#How To Fix Premature Ejaculation Problems

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JEALOUSY • DRABBLE

☣︎ Summary: The men all have their reasons for getting jealous around you. But how exactly do they react when they feel the threat is much more real? SURELY, they’re rational, right?

Includes: Gojo, Geto, Toji, Choso, Sukuna, and Nanami

Tags: fem! reader, friends to lovers, exhibitionism, semi-public sex, bathroom sex, unprotected sex, teasing, bulging, pussy eating, choking, breeding, praise, overstim, possessiveness, threatened gun violence, toxic possessiveness, car sex, dry humping, rough sex, squirting, pining, premature ejaculation, love bombing, pregnancy, pregnancy sex, true form sukuna, slight angst

WC: 13.1k

A/N: I cackled writing Choso’s, my poor baby is too precious 😩💜

༒︎ Gojo Satoru ༒︎

You pull into the gas station because, once again, your car is on its last leg. Satoru’s been absolutely useless this entire car ride, lounging like some kind of overgrown housecat, sunglasses crooked on his nose, humming the most obnoxious song he can think of just to get under your skin. His long legs are kicked up on your dashboard like he’s king of the world.

“Finally, a pit stop,” he says, stretching dramatically. “I was starting to think you’d just run us out of gas for fun. You know, to create a bonding moment.”

“Shut up,” you mutter, putting the car in park. “Stay in the car. Not that I have to tell you that.”

He snickers, not even looking up from whatever weird little game he’s playing on his phone. “Sure thing, sugar. Let me know if you need me to heroically pump the gas for you. I’ll try not to make it look too easy.”

You ignore him because giving him attention only makes it worse. You grab your wallet and step out, the cold air biting at your face as you swipe your card and get ready to fill the tank as quickly as possible so you can return to the cocoon of warmth that is your car. You’re in your own little zone, minding your business, when a voice breaks through the quiet.

“Hey there! Need some help?”

You glance up, startled, and see a guy walking over. He’s got that effortless, small-town-boy charm, the kind of guy who probably calls everyone “ma’am” and knows how to fix a tractor. He’s smiling, too— a little too widely, and before you can even process what’s happening, he’s taking the pump right out of your hands.

“Oh, I had it,” you say, trying to be polite, but this guy is already on a roll.

“Nah, no worries,” he says, grinning. “Someone as pretty as you shouldn’t have to pump their own gas. It’s just not right.”

You blink at him, caught somewhere between confusion and being impressed, because— wow. Is this really happening?

You glance back at your car, hoping Gojo hasn’t noticed, but as soon as your eyes land on his, you know you’re doomed. He’s sitting up now, sunglasses pushed to the top of his head, staring at you both like he’s just been served the juiciest gossip of the year. His grin is growing and you’re sure he’s ready to put on a show.

Before you can stop him, he throws open the car door and steps out like he’s been summoned to the stage. He stretches unnecessarily— arms up, head tilted back, like he’s on the cover of a sports magazine— and then saunters over, hands in his pockets, looking way too pleased with himself.

The gas station guy looks up, noticing Gojo for the first time. His smile falters just a little. “Oh, uh… hey. Didn’t realize you had someone with you.”

Satoru’s already grinning like the cat that got the cream. “Oh, don’t mind me,” he says, waving a hand. “I’m just her boyfriend. You know, the adoring, perfect, doting one who pumps her gas all the time.”

You groan. “Toru—”

“What? I’m just saying, it’s cute that you’re trying to help, bud,” he says, turning back to the guy with a grin so wide it’s almost terrifying. “But this is kind of my thing. I know she’s just the sweetest, but she’s taken.You get it, right? Yeah, you get it.”

The poor guy blinks, clearly unsure if Satoru’s joking or about to start something. “Uh, yeah, no problem,” he mutters, handing the pump back to you like it’s radioactive. “You two have a good day.”

“Oh, we will!” Gojo chirps, giving him a little salute. “And hey, nice try, man. Better luck next time.”

The guy doesn’t even look back. He practically sprints back to the safety of the gas station, and as soon as he’s gone, you turn to Toru, crossing your arms and pursing your lips in annoyance.

“What the hell was that?”

“What was what?” he asks, feigning innocence as he leans casually against the car. “I was just making sure no one stole my job. You know how much I love pumping your gas.”

You gape at him. “You’ve never pumped gas in your life!”

“Exactly,” he says smugly. “That’s what makes this moment so special. It’s a sacred duty.”

You groan, covering your face with your hands. “You’re so insufferable.”

“And yet,” he says, draping an arm around your shoulders, “you love me. Isn’t that wild?”

“Whatever. I’m gonna get a snack. Want something?” you roll your eyes and start walking toward the station.

“I’ll come with, I’m craving something sweet.” he smirks with a look in his eyes that you can’t quite discern.

You raise a brow and walk with him, entering the gas station with the goal to grab a bag of chips and water, but the second you head for them, your hand is being trapped by Satoru’s and he’s tugging you toward the bathroom. You shoot him a look of confusion and annoyance, but he pays it no mind as he yanks you inside, closing the door behind you and pressing you against it.

“Toru, wha—”

“Told you I wanted something sweet, sugar. Bend over a little f’me.” he instructs, turning you so you’re facing the door. Your palms lay flat against it, trying to use it as leverage to turn yourself, but he presses your head to the door, too, his strong palm mushing your cheeks to it, sucking his teeth in disapproval.

“You’re insane, w-we’re in a gas station,” you try to reason with him, but his hand’s already shoved up your skirt and peeling down your panties. “Satoru, seriously…”

“Y’telling me to stop? She’s cryin’ f’me, though, I think she’ll be so sad if I don’t give her what she wants,” he purrs, getting to his knees and littering kisses on the fat of your ass. “C’mere, baby.”

You’re lost to him the moment he stuffs his face into your already dripping cunt, bucking yourself back against him and into the feel of his greedy tongue slipping between your folds and down, down, down to your clit. You can feel him smirking against you when he draws out a long shaky whine from your lips between your panting and while normally his cockiness would annoy you beyond belief, it instead turns you on more. And yet—

“Wh-hah— why couldn’t this wait until we got to the hotel?” you ask, nails scraping down the door when he plunges his tongue into your twitching hole.

He pulls away for a moment, spreading your ass to spit a glob of saliva between your folds and slurp it back up while sucking your clit. No answer. You huff and tremble, unsure of how long you’ll be able to keep yourself standing if he’s just gonna keep eating you like a man starved.

You try, you really do, to keep your voice down, but when his tongue hits that spot inside of your gummy walls, his hand between your thighs and thumb working on your clit, you can’t help but let your moans slip out. And oh, does that make him even more unrelenting. His thumb draws circles on your clit quicker and with more pressure, his tongue fucking into you as rough as can be. 

Your eyelids flutter closed, breathing labored as you feel that sweet sweet build up that you love so much. He knows what comes next and while normally, he’d see you to the end, this time he stops, earning a frown from your pretty face.

“Wh-why’d y—” you start.

“Y’mine, say it.”

“What? Toru, what’s—”

“Say. It. Say y’mine… say y’love me and I’ll make you cum so good, sugar, I promise.” he all but whines.

You don’t know why it needs to be said or what’s going on with him, but you’ll be damned if you let your orgasm escape you. With every second that passes, it runs from you, so you give him what he needs. “I’m yours, baby. I love you.” you coo.

“Again.” he huffs against your cunt, making your knees weak. He’s so close. You’re so close.

“I love y— hah,” your breath escapes you when he delves his tongue back into your pulsing hole. “Fuuuuck… I love you, I love you, I l— fuck!” your cunt tries it’s best to grip his tongue, but he fucks it into you with more force as you cum on it, losing strength in your legs and slumping down while your brain goes dumb with pleasure.

He holds you up, tongue slipping out of you and back to your clit, his head shaking side to side while he licks at your clit, overstimulating you beyond belief. All you can do is cry out for mercy, palms battering at the bathroom door as you raise your white flag.

With that, he frees you from the sweet torture, massaging your thighs and resting back on his ankles. “I’m pumping your gas from now on.” he huffs.

Coming back to your senses, you realize why he pulled this stunt off. “Satoru. Were you… jealous!?” you chuckle in disbelief.

“I’ve got nothing to be jealous about, it seems. What with the ‘I love you, I love you, I—’” he mocks you while standing up and you smack his arm.

“Sh-shut up.” You huff, pouting as he puts your panties back in place, dolling you back up and kissing your shoulder.

“Nope. But you’re gonna wish you had when the poor guy out there’s blushing redder than red.” he teases. Your eyes widen and you cover your mouth with your hand when you realize he had to have heard everything.

“You’re insane.” your voice is muffled by your hand.

“Insane’s one word for it,” he smirks. “I like to say I’m just crazy for you.”

Not long later, you’re climbing back into the car. Satoru follows, flopping into the passenger seat with a contented sigh like he’s just won a marathon.

As you pull out of the station, he stretches again, kicking his feet up on the dash like he owns the place. “You know,” he says casually, “you should really thank me. That guy was totally about to ask for your number. I saved you from a very awkward situation.”

And you could quite literally kill him.

༒︎ Geto Suguru ༒︎

The room is buzzing with conversation, a polite undercurrent of tension that doesn’t escape you. Cult leaders and their followers mill about in finely tailored clothes, exchanging calculated smiles and empty pleasantries. You’re trying your best to look engaged, but your thoughts keep drifting to Suguru.

He stands a few feet away, surrounded by a small circle of curse users, his tall frame commanding attention with ease. His black robes flow elegantly around him, his long hair tied back neatly. The faint smirk on his face, the calm way he speaks— it all oozes confidence. Control. Every now and then, he glances in your direction, his sharp eyes softening for just a moment before flicking back to the conversation.

You’re nursing a drink near the refreshment table when someone sidles up beside you.

“Ah, I was hoping I’d get the chance to meet you,” a smooth voice says.

You turn to see a tall man in a perfectly tailored suit, his polished appearance almost too pristine. His expression is warm but calculated, and his sharp eyes are already fixed on you. Takeda. You recognize him instantly— leader of a large, influential cult. Non-sorcerer, but powerful in his own way.

“Good evening,” you reply, forcing a polite smile. They have their role to play, Geto tells you, so you make sure to keep appearances with non-sorcerers despite their usual poor attitude toward you.

He smiles wider. “Good evening, indeed. I couldn’t help but notice you standing here all by yourself. It seems almost criminal for someone as lovely as you to be left alone at an event like this.”

You feel your cheeks warm at the unexpected compliment, a small flush creeping up your neck. “I’m not alone. I’m here with my boyfriend,” you say, gesturing subtly in Suguru’s direction.

Takeda follows your gaze and chuckles softly. “Suguru Geto. Of course. I’ve heard much about him.” His attention snaps back to you, and his smile turns almost wolfish. “I must admit, though, I’m surprised. I didn’t think someone so… captivating would end up with a man who seems so creepy… Besides, I’m sure he’s always so busy. Too busy to truly appreciate a beauty like you.”

Your face heats further, and you stammer, “He’s not too busy. He’s just—”

Before you can finish, he takes your hand in his and presses a lingering kiss to your knuckles. It’s old-fashioned, deliberate, and enough to leave you momentarily stunned. Not in awe, but in pure shock. He’s bold, you’ll give him that.

Your breath catches, and you feel a wave of heat rush to your face. You try to pull your hand back, but his grip is firm— not unkind, but enough to make you falter. You can’t ruin appearances by hurting him, so you allow it, praying he’ll give up soon.

“A pleasure meeting you,” he murmurs, his lips still ghosting over your skin.

And then you feel it— the air shifting suddenly. A heavy, familiar presence fills the space around you, and Takeda finally releases your hand. You glance over your shoulder to see Suguru a few feet away, his dark eyes fixed on the two of you as he approaches.

“Takeda,” Suguru says smoothly, his tone light but carrying a weight that makes your stomach flip because you know better.

Takeda straightens and flashes a smile that’s far too confident. “Geto. What a pleasure to see you,” He gestures toward you. “I was just introducing myself to your lovely partner. She’s quite… enchanting.”

Suguru’s lips twitch, curving into a faint smile that doesn’t reach his eyes. “I’m aware.”

There’s a pause, the kind that feels too loud in the quiet. Suguru’s gaze flickers briefly to your hand before returning to Takeda.

“I see you’ve already made yourself comfortable,” he continues softly.

Takeda chuckles nervously, clearly unsure of how to respond. Geto’s not usually the type to be confrontational in public. It’s normally all smiles and politics for him, so this has Takeda stunned. “I meant no disrespect, of course.”

Suguru hums thoughtfully. “No disrespect… Of course not.” He tilts his head slightly, his smile sharpening. “But you’d do well to remember your place, Takeda. Admiration is one thing. Touching, however…” He trails off, his tone turning razor-sharp, dark eyes honing in on the poor man’s. “That’s dangerous, especially for someone like you.”

Takeda falters, his polished demeanor cracking for just a moment. “I— I’ll keep that in mind,” he mutters before excusing himself and retreating into the crowd.

As soon as he’s gone, Suguru turns to you, his sharp expression softening slightly. For a moment, he doesn’t say anything, just looking at you in a way that makes your stomach twist.

“You seemed… flustered,” he says finally, his voice quiet but probing.

Your cheeks burn, and you look away. “I wasn’t, he just caught me off guard,” you mumble.

Suguru steps closer, his dark eyes narrowing ever so slightly. “Are you sure? Because from where I was standing…” He pauses, his voice dropping. “It looked like you didn’t mind it.”

“Suguru—”

“Did you like it?” he interrupts, his tone impossibly soft, almost vulnerable. “A weakling holding your hand, kissing it like that… Did you enjoy it?” 

Your heart twists at the faint frown tugging at his lips, the rare glimpse of uncertainty in his usually composed expression. That’s when you recognize the look in his eye. It isn’t anger, it’s fear. Insecurity. Things you never expected to see from him.

“No,” you say quickly, reaching for him. “Of course not. I could never, baby.”

For a moment, he doesn’t respond, his gaze flickering over your face as if searching for any sign of dishonesty. Finally, he exhales softly and takes your hand in his, his thumb brushing over the spot where Takeda’s lips had been.

“Come with me,” he murmurs, his voice low but firm.

He leads you down a hallway, wanting to be away from the noise and chatter of the convention. When he pushes open the door to an empty room and pulls you inside, the silence feels almost deafening in comparison to everything on the outside.

Suguru closes the door and turns to face you, his dark eyes heavy with emotion. Without a word, he cups your face in his hands, his thumb brushing over your cheek.

“Say it,” he whispers, his voice raw.

“Say what?” you ask softly, your hands resting on his chest.

“That you’re mine,” he breathes, his forehead pressing against yours. “That you wouldn’t leave me for some monkey.”

Your heart aches at the quiet desperation in his tone. “I’m yours, of course I’m yours.” You whisper, your hands curling into his robes. “Always.”

The next thing you know, his lips are melting yours, soft at first, but quickly growing more insistent. When he pulls back, his breathing is uneven, and his eyes are darker than ever.

“Again,” he all but whines, his lips trailing down to your jaw. “Say it again.”

“I’m yours, Suguru,” you repeat, your voice racing as your heart squeezes. “Only yours.”

He exhales sharply, his hands sliding down to grip your waist. “Good,” he whispers, moreso to himself. “Good… because I need you.”

You nod, your fingers tangling in his hair as he kisses you again, this time with a desperation that feels like he’s trying to erase every trace of Takeda’s touch from your skin.

His nails dig into your sides, drawing a sharp gasp from your lips. He takes the opportunity to slide his tongue into your mouth, tasting all that you have— all that you are. He’s needy, moving to hoist you up and hook your legs around his waist.

Your dress rides up your thighs and he wastes no time gripping at the fat of them, subtly rolling his hips into you in a way that tells you he may just be doing it subconsciously. Gasps are shared between your lips as he kisses you a few more times before moving to swipe his tongue up your neck, stopping just under your jaw and sucking a big fat hickey into the crevice.

It feels so good that you almost don’t notice the way his hands are working their way down, down, down to your ass, pulling you into him with every roll of his hips. You feel how hard he is even through his robes, unable and unwilling to stop yourself from sliding the top of his gojogesa off his broad shoulders. You’re dipping your head down to pepper kisses all over his shoulder while he marks you up, your nails leaving marks of their own on his skin from how hard you’re gripping him.

You know what this is. Know what he needs. You’d be a fool to stop him from taking it. “Sugu… here.” You tell him, emphasizing your words by rolling your hips in tandem with his.

You swear you hear him growl as he tears his lips from your throat and grips your underwear on one side to tear them off, your eyes widening at the action. Suguru’s normally a calm, calculated man, even when he makes love to you, everything is suave and he’s always in control, but now? Now, he’s become someone entirely different. Someone needy. Someone eager to prove a point. To stake a claim.

“Here, angel.” Is all you hear before your mouth is stuffed with your own underwear and– when did he whip his dick out? You’ve got no idea, but it’s plugged into you before you can react, a long and grateful groan just spilling from Suguru’s lips like he’s finally laying in bed after a long day of hard labor. He’s home. Your head falls back against the door and he uses the opportunity to attack your neck again, littering the skin with kisses, licks, and the occasional bite.

He’s got no rhyme or rhythm in his thrusts, he simply ruts into you with a force that has the door shaking, the metal bar rattling and making your stomach lurch with fear at the fact that it could so easily be pushed for you two to end up on display for everyone. The fear falls away soon, however, replaced with nothing but pleasure when he’s targeting that wonderful gummy little bullseye that makes you go dumb on his cock.

Your eyes start searching for something in the back of your head, drool dribbling down the corners of your mouth and soaking your underwear as your shaky moans are muffled by the fabric. And you don’t know when it started, but your ears tune into Suguru whining the same thing repeatedly. “Mine, all mine, mine, mine, mine—” again and again and again with every punctuated thrust targeting your poor cervix.

Your nails rake down his back, hoping to find some sort of balance to compensate for the fact that your legs are beginning to ragdoll, no strength left in them as they flop by his sides with every thrust. Except, you don’t have to worry. No, his grip on you is bruising, he never wants to let you go.

And you wish you could see his face in this moment. See how he looks when he’s so adamant about proving it to himself that you’re his. Before you know it, you’re snaking a hand into his hair and tugging his head back, earning a needy little whine from his puffy lips before he’s looking at you. Oh, is he looking at you. Like you’re the world. Like you’re salvation. His brows are drawn tightly together, a pout on his lips that tells you he’d be nothing without you. God, you wanna kiss him. Wanna tell him a million times over that you’d never even think of another.

The look on your face tells him exactly what you want, you think, because in the next instant, he’s tearing the underwear from your mouth and crushing his lips into yours. His thrusts have rhythm now, his hips fucking into you with urgency. Every time his thick cock slips past your puffy folds, you’re inched closer, oh so closer to cumming and your stomach draws tight at the feeling. He’s chasing both of your orgasms, not once missing that spongey little spot that makes you see stars as he pounds you into the door, your voice sounding out to God knows how many people are in the hallway while you kiss him, your drool now slipping down his chin.

You hear him groan into the kiss as his hips start to falter– he’s close. And yet, while his rhythm is lost, his force is worse. Every thrust brings you closer and closer to the edge until you’re right there. “I love you,” he whines against your lips before breaking away and letting his head fall back. “I love you, I love you, I. Fucking. Love. You.” He punctuates the last repetition with a thrust for each word, cumming on the very last one along with you, who couldn’t help but cum at the words he’s never said before.

You two had been together for a year. A whole year and not once had Suguru ever uttered the words. You always knew he wasn’t an emotional man, so you never expected to hear the words. You felt it, though. His care for you. It was in his actions. How he never forgot an important date, how he would always bring home food or a treat or flowers for you, how he loathed being away from you for any given reason. And yet, the words still shock you.

He ruts into you a few more times before he stills, nothing to be heard except for your breaths shared between each other until his eyes go wide– perhaps in realization of what he’s just said, and he kisses you. Softer this time. More sure of himself. Like a weight has been lifted off his shoulders now that he’s confessed.

When he finally pulls away, he rests his forehead against yours, his hands tightening on your thighs. “Don’t let anyone else touch you like that again,” he murmurs, his voice low and rough. Not angry, not upset, just… needy.  “I don’t care who it is. I won’t stand for it. Even if you don’t love me like I love you, I just can’t bear to see that again.”

You smile and offer a tired chuckle, brushing his hair back from his face. “Y’know, for someone usually so calculated and knowing, you sure are stupid,” you shake your head softly. “I love you, too. More, actually.”

His lips press against your temple, and he exhales slowly, the tension in his body finally easing. “Not possible,” he murmurs again, his voice soft. You can hear his smile in it. “Nobody’s ever loved anyone like I love you.”

༒︎ Toji Fushiguro ༒︎

You aren’t sure if dragging Toji to your high school reunion is a brilliant idea or the worst decision you’ve made all year. On one hand, you know he can charm the socks off anyone when he wants to, all cocky smirks and lazy grins that send shivers down your spine. On the other hand, he doesn’t exactly thrive in situations that involve niceties and polite small talk—especially with people he doesn’t give a shit about. Still, you’ve convinced him, mostly because you want to show him off. He’s hot, and he’s yours. What’s the point if you can’t gloat a little?

Toji is surprisingly well-behaved for most of the evening. He nurses a glass of bourbon with his usual swagger, leaning against the bar and throwing you looks that tell you that he’ll be waiting for you to make this worth his while later. He even manages to avoid scaring off too many of your old classmates, though you catch the occasional side-eye when he’s not so subtle about telling them to fuck off. Everything’s going smoothly.

That is, of course, until he notices you talking to him.

You don’t mean to bump into your ex-boyfriend. Really, you don’t. But there he is, standing near the drink table with the same easy grin you remember from your teenage years. He calls your name, and before you can stop yourself, you’re smiling back and walking over. Toji’s gaze burns into your back the entire way.

“Wow, you look amazing,” your ex says, his tone warm but casual. It’s just an observation— a compliment between old friends, but you can just feel the way Toji’s teeth grind from across the room.

“Thanks. You’re not looking too bad yourself,” you reply, keeping your tone light. The conversation flows easily, filled with harmless reminiscing about old high school antics. Nothing romantic. Nothing serious. Just memories of embarrassing pranks, favorite teachers, and the god-awful cafeteria food.

But you know Toji. You don’t have to look to know he’s watching, his sharp green eyes narrowing every time your ex laughs or steps just a little too close. You can practically hear the internal dialogue: “Who the fuck does this guy think he is?”

Then your ex does it. The thing you know is going to push Toji over the edge.

He hugs you.

It’s quick and friendly, a casual embrace to say goodbye. But as soon as your ex’s arms wrap around you, you feel your body being eaten up by your boyfriend’s shadow. You pull back quickly, about to turn to Toji to defuse whatever storm is brewing, but it’s too late.

He moves quickly— silent and deadly. One second, he’s leaning against the bar. The next, he’s standing behind you, his presence towering and suffocating. His hand rests on the back of your neck, deceptively casual as he leans in close.

“I dunno why yer touchin’ her, pal,” Toji drawls, his voice low and dangerous, “but don’t let it happen again.”

Your ex blinks, clearly startled by the sudden shift in atmosphere. “I… sorry? I was just saying goodb—”

Toji’s hand moves and you worry he may actually hit the poor guy. “Oh, shit.”

“You gonna say goodbye, then get the fuck outta here,” Toji says, his grin sharp and feral as he subtly lifts his sweater just enough to reveal the gun tucked into his waistband. “Before I decide you don’t need yer legs.”

Your ex’s eyes go wide and he stumbles over himself to retreat, mumbling something about it being nice to see you before practically sprinting away. You don’t even have time to scold Toji before security is suddenly very interested in the two of you.

Five minutes later, you’ve been escorted out of the venue, Toji’s hand resting possessively on the small of your back. You wait until you’re alone in the parking lot to whirl on him.

“Seriously?” you hiss, smacking his arm. “You pulled a gun on him?!”

