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Type: Oc x Post timeskip!Kidou Yuuto
Tw: NSFW, oral sex (male rec), p in v, unprotected (cover the willy guys!!!), praise kink, slight bdsm, use of coach sexually😳 and oh my god this was so filthy, creampie. If please I've not said something let me know!!!; NOT PROOFREAD
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As your team finally ran off field you all approached your coach: Kidou Yuuto.
His stern look hidden by his glasses focuses on your captain as she speaks «So... coach! We won!» «Yes, I saw that» «Saki was definitely our MVP for this match!» you smiled briefly, feeling shy as the attention focused on you, but you couldn't help the way you were finally hoping for coach Kidou to finally congratulate you.
«She still has much to learn» as those words sink in, your small smile disappears completely from your face, you nod as he looks at you with attention, making you feel even smaller.
«Oh, come on Saki! You shouldn't care about what he says anyway!» your captain whispers as the coach walks away, giving your team the chance to change,. Holding your shirt you take a breath, trying to steady yourself «It's alright, don't worry about it».
As the days went on you team kept winning, but Kidou Yuuto was far from giving finally that piece of praise you all were waiting for. But mostly it was you: why couldn't he just say that he was proud of you? Why couldn't he just show you? It was definitely getting on your nerves, making you feel different from the others: why no one cared as much as I did? Why was he so cold? Was I not doing enough? But as much you wanted to just hide yourself in a hole, you knew much better than this, you were strong enough to keep going, even if eventually it would've impacted even harder on yourself.
"Saki, can I ask you to stay here after practice?" Your heart skipped a beat as you automatically nodded, shyly backing off as he watched your every move.
Recently practice hasn't been best, as you were too scared to not being able to keep up. Kidou Yuuto's words sank in your heart at your every breath, at your every thought. Recently, it has been so hard to ever think about something other than his brown hair and his cold stare, surely he was not an evil man, but you couldn't help but wonder why was he so dismissive of you.
«Lately, your practice hasn't been any good, any ideas why?» you looked up at him, as you sat in his office that was right next to the college's indoor practice field. He stared right at you, almost as if he was searching something across your body. «I'm sorry... Lately I've just been... Distracted» there was no way you would've told him the truth, besides it was half-real, as you couldn't just stop thinking about him. «Distracted? Really? Seems like being this team's MVP got to you, you don't slack off...» «But... Coach...» he roughly tapped his hand on his mogany desk, a clear yet subtle display of his power «No buts, you either tell me your real motive or you'll just sit on the bench until you take your decision» you backed down in your seat as he kept looking at you. It was time to finally tell him the truth «Coach, how can I be this team's MVP if you can't say anything about how I play other than "she could be better"?» for a moment he looked surprised, he's never really seen you this tensed about something, then he realized his mistake.
Slowly he walked over to your seat, standing in front of you as his tall frame coveres you entirely «You know I've been saying these things to keep you from slacking off, seems like it made another effect on you» «But... How could you think this could've helped me?» «Have you seen your team? They keep doing better... I just thought it would've helped you too» as you see his hand reach up to your face you don't reply, letting him talk more «How can I make it better for you?» he whispered, locking your eyes with his, as his hands moved to your lips «Should I tell you how much of a good girl you've been? Playing just like I want you to» as you slowly nod, you mouth automatically opens taking his thumb in it, it made him chuckle, «Aren't you such a good girl?», it made you feel powerless.
As you sucked on his thumb he abruptly pulled it out.
«Do you really want this, Saki?» «I.. I do...» «You want your coach to show you just how much he really likes you, right?» «Yes... Coach» he tilted his head, his hand now moving to unbuckle his belt «Then shouldn't you show me just how much you like your coach first? Or else, how can I reciprocate?» you nodded. That's all it took.
Now you were looking at him deep in his eyes, as his length presented itself in front of you: he was hard, painfully hard.
«Do you have any ideas of how many times your coach has looked at you with so much filthy thoughts...?» as you clenched your legs together he dragged his cock around your lips, lightly slapping your cheek with it, almost as if he was urging you to suck him off.
As you licked his tip you could feel him squirm under your touch, his hands traveled to your long, messy white hair, holding it in a ponytail. «That's right... Show your coach just how much ah- fuck... just how much you want him».
You've never heard of him cuss out before. That was hot. You're fucked (literally).
You took him in your mouth speeding slightly up your peace, you head bobbing up and down his cock, as you couldn't help but clench your legs in hope of some relief too. And he noticed that, he definitely did.
«You wanna touch yourself? Ah... Go on» he panted, but you couldn't even register what he said as you felt his grip on your hair get more intense, his hips moving as he started fuck your throat. «I said go... Fuck... On» and woah, that solely could've made you cum.
You spreaded your legs open, you hand travelling towards you shorts as you started to circle your clothed clit. «I wanna see... How beautiful you are...ngh... Take off those pants for me...» you nodded and did so, still trying to keep up with the pace he created around your mouth. Now circling your naked clit you couldn't help but moan around his length, sending vibrations straight to his core, his movements were getting sloppier, his hips making a new pace every now and then. His groans made you feel week in your knees «Fucking... Ah... Finger that cunt» he managed to spat a few words out, as his mouth kept making sinful noises. His hands kept pulling your hair harder, sweat covered his forehead and a faint blush appeared on his cheeks. You started with a finger but that wasn't enough, you needed more, more than just a few fingers.
Slowly he releases your hair, backing as you whine, following him with your eyes «Can't waste my cum... I wanna stuff it deep inside you, come here» he whispered the second part, making you get up to sit on his desk, his fingers rapidly replacing yours as he pumped his digits inside of you. With one hand he took off his glasses, gorgeous red eyes looked at you with sin, and a soft grin was the last thing you saw before he closed any distance between the two of you.
The kiss was eager, powerful as he used one of your moans to slip his tongue in, asserting dominance «Tell me what do you need» «Coach... I need you to fuck me...» rapidly he cupped one of your clothed breasts, his other hand pulling off you to use your juices, that coated it wholly, as a lube on his cock.
Sinking in he was fast to bottom out «Such a good girl, look at you... all ruined for me, pretty» he whispered against your lips as the few seconds to adjust he gave you spoiled away, he started to move. And god he was fast, one of his thrusts alone you were sure could've made you cum if you weren't that much teased by him. Fastly thrusting inside if you once and then moving slowly, just to repeat it all again. «Please...» «Please what?» «Please... I wanna cum» «I really want to too, what do you think if I just fill you up to the brim with my cum?» you let out a whine as he started to thrust into you faster than before, his hand skillfully reaching in between the two of you to rub your clit. Fast enough you both found yourselves reaching your own peak and even when you were both coming down of your high, he kept himself inside of you, his face in the crook of your neck, leaving small kisses on it.
cw *ೃ༄ mentions/descriptions of depression, reader is depressed, mentions of self-harm, mentions of dark thoughts, let me know if I missed anything !
summary *ೃ༄ how capitano takes care of you when you feel at your worst.
note *ೃ༄ ive gotten about two requests back-to-back about (insert character) x depressed reader and i'm glad that you guys feel comfortable enough to allow me to write these pieces that comfort so many different people; remember to take care of yourself + get sunlight and drink lots of water, for we are nothing if not fragile plants hehe <3
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ᡣ𐭩 . . Capitano is all too familiar with the torment of the human mind, despite not being human anymore. He, who constantly hears the broken souls of his comrades, is no stranger to the perils of depression. He’s lost much in his life but despite this, He moves forward and focuses on his goals, not giving in to the darkness that surrounds him. Capitano doesn’t blame you for your troubles and instead seeks to take care of you, since that’s what you need most.
ᡣ𐭩 . . Capitano personally bathes you himself if you cannot bring yourself to emerge from the comfortable mattress of his king-sized bed. He makes sure to lather your skin in your favorite scents; Lavender, Vanilla, Cinnamon- whatever it is that you like most, you better believe he’ll have a body-scrub and lotion in those scents prepared just for you. It isn’t some sexual thing, but rather a moment of tenderness that transcends the typical intimacy between two beings who hold great affection for one another.
“Is this alright? Please, tell me if I hurt you.” because in his most tender moments, he is afraid of harming you, even if he treats you as if you were made of glass.
ᡣ𐭩 . . Capitano is nothing if not committed to the act of caring for you when your episodes get particularly bad. He understands if your appetite decreases but tries to eat together with you more often to aid in it. The man knows he can’t magically take it away —though he wishes he could— so he resorts to physically being there more than usual, hoping that his presence can comfort you even if it’s only for a moment.
ᡣ𐭩 . . If you tend to binge-eat when you’re depressed, he makes sure to prepare your most desired sweets; He’ll import anything from Mondstadt or Inazuma if it’d bring a soft smile to your face. However, Capitano still wants you to take care of yourself, so he doesn’t allow you to binge eat so often that it could be a damage to your overall wellbeing. Humans are fragile and he knows this from experience.
ᡣ𐭩 . . If it’s the seasonal type of depression, he’ll offer to take you with him on his expeditions to Natlan for the meantime; He knows it can get lonely in the wintry lands of Snezhnaya, where the estate is located, so he takes you with him and allows you to run freely among the warmth of the nation where the sun always shines and the nights are fresh instead of biting cold. He spends as much time as he can with you there; Taking you out to try Natlan’s various savoury dishes or admiring the local flora, whatever makes you happy and lifts the weight off of your shoulders.
ᡣ𐭩 . . However, if your episodes are more debilitating, he makes sure the housekeepers and attendants are more aware of your condition; The last thing he wants is for you to get hurt or hurt yourself. If you tend to self-harm to alleviate the stresses of your condition, he’s making sure there aren’t any sharp objects or other objects you could use to harm yourself. Capitano understands where you’re coming from, but the last thing he’d do is allow you to inflict such pain on yourself.
