When Gojo’s Plan To Make You Jealous Backfires

When Gojo’s Plan to Make You Jealous Backfires

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You watched in amusement as your snow haired lover worked his magic on the newest teachers at Jujutsu High. The young women both red faced and squirming in their heels idolized your handsome boyfriend. They were fools to not notice that they were being played, Gojo decided to try and make you jealous just to get a rise out of you but you knew better then to fall for his silly antics. Yaga glared in disgust at Gojo’s blatant flirting, “He should be mindful to be more considerate for his loved one’s feelings.”, Yaga growled.

You stared up at your boss with a sad smile, “Apparently I’m not his loved one anymore, I guess he finally got tired of the Plain Jane act.”

You quietly worked on your reports until Gojo arrived at your desk with his new fan club in tow.

“(L/n) why not tell these two newbies just how incredible I am? I’m sure they’d love to hear stories from my number one field partner.”, he teased.

You stared at both the young women who immediately glared back at you in disgust, “Yes he is quite incredible, if you want easy cash you can always just go with Gojo on a mission and get paid to do nothing. Of course the biggest achievement he has is being single for so long, you two should try and test your luck, I heard he’s free this weekend.”

You smiled in amusement to Gojo’s startled expression, he was horrified by the fact that you said that so easily. Did you just break up with him? Did you just cancel your anniversary date? He’d take everything back on his knees right now if he had to.

“N-Now, now, (Y/n) that’s not funny I-“

You gently slapped your reports into his face silencing him, “Mr. Gojo I will report you for harassment if you don’t use the proper honorifics to acknowledge me. It’s (L/n) to you, now if you’ll excuse me I have a mission to take on.”

It was good that your back was now facing the group, if not you’d have laughed at the sheer misery over Gojo’s face. If Gojo felt like playing games then surely he’d be fine with you playing along right? It was only fair right?

During your mission you were constantly being spammed text after text, all from one particular sorcerer. You could practically hear his voice whining in your head as you read each text while taking out a weak demon. This was far to amusing.

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Y/n: Please stop bothering me, I’m working. I’m sure your lovely fans would die to entertain you.

Satoru: (Y/n)! Please don’t be mad at me, I’m sorry. We’re okay right? You aren’t really leaving me right?!

Y/n: I’m not mad Gojo, you’re free to do whatever you want with whoever you want. I’ll look for someone who’s healthier for me, less needy for attention and more considerate of my feelings. Goodbye.

Satoru: NO (Y/N) PLEASE DON’T SAY THAT! I’LL BE GOOD I PROMISE! (Y/N)!!!!!!!!!

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You couldn’t help but cackle at the flood of pleading and begging that graced your phone. Within a night you were finished with your mission, having successfully killed all the curses around you with minimal damage to the surrounding property. Your students welcomed you back with open arms, all of them glad that you were back safe and sound. Kugisaki was glued to you by the hip, asking about your mission. Itadori was happily enjoying the treats you’d brought back, and Fushiguro was holding your free hand as you all walked to the training grounds.

“So did you actually leave Gojo?”, Fushiguro asked.

“Oh of course not I’m just making sure he learns his lesson. I’m not one who likes to have her emotions played with, so if he wants to be childish for some attention I’ll gladly ruin his plans.”, you smiled.

Your three students all giggled at your evilness, as if his ears were burning Gojo appeared in his civilian clothes, dark glasses shielding his lovely blue eyes from the public.

“Satoru Gojo.”, you nodded your head as a simple greeting watching his lips quiver into a frown.

“(Y/n) please stop this. I’m sorry, okay? I won’t ever do it again I promise.”, he closed the gap between you, forcing your students to pull away and watch the drama unfold.

You glared into his eyes and scoffed, “Yeah right. You’re a natural flirt and you’re a cocky asshole. If you want someone who will fall head over heels for you then look elsewhere. You know men like that aren’t my cup of tea, you should know that best of all.”

Gojo sighed and nodded his head, “I know. It took me six years just to get you to go on a date with me.”

“It sure did and the next time you pull a stunt like this I’ll make sure you’re forced to apologize for six more years before I let you court me again.”

It took a moment for Gojo to let your words settle but once they did he couldn’t help but smile and hold you tight.

“I love you so much, I’m so sorry.”, he whispered.

“Yeah whatever, you were the jerk making me insecure about myself, it was only right that I gave you the silent treatment.”, you faked a sob earning a small whine from your partner.

Gojo swears he didn’t mean to make you insecure and hugs you tight. You look over his shoulder at your three students and stick your tongue out in a fake gag watching them laugh at his misery. It served him right.

Trophy Father's Trophy Son

Summary: Six years after Leon left you for Raccoon City, he shows up on your doorstep. In his sudden appearance, he learns of yet another reason why he never should’ve left that day.

Pairing: Leon Kennedy x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 3.7 K Words

Warnings: Angst, Hurt/Comfort, mentions of death, mentions of depression/burnout, swearing, mentions of trauma

Tags: RE4/DI Leon, Dad!Leon, happy-ending, Leon breaks down, but he also gets his happy-ending, not proofread!

A/N: I am finally back! I never want to experience another hurricane again :) anyways, this was another request. I put a bit of a spin on it, so I hope you guys enjoy it. Thank you all for supporting my work once again! <3<3<3! Song title from "Trophy Father's Trophy Son" by Sleeping With Sirens.

Six years. Six long, miserable years that seemed never-ending. Caught in a loop of trauma and loss, never once finding an ounce of peace, Leon wondered if he’d ever found a way to cope with what happened on September 28, 1998. He lived his life like a machine, oiling just enough to wake up in the morning before he’d eventually crash and break down at night.

Six fucking years of living a life not for himself, keeping himself alive just to play the good agent. The best agent, willingly seated at the President’s beck and call, constantly wondering what would happen if he decided to swap out his usual, “Yes, sir” for one giant, “Fuck you.” Would they reprimand him, consider his work too valuable to do anything less than a mark on his record? Or would they bite the bullet and put on right through his skull, like he’d done to the countless innocents infected by corporations that lined the thick pockets of government officials and campaigners?

Leon didn’t know anymore. Hell, did he ever really know anything in the first place, considering his memory always loved to backtrack just 24-hours before he would no longer consider himself a man.

September 27, 1998.

The day he walked away from you, watching you cling to the post of your family’s front porch, wailing in the rain as you begged him not to go. He could still remember the gut-wrenching feeling of getting in his car, sitting stiff in the driver’s seat as he tried to make up his mind on whether or not to leave you behind for Raccoon City. He’d been so excited to get the assignment, raving on for weeks about how he wanted to get the chance to investigate the Arklay Mountain murders.

He’d barely graduated from the Police Academy back then, coming home to you with a much more muscular physique and a ‘good boy’ attitude. He’d matured more than you could’ve imagined in just a few months, and that included his view on your relationship. Leon would’ve dropped to one knee back then in an instant, if he thought you’d say yes. Which is what he thought you were going to say when he asked you if you were going to move with him.

The breakup was inevitably coming, that much he knew by the way you faltered over your words and looked away from him. You were in your last year of college, and the university nearby didn’t offer a program for your major.

The guilt on your face when you’d declined still hurt him to this day, six years later as he sat beside Ashley Graham on the plane back home to the U.S. This last mission in Spain stirred up more emotions from the past than he was comfortable with. Seeing Ada again, the woman he’d tried to let distract him from his heartbreak only to end up hurt again when he thought she’d fallen to her death, brought him right back to that unlucky night. Learning Krauser, the man whose rigorous training had nearly killed Leon and given him a sense of purpose, had abandoned his morals and joined the enemy made him seriously wonder if the life he led would ever have its upturn.

Watching Luis die, a man whose last minute efforts to be the good guy ended with a knife to his back, was what Leon considered to be the last straw. He couldn’t go on like this anymore. His life would not be reduced to following a “democracy” truly fueled by those who held the most cash in their pockets, not the people that resided within its borders.

And for the first time in six years, the second he stepped off the plane and dealt with the hours-long debriefings and mandatory quarantine, he allowed himself to revisit the past. He hadn’t even gotten a full night’s rest before he sat at his kitchen table, fingers hovering over the keyboard as he wondered if this truly was the best idea.

He wasn’t the same man that you remembered, the bright-eyed rookie long gone and leaving behind an emotionless husk held together by more glasses of whiskey than truly necessary. A workaholic, bordering on alcoholic, that refused to admit to himself or those around him that he was not okay.

“Here goes nothing,” Leon huffed beneath his breath, brushing the blonde fringe from his eyes with a shaky hand. He opened up the civilian record system he wasn’t necessarily granted access to, having called in a personal favor with Hunnigan. Slowly typing in your first and last name, he scrolled through countless hits before he found you.

You’d never left Boston judging by your driver’s license and voting records. You’d switched addresses a few times, having recently just moved to a better part of town within the last six months. He felt a twinge in his chest, the feeling unfamiliar to him, as he searched for anything that would cause his search to halt. Marriage licenses or divorce decrees were absent from your record, bringing a sigh of relief from his lips.

Leon only let himself briefly glance at your tax returns to gauge your occupation before the guilt of diving too deep into his ex-girlfriend’s sensitive information began to make him feel nauseous. He clicked out of the program, shutting his laptop before he eventually decided to finally get some sleep. USSTRATCOM had so generously granted him a few days off after too many near-death experiences for one mission.

He spent the first thirteen hours of his time off dead asleep, sleeping so deeply he didn’t even dream. And when he woke up, he booked the first flight to Boston. With only an overnight bag and your address scribbled on a sticky note, he made his way “home” for the first time since he’d left.

And now, Leon sat in a rental car parked in front of the brownstone townhome, fingers drumming against the steering wheel as the minutes dragged on. He’d been sitting here for an hour, glancing back and forth from the bustling road to your front doorstep. What would I even say to her, he thought to himself as he leaned back in the driver’s seat, frown forming on his face.

