"I don't think she loves me." He said, looking at your sleeping baby.
You paused for a second, wondering if you heard him right then wondering if he truly felt that way. But, you husband was typically serious.
"What do you mean? Of course she loves you." You respond instantly, not wanting the thought of his 3 month old daughter hating him to take root in his brain.
“i know, but I’m always gone on missions she probably doesn’t even know who I am.”
“I assure you she does.” You smile, thinking about all the times her face lit up when he walked in her lane of sight.
He nodded as he continued getting ready for bed, but you could tell it still bothered him.
Before he turned off the light, he stood over her crib, kissed her forehead and said, "I love you, my precious princess."
Maybe she heard him and understood or maybe she was just having a happy dream, but as soon as he said that, her tiny sleeping face scrunched up into a little smile.
"You're right," He whispered to no one in particular, "but I love you most." He whispered to his little girl.
Sleepy mornings with your favorite Magic Knight Captain ♡
"Yami...."
A soft whisper escapes your lips, followed by a grunt as you adjust yourself beneath the said man. The weight of his body was suffocating, yet comforting at the same time.
You decide to give him a little bit of a nudge, nothing too strong but nothing too light either. He doesn't respond, still deep in his slumber as you try to fend off the rising sun's beams blazing in from the cracked window of the Black Bull's hideout.
After a moment of silence and the acceptance of defeat, you feel Yami adjust himself on top of you, followed by a soft grunt. His muscular arms find purchase around your mid-section, tightening just a bit.
Your arms move to reciprocate his actions, allowing one of your hands to slip up towards the base of his neck. A soft hum leaves the man as he feels your hand snake up towards his hair. You allow your fingertips to massage his scalp slowly and gently as you admire his breathtaking features.
The birds chirped cheerfully while you both lay tangled up with one another. Your fingers continue to card through his messy locks as you wait for the Magic Knights Captain to wake from his slumber. You feel his head adjust, nosing at the crook of your neck as he finally cracks his eyes open.
This catches your attention. Your hand comes to a halt.
"...mnn"
He groans in protest, his head moving slowly to prop his chin up on your chest. His eyes are still heavy, half-lidded as he meets your soft gaze.
"Good Morning," you whispered out softly, tilting your head down towards him with a soft curl to your lips, "Sleepyhead." Your hands finally continue to move through his locks, something that he definitely appreciated.
Yami only grunts in response, plopping his head back down into the crook of your neck. He plants a lazy kiss there before closing his eyes again. You can't find it in you to be mad at him for wanting to return to bed when he looks so relaxed. And of course, there was no better way to enjoy this moment than closing your eyes once again to fall into a comfortable silence.
A deep breath leaves the man's nose before you feel your position swiftly move from underneath him to beside him. His arms are still firmly wrapped around you, pulling your head closer to his chest this time. You can feel the steady thump, thump, thump of his heart as you allow yourself to breathe in his natural musk.
"Good Morning." He finally drawled out, voice barely above a whisper but full of rasp and sleep. You can't help but shiver at the sound of his deep, rumbly voice. The half-awake man leans down to place another peck on your forehead. His hands move to follow your ministrations from earlier, now massaging your scalp to lull you back to sleep.
Both you and Yami stay like this for a little while longer until there's a loud knock coming from the opposite side of the Captain's door. The said captain lets out an exaggerated groan, not wanting to give the uninvited guest a real answer.
Another knock followed along with a loud and boisterous voice.
"Captain Yami! It's time to get up!" Exclaims Asta from the other side. Your lover groans one more time before he wills himself to give his member a response.
"What the hell do you want? Leave us alone will ya?" Comes his response, much softer than his normal retorts that poor little Asta receives daily. You can hear Asta whine and grumble to himself as his footsteps disappear down the hallway.
Neither of you move to get up. The warmth far too peaceful to interrupt; however, it was beginning to get quite rowdy outside in the lobby. Multiple sounds of laughter and a big BOOM could be heard, making your body jolt.
"I guess it's time we get up..." You hushed out, separating your body just an inch from his to make eye contact. His gaze locks with yours, lingering for a second before he huffs, "I suppose so."
You can see the small pout forming on his gruff features, lips tugging slightly downwards. Who would've thought the great big and bad Yami Sukehiro would be so cute and pouty?
One of your hands moves to cup the side of his face, his head tilting to lean into it as your thumb brushes his lower lip. His stubble tickles your palm a bit as you lean in closer, your breaths mingling and ghosting over one another. A breathy laugh emits from you, brushing past his lips. His brows furrow at your quiet laughter.
