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ft. michael kaiser + nsfw + three different smut pieces [tap keep reading to see the cw] mdni ◣__◢
cw: kissing , spit kink , making out in the car + masturbating to pics and vids + spit again + edging + ...don't wanna spoil more :D enjoy
「 ✦ 1 ✦ 」
michael led you to his car, his arm gently resting on your lower back as he does so, leading you away from the glowing party house.
"don't you think it's rude to leave everyone like that?" you were already with him. in his car, on his lap, straddling him.
"maybe," he nuzzles into your neck, placing open mouth kisses, "but i'd rather be here with you," he says turning the ac on.
"what if..." you push away from his eager mouth, "what if someone catches us?"
"tsk. like i give a fuck," he says, still finding way to place his mouth on your skin.
"mihya—!" your eyes blink close when his mouth meets yours, his hand cupping your face while other pulls you closer by your waist. he tilts his head to have more access.
he stopped with its ministrations for a moment as his hand held onto your jaw, "open."
when you do, he collects spit in his mouth, on his tongue, shoving it into your mouth. he shook his head slightly, the spit both in your mouth, and his mixing in the most lewd way.
his tongue swirls with yours making him groan at the feeling. his hand finding its way to your lower, moving you back and fourth, grinding on him. muffled moans and occasional creeks being the only sounds audio in the car.
that moment alone made everything disappear until interruption in the form of grim getting into the backseat appeared, "am i interrupting something?"
"grim, get the fuck out," michael cursed, mentally cursing himself too for leaving the car door unlocked, being too lost in the moment.
you hid your face into michael's chest while michael looked back at grim. grim however had a shit eating grin of his face as he snacked onto some chips, "have some?" he offers.
"what the fuck do you want?" michael questions, getting more frustrated by the second.
"others told me to check in where the two of you went."
"you couldn't see us having a moment here?"
"the windows are fogged up and i knocked. thrice," grim says, still cronching on the chips, "don't worry, i'll tell them you two were busy mixing salivas."
「 ✦ 2 ✦ 」
michael never thought he'd be palming himself on a sweet good night voice call. he got away with it the first time, the second time you asked him why he suddenly got so quiet. and why he suddenly started breathing heavily. you dont blame him. the long distance was really starting to get both of you. voice calls and pics being granted to him. and a tape on a special day or otherwise.
like now. the he lays his back flat on the bed after soccer practice. he feels it. the different emotions all unsatisfying. his teammates being ass, he wonders who even allowed them on that damn field. his useless coach testing his patience more.
he throws his arm over his eyes, sighing deeply at the thought. his phone was sighted beside his head. and with little to no contemplation, he unlocks his phone, getting the feeling of tightness in his pants.
he looks at the pics and videos you sent. his hand moving south to ease some of the tension.
not enough.
he lowers his pants, grabbing his hard-on as he looks at your pictures.
a picture of your face. a picture in between your legs. and a picture of your tits.
he strokes himself, trying to imagine how it would feel to grab them, squeeze the, cum on them. he plays a video of you grinding on a damn pillow, imagining how it would feel if you'd bounce on his cock like that.
he throws his head back onto the pillow, the frustration was getting him real good, he couldn't even focus on the videos. the pretty moans that got out of your mouth, he wonders how muffled they would sound when you're on your knees, pleasing him.
that was it, his imagination, your pics, videos, moans, whimpers. they made him get off as he cums all over his abs, his hand falling to the side as he breathes heavily, cursing himself.
he looks at the time. you might be sleeping now. but he was too deep into lust to care. without much thinking, he calls you.
「 ✦ 3 ✦ 」
the room was quiet. too quiet. then a sharp tug on your arm, and a yelp escaped your mouth.
you have been ignoring michael.
couple arguments happen as they sometimes do. but michael would NOT take you dismissing him. but you did and that only led to your wrist tied above your head.
"ignoring me?" michael's fingers traced down your body painfully slow, "that's cute, angel," he clicks his tongue when you glare at him, "you're really fucking stubborn, aren't you?" michael leans down, whispering dirty promises in your ear that made your glare go away as your eyes widen. your breath hitches and that makes him let out a mean chuckle, "hm? not so brave now are we?"
"m-mihya..."
"what's wrong?" he coos. but no words escape your lips.
michael doesn't kiss you. not yet. you didn't deserve it. but what he does is he spits into your mouth, "swallow," he says but how could you? not when he's ramming his cock in and out of you. your mouth hung open, tongue out with his spit sitting on it. michael calls you a pathetic mess already and he didn't even fuck you properly yet.
he flips you over, fucking you from behind as drool spilled from your mouth. he held your jaw, making you look back to him as he leaned forward, "you look so cute like this," he kept pounding into you but never once letting you cum, while his greedy self released all over your ass when he pulled out.
you whined, wanting that release too. and he only laughed. mean. cold.
"m-mihya..." tears finally spilled from your eyes, "p-please..."