It wasn’t like he could exactly waltz up to the door, knock and say, “Hey, sorry I’ve been AWOL for six years. The government enslaved me, but I miss you and I want you back.”

No, that wouldn’t blow over well.

So now, he was left empty-minded and utterly petrified of your reaction. He wondered if maybe there was another man in your life, now. Or, if you had long closed the chapter of your life that included him and left the book on an old, dusty shelf in your mind never to be read again. Leon prayed, something he never did, that you’d find it in your heart to reread the story you used to love just one more time as he got out of the car.

Slowly, he made his way up the concrete mat and onto the doorstep, taking in the painted door and double deadlocks. Smart girl, he mused internally before he took a shuddering breath. For a second, he thought about abandoning ship. You would never know if he just turned around right now and walked away, giving up all hope that he’d once again find happiness. It would be so easy.

No, I need this. I need her.

Leon knocked a few times before he took a step back, shoving his hands deep in the pocket of his windbreaker. He didn’t trust himself to wear another leather jacket, considering the one he’d worn and lost in Spain cost more than he was comfortable spending again.

“Coming!” Your voice rang out from just behind the door, making his stomach twist and turn into knots. You sounded the same as you had when he’d known you, and it only made the nerves twisting in his stomach all the worse.

He briefly glanced at the potted plant beside the door, making a mental note of it in case he lost the minimal lunch he’d eaten thanks to his nerves. His blue eyes, a duller blue than past versions of himself, flitted right back to the door when he heard the locks click. All the air in his lungs swept away with the afternoon breeze when it swung open, and your head popped out.

The smile on your face stayed for only a few seconds before it dropped, leaving behind an expression he could only describe as utterly shocked. You blinked slowly, like you were trying to believe your own eyes as you opened the door slowly to reveal your full figure.

You were the same height you’d been at twenty, but your curves were more prominent. You looked soft around the edges, just like he’d come to like over the years. And if anything, you were just as beautiful, if not more, than you were the day he’d left you and what remained of himself behind.

“Leon?”

Asking hesitantly, your words sounded airless and no louder than a hushed whisper. You looked him over from head-to-toe, making the seasoned agent squirm just a bit under your gaze. He’d been through bootcamp and bio-terroristic attacks, for fuck’s sake, yet the way you looked at him like you’d just seen a ghost made him feel like breaking.

Leon licked his lips, looking down at his boots against the pavement as he tried to think of the best greeting possible. Something to ease you into his presence and not get himself kicked off your front porch. He settled on a simple, “Uh, hi.”

You stepped out onto the porch, barefoot and in “lazy day” clothes as you looked up at him. You frowned, and he watched your eyes flit around his face. He could feel your gaze burn on the few beauty marks and moles he had, like you were checking their authenticity.

“You’re.. God, I-” you stopped yourself, taking a deep breath. Leon could see the reels turning in your mind as you took a step closer, holding your hands out in front of you. You reached out, hesitating for a moment before you touched his arm. “You’re.. Alive?”

That threw him for a loop, eyebrows furrowing as he looked down and felt your soft hands brush over the slick fabric of his windbreaker. He could feel your fingers, as warm as he remembered, press into him. “I, uh, yeah?” He let out an awkward chuckle, clearly not having expected this kind of reaction.

Your frown deepened, causing him to mirror your expression as you tried to find your words. You stammered a bit, stringing words of surprise together before you could finally form a coherent sentence. “I saw the news,” you started, swallowing harshly. “That they’d bombed Raccoon City.. I thought.. I thought you were dead.”

Oh.

It made sense to him, now. The government had painted quite a perfect lie, sorrowfully reporting there were no survivors of the incident that flattened an entire US city in a matter of seconds. Of course, you would think he was dead. It was only natural.

“That’s a difficult story to explain,” he murmured, fingers fidgeting inside his pockets before he pulled his hands out. He’d made it this far, so far, it was too early to throw in the towel. “I can try to explain, uh. Can I come in?” Leon gestured to the open door behind you.

You winced a bit, face twisting into a look of discomfort as you sighed. “I don’t think that’s the best idea-”

“Mommy?”

A soft voice sounding from behind you snapped both Leon’s attention and yours back to the open door. He couldn’t see its owner until you quickly turned around, and the sight before him caused his heart to fall flat right out of his chest and onto the floor.

A little boy, probably elementary school aged, peered curiously up at you then around you. He looked at Leon, child-like bewilderment evident as he rocked back and forth on the door ledge. He looked just like you, mixed with someone else also standing on this porch.

“Scotty, baby,” you started, your back to Leon but unease clearly evident in your voice as you bent down to eye-level with the little baby. “I told you to stay inside, didn’t I?”

“You left the door open,” Scotty giggled, like he found the situation to be funny as he looked around you again. “Who is that?”

Leon swallowed as a small finger pointed right at him, shock and other emotions tormenting deep inside his chest. Of course, she has a kid, he internally cringed. If only he’d scrolled through your tax return just a bit more, he would’ve seen that you claimed a dependent and not found himself in this situation. He didn’t speak, only looking away from the boy and back to you.

“This is one of mommy’s friends from work,” you lied perfectly through your teeth, ushering the boy back inside. “Now, go on. I’ll be back inside in a minute.” You shut the door behind your son once he reluctantly disappeared inside, your shoulders slumped. Turning back towards Leon, it was clear that you were bracing for the incoming questions.

If the fact that the little boy had a few traits just like Leon didn’t tip him off, the name definitely would click something in the depths of his mind. His heart hammered in his chest as he looked back at you, and he could only ask one thing: “How old is he?”

You sighed through your nose, wrapping your arms around your midsection as you stared at the ground. “He turned six in June.”

June, Leon thought. He counted back on his fingers, mumbling out the months until he got to the ninth one. September. His trip down memory lane had turned into yet another day he could put on the calendar as “life-changing”.

I have a son.

The thought was fleeting, but it shook every inch of Leon’s core as he stood before you, frozen in time. Sure, at twenty-one he really hadn’t been the most responsible about “family planning” or even bothering to reach for a condom when the box was right on his nightstand, but he never would’ve thought that this would happen.

And then the soul-crushing guilt came crumbling down on him. He’d left you for Raccoon City. When you were pregnant. With his child.

“When did you find out?” His voice cracked when he asked the question, blue eyes stinging with the threat of a substance that hadn’t rolled down his face in what felt like years: tears.

You bit your lip, looking back up from the ground and into his eyes. The apologetic look on your face only made him sniffle, confirming that Scotty was indeed his. “Two days after you left,” you whispered.

“Why didn’t you try to find me?” Leon’s voice now sounded hurt. If only he’d known just two days earlier, he never would’ve left. Hell, his life may have turned out somewhat decent instead of the clusterfuck it currently was. Maybe, he’d still be a cop. “File for child support, something?”

“Leon,” you let out exasperatedly. “I thought you were dead. I spent the entire nine months mourning you and trying to figure out what to tell him when he grew up and asked where his father was.”

Leon ran a hand over his face, looking up at the sky as he tried to will the tears not to fall past his lashes. He couldn’t cry now, because if he did, he’d never stop. “I never should’ve left,” he whispered, taking a deep, controlled breath to try and get a grip on his emotions. “I should’ve just stayed there, with you.”

You frowned and took a step towards him again, placing your hand on his arm in an attempt to comfort. “You can’t blame yourself,” you tried your best to give him some sort of ease. “You didn’t know. I didn’t know. That isn’t your fault.”

Leon swallowed hard, finally looking back down at you. This time, he couldn’t stop himself from letting a few hot tears roll down his face. “I can’t even tell you what I went through,” he choked out. “And all this time, all these years, I had a kid? I had a family that thought I was dead?”

When he started to tremble, it felt like a thousand needles had driven through your heart. Clearly, in your time apart, something had broken Leon. You wrapped your arms around him, pulling him into an embrace as you rubbed his back. “Hey, hey,” you whispered against his chest. “Shh, it’s okay.”

His grip around you could be considered crushing as his forearms dug into your ribs, pulling you into him with all of his strength. You could feel his tears staining your shirt as he buried his face in your neck, hiding himself as he displayed his emotions for the world to see.

“I have a son,” Leon choked out through his shuddering but soft sobs, words muffled by your skin. The pain cut deep through him, torturing him as he realized he’d missed six years of his child’s life. For all he knew at this moment, Scotty had grown up believing that his father was dead. Whether or not you’d told him the “truth”, the damage had already been done.

“We have a son,” you corrected him softly, pressing a kiss to the side of his head as you held him in your arms. You didn’t know what to feel at that moment. The man you loved had suddenly reappeared, cheating death in your mind and abruptly entering your life. And before you could carefully tell him, the truth had been revealed.

“You can meet him,” you started, still speaking in a soft, soothing tone as your lips pressed against the shell of Leon’s ear. “You just can’t tell him who you are, right now. We’ll figure it out as we go, okay?”

He nodded against you, sniffling as he tried to reel himself back in. This was not how he’d expected this trip to go. But maybe, there was some light at the end of Leon’s tunnel, after all.

“Shit, fuck, shit,” Leon grunted as he limped down the corridor of the airport, feeling every ounce of pain radiating all over his body. Not even seven hours after having gotten the tar beat out of him by Maria Gomez, and getting infected with the T-virus just to be vaccinated not long after, his body definitely wanted to give out on him right now.

But, he didn’t have time to lay out on the floor and give his aching muscles a rest. He was already late, thanks to an unwanted delay in flight plans, and he had a forty-five minute drive to his destination. The event started in thirty minutes.

The man didn’t bother to change out of his mission gear, instead abandoning his tactical vest and holsters in the backseat of his Jeep after he’d gotten his luggage. His beloved and dearly departed Ducati’s keys laid abandoned as well, a sore reminder of his short time in San Francisco. Leon sped out of the airport parking lot, taking off for the suburbs of D.C. with one thing on his mind.

