“if i go tonight, i doubt the world would change. i just pray they don’t forget my name.”
lexy | twenty two | black | nov scorpio | eren and jungkook’s pretty gf
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attack on titan ଘ(੭ˊ꒳ˋ)੭✧
eren yeager
peaches and coconut + peaches and coconut pt 2 ft jean kirstein
peaches and coconut drabble #1 (eren teaches reader how to masturbate)
peaches and coconut drabble #2 (eren and reader have sex in the bathroom during a church service)
peaches and coconut drabble #3 (eren and reader have high sex in his car)
peaches and coconut drabble #4 (a glimpse of eren and reader in the future)
basketball player!eren x chubby!reader fic
basketball player!eren x chubby!reader pt 2
basketball player!eren x chubby!reader pt 3
plug eren hc’s #1, #2
plug!eren drabble #1 (eren fucks readers mouth w his glock)
plug!eren drabble #2 (eren pulls his glock out on someone while he’s w reader)
plug!eren drabble #3 (reader sucks eren off while his glock is pointed at her head + reiner cameo)
plug!eren #4 (eren and reader discuss his hair length before having nasty sex)
plug!eren drabble #5 (reader is craving skin to skin contact and eren helps)
plug!eren drabble #6 (eren punishes reader for being bratty)
aftercare w plug!eren
nerd!reader x eren drabble #1
nerd!reader x eren drabble #2
jailbird!eren drabble
toxic baby daddy eren fic
mma fighter!eren drabble
childhood best friend eren fic
aot boys squirting hc’s
rough sex w eren drabble
ceo!eren fic
nerd!eren x nerd!reader fic
eren eating pussy w grills in
sex w toxic bf!eren
nerd!eren drabble #1 (eren has a big dick)
nerd!eren drabble #2 (eren’s first bj)
nerd!eren drabble #3 (eren cums a lot and loves to be overstimulated)
nerd!eren hc’s
oral fixation drabble
incubus!eren drabble
actor!eren x playmate!reader
sticky! sticky! sticky! ft. suguru geto
bfs!geto x eren drabble #1
musician!eren
best friend!eren drabble
your teeth in my neck
construction worker!eren hcs
jean kirstein
raw
aot boys squirting hc’s
oral fixation drabble
armin arlert
pervert!armin hc’s
pervert!armin fic
aot boys squirting hc’s
bfs armin & choso #1
bfs armin & choso #2
connie springer
plug!connie drabble (lil intro to plug!connie)
plug!connie hc’s
angeleyes
make me juno (angeleyes au)
levi ackerman
plug!levi hc’s
semi sub!levi drabble
aot boys squirting hc’s
reiner braun
aot boys squirting hc’s
oral fixation drabble
househusband!reiner hc’s
mikasa ackerman
sub!mikasa drabble
erwin smith
bfs nanami & erwin
onyankopon
bf!ony puts you in your place
jujutsu kaisen ଘ(੭ˊ꒳ˋ)੭✧
toji fushiguro
the girl next door
rendezvous
stretch you out
sheriff!toji
69in’ with bf!toji
public sex with fwb!toji
jjk men as my fav sexy songs
kento nanami
nanami putting you in a full nelson
dry humping with nanami
bfs nanami & erwin drabble
jjk men as my fav sexy songs
gojo satoru
hide n’ seek
drabble of satosugu eating it at the same time
jjk men as my fav sexy songs
geto suguru
plug!geto x reader
pussyjob with plug!geto
sticky! sticky! sticky! ft. eren yeager
bf!suguru drabble
plug!geto drabble
bfs!eren & geto drabble #1
drabble of satosugu eating it at the same time
throat training w/ bf!sugu
jjk men as my fav sexy songs
choso kamo
drabble about choso getting milked
feelz
bfs choso & armin #1
bfs choso & armin #2
ryomen sukuna
jjk men as my fav sexy songs
tokyo revengers ଘ(੭ˊ꒳ˋ)੭✧
draken
big dick kenny drabble
ran haitani
drabble about getting slutted out by ran and rindou
rindou haitani
drabble about getting slutted out by ran and rindou
a/n: lemme know if i should make a mini series w these two, and their little family!! i very much enjoyed writing for them hehe
synopsis: toji’s bunny hybrid wife is desperate to have him put a baby in her
cw include: bunny hybrid!reader, black fem!reader, super fluffy & domestic asf . . and then things just get super horny, she sends him a naughty pic, phone sex??, masturbation, pillow humping, lowkey scent kink, some sloppy kisses, lots of praise, 69 position, fingering, dirty talk, pet names (baby, babe, bunny, honey, sweetness), spanking, multiple orgasms, squirting, unprotected sex, tummy bulge, rough sex & slow sex, breeding kink, creampie, cervix fucking bc it’s toji, choking, breath play, lactation kink, body worship . . i think that’s about it . . . wc: 17.9k
“i’m home.”
the sound of the door shutting, and boots being kicked off brought a smile to your face, your hands quickly wiping against your apron to semi-clean them off.
“i’m in the kitchen!” you called back, opening the oven to place a pan full of one of tojis favorite meals inside. while you were bent over, you felt a sudden presence behind you, making you smile the tiniest bit.
while closing up the oven, a pair of hands wrapped around your waist, pulling you back even more. you were instantly relaxed. his chest felt hard, hot, comforting.
“hi bunny,” your husband whispered into the crook of your neck, pressing a gentle kiss to the soft skin. your caramel colored, floppy ear twitched at the affection.
“hi honey . . i missed you.”
he hummed into your neck, and maneuvered you both to the side, away from the stove. the last time he surprised you in front of the appliance, he accidentally set half of his hand on one of the slowly cooling eyes while getting lost in your kisses, leaving him with a nasty burn.
it made him laugh thinking back on it, but you on the hand didn’t see the humor in it in the slightest.
“what smells so good in here, hm? smells like—”
“turkey wings,” you grinned, running your hands over his shoulders, and down his beefy arms.
he was wearing a black, long sleeve shirt, and on top of that were his navy blue overalls. his boots were long discarded, and sitting on the shoe rack by the door. they were replaced by his thick, black slippers that he’s had since you first moved into the cottage—they were a little . . well, a lot worn out, but he insisted they still felt as new as the day he got them.
his hand, calloused, but kinda soft from the lotion he applied before leaving work, caressed the apple of your cheek. “mm, you spoil me. s’just what i needed after how fuckin’ cold it was today.”
his fingers trailed from your cheek, to your jaw, and down to your neck, grasping it from the side so he could pull you in for a sweet, but quick kiss.
“yeah, i was . . mm, shocked that you guys didn’t wrap it up early from how low the temperature dropped. i hope you don’t catch a cold from being out in that all day,” you pouted, melting into his touch as his hand moved back up to cup the entire left side of your face.
the size of his hands never failed to shock you every now and again.
“heh, as long as i’m drinking that elderberry tea every night n’ morning, i don’t think i’ll be getting sick anytime soon,” he grinned, nose brushing against yours. “you started nesting yet?”
your head shook back and forth slowly, “nah, not yet. the urge to do it is getting stronger though, so i’ll probably do it either tomorrow, or the next day.”
three days from now, you would be going into heat, and toji always liked to be prepared for it.
he made sure his shifts at work were covered for the next ten days—starting with the day before your heat comes on. a heating pad and raspberry leaf tea were always on standby to help your intense cramps, and he kept the fridge packed with prepped meals for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. once your heat started, you were glued to him for the entirety of it, and because of that, cooking became a bit of a hassle. so, he started meal prepping, and so far it’s been his savior.
when it came to you nesting, he liked to leave shirts, hoodies, and occasionally sweatpants—so you could drown yourself in his scent to your hearts content. it was never as good as getting it straight from the source, but when he had to detach himself to use the bathroom, or take a phone call from work, it sufficed.
“you smell nice,” you hummed, trailing your nose along the edge of his jawline, and up to the spot below his ear—that’s where his scent was strongest.
your ears perked up, brushing over toji’s face and tickling him. he brought up a hand up, softly scratching the back of them. the slight tremble in your body had the scarred side of his lip quirking into a smirk.
“i-i made you some pound cake too—‘know you been craving it real bad.”
god, you always knew the right things to say to make him wanna bend you over, n’ fuck you silly.
his lips were soft against the skin of your neck as he pressed a wet kiss to it. “you know, i was gonna go shower, but i think i might justttt—”
“not while my turkey wings are vulnerable of being overcooked,” you grinned, licking the shell of his ear, “and no, i won’t just ‘turn it on low’.”
“mmcht, whatever—at least let me get some sugar before i go. ‘been thinking about your lips all day.” he was already leaning down to capture your lips in a kiss, stealing nearly all of your breath away.
you smiled against his lips, hands clutching onto his shirt. “i’m sure you have been with that nasty mind of yours. now go shower, and stop distractin’ me.”
and off he went, not an ounce of shame in his eyes as he basically eye-fucked you on his entire assent up the stairs.
he didn’t know it, but you were secretly buttering him up as much as possible so he would say yes to your newest request.
a baby.
your own bundle of joy that was yours, and tojis, to love and nurture.
you wanted it to have his eyes, with your lips, and his precious smile, with your dark curls. you wanted toji’s love for music, and your love for reading to pass onto them, and if you were lucky, you’d get them to love baking just as much as you did—boy or girl, it didn’t matter in the slightest.
at first you thought it was your heat talking—which was why you never said anything, but even after it passed, the thought of bearing toji’s children never failed to cross your mind at least three times a day now.
so here you were, nearly at peak ovulation with hope in your heart that he’d give you what you wanted.
kids were discussed, but not frequently—and you didn’t want to scare toji, but you feared that if he didn’t put a baby in you soon, you would surely lose your mind.
you skipped your past few birth control pills, and you had plans to skip them tonight, hoping that this would give your body enough time prepare itself for his seed.
on the off chance that he actually declined your offer, you were prepared to take your birth control once more, but if the universe was on your side, you’d be pregnant within the next couple of days.
while you iced the poundcake, and hummed a quiet tune to yourself. your imagination ran wild, filling your head with different scenarios of your future family.
you imagined toji building your little one a mud kitchen, and how they’d play with it together while you watched from afar, probably baking something because you were sure your baby would develop your sweet tooth.
“god, it smells like heaven down here.”
his voice made your heart swell. you were so in love.
“and it’s just about finished. why don’t you go play us a little something to listen to while i make your plate, hm?” you grinned, turning the eyes of the stove off.
“will do!” you heard him call from the living room, and by the sounds of it, he had already started rummaging around for a vinyl.
watching television during dinner was something you didn’t typically do—instead you would take turns playing different vinyls while you ate and cleaned up.
just as you finished plating some garlic mashed potatoes onto his plate, a song started playing.
la, la, la—never thought that we would ever be more than friends
now i’m all confused ‘cause for you, i had deeper feelings
“haven’t heard you play this one in a while,” you commented, carefully placing four turkey wings on the white porcelain.
toji peeked over your shoulder, hungrily swiping his salivating tongue over his bottom lip. “yeah . . couldn’t get this song specifically out of my head today.”
“mm, well good choice—now go sit. you want sweet tea? or i made some raspberry lemonade earlier?”
“ouu, lemonade please, baby. i just downed a glass of whiskey n’ need something sweet to chase it down with.”
your nose scrunched up at the mention of the foul tasting drink, “i don’t know how you drink that shit.” your body did a one eighty, and you quickly made your way over the table to set his plate in front of him. “but one raspberry lemonade coming up.”
the two of you ate in a comfortable silence, too busy indulging in the delicious meal you cooked to carry on a conversation.
“is it good, honey?” you asked after a good fifteen minutes, dabbing your lips with a cloth napkin.
toji took a long gulp of the lemonade, and relaxed more into his chair making you giggle. “i swear every time you make these, they get better and better.”
you smiled, floppy ears perking up at the praise. “i injected them with this herb butter i made, so they’d come out juicer. pretty damn good idea if i do say so myself.”
“you’ve outdone yourself again, baby. thank you so much. now, lemme get these plates up—”
“oh no, no, no—i’ll do it!”
toji raised a thick brow in confusion, head cocking slightly to the side. “baby . . you’ve done more than enough tonight. let me at least get the dishes.”
you were already pushing out of your chair, shaking your head back and forth in protest. “and you’ve just spent the whole day building houses, and managing people in the cold. let me do a little extra tonight, yeah? sit tight, and i’ll cut you a slice of poundcake.”
when you swiped up his plate, he gently grabbed your wrist, keeping you in a place.
“ . . . thank you. you’re such a doll.”
“anything for you, husband.”
toji bit his lip, and laid a firm smack on your behind, making you giggle like a school girl with a crush.
thoughts of taking turns feeding your child in their high chair crossed your mind, and you couldn’t help but smile about it to yourself. you’d make them their own baby food, of course, and purée everything by hand because nothing was better than homemade food prepared by ones own momma.
“here you go, honey. i hope you enjoy it,” you muttered, setting the plate containing a hefty slice of poundcake on the table.
“mm, thank you, sugar. looks fuckin’ great.”
you hummed, and nibbled on your lip, deciding if you should turn the charm up a notch.
toji let out groan when you firmly squeezed at his shoulders, your thumbs digging into the tense muscles. “that’s right, honey, just relax for me. you had such a long day, n’ i wanna make it better,” you spoke softly, rolling your hands over the muscles on his back.
his favorite dinner, poundcake, and a massage??
the cogs in toji’s brain began to turn, and it was around his fourth bite when he realized you were up to something.
“baby.”
“hm?”
“what do you want?” he spoke lowly with a mouthful of cake.
your hands briefly paused, confirming his suspicions. he couldn’t help but smirk. what a sneaky little bunny of a wife he’s got.
“w-what do you mean, lover? i always try my best to spoil you after you’ve had a hard day,” you mumbled, digging your thumb into a particularly large knot.
toji’s head tipped low, his eyes fluttering shut in pain threaded with intense pleasure. you always gave the best massages.
his hand wrapped around your wrist, pausing your movements. “hah—yeah, but you only make poundcake for special occasions. it’s your tell. so, what do you want, hm?”
you sighed letting your hands go limp, and fall to your sides. it didn’t shock toji in the slightest when you took your rightful place in his lap, your hand coming to scratch at the hairs at the nape of his neck.
“well . . .”
“heh, i knew it. what does my baby need, huh? name it, and its yours.”
your lips parted, then shut, a furrow coming between your brows. why were you so nervous all of a sudden??
toji noticed this, and thumbed the space between your eyebrows, his lips lifting into a small, but comforting smile. “don’t think too hard about it. you don’t need to be scared to ask me nothing, you know i’d do anything for you.”
anything.
anything had to include a baby right? right.
“well . . i’ve been doing some thinking, and i think it’s time we thought about . . . um, expanding our family.”
when he didn’t say anything, you continued.
“i think i’m ready to be a mom, a-and i think you’d be an amazing dad. we have that extra room that’s just going to waste, and a huge backyard just waiting for be filled with little dark haired babies!”
“babies,” toji breathed out, his eyes widening slightly.
you offered him a smile, and another forkful of poundcake, which he hesitantly accepted.
“ideally, i would like three, but two is fine. i jus’ want lots of kids, and then grandkids, and then maybe even some great—um, honey? are you alright? you look like you’re about to go cross eyed.”
toji blinked slowly once, twice, thrice.
he couldn’t remember the last time you discussed children together, and now you were talking about your future great grandchildren.
he simply couldn’t wrap his head around it all.
“okay, one more thing n’ then i’m done—but just imagine how cute i’d look pregnant! and odds are if we have three; at least two of the little cuties will get my bunny gene.”
he could feel your tail twitch underneath your dress, indicating that you were getting more and more excited as the seconds passed.
“say something, please.”
his eyes flit to yours, and he practically melted on the spot. you were extremely hopeful, he could see it in your eyes—they were sparkling.
“i think . . . i think it’s a fuckin’ great idea, baby,” he grinned, mossy green eyes brightening up just as much as yours. “we’ve been married long enough, i think it’s about time we bring a couple of brats in the world.”
you told yourself you wouldn’t cry if he said yes, but that didn’t stop hot tears from pooling at your lash line.
“you really mean it, love?”
toji’s fingers scratched at the tender spot behind your drooped ears, making you shudder. “i mean, i was shocked for a second, but then i started thinking about a mini us . . . and you being pregnant. i think you’d make a rather cute pregnant lady.”
his hand trailed down to the back of your neck, cupping it gently, “i can picture it now—you all round n’ cute while taking care of the garden in the spring. if we’re successful in the next couple of weeks, we’ll have ourselves a little autumn baby, which is what?”
“our favorite season,” you sniffled, nose twitching cutely in an attempt to hold your tears in.
“did you really think i would say no, and break your heart like that?” he chuckled, pushing down on your neck gently so your lips could meet his in a kiss.
“stopppp! i don’t know!”
the fluffiness of your ears tickled his jaw as you burrowed your face in his neck, a dopey smile spreading across your lips.
“i think we should wait until your heat starts. you’re fertile, n’ you’ll be ovulating like crazy. i reckon it’ll take much better if we do it around then, yeah?”
gosh, it was really happening. you couldn’t believe your ears.
“oh! i guess we should scrap your birth control too, huh? by the look on your face, though, i’m assuming you stopped already?” the smirk he was sporting was almost irritating. he was always able to read you so well.
you twiddled your fingers together, a fresh wave of heat spreading across your cheeks from embarrassment. “maybe . . . it’s only been a couple days, though. i’ll throw them out tonight.”
it was silent for a few beats, but it was a comfortable silence.
you found yourself nuzzling your face back into his neck, while he slowly rocked you both back and forth, back and forth.
there were other things that needed to be discussed regarding this topic, but all toji wanted to do was just bask in the silence. a few days from now, your lives will change forever, and although it lowkey scared the shit out of him, he was also queasy with excitement.
you’d be the perfect mom, he was sure of it.
and because female bunny hybrids were built for carrying multiple children on multiple occasions (if they choose) you both knew there would be little to no risks involved.
toji was so lost in his thoughts thinking about the next couple of months that he didn’t even notice you were snoring until a few minutes after.
he looked down, and there you were—ears drooped over your shoulders while little snores left your parted lips. after being anxious all day about the baby talk, and indulging in a big meal, you were absolutely slumped, practically melting into a puddle of nothing but sugar, spice, n’ everything nice as he rocked you side to side.
unfortunately, your slumber was soon interrupted.
“mm, hey. wake up, bunny.”
“nooo . . .”
“yes. you already know i plan on carrying you, so why’re you fussin’ at me, hm?” his tone was gentle, almost teasing like.
you fell silent again, drowsiness overcoming you heavily.
it was impossible to keep your eyes open at this point, so you just gave in, mumbling something about how he’s on cleaning duty before falling asleep once again.
you didn’t stir out of your sleep once as he carried you upstairs, and tucked you into bed, but he was rewarded with an adorable nose twitch when he slipped your bonnet over your hair. you didn’t exactly make it easy for him, but he was eventually able to remove your dress and bra, leaving you in nothing but some cotton, baby pink panties.
that night, you had one of the most vivid dreams you’ve ever had in your life. visions of children with caramel colored skin, and dark hair to go with their fuzzy ears played behind your closed eyelids. you could hear their giggles and playful shrieks as if they were really there.
and when you awoke the next morning, your heart was heavy, but full, because you knew in the days to come, toji would successfully put a baby in you, and make you the mother you’ve been dreaming about becoming.
the first few hours of your heat were always the worst.
before becoming unbearably aroused, you were greeted with nauseating cramps that left you a teary, curled up mess. drinking tea or a heating pad helped—sometimes.
but nothing could compare to the human furnace that was your husband.
he radiated the warmth of a thousand suns, and then some more, bringing you just enough warmth to lull you into a painless sleep.
so here you were, curled into his naked chest while you whined into his ear every now again about how miserable you were feeling.
“tojiiiii.”
“i know, honey, i know,” he sighed into your hair, running a rough hand over your back.
the thin shirt you were wearing was damp with sweat, clinging to your slicked skin so uncomfortably, you almost wanted to cry from overstimulation.
“you want me to run you a bath? might help you a little—”
“noooo! too much movin’ around. plus the soap will make your good smell go away.”
‘good smell’ being his natural musk that would only get stronger as the hours ticked by. it was a woodsy scent with a tinge of vanilla and bourbon mixed in. it was intoxicating, and if you could inject it into your veins, you would without a single bit of hesitation.
before toji could even get another word out, you were letting out a strained yelp, your head burrowing itself further into the crook of his neck.
god, he hated this.
he hated seeing his wife in so much pain, and the fact that there was absolutely nothing he could do besides let it take its course frustrated him greatly.
they only lasted for a few hours, but it somehow always felt like a century to you.
“just stay here, and listen to me complain please . .” your voice was weak, barely above a whisper as you relaxed more into his muscly arms. you could feel sleep overcoming you for the second time that morning, your eyelids already beginning to droop.
toji’s arms tightened around your form, his hand coming up to cradle the back of your head. his nostrils flared in a sigh of relief. you were finally going to sleep again.
if he was lucky, you’d be knocked out until that familiar gnawing arousal woke you up, and you could use him to your hearts desire. finally, he’d be useful to you, and not just some big oaf, holding you and cooing in your ear about how he wished he could take your pain away.
“of course, pretty girl. i’ll be here as long as you need me too, i’m all yours. forever.”
slowly, your eyes shut, and your breathing had gone shallow. a few minutes later, tiny snores could be heard from your parted lips, and that’s when toji could finally relax.
he didn’t dare move a muscle, too scared that he’d stir you awake and keep you up.
it worked for a good half hour, and he even caught himself drifting off, but then his phone started vibrating, instantly souring his mood.
his phone was on do not disturb, obviously, but there was only one person who was able to call during the ten days you were both isolated from the world; satoru gojo.
he was toji’s right hand man at work, and by the grace of god managed to hold it down whenever he was away—which wasn’t very often except for special occasions like now.
he knew not to call unless it was an emergency, and was in dire need of toji’s help—and even then he should tread lightly when calling, so toji could only imagine the bullshit he was about to hear.
“this better be good,” he sighed into the phone, voice laced with pure annoyance.
“uh, yeah, we got a bit of a situation here, boss. i’m here with the couple whose house we’re workin’ on, and the wife is having a shit fit because we got the wrong hardwood flooring.”
toji could’ve sworn his heart stopped right then and there. he almost jolted up, but then he was reminded of the sleeping bunny hybrid in his arms, and let out a deep, shaky breath.
“what do you mean we got the wrong fucking— *sigh* what do mean we got the wrong wood, satoru? did she, or did she not request brazilian walnut flooring?”
“w-well that’s what i told her, but she insisted she requested brazilian cherry. her husband looks terrified of her, so you already know he’s taking her side, and now they’re threatening to pull the entire project, and—”
oh, he could’ve went into cardiac arrest right then and there.
in all the years toji has been in this line of work, he’s never had a customer so dissatisfied they wanted to stop working with him. he would be damned if that started now—right as he was about to start a family of his own.
his jaw ticked, a furrow nestling between his brows. “okay, okay, stop talking. just let me think for a sec.”
“there is no time for thinking, fushiguro! i need you to get your ass up here right now, and sort this shit out before this woman has an aneurysm. let’s not forget there’s also a couple hundred thousand dollars on the line.”
all toji could do was let his head flop back into the plush pillow beneath him, his heart feeling heavier by the moment. his fingers trailed over the soft tufts of fur on your ears, eliciting a quiet, sleepy noise from you.
you were so precious is actually strained him.
“but—but i can’t. i-i can’t just leave my wife here now! you already know how it goes, ‘toru, she needs me here—”
“well, i need you here, man! look, we’ll try to keep it brief, and fix the problem so you can get home to the missus on time, but we cannot lose this client . . . you mentioned like a day ago that you two were thinking about kids right?”
toji’s lips quirked into a small smile at the mention, “yes . . .”
“if we seal the deal with these guys, and make ‘em happy, that’s your kids college fund right. fucking. there. or better yet—! that’s money for a . . ah, what’s that shit called where you vacation before it’s born?”
“a babymoon?”
“yes! precisely! now are you with me, or are you with me? it’ll take like a half hour—forty five minutes tops.”
“yeah, plus the hour long drive it takes to get there n’ back,” he sighed, already eyeing the walk-in closet.
as much as he hated it, his mind was made up, and he was not pleased with the decision.
with a low grunt, he maneuvered your sleeping form to the side, careful not to jostle you awake. thankfully, you only stirred a bit before going still again, your face nuzzling into the plush of your pillow.
“tell those assholes not to lose their heads, n’ that i’ll be there soon.”
and with that, toji was hanging up with a frustrated grunt.
for a moment he just stared at you, lips drooping into a frown at how content you looked. he didn’t want to leave your side—not even for a moment, but selfishly enough there was too much money on the line that could be put towards his family. he had to do it.
at least that’s what he kept telling himself as he got dressed. guilt was laced in every movement he made, only making it harder for him leave you.
he trudged over to the bed, and looked down at you with nothing but love swirling in his green irises. “i’m sorry . . . so sorry, honey. i’ll be back as soon as i can—before you even wake up, i promise.”
it was a risk giving you a kiss, but he didn’t give a shit in the slightest, giving your forehead three quick kisses that simply weren’t long enough.
“i’m sorry . .” he muttered once more, his heart nearly cracking in two as he exited the bedroom.
[ new message sent to bunny ᰔ ]
hi sweet girl. i’m hoping you won’t even read this, but if you are . . i promise, i won’t be gone long. 911 emergency @ work.
in fact i might even be otw home as you’re reading this!
just remember to keep a steady mind, and take care of yourself. i love you!
the first thing that greeted you when you opened your eyes was darkness.
the bedside lamp that was once on before was now turned off, and the midday sky had now gone black thanks to daylight savings.
sleepily, you nuzzled your face into the plush of your pillow, your hand reaching over to the side in search of your husband.
strangely, you felt nothing.
your eyes snapped open, manicured fingers clenching around the cold sheet. this was odd . . . extremely odd, because even if you were asleep, and toji needed to take a piss, he’d bring you with him without a second thought.
so, where could he have gone?
