đđ đ ! đđđđ | accidentally sending him a lewd photo
warning: jealous mark, he may be a little toxic, phone sex
you took the selfie with him in mind - tipsy on a couple glasses of wine and wearing the lingerie you've had hidden in the back of your drawer from when you purchased it two years ago. you video call your girl friend, cheeks hot when you ask her if it's a good idea to send it to him. you're obviously joking, you would never even dream of it, but she plays along asking you to send the photo to her. you go to your text messages with her and hit send. she waits patiently on the other end, both of you silent while the photo loads before you hear your phone ping. your blurry gaze focuses in on a text notification from mark:
oh my god
your throat goes dry. you sit up immediately, clicking on the notification to see you accidentally sent it to the man you've crushed on for years and not your friend. you furiously type away, trying to come up with an excuse:
mark i'm so sorry that wasn't meany for yoi please forget this ehver happemed.
while you're busy panicking mark is sitting on top of some skyscraper, legs dangling over the ledge as he stares down at his phone. he stopped mid flight when he heard your unique notification go off and god, he was not expecting that.
his hand tightens on his phone when he reads your message. what the hell do you mean you sent it to the wrong person? who the hell was the right person?
sure, no problem, he types before backspacing. he tries a couple more nonchalant sentences before erasing them all and taking a deep breath through his nose. he battles between coming off as unaffected, or finally growing a pair and doing something about his decade long crush. he focuses on the photo again, studying the curves of your delicate body. appreciating the dainty lace that hardly hides your hardened nipples, imaging your fingers tracing the buds to get them to perk up. your skin: so supple and smooth and freshly lotioned... he groans, which quickly turns into a growl of sorts when he looks just below the photo to see your last sent message: "that wasn't meany for yoi" ...were you drunk?
who was this meant for?
he types out and sends before he can chicken out. your typing bubble taunts him while he waits for you to ruin his night just for the bubble to disappear completely. his thumb presses your contact photo, before selecting the video call option. he bites his bottom lip as he waits for you to pick up, not entirely sure if you even will.
back in you room, his contact photo takes up your entire screen and your body goes rigid. you hurriedly tell your friend and she sounds ecstatic. "oh my god pick it up!"
"you can't be serious," you splutter out but she's already hung up on you. you lean back against your headboard, making sure the phone is angled to where you couldn't see your cleavage before accepting the call. you must be drunker than you thought.
on the other end of the screen is an equally flushed mark. he calls out your name, his voice sounds strangely strained. his jaw line is also more pronounced than usual, like he had been grinding his teeth.
"mark?" you say back, taking in the night's sky behind him, "where are you-" he cuts you off.
"who did you mean to send that to?" you swallow deeply, his deep brown eyes staring back at you. he's unblinking, like he's waiting intensely on your answer.
"i don't know," you say softly.
"don't.. don't do that to me," he speaks like it hurts. "you need to give me his name," his voice is dripping in desperation. his eyebrows are furrowed in pain, lip jutted out in a mean pout. you were not expecting that.
"you're not mad i sent that to you?" you murmur in observation.
the way he says your name snaps you back to earth. "answer me first," he demands. time feels unreal as you stare down at your screen, the room beyond your phone is coated in static. you don't answer and he speaks up, "no, i'm not mad that you sent it to me. i'm mad that it was meant for someone else," a beat passes before he spits out in an attempt to recover, "you never told me you were with someone".
"i'm not," you say simply, but that's all you say and his insides continue to twist.
"so, you'd send that photo to a guy you're only casually talking to?" now your eyebrows furrow, confused why he is so obsessed with some made-up guy.
"no, it wasn't meant for any guy, mark," your tone is sharp once your drunken brain finally puts it together that he's accusing you of being easy for a guy that doesn't exist.
"that's all you had to say," he says, exasperated. his shoulders slump like the weight of the world just lifted off of him. his puppy eyes are still staring at you, making you dizzy. "so you're just... taking cute photos of yourself?" he asks hesitantly, tone much lighter than before. your face immediately heats up. he thought the photo was cute? you nod, and he continues, "so how did it end up sent to me?" good question; you did not want to answer that. you shrug, exposing the strap of your bra. "you're wearing it right now?" he says, sounding like he just got punched in the gut.
"y-yeah," you breathe out.
"can..." his eyebrows are furrowed as he thinks, "can i see it again?" your mouth falls open and it's then you notice his pupils are blown out. you don't answer, but you tilt your camera down a little, just enough he can see the lace pushing up your cleavage. what the hell are you two doing?
your heart beats loudly in your ears as you watch mark's intense gaze.
after a few passing seconds he finally speaks, "lower?" you oblige.
you pull your hand back and he gets to see your entire chest; the beginning of your waist visible as well. he wets his lips. "m-more?" he tests his luck again, feeling greedy. you adjust yourself before pulling the phone all the way back to where he can now see your lacy panties, and the defined line of your folds swallowing the fabric. you're wet, it's obvious even from the other end of the screen and mark has to grip the ledge he's perched on to keep himself from free falling. "oh fuck," he sucks in air and your cunt twitches. "i'm so sorry, you can punch me if i'm overstepping but," he lets out a strangled groan, "can you please touch yourself?" his inflection makes it sound like a question, but you take it as a command. your free hand reaches down and you trace the line between your lips. you can tell he shifts from the shakiness of his camera before it finally stills and you hear a satisfied sigh grace his lips. his phone begins to shake ever so slightly and almost rhythmically, the image of mark blurring in time to what you presume is him stroking his cock. you can hear when his precum finally wets his ministrations, and now you're so turned on your body physically shudders with need.
you continue what you're doing, teasing your pussy before finding your clit. the feeling is muted by the fabric but your back is arching nonetheless. "fuck you're so beautiful," the word spill out, pure admiration coats his tone and his praises only continue when your slip your panties down. "god she's even better than i imagined."
"you imagined what my pussy looked like?" you ask and he scoffs like you asked the most obvious question known to man.
"there isn't a day that passes where i don't," with that heart stopping admission you insert a finger and mark pants.
"i wanna see what you look like, mark..." you whine pathetically and he obliges immediately, turning the screen around to show you his intimidating cock. your eyes widen and mark's tip spits out a glob of precum at your reaction.
"you like it right?" he asks, desperate for your validation. once he sees you nod he goes back to stroking it while you watch. he glides his hand up and down his shaft, making sure to give it good squeeze once he reaches his tip. your cunt clenches around your fingers as you imagined what he would feel like inside you and mark catches it. "fuck you look so tight"
he acts chill but would be overprotective on the inside. given that everyone he ever loved was ripped away from him by the time he was a teenager, the sheer, crushing terror of fatherhood would hit him like a freight train.
heâd spend the first few months checking if sheâs breathing every ten minutes, wrapped tightly in a blanket cocoon, because the thought of losing a piece of his own heart would genuinely paralyze him.
remembering his own profoundly lonely, silent childhood after sakumoâs death, kakashi makes a silent vow that his daughter will never wonder if she is loved. he tells her he loves her constantly, frames every single horribly messy finger-painting she makes, and hangs them proudly in the living room right next to framed photos of team 7 and obito/rin.
he refuses to take off his mask even around the house, until bedtime. she spends her toddler years obsessed with trying to sneakily pull his mask down to see what's underneath. she sets up tiny ninja traps, hides behind couches, and uses substitution logs to ambush him and kakashi dramatically plays along every single time, letting her "almost" catch him just to keep the game fun.
very unfazed by tantrums and handles them very well.
he definitely lets her practice hairstyles on him while he reads his book.
you will see this legendary, feared ninja walking around the leaf village with pastel pink butterfly clips in his silver hair.
he doesn't even take them out when he goes to report to anyone. "kakashi, what's on your head?"
"ah. my daughter says i'm a fairy prince today, please respect the title."
he learned how to french braid via shadow clones so he could practice on himself first.
he takes bath duty and bedtime duty very seriously.
youâll hear him through the door, doing silly voices to read her bedtime stories (and yes, he reads standard fairy tales, absolutely not his usual books).
once she is finally asleep, he comes back to your room, completely exhausted but looking so fulfilled.
he will wrap his arms around you from behind, bury his face in your neck, and sigh."she looks just like you when she sleeps," heâll murmur, kissing your shoulder. "thank you for giving her to me."
secretly keeps every poorly drawn crayon portrait she ever made laminated inside his flak jacket pocket
packkun and the other ninken are basically her personal stuffed animals.
you'll find her napping on a giant pile of ninja hounds while kakashi watches with a soft crinkle in his eye.
he carries her everywhere on his shoulders, even when she gets a bit too old for it.
he gives her his old, oversized forehead protectors to wear as a headband or a belt.
when she starts learning jutsu, he is so obnoxiously proud.
he'll show up to her academy matches with a tiny banner that says "go princess!" and cheer with zero shame.
overall he would be a very chill lowkey protective dad whoâs tries his best!
content.á 18+, stress-relief with your best friend! êšïž; fwb!mark, porn no plot, handjob, orgasm denial, crying, begging . . .
MARK GRAYSON has been running on fumes lately.
between cecil breathing down his neck and the responsibility of having oliver around, he feels like he can't catch a break.
he's so wound up he feels like he might snap. which is exactly why he spends his rare moments of off time with his very best friend!
"shitshitshit!" the words break out of him in a high, desperate whimper. his head lolls back, eyes fluttering shut as your hands wrap around his length, jerking his flushed, aching dick with a merciless rhythm.
he looks gorgeous like this; hot tears running down his face from the sheer amount you've edged him, pink puffy kiss-swollen lips, and those big glossy puppy dog eyes you've always adored. can it get any better than this?
he's bucking into your hand, trying his best to listen to you telling him over and over again to stay still. "mark.." you coo at him, your hand slowing down a fraction, "stay still for me, okay?" he nods frantically at your request, but it's easier said than done :(
"m'sorry, i-" he's cut off by another whine as you speed up the strokes. his body jolts up and one of his hands grip the sheets next to him so hard his knuckles turn white, his other on your hip, not squeezing as tight because he knows he needs to control himself.
"please" he cries, "pleasepleaseplease lemme cum!" he looks up at you with big desperate eyes, "i'll be good, i'll be so good!" he promises. you can't count how many times he's said that in the past 10 minutes.
"yeah? you wanna cum, mark?" you tilt your head down at him with a patronizingly sweet smile, bringing your free hand up to move sweaty strands of his black hair away from his forehead tenderly.
he nods so fast you're afraid he'll get whiplash. he mumbles nonsense as you praise him and turn him to putty, though he doesn't realize it's nonsense in his fucked-out, dazed state.
once you finally give him the permission to cum, he's blabbering incoherent thank you's and arching his back off the bed as he pulses rhythmically and coats your hand in globs of warm sticky release.
gosh, viltrumites sure do cum a lot.
he's panting and recovering from his orgasm, falling into you and clutching the hem of your shirt. "thank you..." he mumbles,
"s'good.." you smile at his words, rubbing his back. and to no one's surprise, he's still somewhat hard.
I have most definitely been spamming you with kakashi ideas I just canât enough of him and you write him soooo goood I eat it up every time and since youâre asking for ideas babe I got you.
Hear me out you and Kakashi have been on and off for years since the ANBU days never fully a relationship but always hooking up. It was never serious until Kakashi noticed you had been hanging around Genma more and more, he wasnât the jealous type but when he saw him Leaving your apartment one night while he was coming back from a mission it just set something off in him causing him to go straight to you instead of home busting through your door and yelling at you telling you to stay away from him. Causing you to fight back in retaliation telling its non of his business n shit. Finally you tell kakashi sometimes you need something different in a heated state and Kakashi broke for a moment just staring at you. And heatedly you both lunged at eachother making out intensely leading to him creating shadow clones to fuck you with and watch for a moment. Telling you he was gonna ruin you for anyone else. I hope you like this idea change it or adjust do your thang!
Why was this so hard to write smh
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You and Kakashi had never been anything official.
Not since the ANBU days. Not through the years of missions, blood, and quiet nights in safe houses where the only thing that made sense was the way his mouth found yours in the dark. It was always the same pattern: tension, heat, frantic hands under flak jackets, then silence the next morning like nothing had happened. He would disappear into the Hokageâs office or another long-term assignment. You would go back to your own life. Sometimes weeks. Sometimes months.
But you always came back to each other.
It was never serious. That was the unspoken rule between you.
Until Genma.
You hadnât even meant for it to become a thing. Genma was easy. Sharp-tongued, easy grin, the kind of man who didnât look at you like he was already calculating the next exit strategy. He started showing up at the same bars. Then your favorite udon place. Then your apartment door with takeout and a bottle of sake and that stupid senbon rolling between his lips. It was casual. Fun. Different.
You told yourself that was all it was.
Kakashi noticed anyway.
He never said anything. He just got quieter. Missions stretched longer. The rare nights he did show up at your place became rarer still. You told yourself you didnât care. You were free. He had made that clear years ago.
Then one night everything snapped.
You were barefoot in your kitchen, hair still damp from the shower, wearing one of Genmaâs old shirts that barely covered your thighs, when the front door slammed open hard enough to rattle the frame.
Kakashi stood there in full jĆnin gear, still dusty from the road, hitai-ate pulled low over his eye, the other dark eye burning. The door hung crooked on its hinges.
âStay the fuck away from him.â
Your heart slammed once, hard.
âExcuse me?â
He stepped inside, kicking the door shut behind him. The lock clicked like a threat. âGenma. I saw him leaving. Ten minutes ago. You really thought I wouldnât notice?â
You laughed, sharp and disbelieving. âYouâve been gone three weeks. You donât get to bust into my apartment and tell me who I can fuck, Kakashi.â
âI can when itâs him.â His voice was low, dangerous. The kind of quiet that used to mean someone was about to die on a mission. âHeâs not good enough for you.â
âAnd you are?â You stepped forward, chin up, pulse hammering in your throat. âWeâre not together. Weâve never been together. You made damn sure of that. So yeahâsometimes I need something different. Something that doesnât leave before sunrise. Something that actually stays.â
The words hung in the air like a kunai.
Kakashi went completely still.
For one long second he just stared at youâmask still up, eye unreadable, shoulders tight under the flak vest. Then something in him cracked.
He crossed the room in three strides.
You met him halfway.
Mouths crashed together hard enough to bruise. His mask was yanked down between one breath and the next; you tasted dust and steel and the sharp edge of his anger. His hands fisted in the oversized shirt and ripped it straight up over your head, leaving you naked except for the thin pair of underwear youâd thrown on after the shower. Kakashiâs eye dragged down your body like he was starving.
âSomething different,â he repeated against your mouth, voice wrecked. âYou think he can give you what I can?â
You shoved at his vest. âI think he can give me something better.â
He snarledâactually snarledâand then the room filled with the soft pop of chakra.
Three identical Kakashis shimmered into existence around you.
One behind. One to your left. One to your right. The original stayed in front, eye half-lidded and dark with intent.
âIâm going to ruin you for anyone else,â the real Kakashi said softly. âStarting tonight.â
The clone behind you yanked your underwear down your legs and tossed them aside. Cool air hit your already slick cunt. Two gloved handsâoriginal Kakashiâsâcupped your bare ass and lifted you like you weighed nothing. Your legs locked around his waist on instinct. He carried you the three steps to the low dining table and laid you out on your back, thighs spread wide.
One clone immediately dropped to his knees between your legs and dragged his tongue up your slit in one long, filthy lick. You arched with a broken sound. The original Kakashi stripped with efficient, practiced motionsâvest, shirt, pantsâuntil he was naked and hard, cock already leaking at the tip. He stepped up beside your head, fisted your hair, and guided himself between your lips.
You opened for him greedily.
The clone eating you out groaned against your clit like he could taste how wet you already were. Two fingers pushed inside you without warning, curling, scissoring, stretching. A second clone climbed onto the table, straddling your chest, and offered his cock to your free hand. You stroked him in time with the way the real Kakashi fucked your mouthâslow, deep, claiming.
âLook at you,â original Kakashi rasped, hips rolling. âTaking three of me like you were made for it. Did Genma ever make you this desperate?â
You moaned around him in answer. The clone between your thighs sealed his mouth over your clit and sucked hard while his fingers crooked against that perfect spot inside you. Your thighs started shaking.
A fourth clone appeared just long enough to grab the bottle of oil you kept in the kitchen drawer (Kakashi had always known where everything was in your apartment). He slicked his fingers and pressed one against your ass. You jolted, but the original held your head still and kept fucking your throat.
âRelax,â he murmured. âYouâre going to take all of us tonight.â
The clone working your ass was patient but relentlessâone finger, then two, scissoring until you were rocking back onto them. The one eating your cunt never stopped. The one in your hand fucked into your fist with short, filthy thrusts. And Kakashiâthe real oneâwatched every second with that single dark eye, free hand stroking your throat whenever you swallowed around him.
You came the first time with a muffled scream, cunt clenching around the cloneâs tongue and fingers, ass fluttering around the ones stretching you open. They didnât stop.
Kakashi pulled out of your mouth with a wet sound and nodded once.
The clones moved like a well-oiled unit.
You were flipped onto your hands and knees on the table. One clone slid underneath you on his back; you sank down onto his cock in one smooth glide, both of you groaning. The clone behind you lined up with your ass and pushed in slow, relentless, until you were stuffed fullâtwo thick cocks splitting you open. The third clone knelt in front of your face and fed you his dick again.
And the original Kakashi just stood there for a moment, stroking himself, watching you get ruined by his own copies.
âFuckâlook at that,â he said, almost reverent. âTaking two of me at once. Youâre dripping all over the table, sweetheart.â
He stepped closer, cupped your chin, and made you look at him while the clones started moving. The one under you thrust up in deep, grinding rolls. The one in your ass matched his rhythm, fucking into you with long, filthy strokes that made wet sounds every time he bottomed out. The one in your mouth used your throat like he owned it.
Kakashiâs thumb brushed your lower lip. âTell me again how you need something different.â
You couldnât speak. Could only moan and drool and rock between the three cocks filling every hole.
He smiledâthat rare, dangerous little curl of his mouthâand finally joined.
He dismissed the clone in your mouth with a flicker of chakra and replaced him, sliding back between your lips. Now it was all him. Original. Real. The one whose jealousy had cracked open tonight. He fucked your throat in time with the clones wrecking your cunt and ass, one hand tangled in your hair, the other reaching down to pinch and roll your clit.
âYouâre mine,â he growled. âHave been since the ANBU days. I was just too much of a coward to say it. Not anymore.â
The dual penetration was overwhelmingâstretch and friction and heat everywhere. Every thrust from the clone in your ass shoved you harder onto the one in your cunt. Every time the one under you rolled his hips, your clit ground against his pelvis. Kakashiâs cock cut off your air in the best way, forcing you to take him deeper.
You came again with a shattered cry around him, walls clamping down so hard the clones both cursed. They didnât stop. They fucked you through it, dragging the orgasm out until you were shaking and sobbing and dripping onto the table.
Kakashi pulled out of your mouth, eyes wild. âSwitch.â
In a blur of movement and dismissed chakra, the clones rearranged. Suddenly you were on your back again, legs shoved wide. The real Kakashi slammed into your cunt in one brutal thrust, burying himself to the hilt. A clone immediately pressed into your ass beside himâ dual penetration again, but this time it was Kakashiâs real cock stretching your pussy while his clone wrecked your ass. Another clone straddled your chest and fucked your tits, cock sliding between them and into your open mouth on every thrust.
Kakashi leaned over you, forehead pressed to yours, eye locked on yours as he and his clone found a punishing rhythm.
