A/N: it's been 84 years..... i hope you still like him lol please feel free to re-read everything, too, as there are two other chapters before this! it's been a little while since i've finished something, so apologies if it feels a little rusty. it's also unbeta'd, so don't go too hard on me lol
Warnings: MINORS AND EMPTY BLOGS DNI, 18+ ONLY, fem-bodied reader, she/her pronouns, College AU, mild angst, discussing your sex life with a friend, introspection, light dom/sub dynamics but only really in the beginning of the sex, lots of kissing, lots of praise, penetration, use of good girl and sweetheart, riding, unprotected sex, soft sex uwu
WC: 6.2k
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You don’t get to see Chikara during the days that he’s studying. You’re both students and you both work, and there are times when other responsibilities have to take precedence over relationships.
You’re particularly antsy for his testing to be done. This new side of him that you’ve become exposed to is enticing and mysterious. That over-consideration that you had found to be bland and boring in the beginning is suddenly so alluring mixed with the revelation of his sexual desires that he has been suppressing for the sake of not scaring you.
It would certainly explain his timidness in everything else that was related to your relationship. He’s been holding back. The passion that has bloomed between you since he has allowed himself to be more open and forward is extremely exciting.
But now, you wait, texting when you both have the chance, and go about to your classes and internships in the meantime. You’re both in your final year of studying, and you would never want to get in the way of his success, and he yours. Even before your relationship with him has opened up sexually, that was an aspect of Chikara that you’ve always appreciated and admired.
Chikara appreciates you for you and your successes and desires, separate from his own, and is always proud of you. He has a certain amount of maturity in that regard that you know is difficult to find in other men in their mid twenties. It was one of the things that attracted you to him in the first place besides the fact that he’s extremely handsome and kind. You’re even happier now that you pushed for an explanation all those nights ago and learned even more about Chikara and just how compatible you really are.
Your friends have definitely noticed the difference in your attitude, also. While you don’t spill all the beans, your best friend is someone you can’t not gush to.
“I thought you were going to break up with him,” Karin says plainly, her eyes focused on rapidly stirring sugar into her latte. When she looks up, though, she gives you a teasing smile. “But I’m glad things are working out.”
The importance of being desired by your partner simply cannot be understated. “Everything else about him is perfect, it was just that one thing,” you say pensively, staring without really seeing out over the street as others walk by. You return her smile after a moment. “I’m glad he decided to trust me.”
Karin nods, leaning into the table with a thoughtful look on her face. You stay silent, waiting for her to formulate the question you can tell is swirling around in her head.
Finally, she glances at you over the rim of her glasses. “I’m really happy for you, don’t get me wrong, but my only thing is that…” She trails off with a little laugh, and then awkwardly says, “But you guys haven’t even had, like, regular sex yet, right? And he’s already choking you? Girl.”
She gives you a strong side eye, and frankly, you don’t have a response.
Needless to say, that was quite a bomb of a sentence to drop upon your euphoric mood.
Regular sex? What even is regular sex?
You walk home wondering if you’re rushing into things for Chikara’s sake only because you’ve been so touch starved for the month you’ve been dating him. It isn’t as if you haven’t had sex with others, and are therefore ignorant of what “regular” sex might look like to Karin. And certainly what Chikara spoke about is a new dynamic for you. But her question now has you wondering if continuing down this path with Chikara, where the roles you adopt would be adhered to every time you want to be intimate, will be the expectation every time.
You’re left wondering if the pressure of that is acceptable, or overwhelming, in the long run.
Thursday evening, when Chikara texts you asking if he can come over, your heart flutters. You want to see him, you want him and what he has to offer you in all ways. And you know that maybe there are more things to talk about with him when you’ve both been sated.
In the meager lighting of your apartment’s hallway, Chikara somehow still manages to look so handsome. You can tell he’s tired even when he smiles down at you, but you can feel the warmth in the way he wraps his arms around you there in your entryway, leaning his tall body down to press his chest to yours, to bury his face in your neck with a long sigh.
This is an intimacy that wasn’t there before with Chikara. Before he opened up more about who he is to you and what he wants, he’d kept you at arms length. Now, you soak in the affection by wrapping your arms around his shoulders and squeezing him tightly, uncaring of the slight chill he’s brought in with him from outside. You’ll warm him up, soon.
It’s a slow separation, and the longer you peer up at him the more you realize he’s really, truly exhausted. The circles under his eyes are more prominent than usual, and there’s simply an air about him that exudes the need for rest and to destress.
He’s staring into your eyes, gently stroking his hands up and down your arms, and says, “I’m really tired.”
You laugh. “I can tell. Go sit down. Let me take your coat.”
It’s all an act of service and care, without any expectations. Nothing to do with those roles and dynamics you’ve talked about with him. At least, that’s how it feels to you, you think, as you watch him toe out of his sneakers and slip his feet into the slippers you have for him. He makes his way to your sofa and collapses upon it, digging his fingers into his eyes while he takes a moment.
You put his coat away and get him a glass of water. Chikara thanks you, but is looking upon you with a softness that has you a little breathless. He reaches for you after putting the cup of water you got him aside, and you let him pull you down into his lap. He’s wrapping you up again into a hug, cheek pressed just above your breast, and you cradle him against you for a long, quiet moment.
