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⭒ quick introduction
✫ likes!! : all types of cats(domestic, tigers, bobcats, etc), jellyfish, eating a lot(big fan of burgers and sushi), matcha, coffee, sprite, going out with friends, walking places, cake, pie, candy, KUROMI, JJBA, other animes, WRITING POETRY, stuffed animals, gaming(roblox, sims, gta, rdr2, etc), purple is my favorite color, and my favorite men are vyn, xiao, and scaramouche. i LOVE getting asks and requests. it feels so nice knowing that people like the things i write and having random chitchat with anons is so fun. never be afraid to ask ask ask away on my blog i love it so much
✫ some music i listen to!! : pierce the veil, my chemical romance, Radiohead, tyler the creator, MITSKI, paramore, pinkpantheress, faye webster, set it off, destroy boys, falling in reverse, beabadoobee, deftones, panic! at the disco, no doubt, melanie martinez, laufey, liana flores, the brobecks, ricky Montgomery, and many more that would take forever to list, but always feel free to ask!
✫ dislikes!! : group projects, waking up early, copycats(especially the ones that steal ur whole identity), people who are assholes for no reason, overly judgy people, dogs(sometimes), audio books, aaand more that i can't think of right now
⭒ rules, byi/dni, and notices
✫ rules!! : while i am more than happy to take requests, i don't take super body-specific ones. i have no problem with them, i just don't really like writing things where the whole fic is centered around a certain body type that the reader has(things like thick! reader, tall or short!reader, and much more like that). not only that but its not very easy to write things like that when i myself don't have any of the mentioned certain features and stuff, especially since i wouldn't want to unintentionally write something that could offend someone with whatever feature the ask would include and say something insensitive.
but with other asks, i will take almost anything. I'm not entirely sure of everything i'm not open to writing right now since I'm very new to this, but just send in whatever request you have and if i don't want to write things like that, ill tell you and then add it to my rules, but if i do, ill write it and you'll know its okay for more reqs similar in the future!
✫ byi/dni!! : if you are.. homophobic, racist, sexist, a weird fetishizer(of wlw, mlm, and any race), a proshipper, and anything else along those lines, do NOT interact! BEFORE you interact, as of now i am not sure, but my blog is probably going to be mainly a smut blog. ALSO as of now, i'll only be writing for genshin, hsr, and tears of themis. all of this could change in the future, but this is how it'll be for now!
✫ notices!! : the main thing i would like to say is it will definitely take me a bit to respond to a request, though my requests are always open unless i say otherwise! i have quite a busy life but i will always reply to asks and requests and stuff(unless a req goes against my rules ofc), so just be patient, please!
this post will definitely be updated more over time, so just check here again or send in an ask if you have any questions or unsure of something because i didn't add it into here!
HI HI HI, I don't think you remember me but I'm that one insane xiao fan you probably see liking every post but anyways. Any Xiao fics upcoming pls, I'm busy in exams and can't write my own at the moment and I'm starving 😞
Cuz I'm craving to have my mind railed and overstim and ughhhh xiao........
hello lowkey i’ve been busy as hell but i want to start writing again and i miss xiao like a mourning widow so just because of this request i’m gonna see what i can do!!
art creds: aransmind, KAORU1231_, and baobei_bu all on twt and other platforms!
✰ . fem!reader, yan!suguru, ghostface!suguru in honor of halloween coming up, y/n is kind of an idiot sorry it’s for the plot, deaths mentioned, porn with plot, EATER SUGURU, p in v, creampie ofc ofc, mating press oooo, lowkey not that good at writing pussy eating my bad, unprotected and a little filthy🙂↕️, little bit of dacryphilia,
a/n: woke up with this and a part 2 rapidly forming in my mind so here u go.. sorry for abandoning u guys again
since you moved to this quaint little town in the middle of nowhere, your life has been nothing but swell.. for the most part. after about a month, you started to receive letters that were never signed by the sender. it started off sweet, things like you looked very pretty today :) or have you been taking care of yourself? then it started to get weirder, each message becoming more cryptic and creepy. this sender would tell you personal things that only the walls inside of your home had seen, or so you thought, and they'd also began to tell you that you'd belong to them one day.
it was scary, sure, but you didn't let it deter you. instead, you stopped reading the letters. they became so frequent that you'd get a new one or sometimes two each day. but each time, you'd take it out of your mailbox and send it straight to the trash. admittedly, you were a little curious what new things your apparent secret admirer could come up with on a daily, but you didn't want any more honeyed threats to keep you looking over your shoulder every time you went out.
you lived life as if it were a simple inconvenience, almost like it wasn't happening at all. that is, until the people around you started dropping like flies. every time you'd get close with someone, especially the men you'd hang around, they'd sooner or later turn up dead— mutilated in almost sacrificial ways. at each crime scene, a letter of your name was written in only ways you seemed to understand. as the numbers increased, once your name was fully written, the killer would just start writing it again.
you stopped leaving your house. every sound and every creak of the floorboards made you jump, and you were losing sleep like never before. you shut everyone out because you feared another person you cared about would be next, but now you feared that it might be you. you lived every day in severe paranoia, and you began counting the days like you had a limited number left.
it was dead of night, the hours when you should've been resting spent sleepless as usual. the only light in your room was the gentle moonlight shining through your sheer curtains, and you lie awake staring at the ceiling, wishing that this torment would soon end. that was when you heard it. a sharp yet quiet tap, tap, tap on your window. you've never shut your eyes faster. your heart was beating quicker than any normal amount, and you silently prayed that you were hearing things. no longer than a minute went by, and you heard it again, a little louder this time. tap, tap, tap. slower than a snail and so quietly you could hear a pin drop, you turned your head towards the direction the sound was coming from, and that's when you saw it. a figure whose silhouette was the only thing you could make out, sitting in front of your window. the curtains were thick enough to prevent any actual visibility, but you couldn't help but feel like the one sitting there was staring right through you.
you were terrified. more than that. there wasn't a single word, phrase, sentence, or essay that could describe the fear coursing through your body. so, when you heard the bone-chilling taps once more, why, just why did your feet lift you out of bed and pull you towards the window? whoever this was, they couldn't do anything as long as it stayed shut, right? slowly, you lifted your shaky hand toward the curtains and pulled them open. your expression dropped in horror when, sitting right there, was someone dressed in a black hooded robe with an unsettling ghost mask on. your eyes drifted to their gloved hand holding a sharpened and shiny steel kitchen knife, once more tapping the tip of the blade against your window.
you froze in overwhelming fear, and you began to regret opening the curtains. it was as if you could feel every single molecule in your body slowing down and coming to a complete stop, stilling your movements more than that of a tree. the person tilted their head to the side, and though muffled by the mask and thickness of the window, it was almost as if you could hear his voice as clear as day. "aren't you gonna let me in, doll?"
your throat went dry, and you swallowed nothing but air. a moment passed before you could muster up the might to respond. "..n-no. who are you? what do you want?" you tried to sound brave, but the tremble in your voice was unmistakable. and then, he laughed. laughed! "well, didn't you read my letters?" your heart stopped. it was him! all those letters, and, judging by the weapon he played with like a toy, the one who was killing all of your friends. your words caught in your throat, so he spoke up before you got another chance to. "you haven't been throwing them away, have you?"
