#.𓆩 — REKHA™.♡𓆪

[shoyoist]

content: gn!reader. body/cock worship. petname 'bunny'. oral (m receiving). cum swallowing. praise. unprotected sex. possessive talk.

— . ｡˚ ♡ you give reo a glimpse into how heaven feels.

let me raise you this — mikage reo who loves when you worship him & his cock.

he sits and stares, legs spread eagerly and muscles tense with anticipation as your pretty fingers wrap around his cock, thick and heavy with your sweet kisses and touch.

there's a wild-eyed, euphoric sort of look on his face as he watches you stroke his cock and slip his head into your mouth, and he tips his head back and groans in pleasure when you lick that sensitive head of his, give it a little suck. "fuck— tastes good, doesn't it, bunny?"

"mhm," you mumble, both because you know how much he likes hearing it and because it's true. "g'na give that nasty lil mouth a good load. fffuck—keep going."

gets you to babble so much praise while you're sucking him off, he wants to feel you gag on him, wants to hear you tell him just how fucking good he is and how much you love making him feel good like this.

he slides a hand around the back of your neck, fingers so nice and warm as they tangle into your hair, second only to the heat pooling at your core when you hear his moans, his husky whispers of praise. "yeah, yeah — love sucking this dick, don't ya? bunny's so nice t'me."

and when he cums into your mouth, he likes spilling his seed down your throat, milky and hot—before he pulls you off his cock and drags you in for a kiss.

he loves tasting himself on your tongue <3 "told ya, baby. tastes even better than you thought, mm?"

and when you climb into his lap, sit on his cock and ride it for him while he lays back and watches you? with your wet, hot walls clenching around him, reo feels like a god.

you're so beautiful, for one — skin glowing with sweat, peppered here and there with little bites from when you were making out earlier, eyes lidded and cheeks hot as you get off on him.

and when you keep moaning so prettily, telling him "ngh, reo—feels so good, you're so big, so good," with that pretty fucking voice of yours, he can't help but grab your hips and settle you on his lap so he can fuck up into you hard 'n fast— make you feel even better.

reo wants you messed up, blissed out and fucked dumb. all at his hands.

he needs it, needs you to cum over and over on his cock and needs you to tell him how he's so good, how you'll never find someone else like him, how you love him so much, how you'll never leave.

you're both a lover and a possession, to him — in the way that you're what he wants which he owns, and in the way that he'll never let anyone else have you.

because he loves you and your body so fucking much — more than you do his, he thinks. he loves you, needs you, and ravishes you day in and day out.

reo marks your skin, fills you up with his cum, kisses you searing and deep — and he makes you say again and again, that you're his and that you love and need him so, so much.

he fucks you better than anyone ever has and anyone ever could, and he wants you to say it to him.

and he loves it when you do the same. he loves to know. to be assured.

"yeah that's right," he chuckles. you reach over while you're busy getting bounced on his cock to brush the bangs out of his face — and the caring gesture makes his heart flutter.

he pulls you in for a kiss then, a passionate one — and he feels you tighten around him, hips trembling as he holds them, and he wants to make you cum harder than you've ever cum in your life.

"tell me who you are, baby." he asks once more. "and tell me how you feel, mm?"

"i'm — i'm yours," you choke out as you've been taught, desperate to reach your high. "and fuck—reo, reo it feels good, gonna cum, please, please. need you to make me cum, your cock's so good, nngh—!"

and reo laughs, hand slipping between your bodies to touch you and help you cum, satisfied with your lovely answer. "that's right, bunny. you're mine. all mine."

[shoyoist]

— 𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐎𝐑(𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒𝐒) : kurokawa izana.

content: gn!reader. dom reader, sub izana. handjob, edging, praising, riding dick, overstim, multiple orgasms (m), dacryphilia. note: happy birthday izana, my pretty princess!

— . ｡˚ ♡ izana wants to own things. he also wants you to own him.

izana is used to being showered in praise. his subordinates and friends do it often — and kakucho, his most loyal partner and confidant, never misses a chance to give him all the compliments he deserves (and more that he doesn't. kakucho flatters him too much).

so he should be used to it, really. shouldn't be fazed by sweet words or high admiration. shouldn't feel shy.

but he doesn't know how else to feel, when you lean in close, your warmth spilling from your skin into his when you press yourself to his side — and whisper, "mm, 'zana. so pretty like this."

his breath hitches when your fingers tighten around the shaft of his cock, lithe and lazy in how you pump the length, cooing more hushed praise into his ear while you lean even closer, and press your lips to the side of his neck.

he feels hot, feverish, almost — shivering when the fingers of your other hand crawl up the nape of his neck, nails scratching against his undercut as you carress his silvery hair. "h—hngh, please."

"mhm?" you purr, so saccharine in his ear as you snap your wrist once more — fist going to his cockhead, thumb collecting the pearls of cum that have gathered at his tip, before going back down. "what was that, princess?"

and in any other situation, izana would strike someone down if they dared to call him a 'princess'. if they saw him anything less than yokohama tenjiku's fearsome leader, the emperor of the nation's underground world, he would kill them. without hesitation.

but right now? right now, with your lips icy on his throat and your gentle touch at the back of his neck, with your hand around his cock, he is a princess. he's your princess. a princess, laid across his bedchambers, at the mercy of his sweet, sweet lover. "please."

"tell me, my love." you urge, arm wrapping around his shoulders as you pull him close and lock lips with him in a kiss. it's not a very deep kiss, but with how close he is to his orgasm, the force of it still puts stars in his hazy, violet eyes. "i'll give it to you, if you tell me."

you know what he wants. you're teasing him, edging him — dangling him on the cusp, and his body quivers, drawn taut with the need to find release.

