#MEN IN LOVE I'M SO TENDER (WET) LMAO

[onlyseokmins]

elv my LOVE i hope you're having a great day💖 do u ever think about dino gathering ur hair up in his hands while you're giving him head just so that he can see you better. like. just how gently he'd wrap it around his fist, not so that he can pound your throat (yet, anyway) but just so that he can look down at you with his sparkly eyes and see all of u. and like. just how fun it would be to give him the sloppiest of toppies all the while he is just gazing at u in love. i don't know i JUST think about it sometimes!!!! a little bit. (a lot a bit) - 🍿 xx

🍿 anon MY love!!! I hope your Monday was kind to you!! How did you know I was thirsting after THE lee chan after seeing his amazing hair and his tiddies through his shirt during idubily????? Haiwondndndneke and you're SO spot on Omigod.... He would look at you with soooo much love I can just see the goddamn sparkles in his eyes 😭 😭 😭 y'all KNOW I'd worship tf out of his cock with sm adoration and I knowwww he'd love it grrrr roar let me at it rn! You're so real for thinking abt that... Just a tiny bit ofc nbd.... 😏

[ponderingmoonlight]

Sharing a bed with kny men

Pairings: Yoriichi x fem!reader; Sanemi x fem!reader

Word Count: 5,7k (lmao)

Warnings: injury in Yoriichi's part, smut in Sanemi's part so read if you're 18+, this is a long ass fic y'all, not proofread

This is actually my first time posting Sanemi smut and I'm super scared. Let me know what you think 🥹🤍

Also, do you want me to do other characters too?🫶

Yoriichi

I heard you @laurencrsnt 🫶

All your life, you never even thought about the possibility that maybe, you’ll encounter a demon someday. Why you, out of all people? Why especially you?

Even now with its cold eyes glaring down at you and your shoulder ripped open by its claws, you fail to find an answer for that. Is it your fate to die right here, when you only went out at night in order to buy medicine for your little sister who has fever? Is dying the cruelest death really your destiny when you wish for nothing more than growing old and watching your own children live their lives?

It’s unfair.

You shouldn’t lay here, crumpled onto the still wet street. You shouldn’t feel the sensation of your eyes watering, your hands trembling, your heart racing.

This shouldn’t be your last day walking on this earth. You didn’t even have the chance to find the man of your dreams yet…

It’s ridiculous and you know it, that spark of determination that rushes through your bones. All of the sudden you spring back onto your feet and start running. Out of the city, away from the lit streets straight into the dark woods.

Even if you have to die here, you won’t give up this easily. You won’t allow this demon to end your life without putting up a fight.

“Why do you girls always think you can run away, huh? It’s too easy to sweep you off your feet”, the demon behind you comments dryly.

With a swift motion of his hand, it digs open your tender flesh all over again, sends your violent scream echoing through the lonely forest. You fall to the ground like a bag of rice, your torn leg now refusing its service completely.

“Let me go!”, you shriek in horror.

No, you don’t want to die here, you just want to go back to bed and forget about this.

But the forest ground isn’t your bed and the demon in front of you who’s ready to slice through your throat isn’t only a nightmare.

Your heart sinks to the floor, body suddenly feeling numb and lifeless. You will die here.

“I’ll keep you in good memory. Well, at least for tonight”, the demon jeers at you.

You close your eyes, desperately try to imagine your little sister. She’ll find herself a loving husband and her very own family without any doubt. Even without you around, her life will turn out alright. Even without you around, life goes on. You don’t have to feel sad or guilty, you just have to let go…

“Get away from that woman.”

A low male voice, so charismatic that you think you might dream. He sure must be handsome. Men with voices like that always have a matching face.

A slicing blade, a dull thud. But no claws that dig into your flesh one last time, no bow of relief that you’ve been awaiting for quite some time by now. Your eyelids start shivering. When is this finally over?

“Are you alright? Please allow me to help you up.”

The second something touches your skin, your eyes snap open in an instant. But they aren’t greeted by those venomous red orbs from earlier. No, these ones are soft but strong and have that calming fuchsia color. This isn’t a demon.

This is a man.

“Don’t be afraid. The demon is gone”, he continues speaking with his low voice.

You have no control over your own body and shivering limbs. It’s impossible for you to say a single word. Are you really out of danger? Is it really over?

When he pulls you off the ground, a violent scream escapes your lips. No, you don’t want to die, you don’t want your life to end tonight. Not like this, not without saying goodbye.

“Please calm down, everything is alright now”, the stranger tries to reassure you, but his words don’t even reach your ringing ears.

You gasp for air like a fish on land, forehead now covered in ice cold sweat. This can’t be your end.

If Yoriichi doesn’t act now, you might faint due to your stress. But what is he supposed to do? You don’t seem to listen to his words and touching you might only make it worse. Maybe you need, assurance?

“I won’t hurt you, see? My hands have no intention of doing you any harm.”

Gently, he glides his fingertips up and down your uninjured harm. Despite the look of horror on your face and your gaping wounds, you do have a lovely face and truly remarkable eyes.

“I came here to help you���, he continues until his fingertips finally brush over your tear-soaked face.

What is this feeling of warmth deep inside his chest? You aren’t the first woman he saved from the claws of a demon.

“I would like to accompany you on your way back home-“

“No”, you suddenly blurt out.

Even though lying in bed on your own was all you were able to think about just a few moments ago, the thought feels like a threat now. What if another demon follows you back home? What if your little sister gets attacked because of your foolishness? No, you simply can’t go back now. But on the other hand…Just the thought of sleeping alone here in the woods runs shivers down your spine.

“I…I’ll find a place to stay. Otherwise…they might harm my sister…”, you mutter.

“Allow me to escort you to my estate, then.”

You yank your head to the side in sheer disbelief, eyes searching for a spark of humor in his calming orbs. Is he really serious about that? After all, you’re a stranger. He doesn’t even know your name. Now that you think of it…who is this?

“How can I know for sure that you aren’t a demon yourself?”

“Take my hand”, he instructs you gently.

Is this really a good idea? You take a deep breath in, try to calm down your pounding heart. What do you have to lose?

When your shaky fingers wrap themselves around his much larger hand, you get ingulfed by warmth. His palms feel rough but also comforting against your bruised skin.

“Demons are cold since they are dead”, he explains briefly.

“But I am not. I am a demon slayer. It is my only destiny to safe innocent souls from their death.”

Oh. Your gaze drifts towards a katana that hangs dangles from his belt. No, demon don’t find with those weapons. So, are those words really true?

“You…You want to help me?”

“I’d love to help you if you allow me to.”

