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smolbeandrabbles · 1 year ago

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Ahhhhhhh!!!!

I have no words but thank you! Thank you, thank you, thank you!! 🙏 Can’t believe you took all my random ramblings to you and managed to fit them all together into this fic!! 🙏

This was so much fun to read! Giggling, kicking my feet, laughing, screaming!

So, so good! Thank you! 😭🙏

Also I see what you did there with the gif 😉 I appreciate it! 😉💚

Promises (liveaction!Roronoa Zoro x female!reader)

Summary: Zoro and you are protective of each other 💚

Warnings: cursing, violence, mentions of blood, bullying

A/N: well, this started as a request but turned out to be more of a collab?lol @smolbeandrabbles sent me the idea and the inspiration song, and helped me through it so this came out hahaha i hope you like it! This is inspired by the song "New Fears" by Lights 🥰 also, there's a small time skip in the middle and the two scenes in italic are flashbacks!

'"Cause I have these new fears that carry me through

Every bullet I'm taking for you

So just hold on tight

I'll be coming, I'm coming for you, oh oh

And every night

I'll be burning, burning for you, oh oh

And I will back you up, I will show you love

I will give you all I got 'til I cannot

Hold on tight

I'm breathing, breathing for you, oh oh

It hadn't been long since you and Roronoa Zoro had started dating. That meant you were still trying to figure out this whole 'relationship' thing.

Not that it was hard, not at all. You both really liked each other, so you were willing to do anything for one another. It was just that... both being inexperienced, belonging to someone was a new adventure you were going to face together.

And it wasn't like a big effort either. Even before you were an official couple, both of you were already inseparable, ever since you joined the straw hats.

You got along like no one, you were always by each other's side and there was no one who could understand each other better. It was like you were long lost soulmates.

But... you just didn't say it?lol

Maybe you were both afraid the other one would see you only as friend? Or maybe you were just stubborn af lmao

It didn't stop you from stealing a little time with each other every now and then though 😏

You specially loved your late night talks. You had lost count of how many times you went to his room (or him to yours 👀) late at night just to chat.

Zoro liked asking you about your life before joining the straw hats. He loved hearing your sweet voice giggling while telling funny stories about that time.

You, on the other hand, loved when he talked about his childhood and the promise he made to his friend. The glint in his eye when he talked about that dream of his, it was one of the most beautiful things you had ever seen. That's when you knew Roronoa Zoro was the strongest and most determined man you had ever met and you couldn't help but admire that on him.

You also had a lot of fun teasing each other lol you usually joked about his fighting when you were training together ajskajskaj you knew he was the most skillful fighter you had ever met, but you also knew deep down he was a softie, so you loved seeing the shy smile he gave you whenever you teased him.

- you sure you need all those swords to beat me? - you asked teasing and emphasizing the 'all'. You held your dagger on your right hand, the only weapon you ever used and that fit you so well it felt almost like a part of your body.

That made him chuckle.

- of course i'm not using all of them, i gotta take it easy not to completely kick your ass - he said smiling.

- aww you're not getting soft on me, are you, Roronoa? - you said raising one eyebrow.

Was that a small blush on his cheeks?! Oh gosh, he couldn't get any more adorable. You had to look away or else you'd be falling even harder for that man.

- ha, you wish - he replied grabbing his sword and getting ready to start.

The whole crew (except poor baby Luffy 😅😂) had already noticed something was going on. And they would tease you like hell for that.

But still you wouldn't say anything.

I mean, not until that day.

The day Zoro fought Dracule Mihawk. That day could easily be top 3 of "worst days of your life".

Of course you believed in him and supported him no matter what, but you knew what he was doing was dangerous.

The way Mihawk showed no mercy, Zoro's painful grunts, the gash oh his chest... everything felt like a horror scenario and you just panicked because there was nothing you could do.

Fortunately your friends brought Zoro to the ship again, where he was taken care of.

Zeff said you all needed to stay with him and keep talking to keep him alive, but you were so shocked you couldn't even think of something to say.

After some time and with the support of your crew, you finally gathered your courage and decided to speak to him, from your heart. You couldn't let your best friend die like that.

You approached him and started talking softly, not really sure what to say, but hoping the words would come out eventually.

- hey, umm... i guess... um... we miss you..?

You took a deep breath.

- who am i kidding? I miss you, Zoro. I don't know why i never said this before and, oh my, do i regret it right now, but I... - were he even listening? You weren't sure, you just had to get it off your chest - I really like you. You're one of the best people i have ever met and i love spending time with you, and the thought of never being able to do that anymore is freaking me out. I know I could never stand in the way of your dream, because i believe in you, Zoro, i really do. But i also know I should have done more... more to protect you - you paused a bit before letting out the next words - joining the straw hats and sailing on the Merry, it made me feel so brave... and i thought i got rid of all my stupid fears. But now i realize i have a new one. And it's losing you, Zoro. Please, don't leave me...

Your voice broke at those last words and you started crying uncontrollably, hiding your face in your hands. The thought of losing him really made your heart ache.

Until...

- stop crying, i'm not going anywhere.

You lifted your head so fast it almost hurt. You couldn't believe it.

- Zoro?! Oh my gosh, Zoro, you're alive - your voice almost a whisper as you hugged him, careful not to hurt him even more.

He chuckled, eyes still closed and wincing a bit from the pain.

- oh my gosh, i was so scared i had lost y-

A realization immediatly hit you and your face went as white as a sheet. Was he listening? Did he... did he hear what you just said?!

Oh no.

- umm... how much... did you hear? - you asked slowly, a bit scared of his answer.

- enough to say i feel the same - he said with a small smile.

Yeah, so that happened. Was it cute? Totally. But it didn't stop you from shivering whenever you remembered that fight.

Confessions aside, the sight of Zoro lying on the ground with a pool of blood spreading around still haunted you and you couldn't seem to get it out of your mind.

That day you made a silent promise to always protect that man. Of course you knew he was the Roronoa Zoro, infamous pirate hunter and master of the three sword style, but you swore to yourself you would do anything on your reach to keep him safe.

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You were at a bar at Logue Town. It was the evening and Zoro invited you to go there for his usual booze (lol). Chilling with your boyfriend sounded really nice after spending a whole day cleaning the Going Merry, so, sure, you agreed.

You were drinking and talking at the bar counter and everything seemed okay until you heard two familiar (and very annoying) voices.

- wow, check out the loser we found here!

- no way he still has the guts to show up in public after that.

You turned around and confirmed your suspicions: yep, Shinjiro and Aki, the bounty hunter brothers that were a pain in Zoro's ass.

You (unfortunately) had already met them a few months ago at another small island. They both had pitch black hair, were very lean and tall and looked so ugly they could scare babies with just a smile.

At that time, you weren't even girlfriend and boyfriend yet, but Zoro already told you how much of jerks they were. He explained they had been competing and picking on him for years and, when they found out he had joined a pirate crew, it only got worse, so you knew what you were getting into.

On your first encounter with them, you were able to leave before things got heated, but it seemed like this time it wasn't going to be that easy.

You were already opening your mouth to throw all the bad names you knew at the brothers, but Zoro softly put his hand on yours and mouthed "they’re not worth it". You trusted him, so you immediatly went quiet and followed his strategy.

Sadly, Shinjiro and Aki weren't that smart.

They sat by the counter too, not facing the both of you, but speaking loud enough for you to hear it.

- hey, Aki, did you hear what happened with a certain 'pirate' with moss hair? He challenged fucking Dracule Mihawk to a duel! - Shinjiro said ironically.

"Don't say that name. Don't you dare say that name", you thought.

- no way! He could probably be the winner of the "biggest idiot in the whole East Blue" award - Aki replied with a nasty laugh.

Your blood was starting to boil. Zoro alone was twice the man both of them could ever be: braver, stronger and better in so many ways. Who did they think they were to talk about your man like that?

- yeah, either 'biggest idiot' or 'worst swordsman'. I heard Mihawk could take him down with only a small knife, right into his heart - Shinjiro gestured like he was puncturing his own chest.

'Right into his heart'.

Those words echoed in your head.

No.

They were bringing it all up again.

Mihawk's eyes. Zoro's painful voice. Your desperate crying. All flashes going back to your mind.

It was like you were reliving that horror again. Zoro even tried to talk to you and distract you from it, but it didn't seem to work.

- what a joke. And how did he not die? - Aki asked, acting clueless.

- he was so pathetic Mihawk had to leave before turning him into pieces. Not before slashing him right on the chest. Legend says if you go to the Baratie right now, you're probably still gonna find his blood on the ground - Shinjiro said and laughed loudly.

That was the last straw. You got out of your trance and decided to do something.

- okay, that's enough - you said sternly and got up of your seat.

You walked up to Shinjiro and looked him in the eye, your rage nearly melting him.

- oh, yeah? What you gonna do about it, little girl? - he said mocking you.

- here's what - you said and punched him right in the nose.

He was so taken aback by your sudden attack he couldn't even form a reaction. Guess he really underestimated that little girl's strength, right?

When he was still trying to understand what happened, you kicked him in the crotch. Yeah, such a nice move that serves right to a dick that was badmouthing your boyfriend.

As he bent down in pain, you quickly grabbed your dagger (you had learned with Zoro to never leave without a weapon 😅) and hit the back of his neck with the hilt, making him fall to the ground, unconscious.

Wow... did you really knock out the guy?! I mean, of course you were a very skillful fighter, but you were surprised by your willpower and quick thinking over there lol

You took a quick glance back at Zoro with a smug smile and he was there watching the whole thing just like that 'white guy blinking' meme. His girlfriend was kicking ass? For him?! Could she become any more amazing??

When you turned around, Aki was fuming.

- what did you do to him?! - he screamed/asked.

- oh, don't worry. He'll only stay like that for a few hours. You should actually thank me for not having to listen to his stupidity for a wh-

You hadn't even finished your snarky retort when you saw him coming to attack you.

You were usually fast in your fighting. You weren't the biggest or the strongest, but you were very fast, and you were proud of that because it always led you to winning.

But (you weren't sure if the attack caught you off guard of if the sight of Zoro looking at you so impressed had distracted you more than normal) apparently that time it wasn't enough.

When you realized it, Aki had pushed you to the ground and you fell with a loud thud. And as if it weren't enough, you noticed he had a knife in his left hand. You could only notice a long gash starting to bleed on your right arm.

You looked at Zoro as if asking for help and he was looking at you, but he didn't seem like himself. You had never seen that anger in his eyes, it was like he was possessed.

As quick as you fell, Zoro unsheathed his sword and knocked Aki out until he was laid on the ground, the point of the blade only a few milimeters away from his heart. Zoro knew how much you hated unnecessary killing, but this guy had crossed a line there (he had hurt his girlfriend?!) and needed to be taught a lesson.

- you lay a finger on her again - Zoro said through gritted teeth, his voice low and menacing - and i won't be this merciful. Was i clear?

Aki nodded frantically and you could see it in his eyes he was regretting everything and praying to get out alive.

Zoro sheated the sword again and stepped away, still murdering Aki with his eyes.

"That was freaking hot". No shame, but these were your exact thoughts as you watched the whole thing, still sitting on the ground and looking up at him. That was until you came back to reality from your little daydream about your extra hot boyfriend and noticed your wound was still bleeding.

Zoro hadn't forgotten about that either and immediatly kneeled down to check on you.

- (Y/N), are you okay? - he asked very worried about you and checking your arm. The way he looked at you and his soft touch gave you butterflies.

- yeah, i just need to... bandage this up - you replied weakly.

- come on, let's get back to the ship - he helped you get up and you walked back to the Going Merry, him checking on you every 10 seconds.

When you got back to the Merry, Zoro led you to the room you shared (yep, now you were on the 'sharing a room' basis *wink wink*) and helped you bandage your wound. You realized it wasn't that bad and hopefully it would heal in a couple weeks (which was a relief, cause if it was worse Zoro would probably go back to the bar and finish Aki right away 😅😂).

When you were done, you started rambling:

- hey, um... thank you for standing up for me back there. I know taking those guys was stupid, but they were badmouthing you and bringing all that back, i just couldn't stand it anym-

- hey, don't mention it. I couldn't let that jerk hurt my girl and get away with it - the way he said "my girl" made you all fuzzy inside - also, you did it for me first, so you could say we're even - he said with a small smile.

You chuckled. How could he put a smile on your face even in moments like these? That man was really a blessing in your life.

- yeah, i guess that's what makes us such a great duo - you replied winking.

He let out a small laugh and kissed your forehead. With that, you both started preparing your stuff to go to bed. I mean, after everything, both of you needed some good rest.

Soon you both laid down and went to sleep, holding tight to each other, like none of you wanted to let the other go (and you really didn't).

In Zoro's arms, you started thinking about everything that had just happened. Neither of you hesitated in protecting each other in face of danger. That was the moment you realized how far Zoro and you would go for each other.

You didn't lie, you were really a perfect duo.

That thought made you feel even more thankful for having found each other and for being in each other's life like that.

It also made you think back to that fateful Mihawk fight and what you told yourself that day. You had made a promise and you were going to keep it.

But what you didn't know is that Zoro had made one himself too.

Of course he had already promised to become the world's greatest swordsman and to find the One Piece with his captain. But he could fit one more, right? And perhaps the most important yet: to be by your side until the end of your lives.

"I'll take two times the misery

And half the glory

If it meant you'd be the champion

Of the story

And I'll take two times the agony

And half the wonder

If it meant you'd get twice

Twice the thunder"

#ASDFGHJKL-! oh 😭😭 this made me so happy! thank you SO much for taking all my rambling and creating this! 🙏😭#gotta love a good collab! ✌️#again - I’m just obsessed with your authors asides! 🤣👌#the specification of the new relationship for my interpretation of the song… thank you! 🙏😭 I appreciate that so much!#I really love the use of not only the idea that they are inseparable but that they have these talks. you really get the feeling Zoro…#…isn’t telling the full story to just /anyone/. And listening to him talk like this is 100% a great way to show the bond and fall in looove!#obsessed with the teasing! 🙏 my favourite form of flirting but making him blush? 😉 you go girl!#(also Luffy not figuring out anything is going on… yuuuup! that checks out! I love it! 😆)#we love the supportive crew that get her to finally confess (as it were!) but I love that isn’t not a straightforward confession!!#!!! new fears !!! in her speech! please! oh my god my heart! ❤️ also his little /stop crying I’m not going anywhere/ 🤭#😭 SO CUTE 😭 Ahhhhhhhh!! 🙏#Side bar: but I also cannot imagine how much it would affect someone to see the person they loved the most go through something like that!#Zoro telling her to let it go though 🥺#maybe I shouldn’t say it but OMG I’m obsessed with the trash talk! 🤣 it’s SO good I can’t even 😂#really pulling out that small knife disrespect too! 🥲 You really wrote these two idiots PERFECT 👌#/what are you going to do about it little girl?/ /here’s what./ 👊 <chefs kiss> perfection 👌 love how she follows that up with putting…#the guy on the floor! 👌 and Zoro’s subsequant 👀 …mhm he gets it! 👀#🙊🙈 oh no! I didn’t expect injury!!! (but also that was the STUPIDEST thing that guy could have done.) Z O R O!#I always love a badass showing of mercy! but also really love that he’s only showing mercy because of her preferences! 😭🙏#/that was freaking hot/ girl you are SO right!#Zoro going immediately from total badass to worried softie for his gf? 👏 yes 👏 please 👏#😏 sharing room basis huh? 😏 I’m dowwwwn 😏#/my girl/ 🥹 also love that he cuts off her worrying about what happened 🙏#Zoro really said /Three Swords? Three Promises!/ ✌️ each one to the most important people in his life too 🙏#I also love that they have both made a promise to each other but they are both silent!! 👀👀#makes me wonder if that would ever come out at any point or if they’d ever tell each other… ooo 👀👀#okay but the use of the bridge at the end of the fic like that…? ooof! I just took a small Mihawk knife to the heart myself! 🙏😭#💚💚💚💚💚

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brainrotwriter · 10 months ago

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I don't know if anyone said this before, but, I think the one thing that would put the fear of an alien god into an alien would be just how territorial humans are.