“Relax, doll,” Toji says, his grin infuriatingly smug. “I didn’t even take it out.”

You groan, stomping toward the car. You reach for the passenger door, but before you can open it, his arm shoots out, blocking your path.

“Nah,” he says, his voice dropping an octave. “Yer sittin’ in the back with me.”

“What, am I in trouble now? Gonna spank me?” you ask sarcastically, raising an eyebrow.

Toji doesn’t answer. He just opens the back door and shoves you inside, sliding in next to you and shutting the door behind him. You cross your arms, giving him a pointed glare. It doesn’t take long before he’s sulking.

He leans back against the seat, legs spread wide, and huffs like an overgrown child. “Wasn’t jealous,” he mutters.

You snort. “Sure you weren’t.”

“Ain’t funny,” he grumbles, glaring at you.

You can’t resist pushing him just a little further. “If you’re not jealous, then you won’t mind if I go back inside to grab his number. Y’know, for old times’ sake.”

His head snaps toward you, his jaw tightening. In one quick motion, he turns, caging you against the seat with his arms. “The fuck you just say?”

“You heard me,” you say, smirking. “If you’re not jealous, it shouldn’t bother you.”

Toji’s eyes narrow, and the tension in the car shifts again, but this time it isn’t anger. It’s something else entirely. He leans in until his nose brushes yours, his voice dropping to a low growl.

“Ain’t about bein’ jealous,” he says, his breath warm against your lips. “Ain’t nobody else touchin’ my girl. Don’t care what reason they have.”

His hands find your waist, pulling you closer as his lips ghost along your jawline. His touch is possessive, his grip firm enough to leave no room for argument. You can’t help the shiver that runs down your spine.

“Toji…” you start, but he cuts you off with a low chuckle.

“Nah, you’ve been mouthin’ off thinkin’ yer cute,” he says, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin of your neck. “Time to shut that pretty mouth o’ yours.”

He's enjoying himself, towering over you in the confined space of the car, the sunlight streaming in from the windows only highlighting the wolfish grin that spreads across his face.

“You’re so—”

"Hm?" He hums, his hand already snaking down your side, easily slipping under the hem of your dress as he plants a kiss onto the side of your neck. "Y' got somethin' t' say, doll?" 

His fingers dance on your skin, inching closer and closer to the spot he knows will make you weak in the knees. He's toying with you, getting a kick out of your restraint as you try to formulate words again. But before you can finish even a syllable, he cuts you off.

"Save it, sweetheart. Was gonna be nice 'nd all when we got home t’night, but you had to go and run that pretty mouth with yer ex." He growls lowly in your ear, his breath hot on your skin. “So while yer getting yer brains fucked stupid, I want you t’remember… this is on you.”

With a rough grasp, he flips you onto your stomach in the backseat, your dress riding up your ass as he yanks your panties down with a swift tug, the cool air hitting it and making your hole clench around nothing. His dick is hard and straining against his pants, pre seeping through to form a dark spot. The anticipation of what's to come has your breath hitching, heat pooling between your legs. He leans over you, the weight of his body pressing down onto yours.

He’s rutting against your ass, one hand sliding up to toy with one of your nipples while his other hand massages your hip. God, if you could see the needy little look on your face right now, then he’d finally get you to understand just why he’s so addicted to you. You’re just so gluttonous for him. Always wanting more, more, more. And of course, he’s always willing to give.

But right now isn’t the moment for giving. No, he needs to take. To take and take and take until there’s no more left of you to give to anyone but him. Always him. He backs away just enough for him to unzip his pants, his cock springing free. His hand finds it immediately, stroking himself in slow, teasing motions, hard length throbbing against your bare ass. There's a devilish grin on his face as he utters, "Gonna show ‘er how much she needs me."

Without waiting for a response, he aligns himself with your sobbing cunt, teasing your folds with his thick head just swiping back and forth and mixing his pre into your skick. He groans at the contact, his hand gripping your hip tighter. Suddenly, with a swift thrust, he plunges himself deep, his girth stretching you so mind numbingly good that you fear you may just pass out. The thing is, he’s barely in, but the sensation is already overwhelming, causing you to gasp and buck your hips.

He wishes you knew how fucking good you feel. Wishes you knew that whenever he fucks you, that tight ring of resistance tries so hard to push him out. That is, until he’s fucked his fat tip into you a few times, because then you’re practifally sucking him in. He knows the stretch is a lot. Knows you’re sore hours later without fail and yet, you still beg for more. Just like now.

Words are failing you, but your look is enough. You want more. Need more than just his tip. You wanna be broken in. And so he does. He feeds you inch after inch of him, sitting up and pausing at the halfway point to admire the way your cunt looks swallowing him so eagerly. He grasps at the globes of your ass, jiggling them and biting his lower lip at the God granted sight.

His free hand moves to the back of your head, fingers snaking into your hair before he grips tightly and brings your head up so he can press your face into the window. And just light that, he fucks the rest of himself into you roughly, grunting.

"Fuckin’— take it," he rasps out, taking a brief moment to adjust to the feeling of your tightness around him, unable to resist a little moan of his own. Then, he starts moving. Slow and punishing at first, then picking up speed with the same punishing force. Each thrust is precise and purposeful, perfectly hitting that spot inside you that makes you feel fuzzy. He's unabashedly vocal too, grunting and groaning with each delicious slide in and out of your wetness. "Fuck... y' take my cock so good..." he compliments, pushing your face harder into the back window. 

Easing up on his grip on your waist, he rolls his hips, grinding against your ass before pulling out for just a moment to slap his tip against your folds, watching as your cunt twitches and then thrusting back in again. His actions are deliberate and controlled, meant to stir you up and drive you to your limit. 

"Please baby, please, please, please..." you moan helplessly, your words swallowed up by the sounds of your bodies slapping together and his grunts of pleasure. But he merely chuckles darkly, gripping your hip and pressing your face against the window harder as if to anchor himself and punish you at the same time, his thrusts never faltering. 

"Y' can gimme more than that," he teases, a smirk playing on his lips as he leans down, teeth nibbling at your exposed neck. 

He slows almost to a stop, but the slight shallow thrusts still feel so overwhelmingly good you think you’re gonna go insane. “Y’really think she could live without me? Mmm mm, no, she needs me. I’m the only one who can stuff this greedy little pussy the way she needs to be stuffed. Isn’t that right, baby? Say it f’me.”

“F-fuck! Toki, gonna—” SMACK!

“Not talkin’ to you, princess. Talkin’ to her.” He delivers a pointed thrust into you to emphasize the fact that he’s genuinely talking to your cunt in his pussydrunk state.

Your sure he’s left a permanent handprint because of how hard he spanked your ass. The sting that lingers where his palm landed makes your cunt twitch and ache around him, which he considers to be answer enough. “S’what I fuckin’ thought. Atta fuckin’ girl, yes baby.” He groans, quickening the pace ever so slightly and beginning to pull you back into him to meet his thrusts.

“Talkin to an ex, y’must have wanted to get yerself fucked stupid, hm? Is that what you wanted? To be fucked like this?” He’s talking, but you can tell it isn’t for actual answers, no, it’s more to himself. He’s fucked out. So close to the edge.

The thrusting quickens, his hot breath fanning over your ear. "Cum f' me, doll," he commands, his voice dropping an octave, "show me how good I make y' feel. Only me. And then I’m gonna breed yer cute cunt so good." With that, he delivers a particularly hard thrust, aiming for that spot inside you that will unravel you completely.

That’s when you finally let loose, the coil inside your tummy snapping and letting you feel so much pleasure that you’re moving your ass back into him with a force that’s unmatched, just swallowing him deep into you over and over again. And that does it for him— his cum spurting inside you and filling you so good.

He kisses you so hungrily you feel you may just lose your breath entirely and pass out. His hands are holding you in place so you don’t fuck back onto him, because he knows if you did, he’d break you.

Toji leans back, smirking at the sight of you, his thumb brushing your swollen lips.

“You done throwing your little tantrum?” you tease, brushing a strand of hair out of your face.

He glares at you, though there’s no real heat behind it. “You’re real fuckin’ funny, y’know that?”

“Oh, I know.” And deciding to drop the bombshell now, you lean back against the seat and say casually, “By the way, he’s married. To a man. They have two kids.”

Toji freezes, his expression shifting from smug to incredulous in seconds. He blinks like a cartoon character in shock, his brows furrowing. “What?”

“Yup,” you say, your grin widening. “Your big, scary display of dominance? Totally unnecessary.”

He huffs, running a hand through his hair. The look on his face is so priceless you wish you could brand it into your memory. “Tch. Coulda fuckin’ said somethin’ sooner.”

“And miss all the fun?” You laugh, leaning in to kiss his cheek.

Before you can say anything else, he’s on you again, his hands roaming as he mutters, “Gonna make you pay for makin’ me start a scene.”

You laugh, the sound cutting off into a gasp as his hands find their mark. “I made you start a scene? Oh, this I gotta hear.” You say, your voice breathless but still teasing.

“Keep talkin’, doll,” he says, his grin turning wicked. “See where it gets ya.” And then his lips are finding yours again. Just like that, the argument is forgotten, lost in the haze of his possessive, consuming affection.

༒︎ Choso Kamo ༒︎

The mall is crowded, loud with the hum of chattering voices and echoing footsteps. It isn’t your favorite place to hang out, but your best friend had begged you to come along. Somehow, Choso ended up tagging along too, though you weren’t sure why. He wasn’t exactly the mall type, after all— too quiet, too detached from the bustling energy of human spaces like this.

You glance over your shoulder at him now, and there he is, just like you’d expect. He’s trailing a few steps behind, hands shoved into the sleeves of his robe, his dark eyes drifting lazily over the crowd. His usual stoic mask is firmly in place, making him seem untouchable to anyone passing by. But you know better than that. Beneath the unapproachable aura, Choso is awkward— painfully shy even. He’s still figuring out how to interact with humans, still trying to understand what it means to live in a world like this.

And for some reason, he’s decided you’re his safe space.

You smile to yourself, turning your attention back to the task at hand. Your friend had told you they’d meet you at the bookstore, but they’re running late, so you decide to wander into one of the nearby shops to kill time.

Choso doesn’t follow. You assume he’s probably going to find a dark corner to tuck himself into. 

What you don’t realize is that he does follow. At a distance. He’s used to watching from the sidelines, content to let you move through your world without interference. He doesn’t mind, in fact, he learns from watching how you interact with people, animals, media, and the likes. He learns about the world, but more importantly, he learns about you.

His eyes are on you now, but just seconds later, they shift. There’s a new focus, a new target. Him.

The guy behind the counter at the little boutique you walked into. He’s tall, clean-cut, and obnoxiously friendly. At first, Choso thinks nothing of it. It’s not like he can stop every stranger from talking to you. But as the guy’s gestures become more animated, and his laughter gets a little too familiar, something shifts in Choso’s chest.

He wishes he could hear whatever it is he’s saying that has you so giddy. Wishes he could just— wait, what?

The guy leans forward across the counter, his hand brushing yours as he hands you something, maybe a receipt, maybe a bag, Choso doesn’t care. Because what he does next is what hammers the nail in the coffin. His hand moves to the top of your head and he ruffles your hair, making you laugh. It’s the casual intimacy of the gesture that makes his stomach churn. He knows he shouldn’t jump to conclusions. He knows. But he can’t help the way his jaw tightens, or the way his fingers curl into fists in his sleeves.

You’re still smiling at the guy. You’re laughing. And he hates it.

His mind spirals before he can stop it. The scene plays over and over in his head, each time twisting into something worse. What if you like this guy? What if you’re into someone who can flirt with ease, someone who doesn’t stumble over their words or overthink every little thing?

What if you don’t want him?

Choso feels a sharp pang in his chest, like something fragile has cracked. He’s been so careful, so guarded with his feelings. He thought he could keep them tucked away, safe from rejection, safe from ruining this. But now? Now he feels them slipping through the cracks, raw and unmanageable.

He looks away, leaning back against the wall outside the store. His heart’s racing, though he doesn’t know why. It’s not like he has any claim over you. You’re your own person, free to talk to whoever you want. He’s just… He’s just the weird half-curse with no idea what his place is in this world who follows you around and doesn’t know how to say what he feels. But what if he did say it?

The thought hits him like a lightning bolt, sudden and electrifying. He’s scared, sure— terrified, actually, but the idea of staying silent is worse. He doesn’t want to lose you to someone else, not without at least trying.

So he waits.

When you finally walk out of the shop, you’re holding a small bag, a content smile on your face. You spot him instantly, standing off to the side like he’s been there the whole time.

“Hey, sorry that took so long. They had some really cute stuff in there,” you say, holding up the bag as if to explain.

Choso doesn’t respond right away. His eyes flick to the shop behind you, then back to your face. He doesn’t ask about your purchases. Instead, he asks, “Who was that?”

You blink, caught off guard. “Who?”

“The guy you were talking to,” he says, his tone as flat as ever, but there’s something behind it—a tension you can’t quite place.

“Oh, him? That’s just my friend from school. He works here part-time,” you explain, shrugging. “I didn’t even know before now.”

Your words are casual, but they allow Choso a wave of relief. That relief is short-lived, however, replaced almost immediately by a surge of determination. This is his chance. His moment to say what he’s been holding back.

“Can I… talk to you for a second?” he asks, his voice quieter now, almost hesitant.

You tilt your head, curious but not concerned. “Of course. What’s up?”

He gestures for you to follow him, leading you away from the bigger crowd and toward a seating area deeper in the mall that’s less populated. Once you’re there, he turns to face you, his hands still buried in his sleeves.

For a moment, he doesn’t say anything. He’s searching for the right words, but they don’t come. Instead, what comes out is raw and unfiltered.

“I thought you liked him,” he admits, his voice barely above a whisper.

You blink, surprised. “What? No, Choso, I told you, he’s just a friend.”

He nods, but his gaze drops to the floor. “I know. It’s just… I don’t know how to do this.”

“Do what?” you ask gently.

He looks up at you then, his dark eyes searching yours. “This. Any of this. Being around people. Trying to figure out how I’m supposed to feel, how I’m supposed to act.”

You wait, sensing there’s more he wants to say.

“But with you… it’s different,” he continues, his voice steady despite the nerves etched into his expression. “I don’t feel lost when I’m with you. I feel… human.”

Your heart skips a beat, but you don’t interrupt.

“And I don’t want to lose that. I don’t want to lose you,” he says, the words tumbling out before he can stop them. “I like you. I… I think I’ve liked you since the moment we met. I just didn’t know how to say it— didn’t know what it was. B-But I do, now.”

You stare at him, his confession hanging in the air between you. For a moment, he thinks he’s made a mistake. That he’s crossed a line he can’t uncross.

But then you smile.

Not just any smile— the kind of smile that makes him feel like the world isn’t so complicated after all.

It’s all you can do because his confession doesn’t catch you off guard, not really.

You’ve always known.

“Cho,” you say softly, stepping closer, “I know. I’ve known for a while.”

His eyes widen slightly, his lips parting in surprise. “You… knew?”

You nod, giving him a small, reassuring smile. “Yeah. You’re not exactly subtle, you know. But I didn’t say anything because I wanted to give you time. Time to figure out what you wanted, how you felt.”

He’s silent, staring at you like he doesn’t know whether to be relieved or mortified.

“For what it’s worth,” you continue, your voice warm, “I like you, too. Just as you are. You don’t have to change or be anyone else for me, Choso. I like you for you.”

Something in his expression shifts. It’s now a mix of disbelief and something deeper, something more raw. His gaze flickers to your lips for the briefest moment, and when he speaks, his voice is barely audible. “Can I… kiss you?”

The question catches you off guard, not because you don’t want him to, but because of the way he asks it, so tentative and earnest.

“Of course,” you say, your tone gentle but steady.

But he hesitates, his eyes darting to the small crowd around you. His voice drops lower, almost shy. “Not here. Can we… go somewhere else?”

You bite back a smile at how endearing he looks, his cheeks tinted pink as he avoids your gaze. “Come on,” you say, nodding toward a quieter hallway where the restrooms are tucked away.

He follows you like a shadow, his hands stuffed into the pockets of his hoodie as he keeps his head down. When you reach the single-occupancy restroom, you push the door open and step inside, holding it for him as he follows. The door clicks shut, and the noise of the mall fades into a distant hum.

For a moment, the two of you just stand there, the tension in the small space thick enough to cut with a knife. Choso shifts nervously, his hands twitching at his sides. “I… don’t know how start,” he mutters, his voice barely above a whisper.

“That’s okay,” you reply, your smile soft and steady. “Just follow my lead.”

You step closer, reaching out to cup his face in your hands. He freezes for a moment, his dark eyes wide and uncertain, but when you lean in, his lids flutter shut.

The kiss starts slow, tentative, his lips warm and soft against yours. But as you deepen it, something shifts. It’s like a switch flips inside him, and suddenly his hands are on your waist, gripping you like you might slip away if he doesn’t hold on tight enough.

He grows bolder with each passing second, his fingers wandering over your arms, your back, your hips, your ass. There’s a desperation in the way he touches you, as if he’s trying to memorize every inch of you all at once. Finally, he pulls you flush against him, his entire arms wrapped around you, one hand gripping your hip and the other on your shoulder.

You can’t help but chuckle against his lips, pulling back just enough to catch your breath. “Easy, Cho,” you murmur, your tone teasing. “I’m not going anywhere.”

“Sorry,” he mutters, his face flushed as he loosens his grip, but only slightly. “I just… I don’t know how to stop.”

Your smile softens, and you press a light kiss to his cheek. “You don’t have to apologize. It’s okay to feel nervous.”

You kiss him again, this time letting him lead you. As things heat up, he starts to get carried away again, his hands roaming with a mix of urgency and inexperience. His kisses grow hungrier, his breath ragged as he presses closer, his body practically trembling against yours.

Suddenly his whole body stiffens and a low, unsteady sound akin to a whine escapes him before he pulls back, his face burning with embarrassment. He avoids your gaze, his hands falling away as he stammers, “I— I’m sorry. I dunno what— I didn’t want to stop, I—”

You pull back further to see a dark patch beginning to form even on the purple cloth that rests in front of his robes, realizing what happened. Your perfect Choso just came in his pants from kissing you. You can’t stay silent much longer for fear of making him more embarrassed, so you hush him gently, cupping his face and tilting it so he has no choice but to meet your eyes. “Cho, it’s okay,” you say firmly, your voice steady and soothing. “There’s nothing to be embarrassed about. This is all new for you, and that’s perfectly fine.”

He swallows hard, his dark eyes searching yours for any hint of judgment or disappointment. When he finds none, his shoulders relax just a little.

“You mean that?” he asks softly.

You smile, brushing a stray strand of hair from his face. “Of course, I do. We’ll take things slow, okay? There’s no rush.”

He nods slowly, the tension in his posture easing as he lets out a shaky breath. After a moment, he looks at you again, his expression soft but serious. “Is this… what love is?” He closes his eyes, his lips curving into the faintest smile as he leans into your touch. And in that quiet, stolen moment, it feels like the rest of the world fades away, leaving only the two of you in its place.

༒︎ Ryomen Sukuna ༒︎

The room is dimly lit, the sterile scent of disinfectant clinging to the air. You’re lying back on the exam table, your dress pulled up over your growing belly. The monitor hums softly as the sonographer, a man with overly polite eyes and a soothingly gentle touch, adjusts the machine. He explains the process as he goes, his voice calm and warm, clearly trying to put you at ease.

Today is your first 3D ultrasound where you’ll finally get a better view of the life growing inside you. It feels surreal. You’ve had to wait until you’re 32 weeks along to get the best view, so the wait has made you antsy. Will it look like Sukuna? You? Will it smile or suck its thumb? Surely it’s too early for that, right? All of these questions are running through your mind and making your body vibrate with both nervousness and anticipation. It actually does help that the sonographer noticed and is trying to soothe you. 

You glance to the corner where Sukuna stands, his towering figure leaned protectively against the wall. His crimson eyes are locked on the sonographer, sharp and unyielding, like a predator stalking prey. His arms are crossed over his broad chest, claws tapping rhythmically on his forearm, a faint sound that portrays his growing irritation. The air feels heavy with tension; thick enough to cut with a knife. You’d be lying if you said that didn’t contribute to your current nervousness.

The sonographer prepares to squirt gel onto your belly, offering you a soft smile. “This might feel a little cold,” he says, his tone careful. “But it’ll help us get a clear image of the baby.”

You flinch slightly at the cold, and the response is immediate.

“Watch your hands.” Sukuna’s voice slices through the room, low and menacing.

The sonographer freezes, visibly startled. His gaze darts nervously to Sukuna. “I- I’m just preparing her to perform the scan, sir. There’s no need to worry.”

Sukuna scoffs, the sound dark and mocking. “Worry? I’m not worried, human. I’m warning you.” His crimson eyes narrow, radiating danger. “You’re touching my wife who’s carrying the heir to my throne. Be mindful.”

You press your palm to your forehead, exhaling sharply. “Ryo,” you say, your tone firm. “He’s doing his job. Stop scaring him.”

Sukuna’s eyes flick to you, softening slightly, but the fire in them doesn’t fully die. “Doesn’t mean I have to like it.”

The sonographer hesitates, visibly uneasy, before resuming his work. The wand glides gently over your belly, and the monitor flickers to life. He points out the baby’s heartbeat, their tiny limbs, and the way they seem to kick at nothing in particular. His voice is soothing as he explains, almost too soothing for Sukuna’s liking.

You can see that the baby has four limbs, thankfully, and it’s got a frown on it’s face, much like its father’s. Until you speak, that is. When you speak, you can see the soft smile that graces your sweet baby’s face, again much like its father’s. You feel tears prick at your eyes finally seeing your baby so clearly.

The sonographer glances at you again, his smile almost reverent. “You’re doing wonderfully. Your baby looks perfect— beautiful, actually.”

That does it.

“Beautiful, huh?” Sukuna mutters, his voice laced with venom. “Bet you say that to every woman you see. Must be part of your script. You’re just so reassuring. Well, my wife doesn’t need that. She has me. Do you think yourself better than I?”

“Ryomen.” Your voice sharpens, and you shoot him a glare that tells him you’re angry. “Enough.”

He stares at you for a long moment, his lips curling in mild defiance, but he backs off for now. The sonographer continues, though his hands move a little faster this time, clearly eager to finish. Sukuna’s eyes remain locked on him, every small movement scrutinized like a hawk circling its prey.

Finally, the scan concludes. The sonographer hands you a towel to clean off the gel, offering another polite smile. He opens his mouth to speak, but Sukuna doesn’t give him the chance.

“You’re done, right? Get out.”

The man’s eyes widen; he looks to you as if hoping for an intervention. You manage a tight smile. “Thank you for your help. Forgive my unpleasant husband,” you say pointedly, dismissing him with a polite nod.

The door clicks shut behind him, leaving the two of you alone. Sukuna stands there, still bristling, his claws twitching at his sides.

You sigh, wiping the last of the gel from your belly. “You’re ridiculous, Kuna. He wasn’t touching me in any sort of suspicious way.”

“He shouldn’t have been touching you in the first place,” Sukuna snaps, taking a step closer.

“He’s a medical professional, Ryomen. It’s his job.”

“I don’t care,” he growls, his crimson eyes boring into yours. “He was too close; too soft. Like he thought he could make you feel safer than I do.”

You sit up, tugging your dress down over your belly. “No one is trying to take your place.”

He scoffs, pacing in front of you like a restless beast. “You’re mine. No one else gets to put their hands on you like that.”

You stand, squaring your shoulders as you step into his path. “Would you rather our child go unchecked and we miss something bad? You can’t scare every single person who helps me, Ryomen.”

His eyes narrow, the frustration in them simmering just beneath the surface. “You’re too soft,” he mutters. “Always making excuses for people who don’t deserve it.”

