[strawberryama]

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✨ i’m mei! i’m in my 20s and i am librarian with a degree in art/design!

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[strawberryama]

Exposure Therapy

Vyn Richter x reader smut

contents : afab!reader, she/her, mentions of past sexual trauma, cunnilingus, established relationship, spoken consent, sir, good girl, darling, dearest, not proof read (i know, i know, i’m lazy whatever), short ending

Word count: 2.9k~

minors DNI. 18+!!!!

When you began dating Vyn, you never once hid your trauma and predicament. He was well aware of the incident and the baggage you carried from it. He was dually aware that you did not expect him to fix you. You saw a therapist of your own and had been working with them for a few years now. You were not for Vyn to fix. As your boyfriend, it wasn’t for him to do.

Vyn was more than understanding, completely agreeing with you. You worked at your own pace and with your therapist to heal how you needed to. Vyn was just there to love and support you, with or without the trauma you were working through. He, of course, was always at your side on good days and bad days. When you couldn’t make an appointment though, he’d always offer extra comfort, as he knew those days could be rough.

This particular day, when you arrived back to your shared home, you felt every nerve ending in your being on edge. You noticed Vyn’s slippers were missing as you slipped on your own pair. He must be in the house somewhere, you thought.

You carefully set your coat aside, entering the foyer. Not there. Looking to the kitchen, you found nothing there either. You recall that Vyn didn’t have any scheduled sessions this evening though, so if you were to check upstairs, you’d be okay.

Heading up the wooden stairs, you slowly made your way. It wasn’t rare for Vyn to be unaccounted for when you came home typically. Especially since he’d take emergency or late night sessions to better his patients. That was something you always admired about your boyfriend. In the one and a half years you were together, you got to know just how caring he was. Vyn was wise and compassionate. He always made time for you and his clients, rarely ever double booking. Even when he did happen to have overlap, you couldn’t find yourself too upset. Vyn Richter was a man dedicated to helping others. He wanted them to succeed and healthily manage whatever they may be dealing with so they can lead a long, happy life. So, there was hardly any room to be upset when he may be a bit late to a date or run over time on a counseling session, food already on the table.

You made it to the top of the stairs and sure enough, Vyn’s office door was closed. You quietly made your way over, footsteps slowing. You had big news. But it was scary for you.

As your hand raised to knock on the door, you hesitated. Vyn was one of the most loving and caring people you know. Vyn has always respected your boundaries and the pace at which you needed to go in the relationship. This development in your treatment should not surprise him. He can help in a direct manner finally. Vyn would not laugh or be disgusted. You had to remind yourself this, but your brain still struggled to believe it all.

It took you a bit, but you willed yourself to softly knock upon the white door. A muffled ‘come in’ promptly replied, causing you to walk right in.

Closing the door softly behind you, you looked to Vyn’s desk. He fixed his glasses and offered a gentle smile. Standing from his desk, Vyn began to speak. “Welcome home, dear. Did everything go well?”

“Yeah,” you began. Your voice drawled off, immediately putting Vyn on alert. He could tell there was more. You wouldn’t have come in to his office so shy and on guard unless there was - or you were needy, of course.

Vyn stepped out from behind his desk, motioning to his client couch. “Would you like to speak about it at all?”

You didn’t reply, instead opting to purse your lips. The anxiety was evident from your body language alone. The short walk over to the white couch was filled with an empty head, thoughts so loud your mind went blank. It wasn’t until your bottom hit the cushy surface that you recognized you’d made it over and sat down beside Vyn.

“You know I won’t force you to speak, ______. If you just need company or a hug, I am more than happy to supply.”

Why was he so sweet? And, why was this so difficult? It wasn’t like you hadn’t been intimate before! It was just…kept to heated makeouts and a bit of dry humping. Vyn was sexually attracted to you. He’d voiced that before. You were ready; you were simply scared.

“Vyn, I don’t know how to go about this. It’s…It’s just embarrassing.”

“My dear, there’s not a thing you could say that’d make me love you less or see you as less.”

“I know. It’s just difficult,” you groan. You find yourself reaching out for Vyn hand closest to you, wrapping your fingers about his pinky.

“Take your time, love. I’m free all night.”

All night. That’s right. Vyn is all yours tonight. You don’t need to tell him just yet if you aren’t ready. You two can go downstairs, have dinner, get ready for bed and then you could tell him. But wouldn’t it be better to rip it off like a bandaid? To get all this over with. The decision was difficult.

You looked to Vyn though, and your body knew which option it wanted more. Vyn was so pretty. His sleeves were rolled up and his shirt was unbuttoned at the top two. You could see the veins in his strong arms. Something so simple, made you feel a coil in your stomach tighten. It was now. Your body was screaming now. And who were you to disobey?

“My therapist,” you began. One look in Vyn’s eyes that intently watched you, and you found yourself looking down, averting your gaze. “They, uhm..- ahem! Suggested I begin…exposure therapy. With you.

“They said replacing the bad memories with new, better ones, would help me. But I know that’s a big ask, so I understand if you aren’t interested or are busy. We can just pretend I didn’t say that and go have dinner-“

A warm pair of lips quickly placed themselves upon your own, grinning. Vyn. He was smiling into the kiss. He was smiling.

As he pulled back, the smile was still evident. “I would be honored to aid in your treatment. I can begin whenever you are most comfortable.”

“Can…we order in if we do it now to get it out the way?”

“Are you sure you’re ready?”

“Food is the best motivator or else I’ll never be ready,” you smile, half joking, half serious.

“Well, if you are certain.”

“Mm.”

“I’ll be sure to have my phone nearby to order as soon as we finish.”

That was all it took. And that is how you found yourself in your shared bedroom, back on the bed. Your legs were spread, Vyn sat in between them. Your panties had hastily thrown to the side almost as soon as you hit the mattress.

“Now, _______,” Vyn spoke up. He hiked up your skirt with a hand, catching your attention. Nothing was in the open just yet, but it was nerve wracking. His gaze never left your eyes though, watching carefully. “We’ve talked about the stop light system, yes?”

“Yes, sir.”

Vyn nearly let out a shudder upon being called sir. He could feel his cock twitch. Not yet, he thought. Not tonight. “Good girl. Red means?”

“Stop.”

“Green means?”

“Go.”

“Yellow?”

“Sl..slow down.”

Vyn grinned, patting his girlfriend’s thigh gently. “Good girl. I’m only going to go down on you tonight, okay? Eating you out, if you will.”

The different phrasing for the action made you squeeze your cunt. Everything was going so quickly. You knew Vyn would slow down but you just couldn’t help how anxious you felt.

“I’ll be gentle and slow. I’m sure this is scary and overwhelming for you. Please, don’t hesitate to stop me, call out your safe word, anything at all. This is about you. Okay?”

“M…Mhm.”

“May I begin? May I eat you out, darling?”

“Y-Yes, Vyn. Please.”

A sigh soft left Vyn’s lips before a smile graced them. Vyn took off his glasses, neatly setting them off to the side, on the mattress. He scooted back some, lowering himself down. It took everything in you to not close your legs, but your hands still instinctively covered your wet pussy.

Vyn didn’t even flinch though, gently taking one hand, intertwining your fingers together. “My love, don’t push yourself. I know this is scary.”

“I want to. My body just…I react without thinking.”

“I know. Hold my hand. I’ll take your other in just a second.”

You did exactly as he instructed, holding his one hand in yours with both of yours. His gentle grasp was so calming. It made you relax your tensed shoulders ever so slightly. Even as he fully flipped up your skirt, revealing your cunt, you found yourself not as anxious as expected. You did force yourself to take a few deep breathes though.

“Your other hand, milady,” Vyn beckoned. He waved his now free hand, inviting you to take it. You wasted no time, clinging to it automatically. Vyn’s hands were like a life line in the dark abyss. They were soft but strong. You put all your anxieties into them.

“Alright, my love. Once more, are you absolutely certain?”

“Yes, Vyn. I want you,” you whimper. You could feel Vyn’s light exhale over your skin. It nearly had you jumping. You resisted, yet again, opening your legs wider for your boyfriend, but never laying them flat. You struggled to not cage Vyn’s head but with how he held your hands, it made it difficult to lay your thighs flat.

All the while you tried calm yourself down, Vyn simply laid there, taking you in though. He didn’t make a move at all. He didn’t move to kiss your thighs, he didn’t move to taste you. None of it. He simply held your hands, resting his cheek against your inner thigh m. His eyes shut as he took his time, truly getting comfortable. But this only confused you. You could only see so much, and Vyn was a complex guy. What was he thinking? What was he doing? Not that you were complaining that he slowed down.

It was silent. But for once, your rushing thoughts ceased. You felt like you could breathe again. You weren’t struggling to take in all the air you could. The soft grip on your hands, kept you calm almost. Vyn’s cheek against your thigh, reminding you that he was always right there for you. Vyn was letting you get comfortable. He was giving you control back of your mind. Of course, this was a gamble. Your thoughts could’ve swarmed you instead of quelling.

You found yourself calming down so much so that your eyes fell shut. Your chest rose and fell at a steady, calm pace. You were calm. You trusted Vyn. Vyn would never intentionally harm you. That wasn’t in him. Everything Vyn did was to make you smile and be comfortable in your relationship, and in yourself. You never had to doubt when it came to him. Even when he wasn’t in sight, he was always there, ensuring your safety and comfort.

A small, soft kiss was placed upon your inner thigh. Vyn hummed softly, looking up to you. You were met with that honeyed pair of eyes as soon as you opened your eyes. Those eyes that were so intense, filled with emotion on top of emotion. You found yourself heating up even more.

“Darling?”

“Y…Yeah, Vyn?”

“I love you.”

“I-I love you too!”

Vyn pressed his cheek against your thigh, sighing softly. “Have you settled down a bit?”

Ah, as you suspected. “Y…Yes.”

“Good.”

Vyn shifted a bit, his grasp on your hands never leaving you. He centered himself between your legs, no longer resting against one of your thighs.

“I’ll be sure to keep the teasing to a minimum, my love,” he stated.

With another gentle, reassuring squeeze to your hands, you felt Vyn’s lips gently kiss your cunt. It was almost as if he was promising you he’d be gentle and take things slow. He was slow and cautious in his movements, tongue peaking out. Vyn gave an experimental lick to your clit. Upon seeing your collected response, he pressed on a bit, tongue stroking up your pussy lips. His tongue greeted every inch, leaving no spot unfamiliarized. Vyn returned to your clit though, tongue gently encircling it.

All the while Vyn’s hot breath was an added stimulation that had your eyes scrunching close and your breath being held. You could hear him chuckle ever so slightly and you shot your eyes open to glare at him but he just grinned at you, eyes staring into yours.

“Wh…What?”

“You’re cute,” he hummed, still drawing gentle circles with his tongue.

You could only whine at his teasing; he said he’d go easy on you but here he was right off the bat teasing you. As if to tell you not to whine, his tongue began to flick back and forth quickly, and you were suddenly whining for a different reason. You shut your eyes tightly and you tensed at the pleasure.

Vyn hummed, eyes trained in your face and reactions. His warm breath an added stimulation. “Such a gorgeous woman…trusting me and allowing me to taste her delicious count..”

While you initially feared his dirty talk would make things worse off, it oddly heightened the experience. He talked you through it, making your head spin and your cunt drool. Your boyfriend’s words going straight to your needy clit that he flicked with his tongue.

“My love,” he moaned, looking up from her folds. “This may…be a bit too much. I apologize but I can’t help but want to hear you moan for me. Just let me know if I’m being too much.”

Vyn proceeded to wrap his lips about your sensitive clit, sucking and slurping. At first it was okay but then as he continued to suck, you found your toes curling and back arching. A gasp was ripped from your throat. A desperate cry left your lips as he sucked, a triumphant grin on his lips at the reaction.

It felt like nothing you’d ever felt before. It was intense and had you begging for more but no more at the same time. Your hands tried to leave Vyn’s but he gripped your hands, not allowing it. You were his.