ᡣ𐭩 . . If you have scars from previous self-harming, Capitano handles it with care. He, too, has scars. The only difference is that the two of you got them as a result from fighting two different battles. Whereas he fought to save his people, you’re fighting to find a reason to keep breathing. He thinks you’re strong and he lets you know this when he whispers it into your ears at nightfall; When your limbs are entangled with one another and it’s only you and him, he kisses your scars and believes you to be a divine woman, regardless of the marks on your wrists, arms or thighs.
ᡣ𐭩 . . When you express the dark thoughts you often harbor at this time, he doesn’t ostracize you for it. Instead, he listens to you speak your mind. Dark thoughts surrounding yourself or others are met with acceptance; Capitano doesn’t make you feel guilty or as if you’re a burden —no, he only handles you with the utmost care and makes sure that others do the same. Anyone caught putting unnecessary pressure on you will have to deal with the consequences.
ᡣ𐭩 . . If you decide that you need to speak to a professional to get better, he is more than ready to provide you with a therapist. He checks up on you before and after your sessions to make sure that your therapist is treating you well and that you’re walking slowly towards your goals.
ᡣ𐭩 . . He understands if all you want to do is lay with him in bed; Capitano wouldn’t mind taking a few days off and the Tsaritsa is more than happy to let the strongest of her harbingers take a break to tend to his lover. On those days, he tasks himself with taking care of you instead of letting the attendants and housekeepers do it. He’s happy with spending a quiet day with you and letting you know he cares just by existing alongside you.
ᡣ𐭩 . . He’ll read books to you until you fall asleep because he’s old-fashioned in that sense. He’ll let you play with his hair, hell- he’ll even let you trace his scars if it means you’ll feel a little better than the depression you were dwelling in right now. Capitano knows that he cannot fix your mind with his bare hands, but he’ll be damned if he doesn’t at least try to make you more comfortable in times like this.
In which, you decide to surprise Fubuki to help him relieve his tension (and yours too)
Pairings; Fubuki Shirou x Reader (inazuma eleven)
Content warning; NSFW, established relationship, use of pet names, no use of y/n, AFAB reader, lingerie, smut smut smut, lmk if I missed something.
Before you read; hi guys!!! ♡ this is my first ever smut and writing something like this so pls be gentle on me </3 feedback is appreciated. ALSO FUBUKI BRAINROT RAHHHH. (El I'm looking at you)
Lately, you've noticed Fubuki has been far too busy. Far too busy for your liking. It's football season, and he has been out of the house for longer periods of time. And when he would come home, you would have dinner, and after kissing you sweetly, he'd pass out beside you on the bed within minutes. Then he'd wake up at 5am the next day, quietly so he wouldn't disturb you, and leave the house after kissing your forehead. This has been going on for the past 4 weeks, and you're getting a little bit too needy.. in more ways than one.
You've tried, and you've really tried a lot to not bother him. It's an important month, with back to back matches for the team he coaches, and you're not blind to the rigorous training required for football. But your patience is running thin. It's not your fault though. Your fingers can hardly satisfy you anymore, not after you know what it means to have sex with Shirou who leaves you a crying, writhing mess and makes you see stars.
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And so you make a plan— to surprise him. You know it has been rough for him too.He's often frustrated, wanting his team to be the best one in the prefecture, and it's getting to his head— keeping him tensed most of the time. So you, being the good girlfriend you are, know exactly what to do.
Shirou has a one day-break from any kind of matches or training coming up around the corner. And as the day slowly started approaching, you received the lingerie you had ordered just in time. You opened the package with a slight giggle, your mind already beginning to imagine your beloved's reaction when you surprise him.
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"Good morning, handsome." You smile as you wake up Shirou, showering him with at least a hundred kisses all over his face, jaw, and neck. You're happy he's in bed with you till later today, and you're finally getting to wake up with him beside you. A raspy chuckle leaves him, which makes butterflies swarm in your stomach. He closes his eyes and happily accepts the love he is currently being endowed with. "Mmm good morning love." He says as he brushes a strand of stray hair away from your eyes, looking at you with the most adoring eyes that make your cheeks feel warm.
The morning rolls smoothly, and you shower Shirou with all the love that you possibly can, trying to make up for the past few weeks, and your love for him is bursting through the roof. Shirou, on the other hand, is beaming. His droopy eyes seem to be twinkling, his face glowing softly and his heart brimming with warmth and gratitude for you. He's basking in your affection.
During the evening, Shirou leaves for a 20-minute jog and this is the perfect opportunity for you to execute your plan.
"Sweetheart, I'm home." Shirou calls out as he closes the door behind him. He removes his shoes and furrowed his eyebrows a bit when he doesn't receive a response. He felt refreshed, and now, all he wanted to do now was cuddle with you and maybe go out for dinner if you were up for it..
"In here!" You squeaked from your bedroom nervously a few moments later, suddenly feeling all shy with the extremely teasing set you were wearing when you heard Shirou's footsteps in the hall.
Shirou steps in the room, which is illuminated only by soft candlelight. He stops in his steps when his gaze lands on you, and he stands still, dead still. His hands are frozen by his sides, his heartbeat begining to race dangerously, and his eyes widen.
You're slightly nervous because of the lack of reaction, and you put your hands behind your back, your chest heaving softly, "Wanted to surprise you, Shirou, you've been too stressed lately.." You say with a teasing smile as you bite your lip, hoping he's impressed.
He gulps heavily as his eyes trail over your figure. You were clad in the prettiest thing he had ever seen. It was a two piece, lavender in colour, adorned with small net flowers on the sides. Also, it was sheer, leaving nothing to the imagination, and gosh did you look like an angel sent directly from the heavens to bless his eyes. Your tits were perky and standing stiff against the thin material of the clothe, your ass barely covered by the frilly skirt like piece attached to the lacy thong, and Shirou couldn't stop his eyes from hungrily ravaging the sight in front of him.
"Is this.. for me..?" Shirou breathes out, in a dangerously low tone, finally finding his voice as he slowly walks towards you. His head dips into the curve of your neck as he takes in a shuddering breath, filling his senses with your presence, his hands coming to grip your sides in an extremely possessive manner.
"Mmhm. Do you like it?" You whisper in his ear, and his grip tightens on your hips. "Like it? I'm holding myself back from devouring you this instant and taking you right against the wall. So yes, I do like it. God, i love it angel." He says lowly, which makes your stomach clench as you gulp. You catch his lips in a fierce and intense kiss, hooking your arms around his neck, and Shirou's hands travel all over your body, feeling your soft skin and caressing everywhere he can as he kisses you passionately. He slightly buckled his hips forward towards your crotch, and you could feel him even through the layers of his clothing. He's already hard, painfully so, and the action seemed to cause both of you to let out a sigh.
"Please, you can do whatever you wanna. I need you so bad Shirou." You say in a pleading tone, as your hands weave through his soft locks, a string of saliva connecting your lips as you break the kiss for a moment to look into his eyes, which are half-lidded, and heavy with desire. "Aww is my baby needy for me?" He says in a breathy tone, resting his forehead against yours. You nod eagerly, abandoing all shame. It has been far too long since youve had him inside you. "Yes god yes please" You whine out, unable to contain yourself anymore. "I want you on the bed sweetheart. Right now." Shirou whispers in your ear and watches you as you quickly go and lie down on the bed obediently, looking at him with glossy eyes. "Such a good girl for me." He mutters under his breath.
Shirou takes off his shirt, and you shamelessly indulge in his form. His abs are rock hard as a result of his athletic career, his shoulders broad, and his chest is well defined. Despite countless times seeing him like this, the sight never failed to make your heart and your pussy throb. Within seconds his pants and boxers are discarded by the bed.
You squeel lightly when he's suddenly on top of you, almost pouncing on you. His lips attack your collar bones as he kisses, and sucks on your sensitive skin hungrily. He's propped up on top you with one of his forearms resting on the bed beside your head and his other hand comes up to your chest. He plays with the lacey fabric that cover your tits and then pulls it down, his lips are immediately on one of your nipples, licking and sucking greedily, while his free hand plays with the other one, slighly rolling your pebbled end between his nimble fingers. Soft gasps leave your parted lips as your hands tug on his hair. "Aha Shirou fuuuck yes... oh my godddd missed you, missed this soo much" You babble, already beginning to feel like putty in his hands. His hard cock is brushing against your lower body and you feel a pool forming between your legs. "Shirou please can't wait any longer" you whimper, voice slightly high.
"So needy today." He chuckles at your whiny form. You pout, lips shiny with saliva " 's not my fault you've been so busy lately" "I'm so sorry, didn't know my baby was missing my cock so much, yeah?"
You gasp when his dick rubs against your clit as he says that. "No—no I missed you too, your presence, everything I swearrr" you say breathlessly, wanting to desperately prove him you're not just cock-hungry, when in fact,— you where.
Quickly, Shirou pulls off your frilly panties, and slips inside your folds, your wetness making it easy for him. You both groan at the feeling together. You pant and struggle for a moment as Shirou enters deeper into you. You don't think you'll ever get used to his girth and long length as your walls clamp down onto him.
"Fuckk baby..." Shirou throws his head back, beginning to move shallowly as he brings his hand under your thighs and presses them towards your chest. "'M gonna make sure I stuff you all nice— and full— today *thrust* yeah" He groans as he starts snapping his hips wildly. He drags his cock all the way out and pushes it back in aggressively, making you mewl and cry out loud, nails digging into his shoulder. "Don't want my angel feeling empty *thrust*" He continues, as he picks up a faster pace.
