— a bllk fanfic // domestic fluff & smut with the bllk men.
synopsis: late nights with the blue lock men.
pairing: afab!reader x aged up! rin itoshi, isagi yoichi, sae itoshi, oliver aiku, michael kaiser, nagi seishiro.
cw: sub!men??? NOT PROOFREAD. domestic setting. contains mild somnophilia. lazy s*x. org*sms [male only]. thigh-f*cking. t*t-sucking. handj*b. dry-h*mping. c*ckwarming. subby men. d*bcon? pre-established consent.
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★ player 01: isagi yoichi!
you feel isagi slip into the covers behind you. the bedsheet under rustles, the cold engulfs you body for a quick second before he's covering you both up with blanket again. he smells of his bodywash, freshly out of the shower. as he wraps his arm around your waist, he is quick to nuzzle his face into your nape.
you mumble sleepily into the air, "how was practice?"
"mhm, okay." his voice is muffled, sinking deeper into your skin. "how was your day?"
"nothing special." your eyes flutter shut as he pushes your hair to one side and kisses the warm skin at the back of your throat. his kisses are chaste — soft and lingering. one of his palms rubs up and down the curve of your waist, trailing down to your thighs. mindlessly, he's bunching up fabric of your shorts high up to the juncture of your thighs. he kneads the exposed skin, still mumbling sleepily, "missed me today?"
"always." you inhale sharply as his palms wander from your thighs to your hips and back to your inner thighs. he kneads the sensitive skin there, still kissing your throat and jaw so intimately. you feel his shorts rustle behind you, his fumbles with the waistband before quickly letting his erection free. parting your plush thighs, he sandwiches his length in between. his voice comes breathy, "ah, did you meet that deadline?"
you feel him moving behind you, sliding his warm cock in and out between your legs, nudging your clothed sex with lazy strokes. his palm travels up your sleep shirt and sneaks under it to tug on your nipple. you moan lazily, nodding, "mhm. the boss approved my idea."
"attagirl, knew you could— hah— do it." his voice trembles as his pelvis snaps into your quicker. his skin smacks against yours and you tighten your thighs around his length to squeeze him tighter. he groans, "god, you feel so fucking warm, baby."
"yeah?" you're whispering into the air, grinding back into him, "feels good, 'ichi?"
"'sgood." he sighs into the crook of your neck, "could spend a fuckin' lifetime like this, baby."
"what?" you laugh softly, shaking against him, "fucking my thighs?"
he grins against your skin, tightening his arms around your waist and pulling your closer. his breath tickles you as he laughs, "yeah, fucking your thighs like this." he kisses your pulse, squeezing your tits again, "you and me like this. just like this. i'd give up everything to be spend my entire life— fuck." he snaps his hips faster, more animalistic, whining into you with a broken gasp. "exactly like this."
a cashmere smile tugs at your lips, stretching it wide, "even football?"
he bites your neck lazily, his voice breathy and trembling, "e-even football."
his palm interlaces against your own, he licks the spot he bit and increases his pace. his eyes flutter shut and his breath falters as his orgasm approaches. when he cums, his load spills in between your thighs and wets your shorts. he smiles behind you, sheepish, "s-sorry 'bout the mess."
you sigh, blissfully closing your eyes, "i'm tired, ichi."
he lifts his face up to kiss your temple, "i know, baby. me too. let me just quickly clean you off."
you hold his palm in yours tighter, shaking your head and snuggling against his chest deeper, "'s fine. we'd deal with it tomorrow. just stay like this. it's comfy."
he smiles, patting your head twice, "alright. g'night baby. i love you."
you smile back, "love you too, 'ichi."
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★ player 02: rin itoshi!
you're deep into slumber by the time rin itoshi is back from his practice. you vaguely make out the sound of your shared apartment door closing shut, the sound of the shower turning on and the microwave beeping as he reheated his dinner. afterwards, came silence. you almost drift back to sleep by the time rin makes it back to your shared bedroom.
climbing into your bed with nothing but a pair of flimsy sports shorts, you feel the duvet lift up your body and rin slip in. he curls up against you, circling his strong biceps around your stomach and laying his head on top of it. you never get it, why your boyfriend behaves more like a cat than a human being at night. he always claims your stomach was the softest place to rest.
half-asleep and mumbling, you sift your fingers through his hair, "hey, baby."
"hm, hey." rin kisses your stomach, with one of his palms tracing over your stretchmarks. you massage his scalp, eyes fluttering shut at the feeling of his soft lips on your skin, "how was practice?"
"lukewarm." he rests his cheek on your skin, still tracing patterns with his fingertips. you hear the pinch in his voice. "isagi pissed me off."
"awh?" your words are thick with sleep, "what did he say?"
"nothing i wanna talk about." rin huffs, kissing your skin again. his kisses trail upwards from your navel, lining up and up and up till he was lifting the hem of your tshirt and kissing there. he kisses up your rib cage and under your boobs.
you moan softly, "rin...?"
"need to blow off some steam." he mumbles against your skin, already trailing his lips to the fullness of your chest. his weight settles over you comfortably as his lips circled one of your nipples. he sucked, soft and slow.
"mhm—" you hum, closing your eyes at the warm feeling of his lips against your risen peaks. "feels 'sgood."
rin places kitten licks across your chest, whining into your skin as he alternates between one boob and the other. your hands massage his scalp, "rin, baby— mhm. fuck."
"so fuckin' sweet." he cries against your skin, his pelvis circles yours, his half-hard dick rubbing against your clothed pussy as he sucks on your nipples. his bulge rubs against you and the friction of the motion makes your moan lazily. you bite down your lip, bucking your hips into his erection. he keeps doing as he is, fucking you shallowly and sucking your puffy, sensitive nipples into his warm mouth. he whines, "nghh— i... fuck... you're so soft."
you fall asleep somewhere between the warm feeling of his tongue lapping against your skin, and when you wake up in the middle of the night, you find him deep asleep, with his mouth still lazily pressed against your boobs. you stroke his cheek, "g'night, rinnie. i love you."
he shifts against your chest, tightening his hold against your body as he snuggles into you. his voice is raspy as he pulls up the duvet higher against you two, "mhm. love you too."
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★ player 03: sae itoshi!
sae itoshi is already asleep by the time you're back from work. he cracks open an eye as the rustling of the bedsheet. on instinct, he opens his arms up, inviting you into his embrace. you settle over him with a long sigh, nustling your cheek against his chest and mumbling, "you asleep?"