"aw my angel...wanna cum?"
yet all he did was edge you over and over and over till you were a mess, apologizing to him, promising him that you'd never pull that stupid stunt again.
only then, he finally kissed you lovelingly. letting you touch him as he goes one more round making love to you, finally letting you come as he whispers how much he loves you.
a/n: these are the smuts i wrote a year back, cause i believed i wasn't the worst smut writer, tho i haven't even had my first kiss yet. but i believe i can write better overtime 😣 #IWontLoseMyVirginityCauseINeverLose 💪🏼
feeling of unfamiliarity with a familiar situation ; boyfriend crushing on his own girlfriend
✦ ITOSHI SAE
it wasn't unusual that you'd fall asleep randomly. studying, work, reading. today, you fall asleep watching tv with sae on the couch.
he turns the tv off, gently carrying you to the bedroom, mumbling something about you already falling asleep anywhere but the bed.
you hum sleepily as he carefully places you on the bed, covering you with the blanket. he tucks a strand of hair away from your face. and then he just...looks.
he has tucked you in many times like this. but everytime he does it, it's always the little things he notices. so damn familiar but always managing to melt sae's cold heart.
"what's wrong with me..." sae mutters to himself, tracing your features with gentle fingers. he sees you scrunch your nose. and he swears he has never seen anything more precious. you are precious.
✦ ITOSHI RIN
you've been together for a long time now. it shouldve been easy for him to hold your hand.
however everytime, he's wiping his sweaty palms on the side of his pants, making excuses like he's just fixing the phone in his pocket.
and yet...his palms stay sweaty.
still, you pretend you don't notice so that he doesn't get embarrassed.
many times, you had to initiate in a very mundane way. like now, the pedestrian light turns green, you take his hand as the two of you cross the road.
the moment was quick, and lasted less than like thirty seconds. you leave his hand, walking ahead. but then you stop, turning to face him. he exhales, extending his hand for you to hold. everytime, it's the same thing he requests without saying anything. and each time, it feels like the first 'can we hold hands?'.
✦ ISAGI YOICHI
"your tie is crooked," you say, and before he could reply, you're standing infront of him, fixing the fabric of his tie.
you smoothen the fabric, then gently tighten it again, properly this time.
yoichi has seen you closer, he has kissed you, made love to you. still, moments like these give him butterflies.
"there," you smile, reaching to push back his hair, "handsome."
youve done this all the time. before interviews or family dinners or functions. fixing his tie, hair and calling him handsome.
he grabs your wrist before you could step back, and places a lingering peck on your lips, "thank you," not for fixing his tie. but for making him nervous in the best way possible.
✦ MICHAEL KAISER
times like these, michael forgets how to kiss. he has kissed you multiple times. morning kisses, bye bye kisses. kisses all over his face, him doing the same to you.
don't even get started on how beautiful you look and glow after he kisses your lips. the way you smile at him, he feels euphoria inside.
he tilts your chin up with two fingers, kisses you once, then stares at you with heart eyes.
"angel..."
"yes?"
"...nothing. you're too fucking beautiful," which you are. but also that you make him forget that you're not his crush anymore. you're his. and he's yours.
he forgets that he can kiss you anytime and anywhere. so he kisses you like he's running out of time.
"every time i do this," he says gently against your lips, "it feels too fucking short," he kisses you again, "every kiss feels short," every kiss makes him want more.
you gently pull back, just to look at his face, "haven't you had enough?" you whisper, but honestly, you don't wanna stop too.
"never enough," he says as his mouth collides with yours again. just like the first time when he kissed you after holding back for so long.
isagi yoichi + fluff + angst + nsfw , no worries if you're uncomfy with smut ! i've marked where it starts and ends so you can skip it !
╰┈➤ first meet
isagi yoichi has been crushing on you ever since you fell face first on the ground.
it happened during math class where he was supposed to pay attention. but he didn't. he was busy looking out the window, watching girls vs girls practice of soccer.
you were there on the ground too. nervous, hoping you wouldn't embarass yourself. and that you did. by tripping over your own foot and eating dirt. yoichi winces at that, as if it's him who fell. he watches as your classmates help you up. and you're smiling even after your nose bled, saying that you're fine(you're not.)
yoichi now looked outside the window like the main character he is. his mates play soccer after class hours, him being envious of them since they get to go on the field. and he was stuck in the class cause the teacher said so.
"isagi yoichi?" it was the second time you had to repeat his name to get him to look at you. and when he did, you smiled and introduced yourself, saying that you'll be his tutor for science and maths. you sit infront of him, placing your sparkly pouch of highlighters and colourful pens on the desk, "im a little bad at explaining maths, but i need this extra credit so bear with me yeah?"
you're real.
the girl who kissed the ground with her face two weeks ago is real. he stared, tilting his head as if he's inspecting you. you, confused, still mimicked his head tilt. then he tilted his head to the other side, you were about to do the same but you halted, "boy. focus."
"...right."
╰┈➤ first glance
he's not listening to you even when you held the highlighter, dragging it over the words that are extra important. his thoughts are yelling just one glance just one glance. he does, a quick one that you don't notice(at first.)
"...this is the brain. as you can clearly see. it's wrinkly. like mine. cause mine does workouts. yours is probably smooth. cause it had no thoughts behind it."
"...huh?" that snapped him. he looked up. you were looking back at him sternly.
you hit his forehead with the back of the highlighter, "isagi, focus!"
he stammered, putting his full attention to the book. he didn't see it. but you stared at him too. fondly, with a smile on your face.
╰┈➤ first touch
you sit by the window seat on the bus, with yoichi beside you. it was quiet. not awkward. until a speed breaker made your and his hand brush, you both pulling back immediately.
"you ok?" he asks awkwardly.
"yeah," you say, your tone just as awkward, "just a little surprised. sorry."
"it's alright, i was gonna say sorry too."
"...what for?"