well of course you have! how could you not trash those creepy, cryptic letters that were planting seeds of fear all around you? "g-go away!," you shouted. the words felt pathetic even coming out of your mouth. he shook his head. “tell me, why would i do that when i spent so much time and effort to get here?” everything he did was slow, calm, like he knew he had all the time in the world. you backed up, just a little. “because.. because i’ll call the cops!”
you could run to your phone and dial the number right now. almost nothing was stopping you, but you were too afraid to take your eyes off of him. and so, your empty threat fell on deaf ears. he could see how scared you were, and he could only think of one thing that might get you to trust him a little. “fine,” he softly sighed, almost as if this all amused him. first, he pulled away the hood covering his head, and down fell long, silky locks of shiny black hair. the hair draped over his shoulders and nearly reached down to his stomach, and the moonlight gave it just the right glow.
then, he reached his hand up and slowly pulled away the mask, and his face was a lot less creepy than the pale white ghostly thing he had on. you hated to admit this about the man that’s been tormenting you for months, but you think he’s the most beautiful man you’ve ever seen. his deep purple eyes looked up at you with an almost pleading expression, and it twisted the smallest part of you into trust. “will you let me in now?”
his smooth voice was clearer now without the mask on, and it was almost enough to weaken your defenses. you shook your head and backed up a little more. despite the minuscule calm that seeing his face seemed to bring, you’re still beyond horrified of what he might do if he gets any closer to you. he tilted his head up, and he wasn’t looking at you anymore because he seemed to notice something you didn’t. the window was unlocked.
he reached up, and before you even realized what he was doing, the window began to slide open. you were scared, yet frozen still, only stepping back a few inches as he climbed inside. planting his feet on your floor, he slowly stood, and you tilted your head up and up as the tall man rose. his high and wide frame completely covered the window, blocking out all of the moonlight that once illuminated your room. as he looked down at you, his purple eyes that now seemed to glow were the only thing you could focus on. you could only see him. the room was dark and the threatening man in front of you was the only thing you could make out clearly. he tilted his head slightly to the side, and he smiled. a smile so calm yet so frightening that it made you feel sick with fear. “hi, y/n. i’ve waited a long time for this.”
his deep, honeyed voice made your head spin. you were at war within yourself— fighting between giving in to your nibbling curiosity or listening to your reasonable fear. one step. he took one, slow step closer, and you were scrambling back like a scared kitten. you could turn around and make a run for it toward the door, but you feared the strength and speed of the man who was so much bigger than you and probaby faster. he steadily stalked towards you like that of a panther, and you backed up as far as you could until your legs hit the edge of your bed.
he took all of the time in the world to step closer and closer, and with no space to back up any further, you stumbled onto the mattress. strangely enough, he tucked the kitchen knife away in his pocket, and he continued to get closer. quicker than you could think, you grabbed the small blade you’d been keeping under your pillow and pointed it at him. “stop! don’t come any closer..!,” you commanded, but the fear in your tone did little to deter the man making his way to you. he got so close that he could reach the blade in your hand and rotate it so that you were holding it differently. “there,” he started almost reassuringly, “now you’re holding it right.”
he laughed again as if he just remembered something while he watched you tremble. “where are my manners? i haven’t even introduced myself,” he commented. you couldn’t believe the words coming out of his mouth and the audacity of this man who you were so sure was out to kill you. what kind of psycho introduces himself to his victims? you had half a mind to raise the blade you were now holding right and strike him with it as some kind of last hope effort. and you did, but your hand only got so high before you felt a larger one wrap around your wrist. his expression dropped from smiling to blank, and as he spoke his voice suddenly sounded more threatening than before. “oh, come on now doll, don’t do that. drop the knife."
scared, stubborn, and maybe even determined, you struggled against his grip, trying to force the blade any closer to him and pierce. he was frowning now, holding your wrist a little tighter. “i said..,” he squeezed your wrist so hard that the pain near forced you to open up your hand, and the blade fell to the floor with a loud clatter. “drop. it.” and when he looked into your eyes he could see it— that fear that swirled within them. loosening his grip on your wrist but not letting go, he smiled again. a soft smile as if not to seem frightening. “now, now, where were we?,” he began, pretending to think, “oh, right. the name’s suguru, darling.”
he inched his face a little closer to yours, and you flinched, shutting your eyes and turning your face away. “please, don’t h..” he shushed you before you could finish your sentence. the audacity of this man to shush you! “relax, doll,” suguru began with a tone softer than butter, lifting his hand to cup your chin and gently turning your face back towards him. “i’d never hurt you,” he promised. you weren’t sure you believed that, but something in his eyes said that he’d rather die a million deaths before laying a harmful hand on you.
minutes ago, you thought for sure tonight was the end for you, so how did you end up like this— pinned beneath the man on your plush bed, kissing him like oxygen was optional? this was wrong— so wrong. you knew that very well. but then.. why did it feel so horribly right? you try to think. you remind yourself that he's killed people— that he'd made you so paranoid that you started considering medication, but the way suguru's hands roamed your body like an empty canvas ready to be painted dispelled any rational thought you had to push him away. he touched you like a man in love a man obsessed, fingers combing through your hair, running along your thighs, pushing and pulling as if to see how far you'd let him bend or break you.
the short, satin nightgown adorning your body suddenly seemed to insignificant as to suguru as he grasped and tugged at the fabric. reluctantly, like he never wanted to stop tasting you, he pulled away from the kiss to meet your eyes and search them for permission. finally catching your breath in this emotionally confusing haze of things, his shining purple eyes that were locked onto yours made you think for a moment. this was crazy! the most insane and illogical thing you could ever do! but.. you’ve already gone this far, right? what’s one night to spare your life? without spending another moment to think, you nodded. hardly a blink passed before he was pulling the fabric up and off, tossing it away like it never existed in the first place.
and just like that you were bare, and the cold air, as if it wasn’t already enveloping you, only caressed your skin further. seriously, how lucky was it for him that tonight was the night you decided on only wearing flimsy lacy panties that left little to the imagination and no bra? with a predatory glint in his eyes, they locked onto a new target. those two perfectly perky mountains on your chest. wasting absolutely no time, he tore off his gloves with his teeth, and then his hand found one, pinching and rolling your nipple between his fingers while he lowered his mouth towards the other. you felt his hot breath on your skin milliseconds before his lips latched onto your boob, licking, sucking, and even occasionally biting at your nipple.
you squirmed beneath him, writhing and softly moaning while he lavished your tits with much-needed attention. his free hand suddenly planted on your stomach, sliding down and down until his fingers dipped under the band of the pathetic excuse of fabric hugging your waist. slowly, he slid one long finger up and down the folds of your dripping and suddenly so needy pussy, coating his finger completely before finding your desperate hole and slipping it right in. slowly, he pumped his finger in and out while he persistently overstimulated your boobs, making you moan a little louder and slightly arch your back off the bed. it was a little pathetic how just one finger was making you act this way, but you didn’t have half a mind to care about that right now. with the way you were squeezing him, he’d be lucky if you didn’t cut off the circulation in his whole hand.