Once he finally came up, he panted, licking his lips. “What’s your color, darling?~”

“Green,” you said without hesitation.

“Oh?~ Did that feel that good?” He teased. “Then I shall continue.”

His tongue gathered your juices on his tongue, dining on you like you were a Michelin meal. His eyes grew dark with lust as his tongue prodded your pink pussy’s dripping entrance. He wanted more straight from the source. And he was going to have it.

Vyn muttered something about ‘such a sloppy little pussy’ before lapping hungrily at your folks again. He needed every drop you’d give him.

You didn’t miss how his hips subtly grinded against the mattress seeking his stimulation. But you knew better than to bring it up. He made it clear tonight was about you. So he’d settle for dry humping the porcelain white sheets, cock in his trousers begging to join in on all the fun.

“Vyn,” you moan, thighs beginning to tremble as his lips returned to your puffy clit. “Vyn, I-I’m getting close, love.~”

You didn’t need to tell him twice though. He sucked on your clit harder, tongue teasing it in his mouth, swirling it. His golden eyes trained on you, daring - demanding that you came on his expert tongue. An order from your boyfriend. An order you weren’t keen on disobeying.

You chanced a glance down only to see Vyn’s intense gaze on you. He was a wild but attentive. He was vigilant…all over you. It was as if he stared right through you.

And as if on command, your back arched and your toes curled. A strangled whine escaped your lips as you came, being pushed from your lungs. His name fell like a desperate plea as your senses were flooded with nothing by Vyn.

“Breathe, my darling,” he whispered. He was at your side in an instant, holding your hand and coaching you through the rush. His gentle voice was warm in your ear, reminding you to inhale and exhale. It was what brought you back to the shore and had you looking to him, panting.

“Are you alright..?”

You nod, swallowing thickly. “Yes…yes, I’m alright.”

“Was it too much?” Vyn inquired, wanting to make sure all was okay.

“N-No! No, that was…fantastic. Christ, Vyn.”

His worried but measured expression turned cocky. Vyn was a humble man but in that moment he was practically preening. That smug smile spread across his lips as he fixed his glasses back upon the bridge of his nose.

“Glad to hear I could be of assistance in your…care plan.~”

You swatted at his chest, rolling your eyes. Even now, he was cheeky bastard. But it was one of the reasons you loved him so much.

“I believe I was promised food delivery right away after we were done?” you mentioned.

“Ah…right,” Vyn laughed breathlessly. “On it, on it.”

[strawberryama]

Always Watching

Can be read as a stand alone but pt 1 and 2 are linked below

Favors | Hot Springs

content : female reader (who is not a participant but is spoken about), masturbation, voyuerism, cucking (i guess is the best tag?), unrequited love, En doesn’t exist in this (i’m sorry my queen), angst kinda, how tf do i end this?

Not beta read. Im lazy.

18+ Minors DNI!!

Kanamori, Kozo. A hopeless romantic who quietly was obsessed with the girl that kept the swordsmith estate he stayed in tidy. She made the meals, tended to the gardens, cleaned up after all the swordsmiths, and was just a ray of sunshine.

Ever since she came to help out a few years ago, he’d been smitten with her. Moving from the city to this village was not exactly…an easy change. But ______ always smiled and seemed to be so happy. Over time, she got accustomed to the masks, the people, and she was calling the village home. She was like a sister of sorts to most of them.

But Kanamori just couldn’t see her as a sister. ______ was his ray of sunshine in the dark. He was in love, fully. If he could follow her around all day, he would. Her hair was so soft looking and her eyes lit up whenever she smiled at him.

She was the one.

But there was one small problem with the one.

Kozo dreamed of her every night. He relished in every moment he got with her. From the cheerful way she told him good morning to the way she scolded him for not taking better care of himself; he cherished every single moment he got with her. His every fiber was for her. He only fell asleep so peacefully each night cause he knew when the sun rose that it was her that would be there to greet him each morning once he made his way out of bed. He only wished that that good morning was paired with a gentle kiss…

But she was not his.

And as he hid in a bush by the hot springs, he knew that she never would be.

Kanamori’s heart ached as he saw before him the love of his very life and one of his friends entangled. ______ was beneath Haganezuka, her nails digging into his biceps as he pushed his cock into her tight, wet cunt. The sight before him shattered every single piece of his heart. The girl that he had loved for years was underneath another man.

He couldn’t decide whether to make his presence known or to ran far away and never look back. But the love and care in her eyes as she stretched about his friend stung. It was like someone had smeared venom all over an open wound and he had to sit and watch it bubble and burn. He couldn’t tear his eyes away.

What hurt the most was the gentle way Haganezuka spoke to her. He was never kind to anyone - let alone ______. Haganezuka and ______ fought constantly. But here, before Kozo, he saw just as much love in his friend’s eyes as he did ______’s. How could he stand a chance? How could he dare to selfishly tear them apart when they so clearly were in love?

He couldn’t, and he simply would not. He would not take that happiness from his friend, whose chance at love very well may be this and this alone. And he couldn’t take away _____’s happiness. Kozo loved her, he truly did. But to love someone, didn’t guaranteed their love back. So in that moment, despite the pain in his heart, he decided he would support them both.

He’d support his friend and his crush like the good man that he was. He wouldn’t dream about ______ every night. He wouldn’t fall asleep solely to know he’d get to see her smile in the morning. And he certainly wouldn’t…think about the way her breasts bounced with every thrust of Haganezuka’s hips…

Kanamori shook his head, trying to look away from his friends. This was wrong….but this was, his only chance to see his beloved naked.

He told himself that he’d let go after this. He knew this was wrong and gross. He knew it. But just because he knew what he was doing was wrong, did not stop him from reaching into his pants and pulling out his hardening cock.

The way ______’s tits bounced was mesmerizing. He’d imagined them before, many a night. But this evening, she was just a few feet away. Her wet, naked body was in perfect view. Kanamori gnawed at his bottom lip as he watched those perfect tits he’d dreamed about for years bounce.

He collected the spit in his mouth before letting it drool down onto his long cock. Kanamori couldn’t risk spitting for fear of the noise drawing attention.

As the cold spit hit his cock, he shuddered and began to rub it in. He watched through the bushes, fisting his cock in time with Haganezuka’s thrusts. If he kept in time, then maybe - just maybe - he could pretend like it was him fucking ______ instead of his friend.

Kanamori could barely make out the flushed look on ______’s face as she wrapped her arms about Haganezuka. But what he could see drove him wild. He would’ve given anything to be the one inside that tight cunt, looking down at her flustered face. To watch her look away and tilt her head back with a gentle guiding hand. To lean down and capture those lips while his cock slides in and out, balls slapping against her ass.

“Good girl, ______,” he panted under his breath to himself. “Such a good girl…”

He wanted to be the one to watch her get all shy from his praise. But he had to settle for watching from a distance.

Kanamori panted softly as he stroked himself. But then he heard the naughtiest words slip from ______’s mouth to Haganezuka.

“Y…Your cock…is so big…i-it feels like it’s tearing me apart…” she said shyly to Haganezuka.

It was quiet, but Kanamori heard it loud and clear. He had to put his free hand over his mouth to cover up the moan that threatened to escape.

After hearing such dirty words, Kanamori switched from stroking his cock to suddenly fucking his fist. His hips silently knocking into his hand as he desperately imagined it to be her cunt. He grew jealous that Haganezuka’s balls got to slap against ______’s ass meanwhile his swayed in the air, tightening as he got close.

He wanted ______. He needed ______. Kanamori could no longer hold back the hushed chant of her name on his lips.

“______, ______, my angel. I love you,” he said under his breath. “Such a good girl taking that big cock, angel..”

He thrusted desperately into his fist, closing his eyes. Kanamori had to savor this moment. He promised himself he’d let go after this. He had to.

“My angel, you’re doing such a good job,” he whispered.

He was nearly convinced that it was ______ he fucking. He could hear her moans and the wet sound of her cunt. Kanamori was practically the one fucking ______. He could feel that wet pussy squeezing down on him. His beloved was gonna cum on his cock. She was going to cum with him.

He let out a quiet moan, eyes rolling back as he fucked into her. His good girl. His angel.

Kanamori’s hips began to stutter as his orgasm washed over him. He managed to stay quiet as came, impressing even himself.

His hot, watery cum covered the grass below him. Some of the leaves on the bush he hid behind got coated too. He just kept stroking his tip though, pumping out as much cum as possible. And whether she knew or not, it was all for ______. This mess he made was all for her.

Kanamori panted as he sat back, trying to catch his breath after such an intense orgasm when he heard Haganezuka and ______.

“Who owns this pussy?”

“You, sir!”

“Louder! Who owns this tight, little cunt?”

“You, Hotaru!”

Kanamori blew a stray hair out of his face and sighed. He put his cock away and sat there for second as he was once again faced with reality. It wasn’t him that had ______ crying out, it was Haganezuka. And it wasn’t Kozo that she was yelling…it was Hotaru.

It was time to move on. After years of pining and never getting anywhere, it was time.

The heartache washed over him again as he tried not to be bitter. But he just couldn’t help it. The jealousy stung. He was closer in age to ______ and so much kinder to her! So why him?! Why grumpy, bitter, thirty-seven year old Haganezuka?!

Kanamori tried to calm himself and his thoughts. They’d never do him any good, and he knew that. He had the right to grieve the loss of his love to another, but he couldn’t be too mad when it was his friend. More so, he didn’t want to be mad.

Haganezuka had never had anyone that was interested in him in the years Kanamori knew him. After all, his personality didn’t really leave much to love. He was temperamental and a perfectionist. Haganezuka had never been afraid to let someone know of his true feelings, no matter how hurtful they were. On top of that, he was overly dedicated to his craft which took up days and weeks of his time.

He should be happy for Haganezuka and ______. They clearly love each other. They’re his friends.

But the reminded that they were his friends suddenly made him feel guilty. He just came, watching his friends fuck.

Poor Kanamori had so many emotions to work out - guilt, shame, disgust, heartbreak.

He sighed softly to himself, knowing staying here would only get him in trouble. So, to the best of his abilities he snuck off into the woods, opting to steer clear of the path to the hot springs as to not be caught. He left his mess behind him and hopefully, the love he held for ______.

[strawberryama]

Hot Springs

sequel to favors

haganezuka x younger, fem! reader

content : content : age gap!!! (early/mid twenties reader. If you arent comfy with that/dont like it, just dont read it), tsundere-ish reader, “good girl,” “princess,” piv, brief cunnilingus, oh no i think i’m in love love with the asshole, hot spring, is??? Someone watching??, mating press, creampie

Minors dni 18+!!

It’d been roughly two weeks since that evening, and things began to pick up in the village. Seems everyone and their mother was in need of a sword, whether it be a replacement or someone looking for their first time sword. Either way, Haganezuka was busy. As was Kanamori, and even the chief. They hardly left their workspaces. All meals were brought to the craftsmen and left outside their respective rooms.

And despite it being a rather peaceful few weeks, ______’s body was so tense. So, on this particular night, she found herself headed off to the steaming hot spring, smile on her face. ______’d been busying herself by deep cleaning the entire estate and even redoing the garden. So the very thought of soaking away all the sweat and grime was heaven on earth to the girl. Relaxing her tight shoulder muscles was merely a bonus when she considered how sweaty she’d gotten over the day’s work.

As she reached the spring, ______ began to skip a bit. She could hear the water and it got her giddy. A huge bath all to herself. Just for her. It’d been like that this entire time everyone was busy. And it seemed that she would be lucky enough for a few more days.

But...actually, her luck had already run out.

When ______ finally got to the clearing she shrieked in surprise and horror. Haganezuka of all people was currently occupying the hot springs. Had she not already found herself staring at him, maybe she would’ve had amble time to run off and pretend the scenario never took place. But when Haganezuka looked over at her, ______’s poor attempt to hide in the bushes failed her.

“I already saw and heard you, idiot. Just come join me.”

He was right. She wasn’t very sly at all. Then again, stealth was never her forte.