"um...for touching you," he immediately regretted his words.
"that sounded gross," you surpass a laugh.
he stammers, "ah no no, it's— i didn't—" he shuts his mouth. he sighs, pulling his phone and earphones out. he offers you one, "wanna listen?"
you accept. it wasn't loud music. just soothing, "you made this? the playlist?"
"...no. stole it."
you chuckle, "i'll make you one."
the songs were too calm. you didn't realize when your eyes started to close. they shut and your head rests on his shoulder. his body tenses. he exhales, then resting his head against yours, intertwining his pinky with yours.
╰┈➤ first nickname
his living room was cozy as the two of you sat, papers and books scatterd on the floor you sat. "yo-chan, i brought juice for you two," yoichi's mom says as she places the tray down, "study well," she says, giving the two of you some privacy.
"yo-chan," you say, "yo-chan??" you repeat.
"don't start," he mumbles, looking away, to hide his embarrassed face.
but you don't stop, while busy studying in silence, you randomly whisper, "yo-chan~"
"alright, that's it. im giving you a nickname too," yoichi tried. he really did to give you a decent yet funny nickname. but obviously failed, "you know what, i'll stick with y/n"
"good choice."
╰┈➤ first envy
yoichi saw you by the locker but halted. he sees a guy infront of you. one of the smart guys he assumes. you smiled at the guy, taking his hand in yours and you put a purple bracelet on his wrist. the guy ruffles your hair, you then complaining that he messed your hard work on setting your hair.
yoichi played extra aggressively on the field, that had his coach yelling at him that soccer is a game of teamwork, and that he can just go solo.
after the practice, his eyes fall on you. you were by the sidelines. you waved at him, gesturing him to come closer. he jogs over to you.
"close your eyes. hand in mine. now." you declare.
he was confused yet he did what you said. you slide a bracelet on his wrist. he opens his eyes to look at it. blue with a little bunny charm.
"happy friendship day, yoichi," you say, giving him a wide smile. he smiled back. a small one that hid sadness cause maybe, he wanted to be the only one you gave the bracelet to.
╰┈➤ first let down
yoichi zooms to search for you. you were by the vending machine, sipping on choco milk. "hey!" he calls, showing you the test paper. the results had progressed so much.
"you did it! i knew you could," you beamed, inspecting the paper, "after all, you had a great teacher."
"i did...," he says softly, "so...we go to the library? study for the next test?"
your smile dropped as you hand him the paper, "i wont be tutoring you anymore."
his smile dropped too, "why—what happened?"
"the deal was till the first test. i got my extra credit," right. the deal, "you'll have another tutor now—oh look, there he is," he turned to see, his heart dropped. the same guy you gave the bracelet to. his was purple with extra charms. you call his name and the guy jogs over to you.
yoichi stares. just stares, "yo-chan?" you call as you notice him, "what happened? you zoned out."
"it's all good," he says lowly, "alright then."
╰┈➤ first misunderstanding
you trusted yoichi with your phone. you know he wouldnt be snooping. and to be fair...he didn't. not on purpose atleast.
he just happens to see your phone ding and a text in your friend group named 'no boys allowed'
you and him looked so good together y/n!!!!!!!!!!!!!
another message
I SHIP I SHIP I SHIP
and yoichi being the dumb boy he is thought it was someone else. someone with a purple bracelet. he was just about to see more of the messages but you were already there with two choco milk box in your hands. he sits up straight. and he DOESN'T see the third message that was sent.
y/n and yo-chan sitting on a tree k i s s i n g😏
you, confused see the message. you panic, taking the phone hastily, dropping the choco milk box as you explain, "yo-chan, it's not like that! i just—these girls are stupid! its—"
"it's alright," he says with an awkward smile, handing you his choco milk box, "it's alright."
╰┈➤ first call
he called you after he had lost the match. the national level match. he was nervous. hoping you'd pick up. you might be asleep cause it's so late but yoichi was restless.
he apologizes the first things firsts when you pick up.
"...so um...you watched it?" he asks, "watched me embarrass myself on tv?"
you stay silent, not knowing what to say on that topic. youre not sure what words to use to comfort him.
"my brother saw you screaming."
"what?"
"he said he was with his friends and you randomly yell out loud. he got scared."
"...god that's even more embarrassing," he drags his hand down his face. he sighs, "i got a letter."
"a letter?"
"some soccer faculty i think. sounds scam."
"but you're gonna check it out anyways."
"...yeah"
he exhales. not know how to fill the awkward silence.
"yo-chan...you did good."
"...thanks."
╰┈➤ first reunion
it has been a while. he was in blue lock for months. the meet up again was awkward.
he initiates, saying he missed you, immediately regretting what he said and stuttering, trying his way out to not sound cringy. but you interrupt, saying you missed him too.
"...i read your messages," he says. he had screenshoted them all.
YOCHANNNNN OMG YOU WON YOU WON I SAW IT ALL ON TV MY GOD YOICHIIIIIIIIII ISAGI YOICHI YOU ROCKSTAR
you had spamed way more(which he took screenshots of) and now you're shy about it, then it was your turn to reason that you were just excited about him winning and that you didn't meant to make it weird but he just laughs, cutting you off.
"what's so funny?"
"you are."
╰┈➤ first almost
yoichi shouldve said this faster.
he had rushed to out when you texted him to meet you by the river. the break from bluelock was too short. he doesn't know how much longer he would be there. maybe he can confess now.
he doesn't. well, he almost did.
but paused when you told him to let you speak first.