“does that feel good, baby?,” suguru murmured between licks and sucks on your nipple. his words slightly slurred like he was drunk, which wasn’t possible because you certainly didn’t smell alcohol on his breath. the man was drunk on you. your grabby hands clung to the collar of the robe he wore, which suddenly started to seem so annoying to you, and the way you arched up only pressed his body closer to yours. you answered his question with soft whines rather than words, and all he could think about was making you feel better.
prodding another long, thick finger at your entrance, he teased until you whined in impatience and looked at him with the cutest pleading look in your eye. with ease, he slipped another finger in, pulling a sharp gasp from your lips. the edges of your vision started to go hazy as suguru slowly scissored his fingers in and out of you, and you squeezed even tighter around them each time he curled his fingers and hit that spot inside that made you gasp. even you couldn't reach that far up, so you'd never imagined someone else would be able to.
finally letting up from lavishing your tits with love and saliva, suguru started to kiss a slow trail down your stomach, not sparing any inch of your skin from licks and bites wherever he could leave them. he hooked a finger of his free hand under the waistband of your panties and pulled them off with one swift movement, pocketing the pair instead of tossing them to the floor. the lewd squelching of his fingers moving in and out of you made your head spin, and you all but yelped when you felt his tongue press against your hole. he took his time lapping up the sweet mess forming between your thighs, making sure to swallow each and every drop. when suguru flattened his tongue against your slit, dragging it slowly upwards before his lips latched around your clit, your hand flew to his hair faster than lightening while the other gripped the sheets for dear life. when you harshly tugged at the soft black locks of his hair, he moaned, the vibration sending a chill all throughout your spine and prompting him to lick faster.
suguru didn’t mind the mess you were making all over his fingers and the lower half of his face, and he’d happily let you do it a hundred times over if it meant he’d get to hear you whine so desperately for him. a new goal, perhaps? everything was starting to feel hot. your head spun in circles and you trembled and moaned senselessly beneath the man who was making you see stars. tugging harder in his hair, you pulled sounds from him that he didn’t even know he could make. “ah.. c-can’t-!,” you yelped, practically biting the hand that wasn’t gripping his hair. almost gently, he lifted his free hand, moving yours from your mouth and tangling his fingers with yours. “don’t hide from me now,” he murmured against your cunt, “let go f’me, gorgeous.” as if following orders, suguru’s honeyed command cleared your passage to cloud nine. your vision went all white and spotty, finally finding that release you craved as your body convulsed and you squirted all over his face with a whine that could shatter the windows.
not bothering to slow his fingers down, he continued to finger-fuck you through your high, scooping up every last drop of your juices on his tongue and swallowing like a man from the desert getting his first taste of water. when you were done trembling, he pulled his fingers out while you desperately chased air back into your lungs. suguru made sure that he was holding eye contact when he lolled his tongue out of his mouth and languidly licked his fingers clean at all angles for you to see. you couldn’t help but feel a little embarrassed, and you turned your face away.
you were spent— but given by the way he grabbed your chin, turned your head back to face him, and looked down at you like he was going to swallow you whole, it was clear that he was far from satisfied. finally, as if something above had answered your wishes, suguru began to strip. he peeled away the layers slowly, tossing all of the fabric to the floor until he was just as naked as you were. his long black hair beautifully splayed across his bare shoulders, and you couldn’t help but stare. how could you not? he chuckled. “enjoying what you see?,” he teased. you looked away, but he simply leaned in again, lifting your legs and folding them so flat against your chest that it ached a little. you didn’t have much time to react before he was pressing his lips back against yours, and you could taste yourself on his tongue.
he started to trail sloppy kisses and gentle bites down your neck, and that’s when you felt it. the base of his cock so thick and heavy against your cunt that the first thing you thought was ‘there’s no way that thing is fitting inside of me.’ as if he could hear your thoughts, he laughed again, and a simple “relax,” from him was enough to have you melting and whisk away all your doubts. making sure to hold your legs in place, he dragged his tip up and down your slit before pressing it against your needy hole. the only reason he was just barely able to slip in was thanks to how wet you were, and as he pressed forward inch by slow inch, he cursed under his breath at how tightly you were squeezing him.
the stretch was unimaginable, and you could swear each inch was stealing more air from your lungs. your mouth hung open with desperate, breathless whines as suguru practically forced it to fit. it felt like millennia before he finally buried himself to the hilt, and tiny beads of sweat were already forming along his forehead. he stilled, giving you a moment to adjust to his size. all it took was that eager look in your eyes for him to pull almost all the way out, leaving only the tip inside before snapping his hips forward and slamming right back in. you nearly screamed, so he kept up with this pace, fucking you slow yet harsh enough to keep your mouth wide open.
your arms wrapped around him, clinging onto his shoulders for dear life while he stole your last hope at breathing properly. he was hitting every spot— every nook and cranny and every depth of yourself that had never been touched before, which kept the sounds he considered so melodic flowing past your kiss-swollen lips. each slam of his hips made the bed shake and creak, and you swore at his rate he’d break it and then some.
“s-suguru!,” you cried, and you could see in his eyes the way hearing you call his name broke something within him. he dropped his face into the crook of your neck, picking up the pace of his thrusts with lightening speed. he was going to fast that he had to put a hand on the headboard to keep your head from slamming into it. while he bit and marked up every inch of skin that he could, you cried out all sorts of incoherent pleas and whatever other pathetic noises you could form. your nails raked up and down his back, leaving a myriad of red marks in their wake.
suguru fucks you like he’s aiming to ruin you for anyone else, thrusting faster and faster each time you cling or claw or cry out his name. tears started to bubble in your pretty eyes, so he lifted his mouth from biting all over your skin to lick away the salty liquid that poured down your face. he followed that by kissing away his own saliva from your cheeks, gently shushing you and beckoning you not to cry. but how can you not, when, the man above you was practically granting you visions from beyond your universe? he watched in awe as you lost yourself more each second, priding himself on the fact that he’s officially broken you in more ways than one. he figured that maybe now you’d forgive him for all the trouble he caused just trying to grab your attention.
the world spun around your head as you ventured closer to that edge that you longed to fall off of, and suguru’s name was the only proper word you could form amongst your pathetic cries. he started to slow down again, pulling back all the way and pounding back inside, groaning with each wet slap! of skin against skin.
you thought for sure that you were going to shatter any minute now, and you were quite right. suguru murmured a “shit, this pussy ‘s gonna kill me,” under his breath, and your orgasm hit you like a tsunami. crying out his name like a prayer, your vision went white hot as you threw your head back against the pillows and your body shook, cunt convulsing around his relentless cock and gushing out a sticky sweet mess. he unraveled soon after you, leaning down to bite hard on your shoulder while his thrusts became all erratic and sloppy. a few more harsh slams of his cock later and he was plugging it deep, making sure not to let anything escape while he spilled every single last drop of cum he had straight into your fluttering hole.
when he pulled out, the weeks of exhaustion suddenly caught up to you and everything started to blur. the last thing you felt was him cleaning you up before snuggling beside you, wrapping his big arms around you, and kissing your shoulder before you went out cold. the next morning, you woke up to an empty spot on the bed next to you and thought that maybe it was all just a dream. but, that wasn’t possible given how sore and well rested you were. plus, there was a little folded paper on your nightstand, and when you opened it you read, “I’ll be back. Wait for me, k?”