“Soft doesn’t mean weak,” you counter, standing firm. “And I don’t need you turning every little thing into a fight. Trust me, Ryomen. I’m not going anywhere. But… you’re wrong, you know. I do need comfort. You provide safety, yes, but never reassurance. Gentleness. Maybe just… passive acceptance. I’m carrying your child. Of course I’d like to be doted on and treated with care.”

Before he can get upset again, you add, “By you. Only you. So just— please stop it with the anger and hostility. I want my child to know their father is capable of love the way I know he is.”

The tension in his shoulders loosens slightly, though the possessiveness in his gaze remains. He steps closer, towering over you, his hand coming to rest on your belly. His touch is firm but deliberate, a reminder of who you belong to.

“You’re mine,” he says, his voice low and commanding. “You. The baby. You’re my dearest prizes. No one else gets to act like they know how to care for you better than I do. I study everything, every minute detail about you and what’s to expect with the child. I suppose I’ve been so wound up with preparing myself and protecting you that I’ve gotten more hostile than usual. I… can work on it.”

You place your hand over his, meeting his gaze with unwavering confidence. “That’s all I’m asking.”

“Get back on the exam bed.”

“What? Why? He’s finish—” he interrupts you by walking you backwards until your ass hits the edge, caging you in.

“Because I don’t think I’ve ever told you how beautiful you look carrying my heir and standing up to even me. And I’d like to show you just how much I love it.” He says, leaning down to nuzzle his nose against your neck, just below your jawline. As expected, you tilt your head up for a kiss and he indulges you, kissing you so hungrily and lifting you onto the bed.

His hands wander all over your body, his touch carrying a gentleness you’re not used to. Goosebumps raise on the whole of your body in response and you’re leaning forward into the kiss, losing yourself in it. You don’t even realize he’s hiked your dress up and removed your panties until the cold hits your slick-sheened pussy.

“Ryō—”

“I know, brat, I know.” He says, a teasing lilt in his voice as he parts from your lips to kiss along your jaw. “Come to the edge f’me.”

You do exactly that as he undoes his robes to reveal his second set of arms… and his second mouth. God, you love how freaky this man is. His second set of arms grip the globes of your ass to hold you steady as he pulls you flush against his lower mouth, his fat tongue just smearing your cunt with your slick and his saliva. 

You’ve never cared to admit that this mouth of his has always been your favorite. It’s so big that it offers more coverage, more pressure, and gets so much dee—

“Biiiiig stretch.” Sukuna warns you before he plunges his second tongue into your hole, lingering at that first ring of resistance to deliver a few shallow, but mind numbingly pleasurable thrusts before he pushes the rest of the way in; as much as he can, that is.

He uses the moment your pretty little mouth releases an ah! to kiss you again, his first set of hands slipping up your dress to find your tits. If there’s anything he’d put on top of the list of things he loves about your changing body, it’s this. How fucking thick your ass has become and undeniably huge your tits have grown. Just swelling and preparing to fill with milk to sustain his heir.

He pinches your sensitive nipples between his large fingers, making you moan into the kiss, relaxing your cunt around his tongue between you. Suddenly, you’re lifted just slightly above the table, his other hands beginning to fuck you on his tongue, his saliva and your slick just drip, drip, dripping onto the bed and floor beneath you.

“So greedy. Pussy’s always so fucking greedy…” he groans, resting his forehead against yours so you both can watch as your pussy bulges from swallowing his tongue so eagerly. It’s such a lewd sight, one you’ve undeniably grown addicted to in your time together.

Your moans mingle together and it’s then you realize that he’s now using just one of his hands to fuck you on his tongue. His other is wrapped around both of his cocks and pumping them together, ribbons of pre falling down his lengths and being smeared by his movements. You’re not even slightly ashamed of the way you salivate seeing him getting off while eating your pussy and watching himself do it. It’s so fucking filthy that you can’t help but—

“Gonna cum f’me, aren’t you? Mmmmmhm, can tell by how she’s flutterin’ around my tongue. My needy fucking wife.” He smirks, pulling you flush to him so that the widest part of his tongue rubs against your clit while he switches it up and fucks his tongue into you, faster this time.

“O-Ohmyfuckinggod!” The words come out strung together, the added attention on your clit making you see stars, your breath quickening, heart beginning to race. You lean back onto the bed using your hands to prop you up so you can get a better view.

“So nasty, beautiful.” A chuckle falls from his lips and you can’t even respond before his upper hands are just engulfing your tits and kneading, easing the pain of the swelling and pleasing you at the same time.

Then, something happens. Milk begins to drip from your right nipple and it has you both stopping in your tracks. You’d heard of the low possibility that milk can come before you give birth, but you never considered it’d happen to you. A blush of embarrassment creeps on your face and you’re about to apologize when you hear Sukuna groan, his eyes rolling to the back of his head as his mouth immediately latches onto your tit and he just sucks.

“S-Sukuna, fuck!” You whine, his lower tongue beginning to work your quivering pussy again, bringing you right to the edge of pleasure.

He releases your tit with a pop! and nips it gently. “Mine. Mine, mine, all fuckin’ mine, such a good Queen providing for my heir early. Gonna be such a good momma.” He praises you before beginning to suck the lactating nipple again, making you come undone on his tongue, your gooey insides clenching around his tongue, trying to stop him with how tight you are, but he’s too strong, fucking his tongue into you through your orgasm to swallow up every last bit of cum you have to offer him.

It’s not until you’re whining and your legs are limp, weak pushes against his shoulders making him release your tit and slip his tongue from your slobbering hole. He runs the tip of his tongue against your oversensitive clit just a few times before you feel him kiss your puffy folds, making your body lurch.

You watch breathlessly as he tries to suck up the milk from your poor abused nipple again, your fingers slipping into his hair and tugging his face up to yours. “Y’know, you’re mine too. Forever. Don’t you forget that.” You smirk.

Something flickers in his eyes— pride, possessiveness, and a touch of vulnerability he’d never admit to. “Damn right I’m yours,” he says, his lips curling into a smirk. “But don’t think that means I’m gonna get soft on people.”

You lean into his hand as he caresses your cheek, a small smile playing at your lips. “You’re impossible, you know that?”

“And yet, here you are,” he says, leaning down until his face is inches from yours. His voice drops to a rumble. “Carrying my child. Still standing by me. So brave.”

“Someone has to keep you in check,” you tease, though your voice softens with affection.

He lets out a low chuckle, pressing a possessive kiss to your forehead. “Yeah, well, let’s see if you’re brave enough to take my cocks after cumming like such a good brat f’me.” 

Your eyes widen, feeble hands trying to push him away by his chest, “Kuna! We have to leave, they’re probably traumatized!” You tell him in a hushed tone, suddenly all too aware that you’re in a doctor’s office for fuck’s sake.

“Yeah, well. They can afford the therapy.” He gives you a shit eating grin while thumbing open your cunt. “Open up real wide f’me, baby.”

And as you brace yourself, you remind yourself to make apology rounds to the staff whenever your husband is through with you.

༒︎ Nanami Kento ༒︎

Nanami Kento is tired. Not just the kind of tired you feel after a long day, though God knows his body aches from another grueling shift of paperwork and exorcisms. No, it’s deeper than that. A bone-deep fatigue that comes from too many hours spent away from the one person he’d rather be with. You.

He steps through the door, loosening his tie with one hand and holding his briefcase in the other. The house is warm and smells faintly like the lavender candle you always light in the evenings. It feels like home, but he quickly notices something’s off.

Your voice carries down the hall, light and warm, tinged with laughter. It’s a sound that usually has his shoulders relaxing, but tonight, there’s an edge of tension beneath it that prickles at him. He sets his things down quietly, toeing off his shoes, and listens.

“Yeah, it’s been kind of lonely lately,” you say, and he freezes in place, his hand hovering above the coat rack. “I mean, I get it. Nanamin works so hard and I love him for it, but… I don’t know. I just miss him. I feel like I barely see him anymore.”

His chest tightens. You’re talking about him. He takes a slow, measured breath and steps closer, rounding the corner silently.

“Thank you for keeping me sane, though. Honestly, if I didn’t have someone to talk to, I’d probably be climbing the walls by now.” There’s a soft laugh on the other end of the line. Gojo’s laugh. The realization is instant and leaves a bitter taste in his mouth.

Gojo. Of course, it’s Gojo. His coworker, the occasional thorn in the side, the most insufferable man he knows. And apparently the one you’ve been leaning on while he’s been too busy drowning in work.

Kento feels his jaw tighten, his nails digging into the palm of his hand. He knows— logically, rationally— that there’s nothing going on between you and Gojo. You’d never betray him like that and Gojo, for all his teasing, would never cross that line. But the knot of jealousy twisting in his chest doesn’t care about logic.

You must have heard him shift uncomfortably because you glance over your shoulder, startled. Your expression softens when you see him and you give him a small, almost sheepish smile. “Hey, Kento just got home,” you say into the phone. “I’ll talk to you soon, okay?”

Nanami doesn’t miss the way Gojo’s laugh sounds out one last time before you hang up. He doesn’t say anything as you set your phone on the counter, but his silence is heavy. You know him well enough to recognize it immediately.

“Ken,” you say softly, stepping toward him. “Long day?”

He hums in acknowledgment, his gaze steady on you. It’s not cold, but there’s something simmering behind it; something that makes you hesitate. “Gojo?” he asks finally, his voice calm but with an edge you can’t ignore.

You blink, caught off guard by his demeanor. “Yeah. He was just checking in. He knows I’ve been home alone a lot lately.”

“Does he?” His tone is even, but the sharpness is undeniable.

You frown, crossing your arms. “Nanami, it’s not like that. He’s a friend. Our friend. You know that.”

“I do.” And he does. He knows it’s innocent. But that doesn’t make it easier to hear you laughing and confiding in someone else while he’s been too busy to do the same.

“Ken.” Your voice softens and you reach for him, your hand brushing his arm. “Please don’t do this. Don’t beat yourself up or think anything crazy. I’m not mad at you for working so much. I know why you do it. I know it’s for us. But… it’s hard sometimes. That’s all I meant.”

“I hate that you feel like this,” he says quietly, his gaze dropping to the floor. “That you have to go to someone else when I should be here.”

You step closer, your hands sliding up to his shoulders. “You’re here now,” you murmur, trying to pull him out of his head. “That’s what matters. That you always come back to me as soon as you can.”

He looks at you, something dark and conflicted in his eyes. “Is it enough?” he asks, his voice low, almost hesitant. “Am I enough? Or would you rather have a husband who has more time for you?”

Your heart breaks at the vulnerability in his voice. “Kenny,” you say firmly, cupping his face in your hands. “I don’t want anyone else. I just want you. Always.”

The tension in his shoulders eases slightly and his hands settle on your waist, pulling you closer. His lips find yours in a kiss that’s anything but gentle. It’s hungry. Desperate. As if he’s trying to make up for all the time he’s spent away from you in one moment.

You gasp against his mouth and he takes the opportunity to deepen the kiss, his hands sliding down to the globes of your ass and gripping tightly. When he finally pulls back, his breathing is uneven, his forehead resting against yours. “I’ll change for you,” he murmurs, his voice raw with emotion. “No more late nights. No more overtime. I’ll cut my hours. Whatever it takes to be here with you.”

“Ken, you don’t have to—”

“I do.” His hands slide under your shirt, his touch firm but gentle as he lifts it over your head and lets it fall to the floor. “I won’t let you feel like you’re second to anything. Ever again. You’re too precious to me. My world. My heart. My wife.”

His lips find your neck, trailing heated kisses down to your collarbone. He moves with a purpose, his hands exploring your skin as if to reacquaint himself with every inch of you. It’s more than physical— it’s a promise.

You tug at his tie, fumbling with the knot until he helps you pull it free and rips off his button-down. Then his hands are on you again, guiding you toward the bedroom.

“Lay back for me,” he murmurs, his voice low and commanding but with an undercurrent of tenderness that makes your pulse race.

You obey, sinking onto the bed as he leans over you, his lips finding yours again. His touch is both reverent and possessive, his movements careful but insistent. Every kiss, every caress feels like an apology and a vow wrapped into one.

He wraps a hang around your throat, squeezing for one fleeting moment before trailing it down your chest, between your breasts, down your stomach, over your pubic bone, and finally under your nightgown to meet your slick riddled cunt.

“Shit,” he hisses, forehead resting against yours while he catches his breath, his fingers slipping back and forth between your folds, teasing at your clit in passes. “My love… I don’t want to waste any time, I just need t’feel you. Normally I’d ea—”

“I know, handsome, s’okay, I’m ready, I can take it.” You reassure him, knowing he was going to apologize for not properly warming you up.

You see, Nanami has always been one for foreplay. He could slurp up your saccharine slick for hours upon hours if you let him, but tonight? Tonight, he just wants to be one with you.

His hand finds one of yours and he intertwines your fingers, his other hand working to free his cock from the suffocating confines of his pants. When it springs free, it’s just throbbing an angry pink, beads of pre forming at the tip now that his dress pants aren't there to absorb them.

He aligns himself with your painfully empty hole, pushing past that first little ring of resistance with a long groan. The grip he has on your hand tightens, his knuckles turning white as he feeds you inch after mind numbing inch of his cock until his tip’s kissing your cervix. But you know his body well enough to know that isn’t it. And so you brace yourself for him to push in to the hilt, his mushroom tip ever so slightly bullying open your cervix as he does so, making you yelp out in both pleasure and pain.

His lips swallow your whines and whimpers, he’s determined to take everything you have to offer and give you more than what he has. The world, if you asked. His free hand finds purchase on your hip and he holds you steady as he starts to roll his hips into yours, passionately. Roughly. Like he’s trying to stuff you full of all of the love he has for you.

You moan out, reaching your own free hand up to cup his cheek, your legs wrapping around his waist, heels digging into his back, effectively telling him you need more. With every thrust after, you can’t help but gasp. You feel him in your lungs stealing every bit of breath you have, reddened leaking tip repeatedly hitting that bullseye that makes your mind go stupid.

“K-Ken, feels s’good! Hah!” You whine out, back arching up and pressing you flush to him. He moves his hand from your hip to wrap his arm around you, effectively holding your bottom half in the air to get deeper inside of you.

“Mine. My wife. My wife, my love, my beautiful, m-my heart.” He’s babbling, burying his head into your neck and pressing hot, wet, open mouthed kisses to it. You feel him slip his hand from yours and instead, he has the top of your head in the palm of his hand, using it to keep you still, but also to anchor himself so he doesn’t let you slip through his fingers.

“You’re going to be such a beautiful mom. Wh—hah, what kind of husband have I been by not trying to give you my babies? We can start now. After I cum riiiiight here.” He babbles, his other hand moving for only a second to press down where your stomach bulges with his thrusts.

And the look in his eyes tells you this is a promise, not just something he’s saying while fucking you. Just like the perfect little thing you are, you cum for him right then, dragging a long and frustrated groan from him.

“Pussy’s always so good for me. Milking me so good, my love…” he shudders as you cum on his throbbing length.

“Ken, f—fuh— fuck! Cum in me! Please, baby, cum in me!” You beg, making him chuckle.

“Oh? You think I’m done? No, I have to make up for lost time. Evert second I missed, I’ll make up for with an equal amount of time spent buried in this beautiful cunt of yours. Understood?”

And oh are you so incredibly fucked.

[namazunomegami]

Mélange

Pairing: Okkotsu Yuta x gn!reader

Synopsis: Sometimes humans are not above animals. Sometimes they burn to fulfill the same basic needs and not strive for more in the moment. A full belly, safety, procreation. What happens when all three of them need to be satisfied? Tinged with spice. Under the influence of an unknown substance.

CW: aphrodisiac, dubcon, slight somnophilia, feral and animalistic Yuta, he has cannibalistic thoughts, licking, lovebites, scratching, biting, slight pain, handjob, premature ejaculation, fingering, Reader can feel Yuta’s ring during fingering, slight dacryphilia if you squint, implied multiple rounds, porn with feelings, good old unprotected sex + creampie, both Reader and Yuta are ultra possessive in their own toxic way <33

WC: 3.6k

Credits: my dearest @notveryrussian for proofreading this mess and doing a bit of rework on the tenses <33 the cannibalcore pics are from pinterest

Song rec: needles and pins by deftones and gibson girl by ethel cain both give a nice vibe to the fic as we slowly transition from Yuta's POV to Reader's POV

A/N: Can't believe I'm posting my first one shot here 🥹 After so many unsuccessful attempts to wrap up multichaptered fics, at least, this one messy smut got finished. My first ever finished fic 🥹 And the first to get completed in a relatively short time. Yes, a week is a short time for me. And happy holidays to y’all, this is gonna be the last fic in this year so expect only shitposts from me from now on lmao.

Likes and reblogs are greatly appreciated <33

Minors do not interact or else I'm gonna go apeshit, also a seperate warning for heavy dark content as usual. If there's anything mentioned in the tags that you're not comfortable with, this is not your fic.

Many sorcerers envy the title of special grade. Yuta thinks these people deserve a separate Naraka in Hell. They don’t realize the immense responsibility, they can’t fathom the challenges, the danger of the missions. The threat those curses pose. They only care about the power he carries.

During today’s mission, Yuta realized he’s not entirely an unstoppable force. Even someone like him is weak to certain fighting styles, he can’t counter everything with his wide range of copied techniques. This curse’s grade was well deserved. Whenever the katana slashed deep into it’s skin, a strange kind of gas was emitted from the wounds. Though he eventually exorcised the curse, he did breathe in the weird, sweet-smelling substance. The scent was hard to resist, it felt like the perfect mixture of all his favorite smells, inviting and comforting. However, he trusted his body to withstand the temptation, reinforced to near perfection with cursed energy and the usage of reversed cursed technique.

There was no problem until he finished reporting back to the higher ups and was on the way home. Maybe it was just the fatigue, the late summer heat, the humidity of the night but something made him feel weird. Almost sick. A thin veil of sweat glistened on his skin, his cheeks, ears and upper body were flushed. His chest was heaving, a burning, aching sensation tormented him between his legs, throbbing with a synced rhythm to his heartbeat. All his thoughts narrowed down to one single, inherently primal thing. A need. A hunger.

Shame and confusion swelled inside his chest. How can he lose his composure? How can he want it so badly? If he wasn’t so wired for monogamy, he would have fucked anyone who moved. And with every passing minute the feeling was getting worse. Descending slowly to the brink of madness. Hell, he was close to wheezing and growling like a rabid dog. He already had no patience to find the right key to the door. He could break that shit, he definitely could. He had no idea why, but he could stop himself from doing that. Maybe the insane price to get it fixed.

But the comfort of his home isn’t helping him. He can’t calm down, he can’t unwind. On the contrary, everything intensifies the strange urge in him to act territorial. But it’s only natural when he grew up feeling like he didn’t have anything he could call his own, whether it’s a material possession or a person. Every comprehensible thought vanished from his head. Leaving only the instincts. The need to claim. He immediately goes to the bedroom, not even bothering to have a quick shower or a light meal.

He gazes at your sleeping form, unknowing and peaceful. Innocent and vulnerable like a newborn lamb and he’s… he wouldn’t compare himself to a wolf, he’s a more vicious predator than that, all starved and keen on capturing its prey. Your limbs are thrown in every direction on the mattress, a thin, silk blanket barely concealing your body, but you’re hugging a some of it to your chest. Like you’re missing him, finding solace in the way the material is touching you. The windows are wide open, hoping that the night air can cool you down.

Yuta caught himself almost drooling at the sight. He can’t stop himself, he can’t fight the shameless thoughts plaguing him. The need, the want is stronger than what he deems right in the moment. His steps are quiet, that part of the floor that normally creaks is now completely silent. He looms over you, like a sinful, ungodly spirit, your very own kanashibari that’s bound to you. His weight is pressing down on the mattress ever so slightly, caging your form between his arms. He breathes in the smell of your freshly showered skin. A mixture of heady vanilla, milk and honey. He mindlessly licks a stripe up your thigh, wanting to taste you, to bite you, to tear out a big chunk of your flesh with his teeth to satisfy this torturous hunger he feels for you. More than anything he wants to devour you. Completely. Have you all for himself. The thought alone makes his dick so hard it’s outright painful.

He ascends towards your hips, leaving soft yet wet kisses that make you twitch in your sleep. Yuta swears that he’s more sensitive to all stimuli, his senses are working at their maximum capacity. He’s able to feel every morsel, every particle of you. The soft peach fuzz, the bumps, the ridges of your stretch marks, their pearl-like glistening texture flowing on the surface of your skin like a river. The material of your shorts, loose and thin, he can feel the seams on the band of your underwear through the fabric. Where the bones bend, where flesh folds. Your smell. Not just from the shower gel and the laundry detergent but your natural scent, so strong he believes it’s some kind of weird pheromone that’s driving him wild. To the point he almost considers nudging his nose between your legs, just like dogs do when they smell blood there.

Maybe it’s not entirely wrong to claim you this way. He can spare you from this more primal side of him, you won’t get to see it and despise him for it. It’s enough if he deals with the shame alone, self-deprecation is his ultimate talent afterall. But that can wait until after he finished soothing this excruciating itch. Because now the last remnant of his resolve goes out the window.

He pulls up your shirt all the way up to your chest. His shirt to be exact. It makes his heart flutter, a piece of him enveloping you, makes the boundaries between your sense of selves blend and blur. The thought of you using his stuff as your own feels so right, so promising.

He practically glues his face to the expanse of your stomach. The flesh is so soft between his teeth, feels so good to bite on it, so easy to suck on it until the skin turns a deep purple.

And maybe… maybe he can lower his crotch onto your knees. Just a little. Just for a little friction…

You stir, opening your eyes slowly, tiredness and confusion are still heavy on your expression. And then you feel teeth nipping at your stomach, fingers digging into the dips of your hips firmly, some wetness here and there along your leg.

Your first response is fear.

You start to squirm and fuss, kicking your legs up in the air, not even thinking about who’s doing this to you until Yuta grips your shoulders and pushes you back into the sheets, keeping you still by the weight of his own body, shushing you. You can feel his nails penetrating the skin, branding the crescent Moon itself into your flesh.

“It’s me, don’t panic.”

You’d recognize this voice anywhere, but you blinked a few times just to clear your vision. The striking white of his coat is easy to spot, even in the dimly lit darkness of the room.

“Yuta…?”

Your voice is an ode, a blessing. Even when it’s hoarse and faint after waking up. He bends down and kisses your temple, nuzzling into your hairline, breathing in your scent. His body feels oddly warm, almost overly so, radiating through you. Through your spine, to the very center of your being and that’s when you notice that you’re a little bit… hot and bothered. What has he done to you while you were asleep?

“I’m so sorry…” he whispers an apology. But his voice is just… it’s like his mind is not entirely here. Something is hurting him and he’s trying to conceal it. Barely. You can hear his voice is hitched from the deep breath he takes, in a futile affort to calm himself. “Have you been sleeping for long?”

He asks you for the sake of it, there’s no genuine interest behind it. Even if you were sleeping for hours, it wouldn’t stop him. He couldn’t stop. He genuinely feels like he’ll die if he can’t get it out of his system. He snuggles his face into the crook of your neck, listening to the rhythm of life coursing through your veins. The thought of puncturing your jugular with his teeth is so irresistible. He must do it… It’ll drive him insane if he won’t.

“N-not really.” your answer is weak, all your strength is used to move your arm freely, trying to locate your phone on the bedside table. The light coming from the screen almost blinds you as you’re checking the time. “I went to bed about… half an hour ago.”

He dips his fingers right into the hollow dips between your ribs, he kneads the skin in a way that has his nails slightly scratching you. And then you realize that you’re almost entirely topless.

He traps your earlobe with his teeth, sucking on the soft tissue.

“Y-Yuta…” your voice is more reprimanding that you want it to be. But your patience is starting to run thin. You want to know what the fuck is wrong with him, he never did anything like this before. Even if he’s horny as hell he would ask for your permission because that’s the way he is.

Instead of giving you an answer he bites your neck. Hard. It hurts, it makes you yelp. Shit, that’s gonna leave a mark. And he growls, just like a wild animal.

