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[wriothesleybear]

warnings: 18+, making out, pussy eating, face sitting, pre-release chaos

Your boyfriend Chaos was a yapper. Conversations with him were never-ending and you loved that about him. Seeing how passionate he gets when talking about justice, it was cute. Sometimes you'd get distracted by his handsome face and plump lips, zoning out and not hearing a single thing he says. While other times, his yapping becomes too much and you'd rather his mouth be used for something else. There are only two ways that make your boyfriend stop talking. One is kissing him. Kissing him in the middle of his sentence catches him off guard for a second until he realizes what happened and leans into the kiss. All his attention is moved from his yapping to how soft and warm your lips feel on his. Focusing closely on how you bite his bottom lip, sending a little shock of pleasure down his body. Your hands going to the back of his neck and hair, pulling him closer to you. The way your warm tongue enters his mouth, searching for his until they intertwine, fighting for dominance. His body becomes hotter and his mind wanting more than just kisses.

The other way to get your boyfriend to stop yapping is to sit on his face. Even when he's busy on eating you out, this man still has the audacity to yap. Going on and on about how delicious your pussy is, how tight you are as he slides another finger inside, and so on. It sometimes gets on your nerves so much that you end up pushing him down on the bed, knees cradling the sides of his head as you hover your pussy above his face. He smirks and teases you, telling you how desperate you are for him which gets on your last nerves. You lower yourself onto his mouth, finally shutting him up. The space is now filled with the sounds of your moans as you ride his face. Low grunts and hums are faintly heard from Chaos as his arms wrap around your thighs, holding you closer to him as he gets more into tasting you. The feeling of you grinding against his face, clit bumping against his nose, your juices soaking his tongue, mouth and chin. Combining that with the pressure from your weight resting fully on him, it was intoxicating. He was too focused on you that he forgot the desire of wanting to free his cock from the tight constraints of his jeans. In fact, it actually added to his pleasure, the heat going down to his cock as he got harder, rubbing against the tight confinement of space. He was ready to cum in his jeans right then and there and he wouldn't have minded the mess. Safe to say, this is your favorite way to shut him up.

[yomoleen]

"Good evening, miss.🍸"

[splurtz]

ever wondered how sukuna does aftercare?

he picks up your clothes from the floor, shaking them out like it’s routine.

“i’ll laundry your clothes, give them back next time, yeah?” he says. then, without even looking at you, adds, “underwear i keep as usual.”

you blink, then scoff weakly. it's the same one as last week. “you’re taking my good panties. the expensive ones i buy.” it’s been a routine. you’re convinced he offers to wash your clothes just so he can take your panties. though you hate to admit that the thought of whatever he does with them makes you wetter than anything else. but of course telling him would be the last thing you'd do.

he snorts, finally glancing over. “to be fair i’m taking the ones you wear when you see me. you know what i think you want me to take the good ones, that’s why you wear them.”

definitelynottruenope.

“what? no way, i’m gonna wear my granny panties next time,” you mutter, crossing your arms, smirking despite yourself.

“hey, that could be a thing. fucking you in those granny panties,” he adds casually.

“ew ryo, you’re gross,” you mutter, rolling your eyes, but a small grin tugs at your lips. "those lousy underwear?"

“baby, we’ve done worse,” he says, stepping closer, fingers brushing over your hips, warm and steady. “you think this is anything compared to last week? i barely even left marks today.”

you huff, leaning lightly into him, letting his hands rest on your hips. “look at me, i look a mess." voice soft, chest still rising and sticky from before.

“yes yes im looking,” he mutters, dragging his fingers slowly over your thighs, checking over the faint marks he left. “pretty, no?"

“sweet talking’s over,” you mutter, voice playful but firm, letting your fingers drift lazily over his arms. “don’t try to charm me now.”

he shrugs but his hands don’t stop moving. instead, they slide a little lower, brushing over the faint marks he left. “alright, fair enough,” he murmurs, “these a little tender?”

“a bit,” you lean into him.

“if i pinch?”

“yea. it stings,” you admit softly.

he presses a thumb gently against the spot he just pinched, feeling your reaction, then leans down and kisses it. soft, warm enough to make you shiver. his lips linger there, brushing and teasing, and you can feel every careful movement of his fingers around your hips and thighs.

"ah i guess i did go a little far today. been a bit more stress lately,” he mutters, hands still roaming lightly over your skin.

you don't reply feeling the drowsiness getting to you, he can also tell you're going to be out soon. you still feel sticky and warm as you let him trace over the faint marks he left behind.

he pauses after, hands still resting lightly on your hips, “so are we showering or are you too tired?”

“im lazy baby,” you mutter, glancing down. “just feel sticky and sleepy."

he hums, nodding like he gets it, and disappears for a second. when he comes back, he’s holding a small towel, damp and warm. “alright, this’ll do,” he says, leaning down to help. his fingers guide the cloth over your shoulders, down your arms, careful but deliberate, wiping away the sweat and stickiness.

“better?” he asks, eyes scanning your face.

“much better.” you murmur, letting your body relax fully against him. “you’re sweet tonight.”

he quirks a brow, smirk tugging at his mouth. “sweet? after those skills you showed earlier? fuck… you deserve this. you're a fucking god riding my shit."

you take it back completely. “you ruined it asshole.” you snap, though there’s a small laugh hidden in your voice.

"i'll shut up," he steps back, towel folded neatly in his hand, giving you a small, lazy grin. “i’m gonna roll one up,” he says, reaching for his pack. before he fully turns, he leans down, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead, then trailing to your lips in a quick, warm brush. “leave me sum space, yeah?” he murmurs against your mouth, then pulls back just enough to let you catch your breath.

“also if you change your mind about the shower, i'll be outside the door," he adds, settling into the quiet comfort of the room with you.

this is an old work of mine.

[zaerilyn]

18+ MDNI, slow-burn tension and dry humping addiction — when doctor luuk herssen finally lets you use him after the longest shift of your lives…

the surge hit at 3 a.m.—a multi-core discord nest that spilled into startorch’s outer districts. the academy’s medical wing turned into chaos: resonators flooding in with resonance burns, frequency hemorrhages, vitals crashing left and right.

luuk didn’t leave the procedure room for eighteen ho beneath urs straight. blonde hair escaping its tie, faint teal tips damp with sweat, red eyes bloodshot but steady as he calibrated stabilizer after stabilizer, voice calm even when a patient coded twice.

you were right beside him the whole time—his shadow, his second set of hands.

passing instruments, calling adjustments, catching the subtle shifts in the spectrograms he was too focused to notice.

by the time the last patient stabilized and the ward finally quieted, dawn was bleeding through the blinds. both of you were running on fumes and stale coffee.

he locks the on-call room door behind you without a word.

the space is tiny—one narrow bunk, one dim lamp, the faint smell of antiseptic clinging to your scrubs.

you kick off your shoes, collapse face-down on the mattress.

