Tags: nsfw, smut, virginity loss (for Denji), nipple sucking, dick riding, virgin!Denji, experianced!Reader, sub!Denji, soft dom!Reader
Word count: 1.1k
A/N: First commission for @prettylilbug!
The first time you saw a text from Denji saying ‘Wanna watch a movie tonight?’ you thought nothing of it. After an especially long day of work, you and Denji finally arrive home, feeling tired but looking forward to spending the evening together. By this point, you practically lived with him, going to his house after every workday. It was a good thing that he decided to get his own apartment after a few months of dating you, expecting to get lucky and not wanting it to be interrupted by Aki or Power.
He gently took your hand, intertwining your fingers with his. It's a small gesture, but it spoke volumes about his desire to be here with you. As you and Denji walked into his living room, he guided you towards the couch, encouraging you to sit down and relax while he picked the movie.
You wanted to take a seat next to him but instead found yourself pulled into his lap, his sharp toothy smile greeting your gasp, “More comfy this way.” He loved cuddling with you at every opportunity, and this position meant that he could kiss you easier, that you could straddle him half way into the movie after way too many of those kisses had distracted you from it.
Denji was touchy, always, but tonight he seemed to be particularly so, if a tiny bit more hesitant at the beginning when you’d glance back at him.
You got more comfortable, pressing against him, turning your body so you were chest to chest, your hand in his lap. You glance up at him as your fingers curled against his thigh. The heat and the muscle tensed, but other than that he didn’t bat an eye. He focused all his energy in trying to remain as calm as possible.
You started drawing a circle on his leg, moving it up slowly, your fingertips curling at the seam of his jeans and following it up his shirt. And up. And up. His breath hitched when you got too close for comfort and smirked, your thumb now brushing over his hardening cock.
Denji jumped and reached down, stopping your hand, looking down at you, “What are you doing?” he asked. His voice wasn’t one of annoyance or anger, but fear, and of the lust he was trying to keep to himself.
“What do you mean?” You pulled away from him, completely at a loss as to how he could have not known what you was doing. “I thought that was obvious.”
“Y-Yeah but... I’ve... you know I’ve never...” His deep blush covered him from the top of his head and vanished below his shirt. “I don’t wanna mess it up. Finish too fast or... hurt you.” Denji was as perverted as they come, but also as insecure as they come. Eager for sure when the action got going but this was a little different.
“I understand that you’re nervous but you don’t have to be.” You said against him as you leaned in and kissed his cheek, then trailed down his jawline, nipping gently by the time you hit the angle of his jaw. He let out a ragged breath as his hands went to your hips as you dragged your tongue down his neck, causing him to tilt his head back, swallowing thickly. “I don’t care which one of us has more experience, I want to share this one with you.”
You cupped him through his, fingers curling around him and rubbing up and down, causing him to groan and whimper. Denji shifted his hips upwards into your palm, trying to get some more friction, but you moved your hand in an instant and buried in his hair as you kissed him deeply. He groaned as he tilted his head to the side, his hand cupping your cheeks, his other arm on your waist as you unzipped him and fished out his hard cock.
He went the other direction, his free hand tugging your shirt down until your tits spilled from your bra. “Fuck. You have the prettiest tits in the world, you know that babe. Can’t even fit one in my hand.” He paused at kneading one and sucking at the other before he would switch and continue to lavish you with attention you deserved.
You reached down, took Denji’s cock in your hand and lined it up, pulling away the moment he thrust upwards. “Uh, uh.” You scolded and shook your head. “Don’t move….that’s an order.” You said as you lifted an eyebrow at him.
He furrowed his brows but smiled a little as he nodded to confirm what you told him. He sighed a little as he tried to make himself relax, but he was humming, every inch of him buzzing because of your pussy hovering over his cock. “I like the panties you chose for tonight.”
“I’m glad cause you get to keep them after this.” And use them. That went unspoken but Denji’s cock sure got the memo.
For now you didn’t have the patience to pull them off and neither did Denji. You shifted your weight on top of him, one of his hands still balancing you as you stroked a few times before you settled back onto him, taking all of him into your pussy.
“Ah. Are all of them... this tight and warm?” Denji could barely get the words out from how much he shook with pleasure, willing himself not to come. Fuck, this was good, so fucking good, so much better then his hand.
“All of them? You only have my pussy to worry about. Understood?” He nodded dumbly, a lazy smirk settling over his face as you established a pace, up and down his cock, dripping down his balls. “Hold my panties like this.” He did, the hand on your tit moving to do the task he was ordered, “Good boy, Denji, your cock fills me up so well. I’ll be sure to make up for all the times... ah... that you had to use your hand.”
That was the promise that made him blow his hot load all over your belly, seeing as he was not keen on becoming a dad on the same day he lost his virginity, “Fuck... made a real mess of you babe.” He wasn’t sorry at all, his cocky smirk pressed against your tits as he kissed them over and over in faux apology.
“I like when you make a mess.” You confessed hot against his ear, “And I like doing the same.” Questions began to take over Denji’s brain before you commanded, “Keep your thumb on my clit, okay handsome?” He nodded dumbly as you pinned his cock between his abs and you pussy, spreading your juices over it as you rolled your hips, chasing your own orgasm until your body snapped and feel forward onto him, “Good boy, Denji.”
No one asked for this, but there has to be someone else out there that likes fishmen? Anyway, here’s some love the prince himself 🫶
Pairing: Prince Fukaboshi x fem! reader
Rating: explicit mature content (18+), NSFW
Word count: 1,6K
CW: praise kink, oral sex (female receiving), insane size difference (monsterfucking??? idk but he’s HUGE), mutual masturbation, humping, praise, use of “princess”
Going to Fishman Island and ending up in the private quarters of the next heir of the crown after the big battle was not part of your plans. But fuck you could never imagine leaving this paradise, especially being drawn to the eldest prince, who by chance was mesmerized by you as well. Humans had never crossed his mind as potential lovers, but you had bewitched him during your short stay, and he needed to have you alone. Even if it was for just a night, knowing well you had to continue your adventure with the rest of the country’s saviors.
Curious and gentle thumbs caressed the soft flesh of your inner thighs, eyes drinking in the sight of your plush and glistening cunt in front of him as you lay in his palms, with him on his stomach exploring your body. Admiring how small you were beneath his touch, easily able to pin your knees to your chest with his thumbs pressing on your thighs to spread them further, giving a tiny, adventurous lick against your slick folds with the tip of his tongue. However, upon hearing a loud gasp reach his ears, he withdrew the muscle and gave you a small despaired look.
“Did I do something wrong?” his voice remained soft, the prince’s ability to stay calm under any circumstances still prominent even in this unfamiliar situation.
The worry melted away from his face when you gave him a smile, stroking his hand, “Not at all, please don’t stop”.
