I used to write on Wattpad where i wrote fanfiction about the k-pop boyband seventeen (yes I'm a carat) and i specifically wrote about the ship jihan. (The Wattpad account is still up with the same name and so are my stories so if you're interested you can go check that out but I'll not be writing there anymore).
Animes I've watched and will write for:-
Bungo stray dogs
Mob psycho 100
Banana fish
Buddy daddies
Demon slayer
Black butler
Jujutsu kaisen
Vanitas no carte
My favourite characters in order:-
Chuuya Nakahara and Kunikida Doppo
Reigen Arataka
Shorter
Most of em
Inosuke, muichiro and shinobu
Grell Sutcliff
Geto Suguru
Noé, Roland, Dante
Just cuz I have favourite characters doesn't mean I won't write for others, but if it's a character that i really hate like Douma or mori you best believe I'm beating their ass in my stories hehe
Rules:-
Sfw/nsfw is allowed.
I'll only take requests for fictional characters not irl people. But if it's a movie character or series character played by irl people I'll write for that.
I'll write for x fem!reader, x gn!user, and x afab!reader
Kinks/things I will NOT write for:
Spitting
Piss
Non-con
Blood/knife play
Yandere
Unprotected sex unless if it's important to the story
Cum play
Incest
Food play
Let's be friends!!
Wanna be mutuals? Sure!
Have a request? Hit me up!
I will not take bullshit and unnecessary rudeness.
Pervert!Dazai who loves your thunder thighs. (Chubby!reader)
Nsfw, mdni.
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Pervert!Dazai who, the first time when he saw you, couldn't take his eyes off the plush flesh of your meaty thighs. Your pants hugged them so nicely, and he wondered what it would be like to bury his face between them, how warm it would feel, and what pretty noises you would let out. He could tell from first glance how sensitive they would be.
Pervert!Dazai who suddenly starts appearing to work on time, because you're the first to come and last to leave. He watches from his desk, eyes tracing the hem of your pants, they way your already big thighs doubled in size when you sat down. He would gulp down hard, hypnotized by how your thighs jiggled when you walked before being rudely interrupted by Kunikida.
Pervert!Dazai who stops sleeping at night for a whole different reason now. Before, it used to be because of insomnia, but now he imagines all the filthy things he'd do to you. He'd have you sit on his face, suffocate him which he imagines is the best way to die.
He would spank you, becoming hard at the thought of your thighs red with his handprints, thinking in detail about how they would quiver at each sharp slap.
He would have you ride him, already shivering at the thought of your soft thighs pressed up around his waist, on his hips as you bounced helplessly. The soft flesh would tremble weakly, rubbing against his side. He thinks he could cum just for that. And he does. Dirtying his sheets and hands as he snaps back into reality.
Pervert!Dazai who starts attending meetings. Kunikida genuinely thinks there's something wrong with him. But he only attends them so he can sit next to you and play with your thighs under the table like a stress ball. You're slightly squirming, trying to stay quiet as to not embarrass yourself in front of everyone, especially your boss. And he just sits there, joking and smiling like his hand isn't nearly palming your clothed pussy.
Pervert!Dazai who's finally got you now. And he's doing all the above and more. He loves to fuck your thighs. And he doesn't last more than just a couple thrusts. The warm heat of your thighs is overwhelming. He's already cumming ropes and ropes of thick seed, panting and slightly shaking. But that smirk never leaves. It only grows as you whimper when he's smearing his cum around, purposely passing his still very hard dick over the spot where you need him the most.
Another thing Pervert!Dazai likes to do is to eat you out. He has you laid on your back, and he's not afraid to use bondage to keep you in place as he continues to feast. He was right, you were sensitive. For a man who's very skinny, he's surprisingly strong as he holds your legs apart and chokes on your pussy. He moans obnoxiously loud, cooes mockingly and teases while your legs tremble around his head.
He loves the feel of your thighs shaking in his hands, knowing that he's the one causing it. But what he loves even more is when your legs tightly close in around his head because of the overstimulation. He sighs into your pussy like he's in pure bliss, which he is. The first time it happened, he came in his pants because of that. He wasn't even embarrassed about it, smirking proudly as he humped the bed, mouth still french kissing your pussy.
