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thoughts on throuple beomjun??

nsfw throuple beomjun thoughts

yeonjun x fem!reader x beomgyu

warnings: 🔞!!! throuple/poly relationship, no mxm, hair pulling, oral (m!rec), overstim/edging mentions (f!rec), cum eating, no protection, creampie mentions, prob forgot some sorry

wc: 0.3k

an: you didn't say if you wanted nsfw or sfw im so sorry I made it nasty bc why not lol but if you want sfw thoughts just send another ask and ill answer like a sane person <333

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Being in a throuple with beomgyu and yeonjun is just full of teasing each other. ‘Jealousy’ is a core aspect of the relationship. Or at least the sexual aspects of the relationship. Both of them are leaning towards soft doms until the other is in the room, then it's like you're getting fucked as a punishment. Beomgyu will pull on your hair until you're facing yeonjun just so that he can see your expression while you take it. “Tell him how good it feels, tell him,” gyu mutters into your ear through gritted teeth. Yeonjun will just cross his arms and watch, “Go on tell me,” brows raised as you try and fail to get the words out. 

Yeonjun will always pull his phone out when he's getting head or when he's buried in you. Your group chat is filled with the videos. yeonjun grabs you by the chin and forces you to look at the camera, “go on show him,” will tap your cheek until you show the creamy mess he's left on your tongue. “Tell him how much you enjoy the taste of me,” 

Beomgyu will retaliate and send a video of you choking on his cock in return. Only pulling away when you have tears in your eyes, spit dripping from your lips still connecting you to his tip. “Who does your mouth belong to? Tell him,” 

Yeonjun will make you apologize for having sex with beomgyu before him. Doesn't fuck you because he needs to fill you but because he needs to have more cum stuffed in your cunt than beomgyu could even think about producing. 

Will sometimes team up against you and spend hours edging and overstimulating you without breaks. It's common that you and beomgyu are both on your knees in front of yeonjun, beomgyu’s hand in your hair as he forcefully pushes your head onto yeonjuns cock, making you take him as far back as you could go, moaning at the wet sounds echoing in the room.

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DAILYHOTDGIFS 1K EVENT: GET TO KNOW THE MEMBERS

FAVORITE CHARACTER PER MEMBER: Alicent Hightower by Liz @saintalicent

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Happy 1K followers to me!

So this happened a few weeks ago but I actually took some time to figure out just how I wanted to celebrate. So I believe I will be bringing back matchups (since I don’t do them that often). This will be opened to followers and mutuals only. I do have anon off so no way anons will slip by and I will be checking to see if you actually follow me!

I can’t begin to express how thankful and happy I am for each of you that are following me over the last few years. The mutuals I have made here are absolutely wonderful and some have even become some of my best friends. Thank you all for being here and listening to my insanity: especially over Shinichiro, Wakasa, Barou, Sukuna (and a small dash of Grimmjow and Ichigo’s back muscles here and there).

You guys are wonderful. Thank you so much.

If you are interested in taking part of my celebration- please check under the cut for the rules. 💕

Rules

Just be following me (I will check) and if I find that you unfollowed after the event - blocked.

Minors DNI. I will be verifying ages.

The only fandoms I will be doing: Blue Lock, Jujutsu Kaisen, Bleach, and Tokyo Revengers

Followers may pick one fandom. Mutuals may choose two fandoms.

Followers will get a matchup and a song that reminds me of your matchup.

Mutuals will receive their matchup(s), song(s), and a little surprise blurb about one of your mstchups.

If you would like to participate, please send an ask with a description of yourself, pictures or pic crews will help immensely, the fandom(s) you’d like your matchup from, preferred gender (if any), and include any icks or no goes of any character (any character you feel uncomfortable being paired with for any reason)

Asks will not be posted! I will @ you with your matchup.

If you are not interested in my event and wish to block/filter - just block the tag: lee.1kevent

And for the most part - have fun and enjoy your matchup! 💕

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fearless (taylor’s version): the never a clean break chapter

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1k celebration: edit for @miss-nerd95 <3

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For your 1k follower event -congrats by the way!! Gemini + Kirishima + 7, please!

OKAY LISTEN. I GOT VERY VERY CARRIED AWAY. Who the fuck knew this inspiration would strike me on a TUESDAY at 9:00pm? Not me. Anyway. Thank you for the congratulations, and I hope you enjoy this! It started out innocent, and then just completely derailed into this.