You whisper out a soft, "You're so cute when you're sleepy." before finally closing in with a soft peck on his lips, hand still resting on his cheek.
A/N: Uhm hi! I just started rewatching Black Clover and just really really wanted to write for Yami as my first post. Proofreading def did not happen.
a bit suggestive, but just something silly i thought out while watching a filler :3
you wandered the halls of the black bulls hideout, searching for your captain, who seemed devoid of every responsibility said title held. you only had a question about a mission you were preparing for, yet you passed vanessa and magna having a drinking contest, luck trying to fight asta, even charmy trying to shove strawberry shortcakes in gauche’s mouth while he caressed a picture of his sister. still, no yami.
that was until you wandered down the darker halls that led to the back door, which had a straight shot to yami’s room. he loved drinking, coming home quite late in the night, choosing the back door as to not run into any of the runts on the way in.
first, you heard deep muttering. then, scraping on the walls. you saw him; completely nude (save his grimoire belt), hair disheveled, cigarette hanging from his lips, leaning against the raspy stone walls of the old castle.
“oh, captain!” you exclaimed, turning your back to the raven-haired man with red cheeks, “where-where’d your clothes go?!” you thought for a moment before turning back, narrowing your eyes at his own. “did you go gambling again?”
“guilty asss charged,” he slurred, a smirk painting his expression, “now i gotta wait for my next damn check to make this bet money back!”
“you’re naked, and you’re worried about money?!” you smacked his bicep, barely enough for him to feel it beneath his extra large muscles.
“don’ mind bein’ naked when ’m around you,” he muttered as you pushed him along to his room. thankfully you were standing behind him, or he’d be able to see how flustered his words made you.
“bed time!” you led him down the hallway still, choosing to ignore his last comment, lest you end up in his bed tonight.
tags: yami sukehiro x fem!reader, captain x subordinate, fluff, comfort, yami taking care of reader, love confession, oneshot
summary: reader often suffers from migraines which result in sleepless nights. Yami's always there to take care of her
You were an ice mage, a powerful one. Every spell you cast shimmered with raw, crystalline power, bending frost and snow to your will. Yet the more magic you wielded, the weaker you became after, as if your very essence was being leeched away. When the battle ended, your body would betray you: freezing aches crawling through your bones, and migraines that struck like jagged shards of ice behind your eyes. Everything until you recovered again and warmed yourself enough to function properly again.
Another sleepless night caused by an awful migraine. You wandered through the corridors of Black Bulls headquarters, deciding to head outside for a walk not to wake anyone up. But someone was already up.
"Tch. That headache again?" You heard deep, familiar voice of your captain.
"Ah, captain..." you looked down intimidated currently by his strong presence, when he found you at your weakest, wearing only light pajamas.
Yami steps closer, the glow from his cigarette briefly lighting the sharp concern in his eyes before he flicks it away. He tilts your chin up with two fingers, rough, but careful.
"You're ice-cold again. You pushed too hard, yesterday" he exhaled scratching the back of his head. "Should’ve said somethin’ earlier."
He shrugs off his tattered cloak and drapes it over your shoulders, warmth clinging to the fabric from his body heat.
"C'mon. We’re gettin’ you warm before you turn into a damn popsicle." A smirk tugs at his stubbled jaw. "Wouldn’t look good if my strongest mage froze solid on my watch."
You smiled with gratitude and nodded, surrendering to his lead and putting yourself under his care. Yami nudges your shoulder with his as he guides you toward the kitchen, boots thudding lazily against the floorboards.
"Next time, just wake me up. I’ll brew tea, light a fire… whatever it takes to keep that head of yours from crackin’ open." He said in his usual nonchalant tone.
The man tosses a dry log into the stove and sparks a flame with his lighter, after a split second igniting warmth.
"...And no more midnight escapes. All my mages should be in their rooms sleeping by 11" he added with that slight hint of unserious exaggeration whenever he joked around.
You let out a small chuckle, at this child-like treatment. You were far older than newer recruits like Asta and Noelle, your age was closer to Yami's, yet sometimes his caring nature made him treat you like a needy kid.
Your cheeks flushed a little under impression of his words. So warm, so familiar, so caring contrasting with his brutal nature.
"You're way too good to me, captain" you muttered softly, slightl playfulness lingering in your voice.
"Don't be gettin’ soft on me now."
Yami avoids your gaze for a moment, poking at the fire making sure it burns hit enough to provide warmth for you. The light dances over his stubble, his messy black hair, hiding the faint twitch of his lips.
