’s health bar deplete by the second. “Dude?!”
Hey, what are you doing?
Ran clicks on your messages, totally unaware of the uninvited smile creeping onto his face as he types back.
Just playing some games with my brother. Why?
His tongue pokes out to his cheek as he sees the three dots popping up and down rhythmically as you form a response.
“Ran, if I lose this battle, I will never forgive you.”
“Shut up, you’ll be fine.” Blindly, his spare hand aimlessly searches around his lap for the controller to shut his brother up when his phone vibrates on his lap once more.
No no reason, I just wanted to talk to you, but you are busy so I’ll call you later
The little hope Rindou has left when he sees Ran’s character take a step forward, ready to aid him through fighting the monster is gone the second Ran’s attention and wandering hands go back to his phone.
“Are you kidding me?!” Rindou’s character falls, evaporating into thin air and his eye twitches. “Fuck off, I’ll go call Kakucho or something, you useless piece of—”
His rant lands on deaf ears as Ran continues to ignore him, kicking his feet onto the couch, eyes glued onto that phone like it’s his lifeline.
I’m not busy, c’mon, talk to me . Everything ok/?
His long hair rests on his shoulders, his slender fingers playing with the ends of it as he anxiously waits your response.
Everythings fine, promise. Just wanted to talk to u
Stop being so cute its killing me honestly.
Shut up..
He loves the way he can hear your voice through the message, the playful tint in your phone as you’d push him away whilst trying to hide your flustered face from his gaze.
It’s become his new favourite hobby, to tease you till you can barely look at him.
We’re still on for tomorrow right? He asks and distantly, he hears Rindou talking shit about him to Kakucho from the corner of the kitchen, then proceeds to invite him over to help him finish the damn game.
“I’m right here, y’know?” Ran calls out, leaning his head back far around over the couch to look into the kitchen, snickering when Rindou puts up his middle finger and continues to cuss him out over the phone whilst looking into the fridge.
Yeah, tomorrow is fine.
You respond back with a heart emoji at the end that makes his own heart beat twice as fast. He’s not sure why you have such an effect on him; how you managed to invade his thoughts at any moment throughout the day, how he would jump over any object just to grab his phone if it was at the far end of the room when it dings, the disappointed look on his face when he realises the text wasn’t from you.
On a scale of 1-10, how angry would you be with me if I came over right now?
He decides to test the waters and asks. If your answer is anything higher than a 7, he’ll stay at home and wait till tomorrow, but anything less than that; he’s hopping on his motorcycle and risking it all just to see you.
8. Stay ur ass at home ran my dad is here for the week
Fuck’s sake.
He frowns, untwisting his finger from his hair and sighs.
Bruh cant he fuck off and stay in his own house? So unfair.
There’s a short gap between your replies, and he uses it to head over to the kitchen, towering over his younger brother, placing the flat of his palm against the top of his head and drags him away from the fridge with zero effort.
“Ran, get off me !” Rindou struggles to escape his brother’s grip, practically fighting for his life as Ran’s lazy eyes scan over the contents in the fridge.
He’s too tired right now to cook actual food and there’s no leftovers for him to reheat.
“Ran, I’ll kick you.” Rindou threatens when he finally rids himself from Ran’s clutches. “You’re extra annoying today.” He grits out, dusting his clothes, trying to act as nonchalant as possible as if he didn’t just get manhandled in his own house.
“I’m taking that as a compliment.” Ran closes the fridge with a sigh, moving to sit on the edge of the kitchen counter.
“Take it as you want, I don’t care.”
Ran rolls his eyes when his phone chimes twice and he doesn’t have to look at it to know who it is. Rindou clicks his tongue, grabbing his flask and downing it with ease. He needs the alcohol to get him through the day, especially when Ran is like this.
It’s an image attachment rather than a message and he opens it; immediately knowing why it took you longer to respond than usual.
