Aizen is arrogant, pretentious, and conceited. He has zero respect for others, especially the weak. He's no different in bed. His demented inclination only triples. Many believe he is incapable of being humane.
He has you on all fours; your ass and neck are red from his large calloused hands, scalp screaming from the torturous grip he has on your hair. Mascara stains your cheeks as you lie helplessly ass up for him to continue his ravenous indulgence in your body.
You liked it. The way he unforgivably uses your body as stress relief. He never doubted that for a second. You were a filthy brat who desired to be ruined. By the way, your greedy cunt milks him for all he's worth is more than enough proof that you're no better than him.
"What's wrong, doll?" He mocks from behind you, one leg planted on the bed, the other kneeling. He's so deep, you can't function. "Don't go shy on me now." He's pounding into your overstimulated walls, making you scream out. You grab at the cot he has you on, clawing at the fabric, attempting an escape.
"Tch." He clicks, "What did I say about moving?" He pulls you back with a rapid jerk. "I see," He taunts, "You need me to help you remain still." He puts his foot on your head, forcing your body to stay immobile. You wince at the sudden pressure.
"That's ~thrust~ more ~thrust~ like ~thrust~ it." He snarls. "A brat of your caliber must be forced into submission." You sob, mouth open, delirious from pleasure, refusing to acknowledge how his malicious words make you clench around him. "Hate you." You choke out, fisting the mat.
"You don't fuck people you hate, darling." He corrects, his fingernails making crescent shapes in your hips. He flips his hair out of his face, strands falling back in front of his view of you swallowing him. "I admire your dedication to conceal your desires."
He leans forward, thrusts faltering, and you feel his hot breath on the nape of your neck. "You can't fool me." He says, running his hands up and down your back. "I will never judge you for your hedonistic nature." "We have that much in common."
You begin to cry for a different reason: relief. Your depraved desires overwhelmed you, terrified to be honest with your previous partners. Here, you lie under a man who would never deprive you of such primal needs.
Your body shakes as you sob. He leans back; he moves in and out of you intimately. "I feel every part of you." He says low. His demeanor changes as he moves his foot off your head, rolling you over.
He moves between your legs, pushing his sturdy body over yours. He moves your hair out of your face, wiping the tears from your face. His strokes are passionate yet rough.
He hits your G-spot with every vigorous thrust. Your toes curl as you wrap your legs around his waist, reaching up to claw at his broad back. He peers down at you with an expression you have never seen from him.
"I understand you." He runs one of his hands through your hair. "I can fulfill your deepest, darkest desires." It feels as if he has begun making love to you, for once touching you softly. Your eyes roll back as you dig harder into his delts.
"Please let me come again." You plead, "I need it." He puts his weight on his forearms, thrusting faster but with the same passionate depth as before. "Come for me, darling." He says, slightly out of breath. "Show me how good you feel."
With his permission, you come, fresh tears falling from your eyes. You grab on to him, attempting to ground yourself as your orgasm makes you shake and whimper. He pushes his face into your neck, inhaling the perfume behind your ear.
He grunts as his thrusts come closer together. "I can feel your trust." He pants into your ear. His dick throbs as he climaxes, coming inside you while he groans. Relaxing over you, he pulls back to look at your face.
You feel everything and nothing; you're overstimulated and understimulated. Your head spins as you hold him, and he holds you. What is this feeling? You gaze up at him as your brows furrow in confusion.
"I believe you mistake love for hate, darling." He insists, staying inside you. "There is a thin line between the two." He nuzzles his nose against yours, making you freeze.
He hesitantly takes your mouth in his, kissing you. You kiss him back. It's passionate and sensual. You hold his face as he tangles his tongue with yours. You sigh into the kiss, feeling him so close and vulnerable makes your heart jump.
He cradles you.
He cherishes you.
He understands you.
This is for the peeps who fear they may be a little too freaked out sometimes🥲. I like writing a soft side of Aizen sometimes, this felt intimate lol.
You think Angel and Aki go well together, not only in their work but also in their relationship. You've always imagined what their sexual dynamic was, what sounds they made, how passionate they were. You never imagined you'd get the opportunity to witness it for yourself.
You sit in the large leather armchair facing Aki's bed. The room has a soft, warm glow from his lamps.
Your whole body tingles with adrenaline, blood pumping.
Your cock strains in your pants, so hard it hurts.
Angel lies naked on the bed under Aki, stomach flat, cock pressed against the mattress, legs bent in the air.
Aki's large frame covers Angle completely as he runs his hands over his waist and hips.
You admire the way his body bends, giving you a perfect view of his knee-high socks.
All Aki has on now is his unbuttoned dress shirt, which he quickly discards as soon as his arms are free from holding himself up.
Angle whines at the loss of contact, and Aki chuckles.
"What, pretty boy?" He taunts, "Hungry for something?"
He climbs back over Angel, moving his hair off his face and neck as he slides his dick along Angel's ass, spreading precum over him.
Your dick twitches in your pants, and you move your hand to palm your own erection, needing relief.
A wet spot is undoubtedly left on your underwear.
Aki notices the slight shift. "Aw, look," He grabs Angel's chin gently, turning his gaze to you.
"Already touching himself, and I haven't even stuffed you yet."
You shudder at his crass language, cheeks burning red.
Aki turns his attention back to the Angel, moving his hands along his body, palming his ass, and kneading the fat.
His large thumb presses against Angel's hole before he lets spit fall from his tongue, coating his exposed opening.
He sinks his finger in until he's knuckle deep, beginning to finger fuck him.
Angel squirms under him, turning his cheek to look over at you.
His face is red like yours, partly from embarrassment and partly from arousal.
You sit up, pushing your pants and underwear past your hips.
You readjust yourself before you begin stroking your cock, swiping your thumb over the leaking tip, spreading it down the shaft.
Through heavy-lidded eyes, you look at Angel, eye meeting his.
He grinds against the bed, a response to your prolonged eye contact.
"Ready?" Aki asks Angel as he removes his thumb.
Angel nods his head, getting onto all fours, anticipating the familiar stretch of his lover.
Aki positions himself behind him, putting one leg up.
Spitting on his hand, he strokes himself a few times before positioning himself.
He looks over at you as he pushes past Angel's entrance, giving him only the tip until he relaxes completely.
Angel's head falls as he gasps for air, attempting to adjust to Aki's large member.
Your breath is shaky as you watch them; it's even better than you imagined.
He sinks the rest of the way in, bottoming out deep in Angel.
Grabbing at the sheets, Angel takes everything Aki gives him.
"Take it, I know you can." Aki huffs, fucking into him.
You continue to stroke yourself as you watch Aki pound into Angel like he's made to take his cock, never letting up.
Your free hand grips the arm of the chair, scratching at the leather as you jerk yourself off.
Aki leans forward, grabbing a fist of Angel's hair, using it as leverage to fuck Angel back onto him.
Angel lets out a noise along with his repetitive whimpers and whines, something like a purr.
“I think he likes this.” Angel chokes out.
Aki chuckles again, “He’s been so eager to watch, I’m sure he does”.
“Let’s see how well you’re taking me.” He says, spreading Angel's cheeks to watch the way his cock splits him open.
“F-fuck.” Angel gasps before Aki pushes his face down into the mattress, muffling his needy noises.
You fight to keep your eyes open as the pleasure overwhelms you.
As you feel like you're about to cum, your name is whispered.
You open your eyes all the way to see Angel reaching for you as Aki takes him from behind.
“C’mere,” Angel whines with teary eyes.
You get up, pushing down the frustration of edging yourself.
You stand in front of him, and before you can ask what he needs, his mouth opens, tongue falling out like he's offering it to you.
Without hesitation, you slide the underside of your shaft along his tongue, feeding your cock into his open maw.
Aki pants as he grabs Angel's ass, continuing to watch the way he slides in and out of him so easily.
Angel looks up at you through his lashes as he closes his mouth around you, swirling his tongue around the now extremely sensitive tip.
You won’t last long, considering the fact that you almost came and that he takes you so perfectly.
“Oh- god.” You croak, holding onto his hair.
“I’m not sure I want to share that mouth,” Aki remarks from behind, a smirk on his face.
Sweat sits on this collarbone as his hair falls around his face.
“Too fuckin good.”
You don’t think he’s talking to you.
Based on the way he caters to Angel and whispers praise to him, you think you’re presence is a second thought to Aki.
Angel wanted you here.
He wanted you to watch.
This is for him.
The thought of that alone makes your balls turn up as your muscles contract.
Angel hollows out his cheeks, sucking you as hard as he can, bobbing up and down.
You cum in his mouth, shooting thick ropes down his throat.
He swallows around you, licking every last drop from your overstimulated tip.
You watch in amazement as he pulls off of you with a plop, licking his lips.
You involuntarily reach out, running your thumb over his lips.
He opens his mouth once again, this time taking your thumb.
At the same time, Aki reaches around, starting to stroke Angel at the same pace that he pounds into him.
“Cum for me, baby.” He grunts, coming close to his climax too.
With Aki’s permission, Angel orgasms, cumming all over the sheets.
His whole body heaves as he tries to ground himself, reaching back to grab at Aki's strong arm.
Instead of welcoming Angels' reach for support, he places a hand on his neck, pulling his body up.
Aki gives him a few more intense pumps before cumming inside him, filling him.
You, Aki, and Angel all pant, coming down from your individual highs.
Maybe next time you'll do more than watch.
AN: Request from a special someone. I've never done male reader before so I hope y'all like it!
You can't keep doing this; you're so bad for each other, all you ever do is fight and yell. Choso has an explosive temper; when it's mixed with yours, it can get so out of hand. He knows this… but can he say goodbye one more time?
His head hangs as he towers over you. His body feels heavier than usual, weighed down by remorse.
Silent tears roll down his face as he holds you close, the embrace almost suffocating. Does he really have to let go?
"It hurts so fucking bad." He whimpers into the crook of your neck, tears sticking to your skin.
You rub his back, and tears also fall from your eyes; less than him, you've already had time to accept that it's over.
"I know, baby." You coo as he squeezes you tighter.
"Please, don't do this." His pleas go ignored; you've heard them all before.
You burrow your hands under his jacket, feeling his warm body, comforting him as best you can.
Why can't this just work?