The sound of skin smacking against skin fills the room, along with your moans and cries as you repeatedly call out his name. "Shirou— fuck— oh god, don't stop Shirou" A bit of spit drools out from the side of your mouth, as your eyes roll back in pleasure. "Gonna come inside you angel, you'd like that yeah?" Shirou says as he pants, his pace never once slowing down, as he pistons his hips into you.
"Mhm yes! Please! please come inside me." You cry out. "I'm close Shirou, gonna—gonna cum!" "Fuck, cum angel. Come for me, cmon." Shirou groans. "Shirou, Shirou, Shirouuu!" It's so lewd, the way you cry out his name like a mantra, voice finally dying in your throat as you orgasm, and everything goes white for a moment.
Your body feels like it's on fire, a tear pooling at the end of your eye from the pleasure and you wail loudly, as your pussy spasms. Shirou fucks you through your orgasm chasing his own, making you mewl from the movement and he finally feels himself release inside you as he groans loudly. Thick white ropes of cum shoot out into you, making you feel extremely hot, and you both are panting.
You look at Shirou, his lavender hair is sticking to his forehead due to sweating, and his eyes are half lidded. He slowly pulls out with a plop, and you moan lightly, already missing his length. Shirou falls down beside you, his hand draping across your chest, and you turn slightly on your side to face him. He smiles at you, an adoring and love sick smile and you can't help but giggle, still feeling high from the pleasure. "Well that was definitely stress releiving" He says with a chuckle and you grin. You kiss him, and he kisses you back and its so so soft.
What's not soft though, is his cock, which is once again beginning to harden at the sight of your flushed state. You feel him pressed against you, as you glance down. "Again?" You whisper cheekily ."Again." He nods with a suggestive smile.
andy's notes: here's to my favorite super-sleepy hero, and to the people on this app who are as obsessed with him as i am.
cws: smut nsfw, 18+, many many warnings lmao but some highlights: breeding, oral (f and m receiving), dirty talk, brat taming, dom/sub, masturbation, sex toys, Daddy/sir kink
A = Aftercare (what they’re like after the act)
One of the best at aftercare in terms of emotional check-ins. He’s rerouting your synapses every time you fuck, so he makes sure to bring you back down to earth gently. He always confirms with you that you liked everything (and if you didn’t, what to do next time) while holding you close and playing with your hair.
B = Body part (favorite body part, their own or their lover’s)
Ass. Man. 👏 Loves smacking it, laying on it, watching it jiggle when you walk or popped high in the air when you suck his cock.
On him? Probably his hands (mostly because you won’t stop drooling over them and begging him to choke off your air supply).
C = Cum (anything that has to do with it)
Big ol' breeding kink for this man, so expect him to cum inside you CONSTANTLY. He's also not big on masturbating, so when he cums, he cums a LOT.
D = Dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory)
Loves to cum on your face. A part of him feels guilty, but the primal side of him wins out every time he sees his creamy seed all over your pretty lips.
E = Experience (do they know what they’re doing)
I don’t see him as much of a one-night stand kind of guy, but he’s had a few serious partners and learned what he likes.
F = Favorite position
Doggy or missionary. (He’s an old man and he likes what he likes.)
Doggy because he likes to manhandle your hips and ass while he's grunting into your cunt.
Missionary for the intimacy and the eye contact. He loves to say the nastiest shit while you looking you right in the eye.
G = Goofy (how serious are they)
He’s not cracking jokes by any means, but he loves to tease you and make you blush.
H = Hair (grooming habits)
Y'all, this dude is a MAN. Constant five-o-clock shadow that scratches at your inner thighs until he grows it out enough to be soft. Dark hair on his chest that tapers down to the yummiest happy trail. Well-maintained pubic hair. If he’s not dating someone, he’ll let it get a little crazy, but cleans it up as soon as he has someone.
I = Intimacy (in the moment romantic or rough/dirty)
He’s a mixture of both, and you never know what you’re gonna get *faints* You'll be in the middle of the filthiest fuck of your life, and Aizawa will randomly start telling you how beautiful you are and how much he wants to marry you.
J = Jack off (do they masturbate and how often)
I don’t know why, but I do not see this man masturbating unless he’s as down bad as he can go. Like he feels insane because he’s twisting his cock like a teenager over you.
K = Kink (kinks what they like possibly unusual)
I think he’s experimental and willing to discover kinks with you BUT his main ones: breeding, breath play, edging/overstimulation, brat taming, D/s, daddy/sir kink, somnophilia
L = Location (where they like to get it on)
Prefers to fuck you somewhere private.
Within your own home, though, any room is fair game. If he had to pick, he would say the bedroom first (he's a romantic), and the kitchen second (because of how many times he’s eaten you out on the counter).
M = Motivation (things that makes them tick/turn ons)
Intelligence/competency. If you're really good at your job/super knowledgeable about a subject, he's grabbing the back of your neck and dragging you off to the bedroom.
Otherwise, he’s a pretty simple guy: lingerie, red lipstick, his old shirt... doesn't matter. He’s into YOU.
N = No (turnoffs or absolutely won’t do)
Don’t really see him being into pegging. no matter how much I might want this
O = Oral (receiving or giving and how skillful they are)
He’s a giver!! Loves nothing more than making you go dumb on his tongue over and over again. He’s patient, too, so he always winds you up to the edge and holds you there until you’re wailing at him to let you cum.
When you return the favor, he’s the most appreciative motherfucker on earth. Raining praise on you about how well you suck his cock.
P = Pace (how fast they are and how long they last in bed)
Strong, measured strokes. He doesn’t like to go fast unless he’s worked you up and you’re begging him to.
Q = Quickie (do they prefer fast and hard)
He doesn’t hate quickies but he certainly doesn’t love them.
R = Risk (do they like to try new things)
Depends on his partner. If you want to try new things, he's happy to oblige. But I don't think he would be disappointed if you weren't naturally willing to take risks or try new things all the time.
S = Stamina (how many times they can go and how long each round lasts)
Okay, I love him, but he is tired. I think on a good day, he can do two or three rounds if you give him some time to recover, but he usually prefers one long session and a long cuddle after.
T= Toys (are they game for using sex toys on themselves or lovers)
Definitely the type to see sex toys as an important addition to the bedroom and not as competition.
however
Say he's out on a mission and specifically tells you not to use your vibrator until he gets home... and you ignore that? expect to be denied your orgasm for hours
U = Unfair (how do they tease or do they enjoy suspense themselves)
Literally all he has to do is rest his hand on your lower back and whisper into your ear that he wants to go home and you're ready for him.
V = Volume (are they loud, what sounds, and do they talk)
King of talking you through it. Once he finds out you like his voice, he uses it to his advantage (see above lmao). Can get you wet just by saying a few key phrases. Tends to grunt and groan during the act itself. Whimpers only when he’s really sensitive and you suckle the tip of his cock.
W = Wild card (random sincannon of any sort)
Maybe this is just me projecting, but CNC 🤭
X = X-ray (what’s down below in dem pants)
7 inches and girthy. Like you need prep every time kind of girthy. Nice little curve to the tip. Uncut.
Y = Yearning (sex drive level)
When he’s not in a relationship, it's almost nonexistent. The man has a lot of shit on his plate!
When he's in a relationship, though, his sex drive slowly builds back up and when you’re alone together, he's almost always touching you.
Z = Zzzz (do they sleep after if so how quickly after)
He’s a tired man!!! He always makes sure you’re comfy and taken care of before he drops off, but once he does, he’s OUT.
🍓Couldn’t get sending Harumasa nudes out of my head and then I saw @mini-ism post about Caesar going through Livhters phone and had Jimmy Neutron Brain blast. (My moots are so awesome and talented and everyone should give them love). Like... what DO they have on their phone, if anything? So that's what this is. Also took this as my chance to write for my favorite straight white cat boy Seth.
Tw: Nsfw; recording during sex; rough sex (all); somnophilia (Harumasa); breeding kink (Seth); bottom harumasa and seth; Mommy kink (seth); grammar errors (inevitable)
Info: Fem bodied reader (no pronouns i think? use of mommy though); Harumasa x Reader; Lighter x Reader; Seth x Reader; I tried to add plot but who am I kidding this is porn
Harumasa Asaba
The first time Asaba Harumasa asked to record you during sex, you declined. He'd wanted it so he could use it at work, during those days that he really needed you most. It's not like you were shy about your body, especially not with him. He'd seen you naked a million times and done more than just admire your body on numerous occasions. You just didn't want to do it, not with the risk of his very important friends possibly seeing them. The idea of sweet Sokaku sneaking on his phone and somehow finding the videos was mortifying, to say the least. The consequences afterward would probably be even worse, you'd never be able to look Yanagi in the eyes again.
So, you told him no, and who is Asaba to press you on something like that. Feminism was hot, or whatever. He just wanted to see what he could get away with. Little did he know he planted a seed in your brain that kept on growing and growing until, one night, you asked him if he was still into the whole recording you thing.
He wanted to say "No fucking duh." But instead, he smiled and nodded all cute-like, "Oh? I thought you didn't want to? Don't tell me you've been holding out on me now..." And thus began your unexpected obsession with making amateur porn.
Harumasa isn't an idiot, of course, he keeps everything in a hidden folder within a hidden folder, accessible via a password only he knows. (He would give up any chance at living a long life to keep Sokaku as far away from his porn stash as possible). It's surprisingly well organized, coming from him at least. Categorized by type (picture and videos), who was topping, and which kinks you indulged in.
His personal favorites, though, are saved in a separate folder within those already existing folders. They're his go-to when he's feeling so very pent up at work and needs release fast enough that Yanagi won't come looking for him. Like right now, the phone under the desk and the volume just loud enough that only he could make it out by straining his ears. A little treat for his hard work today.