______ emerged from the bushes, setting aside her soap and towel. Kicking off her shoes, she looked to Hagnezuka. How kind, she thought noticing he turned away. She took that as a sign to untie and quickly fold her kimono before slipping into the hot water. ______ made sure to be quick as she knew if she wasn’t fast enough Haganezuka would make some comment.

She sank down into the water with a sigh as all the tension in her body seemed to just wash away. Her stiff muscles finally took a sigh of relief, relaxing. Her body already began to feel refreshed as the sweat and dirt disappeared into the spring. ______ removed the pin that held her hair up, placing it on top of her neatly folded clothes. It was the same beautiful hair pin that Haganezuka made her. He didn’t know it since he was so busy, but she wore it every day. It was her favorite gift she’d ever received. She could feel the hard work and concentration that was required to make it. It was probably the nicest item she’d ever received.

“Haganezuka-“

“Hotaru,” he said, cutting her off. He still was turned to face away. Thank the heavens he was, his correction alone had _______ burning up.

“H…Huh?”

“Call me Hotaru like you did that night.”

If she was hot before, ______ was now boiling. She wanted to dive under the water and never reemerge. How could this guy make her so nervous but irritate her so much at the same time?

“F…Fine. Hotaru, you can turn around. I’m in the spring.”

It took him a moment but he turned to face ______, a faint red dusting his own cheeks. But the question was, was it the hot spring or ______ that caused that? His eyes met hers but they were quick to wander so shamelessly - eyeing her chest and the perky nipples that tried to hide below the water.

“H-Hey! What’re you doing?”

“Just looking.”

“Well, stop!”

Haganezuka finally cracked a smirk, leaning in, nearly touching noses with ______. “Hmmm? You saying you aren’t interested anymore?”

“I-I didn’t say that!” ______ reared back a bit, almost offended. She didn’t even truly process what she was admitting to that sly fox of a man did.

“Good. Cause I ain’t gonna give you up to someone like Kanamori. And that kid sure ain’t getting you either.”

“Kotetsu?”

“Yeah. Keeps telling me that if I don’t snatch you up, he’s gonna. Something about being better suited for you.”

______ couldn’t hold back the giggle that escaped. Kotetsu was a sweet kid. He’d been the only one not too busy these past few weeks. So, he was often following ______ about during meals and helping send them off to the swordsmen. He was a sweet kid alright. But he was a kid. And not to mention…

“Oi! Don’t laugh!” Haganezuka barked.

“Haha! He’s far from my type. Trust me.”

“Nn? Then what is your type?”

______ felt the heat return to her cheeks as she opened her mouth. “Well…older, for starters; preferably older than me. A man that’s…stubborn but dedicated to his work is nice too. A guy that irritates me to no end and bickers with me; one that mindlessly tracks blood all over the veranda, even if I do have to clean up that big mess.”

With each descriptor, Haganezuka’s smile only grew. He grew closer and closer, eyeing her lips.

“Anything else?”

“A guy that has a thing for wind chimes would be nice, too.”

“Lucky for you, I think I happen to check every single box. Even the wind chimes.”

The shy smile that spread on ______’s face said it all. Haganezuka closed the gap, pulling her into a deep kiss. He was always so heavy and intense compared to _______. When she went in for a soft kiss, he locked their lips together, hands finding and squeezing her waist. He massaged at the skin, beckoning her to straddle his lap.

“Mm,” ______ moaned into Haganezuka’s mouth. She was being swallowed whole it felt like. How did this asshole always know just what to do to? How did she even allow him to sway her this much?

The kiss began to grow needy as Haganezuka’s tongue pushed its way into _____’s mouth. It explored her mouth, hungry for her. His hands on her hips, yanked her closer until her body was flush with his. Haganezuka’s intentions of continuing where they last left off were loud and clear.

But, wait!

______ placed her hands on Haganezuka’s chest, presing back and freeing herself with a gasp. “I needed to bathe. C…Can we…you know?”

That asshole - he quirked an eyebrow, smirk on his lips. “Use your words, princess. Can we what?”

Ugh! Not the ‘princess’…that made her putty in his hands. “C-Can we…continue back at the estate once we get all clean?”

“Oh, you don’t wanna do it here?”

“H-Haganezuka!”

“Hotaru,” he corrected. “It’s okay. You’re a good girl that follows the rules. Nothing wrong with that. You wanna be my good girl from now on, _______?”

If the water wasn’t getting to her, than Hotaru surely was. She could feel how hot her body was. _______ even felt a bit lightheaded. The seductive way he said her name, his thumbs rubbing her hips, it was all so much. “Y…Yeah.”

“Then I suppose we should get this good girl cleaned up,” he whispered against her lips

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..

“Hotaru!” _______ shrieked suddenly.

Hotaru had shoved ______ right off his lap, pushing her into the water. He couldn’t help the loud laugh that erupted from his chest watching as the tiny girl went under with a splash. The betrayed expression that flashed across her face briefly before she was plunged under by gravity was adorable. Truly, he was in love with that brat.

He knew what was coming though. As soon as _______ popped up from the steaming water, the anger was evident on her face. “Hotaru!!!”

“There’s my girl,” he snickered. “That’s the _______ I know - pissed at me for one thing or another.”

“Haganezuka, Hotaru! I’m gonna kill you!”

Hotaru ignored the empty, angry threats thrown at him one after the other. He reached for the soap _______’d left outside the spring, grinning at her so smug.

“Sure ya are. But why don’t you turn around so I can get your back first.”

The growl that she let out was truly the funniest thing Hotaru’d heard in years. She was always all bark, no bite, such a tsundere brat. Seeing her be all mushy and honest about her feelings sure was cute, but Hotaru had an affinity for when that tiny gal was telling him off. The duality of seeing her so pissed and combative only to have her be puddy in his hands, begging and whining for him, was such a sight to behold. And man oh man, it was hot to Hotaru.

So that word vomit of insults and grumbling that left out of _______’s mouth was music to Hotaru’s ears as he washed her back. He massaged at her shoulders, earning a gentle whimper, cutting off the onslaught. Though, as he moved towards her neck, a moan left her lips and Hotaru grinned.

“Hm?~”

“Nothing..”

Hotaru’s grin turned to a smirk as he stood up, towering over _______. He placed a gentle kiss on her neck, testing the waters.

“Haga-“

“Do I need to punish you each time you refer to me incorrectly?”

_______’s body stiffened. Fuck.. “N-No, sir.”

God, that nickname brought visions of that night back to Hotaru. It had him twitching and he could feel heat rising. It was as if he was possessed by his need suddenly as he began to litter ______’s neck with languid kisses.

“Hey! Wh..What happened to cleaning me up?”

Hotaru snickered at this. “You’ll get clean eventually.”

______ turned around immediately, readying to yet again combat the swordsmaker but was met his warm lips upon hers. He hummed into the kiss and ______ could tell that sneaky bastard was smiling. He was all too proud of himself for that one.

Haganezuka grabbed ______ by the waist, pressing her tiny wet body against his large one. He relished in the way ______’s nipples rubbed against his skin, hardening against the cool air as they stood in the spring. It wasn’t everyday he got the bratty little housekeeper’s perfect body all to himself, after all. He grew hard at the sensation, practically shoving his tongue down _______’s throat.

“God, you’re so hot,” he mumbled as he broke the kiss.

“H..H-Hotaru..!”

He just smirked down to her, watching as she clammed up, cheeks turning red. It was just like that night they shared. He’d be lying if he said he didn’t get lost in the memory once or twice since the evening of lust. Hotaru was ashamed but just the other evening he found himself breathless with ______’s name falling from his lips in a wanton hush. His rough, calloused hand was nothing like what ______’s gentle hands had to feel like about him. The thought would only have him bucking his hips more and more, sloppily thrusting in hopes that maybe his favorite little housekeeper’d stumble in on accident. Then knowing how kind she was, she’d repay him his favor. There was no way she wouldn’t. He knew her too well.

Hotaru returned in full force, grabbing at her hips, pulling her into another overpowering kiss. ______ let out a moan of shock and pleasure, gripping at his biceps. Being pressed so closely, ______ could feel everything. And if this was Hotaru’s plan from the start, god was he doing a damn good job. She’d already abandoned the idea of cleaning up. Her mind was too occupied by the tongue that roamed her mouth and the wet cock that at her naval.

______ didn’t even notice as Hotaru’s hands began to roam about his lover’s wet body as he listened to her soft gasps, longing for more. One hand occupied her breast while the other ventured to an all too familiar territory.

“H..Hotaru,” ______ whimpered as her breath caught in her throat.

He brushed aside her moan and began to roll gentle circles into her clit, feeling how truly wet she already was.

______ threw back her head, holding in a whimper at the jolt of pleasure. How was he good at everything? It wasn’t fair. She looked at Hotaru through her eyelashes and she felt herself grow even wetter. The look of concentrated lust and the slight tinge of red on his cheeks was heavenly. He was a truly perfect being.

If it weren’t for Hotaru taking note of how she snuck little glances at him, he might’ve played with her a bit longer. But he couldn’t help himself anymore. He’d held back for what felt like an eternity.

“God, doll. You didn’t tell me you were this creamy,” he snickered. “On your back. I need you. Now.”

______ hesitated in surprised but quickly nodded. Hotaru was hot when he demanded her pussy like that. She waded over to the edge of the spring before shyly turning to face Hotaru. The look of pure lust and hunger in his eyes was suffocating and intoxicating. ______ didn’t even think twice before hopping up on the edge, looking up at Hotaru as he grinned down at her.

“Lay back. I’ve been dying to taste this pussy for weeks.”

Those vulgar words had ______’s toes curling. But Hotaru wasted no time, grabbing the plush thighs before him, nestling his head between them. He didn’t hesitate even a single second before diving right in.

His tongue immediately took to swirling her clit in circles, making her whine. ______’s breasts heaved as Hotaru’s tongue flicked at her swollen little nub. He was a god. How was one person even this goddamn good at eating pussy? And just when she grew comfy, he’d switch it up.

Those thick fingers ______ remembered so well returned to her aching cunt, two slowly slipping in. The stretch was like a warm drink of water after being out in the cold, flooding her senses. Her pussy clamped down on his fingers, welcoming the burn of being stretched out.

They both missed this. They’d wanted this for weeks. They’d needed it. And they finally got it. _______’s fingers were no where near as good as Hotaru’s. They weren’t long enough, and no where thick enough. And Hotaru…he craved her body more than he craved air. He was like a starved man, finally eating for the first time in a week.

“Oh my god, Hotaru!” she gasped in pure ecstasy. “Just like that! Thank you, sir!”

Hotaru grunted before beginning to suck on her clit. He felt her thighs trembling and he hummed, sending a vibration to her core. His goal wasn’t to make her cum just yet, it was to get that pussy nice and wet for his cock.

His fingers curled up every few thrusts, sending ______ into a frenzy. It was the spot that drove her crazy but the inconsistency of it being rubbed against left her craving more. She grew needy, whining loudly.

“‘Taruuuu!!”

“Yes, baby?~”

He knew exactly what she was bitching about. But he wasn’t about to give it to her. Not right now.

“Stop teasing me!” ______ complained.

Hotaru smirked, pulling his fingers out completely. He stood up, looking down on her as he sucked his fingers clean. “With pleasure.”

______ gasped as Hotaru began to fist his fat cock right before her, a sadistic glint in his eyes. He brought the tip to her cunt, rubbing up and down to get his dick nice and slick with her precum.

“Just like you asked, princess. No more teasing,” he snickered.

Hotaru then began to sink his girthy cock into her tight cunt. He hissed as he guided it in, her hole being far tighter than he anticipated. Which meant ______ was gasping, digging her nails into his biceps as he slowly pushed in.

The pair gasped and groaned until Hotaru bottomed out, his hands on either side of ______’s head holding him up.

“Shit….you’re so fuckin’ tight,” he hissed.

______, on the other hand, wasn’t fairing any better. Painful tears lined her eyes as she continued to take shallow breaths. Her nails still bit at Hotaru’s biceps and she gnawed on her lip. “You’re…too big, idiot,” she gasped.

