#𓇻 dark side of the moon

[hanmaitani]

which of your faves calls you 'squirt' and all his friends think its just because you're smaller than him and he's teasing you but really its because every night he's makin' you-*gunshots*

[hanmaitani]

he’d probably not just let you snowball it into his mouth. he’s telling you to. licking it out of your mouth, sucking it off your tongue…

doesn’t spit it, let’s it spill onto you slow and watches it drip before pushes it in with his tongue until he’s no longer satisfied with how deep he can get it and he’s gotta fuck it into you because —yeah that’ll get it deeper…

and when he cums again and he’s gotta clean you up, can’t have you all messy.

(me hiding in the back row talking into the microphone as ppl run around trying to figure out where that sound is coming from)

Endo’s the type to creampie you and eat you out immediately after.

[otoyastoy]

𓇻 ℕ𝕒𝕧𝕚𝕘𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕋𝕒𝕘𝕤 𓇻

for @/otoyastoy

Submissions: 𓇻 Submission Answering Asks: 𓇻 Talking to the Moon

Inspiration: 𓇻 Harvest Moon Used Ideas: 𓇻 Heard by the Void Explicit Works: 𓇻 Dark Side of The Moon

Fandom Specific: 𓇻 *Fandom Abbreviation* Character Specific: 𓇻 *Name*’s Gravity

Selfship Art: 𓇻 Selenophile Things People Have Made for Me: 𓇻 Flowers for the Moon My Art: 𓇻 Sketching Lunacy

Navigation: 𓇻 Hunter’s Moon PSAs: 𓇻 PSA Boosting: 𓇻 Super Moon

[hanmaitani]

Yes Captain

PAIRING - Levi Ackerman x Reader WC - 1K GENRE - smut CW - impact play (thigh spanking), fingering, oral (m!receiving), riding, orgasm control SYNOPSIS - after getting bold, defying your captain in front of everyone, you get taught a lesson...

“Yes Captain Levi.” “Right away Captain Levi.” “As you command Captain Levi.” All affirmations to be expected when there were directions given.

“No. Captain Levi, sir.” Levi seemed to freeze in place at the public defiance. He turned swiftly and took the two steps back to be in front of you again.

“I don’t believe I heard you right.”

“I said no.” You repeated, challenge glinting in your eyes. However, the nervousness that filled you from your comrades’ silence had you quickly adding to it. “Sir.”

That one glimpse of defiance is what had wound you up where you were now.

“Levi, Levi wai-ah.” You cried out again as his hand smacked across the back of your bare thighs again.

“No.” His voice was cold and you knew that asking for forgiveness at this point was futile. He had you bent over his lap, one hand keeping your back pinned down while the other lifted to deliver another blow. Your eyes were watery, the stinging of your thighs seeming to radiate through your whole body. “Take another one.”

You knew it was a mistake to defy him so openly, you usually didn’t, saving your complaints for private conversations where he would compliantly listen. You were allowed to say no to him in private when he was your boyfriend. But in public, when he was your captain… you’d known better. “Please I-”

Another smack cut you off and you whimpered. “Are you going to listen?”

“Ye-yes Captain Levi.”

“That’s all I want to hear from you for now.” He knew it was wrong… to pull rank on you in private quarters. To bring outside dynamics into your inner space. But he thought it only seemed fair. You had brought your inner dynamics out into public space as you had. And he knew you didn’t mind it as much as you protested.

You moaned slightly, your hand slapping over your mouth to hide it when you felt Levi’s fingers dip between your legs. Digits nimbly swiping against your cunt, coating themselves in the wetness that had gathered there and easily slipping in.

“See,” he talked down to you, tone condescending as if he were teaching you something you didn’t yet know, “don’t act so upset when you like it.” His hand came off your back, landing a slap on your ass this time, enjoying the way your cunt squeezed around his fingers when you felt the impact. “Why do you have to openly defy me like that?” It was phrased like a question but you knew you weren’t supposed to answer it like one.

“I’m sorry, please I’m sorry.” You babbled but another swift smack as he curled his fingers told you to try again. You cried out sharply but started over. “I’m sorry, won’t happen again Captain Levi.”

He hummed slightly in satisfaction, his hand rubbing over the sore spots as his fingers pushed deeper inside of you. He worked you quickly, perfect precision aiming at the spots of yours that he’d become so adept at finding. It was easy for him to bring you close to the edge quickly, all your thoughts about the stinging pain of your thighs fading into the need to rut your hips back towards his hand, trying to push yourself over.

He knew your body better than you did, however and he brought you there. Right up to the edge. And then his fingers were gone. You cried as he landed another blow to the back of your thighs to bring you back to reality. You nearly sobbed, the ruined orgasm sitting right there, just out of reach. But you knew better than to complain.

“You don’t deserve one yet.” He easily moved your body off his lap and onto the floor in front of him, your knees hitting the wood ungracefully.

“Y-yes Cap-Captain Levi.” You agreed with him obediently, trying to apologize for your defiance by obeying now.

He reached down, gripping your jaw-fingers digging into your cheeks to pucker your lips slightly. “Show your captain you’re sorry now.” He shook your head a little bit. “Okay?”

“Yesh Ca’ain Le’i.” You slurred the words around the form of your mouth but did your best to nod. It seemed enough for him, his hand releasing you as he watched you scramble to comply.

Your hands fumbled for the buckle on his pants, rushed movements of you pulling out his cock, eager to wrap your lips around it, eager to show how sorry you were, how obedient you could be for your captain. You slowed as you wrapped your lips around the tip, tongue flattening along the bottom as you sucked. You worked your way down the length slowly, soaking it in your saliva, sure to be careful as you went.

Levi’s hands came down to guide your pace, head bobbing at his pace, slow when he wanted, deeper when he wanted, stilling your movements when he wanted. You obeyed his commands, happy to just hear how he happily groaned when your tongue flicked against his skin or your gag reflex triggered.

He was patient in all aspects of life except for when it came to you. The self-restraint used to keep you on your knees in front of him rather than bent over his desk or in his lap took more of his energy than he wished for it to.

You were pulled up from your spot quickly, your protests falling from your lips with your spit as he dragged you up to straddle him, his cock brushing against your entrance. You wanted to move, to pull him into you but you were resisting the urge, wanting to show you could be good and listen.

He didn’t make you wait long, his impatience almost as bad as yours. Your eyes fluttered when he sunk you down onto his cock, sweet moans coming from your lips.

“Ride your captain.” He ordered, hand cupping your jaw to keep your eyes connected to his. He couldn’t entirely reward you, however, this was still a lesson to teach you. “Don’t you dare cum either.”

Your eyes widened slightly but you were learning better, you couldn’t say no to your captain. “Ye-yes Captain Levi.”

TAGLIST -

@awkwardaardvarkforever @s0uldarling @seiri-ously @deepenthevoid @stunies

@little-miss-naill @theycallmenanamisgirl

[hanmaitani]

@jinchuls

clown sex with buggy but every thrust sounds like a squeaky toy. thoughts?

[hanmaitani]

Upset

PAIRING - Ushijima Wakatoshi x Reader WC - 0.9K GENRE - fluff/angst CW - highly suggestive SYNOPSIS - wakatoshi always knows how to handle when you're upset with him

“There’s something you’re not telling me.” Wakatoshi’s voice cut through the static in your mind as you sat on your couch, staring ahead at your tv. Despite the worry lacing his voice, you refused to acknowledge him. “You’re upset.” It wasn’t a question. It was a statement, an observation from your fiance who knew way too much about you.

