toolazytoputwarnings lolol but big warning of cheating and pregnacy, for more context look the ao3 link
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You were an idiot, you had the must coveted guy that every girl in town wanted. Why you were cheating on him?
His hands made you feel beloved and cherished. So, why the others hands ripped off your cloths in a way your boyfriend never did. The adrenaline rush of his kisses wasn't the same as the chaste, delicate kisses Kouichi gave you.
"Don't leave marks" you begged to him when he kissed your neck. He just mocked you, and yet he did it, damn it.
"Why you have a bruise on your neck?" Kouichi asked, gently touching your neck. "A kid hit me while I was swimming, you have no idea how much I wanted to hit that brat," you excused yourself, just letting it pass while felt an intense gaze from afar.
His fingers were bruising your hips, accelerating his pelvis in an animal rhythm over the clothes. Moaning in your ear as he spoke the obscenities that your boyfriend denied you "He's too vanilla for a slut like you" he thrust pressing on your clitoris.
"So wet too soon?" He asked, surprised. "I've waited too long for you. Your parents aren't always away" you lied again, like if his brother hadn't used you before seeing him.
His tongue and his viscous saliva drove you crazy. Passing over your skin, inside your mouth, and when he was exploring you, opening your legs and submerging his face. Folding his flat tongue over the folds of your lips, as if he gets addicted to your taste, making you cum all over his mouth. Salivating to lick your hole and dipping a finger in it “This hole doesn’t get as much attention as your spoiled cunt” You were whiny when he paid attention to everything down there, making you look more pathetic than when you begged him to indulge you like that.
“You walk a little weird” your boyfriend said worried. "I may have a hemorrhoid, I must take care of myself" you leaned on him, giving you support in your discomfort.
It was horrible how you enjoyed his cock in your mouth, swallowing him even though you wanted to puke. "You look prettier with my cock in your mouth than with that guy's" He enjoyed watching you on the verge of tears, cumming without having to push your head onto his cock, being gentle while watching you swallow his cum. "You're disgusting" he said, pulling you into a messy kiss.
You choked when Kouichi grabbed your head forcefully towards his penis as he ejaculated, you coughed, spitting out the semen. "I got excited, sorry." He whispered in gasps, leaving kisses on your cheeks. "No problem." You went to wash your mouth in the bathroom, but someone was watching how clearly upset you were.
He thrust his cock in past the tip than you allowed him to "Souichi, just the tip." You hit his shoulder, burying your face in his neck. "If you begged me to fill you up, how can I do it if only the tip goes in?" He pushed roughly, pressing his chest against yours, breathing erratically. "I wonder how my brother will react when he finds out you're pregnant" he breathed in your ear in a lascivious rhythm that made your body tremble, pounded against his needy cock. "I want a little girl like you, beautiful... I can already imagine her calling me uncle, her favorite uncle." He continued fucking you slowly, sucking your boobs. "But if we're talking about you, having them big... I'd love to put it between them," he laughed. "I'd spoil them." He took your waist, looking at your face as you were teased. "And when they find out that she and you are mine, we'll escape together." He smiled, joining his lips with yours, coming inside you.
"Are you what..."
"Pregnant" you repeated to Kouichi
"It was that time when..."
"Yeah"
"But the pill"
"Apparently it failed"
You stayed on silent, he took your hands and smiled, "I'll take care of you and the bunch of cells forming inside you" he joked, pulling you into a kiss. "Let's be good parents."
It wasn't long before the news was announced to the other members of the Tsujii family, who celebrated and rejoiced.
"Congratulations" Souichi said to both of you.
"Thank you." Kouichi replied ambiguously to his brother.
"Thank you, Souichi" you said afterward, looking into his eyes, smiling in the way you both celebrated the pregnancy.
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yeah yeah i know my promises, i swear I'm working on everything. I've been for a lot Y3Y
Never, I’m just lazy and I can’t finish them, I have a lot but the majority looks like little fics, I’m working in some before I start a semester in college
Its a litte fanfic i wrote on school, enojoy my aberration
Ao3:
Spanish
https://archiveofourown.org/works/64186177
English
https://archiveofourown.org/works/64189684
Midday and you just woke up, sleeping in the office where Ichiro work was like sleeping on stones because of the lumpy couch , it wasn't the best for your back.
You look around, searching for the little demon who forced you to read certain books. «To expand your ignorant knowledge» was more like the pretext he always used to get you to spend the night with him, in silence, reading and eating.
“Ichiro..” You called, getting up from the couch, holding the thin blanket that covered you while you slept on your shoulders, covering your entire body. You used to sleep without pants or a bra, so you wouldn't change your habits even if you were sleeping in your boyfriend's office.
With your bare feet wandering around the usual sleeping spots nearby, all that was left was to check that spot under the desk. As expected, he was there with his head in a book, sitting on the floor and leaning his arms against the chair. You caressed his hair, playing with the peculiar protrusion of hair that made him look like an onion.