You grace him with a perfect angle of your hands splayed over your bare chest, your nipples playing hide and seek behind your fingers. From the looks of it, your back looks arched slightly from the curve of your waist and at the very top of the photo, your bottom lip is being bit down onto subtly with your teeth. His eyes trail down to your stomach, captivated by the way your shorts ride up your thigh—
He needs to get his hands on you. Fuck waiting.
Rindou looks over his brother’s shoulder, eyes blowing wide and jaw dropping to the floor as he gasps an “Oh my God—”
Ran shuts his phone off and fights the urge to punch his brother into next week, hoping the hit is hard enough to give him memory loss.
“Is that the girl you’re talking to? Shit, what’s her name?” He takes another sip of his drink when Ran brushes past him to grab his shoes. “Oi, don’t ignore me!”
“Just shut up, I gotta go.”
You fiddle with the tips of your nails anxiously, fidgeting on your bed, physically unable to stay still as you allow your thoughts to take control. Does he not like it? Is it too much? Is that why he hasn’t responded? Did I cross a line? Sending it without permission? Did he block me?
The last one seemed to have worked in heightening your anxiety, fingers now moving to delete the image and pretend you had never sent it; though you know he saw it because the words READ staring at you like a slap in the face.
You almost jump out of your skin when your phone vibrates from underneath your body five minutes later, hidden deep within your sheets as you fish for it.
Come outside.
It’s a simple message, yet still has your brain muddled. Once connecting the dots, your face flushes, mouth parting slightly and dart your eyes to your keyboard.
Don’t tell me youre outside….
You walk over to your window and slam a hand down on your windowsill to stabilize yourself as you look outside, spotting Ran’s motorcycle at the end of the street.
You’ve gotta be kidding me, you think, pulling your phone out and dialing his number you shamelessly admit you know by heart.
He doesn’t even let it ring for two beeps before he’s answering, repeating his text message out loud as he says, “Come outside.”
You always forget how deep his voice is, how it has that subtly provocative undertone with a bite of playfulness when he’s in the mood. “Ran—I can’t, you know this—” The deep rumble of your dads laughter fills the house; he’s always so loud, as if he knows you’re planning to sneak out and is laughing extra loud downstairs to remind you he’s home. “My dad will ask questions.”
“Well, you shoulda thought ‘bout that before you sent me that, shouldn’t you?”
You groan, fingers scrunching up a lone piece of paper on your windowsill as you eye his motorcycle again, eyes flitting across the room to your jacket resting your desk chair. “Fine…” You grumble, keeping him on the line as you slip out of your shorts and into some jeans, grabbing your coat on the way out.
You intended to sneak out successfully, making as little noise as possible when you walk past the hallway behind the living room but the door let you down, creaking open way too loudly and your dad snapped his head towards the door.
“You going somewhere?”
“No—yeah, I mean I wanted to get something from the store, real quick. I’m craving a snack.”
You put on your best innocent smile, ensuring your face is sweet and forgiving despite the fact you’re leaving to go get fucked by your boyfriend (?).
“Oh!” Your mother chirps from the kitchen, “can you buy some more strawberries for me? I need some for my lunch tomorrow.”
“Yeah, sure whatever. I’ll see you guys in a bit.” You slam the door shut before they even got to say goodbye, hands shaking on the knob of your door as you take a deep breath and make your way over to the end of the street.
He’s distracted on his phone when you sneak up to him, placing your hands on his shoulders. “Hi.”
He can feel you shaking when he slides his hands down your arm, tugging you to sit in front of him on his bike. “Hey, you cold? You’re shaking like a lot.”
“No, I’m just…nervous.” You admit sheepishly, unable to look him in the face. He lifts your face up with a finger on your chin, pressing a reassuring kiss to your nose that has you smiling up at him.
“Don’t be nervous.”
“It hurts though…”
He leans forward, turning off his motorcycle engine and lights, now leaving the street in total darkness aside from the streetlamps. “We can take it slow, if you want.”
“No, not that. I wanna do it today, that’s why I sent you the…yeah.”