What has gotten into him? Did he really offer you to hold his hand, let alone to sleep at his house so you don’t have to fear the night on your own? Never in his life, Yoriichi allowed himself to develop feelings apart from empathy for those around him.

But those eyes. Those eyes of yours really captivate him, devour him fully. How is he supposed to leave you out here, soaked in your own blood with bruises all over your body?

“You…really would?”

Is this really okay? When you were a child, your mother told you over and over that you aren’t allowed to talk to strangers, let alone man.

But…does that also include the handsome, charismatic and armored ones?

“I keep my word. Also, your wounds need care as well. Please, allow me to help you.”

What do you have to lose.

“If that’s the case, I’d love to take your offer”, you reply shyly.

“I’m glad to hear that. I will show you the way-“

A loud groan escapes your lips before you’re able to stop it. His charismatic eyes almost made you forget about the gaping wound the monster from before inflicted on you.

Almost.

“You shouldn’t move your leg with a wound like that. I will carry you to my estate.”

“You will…carry me?”, you mutter with widened eyes.

But just when you try to take a step forward, his words become painfully clear. No, there really is no way you’ll be able to walk anywhere with that leg. But allowing him to carry you?

“I might be a little heavy.”

“Let me assure you, you aren’t heavy at all.”

“Fine…”, you grumble.

“But only a few meters.”

Gently, he stranger wraps his arms around your shoulder and knees before he starts walking.

He smells good. Like a field of flowers on a sunny day. And the way his heart beats against your cheek reminds you that you’re still alive, that you survived somehow.

This man saved you.

“I didn’t even thank you.”

“There’s no need to thank me. This is the least I can do for you after I almost came too late.”

He stares blankly at the blood that still drips from your leg. Just a few seconds later and that demon would have killed you with him simply watching. Why? Why is he not able to save them all, why is he still not good enough to stop this madness?

“Don’t tense up, don’t think anything less of yourself because I was injured. I was a fool for leaving the house this late at night on my own.”

Despite the fact that cold sweat still runs down your forehead and even though your fingertips still shake in shock, you cup his cheek and force his troubled eyes to look at you.

“I am beyond thankful for my rescue. The worst thing about dying today would have been leaving my little sister behind. But you saved me. And not only that, you even offered me a safe place to stay for the night. I really don’t know if…If I’d be able to sleep on my own tonight…”

The stranger doesn’t say a word, his eyes roaming around your face without a real aim.

“Oh, I didn’t even ask. What’s your name?”

“My name is not important-“

“I’m (y/n)”, you introduce yourself friendly.

“My…my name is Yoriichi”, the man carrying you mumbles.

Yoriichi. An unusual name that you’ve never heard before.

“That name suits you well.”

“We’ll arrive soon. I hope you don’t expect a big mansion since I am living in a rather small cottage-“

“I’m living in a tiny barrack in the city. A house in the woods sounds like a dream”, you mutter.

The second you open your eyes again, you find yourself in a wooden cabin with a plain futon lying on the floor and an improvised kitchen in the back of the house. Nothing special, very fitting for the man who gently lowers you onto the futon.

“I will take care of your wounds now”, he announces before taking off his haori and katana.

Without his threatful weapon dangling from his belt, he looks like a normal man.

If it wasn’t for those captivating eyes. He has to be the most breathtaking man you’ve ever seen.

“Fortunately, the cut on your leg isn’t deep. I’ll disinfect the wound and bandage it”, he explains briefly before his skilled hands spring into action.

“You really are good at everything”, you comment.

He’s so gentle that even the alcohol that disinfects your wound doesn’t seem to burn. Why have you never stumbled across him? You were so sure that you know each and every man around that it almost drove you insane. But him? He’s different from all the others. He’s truly special.

“You will have to take your kimono off. I need access to the wound on your shoulder.”

Oh.

“Y-yeah, sure…”

Hesitantly, you pull the blood-soaked fabric down your shoulder so that only your chest is still covered. Yoriichi’s eyes seem to gleam in the moonlight like liquid metal.

“You look lovely”, he flusters into the night.

He doesn’t know what has gotten into him. Is it the alcohol rising up his nose, the smell of blood that radiates from your bruised body that makes him say those strange things?

No. It has to be because of those eyes of yours. Those eyes that captivated him from the moment he first saw them.

"Thank you," you stammer, your cheeks flushing as you nervously tuck a strand of hair behind your ear.

"You too," you add quickly, immediately regretting your awkward response.

Both you and Yoriichi swallow hard, the atmosphere in the room suddenly changing.

“I am finished. You should rest for tonight. After all, this was a draining fight for you”, he mutters while getting up.

You let out the breath you didn’t know you were holding, heart still hammering so roughly against your ribcage that you’re almost sure he’s able to hear it. What was this tension?

“But…this is your futon-“

“You are my guest. Of course, I will sleep on the floor on the other side of the room.”

Oh. A wave of disappointment rushes over you before you’re able to stop it. What were you expecting, secretly hoping? That this man will share a bed with you?

Honestly, yes.

“You…you really don’t have to…”

Oh, how much Yoriichi wished he wouldn’t have to.

“I insist on taking the floor.”

“I actually want you to sleep by my side. Please.”

The begging tone in your voice stops him mid-track.

“This night was…horrible. A little company would definitely help, if you don’t mind.”

“I don’t mind at all”, he replies a little too hasty.

“I just don’t want to invade your personal space. After all, I’m a stranger.”

“A really kind stranger”, you add shyly.

Are you acting out of line? You shouldn’t push him to sleep next to you when his offer to let you sleep here is already generous enough, right?

“Forget my question, I was acting out of line-“

“No, not at all. I would love sleeping besides you.”

He crosses the room in an instant and kneels down next to you.

“But let me know whenever I become too much.”

What a ridiculous thought. Why would he ever become too much? Him, your savior, that remarkable man.

You scoot over until your back is pressed against the cool wall, eyes still fixated on his gleaming eyes. Will you really be able to sleep tonight when this is the first time ever a man lies beside you?

And what a handsome one on top.

“You should try to sleep now. Nothing will happen to you as long as I am here”, he reassures you.

That is the least he can do after failing to protect you in the first place.

“Again, thank you for all of this. I definitely own you a favor”, you mumble.

Suddenly your lids start to get heavy, your mind slows down bit by bit. Maybe this rough night really took its toll on you. Is It the safety he radiates, his calming smell? In the matter of seconds, only your low and even breath is heard.