"I'm sorry." He sniffles.
"You can be so mean, cho." You remind him, breaking down a little more at the sight of him falling apart in your arms.
"I love you." He mummbles, knowing that sometimes it's not enough.
You bury your face into his chest. If you say it back, you'll lose it.
His lips brush your neck, and he plants open-mouth kisses on the skin, salty from his tears.
"Cho." You beg, knowing what he needs right now.
"Please," He pants into your neck, "I need to feel close to you one more time."
You sigh, a single tear falling down your cheek, that's the only tear he'll be getting from you tonight.
"After everything-" You start.
Memories of your arguments flood your brain: Both of your explosive tempers, things being thrown, his wandering eye, his inability to understand your frustration.
You would never really resolve issues, often fucking each other till you feel better, a temporary fix to much deeper problems.
He interrupts you with a shaky voice, "I know I don't deserve it, I just need you so bad."
You know you want it too, but you don't feel like you should let him have this.
As you begin to give in to his warm lips on your neck and ear, you think about how you're gonna regret this.
Can you ever have any self-control?
He pulls back, and his tear-filled eyes meet yours.
One more time.
You crash your lips into his, and your faces smush together, hands on his wet cheeks.
He gives in instantly, grabbing your waist with a fierce grip.
He walks you back to the bedroom. Both of you stumble over your feet, and you make your way back to the only problem solver you've ever known.
You rip off your tank top, discarding it in the hallway as your hands fly to his belt buckle.
His tongue slides in your mouth, and you rip off the long leather strap from his pants, moving to the button and zipper.
Before you know it, the back of your knees hits the edge of the bed.
The room is lit only with moonlight. The lack of light only heightens every other sense.
You fall back onto the mattress, and he climbs over you.
You push your shorts down, along with the feeling of dread that floods you as you remember how this night will end.
He continues to kiss your neck as he pushes down his already undone pants and underwear, freeing himself.
You pull him up by his face so his eyes can meet yours, lining him up with your entrance.
You stare at each other as he barriers himself inside of you. You both sigh as he breaches your opening, filling you.
Your mouth hangs open as your eyes close, trying to focus on feeling.
Hooking your legs around him, you grab the hair on the back of his neck, pulling him as close as possible.
His thick cock fucks in and out of you passionately, each stroke an ask of forgiveness, a promise to deliver you pleasure the best way he knows how.
His pelvis slams into yours as he keeps a ruthless pace.
The soft, open-mouth kisses he places on your collarbone and chest are a better representation of his hope for everything to be ok.
He fucks you like he hates you, but you both know that couldn't be further from the truth.
It always amazed you how he could make the dirtiest sex feel like making love.
Always so raw and passionate, how bad he needed you.
You rub yourself between your bodies as he anoints your chest with saliva from his maw.
"You feel…" He trails off as he loses himself in you.
You claw down his back, taking everything he gives you as your orgasm begins to engulf you.
He pants and whines in your ear as he scrapes along your wall, hitting your deepest spots.
You always take everything he offers you, draining him of every struggle.
"Just like that, cho." You insist, and you fall off the edge, legs beginning to shake.
You cum hard, gasping for air as you ripple around him, muscles contracting as you hold onto him.
His soft pants turn into low grunts, sweat beads drip down his lower back.
"Love you." He whispers meakly, fucking into you steadily.
"I'm-fuck- sorry." He reaches to grab your wrists, pinning them above your head.
He holds you in place as he reaches his climax, cumming inside of you like he has countless times before.
This time feels different. It's like his body is giving you every last drop because it knows this is the last time.
He kisses you deeply, tongue darting in your mouth.
His saliva helps with the dryness left in your mouth by the earth-shattering orgasm you just experienced.
Both of your bodies heave until relaxing. You feel his body weight on you, a familiar, warm, and heavy feeling that you know you'll miss.
His head falls on your chest as he inhales your scent.
Even though you know this was a mistake, you don't regret it.
His large arms wrap around you, hugging you close.
Playing with his long hair, you twirl it in between your fingertips.
The room is dark and quiet, the ceiling fan being the only noise to distract you from the fact that he's going to leave.
As tears well up in your eyes, you tighten your jaw, holding back a sob.
"I think you need to go now, cho."
He lets out a long, shaky cry into your chest before pulling back.
He stands up like it physically pains him, avoiding eye contact.
Pulling up his pants and zipping them, he looks for his belt on the ground.
You pull the bed sheet over you, curling up into a fetal position, trying to keep your composure unti you hear the click of the front door.
You feel a dip in the mattress beside you, a large hand resting on your arm.
You nudge away, not being able to take the pain of his love.
He gets the message, rising from the bed and walking out of the room.
After hearing the shuffling of feet and zipping of bags, the sound of the door opening and closing is the loudest of all.
You let it out, full body sobbing into the pillow. All of this for nothing.
This really was the last time.
AN: I know I need to write for someone else but Choso comes so naturally for me. I love requests so keep em' coming!
For the holiday season, you thought it would be funny to tease the great lord Aizen. Of course, you would be the only one able to get away with the things you have planned.
What a sight this is.
Your large bedroom is suitable for royalty, with lights dimmed, candles lit, and a large king bed with black silk sheets.
On top of the bed lies your lover, cuffed to the bed with a tie in his mouth.
This is absolutely not the norm. Typically, you would be the one bound and gagged.
You would be in trouble for being a brat, no doubt, but you've been good lately. When you brought up a certain Christmas wish, Aizen reluctantly agreed.
You wear a dark purple set, lacey and see-through. Thigh highs run up your calves, hooking to the bottom of the set.
"Who's pathetic now?" You taunt, biting back a smirk.
He rolls his eyes, adjusting himself. The way he's lying reveals his thick print through his underwear.
Standing at the edge of the bed, you dangle the keys to the handcuffs in front of his face, taunting him.
Obviously, he could get out of the cuff. He could do anything he wanted to, but that's what makes everything so much more exciting.
He's letting you do this.
His eyes narrow at your gesture, as his jaw flexes.
You smirk, placing them on the bed before turning around and bending over slightly.
You pull your panties to the side, giving him a direct view of your dripping cunt.
You look back as you run your finger up and down your slit, gathering your wetness.
"What's wrong, hun?" You hum, "Cats got ya tongue?"
He groans, bucking his hips, begging for friction he's not gonna get.
It gets you impossibly wet knowing you can do this to the most dominant and assertive man you know.
That's what you do to him.
He may grab your hips in public, or he may maintain a dominant hand on your neck, guiding you through crowds, but here, in the privacy of your home, you have the power right now.
Turing back around, you crawl onto the bed.
Slowly making your way up his long, slender body. You kiss his thighs, his abs, his forearms, his biceps, his chest, and finally his neck.
You kiss and lick, no doubt giving him a large bruise, which makes you laugh.
Aizen may not be the biggest fan of hickies, often calling them trashy, but with how your warm tongue feels on his jugular, you doubt he really minds.
He yanks his arms slightly to get your attention, and you look into his dark brown eyes.
They're darker than usual, like he's daring you to do something.
You understand, obeying him despite your position.
Biting your lip, you make your way back down his body to his underwear.
God, he's hard.
Looking up at him through your lashes, you pull down his underwear, tearing them off his ankles.
His long cock pops out, dripping with precum.
He groans, the sound muffled by the fabric in his mouth.
Every sound he makes is motivation to keep going.
Placing your hand on his strong thighs, you position your mouth over his sensitive and neglected tip.
You maintain eye contact as you take him in your mouth slowly, licking around his slit.
He bucks his hips up to fuck your mouth, but you force down his hips. He lets you hold him down, glaring into you.
You can't help but have a small smile spread across your face. You love it when he allows you to take control.
You hollow out your cheeks as you take him deeper, sucking him to his base, gagging at the feeling of his tip lodged in your throat.
You know he wishes he could grab you by your hair, fucking your mouth, and using you as he pleases.
With such things in mind, you take your time, coming up now and then to flick your tongue over the tip.
You take your mouth off just to replace it with your hand after spitting on it, the heavy glob landing on your palm, assisting you in lubricating his rock-hard dick.
You gaze up at him in admiration as you stroke him slowly, reaching your other hand down, you palm his balls, rolling them and squeezing slightly.
He tries to stay still so you can't know just how crazy you're making him right now.
He absolutely loves it when you suck his cock. The sight of your pretty eyes looking up at him as you wrap your lips around him. There's nothing like it.
You arch your back, giving him a good direct sight of your round ass, swallowing your purple thong.
His chest rises as he falls as you take care of him, taking him just how he likes.
Tears run down your cheeks as you continue your movements, stroking him with your hand when you need to come up for air.
Based on how he grunts through the te and how his legs twitch slightly, you know he's about to come.
You keep up your pace, but you stroke him harder, a tight grip around him like he's going to escape.
The last few sounds he makes before he comes sound something like a whine. If you didn't know any better, you would think he was begging.
He shoots his load down your throat with little to no warning, filling your throat.
Moaning around his thick dick, he probably feels the vibration of your throat greedily taking everything he gives you.
You swallow every last drop, sucking him dry.
He shifts in overstimulation when you continue to suck him.
You pull off his cock with a loud plop. He's still hard as you climb up his body.
You need him to fill you so bad.
Removing the gag, he huffs as he inhales sharply, yanking on the cuffs again.
'Why don't you go ahead and remove these?" He asks, but this isn't really a question; it's more of a demand.
You bite your lip, not really knowing what you're in for.
"Hmm, gorgeous," he tsks. He sports a fake pout on his face as he scans yours. "Why so hesitant?"
"Scared I'm going to hurt you." He grins
You snicker, reaching back to grab the keys.
"If I'm lucky." You taunt back, reaching up to his wrists, sticking the key in the small hole, freeing him.
You can't be dominant for too long.
AN: Kinky Santa entry for @worldsetfree. Hope you enjoy!
Sharing a bed with Choso is always amazing. You love waking up with him. Ever since his obsession with the idea of you carrying his child has grown, he just has to have you in the morning and you couldn't be more willing.
Your tired eyes blink awake, feeling Choso wrap his leg around you. The familiar prod of his hard cock pressing on your lower back wakes you up completely.
He grunts into your neck as he rutts his length against you. Small whines leave his lips, pleas for you to take care of him.