"i got accepted into a university abroad," you say as if it didn't hurt him, "im leaving this month."
"wait...what?"
you smiled, "im so happy, yo-chan."
"yeah...you should be," he looks away, not wanting to meet your eyes, "it's all your hard work."
you only give him a small smile that he mirrors. and the night ends with an almost confession.
╰┈➤ first silence
he never wanted this to happen. perhaps it was just...
the texts slowed down. there were excuses. busy schedules, different times zones, your studies, his practice.
he would initiate it all the time. he typed his confession.
i love you
but you never saw that. didn't even view it.
maybe you forgot about him.
maybe he wanted to forget you too.
he deleted the playlist you made for him, the screenshots of your texts deleted and the blue bunny charmed bracelet was removed but never thrown. he was too much of a coward.
perhaps it was just puppy love.
╰┈➤ first loss
he didnt hear your name in five years. so when an old friend from highschool texted that you're back in japan in all caps, yoichi didn't wait for a second.
he rushed, hastily putting his shoes on. then stopping to turn around, remove his shoes as he rushes back to his room. he searches in every drawer.
then he finds it.
the blue bunny charmed bracelet.
he slides it on his wrists. just when he was about to exit his room, he sees himself in the mirror. he pushes his hair back, tidying himself as if he's a teenager on his way to his first date.
his heart was pounding so hard as he rushes to your street.
and maybe it was too late.
cause he sees you. your arms wrapped around some guy's shoulders. the same damn guy he's so fucking jealous of.
that damn purple bracelet.
yoichi watched. then slowly turned and walked the other way.
╰┈➤ first resolve
"you could've texted me y'know?" yoichi immediately regretted after asking that question.
"...i did tho?"
"that one message of wishing me happy birthday doesn't count."
"...yoichi...is that the last message you really received from me?"
he paused, confused, "what..."
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yo-chan! this is my new number! text there!
"i...i never received that..."
turns out technology was his biggest enemy.
but that also means that you didn't read his stupid i love you text.
╰┈➤ first hope
you both liked to sit by the river on a bench. he had to be there when you initiated after a mutual friend told you that yoichi's waiting.
the start was very awkward. very much so after the little argument.
it took time to finally be set comfortable.
"still have that bracelet?" you ask.
yoichi simply pulls the sleeve back slightly, showing you his wrist.
there it was.
blue bunny charmed bracelet.
you smiled, he did too, before asking a question that screamed insecurity.
"still in love with purple?"
oh you know exactly what he was talking about.
"never was."
╰┈➤ first graze
it was late. the park seemed too big since there was no one. it was cold and yet you showed up because yoichi called you.
you faced the swings where you and yoichi would be at, sipping on choco milk.
you turned around to the sound of urgent footsteps. yoichi was panting when he sees you. he stops for a second.
beautiful.
oh you looked so beautiful under the moonlight.
yoichi walked. then ran towards you, cupping your face, "i need this," he was desperate. and you knew it when his lips found yours.
you wrapped your arms around his shoulders when his lips start to move. it was all teeth clashing and nose bumping. awkward but much needed.
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╰┈➤ first night
"let me see you please," yoichi is begging for any sign of permission from you at all. and you just pull him onto you, kissing him, whispering against his lips that you want it.
his shirt is discarded, and so are the clothes down his waist.
you let him undress you. he was slow with it, careful and longing.
his mouth trails from your lips to lower down your neck, then your collarbone as he presses open mouth kisses and bites that will leave a mark.
his fingers run down the love bite he just left. lower lower lower, tracing down and down till he reaches where you need him the most. he starts with gently rubbing over your clit, the first contact has you gasping.
he parts your legs wider, pumping two fingers in you that has you squirming. when he's finally down with prepping you, he pulls out his fingers, reaching for the condom on the desk beside.
"no going back?" he asks.
"no going back," you give in willingly.
yoichi rips the wrap off with his teeth, rolling the condom on.
you bite your lip as he enters you, your eyebrows furrow. he leans down to press his mouth onto yours, biting your lower lip to distract you from the initial pain which soon turned into pleasure.
oh only yoichi knew how he held back.
he moves further, making you take another inch, "that ok?" he waits before moving and only starting with sloppy thrusts after you nodded.
your eyes rolled back and shut as your hands finds his back, your nails digging and dragging down onto his skin. it felt so painful yet so good.
he burries his face into your neck, whispering everything he's been holding back for years, his voice was absolutely pathetic, betraying him, making him whine.
he finishes first, not stopping with his thrusts till your moans stop and you deeply exhale when you finally climax.
.
.
.
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╰┈➤ first love
you had practiced it infront of the mirror even, but yoichi just had to pour water on it.
"i love—"
"wait," he halts you, let me say it first," he doesn't wait.
"i love you."
there. he said it, looking too proud of himself.
"yo-chan," you cross your arms, "i wanted to say it first."
he chuckles, rubbing the back of his neck, "y'know, if the technology loved me, my confession would've reached you two years ago."
"...what?"
yoichi pulls out his phone, showing you his last message.
i love you
status : not delivered.
that made you chuckle. the one yoichi loves and yearns.
"i love you too," you say it finally.
isagi yoichi, the boy who looked down the window when he was supposed to focus in class.
aroace culture is getting upset over the phrase 'just a friend'. you're not 'just a friend'. i'd do anything for you. you're not 'just' anything. you're my friend. and the world would a crumble and break before i tell you you're 'just' a friend.
