#marito

[daily-total-drama-mike]

Day 15 From this post

[doumadono]

Warnings: smut w/o plot, fem!Reader, doggy style, spanking

Synopsis: fuming with anger after losing to Kenichirou, Marito heads back to the Siguma Squad base. There's only one way to help him de-stress, and you're more than ready to help

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As you sat on the worn-out couch in the Siguma Squad base, your heart raced with fear.

Marito, the leader of the Siguma Squad, had just returned to the base after a heated confrontation with his archenemy, Kenichirou. Another confrontation with his greatest foe had left him feeling defeated and humiliated. His fists clenched and unclenched as he tried to suppress the rage that threatened to consume him. His body was drenched in sweat and his breaths were heavy, filled with rage and frustration. "I need a release," Marito muttered under his breath, pacing back and forth through a spacious chamber.

You could see the adrenaline coursing through his veins. As you approached Marito, you could see a storm raged in his eyes, a tempest of anger and hurt. You steeled yourself, knowing you must act carefully. "Easy there, tiger," you whispered, trying to calm him down, rubbing your hands up and down his robust chest.

But Marito had other ideas. He grabbed you by the waist, pulling you closer to him. His rough hands slid up your skirt, finding their way to your cotton panties. It turned out there was a damp spot on them already. "Ah, you're already wet for me," he snarled, his fingers exploring your folds after pushing your panties aside.

You moaned softly, surrendering to his touch. You understood that when he was filled with anger like that, there was only one way to ease his tension. Sex.

Marito wasted no time, tearing off your panties and unzipping his pants with a shaking hand.

He pushed you down on the couch, your chest pressed against the cool leather. Marito roughly grabbed your hips, positioning himself behind you after pushing his dark pants down his legs.

You felt his hard cock probing your entrance, threatening to plunge deep inside you.

"Oh, tiger…" you whispered, your voice barely above a whisper.

He didn't need any more encouragement - your voice was so sweet that his hard cock twitched uncontrollably. With a powerful thrust, he buried himself inside you, filling you to the brim. "Fuuuck," he grunted, delivering a harsh spank to your left ass cheek. "Always so fucking wet and tight." Marito started pounding you hard, his hips slapping against your ass with each brutal stroke.

You cried out with pleasure, the sound of your moans mixing with the sound of your skin slapping together.

"Fuck, you feel so good," Marito growled, his hands gripping your hips tighter. He began spanking you, the sound of his hand connecting with your flesh echoing through the room. He lifted your short skirt, raising it over your hips to watch his dick covered in your slick moving in and out of your pussy. "Yeah, fuck yeah."

You yelped with each strike, the pain only adding to the pleasure. "Harder, Marito, harder," you begged, pushing back against him.

He obliged, his thrusts becoming more forceful, his spanks more brutal. Marito reached around, finding your clit with his fingers. He began rubbing it in circles, sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body. He then pulled you closer, his other hand reaching for the small of your back. He grabbed a handful of your ass, squeezing it as he pushed into you, staying still for a second or two, only to start fucking you hard again, watching your ass jiggle with every thrust he delivered.

You could feel your orgasm building, your velvety muscles clenching around his cock. "Tiger, 'm gonna cum," you moaned, your voice barely above a whisper as you went lower on your hands, sticking your ass more to him.

"Cum for me, babe," he growled, his fingers moving faster.

The couch creaked under your combined weight, threatening to give way any moment.

You could feel Marito's cock swelling inside your pussy, and you knew he was close too. You pushed back against him more, meeting each thrust with one of your own. "Yes!" you cried out as you came, your pussy clenching around his throbbing cock.

Marito followed soon after, his cock twitching inside you as he filled you with his sticky cum. "Fuck, I needed that," he whispered, his lips finding your neck.

You smiled, your body still trembling with pleasure as you looked at him above your shoulder. "I always know how to calm you down."

