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i will not write: scat, incest, or grooming. no thank you. xoxo
you guys this job is pulling rage out of the deepest part of my soul, and slowly but surely it is leaking through the cracks. there is no job in the world that should have me this pressed rn. indeed baby, sorry in advance.
friends with benefits with nanami wouldn’t work because he would think you deserve better. you think your arrangement is going well, kento has never complained before, and you’re certainly more than satisfied in bed. he’s handsome, strong, kind, generous with aftercare, and really fucking good with his mouth, so there are no complaints on your end. which is why it’s such a surprise to you when kento confesses that he doesn’t like the way he’s been treating you, and no matter how much you insist that it’s fine, and reassure him that he treats you more than well enough, he refuses.
“but kento, i’m okay with this,” you attempt to convince him that hooking up is enough—he doesn’t need to feel like he has to do more for you, “you’re good to me, and not just in bed. please don’t feel like you owe me more.”
“you deserve something proper,” he’s adamant, shaking his head, “you deserve more than convenient sex.”
“but what if this is all i want?” you can’t help but to tease him. he looks awfully cute with his arms crossed, respectful refusal written all over his face, “i think eating me out on a weekly basis is quite enough, it would just be greedy for me to ask for more, don’t you think?”
your jokes don’t amuse him, but his expression keeps you giggling. still, nanami sighs, and grumbles, “you should want more. it’s not greedy.”
“kento, if i didn’t know any better, i’d think you’re telling me to raise my standards.”
he blinks, cheeks pink with irritation and eyes hollow with tiredness. you push every single one of his buttons and he doesn’t know why, but he would never stop you. maybe that’s where this impeding guilt is coming from—kento likes you, and he doesn’t enjoy feeling like he’s using you, even if you get to use him in return. he doesn’t want your relationship to be transactional, and he doesn’t like that you think such a relationship is okay.
because, guilt aside, kento knows he wants more of you; he wants all of you. and even if you don’t want him back, he thinks you should know that you’re worth having all of, and nothing less, too.
“maybe i am,” he settles, “you are worth more than an occasional hookup. you should be treated better than this, and i am sorry that i have let it go on for this long.”
“this is ridiculous—you’re nothing but good to me! and i like having sex with you. if you don’t want to have sex with me anymore, that’s fine, but—”
“i didn’t say that,” he interrupts.
“so… you do wanna keep sleeping with me?”
“yes. but we should go on a date before we continue.”
“but what if our date is terrible. do we still get to have post-first date sex?”
he shakes his head, stepping closer to you and holding your forearms before leaning down to kiss your forehead, “i don’t kiss on the first date.”
you scoff, taking a half-step closer, snaking your arms around his torso, and grinning up at him, “what a prude.”
at that he smiles, before bending his neck to indulge you in one last kiss. “i’ll pick you up at seven.”
sometimes i get over excited and start posting a story when i only have a chapter or two ahead, hence why a majority of my work is just one shot smut. i get distracted by some other pretty ideas and i end up ignoring what i already have in front of me. i don't see any updates on ghosts rn and i'm sorry anon :( i'll do better, trust when i pick it back up i'll announce it loud and clear.
PLS i stopped writing it because i felt like the ending happened too quick, i wanted it to have more of a slow burn, BUTTT i picked it back up and just wrote the most gut wrenching scene i'm just waiting to add a few more chapters till the end to start posting because i don't want to put it on an indefinite hiatus like ghosts
my long lost child (my puppy) has forgotten the need for her mother (we're putting her in daycare) and i will not see her until four springs past winter (over the weekend)
sn: i know some of the things said in this are just... well... brb imagining a part three. as usual, minors do not fucking interact.
i wrote this while listening to sleep token's, sugar. think hozier but metal and also with extra magical abilities to immediately make you go feral. also happy new year! 🩷
s: nanami was chivirlous enough to get you there, but who was going to make sure you kept coming back? wc: 2.5k
i haven’t been able to meet his gaze since that night. in my mind, there was always something else to do, far away from him and his knowing eyes. i’m sure he’s confused, from being in each others business everyday to suddenly barely speaking unless absolutely necessary. but it’s not that i don’t want to talk to him, but how can i look him in the eye and hold a conversation when all i can think about is how he defied all my expectations? nanami had me in the palm of his hand, and i’m positive he knows that.