18+, “Is that a tattoo?” x Kirishima Eijirou

word count: 2.2k (what. the. fuck. written in 3 and a half hours) warnings: smut, size kink, public sex, unprotected sex. Thank you for encouraging me, @koiibito and @queensynderella

Kirishima was the hardest guy you knew, even without his quirk activated. The muscles rippled down his back as you stroked deeply, kneading out the knots with strong, practised fingers. You were a private masseuse to the Pro-Heroes, and you were the best. When he booked an appointment, you weren’t shocked, but damn, were you curious. 

Your colleagues all talked about the hulk of a man, wondering what he was like, what his skin felt like. Does he get hard all over? You know, down there? They’d whisper to each other, ask you to find out. Like hell, you will. There’s a reason the Pro’s come to you. You’re professional, courteous, confidentia-

Wow, he’s got a nice ass. You can’t help but think while you worked the lower sciatica, taking out the kinks. He groaned, twitching on the bed, the thin, white sheet covering him doing nothing to hide the firm, toned muscle. “Is the pressure okay?”

He grunted, lifted his head a little to flash you a killer smile.

“It’s perfect,” then fell back down, head in the hole, “I’ve actually been having a bit of back pain so this is great.”

 “Happy to help,” you replied, cordial and quietly, so as not to take over the ambience music in the room, but rather blend in with it. “Have you been training your legs more?”

 “Yeah, can you tell?” there was a tease to his question, but you bit back a retort, not one to instigate. It wasn’t his first one of the session, and it was getting harder to remain placid.

 “The main reason for back pain in heroes is the overuse of the glutes and tight hips,” you commented, digging your finger into the very round of his buttock, right where the nerve ending sits. You’d never heard someone so buff make such a whine before, and you shivered in the sadistic delight of hearing it. God, you love your job.

 “Shit, that’s sore,” Kirishima curses under his breath, you ignored it, the knot of muscle dissipating and relaxing under your relentless fingers. “Damn, you’ve got a magic touch.”

 That’s when you let your facade slip; a giggle escaped your lips.

 “Ah! So you’re not a robot!” the red-haired Hero exclaimed, you huffed, walking back to his head. You warmed another pump of oil in your hands, pressed them down to his neck and stroked up into the shave of his undercut.

 “Of course not,” you scraped at his scalp, watched goosebumps as they danced along the back of his arms. That’s a surprisingly soft, human, skin reaction, something you could tell your co-workers, and as you pulled the longer hair up, you gasped, “is that a tattoo?”

 On the back of Kirishima’s head, covered with thick hair, were two RR’s in his logo. He chuckled, the laugh booming and shaking his body.

 “Yeah,��� he paused, only slightly. His voice dropped an octave, sending shivers down your spine “it’s not my only one.”

 Now, how could you resist that? You couldn’t, that’s why you answered him, matching his drawl with your own.

 “Oh? And where are the others?” your heart thumped in your ears, you’d never, ever crossed that line before. But he’s so fit, so charismatic, your mouth responding before your mind caught up.

 He was fast, astonishing for how much muscle he had to move, but he pushed himself up, onto his heels, kneeling. His quads stretched, flexed, the four individual muscles formed hills and valleys up his legs. Your eyes trailed up from his knees, slowly, frightened to see too much at once. Then you saw the second tattoo, right next to his--

 “Oh my,” you cleared your throat, averted your gaze, well, tried to. You felt your face catch fire, but the stiff cock stood up against the taut muscle of his abs. Everything about him was rock solid.

 “Like what you see?” he teased, an overwhelmingly large hand wrapped around the base. You swore he was not this massive laying down on your table a few moments ago. You swallowed, scolded yourself mentally for not looking away, eyes devouring his third leg, and the dragon tattoo next to it. He moved the dick to the left, the skin of his groin pulling flat so the tattoo stands out: black, intricate, dangerous. It stretched across his upper thigh, right below the line of where his hero costume would rest. You opened your mouth to remark, shut it, then opened it again. Fuck.

 “It’s, uh, nice,” you complimented, finally ripping your stare from his bare hips and up to his face, “the tattoo, I mean.”

 His red eyes glinted mischievously, his grin lopsided, teeth sharp.

 “And the cock?”

 “Big.” The words flew from your mouth, your hands instantly covered your lips. You could be swallowed by the earth now and have no complaints. “Shit, sorry.”

