sometimes yuuji just lets you finger his mouth. Like, no weird shit (def weird shit..) but like, it just happens. Sitting on the couch. Head in your lap. Movie playing, immersed eyes. Not on purpose, casual. Your fingers start tracing his lips. Dry but it’s okay. Remind yourself to put chapstick on him before bed. He just lays in your lap, silent, trained on the movie. You trace his jaw, back to his lips. Slow, sensual, usual. He doesn’t flinch, doesn’t look at you. You either.
In your other hand, his soft pink hair. Tousled. Pinching and moving through it, your fingertips push on his mouth, past and onto his tongue, explorative. He grunts slightly in content and lets you roam. Flushed cheeks but not on purpose, it just naturally happens, like a blade of grass bends in a breeze. His lips pucker over your knuckles and you drag your hand over the soft insides of his cheeks. You hook on his teeth, memorize the inside of his mouth a little more, massaging his scalp with your other. He moans and you keep playing. He’s a toy, a stress toy. Cursory submission. He falls into it like a soft spongy bed, bouncing as he hits the surface of it, mind a little hazy. There’s something about surrendering himself to you, and something about being surrendered to that makes the transition so easy.
Sucking on your fingers, you push them in and out. Yuuji nips every now and then, scraping teeth over skin to thank you for the comfort. Thumb coming to his chin in acknowledgment. The show is much more enjoyable when you share this intimacy, for both of you.
I can’t get over the idea of a big, beefy, pure hunk of mussel man getting absolutely destroyed by his little wife/girlfriend! There known to be an absolute monster in the streets. Crushing anyone they get there large, scared hands on in a fight. But in the comfort of your shared bed he’s nothing but a puddle of what he used to be underneath you. Panting whiny pleas, and apologizing over and over as you fuck yourself on his monster dick. Just a moment earlier he was staring down at you with a lopsided grin. “ Aww you think you can top me baby? When you get tired just let daddy know.. I’ll be sure to take care of ya.” Oh if only you had a camera to show everyone his pathetic state. He whined staring up at you with half lidded, teary eyes. Sweat shone on his forehead and chest as he panted, his grip tightened by the second on your waist. He sobbed before releasing a guttural moan. He threw his head back up into the pillows, before spilling his hot load in your dripping sex. You stilled on top of him momentarily relishing in the feeling of fullness. He barely opened his eyes staring up at you silently begging for mercy. You cooed at his shuddering while rolling your hips into his cock. You smiled feeling sickly sweet as you stared him down. You leaned forward slightly beginning to tweak his hardened nipples. “ when you get tired just let mommy know…I’ll be sure to take care of ya.” You quickly straddled him, his shine covered cock slipping inside your stretched cunt again easily. His eyes shot opened as he released a string of curses.
Izuku Midoriya, Touya Todoroki, Gojo Satoru, Hakari Kinji, Tengen Uzui, Inosuke Hashibira, Eren Yeager, Jean Kristien, Denji Hayakawa~
Thinking about some big and strong man, always leading others and deciding stuff.
Thinking about him losing himself to you, looking at you and not knowing how to think anymore, cause your eyes are looking like spirals and the colors they do are so pretty. He can't think and look at the same time.
The drool starts to form on his smile and his body relax, just like his mind.
He's so into the spirals he didn't realize he was agreeing with you on something, something about being your pet or something like that, it's not important anyway. The important thing is to think about the spirals and let the other thinking to you.
can u do a Miguel O’Hara fic where we peg n babygirl him and just spoil him 😩😩
Massage Therapy
miguel o’hara x reader
sypnosis: miguel is stressed from a long day of being spiderman and what better way to relieve that than by giving him a massage?