“are you avoiding me?” he asks me. i jump, startled by his sudden presence. i swivel my chair back to face him, briefly meeting his stare before turning back to my desk.
“no nanami. i am not avoiding you.” i lied between my teeth. the office i sat in immediately became much more interesting than any words i could’ve strung together. i never noticed that the clock was crooked. i’ll have to make sure i fix it before i leave. “liar.” he checks me.
i sigh.
“was it something i did?”
of course not. i struggled with my mind for the words to tell him that it was me, but everything sounded so damn cliche. in all honesty, it was me. i’m avoiding him because of how vulnerable i felt. i felt the man reach into my body and touch my soul in a way i’ve never experienced before, it scared me.
“no.” i reply curtly. i shuffle through the papers on my desk, putting them into piles and straightening them out. “is that all?” i ached for him to leave, to give me some more time to process my fears, to understand them in just the slightest. but he doesn’t.
nanami closes my office door and a quick click bounced off the silence. “what are you doing?” i ask, turning my chair to face him, watching cautiously as he comes back to my desk. he pulls along a chair and sits in front of me, wordlessly.
“i said, what are you doing?”
i wasn’t sure what was driving me the crazier, the obnoxious ticking from that damn clock, or how his brown eyes stared down at me in contemplation. through them, i felt myself become weak. time slowed down my ability to think, to breathe. i was drowning in caution and anticipation, too aware for my own good.
i’m sure i know what he’s thinking, i’m being weird, putting a boundary between our friendship because we hooked up.
i am.
but it didn't feel like just a hookup. he told me to feel, and god did that feel like something more. it felt like years worth of passion, like all my doubts were something he could pick up with one finger and discard with ease. did he mean to do that? to make me feel like that? to throw me out of whack whenever he was remotely visible to me?
“this is a twisted game you’re playing with me, (y/n).” there was a strain in his voice that you could easily miss, like he wasn’t saying what was truly on his mind. “but i’ve known you long enough to guess that part of you enjoys this game.” my eyebrows perk up at his words, the trance i was in suddenly shattering like a mirror.
“what the fuck does that even mean?” i spit, a bit harsher than i intended. he tilts his head to the side, pushing his glasses on top of his hair. his eyes narrow at me, a hint of surprise dancing behind them. his movements are quick, pulling my chair from underneath and dragging me toward him. as much as i hated to admit it, i squeaked when i felt his knees hit the edge of my chair. my knees were on either side of his, i was almost embarrassed.
“you want to complicate this. you want to ruin this before it ruins you. but i won’t let you do that, not to me.”
not to him? “i don’t do that.” solely because in the past, there was nothing to complicate in the first place. in the present however, my best friend is adamant i give in to something that's new to me. “you do baby, and it's okay. but not when it’s me, not when i’ve developed a taste for you. i can’t let you take that away from me.” it’s not until i'm walking home do i realize that i’ve figured it out. it’s his words that put me in those trances.
i’m staring at his text as i open the door to my apartment. i’m staring at his text as i take off my shoes. my keys never made it to its post because i couldn’t take my eyes off his text.
N: let’s talk it out. i already let myself in.
i’m not sure what feelings swirled around in my gut but they were heavy. they were heavy enough to keep my feet planted on the ground, staring at nanami who’d made himself comfortable on my couch. “what is there to talk about?” i manage, forgoing my hello’s. nanami turns his head to face me, a gentle smile resting on his lips. “welcome home, come sit next to me.”
i don’t find it in me to move from my spot, wanting answers.
“what do you mean by ‘taking’ whatever ‘this’ is away from you? what even is ‘this’?” my questions come out quicker than i thought it would, and nanami throws my first question back in my face. “i thought you said there was nothing to talk about?” i sigh, growing exhausted. my feet drag me over to the couch, instinctively plopping down next to him.
maybe he was right, i was complicating things too much. we both had fun, we both enjoyed it, so why ignore it? in fact, maybe i shouldn’t be pushing this away at all, he was the only one that took his time, didn’t get frustrated with me, didn’t get too excited, talked me through it. and it seemed like he enjoyed it too, not just the sex but fulfilling me. it’s the ‘what if’ that’s holding me back, but i could hear him out.
“talk to me.” i say, ready for whatever he was about to throw at me.