Of course you were. “I’m not.” Your tight voice and clenched jaw said otherwise. The way you stabbed your spoon into your ice cream again only further disproved your statement.

Wakatoshi sighed heavily as he sat down on the couch next to you, taking your face softly into his hands to turn you to face him. “I know that face. That’s your ‘I’m upset with you’ face.” You rolled your eyes and looked away again, turning to face your ice cream again. “And your eyebrows - they get really expressive when you’re mad.”

You scoffed. “Do you pay that much attention to your little reporter girlfriend?” Wakatoshi groaned. Of course that was what this was about. Tobio had tried to warn him about the article, the one that you had no doubt seen as well.

An article that was just someone looking to stir up drama. Photos taken from a perfectly curated angle, looking like a hug with an interviewer was more than it was. It was a small interview that he’d agreed to, an expose on his relationship with you actually, the inside scoop about the upcoming wedding. An interview at a cafe that was now being misconstrued in an article claiming that Wakatoshi had a new relationship.

“You know that you’re the only one I care about that way.” He tried but you scoffed lightly at him. “My love?” You refused to look at him. You knew you were being dramatic, but it bugged you that people were trying to ignore you existed, trying to imply that his upcoming marriage to you could be written off easily.

You huffed again at that thought, a small pout on your lips as you stabbed into your ice cream yet again. “I’m not upset.” You missed Wakatoshi’s hands leaving your face until they were picking the ice cream container out of your hands and setting it down on the coffee table in front of you. “Hey!” You protested, reaching for it, only for your efforts to be thwarted when his hands landed on your waist. He made it seem effortless, turning your body to situate you on his lap. Your legs quickly found their spot straddling his thigh. “What are you doing?” You complained, going to separate yourself from him but being stopped by his grip on your waist.

“My love.” He sighed and pressed a kiss to your cheek quickly. “I only have eyes for you.” You pouted but stopped struggling, looking to the side. He moved his head into your sight again and pressed a kiss to your other cheek. “You’re the best thing that has,” your pout lightened a little bit as you caught his eyes finally, “and ever will,” he pressed a kiss to your nose and watched it crinkle up, “happen to me.” He caught your lips in a soft kiss, feeling your pout melt away as you wrapped your arms around his neck. He pulled back after a few moments, looking at your face as he smoothed out the remnants of your pout left on your brow. “Are you better now?”

“I still don’t like her.” You mumbled, tucking your head into his shoulder, now ashamed that you’d spent so long upset. You knew that you had no reason to be, that your future husband was a loyal teddy bear and only yours.

He hummed in acknowledgement. “I know, my love.” His words were soft, his lips finding the corner of your mouth as he spoke. His grip on you tightened slightly and you couldn’t help but find yourself suddenly hyper-aware of the position you were in as Wakatoshi flexes his thigh underneath you while leaning into you to connect your lips again. You couldn’t help the small noise that left the back of your throat as your thighs unintentionally squeezed around his. “Oh? You like it when I do this, don’t you?” He teased lightly, a small smile on his lips as he pulled them from yours.

“Will you shut up? I’m still mad at you.” You mumbled half-heartedly as you chased his lips down, reconnecting them.

Wakatoshi’s hands stayed on your hips, his grip dragging your hips up his thigh and creating a friction that had your grip on him tightening. Soft noises slipping out of your lips and into the kiss. It was easy, with how his hands gripped you and moved you to get lost in his kisses, to forget that you’d been upset about something that seemed so trivial now.

Wakatoshi hummed against you, relishing in the gasp you let out as his thumb dipped between your legs, pressing into your shorts. “Look at that.” His voice had dropped lower now as he pointed out the wet spot growing on your shorts. “Wet for me already and I’ve barely done anything.”

Your face heated up in slight embarrassment and you pushed at his chest as you tried to swing your leg off of him. “Fuck you, I’m still mad.” You grumbled, half-heartedly trying to pull out of his grasp.

“No no no.” He chuckled, grabbing onto your hips again and pulling you back down onto his lap. "Get back down here, we’re not done yet."

TAGLIST -

@intergalacticrory @tsukiran @awkwardaardvarkforever @all-in-the-fandoms @mightyknight501

@lacunaanonymoused @pearl-blue-musings @qichun @megumuro @s0uldarling

@samus-onigiri-stand @seiri-ously @deepenthevoid @albakugo @winniethepooh-lover

@stunies @all-in-the-fandoms @little-miss-naill @ivy-taylorsversion @lumestar

@theycallmenanamisgirl @iluv-ace @appalost @mayoforthewin @rockrose-blossoms

@afire24

[hanmaitani]

When Forever Ends

PAIRING - Kuroo Tetsurou x Reader WC - 3.1K GENRE - fluff, smut CW - pining, teasing, one (1) mention of murder, oral f!receiving, premature ejaculation (ik thats the name but i hated typing that actually) SYNOPSIS - you've been in love with tetsu for years and kenma gives you hope that maybe, just maybe your silly friend feels the same way.

“Stop smiling.” You mumbled as you pointedly looked away from the boy in front of you, determined to keep your eyes on your notebook instead.

Tetsuro’s smile shifted into a signature smirk as he leaned on the table between the two of you. “Why?” His voice lulled, mocking you playfully.

You scoffed at the smugness that emanated from him and rolled your eyes slightly. “It does things to me that I’d rather not talk about.”

“Yeah? Like what?” He let out a soft chuckle and tried to tip his head into your eye line, looking to anyone else (and perhaps yourself as well) like an idiot. “Why don’t you wanna talk about it?” He was teasing, acting like he knew something more than anyone else at the table.

You sighed deeply and glanced up to him easily. Propping your head up in the heel of one of your hands, you spoke lazily at him. “Like make me wanna murder you, but if I talk about it then it’s called premeditation and I’ll get more time for that.” You let an easy smirk cross your lips as Kenma’s shoulders shook in silent laughter from his spot next to Tetsuro.

Tetsuro did not find it as funny. “Y/n!” He exclaimed, eyes widening and jaw dropping. “How could you wanna murder your best friend?” He stopped leaning on the table and threw his hands up in an exaggerated gesture towards his face. “Look at me! I’m adorable.”

You raised your eyebrows and quickly glanced up and down his frame before looking over at Kenma, your brows still raised. A small smirk graced your lips as you tilted your head, trying to hold back a laugh as you locked eyes with the quiet boy.

“Hey! Don’t look at him like that!” Tetsuro cried, glancing between you and Kenma quickly.

Kenma flicked his eyes over to Tetsuro for just a second before bringing them back to you. Kenma widened his eyes a bit with raised brows, glancing away from Tetsuro for just a moment before giving you a small smirk.

“That’s not fair.” Tetsuro’s complaint was spurred by your non-verbal response to Kenma of an amused nod and half smile on your lips. Tetsuro huffed, crossing his arms and leaning back in his chair with a small pout on his lips. “You guys are so mean it’s like you’ve got your own little silent language.”

Your lazy smirk turned into a full smile then and you drew your attention away from Kenma. “We just work at a higher intelligence level than you, Tetsu,” you teased, trying to hold in the laugh that you desperately wanted to let out. Kenma didn’t hold back as much as you and let out a short laugh at his best friend’s flustered state.