You squirm, you jolt, trying to get away from the source of your pain with a prolonged hiss. Only one hand of his is enough to stop you from fussing while the other fondles your chest. Your nipple is caught between his fingers, he twists it slightly. You can’t see it getting red, hard and swollen. His moves are awkward and tactless, but somehow they help with soothing the sharp pain in your neck. Your tensed body eases up a little.

He kicks the inner side of your knee with his own, creating a little space in between them, then forces your legs apart with one smooth movement. As he tries to settle right under your core, you feel him brushing the apex of your thigh.

He’s so painfully hard.

You’re sure he can read the instinctual reactions of your body. The rush of adrenaline, your pulse, how your heart is almost breaking your ribs with every beat. You’re getting more and more aware of your surroundings because you have no idea what will happen to you. He pins your wrists down on the bed. He doesn’t want you to escape.

What has gotten into him? Where’s your shy and gentle man, your sweet little angel? The one who needs so much guidance, who gets so awkward about his lack of experience compared to you. The one you need to encourage to talk about what he likes since you won’t judge him for it. Well, angels shouldn’t be benevolent and sweet, right? They’re the soldiers of god after all. And the depth of his psyche is still very much a mystery to you…

“I don’t want to hurt you… I just need you.”

He has no control over his own thoughts, everything on his mind gets blabbered out. Not just that he needs you, but that he wants to fuck you (he rarely uses that word so you’re even more baffled), that he wants to eat you up, bite for bite, digest you so nobody else can have you.

It sounds devoted yet utterly terrifying.

“You’re-“

He’s scary. Well, you knew this prior to crawling into his life. What people thought about him, one rumor more unhinged than the other and you have no idea how much truth there was to them. Everyone has some sort of admiration, respect for him or repulsion of him. You just tend to forget sometimes, how malicious his cursed energy feels, how his eyes never reflect the light, looking outright dead. But it’s all so contradictory to his personality… you know that you’re dear to him, he’s willing to risk everything for his friends, he’s so starved for connection, to carve himself a place within people’s hearts. You blamed the whole phenomenon on Rika. And you took pride in yourself, for taming a monster.

“I feel so…” he suspires, trying his best to contain himself. “… weird.”

And he’s a kind monster indeed, even now, controlling his impulses as he humps your thigh like a feral dog.

“I don’t know if I’m able to hold back, so I need to know….”

His voice is desperate, almost a plea. He’s afraid of himself too. With the last bit of his sanity, he wants to make sure that it’s alright for you, whatever he has in store for you.

You don’t protest.

His lips crash into yours in a violent, hungry kiss. Your teeth clang together, he shoves his entire tongue in your mouth. He grabs the hem of your shorts, peeling off anything that covers you below the waist. You hear the fabric tear. It’s the same with his own clothes too, in a few blinks of your eyes he’s already stark naked.

He takes your hand, pulls it towards him, you can feel him in your palm. So hot, hard and swollen to the touch. He closes your fingers around him and his hips start moving back and forth, fucking himself into your grip. You smear the precum along his length with your fingertips, squeezing lightly when you feel the base. It has him moaning, breathily, more vocal than he usually is. He’s so sensitive, his pace quickens and his voice is thinner, almost like a whimper.

And he groans. Unexpectedly. It bursts deep from his throat. You feel his cum pooling in your palm. Though you may be surprised, you don’t make a big deal about it. You search for tissues on the bedside table to clean your hand like nothing happened.

“Feelin’ okay?”

Your voice is calming, tender, it warms his heart but the mere sight of his cum on your hand makes the blood rush to his dick again.

You sit up to caress his face. You open your mouth to question him, but he won’t let you start your aftercare routine.

“It’s… not enough.”

He grabs your thigh, hooking your leg over his shoulder, giving him better access to your naked core. Your back falls onto the mattress again.

“I’ll take care of you.”

It’s a promise, you’re sure of it.

His fingertips sink into your folds, relief ripples through him when he finds them already wet. He goes all out on you, his thumb circles your clit and two fingers dip in at your entrance, waiting to loosen you up so they can be pushed inside. His nails gently caress your inner thigh, it’s a tickling sensation, goosebumps dot your skin, a sigh dies on your lips. Treating it as a sign, his fingers start stretching your walls. They curl and curl inside you to the point of the cold band of his ring touching your folds, your essence soiling the stainless metal. The symbol of the haunting spirit of his first love. Childish love that it is, unserious, all just a game. The promises… the word forever holds no weight. Or maybe it does but they have no idea how hard it is to maintain those vows.

Can you ever compare to Rika in his eyes? Have the same effect over him? You don’t dare to talk about it just yet. No, the nature of your relationship is not the same. Childhood love is not like adult love, you just want some reassurance. You want to feel important.

And your reassurance is soaking that wretched finger with your juices. Make that wretched ring yours. He spreads his fingers inside you, scissoring you apart, eagerly working to prepare you. You’re holding onto the sheets and the pillows desperately, your body feels so volatile you might as well float away.

When he pulls out you feel hollow, incomplete. But he won’t keep you waiting long. The head of his cock feels like salvation. Scorching hot and wet with the mixed arousal. And he completes you with one smooth thrust. You’re whole, fulfilled, a merged existence worth suffering over. He’s throbbing deep within your walls, pulsating through your nerves. You can’t tell if the noise coming out of him is a moan, a whine, or a growl, you only know that it’s bordering on bestial. Filled with need, an ache, coupled with something beyond your comprehension.

He drills into you, there’s so much strength and resilience in him, it almost makes you scared. But something else also swells inside your chest. An unknown kind of excitement, a thrill, it makes you feverish, wired. The dissonance between his absolutely feral state and the fact that he’d never hurt you. Or maybe he would, in a way that you’d like it. Nobody could bite through your throat with such force that your windpipe breaks, only him, him and no one else.

He holds you at the back of your pelvic bone, lifts you up in an utterly perfect angle. You mewl him that it feels so good, so perfect, so raw. You love this feeling so much. You get completely lost and immersed in it.

“…it?”

His voice is faint yet his broken self-worth shines through it. Poor soul… You didn’t pay attention to his most important desire. He’s a parasite living off of your kind words, but nothing can make him as blissful as knowing you love him, despite everything he despises about himself. And you’ll feed him. Prove it to him that he matters more than the things he does to you.

“Oh Yuta, my sweet…” the rest of the sentence gets stuck in your throat as you open your arms and he crashes into your embrace like a lost, lonely puppy. You hug him tightly, brushing through his locks with a free hand. The sweat makes the strands stick together. “Of course I love you, don’t be silly.”

He might as well have been a puppy in his previous life. And now your words eased his guilt about his temporary condition. He gained your forgiveness.

What he does next is much more instinctual. He folds you in half, where your knees bend, is pressed right against his traps, your heels graze the middle of his back. Now his thrusts have weight, uncovering spots that even you had no idea that existed inside of you. Tears of joy prickle in your eyes, calling upon whatever deity’s name you can think of, off the top of your head. You can swear his pace increases at the sight. It’s so intense a broken cry erupts from your throat.

He thrusts right into a sweet spot, which has you melting and trembling. Please is the only word your lips can form. At this point, you couldn’t care less about the lewd sounds of your skin slapping together or the squelching noises that make the whole act sloppy, shameless and primal, you only want to reach  your peak, and you’re not far from it as you’re clenching around him with a rhythm that you have no control over.

It crashes, it ruptures, sudden, sharp and hot like an electric spark. A scream empties your lungs, but Yuta muffles it with sealing his mouth onto yours. You feel yourself getting filled as you’re convulsing around his length.

After he fucks you through your orgasm you feel yourself shaking, your whole body is limp, numb, drifting slowly to sleep. You’re both soaked in sweat, your bodies stick together but there’s a need to bond further in each other’s embrace. You plant a kiss between his locks, praising him, telling him you love him. Satisfaction clouds your mind, like a soft, pillowy pink mist.

However, his cock is still not soft.

“I have no idea what has gotten into you.” you tell him, marveling, as you’re still catching on your breath. “I like it though, but you owe me an explanation.”

He handles you gently, like you’re some precious thing, made from glass, fragile. Your body is like a ragdoll’s, he has you lying on your stomach, lazily, flatly, you might as well fuse together with the mattress. Calloused fingers are drawing nonfigurative shapes on your shoulder blades.

“I’ll tell you right after we finish.”

Your blood runs cold for a moment.

“Again? Yuta, for the love of god I’m exhausted.” you whine.

He apologetically kisses your spine.

“Just this one, okay? Please? I’ll do all the work, I’ll make it quick. You only need to relax, you can sleep even.”

You want to tell him that sounds a little bit creepy, but you don’t have the strength to talk. He kisses the two shallow dimples right above your tailbone. His gaze lingers on your folds, admiring how red and swollen you are.

“If you manage to make me cum again, you deserve a fucking award.” you comment, face nuzzled into the pillow, your voice is obviously snarky.

You can feel teeth sinking into the flesh of your asscheek. The mark that is burning on your neck found it’s pair. He presses down your overly sensitive clit with his thumb, balancing the pain out with pleasure. But it gets overstimulated so easily, you feel the need to bite the pillow.

You brace yourself with a deep breath through your nose. You’re going to pay him back next time, you promise yourself that you’ll make a begging, crying mess out of him, and the thought makes you chuckle.

[cherryblossombankai]

Word Count: 2.5K

Summary: You and Toshinori are matched on a site for "companionship" that touts being able to choose the perfect sugar baby for the client.

Warnings: virginity loss, premature ejaculation, oral sex, creampie, obsession, sex work, sugar baby/sugar daddy dynamics

A/N: Made for a little fic swap between myself and @actuallysaiyan! I hope you love it!

Tag List: @pixelcafe-network, @actuallysaiyan, @helloiamadrawer, @satorustar, @sweet-chocolate-sweet,

Toshinori has never had time for romance. For so long he stayed so busy with hero work he didn’t even notice the empty spot in his life. How can you notice that you don’t have anyone to hold at night when you don’t bother going home until your body is nearly useless from exhaustion? You can’t notice how nobody celebrates your birthday with you if you spend all day working instead. He doesn’t notice it until the empty spot has become a great black hole, and then he spends night after night tossing and turning in bed with empty arms. 

He knows it's his fault. He never made room in his life for anything else besides fighting villains and being a symbol of peace. It feels like the time for flowers and romance has passed him by. Even if he wanted to try to find someone, who would want him: a broken-down hero who has never even been intimate with anyone aside from one late-night makeout session with Dave that took place (what feels like) a lifetime ago? 

The first time he saw the ad, he was watching porn. His cock was in his hand, ready for action. Instead of focusing on the pretty girl sucking a cock, his eyes instantly find an elegantly designed ad that looks quite out of place among the lewd positions that accompanied the rest. 

‘Are you lonely?’ the ad says in its pristine script. Then a smaller font says, ‘We can match you with the perfect companion?’

“Of course I’m lonely,” he rolls his eyes and tries to just ignore the ad. He watches the pretty girl on her knees, trying to imagine he’s the one grabbing her hair and thrusting into her mouth. 

As soon as he cums, thick strings that cover his fist, he thinks about that damn ad again. He tosses his phone to the side and goes to clean himself up. However, when he picks the phone up again the ad is still there. This time he can’t help letting curiosity get the better of him. He clicks the ad and is taken to a surprisingly well-designed website. The information he scrolls through explains that the company would require him to take a few different types of personality quizzes and evaluations all to match him with his ‘perfect companion’. 

The fine print, of course, is that his perfect companion will only accompany him for a fee, a percentage of which goes to the matchmaker. That’s the part that causes him to click off the ad and try to put it completely out of his mind. It would be an absolute scandal if it was ever found out that All Might had paid someone for companionship, and maybe even more if— 

No. He can’t let himself picture it. 

Over the next few days, he tries quite valiantly to forget about the whole idea. Still, he can’t completely put it out of his mind no matter how hard he tries. It would solve many problems for him if he was brave enough to go through with it. He wouldn’t have to worry about going through the whole dating ordeal to find someone, the company would take care of that. 

‘Don’t even think about it,’ he tries over and over to dissuade himself.

A week passed before he signed up. He did it so fast that he didn’t even have time to stop himself. There was no time to second guess. He needed someone badly, and this was the one time he would throw some money at a problem in hopes of fixing it. 

It took a couple more days for the company to respond. It came as an email with the attached profiles of three potential partners for him that he could choose from. There was a file that highlighted the complementary qualities as well as points of interest for Toshinori to keep in mind. 

The moment he saw your photos, he felt his heart race with excitement. You are beyond pretty— you’re a goddess as far as he’s concerned. You included some racy boudoir shots in your photo album, and he couldn’t help the way his cock twitched in response. He imagined himself in that dim lighting with you, slowly peeling off that nearly sheer robe to reveal the lace bustier underneath. 

He chooses you without even looking at the third profile. 

***

Your first meeting with Toshinori has to go perfectly. Although you’re nervous as can be, you want this to go well. As soon as the two of you started texting, you felt a connection. He was genuine and easy to talk to. You had a lot in common, including a love for indie movies. However, what sticks out to you the most is how kind he is. Most men would’ve already been asking for nudes or videos, but Toshinori hasn’t even initiated a sexting session. The few times he sent you anything flirty, you were sure it was an accident. He’s gentle, and you like that about him. 

When you walk into the coffee shop for the first time, he’s stunned by the sight of you. For a moment you linger by the door, pretty eyes carefully scanning the room for him. He watches the sweet smile rise to your lips, you’re so excited you even bounce a little bit before coming to the table. He stands up and pulls your chair out for you. 

“I’m glad you made it,” he says shyly, he can barely even look at you right now. If he thought you were a goddess just from the photos, he’s convinced of it now that he’s seen you in person. The photos didn’t do you justice. 

Instead of taking a seat right away, you hug him first. You give him a quick peck on the cheek before sitting down, “Me too! I’ve been so excited to meet you!” 

Years of hero work have made Toshinori aware of when people are lying to him, and he’s shocked to find that you’re genuine in the sentiment. He wonders if you also feel as overwhelmingly nervous as he does. 

“It’s a good thing we’re both here, then,” he chuckles softly as he takes a seat across from you. “I couldn’t wait any longer to see you.” 

He spends a few moments just staring at you longingly. He can’t believe how beautiful you are, and that such a beautiful girl is so happy to be with him. 

“I’m gonna go order some coffee,” you say sweetly, pulling him out of his thoughts. 

“Wait, allow me!” he says as he stands up. “I’ll get it.” 

“Oh, okay!” you tell him your order, and he makes his way up to the front. 

You feel so happy right now. He’s just as adorable and kind as you expected him to be. You can’t wait to see how things go with him. Maybe this time, you finally found a man who wants to take care of you and who will still treat you kindly. The first sugar daddy you found was rude and cruel to you. Toshinori seems different. You almost feel like you’d be happy to be with him even without the prospect of money, but unfortunately, tuition and rent won’t pay themselves. Still, there’s no law saying you can’t have true feelings for him. 

When he returns, he sets your coffee down in front of you. To your surprise, he also sets down a small white box with an assortment of pastries inside. 

“I thought we might like snacks while we talk,” he says bashfully. 

“That’s lovely, Toshinori! Thank you,” you smile at him. 

He feels his cheeks burning at your praise. He’s really done it, he’s made you happy. For the briefest of moments all is right in the world. 

*** 

Pleasing you becomes his favorite pastime. Whether he’s taking you out shopping or he has your legs spread while he eagerly eats you out, there’s nothing he loves more than taking care of you. He becomes obsessed with you in his own way. He leases you an apartment close to his, and that only lasts a few months before he’s asking you to move in with him. You drop the company altogether when he makes a fuss about you having to give a percentage of your ‘allowance’ to them. 

“I want it all to go to you, babygirl,” he had said on the night he brought up the idea. Secretly, he also wanted to make sure he kept you. 

It’s a dream come true for you. The live-in sugar baby to a man who adores you with his whole being and treats you like you walk on water is not a bad gig. Except you feel guilty at times. He gives you so much, and yet he never really asks for anything in return. You’ve offered him things, but he’s so shy he can’t imagine going through with anything. He’s never even mentioned sex. 

You have to take matters into your own hands. 

One night after dinner, you guide him to the bedroom. You have him sit on the bed and wait for you. 

“I have a little surprise, daddy,” you explain with a playful wink before disappearing into the large, walk-in closet. 

Once you close the door, you begin changing into a silk and lace nightgown. When you emerge again, Toshinori’s eyes widen. 

“Oh…y-you look beautiful!” he says as he stands up to come to you. His hands are gentle on your hips. 

“You like it, daddy?” 

“I love it,” he leans down to kiss you. “You look like an angel.” 

When he starts guiding you towards the bed, you know what he wants to do. However, you don’t want him spoiling you tonight. You want to take care of him, this time completely. 

“Don’t, baby,” you kiss him again, then lower yourself to your knees in front of him. You’re holding his gaze as you reach for his belt. “Let me take care of you, daddy. Please?” 

“Babygirl, I don’t want to…Disappoint you.” 

“Why would I be disappointed? I love everything about you, Toshinori. Absolutely everything.” 

His cheeks turn pink as he looks down at you. He runs his fingers through your hair gently. “Alright, alright. Show me what you can do, sweetheart.” 

You’d intended to do just that. You wanted to rock his world, to show him all the things he seems to have missed out on. There were quite a few tricks up your sleeve you wanted to pull out, but you didn’t get the chance. When your hand wraps around his throbbing cock it only takes a trio of gentle strokes before thick strings of cum are covering your face. 

“Oh!” you pull away just from the surprise of it. 

“Fuck, I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” Toshinori’s big cock is still halfhard as he tries to force it back into his boxers. He had expected to be able to last longer, after all he jerks off regularly, but there was something different about having you touch him that made him lose control. He begins gently wiping the cum off your face with his shirt. 

“It’s okay, it happens,” you say half-heartedly. 

“No, fuck, no it doesn’t,” he sighs. He sits back down on the bed, his face in his hands to avoid looking at you. 

“Baby, it’s okay,” you assure him again. You sit between his knees, massaging his thighs gently. “Look at me, Toshinori,” you coax his hands from his face. 

“You don’t have to lie to me,” he caresses your cheek. “You know I don’t expect you to lie to me just because you think its what I want to hear.” 

“I’m not lying, daddy,” you kiss his hands gently. His half-hard cock stiffens a little more in response. You suck on his fingers. Then you reach out to free him from his pants again. You kiss and suck on the tip of his cock gently, and he stiffens fully in your hand. “Perfect, daddy. That’s good.” 

“Fuck, baby…” he shakes his head, surprised but also pleased by your tenacity. 

You manage to take him deep down your throat. He is trembling as he tries to hold himself back from cumming again. The pleasure is unlike anything he’s ever known before. His hands tangle in your hair, ready to pull you off of him in an instant if he thinks he’s gonna make an ass of himself again. 

You pull off his cock gently, giving it one more kiss before looking up at him. You stand up and strip off your nightgown, leaving it in a wilting pile at your feet. His eyes are drinking in every inch of your body. He reaches out to touch you, starting at your waist and moving down the curve of your hips. 

“I want you inside of me, Toshinori. I’ve wanted it for a long time,” you whisper softly as you carefully settle on his lap, straddling him. You caress his cheeks gently and run your fingers through his hair. 

“Baby, are you sure?” he kneads gently as your waist, just underneath your tits. He never wants to make you feel like you owe him anything. He wants you to do this because you want him as much as he’s craved you. 

“I’m more than sure,” you kiss him softly, then a little deeper. 

His tongue is soft and warm against yours. You reach down to guide his cock to your entrance. He feels like a teenage boy, shaking with excitement. His head lulls against your shoulder as you sink down his length, letting out a soft moan as your pussy stretches around his cock. 

“Fuck, you’re huge,” you pant softly. 

He grunts, “Don’t say things like that.” 

“Why not?” you giggle softly. You kiss him deeply and continue rocking your hips. 

You don’t quite get to pick up a good pace before you feel him tense up. His fingers dig into your hips as he floods your pussy with his cum. You slow to a stop. He rolls you onto your back, and begins thrusting sloppily. 

“I can keep going,” he growls softly. 

He buries his face against the curve of your neck as he fucks you. He’s sloppy, but oh so eager. You wrap your legs around his waist and your hands are tangled in his hair. Every so often you give it a firm tug just to make him growl against your neck. With every thrust, his cock hits your sweet spot. 

It’s perfect. Everything you had imagined in the last few months failed to live up to the reality of the man you adore making love to you. He reaches down to rub your clit to pull out even more pleasure from you. When you reach your climax, he treasures the way his name sounds being cried from your lips with so much adoration. It means everything to him. 

“Yes, yes, yes,” he pants, punctuating every cry with another thrust. He cums inside of you one final time, clinging to you like you could disappear if he loosened his grip. 

When you both come down from your orgasms, he pulls out of you gently. He lays beside you, pulling you to his chest and playing with your hair. 

“You were worth the wait,” you giggle softly. 

“I’m glad, baby.” 

He kisses your forehead gently, then he peels himself away from you. He pulls his pants back up, then goes to the bathroom. A few moments later, you hear the water running for a bath. Toshinori prepares to continue spoiling you. 

[authorchariot]

> ENTRY: THE_STRAIGHT_AND_NARROW

RATING: explicit

CATEGORY: the nice guys (2016)

PAIRING: holland march x m!reader

EST. READING TIME: 31m 13s

INDEX TAGS: anal fingering, anal sex, closeted character, denial, dubious consent (via drunk sex), established relationship, facials, friends to lovers, handjobs, hurt/comfort, internalised homophobia, mentions of vomiting (brief), not beta read, pov first person, premature ejaculation, rimming, sexual dysfunction, size kink, slurs, spit as lube, substance abuse

SUMMARY: march has always been straight. 100%. 110, actually. though he has a funny way of showing it

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College. The kind of place where you met people that would stick in your life forever, like a piece of broccoli that sticks between your teeth; whether you wanted them to or not.

I met Holland March when we were both eighteen and far too dumb to know it. He was a good-looking guy, I have no problems admitting that. We were taking the same physical education qualification; me, because I actually cared about the subject, and him, because he thought it'd be easy. Something about the coursework description made him think it was just running around a field, grading each other on how good we were at dodgeball and taking multiple-choice quizzes about the rules of soccer. Instead, he found himself trapped in a program that required anatomy classes, endurance tests and worst of all, communal showers with a bunch of sweaty, naked guys.

March was always a smartass, even then. He had this way of talking where every sentence sounded like he was setting up a punchline, even if there wasn't one coming. But underneath that, he was nervous. Twitchy. It started around the time we began the practicals, when we had to spend hours in the gym, watching each other's form, spotting for one another, or worse; getting undressed in the changing rooms with nowhere to hide. The first time I noticed something was wrong was after one of those sessions. The rest of us were joking around, towel-snapping, hyped up on adrenaline. March, though, was staring a little too long at things he wasn't supposed to be looking at. At first, I thought maybe he was just zoning out. But then his face would go red and he'd rip his eyes away like he was getting electrocuted.

The next thing I knew, he was drinking. A lot. At first, it was the usual college bullshit — cheap beer at house parties, sneaking flasks into lectures — but then it got worse. He started showing up to morning classes hungover or still half-drunk from the night before. He reeked of whiskey. He stopped eating much. And he threw himself into women like he was trying to prove something, showing off about every conquest like we were keeping score. He started reading Playboy mags in the cafeteria, insisting that he 'absolutely loved tits' and loudly announcing which female celebrity he'd fuck if given the chance.

"Guess how many times I fucked this chick last night." He'd say, elbowing me with a grin that never quite reached his eyes. I never answered. He didn't really want one.

There were nights he'd get so drunk that he'd start talking too much. "You ever wonder if—" He'd start and then catch himself. He'd look at me, wide-eyed, like he'd nearly stepped on a landmine, and then backtrack so fast it was almost impressive. "Nevermind, nevermind. Forget I said anything."

