i think that to some extent, venti has the ability to change how only certain parts of his body look like. most of the time, his dick is average - itâs not like heâs showing it freely to everyone! - and itâll stay that way when he deflowers your pretty pussy for the first time. but heâs so mean, and by the second time youâre sitting all pretty on his cock, heâs suddenly becoming bigger! his shaft is now long and thick, and his fat mushroom tip is twitching. âv-venti.. âs so big now..ngh!â you can whine all you want, but heâs just gonna sit down and enjoy your shy and hesitant bouncing on his dick.
like archon, like follower, so itâs no surprise that dahlia is so similar to venti in that aspect. you can see the outline of his cock from his shorts, and for some reason (you) itâs always half hard and leaky. when he finally pounces on you, heâs like a mad man. if you say something about his size, dahliaâs only gonna get harder and fuck you more! he already is so happy to have such a pretty thing wrapped around his finger that he canât help but shove his dick in you all at once <3 but you gotta be good, kay miss? be good and take his load.
you spent one too many nights wondering how vice captain lohenâs dick was like. poor you, humping your pillow so lost in thought, so desperate to know what the man of your dreams was packing down there. and when the time comes, and youâre on your knees in front of lohen, all pretty and doe eyes, you realize you were not actually prepared. his cock falls out of his boxers, his fat shaft hitting your forehead. âwhat, disappointed?â he scoffs, teasing. ân-no, âfcourse not, captain-â âgood, arenât you such a doll?â donât worry, lohen thinks you look like one even when youâre desperately trying to suck on his cock just to make him feel good!
Hello! I hope you're doing well. If requests are still open can I request a Byakuya Togami (or general it doesn't have to be specific) x reader where the guy loves recording reader while they fuck or get horny. Reader loves it too with enthusiastic consent (hell reader was the one who bought the camera). Sorry if that was too specific, just ignore this if it's too weird or whatever. Have an amazing day!! :)
hi nonnie <3 tysm for requesting !!! i actually had this idea with other characters too so i turned this into a thirst đ sorry if its disappointing but i hope u like it <3
with fins, albedo, lyney, wriothesley, VENTI, thoma, CHILDE, ayato, ifa, heizou (genshin impact), ASHVEIL, mr reca, gallagher, caelus, sampo (honkai: star rail), lighter, WISE, harumasa, manato (zenless zone zero), byakuya togami, rantaro amami, nagito komaeda (danganronpa) AIKU!!!, bunny, kaiser (blue lock), sydney, robin (degrees of lewdity)
contains dubcon, reader is hesitant at first, recording, fingering, missionary, tit slapping, overall its kinda rough but who cares âĄ
everyone deserves a boyfriend who loves recording you while youâre having sex. and lucky you, you got just that. heâs not necessarily a big photography guy, but watching one too many erotic videos put the idea of recording his pretty girl riding his cock into his head. âcâmon, pretty, jusâ this once,â he mutters while kissing you stupid, âlemme have something to come back to, ah, wanna see yâr cute pussy all the time.â and you really donât find it in you to say no, not when heâs rubbing your tits sore and your mind is all hazy. so you nod, and he pounces on you. in the following days, you see him browsing through many camera announcements, trying to find one both practical and efficient in capturing your sex life. once heâs somewhat happy, he wastes no time, or money, and buys it.
the next thing you know, he has you laying on his lap, massaging your clothed cunt as his new camera records each of his moves. âa-ah, f-fuck.. ngh..â your moans fill the room, accompanied by the squelching sounds of your pussy juices squirting out of you, ruining your prettiest pair of underwear. his fingers rub your puffy folds, occasionally brushing over your twitching clit, and he smiles at the sight of the wet patch on your panties. âhear that?,â he groans, âall wet and sloppy because you know youâre beinâ recorded. might as well make u a pretty porn star huh?â you whine, shaking your head. âno? but baby, youâre made for the camera.â
the next scene he records shows you sprawled on your back, face flushed and drool out of your gaping lips, as he fucks his fat cock into your hole. he holds the camera as he rams into you, and heâs having the time of his life switching the focus. he holds the camera near your pussy, all stretched and sore from welcoming his shaft inside you, gripping him so tight he wouldnât be able to pull out even if he wanted to. your puffy clit his the base of his cock each time he pushes into you, squirt and fluids spilling out and wetting his crotch. he moves the camera, angling it to have a close up of your pretty tits bouncing and swaying with each move. he reaches and pulls and tugs on your nipples, slapping the fat mounds and squeezing them right after.
still, the prettiest sight is undoubtedly your face. oh, how he loves how your gaze wanders off, fucked too deep to think, drunk on his cock as the camera rolls.
being belleâs new friend and you two click instantly, and if you meet her through her proxy work it wonât take long for you to get to know her big brother. she begs you to visit random play, maybe pick a movie tg and have a girls night, but ofc her dumb brother had to show up and steal you from her!! heâs tall, pretty, tired eyes staring down at you, and you can only meekly laugh when he scolds belle for being to impatient. âbelle, yâcouldâve at least introduced miss..â ây/n!!â, belle huffs, âright - miss y/n.â your name rolls off his tongue so nicely.
he acts so smooth in front of you - and mostly importantly belle, he canât be a loser in her presence!!! sheâll never let him die it down!! - but once you and her are off in her room watching god knows what movie, wiseâs face turns red. his mind is flooded with thoughts of you, of whatever skimpy clothing youâre wearing, how snug your tits look against your top - just like in the hentai he watches! his cock twitches in his pants, thick and heavy and so annoying. and ofc, wise being the perv he is cant help but imagine you in those absurd anime scenarios (like you falling on top of him, clothed pussy smothering his face, and your clit pressed right on his nose) (or some love potion thatâd make you so horny and needy for him and him only, begging him for just a sniff his cock).
and load after load, wiseâs crush on you only intensifies. just you wait, heâs gonna muster up the courage to confess to you soon and youâre gonna be all his - his pretty girlfriend and perfect slut âĄ.
just a word salad LMAO but ngh wise is so hot. need more smut of him on my feed asap!
Summary: Manato has always believed Lycaon to be a reliable and respectable individual, and his day to learn some things from him has finally come! Of course, though, he'll have to prove just how much he wants the wolf thiren's mentorship, through the form of seeing how well he can keep up with another one of the Victoria Housekeeping Company's members, you.
Warning(s): Rough Sex, Anal Sex, Dirty Talking, Cheating(?) (Kinda-ish? Reader and Lycaon are in a situationship), Squirting, Overstimulation, Mentions of Blood (Only slightly towards the end!), Office Sex, Possibly some other mentions that I can't think of đ
Side Note(s): Now that this has been written, now to start praying for someone to write a Banyue fic cause Im FIENDING for that robotic lion manâ
⥠- You didn't know exactly what the special occasion was for but...for the last few weeks or so, you've been spoiled with constant attention from Lycaon.
Whether it was through him fingering you while you finished some paperwork, only to reward you by fucking you brainless on your desk shortly after. Or a moment where he'd pull you into an alleyway to ram you against a wall, completely forgoing his manners in favor of rutting himself as deep as he could inside of youâ to say that you were eager to come to work would've been an understatement! There were times when you'd take on overtime work in hopes of getting more special attention from Lycaon! But, on a serious note?
You genuinely wanted to know what all the attention was for.
A whispery part of your brain worried that it may have been the wolf thiren trying to get all the pleasure he could from you before he fired you.
But, sex aside...you were a good worker. Polite and attentive to the clients who asked for the company's help in the Hollows, and your reviews when you did solo work were stellar!
And one easygoing day, when there weren't any jobs for the company to take on at the moment, your curiosity got the better of you as you found yourself walking up to Lycaon's office door and knocking on it. "Come in." The sound of his voice sent a warm thrill throughout your body. But, you quickly stomached down your quickly budding lust in favor of being able to seek out the answer to your question. "Ms. Y/N?" Lycaon's ears perked to your arrival as he set his pen down on the desk.
You had grown so close to the thiren that, even from where you stood, you were able to catch onto the slight smirk that graced his features. "Is there a problem?"
You shook your head. "I...have a question."
His silence was an invitation for you to continue speaking. "For the past few weeks, all your special attention to meâ" You cleared your throat, trying to shoo away your embarrassment. "âwhat...what is it for, if I may ask?" You said before, Lycaon quietly chuckled and returned to his paperwork.
"I have an apprentice coming soon. I simply wish to spend time with you before I have to devote most of my time to training them." He responded, the confession making your heart flutter ever so slightly, before you nodded your head. And...with that answer in mind, the rest of the week passed by uneventfully before you heard word from Rina that a new face had suddenly popped up at the company. A young man who went by the name Manato.
"He's a cutie! Red hair and tall, he's a canine thiren like Mr. Lycaon." She had told you.
Admittedly, though, you had let the information pass through one ear and out the other as this 'Manato' was only Lycaon's apprentice! Although you'd be far from rude if you had the chance to meet him, you wouldn't make an effort to remember him if he wasn't going to be around the headquarters for long!
At least, until you had finally met him.
"Hello, ma'am." You were working in the lobby of the building, sweeping, cleaning the windows, and the like, before the sudden sound of the deep voice had made you flinch. "Goodness, don't frighten me like thatâ" As you looked toward the source of your right, your words fizzled out just as quickly when your eyes landed on the person responsible.
Red hair and tall. You recalled Rina's words as you looked at, who you were strongly guessing was Manato. Tall was right, red hair too, but...Rina could've at least told you about how handsome and muscular Lycaon's new apprentice was as well! Though you couldn't help but wonder how he managed to become Lycaon's apprentice, given how intimidating he looked. "You must be Manato." You finally spoke with a soft smile. When Manato returned the smile in turn, you began to gain an idea as to why Lycaon took him under his wing in the first place. "I amâ" Your eyes briefly flicked down to a tail beginning to swish side to side behind him. "âSorry for scaring you. That was the opposite of what I was trying to do."