cw: use of y/n, she/her pronouns, pegging, miguel is babygirl (and stressed), soft dom!reader, beefy man getting a massage from his gf, afab reader, reader uses a strap, fingering (male receiving bc prep is important!!), miguel gets oiled up (i’d pay to see that irl), miguel has a praise kink that goes both ways, miguel calls reader mami bc thats hot idc., also u both speak spanish (miguel more than reader (had to use google translate 🙏 so pardon any mistakes.)), no specified looks for y/n, kinda short after care?? idk, big strong men r always submissive at heart, u guys were in the shower for a little bit, these r a lot of cw
jay i’ve been procrastinatin mb stink hope u like this xx
miguel sighed as he grabbed the spare key under his front doormat. He was sweating, his muscles ached and he couldn’t help but groan as he entered his apartment.
his mind was clouded with sleep and the intention of getting to his partner as his large frame walked towards the bathroom, already hearing running water from the shower he slipped in. the mirror was covered in steam and miguel quickly undressed.
he pulled the shower curtain back, a scream irrupted from the girl in the shower. “fuck, miguel!” she gasped, a hand was over her heart as miguel chuckled.
“lo siento, mi amor..” he grinned, cracking his back and stepping under the shower stream and sighing pleasantly. he grabbed her love handles, head handing low as the shower water rushed over him “te extrañé, mi vida.”
she hummed, giving him a soft kiss on the lips when he bent down. “i missed you too,” grabbing the soap she squirted some into her hand then took the time to rub it all over her body. “how was saving the universe?” she smiled
“día agotador. as usual. today was… more tame though.” he cracked his back before moving her under the stream and stepping back.
“jesus, miguel.” she cringed at his loud cracking. “when was the last time you had a massage?” she washed the soap off her diligently, brows furrowed as she tried to look at miguel through the water.
he sucked in his breath, the dates becoming to cluttered to remember. y/n huffed through her nose.
“you need to take better care of yourself if y’re going to be doing this spider-man stuff.” she reprimanded, clicking her tongue while her eyes narrowing at him, clearly upset from the way he was ‘taking care’ of himself.
“m’sorry.” he groaned quietly, snaking his hands around her waist. “let me help you, mi hermosa..” he soothed, washing off any left over soap on her to help get back in her good graces. his rough hands smoothed over her body with precision, gripping her ass when he was done.
y/n leaned into his touch, “one of these days i’m gunna give you a massage, hun. your knots have knots.” she could feel the stress and pain in his shoulders from where she was standing. “you deserve it,” she turned grabbed the soap and sprayed some in her hands. she roamed and mapped out his body, watching the way it glistens up his body with desire.
“i’ll keep your word for it.” he gave her a cheeky grin, fangs flashing.
you were always one to live up to your promises.
“okay, qué están haciendo?” miguel asked with a little chuckle. “i’m at your mercy, mi amor.” he was sat on the bed, no clothes on with a smirk on his face
“put your head here and relax for me, miguel.” y/n patted a singular pillow on the edge of the bed, trying not to stare at every bit of him. once he settled she grabbed the massage oil, rubbed it in her hands then began to spread it along miguel’s body.
in all his glory miguel layed in your shared bed, naked and lathered in oil. his face was smooshed into a pillow as y/n worked methodically on his back muscles. she gasped at the knots she felt under his skin.
“y’re so tense, miguel. you’ve been working so hard, hm?” every crack, push, and movement with y/n’s hands had miguel moaning with pleasure.
“joder, mami. you feel so good.” he sighed into the pillow, letting out a deep groan when she touched a specific spot. “fuck-“
“feels good doesn’t it?” her voice was sultry when she whispered in his ear, enjoying the way he shivered. “my big mans’ been working day and night. maybe i should’ve done this sooner.” she grinned, cracking a spot on his back that had him moaning loud.
“ah..-“ he moaned. “ay dios mío- yes that feels good so good, mi amor.” his voice was shaky, “that was the spot.”
“good, good..” she mumbled, her massages traveled down to his lower back to a spot she knew was sore. she pressed down and heard a good crack come out. every moan or noise he made was like singing praises to her. this was about miguel tonight.