"Someone’s gotta keep you from turnin’ into an ice statue" he throws another log in the flames. "You'd definitely look good standing like that in living room but I prefer you warm and alive"
He grabs a chipped mug from the shelf, one that survived daily black bulls shenanigans, and pours steaming water over dried tea leaves.
"Here." He shoves it into your hands, voice gruff but warm. "Drink up till the last drop. Captain's orders."
"Yes, captain" you took the cup from him, warming your frigid hands. A sip of steaming beverage made pleasant warm spread through your body. You moved to the couch taking a seat.
"Good. Now stay there." He commanded.
Yami stomps over to the supply cabinet, yanking out a thick blanket, threadbare at the edges but still warm from being stashed near a heating charm. He tosses it at you without finesse.
You returned him his cloak and wrapped yourself in a soft blanket. Your face flushed with relief and comfort as you settled comfortably sipping more of the warm aromatic drink.
"Wrap up. I saw you shiver just now."
He leans against the counter, arms crossed, watching as steam curls from your mug as if to make sure it's still warm enough even though he just brewed it.
"You are making me worried, though" he grumbled his eyebrows furrowing slightly "It's been happening more often lately. I'm feeling like if I don't watch over you, you might freeze to death.
You look down, eyes stuck on your forearms where little ice crystals lingered, not sure how to respond. Your power was a double edged sword, fierce and brave on the battle ground but making you feeble and frail after.
Yami drags a chair over with his foot—sitting too close, knees almost bumping into yours. He fishes out another cigarette but doesn’t light it yet, just flicks the unlit end between his fingers.
"If you don't inform your captain about those side effects... I might put you in detention."
You look up at him with a gaze that explained more than words. Uncertainty, vulnerability, plead for understanding.
He leans in, voice dropping to a gravelly murmur.
"Or I could start expectin’ you to need this every night?Or maybe you want me to just stick around and make sure ya don't freeze solid on principle?"
You hear that teasing in his voice again making you less nervous about the situation.
You let out a soft exhale with a weak smile. "I don't think it's a secret that I like when you take care of me, captain. Those migraines....are seriously unbearable. But you make me suffer less each time you help me out."
"Mhm."
Yami glances away again, lighting his cigarette, corner of his lips almost curling into something that could look like a smile.
After a moment of silence when you focused on your tea and Yami on his cigarette, his hand reaches out to rest against your forehead, his palm shockingly warm compared to the ice of your skin.
"Still freezin’," he grumbles. "C'mon. Lie down."
He waits till you finish the last sip and shoves a spare pillow against the armrest, urging your head to move with a light nudge. You obediently flopped on the couch, your body that felt heavy at the moment landing there with a thud.
"Atta girl."
Yami's hand lingers on your brow for half a second too long, calloused and rough, but almost too gentle, then it pulls away spread the blanket over your shoulders, fixing the pillow under your sore head.
"Better?"
He moves to sit on the edge of the couch, weight dipping the cushion. It places him close enough that you can smell tobacco.
“Much better,” you exhaled, contentment easing into your chest. The smell of cigarettes was strangely comforting.
"Good."
Yami relaxes, leaning back against the armrest. One foot rests on the coffee table, the other on the floor, legs spread wide and relaxed, taking up too much room. But you didn't mind at all. It felt oddly domestic with both of them being just themselves.
"Gotta say…" he mutters, flicking the cigarette between his knuckles.
"Hm, what is it, captain?" You shift your head to look up at him.
"Nothin'."
Yami glances down at you, one eyebrow raised like you caught him mid-thought. The corner of his mouth twitches—half smirk, half something quieter.
"Just thinkin’… I'm damn lucky you joined my squad"
He leans back further, folding his arms behind his head.
"You're a bit of pain in ass but I ain’t complainin’."
His voice drops low again—teasing, but laced with something warmer than smoke and fire.
"I'm lucky I was chosen" you let your eyes flutter shut feeling warmer each minute. "I wouldn't have it any other way. I have best mates and... couldn't wish for a better captain"
"If being best captain means sittin’ here watchin’ you sleep like some creep? Hell, I’ll take it."
You couldn't help but chuckle softly at his remark.
"I don't mind being watched over by you like that, captain. It makes me feel safe" you admitted sincerely.
"Is that so…"
Yami exhales slow, eyes narrowing as he watches you. His smirk lazy smirk tugging on his mouth.
He shifts, leaning forward, elbows on his knees, eyes locked with yours.