Hotaru couldn’t even be mad at her calling him an idiot. ______ was taking the brunt of the discomfort and had every right to deal with it how she needed to. But the sooner she relaxed, the sooner they both were better off.

Hotaru gently ran his hand up and down her thigh, trying to soothe her. He, admittedly, wasn’t great at comforting others. He’d clam up and always say the wrong thing when he was trying to hard. So, he tried to pick his words very carefully.

“Hey, look at me, princess..”

His hand continued to run up and down her thigh as she looked up at him through a pained pouted.

“Good girl..you’re doing so good,” he whispered. His free hand cradled her cheek, thumb brushing away any tears. “Take your time. I’m right here for you.”

Looking up at Hotaru, ______ melted a bit. The tension and pain eased a bit as she tried to relax. Hotaru was never this kind to her. He was brash, a pervert, and got on her last nerve. Feeling his warm hands comfort her while he tried to offer support was a new feeling. It was a feeling that she would never forget. Not anytime soon at least.

As she looked into his eyes, ______ could see herself falling more and more in love. She was coming to recognize these feelings that she had weren’t fleeting. They were going no where. ______ was deeply in love with this grumpy sword maker. Her breathing hitched and she slowly let go of his biceps.

“‘Taru,” she said quietly as she reached out and took his face in her hands.

“You doing okay..?”

______ nodded, a small smile forming on her lips. “I…I’m okay. You can move.”

Hotaru hesitated but looked down at her. Eventually, he nodded and pulled his hips back slowly. Hotaru couldn’t fight the guttural moan that left his throat as he pulled almost entirely out and then pushed back in fully. He watched as ______ gasped, her eyes going wide.

“Yeah, that feel good?” he snickered.

______ bit her lip, nodding up at him. She looked so fucking erotic to him without even trying. With her arms wrapping around his neck, Hotaru had an amazing view of her body. With every thrust he watched as her tits jiggled, almost as if they were taunting him. He desperately wanted to suck and drool all over them, but he didn’t want to overstimulate his lover too much just yet.

Hotaru very gently took her by the back of the thighs, pushing her knees to her chest. He grunted as he pushed in, going just a bit deeper in this position. He watched as ______’s eyes rolled back and she let out a soft moan.

“Yeah?~ Does the princess like how deep I’m in her pussy?”

______ whined, turning her head to look away. “D-Don’t say stuff like that! It’s dirty!”

He couldn’t even try to hold in the scoff he let out. If she thought that was dirty, she was in for a rude awakening.

“That’s not dirty, ______. Dirty is telling you : this tight pussy is all I’ve thought about for weeks. Every night, I fisted my dick, thinking about it. Dirty is telling you : I wanna breed you and watch the cum leak out of your sloppy little hole. Dirty is-!”

“Okay, okay! I get it! Stop!!” ______ shrieked, scrunching her eyes shut in embarrassment. Her entire face had turned bright red. Her hands covered her face, trying to hide from Haganezuka’s lustful gaze as his hips sped up.

“Oh, yeah? You get it? Then why don’t you say something dirty. Then, I’ll stop talking about this tight, hot cunt. Hm?”

______ eyes went wide and she found herself struggling to make eye contact again. Hotaru took her hands from her face, pinning her wrists above her head with one hand. Meanwhile his other hand grabbed her jaw, forcing her to look at him.

______ swallowed thickly, trying to think of something. She had to push down her pride and delve into the depraved part of her that existed somewhere deep in her. She needed to say something, anything! Hotaru was just staring at her with those eyes and that smirk that sent her wild.

“I’m waiting.~”

She scrunched her eyes shut again so she didn’t have to look at him as she spoke softly, “Y…Your cock…is so big…i-it feels like it’s tearing me apart…”

……

To her horror, Hotaru slowed his hips. ______ opened her eyes, mortified thinking she said the wrong thing. But Hotaru seemed to have other plans.

He let go over her jaw and wrists, hands returning to the back of her thighs. With a renewed vigor, he began to pound into her. His hips slapped against hers with such force each time that she felt it with her whole body. She gasped and cried out with every thrust. Haganezuka was putting a good deal of weight behind every thrust, slamming his cock against her cervix.

“Fuuuck, ______,” Hotaru moaned finally. His grip on her thighs became bruising as his hips slammed into hers. “Such a…good…girl…!”

Hotaru grunted with every wet slap of his hips and balls, each becoming more primal than the last. The noises that he made overshadowed the distant rustling of leaves in the night. It overshadowed the trickle of water from the springs. But it became a sweet symphony along side that gasps and moans that left ______’s lips.

“Ho! Ta! Ru!” she cried between thrusts. Her eyes began to roll back and her mouth hung open as she gasped for air.

“Who owns this pussy?”

“You, sir!”

“Louder! Who owns this tight, little cunt?”

“You, Hotaru!!” ______ yelled. Her hands flew to his back, clawing at his shoulder blades as his thrusts became erratic. Her tight cunt clenched about him, unable to take it anymore.

Hotaru was getting closer and closer. He was near feral with how he was using ______’s body. Each thrust nearly sent him over the edge. And when he felt ______’s pussy clamp down on him, he knew it was the final push.

Without warning, Hotaru’s hips slammed into ______’s one final time. His hot, sticky cum filled her up, as he groaned. He fought the urge to collapse on top of her as he knew she was far more fragile and spent than he probably was.

But when Hotaru slid out of ______, he couldn’t help the moan that slipped his lips, his head falling back.

“God,” he panted, watching the cum leak out of her. He couldn’t help himself as he began to push it right back. Though it seemed that _______ was a bit too sensitive for that at the moment seeing as she tried to close her legs.

“Ah, ah! You let me push it back in,” he chided weakly. And while she whined, ______ allowed it. “Good girl.”

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It took a while but the couple did get cleaned up. They relaxed in the hot spring, Hotaru’s arm around ______.

“I’m exhausted because of you, you asshole,” she whined.

“Yeah, yeah. I’ll carry you back if I gotta.”

______ huffed and pouted but seemed to accept that as a solution. She cuddled up to Hotaru’s chest, relishing in the hot water for a bit longer.

Due to how tired she was, ______ missed it but Hotaru sure didn’t. There was a slight rustling from the near by bushes in the forest. It could’ve easily been marked off as an animal or the wind. It probably was. But it was enough of a noise and late enough at night that Hotaru made sure to make a mental note. Just to be safe.

When the time came to head back, true to his word, Hotaru piggybacked his new girlfriend back to the estate. He was cautious from the noise earlier but it seemed…it was no threat. At least not to him.

And he’d like to keep it that way

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Optional pt 3

[strawberryama]

Luke and Kieran the kinda guys to double penetrate your vagina and say “aw baby, what’s wrong?” “Is it too much?”

[strawberryama]

Youve been such a good girl mommy

contents : fem!reader, drabble, nipple sucking, mommy kink, sub reader though, mommy sub

trying something new so it’s super short😖

18+ Minors Do NOT interact

Kazuha fondled the soft tits before him, squeezing and pinching, eyes in a lust-filled haze. He let go of the nipple in is mouth with a soft ‘pop.’ His gentle panting brought a chill up ______’s spine. Kazuha’d finally let go of the abused nipple he’d been sucking on for what felt like forever. A string of thick spit still attached him to the bud that hardened from the cool air.

______ whimpered under his touch and squirmed, back arching into her partner. “Please…”

“Relax, Mommy. I’ll take good care of you,” Kazuha chuckles, teeth grazing against her skin. He pulled back a bit to marvel at her breasts and his handiwork. Littered across the swollen breasts were hickeys and bite marks; some were old and some were brand new.

He smirked before capturing his girlfriend’s lips with his own. Kazuha groaned into the kiss, ripping a guttural moan from ______ herself. He knew how needy she’d gotten. Just a bit of kissing and she often times felt all hot and bothered - especially when Kazuha took charger like this. It wasn’t often that in the middle of the day, her favorite stowaway took her so aggressively.

He had her back pinned to the cozy cot bed that Beidou graciously gave him to rest on upon her ship. Kazuha’d only yanked ______’s top above her chest for easy access to her tits while she remained fully clothes, much to her dismay. Kazuha’s knee was nestled between ______’s sticky thighs that squeezed about it in desperation about him. All the while, her face burnt red and her mind grew foggier by the second.

“Pl-Please, Kazuha,” gasped as she turned her head from the kiss. “I need you!”

Kazuha just ignored her though, grabbing her jaw and turning her gaze back to him before kissing her. His knee, however, granted friction to the aching cunt below him. He didn’t even chide her when ______’s hips rolled against his knee. Kazuha just grinned, nibbling at ______’s bottom lip in between breathless kisses.

But it wasn’t enough. ______ needed more. Her cunt was sopping wet. She was sticky and wet and her slick was soaking her thighs and panties. Any longer, though, grinding against her boyfriend’s knee, and her panties wouldn’t be the only thing wet.

And Kazuha knew it too. He felt the desperation growing in the thrusts and chuckled darkly.

Finally, he pulled back, panting softly. He sat up on his haunches and pushed back his bangs.

“Such a good mommy. So patient for me. So I’ll let you choose,” he gave a sadist’s smile down at her. A smile she’d never seen in her life. A smile that left her gasping at the words that came from his mouth.

“Do you want my tongue ?” he asked, raising a hand to form a ‘V’ before his mouth. His eyes glazed over with lust like never before as he flicked his tongue out, looking right into his girlfriend’s eyes. “Or does mommy want my cock?”

[strawberryama]

Stop Being Nice and Fuck Me

Thoma x fem reader smut

cw: neighbors to lovers, cunnilingus, fingering, squirting, vaginal sex, filming/recording, doggy style, mirror sex, modern au!

minors dni 18+

You were at Thoma’s, having your weekly tea get together. While you sipped on the prepared tea, you sat across from your very handsome neighbor. He was always so sweet and kind, happy to listen about your week, ignoring and gliding over any hiccups in your stories or speech. He was fully engaged too, asking questions with a pair of attentive emerald eyes trained on you. Thoma was the perfect man, and this was barely even the tip of the iceberg.

It was no wonder that you were interested in him. And this week, you were particularly determined. You had some “dirt,” for lack of a better term, on Thoma. And there was no better way to start the conversation about your blatant interest in him, so you felt.

Setting down the white teacup with a gentle clank to the saucer, you smiled softly. “Thoma, one small thing before I head out.”

“Hm? Yeah?”

“You never told me how thin the walls are, you know.”

Thoma just tilted his head, confused smile painting his face. “What do you mean?”

“Well,” you inhales. Here goes. “If I could hear you clearly moaning this past week, that means you could hear me the countless times I’ve had my more…intimate alone times.”

The smile had slid right off of Thoma’s face at this. He began feeling himself paling but dually burning up. His world was in slow motion. Thoma racked his brain in an attempt to recall if he had said anything embarrassing two nights ago. He had been so stressed that evening, he figured that letting off a little steam would help. Like two loads of steam, if you catch his drift.

He couldn’t even recall if he’d moaned out your name or not. He was mortified enough, but if you heard that part, he was going to bury himself in a hole and never come back out. You’d probably assumed he was a pervert or a freak. Masturbating to thought of his own neighbor. His own neighbor he sees and hangs out with at least once a week. What if you moved or never wanted to see him again?

“Well, as always, thank you for the tea, Thoma.” You gave him a saccharine grin as you stood from your seat. Thoma stood up straight away, embarrassment evident on his face. At the sight of this, you felt a rush of boldness run through your veins. With your heart pounding, you reach out, fingertips brushing his upperarm as you lean in. You place a gentle and quick kiss to his cheek. Thoma doesn’t make a move, so you push yourself, leaning up to his ear to whisper softly, “My door’ll be unlocked the rest of the day should you feel…compelled.”

And with that, you pulled back, giving a cheeky grin and wink to Thoma. You grab your phone off the table and the hightail it out of there. This wasn’t your typical thing. Coming onto someone, and so strongly, was never even on your agenda. You practically sprinted down the hall to your apartment, flinging open the door.

