Authors note: this is like realllyyyyyyy old so…but I gotta keep the account alive ya feel???
Warnings: NONE, just fluffy cuteness with stinky breath
Perhaps it was the sound of water flowing from the faucet or the gurgling of mouthwash as you spat it down the sink, but suddenly, a pair of arms encircled you. To your astonishment, you caught a glimpse of the man who was supposed to be asleep, now resting his head against your shoulder in the mirror's reflection.
His voice was low and husky, a remnant of the deep sleep he had just emerged from, as he whispered his usual “morning” into your ear.
Just as he leaned in to plant a kiss on your lips, his breath still unbrushed while yours just cleaned, you instinctively brought your palm to his face in mild disgust. He stumbled back slightly at the force, his head bowed, before slowly lifting it to face you…
The type to attack you with kisses
“Hey! What the heck?”
He stared at you, completely baffled. You had never turned away from his kisses before, so for you to suddenly start doing it... it really threw him off!
I mean, what could possibly make you want to avoid his lips? The same lips you always go after! It’s just ridiculous! Maybe this is all just a prank, right? Yeah, just a prank...
"Your breath stinks..."
"What?"
Now that was rude.
Can you believe that his own soulmate, the love of his life, the future mother of his children, doesn’t want to kiss him because of some bad breath?
What if he brought up all the times your breath wasn’t great but he still kissed you anyway? What would you say then?
He just crossed his arms, a small pout forming on his lips. How could you say something like that to him?
"That’s so mean..."
"Brush your teeth and I’ll kiss you as much as you want." You reply with an eye roll to somewhat lighten his mood.
"And what if I don’t?" Now he’s being annoying again. What kind of question even is that?
"Well, what do you think..."
He thinks he can do whatever he wants, that’s what the hell he thinks.
If you really believe he won’t kiss you just because you’re put off by a little body odour, you are so so wrong.
He doesn’t care!
In fact... just as you turn to walk away from him, clearly out of things to say, he suddenly wraps his arms around you, pinning your arms to your sides and pressing all kinds of slobbery stuff into your neck!
He’s not even kissing you, it’s just drool!
"Mphf— I think if I kiss you since your— hey! Stop squirming so much..."
"Let me go!" You squeal with each slob of saliva put onto your neck.
"J—just h-hey, baby, hold on!… let me finish my sentence! I actually thought this through!" You pause your movements for a second staring at him with sharp eyes.
"…well that’s a first."
“Ignoring what you just said, I’m thinking that if I kiss you with bad breath and you have fresh breath..."
You look at him, unimpressed, through the mirror.
"…then if we mix it together we get..."
"No."
"No, we don’t get ‘no’ silly. We get neutral breath!"
A heavy silence hangs between the two of you as he gazes at you with a mix of conflicting expressions. One moment he appears upset, then annoyed, then confused, and so forth.
You almost feel guilty for pushing him away, but honestly, he was about to overwhelm you with his—his—
"I’m sorry, but your breath really stinks, babe..."
The silence stretches on, and you begin to feel uneasy.
Perhaps you shouldn’t have said that because now he’s slowly moving closer to you.
Really slowly.
Like, it’s just the faint rustle of his clothes that you can hear.
So slowly that it’s becoming a bit frightening, so could you please start talking, babe??
You swallow hard, the sound echoing against the bathroom walls, as the conflicted man continues to approach until he reaches for his toothbrush.
In silence. He brushes his teeth.
Slowly.
Quietly.
Staring at himself in the mirror...I think you’ve broken him.
This continues throughout the day. He’s quiet. He’s not even speaking to you.
Maybe he’s self-conscious now, thinking that if he opens his mouth, he’ll fill the room with his bad breath (LOL), but now it’s your job to fix him! I mean, it’s your fault he’s like this…silent.
But maybe this is just how he is normally? You know, it’s kind of hard to tell; men these days are so complicated…
You observe him as he scrolls through his phone before quietly approaching him on the couch to press a gentle kiss to his forehead.
He instantly recoils, looking at you as if you’ve committed a crime.
"What are you doing?"
"Uh…kissing you?"
"Oh."
"..." You lean in to kiss him again, but this time he stops you.
"You…kind of stink."
"Excuse you?" Now it’s your turn to give him a series of conflicting looks.
You stink?? The very definition of personal hygiene?? Why is he lying!
"No, I don’t."
"Love, you’re clearly used to your own scent, but to others…it’s not so pleasant…"
You look at him in disbelief. Could it actually be true? Do you really smell? No—no, that can’t be! I mean…
“See how that feels?”
You swiftly regain your composure from your racing thoughts.
"What are you referring to?"
"It’s not pleasant to be told you smell, is it?"
"I-…" you let out a slight scoff.
Did he really ignore you just so he could pull this crap off?
His jaw was slightly slacked from the power of your palm, rubbing it in effort to reduce the mild discomfort.
The look he gave you caused bullets of sweat to immediately make an appearance onto your face as you frantically find an excuse as to why you didn’t kiss his foul smelling lips.
“I just…um…”
How exactly are you supposed to talk straight up to him when he’s looking at you like that!
“You just…what? Speak up.”
“You kinda smell…”
There’s a beat of silence before a huge flush of red appears onto his face at your statement.
Did he really smell that bad?… well Of course he would smell a little bit I mean that’s just a normally bodily function!
But you didn’t have to push him away like he was a walking bio hazard…didn’t that just seem rash??
“W-well! People smell a little in the morning! That’s completely normal.”
“Yeah but this is a whole new other funk babe…”
“I—“
“I’d really appreciate if you maybe brush your teeth…then we can kiss.”
“I don’t want to.”
Well that’s new. He doesn’t want to clean up. Heh. Funny. It’s like he actually wants to smell.
“What?”
“You heard me! I don’t want to—“
“You don’t wanna brush your teeth? That’s disgusting.”
“No! I don’t want to kiss you, idiot! Not anymore. Not ever. Not if you cant take me at my worst.”
Now it’s your turn to be shocked. Is he seriously trying to revoke your freedom to kiss him?
It’s not like you said he needs to pour disinfectant all over his body to rid of his scent! I mean nothings wrong with a little musk right?
“I just told you to brush your teeth? You’re acting like once you do that I won’t kiss you.”
“I don’t care.”
He doesn’t care. Great. Just what you needed to start this morning.
In the end you shower him in kisses and he’s blushing so much
-Bros the type of guy to hug you from behind and whisper that one soft sorry in your ear (ESPECIALLY WITH THE WHOLE ‘sorry baby..’ AGRHHH)
Cw: none.
* You were really ticked off at him.
* You knew he was fully aware of his mistake, so why was he pretending he didn’t have a clue?
* His attempt to play innocent just made you even angrier. He was clearly in the wrong.. he had to have been aware of that.
* And to think he had the audacity, the nerve to lounge on the couch with that sour expression, eyebrows knitted together, staring off like he was the one suffering? Ha!
* It just made you chop the vegetables you were going to cook even harder with the knife.
* It was pathetic. You could only think to laugh mockingly at the scene.
* …Seriously. was this his way of trying to gaslight you?
* As if that was going to work.
* You were way above that.
* You knew better than that.
* That was until you heard the creaking of floorboards and soft footsteps behind you.
* It was funny how he could seem so small despite his size…
* But still you totally played it cool and ignored him.
* Until you felt the soft embrace of arms wrapping around your waist, his chin sat in the crest between your neck and shoulder, and slow breathes tickling your ear each time his chest would rise and fall.
* For a brief moment, you felt a wave of tension wash over you, but you quickly shook it off, determined to seem unfazed.
* You were meant to be upset with him.
* …Yet, the way he held you so tenderly, as if you were his most treasured possession, made you want to both punch and kiss that infuriating face of his.
* You feel him sigh deeply his nose brushing against your shoulder before pressing light kisses to the skin.
* Was he trying to seduce you?
* Didn’t he realize how angry you were? You were practically seething!.. right? At least you think you were.
* once again though, you found yourself tensing when he whispered something that could make any woman weak in the knees..
* “..I’m sorry baby..”
* Lord have mercy.
* You turned to face him, finally getting a clear view of his face, causing him to pull his hands away from your waist and shove them into his sweatpants pockets.
* You couldn’t help but gulp a little at the adorable, puppy-like look he had; it really suited his handsome features…
* But you had to keep your cool.
* So, you crossed your arms and rolled your eyes before asking…
* “Sorry for what exactly?…”
* You wanted to hear him say it.
* Otherwise what was the purpose of even apologising?
* He only looked at you with a small pout on his face before placing both his hands gently on your cheek, a new sense of determination shining in his eyes even with his now flustered face.
* “What are you-..”
* He unexpectedly cut you off, catching you by surprise as his lips met yours
* You didn’t know how to react at first, but it was clear that the kiss was short because once he pulled back, the significance of the moment hit you.
* He gently brushed your lips, keeping his eyes locked on yours, a dusty pink scattered on his cheeks, before he spoke again.
* “..Everything..? I dunno…please just forgive me…”
* At this stage, did it even matter?
* If you were going to be honest with yourself, you had already moved on…
* Yet, watching him be all sweet and eager for your forgiveness? …It totally tugged at your heartstrings.
* A small grin appeared on your face before you leaned in for another kiss, the warmth of the moment enveloping you like a soft blanket.
* You pulled back slightly, your eyes locking with his, searching for the same warmth reflected in his gaze.
* “If I’m being honest...I’m not really mad at you anymore.”
* The corners of his mouth curled into a smile, mirroring your own, as you felt another flutter in your chest before he wrapped his arms around you, inhaling your fragrance, pulling you into another embrace.
* He felt a wave of relief knowing you had forgiven him..
* Still, one thought kept nagging at him.
* “Hey..babe?”
* “Mm?”
* “So…why were you really angry to begin with?”
* “You mean you really don’t know?”
* You lean back a bit from the hug a small pout on your face, your hands resting on his chest while his arms stayed snug around your waist.
* “You ate the remaining takeout I was saving for myself..”
* “..seriously.”
Characters I had in mind while writing this:
REIGEN (mob psycho 100)
Saitama (one punch man)
Josuke (JOJO’S bizarre adventure)
Kagami, KISE (kuroko’s basketball)
AREN (the disastrous life of saiki k)
HINATA, BOKUTO, Kageyama, OIKAWA, Ukai, Dachi, Atsumu, Lev (haikyuu)
Authors note: In my active era again!! Y’all know the deal; F!reader, sub(ish) character, m!receiving, yall r in the bathtub.
Summary: bathing with hubby doesn’t always go as planned.
The sound of bubbling water splashed around the tiled room, mingling with the soft hums and whispers exchanged between each kiss you shared with your husband. You found yourself nestled between his legs in the snug confines of the bathtub, but to both of you, it felt just right. It was the perfect amount of space to fulfill your urgent desires.
Your intention was to help him unwind after a long, exhausting day at work, yet it seemed you both had become sidetracked from your primary objective, as his fingers glided from the curve of your back down to your hips. With his eyes tightly shut, he concentrated solely on your lips, mirroring your own focus before you pulled away slightly.
He was quick to chase back your lips again with his own, causing you to giggle as you press a finger against them. “I thought you were tired…” you teased. He simply gazed at you before drawing you back in for another needy kiss. I suppose that was his way of answering you.
Your hands seem to develop a will of their own as they explore down from his chest, eliciting a hitch in his breath and a slight furrow of his brows. His grip on your hip only tightened as your wandering hands continue to move lower along his body, following the water's gentle ripples. He knew what you were planning and by no means did he want you to stop.
This time, he was the one to break the kiss, responding to your previous question, “I am…but having a beautiful wife to come home to changes things.” You respond with a smile at his words before your hand glides over the tip of his cock, causing a soft moan to leave him, the wetness of the head concealed by the surrounding water.
Your voice turned low as you whispered in his ear, “You should just relax and let me take care of you…” And who was he to argue with that?
Your fingers then begin to gently trace up and down his length, harmonizing with the swirling water, causing him to shiver slightly. He releases a breathy laugh, his neck tilting back slightly at your touch. “It’s kinda hard to…especially when you tease it like that, you know?…” you hum softly, leaning in to place a kiss at the corner of his lips while ensuring your fingers remain just barely on him.
"Sorry... thought I'd take it slow for you to get used to it..." you pause for a moment, and just as he was about to voice his frustration over the lack of movement, you firmly grasp his cock and twist around its length in a swift motion.
God, the little smirk that adorned your face as you watched his mouth fall agape, words leaving his mind with nothing but moans escaping. “Ah…b-baby, you—mh…” He could feel his face begin to heat up a sign of his growing blush and he swore he thought he was about to cum right then and there.
And then there was the way you spoke to him, the tone of your voice—fuck it did something to him especially when you asked, “This better for you, baby?”