He's hot to the touch, needy as always.
"What's wrong, baby?" You coo, voice groggy with sleepiness.
He hides his face in the pillow, whimpering into it. He continues to hump your back, hoping you'll get the message and not make him spell it out.
"Use your words." You say, turning your neck to look at him.
The small amount of light peaking through the curtains illuminates his face and body, glistening with a small amount of sweat.
His hair is splayed out, free from the confines of his usual pigtails.
His Adam's apple bobs in his throat as he groans again.
Are you really gonna make him say it?
He secretly loves it when you make him say exactly what he wants. It's torture; it makes him feel pathetic.
"Please," he whines, "Need you."
You turn your head back, laying it on the pillow. "Always so needy in the morning." You tease, grinding your soaked core back up on his thigh.
"Good boys who do what they're told get rewards."
He huffs in relief, shifting down the bed to where his dick is even with your cunt.
He reaches down, gathering your wetness.
"Fuck." He whispers
He reaches back up, spitting on his hand before stroking his cock with his saliva.
You arch back slightly for easy access. He holds your hips as he lines himself up with you.
He pushes in, and you both groan. You can't help but notice how painfully hard he is. You would never deprive him of such primal needs.
You gasp as he fucks you from the side. You squeeze your legs slightly, making it an even tighter fit.
"You always feel so good, so wet." He pants into your ear as he hits you deep.
You nod, moans and gasps come after each pludge. He's greedy with the way he holds you close to him.
His sizable stature looks comical next to you. That's why it's no surprise when he picks you up with ease, laying you down on the bed.
Your stomach meets the mattress before he grips your hips, pulling you back so you're ass is up.
"Love mommy like this." He grunts, sliding into you once more.
This angle always feels unreal. The way his dick rams into you at this angle makes you drool.
You're so sensitive from the night before that he's gonna make you cum like this, and he knows it.
The new position ignites something in him as he goes harder, no doubt bruising you.
You drench his cock and pelvis, slick coating his base.
You moan out into the pillows as he continues to use you.
"Good boy, cho." You praise in between whimpers, "Fucking me just how I like."
He throws his head back at the way you eulogize him. "All for you, mommy," He hisses, "just wanna make you feel good."
You hum in approval, concentrating on your impending orgasm.
You clench his cock as you grip the sheets, groaning loudly into the mattress, paying no mind to the volume of the noises.
The darkness of the room and the pressure of his abs against your back make you feel like you're dreaming.
The gravity of your climax brings you back to life as it washes over you, making your legs shake uncontrollably.
He holds you to him as he fucks you onto his thick cock, kissing your cheek.
He places his hand on your throat to handle you just right, getting enough leverage to move you on and off of him.
You bite your lip hard enough to break the skin as you roll your eyes. The feeling of his thick cock stuffing your swollen walls makes you quiver.
His whines come closer together, wrapping his arms around your torso, and he leans forward.
You feel a slight pinch on your shoulder before realizing that he's biting you.
He gnaws on the flesh of your skin as tears form in his eyes. He needs to cum so bad.
"Please let me cum, mommy." He begs, a string of saliva connecting his mouth with the meat of your shoulder.
You move your hair out of the way to glance at his pathetic face. He looks beautiful when he's getting ruined.
Eyebrows knitted together with tears falling from his eyes, long hair falling around his face.
"Cum for mommy, baby." You order, eyes threatening to snap shut in overstimulation.
He lets go, emptying into you. He fucks every last bit of his mess inside of you. The idea of you carrying his baby is just too good to pass up.
He thanks you repetitively with shut eyes as his thrusts falter.
He leans forward, kissing your shoulder where his bite mark resides.
You both pant, sweat velcroing your bodies together.
You look back, smiling at him.
He plants small kisses down the valley of your back before pulling out.
Shifting on his knees as he pushes his hair back, he lies on you, chest rising and falling.
"You keep doing that and you're actually gonna get me pregnant." You remark, giggling.
He reaches around, grabbing at your breasts, fondling them.
You feel him harden on you again as he smirks against your shoulder.
"I could go again and double the chances." He says playfully.
"Anything for mommy."
AN: Hey guys! So sorry this took so long. I've never been so busy before and so much is happening. I do have more work coming out soon though, so keep your eyes peeled for that. Thank you so much for all the love on part 1!
Summary: Aki is a very personal and modest guy, so when the hotel room you have to share on a mission is a single, he's mortified. You don't understand why he's being so weird about it. You're both adults; you should be able to be mature about this.
You stare up at the ceiling, watching the fan blades spin. The moonlight spills into the cheap hotel room as you try to sleep.
You must admit that sharing a bed with your partner is unusual, but it's only weird if you make it that way, right?
You can feel the tension between you, even though the elephant in the room was never addressed.
His large body makes the right side of the mattress dip more than yours. You can hear his breathing as well as yours.
You can tell how stiff he is. Why can't he just be normal about this?
He tries to close his eyes, but he can't sleep. Not with you next to him in your small sleep shorts.
He tried to ignore the way they hug your ass, but that's all he can think about.
That and how the smell of your shampoo lingers in the air, do you have any idea what you do to him?
It's been practically impossible to hide his erection ever since he saw your wet skin glisten when you came out of the bathroom to grab your clothes.
This is ridiculous, you can't take this uncomfortable silence anymore.
You look over to him, but his eyes stay glued to the ceiling, avoiding the inevitable eye contact.
You sit up in frustration, pushing your hair out of your face as you pull your knees to your chest.
He doesn't react to your sudden movement, still staring up at the fan.
"What's your problem?" You ask, glaring at him in irritation.
This gets his attention, turning his head as he looks at you with a passive look on his face.
"What are you talking about?" He asks, but this is barely a question; he knows exactly what you're talking about.
"You're acting so weird," You blurt, gesturing to the shared bed. "Like, can't we be adults about this?"
His face twisted like he was hoping you wouldn't say anything. He turns his body to face away from you.
"There's nothing to talk about, and I'm not being weird." He states frankly. "Maybe you should get some sleep."
You fist the sheets in frustration, "I don't know what I'm talking about?" You say, shifting disbelief.
"You've been off ever since that lady said this room was a single." You remind him of the look he gave the clerk, an "are you fucking serious" look.
He huffs, grabbing more of the duvet, pulling it towards him.
"Don't tell me this is normal behavior." You say, running your hand through your hair.
"What do you want me to say?" He mutters, clearly done with the conversation.
He sits up, pulling the covers over his lower half. "Do you want me to state the obvious."
"Would you like me to tell the front desk that we can't share a bed?" He sasses, glaring at you.
You look at him in stunned disbelief at his outburst. "I uh-"
He cuts you off, "Why can't we share a bed?" He asks.
"Well, I-," He cuts you off again, "What do you think will happen?" He prodes.
You both sit in silence, staring at each other.
The uncomfortable atmosphere shifts as the tension grows.
"You seemed like you were mad that this was the only option." You say, flatly, "Why?"
He reaches over to the nightstand, grabs his cigarettes, pulls one out, and presses it between his lips as he sets them back down.
He sighs, running his hands down his face. "Do you actually want to know?"
He grabs his lighter, sparking up, holding his hand up to protect the flame.
You squint your eyes in confusion, "Uh, yeah."
He huffs, setting the lighter down. His shirt rises with the stretch, and your eyes are drawn to his prominent V-line.
"It's not your problem." He says, yanking down the covers to reveal his dick print, clearly visible through the fabric of his pajama pants.
Your mouth twitches as you look down at his erection.
He looks up at you. "How am I supposed to be normal about this?"
You bite your lip, meeting his gaze. "I didn't know."
"Why would you?" He murmurs, sliding his legs off the bed, moving to get up.
You grab his hand, and he freezes, turning his head to look at you.
"I can help." You say, moving to your knees.
He tilts his head at you, cigarette flopping between his lips as he scans your expression.
"It's fine, I'll take care of it." He insists, standing up, walking to the balcony.
He slides open the door, stepping out into the night.
His hair hangs around his face as he leans against the railing, inhaling the smoke.
He hears the door open more, along with your presence behind him.
Your bare feet touch the concrete of the patio, nipples hardening at the feeling of the cold air.
He takes another puff, needing preparation for whatever is about to leave your mouth.
"I want to." You say, rubbing your bare arms.
He winces at your request, "I would never expect that," He whispers, like he's scared someone is listening.
"How would that affect work?" He asks, looking out at the building in the distance.
You lean on the railing next to him, scanning his face. His sharp jaw clenches as he notices your expression in his peripheral vision.
"I don't care." You say, testing the waters.
His head falls in defeat, the cigarette hanging from his mouth.
You reach over, grabbing it.
He lets you steal it, gaze following the stick as you take it between your fingers. You place it betwixt your lips, a long inhale following.
Blowing the smoke in his face, you lean to the side to put it out on the ashtray by the railing.
He tries not to let it bother him that you just put out a basically new cig.
You slide back beside him, looking at the lights.
"Why couldn't you have just gone to sleep?" He shakes his head, looking over at you.
You glance back at him, and his eyes have changed. Before you can muster up any smart ass remark, his lips clash against yours.
You freeze, his arms find their way to your waist, pulling you closer.
You relax, moving your hands to his head, brushing them through his long, dark hair.
He moves his mouth on yours, pushing you against the railing, and your lower back hits the cold metal.
He hungrily kisses you, all of his pent-up frustration turning into passion.
It's like he's eating your face; you can barely breathe as he shoves his tongue in your mouth.
You reach down, palming his erection. He groans into your mouth, pushing you harder into the railing.
His hands move to the waistline of your shorts, tugging them down in one swift motion as he palms your hips.
The hand rubbing his erection yanks down his pants past his hips.
Your leg wraps around his waist as you stroke his throbbing cock.
You can barely process anything past your need; everything's going so fast, but you wouldn't have it any other way.
He pants into your mouth as you line him up to your core.
He continues to twist his tongue with yours as he pushes past your sensitive ring.
You both gasp as he bottoms out instantaneously.
"Fuck," He hisses into your mouth.
He fills you as your cunt molds to the shape of him, mouth hanging open in ecstasy.
The cold air is a sharp contrast to his hot touch, goose bumps forming all over your body.
You soak him as he slams into you with fervid momentum, his hips hit yours with a bruising force.