"You really mean that… don't ya? You feel safe, with me watchin'."
His eyes flicker with something warm, something unexpectedly tender.
You extended your hand and carefully took the cigarette from him, inhaling the smoke as if savouring it, before placing it back in his grasp. “Yes,” you murmured, a faint, fond smile touching your mouth. "I mean it."
Yami looks away with a huff. The cigarette is halfway to his mouth, forgotten as he stares at the opposite wall, too aware of your touch still lingering on his hand, the feeling of your gaze.
"You don't play fair" he flicks your forehead.
The words come out grumbled, half-obscured by the cigarette shoved between his lips. His free hand reaches to rub a thumb against your knuckles, as an excuse to check your body temperature – still cold, but no longer frozen.
Yami lets out a huff, not quite a sigh, but close. "Jus' couldn't sleep. Got up, thought I'd have a smoke. Wasn't expectin' to find ice-princess headin' outside in the middle of the night."
He exhales another stream of smoke. It curls against the dim light of the room, wrapping around his sharp features.
"You're not overworking yourself, are you, captain?" You asked softly opening your eyes a little, observing the dancing fire across the room.
"Me? Nah."
Yami leans back, scratching his stubble with a rough hand. His voice is steady, but there’s a flicker in his eyes, like he’s not exactly telling the truth and knows you can see it.
"Just… been hearin’ things. Movements near the border. Nobles actin’ sketchy again, like always."
He taps ash into an ashtray at coffee table, gaze fixed on the grey powder.
"And… well." He lowers his voice slightly. "Someone's gotta watch over my team when they're too insufferable."
His eyes slide to you.
You look up at him meeting his gaze
"Next time I'll return the favor. I'll let you relax and take a break. Paper work, watching over the squad, anything."
Yami snorts, blowing out a stream of smoke. He seems about to argue, but then pauses, eyes narrowing as he studies you.
"You're serious, aren't you."
It's not a question. His smirk returns, but it's not his usual sly grin, something softer, deeper.
"You'd really try to take care of me, huh."
"Only if you’d permit it,"you said, your voice barely above a whisper.
"Mm. We'll see about that."
Yami huffs and ashes the cigarette into the tray again. The room falls silent for a spell, quiet, but not uncomfortable. He remains where he is, close enough to feel the heat from your body.
His eyes rake over you again, this time slower, thoughtful. It's hard to read his expression like this, like he's battling something inside himself.
His thumb rubs feather light circles against your knuckles, not quite realizing he's doing it, a gesture so unlike him.
You savoured the faint warmth of his touch, letting it dissolve the frost you carried, heat seeping gently into her skin. “I do care. Very much,” you murmured. "Besides…"A small smile curved your lips. "Every man needs a woman’s guiding hand at some point."
Yami lets out a short, sharp laugh, half surrender. He shakes his head, stubble scratching against the back of his hand as he rubs it across his mouth.
He leans in just slightly—close enough that the light from the fire catches the glint in his dark eyes.
"You tryin' to fix me now?"
His voice drops low—teasing at first but with something warmer underneath.
"...Might be too late for that."
His fingers brush a loose strand of hair from your forehead as you tilt your head trying to read the meaning of his words.
"Captain’s already been taken, you know."
"Taken?"
Your eyes widened in a shock as you gripped the blanket, hoping maybe you misunderstood.
"Yeah."
Yami's eyes stay locked with yours, dark, intense. Smoke curls again from the forgotten cigarette between his fingers, as he leans closer, the couch shifting under his weight.
"Taken, as in…"
His thumb brushes against your cheek—light, like a whisper. He's close enough that your breath mingles, warm and heavy.
"Taken by a cold ice-princess who doesn't even realise she's stolen my damn heart by now."
"Wha—" you parted your lips, but no words came. Your wide eyes searched his, firelight flickering in their depths. You looked shocked, stunned even, yet something fragile and hopeful still lingered in your gaze.
"Surprised?"
Yami's smirk is back, but softer than usual—more teasing than sharp. His thumb brushes against your cheek again, tracing along the contour of your jaw. His voice remains low, almost a whisper.
"Shouldn't be. Not a secret I’ve been wantin' you for a while now."
He leans in even further, breath mingling again.
"And I don't plan on lettin' anyone else have you."
You pushed herself up, clutching the blanket to your chest as if it could steady you. “Are you… serious?” The words came out fragile, almost disbelieving. Hope fluttered uneasily in your chest, bright and terrifying all at once, because a moment ago, he had seemed so far beyond your reach.
"Damn straight."