The first one starts out with shaky camera work -- you'd grabbed and started recording in a hurry like you realized this one would make good content for him. (You were right, as usual). The sun is peaking through the curtains of his dark apartment, and with the light, he can just barely make out his sleeping face. You pan the camera down, and one of your hands is gently tracing along his slowly hardening cock, already free and begging for you to suck it. It jumps in your hand as you rub the tip, and then all of a sudden the camera flips and he gets to see your face. You have eyebags under your eyes and your hair is sticking out in several places with little bruises littering your collarbones. Just how he likes you. Shuffling follows and the camera jerks around awkwardly until it rests on his abdomen and refocuses on you, dick still in hand and eyes blinking innocently at the camera.
You tap the tip against your cheek a few times, Harumasa's hips pressing up into your hand as you do so. You smile a little at him offscreen, and it's almost affectionate until you swallow him down in one go. What you can't fit in your mouth you fist with your hand, bobbing in a perfectly trained rhythm that he knows would have him seeing stars. His hips awkwardly jerk, but you take him so well that it doesn't even bother you. The camera shifts again as Harumasa himself begins to wake up. A confused, "Oh fuck," is moaned out in the background, just barely audible over the heavenly sound of you sucking and swallowing him up. Then, your eyes flutter up, right as a hand fists its way into your hair. The video cuts shortly after that, leaving the rest of it up to his impeccable memory.
The next one is a bit longer, and honestly humiliating for him, but he can't get enough of it. Again you're holding the camera, but this time he is awake. It starts with your hand on his ass, marked with the harsh imprint of your strikes, bright and red and sure to bruise (it did). You make sure to get a good angle of yourself pounding him into the sheets, the sounds of squelching mixed with incoherent babbling from him something sinful. You glide your hand over his bare back, camera following along, then tug on his fluffy black hair. He lets out a pathetic whine as you push the camera into his fucked out face. Cheeks red, drool dripping down his chin, eyes watery and unfocused. It's all he can do to answer you when you finally ask, "You were a good boy today, weren't you Harumasa? Tell the camera how good you were today."
"Yessss, 'm a very good boy~" He hiccups out through your harsh thrusts.
You coo at him, pressing a little kiss to his cheek which gets him smiling like a moron in the video, "You know what good boys get to do, right?"
He visibly jolts in the frame, right as you wrap your pretty fingers around his swollen cock just out of frame. A whorish moan leaves his mouth as you pick up the pace, determined to make him cum. His whole face twists in pleasure as he cries out your name, releasing all over your fingers and the sheets. The camera flips, and you're giggling as you spread the covered hand playfully for the camera. "Such a good boy~" You hum, and the video cuts as you begin sucking each finger clean.
The last one he has, which is the only one where he's holding the camera, is his personal favorite. You're in the Section 6 office, legs spread out and perched wobbly on the arms of his desk chair. Miyabi, Yanagi, and Sokaku were all out for lunch and you'd been so sweet to bring him the one he'd 'accidentally' forgotten at home. His pace was fast and rough as he slammed into you. He preferred taking things slow, but even he had to admit he liked the thrill of a quicky in such an open area. One hand comes down to hold your thigh at a different angle, and you let out the squeakiest excuse for his name he'd ever heard. "I thought you didn't want them to see you like this... you're awfully contradictory~" He teases from behind the camera, not that you have it in you to do anything but whine at him. "What would Miyabi think of you..." He tuts, "and poor Tsukishiro might have a heart attack... how shameless can you be?"
He zooms in on your face, head thrown back and mouth stuck wide open with empty gasps just begging to become moans. Your body shakes as his thrusts become less fast and more rough, skin slapping against skin in the quiet office on the very desk he was scrolling through his phone. He can see his name form on your lips.
"Harumasa," Came Yanagi's voice instead, he jumps, quickly locking his phone and slipping it into his pocket, "I understand paperwork is boring, but scrolling on your phone is-"
"Unacceptable, I know," He sighs, "I'm getting to it I promise. Just... right after a quick bathroom break, okay?"
He's up and gone before she can respond, already deciding which video he should watch to fix his little issue. Oh! Or he could ask you for a new one right now, it'd been a minute since he'd gotten you masturbating.
Lighter Lorenz
Lighter didn't get the appeal of it at first. Why would he settle for videos and pictures when the real thing was so much better? Just didn't make sense to him, but sure, he'd let you do what you want. You were damn adorable with how excited you got when he said yes to another video or picture.
It wasn't until an extended period of time away from you that he realized how badly he was missing out. He was horny and you were too far away to do anything about it and no matter what he imagined he could not get off for the life of him. So, he caves and asks you to send one of those videos you'd made. It was probably the fastest he'd cum by himself since getting with you.
Lighter admits defeat, you were right, those videos are something else. Not nearly as good as the real thing, but close enough when he needed it. He's very selective about what does and does not get filmed though. There are some moments he wants to keep just between the two of you, no cameras or anything like that. However, once he gets into it he really gets into it, and those videos are cinema for amateur pornstars.
He keeps the videos and pictures in an unlabeled folder on his phone, not nearly as meticulous about hiding it as Harumasa or Seth might be. He didn't have the risk factor, the girls wouldn't go through his phone without asking first, and he wasn't careless enough to leave it out for others to dig through its contents. He also wasn't stupid enough to look through his little stash with others around, always waiting until he was completely isolated to look.
You were out for the night doing something or another for someone, too kind for your own good, leaving only Lighter and his hand to keep his dick company. He clicks open the folder, smiling to himself when he's met with pretty pictures of you.
He scrolls a bit, then clicks on a more recently recorded one. The camera is focused on your stomach, just low enough that he can see the flared red tip of his dick teasing your swollen clit. A deep chuckle sounds from behind the camera, followed by a grumpy little whine from you. He takes the hint, sliding his tip down and slowly dipping it into your drooling cunt. You let out the cutest squeal as he stretches you out, his hips angling up so his cock presses against your tummy.
The camera zooms in on the outline of his tip, pressing just below your navel. You babble something incoherent, and Lighter hums like it's the most interesting thing in the world. His calloused hand comes into view, tracing the outline with a low hiss. "Fuck, you feel me inside baby?" You mumble something out again, a much smaller hand sliding under his. He presses down as you trace a finger over him, and a whorish moan leaves your mouth. He ruts himself into you, hand pressing down so both of you could feel just how deep inside he was. Your body trembles with each hard thrust, and the camera work gets shakier and shakier the louder Lighter gets until it stops altogether after an annoyed groan — literally thrown across the room so he could focus more on you.
The next one he picks among a sea of delicacies is an older one, one of the first he'd agreed to make with you. The camera is set up on the nightstand, angled nicely so he could see your pretty tits bouncing with each thrust of his hips up into yours. You're wearing his scarf around your neck, and you look like sex incarnate hopping up and down on him.
His veiny hands grab at your hips, guiding each movement with careful precision. You're leaned back, head thrown to the sky as you call his name like a mantra. Each thrust makes your voice peak a little higher, the only thing louder being the slap of wet skin on skin. One particularly rough thrust has you keening, falling forward to press your sweaty face to his just out of frame. He can see your hips roll desperately into his own for all of a few seconds before his hands wrap around your thighs to hoist you up so he can bully his cock into your abused pussy. The whole bed shakes as the headboard slams into the wall, the camera tumbling to the ground forgotten as it records your brainless sobs over the sound of his brutal pace. A weird habit he’s noticed consistently in these videos.
He's close, he can feel it, as he strokes himself a little faster. Just needed the perfect thing to push him over the edge. He taps one of your personal favorites, citing it as 'the most fun' for you to film. In it, he is holding the camera down, you're kneeling between his legs, head resting on his thigh as your deft fingers play with his member. You smile up at him, sliding the bead of precum around the tip like a game.
He's huge in your hand, and it's a miracle you manage to fit your slim fingers around his fat cock. Slowly stroking down, then back up, your thumb sure to run over that vein that made his toes curl. You keep a steady pace, teasing him with the sweetest grin on your face.
"Feelin' good baby?" You purr up at him, amused at what is likely a very red faced Lighter.
There's an audible swallow, and the camera shakes as he answers, "Real good. Takin' good care 'f me."
You giggle, satisfied with the answer enough to lean down and start sucking on his balls. Your other hand scraped against his thigh, the muscles beneath tensing at the sensation. The sound of your sucking, mixed in with his little whimpers has him cumming prematurely, not that it stops him from fucking his hand through his orgasm. The video continues on like that, you teasing him to the edge and denying him his orgasm like a monster. Unlike then, he had quiet the mess to clean up now.
He thinks better of just cleaning it up, though. Instead snapping a quick picture and sending it to you with a little, 'Miss you.'
Seth Lowell
Seth is an incredibly polite, considerate, sweetheart who would never in a million years dream of asking to record you during sex. He might just be the most vanilla guy in all of New Eirdu, and recording seems... a little violating of your privacy. It's not something he considers an option.
Until one day, after a very long week where you and Seth hadn't seen each other for more than a few hours thanks to his work schedule. He's lying in the dorms, texting you about mundane tasks when you throw out how much you miss him. He obviously misses you too, and says so. You ask him if he would like to see how much you miss him, and the sweet thing he is the undertone goes right over his head. He expects a picture of you maybe pouting, doing something you would typically do together by yourself.
When he opens it he's greeted by you, two fingers deep in your own cunt, pretty juices glistening in the dim lighting of your bedroom -- oh god is that his shirt you're wearing? He short circuits, literally just staring slack-jawed at the phone for god knows how long until one of his buddies comes in and starts poking fun at him. He slams the phone down, and he makes it home in record time. That was all the convincing he needed from you to record your (rather basic) sexual escapades.