You cling to him, watching the puffs of your breath leave your mouth as they hit the night air.
His head drops to your shoulder, hair falling on your neck.
Nails digging into his back, you squeeze him to you, his aroma filling your senses.
"Aki." You moan, clawing at his shirt.
He groans in response, fucking into you harder. The metal rattles behind you with each snap of his hips.
You can feel your orgasm near; the thought of being with him makes you clench around him.
He's fairly quiet, with the exception of small whines and low groans.
Trapped between the railing and his solid body, your head falls back in euphoria, all of your senses overwhelmed.
You come undone around him, quivering, your release drenching him.
The feeling of your cunt hugging him even tighter than before, making his climax arrive shortly after yours.
He spills inside you with a long, drawn-out groan.
You both pant, coming down, realizing what you've just done. Instant gratification had won over your better judgment.
As his lips brush your neck and his arm slinks around your leg that hangs at his waist, you can finally comprehend what happened.
"Sorry I wasted your cigarette," You quip, trying to ease the tension as you hug his neck for stability, his hands still haven't left your legs.
He pulls back, eyes searching your face.
"Fuck the cigarette."
AN: Idk why I've been putting off writing Aki... I think I just wanted to write him a certain way because I feel like he's not a dirty talker lol. My shy and embarrassed husband🙈
Summary: You've been on several dates with the orange-haired boy you met in your algebra class. You've never really been in a relationship, so everything is new. You're curious about everything, and so is Ichigo.
He pulls into the spot, jerking the gear shift into park. Rain hits the window as you look out at the basically empty parking lot.
"Knew a spot, huh?" You tease, making fun of his idea of a good place to chill.
"Yeah, yeah." He rolls his eyes with a smirk as he leans back.
Music faintly plays in the background as you toy with the hem of your jean shorts.
"I can't believe it started raining as soon as we pulled up." He says, trying to make small talk. Is he as nervous as you?
You feel tension. Sexual? You don't know, after all, you've never done anything like this before.
It feels like you're just waiting for him to kiss you. You shift in your seat like your body is waiting for something to happen.
Adrenaline pumps through your veins as you look up from your lap.
His seat is leaned back, enough for his long legs to comfortably relax. You can't help but notice the way his sleeves hug his biceps.
He's on his phone, changing the song.
He picks that artist he knows you love, looking to you for approval before setting his phone down.
"Trying to butter me up?" You joke, turning your body slightly to face him.
He chuckles, rubbing the back of his neck, "Maybe." His gaze his heavy.
The tension grows.
Your body tingles in anticipation, like it's second nature to crave his mouth on yours.
You smile, a small blush appearing on your face, "It's working."
The rain picks up, hammering down on the roof of his car.
He sits up slightly, leaning on the console. He looks out the window before landing his gaze on you.
"Yeah?" He says, gaze flicking down to your lips and back up to your eyes.
His small smile fades into lust as he leans in more.
Your mouth twitches before his lips land on yours. The sensation is unfamiliar as his warm mouth moves over you.
He reaches his hand over, cupping your cheek gently. You tense before welcoming his touch.
You lean over the console as well, meeting him halfway. You grip the leather. The hand he has on your face is joined by the other.
You sigh into his mouth as your saliva mixes with his. He pulls back slightly, just enough to meet your eyes.
"What's wrong?" You ask, turning to him completely.
"I've never really done anything like this." He admits sheepishly, clearly embarrassed by his lack of experience.
You smile in relief, "I haven't either."
You notice the way his posture relaxes, his Adam's apple bobs in his throat as he looks to your lips again.
You're the one to lean in this time, planting a small peck on his lips before kissing him again. He tastes like the caramel candy he snacked on earlier.
This time it's heavier, more passionate. His tongue runs along your lip, requesting access.
You part your lips slightly as his tongue meets yours. They tangle and dance as you both cup each other's faces.
Your hand slides back to his hair, stroking the orange strands. His cologne fills your nose. He smells fresh and musky, like the morning after rain.
The tension is different now; it feels bold, like you both know what you want to happen, like you both know what's next.
You're soaked through your panties, throbbing around nothing as you rub against your denim shorts, seeking even the smallest bit of friction.
You feel out of breath as the kiss gets messier, more heated.
His hands cup your jaw on either side, and he pulls you closer with each swirl of his tongue.
Your senses are overwhelmed as your head spins and your heart beats faster.
When he separates his mouth from yours, a string of spit follows him. His hair is out of place, and his lips swollen.
His taste lingers in your mouth. You think you're probably looking the same, mouth tingling, and winded. You could look at him for hours.
He searches your face for any disapproval; he won't find any.
He tries to find the words to describe how he feels right now. He doesn't need to; you feel the same.
Before he can even try to reassure you that he doesn't expect anything, you climb over the console, straddling his lap.
His eyes are wide as they look up at you, his hands hover over your hips like he's scared you'll disappear if he touches you.
You hold his face in your hands, touching his lips to yours again. His erection presses against you.
He's just as worked up as you.
He relaxes against you, melting into your touch as his hands finally find your hips.
Hands moving to his hard chest, you rub him through his shirt, feeling his abs under the fabric as they tense.
You feel drunk? High? Something. How can he make you feel this way? Like you're floating, you're addicted.
He whispers against your lips as he rubs the end of your shirt, "Can I?"
You desperately nod, forehead against his as he removes your top. You help him, pulling it over your head, tossing it in the back seat.
He's at a loss for words when his eyes fall to your chest. Tits all proped up by your bra.
Letting out a shaking breath, he cups them as he runs his thumbs over the bud.
You grind against him, letting out a satisfied sigh at the sensation.
"You're beautiful." He says, looking up at you with needy eyes, like you have any idea what's next.
Smiling, you look down at him, "You're turn." You joke.
He quickly pulls his shirt over his head, tossing it back where yours is now lying.
You stare at him before realizing the situation you're in. "Do you have any....." You ask, nodding down to his erection, unsure.
He looks at you in confusion before quickly catching on.
"Oh, yeah." He blurts, flinging open the center console.
A single condom is uncovered as he rustles through the compartment.
He holds it in front of him, between his fingers.
"You were expecting this?" You joke, fake upset in your tone.
"What, no?!" He panics, thinking you misunderstood his intentions. "Renji gave it to me as a joke." He admits, embarrassed.
"Well," You pretend to think, running your finger down the valley of his abs.
"Tell Renji I said thanks." You tease, lying back against the dash, you unbutton your pants, wiggling out of them.
He does the same, pulling his jeans down just enough to show his boxers, a wet stain on the thin fabric from his pre-cum.
He pulls his dick out of his boxers, and your eyes widen. He's big, not that you have anything to compare him to, but he's clearly well above average.
You lean forward, kissing his neck, as he fumbles with the rubber, his hands shaky.
He eventually slides it over his length, and you position yourself over him.
You're so wet you can hardly stand the lack of friction.
"Are you nervous?" He asks, staring into you, trying to get an idea of how you're actually feeling.
You let out a small laugh, "Yes," you plant your hands on his chest, "But I'm ready."
Satisfied with your reassurance, he holds himself under you.
You lower just enough for the head of his dick to breach your entrance. You let out a small gasp, sliding down a little more.
He hisses as you do so, head falling back onto the headrest.
"You okay?" He asks, voice slightly strained as he rubs your thigh.
"Yeah." You sigh, biting your lip.
You adjust and slide down the rest of the way, a slight burning sensation bubbles into pleasure as you drench his cock.
Both of you gasp, unfamiliar with the sensation of him being balls deep inside of you.
"Oh god." You whisper in a shaky breath, digging your nails into his shoulders.
It feels like he hardens even more inside you when your sharp nails leave crescent-shaped imprints on his traps.
Your forehead falls against his as he guides your hips. You raise before sliding back down, swiveling your hips with each lift of them.
The sound of your cunt moving up and down his cock is slightly drowned out by the loud pellets of rain falling on the car.
You heave and moan as you fuck yourself on top of him.
Your eyes begin to water from the overwhelming pleasure, blurring your vision.
He notices the tears falling from your eyes, his brows furrow in confusion and worry.
"Am I hurting you?" He asks, hands softening their grip on you, his voice laced with concern.
"Shit ah- No," You whimper, "Feels so good."
His face relaxes as he exhales, leaning back more, supporting some of your weight by pressing your back.
His hands trace all over your body, moving from your back to your waist, to your tits, and back to your hips, trying to cover as much ground as possible.
His chest rises and falls as he tries to catch his breath, but with each drop of your weight, it's knocked out of him again.
He's louder than he'd like to be. Small begs and groans, leaving his mouth.
You're so sensitive. More than ever before.
The only thing familiar about this feeling is the warmth bubbling up in your belly.
Sweat begins to form on both of you, but you don't care; all you can feel is the way he fills you.
He hits you in the right places, squeezing in your walls. You're so wet that it's not much of an effort to take him all in.
You ride him like a pro, bouncing up and down, your breath fans on his face as he pants.
As your climax nears, you slide down on him faster, breaths coming closer together.
"Touch me." You say, making his eyes snap open.
"I am touching you." He responds, gesturing to his hands on your waist, with slight confusion on his face.
You shake your head, grabbing his hand, bringing it over your clit, pressing his hand down.
"Here," You pant, "Touch me here." The pressure makes you jolt.
He understands, pressing hard on your clit, with the pad of his thumb.
You reach up, grabbing onto the seat behind him.
"Ngh- so close." You moan, squeezing your eyes shut.
"Me too." He pants, mouth hanging open in shallow breaths.
He presses harder, moving his fingers in slow curls, gritting his teeth at the sight of your cunt swallowing him.
You climax, "Fuck Ichigo." You whine, soaking him even more, no doubt making a mess.
Waves of pleasure pulse through you as you shudder, feeling the way you soak him. He thrusts up, meeting your hips.
You whine, hands flying to his hair, tugging on the strands slightly.
The way you spasm around him pushes him over the edge, spilling into the rubber.
He groans, head falling as his eyes squeeze shut, and you both ride out your orgasms.
His thrusts slow as you relax on top of him, both of your chests rising and falling with your labored breaths.
The rain continues its assault on the top of his car as the music plays.
The silence between you is not uncomfortable; it's the silence of contentment. This feels right.
