himiko being the only child in the league (and later the only girl) is so important to me. she called magne big sis. tomura promised not to destroy the things she liked and gave her money to buy herself a new coat. twice forced himself to overcome his trauma to save her and the last thing he did before dying was protect her. compress always took into account her feelings and checked in on her. spinner told her to stay safe and come back to them. dabi comforted her and brought her back home. she was their little sister :(
contents: 18+ MDNI!!! Jin Bubaigawara x fem!reader, established relationship, the easy explanation is that he cucks his own clones as an unofficial (soon to be) mother's day gift, oral sex (m. and f. receiving), cum eating, implied unprotected piv and creampie, lots of aftercare wc. 900 ; HAPPY BIRTHDAY JIN BUBAIGAWARA YOU WILL ALWAYS LOVED VERY MUCH BY ME!!
“i have an idea! don’t bother, it’s lame.”
you look up from the book you were reading with a little smirk. if there’s one thing your boyfriend is good at, is keeping you on your toes with every next word that leaves his mouth. you place a finger between the pages and look up at him. “sure, what is it?”
jin fidgets with his fingers, finally mustering up the courage to speak. “o-okay! but i need you to be really open minded for this one—”
“o-oh shit…jin!” fisting golden hair in your grip, you keep his mouth glued to your cunt, tongue lapping at your overflowing juices like a starved man. your back bows away from the mattress, a loud whine spilling from your lips. “she looks so cute. a cute little slut.”
oh, right. the others. of course you had thought about it - more times than you’d like to admit, actually - but you were aware of your boyfriend’s past, the tricky relationship he had with his quirk…you never thought he would’ve been the one to come forward with the proposition. and you certainly couldn’t have predicted the sheer scale of it.
“are they making you feel good, baby?”
the actual jin bubaigawara was currently watching four of his clones hovering over your naked body on the bed, already and overstimulated mess. you never said it, but he knew you had thought about it, and the more he pondered, the more he found himself curious about what it would’ve been like to watch. when he made up his mind, it was either go big or go home, and just one clone wouldn’t have cut it.
“yes…fuck, yes!” you gasp, a pair of lips closing around one of your rosy nipples, another shutting you up with a bruising kiss, greedily drinking all your pretty sounds. jin shouldn’t be surprised about how natural it looks, the confidence with which his clones act with you, knowing exactly how you like to be touched.
you were a bit awkward at first, the original jin deciding to lay back and simply enjoy the show a worry that messed with your head for all of two seconds before his four clones overwhelmed you. now your brain barely has any capacity to form coherent thoughts. hands are everywhere all at once, hitting your favorite spots like a bullseye. over and over again.
“tell me how she feels. keep fucking touching her,” jin orders from his spot just a few feet away from the bed, a hand palming his throbbing erection over his dark sweats. the clone that had been stuffing his mouth full of your syrupy slick pulls away with a wet mwah! “so good, so good! i want to fuck her,” he replies.
the clone that had been patiently waiting next to him this whole time, trying to look for an opening among the other three, finally sees his opportunity and takes his place between your legs after hearing your needy whine at the loss of contact. you can’t exactly talk right now, your mouth full of jin’s copy’s cock. this one was rather rough, a hand gripping your hair in a makeshift pony to keep your head at the right angle as his hips snap against your unhinged maw.
with two mean fingers drawing tight circles on your clit and a tongue deep in your messy hole, your legs are all jittery as your orgasm crests and builds. you can’t speak, sputtering around jin’s shaft with teary eyes. “awww she’s close! you better fucking cum,” a clone nips at your breast, the tender flesh already littered with different shades of red and violet. you were being marked up all over.
and then it’s like your whole body seizes, tears trailing over your heated cheeks, a moan ripping from somewhere deep in your chest. feeling your throat close up and squeeze, jin’s clone can barely resist spilling inside your warm mouth, unsheathing himself to coat your pretty face with thick spurts of cum. you can taste the salty beads on your tongue, but it’s overshadowed by the orgasm rippling through you. they all stop for a second, utterly in awe at the sight before them.
time passed in a haze of the most intense pleasure you’ve ever felt. “good, you did so good… you’re so pretty, i want to eat you!” jin - now whole again - presses a soft kiss to the crown of your head, tenderly holding your face. you’re floating in a pleasant buzz, limbs heavy jelly-like as jin holds you close. you don’t even remember him cleaning you up, but the sensation left by the absolutely sinful mess that was left between your legs is now gone.
you manage to chuckle, but you’re sure it looks more like a stupid big grin. “i don’t think i’d taste good, i’m all sweaty and sticky,” you murmur, tucking your head under his chin to cuddle closer into him. “i guess i could run us a bath? i’ll keep my hands to myself, i promise. no we won’t,” he strokes over your hair with a gentle hand.
