Welcome to my little oasis~! Im 29, pronouns are she/her
This is a multi-fandom blog. But my current interests are:
Sinners, Invincible, The Last of Us.
Occasionally NSFW content will be featured. So 18+ are only allowed here. My stories that actually people enjoy!
It was Friday morning. No plans, no obligations, just you and Robert in your shared apartment.
You were busy making pancakes for yourself, and Robert whilst also sizzling a side of bacon for Beef (can't forget our good boy Beef)
That’s when you felt it: warms hands sliding up underneath your oversized shirt, feeling up the smooth expanse of your stomach that stopped right underneath the swole of your breasts
"Morning to you to," you murmured, stifling a moan as lips accompanied by a stubbled chin made its way to your exposed neck. The hands underneath your shirt continued its journey before finding its target, hands fondling and squeezing your breasts while a very obvious hard on was pressed on your backside, your assailant humming against you
"G'Morning sweetheart"
You tried to focus, you really did.
But the hands that were now pulling at your hardened nipples were making it very difficult to do so.
"Rob, y-you're going to make me burn the damn bacon" you tried to reason with him, but his hands and hips did not falter. Rather he gripped your tits with purpose, sucking a mark into your skin as you held onto the spatula and the edge of the counter for dear life
"Breakfast can wait, need you first"
Fuck
With quick hands, Robert turned down the heat on the stove top, the spatula long forgotten and placed elsewhere, as he moved you to the edge the counter that wasn't near the stove. Maneuvering to one side, his left arm wrapped around your front as his cock pressed against the exposed part of your thigh, his right hand caressing the exposed skins before bending you over
"Be a good girl f'me, yeah?" he whispered against your ear, fingers delicately moving down towards your lacy (color) thong, rubbing the wet spot that had formed on what little fabric covered your hole. Your words seemed to have failed you as you moaned softly in agreement
With swift hands, he moved your thong to the side and groaned at how wet you already were. "All this from me touching these perfect tits and a lil’ bit of grinding? Fuckin' naughty girl”
His fingers rubbed your slick folds, moving them in a motion that had you reeling when just the tip of his figers grazed over your throbbing clit.
He took his teasing further by spreading your pussy apart and even taking a finger to prod at your tight hole. Just on the edge of entering you—but not quite
"P-please"
"Please what babe? I can't give you want you want without the right words" You could practically hear his shit-eating grin the bastard.
"Please.. I need your fingers"
"Where?"
“A-gh! I-in me! please, need your fingers in my naughty pussy”
“Good fuckin’ girl”
Finally, a slim finger entered you. You threw your head back in pleasure releasing a breath of relief you didn’t even realize you were holding. He let a breath out himself, the warmth of your walls squeezing him so good he practically felt his cock jump in excitement
His hand was firm against your pussy, moving it in and out, and even bending his finger against the soft spot in that had you moaning and moving your hips for more
Soon, one finger become two, and two became three. The squelches of your cunt reverberating in the kitchen overtook the soft sizzling of the bacon as your saccharine moans filled the room
“Fuck, your pussy is taking my fingers so well”
Your right hand gripped onto the counter tightly as your other held onto his arm that was now wrapped around your neck, your well manicured nails creating small crescent moon shapes into his skin.
His pace had increased, his hand & wrist covered in your pussy juices, and the feeling of being full had become very apparent as you neared your impending orgasm
"F-fuck! Robert, please, please, I'm- agh- I'm close baby. Can I cum?"
He chuckled, smooshing a kiss into your cheek
"Since you asked sooo nicely… go ahead baby"
Your moans grew in pitch and finally, with legs shaking violently, you came. Your chest rising and falling in an attempt to calm yourself
Robert’s fingers left your hole with a soft pop!
Strings of white pearlescent fluid stuck to his fingers, some dripping onto the cool tile of the kitchen floor before he brought his fingers back to your folds, rubbing circles on your soaked pussy lips whilst whispering praises into your hair, claiming what a good girl you were.
You leaned your head against his cheek, breathing in his scent that faintly reminded you of the office coffee and burnt bacon—
wait
ssssss
FUCK— THE BACON!
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fic was inspired by this on twitter. forewarning it is a NSFW post so beware :P
nanami's tie was loosened, top button undone, the sleeves of his crisp work shirt rolled up to his elbows. he'd had one of those days, the kind that left him drained but still wanting this, wanting you on top of him, with your cunt wrapped around his weeping cock.
"you're quiet tonight," you murmured, leaning down to kiss the column of his throat. "usually you're at least making those quiet grunts when i ride you like this."
nanami's hands came up to your hips, his grip firm but not tight. "i had a long day," he rasped, his voice already rougher than usual. "i needed this. needed you."
you smiled against his skin, picking up your pace slightly. you loved these moments with him, the way he let go just enough, the way his usually composed exterior cracked just a little. but even then, it was always controlled. always contained.
until tonight.
as you found a rhythm that had your breath catching, nanami's head fell back against the pillows. his eyes drifted shut, and then it happened—a soft, breathy sound escaped his lips. not a grunt. not a sigh.
"ahhh..." he moaned, the sound longer, deeper than anything you'd heard from him before.
you froze for a second, your eyes widening as you stared down at him. "ken?"
"don't stop," he murmured, his voice strained now. "please."
you started moving again, slower this time, savoring the change in him. his fingers dug into your hips, and another sound escaped him, louder this time.
"haah— fuck yes," he breathed, his eyes still closed but his brow furrowed in pleasure. "oh god..."
you were starstruck, completely captivated by the man beneath you. this was nanami. the stoic, put-together sorcerer who rarely raised his voice, let alone moaned like this.
"you like that?" you whispered, leaning down to capture his lips in a kiss.
"more," he groaned against your mouth, his hips meeting yours in a perfect rhythm now. "fuck, don't stop. please don't stop."
the sounds continued, a symphony of pleasure you never thought you'd hear from him. "s-shit— s'too good. pleasepleaseplease—" he chanted, his control completely gone now, replaced by raw, unfiltered need.
"look at me," you whispered, your own breath coming in ragged gasps.
his eyes flew open, and you saw something new there—desire so intense it almost scared you. "you have no idea," he panted, his grip on your hips tightening as he chased his release. "how much i needed this."
you leaned down, your forearms resting on either side of his head as you moved faster, chasing your own release now. "i love you, ken," you murmured against his lips. "just let go for me."
with a final, deep groan that vibrated through his entire body, nanami did exactly that. his half-lidded eyes locked with yours, pupils blown wide with lust, and suddenly he was the one moving.
his hands shifted from your hips to grip your ass, pulling you down as he thrust upward, fucking into you with a desperate, powerful rhythm that stole the air from your lungs.
"fuck—yes—" he gasped, each punctuated by a sharp upward snap of his hips that made you cry out. "just like that—oh god—so tight—" his voice was raw, breaking on every syllable as he drove deeper, harder, chasing that release he'd been denying himself all day.
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