Tetsuro groaned and shook his head. Putting his hands flat on the table, he used the positioning to support himself as he stood up. “I hate you both.” He tried to say it with a sense of finality but the small uptick of one of the corners of his lips gave away that he wasn’t as upset as he was pretending to be. “I’m getting coffee.” He declared as he turned on his heel and stalked off to the counter of the coffee shop.

“He’s such a drama queen,” you joked to Kenma as you watched Tetsurou reach the corner. You smiled as you watched him try to lean casually on the counter to chat with the barista, the little slip of his hand on the counter causing him to almost fall before he balanced himself. “And such a dork,” you let out a soft laugh, pulling your lip between your teeth as you watched him.

“You know, eventually, if you don’t tell him, I will,” Kenma mused, watching you carefully as you watched your other friend.

You snapped your attention back to Kenma in shock and shook your head lightly, confused as to what he was talking about. “Tell him what? I don’t know what you’re-”

Kenma sighed and gave you a deadpan look, the one he got when things dragged on for too long and he was ready to get to the end of it. “He loves you too, you know?”

You froze. “What?” The implications of the word ‘too’ processing slowly. The implication that Kenma not only knew about the way you truly felt for Tetsuro, but that he also believed Tetsuro loved you back.

Kenma sighed and glanced over to where your attention previously was, on where Tetsuro was tapping on his phone, waiting for his coffee at the counter. “He’s just afraid of admitting it,” he concluded, his attention coming back to you just as quickly as it had strayed.

“How do you know?” you asked quietly, hope filling your body. Kenma wouldn’t lie about something like this, you knew that. He didn’t really lie about anything. You glanced over at Tetsuro and couldn’t help the funny feeling bubbling inside of you as you did.

Kenma shook his head in mock disappointment, but didn’t try to hide the small smile playing across his lips at his correct guess about your feelings. “He stares at you every time you look away.”

Kenma’s words sat heavy in your mind for the rest of the day. Your brain spending an agonizing amount of time to try and recount any time that Tetsuro might have given the impression that he had feelings for you beyond platonic. You had been notably quieter when he’d returned to the table and had even excused yourself from the hang out before the sun set, which was unusual for you to tap out of socialization before Kenma did. There was just too much on your mind this time, too much you were trying to process.

You had been laying in bed for hours now, staring at the ceiling as the tv played in the background, some show on it forgotten long ago. The sound of your phone ringing caught your attention and you grabbed it quickly, hitting the answer button and pressing it to your ear. You opened your mouth to greet the line but were clearly too slow on the draw.

“Are you busy?” Tetsuro’s voice slid through the speaker on your phone and you squinted your eyes in confusion, sitting up in bed.

You pulled your phone away from your ear to check the time before bringing it back. You let out a soft scoff at the time as you responded, “it’s like midnight, Tetsu.”

“Okay.” You could almost hear his eyes roll through the phone. “So is that a no?” He asked after a moment.

You sighed and looked back up at the ceiling of your room. “No, dummy, I am not busy right now,” you sassed as you went to search for the remote, hoping to flip through channels for another show to actually watch this time.

“Could I come over and talk to you?”

Your fingers dropped their grip around the remote and you glanced over towards the direction of your front door. “Right now? Did you not just hear me say that it was the middle of the night,” your tone reeked of exasperation as you tried to wrap your head around why he would possibly want to come over right then.

Tetsuro sighed on the other side of the phone. “Are you going to let me in or not?”

You opened your mouth to question him again but your thoughts were interrupted by a knock sounding from the other room.

It only took a few seconds for the dots to connect for you. You hung up the phone and rushed out of your room to the door, pulling it open quickly.

“Are you crazy!” you exclaimed as you looked at the boy standing outside your door. He was casually clad in a zip-up and a pair of joggers, looking like he was going to freeze any second. His messy hair was pushed out of his face, like he’d been running his hands through it. “What are you doing here?”

He tilted his head to the side, his hands burrowing further into his pockets as he slapped a nervous smile on his face. “What if I told you I was just insanely bored and needed to see you?”

You narrowed your eyes at him and blocked the entrance to your home a little more. “I’d call you clinically insane and leave you out on the street like the feral cat that you are.”

His jaw dropped as a look of mild offense crossed his face. “Come on, let me in! Its freezing out here!” He whined but you gave him a look to show how unimpressed you were. “Please?” He put on a small pout and you groaned at your own weakness. You stepped aside and waved him inside.

“An angel, really,” he teased as he stepped past you easily, slipping off his shoes and placing them to the side with yours.

You rolled your eyes as you shut your door. You turned and crossed your arms, leaning back against your door as you watched him exhale hot air onto his cold hands and then rub them together. “Don’t try to flatter me now,” you teased. “I’m mad at you.” Him and his crazy random dropping by when you’d already been thinking about him.

He laughed lightly, genuine smile popping onto his lips. “Again?” His eyes seemed to twinkle with mischievous energy. “Forgive me with a kiss?” He joked, but you saw it as an opening to address what you’d been thinking about for hours now.

You hummed in faux thought as you stepped closer to him. “On one condition.” You smiled lightly. You could tell that he thought you were just playing into his joke. And you were, in a way.

“What condition is that?” He smirked, mimicking you and taking a step to close the distance.

It was dangerous, that mischief in his eyes. It drew you in like a siren’s call, until you were standing chest to chest with him, looking right into that mischief. The siren’s call that taunted you to take the leap into the deep end. And you followed it. “Kiss me like you mean it, Tetsuro.”

You watched as your words registered for him like it was in slow motion. “What?” The smirk fell off his face and he looked at you in shock. Disbelief evident on his face, mixed with a glimpse of hopefulness.

“Kiss me.” You pulled your hands up to his neck, linking your fingers together behind it. “Like you.” You pressed your body against his gently and swallowed harshly at the warmth that radiated off of him. “Mean it.”

Your name fell from his lips breathlessly, in the form of a question, as he brought his hands up to cup your face, thumbs brushing against your cheekbones. “Tell me you’re being for real?”

You could feel your eyes fluttering closed as you sunk into the soft touches of his hands, a sensation you’d only dreamed about before. “ I’m being for real,” you whispered.

A gasp drew from your lips as they were suddenly pressed to his. It took barely a second before he was backing you up against the door again, pinning you to the surface with soft movements. His hands cupped your jaw firmly, his kiss growing more desperate as he leaned his body into yours. Millions of unspoken words bleeding from his lips to yours. Your hands slid down to his chest, fingers coming down to play with the zipper on his jacket.

A low groan came from his lips as he reluctantly pulled back slightly to breathe. “We should-”

“Talk about it later,” you muttered back, both of your words coming out in pants. You pulled your shirt off quickly and he couldn’t help but let his eyes drop down.

“Right,” he nodded along in a daze, “later.” He let out another groan and reconnected your lips, he was quick to lift you up. You quickly wrapped your legs around his waist and held onto his neck as he moved your connected forms from the wall.

His hands cupped against your ass as he stumbled your way further into your place, navigating blindly to your room. It was quick, a blurry sequence of movements as your clothes were lost until your bare back hit your bed.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this,” he mumbled into the skin of your neck, trailing kisses to your chest and down the center.

you let out a sharp gasp as he pulled one of your nipples into his mouth, quickly but softly rolling his tongue over it. “As long as I have,” you whined in response.