He shifts your body closer and you part your legs on either side of the bike for stability, hand gripping onto his shirt for better balance. “That photo was fuckin’ sexy.” You stiffen, blood turning cold as his hands wander along your spine, holding you close to him as his lips mark up the exposed skin of your collarbone. “You’re so fuckin’ hot, you have no clue what you do t’me.” He sucks down, humming lowly when your fingers loop around his chain and tug ever so gently to grab his attention.
“What do I do to you?”
It’s a genuine question, though you have a brief idea, you want to know if you affect him the same way he affects you; how his shirt rides up when he stretches, teasing you with just an inch of his faint v-line or hearing his voice in the mornings when you call him is enough to leave a wet stain in your panties.
His hands slither down your spine and you chew on the inside of your cheek for a moment when you feel it.
It being something hard inside his pants pressing against your upper thigh. “Oh.”
He doesn’t answer, too interested in grabbing onto your breast, groping it slightly and loses himself in the faint perfume scent lingering on the skin of your neck.
“Ran, not here.” You giggle when he kisses his way up to your ear, puffs of air from his nose tickling against your eardrum. “Not here, please.” It’s a miracle there’s no passerbys this late at night, just imagining the look on strangers faces as they watch Ran feel you up on his bike is enough to have you fidgeting from slight embarrassment; yet you shove down the idea of being caught fucking in public somewhere deep inside.
He smells so good, the scent amplifies ten-fold when you shift back on the bike, dipping your face in the crevice of his neck, nose touching the neckline of his crew-neck black t-shirt.
“You’re in a cuddly mood today,” He says amused, slightly nervous, slight shivers running down his body when he comprehends how close you are. He tilts his head to the side, brushing his cheek against the side of your head and golds you steady, fingers digging into your waist. “How long we got?”
“Hm,” your lips vibrate against his neck as you hum slowly, head deep in calculations, “not that long if I’m being honest, but I can risk sacrificing an hour or two.”
“Yeah? What about the strawberries for your ma’?”
His eyes squeeze shut when you attach your lips to his neck, slowly grinding your hips down against his lap, the slow roll gives your clit the friction it craves.
“She can live without them,” you whisper, hushed in spite of yourself as he lifts you off his bike easily and you maneovuer yourself to sit behind him, locking your arms around his midriff, digging your face into the back of his neck.
The ride back to his house doesn’t take long and he doesn’t even bother locking his bike , preferring to lace his fingers between yours gently before he’s leading you inside.
The sounds of battle music blasts from the living room and a quick peek confirms that his brother is playing Street Fighter 2 with another guy that you haven’t met before.
Ran places his hand around your waist, snatching your attention away from his brother and back to him. “Everything okay?” You nod up at him, fixing him with your best fake smile but he sees through it easily. “Nah, you’re not.”
You sigh, hating how perceptive he can be at times. “I thought we’d be alone…”
“We are, they’re deaf as hell, they won’t be able to hear anything.” When you don’t look convinced enough, he calls out his brother's name loudly, but he’s either ignoring him, or he can’t hear him as he talks to Kakucho, nudging him whenever he moves his character the wrong way. “See, trust me.” He squeezes your hand twice, reassuring you and you nod your head and let him lead you upstairs.
You take a seat on his bed when the reality of the situation hits you.
You’re really about to lose your virginity.
The bed dips when he moves to sit next to you and your hands twitch nervously on your lap, biting the softness of your cheek to calm you down when he places his hand on your thigh.
“You’re shaking again.”
“I—” You bite your tongue, and swallow thickly, hoping your nervousness goes down with it. “I know I’m ready, I just…I’m just scared.”
You watch the slow rise of his brows. “I’ll go extra slow, just for you, ‘kay?” He tips forward to kiss you again, proving his previous sentence with his extra slow movements. Your shaky hand falls to the side of his face, holding him close to you as he shifts you to lay on his pillow, hovering over you.
He breaks the kiss, bending down to peck at your ear. Your giggle is almost music to his ears and your legs kick around as you mutter “It’s ticklish.”