There it was, that deep, boisterous laughter. It made your core clench, a fresh wave of heat pool between your thighs. You watched as his chest shook, abdominals flexing and cock bounce. He laughed with his entire body. Does he fuck with it too? You took a few deep breaths, steadied your nerves. There was always a first for everything, and Lord knows, you’re not going to let him book another appointment when his hour is up. You glanced at the clock, there’s still some time. Kirishima’s eyes were closed, his mouth open and head back.

“How about I help you take care of it?” you propositioned. It shut him up quick. His jaw snapped shut, body frozen as he peered at your serious expression, your relaxed stance. You had a perfectly manicured hand on the edge of the bed, leaning into it, glistening with massage oil.

 “If you think you can handle it,” he smirked.

 “Oh, I can handle anything, Red Riot.”

 He red eyes flickered, lit by an internal fire. You rounded the bed, trailing your hands on the edge. He moved to seated, legs hanging off the side. With the lightest of touches, your fingers tips ghosted over the thick thigh. They widened, and you slotted yourself between his knees. There was no time to waste; his hands cupped your cheeks, yours pressed onto his knees, and your mouths met in a hungry kiss.

 His tasted like spices, sandalwood, warm and inviting. His hands drifted lower, down your neck, to the front of your uniform where he began to undo the aestheticians’ coat buttons with deft fingers. You rubbed circles into the muscles of his quads, feeling them ripple beneath your touch as you stroked up, leaning into the kiss with your entire body. You felt the coat loosen. You took a step back, a whine leaving Kirishima’s mouth desperately. The coat is strewn onto the floor. You grabbed the hem of your simple dress and tug it over your head, standing before him in a matching set of underwear. Thankfully.

 “C’mere,” he growled, pulling you close again. His large hands wrapped around your middle, the sheer size of them making you feel petite, dainty, but oh, how you were not. You snaked your arms around his neck, pulled him down for another kiss. He tightened his grip, keeping you flush against his chest and straightening up. You followed, leveraging your weight around his neck, not that you needed to, and straddled his thighs. Fuck, how wide is he? 

 You moaned, lowly, under your breath, when you felt the hardness of his cock slide between your bodies, bump against your mound, tickle your belly. You were getting hot, sweaty, the oil on his body, your hands, slicking up the skin between the two of you. There was a pounding in your chest, your ears, your cunt, as you grind against him, splayed open around his hips. His thick fingers trailed from your waist down your ass, reaching under and pulling up. They massaged between your folds, feeling how your slick soaks through the thin cotton panties.

 “I need to get you ready,” he whispered against your lips, his kisses moving so that they littered your jaw, your neck. Still, you grind down on his hand, the tip barely providing enough relief. You eyed the clock over his shoulder.

 “No time, just fuck me.”

 He pulled back, remarkably restrained for someone who’s cock was practically ready to burst between your bodies.

 “Are you sure?”

 “Yes.”

 “Alright then, but don’t scream.” The cocky bastard winked at you, then had the audacity to rip the seam of your underwear, the side falling apart and down. His lips came back to swallow your cries. It was a fucking matching set. He shifted back so that he was more on the table. Your shins pressed into the firm mattress to lift your hips. One of his hands wrapped around the back of your neck, warm and moist and gravitational. It kept you grounded into his kiss, his tongue coaxing yours from it’s resting place to dance together. His other hand trailed up your thighs, dipped between the gap, and rubbed two fingers against your slick slit, opening it up for the tip of his cock to tease your lower lips.

 He pressed in, and you severely underestimated the stretch, collapsing onto his shoulder. His trap was between your teeth, muffling your moans. Oh God, fuckfuckfuck, but it’s delicious. You breathed through your nose, relaxed into that weighted palm, leaving the smallest of pecks where you almost broke the skin in your bite. Almost.

 “You’re doing good, baby,” Kirishima whispered into your ear, dropping you lower. Your thighs quivered from being spread so thinly around his waist. But his praise spurred you on.

 “Look at you, taking my cock so well, we’re halfway now, just relax.”

 Hold up.

 You pulled back from his shoulder and looked down. Bitch, he’s not going to fit. He must’ve seen the expression of horror on your face, because he smiled, lips smug, eyes like an inferno as he chided you.

“I thought you said you can handle anything.”

 You can. So, you ground yourself a little further down, feeling how his silken cock filled your so completely.

 “That’s it, keep going beautiful.”

 The tip of his cock tapped your cervix, and your eyes almost rolled into another dimension. You stayed like that for a minute, then two. Kirishima felt how your walls clenched around him, wanting to swallow all of him, more than you physically could. Your forehead rested against his shoulder, his arms around your waist, and he just couldn’t take it anymore. 