Seth does not save the videos, ever. They're all in your text chain, pinned there for easy access, but he refuses to keep them in his album. Way too risky for him with his family and his coworkers and... well... knowing himself. They're really only there for you, he doesn't have any free time to watch them and get off. He does, however like watching them when he's alone in the dorms for the night. Just a nice reminder of what he'll be doing next time he sees you.
Like this one, where the camera is pointed down on him, red-faced and teary-eyed as you ride him like no tomorrow. His chest is littered with little purple love bites, and your fingers splay out across them as you roll your hips deliciously against him. He whimpers in the video, shying away from the camera. The hand on his chest reaches over to flick his already too-hard nipple, twisting it a little. A giggle bubbles out of your chest when he keens.
"You like it when I ride you, don't you Seth...?" You coo, tracing your fingers over to the other nipple to give it attention. He nods with a whine, biting back his moans. You pinch him harshly as punishment, "Use your words."
He sighs, humiliated at the degradation, but swallows his pride and responds, "Yes Mommy."
He grimaces at his own voice, quickly closing out of the video to find something a little less... vocal. He settles on one where the camera is pointed down, you're wearing pretty blue lingerie. In this one, he's between your legs, ears flattened back as he gives you little kitten licks to your sensitive bud. The rough texture of his tongue makes your legs twitch, nearly closing on him, but fighting themselves back open.
He looks up to the camera, or more so past it, to look at you just begging for approval. Your hand comes into the frame, rubbing at one of his ears encouragingly. He lights up, taking the sign as his chance to swallow you down. He dives in like a kitten into milk, slurping and sucking with your hand guiding his movements. Your little sighs of approval get his tail curling up in the air behind him. Your little happy kitty, servicing you like the queen you are. “Good boy~” You coo so sweetly, and his tail twitches excitedly behind him.
He smiles fondly at the phone, was it weird to find it more cute than hot. Maybe he was too lovestruck. It didn't matter too much to him as he found one that you had favorited in the chat. He... didn't remember this one at all from the thumbnail, it got him curious.
The first thing he's greeted by is you face down in the sheets, his pale hand pushing your head into the pillows. Then he hears the wet slapping of skin, the camera following down to show where he was fucking you from behind. His entire abdomen is literally shimmering with a mix of your and his cum, the sticky white substance quite literally all over your back and his hands now that he was looking.
This was... he can't believe he had the mental capacity to think to record himself fucking you during his heat. His cock stirs in his pants, but he's too curious to stop watching before he screws himself over too much. The camera shifts as he leans over you, giving it a perfect view as he bites into the back of your neck. Your face is stained with tears, and your mouth is wide open with pleasure -- no sound escaped though, and Seth realizes that he'd fucked your throat raw in this video.
"Gonna fuck you full of my kits, wanna make you a real Mommy. That's okay, right? You wanna have my babies too don't you?" his rough voice mumbles into your skin, and you only nod in response, too fucked out to really do anything else.
He thinks the video will end there, but instead, the camera pulls up again as Seth pulls out. A broken, muted wail leaves you at the loss, but Seth ignores it in favor of recording your used pussy. Globs of cum leak out of it, down your thighs, and Seth's nimble fingers scoop it up and shove it back inside like in a trance. He clicks his phone off at that, way too flustered at the sight.
A frustrated sigh leaves his lips as he falls back into the uncomfortable bedding of the dorm. Great, now he was rock-hard and had no way of getting off. He had work in two hours, but there was no way he'd be getting any sleep like this. He frowns at his lock screen, a picture of the two of you together. You wouldn't mind if he came home and interrupted your rest that much, would you?
anaxa x f!reader smut. oral f!receiving, begging (reader), light edging
word count: 1.4k
author's note: i had to write him happy and at ease with you. i had to
In the vestiges of the morning light, in a haze of laziness that he had never allowed himself to all his years in Amphoreus, he lays in bed with you as you trace over the alchemical symbols permanently etched along his forearm.
He is aware that there is so much to read, so much to know, to the point that there's a part of him that wishes he had somehow gotten to it sooner. In this world, there is nothing wrong with investigating the gods (Aeons, they call them). There is no blasphemy, no yells of him being a heretic, no calls for his execution. There is just you in his arms, and the fluffed bed beneath him, with a sky that turns from day to night and a stack of papers on his desk.
Anaxa was given a chance at a second life, and with it he finally live more wholly than he can ever have imagined.
"What are you thinking about?"
You've turned to look up at him now, your fingers still tracing lightly over his skin as you ask. The center of this world begun anew, proof that he had made it through everything before.
"How thankful I am to have you."
There's a softness to his smile as he says it, like a crack in the facade that is his hardened exterior. His biting words and his flair for the dramatics. — all of it halts in this moment, a sincerity that seeps from his touch and into your skin, soaked in the morning light.
You turn in his arms with a laugh, wrapping your arms around his neck, the warmth of skin-to-skin contact like the brush of a new day. "You just came up with that."
"Ah, calling me a liar, are you? You should know better than that." He flips you back around, an arm braced against the bed as his lips catch yours into a smile. And then he backs himself down your body and under the covers in a trail of open-mouth kisses, hands pressed against the inside of your thighs.
You flip the blanket over to reveal him, how he looks at you with all the mischief in the world.
"Should I show you, then?" He asks, like a warning, like the beginning of a starlight's spark. He kisses the inside of your thigh, lets his breath ghost over your core, traces his fingertips gently over your skin. He cups your heat in his hand, and then he presses his mouth to your core and he drinks from you. Opens you up with his mouth like an unfurling, moans into the taste of you as nectar drips over his tongue.
"The taste of you," he mumbles into your skin, as he laps his tongue from the bottom of your heat all the way to the top, "I could never get enough of it."
He takes his fingers and opens you up just slightly, until the nub of your clit reveals itself to him, lets him wash over it with the tip of his tongue until your thighs tighten around his face. He traces down your folds with a grin at every reaction he causes of yours, his fingers dipping into your entrance.
"Is there something you need?" There's a teasing lilt as he asks, with the pale blue of his hair brushing against your skin.
"You've — ah — always enjoyed being a tease, haven't you?" A statement like this from you might have even sounded critical, if not for the breathless way it falls from your lips, the desperation that your body shows as you jerk in his hold.
"I'm just learning everything I can about you." The words are said against your core, punctuated with each slow movement of his tongue.
A sigh leaves you. "Thought you left the learning to your work."
"Jealous? You do fascinate me similarly."
His tongue presses into your entrance as his fingers move over your clit, tapping softly there, granting him a whine from you. He had never known that time could unravel so gently, so he makes the most of it with you — listens to each gasp of your breath as he tastes you, how the drip of it coats his tongue, before swapping to press his fingers into you instead.
"How should we do this then, hm?" He can feel the way you clench around his fingers, how your skin asks his touch to linger. He tilts his fingers up, just to feel the way you grab onto him, a light smirk over his face. "Shall I withhold your orgasm from you, or should I be kind?"
"Haa — is it that kind of day?"
He does that sometimes, draws out your pleasure and makes you drip until your inner thighs are slick, presses into you and laps over your clit over and over again, prolonging your lust until it fogs all your senses and leaves only him. Something about it helps remind him: this is not a quick, stolen pleasure. There is no black tide looming, no prophecy to race against. This is something he can bask in, indulge in at every step.
He hums contentedly. "Maybe if you beg that pretty way you do, I'll give it to you the way you want."
"You're- we both know- that there's little that can change your mind."
"Ah, I could be even crueler, you know? I could leave you here for me to come back to tonight instead."
He says it so mindlessly, like a paper left for the next night, like he doesn't hold your arousal in his hands and on his tongue. You'd say he wouldn't except he would. Would take this as an opportunity to experiment how long you could go before you begged him, how wet you are when he returns.
"Ana-xa," there's a hitch in your breath when he presses a thumb to your clit, his mouth kissing patterns over your collarbone. "Please."
He hums noncommittally, like he might be sated just playing with you. "You ought to be more specific."
"Please- please let me come."
"Mm. Are you sure that's what you want? You're dripping all over me as it is." The sound of your slick in his hands is audible.
"I need you."
"Awh, what a pretty little thing you are."
And so maybe he is a little cruel, purposefully giving you what you want, only to slow down to listen to the way you whine at him, different parts of your body tensing up in succession with the sugared-stretch of your pleasure drawn out. Heat coils up your spine, head heady with lust, so sensitive you can feel the sweat that drips down your back.
"Please." It's more desperate this time, the way you beg him, nothing like the little play you both did earlier. He takes it all in, how he has you right where he wants you: your labored breaths, hummingbird heartbeat, his hands soothing your tense muscles, smoothing over your thighs.
"Come for me."
It's so, so simple when he does it, his tongue swiping over your clit as you jerk in his hold. He holds you down with surprising strength, presses his tongue harder against you as you ride out your orgasm on his mouth. Undone by him, a content smile that could almost be considered a smirk against your cunt as it pulses and seeps wetness down his chin.
"Pretty thing," he comments, presses another kiss to your clit that has sensitivity running up your body, your fists clenching the sheets.
Haloed by the morning light, hair like the pale of the moon, you run your fingers across the high of his cheekbone. "You're pretty too."
Surprise washes over his face before he swiftly wraps you up into you a kiss, his body arched over your own, a gentle giggle bubbling up your throat at his eagerness.
With you, in the here and now, there is no need to be more than himself. Not a Chrysos Heir, or a great performer, or a blasphemous scholar. He exists as himself, his body a curled crescent moon as he holds you.