Finally, Yoriichi is able to allow himself a closer look at you. You look so peaceful and innocent with a face so remarkably beautiful that he can’t stop staring. You have to be the prettiest woman he’s ever seen. A man like him really doesn’t deserve lying next to a woman like you. Maybe he should give you space, leave you now that you fell asleep-

With a quiet groan, you draw closer to him in your sleep until your head rests on top of his chest and with your arms wrapped around his upper body.

He doesn’t dare to move an inch, eyes widen in utter surprise. Is this…cuddling? His mind races back and forth, eyes resting on your calm features. What is he supposed to do now?

Hesitantly, he allows his hand to rest on your back. What an unknown sensation, all those feelings that rise up his chest right where your hand rests.

For the first time since forever, he is the one who feels safe.   

He is the one who feels loved.

He is the one who feels warm.

And you? You cuddle yourself against him until the sun rises all over again.

Sanemi Shinazugawa

This one's for you @muichirolover14 🤍

“This is bullshit”, the man walking next to you mumbles under his breath.

“Keep focused. It was Kagaya-sama’s personal wish that the two of us go on this mission together”, you mumble with a fake smile decorating your bright red lips.

And that’s the only reason why you agreed in the first place. Why else would you pretend to be Sanemi Shinazugawa’s personal concubine if it wasn’t for Kagaya-sama and this undercover mission?

The plan is pretty simple. Countless people, including other demon slayers, lost their lives in this little innocent village that becomes a red-light district at night. Nobody knows why or who is responsible for this.

One of the upper moons, maybe.

It just made sense to dress you up as a concubine. After all, you are the light hashira, a mighty swordswoman and probably the most talented out of Mitsuri and Shinobu when it comes to acting.

And then there’s him. You glance at Sanemi’s annoyed face from the side. Why on earth did Kagaya-sama choose him? What about Rengoku, Giyu, Obanai, Tengen, Gyomei? Aren’t they a way better fit?

You sign to yourself.

Truth is, they aren’t. While Rengoku, Obanai, Tengen and Gyomei would stand out immediately, Giyu would never be able to sell you as his concubine. No, no one except the wind hashira is able to make this look natural.

No one but him looks this good in a dark green kimono.

What?

“Stop staring at me like that, brat”, he hisses through gritted teeth.

“I was just hoping you might disappear if I stare long enough, idiot”, you bite back in frustration.

Why does he always have to be so mean, though? You really tried to get along with him countless times, put on the most precious smile whenever you talked to him and made sure to always bring him ohagi whenever you had the chance to. But Sanemi Shinazugawa never stopped hating you. And eventually, a part of you started to dislike him as well. That one part though…

You allow your eyes a minor glimpse at his barely exposed chest. That tiny part deep within your head is somehow still drawn to him. And you hate it.

“Aren’t concubines supposed to shut up?”

“Watch your mouth or I’ll leave immediately.”

“Both of us know you wouldn’t do that.”

You let out your shaky breath, your hand crushing his while you wear the same friendly smile as before.

“Don’t mess with me, Shinazugawa”, you speak out with low voice.

His face tenses up ever so slightly, hand fighting for freedom out of your merciless grasp.

“You’ll regret talking to me like that when we’re alone, brat.”

-at the estate-

“I’d like to show you to my newest possession. Please introduce yourself”, Sanemi speaks out.

Like Amane-sama showed you, you bow in front of the man that looks you up and down with his filthy eyes.

“My name is Kiyomi”, you introduce yourself oh so sweetly.

“That name really suits you. What a beauty you are. I’m sure I’d find a lot of paying customers for you here”, the disgusting man purrs and stretches out his hand in order to touch your face.

“Don’t touch the goods”, Sanemi barks at him immediately before slapping his dirty hand away.

Who does this guy think he is, trying to touch you so casually? No. That jerk isn’t allowed to caress your face. The plain thought of men like him getting to put their hands on you…

Sanemi’s guts turn.

“Aren’t you here to sell her and yourself for the night? If that’s the case, she won’t be your good anymore for the next few hours but mine.”

He smiles at you through rotten teeth, his breath almost forcing you to choke. You are only here to detect the demon who is responsible for the countless deaths in this area. You don’t have to touch any of these men. None of them will touch you.

What about Sanemi, though? An uneasy feeling rises up your chest when your eye catches a group of women who stare him up and down with lust in their eyes. Will he allow himself a taste before continuing with this mission? Will he find a woman he is attracted to? All of them look flawless, too good to even consider the service of a paid men. But if that man looks like Sanemi…

“You will find your room to the right. This is where the female customers choose their good. After paying, you belong to them”, the man explains briefly while showing both of you around.

“Why would these women pay for the services of a man? This is a noble region that is well-inhabited by countless men”, you blurt out.

“It’s not about them being men. It’s about looks. Only the fine-looking men even get the chance to work here for the night��, he explains briefly.

Fine-looking man, huh? Well, there is no doubt in the fact that Sanemi suits that description way too good. With his firm muscles highlighted by scars from countless battles, he looks like a walking god. Let alone his perfect face, his eyes that now look soft and seducing without being irritated constantly. His white hair that frames his features perfectly.

“As for the women, we look for a broad variety of bodies, looks and personalities. You are very easy on the eye and mysterious. I’m sure countless customers will fall for that.”

“And what…what services do they expect?”

The man in front of you bursts out in hysteric laughter, you can feel Sanemi’s eyes piercing through your skull.

“What they expect? Intercourse and everything that revolves around it, of course! Do you think they pay you for some cuddles and nice words?”

You swallow hard. There is no need to do that, right? You’ll somehow shrug them off and investigate this place at night. Maybe you’ll find the demon right away and-

“Now, you are a fine-looking man. Who is this?”, a woman suddenly purrs out of the shadows.

“A new worker for the night”, the disgusting man explains with a dirty smile.

“Well, if that’s the case, I’ll definitely make a reservation.”

“It would be an honor, my lady”, suddenly replies in the same cheeky tone

Your guts turn in an instant, eyes narrowing slightly as you watch how a smile forms itself on Sanemi’s usual resting lips.

“What a gentleman he is. I cannot wait to meet you.”

“The honor is on my side, my lady.”

And then he steps in front of her. Elegantly, he grabs the hand she already holds out and kisses her knuckles. Your heartrate quickens, the warm flush that starts creeping up your face barely covered by your makeup.

Fucking asshole. So he’s acting like a jerk towards you all this time while treating other women like this? You hate the knot that forms itself in your throat, the disgusting feeling of disappointment that rushes over you.

Does he really hate you this much?

“Well, I think I should introduce myself to the customers as well. Have a pleasant night, Sir”, your monotone voice speaks out on its own.