You waved the apology off with a chuckle. "Please, don't apologize. I hope you enjoy your time here, everyone's been talking about you! You must already be a good person if Lycaon's taken you under his wing!" A giggle slipped from you when Manato's tail began to swish side to side even more rapidly, followed by his face beginning to flush ever so cutely as an arm raised to scratch the back of his neck. 'He was cute.' You thought. Everyone at the Victorian Housekeeping Company were all familiar, but the arrival, as brief as it possibly was, of someone new? You were certain that it was bound to bring a new dynamic to the place entirelyâ
"Manato." You heard Lycaon's voice from across the room, your head turning to the wolf thiren almost immediately. "I see you've met Ms. Y/N." Your brow cocked at how the thiren didn't come up to you as he usually did. Even with clients, although he was still professional, Lycaon never hesitated to show some type of affection to you when the two of you were in the same room together.
But, you brushed it off in the assumption that he wanted to appear as 'mentor-ly' as he could to his apprentice. "I-I have!" Manato stuttered. "We were introducing ourselves." He continued before you nodded your head, following after Manato as he walked over to Lycaon.
As you approached, the thiren's tail moved ever so slightly as his eyes followed your approach before sharply going back to Manato. "Good, everyone here has experience and good advice as to how to improve your skills. Be it in strength or simple housekeeping skills. Learn as much as you can." Manato spared you one more look from the corner of his eye before he nodded his head.
"I will."
And with a final look given to you by Lycaon, the two men walked off to somewhere else within the building.
But...that was far from the end of you seeing Manato.
. . .
To be frank, it was only the beginning.
It seemed like everywhere you go, Manato was either there or found a way to run into you.
The first run-ins were innocent enough. Smiles would be exchanged along with a few fits of laughter after a well-timed joke or two, and sometimes the two of you would even discuss what Manato was learning underneath Lycaon's tutelage!
"He's teaching me how to fight better! I already knew that your legs were capable of being a total powerhouse in combat, but...wow! Mr. Lycaon's on a whole different level."
"He's teaching me to cook new recipes. I think my family will like the recipes."
"I spent hours cleaning today...not fun."
With every instance of Manato sharing what he had learned, the closer you had become. And admittedly, perhaps you should have taken a firmer stance with the man, told him that you were only interested in Lycaon and no one else! Even though you and the wolf thiren weren't in a committed relationship by any means...with how good the sex was? You hadn't found yourself interested in even looking at another man for a long while now.
Until Manato suggested that he could show you a trick that he already knew that isâ
"Ohâ!" You yelped as you were suddenly pressed against the wood of your desk, feeling the heat of Manato's body as well as his heavy weight against your back as he bunched up your maid dress just enough to be able to touch and caress your clothed pussy. A mixture of pure desire shot straight down to your cunt, your clit throbbing in anticipation as Manato whispered filthy confessions into your ear.
"Sorry...I just can't help myself, I can't pretend like I don't want you..."
"So pretty, please just let me touch. Please?"
As Manato slipped his hand into your underwear, the feeling of his rough fingers rubbing tight circles onto your clit made a moan tear from your throat as you tried to rub yourself onto his fingers in search of more pleasure. "M-Manato..." You whined. "O-Oh Godâfuck!" Manato knew this wasn't the proper thing to do to someone who was technically his superior. And that was besides the fact that he was doing this type of thing in your office for crying out loud! But, as his ears perked and twitched to the sound of your moans, his tail threatening to kick up a storm as he felt you back up against his throbbing bulge...how could he even think to apologize? The dizzying scent of your lust practically sent him into a rut as Manato dove his face into the side of your neck, peppering kisses on every available piece of skin that he had access to as he played with your cunt.
"You smell so good..." He murmured against your ear. He smirked at the feeling of your clit throbbing at his words, bucking his hips against your ass in search of trying to soothe his raging hard-on. He didn't want to fuck just yet; he wanted to feel you cum around his fingers first...and then his mouth, perhaps once or twice, maybe even more, and only then would he think about fucking you on his cock. The very idea of it, how you would look, tore a groan from his throat. The noise only served to make you wetter as you continued to whine and moan at the feeling of your clit being thoroughly played with. You attempted to shoo away the images that threatened to conjure up in your mind about how Lycaon would look if he were to catch you fucking his apprentice as if you were some common whore, but the images that did make it through?
Your budding orgasm only approached even faster at the idea of Lycaon taking over and perhaps even thinking to fuck you infront of his apprentice.
Perhaps the thought was a direct result of your lust-addled mind? Maybe, but as you continued to feel Manato's fingers on your clit, his fingers began to explore more and sometimes tease to slip into your clenching hole while his lips started to kiss around the edges of your mouth. You could feel yourself reaching that delicious peak, the edges of your visions beginning to turn white untilâ there was a sharp knock at the door.
You and Manato froze on the spot, panic spiking in your body as you cleared your throat. "W-Who is it?!" You called.
Silent as it was, you recognized the sound of metal against marble floors anywhere, and you guessed Manato had as well with how heavily he gulped. "Lycaon," The thiren spoke up. "May I come in? Or would you like to finish your...activities with my apprentice?" The silence that followed was so loud that you could almost hear your blood pumping through your body.
"C-Come in." You shamefully said.
And yet...Manato refused to remove himself from his current position, the wolf thiren opening and closing the door swiftly before his single eye set upon the scene infront of him. His newfound apprentice, hunched over his favorite worker like some untrained dog who had found a new bitch in heat to breed. The shame that pooled in your body threatened to make you shake where you stood, but...as Lycaon slowly walked up to the two of you, his tail briefly touching you as he rounded your desk and sat in your chair. Your already present blush increased tenfold as you had no choice but to look the thiren in the eye.
Slowly but surely, Manato started to resume his movements of playing with your clit and rubbing himself against you. "M-Manato?!" You gasped.
Lycaon's brow rose. "No wonder it's taking so long. I believe we went over how to properly make a lady cum, right?" His gaze shot up to Manato's face. "Each one is different, however, for this oneâ" Manato smirked at the feeling of your clit throbbing when Lycaon placed a clawed finger underneath your chin to keep your eyes focused on him. The sight of him breathing in deeply through his nostrils, taking in every single droplet of your lustful scent into his lungs, only served to steal a gasp right from your lungs as your fingernails clawed the wood of the desk, as your once delayed orgasm began to bud to the surface once more, much faster this time than before, your mouth opened to let out a shakey "L-Lycaon" before the thiren clicked his tongue.
"How rude," He curtly scolded you. "Am I the one rubbing your needy clit right now? Focus on the man giving you his attention." Your thighs quivered at his words; you wanted nothing more than to let your forehead either fall onto the desk to escape his narrowed gaze or to hide your face away in his neck like you typically would as you braced for your climax.
"Watch their reactions closely, Manato. They look so pretty when they're about to cum."
"...I agree," Manato whispered, almost as if he were in awe at your facial expressions as Lycaon gently pushed his finger against your cheek to get you to turn your head, just enough so that Manato was capable of seeing you. Your eyes were watery with unshed tears of pleasure as the scent of your lust continued to grow in tune with your budding climax.
"Soooo pretty..." Manato whispered.
He couldn't help himself anymore. Suddenly, his lips crashed into yours as his ministrations on your clit left to favor fucking your clenching hole with his fingers. It felt like your entire mind was spinning in circles; each desperate moan that you released was greedily swallowed down by Manato. It was only when Lycaon pressed his lips to the side of your neck, beggingâordering you to cum was when you had climaxed around his apprentice's fingers with a squealed cry.
"Fuuuckk..." Manato whispered as he felt you orgasm around his fingers, his cock throbbing with the urge to cum. It was borderline torture to tear his bulge away from humping against your ass, the half thiren having to bite his bottom lip to the point of nearly bleeding to calm himself. "You were right, sir, they really doâ"
Lycaon sneered at your dazed expression. "Don't compliment them just yet...you've yet to see how nice they look when they cum around a cock or two."
Wait...two?
. . .
Oh, your poor brain was absolutely fried.
The combined scent of Lycaon and Manato stuffing your holes full, the sound of Lycaon's balls slapping against your cunt while Manato groaned in your ear, whispering words of thankfulness at the opportunity of getting to fuck you, while also praising how tight your asshole felt around his dick. "They're clenching so hard...how careless of meâfuck...t-to not realize that my employee was craving this level of treatment in silence..." Lycaon spoke.
His claws twitched as they dug into the fat of your ass ever so slightly as he looked down at you, your body practically squished completely to his front with the help of Manato, practically trying to pin you into a standing mating press. Speaking ofâ "Oh fuck...fuckfuckfuckfuckâ!" His apprentice panted and heaved over you, his eyes threatening to roll to the back of his head as Lycaon's every attempt to bring the man back down to earth went in one ear and out the other. As possessive as the wolf thiren was...his cock jumped inside of you at the sight of you being so thoroughly bred by another man.
"L-Lycaon...!" You just barely managed to squeak out when you felt his cock twitch inside of your dripping hole. Every vein that lined the two men's cocks...you could feel every single one as they fucked your insides raw, drawing orgasm after orgasm from your body as if you were a rag they were trying to wring dry. "F-Fuck...g-gonna cumâ! A-AgainâAh!" The thiren's brow sharply rose at your cry, his tongue unconsiously flicking out to lick the top of his mouth as if he were suddenly being teased by a piece of meat. Oh, how he wished he could look between the two of you, to see where your sexes met and look at the mess you were no doubt creating on his cock. Whenever you started to sniffle and cry over his fat cock, your yelps and moans starting to intermingle, it was always a sign that you were creating a creamy white ring at the base of his cock for you to clean up once he decided to put you on your knees after he was done enjoying the warm tightness that your cunt provided.