Like after a warm-hearted meal, he relaxes easily in bed with you, morning birds chirping. For now, there is nowhere else to be and nothing else to do, but take in all the time he has with you.
context: your wife just can’t get enough of you <3
cw: heavy cunnilingus, pussydrunk cantarella, squirting, overstimulation, involvement of aphrodisiacs, not proofread sob
this is so short but i just HAD to write for her.
nsfw utc, MDNI!
your wife loved creating her own little mixtures of surprises in a bottle. wether it involved poisons, sleep aid, sedatives or… aphrodisiacs.
and she loved trying them out on herself. never on you. she wouldn’t dare in her wildest dreams. of course, the poisonous ones barely affected her due to her resistance but the more… „playful“ ones on the other side…
„ca- ah-!! i-i can’t-!!“
they had a rather strong effect on her.
when you were sprawled over the sofa in front of the aquarium with your wife‘s tongue lapping up every possible fluid that she drains you of, concentrating became a bit hard. especially after your fifth orgasm, legs quivering around the matriarch‘s head as she committed herself to the sweet dish in form of your pussy before her.
groaning. nails digging into the plush of your thighs as they keep you strictly spread open for her mouth to feast on. the purple lipstick already sticking to your inner thighs. the same thighs that were covered in your own slick from you spraying your arousal over her face.
yet she was still hungry.
but can we blame her?
the sex potion she dunked down earlier to your arrival just made it impossible for her to resist you. the moment you stepped foot into the room she was all over you. hands only getting rid of the most important stuff before shoving you butt-naked onto the sofa where her ancestors used to handle out important deals, negotiations and… assassinations.
only for cantarella fisalia to eat the living daylights of her wife out on them. the satin was soaked to the brim with your slick, just as the rest of you.
just how she likes it.
she loves the little mess she always reduces you to.
glassy eyes. smeared makeup. hands that didn’t know where to hold on. a swollen clit that was screaming for her lips to treat it to another massage.
you were so utterly perfect like this.
and the aphrodisiac seemingly worsened it. only making you seem like heaven incarnate to her. did your juices always tastes this good?
she wasn’t sure. didn’t care enough.
all she cared about was drinking you up the like the finest liquor stored in her cellar. your cum coating the flickering tacet mark on her tongue as she quite didn’t notice the jellyfishes that started to idly float around the room.
eyes rolling into the back of your pretty head when her two thumbs spread you open for her tongue to plunge into your warmth. you didn’t even wanna know about the servants listening to the pleasured cries of the matriarch‘s wife.
but you also didn’t care.
not when with your cum gushing over her mouth once again. what didn’t fit down her throat was now running down her chin and dripping over her beautiful tits, which you will have to clean up late of course.
with your own tongue.
don’t get fooled and think she is already done with you! she didn’t even get the chance to rub her own wet cunt over your own as if you were just a mere toy for her to get off to.
the sweetest poison inside porto-veno castle will always be you.
Pairing: Escort!Toji x Afab!Reader
content: some plot, no use of y/n, reader is a frustrated office worker, toji fucks ur coworkers, reader masturbates to thoughts abt toji, reader isnt a virgin, sub!reader, toji is a bully, teasing, brief oral (f receiving) orgasm denial if u squint, manhandling, missionary n doggy, spanking like once, rough, HE SPITS IN READERS MOUTH, no aftercare:( multiple orgasms (f & m) Toji contemplates stealing ur money ,proofread ONCE
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You found yourself on your lunch break with your female coworkers, in the cafe below the offices you worked at. Only having worked there a week or so, new to the city and lacking friends.
Quiet as they spoke of their full lives while they ate their sandwiches. Older divorced women with a few kids, you didn't really fit in with them. They were elegant women, experienced in life and sure of what they wanted out of it.
You sat surrounded by them, your hands on your mug of coffee as they spoke about mortgages and how there's a stomach bug going around the school.
One of them called your name, pulling you from your thoughts as you looked up at them, “Do you have a husband?” One of them asked, seeing your face fall.
“No i don't-” you spoke up, seeing a few of them smile when they heard you.
“And a boyfriend?” another asked.
“No-” you tried saying.
“But you're so pretty! New play thing in the city- how could you not have a boyfriend?” One of them asked.
Their questions were not to get to know you. Their voices coated in passive aggressiveness.
“Speaking of- I found a new rent-by-the-hour companion.” one of them chirped, pulling her phone out and showing them a picture.
Forgetting the past conversation as you started to gather your belongings.
Hearing the women swoon over the picture, “This one, he's different. He gets down to it like no other. And he's not nice like the others are. He fucks like he hates you.” you heard her say as you walked away.
You had heard rumors that this city was littered with “companions” for lonely women and men. It didn't take long for you to hear the older women of the office talk about them.
Trading videos and pictures like they were pokemon. If you were being honest, you found it strange. But you knew why people would pay.
You knew what that kind of loneliness felt like. How good it feels to touch another person. To feel their warmth. But your morals couldn't let you hire one. Not desperate enough to have sex with a stranger.
The next few days the ladies of the office kept praising this new wonder of a man. On one occasion seeing his picture, seeing that this wonder of a man was actually attractive.
For weeks you kept hearing more and more. This one man sticking longer than the others did. Hearing their descriptions of his body, of his cock. It got to the point that you contemplated filing a sexual harassment claim with HR, but knowing that the women had seniority, and one of them was head of the HR department.
You knew filing the complaint would bring on more harm than good. So you kept quiet, practically forcing yourself to listen to these conversations.
One day after your lunch break, one of the nicer women called your name. Asking you to wait up. “How are you feeling, hon?” she asked, her face showing genuine worry for you.
“I’m okay, just haven't been able to sleep all that great.” You replied, eyebags showing through your makeup.
“Here, hold on.” she said, pulling out her notepad and writing something down, “This is Toji’s phone number- he's helped me sleep like no other.” She smiled, handing you a piece of paper.
“He's always taking on new clients.” she smiled, hand on your shoulder as you looked at the paper. “If you're ever looking for a companion for a few hours.” She finished, walking past you and disappearing between the cubicles.
You looked down at the paper, grimacing as you read the numbers, seeing ‘Cash only’ written below it.
That paper sat on your nightstand for weeks. Not wanting to throw it out incase of an emergency. Living in the new city without friends was rough. The only things that filled your days were work and sleep.
You had thought back to the one time you had sex, your first year in college with a drunk frat guy. Didn't last longer than 10 minutes, feeling disgusted at his sweaty body on top of you.
“Companion for a few hours huh.” you thought out loud, looking over at the paper. The exhaustion of your job eating away at you. Not even being able to please yourself late at night. It was frustrating, celibacy was frustrating.
Until one night you tried to masterbate, porn not doing anything for you and thoughts of this Toji guy flooded your brain. Remembering how they described him. Tall and muscular. How he ate them out with so much fury.
Feeling your heartbeat rise and a heat shiver down your core. Closing your eyes and picturing the photo they passed around. That was the first time you had come since moving there. Right after you thought you'd give it a chance, not satisfied with your hand and wanting to feel warmth.
Besides, everyone is doing it right? Would it be so bad if you tried it once?
Your shaky thumb typed in the phone number, pressing messages as you typed. ‘Hello, I got your phone number from my coworker, Agatha. Just wanted to see if you were available for service.’ You typed, cringing at how formal it sounded.
And you always hated texting, especially new people. Pressing send as you instantly regret your decision. A few minutes passed, fiddling with your fingers to see if he would respond.
A ding came from your phone as you flew to open it. Only seeing a link to the maps app. Opening it and seeing directions for a love hotel, ‘Friday, 8PM.’ another message dinged as your eyebrows rose.
You gulped, wondering if you were going to be trafficked or murdered by a strange man just because you didn't have patience to try and find a partner. It was wednesday evening, knowing that your nerves wouldn't be settled for two whole days made you uneasy.
The lack of his care of who you were or what you looked like also made you realize that it really was just for money.
The next day was horrible, the feeling in your gut didn't settle. Hearing how highly the women spoke of him. “Last night he was taking me from the back, and I felt him move and I looked back to see him texting someone!” she exclaimed, somehow it was a compliment.
But you felt your heart stop knowing that he was messaging you while fucking your coworker. That evening you couldn't sleep. Picking your phone up and looking at the love hotel location again. You felt uneasy, like anticipation was building inside of you but not in a good way.
Friday came flying in, the work day was slow. So slow that you swore that everytime you looked at the clock it went back five minutes. You finally got off at 5:30, walking home to prepare.
Taking a hot bath as you thought of how badly this could go. Getting out and blow drying your hair, getting ready as though it was a first date. Lotioning your entire body as you waited for your clothes to finish drying. Dragging a darker lipstick on your lips, spraying perfume on your wrists and spreading it to the back of your ears. Putting on the warm clothes fresh out the dryer.
Looking into the mirror before leaving, getting a ding on your phone as you gathered your keys. ’Ask for me at the desk.’ it read. 7:37 on the clock as you walked out.
Your cheeks were warm while walking to the uber you ordered, so if he was a creep, he wouldn't know what car you drove. Wallet stuffed with cash as you didn’t know how much he would charge you.
The driver made a face at you through the rear view mirror, seeing the name of the hotel from the window. You stepped out, looking at the tall building and seeing the glass doors. Walking inside to be greeted by the front desk.
Smile on their face as they asked how they could help you, “I'm looking for Toji’s room?” you asked, looking at the small sign on the desk that showed the prices per hour to rent the rooms. Seeing her look down to the computer and look through the reservations.
“4th floor, room 203.” She smiled, her hand pointing you to the elevators.
You started to feel the lower part of your stomach churn, seeing the numbers flash on top of the elevator as it took you up floor by floor.
The doors beeped open as your eyes laid on the dim hallway. Red colored doors as you walked passed them hearing muffled sounds of moans coming from them.