âFeel that?â he panted. âBoth of us inside you. No one else gets this. Not Genma. Not anyone. Iâm going to fill every hole until you canât walk tomorrow without remembering who you belong to.â
You clawed at his back, nails raking red lines. âThen fucking do itâKakashiââ
He snarled and snapped his hips harder. The wet slap of skin on skin filled the apartment. The clone in your ass groaned and started coming firstâhot pulses deep inside you that made everything slicker, filthier. Kakashi felt it, cursed, and fucked you even harder, chasing his own release. The clone using your mouth and tits spilled across your tongue and chest with a low moan, painting you in thick ropes.
Kakashi lasted longest.
He fucked you like a man possessedâdeep, punishing strokes that dragged over every sensitive spot until you were coming again, sobbing his name, cunt milking him for everything he had. He buried himself to the root and came with a guttural sound, flooding your pussy in heavy pulses while his clone was still twitching in your ass.
For a long moment the only sound was ragged breathing.
The remaining clones poofed away in soft clouds of chakra, leaving just the two of you. Kakashi stayed inside you, forehead still pressed to yours, both of you shaking. His cum and the clonesâ cum leaked out around his cock every time either of you moved.
He kissed youâslower this time, almost gentle, but still hungry.
âYouâre not seeing him again,â he said against your mouth. Not a question.
You nipped his lower lip. âPossessive bastard.â
âYeah.â He rolled his hips once, still half-hard inside you, making you gasp. âAnd youâre going to let me prove it all night. Until you forget anyone else ever touched you.â
He pulled out slowly, watching the mess spill down your thighs, then scooped you off the table like you weighed nothing and carried you toward the bedroom.
Shadow clones shimmered back into existence the second your back hit the mattress.
Kakashiâs single visible eye gleamed.
âRound two,â he murmured, already hard again. âIâm nowhere near done ruining you.â
And he wasnât.
He and his clones took you apart for hoursâfucking you on your stomach while one held your wrists and another ate you out from behind; bending you over the windowsill so the cool night air hit your sweat-slick skin while Kakashi railed you from behind and a clone fucked your throat; making you ride one clone while the real Kakashi fucked your ass and whispered filthy promises against your ear about how he was going to keep you so full of him youâd never look at another man again.
By the time the sky started lightening, you were a trembling, cum-soaked mess in the middle of the wrecked sheets. Kakashi finally dismissed the last clone and curled around you from behind, still buried inside your cunt, one hand splayed possessively over your lower belly.
His voice was rough with exhaustion and something deeper.
âNo more on-and-off,â he said quietly against the back of your neck. âNo more pretending this is just hooking up. Youâre mine. Iâm yours. And if anyone else even looks at you the way Genma did⊠Iâll end them.â
You were too wrecked to do anything but reach back and tangle your fingers with his.
âOkay,â you whispered.
Kakashiâs arm tightened around you.
âGood.â
He stayed inside you as you both drifted offâstill hard, still claiming, still refusing to let even an inch of space exist between your bodies.
And for the first time in years, when morning came, Kakashi didnât leave.
He just rolled you under him again, eye dark with fresh hunger, and started all over.
Because he had finally decided: he was never letting you go again.
And he was going to make damn sure you never wanted anyone else.
âWow.â Marks mouth dropped as he watched her exit the bathroom in baby blue lace lingerie the lace hugging her waist and thighs. His eyes raked over her body and he could feel his pants getting tighter. He diverted his attention not wanting to appear rude or creepy. That earned a chuckle from her as she walked towards him and stood in between his spread legs. âYou can stare all you want. You can touch all you want.â She spoke with a heartfelt voice that made him feel calm and comfortable for what happens next. His hands slowly rose to rub the side of her thighs as she ran a hand through his hair. He looked up at her with his big brown eyes that held so much desire with a hint of nervousness.
Y/N smiled biting the side of her lip at the sight of him, he looked so cute and innocent under her trying to keep a respectful gaze. âYouâre so beautiful. I um Iâve never done this before.â He blushed sliding his hands to her hips caressing the bones with his thumbs. âItâs okay Mark, weâll take it slow. Tell me if you want me to stop okay?â Her eyes softened as she caressed his cheeks, she was going to take her time with him and make him feel amazing. She was taking his virginity after all⊠âTrust me I wonât you to stop.â His eyes gleamed as his smile stretched across his face smiling like a kid in a candy shop.
She straddled him watching as his breathing quickened as he licked his lips and his grip got a little bit tighter. âCan I take your shirt off?â He nodded his head as she played with the hem of his shirt. âI need words baby.â âYes.â He jumped out of desperation and she smiled pulling his shirt over his head heat immediately heading to her core at the sight of his bare torso. He was ripped. âHoly shit Mark, youâre so fucking sexy.â She could feel her clit throbbing at just the sight of him. He let out a quiet moan at the praise his jaw clenching as his eyelids fluttered close.
She leaned down to capture his lips letting him get used to the rhythm and explore. âI-Iâm sorry.â He apologized when they pulled apart and she pouted. âDonât apologize for anything Mark. Youâre doing so good.â She kissed him again sliding her tongue into his mouth and he did the same and slowly sucked on her tongue as an experiment. She moaned softly into his mouth her hips lightly grinding against his. âDo that again.â She pleaded and he sucked on her tongue again feeling proud. She pulled away from his lips and kissed down his jaw making her way to his neck as he tilted his head to the side allowing her more access.
She kissed down his body placing teasing pecks along his waistband as he squirmed. âMay I?â She slipped a finger into his waistband looking up into his eyes and she could tell he was overthinking. âBaby we donât have to-â âN-No I want to, Iâm just nervous of what youâll think.â He rubbed the back of his neck shyly, what if she wasnât impressed with his length? What if sheâs had bigger? âYou donât have to be nervous my love. Youâre perfect. I love everything about you.â She emphasized, kissing his boner over his pants and rubbing his thighs.
She slowly unbuttoned his jeans sliding them down his legs, his boxers soon to follow. She was face to face with his length and she physically drooled at the sight a blush covering her face when she realized. Marks confidence grew a little bigger when watching his girlfriend drool on his thigh at the sight of his cock. The insecurity washing away. âFuck baby itâs beautiful.â His tip was red and leaking precum, it slowly dripping down his shaft. She gripped the base causing Mark to groan. She began moving her hand up and down watching as Marks face contorted in pleasure. She dipped her head down her tongue darting out to lick up all of his precum.
âYou taste delicious. Iâm gonna make sure I get every last drop of your cum.â Her dirty words along with her hands and mouth working on his cock made him see stars. He was already so embarrassingly close. She hallowed her cheeks taking him whole in her mouth her nose brushing against his pelvis each time she bobbed her head up and down. Blissful moans escaped his pretty lips as he gripped the bedsheets. She grabbed his hands and placed them on the back of her head. She continued sucking and licking around his cock as his hands threaded themselves in her hair pulling gently when he was close.
She felt his legs start to shake as his moans grew louder and were broken. âYou gonna cum baby?â She teased wrapping her lips around his tip sucking harshly and soon paired it with her tongue swirling around. âP-please let me cum.â He begged as his body started to tremble and attempted to squirm away from the pleasure. She held his thighs down and his cock was twitching in her mouth and he released into her mouth and she took it all her eyes rolling to the back of her head at the delicious taste of his seed. When he was done she lifted off his cock swallowing the rest and licking the leftover off of his cock.
His arm was thrown over his eyes as he tried to control his breathing after his first ever orgasm from a woman. âThat wasâŠ.wow.â He was at a loss of words there were no words to describe the pleasure he just endured. She giggled quietly rubbing and kissing his thighs as he cooled down from his orgasm and she kitten licked his tip and the side of his cock making him twitch from sensitivity.
âCan you handle more?â Her voice was seductive as she climbed into his lap pushing him down against the mattress, her entrance lined up with his cock. He nodded his head eagerly before she gently but firmly grabbed his jaw. âWhatâd I say about words baby?â âYes I can handle more.â He quickly fixed himself not wanting her to be disappointed with him. âGood boy.â She captured his lips as she sunk down onto him and he gasped into her mouth whining pathetically as his head fell back against the pillow.
âYou still okay my love?â She rubbed his cheek watching as he struggled to open his eyes the pleasure being so much. âFeels too good.â He looked so blissfully fucked out his cheeks were flushed his eyes glassy and desperate filled with desire. âWant me to stop?â She teased lifting off of his cock until only his tip was left and his eyes widened fearing she would get off. âNo! No please donât.â She smirked sinking back down and clenching around him as she bounced on his cock. He was a moaning little mess his hands roaming all of her body gripping at every inch of her skin. âKeep moaning for me baby, you sound so fucking pretty.â His moans only made her wetter.
Her head dropped to the space between his shoulder and neck and he nearly came again when she was moaning and panting in his ear. âYouâre so deep feels so good.â She sucked a red mark into his shoulder her tongue sliding across it when she was done and she lightly grazed it with her teeth. He shivered under her touch and he watched as she bounced harder on his cock her tits bouncing right in front of his face. He licked his lips before leaning forward and catching her nipple between his mouth sucking on it gently. âMmph.â She moaned at the new feeling he was giving her and rolled her hips and spelt her name silently claiming him.
Mark began sucking harder and switched to the other nipple his tongue licking around the bud. He felt her pussy fluttering around him and god he was so close to release and she could feel it too. âCum in me baby. Let me feel all of you.â She encouraged and she felt his cum spurt into her and she came with a moan/scream as her release dropped out of her and down his cock. They were a panting mess, his hands ran up and down her back as they caught their breath. She slowly got off of him and winked before scooting down and taking his cock in her mouth again. She moaned at their combined taste her eyes rolling in the back of her head at how delicious it was. Meanwhile he was even more of a whimpering mess his hips jerking at the overstimulation and trying to squirm away.
She released his cock from her mouth wiping the corner of her mouth and laying next to him. âThat was euphoric. Thank you.â
âSo I can assume this was a good first time?â She giggled kissing his nose as he laughed breathlessly nodding his head. âIt was perfect. Youâre perfect everything was perfect.â
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I donât write headcanons BUT I will write Kakashi losing his mind over getting to hit it raw
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The city lights filtered through the half-drawn blinds of your apartment, casting long shadows across the rumpled sheets. It was a typical Friday nightâtakeout containers abandoned on the coffee table, a half-empty bottle of wine breathing on the nightstand, and Kakashi sprawled beside you like he owned the place. Which, in a way, he kind of did. Weeks of dating had turned into months of this comfortable, heated routine. The enigmatic literature professor by day, the teasing, insatiable man who made your knees weak by night.
Heâd been begging for weeks.
At first it was playful. A low murmur against your neck after youâd ridden him slow and sweet one evening: âJust once, sweetheart. Let me feel you properly.â Youâd laughed it off, reminding him of protection, of practicality. He respected itâalways hadâbut the pleas grew more frequent, more desperate. Text messages at odd hours: Been thinking about how warm youâd feel. Do I need to get on my knees and beg? Late-night whispers while his fingers worked you open: âIâll pull out, I swear. I just need to know what itâs like.â
You held firm until tonight. Something in his voiceâraw, almost vulnerableâhad cracked your resolve. âFine,â youâd said, heart hammering as you tugged him down for a kiss. âBut you better make it worth it, Kakashi.â
Now here you were, naked and tangled together, his silver hair damp with sweat as he hovered over you. His usual confidence had sharpened into something hungrier, pupils blown wide behind the lazy tilt of his head.
âStill sure?â he asked, voice rough. One hand stroked down your thigh, spreading you open as he notched the thick head of his cock against your entrance. Bare. No latex. Just hot skin on skin.
âYes,â you breathed, arching up to chase the contact. âFuck me, Kakashi.â
He groaned like the word âyesâ alone punched the air from his lungs. Slowlyâagonizinglyâhe pushed inside. The first inch drew a shared gasp from both of you. No barrier. Just velvet heat and slick friction. He sank deeper, inch by inch, until his hips pressed flush to yours and he was buried to the hilt.
âFuck,â he hissed, forehead dropping to your shoulder. âYouâre⊠so wet. So fucking warm. I can feel everything.â
You clenched around him experimentally and his hips jerked involuntarily, a choked sound escaping him. He stayed still for a long moment, breathing hard, letting both of you adjust. Then he started movingâlong, deep strokes that dragged against every sensitive spot inside you. The wet sound of skin meeting skin filled the room, obscene and perfect.
Weeks of teasing had left you both wound tight. You wrapped your legs around his waist, heels digging into his lower back, urging him deeper. Kakashiâs pace quickened, hips snapping with more force. His hands gripped your hips hard enough to bruise, holding you in place as he fucked you.
âBeen dreaming about this,â he panted against your ear. âDreaming about filling you up. God, you feel incredible.â
You moaned, nails raking down his back. Something in his words sparked low in your belly, but you were too lost in sensation to analyze it. He shifted angles, grinding against your clit with every thrust, and pleasure coiled tighter.
Then he pulled back slightly, eyes dropping to where you were joined. The sight seemed to do something to him. His rhythm faltered for a second before he slammed back in harder.
âLook at that,â he muttered, almost to himself. âSo pretty. Taking me so well⊠fuck, I can see how deep I am, baby.â
His voice had dropped an octave, that lazy drawl turning rough and possessive. He hooked one of your legs higher, opening you wider, and drove in again. The new angle made you cry out, walls fluttering around his bare cock.
Kakashiâs eyes darkened further. He was watchingâreally watchingâthe way your body swallowed him, the obscene shine of your arousal coating his length every time he withdrew. His breathing grew ragged.
âWant to come inside you,â he said suddenly, the words tumbling out like he couldnât stop them. âWant to pump you full. Keep it there. Make it stick.â
Your eyes widened, a fresh wave of heat flooding through you at the raw admission. Heâd never talked like this before. Not with this edge of desperation.
âKakashiââ
He cut you off with a deep thrust, grinding against that spot that made stars burst behind your eyelids. âJust imagine it,â he groaned, voice strained. âYou, swollen with me. My cum leaking out of you for days. Fuck⊠I shouldnâtâ I donât know why that sounds so good.â
But he did know. Or at least his body did. His hips stuttered again, pace turning erratic as something primal seemed to click into place. He buried his face in your neck, teeth grazing your pulse point as he fucked you harder, chasing that new, intoxicating fantasy.
âGonna fill you up,â he whispered hotly. âBreed this pretty pussy until it takes. Until youâre carrying my baby. Mine.â
The wordâbreedâhit you like a spark to gasoline. You clenched hard around him, a broken moan tearing from your throat. Kakashiâs reaction was immediate and devastating. A guttural sound ripped out of him, and he drove in deep, hips rolling in tight circles that kept him pressed right against your cervix.
âOh shit,â he gasped. âYou like that? You like when I talk about breeding you?â
You couldnât deny it. The filthy fantasy, the raw need in his voiceâit sent you spiraling. âYesâfuck, yes.â
He lost it then. The careful, teasing professor vanished. In his place was a man consumed. Kakashi fucked you like he was trying to imprint himself inside youâhard, deep strokes that shook the bedframe. Sweat slicked both your bodies. His hand slid between you, thumb circling your clit with practiced precision while his cock dragged relentlessly inside your soaked heat.
âGonna come so deep,â he panted. âGonna flood you. Mark you. Want to see it drip out when I pull out. Want to push it back in with my fingers. Keep you full of me.â
Every word pushed you closer. Your orgasm built fast and brutal, walls fluttering wildly around his bare length. Kakashiâs eyes were glued to your face now, drinking in every expression, but his hips never stopped that punishing rhythm.
âCome for me,â he demanded, voice wrecked. âCome on my cock baby please.â
You shattered. Pleasure crashed over you in waves, pussy clenching and pulsing around him as you cried out his name. Kakashi cursed, hips snapping erratically as your orgasm milked him. The sensationâwet heat, rhythmic squeezes with nothing between youâseemed to break whatever restraint he had left.
âFuckâso fuckingâgonnaâ!â
He slammed in one final time, burying himself as deep as physically possible. You felt the first hot pulse of his release, thick and endless. He came hard, groaning long and low against your neck as spurt after spurt flooded your pussy. His hips jerked with every pulse, like his body was determined to push it as far inside you as it could go.
Even after the peak passed, he didnât pull out. He stayed buried deep, breathing heavily, one hand sliding down to press gently over your lower belly.
âShit,â he whispered after a long moment, voice hoarse. âI⊠I didnât expect that. Didnât know Iâd lose my mind like that.â
You laughed breathlessly, running fingers through his damp hair. âBreeding kink unlocked, Professor?â
He lifted his head, mismatched eyesâ one dark, one scarred but still sharpâmeeting yours with a mix of embarrassment and lingering heat. A faint flush colored his cheeks, rare and endearing.
âApparently.â He rolled his hips experimentally, stirring the mess inside you. The wet sound made him groan again. âFuck. Feeling my cum inside you⊠itâs doing things to me. I think Iâm already getting hard again.â
True to his words, you felt him twitch and thicken where he was still lodged deep. He kissed you slow and deep, tongue sliding against yours as he started moving againâlazy, filthy rolls of his hips that pushed his release deeper.
âGuess weâre not done yet,â he murmured against your lips, a wicked little smile curving his mouth. âSince you finally let me have you like this⊠Iâm going to enjoy every second of this discovery.â
Hours blurred after that.
He took you again on your back, then flipped you onto your stomach, fucking you slow and deep while murmuring filthy promises about filling you until you couldnât hold any more. He made you ride him, hands gripping your hips as he watched his cock disappear inside you, eyes fixed on the creamy ring of his cum that coated his base every time you sank down.
By the time dawn crept through the blinds, you were both exhausted, sticky, and thoroughly satisfied. Kakashi lay behind you, spooned close, one arm draped possessively over your waist while his softening cock stayed nestled inside your sore, cum-filled pussy.
He pressed a lazy kiss to your shoulder. âWeâre doing this again,â he said quietly, voice laced with that new, addictive hunger. âOften. I need to explore this properly.â
You smiled, pressing back against him. âCareful, Kakashi. You might get me pregnant for real if you keep talking like that.â
He chuckled darkly, hips giving one last shallow thrust. âWould that be so bad?â
In the quiet afterglow, you realized the man whoâd spent weeks begging had just uncovered a side of himself he hadnât known existed. And you couldnât wait to see where heâd take it next.
ââWhen I ride the dick, I'ma spell my name, ah!ââ
Pairing: Perverted! Mark Grayson x Chubby! Reader
Synopsis: You catch Mark humping your pillow like a bitch in heat. Of course, you have to teach him a lesson.
Warnings: smut with some plot? female reader, vaginal sex, masturbation (male), msub, fdom, cowgirl, cunnilingus, teasing, unprotected sex, obsessive behaviour, cum eating, nipple play?, perv! Mark (He's such a loser), panty (sniffing), mentions of voyeurism and stalking.
AN: I love pervy Mark Grayson đ
Word Count: 2.4K
Mark had an issue.
A major one if he was being honest.
It started the moment he met you. You were the newest hire at his favorite comic store.
Kind eyes with a sharp wit that never failed to make him burst out in laughter. The best comic recommendations, even going as far as saving the latest chapter of Science Dog just for him.
And you were beautiful. God, so beautiful. Soft and undeniably plush that made him salivate. Eyeing the soft curve of your belly, the thickness of your thighs to your sweet smile.
Mark should feel any inkling of shame. He knows it. Getting aroused watching you bend over to reach the bottom shelf, perfect view of your ass.
Or when you leaned in while explaining with particular detail of one your favorite comics, letting him get a whiff of your scent.
You were meant to be he is. There was no doubt in his mind. You had no idea that after each visit, Mark went home painfully aroused and laid there fisting his cock thinking about you.