“i’m never moving again,” you mumble into the pillow.

luuk huffs a tired laugh—the closest he gets to humor after a shift like that.

he sits on the edge, starts untying what’s left of his hair, blonde strands falling loose over his forehead.

you roll onto your side, watching him.

even wrecked, he’s beautiful. red eyes half-lidded, sharp jaw shadowed with stubble.

the silence stretches, heavy with everything unsaid.

these moments have been happening more often—stolen minutes after brutal shifts where the professional wall thins just enough for something else to slip through.

you crawl into his lap without asking. he lets you. hands settling on your waist like they belong there.

“bad one today,” you whisper, forehead against his.

“mm.” his thumbs stroke slow circles over your scrubs. “you were perfect.”

the praise hits soft but deep.

you shift, straddling him properly, and feel him already half-hard beneath the thin fabric of his pants.

you’ve discovered this addiction slowly—how good it feels to grind on him clothed, chasing friction without the intensity of full penetration when you’re both too exhausted for anything more.

it started as teasing. turned into need.

you roll your hips once, slow. the ridge of his cock catches perfectly against your clit through layers of fabric.

both of you exhale.

“again,” he murmurs, voice rough from hours of commanding the OR. red eyes fixed on you.

you do.

slow, deliberate grinds—dragging your soaked core over his bulge, panties clinging, scrubs growing damp. wet sounds start almost immediately, obscene in the quiet room.

his hands slide down to grip your ass, guiding but not taking over. “use me,” he says quietly. “however you need.”

you whimper, speeding up, chasing that perfect angle where your clit drags just right. your hands brace on his shoulders, nails digging through his shirt.

“luuk—feels so good like this… don’t wanna stop…”

he groans, head tipping back as his fingers rake through his hair, slicking the blond strands away from his face. his cock throbs under you, leaking pre-cum that darkens his scrubs, making everything slicker.

“you’re soaking through both of us,” he rasps, red eyes glazed. “fuck—look at you. humping me like you’ll die without it.”

you nod frantically, grinding harder, tits bouncing up and down beneath your thin top. he pulls the fabric up then and easily unhooked your bra. wasting no time, his mouth latching onto one nipple—sucking sloppy, tongue swirling, teeth grazing.

the added sensation snaps something in you.

“luuk—gonna cum—please—”

“do it,” he growls around your breast, popping off with a wet smack. “cum all over my cock like this. make a mess of us.”

your hips stutter, orgasm crashing hard—you gush through your panties, hot and messy, soaking both layers of fabric as you cry out his name.

the clenching, the heat, the sight of you falling apart—it’s too much.

he bucks up once, twice, and comes with a choked groan, thick ropes spurting into his scrubs, mixing with your slick until everything between you is ruined and warm.

you collapse against his chest, panting.

after a minute he flips you gently onto your back, red eyes dark and hungry again despite the exhaustion.

“my turn now,” he says, voice low, fingers already hooking into your waistband. “been patient long enough.”

you spread your legs, smiling breathlessly.

“yes, doctor.”

[notesfromthemirror]

Campfire Vigil (Varka x Reader)

Synopsis: You drift off against Varka by the campfire, and he holds you the way he's always wanted to.

A/N: Hi! :) Varka still has me in a chokehold and my drafts are piling up, so here's a little fic for in between while I work on other ones. :) (More soon.)

Tags: Fluff. Reader Falls Asleep On Him. Comfort. Tender Touches. Affection. Romantic Tension.

Word count: 1026

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It's late. The camp is quiet, most of the knights long asleep. Only the crackling bonfire lights the surroundings, painting warm gold across Varka's armor and his face.

The conversation had been good. Easy. The kind where you both just talk about nothing. Stories from the day, observations about the other knights, comfortable silence when words run out.

"You're fading," Varka observes, amusement threading through his voice.

"No, I'm not." But your words slur slightly, and you blink hard to focus.

"Mm-hmm." He shifts, making himself more comfortable against the log. "C'mere. At least make yourself comfortable if you're gonna pass out on me."

"I'm not going to—"

But you're already leaning into him, already letting your eyes close. Just for a moment.

Just for a moment turns into more.

You don't remember falling asleep on his shoulder.

You do remember telling him, "I can stay up with you," and him smiling like he knew better. That fond, knowing look that said he'd let you try anyway, even though you both knew how this would end.

Now you're half-draped across him, cheek pressed against his chest. You can feel the rise and fall of his breathing, steady and slow.

There's still metal beneath the fabric of his coat, but it's cushioned and you've molded yourself to him—tucked under his arm, your legs curled up on the log, his warmth seeping into you.

His hand rests on your shoulder, broad and solid, thumb tracing absent patterns even while you sleep.

He shifts slightly, and you feel him working at something. A quiet clink of metal.

You blink up at him sleepily. "What are you doing?"

"Armor," he murmurs, setting it aside. His bare hand comes up to cup your face, thumb brushing your cheek. "Can't hold you properly with all this on."

Your heart does something complicated.

"You don't have to—" you start, but he's already reaching for the buckles at his shoulder.

"Want to," Varka says simply. The pauldron comes off, then the other.

You hear him working at buckles, the quiet sound of metal being set aside. Then stillness.

When he draws you back against him, there's far less armor between you. Just warmth and the steady beat of his heart beneath your ear.

"Better?" he asks, voice a low rumble you feel through your whole body.

You nod against him, your hand resting lightly on his chest. You can smell him. Feel the solid strength of him beneath your cheek, the way his chest expands with each breath.

You're surrounded by him, and it feels like the safest place in the world.

"You could've woken me…"

"Mm. Could've," he agrees, tucking the fur cloak around your shoulders more securely. "Didn't want to. You looked peaceful."

"I was supposed to keep you company."

"You are keeping me company." His arm wraps around you fully now. "This is good company."

You huff a quiet laugh. "Sleeping on you is good company?"

"Best kind." His other hand strokes your hair. Big, gentle passes that make your eyelids grow heavy again. "Means you trust me enough to rest."

You make a soft sound and shift closer. Your face presses into the curve of his neck, seeking more warmth, more of him. Your breath is warm against his throat, and he makes a low sound.

Your hand slides from his chest to curl loosely in his shirt, and you're practically trying to burrow into him now.

Varka goes very still. You feel him take a slow, deliberate breath.

"Comfortable?" His voice is lower than before, with something warm threading through it. Almost amused. "Or are you planning to climb inside my coat entirely?"