Your heart was pounding as you walked past room 200. Stepping passed room 202, inhaling sharply before standing in front of room 203. Your hand hesitated to knock, flinching your wrist back before knocking three times.
You heard heavy footsteps walking towards the door, hearing the lock come undone and seeing the black door handle turn. You gulped, eyebrows furrowed as you waited for the door to open. Blinking and seeing him.
A giant of a man before you. Face stern as his eyes scanned you. His eyebrows furrowed, not expecting you to be much younger than his usual clients. “Toji?” you asked, looking up to his face as you noticed a scar on his lip.
“Come in.” He demanded, his voice deeper than you expected, letting go of the door and leaving a small space for you to walk through. You swallowed, stepping past the entrance and leaving your doubts at the door.
Eyes scanning the clean room, lights dim and the curtains open. Flinching when you heard him close the door. “I charge per hour.” He spoke up, walking up behind you as his hands went to your coat. Causing you to slightly jump.
His hands pulled your coat off of you, hanging it on one of the hooks behind the door. “Or per service if that’s what you prefer.” He spoke close to your ear, sending shivers down your spine.
“Whichever is fine.” You mumbled, feeling his massive hands rest on your hips, guiding you to the bed. You sat down on the edge, looking up at him as he looked down at your curled eyelashes. He kneeled down to your feet, his hands going to your shoes, slipping them off slowly as you watched him.
Rolling down your knee high socks and tossing them. His hands sliding up your calf as he reached for your skirt, “How do you want it.” He stated, it wasn't a question, he sounded like he already knew the answer.
“Want…It?” you asked, feeling his hands go up your thighs slowly.
He leaned over, smirk on his face as he whispered in your ear. “How do you want me to fuck you.” He clarified, you felt his hand slip past the hem of your skirt, kneading the plush of your thighs.
“Gentle, please.” You whispered back, feeling his body stiffen at your response. Only being used to women telling him they wanted it rough. He pulled back, looking at you in your eyes. Noticing the features on your face.
His hand going closer to your core, pulsating already from his words. He leaned you back, landing on your elbows as you propped yourself up to see him, his free hand tracing down your side down to the zipper on the side of your skirt.
His thick fingers slowly pulled it down as slipped your skirt down. Toji’s hand guiding it down to your ankles, hands sliding up and settling on your knees. His eyes make eye contact with the wet spot forming in your panties.
He spread your thighs, leaning in closer and blowing cool air to your clothed cunt. A needy whine escaped your lips, he leaned in. His tongue slipped past his lips as he licked at the wet spot. Making you almost jump.
A smile on his lips seeing how reactive you were. His hand came up from your thigh, leaning his head back as his thumb dragged from the bottom of your now soaked pantied, up to your clit. You shivered.
“I haven't even done anything and you're already this wet?” he asked, voice low as you whined. Toji’s thumb teasing the tip of your clit as the other held your hip in place.
All you wanted was to grind down on his teasing fingers. But his strong hand wouldn't let you. You could feel the mess in your panties soak down to your ass, back arched as he teased your clit.
“Don't tell me you're already gonna cum just from this?” his tone soaked with cockiness, smile on his face as he teased you, you couldn't let out any words, feeling his thumb rub against you harder as he kissed at your thighs.
Only letting out small moans at his teasing. Toji felt your leg shake against his side, knowing your orgasm was close.
“How pathetic.” he cooed, seeing you buck your hips up against his thumb, seeing white behind your eyes as he degraded you. Cumming at his cruel words. So pent up that it didn't take much for your first orgasm. He smiled, seeing you come undone by nothing.
His fingers traced up to your hips, pulling your panties down, the wet cloth sticking to your cunt as he exhaled, pleased seeing you squirm. His cock throbbed in his pants, seeing your glistening cunt. Clit blushed and practically begged him for attention.
“Oh, this simply won't do.” he said, clicking his tongue as his index finger traced your lips as he tried pressing it into your pulsating cunt.
Feeling a thick finger slide past your entrance, lip in your teeth as you felt Toji’s thumb on your clit again. The rest of his hand firm on your tummy as he circled it slowly.
You hissed feeling his finger curl up, you knew you said gentle but this was agonizing. This wasn't gentle anymore, this was tortuous. He watched as you arched your back, pulling his finger out and looking at your face. His eyes half lidded as he held it before him.
“Open your mouth.” He demanded, his thumb rubbing firm circles on your clit, soft whines from your lips at his words. Your eyebrows curled upwards, opening your mouth slightly as you saw his hand come closer to your mouth.
Placing it on your plush lips, feeling your own juices on your lips as he pressed it in. Your lips closed around it as your hand went up to his wrist. Holding the side of his palm as you sucked on his thick finger. Moans from your mouth vibrating around it. Tasting yourself on him.
His face was decorated with a sinister smirk. Seeing how eager you were. Toji slowly pulled his finger out of your mouth, seeing how you licked it clean. Tilting his head slightly as it went down again, this time pressing his middle and ring finger at your entrance, circling it as you felt the resistance from your entrance.
His eyes on your flushed face, looking at how your eyebrows furrowed at feeling the tips of his fingers press into you. You whined, his thumb not going fast enough on your clit to give you another orgasm. Toji felt the want to kiss you, leaning into your face as he worked at your cunt.
His thick fingers sliding into you as you squirmed under him, his body now pressed against you as his tongue was deep in your mouth. Toji groaned, being able to taste you on your own tongue. His cock now leaking as his fingers disappeared inside of you. Your cunt squeezed around his fingers as you felt the hand that was on your clit stop circling it.
Eyes rolling to the back of your head when the thumb on the same hand that was thrusting into you replaced it. By then Toji couldn't help himself, his hand going to his cock as he felt your cunt squeeze around his fingers trying to keep them inside, pleads falling from your lips.
You pulled away from him, “Let me cum-” you whined, your hand on his clothed shoulder as his pace didn't speed up.
"Do you think you deserve another one?” He asked, his hand on his cock speeding up as he palmed himself through his pants.
“Please-” You whined, looking into his eyes with tears forming in them. Toji felt his cock throb, seeing you beg for him to let you cum almost made him bust in his pants. He groaned, feeling your spongy walls pulsate around him as his lips brushed against yours.
“Come.” He demanded, his fingers speeding up, your poor clit being abused by his thumb as the hand on his clothed cock sped up. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, your mouth falling open as you felt him take your orgasm from you.
His nose scrunched, seeing your face churn as he abused your cunt. His cock releasing inside his pants. Toji pressed his hot mouth to your open one, his groans vibrating in you as you felt his thumb keep its fast pace against your clit. Making you squirm.
Your hips bucked up against him as he pulled his fingers out of you. His thumb falling from your clit as his lips fell from yours, pulling his fingers up between your lips, he groaned seeing that you had creamed around them. He looked into your eyes as he slipped them into his mouth, craving the brief taste that he tasted on your tongue earlier.
Your eyebrows furrowed seeing his actions, your cunt squeezing against nothing in reaction. You leaned in, licking at his knuckles while your eyes never left his. Licking up the mess that had dripped down his hand.
Toji pulled his fingers out, pressing them against your lips. His mouth opened as he watched you kiss them. Inhaling air as you looked at him through your thick eyelashes. Dried streams of mascara beneath your eyes as he felt his cock harden even more.
He took his free hand and traced it up your leg, slowly inching you up the bed till you were pressed against the pillows. His hand slipped up your knitted shirt, pulling it up above your tits. Pretty pink bra holding back what he ached for.
His lips brushed against yours as he cupped one of your breasts, the other going to your back. You lifted your shoulders so he could release you from the cute pink prison that held your breasts.
Your hands pull your top off, feeling Toji’s fingers undo the clasps. He pulled it off of you and wasted no time latching to your neglected nipple, the other kneading your soft tit. He groaned when he inhaled, feeling the scent of your perfume and the sweetness of your skin fill his nose.
At that moment, Toji had forgotten what he was there for. His cock made decisions for him as his mouth sucked harshly on your nipple.
You whined, your hands holding his head as the other went to his clothed shoulder. “I want you inside.” You moaned, feeling his teeth graze your nipples. Toji pulled away, his back straightening as he looked down at you.
Cock so hard he was sure it would rip a hole through his pants. He pulled his shirt off, revealing scars on his chest and a prominent v line. His happy trail made your cunt throb.
He reached into his pocket, finding the small square of foil, placing a corner to his teeth as he ripped it open. You nibbled on your lip, seeing the gold foil read ‘magnum’.
He slipped his soiled pants down, kicking them off as you hissed seeing his thick cock. The tip was bright pink, precum falling from his slit and the shaft dark at the base. Your eyes scanned his heavy balls.
Propped on your elbows as you looked at it, mouth watering at the sight, you knew it was going to rip you in half. But you were always up for a challenge. You saw him place the rolled up rubber on his leaking tip. Seeing his hand roll it down to his base. Cock so huge that the condom didn't even reach the base, stopping an inch or two above.
If it was up to Toji, he would've gone raw. But he didn't want to risk it, knowing you were a new client. He propped himself above you, placing a wet kiss to your lips as he pressed the tip of his fat cock to your entrance. You whined against his mouth, Toji pulled away seeing his face wasn’t as stern as before.
His eyebrows knitted as he muttered, “Open your mouth.” his teeth clenched seeing you obey him without hesitation. His eyes on yours. He sucked his tongue, collecting saliva in his mouth before spitting it on your tongue. Toji’s fat head pushing at your entrance. You felt it sting as you swallowed his spit.
He hissed seeing you swallow so eagerly. His head now fully in your cunt. “It's so big-” you whined, your hand going down to his shaft and guiding him to go deeper, your poor cunt starved of cock for too long. He groaned, hearing your whiney tone but still taking it.