"hm." he's humming half-heartedly, already off to sleep. his palm rubs up and down your body in a comforting rhythm, low voice coming cracked and unused, "had dinner?"
you giggle against him, the sound reverberating against his chest, "yes." carefully, your hands slip under his shirt. sae lets out a big sigh, "what're... you upto now..?"
before he can fully protest, you're stroking his soft skin and trailing your palm down his body. slipping under his waistband, you paw at his half-erect cock. he shudders at the feeling of your hand tighten around his tip, "hah- you... love."
you're shushing him, "let me. please." blinking up your eyes to look at his face. his eyes are shut, long lashes fanning across his cheeks as the heat swims across his cheekbones. his bottom lip trembles slightly, shoulders slumping into the pillow in surrender, "okay."
your wrist flicks up and down, tugging along his sensitive cock in a steady rhythm that has sae bucking his hips up into your firm grasp. his cheeks pink, adam's apple jumping, and bottom lip cherry-red as he holds in the wayward moans tumbling out, "f-fuuck. you're so... god, so soft."
you laugh airily as you quicken your pace, tightening your grip around his tip to coax an orgasm out of him, just to stop it before he can tip over the edge.
sae laughs at the sudden obstruction, his eyes clenching shut. his words are thick with sleep, "stop playing, babe."
"whaaaat." you're dragging your palm up and down again, resuming that cruel rhythm that has him unraveling again. his thighs clench under you, his jaw ticks, and you see his hands fist the comforter. a low groan kisses your ears, "fuck. i- so close." he mumbles.
"does it feel good?" you ask, lifting your face upto his and slotting your lips against his in a chaste kiss. he exhales into you, shuddering, "y-yeah. always does."
you giggle at his earnest response, "is my hand better than yours—?"
he cracks open one eye, "i wouldn't go as far to say that."
and you're thumbing his tip at the response, pouting, "really? should I stop then—?"
a needy whine rips out of sae itoshi, something that is quick and primal, "no. fuck— no. keep going."
though you pout, you flick your wrists faster. your palm squeezes against the veins and ridges so well, and his pre coats his length, acting as a lubricant. you quickly up and down, and up and down, and up and down—
"fuuuck." sae breaths heavily, his thighs trembling as a pool of white flows down his tip in spontaneous spurts and pools at his base. you feel his cock twitch under you, spluttering out more and more till you're grinning, "you okay, babe?"
sae finally flutters opens his eyes, giving you a resigned look, "you know, I'll have to wash the sheets and comforter now."
"tch." you roll your eyes, bringing up your own palm to your mouth and licking leisurely, "live a little, itoshi."
"tch." he bites back with an attitude, "i forget you're a dirty girl." he sighs, "now help me change the sheets."
you stick your tongue out, "you're no fun."
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★player 04: oliver aiku!
by the time oliver aiku has entered your shared apartment, you have already carefully tucked your vibrator back to the bedside table. it's not like your boyfriend was insecure of a bunch of toys, no it was more that he would make fun of you for the rest of your days for how needy you were, couldn't even wait for him.
so, by the time he has taken a shower and slipped inside your bed, you pretend to be asleep.
"hey, ma." his voice is gentle, pulling you into him by his beefy arms. he nuzzles his face into your neck and you're overwhelmed by the smell of his bodywash. you mumble, "you smell nice."
"awh, thanks doll." he presses a kiss to your cheek, "how was your day?"
"was okay..." you trail off. he presses another soft kiss, "what were you doing before i came?"
"just sleepin'." you lie through your teeth, fixing your face into his chest to avoid his gaze.
"hm?" he leisurely hums, "my girl's sleepy?" you nod, but aiku's already grinning, "it's just I happened to get a notification on my app. about that vibrator of yours? the one that can operated from my phone?"
your eyes blow open but you don't meet his eyes, "must have been a glitch...?"
"ah?" but he's already sinking his doughy fingertips past your shorts and teasing your slit, gathering your slick into his fingertips. you jolt at the feeling of his fingers against your overstimulated pussy. "is your cute cunt lying to me then, ma?"
in a moment, he's slotting one of his muscular thighs between your legs, "if you were so needy, should have told me."
"aiku..." you mumble, feeling him nudge the muscle in between the folds. he rocks you softly against his leg, "go on, get yourself off. i know you want to."
and so, you're lazily humping his thighs, burying your face into his chest and looping your arms around him in a hug. he lets you use him, let's you rock yourself against him until your breath is stuttering and you're holding himself tighter, "f-fuck... baby 'm gonna— gonna cum."
"yeah," he grins, "attagirl. c'mon."
your body jerks against him, panties and shorts soaking through as your essence rubs against his thighs. once you've calm down, oliver presses a kiss to your temple, "needy girl. should have just waited for me, huh?"
and you know he's gonna tease you about this endlessly from tomorrow onwards, but for now, he's removing his slotted leg from between you and pulling you into a hug, "c'mon, go to sleep, doll. must be tired."
"mhm. goodnight, aiku."
"g'night, doll."
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★player 05: michael kaiser!
your boyfriend claims he can't sleep until he has you in his arms, till he can feel your soft breath fall in line with yours, so, you often find michael kaiser staying up till you're back from work.
so it was a surprise to come back from your staff dinner and find him already asleep. once you had cleaned yourself up, you slipped into your bed as silently as possible, afraid to wake him up.
but it was no use, as soon as your body weight dipped the mattress, kaiser was cracking open an eye, beckoning you over, "you're back, schatz?"
"mhm." you lay next to him, positioning yourself a bit higher so he can cuddle into you as the little spoon, "go to sleep, micha. i'm right here."
kaiser presses his face into the swell of your chest, inhaling, "missed you s'much."
you run your hands through his hair, "me too, micha—...?" your voice trails off, soft and caught off-guard as you feel kaiser press his erection against your body. he whines, "talk to me 'bout your day. please."
"oh, well..." you feel his hip rut against your soft body in desperate lurches. you massage his scalp, closing your eyes to recall your day. "you know nicole? the one from marketing? yeah, she was being very weird at the dinner. i think it's because she broke up with her boyfriend, ryan. that's the guy that works in HR."
kaiser let's out a shaky exhale, his hips catching their lace quicker against your body, "y-yeah? and?"
you feel his body grow more desperate, his hips fastening to catch the friction from your body against his. he presses his face further into your tits, breathing hard against the swell of your chest. "and, then alex asked her what was going on and she said nothing."