✰ . self-insert angst time!, hurt/NO comfort, part 2 to something i wrote over a year ago
a/n: apologies for my absence.. locking in now.. 4:30am btw this is probably really bad
and so, you waited. you waited months and months, thinking maybe she'd break his heart and he'd finally see that the person who really loved him was standing right there. but that never happened. she's perfect. she's beautiful, she's kind, and she's smarter than anyone you've ever known. certainly smarter than you, because she isn't wasting her heart on someone who looks right past her. she's everything he wants, and everything you want to be. sometimes you find yourself wishing she didn't exist— thinking that maybe things would be different if she weren't in the picture at all— but it felt cruel even to think that. she hasn't done anything to you. is it such a crime to love and to be loved just because someone else loves him too? you think not.
you knew it was hopeless. you knew that they were probably forever, but still, you waited. constantly, you rued the day that you hesitated to tell him how you felt, but it would have proved fruitless either way. his heart and soul belonged to her well before you came along. your love was always doomed never to reach him. but still, as stubborn as a dog who'd been kicked and beaten but loved its owner anyway, you waited.
in your waiting, you began to hate. not vyn, not rosa, but the person you had to face in the mirror every morning. you thought yourself nothing if not a foolish jester for willingly sending your heart to a graveyard. you wished on the stars every night that someday you would overcome this sickness people call love, but as long as it's been, you weren't so sure that'd ever happen. it was silly, but sometimes you even hoped that you'd start coughing up flowers and the thorns would squeeze the last breath out of your lungs just as it happened in novels.
you sat patiently and dreamed of the day that you'd get to run your hands through his silky white hair, and his beautiful golden eyes would look at you with even half of the love he looked at her with. that would be enough for you. but you knew it more than anyone that the day would never come. it never did come, and you lost the last ounce of hope that it would come on that fateful day that you opened your mailbox.
笨ｰ . angst, i hate rosa, i hope this is as sad for you reading it as it was for me writing it, vyn is so beautiful i cant get over him ever augh, kinda short i just wanted to create something (hopefully) diabolically sad, i wrote this at 6 am so its super bad leave me alone
you and vyn had been friends, and nothing more. you loved him terribly, but he had his eyes all over rosa. and you hated it. but what can you do? its helpless. hes in love with her like a man whos been lovesick all his life, and theres nothing you can do to change that.
any possible kinich works? I really liked your writting a lot! >_< anything goes really 🥺👉👈
omg yes.. i have two really old kinich requests in my inbox that i was still debating on whether or not to do but this inspired me😝 i’ll try to get one or maybe both out between now and this weekend
Do i dare to ask for more kenma content from you? (tt embarrassed emoji)🙁
ehehehehehewhehehehehehehewh here u go☺️
how to take care of your husband 101!
✰ . fem!reader, timeskip!kenma obvi, oral(m!receiving), a little fluffy in the beginning, pet names(baby, my love, precious girl), p in v, tit play, he lowkey worships you, creampie as always
a/n: two in ONE DAY??😧 this is record breaking! gonna try for one more in a few days
married. sometimes, even after all these years, you still didn’t believe it. and— to the man you had the fattest crush on in highschool! if you could travel back in time and tell teenage you how your life is going, you’re sure she’d die on the spot. it’s funny, you remember kenma expressing the same sentiment once. he never imagined someone like you(or someone at all hahaha loser) could fall for him then or even now, given the aloof way he typically carried himself.
he used to think the two of you were of completely different worlds, and that he’d never have a chance, but he figured he may have been judging too quickly when you both finally got the chance to get to know each other and realized you weren’t all that different. and now, it was just the two of you, together and comfortable on your own little planet of intimacy. neither of you would have it any other way.
anywho, it was late and you were just stepping out of the bathroom connected to your room, distracted as your finger traced over the shiny gem on your ring finger with the fondest smile on your face when an exhausted kenma just returning home from work lazily swung the door open. he dropped his things before plopping himself down on the foot of the bed and throwing his back against the mattress with a sigh. kenma closed his eyes like he hadn’t in forever, but there was only a moment of stillness before he felt a sudden weight press on him. his eyes fluttered open to be met with yours gazing down at him, smiling. “hey,” you started softly, leaning in and greeting him with a lingering, sweet kiss, “rough day?”
kenma nodded, and you listened as he ranted about all of the work and annoying coworkers he had the displeasure of dealing with all day long. he sat up, wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling you flush against him and burying his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent and letting your presence relax him. “i feel better now that i’m home with you, though,” he murmured against your skin.
your hand ran through his hair, pulling his face slightly back to look into his eyes with that doting fondness in yours and a soft smile that weakened his heart every time. “i can make it more than better, if you’re up for it,” you offered. he grinned, a sultry look forming in his tired eyes as he got all close. “i’m definitely up for it,” he replied in a low tone.
within the next second your lips were pressed against his, the kiss mixed with softness and hunger, kissing away the days weariness and tasting the sweetness on his lips. one of his hands was firmly planted on your waist, the other tangling in your hair as he deepened the kiss. you felt kenma’s tongue prod at your mouth and your lips immediately separated, allowing him to thoroughly explore your mouth. meanwhile, your hands were making their own little journey, sliding down his toned chest and ab muscles from above his shirt before making way to the pesky button and zipper on his jeans.
after getting those undone and shoving his pants down just enough, your fingers teasingly rubbed and pressed over the growing bulge in his boxers. his grip tensed on your hip, and he let out a rasp sigh against your lips. you smiled against his, continuing to tease, to which he responded by slightly bucking his hips up into your touch.
you shifted, and in moments you were on your knees before kenma, fingers eagerly pulling at the hem of his boxers. you freed his hard, pretty cock, tip flushed and already leaking with pre cum. you wrapped your hand around the top, smearing the pre on his tip with your thumb before pumping your hand up and down a few times. he let out the sound of a shudder mixed with a groan at the feeling. when he started to squirm a little to gain more friction, you withdrew your hand, of course not without quickly replacing it with your tongue.
planting the wet muscle at the base, you licked a slow, teasing stripe all the way up kenma’s shaft, making sure to hold eye contact with your now quivering husband as you reached his tip and began to sloppily swirl your tongue around it. you closed your lips around his dick, beginning to bob your head up and down and going a little lower each time until you were taking all of him that you could in your mouth.
a hand of his tangled in your hair, tugging at your soft locks and pushing your head a little further down. kenma threw his head slightly back, muttering curses under his breath mingled with the soft moans and calls of your name that fell from his lips. you wrapped a hand around the inches you couldn’t take, moving your head a little faster, thoroughly licking and sucking at his cock while your hand twisted around the base.
“s-shit,” kenma murmured, face flushed and mouth hung slightly open with moans and breathy groans, “mmph, you always know how to make me feel better, baby..” his hips started to buck up to the rhythm of your mouth, grip tangling further and tightening in your hair. you moaned around his dick, the vibration of that feeling only amplifying the euphoric sensations coursing through him.
he threw his head back, squirming and bucking his hips up with reckless abandon as he chased that sweet release. you could tell that kenma was nearly there, so you moved your head all the way up, lavishing his tip with extra attention before moving your head all the way back down his shaft and bobbing your head up and down faster. your hands held his thighs for support, nails lightly digging into his skin while he fucked your mouth.
after another moment he was cumming, eyes squeezing shut and moaning loud as he shoved your mouth all the way down on his dick. your nose brushed the little hairs at the very base as he shoved your head down and thrusted up with short thrusts, tip kissing the very back of your throat and causing little tears to prickle in your eyes as he spilled his white hot seed all in your mouth.
after spilling the last drop between your lips, his hips stilled and his grip loosened in your hair, leaving him panting in the aftermath. you pulled your mouth off his cock, tilting your head back and swallowing kenma’s cum so he could see it travel down your throat before sticking your tongue out to show him that you didn’t waste a drop.
the sight alone made him hard again, and he was gently grabbing you by the chin, pulling you up until you were back in his lap. he pressed his lips against yours, not caring that he could taste the salty remnants of his cum on your tongue while he devoured your lips in a hungry kiss.