«Ichiro» you mumbled. He opened his eyes slightly, a plaintive grunt in the dim lighting of the room his first communication. “Are you still here?” He frowned.
“Where else would I be?” you asked naively. “I don’t know, maybe you’d leave when I was sleeping” He stretched out sitting still under the desk.
“I’ve never done that” you complained, he just ignored you yawning.
“Make me pancakes” he ordered standing up. “As you command” you said sarcastically rolling your eyes. You tied the ends of the blanket together like a cape to make your boyfriend's pancakes. Eggs, flour, milk, butter, and love were the exact ingredients for the perfect, simple pancake recipe. Although some of them burned, the excuse of your burning love for him was more than enough to shut him up.
Ichiro was watching you, sitting at the counter, supposedly reading but discreetly looking at you. “You should at least put on pants, Mephisto could see you if he came” he suggested ambiguously, although with that tone it could be mistaken for jealousy.
“Pancakes come out better when I'm half naked.”
“I don’t understand your logic” he complained, but didn’t question it further.
“Done” you placed the plate of pancakes in front of him, almost taking them off to devour them, slowly savoring the bites. “These go to ninth place.” He swallowed another piece. “Did I move up a place?” you asked excitedly. “No, they’re ninth, but from the good failures you make.” He ate another bite.
“At least I’m in first place” you said, he just shook his head, dashing your hopes. The marmalade syrup made his lips shiny, it was nice to see him running his tongue over the remains “I won’t give you”
“I wasn't thinking about food” you walked over to the couch where you'd spent the night, feeling the lumps forming on the cheap leather before sitting down. “We should get another couch.”
“We can barely afford the rent, it’s uncomfortable but it serves its purpose.” I speak from the kitchen. “That’s why I sleep on the floor sometimes.” I walk with the last pancake on a fork, looking at you and swallowing its last bite.
“You're a glutton” you sighed, lying down on the uncomfortable couch. “You're an exhibitionist, your panties are showing.” He pointed at your underwear.
“Shut up!” You turned your back on him, you felt him pecking at your shoulder as he seemed to crawl towards you. “Exhibitionist” he called you “what?”
“Here” he gave you a chip, “I found your bra on my face last night. When I was about to go to sleep” alarmed, you turned to look at him as he told his story, “I don’t understand why you wear a size that’s clearly not yours, it’s too big for yo-” you hit him in the face with a pillow.
“What do you care?” you turned your back on him again.
“They’re just fat balls”
“Of course” absolute silence on both sides “I don't understand what people find attractive about him” he continued speaking
”I don't know either” you replied and an idea came to you “but we can find out” you grabbed his shirt and threw him towards you, leaving him a bit bewildered by your actions
“brute, as always”
“We’re just putting your theory into practice, does it bother you that I’m curious?”“Not at all” you took his hand to run it over a boob, his obedient hand stiffened at the approach
“Squeeze if you like” He did, squeezing gently before attempting a more daring grip. Watching your facial expressions and how the lump of fat molded in his hand, your breathing interested him more; he controlled it.
He sat on top of you with his legs on either side of your hips and leaned down using both hands. “Interesting.” He squeezed harder. You had all his attention on your sighs. He brought his face closer to yours as he analyzed your moans and gasps while breathing.
His butt was pressing against your pelvis, and you gave him a little push with your pelvis to get more of that friction. His eyes lit up with shock. “That’s new, what a reaction you’ll get.” He unconsciously pushed his butt down, increasing the pressure, about to bring his lips closer to yours.
“But what-” the sound of a voice and the sudden fall of some things brought them out of their lascivious bubble “indecent!” Mephisto shouted.
They both looked at each other and looked at Mephisto
warnig: cringe porfavor no lean, me muero de pena, no sé por qué escribí esto, mucho relleno, lo bueno está en el final. lo hice en clase libre durante la escuela, falta de sueño y de no comer hacen buenas historias.
Ao3:
Español
https://archiveofourown.org/works/64186177
English
https://archiveofourown.org/works/64189684
Medio día y apenas despertabas, dormir en la oficina donde trabajaba Ichiro era como dormir sobre piedras por los sillones abultados, no eran lo mejor para la espalda.
Miras a tus alrededores buscando al pequeño demonio que te obligo a leer ciertos libros «Para ampliar tu conocimiento ignorante» más bien era el pretexto de siempre usaba para que pasaras la noche con él, en silencio, leyendo y comiendo.
“Ichiro..” lo llamaste levantándote del sillón, sujetando la delgada cobija que te cubría mientras dormías en tus hombros cubriéndote todo el cuerpo. Se había hecho costumbre dormir sin pantalones y sin sostén, entonces no cambiarías tus hábitos aunque estuvieras durmiendo en la oficina de tu novio.