After you have both grounded yourself, you lean back, looking at him.
A delirious smile appears on his face. "That was amazing." He says, pushing your hair behind your ear.
"No kidding." You laugh back, face twisting into an apologetic grimace when you see the marks you left on his shoulders.
"Shit," You hiss, tracing them with your fingers gently, "Sorry about this."
"Oh, that's nothing," He smiles, looking at the marks, shrugging nonchalantly.
"My battle scars." He jokes, rubbing your hips.
"You act like you've had these before." You tease, moving your fingers to his sharp jaw.
"Nope," He says, licking his lips, moving towards you for a kiss. He leans in, but before his lips meet yours, he whispers against them.
Summary: Byakuya often has to put up with your attitude, but this meeting is very important, so he has to fuck it out of you beforehand. Are you really going to embarrass him in public when he just had you bent over the dresser?
His hair falls on your back, tickling you as he drags his long cock inside of you at an infuriatingly slow pace.
He's had you in this position for what feels like hours.
Your legs go numb as you wiggle and twitch under him, his body engulfing you.
"I prefer to resolve this issue before it gets out of hand." He whispers in your ear as he slides out almost all the way, stretching you, teasing you.
The issue he is referring to is obviously your attitude. Always talking back to him publicly, earning disapproving glances from the other clan leaders.
Your naked body rubs against the wood dresser, back arching into his solid abs.
His large arms hold either side of the surface as he nails you to it.
Your body is completely trapped, all you can feel is the way he slowly fucks your soaking cunt.
"I'll be good." You whine, head thrown back onto his shoulder as you try to breathe.
"Your behavior has been less than acceptable." He scolds, thrusting harder into you each time you make a plea for mercy.
Your toes barely touch the floor, legs shaking the way he has you.
Your slick covers his base as he rams into you harder, loud squelches fill the room, accompanied by the bang of the dresser against the wall.
"Must I always take time out of my mornings to handle you?" He hisses, kissing your shoulder as he proceeds in his attempt to tame you.
"Kuya!" You choke out, grabbing for anything to stabilize yourself as he remorselessly pounds into you.
He reaches around, holding your left shoulder as his forearm presses against your neck.
The servants can probably hear the way you shamelessly moan your husband's name as the dresser bangs on the wall.
You don't care.
"Gonna cum." You cry, for the third time this morning. Your mouth hangs open as you shake.
His head hangs, concentrating on fucking you through your orgasm.
Tears fall from your eyes as he proceeds to glide in and out of you.
You squeeze your eyes shut as you whine out. You soak his cock as he plunges into you, harder than before.
His thrusts begin to falter as he slams into you sloppily. With a low groan and your name on his lips, he climaxes, spilling into you.
He fills you as you wiggle against him, welcoming his last few violet thrusts.
His body softens against you, feeling his muscles relax on top of you.
He pulls out, lips brushing your ear, "Serves you right." He whispers.
Lowering you to the ground, he pulls your hair out of the way of your neck and plants small kisses along the tender spot.
You sign in exhaustion. Your husband's stamina never fails to wind you.
The bed calls your name as your eyelids flutter, "Byakuya," You say softly.
"Yes, darling." He hums, continuing to kiss your neck.
"I don't think I will be attending the meeting, I'm spent." You confess, "Do you mind telling them I'm not feeling well?"
He puts his chin on your head, rubbing your shoulder, with a small smirk on his face.
"Perhaps this is best," he says, picking you up bridal-style, carrying you to your large king bed.
Summary: One of the first things that caught your eye when you first met your boyfriend was his tattoos. The dark illustrations travel up his arm and underneath his sleeves. Every time you would see him, you would imagine exploring them, kissing them, licking them. Thank god he felt the same.
Choso lies under you on the bed, flat on his back as you stradle his hips. His shirt is pulled up, exposing his abs and pecs.
His cheeks are red, his hair messy, and his lips swollen as you take your time with him.
His fingers rest on your hips, flexing each time you move against his erection.
"So pretty under me, cho." You coo, stroking his solid chest with open palms.
He lets a noise leave his lips, something between a whine and a plea.
You trace the long black lines on his obliques, one of his favorites, he says, each represents one of his brothers.
You lift his left arm, kissing the red gun on his forearm, and you feel the veins running up his arms under your touch.
Leaning down, you kiss the long, thick line across the bridge of his nose.
He catches your mouth, kissing you hard. Choso has always been a phenomenal kisser; it's one of the things you love about him.
He reaches up, cupping your face. His large hands pull you impossibly closer until your noses smoosh.
He slips his tongue in your mouth impatiently as he tastes you. His tongue ring tickles you.
You pull back, pressing a peck to the side of his mouth as you work your way down again, kissing all the small, miscellaneous ink he has.
You reach his sweats, his prominent V-line leading to your destination.
Your favorite tattoo, of course, is your initial. He got it done right next to the mole you said was "Cute" the first time you went down on him.
You yank down his sweats, and his cock jumps out, slapping against his abdomen.
He groans, running his hands down his face.
"Please," He begs, looking down at you with his big brown eyes, "Need your mouth."
You position yourself so that you are straddling one of his legs, and you lower yourself, grinding on him through your shorts.
You arch your back as you pull your hair to the side, "Shh," You coo, "I'm gonna take care of you, baby."
You look up at him as you grab his dick, licking up the side.
"Fuckkkk." He whines, reaching up, grabbing the headboard.
You slide your tongue over the slit, licking up the precum leaking from the tip as you roll your hips.
You wrap your lips around him, hollowing out your cheeks as you suck the top of his cock, paying special attention to his sensitive tip.
Wrapping both hands around him, you hold the girth that you can't swallow as you take him into your mouth, inch by inch.
You gaze up at him through your lashes as you suck his cock, stroking his base.
He moves one of his hands to the back of your head, not pushing, just placing it there, brushing his fingers through your hair.
You gag on him as you take him as deep as you can. A moan vibrates against his tip, making him squirm.
He whines and curses, bucking into your mouth.
Your panties stick to your core as you soak through them. His leg flexes under, applying a little extra pressure.
"So good." He whimpers, fisting some of your hair as his other hand clutches onto the sheets for dear life.
You cradle his balls as you try to take all of him; you almost touch your nose to the hair at his base before you have to pull back slightly.
He's too big.
"P-please." He begs, lip quivering. "You can do it," holding both sides of your head, "Take all of it, please."
You go back up to just the tip, flicking your tongue over him as you adjust.
You brace yourself on his muscular thighs as you take him in slowly again, breathing through your nose.
You claw at his quads as you take him all the way to the back of your throat, gagging on him as your throat squeezes him.
Your eyes water as you try to keep eye contact.
His head is thrown back as Adam's apple bobs in his throat. He groans, holding your head as he fucks up into your mouth.
The way his eyes squeeze shut and his jaw hangs open in pure ecstasy is worth the slight discomfort.
You pull back a little once again, grabbing his base.
"Gonna cum." He whines, still holding your head. "O- One more t- time." He squeaks out.
You allow him to cum down your throat when you open it up again, taking him in completely.
He fucks into your mouth hungrily, holding you in place.
As soon as you swallow around him, he shoots down your throat, coating your insides.
When he climaxes, he groans, letting little "Thank yous." And "Love yous." Leave his mouth.
You continue to suck him through his orgasm, making him twitch under you as you swallow everything he gives you.
Once he's come down, you pull back, sitting on the backs of your legs as you wipe the back of your mouth with your hand.
He lies there, spent, breathless. He looks at you like you make the world spin.
"What?" You giggle in embarrassment at his inability to conceal how thrilled he is with your oral skills.
"I need another tattoo of you." He chuckles, slightly out of breath.
You smirk, crawling up his body. You kiss him.
You look into his eyes. "I think I know what you need, " you say, wiping the sweat from his temple.
"What?" He asks, palming your ass through your underwear.
"You need my name on your forehead so everyone knows you're mine." You joke, a grin spreading across your face.
He chuckles before he flips you over, pinning you to the bed, kissing your neck.
Summary: Professor Geto seems to fancy you a little more than the other students, often letting his eyes linger on your cleavage long enough for you to notice. You're fully aware of how he trips on his words when you cross your legs, allowing your skirt to ride up your thighs. This behavior is completely innocent, and it means nothing…. right?
You sit in the front row, for a completely innocent reason: you have a hard time seeing the board, that's all.
"There may be some asking, what if religion is pure ethics, that is, ethics without any other area of philosophy?” Your professor explains, pacing the room.
His suit always hugs him in all the right places, biceps flexing each time he lifts his hands, talking with them.
His hair is pulled back in a bun, and a few loose strands fall around his glasses.
He stalks toward the whiteboard, picking up the marker to add to the notes he wrote earlier.
"Religion could perhaps be considered to be pure law without contradiction." He says, placing the marker back down before turning around.
Your eyes meet his, a familiar situation.
You lean back slightly, reaching out your arms in a stretch, your top lifts slightly, exposing skin.
His eyebrow raises slightly as he continues, only for you to notice.
"Now, another important thing to understand is that to many, morality is subjective, often differing for each individual." He licks his bottom lip as he leans on his desk.
"For example, what is appropriate to some could be seen as inappropriate to another." His gaze falls on you again.
"Any questions?" He asks, a smile on his face that everyone in the room probably just assumes is friendly, but you can feel otherwise.
Everyone looks around, no questions are asked, and no hands are raised.
He breaks the tension with a clap, "Ok, perfect." He says, walking behind his desk.
"Everyone is dismissed." He says, shuffling through papers on his desk.
"Remember the test this Friday." He reminds picking up a stack of essays, "Arriving to class hungover is a hell of your own making." He jokes.
All of the students file out of the room, talking amongst themselves.
You stay behind, slinging your bag over your shoulder. You hold a textbook, resting it on your waist, sauntering over to his desk.
He glances up through his glasses, his gaze falling to your low-cut top before returning to your eyes.
"Professor Geto." You greet him with a warm smile.
"What can I help you with?" He asks, setting down the papers as he leans forward, his large, veiny hands on the desk.
You set the book down as you lean forward, pushing your breasts together.
"I had a question about the grade on my paper." You say, looking up at him through your lashes.
He stills slightly as he removes his glasses, pushing the stray hairs out of his face.