With one last bow towards him, you follow the man into the women’s corridor without even gifting him a single look. Sanemi can’t help but furrow his eyebrows at your sudden reaction. Did you really want to get rid of him so badly? Maybe you’ll actually meet up with some of those guys and…

“Are you interested-“

“I will meet up with you later this evening, my lady. Please excuse me.”

Without another look or word, he storms into his assigned room and closes the door behind him.

Sanemi’s mind starts going insane. What if you actually like one of those guys? Or what if one of them hurts you, tries to force you into something you don’t want? He heard the worst stuff about places like this.

Fuck, he shouldn’t have let you go in the first place. Why you? This mission is way too dangerous for someone like you, for someone this gorgeous-

“I’m losing my fucking mind”, he mutters through gritted teeth.

“I can’t do this”, you breathe out in sheer panic while lying in bed.

No, just the thought of Sanemi having the fun of his life with that girl from earlier feels like ripping your beating heart out of your chest. Will he really share a bed with them?

If it’s for the mission, he definitely would. Nothing is greater than his urge to kill demons, especially when it comes to an upper ranked one. That little sacrifice wouldn’t stop him.

And it breaks your dumb heart.

A hard knock on the door rips you out of your running thoughts. Is this your first customer? All color drains from your face, eyes widen in horror with every bow against the wooden door.

“Just a moment”, your shaky voice shouts.

You…Do you have to look presentable? You have to think about the things you can tell him. Maybe you don’t even have to sleep with him, maybe this will distract you from the things Sanemi is probably doing right now.

You open the door.

And stare straight into the furious eyes of Sanemi Shinazugawa.

Before you’re even able to react, he pushes himself into your room and closes the door behind him before yanking you against the wall.

“What did you do?”, he hisses through gritted teeth.

Your heart starts hammering roughly against your ribcage. Him? Here?

“What the hell are you doing he-“

“Answer my question right now!”, he barks into your face.

“I didn’t do anything!”, you shriek.

“What the hell has gotten into you!?”

“Has somebody touched you?”

His rough hands start running up and down your neck, yank the sleeves of your kimono upwards in a haste.

“What?”, you breathe out.

What the hell is going on? Just when you managed to pull your arm away from him, he grabs your wrist again with his face only inches away from yours.

“Did somebody touch you?”, he screams into your face.

“No!”, you cry back.

“But why would you even care? It looked like you had plenty of fun!”

He shakes his head while looking at you in utter surprise and confusion.

“What non-sense are you talking now-“

“Did you sleep with that woman from earlier when I was gone?”

God, you hate the way your voice cracks in the middle of the sentence, you hate the way your eyes fill with hot tears. He came here to confront you with all those accusations while he was out there having the time of his life, while all you were able to think about is him?

“No, I didn’t sleep with anyone!”

“Stop lying to me!”

“You’re the only one I want!”, he suddenly blurts out breathlessly.

“What?”, you utter in hushed panic.

This has to be a cruel joke, an unforgiving way to stop you from doing anything. Sanemi Shinazugawa, wanting you?

“Since I first saw you with your fucking perfect face and so melodic voice, I can’t think about anything else! You, sleeping with some random guy while I’m just a few doors away. I can’t take it!”

He grabs your head with both hands, eyes staring at you so intensely that you feel like collapsing any minute. If that’s really true, if that’s really how he feels…

“But…I want you too”, you squirm.

“I always wanted you, Sanemi.”

His lips crash against yours with so much power that you almost fall over. Suddenly his hands are all over your body, tongue unforgiving as he discovers your mouth with a passion you’ve never felt before. You allow your very own hands to finally discover the deep valleys of his muscular back, to let your hasty fingertips wander over his tight chest.

It becomes unbearable. Everything starts to become unbearable. That minor gap between your bodies, the clothes that still deny you full access to his naked skin, the feeling of not having enough.

“I need more”, you whimper against his lips, not even knowing what exactly you’re asking about.

Sanemi lifts you up with ease, not even breaking the kiss when he pushes you onto the bed with his massive body lingering on top of you.

You feel like suffocating in the most exquisite way.

“I’ll give you whatever you want”, he breathes against your lips that now find your neck.

A whimper escapes your mouth before you can stop his, body rearing up underneath him.

“S-Sanemi!”

“Fuck”, he hisses before his dark eyes meet you again in distress.

“Tell me you want this.”

“I…what?”

You can’t produce a single logical sound, head still spinning from the unknown sensation that starts building up inside your stomach. Is this what desire feels like?

“Tell me you want this too. Tell me you want me.”

“I wanted you all this time”, you reply without thinking twice.

With a swift motion, you find yourself engulfed by his arms with his lips caressing yours all over again. Like in trance, you begin opening his kimono, expose his bare skin to your merciless eyes.

“You look so shamelessly good”, you whimper.

Oh, how often you pondered about how his chest feels like, if his scars are soft or as rough as his walls.

“Can I…?”

His hands grab the ends of your kimono, eyes staring down at you flustered. Is that blush creeping up his cheeks?

“It’s just…You know…I’ve never done this before…”, you stammer.

“Do I look like I did, idiot?”, he mutters while gently taking off your kimono until you lay underneath him.

Completely naked.

“I mean, yes…”

“No, I didn’t”, he barks.

“I guess I waited for someone special…”

“I did as well”, you reply in an instant.

Is this real or are you dreaming? Sanemi Shinazugawa laying on top of you fully nude. Sanemi Shinazugawa stating that he likes you. Sanemi Shinazugawa’s hand that start moving downwards…

Until he reaches between your legs and simply takes your breath away.

“Are you okay?”, he mutters, eyes filled with worry.

You nod absently, eyes rolling back into your skull. God, this feels like heaven. When a groan escapes his lips, you completely lose yourself. Out of instinct, you grab his neck and yank him even closer towards you, your hot breath clashing against his face.

“Sanemi!”

His name sounds like a prayer coming from your mouth, forces his fingers to move even faster. Is this good? Is he doing everything alright? Your whimpers grow louder and louder, nails digging into his now oversensitive skin with so much pressure that it threatens to burst. You look so gorgeous with your eyes pressed shut, your delicate mouth forming an “o”.

And then you burst right underneath him, scream his name over and over again with your legs shaking. He can’t wait no longer, can’t contain himself another second.

“I need you”, he mutters.

“Please, let me have you.”

“Yes”, you breathe out, mind still spinning when the firework that just exploded in your lower body slowly starts wearing off.

Until you feel him all over again. But this time, not his fingers. Your glossy eyes widen in utter surprise when he carefully stretches you out and disappears inside of you, hands holding onto him for dear life.

“Are you okay?”, he whimpers.

