NSFW | soft sex with a gentle giant
He watches your chest rise faster, feels your palms on his chest, ever so slightly pushing him away, yet he stays and stares at you, watching every expression and movement you made, refusing to let go as he keeps you underneath him, so full of him, as you’ve taken him before.
Your poor attempt to push him away does nothing to get him off you, his will stronger than your desire to escape how he made you feel, and how full he felt inside of you.
“I can’t take it”, you said, but that couldn’t be farther from the truth. Not when he’s made love to you before and will do so again, showing you again and again you can take him. Take all the love he so strongly desires to give you, even if your body tries its hardest to push him away, to escape the long drag of his cock sliding deep inside you, little by little.
He does nothing but watch, the light in his eyes meeting your own as there’s nothing but affection and adoration in them, watching you fall apart as he gives you his all.
And you take him, as you have before, and will again, feeling his cock inch his way inside you, thighs threatening to shut around his hips while he thrusts himself inside, ever so slowly, his eyes never leaving your face as he watches your brows furrow, and your breath quicken the deeper he gets inside.
His arms, heavily planted beside your shoulders as he lowers himself, to plant a kiss beneath your chin, down to your neck, deeply mumbling sweet nothings as you tremble beneath him.
He hears you, and he listens, answering your soft whines with the sweetest kisses and softest touch as his lips linger on your neck, pressing so gently as his hair tickles your skin in just the slightest. He moves, continuing, until his lips find the other side of your neck, sucking just long enough to leave a mark of his affection behind. But you say nothing, focusing your breathing in an attempt to calm down, just like he told you.
“Breathe, mi amor..” he told you, doing so with his lips now beside your ear as you swear you could hear every breath of his own, making contact with the skin on the curves of your neck where he’s buried, a soft and warm wind grazing your skin in the slightest.
For a second, he thought back on how sensitive you used to be. His body hovering over yours on the bed in your room, two teenagers exploring intimacy as his breath mingled with yours, the softest kisses on your skin as he sucked and nipped at your skin, slowly around your neck, just as he was now.
Memories of watching you shy away as his lips press on your neck, your room filled only with the smallest sounds of his mouth meeting your neck, suckling as the slightest red appeared on the surface.
He cherished all of it, from the start of exploring intimacy together during your youth as seniors in high school, to the present, showing you what he learned in that time by loving you just the way you liked. Whether that meant being by your side soaking in each others warmth quietly underneath the blanket, or sliding himself so slow and deep enough you swear you could feel him in your stomach, kissing you along the way.
But soon enough, when his skin meets yours, meeting you all the way inside, you can’t help but breathe hastily at how full you felt. Your thighs trembling slightly at the stretch of him penetrating your insides, as he’s quick to hush your cries, swallowing them with his full lips against your own, as he shifts upwards further to press deep inside you, adoring the way your breath picks up and your eyes widen, lips open just enough to let your breaths leave you.
Steadily, he makes the move to roll his hips against your own, slowly, quick to swallow the moan you let out the instant he did as he sunk deep inside, pulling out to thrust back in, as the pitch of your voice began to escalate.
The creaking of the bed became an instrument in the orchestra you two played, your song of cries mingling with the cymbals of his heavy breath, intertwining together to make a symphony of intimacy and longing love.
Yasutora wouldn’t want it any other way, to have you underneath him singing songs of pleasure and crying his name, as every roll of his hips to slide back inside you felt like heaven, swearing your cunt sucked him back in anytime he threatened to slip back out, with your ring of flesh pulling him in each time.
“Shit— carino.. it’s like you’re pulling me in—“ he struggled, his breathing heavy as his attempts to quell his ravenous desire to go faster and go harder were tougher the more you tightened around him, like the feeling of his body rolling against your own as the sweat in between glued you together wasn’t enough.
But he didn’t still, continuing to please you as he was driven to do so with passion, taking a strong hand to lift your thigh as he angled your hips on the bed, somehow thrusting even deeper as he had further reach to thrust inside you.
“Yasutora—!”