“‘this’ is us. you’re pulling away from me. we have never been like that, why start now?” nanami’s words are fluid, as he speaks, his hands reaching over to pull my jacket down my shoulders. i allow myself to join his lucidity, pulling my arms out of the fabric and laying it over the arm rest. he keeps his hands on me, placing them on my knees and rubbing soothing circles over the skin. “we go together, that night was just the cherry on top. you think it’s too much? we won’t put a name on it. you think it’ll disappear? i won't let go. but if you don’t want this, i’ll back away. you just need to tell me.”
my silence was deafening as i watched the way his hands trailed up to the hem of my skirt, his fingers dancing underneath the fabric. my breathing was shallow against his touch, his fingers almost too hot to bear on my skin. they were options, each one addressing a different ‘what if’ inside my head and the only one i disagreed with was him backing away. all i had to do was tell him.
i don’t want to tell him to back away, i want this. i know i do. i know it in the way i allow him to reach farther up into my skirt, pulling my thighs apart and kneading the supple flesh between his palms. i was back in the palm of his hand except this time, i knew what to expect. there wouldn’t be any coaxing necessary, any dubious thoughts behind whether or not he was truly a man of his word could be thrown away along with the rest of them; because this time, i knew for sure.
and he knew as well. bringing himself to his knees on the very ground beneath me like he was a sinner and i was his god. it would be a greater sin to turn away his worship, his lips pressed against the top of my thighs, without any rhyme or reason. his fingers laced themselves underneath my underwear, playing tug of war with my conscience and will. for a moment, he paused to look up at me, no doubt a light bulb going off in his head.
“do you want me to take it?” he asks. i struggled with the words in my mind, let alone in my mouth but the way heat rushed through my body said more than i needed to know. i couldn’t make a sound, allowing myself to answer him with a simple nod of my head. his gentle touch turned rough, pulling me to the edge of the cushion and pushing my body down onto the couch. “you want me to take it because you don’t want to burden the responsibility of how this ends. but i need you,” he grunts, popping the buttons off my blouse and taking my still clad breast into his hand. “to understand that as long as it’s within my power, you are not going anywhere.” his free hand grabs my chin and forces our eyes to meet, a grin eating away at his lips. “if this will help me get to where i want us to be,”
he delivers a harsh squeeze to my bosom, “then i will take, and take, and take until you realize you can do nothing else but give.” a sigh falls from my lips when he presses against my clit through my panties, closing my eyes as flashbacks of him taking, ripping waves of pleasure through my body. he was right, if he needed me as bad as he says he’s going to have to pry the uncertainty out of my body, which clearly proves to be no issue to him.
“at the end of the day, princess, you’re going to live with the way i’ll make you crave me. i’ll make sure that every time you reach into the back of your underwear drawer you hesitate. you’ll reach for your phone and call me, and each time you call i’ll be at your heels, i’ll be in between your thighs making mess out of this pussy.” his words went to my core, heat rushed to my face when he pulls my panties down, seeing the mess he made. “but it seems like you have no problem doing that already. you want this as much as i do, and i’ll get those exact words out of you, in that order.”
i stifle a whimper when he dips his head down between my legs, kissing my lips and digging his tongue between them. i couldn’t bring myself to look at him still, but faulted back to his words last time.
“i don’t want you to focus on looking, i need you to focus on feeling.”
so i let myself feel again, i let him make his assaults on my cunt, twitching and grinding into him, giving him my body even though i was desperate for him to take. he held me down against the plush fabric underneath me, claiming his power over me. i didn’t want to argue anymore. i wanted him to give me every reason to shut up and the cries i was stifling only had one solution, his hand. i take his wrist between my fingers, dragging it up to my mouth and then i look down.
he was so beautiful, amber eyes almost on fire, brows pursed together as he peers at me from under them. i didn’t have to see his lips to guess that they were coated in my slick, plump and pink as always. and even though his hand sat loosely on my mouth, i pressed up against it as i cried, wave after wave of pleasure coursing through my veins in a way i couldn’t imagine without him present.
he pulls me from my bliss, wedging himself between my thighs and i can’t get enough of his cock; how it feels inside me, on me, rubbing between my folds and pressing onto my clit. the sounds of his breathy moans only heightened my sensitivity to everything around me, i didn’t have to move a muscle to please him the way he pleased me. it felt so gratifying, feeling like all i needed to bring to the table was plain and simple, myself. for a moment, his passion and determination was clear to me; watching the way he threw his head back as he bottomed out in my cunt, it all was so clear. he wasn’t going to let up, and i had no intention of allowing him to.