Pervert!Dazai's favourite position is doggy style. He gets to watch, to feel your thighs vibrate with each harsh thrust. The sound of skin slapping skin fills the room, and he twitches inside you each time you jolt forward. His hands are groping your thighs the entire time, keeping them spread, keeping you arched and pulling your hips back into his hard cock slamming inside you. He especially loves it when you eagerly rub your ass back against him. It brings more contact and a shudder runs through him.
Pervert!Dazai loves to watch the aftermath of his play on you. You're on all fours, slumped forward as you whimper into the pillow. Your hair is wet with sweat as it is splayed out on the pillows, and your hands tightly grab the bedsheet as you try to catch your breath. The best part? Your legs tremble deliciously, your cum dripping down your wobbly thighs, giving them a sticky shine that he can't look away from. He sits back on his heels, catching his breath as well as he just stares at your trembling legs for a heartbeat. The sight is too hard to look away from as your soft thighs jiggle and quiver and twitch. He could sit there and watch it forever.
But soon enough he gets up, carries you with his arms around your legs. He groans with a newfound greed and desire as he feels your thighs squish against his arms, but suppresses it down seeing how tired you are. He cleans you up, making sure to pamper you with kisses and soft ticklish touches, loving how you laugh and swat him away when he focuses on your soft thighs a little too long.
Pervert!Dazai loves how sore you are the next morning. Obviously he doesn't like seeing you in pain. But the night before he gives so much attention to your legs that the next day they beg for more. And the only thing that provides relief is his long slender fingers massaging your sore thighs and hips. You love it as much as him. You want to roll your eyes at how eager he is to grope, squish and rub your thighs. But you'd never admit that his fixation for your thighs is the same as yours for his beautiful hands.
And lastly, Dazai, who, for the first time in a long time, finally gets a good night's sleep. Because he slept with his head rested against your thighs.
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Authors note:-
First time writing something like this heh
Do let me know how y'all liked this :D
Feedback is always well appreciated<3
I don't think I'll do anything for 100 followers special since I'm still new to this app. So I'll just post more like normal :D
Warnings: nsfw, mdni, porn/no plot, sub!Dazai, dom!reader, established relationship, bondage, swearing, pet names, edging, orgasm denial/ruined, vibrator, oral (m!recieving), hand job, begging, nipple play, slight choking, dazai cries, humiliation, mean reader, sorry if I'm forgetting anything.
Word count: 10,099
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"Mmhf!"
"Aw, what was that? Come again, my love."
He whimpered louder when your delicately manicured nails pinched his nipple, twisting them to the point where he couldn't figure out pleasure from pain. The hitachi was pressed against his clothed crotch, not moving once in that agonizingly slow setting that was enough to have him squirming, but never pushing over the edge.
He laid there helplessly. Hands tied behind his back, the rope was attached to the one that wrapped around his thighs, leaving him spread open for you and your mean hands with no form of escape. The first couple of buttons of his shirt were open, exposing smooth milky skin and pink nipples that were slowly turning red and swollen because you just refused to let up, enjoying how much he shuddered even with the gentlest caress.
"You wanted this, didn't you?" You moved the vibrator to the clothed tip, and his legs jerked, a muffled cry bouncing off the walls.
He's lost track of time now. Minutes or hours, he doesn't know anymore. He can't think. The blindfold made him all the more sensetive, and the gag made his brain foggy. All he can do is whine and take it.
He knew exactly what he was doing, and so did you. He was a womanizer, you knew that much. It's how he went by, how his clever brain always came on top because he knew ways, many ways, to get what he wanted. You already accepted it. But if he was going to flirt with the cafe lady for no fucking reason other than to piss you off, then he must've also thought about what would come after he's actually pissed you off.
"Fucking whore," you twisted his nipple between your fingers, and his back made the most beautiful arch, pretty muffled noises never stopping.
You could see little wet spot on the blindfold, right on the corner of his eyes. You would feel bad if he wasn't moaning like porn star, back arching to chase your hand as his trembling thighs spread more. He was grinding against the vibrator, he was fucking enjoying this.
