He keeps fighting you for dominance every time you try to do anything intimate
Bondage? He’s going to struggle and wriggle like crazy
Orders? Of course he’s disobeying
A slap, a spank…? Hah, he’s taunting you and saying “it didn’t even hurt, hit me harder next time”
It’s a struggle, truly a struggle. Not once can you have a peaceful, soft play. He just had to run his mouth with no filter. But fuck— you liked that power play. All of it was worth it. The punishments, the toys, your sadistic side that gets to be fulfilled in the process of earning that moment where you get him all docile and submissive. And you knew— both of you knew— that he’s deliberately playing this losing game.
To watch his snarky remarks melt into the most pathetic whimpers, that fierce gaze producing glistening tears that roll down his cheeks. Or his mind and body slowly being conquered by you, turning into a lewd mess that couldn’t do anything but beg you for more. And the reward for every successful taming? Watching him all dazed and blushing uncharacteristically so, heaving because you were so rough he couldn’t breath. It was truly a wonderful sight.
“Such a dumb, stupid toy… always starting this meaningless fight. You just want to make me angry, don’t you?” You’d say, degrading him with insults that makes him snap back, yet also makes him shudder in ecstasy. He was so down bad.
“I don’t care ‘bout you getting angry, I just want a good time. And your normal self is way too boring—ahhNghh ♡” …and another slap, leaving behind a red imprint on his skin. No matter what he said, his face didn’t lie, and this bastard was smirking at you so annoyingly.
Guess this time, your objective will be to make him eat his own words and beg you for forgiveness ♥︎
Men who are total dickwads. But specifically feminine ones (masc ones too) who get bent over at the snap of your fingers. Talking at you with a sharp tongue until you shove your fingers up their tight ass. Soon the only thing his tongue would do is hang out of his lewd mouth as he moans like a little bitch in heat
He thought he was so slick with his mask of perfection. He secretly was an insecure and pathetic waste of space. Snooping through your phone and stalking your socials as soon as you got together with him. His soft and bouncy hair pressed against the fabric of the sheets of a rando's bed. He wanted to flirt at the house party with women he didn't even know, so he's getting treated like the common whore. His beautiful eyes making contact with yours, spiteful but lust clouding his judgment.
"C'mon, can't you finger my ass a little hard-ER" He squeaked in surprise at the intrusive digit pressing right against his g-spot. Eyes shooting open. "N-NGH~ Ooughh.. R-right there..." He whined out in a slow and teasing manner, his ass wiggling to provide more friction. More than theslow turtle pace you set, he has needs you know.
A/N: this one's a bit shorter bc I've been kinda busy but I also wanted to give u guys a lil smth :P im trying to save steam so the longer fics can go to the reqs in my inbox lol
Giyuu looks so cute like this, you think to yourself. He's on all fours and his ass takes on a reddish colour, with your handprints etched on the skin. He's trembling like a leaf due to the strain, so fragile that you kinda feel bad, but your thrusts don't falter.
"Aww, are you getting tired, baby? Do you want me to take it easy on you?", you coo at him and halt your movements, which makes his eyes widen in response. "N-noo...! Please— keep punishing me!" he begs with whatever energy he has left, and who are you to deny him?
You gently lace your fingers in his head in a comforting manner, and Giyuu starts leaning into your touch, but suddenly you close your hand into a fist and push down his head into the sheets. You resume your pace and make sure to hit his sweet spot with every single plunge you take at him, but not before hitting his ass once more, making him mewl in surprise.
Like this, the usually composed hashira has no filter, so he just lets all his pretty noises fall from his lips in contrast to his quiet nature. Really, the way he's covered in his own drool and snot, tears falling from his puffy eyes and his cock leaking like a faucet is a damn sight.
"I didn't know you could look so debauched, Giyuu~ maybe I should spank you more often. What do you think, dear?", you whisper in his ears. He only groans in return, too cock drunk to give any meaningful answer.