“Yeah, that’s the point.” He sucks on your lobe harder, one hand moving downwards to wrap your legs around his waist to stop you from kicking him.
“I don’t like my ears.” You tell him, gently trying to push him away, pawing at his chest, laughing when his breath tickles your eardrum once more, “Ran!”
“You’re so beautiful though,” he pulls away, forehead to yours as he looks down at you, “best looking ears I’ve ever seen.”
“You clearly haven’t seen much ears then.” He deadpans at you and you roll your eyes, retracting your statement, “‘kay, I’m sorry.” You close your eyes when he bends down to kiss your nose, cheek, covering your face with kisses as he mumbles how perfect you are after each kiss.
Your hands cup his face, thumbs stroking at his cheekbones as you hold his face up, enticing him into a trance with your kisses, back arching off the bed involuntarily with each groan that spills from his mouth.
“I’m gonna undress you now, alright?” He says between kisses and you suck in a harsh breath through clenched teeth before nodding, too nervous to provide a verbal response.
He sits back on his knees and gently tug on your shirt, lifting your arms up to slide the shirt over your head and onto the edge of his bed. You sit up slightly, unfastening the straps on your bra and letting it fall, watching how his eyes stay glued to your chest as if he’s never seen a pair of breasts before.
“...Ran, you’re staring.” You say, pointing out the obvious, thinking he would look away by now but you have to grip onto his face, and force his gaze up, “My eyes are up here.”
“I know where they are.”
If he could kiss every part of your body he would. He looks down at you underneath him, eyes glistening with want and habitually, you tug on your bottom lip with your teeth, hands rising to wrap around his neck, craving his lips once more.
With confidence, Ran’s tongue slips into your mouth, slidinig passionately along your own. It’s almost embarrassing how pliant he makes you, how you're lifting your back from the bed slightly to press your chest against his own.
He grins at the soft moans you let out with each kiss, drinking up each mewl that leaves you when your hands wander downwards, slipping under his shirt, dipping your fingers along the crevices of his abs.
“Take—” You take breaks between kisses to tug hopelessly at his shirt, “I want this off.”
“Someone’s bossy today.” You watch up in reverence as his shirt lifts off his body, tongue poking out to lick your bottom lip. It’s probably swollen by now, how hard you’ve been biting it but you don’t care, not when he hovers above you with his bare arms beside your head.
Your mouth is dry when he leans down to kiss you again, but keeps it short this time, breaking the kiss before you could even melt into the pleasure.
His fingers dance their way along your thighs, making their way to the zipper of your jeans. His head drops down to look before it’s being lifted by your hands holding his face, “Don’t look…”
“I’m gonna see it regardless, y’know that right?”
Yeah, you know that; but you still feel embarrassed being fully naked and vulnerable in front of someone else for the first time. “I know…”
His fingers test the waters once more, fingernail scraping against the zipper until your legs are complying, spreading ever so slightly, just enough for him to wrap them around his waist as he unzips your jeans, hooking a finger onto your panties to tug them all off at once.
Cold air hits your bare cunt and you almost shiver when he bends down to your stomach, kissing on your skin around your bellybutton, slowly making his way down to your pelvis.
It feels extra sensitive there, butterflies frollocking around your stomach as he practically makes out with your skin. It’s wet when his tongue slides out, licking a stripe from your pelvis to your thighs, squishing them with his fingers as he marks you. He wasn’t lying when he said he would take it slow—now you’re actually regretting his slow pace, wanting to be touched down there.
“Ran—” Your voice trails off into a gasp when he bites down on your thigh, hard enough to probably leave teeth marks. “C’mon…please.” You whisper, covering your eyes with your hands, too flustered to look at him between your legs.
You can’t help but squeal when his nose brushes your clit ever so gently, his wet tongue darting out to lick a long stripe up, lips wrapping around your clit and sucking lightly.
“Oh—oh my god—” He smiles between your legs, eyes closing when he hears your moan, your legs enclosing around his head as you slap a hand over your mouth, biting at your palm when he flicks your clit with his tongue swiftly, physically unable to control your squirming.. “Ran, mm, oh fuck, fuck, yes!”