You leaned down, taking one flushed nipple in your mouth as you bit down on it, while your hand still fondled with the other one, increasing the vibrations on his crotch just a tad bit.
"Mfh!" He jolted, thrashing around against the soft mattress of the bed. Your hand moved to hold him down by his hip as your mouth abused his nipple, sucking so hard he was certain something would come out.
His thighs trembled around your hand, whines growing as he jerked and trembled with each lick of your hot tongue. So much for the gag if it wasn't enough to shut him up. You pulled back, pulling the gag away as well. He panted before loud moans erupted from his chest as he threw his head back.
"Mnn b-baby...fuck!" His voices died down in a weak whimper, spit glistening his lips in the prettiest gloss.
"You never shut up, do you?" Your hand found his neck, firmly gripping it that was just enough to make his breath hitch a little.
"Please..." He managed to choke out.
"Aw, is it too much?" You cooed, now moving the vibrator up and down his clothed dick as your thumb caressed his bottom lip.
He let out a small cry, nodding. His tongue darted out to lick the pad of your thumb, his dick felt like it was on fire with the constant stimulation and no release. He desperately squirmed for something more, and his cheeks turned and even brighter shade of red then they already were when he heard your mocking chuckle.
"Should've thought about that before you decided to be a smartass, hm?"
You pulled the vibrator away entirely, leaving him panting and aching for more. He tensed up a little when you started unzipping his pants. Your warm fingers brushed against his abdomen, contrasting almost borderline uncomfortable with the cold metal of the zip, making him shiver.
"For someone so sensitive, you sure have the nerve knowing it'll have consequences." You spoke, warm breath ghosting over his twitching nipple.
"Y-you just give the most adorable reactions..." He mumbled, that infuriating cocky smirk now forming on his face once again. Like he was in any position to do so. Like he wasn't tied up and completely at your mercy right now.
You glared up at him, and for a moment there was silence. His heart was hammering against his chest, both anticipation and panic rising at your sudden withdrawal.
"Bella- ah!"
He practically screamed when your hot, sticky mouth wrapped around his entire length. He had no time to react. He was a moaning, blabbering mess as you roughly sucked him off, head moving up and down so fast like you hated him. The suction as your cheeks hollowed out sucked the soul out of him.
"Shitshitshit!" He tired to squirm away. It was overwhelming, but you held him in place.
You arms wrapped around his thighs that trembled violently, threating to close. But the ropes held them apart, shaking miserably around your head. You didn't know what he was blabbering around, but it was something along the lines of "please!" and cries from the overwhelming sensation on his poor neglected cock.
Drool dripped down the corner of his mouth, and the wet spots on the blindfold grew. His back arched and you could feel him tense up. His noises grew desperate, hips bucking up to fuck into your mouth to the best of his attempt and the worst of his self control. He was so close, right on the edge. And for a moment he thought you'd push him over, let him have it because you continued for half a second longer.
But to his demise, the moment that sweet moan escaped him, one that always came with release, you pulled back, leaving his cock twitching and aching, whines and cries echoing in the room.
"Shh," you gulped down the pre-cum that was profusely leaking form the angry red tip, hands gently cradling his balls. "Do you want the neighbours to know what a slut you are?"
You leaned down, silencing his cries with a harsh kiss, tongue traveling into his mouth. He shuddered when he tasted himself on you, mixed with your unique sweet taste that had his mouth go numb.
"You're so mean..." He mumbled when you pulled back slightly, smirking against his lips.
"Coming from the devil himself, it sounds like a compliment."
And if he wasn't so horny, wasn't so fucking painfully desperate down there, he'd chuckle as well. Yet, his dick was still stiff, twitching as it was once again exposed to the cool air. The cold breeze was enough to make him twitch, letting out small whimpers that quickly turned into a hiss once you're warm hand wrapped around his length.
"Oh..." He mewled, head thrown back as his hips bucked into your hand. "Mnn, p-please..."