With your words of encouragement, he dipped back down, his tongue eager to taste more of you, relishing in the music that fell past your lips while he discovered all the places that had you writhing in his hands, moaning his name in a shameless manner.
“Oh, prince Fukaboshi, it feels so good!”
He laughed lightly at your words, “No need to call me prince, it’s so formal,” he hummed before licking over your clit, feeling your body shake in his hands, his breath hot over your folds, “or is that a hint for me to call you princess?”.
He saw how your eyes widened in response before a loud gasp erupted from you when his tongue licked over your throbbing entrance.
“Oh god, fuck!”
A shiver pooled down his spine at your exclamation, blood rushing to his pulsing cock against the sheets. His lips enveloped your pussy in a warm kiss, groaning against you as he listened to how much you enjoyed his inexperienced mouth devouring you.
“I’m sorry, but it won’t fit,” his cheeks were tinted pink as he voiced his thoughts after turning to his back at your request, sitting against his wall with you on his abdomen, oh so close to his touch-deprived cock. It was lusting for you, twitching under your gaze where it stood proudly, larger than you had ever fantasized one to be. And it had you drooling, mesmerized at all the ridges and bumps along his length, disappointed that you wouldn’t be able to ever feel them massage your walls.
“Don’t worry about it,” you smiled, your hand reaching to stroke the smooth and burning hot skin, causing the prince to groan loudly, for once losing his composure, his shocked face meeting your playful one, “is it okay if I try something, my prince?”.
Choking on his breath, he nodded eagerly, eyes focused on your every move and grimace. His soul ascended when you licked at the head of his cock, as well as pushed yourself against his girth, trying to rub him as well as you could with your body, your soft breasts flush against him.
The prince had never experienced anything like it, throwing his head back against the wall while your small mouth worshipped his cock that held the power to split you in half and more. The fantasy of your warm fluttery walls around his girth alone had his eyes rolling to the back of his head, with a moaned whisper of your name.
“So big, my prince, I wish I could have you inside me,” you murmured against him, sending small vibrations through his length, adoring the deep sounds coming from his gut as the pleasure was too much to restrain any longer. And an idea formed in your head.
“Fukaboshi?” you bit your lip while catching his gaze, his lust-filled expression filling your core with unbearable heat. You pushed his heavy cock against his abdomen with the weight of your body as you straddled him, your hands finding the edge of his bulbous head, stroking it softly. And the prince moaned heavenly, his abs tensing beneath you as his breath quickened, “Is it okay if I ride you?”.
A small hint of confusion roused on his otherwise flustered expression, “Ride?”.
With a roll of your hips and a breathless sigh, you proved to him actions speak louder than words, your slick cunt dragging slowly against his cock. And you were so wet. Humping his massive length, you made sure to squeeze him tightly with your legs and press your hips down to provide him stimulation, along with your hands playing with his sensitive tip. A sight and memory he’d cherish until the next time you would meet. Praying that it wouldn’t be long until your next encounter.
His voice was laced with desire and disbelief when it reached your ears, “You look breathtaking like this, and you feel so good,” his praising words made you more eager, your hips starting a faster pace, riding the ridged underside of his cock providing an unfamiliar and overwhelming pleasure against your cunt, making you moan loudly for the prince.
“Oh fuck, Fukaboshi!”
“Just like that, you’re doing so good, princess,” a strangled groan erupted from him when your nails scraped softly against his sensitive skin, making you smile at him with triumph in your eyes. Wandering eyes saw how your breasts bounced with each aggressive roll of your hips, fucking yourself on his cock, having found the perfect place to stimulate your clit as well as delicately massaging your folds, your core burning as a knot tightened in your body.
“Fukaboshi - ngh! - s’good! Can’t believe I’m - ah! - lucky enough to be with a prince!” you moaned out through pants while looking into his dark, hungry eyes focusing on you. His hands wrapped softly around your body before you were on your back in his grasp, the prince looming over your form as his heavy cock splayed over your body, his eyes meeting your widened ones.
“Is this okay?” his thumbs spread your legs apart, just like earlier, before he withdrew his hips, the ridges dragging harshly against your puffy and slick pussy ripping a desperate moan of his name from your throat.
“God yes! Please fuck me, your majesty!” and fuck he wanted nothing more, starting a small, experimental pace with his cock rubbing against your body, feeling your small, eager tongue licking the salty skin of his tip with each thrust, as well as being hugged by the soft, plump flesh of your breasts and stomach. But what drove him insane was your pussy, knowing exactly where it was based off of the radiating heat it provided against his girth, his ears blessed by the symphony of sounds he pulled from you. What a beautiful sight you were beneath his cock, taking all he had to give, but it wasn’t enough to get both of you to the paradise you searched.
He placed you in his left hand while his right occupied his cock, pumping himself right in front of you, allowing you to see the veins protruding on his hands, and his raw strength as he carried you in his palm.
“Can you touch yourself for me, princess?” it was a soft plea rolling off his tongue between heavy breaths, and it had your fingers rubbing your sensitive bundle of nerves instantly, spreading your thighs to give him a better view of your needy, glistening cunt, your other hand exchanged between playing with your nipple and palming your breast. Nothing but slick, wet sounds and breathy moans and groans could be heard from the room as you pleasured yourselves at the sight of each other. The knot in your body tightened, making you throw your head back against his fingers with your eyes screwed shut in pleasure.
“Oh fuck, I’m so close!” with your hand starting to cramp, you fought through it, wanting to reach the edge faster, and he saw your furious rubbing and picked up his pace as well, squeezing his girth harder knowing he wasn’t far away from that sweet release either.
“Please cum for me, sweet y/n, show me how good you feel,” and stars followed by white fog suddenly dominated your vision, lightning shooting down your spine as you moaned and yelped loudly for the prince, spasming in his palm. And with a few more pumps of his hand, he covered his fingers in his release, as well as coating your body in his seed, luckily missing your face. Coming down from his high, guilt struck him when he saw what he had done to you; the guilt digging deeper by how much he loved seeing your body pooling in his release. Your lazy, tired smile let him know you were still experiencing your bliss, so he decided to take you to his personal bath while you came back to reality, cleaning off the remains of your naughty escapade, before placing your back against his chest as he soaked the two of you in warm water.
Having a long conversation full of laughs and promises to keep in touch, and lots of flustered mentions on how much fun the visit had been, you had to leave the prince’s room without a soul noticing you. A pirate shouldn’t be seen leaving the room of the future king of Fishman Island, after all.