“k-kento,” i sound pathetic, whimpering his name and digging my nails into his hips. “harder.” my request seemed to light a new fire in him, and he’s smirking to himself. “yeah?” slowly, i begin to lose my grip. he’s hissing between his teeth as he grabs onto my waist, holding me still against his thrusts. as enveloped in pleasure as i was, i can’t help but watch him; from the rise and fall of his chest, the way his shoulders shudder when he goes in deep enough to have me clenching around him, and more importantly, the way his tongue runs over his lips, probably still tasting my climax from earlier.
“kiss me kento.” and he complies, moving his hands underneath me and pulling me up, enveloping my lips with his. he sucks and nibbles at my bottom lip and when our tongues finally introduce themselves to each other, i can’t help but to moan into his mouth. he rests his forehead against mine briefly, as if to catch his breath and he’s back to exploring my mouth again. i was coming quicker than i could have realized it, my jaw going slack and my eyes squeezing shut.
he hugged me as i came, stilling himself in me and holding me close to his chest. for once, this didn’t feel claustrophobic. it was like the world had suddenly stilled and all i could hear was his heart thumping against his chest. in that moment, i couldn’t be bothered with how tightly i held him. he was an anchor and i was a balloon too ambitious for my own good. i could’ve given him anything he asked for and as the ringing subsided in my ears, he only asked for one thing.
okay so like here's a lil quote from cherries pt2 im FOAMING at the mouth WHY do i do this to myself
“at the end of the day, princess, you’re going to live with the way i’ll make you crave me. i’ll make sure that every time you reach into the back of your underwear drawer you hesitate. you’ll reach for your phone and call me, and each time you call i’ll be at your heels, i’ll be in between your thighs making mess out of this pussy.”
cw: ts is just… hmmmmmskkansnakabsolapan. thank you for coming to my ted talk. praise, soft dom, light impact play, overstimulation, lmk if i missed anything.
sn: this is in first person and it’s so vague it could literally be anybody but in my heart and soul it’s nanami… or gojo… or yuta… (reblogs are appreciated lovelys 💕)
s: where you’ve never had the pleasure of being taken there, and nanami is nothing but chivalrous. wc: 1.5k
nsfw, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!!
“i don’t want you to focus on looking,” he whispers in my ear. my heart is thumping in my ears, so hot that his warm breath felt cool against them. “i need you to focus on feeling.” i exhale shakily and i feel; i feel the pads of his fingers dancing up and down my waist and stomach, the way they pinch ever so softly at my thighs, how gentle he handles me as if though i was the thinnest sheet of glass. i feel the way his stubble pricks at the soft flesh between my breasts, his open mouthed kisses leaving saliva behind to cool; like a reminder that he was there. i felt the way he brought me closer into his lap, i felt the aching need to bring myself closer to him.
i reach my arms back and do the opposite, placing them on his knees and allowing him more access to touch. my breathing is labored in anticipation of his next move. his fingers are playing with the band of elastic at my hips and i can’t help but to roll them forward into his touch.
“please.” i don’t even know what i’m asking for, but i’m willing to take anything he’d give me. the way he strings the tension between our bodies with his fingers, touching, grazing, groping, pulling. all the while i couldn’t breath. he tugs the fabric covering my pussy to the side, i could feel the heat exuding from my core onto his torso. “you see what happens when you let yourself feel?” he asks me quietly, running a single digit between my folds. i shudder at the sounds his fingers make, pulling my thighs apart and letting my head fall back.
his gentle touch never falters as he presses against my clit, i could just imagine the bastard’s face when i whine against the slow torturous circles he rubbed onto the bud. my chest is getting hot, i feel the sweat building up on my forehead but he remains composed. his arm wraps around my waist pulling me up to his chest as he begins to speed his fingers up.
it’s suddenly bright, and im staring into pools of desperation, i’m staring into a man’s eyes that screamt for nothing more than me relinquishing myself to him. but i wasn’t there yet, and he knew. “keep your eyes closed baby,” he mutters, and i do. “don’t worry about me, i’ll let you know when to look.” he instructs.
he doesn’t change his pace, instead just adding on to it. his teeth nip at my neck, biting and licking it after as if he was apologizing. my skin feels raw as he presses down with more pressure, i hum as his free hand cups my breast. he rolls my pert nipple between his middle and pointer fingers, even pinching and pulling them to his mouth for a quick swirl of his tongue.