“Do you wanna talk about your test?” Your question has him humming, squeezing you around the middle but otherwise unmoved from his resting spot against you.
“It was long. Stressful. Multiple days of tests are really wearing on me these days.” You both laugh softly. The burnout is rough. You’ve both had friends who have dropped out or have become dispassionate towards their chosen majors, though you know Chikara would never consider such a path for himself. He’s one of the most determined and empathetic individuals you’ve ever met, traits he tries to maintain in every part of his life.
“At least it’s over, and you get to be here with me,” you whisper into his hair.
He makes a pleased sound against you. “I missed you a lot,” he breathes against your throat. “It was only a couple of days but it felt too long.” The warmth of his breath has you shivering, and he presses a kiss to the exposed skin of your decolletage.
You can’t help melting into him, eyes falling closed as he trails his kisses up your neck, to your jaw and cheek. You cup his face and sink further against him, readjusting until you’re straddling him and able to press your mouth fully against his.
You make out for long, melting minutes. It’s mindless and warming and Chikara’s big hands roam over you with a reverence that makes you feel like you’re made of gold. He’ll pull away just to look up into your eyes, his hooded and tired but full of desire, and tell you how pretty you are while cupping your cheeks. It has you squirming in his lap, the long week of being without him with the newfound intensity to your relationship making you pliable and easy for him far quicker than you think any other person has ever achieved before.
Soon enough you’re rocking against his lap, your shorts riding up along your butt and growing wet against your aching pussy. You can feel the thickness of his cock in his jeans, and Chikara is nosing at your mouth while you pant and grip at him.
“Were you good for me?” His question is a low, rumbling whisper even though it’s only the two of you here tonight. And it pulls a moan from within you and makes your toes curl. The power he has over you is so magnetic, his truth behind his words, actions, and promises since you talked being so intensely honored that you wonder if “regular” sex would ever be a reality for this relationship. And the pleasure that throbs through you has you finding it hard to care.
You nod, struggling to keep your eyes open to look back at him. Your arms around his shoulders squeeze, nearly pushing his chin into your tits with your arch, your knees in the cushions of the sofa beside his hips spreading wider with encouraging, big palms pushing against the globes of your ass. “I’ve been good for you, Chikara. I promise.”
He holds your gaze and sighs a dreamy, happy sound, fingers digging into the fat of your ass, the quivering muscles of your thighs, his breath shaky across your mouth. Chikara’s chest is rising in deep breaths, and his cock is big, you can feel it. Somehow bigger than before, you think. In a hazy realization, you think the mere fact that you’ve done as he asked and been so good and waited has gotten him this worked up. And you preen under the approving, adoring, drunken look upon his face at your admission.
His hands are sliding up the back of your shirt, feeling at your skin and dipping under the clasp of your bra. “Fuck, I love that. My good girl. My girl who deserves whatever she wants for being good.” His words are loaded with a dripping satisfaction, one that sinks into your bones, intensified by the rolling and grinding against each other. You’re already light headed and you haven’t even cum yet, but you feel like you could cum right now just from humping your cunt across his pants.
You nod, biting your bottom lip, flushed hot and embarrassed but feeling so, so good. “Yeah,” you whisper, an almost petulant edge to the single word that has Chikara’s lips pulling into a handsome grin. A dangerous one, that shouldn’t be so devastating yet somehow has your stomach flip flopping pleasantly where you sit astride him.
His thumbs are stroking the boning of your bra, and he nods with you, gazing into your eyes with a needy, glassy eyed look that makes you feel adored. “That’s right,” he whispers, pressing a kiss against your mouth, your lip slipping free from your teeth.
He kisses you again, and you chase his mouth. Chikara lets you with a widening smile, humming with pleasure as you deepen the kiss with your eagerness. He sighs and lets you take the lead, an arm pushing up the back of your shirt to grip the back of your neck. The action exposes more of your tummy to the air, more of your torso to his other exploring hand, and reminds you of your place with a pleasant rush.
But Chikara doesn’t stop you from kissing him. He melts into it, in fact, groaning with you and letting you swallow his sounds. You cup his warm cheeks and press over him, knees into the couch, and lean yourself upon his broad chest to exert yourself upon him and show him exactly how much you need him.
It’s only when you finally slow yourself down, the empty ache within you and the throbbing of your clit growing to be too much to ignore, that he pulls back and peers up at you with swollen, full lips parted and glistening, and his eyes heavy with satisfaction. A big, warm hand comes up to cup your cheek, his thumb stroking over your tingling lips. “What does my good girl need?”
In the moment after, it’s difficult for you to actually use your words. You’re so dizzy with desire. You whimper against his thumb, lips parting wider. His eyes fall to watch you suck the digit into your mouth, his other hand on the back of your neck flexing tight and dragging fingers down your spine. He drags his thumb from the suction of your mouth and smears spit down your chin, and you can’t help arching for it, feeling his thumb trace over your throat, his hand spanning the width of it with a firm, cupping hold.
“Your cock,” you breathe out, feeling hot under your clothes, your pulse racing against his fingers at your admission. Chikara’s head is resting against the back cushions of your sofa, having slouched down beneath your kisses, his thighs spread wider. He looks like a cat with cream beneath you, gazing up at you in his grip. You whine and wiggle on top of him, pouting down at him while he holds you in place as if to admire you in your current state. “I need your cock, Chikara.”
