contains: gn reader, established relationship, bottom reader, top nanami, rough sex, choking but not really, degredation, tiny bit of overstim, creampie, sexy sexy consent
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You know that as his partner, Kento would give you anything you desired. He was a perfect gentleman. But that didn’t mean that you were sometimes too nervous to ask.
The way he slowly rocked his hips, grinding his heavy cock into the deepest parts of your body. He was already giving you so much.
But you knew you could take more.
It’s not that you didn’t enjoy having sex with Kento. It was quite the opposite. Every night after a long day at work, you knew you could count on your boyfriend to send you into bliss.
Your big, strong boyfriend. Who used his built arms to carry in your groceries. Who used his veiny hands to scratch under stray cats’ chins. Whose broad back you clung to after your feet got too tired to keep walking. Underneath all those muscles and a cold glare, was a warm, empathetic heart. You knew that he would never hurt you.
But sometimes, you wanted him to.
“Baby…” he groaned as he sunk into you again. “Baby?” he repeated, but this time inquisitive.
“Huh?” You turned your head to look up at him. God, he looked so good from this angle — forehead glistening with a light sheen of sweat, arms caging either side of your body.
He brushed some of your hair out of the way, where it started sticking to your forehead, then dragged his hand lower until it was softly caressing your cheek. “Are you okay, my love? You were spacing out. It doesn’t hurt, does it? If it hurts, we can stop,” he said, brows furrowed in concern.
“No!” you quickly replied. The corners of his mouth turned up at how fast you responded. “It’s not that. I just… I want to ask you something.” You didn’t have a problem with advocating for your own needs, but you still felt a flush of embarrassment heat up your cheeks.
He dipped his head down to kiss your shoulder, then continued trailing kisses up your sensitive neck. He spoke right against your ear, “You know you can tell me anything.” His voice was heavy with lust, but also love.
You did know that. You knew it very well, in fact. He was the first person you wanted to share everything about yourself with — even the “bad” parts — because he was the only one who made you feel this safe. When you expressed any of your hardships or dark thoughts, he would take it all in stride. No matter what, you could depend on him to be there for you.
“I wanted to ask,” you began cautiously, “if you could be a bit rougher with me?”
If he was surprised at your request, he didn’t let it show on his face. “Rougher? Rougher how?”
You felt your cheeks get even hotter. “Like- like- harder and f-faster?”
His thrusts slowly started gaining speed, as per your request. “Go on baby, use your words,” he said encouragingly.
“And I want you to manhandle me and- Ah, Kento!” you let out a gasp as he bent and maneuvered your legs towards your torso, allowing him to slide even deeper inside of you. Your bodies were making such lewd sounds. Your bedroom was filled with the sound of a slick pap every time his cock would sink back into your slick hole and his balls would hit your ass.
This new angle felt so good. You felt like your brain was going numb from all the stimulation he was giving you. You felt his hands grip your hips so he could lift you up to meet his thrusts.
You let out your loudest moan yet when one of his hands moved to rest on your neck. He only applied a light pressure, so he wasn’t fully choking you, but the feeling of his hand on your neck was still enough to drive you insane.
“Who knew my love was such a slut?” He punctuated that last word with a particularly hard thrust. “You liked that, didn’t you? I can feel you clenching down on me.”
Your brain felt so fuzzy, all you could do was moan in response.
He paused his thrusts and grabbed your chin to make you face him. “Answer me. Use your words or I’ll stop.”
“Ah! Yes!” You ground your hips forward, trying to gain back any bit of friction. “I love it so much!” you cried out.
“Good.” He continued thrusting and quickly matched his former speed. The pace he set made it feel like the air was getting punched out of your lungs. “Now tell me whose slut you are.”
It felt so good, you forgot about any previous embarrassment you had. “Ah- Yours! Yours! I’m your slut!” you screamed out. You were getting so close, and Kento could tell that you were.
His hand reached down to play with you between your legs. You were so sensitive, it only took a few strokes of his skilled fingers to make you reach your climax.
You came hard, digging your nails into his back as cum gushed out of you. Your limbs wrapped around him, holding on for dear life as he fucked you through your orgasm.
“Good, good. That’s my baby,” he said soothingly into your ear, keeping up his brutal pace. “Just hang on a little longer for me.”
Just as he would do anything for you, you would do anything for him. So you let him keep taking you, panting and whining at the oversensitivity.
He kept chasing your tight heat, pounding into your sore hole until he came with a grunt and a shudder. You felt his cock twitch inside you as he emptied his load, his warm spurts of cum painting your insides.