He addresses you by "Ms." and your last name. "I believe I have already informed you that an in-depth analysis of my grading will only occur during my office hours."
"And I believe," He continues, looking over to the clock on the wall, "You have ten minutes to get to your next class if I am correct."
You sign, grabbing your book. "I guess I'll have to drop by later, professor," you purr, pushing off the desk.
"I will anticipate you dropping by." He says, acting as if the smell of your fruity perfume hasn't given him a semi-hard on.
You grin as you walk towards the double doors, swaying your hips.
He watches you leave, unintentionally licking his lip before he looks back at the papers scattered around the desk.
You're not making this easy.
Professor Geto lifts his head as you knock on the open door. Your outfit is less than professional, a short skirt, a button-up top, with several of the buttons at the top sitting neglected.
You haven't brought your backpack, just a small purse, which is only good for carrying several small items.
Clearly, you are here for something else.
"Come on in." He says, motioning to the chair in front of his large dark oak desk.
You close the door behind you, a small gesture he notices.
"Thank you for making time, professor." You say, placing your purse on the ground as you take a seat across from him.
"I didn't." He remarks, closing his laptop and taking off his glasses, "I am always available at these hours, as I have stated previously."
You shrug off his attempt to make this meeting less personal as you look around the room.
"So," He says, "What are your concerns with how I have graded your paper?" He asks, folding his hand on the desk.
Before you can respond, he continues. "I feel as if I have been very gracious." He says.
"Not many students can manage to keep their average in my class as high as you do."
"That's actually my question." You say, slightly nibbling at your lip. "I wonder if you have ulterior motives when grading my papers."
"Whatever do you mean?" He asks, shifting uncomfortably in his seat, eyes glued on yours as they narrow slightly.
You lean against the armrest, giving him a knowing look, one that says, "I know what I do to you."
He clears his throat as he adjusts himself, "What you're implying is completely unacceptable."
The reddish tint his ears adopt gives you the confidence to continue. "I don't think it is." You argue, pushing his boundaries.
He glares at you, "I will have to report this behavior."
You get up from your chair, walking around his desk, "You think I don't notice?"
"The way you stare." You purr, reaching his chair.
He turns, standing up, looking down at you.
"You are crossing a line." He warns, crossing his arms, once again addressing you by your last name.
"I know my papers are good." You explain, playing with the pen on his desk.
"But they aren't perfect." You look up at him.
"How do you suggest I grade papers?" He scolds, leering over you.
"I would like a proper evaluation of my skills." You reach down, fingertips ghosting over his erection as you trace his belt buckle.
He clenches his fists in restraint. "You're crossing a line." He rasps as he clears his throat again.
You glide your other hand up, hooking your fingers around his tie. "I can't see them very well." You tease, yanking on the fabric tied around his neck.
He snaps, spinning you around, pinning you to the desk.
"Who do you think you are?" He growls, holding the back of your neck.
He runs his hands down your body, feeling as much of you as he possibly can.
"You prance around in these small little things," He yanks up your skirt, "Actin' all innocent like you aren't begging to be fucked over my desk."
You whine, cheek pressed firmly against the hard surface.
He cups your core, the moist fabric of your panties rubbing against his fingers.
"Of course you're this wet." He hisses, pushing the thin fabric aside. He shoves two of his thick, rigid fingers inside of you as you gasp.
You can feel his abs through his dress shirt as they press against your back, his hot breath on your neck, sending chills down your spine.
"Just as tight as I expected." He taunts, "I would assume you were a virgin if it weren't for the way you slut around in these tiny clothes."
He reaches his hands down to your ass, grabbing the fat. "You don't care about my class." He hisses, sinking his digits in deeper, curling them.
You whimper into the desk, satisfied, balling your hands into fists.
"You only want to be used." His pace is ruthless, plunging his curled fingers in and out of you repetitively.
You feel heat pool in your lower belly as you close your eyes.
"I want it." You choke out.
Before you can cum, he quickly withdraws his fingers as he pulls back.
You hear the metal of his belt as he yanks it off, pulling his slacks down with his briefs.
You wiggle your hips against his bare erection. He holds your hips as he positions himself at your dripping cunt.
"Where are your manners?" he mocks, rubbing your ass.
"I wa-want it, p- please." You say, grabbing the sides of the desk.
With one sharp snap of his hips, he shoves the head of his cock fully inside as he grunts.
You gasp at the wide and intense stretch as you brace yourself.
His grip tightens on you as he rolls his hips slowly, letting you feel every inch, before ramming forward hard enough to make the desk creak.
You moan out, not even trying to conceal the fact that you're finally getting what you've been begging for.
"I bet you want me to tell you how good you're takin' my cock." He grunts, thrusting deep.
You squirm under him, clawing at the desk.
"Such a whore for validation." He tsks.
It's true, though. The way you swallow his extremely thick and long dick is impressive, and you're not going to tap out anytime soon.
As you adapt to his abnormal size, you whine into the desk, nose smooshing against the wood.
"Fuc- fuck me, Professor." You beg, choking on your words as he nails you to the desk.
He reaches up, pinning your wrists above your head. With each snap of his hips, he huffs into your hair.
"You love that, don't you?" He snarls in your ear. "Callin' me professor, hmm?"
You drool as you nod, you try to respond, but the only coherent word you can form is a drawn-out, "Shittt."
You were already soaked, but the way the desk presses up against your lower belly and the way his long cock drags into you makes your toes curl.
He reaches down, slapping your ass. "You got a mouth on you." He insists, continuing to fuck you into the desk viciously.
Your eyes roll back, feeling your climax nearing as he demeans you.
"I feel that." He hisses, grabbing your shoulders, pulling you up against him.
His tall frame holds you, one hand holds your neck, the other rubs around your clit.
"Cum on your Professor's cock." He demands, "Prove you deserve that A."
You cry out as you clench around him, orgasming, his large hands keeping you propped up.
Your body vibrates as your knees shake. You reach back, clawing at his loose, hanging dress shirt.
He snaps his hips forward, jackhammering against your cervix.
Your thighs start to sport a thick red line from where you lean on the desk as it creaks.
A deep, thick groan leaves his throat as he cums, injecting you with his seed.
He grinds into you, bottomed out, as he comes down.
His chest rises and falls against your back as he catches his breath, the unanticipated cardio taking it away.
You relax as he loosens his grip, as you brace yourself, resting your forearms where you were just being exploited in the best way.
Still inside you, he drags in once before pulling out completely.
He pulls up his slacks, tucking in his shirt, before zipping up his pants.
The familiar sound of the buckles rings in your ears as he cleans himself up.
You turn around, meeting his gaze, his permanent bedroom eyes stare down at you as he picks you up, setting you on the desk.
Your bare ass meets the desk as you wobble, trying to steady yourself.
His cum mixed with yours seeps onto the dark oak underneath you.
He swipes his thumb over your mouth, and you wrap your fingers around his large wrist as he gathers the small bit of drool at the corner.
He smears the saliva over your lips.
You feel up the back of his leg with your arched foot as you stare up at him.
"You're a good fuck, professor." You purr, licking the palm of his hand.
He huffs in arousal, grabbing your jaw.
"What am I going to do about that mouth of yours?" He tsks, his tone dripping in disapproval.
He ponders, looking you up and down, brows raising slightly as he thinks of something.
He pulls back, sitting on his leather armchair.
"Sit on my lap facing the desk." He orders, motioning to his lap with a nod.
You obey, sinking onto his lap as you face the front of his office.
Your eyes land on the small puddle where you sat. You're grinding against his cock as you feel him harden again.
He gathers your hair, pulling it all behind you, stroking it.
"Clean it up." He says. His dominance makes you wriggle on him.
"Wha-," You begin to object before you feel his hand curl around the back of your neck.
"I don't like to repeat myself." He warns, "I believe that was in the syllabus."
You bite your lip, adjusting yourself to where your mouth hovers over the white substance.
"Go ahead." He teases, continuing to hold your hair back.
You lick a fat strip up the desk, gathering your mess. He presses you forward slightly as you swallow.
You grind on him as you clean up. The obscene scenario makes you clench around nothing.
He pulls you back against him, your chin covered in your own spit.
You look like the needy slut you are. Thighs red, skirt bunched against your waist, panties pushed to the side, and your shirt unbuttoned.
He kisses your neck, praising you, telling you that you're truly his best student.
"I believe this is a proper evaluation of your skills." He taunts.
You roll your hips on him, you miss his dick already.
He tilts your chin to look back at him as he kisses you.
Summary: Shopping with Toji is always so much fun. You try on your little outfits as he rates them, telling you to spin and making you bend over so he can make sure the skirts are not too short. He loves to watch you pick clothes that you think he'll love on you. It's a win-win.
"Okay." You sign, pulling the tank top you just tried on over your head. His gaze falls to your tit as always.
"What's next?" he asks, manspreading on a small bench in the corner, twiddling his thumbs as he leans over, elbows resting on his knees.
"I thought these were cute," You say, holding up a pair of dark wash jeans.
He hums in agreement, watching you push your shorts down your legs.
"I think I definitely need a new pair." You pondered, stepping into the denim.
"That's something you have plenty of, pretty girl." He teases, looking at you through the mirror.
You jokingly glare at him, trying to wiggle the jeans up your thighs and butt.
"Ugh." You huff, attempting to jump into the pants. The denim doesn't have enough stretch to reach over the curve of your ass.
You continue to hop, hoping you maneuver your way into the pants.
He snickers, watching you gyrate around.
"That ass is too fat, ma." He teases, reaching up to feel your hips. "Not goin up any further."
You turn around and face him, huffing in frustration that you have to go get a new pair.
You put your hand on his broad shoulders as you look over your shoulder at your ass in the mirror.
He pushes the jeans down to your ankles before you peel them off your heels, using him to steady yourself.
"I need a bigger size, I think." You say, tugging at your lip with your teeth.
He holds your waist, pulling you closer, kissing your hips.
"Nah," He says, looking up at you as a wicked grin spreads across his face. "I like you better in these tiny things." He pops the hem of your thong.
"So what I gotta do, huh?" You tease, crawling onto his lap. His eyes follow yours.
"You want me to walk around everywhere in my panties?" You ask innocently, batting your lashes at him.
He chuckles as his dick hardens under you.