"y-yeah?" he barely manages, his voice coming muffled against your chest, "how... how weird."
"uh-huh." you nod along, feeling his hips falter and grow irregular. his breathing grows harder, and the pants are all you two can hear in the room. you ask, gently, "are you gonna cum, micha?"
he nods, feverish, "y-yeah. keep talking— ah, keep talking. please. need to hear you—!"
your gentle voice lulls him into a sense of security, "y'know, i missed you so much today. kept thinking about you the entire time through dinner—"
"f-fuck, really?" he's licking your pert nipple through your shirt, latching his lips around you as he keeps rutting like an animal in heat. you coo, "yes, baby."
and before you know it, he's groaning into your tshirt and soiling his pants with a thick load of his cum. you feel the wet patch blossom against his sleep shorts as he shudders and nudges his face into you. a sigh escapes him, "t-thanks."
you sift your fingers through his hair, pressing a kiss to his head, "what for? go change and then, we can sleep."
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★player 06: nagi seishiro!
it takes your boyfriend approximately 1.5 minutes to be fully asleep. you haven't even turned around to give him one last kiss before he's snoring. tonight, however, things are different.
you expect nagi seishiro to come back from a late night practice, refuse to even shower before he's kicking off his shoes and plopping down on the bed, next to you. instead, nagi comes and makes his way to shower after a quick greeting. you wait in bed and soon enough, your boyfriend is climbing in behind you, freshly showered and completely shirtless.
he wraps his big, burly arms around your waist, rubbing your soft skin with his hard muscles as he hides his face into the crook of your neck. you sigh, breath slow, "how was your day, baby?"
"mhm." is all you get from his side before he's sinking his face deeper into your neck and biting. "sei—?" you lose your voice as one of his hands pulls down your shorts by the hem. he takes them off your legs, picking one of your thighs higher as he tugs down his own shorts. the entire time he face stays buried against the neck. you feel his hot breath on your pulse, "need you."
you jut your ass back into him, giving him quick access as he guides his cockhead into your hole. it's hard for his length to bury within you without any prep, so, he goes slow. with every inch in, nagi's breath quickens. you yelp and pushes your face to the pillow, stuffing your mouth full with the fabric to quieten you. he groans, "sorry, sorry. can't wait today. sorry."
he opens your thighs wider, rutting in slow circles to ease his cock inside your pussy. you mewl into the pillow and once nagi is buried to the hilt, he stalls. you pant into the familiar fabric, "m-move, sei—?"
"no." he kisses your neck, "wanna stay like this. jus' like this."
you bite back lazily, "how fuckin' lazy."
he kisses your jaw next and you feel him smile against your skin, "not lazy. your pussy feels so good like this. don't wanna move."
and so, nagi seishiro falls asleep with his length stiff stuffing your warm orifice. in the middle of the night, your sleep is interrupted by the feeling of something filling you up again. he mumbles from behind you, words heavy with sleep, "slipped out accidentally. just slipping back in. go back to sleep, baby."
you mumble, "goodnight, sei."
"mhm. night."
a.n: not my usual hardcore smut. not proofread. enjoy the filth. that being said, i have no idea what I want my usual roster to be for bllk. any characters you guys wanna particularly see?
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𐙚 content warning ━ smut, omegaverse dynamics, heat, knotting, breeding kink, discussion of knotting (no pregnancy focus), creampie, cumming inside, instinct-driven language, rough sex, mild possessive undertones, biting, he rips shorts omg, like four lines of aftercare... (18+)
𐙚 synopsis ━ Katsuki had been the subject of a harmless crush since your days sharing a home at U.A. but when your heat comes and he's incessantly calling you because of work, your second gender takes hold of your tongue.
You did try to stay away from your phone, you could give yourself that. You would have locked it in your safe had you not needed it to distract you from the white hot burn between your legs.
You had set up your week to be as relaxing as possible. Heats only came a few times a year and yours were especially rough on your body.
One thing that wasn't as soothing as the cold towel on your neck or your familiar comfort show playing softly on your tv, was the incessant calling from your scheduled patrol partner for the day. Even silencing your phone didn't help because his ass called you on your emergency cell knowing you couldn't turn it off, even during a personal day.
After almost an hour of repeated calls on both phones and messages being left on your personal that would have had you reporting him to the commission had you not known him for the better part of a decade, you picked up with as much energy as you could muster in your current state.
"Seriously, a personal day is usually spent away from anything work related." You bit into the receiving end of your phone, your unoccupied hand curling in your blankets to stop from slipping it between your thighs.
"You don't take a fuckin' personal day when I switched up my entire damn schedule for this goddamn merger!" He cursed into the phone with a scratch in his throat like he had been yelling all damn morning.
"Don't act like it's something you chose to do, asshole." You pulled away from the phone before your breath hitched as a new type of heat rolled through your body, your head and cunt pounding with your heartbeat. "We both had to change up our shit."
"And yet only one of us is taking a personal day." His voice was rough, echoing through your ears in a way that reminded you why you avoided alphas during your heat.
Because if you knew anything about your body during these times, you knew that their scent alone could get you to a point where your brain hazed over with a desperation that coated your thighs.
And that same desperation can turn a harmless crush into an infatuation that had your cheeks heating the next time their name popped up on your phone.
"Only one of us is an omega." You mumbled, your hand moving to press the now lukewarm towel into your neck for any last bit of cold it had in it.
You could hear the well oiled gears turning in his head through the phone, a rustling coming through the speaker as he probably ran a hand down his face.
"Fuckin' christ. You didn't think that was important to mention in your memo?" There was no 'are you okay' or 'do you need anything' which had an airy chuckle slipping from your lips.
"It's implied." You shifted onto your back and pushed some of your blanket off of your thighs to cool you down from the source of the burning that rolled through your body once more.
"I swear these damn fuckin' doctors associations and shit need to figure out a way for unpaired omegas to actually function during their heats." His voice was rough and he cursed a lot but it was obvious he cared. Hell, he read the Omega Safety & Accommodation Act front to back and even asked you shit when he first started his agency.
"Shit's pissin' me off at this point. It ain't safe for anyone. Especially because villains don't damn stop just 'cause you're in heat."
"I would contribute to this conversation but I've practically got steam coming off of me right now."
"Yeah yeah. Don't even know why I bothered when you obviously can't think straight. Just make sure you drink water, omega. You're shit at that when you're not like this." You could tell that was his way of ending the conversation and, in a moment you will always blame on your heat, you stopped him.