“mmh, yeah, i’d like that.”
┊┊a/n. guys ngl this was so hard to write i'm sorry if it came out pure ass T-T i'm actually surprised there aren't many fics like this on here, maybe i should try on ao3 they got the good freaky stuff on there lolol anyways enjoy!!
love language
happy valentine's day from the league boys (+ hawks)
t. shigaraki, t. todoroki, k. takami, j. bubigawara, s. iguchi, a. sako
the boy's love languages reflected in bed (or a chair). mdni. nsfw. fem reader.
tomura: quality time - cockwarming
Tinny sounds of shots firing echo through Tomura's headphones as his controller vibrates in your hand, his gloved fingers curling over yours, deftly swiping over the sticks and fluttering over the trigger.
"Pull left and aim," his voice cuts through the character's stomping feet on the ground. "Watch your six, Y/N...."
You would be way better at this under better circumstances; that's why he's helping you— his hands on yours, breath curling at the nape of your neck, his cock stuffed deep inside of you while he leads you to a higher rank.
"Come on, you can do it," his encouragement is thin, veiling the way he's twitching and throbbing against every perfect spot, the thickness burning a heavy coil in your core. "Get the kill, Y/N."
He says it with a disgusting level of determination; despite the fact that he's so fucking close and so wound-up inside of you that if he tried, even he would fumble the kill. You can't concentrate either, because every word that comes out of his mouth is so thick with lust that it feels like the fingers working the right trigger are actually pressed into you. You've been like this for almost an hour, running back and trying to level up at least one rank, but it's hard when the length of his cock is repeatedly bullying your cervix with every throb.
It's hard to respond to him, and his grip on your own hands on the controller tighten when you clench around him, leaning slightly and balancing your weight on the desk. He loses his handling of the controller and it falls on the desk with a clatter; your character crouched behind a rock wall. He's not paying attention to the K/D ratio anymore, instead, his hands grip around your hips and he kisses once against your arched back.
This is how Tomura likes having you. Close in proximity at all times; sexual or not. He likes the reminder of your breathing and your scent around him. The cunt gripping him is just an added bonus, but he loves sharing his personal time with you. You're the only one he willingly does that with. He likes you invading his privacy.
With shallow, fitful humps, he grinds against you. Your breathing patterns match up as he fucks up into you, your head falling between your arms and his falling back against the leather seat. You can feel the heat of his cherry stare on your feverish skin, the way he handles your ass like it belongs to him. (It does).
Tomura isn't really considered eloquently spoken, and you knew this before, but right now the words filling your ears are so dirty, it feels like you've unlocked a new level in him.
"Fuck, fuck, god— I can't take it anymore, you're gripping me so fucking tight, I just want to fill your pretty cunt..." He pants and whines under you, burying his cock even further inside with shaky whimpers. "I want to see it drip out of you, Y/N, I can't fucking take it, I can't fucking—"
His two ungloved fingers make contact with your swollen clit, and its game over. He's pressing them against you over and over like he's spamming right trigger, and it feels too fucking good.
He doesn't have to even hear your pitchy moans before he knows you're about to cum, he's memorized your patterns now and he knows that when your hole starts to flutter at the same time as your breathing, it's right there. He speeds up, the chair under the both of you groaning in protest with rocking squeaks, the hardwood under it taking the brunt of the movement from the jagged jerks of the wheels at the bottom of the chair.
"Tomura, Tomu—" is all you manage to squeak out before you're flooding his cock, and he sinks his teeth into your shoulder for stability as you grind, bouncing on his cock for even more. His ragged groans are the only thing left coming from his filthy mouth as you drain the life from him succubus style. You can feel the drool dripping down your back from where his teeth are latched on, he's completely and utterly gone from your cunt.