Yami huffs, watching you sit upright with something between amusement and intensity in his eyes. The blanket slips slightly, but he reaches up to fix it, fingers grazing your shoulder through the fabric.
"Never been more certain of anything."
He holds your gaze, steady and unflinching.
You gulped, trembling under the weight of his words, your thoughts reeling. “Yeah…I mean...” The word barely left your lips. “I wouldn’t mind being yours, captain.” You drew a shaky breath. “Truth is… I think I’ve wanted that for a very long time.”
"Good. We are on the same page then"
Yami's lips twisted into a smirk again, his hand shifting to rest on your shoulder. The touch was gentle, rough fingertips drawing lazy circles on your skin. It was an easy-going gesture, but it held a possessive undercurrent.
You shifted closer, clinging to him, your arms looping around his strong one, as if holding on to more than just his body. Finally, you let yourself lean in, letting the nearness you’d longed for wash over you.
A low, almost pleased noise escaped him as you closed the distance. After a while he shifted, wrapping his arm around you and tugging you closer, the blanket wrapped around the two of you. He smelled like smoke, warm and bitter
"Damn," he muttered against your skin, voice low and gruff. "You're still freezing for my liking"
"In this position…” you exhaled softly, a shiver running through you. “I’ll get warm pretty soon.” you felt yourself melting into him, surrendering to the heat of the moment.
"Hah… that so?"
Yami chuckles—low and rough, vibrating against your neck where his face still rests. His grip tightens, pulling you even closer until there's no space left between you. The heat of his body seeps through the blanket, burning away the cold like a slow-spreading flame.
"Mm. Guess you’re right."
He lifts his head just enough to look at you, eyes half-lidded, voice thick with something warm and lazy.
Your eyes locked on his, warm, tender, and full of quiet fondness. Ever since joining the squad, you had admired Yami from afar. You had been his right hand, steadfast and loyal. And now you finally get what you yearned for.
Yami’s voice dropslow, when he says your name, like he’s holding back something.
His fingers slide up to cradle the side of your face, calloused thumb brushing over your cheekbone as he studies you.
"I’ve been watchin" you since day one, you know. You were always truly impressive"
You gasped softly, hear beating just faster at his heartfelt confession.
"You fought like hell just to prove yourself here, even when no one else gave a damn. And I…" He smirks faintly. "I liked that fire in you."
He leans in until his forehead rests against yours, a gesture surprisingly affectionate and tender.
"But now?" His voice is barely above a whisper. "Now, you're more than just that.
You're my woman."
And for once he says it soft.
“Captain’s woman…” you breathed, unable to believe it, your pulse hammering in your chest, cheeks burning. “It’s… an honor.” Every word trembled with awe and something tender you could hardly contain.
You tilted your head slightly, heart hammering against your ribs. The firelight danced across his face, highlighting the faint curve of a smile you hadn’t dared to imagine.
Your hands rose almost instinctively, resting against his chest, feeling the steady thrum of his heartbeat beneath your fingers. He leaned in, slow, deliberate, giving you every moment to pull away, but you didn’t.
When your lips finally met, it was gentle at first, a tentative brush that sent shivers down your spine. Then, as if every doubt, every restraint melted away, the kiss deepened, soft, lingering, full of unspoken confessions. You pressed closer, letting yourself sink into the warmth of him, into the reality you had longed for.
The smell of tobacco clings to the air as moonlight slips through the window, silver light piercing the dark room. It catches the drifting smoke, thin and slow, as it glides outside. Yami stands near the windowsill, one bare shoulder braced against the frame, staring out. His boxers sit low on his hips, the moonlight tracing the lines of his chest.
“Come back to bed,” you whisper, brushing your fingers over the silk sheets where he had been, still warm, still creased with the shape of his body.
He turns toward you, exhaling another slow puff of smoke. The cigarette hangs loosely from his lips, the ember glowing faintly in the dark.
“Idiot,” he mutters. “What’d you wake up for?”
But he's already walking back to you.
He flicks the cigarette away without looking, the faint glow disappearing as he climbs back onto the bed. The mattress dips beneath his weight.
He leans down and kisses you, soft and warm, and all too quick. You can taste the tobacco on his lips.
"Those things are gonna kill you one day," you murmur as he pulls away, finally settling beside you. He guides your head onto his chest, running a calloused hand through your hair.
"My job's people trying to kill me. At least let me pick how I kick the bucket."
"Yes, here lies Captain Yami, who died valiantly fighting a… cigarette." You mock sleepily, waving your hands. He catches them, lacing his fingers through yours.