He tried to answer you, he really did, but every time he attempted to speak, it turned into a whine or a broken stutter. He couldn't even meet your gaze, his head leaning further back against the bathroom wall tiles, leaving his neck exposed for you. "F-fuck... so f-fast..." was all he could manage, mixed with a few incoherent sentences that sounded like "thank you's."
Perhaps it was due to how exhausted he felt after today, or maybe it was the stress he had been under at work lately. It could also be because you were caring for him like this, but the moment you pressed your face against his neck, a loud whimper escaped his lips as he buried his head into your shoulder to muffle it a bit. “M’sorry— babe, I-Im gonna cum…G-God m’cummin!…” Suddenly, you felt the warm release of cum leaving his tip in the bathtub, along with the twitching of his cock in your hand.
You gradually slowed your movements, allowing him to regain his composure after his climax, before pulling back with a teasing smile, “That good?” You felt a surge of pride for making him cum with just a few flicks of your wrist and so quickly too.
He shot you a glare for a moment. God, he felt like a teenager. He had never cum this fast before, especially from a handjob! What was wrong with him? "I was... I was just pent up. That’s all..." the perfect excuse if you asked him, but you weren’t buying that.
"So if I were to touch you again..." you lightly brushed your finger over the tip once more, causing his breath to hitch “you sure you won’t cum?”
A soft, "Don’t," slips out from his lips, a warning sign for you to not start something you couldn’t finish.
You couldn’t help but laugh at his reaction before retreating back to your corner of the bathtub. There’s a comforting silence from a minute before he speaks up, “…thank you for that.” He looks at you with genuine sincerity in his eyes, something you would only see during his most vulnerable moments. “I really…I really did need to destress…”
You smiled at his words before standing up to leave the bathtub, water rippling around you. "You know... you could always help me destress too...”
His eyes momentarily widen in response to your remark, a clear indication of surprise. Almost immediately, a familiar smirk begins to form on his lips, “God, you’re such a tease…”
Authors note: f!reader, sort of subby character? It’s fluff bro. But like the kinda “I need you” fluff.
Summary: he loves the feeling of your lips. Like ALOT.
How did he find himself in this situation? Bodies pressed closely together, yearning for the warmth and comfort that blossomed from each considerate touch. The sensation of your lips meeting his own as they intertwined flawlessly to a silent yet exquisite melody.
The rustling of clothing, the brief pauses from the kiss, the tone of your voice, and the heavy breaths as you sought to reclaim his lips once more. “C’mere…I wanna feel more of you.” God, He knew he was so fucked. What had he done to be worthy of such a stunning woman?
The way your hands would glide beneath his shirt, gently caressing and feeling the softness of his skin. “Baby…please…”, he felt himself shiver with each spark of electricity from every affectionate gesture, something he had not anticipated from himself. Then you spoke again, “Just relax for me, let me love you, okay?” And fuck, did he want that. He wanted that so badly, so badly he would let his mind relinquish all control over to you.
Although the sensation of you was one he cherished deeply, what he adored most about these fleeting moments you shared was the way you looked at him. Your eyes… the way they regarded him as if he were the most beautiful thing in your world. How could he not be captivated and enchanted by you? You had him completely under your spell, and you were fully aware of it.
With him perfectly positioned against the headboard of the bed, his legs slightly parted for you to effortlessly slide in and kiss him into oblivion. If this were a dream, he wished never to awaken. Not ever. Not until he could no longer breathe.
Perhaps it was the way you didn’t merely kiss his lips. Perhaps it was the attention you paid to every part of his face. His nose, his forehead, his cheeks—nothing was left untouched. Even the corners of his mouth received your affection. “You’re so beautiful, baby…” Your words cause his already flushed face to become an even darker shade of red. You were offering him every bit of love you possessed, and that meant the world to him.
The soft groans, the faint moans, the urgent grasps at you—your arms, thighs, ass—everything. He simply desired you near, wishing this moment would never end. The instant you nibbled on his bottom lip was when he comprehended the depth of his desire for you. The extent to which he wished to be intertwined with you.
Just as your lips did, your tongues engaged in a dance, each vying for control. The struggle was futile on his part, as his longing for you intensified. Whatever you wished to do to him, he would willingly accept.
You gently pull back, eliciting a soft whine from him. His chest was rising and falling rapidly, small gasps escaping him along with a light swallow of saliva. He was genuinely breathless. But it wasn’t enough. Why end this moment so soon? Did he do something wrong? You merely chuckled at the adorable pout on his face before placing a thumb at the bottom of his lips, locking eyes with him and captivating him once more. “…Don’t you think I should give you a little breather?”
He casts a fleeting glance in your direction before shaking his head in disapproval. That’s not what he wants, not at all. What he truly longs for is for you to whisk him away from this moment. "No!…no, I don’t need to breathe," he murmurs, his voice softer than you expected.
Perhaps he truly needed this moment of stillness. "I just…I just need you. Please. Kiss me…" And the way he looked at you, his eyes glistening with a desperate urgency, as if he could not survive without the touch of your lips on his, made your heart swell with emotion. How could you possibly deny him when he reached out to you with such fervor?
So, you leaned in and kissed him once more. Then again. And again. And again. Until you both found yourselves gasping for air, enveloped in each other's warm embrace.
Authors note: okay I won’t even lie I think I kinda liked this fic…ANWAYS here’s y’all’s warnings NSFW content! I put some of that Femdom shi, f!reader, m!receiving gawk gawk, dacryphilia…I guess, uhh just really cringe worth sentences... yall probably into that. (POST-TIMESKIP!!)
Summary: he likes to whine your name especially when he’s close
MEN who love to be buried between your thighs, though anytime you offer to reciprocate his good deed he insistently denies you, shying away from any form of contact. He initially claims it’s because he prioritises your pleasure over his and there is no need for you to sourer your lips. But would it be so bad if you just wanted to hear him whine in satisfaction?
That’s not to say there hasn’t been times where you have succeeded in changing his mind. However during those moments, the only sound you might catch is a faint hum, accompanied by him biting the inside of his cheek and knitting his brows in frustration, as if he’s forcing himself to keep quiet...
MEN who even when he has his cock between the folds of your heat, he keeps one hand pressed to his mouth or his face deep in the crook of your neck. He never lets you hear him, hear how good you also make him feel - and you had reached your limit. You just wanted to have a man moan, rather than it being a one-sided affair.
Did he not enjoy sex with you?
MEN who let out a small gasp of surprise when you suddenly approach him after a days of lounging. Your in that cute little apron he adores with your hands trailing up and down his chest through his worn clothes. He laughs nervously, gently taking a hold of your wrist, his eyes wide and confused, like a lost puppy trying to understand your sudden playful behavior.
But you don’t hold back, instead, you draw even closer, your hand pressing deeper into his chest causing him to back against the wall. Your breath fans over his neck and you catch the sound of him swallowing hard a slight gulp down his throat. His grip on your wrist wavers softly as a meek sound escapes his lips, “I…Is everything okay, baby?”
MEN who turn crimson at the feeling of your lips pressing into his, before trailing along from his jaw and down to his neck. Your sudden assertiveness was causing his mind to reel from the intensity of the situation. Before long, his shirt is tossed aside, forgotten on the floor, and he’s sprawled flat on the bed, his elbows propping him up, as he stares at you completely dazed and breathless, “hah…you’re really in the mood today, huh…”
You can only laugh at his admission. He had no idea what you had in store for him today. You were going to make him scream, so loud that he wouldn’t be able to speak the following day, so loud that the neighbors might just have to lodge a complaint against you, so loud that—
“A-ah…you…you can’t just…do things like that…”
MEN who feel a jolt of pleasure shoot through his body upon feeling your hand move inside the waistband of his underwear. A warning would’ve been nice, because now all he can do is have his breath hitch and back arch instinctively against your touch.
“Hand or mouth?”
Your question only turns his mind to mush, as he tries to make a coherent decision. Both options sound incredible, but he found himself succumbing to your hand. You knew he’d pick that. He doesn’t get as sensitive with your hand…which is why you decided to use your mouth, much to his dismay.
“W-why even bother ask— mhf…”
MEN who lose their words at the feeling of you tongue around his shaft. His hand immediately reaches up to his mouth, trying to stifle his shameful sounds, in which you quickly stop just before he could.
He lets out a small whine in protest, looking down at you between his legs with puppy eyes. Your intense gaze on him was only turning him on more and it was only a matter of time before he felt a familiar coil in his stomach begin to build up.
You had finally done it.
MEN who can’t help the babbles of “Ggh…you…you’re…so mean”, the whines of “d-dont tease the tip…” and the whimpers of “p-please faster…let me make a mess in your…in…in your mouth”, that escape him.
You couldn’t believe your ears of all the filth falling out of his lips. The way his eyebrows pinch up in that familiar look, his jaw slacked open, his eyes glued shut. You wanted him to look at you, see just who was making him fall apart like this, and so you tap on his thigh, prompting him to glance down at you, his eyes glistening as if he was on the verge of crying.
“F-fuck…m’so…so close…I’m so close, please…don’t l-look at me like that…”
You don’t stop. You don’t even allow him to bring his hands anywhere near his face.
“A-ah…baby— Y/N, please…I can’t. It’s too embarrassing Y/N…”
He was begging to cover his mouth, before the shameful chants of his high come to light. Begging you to at least slow down so he can catch his breath, begging you for some trace of pity on him in which you don’t grant, a coy smile forming on your lips.
There was nothing else he could do but to give in, to let go, to surrender completely to you, to be your “good boy”.
MEN who from that day on, never once hold back a single noise from you.
“You need to eat more fruit babe.”
“M’sorry…”
Characters: Reigen, SERIZAWA, GIYUU, Jean, ARMIN, REINER, KAGEYAMA, Hinata, Bokuto (I’m trying to convince myself but deep down I know this man is loud.), Osamu, CHOSO, MAMMON, Childe, THOMA, Rafayel, ACE, SANJI, Iruka
Author's note: Might have to write a...freaky version of this but I cant make any promises. um you can tell who I clearly enjoyed writing for and who I didn’t…(hinata) Anyways, your husband wants a baby.
p.1
Warnings: none just cringey cutesy stuff
KAGEYAMA
“What kind of baby puts their hand on a fire?...”
That's only one of the responses he's made to the countless baby memes you've sent to this poor man.
He doesn't hate the constant videos, seeing that it makes you smile watching as a child screams in agony at a moving cactus, but it does make him wonder…what exactly did it mean?
Were you trying to suggest something?
It had never truly occurred to him that you might be thinking about having children...
Sure, you’ve joked about a little version of him running around, perhaps even naming it Tobio Junior, but the thought of it becoming a reality seemed far-fetched.
With his rigorous training schedule and your demanding job, the idea of a child—especially one that would inevitably put everything in its mouth—felt like a daunting challenge, especially if both of you were often too exhausted to keep a watchful eye.
That is what he thought at least.
Not until now, with your legs intertwined as you lay together in bed.
Even after being married for some time, the simple act of cuddling with you still sends a rush of warmth through him, making him feel like a teenage boy again, especially when your arms brush against his.
You were engrossed in your phone, scrolling through your usual social media feed, but you could sense your husband's gaze stealing glances at your screen as you both leaned against the bed frame.
With that in mind, you stumbled upon an adorable video compilation of babies accidentally learning curse words.
You couldn’t help but giggle, and as you did, you noticed a soft chuckle escape your husband’s lips.
That’s when the thought struck you—you were finally going to ask him the big question.
“…do you want kids, Tobio?”
His laughter fades as he glances up from your screen, a blank expression settling on his face for a moment before a rosy blush creeps across his cheeks.
“what? W-why ask me that now?...” He stumbles over his words, trying to mask his embarrassment, his eyes darting around the room, avoiding your gaze.
“Well, do you?” A pause hangs in the air before he shifts his gaze to the side, nervously rubbing the back of his neck.
He hesitates, a frustrated sigh escaping his lips. “It’s not that I don't, I just…” He trails off, clearly wrestling with his thoughts.
“I’ll… I’ll think about it.”
And he does, perhaps a bit too much, because suddenly, babies seem to pop up everywhere he turns.
He sets out for his morning jog, only to be bombarded by billboards advertising a new baby formula.
While trying to help you pick up your favourite snack, he catches sight of baby clothes out of the corner of his eye.
Even when he’s scrolling through funny videos on his phone, his feed is inundated with baby content! Is this some kind of sign? Should he just agree?
He can’t even shake the images of having children with you from his dreams, especially when you’re near; all he can picture is a tiny version of you both...and If he’s being honest, it does kinda send his heart racing…
.
“Let's do it.”
He slams his hands down on the kitchen counter, the sound startling you as you turn to him, puzzled.
“...Do what exactly?”
“Let's make a baby.”
HINATA
“Hey, set it to me too! I'm open!”
You and your husband were finally in Brazil, basking in the sun on a beach adorned with golden sands.
The sand was warm beneath your feet, and the sound of waves rolling onto the shore mixed harmoniously with the distant laughter of children playing.