“you know me so well, love. you’re like an angel right now-“ his voice and compliments became more broken the more he massage. “s-so good.” miguel could already feel himself becoming way less tense the more she worked. but there was still another tense spot he was starting to sport, and it was hard not to notice.
“jeez, miguel.” y/n snickered, feeling miguel up as she smoothed her hands over his back. “that good, huh?”
all miguel could do was grumble, “well-“ he sighed. “i do have an incredibly beautiful lady on top of me-“ he moaned when she massaged his shoulders. “so i’m just- responding to that.” he grinned.
“very responsive, indeed.” she teased, “want me to take care of that for you?” she smoothed her hand over his ass.
“i wouldn’t say no to that.” miguel chuckled, “love it when you take care of me like that..”
“i know you do.” she hummed.
…
“y’know..” she trailed off, grabbing the oil and dabbing some on her hand. “we haven’t filled this up in a while..” she traced and rimmed his hole, the smile on her face was almost contagious.
“you’re a tease.” miguel snorted. “but you’re right, we haven’t.” he relaxed deeply into the pillow. “makes me wonder what else will be joining us tonight..” he laugh was deep in his chest, grinning at the idea they shared.
“well, tonight is about you. wouldn’t be bad if i took care of other places then your back.” she pushed a finger in slightly before removing it.
“oh my,” he sucked in a breath. “well if the offers on the table, i would like the sound of that.” he chuckled.
“it is definitely on the table,” she peppered kissed along his back, staying in a few spots as she pushed her finger in slowly. “i need to prep you though first, okay?”
“soy todo tuyo, mami. do what you must.” his voice shook with a groan, relaxing more and more into the bed as she fingered him. he let out a deep whine as she curled one finger.
“m’gunna add another, okay?” she removed her finger and watched as his hole gaped slightly as she added oil to her middle and point. she slowly pushed into his hole again, his moans egging her on to go deeper.
she pulled out her fingers and right as they were about to escape she pushed them back in. “you’re so tight, miguel. ease up a little.” she massaged his thigh with his other hand, she fingered him slowly, moving her fingers in a beckoning motion.
“fuck- oh, cariño, te sientes tan bien.” miguel mumbled, his cock rutting slowly into the bed.
y/n snorted, pulling out slowly. she got up and went into their closet, shuffling around before finding a shoe box with plenty of things shuffling around in it. she opened it up and grabbed a particular item before stalking back towards miguel’s submissive figure. she fixed the strap-on to herself before settling back into her original position and spread his cheeks.
“this is going to hurt a little.” she mumbled into his ear, voicing soothing. “but you can take it, miguel. you always do.” she praised, rubbing oil on the strap-on then lining it up his hole. she placed soft kisses all along him as she pushed in, his breathing was heavy while his moans turned into soft whines of pain and pleasure from the depths of his throat.
once she was settled she pulled out slowly. going all the way to only the tip in then slamming in him at a medium pace in prone bone position.
he was slowly falling apart on her cock, fangs bared and claws clinging to the sheets and throaty groans unraveled from his mouth. each thrust was deep, prodding at his deepest parts. a hand was on his lower back to not only keep him in place but to hit farther, to that specific spot that had him screaming all those nights ago and it was y/n’s mission to get him to that point. she wanted to spear him on her cock like how he’s done for her. she sung praises in his ear, enjoying his pleads and fuss on how good it feels. how much he needed this. how much he loves you.
it was all sweet, y/n snaked her hand under him to toy with his cock, rubbing her thumb over the tip and using his precum to jerk him off. it was intimate, what miguel craved for.
“e-estoy cerca de correrme,” miguel stuttered out. “i’m close- so close, cariño.” his hips shook with fevor as y/n’s pace of thrust became faster.
“go ahead, mi amor.” she kissed him gently, slipping her tongue inside him as he started to come. “that’s it.” she whispered, finding joy in his moans as her thrust lackadaisically slowed. “doing so good for me, let all your stress leave.”
she let him catch his breath before pulling out. he whined at the feeling, bucking his hips deeper into the sheets. “roll over for me, love.” she kissed his shoulders gently, helping him roll over before taking off her strap-on. she made her way to the kitchen and filled a glass with water to give to him.