Your lips traveled down to bite and suck at his neck, leaving marks that would for sure show even through the bandages. He could feel your smirk against his skin, it was humiliating. The slow up and downs of your hand on his hard cock, so gentle and delicate, had him trembling underneath you. His moans would grow more desperate whenever your thumb traced the slit, wet and slippery as the tip flushed an even deeper shade of red.
Your hand was covered in pre-cum, no friction between you and him at all. But you never picked up the maddeningly slow pace. Always keeping it nice and slow, patience was a virtue after all, right? Your other hand fondled his puffy nipple once again, warm breath tickling his ear, and you could feel him shiver after each gentle caress, each stroke, each puff of air making him go insane.
It didn't take him long to reach the edge again for the nth time. Though he has no hopes, he's grown greedy, addicted to your mean game, addicted to that feeling right when he's about to tip over. The sweet release has always been right there, his thighs trembled just thinking about it, unfiltered wanton moans coming from his sweet, spit stained lips.
"'M so- fuh- close..." He whimpered. "Please baby..." He let out a small cry, voice so unlike him, so small and desperate that had you all sticky and soaking.
"It's okay." You placed a kiss right under his ear. "Go on." Your hand stopped, still curved around his cock.
He whined, hips shaking as he thrusted upward into your hand desperately, chasing that tight coil in his stomach that was so ready to break. With a couple more messy and uncoordinated thrusts, his moans grew breathy, thighs struggled against the restraints as they tensed up, and just as he tipped over, you pulled your hand away with that cruel smirk.
"Nonono-" his voice died out in a choked cry, trembling as his orgasam hit him hard after being on edge for so long. But the sensation quickly faded away. He only felt his toes go numb, tremors running through his body from an orgasm he couldn't even feel. Only a small string of cum leaked from his still hard cock, and he cried as he humped the air in search for your hand to find some sort of relief.
He could hear you laugh menacingly, your hand moving to remove the blindfold, revealing pretty brown eyes and long lashes shining with tears that now ran down the side of his face.
"What wrong?" You tsked, tilting your head with that same mocking smirk he always gave you. "You came, didn't you?" Your thumb wiped the tears away, but more quickly followed as he whimpered, his lower half still trembling. "Isn't that what you wanted?"
He pouted, actually pouted, hips moving closer to slowly grind his painfully hard length against your thigh, a drunk red flush across his cheeks.
"Why'd you stop?" He whined.
Your smirk grew. "I said you could come, I didn't say it would feel nice."
His voice grew into small high pitched pants, spreading pre-cum over your thighs, messing up the shorts he bought because they made your ass look good.
"Haven't you had enough?" He grumbled.
"Enough?" You hands moved, one grabbed the wand again, and the other reached down to play with his balls.
A shiver ran through him, still sensitive from the orgasm, but still wanting more. His eyes slightly widened when you placed the vibrator on the tip of his dick again, not turning it on, but just a dooming presence. He gulped, the silicon becoming slick with his arousal as his nervous eyes met your absolutely amused ones.
"We're just getting started."
Click!
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Authors note:-
I'm ovulating hehe
To all the artists who make tied up dazai fanarts, i love you so much <3
Also I'm sorry if this was a bit rushed I'm so sleep deprived.
Summary: dancing in the moonlight to your favourite song.
Genre: fluff, royal au
Warnings: pet names. That's it, enjoy :D
Word count: 16,032
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It had been months, four long months since the two of you had gotten married. It was a peace treaty between two nations, to move forward, improve and provide for the kingdom. He'd been doing exactly that.
As the first son who had way too many responsibilities bestowed upon him from a very young age, he himself did not have a fulfilling childhood. He knew very well the feeling of disappointment, to give up something you didn't know you longed for. So he worked and worked, spending his days making sure to become his greatest so no one ever felt as helpless as he did.
He was great at many things. A king, a warrior, working many hours, making sure the people of his nation were satisfied, making sure to keep up his late father's good name. But there was one thing he was still lacking at. As your husband.
The quiet chambers always haunted him as he returned at late hours, the cold wind engulfing him. He would shiver, dread growing when he met with your aloof back laying in bed so silently. He could do nothing about it. Because he himself didn't know what it meant to love.