Butâ "Fuuuckk..." Manato's groans threatened to overtake your own sounds as the force of his thrusts made Lycaon have to slow down himself to keep from overwhelming you, switching to being a stable force for you to hold onto as Manato pressed against your back so tightly that it almost seemed as if he were trying to sink into your skin. "G-Gonna cum..." The half thiren whispered. "Shitâ!"
You whined against the fur on Lycaon's chest, grabbing onto him as you took everything that Manato had to offer you. Lycaon's poor apprentice only managed a few more hard thrusts before he stilled against your ass. Ropes and ropes of hot cum flooded your insides, stuffing you so completely that globs and strings of his cum began to escape your hole, and yet...there was little time to enjoy the erotic warmth before Lycaon began to resume his original pace. "L-Lycaon...!" You gasped, a single punch forcing another orgasm from you as your eyes rolled to the back of your head.
A low whistle left the thiren's lips as he watched your mouth form into an 'O' as you squirted around him, feeling your juices drench his fur as he fucked you through your orgasm. "One thrust?" Lycaon teased. "Don't pass out now, if I cum on my own...I suppose I'll have to retrain this body of yours, won't I?" He was willing to overlook you giving his apprentice a taste of your body to begin with, but at the end? His presence was temporary, but...while cumming before him was no issue to him, leaving him to cum without feeling you cum with him? Clearly, being spoiled by having two men's cocks in your greedy holes at once was enough to make you forget who you belonged to in the end.
His eyes trailed over your sweaty body greedily as every thrust of his cock punched out little jets of your juices from your pussy, his balls beginning to draw up closer to his body as he felt himself beginning to tiptoe closer to his own orgasm. "Manatoâ" The thiren snapped at the apprentice, still dazed from his own orgasm. When the man snapped from his daze enough to look his superior in the eye, it didn't take a single word from the thiren to understand what was being asked of him before he slowly took his cock out from your ass, reaching his hands around your body to begin playing with your clit as well as knead and massage your tits.
You threw your head back to let out a scream. "Fuckâ!"
"That's it..." Lycaon praised as he angled himself to press into that gooey spot deep inside of you, coaxing you to reach your orgasm while he simultaneously tried to stave off his own juuusttt enough to be able to time it with your own. "Give it to me, don't hold back...just like you didn't with my apprentice here." You gripped onto the thiren's fur even tighter as a burning feeling settled in the pit of your stomach. Tiny 'aht aht aht's' escaping your mouth at every thrust as you felt your next orgasm rush at you at Mach twenty almost.
You could hardly brace yourself, much less utter a word of warning to the two men before you squirted again. Your juices splattered Lycaon's abdomen while the jets of fluid that didn't stick to his fur fell to join the small puddle on the wooden floor.
The sight of you damn near passing out on his cock was what got Lycaon to his peak as he threw his head back to let out a moan, deep and almost 'howl-like' as his claws dug into your skin even further to where they were beginning to draw out the tiniest amount of blood. The three of you, Manato, yourself, and Lycaon, stood in silence for a tense few minutes as the smell of sex and pure desire in the air began to settle until Lycaon was capable of looking at you and Manato with a tired sigh.
But, it still carried a firm sense of authority as Lycaon proceeded to sayâ "I believe your apprenticeship here has concluded. I believe we both can agree that there are far too many...distractions that will hinder your growth here."
'Fair.' Manato thought. At least he was given a chance to fuck you, however.
im back again after such a long time!! iâm sorry it took so long, and i understand it was pretty sudden but uni has been so busy and iâve barely had any time to write anything TâT
that said, i finally finished a blade fic i was working on just in time for his sp release so iâm going to post that soon :) i have so many reqs and iâm slowly going through them. my reqs are still open so if you have any ideas feel free to send them! iâm happy to be back and im gonna work even harder this time to please look forward to new works đđ»ââïž
One, Two, Three Braincells [Minors Do Not Interact] Ororon x Ifa x Fem!Reader Smut
Note: So........ I don't usually write smut as you all know. I rarely do, but there are instances where I do kind of want to practice the craft. This is one of them. I was very intrigued by the idea of threesomes in the Genshin world. There are just so many potential pairs to make a group of three. Ayato and Thoma? Cyno and Tighnari? Alhaitham and Kaveh? And listen to this: Harbinger Tartaglia and Harbinger Scaramouche. I was actually more into challenging myself on how I can characterize even when there were three people involved in the relationship. I wanted to experiment on how I can write in order not to focus on two individuals only, but three, without drowning out the other two too much. Anyway... here it is.
Warnings: No actual sex, just mentions of it. Other Genshin females are sexualized. smut with a plot kind of. threesome. lots of breast play. childhood friendships turned sexual. humorous in some parts. first timers. lots of exploring. you cum easily I guess. I AM planning on writing the rest of it later on but only if I feel like it. Please don't ask where Cacucu went. May not strictly follow Genshin lore.
Pairing: Ororon x Ifa x Fem!Reader
Summary: People always thought that Ifa and Ororon were a strange pair. In reality, they complemented each other's absurdity pretty well. Enter you, the third person in their group and their childhood best friend. You've grown up together, surely there was nothing wrong with learning about your bodies together too?
âHave you ever wondered what they felt like?â Ororon muttered under his breath. He stood next to Ifa who had a plate of Tatacos piled on high.
âWhat what feels like?â Ifa said in between chews, loud music and splashes almost drowning him out.
The People of Springs loved their parties and celebrations. It just so happened that Mualani invited everyone she knew to this one. Ifa and Ororon stood a bit ways off from everybody else. Far enough so that no one else would hear them but close enough to see the girlsâMualani, Varesa, You and a bunch of othersâin their swimwear.
âYou know, those,â Ororon was quite vague. Ifa furrowed his brows at his friend and grunted out a response.
âWhat those?â
âThose! What dâyou call them⊠Squishy watermelons,â
Ifa choked on a piece of meat, he hacked, he coughed, and coughed once more. He started beating on his chest. Ororon glanced at him and landed a hard and resounding smack on the doctorâs back, that was the only time Ifa could breathe and talk properly again.
âYou guys okay?â You called for them while relaxing in the hot springs, noticing the small commotion.
Ifa waved his hand frantically, âYeah! Yeah, all fine,â he laughed nervously, then glared at Ororon who looked as if he hadnât said anything wrong.
âKeep it down you idiot,â Ifa hissed, Cacucu piped up next to him âWhatâre you on about bro?â to which Ifa ignored and continued âI call them squishy for a reason! Because they are! Now stop thinking about it,â
âAre they though?â Ororon tilted his head in wonder, hand going up to his chin as if contemplating the worldâs philosophy. âIf they really are squishy, why do they hold up so well? Theyâre bouncy, but they also look really firmâŠâ
Ifa could not believe his ears. Ororon was seriously thinking about this and once this guy had something on his mind, sometimes he just wouldnât stop getting to an answer.
âReminds me of those Flamegranates I grew last year. Kinda bouncy, kinda wobbly but also really sturdy!â Ororon has a proud smile on his face, he had just discovered the best analogy. Boobs is to Flamegranates. âWhose is your favourite?â
âAre you asking what I think youâre asking? Youre asking me whose⊠Flamegranates are my favourite?!â
âYeah?â
Ifaâs jaw slacked. Just when he thought he knew Ororon well enough not to get dumbfounded by his ideads, but here they were. âIâm not answering thatââ
âY/Nâs right?â
Ifaâs lips pressed into a thin line, Cacucu flies around Ifaâs head âY/N! Y/N!â
You thought you hear your name being called, but amidst the music, the chatter and the splashing water, you quickly dismiss the thought.
âNo need to be shy about it, I like hers too!â
And that, took them here.
Sitting on your couch, eating snacks in comfortable silence.
The three of you frequently hung out at your home.
When you were kids up until you were teenagers, it was also always the three of you scaling small mountains, running after saurian friends, picking the carrots and radishes that Ororon grew.
For the longest time the three of you stuck together like peas in a pod.
Thereâd been an incident when you were younger where another village boy made you cry and broke your favourite necklace. That necklace had been given to you by Ororon and Ifa, their tiny little hands made it out of golden Dracolites and royal blue Sprayfeather Gills.
You were gutted when it all fell into pieces on the ground.
Hours later the two guys would find you upset outside of your childhood home, still crying over the necklace.
âIâm sorry Ifa! Iâm sorry Ororon!â
They didnât think the apology was warranted.
A week later you had a new necklace made from the same materials hanging around your neck. And that boy who made you cry? Whenever you saw him he would strangely turn around and go back the other way, like he was avoiding you. You never really found out what made him so scared of interacting with you again.
Ifa took a deep breath in, âHey Y/NâŠâ he started, voice almost trembling. Ororon looked quite relaxed for what they were about to say, probably feeling nonchalant because it wasnât him who had to do the asking.
âHmâŠ?â You turn your head towards him after taking a bite of the grainfruit wrap in your hand, the leaf of it sagging downwards.
âI-I-I,â Ifa stutters then changes his mind, âI mean WE, not just me,â his hand frantically waves to Ororon and himself, as if to emphasize that this was a collective decision. âWe were wonderingâŠâ His eyes clearly trail down to your chest. By no means were you well-endowed, but Ifa thought that you were just the perfect middle between Mualani and Varesa. Not too big, not too flat, still looking plump and perky and⊠âY-You know, we donât have those,â
You blink at him, still chewing the piece of grainfruit in your mouth, voice muffled. âJonât haf wha?â
âYou know⊠Those,â Ifa pointedly stares at your chest, then back to your eyes.