"God, fuck, I'm fucking cumming, squeezing me like a fucking vice, you fucking jerk—"
It doesn't take him long to coat your insides, rocking desperately while he chases his high. Broken whines crack out of him, and thank god for his gloves, because he's fully braced himself against you with both hands. Despite his raised ring fingers, the trembling of his hands would make it almost dangerous if not for the layer between yours and his skin. The warmth fills you in a way that makes your eyes blur, the only thing left in that moment is him.
The game continues in front of you; he's still shaking behind you when he kisses your shoulders, the earlier aggression rendered down to a sloppy, sticky mess.
“We’ll get it next time”, he stares at the computer screen with a click of his teeth, eyes flashing over the death notice as he shuts the PC off. "I'm not fucking finished".
touya: words of affirmation - praise
"That's it, there you are," Touya's fingers are rough and rapid as they plunge in and out of you, curling perfectly. His teeth nip at your neck, palm hot where he grips you.
"You like it?" his fingertips move in slow circles, his ministrations coaxing a broken prayer into his shoulder.
"It's so good, it's so fucking good, Touya—"
He groans, his lips curling in encouragement as he deftly drives two fingers inside of you now, the palm of his hand slapping against your clit so perfectly, it's like you're made just for him. The way your body molds around his fingers and clenches against his crossed middle and ring is insane.
His lips find yours so earnestly, like he's just waiting for more pretty words to fall past them. Touya likes praise. No, loves it— loves the way you say it's too much, too big, too hot. He loves hearing the soft mewls as you take him, it's like a little gold star for him when he fucks you so good you forget your name.
"Feels s' good, Toy..." you whine into his kiss, and his heart pounds erratically in his chest. He wants to fuck you so badly, his cock is so strained against his jeans, but by god he doesn't want this to stop. You feel him palming his cock beside you only by the ragged motion of his arm twitching, and that alone makes you hump his other hand while those cruel fingers pump into you.
"Fuck me, please, fuck me" it's not begging, really, it's a prayer, your hands tangled in his hair and your eyes dark with euphoria. It's good enough for him, because he's freeing himself from the denim prison and plunging his pierced cock right into you, each metal adornment a punctuation to his claiming of you.
"You take it so well every time, take me so fucking well, Y/N" He sinks into you, breath shaky. His own praise falls like silk on your ears as his cock stretches you further than his fingers, snapping that ring. He moves with slow strokes, breaking you in perfectly if only to hear you fall apart because of him.
You lick against his throat, that deep skin hot and smoky in your senses, your teeth grazing the scars. He hums, so effortlessly into this that it feels suffocating for the both of you. He’s sweating, doing his best to contain the burning inside of him to a dull throbbing heat, and even then his fingertips are leaving little red marks on your skin, a delicate reminder that he’s yours.
“Right there, right—” that’s all he needs to hear to keep steady inside of you, holding the angle of his kneel, slipping a pillow under you to plunge deeper, harder, faster inside of you. The room fills with the lewd sounds of wet skin and ragged cries, an even louder ode to just how perfect he is to you. Your eyes look like saucers staring up at him, little mini-moons for him to focus on; an entire galaxy of pure pleasure created just for him. All his…all his…
“All yours, Touya, ’m all yours”, your eyes flutter when his tip nudges your cervix with a tight snap, and he can’t help but groan at the affirmation. It fills him like a sticky song, a honey-drenched music note that repeats for eternity. “I love you, I love you so much, Toy, you’re so perfect”. The fluttery moans that cushion the blow are making him weak, his thrusts becoming desperate and shallow. You don't even have to think twice about them, either, because it just feels so natural to say.
“Fuck, god-damnit, I love you too,” he snaps his hips once, twice more. He pulls out as fast as he can, coating your stomach and tits in ropes of thick, warm cum. The ladder of piercings glistens with your own essence before its plunging back into you. “Wanna…make you cum…” He’s half-hard, but shivering and trembling, the corner of his eye bleeding onto your face as he tries so hard to fuck you again, to make you feel good. He’s licking the sweat from your temple, nipping against your cheek and ear and lip, his fingers are rapidly working around your clit. He’s rutting into you like an animal now, wanting nothing more than to make you feel good, to be so good to you and for you, even when he can barely see straight.
He breaks you with his fingers and his weakly sputtering length, with a tongue licking hot stripes across your face, lapping at tears and sweat as you pulse over his spent cock, drinking in the sound of your orgasm with his own revelry. His breathing is ragged as he pushes you past the waves, overstimulating the hell out of your trembling body, legs weak and jelly.