“tojiiiii!” you called out, face nuzzling into the hoodie he left beside you.
when you received no answer, you slowly sat up, ears perking up to hear any noise or movement around the house.
you heard absolutely nothing.
“what—? hah,” you hunched over in pain, lashes fluttering shut as your last cramp of the evening washed over you.
it was only a matter of time before the real shit kicked in, and you’d turn into a blubbering mess with soaked panties.
“what the fuck,” you hissed, snatching up your phone. the sudden bright light stung your eyes, but what stung even more was the text you read over three times from your husband.
it was almost comical how big your eyes got, but what wasn’t funny, was the way your ears straightened and how every hair on your body stood up in anger.
“i’m . . i’m gonna kill him. i’m gonna murder him—fuck, fuck, fuck!” you whined, dramatic tears filling up your lash line already.
out of all days, toji just had to pick up a shift today? at the start of your heat? the day when it would be at its strongest, and most unbearable?
[ new message sent to husband ㅤꨄ︎ ]
oh my god.
i could literally strangle you right now!!!!!!!!
look at this!!!
[ 1 new image sent to husband ㅤꨄ︎ ]
you’ve never sent a nude to your man out of pure anger before, but here you were; knees nearly stretched stretched to your shoulders while you held your phone out to take a pic of your soaked, panty clad pussy. the lavender colored fabric was now more of a dark purple thanks to obscene amount of slick dripping from your cunt.
with a whimper, you pressed two fingers rather roughly against your covered, clit. your body tensed, a surge of pleasure shooting down your back.
it was ridiculous at how quickly you became aroused, and usually, toji would be on his stomach first thing, nose pressed against your clit all while his skilled tongue caressed your entrance—but today for the first time since you met him, he wasn’t there.
you only suffered through three heats by yourself since you began having them, and right now, you couldn’t even remember how you were able to get through them alone.
buzz! buzz! buzz!
your breath hitched at the sound of your phone vibrating, and when you peaked over to see who it was, it was none other than the man of the hour; toji.
with a growl, you snatched your phone up and answered the call, angrily pressing the speaker button afterwards.
“you motherfuck—”
“i know! i know, i know, i knowwww—i’m an ass, and the worst husband in the world i’m so sorry, baby.”
your nostrils flared in a sigh, the furrow between your brows deepening, “why are you at work right now? what could’ve possibly been so important—more important than my heat?! the baby making?!”
you really didn’t mean to sound so bitchy—especially when you needed him, and his stupid dick more than oxygen right now, but whew!
angry wasn’t even the word.
“when are you gonna be homeeee? i’m this close to touching myself, and you know how i feel about that.”
you could hear him sigh on the other end, followed by some low curses.
“look, i know you’re really upset, and you have every right to be, but there was a situation involving a high end client that i had to take care of. they were threatening to pull the project, and that’s the last thing we need right now—especially if you’re gonna be having a baby this year . .”
and just like that, your brows drifted back into place, and the scowl on your lips was replaced with a thin line.
“you know i wouldn’t have left you there alone if it wasn’t important, sugar. fortunately for you though, we just finished up so i’ll be home within the hour.”
your teeth caught onto your bottom lip, fluffy tail twitching in excitement. before you could even realize what you were doing, your hand was trailing between your thighs, and resting on the mound of your pussy.
he always had his most attractive voice on when he apologized to you. you didn’t know if it was purposeful or not, but right now you didn’t care to know—all you knew was that it was turning you on more than it should’ve, and those images you had of yourself throttling his thick neck in anger soon turned into a fantasy.
“you’re not too mad at me, are you? i’ve missed you like crazy since i left . . . although, i did enjoy that little picture you sent.”
the small chuckle you heard on the other end had your cunt clenching around nothing almost painfully.
your brain was so muddled from horniness, you quite literally forgot the nude you sent to him out of pure irritation that quickly.
“mmcht. it wasn’t meant to arouse you, it was meant to show you how angry i am!”
“well anger has never looked so good on you before. have you taken them off yet? i know you hate the feeling of the fabric against her when she’s too wet.”
your breath hitched, trembling fingers bunching up the soft garment. irritatingly enough, he was right—you hated the feeling of sitting in slicked up panties for too long. it was a sensory overload, and not the kind that you were into.
with a huff, you were yanking them down, and kicking them to the side. “i just took ‘em off. now what’s your eta? it’s really starting to—ngh, h-hurt.”
your voice was calm, and laced with faux irritation, but it was slowly crumbling away the more your husband talked to you in that soft, low tone.
“m’on the highway now . . shouldn’t take no more than forty five minutes, maybe an hour tops if it rains. just remember to stay levelheaded, and not get frustrated with yourself, yes? your body is probably used to me helping you out, so you might not get that feeling you’re looking for by yourself.”
he was right yet again.
every brush of your fingers against your puffy clit felt like nothing but numbness compared to toji’s. you delved your fingers lower, circling them over your dripping hole to collect more wetness, and brought them back up. your clit throbbed from the light pressure you applied.
“i don’t know if i’ll survive an hour . . stay on the phone with me? please? i promise i won’t distract you from driving.”
there was some shuffling on the other end, and then he spoke low, n’ sweet—
“of course, bunny.”
a half hour later, and the thin shirt you were wearing was long discarded, hanging haphazardly off the side of the bed. you a had a pillow, tojis pillow, lodged between your thick thighs, and pathetic wasn’t even the word to describe the scene of you humping the soft cotton.
the phone sitting between your shoulder was slowly becoming slick with sweat from how quickly you were rocking your hips, and if it weren’t for tojis encouraging words going directly into your ear, you surely would’ve collapsed in a pile of defeat and tears.
“g-god, it’s not working babe! i need you here—here with me,” your words were a bit slurred, and laced with pure want.
all the sounds that left your pouted lips went straight to tojis dick, making it almost impossible for him to stay levelheaded. he needed to though—for you.
he could hear your frustration. the wavering in your voice as your fucked out brain tried to form a sentence for him.
he had to keep you calm for just a bit longer.
“jus’ go slow, baby. try to circle your hips like you do on my dick, yeah?”
you let out a high pitched whine, and slammed your phone down on the bed before pressing the speaker button. your clit felt raw against the soft material of the pillow, too spent from chasing a high that was just a few steps out of your reach.
streaks of your essence were . . . well, they were just about everywhere. a couple were at the top of the bed where you unsuccessfully tried to finger yourself, and then a few more scattered around from you basically humping the bed like that would do you any good. it was actually toji’s idea for you to use his pillow since your muddled lil brain didn’t think of it first.
“you’re doin’ so good, bunny . . m’so sorry i’m not there—but hey! you wanna know something?”
“h-hm?”
“i’m so fuckin’ hard for you right now. i promise when i get home i’m gonna put those pretty legs up n’ fuc—ahem, make love to you for hours on end. by this time next week, you’ll be pregnant. i’m sure of it.”
his words had desperate tears springing to your eyes, and streaming down your cheeks. never have you once cried from being deprived of some dick, yet here you were—borderline sobbing because toji wasn’t there to fill your guts.
it was becoming too much.
your hips jerked against the pillow rather roughly, and then . . that oh so familiar electric feeling surged throughout your body, making you collapse into the sheets, heaving and whimpering to catch your breath.
your floppy ears twitched, curling in on themselves from the overwhelming sensitivity you were feeling.
toji heard everything, of course. oh, how he wishes he could’ve seen the look on your face.
“heh, did you just cum?”
there it m was. that teasing, taunting like voice he used to make you feel smaller than you already were. his tone was soft, but there was a slight edge to it that always had your brain turning to mush.
you thought back to the time he first used it—back when you still lived in your entirely too small studio apartment, and he stayed in a dingy one bedroom above the restaurant he used to work at before he got into building houses.
you were at his place, perched in his lap with your arms wrapped around his thick neck that adorned a thin, gold chain you had gifted him, all while your tongues danced with one another.
at the time, it was rare you got to see your man with you working two jobs, and him constantly finding some kinda side hustle—so whenever you did see each other, you couldn’t keep your hands off one another.
he was hard . . hot underneath you, and was twitching like crazy making your pussy tingle in ways you didn’t even know were possible.
but what drove you over the edge were his kisses.
they were always hungry n’ full of want, stealing your breath away each time, and because he was such a greedy man, he rarely let you come up for air unless you made enough noises.
one tongue suckle, and a tender scratch behind your caramel colored ear had you whining into his mouth, your ears sticking straight up as your lower half humped rapidly into his.
“heh, so you like your ears scratched, huh? that’s real cute, bunny.”
it was the first time he called you bunny, and the first time he ever spoke to you in that tone. it made you feel embarrassed . . aroused . . restless.
safe to say, you stuck true to your nature that night, and rode him like that madwoman he made you, your lips not once leaving his even if the breathlessness burned your lungs.
“hello? bunny? where did my girl go, hm?”
and then you were brought back to reality. the ringing in your ears was no more, and black dots no longer clouded your vision—although the intense surges of need you felt in your cunt from your heat never lessened.
your lower half twitched forward, swollen clit smushing against the sticky pillow case with a wet clicking noise.
“bunny?”
“i’m here, sweetness,” you sighed, nuzzling your damp forehead into the mattress. “and i’m ready for you, so please hurry.”
and with that, you were hanging up, and swiping your phone to the side with a grunt.
feral would be the correct word to describe you right now. you felt tense . . out of body—you needed your fucking husband! your human mate, the future father to your children—the only person who could bring you down from this crazed state.
his voice wasn’t enough.
you needed to smell him . . taste him . . sink your teeth into his skin for whatever reason.
it’s been about forty five minutes now, and you could only imagine the look on your husbands face when he walks in and sees the state of his, usually composed, wife.
just as toji pulled in front of the cottage, it began to rain like all hell. random droplets soon turned into a downpour, but that didn’t stop him from bolting full speed to the front door. he nearly busted his ass while kicking off his work boots, but he managed to get inside all in one piece, with no mud trailing behind.
you loved nature, and all it had to offer, but you without a doubt drew the line at mud being brought into your home.
he couldn’t help but wonder if that hatred would dial down once your little one comes into the world.
he blinked three times, and looked around. it was pitch black all around, but he could hear the presence of another in the house—you.
creak . . creak . . creak . . .
the unmistakable sound of your shared king size bed scraping against the hardwood floor had his nostrils flaring. a familiar warmth trickled down his lower belly, and to the tip of his cock, the thick muscle now straining against his jeans.
“my poor bunny,” he hummed, slowly making his way up the stairs. his ears perked up at the salivating noises he heard coming from the bedroom, and although his heart was heavy that you were even brought to such a state, he secretly couldn’t wait to see it.
upon entering the bedroom, toji honestly could’ve fell to his knees, and started crying.
there lay his wife—his sweet, beautiful, bunny of a wife, with not one, but two of his shirts pulled close to you doing unspeakable, disgusting things that would surely leave your cheeks burning if he ever decided to bring it up—he will.
one of the shirts, a plain, black compression shirt that he usually wore on his early morning runs was squished between your trembling thighs, meanwhile the other . . a sleep shirt he wore frequently was covering your nose n’ everything below it.
he couldn’t tell, but you were actually sucking on the shirt—you weren’t sure why . . maybe a comfort thing? it just felt right.
toji took a step forward, a small creaking sound following, and that’s what pulled you out of your daze.
he heard you take a deep inhale, and when you sat up with his shirt dangling from your teeth, he felt his heart swell. you wanted to say something—anything, but all you could mutter out was a weak—
“h-hey?”
toji tongued the inside of his cheek, his eyebrows settling back into place. “c’mere.”
just as he took three long strides forward, you were practically pouncing off the bed, your bodies meeting in a rather rough embrace.
it was like two puzzle pieces perfectly coming together. the way your arms wrapped around his neck, and his hands cupping your backside to pull you upward like it was second nature.
the kiss was messy; a clash of tongue and teeth that left you breathless, and squirming against his form.
“god, i should rip your head off for leaving me like this you . . y-you . . a-ahh.”
your head tipped back onto your shoulder, puffy lips parting as toji lifted you higher to capture one of your nipples between his lips. with the way his nose smushed against your chest, he could barely breathe, but did he care?
the noisy grunts he made against your damp skin was the answer.
“got your . . y-your nerves leaving me here all by lonesome.” one of your hands fisted at the dark hairs at the nape of his neck, making him groan. “i’ve never had sooo much trouble orgasming before—ngh, it was torture, honey.”
toji released your nipple with a pop before lowering you back down, his lips pressing against yours feverishly.
“m’gonna make it up to you, bunny, i promise . . n’ i know exactly how i’m gonna do it.”
you didn’t bother to ask any questions, or even put the energy into forming one, you just let toji do what he did best.
treat you like his personal plaything in the most loving way possible.
“you wanna undress me, or get right to it?” he spoke lowly, setting you on the edge of the bed. when your knees collided with the mattress, your arms hooked themselves around his slim waist, pulling him closer.
“mm, undress yourself n’ lemme watch,” you mumbled into his hard stomach. he smelt of cinnamon, spice, and musk—a deadly combination for someone in a situation such as yourself.
his jacket was discarded first, and then the black long sleeve shirt that hugged his muscles perfectly. the second a sliver of skin was shown, you were mouthing at it, making him grin.
his abs that he didn’t try very hard to get clenched under your soft tongue. “watch closely now,” he chuckled, veiny hands settling on his belt buckle. he undid it slowly, gauging your every reaction with a predatory stare.
“o-oh!” your lips parted in a moan when he wrapped the belt along the back of your neck. the leather was cool against your scorching skin, and when he tugged justtt a little bit, your chin was pressing against the thick bulge in his jeans.
“let me have it, honey . . please.”
with a groan, toji released the belt, and cupped your cheeks in his rough palms. “as long as you keep on lookin’ at me like that, you can have anything you want from me, gorgeous.”
your eyes never once left his as you pulled his jeans down almost torturously slow. brown irises that were usually so soft n’ bright were eaten up by your blown out pupils, giving you that dazed, spacey look like an actual bunny.
“you’re so hard . . does it hurt?”
his breath hitched when you hooked two manicured fingers in the waistband of his gray briefs. “just a little—nothing compared to what you’ve been dealing with though, my strong girl.”
your nose ran along the veins that trailed into his briefs, and without an ounce of shame, you inhaled . . deeply.
toji’s musk was something you were more addicted to than anything on this earth. it was so uniquely him, and never failed to make your mouth water, even after all these years of being married.
“stop torturing yourself, n’ suck it, baby. shaking like a leaf down there.”
and he wasn’t lying—you were almost vibrating in excitement, but it was only in your nature to get your fill of his enticing scent.
with a quick tug, toji’s briefs were pulled down mid thigh, exposing his most mouth watering appendage.
toji was big . . like intimidatingly big. he had the kind of dick that would have literally anyone’s eyes bug out of their head. he was so long n’ thick, that it didn’t even stand up . . . no, no—it just sat hot and heavy on his muscly thigh with thick, shiny globs of pre dribbling from the tip. two thick, mean veins throbbed on the underside, and trailed all the way down his base where a coarse patch of jet black hair was. he didn’t like the clean shaven look, but he also didn’t like the unshaven look because in his opinion, it made him look rather beastly—he eventually found a happy medium that worked for the both of you, though.
the tip, pretty as ever, was a dark pink color that matched his full lips perfectly, but if he waited long enough, like now—it’d eventually turn into this deep mauve pinkish color. the underside beneath was terribly sensitive, and he constantly had to remind you that since it was your favorite spot to lick at.
“remember,” he spoke lowly, gripping your chin between two fingers, “this is all about you. whatever position, whatever pace . . anything you want, i’ll give it to you. jus’ make sure you don’t overdo it n’ pass out on me, okay?”
there was a slight humerus tone in his words, but his eyes were as serious as ever.
as silly as it sounded, you had a slighttt problem with not knowing your limits, but how could you when your husband had the stamina of a bull hybrid! it didn’t matter if he came twice or five times, his dick would still be hard, and ready to give you more cum if you were ready for it.
“i can’t make any promises, but i will try my absolute best,” you grinned up at him, already looking cockdrunk just from his scent.
“that’s my girl—hah, m-my good girl,” he hummed, patting over your messy curls as you gripped his cock gently.
your tongue poked out, carefully tracing around the bulbous tip before licking over his slit. it was salty, but because of his healthy diet, there was this slight sweetness that had you drooling.
before toji met you, he was surviving off of takeout from his job and instant ramen, but once you came into the picture, his eating habits became a top priority of yours—not because you wanted to change the he looked or make him feel bad, but because you wanted him to feel like his best, most healthiest self.
“you need more fiber in your diet, babe.”
“this ramen contains soooo much sodium, you’d be better off with me making it for you with some extra stuff added!”
“we live in a society where people are dying more n’ more often because they aren’t getting enough fiber! you need need fiber—you got any lentils in here or something?”
one would think this might be annoying, but it actually made toji’s heart swell that you cared so much for him.
and because of this diet change, he started feeling better mentally and physically! he sleeps better, is wayyyy less tired, less sluggish, and now you can actually swallow his cum instead of making that face like you did the first few times he nutted in your mouth.
“tastes really good . .” you muttered, pink tongue swiping over your bottom lip before fully wrapping your lips around the oozing tip.
“mm, yeah. been eating more fruit lately if you haven’t noticed.” his eyes flicked down to yours, and he could’ve busted right there just from how precious you looked beneath him. if he could have any image burned into his brain for eternity—it would be the sight of your glazed over eyes looking up at him like he handcrafted all the planets, and the stars by hand. “you’re so beautiful y’know that? prettiest little bunny that ever walked this earth.”
you hummed at the praise, removing the tip from your mouth to press wet, sloppy kisses up n’ down the length of him. “you gonna still think that even when i’m blown up like beach ball?”
while you thought your little joke was funny, toji could only snarl, and wrap a fist around your hair, pulling you back. “don’t talk like that . . even as a joke. i already know your body is gonna start lookin’ a bit different n’ i don’t want you to think for even a second that it would make me any less attracted to you. i love your body now, and i will love your pregnant body, and then the mommy body you will have afterwards just as much.”
woah . . .
you didn’t expect toji to say such sweet words, but they had your hormonal brain in a whirl. you didn’t know why, but him talking about your ‘mommy body’ made you want to cry.
just another reminder that this was all very much real and happening.
“don’t get all emotional on me now, baby.” his snarl was replaced by a soft smile, and the grip he once had on your hair was now nothing more than him just cupping the back of your head. “i didn’t mean to get all sappy . . just had to let you know that real quick, even though you should already know.”
“i do, honey, i do. you’re so sweet to me,” your voice was low, breathy, n’ seductive as ever as you pressed a tongue filled kiss to the spot below his tip. his cock twitched against your lips, smearing the tiniest bit of pre on the side of your jaw. “you’re gonna be such a good daddy.”
“fuck—and, you’re gonna be such a good fuckin’ momma. c’mere—”
in this moment toji didn’t much of a damn about his own pleasure. all he wanted to do was get wrapped up in you! he wanted to smell you, taste you, caress any part of your supple skin that he could get his hands on.
so to satiate both of your needs, in came one of his favorite positions; the sixty-nine position.
it was a favorite of his for many reasons, and at the top of that list was the mutual pleasure you both got from being able to give to the other at the same time.
toji was now completely undressed, back pressed against a mountain of pillows all while he held your hips in a firm grip. your weeping cunt was just inches from his lips, looking more enticing than ever all slicked up n’ puffy for him.
you are already working on his dick, kiss bitten lips slobbering all around the length while you tried to keep your gag reflex at bay.
“makin’ me feel so good down there, bunny,” he groaned, pressing a sweet kiss to your clit. when he pulled away, a line of your essence stuck to his bottom lip, keeping you connected. “come closer . . put that pussy on me.”
your hips lowered slightly, and you could practically feel toji’s smirk burning into your skin, until you finally felt the familiar pleasure of his tongue caressing your clit.
he was soft with it as always, because you hated when men used to lick your pussy too hard. you didn’t know there was such a thing as receiving some actual good head until toji became yours. maybe it was because he was a few years older, or maybe he just had the common sense, but there was a never time you had to fake an orgasm or a moan with him.
he took his time no matter where you were, or what time of day it was, because there was no sense in rushing something as sensual as eating pussy.
the only downside to him being so good at it, was that it made it so hard for you to concentrate on sucking him off!
when you pulled off of his cock with a lewd pop, he let out a long exhale, and relaxed more into the bed. the center of his tongue laved over your swollen button, alternating between moving left and right, and slow figure eights.
“gosh, honey,” you mewled, lips curling into an adorable pout. this . . this was the feeling that you had been waiting for ever since you woke up about two and a half hours ago, and although waiting for toji that long had you feeling less than ungodly, he was more than worth the wait.
toji mumbled something incoherent into the soft skin of your folds, and then brought a hand up to touch softly at your tail.
besides your ears, your tail was one of the most sensitive parts of you—a part only toji is allowed to even think about touching. the feeling of his skillful fingers running over the soft, white tufts of fur never failed to get you noisy.
“s-soft, honey, soft please . .” your head drooped forward, and your hips completely dropped, engulfing toji between your soaked thighs. “oh fuck, y-your nose!” you squealed, moving forward only for toji to pull you right back, his nose prodding at your entrance once more.
“keep still,” he growled into your pussy, pulling away only slightly to get some air. his lips smacked together noisily, making your cheeks heat up. “the more i make you cum, the more likely my cum will take when i finish inside you. now relax, n’ put me back in your mouth—don’t even gotta try to make me cum. just keep daddy warm.”
if you weren’t already in subspace before, you were surely submerged in it now thanks to that last sentence.
it was a name you didn’t use often, but when it was used, trust the night always ended in a blur for you.
“okay *huff* i-i can do that, daddy,” you parroted the name back to him, and took his cock back into your mouth, only stopping when he was halfway in. he was a mouthful, and you loved it. the dizzying feeling of all your senses being consumed by nothing, but him was nothing short of addictive.
“there you go,” he hissed, spreading your folds with both thumbs so he could spit right on your entrance. the clear glob of saliva mixed right in with your juices, and dribbled down the mound of your pussy. “good pussy,” he muttered before sucking your clit between his plush lips.
your hips had a mind of their own, alternating between swaying side to side, and moving back and forth so you could feel his nose graze your entrance.
“m’gonna cum, baby. i-i’m—hah!”
that ringing you heard earlier returned as your second orgasm of the night washed over in harsh waves. your hips jerked violently, but toji kept a firm grip on you, so he could continue eating with no interruptions. his tongue swirled over your abused button before cupping it, and suckling on it once more to milk your orgasm for all it was worth.
“oouu shit,” toji moaned into your cunt, his thighs flexing when you squeezed roughly at the tip of his cock. “gimme one more, n’ daddy’ll fuck you nice and sweet.”
he pressed a sloppy kiss to your clit, the scarred side of his lips quirking up when you jerked forward. “that sound good to you, bunny?”
you didn’t say anything, too far in your daze to even register his words. all that you knew was that you needed more. your eyes flicked down to toji’s neglected dick, and you almost whined at the sight.
he looked even bigger than usual, stretching nearly to be the size of your forearm. the tip had somehow gotten darker, and the mess that oozed from it only got bigger, smearing across his pale thigh.
it was honestly a wonder how he managed to bottom out every time you had sex.
back when it was your first time with him, you admitted out loud, and quite nervously that there was just no way he’d be able to make it fit. his response . . ?
“don’t worry. i’ll make it fit tonight, and all the days after that.”
and he did, but never once with an ounce of roughness, unless you asked for it.
smack! smack!
your chest arched into toji’s abdomen, a stinging sensation now traveling all across the expanse of your right ass cheek. “o-owww! what’d you do that for?” you glanced over your shoulder, lips wobbling into a pout.
toji smooched at the warm skin, his tongue lolling out to soothe the burning feeling. “because i asked you a question, and you didn’t respond . . needed to get your attention some way.”
before you could even respond, toji was licking a fat stripe up your pussy, his tongue circling over your entrance, and pushing in carefully.
a pleasurable furrow settled between your brows, “if you wanted my—my attention, all you had to do was speak up a littleeee—fuck me!”
“mmph—i’m gettin’ to it, mama.”
he was making out with your pussy as this point, and you were leaking like a faucet. creamy dribbles of your cum mixed with spit trailed down his jaw and neck, but the mess didn’t even bother him. it only encouraged him to keep going.
maybe this was a little mean of him, but toji was in a mood to tease you, and what better way to do that than mess with your most sensitive spot?
while he sucked your dewy folds between his shiny lips, two of his fingers circled over your tail before pressing down hard on the area above it. that pressure point right there was your weakness above all weakness, rendering you at his mercy entirely.
“o-oh my . . oh geez . .” your upper body slumped forward, making the lower half push more into toji’s eager tongue. his fingers continued to massage that area above your tail, easing up only slightly on the pressure so you wouldn’t become overstimulated too quickly.
all you could do was move your hips in synch with his tongue, your third orgasm of the night approaching faster than you anticipated.
toji backed away only an inch with a loud smacking sound, his tongue poking out to swipe over his lips and chin. “you’ve gone completely limp. you’re about to cum, aren’t you?”
your eye twitched when you felt the rough pads of his fingertips ghost over your folds, simply feeling up how wet and soft you were. you clenched around nothing, hips bucking forward in a silent plea for him to work you open with those same fingers.
“i can’t do nothin’ until you open that mouth, and use your words.”
smack!
the same hand that was once messing with your tail, came down on your ass hard with a loud swatting sound. “i know what you want . . you want these, right?” his fingers tapped gently at your clit, creating a wet, dewy noise.
“yes . . y-yes, daddy.”