“I can’t believe I did it. Holy shit, oh my god,” you mumbled. You began pacing about your living room space, unaware of the storm raging on in the apartment one over. Unaware of the man making a split decision and grabbing his phone and keys. Unaware of the door being thrown open only to be hastily locked. Unaware of the fire hot on your trail, until he was throwing open your door.

Thoma didn’t even waste a second in locking the door and marching up to you. He looked angry but hesitant. The fire and storm that raged on inside of him were at war for dominance. Thoma reached out, grabbing your arms as you stood there waiting for a confession, an explanation, a response, anything.

“I…!”

He was struggling so much. Thoma needed with everything in his soul to be a gentlemen. He was a feminist above all. He couldn’t degrade you and ask for sex like that. Are you kidding?

You reached out, gently smiling while you removed Thoma’s grip on you. “Thoma. Stop being nice and just fuck me. Please. I can only handle being this forward for so long-“

You simply did not have to tell him twice. His hand once again found their place on your arms, stabilizing both of you as his lips cut you off. He was so warm and soft. Thoma tasted of the tea you’d had only minutes ago. Something about the kiss was just right in every way. It was like those fairytale kisses that made a big to do about it all.

He barely broke the kiss to gasp for air before going back in, tongue swiping at your lip, begging for entrance. You were more than willing, giving him entrance immediately. You figured Thoma had to be at least average in his skillset; he was good at everything, after all. But never in your life were expecting for Thoma to be so sloppy but so good.

His tongue was practically down your throat within seconds. Thoma’s soft moans and hums had your head spinning with the added vibration, even. Each swirl of his tongue left you weak in the knees and longing for more. It had you submitting to your favorite neighbor, knees threatening to buckle, instantly.

As you grabbed onto Thoma’s shirt for some stability, you whined softly against his tongue. God, if he was this good with just his tongue, you couldn’t even imagine what was to come.

You weren’t going to have to wait long to find out, thankfully. Thoma started walking you back into your bedroom, never breaking from the kiss. He was cautious, hand on the back of your head to be safe in case you pumped into something along the way. He was always so considerate.

But now wasn’t about that. You wanted him to be selfish. You grabbed at Thoma’s jacket and practically threw it in the doorway of your bedroom. It was like a desperate plea, screaming ‘fuck me! Fuck me fuck me fuck me!’

And Thoma heard it loud and clear. He nearly threw you onto your bed, climbing on top immediately.

“So this is where you play with your pussy?” he said through a heavy breath. Thomas sat back on his heels, grabbing at the hem of his shirt. You looked on almost hypnotized by his torso as he threw his shirt to the side.

He was so pretty. You couldn’t believe you took so long to work up the courage to ask for this. To ask for him.

“______,” he cooed. “I asked you a question.”

“Y..Yes.”

“Mm. Well, I look forwards to seeing you squirt. After hearing you make a mess for months on end, I’ve been dying to see it.”

“H-How’d you know that I squirt?!”

You felt your cheek burn. There was no way he just knew that. Did you say something? There was no way..

“Oh. I didn’t. But I’m gonna make you regardless.”

With that, Thoma practically ripped off your shorts, throwing them off into the abyss of your floor. He looked to you to check how you were doing and that nearly sent him over the edge.

Your face was flushed and you looked at him with a lustful lidded gaze. A daze smile adorned your mouth, tongue peeking out. Thoma almost completely stopped in his tracks at the state of you. You were hot. You were a dream. And you were all his right now.

Thoma dove in, cupping your face with both hands, kissing you. You were irresistible in this moment and he didn’t know what to do first. He let one hand travel down to the bottom of your shirt, pushing up. He was ruthless in grabbing your breast upon realizing you had no bra on.

You whined, throwing your head back even further into the pillows, breaking the kiss. This gave Thoma the perfect opportunity to jump right to your tits, sucking and biting. He practically growled in lust, sucking on your nipple. You felt your panties getting wet and you didn’t know how much longer you’d hold out.

“You know,” you began panting. Thoma looked up at you while he laid hickey after hickey on your tits, giving his full attention. “when I could hear you touching yourself, I was doing the same thing. You sounded so hot.”

“Fuck,” Thoma gasped, finally letting go of your tits.

“I had my vibrator on my clit and two fingers inside of me.”

“Gods, I need you now. I can’t be patient.”

You didn’t even get another word in. Just like your shorts, your wet panties were gone in an instant. Thoma wasted no time in leveling himself and running his tongue up your folds. He moaned as he slurped up your slick, sending shivers down your spine. Thoma’s still gloved hands yanked at your waist, pulling you closer to his mouth. You had no where to go - not that you were complaining. Thoma was the final destination as far as you were concerned.

You put your legs that already felt like jello over his shoulders as he began to flick his tongue back and forth over your clit. He was relentless. Thoma, like everything else he did, was amazing at this. He applied just the right amount of pressure and was the right speed and-

Holy fuck! You squealed at the unexpected sensation. Thoma had began to suck on your clit sharply. He chuckled, adding a wonderful pleasure that had your back arching already.

“Th-Thoma!” you whined. He was so fucking good at this. You were bucking your hips into his face, unable to control yourself anymore.

“That’s it pretty girl,” he cooed, having finally come up for a breath. “Just like that.”

“More,” you whined, hands flying to his fluffy locks.

“More?~ God…such a needy lil thing.”

You looked down to him and those green knows you knew so well were clouded with lust. Thoma sat up, a devious grin on his lips. “Give me your vibrator.”

You halted for a second, confused. But the smile on Thoma’s lips and his patient yet needy demeanor had you reaching into your nightstand. You pulled out the white, cordless wand, and handed it over, no questions.

Thoma took it, rising from the bed. “Come here,” he beckoned, holding out his free hand. He happily steadied you as you got up, holding your hand as he walked you over to your mirror. He sat down in front of the floor length mirror, legs spread wide.

“Sit,” he said, patting the floor. “I wanna watch you make a mess and get this mirror all dirty.”

Holy shit. Holy shit holy shit. Thoma was nasty. You obeyed his request immediately, sitting in between his legs. You didn’t even need to be told to spread your legs, held them open, hands underneath the bend of your knees.

Thoma placed a gentle kiss to the back of your head as thanks. “Such a good girl.” He leaned you back a bit and then pulled something from his back pocket. “______?”

“Yeah?”

“Can I take a video?”

You froze for a minute, looking back to him. “Wh..Why?”

“It’s…a lil embarrassing. But so I can have something to watch next time I’m thinking about you.”

Thoma’s ears grew red and he seemed to be honest about it. Thoma was a nice guy. He wouldn’t just spread a video like that..right? No, there’s no way. Besides, the thought of him using a video of him playing with you to get off to, was kinda hot.

“O-Okay,” you nod. “Just, don’t show anyone please.”

“Of course not! Oh my god! I would never.”

Right. That’d be out of his character. You felt bad even thinking he might. This was Thoma after all.

“Go ahead, then,” you smiled back at him.

“Thank you, _____.” Thoma wasted no time in turning on the camera of his phone and pressing record. He set aside your toy for now and played with your pussy, showing it off to the camera.

He spread your lips wide, showing the mess you’d become from just a little bit of toying to the camera. You tried to look away, but Thoma beckoned you to look at your pussy. The puffy red clit, the drooling cunt. You were messy, and it was all his fault.

Thoma then sunk a finger into your pussy, looking you dead in the eyes. Both of you moaning at the sensation of his finger sinking inside. You were so fucking tight and the stretch felt so good. You couldn’t wait for that cock to fill you up.

“Good girl,” Thoma whispered into you neck, placing gentle kisses. He slowly began pumping his finger in and out, relishing in the soft squelch your pussy made.

It was divine. His long, skinny fingers hit the exact spot that drove you crazy. And it was nearly automatic, that he knew where to curl his fingers. He curled them, flexing and pointing, making you see stars already. You gasp and moaned, tears of pleasure pricking at the corner of your eyes.

But there was a familiar sensation that normally took a bit longer, already bubbling up. Thoma knew damn well what he was doing. This man was a god. There was no way he wasn’t mad fucking, not when he was this good. But that was a question for later.

“Soooo sensitive,” he moaned into your neck. “Do me a favor, angel?”

Through dazed eyes and in a near hypnotic state, you hum in approval.

“Put your vibrator on your clit, please?”

You obeyed, happily, grabbing the wand and turning it on. You pressed the button, setting it to the first setting, you hovered over your sensitive clit, anticipating the sensation.

Thoma’s finger never stopped though, bumping in and out at a consistent pace. As you pressed the wand’s head to your clit, you threw back your head onto Thoma’s shoulder. Fuck. It felt so good. The familiar bubbling in your stomach grew and you whined.

Thoma places gentle kisses along your jawline and neck, whispering soft praises against you. “You’re doing such a good job, love. Can you take another finger?”

“Please,” you whine, pleading for more. You wanted to be a good girl and fulfill his wishes. You wanted to squirt all over the mirror. You needed Thoma to fuck your stupid while you were forced to watch his cock slide in and out of you in the mirror. The anticipation was killing you.

You heard a deep chuckle from Thoma’s throat and you felt the sting of your cunt adjusting to the second finger plunging in. Your pussy ached but as Thoma curled and pumped his fingers, the splotches in your vision returned.

“Th-Thoma,” you moaned, breathlessly.

“Turn your vibe up.”

You whimpered as you followed his command. The buzzing against your clit and Thoma’s fingers pushing against your g spot, had your toes curling. You bit down on your lip and cried out in pleasure.

Everything began to blur as you felt a familiar sensation burning like a hot iron in your tummy. Your vision grew splotchy and your mind went hazy.

“Such an angel. Taking my fingers so well. Can’t wait to see you take my cock,” Thoma whispered into your ear.

You practically drooled at the mere mention. Thoma’s cock. You needed it. You needed it now. You needed your neighbor’s cock bullying your pussy until you were screaming and crying, stupid with pleasure, unable to think about another but his cock.

You let out a loud, pleased moan to show your excitement and began to grind against Thomas’s fingers faster. “Need it,” you panted.

“Hmm?~”

“Need your cock inside me,” you whined. God you sounded pathetic but it was so hot to the man that was knuckle deep inside your sopping wet cunt.

“Once you cum, I’ll give you what you want, alright?” Thoma returned to placing kisses along your jaw in an attempt to appease you some but you whined a bit.

You turned up your vibe a bit more and groaned. The splotches in your vision grew and grew until your body tensed and you practically squealed.

Thoma’s fingers never ceased even as your cunt got loud and messy, squelching filling the room

“Thoma!” you cried out. His name back a chant on your lips that drive you to the brink but kept you down to Earth at the same time. Your vision blurred fully and tears gently fell from your eyes. You were in pure bliss, unaware of anything.

But Thoma grinned, watching as you came. You squirt all over your mirror, making an absolute mess. Your free hand searched for purchase anywhere at all, grabbing Thoma’s thigh, chomping down and digging in your nails. It was too much. Your body spasmed and you arched your back as much as as you possibly could, head shaking side to side.

You barely had time to recover before you felt something warm and sticky touch your back. Thoma’s cock.

You hadn’t noticed but in your fucked out sat, Thoma laid back, getting ready for you. He gave his hard cock a few pumps with his hand, groaning at the ache he felt.

“Are you okay to-“

You didnt even let Thoma finish. You were tired from the orgasm Thoma ripped out of you but you were determined. His dick was yours.

“Stop being nice,” you whined out, repositioning to be atop of Thoma’s hips. “Fuck me. Please!”

You tossed your vibrator to the side and sat up on shaky haunches, grabbing your neighbor’s cock. Impatiently you positioned its tip to line up with your cunt. But you stopped, looking back to Thoma. His face was red, but you could tell how badly he needed you.

“Your phone,” you demanded. Thoma looked left and then right. A little dazed but handing it over with no questions. “I’ll get you some more videos. That way you have more…uhm..options.”

Thoma groaned at the thought, hands gripping your hips. “Youre so hot. You know that?”

“I’ll film so please, Thoma. Manhandle me. Fill me. Fuck me.”