Youâre still confused and Ororon sees this. He decides to step in and points a finger at one of your boobs, clearly gazing at it. âHe means those, Y/N,â
âOroron!!!â Ifa bellows, turning towards him as if he was crazy. And yet, Ororon looked like he was just having an every day normal conversation.
ââŠYeah? Duh.â You exclaim as if itâs the most obvious thing ever, taking the last bite of grainfruit into your mouth. âIf you havenât noticed, Iâm female and youâre male, dumbasses,â
You were actually a lot more forgiving than Ifa thought you would be, maybe he should let Ororon do the talking. âYeah, so, we just wanted to know how it... feels,â
Ifa yet again tensed up at Ororonâs straightforward way of conversation. Seriously, either he was really stupid or really honest with a straight face.
âHuh? Whaddâyou mean? LikeâŠâ you tilt your head sideways, ââŠlike you wanna touch it?â
Ifa steps up, putting an arm out to stop Ororon from talking first, âSee, cause we canât ask anyone elseâŠâ he feels heat creep up on his cheeks now, but it was probably not noticeable with his complexion. ââŠand Ororon and Iâve been talking about how we really wanna⊠just once and for all, stop thinking about how they feel like and finally just find out for ourselves!â
These idiots, you think to yourself.
These bumbling fools.
What were you supposed to say to your two childhood friends?
You sit there, looking at their faces. Ororon was still relaxed. Ifa was beside himself and looked like he was about to run out but he actually continued talking. âA-And, itâs not like we can ask anyone else, youâyouâre the closest thing we have to a girlfriend soâŠâ you see his face change from hesitant, to embarrassed, then to disbelief. âOkay, you know what, forget we said anything. We justââ
âAlright,â you say after swallowing the last piece of grainfruit in your mouth.
Thereâs a deep silence that follows.
âExcuse me?â Ifa asks again, but Ororon was already up and situating himself on the other side of you so that Ifa was on your left and he was on your right.
âShe said yes, Ifa,â Ororon said, ââŠDo you need to get your ears checked?â
Ifa snaps out of it and looks at you with his mouth agape. You agreed. Just like that. This outcome was probably something that he could only imagine in his dreams. He wanted to pinch himself, but Archons, if he was just dreaming, he didnât want to wake up just yet. "S-So..."
You threw the grainfruit wrap on the table in front of you, leaned back on the sofa and got comfy. âGo on, before I change my mind. Iâm timing you guys, just one minute and no more,â You averted your gaze away from the two of them, looking away to where your eyes just lands on one of the lamps on the side-table. If you looked closely, there was the slightest tint of pink shading your cheeks.
â!!!â You jump a little at Ororonâs touch. His hand was first, cupping your still clothed right breast. He had taken his gloves off and was really trying to get used to the shape of it. He genuinely looked as if he was studying a piece of artefact.
âHmmâŠâ he hummed, liking the feel and how plump it was in his hand. He suddenly squeezes from under your breast, making it squish up like a water balloon.
âO-Ororon!â You warn him, half squirming half trying to bury yourself further into your couch.
It seems like he didnât hear you.
Ifa watches this intently, he could definitely feel himself hardening and he curses under his breath at the display. He takes his gloves off too, and starts to work on your left.
The two of them fondle, grasp, pinch and squeeze at you all in different places. You try to keep your breathing steady but fail miserably. Throughout the living room all one could hear was your beathing getting huskier and huskier. They were touching you through your clothes. What more if you were bare and naked in front of them?
The one minute mark had definitely passed and yet they continued. You make no move to stop them, trapped in a dilemma of wanting to be touched more versus your morals of âdoing things rightâ.
Your desire won over.
âD-Do you wanna look at them?â You mumble, peering up at both of their shocked faces. They stop in unison, glance at each other, then back at you.
ââŠDo you want us to look at them?â Ifa asked, cautious.
Your face heats up more at the blatant question. âI-I mean, youâve never seen one before, right?â like it was some kind of rare animal.
They both shook their heads. Theyâve never been intimate with anyone else other than their own selves. Â
You stay silent as you peel your shirt away up and above your head, leaving you in your undergarments. Ororonâs mouth opens in awe at the bouncy flesh bursting forth, and his breath gets stuck in his throat as you undo your breast support garments, leaving two beautiful, fleshy fruits with nubs staring at his face.
Well, beautiful to Ororon, at least. To you, they were embarassingly unsymmetrical and small.
âHoly shit,â You hear Ifa whisper under his breath. If he wasnât hard before, he definitely was now. He looked carefully at how your breasts held themselves up, and how the nipples were hard and pointed. He looked intently as you breathed in and out, your breasts going up and down.
Just from the sight of that, Ifa thought he was going to cream his pants, but he swallowed the lump in his throat hard and steeled himself to be stronger.
Ororon did not hold back on his intrusive thoughts. His head goes right up to your right breast and his mouth opens to latch on to your nipple, giving it a gentle experimental suck.
âWAITââ you squeal, eyes gluing shut at the sudden sensation, âIâm notââ ready you wanted to say, but Ifa had followed suit, jealous that Ororon always had the first pick.
Your soft whimpers and cries fill the room, head pressed back hard on the sofa as the two suck and tongue at your nipple. A heat was beginning in your belly and gradually spreading through your body. This feeling was familiar, but like them, you had only explored by yourself and never with anyone else.
âIfaâOroronâŠâ Your hands shoot up to grasp at each of their shoulders. They donât dislatch, engrossed in the feeling of your hard nipple in their tongues, in fact your grip on them seems to send them further into their now ignited desire.
âMmmâŠâ Ororon mumbles, sending vibrations through your chest. His tongue is surprisingly gentler, you could tell he was mostly in this for his own experimental needs. His tongue swabs at your nipple up and down, then changes to a side to side motion, like a kitten drinking water.
Ifa, on the other hand, oh Ifa.
You didnât think he had it in him to be the rougher type. He was always so considerate of you and of others that the hard sucking motion he was giving your nipple didnât seem like him at all. He was hungry, and he was hungry for more. His tongue pressed harder on your nipple than Ororonâs did. When he licked, he licked with all his might, tongue dragging on your nipple all the way up then back down again.
Your legs suddenly clamped together, the heat was pulsing through you now, pleasure throbbing at your very core just from your best friends sucking your tits. âG-Guysââ You moan. A sound that yet again doesnât stop them and instead spurs them on.
âI-IâmâŠâ they press their faces into your tits more, giving it all their attention. Each swipe of their tongue sends jolts of bliss that start to gather in your nether regions. âI canâtââ You whine, unable to speak in proper sentences.
The vulgar sucking sounds fill your ears, your senses start to go haywire, your legs still pressed shut together as if trying to stop the sensation. âItâs comingâIâm cumming! IâmâFuuuuuck!â You whisper out in a half wail half sigh.
Ororon suddenly biting on your nipple sends you tumbling over the edge. Your moan resounds through the room, they continue their ministrations as you squeal through the high of your orgasm, stiffening with a stilted moan and then coming down from it panting like a dog, legs now relaxed and the two guysânow unlatchedâwatching you intently through your climax.
You could not believe that was all it took.
Doing it by yourself was so different from doing it with others. You try to catch your breath, half glaring at your best friends âH-Happy now?â
They look at each other, no words were spoken, but they looked away all bashful. With your bottom half still clothed, you push yourself up from the couch leaving them looking up at you as you stand. Your face was still heavily flushed, breasts glistening and forehead sticky with sweat, but what you did next surprised the two of them.
You knelt down in front of the sofa, hands on your lap and glared up at them. You see their pants seem tighter than before and they look incredibly uncomfortable in their pent up, sitting positions.
ââŠIâve never seen yours before too, nor anyone elseâsâŠâ You mumble, fidgeting with your fingers. âItâs only fair that I have my turn to see yours now!â you argue like a child.
Ifa shudders in excitement. Was this really happening? Sure they were pretty bold to ask you if you could let them touch your boobs in the first place, but he didnât think it was actually going to lead toâŠthis.
He took a shaky breath in, wondering how far the three of you were going to push this.
Ororon, surprisingly, refuses. âI think weâre done for the day,â
âWhat?!â both you and Ifa bellow at the same time. He couldnât possibly be refusing this.
âI mean, I really want to, but I havenât watered the radishes today andââ
âOh shut up,â you cut him off, pushing him down onto the sofa and undoing his pants. Ifa, yet again, groans at the thought that Ororon gets to go first.
He swore to himself that if it ever came to it, he would fuck you first, Ororon would have to line up.
you find yourself reciprocating kylarâs feelings in a world that seems to have it out for him
m!kylar x gn!reader | mdni, 4.5k wc, fluff, jealousy, confessions, kissing, handjob, brief mention of self-harm scarring, m!robin, light angst, not beta read
note: can you feel my love for him through this i hope you can ^_^ comments and reblogs are always appreciated <3
part two masterlist read on ao3
The only attention you used to receive other than from your sweet fellow orphan Robin, was the bad kindâlike from creeps and Whitney. But ever since a few months ago, Kylar has been clinging to you with no sign of ever letting go.
It scared you at first, how could it not? Trusting others isnât smart in this town. That mindset quickly dissolved when you noticed him saving you time and time again. Someone crudely hitting on you would drop to the ground, youâd look around and see a familiar silhouette in the distance.
He listens and reacts to everything you sayâtears at your sorrows, furrowed brows at your concerns, agreements to all your complaints, smiles at your quips, reddened cheeks at your compliments and comfort.Â
He cares, and thatâs rare in a town like this. You cherish his company.
Sure, youâve caught him stealing your underwear once or twiceâŠbut everyone has their oddities, right? Youâve yet to see it, but youâve heard he has shrines for you. Maybe you have a couple screws loose for choosing to ignore his behavior, but he hasnât harmed you in any way (at least not yet).