“that felt amazing, mi amor..” he stretched gently, sitting up against the headboard and drinking the water.
as he drunk the cooling liquid she used a warm rag to wipe wherever his cum sprayed along with the sheets, mumbling how she’ll wash them in the morning. she placed soft kisses along his back and chest, smoothing her hands over every battle scar and mumbling praises into his skin.
…
“did you enjoy yourself?” his words were soft as he pulled her close to him.
“of course i enjoyed myself, i was taking care of you.” she said in a light voice, kissing still trailing along his skin.
“mhmmm, you always know how to make me feel good.” his voice was hoarse and his hands were lazily trailing her body. “you’re simply the best.”
she grinned at his compliments. “are you trying to butter me up right now?”
“maybe, is my flattery working?”
“nope.” she chuckled. “are you aching anymore?”
“no, i feel a whole lot better actually.” he shuffled under the blankets with her, enjoying the warmth they shared. “gracias, amor mío.”
ok but CAN we talk about virgin bokuto because the thought has me foaming at the mouth
he's just so sensitive and needy :(
sucking bokuto sensitive nipples and he can't help but cum in his pants because it feels too good :(
ugh virgin!Bokuto is just *chefs kiss*
virgin!Bokuto who didn't really get serious about wanting to be intimate with someone well after his first official year with the Jackals. Who didn't have a non existent sex drive but one that he'd jerk off a few times a week to whatever was popular on Pornhub and then call it good. Who had an idea of how it worked and it felt nice but didn't spend too much thought on that. Until he met you.
virgin!Bokuto who can't get rid of his hard on. Jerking off daily and he can't keep his hands to himself. Who has been yelled at in the locker room multiple times but he just can't stop it. Every time he sees you it lingers with him days afterwards. Filling his head with lewd thoughts that plague him until he's fucking his own fist and moaning your name.
virgin!Bokuto who finally snags the ultimate catch. You. Nothing compares to how badly he needs you. Turning him into a mess just from the way you touch his arm and rest your hand on his thigh. None of it is hidden either. You catch on way before Bokuto wants to admit anything.
virgin!Bokuto who is a mess when you jerk him off for the first time. Thrusting, wiggling, moaning, panting, drooling. Big beef wing spiker reduced to a bitching moaning boy as he cums within seconds of you touching his cock. But he's so swallowed up in pleasure that you can overstim him without question. Bokuto can't get enough and babbles like a fool while he nods and begs for you.
virgin!Bokuto who lets you set the pace bc all he can think about is his cock buried inside you day in and day out. Anything you do to him has him rubbing himself to the thought of you. Until finally you just can't stand how pathetic he is anymore.
virgin!Bokuto who becomes your personal fuck toy bc he's a blank slate ready to do anything you want just to have you take his v-card <3
praising them for so obediently sitting in my lap and letting me play and toy with their body as I like bc theyre my sweet little thing- pulling orgasm after orgasm, edging them till theyre begging and sobbing for release and then cleaning them up and having them nap on me as I play games
helping them pick outfits out for the day, fixing their collar and touching up lovemarks if they start to fade to remind them theyre mine
i adore subs that are so easy to please, so cute, so eager, so obedient <3
$29 for the medical student and you won....futa!Reader with Kenjirou!
tags: fem!Reader, futa!Reader, masturbation, medical play, miss use of medical instruments, hyperspermia, cum eating, throat fucking
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Kenjirou was nearing the end of his residency program.
One that took him forever to procure in the hospital of his dreams. Among peers and others he found to be the perfect place for growth. Even with patients he came to love seeing.
Especially you.
Kenjirou extended office hours if it meant you needed his help.
White hospital gown tented between your legs. Face flush and warm feeling. You lean back as Kenjirou seats himself between your legs.
“The same problem?” He acted collected as he lifted the white fabric of your gown.