my core was tightening, my thighs began to tense. i couldn’t believe it, i was almost there. the excitement that loomed my mind almost felt like doubt, was he really about to make me cum with just his fingers? i gasp for air as his fingers speed up against my clit, he’s reaching for my neck and placing soft kisses on my lips, “let it out baby, i got you. breath.”
i’m trying to regulate my breaths, in through my nose and out through my mouth. i’m trying to let it out, can’t he see? it’s not like i don’t want to cum, i do it by myself no problem. but this time it’s him, he’s drawing shapes and patterns on my clit, probably a ritual for all i know.
“look at me.” he urges me gently, “relax. you’re right there baby.” i steady myself on his shoulders, grinding up against his fingers until i feel a sharp slap on my thigh. “let me worry about that, you can use me to cum another time.” i choke at his words, furrowing my brows as i relax my thighs against his.
“i’m so close,” i whisper, my hips twitching. “who’s stopping you?” he whispers back, catching my eyes with his. “come for me.”
all i could see was his face smiling lazily, all i could hear was ringing and his compliments;
“look at you.”
“you listen so good.”
“so pretty baby, keep going.”
the sounds that crawled from my throat were feral. i came, i came so hard i forgot to breath. i came so hard i thanked him endlessly, i came so hard i nearly cried. but he didn’t stop, not when my thighs shook against his arms keeping me spread open, not when my hips bucked wildly. instead he stopped only to line himself up with my entrance and impale me on his cock.
for the first time that night he moaned so low i felt it in my own gut. my pussy pulsed around him, still clenching from the orgasm he seemed intent on not letting die down. “c’mon, give me more. now’s the time to use me baby.” he grunts, his massive hands grasping my ass in such contrast to his gentle demeanor earlier. his hands pulled me up and down on his cock and my nails are making crescent moons in his shoulders as i try to keep up.
“ah- fuck, oh my god!” i squeal. i grind against his pelvis, taking his words at face value, rubbing my swollen clit against him with each drag of my hips. i didn’t even register my second orgasm until i was sat entirely on his dick, my arms wrapped around his neck in an embrace so tight you would’ve thought i was drowning and he was a life raft.
“yes, yes, yes! come on this dick. you just need me to open the flood gates, huh?” his words were soothing and comforting but his actions were far from it. he hooked his arms under my legs and flips us over, the little air my lungs being knocked out by the new position. he drilled into me and the cries that poured from my mouth were almost embarrassing. who am i kidding? they are. not that either of us care.
his cock bullied my pussy, knocking into every wall, throwing away any of the dignity i could’ve had after this. he rests his forehead on mine, his eyes glued to mine as he spoke. “none of them could make you come ‘cause they’re not me.” my gut twists at his words. “but i can. and i’m going to make you come so hard around me that you’ll be addicted to me. you’ll keep crawling back to me. even your toys won’t make you scream like i will.”
that twist in my gut isn’t gone, and it’s getting stronger. “i-.”
“shut up. don’t talk. don’t do anything but come.” i whimper as he pulls back upright, pushing my knees against my chest and drawing his cock out to the tip before rushing right right back in. “i mean look at us baby, look at how you suck me in. god,” he snarls. “i’ve never seen anything more beautiful.” he sounds delirious, he looks delicious, and god does he feel even better.
the sweat shining from his broad chest, dripping down the washboard of his abdomen, i wanted to lick it all up and kiss all over him. i’d practically lost my mind, scratching and clawing at the sheets underneath me. i’ve never felt like this, not until him. he snakes his hand down to my folds, pressing up against my bud and that twist in my gut started to unravel.
my eyes widen as i scramble to watch what he’s watching, wanting to picture this moment and remember the feeling. “again baby? you gonna come again?” his voice is strained, and i nod fervently. “say my name when you come.” he demands.
i struggle to keep his eye contact as the waves of pleasure wash over me, his name coming out in broken sobs as my orgasm wrecks through my body.
“kento!”
he grunts and slumps forward, his thrusts slow and ragged. did he cum? i can’t think clearly. i’m seeing stars and i think i’ve gone deaf. that or the silence itself was deafening. i just let my best friend fuck me into oblivion.