He didn’t even bother to tell you that he’d landed, instead doing as best as he could to get there on time. He owed it to you, and to Scotty, to at least show up for this.

After getting caught in a roadblock, Leon did something he never thought he’d do. He’d flashed his DSO badge to the officer, mumbling something about “official business” that would definitely make his way back to his supervisor, considering he’d gotten out of a ticket for going 60 in a 45. But right now, he didn’t care.

He finally pulled into the parking lot of the high school, circling around three times before he found a parking spot. He almost forgot to lock the Jeep as he rushed inside, making his way towards the gymnasium. They’d just cut off the lights, making it a lot harder to find you in the bleachers until he saw you waving your arms.

“Excuse me, sorry, excuse me, just gonna scooch past you real quick,” he spouted off to every person he cut in front of, inching his way down the row of plastic benches until he got next to you. Leon sat down with a huff once you’d moved your purse from the spot you’d saved him, resting his hands on his knees. “Did I miss anything?”

“Nothing important,” your daughter, Bella, huffed as she scrolled through the phone she was always glued to. “Nothing but boring speeches so far.”

Leon reached out, yanking it from her hands and tucking it into his back pocket. He held a hand up when she tried to protest. “Ah,” he interrupted. “Pay attention. If I can make it, you can get off your phone for twenty minutes.”

You laughed softly as she scowled and looked back towards the stage. Leaning against your husband, you interlaced your fingers with his. “How’d it go?”

“Awful,” Leon grumbled, rubbing his shoulder with his free hand. “Don’t be surprised if I’m purple under my clothes.”

Before you could reply, the principal took her place on stage again and announced the start of the senior class. After reading off names, she finally got to the K’s. You and Leon both leaned forward in your seats, eyes glued to the caps and gowns until you saw the head of floppy blonde hair making his way towards the podium.

“Scotty Kennedy,” the woman announced. You could feel Leon squirming beside you, trying to hold in any noise until your son had actually accepted his diploma. “Following in his father’s footsteps, he will be attending the DC Metropolitan Police Academy in the Fall.”

As soon as the diploma touched Scotty’s fingers, Leon leapt up from his seat. Usually not one to draw much attention to himself, this was definitely one of those rare moments he expressed his excitement. Using two fingers to whistle loudly, he cupped his hands around his mouth and yelled out towards the stage.

“That’s my boy!”

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dainsleif x reader , nsfw

Can I Request Fem Reader & Dainsleif, Please? Reader's A Bit On The Shy Side But Dain's Praise Is Enough

cw: 18+ content MDNI!!! , fem reader, unprotected sex, multiple rounds, creampie, belly bulge, cervix kissing, dain is pussy drunk ya, overstim, dumbification, dacryphilia, not proofread

a/n: lawd have mercy this req is so 🤭🤭🤭🤭 ALSO SORRY FOR RESPONDING SO LATE ANON :(( I was out the whole day so absgshhs

reblogs are appreciated!

Dainsleif’s a man who knows the effect he has on you, and will use it to his advantage.

You were just sitting innocently in his lap, playing with his hair and talking about things that happened to you throughout the day, as usual. But unlike the other times you’ve done this, your words went in one ear and out the other, dain’s mind focused on the way your hips are grinding against his ever so slightly, blue eyes fixed on your plush thighs on either side of his hips. You just looked so soft and so pretty on him, that he couldn’t control the way his cock was hardening under your touch. He himself doesn’t quite know why he’s so sensitive today, but that doesn’t matter to him right now

He places his hands onto your hips, a dark blush creeping up his face as he tries to stop you from moving too much. You notice how he’s not paying attention to you and the redness in his face, your hand reaching up to cup his face to get him to look at you

“you ok, honey?”

he looks up at your face with a hazy gaze, head filled with thoughts of just wanting to be in you. He wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you onto him, lips pressed against your neck as he leaves feather light kisses down the column of your neck, his hips grinding into yours as he pants against your skin. Your hands grab onto his biceps to ground yourself as your body moves against his in a steady rhythm.

“d-dain what are you-“

“need to fuck you, angel. will you let me, hm?” he whispers against your ear, his voice deeper than usual as he tries to suppress the tent growing in his pants, your eyes widening when you finally notice the way his cock is hardening against your ass. “please, you feel so good” he’s nearly begging, growing impatient by the second. His hands are running up and down your thighs in light touches, sending shivers down your spine and arousal pooling in your panties.

Your eyes refuse to meet his, but you hesitantly nod your head with a blush on your cheeks and your head tilted down. He wastes no time removing your shirt, popping off your bra swiftly as he admires your pretty tits, wrapping his warm mouth around your nipple as you writhe on him, involuntarily grinding against his hips with even more vigor. Your hands run through his hair as he continues to suck on your tits, the lewd sight making your panties damp with even more of your slick.

He pulls away from your tits, his tongue cutting off the string of saliva as it runs across his lower lip. The sight of your swollen tits and your flushed face is making his cock twitch between your thighs as he moves your hips back and forth on his lap “fuck, I can’t wait anymore” he nearly growls while hurriedly undoing his pants, not even caring to take it off completely as he pulls his leaking cock out from his precum-stained boxers. You gulp when you see how big his dick is, standing proud against his abdomen with even more precum oozing out from his slit and dripping down onto his throbbing balls. Dain sees the nervousness in your face and reaches up to your face to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, pressing a reassuring kiss to your cheek while his other hand fists his cock.

“don’t worry, I know you’ll take it so well for me, won’t you?” he softly smiles at you as he runs his thumb across your lips, your eyes wide and fixed on his face. He guides his cock with his free hand and rests it on your tummy, his blunt head reaching just below your bellybutton as his cum gets smeared onto your skin

“m-mhm, I will” he smiles at your response, his hand snaking down to your panties and pushing it aside with his finger, rubbing up and down your sticky slit as you stifle a moan. Slowly, he guides your hips up until your glistening pussy is hovering just above his cock, his tip lightly rubbing between your folds before he lowers you down onto him, inch by inch. The broken moan that leaves his chest as he bottoms out makes you delirious, your slick gushing around his cock and onto his balls as he reaches the hilt.

You place your hand on your belly with your mouth agape, feeling the bulge of his cock through the skin

“dain! s’too deep, s’too much!” you’re whining, thinking about how you’d be wrecked by the time he’s finished with you

he slowly starts fucking up into you, his tip smushing against your cervix and his balls kissing your asshole every time he thrusts up into you, your head thrown back as you try to be good for him and take it all. But your whines don’t falter, tears running down your cheeks before his hand reaches up to grab your chin, tilting your head down to meet his eyes.

“for me angel, please. You feel so fucking good on me” he moans out as he shifts his gaze to your bouncing tits, the hand that was on your chin now fondling your boobs as you slowly starts bouncing on his cock, a gasp falling from his lips as he throws his head back, both hands gripping onto your waist for dear life. “fuckkk, so tight…” your hands grip onto his shoulders as you pick up the pace, his moans stirring you on as his hips buck into yours to meet halfway. He shuts his eyes and savors the way your slippery walls slide up and down his dick, his tip throbbing deep within you as his precum oozes out against your cervix.

You just keep bouncing up and down his cock obediently, desperately wanting to hear his moans of your name and praises of how good you’re doing for him.

“fuck, just keep doing that, so good” his words slur as he praises you, his eyes fixed at where you’re connected, sticky strings of cum connecting the both of you, eyeing the way his thick cock is literally splitting you open every time your hips come down to meet his. His lap and abdomen glistens with your essence, his balls wet and producing an awfully lewd squelching noise every time it slaps up against your ass. Your pace harder in response to his praise, wanting to make him cum even as you struggle to take him in.

His calloused thumb finds its way to your puffy clit, rubbing tight circles on it as your walls twitch on him, your high nearing. His cock feels so big in you, as if it just might break you with just how rough his thrusts are and how it’s twitching in you wildly.

Your body slumps against his while he continues to play with your clit, his other hand kneading your ass as you keep bouncing on his dick. You feel the hot coil in your stomach snap as you cum onto him with a scream of his name, walls convulsing onto his cock while he keeps thrusting into you, chasing his own high.

You’re trying to come down from your high but the way he doesn’t stop thrusting into you sends shivers down your spine, screaming at the overstimulation. “w-wait dain, please!” you pull away from his chest as you try to get him to stop, placing your hand onto his abdomen.

But he only pulls you down, seemingly in a trance as his gaze is fixed on your pussy taking in his dick, thrusting up into you wildly as you just keep whining, sobbing on him. He pulls your hips down until you’re flush onto him, his dick going in the farthest it’s ever gone as a punched out moan leaves your throat. Guiding your hips, he grinds you onto him as he spurts out hot jets of cum directly against your cervix, emptying his balls as he fills you up with what seems to be an endless stream of his hot cum.

“oh fuck baby” he moans out with his head thrown back, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down as he gulps, his eyes rolling into the back of his head as he milks his cock into you, giving you every single last drop of his cum.

Now though, his arms are wrapped around your waist, pushing you up and down his cock as your body lays limp against his, tits flushed against his chest and his pace animalistic. His cum from the previous rounds leaks out from your pussy and drips onto his abs, a translucent ring of cum evident at the base of his sloppy dick, more of it smearing onto your asshole and onto his throbbing balls. You’re too fucked out to even care, just letting him use your pussy as he pumps more and more of his cum into you, his thrusts still having the same vigor as he did rounds ago.

“d-dain” you whimper against his chest, weakly gripping onto him, not having any energy left from how overstimmed you are, head empty except for the feeling of the way his fat cock continues to drive into you.