All at once consumed with that stomach twisting feeling that came over him. Seeing your cock, veiny and thick, drooling precum that trailed down to the cunt lips that sit perfectly under the base of your cock. No other physicians would see you. But Kenjirou couldn’t see enough of you.
“I’m sorry...It just wouldn’t go down. And well-” You look away embarrassed, he was in part a total stranger and yet knew you more intimately than even your closest friend, “What you did last time doctor...”
“Of course,” Kenjirou struggled to keep a collected manner as his own cock twitched in his pants, “It’s what I’m here for after all.”
His words put you at ease. Leading you to lean back as Kenjirou started with the formalities. Always starting with the coldness of the stethoscope pressed between your breasts. Causing you to gasp softly at the feeling as he ran the cool metal between your tits. Then down, grazing underneath them and trailing down your stomach. Until he reached your cock.
If possible even harder than before just with his touch.
Kenjirou would palpate your stomach. Touch just above your base. Cock twitching in the cool air of the doctors office. Leaving you to moan when he rubbed down your thighs even. At first you were terrified of your noises. But after finding Kenjirou. Suddenly treatments were so much more affective.
Like always he stopped before touching your more intimate parts. Just snapping on blue gloves as he wheeled himself between your legs. Face inches away from your cock. As well as your cunt lips so inviting. Kenjirou doing all he could to contain himself and hold true to the professional model.
Even as his hands came up and encircled around your cock. Rubbing it, drawing his thumb over your slit to smear the copious amounts of precum around and examining it ever so slowly. Kenjirou quickly found the problem when the clear precum started to bubble up with the resemblance of thick cum instead.
“I- I can’t get it to stop coming out-” You mutter, “No matter what I do...there’s so much.”
Mindlessly stroking your cock. Blue gloves a stark contrast to the length in his grip, Kenjirou smiles a little smuggly, “Hyperspermia, it’s very simple. You just have to release it all. And it should go down.”
“I told you I can’t get it out!” You remind with even a twinge of panic in your voice. One that causes your cock to stiffen in his hands and drool more cum onto Kenjirou’s gloves. Leading him to believe nerves might have a big role to play in it.
“I can, manually, remove most of it here.” Kenjirou assured. His fist traveling up and down your shaft. Much like he’d do himself if he were masturbating. Instead of his cock though he was staring down your length as his own twitched in his slacks and pressed against the seam of his underwear. Driving him insane but the job came first.
Trusting him fully with your treatment. Kenjirou promised results. And results he delivered.
Within the first five minutes of him jerking you off, the man was able watch as the first rope of cum shot out of your cock. Powerfully backed up. He wondered if you could be anymore sensitive with how much you claimed to self please.
Still his hand worked over your cummy cock. Until it was stirred up and frothing around your base. Cum seeping along your untouched cunt lips as he watched you grip the edge of the exame table and pant like an animal in heat.
“Not- Not enough-” You whined breathlessly, “There’s so much more-”
Resorting to another method. Kenjirou leaned forward. Taking in the musky scent of your cum already clinging to you. Making his mouth water until he satisfied his needs and wrapped his lips around your tip. Fist still pumping away at your cock as his lips enclosed your tip.
Drool of cum on his tongue. You precious cum. Kenjirou couldn’t help the moan leave him as he began bobbing his head up and down on you. Pumping your cock as the same amount of cum kept bubbling up from your slit. This time filling his mouth as he licked it away and ate it without question.
Quickly becoming too much. You panted and thrusted your hips for some kind of relief. Any relief. The tickle that was his mouth around your cock driving you insane until there was just no choice.
Gripping the sides of the man’s head. You rutted your cock in his mouth. Groaning in relief the second all of you was sheathed in his mouth. Cock hitting the back of his throat as Kenjirou braced his still gloved hands against your thigh. A little resistance but not much for as soon as you started thrusting into his mouth, he groaned around your cock and allowed you to fuck his mouth as though it was just another hole.
