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The Best News of Last Month - August 2024

1.Negative Power Prices Hit Europe as Renewable Energy Floods the Grid

European power markets are experiencing a notable shift as renewable energy sources, particularly wind and solar, become a larger part of the energy mix. On Wednesday, power prices in several European markets, including Germany, dipped below zero due to a surge in green electricity production.

2. Taiwan introduces ban on performances by captive wild animals

Live performances by wild animals held in captivity, including performances by dolphins, tigers, and other non-domesticated mammals, will no longer be permitted in Taiwan under new Ministry of Agriculture (MOA) regulations.

3. FTC bans fake online reviews, inflated social media influence; rule takes effect in October

The FTC voted unanimously to ban marketers from using fake reviews, such as those generated with AI technology, and other misleading advertising practices.

The ban also forbids marketers from exaggerating their own influence by, for example, paying for bots to inflate their follower count.

4. Chinese drones will fly trash out of Everest slopes

Come autumn, Nepal will deploy heavy lifter drones to transport garbage from the 6,812-metre tall Ama Dablam, south of Everest. This will be the first commercial work an unmanned aerial vehicle does in Nepal’s high-altitude zone.

The heavy lifter from China’s biggest drone maker, Da Jiang Innovations (DJI), will take on tasks traditionally handled by Sherpas. Officials believe it will help reduce casualties on Everest.

5. Swiss scientists have found a way to use the whole cocoa fruit to make chocolate and not just taking beans and discarding the rest.

Kim Mishra (L) and Anian Schreiber (R) cooperated on the new chocolate making process

Food scientists in Switzerland have come up with a way to make chocolate using the entire cocoa fruit rather than just the beans - and without using sugar.

The chocolate, developed at Zurich’s prestigious Federal Institute of Technology by scientist Kim Mishra and his team includes the cocoa fruit pulp, the juice, and the husk, or endocarp.

6. Six-year-old boy found in Vietnam forest after five days

A six-year-old boy who was missing for five days has been found deep in a forest in Vietnam. Dang Tien Lam, who lives in the northwestern Yen Bai province, was playing in a stream with his nine siblings on 17 August when he wandered into the hills and got lost, local reports said.

He was found on Wednesday by local farmers who heard a child's cry while they were clearing a cinnamon field close to the forest.

7. Lego plans to make half the plastic in bricks from renewable materials by 2026

Lego plans to make half the plastic in its bricks from renewable or recycled material rather than fossil fuels by 2026, in its latest effort to ensure its toys are more environmentally friendly.

The Danish company last year ditched efforts to make bricks entirely from recycled bottles because of cost and production issues. At the moment, 22% of the material in its colourful bricks is not made from fossil fuels.

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patrywoso · 2 months

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10. Alexia Putellas

+18 SMUT

“No more, please, I can’t!” you could barely see from the sweat stinging your eyes, and you rubbed your face in the sheets, trying to dry yourself as much as possible. Your muscles shook, and you were exhausted. You had lost count of how many times you’d come after four. You were pretty sure you were on seven, or maybe eight? All you knew was your skin was overly sensitive, your muscles were heavy with fatigue and pressure, and you were done. Except Alexia wasn’t done.

Alexia smiled, her hands firmly gripping your hips. She admired the downward slope of your back. Alexia marveled at the drops of sweat that dripped down your spine to your neck. She could feel your body shake, and she let her gaze drift across blushing, glistening skin. Her lips twitched when she saw the light ropes that held you in position, on your knees with your face pressed into the sheets, your arms stretched above your shoulders. You were in the perfect position, a willing supplicant.

“Come on princess,” and she smirked at the small shiver that rippled up your spine. “You can, and you will. Just one more.” Alexia hesitated a moment, her hands gently caressing the red hand painted curves of your bottom. “Do you remember the word? The one that makes me stop?” She waited, and when you nodded your head, she gutted lightly under her breath. “No, princess, say it out loud, so I know that you remember.”

“Rosa,” you muttered, your voice dry and scratchy. You licked your lips, trying to moisten them, as you were convinced all moisture in your body had flowed south to meet at the juncture of your thighs.

“You remember that I won't stop no matter how you beg and plead unless you say, Rosa?”

You grunted and whispered, “I remember.” And you resolved not to say it, despite knowing you would soon be begging Alexia to stop. There was something desperate, but freeing in the realization that you could wail and scream and beg, and Alexia would still command your body, dragging orgasms from you with almost brutish tenderness; but one word would end it all, and Alexia would be stripped of her power.

You wiggled your hips slightly, readying your tired and aching muscles, knowing that Alexia wouldn't stop until you had wrung one last orgasm from your shaking frame unless you said one simple word.

“Good girl,” murmured Alexia as she leaned down, letting her breasts drag through the warm sweat of your back. She placed a soft kiss at the base of the back of your neck, before straightening again, her voice becoming a little deeper, a little huskier.

“Do you want to use your word, princess?” Alexia jogged her hips forward, smiling at the way you whimpered and rolled your hips despite claiming you’d had enough.

“No,” the word was a little more than a strangled wheeze, and Alexia rewarded you by reaching under your hip and tapping your hard clit. She smiled at the way you groaned and shuffled on your shaking knees.

Alexia pressed forward gently, aware that you were overly sensitive. She let her fingers press into the underside of your hips, and her thumbs pressed soothing circles into the rounded curve of your cheeks. She smiled as she felt the head of the dildo press into your warm folds. She met some resistance, as she felt you immediately clamp down on the head. She slid her hands up your sides, letting her fingers press gently along the lattice of your ribs, as she pushed forward slightly.