He was obsessed with you. Completely and utterly consumed by you. It only grew worse when he actually started dating you.
You occupied his thoughts from the moment he awoke to the time he fell asleep. Bleeding into his hero work.
The times you've noticed Invincible flying by the store more and more. You paid it no mind, there must have been a disturbance nearby. Plus, it was nice having your boyfriend around more often.
Oblivious to him flying past your house at odd hours. Peering through your windows, cock twitching in his suit, watching your fingers disappear in between your thighs.
It's not his fault! You were absolutely perfect in his eyes.
You're so understanding of his superhero responsibilities. Even if you're disappointed in your joint time being cut short.
Fussing over his injuries, looking so adorable as you check him over. Steady hands work meticulously, cleaning and wrapping his wounds.
You were everything. Are, everything.
He doesn't know what he did to deserve you.
The need for you overwhelmed all other desires. Like he was burning with a raw, unbridled flame that only grew with each passing day.
Your kisses, sweet and your attention even sweeter. Your soft touch, running through his hair after a particularly hard fight. It was inevitable that he'd preen for any drop of your affection.
Which is why he sat in your room, on your bed with his cock buried between your folded pillow.
The slow roll of his hips against the satin made his breath hitch. The cool fabric against his feverish skin elicited a jolt.
The small part of Mark's brain knew it was wrong. Practically screaming it. He was defiling your private space for his own pleasure. Actively.
But God, the mere thought of you catching him like this. Hunched over, fucking your pillow with absolutely zero finesse.
Picking up the pace was doing nothing to ebb his increasing ache, cock hard and flushed against it. Whimpering at the building, fastening his thrusts with laser focus.
God, he was pathetic.
What would you do? Seeing him all flushed, humping your pillow? You'd probably be sweet about it. So nervous, your eyes would avoid him.
Flickering about before returning to the tip of his cock. âFuck! N-need you, baby.â slick sweat
A pained whimper left through gritted teeth, fastening his pace.
Would you be embarrassed? Flustered? Or perhaps join him, soft hands wrapping around his cock.
Your hold would be weak, tentative. He'd coax you, drawing your hand along his length, showing you how he liked it. Growing more confident with each stroke.
His head jerked back with a strangled groan. It wasnât enough, nearly, but not close. He looked through his lashes, eyeing your laundry basket, zeroing in on your panties poking out of the ledge.
Perfect.
He reached out, grabbing the piece of fabric cautiously, almost reverently. They weren't anything fancy per se, he knows you always opted for functionality more than appearance.
The pad of his thumb ran along the crotch area, chasing the faintest ghost of warmth of your pussy.
The thought alone sent another surge of need down to cock. You wouldnât mind, right? It's your fault anyway, why heâs all pent up.
Bringing the fabric up to his nose, inhaling deeply, choking back a pained groan. Your scent was sweet and musky, something uniquely yours. It was intoxicating.
Your bare pussy was in it. He's touching something your pretty pussy touched. His groan was pained, more blood rushing straight to his cock.
He was drunk on your scent, inhaling even deeper, pressing the fabric firmly against his face. Swapping the flimsy fabric with your welcoming heat.
Your soppy cunt all wet and pretty just for him. Those thick thighs bracketing his face, being utterly surrounded by your scent.
He knows you'd taste amazing, like the sweetest nectar on his tongue. Lapping greedily at your essence. Your whimpers and moans would be adorable. He knows it.
You'd let him stay between your thighs as he ate you like a starving man. Pulling you to the edge with just his tongue and fingers.
Tugging at his hair, while whines spilled from your parted lips. Eyes sheen with unshed tears, babbling on how it was too much.
His climax is fast approaching, his pace growing erratic. Eyes screwed shut, a pretty flush painting his cheeks and mouth agape. His self-preservation flew out the door, breathy whines.
Utterly lost in the haze of pleasure, not hearing the soft click of the door opening. Or the sharp gasp from the doorway.
âMark?â
Eyes flying open, landing on you, perched by the door.
Your eyes drag down his form, taking in his flushed cheeks, taut muscles, cock nestled between a makeshift hole in your pillow. Finally landing a pair of your panties, bunched up to his nose.
His thrusts didn't slow, if anything they grew more erratic. The thrill of you catching him like this, face flushed, naked and nose buried in your panties almost made him cum right there.
âM'sorry baby, need you,â he groans, throwing his head back. His muscles are taught, almost tipping over the edge.
âThen stop.â His hips stutter to a halt. His gaze finds yours, pupils blown wide, dark and hungry.
The bed, dipped under your weight. Crawling towards him, his attention never wavering.
Your hands wrap around his cock, the pad of your thumb pressing down on the slit. His hips jerk up, actually whining from your simple touch.
âSo responsive, you needed me that badly, Markie?" Your eyes focused solely on his cataloguing each subtle twitch and jerk with each linguoid stroke of his cock.
Mark's hips bucked up, erratic, â Y-yes! Need you baby. Please-â gasping when your hold tightens. The sharp pain fizzled into a slow pleasure.
Swiftly withdrawing your hand from his length. âPerverts don't get a say in this.â He whines at the loss of your soft touch.
Moving closer, crowding your space, âP-please baby, I'll be good. Promise.â
His eyes were glossy with unscheduled tears. Grinding his cock against your plush thigh, smearing pre cum against your skin.
Mark's voice grew breathy, âPlease-ahh! Need you baby, please. I'll be so good for you.â fastening his pace, choking on sobs as he grew desperate.
He looked utterly wrecked. Hair dishevelled, strands stuck to his forehead. A pretty flush dusts his cheeks. His hands were gripping the sheets tightly enough to tear.
You almost felt bad.
Leaning closer, your hand grazing his toned thigh. Inching closer to his inner thigh, right where he desperately wanted your touch. âYou wanna be good for me?â
His cock was hard and flushed, twitching with need. Uncomfortably so. He drew a shaky breath, âYes! I'll be good-fuck! I'll be your good boy.â Tears streamed down his flushed cheeks.
Your hands pause. Good boy? That was new.
A wicked smile crawled to your lips. You stripped out of your shirt, shorts and underwear. You heard him bite back a groan, eyeing your plump pussy.
Taking your underwear from his hold, stuffing them into his mouth. Pushing him back flat against the mattress, climbing and straddling his lap.
You're already drenched, grinding down against him. You both groan at the contact; the friction is delicious and almost unbearable.
Moaning your name, his hips stutter as hands grip your hips. Guiding each slow roll with thin-laced need.
âPlease, I-,â shuddering, biting down on the fabric, feeling your nails dig into his shoulder blades. âI need you. Please. Need to feel you,â his words faint.
âYou are feeling me, aren't you?â fastening your pace, your lips tracing along his jaw down his chest.
Mark whined, utterly helpless, âNo! I want to be inside. I'm being good, please.â
God, this man's ability to beg might be your undoing.
You guide him to your entrance, the anticipation maddening. Lowering down, inch by inch, the stretch was significant, completely overwhelming. All the way until you were fully seated.
Mark fell apart, making a drawn-out, wounded sound. You were so warm and wet, taking all of him completely. Letting out a high whimper, cock twitching inside you.
His hands shook terribly, cupping your ass, his restraint holding on by a thread.
You sigh, doing an experimental roll of your hips, causing both of you to moan. You do it again, more confident, eliciting a brutal groan from him, his hold almost bruising.
âYou gotta control yourself, baby. Can't have you accidentally snapping me in half,â starting a slow pace, watching him lose himself in you.
Eyes clamping shut, his breath growing more and more laboured. âEyes on me.â Your fingers tapping the underside of his jaw until his gaze refocused on you.
You picked up the pace; each deep plunge knocked the wind out of his lungs. Markâs cries muffled around the fabric. Hips thrusting up into your cunt, erratic and desperate.
For any potential relief. Head rolled back, utterly lost in the pleasure you provided him.
You bit your lip, withholding a whimper when the tip of his cock brushed a particular spot.
Brows knit together, your hands ran down his toned chest, lingering. Daft fingers brushed his sensitive nipples, making him jerk immediately.
You paused, drawing your hands closer again, now overtly rolling his nipples between your fingers. The sound he made was downright pornographic.
âOh?â Pinching and twisting them enough that he withers beneath you.
Saliva dripping down his chin, around the fabric, âPlease-â
You slow your pace, grinding your hips, keeping him on the edge of desperation, âYou said you'd be good for me. Good boys take what they're given.â Continuing your assault on his chest, taking one into your mouth. Harsh sucks, leaving them aching and raw.
Mark made a sound, helpless and desperate. Thrusting up to get some relief, tears brimming at the corners of his eyes. âI have been good! I've been on my best behaviour,â he grumbled around the fabric.
You hum in response, loving his dazed expression. His hands move to your waist, playing over your soft sides, tugging you impossibly closer. Nuzzling his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent.
You pull back slightly, plucking your wet underwear from his mouth, replacing it with your mouth. Intense and demanding, swallowing his moans.
Kissing down his throat, nipping at the crook of his neck. Mark was an utter mess; his hands roamed your body, shaky and desperate to feel you.
Pressing soft pecks, murmuring against your lips, âSo pretty-God.â Gripping the fat of your ass, enamoured with how soft you are. Capturing your lips in a hurried kiss,
Thrusting up to meet your bounces, wittering under your touch. âM'gonna cum. Please let me cum,â his hold on you growing tighter.
âYeah?â You coo, your breath fanning his ear, breathy and uneven.
Increasing your rhythm, deep and raw, the sound of skin slapping echoed across the room. Rough, erratic and completely messy.
Feeling him grow rigid beneath you, on the edge of falling apart. Your name tumbling from his lips like a feverish prayer. Coming undone beneath you, trembling as spurts of cum fill you.
Breathy whines as the last waves of pleasure subsided. Thick cum dribbled down his shaft.
âC'mon Markie, I didn't even get to cum yet.â You coo, fingers tracing down his chest. Feeling his cock twitch weakly inside you.
Pulling yourself off of him, groaning at the loss of your warmth. You spread your legs, giving him a perfect view of your puffy folds. Cum smeared and raw.
Urging him closer, curling your finger towards you. He follows, helpless. He settles himself between your plush legs. All too eager to please you.
Pressing wet kisses along your thighs, brushing his lips against your puffy clit. Suckling softly, moaning around it, causing you to melt under his touch.
Mark flattened his tongue, lapping greedily at your cunt. Groaning at the thought of tasting you and himself on his tongue. He watched you sigh above him through thick lashes.
Your head thrown back, letting out soft moans with each draw of his tongue. âBeing so good for me, Markie, taking such good care of me,â Mark whined against you, his grip on your thighs tightened.
âWanna be the best for you, baby,â he murmured. âHave to be the best.â Looking at you with such open admiration, a pretty flush gracing his cheeks.
Feeling you shiver beneath his lips sent a thrill of satisfaction. A finger curled inside you, making your toes curl.
Mark wasn't skilled by any means, but enthusiastic nonetheless. He ate you sloppily, greedily, lapping at every drop.
As if the thought of your release staining the sheets instead of his tongue wounded him.
Your fingers thread through his hair, leveraging it to ground your hips against his face. âJust like that, use me all you want â
The friction was maddening. Paired with the broad strokes, you fell apart in his hands.
Drawing out a long cry, riding out the waves of pleasure. Mark moved from between your legs, lips kissed swollen, chin dripping in your release, and his eyes glossed over.
âWas I-,â he paused, gaze drifting away from you, a pretty flush painting his cheeks.
âWas I good?â You smile, he was so earnest, soft and sweet while being a complete perv.
Your hands cup his cheeks, giving him a chaste peck on the cheek, âYes you did good.â Mark melted into your touch, growing soft and dazed. Curled up in your arms, letting you press kisses against his temple.
Can we get a spicy kakashi fic where the reader is a princess from another kingdom and they share a tent while on their way back to the leaf village so she can fulfill some sort of royal duties but she's in an arranged marriage with someone she doesn't want? đ
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The rain had been relentless for two days.
Mud sucked at the horsesâ hooves, the forest canopy dripped like a thousand leaking roofs, and the royal caravan had finally been forced to make camp three daysâ hard ride from the capital. Your fatherâs messengers had been clear: the wedding preparations would not wait. The alliance with the neighboring kingdom required your hand, your womb, and your public smile. You were to return, be scrubbed clean of travel, and presented like a jeweled contract.
Kakashi had barely spoken since the last messenger left.
He rode at your side as alwaysâyour personal knight, the legendary Hatake Kakashi, the man who had dragged you out of ambushes, poisoned wine, and more than one assassination attempt since you were sixteen. Silver hair plastered to his forehead, mask soaked through, that damn headband still perfectly straight. He looked like a storm given human form, and every time his dark eye flicked toward you, the air between you crackled.
Tonight the storm had driven everyone else into their own tents. Only one remained for the princess and her shadow: a large canvas pavilion meant for two, with a single thick pallet of furs and a low brazier already lit. Protocol demanded he sleep outside the flap. Rain and exhaustion and the quiet fury rolling off him had made that impossible.
You sat on the edge of the pallet, cloak discarded, riding leathers still damp, brushing mud from your boots with more force than necessary. Kakashi stood near the entrance, back half-turned, polishing his tanto like it had personally offended him.
âYouâre brooding is louder than the thunder,â you said finally.
He didnât look up. âJust thinking about how to keep you alive long enough to be sold.â
The words landed like a slap. You stilled.
âSold,â you repeated, voice deceptively soft. âIs that what you call my duty now?â
Kakashiâs hands stopped. The tanto gleamed in the firelight. When he finally turned, that single visible eye was colder than the rain outside.
âDuty,â he echoed. âIs that what weâre calling it? Being bartered to a man who looks at you like livestock and already has three mistresses lined up for the honeymoon? Forgive me, Princess, if I find the language distasteful.â
You stood. The difference in height had never felt so sharpâhe still towered even when you were barefoot on furs. Your heart hammered, anger and something hotter coiling low in your belly.
âYou forget yourself, Knight.â
âDo I?â He stepped closer, rainwater still dripping from the ends of his hair onto the floor. âIâve watched you grit your teeth through every council meeting about that marriage. Iâve heard you cry when you thought no one was listening. And now Iâm supposed to stand guard at the altar and watch him put a collar on you and call it a crown?â His voice dropped, rough. âI hate it. I hate him. I hate that Iâm the one who has to deliver you.â
âThen hate it quietly,â you snapped, chin lifting. Heat flooded your cheeks. âYou are my knight. You do not get toââ
âTo what? Care?â He laughed once, humorless. âToo late.â
The air between you felt charged, dangerous. You were both soaked, both exhausted, both wound too tight. The arranged marriage hung over everything like a noose. And Kakashiâloyal, lethal, infuriating Kakashiâlooked like he wanted to burn the entire kingdom down rather than let another man touch you.
You took a step closer, petty and furious and aching.
âYouâre out of line,â you said, voice low and regal and deliberately cruel. âIn fact⊠shouldnât you be addressing me from your knees only?â
Silence.
For one heartbeat you thought he would snarl, refuse, walk out into the storm.
Instead Kakashiâs eye darkened to something molten.
And he dropped.
One smooth, controlled motionâknee to the furs, then the other, until he knelt before you in full armor, head bowed just enough that silver fringe shadowed his face. Water still ran down the column of his throat. His gloved hands rested on his thighs. The picture of perfect, devastating obedience.
Your breath punched out of you.
Oh.
You had meant it as a slap. A reminder of rank. Petty revenge for the way heâd flayed you open with truth.
Watching him do itâwatching the most dangerous man in the kingdom sink to his knees for you without hesitationâfelt like youâd just lost everything. Your pulse roared in your ears. Heat flooded between your legs so fast it made you dizzy. The power should have felt good. Instead it felt like standing at the edge of a cliff with the ground already crumbling.
Kakashi lifted his head just enough to meet your eyes. The look he gave you was pure sin.
âAs my princess commands,â he murmured, voice rough velvet. âThough I should warn you⊠once Iâm down here, I donât plan on rising until youâve forgotten every other manâs name.â
Your thighs clenched.
âKakashiââ
âYou wanted me on my knees.â He shifted forward on them, closing the distance until his face was level with your stomach. Gloved hands rose, slow, deliberate, and settled on the backs of your thighs. âYou have me. Now what are you going to do with me?â
You should have ordered him up. Should have remembered the marriage waiting at the end of this road, the scandal, the treason of wanting your own knight like this.
Instead your fingers found his hairâsilver, wet, softâand tightened.
âTake the gloves off,â you whispered.
He did. Slowly. Each finger peeled free, revealing scarred, calloused hands that had killed for you a hundred times. He dropped the gloves beside him and looked up again, waiting.
You were already trembling.
Kakashiâs bare hands slid up the backs of your legs, under the hem of your riding tunic, mapping the shape of your calves, your knees, the sensitive skin behind them. When he reached the tops of your thighs he paused, thumbs stroking once, reverent and filthy at the same time.
âYouâre shaking,â he observed quietly. âIs the princess cold⊠or is she wet for the knight sheâs supposed to keep at a distance?â
âShut up.â
âMake me.â
You yanked his head forward by the hair.
Kakashi went willingly, face pressing between your legs through the fabric of your breeches. He inhaled like a man starved, a low sound vibrating against you. Then his mouth found the laces. He untied them with his teeth and fingers both, patient and ruthless, until the leather loosened enough for him to drag everything downâbreeches, smallclothes, the last scrap of dignityâuntil they pooled at your ankles. You stepped out. Bare from the waist down in the dim firelight, rain still hammering the canvas above.
Kakashi looked at you like you were holy and ruined at once.
âBeautiful,â he rasped. âEvery fucking inch.â
Then he leaned in and dragged his tongue through your folds in one long, filthy stroke.
Your knees nearly buckled. A broken ripped out of you. His hands clamped on your ass, holding you open, holding you steady, while he licked you like he had all night and every intention of using it. Broad, slow passes of that hot tongue, then sharper flicks over your clit that made stars burst behind your eyes. He groaned into you, the sound filthy, hungry, as if heâd been dying for this.
âKakashiâahââ
He suckled gently, then harder, two fingers sliding through your slick to tease your entrance. When he pushed them in, slow and thick, your head fell back. The wet sounds of him fingering you filled the tent. He curled them just rightâbecause of course he knew, of course heâd memorized every way to destroy youâand your hips jerked helplessly against his mouth.
âThatâs it,â he murmured against your clit, voice wrecked. âRide my face, Princess. Use your knight. Iâve dreamed of drowning in this cunt for years.â
Years.
The confession punched through you. You ground down harder, fingers locked in his hair, fucking yourself on his tongue and fingers while he worshipped you on his knees like it was the only religion heâd ever believed in. The climax built vicious and fastâtoo much, too soon, the pressure of the journey and the marriage and the way heâd looked at you for so long all crashing together. When it broke, you came with a broken cry of his name, thighs shaking around his head, gushing against his tongue. He licked you through it, greedy, swallowing every drop, fingers still working until you were whimper and twitching.
Only then did he pull back, lips shiny, eye dark with triumph and something painfully tender.
âStill want me addressing you from my knees only?â he asked, voice hoarse. âBecause I can stay here all night. I can make you come until you canât remember the name of the man theyâre giving you to.â
You hauled him up by the front of his armor.
The kiss was desperate, clashing, tasting of you and rain and everything forbidden. You tore at the buckles of his armored jacket, the straps of his shirt, until bare skin met your palmsâscarred, hot, the solid muscle of a man who had made himself a weapon for your sake. His cock strained hard against his pants; you cupped him through the fabric and he hissed into your mouth.