Con los pies descalzos por lugares cercanos usuales donde soliera dormir Ichiro, solo faltaba revisar ese lugar debajo del escritorio. Como se esperaba, estaba allí con la cabeza sobre un libro, sentado en el piso y apoyando sus brazos contra la silla. Acariciaste su cabello jugueteando con su particular sobre saliente de pelo que lo hacía ver como una cebolla.
«Ichiro» murmuraste. Abrió los ojos un poco, un gruñido quejoso por la iluminación de la habitación fue su primera comunicación “¿Sigues aquí?” fruncio el ceño.
“¿Dónde más estaría?” preguntaste con ingenuidad “No sé, tal vez te irías cuando yo estuviera durmiendo” se estiró sentado, aún debajo del escritorio.
“Nunca he hecho eso” te quejaste, él solo ignoró bostezando.
“Hazme pancakes” ordeno poniéndose de pie. “Como ordene el señor” dijiste sarcásticamente, volteando los ojos.
Amarraste los extremos de la manta como si se tratara de una capa, para hacer los panqueques de tu novio. Huevos, harina, leche, mantequilla y amor; fueron los ingredientes exactos para la perfecta y simple receta de pancakes, aunque algunos salieran quemados, la excusa del ardiente amor que sentías por él era más que suficiente para callarle la boca.
Volteando la cara del pancake, Ichiro te veía, sentado en el mostrador, supuestamente leyendo pero discretamente dirigiendo la mirada a ti “deberías ponerte tan siquiera pantalones, Mefisto podría verte si llegara” sugirió ambiguo aunque se pudiera confundir con celos con aquel tono.
“Los pancakes me salen mejor cuando estoy medio desnuda”
“No entiendo tu lógica” se quejó pero no cuestiono más allá.
“Listo” pusiste el plato de pancakes frente de él, casi quitándotelos para devorarlos, lentamente degustando los bocados “estos van al noveno puesto” trago en seco otro pedazo “subí de puesto?” preguntaste emocionada “no, son del noveno pero de los fracasos buenos que haces” comió otro bocado.
“Al menos estoy en el primer puesto” dijiste, él solo negó con la cabeza, abatiendo tus esperanzas.
El jarabe de mable ponía sus labios brillosos, era lindo verlo pasando su lengua relamiendo los restos “no te daré”
“No pensaba en comida” te dirigiste al sillón donde pasaste la noche, sentiste los grumos que se formaban en la superficie del cuero barato antes de sentarte. “Deberíamos comprar otro sillón”
“Apenas podemos con la renta, es incómodo pero hace su propósito.” hablo desde la cocina “Por eso duermo en el suelo, a veces” camino con el último pancake en un tenedor, mirándote y tragando su último bocado.
“Eres un glotón” suspiraste acostándote en el incómodo sillón “tú una exhibicionista, se te ven los calzones” apunto a tu ropa interior
“cállate!” le diste la espalda, sentiste como picoteaba tu hombro mientras parecía gatear hacia ti “exhibicionista” te llamo “que”
“Toma” te dio una papa frita “encontré tu sostén en mi cara anoche.. Cuando estaba apuntó de dormir” alarmada, volteas a verlo mientras relataba su historia “no entiendo por qué usas una talla que claramente no es la tuya, te queda muy grande-” le golpeas en la cara con una almohada.
“Que te importa” le diste la espalda otra vez
“solo son bolas de grasa”
“claro” silencio absoluto en ambos “no entiendo que le ven de atractivo” siguió hablando
“yo tampoco sé” respondiste y te llego una idea “pero podemos descubrirlo” tomaste su camisa y lo lanzaste hacia ti, dejándolo arriba un tanto desconcertado de tus acciones
“bruta, como siempre”
“Solo estamos poniendo en práctica tu teoría, te molesta que sea curiosa?”
“Para nada” tomaste su mano para pasarla por un seno, su obediente mano se puso rígida al acercamiento
“aprieta si gustas” así lo hizo, apretó suavemente para después intentar un agarre más atrevido. Observando los gestos de tu cara y como la bola de grasa se moldeaba en su mano pero tu respiración le intereso más, él la controlaba.
Se sentó arriba de ti con sus piernas a los costados de tu cadera y se inclinó usando ambas manos “interesante” apretó más, tenías toda su atención en tus suspiros, acerco su cara a la tuya mientras analizaba tus quejidos y tabas al respirar
su trasero hacía presión en tu pelvis, con necesidad le diste un pequeño empujón con tu pelvis para obtener más de esa fricción. Sus ojos brillaron de impresión “eso es nuevo, que más reacciones tendrás” inconscientemente empujo su trasero hacia abajo, intensificando la presión, a punto de acercar sus labios con los tuyos
“pero que-” el sonido de una voz y el repentino caer de unas cosas los saco de su burbuja lasciva “indecentes!” grito Mefesto.