“mm, don’t worry. i’m gonna give ‘em to you.”
he brought his fingers up to his lips, and wetted them up with his tongue—though it wasn’t really needed with how wet, and eager you were to have something stuff your needy cunt.
after being together for almost a decade, toji knew the ins and outs of your body so fucking well. even the little things such as which fingers you preferred most (his ring and middle fingers).
they always curled just right, knocking against that special spot deep inside of you that had you drooling—and when he added his thumb into the mix?? quickest way to get you squirting for him.
which was what he was trying to accomplish now, because why not?
he needed to get your insides nice n’ ready to take his seed, and he was willing to do it by any means possible—even if it meant making you shed a couple tears of overstimulation.
he could hear you sniffling into the sheets . . the way you nails clawed at them in pleasure. you wanted so desperately to move away just a little so you could catch your breath, but the arm toji had slung across your lower back kept you in place.
his fingers moved quick, but his thumb was slow—a talent that you didn’t even know was possible until you met him.
“m’gonna cum, babe, i can’tttt,” you sobbed into the sheets, cunt clenching around toji’s fingers so tight it almost slowed their movements.
“i can tell. looks like it’s gonna be a messy one, bunny.” his fingers pressed down harshly on your g-spot, and moved in slow circles before they continued to fuck back into you.
you were dripping everywhere.
down his wrist, on his chest, down the sides of your trembling thighs. the sounds your pussy was making were just as lewd. a suction-y, wet noise that increased as the seconds ticked by.
he wanted a taste. just a small suckle to your clit to clean it of the cream that covered it, but you were too far gone to have your orgasm stalled any longer.
your body jerked, pedicured feet kicking wildly against the bed, “i’m cummin’, daddy—please!”
at first it was a couple droplets . . then a steady stream . . and soon it turned into a full on fountain, covering toji’s chest and collarbone.
swiftly, he removed his fingers, and latched onto your pussy, his tongue swirling around the entirety of it as you rode out your high. his hands grabbed roughly at your waist, and dragged you up n’ down on his tongue. you, being the fucked out bunny you were, surrendered to him completely, and let him get his fill.
“oh my fuckin’ goodness,” you mewled out. another fresh batch of hot tears brimmed at your lash line, and embarrassingly enough, you could feel a line of drool trailing down your jaw.
“alright now,” toji chuckled, giving your clit one last suckle before releasing it with a lewd smack. “don’t need you passing out on me before we even get to the main event.”
he eventually got you on your back, your head now resting prettily on the same mountain of pillows he was once laying on. your thighs were draped over his, and he was basically hovering over you, giving you nowhere else to look besides in his eyes—or so he thought!
“hey . . cmon now. lemme see that pretty face—i need to see it,” he grinned, bringing a finger up to stroke at one of your ears that was currently covering your face.
“that was a lot, honey. you’ve never eaten me like that before n’ now i feel embarrassed.” your body grew hot remembering the sounds that flew past your lips not even five minutes ago.
“mmcht.”
one of your ears perked up, revealing your right eye. toji was still staring down at you, his lips pulled into a thin, unamused line. “you’re embarrassed because i was eating your pussy too good? that’s a new one. now lemme see the rest of your face, or i’ll leave you to handle this with your fingers.” the tip of his dick rubbed between your sopping folds, only pulling away once he saw that you were enjoying it too much.
you huffed, slowly lifting your ears completely so he could see you.
your eyes were a little red and puffy from crying, which was unfortunate because there would only be more tears to come. your lips were swollen . . a bit raw from chewing on them to keep yourself grounded to earth while he was giving you head.
“there she is . . . my pretty little wife. you ready for me, mama? ready for me to put a baby in this cute belly?” his hand ran over the pudge of your stomach, and then trailed up your chest to wrap around your throat. his hand wrapped around his cock, carefully circling the fat tip around your entrance to collect some of your slick.
you welcomed his touch, melting more into the pillows as the pouring rain outside lulled you more into sub space.
“m’ready for you, honey. been ready for days actually,” you grinned, wiggling your ear under his jaw to tickle him. “i love you.”
almost instantaneously, toji’s eyes softened. the hand that was wrapped around your neck, moved upward to cup your jaw. he kissed you slow n’ sensual, tongue licking over yours because you loved his nasty kisses.
when he pulled away, your lips chased after his absentmindedly, bringing a smirk to his lips. “i love you, bunny. wanna love you forever . .”
“and you will, you big oaf. this is it, this is all i’ll ever need.” emotions were starting to run high, and you both felt it. you could hear the way toji’s heart thudded against his ribcage at your words. not out of nervousness, but of pure love and adoration for the woman beneath him.
your mouths dropped open, synchronized and all as toji pushed the first inch of his cock past your opening. “ngh—who woulda’ thought i’d go from a broke fry cook to a husband who’s rich in more ways than one. heh, my parents would fuckin’ flip.”
when you cupped his cheeks, toji leaned down more until his forehead was grazing yours. his skin was still smooth from shaving that same morning, the smell of aftershave lingering into your nose.
“i’m sure your parents would be very pleased to see that their son started his own housing company, and family. don’t worry though . . they’re watching, and they’re gonna see what a good dad you’ll be. m’sure of it, sweetness—oh!”
in the midst of your sappy rant, toji took it upon himself to sheath the entirety of his cock inside you in one, swift thrust.
truth be told, toji was dangerously on the verge of tears, and he feared that allowing the salty droplets to fall on your cheeks would embarrass him greatly—even though you’ve scolded him many times about doing such a thing.
his lips were pressed firmly against your forehead, eyes squeezed shut so tight it almost hurt. “i won’t move, don’ worry. just feel me,” he mumbled into your skin, hiking one of your thighs over his slim waist.
oh, you felt him alright—all eight and a half inches.
he was so fucking hard, every protruding vein along the base thrumming against your gooey walls. his tip was nearly kissing your cervix, yet another thing you’d never experienced until you met him.
when you would hear your girlfriends, or even read in your romance novels about the women ‘feeling him in their stomachs’, you couldn’t help but scoff.
now you know exactly what the poor, but also very lucky women, meant.
toji filled your guts so much it made you dizzy sometimes, but he knew how to work your body well enough to not cause any actual pain.
a sore behind and thighs was as extreme as it got for you, and that’s how toji intended to keep it for the rest of his days.
“you feel me, baby? all that love i got for you?”
you sighed almost dreamily, your lashes fluttering rapidly. “i do, honey . . . feels r-really good.”
your words brought a smile to his lips. teasingly, he set his pointer and middle finger right on the top of your mound. he pretended they were a pair of legs, and moved them an inch further. “feel me right here?”
you gave him a smile that matched his own, already knowing the game he was playing. “a bit higher, honey.”
“hmm, right here?”
“higher.”
“oh? so, right here then?”
“higher.”
his fingers stopped just below your naval, where a barely visible bulge sat. “you’re just stroking my ego now, gorgeous, but—oh? what’s this . .”
suddenly, his palm pressed down, hard. out of instinct your foot kicked at his lower back, a whine now brewing in the back of your throat.
“thereeee it is. n’ you’re taking it so well—almost like you were made for me.” his nose brushed against yours, pulling you out of small daze you were in.
your hands flew beneath his underarms, and wrapped securely around his rippling back, pulling him as close as possible. his body was your shield at this point, covering you completely like the warmest of blankets. your fingers sprawled out, nails tickling his back n’ making him purr. not so much like a house cat, more like . . a panther. it was a deep noise that rumbled in his chest, bringing you more serenity than the rain pelting the roof.
“because i was made for you. haven’t i already told you that the universe brought us together for a reason? you know how it goes, baby—if my date would’ve never stood me up . .”
“then i would’ve never been able to make the prettiest bunny i ever saw my famous steak and shrimp bowl to cheer her up. i gotta say the one thing that tool did right was recommend you eat there . . wasn’t everyday a man saw a beauty like yourself.” he drew his hips back, then slowly pushed forward, his forehead gently smushing against yours. “i think about that day almost everyday, baby. the day my life—our lives changed forever.”
you had full intentions of having toji put you through the mattress the second he slipped inside you, but now all you wanted to do was go slow. make love like it was your last time seeing each other. so dramatic, but oh so good.
“that feel good? sounds like she’s enjoying it,” he chuckled, slithering his arm beneath your back to pull you closer. his strokes were slow, but precise, the curved end knocking against your deepest parts with ease.
“mhmmmm.”
“sounds real messy too. bet she’s creamin’ all over me.” the sounds your pussy made were deafening, but in the best way possible. each time pushed in, a loud squelching noise followed, and whenever he pulled out, the white, frothy ring of cream around the base became more prominent.
your nails dug into his back, red streaks lifting not too far behind. “she is, daddy—oh shit, shit, shit—!”
toji cut off your curses with a kiss, his hips stilling only a moment so he could circle them a few times. “fuck yeah she is.”
the poor, wooden headboard nearly split in half from how hard toji grabbed it, his thrust quickening only slightly. his balls felt so heavy with cum, and it didn’t help how petal soft your ass felt smacking against them.
he was already close to cumming. so fucking close.
and from the sounds of it, you weren’t too far behind either. an adorable symphony of moans and ‘ah ah ah’s!’ spilled loudly past your kiss bitten lips left and right, echoing throughout the master bedroom.
it was times like this when toji reallyyyy loved living out in nature, and away from the city. before, when you would have sex at your apartment or his, you were always so self conscious of the noises you made, even going as far as covering your mouth to prevent them from spilling out. it didn’t make things better when the one time you actually let loose, and let them out, you got a complaint from your next door neighbor the very next morning, which left you utterly embarrassed, and toji pissed off beyond words because how dare they try to silence his beloveds pretty noises.
don’t worry, though. during your final night there before moving, toji paid you a visit that involved lots of wine, and once you were tipsy enough, he fucked you against the wall so hard that when you left the next morning, that same neighbor couldn’t even bring themselves to make eye contact—let alone complain.
good fucking riddance, honestly.
things were different now. any loud noises you made in your personal moments were drowned out by nature, not to be heard by no one else, but the trees, wind, and curious deer.
“fuck m’gonna cum, daddy—i’m cumming, i—!” your words sat heavy on your tongue, almost like molasses.
toji’s arm removed itself from beneath you, and maneuvered back up, his hand wrapping itself securely around your throat. he squeezed harder, and then a little harder, until he felt your silken walls spasm around his cock.
“that’s right, bunny. get it out for me,” he growled, squeezing justtt a bit harder, nearly, but not entirely, cutting off your airway.
you loved that shit. having your breath taken away for just a mere few seconds before your orgasm hit, and then—
“tojiiii!”
everything went white, and your ears suddenly felt as if they had cotton stuffed in them from how muffled everything sounded. your body went completely limp, and that’s when toji released his grip on your neck, though you still found it hard to find your breath.
“shitttt, baby.” toji’s hand pushed up on your mound, exposing your clit more to the cool air. “keep cummin’ on that dick. please don’t stop,” he gasped, mossy green eyes zeroing in on the steady stream of cum that soaked his cock, and the sheets below.
“god, i think m’gonna—”
those words were like a trigger, bringing you back to reality for just a split second so you could wrap your legs tightly around his waist. because you were a bunny hybrid, it was just in your genes to have impressive leg strength. so when your legs locked around him, toji knew there was no breaking free.
“yes, yes, yes—god dammit!” toji’s hips stilled, abs clenching wildly over n’ over until a familiar warmth flooded your lower belly. you glanced up to peek at his face, and he looked . . well, he looked beautiful.
his eyes were squeezed shut, black lashes dusting over his pink, heated cheeks. the blissed out pout on his lips was almost adorable, and the way he scrunched his nose up almost reminded you of yourself.
“mmmm, fuck me. jesus . . you alright down there?” your husband panted, hesitantly cracking one eye open, and then the other. “you look spacey, mama. you need a break?”
he stroked tenderly at one of your ears, making your lashes flutter. the fur felt almost cottony between his fingers.
“no, i’m okay. in fact, we’re just getting started, sweetness,” you grinned, fingertips grazing over the risen, red streaks across his back. “don’t forget m’still in heat. i got the stamina of, like, a thousand bunnies right now.”
“ah, i actually forgot you were in heat for a second. usually we’d be turning the bed into splinters right now—instead we’re just makin’ love like a coupla’ saps.” carefully, he removed his hand from the headboard, and kneeled upright, now towering over over you.
his hands ran over the tops of your thighs before pushing them upward. “now that’s quite the sight,” he chuckled, low and teasing as he examined how utterly stuffed you looked.
your bunny cunt, all battered and puffy was soaked beyond belief with a mixture cum and spit—just the way toji liked.
“spit on it.”
toji glanced up, and there you were with the teeniest of smirks on your lips. the tips of your ears were slightly curled—a silent indicator that you were feeling rather playful or naughty.
he tongued at the inside of his cheek, “you nasty little . .”
his hips drew back an inch, an obnoxious wet noise echoing throughout the room. his cock was shiny from the white, translucent mixture you both created. it made his mouth water, a dollop of saliva pooling on the center of his tongue.
he puckered his lips, green eyes never once leaving yours as he let that saliva fall directly onto your exposed clit with a wet plap!
“that what you wanted, babe?”
“mhmmm. now make me cum again.”
and so he did . . a lot . . like a lot, a lot.
usually, you’d be passed out by now, or at least on the verge, but your heat gave you enough stamina to keep up with him.
he had you in missionary again, and then a mating press so he could you fuck faster, harder. you couldn’t believe this man actually had your knees touching your ears, all while his thighs smacked violently against the back of yours. that was when he came in you a second time, his cum coating your fluttering walls in milky ropes.
it was messy, dripping straight from your pussy, and down the pudge of your stomach. toji, thrived in the mess, his thumb running sloppy circles around your throbbing button to trigger another orgasm from you.
“oh my fuckin’ god . .” your words came out as a sob when you came, fat tears now falling down the sides of your face. “t-take it out, daddy—take it out!”
toji pulled out with a grunt, his lips curling into a handsome snarl. “there you fuckin’ go. look at that pussy cummin’ all pretty for me.” his tip slapped continuously against your sticky clit, dragging on your orgasm as long as possible.
finally, after what felt like hours, he was lowering your legs back down with a heavy sigh. “c’mon—grab onto me, mama.” he leaned down with a grin, damp, black hairs tickling your forehead.
you bit back a dopey smile, and wrapped your arms around his neck. “what if we waste some . . you know what.”
you were answered with a kiss. it was sloppy, and slow, almost making you forget what you even asked him in the first place.
toji sat back on his knees, keeping you hovered just a few inches above his dick. “there’s plenty more where there came from, and we got nine more days to go after this. i’ll bet you, you’ll be able pregnant with some twins by the time i’m done with you.”
twins.
a boy, and a girl—or bet yet, two girls.
toji would make an excellent girl dad. he was so patient, understanding, a good listener. all things you would want your little girls to want in a man.
“oh, that got you a little excited, huh?” he snickered, gently tapping on your twitching tail.
“is that a promise, honey? i just got the cutest little daydream of me, n’ two little girls who look like you, swiping your credit card all day.” you brushed your nose against his, biting back a giggle.
tojis eyes fluttered shut, his forehead drooping softly onto your collarbone. “nothing would make me happier. seriously.”
you weren’t sure what the next position was called, but toji basically lost all sense as he slung your knees over his forearms, and bounced you on his lap like a dog in a rut.
it was quick, sloppy, loud.
between your blissed out moans, toji’s overly loud groans, skin slapping on skin—the thunderstorm outside was now nothing more than a distant memory.
“you’re—you’re fucking me so good, ‘ji. i *huff* i can’t even think straight.” your nails dug into the straining muscles of his back for the second time that night, adding more red streaks on top of the others.
it hurt like a bitch, but toji thrived on the pain. it only encouraged him fuck you even harder.
“just. don’t. forget. to breathe,” he growled out, bouncing you on his cock with each word. “i swear . .” he muttered, lowering you down until he was fully sheathed between your gooey walls, “the way you feel right now is makin’ me wanna marry you all over again.”
you smiled, “yeah?”
“heh, yeah. maybe we should renew our vows soon, and remake our wedding night tape.” he whispered the last part into the skin of your neck, his tongue lolling out a second later to lick over the sweaty skin.
you clenched at the mention of your sex tape. it was the first of many, and was made to preserve that special night forever. not including breaks, the video was almost three hours long, and consisted of footage that showed both of you at your most feral.
you didn’t like to watch, or even mention it much—only because it made you blush like crazy, and toji loved to tease you for being bashful. the only time you will sit, and fully watch it through is on july seventeenth. your wedding anniversary.
“i don’t think we could ever recreate that. i came so hard that night, i thought i was going into the light,” you giggled, breathlessly and bashful making toji grin. his dark lashes fluttered when you cupped the back of his head, dark locs slightly damp beneath your fingertips. “but, i do agree that we should renew our vows one day. maybe on our babymoon!”
“you know it’s funny,” he paused, pink tongue darting out to run over his bottom lip, “satoru mentioned a babymoon earlier too . . said that when all the money comes through we should use it for that. it’s starting to sound more n’ more like a good idea.”
toji could see it now—the two of you in another country, preferably one that’s warm year round, and embracing each others company. you’d have a little bump by then, all round n’ cute, and because you were you, he knew you’d be using your belly as an accessory—something to match with your outfits, and make them even more cuter than they already were.
he’d make love to you every night, careful not to push you too hard or put any strain on your body—but ask nicely enough, and he may reconsider it.
“we could always go back to greece, or i know you’ve been wanting to go to thailand. d-does that sounds nice? i heard the water there is—mmm . . beautiful.” all while asking you these questions, he steadily began moving you up and down on his cock, making sure to bottom out each time.
you were so warm, he just couldn’t deal, and have you stray away for too long. that’s why he only pulled out a couple inches before hurriedly sliding back inside.
“you’re rambling, babe,” you let out a giggle that was interrupted by a moan, your head tilting back onto your shoulders.
“fuck, i know—i’m sorry.”
suddenly, your back was colliding with the mattress rather roughly, and toji’s body was serving as your shield once again, preventing you from looking at anything that wasn’t him.
his thrusts were quick, but deep, hips pulling back only briefly before dropping forward. “i love you—love you so much, bunny.”
“look, look—you tell that asshole that the timeframe to get all that shit done is simply impossible, and that we don’t do rush jobs no matter how much he offers. if he has anything else to say, he can leave me a voicemail that will not be listened to for the next two weeks. now don’t call me again unless someone has died on the site.”
“gotcha, boss. you two have a fun babymoon! tell the missus i said hello!”
the scarred side of toji’s lips lifted into a small, but grateful smile. “thank you, satoru. see ya when i get back.”
click!
after ending the call, toji made quick work to switch his phone off, not wanting any interruptions for the rest of the night. it was day three of your two week vacation in bali, and so far he’s only received two phones calls, which was two phone calls too many.
“was that satoru? is everything alright?” he heard you call from the bathroom, followed by some rustling noises.
he pushed off of the king sized bed, his head tilting to the side to crack his neck. “yeah, baby, jus’ some shit with work. nothing that can’t wait a few weeks, though.” when approaching the bathroom, he stopped at the entrance, his large form leaning against the door in an annoyingly attractive way. “you look pretty.”
“i’m naked, toji,” you giggled, reaching your arms out for him. he happily obliged, and closed the gap between your bodies—well, closed it as best as he could with a decent sized bump in the way.
his lips pressed against yours softly, “you gonna need some help putting that on?” he muttered, head tilting slightly toward the container of shea butter on the porcelain sink. the warm, muggy air had melted it just a little, making it the perfect consistency to apply with little trouble.
“you know i am . . especially on my back. maybe you could massage it a little as you go? . .” you ended your sentence with a bashful smile, the tips of yours ears curling slightly.
toji hummed, kissing your lips three times, each one longer than the last. “do you need to sit before we get started?”
“m’okay, honey.”
toji was careful, but firm as he rubbed the earthy scented shea butter over the expanse of your back. when he reached your shoulders, you let out a small groan, and leant forward using the sink to keep your balance.
“these two sure are getting heavy for me only being eighteen weeks,” you muttered, nose twitching cutely from the pressure being applied to the middle of your shoulder blades.
yes, you heard that correctly—two.
either the goddess of fertility heard your prayers the night you conceived them loud and clear, or toji just had magic sperm—something that he personally liked to believe.
toji grinned, scooping up more shea butter with two fingers. his naked chest pressed into your back, a searing heat traveling all along your tingling skin. ever so gently, he began to rub the butter all across your belly.
“your body just isn’t used to carrying all this precious cargo, mama. m’gonna try to help relieve you as much as i can though.” just as he finished speaking, his hands cupped underneath your belly, and pulled it up only slightly.
and then, you were met with intense relief.
you relaxed into toji’s chest, head tilting back until it was met with his beefy pectoral. “that feels nice . . . i need you to do this at least five times a day.” the laugh you let out was sweet, but tired.
you were ecstatic to be carrying twins—girl twins at that, but you couldn’t deny the slight strain that came with carrying them. your posture was slightly changing, causing some of the most irritant back pain you’ve ever experienced, and your feet were already starting to shift to the swole side. everything nowadays was just so dang sore.
there was nothing you would change about it, though.
all these sore muscles only meant more massages from toji, and it was so beautiful, and fascinating to see your belly change throughout the days that passed. according to your first time mommy book of many—your girls were currently the size of mangos, which you found utterly adorable each time you thought about it.
“i’ll do it as much as you need me to, beautiful,” murmured into the silk scarf wrapped around your hair. “just don’t go falling asleep on me.”
“can’t make any promises, honey . . unless you have any ideas on how to wake me up.”
his thick brow raised, thumbs now tracing medium sized circles into the sides of your stomach. “oh?”
your suggestive tone threw him off just a little. with all the new changes happening to your body, you haven’t been on the sexual side very much—which toji never minded, of course. it only just made him yearn more for you, and instead of jerking off that yearning feeling, he put it into taking care of you, and the two growing lives inside your womb.
he rubbed your sore feet whenever his hands weren’t busy with something else . . he created a mix of different herbs, and oil to put into your hair, and the fur of your ears since you couldn’t take your fish oil supplements . . and most recently, you were under a morning sickness spell that lasted way longer than just the morning, and toji was there behind you every time—rubbing your back, and brushing your teeth for you afterwards, because vomiting your guts out four to seven times a day was exhausting to say the least.
and those things only scratched the service of what he’s done. you couldn’t even begin to imagine how doting he’ll be once the babies were born.
moral of the story is, his acts of service never went unnoticed—especially right now when he looked so relaxed n’ handsome.
carefully, he set eased your stomach back down, mumbling an abundance of apologies into the crown of your head. “is there anything in particular you’d like to do, my love? it’s your vacation, and anything you want goes . . unless it’s, like jet skiing, or some shit,” he grinned, laying a wet kiss into the crook of your neck.
the conversation you were having didn’t stop toji from continuing to moisturize you. he scooped another handful of shea butter into his hand, and got on his knees, “turn please.”
you hummed out a small laugh, and turned around. “you’ve been so sweet to me lately. sweeter than you’ve ever been . .” your hand eased upward, placing itself on his dark locs. while he rubbed the shea butter into your petal soft legs and thighs, you scratched at his scalp, the grin you were sporting growing wider by the minute.
“and i’ll only keep getting sweeter the older we get.” he laid a sweet kiss on the inside of your thigh, leaving a tingling feeling in your cunt that you haven’t felt for quite a bit. “now what did you have in mind for us tonight?”
before you spoke, he was up again, softened hands cupping your enlarged breasts, “i’ll be extra gentle up here.”
he was careful, calculated, making sure not to run his thumbs over your tender nipples because they were now more sore than they weren’t. he couldn’t deny how divine your breasts had become. they were fuller, pretty, and sometimes they’d even leak a creamy white, yellowish substance.
‘can i try?’ always laid heavy on his tongue, but the six five man was more bashful about it than anything he’s ever experienced. plus, he never wanted you to think he was over-sexualizing you or your body with the greedy request.
and usually whenever he did this, you’d just relax, and melt into his touch . . maybe even doze off a little, but tonight something was different. tonight, you kinda wanted him to—
“you wanna put them in your mouth?”
it was almost comical the way he froze with your breasts still cupped securely. “what was that?”
“or maybe i could . . i could just . .”
when toji realized you were getting ready to kneel, he went into full husband mode, and held onto your hands to make it easier for you. “hey now—what’re you doin’ down there, baby? your knees are gonna start—hah . . h-hurting . . . n’ the babies . .” his words trailed off when he looked below.
floppy ears tickled the skin of his bare abdomen as you nuzzled your face into his crotch area, those big brown eyes of yours flicking up to his a second later. “my knees, and the babies are fine, sweetness. i just wan’ you.”
thankfully, there was a white, fluffy rug beneath you cushioning the extra weight—otherwise you would be saying something very different.
“i know my body, and my body is telling me to suck my husband off. you got a problem with that?”
your fingers tugged at the waistband of his pajama pants, and his breath hitched. “no . . n-no, ma’am.”
it’s been a while since you’ve given toji head, not that he pays much attention to it anyway. between work, doctors appointments, and making sure all your needs were met—he never had the time to dwell on such things.
this was a nice treat for him, though. he’s never felt more grateful.
“how’re you doing? i know things were getting a bit stressful before we left,” you whispered, tugging his pjs down with one, swift pull. he was half hard, and plumping up with each second that ticked by.
“m’doin’ good, mama. last coupla’ weeks were just a little bit more stressful than usual because—shitttt,” he groaned out, head tilting back slightly when you suckled the tip between your lips.
you let out a small ‘mhm?’ indicating that you wanted him to finish talking.
“i just—just wanted to get a whole bunch of s-stuff done, so i’m not up to my shoulders in shit when we get back.” his words were quiet, and rushed, like he was already fighting for his life to not bust—which he lowkey was . .
you pulled away, tongue laving out so you could lick over the length of him. his scent was intoxicating, itching that special part in your brain that only he could get to. it was so nice to finally get some of your libido back, and get lost in your man without any aches or lingering nausea.