After a few weeks of adjusting to Hinata’s work commitments, you had carved out some precious time to enjoy the beach together, with him bringing along a volleyball for some fun in the sun.
It turned out to be a brilliant idea, as you watched him from a distance, energetically playing volleyball with a group of older kids.
You could have joined in, but you knew that Hinata's boundless energy would leave you breathless, so you opted to lounge on a sunbed beneath the shade of an umbrella, escaping the harsh rays of the sun.
Just as you were settling in, a gentle tap on your shoulder pulled you from your relaxation.
You turned to find a little boy, accompanied by a girl, pointing excitedly at a sandcastle they had built.
“Help us, lady!” the boy pleaded, bouncing on his heels.
How could you resist those adorable faces?
With a soft laugh, you set your drink aside and knelt down in the sand, eagerly listening to their requests.
They needed someone to help fortify their castle against the incoming tide, and you were more than happy to assist.
What started as a simple request quickly turned into an all-out building project—digging trenches, constructing walls, and even adding little seashell decorations.
The kids bickered, giggled, and occasionally got distracted by the waves, but you found yourself immersed in their world, enjoying every second of it.
After a delightful time playing and laughing, Hinata eventually came looking for you.
He was surprised to find you happily engaged with the kids, managing their playful squabbles with a gentle hand.
Watching you, his heart swelled with affection, and he couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to see you with a child of your own.
As the evening air grew cooler, you and Hinata eventually parted ways with the kids and made your way home, your fingers intertwined as you walked along the shoreline.
Then, Hinata suddenly stopped, causing you to pause mid-step.
“You good?”
He hesitated before asking, “Do you like kids?”
You raised an eyebrow at the unexpected question but nodded slowly.
“Yeah… they’re nice.”
A comfortable silence enveloped you both until he suddenly blurted out,
“Do you want kids with me?”
BOKUTO
“Legit, the craziest thing happened to me last night baby.”
You and your husband decided to swing by his sister's place today because he was feeling a bit nostalgic and wanted to see her, apparently “missing her presence”.
Now, as you settle onto the couch with his sister's one-year-old son comfortably resting in your lap, you find yourself softly humming along while your husband animatedly recounts his latest dream about aliens coming to Earth to whisk him away to their home planet—just another one of his delightfully eccentric stories.
You suddenly feel a tiny hand tugging at your collar, causing you to look down to see the little guy completely captivated by your outfit.
Your heart melts a bit as you coo at him slightly, leaving your husband to his own world.
For a brief moment, you don’t realize how he’s paused but instead, gazing—no, admiring you—as you interact so tenderly with the child.
When you turn to face him, you catch him in a moment of admiration, and a wave of confusion washes over you.
“Is something on my face?”
“You look really beautiful like that.”
His compliment elicits a light scoff from you as you try to mask your embarrassment.
“Like what? I'm literally not doing anything.”
“Exactly”
In all your months of marriage, you’ve never seen him so direct and candid about his feelings. Did he bump his head on the way in?
“Are you sure you’re not an alien right now?”
His laughter filled the room as he leaned in to plant a kiss on your cheek, then stood up with a dramatic stretch glancing over to you and the child.
“I wanna play with the baby too, come on, give him ‘ere”
“Don’t drop him” you tease.
“I won't drop him…” he replies, pouting slightly.
Snuggled up in bed at home, you felt completely worn out from the day’s adventures. I mean Bokuto was literally pulling you everywhere, left and right, and his boundless energy while playing with the baby had left you utterly drained.
To make matters worse, despite being cozied up together, his restless movements wouldn’t let up!
Sure you'd grown accustomed to his little shifts in bed–stealing the blanket from you or somehow ending up upside down on top of you—but this was pushing it.
“Babe…” you groaned, trying to get his attention. Yet, he continued to fidget.
You were getting fed up now.
“Bokuto, stop moving.”
This prompted a response from him.
“Did I wake you up? M’sorry.”
“Is something wrong? Why’d you keep moving so much?”
He let out a small sigh. “I’ve just been thinking…”
Now you were intrigued. Usually when Bokuto’s thinking it's either about something serious, or, well, what he's gonna have for breakfast–which can be serious in its own right.
“About what?”
“Us”
“You're being too vague, what about us?”
“I think I wanna get you pregnant.”
You stared at him for a full minute, as if he’d just asked if pigs could fly.
“...what.”
This is some hell of a weird dream, right? I mean there is no way your husband, Bokuto Kotarou, was casually suggesting in the middle of the night that he wanted to have kids…right??
“No, I said that wrong…” He ran his fingers through his hair, searching for the right way to express himself. “What I mean is, I want to get you pregnant. I want to have a baby with you.”
“Mhm…”
“Would you…let me?”
IWAIZUMI
“Just one more babe, you're doing great!”
You had been working like a dog today, and I mean like a dog.
All you said was you wanted to lose a little weight, mind you, that was a week ago, and all you did was ask your husband to keep an eye on you.
But you didn't think it’d be like this though!
What happened to all the sexy gym scenarios you heard so much about?!
Your husband had forced suggested that you follow him to the gym today for a little workout session.
Y'know, just a little stretching, maybe two little squats, oh, and of course, can't forget the 20 reps of 10 kg bench presses! Where’s the little in that?!
But of course, as the lovely, caring husband that he is, he clearly saw how tired you were and suggested the best suggestion ever to be made by him– a snack.
But just a tiny one.
100 calories max.
And you had to promise to burn it off later in the week.
But…a little white lie wouldn't hurt anyone right?
“Baby…do I really have to buy this? I can literally hear those candy bars over there calling my name.”
You hold up the protein bar in your hand with a grimace.
“You asked me to keep you in check… I can’t just let you have whatever you want, can I?”
“Sure you can.”
He gives you an unwavering look.
“...but then what’s the point of this?”
You just groan in response when you feel a little bump against your leg.
Looking down, you see a pair of big, teary eyes from a child.
“S-sorry…” Her tiny voice was so cute that you couldn't help but glance up at your husband, heart eyed.
He shakes his head, knowing exactly what you’re thinking, then looks down at the child, who can’t be more than seven.
“Hey kid, where’s your mom at?”
“I-..I dunno…” The child starts crying again, prompting you to kneel down to her level and shoot your boyfriend a look for making her upset.
“Don't worry baby, I'll help you find her, don't mind the big, scary, intimidating, brooding man behind us.”
“Wh- hey!”
“Come on, let's go.” You take the little girl’s hand as she looks around with wide, hopeful eyes.
Walking around with the child, you begin to engage in a conversation, finding that she had a similar niche interest like you.
It was a perfect distraction for her, especially since her mom is nowhere in sight. Meanwhile, all you husband could do was watch from behind keeping an eye on both of you.
He can’t help but feel a rush of warmth in his chest as he sees you bonding with the girl. It brings him a strange kind of happiness,a desire to witness this moment, to see you with—... no.
No no no no no.
Is he really considering—he can’t be… can he?
A blush creeps onto his cheeks as the image of you with his child flashes in his mind. Great, he probably looked like a pervert to the unknowing eye!
Kids? Now? You've only been married a month now, he can't just ask for that! Oh, but they way you’re both smiling at eachother right now, you're little giggles, and the child's small hands! He can't take it! Nope! He can't do this anymore!
His thoughts are interrupted when he notices that you’ve both stopped walking, just in time to see the little girl dash toward what appears to be her mother.
“Mommy!!”
She wraps her arms around her mother, who looks immensely relieved to find her daughter safe. The mother bows and thanks you profusely, while you modestly brush off the gratitude.
Later, after the commotion settles, Iwaizumi tosses you a packet of your favorite sweets, which you catch with surprise.
“Really? What for?”
He doesn't reply, only approaching you and leaning forward to plant a kiss on your cheek.
“I'll give you one tonight.”
You gulp slightly at the close proximity of his hot breath practically breathing down your neck.
“...give me what exactly?”
“My babies,” he reply’s a matter of factly, “pinky promise.”
He links your pinky with his, chuckling at your surprised expression before heading out of the store.
You could only look around confused as you come to gravity with the meaning of his words…i mean it didn't seem that bad- but still! And he had the audacity to walk away like it was nothing?
“Hey! C-come back here, what’s that supposed to mean!”
Is this really baby fever? No. But some of these made me giggle while I was writing them so be happy okay 💔💔 I write for the love of the game vro 🥀🥀
Authors note: UGH pls this whole things was for jokes bc I can’t really be that ask to make something I feel is good. Teehee. Also I can mischaracterise all I want okay let a girl dream pls. (POST-TIMESKIP!!)
Warning: man it’s like the smallest hint of the nasty freaky stuff
“Babe, you got something on your face. Let me just…” You reach out to your boyfriend, making him look your way by gripping his chin firmly while you flick away a bit of ‘glitter’ from his cheek. “There you go.”
Strike one.
That was just the beginning of your strange behavior today.
“Hey baby, c’mere I wanna kiss…” you call him over from the other side of the kitchen counter, only to yank on his collar and pull him in for one hell of a snog. “Seriously, you have no business looking this good today.”
Strike two.
Just what was up with you today?
You just got home from work, and as he’s about to sit up to see you, you suddenly push him back down onto the couch, mumbling something about how much you “missed him”.
Strike three.
You run your fingers through his hair, pulling him closer to your lips, but then you pause to check out his face.
Perhaps you took this prank too far…
The type to be oddly into it
“…are you hard?”
This snaps your boyfriend out of his thoughts.
He’d never ever ever thought he could find himself in a situation like this. this is the kind of stuff you see in movies, right? I mean, come on!
Just picture how mortifying it is to be turned on from someone mistreating you! It’s pathetic!
He can’t just blurt out, ‘oh hell yeah I’m hard’ in response to that question—why would anyone even think to ask that? What can a guy do in a moment like this except deny it?
“What? N-no!…” He glances away, feeling the weight of your intense gaze. “…maybe?”
When you raise an eyebrow at him, his mask crumbles entirely. There’s no use in pretending.
You’ve already seen right through him, leaving him no option but to retreat into a shadowy corner and disappear.
“Yeah.” He responds, his voice tinged with disappointment. “I…I am.”
Maybe it’s because of the way you handled him like he was nothing that made him so bothered.
Maybe it was the way you looked so desperate to have him that did it for him.
Either way, he’s discovered something about himself he never knew he ever had.
And make no mistake, you were going to exploit this discovery to the fullest.
“Have I told you how much I love you babe?” You pull back from his face after practically devouring it as he stands there, grinning like a lovesick fool, dishes still in hand.
“I think you should tell me more.”
“Wrap up with those dishes, and I’ll give you a demonstration instead.”
Be ready for one hell of a night cowgirl. Wink wink
you call out to him, noticing he seems lost in his phone. Yet, oddly enough, he flinches slightly every time you speak.
This reaction occurs whenever you draw near him, as if your voice startles him, even when you're just a breath away. It’s not that he dislikes your voice; rather, it feels like he’s a bit intimidated by you now.
What happened to the confident guy who was with you just two days ago? Why does he seem to be tiptoeing around you like a child with a fragile toy?
“Y/N…is everything alright?” He approaches you cautiously, maintaining a bit of distance, trying to balance his interest with a hint of hesitation. “You’ve been…um, I just wanted to check—are you upset with me?”
“Upset with you?” You set your phone aside, raising an eyebrow at him. “Why would I be upset? Did you do something wrong?”
That’s the very question he’s grappling with. Your passionate touches and fervent kisses have left him bewildered about your feelings.
Are you so enamored that you can’t help yourself, or are you retaliating for something he might have done? Suddenly, a thought strikes him.
“…If this is about how intense things got last night, I’m sorry, but you did ask for it when I warned you I wouldn’t hold back—” His words are cut short as your hand swiftly covers his mouth.
“No! No that’s—just no. It was a prank babe, a trend I saw online” you say, removing your hand and placing both on his shoulders. “Last night has nothing to do with today or any other day.”
“Not even you complaining about being sore?”
“Not even me complaining about…wait I never did that!”
“Yeah buts it’s easy to tell.”
Charcters: REIGEN, giyuu, giyomei, JEAN, KAGEYAMA, hinata, kuroo, OIKAWA, AKAASHI, geto, NANAMI, Solomon, IZUKU, Diluc, LAIOS, zayne, LAW (Sowy I can see him as both)
The type to also manhandle you
Did you honestly believe you could manhandle him without facing the same treatment in return? Come on this is your boyfriend we’re talking about, In fact, I think he’s thrilled that you can boss him around so effortlessly.
So thrilled that he makes it into a competition
“Okay let’s see who tackles the first person on the bed.” His eyes shine with enthusiasm as he confidently places his hands on his hips. “If I win I get to have my way with you, and if you win, you get to have me have my way with you. Deal?”
You pause for a moment to process his words “…uh, how is that fair?”
“What do you mean?” he replies, brushing off your concern with a grin.