You mumble something incomprehensible against his throat, and he huffs a quiet laugh.

"That's what I thought." His hand resumes stroking your hair, but there's a slight pause before it does. Like he had to remind himself to move. "Can't say I mind, though."

His other arm tightens around you, drawing you even closer. You feel surrounded by him now. The solid wall of his chest, his arms caging you in gentle security, his warmth soaking into every part of you that touches him.

You sigh and nuzzle even closer.

This time, Varka doesn't tease.

His hand stills in your hair for just a moment. You feel him exhale quietly, something shifting in the way he holds you.

When he speaks again, his voice has gone quieter. Rougher. "Yeah," he says. "This is good."

The camp is so quiet. Just the fire, his breathing, the distant sound of night birds. The world feels very far away.

"Varka?" you murmur.

"Mm?"

"Thank you. For this."

You feel more than hear his quiet laugh, a rumble in his chest. "For letting you use me as a pillow?"

"For making me feel safe."

His hand stills in your hair for just a moment. Then continues, softer than before.

"Always," he says, voice rougher than usual. "Long as I'm breathing, you're safe."

Your breath evens out, matching his rhythm without thinking. The warmth of him soaks into your bones.

You feel safe. Protected. Held.

The arm around you tightens fractionally.

You feel him lean down, press a slow kiss into your hairline. His lips linger there, warm and tender.

And just before you slip under completely, you hear him murmur, so quiet you almost miss it:

"Wish I could hold you like this every night."

You're too far gone to form words. But your hand slides up from his chest to curl around his neck, and your fingers find the hair at his nape, holding on. Your leg hooks over his thigh. You shift fully into him, tucking yourself as close as physically possible, like you're trying to merge into his warmth.

You feel the way his breath stutters. The way his whole body goes taut for just a moment.

Then his arms wrap around you completely—one hand splaying wide across your back, the other cradling your head—and he huffs a soft laugh against your hair. Quiet and wondering.

"Yeah," Varka murmurs, and his voice is rough with something that sounds like awe. "Me too."

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A/N: Thanks for reading. :) I hope you enjoyed it. My Varka brainrot remains strong. He pushes all my buttons, but at this point I’ve accepted my fate. He fuels my creativity, so I’ll take it. 💙

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[kill3ill]

behind closed doors | ryomen sukuna

kinks. age gap (small, sukuna is yuji's older brother), dom 'kuna, cunnilingus, pussy play, edging, spitting on pussy, overstimulation

synopsis. best friend's older brother! sukuna has his eye on you.

as yuji's best friend, you spend a lot of time together, especially in his apartment to study or hang out. its always a good time for the two of you, aside from the fact that his brother is always present during your visits.

ryomen sukuna is hot, in a mysterious, broody way. you definitely haven’t met a lot of guys like him back where you’re from - he's got messy bright pink hair that's always in his face, he has chipped black nail polish and black eyeliner in his waterline, rings stacked on thick fingers, and a face that looks permanently annoyed at everything.

he doesn't even try to be friendly with you. and that means you're supposed to keep your eyes forward when you walk by his room, nod in agreement when yuji complains about how moody he is, and mind your own fucking business, but you can't stop yourself from noticing everything he does. the veins on his hands when he strums at his guitar, the ink on his biceps, the way his eyes get all dark when he catches you staring...

once, he was lingering in the kitchen when you went to grab some water. he was leaning against the counter, shirtless, hair mussed up as if he hadn't bothered touching it all day. his eyes flicked up to you when you sauntered in, then tracked you as you move past him to get to the sink. "tch. that skirt's short."

your hand freezes on the tap, and you glance down at yourself like you didn't already know what you’re wearing. your mouth opens to defend yourself, but before you can, you feel him move up behind you, looking down to examine the aforementioned skirt. small, yes, but you thought nothing of it. you wore skirts around your best friend all the time, so you thought it wouldn't be a big deal if you put one on to visit him. you seemed to have forgotten about ryomen when you picked it out though.

it takes you a second to realize he just hooked a finger under the band of your panties to pull them up slightly, snapping it lightly against your skin, and letting it go.

you hiss under your breath, jerking away, face heating immediately.

he just tilts his head, a faint glimmer of amusement in his eyes. "what? 's sticking out. just helping."

you blink at him dumbly.

he grins smugly at you. "white's sexy on you though." he refers to your underwear color carelessly, in the same way one would about the weather. shocked, you nearly drop the glass in your hand. it shouldn't matter since he's the type to throw words out like he doesn’t mean them, but your heart pounds anyway.

...

yuji’s not home. he texted you a while ago saying training was running late, but you figured it wouldn't be a problem if you went to his flat for a few minutes just to grab the books you'd left over during your last study session. when you use the key he'd given you to unlock the door, you head straight to his room, determined not to run into sukuna.

in and out, that was your plan.

entering his room, you drop straight to your knees beside the bed to peer underneath, remembering you'd kicked them under there carelessly to abandon studying and play on yuji's console instead, and the leggings you've got on strain against the fat of your ass as you stretch. your arms reach until your fingers brush the corner of the stack. wiggling, you try to pull them closer, when-

"goddamn."

you jump up at the sudden noise, hitting your head slightly on the underside of the bed in surprise. you scramble backwards to try and get out, but in your haste, you find yourself twisted in an awkward angle where you can't shimmy your top half back out from underneath the bed.

"ah fuck..." you mumble, wiggling your butt a little to try and twist yourself free. no luck.

he snorts. you can tell he's extremely amused at the display in front of him - you sticking your ass out because you're stuck under yuji's bed after sneaking into ryomen's home without permission.

great.

"what're you crawling around like that for?" he says incredulously, “y’look desperate.”

you swallow hard, heat rising to the tips of your ears, and your fingers claw at the rug under you in your desperation to pull yourself free without looking like a complete idiot. “i-i'm just… uh…” your voice cracks, embarrassed, the words tumbling out as you try to think of something plausible. “b-books. i was just... under the bed. for my books.”

despite it being the truth, it sounds ridiculous to both of you.

“books,” he repeats, voice slow, mocking. “you're face down ass up for some books?"

you try to wriggle free again, needing to get out of this humiliating position before he mocks you any more. knowing him, you're glad he hasn't taken a picture of you in this position yet. the floor creaks slightly under his weight as he approaches you, kneeling behind you to get a closer look. his hands trail experimentally up your body to rest at your waist.