“j-just a bit more, angel, this is the last one, promise” you’d believe in his words if that wasn’t the last thing he said rounds before, his hard dick still not faltering despite cumming countless times in you. In reality, the head of his cock is burning with overstimulation, shooting out nothing but watery cum into you, but he persists, not being able to pull out of your sopping wet heat.

But of course you just let him fuck into you, not caring about how sore your legs are or how tired you feel. You did say you’d take it all, didn’t you?

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fouyumixuri

5 months ago

fuck it sasuke thirst

"Bend over." Is whispered against your skin, rough hands that gently push you over the kitchen counter, a wet kiss pressed to the back of your neck.

"Dinner isn't finished, mmm-!" You moan as his hands travel down, teasing at your cunt, circling over your clit through your underwear.

"Doesn't matter." Sasuke murmurs, once he feels dampness through the cloth pushing it down until it's just over your ankles. An arm circles your waist, pulling you close, his free hand lines his cock up with your entrance. Pushing it in swiftly, in one fast movement that has his cock head pressing at your g-spot in an instant. "Just want to feel- to feel this warm pussy 'round my cock..." He gasps, he always moans so prettily.

You moan as he keeps thrusting into you, gently at first, movements that gradually become rougher, until his free hand tangles in your hair, pulling your head upwards.

"Rough- Ah-! Rough day today?" You ask, biting your lip, pushing your hips towards his cock.

"The worst." He grunts, pounding and plapping his frustration away, his eyes dark and half lidded as he stares at the little gap between his cock and your plump ass, he grits his teeth when he sees the thread of slick that connects you both, throwing his head back. He lets go of your hair, and just wraps both of his arms around you as his pace becomes erratic and manic, aggressive and imprecise, hitting at your spongy walls and good places in impulsive motions that make your head spin, unable to predict where he'll strike next. "Let me- Gonna- Gonna cum inside." He warns, his eyes filling with tears, almost drooling as he moans again, letting go of his usual quiet self. "Give me a baby, ___. Just give me a baby, let me- let me fill you."

With a couple more incoherent blabbers and blissful moans, he finally cums inside, pinching at your clit with the last remains of his conscious mind so you'll clench around him so deliciously, milk him dry.

He breathes heavily, holding you close as you both recover. And then he flips you over and crouches, his tongue lapping at your folds, cleaning what's left of him inside, he looks up at you, his dark lashes glistening.

"Care if I have my dinner right now?" He asks, flashing you a characteristic cocky grin as he starts to eat you out.

It's not fair that he is the only one cumming tonight.

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fouyumixuri

1 year ago

Happy (very Very Late Lol) Birthday To Danny Phantom.

Happy (very very late lol) Birthday to Danny Phantom.

I can't believe the show is 20 years old.

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fouyumixuri

1 year ago

First Time

A/N: Written for the person who requested it, I hope you enjoy it! synopsis: After you both confess that you are virgins in a game of truth or dare, Gojo offers to take your virginity. (afab reader, aged up characters, set during Gojo's Jujutsu High days)

You still remember the moment you fell in love with Satoru Gojo. It was when you had joined Jujutsu High and met him for the first time. You had met him outside by the koi fish pond. Coming from a non sorcerer family, you didn’t know anything about him then. Not that he was the strongest, a practical God on Earth, the honored one.

Not a damn thing.

All you had known then was that he was handsome and so you had made small talk to him the way you would anyone else as you two sat and watched the fish swim in circles. You enjoyed his kind and witty personality and had immediately felt at ease with him.

It was such a small thing but it had meant everything to him as well. You had seen him as simply Satoru and had spared him from all the usual awkward ogling. He had hoped as time went on that you wouldn’t change in your behavior with him as you learned more about him.

He was grateful when you still treated him the same and as a result the two of you had become close friends. Of course neither of you had crossed that bridge regarding your mutual feelings out of fear of rejection and ruining the dynamic the two of you had going.

Still, it was evident to anyone that knew the both of you that there were feelings there: mutual yearning and longing looks that when called out would be denied. Perhaps the two of you would have continued that way for who knows how long if it hadn’t been for Geto and Shoko that had suggested playing drunk truth or dare one night after coming back from a mission.

“Wait so you’ve never had sex?” Shoko had asked you as that had been your truth question to answer. You had foolishly believed that choosing the truth would spare you from any embarrassment.

“I told you the truth. I’ve never done that,” you had said, face hot.

You hated talking about this in front of Gojo. Both Geto and Shoko admitted to having lost their virginity, the former bragging about just how many women he had been with from the sister school.

“Well why haven’t you done it, yet? You’re very pretty I’m sure lots of guys would want to,” Shoko continued to press the issue.

Though you knew she didn’t mean for it to be embarrassing, the spotlight on your lack of sexual experience was growing humiliating. Luckily, Gojo, who seemed to always be in tune with your feelings, spoke up.

“So what if she hasn’t had sex? Leave her alone. It’s nothing to be embarrassed of,” he said.

You gave him a wry smile as thanks, the heat from your cheeks dying down.

“Well don’t leave us hanging, Satoru. You’ve been awfully quiet, what about yourself?” Geto asked.

You found that odd. Surely the two would talk about these things amongst each other, but Gojo was ever the mystery.

“I haven’t had sex either if you must know,” he said. Unlike you there was no shred of embarrassment visible in his demeanor.

“No way! But what about all those girls from the other school?” Shoko asked.

Gojo shook his head.

“I said I didn’t have sex not that I didn’t do anything at all. Now can we please move on to something else?”

Luckily, the alcohol in everyone’s system kept the mood light hearted and the other two were easily derailed to other topics.

Afterwards, Gojo walked you back to your room. He had his hand resting on his neck the way it always did when he was pensive. He stopped in his tracks causing you to do the same.

“Listen what I said back there, I meant it. You shouldn’t be embarrassed just because you haven’t had your first time yet,” he said.

“Thanks for that,” you replied a little unsure of why he was bringing it up now. His cheeks seemed a little pink but perhaps that was the alcohol?

“I just think your first time should be with someone special, don't you agree?” he continued.

“Yeah I feel the same,” you said. His next words caught you by surprise.

“So I want you to know even though there’s nothing wrong with it, if you- you know don’t wanna be a virgin anymore I’d be cool with helping you out with that,” he said. His stuttering was unusual for him, especially since he was usually so confident and well composed. He was a young man of conviction and that’s why earlier he hadn’t been embarrassed to admit he was a virgin because he believed in the sentiment of the first time being sacred.

“Are you offering to have sex with me?” you asked slowly, your mind not fully registering his words yet.

“If you want to. I just- look, you’re special to me. You’ve always seen me for me,” he said, closing the slight gap between the two of you. His hand cupped your cheek before adding, “am I special to you?”

Him touching you wasn’t unusual, as your close friend he had hugged you, ruffled your hair, and laid his head on your shoulder. All of these actions had always made your heart react and now was no different, in fact it only raced more alongside the question he had asked you.

“Yes you’re special to me Satoru,” you said in almost a whisper.

“Well I want you to think about it. My offer always stands. Shoko is right there’s no shortage of guys that would want to be with you, but I wanna be your first. You’re so special and important to me I wanna make sure you’re well taken care of.”

He planted a kiss on your forehead and wished you goodnight then, leaving you to stay up restless considering his offer.

First, your mind thought about how he could possibly be a virgin as well. He was a known flirt and had flings even if not serious girlfriends, but he wasn’t a liar so you knew when he said he was a virgin he was telling the truth.

Second, you wanted to be with him. You had always known that you had feelings for him so why deny him when he was offering it with good intentions? Despite it being the middle of the night, you called him. He answered on the first ring.

“What are you still doing up?” He asked, though his voice sounded just as alert with no hint of sleepiness.

“Couldn’t sleep,” you replied.

“Same,” he said laughing slightly and you were glad to know at least he was in a similar position.

“Listen about your offer. I agree,” you said.

“Holy shit, really?” He asked in both shock and excitement.

“Yeah, I just thought about what you said..” you paused, chewing the inside of your cheek before continuing.. “Am I really special to you?”

“Of course you are. I’ve never lied to you and I’m not going to start now,” he said seriously, and you believed him. You were silent for so long he spoke up again: “so do you want me to come over now or..”

Your cheeks felt on fire as you realized you hadn’t exactly called with a plan of action other than telling him you agree.

“I hadn’t thought that far,” you admitted.

“It’s okay. How about tomorrow night? That way we have time to prepare and think about it and everything,” he said gently and you were grateful at how he was trying to accommodate you.

“Yeah tomorrow night sounds good,” you agreed.

“Cool, so you wanna do it in my room or yours? I have no preference,” he said.

“My room if that’s okay,” you replied. Your reasoning was you’d enjoy the familiarity of your room and your own bed would allow you to relax without having to worry about somehow ruining his.

“That’s okay. I have some errands to run tomorrow but we’re still good for the night and I’ll text you to confirm,” he said.

“Sounds good, well goodnight,” you said a little hurriedly.

“Goodnight,” he said before hanging up.

Unbeknownst to each other, the two of you both struggled to get sleep that night as anticipation for the next night’s engagement.

—

“What’s that?” You asked Gojo as he showed up at your door at the time you had agreed upon with a medium sized pink paper bag in hand.

“Just some things to set the mood and things we may need,” he said walking past you into the room.

You closed and locked the door behind him watching as he started taking out white candles from the bag and placing them on your nightstand.

“That’s so thoughtful of you. I’m sorry I didn’t think of it before,” you said, shifting slightly.

Your prep had consisted of taking an ‘everything shower’ earlier and making sure your body was moisturized and groomed to your liking.

“Don’t worry about it. I want you to be comfortable,” he said, lighting the candles then going to turn off your electric light.

“Should we use a condom?” you asked suddenly, remembering.

“It’s your decision. I brought some in the bag if you want me to wear one,” he said.