Both of you were rendered a sweating, panting mess. Your chest was heaving, trying to catch your breath.
Slowly, he pulled out, and you felt a dribble of cum leak. He laid himself next to you and pulled you close to his chest. He pressed a kiss to the crown of your head and gently patted your hair. “Was that okay?”
You snuggled your body into him, like your own personal pillow. His body always felt so warm. “That was more than okay,” you purred with the pleasure of your post-coitus high. You felt his chest vibrate as he let out a chuckle.
“I’m glad,” he said, looking down at you with a soft smile. “Now let’s go get you cleaned up, baby.”
contains: bdsm, collaring, gn + sub + bottom reader
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Thinking about Nanami coming home with a small package in hand.
He pulls you onto his lap so you can open it with him. The box opens to reveal a finely made, black collar and a set of matching hand cuffs.
You start squealing, body vibrating with excitement, since you’ve always wanted a collar.
He smiles fondly at your reaction and tells you that there’s even more. Reaching inside the box, he pulls out a small velvet bag. He dumps it upside down, and a small, heart-shaped lock with a matching heart-shaped key falls into the palm of his hand.
Taking a closer look at the lock, you can see that it’s engraved with the initials NK. Immediately, you ask him to put it on you, and he obeys your request.
He fastens it securely around your neck, making sure it feels comfortable before sealing it place with the lock.
He admires the way the moonlight gleamed off of the shiny metal, and he admired the way it bounced and jingled as he took you from behind later that night. 💜
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a/n: my working title for this was “human sacrifice but make it sexy”
wc: 2.6k
contains: afab reader (otherwise gn), bottom reader, top geto, this is all roleplay btw, sensory deprivation, restraints, religious imagery, overstimulation, body worship, begging, rough sex, size kink, established relationship, pls don’t actually have sex in church
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The cathedral was so quiet at night. The only lighting inside was cast by chandeliers that hung beneath the arches, casting a dim golden glow.
It was so chilly. The cold feeling was amplified by how you wore only a silky black robe, tied at the waist. On your left, a similarly dressed man lead you slowly down the aisle by your hand, between the empty pews. You glanced up at him, taking in his long hair. His strong jaw. His intense eyes looking straight ahead.
While still keeping his gaze forward, he said, “You’re staring.” His deep voice echoed against the walls.
“I like the view,” you said simply, not averting your eyes.
He hummed in contemplation. “The moon does look beautiful tonight,” he teased. The corner of his mouth twitched upwards.
You lightly jab your elbow onto his side. “You know that’s not what I meant.”
Suguru abruptly stopped walking. You turned your gaze forward again. The reason you had stopped is because you reached your destination for tonight.
On the platform before you stood a large stone altar, cut from white marble. The front of it was adorned with intricate carvings, framed in gold. The semicircular crevice behind it was filled with white pillar candles atop golden candlesticks.
Bringing his hand that held yours up to his mouth, he planted a kiss on the inside of your wrist. “So beautiful,” he whispered. He began to trail more open-mouthed kisses down your arm until he reached your collarbone. “And all for me.” Be bit down on your pulse point, causing you to let out a gasp.
Tilting his head towards your ear, he whispered, “Let’s begin, shall we?”
He took a step back, and you immediately felt the atmosphere change. Any previous trace of humor was gone from his face. It was time to play your little game.
“Disrobe,” he commanded. The power he exuded when he spoke sent a shiver down your spine.
Slowly, you untied the knot of your belt. You immediately felt the cold air hit your skin as you opened the robe, hardening your nipples even more. Suguru reached out a hand to take it from you, leaving you fully naked and him still fully clothed.
Suguru couldn’t help but stare at your bare body. The way the candlelight illuminated your body cast an ethereal, golden glow on your skin. He thought you looked so soft and lucious. Just looking at you made the fire that burned low in his gut grow hotter, leaving him hungry for more.
Extending his other hand, he helped lift you onto the altar and maneuver your body into position. He laid you on your back, with your limbs splayed like a starfish. Starting at your ankles and then moving on to your wrists, he attached cuffs that were tied to weights on the floor, effectively rendering you immobile. As the final touch, he slid your robe’s belt out of its loops and wrapped it over your eyes. Your sight was now gone, but your other senses became heightened.
Suguru, standing near your head, looked down to admire his handiwork. You were laid out like a bountiful feast, waiting to be devoured. He brought down one hand to lightly trail it over your body. He began at the base of your neck, fingertips barely brushing against your skin. Slowly, he dragged his hand between the valley of your breasts, down the soft bump of your stomach, over the jut of your hip — walking down to the other end of the table as he did so. Your sensitive skin raised a trail of goosebumps where his hand had traveled.