Humans generally have small territories tightly packed against others, sometimes even on top of each other. They are social creatures, after all, and seem to enjoy inviting each other to their territories that might even contain other species!

So, you would think they would welcome other visitors, right?

Wrong. Humans are wildly territorial to the point even something as harmless as a fruit fly is murdered on sight. Then, surely they must allow other predators that repel such creatures, right? Wrong again, even 'useful' ones likes spiders are shown no mercy.

Alien: I apologize but I'm struggling to grasp this concept. You said you killed that arachnid as there was a possibility it could come in contact with your sleeping quarters. Doesn't your feline companion frequent there? I'm sure it couldn't do more damage than an apex predator?

Human: Uhh, okay let me rephrase that; it isn't about coming in contact with my stuff. It's about me allowing it. Mr. Pickle Jar is allowed to be here and touch my things, that spider isn't. So, it needs to die.

Alien, writing DO NOT TOUCH ANYTHING UNLESS SAID OTHERWISE in big bold letters in the notepad: Ah, I see. Thanks for sharing.

#humans are space orcs #humans are weird #humans are space oddities #Sure tumblr this can be a writing prompt why not #writing #writing prompt

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kakashixhatakesxwhore · 6 months ago

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Random NSFW headcanon please? (If you do nsfw...)

alrighty roo, buckaroo, lets discuss kinkage - thank you so much for the request

Random Kinks They Deffo Have

They: Iruka, Kakashi, and Itachi (with additions of Sasuke and Shikamaru) (f!Reader)

Warnings: whew! Swearing, explicit smut, power play, somno/free use, auralism, names of authority, praise kink, spit/blood/cum play, idk just please be 18

Notes: This one is for the freaks, obvi Boruto!Sasuke and Boruto!Shikamaru, I'm begging for everyone's thoughts and opinions - be prepared for Shikamaru's to be nasty

Masterlist💿

Iruka

Power Play

He just fucking loves when you take control

Anything you tell him to do, Iruka will do compulsively, and he's absolutely twitching when you tell him how good he is for doing so

All! About! Your! Pleasure!

Iruka's favourite encounters would be when he's not allowed to touch you, though, funnily enough

You're riding him, and all he can do is watch your sultry smile and feel your pussy hugging him tight - he wants to feel you, to run his hands all over your body - but he can't - or else you'll slow down to a halt and sometimes even pull him out, just to give him a beration of sorts

Now, that said, Iruka does not fuck with demeaning talk - you better love on this motherfucker, he's trying his goddamn best for you, and if you should negate that, it would allow a dark cloud to form over Iruka's mind

You don't want that, right? Exactly. So you keep it sweet, you give him stupid, little commands then fan the flames of his ego when he completes the command in spades

Lowk gets boyfriend-brain when he's with you, so kinda does need to be told what to do

Iruka is a sweetheart!!! He's always going what he can for you, all the time, even if you don't explicitly ask him to every time

Kakashi

Free Use/Somnophilia

When you said you would be okay with giving it a trial run, Kakashi was elated, and fucked you four seperate times that night, and began again before you woke up in the morning

He fucks you slow, almost trying not to wake you up, but the stretch is unmistakable

"Good morning, pretty lady. Have any good dreams?" He would ask, noticing your quickened breath, making you instantly relax into the situation

You love it - you stop sleeping in any amount of pant, just so Kakashi could have you as he pleased

When you got home, he would be pressing you against the door, when you try to start chopping vegetables for dinner, he would bend you over then pop you up on the counter when he just couldn't get enough

Kakashi's condition is that everything spontaneous happens within your shared, lovely, little home

He might sneak you away occasionally while the two of you are out, finding a small cache in the forest, but Kakashi would be asking for permission, assurance, consent at every step of the way - public is just different, but he's not entirely opposed

Kakashi just can't believe he's got you, and every time he looks at you, he needs to have you

Itachi

Auralism

He needs to hear you; the way your voice quakes, the way your nails rake across the skin of his back

Itachi's favourite sound though, is the harmony of your bodies meeting, skin smacking skin, squelches and a slick plunging sound, filling the room

Yeiff - let alone fucking outside - my god - Itachi wants your encounter to be so loud that the whole world knows what's going on

With his shit eyeslight, Itachi would prefer to close his eyes while fucking you, letting your beautifully wanton sounds paint a picture in his mind

In a perfect world, he would totally love to get tied up with a blindfold on - just to be at the mercy of your light touch and the intoxicating sound of your pleasure - Itachi would break the binding eventually, desperate to have his hands on you, needing to fuck you hard enough to hear the smacking and sloshing

Itachi is also the primo dirty talker, insisting you reply to him through your stinted pants, sharp gasps and breathy moans

His whole arousal around the subject of sound is cranked up to ten the second the two of you are in public - your little yips when he squeezes your ass, or the biting 'Itachi' that slips out of your mouth when he corners you to cop a feel

Oh, he fucks with names, you can call him whatever the fuck you want, so long as he's the one you're screaming about - but he likes it when you speak to him with more authoritarian honorifics (sir, daddy, lord)

Sasuke

Praise

Ooh, tell him he's hitting the spot and Sasuke would lose it, only trying to hit the exact same spot again

If you're ever out, singing his tune to another party, about anything, and Sasuke catches wind, he's taking you home immediately to prove he can provide more than you bargained for

Y'all, lets be real, and acknowledge that sweet Sasuke craves praise in any and all capacities, but most fervently in the four walls of your bedroom

Again and again, it doesn't matter how many times you tell him, he wants to hear it again

"Sasuke, your cock is so fucking big," you gasped as he slid in slowly.

"Louder. Tell the neighbours."

Loves, loves, loves to be able to hear the affect he's having on your body, every wave of pleasure, every jolt from your orgasm

Even if it's visibly clear that he's got you like putty in his palm, Sasuke will demand that you tell him how good he is, how deep he can reach, how much your pussy loved him

You're a blabbering mess, and it strokes Sasuke's ego to no end that he can bring you to this point, absolutely drunk with pleasure

Shikamaru

Spit/Blood/Cum Play

Anything Shikamaru can ingest that comes from your body (not excretions, sickos), he will

It's insane when you two hit the trifecta - Shikamaru cumming all over a patch of knicks on your stomach then spitting on the pile of liquid, he would mix it all together with his index finger, on top of you, before he would lean down and lick it all up, shoving the finger covered in the rose-tinted mixture into your mouth

Mm mm mm, and your cum, my good Christ, does he ever love your cum

Nothing brings Shikamaru so much joy as pulling his fingers out of you, being coated in a shiny slick

There's also something about the way your face screws up every time he brings a kunai into the bedroom - Shikamaru goes weak in the knees when he sees your crimson blood, glinting on the tip of the knife, losing it even further when you lick it off without hestitation

He's going to cum on your face, just to see you try to open those pretty eyelashes of yours, beads of white weighing them down

Shikamaru had no clue he was into fluids, until you randomly asked him, one day, to spit in your mouth - it's been a done deal since then, spitting just comes with the territory eventually

He always loved seeing your body get painted with his cum, but it's a whole different ball game to watch you play with it, to watch you lick it all up without wasting a drop like you used to do (honestly, Shikamaru can't even remember why he used to wipe his cum off of you)

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fushiguho · 4 months ago

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All Mine ☆ Miguel O'Hara

☆ WORD COUNT – 6.3k ☆ SYNOPSIS – Miguel O’Hara has always been a jealous man, one with very strong feelings toward those he loves, so you really can’t be surprised when he’s hell bent on proving to you just how much of a jealous man he can be, can you? ☆ CONTENT WARNINGS – Miguel is FERAL and possessive, breeding

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“Thank you.” You gently smiled, taking the warm plate from the waiter's hands before placing it before you.

God, the smell was salivating, intoxicating even. Fresh salisbury steak topped with chives and parsley, paired with the fluffiest mashed potatoes you had ever seen.

“Anything for a pretty lady.” He responded, voice riddled in nothing but amourism. “Anything else for the table?” He finished, taking his lingering gaze off of you and directing it toward the dark-haired man beside you.

Miguel shook his head quickly, “You’ve done enough. Thank you.” he feignedly smiled, his lips tight, pressed into the thinnest line.

Miguel was never one to react. He liked to think of himself as a reserved man, one of reticent emotions, quiet, civil. Though he was all of these things and more, he couldn’t rid the thought that other men have imagined themselves with you– inside of you. God, the mere thought of it made him sick to his stomach.

There was a small part of him that wished the worst to any man that looked in your general direction. He would be lying to himself if he said the thought of killing a man for you had never crossed his mind, that being the more dishonorable part of him of course. However, he would never hurt anyone over a quick, meaningless glance, though it was tempting.

The only thought that kept his homicidal tendencies at bay was the fact that those men will never see you in the ways he does. They’ll never get the chance, not if Miguel is around at least. He would never allow it. Not even over his dead body.

They’ll never see your bare body sprawled out before them, or how your mouth falls open and stays wide at the feeling of his hands caressing your body, or even how your cunt glistens in the faintest light from the simplest touch. They will never see those parts of you and that’s what kept Miguel sane.

All they’ll ever get from you is a fictitious smile, one of basic human decency and societal mannerism, a small giggle maybe , only if you’re feeling generous. Other than that, there’s nothing more to give, and certainly not to some child disguised as a waiter.

The poor fork in his hand was pleading for dear mercy with the way he was gripping it. Knuckles nearly turning a pale white at the sheer amount of pressure he was exerting. If you weren’t mistaken, you could have sworn you saw the metal bending.

“Miguel?” You questioned, your smaller hand reaching for his clenched fist.

“Pretty lady.” He scoffed to himself, mocking the waiter’s so-called compliment from earlier before taking the gasping fork and mercilessly shoving it into a piece of steak on his plate.

“Oh, Miguel.” You smiled sweetly, voice soft as you reached a hand from under the table to place it on his thigh, squeezing gently. “Don’t get so worked up. He’s a child, baby. No more than nineteen I assume.”

“That’s not the point, hermosa.” He sighed, “I don’t care how young or old he is–him or anyone else as a matter of fact. I just don’t want another man looking at what’s mine.” He reminded, a small hint of discontent lacing is words.

You leaned forward to press your lips to his cheek, planting a warm kiss to the skin before dragging your lips up to his ear. You kissed there too, leaving behind a wet path in your wake.

“Well, they don’t get to see me like you do, do they?” You too reminded, your voice warm and inviting and directly in his ear.

Miguel shook his head lightly, subconsciously craning his head in the opposite direction, granting you more access to the sensitive flesh of his neck. God , he would take you right here if you’d let him, in front of all these innocent people too.

He could feel himself straining against the fabric of his trousers, growing harder and harder by the fucking second. It never took much for him to get like this. If he were being completely honest, he was a goner as soon as you put your hand on his thigh.

Slowly, you began to move your hand along the length of his thigh, careful not to cause too much of a distraction to those around you, though there weren’t many. The restaurant was practically empty excluding the older couple in the far corner who realistically couldn’t see beyond their own table, and the occasional pass of a busy server.

You could hear Miguel suck in a tight breath as you neared the tent in his trousers, but stopping once you’ve gotten too close.

“They don’t get to hear me either… my moans, whimpers. Only you, baby.” You continued. “Only you can hear me, see me, touch me.” You purred, voice low and tantalizing as you hummed in his ear, hand still working at his tensing thigh.

And he knew all of this of course, he just loved it when you gave him a little reminder from time to time. Nothing wrong with a little reassurance, right?

Miguel remained silent, afraid replying with anything would result in the two of you fucking eachother right on this goddamned table. He needed you–needed to fuck you, be inside of you, show you that no one else could possibly fuck you like he could.

“Come on.” He muttered suddenly, practically yanking you up from where you sat.

Miguel said nothing as he stuffed a hand into the back pocket of his trousers, retrieving his wallet before pulling out several bills and nearly slamming them on the table. He grabbed your purse from the chair beside you, slinging over his shoulder before taking you by the hand, leading you out of the restaurant.

“I didn’t finish my steak.” You huffed as you quickly followed your husband to his blacked-out Ashton Martin.

“We’ll come back tomorrow.” He spoke quickly as the two of you approached the passenger’s side of the vehicle. He was then opening the door for you before helping you duck to get inside of the lowrider.

Miguel was soon closing the door and quickly walking around to the driver's side before opening the door and throwing himself into the seat, hurriedly starting up the car and shifting the gears.

The car ride home was the longest twenty minutes of your life–between the lingering glances, his hand creeping higher up your thigh, and the thickening sexual tension in the atmosphere, you would much rather have been dead.

Miguel was fiddling to unlock the front door with a blind hand as his lips were slotted against yours, his tongue already pushing itself inside of your mouth. He’d much rather struggle for an extra minute to open the door than pull away from you for even a second.

Eventually, the door was pushed open and the two of you stumbled inside of the dark house, lips still pressed to one another. His keys were dropping to the floor with a thud, then so was your purse, your jacket, his wallet, and soon, your heels were slipping off too.

“Take this off.” Miguel muttered, referring to the over priced dress that hugged your body a little too perfectly. Almost immediately, one of his hands were reaching behind you in an attempt to find the dresses’ zipper before hurriedly tugging at the small piece of metal.

“Careful. I like this dress.” You warned, smiling at his eagerness.

“I know, baby. I bought it.” He reminded as he pulled the zipper down until it reached the waistband of your sheer underwear. “I can always buy you a new one.” He finished before quickly pulling the straps down your shoulders, allowing you to shimmy your way out of the fabric.

It wasn’t long before his lips were back on yours, his tongue delving into your mouth once again. He couldn’t get enough of your mouth and after that stunt you pulled in the restaurant, his only intentions were to fuck you into a whining, sobbing mess.

“You’re so beautiful, amor.” He exhaled, the tips of his fingers roaming your almost bare body. “And all mine.”

He dragged rough, calloused hands down your waist before meeting the curve of your hips. He squeezed gently, savoring the feeling of you beneath his fingertips before dragging his hands down a little further, cupping the fat of your ass.

“Tell me.” He spoke, pulling away to steal a glimpse of your swollen lips. “Tell me you’re mine, please?”

“I’m yours.” You responded, voice sweet and honeyed. “All yours, baby. You own me.” You moaned as he leaned forward, connecting his lips to your neck.

“Say it again.” He whispered, his voice warm and desperate.

“You own me.” You breathed as you craned your neck to the side, granting him more access to the flesh.

He hummed in agreement, lips still pressed to your skin, surely leaving several marks you’d discover in the morning. You could feel the graze of his cuspids as he dragged them along your throat. The slight pinch of him sinking his teeth into you forced a gasp past your lips.

With both hands, Miguel was slipping them just below the curve of your ass and gripping the back of your thighs. He was soon pulling you forward, silently beckoning you to jump to which you did. He was then wrapping your legs around his waist before blindly walking toward the dimly lit living room.

Miguel sat on the couch with your legs tightly wrapped around his waist. God, the heat was palpable. You could feel the growing need, the desperation, the hunger . The look in his eyes had your core aching with desire.

You have never seen Miguel like this–so feral and possessive, but you’d be lying if you said it didn’t have your cunt leaking with arousal. There’s just something about the carnality of it all, the want .

“Mmm, so fuckin’ pretty.” He hummed as he was taking your face in his hand, his palm resting on your warm cheek, “My pretty baby.”

