#ayaka encouraging every fifty million ideas aka things i dON'T NEED TO DO when i have to do something else

[draconivn]

009 | His Little Writer

Summary: Forget being a seamstress, you’re a writer! You’re in the middle of your work and there’s that particular scene that frustrates you to no end. Masamune comes to check in on you and review your work, then he has an idea to try and inspire you. Pairing: Masamune (Ikemen Sengoku) x Reader Warnings: Smut, cockwarming, creampie, implications of master-pet A/N: Shoutout to @cherrydangome​ for co-writing this with me! I decided to try to make this a little more relatable to the fandom by changing from a fashion designer job to the reader being a writer. So you can put yourself better in the shoes of the reader :) suffer with me I’ll also be stopping in putting the ‘creampie’ warning after this. Just... know that there will be creampies but... short fiction may or may not have it, depending on the story.

•• His hands gripped her thighs and held her close to him, ensuring she wouldn't move away.

Everything was getting blurry as the ink stained the paper with my words. My chest was heaving as my left hand released the edge of the desk to slam my palm against the surface, my knees pushing into the cushion I was partially sitting on. I couldn't keep writing. My mind was going blank, and my chest was heaving for air through my parted lips. I couldn't stop the moans from falling from my mouth, the lovemaking portion I had been writing into my newest story becoming a jumbled mess.

"Why did you stop, kitten?" came a voice from behind me, a breath fanning itself between my thighs at my folds.

I shivered, my lashes fluttering shut.

"You're not writing," the voice reminded me.

Just as I had stopped, so did the reason my breath was so short. "M-Masamune…" I whimpered. It wasn't too long ago before I decided to write some sort of action love story, hoping to squeeze in some sort of lovemaking scene once the main couple got together. Unfortunately, it was one of those walls. A stupid writer's block that I forced myself to write through and ended up with the most garbage smut I had ever written. Masamune had taken the grand opportunity to waltz in and soothe me, but when he saw what I was writing, I swore I saw a glimmer of mischief in that blue eye of his.

He cheered me up and cheered me on, saying that I could do it and that he wanted to take me somewhere after I was done.

I was ready to give up but he told me to keep trying. I grabbed a new piece of paper and tried to rewrite the scene, not knowing what he was up to until his hands wandered and my clothing started to hike up.

His reason?

To give me inspiration on what to write.

“Kitten…” came his warning tone. 

“I-I just n-need a moment to think of what to write…” I breathed out, gripping my brush more firmly and dipping it into some ink. My cheeks felt warm as I tried to regain my breath, my brush soon taking to the page. 

•• His breath fanned against her folds, inciting a shiver to run down her spine and he watched her with a hunger that made his tongue

A moan spilled out of my mouth before I could catch myself, my chest starting to press into the desk and the brush in my hand trembled, threatening to stain the page with unwanted ink. I could feel the way he dragged his tongue along my wet folds, flattening to make sure that he had every bit of me covered and dripping into his mouth. Shakily, I craned my head as best as I could to describe what he was doing to me in that third person narrative I pursued in this story.

•• flatten, dragging a long strip from her entrance and up to my clit.

… I stuttered a curse under my breath.

“What happened?” came his low voice, his tongue giving a light flick to my clit and my hips jerked with a whimper.

Once I regained my voice, I answered him as best as I could. “I-I wrote in first person by accident…” It was a mix of frustration and annoyance at myself to get so caught up, but Masamune was more distracting than anything else. I reached for a new piece of paper so I could rewrite what I already had done on the previous sheet before I felt his lips press to the inside of my thighs apologetically. 

“Just use the first paper and cross it out, kitten. It’s a rough draft, isn’t it?” There was no doubt he knew he was right in suggesting that to me, especially when the trail of his lips started to move higher to where it was earlier. He was reminding me that there wasn’t a point in starting all over again, when he was going to “inspire” me further with the tiers that caught my folds and gave a suck.

I gasped at the sensation, quickly pushing away the blank sheet to return to my old sheet so I could scratch out my mistake with a correction on the pronoun of ‘my’ to ‘her’. I started to write again, trying to not get caught up in the sensations of his sucking on my folds, the little wags of his tongue that had me biting my lower lip to try and stifle my noises. He was trying to inspire my writing, and yet, I’m sure he was getting a kick out of it, but I couldn’t give him that satisfaction just yet. My hand moved faster across the page, trying to get my words out faster before my mind blanked.