“you’re always so good to me, my love,” he said before grabbing you by the waist and suddenly flipping you over, pinning you beneath him on the plush of the mattress and the pillows. “let me return the favor.” he’s pushing your nightgown halfway up your stomach, licking his lips at the sight of your lacy panties already damp with evidence of your need for him. his hands are on your thighs, pulling them up and wrapping them around his waist before leaning in to press his lips against yours.
kenma didn’t even bother to pull your panties off, instead opting to pull them aside before he was lining the tip of his cock all hard again up with your dripping hole. he started to slowly move his hips forward, and you sighed in satisfaction at the familiar feeling of him slipping inside. he pressed his forehead against yours and shut his eyes when he was only a few inches in, already losing himself at the feeling. “f-fuck, so perfect..,” he murmured, and you whined at the feeling of him finally bottoming out.
hands planted firm on your hips, he started with long, languid thrusts, reeling his hips all the way back until just the tip was left inside before slamming forward and groaning each time. his pace was sending you reeling, knocking air out of your lungs every time his tip brushed over your sweet spot and hit the deepest part of you, making you squeal.
planting kisses all over your cheeks, your neck, your collarbones, and any other area of skin he could reach, kenma was murmuring all sorts of things, coherent and incoherent about how good you are to him and how good you’re making him feel. his hands roamed your body, rubbing and groping and squeezing anywhere he could while he endlessly praised you and told you how perfect you were.
he began to speed up, reeling his hips back in shorter thrusts and shoving back inside twice as hard. he planted his lips against yours in desperate and messy kisses, nails digging into your skin and leaving marks that were sure to bruise come morning. “s-so lucky to have you, my precious girl,” he choked out, burying his face in the crook of your neck with a flurry of curses when he felt you get all tight around him.
he pulled the thin spaghetti sleeves of your nightgown down your shoulders, letting the silky fabric fall and bunch up around your waist. his hungry gaze swept over your perfect tits and admired the way they bounced while he fucked you. a hand of his slid up your body to palm and squeeze at one, pinching and rolling your sensitive nipple between the pads of his fingers. he lowered his head, breath hot and heavy as his tongue lolled out and he started to lick and suck at your other nipple like a starved man.
the combined sensations and the satisfaction of making your dear husband happy were enough to send you tipping over that edge of sweet release, and he didn’t even need to ask you to let go for him before you were shattering, pussy squeezing and spasming around his cock while all your juices gushed out and you made a mess all over him with a loud and needy whine of his name.
he choked out a gasp when he felt you get even tighter, his pace suddenly becoming erratic as he too neared that pinnacle of ecstasy. he sped up again, nails digging even harder into your skin. “shit- fuckfuckfuck, baby— ‘m cumming..!,” he stuttered. a moment later and he was pressing his lips against yours, coming undone and pouring loud groans into your mouth while he came deep inside. he was overloading your walls with his hot and sticky cum(not that you minded one bit), unable to keep a few drops from leaking out and dripping onto the mattress while he fucked out his high in slowed down thrusts.
his final thrusts were short and sharp, stuffing you just to make sure it all stayed inside, consequences be damned. he eventually came to a stop, pulling his lips off of your kiss swollen ones with a string of saliva still connecting the two of you. the room was filled only with the sound of you both chasing air back into your lungs, and he stayed inside of you until he softened and was sure that most of his cum would stay. he pulled out after a moment, watching in awe as a few more drops of it leaked out of your hole and joined the mess on the sheets below.
he leaned in, peppering soft kisses all over your face and murmuring praises as he held you close. “perfect.”
✰ . this is pretty short, gender neutral!reader, fluff overload eugh, pet names(baby, darling, angel), creampie ofc, riding, slight biting mention, ok that’s it i love him bye
a/n: my service to the scara community is due🫡 woke up with an idea i couldn’t go to sleep on again this time at 1:38am so here u go! my cat is laying on my feet as i write this
another banger dropping very soon!(pun intended)
he’s laying back down on the mattress and you’re straddling him, the both of you wearing nothing but skin and thinly coated in sweat as you bounce on scaramouche’s dick like your life depends on it. you’re trying hard to keep your eyes open and hold eye contact with the man beneath you, and he’s simply marveling at your lovely face and how good you feel around him.
your desperate whines and hardly coherent cries of his name were like the greatest symphony ever composed to his ears, and he was simply blessed to be lucky enough to hear it. with a firm grip on your waist, his nails are slightly digging into your skin, leaving little crescent shaped marks all over. your own nails are raking down the expanse of his torso, leaving faint red lines in their wake while he fucks up into you with reckless abandon.
some time ago he never imagined that he’d be in a situation like this with you, let alone anyone. scaramouche just didn’t do feelings and relationships and all that— but he found something in you that he’d never had before- felt something with you that he’d never even thought to feel before. it was all so foreign to him, but he accepted it nonetheless.
to have someone so wholly devoted to him, who, foolishly enough, would surely do anything for him even if he felt like he didn’t deserve an ounce of that kindness, it made his head spin in little confusing circles. he even found himself sometimes wondering if it was all some silly dream or a trick that the universe was playing on him, but that thought was always followed by a wish to never wake up from it. clearly, you’ve bewitched him or something.
he’s angling his hips in a certain way, ensuring his tip hits that sweet spot deep inside you with every sloppy thrust up into your dripping hole, and you swear you can see stars. your body is trembling with pleasure and you crumble forward, chest pressed against his, wanton moans escaping your lips as you desperately kitten lick at his lips. “scara-mmm..!,” you choke out, hardly even able to say his whole name.
scaramouche let out a soft chuckle, barely able to contain his own moans as a hand of his slid up your body and rested in your hair, pulling you in to pepper messy kisses all over your lips. “yes- mmh,, baby?” he starts to fuck you a little faster and you’re whining, eagerly kissing at his lips with your eyes squeezed shut. “f-feels so g-good!,” you said in loud response.
“i know, angel,” he replied with a breathy groan, “you gonna cum?” you frantically nodded, whining in place of a worded response as you wrapped your arms around his neck and buried your face in the crook of it, clinging to him like a lifeline. he peppered kisses along your shoulder and whatever other skin he could reach, leaving a few bites here and there just because. “let go for me, darling.”
scaramouche’s honeyed words had you falling apart, and only a moment later your orgasm was crashing over you in waves. you practically screamed, your whole body trembling with pleasure as your arousal gushed and made a mess between the two of you. “ah-.. ‘l-love you, scara..!!,” you choked out, arms squeezing and trembling around his neck.
your whiny admission caught him off guard, sending shockwaves straight to his battered heart(and his dick lolol). he planted both hands back on your waist and started to fuck you faster, throwing his head back against the pillows, his mouth hung slightly open with moans as he chased his own high. “shit-.. i love you too, baby,” he muttered. the words that stumbled out of his mouth were so foreign to him, but he said them and meant them anyway.
not a moment later he was cumming, sloppily thrusting in an erratic rhythm as he dumped all of his seed deep inside you. he was groaning loud, a mix of your name and less coherent curses jumping from his throat. he didn’t stop until he spilled every last drop inside, slowing down and keeping his cock plugged inside after coming to a stop. the both of you were panting and sticky with sweat and cum, but scaramouche had no intention of moving just yet. he wrapped his arms around you, planting a few kisses on your skin before burying his face in the crook of your neck. “lemme just.. hold you here for a while,” he murmured.
hate when you find a character whose so infuriatingly Your Type that its embarrassing like yeahg no one is gonna be surprised when i announce this is my new Guy Of The Month
✰ . fem!reader, 3 different scenarios, future/timeskip adult kenma, cream pie, riding, fingering, oral(reader receiving), spit(very brief mention), gentle but kinda mean(?) kenma, biting(also very brief mention), a little bit of tit play
a/n: accidentally woke up this morning at 4:40 am and literally could not go back to sleep until i finished this so here you lovelies go!