He lifted himself onto his elbows, hovering over you as he spoke, eyes blown wide as he looked at you, taking in all of you finally. “Do you have any idea how fucking perfect you are?” You whimpered lightly at his comment as he brought his lips back towards your chest. He kissed across the skin as his fingers gripped the band of your underwear. “Can I?”

You nodded quickly and he wasted no time in complying with drawing them off your body. “Tetsu,” you whined as his fingers brushed against the inside of your thighs. Your hands found purchase on his body, one winding through his hair as the other pressed to his bare shoulder, both tugging and pushing his body lower, begging his head to be between your thighs. “Please.”

He smiled lightly and readjusted himself, ignoring how his sweats shifted uncomfortably against him as he laid between your legs. “Anything for you princess.” His hands cupped the back of your thighs, easily lifting them and hooking your knees over his shoulders. His thumbs spread you open for him and you whimpered at the sensation. He made sure to lock eyes with you.

“Tetsu,” you drew his name out in a desperate moan as he flattened his tongue against you and dragged it slowly up. Long and slow. You threw your head back at the sensation as his eyes rolled slightly.

“Fuck you taste so good,” he mumbled into you, licking again. His tongue carved its way into you as you cried out, juices spilling onto his tongue as he moaned. Curses and moans tumbled off your lips as one of his thumbs brushed against your clit. “So so fucking good.”

“Please, please don’t stop,” you cried out as he moved his mouth up. His tongue flicked gently over your clit as his fingers trailed lower. Eased by his spit and your own slick, he pressed two of his long fingers inside of you.

Immediately curling his fingers up caused you to squeeze around them and he let out a strangled moan at the feeling of it, his hips stuttering against the bed. “Oh god.” He licked quicker, careful to not be too harsh but desperate to make you tumble over an edge.

His name came from your lips like a prayer, a mix of moans and whines, begging and pleading for more of him. He was diligent and consistent with pace and placement and when you finally came, you did so while calling his name.

“Fu-uck,” he let out a broken moan, his lips pressed against the inside of your thigh and his eyes squeezed shut. He pulled away quickly, leaning up on his knees as he tried to catch his breath, his hands braced on your legs, just above your knees.

It took you a second to come down from the dizziness in your brain and to notice the growing stain on the front of his sweats. “Did you just-” you whispered in shock as you glanced at him.

He was panting still, eyes squeezed shut and blush sitting high on his cheeks. “Yes.”

“Do you-” you cut yourself off as you realized how inappropriate that question was, but he answered anyways.

“No I do not always cum in my pants, that was the first time.” He glared lightly at you with a sassy tone and you couldn’t help but laugh lightly at the situation. “Oh you think it's funny?” He teased, laughing a bit too as he leaned back forwards towards you.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to laugh at-” you were cut off by your own gasp as he pressed his fingers against you again. They slipped in easily now but felt just as filling.

“Can you blame me?” He asked, lips grazing against the crease between your thigh and core, forcing your body to arch into him. “The way you look right now.” He pressed a kiss to the indent of your hip and you let out a strangled noise at the sensation mixed with how he curved his fingers inside of you. “The sounds you make.”

“Tetsu,” you whined out his name as his thumb brushed against your clit, his teeth sinking lightly into your thigh.

He groaned at the noise. “My name falling from your lips like that is straight out of my dreams.”

“Please, Tetsurou,” you whimpered, fingers tugging at his hair and begging for him to look up at you again.

“What do you need from me, love?” He mumbled into your skin, looking up at you through the hood of his lashes.

“Tell me you love me like I love you,” you begged then. You watched him process the words. Eyes widening at first, clearly not being what he expected before he relaxed into a smile.

“Princess,” he mumbled, kissing your hip again, “I fell in love with you when I met you.” He dragged his lips across your skin to press another sloppy kiss just above your navel. “I love you now.” He dragged his lips again, a wet kiss just between your breasts as he drew his fingers out of you, despite your protests. “I will love you forever.” He kissed the base of your throat as his hands gripped your waist, arching your body to fit against his.

“And when ‘forever’ ends,” he hovered his lips above yours, looking you in the eyes so that you could see his complete sincerity, “I’ll love you some more.”

His lips crashed down against yours again and it felt like everything in your world fell into place.

a/n happy birthday to kuroo <33

TAGLIST -

@intergalacticrory @tsukiran @awkwardaardvarkforever @all-in-the-fandoms @mightyknight501

@pearl-blue-musings @qichun @megumuro @s0uldarling @samus-onigiri-stand

@seiri-ously @deepenthevoid @albakugo @winniethepooh-lover @stunies

@all-in-the-fandoms @little-miss-naill @lumestar @theycallmenanamisgirl @cl-0-vr

@iluv-ace @appalost @rockrose-blossoms @afire24 @crystal-lilac

[hanmaitani]

threesome. shoko & utahime. spitroast on their straps. shoko spitting degrading words as she takes you from behind. utahime praising you as you gag and cry on her strap. shoko with her hand tugging on your hair as utahime brushes her fingers against the stray pieces falling in your face.

[hanmaitani]

Waterlogged

PAIRING - Faerie Prince!Kita Shinsuke x Wingless Faerie!Reader WC - 1.4K GENRE - smut CW - oral f!receiving, semi-public, unprotected sex, creampie

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Fall settles quickly into the kingdom of Inarizaki after summer. Bringing with it, another season of cold rain. Downpours to be more exact. Nothing like the spring showers.

Shinsuke was used to not having to worry about it, the pathways of the kingdom always being covered by large awnings, stitched together leaves designed to keep the faeries dry. But on the outskirts of the kingdom it was different. There were no coverings, no protection from the rain, he thought he would care more.

The rain had started suddenly today. A partially cloudy morning that suddenly turned into a torrential downpour.

His wings were way passed waterlogged, forcing him to walk alongside you.

Force being a relative term here.

He's not in the slightest upset about the chance to spend more time with you as you both make your way back to your home.

Your laughter fills the space between the sounds of rain as the two of you dash through the open field. Dipping under mushrooms for some shelter.

Shinsuke always grasps your waist as you dip under another covering, his smile never leavs his lips as he presses your back to the mushroom's soft stem, kissing you breathless before you dash to the next one.

Every kiss and every dash seems more intense, making you needier for your lover. You should be freezing from the way that the water soaks your clothes, but the way Shinsuke's body presses against yours makes you feel hot in your skin.

Shinsuke's kisses turn more fervent now, his body bent to your height, kissing you from below as his hands cup your jaw, steam seeming to form between the two of you as his hands slide down. They trail the sides of your neck, over your shoulders and down your arms, looking for your hips until he can lift your legs around his waist. Your dress slides up by the movement alone, making it easier for him to slide his clothed cock against you.

He can't help but pull back from the kiss, to see the way your swollen lips part to pant as your head tips back against the stem. His eyes rake the length of your neck, how water droplets drip down it and gather along your collarbones. He swears he can visibly see the way your pulse quickens under his touch.

Your dress is sheer from the rain and he's reminded of the first night he thought of having you like this, your date on the lake that had ended with you both in the water. Your nipples hard and showing through your dress, he's so fixated on how warm you feel against his length as he ruts against you.

Shinsuke thinks that you're the only person he would kneel for. And he's certain that he wants to now.