âOff,â you ordered. âAll of it. Now.â
He stripped with efficient speed, armor and cloth discarded in a careless heap. Naked, Kakashi Hatake was devastatingâlean power, pale skin marked by a hundred battles, that thick cock curving up against his stomach, flushed dark and already leaking. He looked at you like he wanted to devour you whole.
You shoved him back onto the furs.
He went willingly, sprawling, silver hair fanned out, watching you with that half-lidded eye as you straddled his thighs. Your tunic was still half-on; he sat up just enough to yank it over your head, then his mouth was on your breastsâsucking, biting, soothing with his tongueâwhile you lined him up.
The first sink of that thick cock into you dragged a broken moan from both of you.
God, he was big. Stretching you open inch by perfect inch until you were seated fully, stuffed full, the head of him pressed so deep you felt it in your throat. Kakashiâs hands locked on your hips, fingers digging bruises, forehead pressed to yours.
âFuckâlook at you,â he breathed. âTaking your knight so well. So fucking tight. Been saving this pretty cunt for me, havenât you?â
You rolled your hips in answer, slow and filthy. The drag of him inside you was exquisite. Every upward grind made his cock drag over that perfect spot; every downward sink punched a soft sound from your throat. Kakashi let you set the pace for exactly thirty seconds before his control snapped.
He flipped you.
One smooth motion and you were on your back in the furs, thighs shoved wide, and Kakashi was driving into you with deep, relentless strokes that punched the air from your lungs. The wet slap of skin on skin filled the tent. Rain hammered harder outside. He fucked you like a man claiming, like a man who had waited too long and refused to wait another second.
âYouâre mine,â he growled against your mouth, hips snapping. âNot his. Never his. This cunt, these sounds, the way you look when you comeâmine. Say it.â
âYoursââ You gasped as he angled deeper, hitting that spot over and over until your vision whited out. âKakashiâpleaseââ
âPlease what?â He hooked one of your legs over his shoulder, folding you open, pounding into you harder. âPlease ruin you so thoroughly you walk into that wedding bow-legged and thinking of my cock? Please fill this royal cunt until youâre dripping me for days?â
âYesâgod, yesââ
He kissed you filthy, tongue fucking your mouth in time with his cock. One hand slipped between you to rub tight circles over your clit. The dual assault shredded what was left of your composure. You came again with a sob, clenching around him so hard he cursed, hips stuttering.
Kakashi didnât stop.
He fucked you through it, relentless, chasing his own release with deep, grinding thrusts that kept you locked in oversensitive bliss. When he finally came it was with a guttural groan of your name, burying himself to the hilt and spilling hot inside inside you in thick, hot pulses. You felt every spurt. Felt the way he kept rocking gently, pushing his spend deeper, marking you from the inside out.
For a long moment there was only the sound of rain and ragged breathing.
Kakashi stayed inside you, forehead pressed to yours, one hand cradling the back of your head like you were something precious instead of the princess he was supposed to deliver. When he finally slipped free, the gush of his cum down your thighs made him groan softly. He gathered you against his chest, pulling the furs over both of you, legs tangling.
Silence stretched. Comfortable. Dangerous.
You traced the scar over his eye with a fingertip. âThe marriageâŠâ
âIsnât happening,â he said quietly, absolute. âIâll burn the fucking treaty myself if I have to. Or weâll disappear. Thereâs a whole world outside these borders, Princess. I can keep you safe in any of it.â His arm tightened. âBut I am not watching another man put his hands on whatâs mine. Not after tonight. Not ever.â
You should have argued duty, kingdom, bloodlines.
Instead you kissed the corner of his mouth, soft and sure, and felt him smile against your lips.
âThen stay on your knees for me sometimes,â you whispered. âEven when weâre free.â
Kakashiâs laugh was low, dark, full of promise. He rolled you beneath him again, already hardening against your thigh, eye gleaming.
âAs my princess commands.â
And outside, the rain kept falling, washing the road to the capital cleanâwhile inside the tent, the knight and his princess rewrote every vow that had ever tried to own them.
Mark knew he shouldnât be on her roof watching her get ready for bed. They werenât together anymore, she wasnât his. Mark had kept his secret from her wanting no needing to protect her. But obviously secret keeping ruffled feathers within a relationship. He was absent, gone and unresponsive for days, coming over late at night and Y/N couldnât help but feel like his last priority. She gave him chance after chance to explain himself but he could never bring himself to tell her. She finally got exhausted of the excuses and broke it off. Itâs been months since theyâve been together.
But after the fight he just barely won. He needed her, needed to hold her, touch her, see her, just be with her. Not in a sexual way, he needed her presence. Her comfort. He watched as she entered her bathroom and he took the opportunity to sneak through her bedroom window. He stood in the middle of her room looking around, his heart tugging when noticing she had taken down all the photos of them.
Y/N exited her bathroom jumping when seeing Invincible standing in her room. âInvincible?â Her voice laced with confusion, why would he be here? He doesnât know her and she doesnât know him. Mark turned around to face her, gosh she was even more beautiful than last time he saw her. Her hair was in a messy bun, her glasses snug against her face and his T-shirt swallowing her body. He ripped his mask off exposing his identity and she gasped her hand flying to cover her mouth. âMark? Y-Youâre Invincible?â She was stunned. Her ex-boyfriend was Invincible. A million thoughts ran through her head, all of the unexplained disappearances and late nights coming home finally made sense.
She couldnât help but feel incredibly guilty for the way she had treated him. Yelling at him for not making time for her, making her feel unwanted. But all this time he was protecting Earth putting his life on the line for billions.
âIâm sorry for showing up like this. Itâs justâŠ.after this fight I needed you. I needed to see you.â He admitted contemplating on whether or not to just fly out the window. He had crossed a boundary. âAre you okay? Are you hurt?â Worry flashed across her face as she approached him her eyes scanning his body for any wounds or blood. âIâm okay.â He whispered looking down at her watching as she searched his body for any sign of an injury. âIâm so sorry Mark. For everything, for getting mad at you, yelling at you, for not understanding. You were saving the world and I was upset you were late for a date.â Tears escaped her eyes as she placed her head in her hands and he grabbed her hands and moved them away from her face. He wiped her tears away and one hand stayed resting on her cheek.
âYou had every right to be mad at me. I wasnât there for you, I wasnât a present partner. I just couldnât bring myself to tell you the truth. Iâm sorry.â She shook her head and they went back and forth apologizing to each other before both of them chuckled realizing they were talking in a circle.
âSo, you were saying you needed me?â She teased running her manicured fingernail down his chest and worked to remove his suit leaving him in his underwear. Her eyes softened when seeing his body covered in bruises and scars. âY-You donât have-â She cut him off with a heated kiss. âI want to. Let me make it up to you.â She smiled as she led him over to her bed and pushed him down on it gently. She straddled him and began kissing down his jaw his hands flying to grab her hips. She moved down to his neck sucking small marks into it and moved down to his collarbones her tongue sliding against them. She didnât leave a single part of his body untouched, she kissed each ab indent, watching as his torso flexed underneath her touch.
She noticed the large tent in his underwear and she kissed over it before pulling his underwear down, his large cock springing free. âY/N-â âShhh pretty boy. Just relax and let me please you okay? Let me show you how sorry I am and how much I appreciate you putting your life on the line.â Mark nodded relishing in the fact that she wanted to make him feel good. She wrapped her hand around his cock and licked the precum off of his tip moaning at the taste. God she missed him, his taste, his everything. Mark shuddered underneath her touch, watching as she wrapped her lips around him and gave him no warning before taking him whole in her mouth. Mark moaned loudly his hands flying to the back of her head, not pushing. Just resting.
She was relentless, she switched between sucking him whole and using her hand to stroke him. She got an evil idea and she licked up and down his cock, her eyes locked on him and his eyes on her. She absolutely loved watching his eyes roll back and his chest rising and falling rapidly as he attempted to control himself. She licked another strip up his cock before moving to focus on his balls. She licked them and felt his thighs tighten and his back arch off the bed slightly. âF-Fuck.â Curse words never sounded so pretty until they left his mouth. Mark threw his head against her pillows his mouth in a O shape as she sucked on his balls and stroked his cock. He didnât know how much longer he could last.
âIâm gonna-oh my god. Y-Y/N.â His eyes were pleading to let him cum and who was she to deny the superhero of that pleasure. âCum for me baby. I need to taste you.â She encouraged and that sent him over the edge and she made sure her lips were tight around his length not wanting to miss a drop. His legs shook as he emptied his load into her mouth his hands tangling themselves in her hair. She lifted off of his cock with a âpopâ licking around his length to clean him up before wiping the corners of her mouth. She was so gorgeous. He sat up to return the favor but she stood up grabbing the hem of her shirt and pulling it over her head leaving her chest bare. She was left only in her panties that soon followed. âYouâre so beautiful. I could stare at you forever. Letting you go was the biggest mistake Iâve ever made.â He scooted to the end of the bed grabbing her waist and pulling her into him as he kissed her body his hands sliding behind her to grab her ass.
She placed a hand on his chest as she straddled him and lined herself with his cock and slowly sinking down. She gasped at the stretch, he had always been huge and she never got used to it. âYouâre soooooo big.â She moaned into his neck as she began bouncing on his length and he had his hands on her waist helping to guide her up and down. âYou feel amazing. So warm and tight.â He mumbled wrapping his strong large arms around her frame holding her against him. She ran her fingers through his hair as she kissed him all over his face before pressing her lips against his. The kiss turned heated quickly, Mark caught her tongue and sucked on it earning a loud moan from her as he thrusted up into her.
She started grinding her hips feeling him hit every sweet spot inside of her and she threw her head back moaning over and over again. Mark took this opportunity to wrap his lips around her nipple his tongue flicking over the bud. He smiled against her when feeling her clench around him and hearing her moan his name. His free hand played with the other rolling it and pinching it between his fingers knowing exactly what her body loved.
Marks head dropped into her breasts when feeling her clench around him so tightly trying to hold back her cum. âSqueezing me so tight baby.â His voice was low and his eyes were half lidded as he squeezed at her flesh. Y/N planted her feet flat on the bed and began bouncing on his cock her legs spread wide open giving him the perfect view of her cunt swallowing his cock. He raised his thumb to her mouth and she licked around it before taking his digit into her mouth, wrapping her lips around it and swirling her tongue around. The sight alone couldâve made Mark cum, she was the hottest thing heâs ever seen. Her eyes were clear evidence she was cock drunk, they were hazy and glossed over tears threatening to escape her gorgeous eyes. He removed his thumb and began circling her clit rubbing faster the more she moaned.
âYouâre soooooo gorgeous.â His voice was strained and he gasped as she lifted off his cock and moved her hips in a circle slowly gliding down his cock. âYouâre so sexy Mark. You have no idea what you do to me.â No man could never compare to him in her eyes, he was a Greek god and sheâs thought him almost every night since the breakup.
âOh Mark please donât stop.â His thumb was pressing just the right spot making her thighs tremble and almost collapse under her. âWouldnât dream of it.â He smirked at her thrusting hard up into her making her scream his name and throw her head back as her back arched.
âI wanna watch you cum all over my cock baby.â He knew she was close, dangerously close.
âCum in me Mark. Pleaseeee.â She begged bouncing harder on his cock her breasts bouncing right in front of his face and he never wanted it to end. He thought he died and went to heaven hearing her say that. He could and would cum in her every single day if she let him.
âCmon cum all over me and then Iâll fill this pretty pussy up.â He grabbed her jaw forcing her to look at him her mouth slacked open and eyes rolling back as she creamed all over his cock and soon felt him release into her. Their moans filled the room as they both rode out their orgasms, and she collapsed onto his chest with a very large smile on her face. âHoly hell that was fucking amazing.â She giggled kissing his pecks before laying her head over his heart that was racing.
âPhenomenal if I do say so myself.â His laugh was airy and he wrapped one arm around her as he used the other one to stroke her back. âWhy did you never tell me you were invincible?â Her voice was soft as she traced patterns into his bare chest and he sighed his hand moving to play with her hair. âI thought I was protecting you by keeping you in the dark. I didnât want enemies to come after you. But all I did was hurt you.â She lifted her head and pecked his lips.
âYour heart was in the right place. I want to be with you Mark, no matter the cost. I love you.â His cheeks flushed oh how he had missed those words coming out of her mouth. âI love you so much more.â He gently moved her off of him before heading to the bathroom and getting a washcloth to clean her thighs. âSuch a gentleman.â She giggled playing with his hair as he cleaned her up. He laughed kissing her thighs before putting the washcloth in her hamper and climbing into bed next to her.
Y/N moaned in content cuddling into his side wrapping her arm around his torso and swinging her leg over his. He instinctively wrapped his arms around her pulling her even closer and kissed her head. Heâs missed her warmth in his arms especially when falling asleep, she was always his safe space. Within seconds he was passed out his mouth open with little snores exiting. She giggled placing a kiss to his cheek before falling asleep herself.
pairing : sinister! mark grayson x afab! florist reader.
synopsis : in which mark discovers your dirty little secret and decides to help you recreate it in real time.
(18+) warnings : kidnapping. nasty petty perv mark. allusions to cannibalism. mention of kinda gory violence. hair pulling. biting. mean name calling duh. giving each other head. p in v unprotected sex. creampies. marathon sex as in multiple orgasms. squirting. overstimulation . . . ++ just really nasty smut lol [ all consentual though! you two are freaks like in capital FREAKS ]
w.c : 5.5k.
notes : erm. yeah idk what possessed me to write this but lemme know what you think ! it's my first time writing smut this long and detailed [ my search history is crazy rn lol ]. let's just say this takes place in sinister mark's universe before he starts acting like a murder machine and all, so yeah :] again interactions are always appreciated, also do let me know if you think there's any warning i should add!
taglist : @vm4879bb-blog [ for the others, i wasn't sure if you guys would be okay being tagged in a fic like this so i didn't, let me know if you wanna be added tho :p ]
now on ao3 too!
he's going to kill something, or someone.
âoh yeah this? my boyfriend got it for me!â
he hears you talk about him, your lover, everyday and it annoys him deeply, the subtle furrow of his eyebrows barely noticeable but definitely there â sometimes a twitch of his eye, clear cracks in his carefully constructed facade give away his irritation if you choose to look closely.
âthat reminds me, this one time he-â
he loves that pretty voice of yours â dare he say, he's grown fond of it, but he wants to shut you up forever whenever your boyfriend's name leaves your lips.
mark wants his name to be on your tongue â to be said with the same love and fondness that accompanies the name of your lover.
he tried, he really did, to give you signs â a squeeze of your hand there, a stare that can practically undress you on its own. but it seems you're oblivious to it all, or you're playing hard to get, either way his patience is running thin.
he'll get what he wants. just you wait.
every time he visits your little shop, it smells like flowers mixed with your perfume, that sweet and sugary scent with just a hint of citrus â he had asked you about the perfume you wore during his third visit, bought it the same day so he could finally get off because his imagination wasn't enough at this point, that kept him somewhat satisfied for a bit, but it wasn't nearly enough.
so when he stopped by next time, not even buying flowers to play along with whatever this is, he asked you, âwhere do you buy your clothes?â
you blink a couple times, clearly taken aback back by the sudden question but nonetheless, answer him â although you're not quite sure what to make of his disheveled hair and blown out pupils.
here he is, acting like a feral dog in heat, buying anything and everything that he can at the shops you frequent that resembles your clothes. and when he's back at home, he's spraying them with the perfume you always wear, rutting like a madman into the mattress as he mouths at a pink shirt â the same one you own and the one you were wearing when he first saw you, his drool leaking and staining the shirt as he holds it close to his mouth and closing his eyes, your scent surrounding him as he suckles on the chest area of the shirt, imagining it's your chest instead which has him groaning and cumming in his pants. that keeps him going for another week or so.
next thing he knows, he's acting on pure instinct and his desires â snapping photos of your panties underneath your little skirts like a fucking pervert, looking them up online so he could order them and make a mess of them. and he does, he stains each and everyone of those panties with his hot, thick cum and sometimes his spit when he imagines eating your pretty pussy out. his desires however continue to only grow.
he visits your little shop, like he always does, mentally preparing himself to not grab your throat and shove you down to make you shut up if he hears about your stupid boyfriend again.
he's being nice, can't you see? you should be thankful.
mark sees a new ring on your finger, the small silver zircon on it shining underneath the sunlight, he wonders if it's another gift from your boyfriend.
the thought leaves a bitter taste behind, regardless, he maintains his usual aloof facade, waiting for you to finish wrapping up his bouquet that he's going to end up tossing away the next day â just like the other flowers he's bought from you, they don't compare to you or your beauty, he wants you, a flower that won't rot away once he's done playing with it.
surprisingly, you don't mention the name of a certain man who he wants dead and buried six feet deep but he doesn't comment on it, in fact, a small barely imperceptible smile tugs at his lips.
he's just about to leave your little flower heaven when he hears something that makes his heart, uncharacteristically skip a beat.
âyeah i heard, iâm so sorry,â a voice, which he recognizes as your friend speaks softly, sympathetically.
âyeah, i don't know what i was thinking,â you start, âthe signs were there, i just never thought he'd cheat like that,â you blink away the forming tears, âi trusted him.â
he stops dead in his tracks. that bastard cheated on you? he'll make him pay for being the reason you cry, although your tears do make his cock twitch in his pants. he'll lick them off of your face if you let him, god he really wants to.
should he simply keep your boyfriend to torture? he's sure he could lure you in with it, after all you are way too sweet for your own good.
he'll slowly tear each of his limbs apart, making sure the man hears his bones cracking and skin ripping, he'll make that fucker bleed to death. hell, he'd even record those painful, agonizing sounds that your ex would cry out, he's sure you'd cry more if he lets you hear them, maybe he just wants to see you cry â though he's sure you'll do that when you choke on his cock.
he snaps out of his little fantasy when the bell rings, indicating the opening of the door â another customer in, he sighs. he's losing it, he's not sure how much he can withstand not having you with him. but he's trying, for you.
for the sweetest girl who he can't wait to devour.
with his restraint hanging on by a thread, he steps out of your shop, his hands clenching and unclenching into fists by his sides. he needs to have you.
and that restraint finally snaps the next day when he discovers that his favorite florist is a fucking freak.
as you're tending to customers â clearly overwhelmed by their number as valentineâs day is approaching and flowers are definitely a safe option for your partner, his eyes stay locked on your laptop's screen that you had put on one of the small tables, lid only half closed, his eyes frantically scan over some of the words as he fully opens the screen, trying to stay out of your vision.
he quickly decides to go somewhere where there aren't so many people so he could take a look inside his sweet girl's sick mind. and with that he skillfully slips outside â he feels awfully excited, sneaking into the small bathroom of some shop.
and with each click of the cursor and another tab opening, he learns your most depraved, disgusting fantasies â the kind of porn you're into, your kinks and fetishes, the smut you read, all of it.
he even stumbles upon a small blog you run, oh now we're talking. each lewd image or post you've reblogged, followed by some words of âwish that was me rnâ, has him hard. and these date back before your break up, meaning your boyfriend was definitely not keeping you satisfied and that has him grinning like a maniac.
oh he'll give you what you want.
he shamelessly palms himself when he finds your dairy entry with his name, rambling about how you feel guilty fantasizing about him ruining you. he would've cum right then and there if it weren't for the knocking on the door, âhey man, you mind hurrying it up?â
oh right he's still in a bathroom and not in you, like he should be.
he manages to sneak your laptop back in, thanking the absurd amount of customers mentally which helped him go in and out without raising suspicion.
he can't take it anymore, it's only been a couple hours since he's discovered your filthy secret and also saw you tearing up earlier because of that asshole who broke your heart.
he knows he's a hypocrite â he doesn't care for your dumb feelings and your big heart, okay well maybe that's a lie.
it is a lie.
and there are definitely these feelings that he refuses to acknowledge but still, the only reason why you should be crying is because of him fucking your brains out.
and so he waits, like a predator waiting to pounce â he holds his breath, watching as the sun sets and you lock up your shop, ready to go home and get some sleep but your plans are interrupted as a hand sneaks up behind you with some sort of cloth, muffling your panicked noises and before you know it you're knocked out.
it takes you hours to gain your consciousness back, eyes all heavy and mind disoriented you blink, once. then twice, your eyes widen and your mouth suddenly feels too dry. you're all tied up to a cold hard metal chair, you're only in your bra and panties, the rope is too tight, it's constricting and will definitely leave behind angry marks on your skin.
standing before you is one of your regular customers, mark. you stare at him, dumbfounded â eyes darting around to look for an escape okay to see a single door, desk and some chairs, panic settles in your bones, the coldness of the room does nothing to soothe your nerves.
you mindlessly try to shift around, a desperate attempt that leaves you wincing in pain â the friction of the thick black rope burning against your skin.
you try to speak, but nothing comes out, only a small choked sob â looking at him with those wide eyes which are brimming with tears that are oh so close to spilling and staining your cheeks, you look utterly helpless. the sight alone makes him excited.
he takes a deep breath, he wants to take his time with you, savor you. but goddamnit, if you keep looking at him like that he's sure he'll end up doing the opposite of that.