He began to bounce you. The pressure in your womb climbed up, coming out in short ragged breaths against his chest. You were like his little plaything, controlled by his hands alone. You whimpered, feeling fire and ice pour into you from his palms and his cock; opposite ends of a spectrum meeting in the middle to explode sinfully in your body. Your fingers clawed at his body, massaging his back, his waist, before it found that gap between your bodies and pressed against your clit.

You’ve been so good at hiding your moans. Until now. The whimpers left your throat desperately. You clenched around him, pulled him in deeper, tighter, and he spiralled into you --no, he twisted you. He’d found his footing on the floor, and spun you both around so that your back pressed into the table and he could now fuck you with more power, more leverage, with his entire body. Fingers clamped around your jaw, two pushed inside to shut you up, the other massaged a breast, your nipples, tugging and pulling until you were biting those sinful fingers.

He thrusted into you, hips snapping, breaking your inner walls down so your emotions broke free into the room. It filled with energy so raw, so powerful. You had no idea where your hands were. At some point, they were in your hair, then his forearms, gripping them so fiercely, even he thought he’d snap. Your practised fingers could leave bruises on most men. But not Kirishima. His cock hit that perfect spot inside you each and every fucking time. You sucked down his digits, somehow you were not done being filled, but you were close, so so close.

 “Red Riot,” you mumbled around his fingers, all thoughts had already cleared out of your head, but he seemed to understand. The hand that massaged your breast flicked tight, quick circles against your throbbing clit. His pounding was getting sloppy, mistimed, and you broke down in pieces. A part of your soul escaped, latched onto his as you both died a small death. Yours unseen, black and ascending to the heavens, while his left warm, wet traces across your stomach.

 His fat cock throbbed as it rested against your mound, spent, once more soft. His fingers slipped from your slack jaw, his head bowed forward as both your chests heaved from the exertion.

 “Wow,” you managed to say after several seconds, your high subsiding into a gentle hum. Then, what you just did hit you like a train, your torso shooting up, cum dribbling down onto the table and between your legs. You fucked a Pro-Hero at work. A smile split your face in two.

 And honestly? No regrets.

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DADDY DAY CARE EVENT! 1K followers event

Okay since I didn’t finish the daddy day care work in time for me hitting 1K followers. Instead I’m going to do a matchup scenario event.

So basically, go in my ask box and describe your personality your characteristics, the name/nick name you go by, pronouns who you kin your ambitions in life and just little extra information (extra points if you include ur favourite work by me😌) and then I’ll match you up with 4 different characters writhing scenarios for each.

The scenarios you’d get will be baby/kid based scenarios so basically dad!haikyu x reader. The scenarios will be either; you giving birth, wholesome family moments, when they find out that you’re pregnant ect. ( so basically just kid,dad scenarios )

Also I’ll be doing a preference of wether you want a pure angst one or a pure fluff one. You can’t get angst to fluff it’s just one or the other (and that’s for each character I write for you)

Okay so you’d have to form your ask like this:

Hey emp, I love you

My name is y/n, and I’m great and I like cheese and *insert extra information about yourself* and my favourite work by you is when they make you insecure part 1 and can I have 2 angst scenarios and 2 fluff scenarios thanks

There’s going to be 30 slots so:

0/30

(But extra space for moots and besties)

If this flops I’m deleting this account

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1K event CLOSES SUNDAY- make sure to send in your requests!

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bubbleteas 1k event!

YOU GUYS! WE HAVE OFFICIALLY HIT 1K WHICH MEANS WE GOTTA CELEBRATE!

First of all thank you to everyone that’s supported this blog, old and new. I wouldn’t be here without anyone of you.

Second of all, I LOVE YOU GUYS SM! Every single one of you have a special place in my heart along with this blog <3 To think I started this blog 12/20/20 and we’re already at 1k is literally making me cry you guys are awesome

With that being said, it’s time to get this party started!

Starting from rn I will taking all requests sfw and nsfw

Requests will come from some prompts that I’ll link down below!

All works will be tagged under #1kevent

All

All Prompts

All Prompts (2)

Fluff

A-Z Fluff Alphabet!