My chest was heaving by the time I felt his tongue move away, but only for a moment as he gave my folds a sweet kiss that made my legs quiver in his grasp. I used what opportunity to let the spur of writing propel my hand across the page, when my free hand suddenly flew back behind me, tangling in the mess of brown locks and I cried out, arching against the desk.

His mouth was pressed firmly to my folds, parted open with a firmed tongue pressing and wriggling past my entrance, and against my walls. His tongue moved like he was tasting me, a groan muffled and sent vibrations against my sensitive folds, pleasurable electricity coursing through my body at the sensation.

“O-Oh god… M-Masamune–” I gasped, my brush shaking in my hand once more. 

His tongue glided in and out, tasting me like a starved man. His fingers gripped my thighs firmly, threatening to leave marks and his head craned to make sure he could taste everything he could reach. One of his hands had snaked to the front, rubbing two fingers against my clit so well that I was actually thankful I was kneeling on a cushion, my legs already quivering.

My lashes fluttered shut as I lost myself to the pleasure he gave me, moaning more freely, my hips rolling back towards his talented tongue.

His mouth left me a moment later, fingers still rubbing my clit. “You stopped writing again.”

“I-I… I don’t remember what I was writing anymore…”

“Oh? If you stop writing, then I guess I’ll have to punish you.”

His hand shifted between my legs, making sure that he was still rubbing my clit, but with his mouth freed to talk to me, another finger teased at my folds, pushing and prodding. 

“I-If I stop… w-will I be able to touch y-you too…?” I stammered out.

“Write first, touch later, kitten. Or I’ll have to tie you down to the bed.”

I craned my head as best as I could to look at him, despite barely being able to see over the scrunched up material at my waist. “A-Are you going to make love to me in the bed if you do?”

“I’ll make your body sing for me over and over again, kitten.”

For a moment, I bit my lower lip, rolling my hips back onto his fingers even more. “S-Suddenly… punishment doesn’t … s-seem so bad…” My words came out shamelessly, a cry out interrupting me as his finger suddenly crooked deep inside me. I couldn't help rocking my hips needily against his fingers, the ink staining the rest of the page I was using. I could feel his warmth at my back, an arm slipping around my waist and his breath so close to my ear as he kept pushing that finger in and out of me, meeting my hips.

"Your voice is music to my ears, kitten," he breathed huskily into my ear. "I love the faces you make when I touch you like this."

I had lost all sense of proper coherency, like everything was a complete blur and I was losing control of my body just as much. The hand that I once had in his hair fell to rest over his hand on my waist, but less than a moment that I had done so, something was tied around my wrist. 

I was pulled out of my reverie by the movement of my wrists, my walls clenching up around the finger as I tried to focus my vision. The world around me went in every direction possible until I was on my back, the soft material of the futon underneath me and my hands bound by my obi cord above my head. My head craned weakly to look at the tuft of brown hair as Masamune's lips made their way along my now-exposed hips to my abdomen. My chest heaved for air, as he looked up at me with a confident and smug smirk. In all that little scuffle, my clothes had been undone in quick tugs of the complicated knots I made and I was fully exposed for him to touch.

And I couldn't touch him.

With a shift of his body, he propped himself up between my legs, hands running along my thighs that I shivered and mewled. My cheeks were flushed as I looked up at him, so vulnerable and exposed. 

His strong shoulders tempted me to place my legs over them, the thought of being helpless like this was very much arousing. "You look like you want something, kitten," he teased, shifting up briefly to capture the peak of my breast in his mouth.

"I-I…" My body was already arching up against him, the delicious warmth of his mouth on my sensitive buds coupled with his fingers rubbing my clit already making a knot form in the pit of my stomach. My other breast was tended to when he switched, using his free hand so that both sides were not neglected as my pleasure rose. 

But something about the way he touched me made it hard to reach that peak. Like he was holding back, making sure that this would draw itself.

"M-Masamune…" I whined. "P-Please… I-I need… t-to cum…"

"Not yet." He knew me better than that. "But that's not what you wanted to say earlier, was it?"