“I think it’s perfectly fair. No matter the outcome, you get a nice little reward, right?” His voice dances with mischief as he nudges you playfully with his elbow, clearly trying to elicit a reaction.
You roll your eyes at him, feigning annoyance, before relenting, “I guess it’s not so bad..”
“Exactly! Now, I’m going to count down. Ready? 3…2…” Before you can fully grasp what’s happening, he lunges at you, tackling you onto the bed before he even reaches 1.
“H-hey! That’s cheating, you can’t do that!” But your protests are ignored, your boyfriend already having you wrapped in his warm embrace, his face buried against your neck.
“This is what you get for how you’ve been treating me today.”
“What are you talking about?” You pause for a moment, though you suspect he’s finally caught on to your little scheme. “You mean me kissing you like any normal woman would with the love of her life?”
“No. Just you touching me all weirdly…”
“Don’t say it like that you make me sound like a perv.”
Screw everything I just said in the intro. If you genuinely think you can manhandle this man and succeed. You’re crazy.
“Hey, come here, you’ve got something—” The moment your hand nears his face, he seizes your wrist, staring at you as if you’ve just committed a serious offense.
“What are you doing?”
“Uh…I’m trying to like get the little speck of glitter off your face.”
“We don’t own glitter?”
“Dust then?” He shoots you a skeptical glance.
“…sure.”
So that was an absolute fail…
But you’re not ready to throw in the towel just yet. No way! You just need to bide your time until nightfall, when he’s all soft and cuddly. That’s when you’ll make your move.
As the evening unfolds and you’re prepping for bed in the bathroom, you catch sight of him reaching for something in the cupboard above you. This is your moment. The time to pull him in close and—
SMACK
“The hell? What was that for?” He rubs his forehead, clearly taken aback by your sudden move.
Who knew kissing your boyfriend could be this complicated? Somehow, you ended up colliding headfirst into him, and now he’s clearly fed up with you.
“That wasn’t how it was supposed to go…” you say with a shy smile, nervously scratching the back of your head. “You alright?”
You gently move his hand away from his forehead to check for any damage, and to your surprise, he lets you.
Wait a minute… you actually moved his hand, and he’s okay with it? Is this manhandling? I think it’s manhandling. It’s manhandling.
“…I did it.”
“Did what?”
“I touched you!”
“??”
Pls stop confusing this man he’s already tired enough.
Authors note: NSFW content! m!receiving! this was going to be AOT based but i changed my mind hahahahahahahha. ill make a second part
Summary: they’re virgins and you want a piece of that meat.
MEN who can only fantasise about feeling your touch, longing for your presence, your body, everything about you that just captivates him, yet the same man who can't silence the insecurities that swirl chaotically in his mind. He’s dreamed of the point in your relationship where he would finally take the initiative, acting as the man he believes he should be, though those aspirations remain mere fantasies as he hesitates to seize any opportunity given. He’s still a virgin y'know?
MEN who are shocked yet turned on at your sudden assertiveness one day, taking the lead and pushing him onto the couch just to complain how you've had enough of his ‘innocent act’, “W-what are you talking about?...”. He curses at himself with how vulnerable he sounds, the deep crimson hue spreading across his cheeks as he looks at you with docile eyes, your face radiating determination. Shit you were hot.
MEN whose head recline against the couch, eyes squinted and dazed, his mouth slightly ajar with babbles of “thank you” and noises he never knew he could make falling out, maintaining a firm but gentle hold on your head while you explore him in the most pleasurable manner. He's only dreamed of moments like this and now they're coming true, “I really don't deserve you…”
MEN when they're finally close to cumming who beg and beg for you to stop before he makes a mess on your face, only for you to focus on his leaking tip prompting his cock to twitch and a soft whimper leave his lips. “F-fuck…its too good…” You were so evil.
MEN who can’t stop the crack in their voice when they finally reach their peak, whining your name like a prayer over and over again, his brows furrowed up in such an erotic way you've never seen before as spurts of cum spill from his hot tip, “Don't stop baby- please dont stop..”
MEN who after experiencing the sensation of your touch, crave even more. More of the pleasure you give to him, sadly, his body is already tired out. So much for having an impressive physique, if he lacks the stamina to fully express it like the virgin he still is. But he can promise you this, next time he’ll make sure to reciprocate your actions.
Authors note: this is the only November post y’all r getting so hahahahahhaahah. I rushed this just today so say thank you. Bye bye. (POST-TIMESKIP!!)
Warning: kinda suggestive but like y’all don’t do anything.
“You know what time of month it is, right baby?”
You asked your boyfriend, all while adjusting your makeup in mirror a cheeky smile on your face taking a quick glance at him sitting down on your bed watching you intensely.
“…it’s not our anniversary, is it?” He asked, a hint of confusion in his voice.
“What? No, I’m talking about it being November…y’know? No Nut November?”
He visibly shifts in his seat. He knew what you were going to ask him.
“you think you can last the month? Im willing to bet on it.”
The type to not even last a day
“Man that’s light work! I could easily last a month if I wanted to—"
He failed.
“Okay but it’s not my fault. Y-you decided to wear that out, not me!”
“You say it like I purposely did it to make you lose..”
“Because you did!”
He’s not accepting the fact that he lost on the day you challenged him.
Do you know how embarrassing that is?
Imagine how badly he’s gonna get teased by all his mates if they ever find out he couldn’t help but bust one on you!
“You better keep this between just us..”
Should he really be saying that when he’s the one who started tearing off your clothes and tossing them aside?
Should he really be saying that when he’s the one who pleaded for just a few minutes to enjoy you?
Should he really be saying that when—
“Why’re you looking at me like that!”
You were looking at him like he was an idiot. You really couldn’t believe what he was saying.
Was it really that bad he didn’t last that long?
I mean it’s sort of flattering to you, seeing that your boyfriend could get so turned on from just you wearing a nice outfit.
“Because you just sound stupid why can’t you admit you lost and call it a day?” You huff.
“Because it doesn’t count!”
He pouts, crossing his arms in annoyance, a faint blush creeping onto his cheeks as he turns away from you on the bed where you both lay bare, slick with each other’s essences from your prior…activities.
“And it’s stupid. This whole no nut November nonsense is stupid! I mean who would even come up with that kind of torture? why would someone want to restrict themselves from such a bliss that-"
You spend the rest of that evening listening to the poor guy complaining about how November is a stupid month.
Characters: REIGEN, Tenegn, Eren, Reiner, Hinata, Oikawa, BOKUTO, MAMMON, Leviathan, ASMODEUS, ITTO, kaeya, RAFAYEL (any character you like)
The type to last a week
“You sure you wanna bet on that? Y’know before we started dating I wasn’t the kind of guy who needed Intimacy in their life…"
He totally regrets saying those things because now they’re just gnawing at him.
This is all your fault, you hear him?
You- you did something to him okay?
Never in his life has he felt so…so…
Vulnerable?
Jesus, this was suppose to be a walk in the park so why do you suddenly look so...sexy?
You were just watching TV, but the way you curled up on the couch made your thighs press together in a way that was hard to ignore.
And that shirt of yours?
It was barely hanging on your shoulder, giving him a peek at your bra strap, while your hand rested on your stomach, revealing just enough skin.
Damn, even the way you bit your lips without realizing it was driving him wild—he couldn’t handle a whole month of this!
He was so caught up in you that he didn’t even notice how his body was inching closer.
It wasn’t until you turned to him, your noses almost touching, that he realized it.
Did you eyes always look so beautiful?
And your lips…they never looked this soft before.
“..you’re so gorgeous baby, is this some kind of punishment?..”
He gently cups your cheek, his lips almost brushing against yours when suddenly—
“What are you doing?”
This snaps him out of his trance before a deep blush spread across his face.
“I-I..I dunno? You just- well I thought…”
Yeah he sure as hell was thinking.
Thinking of all the ways he could have you!
He lets out a small whine, his brows knitting together in frustration.
“Can we just…not do this challenge anymore…please?”
I mean if he’s talking to you like that, who are you to say no?
Besides you could always just…edge him a lil right?
Characters: REIGEN (again), SERIZAWA, Rengoku, Armin, Jean, BOKUTO (again), CHOSO, Beelzebub, DIAVOLO, ITTO (again), Thoma, LAIOS (any character you like)
The type to barely last the whole month
“Why would you want to do that? We both know you’re not gonna make it."
“Well the challenge is for you! Not me!”
“...but my point still stands.”
His point sure as hell did stand and it hurt you to admit that he was right!
Already 17 days in and he hadn’t budged an inch.
How was this man still going??
You even tried to sabotage him, sitting on his lap only for him to laugh and gently push you off.
Kissing up his neck with your arms around his waist while he made dinner only for him to ask you to grab some spices.
Even you making crude dirty jokes, only for him to blush slightly and brush you off!
This was just getting ridiculous and now you were looking like the needy one!
“For someone who wanted me to take on this challenge, it seems like you’re the one feeling it the most.”
You shoot him a glare.
You were annoyed he was right.
Annoyed that he could still tease you, fully damn aware of what you wanted!
“You can hold out for another 13 days can’t you, sweetheart? I promise I’ll make it worth your while.”
What you didn’t realize was that these last few days were weighing on your boyfriend too.
He was doing a great job of hiding it when you were around, but when he was alone—
“Shit…”
He slammed his fist against the bathroom wall at work a growing tightness forming in his pants.
You just loved to tease, didn’t you?
Couldn’t you see this was driving him crazy too?
And to think you could send him such…things while he’s at work!
“Damn this…”
He was going to get his revenge; mark his words. Once this month wraps up, he was going to have his way with you.
Authors note: like 3 of these were half way finished in the nsfw section so like deal with it. And I’m gonna dip now bye. (POST-TIMESKIP!!)
Warnings: NSFW Content, femdom(ish) meh kinda, vaginal sex, doggy? Standing doggy?, oral sex, riding, men moaning, that kinda stuff.
You found yourself feeling utterly restless.
The minutes dragged on as you watched your boyfriend engage in a lively conversation with one of his friends.
It wasn’t that you were upset; after all, you knew his friend too.
Yet, a wave of boredom washed over you as you sat on the couch across from them, feeling like an outsider in a world that was supposed to include you.
…then, a light bulb went off in your mind.
You had the perfect idea.
Something that would definitely catch his attention!
Something that could make him blush!
An idea that would redirect all his focus back to his stunning girlfriend—you!
You were gonna send him a nude.
Okay maybe not a nude..but a very heavily erotic message.
Something that would surely make his heart race!
With a mischievous grin, you typed it out, hit send, and looked up, eager for his reaction.
The type to ask about it out loud
“Babe! Why did you send me this?”
Is there any way to land a punch on a oversized gorilla?
What on earth is he doing, just thrusting his phone at you so his friend can clearly see that steamy message?
"I mean, it's not that I dislike it... but why now?"
You could feel the heat of embarrassment creeping up your cheeks.
How could he be so clueless about what should remain private?
“Hey, what do you think she meant when she said, ‘and we’re gonna keep going until you get pregnant.’ I can’t get pregnant..”
"I, uh..." His friend was wise enough to keep quiet, especially with the glare you shot him from the corner of your eye. "Let’s just put the phone away for now..."
"But I wanna kno—"
"Away."
Let’s just say your stay didn’t last long.
Once you were back home, you headed straight for your bedroom, eager to call it a night, but your boyfriend wouldn’t let it go.
Even as you settled on the couch to sleep instead, he trailed after you, nagging about the meaning behind that text.
After a while, you noticed he had gone silent, prompting you to glance over at him.
To your surprise, he looked flushed for some reason...
What was he staring at?
"B-babe..."
"...what?"
"Did you want to do the, um... thing together?"
"What thing?"
"Y-you know! The... the boom boom?"
"I'm going to ignore you."
For some reason, he didn’t even protest. Maybe he had finally decided to stop bothering you—
"W-woah!... hey! W-what are you doing?"
"I'm just trying to give you what you asked for...?"
When did you ever ask him to open your legs?
"I don’t remember asking you to—"
"Shh... it all makes sense to me why you're so moody..."
NSFW
“M’sorry for not taking care of you baby..”
You had truly let go of any resentment towards him two organisms ago.
When he promised to fulfill your desires, you could sense the sincerity in his voice, the weight of his words hanging in the air between you.
He kept his promise, and Lord were you going numb from pleasure.
He showed no signs of slowing down, and it seemed like he never intended to.
“Mm..you always taste so sweet..” His voice was low and sultry.
The way his tongue danced over your sensitive spot sent waves of electricity racing up your spine, as if he knew exactly how to draw out every reaction from you.
You could feel the heat pooling in the pit of your stomach, a delicious tension building with every flick and swirl.
“So pretty..I wanna hear you more, gorgeous..”
His voice was a soft, almost intimate mumble, but the way he spoke was undeniably affecting you more than you were willing to admit.