1
timeskip!kenma who, despite having more of a life now, still makes time for occasional catching up and gaming with his old friends. of course, not without you in his lap <3. after years with this little gaming hobby, he’s usually adept enough at whatever game he and his friends have chosen to play with one hand. so he’s got one hand on the keyboard while the other holds your waist, your clothes and panties pushed out of the way while he stuffs his cock up into you in a steady rhythm.
your arms are wrapped around his neck, face buried into the crook of it as you bite down on your swollen lips to try and keep quiet so his mic doesn’t pic up your pathetic attempts at silence. kenma, on the other hand, is chatting, laughing, and skillfully playing like he isn’t bouncing you up and down on his dick. a little cruel? yes, no, maybe so, but it’s even worse when your vision starts to go spotty and you speed up your hips a little bit because you’re close to cumming and he mutes his mic for just a second to whisper in your ear, “don’t cum yet, okay baby? hold it until i say so.”
you don’t even get a chance to respond before he’s unmuted, resuming his conversation while you suffer in silence. you can’t finish yet, but he certainly doesn’t want you to stop, so you’re slowing your pace down again, pulling out a little less each time and swirling your hips in a steady rhythm while you try to think about literally anything else besides that release you’re so desperately craving. his hand on your waist moves down to squeeze your ass, pulling back and giving it a little smack that made a hand of yours fly to your mouth to conceal the yelp that nearly jumped from your throat. luckily, his idiot friends suspected nothing.
kenma lightly chuckled, placing a kiss or two on your cheek before resuming what he was doing. how mean yet oh so gentle of him </3. but never fear, this sweet torture won’t last much longer! when he’s finished up another round or two and said his goodbyes to his pals, he’d pull off his headset and turn off his computer so that he can focus his attention on the mess in his lap(you). he gently pulls your face back out of his neck so he can kiss you, steadying both hands on your waist to move you a little faster and buck his hips up, angling them just perfectly so that his tip repeatedly hits that spongy spot inside of you, pulling pathetic whines from you that spilled directly into his mouth.
the man himself is starting to lose his composure a little bit, because honestly he was ready to cum a while ago, but he wanted to savor it first. he cares not for holding it back anymore, so his grip on your hips is a little bruising as he chases his high. “you’ve been such a good girl for me,” he murmurs into your sloppy kiss, “cum with me, my precious girl.” he practically groans that pet name as it rolls off his tongue, and that’s enough to have you doing what he says immediately.
you try to keep your eyes from squeezing shut, wanton moans breaking past your lips with no control as you’re coming undone, pussy convulsing erratically while it spills out all the juices you were holding back and creates a mess in his lap. the broken whimper of his name that he heard was enough to do it for him, and he was throwing his head back with a satisfied moan while he spilled all of his cum deep inside, bucking his hips up and slamming you down on his cock in an unsteady motion while he fucked both of you through your orgasms. you both made a total mess between your legs, but for now he’d hold you close in his arms and clean you up a little later <3.
2
timeskip!kenma who cannot keep his hands off of you. no matter what. of course, he has ..adequate self control like any other, but you’d be rich if you got paid every time you had to swat his hand away from riding too far up your thigh when the two of you were out together. so, naturally, when you’re alone, you can hardly catch a break. here’s is how it usually goes.
you’re sitting together on the couch, looking for a movie on what’s supposed to be an innocent night. there’s a bowl of popcorn between you two, but kenma has his arm lazily draped over your shoulders to keep you nice and close. remote in the other hand, it doesn’t take him long to find a movie to switch on and toss the device aside. for the first twenty or thirty minutes or so, he’ll leave you alone. but as soon as he sees that you’re no longer eating the popcorn, he’ll take the bowl and set it aside on the coffee table so he can scorch even closer in a not-so-sly way.
his hand on your shoulder moves down to steady on your hip and effectively trap you against him, and his free hand is already rubbing at your knee. your ignore him at first, thinking nothing of it until his hand slides further and further up your leg and to your thigh. you let out a sigh and slightly frown at this man who’s sex drive never seems to rest, but he gives you that look you can never say no to, so you oblige when he starts to pull your thighs apart.
he’s reaching further up between your inner thighs to pull your shorts aside, grinning to himself when he presses his fingers against the forming damp spot on your panties. he pulls those aside too, running two fingers along your slit, watching in satisfaction as your hole pulses around nothing. he slips one finger in, pumping it in and out a few times, testing the waters before he shoves in a second. you sigh in satisfaction at the feeling when he picks up a steady pace, twisting and curling his digits just right and just deep enough inside.
you’re hardly focused on the movie buzzing in the background now, because all your ears can pick up are the obscenely filthy squelching sounds of his fingers swirling around your insides with practiced ease, and your soft moans are drowning out whatever the hell’s happening on the screen. his free hand pulls your thigh further apart, draping it over his legs so he can reach just a little deeper. you let out a particularly sharp whine when his fingers find your sweet spot and curl, repeatedly pressing into it with enough pressure to make your head spin in circles.
kenma isn’t even doing this to have you falling apart, he just likes the warm feeling of his fingers scissoring in and out of your cunt. so throughout the movie he’s finger fucking you slowly, only slightly rubbing your poor, abused clit with his thumb every few minutes. you can’t take it, mind empty and impatience through the roof as he brings you near the edge just to slow down some more right before you hit it. by time the credits roll, you’ve had enough, but what can you do?
luckily for you, he was feeling nice today. you gasp when he slips a third finger in, suddenly flicking his wrist at an insane speed as he brings you closer to that sweet euphoria. his thumb is pressed against your clit, rubbing back and forth over it in tandem with the harsh speed of his fingers. your head is thrown back against the couch cushions, shamelessly pathetic whines pouring from your mouth like a symphony as they increase in pitch and frequency.
your vision flashes white hot and your squirting all over his fingers, even spraying up his wrist some while he continues his brutal pace to finger fuck you through it. he slows down when he’s sure he’s milked you dry, and he’s pulling out his fingers to go and find a cloth to clean you up. of course, not before he makes a show of cleaning himself up by lolling his tongue out and languidly licking all over his fingers, making sure to lap up every drop you spilled on him.