“you need this break,” you murmured into his skin, lashes fluttering slightly, “m’so happy we get to relax with a care in the world out here—all four of us.”
his cock twitched at your words, a pearl of pre dribbling from the mauve colored tip. you caught it with your tongue, lips parting to take less than half of him in your mouth.
dark lashes fluttered shut, and his nostrils flared, “you really have no idea what it does to me when you talk like that. makes me feel all . . mm, w-weird inside.”
his words went straight to your pussy, a whimper bubbling in the back of your throat. he just kept on praising you, like listing your perfections were the only thoughts he was capable of conjuring. they only encouraged you further, and soon, his cock was more than halfway down your throat.
you didn’t want him to hold back, you wanted him to finish quickly—finally release all the pent up energy he didn’t even know he was harboring.
gluck! gluck! gluck!
his tip knocked against the back of your throat, and you took it with ease. all those weeks of him throat training you paid off to day the least.
“mmm, baby.”
toji leaned back only slightly, his hands blindly reaching for the doorframe to find some balance. “you’re gonna make me cum if you keep on sucking me like th—at. fuckkk me.” his hands slid up the frame, head tilting back down to you—only this time, his eyes were clenched shut. “please, bunny.”
he didn’t know if those words were a plea to stop, or keep going, but you kept on, hot tears now brimming at your lash line.
when your freshly manicured nails clawed at the backs of his thighs, he knew what you were wanting—even if his brain felt like it was nearly splitting in two.
his balls throbbed—god, this was gonna be a heavy load . . should he warn you? let you be surprised, and relish in the choking noises you make?
then he came, loud and trembly. his thighs clenched and unclenched under your grip, all while he painted your throat white in long, twitching spurts. you pulled back only slightly, so you wouldn’t choke, but toji had other plans, and thrusted forward making you gag.
“shit, i’m sorry. you’re jus’ really draining the fuck outta me.” his lips curled into a snarl, fingers tightening around the frame. “come on . . ease up.”
your eyes widened when you felt a slight tug on your ears, removing your lips entirely from his throbbing length. the last few dribbles of cum hit your puffy lips, and with a shaky hand, he we swiping at your chin to prevent any from dripping on your chest.
it’d be a shame if he soiled your chest right after you were freshly showered.
“that was *huff* a lot,” you breathed out, swiping your tongue over your lips. “tastes really good though . . i want more. please?”
you had your time to be in control, but now all you wanted was for your husband to dote on you, and make you orgasm to your hearts content.
so, that’s exactly what you had him do.
while your back was propped up on the fluffiest of pillows, toji was laid up between your thighs, kissing and suckling on the supple skin until your cunt was covered in a thin sheen of slick. only then did he finally indulge in you, slurping at your folds as if it was liquid gold.
he was soft with it as always, parting your lips with both thumbs before cupping your clit with his soft tongue.
you missed this . . this intimacy, and you didn’t even realize how much you really did miss it until he was making you cum with an obnoxious slurping noise, all while one of his hands caressed the top of your belly.
“and how was that?” he smirked, drunkenly tilting his head to the side with those low, dark eyes that always had you feeling smaller than you already were. “s’good thing i put this towel here. made a big fuckin’ mess.”
“honey don’ttttt!” your hands covered your face, and so did your ears, making toji’s smirk grow wider.
“weren’t you the one who was just begging for more of my cum a bit ago? yet, i’m the nasty one, huh?”
your thighs squeezed together at his teasing tone, “precisely.”
he eventually got you to reveal your face again at the mention of taking you from the side, and that’s how the rest of your evening was spent—with your back pressed firmly against his hot chest while he cautiously filled you with his length.
his bicep was your pillow, keeping you propped up just enough so you could turn your head, and kiss him whenever you needed it.
“feelin’ good for me, bunny? you sound so pretty.” his words were like purrs into your ear, sending shivers down your back. he propped your leg that was resting on his free arm a bit higher, just so he was able to rest his hand atop of your stomach. “i love you . .”
the tug at his hair from you had his teeth clenching together. “i love you mostest,” he heard you sigh out, those same fingers that were yanking at his soft strands of hair, now caressing his damp scalp.
“yeah, bunny? i think daddies got you beat, no? just listen to how messy i got you—”
fwop! fwop! fwop!
“that’s alllll love right there.”
“y-yeah it is. thank you, thank you—!” you cried out, thighs beginning to shake with each calculated thrust toji delivered. his balls slapped against your clit nastily, translucent webs of your cream keeping the two connected.
toji was mouthing softly at your shoulder when he noticed something . . interesting.
your nipples were leaking, the milky white substance dripping down your breasts and onto the sheets. you didn’t notice—clearly, your mind too focused on the nearing orgasm that brewed in your lower belly.
what he would give for just a taste.
suddenly, his thrusts slowed until he was fully sheathed inside of you, hot and throbbing.
“my love . . look at what’s happened.” he set your leg down with ease, then cupped your breast, his thumb running over one of the trails of milk.
he felt you tense up, and shushed your whines. “m’not makin’ fun, pretty girl, i promise. i actually wanna try some . . i-if you don’t mind, of course.”
fluffy ears grazed over his face as you craned your neck back to look at him, pupils fully dilated. he could feel your walls pulsing rabidly the more he massaged at your breast. “y-yeah? that would help me a bunch . . it’s always such a—mmm, h-hassle cleaning them up.”
that was all your man needed to hear to have you in his lap, cock nestled snugly between your gooey walls while he sucked at your nipples—although, he didn’t have to do much sucking. one brush of his tongue over the tender buds, and they were leaking like crazy, coating his tongue in the overly sweet liquid.
“hah, honey . .” you mewled, chest arching into his greedy tongue. all you were answered with was a lewd—
suck! suck! suck!
your hips had a mind of their own, moving in semi-fast paced circles as best as you could with your bump in the way. he was so. fucking. deep—bulbous tip brushing against your g-spot with each swish of your hips.
“m’gonna cum again—please don’t stop, ‘ji.”
oh, he wouldn’t stop even if the big man upstairs came down, rested his hand on his shoulder, and told him stop. nothing could pull his mouth from your dripping tits.
a particularly harsh suckle had your hips spasming, a loud moan ripping past your kiss swollen lips. toji continued to move your hips for you, small moans rumbling in his chest from how fucking tight your pussy was gripping his dick.
“o-okay now. ease up, love,” you parroted his own words back to him, supple hands cupping his jaw so you pull pry him away. when he unlatched, his jaw stayed parted, the sweet liquid dripping from the corners of his mouth, and into his heaving chest.
“you’re—you’re gonna have to let me do that again . . i’ve never tasted anything like that before, and fear i may be addicted now.” his grin was almost playful, but that look in his eyes told you he meant business.
soon after that, he was finishing inside you for the second time that night, filling your cunt to the brim with his thick seed. the warmth had your chest fluttering, and your mind going drowsy.
and then, you got to do something you haven’t done in what felt like ages—keep his dick warm for him. he knew you’d have to get up eventually, and take care of business, but there was no harm in waiting just a bit longer. especially when you looked so cute nuzzled his arms.
it was silent for a good while, the only sounds to be heard being the wind, and waves crashing against one another outside.
“i really like the name mina.”
“hm?”
“i said, i really like the name mina. very soft, pretty . . girly,” you giggled at the last part, heat blossoming in your cheeks. “i was thinking you could pick the other name—seeing that there’s two n’ all, yeah?”
toji blinked once, twice—
“yeah . . i-i guess your right. um, i do have one suggestion, but if you don’t like it, we can always scrap it—”
“toji.”
“yes?”
you lifted your head up, tired eyes locking with his. “i’m sure you’ve got a beautiful name picked out—now let’s hear it!” your hands ran comfortingly up and down his chest, until they finally stopped at his shoulders, giving them a tender squeeze. “c’mon now. don’t be shy.”
he blew a light raspberry, eyes darting to some random corner so he would’ve have to look into yours. “well . . i really the name emersyn . . maybe emmy for short. it means brave . . powerful . . diligent. all things her mother is.”
when he glanced back at you, your face was blank, immediately putting a pit in his stomach.
“heh, not very cute, and girly like yours is it? we obviously don’t have to choose that—”
“oh, you dummy!” you sniffled, nose twitching oh so cutely. “i’m not making that face because i hate it, i’m making that face because i love it, obviously.”
his thick brows raised high, that pit in his stomach disappearing quicker than it arrived. “oh! really? you really like it? enough to give it to the baby?”
“yes, honey,” you spoke softly, grasping both of his hands in yours so they could rest on your belly. “baby mina . . and baby emersyn. i freakin love it!”
suddenly, you felt a jostle in your stomach. not so much a kick, but a small, very noticeable flutter.
“you think they hear us talkin’ about them?” toji chuckled, his nose brushing over yours.
“if they’ve got ears like their momma, then absolutely.”
SYNOPSIS ⨾ no matter how vast his patience, you always manage to find the end of it. but suguru has the sweetest way of breaking a brat.
CONTAINS ⨾ ( 3.5k+ ) words of . . . nsfw, getō suguru x bratty!reader ( hyperfeminine & black coded ), curse-free au, set in modern japan ( may 2018 ), established relationship, size difference, soft dom / brat tamer sugu ( the duality of man lol ), mentions of cunnilingus & fingering, light slapping / clit slapping, folded missionary, tummy bulge, mating press, overstimulation, eventual creampie, use of pet names ( e.g. papa, baby, sweetness, princess, etc. ), explicit language, lowercase intended, minors shoo!
MY LOVE LETTER! ⸻ at long last, i’m posting my first suguru fic ever >.< my love, my muse, my gorgeous male wife!!! i think about this man relentlessly, and the best way to channel it is by pouring my heart into this nasty little piece of work for him (♡ˊ͈ ꒳ ˋ͈) this is only the beginning of many more getō fics to come! now please enjoy, and thank you so much for reading! ❤︎
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getō suguru’s universe begins and ends with his princess — his sole, decadent fixation. for him, breathing is simply a rhythm meant to keep him alive long enough to spoil you. he moves through the world guided by one sweet, all-consuming obsession: you.
his absolute conviction is that his entire existence was designed to anticipate and deliver your every need — like how he instinctively knows when your spirit yearns to be held, protected . . . or pleased.
there’s this warm gravity in the way he gathers you in his arms; all thick and firm and devastatingly strong. every peak of muscle is concealed beneath the loose, baggy knit of his oversized sweater as his forearms fold completely around your middle.
suguru catches onto all of it, tracking every unvoiced desire that passes through your mind — the way you want your pillowy lips kissed, your waist caressed, your ass grabbed and kneaded in his big, wide palms. it’s all confessed in how you adorably shift, wordlessly nuzzling further into the crevice of his solid chest. he smells of rich sandalwood, smoky traditional incense, and the dewdrops of light spring rain.
it’s an all-day, everyday luxury, being loved by a man who predicts your every want. whenever you ramble about needing a new piece for your wardrobe, he listens with a quiet, indulgent smile before grabbing his keys to start the car for the mall. the very second the quiet rumble of your stomach catches his attention, he’s already drifting into the kitchen, gathering ingredients to whip up a rich, creamy bowl of your favorite white pasta.
he’s the truest provider, down to the very marrow of his bones. even when — especially when — ovulation turns into a throbbing, unbearable ache, and you find yourself craving him more than you can possibly bear, he never fails to take perfect care of you.
suguru stretches you out, sliding in with the circumference of two thick fingers that move in a slow, sweetly maddening deliberation. the sensation builds until he dives and buries his pretty face between your plush thighs, suckling tenderly while you gasp out shakily strung syllables that are meant to shape his name.
but filling you up with sweetness only makes you reckless, turning your soft satisfaction into attitude, entitlement, appetite — until you completely forget where his indulgence ends and his authority begins.
that’s why, even with such a patient, nurturing heart, suguru can be so, so mean when he chooses to be. or perhaps, it’s just that you’re . . . too fucking brattish.
it’s an addictive cycle, the way you endlessly push your luck — becoming greedy with what he gives, cumming without permission, and breathlessly demanding more. he knows exactly when that lack of inhibition needs to be nipped in the bud, and he’s never afraid to resort to a little discipline. suguru loves to spoil you, but he thrives just as much on absolute control.
the second you get too pushy, you show him that he’s spoiled his princess far too much. it’s a rather advantageous mistake, because the sudden, smoky flash of deep indigo in his narrow eyes tells you he’s more than ready to remind you exactly who you belong to. his sweet affection shifts instantly into something darker, so thick and inescapable. he never raises his voice, no — he simply needs to apply the right amount of unyielding pressure:
and it comes in the form of a mean tug at the pretty spirals of your curls. his thick fingers entwine with the pattern, mercilessly tilting your head back to claim your mouth in a deep, bruising kiss, swapping spit until your defiance melts completely on your tongue.
“you're getting a little too bratty for your own good, sweetheart,” he hums against your swollen lips, tugging a little harder on the bunched root at the soft texture of your hair with one large hand, while the other moves up to meltingly squeeze your puffed, pouting cheeks.
to that, you whine, peering up at him from the helpless angle he’s got your head tilted in. your vision swims with nothing but him, imposing and broad like that of a dark-winged angel. you’re quick to try and refute him, tapered pearly-pink nails sinking desperately into the thick, dense meat of his biceps.
“mmph, shuguru! —am not!”
“you are.”
the heavy warmth of his palm meets your cheek in a firm, deliberate pat — a sudden reminder of who you belong to. it isn't meant to hurt, it never is, but it’s just enough to shock the breath right out of your lungs. a delicious pulse instantly rushes straight to your pooling cunt, leaving you with shifting thighs and an aching throb.
“just . . . listen to me.” he watches with a low, satisfied hum as your big, glimmering pupils instantly dilate from the impact, before his large thumb sweeps slowly over your skin to stroke the very cheek he just pawed.
“open up.” suguru claims you without warning, his mouth dropping back down to steep your lips in a deep, wet, melting lock. the slather of his pink muscle slides heavily between them, effortlessly parting you to pry out every ounce of your sweetness. he tongues you open and swallows your mindless sounds, absorbing every sugary, breathless whimper like this one kiss is his most prized indulgence.
when you finally break away in search of oxygen and he leans in to lick after you, a thin, glistening thread of spit lingers between your lips, stretching and snapping as he shifts his broad frame over yours.
suguru follows up with a deft, slow yank, peeling down your gossamer-thin, cotton-candy pink leggings; exposing the lush, supple curve of your round butt to the heavy warmth of his large palm. it connects with a resounding smack, one that brings about his serene, pearly grin, followed by a couple of firm, melting slaps directly over the wettening spot of your mesh, frill-adorned panties whenever you start to writhe too much for his liking.
“keep still for sugu. m’kay, princess?” he murmurs sweetly against your neck, keeping your clothed, needy clit entirely trapped beneath the relentless patter of the thick span of his splayed fingers. he lingers there for a torturous second, letting the friction build a warm, melting pool that completely soaks into your panties. every sweet tap of contact sends a sharp yet delicious ache straight to your core, holding you entirely captive until the exact moment he abandons all that remains of his faux restraint — he doesn’t like it when you call it that. though, you know he’ll end up devouring you regardless.
with an eager, breathless haste, he strips away the last of your barriers — the threaded seam of your creamy-pink camisole, your lacy little panties, his dense fall sweater — until not a thing remains. his irises, dark and orchid-purple, melt into a sweet softness as they drink in every rich, delectable bare curve of your warm brown skin. he scoops you into the comforting span of his steady hands, savoring how incredibly soft and perfectly molded you feel against him.
suguru dips low, lower, until the inky silk of his long black hair spills free from its loose half-bun; cascading over his broad shoulders as he bends his head to bury himself in the crook of your neck. the fine, glossy midnight strands drape down like a cool wave against your feverish skin, tickling mercilessly against the sensitive line of your exposed jugular.
he then languidly takes hold of himself, fingers gliding with every stroke to the base, groaning lowly at his own lazy touch. you let out a soft, appreciative mewl as you watch him. the heavy, teasing tap of the crown of his bobbing cock is dropped right over your pearly bud. warmth and slick spreads he rests the weighty underside upon your clit, even as it pulses for him.
“mm, you're so beautiful, baby . . . let papa look at you,” he gives you the calm flash of his slow, familiarly cattish smile, “i wanna take care of every little thing you need.”
with a final, bone-deep push, suguru delivers a sweeping thrust that melts right through you, driving all the way to your sticky hilt. he tilts his strong hips at just the right angle, plunging deeper into your squelching walls. a saccharine, breathless sound escapes you once he’s successfully filled every last inch of you with dick. stretched so nicely by the intrusion, you rake your precisely filed french tips down the cream-smooth expanse of his broad back.
he settles inside your warmth and rests perfectly still, cock throbbing softly while your trembling thighs bracket the tapered slope of his waist. his sharp violet eyes roll back at the delicious, fluttering squeeze you make around the girth of him.
“mm, s-suguruuu,” a syrupy plea drips from you, knowing he drinks up the sweet sound of your begging. “p—please move, papa . . . you promised you’d make me cum—”
“god, i spoil you too much.” a heavy, almost helpless sigh breaks out of him just before he surrenders completely to your successful pleading. he intended to discipline you, he truly did — but when you're underneath him like this, pussy wrapping around his cock so deliciously tight, staring up at him with expectant glossy eyes and milky-pink gloss-pouted lips, your breasts swaying as your chest heaves from the lingering burn of having to swallow every thick inch of him . . . getō can no longer help himself.
and so, he establishes a relentless rhythm that steals the breath straight from your lungs. every firm drive of his hips echoes densely throughout the atmosphere, like that of a warm heartbeat thump, thump, thumping hard enough to dissolve you entirely against the soft fibres of the cottony futon.
“oh, s-suguru, you're sooo — fucking big,” you coo against the strained cords of his neck, peering down through tear-blurred lashes to watch the thick, heavy shape of him moving so visibly against the pudge of your lower belly. “mmfuck, you feel so good, it's so much . . . l—look, papa, you’re making a mess of meee . . .”
an intoxicating shade of midnight floods his violet eyes, smogged into a blown-out haze of amethyst. tracking your tear-blurred gaze, getō doesn't only look — he reaches down with a heavy, calloused hand, pressing its warmth onto your skin until the width of it covers your stomach, his broad palm flattening right against the thick swell of his own intrusion moving beneath his fingers.
“fuck. fuck, baby . . .” suguru rasps, a gravelly vibration that rolls from the depths of his chest straight against the delicate clavicle of your collarbone. his fingers splay wide, mapping out the delicious way your skin stretches to accommodate him.
“look how deep I am inside you . . .” his thumb traces the distinct swell under your skin. “I can feel it — god, I can feel it. you’re taking every inch of me so well, sweetness . . .”
irregardless to his sugary words of praise, suguru is malicious in the way that he doesn’t allow you even a mere second to gather your breath before his hips tilt sharply, plunging into you with a new, utterly ruthless tempo. such a shoving grind has the swell of his twitching balls pressed completely flush at your helplessly tight pussy until he’s bottomed out against the dripping hole of your slit.
the sheer friction of him sliding all the way in makes your mind fracture into pure, sizzling white noise. his large hands move from your stomach to grip around the soft span your full thighs, bruisingly tight, pinning them right back against your chest to open you up even wider, forcing you into a position where you have no choice but to take him to the absolute hilt as he pounds you sore.
“you want me to fill you up? hmm, sweetness?” he murmurs, his voice a velvety, breathless growl that bleeds straight into your lips as his hair-dusted pelvis knocks against your sensitive bud. his fingers creep down to rub at it, quick and pressured just the way you like, and he revels in the sweet pitch of your feeble scream. “then stay just like this for me. don’t you dare run from it."
the heavy grind of his hips dissolves into a dizzying, frantic pace, the wet friction of your bodies meeting echoing ever so lewdly through the otherwise quiet room as the white quilt of his floor-mattress bunches up beneath you. getō’s chest heaves, his firm peaked nipples brushing the pebbling nerves of your own sensitive ones, breasts full and smushed against the solid wall of him; no matter how your body instinctively flinches from the intensity of the feeling.
he finds sanctuary in the soft slope of your neck, burying his face into the crook of it; inhaling the sweet, sweat-slick scent of your kiss-peppered skin. he can feel the impending pleasure wash over you — your writhing body gradually tensing to a tight, trembling coil beneath the sheet of his own weight.
“sugu—ah, s-suguru, i’m gonna . . !” you cry out, and the fractured wail shoots straight to his aching cock as he fucks you through the approaching high of it. you claw blindly at his broad shoulders, leaving shallow crescents in the smooth skin while your vision spots into a teetering suguru-shaped blur.
the rhythm grows unrefined as his thrusts turn heavier, sloppier, sliding with a slick, heavy nudge of his fat mauve tip to your tender cervix that completely overstimulates your senses. every wet, desperate push into your gushing cunt sparks a current of blinding electricity straight to the nerve-endings of your poor little cockdrunk brain.
your legs tremble uncontrollably where he’s got them pushed up as you drown in the splitting fullness of him. one more pound is enough. a broken, pitched wail is pulled straight from your lungs as your release finally hits — a sweet, crashing wave of a climax that ripples through every nerve of your strung body.
“mm—oh! ohhh, god, suguru,” a futile sob escapes you, your breath coming in shallow, desperate hitches; all as your sadist of a boyfriend eases his full, calculated weight down upon you. he keeps the flat of his palms pressed firmly against the backs of your thighs, ensuring your tautly folded legs remain secure at your buzzing-hot ears as you gaze up at the ethereal sight of him.
“gonna cum, princess,” he grits out a low, strained warning. you brace yourself for the splash of a thick load, eager for the warmth of his seed to claim you completely from the inside out; instead, amidst the blended haze of your orgasm and anticipation alike — suguru pulls out, drawing back enough to jerk his hard cock in an open palm, swirling hastily over the tip until thick ribbons of his cum spurt onto your soft breasts, trembling abdomen and spread thighs — everywhere except for the one place you wanted him.
“suguruuu . . .” you whine, tears threatening to spill over your damp lashline. “w—why’d you pull out?” your sniffle almost has him regret it. “wanted you to fill me up s-so bad . . ugh, you’re always so mean to me . . .” you continue to whimper, cry, ball up your fists to thwack against his chest, all of the above — all the while asking how he could be so, so, mean.
getō strokes himself casually, his eyes dark as he watches you tremble on the futon. “mean, huh?” he echoes in amusement. the audacious man kneeling before you can only bring himself to laugh. peering down through his long black hair, his voice drops to a velvety rasp.
“I was nice enough to let you cum.” he murmurs, stroking down his throbbing shaft before lining the head of his cock with your terribly empty hole. he groans at the sight of you, spread and dripping for him, all as he readies himself to push right back inside your welcoming embrace.
“maybe you’ll earn mine, sweet girl. only if you’re good this time.”
a breathless hiss escapes him the exact second he reunites with the sweet constriction of your walls; the snug intensity of your cunt hugging every pulsing inch of him without even the grace of a mere refractory period.
there’s absolutely no downtime to save either of you from your ebbing orgasms — not when suguru drags you right into another staggering round that leaves both of your bodies trembling uncontrollably. it's pure, mutual overstimulation from the very first sink he made back into you, and he was more than aware that every movement after would be unbearable.
his sculpted, porcelain body shudders violently against yours, his breath coming in ragged grunts into the soft, damp, curling edges of your woven hair. broken sounds draw from your lips, and his residual cum spattered onto your chest smears beneath your dainty hands as you knead your own boobs restlessly, head thrown back while you shake beneath him. suguru trembles with every thrust, rendered just as undone, because he knows damn well that neither one of you are bound to last any more than the next few seconds that follow.
“c—can’t . . nooo, sugu — i can’t t-take it,”
catching wind of you mewling his name so sweetly is what brings him to the absolute brink. getō, in all his entirety, goes completely rigid, the muscles in his broad back locking up like stone as he delivers one, two, three more deep, devastating thrusts that bottom out entirely against the seam of your sopping pussy, stretching you so beautifully that the airiest moan is pulled straight from the depths your lungs.
trapping you beneath the magnificent alabaster of his firm chest, his strong arms, his encompassing love, he pins your writhing hips hard against his own, binding you to him; all while the very universe narrows down to the sweet, awaited moment he finally groans your name aloud and spills over inside of you.
“hold it for me,” he gasps against your sweat-warmed skin, his voice a ruined, trembling whisper as his pulse drums erratically within the hollow canal his gauged ears. he catches hold of your face once more, wearily squeezing your cheeks between the large pads of his fingers as to press your lips into the perfect, sugar-pouted shape for him to kiss.
a low groan is pulled from him as his mouth slants over yours, grinding his hips deep and fucking you full of his warm, syrupy cum with every slick, desperate suck and lick made against your tongue.