I love him and this is my first time writing something like this okay?🧍♀️
Not gonna tag anyone because this is pure self-indulgence and thirst for this merman <3 But if you do want to join my taglist you can find it here
this is a message to anyone who hates on me for writing for megumi or yuuji. do you seriously think im writing these stories because they are minors? do u think i get up and be like "omg yesss i am gonna write for underage people." i am an adult and i am attracted to adults. i only think about being sexual with adults. and to be honest, we are talking about DRAWN characters. in my head in fucking someone who is the same age as me. like it doesn't even cross my mind that i would imagine them as someone underage. also if we did everything by this logic, you wouldn't be able to read half of the stories here because people use headers for gojo or geto from when they were 16 too. almost every story i have seen has header from 1-5 episodes from season 2. does that mean the person is writing for minors too? no it doesn't because they are adults. aha, but in the picture they are not... interesting. like you are doing too much, if you don't like it = leave.
⌗︙・yuuji can't jack off to jennifer lawrence anymore ⸜⸜・
thr first time that yuuji saw he might be in love with you is when he stopped finding jennifer jawrence attractive.
his pants are down his legs and he's ready to take his half hard cock in his hand. yuuji's phone is glowing with hot pictures of jennifer lawrence, but he just feels odd. she's sexy as always but this time he just can't get hard as fast. his mind if clouded by imagines of you though. especially the time when he's seen you in the tiny bikini. blood rushes to his cock instantly. he doesn't wanna think about you, it's perverted and rude, but you would just look so pretty with his cock in your mouth. he thinks about how good you would be at it. maybe you're inexperienced and your teeth would scrape against his shaft from time to time. he would like that, knowing that he can teach you some things. but maybe you could take his whole cock down your throat without gagging. he moans, his hand going up and down on his cock. he can imagine your spit and precum mixed, dropping down on his balls. of course you would be eager to lap it up. he's dangerously close. hot pictures of jannifer lawrence never made him feel like the fantasies about you do. he cums on his hand with a clear vision of your tits. yuuji feels so damn guilty for what he's just done. but maybe he can spill some water over your shirt tomorrow so he'll have some material for other day.
armin loves to tease you, especially when you wear your pretty gem butt plug. the dark green diamond just looks so pretty against your skin and you look as if you we born to have something up your ass. armin tries to contain himself as you're laying on the bed but he just can't help it. he comes to sit next to you, his fingers toying with the butt plug.
"what are you doing?" you giggle, continuing to play on your phone. armin likes that you're distracted, muttering a little "nuffin" and slowly pulling the butt plug out. you whine at it, the stretch isn't the most pleasant thing. but armin knows that you need and he pushes it back inside of you. you drop your phone on the bed, burying your face into the mattress as he fucks the butt plug in and out of you. your moans are concealed by the mattress, yet still you're being so loud.
"you like getting your ass played with?" he asks, making you nod frantically. he continues to play with it for a little longer before pulling it out of you. your hole opens up for him before closing against nothing. although armin has ideas on how to deal with it. he positions himself behind you, the tip of his cock teasing your rim.
"let me cum inside that pretty ass so i can plug you up again."
Sally made his character dodge to the right, effectively juking the AI that was chasing him down. He grabbed the key and left the room, leaving the giant mutated rat behind as he left the sewers. He let out a breath, body relaxing, and he readjusted his hips as he sat back into the couch.
The minute adjustment caused Reader to squirm in Sal's lap as she laid back against his body. A blanket covered them, but underneath, Reader was sitting in Sal's lap with her pajama shorts shoved aside to allow Sal to pump into her body every now and then, his pants and boxers shoved down around his knees.
Reader had been teasing Sal as he played a game involving one of the four horsemen and the seven cardinal sins. He'd pulled Reader into his lap, turned so she could watch the screen, and moved their clothes just enough to slide into her slowly. Now, he was slowly pumping in and out of her intermittently as he cleared rooms and solved puzzles. His gaze was focused on the screen, tracking the movement of an abomination as he stealthed through a room, his hips going still.
Reader had been riding him smoothly as she watched Sal play, small sounds and gasps escaping occasionally as she moved her hips just the way Sal liked. Halfway through the second puzzle, Sal nudged Reader's hand to rub her clit as he thrust up into her, his thumbs never pausing in his gameplay.
He was almost free of the room when the abomination noticed him and shrieked before running full tilt at him. It chased him from room to room, hyper vigilant because Sal had put the game on Apocalypse mode. Sal quickly collected items as he ran, his hips stilling.
"Be still, peaches" Sal hissed, and he turned to fight the creature with his melee weapon, a barbed whip, conserving ammo for boss fights. Reader stopped moving her hips and watched, her hand falling away from her body where Sal had put it. The abomination was your average basic enemy, low health and a little slow. But the increased difficulty of Sal's game introduced a quick dodge to the annoying enemies, which interrupted Sal's parry, frustrating him. It made the fight go on longer than it should have.
When Sal defeated the abomination, his hips jacked up into Reader excitedly and they both groaned. Reader wiggled her hips against Sal, and he bit his lip as he continued where he'd left off before the small fight, pumping in and out of Reader slowly.
Sal pushed through the now unlocked door and the game launched into a cut scene that was obviously leading up to a boss fight. A disgusting creature that looked like a mountain of fat mixed with a praying mantis started it's obligatory evil speech.
Sal took advantage of the cut scene, drilling his hips up into Reader over and over until her breath came fast. He let go of the controller with one hand so he could grip her hip and pull her down onto his cock harder. Then the cut scene ended and Sal's hips stilled, his hand returning to the controller, his attention focused on the game.
Reader switched between sitting still with Sal held in her body, and slowly rolling her hips against Sal's as she slowly rubbed at herself. Her body occasionally writhed against Sal's as he fought the embodiment of Sloth. He groaned into Reader's neck as he hit a break in the fight as Sloth transitioned into his final form. Sal rammed his hips up and Reader let out a yelp as she clenched around him. He pressed her fingers harder onto her clit just as the final stage of the boss fight started, and Sal's hips stilled again as he concentrated on the fight, his hips sinking back down into the couch.
Reader squirmed in Sal's lap as she rubbed her clit like Sally wanted her to. She didn't want to distract Sal, mess up his fight, but she needed some kind of movement from Sal inside her and she rocked her hips against his desperately, unable to come on her own. Sal thrust up a little, giving her a fraction of what she needed, not enough for release, but just enough to maintain. Sal attacked the boss vigorously with bombs, ready to end the fight and get down to more pressing matters.
"Your death will be my most shining achieve-Urrrrrrrraaaaggggh!" Sloth fell into a heap, defeated, and Sal pressed the button to collect his soul. Then he tossed the controller onto the cushion next to him and grabbed Reader's hips, lifting her as he pulled his hips back until he almost slid out of her body.
"You're gonna get it now, peaches" Sal said in a low growl, his fingers squeezing Readers hips as he held her there, building up anticipation. The victory cut scene started playing, but was ignored as Sal wrapped an arm around Reader and pulled her close to his chest, still keeping the barest contact where he entered her. He rested his chin on her shoulder and drove his hips up as he pulled Reader down onto him, restraint gone.