“you good?” his voice bleeds into my focus. i blink slowly, trying to find the words, but only whining when i feel him pull out. he chuckles as he hovers over me, pinching the latex around the tip of his dick, pulling and knotting it. he tosses it to the wastebasket next to the bed and lays himself down next to me.
“you’re speechless.” he mumbles, his fingers running innocently down my stomach. there’s something else he says, but i don’t catch it. i wanted to ask him what he meant, making me addicted. but my eyes are heavy and i don’t have the slightest of energy to move.
cw: ts is just… hmmmmmskkansnakabsolapan. thank you for coming to my ted talk. praise, soft dom, light impact play, overstimulation, lmk if i missed anything.
sn: this is in first person and it’s so vague it could literally be anybody but in my heart and soul it’s nanami… or gojo… or yuta… (reblogs are appreciated lovelys 💕)
s: where you’ve never had the pleasure of being taken there, and nanami is nothing but chivalrous. wc: 1.5k
nsfw, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!!
“i don’t want you to focus on looking,” he whispers in my ear. my heart is thumping in my ears, so hot that his warm breath felt cool against them. “i need you to focus on feeling.” i exhale shakily and i feel; i feel the pads of his fingers dancing up and down my waist and stomach, the way they pinch ever so softly at my thighs, how gentle he handles me as if though i was the thinnest sheet of glass. i feel the way his stubble pricks at the soft flesh between my breasts, his open mouthed kisses leaving saliva behind to cool; like a reminder that he was there. i felt the way he brought me closer into his lap, i felt the aching need to bring myself closer to him.
i reach my arms back and do the opposite, placing them on his knees and allowing him more access to touch. my breathing is labored in anticipation of his next move. his fingers are playing with the band of elastic at my hips and i can’t help but to roll them forward into his touch.
“please.” i don’t even know what i’m asking for, but i’m willing to take anything he’d give me. the way he strings the tension between our bodies with his fingers, touching, grazing, groping, pulling. all the while i couldn’t breath. he tugs the fabric covering my pussy to the side, i could feel the heat exuding from my core onto his torso. “you see what happens when you let yourself feel?” he asks me quietly, running a single digit between my folds. i shudder at the sounds his fingers make, pulling my thighs apart and letting my head fall back.
his gentle touch never falters as he presses against my clit, i could just imagine the bastard’s face when i whine against the slow torturous circles he rubbed onto the bud. my chest is getting hot, i feel the sweat building up on my forehead but he remains composed. his arm wraps around my waist pulling me up to his chest as he begins to speed his fingers up.
it’s suddenly bright, and im staring into pools of desperation, i’m staring into a man’s eyes that screamt for nothing more than me relinquishing myself to him. but i wasn’t there yet, and he knew. “keep your eyes closed baby,” he mutters, and i do. “don’t worry about me, i’ll let you know when to look.” he instructs.
he doesn’t change his pace, instead just adding on to it. his teeth nip at my neck, biting and licking it after as if he was apologizing. my skin feels raw as he presses down with more pressure, i hum as his free hand cups my breast. he rolls my pert nipple between his middle and pointer fingers, even pinching and pulling them to his mouth for a quick swirl of his tongue.
my core was tightening, my thighs began to tense. i couldn’t believe it, i was almost there. the excitement that loomed my mind almost felt like doubt, was he really about to make me cum with just his fingers? i gasp for air as his fingers speed up against my clit, he’s reaching for my neck and placing soft kisses on my lips, “let it out baby, i got you. breath.”
i’m trying to regulate my breaths, in through my nose and out through my mouth. i’m trying to let it out, can’t he see? it’s not like i don’t want to cum, i do it by myself no problem. but this time it’s him, he’s drawing shapes and patterns on my clit, probably a ritual for all i know.
“look at me.” he urges me gently, “relax. you’re right there baby.” i steady myself on his shoulders, grinding up against his fingers until i feel a sharp slap on my thigh. “let me worry about that, you can use me to cum another time.” i choke at his words, furrowing my brows as i relax my thighs against his.
“i’m so close,” i whisper, my hips twitching. “who’s stopping you?” he whispers back, catching my eyes with his. “come for me.”
all i could see was his face smiling lazily, all i could hear was ringing and his compliments;
“look at you.”
“you listen so good.”