“Please…give me…more…”

He almost loses his mind, the new sensation almost eating him up alive. Countless nights, he dreamed about what it might be like to have you, what it would feel like. But the reality is so much better than any dream.

Sanemi picks up his pace and grabs your waist passionately in order to keep you in place. Over and over, again and again your sticky skin collides with his until he threatens to burst.

“You’re mine”, he presses out through gritted teeth while pounding into you.

“I’m all yours, Sanemi!”, you cry out, nails now leaving marks on his skin.

“I need…ah! I need you! Please!”

He knows exactly what you’re asking for. One last time, he picks up the pace while holding onto you for dear life.

Until finally, you scream his name. Finally, he’s able to let it all go.

“(y/n)!”

He collapses on top of you, his weight leaving you dizzy and unable to move. None of you dares to make a move, the only thing that’s filling the room being your shaky and sharp breaths.

“I love you, (y/n)”, Sanemi finally mutters, his hand caressing your cheek oh so gently.

“I love you too-“

“Mission report, mission report! Kagaya-sama requires a mission re- AH!”

“Get out of here right now!”, Sanemi barks at the crow that casually entered the room.

“WHAT IS GOING ON HERE!?”

“Get out!”, Sanemi screams on top of his lungs before yanking up and hunting the crow butt-naked through the room

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[vermilionpearls]

PAC+18: 11 things your future spouse would want to do to you (sexually)

¿Quién lo diría? Que se podría hacer el amor por telepatía.

๑⁠Done through Shufflemancy and intuition.

PILE 1

They are going to tease you in public through their touch, they will grope your whole body: ass, chest, legs, waist and the back of your neck. They are going to make you wet/hard easily, their fingers are quick and their body will surround you, there's no scape. The most agressive shows of affection will be done at parties or when there are a lot of people. The rest of the people will notice the tension, the gazes and the noises that you both make, you both will look hot. You are going to cum on your underwear, the women will get their panties super wet and for the men is going to be more embarrassing as, well, there will be a visible mark on your pants. (Don't Time - Lana del Rey)

Manhandling: they will put you wherever they want, lmao. They will lift you up easily to place you in a new position. The action is done due to comfort and safety; they want you to be comfortable and they have no problems putting your weight in top of them. I think certain position that require the strength of your FS are better at...depth. If you like men, his dick will reach deeper and it will be more pleasurable like that, also, mmm... It will be easier for them to cum inside you on that positions. If you like women, their fingers or the friction will be better in those positions. (Safe and sound - Capital cities).

Sometimes, your FS is in a sweet and sentimental mood so they just want to hug you while leaving a tenderly kiss over your shoulders. They like to smell your essence when they are close to you. (Ylang Ylang- FKJ).

After having penetrative sex, they are still going down on you (sometimes, not always). They like to squeeze you at max. Also, just for some of you, your fs may like to have sex under the sun, when the warm is hitting their skin. (Waka Waka- Shakira).

They like to eat you down in general. (Down by the river - Milky Chance ).

Your FS won't like to fight with you,they would rather hug you and not waist their time. They must be busy really often, so they won't use the time they have to fight but they will use to make love to you. When they are tired, they are so sweet and tender 😭, sometimes the sex is not even about cumming but about being together. (Movin'out- Billy Joel).

Harnesses and ropes!! Oh Jesus (Harness your hopes - Pavement)

Hickeys (cruising for a bruising)

And orals are interesting to them 🫢 (Lean on-Major Lazer).

Sleepy sex, they like to cum when they have just woken up or when their senses are confused. (Dark Beach- Pastel Ghost).

They will share sexting and nudes when they are away, so they want you to do the same. (One step at time - Jordin Sparks).

Tip Me - More +18 Pacs - Non +18 Pacs

PILE 2

They hate when you both are interrupted when having sex, so when the moment to be together arrives. Get used to spend hours with them without interruption: no phones, no more people, not opening the door...just you and them. (who can it be now? -men at work).

A little bit of roleplaying. If you are intuitive or into tarot/astrology...they would want to introduce that in your sexual life somehow. Sex magic maybe? Or playing being an intoxicated man hypnotized by a beautiful witch. (Witches in Bikinis)

Tw: knifes. They may use their strength and be a bit extreme, they may like to use knifes or some source of weapon on you but never hurting you. (AirplaneMode - Bones).

Your Future spouse is truly sensitive and they need a lot of time together with you...MMM, they are a bit annoying, I'm not going to lie. They need a lot of reassurance so they would love it if they were always in your mind and you showed it. (Afterthought - Joji)

They would buy you lingerie and they would love to break it when they are undressing you. They love to see you dressed by things they have bought. (Material girl -Madonna)

Your FS likes to feel comforted through sex. The intimate connection both of you can have through making love will heal and erase any doubts that your fs has.(Ain't no rest for the wicked - Cage the Elephant).

There will be a lot of sex against the wall, your fs likes to press you against it, unable to scape them. Also, there could be a window, your FS would like to play with the idea of pressing you against and letting the ones outside see you. Plus, banging against the wall, a classic, (The Wall- PatrickReza)

"I don't know what it is but I got that feeling (got that feeling)// Waking up in this bed next to you swear the room//Yeah, it got no ceiling // If we lay, let the day just pass us by// I might get to too much talking// I might have to tell you something" (I like me better when I am with you - Lau).

Your FS likes it when you surprises them, they want you to try to take control, they think it's funny. (Sunglasses at night - Corey Hart).

Missionary and cumming inside of you, yummy. (Viva la vida - Coldplay).

Your FS could be into essences, strawberry and perfume. Maybe even lubricant of different flavours. (Strawberry fields - the Beatles).

Tip Me - More +18 Pacs - Non +18 Pacs

PILE 3

Your future spouse will think that you are perfect for them, that you have the right stuff, the one that they need. You are a great lover in their eyes. If you are a woman, you will have the prettiest pussy in their eyes and if you are a man, you will have the perfect size. There's not even one doubt in their mind, you are their only lover. (The right stuff - Vanessa Williams).

For some of you, it's possible that your future spouse was not a committed partner, they could have been unfaithful or just not good. They would like to be good for you, you would be someone they do not dare risk to lose. They learnt their lesson in the past. They would want to keep you happy and safe, to never see sadness in your eyes produced by them. (Careless Whisper - George Michael).

I don't think you are into it, but they would like to have sex when high/drunk/drugged. (Labrinth - Formula).

When you both are already living together and sleeping in the same bed, your fs will be unable to fall sleep knowing that they have their lover and their companion by their side. They will feel a strong urge to unite you and them in one, they just have a need to have you when they realize how much they love you. (Lemon Glow - Beach House).