Your cries of pleasure swam around his ears and into the bank of his mind, taking them in as they drove him to go deeper, go harder, and he did, rolling his hips against yours with your skin flushed together so closely you felt like you could truly intertwine with him any moment and be one, as his heavy breaths beside your ear told you he was close, your cunt telling him you were, too.
The view you had from below of him on top of you made you react, your walls tightening around him the second your gaze lingered on his chiseled face, parted lips releasing heavy grunts, rolling abs, and loving eyes, never parting from your form as he looked down at you, giving you his all.
And the sight of you beneath him, sweaty and flushed in all your glory, sweet soft lips parting to mewl his name, breasts bouncing with every thrust, and your eyes, teary with pleasure and overstimulation from it all as the fullness of his cock inside you was too much, lidded by your eyelids as they threatens to roll back, only to focus as rolled them back to him, giving him the same lustful and passionate gaze he gave you.
The look in your eyes and sounds of your voice was what got to him, the sudden feeling he knew too well pooling in the lower half of his body as he began to go faster, and sloppier, driven to make you cum before he did.
And you did, locking your arms around his giant frame and digging your nails into his skin with a loud cry, shaking violently in his arms as he took in the way your eyes rolled back and shut the second you came, tightening so harshly around his cock that it pulled him out of his own lustful haze, spilling deep inside of you with a last few final thrusts, thumbing your clit in circles to get you through your high.
But that wasn’t enough for Yasutora, no. He wanted more, wanted to make you feel more, and he gave you more. So before you could even recover from your last climax, he slipped outside to stroke his cock, reading himself again to enter inside you again before flipping you over, to your surprise.
You clutched the sheets with wide eyes, looking back at him as you only met his eyes looking back, staring deeply into yours with affection, as his hand rubbed at your plump backside.
“Yasutora, I—“
“I know you can take it, my love. I want to make you feel good..”
Looking back at him, after a moment of thought you nodded, warmth filling your cheeks, as he was always eager to please.
With a slow breath and release of the tension in your muscles, the pads of his fingers spread your cheeks wide enough, earning a groan from behind while he parted your lips, watching how his cum spilled out from inside of you.
But he wasted no time, planting his arms back to where they were to hover over you while you felt him slide back inside, letting go of the breath you didn’t realize you were holding in.
He checked up on you once more, a hand caressing your sides and your cheek as you smiled back, faltering for a moment the second he moved.
The night went on as his hips rolled against your backside, rhythmically rocking back and forth while the chirps of cicadas and crickets were lost on your consciousness, fading away in the background of your mind, as you were much more focused on the sensation he made you feel.
Already being overstimulated from coming once, twice, thrice, at least, to your recollection, it wasn’t hard to find yourself tightening around him again with the way your clit rubbed against the surface of the sheets.
He felt you too, he knew you were close, the way your voice pitched higher and your grip on the sheets grew tighter, feeling the same as he rocked himself inside and out of your cunt.
And it didn’t take long for his deep grunts and your whiny moans to intertwine, swiftly reaching down with big hands to your own much smaller ones to meet as he kept at it, going faster, with the jingle of his gold coin necklace rocking with him.
The closer he got to his release, the lower he bent, his chest against your chest practically burying you in the sheets beneath his body to surround you as he felt the way you tightened around his cock, gripping his hands, telling him all, as he felt you cum all over him, shaking with the same intensity as before, if not more, as this brought upon his own release, spilling deep inside of you for the last time that night.
Yasutora stilled, his pelvis locked to the skin of your ass cheeks as the hold of his arms beside you faltered for just a second, cumming in thick ropes as it painted your insides. Even with his strength, the feeling of you wrapped around him so tightly while he came made it difficult to hold himself up above you for long, so carefully, he pulled out inch by inch, earning a whine from you as the slick sound of him leaving your cunt wasn’t lost on you.
It took a moment to catch your breath, sweat sticking to your skin and in turn the sheets, while you honestly felt empty, now that he no longer filled you.
But you didn’t mind, as the aftercare always made up for it.
He picked you up, washed you down with the gentlest touch in the tub you shared, and laid you back down, on fresh, new sheets.
And no matter how much time has passed, he’s proven to you time and time again, he’ll always love you, just the way you liked.