“r-ryomen! wait- i-i can get-" your words stumble when his fingers brush across your ass. before you can protest further, his hand slips under the waistband again, the tip of his fingers nudging your skin teasingly. “y'skin's so soft,” he murmurs, pressing his thumb against the outline of your cunt through your tights. you squeal at the unexpected contact, hands fisting inward on themselves when he drags the pad of his thumb up and down your pussy lips.

your hips tilt instinctively, reacting without your permission, and he notices. laughing at your eagerness. "weren't you just saying no, brat? what's this?"

unable to answer because your mind has zeroed in on the pressure his thumb places on your pussy, he takes your silence as a cue to continue, pressing harder over the fabric clinging to your cunt. the wetness seeping through your thin leggings entices him. "mm… can feel it all through this tight little fabric. you’re leaking for me already."

you tilt your hips up desperately, but he presses you down and rolls his thumb over your slick to ease you back into submission. “wait, please...”

he clicks his tongue and ignores your squealing, thumb pressing against the center of your cunt and dragging slow, deliberate circles that make your thighs quiver. he traces over your clit that's began to swell up at his teasing, flicking and rolling the bud before taking his free hand and rubbing three thick fingers up and down your hole. the dual ministration drives you crazy. you're practically melting now. so is your pussy, which is soaking the dark fabric of your pants.

he starts circling his fingers against your slit, watching as you start to actually ooze through the thin fabric. he groans, pressing his face between your thighs to lap at the cloth and taste your essence, earning a rock of your hips backwards to press into his face as shuddering sighs and mewls leave you. “ryomen! i’m g-gonna mnnnnhh- i can’t take it!”

can't take it? maybe this'll suit you better then.

he hooks his thick fingers under the waistband of your leggings, tugging them down in one go with your soaked, mushy panties, dropping them down to your bent knees. your cunt is now bare, flushed and glistening as you present for him, strings of your slick connecting to your panties.

he leans down to inhale the scent of your ripe cunt, face hovering just above your wet core. you can feel his hot breath on his cunt each time he takes an inhale, but you're not aware of the way he keeps inching closer... closer... before his fat tongue licks a broad stripe over your puffy cunt.

you squeal, hips bucking as you remain stuck under the bed, forced to endure his nose brushing your clit while his tongue slips inside your pussy, swirling his tongue inside your hole, then popping it back out and slurping along your wet folds. he groans, sending vibrations against your pussy as his tongue works against you.

his fingers hook around the tops of your thighs to keep you spread and open for him all while his tongue continues unpredictable patterns on your sopping cunt. he shoves his tongue back inside to twirl it around inside you, then retreats, spits on your pussy, and goes lower to flick his tongue against your clit.

"filthy little girl." he sneers against you, "bending over and wiggling your ass for me under this bed and acting like i wasn't gonna do anything about it. tch." he plunges his tongue back inside, his whole face pressed fully into your hole.

muffled moans leave you as you press your cheek to the floor to catch your breath, eyes rolling back. “mm..! 'm sorry, fuck, i didn't mean to- oh, yes please, right there!"

he flicks and curls his tongue around you, idly rocking his hips against the floor since his cocks have started to bulge in his thin pants. "this pussy tastes so fuckin' good." he mumbles, swatting your ass when you try to wiggle against him for more, leaning back to shake his tongue on your pussy lips again, then sucking your pussy lips into his mouth with a lewd slurp.

you’re trapped, shaking, leaking, your whole body betraying you, and he’s just… playing with you, taking all your reactions and going harder to see how helpless he can make you feel while keeping you on the edge and overstimulated. you whine loudly as his tongue drags and plunges into your cunt again and again, relentless, hot, and impossibly precise in finding your weak spots.

you convulse, thighs quivering in his hands where he spreads the doughy flesh. “ryomen, please! don’t... don’t stop! 'm gonna...!” the second you warn him that you're going to cum soon, he curves his tongue and somehow extends it further, pressing it down and then flicking it upwards suddenly.

your back arches, chest pressing into the floor, legs trembling uncontrollably as you feel the coil snapping in your belly and your pussy clench down on his long tongue. he sucks on your pussy lips again, determined to swallow anything that comes out of you.

you scream, voice breaking in high, desperate whines as the orgasm rips through you, spilling over his tongue in waves. sukuna moans at the taste, face still buried in your pussy with his tongue plunging inside you to milk every drop from you. he's keeping you on edge and fucking you with his tongue through your orgasm. sukuna lets you ride the waves of your body while you squirm helplessly under him, taking longer to come down from your high when he doesn't stop.

he leans forward, tugging your ass back so more is present for him as he starts to tug off his pants and boxers, his soaked tip having globs of precum stringing from the crotch part of his boxers. you don't realize he's freed his cock until he kneels and rubs himself between your oversensitive pussy lips, grinning down at you with teeth. "ready for more?"

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[q1ngqve]

just finished nod krai’s quests (finally) and varka… this is a little self indulgent im sorry HAHAHAH

imagine being held in his arms from the back… 🥺 the way he would grip onto your waist so fast when you turn away, angry at the fact that he put himself in danger. you know it’s his job, his personality, it’s just who he is, but that doesn’t stop you from worrying when he comes back to you bruised and bloody!!!

he’d laugh as he buries his face into your neck, you feel him breathe you in as you huff and wiggle, trying to free yourself from his tight embrace. “let me go!” and he’d only squeeze you harder, his voice rumbling through his chest against your back, “im sorry sweetheart, but you know i won’t.”

the urge to punch and kick him bubbles in your chest, but you melt instantly when you feel hot kisses against your neck, your body reacting instantly, neck tilting to the side without control, a soft sigh leaves you. he hums in amusement at your body’s reaction, “a few weeks without me and you’re this sensitive? guess i need to get you reacquainted with my touch, hmm?”

you muster all the strength you have to wiggle out of his arms and stare at him angrily, annoyed at how weak you are against his “schemes”, annoyed at how he’s so good at reading you, and mostly annoyed that he doesn’t seem to take his injuries seriously.

“you’re sleeping on the couch tonight.”

varka laughs as he leans against the table and watch you stomp into your shared bedroom, knowing you’ll be asking him to join you later because you can’t bear spending the night without him, not when he’s finally back home with you.

[miyaz6ki]

I think varka fits perfectly with that meme of "why aren't we married yet" "sweetheart my dick is the size of your thigh" 🤤🤤 varka and size kink go crazy

it was adorable safe to say, you gasped at how large his cock was, heavy in his hand, it was insane how it took him more than five seconds to stroke himself once. even with the drenched mess your folds would be considered; his fat mushroom tip still struggled to enter inside the tight, warm walls—god, your poor cervix had to stretch around every vein, and inch in order for him to even just enter inside.

your legs fell weak, still spread wide open for him with your poor cunt really trying its best to adapt to varka's size. it was monstrous really, i mean, six flat, eight hard? not to mention the girth?? you could only let out adorable, lewd moans when he already started to push past 'jus' the tip'.