âopen your mouth,â he commands, leaving no room for argument and you hate the way it sends a shiver down your spine and a throb to your core.Â
you hesitantly open your mouth, with his back turned to you â doing god knows what, you try screaming for help, it is a weak attempt that makes him chuckle, âno one's going to hear you sweetheart,â he coos mockingly, âi suggest you play along if you wish to live.â
he's not joking, his voice makes it clear.Â
so you reluctantly keep your mouth opened, hot tears falling down â lucky for you, he's being nice, at least for now because he brings a glass of water, holding your jaw and pouring the water in your mouth, some of it spills, the coldness of it on your bare skin making you shiver â but you swallow all he gives hastily, hoping it really is just water.
you sputter a bit of the water out onto him in surprise when he licks a stream of you tears away, his tongue hot against your skin and his spit leaving a shiny trail on your cheek. scared, that he'll hurt you because of what you've just done, you close your eyes shut as if the mere action would actually rewind back time and do something for you.
he laughs, loudly.
god, you're adorable. he could just eat you up.
âare you scared of me?â he asks, knowing damn well it's a pointless question but the genuine fear in your eyes has him reeling with joy and a desire only you, his sweetheart, can fulfill.
he puts the now empty glass of water back on a small table, âyou know, you look real pretty like this,â he starts, dragging a chair to sit across you, âbut i bet you'd look real pretty without anything on.â
you don't answer, you don't know how to. your eyes are still looking around the big room for any exits, any openings â he smiles at your desperation, it's cute really.
âor maybe you'd look even prettier with some blood on you hm?â his tone although amused is firm enough to leave you unsure if he's being serious or not, he drags a finger across your belly, âwhat if i make a cut right here?â
you immediately shake your head, trying to speak but he shuts you up by pinching one of your hard nipples through your bra, your protests die down into a small whimper â the sound has him grinning from ear to ear.
his eyes glint with something sinister that has you both scared and turned on. âi know you want this slut,â he holds your jaw harshly.
shame settles in your bones as you realize he's right.
âdon't play coy sweet girl i saw all of it,â when you give him a confused look, he continues, âthat little blog of yours, that disgusting shit you're into.â
oh fuck.
he sees the look of absolute horror mixed with embarrassment on your face and he tuts like he's disappointed, âdirty girl,â like he isn't the one who literally kidnapped you here.
âi don't know what you're talking about,â you both know you're lying, but sure he'll play along if that's what you want â he's feeling good today.
he reaches for your bag and rips it open â a clear display of who's still in charge here and how he definitely could kill you in an instant.
mark opens your laptop and asks you the password. you don't tell him at first as if that would change anything.
âi asked you a simple question,â he walks closer to you, grips your shoulder hard enough to make you regret your words, âor do i need to rip something else for you to answer me hm?â his grip tightens and you know he's not playing around, your voice shakes as you give him the four number pin, breathing heavily when he lets go of his hard bruising grip on your shoulder.
âgood girl,â fuck him, he's doing this on purpose now! and the smug look on his face only confirms your suspicions.
he shows you the deepest, filthiest fantasies of yours that you keep tucked in your laptop, away from the world.
âwhat's wrong? don't pretend you're not dripping wet right now.â
again, he's not wrong.
âwhy are you doing this?â you ask him, still struggling a bit against the ropes that bind you.
âi wanna give you what you want,â he says, like it's the most obvious thing in the world. he also wants to make you forget about your ex boyfriend, but he's not admitting that, jealousy is a weakness. and one that he suffers from immensely.
âyou what-â
âdrop the act,â he huffs, irritation visible in the way his eyebrows furrow. âjust admit it already. you're a sick disgusting pervert who goes prancing around like she's not thinking of having her holes filled,â he tugs at your hair to keep your head up, his eyes dark with lust boring right into yours.
âare you crazy? you fucking kidnapped-â
he cuts you off again, âso you don't want this?â
silence.
âiâll untie you right now and let you leave, just tell me you want to leave.â
silence, again.
you're not fooling anybody.
âyeah that's what i thought,â he let's go of your hair, âthe safe word is-â he mutters your exâs name and before you can even comment on the sheer absurdity of it all, he's ripping your panties away from your throbbing pussy, groaning at the sight of your glistening wet folds, all needy just for him.
he quickly pockets the ripped panties. pervert.
âlook at this needy cunt, all for me hm?â he muses aloud, spreading your legs apart and breaking apart the ropes that tried to interfere with his ministrations. he shakily inhales when he sees your arousal slowly spill out â you're so fucking wet. his heated gaze leaving goosebumps on your skin.
he presses a chaste kiss to your folds, practically salivating as he breathes you in â he's gonna end up cumming in his pants, he's dreamt of this exact moment for so long.
he gathers a considerable amount of saliva in his mouth before spitting it onto your neglected cunt which twitches at the action, the sight is downright filthy and it makes you moan.
he wastes no time â getting on his knees, licking a strip up your slit before devouring your pussy like a man starved for days, shamelessly rutting into the chair you're sitting on at your taste. you taste so good, he wants to drown in it.
he's messy and loud, your hands are still tied behind your back so you can't push his head away and grip his hair when he attacks your clit with his tongue, sucking on it relentlessly. your hips lift up and buck into his face, your noises only getting louder as he fucks his tongue into your warm wet hole. he moans at the feeling of your thighs squeezing around his head and nearly suffocating him â your walls clenching around his tongue as you cry out his name in utter pleasure.
he shoves two of his thick fingers in without any warning â a surprised small squeal leaving your lips, while his tongue works in torturous circles around your sensitive bundle of nerves and eagerly licking between your folds. your pretty whimpers are music to his ears.
clearly overwhelmed with pleasure, you make a pathetic attempt to squirm away from his touch, which earns you a harsh smack to your thigh followed by a bite â his teeth dig into your flesh, leaving behind bruising marks that will sting for days, the line between pain and pleasure blurring.
a familiar feeling settles in your belly, it only builds up as he continues to go down on you. âmark! mark! i'm iâm-â you try warning him, but his fingers only speed up, he sucks harshly on your clit, holding your hips down when you cum â your body shaking, crying out his name oh so sweetly, he wants to hear it again and again, until the only word you know is his name.
he doesn't pull away from your cunt though, drinking up every bit of your release and arousal that you offer â holding you down and forcing you to submit to the relentless pleasure he's giving you, moaning into your pussy like he's having the best meal of his life.
he doesn't let you rest, inserting another finger in â easily massaging that sweet spot that you can't reach as easily as he does.
âoh fuck!â you whine out loud, when he keeps overstimulating your poor pussy, the squelching wet noises only increasing as he eats you out. he loves the way your brain is turning to mush, mindlessly babbling his name along with your sweet noises.
and when you cum again, he still doesn't stop.Â
you've lost count of how many orgasms you've had at this point, body too sensitive and shaking almost like a leaf.
with eyes brimming with seemingly never ending tears, vision practically blurry from the overwhelming sensations coursing through your body, it doesn't take him long to bring you to the edge again â except this time you end up squirting all over his pretty face, a surprised noise leaves your mouth as your body jolts hardly.
he finally pulls away. a small moan leaves your lips as you take in the sight in front of you.
mark grayson, on his knees, face all wet and drenched in your juices and his spit, breathing heavily â looking at you like he's going to eat you alive.
he's breathing really heavily, your dazed state makes it hard for you to comprehend things but you can clearly see the big wet spot on his pants. he came â from just eating you out.
âmessy fucking slut,â he spanks your already oversensitive pussy making you hiss and cry out, body still quivering and twitching from that intense release.
he pushes your legs apart again, spreading your pussy open for him to see, he mutters a curse under his breath as he sees remnants of your release clinging onto the sensitive skin. he needs to get up before he ends up eating you out â as much as he would love to do that, he can't wait much longer, he needs to be buried inside that sweet cunt of yours and make you see stars.
he gets up from his knees. grabbing your hair, mark makes you lick his face clean, you taste yourself on his face and feel yourself getting worked up again. âgood fucking girl, gonna put that mouth to better use, just you wait,â his hand reaches down to pinch your clit, laughing when you let out a small pained noise.
he hastily tears away your bra, the fabric discarded somewhere on the cold floor. he pinches and lightly grazes his nails against the perked up sensitive buds, making you squirm and let out small whimpers â it stings, but it also gets you insanely wet.
âlook at that, pretty pussyâs practically begging to be fucked,â he bites down on your shoulder, a pained groan escapes your mouth and he bites harder, pulling away to admire the mark his teeth left.
you barely have time to look at the new addition of marks he's left on your body so far, before he's untying your hands behind your back, taking your wrists into his and pulling you down. you stumble a bit at the harsh tug â legs practically jelly from all those orgasms.
he draws you closer by your arms, manhandling you easily so you're sitting in between his open legs â the cold floor against your warm body.
âtake it off,â he commands, gesturing to his pants. you hesitantly take them off, his ruined boxers coming into vision.
he's an impatient man, he always gets what he wants.
mark grabs a fistful of your hair and forces your head down onto his clothed â aching cock, making his impatience very clear.
âdumb bitch, can't do anything herself,â his tone demeaning, shutting up your protests by shoving his thumb in your mouth. he lifts his hips up to finally free himself of his boxers, his cock standing up â bobbing and leaking with pre. you gulp, eyes flitting back over to his face.
he lets out a small moan as you gather some of your saliva to spit on his hard cock, licking teasingly up his length over one of his prominent veins.
âdon't be a fucking tease,â he takes ahold of your jaw harshly, tugging your tongue out before you can close your mouth â that he can't wait to be in and spits on your tongue, making you swallow it, before shoving you back a bit.
he pushes your hair out of your face so he could watch you better, the gesture so sweet and gentle â it makes you almost forget how mean he's been.
you slowly start pushing his length into your mouth, âthaaat's right, take it like the good slut you are,â his words die down into a groan as he feels your tongue swirl around his sensitive tip.
he's being nice for once, letting you take your time, your head bobs up and down as you suck him off while your hands jerk the rest of his cock that you can't fit in your mouth, tongue working against his sensitive spots.
but your mouth feels so good, so warm, so wet â his hips jerk up involuntarily, making you gag and tear up at the burn you feel at the back of your throat.
you look so pretty like this, those pretty lips wrapped around his cock, eyes glassy â don't blame him for wanting to ruin you when you look like that.
he pulls himself out of your mouth slightly â just to make sure he doesn't end up cumming too soon, before shoving himself back in, moaning in pleasure at the sensations he feels. you keep sucking, forcing all of him in your mouth, almost choking on his cock, some drool leaking out of the corners of your mouth, but it's worth it â worth those small whimpers and grunts he lets out, ones he can't hold back because of how good he feels right now, all because of you.
and when your hand reaches down to lightly toy with his balls, cupping them, he shivers and lets out a low moan of your name, without a proper warning his cock twitches in your mouth and he cums, hard â flooding your mouth with his thick salty release.
you try to swallow as much as you can but it's too much, however, mark being the fucking asshole he is, forces your head back down on his twitching cock and pinches your nose shut making it hard to breathe.
he breaks into a full blown laugh. oh how he loves the way your eyes water up â that panicked expression on your face as you struggle to breathe, some of his cum leaking out your pretty mouth, squirming and still trying to push him away. it only turns him on more, âit's rude to talk with your mouthful,â he quips, holding your gaze.
he lets you go finally and you pull him out of your mouth quickly, throat already feeling sore â you cough, wiping away his cum and your spit from your face with the back of your hand.
âyou should've seen the look on your face,â he chuckles darkly â clearly pleased with himself, shifting closer to you to pin you down, wasting no time shoving his tongue in your mouth, messily kissing you. he lets you pull off his shirt, his hips buck a little when you start feeling him up.
he can taste himself on your tongue and god that only adds to his growing arousal.
he pulls away a little so he can start biting and sucking down your neck, his other hand sneaking down to tease your pussy â tracing circles onto your clit, he grinds against you, âgonna fucking ruin you for everyone else,â he bites your earlobe, tugging on it, his fingers moving to tease your other hole, âgonna make sure this fucking pussy is always full of me,â he slaps your pussy, making you cry out his name.
he quickly aligns himself with your wet entrance, taking a deep breath before nudging his tip in â shoving it all in one go, making you tremble in both pain and pleasure that'll build over time, âcome on i know you can take it, isn't this what you wanted?â he coos mockingly, pressing sloppy wet kisses to your face, licking your face like some fucking dog, leaving your face covered in his spit.
as soon as your muscles relax the tiniest bit he's thrusting in and out of you like a madman â you yelp loudly, holding onto him for dear life, nails digging into his back.
âfuck- oh my god!â
the only sounds in the room are the fast wet sounds of him thrusting into you, your pussy squelching loudly at the action and your combined moans and whines.
your gummy walls clench around him harder with each thrust, his cock hitting that sweet spot so well it has you seeing stars, all you can think about is him.
âoh fuck,â he grunts into your ear when he feels you tighten around him, gripping him like a vice, âthink she needs to be filled all nice and warm with my cum, don't you agree baby?â he accentuates each word with a harsh thrust, relishing the way your body writhes under him.
you nod mindlessly, desperate for that sweet release more than anything.
âaww what's wrong?â he leans down to suck on one of your nipples, pinching and toying with the other one â a choked out sob leaves your lips, you feel tears pooling in your eyes, you clench around him even harder, desperate to milk him for all he's worth. he lets out a whine when he sees the outline of his cock in your belly going in and out, fuck he's going to cum.
the movement his hips falter at the feeling of your pussy gripping him tightly, âoh fuck,â he breathes heavily, muscles tensing up a bit. he pulls out, moving you on your stomach, giving your ass an appreciative spank when you arch your back for him.
âguess she answered for you hm?â, he muses â pumping himself a few times before settling back into your warm needy cunt, âfucked too dumb to answer but can still arch your back like a needy whore? you're so fucking pathetic,â he licks over the opening of your little hole, an arm coming around to hold you in a headlock that has your vision blurry â in the best way possible. getting impatient, you try to fuck yourself back onto his length but he doesn't let you.
ânasty girl, i can feel you clenching around meâ spank âyou like it when iâm being mean hm?â spank âoh right you can't answer,â spank ânot a thought behind those pretty eyes hm?â spank âdon't worry, you don't have to think at all, you wouldn't have to, when iâm done with you.â
he starts rutting into you again, his filthy mouth doesn't stop as he dicks you down like his life depends on it. his arm around your neck â squeezing, leaving you dizzy as he pounds into you from behind like he's in heat, you've given up on trying to control your noises. he sneaks a hand down to pinch and toy with your clit â making your walls clench and toes curl and you cum for the nth time with almost a scream of his name, your body shakes vigorously as a result of your intense orgasm.
it doesn't take long for him to cum as well, especially with you screaming his name like that. with a few more sloppy thrusts he fills you up with his warm sticky white release, head thrown back as a soft whimper of your name is uttered out of his mouth.
breathing heavily, he makes sure to not waste a single drop â once again buries himself as deep as he can, admiring all the various marks that he has littered your skin with.
he pulls out after awhile, keeping your thighs apart with his rough calloused hands so he can see the sight of his cum mixed with yours leak out of your hole, shit, he's getting hard again.
he's honestly not sure if you can keep up â he doesn't want to end up hurting you- well you're his toy, nothing more than that he doesn't care if he hurts you, he really doesn't.
he wants to break you, ruin you. yeah, that's it.
his eyes definitely do not soften the slightest bit as he takes in your disheveled state, back still arched prettily for him, your ass red from all his spanking, skin battered with various marks, a proof of the intense passionate sex you two had.
but when you crane your head back, looking at him, âI can take it,â you're still trying to catch your breath, wincing a bit as you shift your body around, âgive it to me mark,â you sound so sweet â swaying your hips side to side to make him give in and fill you up again.
you want him to break you.
and he does just that.
again and again, until he's sure your cunt remembers each vein and curve of his cock, stuffing your hole full to the brim each time.
so when your body finally gives out â almost passing out after another orgasm that he pulls out from you, lying on top of the only desk in the room as he drills into your cunt, he stops. pulling out and painting your tits with his release with a loud groan, his hair is sticking up in all different directions from the way you've kept pulling on it, body coated in a sheen layer of sweat â shaking as his chest heaves unevenly with each breath he takes just like yours.
he watches as your eyes close shut and you drift into a light slumber after a few minutes. his heart beating weirdly in an erratic manner, he chalks it up to the sex, although he has to admit he finds your sleepy face quite adorable, he may or may not want to hear that giggle again â the one you let out when he ended up cumming a little too fast when you praised him.
but he'll think about that when his face is not buried between your thighs, tongue sinking back into your folds â he can't get enough of you.
and with the way you whimper loudly, tugging on his hair oh so eagerly.
it seems like you can't get enough of him either.
so he'll indulge you to your heartâs content â maybe he'll save that video of him torturing your ex boyfriend and leaving him to die in a ditch for some other day.
Synopsis: You're sad after a breakup and Mark is a munch.
Wc: 2.7k
Warnings: MDNI!! Smut with some plot at the beginning.
An: Need more Needy, begging Mark fr. Tried to add a little bit of his perspective, I love a yearning man. Lowkey have not felt like writing lol. Saw theres a few request I'll get to those in the next week or so! Thanks guys! :)
You felt absolutely miserable.
For the third time this month, you found yourself nursing a fruity drink at the local bar, surrounded by sweaty, drunken college kids. Your friends had dragged me hereâagainâin an attempt to cure the misery brought on by my most recent breakup.
"Just find a cute guy to hook up with. It's the cure to everything," they'd insisted.
It wasn't that you didn't want to meet a cute guy. It was just that you were a hopeless romantic, and everything about the bar atmosphere screamed the exact opposite of romance.
Three hours in, however, you found your standards beginning to slip as you scanned the room in search of someone who was at least halfway decent.