"look at me, baby . . gave you what y’wanted — hnngh, t-take it all, right now . . .”
he said you’d have to be good — yet you know deep down in your heart that your desperate, messy whining didn't earn a single thing. you were completely, entirely bad for him. crying and twisting beneath his weight, begging to milk him until he gave into you. but the truth's as simple as the act of sex itself:
at the end of the day, no matter how spoiled you are or how hard he tries to punish you, your boyfriend simply can’t bring himself to deny his princess, his sweet baby — his spoiled, little brat.
is it okay to imagine on your fics even if im not black? im wasian😖😖😖
you do whatever you want to babe, i just like to make it known that my stories are written w/ black reader in mind always!! i try to make it as inclusive as possible for all to enjoy, n i feel like im pretty good w/ that, but i also try not to say things that wouldn’t pertain to black readers so my girlies know it’s for them
cw include: black fem!reader, she’s a little mean at first, masturbation, needy!sugu, messy kisses, pussyjob??, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, they break the bed, cumming inside, some dirty talk
it’s been three days.
three, excruciatingly long days since you last spoke to your boyfriend, suguru.
why? you couldn’t even remember, but what you did know was that it was a stupid, pointless argument that resulted in you giving him the silent treatment.
you didn’t intend for it to go on this long, but the way he was so unbothered by it had you fuming more than it should’ve. he entertained it at first—giving you the same silent treatment you greeted him with, but as the hours passed, he grew rather bored of the childish game.
so he just spoke to you like nothing was wrong, even if he didn’t get so much as a puff of air through the nose as a response.
it was day three, going on day four in just a few hours, and suguru could tell you were getting just as bored as he was of the silent treatment, but you were too far gone now to stop—even if you didn’t quite know what endgame you were going for.
currently, you were both in bed, eyes trained on the tv in front of you that was playing game of thrones.
suguru was sitting shirtless and pretty as ever, with his hair thrown sloppily into a claw clip, and his glasses sitting low in the bridge of his nose.
he would make commentary every once in a while, sometimes even going as far as looking over at you, and waiting for a response he knew he wasn’t gonna get—and each time it chipped away at the imaginary wall you had built up between your bodies.
“he’s probably gonna die because of that, but him saying ‘your brother or your lover?’ was cool as fuck. i hope they spare him, though. he’s one of your favorites, yeah?”
he glanced over at you, lips curling into a small smile.
you were latched onto one of the plush throw pillows with nothing but a big t-shirt covering your naked form. your attention appeared to be on the show, but truthfully, you were too distracted by a certain need to be paying any attention.
three days of silent treatment meant three days of zero physical touch—something that has never happened since suguru first became yours.
you knew he was waiting for you to give in—waiting for you to nuzzle up to him with fat tears in your eyes, and trembling lips just waiting to utter an apology.
“how long do you plan on keeping this little game up for? starting to hurt my feelings a little bit now,” he chuckled, resting a tatted hand on the center of his chest.
finally, you looked over at him from under your lashes, and let out a long, drawn out sigh.
you couldn’t deny how delicious he looked, even under the very dim light from his bedside lamp. still, you remained silent.
“really? nothing?”
more silence.
he was a little defeated, but never fear, he had a plan. a plan that would surely get you out of this bratty funk you were in.
his nostrils flared slightly in a sigh, but his smile never once faltered. “mm, okay then. m’gonna go wash my face real quick, so hang tight.”
and with that he was getting up, and exiting the room.
you whined quietly, your face flopping into the pillow as you kicked your feet in frustration. he hated your stubbornness, but trust that you hated it even more . . sometimes.
two minutes passed . . and then five . . and then ten—and you only grew more restless as the dreaded minutes ticked by.
and then you heard something. a sound you recognized all too well.
you couldn’t be sure though, so you sat up pin straight, your heart hammering rapidly against your ribcage. it wasn’t nervousness you were feeling—no, no. that tightening feeling you had in your lower belly would best be described as excitement.
a few seconds passed, and then you heard the sound again . . and again.
at this point it was very clear what was going on.
your touch starved boyfriend was trying to lure you, his even more touch starved lady, into his arms with that seven inch problem between his thick thighs.
and unfortunately it was working.
you cursed internally at yourself as the hardwood creaked beneath your pedicured feet louder than ever, but suguru’s breathy moans seemed to be drowning out the sound. it seemed like the closer you got, the more noisy and drawn out they became. very suspicious, and very weird.
finally, you reached the door to the bathroom, and if it wasn’t apparent what was going on in there before, it certainly was now.
you could hear everything.
every hitched breath, the way his hand worked ridiculously fast pumping at his dick, his whiningggg.
you could picture him now; backed up against the sink with his head tilted back, n’ his eyes squeezed shut in annoyance because he hated masturbating when he could be getting the real thing instead.
“fuck, ( ❤︎ ).”
a whine of your own bubbled in the back of your throat at the lewd mention of your name. he wanted it so bad, and you did too . . so what was really stopping you?
suguru didn’t even jump when the door opened, his body only slumping more into the sink. he looked so pretty with his baby hairs dusting over his pink cheeks, and his dick looked even prettier gripped between his tatted fingers. in his other hand was his phone, with none other than a video of you playing over on a loop.
he almost wanted to laugh when he looked over, and saw how ridiculous you looked just standing there and ogling with your arms glued to your side.
“you need something?” he huffed out, pink tongue swiping against bottom lip.
his lips.
oh, how you missed those soft lips of his.
when he was met with nothing but even more silence, his eyes narrowed at you. “you really gonna keep this shit up? wasn’t bothering me before, but now—”
you lips parted in a gasp when he yanked you over by your shirt, your front now pressing snugly against his bare one, “now it’s really starting to hurt my feelings.”
you couldn’t find it in you to look him in the eye, too embarrassed at how flustered you became. when his nose trailed over the apple of your cheek, you shuddered.
“do you enjoy hurting my feelings?” he muttered, tongue poking out to lick over the shell of your ear.
his ears perked up when he heard your breath hitch. the quiet noise had his cock twitching pathetically against his stomach.
“baby—”
suguru was interrupted by your lips smushing into his with a light whine. first, he was surprised, but as the initial shocked melted away, so did he! his body practically entangled with yours; one arm wrapping around your waist, while the other cradled your jaw carefully. his thigh wasted no time slotting between your own, pushing nice n’ snug against your panty clad cunt.
“please touch me,” he panted against your lips, eyebrows scrunching together in pure want,
when your lips detached, he had half a mind to chase after you, but after seeing your current task, he stayed put, his chest heaving up and down rapidly.
with one hand, you were shoving your panties down your legs—although it was quite the challenge with his thigh placed firmly between your legs. he enjoyed to watch you struggle a bit, but only because of how much of a brat you’ve been.
when your hand wrapped around his cock, and placed it between the plush of your thighs, he could’ve started crying right then and there.
“that’s soft,” he slurred out, eyes gone hooded at how nice you felt. his hips pushed forward only slightly, allowing the slicked base his cock to rub lewdly at your clit.
your lips turned into a deep frown—not because you weren’t enjoying it, but because you were trying so hard not to make a sound. so, you went back to kissing him, your hand haphazardly snatching the claw clip from his hair, and allowing his silky locs to fall over his shoulders.
“mm, baby,” he moaned into your mouth, his tongue lolling out so you could suck on it. he could feel the way your pussy dripped syrupy slick from the kiss, and it was driving him crazy.
he swallowed up the small moan you let out from him cupping the cusp of your ass, his hips drawing back before pushing forward once more.
you both stayed like that for a moment, getting so lost in the kiss that you didn’t even realize how sloppy suguru’s movements had actually become.
and then his tip caught onto your entrance.
“o-oh!”
the way your boyfriend looked at you was nothing short of how a predator looked at its prey. his pupils were completely blown out, not even showing a sliver of his familiar brown irises.
“oh, you liked that? you wanna fuck me, ( ❤︎ )? wanna—wanna use me up?” his hips pulled back n’ pushed forward a final time, his tip gently pushing past your slicked entrance.
his hands stayed glued to your ass, keeping you steady against him. “just say something—anything, and you can do whatever you want to me. i’d kiss your fuckin’ feet right now if you asked,” he groaned, pressing his slightly sweaty forehead against your own.
it was quiet for a few seconds, and just when he thought all hope was lost—
“put me through the bed, babe . . please.”
suguru, a normally composed and strong willed person was anything but after those words left your mouth. in fact he felt pretty inhuman as he carried you off to the room, and did exactly as you requested.
“yes, yes, yes, yes—fuck me, fuck me, fuck—” his words were laced with nothing but lust and pure yearning as he fucked you like a madman, and even then he still managed to remain soft with you.
he didn’t grip your body roughly, or slap any of the shea butter coated skin—instead he just caressed it, and maybe squeezed softly if he was feeling frisky. this gentle behavior unfortunately didn’t apply to his cock, and it was times like this when you kinda believed him when he would say it had a mind of its own.
he was fucking you like it was his last night on earth, like after you two were through, you’d fade into nothingness instead of falling asleep in his arms.
“god, i love you so much. i’m so sorry about the fight the other day—ngh! i’m an ass, a-and you were right. you’re always so right, my smart. fuckin’. girl.”
your back arched off the mattress as you came with a weak cry, your thighs trembling violently in overstimulation. suguru continued his mean strokes with a deadly look in his eyes—a look that made you think he was going to devour you whole.
“you forgive me yet? or do you need some more persuading—mm, fuck.” his head tilted back, hips circling as his cock nudged entirely too deep inside of you.
“o-oh fuck! i forgive you, baby, i forgive you! jus’ pull out a little okay?”
that was the first full sentence you’ve said to him in three days, and god did it have him ready to bust a nut.
with a groan, he slung your legs over his broad shoulders, and pulled out only justtt a little bit before beginning a steady rhythm. his body hunched over yours like a dog in a rut, and all you could do was relax, and let him melt into you.
“you like it when i fuck you like this? yeah? k-keep talking so i can fill you up,” he all but growled, his tongue now tracing over your kiss bitten bottom lip.
“y-yes . . feels so good, sugu.”
he winced when you pulled at his hair, his hips stuttering only a little before picking up speed again.
unbeknownst to you both—your poor bed was suffering greatly from his brutal thrusts just as much as you were, and after a few more, you finally heard a deafening crack!
the bed tipped over to the right, but did suguru care? girl . . . please.
“hah—i always hated those ugly bedposts anyway,” he breathily chuckled while scooping you up in his strong arms. he didn’t mean to be so rough when he pushed you up against the wall, but it didn’t even matter anyways because you liked the roughness of it all.
“mm, yeah they were pretty ugly weren’t they?” you giggled against his lips, full on cockdrunk at this point.
suguru smiled right along with you, his eyebrows pulling together in pleasure as his orgasm approached quicker and quicker.
the way he kissed you was boarder line suffocating. you couldn’t pull away for even a second to catch your breath, for his lips would chase after yours every single time.
“i can’t b-breathe you big brute,” you huffed, shoving the dark haired mans face in the crook of your neck.
he chuckled, tongue darting out to lick over the sweaty skin. “good. the only thing you should be breathing in is me. now cum with me.”
four mind numbing thrusts later, and you were both cumming together loud, and extremely whiny. suguru kept his face snug in your neck, his hips aggressively humping into yours.
your walls quivered around him, sending multiple signals to your brain that you were too spent, and in dire need of a break.
“shit, we broke the bed,” he sighed, his grip loosening on you only a bit. when you brought a hand up to scratch at his scalp, he made a purr like noise.
“guess its the couch for us tonight,” you laughed breathily, nosing at the side of his face so softly, he almost thought he was imagining things.
“just promise me one things,” his head removed itself from your neck, eyes locking immediately onto yours, “if you love—don’t ever do that shit again. i was playing it cool, but it was torture not speaking to you.”
the small pout on his lips did have you feeling extra guilty, so you agreed—but only if he promised to rub your back after this hehe.
thinkin’ about dry humping w/ jungkook *bites lip*
“no.”
“but—!”
“i said no, ( ❤︎ ).”
the sight of your wobbling lower lip had your boyfriend sighing, his heart nearly breaking in two . . nearly.
“that crying shit isn’t gonna work this timeeee,” he singsonged, boba shaped eyes now flicking back towards the sixty-five inch television in front of him. the controller he was holding clicked n’ vibrated with every flick of his ring clad thumbs against the joysticks. “girlfriends who are on punishment don’t get touched. you knew this.”
ugh.
heat rose to your cheeks as your body sank more into the new, expensive leather couch he bought for his apartment. “i already said i was sorry,” you muttered . . low and sad with a slight whine threaded into it.
jungkook huffed out a small laugh, his tongue gently swiping over his lip ring. “and i do appreciate the apology, but that still doesn’t change the fact that i’m still irked.”
“but, babyyy,” you sighed out, leaning over to drape your body over the side of his. your nose traced over the apple of his cheek, “you really still that mad over a little powdered sugar?”
sigh.
before he could respond, your hand was cupping the other side of his face, smushing him more into you. his skin felt incredibly soft, and a little dewy from his skincare.
the scent of peaches n’ sweet cream wafted into his nose. his lashes fluttered only slightly, “i-it’s deeper than that, and you know it. i told you to please not eat your funnel cake on the way home, and you did anyway, because you insisted you wouldn’t spill—but then what happened?”
it was silent at first, and then he suddenly felt your body deflate. you were melting into him, and with a sniffle you spoke lowly, “i had a spill.”
‘a spill’ was an understatement.
there was powdered sugar everywhere. from small specks to medium sized piles—the pale colored dust covered almost the entire half of the passenger side.
when it happened, jungkook didn’t yell, but he didn’t look too much at you either—especially as he had you stand to the side while he vacuumed it out at some random gas station. you felt bad, of course. like, really bad, and apologized the entire way to his apartment with tears in your eyes because you genuinely didn’t think you would’ve spilled the sweet treat only seconds after saying you wouldn’t.
jungkook knew your apologies were genuine, and he accepted them with no problem by reassuring you with sweet kisses that you were forgiven. and from then on, you thought all was well . . until that same night at three something in morning.
when you grew needy in your sleep, you backed your plush bottom into his lower half in hopes of some relief—you were forced still by him pulling you tightly into his chest with a strong arm.
“no touching until i say,” was all he muttered into your ear, voice raspy n’ laced with sleep.
that was over a day ago, and your boyfriend still wasn’t budging. there was a lesson in all this, and that lesson was that you needed to listen more, and have a little more patience. something you lacked greatly when it came to certain things.
he would be lying though if he said these past 24 hours haven’t been difficult.
it was so hard to not let his hands wander whenever you randomly wrapped your arms around him for a hug, and it was even harder trying to not deepen your kisses.
but then he would think back to when he was bent over for a good twenty minutes, vacuuming and grumbling about his back was hurting all because you couldn’t stand to wait a half hour get into your funnel cake.
“kook . .” you mumbled, running your hand over his cushiony pecs. “don’ be like this . . i don’t like it. let me make it up to you.”
your words went right in his ear, and straight to his dick. just his fucking luck.
jungkook was weak for you in every way possible, and because of that, you didn’t get punishments like these very often. he was so quick to fold with just a bat of your eyes, and some sweet words. it was ridiculous!
that same irritation that he was grasping onto to prove his point was slowly slipping away, and was soon replaced with . . pity???
he actually felt bad that he was depriving you of his dick, even though it’s only been a little over a day. if his friends could see him now, they’d surely call him pussy whipped in the most derogatory way possible.
“you just—you just need to start listening to me, baby,” he sighed out, lashes fluttering closed when you kissed him unexpectedly. “i’m—mm, i’m serious.”
you pulled away only slightly, a thin line of spit keeping your lips connected. “i know you are, honey. n’ i’ll start, i promise. just keep kissing me? please?”
you didn’t care that he was in the middle of a game. and you certainly didn’t care about this little wall he tried to put between you both. all you wanted were his chapstick coated lips against yours.
“are you really gonna . . g-gonna start listening? please don’t tease me,” he sighed against your lips, a whine bubbling in his throat when your tongue swiped against his lower lip.
using your sweetest voice, you nodded with a small smile curling at your lips. “yes, baby. i promise.”
sometime later . . .
“oh, baby.”
“mm, kook.”
the couch creaked underneath the both of you, and the squeaky sound of leather was nothing more than a distant thought as you group your panty clad cunt against your man.
his sweats were pulled down mid-thigh leaving his bottom half in nothing but a pair of gray calvin kleins. they were definitely darker from the amount of slick dripping from your pussy, and with each hump against him, a wet shlick shlick sound echoed throughout the now quiet living room.
the game he was playing before was longgg forgotten by now, and he was sure his friends were probably cursing him out for ditching them—but the second you brought his hand down to cup your pussy? baby boy just about melted on the spot.
“god, this feels s’good,” jungkook slurred against your puffy lips, rough hands grabbing harshly at the softness of your hips. “a-and you’re so wet—i’m so sorry, babe.”
“yeah *huff* you should be. leavin’ me all needy like that,” you whimpered out, kissing your way down his jaw and to his sweaty neck.
he smelt so good.
like his natural musk mixed with the spicy scent of his cologne. you couldn’t help but loll your tongue out, and lick a thick stripe up the column of his throat allll the way to the sensitive spot below his ear. this sent a shiver down his back, and earned you a rough squeeze on the back of your neck.
“i-i know. mianhaeyo, pretty girl.”
he squeezed at your neck again, but this time it was much more gentle, much more tender.
god, he was so hard it was almost painful. he wanted to be inside you—oh, how he wanted to be enveloped in the soft warmth that was you.
but dry humping was a rare occurrence between the two of you nowadays. something that was only done when you both were just too needy to shed the layers of clothes that kept you apart. not to mention that it just felt more primal—hungrier.
the kisses were sloppier n’ wetter, and jungkooks hands wandered around you rougher than usual which was amazing. they went from your hair, to your neck, to the small of your back, and eventually, they’d make their way to your breasts.
“i want you . .”
“you have me,” you whispered into the whimpering mans ear, nibbling ever so slightly on the lobe. this earned you a particularly loud whine, followed by a wobbly—
“y-yeah?”
you let out a seductive hum, and licked at the shell of his ear. jungkook grabbed two handfuls of your ass, and pulled you down hard. he just kept you there for a moment, allowing you to feel the dull throb of his cock.
you gasped, and all he could do chuckle, too drunk on the feel of your wetness seeping through the cotton fabric of his briefs. “heh, you feel me?” he muttered, nudging his button nose against yours.
“i-i do, kook, i do.” your head was nodding eagerly, and then he captured your lips in yet another heated kiss full of tongue n’ spit. his tongue laved over yours hungrily, and with a deep groan, he was sucking the pink muscle between his lips.
by that point, jungkook was pushing his hips up, the thick base of his cock now pressing snugly between your dewy folds.
he was close. dangerously close.
and it was evident in the way he grabbed you, and the noises he made—like he was actually sheathed between your silken walls.
“i’m—i’m almost there. you almost t-there with me, baby?” he panted into your mouth, and you responded with a high pitched whine and a rapid nod. “good. now cum, so i can fuck you properly.”
your hands slammed against broad shoulders, and it was just your luck that he was wearing only a white tank top, allowing you to see the pretty swirls of ink that ran all the way from his arm to his chest.
one last rock of your hips against his had you tensing up with a blissful cry. jungkook tucked your head in the warmth of his neck, and held you in a tight embrace while you rode out your high. he wasn’t far behind you at all, his arms tightening around you as a warmth began to spread across the inside of his briefs.
for a few moments there was only silence besides your heavy breathing, and jungkooks quiet praises.
“did so good for me.”
“i love you so much.”
“just catch your breath, baby. i’m not going anywhere.”
all these sweet, gentle words and his soft touches were enough to almost lull you asleep—keyword, almost.
the only thing that kept you awake was the feeling of him still being hard beneath you. what can you say? you were a greedy little thing for your man and his stupidly good dick.
“babe . .” you muttered into his neck, manicured nails scratching at the hairs on his nape. “c‘mon let’s—let’s go again. i miss you.”
his laugh jostled you around a bit, making your lips push into a pout. “miss me? i’m right here, pretty girl. no need to miss me so much.”
“i miss your dick you big oaf—like, soooo much.”
a peck was laid on the sensitive spot beneath his ear, and then his chin, and then on the cool metal of his lip ring. “please take me. i promise i’ll be good . . let you do whatever you want with me.”
jungkook’s abs clenched at how your words just dripped off your tongue like honey—like a siren beckoning its next snack with it’s beautiful song.
and jungkook was more than willing to have you eat him alive.
his nose nudged against yours once more, a smirk overcoming his soft features. “yeah? anything i want?”
you def gotta cover jungkook’s mouth when you fuck him—otherwise it’ll be a whole lotta ah! ah! a-ah, babe! until you finally slap your hand over his mouf to shut him up!!
I’m here for my fellow Sokka lovers, your writing for him is fab. 😭
Please could I get the smuttiest of smuts for him. Maybe fem!reader and the entire gaang are all out on a mission and in tents for the night and reader is having a sneaky rendezvous with Sokka but he can’t his voice down..
I’m filthy sorry 🫡 xoxo
Okay ngl, I was a little excited to get this one but I'm not sure filthy it'll get since it's just a thirst.
Now, let it be known that neither of you is ashamed of your new relationship; it's simply very new, and you both still enjoy the giddy rush of sneaking around. Unfortunately, Sokka cannot keep quiet enough to save his life. Earlier in the day, it had been easy to keep it on the down low, as you and Sokka had always been close, always giggling with one another, and he calls you his little apprentice as you're always ready to help him out with his inventions. Nobody batted an eye when you sat too close, heads bowed together, whispering because that's how it always was.
Nighttime is when it gets harder to explain the need to be with each other, and you thought that Sokka understood that, yet here you are contemplating stuffing his mouth so that he'll stop running it. Everyone else had already turned in for the night, the tents scattered around the campsite but not too far apart in case of emergencies. So, if you both wanted to keep being sneaky, it's imperative that he shut the fuck up.
Yet, the minute you pushed him onto his back and tugged his pants down, he was a goner. The second your lips wrap around the flared head of his cock, a groan starts building from his chest, rumbling on the way up and bursting out of his mouth when you start to suck on the sensitive tip. Your eager tongue traces the slit, greedily lapping up the precum that oozes out of it. Gripping the base of his shaft makes him buck into your hand, grinding up into your mouth as your tongue traces the underside of his length, following the pattern of the vein that's pulsing steadily.
Your back arches the minute your nose meets the coarse tufts of hair at his groin, and Sokka moans high and reedy when you swallow around him. You threatened to stop in between bobs of your head, but he didn't take you seriously since you hollowed your cheeks on the way up immediately after. Somehow he took that as 'be louder,' so he did exactly that. And you pinching his thigh did nothing but make him cum all over your tongue and down your throat.
Okay, now he's cum once, so you think he'd be less shameless with his noises, right? Wrong.
Now he's got you on your back, his thick cock buried snug inside you, with your legs wrapped around his waist, urging him deeper than he already is. His cockhead threatening to kiss your cervix has your stifling your own noises by biting his shoulder. Sokka shudders, begging you to do it again and so you do, with each stroke that lights up your insides like a much you're keeping your noises to a minimum by littering those defined shoulders in teeth marks.
"fuck—fuck—fuck." Each curse is louder than the last because you keep involuntarily squeezing around him, pussy like a vice as he batters his cock against your sweet spot, the sponginess threatening to give way like a broken dam.
Your hand flies to his mouth because there's no mistaking the lilt in the words, the primal drawl that definitely gives away the fact that you two are up to something. His mouth opens in a silent plea, blue eyes dark as the furthest depths of the sea as he waits for you to realize what he's asking. His lashes flutter and his body sags when you shove two fingers in his mouth; he grunts around the now slick digits as his slightly sweaty hold on you tightens, hips rocking forward with renewed vigor. Now, he's temporarily silenced, but the slick sounds of skin slapping against skin is another thing because neither of you are trying to keep that quiet, not wanting to disrupt the pace that has you charging full speed ahead to nutting all over his dick.
Your fingers slip out, and before he can voice a complaint, you replace it with your tongue, and he's sighing deeply, licking into your mouth like a man starved. Neither of you hears the approaching footsteps as your hands fly to his hair and yank. He groans long and loud, his back nearly bowing as your tent rattles.
"Did you two fucking morons forget my tent is the closest to you?" Toph whisper-yells, bless her heart. You and Sokka share a wide-eyed look before you're covering each other's mouths to quiet the twin noises you both make as he slides out of you.
Toph's disbelieving "Holy shit!" lets you know that the sound of your lower halves separating was heard very clearly. "You two have five seconds and then I'm coming in!"
That spurred you into action as you you hurriedly flung on Sokka's shirt and righted your panties so they're not straining against the side of your folds anymore. Sokka only has time to throw a blanket over himself before the zipper separates and your best friend is stood there arms crossed, shit-eating grin on her face.
"So this is how I find out you're together?" She huffs playfully. "Thank the spirits I'm blind, though, because seeing you naked is NOT the part of the friendship I signed up for."
You and Sokka share a sheepish look, and then you're leaning over to kiss him just as Toph snatches your wrist to pull you up. "Oh, we are so talking about this; let's go!"
You're yanked out of the tent and tugged across the courtyard before toph speaks again. "Zuko, guess what?"
𝒮𝑌𝒩𝒪𝒫𝒮𝐼𝒮 ⨾ of all the wonders throughout the four nations, only your cool, gentle touch can quell the fire lord’s heat.
𝒞𝒪𝒩𝒯𝒜𝐼𝒩𝒮 ⨾ ( 8k+ ) words of . . . nsfw, husband!firelord!zuko x water-tribe!wife!reader ( blue eyes / brown skin ), canon divergent universe, established relationship, diplomatic marriage, size difference, temperature play, bondage, blindfold play, sense deprivation, edging, handjob, oral ( m!receiving ), reader is very playful ‘n whimsical, cowgirl position, brat taming ( zuzu’s a liiittle mean ), doggystyle, headlock, power play, creampie, slight fire-breathing, small mention breeding kink, use of pet names, explicit language, lowercase intended, minors shoo!