"Doesn't sound like a bad idea." He retorts, kissing your neck, his grip on your waist dominant and firm.
You grind down on him, hyper aware of the growing wet spot in the fabric covering your heat.
"I'm full of good ideas." You coo as you move his hands to your ass.
He grins against your neck, "I could get you full of somethin' else." He says, moving your hips down on him harder.
You moan softly as the friction of his denim-covered cock rubs against your folds.
"Do it then." You sign, raising your hips off him.
He growls as he unzips his jeans, lifting his hips slightly, pulling them down with his boxers, giving just enough room for his cock to spring free.
You slide your panties to the side, lowering yourself back down.
He lines himself up with your cunt, giving no warning before he slams you down on him, a yelp involuntarily leaving your lips.
"Shhh," He hushes, thumbing your cheek. "Better be quiet." He lets you settle, slowly rocking you, adjusting you to his massive length.
"You gonna ride my cock here, hmm?" He teases. "Everyone can hear."
You slide up a little before falling on him again. "I don't mind giving them a show." You purr, grinding on him, reminding him who he's dealing with.
"I know, pretty." He whispers, guiding your steady pace with his big hands, his tongue glides along his lower lip as he watches you ride him.
You move back and forth, raising off him and lowering back down, his favorite form of multitasking.
You sigh, trying to keep your sounds to a minimum. The idea that anyone could hear you makes you squeeze around him.
"You like this?" He hisses, buckling back up into you, "Like being fucked in public?"
You shiver at his crude language and the aggression in his voice.
"You know I do, Toji." You whimper, clawing at his traps as he forces himself inside you.
You rock on him as you take his mouth in yours, pulling him into a wet and crazed kiss.
You feel heat pool in your belly as you feel him groan into your mouth.
He reaches down, letting his large thumb press against your clit, adding the friction you need.
You Climax as he covers your mouth with his free hand. You grab at his shoulder out of desperation, trying not to yell out in pleasure.
"Can't even be quiet on this cock, ma." He mocks, fucking up into you as you swivel your hips on top of him.
"Gonna cum inside you," He hisses, drilling into you.
"Need it." You whine as you reach up to run your hands through his hair, grabbing a fistful of his obsidian locks.
He groans as he cums, shooting his load deep into you.
He bites at your shoulder as he rams into you several more times before he falls back on the bench.
His chest rises and falls as you stroke his hair. You lean in for another kiss, and he reciprocates, shoving his tongue in your mouth.
You sign into his mouth as you grind on him gently.
You're so caught up on coming down from your orgasm, you barely resist the knock at the dressing room door.
"Everything okay in there?" An associate asks.
Your face turns bright red in embarrassment, and you fall forward onto his chest as he chuckles.
Summary: Renji has been really stressed out lately. His duties as a soul reaper can become overwhelming and draining, with days often merging into one another. He seems like he needs to let off some steam, and luckily, you bought just the thing to take his mind off things.
He's had an exhausting day, but he can't wait to see his girl. He opens the door to your home. The lights are off, except for a warm glow coming from your bedroom.
He walks to the doorway. He pushes the door slightly, his eyes drift to the bed, and he stops in his tracks.
You lounge on the bed, waiting for him in the new set you bought. Your crimson lace bra is hardly covering anything; it's practically transparent. Your hard nipples peak through, similar to the matching panties that leave nothing to the imagination.
The opaque thigh-highs you wear are the same color and fabric; they hug your muscular legs as you seductively rub them together.
Renji scans your body, heart racing as his gaze lands on your face. Your expression is dripping in lust, a twinkle in your eye dares him to join you on the king-sized mattress.
“Welcome home, Renj.” His dick hardens at the way you use his nickname, tone dripping in seduction.
He swallows hard, his Adam's apple throbbing up and down in his throat. “What's all this?” He asks the question, coming out more nervous than he would like.
You bat your lashes, sprawling out, opening your legs, giving him a direct view of your salivating heat.
“Let me relieve your stress, baby.” You pur, reaching between your legs, gently rubbing your cunt over the fabric of your lace panties. “You've been so uptight lately.”
He takes you in as he unties his Shihakushō. The kimono-like uniform falls to the ground as he steps towards you, his rigid length visible through a noticeable print in his pants.
He walks to the bed, dropping to his knees, his head falls on the bed as he groans. “You’re gonna kill me.” He huffs, running his hands up and down your legs.
He hooks his arms under your calves, pulling you closer to him. Your quads now sit on either side of his head. He rubs your soft skin, placing kisses on your inner thighs.
“You look unbelievable in this.” He whispers into your skin as his fingers run along the elastic on your stockings. “Too bad I'm gonna have to ruin them.” He grins.
Before you can process what he said, a loud rip sounds across the room as he yanks the fabric, tearing it off you with a swift tug.
You pull back his hair out of his face, tugging him towards your throbbing core. He pulls your panties to the side as he attaches his mouth to you with a long lick up your cunt. You shudder as he flips his tongue over you.
His long tongue gathers your arousal, smearing it around your clit. He takes the nub into his mouth as he plams himself through his hakamas.
He brings two of his even longer fingers to your entrance. You moan as he pushes his digits past your tight hole, curling them up as he reaches up toward your other leg, ribbing the second garment off as well.
He doesn't let up on your clit as he pumps his fingers inside you. You wrap your legs around his head, squeezing his ears with your thighs.
You pull at his locks as he eats you out; obscene and offensive sounds bounce off the walls of your bedroom. Each time he moans into your heat, you get a little closer to the edge.
What eventually gets you off isn't the way he swipes his tongue or the way he curls his fingers. What pushes you over the edge is the sight of him looking up at you through his lashes, face covered in your juices as he groans into your pussy.
You clench his fingers as your thighs shake, as you squeeze his head harder. If you weren't too busy wallowing in your pleasure, you would worry about crushing the poor man.
When he finally comes up for air, his pupils are blown wide and his mouth and chin are covered in your slick. He yanks your panties down, but not before admiring the way your arousal drenches the fabric.
“I'm so hard it hurts.” He groans, wiping his face with the back of his hand as he crawls up the bed and over you.
He kisses you, and you taste yourself on him. His tongue dips in your mouth, tangling with yours as he pushes his muscular body against you. You push down his pants, and he kicks them off.
You run your fingers through his hair as he moves his mouth to your neck. Kissing the sensitive spot you love. Grabbing his erection, you stroke him slowly as you give him better access to your jugular.
He moans against your neck, grinding into your hand. You wrap your legs around his hips, rubbing his tip along your demanding entrance.
He hisses at the feeling of your tight hole contacting, begging to be filled by him.
“Renji, baby.” You moan softly as he grips your hips, his breath hot by your ear as he hums.
“Use me how you need.” You coo, rubbing his back with your leg as you roll your hips. “I'm all yours.”
“Fuck.” He whines, pushing into you. You claw at his tattooed back as his thick cock brushes your walls. You open your mouth in a silent scream as he hits you deep, ramming into your sweet spot.
He lets out a shaky breath, face twisting in pleasure as he pulls out slightly before sinking back in.
You cling to him as fucks you deep and raw, whining in your ear.
Renji knows how much you love the sounds he makes. Each noise that leaves his lips, voluntary or not, makes you throb around him.
His hits slam into you with each vigorous thrust. The bed creaks in agony while he has his way with you. All you can do is hold on and feel the way he stretches you wide.
He reaches up, palming your breasts through the fabric, swiping the pads of his large thumbs over the sensitive bud.
You lay your arms out on the mattress, sighing as he rolls his hips. He holds your hips as you meet him halfway, bucking back up onto his thick cock.
He slows his thrusts as he rasps in your ear, “Roll over.”
You turn over with zero hesitation, stomach lying flat on the bed. He grabs a pillow, placing it under your pelvis, angling you in a way that gives him perfect access to your soaking core.
He pushes his solid abs against your back, biting your shoulder as he sinks back in again. You both groan at the new position.
“So tight like this.” He murmurs, gripping the sheets as he snaps his hips into your ass, making it recoil.
“Fuck Renj,” You whine, with each buck of his hips, he fills you completely, making you want to scream. The external pressure of the pillow against your abdomen only adds to the pleasure.
You babble as he fucks you into the bed. Drool leaves your mouth, making a wet spot on the sheets. He punishes your G-spot, making you see stars.
He places open-mouth kisses on your shoulder and back, trying to keep himself from being embarrassingly loud.
He yanks your hips up to meet his once again, skin to skin. You orgasm with no warning, letting out a loud and long groan as you milk his cock, spasming around him. You grab at the sheets as he puts you through the mattress.
He flips you over, folding up your knees till they are flush against your chest as his strokes become more rushed. He brushes the hair out of your face, sticking from a combination of drool and sweat.
“Wanna see that sexy face when I cum inside you.” He pants, sweat beads form at his hairline as well. You gaze up at him with tired eyes, mouth open as you nod at what he says.
He rams into you hard several times, each violent thrust accentuated by a ragged breath as he climaxes.
“Take it.” He growls, holding your knees to your breasts, fucking his cum into you, filling you up.
You squirm under him, but you can't move when his big, calloused hands are holding you in place. “Love you so much.” He says. You sigh as he collapses on top of you, “Love you too, Renj.”
You cradle him, stroking his long crimson hair with your freshly manicured nails as you plant kisses on his sculpted face.
He hums, holding onto you like he's scared you'll disappear.
“Feelin better.” You ask, tilting your head to look into his eyes. He responds by kissing you passionately, a physical representation of his gratitude.
“You're like the sexiest woman I've ever seen,” He whispers against your swollen lips, “I can't believe I'm lying here with you.”
You blush, a smile spreading across your face.
“I guess I've relieved some of your stress.” You shrug, a wicked grin on your face.
He groans, nuzzling his face in your breasts. “I should be stressed more often,” He jokes.
“Like the color?” You ask, playing with the hem of your bra.
He watches your nails dance along the fabric. “Yeah, what made you pick it?” He teases, the answer being obvious and anticipated.
You shrug, holding back a childish giggle, continuing to play with the strands.
“No reason.”