Your grip on his hair tightens and you yank his head up. "It's rude to ignore others when they ask you a question. Answer me.", you sau in a stern tone, your gaze cold as ice now. Seems like you weren't done teaching him some manners.
Douma's still my wife but I wanted to mix things up a lil lol
naughty, horny boys who have a scent kink. they’re able to get off using one of your dirty shirts or used underwear that you threw in your laundry basket, bringing it to their nose to take a huge sniff as they jerk off to the smell. how dirty.
so imagine you come home early from running errands to find your darling jerking himself off on the bed, one hand fisting his leaky dick that’s spilling pre cum like a faucet and your used underwear in his other. you’re just standing there watching the show as he whimpers and whines and you swear you can hear little begs coming out of his mouth saying how much he wants you home right now.
you watch as his fisting becomes more frantic, signaling to you that he’s close and so you tell him to stop, which snaps him out of his state. it’s funny really, how he turns his head to look at you, the hand on his dick paused and his other hand clutching your underwear tighter.
he doesn’t apologize though, instead he begs for you to touch him. he’s just that desperate and needy right now for your touch. luckily for your darling, you like that about him.
though he is rather loud, so how about you stuff your underwear in his mouth to shut his pretty self up?
gojo satoru, toji fushiguro, itadori, rengoku kyojuro, denji, iida tenya, atsumu miya , bokuto kotaro and your favs!
note: its been a while since I’ve posted one of these
Could I get Zenitsu from demon slayer that swears he straight start to fall for male reader? Like maybe reader is confident and flirty/make dirty jokes with him but he is so deep in denial that he’s always refusing and stuff until he realizes he’s daydreaming of reader and wanting to go along with it?
Not sure if I’m describing it well, and you’re welcome to take the concept and run with it however you like but I thought bi disaster would be funny and a cute bottom
“IN A FLASH”
pairing. “Straight”!Zenitsu Agatsuma x Top!male reader
synopsis. Zenitsu is 100% straight—or at least, that’s what he keeps telling himself. But between your constant flirting, your cocky smirks, and the unwelcome daydreams about being pinned against a wall, he’s starting to lose his mind. And maybe, just maybe… he likes it. — 1.7k
warnings. mdni, nsfw, amab reader, dirty jokes, tiniest bit of power play, first time (with a man), overstimulation, handjob, aftercare
a/n: You did a great job describing what you wanted! Thank you for sending in my first request!
Zenitsu was not in love with you.
Nope. Not a chance. Absolutely not.
It didn’t matter that you were tall, confident, and smirked like you owned the place. It didn’t matter that you rolled up your sleeves during training, your arms a little too toned, a little too veiny for him to not notice. And it especially didn’t matter that you had a habit of leaning in too close, whispering dirty jokes just low enough for only him to hear.
Because Zenitsu?
Zenitsu liked women.
He loved women. Soft hands, long hair, big br—
"Are you blushing?"
The sound of your smooth, teasing voice snapped him out of his spiraling thoughts.
Zenitsu immediately flinched, whipping around to see you grinning down at him, elbow resting on his shoulder.
His stomach flipped.
"No! I—Why would I—?! I AM NOT BLUSHING!"
In his panic, he stumbled backward—tripping over absolutely nothing—and fell flat onto his ass.
You burst out laughing, loud and shameless, crossing your arms as you watched him writhe in his own embarrassment.
"You totally were," you smirked. "What’s the matter? My rugged good looks getting to you?"
Zenitsu felt his entire soul leave his body.
"SHUT THE HELL UP!" He practically threw himself back to his feet, pointing at you in a wild panic. "I AM 100% STRAIGHT, OKAY?! I LOVE WOMEN! BIG BOOBS! SOFT HANDS! LONG HAIR!"
You just raised an eyebrow.
"...Alright, bro. You want a medal or something?"
Zenitsu twitched violently.
This was your fault.
For months, you'd been torturing him.