"Wait- I, uh…" You struggled to get it out, which was probably your brain telling your hormones to lose their grip on your tongue.
"What?" He spoke with a lazy tone but it was less like he didn't care and more like he expected it. In any case it had your thighs rubbing together instinctively.
"Would it be weird to ask if you could…" Your pride was winning the internal battle for your vocal chords but that last bit still slipped from your lips, "bring a shirt of yours or something?"
Your spine went cold when you fully realized what you said. And, more specifically, how you said it.
As much as you were a top rated pro with your own agency and everything, you still managed to sound desperate as fuck.
"Yeah whatever. I'll bring it after my shift."
And then he ended the call. Like it was nothing. Like he didn't know exactly what you were going to use a shirt coated in his scent for.
You buried your head in one of the numerous pillows surrounding you and blamed the rising heat in your stomach on embarrassment before calling the front desk of your building to let them know you'd be having an alpha visitor.
It felt like longer than a ten hour shift while you waited, despite you only being awake for seven of them. You thanked your heat for not having to get up at four in the morning.
What you didn't thank it for was the way it had your legs too weak to answer the door when Katsuki's rough knock resounded through your apartment.
You padded across your wood floors on shaky legs while wrapping a blanket around yourself to suppress at least some of the scent that filled your home. You opened the door slowly to see him in a mask and a third party staff member from your building standing next to him. A beta by the way he had barely any reaction to your scent.
Or Katsuki's when he looked you over. He smelled like himself but also freshly like the honey body wash he always wore.
"Jesus, you look wrecked." His voice was muffled behind the mask which you doubted did enough to shield his nose before he handed a sealed bag to you.
Another security measure.
You grabbed it hesitantly as you eyed the beta who looked like he wanted to be anywhere but monitoring an omega and alpha meetup. Mostly fear in his eyes as he looked Katsuki up and down like he was gauging just how likely it was that he could stop him if he just decided to go for you.
"Was the shift terrible without me?" You smiled weakly, trying to make some sort of small talk to ease the awkwardness between the three of you as you leaned against the door frame, and casually opened the bag.
It hit your nose like a smell from your childhood, soothing all of the tense muscles in your body. Those tense muscles, however, were the only thing keeping you upright.
Your blanket slipped from your shoulder and the bag from your hand as you slid further down the side of the wall, your head almost hitting the edge of the door jamb. Katsuki was quick to lock his grip under your elbow to support you before the beta stepped in.
"You're not allowed to touch her." The guy had to have been around your age but he spoke hesitantly, which still had the blonde glaring.
"She was about to fuckin'-" He started but you cut him off, holding your hand up weakly.
"It's fine. He can come in." You spoke faintly, your body cooling down at the proximity to his skin.
"Ma'am I would need your written consent to let him in." The man was simply following protocol and you had to commend him for having the strength to try to say no to a man twice his size.
"Then get me something to sign."
He all but fumbled with the tablet in his grip then, pulling up some sort of document that you had only signed a couple times before. From when you invited over betas to ease your heat.
Though, none of them got close to the soothing nature of simply breathing in Katsuki's scent.
You patted the shoulder of the alpha in front of you before signing. The guy looked it over like he didn't just watch you do it, eyed the hero in front of him once more, and then bowed before rushing towards the elevator down the hall.
"Come on, weak ass." Katsuki's voice this close to your ear was almost as soothing as his scent. He walked forward, pushing you back enough for him to close your apartment door. "Let's get you back to your room."
He kept his hands on your elbows and only on your elbows, guiding you back to the nest you had so carefully constructed the night before when your heat started.
You climbed in but not before almost nipping at him for kneeling on your bed to help you in. You felt a little bad for it but then he left, which your second gender took as an act of retaliation.
And that thought had you letting out a faint whine from the back of your throat. Not anything you would do in your right mind, of course, but that tense ache settled back into your bones so you were unashamed in the moment.
He must have heard you from the other room, or smelled your scent changing, because he called out a gruff, "Calm down, omega. I'm comin' right back." That time, even from what you figured was the kitchen, he sounded clearer so you could only assume he took off that damn mask.
He was in an apartment that reeked of an omega in heat, without a mask and you knew he didn't take daily rut suppressants. Your worry went from your heat to his possible forced rut from the circumstances and forced ruts never ended well.
When he came back in your room he was holding the shirt from before and your water bottle, which you hadn't even noticed he grabbed from your nightstand. Tossing them to you, as far away from your bed as possible, he soothed your nerves again.
"Don't worry, I took a suppressant before heading over here. I'll be fine." He spoke calmly as he leaned against your bedroom wall and watched you visibly relax before sliding under another blanket and curling his shirt up to your chest.
"You would have had a death wish otherwise." You mumbled, taking in another deep inhale of his scent. It wasn't as intense the second time. It was obviously his but diluted like it had just been washed. Not even enough scent from being in his place either so you assumed it was a spare from his office.
"If you took a suppressant, you don't have to stand all the way over there." It was obvious you wanted his scent from the source, and he chuckled deeply. You tried to be discreet when rubbing your thighs together in response.
His chuckle was low, casual. "You're not gonna try to bite me again if I get on your bed?"
You looked at him through your lashes, your brows furrowed with a glare that said 'enough'. He smirked before raising his hands in mock surrender and settled onto the edge of the bed. He didn't push past the ring of pillows around you but his presence was closer. Heavier.
His scent had already started to soak the room, that familiar smoke-and-honey undertone turning the fever in your gut to something almost soft. You breathed deeper without meaning to, thighs pressing tighter under your blankets.
Then it shifted. It was sharper. Sweeter. Like caramel mere moments away from being burnt.
You felt his weight move closer to the edge of the bed and when you opened your eyes you saw him sat forward, elbows on his knees, hands clenched like he was holding himself together one breath at a time.
Every exhale dragged more of him into the air. Now black pepper that almost stung and a vanilla that warmed to something almost resinous and intoxicating. The shirt tucked under your chin was practically useless now, the natural smell of him diluting it to nothing.
"That suppressant isn't working as well as you think." You mumbled, your body almost moving of it's own volition as you pushed closer to the edge of the pillow wall.
A snarl rumbled in his chest as his eyes cut to yours, sharp as his tone. "Careful, omega."
"Careful is really not on my mind right now." You shot back, heat licking your words like a wound. "And I doubt it's on yours."