He noticed your distant eyes, always looking down as if you had given up on something long ago before he could fix it. Conversations between you two remained only to a couple words and hums before you ran away like he was something you couldn't bear. He barely saw you, either glimpses from corners, or stares that were never reciprocated. The warmth of the sheets still gave him crippling chills, knowing you were slowly dying inside right beside him.
He knew you didn't want this, and he didn't either. Because he didn't want the person who was supposed to be his forever so lifeless. He cared despite everything, he always cared. He was your husband first before anything, that's what he believed. It was the highest title he could ever acquire, yet he was failing to perform.
So he started observing. He noticed how your usual dark eyes lit up at simple slights. The fresh baked breads, the moon hovering over the garden, and especially that melody you always hummed. Your eyes would glow almost child-like as you hummed that soft tune. It was something he found himself looking forward to, staying a little too long just to continue hearing it, making sure to stay hidden so you wouldn't run off like you always did.
He didn't know love, but he could provide. He would do something, anything, to have you look at him once, speak to him. To have the one person who would stick beside him forever, be the reason for your joy instead of your despair, it was all he longed for. To make things right between you and him, even if he wasn't the cause. Because even though he hadn't seen it, he knew just how beautiful you'd look if you smiled. The small sparkle in your eyes told him just how much whimsy you were hiding because of this agreement, and he wouldn't let that happen. Because you were his first priority, albeit through a contract, but you were his wife now. His wife.
So, he set up an arrangement.
It was almost midnight. The moonlight split through the curtains as it reached the bedroom like broken hopes of a place far beyond reach, and you laid awake in the bed. Beside you was cold, planting an unsettling chill in your stomach. It had always been like that. The chambers were mostly empty and so was the castle. The lonesome was something you could never get used to.
Your eyebrows slightly quirked when there was a sudden knock at your door.
"Your majesty?"
It was one of the maids. What could she want at such an hour, you wondered.
"Are you awake?" She spoke softly behind the door.
You laid there in silence for a moment, contemplating. Because the hour was dark, the stillness of everything was ominous. Yet you found yourself sitting up.
"Yes, come in." You said, voice devoid of any emotion that if an outsider were to hear, they would think you were held hostage.
She slowly opened the door, the creak echoing off the walls followed by her quiet steps as she welcomed herself inside.
"There was something I needed your assistance with in the grand hall."
She spoke softly, they always did. Like they were trained to do so with you. But you never questioned because the burden of that conversation was something you couldn't handle right now.
"It can't wait till morning?" You asked and she shook her head. You had to internally sigh, keeping your expression neutral as you stood up.
"Fine. Take me there."
She guided you through the dimly lit halls which seemed darker than usual, keeping a safe distance away from you as you'd become quite infamous for rejecting physical touch.
As the two of you walked, your eyes focused on a yellow light emitting from the end of the hall, and before you knew it the maid was gone from your sight, leaving you alone in the grand hall.
Usually you'd feel cold, uncomfortable being the only one in the large space. But tonight was far from that. There were many fairy lights scattered around the grand hall like little fireflies, truly looking like a place that had been graced by angels, like the stars themselves had decided to call it their home. The large windows shared a surreal scenery of the garden outside, flowers sparkling like little jewels on the far land. All accompanied by the moon shining its light down upon everything like a blessing, kissing anything that passes its way, especially adoring the awe in your expression because you'd never seen the castle like this.
The castle which was usually so dark to you, corners haunting your memories and pathways seeming endless, sending a pit to your throat because of the unfamiliarity, now looked like something that came out straight from your childhood dreams. The dreams you wrote about, that you drew spending countless hours on, you were standing in the middle of it now. But not alone. Because soon enough your eyes landed on him.
Chuuya stood there just a couple feet away, eyes soft, still in rough armour that contrasted how gently the air shifted towards him, golden lights surrounding him in a hug.
"My love," he began, voice utterly soft, something like you've never heard before.
He observed you for a moment, shamelessly admiring you despite his best interest, because you looked gorgeous. The floral nightgown reached down to your bare feet, hanging off one shoulder. You looked like a fae, stepping in like a mythical creature that belonged in such a beautiful ambience.