He lets your legs down from his waist as he lowers himself in front of you. He doesn't care as his knees sink into the mud, staining his pants, he's too focused on hooking your knees over his shoulders and attaching his mouth to your cunt through the only cloth still covering it.

Shinsuke's impatient tongue dips under the cotton, collecting your wetness as he does. The foreign feeling has you gasping, thighs shaking at the sudden pleasure. His hands pin your hips to the stem, keeping you high enough for him to easily access what he was desiring.

He doesn't mean to rip the fabric from your body but he's not exactly upset when it falls to the ground and grants him access to more of your skin.

You're slightly embarrassed at the way you feel your own wetness coating your thighs as Shinsuke's tongue presses to the sensitive bud of nerves. Shinsuke would love to have stayed down there, lick into you until you came undone for thim. However, his body freezes as yours moves.

You don't mean to do it, don't even know what you've done. Your foot grazing that sensitive spot in between his wings as you squeeze your thighs around his head.

Shinsuke can't help what it does to him, the movement makes him so sure he's about to cum in his pants. His forehead rests for a minute against the softness of your hips, pressing just above your mound, creating a pressure that has you whining, as he tried to ease his sudden need.

He would've wanted to stay down there but he can't help but move your legs back to his waist as he stands, faster than you can process until his lips are back against yours.

"My beloved please, beloved please let me." Shinsuke's whispers are desperate against your lips as he pants heavily. "Need to be in you please."

He doesn't even need to ask, you mimic back his desperation. "Please, Shin, please please."

His fingers blindly undo his pants, his length sinking into you quickly. You gasp in unison of his moan, the two of your sounds mixing as his hips buck up into you.

The sound of your cunt gushing around his cock has your ears burning in embarrassment. The fact that you can hear it over the sound of the rain falling, while shameful to you, is sweet on Shinsuke's ears. He knows it's just a testament to how bad your body wants him.

You try to bury your face in Shinsuke's shoulder but he catches you in a kiss before you can, a soft movement compared to the constant quickness of his hips. "So fucking pretty for me like this my love."

Your whispered chants of his name spur on his chase of your high. Your hands drape over his shoulders, pulling him closer as he kisses down your neck. Your nails scratch against that same spot and a sudden fullness starts to fill you as Shinsuke's broken moans greet your ears, vibrating against the skin of your neck.

Shinsuke doesn't know what hit him for a moment, the effects of his orgasm clouding up his brain. He knows what wings mean to faeries, was raised on the rules of them. The reminder to not let others touch them because wings are an intimate thing, a private thing between you and the faerie you intend to marry.

He learned on his own about the reason why, their sensitivity. He knows he should tell you, but he swears he's never cum that hard in his life before. He can tell you about it after, he decides in a split second, he wants to do it again.

He keeps fucking into you, your own orgasm comes quickly, the feeling of Shinsuke's cum dripping onto your thighs as he fucks it out of you, intent only to fuck more into you. He's overstimulated, especially as your nails continue to scratch at the sensitive spot where his wings meet the skin of his back. But he can't seem to care, the blissed out look on your face making him dizzy as he carries on.

You swear it's hours before Shinsuke lets you down, your legs shaking. You're incredibly full, full of his cum, heavy drops of it coating your thighs.

Your head spins as he picks you up, arm under your unsteady legs and one behind your back. Your hands are easily slung around his neck, head on his shoulder as he starts back towards your place. The downpour having eased into a softer rain during your time under the mushroom.

He won't admit to himself why he's carrying you the way he is. Swears that it's because you're too tired to be carried any other way, not about his desire to keep any more of his cum from slipping out of you.

You're asleep by the time the two of you are back to your place. Shinsuke takes care of you easily, like second nature, cleaning you up and tucking you into your warm bed.

He knows you're asleep but he kisses the spots where your wings would be and whispering about how beautiful you are. Words about how he adores you, hoping that somehow his words reach through your sleepy consciousness.

He's so spent as he's trying to get back to the palace, nearly falling asleep as he tries to walk home, wings still damp. His fox spirits are half-carrying him by the time he gets back to the palace.

He should regret it, his wings still heavy and his body aching, but the loopy smile on his face would tell anyone that he doesn't in any way. Not even for a second.

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Prince Kita's Favorite Places

PAIRING - Faerie Prince!Kita Shinsuke x Wingless Faerie!Reader WC - 0.6K GENRE - smut CW - no plot. mentions of creampies, oral m!receiving, facial, premature ejaculation

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Kita Shinsuke can't keep his hands off you. Can't stop filling you up over and over after he finally gets a taste of it. Any chance he gets he has you under him or over him.

He sneaks off on lazy patrol days, lays you in a bed of flowers pulling down your top and hiking up your skirt. His mouth and fingers latched onto your most sensitive parts, keen on hearing the pretty sounds that float from your mouth.

His wings block out the rays of sun before they can reach you. They act like stained glass, painting the patterns and colors of his wings across your skin. Turning your skin the same shade of purple that you love so much, turning your very skin a shade of him.

Sometimes he loves to take you from behind, his fingers reaching around to play with your chest, tweaking at your sensitive nipples as he fucks into you.

The more he fucks you the more he finds what he likes. The first time he cums is always inside of you, he can't help it, loves to watch his cum fill you up. But he can't help the second load going over your back.

He imagines the way it would coat your wings if you had them, but he settles for how it drips along the creases of your body, paired with how it seeps out of your spent cunt.

He's insatiable.

He always carries you home after if you've been out in the meadow together, always bridal style.

He'd learned his lesson, trying to carry you any other way always resulted in another round halfway home. The way your dress would ride up, the way the sun hit your thighs, it would all be too tempting for him, the access too easy to resist.

You always show him a greater level of pleasure than before. Always one-upping yourself for the sake of his pleasure. The first time on your knees is no different.

You're not sure what to do and he's not either. You feel like you're fumbling too much but he can't help but think about how cute you look, kneeling between his legs, your tongue lightly laving over his length.

He's so enraptured with the ever-slow movements you make, testing the waters. He struggles to keep you in his blurry vision, watching how attentive you are the which places make him gasp. He's never had so much attention paid to him.

Your curiosity and exploration gives you new confidence, your tongue slipping down lower than his length. The way you kitten lick at his balls and gently suck them into your mouth has his hips bucking and moans breaking as his cum paints your face immediately.

He's taken aback by his own release, his wings barely keeping his body up, his legs too shaky to properly hold him. His eyes are squeezed shut in embarrassment. His chest is heaving as he fumbles out apologies. His cheeks are burning red and he struggles to open his eyes to meet yours again.

Not a single thing could prepare him for what he saw. The biggest smile on your lips, licking his cum off your face as you look up at him.

He's sure he could cum again simply from the sight of you.

You surely don't help when you lean back in to finally wrap your lips around his length, finally sucking him into the warmth of your mouth. Looking for another one of his releases.

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quietly passes you the video camera

toji said if this post gets more than 10 notes he will let me peg him into another dimension ://

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hear me out.

sitting on gojo’s cock and being not allowed to move. shoko licking at your clit as she gets fucked from behind by geto. and truly its punishment for both you and gojo for not listening earlier. being told not to move, shoko’s tongue making you squeeze around gojos cock and and and mmmph

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Crown Prince of Inarizaki

PAIRING - Faerie Prince!Kita Shinsuke x Wingless Faerie!Reader WC - 2.0K GENRE - smut, fluff, angst CW - mentions of insecurity, nondescript smut, mentions of an heir, creampie

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You’re giggling as Shinsuke leads you through the crowd, tucking the two of you between walls of hanging vines until you’re dipping into a hidden entrance to the palace.