In a moment of impulsive desire, you thought to quiet his teasing by pulling him closer, a decision that quickly turned into a mistake.
“Mhm..you can push my head- please push my head..”
You didn’t actually expect him to like that..
It was clear he was hard at the moment, his body moving restlessly against the couch, seeking any kind of friction to alleviate the throbbing tension in his pants.
Tension escalated even further as he felt your thighs tightening next to his head once more.
“Fuck..squeeze your thighs around me..”
His words hung in the air, thick with challenge.
You couldn’t deny that you were nearing the edge again, the familiar rush building within you, a wave of pleasure that threatened to crash over.
But you were aware that if you came, if you surrendered completely to the moment, he would likely continue just like before—pushing you to the brink.
“Make a mess on my face, baby..come on, I’ll fuck you good after this, promise..”
I mean what’s one more climax gonna do to hurt anyone?
Characters: Rengoku, Connie, HINATA, BOKUTO, Beelzebub, DIAVOLO, ITTO, Liaos (any character you like)
The type to be very bothered
“Hey man, you alright?” His friend asks, noticing the way your boyfriend had been avoiding eye contact and shifting uncomfortably in his seat.
“Absolutely! I’m doing great! Nothing’s bothering me at all! It’s not like a certain someone just sent me a super steamy message, right? Ha ha, that would be hilarious, wouldn’t it?”
His laughter is forced, a little too high-pitched, as it hangs awkwardly in the air between you all.
Is he even trying to hide it?
There’s a noticeable flush creeping onto his cheeks, a rosy hue that betrays his bravado, no matter how much he tries to downplay it.
You can see the heat radiating from his skin, and it’s clear that he’s not as unaffected as he wants you to believe.
The way he’s nervously fidgeting with his fingers, twisting them together and then letting them fall to his lap, only adds to the evidence.
His leg bounces up and down, a rapid rhythm that seems to echo the frantic thoughts racing through his mind.
It’s a classic sign of someone trying to mask their anxiety, and it’s not doing him any favors.
You can’t help but smirk at the sight of him.
The contrast between his words and his body language is stark.
He’s clearly flustered, and it’s almost endearing to see him so rattled.
Your message had definitely had an impact on him.
The way he keeps glancing at his phone, as if willing it to light up with another notification, only reinforces the idea that he’s not as composed as he pretends to be.
“Come on, man. You can tell me. What’s really going on?” His friend prods gently, hoping to coax the truth out of him.
Your boyfriend swallows hard, his throat bobbing as he tries to find the right words.
“It’s just… you know, sometimes messages can be a little… suggestive?” His voice trails off.
His friend raises an eyebrow.
“Suggestive? Like, ‘I miss you’ suggestive, or ‘I can’t thinking about you’ suggestive?”
Your boyfriend shifts in his seat, his fingers drumming nervously against the table, betraying the calm facade he’d attempt to maintain.
“More like… ‘I need you’ suggestive,” he finally admits, his voice barely above a whisper.
“Ah, I see…” his friend replies, nodding slowly, as they both turned towards your direction to see you trying to eavesdrop in on their conversation.
“What are you guys mumbling about..”
“N-Nothing!”
On your way back home you couldn’t help but feel your boyfriend’s uneasiness as he walked beside you.
He seemed almost scared of what was waiting for him at home, that it kinda made you feel a little bad for him..a little.
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As soon as you both enter the house, you find yourself taken aback as he unexpectedly pulled you toward your bedroom, before showering your body with heated kisses.
Each kiss, send shivers up your spin as his lips trail along your jawline and down to your collarbone.
Your fingers instinctively weave into his hair, feeling the softness of each strand as he pushes you gently against the cool door.
“Mm..I like when you play with my hair..”
His face nestles into the curve of your neck, breathing in your scent, as his hands begin to explore your shirt, fingers tracing the material, eager to remove it and reveal the skin beneath.
As he works to lift the fabric, he pauses, lifting his gaze to meet yours with a pleading puppy-like look.
You can see the question forming in his mind, the need for your consent hanging in the air.
“Please, baby..can I?”
With a soft nod, you give him the answer he seeks.
That’s how you found yourself helplessly bouncing on his cock.
He bites back a moan, desperately trying to hold some level of composure but losing the battle more and more with every sweet praise you whispered.
“F-fuck, I could listen to you talk all day..you have no idea what your voice does to me, baby.” He mumbles, his breaths coming in short uneven, gasps
His head leans back against the bed frame, eyes tightly shut, simply to savor the soft sound of your voice.
His grip on your hip squeezes as he begins to thrust against you in a desperate attempt to reach his climax.
He was panting, hard, unable to form a coherent word.
The situation only intensified the moment you call him a ‘good boy’.
Hearing you utter those words, despite how he loved hated the phrase, made him feel so good and so so close to the edge.
“I-I’m your good boy...I'm a good boy for you, I jus’ want you to f-feel good- ngh..”
He begins to babble, his only thought being the desire to cum inside you, and with a strangled moan, he finally succumbs to that urge.
It wouldn’t be so bad to have his kids right?
Characters: Reigen, SERIZAWA, ARMIN, Reiner, Nishinoya, KAGEYAMA, CHOSO, LEVIATHAN, Thoma, Chilchuck (any character you like)
The type to get distracted by his phone
The moment he heard his phone chime, he turned to see your message pop up on the screen.
He shot a quick glance to you before looking back to open it.
Maybe this wasn’t the best idea, because now he’s found himself grinning like a fool all while absorbing every word of your text, completely forgetting about the conversation with his friend sitting right next to him.
“..hello?? Bro, who you texting?”
“Yeah I’m listening.”
“What are you talking about? ..Why’re you hiding your screen..”
“Nothin, I’m not.”
“Come on, you totally are—”
“Dunno what you mean”
Let’s assume that you do keep this back to back chat with him while his friend desperately tries to find out what your boyfriends doing.
when your back home, trust me he’s taking all the things you said to him on text to heart.
“What? B-but baby you said right here that, and I quote ‘I crave you intensely right now, darling; my desire is almost overwhelming at this moment.’ “
“I obviously used chat.gpt for that, now go away I’m trying to sleep” you replied, your voice muffled by your pillow.
“But you’re on your phone!”
“And you got turned on from an AI message.”
This causes him to scoff slightly, though the small pout on his face was undeniably present.
“..can we at least go one round?”
“Say the magic word and I’ll think about it.”
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“Please baby..pleasee, s-slow down a lil f’me..”
His grip on the sheets tightened even more as he tilted his head back, lost in pleasure.
He knew he could easily regain control if he wanted, but you looked so irresistible, he couldn't help but revel in the thrill coursing through him as you pushed him to the edge.
“I-I’m sorry for being greedy, I won’t do it again- fuck..”
The words tumbled from his lips, a mix of embarrassment and exhilaration.
He was greedy. Such a greedy boy.
Asking for just one round but being unable to stop himself, ignoring the potential consequences that loomed in the back of his mind.
Now, he’s found himself moaning helplessly as he unraveled from your touch, each sound a testament to the pleasure you were giving him.
“Shit that feels good..you always feel good”
The way your tongue flicked and how you caressed him, especially at the tip, overwhelmed him to the point where tears began to well up in his eyes, a sign of both vulnerability and bliss.
“M’sorry I-I should’ve stopped after I came..”
Apologies spilled from his lips, a sign of how close he was to another climax.
He just felt so good. So good from you, and everything you were doing to him.
He could feel the tension building within him, a tight coil ready to snap, as he was torn between the desire to hold back and the overwhelming urge to let go completely.
The way you looked at him with those eyes only fueled his need as he felt himself teetering on the edge, the world around him blurring into a haze of sensation.
"Please... just a little more," he gasped, his voice barely above a whisper, filled with desperation.
I’m sure he wouldn’t mind a lil more edging..
I think he’s got a thing for sexting.
Characters: Dimple, Tengen, Eren, JEAN, Ukai, Tendou, ATSUMU, GOJO, Toji, Mammon, KAEYA, Childe (any character you like)
The type to do an old man squint
The moment he hears his phone chime, he’s bringing his glasses up to his face putting distance between him and his phone to look down at the message.
The shift in his expression to one of disappointment clearly indicated that he was somewhat not amused by your timing.
…Maybe because of the raging hard boner you we’re giving him from your boldness. Not that he would ever admit to be turned on by the text. No no, he’s not that type of guy.
He had to be very nonchalant about this whole situation, make it as though nothing had happened.
And he surprisingly did exactly that.
This old geezer really just brushed off your message.
“And do you know what I told him?”
“No, go on.”
“I told this jerk that-“
Now you were even more frustrated.
He was truly ignoring you! Intentionally!
You were too caught up in his sudden disapproval to notice the issue he was dealing with down below, too blinded by the sudden disproval he gave to you.
All you could think about was how effortlessly he resumed his chat with his lively friend.
It wasn’t until you waved goodbye and started your walk home in complete silence that it hit you.
Not a single word had passed between you two, and you could sense his irritation—was he mad?
What on earth was going through his mind?
That stoic expression of his was impossible to read…
“..so babe..” you start, awkwardly swinging your arms back and forth nodding your head slowly to a nonexistent beat.
“Yes?”
“I just- well about the um..message..”
“Later.”
What does that even mean.
Why not talk about it now?
It would be so much nicer than just walking in silence until you got back to your apartment.
But that’s exactly what took place.
Once you arrived, you noticed him darting suspiciously into your bedroom before he locked himself in the bathroom.
The sound of the door clicking shut echoed in the stillness, leaving you standing in the living room.
Choosing to ignore him for the moment, you took a deep breath and tried to focus on something positive.
You thought of a way to lift his spirits, before the idea finally struck you.
Why not make his favourite meal?
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You smile to yourself as you gather all the ingredients for the dinner you envisioned cooking for him, when suddenly you feel hands wrap around you waist from behind.
You could feel the gentle press of his hips against you, and the warmth of his breath brushing your neck as he leaned in closer.
The scent of his cologne created an intoxicating atmosphere around you both as a shiver ran down your spine.
You couldn’t help but lean back into him, feeling the solidness of his toned body against yours, subconsciously grinding into you.
“Fuck..you see what you’re doing to me love?”
You might not have been able to see it, but you definitely felt it.
And you’d be lying if you said you weren’t loving every second.
“I did all this? And here I thought you were mad at me..”
“What’s there to be upset about when I have a gorgeous girl making me dinner?”
In a swift motion, he spun you around and lifted you onto the countertop with ease, his hands resting gently on your waist.
He starts kissing you softly, his lips brushing against yours with a tenderness that sends shivers down your spine.
he moves down to your chest, each kiss igniting a fire within you before pausing only when he heard your small giggle.
“Well your impatient.”
“…Can you blame me? Your the one who sent that text.”
“So you did like it, huh?”
He locks eyes with you for a second and without waiting for a response, he dives back into those passionate kisses, his lips moving with a fervour that made your head spin.
You hear the sound of his belt rustling, the unmistakable sound of fabric hitting the floor, and at this moment you were both in nothing more than your underwear, the cold slab of the counter only causing you to feel even more sensitive to his touches.
He wasted no time in positioning you on the counter, angling your body slightly to grant him easier access. With a gentle motion, he moved your panties aside and entered you with a deep, guttural moan.
“S-shit..you always this tight sweetheart?”
You held onto the countertop firmly as he began to move slowly, being cautious not to cause you any discomfort.
However, eager for him to pick up the pace, you decided to playfully tease him with your words, knowing he would take your playful banter to heart.
In response, he began to thrust into you with relentless intensity, leaving you no time to catch your breath.
His warm breath brushed against the side of your neck as he tried to stifle the desperate sounds threatening to escape him.
This was your fault
All of this was.
You made him like this, he’d never act this irrational before until he met you.
You caused this change in him, and now you were paying for it..with pleasure of course.
(Imagine the rest I’m tired)
Characters: Akashi, Tsukishima, Iwaizumi, kuroo, Akaashi, Ushijima, Osamu, Geto, NANAMI, LUCIFER, Satan, AYATO, Neuvillette, Zhongli (any character you like)
Bonus:
The type to not open the text
You had been at home for about an hour, perched on the counter, intently observing your boyfriend while cradling a cup of your favorite drink.
But today, your excitement was overshadowing the tranquility of the moment.
Patiently, you waited. And waited. And waited
Fucking hell, when is this man gonna look at his phone?
You had sent him a text that was meant to be flirty, a little dirty, and definitely a hint at what you were hoping for later.
But as the minutes ticked by and he remained blissfully unaware, it was becoming increasingly clear that you might need to show him the text directly for him to understand just how horny you were at that moment.
So, you decided to take action.
“Babe can I have your phone?”
“Yeah sure whatever.”
Well that was easy. Green flag ig.
you opened his messages and noticed you were the most recent contact, complete with an adorable nickname he would never admit to using.
It made you smile, a warm flutter in your chest, but you quickly shook it off.