His pupils are blown out, staring up at you with an awe that has you feeling like you’ve said too much. But then he’s pulling you down by his grip on your throat in such a possessive move it leaves you woozy, to kiss you with a force that has you truly breathless.
“It’s yours,” he groans against your gasping mouth. “You wanna ride it like you didn't get to last week? It’s yours. Want me to fuck you and you just lie back and enjoy it? It’s yours. Need to swallow my cum? It’s fucking yours, however you need it.” He laughs, an almost delirious sound mixed with his own painful need, and you’re whining while you tug at his belt with shaking hands, unable to look down because of how he holds you by your jaw.
All the options he suggests sound too good to be true. You’re hungry for him in so many ways, you can hardly decide what you want. All you know is that you want Chikara to make you feel good, to fill you up how you haven’t been in so, so long.
You feel his other hand start to fumble with the back of your bra, having to release your throat to use both hands while you finally get his belt undone. It’s inconvenient, but neither of you are willing to move far from each other. Your progress on his jeans is interrupted when your tits sag from the release of your bra, and he pushes you back to push your shirt and bra up your arms and over your head.
His hands are immediately on your breasts, massaging and fingers zeroing in on your nipples just how you told him you like it on his couch last week. He pinches and tugs, and then pinches harder, leaning forward to press his face in between the plush soft skin in a shocking dichotomy of sweet, mouthing kisses and pleasurable torture. You wince, your cunt aching, and tug on his hair.
“Chikara,” you whine, long and needy. His cheeks are wet from his own spit when he pulls back, dreamy eyed and blushing, gazing up at you with a sheepishness that makes you giggle.
“Sorry, sorry,” he breathes, shining lips pulling in a bashful smile. He leaves your tender nipples alone with soothing kisses to each before finally reaching down to undo the button on his jeans, shifting beneath you to push them down his thighs.
You watch with rapt attention as his cock finally comes free, and your mouth waters. Chikara is on a streak of surprising you, you realize, as the thick, long length of him bobs up between your stomachs. He’s longer and thicker than you expected, a shining flushed pink head hugged tight by foreskin, with a deceptively slight curve towards his belly that you know is going to feel so intense once he’s inside you. Then again you’re consistently forgetting how tall and strong and intense he actually is because of how sweet he is to you.
And he almost knocks you off his lap when he plucks at the edge of his shirt and pulls it up and away from his already dribbling cock, revealing relaxed abs and the rest of his happy trail, full pecs and dusky nipples. He has a few moles on his tummy, and when his shirt droops halfway back down in his lazy attempt to get it out of the way, you take up the quest of revealing the rest of his body to you.
Chikara lets you, immediately lifting his arms up. When the collar pops free from his jaw, he’s grinning up at you as your hands stroke over his broad shoulders and over his chest and arms, feeling the muscles you’ve barely had a chance to explore.
You lean in to kiss him, your bare tits pressing against the warm skin of his chest. You sigh at the delight of skin on skin contact you’ve been missing, arching against him where he’s slouched low on your sofa. His hands drag down the curve of your spine until his fingers are pushing under the stretchy hem of your shorts, his fingers curling over your ass cheeks and then between them, making you moan into his mouth, face going hot as he tugs your cheeks and pussy further apart in a strong grip.
“S-Stop distracting me,” you plead against his kisses, wiggling your hips back into the clumsy exploration of his fingers over your wet pussy. Your lips parting under his touch reveals just how wet you’ve become, the warmth that awaits him.
He smiles against your mouth, pushing his tongue into your mouth in response, and simply pets and plays in the slick between your thighs, thumbs stroking along the curves of your cheeks and dangerously close to your other hole. It’s ticklish and delightfully shocking, and he feels how you clench from it.
When you finally free yourself from his kiss with a gasp, he’s nearly crosseyed to look at you where you lean heavy against him, moaning sweet and soft as his fingertips prod and feel at your warm and wet center.
“M’not distracting you, promise,” he breathes against your parted lips, looking far too pleased with himself. “I’m just waiting for you to decide how you want your reward.”
His finger suddenly taps over and over again against your pussy. The impacts are slight, but stronger than his touch from before, and makes a loud smacking sound in your ears from just how wet you are. Your ears burn, fingers digging into his shoulders, and your clit throbs from the embarrassment. Chikara watches you closely the whole time, nose to nose where you’re sinking together deeper into your couch, tired brown eyes glittering at making you whine and try to hide from him.
With a sound of determination, you shove yourself upright with his chest. He wheezes, eyes widening, and starts laughing softly. He looks up at you like you’re the most amusing creature he’s ever laid his eyes upon when you pout back down at him. His hands are forced back to just barely being tucked into the elastic of your shorts, and he doesn’t move much beneath you as you catch your breath and push your hair from your warm face and reorient yourself to get what you want.