“Yeah?” He dives back in, drowning in your slick as his fingers tickle your entrance, “Gonna put my fingers in now, ‘kay?” He takes your soft ‘mmhm, mhm’ as a sign to continue. He pushes in slowly, fighting back your body’s reaction as he inches his finger in deeper. You almost kick him in the back when you feel it, slow, lazy yet calculated strokes with his index finger.
The pleasure is almost too much, biting your lip, throwing your head back to sink into the softness of his pillows. Your pussy clamps desperately around his long, slender finger. Ran groans, detaching his mouth from your slit, “Fuck, why are you so hot? It’s—” He twists his finger inside you, stretching your soft walls out and gives your clit another suck, “It’s fuckin’ killin’ me.”
Your body feels like jelly from just a single finger, the continuous strokes of his tongue against your clit have stars forming behind the abyss in your mind, eyes squeezed shut as you feel another finger at your entrance. “Don’t stop—fuck—please, don’t st— mm—”
You’re babbling incoherent sentences, limbs practically numb as you try to squirm away from the overstimulation, insides feeling like they’re being electrecuted. “Wait, I—I think I’m—”
You’ve never came before so the feeling was unusual to you. The warmth pooling around some unknown area in your stomach had you practically suffocating the man beneath your legs as he loudly licks up at the slick from your cunt as he finger fucks you into heaven.
“Clenching around me so tight, you’re close, aren’t you?”
“I think—” You swallow hard, cursing under your breath when he presses against that spot. He knows he’s hit it because the blood flow from his finger temporarily disconnets with how tight your walls clamp around it, moaning louder than he’s ever heard you before and your hand flys to the headboard to stabalise yourself as you come undone on his hands. You felt liquids squirt from your body, breaking out of the spell he put you under the moment you felt it—scared that you might’ve…
“A squirter, huh?” He says from between your legs, goosebumps forming on your forearms when he drags his tongue over your cunt one last time as a way of cleaning you up. “Didn’t know you could do that.”
“It’s not normal? Oh god…” You hide your face in your hands as he laughs, moving to sit on his knees and pulls you closer by your ankles, trying to remove your hands from your face but they’re practically glued on.
“Stop hiding from me, it was hot.”
“I thought I…” You lower your voice, too embarrassed to even finish the sentence, “I thought I peed.” He snorts and you hit him across the chest, “It’s not funny!”
“You’re so fuckin’ cute.”
Your cheeks heat up when he kisses you again. The taste of the kiss was slightly bitter and you instantly knew that was because of you.
“You ready?” His voice is breathless as he parts away from your lips, wiping his lower face and mouth with his arm.
“Yeah.”
He reaches forward, fluffing the pillows to get you as comfy as can be and you smile up at him, watching hypnotised as he tugs his pants down. You now understand his infatuation with your breasts because you’re lost in the sight of his cock, watching witth a dry mouth as his cock bobs free from its restraints.
There’s something white leaking from the tip that you’re sure is cum and you bite your lip when you see him squeezing tight at the base of his cock, dragging a lazy hand up to the top, groaning as he positions himself between your legs.
You blindly reach out of it, almost knocking the wind out from his lungs when you grab it, smaller fingers failing to wrap around his own. “Hey, what are you—” His words get lost when you bend down and ready to stick your tongue out before he stops you, “What are you doing?”
“I wanna taste it.” You say it like it's obvious, darting your eyes down to the leaking precum seeping out from the tip bit by bit, but he stops you, lifting you from your bent position with a single hand on your bicep.
It’s weirdly attractive how he can just lift you with no effort, manhandle you to the way he wants and before you know it you’re back on the bed, head resting on his floofed up pillows and he’s hovering over you.
He reaches inside his bedside drawer, pulling out a condom and rolls it onto his cock as he says “As much as I’d love to see your pretty lips wrapped around my cock, babe, it’s not abouot me tonight.” His eyes trail down your body, nudging his cock against your cunt, the tip brushing agaisnt your clit in slow circles and you close your eyes to steady yourself.