“Shinsuke, are we supposed to be in here?” Your voice, although trying to keep it at a whisper, echoes across the vast and empty space of the palace foyer. It’s gorgeous inside, tall ceilings and statues gilded in gold. Intricate designs over every surface. It’s absolutely gorgeous and it only heightens the feeling of being in a fairytale that this whole night has given you.

“Don’t worry about it, my love.” He presses a soft kiss to your wrist as he leads you further into the hallways of the palace.

You can hear the party still going on outside the palace, music and laughter seeping through the walls and filling the hallways that he leads you down. He seems familiar with the space while you feel out of place. Your gown brushes the floor as you follow after, the wings stitched to the back of the dress seem to weigh now, making you feel off balance.

Despite Shinsuke guiding you not to, you do still worry. “Shinsuke, this feels like private quarters.” You whisper as he guides you up a set of stairs and into a more private set of hallways. “Shinsuke, how do you know we won’t get in trouble for wandering the palace like this?”

Shinsuke sighs and nods towards a set of double doors. He pushes them easily, practiced movements to open them and let you in. You follow dutifully, eyes following him as he shuts the door behind you now.

“Now I know we’re not meant to be in here.” Your eyes flitted around the room, a bedroom. There was a grand bed in the center of one wall, the frame’s posts reaching for the ceiling, sleek drapes shielding some of it from the rest of the room. “Shinsuke, we’re going to get in trouble.”

Shinsuke sighs again, fingers brushing your cheek slightly, a touch that you lean into. “Can I tell you a secret I’ve kept?”

Nervousness curls around your throat but you nod anyway. “Shouldn’t we-”

“Who am I?” Your brow pinches in confusion and he smiles softly before clarifying. “To you. Who am I to you?”

Your brow stays pinched but you answer softly anyways, fingers coming to mimic his, brushing against his cheek. “Shinsuke. My love.”

He hums happily, eyes fluttering shut as a smile ghosts his lips. “Just Shinsuke, your Shinsuke.” He opens his eyes again and traces his fingers as they course across your features. “Remember that as I tell you this.”

“Shin, you’re worrying me. Maybe we should continue this conversation outside.” The nervousness about being in a room in which you didn’t belong still ran in your veins, making you feel skittish. “We could-”

“We can be in here, my love, we’re allowed to be.” He brushes strands of your hair from your face as he gauges the confusion dancing on your features. “My full name is Kita Shinsuke.” He knows you don’t understand the meaning of his surname as he speaks it to you for the first time, your lips opening question why he’s telling you his name but he cuts you off again before you speak. “Kita Shinsuke, the Crown Prince of Inarizaki. We’re allowed to be here, this is my room.”

Shock floods your body. You blink a few times still staring at him, trying to process what he’s telling you. “Crown prince?” You echo his information back to him in a whisper, worried for what this means in the scheme of things. The crown prince and a wingless faerie. You suddenly feel more nervous about the faux wings on your back as you take a tentative step back from him.

“No.” He mumbled, stepping back towards you, arm wrapping your waist as he pulls you closer to him, other hand still cupping your cheek gently. “Just Shin to you.”

You gasp as he kisses you, with the same heat and passion he always has. It’s not hard to melt into his kiss, to let him consume you as he always does, heart and soul. It leaves you breathless as he pulls away, fingers brushing your lips gently to replace the feeling of his own on them. “Shin…” you breathe his name, worries seeming to fall from you as you feel every bit of love he’d harbored for you before you knew his identity still there.

“Tell me what you want from me.” He bares his soul to you as he orders it, requesting you to encourage him on. “Tell me what you want from me and it is yours.”

You don’t hesitate this time, the words tumbling from your lips by decree of your king. “I keep picturing your fingers on my skin.” Your words are filled with longing, wanting to tug him closer, as if suddenly aware this could end at any moment. “All night it’s what I’ve been wanting.”

“Then that is what you’ll get, my love.” He sighs the words as he kisses you again. “But first, there’s one thing that has been bothering me all night.”

Your heart stutters in worry as you feel him turn your body, fingers brushing against the fabric of the faux wings. The sound of fabric tearing has your body tensing, wondering what you’ve done wrong to warrant him destroying the beautiful dress he’d gifted you. Your eyes are squeezed shut, worry taking over you.

“Open your eyes, my love.” He murmurs in your ear. “I want you to see how gorgeous you are.”

Your breath catches as your eyes flutter open, he’s moved you in front of a mirror, the faux wings on the ground at your feet.

“Those wings aren’t you.” He presses a soft kiss to the space just below your ear. “I’ve been annoyed by them all night. Seeing you with those made me feel like you were ashamed of yourself. You have nothing to be ashamed of. You’re gorgeous.”

You can’t help the way tears gather along your lashes as he praises you. The way his lips kiss down your neck. “Shinsuke…” You sigh his name, head lolling back onto his shoulder as he kisses down to yours.

“When I make love to you, I’ll always do it to the real you. Not some distorted version dressed up for the court’s appeasement.” His hands graze up your torso, cupping your breasts over the soft petals that make up your dress. “You’re so perfect, my love.”

You gasped as his fingers hooked into the neckline of the dress and tore, easily ruining the dress and smiling against your skin as it fell to the floor. Your hands tried to come up to cover your exposed skin but he caught your wrists.

“Don’t hide yourself from me, please.” His eyes met yours through the mirror and you nearly melted in his grip. Your hands dropping, allowing him full access to you.

The lights that dance along his ceiling seem to bounce off your skin, highlighting the glittery makeup and the sparkly dust from the ball lingering on your skin. His fingers drag across it, spreading it in the patterns he traces.

He picks you up swiftly, one arm tucked under your legs and one behind your back as he does, kissing you softly. You barely register the movement until he’s laying you on the bed, the softest thing you’ve ever felt.

He hovers over you as he presses a kiss to your jaw. “You’re the most beautiful thing in this kingdom.”

You can’t help but see him in a different light now. His wings fluttering behind him as he kneels above you, his fingers quickly undoing his own clothes, ridding himself of their inconvenience. He was still the same man who had been in this position with you before, but now, he was also your prince.

Your breath caught as you thought about it. Your prince. Who had been on his knees for you

 His lips traced your skin, soft touches and kisses, words that formed mindless praises spilling against your skin. His fingers are just as dutiful as his lips, exploring your skin, admiring how soft it is.

He swears you’re softer than the petals that made up your dress. Swears as he kisses you, that you taste sweeter than the wine they’re serving out in the party that you can still hear.

“What about your party?” You ask nervously as he finally kisses your lips again, his cock lining up with your entrance.

“I’ve seen dozens of parties like this.” He mumbles, dozens of parties that you think are the most beautiful and enchanting thing you’ve ever seen. “You’re much more enticing than a party.”

You can’t even respond as he presses his lips to yours, his body sliding against yours. He swears it feels like coming home as he fills you up, like you’re the only place he truly belongs.

You gasp into his mouth, hands gripping onto his shoulders as you drag him even closer. There’s fear inside of you at this new revelation, the fear that you’ll never be good enough for the crown prince of the kingdom, but Shinsuke kisses you in the same way he always has.