"shh, shhh... baby," it was hard to keep it down, even when he was whispering with that deep voice of his into your ear, "relax, kay? i can't move... fuck, s'tight."

a smirk had idled on his face for a long while, he held your waist tightly with security, you were pushed into a harsh, and mean mating press, your knees touch your shoulders; you could feel him inside your stomach, his resistance to rut into your sweet, spongy little g-spot was too much, even for him. only worsening when he was literally halfway through you, his cock touching all your gummy walls,

his shaft so fucking fat inside you, it hurt with a burning, snug, slippery passion. you already lost feeling in the whole of both your legs, panting heavily into your neck as his eyes sharply observed the way your eyes rolled back, nails scratching against skin that was made to resist fifty blades.

your obscene little noises were breathy, and accurately pitched when your back lifted off the mattress briefly, his mean tip grinding against that sweet, spongy g-spot of yours.

your favorite blonde on the other hand? desperate, low grunts and warm breaths fell onto your skin. "oh—fuck, y're s'cute... so filled with jus' me, you can't even comprehend it." he didn't even have to move his shaft inside you, his voice barely considered a murmur when he continues to dirty talk into your ear.

"oh- ah, uh huh? squeezing me s'tight right now..." his voice cracked briefly, groaning as he continues, "y'wanna come, don't ya, sweetheart?"

a deepening smirk makes your face heat up immediately, you struggled to even hold your legs up. so when he held your waist with the appropriate strength, slowly exiting his shaft as he slams into you. making your voice suddenly hitch, his base meeting your tired cunt; fuck it hit you like a truck when he only continued to drill his inches inside.

he could pick you up effortlessly, your legs shake in accordance with your sweet entrance as your walls clenched around him. "g— god, sweetheart, if ya tighten around me like that i..." moving one of your legs over his shoulder, "not even m'gonna feel bad for how shaky you tremble."

so when he goes to push his cock back into you, it gets your whole body to quiver underneath him.

"such a good fucking puppy for me, aren't ya?"

[sheepmc]

69 with Wriothesley

Oh what's this a rare Wriothesley drabble that I had in my drafts that I some how manage to rewrite OwO

Anyways you know the drill and this is written as fem!reader so enjoy.

69-ing with Wriothesley is sloppy and mess just how he likes it as he devours your cunt greedily, unashamed by the loud slurps, groans and gulps leaving his mouth.

You on the other hand are desperately trying to take as much of his big fat veiny cock in your mouth but everytime you do Wriothesley gives your ass a good squeeze then a harsh slap all the while pulled your hips down wanting you to properly sit on his face not hover.

That harsh slap to your ass causes you to jolt forward slightly to gag on his cock and put more of your weight down not that Wriothesley have any problem with that as he himself wants to smother himself in your pussy.

You damn well know Wriothesley is having the time of his life smut bastard but you're not one to give in so easily that's a lie and so you decide to focus your attention on his cock head knowing how sensitive it is maybe even toy with the vein that wraps around his shaft with the tip of your tongue.

Oh now that got a reaction out of his as he cursed and growl that you are playing dirty.

"Couldn't handle that spank and now you're playing dirty.. two can play that game."

Both you and Wriothesley pushed each other to the edge many times but stopping just shy of blissful release wanting the other to give in and submit and Wriothesley knows you can't take much more for long.

And so Wriothesley doubles down, eating your pussy with renewed vigor wanting nothing more than to make you lose control in blissful ecstasy and he was right once you let go of his cock to let out a sinful moan with your back arching beautifully.

At this point you're too sensitive to even continue sucking Wriothesley's cock and all you can do is just lay atop of him taking what he gives you like a good girl, his good girl.

The messy sounds of slurping, groans and squelching are so lewd yet even that doesn't registers in your mind but only the pleasure of Wriothesley and his tongue and oh gods you're right there on the edge just wanting to tip over and Wriothesley knows it.

And there it was that blissful peak of ecstasy that crashes down on you in waves with a loud moan leaving your lips as your body shake and shudder.

After reeling from your sinful yet blissful orgasmic haze with Wriothesley slowing down to kitten licks until you went limp and once so he gently removes your limp body from on top of him to lay beside him.

"You were so amazing.. you did a great job my duchess."

His sweet whispers of praise fill your ears as he held you in his arms helping you calm down and enjoy the afterglow.

"Once you've caught your breath let's go again as I haven't cum yet and we're far from over sweetheart."

[mistyfiedthing]

𝖭𝖲𝖥𝖶 ．

Varka is a messy eater. In both ways. At dinner he talks alot, uses his hands for things you're really not supposed to eat with your hands, he laughs. It's embarrassing to eat out with him sometimes.

But when you're laying naked on your shared bed, your legs shaking violently while Varka's big hands spread over the back of your thighs as he laps noisily at your wet cunt, his tongue prodding and squelching in and out of your hole, his nose rubbing along your clit, his rumbling voice cooing into your folds, encouraging more of your sweet, sweet cries, sending vibrations through your body...

Maybe his messy eating isn't really a problem...

𝖤𝗋𝗆𝗆𝗆．👅 𝖾𝗇𝗃𝗈𝗒 𝗒𝖺𝗒𝗒𝗒𝗒

𝗂𝖿 𝗒𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝖺 𝗆𝖺𝗅𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗃𝗌𝗍 𝗌𝖺𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽 ( ˘ ³˘)♥︎

[cloudwisp]

Varka adjusts the straps of the rucksack after securing essentials and small keepsakes to hold him over during his expedition across Teyvat to investigate the moon and defend threats falling back to Mondstadt. Even with his back turned to you, he can feel the storm cloud looming over your head and manifesting in the pout resting on your lips.

“I’m all packed. Ready to say our goodbyes, sweetheart?” He dusts his hands and glances over his shoulder with an easy smile. Then he crosses the room to wrap a casual arm around your waist and closes the distance with the gentle collision of your chest against him. He studies your expression for a moment, a hand reaching up to take hold of your chin to meet his gaze. Behind his cerulean hues, there’s a soft understanding even as you’re acting withdrawn from him.

“Come on, don’t give me that look.” A tender brush of his thumb glides across your lower lip. He supposes he can’t fault you for wanting every bit of his attention as your husband, but your marriage to a man with an impressive title being the Grand Master of the Knights of Favonius demands otherwise. Someone as important as him will always follow where the wind calls him to protect his homeland and the citizens.

You release a huff then relent in the same breath as his calloused touch intimately runs along your back. “You’re leaving again, and who knows how long you’ll be gone this time?” You’re aware that your protests won’t change the situation, but you can feel yourself already missing him even when he’s standing before you. His familiar warmth seeping through your dress grounds you for a few seconds but the ache in your heart persists. You stare intently at his armor, tracing along the gemstone embedded on his chest to distract yourself from thinking about it further.