Once ready, you nod at him and he bites his lip, eyes never leaving your body as he slowly presses into you. Your hands fly up to his arms, digging your nails into his skin and try your hardest to stifle your moan.
There’s a stinging pressure the second his cockhead enters, your body fighting to accept him in and you start to panic. “Wait—” you tap at his arm rapidly, “I don’t think it’s gonna fit—I—”
“Shhh,” he bends down to kiss you, sucking on your bottom lip to comfort you, “listen to me.” You force your eyes open to look into his own honest ones, “You’re so tense, it’s gonna hurt but it’ll be quicker if you relax, ‘kay?”
“Okay…” You eyes flutter shut when you feel him press inside again, the head of his cock is fully engulfed and you feel the burn between your thighs as your walls stretch to accommodate his length, “Fuck, fuck fuck fuck, it burns Ran—”
“I know, I know, almost there, promise.”
The rest of his cock slips inside almost easily and he lets out a gutted moan when he bottoms out, his hips pressing against yours and he has to physically stop himself from fucking you into the sheets, waiting for you to stop squirming underneath him.
“Is it in?” You whisper and he lifts a hand up, thumb swiping at the tears forming under your eyeline.
“It’s in.” You exhale sharply, un-squeezing your hands from his arms to wrap around his neck. “Tell me when to move, I’ll move.” He says against your neck, pressing soft kisses to soothe you, biting down when you clench around him involuntariily.
It feels weird, like you’re being stuffed full—but you don’t see the pleasure in this yet; it’s more uncomfortable than pleasurable. Maybe your body isn’t wired the same way other girls are because they make it out to be something amazing and have them screaming out in pleasure, but you just feel like screaming out in pain.
“Y-you can move, now.” You say after a moment, watching as his jaw clenches when he drags his cock out, leaving just the tip in before pushing back in gently. Ran makes sure to use as little force as possible, not wanting to overstim you so quickly. There’s warmth pooling in the depths of your stomach, the pain slowly turning into pleasure as he keeps up his slow pace, feeling lightheaded from how your pussy catches around his cock so tightly.
He briefly thinks he should’ve prepped you more, scared that it was too painful for you. One look down proves his theory wrong and he almost cums right there and then, stilling his hips at the sight of you all spread out for him, eyes threatening to roll into the back of your head as you bite down on your lip, trying to stifle the bubbling moans.
“Faster?” He pants out, hoping and praying that you say yes because he needs to feel you, all of you, wants to hear you scream out his name.
“Yes, please.” Your voice is hushed and quiet, gradually getting louder when he pulls out once more but slams inside you, hard enough that you’re sliding up the bed, head almost hitting the headboard as he begins his relentless pace.
He can’t hold himself back anymore, fingers digging into his pillowcase as he slams inside you. Your hand flys to your mouth when you’re about to moan, remembering he has guests downstairs but his hands grip onto your wrists, pinning them above your head.
“Let me hear you, fuck please—” He sounds breathless, using one hand to keep your wrists above your head, the other trailing downwards to your thighs, spreading your legs further so he could fit himself inside you better.
“Ran, ohmygod, yes, yes, don’t stop, fuck !” You attempt to scratch at his hands pinning you down, needing to grab onto something before you feel like you lose yourself completely. He presses down onto your stomach, switching his pace to a slower one and you almost scream—
“Shit,” he whispers, voice trailing into a moan when his hips jerk, shoving his cock impossibly deeper, “I can feel you cumming—fuck, you’re so—” The next thing you know, you’re being flipped ont the bed, soft mattress pressing against your stomach and ass being dragged up into the air.
“Ran, please—” You feel so empty without him inside you, taking back everything you thought previously about sex not being enjoyable, wishing he could be inside you all the time to fill you with that warmth.