You leaned into his touch, relaxing in his hand as he grazed his thumb along your skin, inching closer and closer to your bottom lip. Miguel was slow as he slid the pad of his thumb along your lip, the slickness of your saliva coating it.

Soon, he was pushing it past your lips and into your mouth. You allowed him to explore the wet cavity, his thumb rubbing against your tongue, teeth, inner cheek, hell, all of it. He even pushed it to the back of your throat, forcing a small gag from you to which he smiled admirably.

Miguel was pulling his finger out of your mouth only to put it in his, cleaning your saliva with his own. Your lips parted as you watched him lick and suck at his thumb, humming in satisfaction as he tasted you. He loved all you, he just couldn't get enough.

“Always taste so good.” He muttered as he leaned forward, pushing his lips against yours, “Need more.”

He wasn’t shy as he kissed you hungrily, his lips moving with nothing but urgency. You kissed him back, matching his fervor, your nose pushing against his as you pant into his mouth.

His lips were so sweet, so warm and delicious. You could taste the lingering red wine on his tongue from dinner, the saccharine twinge of aged grapes and honey, fuck, it was intoxicating. Not to mention the growing passion in his hurried movements.

His hands were gripping your hips, palms splayed along your skin, fingers digging into the sensitive flesh. There is no doubt in your mind that there would be crescent-shaped indents for you to admire later.

He was pushing your hips against him, rocking you back and forth along his growing erection, the friction making you dizzy. You could feel the nudge of his cock against your clothed cunt, your poor walls fluttering around nothing in response.

A gasp left your lips at the feeling of him bucking his hips forward, firmly pressing himself against the lace of your underwear. And God, how you were so wet and bothered. Miguel fucking loved it. He swore he could feel your wetness seeping through the fabric of his trousers.

You couldn’t help the whiny moans that tumbled past your lips and into his mouth. Plead after plead fell from your tongue, begging him for more, more, more. Your voice went straight to his cock as he swallowed your saccharine whimpers.

You could feel the graze of his tongue along your bottom lip, silently begging for more to which you obliged, granting him access to your sweet mouth. You allowed him to taste you from the inside, desperate to feel him explore your mouth. Even the subtle exchange of saliva had your heart slamming against your chest.

The sheer need was nothing but pathetic–desperate grinding, sultry moans, sloppy kissing, his tongue lapping and sliding against yours, his hands pulling you over his cock, fuck . It was almost too much for your poor brain to handle.

You were nearly falling apart atop him, your entire being melting into the palms of his hands for him to mold and to shape you into something of his own creation. You loved how he effortlessly turned you into a puddle of nothingness, handcrafted into his perfect little slut, his favorite slut.

“Mierda, you make me so hard, baby, fuck.” He moaned, lips still pressed to yours, “You feel it?” He hummed as he bucked his hips once again, pushing himself deeper into you.

You whined in response, that’s all you could do. It was absolute torture, complete agony. You could do nothing but sit prettily in his lap as he took control of your body, turning you into an utter mess atop him.

“You want it?” His hand was moving from your hip to slip past the waistband of your thin underwear before running his fingers through your dripping folds, collecting your arousal on the pads of his fingers.

“Yes.” You choked as you subconsciously rolled your hips against the palm of his hand. “Fuck, yes.”

“Yeah?” He hummed, his middle and ring fingers pushing themselves inside of you, desperate to feel your wet walls wrapping around them.

You nodded as you rolled your head back, lips parted and wet, silently begging for just a little more. He was slowly pulling his fingers out of you, only to push them inside once again, quickly picking up a steady pace that had your mind falling blank.

You couldn’t help the subtle movement of your body as you rocked your hips against his fingers, nearly riding his hand like the desperate woman you are. You were insatiable as you leaned forward, placing your hands on his shoulders in order to press yourself further down onto his fingers.

You were fucking beautiful, he thought. Nothing compared to your beauty, not the prettiest flower, the brightest sunset, or even the bluest ocean. Nothing in his mind even came close to you. He’d be lying if he said you weren't the prettiest thing he had ever seen.

Who could blame him? Look at you. The expression on your face was peerless, your blown-out pupils, parted lips, furrowed eyebrows, flushed cheeks, fuck , all of it had Miguel in a trance. Not to mention the way you were fucking his fingers like you would his cock.

“More.” You panted, “I need more.”

“Paciencia, princesa.” He drawled as he pulled his fingers out of you before bringing his hand toward his face, shoving his fingers into his mouth, tasting you like before. He was humming and groaning in satisfaction as he licked you clean off of his hands like a man starved.

“I’ll give you what you want.” He was then lifting you off of him to lay you on the couch before standing to his feet.

You laid there impatiently, your bottom lip tucked between your teeth, watching like a hawk as he undressed himself before you. You watched as he undid the clasp of his belt, pulling the dark leather through the loops of his trousers, dropping it to the floor with a clank.

You couldn’t help the hand that snaked down your body, eager to relieve the gnawing ache between your thighs. Your sweet fingers worked slowly at your cunt, rubbing small, tight circles through the fabric of your underwear, wanton moans falling from your mouth as you kept your gaze steady on his.

Miguel shook his head in disbelief, “Do you have any idea what you do to me?” He sighed.

You smiled in response, nodding knowingly as a devilish grin tugging at the corners of your lips. With your other hand, you were pushing the wet fabric out of your way to expose your glistening cunt to him before dipping two fingers inside of your leaking hole.

“Fuck, amor.” He cursed.

With his eyes boring holes into your own, he was unzipping his pants before pulling them down his hips, allowing the fabric to pool around his feet before kicking the garment away.

Looking at the bulge hidden beneath his briefs had you subconsciously pushing your thighs together. You couldn’t wait to have him inside of you, in fact, there wasn’t anything you craved more in that moment.

He was reaching for the hem of his shirt, crossing his wrists over one another before yanking the fabric up his torso and over his head, dropping to the floor, adding to the ever-growing pile of clothing. As he was beginning to take off his maroon briefs, he was kneeling on the couch before you, eyes filled with nothing but hunger.

You felt like prey under his gaze, as if you had been running from him for so long, and he finally caught up to you and is as starved as ever. God, he was going to devour you, eat you up and swallow you whole and couldn’t be anymore more excited.

With two hands, Miguel was reaching forward to pull your sopping underwear down your legs, tossing them aside. He was then sitting you up to undo the clasp of your bra before pulling the straps down your shoulders, also tossing the garment somewhere you’d realistically never find again.

Miguel was soon situating himself between your thighs, pushing your legs on either side of his hips, the heat of his body radiating onto yours. He always looked so big like this as his body towered over yours. His beaming figure always made you nervous. Your pretty pussy glistened in the dim lighting of the living room, swollen and aching, ready for anything he’s willing to give.

Silently, Miguel drank you up as his gaze tore you apart. His usual brown eyes now glimmer a faint red as he dragged them along your pretty little body. It’s like he couldn’t decide what he wanted to do with you. His sharp eyes flitted from your kiss-swollen lips, to your throat, down to the juncture where you both meet.

He thought you looked absolutely beautiful lying beneath him–your beautiful breasts on display for him, nipples growing hard in arousal, your pretty waist and the curve of your hips. All of it had his cock twitching like no other. He could almost cum to the sight of your bare body alone.

His cock sat so eagerly between your thighs, begging for something, anything . The poor head was leaking with precum, weeping tears of desperation, aching to feel the pressure of your slick walls around it. And how it stood so impatiently, so hopeful, hungry . It was going to split you open and Miguel would make sure of it.

With his cock in his hand, he dragged the head of it along your slit, collecting your essence on the tip, creating the sinful mixture of arousal. He pushed himself against your clit, prodding the tip against the sensitive bud with increasing pressure.

The moans that fell from your lips were nothing but needy–sultry whines and little gasps of air as he continued to tease your cunt had you sounding like a broken record.

Miguel groaned in response to your pretty little sounds, his voice that low and guttural. There was nothing he loved more than your sweet voice, especially when you get all needy and whiny like this.

“This pussy is all mine.” He muttered as his hand was reaching down to play with your slick cunt, picking up where you left off.

You nodded in agreement, pursing your lips together at the feeling of him pressing the pad of his thumb against your clit, tracing slow circles around the bud. He was soon dragging his fingers down to dip them inside of you, admiring the way you took him in so easily.

Of course you appreciated the time he took to prepare you, but you couldn’t stand the torment of it. It was absolute torture laying there, watching him take his sweet time, making sure you’re all stretched out for his cock, but quite frankly, you were growing impatient.

“Miggyyy.” You whined, your hips bucking forward in a vein attempt to get more out of his teasing hand.

He only laughed at your desperation, a small chuckle, one from the depths of his chest, one that had you completely spiraling. You could feel his voice in the pit of your stomach, his tone like kindle to an ever-growing flame.

“Tell me you want it then.” He was taking his cock in his hand like before, prodding it lazily against your sloppy hole, “Tell me you need me and only me.”

“I need you, baby, you know I do.” You cried, voice wavered and needy, “I need you to fuck me, please. Please?”

Your pride was long gone, swept away and blown out of the window. You’d beg for him for as long as he’d want you to, just as long as he’d turn you into a cum-drunk slut by the end of it. The only thing that plagued your mind was the thought of being stuffed full of him. The thought alone had you on the verge of tears.

Miguel didn’t need much convincing if any at all, he just loved when you get like this, all needy and desperate. He couldn’t ignore the painful throb of his cock as it laid against your cunt, his aching balls round and full of cum, eager to fill you up in the most sinful way.

“Gonna let me fuck you, cariño, hm? Is that what you want?” He hummed as he was beginning to line himself up with your dripping heat, his eyes still following yours. “Gonna let me show you how much I love this pussy?”

You nodded eagerly, desperate to take anything he’s willing to give like the good girl he knows you are. The swarming excitement you felt as you impatiently waited for him to slip himself inside of you had you whining in restless anticipation.

You released a breath you didn’t realize you were holding, “Show me.”

It was sudden, warm, and well fucking worth the wait. The stretch of his cock as he slowly pushed himself inside of you is something that would never grow old–the longing, the burn, the relief . It was all too much, you could almost cry.

The shared gasp as he pushed past the brief resistance of your walls was like oxygen to a rampant flame. As he bottomed out, heavy balls kissing the fat of your ass, there’s a soft cry of his name that feels like cold water dripping down his searing skin.

“Oh my… fuck.” It was quiet, more to himself if anything, but God, did you hear it.

With a slack jaw, Miguel pulled out slowly, admiring the shiny layer of arousal you left behind. He was slow as he pushed himself back inside of you, afraid moving too quickly would have him cumming far too soon.

It lasted for a while too–the slow, ponderous pace. You were nothing but impatient as you pushed your hips forward, desperate whines falling from your lips like some insatiable dog.

Obeying your silent pleads, Miguel drew his hips back on final time before sitting up on his knees, readjusting himself. He was then leaning forward to push his lips against yours while shoving himself inside of you, picking up a merciless pace.

His lips were like water to a fire as he fucked you into a whimpering mess. The tenderness of his kisses in contrast to the harsh thrust of his hips had your mind going hazy. You could hardly keep up as you laid before him, taking everything like his good little girl.

“Mine.” He muttered, lips still slotted against yours, “You're all mine.”

You let a moan fall from your mouth in agreement. Miguel swallowed all of your pretty sounds, loving and cherishing them. Your voice was his favorite melody, like the random major note in minor songs.

As he pulled away from you, you couldn’t help but to lift your head up, chasing his fleeting lips. Your frown was short lived as it was soon turned into gasps of pleasure at the feeling of him trailing wet, openmouthed kisses down your throat.

His lips were warm and soft as he pressed them to the tight flesh of your neck, licking and nipping at the sensitive skin. There was not a doubt in your mind that he was leaving behind the prettiest marks for him to admire later.

He was eventually dragging his tongue down your neck and along your collarbone, leaving the shiniest trail of saliva in his wake. His lips were like hot metal, branding you, marking you with his touch so that the thought of having you wouldn’t even cross another man’s mind.

“Mine.” It was almost a growl.

He was hovering your chest, lips brushing the space between your breasts, nose pressed to your sweet skin. You could feel the warmth of his breath as it fanned your chest with every exhale.

His gaze never left yours as he lowered his face, his lips now pressed to the valley between your breasts. He left kiss after kiss, moving between both of your tits with increasing keenness. The feeling of him slipping one of your nipples into his mouth is what had your back arching up off the couch.

Both of his hands were sliding up your waist to take your breasts into his palms, kneading and groping them, rolling your nipples between his fingers. He was eventually pushing the fat of your tits together before stuffing his face into them.

His tongue was quickly slipping past his lips to lick at the flesh, leaving a messy trail of saliva along each of your breasts. He hummed in satisfaction while he kissed and nipped at you, savoring the taste of you on his tongue.

Every breath, every groan, and every whimper that left his lips was absorbed into your skin, his sounds sending vibrations throughout your body. God, he loved all of you and your breasts were no exception.

“These are mine.” He breathed, lips still pressed to the fat of your chest.

You sucked in a tight breath, eyebrows furrowing at the feeling of his warm tongue gliding along your skin. You could only feel yourself growing wetter as he devoured your tits like it’s the last meal he’d ever have.

You could hardly register him pulling out of you to kneel on the floor in front of the couch. He was quickly pulling you toward his face by your hips, draping your legs over his shoulders. He was soon stuffing his face between your legs, licking a long strip up your slit.

“Mig–fuck, it’s too much.” You whined, your hips stuttering against his face.

Miguel shook his head as he began to wrap his lips around your clit, sucking on the sensitive bud with growing fervor. It’s his pussy anyway, he can do whatever he wants with what’s his.

Two hands were flying up to card through his hair, your fingers harshly gripping the roots. You were nothing but greedy as you pulled him impossibly closer, shamelessly grinding your cunt against his face.

Miguel would be one hell of a liar if he said the feeling of you tugging at his hair didn’t have his cock throbbing between his legs. The drip of precum from the tip of his wet cock was creating the most sinful pool of arousal on the carpet.

There was absolutely nothing in the world that made Miguel harder than eating you out, especially when you’d use him for your own pleasure. The taste of your pussy on his tongue was intoxicating, he could feel himself growing drunk from your saccharine flavor.

Moan after moan fell from your lips as he pushed you closer and closer to an inevitable orgasm. You rolled your hips against his tongue, back arching up off the couch at every sudden flick of the wet muscle.

“My pretty pussy.” He was running his tongue through your cunt, “So pretty n’ wet for me, fuck.” He moaned.

He just couldn’t get enough of you, so when he pushes your thighs apart, pinning them to the cushion of the couch in order to see more of your cunt, you really can’t be surprised, can you?

Miguel was backing away slightly to steal a glimpse of your pussy. He loved the way it glistened in a mixture of saliva and arousal. He even loved the faint pulse of your dripping hole as it fluttered around nothing, silently begging him to do something, anything . Though he loved it all, it still wasn’t enough, not nearly as messy as he would like.

Miguel was gathering saliva in his mouth, allowing it to pool behind on the tip of his tongue before puckering his lips and spitting it onto your cunt. He was then smearing himself all over you, fingers gliding between your folds and dipping inside of you. He even took it upon himself to smear it between the slit of your ass.

“Miggy, fuck.” You gasped as you felt the cool, unforgiving air of the living room kiss your cunt.

He could almost cum at this salacious sight of you–your wet, little cunt on display for him, chest heaving with arousal, your furrowed eyebrows and blushed cheeks, fuck, Miguel was fighting the urge to release himself all over the fucking carpet.

He was muttering profanities under his breath as he was beginning to push himself up from the floor in order to kneel on the couch like before. It wasn’t long because he was pulling you toward him to hover over you, his warm gaze eating you up like you’d disappear if he were to take his eyes off of you.

“M’gonna fuck you until you cum all over me, baby. You want that?” He hummed as he was beginning to push himself inside of you like before. “Want me to make you cum?”