Sal pounded himself into Reader's body twice with blinding speed, and then slowed his stroke so his body rolled against Readers deliciously. Reader gasped when Sal brushed against that spot deep inside her. "Yes Sally" she breathed, hee breath hitching, *Yes... Right there."
Sal moved his hips so he brushed against the place Reader alerted him to, stroking against it over and over with his length as Reader ground herself down on him. Sal slid a hand over to cover Reader's lower abdomen and guided her hips so they rolled against him as he thrust into her. Sal closed his eyes, concentrating on the rhythm of his hips and the feel of Readers body as it moved around him. He let his other hand slide up to squeeze one of Reader's breasts, sliding his hand under his sweater that Reader had put on so she could smell like him.
Pleasure thrilled through Sal, something in how Reader's hips moved catching him just right. "That's right, queenie... Just like that" he muttered, encouraging her to repeat the motion again with the hand on her stomach. Reader obliged and Sal's head dropped back on its own accord, his hands finding her hips again to thrust into her sloppily.
Sal felt Reader's lips on his jawline and he turned his head, craning his neck so he could kiss her. Reader whimpered against his lips, her body clenching around him as she came. Sal didn't stop, just continued pounding into her as he pulled away from her lips to groan as his release found him. When they were done, Sal stayed buried in Reader, giving her one more kiss. Then he picked up the controller and left the loading screen to continue his game.
"Just stay right there, peaches" Sal sighed, moving inside her just a little as he passed into the next area, "I'll beat the next boss and we can celebrate all over again."
Sal kissed Readers cheek and opened a chest, finding an inventory puzzle item before moving on, seeking out the next sin, Gluttony.
The two of you were in a club, when Sal was flirting with a girl as you weren't giving him attention so you dragged him to a room, locking the door and YK what comes next
[AN: it’s been,,, a while,,, hello,,,, ALSO I really don’t see Sal as the kind of guy to flirt with someone just to make you upset. But for the sake of it here we are! Sorry this took so long, admittedly I’m in like a semi-hiatus with actually doing stuff for my blog.]
Reblogs are appreciated!
Sally? Being a brat? How fascinating. He’s quite the social butterfly. Not necessarily introverted, but he likes to keep to himself at times.
For him to get jealous over you not giving him attention, or rather frustrated? Not that hard of a feat to accomplish.
He doesn’t like clubs and neither do you. For you to just ignore him? When he’s right there? How dare you?
It doesn’t take long for you to see him and watch him as he charms some ditzy woman. She’s receptive to him and really hanging off his every word. Though, he doesn’t let her physically touch him, nor does he let her go any further. That would be disrespectful and outside of the bounds of your relationship.
You fall down between his legs and caress his strong thighs as you lick your lips.
You bring him to a storage room and lock the door. You know this is what he’s wanted all night-you can feel it. He’s tented in his pants.
“You think you’re being cute, huh?” You ask as you sit him down on one of the crates.
Sal nods slightly. “I am cute,” he replies. “Not my fault other ladies think so too.”
You roll your eyes at him in loop his belt from his jeans. You grab at his wrists and secure them together with the belt. Not too tight, but just enough to give him an idea of what awaits when you two get home. Usually, you would wait until you get home but…
Poor thing might explode if you don’t touch him soon.
“Don’t touch me,” you say as you unzip his pants. You waste no time in fishing his cock out and stroking him. He’s so hard already. You chuckle as you look up at him.
“You’re so naughty.”
Sal blushes under his mask and looks away. The way your thumb swirls over his tip makes his heart flutter. “Reader,” he moans softly.
You quirk a brow up. “Uh-uh, what do we say when you’re getting your attitude adjustment?” Sal never caves this fast—especially when he feels like being a brat.
He proves you right by looking down at you and shaking his head. Still, he bucks his hips upwards for you to stroke him faster.
You tsk your tongue and shake your head. “Naughty, naughty, naughty,” you repeat as you take your hand off his cock.
Sal groans. “C’mon,” he sighs. “Just—just touch me.”
You look right through him. “Are you going to call me the right thing then?”
When his gaze refuses to meet yours, you move upwards and rest a hand on his thigh to support your weight. Your other hand moves to hold his chin and then his gaze directly towards you. “Sally?” You coo sweetly.
His shoulders drop slightly due to being broken so quickly but he nods. “Yes, Miss Reader,” he finally answers.
“Good boy.”
“Don’t touch me,” you say as you unzip his pants. You waste no time in fishing his cock out and slowly rub his shaft.
You rub him just a bit faster before you lick your lips. Slowly, your tongue pokes out and swirls at his tip. You've always loved how he moans and squirms underneath you.
He's already got precum beaded at the tip.
You know he wants to cum. You slide your tongue down his cock and bob your head. Your gaze reminds him not to touch you even though his bound wrists are twitching towards you.
Gods, he wants to be buried inside of you.
You giggle softly as his moans grow louder and louder.
Your hands gently squeeze his balls and his shaft as you try to coax him closer and closer to his release.
"Oh, oh Miss Reader I-" Sal lets his head tip back as he gently bucks his hips upwards to shove himself further down your throat. It's a gentle thrust - he knows that you have full authority in this situation. The music from the club pounds against the door.
You gently scrape your teeth along his cock which sends shivers down his spine.
"I-I, oh fuck I'm going to cum-" he breathlessly moans as he bucks his hips up harder.
That's all you need to hear. With a small grin, you pull off of him and leave him with one last lick.
"Come on!" He cries out in annoyance.
You start putting your brat back together so he's presentable. "You gotta learn how to behave," you giggle as you press a kiss to his lips after moving his mask upwards just a bit. You love how his blush ignites.
begging and pleading and smashing my fists on the table for sal x f!reader x larry where’s its just Buds Hanging Out but there’s definitely sexual tension and oh wow suddenly we r kissing and larry johnson and his tongue piercing r eating pussy and sal is figuring out how to touch boobs
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I am very well aware that it has been almost a year since I received this ask and I am so so sorry. However, here is the content I hope you've been looking for <3
contents: riding his thigh near the lake, sal being touchy, clothed clit rubbing
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being in nockfell was often too much to handle, especially now that the cult’s activity was dormant. it all puts too much stress on your little group, especially with college work dropping in like a storm.
that’s exactly why you and your boyfriend, sal, decided it’s better to go on dates to wendigo lake, where you can enjoy the quietness of nature. just you two, a blanket, some snacks, his guitar and the night sky was enough to get you in a good mood and raise your spirits again. however, this night was a little bit different. even though the cute date sal had prepared did put you in a good mood it also made you needy for his touch, wanting to feel him closer.
as the sun went down, your small discussion had turned into a makeout session as you straddled sal, his back pressed against the bark of a tree. his mask was thrown somewhere on the blanket that was under you, even if he had protested against it. even after all these years, he was still self-conscious about not wearing his mask, sometimes even with you.
it’s not that you didn’t understand it. to sal, even if he had accepted his accident and condition, his face still held a grand amount of trauma and he still felt afraid that you might see him one day for the ‘monster’ that he was. your heart always ached as you heard him say that.. how could the sweetest person you’ve ever met think that about himself? it was beyond you.
you did everything in your power to reassure sal about his aspect as the years passed and now you were happy to say it mostly worked. he had grown much more comfortable, often having his mask off when your friend group gathered for movie nights and hangouts at your shared house or the apartments.