The casual hand on his shoulder. The way you'd sit too close, your thigh pressed against his. The way your gravelly, stupidly deep voice sounded whenever you murmured some filthy joke into his ear, leaving him to short-circuit in real-time.
He hated it.
He hated you.
He was definitely not going to start thinking about it later.
Absolutely not.
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It started small. Little things.
Like how your voice was kind of deep.
Not too deep—but just enough to make his stomach flip when you said his name.
Or how your hands were huge.
Not that he was paying attention to them. Not that he was imagining how they’d feel gripping his waist, holding his wrists, pinning him—
WAIT, BAD. BAD THOUGHT.
Zenitsu shook his head violently, slapping his own cheeks.
He was just tired. That was all. He needed to train more.
…But training wasn’t exactly helping.
Because lately, you were standing too damn close.
"Need help with your stance?" you murmured from behind him, your chest almost pressed to his back.
Zenitsu froze.
His entire body locked up as your hands brushed over his hips, adjusting him like it was nothing.
Like you weren’t completely ruining his life.
"I—I GOT IT!" he shrieked, flailing away from you like you were on fire. "THANKS, NO NEED TO TOUCH ME, I’M PERFECTLY FINE—!!"
You just blinked at him, amused. "Dude, chill."
Zenitsu was not chilling.
He was losing his fucking mind.
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It got worse.
He started having thoughts.
Thoughts like, "What if he pushed me against a wall?"
Or "What if he held me down?"
Or "What if I just… let him?"
"NOOOOOOO—!!!" Zenitsu bolted upright in bed, screaming into his pillow.
What the hell was that dream?!
WHY WAS IT KINDA GOOD?!!
He buried his face in his hands, rocking back and forth in despair.
"This isn’t happening," he whispered. "I love women. BIG BOOBS. SOFT HANDS. LONG HAIR."
…Your hair didn’t look like a womans, but it always looked kinda nice.
WAIT, NO, STOP—!!!
Zenitsu launched himself out of bed. He needed a distraction. Immediately.
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Zenitsu was determined to prove his 100% absolute heterosexuality.
Which is why, the next morning, he could be found on his knees in front of a random woman, gripping her hands, screaming into the sky.
"HELLO, BEAUTIFUL LADY! HAVE I MENTIONED I LOVE WOMEN?!"
The woman blinked. "…Are you okay?"
"I’M SO OKAY!" Zenitsu laughed, manic and desperate. "SO, SO, SO OKAY! WOMEN ARE BEAUTIFUL! GORGEOUS! PLEASE MARRY ME!"
You watched from a distance, arms crossed, fighting back a smirk.
"He’s been acting weird lately," Tanjiro mumbled beside you.
You chuckled. "Yeah. I noticed."
Zenitsu’s entire body stiffened.
Because your voice—your deep, amused, cocky voice—was right behind him.
He turned slowly, staring up at you with wide, panicked eyes.
"Yo," you grinned.
Zenitsu squeaked.
Just straight-up made a noise like a fucking chew toy and bolted in the opposite direction.
You laughed.
Because oh yeah.
You definitely knew what this was.
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Zenitsu’s back hit the wall, his breath coming in ragged, uneven pants.
His whole body was shaking, his hands gripping at nothing, his legs weak beneath him.
This was your fault.
You were too close.
You had him trapped, one hand flat against the wall beside his head, your strong, calloused fingers gripping his chin, forcing him to look up at you.
He tried to glare.
Tried to resist.
But his face was burning, his eyes were wide and panicked, his chest rising and falling way too fast.
This was wrong.
This was not supposed to happen.
"I—I don’t—” Zenitsu stammered, but his hips twitched forward, betraying him instantly.
You smirked. "Not like what?"
Your voice was too deep, too smooth, too much.
Zenitsu let out a sharp, shaky breath, his fingertips digging into the wall behind him.
"I—I'm not—"
He cut himself off, biting his lip hard, his eyes squeezing shut.
Because if he looked at you any longer, he was going to break.