You nodded blankly, grimacing at the sound of your sopping cunt taking him in with such greediness. The sound was obscene as he picked up his pace–lewd squelching combined with skin against skin had your stomach aching with the need to cum.

“God, you’re my good fuckin’ girl.” He moaned, his head dipping down to rest within the crook of your neck, “All mine… no one else’s, you hear me?” His lips pressed to your throat.

“Y-yours… m’yours.” You whimpered, rolling your head back to give him more access to your skin.

“Again.” He whispered.

“Fuck, I’m yours, Miguel, all yours.” You cried, your voice sweet like honey in his ears, “All of me belongs to you, okay?” Your hands were coming up to rest on his cheeks, palms warm and inviting.

He could only groan in response before nodding his head in approval. You were right. All of you belonged to him–your heart, your body, your soul . You weren’t ashamed to admit it either. Being his is what you’re most proud of. He’s the greatest prize in your eyes as you are in his eyes.

Your reassurance is all he ever needs. Hearing your sweet reminders from time to time is what keeps Miguel sane. He would spiral if it weren’t for your constant words of affirmation. They always turn him into a sappy mess and whenever you’d tell him how much you love and appreciate him, he always seems to melt, so that’s what you did.

“I love you, baby… so much.” You whispered as you pulled him close for a sloppy kiss, “Always been so good to me.”

His hips stuttered at your words, thrusts growing messy and haphazard as he hastily kissed you back.“Te amo mucho, cariño.”

That winding coil in the pit of your stomach, begging to be released only grew tighter and tighter. You could feel the pulse of your walls around his cock, silently warning him of the impending orgasm.

“You gonna cum?” He cooed as he was bringing a hand down to play with your clit, tracing small, tight circles around the sensitive bud, encouraging your looming orgasm.

You squeaked a small mhm in response, eyes falling shut as you felt your orgasm creeping up your neck. His voice only pushed you further. It was way too soon but you couldn’t help it. He was sending you so far, stringing you along so thin, beckoning you to cum all over him and it was fucking working.

“Cum for me, my pretty baby, c’mon.” He encouraged, “Cum for me like I know you want to.”

It happened all too fast. Your poor brain couldn't register the orgasm that coursed through you. The feeling of your abdomen tightening and the fluttering of your soft walls around his cock made it nearly impossible for you to breathe. Your head fell empty as your long awaited orgasm finally took over your limp body, leaving you a whimpering, stuttering mess. That feeling would always be unmatched.

“Fuck, that’s it. Oh my God, mira que hermosa eres.” He was leaning down to kiss you again, fucking you through your orgasm as he desperately chased his own.

As he continued you fuck you, the force of his thrusts had your cum leaking out of you and onto the couch, creating the messiest little puddle beneath you. He could feel his own stomach tightening as his cock twitched inside of you, beads of precum leaking into your cunt.

"Oh, f-fuck, you make me wanna cum so bad, baby." Miguel stuttered as his head fell back to face the ceiling. “Please, can I cum inside? Please- fuck , cariño, please?” He begged.

You nodded eagerly, desperate to feel his warm cum inside of you, you’d do anything for it. “I need it… need your cum–want your babies, Miggy.”

“Fuck, don’t say that, hermosa.” He whined.

You shook your head, “I need it, make me yours… wanna show everyone m’yours.” You whispered.

Miguel didn’t need much convincing at all. He’d be lying to himself if he said the thought of fucking a baby into you has never crossed his mind. It’d be the unparalleled way in making sure everyone knows who exactly you belong to. Far more efficient than a simple love bite that’d eventually fade with time. He craved something a little more permanent. And what better way is there than to get you all round and plump with his child? The thought alone had him on the brink of cumming.

“God, you want it, don’t you?” He was bringing a hand down to rest on your cheek, “You want me to fuck a baby in you? Get you fuckin’ pregnant?”

You nodded frantically. There was nothing you needed more in that moment.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck–okay, baby. Whatever you want, I’ll give it to you.” He moaned.

His whiny moans soon turned into broken ones, each of them interrupted with a dog-like pant. His chest heaved as he felt his lower stomach beginning to tighten with a tension that was mere seconds away from snapping. Eventually, that winding coil in the pit of his stomach broke, releasing itself in several spurts of milky-white cum, coating your walls in his thick seed.

“Gonna make you a mommy, fuck.” He whined as he continued to fuck you through his orgasm, ensuring that his cum was nice and deep inside of you.

He stayed still for a while, cock buried inside of you, his cum leaking from your cunt. Truthfully, he didn’t want to move, he wanted to stay inside of you until the end of time, all warm and happy. God, it was hot, too hot. And the proximity of his body to yours didn’t make it any better, but you wouldn't trade it for a goddamned thing.

His forehead was pressed to yours, breath fanning your lips as he held himself above you. All that could be heard was the shared erratic breaths as you tried to calm each other's heartbeats. Though he had to will himself to, he was eventually pulling out of you to lay beside you on the couch, stuffing himself into the small space between you and the backrest.

Miguel pulled you impossibly closer as a hand slipped between your thighs. You could feel his fingers gliding through your slit before dipping inside of you, stuffing his leaking cum back inside of you. He only shushed you as you whined his name, telling you that he doesn't want any of his cum going to waste.

When he was satisfied, he began kissing your neck softly as he dragged his fingers along your body, tracing sweet little shapes against the warm skin. It was quiet for a while, a comfortable quiet. The two of you laid still, basking in the scent of each other, mentally adding this moment to the arbitrary file cabinet in the back of your minds.

Miguel finally spoke, breaking the comforting silence, “Please tell me I can take our baby on missions with me.”

“Absolutely not.”

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Incorrect Quotes - Part 2

All of these were taken from Pinterest - again, I am not this funny

Special thank you to @sinfully-yoursss for asking for another one!

Max: Do you ever do anything except whine like a little bitch? Y/n: Sometimes I whine like a BIG bitch

Arthur (propping his feet up on a table): So, I heard you like bad boys Y/n: What? No??? Arthur (immediately taking his feet off the table): Oh thank God, that felt terrible

Christian: Where’s Y/n and the child? Toto: Y/n is teaching him how to drive Christian: Y/n never learned to drive??????

*Meanwhile*

Y/n: So there’s two pedals. Sometimes three but you can ignore the left one Kimi: I don’t think…. Y/n: the lines on the road are more like suggestions than anything, like the speed limit Kimi: Are you positive that… Y/n: I’m not sure how to turn on the blinkers. Ready? Kimi: Uhhhhh Y/n (shouting): GO GO GO GO Kimi (screaming) *floors it*

Nurse: I’m sorry sir, we can only allow family to see Miss L/n at this time Christian: bold of you to assume I won’t legally adopt her right now Y/n (sleepy, inside the hospital wing): you tell ‘em dad!

Max: Your honor, my client is ready Judge: And what does the defendant plead? Max (mouthing the words): not guilty Y/n (squinting at Max): hot milky Max (facepalms): take her away

Y/n: Deck the halls with crippling depression Charles: Fa la la la la, la la la la Y/n: ‘Tis the season for emotional suppression Arthur: Fa la la la la, la la la la Max (passing through): what???

Y/n (on the phone): Hey Lance, can Arthur and I borrow $5000? Lance: Why the hell do you need $5000?! Y/n: For an escape room. Lance: What kind of escape room costs 5 grand?? Y/n: Y/n: Jail.

Max (answers phone): hello? Y/n: It’s Y/n Max: What did she do this time Y/n: no, it’s me, Max Max: what did you do this time

Y/n (on the floor): Go on…without me! Lando (crying while kneeling beside her): No! We can get through this together, just like we always do! Y/n: There’s no time! You must defend our honor. Don’t let my death be for nothing! Lando (sobbing): I can’t do this without you! Y/n: Goodbye, old friend….(goes limp) Oscar (whispering to Max): They do realize this is just a dodgeball game, right? Max (aiming at Lando): Oscar, this is war. Show no mercy.

Oscar: One day, someone will think about you for the last time in eternity. You will be forgotten by the world Y/n: not if I eat the Mona Lisa

Yuki: I’m small but knowing Y/n: You don’t be knowing what the top shelf looks like Yuki: Y/n: Yuki: Bitch

Y/n: Go big or go home! Vito (tears in his eyes): I am begging you, Y/n. For once in your life, go home. Just this once. Go. Home. Y/n: I’m gonna go big

Y/n: I will do a lot of thing. But admitting I’m cold to Max after he told me to bring a jacket isn’t one of them

Max: I sleep with a knife beside my bed Carlos: I have a machete under my bed Logan: I have a gun under my pillow Arthur: Weak. Pathetic. All of you Max: And what deadly weapon do you sleep with? Arthur (putting on shades): Y/n

Arthur: I will speak French between your legs Y/n: That is the hottest thing I’ve ever been told Lando: I’m just imagining someone screaming “Bonjour” to a dick Daniel: SACRE BLEAU MADEMOISELLE HON HON HON TITTY CROISSANTS Logan (wheezing): TITTY CROISANTS Max: None of you should ever be having sex

Y/n: Hey do you know anyone who can teach me how to play the trumpet? Alex: Why? Y/n: I wanna wander around the paddock and annoy Esteban Logan: Technically, you don’t actually need to know how to play it for that Y/n: You have opened my eyes Logan

Max (not looking up from his book): what did he do now? Y/n: HE SMILED Max: At you? Y/n: No, at Oscar and Ollie but HE LOOKS LIKE AN ANGEL Max: go away Y/n: shut up, I watched you pine over Charles for months – let me have this Max: carry on

Arthur: I came up with a brilliant idea for a prank Y/n: Ooh, what is it? Arthur: We should kiss. Y/n: …I don’t get it Arthur: Think about it! Imagine Max and Charles come into the garage, only to find us making out, hands all over each other. You can sit in my lap and we’ll really just go to town. Max will be like “WHAAAAAAA” and Charles might even faint! Y/n: Oh, that’s hilarious! We totally should

Esteban: The math problem isn’t so hard, it’s just a simple repetition of- Y/n (frustrated): You’re a simple repetition Esteban: Y/n: Charles: Did Y/n really just hurt Esteban’s feelings Max: I’m so freakin proud

Y/n (googling): snake bite leg what to do Google: elevate and apply pressure Y/n (lifting the snake really high): apologize or else

Y/n: with all due respect Y/n: Y/n: which is none

Toto: If you took a shot for every time you made a bad decision, how drunk would you be? Kimi: Maybe a little tipsy? George: Drunk. Y/n: Wasted. Lewis: Dead.

Esteban: Could you at least try to be nice? Y/n: You’re still breathing. That’s me being nice.

Oscar: Hey do you have a bag I can borrow? Zhou: The only bags I have are the ones under my eyes, and they’re specifically designed to carry the burden of my existence Oscar: Literally all you had to do was say no

Max (at Y/n’s funeral): Can I have a moment alone with her? Arthur: Of course *leaves* Max (leaning over the coffin): Now listen, I know you’re not dead Y/n: no duh

Y/n: Ow! Oscar: You dislocated your shoulder. Want me to pop it back in? Y/n (grimacing): Yeah…okay Oscar: All right, on 3….0, 1 *pops shoulder back in* Y/n: MOTHERFU- WHO THE HELL STARTS AT 0

Yuki: Hey Y/n, did you eat all the powdered donuts? Y/n: …No? Yuki: Then what’s that white powder on your pants Y/n (panicking): cocaine

Y/n: Max, I think you should play the role of my father Max: I don’t want to be your father Y/n: That’s perfect. You already know your lines

Lando: Can I be frank with you guys? Y/n: I don’t know how changing your name is going to help us here, but sure? Charles: Wait, can I still be Charles? Oscar: Shh, let Frank speak.

Lewis: I have a bad feeling about this. Y/n: What do you mean? Lewis: Don’t you ever have that little voice in your head that tells you if something is going to get you in trouble? Y/n: no Lewis: That explains so much

Y/n: What do you call a fish with no eye (i)? Oscar (not looking up from his book): myxine circifrons Y/n: Y/n: fsh

George: Do you have any skeletons in your closet? Y/n: Figuratively or literally? George: Y/n, honestly, the fact that I have to specify

Mitch: I know you took the last Red Bull Y/n Y/n (internally): play dumb Y/n: Who’s Y/n? Y/n (internally): not that dumb!

Y/n: Big mood Fernando: What does that mean…big mood? Y/n: Uh well, it kind of means like, me too, I guess Fernando: Thanks

*1 week later before a race in the rain*

Oscar: I’m kind of worried about this race guys Fernando: Big mood, Piastri, big mood Oscar: Y/n what did you do?

Charles: What’s worse than a DNF at a home race? Y/n: realizing that dragons can’t blow out their birthday candles Charles: Charles: mate

Y/n: You know what? Underneath it all, you’re actually quite nice Max: Repeat that disgusting slander and you’ll be hearing from my lawyers

Carlos: Now that I have explained the answer to this problem to you for ten minutes, do you understand? Y/n: Yes. Carlos:…Are you lying to me? Y/n: Yes.

Christian: Y/n, it’s your turn to give the pre-race talk Y/n (claps hands): Fuck shit up, hit some barriers, run Charles off the road, don’t die Max (proudly): succinct and informative

Max: The FIA really seems to hate us Charles: Maybe they’re homophobic Max: We’re not a couple Charles Charles: We’re not Y/n: You’re not?

Vito: Why is Y/n in the bathroom on the floor crying? Max: She’s drunk Vito: And? Mitch: She heard that Arthur has a girlfriend Vito:…but she is Arthur’s girlfriend Max: Yeah, we know that

Max (wears lighter skinny jeans and a brighter blue Red Bull polo) Y/n: I see you’re busting out the spring colors

Oscar: How do you two normally get out of these types of messes? Lando: We don’t. Y/n: We just make a bigger mess that cancels out the first one

*Valentines Day*

Arthur (reading Y/n’s texts): Y/n just said she’s going to give me 102 minutes of pleasure tonight Max: Oh wow

*Later watching Cars 2*

Y/n: You look disappointed

Y/n: Chillax! Oscar: that’s not a word Y/n: Sometimes the ones who deny “chillax” are the ones who need to chillax the most

Y/n: You know, water is pretty crazy. It can boil you to death, freeze you to death, drown you, or spin your car out of control, throw you into the barriers and kill you. But you still need it to survive Max: Y/n, I love you, but its 3 AM

Christian: Y/n, a word. Y/n: BALLOON

Max: I have the sharpest memory! Name one time I forgot something Y/n: You left Charles in a Walmart like three weeks ago Max: I did that on purpose, try again

Vito: Y/n isn’t answering her phone Arthur: I’ll call Vito: Max and I have both tried, along with everyone else on the grid. What make you think she’ll answer? *Calls her anyway* Y/n: Hello?

Y/n: Oi, where’s your boyfriend? Max: Who? Y/n: Charles, where is he? Max: He’s not my boyfriend Y/n: Have you told him that?

Fan: Max, what motivates you? Max: My ambition and desire to push forward no matter what Fan: Y/n, what about you? Y/n: An unhealthy mix of spite, pettiness, the thirst for vengeance, and pure, relentless rage. That and a Red Bull in the morning

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bbokicidal · 10 days ago

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A Simple Analysis. | OT8 [SKZ]

Warnings: I'm gonna be straight discussing these men and their pp sizes so if you don't want to read about that then just skip this post, no biggie.

Notes: I'm just theorizing what I think they're like 'n I included some good 'ol references. Please note - these references include pictures/videos of the boys AS WELL AS pictures that are NOT the boys but are references to what I picture in my head when I write smut for them. I also need to thank @skzms because I Lowkey could not find bulge pics/vids on my own and their post really helped me out w that.