He stepped closer, just one step like he was handling a wounded animal. As soon as he did, you heard the familiar notes on a piano play nearby. It was soft, barely there, but you could hear it. Each note was pressed slowly, your rapid heartbeat filling the silence in between and your breath hitched.
"Your majesty..." You stepped back, and he stopped as well.
"No," he shook his head, that small smile looking even more charming under the moonlight and you almost felt stupid for never noticing before. "It's Chuuya to you, dear."
He slowly held a hand out, endearing eyes letting on more than he wanted to right now. Because as hard as he was trying to stay calm, his hands trembled from nervousness as they waited for yours to share the warmth.
"May I have this dance?"
You looked at his hand, noticing the tremors. Your own hands were shaking as well as you tried to make a fist, failing miserably because they just felt so unbearably cold.
The piano continued, the melody coaxing you to reach out and place your hand on top of his. The touch was gentle, almost hovering, but he still felt a spark, fingers naturally curling around yours to hold them.
The spark travelled between you two, chest fluttering, cheeks already blushing as your eyes met for the first time in four months. And suddenly the rest of the world stopped mattering. Lights blended in a mess of golden and white, walls expanded into something blurred, only the striking blue of his soft eyes stood out as he slowly pulled you closer towards him.
The piano picked up into a cohesive melody now, your other hand finding its way to his chest. He placed his other hand on your waist, being careful not to harm the tender skin there with his calloused touch, and barely, just barely pulled you closer.
The silk material of the nightgown sent a pleasant tingle through him, your soft skin underneath calming something inside him he didn't know he had. Your closeness, your soft breath brushing against his skin, your warmth, it all made him realise just how painfully starved he was, and you. Because you were starting to lean on him, trust him, feeling the burn that was seeping through his gloves as your thumbs absent mindedly rubbed his knuckles.
The violin now joined, harmonizing with the piano as both of them played in a rhythm you knew all too well. A rhythm he'd been observing, trying to find the best people who could replicate it. Yet your soft humming voice still remained victorious.
His started to move, feet lightly tapping against the floor as he shifted along, and you gladly followed. The melody sent a flutter to your chest, or maybe it was him, but you'd forgotten about what made you so scared in the first place. Suddenly his presence wasn't so intimidating, his touch didn't feel uncomfortable.
As the song played in the background, he spun the two of you around the hall, swayed and danced effortlessly, legs moving in sync, hands intertwined, eyes locked onto each other. The deep blue of his stared at you with new profound affection as your eyes shyed away from all the attention, catching in the light and giving you a golden hue, looking like the fairy that hung the stars and moon in his sky.
His hold on your hand tightened a bit as the melody turned playful, and you could feel his hand flex against your waist. The touch sent a shiver through you, pleasant and all too relaxing. He hummed along the tune, silky deep voice smothering your skin that had you arching towards him.
His turns became bigger, more extravagant, matching the nostalgic yet theatrical way the song was leading too. He had a smile of pure bliss as he watched you lose yourself into him, into the song, into the queen you were meant to be. And maybe not his, but right now it felt like the contrary. You were perfect in his arms, your energy perfectly complimenting his, leading him to the next move because you knew the song like the back of your hand, unlike him who's only ever heard it since meeting you.
As the melody was finally coming to an end, much to his reluctance to let it go this early, he did one last spin. Letting go on your hand, he hooked his arms under your knees, picked you up with such ease that had your face turning a maddening shade of red, and spun you around. His heart did a little jump when he heard your shy laugh that you were failing to contain because of the excitement, the flutter in your stomach that was growing and making you giddier even though the song was coming to a halt. And he couldn't help but let out a small laugh himself, the rich sound merging with yours in a way that even the song couldn't match the beauty of.
As he put you down, his arms found your waist once again, already establishing a home there as they dipped you, slow and low with him following along. The song had now returned to the piano again, slow and melancholy.