He can guess that you don’t want to hear the timeframe he’ll spend away from you to lead a grand expedition of this degree so he keeps it to himself for now. “I know, sweetheart. There’s no telling how long these expeditions will last. But you know what? The moment my feet leave Mondstadt soil, my heart stays right here with you.” He clutches your hand that’s fiddling with his uniform and cradles your face with the other, thumb sweeping along your skin in an affectionate gesture.

You press your cheek against his palm to revel in his warmth, and you’ll miss these hands that belong to him. Rough and battle-worn but always so sweet and gentle when handling you. “You’ll promise to be careful during your travels? And write to me like before?”

That bold, reckless grin lights his face once more and it brings ease and comfort to your worries. “Careful? You know me better than that, darling. I can’t afford to be anything but safe when I have a gorgeous wife to return home to. And I’ll write so often, you’ll probably get tired of seeing my handwriting.”

Even at Varka’s attempt to remain lighthearted, he looks a little vulnerable when his attention is solely focused on you, memorizing your features as the weight of his mission starts to settle in. “Now, won’t you give me a proper send off, hm?”

He meets your lips with a slow, deliberate heat. Your arms wrap around his neck and you lose yourself in the softness and taste of him. His gentle insistence of deepening the kiss leaves you both breathless and wanting more. You must know you make it hard for him to leave you behind every time, and when he pulls away it’s only because duty calls. But what’s a few more stolen quiet moments as he leans his forehead against yours to make it worth it.

“I love you. More than anything. And I’ll come home to say it again.” He captures your lips in another sweet and lingering kiss with all the adoration he holds for you. “So wait for me, sweetheart.”

[winterrbluess]

Very indulgent piece since I've been quite sick 🤧🤧

[yeagersss]

"... What are you doing?" Dabura spoke up.

The tiny, human woman—you, whom he had taken as a wife was standing behind him while he'd been lounging on the sofa, smoking hookah.

You untied his hair, letting it fall against his back.

"Your hair is beautiful, Lord Dabura." You whispered, gently running your hand through the silky, white locks. He didn't say anything. But he liked the feeling of your small hands combing through his hair.

"Is this okay?" You asked softly.

"... Yes. It feels good." He said slowly.

And then you started braiding his hair, humming a soft tune as you got to work. He was curious as to what you were doing but waited patiently.

And then after a while, you slid his braided hair over his shoulder to show him. He glanced down, noticing the small pink flowers you had stuck in it.

"..."

You came into his view and beamed at him. "You look amazing!"

He simply averted his eyes from yours and shifted slightly.

A few hours later, Jabaloma, Cross and everyone else were patiently waiting in the meeting room.

"We should just start without him." Oski spoke up.

"Enough already. He'll show up." Cross shot him down with a quick glare.

And Dabura did show up.

Everyone stared.

At the many flowers wounded in his braided hair and also decorating his horns. He merely sat down, chin resting against his hand as he looked down at everyone with a bored look.

"You may begin."

[dilucssv-deactivated20251203]

“Wriothesley, hold still, please.”

He winces lightly, one of his cool blue eyes falling shut while you carefully dab at the cut under his eyebrow that bleeds just in the slightest with a damp wash rag. The air smells of sweat, of copper, heavy with the aftermath of thrown punches and cheers ringing loudly throughout the pankration ring. Now all is settled and empty, save for you and the Duke.

Wriothesley settles a hand on your waist to squeeze lightly, effortlessly pulling you closer to him while you silently and diligently work to patch up all of his little scrapes and bruises after another successful fight. He’s all too smug too, his experience and his skills almost embarrassing the competition.

“You know, you don’t have to do this. Patching me up after my matches. I have plenty of experience doing it myself.” the man murmurs, looking at you half lidded after you’d placed a bandage over his eyebrow and kissed it.

“Ah, so you don’t want me to kiss your cuts and bruises, I see….” you half pout, trying not to smile as his arm winds around your waist to hold you against his broad and bare chest that is still dewy with a coat of sweat, still hot to the touch from the adrenaline. Your hands rest on his chest, nails lightly tapping at the skin,

“Now hold on, I didn’t say that did I?” he suddenly pinches his brows at you, making you laugh. You reach up to cup his cheeks, for such a rugged man, he’s gentle and soft in your palms.

“That’s what I thought. But listen, I know you can take care of yourself Wriothesley, but let me do it sometimes too? Let me take care of you.” your voice drops softly, feeling his breath on your mouth. He nods, then his lips quirk into a rare but all the more endearing and bashful smile. He hums, releasing you only for a moment to hold out his hand for you to examine, spotting a scrape on his knuckles,

“In that case, this cut here, I think it could use some attention don’t you agree?”

You giggle while pulling his knuckles up to your lips, placing a slow and tender kiss there,

“Oh yes I agree.” you whisper against the sharpness of his fist, the bruises and cuts a stark contrast of your soft lips.

“And then, ah, here…” Wriothesley winces when he cranes his neck to point at a bruise on his collarbone, already a purpled color, “I don’t suppose you think this is in need of your help?”

You lean in, watching his throat bob slightly before your breath brushes over the tender spot,

“Oh dear, I think it is in need of something.” you smile, pressing a warm and open mouthed kiss to the bruise. You hear Wriothesley audibly swallow and you lean back up with a wide smile, wrapping your arms around his broad shoulders.

“Now then, are there any other injuries I should attend to?”

He grins, leaning in to brush his mouth against yours, ice blue eyes shine with something sweet, his innate charm making your heart thud rapidly, and he then points to his lips

“Right here, please?”

There’s no cut there, no scrape or cut or even a smudge off blood.

You laugh, and kiss him anyway.

a/n: a tiny something for his birthday ♡ i love you, duke of my heart!

[yeagersss]

"Are we done?" Dabura spoke up. The consensus was reached. They voted for coexistence and now, he'd rather be in the sanctuary of his chambers than here perched up on the throne overlooking the council room.

"We are." Jabaloma confirmed.

And so he took his leave.

When he finally got back to his chambers, he saw you curled up in the sheets, sleeping soundly.

He didn't want to disturb you. You looked so peaceful.

But when he slowly sat down on the edge of the bed, the movement lulled you out of your slumber.

"Mmh...? Lord Dabura...?"

"Apologies... I didn't mean to wake you."

You shifted to face him and smiled. "It's fine."

You noticed the look on his face. Quiet and solemn. You chuckled softly, knowing why that look was there. "Boring meeting?"

He looked down, staring at his hands. "I'm afraid if I admit that it is, I'll be insulting Dura."