You pressed record, watching yourself through your reflection in the mirror on the phone. You stared at where Thoma’s cock slowly slid in, making sure it was in frame before throwing back your head in a moan.

“Oh, fuck,” you groaned as Thoma shoved your down further and further. “So big…”

“And it’s all yours, angel.”

Thoma was ruthless, just as you asked. Barely giving you a second to adjust to his cock before thrusting up into you. He was gracious enough to keep a slower pace for now though. Which allowed you to watch as your tight cunt sucked in every inch of him until you sat flush to him. And then to be pulled up, almost entirely off his cock, pussy juice and precum shining off each inch.

The moan left your mouth was straight sinful as you resisted the urge to throw back your head. You panted as you stared almost hypnotized by the image before you. But you wanted more.

“F…Faster, please, Thoma,” you whined softly. And he was happy to oblige. His hips picked up pace creating a thwacking noise each time your hips met. It had you leaning back, steadying yourself with your free hand on Thoma’s chest to keep from falling over.

“God,” Thoma groaned. His grip on your hips was near painful as if he was trying to restrain himself from going feral. But that was all you wanted. It was all you needed; just to be thrown around but this man who met you to chat over tea. Who cane to your rescue when you were locked out of the apartments. The man who was there for you after a rough day, happy to watch a movie, cook you dinner, and listen to your troubles.

“Let go, Thoma. Let me be your toy. Please,” you cried out. “Thoma, please! Please, let me be your fleshlight!”

Finally, you whined as Thoma growled. The final string holding him back snapped as he began to sit up, roughly shoving you down so you were face down, ass up. Thoma didn’t miss a damn beat though, going ballistic in his pace. He lifted a leg and smacked your ass hard.

“So whiny,” he complained. In this position, Thoma’s cock reached a spot that had your legs shaking and had your spit pooling in your mouth. You struggled to keep his phone up, recording the sight. But that was the least of your worries. “Is this what you wanted? Hm?~”

“Yes, sir,” you panted. Your eyes began to roll back into your head as you felt Thoma’s balls slap against your clit with each thrust.

You were straight up drooling on the floor now. You were in pure ecstasy hearing your neighbor grunt as he pummeled his cock into your sloppy pussy. And from the sound of it, he was so, so close.

“Inside, inside! Inside, please! Cum inside me, sir!”

A tug on your hair brought your head up just enough to look in the mirror. You tried with all you had to focus your eyes, looking up at Thoma’s reflection.

“So fuckin’ filthy. But since you asked nicely, I suppose I can grant you this.”

At this, your eyes rolled back into your head again, Thoma’s phone laid flat on the floor and you let yourself just go wild, moaning and crying out for Thoma. His deep, fast thrust had you panting like a bitch in heat. He was ruthless. He was everything you asked of him.

But it wasn’t long before Thoma’s hips stuttered. A warm sensation came over you as Thoma’s hot, white cum emptied right into your cunt. He gave you every single drop, refusing to pull out until he was certain that was he was fully empty.

Thoma gently let go over your hair, making sure you didn’t slam your head on the cold floor. As he pulled out, he tried not to look and prioritize your wellbeing and aftercare first.

“______? You okay, love?” He asked in the softest tone. It was such a contrast to the gruff tone he was using only a minute ago. He placed a light hand on your back, rubbing gentle circles. “Let’s get you cleaned up, hun..”

You didn’t have much energy in you but you grunted in agreeance before gasping.

“What is it? Are you okay?”

You met Thoma’s eyes as yours struggled to stay open. In between pants, attempting to catch your breath you said, “I put your phone down before we finished..”

[strawberryama]

fellow literature major here, when i read the rook ball fic, my jaw was left open. you were so passionate about it, i fan see that from the tone of the work. and everyrhing clicked when i noticed that you were a librarian. wow. im speechless. it was so good what the heck

I spir my water out. I’m so glad you enjoyed it. And yes. I was. VERY PASSIONATE. LISTEN. I KNOW IN MY SOUL THAT ROOK GOT BIG OL BALLS AND I NEEDED TO PUT IT OUT- i need to calm down. But thank you for your message!!!💖💖💖💖💖

[strawberryama]

His balls are huge. I can feel it in my soul!!

i say this too much so here we are besties

content : fem!reader x rook, ball sucking, public sex, library sex, cum swallowing, slight shoe humping mentions

18+ Minors dni!!!

“I can’t believe I’m even asking this…but do tell, how are you undoubtedly certain?”

“I just know it. I have that kind of sense, ya know?”

Cater could only roll his eyes. There was no way this conversation was happening right now. In front of his lunch no less. Thank god lunch was nearly over, cause he couldn’t eat anymore. Not after hearing about how _______ was dead certain her crush, the vice housewarden of Pomefiore, had huge breeder balls. He didn’t even want to think about that guy naked. Yet, this was the current lunch topic, as Trey was busy this afternoon.

“That’s…great. Can I please eat in peace?”

______ turned to her friend, watermelon chunk on her fork. She’d been eating this entire time. It was as if the conversation topic was just something as casual as homework answers to her. She completely unphased. ______ bit down on the watermelon, shrugging to the guy before her.

“You’re unbelievable, you know that?” Cater groaned.

“What?!”

“Nothing. Just forget it! I’m going to the library for study hall, early.”

“I’ll come with then!”

Cater only groaned once more as he stood up, grabbing his tray. “If you’re coming, then no more nasty discussion, ‘kay? I gotta study or Riddle’ll kill me.”

“Aye, aye!”

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______ stayed true to her word. She even was actively studying alongside of Cater. She went looking for a book though, deep in the stacks. Sometimes potions class was a pain in the butt. There were so many cryptic ingredients that she knew next to nothing about.

The only issue was every damn book that explained those ingredients was up on the highest shelf. God forbid this school have accessible shelves. No, ofc ourse, they need to have six foot and then some tall shelves.

As she reached and stretched the best she could, she felt a broad, strong mass press into her. A hand came up, gracefully pulling the book she required from the shelf.

“Here you are,” mused a voice.

______turned to look over her shoulder, and none other than Rook Hunt stood there, pressed into her. He didn’t back up at all. Rook grinned down to ______, his free hand coming to grab her waist, rooting her there.

“Madame, how good to see you!~”

“You too, Rook,” she sheepishly smiled. She could feel her cheeks burning. Fuck. He was hot. His eyes pierced right through her like an arrow.

“You know, a lil birdie told me something.”

“O-Oh yeah?”

“You have a hypothesis about a specific part of my body is what I heard at lunch.”

“I!”

“It’s okay. You’re more than welcome to find out.”

At this, ______ felt something long and hard press into her ass. She was burning up and she was growing wet. She was going to get to see the Rook Hunt’s cock and fat, fat balls. She wasdrooling at the thought.

“May I?” she asked all too eager.

“Please, go right ahead”

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Her eyes rolled right back into her head as she sucked on his fat balls. They felt sooo good in her mouth. She drooled all over them, salivating at the heady scent and taste she consumed. ______ could barely even stifle the obscene noises that she made. Let alone, the moan that she let out about the testicle that filled her mouth.

“Good girl,” Rook drawled. His hand grabbed a fistful of ______’s hair, pulling her in further, causing her to gag.

______ was thoroughly enjoying herself now. Her pussy smeared its juice all over Rook’s boot as she rubbed her clit desperate for any friction. Spit was dribbling down her chin. She was in ecstasy. A true dream. Finally, a pair of huge, fat balls full of hot, white cum. And they were all her’s. No one else’s.

Rook threw back his head against the bookshelf, hat dropping from his head. She was good at this, far better than he’d imagined she’d be when he overheard her at lunch. And the absolute messy display of a whore before him was hotter than hell. In fact, Rook may have just found his new favorite toy. And it was better than bothering that prefect of Savanaclaw could ever be.

Rook’s balls began tightening and he bucked into ______ more fervently than before. Her hand reached up, gently teasing at the head of Rook’s fat cock, urging it to cum all over her. Her thumb circled about the slit in his cock, spreading the precum that leaked out. All the while, her hand rubbed and squeezed what she could reach, daring Rook to let go. Daring him to cum and make a mess just for her.

Through hooded, lust fulled eyes, Rook saw the devious wanton look in ______’s eyes. God, she’s a goddess, he could only think. He yanked her off of his pulsating balls, posing his cock’s head before her lips before she could whine in complaint.

“Princeese, take it nice and deep,” he commanded in a shaky breath. But ______ didn’t need any instructions. Rook barely finished his sentence, before ______ began to suck on the tip of his cock.

She moaned, teasing him, with each inch she’d swallow up. Her tight throat constricted about Rook’s sensitive cock.

He couldn’t hold out any longer. His grip on her hair tightened, burying the last few centimeters of his cock in ______’s mouth. With a deep grunt, Rook keeled in on himself, shooting hot cum down ______’s throat. Those emerald eyes rolled back as he stifled a groan, his cock scraping against her uvula.

But ______ didn’t even flinch. She drank every drop of his hot salty cum, a dazed grin forming as she pulled herself off him. ______ gently licked off any remaining cum that dared to escape before grinning up at him mischievously.

“It seems my hypothesis was correct,” she snickered, placing his fallen hat upon her head.

[strawberryama]

Stop Being Nice and Fuck Me

Thoma x fem reader smut

cw: neighbors to lovers, cunnilingus, fingering, squirting, vaginal sex, filming/recording, doggy style, mirror sex, modern au!

minors dni 18+

You were at Thoma’s, having your weekly tea get together. While you sipped on the prepared tea, you sat across from your very handsome neighbor. He was always so sweet and kind, happy to listen about your week, ignoring and gliding over any hiccups in your stories or speech. He was fully engaged too, asking questions with a pair of attentive emerald eyes trained on you. Thoma was the perfect man, and this was barely even the tip of the iceberg.

It was no wonder that you were interested in him. And this week, you were particularly determined. You had some “dirt,” for lack of a better term, on Thoma. And there was no better way to start the conversation about your blatant interest in him, so you felt.

Setting down the white teacup with a gentle clank to the saucer, you smiled softly. “Thoma, one small thing before I head out.”

“Hm? Yeah?”

“You never told me how thin the walls are, you know.”

Thoma just tilted his head, confused smile painting his face. “What do you mean?”

“Well,” you inhales. Here goes. “If I could hear you clearly moaning this past week, that means you could hear me the countless times I’ve had my more…intimate alone times.”

The smile had slid right off of Thoma’s face at this. He began feeling himself paling but dually burning up. His world was in slow motion. Thoma racked his brain in an attempt to recall if he had said anything embarrassing two nights ago. He had been so stressed that evening, he figured that letting off a little steam would help. Like two loads of steam, if you catch his drift.

He couldn’t even recall if he’d moaned out your name or not. He was mortified enough, but if you heard that part, he was going to bury himself in a hole and never come back out. You’d probably assumed he was a pervert or a freak. Masturbating to thought of his own neighbor. His own neighbor he sees and hangs out with at least once a week. What if you moved or never wanted to see him again?

“Well, as always, thank you for the tea, Thoma.” You gave him a saccharine grin as you stood from your seat. Thoma stood up straight away, embarrassment evident on his face. At the sight of this, you felt a rush of boldness run through your veins. With your heart pounding, you reach out, fingertips brushing his upperarm as you lean in. You place a gentle and quick kiss to his cheek. Thoma doesn’t make a move, so you push yourself, leaning up to his ear to whisper softly, “My door’ll be unlocked the rest of the day should you feel…compelled.”

And with that, you pulled back, giving a cheeky grin and wink to Thoma. You grab your phone off the table and the hightail it out of there. This wasn’t your typical thing. Coming onto someone, and so strongly, was never even on your agenda. You practically sprinted down the hall to your apartment, flinging open the door.

“I can’t believe I did it. Holy shit, oh my god,” you mumbled. You began pacing about your living room space, unaware of the storm raging on in the apartment one over. Unaware of the man making a split decision and grabbing his phone and keys. Unaware of the door being thrown open only to be hastily locked. Unaware of the fire hot on your trail, until he was throwing open your door.