“I love you, you’re so fucking good to me, Touya”
“Thank you, thank you, I love you, I fucking love you”.
keigo: acts of service - queening
Keigo's laid out on the bed with a starving smile, eyes half-lidded and fingers pinching into the sheets. Golden eyes follow your every move as you undress, crimson feathers guiding the fabric down your body delicately— he had insisted he help. Your face feels hot, the picture windows of the penthouse feeling scarily revealing, even if you’re so high that only clouds are there.
"C'mere," Keigo coos, "come sit."
You’re not drunk anymore, the effects of the drinks you’d shared earlier wearing off and creating a thick, palpable anticipation. He’s already naked, soft tanned skin delicate against the stark red sheets. If you concentrate hard enough, you can see the sun-kissed freckles on his face and shoulders.
He clicks his tongue, once, the rest of your clothes pooling around your feet.
It's a nervous gesture, but you crawl to him on the bed, hooking a leg over his waist to straddle him. Before you can settle onto his already-leaky cock, his hands find purchase on your hips and hoist you up, past his torso and up over his shoulders. "No—no. On my face, angel".
"Wha—" You try to protest, but his tongue is already sweeping across your inner thigh, teeth grazing the sensitive skin. He's groaning as you hover over him, legs shaking.
"Sit, sit down," the blond beneath you practically begs for it, and when you shake your head, his nails press into your thighs.
"Kei, 'm gonna crush you—"
"If I suffocate and die, I'll have died a happy fucking man, please," his teeth sink back into you, sucking a blooming pink bruise into the warm flesh. He doesn't leave you any more time to protest before his pointed tongue is lapping at your dripping core like a starved man. It's sinful in nature, but it feels so sweet with him, with how gentle he's being as he nurtures your clit with a reverence that's usually reserved for love letters.
You contort your body, leaning and bracing yourself on his upper thigh on one hand while the other tries to wrap around his twitching cock, and the second your fingers wrap around its thick base, he jerks his hips up and snaps your attention back to yourself, riding his face. He pulls off of your center and shakes his head as best he can with your thighs ear-muffing him.
"No," his words start breathless. "Ride my face, I don't want anything else, just this, just wanna eat you."
And yeah, that's enough for you. Your breath hitches, hips driving down to feel the heat of the mouth surreptitiously bringing you closer and closer to cumming all over his face. Not yet; that rope coils and tugs, but soon. His pretty curls are getting fucked up under you, your hand tugging on them for leverage. You put your weight down a bit, and he groans, hips bucking into the air when you seat yourself fully against his drooling mouth, filling the empty space with your cunt. He’s so grateful, he wants to make you feel so good, just wants to taste you cumming on his pussy-drunk tongue.
Keigo does this often, and it never fails to shock you regardless. He loves making you feel good, helping you out, taking a vibrator from your weak hands or kissing against your neck as he fucks you slow, making sure you don’t have to do a god-damn thing. You’re his favorite pillow princess. Even riding him, he’s fucking you so hard from below and cocooning you with his wings. He loves spoiling you— he likes being useful for his girl. Even if it means he can’t breathe right for the ten minutes it takes to make you cum, or cant feel his fingers after teasing your clit.
The thought alone has you dripping all over his lips, his tongue slipping right inside of you. He swallows heavily over and over, the tip of his nose tickling your clit so perfectly, you’re so close, so fucking close. He’s too good at this, and he knows it. You can feel him grinning beneath you, dazed and high on your scent.
He can smell it, he can taste the difference in your sweetness, and the giant red wings beneath him shiver and flap with excitement and soaking arousal. He’s fucking the open air now, the sweetest little growls and chuffs slipping from his mouth when he gets the chance to breathe between grinds. You can’t help yourself, you fuck his face over and over like a little toy, head thrown back in pure pleasure as his pretty mouth makes you cum so hard you're seeing stars. His wings shoot out, curling in at the tip with a flitter, and his untouched cock sputters out, pearly white slicking over his red tip, his stomach, reaching his chest. He makes a mess of the both of you, drinking you in. It’s his favorite fucking taste.
You pull off of him and roll, and he licks his lips, brushing the hair from your face. “Did so good, baby,” he kisses you, letting you taste yourself on his perfect mouth. It has you reeling all over again, you’re not done yet. Keigo sees this, amber eyes locking on yours as he centers himself between your legs again.