He grips his cock, panting softly before lining his cock up at your entrance. “‘M gonna fuck you full of cum, I swear to—” His promise is cut off when he slips back inside, groaning and dragging your hips back to take his cock, mouth dropping open as your walls flutter around his cock, “Gonna fill you up—you want that, huh?”
“Mhm-mhm,” It’s hard to speak when your face is being shoved into the pillow, hands reaching behind you, desperate to touch him when he’s pinning them to your back with a firm hand.
He ruts against you with a desperation that has you screaming your frustrations out into the pillow as you listen to his provocative dirty talk, ears full with the sounds of skin on skin slapping against each other.
“Arch your back,” he commands, letting go of your pinned wrists to allow you freedom of movement, digging his fingers into your hips to physically stop himself from moving to give you the energy to bend forward, watching with sharp eyes as the line in the middle of your back dips, “Just like that, yeah.”
You wind your hands in the pillow, holding it like it's your lifeline as you feel him bend forward, grinding his cock with slow strokes. “Feel good, hm?”
“I—kiss me, please,” you manage to gasp out and he winds a hand in your hair, pulling you up with a firm grip to crash your lips together. It’s messy and desperate, ignoring your protesting neck and back just to lick into his mouth hopelessly.
He tugs your bottom lip with his teeth before shoving you back down onto the bed, resuming his quick, calculated thrusts. “Close?”
You nod, head heavy and snake a hand down your body to your clit, circling your fingers around it a little faster. “Uh-huh.”
“Shit, cum for me—wanna feel you, c’mon.” His hand comes down hard and heavy on your ass, and that was the driving point for you, a broken cry of his name into the pillow as your walls clamp to his cock. He groans, thrusting one, two, three more times before he groans, breathing heavily and you feel cock twitch twice before he fills the condom.
His cock is wedged deep inside you as he stills his hips, riding out his orgasm. There’s a wet noise when he slips out and your body falls limp onto the bed, every single muscle inside your body aches and you feel so sore.
You shut your eyes closed for a moment when you hear some movement around the room, some shuffling before your cold body is being engulfed by his warm embrace as he climbs back into the bed with you.
“You okay?” He asks, head dipped in the crevice of your neck, pressing soft kisses against the skin and you nod your head, hands coming up to hold his arm, cherishing his warmth.
“I’m good.” Looking over the curve of your shoulder, you make eye contact with him and smile, “thank you.”
“For what?”
“For being my first time. I really enjoyed it.”
There’s a look you can’t read on his face but his eyes soften more a moment before he’s moving on top of you. Your body surges up to kiss you, sloppy and happy as his laughter ghosts across your mouth. “You’re so soft.”
“No you are! I saw your eyes soften. I’m not blind.”
“That’s cause—” He looks like he’s about to say something but then shakes his head, looking down.
“Cause what?” You move his head back up to your eyes,furrowing your brows as you wait for him to continue.
“I—I think I love you.”
You swallow, wrinkling your nose and blink up at him, those three words wiping all consciousness from your body. At your silence, he fidgets a little, swallowing constantly and swears he feels heat rushing to his palms.
“Nevermind, I—”
“No! No,no don’t take it back.” You panic, sitting up so quickly you knock your forehead against his. Falling back onto the bed with a groan, you rub at your forehead, wincing a little, “I’m such a mess, sorry—”
“No, it’s fine.” He laughs a little, rubbing his own forehead from the hit.
“I…think I love you too. You just caught me off-guard and I panicked, I’m sorry.” You grab at his hands, bringing them up to your lips and peck the skin there softly watching as he looks at you, wide-eyed. “No, I don’t think; I know I do. I love you, Ran.”
He doesn’t say anything, looking down at the bed for a moment before chuckling, hand coming up to your cheek to caress it lightly, “Like I said before, you’re so soft.”
“Says you!” You want to hit him again but he’s tugging you down onto the bed with him, wrapping his arms around and you smile, snuggling up to his chest.
“You’re staying the night, right?”
“Yeah. I don’t think I can walk home anyway, my legs are fucked.”
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