𝓂𝓎 𝓁ℴ𝓋ℯ 𝓁ℯ𝓉𝓉ℯ𝓇.ᐟ ❥ zuko zuko zuko . . . where do i begin! hubby came back bigger, beefier ‘n sexier than everrr <3 my everlasting crush on him has only grown >.< i just knew i had to eroticize him the very second i saw him cuz LORD! zuzu looks like he could fold you in half, pick it up & put it down in five minutes flat ( a girl can dream . . ) overall, i am ever so grateful for this atla resurgence! art credits here! thank you for reading, and please enjoy! ❤︎
𝐼𝒩𝒮𝑃𝒪 𝑇𝑅𝒜𝒞𝒦.ᐟ ( ♫ ) cold sweat, tinashe ⨾ skin, rihanna ⨾warmth, janet jackson ⨾ say yes, floetry ⨾ i like, kut klose ⨾ baby come close, MoKenStef ⨾ so fine, mint condition ⨾ prisoner, the weeknd ⨾ afterglow, flores
zuko is a man of flicker and flame, both singed and strengthened by the very element he rules. yet, the smoke in his lungs suddenly feels less like fire and more like the banded curl of molten iron.
poor, poor firelord. he’s usually all heat and motion, but this? oh, this is a drowning. it’s the gush of wet, lashing streams, and the heavy press of glacial frost. he is, for lack of a better word, trapped.
he should’ve known that you only wanted to toy with him. he’d felt the intent in the heavy air of your summons hours ago, should’ve known from the — of it; that he was brought here solely for your amusement, the lord of a mighty nation reduced to a plaything at your absolute liberty.
it all began when you first approached him that morning. he’d just emerged— well, more like escaped, from an endlessly grueling advisory meeting. a bundle of scrolls was gathered tightly in one large hand while the other palm dragged tiredly over his face.
that’s when you swept by him, as graceful as the water you bend. you attached yourself to his side, arms looping securely around his bicep. even through the heavy drape of his robes, his arm was impressively thick, deliciously solid. you pressed flush against him, acutely aware of the broad, dense muscle packed beneath crimson silk — all that raw strength hidden under royal finery.
zuko paused, his gaze dropping to meet yours beneath the shadowy fringe of his dark lashes. the faint curve of a rare smile reached his mouth, just as the tight ache in his shoulders melted away upon your touch. he shifted the scrolls to tuck his arm closer to yours, leaning heavily into the sweet, intoxicating draft of your perfume. more often than not, he’s completely yielding to you, letting your warmth drape over him.
“are you here to rescue me, or do you simply wish to distract the fire lord?” he murmured, his voice a low, resonant rumble. you catch the embedded sound of something almost playful.
“oh please, dear. why can’t it be both?” you merely hummed, melting into the furnace that is his solid frame. you loved traversing the palace’s endless halls just to catch sight of your regal husband. what a magnificent vision of royalty he was — adorned in deep mahogany and gold, all broad and powerful with a presence so commanding. your mirthful eyes devoured his sharp, handsome features, tracing the stark border of his crimson scar, framed by rich dark hair that cascaded past his shoulder plates, spilling in silky waves all the way down his back. god, you loved him entirely.
with a saccharine smile, you leaned up on your toes, pressing flush against the breadth of his chest while your soft lips grazed the sensitive shell of his good ear. "meet me in our bedchambers come nightfall," you cooed softly against his jaw, your voice dripping with sweet mischief while your fingers trailed down the rich silk of his sleeve.
"i have a special . . . surprise for you, but only if you're a good fire-lord and finish attending to your duties first."
zuko’s breath hitched, his arm tightening instinctively around your waist to keep you close. "a surprise?" he echoed, his voice dropping into a rough, low register that sent a thrill straight through you. "my love, I . . . you know I have a day's worth of scrolls to sign.”
"then I suggest you read quickly, my lord.” you try to slip away, but he holds you fast, his fastened palm a tether too tight to break from.
"wait — what do you have in store?" he murmured, a desperate curiosity bleeding into his low tone as his towering frame cast a shadow over yours; his mouth just barely grazing your own, catching the lifting tilt of your smile.
"just come, silly," you countered softly, pressing a sweetly addictive kiss to melt the corners of his stubborn frown. "you’ll find out soon enough." was your breathed whisper against his warm skin, letting the words ghost over his angled jaw. you gave his bicep one last, lingering squeeze before stepping back out of his embrace, dreamily drifting away down the sunlit hall.
behind you, zuko stood completely and utterly undone in the middle of the open corridor. the absolute master of fire, now left in a lovedrunk daze — his lips slightly parted, tinted with the residual paint of your favorite hue, while an involuntary flush bloomed rosy-pink across his pale cheeks. you deserted him there, a blushing king caught in the sweet wreckage of a simple kiss.
vitalized by your promise of a surprise and eager to reunite with you once more, he’d spent the next handful of hours tearing through his duties with a fierce determination. he signed the scrolls required of him, and scattered the ones that only proved to be a waste of his limited time; the rest he bound in delicate thread and sealed with hot, red wax.
before finally abandoning his desk, he bound half of his long dark hair away from his face. zuko stood hunched over the basin, meticulously scrubbing every trace of black ink from the ulnar sides of his palms. he wanted his hands perfectly clean, for he knew he’d be touching you tonight— and thoroughly.
. . .
a quiet tension blankets the northern palace, but still, you can hear your husband’s approach from the moment he crosses the threshold of the inner court. his heavy, looming footsteps echo down the polished red-lacquer corridors, drawing close, and closer, even closer; vibrating through the screen walls of your quarters until your chest thrums with the rhythm of his arrival.
zuko walks with an agonizing anticipation, one he can barely hide. every step is a losing battle against the dull ache beneath his imperial belt, a demanding throb that’s grown unbearable after hours of sitting rigid at his oakwood desk. it’s been pooling low in his abdomen since he encountered you that morning — a shameful lust he’d tried to fight off with every scroll he signed. through the thick fabric of his robes, his palm now subtly shifts over the heavy silk, desperately rubbing at his growing bulge.
inside the room, you're practically vibrating atop your embroidered stool, your heart hammering against your ribs as a manic energy buzzes beneath your skin. the soft rattle of the sliding track warns you that he’s here. with a sudden breath, you hastily force your posture to align into an image of serene normalcy just as the door slowly parts.
zuko steps fully into the room, the heavy wooden door sliding shut behind him, sealing the two of you in a sudden, suffocating quiet. thick, electric air blankets the bedchamber, dense with the weight of all your unsaid promises. zuko stands by the threshold, his chest rising and falling beneath his heavy imperial pauldrons.
you turn slightly on your carved rosewood stool, an eager gleam flashing in your vibrant eyes as your gaze rises to meet his in own the reflection of the bronze mirror — his golden eyes are lidded from the weight of the crown, darkened with a bone-deep exhaustion; yet they continue to burn with this fierce, ravenous hunger. in return, he catches the iridescent gleam in your own irises, bright as chilling polar ice.
a knowing smile touches your freshly painted lips, eager azure eyes catching the way zuko’s throat bobs as his line of vision trails down to your body. he knows exactly what you’re wearing beneath that lengthy, translucent cerulean night robe; or rather, the lack thereof. the sheer silk flows effortlessly over your curves, much like the cresting liquid waves of your frozen home. he finds it to be a refreshing distinction from the stifling heat of his world.
he’d touched the frosty surface of your shores almost two years ago, arriving by sovereign ship to the southwestern water tribe. you were a mere princess back then, watching enthusiastically from the shadows as he formally navigated talk of a peace pact with your mother and father, the chieftains of the west. you only knew of the fire-lord through word of mouth, but seeing him in person was ever so different.
from the very moment you laid eyes on him, zuko's stark contrast to your world — honeyed eyes, shockingly fair skin, rugged scar, and vivid red clothes, had you completely enraptured. his domineering, yet calm presence drew you in without effort. you adored the helpless way he would flush a deep red whenever you giggled and waved at him, entirely undoing his rigid, royal posture. nevertheless, your flirting persisted, despite his sheepish reactions and your father’s protective concerns.
one day, speaking up boldly from the back of an icy council room, you had ultimately proposed a much brighter solution for a unifying pact; a royal marriage.
much to his nation's surprise, the fire lord unexpectedly returned from those frozen lands with water-bending royalty in tow. after discovering your shared goals for your peoples, you and zuko chose to bridge your countries and cultures alike in holy matrimony. both your economies have flourished and cross-national peace has ensued ever since the royal coupling over half a year ago.
it’s been quite some time, but you still feel like newlyweds — and you surely consummate like ones.
even now, living deep within a crimson palace and married to the master of fire himself, you fill zuko with a reverent awe. he loves how you wear your ancestral blues and carry your culture with such a dignified pride.
an ethereal woman you are, daughter of the ocean who chose to bind herself to a man of the flame. and looking at you now, dolling yourself up at your luxury vanity, content within his palace you truly made feel like a home, he's desperate for even a drop from your sea.
your husband wordlessly, finally, draws near and closes the distance, enveloping you from behind in a sweltering embrace. his heavy, muscular arms are strewn effortlessly over your shoulders from where you sit. a soft smile blooms on your lips at his sudden presence, quiet giggles slipping past your mouth when he presses a warm, lingering kiss to your temple.
through the glass of the mirror, zuko catches your reflection. his gold eyes soften, completely drinking you in; from your sweet smile, your intricately dark woven hair, to your warm skin and those crystalline eyes that sparkle like rare sapphires . . . you are, without question, the most breathtaking woman he’s ever known. he nuzzles closer, cheek touching yours until there's no remainder of space left between you, both of your gazes locked onto the beautifully reflected image of husband and wife.
“said you had a surprise for me. is that right, my queen?” he coos against your jaw, though his arms tighten around you, all longing and possessive. you return an excited hum, eyes twinkling in the mirror.
“i certainly do! it’s in here . . . hm. well, somewhere,” you swivel towards the drawers of your rosewood vanity to rummage through cosmetic items he can’t even begin to name. he leans over to steal a peek, long dark hair swaying over his shoulder, but you catch him right in the act.
zuko looks ever so precious with his golden eyes blown wide, large hands thrown out in absolute surrender. you almost begin to feel bad; he watches you with such hunger, wholly unassuming of the cruel games you have planned — how hopelessly you’re going to tease him into submission until the break of dawn.
“no peeking, my lord!” you tease, a playful push against his bicep guiding him around. zuko complies with your touch and shuffles the other way, helpless against the subtle flutter of anticipation brewing low in his belly.
you turn back to your drawers and resume the search, rifling through perfume bottles and jewelry cushions of all sorts while your voice softens into sweet instruction.
“you’ll have to do something for me, zuko.”
“please, my sweet . . . haven’t I already done what’s required of me?” he audibly groans, a breathless plea as he fights the growing urge to steal a glance. a quiet laugh escapes you at the rare, unguarded youthfulness he only ever reveals in your presence. a tender ache swells in your chest at how he allows his entire guard to drop in your hands.
“those scrolls? please, my love. that’s what the nation requires of you,” you unceremoniously discard the contents of your drawer, sending a careless flurry of trinkets tumbling out into the open.
he swiftly dodges the chaotic rain of your belongings flying by. a jade hairclip cutting through the air, a heavy paddlebrush following close behind — and then, in a flash, the mesh slip of a red, translucent lace. a sudden memory hits him, forever seared into the deepest crook of his mind; him peeling that very pair off of you with his teeth just a fortnight ago . . .
“what i expect from my husband is quite a bit different.” you lean into the word with a certain pride, making zuko’s heart skip a fierce, joyous beat. a wave of devotion washes over him; he's more than proud to bear that title for you, proud to hold you as his treasured, although entirely demanding, wife.
you've always been a particular woman, one of specific tastes, and it’s a beautiful puzzle zuko delights in solving. there's a secret, intoxicating thrill he gets in meeting your standards — to provide your every need, protect your joy with his life, deliver exactly what you desire and know he got it right.
he hangs on the silence between you, feeling the sudden shift the moment your breath catches in a soft, triumphant 'ah-hah! '
“zuko, my dear . . .” you sweetly begin, rising from your seat and keeping the mysterious surprise safely tucked behind your back. the long, elegant sway of your regal sleeves drapes around you like that of curtains, hiding it all the more. he sways sideways, trying to peer past the silk and catch a glimpse, but you tilt playfully and dance along with him — a brief, silly game you cut short with a soft command:
“disrobe.”
his single right brow lifts, a playful ember dancing in his golden eyes as he observes in your expression. he finds no hesitation.
“you want me to . . . undress?”
“swiftly, please.”
a rich laugh vibrates in his chest, tickled by the sudden authority in your voice. ever your willing subject, he begins to shed every heavy layer piece by piece; unpeeling his garments and letting the royal finery pool around his feet one by one. intimacy with you isn't something zuko shrinks from, no — he craves it, a sweet but rare indulgence that comes only in stolen hours between the endless distractions of ruling a proud and zealous empire.
your eyes glisten, lingering on the display as he unburdens his shoulders. the heavy pads drop, then he unties and parts his thick robes. zuko sheds the weight of the crown until he stands in nothing but simple trousers and a loose, unfastened vest of deep garnet lined with a gold-spun trim. his biceps knot and flex as his fingers catch the hem to pull his arms out the sleeves, and that’s just when your hand reaches out to stop him.
“that’s more than enough. you’re doing good, zu. now, sit on the bed.” you take pleasure in his absolute obedience as he plops down at the edge of the frame, his weight sinking into the edge of the mattress. your voice drops to a teasing murmur as you deliver the final rule:
“close your eyes — and don’t you open them!”
trapped in the dark and blind to your movements, zuko relies entirely on the sounds bleeding into his good ear; the whispered rustle of your airy clothes, the quiet scuffle of your feet as you slip into his blind spot. then comes a touch — a cool, frictionless material of some sort loops around his wrists before the tension pulls tight, his pulse jumping against the fabric as you knot the tail-end to the wooden bedpost. satisfied, you wind the red silk around him, binding him entirely to your whim.
“okay, zuko. now you can look.”
fluttered lids part to reveal his golden gaze, peering down as the world comes back into focus. a breath hitches in his throat at the sight of the rich crimson binding him to the frame.
reflexively, he gives a sharp, disbelieving tug at the fabric, a stunned laugh slipping past his parted lips.
“what is this?” he breathes, his voice a bewildered rumble as he looks from the red silk up to you.
“remember my dress fitting the other day, love?”
“I, uh . . I believe so, yes?” zuko stammers, but his answer is more of a question within itself. a helpless flush stains his cheeks while his mind scrambles, wondering what on earth a simple fitting could possibly have to do with the trap of silk biting into his wrists.
for months, the bitter court officials had bled their grievances into the palace halls, viewing your constant wearing of blue as a slap to the throne, an insult to the nation itself. you've heard their whispers; that your water-tribe attire is simply loud rebellion, a stain on the fire lord’s court. to appease the crown, you gave them their compromises — wearing their scarlet silks to grand meetings and vibrant festivals, but your daily wear remained with the colors of your home.
when their nagging finally became too loud to ignore, you stepped into the fitting they had arranged, letting them attempt to mold you into a ‘ proper ’ fire-lady. under the cinch of their measuring tapes, you found a secret comfort knowing that zuko not only loved you, but worshipped the ground you walked on, irregardless of the threads on your back. if anything, he preferred the blue, captivated by your beautiful stubbornness they could never burn away.
“so, they had the most dazzling assortment of silks, just marvelous. i saw such a rich shade of red, it shimmered like rubies . . . anyway, it reminded me of you! and, well, it obviously gave me other ideas.”
a low, helpless chuckle rumbles in zuko's chest, his golden eyes crinkling with absolute adoration at your sudden rambling. even pinned to the bed frame, he's still entirely captive to the chaos of your charming thoughts, flattered to be the center of them.
“this,” he gestures towards his confines, his bicep tightening as he pulls experimentally against the silk, “is your idea?” a dark ember of amusement flares in his right eye, challenging your authority even as he willingly surrenders to it.
“patience, husband,” you coo, rising to your feet to close the distance between you. “you’ll see.” you bring a thin strip of the same colored silk up to his face, gently drawing it across his brow. the fleeting warmth of your sweet smile is the last thing he catches before all his vision is stolen away — plunging his senses into a blotted world of unintelligible red. trapped in the thick, crimson dark, he settles into his restraints with a quiet sigh.
. . .
that’s how the fire lord finds himself entirely bound — captured effortlessly by the one woman he would never, in his wildest dreams, desire to escape from.
around you, the grand bedchambers glow with traditional finery, bathed in shades of warm orange, pristine gold, and burning red. the drawn-open windows invite the moon’s silvered light to spill through flowing gossamer curtains, blessing your union of water and fire.
but the gentle peace of the night dissolves the moment you shatter the quiet.
still bound to the frame of your shared bed, zuko tests the limits of his confines, a low groan escaping him as he tugs at the fiery crimson ribbon. a restless prisoner, he is, playing into the torment of your game — for a time. he always indulges his darling wife, but only for now. minutes long since passed; several long, countless ones.
and the wait is finally managing to break him. he sits trembling on the edge of the mattress, staring up at you through a hazy, amber-yellow gaze; blindfold long since fallen, and his vest halfway discarded while it hangs over the round of one brawny shoulder. a teasing smile graces your lips as you lean in, catching his lifted chin with the delicate edge of your manicured finger to lock his eyes with yours.
your sweet excuse for trapping his wrists had been that his crowned duties have left him far too tense; and what he desperately needed was to dissolve into your cool touch, even if he didn’t know it himself. but as your fingers drifted from the edge of his chin to settle heavily in his lap, the promise of relaxation shifted into the purest form of torment. the clock has fractured into an unmerciful blur. was it twenty minutes? thirty, forty?
zuko loses all track and meaning of the time that follows. he can't tell, nor can he bring himself to care — not when you spend every agonizing second stroking his weeping cock so painfully slow. you know just when to alter your speed, bringing him to the absolute precipice just to rip it all away.
it was pure torture when the red silk kept him blind to it; you know how much he loves the sight of his fat cock within your dainty hand, almost too thick for your fingers to touch around it. the last ruined orgasm had been paced so brutally fast, skin shlick-ing with every stroke. the wet, rhythmic sound of your hand jerking him off left dull, wet smacks filling the room until his body was twitching — and as he nearly arrived at his peak, the red satin eventually slipped down his face. when you finally locked eyes, he’d almost been crying . . . almost.
“hnghh, no, no, no, please— not again . . i beg you, my queen, just let me cum for you—fuck!”
the words melt into a breathless plea as his pelvis strains upward, starving for even the slightest graze of your palm. his hips give a desperate involuntary buck, chasing the ghosting pleasure of your friction, but you hold the line; hand going completely still.
a dark, heavy whimper vibrates deep in zuko’s chest, a sound so beautifully broken it nearly falters your resolve. but not quite. his climax is ruined yet again, the fifth unmerciful theft of the night, and his entire frame shudders with a deep, aching fatigue as he reaches the absolute limit of your torment.
thanks to your doing, he’s now you in complete disarray — scattered hair falling wildly over his eyes, his sweat-sheen chest heaving with every ragged breath, powerful arms bound to the bedposts at the mercy of your every sinister whim. he can’t fucking stand being unable to touch you.
“i did what you asked,” zuko says bluntly, his voice clipped and raw. his amber gaze burns dark, hopelessly locked onto the sheer blue fabric draping carelessly over the bare expanse of your brown thighs. “I finished my duties . . I am here, yet you tease me.”
“you sound rather impatient, zuko,” you hum, your manicured finger tracing a slow, agonizing circle over the sticky, weeping crown of his sensitive cockhead, delighting in the way he quivers. “tell me, my love . . . is the fire lord begging?”
zuko's jaw tightens, the flexor muscle of his wrists tensing against the silk of his confines. “I w-wasn’t begging,” he murmurs, his voice dropping an octave into a rough, raspy lower register. “please, just . . . tell me what you want from me. i’ll do anything, just let me—” he breaks off with a rough swallow, and the words die in his throat.
you let out a content hum, moved by how completely unraveled he’s become, just for you. you slide your body flush against his, letting the cool cerulean silk of your dress drag over his burning thighs. “anything I want, huh?” you murmur against his lips, teasing him with a ghost of a kiss. a desperate nod escapes him, the unraveled strands of his hair swaying with the motion.
“well, i'm about to tease some more, so I need you to stay absolutely still for it.”
a dark realization dawns upon the fire lord; he never knew his darling wife held such a sadistic streak. he silently mourns the countless times he could have made you cum by now.
“thought we'd be . . pleasing one another tonight,” he mumbles, chest heaving. the plush bow of your lips curve into a slow, knowing grin, your gaze dropping to the lewd display of his twitching dick before you reply, “but i’m enjoying the sight of you like this. you have no idea how much it satisfies me, love . . . do you not want to please your wife?”
“hah, you're a sly woman when you wish to be.” a pained, breathless laugh escapes him, his rigid length twitching helplessly between his thighs. the sweltering heat of his blood chills slightly against the open air of the room, a brief, phantom relief. “you know I need more from you.”
“I think what you need, zuko, is to cool down.”
“what I need is to cu—”
“don’t worry, my love.” you cut off his breathless demand with a soft, shushing hum. your palm cradles his jaw as you smooth out his unraveled hair, your lips catching the heat of his skin as you press a kiss to his sweating temple. “I have just the thing.”
in that very moment, you decide to shift the game and draw upon an element of your own. zuko’s no mere stranger to adding a heavy scorch to the bedroom, and the sweltering effect of his bending is never anything you can't handle or easily heal with your own two hands. tonight, you see no harm in turning the tables.
your focus shifts to the nearby glass pitcher, siphoning a liquid ribbon into the air. with a sharp twist of your wrist, the droplets solidify, crystallizing into smooth, firm blocks of ice.
before he can utter a word, you plant the frozen ice against his bare skin with intention. one block rests at the divot of his lighting-scarred solar plexus, and another the subtle dip between his thick, firm pecs, while the third one slides smoothly down the rippled plane of his abs. with a flick of your will, a final piece glides across the delicate ridge of his collarbone. as the ice begins to melt atop his heated skin, the thawed water tracks down his torso, pooling at his pelvis until it drips heavily down his cock.
a full-body shudders wracks zuko's frame as the sudden cold slides down the throbbing length of him. the ice cubes glide over his flesh, weeping condensed streams of melted water that dribble down his muscled form. the natural heat of his body takes over to act as a forge; with a subtle hiss, the water sizzles against his skin, instantly evaporating into a misted steam that lifts in lazy, curled wisps off his bare chest. it's an instinctive reaction — like splashing lukewarm water directly onto lava-hot coal.
“are you cooling down already, husband?”
“hah, please . . did you think it would be— mm, t-that easy?”
as he predicted, the frost doesn't last. the water won’t stand much of a chance against the fever of his skin.
the fever-heat of his skin conquers the cold in seconds, rendering the ice useless against his burning flesh. a slow smile curves your lips at the realization, prompting a sudden shift in your approach; to fight fire with fire. a flame, you might not have, but you can always trade your element for the raw heat of your own body.
dropping low, your robe pools around your ankles as you settle between his parted, muscled legs. your palms anchor securely against the warm caps of his knees, pinning his attention. locking your gaze with his hazy gold eyes, your tongue slowly glides across the tip, collecting the warm salt of his precum as your lips part to swallow him into the pliant opening of your wet mouth.
“— ohhh, fuck.”
beneath folded legs, you feel your clit throb against the heel of your foot in response to the rough moan that practically vibrates straight from his chest and down into your throat. you pull back enough to loll your tongue out, swiping it slow and wet across his reddened, weeping tip. your crystalline eyes are lively, full of mirth as you hold him captive under your stare. zuko’s amber gaze squeezes shut at the sudden onslaught of your tongue, a sharp hiss catching in his throat.
“so naughty, baby . . .” he groans, "gonna keep me here all night, hm? punish me?”
“it isn’t a punishment, zuko,” you break the contact with a soft pop, a sliver of saliva tethering your lips to him. the words leave you breathlessly, trailing off your tongue like the sweet, contoured sound of half a moan. “i jus’ wanna play with you. don’t you wanna play with me?”
“I would if I could,” he manages to choke out, teeth gnawing hard on his lower lip whenever your tongue swirls back under the ridge of his spit-streaked cock. “y—you’re the one who doesn’t wanna play fair. I didn’t tie myself up, now did I?”
you drink in the ragged heave of his chest beneath the garnet vest, the tensive muscles of his forearms bunching hard against his constraints. the sheer intrigue of his submission intoxicates you, and a wicked thrill sparks within you at the thought of it — how delicious it would be to have him whining, crying for you, completely unraveled as he tugs fruitlessly against the red satin.
“I should punish you, now that you mention it,” you muse, drawing back just enough to catch your breath while your palm strokes a slow, wet path down his pulsing dick.
before he can manage out an answer, you dive back down again, burying his thickness to the very hilt until the tip of it hits the back of your constricting throat. you have him swallowed to the base, so much so that your senses are entirely overcome; your husband is the only thing left to taste, to smell, to breathe. a faint, involuntary tinge of smoke permeates the air as his internal fire flares in shock.
“shit! you’re s—so bad,” zuko heaves, his muscled arms straining powerlessly against withering ribbon.
“am I?” you wipe a wet shine of moisture away from your plush, spit-streaked lips with the back of your hand, rising slowly to your feet. zuko’s darkened gaze follows you, his heart hammering against his ribs as he realizes exactly where you’re steering this game. you had already unburdened him of his trousers and reduced him to that open vest, and now you're matching his nakedness with your own.
slowly, you unloop your robes and step out of your soft blue silk, letting the cerulean fabric carelessly drop away. you step onto the mattress to mount him, completely stripped— your legs throwing themselves over to bracket his wide, meaty thighs as you straddle his lap, the your bare mound of your cunt sliding a mess of arousal over the hardness of him, cock jumping at the brush of hot, wet skin.
“you are troublesome, wife,” zuko manages out through grit teeth, his jaw dropping as his head tilts down to watch the exact moment you sink onto him. you settle over every wide, throbbing inch until you've taken the entirety of him into the tight, melting warmth of your creamy cunt.
“hngh, and you should . . . s—stay still,” you mewl, your teeth sinking into your own plush lip while your nails dig deep crescents into the solid breadth of his broad shoulders.
you lift yourself up, slow and agonizingly careful, before letting gravity drop you back down onto the raw entirety of his length. a shared moan tears from your throats at the impact, your bodies pulsing deliriously around one another. zuko has always been a massive stretch, so you shift into slow, shallow rolls of your hips, taking in the immense width of him until the initial, stinging burn begins to ebb away.