“Not done, angel? That’s okay, we have all night”.
jin: physical touch - rough
He’s everywhere all at once, hands groping every part of your body with so much awe it makes you blush. His tongue circles your hardened nipples, sucking on your tits, pumping fingers into your soaking pussy, leaving hickeys all across your skin.
“Jin…”
He doesn’t stop, but he curls his head in to your neck, kissing gently, like he’s hesitating. “Hm?”
His blond hair is already disheveled, his deep green eyes locking on yours as you hook a leg around his waist. He’s taking his time, going so slowly, but you can’t wait anymore. The moment you coax him to fuck you, he’s pinning you, pressing himself against you as much as physically possible.
You take hold of his heavy cock, teasing your own clit with it. He groans, his head falling onto your shoulder, kissing languidly between huffs. “Fuck, Y/N, pretty girl, I wanna…” you can barely make out the tapered, shaky end of his sentence as you slide his tip inside of yourself. The clench of your pussy makes him moan, eyes shooting wide open as you beg for more. He thrusts into you without thinking, driving his hips against yours.
“God, I wanna ruin you— am I hurting you, pretty girl?”
You shake your head. No, if anything, the stretching is fantastic, the scent of smoke and cherry soaking your senses as he kisses you. It’s sweet at first, but then his tongue darts past your lips, his teeth nipping at your bottom lip, his hands gripping your plush thighs. His kiss is anything but tender now, its claiming and drowning and so fucking hot. His cock twitches inside of you before he snaps his hips again, wrapping both arms under you in a tight hug.
“You know I love you?” He starts, and you nod, walls fluttering around his size. “I love you, too, I do, I do— but for right now, it’s gonna feel like I don't.”
The warning doesn’t come soon enough, because he’s holding you tight against him and slamming into you now. His cock is bruising your cervix with a rapid, rhythmic thumping that makes the headboard pound the wall. His fingers are holding your sides hard, hes desecrating you, and it feels fucking perfect.
“Harder, Jin, please baby, harder—” the plea doesn't have the time to leave your mouth fully. He’s fucking you like a doll, animal and man all in one. Biting into your neck, groaning into your ear, wrecking your cunt like it’s been his all along. It hurts, but the burn is a welcomed thing; a thing that makes your eyes roll back and your toes curl. You're moaning like a bitch in heat, and it has him so fucking hard he's pretty sure he could kill someone with his cock right now.
His thrusts only gets rougher when he presses you down into the mattress, holding your face to look at him. His lips are on yours in seconds, tasting you, reminding you how loved you are even without words. He loves you like this, loves worshiping you in ways that transcend verbal language, displaying his love with deliberate action. Even if that action means you’ll be walking with a limp for the next two days. He just wants to feel you, your skin, your heartbeat, the warmth of your skin. It’s grounding for him, feeling you.
“You’re so pretty, you’re so soft—I want to break you, I want to fill this pussy up”. The dichotomy of his words, and actions, earns him a flowery moan, and nails raking down his back. He flips you over with one swift toss, the muscles in his arms coiling before they pin you onto your stomach, shoving your head into a pillow as he forces his cock back inside your weakened hole. The prone position has you panting, his cock brushing a whole new spot inside of you as he smacks into it, teeth grazing the back of your neck.
He grips your hips, tugs at your hair, kisses between your shoulder blades— its a sickening mixture of sour and sweet, entirely Jin. The thrusts become maddening, your hands gripping the sheets above you as he fucks you rotten. All while he does it, he’s whispering in your ears how much he loves you, despite the force of his cock inside of you. He’s pumping you dumb, and you can’t help but soak him and leak onto the sheets below you. You cum hard, driving yourself against the springy mattress, and he doesn’t hesitate to fill you right up like he said he would, moaning and panting from behind you. He doesn’t stop until he physically can’t keep going, and flips you back to face him before pressing his body against you again, slick with sweat and sticky.
You don’t have to say anything else. You brush the hair from his forehead and kiss him, over and over, thumb tracing over his scar, just taking him in. His eyes are half-lidded, exhausted, but sparkling with a genuine, perfect kind of love.
shuichi: quality time - sensory play
“I love spending time with you, Y/N” Shuichi confesses as he drags his tongue across your thigh. You can’t see him, but you feel him, soft scales and claws teasing you as his bandana blindfolds you. “Thank you for hanging out with me”.