This was not the time for mushy feelings; you had a mission.
You tapped on your profile before shoving his phone in front of his face causing him to lean back slightly, his eyebrows knitting together in confusion.
“..what are you doing?”
“Read.”
He gave you a puzzled look before his eyes scanned the message.
He’s pausing now.
He’s looking up at you.
And back down at the message.
“Why would you call it a sword?”
“Is that really what you’re focused on?”
“Well, yes, because I’m not sure if I should be offended or not…”
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“Are you mad at me?”
…
“Babe?”
You could feel your boyfriend's hand resting on your hip as you turned your back to him while lying on the bed.
You weren’t mad at him, of course not.
You weren't angry with him, not at all.
You simply had a lot of built-up sexual frustration.
It wasn't as if he could do anything about it; you would love for him to, but ultimately, it was his decision.
“…you wanna cuddlefuck?”
Never in your life did you expect to hear such words come from his mouth, especially in such a crude manner.
You quickly turned your head to look at him, still keeping your back turned.
“You for real?”
"Why not? I've been thinking about it for a while," he replied.
You could only gaze around in disbelief at this unexpected revelation.
Within seconds, he had you stripped down filled with his cock, teeth grazing your neck while his hand explored your body.
It was such an erotic scene it looked like the cover of a hentai, only less..graphic.
However, his thrusts were so lazy it only heightened your frustration, prompting you to take control.
Without warning, you began to grind against him, eliciting a deep moan from his lips.
“Ngh..H-hey..at least fucking warn me when your gonna d-do that..”
Warn him my ass.
If he was going to moan like that, you certainly weren't going to! Who would?
Let’s just say your night ended with both of you cuddling up with each other and a bunch of smooches and allat stuff.
Goodnight.
Characters: GIYUU, Sanemi, kageyama, SUNA,, BELPHAGOR, Wriothesley, laois (any character you like)
Authors note: IM SORRYYYY I GOT LAZYYY but it’s only bc I’m writing a smutty fic rn which will be out when I decide for it to be out. So take these crumbs and be thankful.
Warnings: None. Just infatuated boys ig…
It was your typical Sunday movie night, a comforting routine before the reality of work awaited you both the next day.
You and your boyfriend had a tradition of keeping the night lively, so why not indulge in your favorite takeout?
“Hey babe? Where should we order from?” you called out from your cozy spot on the couch.
He peeked out from the cabinet, taking a moment to think before he replied,
“I’m easy; you know what I like.” He walked over, setting down two wine glasses.
“You wanna drink wine? It better not have alcohol, I’ve got work tomorrow y’know?”
He rolled his eyes playfully as he settled next to you.
He waited patiently, the sound of your phone ringing filling the space as he focused on pouring wine for both of you.
“Oh, and can I get the…”
His thoughts drifted until you gently poked him, signaling for his order. He quickly chimed in, and you continued,
“Ah..yeah, Sorry about that. My husband would like the special fried rice, no peas, please. That’s it, thank you! Bye!”
The type to not even realise it
You wore that familiar mischievous grin, the one that always hinted at your scheming, but when you glanced at your boyfriend, he seemed completely unfazed.
Instead, he was busy scrolling through movie options, casually asking for your thoughts.
..is he deaf or something?
You had even stressed the "husband" part, and this was his response?
You would be lying if you said you didn’t feel disappointed, and sort of offended!
With a scoff, you leaned back on the couch, arms wrapped around your legs.
This caused him to look at you.
“Baby, you alright?”
“Peachy.” you replied, though you were anything but.
How could he not have picked up on what you said? You had made it so clear, and now he was unintentionally ruining your plans.
You let out a heavy sigh, making sure he heard it.
“…what did I do now?”
“Oh nothing..”
The truth was, that was exactly why you felt upset—because he had done nothing. No reaction whatsoever.
But maybe it was just a misunderstanding; perhaps he hadn’t heard you.
Maybe you just needed to rephrase it.
“I heard this movie was good, you wanna watch it?”
“Sure, I’d love to, hubby.”
he reaches his arm out pulling you closer to him.
“Cool, I’ve actually had it on my mind for quite some time”
Okay this is just stupid.
There was NO way he hadn’t noticed your earlier comment.
It was painfully obvious, and it felt cringeworthy that he missed it. Maybe he was just playing dumb.
“Babe.”
“Yeah?”
“Can you repeat what I said like 2 seconds ago?”
“Um, okay..you said, ‘sure I’d love to, hubby’…” He blinked at you, clearly confused. “why do I need to repeat that?”
“Oh, just curious. Can you say the last word of that sentence?”
“Hubby?”
Suddenly, it clicked for him, and you could see the blush creeping onto his cheeks.
“Oohh…”
“Yeah, oh.”
“Y-you called me your husband, huh?”
“Yep, I did.”
“That’s cute, but I’m still your boyfriend, baby.”
He’s genuinely very confused and making it painfully obvious with the look he’s giving you.
“Who the hell you calling husband?”
Why did you just call him your husband?
He’s not your husband.
He’s not anyone’s husband!
He’s not even married!
At least, not yet… wait, are you actually thinking of proposing to him?! The very idea sends a jolt of panic through him.
He can’t let you take the lead on that!
Sure, ordering food might feel like a proposal in some bizarre universe, but if you were to pop the question instead of him, it would be a blow to his manhood , and he needs that manhood intact!
“I’m not your husband.” He insists.
“I didn’t say you were my husband”
Girl y’know damn well
“Y-yes you did! I just heard you say it!” His voice rises slightly, a hint of desperation creeping in as he tries to make sense of the situation.
“Maybe it was the wind..” you say with a casual shrug, lifting the wine glass from the table and taking a sip, as if the whole conversation is nothing more than a lighthearted joke.
He shoots you a glare, his brows furrowing in annoyance. “Stop messing with me.”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about…” you reply, feigning innocence, but the playful smirk on your lips gives you away.
“Oh, you know exactly what I mean! Y-you, I—ugh.”
“Look, it was just a slip of the tongue,” you say, trying to diffuse the tension, but the glimmer of mischief in your eyes suggests you’re enjoying this far too much.
“A slip of the tongue? You just casually referred to me as your husband. That’s not something you just slip into conversation.”
“Maybe I was just testing the waters,” you tease, leaning back into the couch, your expression playful yet challenging.
Honestly, he could have made an effort to contain his excitement a bit. But like a puppy with its tail wagging in pure joy he’s just so incredibly thrilled to hear you refer to him as your husband.
The way his eyes light up at the sound of those words is almost infectious, and you can’t help but smile at his enthusiasm.
“Baby..” he start, his voice a mix of eagerness and anticipation.
He’s completely lost in the moment, no longer focused on choosing a movie; that thought has faded to the background, overshadowed by the warmth of your connection.
“Yeah?”
“Say it again.”
His request is almost a whisper, but the intensity behind it is palpable.
He’s practically glowing, leaning in closer, invading your personal space with an eagerness; the way he looked at you, with those wide, adoring eyes that make your heart flutter.
“…say what again?" you tease, a playful smirk dancing on your lips.
You know exactly what he wants, but you can’t resist the urge to draw it out a little longer.
“Y’know..come on, say it baby, please?”
His voice is laced with a mix of desperation and delight, and you can see the way his cheeks flush with excitement.
It’s as if the very idea of being called your husband fills him with a joy that he can hardly contain.
You take a moment, letting the silence stretch between you, enjoying the way he leaned in even closer, his breath warm against your skin.
Eventually, you relent, your heart swelling with affection.
“You mean me calling you my husband?”
“God, I love the sound of that,” he breathes, his smile widening as he pulls you into a tight embrace burning his face in between your neck inhaling your scent.
Authors note: look yall. I know i didn’t really take this seriously BUT BUT BUTTT you either take it or leave it.
Warnings: NSFW Content
Praise kink
You kind of stumbled upon his kink by accident. It wasn’t like you were totally convinced, so you figured you’d give it a shot, and honestly, you were not disappointed.
Maybe it was the way he shivered in pleasure, the cutest little whine escaping his lips as you tell him how much of a good job he’s doing making you feel amazing.
“S-stop saying- fuck..stop saying stuff like that..”
It was impossible for him to conceal the redness that crept across his face.
He’d be lying if he didn’t say it flipped a switch inside of him. For that entire day, he was a beautiful mess, completely under your influence. He still denies it though.
Role playing
OKAY YOU NEED TO UNDERSTAND WHYY I BELIEVE THIS.
So y’all know the episode with him and mob as highschool girls? Yeah.
His whole personality in the entire show is him being a conman, this man IS into role playing.
You probably have to be with him for a lil while for him to actually ask if you could both try it out, and yes you were willing to because this is reigen, and we’d do anything for him.
“Hey, um..babe?” He starts, shifting slightly in the bed you were already cosied up in.
“Yeah? Something up?”
“No, no..I just- well, y’know..was thinking..”
You set your phone aside and turn to look at him.
“..about?”
“Well um..it’s k-kinda embarrassing.” He adds, a flush creeping onto his cheeks.
“Reigen, baby, just spill it. I’m not gonna bite your head off.”
He bites his lip for a moment before finally revealing his thoughts.
“Can we try roleplaying?”
“…like In Roblox?”
“What? No! The- the adult kind!”
“Ooh…I see what you mean.”
It would kick off with a light scenario of a forbidden romance between a boss and their employee, and to be honest he was happy with just that, because my GOD was it the best sex of his life.
Maybe it was because you were so into the role- I mean, who knew you could so hot?
Seriously, one day he’s definitely going to ask you to ride him on his actual office chair.
Oral sex
This man is a sucker for receiving.
Imagine him being so stressed from work after handling a spirit with mob that all he can do is just fall back on the couch and groan loudly about how long and hard his day has been.
This is the obvious sign you NEED to take before ripping off the restraints covering his oh so perfectly shaped cock..to you at least.
Just give him a few licks at his tip, and he’s thanking you like you were an angel sent down just for him.
“Ah..f-fuck, what’d I do to d-deserve you..”
Seriously though, he’s so incredibly thankful for you and everything you’ve done for him.
Bonus for you being able to just allow for him to relax like this. He could marry you if you asked for it. ONLY if you asked.
Now giving though.
This man is eating you WELL. Like proper devouring you. HAVE YOU SEEN THE WAY HE EATS AT THE DINER WITH MOB?
BROS SCUFFING BURGERS DOWN HIS THROAT, HES SURE AS HELL SUCKING OUT EVERYTHING YOU’VE GOT.
Cock warming
Sometimes all a guy needs is his girl.
Preferably in his lap..maybe also on his cock.
So why not have the whole package? Cock warming.
I don’t see y’all really doing this often..maybe in his office, like once a blue moon?
I’m not saying it HASN’T happened before though, but it’s not often because we ALL know YOU wouldn’t be able to control yourself and instead start riding the fuck outta this man. I would too don’t worry
Just imagine him complaining about how you keep moving around too much AGRHHH then he gets all
“fuck, I might c-cum from that..”
AND AND AND THEN HES BEGGING YOU TO ACTUALLY RIDE HIM PROPERLY AND HE CUMS AND EVERYONES HAPPY 🤗🤗 the end.
Authors note: Dw they’re all horny for you, umm if it looks like I got lazy it’s bc I did. (POST-TIMESKIP!!)
Warnings: NSFW Content, Femdom(ish), vaginal sex, riding and uhhh find out the rest urself.
The plan was set.
You were just going to do your usual grocery run, but hold off putting the new found perfume on until you were at the door step.
That way, when you walked in, the scent would hit him like a wave, making it clear even for him to notice something different about you.
It was perfect! And soon the plan was to come into play as you sprayed yourself head to toe in its mist.
You tucked the bottle away deep in your grocery bag, then unlocked the door, the keys jingling softly as you did.
“Hey baby, I’m back.”
You say, shutting the door behind you and setting the groceries on the kitchen counter. “So what’ve you been up to?”
You shot him a quick glance from the couch, an innocent smile on your face.
The type to invade your personal space
What the... what the hell did you do? Something feels off here. He can sense it—no, he can practically smell it.
You’ve pulled a fast one, and he’s gonna find out what exactly it is..
“Me? Oh I’ve been up to absolutely nothing..like nothing at all.” he says, strolling over to you, a knowing smirk on his face.
“But the real question is though..what exactly have you been up to, huh?..”
You hadn’t realised just how close he had really gotten to you, until you took your eyes away from the ingredient in your hand to look at him, a palm rested onto the kitchen counter as he leaned in closer to you.
You didn’t waver though. You knew this was only an effect of the perfume working it’s magic, he was probably just trying to get a better whiff of you.
Everything was going according to plan..
“Well, I was just picking up some things for the house and dinner tonight. Thought I’d whip up your favorite, you know?”
You suddenly feel a grip on your shoulder as he turns you to face him. He takes this newfound opportunity as a chance to bury his nose into your neck.