He was so close, his chest gently pressing up against yours, you could feel his muscles tense up a little as your delicate hands rested on his biceps for support, your eyes locked together. This time, you didn't shy away, didn't let go, wanting to stretch the moment longer as you made the brave decision to wrap your arms around his neck.
He instantly felt his knees weaken, leaning down towards you to the point where you could feel his warm breath on your exposed collarbone.
"I've always..." You began softly. "I've always dreamed of something like this."
His smile grew, his face a charming mess of the most beautiful eye smile and pretty wrinkles.
"I'm glad I could fulfill that." He mumbled back, thumbs tenderly rubbing your side.
Your hands splayed out on his back, fingers tangling in the long orange locks. You could hear the little inhale he did, see his eyes roam over your face and particularly focus on your lips. You could feel how close he was, not an inch of space between you as your bodies were pressed together like you'd been apart for years. You didn't want to move away, but you were scared that any more movement and your lips would crash together. The idea wasn't bad, in fact you felt butterflies in your stomach at the thought of it, yet the hesitation still lingered like a stubborn shadow.
"Chuuya..." You whispered and his ears turned a bright shade of red.
He visibly gulped, feeling himself become weaker and weaker each second spent with you. The way you felt in his arms, the sweet scent exuding off of you, and the way you spoke his name so sickeningly sweet, it was driving him mad. He felt his head spin as he let out a quiet sigh, dipping his head lower to rest on your chest.
"Sweetheart," he said lowly, a hand coming up to cup your cheek, thumb unconsciously brushing against your lower lip. "May I?"
Your eyes slightly widened, meeting his and he looked desperate. A blushing mess, eyebrows slightly knitted together as he let out small puffs of air, like that single whisper of his name coming from your lips was a dagger twisting in his chest in the best way possible.
"Please." He added, weak and low.
You blush grew as well, eyes drifting down to his lips for a brief moment, and that please gave you all the fortitude that you needed.
"Yes," You whispered.
He didn't even let you finish, lips attaching to yours the instant those words left your mouth. The kiss was soft but so, so deep. He gently sucked your bottom lip, drinking in your gasps and noises as he made the loudest kissing noises. Tongue darting out to taste the sweet honey that was your lips. He slowly slipped in it, just barely, not wanting to overwhelm you though he was literally devouring you right now.
His hands held you up and you struggled to maintain balance, knees wobbling while you were draped over him. You let out the prettiest noises and he savoured it eagerly, each noise encouraging him more to ruin your sweet mouth.
When he finally pulled back, a string of saliva connected you two. You were panting, breathless as you leaned onto him, holding him tightly for any kind of support because you couldn't feel your legs right now. He was breathing heavily as well, warm breath mingling with yours, fingers twitching against your cheek. He was eager to go back for more, kiss you till the sunrise, but that could wait another day. Your flushed expression was enough, for now.
"My love," he leaned in, forehead connected with yours.
Your arms tightened around his neck as you closed your eyes, anticipating another kiss. He smiled at your adorable expression, holding himself back and only placing a small peck on your sweet lips. It was truly painful to not engulf you right then and there.
"Let's start anew." He mumbled against your lips as he pulled back.
You opened your eyes to look up at him, vision dazed as you managed a loopy smile.
"That sounds like a great idea." You mumbled back, and he felt it again.
That flutter in his chest because of your sweet voice and that radiant smile. He felt painfully weak. His head spun, hands felt shaky, and he felt a sudden burst of energy, of happiness, of foolishness because he could've had the entire world if he'd just acted earlier. Yet stupidly for four months he'd been deprived of this, of you.
He suddenly picked you up, carrying you bridal style back to the chambers as he smirked at your surprised yelp.
"You're going to ruin me." He leaned closer, his own drunken eyes so proudly looking at his wife.
You blinked at him in surprise before letting out a small breathless chuckle. Leaning against his chest, you could hear his rapid heartbeat, closing your eyes as you allowed yourself to become complete putty in his arms.
"I think I already have."
He chuckled as well. "You have, my queen."
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Authors note:-
I really tried my best with this one.
I'm trying to change my writing style a bit and be more expressive and explain emotions better because I feel like my writing's just bland. It's a problem I've always had idk you guys tell me.