When he reached the other end, he slowly slid his hand off your leg. You heard the rustle of fabric as he disrobed himself, and your heart started to beat harder in anticipation.
Leaning over the edge of the table, he brought his head down between your legs. You could feel his long hair tickle the insides of your thighs as his breath fanned over your glistening cunt. His mouth hovered over the place you wanted it the most, causing you to squirm in a futile attempt to get closer to him
“Shhh…” he said soothingly, digging his fingers into the soft flesh of your thighs. “Let me take care of you.” With that, he licked a broad stripe between your pussy lips, eliciting a loud moan from you.
You instinctively tried to grab his hair, needing something to hold on to and ground you, but you had forgotten about the cuffs. All you could do was quiver and moan as he inserted one thick finger while rolling his tongue over your clit.
He pumped that finger a few times to make sure you were wet enough and then added another. The rough pads of his fingers rubbed upwards against your walls, sending jolts of pleasure throughout your body as he continued to lap at your clit.
The obscene sounds of your cunt getting fingerfucked echoed loudly off of the walls. That combined with your high-pitched moaning sounded heavenly to Suguru, getting his cock impossibly harder. He was glad he chose not to gag you. He started pumping his fingers even faster, determined to make you cum before he entered you.
“Ah, Suguru!” you cried out.
He could get used to the way the empty building amplified your voice as you chanted his name like a prayer.
“Suguru Suguru Suguru!,” you screamed, thrashing against your restraints. “I’m so close…”
“You’re doing so well. Keep going, baby,” he said, words slightly muffled as he spoke against your pussy lips. He scissored his fingers open as wide as he could, so he could slip his tongue deep inside you, lapping up all the juices that your cunt would give him. With the hand not holding you open, he used his thumb to rub rough circles over your clit.
You came like that, yelling his name as cum flowed out of your cunt like a wave. Your thighs squeezed around his head as he continued to eat out your over-sensitive pussy while you were riding out your orgasm, your back arching off of the table.
Even as your orgasm started to subside, Suguru continued to eat it all up, licking your pussy inside and out. The lower half of his face was soaked with your messy cum as you tried to be good and hold yourself still while he made out with your pussy for his own pleasure.
When he felt satisfied enough, Suguru climbed on top of the table and crawled over your body until his face met yours. “Clean it up,” he commanded, before dipping his head down for a sloppy kiss.
It was more tongue than lips. He pressed his tongue into your mouth so you could suck it clean. His face pressed against yours smeared your fluids over your own face, filling your nose with the scent of sex.
Suguru withdrew slightly and said, “I’m sorry, dear. It looks like I’ve made quite the mess myself.” He brought his head down again to use the flat of his tongue to lick over your chin, your lips, your cheek. You moaned at the lewd slurping sounds his tongue made as it moved across your face.
Pulling back, he brought his large hands around your tits, kneading and squeezing. He admired the pornographic whines you made as he used his fingers to roughly pull at your nipples. Delectable, he thought as he bent over to suck and bite at the flesh. His fingers moved to press down on the fresh hickeys he gave you.
You were dizzy and breathing hard from pleasure, but you were ready for more. “Suguru please,” you said between pants.
You helt him him a Hmm? against your skin.
“Suguru please,” you repeated. “I need you so bad.” You could feel your own core pulsing with want.
His response was a cool breath, blown over one of the fresh bruises he made near your collarbone. “Sweetheart,” he purred seductively. “What do you want me to do?” One of his hands teasingly rubbed over your hip. So close, but not reaching where you wanted it to be.
You hated when he did this. He always made you ask, even when he already knew what you wanted. Even without being able to see him, you knew he had a cocky smile on his face.
“Please…” you began, cheeks heating up with embarrassment. “Please fuck me.”
“Hmm?” He cupped a hand around his ear, mockingly pretending to strain his ears to listen. “I can’t hear you. You need to speak up,” he teased.
“I said please!” you cried out, pulling at your restraints. “Please fuck me Suguru. I need you so much. I need you to- ah!”
He had grabbed his cock and started to rub it against your slit, lubing it up with your cum. You could feel it pulsing, betraying how much Suguru equally craved you right now, as the fat head bumped against your clit. “Keep going,” he said as he circled the tip over your entrance.
“Babe I want you to fuck me so ba-aaaaaad!” He slowly began to enter you, hissing at how hot you felt around him, stretching you out to the max. You could never get used to how big he was. His abs bumped against your torso as you arched your back. “Oh my god!” you moaned.