“untie me.”
“mm— noooo, zuko . . .” you both know that entirely defeats the purpose.
“can’t believe you’re— fuck —doing this to me,” zuko groans, his patience finally shattering as he rocks his hips upward beneath you. the sudden, deep shift of his length inside you forces a pitched whine from your throat. he's reached his absolute limit, both with these confines and his own composure — starved of your touch, driven mad by the sight of his beautiful goddess of a wife bouncing on his cock while his hands remain pathetically, incapably pinned.
glaring down with pure disdain at the obstacle of fabric cutting into his straining wrists, the fire lord decides that your lengthy game is over.
with carefully exerted bending, he coaxes just the slightest spouts of fire out of his warmed palms, letting the heat of a focused spark catch onto the crimson silk until it begins to catch in flames.
you're so caught in the intensity of riding him that the change goes unnoticed, until the scent of smoke reaches you; fire. your eyes snap open to see the speckled remnants of inflamed fabric and ash dissipating up into the air in burning, golden specks.
“z—zuko!” you whine, just as he rubs his wrists where they were bound. an anxious laugh leaves you once the realization settles in; the constraints are gone, and he's no longer bound by your rules. now that he’s freed, you know he’ll have his way with you. when you meet his eyes, it concludes that the game is over, and he’s won. he peers at you with a dangerous, burning hunger, like that of a fucking predator.
“what shall I do with you . . .” the fire lord muses, “now that i’m free?” you aren't able to argue, or comply. there simply isn't any time.
he loops a strong, thick forearm around your waist, pulls you flush to the solid wall of his body, full breasts squished to his broad pecs, your peaked nipples grazing his chest in a way that makes you shudder against him. he tightens his hold around your middle, hot fingers stroking down the curve of your spine.
then, the roots take hold with a searing, digging grip.
“start bouncing.”
frozen by the shock of his freedom, you hesitate — and your husband immediately claims the movement to take absolute hold of you. his hot fingers cling to the soft flesh of your waist, and he wastes no time lifting your hips, hoisting you up only to drop you back onto his erect cock.
the loudest moan of the night slips from your throat — a bruised, sweet thing that sounds something like a whine, and half like a wail. it's pure nectar to him, so saccharine to him. zuko leans into the sound, aiming to pry out so much more.
he sets a brutal, drilling pace from beneath you, bucking upward to crash against the rise and fall of your pliant body, all as his hands slink up to give your bouncing breasts a thorough squeeze. his firm hips piston up to meet you with relentless, driving thrusts as he forces your weight to slam down hard against his own.
all you can do is cry out through every heavy drag of his fat cock within you. a vulnerable whimper escapes your lips, arms looped tightly around his neck, fingers dig frantically into his skin for any semblance of an anchor while the girth of him stretches you out with every upwards surge of his tilting hips. your tongue lolls out to trace the slick heat of his throat, dragging slow and wet up the line of his perfect jaw. you press your lips against the thick vein pulsing in his neck; pulled taut from all the raw energy he exerts into fucking himself deep inside you.
“you win . . . fu—fuck, zu, y-you win,” you whine, the globes of your ass jiggling helplessly against his pounding. “zuko, p-please, too fast— you’re too fast, my love . . . i can’t — hngh!”
a dark, gravelly laugh vibrates right against your throat, his hot pulse hammering against your chest. “oh, no. you don't get to call a timeout,” he grunts out, a rough, commanding rumble that cuts straight through your whines as he watches your face unravel — lips agape, eyes welled up with precious tears. his thick forearm locks tighter around your waist as his pelvis crashes up into yours with unmerciful force, giving you absolutely no room to breathe. “you wanted to play, yes?" more than anything, he'd consider it provocation.
"so don’t scream for a 'slow down' now — take it. it's all for you.”
before your lungs can even claim their next breath, zuko slides out of you entirely; having decided you deserve it much rougher for the constraints you placed upon him. a small pout touches your lips at the sudden ache of his absence, but the fire lord pays your frustration no mind. he's far too focused on delivering the consequences of your little stunt.
effortlessly, his heavy palms flip you over and guide you flat onto your tummy — your lower back dipping into a sharp, deep curve that hoists your hips high into the air; the most perfect arch. left exposed and shivering with anticipation, your ass impetuously wiggles against the heavy bob of his waiting erection, desperate to feel him. a low, raspy chuckle vibrates in his throat, deeply satisfied by the hunger that now consumes you; just as it did him.
“you want it? huh?” he lilts, his breath hot against your skin as he deliberately presses the crown of his cock to your opening. instead of sinking inside, he slides around your fluttering pussy, dragging the thick, veiny underside over your rear.
he taps the sticky crown of his cock against the soft flesh of your supple ass cheeks, a deliberate, maddening friction that denies you the very thing you're begging for. a dry laugh catches in his throat as your posture shudders utterly reveling in the sweet, broken whines that spill past your lips at the torment. maybe now you'll get it. you're only feeling a fraction of what you put him through.
“n—need it so bad, d-don’t tease, husband . . .”
“of course, my sweetness.” his voice is a low, deceptive whisper right before his hips crash forward. it's downright mean, how he pushes inside you with a sudden, ruthless depth. zuko stuffs every last inch of him to the absolute hilt, done so viciously that the air is knocked clean from your lungs. your chest heaves against the mattress, voice cracking into broken, stuttered pieces as his name shatters throughout the room, like that of a priceless gloss vase.
“zuko, s’deep — y-you’re so . . so deeeeep,”
“hm . . what was that?” zuko murmurs out feigned ignorance, his wide palm flattening against the small of your back to enforce a deeper, sharper curve to your spine. the visceral slap of skin on skin rings out like thunder with every punishing smack, a lewd tempo that fills the grand bedchambers — a thick, sweltering sound so loud you're certain the advisors and palace maids a world away could easily track the . . . scandalous nature of your night.
“zu—zu-ahh . . z—ukooo!”
“is that how you properly address your husband?” he taunts, his voice a low rumble as he bites back a growing smile. the damp end of his tongue flits out, lazily running across the edge of aligned teeth, “how you address the fire lord?”
“p-pleaseeee—” before the word can fully escape you, zuko answers your whine by stalling his momentum, feeding you long, agonizingly slow strokes. with every deliberate thrust, your body is throttled forward, melting deep into the crimson bed as you lose all coordination. a helpless sob catches in your throat, your drooling mouth agape against the mahogany bedding as you take the full, thick mass of him in slow motion, his damp skin dragging within yours. his pelvis presses hard against your ass, the heavy stickiness of his balls tapping your puffy slit
“d-do . . . mmph, wh—whatever you want." you exhale through a whining plea, weight sinking into the foam of the bamboo mattress. maybe if you appease him, stroke his ego, he'll take it easy on you. "p-punish me, zu . . . please, jus' punish me.”
“and get you off so quickly? impatient little thing,” he only tsks, his hand comes down hard against your backside. the reddening sting forces out your small gasp. “you're not cumming until I deem it fit.”
zuko shifts his weight, sliding his stance closer until his torso pins your back flat against the mattress. leaning his upper body forward over your shoulder, his arm snakes around to trap you by the sensitive curve of your throat. he loops the thick, solid crook of his elbow right beneath your chin, pressing the rounded meat of his massive forearm against your windpipe.
with an deliberate flex, he brings about a deliciously suffocating squeeze. your throat is locked tight in the vice of his strength, constricting your oxygen until your lungs begin to burn hollow from the desperate lack of it. unable to draw a clean breath, every heavy push of his length inside you makes him feel twice as thick.
the room spins into hazy blur, making you acutely aware of how his unhurriedly he drags inside you; stretching you out in agonizing slow motion while you choke out muffled, desperate whines against the crushing authority of his arm.
he fucks into you slowly from behind, his large frame completely curled over your spine while he holds you trapped in the thick vice of his headlock. you helplessly muffle your whimpers and drool all over the solid breadth of his meaty, flexing bicep. from above, the fire lord ignores the chaos of the room to simply stare down at your face, a wave of profound adoration breaking across his features for third time today, because you belong entirely to him — his pretty, precious baby.
“that’s what it takes for you to act right?” zuko huffs out an incredulous laugh, “you’re finally being so good, love . . . taking me so fucking well.” the words are thick with an intoxicating pride as his warmed breath dusts your cheek. never does it come with one, but without warning, his palm delivers another sharp, loving smack to your right cheek, leaving a trailing sting that audibly sizzles against your damp skin. before another sound can fully leave your throat, his lips drop lower, a searing kiss pressed possessively to the very base of your neck, the curve of your spine, the crown of your hair. in every aspect, he consumes you.
you're balanced precariously on the absolute edge, and zuko can tell. your vision begins to spot, your entire frame stringing tense and your mind going beautifully dumb the exact moment you finally release your sweet, gushing juices all over him. eyes brimming over with heavy gemmed tears, he fucks you thoroughly through the crash of your orgasm; rocking deep into the stubborn squeeze of your convulsing pussy.
zuko's rigid and twitching inside you, his amplified volume matching the gradually careless rhythm of his thrusts. a rough groan tears from his throat as he openly relishes the slick, heavy friction of his veins dragging wet and sloppy from deep within your walls. even with the lingering shock of your own orgasm, it's clear to you that he’s soon to follow suit. truthfully, you're amazed that he managed to hold out up until now; though, not for much longer.
“you’re being so good to me, sweetness . . . letting it all go just for your husband, cumming all over me . . . ooh, you’re making me feel too fucking good, can’t hold back anymore — i'm next, my love, m’right behind you — fffuck.”
you can feel the very heat of his seed flooding your inner walls as he cums hard and deep, muttering jumbled obscenities out into the humid air. misted puffs of smoke curl past his agape lips along the calls of your name. his hips give a final, desperate jerk, his throbbing cock spouting thick ribbons of white until he’s completely drained himself inside you.
his chest heaves, glistening in the low orange lighting as he settles beside you, his hands instantly shifting to trace soothing, balmy circles over the flesh he so ruthlessly manhandled. a quiet moan escapes your lips, your dazed body sinking into the scrunched, damp bedding as his touch releases your strung muscles. the cooling sweat on your brow makes you shiver, while the deep, deep ache from being so thoroughly stretched begins to settle into your bones.
you give a small, helpless whine when his fingers find a particularly sensitive spot, his touch a tender mercy. you know, of course you do that you are covered in the visual evidence of his hunger, but you choose to pay the marks no mind until the sun rises. after all, your ladies-in-waiting are far too used to seeing the fire lord’s signature handprints painted across your skin when they wash you in the morning.
his chest heaves in the dark as he settles beside you, his hands instantly shifting from manhandling to tracing soothing circles over the skin of your body he so ruthlessly possessed. you let out a soft, trailing moan, your dazed body sinking into the scrunched, damp bedding as his touch unties your muscles. the cooling sweat on your brow makes you shiver, while the deep, deep ache from being so thoroughly filled and stretched, in all those creative positions, begins to settle into your bones as a sweet fatigue.
a small, sharp whine slips from your lips when zuko’s calloused thumbs knead an especially tender spot. you know that he's ravaged you. you probably look as undone as you feel, and it's going to be painfully obvious for anyone looking at you to tell. though you can't yet see the crimson marks he left in his wake, you've already decided those are tomorrow’s problem. after all, your ladies-in-waiting are already far too used to seeing the fire lord’s permanent signature painted across your skin when they wash you in the morning.
“i'm sorry, love . . i'm so sorry,” zuko whispers into the crook of your neck as he continues his slow massage, his touch smoothing over the marks he left behind. “just can’t control myself when it comes to you, my queen.”
“mmmnn . . . it’s, ah . . s’okay,” you slur against the mahogany bedding. a thick, post-orgasmic drowse claims your senses, your eyelids fluttering wearily the last of your strength dissolves into the sheets. he’s truly managed to unburden you of every last ounce of your energy.
tenderly, zuko rolls you onto your back and gently cleanses your skin, taking a soft handcloth from your drawer to wipe away any slick evidence of love-making; even as the dark temptation to stuff himself back inside your sweet pussy and keep you plugged with his dripping cum starts to become a greater urge. zuko fights it, deciding he can save the intention of impregnating you for another, more purposeful night — that is, if your womb hasn't already . . . taken his heir after the dozens of positions he molded you into all in one night.
a feather-light kiss grazes your forehead, tender and warm, just before the red covers are drawn up over your shoulders to ward off the chill. zuko watches you drift into slumber, a soft chuckle escaping him as you mutter a sleepy, incoherent complaint about the 'unfairness' of him being able to melt away your icy defenses. settling into bed, he spoons you close, wrapping his thick, strong arms around you to keep you snug against the solidity of his chest.
“rest while you can, love," he whispers adoringly into your hair, smelling of rich imported oils, a tinge of his own smoke, and the salt of your sea. "because when the sun rises . . . i’m taking my turn with you and that ribbon.”
thinkin’ of going on tour with your famous bf jungkook ! he takes you to see the world, so you can watch him perform for millions that scream his name . but there’s a certain comfort in him always coming home to you >.< even better when he whispers into your ear how he was thinking of tasting ‘n touching you all night . . .
ooooo omg yes n’ he always makes sure you have the best seat in the house bc he needs to see you. he wants to be able to look over, and there you are, hearts practically in your eyes as you sing along to every song with the biggest smile on your lips. hearing the thousands upon thousands of fans scream his name and other . . . obscenities . . never bothered you in the slightest because you knew he was yours. you knew that after the last song of the night he’d be all yours to touch on & kiss. and you’d be a fool think he didn’t feel the same. exact. way.
once you’re alone, in the privacy of his hotel room with no watchful eyes or perked up ears, he’d be all over you like bees on pollen! he’d kiss at your neck, your lips. he’d giggle in between kisses all while saying the nastiest things like—
“you look so pretty in that skirt, it was so hard for me to hide this.” (his boner . . shocker)
“all i could think about during the end was being in you. i-i need to feel you, babe.”
“wan’ you to let me play with her before tomorrow nights show . . wanna smell you on my fingers while i’m on stage . . .”
you never quite knew what to say being the flustered thing that you were, but jungkook never minded. as long as your sole focus was only on him & what he had to say, of course.
and after all that, along with a couple laps at your slicked cunt, he’d have you in prone bone with his bicep stepping in as a little pillow for you head while he blew your back out. he wanted you to be loud, oh how he wished to have your screams n’ whines waft into his pierced ears like the sweetest of symphonies—but he had to be stealthy for now, because you just never know.
“i know, baby, i know—i-i’m so sorry, but you just gotta be quiet for kook, okay? bite me. kiss me. do whatever you want so i can make up for it,” he’d whine directly into your ear, so he could feel you shiver against his chest.
the only time he throws caution into the wind with the noise control is when he cums alongside you, filling up your greedy pussy for the first, and certainly not last, time that night.
and then you’d do it all over again . . except on a different bed, in a different city, with a different view to look at through your bleary vision while he fucked you like he hated your guts (he loved you more than anything in this world. despite that for some reason, his fans believe he’s having an affair with jimin.)
a/n: my baby ony doesn’t officially have a last name, but after looking into some things, some fans gave him the last name ‘kode’ so you are mr. & mrs. kode to clear up any confusion !!
synopsis: after hearing you talk on the phone about your vanilla sex life, ony tries his absolute hardest to spice things up for the both of you <3
cw include: porn with a little plot, black fem!reader, reader is on the thicker side, soft n’ slow sex, dirty talk, praise, fingering, oral f!receiving, spanking, missionary position, reverse cowgirl, backshots, riding, a couple slaps, choking, ony starts off super sweet but gets a little mean, he’s also kinda whiny, spit, multiple orgasms, squirting, creampie, andddd i think that’s about it!! also some nsfw links to watch along the way hehe 1 & 2 & 3 & 4 /// wc: 8k
‘ your divinity has turned me into a sinner . . . ’
your husband was a very gentle man.
he was never one to raise his voice, slam a door—shoot, you didn’t even know if the man was capable of rolling his eyes since he never once did it in the twelve years you’ve known him.
he was your ony; the soft, gentle giant who loved you more than any other person on the planet. even after a long, grueling day of hard work on his fathers farm, he still always came home with a big smile and open arms.
and even when his arms ached, and his thighs burned, he still made love to you almost every night like it was his last night on earth. it was never fast and rough, no, but you could still feel passion spewing from him with each semi-harsh thrust.
onyankopon didn’t particularly like to fuck. in fact he hated when that word was used to describe sex. so nasty . . . so vulgar. he would much rather make love, and take his time.
like right now for instance.
he currently had you beneath him, legs draped over his muscly forearms while he slowly slid his thick cock into the soft, warmth of your pussy.
two previous orgasms were pulled from you only minutes before thanks to your husbands skilled tongue and fingers, and because of this, you were niceee and stretched open for all eight and a half inches of him.
“big stretch comin’, pretty girl. take a breath for me,” ony spoke lowly, nostrils flaring the tiniest bit as he pushed the final inches of his girth inside of you.
as much as he made love to you, which was a lot, you could never fully get used to the brain altering stretch of his cock. he was long . . thick . . curved. basically everything that would probably have most girls run away screaming.
fortunately for you, though, no other woman has ever had the pleasure of seeing your husband in this state.
they like to stare, and ogle him . . maybe go even take it a step further and gush to him about how much of a hard worker he is—but they know that he’s yours. they know that there is, and will only be, one mrs. kode.
“you still with me, mama?”
that thick, country drawl of his tore you out of your thoughts, and when your eyes finally focused on his, he was already smirking down at you.
“where’d you go?” despite the lopsided smirk he was sporting, his tone was gentle as ever, like if he spoke too aggressively, you’d shatter into pieces right in his arms.
you gave him a small smile, and brought your hand up to cradle at his smooth jaw. “no where important.”
ony let out a small, barely audible hum. his rough hands ran over the tops of your thighs, massaging the smooth flesh while he slowly pulled out. “you’re a terrible liar, wife,” he chuckled easing his hips forward.
you breathed out a small moan, lashes fluttering ever so slightly. your walls clenched around onys cock, adjusting to the new rhythm.
“m’not lyin’, it’s really not that important. you’re just nosey, and wanna get in my head, husband,” you sassed back, making his grin grow wider.
your statement wasn’t exactly wrong, which was why he didn’t argue back—but even if you did happen to be wrong, he still wouldn’t have said a thing.
onyankopon wholeheartedly believes that the key to a good marriage is to shut the hell up, and never protest to what the missus has to say. he’s been following that ever since he put a rock on your finger, and your marriage has been nothing short of blissful.
ony wrapped your legs around his slim waist, and within seconds his forehead was smushed against yours. the faint smell of his aftershave had you feeling dizzy.
“but if you must know . . i was thinking about how you’re all mine. all for me, and nobody else’s,” you scratched lightly at his jaw, earning an almost purring like noise from him. he turned his head, and kissed gently at your palm, and then your wrist.
“all yours, my love,” he whispered into your skin, “you own every inch of me.”
this might come off as a little obsessive, and maybe something more, but in ony’s head there was no him without you. you were the missing piece to his puzzle. you completed him.
the pace of his thrusts only increased slightly, but it was enough to bring your release closer and closer.
a request to have him wrap his hand around your throat sat very heavy on your tongue, and if you weren’t almost positive that he’d look at you like you were crazy for asking, you would’ve asked without a second thought.
your husband didn’t particularly see the need to inflict pain upon the one you love during such an important act of intimacy, and you were once the same way—keyword once.
but then one day during a trip to the bookstore with your girlfriends, you got out of your comfort zone and purchased a rather . . . spicy written novel and the rest was history.
it was hard to imagine someone enjoying these things such as being slapped, spanked, or even choked—but the more you read, the more you began to understand, and soon you were secretly making your own collection nsfw romance novels. you hated that you hid it from ony, but your embarrassment forbid you from showing him this side of yourself.
the side of you that wanted to be manhandled and degraded by him, and then in the same hour, coddled and cuddled until you fell soundly asleep in his arms.
yeah, there was just no way you could make that sound normal in any way to your man.
don’t get it twisted though! even though he was a soft lover, onyankopon left you blissed out beyond belief each and every time he was done with you.
he knew exactly how to massage your sensitive clit with his tongue when he gave you head, and he was able to find your g-spot within seconds of him fingering you. not to mention he always kept his hands clean and manicured because he’d be damned if he ever had the nerve to touch his wife with grimy hands.
when it came to having sex, he always knew when to not go to deep in certain positions because it would leave you hurting, but at the same time knew which angles would have your toes curling—
“s-stop spacing out, it’s worrying me, honey,” ony sighed into your hair, his left arm wrapping around your back to pull you closer to him.
you hadn’t even realized you were in a daze until you could suddenly feel the buildup of your orgasm nearing its final end. you could feel everything at once; the heat from his chest, the battering of his swollen tip against your g-spot—it was slowly starting to become too much!
“i’m—oou fuck, right there, i-i’m sorry, baby. m’so close, please make me cum,” you whined into his ear, legs tightening around his waist.
ony let out a long, drawn out moan, and let his forehead fall onto your shoulder. “god, don’t apologize—never apologize. you’re so perfect—ngh, should never have to say sorry for anything.”
a ringing noise filled your ears when he pressed two fingers against your swollen clit, and with a sharp gasp, you were cumming for the third time that night. ony kept his hips at the same, steady pace, careful not to go too slow or too hard.
milking your orgasms was as ‘kinky’ as it got for him nowadays, and he was more than okay with that.
“fuck, baby, i’m gonna cum. where do you want it, hm?”
you didn’t say anything, instead you just wrapped your arms around his neck, and dug your feet into the small of his back, keeping him in place.
“inside, huh? no problem, pretty girl.”
four thrusts later, and you suddenly felt a warmth blossoming in your lower tummy. onyankopon laced one of his hands with your own, squeezing it every couple of seconds to let you know he was still there, and he wouldn’t be going anywhere anytime soon.
“i love you so much . . wish we could fall asleep jus’ like this.”
he pressed soft kisses to your jaw, slowly trailing them down the curve of your neck.
you let out a small laugh and hugged him tighter, manicured fingers now scratching at the nape of his neck. “mm, me too. let’s just stay like this a little longer? please?”
and how could ony ever say no to you? so for the next ten minutes you stayed glued to his side while he rubbed at your back, and kissed all over your face.
the next day went as usual; ony woke up before the sun began to even rise, and started his morning routine. fifteen minutes of stretching, followed another fifteen minutes of meditation. the stretching kept his limbs loose for the first half of the day, meanwhile the meditation was just a little something to help keep him grounded.
you’ve always wanted to catch him doing it, but because you’re such a heavy sleeper, you’re never able to catch him when he swiftly slides out of bed.
after his morning stretch, he takes a shower, and then lets your dog, harley, outside while he preps breakfast and puts a pot of coffee on. he preferred his coffee black, meanwhile almond milk and three pumps of brown sugar syrup were required in your strawberry shaped mug.
he liked to keep breakfast simple, but filling. this morning it was blueberry pancakes with turkey bacon. if you were still wanting something to eat he had vanilla yogurt with maple granola on standby.
by the time he put the bacon on the cast iron, he could hear the sound of feet padding across the floor.
you always did the same thing every morning before joining him downstairs; used the restroom and brushed your teeth so he wouldn’t have to taste your morning breath when you gave him a kiss ( a personal preference of yours, not his.)
and when he finally heard the sound of your slipper clad feet walking down the stairs, he’d set set your coffee next to your food, and greet you with a sweet—
“good morning, my baby! come give daddy a kiss.”
you trudged over to your husband, a small smirk lifting at the corners of your lips. “okay, but please don’t ever refer to yourself as daddy unless it’s in bed, yeah?”
ony let out a small snort, his arm wrapping around your waist to pull you close. “yeah, like i’d ever do that,” he chuckled, and gave your lips four quick smooches.
after enjoying breakfast in a comfortable silence, you were finally bidding your man a sweet farewell full of wet kisses, and not so subtle ass grabs.
“don’t miss me too much, yeah?” ony chuckled, kissing the corner of your lips. your arms were loosely wrapped around his neck, while one of his arms was securely wrapped around your waist, and if you were being honest, you were doing little to hold yourself up.
that was all him.
you couldn’t help but imagine for just a split second what he could do to you if he put a little of that strength into . . . other things.
“mm, i’ll try not too. make sure you try not to think about too much about me, okay? don’t need you popping a boner like the other d—”
“nah, nah, that’s enough. i’m leaving n’ i love you so much.”
your head tilted back in a giggle as ony peppered your face with miniature kisses before releasing his hold on you.
“i love you more, honey. be safe and have a good day,” your voice was breathy, and dreamy, like you were sixteen, and learning what a real crush is for the first time again.
as ony pulled out of the driveway, he shamelessly eyed at the way your silk robe fluttered in the breeze. when the tops of your thighs became exposed, he had to mentally talk himself out of making some . . . decisions.
while ony worked the day away, you held it down at home. there wasn’t much to it—maybe some dishes here and there, and some dusting a couple days out of the week, but in the end it wasn’t hard to keep up with the house thankfully. the busiest part of your day had to be the garden in the backyard.
it did get lonely sometimes, but not as much since he had gifted you harley.
harley was an early birthday present to make up for all the time you spent by yourself. yes, you could go out with friends, or have a nice lunch with your parents, but you were a true homebody at heart—you just needed a little company!
she was a black and brown spotted dachshund with softest, fluffiest ears you’d ever seen. dachshund’s were already cuddly dogs, so it was really love at first sight for the two of you.
it was now three o’clock.
the sun rose high in the air, beaming down harsh rays of light onto the land before you. you were sat on a rocking chair, handheld fan in one hand while the other nursed a glass of lemonade mixed your favorite wine.
“it’s getting kinda hot out here. thank goodness ony hooked up this extension cord out here so i can use the fan,” you sighed, eyeing harley, who was laying next to your feet and directly in front of the electric fan.