He seemed to have thought about everything. You were grateful for his efforts to make you comfortable. You weren’t sure if you wanted to use a condom for your first time as you did want to be able to feel everything and you knew where you were in your cycle so the chances of pregnancy would be very low.

“We can start with one if that’s okay and see how it goes,” you offered.

“Sure, whatever you want,” he said, seeming indifferent about it.

You stood there and shifted uncomfortably under his gaze. He smiled at you and went to sit at your bed, motioning you to come sit with him. You did so.

“Sorry if this is awkward,” you said shyly, not meeting his gaze.

He lifted your chin up gently so you were forced to meet his eyes.

“It’s a learning experience for both of us. Don’t worry. Can I kiss you? That’s how it usually starts anyways,” he said.

You gave him consent by nodding and his lips were on yours. At first the kiss was soft and gentle, sweet light pecks that allowed you to get used to the taste and feel of him. They soon grew more feverish as you kissed him back. His tongue entered your mouth, lightly grazing the roof of your mouth.

“You taste good,” he whispered as the kiss broke apart a faint trail of saliva still connecting the two of you.

“You do too,” you said, already feeling a pool of arousal forming between your thighs. His lips moved down your neck, and it felt so sensual and eventually he traced that path back with his lips, his destination being yours once more. You felt him smile against your lips.

“Are you comfortable?” he asked, pulling away gently, his eyes ever so soft.

“Yeah, you’re a really good kisser Satoru,” you complimented him. He shrugged it off but you could tell from his smile and the blushing of cheeks that the praise meant a lot to him.

“Would it be okay if I took your shirt off? You can take mine off too,” he offered.

“Yeah that’s fine,” you replied and held your arms up as he helped discard your lounge shirt leaving you exposed in your bra.

“Wow you’re incredible,” he whispered in awe.

“Thanks,” you said, hoping he didn’t notice how red your face was getting before you added,”let me help you now.”

His white cotton tee was soon discarded, revealing his muscular torso. Instinctively, you reached out to touch his six pack and he shivered a little at the touch.

“Sorry,” you said, quickly dropping your hand.

“No,” he replied, taking your hand and placing it back where it had been, “it’s fine I like when you touch me.”

The sincerity in his words gave you courage and so you let your hands run down his chest, taking in the firmness of his sculpted figure.

When you looked up at him he was watching you intently with fondness in eyes.

“Can I touch you as well?” he asked.

You nodded.

His large hands went to cup your breasts, the nipples were almost seeping out of your bra from this gesture, and it was alluring to him. He wanted to take his time though, and cherish every moment with you.

You felt the same, and no words were needed as he kissed you again, still cupping your breasts through your bra. You sighed in pure bliss and you were really enjoying how you were both taking the time to become used to each other’s bodies and touch. Losing yourself in the feel of him, your hand rested at the front of his pants and you could tell he was hard already.

“Fuck,” he groaned, breaking the kiss apart as he felt your hand palming at his front.

“This okay?” you asked innocently. You knew he had done stuff before even if he hadn’t had actual full on sex so you were trying to lead by his example, not wanting things to be so formal or awkward.

“It’s more than okay, baby. I’m just worried I won’t be able to last long if you keep at that,” he said laughing a little before continuing,”here how about I start to prep you a little, yeah?” He tugged at the drawstring of your matching lounge pants.

You nodded but then felt embarrassed at the immense pooling you felt in your panties.

“Wait, Satoru-“ you said as he undid the tie of the drawstring.

“Something wrong?” he asked with genuine concern.

“I’m just really wet down there, forewarning,” you said.

He smirked at that.

“Good you’re supposed to. It’ll feel better for you that way, trust me,” he said.

When he felt your body relax, he undid the knot now fully allowing for you to pull your pants down. You appreciated how he allowed you to do it yourself, letting you make the decision. Your pants fully discarded, you were exposed to him in the matching baby blue set you had chosen specifically for him.

For Gojo, the curved shape of your ass and the soft supple skin of your exposed thighs were driving him crazy.

“You’re perfect,” he told you. He positioned himself so he was on his knees in front of you. “I’m gonna try something, let me know if you want me to stop.” His hand went to your sex, cupping it briefly before moving the fabric of your underwear to the side so he could feel and see your pussy.

“Satoru..” your breathing hitched, you weren’t sure why exactly you were calling his name but you knew you needed more of him. He seemed to understand.

“Fuck-you’re soaking,” he exclaimed. His eyes were fixated on your pussy and he was biting his lip. Taking one finger, he pushed through the folds gaining entrance.

You winced a little and he paused.

“It’s okay, just getting used to it,” you said, relaxing your body to make it easier. You felt long his finger gain full access to you and the sensation of it being inside you felt interesting and new. Yes, you had explored and pleasured yourself before, but it was much different when someone else did it. His digit felt much more prominent.

“Good girl, you’re so fucking good. I had brought lube in case we needed it but it seems like you have plenty of your own,” he praised, entranced by how you pooled around his finger, “let’s see if you can take another.” He took another long finger and put it inside of you next to the former, gently stretching you as he did so. Determined to make this a good experience for you, his free hand searched and easily found your clit, a bud behind the rose petal folds of your pussy.

“Oh my god,” you moaned as you felt him stimulate your clit and begin to buckle his fingers inside of you at the same time.

“Feels good?” he asked for feedback, though from the way your eyes rolled back in pleasure he was sure he knew.

“So good, Satoru. How are you so good at this?” you asked, succumbing to moans as his free thumb stroked your clit.

Truth was, he had spent his prep time reading up on female anatomy. Sure, he had messed around with women before but he was still a virgin and as a man he felt it fell on him to make the first time perfect for you. He had also watched some porn but when a lot of them seemed catered to men with unrealistic expectations and regard for the women he had turned to amateur couple porn and read erotica.

Of course he wasn’t going to tell you any of that though, despite what you may have thought he also got flustered around you.

“Gonna give you another,” he said, turned on at how putty-like you were becoming for him. The third finger didn’t go in as easily as the first two. “Shhh come on baby you can do it. Need you to take them, otherwise we can’t fuck.”

To help you relax, he inched up closer to you until his face was in front of yours, kissing you sloppily. Your hands went to his snowy hair, loving how soft it felt and earning you a moan from him. When the kiss broke apart, you felt more turned on.

“Hold on to me if you need to,” he said, pushing the third finger all the way in. Your hands gripped his shoulders and you sighed feeling the fullness of his three long fingers inside of you. “Good girl, I knew you could do it.” He began to thrust his fingers inside of you, mimicking the action of what was to come. All the while his free thumb stroked your clit.

Your moans became gurgle-like and you couldn’t believe how good he was making you feel from just fingers alone.

“Satoru, I feel-“

“You’re close, baby I know. I can feel it from how your pussy is gripping around my fingers,” he said. Your toes curled and you felt your orgasm coming as he kept the steady tune of stimulation.

“Ahhh..oh fuck,” you moaned, your words slurring as you hit your peak.

He chuckled as you laid back, breathing heavily and trying to collect yourself. You watched him suck on one of the fingers he had put inside of you.

“Want a taste?” he teased.

You shook your head, still breathing hard. That was so good.. too good. You hadn’t even orgasmed that good on your own.

“Satoru, promise me you’re a virgin too,” you said.

His eyes lit up at that.

“Was it that good? I promise I’m a virgin. I just read up on stuff. I want it to be good for you,” he said. His skin became rosy and you believed him, noticing his bashfulness.

You watched as he walked over to the pink bag he had brought with him rummaging through it.

“What are you doing?” you asked.

“Getting a condom,” he replied.

You had nearly forgotten about that. You remembered how good it had felt to feel all the ridges and skin of his fingers, suddenly you couldn’t think of anything worse than having that skin to skin contact blocked.

“Wait Satoru, I changed my mind. We don’t have to use one,” you said.

“Really?” he asked, excited.

“I just want to feel all of you,” you said shyly. He came back over to you, bending down like before to kiss you.

“Thank you for trusting me with that honor,” he said afterwards, his lips still lingering inches from yours. The intensity of his gaze and his proximity made you feel faint.

“Shut up, Satoru,” you said giggling both from nerves and at how serious he sounded.

“I mean it. I’ve meant every word of what I’ve told you. You’re special to me,” he said, then you felt him hook his thumbs underneath your bra, “let’s get you out of this pretty thing, yeah?”

He undid your bra easily and you helped him remove it, placing it on the floor. Your underwear soon followed.

For Gojo, it was everything he had ever fantasized about, having you laid bare before him.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered in awe but it was enough for you to hear.

Laying there completely vulnerable to him, you didn’t feel as embarrassed as you thought you would have. You chalked that up to him having taken various measures to make you comfortable.

He began to undo his pants, unzipping the front and pulling them down alongside his boxers to reveal his hard, long length.

You gulped at seeing how big and thick he really was. It was also veiny and the head was plump and pink.That was supposed to go inside of you?

“Don’t worry, baby. That’s why we prepped,” he said, seeming to read your thoughts.

“It’s so big, Satoru,” you said astonished, but you supposed it made sense he was just tall and big in general.

He seemed smug at that and came over to you again lining up in front of you.

“You ready? Just relax, we’ll go nice and slow,” he said.

“I’m ready,” you said.

You felt a slightly brief discomfort as his tip fettered through your folds into the plush entrance.

“Shh, how are you doing? Just relax like you did for my fingers,” he said gently, almost nurturing.

This was so much different than a finger however, it was thicker and wider and to think this was only the tip. He shoved a little more then sighed, a laugh of relief falling from his lips as his full tip was in.

“You feel really warm,” he said. He craved more of it, wanted his full length soaring inside of you already, but he knew in order for the sensation to feel good and be non invasive to you he had to take his time.

As for you, you enjoyed this new feeling of the sensitive skin of his head soaking inside of you.

“I want more, Satoru,” you whined, desperate to find out how his full length felt.