3
timeskip!kenma who happens to have you listed as his favorite meal. some mornings he’ll even skip breakfast just to have a taste. on a morning after he spent the night pounding you into the sheets and bending you in ways you never thought possible, the both of you were lying naked in each others arms just rousing from slumber as he gently stroked a hand through your hair. “was it too rough last night?,” he asks as his other hand gently rubs over all the hickeys and bites he left on your skin. maybe a little, but you weren’t complaining.
he presses a gentle kiss on your lips, and when he pulls back, that look in his eyes tell you he’s already got more filthy ideas swirling around in that head of his. “if you’re sore, i can kiss it better for you,” he suggests. you roll your eyes, but who would you be to deny a hungry man? you barely get a nod in before he’s pushing you back and crawling on top of you, pressing his lips against yours as his hands eagerly explore your soft skin.
kenma kisses you long enough to steal every molecule of oxygen from your lungs before he starts to pepper kisses down your neck, your collarbones, further down. he pauses at your tits to give them the attention they deserve, immediately popping one into his mouth to lightly bite and swirl his tongue around the nipple while he rolls the other between the pads of his fingers. he pulls his mouth off after a moment to give the other the same treatment, making sure both of your boobs are nice and taken care of before his kisses start to trail further down again.
he’s peppering featherlight pecks all over your stomach, his hair falling down and slightly tickling your skin as he makes sure to worship every inch of it. he’s prying your thighs apart, wrapping his arms around them to hold them in place, hot and heavy breath fanning over his breakfast. kenma grins, placing sweet kisses over your clit and dripping hole before licking a long, slow stripe up your slit all the way from the bottom to the top.
kenma flattens his tongue agains your clit, wrapping his lips around it to lick and suck and make sure to be loud, but of course not louder than the pretty soft sighs and whines that he’s pulling from you. after a moment he moves his mouth down, tongue prodding at your entrance and slipping inside with practiced ease while his nose still occasionally bumps your little sensitive pearl. your legs are trembling, mouth falling slack when you feel that warm, wet muscle swirling around inside your hole.
he does this with such skill and precision, licking in all the right places to make you sing a prettier song than the morning birds. every so often he’s groaning right into your pussy, sending vibrations to your core that make you slightly arch your back off the bed. “you taste so sweet. i can’t get enough,” he’d murmur against your sensitive skin. he suddenly lifts his head up to which you whine in response before he lolls his tongue out and lets a drop of spit fall right on your clit.
he watches it drip down your pussy before he’s diving in again, slurping and licking at your clit to smear the mess before moving down and slipping his tongue right back in your hole. he brings a hand forward, slipping two fingers in and thrusting them in and out in tandem with his tongue. your hands are flying to his hair, gripping and tangling in his long, grown out black roots as your legs tremble and your back arches further off the bed, jaw lodged open as you moan uncontrollably.
the worst part? kenma doesn’t break eye contact once and he’s reminded you before that he’d like you to do the same, so you’re torturing yourself trying to keep your eyes open and on his while he eats you out like a man starved. his other hand moves up so he can rub your clit, and your mind practically shuts off. he adds a third finger and after a few pumps you can’t take it anymore, throwing your head back and practically screaming his name as you came all over his hand and face. as always, he finger fucks and licks you through it until your back slumps against the bed and you’re breathlessly panting trying to chase oxygen back in your lungs.
kenma pulls off just a little, mouth, chin, and fingers all glistening with your mess. he licks his lips, and as you look down at him you can see that hunger still blazing in his eyes. he thinks he’ll help himself to a few more courses <3!
this was a request from my favorite (and only lolol) anon, and is now also an apology for disappearing for 4 months
✰ . fem!reader & wears a dress, calling him ajax in this, my hc with ajax having lots of freckles hehe, smut w plot-ish, lovesick and desperate ajax ehehehwhwehe he's so pathetic i hate him(lovingly), reader and ajax are drunk, nipple play, unprotected sex, very vague mention of pregnancy
in your younger years, you met a friend you quickly grew fond of. of course, eventually, your friendship came to an end when he had to abruptly skip town for an unknown reason. imagine your surprise when you met him again in a restaurant many years after! and later in your bed..
ajax swore to everyone he knew that he truly fell in love when he was young. many called him a fool for it, but he didn't care. he told them all the story of his dear childhood friend and first love, and to himself, he swore that he'd find you again as soon as he got the chance to visit liyue.
when you were a kid, you made friends with a blue-eyed boy who had bright ginger hair and so many freckles that you could map out constellations in them. he was a colorful and kind boy, usually the one cheering you up when you cried, and hardly ever the opposite. many of the other kids adored him, though you were his favorite above all else. not only that, but you two also made a silly pact to marry each other when you became adults.
unfortunately for you both, those dreams and fun times were cut short when you walked outside one morning to see his parents packing all of their things up in a moving van. you didn’t know why he had to leave, but you were both more than saddened to part ways. the last thing you remember is him promising he'd meet you again one day before his parents dragged him off and drove away.
and that he did! though rather unexpectedly. it was sort of late, and you were standing at the front of a restaurant arguing with the woman at the counter as she insisted that you didn’t have a reservation, even though you very much did. you turned around, about to leave the restaurant frustrated and hungry when you suddenly locked eyes with a very familiar man. big blue eyes(that no longer had that glow you'd grown so accustomed to :<), firey ginger hair, and just as many freckles as you remember.
the both of you froze, staring at each other with slightly widened eyes like deers in headlights. boy did he age like fine wine. broad shoulders and toned muscles all over, faint battle scars peaking from under his halfway rolled up sleeves, the lines of his perfect abs visible from under his shirt, and best of all, he was tall, towering over you like a building while his rich, musky cologne attacked your nostrils and clouded your senses. you couldn't help but wonder if those hundreds of dark and light brown freckles had expanded to other regions.
he was definitely eyeing you up and down, but after a short moment of shocked silence he was the first one to speak up. “..y/n?”
you smiled. “ajax! it’s so good to see you!” really good to see him, in fact. it took all of your might to keep your eyes from wandering all over him! he ran a hand through his hair, a charming smile as he spoke. you could almost detect a sense of.. nervousness from him? “likewise! you look.. wow, you look great. how’ve you been?”
you started off by telling ajax how your night was going, and luckily for you he happened to have a reservation. immediately after you both sat down, he ordered the most expensive wine on the menu, and through the night as you both caught up, one bottle quickly turned into three. just how rich was this guy?
you told him about your quiet life in liyue, and in turn he told you about his rather adventurous life all over, which was much more exciting. the one thing that didn’t go unnoticed by you was the underlying tension in the air between you two, and you wondered if he could sense it too. you didn’t once take your eyes off of him— you couldn’t, and you weren’t sure he did either.
a delicious meal and countless glasses of wine later, it was late enough for the both of you to head home. he somehow managed to safely drive you back to your place, but as you both stood on your doorstep and you glanced behind him at the rain that started to pour and got heavier by the second, you weren’t sure you’d feel safe letting him drive anymore given his lack of sobriety and the current weather. so instead you held your door open and said, “..do you want to come in?” it was the least you could offer since he paid for dinner.
he glanced at his parked car before turning his gaze back to you with a nod. "yeah, thanks," he muttered, trying to keep the drunken slurr in his voice down to a minimum. when you walked inside he followed behind you, and you hardly noticed his hand suddenly reaching forward and clutching yours.
you were tired and fairly wasted, the fancy wine lingering on your tastebuds as your fingers rubbed your temple and you tried to wish away tomorrow morning’s inevitable headache. you moved to your room, not even bothering to turn on the light as you sat on the edge of your bed and kicked your heels off. the moonlight peeking through your curtains was enough lighting that ensured you weren't rendered completely blind.
too dazed to pay him any mind, you didn’t know what he was doing until you looked up and saw his face so close to yours. so close that you could feel the softness of his breath brush over your skin. he was standing in front of you and leaning over, his hands on the mattress on either side of your legs, effectively caging you in. you froze. he was so close to you that your nose picked up the scent of liquor from him after you every breath. it was so silent that you could only hear the quiet sounds of his breathing, and you were sure that in this moment a pin dropping would be louder.