They cannot go anywhere without kissing you first, they need a goodbye kiss every time(Running away).

When they feel sad, dirty or guilty they go back to you so can clean them and heal them. Be aware that the clean/dirty is a metaphor :), it does not mean that you will wash them but that you will help to find them peace.

They like to watch your facial expressions and eyes, they think it's erotic and interesting. It's telling of your emotions. You may be expressive and they like watching you. (uh oh! Sub urban)

Somehow, they want to do everything to you and... in their eyes any reaction that you have would be perfect. Whatever you give them, they take it and treasure it. In particular, they would want to make you scream and moan of pleasure (Hearing damage).

They like it when you are playful with them, when you can smile and dance shamelessly around them. They like to watch you have fun and be with you in those moments. I sense they would like that you did a striptease for them, in the comfort of your bedroom. (If you lie down with me - Lana del Rey)

They like to hold your hand while having sex and moaning inside your mouth while kissing, your fs thinks is so intimate that is kind of like souls touching. (Fade into you - Mazzy Stars).

Feeding, just like little birds. Your future spouse thinks it's hot when you share your food with him and give him half a cherry with your lips, or you share watermelon, lips to lips. It tastes better when it comes from your lips. (Florida Kilos - Lana del Rey)

Tip Me - More +18 Pacs - Non +18 Pacs

This PAC belongs to @pearl-tarotist and @vermilionpearls.

[duckymcdoorknob]

Hi Ducky!! May I make a large order of ice coffee with extraaa ice! Any toppings of your choice, I'm not picky! The names on that order are Miya and Cherry Blossom! Thank you!

Congratulations on 1000 followers by the way!! Hope your event goes well!!!

What a perfect time to write this request 🥰

Lmao this was supposed to come out like a week ago, but i get sleeby at night

Happiest of belated birthdays to my sweet boy.

Miya is my son and this entire website will be aware of it. I will be known as his mother.

Wow damn fuck I really do be kinning Miya hardcore rn

CW BELOW THE CUT: mentions of parental verbal abuse

♫ -ᥕᥲі𝗍ᥱr, ᥕᥲі𝗍ᥱr, ⍴ᥱrᥴ᥆ᥣᥲ𝗍᥆r- ☕️

It wasn’t like it was such a big request… Don’t get him wrong, he’s thankful for his life, but Miya was certain that his birthday was supposed to be a happy day.

So why wasn’t this day ever a good one?

His fourteenth birthday… Miya couldn’t believe that he had gotten this far, honestly. Even through all of the shit that his mom and dad made him go through… they still loved him… right?

Well, he didn’t have time to find out now. Blocking out the yelled, belittling messages, Miya grabbed his skateboard, and out the door he went. 

The boy hastily blinked away the threatening tears in his eyes. If his mom never saw him cry, she would never ever win.

Was this normal?

Surely this couldn’t be normal. What little boy was yelled at every single year, without fail, on his most special day?

Raindrops began to patter down onto the sidewalk below his feet- well, wheels. The pitch-black darkness of the sky didn’t help his vision either, but the boy picked up speed and went to find the two that he trusted the most.

He took out his phone, somehow managing to push the buttons in the worsening rain, and shooting a text to his groupchat with Joe and Cherry in it.

As he covers more and more ground, he’s filled with dismay when he doesn’t receive a text back. Oh well, at this point he’s just going to show up. The pattering raindrops against his skin are torture. He’s freezing, barely able to see a thing.

The boy reaches Sia La Luce and shakes the rain out of his hair. He opens the door with shaking hands, ignoring the shivers wracking through his body.

Two pairs of eyes are immediately glued onto him. He felt like he was on a talent TV show, only being able to murmur a strained “Help please… I’m really cold.”

Kaoru was at his side almost instantly, kneeling at Miya’s level, and draping Kojiro’s hastily removed jacket around the boy’s shoulders. The pink-haired man’s face was laced with pure concern as he brushed away the locks of wet hair stuck to Miya’s forehead.

Joe retreated to the kitchen, likely to grab something. Meanwhile, Cherry was carefully asking Miya open-ended questions, hoping to keep the boy from distress.

“Are you alright, child?”

The brunette nodded, pulling the jacket closer to him. He knew what was coming next, he just wasn’t sure how to answer.

“Do you think you can tell me what happened?” The man’s voice was uncharacteristically tender and soft. A gentle hand was laid on the boy’s back.

“Nothing major, really.” Miya murmured, looking up to notice Joe emerging from the kitchen. “I’m just glad I’m here…”

“Hey Miya, come here.” The green-haired man had a smile on his face.

The boy’s head barely reached over the top of the counter, so he turned to Joe with outstretched arms. Kojiro picked him up effortlessly, revealing the surprise on the counter.

There was a cake on the counter, a collaboration. Baking done by Kojiro, the loopy writing and frosting cats courtesy of Kaoru.

“Do you like i- Miya?”

Both men turned their attention to the brunette who had tears rolling down his cheeks. Their gazes turned sympathetic once more.

“How did you know today was my birthday?”

“How could we forget?” Kaoru asked with a smile, striding over to his companion’s side and placing a hand on Miya’s back.

The lamenting boy turned to Cherry, leaving Joe’s arms and latching onto him in one fell swoop. The pink-haired man hugged him in return, holding the child close to him and running his hand along his head.

“Thank you…” Miya whimpered, “for being my real parents.”

Kojiro joined in the hug, leaving the restaurant silent, save for the lamentations of the boy who had finally found what love feels like.

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[fishedeyelenz]

NAH DON'T WORRY, IT'S CHILL!!! You were the progenitor for me. I'm glad to know others are into old men too!!! When I first went to post sgmcatv I thought it will be such a niche thing that only I and like a couple of my loyalest readers would like, but I had to post it and put it out in the world!!! Turns out Dilf Billy became one of my most popular creations in my opinion lmao <3333 old man fever. I had similar thoughts about Billy being a father at first actually!!! Whenever someone asked me how he would deal in situations of fatherhood I always said that he would be very emotionally distant and kinda absent in the child's life, only good to share a joke or two, in large part due to a fear of hurting them. But over time, since mutuals and followers asking more about this concept and me encouraging them to do so I started more seriously considering the idea, and eventually developing the second timeline and Bean!!! But thank you for liking this version of the story!!! And Bean!!!! She is a creature too, but a little to the left of how Billy is a creature/j. I also think I put a lot more tenderness into this version of the story then I originally would have written it before I seriously considered the concept. Billy becomes a softie in Rits </3