He's quick, flipping you onto your back. The tumble wakes you right up, groggy eyes flying wide open.
"Stop naggin' me, woman."
His hands never leave yours, now clasped firmly above your head. His black hair hangs loosely, dark strands framing his face as he stares down at you, steel eyes meeting your own. Something about the way he looks at you, the way his rugged features always seem to soften just a bit, makes your chest tighten.
His hands relaxes, moving down to gently cup your cheek, and you feel the hardened skin brushing against your own, a testament to his years of work with a sword.
“Yami…” you whisper softly, his lips move to capture yours, while his other hand guides your leg around his waist, settling at your hip as he gently squeezes between kisses.
His lips move against yours, tongue sweeping against your bottom lip. Your lips part eagerly, the taste of earth and ash melting on your tongue. And for always naggin' him about smoking… you couldn't get enough of the taste of it on his tongue.
His hands slides under your shirt, rough fingers grazing the soft skin, and your breath catches softly into the kiss.
He pulls back only enough for his breath to fan across your lips, his forehead brushing against yours.
“Still worryin’ about that cigarette?” he smirks.
You huff softly. "Someone has to."
Truth be told, the absolute last thing on your mind was a cigarette.
A low chuckle rumbles in his chest before he kisses you again.
The End :) As always let me know if you enjoyed reading! Sorry it's so short, it's been a minute since I've written anything..
I had planned on writing nsfw, but I've only ever written sfw so I chickened out, but ill work up to it one day,,, ,_,
♡ a million. he wants a whole army of little ones running around. he has an endless list of names picked out and he just can’t help but feel like the most pure way to express his love for you is to create a little life and raise a wonderful person with you.
♡ one or two. loves the idea of raising a child or two with you. he wants to watch and nurture a life, he wants to be the best father he can. he wants to support his child and find out what kind of person they’ll be with you right by his side. doesn’t even care if they’re biological.
♡ doesn’t matter to him. it’s entirely up to you, it’s not like he would grow them in his body anyway. he has unconditional love for you, and if you chose to bring a child into your lives he will love them as well. will love you with a child, will love you without.
— aizawa (mha), LEVI (aot), nanami (jjk), sakusa, iwaizumi, kageyama (hq), kagami, murasakibara (knb), william (bc), giyuu (kny), kakashi
♡ get those things away from him. will hiss at them. doesn’t have a way with kids, it’s not a good idea. if you really DO want a child, he will give you one. but he will never, EVER, admit that he loves the little bastard. you think you see him cuddling them in the middle of the night? nope, get your eyes checked.
Men who have a sick satisfaction of fingering your cunt while you struggle to stay on your feet
He loves whenever you act bratty or quick witted with him ,He would just be quiet and smile politely at you in public and brush it off as a joke in front of everybody else but once you guys settle back home he will taunt you for hours.
He would simply corner you in the living room and roughly pull you towards him as he he holds your neck to kiss your stubborn mouth passionately yet asserting dominance.Your breath would get heavier and you would even beg him to satisfy that hot build up ache that he has cause.He would give you a half teasing smile and act as if you asked him the most hardest question just for the sake of you needing him more than usual.
But your desperate eyes was getting glassy so why would he ever turn down he’s lovely girl ,He’s rough yet gentle hands slowly pry between your legs as he slowly caress your damp panties.Your knees slightly buckling and you slip a frustrated moan.
“F-fuck baby just remove it”
You would demand him and he would just tsk at that demand and give you what you wanted ,He would remove your panties and with precise he circles your clit which almost made you lose balance and he would just chuckle at that and continue circling your achey clit,You let out soft whines and moans on how good every movement felt.
Yet unfortunately this was a trap that you fell into cause for the past solid 10minutes which felt like an hour he kept you standing with him slowly fingering your soft cunt as your legs shake and buckle from pleasure and exhaustion,You were now a whimpering mess begging him to allow you to sit or to even hold onto him.
“Aww is my sweetheart tired ,oh no you not honey you are a strong girl right?”
He would ask with a mock grin as he gently stroke your clit with his thumb and insert a finger in your warm cunt as you let a broken whine and trying to hold onto him for balance but he wouldn’t allow you to do so which made you feel more humiliated and vulnerable.
“Cmon baby speak up where is my bossy girl now mhm?”
Every condescending question wrapped with false curiosity made your pussy clench around more and he would just tsk at you and continue playing with your pussy and rubbing your puffy clit .
Maybe this was the only way to get you to shut up
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