And then—
You grabbed his chin, tilted his face up, and kissed him.
Zenitsu shattered.
A sharp, wrecked little noise escaped him, somewhere between a whimper and a gasp, his body going stiff—then melting completely.
His hands shot up to grip your shirt, his fingers fisting the fabric so tightly his knuckles turned white.
He didn’t pull away.
He couldn’t.
His whole body was burning, his mind spinning, his lips parting helplessly as you deepened the kiss, teasing, taking your time breaking him apart.
Zenitsu’s legs gave out.
You caught him instantly, one strong arm wrapping around his waist, keeping him pinned against you.
He hated how good it felt.
He hated how easily you overpowered him.
He hated that his dick was aching, twitching, throbbing, already soaked with precum—
But most of all?
He hated how much he loved it.
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Zenitsu didn’t remember how you got him to bed.
All he knew was that he was on his back, his clothes half-off, his skin burning, and your hands were on him.
Too much.
Too good.
Too overwhelming.
His breath was shaky, his legs spread open beneath you, his whole body trembling like a leaf. He should’ve been embarrassed—should’ve pushed you away, should’ve pretended he didn’t want this.
But when you dragged your palm up his inner thigh, tracing over sensitive, untouched skin, his whole body jerked violently, a shocked little whimper spilling from his lips.
His hands shot up to cover his mouth, his fingers pressing against his own lips as if that could stop the noises from escaping.
You smirked.
“Oh? You like that?”
Zenitsu furiously shook his head, eyes blown wide, face burning.
"NO—"
You hummed, dragging your fingers up his trembling stomach, stopping just at the waistband of his underwear.
"You sure?"
Zenitsu bit his lip hard, his whole body twitching in anticipation.
He could feel himself leaking, soaking the fabric, his thighs clenched but trembling, struggling to stay still.
He was too sensitive.
Too needy.
And when you finally hooked your fingers into his waistband and tugged his underwear down—
Zenitsu gasped, his breath catching, his dick twitching against his stomach.
Fuck.
He looked away immediately, his chest rising and falling way too fast.
He couldn’t do this.
He wasn’t supposed to like this.
Then your fingers wrapped around him, slow, teasing, barely applying any pressure.
And Zenitsu cried out.
A sharp, wrecked moan slipped past his lips, his hips jerking forward before he could stop himself.
"S-Shit—"
You chuckled. "You're shaking."
"Sh-Shut up," he whined, his voice cracking, his fingers digging into the sheets.
He was burning up.
He felt too hot, too exposed, too weak.
But it felt good.
Way too fucking good.
Your grip tightened just slightly, your thumb swiping over his leaking tip, and Zenitsu’s whole body twitched.
His breath hitched, a choked moan spilling out.
"I-I—oh fuck—"
You smirked. "Already close?"
"NO—" Zenitsu’s voice cracked, his cheeks burning.
He was not going to cum just from this.
He was not going to embarrass himself like that.
He was not going to—
You leaned down, dragged your tongue over his tip, and Zenitsu screamed.
His fingers fisted the sheets, his whole body seizing up, his dick twitching violently.
And then—
He broke.
"OH—OH FUCK—"
His back arched sharply, his hips bucking up, his breath stuttering, and then he let out a wrecked little sob, cumming way too fast, way too hard.
His chest heaved, his legs shaking, his body completely wrecked beneath you.
You pulled back slightly, grinning down at him.
"That fast?" your voice was low, amused, teasing. "Thought you had more stamina, Thunder Boy."
Zenitsu whined into his hands, his whole body trembling, his mind completely blank.
He should’ve been mortified.
But then—
Your hand wrapped around him again.
And Zenitsu twitched violently.
"H-Hah—w-wait, I just—"
Your grip tightened slightly, stroking him slow, teasing, letting him feel the overstimulation creep in.
Zenitsu gasped, his hips jerking forward weakly, his thighs trembling.
"You're still hard," you murmured, voice silky smooth. "Guess that wasn't enough for you, huh?"