“girl, you know the summers here hit us harsh.”
you let out a low hum and turned your head towards your phone. you settled move into the plush cushions on the chair, and slipped your sunglasses over your eyes. “i was hoping i’d be able to read my book, but when it’s hot like this all you can do is just lay still.”
“same book or a different one? i never know with how quick you go through them.”
“don’t make me laugh it’s too hot,” you giggled, bending your hand down to fan at harley, who was still asleep. “go inside, honey. too hot out here for you,” you mumbled, giving the dog a tiny pat to wake her up.
the chair made a low creaking sound as you turned your head back towards your phone, “it’s a different one . . about this introverted girl who starts messing around with a street racer. i didn’t realize it’d be so smutty, though! i keep getting too hot and taking breaks, it’s so annoying.”
whenever you read these books, you always pictured ony and yourself as the two lovers because duh. so whenever you read certain . . things, it was hard to contain the tingling between your legs as you pictured the two of you in the same position.
what you were reading now was nothing short of unholy. you couldn’t believe someone could think of such lewd things and put them on paper—it was incredible!
“well, it’s a good thing you have a husband to help you when you get worked up, yeah?”
you smirked, slowly twirling the straw in your glass.
“you’re absolutely right. there’s just this one thing . . ”
“thing? what thing? are you two okay?”
you took a slow sip of your drink, and then another. “everything’s okay it’s just—i don’t know, i’ve been feeling like our sex is kinda—um, what’s the word—”
“boring?”
you nearly choked on your spit, a cough getting caught in your throat. sex with onyankopon? boring? never that.
“girl, it’s not that, it’s just been very tame. veryyyy . . vanilla! yeah, that’s the word. not boring just kinda plain— w-which is okay, don’t get me wrong. i just wish he was a bit more . . mmm, rougher with me. i don’t need to be tied up n’ gagged, and all that other shit, but a firm little choke, o-or a light smack never hurt nobody!”
“have you tried telling him that, ( ❤︎ )? remember that this is onyankopon kode we’re talking about. the same onyankopon whose gone on a drunken rant about how he’d burn the world for you.”
the last part of your friends sentence had your heart clenching, a familiar beat returning between your legs. you could recall the night ony went on said rant, and you could also recall the way he ravaged your body that same night.
he was pounding into you so hard that the headboard was actually banging against the wall. he was so deep inside you that you still felt him in your stomach the entire next day.
you wanted to feel that again. that ache, that soreness from him being rough with you. but you knew the chances of that happening again were extremely slim, because once ony had seen how sore you were the next day he felt fucking horrible.
you could still hear his whiny apologies in your head.
“i don’t know what came over me, mama. can’t believe i was so rough wit’ you . . never again, i promise. do you think you’ll be okay? should i take off work? i think pops will be okay without me for the day—”
you really did marry the sweetest man on earth. lucked out was an understatement.
reasons like that were why you felt like you couldn’t complain, because honestly, how could you complain?! ever since ony met you twelve something years ago, he has always put you first. your needs, your safety, your needs.
“trust me, babe, i’ve tried. ever since that one night, his definition of rough, and my definition have turned into complete opposites.”
“what exactly do you want him to do? paint me a picture, and don’t be shy!”
heat started to rise to your already warm cheeks, and after downing the rest of your drink, you spoke—
“i just kinda want him to be a little spontaneous about it sometimes, you know? like take me over the kitchen table, o-or surprising me in the—heh, the shower . . i can’t believe i’m telling you all this,” you giggled, head falling into your hands that were slightly cold from your chilled glass.
“woah, woah, woah! almost ten years of being married and you’ve only had sex in your bed? ( ❤︎ ) that has to be some sorta crime, i’m sorry.”
“no, no! we’ve had sex on, like, the couch too—oh, and a few times in the shower! but mostly in bed . . i think it’s just much more comfortable for him there, which is, again, okay.”
you heard the sound of wood creaking behind you, and whipped your head around, only to reveal nothing.
“must’ve been harley . . well, anyways—”
while you continued your tipsy conversation with your friend, onyankopon was frozen in place in the kitchen with a head full of questions and a heavy heart.
all he could think was, ‘how could i have not known? how could i have been so blind? what are these books she’s talking about?’
his early trip home had been spoiled, and only he was to blame. how could he have not noticed you were wanting more from him? what did he do to make you feel like you couldn’t say anything?
all these questions, and yet he couldn’t find it in him to go outside, and ask you anything.
spontaneous. he heard the word spontaneous. you wanted to be surprised? swept off your feet? that was no problem for him. the only thing that really had the cogs in his brain turning was how rough you wanted him to be with you.
he had always thought you preferred him being slow and sensual with the way you turned to putty in his arms—apparently not!
this just wouldn’t do. there was no telling how long you’d be feeling this way, and honestly ony didn’t care to know. all he wanted to do was make it better. fix his mistakes, and leave you fully satisfied.
he needed to think . . he also needed to shower. a thoughtful shower was needed immediately.
he quietly set his keys on the table, and trudged upstairs to the bathroom.
as the steaming water cascaded down his back, all ony could think about was sex. your sex life to be exact. it was so very hard to imagine himself inflicting any kind of pain upon you, even if you were desperate it.
he thought back to that one night. the one night where he sorta threw all caution into the wind, and roughed you up a little more than usual. he remembered how loud, and whiny you were when he had you knees pushed to your ears for, like, the first time ever. he remembered the way you screamed his name when he made you squirt for the first time.
it was incredible, passionate, messy . . . but in the process of all that he ended up hurting you.
his heart clenched when he remembered how you limped around the house, winced whenever you took a seat, the obscene amount of tea you drank to help with your sore throat.
he thought that night would’ve been the end of rough sex for you both, but little did he know you’ve been craving it for god knows how long.
he had to fix this. he had to take himself to a headspace he’s never been to before, and give his wife what she deserved—and that was everything underneath the sun.
he didn’t know the what the night would bring, but he made sure to call off work the next day in advance. if he was gonna give you what you wanted, he needed to make sure he was there to ground you, and take care of you for as long as you needed.
after his shower came his next mission; skimming over these damn books you were so crazy about.
he knew you had a hidden stash, but never mentioned it, or even took a peek at them to respect your privacy. these were desperate times, though, and if he was ever gonna find out how you wanted to be . . . fucked, he was gonna have to do a little research.
ony wasn’t too focused on dressing himself, so he settled on going shirtless with a pair of red and black plaid pajama pants that hung dangerously low on his hips.
he slowly made his way over to your side of the bed, and knelt down. peeking out from underneath the bed was a box, a box full of every dirty novel you could get your hands on. he plucked the first one he saw, and made quick work to skim over the pages.
surely enough there were highlighted paragraphs upon paragraphs of the dirtiest things he’s ever read.
the main character appeared to be getting face fucked, and by the looks of the multiple highlighted areas and tiny hearts blotted around the paragraphs, it seemed that you were very into it.
‘ she choked around his cock, spit and tears dribbling down her chin. she wanted to ask him to ease up, or maybe ease the ache between her thighs with his shoe, because she’s been so good. slicked pooled between her thighs, dampening the lace of her panties. she wanted to reach between her thighs, and just give her clit a teensy bit of relief, but she knew what would happened if she disobeyed. ’
“jesus christ . . ”
you’ve given ony head plenty of times, and never once have you asked him to ruin your throat like this.
he was astounded. it was hard to imagine you liking such things, but that was the beautiful part about being married—you learn new things even a decade into being together.
suddenly, a dull throb could be felt in ony’s pants. he wasn’t hard, but his cock definitely perked up a bit a the image of you, on your knees, with tears spilling down your cheeks because he was fucking your throat that hard.
he let out a low hum, and flipped a couple pages forward.
‘ “you like that?” he chuckled, smacking his palm against her pussy again. she was speechless. a drooling mess. each slap against her cunt made the coil in her stomach wind tighter and tighter, until she eventually came untouched with a loud cry. he could only laugh at the pathetic state she was in. “mm, you’re such a slut. say it. ’
if ony was wearing pearls, he’d surely be clutching them by now. how could he not know that he had a perverted little wife on his hands?
the sound of the back door shutting broke him out of his thoughts.
“i knowww, i knowww. i hear you, i really do, it’s just—oh? hold on, girl, let me call you back. i think ony’s home, his keys are on the table. babe?”
ony calmly shut the book, and set it back in the box. “i’m coming, sugar!” he called back, sliding the box underneath the bed.
as he descended down the stairs you weren’t too surprised that he was shirtless, but you were surprised at the fact that it looked like he was going commando?
you recognized that print anywhere, especially if it was hard.
your mouth opened, then closed, and when it opened again a confused sound came out. “w-what are you doing home so early?” you spoke softly, heart beginning to beat wildly when he wrapped his arm around you.
“pops lemme come home early . . missed you so much,” he murmured, pulling your body more into his. your lips parted in a small gasp when he shoved his head into the juncture between your neck and collarbone.
you heard a sniffle, and then a groan rumble in his chest. “you smell nice. you always smell so nice.”
his big hands kneaded at your hips over your shirt, and when he gave them a particularly hard squeeze you gasped.
“u-um, are you hungry? i could make you—um, m-make you a sandwich?” you didn’t mean to make it sound like a question, but with the way ony was peppering your neck in kisses . . . well, you weren’t able to do much thinking.
“honey, what’s gotten—oh!”
you could’ve fell to your knees, you really could’ve. you didn’t know what to expect from your husband, and his odd behavior, but you certainly weren’t expecting him to shove his hand in your shorts, and cup your pussy over your panties.
“i want you.”
the palm of his hand rubbed over your mound softly, and just as you were beginning to get into it, he retracted his hand. you didn’t have time to protest or whine, because seconds later he used that same hand to cup your jaw, and pull you in for a breathtaking kiss.
“can i have you?”
a beat passed, and then another.
“please.”
that was all onyankopon needed to hear. he tried to vision himself as the man in the story he just read. he was firm, mean, overly dominant. he had all the power, and the woman just turned into putty right in his hands. and let’s be real, ony is a man, he’s seen porn. he knew a few tricks or two to add into the mix.
well, here goes nothing.
ony spun you around, pinning you against his bare, hot chest. one hand softly wrapped around your throat, while the other groped at your breasts over your shirt. you let your head tilt back, lips parting in a soft moan.
“i want you,” ony repeated, giving the shell of your ear a tender kiss. he felt you up for a moment more, and then without warning, he pushed you forward, smushing your front into the wooden kitchen table in front of you.
“h-honey—!”
“shhh. stay still for me, mama,” he murmured, and with one swift tug, your shorts were pulled to your ankles, exposing your panty clad cunt to his hungry eyes. your pussy was practically swallowing the baby pink fabric, giving any a mouthwatering view of your chubby folds.
his pearly white front teeth caught onto his bottom lip, tugging gently on the plump flesh. “look at this pretty pussy,” he hummed, giving your ass a harsh smack before spreading your cheeks. “you gonna let me eat her?”
he could believe the words that were coming out his mouth. they were so vulgar, but you were feeding off it! the more he talked, the more the wet stain on the center grew.
your knees buckled when his thumb pressed against your clit. “i asked you a question, mama.”
“y-yes. yes, please.”
your heart hammered against your ribcage as he hooked his fingers into your panties. “relax. s’just me, your husband.” he pressed gentle kisses into the backs of your thighs hoping to soothe your trembles. “is what i’m doing okay? are you comfortable?”
his movements paused, waiting to hear you speak.
“yes. this is more than okay, honey. can—can i ask what’s gotten into you, though?”
he eyed your glistening folds, mouth watering at the sight of your clit peeking out from between the soft skin. “m’just feeling . . . spontaneous.”
suddenly nothing was funny anymore.
your brows scrunched together, the cogs in your brain quickly coming to a halt. you remember that word. you remember it very well because you said it about three times while you were on the phone with your friend.
you weren’t exactly sure when ony got home, but there was no way he could’ve heard your conversation. there was no way your ony was eavesdropping on you . . unless . . .
“d-did you say spontane—”
ony chuckled when he heard your hand smack against the table, a long whimper echoing throughout the room. he didn’t want you to ask any questions, he just wanted you to bask in the moment. so, he selfishly interrupted you by sucking your clit between his lips.
your husband was usually a very clean eater when it came to giving head, but today was a little different. ony started off extremely messy with it.
his fat, warm tongue delved between your folds, the tip of it swirling around your puffy clit.
“oh fuck . .” you sighed out, eyes fluttering from the sensation. he sucked your folds into his mouth, the slurping sounds that followed after had your ears ringing.
“babeeee pleaseeee. why’re you *huff* w-why—”
without warning you felt a sharp smack on your behind. you were speechless, absolutely speechless, but so. fucking. turned on.
“stop questioning me, and just take it. you think you can do that? think you can close that pretty lil mouth, n’ turn your brain off?”
you didn’t even get the chance to reply before ony’s mouth was back on your pussy, tongue flicking back and forth on your clit so quickly it had your lips trembling.
you felt something prod at your entrance and gasped, back arching into the table. it was ony’s nose. that beautiful, perfectly sculpted nose that you’ve joked about sitting on a multitude of times (to your girlfriends). he was so into eating your pussy that he didn’t even realize half of his face was submerged into the wet mess.
when you started back your hips up into his face, ony hummed in approval, his hand coming up to lay a firm smack on the fat of your ass.
“i-i think m’gonna cum,” you whimpered, bunching the poor tablecloth tightly between your manicured fingers.
and then suddenly, the warmth from ony’s mouth was gone, replaced with nothing but cool air. ony stood to his full height, and grabbed the back of your neck with a grunt. he pulled you up with little to no strength, and forced your eyes on him. saying you fell small under his stare was an understatement, you felt fucking microscopic.
“i’m kinda irritated with you, wife.”
“w-why—?”
“stop fuckin’ talking,” he growled, squeezing the back of your neck. your lips were closed in seconds, eyes becoming glossy, but not in a sad way—more like a ‘i’m so turned on i could start sobbing’ kinda way.
your eyes nearly rolled back when his hand cupped your pussy, palm rolling over slicked clit. “you’ve have me looking like a fuckin’ sucker for months now. had me being all sweet n’ gentle wit’ you . . whole time you wanted to be treated like this.” the last word was punctuated by him shoving two fingers passed your entrance.
he smushed his forehead against yours, breath tickling your face. “tell me i’m lying. go ahead, tell me.”
you sniffled, tears now pricking at the corners of yours eyes. “m’so sorry, b-baby, i just—”
“just what? kept your self unsatisfied all this time? and for what, hm? you know i’d do anything for you, ( ❤︎ ). even if it’s shit like this.” he pushed his fingers in more, and curled them, earning a high pitched moan from you.
god, his dick was so fucking hard it almost hurt, but he had to keep cool. he had to remain in control.
“got all those books hidden from me, n’ that’s what you’ve been hiding? didn’t want me to know you wanna get your throat fucked and your pussy spanked? huh?”
ony’s fingers were now moving at a mind numbing pace. a wet squelching noise pierced at your ears, making your body feel incredibly hot. this was the first time that you’ve been so wet that you were actually embarrassed.
“onyankopon pleaseee!”
“jesus christ, ( ❤︎ ).”
your body tensed up, completely stiffened as your orgasm came over you. your knees buckled, and if it weren’t for ony holding you up against him, you would’ve fell to your knees. trail after trail of pearl colored cream dripped down ony’s wrist and onto the floor, creating an even bigger mess.
you let out a weak cry when he roughly removed his fingers from your cunt, and cupped your breast over your shirt.
“that was so . . hot,” he whispered in your ear, trailing his hand upward to wrap around your neck.
all you could do was whimper, lips pushing into an adorable pout.
“don’t get tired on me now, baby,” ony chuckled, turning you around and lifting your body into his arms with ease, “we’re not even close to done. i have lots of making up to do.”
his words had you frowning, a furrow beginning to wedge its way between your brows. “babe you—you really don’t have to do this. i know you just got off work, and w-we should talk about this more, you know? i promise you don’t have any making up to do for me.”
ony set you down on your feet, and plopped onto the couch behind him. “i appreciate you for trying to spare my feelings, but let’s face it, you were hiding a whole part of yourself from me. there must’ve been something i did to make you feel like you couldn’t bring this kinda stuff up to try . . so yes, i do have quite a bit of making up to do,” he spoke softly, the softest you’ve heard him speak since he got home.
your pussy clenched around nothing when he slowly pulled his pajama pants down mid thigh, his fully hard cock smacking against his tummy. “now, will you please sit on it? it’s startin’ to hurt, sugar.”
you nibbled on your bottom lip, contemplating for only a minute before you were removing the rest of your clothes.
“goddamn . .” ony mumbled, tongue slowly running over his bottom. you mumbled out a shy ‘shut up’, and to his surprise, you turned around, your back now facing him. without thinking, ony spread his thighs, giving your more room to have a seat on his cock.
he grabbed the throbbing muscle gently, and once you were close enough, he swiped the tip through your dripping folds.
your hands found purchase on his knees, and after taking a deep breath, you dropped your weight, fully sheathing is dick inside you. the stretch burned, and was a little uncomfy, but the wet kisses ony pressed to your shoulders and back soothed the ache.
you lifted your hips, leaving about half of him still inside you, before slamming them back down. “mm, fuck, honey,” you whined out, drool pooling on the center of your tongue.
“god, i know,” ony breathlessly chuckled, teeth clamping onto his bottom lip. he could’ve busted right then and there when you grabbed one of your ass cheeks, and spread yourself out more for him, allowing him to completely fill you. “you’re so fuckin’ sexy for taking my dick like this—w-why have i never thought of this?”
as much as your husband loved looking at your blissed out face, he also veryyyy much enjoyed the view before him. your ass looked even phatter than usual in this position, and because of the angle, you were able to stroke his dick while you rode him.
“where did you learn this, hm?” you heard him pant out, followed by a sharp smack to your ass.
“j-just a little—hmph, just from a little reading. this position isn’t even that crazy,” you giggled, eyes fluttering shut at the way his curved tip knocked against that spongy spot deep inside of you.
a thick ring of cream was starting to form at the base of his dick, and after little thought, ony swiped his thumb against the essence, and brought it to his lips. before he could even savor the taste, you were circling your hips in his lap, bringing him a feeling of pleasure he’s never felt until this very moment.
“jesusssss christ,” he groaned out, head falling back against the plushness of the couch.
you glanced at him over your shoulder, and smirked. “hun, why are your eyes closed?”
ony’s eyes were squeezed shut, and his nose was twitching—it honestly looked like he was trying to not start crying.
he let out a shaky breath, “because i know if i look at you grinding on—f-fuck, grinding on m-me like that i’m gonna nut, and i’m not ready.”
a particular deep stroke had your arms giving out, making you fall into ony’s chest. “god, you’re s-so cute. hold my legs up, and thrust into me ‘kay? don’t go to hard, though.”
ony peeked one eye open, and hooked your legs over his forearms. usually he’d start off slow, and work his way into it, but right now the last thing he wanted to do was go slow. his pace thrusting into you was fast n’ sloppy, the complete opposite to what you were used to.
you reached back and cupped the side of ony’s face pulling him closer. each time he moaned, you moaned just as loud, like you were trying to tease him.
“oh god, i’m—i’m cummingggg!” you cried out, white, pedicured toes curling in ecstasy. ony fucked, yes fucked, you through your orgasm, a sloppy wet noise filling the quiet room.
you tried to close your thighs, but your man forced them right back open with a deep grunt. “please don’t try to deny me, baby. wouldn’t wanna accidentally hurt you,” he drunkenly whispered in your ear, sending shivers down your scorching back.
it was a threat, an empty threat, but it still had you clenching pathetically around his dick.
when your body had calmed, and was no longer trembling, ony carefully eased your legs off his arms. his hands were quick to run across your sweat slicked body, running over the pudge of your stomach to the soft mounds of your breasts.
“your pussy has never squeezed me like this before, i can’t believe this shit,” he breathed into your ear, rough fingers tweaking at your perked nipples.
“stopppp,” he heard you whine, chest arching into his hands.
your body had gone completely limp, but once ony had whispered in your ear for you to bend over the couch, you suddenly had a burst of energy, shimmying yourself off his twitching cock and arching over the armrest of the couch.
a giddy nervousness coursed through your veins, and went straight to clit, making you even wetter.
all ony could think about while staring is how divine the pearls of your essence looked dribbling down your slicked folds. ‘just one more taste . . one more’ he thought to himself as he leaned over, and delved his tongue between your folds.
sweet.
that was the first, and only word that came to mind as he sucked the cum from your cunt.
you were always so devilishly sweet. you had a good diet, but you also had an obsession with strawberries. ony lovedddd to swear up and down that you tasted like strawberries down there, even though it’s just not possible.
“good pussy,” he mumbled, gripping the fat of your ass before smacking it for the umpteenth time.
he stood up and propped one knee on the couch, immediately sliding his cock between your folds. his hands found purchase on the fat of your hips, thumbs gently running over the petal soft skin.
you let out a small moan when his big hand smushed your face into the armrest, keeping you in place. his thick tip tapped against your folds, and without warning, he was sheathing himself inside you once more.
“you’re so deep, baby,” you moaned softly, shimmying your ass against his pelvis. ony ran his tongue over his bottom lip, eyeing the way your pussy was struggling to take in his cock. “and you’re so fucking tight, mama,” he groaned, lips puckering to let out a glob of spit.
it fell in the space where his cock and your pussy met, and when he pushed in, he couldn’t help but chuckle at the loud squelching noise that followed.
“give me your arm.”
you weakly lifted up your left arm, and ony grasped it within seconds, pinning it to the small of your back. his eyes, wide and glazed over, glanced at the diamond ring on your finger, and he could’ve swore he felt his heart grow five times in size.
“don’t you ever—ever feel like you can’t tell me anything, okay? i know i like to go slow, but if you’re more into the fast paced shit, i’m down for it. don’t you know i’m down for anything you are? obviously not,” he growled, pushing his pelvis snug against the soft skin of your ass.
your feet kicked at the plush cushions below you, a whine bubbling in your throat. “okay, okay, i hear you! b-back up a little, you’re—fuck, you’re too deep!”
“good.”
the hand that was keeping your face squished in the couch, moved to your neck, pulling you upwards into his chest. “because if you ever hide anything from me again, i promise i won’t be as nice next time. unless you’d like that?”
his hips stilled, waiting for your response. it was in this moment that he could really feel you. the way your walls thrummed around his cock, the way your slick dripped down his balls and onto his thighs, the way the trembling in your body steadily increased the more he pounds into you.
you craned your neck to look up at him, and ony met you half way, nose brushing against yours.
“i’d . . um, i’d actually like that very much.” you didn’t mean for your voice to come out as small as it did, but it made ony want to devour you whole.
he gave you a smooch, and then another, and then he was slithering his tongue between your lips to lick at your own. when he pulled away there was a thin line of spit connecting your lips, “i swear you’re gonna be the death of me darlin’. you and this pretty face are gonna put me right in the grave.”
you elbowed at his mid section, earning a low grunt from him. “geez, what was that for?”
“don’t say stuff like that. i didn’t jump the broom with you just for you to leave me a few years in.” that had ony smiling against your lips, a deep chuckle rumbling in his chest.
“i love you so much, you know that?” he squeezed at your breast, and then your hip, careful not to do it too hard.
when you felt him pull out it had your lashes fluttering, that sensitive feeling returning to your lower tummy. you grinned, nosing at his cheek, “you’ve told me a few times, yes.”
the next few minutes were kind of a blur. one minute you two were kissing, and being cute, then the next you were riding him like a crazed woman.
ony was so beyond fucked out that all he could was grip your ass cheeks to keep him grounded. your pussy was so wet n’ so creamy, the sounds were driving him fucking crazy! he didn’t know how he’d gone so long without cumming, but he knew that time was quickly coming to a close.
“onyankopon open your mouth for me, honey,” you cooed, cupping his jaw with both hands.
he did as he was told without a second thought, kiss swollen lips parting with a small moan following. he didn’t know what to expect exactly since this was an evening of trying new things, but you spitting in his mouth definitely wasn’t on the list.
it was warm, sweet, probably from the lemonade/wine concoction you were sipping on earlier. and when you gently closed his mouth for him, that’s what had him nutting with a choked moan.
his strong arms wrapped around your waist, holding you in place while he fucked up into you at a speed so ungodly, you surely thought the couch legs were gonna turn into nothing but splinters.
“fuck, fuck fuckkkkk, baby, m’cumming so fuckin’ hard.” he was panting in your ear like a dog in a rut, completely desperate and pussydrunk.
the feeling of his cock twitching wildly again your sensitive walls triggered your own orgasm, and with a high pitched squeal, you were lifting yourself up to cum the hardest you’ve ever cum. it came out of you like a stream, soaking ony’s lower half and the couch.
your jaw clenched, mind too overstimulated and nerves on fire. you collapsed against his chest, your lower half trembling violently under his gentle hands.
“ugh, i can feel you dripping out of me . . gross,” he heard you whine into his skin.
“gross? what do you mean gross—you were just begging for that shit a few minutes ago!”
you couldn’t help but giggle at how easily it was to rile your husband up, but you decided not to push any further, because once ony got started, it was impossible to stop him.
“fuck, i can’t believe it’s about to be eight. we just had sex for, like, three hours with no breaks.”
“i knowwww, wasn’t it great?” you murmured, fighting for dear life to keep your eyes open.
those random bursts of energy you had not too long ago were long gone, leaving you a limp, tired mess in your husbands arms. your pussy was incredibly sensitive, clenching around nothing at the littlest of contact.
ony ran his hands all along your back, carefully massaging the smooth skin. “we’re gonna have to get up soon so you can pee,” he mumbled into your hair, earning soft spoken protests from you.
“can we just stay here a little bit longer? please?”
and here onyankopon found himself again, questioning how he could ever say no to you when you sounded oh so sweet with that blissed out, post nut look on your face.