Aaaah thank you Camille is one of my fav ocs I've ever made <333 Yeah she definitely has sopping wet cat energies, I think she needs it so she can match Billy/hj But she is not afraid to put him in his place when he really needs to be, and Billy honestly admires that about her. And yeas, there are a lot of complicated feelings there. Billy definitely still has sleeper/more overt misogynistic thoughts/tendencies, though their severity depends on the timeline ( in sgmcatv they are more strongly expressed I think). That is not to say he doesn't come to respect Camille in the long run, far from it. Though Camille being the one who has to make him unlearn these things might put a strain on the relationship. Another thing is Billy's fear and distrust of woman, a bit different from his misogyny, directly related to his trauma. Camille is patient with him regarding that though, and tries to help him out. He also feels a need to push her away from him sometimes, to isolate himself or scare her away, as to not hurt her or to make her see that he is not worthy of her love and kindness, only disgust and fear. She stays by his side though, sopping wet cat instincts going brrrrr/j

And yessss she should make friends with your ocs, I would love that, I love my ocs making friends with my followers ocs :D <3333

Pssst hey, tell me about your take on the old man 👀 ya know who I mean

Also!! I would really like to know about Camille and how she came to meet Billy/how she realized she had feelings for him and vice versa😄

Omg... hello. First of all, love the work that you did for the old man community yk yk but you were truly The First. Thank you so much for inspiring me ough <3333 fair warning this is gonna be LOOOOOONG

About my old crusty man.... Well the lore is a bit complicated now cause I kinda developed two stories for him with the same characters more or less, but with different circumstances. Both of these stories are being written and made into fanfiction that you can read on ao3!!

So give me coffee and tv- the og plotline, first written as a yn x DILF!Billy fic, however after I had written the third chapter I realized I was basically writing for an OC at that point, so I developed Camille as a character and slightly revamped the fic, as well finished the fourth chapter with her as the protagonist. (the og second person perspective version of the fic can also be read here ).

In summary, Camille Morrison is a recently divorced middle aged artist who moves to the outskirts of a new town next to a forest, with her only neighbor being the Moaner himself. He has been more or less rehabilitated, but that doesn't mean he stopped with the phone calls. He uses them to "cope". And of course he just had to call Camille to try and drive her away, cause he still can't stand having people too close to him (they live 15 minutes away from each other </3). But Camille confronts him, and a sort of mutual respect begins to form, then a quiet friendship, but because of their combined loneliness it quickly develops into something more for the both of them. In the hiatus I had while revamping and writting the fourth chapter of So give me coffee and tv I also was talking to my mutuals a lot and questions about how DILF! Billy would act if he were an Actual DILF came up a lot. What I mean by that is, what would have happened if he had a child of his own. And so I started exploring the logical conclusions of the premise, and started thinking about what would have happened if Camille and Billy met when they were younger and somehow by chance had a child. And that child became Bean!!! I love her so much she's a little silly <333 (huge thanks for the development of this this story goes out to @lycanthropiclykoi, beloved mutual)

Rats in the shadows - The baby au of So give me coffee and tv basically. au of an au </3. Story told non-chronologically, it follows the life of and relationship of Billy and Camille and their daughter Bean. A more experimental work, in it Billy and Camille met while Camille was living in the sorority (in sgmcatv she didn't live even close to the same town during college, though in both timelines she is a painting major), After some growing pains (he wanted to kill her when they first met </3) the two of them come to terms with each other and eventually fall in love and move in together. However at one point Camille becomes pregnant, and Billy leaves her, as he fears that he will either hurt her or the baby. Pretty angsty but occasionally fluffy, especially when Bean starts to grow up into something more than a baby. Agnes is there. Brahms Heelshire is there. I am currently focusing on this fic, while sgmcatv is on hiatus atm.

As for the characterization of my old man, it is slightly different between timelines, though rits hasn't touched on him as a middle aged man just yet. So I'll focus on the sgmcatv version. Set twenty years after the movie, Billy spent a good few years after the murders in a psych ward, getting slowly rehabilitated until he made his way into a halfway house, then was deemed fit to live on his own. He is still obligated to attend therapy though, and is kept on a nice cocktail of mood stabilizers, anti psychotics and back pain medication. Works as a projectionist at a local cinema in the town he lives in. Spend a lot of time traveling with by bus or waiting for the bus, given that he lives in a very small cabin in the woods and can't drive a car. Blind as a bat, and dresses like a nerd most of the time. Has adopted six cats, which you can learn more about here. Loves them all to bits and definitely doesn't play favorites, no way! Thrift stores are his favorite place on earth, though going there doesn't help his slight hoarder tendencies. Doesn't like people that much still, but puts up with them most of the time. Very lonely, and likes to call people still partially to get let his built frustrations out onto them, partially to hear the voice of another person. Hes just a creepy middle aged man.

His and Camille's relationship definitely changes depending on the timeline. In short, in sgmcatv their relationship definitely began with a rocky start given that he started harassing her quickly after he saw her walking close to his house, however when she told him to quit it and fuck off to his face he started developing a respect for her. It also helped that after that encounter Camille treated him with respect and kindness. Kindness in general, as well as empathy are some of the defining characteristics of Camille's personality, and without that, they wouldn't be able to get along no matter the timeline. And they started hanging out, being neighborly, finding similar interests. Both of them are very lonely at this point of their lives of course, and it isn't hard for them to start developing feelings and getting horny for each other. Camille has realized by this point of the story I think that she has feelings for him, but she is waiting for the friendship to develop more and is trying to see if Lenz would be a good fit for her, especially since the scars of her divorce haven't cooled off yet. She has enough experience now that she knows rushing into things isn't good usually, though a part of her is pretty confident in knowing what she wants, and Billy does fit her type in a way. Only time will tell how the relationship will develop further ( I haven't written anything else yet </3) In rits it is so balls to the walls chaotic. Sgmcatv has a more stable and healthy ground for the relationship to develop from given that Billy has already seeked help and is honestly doing better than ever, while in rits Camille meets him in the middle of the worst period of his life and also unfortunately, he has a crush on her </3 She needs to beat him up and knock him out with a broom when they first meet. At least he doesn't kill any of the girls in the sorority... The early stages of their relationship aren't expanded up on that much just yet, though I can assure you it involves lots of weed to sedate him </3/j but it all gets sorted out relatively okay for the both of them. By spring I think they will be friends, and Billy starts respecting her more. How she develops and realizes these feelings is still a bit spoilery as I haven't touched on it yet in the fic, but they really do fall in love hard. And when he left it hurt the both of them. He just... didn't trust himself enough to be a father. He starts more seriously going to therapy during this time period, and Camille knows he never truly left. He still visit her at night when she sleeps, and after Bean is born he visits her as well. That's where we are basically for now...