Chikara takes the hint without prompt when you push up onto your knees, and starts tugging your shorts down your thighs. His eyes zero in on your pussy as it’s revealed to him, his mouth parted to pant when a string of your need stretches between the dark spot you’ve left in the gusset and your swollen lips. He helps you knee your way out of them while staying astride him, and throws them somewhere to the side without taking his eyes off your thighs, your hips. His hands mold to the fat he finds and thumbs dig up towards your mound until they’re buried in the inner creases, pressing into the softness of your outer labia and spreading your lips.
You hiccup, hands on his shoulders, squirming under his examination of your shining clit and folds. His unflinching desire to see every part of you is still startling. He never seems embarrassed himself, almost reveling in your vulnerability before him like he’s won some kind of prize for having the privilege to simply look upon your nakedness like this.
He starts to stroke a thumb back and forth over your clit, slow and steady in a way that has your eyes and hips rolling back, but you’re too impatient right now. You have your own prize for being good that you want to collect, and Chikara’s facade finally cracks when the sound of you spitting into your palm has him quickly focusing upwards, and then downwards to follow your hand when you wrap it around the warm silky firmness of his cock.
“Oh fuck,” he gasps, arching and squeezing at your hips, brows furrowing while he watches you slowly explore the length of him. He groans, jaw clenching when you stroke downwards, his stretched foreskin making the movement so much easier when you pull back towards the head of his cock–pink and shining and perfectly curved as far as you’re concerned.
And when you angle him towards your cunt, curling one leg up to balance on a foot to open yourself wider, Chikara does nothing but mutter a low fuck yes under his breath while he watches you rub and smear his glans against your clit and through your swollen folds that he keeps parted for you with his fingers, using your shaky hand to help spread your slick over his length while slowly, nervously pressing him against your entrance.
His hands are tight on your waist as you slowly drop down upon him. You make a small sound of distress–not because you’re having second thoughts, but because he feels so much bigger than you thought and while excited, your eagerness outweighed his and your attempts to prepare yourself for him.
He’s thick, and it takes a moment for you to spread for him. And Chikara is ever patient, massaging at your flank and pressing kisses against your dropped jaw, whispering the sweetest filth into your ear.
“You already feel so good,” he moans, voice ragged and rasping, his chest heaving under your other hand as the flared head of his cock eases past the first tight ring of needy muscles that is your pussy. Once you don’t feel those glans in your palm anymore, you bring your wet hand up from between you to collapse against him. He hugs you tight, lips vibrating against your shoulder and neck as you let your knees give out and simply swirl and roll your hips as he slowly sinks deeper and deeper inside you.
Chikara is still muttering against your skin, big warm hands stroking and feeling all up and down your back. “Needed me as much as I needed you, didn’t you? M’sorry it took so long, I’m sorry you had to wait, but doesn’t it feel so much better this way?”
And it really does, you think, brain hazier the deeper he pushes up inside you and against all your needy nerves. Your hips come to rest as close to his as you can get, once more fully astride his thighs. He's big, and it’s intense to have someone so big inside you after so long, but you’re so worked up that he slid in so much easier than you expected him to. The head of his cock presses deep into your belly, nudging against something already that was a rare find for others who’ve had the pleasure of being inside you. That alone has you already faint and hot, clutching onto Chikara’s strong shoulders for dear life, and you haven’t even started moving yet.
He doesn’t seem to mind that, either. “God, you feel perfect,” he breathes against your ear, shifting beneath you but not thrusting. It still makes his cock flex within you, both of you making little sounds of pleasure, your toes curling against his knees.
You rest your head on his shoulder and pant, realizing that in the time since you’ve begun to make out on the couch to now, that Chikara has slowly slid sideways until he’s flat across the cushions of your small couch. All of your weight is upon him, and he hugs you tight against him to prevent you from pulling away to ride him properly.
You make a tiny sound in his ear, your lips parted against the silky soft skin of his earlobe, and he hums back in question, his hips giving an experimental back and forth. “Ch-Chikara,” you whine, gripping at his sides where your arms are squished against his body, not knowing what you want to say.
“Yeah?” His voice is thick and needy, lowered in a growl like you’ve never heard before. It makes your head spin as his hips start to rut his cock slowly and gently up into your pussy. “You need it?” His warm breath across your ear forces a full-bodied shiver from you.
“Uh-huh,” you whimper, eyes fallen shut and forehead damp against his shoulder. A shaky sound escapes you when he bends a knee behind yours to press a foot into your cushions for more control. And suddenly, with the next slow out and then in of his cock, he’s so much deeper. You moan long and tortured, mouth unable to close as he strokes swollen and days-primed nerves all inside you.
Chikara gasps into your hair, a hand gripping tight at one of your ass cheeks to push you further onto his cock. His other hand is cupped behind your neck, gripping broad and strong at the nape and holding you in place. “Oh fuck me,” he grits out, voice wobbling with his own pleasure, and kicking up the pace.
With the press of his hand, you roll into it and begin bouncing your ass back against his thighs. Feeling and hearing the clap of his skin against the back of your ass. Feeling the way his cock carves in and out of you with each motion, stimulating and burning and aching. And it all builds quickly. The slow, firm sways become desperate rutting motions from you both, your shared moans filling the quiet living room, and the tempo of smacking skin on skin growing faster.
Your moans become shrill, the throbbing heat that Chikara strikes over and over again spreading from between your thighs to the rest of your body and into your brain. He’s groaning, too, unabashed and in your ear while he holds you tight and kisses at whatever part of you his mouth can reach.