Zenitsu let out a broken little noise, his nails digging into your arms.
He couldn’t handle this.
He was too sensitive.
Too fucking weak.
"B-Be gentle," he whispered, his voice tiny.
You smirked, kissing his heated skin.
"No."
Then you kept going.
And Zenitsu?
Zenitsu didn’t stand a chance.
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Zenitsu refused to let go of you.
His arms were wrapped around your waist, his face buried in your chest, his breath still shaky.
You smirked, running your fingers through his messy hair.
"You okay?"
Zenitsu huffed weakly, his fingers tightening their grip on you.
"I still like girls," he mumbled into your skin. "I just… really like you too."
You chuckled. "Oh yeah?"
Zenitsu whined. "Don’t make me say it again—!"
You grinned. "So you liked it?"
Zenitsu froze.
Then, with a mortified little whimper, he hid his face in your chest.
notes… found this in my docs from a long while ago… don’t think I ever posted it… ??? i mention volunteering for context, but u can ignore it if it’s ooc xx
content warnings… sub!characters, dom!reader, older men in a slutty santa costume, butt plug, anal beads, anal sex, hand jobs, multiple orgasms, tears, reader has a cock
“Have you seen my costume anywhere?”
“Hmm? I thought you left it under the bed?” You replied, looking up from your phone. He turned around after rummaging through the closet with a confused look. He can’t recall placing the Santa costume he was using to volunteer under the bed. He walked over, crouched down, and to his surprise, found the hidden box his costume was in.
You watched him pull the box out and place it on top of the bed.
“I don’t think this is where I originally left it,” He added, and he was right. You may have told a little lie.
“Have you tried it on yet?” You asked innocently.
“No, I was planning on doing that today in case I need to make any changes.” He carefully pulled off the top, noticing his costume was somewhat smaller than he remembered. He picked up the top piece, expecting to see a generic red and white coat, but what unfolded was a tiny red wine dress, with white fur rimmed around the top and bottom. The dress was sparkly, had a little black belt stitched onto it, and came with long-sleeved gloves that he had yet to notice.
“It looks nice. Why don’t you try it on right now?” He looked at you with a slight blush on his face.
“This isn’t the costume I ordered…” He replied, his voice barely above a whisper.
—
“So, so pretty…” You whispered. He lay with his back against the bed, the tight dress barely covering anything considered modest. White fur lined the top of the dress, his tits about to burst from the constraints of the taut stitching. The red fabric was nearly sheer since his muscled body stretched it out, his nipples hard and sensitive from the incessant rubbing.
Grabbing his legs, you pulled him closer, admiring the way the fur adorned his big thighs, his dick pushing the base of the dress slightly. Already restless from his ruined orgasm, he shuddered when your fingers grazed his messy thighs, and then gasped when your hand wrapped around his sensitive tip. The red beaded butt plug in his ass wasn’t helping either—he whined repeatedly with every movement, his ass contracting with every fleeting touch. He wanted more.
You gave his dick a few pumps to tease, watching him grasp at the sheets.
“Gh—too much–!” He yelped.
Too much? And yet, he used his gloved hand to keep yours on his dick, avoiding eye contact at every cost. The room filled with ahs and ohs the moment your free hand played with the gem of the plug, twisting and turning as he desperately tried to muffle his moans. His pretty face was flushed, brown eyes shut beneath his lashes—oh, how easily he comes undone under your touch.
Bead by bead, you pulled the plug out, a slew of curses tumbling from his lips as he tried to bear the pleasure of being stretched out.
“J-just- shit–! Hurry it up already!” He couldn’t help it—you’ve already ruined him so, his composure couldn’t keep up. The cry he let out when the last one popped out was pathetic, and the feeling of being empty was too much to bear. He wanted to be filled again, but by your cock and your cock only.