âWhat exactly are you looking for?â Your friend Amber questioned.Â
You threw your hands up in defeat. âI dont even know, Amber. Literally anyone who's not an asshole at this point.âÂ
She began to point at a guy on the dance floor before you interjected. â â- And no frat guys.â
She let out a small laugh. âYou gotta give me something more than not an asshole girl. Like what's your type? What gets you going, you know?âÂ
You thought for a moment before taking another sip of my drink. "Someone sweet. Someone kind. Someone who genuinely caresânot the fake kind of caring, but the kind where they wear their heart on their sleeve. Someone who'd bring me flowers just because. Someone affectionate. Someone with actual hobbies and interests instead of being another boring frat dude."
Your heart swelled at the thought of a man who almost certainly didn't exist. "...And if he happened to be tall with dark hair and dark eyes, that'd be a bonus."
Amber pressed her lips into a thin line before sighing. "Even though this probably breaks every imaginary girl-code rule... I think I know the perfect guy for you."
You raised an eyebrow.
"My ex-boyfriend, Mark."
You blinked. "Amber... I can't hook up with your ex-boyfriend," You whispered the last part instinctually as if speaking it into the air would break some balance in the girl-code universe. "Also, I assume he's your ex for a reason. A reason I'd rather not find out firsthand." You crossed my arms and leaned back against the bar.
"No, I'm serious, Y/N."
She shook her head. "He's genuinely one of the sweetest people I've ever met. We just wanted different things. Honestly, he cared too much sometimes, and that wasn't really my style. The breakup was completely amicable."
That actually sounded believable. Amber was easily the bluntest person in our friend group, which constantly led to arguments with William, the other member of our trio, who was currently making out with someone across the room. The two of them insisted the bickering was all in good fun.
You'd heard plenty about Mark over the past few months. According to William, they were close friends. Yet despite all the stories, you'd never actually met him. "He's just busy," William always said. Still, you couldn't help wondering if it had more to do with the supposedly amicable breakup.
Noticing your skepticism, Amber called William over. "William, don't you think Mark and Y/N would make a good couple?"
He excused himself for a moment before walking over.
 Stepping in front of you, he eyed you up and down as if analyzing every detail of your person. âHow have we never thought of this before?âÂ
Amber shrugged. "She was too busy dating Mr. Asshole."
William nodded. "Fair point." He pulled out his phone. "I'll text Mark and see if he's free next weekend. for a date."
Your eyes widened. "Whoa. Guys, this is moving a little fast." You laughed nervously. "I mean... a date? I thought the plan was just to help me get laid. I'm not even sure I'm ready to date again."
Without looking up from his phone, William replied, â â Fine, Iâll ask Mark if he can come down next weekend for a hookup.âÂ
The idea of planning a hookup felt strange. It wasn't just something one wrote down on a calander like a business meeting. Wasn't the whole point supposed to be spontaneity? Not that you had much experience with any of this.
Mark was supposed to be here at 8:00; it was currently 7:45, and you were panicking. How could you have let Amber and William talk you into this? Youâre just supposed to have sex with some random stranger in your apartment?
How would it start?
What happens after?
He doesnât live in the area; you couldnât just kick him out? Or could you?Â
A million anxious questions raced through your head until a knock sounded at the door.
7:50.
Ten minutes early. Wonderful.
You scrambled through the pile of clothes on your floor, throwing on a graphic tee that landed on your upper thigh just below your ass, the last-minute embarrassment of the lingerie set Amber had picked out for you becoming too much. âJust one minute!â You squeaked out, taking a deep breath as you collected the bravery to open the door.
You took a deep breath before opening the door.
Standing there was Mark.
The first thing you noticed was the enormous bouquet of flowers in his hand.
The second was him.
He wore a black button-down with the sleeves rolled to his forearms, and somehow William had forgotten to mention just how large he was. His shirt hugged his biceps and chest in all the right places.
Finally, your eyes met his. The eye contact alone made your stomach flutter, the kind of flutter you got when you had a crush. Great. You had a crush on the guy youâre about to hook up with.Â
He smiled shyly before offering the bouquet. "Sorry I'm early." He rubbed the back of his neck. "I wanted to stop and pick these up for you, and I wasn't sure how long it'd take."
You accepted the flowers carefully, breathing in their scent. Had Amber told him you loved flowers? "Thats okay. Thank you."
You stepped aside. "Come in?"
He walked inside cautiously, clasping his hands together as though he were worried about touching anything without permission.
After filling a drinking glass with water for the bouquetâthe closest thing you had to a vaseâyou turned back toward him. "So.." You rocked back on your heels, not sure where to go from here.
Mark took a mental note of your lack of a vase, drawing the conclusion that your ex boyfrind had never gotten you flowers. He was an asshole from what he had heard.
Mark smiled softly at your awkwardness. He was a little nervous when William said you only wanted to hook up; that wasnât his typical style, but when William sent a picture of you, he realised he would be stupid to say no. He thought you were beautiful, and he hadnât had sex in an embarrassingly long time. But standing in front of you now made two things obvious.
One, you were even more beautiful in person.
Two, you had also never done this before.Â
Mark wasnât the boldest guy out there â hell, he was never even the boldest guy in a room, but the way your shirt barely covered anything created an ache in his body that hurt. As much as he hurt for you, he didnât want to do anything that would make you uncomfortable.Â
Neither of you seemed entirely sure what came next.
Mark offered a small smile. "We don't have to force anything tonight if it doesn't feel right." His voice was gentle. "We could just watch a movie."
You toyed with the hem of your shirt, causing it to rise slightly. "A movie?"
The movement allowed Mark to catch a glimpse of the black lace underneath your T-shirt. His breath hitched, and his pants tightened ever so slightly.Â
He nodded, taking a gulp. "Yeah." Another shy smile crossed his face."If we end up talking all night instead, I'd still call spending the evening with a beautiful girl a good time."
You couldn't help smiling back. You werenât used to guys being so nice? Considerate? Not trying to fuck you then and there if you so much as looked at them. âYeah, that sounds nice."
Mark was surprised at how calm he was being when there was a swarm of butterflies thumping throughout his stomach. You set up some random movie on the T.V. and Mark was currently arranging pillows and blankets on the couch.
He wanted you to be comfortable, of course; comfortable if you happened to find yourself on your back at some point during the night. And he certainly hoped you would, as he admired you from his position on the couch. He had never wanted someone as much as he wanted you. He could only imagine your thighs straddling his face as he drank you in. Just the thought almost made him cum in his pants.Â
Eventually you settled on the couch next to him, your thigh grazing his, causing his entire body to shudder as if taking a picture to capture the moment.Â
You looked at him and smiled, tilting your head to admire his floppy dark hair. Amber was right; he was sweet and kind with dark hair and eyes.
Testing the waters, you placed a hand delicately on his upper thigh, resting it on the crevice of his hip. He bit his bottom lip, suppressing a moan that threatened to spill from your light touch. What he failed to conceal, though, was the way his hips jutted up at the contact. This caused you to let out a breathy laugh, while filling you with confidence and desire.
His face flushed red. âUmâ Iâm sorry. Iâ Uh. Youâre just so beautiful.âÂ
You didn't respond verbally, instead you moved your hand foward to rest on the bulge straining in his tight pants.Â
His mouth curved into an âoâ, and his hips jutted up again, harder. âFuckâ I canât believe this is happening right now.â He let out a breathy laugh.
You moved to straddle his bulge, his large, muscular thighs caused your legs to spread wide. The strain caused your shirt to ride up, giving Mark a clear view of the black lace he had caught a glimpse of earlier.
He gripped your hips on both sides, pressing you down into him. The pressure caused him to whine and throw his head back against the couch. âYou feel so good.âÂ
You felt heat pool in your lower stomach at the sound he let out. âIâm not even doing anything, Mark.â
âSay that again.â He pressed you into him again, his grip on your hip becoming even tighter.Â
You admired his eyes, already blown out from the slight physical contact. You had never felt so wanted, so needed. You spoke softly. âSay what again?âÂ
âMy name.â He threw his head forward, panting into your shoulder.
You moaned into his ear as he continued to slowly jut into you, a whimpering mess. âMark, fuck youâre so⊠so needy.â You searched for a word to describe him.Â
He pressed his mouth against your neck, unable to quit whimpering or moaning long enough to give you a proper kiss. He finally pulled back, pausing his movements long enough to speak a coherent sentence and look you in the eyes. âY/N, I need you right now.â
âMark, I need you.â
He shook his head. âNo, Y/N, I need you. I need to taste you. I need to feel every inch of your body pressed against me, suffocating me, making me yours.âÂ
Your breath hitched at the words leaving his mouth. You had never had a man speak to you with such want before.
Such need.
Such desire.
You felt a wetness pool below your hips at the thought. Before you could even fully process what your body was feeling, Mark had you hovering above his face, underwear pushed to the side, hands gripping your thighs.
You looked down only to see him staring hungrily at you, waiting for you to sit.
To give him permission.
As if waiting for family prayer to be over to eat, except the only thing he was worshiping tonight was you.Â
You slowly lowered yourself, gasping as you felt his wet tongue touch your clit for the first time, causing you to involuntarily grind against his face.
He moaned in response, causing a hum to travel through your body, adding to the pleasure. You sat up slightly, aware enough even through your bliss to prevent suffocating him.
He protested the removal. âSweethart, please, no. Sit down.âÂ
âMark Iââ
âBaby, I promise you wonât hurt me. I need this. It hurts to not have you.âÂ
You clenched at his words, admiring his face. Jaw coated with you as he begged for more.
It was intoxicating.
He was intoxicating.
You lowered yourself once more, allowing yourself to fully enjoy the feeling as he licked circles around your clit. His hands began to explore your body, venturing up to cup your breast, toying with your already hard nipples. You threw your head back in response, rocking your hips further into his mouth, allowing his tongue to enter.Â
Swaying your body back and forth, you gripped his dark locks, pulling tight to balance yourself. Mark pulled back for a second, the loss of contact causing you to whine in protest; no one had ever made you feel so good.Â
He smiled lopsidedly with glossy lips from underneath you. âKeep pulling my hair, baby. Please.âÂ
He really knew how to use his manners. You gripped his hair tighter in response, causing him to gasp and pull you deep onto his face, continuing to eat you alive. His nose brushed against you in all the right places, causing you to slowly unwind against him. âMark, I think I'm going toââ
He cut you off in excitement before you could even finish. âFuckâ yes. Cum all over my face. Please. I need to taste it. To taste you."
As if a magician, his words worked to unwind you all the way. Your body drenched him as he licked up as much as he could, a whimpering mess. Each whimper sending shivers throughout your body.Â
After riding out your high, you attempted to press off of him before being halted by his strong grip.Â
He looked up at you, eyes half-lidded, slick still covering his lower face. âNo. Stayâ
You pondered for a second. âDonât you want me toâŠâ You trailed off, not confident enough to say the words aloud even after what had just transpired.Â
He shook his head embarrassingly. âI'm good.âÂ
Confused, you began to open your mouth before turning your head to admire the wet splotch that took the place of his earlier bulge. Looking back at him, his eyes were closed in embarrassment.Â
âItâs okay, Mark.â
âYouâre just so beautiful; how could I not?â He peeked through his lids to gauge your reaction, only to see a huge smile plastered across your face.Â
âHow quick?â
He turned his head to the side, pretending to watch the movie that was still playing in the background. He murmured under his breath. âLike a minute.âÂ
You gripped his chin, turning him back to face you. âYou're so so needy Mark."
He smiled sheepishly. âWhat can I say, I know what I want. Now please come back up here; Iâm still hungry.âÂ
Genma makes youâpoor, sweet, inexperienced Readerâsquirt for the very first time.
đ cw: explicit sexual content, Fem!Reader, soft dom Genma, oral sex, overstimulation, squirting, praise kink, creampie, slight dacryphilia, slight infantilization, youâre just friends though!
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Let's goon! Uh, I mean... Let's go!
You lay back on the soft, plush bed, heart racing as Genma knelt between your legs.
His playful smirk was long gone. Instead, he gazed up at you, eyes dark with desire. His big, calloused hands slid up your thighs, until they reached your lace panties. He traced the delicate edge with one finger, letting out a low appreciative sound. You shivered, goosebumps pebbling your skin.Â
âFuck, baby⊠these are cute,â he murmured, hooking a finger into the waistband. âBut theyâre in my way.â
He pulled them off slowly, his chestnut eyes only leaving yours once you were exposed to the cool air. Tossing your panties aside, he leaned in closer, breath hot against your skin. âSuch a pretty pussy,â he whispered, using his thumbs to gently part you. The groan he let out made you whimper.
His tongue dragged a slow, deliberate stripe up your slit. You gasped, hips twitching. Genma, whoâd been watching your face, chuckled against you before diving back in. âAnd you taste amazing,â he muttered, licking and sucking. âShit, baby, I think Iâm in love.â
âGâgenma,â you chided breathlessly. Both of you knew you were nothing more than friends. Well⊠friends who were hooking up currently, but that was beside the point.Â
He let out a small laugh, his skilled tongue circling your clit. You mewled softly, hips bucking gently against his face. With a smug little, âAh-ah,â he pushed you back down to the bed by your thighs, holding you in place. âSo sensitive,â he teased, his breath fanning against your core. âI love it.â
Blushing deeply, you turned your head to the side. âDonât tease,â you whined, squirming as his tongue dipped into your entrance. âYou know IâveânghâneverâŠâ from the corner of your eye, you saw the way his head perked up at that, and you thought better of your words. â...Nevermind.â
He pulled back just enough to grin, eyes wide with delight. Your stomach sank at the familiar sightâusually, that look was followed by some smart-ass, shit-eating comment, at your expense.Â
âDonât tell me youâre a virgin,â he crooned, grinning. âI thought you and⊠damn, what was his name? Koji? Kujo?â
Fuck. You should have never opened your mouth. Humiliated, you mumbled, âKaiji. And IâIâm not a virgin, okay? Iâve⊠Iâve had sex⊠yâknow⊠before.â
For once, he didnât immediately joke. Instead, his voice softened, almost tender.
âBut not good sex, hm, baby?â When you gave a tiny, miserable shake of your head, he pressed a soft kiss directly to your clit, smiling at the needy sound you made. âAnd that shitty ex of yours never ate you out, did he?â
You shook your head again, embarrassed at how easily he read you.
Genma looked mesmerized, those pretty chestnut eyes damn near shining at the confession. His thumbs swept over your hip bones, rubbing tender little circles in your soft skin.
âPoor thing,â he murmured, staring into your eyes as he licked another slow stripe up your slit. You gazed back, hips stuttering against his hold as he sucked gently. Something that sounded almost like a sob tore from your chest.Â
It had been months since anyone touched you, and even then it had never felt like this. Kaiji had never made you cum once in the entire year you were together. Youâd stayed anyway, hoping things would magically get better.
It never did, of course.Â
Things only ended between the two of you when you walked into his apartment to catch him in bed with someone else. How heâd managed that, youâd never know. Tears had sprung into your eyesâwhether from the bitter memories, or your current frustration, or both, you didnât know. Genma saw them, perceptive as always.
âShhh,â he soothed, voice low and warm. His fingers trailed up and down your pussy, toying with the wetness. âLet me take care of you, baby.â
You nodded desperately, biting your lip. He dove back in, tongue fucking into your entrance while two fingers circled your clit. The dual sensation ripped a loud, shameless moan from your throat. You writhed under him, fists twisting in the sheets as pleasure coiled tighter and tighter.
âGenma, p-pleaseâŠâ you begged, voice breaking.
He chuckled against your pussy, the vibration making your thighs shake. âPlease what, baby? Use your words.â
âI⊠I wanna cum so bad,â you whimpered, cheeks burning with embarrassment. âPlease.â
âGood girl.â Two of his long fingers pushed inside you, curling up against a spot inside you that had you seeing stars. Your back arched high off the bed, a broken curse falling from your lips. He smiled against your clit and sucked harder, fingers pumping steadily. You cried out, hips bucking against the single, large hand splayed over your pelvis, holding you in place. Desperate for purchase, your hands buried themselves deep into his long brunette strands, tugging hard.Â
The groan Genma let out in response was positively sinful, low and deep and long. Goosebumps pebbled your flesh at the sound, pussy fluttering around his fingers.Â
Emboldened, you pulled him closer, rolling your hips and grinding against his faceâchin, lips, nose, all of it. You rode his tongue with shameless desperation, chasing that coiling heat in your belly. You werenât even sure he could breathe, but he only moaned louder, one big hand kneading your hip like he was loving every second of it.
âGenmaâGenmaâfâfuck, Iâmââ
Your orgasm crashed into you hard. Your whole body seized, thighs clamping around his head as wave after wave ripped through you. Genma never stopped. His tongue and fingers worked you through every shudder, drawing it out until you were limp and trembling, tears slipping down your temples.
Only when you were completely spent did he lift his head, lips shiny and breathing ragged. âFuck, baby,â he groaned, voice rough with arousal. âYou donât even know what you do to me.â
Genma barely let you recover before he dove back in with a groan, tongue dragging through your dripping folds like he was addicted. He was feralâmessy, greedy, moaning shamelessly into your pussy as he licked and sucked like a man possessed.
Every swipe of his tongue against your swollen clit made you jolt and sob. Fresh tears spilled down your temples, and your thighs shook around his head, but he didnât let up.
âMy goodâfuckingâgirl,â he growled against your soaked flesh, voice thick. âLook at you. So fucking pretty when you cry for me.â
He sealed his lips around your clit and sucked hard while two thick fingers plunged deep inside you, curling instantly. You came again with a broken scream, back bowing sharply off the bed. The orgasm ripped through you even harder than the first, leaving you shaking and gasping, tears streaming freely now. But Genma didnât stop. He kept licking you through it, gentler for a few seconds⊠only to bury his face back in for a third round with a hungry moan.
âGenmaâpleaseâfuck, itâs too muchââ you sobbed, voice hoarse, fingers weakly tugging at his hair.
He pulled back just enough to look up at you. He looked drunk, pussy juice smeared across his chin, eyes half-lidded and glassy. âKaiji ever make you squirt, baby?â
You shook your head frantically, still trying to catch your breath. âNâno⊠I donât⊠I donât think I canââ
Genmaâs expression shifted into something downright predatory. A slow, dangerous grin spread across his face. âOh, you can,â he murmured, voice low and sweet in a way that made your stomach flip. âYouâre gonna do it for me, baby. Iâm not stopping until this pretty pussy squirts all over my tongue.â
You were still shaking, breathless and teary, when he mercilessly buried his face back in. His groans were deeper now, almost animalistic, as he devoured you. His free hand pressed down firmly on your lower belly, and you moaned at the pressure.Â
Genma groaned in response, the sound vibrating straight through your clit as he made out with itâslow, filthy, open-mouthed kisses mixed with hungry sucks. His fingers pumped faster, curling relentlessly against that spot inside you. You were soaked. The sloppy squelch of his fingers plunging in and out of your dripping cunt filled the room, your juices coating his chin, his hand, and dripping down onto the sheets.
âFuck, listen to how wet you are,â he praised between licks, âSuch a messy girl.â
The pressure on your lower belly combined with his relentless fingers and mouth quickly became too much. That strange, building sensation grew heavier, like you had to pee. Your eyes widened and you jerked hard, trying to scramble up the bed.
âW-waitâGenmaâ!â you gasped.
Genmaâs eyes flashed with pure hunger. He pushed down harder on your belly, pinning you in place while his fingers sped up. âFeel funny?â he cooed. âYeah? Thatâs it, baby. Donât fight it.â
You shook your head frantically, convinced you were about to lose your bladder.Â
âBe a good fucking girl and squirt for me,â he growled, lips wrapping around your clit as he sucked hard.Â
The coil snapped.
You cried out as a huge gush of fluid sprayed out around his fingers, soaking his face, dripping down his chin, and drenching the sheets beneath you. Your legs shook uncontrollably as you kept squirting, wave after wave gushing all over him.
