Hey it's Roxy! I'm just a 30 year old who watches anime/cartoons, as well as reads/writes fanfics to keep me sane. currently watching: || one piece (anime) ||
I've said it before and I'll say it again. We need a "This is absolutely NOT mature content" feedback button on posts. You can report a post as missing a community label. We should also be able to report posts as having a community label when they dont fucking need one.
Note: I have this hc on Yuki being deeply vulnerable with Choso in bed, and he caresses her cheek gently. It was so comforting, that Yuki teared up - a relief, a release of a sorts.
Some short, very nsfw Hitsukarin filth for its enjoyers! :) I don't know where it came from, some word repetitions are on purpose, some are not. Pure smut below. :)
Hot. So. Hot. That was all Karin felt. Toshiro sucked her nipple into his hot mouth, swirling his tongue over it, sucking gently then repeating before traveling to the other side. He kissed her chest. Hurried. Open mouthed. His lips brushed against her breast, tongue lapping at the hardened nipple then pulling into the hot softness of his mouth. She cried out.
His palms were on her hips and waist, steadying her, holding her, anchoring her in place before she could have fallen apart under his touch.
Her hips rolled forward. Hot, impatient, needy.
“Fuck. Toshiro.”
His hands made her repeat the movement. Shaky, hungry, yearning.
She was perched on his lap, the little clothing they wore long gone, her wetness soaking him as she was grinding all over his length. He was hot, downright delicious against her.
His mouth released her and moved back up to her neck, leaving wet, red and purple marks on her skin. She let out another cry, her hips jerking forward this time a little deeper and his hot, glistering, soft tip was pressing right against her. He hissed and his hands guided her down, increasing the agonising ache, the urging pressure against her entrance.
She was unable to stop herself from rocking back and forth, never enough to lose the pressure, too little to have him inside her.
They were both breath and noise. Pushing and pulling, keeping him right there, right against her soaking heat.
It was mind numbing, teasing in the best ways possible. Karin felt her mouth fall permanently open. She was dripping already, playing their little game until she couldn’t, until the need was too much, the hunger too deep, until their movements became too frantic to keep them small and his tip stretched her open.
“Shit.” Her mouth was against his neck, eyes screwed shut, hands and arms holding onto him in desperation.
She sank down a tiny bit more, only to have his whole tip inside of her then lifted herself until he barely was.
Toshiro cursed.
Karin lowered down again, a little more this time, easing him inside, coating his shaft in her wetness, always coming back up.
His body was tense, so tense under hers, every muscle fighting the urge to push her down onto himself, to have her fully. He tried to hold on, it would come, he was sure of it because Karin’s thighs were shaking and her will power was at its limit too.
Having him fill her more and more, deeper and deeper, the heavy warmth of him against her walls were maddening, addicting. She could resist less and less, her body demanding more and more.
She was fucking herself on him, with slow, long movements and his hands aided her in every second.
“Oh! God!” Karin bit down on his shoulder not to scream when he finally bottomed out, sinking as deep into her as he could. Then he pushed her lower, deeper, thrusting his hips up, pressing their bodies so close until they were molding into one.
Karin didn’t lift this time, she had no strength, she wanted him where he was, filling her fully, stretching her deliciously. They moved, rocked together, his hands still keeping her right there.
They kissed, messy and hot and frantic and Karin started to move. Almost deliriously swaying and rocking her body against his, never lifting, not bouncing, keeping him deep inside.
She wanted to last but it was impossible. She was too turned on, on edge, finally having what her body and soul craved more than anything. Not coming fast wasn’t an option. Not when her clit was rubbing against him with every move. Not when his mouth was against her ear, sighing, gasping and mumbling her name. Not when his hands traveled up and down her body, grabbing her butt, kneading his hips or his thumbs rubbing and opening her right where his cock was buried inside her. That was the last drop.
She was loud already. Body shaking, barely hanging on, wanting to enjoy this as long as she could, but he whispered the sweetest encouragements into her ear and she lost it.
“Oh! Now!” She sighed before pleasure overcame her, buried and swallowed her. She came. So hard and loud, her muscles were becoming a musshy, shaking mess. She melted against him as Tosiro trusted up into her, keeping her in place, right where they both needed her and the sound of it was obscene. He came a moment after her, filling her, hot and long, his fingers leaving marks over her hips.
Karin wasn’t sure when either of them stopped moving. She was putty against him, a heaving, panting mess, buzzing with the pleasure and satisfaction after.
Toshiro’s heart was hammering in his chest, a stark contrast with the slow dance of his fingers on Karin’s back. Her forehead was against his neck and limbs were too heavy to try and move. He was still filling her, dripping out of her, satiating that particular hunger in her.
“I’m never asking you to help me with that bra clasp ever again.” Karin managed finally, still relaxing against Toshiro. “We are so late.”
“Not sure what you expected after wearing matching, pretty, lace lingerie and not seeing each other for a month.” Toshiro rasped, peppering kisses into her messed up hair.
“Some decency.” Karin deadpanned, tipping her head for the next kiss to land on her lips.
“It was pretty decent I think.” Toshiro grinned, too proud, very uncharacteristic.
Karin glared at him, performative. She loved this side of him, the bold, daring, indecent, suggestive, ridiculously hot one. The one no one got to see only her. “Oh, god, shut up.”
“Gladly!” His hands went to her hair, tilting her head a little more, looking at her before kissing her deeply, lazily. It was a look that didn’t promise anything good, at least not in terms of leaving their bed anytime soon.