And then, just as suddenly, he'd be back to his usual routine. A different girl in his dorm-room every week. A loud, boisterous laugh at every joke. A too-casual, offhanded, "Man, women, huh? Love 'em. Can't get enough of 'em."

I should've called him out on it. Maybe I tried, once or twice, but he always had a way of twisting things, making a joke out of his own misery before anyone else could touch it. So I let him be. And he kept drowning himself in women and whiskey, hoping one of the two would finally fix him.

Years later, when we're both in our mid-thirties and life has kicked us around more times than I can count, March is still at it.

We both migrated to LA but we stayed in touch. He became a private investigator for some God-forsaken reason. He got a wife. Then a kid. Then a house-fire. Lost a wife. He spiralled. The drinking's worse. The bravado's more hollow. And, if anything, he's even more desperate to prove himself; to me, to the world, to some invisible jury that doesn't even fucking exist.

I don't buy it and, deep down, I know he doesn't either.

But he still tries. Probably a little too hard.

Which leads us up to now.

It's 4am on a Thursday morning when the phone on my nightstand rings. I blink the sleep from my eyes and roll over, looking at the clock-radio before picking the receiver off the cradle. I know who it is before I even hear his voice.

'Heyyyy... I'm fucked up, man. Really fucked up... Can you... Y'know, come get me? 'Cause I can't... Can't drive.'

Oh, God, not this again.

"March?" I sigh down the line, staring at the illuminated numbers on the Grandstand clock-radio on the bedside table. "It's fucking 4am."

'Shhh... I know. I know it's late. But I'm...not exactly thinkin' straight right now so... So can you pick me up or not? Please? For a friend?'

His speech is slurring and I can already imagine the drunken grin on his face. I sigh again and pinch the bridge of my nose.

"Jesus... Fine, where are you?"

'The usual bar... You know the one. Shit... You're an angel. Seriously...'

He mumbles something I don't quite catch before there's a crash. Probably fallen over.

'Think I might throw up...'

I wrinkle my nose and roll my eyes. For a guy who drinks as much as him, he sure as Hell can't hold his liquor.

"Just...get it all out of your system before you get in my car, yeah? I just had it detailed the other week." I sigh and I instinctively hold the receiver away from my ear as I hear him starting to gag and retch. I put the phone down just as my own stomach starts to turn.

With a push, I haul myself up to the edge of my bed and pull on a pair of pyjama pants and a vest. It'll only take a little while to drive downtown at this hour, with no traffic on the roads.

About fifteen minutes later, I pull up outside the usual dive-bar in my Ford Mustang, where a shivering figure — which I correctly presume is March — is bent over in the alley, a hand braced on the wall. Cursing under my breath, I get out to see what the damage is.

"March?" I call out and, as I approach, I notice how awful he looks. His hair ruffled and messy, his shirt untucked, his face pale and his eyes bloodshot. He looks like shit and smells even worse. I shake my head and slide my shoulder under his arm, shifting his weight onto me. "C'mon. Up we go." He leans heavily on my side, barely able to stand on his own.

"Mmph... 'Ppreciate it." He mutters, his words still slurred.

I help him into the passenger seat, his long legs splaying awkwardly in the footwell, and buckle him in before closing the door and settling myself in the drivers seat.

"I swear to God, if you throw up in my car, I will end you." I grumble, pulling a box of mints from the glove compartment. He takes half the box and shoves them all in his mouth at once, crunching loudly.

"God... You mad?" He peeks at me as I turn the key in the ignition and start off down the street.

"Kinda." I reply flatly as I speed off in the direction of my little home in the suburbs. I hear him swallow the mouthful of mints and he's really not subtle about how he's ogling me. Maybe I can't blame him. It's been ages since he's seen me dressed down like this and I have filled out since college... Won't lie, it makes me feel kind of proud. Still, I'd rather not be driving through downtown LA at 4:22 in the morning. "Is Holly staying with someone?"

"Mhm... At her friend's house. Sleepover." He answers as he shifts in his seat. He's not the best dad. Honestly, when Holly says she's 'at a friends for a sleepover', that could mean literally anything. March is usually too drunk or hungover to keep track of her.

And he's still looking and it's real fucking obvious. I don't bring it up, though. It's been a while since I've seen him this bad and I'd really not rather make it worse by bringing up the fact that he's staring directly at my cock.

"When we get to mine, I'm getting you a glass of water, some deodorant and some clothes because, Jesus, you smell like a brewery next to an open sewer." I murmur pointedly and he laughs — no, giggles — as I pull into the cul-de-sac.

"Yeah, yeah, I smell like shit." He struggles to unbuckle himself as I put the Mustang in park, head over to his side and help him out, letting him lean on me as we head into the house.

It smells good inside; clean and warm and so much better than the scent of stale alcohol and cigarette smoke that clings to his clothes. Not that he can tell, of course.

I lock the door and help him through to my room, setting him on the edge of the bed. I fetch him a tall glass of water from the bathroom and a can of deodorant, holding out the glass to him.

"Drink." He takes the glass with unsteady hands and chugs it down before setting it heavily on the nightstand, which probably looked a lot further away than it actually is with his warped vision. I help him with his rumpled jacket as he kicks off his shoes. He stretches out on the bed, sprawling across it drunkenly and kicking weakly at his socks, trying to get them off but failing miserably.

"Goddamnit..." I help him peel off his socks and then start working on his shirt, which is soaked with cold sweat and spilt alcohol. I've done this plenty of times to know what he needs but his body seems even more uncooperative today. I shudder to think how much he's drunk.

Eventually, I toss all his clothes in the laundry hamper, leaving him naked. I pat him down with a towel and practically douse him in deodorant.

"You're having a a shower as soon as you get up." I tell him but he doesn't reply, instead swallowing hard. He's staring at my dick again. Walking over to the dresser, I pull open a drawer and look over the clothes folded neatly inside. "What do you want? Boxers? T-shirt?"

"Yeah, t-shirt." He says, voice unusually soft. I feel his eyes on me from across the room, raking over me. It's kind of nice to be appreciated so openly. I just wish it was when he was fucking sober. "Boxers too." I pluck one of each from the drawer and close it before heading back over.

"Here." They must smell like me; like Dial soap and a hint of Polo cologne. He can't smell, you remember. Oh, well. The knowledge seems to placate him nonetheless as he pulls the shirt over is head.

"Thanks." He murmurs and I grunt in approval, getting him another glass of water and setting it on the nightstand as I prepare a spot for him in my bed. I usually stick him on the couch but he's so out of it tonight, I don't trust him not to choke on his own vomit by tomorrow morning. I'll just keep an eye on him.

He manages to slide the boxers on, struggling a bit with his hand-eye coordination. Climbing into bed, he downs the second glass of water and I cross the room, slide into my side of the bed, pull up the covers and flip off the light. I catch a glimpse of the clock-radio before I lay back. It's 5:04. Jesus, March...

In the dark, the bed shifts as he turns toward me. "Hey..." He slurs, his voice thick and sleepy. I feel the heat radiating from his body as he inches closer.

"Hey." I close my eyes, trying to ignore how his thigh presses against mine under the covers. I'm already on the edge of the bed so I don't move away, just let him sidle up beside me. But that only encourages him. He shuffles closer, his arm snaking around my waist and his face burying in the crook of my neck. His stubble scratches at my throat and his hot breath fans across my shoulder. I feel him press himself against my hip and, for God's sake, he's hard. In my boxers. The nerve of this guy.

I huff out a breath. "March. What are you doing?"

"Mmph... Just cuddlin'..." He mumbles against my neck. His hands start to wander, fingers splayed over my chest. I feel his cock, hard, against my hip as he grinds against me. It sends a familiar heat blooming in the pit of my stomach but I try and squash the feeling down.

"You're gonna regret this in the morning." I tell him.

"Mmm... Doubt it." He nuzzles into my neck again, a hand sliding down my chest, fingers curling against my belly almost possessively. He wriggles closer, trying to get more contact between his erection and my hip. "You're warm..." I sigh because he has to be at least a little inebriated to be doing this kind of shit and I can't take advantage of him like that, even if I do know what he seems to deny; that he's gay as all Hell.

"March, get off or I'll put you on the couch."

"Noooo..." He clings onto me needily. I've never seen him like this before; so open and so...pathetic. It makes my chest ache a little. I wrap my arm around his shoulders, rubbing his back soothingly, trying my very best to keep this totally platonic, despite his cock jammed against my pelvis.

"What's got you all worked up, huh?" My voice softens and he snuggles against me. And then he says the most out of pocket shit I've ever heard from March (and that's saying something).

"Your dick... It looks big..." He mumbles against my neck, his voice barely audible. My body goes taut as I process the words that just came out of his mouth. "Wanna see it..."

"... What?" He pulls back slightly and just looks at me, his glazed eyes meeting mine in the dim moonlight that filters through the curtains. A crooked grin spreads across his face.

"I said I wanna see your huge fucking dick." I take a deep breath and let it out slowly, moving my arm from around him and looking him dead in the eye.

"March, I'm not showing you my dick." And he pouts.

"Why not? You've seen mine... Wanna see yours too..." He whines.

"I've only seen yours when I've been changing you into clothes not soaked in beer. Besides, why would you want to see my dick? You're always bragging about how straight you are. Why would you wanna see it?" I state plainly and his cheeks flush bright red as he seems to sober.

"Shut up... I'm still straight, okay? I'm just... I'm curious, alright?" He mutters defensively, face flaming. "C'mon, I've seen you in a towel like a million times. Why not your dick?" I scrub a hand over my face.

"If I show you my dick, will you go to sleep?"

"Yeah... Yes, fuck. I'll go to sleep." He nods quickly, adjusting his position to give me a little more room. "Just show me." I not hesitantly and push down the covers before peeling down my pyjama pants just enough to pull out my limp dick. I wrap my hand around it. It's pretty big but I'm not one of these guys who brags about it, y'know?

"Satisfied?" I ask and his eyes widen as he stares. He swallows hard, his mouth hanging open slightly.

"Holy shit..." He breathes, gaze riveted to my cock. "Fuck... It's so big..."

"You done? Can we sleep now?" He doesn't seem to hear me, reaching out a shaky hand, fingers hovering just above my shaft.

"Can I... Can I touch it? Just for a sec? Please?"

"Why do you wanna touch it?"

"I wanna feel how big it is. I've never seen a dick this big before... Not that I go around looking at guys' dicks, y'know? I just..." He trails off. "Please? I'll go to sleep right after, promise." After a pause, I take my hand off my dick and he gives me a nervous look before he curls his fingers around the shaft. He pulls his palm down my cock experimentally, barely able to wrap his fingers all the way around it. "Fuck..." He breathes, voice deepening. "It's so thick..." His thumb runs over the prominent vein on the underside, sending a shiver through me.

"March..." It's clearly a warning. One he doesn't heed.

"So warm too..." He murmurs, his thumb slowly circling the head once he pulls down the foreskin, still working the shaft slowly. I feel my cock twitch in his grip, my jaw tightening.

"March..." It's more of a growl this time because, Jesus, if he keeps going, he's going to get me all the way hard. His cheeks flush deeper as he realises what he's doing, sobering more and more but in too deep now to stop, squeezing and stroking the shaft.

"You're getting hard..."

"No shit! You're jerking me off!" I manage to get the words out from between gritted teeth, a bead of precum welling at the slit. Without thinking, he leans down and licks it up, his tongue swirling around the crown and my fingers curl tight into the sheet, knuckles white. I slap my head back down against the pillow, internally punching myself because I really shouldn't have let it get this far. "Fuck... You were supposed to go to sleep." But that doesn't sway him.

His lips are pink and soft, stretched around the head of my cock, his hand still moving up and down the shaft. He's...oddly good at it. Especially for a guy who's as straight as Holland March apparently is.

I turn slightly and flick on the bedside lamp so I can get a better look at him. He's definitely sobered up some, eyes a little more in focus, face a little less pale. I prop myself up on my elbows, gently brushing his sweat-damp locks out of his eyes. "Jesus... Still wanna say you're straight?" My voice isn't mocking and he looks up with heavy-lidded eyes, still bobbing his head on the first inch of my cock, his bottom lip slick with a smear of pre as he pulls back slightly.

"Fuck off... I'm straight..." He mumbles before taking me back into his mouth, deeper this time. I smile and gently curl my fingers into his hair, guiding his mouth down to my sac.

"Yeah, sure..." I chuckle softly and he sucks one of my balls into his mouth, his hand still rubbing up and down the shaft of my dick. He gives me all the attention he can before dragging the flat of his tongue along the underside of my cock and I let out a long, low groan. "This is not your first time sucking dick, is it, March?" Technically, it's a question but it's a statement in spirit. He pulls back.

"Shut up." He hides his face against my thigh, almost like a kid trying to bury his face in a favourite blanket. "Just shut up and let me suck your dick, okay?"

"I don't mind, man. Just be fuckin' honest with me. Ohh, shit..." I groan as he rubs his hand along my shaft again.

"I've done it before, okay?!" He finally relents, his voice coming out in a frustrated whisper. "Does that make me fucking gay now?"

"I mean, it makes you kinda gay, yeah." I smile lazily, running my fingers through his hair to push it away from his face.

"Fuck you, I'm straight. I just...like sucking dicks sometimes, okay?" To distract himself, he brings his head back down, taking me deeper and deeper until he's gagging slightly.

"I don't mind... Ohh, fuuuuck..." I cup a hand around the back of his head, pushing my hips forward until his lips are wrapped around the very base of my cock. "Shit, I've had a crush on your since college... Y'know that?" I murmur and he pulls back immediately, choking a little.

"You're— You're gay?!" He asks between ragged breaths, his lips swollen and red.

"You're only noticing this now?" I counter and he stares at me incredulously for a second, seemingly having an epiphany.

"Well, fuck... You think you could've mentioned it sooner?!" He laughs breathlessly, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "God, I've been drooling over you for...years..." He admits and I gently pull him into my lap.

"Hey, you were always the one insisting you were straight." I chuckle softly.

"I am straight!" He says, his voice getting increasingly higher. "I-I mean, I like boobs and... And vaginas and... Women..." His eyes drop to my lips, watching them curve with amusement as I move closer.

"You can like both, man." I gently brush my lips against his and he stiffens for a moment before he melts into the kiss with a quiet whimper. His lips part slightly and I press my tongue inside, his mouth tasting more like mints and cock than cigarettes and yesterdays beer. I cradle the back of his head, kissing him deeper and sliding my hand under his shirt, feeling the warmth still radiating from his skin. He's not hard in the boxers but I chalk that up to the amount of alcohol he's ingested. I don't mind. Honestly, I'm just more relieved that he's being honest with himself.

He breaks away from the kiss to pull off the shirt he's wearing, wrapping his arms around my neck and pulling me back in for a clumsy kiss, your hands roaming up and down his sides.

"You can't tell anyone I kissed you." He pants against my lips. "Ever." I quirk a brow, my lips pulled up into a wry grin.

"But I can tell people you sucked my dick?"

"Yeah because at least that way I can pretend I'm not actually like gay-gay for you." He grumbles, pressing his forehead against mine. I don't even try to tell him how little that makes sense. I just let my hands fall down the small of his back, feeling the generous curve of his ass through the loose boxers, kneading the soft flesh there.

"You ever taken it up the ass before?" I ask brazenly and his hips buck forward.

"N-No... I mean... I've fingered myself a few times but... Never a dick." He bites his lip. "You...wanna fuck me?" He asks in reply and I shrug.

"Want me to try?" He looks away before turning back with a nod.

"Yeah... Try it. Might as well since apparently I'm fuckin' gay for your cock." He sighs and I grin and kiss his cheek.

"Yeah, you're a secret fag and I love you for it. Turn around." The pinkness in his cheeks spreads down his neck and across his chest as he turns around in my lap and gets on all fours, presenting his ass to me. And...yeah, he has a damn fine ass. He throws a challenging glare over his shoulder.

"Well? You gonna fuck me or what?" But before he can really get the words out, I brace my hands against his cheeks, spread them and slide my tongue over his rim. He almost jumps out of his skin at the sudden contact before he pushes back against my face, his back bowing as his fingers dig into the comforter. "Ohh, my God... You're...eating my ass..." And I really have to stop myself from laughing.

"Mmhmmm..." I pull back and spit a wad of saliva onto the puckered flesh before circling it with my tongue again, kissing and mouthing at his hole. And he's trembling, legs shaking as he pushes back against me, desperate for more.

"Please... Use your fingers too... Fuck, I need it..." He begs, his voice high and desperate. "Put your fingers in me..." I spit on his hole again before slicking up a finger with more saliva and circling it around his rim to encourage him to relax.

"How many you manage to fit when you do it?" I ask and he pants heavily against the sheets, splayed over my lap, his soft cock leaking uselessly between his thighs.

"U-Umm... Two, I think? Maybe three? Don't remember... I was too busy...jerking off and crying..."

"Okay... We'll unpack that later. Let's just...go with the fingering for now, yeah?" I gently slide a finger in and it's just so easy. Who would've thought that the most eligible bachelor in Nu Sigma Sigma would be so loose? ... Well, probably everyone save for March, himself.

"More... More..." He's pushing back against my finger now. "Can you fit two? Try two." He whines and I add another, slipping in just as easy. I start to scissor them slowly, working him open despite the fact that he doesn't seem to need it.

"Jesus, March, this is..."

"Don't... Don't you dare make fun of me..." He gasps, chest heaving as he tries to get more stimulation.

"Wasn't gonna make fun of you. I'm just...impressed." I manage to slide another digit in alongside the first two and there's a little resistance but it still seems easy enough. He sucks in a breath and a low moan escapes him as I scissor my fingers again, stretching him open.

"Holy fuck... That feels..." I probe around for a moment before my fingertips find his prostate and I curl my fingers right against it, the sensation taking him by surprise. "Aaah!!" He cries out, his soft cock spurting onto the sheets without any touch to it whatsoever. He pants heavily as he collapses onto his front, smearing the cum onto his belly. "Y-You... You made me... You made m-me..." He goes a shade of red I didn't even know was possible as I pull my fingers from inside him, watching him gape slightly once I pull out.

"You okay, man?" I ask and he buries his face in the sheets, groaning in mortification.

"I'm fuckin'...fine..." He mutters, voice muffled. "Just... Just gimme a minute, okay...?" I rub the small of his back and squeeze the back of his thighs because, yeah, it did sound like he just got run over.

"Sure, sure. Take your time."

After a few long minutes, his breathing levels out. He turns his head, his cheeks still flushed. He seems almost entirely sober now, though if it's from the water he drunk, the feeling of my fingers in his ass or the embarrassing fact that he just came prematurely, I may never know.

"You laughed, didn't you?" He accuses, sitting up slightly. I collapse onto my side to look at him with a slight smirk.

"Maybe a little." I reply but there isn't a hint of malice in my tone. He still glares at me but there's no real heat behind it.

"Shut up, asshole." He grumbles, rolling over to punch my arm lightly. "I'll get back at you for this." He threatens, trying to sound tough despite the pink tinting the tipe of his ears. "Just wait until next time—"

"There's gonna be a next time?" I tease, pulling him down and pressing a kiss to his temple.

"Yeah, well... Maybe. If you promise not to laugh next time when you make me cum like a virgin." I run my fingers through his hair and kiss his forehead as he nestles against my chest.

"Sure..." I leave a trail of open-mouthed kisses down his neck and across his collarbone. "Think you wanna try taking my dick next?" I ask and he freezes for a moment, swallows hard, his throat bobbing.

"I-I dunno..." He admits, voice soft. "It's gonna hurt, isn't it?"

"Shouldn't do, not with the stretching. And I'll use extra lube. Don't worry."

"But...what if it feels good? Like...really good?" He asks quietly. "What if I like it? What if I become one of those gay guys who want dick all the time?" He jokes nervously and I scoff before pressing a slow kiss to his lips.

"Then, I guess, I'll be seeing you a lot more often, right?" That seems to soothe him a little and his arms loop around my neck.

"You'd better hope I don't get addicted." He murmurs against my lips, his facial hair rasping against my skin. "Because then you'd have to keep supplying the goods."

I gently lay him back on the pillows, kneeling between his thighs, which are pale and surprisingly soft. I reach for the lube on the nightstand and squeeze a generous amount into my hand before spreading it along my cock. Letting out a sigh, I give myself a few pumps.

"Fuck..." Finally, I pull my hand away and wipe the excess lube between March's cheeks, gently prodding at his rim with the head of my cock. "Just relax, yeah?" He traps his bottom lip between his teeth but nods.

"Okay... Okay just... Go slow..." He whispers and I lean down so our faces are barely an inch apart.

"March, it's me we're talking about, here. You think I'm the type of guy to just shove in like that?" He relents and I slowly press inside him, the crown popping in easy enough. I bow my head into the crook of his shoulder, letting out a low groan. Gasping at the initial push, he digs his fingers into the comforter.

"Fuck... Oh, fuck..." I still for a moment but he's relaxing so quickly, adjusting to the size, his body accustomed to the stretch after my tongue and my fingers.

"That's it..." It's tight. Really fucking tight but, by the sounds of things, it's not uncomfortable. Actually, listening to the way he mewls, it's starting to feel...pretty damn good.

I tentatively sink in another inch before stopping again. His eyes roll, his mouth falling open, like he can feel every vein, every ridge of my cock pressing against his insides and it's driving him fucking crazy.

"More..."

The sun's starting to come up now but neither of us has noticed; too wrapped up in each other to give a shit about the weak light filtering through the blinds. I slowly sink in, inch by inch, until I'm completely filling him up, the head of my cock nestled perfectly against his prostate, rubbing up against it as I bottom out. It's taking every ounce of self-restraint I have to not just pin him down and fuck him hard.

"March... Holy fuck..." I huff against his neck and he inhales sharply, his back arching off the bed and his hands flying up to grip my shoulders, bitten-down nails digging in.

"Shit... Shit... Holy fucking shit..."

"You good?"

"Yeah... Fuck... I-I'm good..." He pants, trying to process the sensation of having my dick pressed right up against his sweet spot. "J-Just...gimme a second to... Fuck... Move..."

"You wanna be on top so you can control when you move and how much?" I ask and he nods.

"Yeah, I think that'd be better." He breathes, pressing a hand against your chest. "Roll over, big guy."

With my cock still buried inside him, I roll over onto my back with March straddling my lap.

"Better?" He wraps his arms around my shoulders and kisses me, soft and sweet.

"Much better." I squeeze his hips and press another kiss to his lips.

"C'mon, let's see you ride your first rodeo, huh?" I tease and he flushes anew.

"Shut up and let me do this." He takes a deep breath and then starts to slowly rock his hips, back and forth, back and forth. "Fuck..." I glance down to watch where my cock disappears inside him.

"Ohhh, Jesus..." He tosses his head back, finding a rhythm that makes my dick rub up against his prostate with almost every movement. He looks like he likes this. It looks like he likes this a whole lot. I run my hands down his chest and stomach as he rides me, my thumbs tracing the angles of his hipbones. "Shit, March... I think you might just be a fag like me." I say with a lazy grin and he laughs breathlessly.

"Shut up." He grins back, his hair ruffled. "You know what sucks?"

"What?"

"That I didn't figure this out sooner." He says softly, continuing his slow grind, his soft cock bobbing against his thigh as it leaks. "Could've been getting dick on the regular this whole time. Still, better late than never, huh?" I raise my hips to meet his, pulling him in to kiss him.

"Yeah, better late than never..." He keeps riding me, mouth against mine, sharing the same breaths, until we break away for air.

"Love you, man..." He whispers and I nod.

"Love you too, my guy." I reply and he lets his eyes drift shut as he really puts his back into it, bouncing in his lap like he owes me money.

"Fuck, I'm close..." He murmurs and I shake my head.