"I-I…"

"Go on." His finger pulled out of me for emphasis, and he gripped my hips so I wouldn't chase after him. 

"M-May… May I…" This was embarrassing. "May I… put my legs over your shoulders…? P-Please?"

It didn't seem like the request he was expecting, looking surprised for a moment before he grinned and hooked his fingers under my thighs. "As you wish." 

My legs were spread a bit more so he could pull them up over each shoulder while he knelt between my thighs. The position left me angled and slightly off the futon, weak and exposed as his kimono was undone to expose the skin there. 

His hands ran along the expanse of my legs as I shivered with a lidded gaze, his own hunger dancing in his eye as he stared at me. Then he brought one of my legs close to his lips, leaning down a bit to press open-mouthed kisses along my calves.

"M-Masamune-"

His teeth grazed my skin, nipping as he looked at me like he was warning me. My leg jerked at the bite, but he held it firm where it was until I nodded to show I understood. His kisses were reverent yet sexy, ensuring that I watched every single thing he did: from the way his tongue dragged along the underside of my knee joint and closer towards my thighs teasingly.

My demands were only a suggestion, but never the ruling factor when he was in charge. 

And like every time he took charge, he made sure to remind me with his cock that prodded and drove into my walls right then and there. My head tipped back to cry out, my wrists fighting against the cord and my chest arched up off the bed. His cock spread me apart, making sure that every bit of my walls was formed to his shape and the head pressed so deeply that my legs trembled on his shoulders. Without hesitation, he leaned down and planted his hands on the sheets with my legs still dangling, though there was definitely a stretch and a deeper penetration of his cock that I became aware of the moment he rotated his hips in circles.

"O-Oh god…" I gasped out, tipping my head back.

"That's it, kitten. Show me how good I make you feel." His head craned to pepper kisses along my jaw, trailing his way down to my throat in search of that one spot that he always knew to bite down on.

"Mm!" My hands fought against my binds, fingers seeking purchase but it was the way his hips moved, filling me so perfectly that I was undeniably helpless and submissive in this state.

His tongue soothed where he bit, pausing from his thrusts to roll his hips firmly into me while making a necklace of love bites on my skin. His breath fanned against my skin with every lick, his mouth cool against my hot skin until he found my breasts once again. Every movement of his hips, the curve of his cock, the head that prodded me so deeply enough to make me shudder, the sucks of my nipples to make me arch up with a cry, all made sure to remind me that only he could give me this pleasure.

My walls were wet, the embarrassing sound of squelching wetness lubricating his movements to move with more ease as he re-angled himself to start pushing harder and faster. It was like the wind knocked out of me, pushing itself out in a scream past my lips.

He no longer took his time with me, the way his cock was throbbing so deliciously every time he slammed in, to the point that the sound of skin slapping against skin started to join the chorus of our lovemaking. His groans were hardly quiet, the way he grunted and growled sending shivers up my spine.

I wanted to drag my nails along his back but pulling him down and making my legs stretch further wasn't an option when I was weak to his ministrations. I could feel the pleasure knotting and coiling in the pit of my stomach just before he pulled away from my aching breasts, propping himself up on his hands and knees and rolled upwards into me. My mouth dropped with a loud gasp, the way the head of his cock stroked upwards against my sensitive and wet walls. 

I didn't miss the way he smirked, repeating the motion again that I shuddered.

"Tell me what my kitten wants," he breathed out.

I was far too breathless and beyond words to be able to tell him, especially when he loved getting me to this point in lovemaking. He once said I was a vision of ecstasy when I was like this. But I wasn't going to be able to get what I needed by staying silent, for a lack of better words. "P-Please… I-I need…! T-To cum-!" There were other words I could and wanted to say, but my mind was too caught up in saying the straight-forward version.

His cock throbbed against my walls and I tried to shift my hips as best as possible, weakly using my ankles on his shoulders as my leverage. But he retaliated with a pull-out of his cock, leaving only the tip inside me and I whined. "Say it, kitten. I know you want to," he teased, shallowly thrusting. 