Extra Warning: There are twitter links in this post, so you know what that means!! Watch at your own discretion losers, I don't want ppl in my inbox whining that I use refs that 'don't look like them' like obv jfc let me hop on bub quick to ask Chris for a dick pic smh.

Extra extra warning: I like slowly lost the ability to think the more I wrote this because all I was doing was looking at SKZ cock so I mean. forgive me.

Chris

HEA. VY.

Heavy Heavy Heavy !!!! I said what I said !!! And if you want to know why, you can simply look at this video!! If I'm being totally honest here, I don't think he's massive down below but I do think he's a little above average at least. Maybe -- mm... six and a half inches? Pretty sure it's pretty, pink, and always leaking pre because he gets hard so easily.

Also, pretty sure it's relatively thick. I mean, we've seen it a few times before in his pants/shorts, so... definitely enough to make you whimper when he's splitting you open. <3

I'm not even gonna like. explain why I think this bc I'm pretty sure we all know but it's veiny as fuck and you cannot argue w that.

And his favorite thing is when you mention during sex how full you feel just bc of how heavy he is. :]

In conclusion: Pretty pink fat cock that is more than enough to make you feel incredible each time you fuck. <3333

Minho

This man is... packing. p a c k i n g.

Packing like I'm pretty sure it's not like thick thick but it's thick enough and it's probably more on the purple side than the pink side, and it's so fucking long--

Not as heavy as Chan but definitely bigger. Bigger, longer, one pretty blue vein running up the side. Literally so perfect and just the right size for your hands to fit around. Also not too long to the point where it hurts to take it but definitely... big. Seven, at least. At. Least.

And his favorite thing is when you whine about how he's fucking you so good that you might die. Dunno why that comment specifically gets to him, but he makes sure to fuck you a little deeper after that.

In conclusion: pretty cock for a pretty man and so fucking yummy.

Changbin

Okay look people might disagree but I think Binnie's a lil on the smaller side !!

Now look. I'm not saying 'bah this bitch has a small cock' I'm just saying it's not a cervix-kisser like a few of the men on this list. It's just right!! It's the perfect size to be perfectly comfortable when fucking and he knows that 'n he's happy with it. (I'm thinking five, bc five is a comfy size.)

However.

He will ABSOLUTELY split you wide fucking open with how thick he is. This man has the chubbiest, pink, mouth-watering, pussy-dripping, eyes-rolling-back, tears running down your thighs, cock ever !!! He's gotta prep you for so fucking long and there is always soooo much foreplay to you two having sex because he's just so thick that if you don't prep lots it's gonna hurt a lil and Bin really really just wants to take care of you. :(((

And his favorite thing is seeing the way you struggle to take him in your mouth because of how thick he is. :]]]]]

In conclusion: best cock on this list. <3

Hyunjin

Hoh. My God.

Hyunjin,,,, ... Hyunjin's packing a fucking rod of a cock, I can't even lie to you. I'm like 90% sure it's at least eight inches and if it isn't then I'm dead. Y'all thought Minho was big? LAWD have mercy, Hyunjin's got a fucking PIPE on him. A third leg, if you will. Shit slaps his thigh when he walks if he don't wear briefs.

SO. PRETTY. I keep saying all their cocks are pretty BC THEY ARE I JUST KNOW IT but Hyunjin's cock is actually fucking gorgeous like it's the type where even if you're someone who's like "I don't like dick pics" and he sends you one?? you're like "omg y'know what I've had an epiphany"

Not like heavy or thick like the others but soooo long, soooo pretty, soooo mouth watering. The type of cock that has you actually drooling and getting fucked dumb every time he puts it in you.

And his favorite thing is when you do just that ^ and go all quiet n whimpery during sex because your brain is mushy.

In conclusion: Monster cock and no one can convince me otherwise !!

Jisung

Mm, okay. I think it's -- average?? But see I dunno why but I'm picturing a little on the thinner side. (AND NO THAT ISN'T MY SUB JI SUPREMACY MINDSET SPEAKING) but just bc it's a little thinner doesn't mean it's not heavy !!!

And even though it only might be like - five and a half, it's still so cute and so pretty and so fucking tasty!!!

Also like a firm believer that he jerks it at least twice a day, sorry not sorry.

And his favorite thing is when you blow him because you just take it so well and he loves seeing it all disappear down your throat <33 mm mm mmmm !!

In conclusion: Mmmm,,, cutest cock on the list <3

Felix

Y'all keep saying Felix has a little cock just bc you enjoy Twink Felix and look - I too enjoy Twink Felix but I also believe in frat boy Felix supremacy SO -

Big dick Felix in the building !!!

Pretty sure he's above average. Like, 6 or 6 and a half, maybe?? SO pretty, cut, pink, so so cute, so fucking yummy looking.

Easily like, the slickest cock on the list. And if you know what I mean, you know what I mean. if you don't that too bad ig.

The type of cock you wanna like. put in your mouth forever and just never stop giving him head fr.

And his favorite thing is when you jerk him because sometimes he just doesn't have the energy or care but he wants it. Plus your hands look so much better on it than his do. :ccc <333

In conclusion: Pretty, big, hefty cock that fills you up soooo good. Also constantly leaking cum n making a mess but you didn't hear that from me !!!!

Seungmin

Y'all,,, I'm not just saying this because I'm a Seungmin bias but,,,

This man has a fucking. rod. Not like Hyunjin-length rod but rod that's like at least seven inches and I refuse to believe otherwise because have you seen the,,,,

Fucking!!Monster!!Of!!A!!Cock!!!!

Thick! So thick! So heavy! Rivals Chris w how heavy he is !!

And his favorite thing is when you choke on it because raaahhh!!! (im not okay)

In conclusion: 2Min Monster Cock Squad

Jeongin

Holy God y'all.

Think I mentioned it once in a post where I was like, "P sure Jeongin has a big dick because as soon as he hit 21 he had this massive boom in confidence n I'm p sure it's bc his dick grew like 6 inches"

Sooooo,,, pretty sure he's also in the monster cock squad.

Like, at least seven inches, again. So big, so tasty. The type of cock that makes you pray to God it won't rip you apart because I just know he fucks hard, bro.

And his favorite thing is when you actually scream during sex because of how good he makes you feel. <3

In conclusion: Jeongin big dick supremacy, we all know he's packing a fucking log of summer sausage in his boxers.

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taurasiluvr · 5 months ago

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how you can help palestine

★ req. "I NEED size kink kate smut pls and thank you 🫶🫶"

⠀ ── ⠀warnings ;; nsfw under the cut, mdni. fingering + oral (r. receiving), sweet soft sex, kate praising you 80% of this fic. just think of the sweetest smut fic imaginable.

⠀ ── ⠀rylin's notes ;; can't imagine kate as a hard-dom genuinely she seems like she talks you through everything, she is the ultimate praiser. also i did get a bit carried away and slightly lost the size kink element somewhere toward the end but it's definitely there in the beginning, nonetheless - i hope you guys enjoy!

⠀ ── ⠀word count ;; 955

kate slid her hand on to your naked stomach, her hand practically covering the entirety of it. her breath catching in her throat as her eyes took in how small your entire body just in comparison to her hand.

kate's eyes darkened with a mix of awe and something deeper, more primal. she gently caressed your soft skin, her fingers tracing delicate patterns that sent shivers down your spine.

"god, you're so perfect," she murmured, almost to herself. there was a reverence in her voice, as if she were in the mere presence of something precious and fragile.

you bit your lip, feeling a mix of vulnerability and excitement under her intense gaze. "kate..."

she looked up, meeting your eyes with a soft, yet intense expression. "can't help it. the way you fit against me, the way my hand covers so much of you... it drives me crazy."

she leaned in to begin peppering kisses all over your collarbone and neck, eliciting soft whimpers from your mouth. the sensation of kate's lips on your skin sent a cascade of shivers through your body. her kisses were soft and deliberate, as you clung to her, your fingers tangling in her hair as she continued her affectionate assault on your neck and collarbone.

"kate..." you breathed out, your voice barely a whisper.

she pulled back just enough to meet your gaze, her eyes dark with intensity. "love how you respond to me," she murmured, her voice husky. "every little sound, every little shiver... it makes me go crazy."

her hand continued to explore your body, moving from your stomach to your waist, her touch firm yet gentle. she guided you to lie back, her body hovering over yours, creating a cocoon of warmth and security around you.

"you have no idea what you do to me," kate whispered, her lips brushing against your ear. "how perfect you are to me."

you felt a rush of emotion at her words, your heart swelling with love. you reached up, cupping her face in your hands and pulling her down for a deep, passionate kiss. her lips moved against yours with a fervor that matched your own, both of you lost in the overwhelming connection you shared.

kate's hand slowly began sliding down your waist to your thighs, slowly spreading them open. you let out a sigh in the kiss, your head fall back as her lips began dropping down to your jaw.

her kisses continued their descent, finding sensitive spots along your neck and collarbone, each one eliciting soft moans from your lips. "baby..." you breathed out, your voice trembling with need.

kate paused for a moment, her eyes meeting yours, filled with an intense mix of adoration and desire. "you're everything to me," she whispered, her voice husky. "wanna make you feel as amazing as you make me feel."

with that, her lips resumed their journey, moving lower and lower, while her hand caressed your thigh, sending waves of pleasure through your body. every touch, every kiss was an expression of her love, making you feel cherished and desired in a way that words could never fully convey.

kate found her way in between your legs, spreading them further apart until you were completely at her mercy. she leaned in, pressing a kiss to your clothed pussy before she took it off slowly, discarding on the bed somewhere.

"so pretty," she mumbled as she began pressing kisses all over your thighs. you let out a soft moan, your hands tangling in the sheets as you tried to ground yourself against the overwhelming sensations.

kate's hands caressed your legs, her touch firm and reassuring, a perfect counterbalance to the gentle kisses she placed on your skin.

"oh fuck..." you whispered, your voice trembling with anticipation and need.

she paused, her eyes meeting yours, a smile playing on her lips. "love seeing you like this," she murmured. "completely undone, just for me."

with that, she resumed her ministrations, her lips moving closer and closer to your most sensitive area. the anticipation was almost too much to bear, your body aching for her touch. when her lips finally met your soaking core, a cry of pleasure escaped your lips, your back arching off the bed.

kate's movements were slow and deliberate, her tongue and lips working in perfect harmony to draw out every ounce of pleasure. you were lost in the sensation, your hands reaching down to tangle in her hair, holding her close as she brought you to the brink of ecstasy.

kate slipped in a finger into your soaking pussy, causing another sweet moan to leave your lips. that encouraged her further as she closed her eyes so she could really soak in everything about you. she'd done this many of times but every time felt even more special than the last.

she curled her finger inside of you as her tongue began circling your clit, your back arching off the bed. every touch, every kiss was an expression of her love, making you feel cherished and desired in a way that words could never fully convey.

and with a final, exquisite movement, she sent you over the edge, your body writhing in pleasure as you cried out her name. kate held you through it all, her touch grounding you, her kisses gentle and soothing.

as the intensity of the moment began to fade, she moved up to lie beside you, pulling you into her arms. you nestled against her, feeling completely at peace, your heart full of love for the incredible woman beside you.

"i love you," she whispered, her lips brushing against your forehead.

"i love you too," you replied, your voice filled with sincerity and contentment.

if you enjoyed, any interaction is greatly appreciated!

with love, rylin 𝜗𝜚

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slttygeto · 1 year ago

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WHISPERED PROMISES—S. SHINICHIRO

જ⁀➴ synopsis: you meet shinichiro one day when he’s working in his shop. you’re sweet, nice and there’s an obvious tension between you two. you feel like a teenager with the way he’s making you nervous, but you accept to go on a date with him. things only get better from there.

જ⁀➴ content warning: so much fluff i almost cried, fem!reader, you and shin have the biggest crush on each other, he’s so sweet and respectful, eventual smut, mentions of a breeding kink, protected sex, fingering, oral (fem! receiving), pussy whipped shinichiro, dirty talk, lots of kisses, shin has a big dick<3

જ⁀➴word count: 7,9k (lord have mercy)

જ⁀➴note: a great thank you to @mztoman for commissioning me again!! I got so carried with this fic, the plot was just so good!!

COMMISSIONS ARE STILL OPEN: 1 SLOT LEFT.

COMMENTS AND REBLOGS ARE MUCH APPRECIATED!

Working on weekends was Shinichiro’s least favorite thing about his job. He tried his best to make it a good experience, he really did, but he was tired from a long week of working eight hours a day (and sometimes more when there was an emergency). And so, small things got on his nerves.

His lunchbox wouldn’t open, he forgot to pack chopsticks with him, he forgot to put water in his mini-fridge, the air conditioner was barely working—good lord, he was getting so annoyed.

Ring!

Oh great, a customer visiting when he was at his wits ends. Shinichiro stands up from his crouching position next to the bike he was working on. He grabs the rug that was attached to his pants and wipes his hands. He was expecting the usual type of customers; rude, stubborn, the know-it-all who tried to explain to him his own job and how it’s done. All in all, unlikeable.

Though, he is pleasantly surprised when he finds a girl standing at the door, looking around his shop with heart eyes. You looked so lost in your thoughts, your hands gripping your hand bag so tightly (from nervousness? Shinichiro wasn’t sure). Your stance was polite, and you looked in awe at his work. Maybe working today wasn’t such a bad idea if his first customer of the day is someone like you.

He brushes off the thoughts, telling himself that you looked young—no, way too young for someone like him. Plus, he wasn’t exactly the luckiest with girls. He’s had his fair share of hookups, tried to be in relationships, but things just never worked out for him.

He rolls his shoulders as he approaches you, greeting you with a wave. He was tall, had a smile that had you feeling a little dizzy—good god, this man was attractive. Whether it be the way he carried himself, or how he wiped the dirt off his hands, you could tell that he was hardworking and truly loved his job.

“Hi, welcome to our shop.” He really hoped that his voice wouldn’t crack and embarrass him. Technically, it was his shop and he was proud of it. It wasn’t exactly the fanciest out there, but it was his pride and joy. The display of the many bikes that he owned always caught people’s attention outside and left him grinning from ear to ear.

“Hello, thank you, I didn’t think anyone was here,” you were nervous, he could tell by watching you relax and clench your hands more than once.

“Well, someone has to be here,” he jokes and for a second, he can tell you were glad that he did. His playful remark somehow made you relax, and you let out a slightly less nervous giggle (which sounded so fucking adorable).

“You’re right, my bad.” You start looking around the shop again, and the man thinks it’s time to try to get to know you a little better. How can he do that without appearing to be invading your personal space? Should he immediately ask for your name? No, that’s too bold. Maybe…Maybe taking the professional approach will work.

“Can I see your driver’s license?” Very subtle.

You don’t hesitate as you pull it out and hand it to the tall man, and you watch as his eyes scan it for a good five seconds before humming in approval.

You were indeed younger, but only four years younger than him, really fucking attractive. He thought that there is no way you were single, but then again there was no ring on your finger—should he just ask you if you were in a relationship? Nu-uh, too soon.

“Alright, and how can I help you?”

“I am here to fix my friend’s bike for her birthday,”

“Oh you have a biker friend? So you know a little about them?”

“Only the basics, I’m more of an avid fan of the races rather than a participator.” You let out a chuckle, rubbing the back of your neck. You weren’t lying, you did enjoy watching more than riding them. But only because you tried before and failed miserably, and you weren’t going to include such embarrassing detail to a handsome stranger.

“Okay, what does she need help with exactly?”

You go into detail of what had happened, and how your friend had stopped riding her motorcycle just because she was too busy saving up money for something else. And with her birthday coming up, you thought you could sneakily get a family member of hers to bring the bike to this particular shop and get it fixed right on time. Shinichiro agrees to help you, and you both settle on the price rather quickly. Now you no longer had a reason to be in the shop, but you didn’t exactly want to leave either.