His hole contracted involuntarily while letting your tip sit at the entrance of his ass. He looked at you pleadingly for a fraction of a second, but he wasn’t prepared when you slipped your cock into him, a strained groan leaving his throat. He was still so tight—you let out a sigh—his insides warm and still coated with lube from earlier. You pulled out, leaving your tip in, slamming back in quickly, and every single coherent thought in his head evaporating.
His legs wrapped around your back, bringing you in closer. You dragged the top of his dress down, exposing his sensitive nipples, playing with each one delicately. The only word running through his head was “more,” more, more, and more…
He greedily sucked you back in with each thrust, his tongue lolling out of his mouth when you reached his prostate, his hands grasping at you to bring you closer.
“God– harder, please–!” he cried. It was never gentle with him, despite his usual demeanor. But you gave it to him with no complaints, drilling your cock back into him as if it’d be your last time. The skimpy dress rode up his thighs and abdomen, letting his angry cock smack against his toned stomach, and a mix of his arousal dirtied his clothes.
Wasn’t he so pretty like this? He took you like a champ, and you rewarded him with a few pumps to his dick, but the simultaneous pleasure was just a tad bit too much. His back arched off the bed as his arm reached for yours, tears daring to spill when he finally looked at you. It’s humiliating, but you make him feel so damn good.
You knew he was close when all he could say were broken “pleases” and “mores” and whatever the fuck his mushy brain could come up with. Thankfully, you gave him just that, and finally, he let out a loud gasp when he came undone, his back prettily arching off the bed once more. Like an artist, he painted cum all over his pretty red sparkly dress, his expression all but innocent. He could use a bit of rest, but…
Loving the Master [Kagaya Ubuyashiki × femreader + Pegging]
★ Synopsis - Having been accepted as a Hashira, you didn't expect to end up becoming one of Master Ubuyashiki's partners, but you weren't complaining.
👤Character: Kagaya Ubuyashiki [Demon Slayer]
❗Warnings: Pegging, Softdom Reader, Poly Relationship (Mention of Amane), Extreme Sensitivity, Orgasm without Touching.
Author's Note: While I'm finishing the Gyutaro one-shot, I decided to translate an older fanfic I had on my Wattpad account into English.
Your continuous footsteps through the silent corridors were the only echoing sound. A meeting with the other Hashira had just ended, and as agreed with the master, you were to wait a while before entering the Ubuyashiki mansion, so as not to cause murmurs among the slayers. Amane greeted you with a smile at the entrance, and then told you where Kagaya was, saying he was going to take the children for a short walk.
You adjusted your uniform slightly as you stood in front of the door to the room where he was, and then carefully opened it, seeing Kagaya's frail, reclining figure turn gently towards you, a smile illuminating his pale face.
_Good morning, master - You said as you approached him, a low chuckle escaping him thin lips.
_You don't need to call me that here, dear... -His loving whisper made you smile as you knelt beside the tatami.
_Force of habit... How are you feeling today? - You comment with a hint of concern, running your fingers through his dark hair and making him lean in at your touch.
_A little better, my body has been healthier since this morning - He murmurs with a joyful sigh at your constant caresses.
_That's very good, is there anything you'd like me to do for you? - As soon as your question hits him, he opens his eyes, the gentle lilac pools focusing on your face.
_Actually... This is going to sound very inappropriate, forgive me, but... It's been a while since Amane brought me something to use, I was wondering if you could do this for me, she's very afraid of hurting me sometimes so... I thought you could... - At his timid words, you raise an eyebrow, still slightly confused, the tips of your fingers stopping the caresses.
_Well, if you tell me what it is, I can help - Your slightly provocative words made him blush a soft, rosy color, while his trembling hands timidly fiddled with the soft white blanket spread across his body.
_...There's a wooden box hidden under some kimonos in the bedroom wardrobe, can you get it? Y-you'll understand... - His vague answer piqued your curiosity as you stood up and walked to the location.
Moving aside some clothes, you quickly found what you were looking for and calmly took out the box, opening the lid and feeling your eyes widen slightly, but then you smiled.