His jaw flexed as he looked away, scent spiking again before he dragged it back down slow. Like a struggle. "That's your heat talking." He mumbled, shifting further forward but still not taking the move to get up.
You paused, staring at him. And you would have laughed had it not been for the molten heat curling in your veins and swirling in your stomach.
"Please. You think I'd ask for your scent if I didn't already want it?" You all but deadpan, sitting up to rest your chin on his shoulder. His scent was intoxicating so close to his nape and you nosed at his pulse point before he turned his head enough to press against your cheek.
"Like it or not, you're the problem here." You mumbled into his skin, peppering kisses along his jawline. His hand shot to your thigh and squeezed. Warning you or grounding himself, you couldn't tell.
Still, it spurred you on, moving down his neck as his breathing picked up and a low whine built in his throat. "Fuck, you can't just-" He started but cut himself off in favor of turning and pulling you back up to meet his gaze with a pinch to your chin.
"Come on, Kats…" You all but whimpered but your eyes were lidded like you were getting drunk on just his scent. "You have to know nobody else could get me like this."
Katsuki's eyes searched yours for any hint of the warm haze that could be clouding your judgment. But there was none.
After what felt like years of pining and lying and hiding, he cursed lowly and kissed you.
His hands were on your jaw immediately, tensing slightly when your breath shuddered at the contact. Your fingers wrapped around his wrists as you leaned back, letting him shift over you.
He was firm and deliberate with his kiss, swallowing the moans slipping from your mouth like curses did from his. His hands traveled to the shirt you wore and slid underneath. Calloused hands traced the edges of your body as he pushed the fabric up and over your tits.
He barely opened his eyes before dipping his head down to take one of your nipples in his mouth, his hand kneading your other breast.
His leg slotting between yours was the sweet and painful relief you had been aching for since hearing his voice during your phone call. You pressed him further against your clit with your legs, squeezing him in between your thighs.
You could feel his cock through the after-shift sweats he wore, the fabric not hiding the way he was rock hard against your skin.
You shifted to grind against him but his hands caught your hips as he nipped at your breast, his teeth scraping over your nipple as you shuddered. "Don't start something you can't finish, princess." He started to move lower, probably thinking that he could simply eat you out and that would satiate the hunger that built in your chest.
Your chest was already heaving as he moved lower down your body but you tangled your hands in his shirt and pulled him up to your face. "You are not making me wait any fuckin' longer."
The sound that tore from his throat wasn't the low, rumbling growl that you expected. It was ragged, an almost whine echoing in his chest as his breathing quickened.
His lips met yours in a messy clash, desperate moves as he fumbled with your shorts, hastily pushing them down with one hand. You couldn't bother with teasing him over his clumsy hands, your own practically tearing his shirt as you pulled it up from his shoulders.
He almost immediately gave up on his task though, sliding his shirt off for you before pulling back and ripping the fabric of your sleep shorts down one side.
"No underwear, huh?" He huffed before pushing the tattered leftovers of your shorts off your leg and attaching his lips to your neck.
"I expect another set after this." You sighed as he all but lapped at your skin, mumbling some affirmation as one of your hands tangled in his hair while the other slipped into his sweats.
He groaned against you as your fingers grazed his cock through his boxers, the sound forcing a shiver up your spine and a flex of your jaw.
His hand replaced yours, sliding the seemingly suffocating fabric down in order to expose his cock to your cunt.
The heat of his bare cock pressed against you was enough to have your fingers tangling in the hair at the base of his neck, practically begging him with your body. He rubbed against your folds before slipping inside you slowly, your slick making the move all the more effortless as he dropped his head and let out a groan against your skin.
"Fuck…" You gasped before looking down at where your bodies connected. The sight alone was enough to have you throwing your head back and clenching around him.
That incited a low rumble in his chest that quickly turned into a snarl as he pulled his hips back in order to slide back into you.
From there, the sighs and whimpers all but fell from your lips. Each thrust deeper than the last as his pace built along with his knot, slowly growing and stretching you out further.
His hands grabbed from your legs but didn't stay on them long, instead forcing your ankles to his shoulders and caging you in his arms as he leaned forward. Your thighs rested against his chest as he kept the torturous pace into you.
You twisted your hands in the blankets underneath you, searching for some kind of grounding as that pressure in your stomach finally started building from the dull ache you had associated with your heats. Your eyes were screwed shut but you felt his breath on your ear, the faint whine in his throat forcing a wave of warmth to roll through you.
He could feel the way your body moved against him, having everything but still begging for more. An insatiable fire that consumed everything in it's path no matter how satisfying.
Your lips parted as your sighs slipped to whines and your whimpers to moans, a melody that echoed off of your walls.
"That's right baby, sing for me." He sighed out, signature smirk gracing his features like he wasn't actively wrecking you underneath him.
You took your lip in your mouth but it didn't serve to silence you much, whines and moans echoing through your chest as you arched to anchor your hips. What did quiet you some was him leaning forward and taking your plush lips in his, swallowing every whimper even as he bit your lip for you.
"Body's beggin' f'me, baby." He mumbled, low and gruff, punctuating the sentence with a hard push into you. A moan tore through you as your hands shot from the sheets to his forearms, digging your nails into his skin.
"Fuck- like you don't want this just as bad." You managed, despite it seeming like he was trying to stop the words even as they tumbled from your lips. He only let out a rumbling chuckle in response, a huffing moan being the only thing you needed to know you were right.
"Want?" He questioned incredulously, pressing your legs against your chest in a way you didn't even think you were capable of as he pushed closer. "Baby, I fuckin' need you."
You tightened around him at that, your cunt practically pulsing in rhythm with his cock. He huffed as he flashed you another smile, his chest inflating at just that.
Before then, you probably wouldn't have noticed the way his hips stuttered when you did, though. The way he gripped the blanket below you just enough to hear the rustle. The way the faint whine rumbled through his chest and into yours.
With as much sense as you could muster, your palms flattened and moved up his arms, settling on his jaw. Another stutter of his hips.
You pulled him as close as he could get, your lips grazing his as you bared teeth with a pleased smirk. "You're gonna- fuck… you're gonna cum, aren't you?"
"Of course, I'm gonna fuckin' cum." He bit out, dipping his head to rest his forehead against yours. "You don't even know how good you feel right now."
Your fingers slid down slightly, the stubble he didn't shave that morning scratching your skin softly as the stiffness suddenly washed from your body and into the mattress beneath you.