The point is, itâs easier to see him as a cute clingy puppy. You can envision a wagging tail behind him whenever the two of you hang out. Kinda like right now.
âIâm outta coins,â you sigh, frowning at your empty wallet.Â
You have more money, but youâre keeping it nice and sound back at the orphanage, a large portion of it will be going to Bailey first thing tomorrow morning.
âI-I can get you some,â Kylar immediately offers, already looking around for the perfect candidate to pickpocket.Â
âNah, itâs fine. Weâve been playing for a while, donât you usually head home around this time?â
Lips upturned and joy brimming in his eyes, he follows you towards and out the exit. You memorized his schedule, that information alone makes it harder for the dirty looks being thrown his way to reach his heart.Â
âDonât walk behind me,â slowing down and guiding him forward by pressing your hand on his back, you make sure heâs walking alongside you. âI donât want someone grabbing you.â
He takes this as an invitation, body now constantly bumping against yours like thereâs no other space on the sidewalk (thereâs plenty).
Is he even walking in a straight line? Sometimes you canât tell what heâs thinking, he doesnât talk much unless you say something first.
âWe should go to the cafe together one of these days, the seasonal drinks are really good.â
âIâd love to go with you, butâŠâ He doesnât like disappointing you. âItâs always really full there, too many people.â
âMm,â you hum and think. Itâd be a shame for him to miss out for such a reason. âMaybe I can buy the drinks and bring them to you?â
âNo, you donât need to buy me anything! Please donât!â He interjects, eyes wide and looking at you pleadingly. As if ashamed by his small outburst, he mumbles an apology and looks away before quietly asking, âDâDo you have enough for this week?â
You know what heâs referring to.
âYeah.â You sigh woefully after answering, bummed out by the reality of your situation. Even if you managed to buy your own place one day, Bailey would surely find you and knock down the door. âIâve been getting better at saving up and finding work butâŠI donât know, itâs still hard.â
âIf you ever need more, tell me. I can find a way to make money.â
âIf itâs something illegal then donât even think about it, I donât want the police on your ass. And also Iâm not dragging you into this.â
âButââ
âNo buts.â
Despite your objections, he musters a smile. You worry about him, and you clearly arenât just trying to use him. Not that he would completely mind if you did, but stillâbeing cared for felt nice, he hasnât felt this way in a long time.
And obviously, he loves looking after you too.
âY-Your shoeâs untied,â he tells you.
Thatâs a problem, what if you trip while running away from someone? It really sucks that your mind even has to go there in the first place.
Before you can bend down, heâs already on one knee, not caring about how hot the concrete is.
âYou donât need toââ
He continues anyway. He tugs the laces a little too tightly, but you donât complain.
ââŠThanks.â
Once done, Kylar looks up at you. Is the blush on his cheeks from the unforgiving summer heat or from this position?Â
The emotion in his eyes is peculiar. Come to think of it, he often gazes at you like thisâlike after you lean in close to whisper gossip to him, or when you sit next to him and brush your leg against his in the process.Â
Your breathing grows uneven and you get the urge to cover your face. You want to take a stroll in his mind, pluck each thought, and examine them like daisies.Â
You know he likes you, but the thing about Kylar is that you have to be patient with him even though he can sometimes be the opposite of that when it comes to you. Itâs better to let him tell you when heâs ready.
The momentâs interrupted by the blasting music of a passing car. When you turn to look back at Kylar, you find he has already gotten back up and is at your side once more.
The two of you walk in comfortable silence for the next two blocks, until a bustling crowd marks the beginning of Connudatus Street, some steer towards the markets and others towards the strip club. Though Kylar usually keeps his head downcast in the face of crowds, he holds it up high and glares at anyone whoâs audacious enough to ogle you.
Everythingâs going so well in his mind, but of course, he can never win.
âIsnât that Robin?â You spot him on the other sidewalk carrying his lemonade stand materials. Heâs going back to the orphanage too, youâre surprised you didnât see him sooner, he mustâve taken a different path.
Kylar tenses up at the name, an ugly and (unfortunately) familiar feeling gnaws at his stomach and makes its way up to shred his heart.Â
It isnât fairâRobin always gets so much of your attention, from the way you often sit together at lunch, walk back to the orphanage after school, to late night hang-outs in your room that Kylar third-wheels by spying through your window. All these built-up frustrations bubble to the surface. What if you leave him to go walk with Robin instead? It sounds like something incredibly minuscule but it feels like the end of the world to him.
âI-I donât know,â he quietly responds, sounding steely. He tries to tug you closer so you pay attention to him instead.
âHe could probably use a hand.â
âBut heâs made it this far on his own.â
âYeah, but itâs better to stick together around these parts.â It wasnât as dangerous as Harvest Street, but it was still bad nonetheless. Carrying things makes you an easier target, and Robin, bless his heart, canât throw a punch to save his life.
He grits his teeth.
The knife heâs hiding feels a lot more prominent. Nails leave crescent indents on his palms to the point of drawing blood. He should just pull you into one of the alleys so you donât leave. No, that wonât work, too many witnesses.
âDo you wannaââ You wince before you finish your thought, a shock spreading all throughout you.Â
Kylarâs using all his strength to hold your armâno, more like to crush it to pieces. His grip is relentless no matter how hard you try to shake him off.
âKylar?â
Blinded by unjustified jealousy, it isnât until you say his name that he snaps out of it and releases you. He mouths an apology, the words donât come out.
You try to clear the air but your attempt comes out awkwardly, ââŠI didnât know you were that strong, have you been hiding your muscles from me this entire time?â You know he doesnât have muscles. God.
Kylar doesnât respondâfor better or worse, it doesnât seem like he even heard you. Heâs breathing heavily and shaking like a leaf. A gentle poke can probably send him running, but you take your chances and reach for his hand, he relaxes.
âI was gonna say we should both go help him out together.â
Together.Â
âOh.âÂ
He nods, looking at you with puppy-dog eyes that mask the swirl of possessive thoughts in his head and almost make you forget what just happened. While the two of you jay-walk to reach the other sidewalk, he hesitantly soothes your lingering pain by gently rubbing your arm.
Despite Kylar agreeing to help, heâs strings along completely empty-handed, not even granting Robin a simple âhi.â You, on the other hand, now have a couple of signs in one hand, an empty pitcher on the other, and a foldable chair tucked to your side.
Okay. Maybe this was a bad idea.
Youâre in the middle. Sunshine from Robinâs side warms you, but Kylar has a grey cloud looming over his head. Goosebumps form on your skin from the two drastically different temperatures.
You try to think of what to say to break the tension. Have you ever seen Kylarâs house? He always says bye and scurries off but you never know where he actually goes.
Before you can ask, Robin speaks up.
âI made more than usual todayââ
âW-W won a lot of games at the arcade today, didnât we?âÂ
The weather goes down by five degrees.Â
That was an accident, right? But usually when someone interrupts another, they apologize and prompt for the other to repeat themselves. You wait, but nothing happens, so you play it off.
âYeah, I think with a little more practice weâll get first place soon for at least one of them. Wait, how much did you make Robin?â
âFifty-five! It was hotter than usual so I think thatâs why. Anyway, you two should swingââ
âWeâre hanging out tomorrow, right?â
Kylarâs definitely doing this on purpose.
âUhâŠâ Who should you even address first this time? You donât want to upset Kylar, so you go with him again. âSure, I have a shift tomorrow and Iâll be out at around four, so maybe after that?â
Right, a âshiftâ You donât have a steady job and this âshiftâ isnât reputable in the slightest, so you donât specify for the sake of your dignity.Â
You nudge Robin, âwhat were you saying?â
This (deeply) uncomfortable process continued for another five minutes, but really, it felt like an entire year before the Danube St. sign popped into view.Â
You hear someone sigh, itâs obvious who. Goodbyes have never been easy for him.
âIâll see you tomorrow?â You ask.
Kylar nods, and walks away like a dejected puppy.
But he doesnât get very far before he turns back around to hug youâwhich is awkward because you canât reciprocate and also shocking because initiating a grand physical gesture like this entirely on his own is uncharacteristic of him.Â
Is he sniffing you?Â
He pulls away before you can process it.
âB-Bye!â This time, he actually leaves. You blink and suddenly heâs gone, you canât tell which way he went.
Youâre left with Robin, and you feel like you owe him an apology. âHey, sorry he kept cutting you off. He doesnât talk to many people other than me, so I think heâs just a bitâŠpossessive?â
Robin smiles at you and shakes his head. âItâs okay. ActuallyâŠI always hear people say mean things about him, I think youâre really admirable for not listening to all that gossip.â
âI was a little skeptical at first but Iâve known him for a couple months now and heâs not a bad person. I wish people would stop picking on him.â
âDo you like him?â
âŠ
âYeah.â
ââââ
Six PM. That used to be Kylarâs curfew when he was younger, so he makes sure to always come back home around this time to tend to and talk to his parents, then heâs free to leave when he pleases.
Kylar sits criss-cross applesauce on the floor of their room, having grown used to this futile type of communication years ago, all he gets is the same noises. He sees their shining eyes through the rips of the bedsheets. He likes to think they can actually listen from underneath the bed.Â
âMom and dad, I-I donât know what to do. Iâve already told you before, but I really, really like this person.â He holds up a picture of you, as if they can actually see it. âThey donât bully me like everyone else does, and they donât push me away. How do I make them like me? R-Romantically, I mean.â
He didnât have the best example of romance growing up because of the fate that befell his parents.
âI donât wanna be alone again, not anymore. I hurt them earlierâŠI-I didnât mean to! I justâŠâ He brings his knees to his chest and buries his head on them. âIâm scared theyâll leave me.â
He sits there for a good ten minutes and pretends theyâre consoling him and giving him advice.Â
Afterwards, he goes to take a bath and then curls up on top of a pile of your clothes. Time passes, the Sun hides, his head hurts from thinking.