Matting press where his bulge is shown thru ur stomach and he presses down… I hope this make sense
Oh your mind anon… 18+ blurb fem reader btw!
Katsuki strokes his dick, getting ready to plunge it into your tight pussy. He stares you down, but when you look away from his intense gaze, he uses his hand to pull your flushed face back toward his.
“Nah, look at me. ’S what you wanted?” he asks cockily.
You nod, but a sharp slap instantly hits your ass.
“I want words.”
“Yes, Suki, please put it in. I want it,” you start to whine.
Katsuki scoffs. “Okay, hold on.” His brain works up a nasty idea. “Push those legs back for me. Want you to feel me so deep.” His tone alone makes you clench around nothing.
You obey his orders and spread your legs far back. It’s a little embarrassing as you realize he can see all of you, but the look on his face makes it entirely worth it. He leans down to kiss you briefly before pulling away. “Good girl.”
The feeling of him slapping his fat head against your throbbing clit is almost too much; you desperately want to feel him inside. You start to get restless. “Katsuki, put it in or so help me—MM, FUCK!”
He slips all his inches in at once and lays his body weight down on top of you, effectively trapping you beneath him while holding your legs in place. He doesn’t give you a single second to breathe before he starts jackhammering into you.
“I’m giving it to you real good, huh, baby? You couldn’t be patient when I told you to?” He slows down briefly before driving back in with even harder strokes. “Shut. The. Fuck. Up.” His hips snap against you with every single word.
You lose your mind, wailing loud. He’s fucking you so senseless you can barely speak. He is so deep inside that it feels like you're being split wide open, the pleasure completely overwhelming.
“That pussy feels so fucking good, baby. You were made to take my dick,” Katsuki groans out, his words sounding like pure heaven to your ears.
You nod dumbly. “Don’t stop, please don’t stop.”
He slaps your ass again. “I’m never gonna stop. I need this pussy, baby—just like you need this dick.” His tone turns condescending. “Yeah? You needed this dick? You needed me to dick you down like this?”
Your eyes roll into the back of your head. “Yes... baby needed you.”
He leans back for a second to look down, his pupils widening as he sees the outline of his dick ramming into your stomach. He has to pause briefly just to stop himself from coming right then and there.
“Pretty girl,” he coos. “Look down for me, Ma.”
When you look down, you completely lose it too. You toss your head back as his big hand presses down on your stomach while he speeds up his pace. You’re practically screaming at this point.
“S-Su—I can’t take it! Fuck, I—I can’t—” You can’t even finish your sentence.
He laughs darkly, grabbing your jaw to force eye contact again. “Open.”
You open your mouth without hesitation, and he leans down to spit inside. “Swallow.”
You swallow it immediately. He starts right back up at the same punishing pace. “You’re gonna take it like the slut you are.”
You nod, prompting him to lightly slap your cheek. “Words, baby, come on. I need to know if you’re here or not.”
You muster all your remaining energy to force the words out. “Yes, Suki, I understand. Oh fuck, give it to me!”
Your head falls back against the pillows as he leans back down, trapping you again. You slap his leg to signal just how close you are to breaking. Knowing your body all too well, Katsuki starts to whine and whimper as his own peak rushes through him.
“Together, baby. Cum on this dick while I breed that pussy,” he moans into your ear, pushing you completely over the edge.
Three more hard strokes and Katsuki follows right behind you. “Baby, fuck,” he groans, sounding pleasantly wrecked as you both ride out your orgasms together.
You’re completely weak, but you still find the strength to press a soft kiss to his forehead and another to his nose.
“Thank you, baby. Always put it on me so good,” you whisper weakly, your tone full of adoration.
Katsuki’s fiery eyes soften as he looks at you. He pulls you into a long, sensual kiss as the heat of the night slowly calms down into soft vulnerability.
have never given even a passing glance to the predator/prey dynamic like it was never my thing. but let me tell you something. those comics exploring persistence hunter grace slowly trailing after rocky changed something in me,,,, rockys confidence that slowly becomes more and more strained,, huffing and puffing heat out of his vents,,, grace unintentionally scaring the shit out of rocky without even realizing it and being like Haha thats what you get for talking big. meanwhile rocky is like wwhat. Wwwhhatttt the fuuuuck was that
From the media that brought you "Millennials are killing [insert industry here]" articles for years and years and years, now we have....
"Hey, Gen Z, we're gonna relabel vacations into something else now and tell you how you really should be wary of taking vacation because it might impact your financial future."
genuinely this reminds me of that one tumblr post about that cult indoctrination technique where they make unreasonable requests of you, and when you refuse, suddenly it’s YOUR fault for having a sense of self-care. it’s YOUR lack of commitment, YOUR lack of dedication — not the insane request of a company that does not actually care about you.
the idea that failure is an individual failing and not the oppressions of a broken system.
this is just flat-out manipulation. it really always has been, but this is the form it’s taking nowadays. crazy
your husband lifts his gaze slowly from the newspaper he was reading.