“Jesus..” what hell did you actually do? Why’s he feeling so..bothered. And why do you look so attractive all of a sudden. Not that you’re not always beautiful, but right now... you’re just breathtaking, and it’s stirring up all sorts of feelings in him. “Why do you smell like this..”
Perfect. Everything was unfolding just as you wanted it! Sure, you didn’t expect him to take the bait so quickly, but who’s complaining? You knew what was coming; after all, this is your boyfriend.
“Hm? Smell like what, handsome? I always smell like this..” You wanted to tease him, to see how far he’d go with it. That turned out to be your biggest mistake.
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Now your legs were sore, your hips bruised, and your back aching, all while he continued thrusting up into you.
How was he still going? You had been lost in this rhythm for what felt like ages, your bodies entwined and slick with each other's essences.
“Ah-..Fuck..y-you feel so good..”
The air around you was thick with the scent of sweat and desire, a heady mix that only intensified the connection you both shared.
“And you s-smell..so so amazing..shit..it’s got me all types of f-fucked up..”
His face was flushed, lips slightly parted as he breathed heavily, each sound escaping him, a testament to the pleasure building between you.
His grip on your hip grew firmer, guiding your movements up and down his length with a deliberate urgency that sent shivers down your spine.
You could feel the heat radiating from his body, the way his muscles tensed and flexed beneath your touch, each thrust igniting a fire deep within you.
“I-I don’t think m’gonna last long if you keep t-tightening-..fuck..like that baby..”
The quick, shallow breath he took and the tension in his abdomen were unmistakable signs that he was nearing his peak again, ready to fill you completely once more.
You could see the way his eyes filled with desire, the intensity of his gaze locking onto yours as if trying to convey everything he felt in that moment.
It was a silent conversation, one that spoke of longing and need, of a connection that transcended words.
You leaned in closer, your lips brushing against his ear, whispering sweet nothings that only fueled the fire between you.
You begin to rock your own hips against him, matching his thrust causing a small whine to escape his lips, and in return sending waves of pleasure coursing to you.
You could feel the heat pooling in your belly, a delicious ache that begged for release. The way he moved under you, the way he held you, made you feel cherished and desired all at once.
With the broken moan he let out, you could feel him surrenderer to the moment, releasing all he had left inside of him into you and allowing the sensations to wash over him, a small whimper leaving his lips feeling you pulse around him.
You couldn’t help but lose yourself in the pleasure that enveloped you both, and to think..
He knew from the moment you entered the room something was off.
Now, he couldn’t shake off his suspicion.
What had exactly changed about you..was it your clothes? Nah..it couldn’t be that.
Maybe you styled your hair differently?..no that’s just stupid; anyone would notice that.
He was so caught up in his thoughts he didn’t even realise just how long he had been staring at you, examining every little detail like you were some kind of puzzle.
It was a little unsettling to say the least but you continued on with sorting out the groceries.
“Hey babe, can you help me with this?”
“No.”
You look at him confused and quite frankly offended.
This mf really just said no to you.
“What do you mean, no?”
“I can’t get close to you.”
That’s exactly the OPPOSITE of what the perfume is supposed to do! It’s supposed to attract him towards you not make him act like a deer in headlights!
“What- why?” You say a little too disappointingly for your liking.
“If I did, I might do something bad.”
Something bad? What could he possibly mean by something ba- ohh…oh. Oh.
Would it be funny if you just said that you wanted him to do that ‘bad’ thing.
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Okay take back everything you said. This is not funny anymore.
In fact this is just back breaking especially with the way he’s pounding into you all while pressing his face deep inside the crook of your neck.
“H-hah..fuck..I-is this good for y-you too, baby?..”
You can feel the warmth of his breath against your skin, as he struggled to stifle his moans, the soft, enticing sounds escaping him despite his best efforts.
You would be lying if you said this wasn’t exactly what you wanted; after all, you did choose to wear that perfume, the one you knew would draw him in.
I guess you just didn’t anticipate such a strong reaction from him, the way his body responded to your presence, as if he’d been waiting for this moment all along.
The whole experience was incredibly distracting, especially with him so close to your ear, his breath hitching with every whispered compliment you offered.
“F-fuck..pull on my hair..p-please baby..m’so close for you..”
Each time your fingers tangled in his hair, you can feel the tension in his body falter, his hips instinctively responding to your words.
It was as if your gentle praise unlocked something deep within him, a vulnerability that made the air between you thick with unspoken desire.
He didn’t need no perfume to make love to you like this.
You throw him a quick look, a playful smirk creeping onto your face as you plop down next to him on the couch. With a dramatic sigh, you turn to him.
“Honestly, I was thinking about whipping up something new for us, but I’m not sure it’ll turn out great… Oh! You won’t believe who I bumped into at the store earlier—…”
‘Blah blah blah proper name, place name, backstory stuff..’ (PLEASE TELL ME YOU KNOW WHAT IM TALKING ABOUT)
This man is not listening to a single thing your saying.
Everything is just going through one ear and out the other.
Yet, he’s nodding along, pretending to listen, his eyes locked on yours and occasionally flicking to your lips.
You’ve got him hook line and sinker.
“Babe. Babe, are you even listening to me?”
“..Huh? Y-yeah, you were talking about.. your friend?”
Right, because chopping tomatoes has everything to do with friends.
“Oh really? And what exactly was I saying about said friend?”
“I- you were..y’know..stuff?”
You raise an eyebrow at him
“Look baby I can’t concentrate right now. I don’t know what you did, but my mind is wandering to places it shouldn’t, and it’s messing with me, so please…”
“..please what?” You know what he wants.
“Help a guy out? I know you can see it..”
Oh, you definitely could see it. You could see the huge hard on he had right now, and here he was, asking for your help—there was no way you were going to turn him down.
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He let out a deep sigh, tilting his head back against the couch, overwhelmed by the pleasure coursing through him as he struggled to maintain eye contact with you.
“You look a-absolutely stunning like this, my love…” His voice was a low murmur, thick with desire, as he took in the sight of you.
The way your mouth enveloped him, gently teasing his skin, sent shivers down his spine, igniting a fire within him that he could hardly contain.
Your lips moved with a tantalising rhythm, each caress sending waves of ecstasy through his body.
“Mhm..like that, k-keep sucking on it like that beautiful..”
He could feel the warmth of your breath, the softness of your touch, and it was all too much to bear.
His hands instinctively found their way to your hair, fingers behind your head, as he tried to guide you, to pull you even closer.
“Jus a l-little more for me baby m’already so close because of you..”
The way your hands explored him, tracing the contours of his body, ignited a primal urge deep within him.
Every gentle stroke, every teasing touch drew a soft gasp from his lips, a sound that echoed the intensity of the moment.
Before long, his breath caught in his throat, and without any warning, he released himself into your mouth.
Soft murmurs of "m’sorry" and "thank you" slipped from his lips, each word laced with a mixture of guilt and gratitude, as if he were acknowledging the weight of the moment while simultaneously surrendering to it.
He tilted his head back again, exposing the graceful curve of his neck, while a deep, guttural moan escaped him.
He clutched the couch for support, his fingers digging into the fabric as he began to calm himself down
He’d be lying if he said he didn’t like that perfume.
This probably may have been the fastest you had ever seen this lazy ass man get up from the couch and willing ask to help you with something without you telling him to.
This perfume was doing its damn job alright.
And you were liking it already.
“You sure babe? Do you even know where most of these things go?” you asked, a hint of skepticism in your voice.
“…No, but that doesn’t mean I can’t try for once, right?”
“Yeah sure..” you conceded, your curiosity piqued by his sudden determination.
“Just relax and take it easy. Please. I’ve got this covered.” he assured you, his tone confident and light.
You let him gently guide you back to the couch, ensuring you stayed seated while he headed to the kitchen.
A few moments later, he returned to you.
“Finished already? That was fast—”
Your words were abruptly silenced as another set of lips met yours, warm and insistent.
The unexpected kiss sent a jolt of surprise through you, momentarily stealing your breath away.
You had been caught off guard, your playful teasing hanging in the air like a forgotten thought.
When the kiss finally broke, you both pulled back slightly, as he rested his gaze on you his chest rising gently.
“I want 10 of em.”
“..10 of what?”
“kids.” He replies with a stern look on his face.
“...”
“Is that a yes?”
“You’re joking, right?”
“I’m being deadass.”
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Well let’s just say he was NOT joking, and was very much being true to his words.
He intended to have those 10 kids, but first, he needed to prepare you.
That's why you found yourself on the bed, your legs resting on his shoulders as he immersed himself in your warmth.
“Mm..so good..you taste so fucking good..”
He was devouring you like a man starved, his tongue skillfully teasing your clit and occasionally sucking on it, making your legs tighten around him even more.
How many times had you cum already with his restless mouth?
Just how long did he plan on keeping this up?
You were already worn out, and now your legs were killing you.
“One more for me pretty girl..come on I know you can do it. You’ve got one more left in ya don’t you..” his words were muffled in with the wet sounds of your juices but you could still hear each and everyone of his dirty talk.
The way he would urge you into coming undone onto his tongue, the way his nose would brush up against your clit as his tongue pummelled into your hole.
It was all too much.
You knew you wouldn’t be able to last much longer anymore especially with his hums of approval sending all the right vibrations down to your mound.
With one last flick of his tongue against your clit, you came, fingers gripping onto his hair tightly.
When catching your breath just as you thought you had finished up with everything, do you hear the rustling of the sheets only to see him preparing to put his length into you.
“Fuck..d-don’t look at me like that princess, you know damn well we aren’t done here, especially with how hard I am now..”
Authors note: this was very rushed and not proofread sorry.
Warnings: none. Just the use of ‘baby’..scary.
You were currently on the hunt for your missing phone you dropped somewhere around the house.
Searching every nook and cranny you could feel your boyfriend's gaze on you as he silently watched you now looking underneath the couch pillows.
“Hey, have you seen my phone? I think I left it here somewhere..” He gives you a confused look
“Really? I swear I saw it on the kitchen counter like 5 minutes ago.”
“You did?” You perk up slightly before rushing over to the countertop to see it lying there.
“Yep! I found it! Thank you so much, baby.”
You shoot a grin at him before going through your unread messages.
The type to blush instantly and start malfunctioning
“..huh?”
Were his ears deceiving him or did he just hear what he thought he heard, fall from your lips…
Did you just call him baby?
His minds not playing tricks right? I mean it couldn’t be..
he’s sure- no he KNOWS you said it, because who else other than you would refer to him by that name? Hell, in that way.
It would explain why as soon as you started approaching him, the growing blush he already had on his face intensified even further while he struggled to gather his thoughts.
Wow.
You had really just called him baby.
“You good?” Your voice snaps him out of his internal conflict as a small squeal catches in his throat.
“What?..o-oh!” He scratches the back of his head nervously his eyes looking everywhere but at you.
“Y-yeah! Good, I am! Very I- uh..good.” You give him a weird look, a little confused with his wording before slowly nodding your head, “Um..sure, if you say so, babe..”
boyfriend.exe has shut down.
Woman, are you trying to kill this man? He’s practically a boiling kettle with the amount of heat running through his face and now you're coming in already with pet name number 2?? Slow your roll girl he’s not going anywhere!
He looked like a gaping fish the way he struggled for words to say back to you. He didn’t even need to reply because what you said to him was more of a statement than a question, but yet he still tried. And failed miserably.
“B-baby! Yes! I say so. I- heh..say so..”
…he’s embarrassing himself, isn’t he? Damn it to being head over heels for you.
He kinda avoided you the whole day after that because anytime he caught a glimpse of you he was reminded of 1. The pet name, and 2. How pathetic he looked in front of you when you said it. It was enough to make him start blushing once again.
You best just not talk to him though, because either way, in the end, he’ll find himself clingy onto you like a koala whining about how he hasn’t ‘felt your touch all day’.
As if that wasn’t his fault.
Cuddle this man, please. He’s a real softie at heart.
The type to smirk to themselves and tease you about it
He couldn’t help the small smug smile forming on his lips.
The way it would curl up into that arrogant grin as if it was almost pleasurable hearing you call him that, if you had seen it in action, it probably would’ve been enough to make you scoff and roll your eyes in annoyance.
He turned to face you once more, dropping his own phone down on the couch before placing his chin onto his palm, the flat part of the cushion holding his arm up, and with a slight cocky chuckle he breathed out,
“Oh? So is that what I am to you, hm?”
You regret calling him that.
You regret it so bad, because now he won’t shut up about it.
“I’m your baby, huh? Why wasn’t I made aware of this until 30 minutes ago?”
You look up from your phone a blank expression on your face. He’s right. It had been 30 minutes- so why was he still going on about it??
“Just watch your damn TV.”
“Have I told you how beautiful you look today?”
.
.
.
“Come on baby..Y’know, you don’t have to be all moody. You’re the one who started it, not me.” You could feel the heavy smirk he still had on his face as your back faced towards him.