Think, think, think.
How can he get you to be equally as in love (obsessed) with him as he is with you? Ideas swarm his mindâa potent love potion like the one he heard about in class, he was good enough at science to give it a try, or maybe he can break his atheism and appeal to a god.
Both are impossible. Thereâs only one more thing he can do before resorting to any unconventional methods. He might embarrass himself in the process, but his mere existence made him feel embarrassed so he doesnât have much left to lose.
He throws on his black hoodie before heading out.
ââ
You never really made it back to the orphanage. After helping Robin, you dipped to go knock and look for work. What kind of a life is this, anyway? Everything you do is for money, you need it to live.
The moon watches over you as you finally make your way back home. Everythingâs normal. The crickets are chirping, the streets are more or less empty, the temperature doesnât have sweat clinging to your skin.
You spot Kylar hiding behind a tree near the steps of the building.Â
Oh hey, itâs Kylar. You walk right past, nothingâs amiss.
âŠ
Wait a minute.
You backtrack and confront him âKylar? What are you doing here?â
âI wouldâve waited for you on the steps butâŠâ
You follow his gaze to some orphansâwho, like you, probably just finished a job of some sortâentering the building. Theyâve never been nice to Kylar, not at school, not when bumping into him on the streets, not ever.Â
âThatâs not what I meant, I meant why are you here right now?âÂ
âI have something to tell you.â
âIf itâs that urgent, couldnât you just have snuck in? I mean, correct me if Iâm wrong but you seem to know your way around here.â
He turns scarlet upon remembering the few times you caught him rummaging through your drawers.Â
âIâŠIâŠâÂ
âIâm messing with you,â you reassure him, reaching out to ruffle his hairâhis eyes visibly light up and he squeaks happily, pushing up against your palm.
Kylarâs gotten a lot more used to your touch. He used to recoil so hard youâd get the impression that you hurt him, youâd apologize, but heâd shake his head and say he didnât mind it. Looking back at it, you realize that he was probably just really nervous.
âCome on, we can go in together.â
He really likes that last word.
You donât run into any trouble on the way to your room. Nobody can go into the kitchen at these hours, and the orphans from before are already gone.
You feel a little embarrassed at how shabby all your furniture is, but Kylarâs already seen your room so you didnât address it. Your bed creaks when you sit down.
He stays standing, despite how much he keeps looking around from trinket to trinket, his gaze always returns to you for a split second. He seems to be waiting for you to prompt him.
âSo, what did you wanna tell me?â
Like a fish, his mouth opens then closes until he gathers some courage.Â
âI really loveâŠI mean likeââ His soft voice raises and then immediately falters. The failed confession is instead covered up by him naming whatever comes to his vision as his eyes dart out the window. âGrass.â
âYou smoke?â Surely, he canât mean actual grass.Â
âWhat? No! I-I meantâŠâ Kylar canât even get the words out.Â
âHow about I guess for now?â Even without guessing, you already know what he wanted to say.
He nods. Up ân down, up ân down, up ân down.Â
âYou like someone?âÂ
Up ân down, eyes averted.
âLetâs see,â you feel like fucking with him. âYou likeâŠRobin?â
Left ân right (and visible disgust on his face in the form of a scowl). You stifle a laugh.
âYou likeâŠâ Absent-mindedly, you look down as you think hard. On the way, you notice something thatâs actually hard.
It blurts out your mouth before you can hold it in.
âYouâre hard!?â
Kylar gasps. Erase the definition of âmortifiedâ and replace it with his name instead, same thing.Â
No, no, no! It wasnât supposed to go like this! His lust for you wasnât something he wanted you to know until after he confessed and you reciprocated his feelings. What if you think heâs just a pervert with a hidden agenda like everyone else? Will he now truly have to resort to kidnapping you to get you to love him? Heâs panicking.
âI-Iâm sorry!â
âKylarââÂ
âIt wonât happen again, orâŠor maybe it will! I donât want to lie to you.â
âKylarâŠâ You stand up.
âI canât think straight around you because I-I like you andââ
There it is. You kiss him.
He whines, mind falling silent save for the buzzing of bliss. His cheeks are burning, you feel the heat radiate onto your face. When you pull away, he doesnât stop you.Â
âYou like me?â
Up ân down. Up ân down. Up ân down. Starry-eyes glazed with longing.
âSince when?â
âS-Since we met.â
âI like you too, Kylar.â
You close the distance again. He cups your face with trembling hands, wasting no time in trying to deepen the kiss. The practice he got in his dreams clearly didnât transfer over.
âSorry,â he mumbles in between attempts. âI-I donât know what Iâm doing. This isâŠthis is my first time kissing someone.â
âItâs okay,â you laugh quietly, finding him cute. He can tell you donât mean anything bad by it, and laughs too.
Eagerly, he experiments to see what feels right. Slow, gentle, fast, rough. It doesnât help much, he enjoys all paces and intensities as long as itâs with you.
Like an ice cream left out in the heat, he melts when you begin running your fingers through his hairâso much so, that he stops kissing you altogether to bow his head and relish the feeling. Touchstarved, thatâs what he is.
Minutes pass, he stays like that, but you can hear him breathing heavily. It suddenly dawns on you that you can feel his bulge pressed up against your leg.
Oh. Right.
âDo youâŠâ Your eyes trail south, and his head finally lifts at the sound of your voice. âWant help with that?â
His mouth opens, nothing comes out except for a whimper.Â
You wait.
âY-Yeah.â
With that out of the way, you guide him to your bed, kicking off your shoes in the process, he follows suit. Both of you cringe a little at the loud sound of creaking. Kylarâs head snaps towards the door in the middle of pulling his pants and underwear down to his mid-thighs, scared someone will pass by the door and hear everything.
Heâs flat on his back, meanwhile youâre laying on your side next to him.
âDonât worry, people usually arenât in the halls this late.â
Reassured, he brings his eyes back towards yoursâyou arenât looking back at him, no, instead, your eyes are drawn to his dick. Before you can make a comment, something else catches your attention.
Just above where his pubic hair starts, you spot a word written in pink pen.
âIs thatâŠâ You blink in awe. It takes you a while to read it since youâre looking at it upside downâactually, how did he even write it like that then? Itâs your name.
Boldly, you trace over it. His breath hitches and his hips raise.
âUmâŠâ He has a hard time answering in a timely manner, a little too turned on to find the words. âI-I read somewhere that writing a personâs name on your body could make themâŠlike you. M-Manifestation, I think?â
âWell, not to call that method bullshit or anythingâŠbut Iâve liked you for a while so I donât think itâs âcause of that.â
âIâm gladâŠâ So he managed to charm you all on his own? He isnât sure how that happened but heâs incredibly happy.
âDo you have it written anywhere else?â
With a blush, he takes off his shirt and hoodie. Sure enough, your name is also written on the left side of his chest, right where his heart is.Â
So, his heart is quite literally beating beneath your name.Â
âThatâs cute.â You lean over briefly to place a kiss on it, he squirms.
âY-You really think so?!â
You hum in agreement, reaching down to wrap your hand around the base of his dick.
âAh!â He gasps, completely caught off guard.
Heâs sensitive. Not only is he touch-starved, but even though heâs gotten himself off to the thought of you countless times, it has never once felt as good as the mere touch of your hand.
He watches your hand go up and down, up and down, and up and down with half-lidded eyes, completely mesmerized by your movements.
Eventually, embarrassment washes over him, he shuts his eyes and thrashes his head to the side, your pillow is temporarily cold against his cheek before his skin heats it up.
âF-Faster,â the demand feels foreign on his tongue, but heâs needed you for so long that he canât take it.
You oblige and it doesnât take long for pre-cum to bead out. You let it lather on your fingers and palm by focusing on the tip.
Kylar shudders and heaves endless apologies each time his hips snap up on his own and make your bed creak. âSorrysorrysorryâahhâsorrysorryâŠâ
Swish, swish, swish. Youâre stroking him again, circling over the tip each time before going back down to the base.
âDoes this feel good?â
If he was a confident person, heâd ask if you were fishing for compliments. Instead, he just nods fervently and whimpers.
âIâveâŠIâve never been touched there. Youâre the first toâŠâ He saved everything for youâhis first kiss and all other virginitiesâthereâs no one else heâd want to give them to.Â
It was just hard. He was practically horny at all times of the day because you were the only thing on his mind from day to night, and his thoughts were less than innocent half the time.Â
His head turns to the other side, now close to yours, you can easily brush your nose against his. You lean in, pressing your lips against his. Unlike last time, he doesnât shut up. No, he gets louder.
The taste of blood permeates your mouth, you try to pull away but he just raises his head to chase after you, paying no mind to the sting of his bottom lip from having bit down on it so hard. Each kiss is messier than the last, not even music could drown out the noises.
Over the years, heâs watched porn, and he truly thought he deserved the treatment he saw in lots of videosâbeing slapped, degraded, thrown aroundâbut here you are, treating him with utmost care. Itâs not like he wouldnât be turned on by the former treatment if it was done by you, heâs just surprised this is how his first ever sexual interaction is going.
âC-Can you say it again?â He pleads in a daze as he pulls away. A thin layer of sweat makes him glow, messy strands of hair stick to his forehead.
âSay what?â
âThat you like meâŠâ
You smile, what an endearing request. It almost makes you forget that youâre stroking his dick.
âI like you.â
A shaky moan. He twitches in your grasp.
You move close to his ear, lips brushing against the shell. âI really, really like you, Kylar.â
Now youâve done it. He tenses in regular Kylar fashion, so you think nothing of it.Â
It isnât until you see a rope of white land on his stomach that you realize heâs cumming. You press down a little harder, coaxing him through his orgasm until heâs milked dry.