"Again? Already?" I tease and he gasps out a laugh, his hips bucking wildly, toes curling. "Shut up and kiss me, dumbass!" I tug him in by the scruff of the neck, my other hand holding his hip as I keep thrusting up into him shallowly, grinding against his prostate over and over. He whimpers into my open mouth, the overwhelm of the moment sending him spiralling. His body tenses as he cums again, his limp dick spilling white ropes between our bodies. And he's fucking trembling, pulsing inside, milking my dick.

I bury my face into the crook of his neck, growling, as I try to keep a lid on my own need to cum. "Gonna pull out. Where d'you want it?" I ask and he whines, chest heaving, voice high.

"On my chest." He answers softly. Or my stomach..." He spreads his legs wider. "Or you could cum on my face." He adds suddenly and I nod.

I shuffle the both of us to the edge of the bed then lower him to his knees, beside the bed, my cock slipping from inside him. I wrap a hand tight around my cock, aiming for his face. God, he's pretty...

"You sure about this?" I ask and he looks up, face flushed and sweaty.

"Positive." He says, parting his lips in invitation. I nod again, my free hand holding his head steady with a firm grip on his hair. I pump away at my dick, squeezing my eyes shut.

"Fuck... Okay... Here we go..."

I reach my breaking point, gasping as the first shot lands on his cheek. I give myself another pump and a rope lands across his lips. Another pump and there's a ribbon across the bridge of his nose. Over and over until his face is covered in a dozen thick, sticky lines of semen that drip down his face. I stroke his hair. "Shit, you look good like that." He sweeps his tongue across his lips, tasting a drop that slides down his lip. He swallows it down, feeling it coat his tongue and the back of his throat. I stroke his cheek with my thumb, gently working the cum into his skin and making it gleam with a slick, sloppy shine. He leans into the touch, eyes fluttering closed, dark lashes decorated with beads of white fanning out against his cheeks.

Eventually, I grab a napkin from the nightstand and wipe his face clean before pulling him up onto the bed, the both of us sprawled out and exhausted as morning light fills the room. He snuggles against my side, letting out a soft sigh as he presses his ear against my chest.

"We should do this more often." He mumbles, already half-asleep. "Like...every day more often." I pull the covers over us and wrap an arm loosely around his waist.

"Can we do it without you being wasted out of your mind next time?" I joke and he laughs sleepily.

"Yeah..."

"Okay, just get some rest now, yeah?" I say and he hums softly, throwing a leg over mine. He goes quiet.

He's not used to them but he seems to like these morning-after cuddles. He never seems to get this with the women he finds on the street. He's usually the one to kick them out or leave himself before they can deny him the pleasure. He tenses as he realises something, despite my fingers trailing along his spine soothingly.

"Can I ask you something?" He murmurs softly. He's not sure if he wants to know the answer. "It's kinda personal." He adds.

"Mm...?"

"When did you — y'know... — know you were gay?" He asks hesitantly, tracing patterns on my chest.

"Dunno... Probably when I was about...fourteen? Fifteen?" I answer honestly.

"And you never... You never even considered being with a chick?"

"I mean, I did but...it just didn't feel the same, y'know?" I answer, pressing a little kiss to the top of his head.

"Yeah..." He lets out a breath he didn't know he was holding in. "Would you... Would you mind if I said something stupid?" He passes a hand through his messy hair.

"Yeah?"

"I tried to convince myself I was straight..." He admits quietly. "Thought if I dated enough girls, watched enough porn, maybe I'd suddenly not like guys anymore."

"And...?" I ask and he laughs ruefully.

"It never worked. The more girls I slept with, the more I realised I was, like, faking it. Before, y'know, the wife...I only ever got really hard when I looked at gay mags, y'know?" He swallows hard and I really don't know what to say. Post-nut clarity, man. Shit hits hard.

"March, just... Fuck, just rest, man. We can have a deep, meaningful conversation later. Right now you just need some sleep." I wrap my arms tighter around him and he seems to relax a little. I hope he decides that maybe he should sit the internal gay crisis aside for now. He nuzzles into me with a nod. I just stroke his back, my eyes getting heavy. "Just rest, okay...?" He nods slowly, eyes drifting shut.

"Love you, man... Thanks for pickin' me up."

"No worries..."

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Fraink Cream for Men: A Natural Solution for Early Ejaculation and Renewed Confidence

Early ejaculation (also known as premature ejaculation) is one of the most widespread yet under-discussed sexual health concerns among men. Affecting millions globally, this condition can cause emotional distress, reduce self-esteem, and create tension in intimate relationships. Despite its commonality, societal taboos and stigma often prevent men from seeking proper solutions.

While the market is flooded with quick-fix products and temporary relief options, many of these contain harsh chemicals or come with side effects that do more harm than good. In contrast,   Fraink Cream for Men Online has emerged as a game-changing herbal remedy that provides a safe, effective, and long-term solution for men dealing with early ejaculation.

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Fraink Cream is a topical, herbal formulation developed to address early ejaculation naturally. Unlike synthetic performance enhancers or oral medication, Fraink Cream is applied directly to the skin, allowing its active ingredients to absorb effectively where they are most needed. This helps desensitize the area slightly—just enough to help prolong performance without causing numbness or discomfort.

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Cenforce D is a popular medication known for treating erectile dysfunction (ED) and premature ejaculation (PE), two common sexual health concerns among men. Despite its growing use and benefits, many myths and misconceptions surround this drug, causing confusion and hesitation. This article aims to debunk the most common misconceptions about Cenforce D and provide clear, factual information to help you understand how it works and how to use it safely.

What is Cenforce D?

Cenforce D is a combination medication that contains two active ingredients: Sildenafil and Dapoxetine. Sildenafil is the same ingredient found in Viagra and works by increasing blood flow to the penis to help achieve and maintain an erection. Dapoxetine, on the other hand, is used to treat premature ejaculation by increasing the time it takes to ejaculate and improving control over ejaculation.

Together, these two ingredients make Cenforce D an effective option for men who experience both erectile dysfunction and premature ejaculation. When used correctly, Cenforce D can improve sexual performance and satisfaction.

  Cenforce D is an Unsafe Medication

One of the biggest myths about Cenforce D is that it is unsafe or harmful to use. Like any medication, Cenforce D can have side effects, but when taken under the guidance of a healthcare professional and according to the prescribed dose, it is generally safe.

Common side effects include headaches, dizziness, flushing, and nasal congestion, which usually go away on their own. Serious side effects are rare but can occur in individuals with specific health conditions or those who take medications that interact negatively with Cenforce D. This is why it’s crucial to consult a doctor before starting the medication.

Fact: Cenforce D is safe for most men when used as directed.

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Another common misconception is that Sildenafil  causes permanent side effects or damage to the body. This is simply not true. Most side effects are temporary and subside once the medication wears off.

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Many expect Cenforce D to work like a magic pill that instantly fixes all problems. However, Cenforce D requires proper timing and sexual stimulation to be effective. The drug typically starts working within 30 to 60 minutes, and its effects can last up to 4-6 hours.

Individual responses vary depending on factors such as metabolism, overall health, and the severity of the condition. It’s important to have realistic expectations and understand that it might take a few tries to notice the full benefits.

Fact: Cenforce D takes time to work and requires sexual stimulation.

 Cenforce D Can Be Taken Without Medical Advice

Self-medicating with Cenforce D without professional advice is risky. Erectile dysfunction and premature ejaculation can sometimes be symptoms of underlying health issues such as diabetes, heart disease, or hormonal imbalances.

A doctor’s consultation ensures that Cenforce D is appropriate for you and that it won’t interact dangerously with other medications or conditions. Taking the wrong dose or combining it with contraindicated substances (like nitrates or certain blood pressure meds) can cause severe complications.

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Cenforce D is a treatment, not a cure. It helps manage symptoms of erectile dysfunction and premature ejaculation, but it does not eliminate the underlying causes. Lifestyle factors such as stress, anxiety, smoking, and poor diet can also impact sexual health and need to be addressed for long-term improvement.

Psychological counseling and lifestyle changes combined with medication can provide better results than relying solely on drugs.

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Using the medication responsibly, as prescribed, reduces the risk of psychological dependence.

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Avoid alcohol and heavy meals: These can reduce the effectiveness of the medication.

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Ayurvedic Capsules for Sexual Wellness: Reclaim Vitality Naturally

Sexual wellness is an integral part of overall health and well-being, yet it is often overlooked or treated with synthetic chemicals that may have unwanted side effects. Ayurveda, the 5,000-year-old holistic healing system of India, offers time-tested solutions in the form of Ayurvedic capsules that aim to naturally enhance libido, stamina, and reproductive health. This article explores how Ayurvedic formulations can support sexual wellness, the key ingredients involved, their benefits, and why choosing natural remedies may be a safer and more sustainable choice.

Understanding Sexual Wellness

Sexual wellness encompasses physical, emotional, mental, and social well-being in relation to sexuality. For both men and women, it means enjoying a fulfilling and safe sexual life. Issues like low libido, erectile dysfunction, premature ejaculation, fatigue, and hormonal imbalance can significantly impact sexual health. These concerns can stem from various factors, including stress, unhealthy lifestyle, aging, or chronic health conditions.

Modern medicine often provides quick-fix pharmaceutical solutions for these problems, but they can come with side effects such as dependency, hormonal disruption, or cardiovascular issues. This is where Ayurveda steps in—with a natural, holistic, and balanced approach.

Key Herbs Used in Ayurvedic Capsules for Sexual Wellness

1. Ashwagandha (Withania somnifera)

Often referred to as “Indian Ginseng,” Ashwagandha is a powerful adaptogen that improves stamina, reduces cortisol levels, boosts testosterone, and enhances libido in both men and women. It’s also known to combat stress-induced infertility.

2. Shilajit

Shilajit is a mineral-rich resin formed from plant matter in the Himalayas. It is packed with fulvic acid and minerals that revitalize energy, improve fertility, and increase testosterone levels. Shilajit also aids in nutrient absorption and cellular regeneration.

3. Safed Musli (Chlorophytum borivilianum)

An Ayurvedic aphrodisiac, Safed Musli enhances sexual performance, boosts sperm count, and addresses erectile dysfunction. It is commonly used to treat fatigue, improve strength, and increase endurance.

4. Gokshura (Tribulus terrestris)

Gokshura supports healthy testosterone levels, improves erectile strength, and enhances libido. It is also beneficial for the urinary tract and kidney function, which are closely linked to reproductive health.

5. Kaunch Beej (Mucuna pruriens)

Kaunch Beej is rich in L-Dopa, a precursor to dopamine. It supports neurotransmitter balance, which plays a critical role in desire, mood, and performance. It’s also used to increase sperm count and motility.

6. Vidarikanda (Pueraria tuberosa)

This herb rejuvenates reproductive tissues, improves sexual stamina, and enhances overall physical strength.

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1. Boosts Libido and Sexual Desire

Regular use of Ayurvedic capsules stimulates natural libido, especially in cases of low sex drive due to stress or hormonal imbalance.

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Adaptogenic herbs like Ashwagandha and Shilajit reduce fatigue and enhance physical endurance, contributing to better performance and satisfaction.

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Certain Ayurvedic formulations improve sperm quality, ovum health, and hormonal regulation, thereby enhancing reproductive potential in both men and women.

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Ayurvedic capsules help regulate the endocrine system, promoting balanced testosterone and estrogen levels for a healthy sex life.

6. No Harmful Side Effects

Unlike pharmaceutical drugs, Ayurvedic capsules are generally free from addictive properties, synthetic chemicals, and long-term side effects when used as directed.

Who Can Benefit From Ayurvedic Sexual Wellness Capsules?

Men facing premature ejaculation, erectile dysfunction, or low sperm count.

Women experiencing low libido, fatigue, or hormonal imbalance.

Couples planning for conception or experiencing infertility.

Middle-aged individuals looking to rejuvenate vitality and energy levels.

Anyone seeking a natural and holistic solution for improving sexual health.

How to Use Ayurvedic Capsules Safely

Always follow the dosage recommended by a qualified Ayurvedic practitioner or as per the product label.

Avoid taking capsules on an empty stomach unless otherwise directed.

Consistency is key—results may take a few weeks to become noticeable.

Combine with a balanced diet, exercise, and adequate sleep for maximum benefit.

Choosing the Right Ayurvedic Capsule

When selecting an Ayurvedic supplement for sexual wellness, consider the following:

Look for standardized extracts and transparent labeling.

Ensure the product is GMP-certified and free from harmful additives.

Choose capsules that combine multiple synergistic herbs for a holistic effect.

Read user reviews and consult an Ayurvedic practitioner for tailored recommendations.

Bottom Line

Ayurvedic capsules offer a safe, effective, and holistic approach to restoring sexual health and vitality. Unlike synthetic drugs, they nourish the body from within, regulate hormonal balance, and enhance both physical and emotional aspects of intimacy. With centuries of traditional wisdom backed by modern research, Ayurvedic remedies continue to be a trustworthy solution for those seeking natural sexual wellness.

Whether you’re looking to boost libido, improve fertility, or simply feel more energetic and confident, Ayurvedic capsules can be a game-changer in your wellness journey. When used responsibly and in combination with a healthy lifestyle, they can help you reclaim not just your sexual health, but your overall vitality.

For high-quality, Ayurvedic capsules made from pure herbs and manufactured in GMP-certified facilities, trust SarabHerbs®, a name synonymous with holistic wellness and herbal excellence.

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Common Reason of Erectile Dysfunction and How to Fix It

The reason of erectile dysfunction can be due to multiple health and lifestyle factors. Physical conditions like diabetes, high blood pressure, and heart disease can affect blood flow and cause this problem. Additionally, there are many things that can cause this issue. It’s important to know about the symptoms and take proper care. Knowing everything about this topic will help you manage this problem in an easy way. 

At RISAA IVF, Dr. Rita Bakshi and her team offer expert care for men facing ED. She has helped many couples overcome fertility challenges linked to this condition. In this blog, we will share complete information about erectile dysfunction. We will include its causes, symptoms, treatment options, and more.

What is Erectile Dysfunction?

Erectile Dysfunction (ED) is also known as Impotence. It is when a man cannot get or keep an erection firm enough for any sexual activity. This condition can cause stress and affect self-confidence. It may happen due to physical or psychological reasons. The reasons can include poor blood flow, nerve damage, stress, or hormonal issues.  

How common is Erectile Dysfunction? ED is common and becomes more frequent with age. Studies show that about 52% of men experience some form of ED. Complete ED increases from about 5% at age 40 to 15% at age 70.

Causes of Erectile Dysfunction

The reason of erectile dysfunction can be physical, psychological, or a combination of both. Some of the common causes include medical conditions, unhealthy lifestyle habits, and more. It’s important to understand these causes to find the right treatment. Let’s see what are the causes:

Physical Causes:

Heart Diseases & Poor Blood Flow: High blood pressure, cholesterol, and blocked arteries reduce blood supply to the penis.  

Diabetes: High blood sugar damages nerves and blood vessels which can lead to ED.  

Obesity: Excess weight lowers testosterone and increases the risk of ED.  

Hormonal Imbalance: Low testosterone, thyroid disorders, or high prolactin levels can cause erectile problems.

Nerve Disorders: Parkinson’s disease, multiple sclerosis, and spinal injuries affect nerve signals.

Certain Medications: Drugs for blood pressure, depression, and prostate conditions can also cause ED.

Smoking & Alcohol: These also harm blood vessels and reduce blood circulation.

Psychological Causes:

Stress & Anxiety: Mental pressure can prevent arousal and cause ED.

Depression: Low mood and lack of interest in sex can affect the performance.

Performance Anxiety: Fear of failure creates a cycle of ongoing ED problems.

Relationship Issues: Emotional conflicts and lack of connection with a partner contribute to ED.

Note: Identifying the exact reason of erectile dysfunction is important to choose the right treatment. Taking medical advice can help in managing this condition in a better way.

Symptoms of Erectile Dysfunction

The reason of erectile dysfunction can be physical, psychological, or both. Its symptoms can be different from person to person. ED is not just about the inability to get an erection. But, it can also involve other signs that affect sexual health. Recognizing these symptoms early can help in finding the right treatment. Let’s see what are the signs:

Erectile Dysfunction Symptoms:

Difficulty in Getting an Erection: Facing issues in achieving an erection even when aroused.

Difficulty in Maintaining an Erection: Losing an erection before or during intercourse.

Reduced Sexual Desire: A noticeable decrease in interest in doing any sexual activity.

Soft Erections: Erections that are not firm enough for penetration.

Ejaculation Issues: Premature, delayed, or absent ejaculation can be linked to ED.

Stress and Anxiety Related to Performance: If you’re stressed about erections then it can worsen the issue.

Important Note: If these symptoms occur frequently then it’s better to consult a doctor. It’s important to diagnose the cause and find the best treatment. You can also come to RISAA IVF, the best fertility clinic in Delhi.

Erectile Dysfunction Test

The reason of erectile dysfunction can be due to various health conditions, so doctors use different tests to find the exact cause. These tests help determine whether ED is caused by physical, hormonal, or psychological factors. Let’s see what are the tests:

Tests for Erectile Dysfunction:

Physical Exam: The doctor checks the penis, testicles, and nerves to identify any physical issues.

Blood Tests: It helps to detect diabetes, heart disease, low testosterone, and other health problems.

Urine Test: It identifies diabetes or other health conditions that may cause ED.

Ultrasound (Penile Doppler Test): This test helps to check blood flow to the penis through the help of sound waves.  

Nocturnal Penile Tumescence (NPT) Test: It helps to measure erections during sleep to determine if the cause is physical or psychological.

Psychological Exam: It evaluates stress, anxiety, or depression that may contribute to ED.

Note: If you have ED symptoms, it’s important to get tested. These can help find the right treatment. You can come to RISAA IVF, the best infertility treatment centre in Delhi.

Treatment For Weak Erection

The reason of erectile dysfunction can sometimes be serious. Doctors suggest surgical treatment when other options do not work. Surgery is usually recommended for men with serious blood flow problems or structural issues in the penis. Let’s see what are the options available:

Surgical Treatments for Erectile Dysfunction: 

Penile Implants: A device is surgically placed inside the penis to help achieve an erection. There are two types:

Inflatable Implants: There’s fluid-filled cylinders controlled by a pump placed in the scrotum. It allows for natural-looking erections.

Malleable (Semi-Rigid) Implants: There are flexible rods that are used to keep the penis firm but bendable.

Vascular Surgery: If ED is caused by blocked arteries, this surgery restores blood flow to the penis. It is mostly recommended for younger men with specific blood vessel issues.

Surgical treatments are usually considered when medications and other therapies do not work. Consulting a doctor can help decide if surgery is the right option.

Permanent Cure For Erectile Dysfunction

A permanent cure depends on identifying and treating the root cause. There are some cases of ED that can be fully cured. Let’s see what are the options to permanently cure ED:

Lifestyle Changes: Regular exercise, a healthy diet, quitting smoking, limiting alcohol, and managing stress can naturally improve erections over time.

Hormone Therapy: If low testosterone is the cause, hormone replacement therapy can restore normal function.

Shockwave Therapy: This is a non-invasive treatment that helps improve blood flow and repair damaged blood vessels. This also leads to long-term improvement.

Psychological Therapy: If ED is due to stress, anxiety, or depression, therapy can help achieve long-term improvement.

Simple Trick To Cure ED

Erectile dysfunction can be linked to poor blood flow, stress, or unhealthy habits. A simple trick to cure ED naturally is to exercise regularly.

How Exercise Helps?

Do physical activities, especially aerobic exercises like walking, jogging, and cycling. They help to improve blood circulation, strengthen the heart, and increase testosterone levels. Better blood flow leads to stronger erections. Exercise also reduces stress and anxiety, which are common causes of ED. Just 30 minutes of daily exercise can make a big difference.

Drugs That Cause Erectile Dysfunction

The reason of erectile dysfunction can sometimes be linked to certain medications. Some drugs affect blood flow, hormones, or nerve signals, leading to ED as a side effect. If you suspect your medication is causing ED, consult a doctor before making any changes. The most likely drugs to cause erectile dysfunction are:

Blood Pressure Medications: Beta-blockers (e.g., Metoprolol) and diuretics (e.g., Hydrochlorothiazide) can reduce blood flow to the penis.

Antidepressants & Anxiety Medications: SSRIs (e.g., Fluoxetine, Sertraline) can lower sexual desire and can cause ED.

Hormonal Drugs: Medications for prostate cancer or steroids that lower testosterone may lead to ED.

Painkillers & Opioids: Long-term use of drugs like oxycodone or morphine can reduce testosterone and affect erections.

Antihistamines: Allergy medications like Diphenhydramine may interfere with nerve signals related to arousal.

Anti-seizure Medications: Some epilepsy drugs may impact sexual function.

Is Erectile Dysfunction Curable?

The reason of erectile dysfunction can be physical, psychological, or both. However, the good news is that it is often treatable. The right treatment depends on the cause, and many men see significant improvement with proper care.  

Can Erectile Dysfunction Be Cured? 

Yes, in many cases, ED can be cured or effectively managed. If it is caused by lifestyle factors like smoking, obesity, or stress, making healthy changes can restore normal function. If it is due to medical conditions like diabetes or heart disease, treating the underlying issue can help. Medications, therapy, lifestyle changes, and medical treatments like vacuum devices or surgery can also improve ED. Consulting a doctor is the best way to find the right solution.

Closing Time

The reason of erectile dysfunction can be due to physical, psychological, or lifestyle factors. We have discussed various causes, symptoms, treatments, and more. We also covered different tests and surgical options that can help cure or manage ED effectively.  

At RISAA IVF, we understand that ED can impact not just physical health but also emotional well-being. Dr. Rita Bakshi provides expert guidance and personalized treatment options for men facing ED. If you or your loved one is struggling with this condition, don’t hesitate to reach out. Contact us by calling or mailing us for professional support and treatment

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Confused About Premature Ejaculation? Here’s the Fix

Premature ejaculation (PE) is more common than you think, yet it’s one of the least talked-about issues men face. If you’re dealing with it, you might feel confused, frustrated, or even embarrassed. You’re not alone. Many men silently struggle with the same problem, not knowing where to turn for help. But here’s the thing—understanding what’s happening and why is the first step toward finding a real solution.

PE isn’t just about losing control; it’s about how it affects your confidence, relationships, and overall well-being. It can leave you feeling inadequate, stressed, and distant from your partner. But the good news is, it’s not a life sentence. With the right knowledge and approach, you can regain control and confidence. Let’s clear up the confusion and find real solutions that work.

What Exactly is Premature Ejaculation?

Premature ejaculation is when you reach climax sooner than you or your partner would like. It’s not just about timing—it’s about feeling out of control and not being able to enjoy the moment fully. It can happen occasionally or become a recurring issue, affecting your confidence and satisfaction.

There are two main types of PE:

Lifelong PE: This is when the issue has been present since your first sexual experience. It’s often linked to genetic or biological factors.

Acquired PE: This develops later in life due to stress, anxiety, or health-related issues.

Understanding which type you’re dealing with can help you find the most effective solution. It’s about recognizing the problem without feeling ashamed or defeated.

Why Does It Happen?

PE isn’t just about a lack of control. It’s usually caused by a mix of psychological, emotional, and physical factors. Here are some of the most common reasons:

Performance Anxiety: Worrying about satisfying your partner can create pressure and lead to premature climax.

Stress and Fatigue: High stress levels and mental fatigue can disrupt your focus and timing.

Hormonal Imbalance: Low testosterone levels can affect stamina and control.

Nervous System Sensitivity: Some men are more sensitive, leading to quicker responses.

Lifestyle Habits: Poor diet, lack of exercise, and habits like smoking or drinking can weaken performance.

Understanding the cause helps you find the right approach instead of feeling confused or helpless. It’s about targeting the root of the issue and regaining control.

The Emotional Impact is Real

Dealing with PE isn’t just a physical issue—it’s deeply emotional. It can leave you feeling embarrassed, anxious, and even ashamed. These feelings can lead to:

Low Self-Esteem: Feeling like you’re not enough or that you’re disappointing your partner.