Well fuck, he makes it sound like a goddamned charity case. Your boyfriend is an idiot. But fuck, if he doesn't make you feel stupid on his dick.
His claws tug at your underwear, slipping them off your body. The air is hot between your bodies, his tongue shooting out to your soaked core once, twice, just to taste. He chokes back a moan, “You taste like heaven,” his tail thumping behind him as if in agreement. He’s got you tied up, hands over your head with his belt against the headboard. His bandana is tied with precision over your eyes, your feet are loose, but that’s only so he can watch you squirm. His breath comes quickly next to your ear, sniffing you and nipping at your earlobe. “I wanted to try something new today, I hope that’s okay.”
It’s more than okay, as he drags a claw between your tits just enough for you to feel the prickle of sharpness. He then licks that same spot, blowing cold air over the wetness. He watches every small twitch from you, and you can only imagine the crimson of his stare as your skin floods with chills.
He grabs your foot, and you flinch; but his mouth works up. He kisses your toes, the sole of your foot, your ankle, your calf, your knee, the back of it, up your inner thigh. Your leg comes to rest on one shoulder; you can feel it, the muscled scales supporting the weight. He repeats the action on the other leg, until your hips have no choice but to be suspended mid-air. Ever the hedonist, Shuichi is, taking his sweet time with you always— it’s something he looks forward to. Learning you is a hobby that he’d gladly spend all of his time on.
“Just want you to focus on how it feels. …How I feel”. He whispers to you, and its much more confident now that his cocks are pressed right against you, throbbing against your waiting center and your clit. He doesn't sink either in, just teases you, slipping the tip of one in and out shallowly. Your hips buck up, forcing more of him inside, the texture too fucking good.
He swallows a groan, tickling down your sides with light scratches. It makes your skin shiver. You don’t know where he is, you don’t know what he’s going to do next, you can’t even see how he looks. Is he going to fuck you? Will he bite, kiss, scratch? The anticipation alone—
His fingers pinch a nipple, and you gasp. The sensation brings you right back to reality. Your his to play with, his to be studied.
“Hmm. I like that noise,” you can hear the half-smile in his voice as his hand pinches the other nipple. He rolls it between them gently, and then you feel his mouth on the other, wet and warm and claiming.
He's so quiet, sneaky even, and with your other senses so enhanced, you can feel every single ridge of his lower cock as it slips fully inside. Every bump along the underneath, the swelling and tapering of it as it fills you. Your hands pull at the restraints, nails pressed to your palm. The stimulation from Shuichi’s cocks alone makes the bandana over your face soak with tears, because every slow thrust is a new wave of euphoria. The other one mushes against your clit, slapping at a perfect rhythm that makes your toes curl beside his head.
If that wasn’t enough, he’s tracing little shapes across your body, humming to himself like he’s pleased with the reaction. “You’re so sweet to me, thank you for letting me try this” he kisses your neck, his mouth nudging against you so softly it feels like a nervous action; despite the fact that he’s nestled inside of you so tightly.
You whine, hips bucking. “Shu, please—”
He huffs out a breath, cock twitching inside of you. He shivers once, like he’s holding back only a little bit, before driving himself straight into your core to the hilt. Scaled hands with soft palms grip around the plush of your ass, holding your hips steady before going deeper, harder, moving himself without that previous nervous restraint.
His breathing quickens against yours, the top cock nudging your clit over and over until you cum around the bottom, clenching and grinding your hips up with pretty cries. He doesn’t stop, he just keeps going and going— sending you way over the edge, overstimulating every nerve in your shaking body.
You break harder the second time, and he’s tearing that blindfold from your face so fast so that he can make eye contact, deep crimson glazed over with pure adoration. “Fuck, oh my god—” the shock in his voice is thick and honeyed. “You’re so beautiful, ohmygod I’m gonna cum—” The cock pressed into your clit finishes with a shiver, and without warning, he floods inside of you with whimpers and groans. It’s such a cute sound, despite the sharp teeth and dark eyes, and it has you cumming for the third time, your body trembling mid-air, your legs pulling his face in closer so that your lips press against his.
You both heave, he undoes the belt on your wrists— he had forgotten they were even tied, honestly— and brings you in to hold you there, just listening to each others breathing, absorbing each others warmth (and shivers).
atsuhiro: gift giving - cock ring
“For you, my love”.