“wait…” sal muttered as he pulled away. you could see his scarred cheeks turned a nice shade of pink, giving his pale skin some colour. you had two hair ties on your wrist, ones that you got after taking out sal’s pigtails so you could play with his hair as you kissed him. your hands rested on the sides of his face.
“what is it?” you looked around, thinking he had heard something in the woods surrounding the lake. sal’s fingers dig into your waist and you turn around to face him again.
“what if someone comes by? maybe we should stop…” sal’s blue eyes look into yours as you smile in relief. you twirl a strand of his hair around your index finger, brushing his bangs away from his eyes.
“do you.. want to stop?” you ask as you keep caressing his face. sal’s ears turn a bright red as he exhales sharply, fingers tapping on your lower back.
“no…” he whispers softly, smiling as he hears your chuckle ring in his ears. his eyes soften, lips finding yours again as he pulls you closer, enough so he can press his torso on yours. your hands pull his hair slightly, making sal groan and deepen the kiss.
the calm breeze blew against your faces as the lake’s water glistened in the moonlight. sal starts to grow touchy, hands pulling at your hoodie and caressing your thighs. you feel the heat surge through your whole body, now aware that it has been a long time since sally had touched you. you realise how needy he is acting in return.
to test the waters you decide to slowly grind your hips against his thigh, just in case he asks you to stop. that was proven to be useless, however, when he decides to push his knee upwards into your cunt, eliciting a choked moan from you. you pull away from the kiss with a gasp as your eyes meet his.
“don’t stop.. it’s okay….” sal reassures softly as he pecks the side of your chin, guiding your hips with his hands. you bite into your lip, pressing your cheek to the side of his head as you stabilise yourself by placing your palms on his shoulders. you soon realise the reason sally wanted to stop kissing you was because of the growing boner that was now pressing against your legs.
as thin as his thighs are you can’t help but whine as he flexes them, wet kisses being applied to your neck as you continue to grind your hips faster, harder, pushing yourself down on him “shit.. sally…” you mewl against the shell of his ear as his body shivers, his nails digging into your skin.
“i know… i know, baby..” his comforting voice goes straight to your heated core and you bite the flesh of your lip again. if you keep doing it, you might draw blood. who cares, anyway? it felt way too good to stop and for some reason you were now the shy one, afraid to make any noise. you knew sal loved hearing you, but you also knew he understood, that he didn’t mind. that all he was chasing was getting you off. and hopefully getting himself off too afterwards, since realising how desperate you were for him.
it doesn’t take long for your legs to start shaking as he starts rubbing your clit through your pants, the circling motion and grinding of your hips making your head spin as you hugged his neck. all sal does is hum contently, trying to ignore his own needs as he tries to help you relieve some stress.
“feel good?” he whispers as he kisses the bare space between your shoulder and neck, sucking a love mark into it.
“mhhmm.. yeah” you breathlessly say as you take a handful of his hair, making him smile. sally knew he wasn’t necessarily a catch, especially in bed. but knowing he got you acting like this was enough of an ego boost.
the kissing, soft praises and grinding all start to become too much for you and you end up cumming in your underwear in minutes, shivering against your boyfriend. as a reward, he makes sure to give you plenty of gentle kisses to your face as you pant “you did so well” sal muses as you look around.
“can we go home? i need you” you almost beg as sally smiles, fixing your hair.
“i think todd and neil are out tonight..” you smile at sal’s insinuation, lips ghosting over his before you pull him into a kiss. never before had you hurried so quickly to gather your belongings and leave the peacefulness of the lake to go back home and spend the night in the arms of your loving boyfriend.
I’m not sure if requests are still open or not (if they aren’t just ignore this!!) but if they are, I’d love a really sweet top sal fisher kinda thing!
˗ˏˋ 𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐓𝐈𝐄 𝐓𝐎𝐏𝐏𝐘 ˎˊ˗ | starring sal fisher
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*~smut!~*
[𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘]: softdom!sal x sub!reader, mentions of p in v, oral (fem receiving), praising
(pronouns used): AFAB reader
First piece I've posted in a bit, no other subject than my lil mass murderer himself <3
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⊹ ִֶָ𓏲࣪𖹭 Sal isn't really a rough sex kinda guy anyways, but he also isn't super into being the bottom, so he's a soft dominant all the way.
⊹ ִֶָ𓏲࣪𖹭 He's incredibly big on dirty talk, though, even though he doesn't really seem like he would be. (It's always the soft spoken ones, bro!)
"You're being such a good girl for me."
"I know it hurts baby, but you're doing so fucking good."
"I'm so fucking proud of you for taking all of my cock."
"You look so beautiful with your mouth around my dick, baby."
⊹ ִֶָ𓏲࣪𖹭 Sal loves when you're a mindless little sub baby for him. You sitting on the floor in front of him with your cheek against his leg while he absently rubs your hair and praises you- ugh, heaven for him.
⊹ ִֶָ𓏲࣪𖹭 If you had a rough day at school or something, he loves edging you to sleep. Just using his fingers to stroke away at your insides, except he doesn't let you cum until you tell him you feel better.
⊹ ִֶָ𓏲࣪𖹭 Or he just lets you sleepily rut yourself against his cock while murmuring to you in a soft voice.
"Shhh, you don't need to think, just fuck yourself to sleep, little bird."
⊹ ִֶָ𓏲࣪𖹭 Sal starts getting hella cocky when you become a mindless, drooling mess from bouncing on his cock for hours on end while he just smirks and gives you compliments about it.
⊹ ִֶָ𓏲࣪𖹭 He loves getting head from you. The sight of you between his legs, struggling to get past a couple inches, tears streaming down your face while you whimper like a good little fuck baby and he gently wipes your tears away with his thumbs and gently talks you through it.
"Ah.. shh, there you go, atta girl.. Just a little further for me? Can you do that baby? Can- ahhh, fuck yeah, there we go, just like that.."