Spit dribbling down his chin. Eyes looking up at you in the open white gown. Kenjirou extended his neck like he craved more of your cock down his throat. Like he wanted to gag on it. And as you frantically fucked his mouth. The med student got exactly what he wanted.
Throat choked with the first big fat load of cum painting the inside of his mouth. It was followed by more that he couldn’t keep up on swallowing.
Cum flooding his mouth. Kenjirou gagging and choking on the flood of seed being delivered right to his belly. Gulping desperately just as you rutted into his throat and let your cock twitch half way down his throat until your senses returned to you.
Apologetic as could be as you pulled out of his mouth. Kenjirou’s face now smeared with cum and spit as he tried to wipe it off discreetly. He came face to face with the fact after all that your cock was still hard. And still cum seeped from your slit.
There was only one last thing he could think to do. And as he looked at your untouched cunt right before him. His cock twitched with the thought he was finally going to be able to bury himself inside the one thing he wanted more than anything else. His very own patient.
Needy Reiner who whimpers and moans as he sucks on your tits, large hands fondling with your breasts as his hips buck against your, hard cock sliding between your thighs and shivers running up his spine as your fingers thread through his locks.
“Good boy, doing so well for me. Sucking on my tits like a freaking baby.”
And the praises falling from your lips only fuel his burning need for you. Picking up the pace as he fucks your thighs, stuttering and babbling on your tits as jolts of pleasure course through his blood. Spit dribbles on your breasts as he loses his mind, drunk on you as his velvet balls slap against your skin with every thrusts.
“Look at you, completely dumb from my thighs. Think you can handle my cunt ?”
And of course he can, needy whimpers falling from his lips as he slides the pink tip of his cock over your coated folds. Collecting your sweet slick and gazing up at you with puppy eyes glazed over with aching desire to show you how much of a good boy he is.
Thinks about househusband Katsuki who waits at home for his mistress while he’s wearing a plug 😩
tags ;; gn reader, dom!reader, 18+, katsuki in an apron hnggghhhoh my god, anal (m. recieving), anal fingering, househusband!bkg, praise kink <33
a/n ;; im losing my mind actually so much. head so empty. god please bring this man to me im so tired. literally almost died writing this.
he hates waiting.
of all the things in the world that bother him, other than deku and scratchy tags and forgetting to soak dishes - the thing he hates most is waiting for you to get home everyday. he knows you have to leave and he knows you kiss him every morning so he’s not so irritated about it. and he lets you leave begrudgingly.
he’s awake before you despite being upset no matter what. he wakes up, brushes his teeth and sets out to do his tasks for you before you’re awake. a towel in the dryer so it’s warm for you, making you breakfast at the crack of dawn, ironing your clothes. he takes care of all of it for you and sneers at you when you descend down the stairs, half asleep and pressing kisses to his cheek.
you’re the same always, a soft “morning, katsuki” followed by the squeezing of hips. and he cusses you out for it, but you continue cause you know he likes it. you know he likes you and that he’d be pissed if you didn’t.
you eat breakfast, grateful and praising him for how good it is and then you drink coffee and kiss him for a while - at least ten minutes or he fusses about it. and then the sun rises and your off to shower and get dressed.
when you come back presentable - suited up and dressed to yards, he blushes down the neck because he never gets over how attractive you are. he has a bento for you and everythings ready for you and you kiss him again.
“you know i love you more than anything right?”
“get to work, dipshit,” which is katsuki for “obviously”
and you leave with another quick kiss and grabbing a handful of his ass and he threatens to cut your clothes but you’re off after that. and when the door clicks shut he just barely masks his disappointment.
it’s.. rough to say the least. bakugou never imagined himself being in this positiion but he met you and all you ever wanted to do was take care of him and he let you. and he hates it because it’s.. weird how happy being like this makes him but it does.
maybe it’s because you reward katsuki so much. you never make him feel unappreciated and he likes that. you notice every little detail in his careful crafts, in the food he cooks, in everything and you praise him so sweetly it leaves him shaking. and you reward him with all of your attention time.