There’s a small black box in front of you, velvet and wrapped with a neat yellow ribbon. You crack it open gently, and inside is a single pink marble.
You pick it up, turning it over in your fingers before looking back at him. He takes it from you, closing his fingers around it until it blooms out into a two-piece sleek black toy.
He presses it into your palm, the ring piece thick and light all the same— and the other piece to the toy is in his hand still. He fiddles with it, clicking a set of buttons and turns the ring on. It comes to life effortlessly, vibrating with a tantalizing pattern.
His hands are undressing you slowly, the scent of cloves and oud on his skin filling you. His kisses against your back are light, fluttering things; a prelude.
He has you laid out on silk sheets in mere seconds, and the cock ring in your hands is still on when he takes it from you and slips it over his length, displaying it for you with starry eyes. You watch him stroke himself off a few times, his brows furrowing in concentration before he returns his attention to you, cock now vibrating at the same pace as the toy— and by god, does it feel good when he grinds between your legs.
“Would you like to try it?” he whispers in your ear, and your quick response makes him laugh a beat. “So excited for me, my love”.
He takes his time, which is so perfectly on brand— pressing kisses in the dips and curves of your body, places you wouldn’t expect lips to fall on. The conch of an ear, the dip of the clavicle, the apex of your fingers and the small of your back. He holds you in his lap, a set of two lovers, the vibrations sending chills up through your core all the way to your breastbone.
Atsuhiro is a generous partner. There are fresh flowers on the vanity every week, or a little love note on the mirror. He likes to spoil you when he can; and when he can’t— he finds a way to do it anyways. This reflects in the way he makes you cum; the way he pays rapt attention to your body and its needs, delivering orgasm after orgasm because “my love deserves it”.
His thin fingers are tracing lazy lines across the small of your back while his tongue is tasting your mouth, low sounds of pleasure in his chest. You pull away only for a second to see his flushed cheeks, his syrupy eyes half-lidded, batting slowly. “You look so handsome like this,” you kiss at his neck, and it makes him throb against the ring so hard that he moans.
The sensation is too much for either of you to ignore it any further. Your legs, on either side of his hips, wrap around him as he pulls you into his lap, sitting you right onto his thick, pleading cock. It doesn’t take any time to adjust because of the vibration— and the pulsing inside of you has your head thrown back in seconds, his fingers coming to wrap in your hair. You and him rock in time together, grinding and pumping and panting in sync with each other.
“That’s it, how does it feel, lover?” He purrs, voice dripping saccharine. You can’t answer with anything more than a desperate fluttering of your cunt, and he takes that as a high compliment. To leave you breathless is his favorite reaction, to watch the awe flood color onto your cheeks and nose.
“‘S Good, I really like this,” you manage to squeak out into his shoulder, and he hums to himself before undulating deeper and deeper against your core; pressing the vibrating base right against you. He peppers your neck in sloppy kisses, driving himself as close as he can; tip nudging against every perfect spot as it rocks in and out in short bursts.
He lays you on your back, all while keeping his arms around you; pressing you like a lotus flower as he drives himself in even deeper, kissing your cervix in rolling waves. His breathing is picking up, and the grinding of the vibrator is too much, paired with how deep he just seated himself. You bite your lip, and he kisses it instead, slipping his tongue into your mouth just in time to feel the warmth of your moans against it. He keeps that agonizing pace still, your walls clamping around his amplified cock; your eyes roll back.
“Fuck, I’m cumming, I’m—”
“I know, my love. Keep going for me,” he encourages you; still holding you tight, your bodies fused together deliciously. Pretty mocha curls are becoming sticky against his forehead, his breathing becoming shaky and desperate as he chases his own orgasm with a newfound willpower. The ring is holding him just tightly enough to make it harder for him to fill you up, despite how badly he wants to— but the pleasure is something even he can't complain about.
He lets you cum as many times as you need to— that is, probably around four times in different positions— until he yanks the ring off in a bamboo position and cums desperately across your tits and stomach, his chin falling into his chest as he watches his needy, swelled cock explode in spurts of pearl.
He wipes you down with a soft cloth, kissing the slightly-sticky spots after each swipe. His face is still flushed and his chest still erratic with broken breaths, but he takes care of you first; because being able to provide for you is a gift on its own.