“Yes ma’am,” he chuckled at your mutual enthusiasm. With that, he gave you another, inch adoring the way your lips let out a delicate little ‘o’ as he did so. All the while you soaked him more and more as you grew more excited.

Another inch, another moan, all until his full length was finally resting inside of you.

You felt each unique ridge and curve of his penis and it felt amazing knowing you were the only one who had ever felt him this way.

“Satoru, it feels so good,” you whispered.

“You feel incredible too, like you were made for me,” he said, amazed and enthralled at how you fit perfectly around him. He bent down and kissed you passionately, still in this missionary position. The skin to skin contact with him felt divine, incredibly intimate as his chest smushed against your breasts. When the kiss broke apart he added: “To think it feels this good just to soak and I haven’t even started thrusting yet. I suppose I’ll start now, but please don’t hold it against me if I don’t last too long.”

“It’s okay, Satoru,” you said, assuring him. After all, it was his first time as well, you wouldn’t possibly hold anything against him performance wise.

With your reassurance, he began to thrust his length, giving you steady rhythmic strokes.

“Fuck, you’re so fucking warm,” he groaned. Never had he felt a pleasure this good. Your soft walls engulfed him in their warmth, the sensation could only be described as the same soothing feeling one got from standing near a fireplace. Your pussy was greedily clamping down on him and your bed had begun to squeak at the back and forth motion.

“Yes Satoru oh yes give it to me,” you whined, your legs wrapped around his waist bringing him even closer still and your hands went to his back desperately clawing at him.

“Fuck, don’t think I can last much longer even though I want to- ah oh you’re so fucking hot,” his voice sounded so animalistic as he was losing himself in the feel of it.

You moaned as he continued to fuck himself into you, his length hitting your sensitive spots.

“I’m close we never discussed it- where do you want me to finish?” he asked, voice pained as he tried to be considerate despite being completely out of his mind. “Baby, baby tell me where you want me to cum,” he continued, urgency in his voice when you didn’t answer him.

“Inside, Satoru, I want it inside,” you replied at last, forming words out of your moans.

“Ahhh fuck so good to me,” he praised. The sounds of wet skin slapping against each other, the bed spring creaking and your shared moans was enough to set him over the edge.

His hot fluid shot into you and he collapsed on top of you, careful not to crush you with his full weight. You stroked his hair as you both tried to catch your breathing.

You weren’t a virgin anymore, you had sex with your best friend who you’ve been crushing on for so long. It was enough to make your head spin.

“Did you like it?” Gojo asked, lifting his head to look at you. His eyes were vulnerable and you could tell his mood relied on your answer.

Luckily, you had enjoyed yourself and could tell him just as much.

“It was perfect. You really made our first time so special, Satoru,” you said truthfully.

“I wanna sleep here with you tonight. Would that be okay?” he asked.

You couldn’t think of anything better than having him sleep between the sheets with you. It would add to the intimacy of it all.

“Yes I’d like that,” you replied.

“Cool,” he said.

The two of you laid like that a little while longer. You traced shapes into the skin of his back and felt the rise and fall of his chest against yours.

When he at last spoke again he said: “I don’t just want to be your first, I intend to be your one and only.”

If your heart could smile you know it would at his words. You watched the wick of the candle drop the flames, an ever present reminder of the passion between you two.

“I was hoping you’d say that.”

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fouyumixuri

1 year ago

hi! i love your writing so much! i was wondering if you could write something with leon and a clingy reader? she just likes being held by him, and one day a make out session gets out of hand while he’s holding her so he just fucks her while standing up, not letting her get down. i don’t know if this makes sense but the thought won’t leave my head. hope you’re having a good day/night! <3

pairing: leon kennedy x fem!reader

summary: you're such a needy little thing. leon can't get enough of you, and when he finds out you like being held, he has to take advantage of that.

cw: nsfw (18+), smut, p in v, oral sex (m receiving), standing sex, daddy kink

word count: 3.9k

a/n: thank you so much for the request! i FELT this one cause i also have a thing about being held hehe. i hope it's what you were looking for :) reblogs and comments are really appreciated <3

tags: @sleepyluxe @kaitkatme @tosuckmyweenis @pupthepokemonenthusiast @bizzarethirst @death-paint @petitecolibri @iron-toxinz @wildest-dreams-at-midnight @nexysworld @explorevenus @luniaxi

It only took Leon a couple weeks of dating to figure out that his girlfriend was exceptionally needy. He could tell you tried to suppress it to the best of your ability, control your yearning for physical contact, but it was still there. Honestly, it was obvious from the way you looked at him alone. Glossy, pleading eyes just calling out to him for some love.

At first, he was wary of this trait. He wasn’t good with affection normally. Didn’t like talking about his feelings. That stuff was just too much. He’s a busy guy already. He didn’t need extra worries in the form of a sweet thing like you rubbing your cheek against his neck, snaking your arms beneath his shirt, softly pleading “Leon, I wanna cuddle.”

But his problem was that he always gave into that stuff. Words like those hitting his ears, your pouty lips begging for his kisses, and grabby hands roaming around his body always got you what you wanted. He’d plant a smooch on your temple or forehead, grunt a quiet “c’mere then baby,” and pull you on top of him.

Time passed, and you grew on him like ivy climbing a stone wall. Your clingy nature took root somewhere inside him and drove him wild. It was addictive, feeling so needed. For the first time in his life, he felt like someone’s absolute first choice. It was nice living out his days with the subconscious idea that he was your favorite person. He could get a bit cocky about it sometimes but more than anything it made him all sappy. He couldn’t help it. He tried keeping up the cool, slick persona around you for a little while because impressing you was so important to him. But the way you looked at him made him feel like Superman. Your precious face tilted upwards to gaze at him like he was the only man you’d ever laid eyes on. It just made him wanna scoop you up and take off, soar far up into the clouds where it would just be the two of you.

So he ended up feeding into this kind of behavior one thousand percent, enabling you with no reservations. If you were sitting together, you were on his lap. Standing near each other? His arm was around you, keeping you tucked to his chest. The two of you would be lying in bed and simple cuddling just didn’t cut it anymore. No, instead, he’d be rubbing your back, nuzzling and kissing your neck, massaging your scalp. And the pet names were constant. Your actual name was only reserved for serious or special occasions. In ordinary conversations, it was always “my baby” with the intermittent “precious girl” or “princess” mixed in.

Because, from his perspective, why wouldn’t he? You both deserved this. You craved the physical affection you’d never gotten enough of while he yearned for a sweet little thing to dote on and love between the brutal DSO missions that plagued most of his time. He didn’t give a fuck if someone wanted to say it was codependent or that he was whipped. You were his baby, and if sweet tender affection was what revved your engine, what kind of man would he be to deprive you of it?

Maybe he was whipped. He wouldn’t shy away from that label. He loved you undoubtedly. His heart ached to see you smiling and laughing. Each individual cell in his body cried out to be pressed against you. But in the same breath, he’d be a liar if he said that sex played no part in his urges to coddle you.

He’d never seen a girl get as cock drunk as you. He’d warm you up with his cooing and caresses, and then all he had to do was slide a few inches in you, and you were gone. Nothing had ever gotten him so hard. It’s like your brain shut off as soon as your sweet little pussy was filled up. Really, you went the whole nine yards; whining, babbling, drooling. Your gorgeous lashes would flutter as your eyes went hazy, and you always wanted to hold his hand. Well, more specifically, you wanted him to offer his hand to you. He’d simply murmur “Aw, is it too much, princess? Here, hold daddy’s hand. That’s my girl,” and you were already cumming.

Cause that was the other part of this whole thing. Shortly after he caught on to your intense need for physical affection, he discovered your penchant for the infamous d word. The first time you’d said it, he had you pinned down to the mattress, face shoved against your pillow, hips slightly elevated while he stuffed you full of cock. You just cried it out in the same way you’d yell for God or whine “fuck.” And he rolled with it. One little word wasn’t gonna get in the way of what he’d found with you.

Beyond calling him daddy, Leon tried to take note of all the things that got you going. Sure, you were fond of physical expressions of love, and you probably wouldn’t turn down an offer from him ever. But that didn’t mean you didn’t have favorites when it came to this stuff. Leon took pride in remembering what you liked. Over the months of your relationship, he made a point to remember the specific motion you liked him to do when he rubbed your back. He burned into his mind that you liked to kiss in a way that would definitely make those over-the-top smooching noises found in network dramas. What could he say? He just wanted to do everything right for you.

Possibly his favorite thing that he discovered about you though was your love for being held. Love probably wasn’t even a strong enough word. Your affinity? Proclivity? Plain white hot need? Who fucking knows. All he knew was that you had a major thing for being wrapped up in his arms with your head on his shoulder.

The first hint he’d got at this part of you came by pure accident. He’d just arrived home from a mission, a long and taxing one at that. He’d missed you like crazy, felt as needy as you did on a daily basis, and you were practically vibrating with a longing for his touch. So when you came bounding down the hallway to meet him at the front door, he’d grabbed you by the waist, picked you up and spun you around like in an old cartoon when the prince and princess finally get their happily ever after.

Coming out of the short twirl, he’d brought you to his chest and held your body a little ways above the ground. He cradled your head to your shoulder and kept his grip tight to support you. And it wasn’t like you melted or had little hearts gleaming in your eyes, but something in your demeanor shifted.

“There’s my baby,” he muttered while smacking kisses on the side of your head.

You replied with how much you missed him, more than anything in the whole world. He laughed his deep, rumbling laugh and brought you over to the couch. You were all over him even more than normal which was really saying something. You couldn’t stop pecking his face or pushing up against him. Next thing he knew, you were tugging at his belt and taking his dick down your throat.