"fun?" he indulges you, tilting his head slightly to search your face. you suggested something without a description intentionally to make him ask for an elaboration, meaning what you're about to tell him will either be very intriguing, or the complete opposite. he searches your features in an attempt to determine which it'll be. "what kind of fun?"
you pause to make him squirm in anticipation. "i was thinking," you murmur, tracing your finger along the couch's lines with your fingertip, a sign of nervousness. "we could try… being available to each other. like whenever one of us wants-" your face goes warm, "sex."
the newspaper lowers down to his lap so your husband can stare at you intently, but he doesn't move otherwise. he's seated with his sleeves pushed up to his elbows and his legs apart in a lazy manspread, looking way too composed for what you just suggested. your body is so tense right now that you feel the urge to take a cold shower before the conversation continues. why isn't he saying anything?
"available," he echoes your choice of words. "as in free use."
you nod, trying not to squirm in your seat. "mhm."
he hums, tongue running over the inside of his cheek, and his eyes drag over your body as if he's already imagining all the different ways he can catch you off guard and ruin you. just as you suggested.
"sweetheart," he murmurs quietly, folding the paper and setting it aside, "do you even know what you're agreeing to?"
you shrug, a guileless glint in your wide eyes. you couldn't seriously be asking him this. you, who cries within the first ten minutes of him fucking you and tries to crawl away from him when he's pounding into you, wants to be free use for him, constantly? "i trust you. there... shouldn't be any issues."
he leans back in his chair and lets a silence pass once more. he seems to be considering it. the longer he goes without talking the more you squirm. he lays a cheek in his palm, and continues. "and why do you want to be free use for me?"
your eyes widen and your lips press together. you're nervous but trying not to show it. "it's not just me, you know. both of us are available for each other. i just wanted to suggest it because it's been on my mind a while."
"mm. no other reason?"
you hesitate a second too long, and he notices immediately. his eyes narrow ever so slightly. "well," you fidget, toying with a thread on your shirt to break eye contact just long enough so you don't explode. "i just thought it might be exciting."
"exciting... how?"
you puff out a soft breath and try to play it off. "i dunno… like, getting dragged into a public washroom while we're out grocery shopping. or, like… in the car. pulling it over so we can go to the backseat. or while i'm doing laundry."
"so you mean you want me to be so desperate i can't wait and have to have you. right then, right there."
you fidget again, but nod. "mhm."
he laughs once under his breath. "that's cute. so if you're half asleep," he says, "and i want to wake you up with my cock inside you, you won't mind? or if we're on a hike and you're in one of those pairs of leggings i really like, i can put you up against a tree?"
you nod, but look away bashfully. "i said whenever."
he hums and looks away for a moment in an attempt to stay calm while he processes. then he looks back at you, tutting with a pitying look on his face. like you're a lamb up for the slaughter.
"you don't know what you just agreed to," he says affectionately, like he's sorry for you.
you frown, feeling like he's underestimating you. "yes, i do."
he smiles. "you really don't."
-
the first time he tries out your new agreement is when you're brushing your teeth with him the next morning. you're standing at the sink in just one of his old t-shirts, groggy, hair messy, toothbrush hanging from the corner of your mouth as you blink blearily at your own reflection. he's behind you, pretending to brush his teeth too, but he's just looking at you.
your thighs are bare. the shirt rides up when you lean forward to spit into the sink, and he can see the crease where the back of your thighs meet your plush ass. he's entranced by the quiet way you operate when you're still half asleep and unaware of how good you look.
he swishes some water in his mouth and spits, setting his toothbrush back in the holder while watching you. you didn't notice he was ogling until you look up to meet his gaze in the mirror reflection to see him reaching around to pull you flush against his chest, lifting his hands under your shirt from behind to cup your tits. you don't wear a bra around the house, much to his convenience.
"just trying something fun," he murmurs into the curve of your neck, kissing the soft skin there. you tip your head a little, a pleasant feeling washing over your body as his thumbs roll over your perked nipples. he then wraps his hand around your throat to tip your head back. "aren't you so pretty?" he coos, one hand toying with your breast while the other gives your throat a light squeeze. it does nothing for your sanity. your brain might as well be slipping out of your ears.
you try to respond, but all that slips out is a helpless little whimper, the toothbrush still dangling from your lips.
"you're already shaking," he says softly, letting go of your throat only to glide his hand down the front of your shirt, past your navel, and into the waistband of your thin cotton panties. "and it's not even been a minute since i started. why're you acting like some helpless little virgin?"
you slip the toothbrush out of your mouth and drop it in the holder, using both hands to hold his wrist to keep yourself steady. "you're being mean," you breathe, embarrassed by how quickly he's unraveled you.
he hums, slipping his fingers inside your tight pussy to find you warm and wet. your hips jolt, but you don't move away. "i'm doing what you asked of me," he corrects you, his tone patient. "you said 'whenever,' remember?" he begins to lift up your shirt and tosses it onto the counter beside you, and your panties come off right after. then he pushes you forward so you're bent over onto the smooth marble in front of you.
he leans over your back, palm pressing down gently between your shoulder blades to keep you in place. "you know what your problem is," he murmurs, breath hot against your ear, "you get way too ahead of yourself. then you ask for things you're not ready for."