Genma ascended.
A deep, guttural moan tore from his chest as he drank you down like a man dying of thirst. He pulled his fingers out and replaced them with his mouth, tongue lapping and swallowing greedily, desperate to catch every drop. His eyes rolled back slightly, completely lost in it, moaning and whimpering into your pulsing cunt.
âGood girl, good fucking girl,â he slurred against you, voice muffled and reverent.
He kept licking and sucking long after the last spasm faded, cleaning you up with long, hungry strokes like he couldnât bear to waste a single drop. When he finally pulled back, his face was glistening, hair damp, eyes dark and blown wide with raw lust. He crawled up your body, pressing messy, wet kisses along your trembling thighs and stomach before hovering over you. His voice was low, wrecked, and full of filthy affection.
âFucking perfect⊠squirting all over my face.â He kissed the tears from your cheeks, grinding his painfully hard cock against your thigh. âThink youâve got another one in you, princess?â
You could barely speak.
Your body was limp, boneless, completely melted into the soaked sheets. Brain fuzzy, eyes glassy, tears still slipping down your temples. Youâd never felt this good in your entire life. Every limb felt like warm mush. All you could do was whimper softly and nod, staring up at him with dazed, fucked-out eyes.
Genmaâs expression softened as he drank in how utterly ruined you looked.
âPoor baby⊠look at you.â He climbed over your trembling body, knees planted on either side of your hips. His thick, heavy cock slapped down against your pussy with a wet smack. Little droplets splashed across your belly and thighs at the impact.
âFuckâŠâ he breathed, eyes locked on the mess between your legs. He started sliding his cock up and down your sloppy folds, coating every inch of himself in your juices. His hand rubbed all over his length, spreading your wetness, jerking himself slowly as he teased your clit with the tip.
You were so wet that he couldâve slipped inside without any resistance at all.
âGenmaâŠâ you whimpered, voice small and broken. âPlease⊠I feel so empty. Need you inside me. Please.â
He let out a shuddering breath, his whole body taut and trembling above you. The head of his cock nudged at your entrance, slick and ready. âYeah?â he rasped, voice strained. âYou need my cock, baby? Need me to fill up that pretty little pussy?â
You nodded frantically, hips twitching up toward him. âPlease⊠need it so bad. Please fuck meâplease, please, pleaseââ
Genma pushed forward.
A broken whine tore from his throat as he sank into you in one smooth, easy glide. You were so wet, so warm, so sloppy that he bottomed out effortlessly, hips flush against yours. He froze there, buried to the hilt, eyes squeezed shut and lips parted in pure bliss.
âF-fuuuuckâŠâ he whined. His cock twitched hard inside you, throbbing against your walls. âOh my god, baby⊠you feel so fucking good. So warm and wetâshitâIâm gonna lose my mind.â
He stayed completely still for a long moment, just savoring the way your pussy fluttered and clenched around him. His forehead dropped to yours, breathing ragged. âMy perfect girl,â he whispered hoarsely, pressing a messy kiss to your lips. âTaking me so well⊠like you were made for my cock.â
You could only moan softly, completely boneless beneath him, hands weakly grabbing at his shoulders as your brain stayed deliciously empty.
He pulled back slowly, then slammed back in with a wrecked moan, setting a deep, desperate pace. He was losing his mindâbrows furrowed, mouth open, sweat dripping down his temples as he railed you into the mattress.
âFuckâfuckâbaby,â he groaned, voice cracking. âYouâre so fucking wet. Shit, youâre sucking me inâŠâ
Even while losing control, one of his hands reached down between your bodies. His thumb found your swollen, abused clit and started rubbing messy circles. You wailed. The pleasure was overwhelming, almost too much, but your body kept taking him, greedy and fluttering around his thick cock.
The pressure built again, that same deep, terrifyingly good feeling.
âGenmaâ! Gonna⊠gonnaâŠâ you sobbed, tears streaming.
âDo it,â he growled. âSquirt all over my cock like a good girl. Come on, babyâmake another mess for me.â
Your entire body seized as you squirted hard around his thrusting cock. Clear fluid gushed out in messy waves, soaking his pelvis, dripping down his balls, and splattering against your thighs with every deep stroke. The wet, filthy sound of him fucking you through it was obscene.
âFuck yes!â Genma moaned loudly, eyes rolling back as your pussy clamped down on him, pulsing and gushing. His hips stuttered, pace turning erratic and desperate. âThaaaatâs it⊠thatâs it, baby, keep going.â
He fucked you through every wave, thumb still rubbing your clit, drawing it out until you were a sobbing, trembling mess beneath him.
His hips jerked forward once, twice. His eyes widened. âShit, baby, Iâm gonnaâfuckâIâm gonna cumââ
He started to pull out in a panic, but you were faster. You crossed your ankles behind his back and locked your legs around him, yanking him back inside you.
âNâno,â you begged, voice hoarse and fucked out. âDonât pull out⊠cum in me, please⊠this is yâyour pussy,â you whimpered, legs squeezing him even tighter. âItâs yours. Please fill me up⊠need to feel you leaking out of meâŠâ
âOh my godsâbabyââ he gasped, a broken whine ripping from his throat as he stopped fighting it. Slamming in to the hilt, he buried himself as deep as possible. You could feel the way his cock pulsed inside of you, thick, hot ropes of his cum flooding your insides.Â
He trembled as he pumped load after load into you, filling you up until you were leaking around his cock. âFuck, youâre gonna kill me⊠taking my cum like such a good girl. This pussy is mine, huh? All fucking mine.â
He kept grinding into you slowly, riding out the last waves of his orgasm while pressing sloppy, breathless kisses to your neck and jaw. His body was shaking, completely spent, but he stayed buried deep inside you, plugging his cum right where you wanted it.
âYouâre perfect,â he whispered against your skin, voice soft and wrecked. âSo fucking perfect for me.â
Eventually, he let out a satisfied groan and slowly pulled out, watching with obvious pride as his cum leaked from your puffy, abused pussy.
âYeah⊠look at that,â he murmured, voice thick with smug satisfaction.
Climbing off of the bed, he disappeared for a moment, returning with a bottle of water and a wet rag. You were still floating, brain completely melted, body limp and trembling. All you could do was whimper softly as he helped you sit up a little, holding the water to your lips. âDrink, princess. Câmon, be a good girl.â
You sipped obediently, eyes glassy. When youâd had enough, Genma set the bottle aside and started gently wiping between your legs with the warm cloth, cleaning up the mess of your combined fluids with surprisingly careful hands.
He leaned down and pressed soft kisses to your inner thighs, your stomach, then up to your chest and neck. âYou did so good for me,â he praised between kisses, still sounding way too pleased with himself. âCame so many times, squirted all over me⊠Kaiji never made you do any of that shit, right? Pathetic. I ruined you for him in one night.â
You let out a tired, breathy laugh, still dazed. Your hand weakly pushed at his shoulder.
ââŠWhy do you keep bringing him up?â you mumbled. âIf I didnât know any better⊠Iâd think you were jealous, Genma.â
[ â.đŁż Ì ] â Grazed by an aphrodisiac-coated shuriken, Hokage Kakashi Hatake seeks help from his lovely assistant!
ËËË pairing ËËË ê° Kakashi Hatake x F!Reader ê±
ËËË content & warnings ËËË ê° MDNI 18+ :: office sex :: reader in her late 20s ::Kakashi in his late 30s :: heâs hot and miserable :: blowjobs :: he's a whimpering mess :: age gap :: breeding kink :: cowgirl :: minx reader :: 3.1k words ê±
The night has fallen over the Hidden Leaf Village, the pleasant chirping of the crickets creeping through the open windows. The moon lurked as if shyly, stretching its cold arms towards the Hokage's desk, piled with paper. Reports, tasks, documents, and letters from the Land of Lightning, Water, and Earth were gathered neatly in the middle of the wide wooden desk.
A soft melody slipped past your lips, filling the dimly lit office as you slowly got ready to go home. Looking through the window, your brows furrowed.
The Hokage still wasn't here, although the moon was high and the crickets chirping in a rhythmic choir, slowly, gently, falling into deep slumber too. A few little houses hugging beneath the towering trees were still dimly lit by the soft candles smooching the lone windows, yet most of the villagers had long since fallen asleep.
Only you, the Hokage's assistant, were still awake, lurking through the open window of the chief's office. With a deep sigh and an even deeper wrinkle on your forehead, you watched the documents pile up all day as the Hokage seemed to be elbows-deep in whatever mission he decided to take.
Although he truly didn't need to, for other ninjas were simply at his snap.
But Kakashi Hatake, although an old man â although he hated how you used his maturity to remind him that some things needed to be taken care of with utmost responsibility â enjoyed anything but fulfilling his Hokage's duties.
And so the reports piled up, while he slipped out of his office early in the morning, only to return late at night, after the crickets had chirped their last melody.
This night was no different, as he suddenly rolled into his office, half-undressed in his daily ninja armour, wearing nothing but a tight, sleeveless shirt, its long collar covering his lips.
He didn't simply walk, but rather stumbled â with deep breaths escaping his tightened throat and hands shivering, as if a sickness had struck his mind.
"Kakashi?" Your head tilted as you still stood by the window.
A gentle wind swirled your hair, carrying the sweet scent of your skin towards his burning face. His eyes, one crimson, kissed, the other obsidian, looked up with an almost miserable frown, before a groan slipped past his lips.
It seemed he wasn't happy to see you in his office at such an hour, but what could you do? Being the Hokage's assistant felt almost as if you were the village's chief yourself!
Only a moment had passed before your eyes slipped lower. Towards his legs, thighs, with one of them leaking barely visible, vermilion liquid. A metallic smell of his blood was suddenly more palpable than ever, and so a low gasp fell from your lips.
You quickly drew closer, catching his massive body before it could hit the floor with a weak groan.
"Kakashi, what the hell happened?"
But it seemed that your touch burned more than the wound itself, as he gently pushed you away with a, "P-please, don't come any closer."
Droplets of sweat beaded on his forehead, dripping leisurely as he hung his head. Arms barely holding on, trembling as he walked towards a soft chair in the corner of his office and sat with a low groan.
Or rather a moan, as your eyes involuntarily fell towards his bulging trousers, noticing a painfully hard swell.
"Kakashi, what happened?" You pose, putting a hand on your hip. "Where have you been?"
He grabbed the armrest and leaned back, letting the black collar finally expose his panting, fallen lips.
"Nothing, d-don't worry," he murmured, yet his voice was low and honey-dripping, as if on the verge of losing his mind. "Please, go back home."
But you didn't move. Didn't even breathe, watching the massive man writhing in the cushioned armchair, sweat rolling down his temple, eyes lidded by the fire bubbling in his loins.
Nothing.
He was a man who always kept the problems to himself.
Not solely the problems, but desires too. Erotica-kind-of-guy, who read some filthy romances during his office hours yet kept blushing whenever you swirled a lock of hair around your finger.
Built from muscle upon muscle, with a handsome jaw and sharp eyes, a nasty, salacious scar slashing across his crimson one.
Always an utmost kind gentleman, who somehow kept himself away from women. Everyone thought so because Hokage had never been seen with a female ninja, nor even with a simple villager. He hid behind the office walls instead or went on lone missions.
Yet you knew Kakashi Hatake wasn't the apathetic, almost impotent man some people took him for. Because you felt his deep eyes following your figure as you came and went from his office. Staying a bit longer on your naked thighs whenever you wore a skirt, and on the way, throwing knives hugged them tightly, until the muscles bulged under the leather straps.
You knew he liked the sweet scent of your perfumes, deep and almost nauseating in their warmth, yet always wrapping around him like the petals' gentlest kisses. He followed the movement of your soft lips, eyes mingling beneath the sunlight spilling into his office, hair always looking so soft and shiny, like the satin scarf he wished to wrap around his neck.
And so after working with you for a while, Kakashi decided that the safest option to not get himself embarrassed with the way his cock always leaked whenever you entered his office in the morning â would be to quickly disappear. To go out in the morning and slip back late at night, while Hokage's office was left with nothing but the faint traces of your sweetness.
He thought he was clever, sly. That you didn't know how mellow you made him feel.
That's why he thought that you would simply nod and leave him be. With cock painfully straining his briefs and mind slowly slipping into pleasurable dizziness.
Instead, to his utter dissatisfaction, you observed him carefully, squinting, your gaze moving between his shallow wound and the flushed, blooming face that dripped with arousal.
"What did they spike you with?" You sighed, crossing arms over your chest. "Hm? What is it? A poison?"
His head shook, a few wisps of snowy hair sticking to his wet forehead. Almond-shaped eyes, much more lidded than usual, as his gaze wandered over your body.
Skirt hugging your hips sweetly and a tight sleeveless shirt, quite similar to his, clinging like a second skin. He didn't need much to imagine you were already naked. With body-hugging clothes in dresses so tight, he could clearly see every deeper rise of your soft belly.
You came closer, slowly, snapping in front of his eyes. "Hello? I can't help you if you won't tell me what's going on."
Your smell was painfully pleasant, so he quickly, with a single move, pulled the collar back over his nose.
"Please j-just go, Iâmhmm," another groan escaped his throat as you came even closer.
This time, you stood right between his spread thighs as he tried every way possible to apply a bit of pressure around his hips. You leaned closer, putting your arms on the chair's handles and lowering yourself to meet his eye level.
"What happened? Tell me, because there's no way I'm leaving our Hokage in such a state."
Such miserable, innocent, pure, giving you every chance to push his sweet buttons and tease his wrecked mind.
Kakashi furrowed as the warmth radiating from your body slowly slipped beneath his tight collar. His throat bobbed as his finger slowly pulled the material down, allowing a quiet "Aphrodisiac" to fill the serene office.
With a few candles still dimly flickering on his desk, and the moon's shy kisses bathing your blooming face in a virgin glow.
Something wicked danced behind your eyes. A mischievousness of sorts, as you hummed and slowly, leisurely, sank to your knees.
"What are you doing?" Kakashi gasped, following the lovely pout that twisted your lips. "Waitâ" His fingers tried to grab your hands as they slipped towards his hips, yet you gently smacked them.
"What do you mean? I'm only helping our dear Hokage, of course," your devilish voice mingled with the faint melody of the crickets. "As I do believe, our Hokage is wise enough to know how to get rid ofâŠ" With a single move, you pulled his trousers down to the middle of his beefy thighs. "This problem. Right?"
The moment his briefs slipped off his hips, the fat, leaking head smacked into your cheek with a wet smudge. Pearly droplets spattered his abdomen, and only then did you notice thatâ
"Did you just cum?"
His throat bobbed and brows furrowed as a sudden wave of arousal smooched your spine.
"T-twice."
You giggled, biting down on lower lip. Fingers clenched on his meaty thighs, digging into the milky skin. "Why?"
Your warm breath hit his cock, veins bulging and curling around the fat shaft. You leaned closer, plush lips kissing its softly and spilling another needy groan from his lips.
"Tell me," you demanded, spreading his thighs wider. "Why did you cum twice, Kakashi?"
A moany fuck hit your warm cheeks when you licked off the pearly cum still dripping from his swollen head.
"You know why." His long fingers gripped the armrests, head falling back to reveal pale neck. "Baby, fuck, c-can you suck on it?"
A demon must have taken over his mind. A wicked spirit of some sort, as Kakashi, in his mature, gentlemanly age, would never, ever say such filth to his young assistant.
Not that young, too, yet almost ten years youthful, with the loveliest cheeks already smiling foxily and a wet tongue licking his trembling shaft from balls up to the feverish head. The spit mixing with the last droplets of semen, trickling down his cock like a crystal thread.
"No, I don't think so," you chuckled, nuzzling your lips against his head without taking it into your warm mouth. "Tell me why. Did my sole presence turn our Hokage on that much?"
He nodded without giving it much thought, although it was the truth. Your presence did, in fact, make him pathetically cum right into his slacks.
"Mmm," a sweet hum bounced off his cock, as you placed in its top a gentle kiss. Before taking a deep, nasty sniff, and letting his mind spin into madness. "Did your younger assistant turn you on that much?"
"Stop," he groaned, feeling the last threads of his patience slowly tearing. "J-just, fuck, let's pretend it's a one-time t-thing."
You knew it was a lie.
And he also knew â from the moment you slipped him past your lips, and he immediately cummed right onto your tongue. The sole warmth of your mouth and those wicked, foxy eyes looking up at him with a squint were enough to send another ripping pleasure down his spine.
Big hands instantly falling onto your head, forearms bulging from restraint he desperately tried to cling to, yet still pushing you down his cock. Till the full, fat length slipped into your mouth, pulsing head hitting the back of your throat.
A crying choke tried to escape your throat, but instead your fingers dug into his beefy thighs, leaving nasty, crimson scratches.
He didn't give you a second to get used to his full length, instead moving your head up and down his cock. With swollen lips and tears dancing in the corners of your eyes, you gagged on his musty, delicious fatness while he fucked your throat without a drop of usual gentleness.
Legs spreading wider, crimson eyes mingling in pleasure at your full cheeks and trembling hands, as you took him fully without a fight. Instead, clenching your own thighs and rubbing them together, just to feel your drenched panties brush the swollen clit.
"Such a good fucking throat," Kakashi muttered, another wave of pleasure bubbling in his loins. "I swear, fuck, I swear it's only a one-off. Only once, baby. For all those days you've been teasing me like a little slut."
You wished to laugh, to chuckle, to tease him back. Yet your eyes rolled back, and heavy breaths escaped through your nose as he dragged his length relentlessly through your throat. You felt its mass on your tongue â each vein pulsing beneath your breath, the sizzling head smooching the back of your throat.
His thumbs brushed away tears dripping down your cheeks. "Shh, baby, don't cry. You're doing such a good job, f-fuckâ"
He groaned as your pace quickened. A bit sloppier, with the filthy squelching and your gagging filling the quiet space of his office. Candles cast a gentle glow on your teary cheeks; the moon kissed his milky hair, sticking to sweating forehead.
He was ready to cum any second, spill his semen right onto your throat and watch your cheeks burst from it in a lovely pout.
But instead, you suddenly pulled away.
"Wha-" He didn't finish, when you pressed lips to his, in a messy, vile kiss.
First load of his cum still sweetly coating your tongue, as you pushed to his mouth. Letting a few creamy droplets layer his palate as he moaned right into your grinning lips.
"How could you cum in my throat, dear Hokage? You chuckled, lifting your soaked panties to the side, and giving him a clear view of your juices dripping down his swollen cock. "Such a waste of resources, don't you think?"
Kakashi could only nod â madly, unconsciously, savouring the warmth radiating from your wet pussy.
"Why won't you fill my womb instead?" Another wicked giggle, smooched his blooming cheeks, as you pressed your entrance to his leaking head. Hands on his muscular arms, to let yourself slowly, painfully lower onto his fat cock. "Allow me to give you an heir. Spill into your assistant's fertile womb and make me a mommy."
Kakashi felt unbearable, a pinching desire smouldering across every part of his body. In his eyes, your figure, hanging over his massive, trembling body, seemed like a tempting demon of sorts. A succubus, and if he squinted enough, with the aphrodisiac still filling his body with a lustful mist, a shadow dancing behind your head looked almost like two lovely horns.
His head slipped inside, the rest of the cock following in, sending a wave of maddening pleasure over his spine. Strong hands gripped your hips, trying to lift you up a little, as if his mind still tried to resonate with the urge to nuzzle himself deep within your warmth.