His body fits against yours in the same way. His hands glide across your skin, pinning your hips as he rolls his into you.

Nothing has changed and yet everything has.

You know his body so well that you can feel it, you can tell when he’s close. You’re close too, but there’s a hesitance in you this time. Your hands push against his chest as he pants above you, trying to detach your lips just enough to speak.

“Shin,” you breathe his name and it’s followed with a cry of pleasure, his favorite way you say it, “Shin you have to pull out.”

He nearly freezes at your demand, instead choosing to slow his pace as his hands cup your face. “Why, my love?”

It takes you a moment to catch your breath, the slower pace almost more dizzying than the quicker one he’d just been at. “Because-oh god,” a soft moan leaves your lips as his hips roll and his tip hits that sensitive spot inside of you, “because we can’t risk it, Shin. You’re supposed to deliver an heir.”

The realization hits Shinsuke in the chest as he realizes what you’re trying to say. Now that you’ve realized who he is, you don’t find yourself worthy of carrying the heir to the kingdom. Shinsuke nearly growls at the thought. “And?” He wants you to confirm it for him.

“Shinsuke,” your body arches in pleasure as Shinsuke refuses to let up on his movements, desires to make you feel good. “I’m wingless, I can’t carry your heir.” You mumble, as much as it breaks your heart to do so.

He merely scoffs, his lips grazing across your collarbone as he presses kisses to your skin. “Says who? The court? The kingdom?” He hums and lifts back onto his knees, his hands lifting your knees easily, pressing them to your chest without pulling out. The change of position is so sudden it has you seeing stars as he thrusts even deeper into you. “I’m the prince, not them, I don’t care what they think.”

You think he looks gorgeous like this, determination in the furrow of his brow, his eyes taking you in. Sweat glistens on his skin, sparkles from your body have attached themselves to his. And suddenly you don’t see how you’ve never noticed before, the air of power around him.

“There’s no one else, no one other than you who is fit to carry my heir.” And it sounds almost like a promise, a proposal, but your head is spinning too much as he seals your lips with another kiss, his body pressing into yours.

You don’t ask him to pull out again, you don’t want him to. And who are you to deny your prince.

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psst listen…

big bro togame who…

moves you into the ori with him after you both leave your home. up and into some empty rooms upstairs where no one else is allowed. he’s usually pretty easy going of a guardian most of the time.

but then you come home too late in the night and he catches you in the hall, whisper yelling about ‘where were you this late!?’

and you’re moving a little slower, a little more on his pace than you usually are. you’re finding everything he’s saying, funny as hell.

your eyes are fluttering a bit as you look up at him, eyes glossy, biting your pouty lips as you try to grin back your giggles. and dammit he’s pissed.

‘are you freaking high?’ you’re really the only thing that can make him this angry. you’re yanked into his room to get away from the echoing hall. your body falls heavy against the door with a giggle.

and maybe you gasp a little when he slams the door next to you. maybe your eyes don’t move fast enough away from his lips because of your sluggish pace. maybe your thighs press together more as he growls in your face about ‘stupid little sister are you listening!?’

and really the only thing you’re listening to anymore through your cotton filled ears, above the sound of his cock bumping up against your cervix, is togame’s voice in your ear; ‘ask me like i told you to babygirl’

and your own voice replying;

‘please nii-san, let me cum, promise to listen to you, nii-san’

‘i think you can beg better…’

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ghostface law …. here.

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Irrevocably Yours

PAIRING - Faerie Prince!Kita Shinsuke x Wingless Faerie!Reader WC - 2.6K GENRE - smut, light angst CW - riding, mentions of oral, insecurities, mentions or pregnancy, creampies, overstimulation

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Shinsuke got one single taste of you, one endless night of nothing but you and him and nothing else under the stars, and he couldn't stand staying away for too long any more.

It wasn't just him. It was you, too. Like the taste of a forbidden dessert. Something so sweet and delicious that it called you back for more and more, time and time again.

After the celebration, he came back the next night, and the night after that. The two of you tangled in the sheets of your bed for as long as you'll both last.

The two of you are tangled up in them now. The thin fabric collects around your hips as you bounce in his lap.

He's sat up, wings fluttering behind him as his eyes are trained on the way his hands grip onto your hips, following your movements. The way his fingers dimpled your skin. Your own hands are cupped around his neck, holding onto him as leverage, your head tossed back.

He thinks you look so serene on top of him like this. The small sweat that gathers on your temples as you move shimmers in the light that refracts off of the crystals that hang from your ceiling. The way your lips part as you pant out your sweet soft moans.

His eyes are glued to every inch of you. There are words stuck on the tip of tongue, sticky like honey, promises to call you his future queen that he swallows back down sweetly, holding it in his mind.

He wants to drag your hands from his neck to his wings, to feel you touch them again. He wants to fuck himself up into you until you fall apart and he can cum inside of you.

It's a practice of self-restraint now, as your cunt squeezes around him and he holds himself back, his groans filling the space between the two of you. He holds back, desperately, knowing the implications of what could happen were he to get you pregnant.

It would be an eternal tie to him. One that he would welcome but not sure that it would be one you would.

You've been at it for nearly an hour tonight, holding yourself back from cumming and tiring yourself out as you try to make him cum from your movements.

He's your first and you're trying, wanting to do your best, to make him cum like he's made you cum. You're worried that the way he pulls out to finish across your body is a testament that you've not been good enough to get him off with just how you feel clenching around him.

Your breathing is ragged as you grind your hips into him, your head tipping forward to capture his lips with your own.

Shinsuke can feel the staggered movements of your chest, how desperate your movements are. "My beloved," he coos against your lips, "let me take care of you." He wants nothing more than to flip you over and make you cum, to aid in how your pleasure consumes you.

"N-no." Your breathing is broken by moans as you struggle to not cum, ignorant of him currently struggling in the same way. "Want-" Shinsuke's moan reverberates in your ears as his forehead drops to your shoulder, nails digging crescent shapes into your hips as they bounce in his lap, "want t'make you cum, Shin."

You're whining, it's music to his ears, a symphony when mixing with the way your cunt loudly slides along the length of his cock, sucking him in repeatedly. He adores the sounds your body makes for him.

"Coul- hah- couldn't do it before, let me..." Your voice trails off as your body shudders again, begging for a release you won't give it.

He feels a pang of guilt wrack through him, realization. You've been going on, tiring yourself and refusing his offered help, holding in your own release in wait of his. He doesn't think of the implications of his next words as he speaks, only trying to get you to let him help.

"Can't- oh gods- can't cum inside," his voice clearly filled with strain, "don- don't wanna get- hah- get ya pregnant." His pants are hot against the skin of your shoulder but his words seem to burn straight into your chest, searing your heart.

He's too focused on the way your cunt feels stretched around him that it takes a moment too long for him to realize the movement of your hips slowing. Until, that is, you're pulling yourself off of him. When his eyes flutter open, you're detangling your limbs from his and wrapping yourself in the sheet previously around your hips, hiding your body as you drop to your knees in front of his form on the bed.

"Wha-" Shinsuke's cheeks are flushed with confusion, "what are you doing?" He takes in the way your eyes refuse to meet his, the way your hand, the one not hiding your body with the sheet, reaches from his still soaked cock.