"baby please," you whine, grinding your hips back, only for him to pull away. he's teasing you. you look back at him with frustration, wanting friction against your sopping core, but he's not allowing it.
you feel him hook a hand under your knee to prop your leg up on the edge of the sink for a better angle, and he tuts at how messy your little pussy is so soon. he spreads you as much as you can go, then nudges his clothed bulge against your core, listening to your breath hitch and breathy pants to leave your mouth. "hmmh... that spot... do that again,"
he hushes you patronizingly, tugging his pj pants just low enough for his cock to be free. you're completely bare in contrast. with a hand pinning you down and the blunt press of his cock between your thighs, he slowly, maddeningly starts to slip it inside with a purposeful roll of his hips, and the stretch immediately hits you. you feel so full with just the first few inches of his fat cock in you.
your mouth opens around a silent moan, eyes rolling back. your grip on the counter tightens while he rocks into you steadily, holding you firmly while his gaze flits from your hole sucking him in and the lewd look on your face in the mirror.
"you wanted this. look at yourself. look how pretty you are when you're being used."
you try. you really do. your eyes flutter open just long enough to catch sight of your own flushed, wrecked reflection, your hair a mess, mouth parted, as he slowly fills you up to the brink, tip kissing your womb. his hand gathers a fistful of your hair to tip your head up.
your head spins as he thrusts into you roughly, flesh slapping against flesh making nasty sounds that echo off the bathroom walls. "y-you're... haaa gonna be late f'work," you moan as he fucks into you deep and rough, his thick cock curving just right inside you to keep bumping against your sweet spots.
"shit... y'wanna talk about that now?" he tugs your hair a little to make you squeal, using it to keep you in place like it's a handle. "i'll grab breakfast on the way there," he says into your skin. "this is more important."
you reach behind blindly because you're desperate to feel your husband or hold him, but he pushes you back down, then leans down to push his chest flush against your back, his skin hot against yours. he nudges his cock deeper in you at the new angle, moving a bulky arm to wrap around your neck and fuck you in a chokehold.
he groans against your ear, rutting harder now, his rhythm starting to lose control while your back arches for him, trying to take more even though you're so full. his hips snap forward with more force and he chuckles into your ear when you let out a garbled, " 'm gonna cum..." followed by a loud mewl. he groans, slamming into that one spot that gets you to tighten up around him each time his mushroom tip gives it a kiss.
"hmm, ask nicely, sweetheart," he nips your ear and bottoms out with an obscenely wet squelch. "mmmm.... c-can i... fuck, c-cum? please, 'm gonna..." your eyes screw shut and your pussy gushes around his thick shaft, leaving your thighs slick and shaky.
he slams into you one last time, burying himself deep inside you so his cum can shoot as deep inside you as he can. he doesn't pull out right away. arms wrapped around your middle, nose pressed into your hair like he's anchoring himself.
"god," he mumbles, still pumping you full, and there's now a creamy ring where his cock enters your cunt. "filled your little pussy all up, didn't i? now i'll feel bad leaving you like this."
you're too wrecked to answer, slumped forward against the sink, letting him hold you up. he reaches for a washcloth by the towel rack and dampens it so he can clean you up, giving you little kisses the whole time while you cling onto him. he keeps praising you, too. "did s'good for me, pretty baby."
he leaves you with a soft peck on your cheek. "ill see you later tonight..."
-
it doesn't stop after that morning in the bathroom. that was just his warm up, after all; his first taste of what you gave him. the second the floodgates opened, there was no closing them. poor you.
there's the time in the gym changeroom, right after your shared workout ends. you're both sore and sweaty, and you duck into the locker room so you can grab your stuff and head home with him to shower. however, the second he sees your flushed skin and damp chest through your sports bra, he doesn't hesitate to tug you into one of the showers and sit down on the bench, tearing off your clothes and tugging you into his lap.
he'll stuff your panties in your mouth so your moans are muffled, and fucks up into you hard and fast with no shame, even as he hears people talking and shuffling about behind the flimsy shower curtain. "you're gonna make a mess on me, aren't you?" he murmurs against your ear. "you like knowing someone could walk in right now and see you like this? my sweet girl, cockdrunk in a gym shower?"
he makes you cum on his cock, stuffs you full of his seed and leaves with you once the coast is mostly clear.
next was the hike. you're halfway up the steep trail with him, on a quick break on the grass off the main path. you'd just bent over a little to re-tie your laces since your boots had been far too tight, when he'd come up behind you, grinding against you and palming your ass through your leggings in broad daylight.
"shouldn't bend over in front of me unless you want me to do somethin' to you," he mutters, voice low and warm at your ear as he presses himself closer, fingers kneading into the backs of your thighs.
he doesn't give you a second to argue before he's guiding you face first to a tree and dropping to his knees. he pulls your leggings down just enough to get what he wants, and the air hits your slick folds pleasantly. you whimper, bracing yourself as he spreads your ass to have your pussy fully presented to him.
"gonna be quick," he whispers, "just a little taste." he mumbles, before shoving his face right into your cunt.
you gasp loudly and your hands shoot up to brace against the tree bark right in front of you and dig into the wood. you tremble and let out a shaky breath when he licks a slow, nasty stripe from your pussy up to your clit, shaking his tongue a little so it slobbers over every inch of your drooling pussy lips, occasionally prodding your hole.
his hands are firm on your thighs to spread you open wider, dragging your hips back toward his mouth while he eats you out filthy and sloppy. his nose nudges your clit, tongue flicking in and out of you, then slipping deep inside.
you bite your lip and your eyes, wide and panicked, glance toward the trail. anyone could walk by since you're not that far off the path, hidden, but not well. if someone wandered off long enough, they'd find the two of you.
"god," he moans into you, closing his mouth around your pussy lips and sucking gently, then going back to make out with your pussy. "taste so fuckin' good, babe. made for me." your orgasm hits so fast that you barely have time to warn him, pushing back against him so you cream right into his mouth.