"wanna—" the word catches in his throat, and he has to swallow. "wanna cum. can't fuckin' take it."

"tsk, baby." you nudge his head back towards yours when he pulls away, continuing the kiss. "say it nicely."

"wanna cum," he repeats into your mouth. "please? i—i cant. cant take it tonight, please. need to cum."

"good boy." you smile, and he lets out a keen when you increase the pace of your fist up and down his stiff cock, giving him one more kiss on the cheek before letting his head fall back against the pillows and the headboard, moving your free hand down to trace a finger lightly against his balls. "my good lil princess. you want to cum?"

izana's hips jerk, the ticklish sensation so good but just not enough to send him over the edge. he gasps, breathless as you spit on his cock and fuck it harder, cheeks burning with the effect of your words and how fucking blissful you're making him feel. "fuck, yes!"

you laugh, and it makes his face feel hotter still, but god it feels good. he's so close, has been so close for so long, and he wants more, more, more—

he cums with a sharp gasp, a choke that makes its way out without his voice, when you give his balls a final squeeze, and the heaviness of them along with the tightness in his stomach becomes too much to take. "a—ah!"

his hand scrabbles with the blanket underneath him, curling the material into his fist as he moans, ropes of thick, messy cum spilling from him.

"there we go," you sigh, watching how it splatters his thighs, his abs and the sheets, as you continue squeezing his balls and pumping his cock, determined to milk him through. "there we go."

"fuck— fuck, fuck," izana hisses, voice high and wispy, grabbing your arm in a weak attempt to get you to slow down.

"doing so well, princess." you say, ignoring the way he tries to allow himself a pause, and though the room is dark, you know his cock's flushed bright, drooling as you continue bobbing your hand back and forth. "so, so well."

he only whimpers in return, eyes fluttering shut as he breathes, chest heaving — his cock throbs against your touch, and you let go for a second, making him think you were done—

but then, your knees dip the mattress around his hips as you climb on top of him, and his eyes open again. "what—"

"shhh," you slide a hand in his hair, tug his face close to yours. taking his cock, now half limp, back in your grip, you level his head with your entrance as you kiss him. "that was so good, princess. came so hard for me. do it again? inside me?"

"but 'm tired." izana mumbles, but his hands latch onto your waist anyway, pulling you down on his cock as you sink onto it. your walls are velvety, wet and warm and tight around him — miles better than your hand, and his cock twitches, weepy and so sensitive to it all.

"you can do it." you tell him, resting your palms at his shoulders and giving him an experimental roll of your hips. he bites his lip, head lolling backwards for a moment before he composes himself.

"fuck, baby i—" he's so cute. so fucking cute, pliant as he lays underneath you, bronze skin glowing with a thin sheen of sweat, the shine of it rippling with each breath he takes.

you want to ruin him.

"shhh," you cut him off again. "quiet. be good for me. i know you want it so bad."

and god, he does want it. he does, he does.

emperor of the underworld, tenjiku's unbending leader, the undefeated, immortally powerful kurokawa izana — a whimpering mess, pressed to the sheets, near tears as you fuck him through.

he loves it. being vulnerable, being taken over, being a pretty little princess — he loves it, with you. loves being owned by you.

"princess," you moan, bouncing yourself on his cock as he falls back into the pillows, pale waves of hair fanning out underneath as he arches his back and cries out, tears welling in his eyes with the excess of pleasure that courses through him with each move of your body around his cock. "so beautiful, princess. my princess."

"cant," izana sobs, even though you know and he knows, that he can and wants to take more. "cant do any more — haah — no more."

"feels good?" you ask anyway, because it never hurts to make sure.

"so good!" he whines, clutching your hips and digging his nails into the plush skin, begging you to go harder, to tighten your legs around his waist, move faster and faster.

you give him a fond smirk, eyes sparking with lust and adoration for your pretty boy, watching him go breathless, watching the tears run down his cheeks as he cums again, too soon after his first orgasm.

hot cum fills you up, and the feeling drives you closer and closer to your own high, the fucked out expression on izana's face and the trembling of his thighs under you only fueling your drive.

"mm, please—no more! no more, can't take anymore!" he sobs, and this time, you know he's been pushed near his limit. but then he cries again, tears glimmering at the corners of his eyes, "so good!"

so you roll your hips again, his cock hitting your sweetest spots, as you sink deeper onto him, digging his sensitive head into your favourite places, coaxing out an orgasm of your own.

"shit, 'zana," you stutter, hands tightening around his shoulders as you struggle to maintain yourself — fuck, it feels so good, so hot and so wet, you could collapse.

the white hot, searing wave of euphoria racks through you at the same time that it hits izana as well, and he whines out an overstimulated 'mm, i love you' before he's gasping for air again, the pulsing clench of your heat around his cock too much to handle.

the cold burn of his overstimulation aches, stings. and izana likes it. likes it so much.

"i love you too, princess." you exhale, hot and heavy, bending down to steal an open-mouthed, sloppy kiss from him. he moans into your mouth, finally finding it in him to buck his hips up to meet your thrusts — and jerks his head up for more when you begin to pull back.

pretty little pain-slut, you think with a smile, as you kiss him again. you'll call him that another time, though. for tonight, he's your princess. "gonna take more for me?"

and izana nods, looking up pleadingly with his violet eyes wide and innocent, begging for more. he'll always take more for you.

anything for you — who brings his emperor's front down and turns him into a blissed out, teary little princess, and loves him that way.

"good boy."