“You’re not busy?”

“Not at all,” you look at the display of the many fancy motorcycles he owned, letting out a “wow” at how shiny and pretty they looked. He took good care of them.

“My name is Shinichiro, by the way.” He takes his hand out to shake yours and you accept it immediately. You try not to blush at how rough his hand felt, evidence of true hard work. Could he get any more attractive?

“Nice to meet you, Shinichiro,” you grin at the man, and feel him squeeze your hand tightly before relaxing. He seemed like he wanted to say something, but hesitated and thought ‘nevermind’. But the longer you stayed in his shop, the more obvious it was to the man that if you left the shop without his number, he would be the one to call himself a loser. No need for Benkei and Wakasa to do that for him.

“So, uh…” His lips part, his hand comes to the back of his neck and your heart picks up its pace. You could see that the tips of his ears were turning red, and his hand hadn’t let go of yours. “This is a little unprofessional of me…” He mumbles to himself. He sighs and you chuckle and at the dilemma he seems to be in, but that sound alone seems to encourage him to speak more. He wants to hear you laugh again, you seemed very comfortable with what was happening.

“Would you like to go out sometime? I’d like to know you better, you seem like a really nice girl and—“

“Absolutely.” You don’t let him go on with his little ramble, only flash him a nervous grin. The apples of your cheeks were as red as his, and it truly felt like two teenagers confessing to one another. You loved a man that made you feel like this.

“Oh?” He grins back, and his hand slides down from his nape to the back pocket of his jeans. “Great, when are you available?”

“Tomorrow, my place.” Shinichiro almost chokes on his saliva at your words. Your place? It was too early for that, not that he minded—but he wanted to be a gentleman, wait at least a few dates before even trying to get in bed with you—

Sensing that he was malfunctioning, your other hand slides on top of the hand that was holding yours and you squeeze it in reassurance.

“You don’t have to if you’re not comfortable. I just thought going to a restaurant would be a waste of money—and personally, I love cooking. We can just watch a movie and hang out?” You felt like such a breath of fresh air. Somehow, feeling your skin against his made him immediately relax.

It’s not the idea of coming to your place that scared him, he just always thought you only do that after a while of dating. But here you were, suggesting that an indoor date would be better and cheaper than at a restaurant. Plus, he felt like he could get to know you better if you’re sitting on the couch together alone rather than in a place filled with people.

“I love the idea. So, tomorrow?”

“8PM, how does that sound?”

“Perfect.”

After exchanging phone numbers, you and Shinichiro practically texted almost all night. You talked about everything and nothing, almost forgetting to send him your location. Turns out, you didn’t really live that far away from his own place, nearly less than a five minute walk.

He was really nervous. He didn’t tell anyone about the date, made up some bullshit of a lie that he was going out for a few hours and his friends were already eyeing him weird. He simply wanted to take his time with you. Your chemistry seemed promising even though you’ve known each other for less than a day.

He didn’t want to get his hopes up, and if you were going to choose not to go out on a date with him again, he could at least keep it a secret to himself.

Since you were the one cooking tonight, Shinichiro thought it would be rude if he didn’t bring anything with him. So he got a bouquet, brought board games with him and some drinks just in case. He felt stupid for not having asked you beforehand what kind of drinks you liked, but he was almost at your place. No time for regrets.

You had also told him to dress comfortably. You were going to chill in your living room for a while, and you wanted your date to feel as natural as possible. So here he was, dressed in a white hoodie and some grey sweatpants, his hair was still slightly wet from the quick shower he took after getting off work, and he hoped that he wouldn’t catch a cold.

Arriving at your doorstep, the man was more than sure that this was your place. You had a cute doormat with the word ‘WELCOME’ written in bold, along with two huge plants on either side of it. If your doorstep felt this cozy, he could only imagine what the inside looks like.

Knock, knock, knock.

He waits approximately three seconds before he hears the sound of you running barefoot to the doorstep, a muffled “I’m coming!” accompanied with it. You handle a few locks before opening the door, greeting him with the cutest smile he’s ever seen. He doesn’t have time to look at your outfit or tell you how nice you look before you were wrapping your arms around him. You don’t squeeze too tight, but Shinichiro feels you flinch and pull away.

“Oh, sorry! I got too excited—“ you’re blushing—fuck, you’re blushing and he’s getting butterflies in his stomach like a teenager. Shinichiro has been on enough dates to know the difference between feeling nervous and having an absolute crush on his date—it was the latter with you.

“It’s okay, I like hugs,” he places the bag full of goods on the floor and pulls you in another hug, his hand caressing your back gently. He hopes you can’t hear how loud his heart is beating, because then he would be fucked.

“You smell really good,” you mumble against his chest and you feel him hum. He leans down and you can feel his nose on top of your head—this was too intimate for a first date, but neither of you minded.

“You smell like roses,” he lets you pull away from the hug, grinning from ear to ear that his words were getting you to blush this hard.

“Thank you.” So shy, so sweet--

I swear if this doesn’t work out, I’ll never date again.

“Oh how rude of me, please come on in!” You lead him all the way inside, and Shinichiro can finally take a look at your outfit. You were wearing the cutest dress that reached right above your knees, along with a pair of fuzzy socks. You looked so comfortable and adorable, he couldn’t help the smile on his lips.

“Quite the cute outfit,” his tone is playful, it makes you pause what you were doing in the kitchen to give him a playful glare yourself.

“Yeah, yeah, I told you I wanted us to feel comfortable. It’s bad enough that my heart is about to explode,” so it wasn’t just him feeling nervous, cool.

“You’re also nervous?”

“Also?” now it’s your turn to sound playful and the man laughs at your antics. He takes a seat on your couch, and waits for you to join him. He looks around your apartment, and takes in how well thought everything seemed to be. From the candles sitting by the tiny coffee table, to the polaroids hanging on the wall—your place felt like a perfect representation of how you were as a person and as a friend; comforting and sweet.

“You got me my favorite drink!” Your excited voice pulls him out of his thoughts. He stares at you and the way your eyes seem to light up at a simple drink. He picked out the flavor very randomly, his thought process was ‘I hope she likes this’ and turns out, you did.

Lucky him. Everything he seemed to do or pick for you aligned perfectly with your preferences. Though, he couldn’t deny that he was eager to learn more about you; what you did for a living, what your favorite pet was, your sleeping schedule, your favorite place to eat—he needed to stop.

You approached the TV and grabbed your remote control before turning around to face him.

“Food is almost ready, wanna watch something in the mean time?” Shinichiro nods and you quickly take a seat next to him on the couch.

“So, what kind of shows are you into?”

The next half hour passes by rather quickly, and you end up not watching anything as you both chat on the couch. He helps you check in on the food when you gasp in horror, thinking that it got burned—but thank god, it didn’t. You talk about your childhood, what you did for a living and how things were going for you. If you had any friends living nearby, where you grew up. You appreciated how attentive the dark haired male sitting on your kitchen stool was, your heart skipped a beat every time he flashed you an adorable grin. You were absolutely doomed.

“How about you though, any friends or family living around you?” You ask as you start serving the pasta on the plates he helped setting on the table. He hums in response, but you think it was directed towards the food and how delicious it looked.

“I have two siblings, a brother and a sister.”

“Younger?”

“Yeah, how did you know?” he quirks an eyebrow at you and you shrug your shoulders.

“You give off oldest brother vibes,”

“In a good way I hope,” he teases, waiting for you to take a seat facing him.

“An amazing way, you seem very caring and selfless.” You light up the candle sitting in the middle of the table, and Shinichiro tries his best not to stare for too long when you stand up to do it. You were leaning down, the light coming from the candle made you look ten times prettier tonight.

Well, fuck me.

You catch him staring at you, the taller guy almost cooing at how you seemed to blush at his attention. A shy ‘what?’ leaves your lips and Shinichiro shakes his head in response.

“Just—you look so pretty,” he was being honest. He wasn’t trying to scare you away or seem creepy, Shinichiro was just an honest man.

“Oh please—have you seen yourself? You’re so handsome, it should be illegal!”

“Not gonna lie, I am handsome,” you stare at him in disbelief, before breaking into a laugh.

“What? My parents were very beautiful people,”

“Oh, I’m not saying otherwise. It just caught me off guard,” you giggled, grabbing your fork to eat your spaghetti.

“Plus, I look like my mom. It’s my biggest flex,” you notice how he smiles when he mentions his mom, and realize that he used the past tense when referring to his parents. Should you ask him about them or not?

“Were they nice people?” you were thankful that he caught on who you were referring to, and gave you a nod.

“The best.”

Dinner went on very smoothly with you two chatting here and there. There seemed to be no hole in your conversations, and when it suddenly got quiet, you’d immediately fill it with a new topic. Talking to him was just so fun.

He helps you clean the dishes (despite you saying he doesn’t have to) and you learn from standing next to him without your shoes on that he was a rather tall man. His stature was incredibly attractive even with a hoodie on, and he seemed to love dancing while washing the dishes.

“Oh did I tell you I have a niece?” you gasp at the revelation, almost dropping the board game he brought with him.

“You do? Show me!” he immediately whips out his phone and shows you the folder he has dedicated to pictures of him and his niece. He has approximately 500 pictures of her and she’s the sweetest girl ever.

She looks exactly like him, you almost think that he’s lying to you about being her uncle. You can definitely tell that she got her blond hair from her mom (you passed by a few pictures of the little girl with her parents), but she definitely looked like uncle’s favorite girl.

He tells you about her, how she brought some joy to his life a year ago when she was born. You listen to him and admire how his eyes are full of love when speaking of her—this man was the greenest flag you’ve ever met.

“I’d love for you to meet her, y’know if we see each other again,” he hesitates as he says the last sentence, but your hand is immediately wrapped around his arm before you squeeze it reassuringly.

“I would love to meet her,” even if you didn’t explicitly say it, you were hinting that you were looking forward to your next date together. Lucky Shinichiro.

The rest of the night is filled with laughter as you try all the board games he brought with him. Even when you got bored and decided to do something else, the man was down for whatever as long as it meant making you smile and giggle until your stomach was hurting. He loved how you seemed to encourage him whenever he doubted himself, he also noticed that your hand would always land on his back in reassurance when he lost (mostly to tease him, but you still loved feeling his muscular back through the fabric of his hoodie).

It was around 11:30PM when Shin finally decided it was time to head back home, and he had to fight the urge to kiss your lips when you sulked at the realization that it was time for him to leave.

“Man, that was too fast,” you complain as you both walk towards the door, and he chuckles at how whiny you suddenly got.

“Hey, it’s not like we won’t see each other again, yeah?” his hand landed on your back to reassure you the same way you did when he lost, and he noticed how you seemed to melt at his touch.

“Yeah,” you reply in a small voice, shy and suddenly too aware of your loud heartbeat.

Was he going to give you a hug? Kiss you? You were honestly hoping for a kiss, maybe a quick peck?

You were thinking too much.

“Thank you for tonight, I really had so much fun with you,” his hand rested at your shoulder, and you almost melted when he squeezed it. His hand was big and warm, you couldn’t stop thinking of how nice it would feel if you held it, kissed the skin or maybe traced the scars on it.

“I had so much fun too,” you reply, your hand instinctively wrapping itself around his wrist. Your thumb caresses the skin there, and while your heart was telling you that this was the right thing to do, your brain was scolding you for being so forward.

Shinichiro could swear that his heart was about to come out of his throat when your hand wrapped around his wrist. Your warm touch and caring nature had the man feeling dizzy, blushing once again like he’s never felt a woman’s touch before.

“Goodnight,” he pulls you towards him to hug you, grabbing both your arms to wrap them around his waist. This doesn’t necessarily catch you off guard since your brain had been screaming at you to wait for him to do something.

“Goodnight Shinichiro,” your head rests on his chest, a smile adorning your lips. You pull away from the hug a few seconds later, and wait for him to put on his shoes before opening the door for him.

“Text me when you get home,” you say in a low voice, trying not to disturb the neighbors and he nods.

“I will, bye!”

“Bye!” you wave at him, watching his back as he slowly walks away from your apartment. You close the door and stand there for a moment, trying to recollect your thoughts. This was by far one of the best first dates you’ve been on. Not only was Shinichiro such a sweetheart, but you had so much fun with him. You felt like you could hang out with him forever, you couldn’t wait for your next date together—fuck, perhaps you were rushing things? Maybe he wanted to wait a couple of days before calling you again, or maybe he won’t call you at all—

Knock! Knock! Knock!

Your heart stills at the sound, you almost grab your phone to call the police. But something tells you to open the door anyway, and when you do, two warm hands are grabbing your face and pulling you out of your apartment.

Shinichiro?

“What are you—“

“I wanna kiss you—can I kiss you?” he looks out of breath and his cheeks are pink. You’re not sure if it’s because of the fact that he ran, or if he was flustered. But either way, your cheeks are the same color as his when you hear his request.

“Kiss me, please.”

That was all what he needed to hear before pressing his lips against yours. His lips are warm and soft, and he kisses you so passionately that you can feel your head spinning. Your hands are balled up in fists, tightly holding onto the fabric of his hoodie to keep him closer to you. Shinichiro’s bigger frame is obvious when he kisses you, his entire form leans over you and it makes you blush even more.

Your lips move together for a few more moments before you’re both pulling away, the taller male still pressing kisses all over your face before pecking you on the lips one last time.

“Goodnight,” he says one last time, pressing a kiss to the corner of your lips before walking away from your apartment.

You close the door once again, and for a moment you feel like a main character in a romance drama. You lean your weight against the wall and feel your burning cheeks with your hands.

“Oh… my god,”

Shinichiro was going to be all you could think of for the next few days.

---

After your first date together, you and Shinichiro went on four more dates. Each one had a different vibe to it; at the fair, at a café, another date at your place and the most recent one was a cute lunch date at his bike shop. He fixed your friend’s bike but you also preferred being alone with him rather than outside with a crowd of people. Not that you didn’t appreciate the dates at the fair and the café, you were still feeling giddy from knowing each other, and so it felt more intimate to spend time together like this.

Shinichiro hadn’t asked you to be his girlfriend yet, and you were more than okay with it. You could tell he was waiting for the right moment to do it, it was adorable. There were times where it would get quiet between you two and you would find him staring at you so lovingly, it made your heart stutter in your chest.

He was about to come pick you up from your place very soon, and you remember him telling you to wear something comfortable which intrigued you. Where was he taking you exactly?

Soon after, you heard familiar three knocks at your door and almost jumped from the couch. You were so excited to see him, the part of your brain that usually embarrassed you for being so excited for a date was buried somewhere—this was Shinichiro, the same man who hugged and kissed you so passionately on your first date, held your hand at the fair and pecked your lips after winning a teddy bear for you. He got you food when you told him you were too tired to cook, and cleaned your kitchen despite you telling him he didn’t have to.

And he still hasn’t asked you to be his girlfriend yet.

You brushed off the negativity aside, trying to tell yourself that the pit in your stomach was from excitement and not disappointment. He’s been so good to you, just because he was taking too long to make things official didn’t mean he was playing you.

You hoped.

You open the door and is greeted with a good looking Shinichiro. It was dark outside, it was 9PM and so the street light made him look extra attractive.

He always looked good, but this time—wow. He was wearing a leather jacket with some jeans and a white shirt, and he had his helmet in one hand and a bouquet of flowers in the other. You tried your best not to blush at the sight of his hair slicked back, but you were so used to turning red in his presence that you just let it happen.

“Well hello there handsome,” you try to tease him, hoping that it makes your blush die down and give you a hint of confidence, but it withers away so fast when he places his helmet on the floor and pulls you into a hug. He smells so fucking good, it should be unfair.

“Hi pretty, ready for our date?” He pulls away from the hug to stare at your outfit and hums when he sees that you’re wearing shorts and a cardigan. “You look adorable.” He leans in and presses a kiss to your red cheek, and chuckles when you look down shyly.