Actually, he came a lot. You didnât know he had all that in him.
Tears are rolling down his face and for a moment youâre at a loss. But the next moment, heâs tugging you close to him.
âInsideââ He gently flutters kisses all over your face, not even attempting to regain his breath. His tears smear onto your skin. âI wanna be inside you next time.â
You donât get a chance to say anything before he shouts out in dismay, âWait!â
âWhat? What is it?âÂ
âYou didnât get off! Y-You made me feel so goodâŠthat isnât fair. Here, let meââ
âItâs okay.âÂ
âA-Are you sure?â
âReally, itâs okay. Iâm really tired anyway. Next time you canâŠumâŠyou know, if you want. Just come here.â
He turns on his side and curls into you, tucking his face into your chest and clutching the back of your shirt. You kiss the crown of his head and hear him sigh dreamily in response. Running a hand up and down his arm, you can feel sections of raised skin but you donât bring it up.
You then speak, âI canât believe it took you this long to tell me.â
âY-You knew?!â
âYeah.â
âWhy didnât you say anything?â
âWhy didnât you?â
ââŠI was scaredâŠscared you wouldnât like me back. But, Iâm glad you do.â
âYou know, you should get the writing of my name tattooed.â
âD-Donât say that, because Iâll actually do it if you want me to.â
There hadnât been an official statement from youâthe âwhat are weâ talk didnât happen. It didnât need to, he was your boyfriend now, no question about it.
You returned his feelings. You kissed him. You pleasured him. Youâre holding him. Youâre his now. Isnât that how this works?Â
You awake the next morning without him in your arms, youâre not sure what time he snuck out. What you do find, though, is something nobody would normally leaveâhis folded underwear on your desk.
Von Lycaon is such a sweet and nice gentleman, but by god imagine the things this man could do to you if you pushed the right buttons.
He can be SO mean to you if you tempt him. I just know this man can be the biggest brat tamer IF it is required. No reason to be mean to you if you're behaving.
And don't even get me started on Rina. She is the MOTHER of false sympathy. "Oh, poor baby. Is the big bad wolf being mean to you? Oh, poor you" she coos at you, letting you rest your head in her lap sobbing as the thiren roughly spanks your ass. "Come on now, my sweet. Remember your manners and this will be over very soon."
Hiii, obsessed with your writinggg I have a tiny requestđ„čUshijima big brother x little sis! I love men that can just bear hug you while pounding into you without letting you move from underneath him đ”âđ«đ”âđ«can you also add spanking! I always loved that đ€bye have a nice day
BLOOD RUNS THICKER THAN WATER (KINKTOBER WEEK 1)
âïœĄđŠč°⧠you and wakatoshi are the only ones that can understand each other. you both are aloof, quiet, and equally messed up in the head - thatâs why when you invite him to your room, your nii chan doesnât think twice before deflowering you before graduating.
contains dark content, incest, 3rd year ushijima x 2nd year reader (19 and 18), family trauma -> incest as a coping mechanism, very unhealthy, both are messed up in the head, voyeurism ish, both ushijima and reader are virgins, first time, very sweet at first if you ignore the fact that theyre siblings LMAO but thats the point, spanking, kinda ddlg?, unprotected sex, breeding, leg locking, getting caught, open ending 2k words
notes since nonnie didnt specify what they wanted i went with actual siblings.. the idea of ushiwaka being so closed off that the only girl he has eyes for is his actual sis :(( also this is 90% plot 10% smut.. sorry nonnie ïŒïŒïŒżïŒïŒ
the dining hall is full of chatter from students tired, exhausted from the finals. the excitement is so intense, though, that it overpowers any complaints and worries, easing the minds of the shiratorizawa 3rd year students. just a bit more, and theyâll be free, or as free as you can be in college. the first and second year students can only sigh and watch with envy - the finish line is still way too far ahead, and worst of all, the hot upperclassmen are all graduating. thatâs the most tragic news, according to your best friend mei sitting next to you. âi mean, y/n, semi senpai is leaving! iâll never see him again! donât you feel the same??â. her whines pop your bubble of thoughts, and you try your best to comfort her - some headpats and reassurance that her beloved semi senpai is still a few months away from graduating. her face is buried between your tits, her whines muffled by your cleavage, while youâre so embarrassed you feel like you could explode. âmeiâ, your voice is soft, hesitant, not wanting to attract any attention. âhuh?â âget off.â
mei does as you say, squeezing your right boob as she gets off, giggling when your face becomes even redder. âmei!â âsorry y/n-chan, youâre just too cute! youâll miss your big bro too, right?â you look away and nod, but she continues her rambling. âya know, i wish my nii chan was as nice as ushijima senpai, you guys seem so close! if you werenât siblings, iâd totally think heâs into you.â you blush. your nii chan is into you, but youâve sworn youâd never tell a soul, you pinky promised him. the heat from your cheeks pools down to your hips, but mei doesnât notice, too intent on complaining about her brother. âha! maybe you guys get along because youâre so similar!â. sheâs right. maybe you donât look alike, but your personalities definitely are. closed off and eager to maintain a good image, shy and aloof with your friends, and deep down, you both know youâll never find someone like each other. youâve stuck together when your dad was belittling wakatoshiâs volleyball skills, or when he scolded you for being too shy, too quiet, saying that only your brother was as messed up as you.
and maybe he was right - his words stuck to your nii chanâs mind like a mantra, that the only one that could understand him was his imouto, his little sis. he didnât look at other girls growing up, why would he? you were blossoming into a cute, smart girl, pretty enough to make him wonder why his cock would strain against his pants whenever you came whining to him. he didnât think about other girls when you couldnât sleep by yourself and asked to climb onto his bed, or when the boy you really liked rejected you, calling you names and making you cry. no, he only needed you, and deep down he was happy that random guy made fun of you â a necessary evil, he thought, as your pretty, watering eyes looked up at him. ân-nii chan..â you muttered in between sobs. âne- hic!, never wanna b-be with a-another boy againâŠâ you got closer and closer to him. âdadâs r-rightâ, your voice was hesitant, âi-i can on-hic! only be with you, nii chanâŠâ
wakatoshi hesitated. his one sided crush was one thing, but you pressing yourself late at night against him and admitting your nasty feelings was another. itâs wrong, he reminded himself. itâs so wrong, but he still didnât push you away when you pressed your wet lips against his. he knew it was wrong, but he stayed quiet. he stayed quiet when you clinged to him in school, when you didnât reply when tendou jokingly called you ushiwakaâs girlfriend, when you begged him to make the ache down there go away. he stayed quiet then, but little did you know he humped his pillow that night - and still does - imagining it was your soft cunt, your perfect pussy he only saw when you bent over to pick up something. or your plush tits, oh so soft when you pressed your body against his when you wanted his attention, unaware of how his cock twitched every time you called him nii chan. wakatoshi stays quiet when fat globes of cum spill from his cock while he can hear you masturbating from the room next to his. he canât fuck you, no, thatâd make your whole relationship feel real, too real, and heâd be too aware that heâs in love with you, his sister. he loves you too much to rip you of your purity, to ruin you forever, even if he doesnât want anything more than to breed your cunt and make you his.
wakatoshiâs thoughts flow through his mind, his guilt eating him up. but when he snaps out of his trance, he sees you. when did you get to his table? he was sure you were with rei, or whatever her name is, across the dining hall. his friends, his teammates, whistle at you, some asking you to sit next to them, some ogling at your body. ushijima pays no mind to them, only to the way you shy away when tendou compliments your uniform (âso neat, just like your big bro!â). ânii chanâ, you speak, your voice low. ââm going back to my dorm.â tendou gasps, ây/nnie! youâre not cominâ to the party? câmon, we gotta celebrate the end of final season⊠yâknow you could give me a goodbye kiss!â you blush, but shake your head, and before tendou can keep going wakatoshi stands up. âletâs goâ. his voice is firm, leaving no room for another word from his teammates. you nod, ever so obedient to your niichan, and you both leave the cafeteria while the volleyball team sighs. âyou canât convince her, manâ, semi speaks up, looking at tendou. âsheâs ushiwakaâs sis, theyâre the sameâ.
the walk to your dorm room is quiet. you think about holding your nii chanâs hand, but the giggles from some girls not too far behind remind you of your shared secret. you can only sigh in relief when you close your room door behind you, leaving you alone with wakatoshi. ânii chanâ, you start, âm-mei told me sheâll stay at the party with some friends.â your voice is hopeful, and ushijima knows what youâre up to. he sits on the bed, and you waste no time climbing on his lap, arms wrapped around his neck, a pout on your cute face. his hands - much bigger than yours - stroke your back, never going too low. your cheeks redden, and you speak up again. ânii niiâ, fuck. your voice is so sweet, so hypnotizing, that ushiwaka knows heâll have a hard time saying no to whatever you have in mind. âyâre gonna leave me all alone soon.â your voice cracks, as well as your tough, unbreakable façade - and his cracks along yours. thereâs something so bittersweet in saying goodbye to your loved ones, especially your own flesh and blood who stuck by your side for your whole life. wakatoshi knows that heâll leave as soon as heâll graduate, leaving you all alone to face the world for the first time.
thatâs why he doesnât hesitate when he grabs the back of your head and pushes his lips onto yours, already soaked with salty tears. itâs raw, wrong, but wakatoshi is delusional enough to pretend heâs not kissing his sister, to pretend the bulge pressing against your crotch isnât there. but you know better - you always do, and you notice. you notice the weird stares you get from his friends, from yours, from wandering eyes in the hallways when you hug him a bit too long, when you avoid your pursuers and run off to your brother instead. you notice his warm shaft poking at your skirt. youâre not as dense as he is, you think, and one of your hands slowly makes its way to his crotch, slowly getting closer to what you want, to what will make you his forever, and make him yours forever.