“Fuck me, m’sorry I waited,” he whines, arms tight around your middle and his hips thrusting up over and over again. “M’sorry I made you wait, sweetheart.” You can just barely open your eyes to see his blushing face, his pained expression of pleasure from being inside of you finally, and he’s staring at your face. When your eyes catch he leans in to kiss you.
It’s sloppy and desperate and it makes your head spin, but it’s hard to care when you’re both moaning into each others mouths while you bounce on his cock. You grasp at his dark hair, tugging tight and keeping his mouth glued to yours as best as you can. That curve he has to his cock is doing numbers on your pussy, like his cock was made to be inside you and pound perfectly against all those swollen and needy nerves you have that have been crying out for attention for so, so long.
But you need more. You huff and whine and throw your hips back for a harder fuck, but it isn’t quite getting you there. You open your mouth, try to say something over your moans, and already find Chikara looking up at you with an understanding in his eyes.
“I’ve got you,” he breathes, twisting you to the side til you’re halfway between him and the back of the couch. He kisses you deeply, keeping your thighs open with a knee under your leg, and pushing a freed hand down between your bodies to find your clit.
You jolt, heart racing, clutching onto him as you go breathless when he starts to rub those nerves in time with the way his cock fucks into you. Still heavy and long strokes, because he has that much cock to give. He’s taken your control from you easily, and from the way he remembers just how you need to be touched while he does so makes you feel dizzy, long moans escaping you with every breath you take.
You cling to him and hold on for the ride. At some point you closed your eyes in rapture, and truly there is no need to open them. It all feels so much better like this, you think, as he spreads messy kisses down your neck and fucks his cock into you with swaying hips, keeping you pinned against the back of the couch. It’s so much better letting go of all the control you had, and leaving it in Chikara’s strong, capable hands, just as he likes it. The drag and punch of pleasure across your clit and deep into your belly with every stroke of his cock has you squirming against his chest, arms wrapped tight around his neck.
You’re so wet, and Chikara muffling his moans with kisses along your throat doesn’t help. The way his cock is so slick because of you and how he knows you. It leaves you limp and whimpering and quaking quite suddenly into your orgasm.
“Oh,” you mewl, one arm limp around his neck, the other draped across your face. “O-Oh, oh fuck, Chikara! Oh!”
A big hand strokes down your hip, squeezes into the fat of your trembling thigh, and tugs your squirming hips back into his. “Fuck, you’re cumming,” he moans into your mouth, breathing in your pants, plucking kisses from your parted lips. “Yes, keep cumming. Keep cumming on my cock, m’gonna cum, too.”
The men you’ve fucked before Chikara would speed up, ruin your orgasm, take for themselves only because they think you’re done. But Chikara keeps his pace with such impassioned patience that it only winds you tighter as your insides squeeze and hug and ache upon him, heat rushing from your toes all the way up to your tits that are being sucked upon with groaning reverence by the man cradling your body against his. And all it does is serve to pull a hiccuping sob of overstimulation from you as your pelvic floor bears down, and releases with white hot pleasure, so hot it hurts.
“Yes,” he praises, sounding so far away as his pace stutters, his hand gripping your ass as your knee curls up along his side, opening you wider. His fingers grip into the slick wet cleft of your cheeks, pressing electric across your asshole, and tugs your useless hips onto his cock with loud, wet smacks. “Yes, I’m cumming for you, sweetheart, fuck yes, y-you–”
Chikara quivers against you, his hips finally stilling inside you. His lips mesh across your cheek, and you somehow find it in you to tighten your arm around him and guide him to your lips. You groan with each other, swollen lips vibrating so pleasantly that you didn’t know kissing could feel this good.
As hot as you are on the inside from orgasming as hard as you did, you can still feel the heat of Chikara’s cum filling you up. His cock thickens and twitches against already tender nerves. Your head spins as you hang onto your lover for dear life, breathing his breaths and feeling every inch of him pressed to every inch of you.
You kiss for a long while, until you both simply lie there and bask in each other’s exhausted bliss. For how long, you couldn’t say, but the pleasant buzz in your brain and cunt, the looseness from your fingers to your toes is all too good not to enjoy as long as possible.
You’re vaguely roused when Chikara presses tender kisses to your cheek, his arms tightening gently around you to press you close once again.
“Do you feel better?” You breathe against his neck, eyes pleasantly heavy and closed while you bask in the afterglow.
Chikara’s chest expands into yours with a deep breath, and when he sighs it out, a long hum of relaxation rumbles through your whole body. You can’t help the way your pussy flutters on his cock in response, and you feel him grin against your forehead, arms squeezing around you.
“I feel great,” he purrs, cock throbbing in response. “M’glad I came over.”
“Me, too,” you whisper, stroking fingers across his back in a slow and tender motion.
Silence falls between you, warm and comfortable, for a long while. You think he almost dozes off from the way his breathing gets a little more shallow against your hairline.
You don’t know what possesses you to say it. Maybe because it’s been on your mind all day? “Karin said we should have normal sex first before doing the stuff you suggested.”
“What?” Chikara sounds sleepy, but also deeply bemused by your comment.