Relationship Strain: Avoiding intimacy due to fear of embarrassment, leading to emotional distance.

Performance Pressure: The more you worry, the worse it gets, creating a vicious cycle.

Breaking this emotional cycle is crucial. It starts with accepting that PE is a common issue that doesn’t define your worth. You’re not alone, and there’s no shame in seeking solutions.

Natural Solutions That Actually Work

You don’t need to rely on chemical pills or risky methods to overcome PE. Natural solutions, especially Ayurvedic formulas like herbal vitality boosters, are effective and safe alternatives. These solutions work by balancing your body’s natural systems without harmful side effects.

Here are some powerful Ayurvedic herbs known for boosting stamina and control:

Ashwagandha: Reduces anxiety and stress, promoting better control.

Shilajit: Enhances stamina and overall vitality.

Safed Musli: Improves energy levels and sexual performance.

Kaunch Beej: Boosts testosterone and strengthens endurance.

These natural ingredients help you regain control by addressing the root causes of PE, not just masking the symptoms. They’re safe, effective, and have been trusted for centuries in traditional Ayurvedic practices.

Why Choose Ayurvedic Solutions?

Unlike chemical-based products that offer temporary relief, herbal solutions provide long-term benefits without harmful side effects. Here’s why they’re a better choice:

No Side Effects: Made from natural herbs, they’re safe and gentle on your body.

Holistic Healing: They enhance overall vitality, stamina, and mental clarity.

Targeting Root Causes: Ayurvedic solutions improve blood circulation, balance hormones, and reduce anxiety, providing a genuine and lasting solution.

Choosing an Ayurvedic approach is about healing from within, giving you long-term confidence and control.

Mental Techniques to Regain Control

PE is as much about mental control as it is about physical endurance. By training your mind to stay calm and focused, you can improve timing naturally. Here are some effective techniques:

Breathing Exercises: Deep breathing helps relax your body and reduce anxiety.

Mindfulness and Meditation: These practices improve focus and control by calming your mind.

Positive Thinking: Replace negative thoughts with affirmations to boost confidence.

These mental techniques help break the cycle of anxiety and build resilience, giving you more control over your timing.

Open Communication is Key

Talking openly with your partner about PE can reduce anxiety and build trust. It helps in removing misunderstandings and emotional distance. Here’s how to approach it:

Be Honest and Vulnerable: Share your feelings without fear of judgment.

Involve Your Partner in Solutions: Work together on relaxation techniques and exercises.

Focus on Emotional Intimacy: Building emotional closeness reduces performance pressure.

Open communication makes the journey easier and strengthens your relationship, creating a supportive and understanding environment.

Conclusion

Feeling confused about PE can make you feel isolated and powerless, but it doesn’t have to be that way. By understanding the real causes and choosing natural Ayurvedic solutions, you can regain control and confidence.

Imagine enjoying intimacy without fear, anxiety, or shame. Picture feeling confident and in control, knowing you’ve conquered the problem for good. You deserve that happiness and satisfaction.

Don’t let confusion and frustration hold you back any longer. It’s time to break free from anxiety, face the issue head-on, and overcome it naturally. Real solutions are available, and they’re within your reach. Choose confidence, choose happiness, and take control today.

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How To Stop Premature Ejaculation For Good - 2 Most Frequently Asked Questions By Men

Are you embarrassed by premature ejaculation? You really wish you could last longer in bed and be able to give your partner a smoldering hot sex, don’t you? You want to sexually satisfy your partner but the one thing this website that drives you crazy is that you just end up finishing too soon. There is no doubt that you want to permanently fix this pressing problem. Not only will eradicating this problem help you last longer in bed, it will as well help to boost your confidence.

How to stop premature ejaculation for good? Any man asking that question is obviously struggling with premature ejaculation. If that man is you, it's understandable why you'd be feeling less of a man and humiliated. Premature ejaculation is a very embarrassing problem experienced by 40 percent of men, and could ruin your sex life if you don’t take action right away to eradicate it. Let’s face it; no matter how much your partner loves you, she is definitely going to be thinking of leaving you if she isn’t sexually fulfilled. If you are clueless about how to overcome early ejaculation, don’t fret because this article explores 2 frequently asked question about this pressing problem.

When should a man be considered a "premature ejaculator"?

A man could be referred to as a premature ejaculator if he always reaches an orgasm within one minute of penetrative sex. Worst still, a good number of men climax immediately they begin penetration, usually at some point in the first few strokes. In a situation whereby ejaculation occurs after several minutes, it is not considered as premature ejaculation. Rather it can be referred to as an unexpected incident.

Normally, a man is supposed to last until his wife or girlfriend reaches a climax. This normally takes 10 to 15 minutes for an average woman. The fact that women takes a longer time to come to an orgasm makes a lot of women unfulfilled during intercourse - their men just don’t have enough staying power.

So how can a man stop premature ejaculation for good?

There are several ways to beat premature ejaculation. Some men prefer to depend on creams, sprays and gels to boost their sexual stamina. Although these are great desensitizing products, it’s not advisable you use them because they simply make your genitals have no sensation with the aim of controlling your arousal. This will result in a situation whereby neither you nor your partner will enjoy sex.

A great way to stop premature ejaculation is to focus on pleasuring your partner first. Do everything possible to make her reach an orgasm quickly. Despite the fact that it takes 10 to 15 minutes for majority of women to reach an orgasm, that time can be greatly reduced to just a couple of minutes, simply by giving her sufficient foreplay and oral sex to arouse her before the actual penetration.

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Why Do I Have Premature Ejaculation? 3 Reasons Why You Are Unable to Satisfy Your Woman in Bed!

“How do I stop premature ejaculation?” That is a question common among men who want to improve their sexual stamina. It's, sadly, something that many men feel less of a man about. Premature ejaculation isn’t a problem you have to live with for a lifetime, it can actually be stopped. For men experiencing premature ejaculation they need to use pills, portions and sprays to cure the problem, right? Before you start using these medications, you must be aware that they are find out more here only temporary quick fixes that don’t provide permanent solution.

The Most Common Reasons for Being Unable To Last Long Enough in Bed

Reason #1 - Lifestyle Issues

A healthy lifestyle is very important when it come to premature ejaculation. In fact, just having the right way of life can help to dramatically boost your staying power in bed. Some men who suffer from early ejaculation are as a result poor standard of living.

If you diet contains too much saturated fat, it could impede circulation and thereby resulting in low stores of energy. All available fact proves that it could lead to inability to last long when making love.

Remedy: Ensure you practice consistent exercise to help you boost your sexual stamina.

Reason #2 - Your Frame Of Mind

Men have always had the wrong mindset about sex. They see sex as a means of pleasure rather than of reproduction. Therefore, if you are experiencing premature ejaculation, it may just be the way your mind has been programmed for years. You may need to rewrite the program of your mind and replace it with new information.

Remedy: You don’t have to be weighed down by your inability last longer in bed. All you need to do is to learn the strategies to be in command of your sexual arousal. You are not going to learn this overnight; it may 5 minutes every day for about 2 to 4 weeks.

Reason #3 - An Overly Excitable Body

Are you still asking “why do I have premature ejaculation?” Without doubt, you won’t be able to last long during lovemaking if you become overly excited. That simply means that, if your penis is overly sensitive or if you have quick arousal the moment you are stimulated, there is every tendency that it will result to early ejaculation.

Remedy: The staying power of most men in bed improves as they grow older. Your youth may be one of the reasons you get too excited. If this is true of you, your lasting power is going to get better with age. However, there is advantage for an ejaculatory system that is overly responsive, because you won’t suffer from common sexual problems like erectile dysfunction that most aged men experience.

This is a fact – about 40% of men experience premature ejaculation. However, you don’t have to worry, because you can permanently put an end to this problem with a little effort. Therefore, before you decide on the best treatment for your premature ejaculation problem, it’s imperative that you first find out the root causes of your problem.

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Stopping Premature Ejaculation - Are You Making These Silly Mistakes During Lovemaking?

Not lasting long enough during sex? If you’ve been experiencing premature ejaculation problem for some time now, this is certainly an embarrassing and frustrating condition to you. Men who are unable to last long during sex are consistently seeking for solution to this problem. It may seem confusing, especially if you have tried several strategies to stop premature ejaculation problem that didn’t work. There is no visit site here doubt that you have a lot of questions going through your mind about how to improve your sexual stamina. Keep reading to get answers to those questions bordering you.

Stopping premature ejaculation is of major concern to many men. Unfortunately, today, there are various strategies that claim to halt early ejaculation, but majority of them don’t deliver what it promises. Perhaps most of these techniques has given you hope, hasn’t it? Now that you have tried most of these techniques that didn’t work, you have probably jumped to the conclusion that your premature ejaculation problem will stay with you for a lifetime. You need to slow down, as there are many mistakes that men make that does more harm than good to their sexual stamina. In this article, we will be talking about 3 common mistake and possible ways to prevent them from occurring.

Mistake #1 - Seeking quick fixes

Don’t be deceived, there is no such thing as a quick fix to any self-improvement endeavor that results in a permanent solution. Weight loss, muscle building, for example, requires time, practice and consistency. The same thing applies to stopping premature ejaculation. Time and consistency is required.

Certainly, there are a number of pills, sprays and creams available in the market that claims to help you fix early ejaculation. These product do work, but the fact is that they are only a “temporary fix” and therefore don’t provide a permanent cure to this problem. This is because it doesn’t address the underlying cause of the problem. If you really want to permanently stop early ejaculation problem, you require natural strategies that provides training to help you last longer during sex.

Mistake #2 - Distracting yourself during lovemaking

Some men are fond of distracting themselves when having sex. They shift their focus away from sex and would rather think of other things like football statistics, their hectic day at work, a particular movie… you understand. However, doing this does not make sex enjoyable. In order to enjoy sex to its fullest, you need to sensually appreciate the whole body rather than distracting yourself.

Mistake #3 - Hoping that premature ejaculation will go away with age

This is the worst mistake any man can make. A number of men fold their hand and take no action, believing that this condition will stop as they grow older. The fact is that, stopping premature ejaculation requires you to address the underlying causes of the problem. For example, there are guys who experience early ejaculation because of weak pelvic muscles. The problem will still persist if these muscles aren’t strengthened by performing particular exercises.

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Well Known Sexologist Doctor in Patna, Bihar at Dubey Clinic | Dr. Sunil Dubey

What to do if I have quick discharge…

More than fifty sexual patients come to Dubey Clinic every day for their better sexual health. Of all these, more than 15 sexual patients are suffering from premature ejaculation. They always ask our best sexologist in Patna, Dr. Sunil Dubey, how to avoid this sexual problem of premature ejaculation. They took many types of medicines for this sexual disease but they could not get complete relief from this problem.

Our impartial senior sexologist says, first of all sexual patients have to understand about why this problem occurs in the life of the sexual patient. After that, sexual patients have to be wise in choosing their sexual health care unit or sexologist doctors.

If you are a sexual patient and want to cure your sexual problem from the root then only and only Ayurveda Medicare is the best solution and treatment area for you. No other medicine can completely improve the life of a sexual patient. This is the eternal truths that after the age of 35 people come to know the power and effect of Ayurvedic medicine.

Cause of Premature Ejaculation:

Dr. Sunil Dubey, best sexologist doctor in Bihar says that if you are a sexual patient and facing the early ejaculation then you should surely know about the reason of this problem.  Actually, there are many reasons for premature ejaculation which always trouble the sexual patient. Like having sexual activity under stress, in a state of guilt, lack of emotion in couple relationship, more concern about sexual performance, suffering from erectile dysfunction, etc.

Treatment for Premature Ejaculation:

First of all, the sexual patients should understand that premature ejaculation is a sexual cum psychological disorder. It can be prevented under the medication and treatment of Ayurveda and Home Remedy. Ayurveda Medicare is one of the best solutions to stop this psychological sexual disorder because it heals the problem through natural ways and means. Any patient can use this natural medicine to fix his problem because it does have any side-effects on body.

Dubey Clinic is India’s most reliable Ayurveda and Sexology medical science clinic that has been serving this sexual medication and treatment privileges since 1960. At present time, Dr. Sunil Dubey is the director and senior sexologist doctor who treats all the species of sexual patients.

He is the most successful Ayurvedic medicine researcher and expert doctor in this sexual medicine and healing profession. He has cured more than three lakh fifty thousand sexual patients, where the number of sexual patients benefited is very good.

Any sexual patient can take an appointment and consult him at Dubey Clinic. The appointment is available over phone from 08:00 AM to 20:00 PM every day. If you are living in Patna or Bihar then just make an appointment and visit the clinic soon. If you are residing out of Bihar then take on-call consultation and treatment. Dubey Clinic provides all over India medication privileges.

With best wishes:

Dubey Clinic

A Certified Clinic of India

Helpline No: +91 98350 92586; +91 93340 58336

Venue: Subash Market, Dariyapur Gola, Langar Toli, Chauraha, Patna, Bihar 800004

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Fraink Cream for Men: A Natural Solution for Early Ejaculation

Fraink Cream for Men: A Natural Solution for Early Ejaculation

Introduction

Early ejaculation is one of the most prevalent yet under-discussed concerns among men worldwide. Despite its frequency, the topic remains largely taboo,  Fraink Cream for Men Online  leading many to suffer in silence. The fear of judgment, societal stigma, and embarrassment often prevent men from seeking help. However, the effects of early ejaculation go beyond the bedroom—leading to emotional distress, reduced self-esteem, and strained relationships.

While the market is flooded with quick-fix solutions and over-the-counter products, many of them provide only temporary relief or come with undesirable side effects. In this landscape, Fraink Cream for Men Online stands out as a revolutionary herbal remedy designed to offer safe, long-lasting, and side-effect-free results.

Understanding Early Ejaculation

Early ejaculation is a condition where a man ejaculates sooner during sexual activity than he or his partner would like. It can be caused by several factors, including:

Performance anxiety

Stress or depression

Hormonal imbalances

Hypersensitivity

Relationship problems

While occasional instances are normal, persistent issues may require intervention.

What is Fraink Cream for Men?

Fraink Cream for Men is a specially formulated herbal topical solution that addresses early ejaculation naturally. Developed using a blend of time-tested herbal ingredients, Fraink Cream works by helping men enhance control, reduce sensitivity, and improve overall performance—without relying on synthetic chemicals or pharmaceutical drugs.

It is designed for external application and absorbed through the skin to target the issue directly at the source, offering an effective, fast-acting solution.

How Fraink Cream Works

The effectiveness of Fraink Cream lies in its natural formulation and targeted delivery system. Here’s how it helps:

Desensitizes Without Numbing: Unlike many delay sprays or creams that cause excessive numbness, Fraink Cream gently reduces penile sensitivity to help prolong performance—without compromising pleasure.

Improves Blood Flow: Some herbal ingredients in the cream are known to enhance circulation, which can improve stamina and sexual endurance.

Promotes Relaxation and Confidence: By minimizing premature ejaculation, the cream helps users feel more in control, reducing anxiety and boosting self-confidence.

Supports Overall Sexual Wellness: Regular use can contribute to healthier sexual functioning, fostering improved satisfaction for both partners.

Key Benefits of Fraink Cream for Men

Herbal & Natural Ingredients Made with traditional herbs known for their aphrodisiac and stamina-enhancing properties.

No Prescription Needed Fraink Cream can be purchased online discreetly and easily.

Non-Invasive & Easy to Use A simple topical application makes it user-friendly and mess-free.

Safe for Regular Use Free from harsh chemicals or harmful substances, making it suitable for routine use.

Minimal to No Side Effects Thanks to its herbal composition, the cream is well-tolerated by most skin types.

Why Choose Fraink Cream Over Other Products?

Unlike many conventional solutions that promise instant results but compromise long-term health, Fraink Cream offers a balanced approach. It not only addresses the physical aspect of early ejaculation but also supports psychological well-being by restoring a man’s confidence and control.

Moreover, being available online ensures privacy and convenience—no awkward doctor visits or uncomfortable conversations required.

How to Use

Take a small amount of the cream.

Gently apply to the intimate area as per the recommended instructions.

Allow the cream to absorb fully before engaging in activity.

For best results, follow the usage directions provided with the product and maintain consistency.

Conclusion

Early ejaculation can have a significant impact on a man's personal life, but it doesn't have to be a lifelong issue. With Fraink Cream for Men, there is now a safe, natural, and effective option that helps men take control of their intimate lives—without side effects or shame.

If you're looking to improve your performance, regain confidence, and enjoy a fulfilling relationship, Fraink Cream for Men Online could be the solution you've been searching for.

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The Bear and The Baker: Chapter Four - CHILL (NSFW)

Chapter One / Chapter Two / Chapter Three / Chapter Four / Chapter Five

Summary: She’s relatable and willing to help him figure out how to stop spiraling down a dark hole of anxiety, but she’s pretty and sweet and knows what to say and do… and Carmy just can’t help himself.

Tags: friends to lovers, UST, RST, pining, wet dreams, masturbation, lots of food talk, reader used to be a pastry chef, mental health, panic attacks, anxiety, meditation, oral sex, cunnilingus, premature ejaculation, handjob, desk sex, first times, virginity, mild dom/sub undertones, kitchen sex, love confessions, blowjobs

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TW: panic attacks

He's chopping peppers when his attention shifts again, and this time, when his skin opens under the edge, it's not the knife being dull that's the problem. Carmy's head is fucked, and it shows. It's been two weeks to the day, and one hand is covered in a nitrile glove for all the damn bandages around his knuckles… and now he's cut down to the nail bed, shredded black elastic with red flowing off the end.

Motherfucker! 

Blood squirts out the wound before the sting hits him, but he's already in a fuckin' frenzy. No one's dared speak to him unless necessary since two-thirty. He stops, the knife still in his fist… the offending pepper having rolled between the stove burner and cutting block with a dent in its red skin. The cut's deep—the one on his hand—but it's nothing some super glue won't fix, yet he just stares at it, pooling crimson with streaky halos against the wet plastic cutting board. 

The pain throbs, becoming just another place where his pulse is pounding unhappily. Every thick, sad plunk settles between his throat and sternum. It's maddening, this silence and pain and themother fucking heartache.

'Behind!' 

Carmy hears it like he's underwater. 

'I need three chickens and four beefs; two with peppers, two without!'

The rest of the kitchen chaos drops octave after octave as he pushes his thumb into the tip of his bleeding finger, sucking down a groan. Pain shoots through his finger and forearm; it makes his forearm jerk, reminding him of how those same muscles had flexed when he had her spread open on his kitchen counter—had her quivering thigh in this hand—when he had his mouth on her… and now it's all fucked. 

Carmy watches and remembers…

She's got sauce on her cheek, and he’s feeling too light everywhere to think about it, so he leans in and kisses it, licks it off her. The giggle that puffs against his face only further unloads the heavy weights dragging him down, like cutting the ropes off an air balloon. Her fingers slide into the collar of his shirt, up his neck, and into the curls against his nape. She turns his mouth to hers for a deep kiss that takes Carmy's breath away.

When it comes back—all his air—he pecks her lips again, then her chin and throat, tasting her neck, and whispers, "I love you."

He's still smiling against her skin when he realizes she's gone stiff in his arms… that cold needle bursting his fucking balloon with a heavy dose of 'what the fuck did I just say?'

And then she's standing and thanking him for the meal with a stutter worse than his, trying to gather her things as fast as humanly possible while he's trailing behind her like some kicked puppy knowing it fucked up, wanting more than anything to fix it.

Why'd he have to open his stupid fucking mouth? 

The first girl that touches his dick, and he's lovesick… spilling his guts with basil and blueberry and pussy on his tongue, talking with all this misplaced confidence that ended in the most awkward, unpleasant end to one of the best nights of his life. 

How'd he fuck up so bad?

"Chef?"

Carmy blinks and looks up from the pool of blood, glancing at Marcus with several butter bricks cradled against his chest. "Yo, Chef. You know you’re bleeding, right?”

"Yeah.Yeah . I know," Carmy mutters beneath his breath, snapping a rag out of his apron to wrap it around his weeping finger. "Can-can you,uh , get Gary to clean this up for me?" He gestures to the cutting board, already backing away from the mess, feeling sick with muddled emotions.

"Course, yeah. Sure thing, Chef," Marcus says, worried.

Carmy nods, sniffing up the pain that's coming back and his own embarrassment, walking off the line like a beaten dog into the alley instead of the emergency sink to wash the cut clean. The burn from Marcus' confusion and concern still tickles the back of his head, but Carmy needs a moment alone. Good thing they all pick up on that cause after a few minutes of clotted, outside air, he's still by himself, clutching his sliced finger until he can't feel it anymore. 

"Stupid…fucking… " he curses, lips thin and screwed up, sliding down to the milk crate with his back against the brick wall, "Fucking idiot."

As soon as his ass hits the hard plastic, his mind starts repeatingthat night. Loops of it, all with little added details that further sour his self-esteem. The way she leaned away when he tried to rest his palm on her elbow in the doorway on her way out—that thin-lipped smile of reassurance that was so fucking fake—her verbal regret for letting her hormones get the best of her—the subtle inflection in everything that told Carmy she didn't wanna see him again. 

When the bleeding stops, and it's just dried blood and torn nitrile, Carmy throws the stained rag over his shoulder and grabs his pack of smokes out of his back pocket. The nicotine barely chills him out; if anything, it just makes his knee bounce faster—makes him itchy and on the verge of-

The back door bangs open, sending a violent throng of shock into his chest. His heart skips a beat, resetting that rapid tempo it was speeding towards. Carmy looks up to see Tina leaning out the doorway with big, dark eyes and a full, sympathetic smile. 

"Hey,Jeff ." Her eyes tear down his disheveled state, smile screwing up in sad amusement. "Customer just dropped off a pie for you or some shit. Richie put it in the office, an' he's lookin' real full of it."

Customer? Pie? Her?! Fuck…

"Wait, did you say Cousin?!"

"Mmhm."

"Fuck -" Carmy shoots up to his feet, knees locked an' aching from the day, but his heart's in his stomach wondering what the fuck Richie could have said to her—might have disclosed or did… or…Jesus Christ…

"Did he say anything to her?" Carmy tries to come across chill, but his cigarette trembles as he takes a hit, cheeks already splotching with anxiety. 

Tina arches a brow, still amused. "I dunno, but my guess?Yeah . Yeah, he did.”

Carmy curses again and throws his cigarette down to stomp it out. 

“You know,” Tina continues, “for someone who's been bitching about his ass all day, he's lookin' mighty smug now. Do you think stitches really take that long to heal, or is he jus’ bein' a bitch?"

"I gotta take care of this goddamn mess. Excuse me."

Carmy goes to slide past her into the kitchen only for her hand to close around his elbow. He stops, looks down, and arches a brow. "Chef?"

"Look," she begins, starting off uncharacteristically soft, "I dunno what you been doin’ or who you been doin' it to, but you better fix whatever you fucked up. Cause our game was really fucking strong when you weren’t being a sad little shit all damn day…" 

Carmy wets his lower lip and looks away, finding a rubber stain on the tile inside the kitchen fascinating… or trying to.

"… but these past couple of weeks?" Tina jerks him enough his eyes drift back to her as she shakes her head, pinning him with an expression of severity. "Just… get your head outta your ass, alright? You're a better chef when you're happy."

He swallows, mouth opening and closing once or twice before he clears his throat and nods. "Heard, Chef."

Inside the kitchen, it becomes abundantly clear that everyone knows abouther and the pie. Syd’s chewing on her lip at her station, trying not to smile. Tina stands behind him, chuckling. A conversation between Gary and Marcus comes to a sudden hush as Ebra clears his throat… and Richie—that fucker—grabs the doorframe to the front, swings forward, and saunters into the kitchen, loudly clapping his hands with an obnoxious fuckin' grin.