"Then don't stop." You murmured, your voice softer as you pressed further into the pillow behind your head.
His hips slowed for a moment before pulling back, hands grazing up your hips and cradling under your knees before pressing them forward.
His pace was faster than before and you threw your head back, groaning before looking down and watching as his cock pistoned inside of you at an angle you had never been in before. It seemed to force his cock almost to your cervix, pressing every little button along the way that had you practically screaming.
Every thrust was followed by a curse, blunt nails pressing into the flesh of your legs. Whines mixed with growls as his movements into you became less uniform and more frenzied. The way he pressed deeper, heavier, something thick dragging along your entrance.
You knew it had been building this whole time, but feeling his knot swelling and stretching you further with every slam into you had your hips bucking at the thought of being filled by it. He could feel it too, mumbling, "Fuck, baby, 'm close. Fuck…"
The fog filling your brain thinned out in that moment, just enough for you to whisper. "Want it… Want you to knot me, Kats."
He stopped chasing his instincts, his hips stilling. "Fuck, are you serious?"
"Why else d'you think I even picked up the phone?" Your words were quick, followed by a faint whine and a desperate shift of your hips.
"Okay, okay." His words were breathy with a slight huffing laugh following then, "Whatever you want, princess."
His words were a stark contrast from the way his hips pushed into yours. Rough pace paired with a gentle rumble from his chest. It had you sliding your hands down to rest on his chest as your body shook from the force of his thrusts.
"I'm gonna fuckin' knot you, baby." He mumbled, his hands moving off of your legs to hold your hips down as he moulded your cunt to the shape of him. "Gonna fill you 'til you can't take any fuckin' more."
Your nails dug into his skin, feeling his cock dragging against every nerve, every soft wall, the stretch sharper now. Almost too much.
A cry tore from your chest as the swell of his knot slid into you, locking him inside of you. The stretch was sharp and almost unbearable, but then it broke into a bliss that had your brain fogging and your ears ringing.
His arms pulled back, letting your legs fall to the bed as he leaned in closer, rutting against you to chase his orgasm while you rode out your own.
He buried his teeth in your shoulder, a growl ripping through his chest as you felt his cock pulse inside of you, filling your cunt with everything. Every stolen look. Every graze of the hand. Every hot training session. Every bit of anything he could give you.
Your hands were around his neck now, fingers carding through his hair as you sighed, coming down from a high you wished would never end.
Even knotted, his body trembled with the aftershocks of his orgasm. His head pressed into the crook of your neck as he kept the weight of his body from crushing you. You still felt every pulse of him inside, every shudder, your own muscles fluttering sweetly around the swell.
Once his teeth unlatched from your flesh, you felt him pull back. Just enough to meet your gaze but not so much as to tug against the knot that kept his cum from leaking out of you.
Your chest heaved as you looked up at him, stinging shoulder be damned. "You are giving me a massage after this." You sighed, smile slipping onto your features. Your gaze turned fond as he let a rumbling chuckle slip from his chest, the sound alone practically soothing you to sleep already.
"You're gonna be the death of me, princess." He smiled, punctuating his words with a soft kiss to the side of your mouth.
a/n ━ repost from my failed kinktober (kms kms kms) people seemed to have liked it and i need to stay relevant or ill never write again :P
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when there's a lack of boundaries between you and puppy hybrid! bsf (18+)
the two of you are the biggest scandal around. many, if not most of the male hybrids on campus think it'd be fruitless to court you, and the females to court him, since the two of you seem to be a mated pair.
you have the scent of puppy all over your skin, while he has faint bunny teeth marks dotting his collarbones and throat, dangerously close to his mating gland. you have matching ones on the soft parts of your body; your hips, thighs... breasts... ass. in a platonic way of course.
the tall, floppy eared puppy hybrid trails after you like he's on a leash you're holding. he's so obsessed with his sweet bunny best friend, all warm skin and soft thighs covered in skimpy things like sheer tights or mini skirts with your bunny tail twitching right above your pert ass.
the only reason he can get away with touching you as much as he does is because you're so clueless and needy. instead of wondering why your little panties get damp spots in them when he licks and bites you, all you can think about is straddling his lap and bouncing on him.
you're always in his lap.
Sometimes you're just buzzing with excitement about a quiz you think you aced, and you throws yourself onto him without noticing the way his arms lock around your waist territorially. beyond being possessive, pup also has to hold you and himself still because otherwise, he might rut up into you like an animal, or sniff behind your floppy ears and hump you right there in the quad.
he thinks about it, a lot. what it would be like to frot with his pretty bunny, but he doesn’t do it because you're best friends. you just think he's sweet and affectionate in the puppies usually are, not realizing how his tail wags uncontrollably only for you and that when you're tangled up with him too long he runs to the bathroom for fifteen minutes not for a pee break but because his cock's gotten so wet and swollen that he can't last much longer without creaming all over you.
but then again, you're just as bad. you make a wet, gooey mess all over yourself whenever he grabs you by the hips when you're cuddling, and you get sooo warm and flushed all over when he pins you down in mock fights, tail wagging, tongue out, teeth grazing your skin to hold himself back from biting and breeding.
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your dorm seems to be way hotter than it needs to be. puppy's shirt is off, thrown somewhere under your desk, and his tail flicks back and forth behind him while you lay on top of him in bed, boobs squished to his face while you read your new book. your skirt's all bunched up and your thighs are bare and squishy where they press against him.
“you're so warm,” he mumbles, nose scrunching, glossy eyes blinking up at you.
“you’re the one who wanted me to sit here,” you pout in return, cheeks flushed. his hands are splayed on the outside of your thighs, rubbing over your skin back and forth. it's a tickly feeling that makes you wriggle on him a little to escape the sensation.
whenever you move on top of him, your scent spikes and it punches right into his senses. he groans and tugs you down on top of him to bury his face into your neck. “no squirming,” he pants, tongue peeking past his canines.
“why?" you tilt your head, bunny ears flopping to the side. "y'acting weird,” you say, petting his hair absently.
he mumbles something into your skin, licking once. “you smell like you’re gonna go into heat and it's making me react weird.” he growls, finally lifting his head, eyes wet and wide. he's panting. “you reek, bun. can smell y'pussy."
your thighs squeeze around his hips automatically, your whole body suddenly trembling. “don’t say that,” you whisper shyly, your voice high and scandalized, bunny tail twitching in little jerks behind you. your little nose wrinkles. “…you smell worse. i can’t even think when you smell like that.”