“Fuck, precious. don’t gotta choke yourself. It’s not goin’ anywhere,'' he hummed while tilting his head back against the couch. You weren’t normally so forward. You were always needy, but typically, you waited for him to initiate. It was much more your style to drop hints that you were in the mood and wait for him to pick up on your signals, but this time you just went for it.

He stroked the back of your head while you bobbed your head, taking him deeper each time. Groans fell from his lips, and his hips jolted in small twitches. Your saliva seeped out over your soft lips and dribbled down to his balls. You had never lacked enthusiasm before, but now you were taking him like his cock was the best treat you’d ever had.

He could barely stand the sight of you in that moment. Cute eyes drooping while your cheeks hollowed. Once he heard the muted sound of you gagging, he was done for. Shot his load deep in your throat in what would have been an embarrassingly short amount of time if you were anyone else. But you swallowed it all without any complaints and then crawled into his lap to cuddle some more. As you curled up to his chest, he knew something he did struck a chord with you to get you so eager.

So naturally, he tried picking you up again a couple days later. He had to know if that was a fluke or if it really was a thing. This time it was much more intentional, but he still played it off as a teasing gesture. He scooped you up from behind while you were fidgeting with something in the kitchen, expecting a whiny chorus of “Leon!” and “Stop, put me down!” But you didn’t say either. You let out a soft squeak and a quiet “What are you doing?”

“Just giving you a hug, baby,” he teased and situated you in his embrace so your front was pressed to his.

Almost immediately, as if your skull was magnetized, your head fell to his shoulder. Your limbs tightened around him a little and you took a deep breath like you wanted to commit his scent to memory. You didn’t even complain about him pulling you away from whatever task had been occupying your attention.

“This isn’t a hug,” you’d said softly.

“Says who? Seems like a hug to me, got my arms around you,” he responded with a small kiss to your temple.

His hand rose to your head and cradled it against his shoulder as your legs locked around his waist. He stood there with you for a moment just taking in the embrace. It was as if he could feel you melt against his body.

“A hug is when we’re both standing,” you say quietly while slotting your face in the warm crook of his neck.

“Yeah? You look that up in the dictionary or something?” he mutters in return.

When he had a firm hold on you, he walked you through the living room, taking the long way up to the bedroom to give his little experiment some time to play out. You rested quietly in his grasp as he navigated past furniture. He ran his free hand up and down your back as he moved, his other one planted firmly on your thigh to support you.

After the two of you reached the bedroom, he set you down on the bed and climbed in after you. His fingers coasted across your cheek as he looked down into your eyes, studying you in a way. He was still curious about what was going through your head. Again, him holding you like that had led to some of the best sex the two of you’d had, but there was something deeper there too. This wasn’t just a cheat code to get you to drop your panties. There was an emotional part of this too. He could tell.

“So you like when I pick you up, hm?” he’d asked.

You looked up at him from your spot against his chest, glowing a bit as you came down from the high. “I guess,” you answered with a tiny shrug.

He’d chuckled at your attempt to be casual and just dropped the subject matter. Your reasons were probably sensitive to you. Located in a deep, private cavern of your heart that was too guarded for you to let even him in yet. And that was ok with him. For now, he’d just chalk it up to some desire on an instinctual level. It was just something that made you tick, and it became something he did for you from time to time when you needed that extra level of care.

This evening, the two of you had been watching some movie. To be honest, Leon didn’t even remember what it was called at this point because he didn’t really wanna watch it in the first place. He was much more interested in you. You had just started it up as he arrived home from running some errands though, so he didn’t want to be rude and ask you to shut it off just because he was horny. Instead, he flopped down next to you on the couch.

A small laugh bubbles from your lips as he pulls you to him and kisses down the side of your face, murmuring for you to explain what’s going on in the thing you were watching. You ramble on about the story, telling him that it’s the end of the world and these guys are trapped in this house, and that one is friends with that one but hates the other one, and blah blah blah. He loved you to death, but he just couldn’t care less about that right now. He hums along with a stream alternating between “mhm” and “oh yeah.”

Your laughter increases as his kisses become more distracting. He nips at the skin of your throat and litters your soft skin with love bites. His tongue laves at your neck as his nose coasts over your flesh. After a while, your own interest in the movie begins to dwindle. You turn your head and plant some smooches on his face, enticing him to tilt his head upwards. The two of you meet in the middle, connecting your lips.

Mouths move in sync, tongues brush each other, and soon enough, your seat’s been abandoned in favor of your true favorite spot. You’re parked on his lap, the lush flesh of your ass flush against his semi-hard bulge. His hand slithers up your back underneath your shirt to rub up and down your spine while pulling you closer. Your breathing gets heavier, and you’re practically panting when you two finally pull away for a break. Your lips are wet with spit and a little puffy from making out. He drags his thumb over your bottom one as he smirks at your glazed eyes.

“Think you’d be ok with finishing this later?” he asks.

To his pleasure, you’re quick to accept the offer with a nod. “Seen it before anyways,” you admit and lean back in for more kisses.

He chuckles into your mouth and boosts you up without even turning the tv off. He’s stumbling to the bedroom, and you’re latched onto him like a little spidermonkey or something. He knew well by now that being carried took your brain to that sweet spot of utter submission, but today you were on something else entirely. You were getting whiny between kisses. He was having to support you extra because your hands were trying to slide in between the two of you and get at his pants. He assumed it was cause he got you riled up before picking you up, but he didn’t lament about it too much. He wasn’t thinking with his head right now.

All your squirming around nearly made him trip and topple the both of you to the ground. He grunts and shifts you around, trying to get you to settle down at least till you reach the bedroom. You wouldn’t let up though, continuing on with your impatient hip rocking and greedy fingers. He’s sure he’s about to fall over and one of you is moments away from serious injury, so he totters a few steps over and secures you against the wall.

“Jesus, you’d think I’d just got back from a war or something,” he breathes.

You laugh, but keep up your neediness. “Just want you so bad. Missed my daddy all day,” you murmur.

“Yeah? I know it’s hard being away from me. Your little head’s just not cut out for all that thinking is it?” he coos condescendingly, “This is how you're meant to be, just attached to daddy, letting him take care of everything while you tag along.”

“Mhm,” you nod and kiss him again. He can feel you smiling against his lips.

“Yeah, so how bout you do me a favor then and stop wriggling around so much. You wanna get dropped on your head so thinking isn’t even an option anymore?” he teases.

“No. I just…” you whimper defensively. A smile spreads across your face as you hide your face at the base of his neck. “I just want you… really bad.”

That was a tone Leon knew well by now. That was the tone of the guessing game. It was the voice you used when you wanted something but were too shy to just ask for it. So Leon had to decipher your signals and figure out what that thing was. Luckily, this time around it was pretty simple.

“Really bad? Like pinned down in the middle of the hallway while I’m stuffing you full of cum bad?” he asks.

“Sorta…” you say.

With an amused shake of his head, he thinks a little more. The stuffed full of cum thing was a given. So what was off? He was thinking through this as if searching for a missing puzzle piece. He runs through different scenarios before it clicks. He laughs a little. It was kind of obvious once he had it.

“Oh, of course not. There’s no way you’d choose to be out of my arms. What was I thinking?” he says, exaggerating his cadence, “So you want it standing?”

You nod, and with the right answer, that little smile feels so much sweeter. He leans harder into you, keeping you by pressing you between him and the wall. Giving you a few messy kisses, he finally undoes his pants and pushes them down to his mid-thigh. He was fully hard now. You could feel it as he rolled his hips against your center.

“Lucky you’re wearing a skirt, nice and easy for me,” he hums.

He bunches up the fabric around your waist before dragging his fingers over your panties, feeling how they were damp. He smirks against your lips while applying more pressure, seeking out your swollen clit.

“Already so wet, baby,” he chides, “Is this how you get while I’m not with you? Can’t think of anything but daddy cause your pretty pussy’s just crying for some more attention.”

“Yeah, need you to make the ache go away,” you say in a breathy whimper.

“I know you do,” he coos.

It’s a bit difficult in this position, but Leon manages to remove the last barriers of cloth separating the two of you. He lines up his dick with your entrance and slides home. Now it’s his head that falls on your shoulder as he groans. His stance didn’t really allow him to ease in. He was balls deep in the first stroke. You let out a long satisfied moan.

Taking a moment to readjust, he gets his elbows hooked under the bends of your knees. You’re basically bent in half, his cock to your cervix. This angle felt even deeper too. Your walls pulse around him as you work to accommodate the length.

“That’s it, pretty girl. Every part of you clings to me,” he grunts before taking a step away from the wall.

Losing the stability behind your back had you rocking and shifting more, causing his tip to nudge against all those sweet spots. Your thighs quiver as Leon gets into a rhythm and figures out how to bounce you on his cock like his. The sound of your skin meeting floats down the hallway. You whine and whimper, your eyes roll back as your head tilts the same direction.

He could tell you were loving it. Your favorite place to be combined with your favorite feeling in the entire world. There was nothing his sweet girl loved more than being stuffed full of cock and held by him.

“Feeling good, princess? Is daddy fucking you just how you wanted?” he asks.

“Mhm, mhm, mhm,” you whimper and nod dumbly.

“Good,” he says. He focuses on working himself in and out of you. His mind is locked on the sensation of your slick coating his shaft and collecting at the base, dripping down to his balls. But more words fill his mind and rush to his mouth to be let out. “This is why you’re so needy, right baby? You just need some cock in you or you get so frustrated. Can’t even think straight without your fill, can you?”

You shake your head wildly. Your legs tense over his arms. His hands dig into your back to keep you supported. You see his biceps flexing beneath his sleeves as he uses his strength to hold you up. He rocks you on his cock, back and forth, sliding himself in and out. You’re gasping and trembling more noticeably now. He knows you’re approaching the peak.

“Doing so good for me, precious,” he murmurs, “Keep squeezing me like that so I can fill you up just how you need.”