you don’t bring work home and when you have free time, no one can get to you. you’re not neglectful but adoring and honeyed and katsuki hates himself for getting so cozy with you but he can’t help himself.
but the worst part of his day is that he’s alone. he has stuff to to keep his busy - housework, laundry, going to the gym and grocery shopping and it works for the most part - he’s always in a rush to make dinner but when everything is set up and he’s waiting for you in the evening - he just.. hates it.
it’s easy to do things for you because you make it easy for him to trust you. and the little glowing look in your eyes when he does something you like is enough to make him embarassing. which is why at 6:26pm he’s in the bathroom - bent over the sink.
bakugos body is always pristine. he keeps himself groomed and cleaned and noticeably pretty though you’re unbothered by any of it. and it’s convenient for him when he has himself spread like this - one hand reaching behind him. he stretches himself out with two fingers first and a soft groan leaving his mouth when he does.
this lube is cherry scented and he thinks it’s evil you picked it. but the smell is soothing to his heavy head, the way his body falls forward when the plug stretches him and then comes to a snug fit. and once it’s in he can feel it. he’s had bigger but the light stretch is enough to make his knees buckle when he tries to stand at first.
he turns around and stares at before blushing.
“god i’m fucking embarassing,”
but he keeps it in, slides his boxers back on and tucks his stiff cock up against his belly so it’s not too obvious. and he makes dinner while he waits for you to come since it’s supposed to be a surprise.
and you come home about 20 mins after and dinners still on. the routine is usual for you, placing your bags on the couch, kicking your shoes off and immediately rushing to him. a back hug, arms around his waist - humming something soft.
“smells good baby,” are the first words out of your mouth, breath warm on his neck. god he’s flustered “you smell good too.. like.. perfume or something,”
he’s not sure if he’s happy or sad you’re so dense so he sighs. his ears burn and your touch makes him squirm. and he turns the heat down just a little as he greets you.
“...welcome home,”
you grin, shit-eating. knowing.
“missed you today,” ― you hum, brushing his ego the way you know he likes ― “always miss you, know that?”
“you’re so corny,” but he’s so content like this. he wants you tell him again but he bites his tongue when he feels your hands on his ass. this too, is typical of you, but he’s not expecting the rough grab. and he moans - loud and unusual.
and you pause and he pauses and he’s so humiliated - but you’re so sweet about it, like always. and he whimpers when you do it again. when your thumb presses against the crystal stop and pushes hard and his knees buckle. and you chuckle, biting his neck.
“that’s why you smell like that huh?”
and that’s how he ends up - with the stove turned off and his hands gripping the counter top. your body folded over him, a hand so softly fucking the plug in and out of him. you’re so amused by it. how he looks with his knees bent. pale skin and thick thighs trembling as you fuck him so good he drools on the marble.
“you’re always good to me baby, you know?” ― you quip, pushing the plug deep before pulling it out all the day only to shove it right back ― “got yourself nice and ready for me today, right? just for me?”
and you lick up his neck, bite his ear as he groans. everything in his body is hot but he replies.
“..j-just for you,”
you smile at him, kissing him with your tongue and shifting his head to the side. the plug ends up somewhere and you replace it with three fingers and that makes him cry. it’s so much better cause it’s you and his cock drooling - red and aching between his legs. you wrap yourself around him and stroke.
“such a good fucking boy. ‘m so lucky to come home to you, huh? my cute little husband who takes care of everything for me.. ‘m blessed aren’t i?”
he knows the questions rhetorical but the praise and the inevitable orgasm leave him devastated and he’s sobbing and drooling. it’s so much and so good.
“ah, don’t worry. ‘m gonna take care of you, okay? gonna fuck you nice and stupid tonigh so just cum and don’t worry. good boy,”
of course he cums. cums so hard he almost falls, all over the counter top and losing his breath as you finger him through it and whisper about how good he is to you. how much you love him.
god he hates waiting but you.. you always make it worth it.