"Thismotherfucker!" Richie stands up tall as Carmy comes to a stop by the expo station. Cousin points down at him with a canary grin, looking around the kitchen for an audience. "Yo! Yo,thisfuckin' guy.You should haveseenthis chick! Guys-"

"Don't say anotherfucking word, Cousin,” Carmy grits out, veins in his forehead twitching. He squeezes his sliced finger so tight his pulse races in it.

“Who’d have thought you’d be pulling strawberry shortcakes like a fuckin’ boss!” Richie laughs aloud, and leans in to tackle Carmy into a hug, but he dips beneath the sudden swing—for once thankful he’s short—and darts past Syd, straight towards his office. 

“Told you to shut the fuck up!” Carmy yells as he walks.

"How-how can?! Seriously?!" Richie boasts while hot on his heels. "This dude— guys —this fucker struck out with every chick he's ever gotten all goo-goo-eyed for an' now he's bringing in fuckin' tens! How are we not talkin' about-"

Carmy practically kicks the door in Richie’s face with his heel and slams his back against the painted wood, barely blocking out the guffawing as Richie bangs a victorious rhythm into the other side… but all Carmy can focus on is the smell of apple pie with molasses, cinnamon, and cardamom… ginger too… and that smooth buttery melody he's forever gonna equate toher .

Fuck, it’s smells good.

'Our little baby fuckin' scored. I'm tellin' you! This broad—guys! The fuckin' rack on her—Hey, don’t touch that, Fek!’ Another bang on the door.‘Cousin! Hey! Come on!'

Carmy drops his chin to his chest and purses his lips trying not to smile to himself. It's less about the jeering behind the door and more about what the pie means: she's been thinking about him. Not ideal—not like she waited for him, probably didn't wanna see him—but she still came by the restaurant and brought him a fucking pie,for fuck's sake.  

Before his nerves come back, he lets the aroma of warmth fuel the sudden impulse to text her. Even as the now-clotted cut stings across the keys on his phone, Carmy's right cheek dimples. The hustle of the dinner hour goes quiet amidst the chatter outside the office—of the rushing of blood in his ears—as he swipes his thumbs over the bright screen and bites his lower lip.

'It smells delicious. Thank you, Chef.’

And then, holding his breath,'Do you want to talk about it? Closing. 10:30?' and hits send with ablip that makes his breathing stutter and his heart thud eagerly. Now… now all he's gotta do is wait,eat that fucking pie, and survive the rest of the day.

'I'm here.' You send the text despite butterflies on the roof of your mouth. Shivering, you pull your numb fingers back into roomy sweater cuffs, stuffing your hands under your arms, elbows tight in the frosty Chicago night. 

It's ten-thirty, and you're standing there as cars pass by behind you—casting The Beef interior in high beams—your own shadow dancing over tables and clean, polished floors. For less than ten seconds, you stand shivering outside, wondering what the actual fuck you're doing out this late. And before twenty seconds are up, you glance away from your boots to see Carmy unlocking the door, looking nervous and wide-eyed despite his droopy lids.

The door swings open, releasing a font of warmth across your cheeks.

"Thanks for comin' by." 

Fuck, you missed his voice… that sleep-deprived drawl mixed with his accented husk. Icey, sapphire eyes cut over your shoulder, narrowing with frustration so intense, you look back, glimpsing the man you left the pie with earlier that day. Awkwardly, you wave, only for Carmy to curse quietly—livid.

The man raises both hands, mouth moving animatedly, but he’s already backing up to a dark-color sedan… too far away to hear him. 

“You get here okay?” Carmy asks with forced ease, pulling your focus away from Rick or Richie—your mind draws a blank—looking directly into softer blues, clearly worn down and sleepy, but eager.

"Yeah," you exhale on a wisp of chilly air, "I took a cab. And,uh , thanks for doing this here. I just… nothing against you or anything, but I don't really—I mean, thanks for not…umm , it’s fucking cold, huh?”

There's a long beat of silence where Carmy's face is expressionless, resting in apathy with a patina of exhaustion, and you feel inclined to explain yourself, "It's not that I didn’t wanna see you, Carmy. I'm just-"

"You don't have to explain yourself. It's cool.No hard feelings. Come on, I cranked the heat up.”

You nod silently, stepping through the open door supported by a bare arm. Your eyes drift to it, corded muscles and some off-blue veins punching up through blotchy, pale skin, all ruddy from the cold. You've seen more of him than just his arms, but for a long moment, you're transfixed by the tattoos, the muscles… silver scars from chopping and trimming…

Feeling wholly outside your element, you follow close behind him as he makes his way past the thoroughfare of countertop service and two-people tables shoved against the windows. The smell of diluted bleach and wet dish rags hits you as he moves through the doorway into the kitchen. Just like the front door, Carmy braces an arm and ushers you in, then a few feet further past a small cubby of lockers into an ajar door filled with darkness and a single yellow-burned lamp. 

His office…

You spot your empty pie tin on the metal desk, leaning on a stack of manilla folders. It's small—Carmy's office—but it's cozy and organized in a way that looks lived in, like ordered chaos, not unlike his apartment… if not a tad less spartan.

"Look, before you say anything, I just," Carmy cards his fingers through his dirty hair, smoothing haphazard curls of strawberry blond into a messing slick atop his head that unravels just as fast, "I just wanna say you were right. I shouldn't have said what I said. It wasn't cool, and I-"

"Carmy…" you say his name, heart beginning to thump noticeably in your neck. He’s already so fucking wrong, and you want nothing more than to explain yourself before he starts apologizing for nothing. Because he didnothing wrong.

"But it just came out, ya know? I wasn't-I wasn't thinking, and you've got every fuckin’ right to be freaked out- "

"Carmy."

But he keeps talking—stammering.

"You're just-you're amazing and-and chill where I'm not and before… When I was tweezing mint leaves and making plum gelée, I-I couldn’t breathe. I’d stop and want to set everything on fire. Just cooking and cooking and cooking until I was having panic attacks just making jelly sandwiches and throwing up every morning… then I started fucking up more and more even when I'd gotten a handle on things— not that I felt any better —but you just kinda… you madeeverything click like-like I'm not just insane. Like, I can breathe..”

You try to stop it, but your eyes burn regardless. Tears well over your lashes as Carmy struggles to lay his heart out, just open and gaping and alive.

“These past two weeks,” he continues, gentler now, staring right into your wet orbs, “and-and you've been gone, and my hands aren’t steady anymore, and then the pie… and it's good— it's great . I don't know what it means... but I know what Iwant it to mean.”

He stops after that, shoving four fingers in his hair again, sliding them up his brows to his crown, where he grips tight enough it lifts the worry lines in his forehead. He casts his eyes down to the floor between you both like it's some uncrossable moat and sighs.

"Sorry-sorry.I'm sorry …" He nods with each word, voice dropping softer and quieter until his third 'sorry' is nothing more than a rushed exhale. You wanna stretch through the distance and touch him—hold him because there's a wet sniffle to his breathing that makes your heart break and grow simultaneously. But none of this is going like you thought. Everything is moving so fast, even your own feelings, and that's just… it's not something you're used to after years of trying to slow down your thoughts—of trying to walk softly through every single day, so you don't break the eggshells of glass beneath your feet. 

Carmen… Carmy… He makes you wanna run again, but running feels so dangerous.

"You're-" you pause, giving Carmy a long look from his well-worn sneakers, black jeans, rumpled white shirt, trembling lips holding up his flaring nostrils, and wide, black blues. 

You take a deep breath and cross the moat. 

"You make my heart beat way too fucking fast, Carmy.”

His lips pinch with despair.

“It's…” You lay a palm over his chest, relishing the sharp intake of breath and rhythmic thudding beneath. “I didn't like it at first because I've gotten so used to it racing when I'm stressed or panicking—it makes me feel like I'm gonna die… but when you told me how you felt, my heart wouldn't slow down, and it freaked me out."

"… okay.” He leans against his desk with a wet blink, fist still wrapped in his greasy locks.

Quietly, you continue, "… but I was up the other night, just-I couldn't sleep, and I remembered you said I smelt like… apples…" 

You blush, thumbing the heat and trying not to smile at how he said it that last time, with total unabashed reverence between your thighs. "… and I found myself making that pie I dropped off. Whole time my heart was thudding in my throat, but it was nice. Iliked it. I forgot how good it could feel for it to do that."

"Me too," Carmy exhales, finally releasing his hair to drop both arms at his sides. 

"Yeah," you whisper, thumb rubbing the dip between his pectorals. Even though it's just you and Carmy here, everything feels naked; each word and touch, every breath and heartbeat. 

" Umm , did you like it?" You ask, changing the topic as your pulse cools down.

His brows crease together, lips pursed into a pucker of confusion so clueless that you almost laugh, almost smile… instead you close the distance with another step, inches from pressing yourself against him, settling on massaging little swirls into his heaving chest instead. You cock your head to the side and shift your attention from those lazy still puddles of blue to the baking tin filled with crumbs. 

Carmy follows your gaze, clearing his throat with a stutter, "The-the pie, right. Yeah… you used molasses instead of brown sugar and applesauce to thicken. Old school, and obviously, it was terrible."

You smile when he cracks one, attempting to joke, and though it’s lame and his face doesn’t sell it, you love it. 

"You're good at this, ya know."

He chokes out a sardonic laugh, rubbing at his stubble-rough jaw before holding his red cheek in his flower-inked hand. 

"I don’t believe you for a fuckin’ second.”

TheSense of Urgency (SOU) is stark against his pale skin. For the first time, you note the bandages around his fingers and thumb. The angry red dent in his third fingernail, slathered in super glue.

“No?” You giggle.

“No.Fuck no. This shit is over my head," he admits, eyes closed and lashes fluttering. You should notice the shift in his breathing as something worrisome—the thudding of his heart as a sign—but you don’t; instead, you lick your lips and tell him with raw emotion, "I think… I love you too, Carmy. But-"

"But what?"

"… but I'm not a virgin, and I thought I was in love with the first person that made me feel good too. I just-I just can't if that's what this is."

"No," Carmy says with zero hesitation, "The second time I walked you home? I-I’ve been like this since then, later that day."

You almost laugh, remembering how the rain had started coming down outside All Family just as you’d been mocking the weatherman.

… you both ignore the red cross light between idle mid-morning traffic as the spitting drops turn weighty and cold. Carmy shoulders off his jacket mid-jog beside you and mutters a loud 'here, here,' stopping you just long enough to lay his jacket over your head. 

You blush as his white shirt goes translucent in seconds. His muscles flexing beside you, jogging through the topiary threshold into your apartment complex. The parking garage cuts the rain until the sting of it is gone, leaving the both of you panting in the soaked cold… 

'Guess I should have listened to my weather app for once and brought a fucking umbrella,' you wheeze, licking raindrops off your lips as Carmy leans back, filling his lungs with air. 

Your eyes dance down his chest and stomach. The murky hue of hidden tattoos beneath drenched cotton catches your attention, but it's the thick frame of muscular definition that you follow… leading to an exposed strip of bare stomach, glossy with rain and trailing dirty blond hairs… like… like a happy trail…

You freeze, gripped by a sense of longing and affection as your fingers dig into his soaked jacket, still hanging off your crown and shoulders, keeping you warm and wet... 

Carmy fans out his shirt while you're still recovering from the pang between your legs. Then, as if by some strange happenstance, your eyes meet as the rain sleuths over the parking garage roof, creating an echo chamber of heavy breaths, and backtracked droplets. Then, when your heart starts beating again, and when Carmy swallows, something monumental changes.

"When we were drenched to the bone in the parking garage?" You murmur—a gentle coo—and slowly lift your finger to his raised wrist. The soft hairs on his forearm shift to finer baby hairs over his palm and freshly scrubbed skin. Old scars bump beneath your finger pads, and that ugly gash with the glue catches on your nail. Only when your thumb rubs across a bulging vein over his jutting tendons does Carmy open his eyes and stare deeply within you.

"Yeah. Yeah, it was what you said, ya know, in my jacket. About taking it to the dry cleaners 'cause it would smell like that perfume you had on." He admits, cupping your hand over his own and pressing all three under his chin tightly—so tight, you’re reminded of life rafts thrown to castaways at sea. So much warmth in his palms… so rough from the knives and scars yet soft and… possessive. "You,uh , you were just… kinda—you looked good in it. Safe an' happy. Justreally chill, and I smelt like you all day. I just… just wanted that… every fuckin' day, 'cause I couldn't smell you in it anymore after a while."

"So, can you smell me now?” You ask, attempting coy but failing with a crack of nerves. “Still apples?"

"And rain…" His lips twitch into a smirk for half a second, lower lip trembling.

"Makes me come up with pretty words for how you smell, ya know.”

Carmy puffs a shaky breath, trying so hard to look calm.

You mistake it for adorable nerves and press your body to his, asking, “Would it kill the mood if I asked to suck your cock right now—in your office chair? I kinda owe you, and I've been thinking about it every day since you put me on your kitchen counter."

" Jesus fucking Christ… " Carmy curses, looking like someone toasted his cheeks as he leans back, gripping the edge of his desk one-handed, his expression full of terror and lopsided. Overwhelmed, sorta and…oh… shit…

Suddenly, despite the warmth of her confession—the fact she wants to suck his dick right now—Carmy’s heart palpitates, and air evaporates in his lungs.

Not now… not now, fuck…

"Was that—was I too forward? Sorry, I just-you see; I had this dream last night that woke me up… it’s not the first time I’ve dreamt about it—getting you off, of course—and I-” 

Their eyes lock, and he starts to panic, just thinking about fucking things up again. One taste of her pussy, and he nearly ruined everything.What kinda fire is he gonna set if she goes down on him?! 

“ Hey… you okay, baby?"

Baby… fuck. Fuck! No-no, he is not fuckin’ okay…

“Car-Carmy?”

He doesn’t realize he’s shaking until her tone dips, growing concerned. His heart's racing like an adrenaline spike at lunch hour, but it's paired with a dizzy high of elation that confuses his body and brain, leaving him strung out as she steps closer, a weight settling over his chest. He gulps down air, but it's not enough. Suddenly, embarrassingly, he feeds the panic with more panic and clutches at his chest, struggling to breathe anything but his own shame.

"Carmy? Oh, shit… ” 

His vision starts to tunnel, and another wave of dread swells in his throat. Smooth, supple hands reach up to cup his cheeks, pulling his attention forward, into the present where he belongs and not up in his head where he can’t handle the idea that someone—anyone—but especially someone like her, loves him. 

“Carmy.Hey ," her words melt the lump in his throat, "... just keep breathing however you need to breathe, okay? Don't fight it… just let it happen, alright? It's not gonna hurt you. Whatever happens, you can handle it just fine… I know you can. I promise—I promise. It’ll be over soon." 

He nods into her palms, panting heavily as her warm hands slide down his neck, rubbing soothing circles over his collarbones and upper chest, pinching the muscles in his shoulders and raking nails up around his neck and across his scalp. Carmy shivers, heart hammering, but his attention quickly shifts to the tingle down his spine, where his shirt sticks with cold sweat. 

She smiles, forced but warm in the golden-lamp light, and tells him he's safe and it's gonna go away soon and… to just ride it out…

Let it rip , Carmy thinks… and something about that—Michael's words—and her own comforting reassurance, mixed with the stroke of her thumbs beneath his ears… he finally gets in a long, slow breath, and almost instantly, the pounding of his heart starts to ebb…

… it mellows and softens. Her lips plant kisses across his jaw with a terrified chuckle, nose nuzzling the salty perspiration cooling over his skin, chilling his heart out even more… somehow.

"… see, I told you it'd pass.Fuck ."

Carmy puffs out relief like it’s a knife in his lungs, still lightheaded. He wraps his arms around her, drawing her close enough to mold into her. The itch of her loose-knit sweater against her arms sends a pleasurable ripple of goosebumps down his limbs.

"I-did you…" he takes a shaky breath and buries his long nose in the fragrant tumble of hair at her cheek, squeezing her tighter until he can feel her heart pulsing against his own, "... did you mean it. What you said about-about loving me? Cause I…Jesus fucking Christ . I want that so fuckin’ bad.”

“Well,” he can hear the smile in her voice as her fingers pluck and twirl the hair on the back of his neck, “if you’re gonna take it that well, I might have to lie to you from now on.Seriously , how are you feeling? You okay now, Carmy?”

“Yeah, I,umm… I’m okay,” he sniffs, arms crossed behind her, grabbing her shoulder and lower back in two fists, trying to melt himself into her like a stable emulsion of buerre monté. Hot. Versatile. Spoil free. 

Carmy drags his chin down her neck and drops his forehead into her shoulder, exhaling against her, only to choke up the second she draws him even closer… 

… his dick’s hard, and she knows it, swaying her stomach against his. He moans, grinding forward as he hands drop down to her lower back, then brazenly scoop up her backside, finger in her soft cheeks, and angles her even closer. 

“Fuck… so, was that ano to sampling somecrème de Carmen ?”

“ Jesus ,” Carmy laughs, cheek dimpling against her shoulder, genuinely amused and lighthearted for the first time since they’d eaten Michael’s sauce on his sofa, “No, no-I mean… Yes,please . You can sample whatever you want.”

“Really? Right here? Your office,” she teases, slipping her fingers down his chest to shove several fingers between skin and black denim. Carmy swallows, thrusting against her a couple more times before picking his head up in time to feel her lips skim his nose, cupid’s bow, and then his slack mouth. It’s electric—a bunsen burn caramelized with a swipe of her tongue. 

He’d never let anyone do this in the restaurant, even though Richie’s probably gotten laid a couple times in here… but as hypocritical as it is, the thought of getting off in here sends a thrill down Carmy’s spine—a high that’s clear of anxiety like the palpitations of before.

All his milestones happened in a kitchen—a restaurant—for the most part, so why should this be any different?

Carmy's lips are swollen n' wet from her kisses when he stumbles backward, being gently shoved down into his chair. Metal hinges squeak loudly in the small office, but it's the rustle of her knitted sweater that echoes in his ears. He blinks, catching a glint in her eye from the sole light source; that single, aged desk lamp flooding everything within its reach in hard shadows, but it gives him the perfect view of what he hasn't seen beneath her baggy tops…

Her breasts swell against a simple black bra, heaving with every breath, making his sliced-up fists grip the armrests until his fingers are pulsing. Carmy's seen tits before, most recently at the bachelor party they'd hosted for Cicero's buddy, but it'd been through window panes or peripherals while breaking up that fucking fight… right now, it couldn't be more different—it's for him and no one else.

“You’re-you really want to-“

Her naked sides press between his knees, forcing his thighs open. 

She smiles when she says, "Is it really that surprising?" and balls up her sweater, reaching up to fluff it behind his neck, immediately filling his senses with that crisp, fall perfume and the subtle warmth of her body heat smoothing the tension in his neck. Carmy swallows, leans back, and stares up at the ceiling in bewilderment, throat bobbing with a nervous gulp. His cock's been rock hard since the second or third kiss—since she'd grinded him against his desk with her tongue skimming his inner lip… fingers unbuckling his belt.

Now Carmy is taking in ragged breaths through his nose as her fingers pull down his zipper and tug just enough for his erection to press up against his boxer briefs. 

"I guess the question is," she pauses to snap the waistband at his hip, "doyou want to?"

"Yeah-yeah, but… haven't gotten better since the last time. Not gonna last long, and it,uh , it's been a long day," he admits, hoping she understands his meaning without having to explain it's been avery long, sweaty day serving Syd's perfected braised beef ribs.

"Longhard day, huh?" She giggles, and he can't help but let out a mindless chuckle, sorta still reeling over what's about to happen: his first-ever blowjob.

Unconsciously, he's been preparing for this moment. 

While they've been avoiding one another, Carmy's hormones have not, and he's been coming home every night this week, meditating—or trying to—laying there on the sofa with his phone slurring out gongs and chimes, doing his best to ignore the steely pulse of his dick. And every night, he's found himself edging off several times until he can't contain it anymore, cumming in thick, steamy ropes across his stomach with her name on his lips. But try as he might to last longer; even on his own, he can't. All that tension in his stomach—the simmering swell in his balls—it's about to boil over, and she hasn't even touched him yet.

Carmy hisses as she flicks his waistband again, waiting patiently with a hesitant smile, "Carmy?"

"Chef?" He says out of habit and a little bit of fantasy, "I mean…" because the idea of having her work at the restaurant, making pies and pastries alongside Marcus, hasn't left his mind since the moment he tasted her scones… 

She sucks in a breath—a laugh—and peels back the elastic cotton, exposing his bare, cherry-red cock to the open air. It's never been this engorged; flared at the cap and so swollen every heartbeat makes it twitch. A dewy drop of precum rises and spills over the curvy head, sliding around the bulbous veins curling down the left side. 

"I'm gonna-if you don't-"

She sweeps forward with her pink tongue and licks away the clear dollop from his slit.

" Fuck! "

Her slippery touch lingers, scooping beneath his frenulum and around the distended cap. 

"Jesus…fucking —b-baby. Wait-wait!"

She gives his dick a wet kiss and swirls her tongue again, pushing and sweeping over the weepy slit.Jesus Christ… fuck, he's gonna cum, and hedoesn't wanna… not yet. He wants it to last longer—wants to hover in this forever, but he'd take five minutes just for starters. 

In a moment of weakness, he whimpers her name and grabs a fistful of her hair. She hisses but quickly lays her hand over his palm before he can release her. Carmy mutters a weak apology, though, caught somewhere between wanting to shove his cock down her throat or pull her off so he can kiss his taste off her tongue. He's never sampled himself… but he figures anything would taste good from her lips… even his own cum.

"You can be a little rough, Carmy," she whispers, hot over his cock

“Really?”

“ Mhmm… ”

Drool slides down his shaft from her tasting tongue, flicking and circling around all those nerve clusters until he nearly chokes when her fist clenches around it, firm and tight, almost exactly how he does it himself. But it's too much all at once. Carmy can't help himself, so he pushes her head down—silky strands between his bandaged fingers—and suffers the overwhelming heat of her mouth with a pinched brow and clenched teeth. She sucks and squeezes her fist, and that's… that's how Carmy finds himself white-knuckling her hair and his armrest, thigh muscles tensing, toes curling, and cumming down her throat. 

“ Ffffuck… fuck—shit, you’re… Oh,fuck .” He hisses, and paints her insides with more violent spurts, moaning out heavy, wet breaths that echo back at him in the tiny office. 

"I didn't mean-" Carmy tries to apologize, then shivers as she sucks and pulls up, extending his orgasm from a hit to a drag…

Another string hits the back of her swirling tongue as his sack drags right against his body. 

" Fffuuuuck -fuck, yeah ."

She gulps, and Carmy hears it—feels it. Another pulse shoots through his cock, then another weak drizzle’s quickly slurped up and swallowed with a hum of contentment. His lashes flutter; his heart thuds happily as buckets of dopamine bastes his brain, making his lips curl up into a loose, lazy smile. 

Exceptional. Amazing. Pure… distilled and refined like clarified butter. He feels… so good…

Carmy shivers as her lips drag upward, sucking delicately before detaching from his softening cock. He releases the armrest and sweeps his sweaty curls off his forehead, feeling feverish and weak, like some overcooked slab of rump roast.

Against his cock, her words come out sticky-soft, “Was… was that okay, Carmy? I mean… I can taste howokay it was but I-"

Let it rip… don’t overthink it. Just do it.

Carmy scoops her up as she stumbles over her words, ignoring the drag of his wet, flaccid cock against her thigh and gathers her into his lap. His thumbs sweep around the balls of her shoulder, and leans down, kissing his flavor off her lips. She’s acerbic brine and… creamy, with a lingering note of nutty sugar. Layers coat Carmy’s tastebuds until her tongue presses to his. A flick here, a swipe there… teeth and lips, and a tilted suck against his tongue. His cock is hard again in minutes… and her fingers are wrapped tightly around it, stroking until Carmy is dizzy and gasping, asking her breathlessly, “Wanna fuck you… Can I fuck you?—on the desk—anywhere you want. Please?”

She whimpers, lips against his again, and nods, “... yes-yes, please.”

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