"No reason," your hand is shaky, nerves from never having done this before mixing with your perceived revelation, "no reason you shouldn't be able to feel good." You're licking your lips, preparing to take him into your mouth, to make it up to him. "Could-" your voice is shaky in a different way than how it was shaky when you were consumed in pleasure, "could make you cum with your mouth. Just wanna make you feel good."

"I don't want your mouth." His hand grips your jaw, intent on tilting your head up to face him. He catches a glimpse of the tears in your eyes before you rip yourself away from him again, mumbling apologies.

He shakes his head, trying to disperse the fogginess inside his brain as he takes in your state. Trying to understand what has just clicked into or out of place in your mind to no longer make this enjoyable for you.

Your own mind is running a millions thoughts in a second, insecurities suddenly whirling around the space between your ears. You're still dazed in lust to fully comprehend anything except the way they blare in your head, increasingly obvious to you now.

You're rushing around the room attempting to find your clothes, mixed up in his, before he has the chance to grab you. "I'm sorry." You're mumbling and he can barely hear you, especially as you move things around, turning from him. "I don't know that I was thinking." Your fingers locate your dress and you're pulling it over yourself as you drop the sheet.

He's sure he hears a crack in your voice when you say it. "I don't know why I thought you'd want to be with me."

"What?" The weight of your confession hits him like a tidal wave, drowning his heart in immediate sorrow as he watches your hands shake when trying to tie your dress off.

"Why would anyone want a wingless fairy?" Your whisper feels like a shout in the silence of the room. He's off the bed in less than a second.

His wings propel him forward, his arms landing on either side of you, pinning you to the wall as he lands in front of you. "Stop." You can't help but look at him then, even if he was leaving you a choice from his proximity, his voice holds a command to it that you've yet to hear before and you feel inclined to obey.

His heart shatters at the sight of your eyes trying to hold back your tears, your bottom lip shaking as you try to not let him fully see the depth of your weakness. "You misunderstand me." He whispers the words, thumb brushing your cheek and catching the first tear as it falls.

"Shinsuke," you mutter his name softly, as if saying it any louder might burn your tongue, "it's okay. We come from different worlds."

He doesn't even miss a beat. "I don't care if we come from different galaxies." You're sure your breath freezes in your throat as he speaks.

"If you were to get pregnant, that ties us, you and me, together forever. I know I would want that. I would never let you go. But would you want that? An unbreakable tie to me?"

Your breathing stutters out as his fingers ghost along your cheek, his eyes refusing to let go of yours, bleeding out sincerity from his soul to yours.

"I don't care if you don't have wings. I would cut mind off to walk next to you for just one second longer."

"Shinsuke-" this time, his name feels like breathing. Feels like your tongue has always known how to form the motion, never needing to be told.

"I'm all yours." He mutters the words as his head tips to be closer to yours.

"Really?" You ask for confirmation and he gives it to you.

"Completely," his lips ghost against yours and you can feel the heat of his breath, "irrevocably," you breathe in his words like air, filling your lungs with his love, "truly yours."

You press your lips up to his and let your eyes fall shut. His fingers are quick to press away the tears that stray from your lashes as he envelops you in his arms again, pulling you from the wall.

"There is not a space on your body that doesn't spell love." He whispers the words into your collarbone as his fingers nimbly undo the tie you'd just made on your dress.

His fingers tease at the top of your dress, pulling the fabric lower and letting his lips follow. You gasp as his soft kisses grace your breasts, his lips softly mulling over one nipple before moving to the next.

"You're so incredibly beautiful to me." Your lashes flutter to the same tune of his wings as he looks up to watch you, your hands purchased on his shoulders for stability.

"I didn't want to accidentally give you something you might not want."

His lips press down your sternum, teeth nipping at the skin lightly for your attention. You're dizzy from the emotional whiplash as your dress pools around your ankles at the ground, Shinsuke's lips pressing just below your navel.

“There's not an inch of you that I don't dream of signing my name across. If you give me access to, I don't know if I'll stop."

Your breathing catches in your throat as his mouth dips lower, hooking your knee over his shoulder as he tips your body back onto the bed, his lips finding the crease between your core and your thigh. His fingers join, spreading you open as his kisses trail your inner thigh. Your sighs greet his ears as he begins to ease you open again, focusing only on you and the places that make you twitch.

"Shinsuke," your whisper of his name calls him back up, your fingers pleading with his hair, pulling him back to your mouth to kiss you. He slides back into you easily, swallowing the way you gasp as he does. Your arms wind around his neck again and he rolls his hips into you.

"You're prettier to me than all the stars in the sky, than every flower blooming in spring."

You shutter as his love rolls off him and hits you in waves, every thrust delivering it like a shock into you. His kisses fall upon your cheeks and your jaw when your mouth struggles to keep up with his. His lips find your ear as you pant and squeeze around him.

"I want all of you if you'd only let me have it."

"You have it. All of me." You gasp when his cock nudges against the soft sensitive spot inside of you that has you seeing stars, his fingers coming down to send you over the edge as they fumble against your clit. "I'm all- all yours always."

Shinsuke doesn't think about it this time, doesn't stop himself this time. His hips pick up an irregular rhythm as he feels you cum around his cock, his fingers digging into your thigh, hiking it higher on his hip as he buries himself in you.

You whimper when you feel his cum fill you up, a warmth spreading across your body as you latch onto him, sucking it in, body begging for more. His own moans are stuttered, breathing heavy as he pulls his upper half away from you to glance at the mess he's made between your thighs.

It's relief to fill you up, but not nearly enough.

His stuttered moans turn to mumbled apologies as he fucks his cum deeper into you, his cock still hard and his grip on your hips tightening to match his need. A simple taste of heaven not being enough for him.

His sensitivity is begging him to stop but he can't. The small insatiable part in his mind having, now been fed once, is hungry for more. He wants to do it over and over again.

The moans you release fuel him on, his ears pick up on it, tune into only them and the way you pray his name like he truly is your king. He can feel his own cum being pushed out of you as he keeps fucking you but he doesn't seem to care. He knows he'll replace it and more before the night is over.

Your mind feels hazy as his hands fumble with your thighs, pressing them up to your torso to reach deeper. Your head falls back at the feeling, back arching. He only takes the action as invitation, his lips falling back to your neck.

His mouth is intent on marking you, bruises left in its wake as it trails across any skin reachable, his tongue licks against the salty sheen of sweat on your skin. You can feel your hair tangling as your head thrashes back and forth, your body shaking under the pressure of the man you've let off the leash.

Before you know it, his moans are breaking again, and he's pumping another load into you, to make you full again. You feel heavy as he pulls out, and you whine at the feeling when your cunt clenches in protest of its loss, his cum leaking out between the folds.

He can't take his eyes off the sight, groaning as his forehead leans against the flesh of your thigh. His teeth nip at your skin, a quiet punishment for the way your body pushes out his gift to you.

Both of your chests are heaving, bodies out of breath and sensitive. His eyes are raking over your wrecked body, trying to wait out the overstimulation as his hands refuse to bring down your thighs. His lips are soft against the skin of your thighs and it's like he's in a trance as he looks at you, at his handiwork.

You're barely recovering when it seems that he has. And he's growling at the way your cunt is still trying to push out his cum, clenching at its emptiness.

You grasp his wrists as he pushes his cock back in, stretching you back around him greedily.

"One more, please my love, one more."

You only nod along with his desperation. You won't deny him what you've both been wanting.

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