“Thank you,”

“Still shy?” He teases, handing you the bouquet which you hold carefully.

“Shut up, it’s not my fault,” you walk back inside your place and Shinichiro waits for you by the door with his helmet. You put the bouquet of flowers in a vase and fill it with water before putting it on your table. This way, it always felt like a part of him was around you.

“It’s cute,” he flashes you a smile and you have to look away to try to calm your nerves. Making you feel this nervous should be illegal. Did he cast some spell on you?

“Anyway big boy, where are we going?” you walk out of your apartment and close the door, and when you turn around to face the taller guy, he places his helmet on your head and helps adjusting it so that it doesn’t fall off.

“I’m taking you somewhere, do you trust me?” He points at his motorcycle waiting for you both in front of your building and your lips part in awe. He was taking you for a ride on his most treasured possession?

“I do,” he sees that you’re in deep thought and squeezes your shoulder.

“Then let’s go.”

He gets on top of his bike and helps you sit behind him, and at first you hesitate on where to put your hands—until you feel him wrap your arms around his waist and tug you to press your chest on his back.

“Hold on tight, okay?” You could swear he was doing it on purpose, but you don’t think much of it when he’s suddenly speeding away from your apartment building.

It takes you ten minutes to get to your destination, with Shinichiro showing off his skills and laughing when you scream in horror when you get too close to car. You never thought that he would drive so…recklessly, but it was fun. He parks his motorcycle very close to where you were both standing, facing a small lake that you always passed by when going to work. It had pretty cherry trees, and people always took their dogs out on walks or walked with their partners here.

“I love this place,” you whisper, standing close to Shinichiro who chuckles at your words. He knows, you mentioned it before when you were having lunch together.

“I know, you always stare at it when we drive past it,”

He noticed. You almost coo at this, and stare up at the tall man through your eyelashes. Your arms instinctively wrap around his waist and he pulls you closer to him, resting your head on his chest.

“You like it?”

“I love it,” you pull away from the hug to rest your chin on his chest, staring up at him with the same eyes that always had the man weak in the knees. His hand caresses the top of your head as he stares down at you, and it slowly slips from the top to the back of your head.

“If you keep staring at me like that, I might just kiss you,” although there was a hint of sarcasm in his voice, you could tell he was being serious. And who were you to deny a kiss from him?

“Kiss me, Shin,” the man doesn’t need to be told twice before he’s leaning down to kiss you. You sigh in the kiss, his hands hold your face so gently that it makes you melt into his touch.

When you both pull away, you’re glad that it was dark outside or your faces would’ve given away how flustered you were. He can still tell from your warm cheeks that you were blushing and leans down to give you a quick peck.

“Can I be your boyfriend?” This man was too much for your heart to handle. You thought he was attractive, well-mannered and a gentleman—but this really takes the cake.

You’re excited, giddy that you could finally make things official with him. You’ve been waiting for this day since your first date—and it finally happened.

“Gladly.”

You and Shinichiro were officially girlfriend and boyfriend.

---

Today, you were going to meet Shinichiro’s niece. His sister had asked him if he could babysit her and he agreed, asking her if you could tag along which she agreed to. She wanted to meet you, and you weren’t opposed to the idea. Emma seemed very sweet from the many times Shin mentioned her, and so meeting her didn’t stress you out that much.

You got to Emma and Draken’s place at 5PM, they wanted to go on a date (which was well deserved) and so asking Shinichiro to babysit her seemed like the best option since the baby was in love with him. You greet the couple with a smile, and you watch as Emma shows Shinichiro where the bottles and diapers are, and what to do in case she cried—which he knew about already. His sister was just anxious, and probably felt a little too guilty to be taking some time away from her little girl.

“Have fun!”

Now it was just you, Shin and the little girl. For a one year old, she sure had a lot of personality. And you think that she definitely got it from her uncle. She giggles at everything he does and loves to sit on his lap, but when she noticed you sitting on the couch, her eyes lit up. She was intrigued, and she rarely ever met a new person.

You weren’t a familiar face, but she didn’t cry when you asked Shin if you could hold her. She gladly let you take her in your arms and even giggled and buried her face in your chest when you flashed her a small smile. What an angel.

“Oh are you getting shy on me?” You stand up from the couch with her in your arms and walk to the kitchen to get her one of the snacks her mother had prepared for her. You held her in one arm while the free one grabbed her chair to sit her there.

Shinichiro watched the scene unfold and could feel his body tense up. Whatever it was that had him feeling this… dizzy, he needed to brush it off. You were so good with his niece, so gentle and caring—you talked to her with so much tender and his niece seemed to love you; a complete stranger she just met. You treated her like she was your own baby, changed her diaper and helped getting her to bed, you even gave her a bath and Shinichiro could only imagine what it would be like to have a baby with you.

Watching you walk around your shared apartment with a belly full of his baby, so sore and whiny. You would cuddle up against him and he would feel the baby kick, you would place his hand on your stomach and he would caress the skin lovingly. You would be so needy and horny, grinding against his thigh and he would help you—his pretty little wife, bringing you to an earth shattering orgasm—

Shit, he was getting hard.

He was so relieved when Emma and Draken came back, their daughter was fast asleep and you both were cuddling on the couch. He didn’t realize how rushed his goodbyes were until he felt you tagging at his sleeve in front of the car.

“Shin? Are you okay?” You were worried, his pretty angel so concerned for him, so unaware that the thought of breeding you was all over his mind. He didn’t want to scare you away, but he thought since you’ve already made it official and made out a couple of times, he could tell you what was on his mind.

“Can you come over?”

“To your place?” You tilt your head to the side and Shinichiro nods.

“Spend the night, I need you.”

He needs you.

You felt yourself get dizzy at his words, lips parted in shock. You weren’t taken aback by the fact that he was horny for you, but saying it out loud and sounding so…desperate, you could feel your panties getting embarrassingly wet.

“I’ll give you my hoodie, I can go to your place and get you some clothes I just—“ He knew he was rambling, but he didn’t want you to think that he only cared about his pleasure, not when he knew the night was going to be all about you.

“Shin,” you cut him off, and the man stares down at you. “I need you too, please,”

---

Once at Shinichiro’s place, you didn’t have time to take off your jacket before he was pushing you up against the wall and kissing you so feverishly. You don’t know what set him off, but you weren’t opposed to it. His hands were helping you rid yourself of your jacket before slipping behind your thighs to grip the skin.

He pulls away from the kiss and presses his forehead against yours, panting and already so out of breath.

“If you feel uncomfortable or want me to stop, tap my arm, okay?”

So cute. Your response was a moan before you were kissing him again, this time trying to deepen it more than before. Shin taps your butt and asks you to jump, and when you do he wraps your legs around his waist and starts heading towards his bedroom. He kisses you like he means it, and unlike other kisses you’ve shared before, this one has a hint of lust to it—it tastes different; needy, demanding, and you melt into it like butter.

You expect his room to be a little messy, but you’re pleasantly surprised when you see how tidy it is. It smelled of sandalwood and his perfume, bed neatly made. He throws you on top of it like you weigh nothing, and is immediately on top of you after stripping himself of his own jacket. He gets back to kissing you, this time you’re aware of what’s pressing against your thigh and you don’t mind at all—instead, you’re pushing him away from you to sit up on your elbows.

“Are you—“

“Shut up and help me take off my shirt,” Shin’s lips are sealed shut at your words, then he’s doing as told. He helps you take off your shirt and grunts at the sight of you in your bra. Your tits looked gorgeous. He leans down and presses a kiss to the skin below your collarbone, hands sliding up to your shorts to pull them down in on fast movement and you squeal.

“Shin!”

“You don’t mind me getting a little taste first, right?” A blush spreads across your cheeks but you shake your head almost frantically at his words. You wiggle yourself out of your shorts, giving him a little show by letting them hang to your ankle for a moment before throwing them somewhere in his room. You giggle when he leans in and presses a kiss to your calf, but it turns into a moan when he licks all the way up to your inner thigh.

“You wanna tease me, is that it?” His mouth leaves wet kisses all over your inner thighs, before finally getting to your panties. He is shameless as he takes a whiff of your arousal through the damp fabric, and you almost kick him away because of how embarrassing it looks.

“You smell—fucking heavenly, “ he practically moans out the last part, and it makes a shy sound erupt from the back of your throat, looking away from him. But he’s having none of that—not tonight. He wanted you to look him dead in the eyes as he fucked every thought out of your head, wanted to feel you clamp around his dick as he brought you to a mind spinning orgasm.

You gasp when you feel him remove your panties in one swift motion, not even stuttering and hesitating as he balls them up and puts them in his pocket. You couldn’t even ask him what he was going to do with them before he was leaning down and spreading your pussy lips with a breathy moan. He looked so gone and he hasn’t even touched you yet, the sight of him looking so in love with your pussy made your clit throb—which made him audibly grunt.

“You’re a treat,” you don’t respond verbally—you can’t since he immediately wraps his lips around your clit and sucks. You inhale sharply at the contact, back arching and jaw going slack when he proceeds to pull away and flatten his tongue on the sensitive bud. Your eyes are rolled to the back of your head when he repeats the same movements—sucks, pulls away, kisses and then licks. It seems like a simple formula, and you can feel yourself getting louder and wetter but you have no care in the world. He’s eating you out so good, he’s showing no signs of stopping and you don’t want him to. Plus, whatever turned him on tonight must’ve made him feral if he was all over you like a mad man.

“Shin—oh fuck, oh baby,” you’re out of breath, your hands are flailing around trying to find where to grip. Until you feel the man between your legs grab your hand and placed them on top of his head. He wanted you to pull his hair, Jesus fuck.

You don’t have time to think properly, not that you can. You’re pulling at Shinichiro’s hair, hips bucking and stuttering with every strong lick on your clit. Your body is arching off the bed, and you sit up with a huff. Shinichiro can tell you’re about to cum when he pushed your body back down and slides in two fingers at a time. He looks up and has to hold himself back from cumming in his pants when he sees the blissed out look on your face—glossy eyes, bruised lips and red cheeks. You were a sight to see.

He helps you reach your orgasm with fast thrusts of his fingers, kissing the inner of your thigh and humming quietly about how well you were doing for him, how you were going to take his dick like a champ, how he can’t wait to stuff your cunt full of him and—

“Fuck!” You cry out, your body stuttering and shuddering as you finally get to cum. You ride out your orgasm by grinding your hips to the same rhythm as Shinichiro’s thrusts, and you whine at him when you can feel him kiss your clit, praising you for doing so well for him.

“My pretty girl, my gorgeous girl—you did so well,” he whispers and kisses your stomach, and you look down at him with lustful eyes and a fucked out expression, which he chuckles at.

Your eyes follow his every move as he gets up from between your legs and walks to his nightstand. He opens a drawer and grabs a condom, and you almost whine at him for that.

“Ah, baby. We gotta be careful,” he soothes you with a hand on your cheek, his thumb tracing circles on the skin before traveling down to your lips. He feels like a mad man when you open your mouth and take his thumb in, swirling your tongue around before gently biting it. What a fucking tease.

“Next time, you can do that to my cock, yeah?” He whispers to you and you nod, but your eyes are wide and blown out with lust as you stare down at the visible bulge in his pants. He chuckles at your stare, and gives you a little show as he takes off his shirt—flaunting the body that he has even if it wasn’t the fittest, he was proud of it.

Then he’s wiggling out of his pants, and grins when you reach your hand towards his boxers to palm his hard-on. He grabs your wrist and shakes his head, leaning down to press a kiss to the back of your hand.

“I said next time, hm?”

You don’t have time to pout about it before he’s taking off his boxers—and holy shit. He had your mouth watering, but your heart stutters and jumps in your chest at the thought of such a heavy cock inside of you. Shin watches as your expression changes and he chuckles, his cheeks reddening a little. For a man who was so full of confidence a few moments ago, seeing you look so in love with his cock made him feel a little proud.

“Next time when you go on the pill, I’ll fill you up so good,” he rips the condom with his mouth and swiftly places it on his dick, he watches as you eagerly spread your legs to welcome him between them and you nod at his words, even though you’re mainly focused on his cock.

“Yeah? You’d like that?” he lines up the tip with your entrance and you nod desperately, feeling yourself get even more turned on. “You’d like me to cum inside you, watch it leak out of you when we go for rounds?”

You’re a moaning mess by the time he slips it inside. You cling to his shoulders, face scrunched up in pleasure when you’re able to feel the sheer size of him inside you. Holy shit.

“Yeah baby, you won’t even have to work for it,” he adds, sounding out of breath. He pushes your legs up and shamelessly stares at how you’re taking his dick—your pussy swallows him back every time he tries to pull out, almost begs him to keep fucking you.

“Gonna give my pretty girl exactly what she wants—shit, gonna fuck her full of my cum,” your tummy is alive with butterflies at his words, and you stare up at the man who looks so focused on your pussy. Feeling your stare, Shinichiro locks eyes with you and chuckles. He’s all sweaty and fucked out himself, and the smile he flashes you when he starts to drill his cock into you is devilish.

He knew what he was doing, and you weren’t complaining about it. Your body feels on fire with every drive of is hips, fingernails digging into the skin of his back when he reaches that one spongy spot in your walls—you squeal, hands traveling down almost to push his hips away and that’s when he knows he found it and fuck—he starts to bully it.

You’re a sobbing mess, begging for absolutely nothing in particular but you keep chanting ‘please, please, please’ repeatedly, and Shincihiro has to lean down and kiss you. He soothes you with his lips, a heavy contrast to his mean thrusts. He’s fucking every thought out of your brain, and by the time you’re even able to come up with a coherent sentence, he pushes a single leg up on his shoulders—and your entire body seizes up.

You’re cumming hard around him, your jaw has gone slack and Shinichiro doesn’t stop. The bed shakes with every harsh thrust, and by the time you’re able to breathe again, you’re letting out a small scream at the intensity of your orgasm.

“Atta girl—fuuuuck, gonna make me cum,” he whines out the last part, his hands pinning your hips down to the mattress. You cry out from overstimulation, your pussy aching for him to slow down.

“Just a bit more baby, just a little—“ It only takes a few strokes for him to empty himself in the condom, reaching down to rest his forehead on your shoulder. You’re both a sweaty, panting mess, clinging onto each other as though you were one another’s life line. And even through heavy breaths, you kiss Shinichiro’s cheek, giggling when you see him smile.

“Are you okay?” He kisses your shoulder lovingly, letting his lips travel up to your neck where he feels you hum. You look down at him, letting your fingers brush the sweaty strands out of his face.

“Never been better,” Shinichiro grins at this, and he fixes himself until he’s able to kiss you properly on the lips. He makes it short and sweet, trying his best not to get carried away again because he knew you were definitely sore.

“Come on, you gotta get up and pee, darling.”

“And shower… I feel so sticky,” you make a face at the word sticky and the man above you chuckles at this.

“I like you like this, you smell like me.”

“Shin!”

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WHAT A BRAT!; M. STURNIOLO

BRATTY!SUB!MATT STURNIOLO X F!READER

warnings: SMUT (obvi), mommy kink, spanking, sex tape, strap sucking, degrading, overstimulation, and an excessive amount of usage of the word brat!

a/n: this is only my second time writing hc’s so hopefully they’re not total trash 😭 you guys liked my sub!brat!matt blurb that i posted (thank you all sm for the love on it btw!!) soo here’s some hc’s while i try and think of (and/or wait for some requests - guys im begging) other stuff for brat!sub!matt !!

SYNOPSIS: headcannons of bratty sub matt!

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brat!matt who: gives you attitude just so he can be punished..