⊹ ִֶָ𓏲࣪𖹭 He also uses his dominance to help you develop a sense of self respect and make healthy habits. You made your bed today? He'll fuck you in it and make it back up for you when you're down. You brushed your teeth? He'll give you the greatest head of your life. You ate breakfast today? He'll rub your clit and tell you how proud he is of you for trying today.
[A Note From Zee]
I apologize for taking so long, I just have not been in the mindset to write recently- Hopefully I can get some more (longer/better) requests settled out this weekend.
contents: mirror sex, clit rubbing, riding him, soft sex, a little praise, p in v
check the mlist for kinktober here!
your boyfriend might not have been as attentive all the time, and that was fine.
you understood the constant struggles sal went through, with everything going on from his nightmares to the paranormal investigation he had ongoing for years. it was his thing, but lately, he had been obsessed about it.
you sighed as you walked around the house, passing by neil who was hurrying out the front door “hey! call me or todd if you need anything, yeah?” you turned around, a smile plastered to your cheeks as you saw the way neil’s dressed “sure thing, dude. have a nice date!” you coo, bending over the kitchen counter and flashing him a smile.
the tall man makes his way out of the house before stopping and rushing back in, panicked “have you seen?–“ you raise your hand, showing him his phone “this?” he lets out a relieved breath, taking the phone away from your hands “fuck.. thanks. almost forgot my own head again” you smile, giving him a slight pat on his shoulder “go. you’ll be late” he smiles back before heading to the door “oh yeah, by the way. might wanna check on sal. dude’s been in the shed for a while now. think he didn’t sleep last night”
you bite down on your lip as the door closes. in truth, you did miss out on the weight of your boyfriend’s body next to you in bed the other night. you just hoped you were wrong. making your way through the backdoor, you step out into the yard, the sunlight blinding your sight. you take in the fresh air, the warm sun, the lively chirping of the birds. your hands hover over the passcode on the door.
the door makes a creaking noise as you push it and you’re welcomed to the sight of the rusty shed, walls filled with articles, pages, and clues regarding the cult you were all investigating. it had been a long treacherous journey that was nowhere close to being over. which is why sal sat at the table, analysing some newspapers into the lamp light. you leaned your weight onto the doorframe as two tired eyes pierced at you from behind the mask.
“damn, you look like shit” you state as sal scoffs “gee, thanks, babe. it’s why i wear a prosthetic” your lips open at his response before you roll your eyes “you know that’s not what i meant, sally” the blue-haired boy chuckles as you approach him. you move one hand to the back of his head, fingers unclasping his mask and setting it down on the table. you take his face into your hands and his head drops limp into them, letting himself be caressed.
your digits trace his scars and run over his tired eyelids “there’s my pretty boy” his eyes shoot open, lips moving upwards into a smirk “thought i looked like shit” your response comes in a second eye roll “i don’t know why you wear that mask around the house. it’s summer, sal, your face is all sweaty” you brush the hair sticking on the sides of his face away “habit” he replies as he sneaks a hand to your waist, burying his head into your tummy with a tired sigh.
“take a break” your voice drops an octave as your fingers work their way to his scalp “please” and he groans in response, pushing himself into your touch “fine.. wasn’t getting anywhere anyway” he moves his head to the right, watching the mess of papers and pencils on the table, all scattered words and underlined phrases that led to nothing in the end. it was frustrating, he felt obligated to help. yet every clue they had found seemed to either be erased by the members of the cult or led nowhere, which made them start over completely.
you back up, making room for him to get up. sal tiptoes, fingers reaching up to the ceiling as he stretches with a yawn, his hoodie rolling up to reveal his abdomen. you try not to stare at the happy trail peeking out from his boxers “after you” he so gentlemanly offers as you both step out of the shed, closing the door tightly behind you. and soon enough, the creak of the bed is heard as he throws his whole weight on the mattress with a content sigh.
you giggle at his behaviour, arms crossed over your chest. he gestures for you to join him, standing on the edge of the bed as he motions you to sit between his legs. as soon as you do, sal slouches, placing his chin on your shoulder and relaxing his sore muscles “missed you” he says quietly as his arms trap your waist into an embrace “i live with you, sal. how can you miss me?” you smile as you play with the rings on his fingers.
you look up at the mirror in front of the bed, watching sal’s expression shift. his eyes meet yours and your spine shivers at the intensity of his blue orbs “i haven’t been around these days. with the investigation and all. i’m sorry” your head cocks to the side, resting atop his “i understand why you do it, sally. it’s alright” he gently shakes his head “it isn’t. you’re the most important person in my life right now. there’s no excuse for ignoring you”
heat rushes to your cheeks at the serious manner of his speech, the sudden confidence rush hitting you like a truck “larry’s gonna be mad if he hears that” you smile as sally meets your expression with a grin “i’m serious, baby” your hand intertwines with his and you sigh, contented “you’re here now” cold lips touch the surface of your neck in chaste kisses “mhm”
“you need to take care of yourself more. you’re fucking up your sleep again” you scold him as he pouts, halting his ministrations “i mean it, sal” he nods, pulling away slightly, in defence “okay okay. i got it” you truly hope he does, since he has a habit of promising to take care of himself and not doing it “i sure hope so” and sal smiles, pressing a cheek to yours as he meets your eyes in the mirror again “i will do it. just not yet”
“what do you mean ‘not yet?’ “ you frown as he smiles, hands traveling from your waist to your hips and thighs “want to take care of you first” your eyes widen and your heart rate quickens at the implication “of me?” he smiles, gently pressing kisses to the space behind your ear “you know what i mean” and you feel yourself break into sweat. you want to be selfish. you want him to let you take care of you in a way only he can. but you also don’t want to rob the precious sleep time away from him.
“you should rest” you say, almost breathless as he smiles against the skin of your jaw “i’ll rest afterwards” his right hand slides up, tugging at the waistband of your pants and sneaking in between your legs. your breath hitches as his fingers find their way to your clothed clit and start rubbing gentle circles on it. you suddenly recall the first time you got intimate with him. the shy stares, the red cheeks, the stuttering. over the course of your relationship, sally had gotten way more confident, being able to keep that soft and tender heart of his intact despite the trauma he had endured.
you loved this man beyond words, he was aware of it and was sure to remind you every day that he felt the same. from small touches to telling you directly, sal was scared of making you ever think he had changed his mind in any way about you. if anything, he was probably falling in love with you more every day. and he knew the spark between you wasn’t about to die anytime soon. especially since he could feel the wetness pooling on the fabric of your panties after a few kisses and light touches.