You just shrug, feeling awkward for bringing it up at all.
“Normal sex?” He laughs a little against your hairline, stroking over your back gently. “I guess.” Chikara kisses your forehead and shifts, pulling away only enough to be able to look you in the eye.
He gives you an earnest look, peering over your face with a thoughtful expression. You try not to stare at the thick bulge of his bicep where he’s curled his other arm under his head, knowing this is a serious conversation. “Whatever we do is between us. We’ll have sex however and whenever we both feel like it, and it’s always flexible.” He shrugs his shoulder, your head bobbing with the movement. “Does that sound fair to you?”
You nod, curling closer to him. His arm tightens around you. “Of course. We respect each other.”
Chikara smiles, those deep brown eyes full of satisfaction and relaxation. “Yeah, we do. I respect you a lot. I’ll do whatever you want to do, and if you don’t want to do something, we won’t. I hope you know that.”
You nod, looking back at him almost nose to nose. It’s intense, gazing at each other so closely. Chikara’s eyes are such a deep brown they’re almost black, and so soft and warm you think he’ll melt you if he looks upon you any longer.
“Sorry I talked to her about our sex life,” you whisper.
He shrugs. “It doesn’t bother me. Is it weird that I kind of like that she thinks I’m weird?” Chikara has a slow, boyish grin growing on his face.
You scoff. “Not weird, but maybe a pervert.”
He laughs softly, a little harder than before, causing you to bounce with the jump of his chest. “Yeah, maybe a weird pervert,” he says with a tone that sounds much too pleased for a man so loving and kind.
You lean in for a kiss, one he eagerly returns, though it’s quickly interrupted by the feeling of his cock slipping out of your body. He grunts, and you start to giggle, enjoying his cheeks dusting pink again and how he hides his bashful grin into his flexed bicep.
“You wanna take a bath with me?” You whisper against his ear. Chikara shivers, groans, and nods before turning to look at you again. There’s an exhilarating mixture of exhaustion and need in his face, and you don’t think you’ve ever felt sexier as you push yourself up in all your nude glory, and see the expression of desire and awe on his face as you stand before him and stretch, his cum dripping down your thighs.
You reach your hands out to him and he takes them in his own. He sits up with an easy and delicious flex of his abs, his tall frame pulled up with your help to tower over you, pressing closely for skin to skin once again.
As you walk backwards down the hallway, his big hands palming all over you, you hum in thought. “I’m not sure you’ll fit in the tub with me, now that I’m looking at you.”
Chikara laughs, following you blindly into the wet room while you press a few buttons to start warming the water and filling the tub. He peers inside, arm hooking around your waist. “We’ll make it work.”
Could you imagine Aizawa’s forearms while he chokes you? Thick with veins popping out as he holds you down by your neck and fucks you
tw: choking/breath play
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Most of the teachers have left, but you're still there with the final stragglers, happily sipping on your fourth espresso martini of the night.
Not that aizawa's counting.
No, he's not even paying attention to you. Not at all. He's only came to this end of the year celebration because he likes overpriced beer and dealing with his annoying friends.
No other reason.
The group has dwindled down to a smaller inner circle, just close friends and their close conversations. Aizawa isn't sure how the conversation turned to sex (probably Midnight's fault) but he can't help but be a little intrigued.
Especially since the questions are now being directed at you.
"Oh come on, don't be like that! Everyone has some sort of kink!" Mic says, much too loudly. He's gesturing with his beer, spilling little splatters across the table, much to everyone else's chagrin, "I like mean women, Midnight likes-"
"Everything." Midnight herself interrupts with a laugh before stuffing a dumpling into her mouth.
You join into the laughter, coyly shielding your smile with the back of your hand, a secret that only Aizawa can discover from where he sits. Your eyes flicker to Aizawa's and he immediately looks away, down to the slow rising bubbles of his drink. Tomorrow, when you're both dry, you'll probably regret the accidental flirtations.
"So, spill!" Mic demands.
"I can't!" you whine, "It's embarrassing."
"Vlad once told me he likes feet-- it can't be more embarrassing than that," the blonde leans in over the table, waggling his brows, "Unless you're into feet, then I have the perfect man for you."
Aizawa scoffs. Thankfully, the sound of it is swallowed by the ambient noise of the bar.
"Well, I guess..." Your hand travels up your chest, coming to rest on your collarbone. There's a far off gaze in your eyes and a toothy smirk unfolding across your features, like you're remembering something that you'll never share, as your hand travels even farther up. Your fingers close around the soft of your throat, nails into skin, and Aizawa's breath catches in his throat--
"I like being choked," you admit.
It almost doesn't break him. He's almost strong enough to pretend he's not captivated by the idea-
"Makes me cum really hard."
and then you squeeze. Your forearm flexes and your eyes flutter just for show, pulling scandalized giggles and laughter from the rest of the group, but Aizawa is immediately locked in fantasy.
The thought of how just one of his hands could wrap itself easily around your neck, how much thicker his palm is next to yours, how it can cover the whole spanse of your throat-- it knocks a breath out of him with much he enjoys it. And god, he'd look so strong, veins bulging as he fucked you stupid, those pretty little eyes getting that far off glaze again as you make a mess of his cock, no breath in your lungs to even beg for more-
"What about you, Eraser?" Mic's voice breaks him out of his daydream, "Are you ever going to confess what tickles your fancy?"