“Oh my god, can you just be quiet?” Matt huffs as he rolls his eyes. He had been giving you attitude all day: ignoring you, rolling his eyes at you, scoffing whenever you spoke to one of his brothers.

“Excuse me?” You furrow your eyebrows irritably. Your eyes pick up on the way the ends of his lips curl up slightly at your aggravated reaction. Your mind puts it together as it clicks in your head. Standing up from your spot on the couch, you make your way in between his legs.

Matt looks up at you as you situate yourself in front of him. Your hand reaches out and grasps his chin, locking his eyes on yours. “Are you that fucking desperate you need to act like a brat all day just for me to fuck you?” You sneer.

Internally, Matt cheers as you degrade him, but on the outside, he visibly backs into the couch. His jeans get tighter as an insatiable need grows inside his body.

He was in for it tonight.

brat!matt who: wants others to believe he’s in control because he’s embarrassed that he’s the one under your mercy in the bedroom..

Matt points to his necklace that sat on the dining room table. “Can you get that for me, ma?” He asks with a smile as he sits on the soft couch. A few of the triplets’ friends were over, though he keeps his attention on you.

Normally, you would gladly grab it and give it to him, but you could tell he was doing this for show. As your jaw clenches, you step towards the table and pick it up. Making your way back towards him, you stand behind the couch as you bring the small chain around his neck.

“Thanks, mama.” Matt smirks as you click the clasp. He knew what he was doing calling you that.

Leaning down, you whisper in his ear, “you’re asking for it, brat.” You squeeze his shoulders before leaning up and walking away to his room, his eyes following your form as he swallows harshly.

brat!matt who: will refuse to beg, even though he knows that if he doesn’t, he won’t get what he wants..

“Fuck!” Matt moans as his back arches slightly off the bed. Your hand that grasped him tightly stroked in a fast motion as the knot inside Matt’s stomach tightens.

“You close, sweetheart?” You coo mockingly, smirking as you look at his fucked-out expression. His eyebrows furrowed as his lips have been parted this entire time, pink, swollen lips on display. His eyes had been scrunched shut until you had spoken. With a fervent nod, Matt agrees. “Yeah? Beg for it.” You demand, your hand moving faster.

“Shit! N..No, don’t want to!” He whines, shaking his head slightly against the satin pillowcase behind his head.

“You sure? If you don’t beg.. you don’t cum.” You threat, removing your head entirely from his cock. Pre-cum leaked down his tip as he whimpers as his impending orgasm begins to fade.

“N-no! Don’t stop!” Matt cries.

brat!matt who: cries when you spank him, but doesn’t even think about calling out his safe word..

“Mommy, it h.. hurts!” Matt cries out, his body jutting forward from the force of your slap. A mark of your handprint formed red on his pale skin, the sight making you smile.

“Aw, does it?” You pout. “Maybe if you weren’t misbehaving today, you wouldn’t need to be punished.” You spit, your hand smacking down again as another cry leaves Matt’s pink lips.

His skin was already sensitive from the several slaps you have given him, only seeming to get redder and more sore as time went by. Tears slipped from his eyes and down his flushed cheeks, hiccuping occasionally whenever you gave him a particularly rough slap.

“Stop! It hurts, mommy!” Matt cries, sputtering. The reddened skin stung even when you didn’t touch it.

“You know your safe word.” You tell him.

Matt’s head shakes against the soft pillow. “Mmph - no! No, don’t need it.” He whimpers.

brat!matt who: is a sucker for overstimulation, but claims he can handle it because he has too much pride to say otherwise..

Matt’s loud whines echo through his room as you ride him, your skin slapping together. His small, bitten fingernails dig into your hips, his chest heaving. He had already came several times tonight, but he was not backing down until you did.

“You okay, baby?” You ask breathlessly, your thrusts never faltering. Your thighs clench, but aren’t able to touch as they reside beside Matt’s waist.

Matt nods, swallowing dryly as his Adam’s apple bobs. “Mhm.. ‘s’sensitive, mommy.” He slurs, pussy drunk as you keep up your rhythm on top of him. Matt couldn’t get enough of the way your pussy wraps around his cock, sucking the life out of him. His thighs shook slightly from his previous orgasms, but he wasn’t even close to prying you off of him.

“You love me using your cock, huh?” You mock, your breasts moving with your actions. Matt’s mouth salivates as his blue eyes watch them move, his hands aching to feel them under his palms.

He whines as he nods, his chest heaving from the sensitivity. “Mm, love it, mommy.” Matt mumbles, his stomach tightening as it warns him of another upcoming release. “M-mommy! I’m gonna - fuck!” He cries out, a tear or two falling down the crease of his eyes as he shuts them tightly, his legs shaking as he’s milked dry. He heaves as he moans. “It hurts!” He cries, more tears spilling down.

“You want me stop, sweetheart?” You coo, slowing your movements. You’ve dragged so many orgasms out of him tonight, you were sure he wouldn’t be able to handle another.

Though, despite your beliefs, he shakes his head. Hiccuping, he whines out, “No! Feels’so good.” He mingles his words together as he slurs, another guttural groan leaving his lips.

brat!matt who: loves eating you out, despite him wanting to not follow your rules..

Matt’s warm tongue skillfully licks through your folds, your wetness eagerly making its way onto his inviting tongue. He moans at the taste as he fervently laps at your pussy, needing your taste in his mouth.

A moan leaves your lips at his actions. “Matt,” you call out breathlessly. “So good, baby.” You praise, your hand clutching his hair as he whines from the pressure.

As much as Matt wants to disobey you - just for the repercussions of his actions - the taste of you mixed with your words make his mind go fuzzy. Mindlessly, his hips thrust into the mattress underneath you both as his tip leaks with need. Just eating you out could get him off.. as embarrassing as it was.

Your hips subconsciously buck up into his lips, craving more of his tongue. Matt knew how to please you, you taught him all he needed to know and where you felt the most pleasure.

Sucking on your clit, Matt’s tongue lathers the sensitive area eagerly. His fingernails dig into the substantial skin on your thighs, leaving deep half-moon marks. His hips don’t stop their movement, even though, once you find out what’s doing, he knows he’s gonna be punished for it.. but he doesn’t care. Taking care of you like this, bringing you pleasure, brings him pleasure as well. And he just couldn’t stop.

brat!matt who: acts out in public so you can take him then and there… though, he’d deny it if you were to ask him if he liked the feeling of being so exposed..

“Such a fucking brat.” You sneer as you ride him, your nails digging into his shoulders. Matt whimpers at your words, as well as the stinging feeling of your nails causing marks into his skin. “You like being fucked in public, huh? You want everyone to hear how good mommy makes you feel?” You taunt.

“Mmm, no!” He whines, shaking his head. The both of you knew he was lying - he was absolutely horrible at trying to lie, anyway.

Your skin slaps down harder, the recognizable noise echoing through the one person bathroom. Matt looked up at you with an agape mouth, eyebrows furrowed slightly from pleasure as his blue eyes never faltered from watching you. Matt knew he was misbehaving, that’s why you brought him in here: to fuck him. He’d never admit the way he loves how your moans - mixed with his - bounce off of the white walls, or the way you degrade him for being such a whore.

“Feels good, mommy!” Matt whines, sniffling.

“Yeah? I’m sure it does, since you were being such a slut earlier.. touching mommy in public.” You click your tongue disapprovingly, looking down at him as you keep your rhythm.

Matt whimpers at your words, his cheeks flushing even more. He knew not to tease you, let alone in public.. but it got him here, so..

brat!matt who: has wandering hands and will sometimes try to push your head down while sucking him off..

Your tongue licks up his cock as a gasp leaves his swollen lips. He whimpers as your lips curl around his tip, focusing on the leaking area with soft licks.

“Mm, fuck, mama!” Matt moans, his chest already rising and falling faster than usual. His hands frantically clutch at the blanket underneath him, long fingers wrapping into the soft fabric tightly.

Matt had been good today, which had surprised you. With that in mind, you decided to reward him.

As your lips glide down further, it becomes harder to take all of him in your mouth. Swirling your tongue around, Matt groans at the feeling, his eyes shutting. You always knew the right way to make his legs shake and to give him the utmost pleasure.

Whimpering incoherent babbles as you suck in your cheeks, Matt’s hand mindlessly moves away from grasping the blanket and travels down to your head. Pushing down, another short gasp leaves his lips before his eyes shoot open as you bring your head back up and away from his aching cock.

“Wha - what’re you doin’, mommy?” Matt whines, looking up at you as he lays down on his soft bed.

“You need to learn how to keep your hands to yourself.”

His eyes widen as he realizes what he did. There goes his reward..

brat!matt who: is too embarrassed to tell you, but would love to record you giving him a punishment.. or just fucking in general..

“You like this, huh?” You scoff, your finger zooming in the camera on his tear-stained face. “Being filmed.” You add on, shaking your head. Your hands reach down again as they stroke his sensitive, needy cock as it leaks down onto your hand.

“Mommy!” Matt cries out, his cheeks flushing more than they already were, the tips of his ears heating up. It was humiliating the way he loved it. “Please, it hurts!” He whines, hiccuping. His tip was sore as it begged for release, sensitive to your teasing. Matt had been close to coming several times before you pulled your hand away, ridding him of the euphoria.

You glide the camera down, soaking in his entire body, down to his dick. The lens picked up the way his chest heaved as well as the twitching his cock occasionally did. A smirk curls on your lips as you watch him, not laying your hands on him as he continues to whine for you.

“Aw, it hurts?” You coo, pouting. “Poor baby’s so desperate.” You mock, ghosting your fingertips over his thigh, noticing the way it immediately tenses at the barely there touch.

“Stop!” Matt cries, more than humiliated. Despite his beseech, his cock only gets needier at your teasing, pleading for more. Your ears pick up the way Matt sniffles as a few loose tears stray away from his pretty eyes.

“You wanna cum?” You ask, tilting your head. With an instant nod from Matt, you chuckle at his urgency. “Then you’ll cum.” You warn, your hand wrapping around him as you quickly stroke him, his loud groan filling the room.

The mic picked up the sloppy sounds as well as his moans, sniffles and whines reverberating throughout the small room.

And it was all on camera.

brat!matt who: gets teased 24/7 by his brothers when they hear his noises from their rooms at night..

After a particularly rough night of punishing Matt, the both of you are beyond exhausted.

Breathlessly, you two lay on Matt’s bed as sleep invades your spent bodies, too tired to move. Once you gather up enough courage, you sit up with a huff. With an immediate whine from Matt, he tosses a heavy arm around your waist, keeping you there.

Chuckling softly at his actions, you turn to look at him. “Gonna clean us up, okay?” You mumble, brushing away some hair from his eyes. Matt grumbles quietly at the implication of you leaving - even if it was just for ten seconds. Despite that, he nods.

You kiss his hair before throwing your legs over the side of the bed, searching around for something to throw on instead of roaming around the triplets’ house naked. A groan invades your ears as you turn to look at him. “What?”

“My fucking brothers.” Matt complains, hiding his face with a large hand. Turning his phone, he shows you the screen. Walking back over to the bed, you laugh as you read the text messages.

Nick: can you stfu?? im trying to watch rupaul stupid fuck

Chris: dude i get it ur getting some rn but u need to be quiet ur pissing me off

“That’s what you get for being so loud.” You chuckle.

“You tell me to be!”

brat!matt who: loves sucking your strap.. after you make him suck up his pride..

“C’mon, be a good boy, Matt.” You coax, looking down at him.

Matt resides on his knees, completely bare, as he looks up at you with those eyes. He licks his chapped lips as his eyes rake over your body, clad in a bra and the strap you had clipped to yourself.

Had you not have brought the idea up to him a few weeks ago, Matt wouldn’t have even thought of it. But, now, as he kneels in front of you with the dildo before his eyes, he’d be lying if he said it didn’t excite him.

“There you go.. doin’ so good.” You coo as his pink lips wrap around it, his eyes looking up at you. The feeling was foreign and strange, but as he made eye contact with you, it made his cock leak with desperation.

Slowly making his way down, his mouth begins to get used to the mold. He whimpers against it, the tip almost touching the back of his throat as tears start to coat his eyes. As he starts to move back, your hand reaches down and stops him.

“Did I say you could move?” You question, your fingers tightening in his soft curls. Matt shakes his head slightly, as much as he can with his mouth full.

Your hips begin to move, slowly at first, not wanting to overwhelm him with the already unusual feeling. With pleading eyes, Matt looks up at you as some tears fall involuntarily. As your hips start to pick up the pace, the sound of a gag fills the room, mixing with the slurping of his saliva.

Pulling your hips back, you remove the dildo from his mouth as your hand softly caresses the back of his hair instead of pulling it. The string of spit from the tip to his lips could’ve made you cum alone.

“You okay, baby?” You ask softly. Truthfully, you hadn’t meant to make him gag, and since it was his first time, you didn’t want to push him too far.

“More, mommy, please.” Matt all but begs you, his hands gripping your thighs as he looks up at you with big, submissive eyes. A smirk curls on your lips at his words.

He was gonna get what he wanted and more.

brat!matt who: is extremely needy whenever you’re busy..

You’re on a call with your boss as you both discuss your work schedule, time slowly ticking by.

As you sat on the couch, you converse with her as you both begin to come to an agreement. The cushion dips beside you, though you pay no mind to it. A soft, almost inaudible whine sounds from next to you, a noise you wouldn’t have heard if you didn’t know it so well.

Your eyes glance over to Matt as he presses into your side, his hard cock rubbing against your thigh. He dry humps you as his head invades your space, nuzzling into the crook of your neck.

“Matt, I’m busy.” You whisper, not wanting your boss to hear. Matt shake his head slightly at your dismissive words, grinding his hips harder into your thigh.

“Need you now, mommy.” He whines, apparently not caring about who cares. Your free hand quickly moves up to cover his lips so he can’t speak anymore.

After a minute or two, you end the call as you throw your phone down beside you, glaring over at him. “Really? You needed me that bad you had to interrupt my call with my boss?” You taunt, furrowing your eyebrows.

After practically ripping off each others clothes, you ride Matt on his couch. Several orgasms are taken from him as he cries out.

“Can’t - can’t anymore! ‘M’so sensitive, mommy!” He sniffles, his nose red as his eyes shut tightly. Your hips don’t stop as they continue their abuse, the loud smacking sound echoing through the - thankfully - empty house.

“But you needed this so bad, Matt. Take it.”

brat!matt who: will start crying from how good it feels, but will be embarrassed from his state of euphoria..

Tears freely escaped Matt’s eyes as the overwhelming feeling of pleasure takes over his mind and body.

His legs shake as he moans amply, not thinking twice on who might hear. His back arches as his eyebrows furrow, blue eyes hiding as they scrunch firmly shut. His pale chest heaves as rides out the euphoria, letting out one more moan before his body goes limp.

Matt’s cheeks flush as the room becomes quiet without his sounds. You quickly notice the way he grows sheepish, your hand moving up to cup his cheek softly, caressing the skin.

“Love your noises, baby. You did so good f’me.” You praise, leaning down to kiss his abdomen before trailing them up his chest. Matt smiles tiredly at your sweet words, feeling his stomach flutter.

brat!matt who: after a long night, likes to take comfort in your tits..

“M’tired.” Matt mumbles as he eagerly accepts your open arms invitation.

Resting his head on your chest, his nose digs into the smushed skin of your breasts as you lay down on your back. Wrapping your arms around his shoulders, his face gets trapped in the pillowy skin.

With his head turned, his ear listens to your heartbeat as his slowly begins to sync with yours. The rhythmic sound only makes him sleepier as he yawns against your soft skin.

“Go to sleep, baby.” You reply quietly, exhaustion also taking over your limbs. Your hand gently cards through his hair as it lulls him to sleep.

With a sweet kiss to the skin near his lips, he whispers out a, “g’night.” before he lets sleep take over.

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