I could tell he was holding out until I said it, the colour on my cheeks flushing even more deeply as I knew very well what he wanted me to say. "M-May…" Oh god, that feels so good… just a bit more deeper, please… My words were disappearing until he pulled back and left me whining again.

"Go on, kitten. Tell me."

Biting my lower lip, I looked up at him with needy, yet shaky eyes. "M-May I have… some… m-milk, p-please?"

His smirk grew wider, his hands pulling my legs off his shoulders to spread wide and knees planted firmly to the robes that still hung off my body and had become our temporary bedding. Once he had himself stable, he promptly slammed in, taking my screams and breath with it. He didn't give me a moment to comprehend and adjust, immediately pulling back so he could slam back in just as deep and just as fast. His cock made sure my walls were moulding to him when it could, spreading me open and grazing every spot inside me that had me crumbling.

Then my pleasure crashed down over me like a tidal wave, sending me arching up and screaming out, my head tipped back as my hands fought against my restraints, my body seizing up from head to the toe. My walls clamped down, making him groan at how much harder it became to pull back out like my body was trying to pull him in with every contraction.

His hips bucked and stuttered, his feet shuffling forward as he growled as my tightness welcomed him so deeply. His fingers gripped the underside of my knees so firmly, grinding to make sure he filled me completely with his cock.

I could feel how the warmth of his cum spilled into me, painting my walls. I could hardly open my eyes, forcing myself to try to see how my tiger looked as he orgasmed. I wanted to admire the way his face scrunched up, the drop of his mouth as he groaned then grit his teeth with that sexy growl. I wanted to relish in the knit of his brows, the haze of desire in his eye but the moment we made eye contact, he bucked hard against a very sensitive spot. I was already sensitive from orgasming that the one rough hit was enough to make me tip again, making sure to squeeze every drop of cum from him into my waiting walls.

He growled and groaned loudly, pulling my legs around his waist so he could hold me close and press himself to me. His cock throbbed inside my walls until he could come no more, but the way it was still hard as I wrapped my bound arms around his neck had me breathlessly purring for him.

"Mm… thank you for the milk…"

He chuckled against my neck as he caught his breath, peppering kisses along my skin up to my lips. "Do you feel inspired now?"

"Mm… inspired to write? Yes." I leaned up to press a kiss to plant a soft kiss to his lips. "But I feel more inspired to play with my tiger."

He grinned. "Good. Because I don't think I can handle another hour of you locking yourself in your room to write your stories."

"You do know my door was open, right?"

"I know how you get when you have your inspiration streaks, kitten. Nothing stops you. I was lucky enough to be able to get you when you were frustrated over that scene."

"Mm… yes, that scene," I giggled. I called how upset and pouty I got with him when the lovemaking scene I wrote didn't work out. "But I might just scratch it out even though I feel inspired."

He arched a brow. "Why?" Angling my hands to touch his hair seemed to remind him of my bound hands, his own reaching to bring them in front of him and used his teeth to pull the knot undone. 

My words nearly died on me, the faint chuckle pulling me out of my trance. "Do I want to let the whole world know how the One-Eyed Dragon makes love to me? I think that's information I want to keep to myself, tiger."

He laughed. "Could you live with yourself if you leave that scene as it is?" His laugh grew louder as I looked at him horrified. "I don't think I can downplay how I make love to you, kitten. You turn me on so much that you make it impossible to do a half-bad job."

"I didn't think it'd be possible for you to do a half-bad job, Masamune. You feel so amazing just being inside me…" My voice started to trail off as I described how it felt, looking up into his eye to see the haze of desire clouding over. "M-Masamune…?"

"Hm?" he asked quietly, leaning down to my lips.

"May I… please have more milk?" I asked softly against his lips.

He stopped just short of a kiss, his breath against my tiers. "You can have all the milk you want, kitten," he breathed out, before he took my lips. His hands slid off the robes from our bodies before he sat up and had me straddling him, his tongue pushing into my mouth as I gasped at gravity pulling me down onto his cock. His hands gripped my hips, guiding me against his own moving hips to grind his cock inside my walls.

I was a shuddering mess, my fingers seeking the plains of his back until I was clinging and clawing at his skin, my work lying on the desk, forgotten.

I wanted all of this to myself. I didn't need to write this in.