Thoma didn’t even waste a second in locking the door and marching up to you. He looked angry but hesitant. The fire and storm that raged on inside of him were at war for dominance. Thoma reached out, grabbing your arms as you stood there waiting for a confession, an explanation, a response, anything.

“I…!”

He was struggling so much. Thoma needed with everything in his soul to be a gentlemen. He was a feminist above all. He couldn’t degrade you and ask for sex like that. Are you kidding?

You reached out, gently smiling while you removed Thoma’s grip on you. “Thoma. Stop being nice and just fuck me. Please. I can only handle being this forward for so long-“

You simply did not have to tell him twice. His hand once again found their place on your arms, stabilizing both of you as his lips cut you off. He was so warm and soft. Thoma tasted of the tea you’d had only minutes ago. Something about the kiss was just right in every way. It was like those fairytale kisses that made a big to do about it all.

He barely broke the kiss to gasp for air before going back in, tongue swiping at your lip, begging for entrance. You were more than willing, giving him entrance immediately. You figured Thoma had to be at least average in his skillset; he was good at everything, after all. But never in your life were expecting for Thoma to be so sloppy but so good.

His tongue was practically down your throat within seconds. Thoma’s soft moans and hums had your head spinning with the added vibration, even. Each swirl of his tongue left you weak in the knees and longing for more. It had you submitting to your favorite neighbor, knees threatening to buckle, instantly.

As you grabbed onto Thoma’s shirt for some stability, you whined softly against his tongue. God, if he was this good with just his tongue, you couldn’t even imagine what was to come.

You weren’t going to have to wait long to find out, thankfully. Thoma started walking you back into your bedroom, never breaking from the kiss. He was cautious, hand on the back of your head to be safe in case you pumped into something along the way. He was always so considerate.

But now wasn’t about that. You wanted him to be selfish. You grabbed at Thoma’s jacket and practically threw it in the doorway of your bedroom. It was like a desperate plea, screaming ‘fuck me! Fuck me fuck me fuck me!’

And Thoma heard it loud and clear. He nearly threw you onto your bed, climbing on top immediately.

“So this is where you play with your pussy?” he said through a heavy breath. Thomas sat back on his heels, grabbing at the hem of his shirt. You looked on almost hypnotized by his torso as he threw his shirt to the side.

He was so pretty. You couldn’t believe you took so long to work up the courage to ask for this. To ask for him.

“______,” he cooed. “I asked you a question.”

“Y..Yes.”

“Mm. Well, I look forwards to seeing you squirt. After hearing you make a mess for months on end, I’ve been dying to see it.”

“H-How’d you know that I squirt?!”

You felt your cheek burn. There was no way he just knew that. Did you say something? There was no way..

“Oh. I didn’t. But I’m gonna make you regardless.”

With that, Thoma practically ripped off your shorts, throwing them off into the abyss of your floor. He looked to you to check how you were doing and that nearly sent him over the edge.

Your face was flushed and you looked at him with a lustful lidded gaze. A daze smile adorned your mouth, tongue peeking out. Thoma almost completely stopped in his tracks at the state of you. You were hot. You were a dream. And you were all his right now.

Thoma dove in, cupping your face with both hands, kissing you. You were irresistible in this moment and he didn’t know what to do first. He let one hand travel down to the bottom of your shirt, pushing up. He was ruthless in grabbing your breast upon realizing you had no bra on.

You whined, throwing your head back even further into the pillows, breaking the kiss. This gave Thoma the perfect opportunity to jump right to your tits, sucking and biting. He practically growled in lust, sucking on your nipple. You felt your panties getting wet and you didn’t know how much longer you’d hold out.

“You know,” you began panting. Thoma looked up at you while he laid hickey after hickey on your tits, giving his full attention. “when I could hear you touching yourself, I was doing the same thing. You sounded so hot.”

“Fuck,” Thoma gasped, finally letting go of your tits.

“I had my vibrator on my clit and two fingers inside of me.”

“Gods, I need you now. I can’t be patient.”

You didn’t even get another word in. Just like your shorts, your wet panties were gone in an instant. Thoma wasted no time in leveling himself and running his tongue up your folds. He moaned as he slurped up your slick, sending shivers down your spine. Thoma’s still gloved hands yanked at your waist, pulling you closer to his mouth. You had no where to go - not that you were complaining. Thoma was the final destination as far as you were concerned.

You put your legs that already felt like jello over his shoulders as he began to flick his tongue back and forth over your clit. He was relentless. Thoma, like everything else he did, was amazing at this. He applied just the right amount of pressure and was the right speed and-

Holy fuck! You squealed at the unexpected sensation. Thoma had began to suck on your clit sharply. He chuckled, adding a wonderful pleasure that had your back arching already.

“Th-Thoma!” you whined. He was so fucking good at this. You were bucking your hips into his face, unable to control yourself anymore.

“That’s it pretty girl,” he cooed, having finally come up for a breath. “Just like that.”

“More,” you whined, hands flying to his fluffy locks.

“More?~ God…such a needy lil thing.”

You looked down to him and those green eyes you knew so well were clouded with lust. Thoma sat up, a devious grin on his lips. “Give me your vibrator.”

You halted for a second, confused. But the smile on Thoma’s lips and his patient yet needy demeanor had you reaching into your nightstand. You pulled out the white, cordless wand, and handed it over, no questions.

Thoma took it, rising from the bed. “Come here,” he beckoned, holding out his free hand. He happily steadied you as you got up, holding your hand as he walked you over to your mirror. He sat down in front of the floor length mirror, legs spread wide.

“Sit,” he said, patting the floor. “I wanna watch you make a mess and get this mirror all dirty.”

Holy shit. Holy shit holy shit. Thoma was nasty. You obeyed his request immediately, sitting in between his legs. You didn’t even need to be told to spread your legs, you held them open, hands underneath the bend of your knees.

Thoma placed a gentle kiss to the back of your head as thanks. “Such a good girl.” He leaned you back a bit and then pulled something from his back pocket. “______?”

“Yeah?”

“Can I take a video?”

You froze for a minute, looking back to him. “Wh..Why?”

“It’s…a lil embarrassing. But so I can have something to watch next time I’m thinking about you.”

Thoma’s ears grew red and he seemed to be honest about it. Thoma was a nice guy. He wouldn’t just spread a video like that..right? No, there’s no way. Besides, the thought of him using a video of him playing with you to get off to, was kinda hot.

“O-Okay,” you nod. “Just, don’t show anyone please.”

“Of course not! Oh my god! I would never.”

Right. That’d be out of his character. You felt bad even thinking he might. This was Thoma after all.

“Go ahead, then,” you smiled back at him.

“Thank you, _____.” Thoma wasted no time in turning on the camera of his phone and pressing record. He set aside your toy for now and played with your pussy, showing it off to the camera.

He spread your lips wide, showing the mess you’d become from just a little bit of toying to the camera. You tried to look away, but Thoma beckoned you to look at your pussy. The puffy red clit, the drooling cunt. You were messy, and it was all his fault.

Thoma then sunk a finger into your pussy, looking you dead in the eyes. Both of you moaning at the sensation of his finger sinking inside. You were so fucking tight and the stretch felt so good. You couldn’t wait for that cock to fill you up.

“Good girl,” Thoma whispered into you neck, placing gentle kisses. He slowly began pumping his finger in and out, relishing in the soft squelch your pussy made.

It was divine. His long, skinny fingers hit the exact spot that drove you crazy. And it was nearly automatic, that he knew where to curl his fingers. He curled them, flexing and pointing, making you see stars already. You gasp and moaned, tears of pleasure pricking at the corner of your eyes.

But there was a familiar sensation that normally took a bit longer, already bubbling up. Thoma knew damn well what he was doing. This man was a god. There was no way he wasn’t mad fucking, not when he was this good. But that was a question for later.

“Soooo sensitive,” he moaned into your neck. “Do me a favor, angel?”

Through dazed eyes and in a near hypnotic state, you hum in approval.

“Put your vibrator on your clit, please?”

You obeyed, happily, grabbing the wand and turning it on. You pressed the button, setting it to the first setting, you hovered over your sensitive clit, anticipating the sensation.

Thoma’s finger never stopped though, bumping in and out at a consistent pace. As you pressed the wand’s head to your clit, you threw back your head onto Thoma’s shoulder. Fuck. It felt so good. The familiar bubbling in your stomach grew and you whined.

Thoma placed gentle kisses along your jawline and neck, whispering soft praises against you. “You’re doing such a good job, love. Can you take another finger?”

“Please,” you whine, pleading for more. You wanted to be a good girl and fulfill his wishes. You wanted to squirt all over the mirror. You needed Thoma to fuck you stupid while you were forced to watch his cock slide in and out of you in the mirror. The anticipation was killing you.

You heard a deep chuckle from Thoma’s throat and you felt the sting of your cunt adjusting to the second finger plunging in. Your pussy ached but as Thoma curled and pumped his fingers, the splotches in your vision returned.

“Th-Thoma,” you moaned, breathlessly.

“Turn your vibe up.”

You whimpered as you followed his command. The buzzing against your clit and Thoma’s fingers pushing against your g spot, had your toes curling. You bit down on your lip and cried out in pleasure.

Everything began to blur as you felt a familiar sensation burning like a hot iron in your tummy. Your vision grew splotchy and your mind went hazy.

“Such an angel. Taking my fingers so well. Can’t wait to see you take my cock,” Thoma whispered into your ear.

You practically drooled at the mere mention. Thoma’s cock. You needed it. You needed it now. You needed your neighbor’s cock bullying your pussy until you were screaming and crying, stupid with pleasure, unable to think about anything but his cock.

You let out a loud, pleased moan to show your excitement and began to grind against Thomas’s fingers faster. “Need it,” you panted.

“Hmm?~”

“Need your cock inside me,” you whined. God, you sounded pathetic but it was so hot to the man that was knuckle deep inside your sopping wet cunt.

“Once you cum, I’ll give you what you want, alright?” Thoma returned to placing kisses along your jaw in an attempt to appease you some but you whined a bit.

You turned up your vibe a bit more and groaned. The splotches in your vision grew and grew until your body tensed and you practically squealed.

Thoma’s fingers never ceased even as your cunt got loud and messy, squelching filling the room

“Thoma!” you cried out. His name became a chant on your lips that drove you to the brink but kept you down to Earth at the same time. Your vision blurred fully and tears gently fell from your eyes. You were in pure bliss, unaware of anything.

But Thoma grinned, watching as you came. You squirt all over your mirror, making an absolute mess. Your free hand searched for purchase anywhere at all, grabbing Thoma’s thigh, chomping down and digging in your nails. It was too much. Your body spasmed and you arched your back as much as as you possibly could, head shaking side to side.

You barely had time to recover before you felt something warm and sticky touch your back. Thoma’s cock.

You hadn’t noticed but in your fucked out sat, Thoma laid back, getting ready for you. He gave his hard cock a few pumps with his hand, groaning at the ache he felt.

“Are you okay to-“

You didnt even let Thoma finish. You were tired from the orgasm Thoma ripped out of you but you were determined. His dick was yours.

“Stop being nice,” you whined out, repositioning to be atop of Thoma’s hips. “Fuck me. Now!”

You tossed your vibrator to the side and sat up on shaky haunches, grabbing your neighbor’s cock. Impatiently you positioned its tip to line up with your cunt. But you stopped, looking back to Thoma. His face was red, but you could tell how badly he needed you.

“Your phone,” you demanded. Thoma looked left and then right. A little dazed but handing it over with no questions. “I’ll get you some more videos. That way you have more…uhm..options.”

Thoma groaned at the thought, hands gripping your hips. “You’re so hot. You know that?”

“I’ll film so please, Thoma. Manhandle me. Fill me. Fuck me.”

You pressed record, watching yourself through your reflection in the mirror on the phone. You stared at where Thoma’s cock slowly slid in, making sure it was in frame before throwing back your head in a moan.

“Oh, fuck,” you groaned as Thoma shoved you down further and further. “So big…”

“And it’s all yours, angel.”