You sat up and scooted closer to him. You reached up and placed a hand on his cheek, turning his face towards you. "Don't say that. You're already doing so much. I know he's proud of you." Your other hand came up to rest on his chest. "It's okay to be tired sometimes."

He stared at you and then sighed, shoulders relaxing before cracking a soft smile. "Thank you."

You returned his smile. "Come. Let's lay down."

The both of you did. He laid down while you snuggled close to his chest. His hand coming up to run through your hair while you gently ran your fingers across his chest.

[5yzygy]

sum. getting dilfkuna a cock and ball ring

⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ cw. age gap (reader is around 21, sukuna is in his 40s), sukuna has some erectile dysfunction, use of a cock ring, oral (m receiving), piv sex, squirting, creampie, the joy of reader's life is annoying the shit out of him, usual banter at the end

⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ an. i was going to work on my other thing to post but then this idea popped up in my head and wouldn't leave till i wrote it...

Roughly over fifty percent of men over the age of forty report some variation of erectile dysfunction—and unfortunately, Sukuna is a victim to the statistics.

The man is in his mid forties, every inch of him having aged like fine wine— from his chiseled features, to impressive amount of lean muscle mass, to the few strands of silver shining amidst the bed of pink on his scalp that hasn't really seemed to have thinned at all (he says it's because he doesn't have a wife, and especially because he doesn't have kids).

Well…every inch except for the nine inches below his belt.

To be fair it's not that bad as of yet — but it's still a very clear indicator of his age.

A problem that most younger men don't have.

Sukuna's penis truly has a mind of its own.

You remember the first time it happened; you were sloppily making out on his leather couch, insistently dry humping him where his bulge should've been.

Assuming it just needed a little extra love, you sank to your knees and began to unzip his pants.

And Sukuna was…strangely quiet. Possibly even a bit nervous.

You didn't realize it then because…it's Sukuna. The last person you expected to be quiet or nervous.

Well soon you were reaching for his cock, tugging it out of his boxers to notice it was still mostly…soft.

You didn't comment. It probably just needed your mouth on it.

Sukuna's jaw was clenched, he looked wound up even, which you figured was arousal — so you confidently slid his foreskin back and took the tip into your mouth.

For about four minutes you sucked on his flaccid dick, even pulling out the advanced techniques — lightly licking at the fold of skin near the bottom, tracing the edge of the glans, gently massaging his balls.

He was certainly breathing harder, fingers almost tentatively stroking your hair, but…

But still mostly soft.

You were considering whether you should just reach lower for some extra stimulation when you pulled back, wiping your lips as you looked up at him, confusion clouding your eyes.

"Am I…doing something wrong? You know you can tell me if I am, I'm open to constructive criticism—"

He sighed deeply, eyes screwing shut as his head fell back.

Finally he admitted a tight, "…It's nothing to do with you."

That's all it took for you to click, a little grin playing on your lips.

"Oh I get it," you said, tucking him back in as he lifted his head to peer down at you, "It's alright."

"I mean it," he insisted, apparently not believing your lack of offense, "it's not you, you know I think you're sexy—"

"Chill, I'm not taking it personal," you giggled, climbing up onto him, "I was starting to think you were harvesting life energy from kids with the way you had like…no age related problems until now."

His eyes seem to narrow in faint offense, but his hands come to support you on your hips anyways.

"At least I won't have a sore jaw tonight," you hummed.

That was that.

And for the most part, Sukuna usually didn't have issues getting it up except on the occasion—the more frequent issue was not being able to get hard enough, or get his erection to last.

A few times during sex it just started to go soft.

He'd cuss, glare at his own dick in betrayal and glare at you even harder when you weren't upset in the slightest — only kind of amused, taking to poking at his limp dick till he swatted your hand away.

Before he finished you off with his mouth or fingers, of course.

Truly you didn't really see it as much of an issue…after all there were still so many fun things to do in the realm of sex that didn't require an actual dick.

The main hurdle was his ego — oh, he stopped wanting to even try to have sex with you, snapped when you suggested that maybe he could go to the doctors.

But you? You had other ideas in mind.

Sukuna's finally relaxing on the couch, TV on and drink in hand for some downtime. You were only only allowed to come over on the condition that "you didn't bother him."

Obviously, those words never mean shit.

In fact, you're already crawling up next to him on the couch, a length of string in one hand. He pretends he doesn't see you, like that'll stop you from whatever bullshit you're about to pull.

"Take your dick out."

He swallows his drink a little too hard, setting it on the table beside him before turning to shoot you a glare.

"Excuse me?"

"C'mon, I'll be quick."

His eyes drift to the string. "No."

"You don't even know what it is yet."

"I know I want nothing to do with it."

"Sukuna," you sigh, "I'm trying to help you—just trust me."

He suspiciously eyes you again. "If I say yes, will you stop bothering me?"

"Yes."

No.

"Fine. Go ahead."

With his permission, you crudely stick your hand into his pants and pull his cock out. He shifts a little, watching you closely as you wrap the string around his base.

"Fuck are you doing?"

"Getting you a ring," you hum, unraveling the string once you get the circumference and holding it at that point.

He looks at you again, completely serious. "No. You're too young. At least get your degree before you sign your life away."

"…A cock ring," you clarify. Then after a second, your brows pinch in confusion as his words sink in. "Honestly there's a lot of things wrong with that, but do you really think I'd wanna marry you? You'd be a terrible husband."

"And you think I'd want an irritating wife that ties my dick up?"

It arrives a week later.

And that weekend when you end up at his place, already topless and about to suck him off, you pull a fast one and whip it out.

Sukuna is unimpressed.

"What is that."

"Uhm, a cock and ball ring? I got it in your size," you proudly announce, before tapping on the little thing at the top and turning it on. It buzzes. "Look, it even has a vibrator!"

Sukuna scowls at it. "No."

You give him a pleading look; he doesn't budge.

"I'm not putting that…electrical gadget on my penis. Shit looks like a torture device."

"What?! No, it's a pleasure device," you correct him.

"Don't care."

You groan. "God, people your age and your fear of new technolo—"

"Excuse me?" he cuts in with a growl. "Have you been living in this apartment with your eyes closed, woman? Everything in my place is newer than yours."

It's true — the man even has a smart fridge though you can't think of a single reason why someone would need a fridge with a huge iPad embedded into it.

That's not what matters now, though.

"And you're still scared of a sex toy?" you push, intentionally provoking him.

"Stop saying bullshit. I'm not scared."

"Oh my god, just try it. If you don't like it we can take it off, not like it's being superglued on. …It's supposed to help your dick stay harder and for longer," you add.