As for Bean she is well... a little bean. Just a little guy. Likes tardigrades and microscopic animals. Loves her mama and that strange shadowy figure that watches over her during the night. Sometimes she is so much like her father it makes her mothers heart hurt. She's just vibing... for now at least... That's it in summary, of course theres more information in the fanfics, and a lot of things will be expanded upon in both aus. Hehehe thank you so much for asking about Billy, and Camille and everything else though. I really love talking about these two stories I have, at any chance I get really!!! I hope you have a good day!!!

[fancycakedragon]

N-i-c-h-o-l-a-s S-c-r-a-t-c-h

Nick Scratch x Reader

[Not My Gif]

Source: @luthor-s

Warning(s): Smut (by an amatuer)

A/N: This is from a request. "Lol a nick scratch one that’s kinky lmao. [With daddy kink, roughness, and spanking.]" Enjoy.

Masterlist

The whole week Nick had been rehearsing for the school play. Hours out of his day were focused on perfecting his role as Lucifer Morningstar. Once the play came it was no surprise that Nick was amazing. The audience was captivated by his performance. 

After the play everyone went Dorian's Gray Room for a wrap party. Nick was sorrounded by cast mates and people who watched all of them complimenting him on his work.

This left you alone nursing your drink until it was time to leave. You didn't mind at all, people watching was something you enjoyed doing. It wasn't long though, before Dorian Gray himself decided to keep you company. He was definitely handsome and his smile was able to put anyone at ease. He handed you a specialty drink, "On the house."

"Thank you but I'm still working om this one," you said pointing to your drink. 

Dorian shook his head taking that one away from you, "I want to see if you like this one. It's new, perhaps I'll name it after you."

You giggled taking the glass and trying it. You hum of satisfaction was all Dorian needed to know how you felt. He grinned at you as you finished the rest of it. 

"May I have another?" 

With a wink Dorian moved about the bar preparing you another.

"Nice of you to open up the club for the ladies tonight too," you commemted looking around.

"To be honest," Dorian set another drink infrontof you, "I just wanted to see you enjoying yourself in my club."

You laughed and the lilt of it was caught by Nick who was looking around searching for you. Then his eyes landed on you speaking to Dorian. He narrowed his gaze when the man not so subtly trailed his eyes from your neck down to your chest. 

Without any excuse Nick abruptly left the conversation he was in to go over to you.

"Hey, (Y/N). What's going on."

Dorian smirked at Nick, "Just keeping her entertained. A lady as lovely as (Y/N) shouldn't be left idly." 

"Well it's a good thing I'm here now then," Nick wrapped his hand around your waist. The two men stared eachother down and you started picking up on the tension.

"Nick why don't we head home?" you suggested.

Nick agreed guiding you out of the club.

The moment you were outside hs couldn't keep his hands off of you. The  two of your stumbled into your apartment building lips locked while you continued your way up. When you reached your door you tried focusing on unlocking it with Nick biting and sucking your neck. Once it opened he pushed you inside already unbuckling his belt, "Hands." You'd never heard that kind of authority in his voice. He was always gentle and reassuring even when being dominant.

Feeling the wetness already pooling at your panties you brought your hands up to your face and Nick bound them with his belt. He pushed you into the living room bending you over the arm of your couch. You bit your lip anticipating what was going to happen next. Nick was eerily quite aside from his agitated breathing. In smooth movements he pushed the skirt of your dress up your waist and ripped the flimsy fabric of your underwear off of you.

Without warning his hand swatted at your ass. You gasped at the harsh sting you felt. "No counting tonight," Nick said, "You're gonna spell my name with every spank. Understood."

You moaned with a nod, "Yes, daddy."

You began spelling Nick's name and with each spank your bottom only stung more. At his last name you felt his hands land on you with a gentler slaps.  "S-c-r-a-t-c-h," Goodness, you thought you'd never get to the end of his name.

You found yourself moaning when Nick massaged the sore muscles with his warm hands, automatically pushing your ass further against them. He leaned over you licking the shell of your ear before whispering, "What's that spell?"

You breathed out the answer, "Nicholas Scratch."

"That's the only name that should be coming out those pretty lips of yours," Nick muttered moving his face behind you towards your center. Pushing your cheeks apart he didn't waste time licking a stripe up your core. His lips found your clit causing your knees to buckle at the sensation. You groaned, "Oooh daddy, m'not gonna last."  

As soon as he had been there Nick pulled away, "Sweetheart, your not cuming until I tell you to." 

You tried catching your breathe not even responding to him. 

Nick pulled you up from the arm of the couch and moved you to a sitting position. With your legs on his shoulder he was back at your aching core working you with his mouth and fingers. Over and over again he worked you closer to the edge only to keep you from finishing. Your bound hands pulled at his locks trying to work yourself into an orgasm. You weren't even sure when but as some point you were reduced to sobbing and begging for release, "Please, please, please, daddy. It's too much." 

Nick finally relented and stood up. You stared at the straining cock tenting his boxers. You tried pulling at them but Nick stopped you, "Not tonight baby, I wanna be inside you." 

"Ok," you replied, "Com'ere." Nick brought his face to yours for a kiss you'd been craving since you'd gotten home. You mewled against his mouth at the taste of yourself.

Nick leaned you back against the couch and moved on top of you. You looked up at him with anticipation as he lined himself at your entrance. You moaned together at the feel of him filling you up. Soon the room was filled with the sounds of your moaning and the wet slaps of skin against skin from Nick's quick thrusts. Your back bowed at the sensations coursing through you. It felt like you were going to explode at any minute. 

"Dorian could never fuck you like can." Nick grunted. 

"Never," you agreed.

"You only say my name. And I'm the only one who gets to enjoy your sweet cunt. So fucking warm and wet."

You whimped out agreements mind soley focused on your release. It was when he hit your g-spot that you lost it. Once Nick noticed the pitch in you sounds climbing he focused on that same angle. 

"Let everyone know who makes you feel this good," Nick encouraged, "Go on baby, cum." 

You screamed out Nick's name reaching your orgasm. Your toes curled the tingling feeling travelling up your spine. Nick's thrusts sped up sloppily as he chased and found his own release. You were a panting mess when Nick removed the belt holding your hands together. As soon as they were freed your wrapped your arms around him holding him close.

"I didn't hurt you, did I?" Nick asked placing tender kisses wherever he could reach. 

You shook your head no, "I would have said so if you did. I think the neighborrs really know your name now." 

Nick chuckled at your joke and remarked, "All of Greendale should. Especially Dorian."

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