Fluff Prompts

Soulmate AU Prompts

Smut

A-Z NSFW Alphabet

Smut Prompts

Angst

Angst Prompts (1)

Angst Prompts (2)

Angst Prompts (3)

Angst Prompts (4)

Character and Fandoms

Avengers

Steve Rogers

Tony Stark

Bucky Barnes

T’Challa

Natasha Romanoff

Peter Parker

Thor Odinson

Actors

Chris Evans

Sebastian Stan

Tom Holland

Attack on Titan

Eren Jaeger

Mikasa Ackerman

Levi Ackerman

Armin Arlert

Jean Kirschstein

Reiner Braun

Connie Springer

Sasha Braus

Hangi Zoe

Erwin Smith

Porco Galliard

Colt Grice

Pieck Finger

Zeke Jaeger

Annie Leonhart

Bertholdt Hoover

Yelena

Happy Requesting! ♡

Posts- (NSFW is Bold)

Not Enough (Bucky Barnes)

Not Over Her (Porco Galliard)

Symbols on Your Skin (Porco Galliard)

Praise (Colt Grice) NSFW

Daddy’s Little Princess (Zeke Jaeger) NSFW

Same Mistakes (Reiner Braun)

Steve Rogers NSFW Alphabet

13 Years (Porco Galliard)

Bratty Behavior (Erwin Smith)

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tscreators 1kevent: Fave Music Video

Out of the Woods Director: Joseph Khan

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[probably weird, but why not?..]

txt mtl to have a habit of playing with their girlfriend's pussy in a non-sexual way? like some kind of anti-stress lolol

mtl txt x non sexual fingering

warnings: 🔞!!! mentions of fingering, shaving, not shaving, cockwarming prob forgot some sorry

wc: 0.3k total

an: hiiiiii @apeachty my love ive actually never really thought of this before so it was fun to think of lol the only non sexual pussy play I can think of is examination and ive read it in two drabbles. I don’t know if I did your ask justice but I tried :p a fun idea actually I like it. also yeah this is short and I still added photos no one can stop me actually

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beomgyu .ᐟ

I have this idea that beomgyu is very into cockwarming, wanting to always be in you, cock or fingers. He will spend most of his time with his hands down your pants. This mostly happens when cuddling and watching movies. Will climb into bed behind you and he makes sure to have you suck on his fingers to let you know his intentions. Just dragging his fingers through your folds, slipping them in and feeling around. Will accidentally fall asleep with his fingers in you just as easy as it is to do when he's cockwarming you.

kai .ᐟ

Actually loves it when you forget to shave, will make sure to let you know he prefers it when you don't shave. Plays with your hair, running his fingers over anything you have. When he sees the hair behind lace panties he's insatiable and needs to keep his fingers shoved between your legs. Likes that you are so warm, will lay down and just cup you over your panties, and likes when your thighs trap his hand. 

soobin .ᐟ

Likes to shave and wash you, just an excuse to have his fingers anywhere near you is enough for him. Will shave you and proceed to constantly wipe his fingers over the spots he just done. Tracing the shape of your pussy over and over again.

yeonjun .ᐟ

Has the intention to just try it once, turns into him just fingering you without him even realizing it. Likes to do panty checks, makes sure you have them on, and likes to guess what you're wearing under your clothes by just feeling. Will pull on your underwear to tighten them on you, likes to trace his fingers over the fabric, and knows it gets you wet without much effort at all. 

taehyun .ᐟ

He is never one for much teasing at all, sex stays in the bedroom, and if he is touching you it's strictly to get you off. Enjoys watching you get off and finds it a challenge to hold himself back from only putting his fingers on you without seeing you cum around them.

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DAILYHOTDGIFS 1K EVENT: GET TO KNOW THE MEMBERS

FAVORITE CHARACTER PER MEMBER: Rhaenyra Targaryen by Alexandra @buffysummers ↳ I do not wish to rule over a kingdom of ash and bone.

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For @gojoest your matchup is

Gojo Satoru and Aizen Sosuke

For you and Aizen

And for you and Gojo

“You’re so infuriating…”

He stretched his arms over his head before flashing you a grin. “What did I do now?”

“You should be nicer to Utahime…”

Scoffing, Gojo waved you off. “Not my fault she’s a crybaby and constantly needs saving.”

While you had been dating for a long time, you also considered Utahime a very close friend. You weren’t sure exactly why Gojo felt the need to bully her constantly, but the prospect was beginning to get on your nerves.

“I’m going to start being mean to you.”

He laughed, actually laughed, before laying back on your bed. “Oh stop whining and come cuddle with me.”

“Of course Toru needs attention.”

He scoffed again. “Come here!”

You threw a pillow at his face, managing to hit him when you realized he would switch off his ability to allow you to cuddle. But you didn’t think you would succeed that easily.