youâre inexperienced, years of being pursued by random guys havenât taught you much: youâve never gone further than a second date and maybe a kiss on the cheek, never satisfied, aware that your nii chan was waiting at home for you. your only experience was those nasty, rauchy porn videos. oh, how you loved them - circling around your puffy clit and stuffing your cunt with your fingers as little âah, big bro-ah, âm gonna cu-uhm!â and âi-i love you sisâ came from your phone. and you couldnât wait to reenact them. your hand, trembling in excitement, wraps itself around his shaft, and you gasp a little, almost breaking the kiss. his cockâs big, thick, warm, twitchy. ushijima notices, and buckles his hips into your hand. âah, fuck, y/nnieâŠâ his voice is deep and barely above a whisper, filled with nasty desire. his own hands travels to your plush ass, harshly groping your cheeks, disregarding your hisses. he spanks it once, twice, thrice, fixated on how it recoils from the impact of his spiker spanks. you try to protest, but he speaks before you can. âyou took me away from the team so you could paw at my cock like that?â his words come out meaner than he intended to, but he needs to discipline you, make you used to how cruel the outside world is.
you whine, but thatâs not the answer wakatoshi wants. his hand travels under your skirt, feeling up your panties, your pretty thong he always sees in the dirty clothes basket. all frilly and lacy, with a bow right above your precious cunt. you subconsciously start humping his cock, wanting more, greed taking over your senses as you realize he wants this as much as you, heâs wrong, nasty, like you. ânii niiâŠâ you kiss him again. âwant you to take my first.â and how could he say no to you? such a big girl, his dearest imouto finally speaking up for herself, being open with how dirty she is. so ushijima flips you onto the bed, tits bouncing from the impact, your schoolgirl uniform all wrinkly from all his groping. you spread your legs a bit, your skirt riding up your thighs, exposing your sweet little cunny. thereâs a hopeful smile on your face, so cute but so depraved at the same time. your depravity goes unnoticed by your brother, whoâs just as bad as you as he lowers himself down to your level and starts undressing your blouse, revealing your pink bra. your nii chan leaves a trail of kisses from your jaw to the valley between your tits, a silent declaration of love between family. heâs silent, but you know what heâs thinking.
or so you think. âi love you, imouto.â
your cunt flutters against nothing when ushijima tells you he loves you for the first time. you donât hesitate to say it back, his cock leaking precum as you do. youâre both fucked in the head, thatâs what your dad would say.
youâre both sickos when you hurry to undress each other, when he presses his mushroom tip against your untouched pussy, when he says he doesnât carry condoms around and all you say is âwanna make babies together, nii chanâŠâ. and thatâs enough to make him slowly sink into your heat, the stretch burning from the large insertion, hymen tearing and bleeding the same blood thatâs in the cock inside you. âoh fuck, ah, imouto⊠âm gonna make ya a mommy huh? youâd like it? make ya my sis wifeâŠâ ushiwaka is stern, but you know he means well. big bro always knows best.
your room is filled with plaps and moans and grunts, so loud that even passerbys can hear them despite the music from the dance floor in the homeroom. both of you are too focused on how close you are, so close already after years of jerking off to each other in the privacy of your own rooms. ushijimaâs close, he can feel it, but as soon as he moves to pull out, your legs lock around his waist forcing him to empty his load inside your cunt. thatâs what makes you cream all over him, your juices mixing with each other as wakatoshi flops onto you, pressing wet kisses on your neck while pinching your nipple with one hand.
youâre still spasming around his cock, savoring the moment before he gets hard again, and you can fuck again and again and againâŠ
click.
the door opens, revealing a disheveled mei, clearly tipsy, holding an even drunker semiâs hand. the sight of their beloved friends naked on your bed, cum all over and his cock still into you makes their faces whiten. âfuck, i knew you two were weirdosâ, semi speaks up, âbut thatâs fucking messed up.â and all you can do is hide your face in your nii chanâs neck and hope they wonât say anything about this to anyone else. mei chuckles - âweâll leave you to it, lovebirds!â, and closes the door behind her and her date, leaving you all alone with wakatoshi once more. and you can only smile when you feel his cock harden inside you once more. maybe youâre not wrong, you think as he begins fucking your cunny again. as long as youâll have your nii chan youâll be okay. youâll marry him, and have lots of babies together. because heâs the only one who understands you. the only one who loves you.
its def ooc but .. bat boy creep ororon is just too good to be ignored imo (àčËÌ”áŽËÌ”) always lurking always watching but heâs not tough at ALL heâs just a loser .. drooling
HIII nonnie!! i had so many things to do i totally forgot about this acc (ïżŁ^ïżŁ)ăim free now so i can go back to posting ,, im looking through the new comments and reblogs and thank u all so much for the support ⥠i also have lots of cute reqs !! currently working on another fic that im sooo excited to post .. hint hint its very similar to the bokuroo one :O but i missed all of u guys too T__T aa i have so many ideas !! feel free to send as many reqs as youâd want nonnie <3
contains mualani, kinich, ororon kink hcs. cunningulus, dry humping, tit play + tit sucking, facefucking, toys, perv!ororon, cumming in pants (yum), thigh fucking, dubcon, somnophilia, scent kink, ororonâs is longer bc i love creeps
notes probably ooc .. havent played the natlan quests yet !! sorry for disappearing for so long LMAO but im back :3 pt2 coming soon
mualani
sweetest puppy sub ever !! soso eager to please her loving gf but sheâs also super shy .. also means sheâs very hyperactive + has a very high libido, im thinking about sex at least four times a week |(ïżŁ3ïżŁ)| not her fault she feels her cunny burning up so easily ..
very into dry humping, orrr humping anything in general. lani just goes so dumb when sheâs rubbing her clothed cunt against yours, poor clits bumping together, as the room gets filled with your soft moans. sheâs just too eager to tear off your clothes, and who cares if they get soaked in your mixed juices ? sheâll lick them clean, promise!
pussy eating as a way to calm her down ⥠sheâs always humping n groping n rubbing you .. but you have other stuff to do! you cant tend to your sweet girl all day yk ⊠so sheâs stuck licking and sucking your pussy until you decide youâre satisfied enough !! but she loves it, donât worry .. itâs just a nice way to keep her quiet for a while.
mualani is, imo, a boob person - when youâre scissoring, sheâs always staring at the way your tits press together, nipples rubbing and sweat making them slip so easily .. n when youâre not having sex, she loves to suck on them, especially thru your clothes <3 sheâs a big meanie, making you walk around with those big, wet spots right above your nipples!!
loves a strap .. or even better, a double ended dildo so you can both bounce on a fake cock at the same time ⥠holding hands and shoving each otherâs tongues in your throats, all dumb while you cum on it for the nth time ..
kinich
mm, service top kinich <33 he does his best to please, to make you feel good, ending up overstimulating himself in the process!! he never complains when you wake him up in the middle of the night, panties soaked and begging him to fuck you back to sleep âĄ
heâs obsessed with making you feel good, and doesnât mind sticking his cock into your cunt anytime or anywhere you want â public sex has become routine for the both of you, hurrying to take off your underwear so he can plow his dick into you as much as you want.
dont get it wrong, kinich can be irritable and pissed off, especially when ajaw wonât stop spewing nonsense (usually boasting about his past feats, or poking at kinichâs excitement whenever heâs with you), and his gentleman persona shatters as he facefucks his pretty girlfriend. your pleas and whimper fade out as he focuses on how your eyes get watery each time his tip hits the back of your throat, or how your tongue tries to wrap around his cock in attempts to soothe him.
kinich is a thigh man through and through. in the heat of natlan, you have no choice but to wear shorts or skirts, and kinich has never been more thankful for the hot climate. his eyes fixate on the droplets of sweat that drip down your legs, shiny skin looking so warm and so soft, almost as if youâre inviting him to stick his leaky cock between your plush thighs. you dont mind him getting off right? not after everything heâs done for youâŠ
ororon
first things first this man is a virgin. loser bf. jerking off every night type of guy (check this work) - a real pervert. if natlan has any kind of erotic literature, best believe those magazines and books are shoved under his mattress, and he only takes them out when his imagination isnât enough anymore and he needs more to finally empty his balls. however, when he realizes he likes you, his predicament only worsens. every little thing you do he memorizes, always watching and learning - eventually cumming in his pants when the wind lifts your skirt just enough to see your panties.
it doesnât come as a surprise that ororon gets hard easily - too easily, in fact, because it doesnt take long for u to notice ⥠it doesnt matter if youâre also a bit dumb, or inexperienced, youâll notice his cock straining against his tight jeans. even when you eventually start dating, heâs insatiable, his leaky tip always poking your soft body, begging for release. no matter how you behave around him, heâs a sub at heart, too shy to take the lead and put u in your place if youâre being a brat !!
heâs nasty, so desperate to get off that he doesnât even realize how much of a creep he can be. when u mention allowing him to fuck you in your sleep, he doesnât think twice about it. you still have to have a proper conversation and set boundaries, but ororon is too excited - when ur fast asleep in your shared bed, he starts pawing at his bulge, whimpering while youâre clueless next to him. but youâre his first girlfriend, his sweet sweet partner, and waking you up filled with his cock doesnât seem like a good idea. so he does the best next thing, lowering himself so that heâs face to face with your clothed cunt. he licks it, tongue flat against your puffy lips, taking in your scent, and it doesnt take long before he cums all over himself. but heâs too focused on you, too entranced with your leaking cunny that he cant stop - just the tip, yes, or maybe he can just hump you while your pussyâs still clothed⊠yes, thats not wrong, right? you donât mind, right??