You were ignoring him and paying more attention to the dishes you had in the sink because it was the only thing that could distract you from ripping his hair out.
It had been more than 5 hours from when you found your phone, and he was still going on about the whole ‘baby’ situation with his nonstop teasing.
It was always a ‘baby this’ or ‘baby that’- he just wouldn’t let it go!
“So baby, what’s on the menu for me, huh? Is it a homemade Italian cuisine? Oh! Or maybe some Chinese..but then what if you’re being the amazing girlfriend you are and making my fav-”
“My fist.”
“Wha-“
Let’s just say you took care of your little incident that night. I mean..at least he’s not hungry anymore.
The type to go along with it but once he’s alone he’s kicking his feet in the air
“You're welcome, babe.” He knows damn well he is not keeping his cool.
To you, sure, it may have looked like his normal stoic self, but trust me it’s a whole party inside of him.
His palms are sweating.
His heart is pounding.
His mind is racing.
Everything about him is un-orderly
Yet he’s put up a strong front that not even you can tell he’s giggling like a teenage girl inside
It wasn’t until you had left for work that he finally let loose.
He was stuffing his hands in his face trying to hide his heavy blush away from..nobody.
He’s the only one in the house, why was he acting so giddy?
He shook his head left and right like an anime girl, trying to snap out of his state before resting his head on the back of the couch looking up only to see a pair of eyes staring right back at him.
“Well you seem happy, you wanna tell me what’s going on?”
Can he die now?
Why oh why were you back already?
He couldn’t have been gushing over you for 6 whole hours..right? No.. he’s not that much of a simp..is he?
He quickly sits up straight, adjusting himself before letting out a small unfazed cough.
“Y/N. Back so soon..”
“Just wanted to pick up my lunch..forgot it on the way out.” You’re not stupid. You just saw this man scatterbrained like 5 seconds ago, and he’s not fooling you this time around; he’s not gonna avoid the question, so you ask him again.
“Did something good happen while I was gone?”
“What are you talking about?”
“I’m talking about you tweaking out on the cou-“
“I don’t know what you mean.”
“But I just saw yo-“
“No you didn’t.”
“I-“
“No.”
Don’t bring up the conversation again or else he’s going to deny everything and its existence.
Authors note: this is not spelling checked, grammar checked, punctuation checked so don’t come at me. I’m lazy.
Warnings: NSFW Content (kinda)
“Shit..babe!” He boomed to you across from the empty kitchen cabinet, before closing it to quickly put on some slides.
“I’ve gotta head out to the shop down the road for a quick minute, we’re outta snacks to eat with the movie.”
“Oh okay, see you later then, and don’t worry I won’t start the film without you..”
“You better not. Anyways bye, I love you.”
“Yeah.”
The type to walk back in and question it
He didn’t notice that you didn’t reply to him until he had closed the door behind him. That’s when it came to him.
Immediately after the door shut, he ripped it wide open again a confused and offended look on his face, as he stared down at you on the couch. “Babe.”
You turned to face him, an innocent expression painting your features. “Yeah? You forget something?”
“I think you’re the one forgetting something..” You glance around faking a puzzled look before returning your gaze to him,
“No...I don’t think I did. What are you talking about?” He was now crossing his arms at you, a disappointed look on his face.
“Y/N.” Yikes, he’s going first name bases with you; he was not playing around. It was a little funny to watch him react like this though, because you could see the small pout on his face despite the scowl he was presenting to you.
“Yes handsome?” You say mockingly wanting to see how far you could take this.
The type to not process it until AFTER they’ve bought the snacks
It was while he was tapping his card to the register that he himself also registered-
“Wait a damn minute.”
He’s rushing his ass back home, the distant yell that he dropped his snacks, left unheard from the poor cashier.
When he arrives home though..
“So..” he starts, falling back onto the couch with you. “You know you're the most gorgeous girl I’ve ever met right?” He tries buttering you up a bit in hopes it’ll get you in a ‘good mood’.
“You’re just so SO beautiful, that every time I look at you there are only hearts in my eyes..y’know that right? Right baby?..” you only nod your head trying to stop the smile forming on your face.
“I just.. love you so much y’know?”
“Thank you.”
“Baby, I love you.”
“Yeah, I heard.”
“I. Love. You.”
“Why do you keep repeating that?”
“You’re gonna make me cry.”
You say it back to him once he starts tickling the hell outta you.
The type to give you a dirty look and repeat it again LOUDER.
“..bitch.”
“Are you not gonna say it back?” Is what he would say to you, but instead he only resorted to giving you a not so…pretty look.
You knew damn well what you were doing. He’s no fool to you and your pranks, but that still didn’t explain the reason why he continued trying to make you say it back.
“Let’s try this again.”
“…” You give him a neutral look, a small smile dying to crack onto your lips.
“Bye, I LOVE you.” He tried emphasising the love part making sure you would get the hint of what he was waiting on.
“Mhm..yeah, now go buy the snacks I’m hungry.” Are you trying to get yourself killed? This is not the type of guy you should be fooling around with this kinda stuff.
“I’m not going anymore” he walks away from the door before striding over to you.
“What? Why? H-hey! What are you doin-” he grips onto your waist before hosting you onto his shoulder.
“Gotta find out why my girls being so stubborn, so what better way than..”
That’s how you ended up here, hands tied behind your back, and a blindfold on, all your senses focused on only him and the distant sound of the TV.
Every time he would say he loved you, If you didn’t reply back to him fast enough the restraints would stay on for an extra minute while he went ahead and watched the movie without you.
“I love you.” Jesus, you could practically feel the devious smirk he had on his face.
“I. Love. You. Too.” You reply with a small hiss through clenched teeth. He only chuckled at your tone giving you a slight pat on your head. “Bet you won’t try this again huh?”
The type to immediately start apologising for no reason
“I’m sorry baby, I’ll never do it again.”
He doesn’t even open the door before he’s on his knees looking up at you for some hint that you weren’t angry at him. “Please say something..”
The reason you obviously couldn’t say anything at that moment was because you just didn’t expect him to go down on his knees and beg for forgiveness for who knows what-
“Look I know this must be about eating the takeout and only leaving the empty bowl behind to make it look as though I didn’t- and this obviously must also be about me stealing your shirt and accidentally using it as a washcloth- or maybe it’s the underwe-”
“OKAY!” You yell putting both your hands in front of his face rendering him confused, “I-I get it! Okay..”
he only cocks his head to the side moments before his face drops when you tell him it was a prank.
-Bros the type to let you take control during his first time
Cw: smut smut smut um smut (virgins, like both of y’all soo) fem dom, thats all. (ALL CHARACTERS ARE TIMESKIPPED VERSIONS 🙏🙏 so basically of age.)
“A-are you sure about this, babe?..”
He felt like his heart was sinking to the deepest depths of his stomach with each passing moment. Is this a heart attack? Is this how it feels? Is he having one right now??!
He was panicking. How the hell did he get himself into this position??
“I mean, I don’t want to force you to do anything you might not like..”
Who was he kidding? He knew damn well you wanted this! But he’d just never...
“..we could always just..reschedule?”
Reschedule? Seriously?
Who the hell says, 'reschedule’ in this type of situation??? What had he gotten himself into...
He could practically feel his brain going into overdrive, the stupid word ‘error’ repeating in his mind. Why was his heart trying to wrestle its way out of his body?? Did it want him to die?!
Is this organ failure? He doesn’t want to die!!..
And the drips—no gallons of cold sweat running down his face like a marathon...
Is this normal?!? Sweating this much??
Could you see this? Was his face clammy looking??
God, he hoped you were blind to his nervousness...
This was such a stupid idea.
And all because of his big ass, egotistical, lying, good-for-nothing mouth. If only he’d just said the truth to you... The truth that he’d never done something like..this. Something so intimate..something so deep..something like having-
“Are you nervous?..”
His eyes immediately open wide. Why were his eyes even closed to begin with?! This was so embarrassing..he could feel the blush on his cheeks rise even more as he avoided eye contact with you.
..but back to the problem at hand! You were getting suspicious, which wasn’t good!
And his arms remained laying either side of your head—not because he was experienced and knew what he was doing. No. Only because he needed something to stop himself from collapsing down onto you like a nervous wreck.
He was shitting himself.
How was he supposed to do something like this to someone as gorgeous as you? And to think you were willing on your back presenting yourself to him in just your underwear...
The way your bra would cup the two fruitful breasts he had no shame burying his face in, hiding the sinful buds he’d never seen in his life—actually, there was the one time he caught you in the shower, so maybe this wasn’t going to be his first time seeing you so- fuck. He’s getting distracted...
But then there were your undies that shielded away your most vulnerable parts..and to think, you were giving that to him?.. Him????
He doesn’t even know what he’s doing, y’know?
You should know by now that he’s all talk, no action! He can’t touch you!
The thing is..he’s never actually had sex! Okay?! He admits it! It was a lie!
But you were just talking about how you want your first time to be amazing. He just-… He just didn’t want to seem lame to you! I mean, look at you!
You were so beautiful..and he was just..there? And to think you wanted him to- to-..put his D in your P?? He’d probably finish on the spot! Just imagine how embarrassing that’d be...
“Baby..”
His head perks up at the pet name, his eyes meeting yours.
“You’ve..never done this before, have you.”
Fuck.
Well
It was good while it lasted, boys.
He tried his best.
Now he can finally crawl into a hole and die.
He can’t lie to you when you look like this! You're practically naked, for Christ's sake! And he was in his boxers and- shit.
Had a raging hard boner...
He didn’t know a thing when it came to making women feel good... He’d watched the hub before. Yes, he wasn’t a prude, but still.
Did he know where exactly the hole was?
…
No.
So how was he supposed to—
“Lay on your back.”
“..What.”
“I said lay on your back.”
“But then how am I gonna..“
“I’ll do it.”
“..y-you’ll wha-“
How did he get himself into this mess?
How did the only piece of clothing covering his most precious area end up on the floor?
How did he find himself covering his mouth with the back of his hand, trying to stop the sinful sounds from escaping his lips..
How did your mouth feel so good?
“Ah..f-fuck baby..slow down a little..”
His chest only moved up and down frantically, his breathing becoming heavier as his hand found a place in your hair. He was falling apart and was so close already...
The way your tongue would flick at his tip, teasing it as you looked at him for a reaction.
The way you would suddenly take him whole, causing his back to arch slightly and his head to fall back into the pillow behind him, a stuttery whine leaving his mouth.
And then there were your hands..the way they would wrap around his cock so nicely, quick strokes being made, and the occasional massage of his balls.
Fuck it was 'so good..’ as he would say it.
you sure you were a virgin?
This doesn’t seem like virgin behaviour to him...
He was so deep in thought, so dazed that the only thing he could think of was coming undone. He felt good..way too good, so good that—
“Baby!- w-wait..mhf!..ah-..I’m gonna cum..”
“Y-Your mouth-..fuck..so good..sogoodd..”
Then you stopped.
…why did you stop?
Did he do something wrong? Why did you just...
He felt his thoughts come to a halt as he watched you pull off your undies, his eyes wandering down to your..oh wow. You really were going to do this.
You gently place a hand on his chest, using your other to grip his cock, causing him to suck in a breath at the sudden contact.
He was sensitive and on the verge of finishing just from a slight touch..it was adorable.
Your hips ride up above his pelvis just right enough for the lips of your pussy to wet his cock with your juices.
Were you trying to kill him here?
All he could do was watch and whine softly as he hoisted himself up with his elbows.
He wanted to be inside you.
Wanted you to take him
Be his first, just as he was about to be yours.
He needed it badly, and so you gave it to him.
Sweaty, hot, messily.
You were so beautiful...
The way you held your tits from bouncing up and down while riding him, a hand still placed on his chest as your head slightly tilted back from the pleasure you were receiving.
He was making you feel this good..him.
He felt so embarrassed with the sounds that were falling from his lips—the whimpers, whines, and moans of your name—all just for you.
Fuck he loved you.
He was so in love...
He couldn’t hold it in anymore. He could feel the coil in his stomach begin to tighten as his cock twitched inside of you.
He was gonna cum
And you knew that.
You both did
“Y-you’re so..t-tight..fuck.”
“How do you f-feel this good?”
“So beautiful..h-how did I ever deserve you?..”
“Fuck d-dont clench around me like that baby..”
“I wanna cum for you baby..please..”
“I’m so glad you were my first time..”
“D-don’t..say things like that..it’s so dirty..”
“I-i can’t baby..i-I’m gonna-“
A wonderful first time for both of you, if you ask me.
Characters I had in mind while writing this
REIGEN (mob psycho 100)
All might, present mic, DENKI, sero (my hero academia)
annaxmalina
baratheonpilled
tangentwithtanner
pixelskylines
dededos
vaporwave
yousharknotpass
turnnoffyourmind
janainaart