"Baby, f-fuck, we can'tâ"
Usually, you wouldn't have a chance against his brutal strength, yet this time you easily pushed through his grip. Lowering yourself with a sweet moan, head falling back.
"Mhmm, Kakashi, you fill me so good," you sighed, feeling his fat cock tremble deep within the clutches of your cunt. "I can't believe you didn't fuck me sooner."
He couldn't listen to you. He couldn't stand the way your pussy clenched around his spilling cock, sugary scent wrapped around his mind, sweetening the salty cum that still coated his tongue.
He filled you so well, with a slightly curved head brushing your sweet spot just right, as you started rolling your hips up and down.
With hands gripping his arms and face leaning towards his fallen mouth, to lick a little beauty spot right beneath his lower lip. Kiss it wetly, to draw another deep groan past his throat.
"Don't fight it, Kakashi," you pledged, biting down on his lower lip. "Just let me take care of you," your hands grabbed his, sliding them up and down your velvety skin.
Your pussy sent a few pulses down his shaft as you clenched on him with a muffled moan. Lips connecting with his again, wetly, messily, pressing your chest to his.
He finally gave in.
Strong arms curling around your waist, pulling you closer to his heated body. Hips bucking up to meet every mean roll of your hips, the tip of his cock finally hitting your womb in dripping squelching.
Your juices dripping down his slacks, eyes rolling back as he pounded you at a merciless pace. Almost painful whenever his cock slid through the tight walls of your pussy, tearing another moan from your throat.
His crimson eye followed the lustful expressions pouting on your face, each more maddening than the last, forcing a scowl between his milky eyebrows.
"K-Kakashiâmmmmâyou're filling me so good," you snapped, wrapping your hands around his neck. Your hips bounced with a nasty squelch, as the pleasure already bubbled in your lower belly.
"Maybe I should get hurt more often," he groaned, one arm slipping down between your bodies, to roll your clit through the flimsy material of your panties. "If that's howânghâyou're planning to treat me."
His rough fingers pressed the swollen button, feeling the foul juices drip from the soaked fabric.
You nodded, letting a sweet moan hit his rosy cheeks. "Y-yeah, ahhh, I'll let you fill my pussy every single day."
It felt impossible to fight the desire that bubbled in Hokage's loins for all those months. So Kakashi could do nothing but press his hips to yours, until his balls smooched the swell of your ass and head nuzzled against the puffy womb.
With the last shudder and your moan splashing past your lips â he came. Flooded your pussy with sticky stripes of burning cum, cramming it right inside your weeping womb. His whimpers mixed with your cries, as he pulled you closer and connected your lips in a last kiss. Full of passion, desire, lined with months looking over your shoulders with the burning need to fuck out all the craving that bubbled within you for this whole time.
Your heavy pantings filled the warm office.
"Soâ" But you didn't finish when he suddenly stood up.
With you pussy still clenching around his hard, aphrodisiac-spiked cock and cum dripping down the wooden floors.
All the documents piling up on his desk fell to the floor in a crying mess, and a gasp caught in your throat when he laid you down on its big surface.
"I spent all dayâ" He shushed you with a kiss, licking your lips and brushing warm cheek with his thumb.
"Sorry, baby. Let me use your pretty pussy for a bit longer, hm?" He muttered, pressing your thighs against your chest. "Just a bit, fuck, let me breed you again, yeah? It's your Hokage's order."
And how could you call yourself a good assistant if you didn't fulfil it with utmost pleasure!
I have this idea in my brain of established relationship with Kakashi, but Itachi is your best friend that has been hopelessly in love with you forever as well. So Kakashi decides to test the waters only to find out that Itachi is the best boy and takes the kindly to directions at how to please you.
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The tension in the room was thick enough to cut with a kunai, heavy and electric, laced with the faint, intimate scent of your growing arousal and the warm musk of three bodies pressed close on the rumpled sheets. Kakashiâs masked face hovered inches from yours, his silver hair spilling forward like silk threads to brush teasingly against your forehead and cheeks. He kissed you slow and deep, his tongue sliding past your lips with lazy expertise, tasting faintly of the sake youâd all shared earlierâwarm, slightly sweet, and utterly addictive. One of his large, calloused hands possessively cupped your breast, kneading the soft, heavy flesh before his thumb dragged rough circles over your pebbled nipple, sending sharp sparks of pleasure straight down to your core.
You were spread open and vulnerable on the bed between themâyour boyfriend Kakashi on your left, your best friend Itachi on your rightâtheir combined body heat enveloping you like a living furnace. The cool night air of the room kissed your exposed skin, making your nipples tighten even further as Kakashiâs fingers pinched and rolled one sensitive peak.
âYou sure about this, love?â Kakashi murmured against your swollen lips, his breath hot and teasing. His visible eye crinkled in that signature lazy smile, but beneath the playfulness was genuine curiosity and a dark thread of excitement. Heâd seen the way Itachi watched you for yearsâthose stolen glances, the quiet longing hidden behind perfect composure. Tonight, he was testing the waters, pushing boundaries.
You nodded, your breath coming in shaky, uneven gasps. âYes⊠I want this. Both of you.â
Kakashiâs eye curved deeper with wicked delight. âThen letâs give our dear friend a proper lesson.â He glanced over at Itachi, who sat perfectly still on the edge of the bed, hands resting neatly on his knees despite the rapid rise and fall of his chest and the obvious strain tenting his dark pants. âSheâs all yours to touch, Itachi. But you listen to me. Understand?â
Itachiâs voice was a low, velvet whisper, strained with years of suppressed hunger. âYes.â
Kakashi hooked his fingers under your knees and guided your thighs wider apart, spreading you obscenely open. Cool air rushed over your slick, heated pussy, making you shiver. Itachi leaned in slowly, his dark eyes widening as he drank in the sight of your glistening folds for the first timeâpuffy, flushed deep pink, and dripping with slick arousal that coated your inner thighs in a shiny sheen. His usually stoic expression fractured completely. Tearsâactual crystalline tearsâglistened at the corners of his activated Sharingan eyes, the red-black pattern spinning slowly with overwhelming emotion.
âSheâs so beautiful,â your best friend breathed, his voice trembling with raw reverence and barely contained, feral hunger. He looked like a man staring at something sacred and profane all at once, his pale cheeks faintly flushed.
Kakashi chuckled softly, the sound vibrating against your neck as he nipped at the sensitive skin there. âShe is, isnât she? Look closer. See how wet she already is for us?â He reached down with two thick fingers and spread your slick folds wide, exposing your swollen clit and the tight, fluttering entrance that clenched visibly under their gazes. The wet, obscene sound of your arousal filling the quiet room made your face burn. âStart here. Gentle circles on her clit. She likes it slow at firstâtease her until sheâs begging.â
Itachi obeyed instantly, his long, elegant fingersâcooler than Kakashiâs feverish warmthâreplacing his senseiâs. The first feather-light touch of his fingertip against your throbbing clit made you gasp sharply, hips twitching. He traced slow, precise circles around the sensitive nub, the pad of his finger slick with your juices, gliding effortlessly. His touch was reverent yet devastatingly focused, eyes locked on your face the entire time, cataloging every flutter of your lashes, every hitch in your breath, every soft whimper that escaped your lips.
âGood boy,â Kakashi praised, his voice dropping lower as he sucked a mark onto your neck. âNow dip lower. Feel how slick she is. Slide one finger insideâslowly. savor it.â
Itachiâs middle finger pressed against your entrance, circling the dripping hole once before sinking in with aching, torturous care. You moaned at the stretch, your walls clenching greedily around the intrusion. His eyes fluttered half-closed in bliss at the sensationâyour molten, velvety heat gripping him tightly, the obscene squelch of your wetness echoing as he pushed deeper. âSo warm⊠and tight,â he whispered hoarsely, almost to himself, voice cracking with awe. âLike silk wrapped around fire.â
âTwo fingers,â Kakashi instructed next, his own breathing rougher now. He freed his hard cock from his pants, stroking the thick, veined length lazily with one hand while the other continued tormenting your breast. âCurl them upâjust like that. Youâll know when you hit that spotâsheâll make the sweetest sound.â
The moment Itachi added a second finger and crooked them upward, pressing firmly against your front wall, white-hot pleasure exploded through you. You moaned loudly, a broken, needy cry that filled the room, your hips bucking desperately against his hand. The wet, rhythmic sounds of his fingers pumping into your soaked pussy grew louder, slicker. Itachiâs breath hitched sharply as he watched your face contort in ecstasy, drinking in every detail like it was the only thing anchoring him to this world.
âFaster with your thumb on her clit,â Kakashi growled, pinching your nipple hard enough to make you cry out. âSheâs close already. Look at herâmemorize how she falls apart for you.â
Itachiâs pace quickened obediently, his thumb rubbing firm, perfect circles over your swollen clit while his fingers curled and thrust with devastating precision. He was a naturalâattentive, precise, devastatingly focusedâreading your bodyâs every twitch and clench better than words ever could. Your juices coated his hand, dripping down to soak the sheets beneath you, the musky-sweet scent of your arousal thickening the air.
âFuckâItachi,â you whimpered, fingers tangling desperately in his long, silky black hair, tugging him closer. Your thighs trembled violently around his wrist.
Kakashi kissed you hard, tongue fucking into your mouth to swallow every moan and gasp. âSee? Heâs a quick study. Tell him what else you want, baby. Heâll give you anything.â
Itachi looked up at you through tear-wet lashes, his Sharingan eyes shining with unshed tears and overwhelming, worshipful devotion, fingers still pumping steadily into your clenching heat, thumb relentless on your clit. His own cock strained painfully against his clothes, a dark wet spot forming at the tip.
âAnything,â he echoed, voice hoarse and raw. âJust tell me how to make you feel good. Please.â
You were trembling on the razorâs edge, body taut and burning, caught between Kakashiâs wicked, guiding dominance and Itachiâs perfect, reverent obedience.
Itachiâs fingers never faltered, two thick digits curled deep inside your dripping cunt, stroking that spongy, sensitive spot with devastating precision. The obscene, wet squelching sounds filled the room as he pumped them in and out at that perfect, relentless rhythmâslow enough to savor, fast enough to make your hips jerk helplessly. His thumb pressed firm circles over your swollen clit, slick with your arousal, each rotation sending electric jolts straight up your spine.
Kakashiâs hot breath ghosted over the shell of your ear, his voice low and velvet-rough. âThatâs it. Sheâs right there on the edge. Donât stop, Itachi. Watch how her thighs start to tremble when you press just a little firmerâyes, exactly like that. Feel how sheâs fluttering around your fingers?â
A broken, keening moan tore from your throat as the coil in your belly wound tighter, burning hotter. Itachiâs dark, obsidian eyes were locked unblinkingly on your face, tears still slipping silently down his pale, flawless cheeks. The sight of your usually stoic, composed best friend so completely undoneâjust from touching you, from being allowed to pleasure youâsent another gush of slick flooding over his hand.
âCome for him, love,â Kakashi whispered, his fingers pinching your aching nipple hard, twisting just enough to make you gasp. âLet him feel what heâs done to you. Soak his fingers like a good girl.â
The orgasm crashed over you without warning, violent and all-consuming. Your back arched sharply off the bed, walls clamping down rhythmically around Itachiâs fingers like a vice, pulsing and gushing as waves of blinding pleasure ripped through you. A raw, shattered cry tore from your lips, thighs quaking uncontrollably. Itachi let out a shaky, reverent exhale, his fingers continuing their steady strokes through every single pulse and aftershock until you were a trembling, oversensitive mess, whimpering and twitching beneath him.
Only then did he slowly withdraw his glistening fingers, strings of your creamy arousal stretching between them. With heavy-lidded eyes, he brought them to his lips and sucked them clean, tasting you with such raw reverence that fresh heat bloomed low in your belly. His tongue swirled deliberately, savoring every drop, a soft, needy sound escaping him.
Kakashi hummed in deep approval, his hand still lazily teasing your breast. âGood boy. Now use your mouth. She tastes even better than she feelsâsweet, addictive, and so fucking wet for you.â
Itachi didnât hesitate. He slid down your body with graceful urgency, settling on his stomach between your spread thighs like it was the most natural place in the world. For a long moment he simply stared, glassy eyes drinking in the sight of your flushed, dripping pussy, lips parted and shining. âSheâs so beautifulâŠâ he whispered again, voice cracking with emotion, before leaning in.
The first slow drag of his hot, velvet tongue up your soaked folds made you gasp sharply. He licked you thoroughly, lapping at your entrance to gather every drop of your release, then circling your oversensitive clit with the flat of his tongue before sucking it gently between his lips. The wet heat of his mouth was overwhelmingâsoft, insistent, and utterly devoted. His long black hair spilled over your thighs like silk as he devoured you with quiet, focused hunger.
Kakashi guided him with low, filthy commands right against your ear. âFlatten your tongue. Suck a little harder right thereâyes. Listen to those pretty sounds she makes. That desperate little whimper means youâre doing it perfectly.â
Itachi moaned deeply against your pussy, the vibration shooting straight through your core like lightning. His strong hands gripped your thighs, fingers digging into soft flesh as he held you open wider, burying his face deeper. When Kakashi told him to slide his tongue inside you, he obeyed instantly, fucking you with it in long, eager strokes. When instructed to focus on your clit again while slipping two fingers back into your clenching heat, he did so with such eager precision that it left you dizzy and breathless.
You came again hard on his tongue, fingers twisted tight in his thick black hair, thighs clamping around his head as your hips bucked wildly. Stars burst behind your eyelids, your cries muffled only by the overwhelming pleasure.
Itachi didnât stop until Kakashi finally tugged him back by the hair, his lips and chin shiny and dripping with your arousal. âEnough,â Kakashi said, voice husky with lust. âI want to watch you fuck her now.â
Itachiâs breath hitched audibly. His cock was straining painfully hard against his pants, the fabric darkened by a growing wet spot of precum. He looked up at you with those tear-filled eyes, silently begging for permission even in this state.
You reached out, cupping his tear-streaked cheek with a trembling hand. âPlease, Itachi.â
That was all he needed.
He shed his clothes with uncharacteristic haste, revealing his lean, toned bodyâpale skin stretched over defined muscle, his long, flushed cock curving proudly upward, thick and veined, the head already leaking steadily. Kakashi helped position you, pulling your legs back toward your chest so you were completely exposed, pussy open and glistening.
âSlow at first,â Kakashi instructed softly, stroking your hair. âShe can take all of you, but ease in so she feels every inch stretching her.â
Itachi pressed the hot, blunt head of his cock against your slick entrance and pushed forward. The delicious stretch made you moan loudly, your walls parting around his thick girth. He was so hard, throbbing visibly as he sank into you inch by inch. His eyes fluttered, lips parted in a silent gasp, the overwhelming sensation making fresh tears slip down his cheeks. âSo tight⊠so wet⊠so perfect,â he whispered, voice wrecked with emotion. Halfway in he paused, forehead pressed to yours, breathing ragged and hot against your lips. âIâve wanted this⊠for so long.â
Kakashi kissed your temple tenderly, one hand reaching down to rub slow circles over your clit while Itachi finally bottomed out with a broken, guttural groan, his balls pressed tight against you.
âMove, Itachi. Deep strokes. She loves it when you grind against her clit at the end of each thrust.â
Itachi followed every direction flawlesslyâlong, smooth, powerful strokes that dragged against every sensitive spot inside you, making you see stars. His control was impeccable, adjusting angle and pace the instant Kakashi spoke. Tears kept falling as he fucked you, quiet, reverent moans and whispers of your name spilling from his lips like a prayer with every deep thrust.
Kakashi eventually freed his own thick cock, stroking himself slowly as he watched his best friend ruin you so beautifully. âLook at her face, Itachi. Sheâs going to come again on your cock. Donât hold back this timeâgive it to her harder.â
Itachiâs hips snapped forward with more force, still perfectly controlled, the wet slap of skin on skin growing louder. You shattered around him with a scream, your pussy clenching and fluttering so tightly around his throbbing length that he nearly followed you over the edge, his cock pulsing wildly inside you.
âNot yet,â Kakashi commanded calmly. âPull out and let her taste herself on you.â
Itachi obeyed instantly, crawling up your body on shaky arms. You took him eagerly into your mouth, moaning at the filthy taste of your own creamy arousal mixed with his salty precum. His cock twitched on your tongue as you sucked him deep, hollowing your cheeks.
Kakashi finally moved between your legs and slid into your soaked, fluttering pussy in one smooth, deep thrust, filling you completely. The three of you moved together in a perfect, sinful rhythmâKakashi fucking you with deep, steady strokes while you sucked and licked Itachiâs cock, their low voices mingling in praise and filthy instructions.
Itachi was the first to break, crying out your name in a shattered sob as he spilled down your throat in thick, hot pulses, his hand gently cradling the back of your head like you were something sacred. Kakashi followed soon after, burying himself to the hilt with a low, satisfied groan, flooding your pussy with rope after rope of cum.
Afterward, Itachi collapsed beside you, pulling you into his arms without hesitation, his body still trembling. Kakashi settled on your other side, pressing a lazy, affectionate kiss to your shoulder.
âYou were right,â Kakashi murmured, amused. âHe really is such a good boy.â
Itachi just buried his tear-streaked face against your neck, breathing you in, holding you like heâd never let go.
Having a man tie you down.. you canât move⊠legs wide open.. your eyes wide in panic as he circles you⊠like preyâŠ
He leans down⊠take his fingers and spread your pussy open as wide a he can.. looking at it and hearing him say âawww what a pretty little pussy⊠mmm I canât wait to torture it with so muuuch pleasure you cry⊠I wanna make you afraid to cum again.. oh this will be so much funâŠâ
Him laughing and then you hear an excited gasp from him and he says again âuh ohh.. look what i found.. a cute little twitchy clitty⊠aww poor little slut.. this clit of yours is going to become the most sensitive little clitty in the world.. arenât you excited?â He looks up.. eye so sadistic you know no amount of begging will save youâŠ
âAww crying and whimpering already princess? We havenât even started! â he laughs⊠dipping his head down.. he gets sooo close you can feel his breath on your.. it makes you twitch.. he laughs more..
He taunts âbetter run⊠common.. common hurry.. if you donât run Iâm gonna force you to cum your little brains out for hours and hours⊠hurry.! Oh no.! Here comes my fingers!â You struggle! You whimper you beg.! But you canât move. He made it so you canât do anything but wiggle! Fear in your eyes as the anticipation makes you drip⊠he sees it.. the wetness dripping out of you.. he smirks and suddenly rams his fingers into you âuh oh⊠got youâŠâ his fingers digging in! Faster.. faster.. he doesnât show any mercy⊠he offers a deal..
âAww poor baby listen to those wet sounds! Iâll tell you what.. if you can keep from cumming for just 5little minutes.. Iâll untie you⊠yea? Yea? You can do it right!? Even if IâŠâ he suddenly attacks your clit while his fingers keep going âuh ohh.! Hold it in! Oh no princess donât cum! If you cum this wonât end until youâve cum at Least a hundred times! Common! Hold it!! Uh oh!!! Hold it in!â
You scream and shake .. he wonât stop.! He keeps goin.. your g spot.. your clit.. you clench your jaw.. but itâs too good and he knows it!l.. he knows you canât resist.. your hips wiggle as much as they can âuuhhh oohhh here she comes⊠poor little baby canât hold it! Donât do it.! Donât cum..! Iâll punish your little nipple next if you cum! Uh oh!!â
You squirt so hard.. you lost⊠but he hasnât stopped his fingers⊠he keeps going. He laughs⊠wicked and deep and says âpoor little babyâŠ. You looseâŠ.nowâŠ.time for orgasm hell..â
-Bunny
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