Feeling his cock go deeper inside of you. You let out a loud moan, feeling his tip curve up to your sweet spot. His hips trying their best not to shove his cock fully into you, knowing his pay depended on this. He groaned, his hands went to your hips.
He couldn't take it, he flipped you over. Manhandling you as his hands fell to your ass. You moaned feeling his cock shift inside of you. Your face buried in the pillows as he pushed himself into you.
Now on your knees with your back arched. Sweat made his hair stick to his forehead as he looked down at you. His hands groping handfuls of your plump ass as he bit his lip. Throwing his head back as you clenched around him.
You moaned into the pillows as you felt him start to pull out of you. His size causing tears to fall from your face, black streams falling from your cheeks onto he white pillows. His thrusts started slow, but little by little he thrusted faster, wanting to cum inside so badly.
He gave you a firm spank on your ass causing you to cry out. Frustration in his groans as his hand found its way to the nape of your neck. Pulling you up to him as your eyes cried, feeling another orgasm pool in your womb.
“You’re so fucking tight.” he groaned into your ear, his hand on your neck as the other held your hip up. His thrusts harder into you, bullying your poor cunt as he snaked his hand down to your clit. Your hands reached down to his hips that snapped to your ass at light speed, in hopes to relieve the ache from it.
Feeling like his rough thrusts were some kind of punishment. Trying to push his cock out a little so it wouldn't sting. You cried out as his thrusts became faster as you came on his cock, his finger on your clit as his hand on your neck roamed up to your cheek.
“Please- Please-Please-” you cried out feeling overstimulated, moaning as his cock pulled out of you, leaving only the tip inside, before ramming it in again. Toji’s hand on your face holding you up as your knees wobble. Struggling to keep yourself up right.
He looked down to see his cock slipping in and out of you. Groaning when he saw you cream around him. His fingers on your clit made you cum again, your knees buckled forcing you to fall back down, trying to hold yourself up on your knees. His cock not even hesitating to stop as he used you.
Toji’s hands now holding your hips up so he can angle himself. “Fuucckk-” he moaned, your cunt still tight around him as he heard your cries into the mattress. He snapped his hips forward. Feeling his orgasm flow out of him.
Wishing he had cum inside of your pretty cunt. He thrusted into you once more, slow as his body twitched. His big hands on your waist as he placed his forehead on your back, placing wet kisses to your spine. Keeping his cock inside of you as you exhaled. He pulled himself out of you, seeing the mess in between your thighs as he tipped over next to you on his back. Heavy breathing as he felt his cock soften.
He looked over at you, a smile on your face as your eyes fluttered closed. Smeared makeup around your eyes as he came down from the high. His eyebrows now softened, his face fucked out as though that was some kind of therapy for him.
He sat up, taking the filled condom and tossing it in the trash. Standing up and walking to the chair in the corner of the room. You flipped over, hazy eyes looked at his body. Seeing him pick up a thin sheet off the chair and tossed it to you.
He slipped his soiled pants back on not caring if people saw his mess, a small smile on his face as he saw you nuzzled up to the pillows. Silence filled the room as he put his clothes on, reaching down to where he had tossed your panties, discreetly picking them up and sliding them into his pocket as his prize.
He looked over at you, already asleep as he walked to your coat. He hesitated in taking the money out of your wallet. Normally he didn’t enjoy sex with his clients, always bored while fucking.
But it didn’t feel right charging you for fucking. Knowing you had asked for him to be gentle, guilt in his stomach knowing he used you for his own pleasure. Knowing he was too rough. He settled on just letting you pay for the room, thinking it was some sort of compromise.
Heavy feet walking over to your sleeping body. His cock throbbing as he saw your hard nipples through the thin white sheet. Filthy thoughts clouded his mind as he considered waking you up fuck again.
Cock hardening as he reminisced on how tight you were. He wondered why you were trying to pay for sex. Considering you were younger than his usuals, and much, much more beautiful than they were. He leaned down, placing a wet kiss to your sleeping lips before leaving. Noticing a pep in his step as he walked out of the hotel. Toji knew that he had to save your number in his phone.
Wanting to know if it was you if you texted him again. Only to see he didn't even catch your name, saving your name in his phone as “Tight cunt” with a smile on his lips. Hoping you'd shoot him a text again, and soon.
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PT 2 HERE
I hope there's an audience for this one, this has been a thought ive been fighting the whole day. im already thinking abt pt 2 help me. I hate him sm he's such a bum. nobody tell choso ok
since the remakes are finally out, can I request general relationship hcs with roark, volkner, riley and flint, please?
General Relationship Headcanons
FANDOM: Pokemon: BDSP
Character(s): Flint, Riley, Roark, Volker
Type of Request: Headcanons
Word Count: 528
Note(s): I did my best with this! The games only give so much personality to characters and I looked up bulbapedia to remind myself of extra stuff in the anime. So I hope you enjoy what I did!
Flint
Flint is ready to just talk your ear off. Letting you know how his day was, the people he met, what he did. But he also makes sure to ask you about your day as well, he wants to hear all about what you did even if it was a lazy day.
Loves to go on walks with you. Takes you to Sunyshore a lot as it’s a nice city but also because he likes to bug Volkner.
Speaking of which, Flint would very much want you to be friends with Volkner. Those two are childhood friends so he’d like his S/O to also be friends with him.
Lots of shared interests too. If you have an interest in something then Flint is going to want to know what it is so he can dive into it as well. He is so supportive of just about anything you’re interested in.
Riley
He likes to go out a lot to train and he’ll be really happy if you want to go with him. If you don’t then that’s fine too! He promises to bring home something for you.
I can see Riley gifting you flowers a lot. Either wildflowers he found on his way to the Iron Island or he’ll stop and get some flowers that he knows you enjoy.
Likes to leave kisses on your wrist. He finds them cute but also it’s close to your pulse which he makes him smile when he feels it.
Tells you all kinds of stories about pokemon he’s met at the Iron Island and the training he’s done. Also likes to tell you about any interesting trainers he’s met.
Roark
Loves to share his fascination of fossils with you. He’d love to take you through the museum multiple times just to view the fossils and tell you information about them that don’t appear on the plaques.
Roark doesn’t like telling you about tensions with his father just because he doesn’t want to bring the mood down, but he does appreciate you listening to him when he does decide. Being an ear for him is very much appreciated.
Would love to give you a necklace or bracelet with a fossil attached to it. He loves fossils and so he wants to share his love with his love.
I can see him being deep in the Underground and calling you to check to see if you’ve eaten or taken care of yourself.
Volkner
Not the most cuddly of individuals but he does enjoy giving you kisses, but like cheek and forehead kisses. Always kisses your cheek before going out.
When he’s had long days he likes to lay his head in your lap so you can play with his hair. It helps him relax after a day that’s been either too boring or too hectic.
When he was losing motivation due to not having a good battle in a while he was probably a bit more moody but when he was around you it instantly cheered him up.
Again, not too affectionate, but he likes to leave you little notes of praise of even just tell you how much he appreciates you.
You were in your room quietly in your apartment, You felt a little lonely, You were with your little Eevee in your bed, you knew about Spinel's work.
-Uhm... He'll come see me today...?-
-Evoi...- Eevee said sadly seeing your gaze.
You got up from your bed and left Eevee there, you went out to your small kitchen to prepare some tea, you hadn't even had lunch yet.
.
It was around 5:34 in the afternoon.
-He must be very busy, but...-
-I need your attention... God...-
You left the kettle on.
You grabbed your smartrotom.
-Uhm?-
There seemed to be a message.
You opened the message and it said...
-Im coming, little girl-
You smiled when you saw the message and ran to your room putting on something decent but how, Eevee looked at you curiously.
-Evoi!-
Then you petted eevee.
-Eevee, Today you will be able to see Umbreon!-
Eevee has sparkles in its eyes.
Certainly Eevee wants to become as powerful as Umbreon, and Spinel is very gentle with it.
You smiled softly as you put on a pair of loose, comfortable pants, a shirt, and a sweatshirt of a little and cute Pichu!
knocked on the door.
-Will be him?- I said excitedly and ran out of my room and Eevee followed me.
I opened the door and felt his gaze on my face and his Umbreon approaching eevee.
-Good afternoon- Spinel said as she approached and kissed you softly.
You blushed a little.
-Haai...- You said shyly as he closed the door and hugged you.
Actually, you hadn't told him about your situation, so... Normal, right?
-Sorry for my delay, darling-
-The truth is I'm frustrated... That brat managed to take the collar off...-
You looked at him in surprise.
-How? But... In the morning we talked and you told me that you already had it in a box and... Ah?- You made a confused face.
-well... Apparently, when that necklace is near her, it automatically goes towards her, and a giant Pokémon came out, which took her and her friends...-
-So the mission will be a little complicated-
-I don't want to do the same thing as that stupid Amethio-
-H-hey, it's okay- You said while hugging him.
-I feel stressed damn it...- he said Corresponding your hug.
-Okay, relax, what do you want me to do? I want to help you... Besides, I'd like to spend more time with you...-
You settled down on the couch, shyly sitting on his lap.
Spinel was surprised, but he didn't complain, you were mostly too shy even for that, so he hugged you, and because you were so small next to him, he put you on his chest, caressing your hair.
-And this? Your shyness is gone, huh~?-
You blushed a little.
-I just want to help...-
-There are many ways, and you are doing another one, Pressed into my lap.-
-Is it okay with you... To do... That?-
-Pretty, sorry if the question makes you uncomfortable, maybe it will help me relax, if you don't want it's okay, I understand-
His voice was cut off by a kiss from you.
-U-uh?!-
He was surprised by the suddenness, but he followed it, grabbing your waist with one hand and the other intertwining our hands.
-It's strange to see you being like this with me, darling.-
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