"stop," he yips, tail flicking frantically. “can't control it, been trying so hard not to jump you, i swear,”
“...you have..?” you ask curiously, looking down at him. he looks so genuinely desperate it’s embarrassing. he whines and gets warm in the cheeks, squeezing you against him tighter. he nods weakly.
"i have to hold back too," you mumble into his neck after a beat. you’re embarrassed to admit it because your thighs are sticky and your hips are grinding down into his lap in tiny, unconscious movements.
“you do?” he breathes. his ears twitch and flop down heavy against his head. “you hold back?”
you nod against his skin, cheeks burning. “when you pin me down or grab me like that, it makes my head go all fuzzy. i-i don’t know, mmm... just wanna… wanna rub on you or something."
the minute you admit the truth, he begins frantically nosing at your throat, nipping it, sucking, with a low, excited moans. you squeal, hips twitching up against him instinctively. “what’re you doing?”
“you said you wanted it!” he cries out, humping up into you once and nearly sobbing when the friction makes his ears twitch. “can’t help it. y'smell so, fuck, you smell so sweet, bun, wanna eat you.” his nose twitches and he’s panting again. his hands cup under your thighs, squeezing. his cock is throbbing.
"oh god," he moans, rutting into. his lips are sticky and swollen from biting them so hard. "ngh fuuuck i do this to m'pillow, bun. i think about you and i hump it,"
“pup!” you squeak, scandalized, but you don’t pull away. your hips match the slow, desperate rut of his under you, and despite there being barely any friction through your underwear, your cunt is soaked, and you can feel the outline of him right beneath your core. his cock is hot and throbbing with every grind.
“i hump it and pretend it’s you,” he gasps, squeezing your thighs tighter. his ears are flattened down, floppy against his flushed cheeks, and his whole body is shuddering beneath you. “i wrap your hoodie around it and press my face to your scent- nghh, i get it wet, just like this,” he sits up suddenly, arms wrapping tight around your waist and caging you in his lap. his forehead presses to yours. "bun... need, need, mmf-"
-is the last thing he mumbles out before he leans forward to capture his lips with yours. it's so messy and nasty. pup's tongue is huge and drooly and because he's so eager to finally finally have his lips on yours, he just ends up slobbering you because he's so excited. he bites on your lower lip, and you gasp into his in response, tugging on his hair sharp enough to make him yowl with pleasure.
he grabs yours hips and drags you down hard into his lap, mouth still locked with yours. his tongue rolls over yours when you moan again and grind back. he's panting into your mouth at the way your plump pussy grinds into his cock through your clothes. both of you are soaked, slick and pre leaking between the two of you to make squelching noises every time you rock down and he pushes up.
your mouth is glossy and swollen, coated in spit that clings in strings whenever he pulls back to breathe before diving right back in, tongue first, like a dog.
“stop,” he groans against your lips, licking into your mouth. “stop moving like that, i'm gonna- fuck! i’m gonna cum bun,"
“i know, want it s'bad,” you moan loudly, rolling your hips sloooow over his clothed cock, rubbing your folds over every single inch. his head lolls back stupidly.
“oh f-fuck,” he moans, thrusting against you again, the head of his cock sliding under the slick cotton of your panties with a disgusting wet sound. the bed creaks underneath you as he rocks, rocks, rocks into you.
pup sinks his teeth into the junction of your neck and shoulder, almost on your mating gland but barely holding back just before he permanently bonds you with him. both your glands have been seeping oil since he's started, opening up eagerly and hoping to be claimed. it's taking all of him not to do it. his cock presses tight and hot against the swell of your cunt through your soaked panties, and you keen, tears pricking your eyes from the sheer overload.
“gonna -shit- cum,” he pants, tongue hanging out to kiss the reddening bite mark he just left. “bun, i’m gonna come, gonna make a mess,”
you whimper and rub harder against him, cunt soaking through your thin panties and onto his boxers, until there’s a huge dark patch under your pussy. "y-you can!" you cry, face buried in his neck. “i want it, nnghhh fuck! want you, pup!”
he lets out this helpless, whimpering moan and then he grabs you by the hips, pulling you down hard just as he jerks up. his whole body locks up as his cock pulses hot and hard under you. your thighs become so sticky with slick as you start to cum with him, little cotton tail getting wet and sticky as your mixed juices start to drip down your skin, pooling in the dips where your thighs meet your ass.
he holds you there, panting through his teeth as his cock twitches repeatedly with more of his cream splurting out each time, staining both your underwear with thick, warm loads that don’t stop.
hiori yumeships himself with you. no he doesn’t call it dating you, he’s a yumeshipper and you’re his f/o, and he’s nonsharing btw also has an itabag of you, actually, multiple itabags of you. he literally commissions fanart of you and him, and spends heavy on custom merch (nendoroids, figures, posters etc). his room is a shrine dedicated to you, his pc wallpaper is you, so is his phone lock screen and home screen . even his valorant menu screen is you ! youre his pfp on all social medias except discord where he’s matching with you <33 and he flaunts it all !! youre his and only his !!
“Sweetheart c’mon, don’t be like that!” Steve’s voice drawled on from behind you, echoing as you walked away from him. He could say how much he loves seeing your hips shift up and down as you walked, but he’ll never admit how deep down he hates seeing you walk away from him. it’s his worst fear.
“Nuh uh Stevie! M’ done!” such a petty little fight, over something so small and simple. the problem wasn’t even the root of the argument, Steve had even already apologized. it was the fact that Steve was apologizing to end the argument, to get you back in his good graces, not because he was truly sorry.
“You never mean what you say! you’re so fucking self centered!” Your words stunned him, hitting him in his heart like barbs from a taser. Steve shakes himself out of his emotional stupor, tears stinging in his eyes that he has to blink away before slapping back on that puppy eyes look and salacious smirk he knows you love.
“baby, baby, baby calm down.” he repeats the pet name as he jogs to run in front of you, pausing your walk, more like sashay. Steve’s fingers wrap around your wanted ringlet curls, twisting it between his pointer and middle finger as his other hand pushes your chin up with his knuckle.
“Y’know better than to curse at me, even during our arguments. You know better.” his voice slithers its way into your brain, the slight pepperminty scent of his breath making you lightheaded. you can smell his oaky cologne, the same one you bought him for your three years.