your breath caught in your throat and you swore he could hear your rapidly pounding heartbeat, but you didn’t pull away when he inched a little closer. he was so out of it that he hardly knew what he was doing, and all he could think about in the moment was how your perfect looking lips would feel against his. he moved his hand up, resting it on your cheek before he was pulling you closer and pressing his lips against yours. immediately he was whipped.
the kiss was slow, a little messy as your teeth occasionally clashed with his. he leaned forward, pushing your back onto the mattress as he crawled on top of you, not once pulling his lips off of yours to catch his breath. he didn’t need to when this was so much better than breathing. his tongue slipped past your lips and prodded at your teeth, and your jaw immediately fell slack to let him in. his tongue tangled with yours, the taste of earlier’s wine somehow amplified by your lips locked together.
your hands moved up to tangle in his hair that was even softer than you remember, and his free hand moved to a firm grip on your waist like you were going to slip away if he didn’t hold on tight enough. his kisses suddenly moved down to your neck while you softly panted to chase air back into your lungs. he was so touchy, his hands mapping all over your body like he was some madman. your boobs, your ass, your thighs, anywhere he could grab and squeeze hard enough to leave faint nail marks all over your skin.
but it wasn't enough-- feeling you only from above your clothes. the fabric suddenly became a great bother to him as he reached around your back, fingers struggling to undo that pesky little hook before he started to drag the zipper down. he pulled his lips off of yours, his eyes searching your own for permission before he went any further. he wasted no time after recieving a nod from you. he started to pull the dress down your shoulders, and he pulled it halfway down your stomach before he stopped, abandoning the idea the moment he caught sight of your bra.
his breath hitched, and he was completely awestruck by the sight of your perfect tits sitting so nicely in the delicate red lace. he started to kiss all over your neck, his hands working fast to remove your bra. the fiery trail of his lips all over your skin started to travel down when he finally got it off, kissing and squeezing all over your soft breasts before his lips suddenly latched around one of your nipples. his tongue swirled around it, sloppily licking and sucking at your nipple like it was the sweetest lollipop he's ever had. that combined with the feeling of him pinching and rolling the other between the pads of his fingers pulled soft moans from your mouth as your back slightly arched off the bed.
he was painting a picture of this moment in his mind that'd be engraved into every inch of his soul from this night on. every ounce of love he felt for you then and still feels for you now was boiling inside him and screaming like a tea kettle seconds away from bursting with the overwhelming heat of affection and attraction. pulling his mouth off of you only for a moment, his hungry, half-lidded eyes met yours before he lowered his lips to give your other nipple some attention. one hand now free, he used it to continue pulling that bothersome dress down your body. sliding the dress over your hips and down your squirming legs, he pulled it off and tossed it to the floor with your bra.
he finally pulled his mouth off of your tits, but the look in his eyes as a string of saliva connected his lips to your sensitive mound told you he was far from satisfied. he brought his head back up and caught your lips in a passionate, messy embrace with his. he smiled against your soft lips as he felt your grabby hands dip down, grabbing the hem of his shirt and tugging up at it. he lifted his lips off of yours to let you pull his shirt off, but they were crashing right back down when the fabric was lifted over his head and tossed onto the floor. he couldn't get enough of the taste of you and the way your tongue melded against his.
his hands hooked under your thighs, lifting them up and pushing them so far back until they were pressed against your chest. you softly gasped at the sudden feeling, having been unaware that you could even bend like that. one of his hands kept firm on the back of your leg while the other slipped downward and struggled to unzip his pants. it was hardly a moment later when he was eagerly shoving his pants and boxers down, and you shuddered when his fat tip already leaking with pre cum fell against your panties after he tossed his remaining clothes away to join the pile on the floor.
you didn't even have to look to know that he was big, his fat shaft dragging against the fabric of your panties, and you suddenly felt so small beneath him. his lips hovered over yours, his pulsing eagerness shrinking to a minimum, much more gentle as he pulled your lacy panties aside, eyes glued to your pulsing hole that dripped with physical evidence of the pure need that radiated off of you. you understood why he had suddenly become so gentle when he pressed his tip against your entrance, slowly pushing and easing inside of you.
the sheer size of him stole the air from your lungs. your greedy hole barely let him in, pulsing and squeezing as he pushed further, but it certainly wasn't gonna let him out now. a deep, needy groan jumped out of his throat before he could stop it, and by the time he finally bottomed out, he swore your pussy would cut of the circulation in his dick if you clenched around him any tighter.
he started off slow, but definitely not gentle. he'd pull all the way back, leaving just the tip in before slamming forward, the loud smacks of skin contacting skin reverberating through the room. his face was buried in the crook of your neck, bites along your skin muffling the groans that jumped out of his throat as his cock kissed your insides a little deeper with each thrust. your hands were desperate, fiercely tugging and running through his soft ginger locks as he fucked the very oxygen out of your lungs. his nails dug marks into the backs of your legs as he held them in place, and his teeth marked your delicate skin up with reds and pinks after every bite mark like he was painting a picture.
your head was spinning out of control, wanton moans and sharp whines pouring from your mouth as his tip kissed the deepest parts of you that no one had ever reached before. euphoric was the only way to describe what both of you could feel right now. he started to get faster, pulling out less and less each time before roughly snapping his hips forward, effectively burying himself inside of your already gushing pussy.
he'd given up on biting you because he could hardly control the groans that leaped from the deepest pits of his throat. so determined to reach that pinnacle of ecstasy, that exhilarating feeling, he was thrusting fast and desperate, hardly keeping a steady rhythm as he urgently chased his high.
it was too much-- too much! you could feel that familiar knot coiling in your stomach, getting ready to snap at any moment. your arms clung around his neck, squeezing tight as you buried your face in the crook of it. he was fucking you so fast and so rough that you could barely even voice the fact that you were seconds away from completely unraveling, but you were sure he could tell by the way you clenched impossibly tighter around him. and he definitely could. he leaned in, hot breath fanning over your ear as he used the last ounce of self control in him to coax it out of you. "fuck- hm.. you're close, aren't you baby? come on," he whispered, his voice dripping with seduction and a severe lack of self control, "cum for me, pretty."
his words were certainly enough, but he really pushed you over the edge when he brought a hand down from your leg, pressing the heel of his palm firmly against your lower stomach right where that bulge was penetrating you. you practically screamed his name as you came, copious amounts of your juices spilling all over his cock and lower abdomen, creating a creamy white ring at the base of his shaft.
your head fell back against the pillows, looking up at him with an expression that made him lose all remaining restraint. your cheeks were flushed, eyes half lidded, and beading sweat stuck baby hairs to your forehead. your mouth was hung open, jaw slack as overstimulated whines and desperate calls of his name slipped past your pretty lips and floated straight to his ears that picked up the sounds as if they were a set of notes composed in a symphony.
those pretty noises, combined with your sultry expression, sent him over the edge-- his head falling slack and burying his face in the crook of your neck as he came undone. his already unsteady pace stuttered more, and a loud groan escaped the very pits of his throat as his cock pumped seemingly endles thick, sticky ropes of cum deep inside of you, painting your inner walls totally white. his thrusts stuttered and slowed to a stop after he finished dumping his heavy load into you, and he waited for a moment, catching his breath before he pulled out, watching as his pearly white seed dripped right out of your utterly stuffed hole.
he was panting heavily, the lust-charged haze he was in slowly dissipating as he held your trembling legs in place. “d’you still wanna marry me?,” he murmured against your neck, half joking, half serious. given the lack of protection in the previous moments between you two, you just might have to!