“should’ve told me you missed me so much” sal whispers as you take ahold of his wrist, biting back a moan “you seemed tired. i didn’t.. fuck.. didn’t want to distract you from your work” you whined as he watched you in the mirror. you felt his hard-on poke your lower back “you know i’ll always make time for you” and his words go straight to your aching cunt, as he starts rubbing faster and faster. you dreaded the idea of having to clean your clothes afterwards.
your moans get louder as he settles his face in the crook of your neck again, sniffing your hair and taking your scent in “missed you so much.. fuck. how could i leave you for that stupid investigation? i’m such an idiot” he groans as his other hand sneaks under your hoodie and starts squeezing lightly at your breast. “don’t call yourself that” you scold again, before choking out a desperate moan. you were so close.
the moan makes sal’s breath hitch and his hand stops it’s movements as you look at him through the glass pane in front of you “sorry, i can’t do this anymore. need you so badly” he groans as he undoes his sweatpants, pulling them down slightly alongside his boxers. his dick springs out, tip leaking with precum as he grips your hips. you’re quick to follow his lead, removing your pants and soaked panties as you raise yourself slightly.
he guides you over him, nails digging into your hips as he points to the mirror “look at me with those pretty eyes” and you listen because it’s very rare that sal takes this kind of initiative, if any, in the bedroom. his blue eyes scan over your flushed face as he pushes your hips down, cunt swallowing his length. the friction makes you moan in unison, his cock sliding with ease between your folds.
by his stare you could tell he didn’t intend on breaking eye contact and, no matter how flustered you were by it, he looked too good to stare any other way. as your ass touches the skin of his thighs you both take a moment to adjust to the feeling, gasping softly at the way he’s feeling you up “shit.. missed this so much” sal moans as he looks down at the way you’re sitting on him “oh my god, sally, move!” you whine as he moans in approval, hands guiding your hips to ride him.
“shitshitshit you feel so good,,, fuck me” sal moans, throwing his head back slightly before he looks down once again, watching the way your wetness spreads on his dick. your hand flies to your mouth as you try to muffle your moans, failing miserably. as your eyes open you can see him staring at you once again through the mirror, cheeks red. the air in the room seems to disappear as your hip movements get quicker, needier. after all, he had unintentionally interrupted your orgasm and you were in desperate need to cum.
noticing your demeanour and reminding himself of how he stopped making you feel good a few moments ago, one of his hands trails down to your cunt, rubbing at your puffy clit again. your pussy clenches around him desperately, his name coming out from your lips like a prayer “sal, oh my god… please.. shit” and he groans in approval, muttering a string of “i know, baby, i know” as he pushes his hips up so he can reach deeper into your core.
your nails dig into his thighs and he kisses your spine lovingly as your eyes roll in the back of your head. his left hand supports your weight as your body shudders, making sure you don’t fall over “fuck, sally!” you whine as you cum all over his cock and thighs, making a mess on the sheets. his hand slides up from between your legs to your hair, caressing it gently as he praises you. you watch him in the mirror with half-closed eyes, nodding at him so he continues to move inside of you.
his lips touch the space between your shoulder and neck as he looks at you, continuing to push him on his cock, desperate to get himself off. you smile at him gently, taking in the view “i love you” you let out, earning a moan “love you too… shit… you’re so pretty” sal whines as he feels himself coming undone in return. it doesn’t take long until he’s filling you up with thick layers of cum, moaning and gripping at your hips with staggered breaths.
you both fall back on the mattress, panting softly as you try to reach for your panties to put them back on. you were way too tired to clean up. you turn your attention to your boyfriend, eyes closed as he pants softly, lips formed into a tiny ‘o’. your cheek presses against his chest, hand moving his face to the side and making him open his eyes.
you caress his features, watching his gaze soften as your eye and mouth corners turn up into a smile “hey” and he mirrors your expression, pressing a kiss to your palm, pupils almost turning into hearts “hey”
⟣ ──┈ · · · + ᴄᴡ ➣ nsfw content (mdni or I'll beat you), brat!reader, hard dom!nanami, hairpulling, pussy slapping, spanking, fingering, throat fucking, bathroom sex, degradation, teasing, jealousy, 1.3k+ words of filth
⟣ ──┈ · · · + ᴀ/ɴ ➣ I'M SO SORRY FOR HOLDING THIS UP FOR SO DAMN LONG this man makes me so damn feral it's not even funny.. this is for my angel @nanamibeloved (hope I did ur man justice rylie !!)
⟣ ──┈ · · · + sᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ ➣ during your house warming party, you have the genius idea of flirting with your husband's co-worker, how wrong could it go, right?
Kento was pissed, to say the least. You guys threw a house warming party tonight, just for you to cling onto satoru's arm the entire goddamn night. It was infuriating, and downright insulting to your husband, Kento. He was way too prideful to show it though, brushing you both off with a wave of his hand as he sips on his drink.
Somehow he lasted until dinner, you being seated next to Satoru, tits pressed up against his arm as you giggle at his stupid jokes. You were supposed to sit next to him, not the white haired dumbass. He was gonna be patient, though. There will be plenty of time to punish you later− "oh my, 'toru your muscles are so big!" You giggled, shamelessly feeling your husband's co-worker up in front of him as Satoru's lips stretched to reveal a sleazy smirk, and your lover decided he had enough. Cursing under his breath, Kento formed a polite smile, excusing himself from the dinner table before discreetly glaring at your direction, silently demanding you go with him. You smirked to yourself, this is exactly what you wanted.
You were slammed against the bathroom door as soon as you locked the door. You looked up to see your husband towering over you, a menacing aura surrounding him, it intimidated and turned you on at the same time, your thighs clenching together, god− you wanted him so bad.
"on your knees," Kento's jaw was clenched, palms flat against the door, effectively trapping you in. Scoffing, you tugged on his cheetah print tie, yanking him closer to you, "why don't you make me?" You could almost see the vein popping out of his forehead, "so you're playing that game, huh? fine, have it your way." Was the last thing he uttered before you were pushed down to your knees, a large veiny hand tangled in your roots as you winced in pain. "ow! kento− it took me like 3 hours to style my hai−" you were cut off by your husband's hardened length slapping against your cheek, effectively shutting you up. "I don't want to hear your blabbering," he sighed, pushing the bulbous tip past your lips as he shuddered in delight. "now, get to work, slut." You whined at the derogatory name, licking the underside of his cock before taking him in your mouth again, suckling lightly on the tip. He hissed when you slowly started to take him fully into your mouth, fingers tangled in your hair tightening with each inch you swallow. You took half of him before abruptly pulling off− his brows twitched in annoyance and he breaths a quiet "enough" before slamming into your mouth forcefully, the mushroom tip reaching the very back of your throat as you sputter and gag on it, not expecting him to be so rough. he keeps going till your lips touch the small tuff of dirty blonde hair near his base before pulling out almost completely− then brutally thrusting back into the wet heat of your mouth.