“What’s got you like this? I apologized and you’re still being a brat. ‘ts not like you.” He’s right and you know it. you force your eyes away from him, looking down to the side. his right grip doesn’t allow you to move your head, keeping you prisoner under his strong gaze.
“how about we go home, away from here, and i let you make it up to me. yea?” you’re too nervous to say anything, his voice doing the same thing it always does. your panties have a wet patch now, right in the middle, just under your clit. he’s sure of it.
you nod, biting your lip as you look at him under your lashes with cheeks flushed in rouge. “Y-yea, okay. ‘m sorry daddy.”
Synopsis: ex!fratboy!ryomen sukuna doesn’t believe in endings — only intermissions. He doesn’t care who you see, who you touch, or who you swear you’ve moved on with!!
Author’s Note (A/N) : I lovelove loveee kunaaaa (｡・//ε//・｡)
ex!fratboy!sukuna who doesn’t care who you see him with. he doesn’t hide the lazy grin he wears when you catch him kissing another girl.
ex!fratboy!sukuna, who is always in the same class as you. It's not his fault; he threatened the teachers to make them give him your schedule! (个_个)
ex!fratboy!sukuna who never starts rumors.. but never corrects them either. he lets people talk because he knows which story will reach you. When you confront him, crying, he just shrugs, eyes dark with amusement, and says, “You believe everything you hear now, sweetheart?” like he isn’t enjoying every second of you yelling at him.
ex!fratboy!sukuna who treats your breakup like a pause in the relationship. he doesn’t block you. doesn’t unfollow. doesn’t change the nickname in his phone, even tho he fucks around with other girls!..
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ex!fratboy!sukuna who lets you see him with someone else, then texts you hours later like nothing happened—short, casual, dangerously familiar... which always ends up with him pounding you until you scream his name.. (>_<)
ex!fratboy!sukuna who corners you at a party, crowd loud enough to give you privacy anyway. his fingers trail downwards, and ghost over your cunt, and then... leaves you to squirm and try and get yourself off in the party house's bathroom!
ex!fratboy!sukuna who lets you leave… to your dorm, but then follows you to make sure you don't go home with another guy! hes the only one allowed to mess with other people! (´ ε ` )♡
mmmm having sugar daddy!yukimiya’s wrists tied to the headboard while you cock warm him, scrolling on your wishlist and telling him how good you’d make him feel if he would just splurge on you.
"they're not that expensive," you huff, grinding your clit against the thatch of hair adorning his pelvis, making pleasure surge through you and take him impossibly deeper. he moans and tosses his head back against the pillow, hips thrusting up for more.
"angel," he rasps. "i just b-bought you the hermes, remember? that neckla-ahh-"
you roll your eyes and toss your phone onto his chest, pussy fluttering around him at your annoyance, "i'm sorry, i didn't know i was riding a bitch boy who hates me."
he shoots you a gaze, eyes heavy with arousal and contrasting greatly against the teeth he's sinking into his lip to ground himself. he wants to hate this, you know he does, but yukimiya kenyu bends to your every whim- even putting him in silk ropes and suspending him at your mercy. "i don't hate you," he clarifies. "but- fuck- but you barely w-ear the other heels i bought you."
"because they're ugly."
"you picked them out," he huffs. "c'mon... be reasonable, princess... lemme go, and i'll fuck you like you deserve- you’ll fffffforget all about those heels.”
"i don't want you to be let go," you snarl. you brace your hands on his chest and, much to his dismay, you start bouncing up and down on his length, the sloppy noise of your cunt slicking on his shaft making his jaw slack and his eyes screw shut. "i want you to drain your pockets for me. and you're an idiot if you think i'm gonna let you cum in me before that."
yukimiya can't think straight, pleasure swimming in his mind as he struggles to conjure anything to appease you and let him cum, convince you to let him shoot ropes of jizz in your heavenly cunt that was made for him. the heels are disturbingly expensive, but they will look heavenly on you, accentuating your pretty legs, cradling your feet, he knows they’ll be worn twice if he’s lucky before being tossed to the side.
but he knows those two times will be worth it. he knows the color will look stunning, maybe you’ll love them so much you’ll actually say thank you; the idea of your gratitude makes his cock twitch and his breathing become more labored as his orgasm starts to creep, and-
you stop.
“no,” he whines, hands flexing in the silk bonds. he cringes at the tightened feeling in his dick, throbbing as it begs and weeps bubbles of precum inside of you.
“are the heels mine?”
sometimes, he wonders why he puts up with you.
unfortunately, this is not one of those times. he loves this, and you know this, and you’re such an asshole for it.
"yes, fine, shit, whatever you want, let me cum, angel-"
you moan in ecstacy, smiling as you toss your head back, "fuck yes," you squeal. "fuck! yes, kenyu!"
"you're such a brat," he chuckles around a groan. "my fuuuuucking obnoxious girl..."
your thighs once again control your hips to ride him. your hands leave his chest, one sneaking down to furiously rub your clit, the other pawing at your tits. it's a performance for him, this he knows, but your pussy flutters around him in pleasure, and once again, he enters the all too familiar zone as his body prepares to cum.
“kenny,” you whimper, “gonna- i wanna-“
he loves to watch that brattiness crumble when you get your way. he loves watching you turn back into his angel, just as smitten as he is, so turned on it’s agony for you, too.
“come on, baby,” he coaxes through his teeth. “take what you need, let it go. cum for me…”
your moans pitch and eyes screw shut, body and cunt twitching as you finally hit your climax, yipping and whining as if it was his fault you haven’t cum yet.
“kenny,” you echo. “want your cum, wanna feel you-“
certainly didn’t have to tell him twice, jaw dropping enough it cracks as ropes of cum splash against your gummy walls. his body trembles and twitches as he spills inside of you, only to fall flat onto the mattress once he’s had his fill.
you giggle drunkenly at the feelings surging through you, lust swirling in the air as you both get your fill. in gratitude, you lean down to kiss his lips, which he gently returns.
“i love you,” you whisper.
“you love my wallet.”
“i do,” you snicker.
he rolls his eyes playfully, “wrists are starting to hurt- can you let me up so i can take care of you?”
you ponder before sitting back up, jutting your lower lip out in thought. you hum before picking up your long discarded phone, “actually…”
he swallows thickly.
“there’s a new bag that i’ve had my eyes on for a bit…”
he lets his eyes flutter shut in exhaustion, cock twitching to life again as you swivel your hips against him.
“if you say you’ll buy it for me, i’ll let you up?”
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