“so pretty baby, keep going.”
the sounds that crawled from my throat were feral. i came, i came so hard i forgot to breath. i came so hard i thanked him endlessly, i came so hard i nearly cried. but he didn’t stop, not when my thighs shook against his arms keeping me spread open, not when my hips bucked wildly. instead he stopped only to line himself up with my entrance and impale me on his cock.
for the first time that night he moaned so low i felt it in my own gut. my pussy pulsed around him, still clenching from the orgasm he seemed intent on not letting die down. “c’mon, give me more. now’s the time to use me baby.” he grunts, his massive hands grasping my ass in such contrast to his gentle demeanor earlier. his hands pulled me up and down on his cock and my nails are making crescent moons in his shoulders as i try to keep up.
“ah- fuck, oh my god!” i squeal. i grind against his pelvis, taking his words at face value, rubbing my swollen clit against him with each drag of my hips. i didn’t even register my second orgasm until i was sat entirely on his dick, my arms wrapped around his neck in an embrace so tight you would’ve thought i was drowning and he was a life raft.
“yes, yes, yes! come on this dick. you just need me to open the flood gates, huh?” his words were soothing and comforting but his actions were far from it. he hooked his arms under my legs and flips us over, the little air my lungs being knocked out by the new position. he drilled into me and the cries that poured from my mouth were almost embarrassing. who am i kidding? they are. not that either of us care.
his cock bullied my pussy, knocking into every wall, throwing away any of the dignity i could’ve had after this. he rests his forehead on mine, his eyes glued to mine as he spoke. “none of them could make you come ‘cause they’re not me.” my gut twists at his words. “but i can. and i’m going to make you come so hard around me that you’ll be addicted to me. you’ll keep crawling back to me. even your toys won’t make you scream like i will.”
that twist in my gut isn’t gone, and it’s getting stronger. “i-.”
“shut up. don’t talk. don’t do anything but come.” i whimper as he pulls back upright, pushing my knees against my chest and drawing his cock out to the tip before rushing right right back in. “i mean look at us baby, look at how you suck me in. god,” he snarls. “i’ve never seen anything more beautiful.” he sounds delirious, he looks delicious, and god does he feel even better.
the sweat shining from his broad chest, dripping down the washboard of his abdomen, i wanted to lick it all up and kiss all over him. i’d practically lost my mind, scratching and clawing at the sheets underneath me. i’ve never felt like this, not until him. he snakes his hand down to my folds, pressing up against my bud and that twist in my gut started to unravel.
my eyes widen as i scramble to watch what he’s watching, wanting to picture this moment and remember the feeling. “again baby? you gonna come again?” his voice is strained, and i nod fervently. “say my name when you come.” he demands.
i struggle to keep his eye contact as the waves of pleasure wash over me, his name coming out in broken sobs as my orgasm wrecks through my body.
“kento!”
he grunts and slumps forward, his thrusts slow and ragged. did he cum? i can’t think clearly. i’m seeing stars and i think i’ve gone deaf. that or the silence itself was deafening. i just let my best friend fuck me into oblivion.
“you good?” his voice bleeds into my focus. i blink slowly, trying to find the words, but only whining when i feel him pull out. he chuckles as he hovers over me, pinching the latex around the tip of his dick, pulling and knotting it. he tosses it to the wastebasket next to the bed and lays himself down next to me.
“you’re speechless.” he mumbles, his fingers running innocently down my stomach. there’s something else he says, but i don’t catch it. i wanted to ask him what he meant, making me addicted. but my eyes are heavy and i don’t have the slightest of energy to move.
seek help with your female inferiority complex and internalized misogyny
lmaooo yo mama
fr tho idk why you decided to take the time to write this, you literally do not know me. if my work offends you, you can go ahead and block me. you learned four big words and decided to come use them on me, relax before i start throwing dictionaries through your window.
im just so obsessed with your faves being obsessed with you, not ‘despite’ your body, but partly because of your body. because of the way you curve, because of the way your flesh looks so soft and plush and like it would dimple beneath their grip, because the sight of straps digging into plump shoulders and pinching at full thighs is so erotic. because the idea of your body jiggling when they bounce you on their cock makes them so hard they can’t concentrate. because the thought of being suffocated between the pudge of your thighs when they dip their head between your legs makes them need to furiously jerk off. because the thought of chubby cheeks streaming with tears and your soft stomach rolls painted with come and palms slapping against your generous rear makes them fair dizzy with want. hrrg.