That grudgingly gets his attention. "Why the hell wouldn't you start with that information?"

"It was a trust exercise—one that you failed, by the way."

He sighs, rubbing his temple. "Whatever. Give it here then."

"No, I want to put it on you."

His lip twitches, eyes narrowing. "Do you know that you're insufferable?"

You take that as permission and eagerly reach forward to grasp his warm cock to slip it through the first ring.

It seems snug — not too tight — but you check anyways. "Does it hurt?"

"No."

"'Kay. Balls next."

"You don't need to inform me, I can see what you're doing."

"Right testicle first," you obnoxiously announce, slipping it into the silicon ring as you hear him growl. "And now the left—"

"Will you shut up?!"

You grin, admiring the black rings around him, slowly stroking his length, already beginning to swell up on its own.

"See? You don't mean that."

"That," he says, eyes flicking pointedly down to his stiffening shaft, "Is because you're hot—"

"Aww, thank you—"

"Which doesn't make you any less irritating."

You chew your cheek, trying not grin wider as you bend your neck and spit right onto his tip, beginning to darken and redden as blood steadily flows down.

The glob of saliva shines, dripping down the side and he exhales just a little too sharply.

Slowly you lower yourself on the bed, wrapping your fist around his length, mouth taking in his tip to swirl your tongue over it. Languidly pumping him, your head moves in shallow bobs and his breathing gets heavier.

"Shit—I hate that evil mouth of yours."

You hum around him—and right then, you lower your finger to click the vibrating part on.

It buzzes to life, and Sukuna gasps, all his muscles flexing as he tenses.

"Fuck—" he grits out, entire cock pulsing with the vibrations.

He reaches to switch it off due to the sheer intensity but you slap his hand away, mouth working more insistently on the upper part of his cock now.

After a few more second you switch it off but continue sucking — and after a minute you turn it on again.

For about seven minutes you continue like this, intermittently turning the vibrator on and off to get the area really worked up.

Finally, you pull back to take a look, strands of spit snapping.

A delicious heat crawls up your spine, blurring your thoughts at the sight in front of you.

His toned, inked body resting, thighs spread, and everything in between them flushed and swollen.

And sure enough, his cock is more engorged than you've seen it in a long time, flushed with blood suffusing the tip, balls tighter and plumper where they strain out of the ring on the bottom.

"It looks," you swallow, wetting your lips, "uh…really good on you."

Before he can say anything, you drip more spit over his tip, leaning back down to lazily run your tongue up his length from base to the slit — something else glistening there, slightly salty on your tongue.

His dark eyes are lidded, successfully having been pushed to the point where he's too turned on to deny it doesn't feel amazing.

Unable to hold on any longer, he finally he tugs you forward. "I want to be inside you. Feels like forever since I came in you."

A pause.

"…You're still on the pill right?"

You laugh breathlessly as you straddle his hips — but with your legs forward, firmly planted on the bed so he gets the full view of your slick cunt as you lean back.

"As if you wouldn't finish inside even if I wasn't."

"Wanted to know if I'll have to buy a Plan B tomorrow," he murmurs, rubbing his cock against your damp folds.

He's too impatient to tease you tonight — lining himself up at your waiting entrance, he pushes into the flesh and both of you groan.

Your walls hug his turgid length as it slides in deeper and deeper until he's bottomed out and there's nowhere left to go.

There's a half second of soaking in the feeling of being full before he grabs your hips — sliding out before his pelvis snaps forward again.

Over and over again, till you're panting, face slightly scrunched in pleasure as his cock drives in and out of you.

"S-See?" you manage, "Wasn't it worth listening to me?"

"You tell me."

He grins, tugging your forward till you collapse chest to chest, so that he can firmly grab your ass to begin pummeling into you. You squeal into his neck, arms wrapping around it as your body rocks with each thrust.

"Ohmygod feels good, feels so good—" you gasp, tits pressing into his hard chest, "Harder—"

You lift your head to look him with hazy eyes.

"Goddamn brat—" he hisses, harshly squeezing one of your asscheeks, spreading it to the side a bit.

And he does go harder, with wet slaps filling the room till you moan and whine brokenly, until your remember—

"W-Wait—"

He manages to pause, chest rising and falling beneath you as you quickly reach down — and click the vibrator on.

His dick vibrates inside you, but even better is that your clit is pressed to the vibrator, making you cry and clench around him.

"Jesus—" he grits out, grip tightening as he begins to fuck you harder than before, breath hot and ragged against your skin when he presses his lips to your neck. "You feel good, so fucking perfect—"

His tongue drags up your neck, sucking and placing wet kisses all over that push you even closer to your orgasm.

"Ohmygod, don't stop, don't stop—" you beg feeling your climax begin to tear its head.

"Gonna cum baby?" he breathes into your skin, sticky with his saliva. "Do it. Lemme feel you cum all over my cock."

With a high wail you snap, squeezing tight around him, his dick fucking the warm fluid out of you till it splatters onto the sheets, runs down his balls.

And just as soon, with one last thrust his hips are stilling as he buries inside you so deep the toy presses to your overstimulated clit.

Eyes rolling, jaw tight, and a full on moan as he cums harder than you've ever seen before. His cock pulses, still vibrating as it spits spurts of hot, thick cum inside your dripping pussy. Holding you down tight so you're forced to take all of it till the very last drop.

That's when he lets go of you and you quickly reach down to fumble with the toy till it turns off so that you can finally breathe.

Your head drops, the sweat on your bodies making skin stick where it's pressed together.

Cum overflows from your cunt, trickling out from around his softening dick as your body returns to baseline, heart rate evening out again and muscles loosening.

Silence—and just as you open your mouth,

"Don't start," he warns.

Despite his tone he idly strokes your back.

"Ugh, you suck. Just admit it was a good idea."

His shoulders shift in a shrug under you. "Broken clock's still right twice a day, princess."

"That's rude," you huff, "All I do is come over here to be insulted—"

"And sleep in my bed. Finish the food in my fridge. Take up counter space with your little bottles and shit… All despite having your own place to stay, by the way."

You groan dramatically, flopping over him. "This is supposed to be my safe space. My no stress space."

"Because it becomes my 'stress space' instead whenever you're here."

"Okay," you pause, quickly thinking of something to keep the conversation going so that hopefully he doesn't remember this time. "What're we eating for dinner?"

"Go piss and I'll tell you."

There it is.

You groan again, wriggling off him.

"You want a UTI just because you're lazy?"

"I'll take my chances," you mutter.

"No you won't."

"I don't need to go genius. Tank's empty."

There's some movement beside you as he grabs something from the dresser—then lightly smacks your head with it.

A plastic water bottle.

"Start drinking, then."