-
you intended to have one wholesome weekend without your man ravaging you on any available surface in the vicinity. a family gathering that your parents are hosting. you enter the countryside house with your husband's hand on the small of your back to guide you inside, smiling politely as your relatives greet you both with warm hugs and laughter. everyone is in a good mood, sipping drinks, chewing on appetizers. there's music playing, and scents drifting from the kitchen.
he lasts about twenty minutes into the evening before he leans down to whisper filth into your ear while everyone else is distracted in the dining room. "you keep looking up at me like that and you're not leaving this place without my cum dripping down your thighs."
you stiffen, body heating up with arousal instantly, even as your face stays composed for the sake of your family standing two feet away. your husband knows exactly what he's doing. he brushes his lips just under your ear again, letting his breath brush over your skin while his palm subtly slides down to squeeze your ass through your dress, making you yelp.
he's all over you most of the evening. hands holding your hips from behind, cupping your ass, arms around your waist, smelling your hair... blatant public displays of affection. he keeps whispering things. "you're dripping through this dress," he murmurs while you're getting drinks in the kitchen. "do you even know what you look like right now?"
you try to push him away, but he's already behind you, brushing your hair over your shoulder as if he's helping, just to kiss the back of your neck. he's all over you right up until you take a break to get away from the party for a bit before dinner. you choose your childhood bedroom as an escape, needing one second away from him before he decides to finger you at the dinner table or fuck you in one of the bathrooms, but he follows you shortly after.
you just entered your old room, not realizing the door didn't click shut behind you. you make it two steps before he grabs you and pins you down onto your back in your old twin bed.
you jolt. "baby! where did you- what are you- "
"shhh," he murmurs, lips already brushing your neck. "just missed you. five minutes."
your body reacts before your brain can catch up. you tip your head to the side for him, breath catching as he kisses behind your ear and tugs the straps of your dress down your shoulders and pushing it under your tits so he can cup your bare mounds. his thumbs brush over your nipples until they stiffen under his touch, and he groans at your soft whines, pinching and rubbing them with his fingers while he kisses down to your chest, laving his tongue over the swollen peaks. he's practically slobbering on them, one bulky hand playing with one while his mouth works on the other, sucking sharply and then releasing with a wet pop.
he drags your panties down and off your ankles, spreading you into a shameful position to get a good look at you.
"fuck, look at this mess," he thumbs over your pussy with light pressure, teasing you. "this for me?" you whimper a soft yes, causing him to chuckle softly. he leans over you again, playing with your hole while his other hand wraps around his cock to stroke it slow and firm from tip to base, aligning himself with your hole. he doesn't make it easy for you and put it in straight away, instead tapping his cock against your folds and listening to the nasty little squelches that come from you. he slides it up and down, delaying your pleasure to make you desperate.
you gasp and mewl, thighs already lifting for him as he lines up and starts to press in slowly. your body clutches around him immediately, the stretch making your head spin. "ohhh my- fuck," he groans, pushing in all the way until he bottoms out. "tight as ever. made to be fucked in."
you moan breathlessly and tip your head back, letting him start to plow into you. he doesn't waste any time in putting one leg up over his shoulder and thrusting so deep that his balls squish against the curve of your ass and his shaft forms a faint print in your belly from how huge he is. your head lolls back with each of his deep, grinding strokes.
"look at you," he whispers, eyes trained on your filthy expression. "getting ruined in your childhood room. all the innocent memories, corrupted by this one." he mocks you while fucking into you harder. you moan loudly, hands fisting at the sheets, then clawing his biceps, then running down his torso. you have no idea what to do with yourself right now. he's fucking you into oblivion and now you're completely out of it.
"bet your parents think you're still their good little girl," he pants, rocking into you, stretching you out with his fat shaft with every drag. you can feel every vein and the exact angle in which his cock curves inside you. "they don't know you're upstairs getting your pussy wrecked like this."
"please what?" he taunts, slowing his thrusts to an unbearable pace. "please fuck me harder?" he punctuates the question with a sharp thrust so deep inside you your vision swims. "or please fill me up in my little princess bed?" he coos, grinding his pelvis against yours. your mouth falls open in a silent scream as a particularly deep thrust hits your sweet spot, sending sparks of pleasure racing up your spine while your back arches off the bed, pressing your heaving tits more firmly against his chest. you can basically feel his heartbeat against yours, thudding in time with his sloppy thrusts.
" 'm gonna cum inside you," he grits, pounding into you hard, cock scraping against your plushy walls and the head of his cock kissing your cervix with every inward thrust. "goddamn, look at me. want you to -haa- remember this." your nails scrape his back. you're crying out softly, trying to stay quiet, but you're so close. you clamp down on him so hard when it hits that he chokes on a groan, hips stuttering as he starts spilling into you with a harsh jerk of his body.
his cock jerks and pulses as he hilts inside you, the thick head flaring inside you as he releases ropes of hot cum pumps into your greedy cunt, your womb quickly filling to the brim.
within seconds, excess semen is already bubbling out around his shaft, dripping down onto the sheets beneath your ass. your pussy clenches and ripples, desperately trying to milk every last drop of him, and he continues rocking his cock inside you as he cums, fingers moving to play with your clit, and you cum shortly after, gushing around his cock and adding to the mess on the bed.
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