Thoma was ruthless, just as you asked. Barely giving you a second to adjust to his cock before thrusting up into you. He was gracious enough to keep a slower pace for now though. Which allowed you to watch as your tight cunt sucked in every inch of him until you sat flush to him. And then to be pulled up, almost entirely off his cock, pussy juice and precum shining off each inch.

The moan left your mouth was straight sinful as you resisted the urge to throw back your head. You panted as you stared almost hypnotized by the image before you. But you wanted more.

“F…Faster, please, Thoma,” you whined softly. And he was happy to oblige. His hips picked up pace creating a thwacking noise each time your hips met. It had you leaning back, steadying yourself with your free hand on Thoma’s chest to keep from falling over.

“God,” Thoma groaned. His grip on your hips was near painful as if he was trying to restrain himself from going feral. But that was all you wanted. It was all you needed; just to be thrown around by this man who met you to chat over tea. Who came to your rescue when you were locked out of the apartments. The man who was there for you after a rough day, happy to watch a movie, cook you dinner, and listen to your troubles.

“Let go, Thoma. Let me be your toy. Please,” you cried out. “Thoma, please! Please, let me be your fleshlight!”

Finally, you whined as Thoma growled. The final string holding him back snapped as he began to sit up, roughly shoving you so you were face down, ass up. Thoma didn’t miss a damn beat though, going ballistic in his pace. He lifted a leg and smacked your ass hard.

“So whiny,” he complained. In this position, Thoma’s cock reached a spot that had your legs shaking and had your spit pooling in your mouth. You struggled to keep his phone up, recording the sight. But that was the least of your worries. “Is this what you wanted? Hm?~”

“Yes, sir,” you panted. Your eyes began to roll back into your head as you felt Thoma’s balls slap against your clit with each thrust.

You were straight up drooling on the floor now. You were in pure ecstasy hearing your neighbor grunt as he pummeled his cock into your sloppy pussy. And from the sound of it, he was so, so close.

“Inside, inside! Inside, please! Cum inside me, sir!”

A tug on your hair brought your head up just enough to look in the mirror. You tried with all you had to focus your eyes, looking up at Thoma’s reflection.

“So fuckin’ filthy. But since you asked nicely, I suppose I can grant you this.”

At this, your eyes rolled back into your head again, Thoma’s phone laid flat on the floor and you let yourself just go wild, moaning and crying out for Thoma. His deep, fast thrust had you panting like a bitch in heat. He was ruthless. He was everything you asked of him.

But it wasn’t long before Thoma’s hips stuttered. A warm sensation came over you as Thoma’s hot, white cum emptied right into your cunt. He gave you every single drop, refusing to pull out until he was certain that was he was fully empty.

Thoma gently let go over your hair, making sure you didn’t slam your head on the cold floor. As he pulled out, he tried not to look and prioritize your wellbeing and aftercare first.

“______? You okay, love?” He asked in the softest tone. It was such a contrast to the gruff tone he was using only a minute ago. He placed a light hand on your back, rubbing gentle circles. “Let’s get you cleaned up, hun..”

You didn’t have much energy in you but you grunted in agreeance before gasping.

“What is it? Are you okay?”

You met Thoma’s eyes as yours struggled to stay open. In between pants, attempting to catch your breath you said, “I put your phone down before we finished..”

[strawberryama]

Genshin Impact Masterlist

✨ = 18+, minors do not interact!

Diluc

- Starlight

Kaeya

- True Lies

Gorou

- Double Time (ft Leviathan) ✨(part of Genshin x Obey Me collab)

[strawberryama]

Prince of the Northern Kingdom

Prince! Tendou x Princess! Reader, Arranged marriage

Ch. 4

Breakfast came and went smoothly for the newlyweds. The maids were quick to coax ______ into a casual lavender gown right after though. If she wanted to leave the bedroom, she’d need to be presentable they remindered her. And as they got her ready, they sent Satori into the hall to wait as to give ______ a bit of privacy. They’d eventually do away with that one day, though. After all, they were married. Heck, they even matched today, to show it.

Shades of lavender and cream were the new norm she’d need to get used to. Those were the colors of the royal family of the north, after all. And admittedly, looking over herself, ______ found herself liking them. The floor length dress was a soft shade that accented her complexion well. The sleeves only went to her elbows, allowing for some warmth on the rainy day. Finally, the maids had quickly brushed _______’s hair up into a simple ponytail. The reminder that she must always be presentable, ever in the back of her mind. Even if it was just a day in with her newlywed husband.

Much to her relief, she was in and out much quicker then she anticipated, though.

“Ready?”

“Ready,” she repeated to Satori.

The duo began walking down the long hallway of the castle, _______ just a step behind her husband. He was trying so hard to be cautious of her and be considerate about her walking speed. Satori was tall. His legs were exceptionally long. His strides were automatically much longer and faster than _______’s. But he tried oh so hard to not take off without the young lady.

To force himself from speeding up, Satori turned to his wife, question rolling off his tongue. “What kind of books do you prefer most?”

“Fantasy. Far away places, dragons, you name it. Nothing can beat it.”

“I see.”

“And yourself?”

“I would have to say I do enjoy fantasy as well. But I enjoy the tales of fighting knights and wizards mad with power.”

The soft smile on Satori’s lips warmed _______’s heart. At least they could share recommendations and their love of fantasy, she thought. That was a starting point besides their agreed upon need to take the marriage at a slow pace and get to know each other.

It wasn’t long before the pair had made it to the grand wooden doors of the library. Satori without hesitation, pushed down on the golden handle, pushing in the door with his shoulder. He held the door for ______ after stepping in, offering his hand for the first time that day.

______ calmly took his hand, looking about the large room. The walls were lined with bookcases that were filled tightly with books of all kinds of genres. There was a set of dual staircases on either side of the room that lead to an upstairs which only stored more books. It was far bigger than the one back in her own kingdom.

The large glass window panes across the room let in such beautiful light. Even on such a gloomy, rainy day, it lit up the entire library.

______ had only just entered the room, but she’s certain this would be her favorite of any room in the castle.

“I hope the library is to your liking?” Satori piped up. He had a sly smile on his facing, telling that he already knew the answer. His little wife’s eyes sparkled at the mere size and caliber of The Northern Kingdom’s royal library. How could he not stare in awe at the wholesomeness of it all?

“To my liking? I love it! It’s humungous!”

Satori chuckled before taking to the left wooden staircase. He rested his hand on top of dark oak railing, turning back as if to beckon his wife wordlessly before ascending.

Of course, ______ wasted no time, following after Satori. She watched her step, careful to not trip in all her excitement.

“I have something I’d like to show you. Though, I’m not sure if it’s here.”

As the princess made it to the top of the stairs, she tilted her head. She followed after the uncertain steps of her husband as he ducked in to each shelve. He was a one way, then he was the next. ______ simply tried to keep up, unsure of what exactly had him like this.

“What is it? A book?”

“No, not a book,” Satori hummed absently.

_______ scrunched her face up in confusion, eyeing Satori. “You’d like to show me something in a library but it is not a book?”

“Unfortunately. Ah! There you are,” he cheered.

Satori turned to his wife, offering his hand to her excitedly. _______ could only smile in response, unsure of what it was he had found entirely. Nonetheless, she placed her hand in his and allowed him to pull her into an alcove in the back corner of the upstairs, hidden away by shelves upon shelves.

There, in the alcove, was a small lounge. It was lit by a few candles on the reading table besides the plush cream chair. The coffee table in front of the chair was piled high with countless books, some opened to a page, some littered on the floor. But inside that cream chair sat a boy with a stern, serious look, far too focused on his book to notice the couple.

He was very pretty, and _______ very vaguely recalled seeing him the other day. His neatly kept hair was a nice shade of honey brown. Those very intense eyes were a dark brown. He and Satori looked nothing alike.

“Shirabu,” Satori greeted him. Even then, the boy didn’t look up.

“Good morning, Satori.”

“_______, this is my younger brother, Shirabu. He’s a bit uptight, but he means well. He’s studying to be a doctor!”

At the mention of the new addition to the family, Shirabu finally looked up. He stood, quick to bow and rectify his mistake.

“Apologies, I didn’t see you there.”

_______ smiled softly, waving her hand. “That’s alright. You’re studying, I imagine. I’m pleased to meet your acquaintance.”

“The pleasure is all mine, miss. Welcome to the family.”

“Th-Thank you, Shirabu.”

Shirabu rose from his bow, fiddling with the pages of his book. He looked to his brother and sister-in-law, unsure of what to say now. ______ could see that they clearly interrupted him, and bowed to leave, trying to usher Satori with her.

“We’ll leave you be. I hope your studies go well!”

“Thank you, milady.”

[strawberryama]

Just an update on where i’ve been for over half a year

I essentially have had a very long past 9/10 months. Wisdom teeth removal, gallbladder removal, moving out of my parent’s house, moving to a whole new state with my best friend, starting a shit job, leaving said shit job, my foot being damaged by said shit job, extremely stressful unemployment for a month, idol group activities, getting a partner, catching covid and more. I’m just now finally in the most stable spot I have been since last September/October. I can’t promise anything but I’ve been slowly working on drafts now that I have a moment to breathe.

[strawberryama]

LISTEN- the Hotaru fic.. any chance we could get a part two of them getting married and their honeymoon.

No one really writes him sadly 😭 I thought season 3 would cause tons of fics of him but the clones took over

Obviously if you don’t want to you don’t have too! I just constantly reread that fic and would love to see the two finally get married and uh yanno fuck? IM INSANE SORRY

Literally that man is so hot and for whAT?!

And worry not friends, I have things coming. Slowly but surely. It may not be exact what people have asked for but it’s more Haganezuka content.

TLDR ;

soon

[strawberryama]

I ADORE your Knight!Matsukawa (and just Knight!Seijoh in general) AU 🥹 I love soft but dominate Issei and I’m looking forward to more!

Though my mind can’t help but go into angst territory. The Princess’ family wouldn’t allow the relationship if they knew, right? 🥲

Br u h 😭😭

Here’s my thought process. My goblin mindpalace has cracked open its door a bit for you.

In the knight au, its not mentioned or touched on, but i thought of the reader as the sole heir to the throne. To continue the reign her family has, the reader would need to marry someone of lesser status, but still a noble of some sort.

Now, this can go two ways

1. The reader married a noble of lesser status, keeping to a separate chamber at night (as is not too uncommon in royalty) and would have Issei as a concubine of sorts, or at least an affair. Her marriage would be for political purpose and solely on paper. Issei would be the knight keeping her bed warm all evening, protecting and serving by day. It’d be a lot to juggle with the rumors and defamation on both the reader and her betrothed’s halves. The more realistic and depressing of options

2. The happier option, the one I lean towards. A war breaks out and Matsukawa brings home the enemy’s commander (dead or alive, either way), earning their victory. He is then knighted, earns at least dukedom and then is able to marry the princess. That way it will be “fair” and “correct” to the public and the parents. Issei will have some adjusting to do but he’d manage eventually, deciding to simply aid in the reader’s decisions rather than make any himself, politically. This was her birthright and she practiced for this her whole life. He was just a knight promoted to a duke married into a king. He is happy to stand besides her, overjoyed even. But he will leave all politics to her. This is the more happy of the options.

3. The unfleshed out. The princess and Issei runaway together. This isn’t an option I personally see happening. The reader, while childish and rebellious, still has a sense of duty. I can’t see her throwing away her life and all her luxuries. She isn’t over materialistic - it’s simply the only life she has known and doesn’t know if she’d adjust or make it in another style of life.

[strawberryama]

Knight Matsukawa fucking Princess reader in the carriage. ThATS ALL. IM WORKING AS WE SPEAK

[strawberryama]

Ackkk I love your characterization of the reader. Like, I genuinely relate to it at some point. Imma look forward to your future works!

hits the woah as if it were 2017

Thank you!!! I do a lot of tiny, shy readers because I am just that and I’m honest to god here to fuel my reading wants lol

But i love some banter and sass. So yEEHAW