AN: Im trying out some different looks because I'm sick of the boring theme. Lmk if y'all have any hack on how to make it more aesthetic lol.
renji’s a walking temptation—all sharp grins, rough hands, and that cocky fucking attitude that dares you to touch him like you own him. but right now? right now he’s quiet. watching you through half-lidded eyes, breath slowing, sitting back against the pillows as you straddle his thighs.
you’re taking your time.
exploring.
your fingers trail down his chest, brushing the deep black ink that stretches across hard, scarred muscle. you follow the lines with your mouth—tongue tracing the curve of a symbol that wraps over his ribs, kisses pressing lower, slower, his stomach flexing under each one.
“you always look at me like that?” you murmur, smirking up at him.
“like what?” he rasps.
“like you’re about to fuck me through the floor.”
“‘cause i am.” he grins, cock already half-hard and twitching under your palm.
but you’re not there yet.
not quite.
you’re still kissing lower, dragging your mouth over his hips, his thighs, your fingers following every inch of ink. there’s so much of it—sharp, beautiful, patterned chaos, and your hands are greedy with it. you press your palm over his lower stomach and lean in to kiss the line just above his cock.
and that’s when you see it.
something new.
your eyes widen. “renji…”
he lifts a brow, still lazy. “mm?”
“you got a tattoo on your dick?”
he laughs. rough, shameless. “yeah. what, that surprises you?”
you stare at it, fingers brushing along the base. it wraps—something tribal, something bold, ink trailing up the underside of his shaft and curving around toward the head. it’s hot. it’s insane. it’s so renji.
“i didn’t think you could get any filthier,” you murmur, wrapping your hand around him, stroking slow. “but this?”
he moans, just under his breath. “don’t start unless you’re ready to finish, babe.”
you press a kiss to the base, tongue sliding up along the trail of ink, and his hips jerk.
“you get this done for me?” you purr, licking up to the tip. “so i’d find it?”
“got it done ‘cause i’m a sick fuck who likes watching your lips on my dick,” he growls, voice low and wrecked already. “you tracing it with your mouth? shit—that’s worth all the pain.”
you smile against him. wicked. hungry.
then you suck—slow, deep, following the tattoo with your tongue as you take him into your mouth, and renji groans like he’s being fucking possessed, head thudding back against the headboard.
“fuck,” he pants. “that tongue on the ink—fuck me—keep going.”
Summary: Choso is very good with kids. It makes sense; he's a good listener, good at sharing, and kind. He'd be a great dad. You knew all of this about your boyfriend, but something about seeing it for yourself made you want to make him a daddy.
"That's a cool train!" Choso says, sitting cross-legged on the floor with your nephew, you had to watch for a few days. The little boy wobbles around picking up toys and giving them to Choso. Each time Choso would adopt an overly exuberant tone, widening his eyes in amazement at whatever the 2-year-old showed him.
You lounge on the leather armchair in the corner of the room, finishing up some work on your laptop, occasionally looking up, admiring how attentive your boyfriend is.
Choso has an intimidating look to him. He's huge, tall, and extremely muscular with multiple tattoos and piercings. How gentle he is with the little boy is a sharp contrast to his menacing appearance.
"Now what do we have here? " he asks, taking the action figure from your nephew and analyzing it.
"You!" The little boy insists, giggling as he picks up another toy.
"Me?!" Choso asks, chuckling, fiddling with the toy's arms. "This isn't me, silly!" He says, holding up the muscular figure to the boy.
"It does kinda look like you, babe." You chuckle from across the room, peering at him through your glasses. He looks at you as a smile spreads across his face, looking back at the little boy.
"Okay!" He says, "This is me." He plays with the toy's arms. "What about you?" he asks the boy. Your nephew picks up a toy car and shoves it in Choso's face. "Race car!" he says enthusiastically.
"You get to be a race car?" Choso asks, "That's not fair!" He says, chuckling, tickling him.
You get up from the chair, giggling and shaking your head. "Where you goin'?" Choso asks, brows furrowed, looking over at you.
"I'm going to take a shower, and I'll be back." You say, "You good with him?"
"Oh, we're fine." He says, "Aren't we?" He looks at the little boy as he nods. Choso looks back at you. "Go relax, babe, I've got this." You smile before strutting down the hall. "You're the best!" You call out.
When you come out of your bedroom, drying your hair with a towel, you see them sitting on the floor in front of the TV as some random cartoon plays.
Your nephew sits on Choso's large lap, head cranked up, staring at the show. Choso's head is propped up on the little boy's, equally intrigued by the child's program as he mindlessly plays with the little boy's tiny fingers.
The sun is setting now, casting a warm glow on your boyfriend's handsome face. The child yawns, catching Choso's attention. He smiles at the little boy as he notices you out of the corner of his eye.
"Bedtime." You say, tossing the towel over a chair at the counter. "Aw, man." Choso pouts. "That time already?"
"Yep." You say walking over, picking the boy up, and setting him on your waist. He rubs his eyes with his fists before tiredly resting his head on your chest.
"This little guy's gotta be up early for Mom and Dad." You say, looking at the little boy, wiping drool from the corner of his mouth. Choso stands up, looking down at you.
"He's so smart." He whispers, caressing his leg, as if the boy were already asleep. "Sure is." You agree, patting the child on the back lightly, "Takes after his daddy."
Choso looks into your eyes, and you already know what he's going to say.
You raise your eyebrows and smirk. "That's a conversation for another time, Komo." You say. "I'm going to go put him down. Can you pick us something to watch?"
He kisses the top of your head. "Sure." He says. You walk to the guest room and get your nephew ready for bed, setting him down in the pop-up crib.
Walking back into the living room, you see Choso manspread on the couch, shifting through possible movies to watch with the remote in hand.
You cuddle up next to him. Of course, he chose a corny horror movie. He sets down the remote, hugging you to his large frame.
You can't pay attention to the movie; all you can think about is how good he looked taking care of your nephew. His large, calloused hand innocently rubs your inner thigh.
You shift next to him as you rub your legs together, trying to relieve the tension growing between your thighs, a small mewl leaving your lips.
He gently squeezes your arm, looking down at you. "Whatcha thinkin' about?" He asks, tilting his head, oblivious to how insane he drives you.
You gaze back at him, the light of the TV highlights his sharp, masculine features, his eyes full of admiration and love.
You tilt your head up as you connect your lips to his neck, applying open-mouth kisses at the sensitive spot by his jaw. His hand moves to the small of your back as he leans into your touch.
You escalate the kisses to licking and sucking, creating a bruise. He groans as his dick grows in his sweats.
You slowly climb on top of him, putting both hands in his hair as you continue your assault on his jugular. "Where's this coming from?" He questions, his tone dripping in arousal.
You grind down his bulge as you stare at him. "You're so good with him, cho." You say, stroking his cheek. "So big and strong", you trail off, running your hands down his solid abs, "But you're such a softy."
He rubs your back, admiring you, a twinkle in his chocolate brown eyes. You grab the bottom of his shirt, yanking it lightly, requesting that the garment be removed.
He grabs both sides, pulling the shirt over his head, tossing it mindlessly.
You rest your hands on his chest, continuing to grind down on him.
He pulls you closer, one hand on the back of your neck, the other on your ass. He takes your mouth in his, connecting his tongue with yours immediately.
He devours you. He takes like mint and the cherry Chapstick you bought him as a joke, but he loves it.
He hooks his fingers under the hem of your tank top as you lean back, allowing him to pull it completely off, revealing your bare chest.
His dick throbs under you as he takes a nipple in his mouth. "God, cho." You sigh, brushing his hair with your fingers.
He hums, swirling his tongue around the bud, nibbling it slightly. He knows how sensitive you are, and he knows how to drive you crazy.
"I need you." He whispers, slightly out of breath, looking at you, eyes wild with want. You whimper, swinging your legs off him, lying your back on the couch as you shimmy your shorts off.
He pulls his sweats and briefs off before climbing on top of you. He runs his tip up and down your soaked slit. "Oh fuck." He murmurs as his eyes roll back slightly.
You reach up, placing your arms around his neck as you hook your legs around his waist, pulling him close.
He pushes in, stretching you wide. You both groan as you clench around him, squeezing the back of his neck, urging him to go deeper.
He sinks in the rest of the way, bottoming out as he nuzzles his face into your neck. You can feel the heat on his cheeks as they brush past your ear.
He thrusts into you slowly, welting you deep each time your hips meet. You gasp for air as he hits your G-spot every time, making you curl your heels into his back.
He pants as his thrusts become meaner. "Shit, I love you so much." He whines in your ear as he punishes your cervix with no sense of restraint.
You dig harder into his back as you turn to kiss the side of his face. "Faster." You pant, body moving up the couch with each thrust.
He pulls back, putting your legs up as he braces himself on the armrest behind your head. The new angle rips a groan from your throat as he speeds up, the bruising force never faltering.
Your legs rest on his shoulders as they shake, tears forming as he hits your sweet spot over and over again.
"Fill me up." You coo, peering at him through your lashes with your mouth hanging open.
He stares down at you as his expression twists, like you just fulfilled his deepest desire. His cock pulses inside you as he whimpers.
"I'll make you a daddy." You moan, feeling the familiar warmth build.
"Fuck, if you keep talking like that, I'm gonna cum." He rasps, practically choking on his words as his thrusts quicken.
He reaches down, applying pressure to your clit. "Please cum, baby." He begs, hitting you deeper than you thought possible. Your whole body stiffens as you orgasm, his whiny request pushing you over the edge.
You cry out, scratching at his triceps and clenching him as he pounds into you tirelessly. His head hangs as he watches himself enter you, a white ring forming around his cock.
He clenches his jaw, hair falling in his face, squeezing his eyes shut as his thrusts come closer together. "Gonna make you a mommy," He pants, "You'll look so sexy carrying our baby."
"Do it, cho." You beg, holding onto his forearms for stability. He grunts, hammering into you before shooting inside you, filling you up the way you beg him to, your name leaving his lips.
He hovers over you, catching his breath. You rub his back, whispering how much you love him and how good he did in his ear.
He whimpers, kissing your shoulders and chest. "Would you want a girl or a boy?" You ask, as he shifts to lie beside you, pulling you onto his chest, cuddling you close.
"Whatever you want." He says, stroking your back. "Maybe, a girl?" He adds, after giving your question further thought, looking deep into your eyes.
"I hope she looks like you."
AN: I know this came off a little fluffy in the beginning but I think I recovered.