Aizawa takes a long chug from his drink, until the heat of desire is replaced with the burn of alcohol. Instead of quieting him like he wants, it makes him brave-
and stupid.
His eyes flicker to you for a second before returning to the group. "I like choking."
NSFW - MDNI. I was thirsty and wrote some fingering scenarios, don't even come at me if any of these is ooc, idgaf
Pairings: Varka, Alhaitham, Diluc (separately) x fem reader
Warnings: Hickeys, a bit of edging, praising, alcohol consumption, outdoors sex, choking (kinda, not really), a bit of nipple play, and idk if I'm missing smth
VARKA
The Grand Master's body was running hot due to the alcohol in his system, of course, but it was also because of the way your cleavage looked with that damn blouse you were wearing that night, a teasingly low neckline. His dizzy mind couldn't compute having you sitting so close, dressed up like that, and still not having you alone in a room with him.
He needed to kiss you, to feel you, and he was urgent to please you. His drunken mind couldn't think about anything else but you. Just you.
Every time you leaned in to him, laughing and taking a few sips to your drink as your pretty eyes met his, oh, he couldn't help but to fall stupidly deeper in love. A couple droplets fell from your glass to the bare part of your chest, reflecting the warm light of the tavern, and making him swallow hard.
His calloused hand on your thigh stopped drawing invisible circles with his fingers, only for it to instinctively squeeze your soft flesh. His heavy breathing was now hushed against your lips in a hungry kiss, beefy arm around your waist just a brief moment before cupping your face, looking directly into you with pleading and desperate cerulean eyes.
"I think we should go somewhere more private, hun… Please."
The very second you nodded to accept his proposal, he lifted you with ease, carrying you over his shoulder while resting a hand on your thigh, making sure to steady you as he didn't wasted any more time to step outside of the place.
Neither of you knew exactly where were you heading to. Your head was spinning and your thoughts were blurry. His familiar smell and the way he was carrying you, as if you weighted nothing, made your stomach flutter. His hand over your lower body, almost touching your clothed clit, only worsened your desire to be filled entirely by him. You were needing him just as much as he was needing you.
Suddenly, your whole body got pressed in between a solid rampart and Varka's firm body. He lightly pushed one of your feet with his own, widening the space between your legs to start rubbing his knee against your cunt, fingers under your chin while lifting your face up to look at you once again.
"You've been tempting me all night, sweetheart," he accused, husky deep voice that only made your wetness grow, "it's just fair for you to help me out now, will you?" He smiled, and without waiting for a response, his lips were already on yours, kissing you as if he hadn't seen you in a lifetime.
He then went down to your neck, leaving open-mouthed kisses until he reached your breasts.
"And you should try keeping that pretty mouth shushed, you don't want anyone to find us here, right?" his teeth punctuated his words, slowly biting on your soft skin.
As he grabbed your waist with one hand, his other one made its way down to your lower body, feeling the soak-ness peeking through your clothes, which made his lips curve in a proud smile. Your chest moving up and down as you gasped for air, gently illuminated by the moon above you, and making him go crazy at the view.
His fingers moved among your folds, rubbing your clit as he slowly increased the speed until the lewd wet noise reached your ears clearly. Soft moans inevitably escaped your mouth as you bit your lower lip, throwing your head back on the wall while one of your hands weakly held his veiny forearm. His name on your mouth while begging like a prayer, though you didn't know what you were begging for. You were way too out of your mind to properly ask for something, and if it wasn't because of him still holding you, your knees would have given up already.
Your sweet mumbles in between needy moans and pathetic pants only made his rock-hard cock leak precum under his clothes, impatient to feel your body embracing him inside of you. A low growl fell from his parted lips, looking at the way your whole body seemed to be breaking down under his touch.
A pair of long fingers sled smoothly into your insides then, hitting right were you needed, making your walls pulsate around them. He shamelessly groaned into your lips as he kissed you brusquely, pulling the neck of your shirt down to bare your chest and kiss down a path that leaded his face there. His thirsty mouth enjoyed playing with you; tongue circling on your sensible buds, lightly sucking on them before leaving multiple kisses. Fingers still dedicatedly working on your arousal.
You felt his unattended shaft leaking through the clothes now, even with the most feather-like touches. Vibrations of his moans sent chills down through your spine the moment you started stroking it, only fueling his movements until it all became too much for you, making you cum all over his thick fingers.
Moans and pants from both of you wouldn't cease, completely forgetting what he said minutes ago — completely forgetting the world around you both as you looked into each other's eyes, silently agreeing to continue that passionate night.
ALHAITHAM
His sharp emerald eyes examined your every move and reaction. He knows how to please you, but he also knows so damn well how to tease you. Giving you what your body is aching for, but just enough to leave you trembling and even more desperate than before.
His hungry mouth devoured your breasts, creating an obnoxious sound whenever he sucked on them, playing with his tongue on your skin right after. Your soft gasps made of it a lewd melody.
He traveled across your figure with one of his hands, reaching your already wet cunt to rub his fingers against your clit at the same time, and the same way, he kissed your lips; teasingly slow. Muffled moans begging for him to go faster, hands clinging to his built arms to weakly scratch his biceps with your nails, leaving some visible marks.