Your noises become more desperate. It feels as though you get even tighter. Leon slams into you deeper than you could remember. But then again, in this state, your memory wasn’t worth much. Pumping in and out, he sees your eyes squeeze show, your mouth widening into that cute familiar shape it always made when you came.

“Go ahead, baby. Make a mess for daddy,” he groans.

You do as he says, following your orders. You seize up and moan, long and loud. He tightens his grip and takes a step closer to the wall to ensure your high isn’t cut by falling. His hips don’t stop though. He feels that tensing in his belly. Gritting his teeth, he pounds you over and over until he has to stumble back to the wall.

You hit the surface with a thud, but he’s a little too busy to notice. He growls and whimpers into your neck, hips working at a more strained pace as he tries to grab that brief euphoria. A few thrusts later and release is washing over him. He fucks you full, going deep and staying true to his word about filling you up. He pumps every last drop in.

You slowly slide down in his arms till he lets go of your legs and your feet can touch the ground again. Looking up at him as he comes down, you watch his features melt into the relaxation of post-release. You lean up and press a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth. His eyes open and look down at you. A lazy smile spreads on his face and moves in to return the gesture.

“So how’d I do?” he asks with that smug look you loved so much.

“Perfect like always,” you answer, genuine in contrast to his teasing. You step forward on wobbly legs, grabbing his hand to finish your trip to the bedroom together. He leans down and smacks a kiss on your neck.

“Clearly not perfect enough if you’re walking on your own now,” he purrs in your ear.

You smile and look down. “There’s still time to fix that,” you offer.

“Of course there is,” he agrees with a light swat to your ass. He pecks your lips once more before following you through the entryway to your shared room.

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fouyumixuri

11 months ago

Don’t Touch the Bunny: Satan (part 2)

CW: MC is afab, uses she/her pronouns.

Smutty smut

Minors and ageless blogs DNI. 18+

Female reader

MCxSatan

Satan Part 1

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MC releases a wicked smile. Glancing down at the needy, glaring demon who returns his gaze upwards. She twitches between her legs and feels herself getting wetter. Satan is probably one of her favorites to get riled up. She knows anything with cats catches his attention, and she barely has to tease him before he’s ready. But the dangerous concoction of the Gold Hellfire Newt Syrup and the Lunatic Pudding, PLUS the spell MC had placed on Satan to keep him still but lock his eyes? She’s done it now.

Satan must have noticed her anticipation because he tightens his grip on her wrists. It’s his turn to play. He presses into her body. She can feel his full length against her pelvis. Satan now in demon form, bares his fangs before sinking them into the side of her neck. He’s quick to lick and kiss right over his bite to ease any pain that he may have occurred.

“Mrrrrrr,” MC purrs towards Satan. A feral growl leaves his throat. You’re playing a dangerous game, MC.

His hand that was on her hip now around her throat, just enough to hold her against the table. He smashes his lips against hers. Abusing her in his kisses, not shying away from his tongue. She moans into his mouth as his hand releases her neck and trails down and rubs over her clothed mound. Teasing her over her pants, she bucks her hips slightly to chase the friction. But he is quick to steady her movements by pressing her hip against the table.

Satan tsks. So needy.

Satan releases her wrists only to uno his waistband and release his throbbing cock. He tugs on her hair and pushes her to her knees. She grabs his pants and finishes taking them off completely on her way down.

“Be a good little kitten.”

MC licks her lips and looks up at Satan. She gently flicks her tongue across his tip, making him moan. He’s staring down at her meeting her eyes. She licks up underneath his shaft. Satan thrusts his head back and inhales sharply. Keeping his hand within her hair, she grips his base and starts twirling her tongue around his tip.

Wraps her mouth around the tip at first. She can still get some teasing done before she knows he’ll have his way. Sucking and twirling her tongue around. Then catching him off guard, slides his entire length in her mouth. He can feel himself hit the back of her throat. She slides up and down his cock, quickening and slowly down her paces.

“Mmm, such a good kitty, taking me all in.”

Satan pulls MC up from the floor still by her hair, and slamming her against the table once more. She licks her lips. He tears off her clothing, lifting her up. She wraps her legs around his waist. Running her nails down his back. Using him like a scratching post she promised. He growls into her ear and he thrusts inside her without warning. Both screaming out in pleasure.

Satan fully inside her, slowly pulling back teasingly. Then pumping just the tip in and out. Getting off on her squirming for more.

“Now who’s the one begging?” Satan smirks.

“Please, baby.”

“Mmm, so needy.”

He pumps into her roughly. Slamming their hips together. Fucking her at an unforgiving pace. The club echoing in their screams and moans. Squeezing her legs tighter around Satan as she feels her orgasm approaching. He can feel her walls pulsating around him, making him brink closer to the edge himself.

“Baby, come with me.” His pace becoming uneven. She clenches around his thrusting cock as she screams out her climax. Satan following shortly after, filling her to the brink with his cum. Continuing his hips back and forth, slowing down his pace, until they both come down from their highs.

Satan breathing into the nape of her neck. Both their arousal dripping down Satan’s thigh onto the floor. He gently slides out of her and steadies her back down to the floor. Keeping his hands on her hips. Her legs shaking.

He takes her face in his hands and kisses her passionately. Pulling back and gazing lovingly into her eyes. He knew how to give it rough, but he was also the most romantic with her.

“You doing alright, kitten?” Stroking her cheek. MC smiles sweetly and nods.

“I told you I’d do more than make you purr, now didn’t I?” He bites his bottom lip. This demon always makes her feeling like SHE’S the one drunk off Gold Hellfire Newt Syrup.

She could consume him all day, every day.

ME-OW.

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fouyumixuri

1 year ago

Sanemi Nsfw Headcanons

Minors don’t interact 🚨

Warning: smut

• so to start off, let’s start off with the basics. His size.

• This man definitely has a big size, he also definitely has a few veins along the sides. But he’s definitely confident about it.

•This man was way more clueless then he thought he would be, He definitely had a lot to unpack before he got it right.

•At first he definitely had to ask about what pleasured you because he wanted to make sure he was doing it right.

•But after the first time doing it with you, this man learned a few things.

•He made sure to pay attention to every little thing. He read you like an open book.

•this man loves hearing you whine and moan. Especially since he’s the one making you do it.

• “Damn your whining so much, I fucking love it.”

• While we’re talking about sounds, let’s talk about him. This man definitely grunts or let’s out breathy moans. Especially when he’s close.

• He also definitely curses so much. Especially when he knows how good he’s doing. Your sounds is what drives him.

you lodge your head back, as a series of moans flood out your mouth. He digs deeper into your clit, continuing the pace. “A-ahh~!” You grip onto the sheets, as your eyes roll to the back of your head. “Keep going, keep making those gorgeous sounds.” He adds another finger as he deepens the pace. You then reach your climax, as juices squirt out of you you let out a sigh of relief. “Oh, don’t think I’m done with you yet. I’m just getting started.”

• Let’s talk about Oral. This man definitely is obsessed with the taste of your pussy/cock.

•He definitely can’t get over the taste. once he tasted it he can’t get enough.

• He also very much loves receiving Oral as well.

• He loves watching you as your throat deep on his cock.

•He also loves the feeling of your warm saliva all over his cock. It drives him insane.

• Let’s get into his kinks.

•He definitely has a teasing kink. This includes messing with you.

•He loves seeing your responses/ reactions.

•He also definitely has a edging kink. He loves seeing the way you beg.

• Definitely dirty talk. He knows how to do it so well your begging, especially when he mixes it with his teasing.

•Breeding kink, he definitely loves the idea of you pregnant. Just the thought gets him so exited.

• His favorite position would definitely be doggy, he loves it.

•But he also would definitely loves missionary positions. Especially since he gets the chance to show off his strength. Gosh, this man’s definitely overly cocky about it.

Y/n positioned their leg above his shoulder as they laid in a 90 degree angle. Sanemi grabbed onto their leg for support as he began pounding into them. “F-fuck..~” he grunted under his breath as he picked up the pace. “A-Ahh..!!~” they let out a series of cries as he only picked up the pace from there. He then shifted them slightly up, as he continued. Y/n was drooling out the mouth as sanemi continued to fuck there brains out.

•let’s talk about his pace.

• He loves it rough.

• He wont hesitate to absolutely go Farrell. Although if you say it’s too much or you don’t like it, he’ll slow down.

• He wants you to still feel good as he fucks you, so anything that bothers you he’ll change.

•Let’s talk about his intimacy

•He’s not very soft or anything, but when he’s getting close he becomes more loving.

•He starts whispering praises to you, words of affirmation as he kisses your body.

• Sanemi is willing to do whatever, as long as your ok with it. He loves trying new things and experimenting.

•Sanemi’s stamina is through the roof. You can bet he’ll do it for hours. I mean he is a pillar, it’s obviously a given to have so much stamina.

•Sanemi also loves seeing how much of a mess he made of you.

•he loves seeing some bruises, bite marks, ect.

•It makes him feel proud once he sees the marks you made.

•After Care is a big priority for him. Especially if he’s been rough.

•He’ll give you cuddles and kisses.

• He’ll clean you up.

•He’ll make sure he didn’t over do it and check everywhere.

•He’ll praise you and tell you how good you did.

•just the basic important stuff.

You laid close to him as he gave you soft kisses along your cheek. “Did I over do it?” He whispered, checking if you were ok. Your body was brutally sore. And you had some bruises along your leg, but you couldn’t bring yourself to say anything. It’s too embarrassing. “N-no I’m fine.. just exhausted.” He then noticed your leg was shaking slightly as you tried to shift it. “Your sore, aren’t you.” He wasn’t asking, he already knew the truth. He could tell, I mean it wasn’t exactly unnoticeable. You nodded. He then picked you up bridal style and headed to the bathroom. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”