_You could have just said so, you didn't need to be so mysterious about it, Kagaya... - You said with a reassuring smile as you walked back to him. Inside the box, a polished wooden dildo held by faux leather straps was displayed, and a half-used bottle of natural oil lotion lay beside it.
_I-I'm sorry, it's just... I feel a little dirty saying things like that - He whispered, his voice fading, burying his marked face in the pillow, feeling its comforting touch rest upon it.
_Don't be embarrassed... Of course I can do that - You said, turning to observe him, feeling your hand touch his chin and turn him to look at you again.
You had to fulfill the desires of your dear partner and master, didn't you?
•.____________________.•
_That's right... take a deep breath... you're doing well - The comforting words you uttered helped him keep his thoughts minimally organized, even though he felt like a blushing mess molded in your hands.
Your fingers intertwined with his, the comforting contact making his body relax even more. His muscles contracted; it was only the tip inside his soft entrance, but he was determined to go all the way. He had endured it before, so he wanted to endure it now. His penis was hard as it leaked pre-ejaculate, desperately awaiting prostate stimulation.
_O-oh! - A higher-pitched, louder moan broke his usually gentle and calm voice, his eyes welling with tears as the toy fully expanded.
Your arms gently held his trembling body, while your hips met his smoothly, the sound and aroma of the floral oil completing the erotic scene. With her fingers teasing its pink, hard length, making him groan and let out a small cry at the sensitivity of his body.
_A-ah! P-please, darling... f-faster - His stammered plea makes you smile, as he arches his back as much as his strength allows.
_You look so beautiful like this... - A mischievous and sweet purr from you makes him feel a wave of relief and pleasure course through every cell of his body, his cock trembling and begging to come.
When your movements become faster, hitting that spongy spot inside him, making his body yield slightly, leaning against you as he rolls his eyes.
_I-I'm close... - Kagaya whispers with a faltering voice as if asking for permission, his reddened penis throbbing between your bodies.
_You can enjoy it, darling... - With your confirmation, he grips your shoulders with a strength almost imperceptible to you, while his sensitive length shoots his whitish semen onto his own pale belly.
His uncontrolled breathing keeps you on edge as you gently lay him back down on the soft tatami mat, caressing his face and showering it with compliments.
_I love your relaxed face like this... - He smiles at your words, feeling your care as you wipe him with a small white cloth.
_Thank you so much... I love you so much... thank you for not treating me like I'm made of glass... - Kagaya whispers with a comforting smile, closing his tired eyes and trying to calm his heart.
Why are you doing that? Why are you acting like you don't notice how much he needs you?
Your shy subby boyfriend wants to feel you inside him, not his own fingers in the bathroom late at nights. One thought pulsates in his mind: “How can he explain that he wants you?" His shyness prevents him from asking you to fuck him. His Google page is a whole story about how he tries every day to find a way to seduce you. He tried all possible methods:
He took out his perfume, the ones you once called your favourites. He sprayed them on his neck, on the wrists, then passes them through the collarbone and chest, trying to create an elusive fragrant veil for you. He did it with the hope that when you get closer, the smell of the perfume you love will make you want to. But all he sees in response is your restrained smile.
Realising that the perfume didn't work, he decides to take bolder steps. He bought ice cream, enjoying it in front of your eyes. He ate it slowly, sensually licking his fingers, and watching your reaction with awe, but in response the same indifferent look.
In his head, he goes through various images that, in his opinion, can ignite passion in you. He tried on transparent lace lingerie, choosing the most seductive, hoping that you will not resist this seductive appearance. But again, he only got a light nod.
One of his most daring actions is the photos in which he poses in short tennis skirts. He chose the perfect angle, trying to make his image look both innocent and exciting. Every detail in the picture is carefully thought out: from how the fabric flows on his hips to the gentle blush on his cheeks. He sent you these photos, burning with the desire to get a compliment or a text that you're already coming, but only got "👍"