“Oh my god.”

“DID YOU JUST-!”

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fearless (taylor’s version): the dance in a storm chapter

ts-parallels 1k event 

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1k celebration: url edit for @mytearsricochets <3

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hi i just found your account but what i’ve read so far is really good!!! congrats on 1k 🥳🥳 for your event could i do taurus, kenma, and prompt 11? -briswriting

Hey hey! Thank you so much for enjoying what I write! It means a lot to me to hear this. Sorry this took so long, and I hope you enjoy this Kenma 

18+, “Mmmm, good morning to you too.”

warnings: somnophilia, dubcon (ish), but is consensual at the same time.

Lazy mornings with Kenma are few and far between. You’re an early riser, he’s a late sleeper, coupled with the fact that he plays games into the wee hours of dawn, those cute, hazy moments never seem to happen for the two of you. Which is why you’re shocked to find him snuggling behind your back, nose nuzzling your neck as his breath fans against it. 

You open an eye, peering at the alarm clock next on the side table. It shows 5:30 am and you almost have a heart attack. If he’s only getting to bed now… you sigh, shutting your eyes to will yourself to sleep further. However, Kenma has other plans. Replacing his breath are his lips, kissing you so tenderly that you’re unsure if it’s a conscious decision of his, or if his body is on autopilot from testing out various video games for work.

It’s the former. You feel a hard muscle press against your lower back, tucking itself between the fold of your ass delicately, as if not to rouse you from sleep. You decide to play the game a little longer, inhaling deeply, stretching your neck out for him to suckle at more skin. You even moan softly, pretending to be asleep to see how far he’d go. Lithe fingers ghost down your arms beneath the covers, over your stomach and the tops of your thighs, until they gingerly touch down on the thin cotton shorts, neither pulling them down or pushing them up. To say you weren’t incredibly turned on would be a lie, the thought that he would take advantage of you like this has heat pooling between your legs until you’re certain that you’ve soaked through your pyjama’s.

He thrusts slowly, rutting against the valley of your ass, the moans in his throat coming out in short, low bursts. It tickles your ear, raises goosebumps along your biceps, and you almost join in. Almost. With a rustle that’s careful not to jostle you, Kenma tugs the waistband of his boxers down until you can feel his cock leaning against you, unfolding itself until the tip pokes at the save made by your thighs while lying on your side. His breath hitches, and you know he feels how wet you are, how easily his dick slips in between your thighs and rubs against some of your labia and the fabric of the shorts.

You part your legs, one knee falling past the other, only slightly, making it out as if you’re shifting in your sleep. He’s quick then, his cock landing against your opening with careful taps as he guides it past your tight hole. Maybe it’s how good you feel, wrapped around him, sucking him in deeper, but Kenma loses his self-control. His chest presses against your back, his chin tucking itself against your shoulder, his teeth nipping lightly at your neck as he nuzzles against you, cock slipping deeper into your pulsing walls.

“Kozume,” you moan, no longer trying to hide that you’re awake, but your voice still husky from sleep as your shift under his hold. He pauses, and you can feel how his heart drums, hittings your back with a force from adrenaline. “Don’t stop.”

Your green light is all it takes for him to sheathe himself in fully, hissing in your ear at the way you stretch around him.

“You feel so good, baby,” he whispers, trying not to break the early morning silence.

“So do you,” you counter, grinding back with each shallow thrust of his hips.

It doesn’t take long to come undone, especially when a skilled hand drifts to your clit, the friction amplified with your slick. Kenma whispers how tight you are, how beautiful, how much of a good girl you are for him, his words coaxing you from your body and into his palms as he flicks quick circles to your sensitive bud. The arm he’s laying on stretches up, grabbing your hair to tug your head back and against him. The slap of your hips beneath the sheets, the squelch of your slick cunt, it’s battle music that builds you both to a crescendo, until it bursts and you spin dizzily into him and he spills into you.

When you’re both coming down, and his softening cock slips from your welcoming taint, his forehead leans against your shoulder blade. You turn in his hold, hooking a leg over his hips to press quick kisses to his chest.

“Mmm, good morning to you too,” you mumble into him, stroking the black and bleached blonde hair from his face to peer up at his tired yet blissful face. He smiles down at you, embarrassed.

“Good morning,” he mutters, pressing a kiss to your hair, tucking you under his chin as he holds you close. You know he’s about to fall asleep, but you’re wide awake. Oh well, there are worse ways to wake up before 6:00am.