He couldn't help a slight smirk from appearing on his lips, dark eyes admiring you as he stuffed a pair of fingers inside, thumb pressing on your clit as he deliberately moved his hand in between your legs. Your walls embraced and soaked his digits, trying to take them further in as his other hand grabbed your neck, firmly holding your throat as he continued analyzing your every expression with that burning cold gaze.
"Look at the whole mess you already are." he said with a slight tone of disdain in his voice, only for him to press his mouth against yours into a deep loving kiss — an intoxicating combination.
He spread your legs wider with his free hand, tracing a sweet caress along your thigh. His lips went down to your neck at the same time, making you feel his heavy breath against your sensitive skin just before slow kissing you down to your collar, gripping your hip to make you stay in place.
It all was starting to feel overwhelming; his lips, his touch, his addictive smell, and of course, his long fingers inside of you doing wonders.
Your shaky legs tried to close, only resulting on a failed attempt when he pressed down one of your thighs against the mattress with his knee, grasping the other with his free hand. He then pulled your body closer, looking directly at your pleading eyes as he rubbed your clit faster.
"Please, Haitham- I can't take it anymore," you begged with teary eyes, feeling your whole body tense up as your climax approached.
"Sure you can't?" He said with a dark gaze upon you as he pulled his fingers out, making you pant and throw your head back in frustration. He had you exactly where he wanted you to be; insanely needy, just for him; on the verge of your high, just for him to keep on teasing you.
His digits brushed your entrance, moving on to your swollen clit to slap it lightly, just enough for you to tremble beneath him, and the moment you turned your head back up, the lewd sight of him savoring the slick on his fingers made a short pathetic whimper escape your lips with his name on it. You tried bucking up your hips towards him, another failed attempt, which made his lips curve into another smirk as he leaned closer to your face.
"Have I ever told you how cute you look like this?" he said with almost a mocking tone before kissing your lips once more, playing with your folds before pushing his fingers back inside of you. A soft moan fell form your lips in-between the kiss, driving one of your hands down to his back as the other pulled his hair, only able to feel and hear how he guided you to your orgasm.
A long and heated night was still waiting for you; now he was just as impatient as you.
DILUC
His warm hands couldn't stop traveling across your body, following the compass between your lips and his. It all started with a sweet and tender kiss — a warm candle silently illuminating the room, but that little flame quickly escalated to a burning-passion fire, wrapping you both into its red glimmer without you noticing it until it was too late, until you voluntarily fell deeper in.
Diluc's lips on you neck placed addictive open-mouthed kisses on you, making you hum the sweetest moans out of your pretty mouth. The most beautiful melody he'd say. His eager hands held your hips against him; firm and gentle, yet insanely hungry for you. He was anxious to devour you, to savour you tortuously slow.
Your clothes all over the floor ever since a while ago, leaving nothing more than skin to skin. His crimson eyes gazed upon yours, just as intense as his love, and suddenly, his lips were back against yours, pressing onto them at the same time his arms enfolded your figure.
His thirsty mouth traveled down on your neck, softly biting your flesh as you could also feel his hot breath colliding with your pulse. Your hands caressed his broad shoulders as he laid you down on the mattress. Your nails brushing his skin as you touched his muscular back, letting out a soft gasp in consequence of the loving squeeze he gave to your waist, then to to your hip, and lastly, to your thigh, kissing your lips one more time as he rubbed his fingers against your clit at a low pace.
Your breathy moans melted into his mouth as you opened your legs a bit more, eager to feel more of his digits, which made his lips curve into a discreet smile without breaking the short distance between you and him. Your every action fueled that fire in him, impatient to please his beautiful lover, and so, the hand between your legs gradually increased its speed, leaving some marks on your neck as he carefully sucked on your skin.
When you were wet enough, two of his fingers sled easily inside of you, still rubbing the rest of his hand against your heat as he was hitting just right where you needed. His name came out from your mouth in a broken moan, chanting his name as you arched your back due to the stimulation. His lips instinctively pressed against yours, kissing you hungrily as he curled his fingers inside of you, feeling your walls pulsate around them.
"You are so beautiful, my darling." Of course he wouldn't be him if he doesn't praise you, and you wouldn't be you if that deep and gentle voice of his didn't have any effect on you.
Your hips moved greedily towards his hand, making you throw your head back. At that moment, his red eyes pierced your neck just a second before he pounced to kiss you once again, bringing his free hand to your breasts to softly squeeze one of them and play with your hardened nipple, sending shivers down through your spine.
You couldn't help but to make a disaster on his hand, dripping and staining the bedsheets with that glassy essence of yours. Diluc needed a taste of it, his sinful mouth was craving it, but still, he decided to wait; he was determined to drive you to your climax solely with his skilled hands first.
His burning eyes admired your whole body as they went up to meet your dazed expression, drowned into the pleasure of your notably close orgasm. That intimate view drew a gentle smile on his face just before kissing you, leading you into your so desired climax as he could only imagine the sensation of your throbbing cunt around his neglected shaft.
P. S. Is it too obvious who's my fav atm?
P. P. S. I'm not so sure if I like this, but anyways