“Actually,” he slid in the final inch, “my name is Suguru.” Without waiting for you to reply, he slowly slid his cock back until just the tip remained inside, then slammed it back inside, setting a fast and rough pace.
You hands scratched against the marble, desperate to find something to cling onto, while Suguru fucked into you mercilessly. “It feels so so so good. Please don’t stop please,” you babbled, letting out a high-pitched ah! every time the tip of his cock kissed your cervix.
It was a spot that only he could reach. Before the two of you started dating, you had never taken anyone as big as him. The first time you slept together, you were super intimidated, but he taught you how to take his dick like a champ, and he never failed to remind you how good you were at it.
“You’re taking me so well,” he muttered into your ear. “I’m — ungh! — so proud of you.” He started kissing and sucking at the side of your neck, where he knew you were extra sensitive, making you moan even louder as he churned up your insides.
The empty building, plus there not being any pillows to muffle the sounds your mouth was making, caused your screams of his name to sound extra loud. Your thighs started trembling as you once more felt yourself get closer to the edge.
Suguru brought his hand down to rub at your clit. “That’s it. Be good and cum all over my cock, like I know you want to.”
“Suguru! Ah, Suguru! Thank you!” you screamed as your second orgasm wracked your body. Your cunt gripped him extra tight as you rode it out, your creamy cum coating his cock.
“That’s right,” he praised. “Tell them all who you belong to.”
You didn’t know who he was talking about. The gods? The angels? Your brain was too fucked out to try to make reasoning of what he said.
He hissed at the way your body kept sucking him in, like it was trying to keep him inside of it forever. He would have loved to cum inside you — to mark the inside of your body as his, just like he did to the outside — but he had already planned a different ending for tonight.
He slowly slid out of you, watching the way your pussy lips were stretched around his cock, as he pulled out with a pop. He took a second to admire his work.
Between your legs was a complete mess. Your thighs and swollen pussy were coated in a layer of your cum. You could feel even more cum sliding out of your hole, gathering in a sticky pool under your ass. If you two were at home, your mattress would have been soaked.
Suguru shuffled his body up the altar, making his way over your bruised and bitten body, until he kneeled with his legs on either side of your head. His shins pressed down on your arms, holding you in place even more.
He brought his hands to the back of your head, so he could undo the makeshift blindfold. After he untied the belt, he pulled it off and let it fall on the floor.
You didn’t notice you had been crying from all the pleasure until you felt the cold air hit your wet eyes. You blinked repeatedly, trying to adjust your vision to the dim light.
Blearily, you looked up at Suguru. He looked extra tall at this angle. His head was directly in front of one of the chandeliers, causing the crown of his head to shine in a golden ring — like a halo.
But his face was cast in shadow, and the smile on it could only be described as devilish. “Welcome back, darling. Did you have a good time?”
His thumb played with your lower lip. You were breathing out of your mouth, still trying to catch your breath, but you nodded shakily.
“Good,” he smiled, “Because I have another treat for you. Open wide.”
You did as he said, opening your lips wide and sticking out your tongue a little as he began to sink himself into your mouth.
He stopped when you gagged, knowing you reached your limit. He shallowly thrusted into your wet mouth and used his hand to stroke his remaining length. You were trying your best to suck on him, but you were feeling too weak and tired to do it properly.
That was enough for him, though. He was already on edge after holding himself back all night. “It’s alright, baby,” he said, breathing heavily. “I'm almost done.”
He pulled out and started to jerk himself off over your face, brows furrowed in concentration. You wanted to stare at the way his pecs heaved with each breath and his bangs stuck to his sweaty forehead, but you knew he was close, so you closed your eyes and stuck out your tongue in anticipation.
Almost immediately after you closed your eyes, you felt him press his throbbing tip against your tongue. “Fuck,” he grunted. He finally released the tightness in his balls as he unleashed his load.
The two of you had abstained from sex for about a week in anticipation of your little escapade, so there was a lot that came out. Although he aimed it at your mouth, stray globs splashed against your cheeks, your forehead, your eyelids. You swallowed down as much of his cum as you could, the thick fluid sticking in your throat. It tasted salty and bitter, but you gulped it down as if it were a desert oasis. Just as Suguru liked it.
“You’re perfect. You’re doing so good,” he praised, using his cock to wipe the final droplets of cum on your lips. He used his thumb to wipe off any cum around your eyes, so you could open them again. His softening cock laid against your cheek as Suguru came down from his high. You could still feel it hot and pulsating.
Your body felt boneless. What did the French call it? “The little death”? It really felt like your soul had left your body.
Maybe it had gone up to heaven. Or maybe Suguru brought heaven down to you.