It went like that for what felt like an eternity− brutally thrusting in and out, in and out until you were on the verge of passing out, your hands that were previously slapping and scratching at his muscular thighs now went almost limp beside you before he pulled out with a groan. He felt a pang of guilt in his heart when he saw you coughing and breathing heavily, saliva and precum dripping down your chin in webs, trying your best to get air back in your lungs. But all of that guilt quickly disappeared once you looked up at him with a cocky but weak smirk, tears gathered in your lashes− "that all you got? I'm disappointed."
Oh you were such a vixen, and that's exactly what he loved about you. He was going to break you.
Even as he pushed you onto the marbel sink, large hands prying your thighs apart and he could practically smell your arousal− saliva pooling in his mouth. God, he needed to taste you. Right now.
And he did− thumb sliding your panties to the side as his tongue licks a fat stripe up your cunt, savouring your bitter sweet taste on his eager tongue. The tip of his tongue gently circled your swollen clit, your hands clawing at the smooth marble as you arch further into his mouth− only to be put back in place as he presses down on your lower tummy, looking up at you from between your legs, his saliva and your slick coating his chin as he peers up at you with those beautiful, brown eyes that held jealousy, lust and most importantly− so much love and adoration for you. The look in his eyes let you know that this was indeed, the man you fell in love with. The sweet, caring Ken−
Your thoughts got cut off by him slipping his tongue into your hole, groaning lowly at the taste− his fingers digging into the fat of your thighs; rough and calloused from his ruthless years of jujutsu. He'd never get tired of your addicting taste on his skilled tongue, it was almost like dopamine to him− the feeling of your clit throbbing against his tongue as he slurped everything you had to offer. "god, could never get tired of this pussy," he groaned lowly into your cunt, the vibrations from his gravelly voice against your sensitive core made your head spin− how was he so fucking good at this? Every time felt like the first time with him and you loved it− you both did, really.
He loved how your thighs trembled pathetically as he blew on your clit, two thick fingers slipping in to massage your inner walls. His tongue lapping and sucking softly on your little bud before biting it gently, laughing cruelly when you tried to close your thighs around his head. "darling, you're only making things worse for yourself," he sighed calmly before brutally cracking a hand down on your inner thigh, making the soft flesh jiggle and sting as you let out a pained yelp, a fresh wave of tears gathering in your pitiful eyes.
"s' mean.." you sniffled, timidly wiping your tears with the back of your hand, broken gasps emitting from your mouth as he lands soft slaps on your pussy, webs of slick sticking to his fingers as they collide with your aching cunt. "didn't you want this?" He scoffed, two fingers spreading your lips apart and licking his lips at your hole clenching on nothing as it gushed more of your sweet essence− pooling on the fancy marble. "wanted to be taught a lesson− and fucked stupid? huh?" he swiftly landed two spanks right on your clit− a loud cry leaving your mouth and he glared at you with those brown− almost fully black now eyes, effectively getting you to quiet down. You didn't want to see what happens if you angered him further. You honestly didn't expect him to be this rough.
But you couldn't get yourself to complain when he flipped you around, taking his beloved tie off and binding your hands behind you− tight. He easily picked you up and pushed you against the door once again, face smushed against the high quality wood as he pushed your panties down to your knees in one fluid motion− quickly lining up with your entrance before pushing the fat tip in, making the both of you let out quiet moans. Your nails were digging into the sweaty palms of your hand at this point− yelping in surprise when he grabbed your hair and yanked your face to the side before enveloping your parted lips in a kiss. The kiss was much sweeter and gentle compared to his borderline brutal thrusts− a perfect balance, if you will.
Your ass recoiled with each slam of his hips against it, nasty squelching sounds filling the walls as you tried your very best to stay quiet. But unfortunately for you, your husband wasn't having any of that. Instead of shushing and telling you to keep quiet− he encouraged you to be louder− to scream his name until your lungs burned. He wanted you to be so damn loud so that fucker Satoru would know that you're his− that you're Kento's and he would make sure of it.
Oh damn Yan!Sal has fantasies with Y/N 👀 I wonder what kinda of fantasies
Well, he thinks about y/n like all the time, so it just depends...?
if you’re wondering about that drawing of him daydreaming in bed, his thought process was a little something like...
Love-Sick Sally fantasizing about his darling-
>asdfhf fuck, they have such a cute expression in this one!! I just wish it was more in-focus;; 📸
>But I couldn't exactly let them notice me weaving through aisles to follow them around the supermarket... 🛒
> Well, at least I got this.... And a couple more. And their receipt. And the straw from the drink they accidentally left in their cart after they put it away. 🥤
>...
>...oh god, im such a creep??? This isn't good. This is NOT GOOD. Get it together, Sal! You just need to talk to them already!! Throw all this literal trash away and just talk to them, like you do with everyone else!!
>...but I choke every time?? I've tried and I... Ugh, Im sweating just thinking about it;;;
>and it's not trash...
>(sigh)... maybe the 'secret admirer' letter idea would be the best bet...
>But I've made so many drafts already and they all suck? So much?? Damn it, it all sounds so cheesy that it seems like some awful prank...
>No, I can’t let [y/n] even consider that it’s a joke. The real one has to be flawless! A serious, unmistakable, genuine love-letter!! 💌💕
>And I can't just write it on notebook paper, either. This isn't high school... I need to pick out some decent stationary..;;;
>at least I know what they would like...
>... oh man... what if they say ‘no,’ after all this? Fuck, I'll feel like such an idiot... and a huge perv;;
>as if Im not one already.??.. ugggh;;;;
>but... what if they say "yes"?
>God, if I actually got to go out with them... oh man oh man oh man~~~ 💘💞💓💖💕
>I have to think of somewhere to take them... just a walk to the gas station or something would be so lame;;;
>Movies are always the classic first date, right??
>Oh, I'll take them to a showing of that film they've been googling recently! It's been out for a while, so it shouldn't be hard to get tickets- perfect!
>We can sneak in some snacks, sit together, share an arm rest, split a soda with one straw, hold hands...~
>In a dark, possibly-empty theater.
>Well, if we make it a late screening, on a week day, it should be just the two of us...
>Alone. For two hours. In the dark. With the soundtrack of the movie, which we both would agree is too boring to pay attention to, playing so loudly nobody else could hear us, and the bottom strap of my prosthetic would already be undone, so there would be no awkward fumbling....
>Maybe if there’s a scene at night or in a cave or something, they would let me... kiss them? You know, if it was going well?? 👉👈💋
>And maybe... if it was going really well, they'd let me go down on them during a dimly-lit scene?? 👀
>and maybe, if it was going really, really well, they'd return the favor during a well-lit one???😳💓
>dsljghajsghhasdglahglhaskg//////🥵🥵🥵🔞🔞🔞💘💘💘💦💦💦
>holy shit okay okay okay chill the fuck out, you've already had to change your shirt twice today like come on;;;;;;;;;;
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