Marito chuckled, pulling out of you, spreading your ass cheeks to watch his cum seeping out of your pussy. "Yeah, you do, babe." Jin stood up from the couch, readjusting his pants, tucking his flaccid cock in them, and stretching like a cat. "Forgot how tiring sex can be. I'm hungry. Want some maji kebab?"

[shiruba-tsuki]

Jin Marito ✧ Bucchigiri?! ep. 02

[candy-babylove]

Una situazione che adoro è quando nei locali o altrove qualcuno, come un amico, mi palpa il seno, fa scivolare la sua mano sotto il mio vestitino per accarrezarmi e m4sturbarmi la figh3tt4 e mi bacia infilandomi la lingua in bocca mentre siamo davanti e parliamo con mio marito... incrocio il suo sguardo e vedo l'eccitazione salire nei suoi occhi, e pantaloni.

[leprovocazionidisasha]

Quando un marito ti rende felice non importa di chi sia il marito.

Web 👗🧥

[raccoon-lettuce2]

i am genuinely tempted to watch bucchigiri for this matchablossom love child looking guy someone it’s only 12 eps so that makes it easier for me to watch someone PLEASE tell me if it’s good and if this guy is a good character i love him already im lowkey probably gonna watch it anyways i just want others opinions first

[secretumii]

I watched bucchigiri and just HAD to draw Marito

[libero-de-mente]

Caro diario,

stamattina sono andato al supermercato. Come sempre, ho parcheggiato al piano interrato: con questa giornata soleggiata, lasciare l’auto in superficie sarebbe come trasformarla in un forno a microonde pronto a cuocerti vivo. Finiti gli acquisti, mi dirigo al montacarichi per scendere al parcheggio.

Sono solo in attesa, ma quando le porte si aprono, mi accorgo di una presenza silenziosa alle mie spalle. È una signora, rispettosa della fila, intenta a studiare lo scontrino della spesa. Spesa che, curiosamente, non vedo da nessuna parte. Mah.

Da buon galantuomo, arretrando, le cedo il passo, offrendole la precedenza. Lei rompe il silenzio con un “Grazie”, distogliendo per un attimo lo sguardo dallo scontrino.

Una volta nell’ascensore, dopo un momento di silenzio, attacca bottone: - Lei è proprio un cavaliere, sa? Mi ha ceduto il passo. Mio marito, invece, con la spesa, ha raggiunto l’ascensore prima di me e non mi ha aspettata. Come dovrei comportarmi?

Scherzando, rispondo: - Lo abbandoni.

- Abbandonare? E dove?

- All’IKEA. Ventimila metri quadrati sono più che sufficienti per mandare in tilt qualsiasi uomo. Tra Kadregä, la sedia che non si piega mai, e Kükkiaerellä, il mestolo in legno che ti fa sentire un cuoco stellato, noi maschi andiamo nel panico. E se poi trova in offerta Ullä, la bambola che si monta e ti trastulla… è finita. Tornerà a casa dopo giorni, implorando pietà.

Scoppia a ridere. Tra risate e qualche chiacchiera, arriviamo al parcheggio. Con la coda dell’occhio, noto un signore che carica la spesa nel bagagliaio di un’auto. Sente la voce della moglie, si volta e mi fissa con un’aria inquietante, come se volesse incenerirmi.

Mentre mi allontano, lo sento interrogare la moglie: - Chi era quello?

- Un cavaliere – risponde lei, con un sorrisetto.

- Un cavaliere?!

- Sì!

Accelero il passo, temendo che mi sfidi a un duello d’altri tempi. Ma quando sono ormai vicino alla mia auto, mi volto un’ultima volta. Il marito, ancora accigliato, sta armeggiando con un carrello che non vuole saperne di muoversi. La signora, con un’espressione sorniona, gli dice: - Tesoro, magari il cavaliere può aiutarti con quello. O preferisci andare all’IKEA a cercare una soluzione?

E io, caro diario, sono salito in macchina e sono partito a razzo, pregando di non trovarmi mai più in un triangolo amoroso tra un carrello ribelle e un mestolo di nome Kükkiaerellä.