“Alexia!” you half-sobbed as you tried to push forward, away from the dildo, your resolve starting to wane. “I told you, I can’t!” your voice wavered at the last word, and you groaned at the feel of the dildo sliding slightly inside of you. You shivered violently and whimpered, you were so tired, your muscles were wrung out, all of your energy had gone into the last orgasm, and you had nothing left to give to Alexia. But you still refused to give Alexia the one word that would make it stop.

Alexia tutted under her breath, she wrapped one hand firmly around your hip, so you couldn’t escape her. She let the other hand slide down your back, whisking firmly through the sheen of sweat. “Do you trust me?” Her voice was quiet, but firm, and it broke through your muffled murmurs.

You turned your head so your cheek rested against the slightly damp sheets. Your skin prickled, and you were uncomfortable. Your hair was stuck to your face, and you could only imagine what you must look like, you knew your skin was flushed, and you just wanted to sleep, but you couldn’t. Alexia’s voice always called to you, it held a strange sort of allure, and you were sure you would follow that voice into hell itself.

You snuffled a little, the tears pricking at your eyelids. “Yes,” you whispered and you heard the sharp intake of breath behind you, and you could almost see the smile that shone in Alexia’s next words.

“Thank you, my love.” Alexia smiled, that familiar feeling tugging sharply at her chest, and she pressed forward, feeling your flesh reluctantly part for her. She gripped your hip a little harder, pushing you slightly away from her and then pulling you back into the cradle of her thighs. She laid her left hand on the middle of your back, and held you firmly down, as she jogged her hips forward sharply, sheathing her strap all the way inside you.

Alexia rubbed gentle circles on your back when you cried out, and she twisted slightly so she could see your face, red and blotchy, and she could see tears starting to run down your cheeks. Alexia hesitated for a moment, worried she might have pushed too far, worried that you really couldn’t go any further. She knew she was testing the limits of what your body was capable of, but somehow she just knew that you had one orgasm left in you, that would wring you dry, twist all of your muscles, and cloud your eyes. And she wanted it, she wanted to feel her love break apart in her arms, lose herself completely.

Alexia held herself still for a moment, waiting for you to relax, and when she felt you start to sag, she withdrew her hips, pulling out all the way so just the head rested against your entrance. And then she pushed all the way into your sex in one smooth glide, smiling at the cry wrenched from your chest, but she didn’t stop, instead pumping her hips in a steady rhythm.

“Is this what you wanted, princess? Hmmmm? Me inside of you, as deep as I can go?” She jogged her hips, rotating them hard, smiling at the way you grunted and trembled before her. “Tell me!” She commanded, her hips slapping against the back of your thighs and bottom. “Tell me, is this what you wanted? To be tied up and laid bare, mewling like a cat in heat?” she growled the last few words, her tongue thick in her throat, waiting for an answer.

Alexia slapped her hand down hard on your bottom, just enough to sting and make your fair skin blush with the heat and strength of Alexia’s hand. “Tell me!” She reached around your hip, her fingers easily finding your hard and slippery clit. She pressed her fingers to it roughly, rubbing it hard, knowing that after so many orgasms, you were starting to feel numb from over-sensitization.

You let out a sharp cry, tears running down your face. It hurt, and your skin was on fire. But it was exquisite, your body caught in an internal war, desperate to feel the burning buildup to release. You pulled on the ropes, pushing back into Alexia, trying to escape the fingers on your clit, but still searching for the heavy pressure inside of you that only Alexia could bring to fruition.

“Y-yes,” you choked on the word, tears wetting your lips making them sting from the tears. “Please, Alexia. Please,” you sobbed, although you didn't know if you were begging for Alexia to stop or to never stop.

Alexia smiled and gently stroke her fingers, lightly tracing your clit, while she jogged her hips slightly, barely pulling out. It wasn't enough to tip you over the edge, and she knew it. Alexia enjoyed the way you squirmed, the way you pushed back into her, searching for her, trying to rub yourself against Alexia’s fingers. She grasped your hips, ignoring your cries of dismay. She pulled your cheeks apart so she could better see the dildo as she jogged her hips.

Alexia stilled. “Fuck yourself on my cock, princess. Show me how badly you want it.”

It was barely more than a whisper, but you heard it in your heat hazed mind, and you whimpered as you tried to leverage yourself. It was awkward as your tied wrists didn’t allow for much room, but you managed. You jerked your hips forward and then back, fumbling as you tried to find a rhythm, your shoulders ached, and your head hung between your arms, hair sticking to your wet face. It was long moments before you found a rhythm, your shoulders screaming at you as you leveraged them harshly against the strain of the rope. You could feel the heat building inside you, coiling and crackling, as you pumped your hips, fucking yourself on the dildo. But you didn't have enough strength to push yourself over the edge, and you whimpered and cried gasping tears, your body buckling and straining for the last orgasm that was just out of reach.

“Please. Please. Finish me,” you sobbed as your hips stuttered to a halt, and your flesh quaked and clenched around the hard dildo inside of you.

Alexia leaned over and licked the sweat down your spine, smiling at the musky taste. She pulled back, satisfied that you were finally ready. She maintained her grip, spreading your cheeks, and began to pump her hips. She stared down mesmerized by the hypnotic rhythm of her strap disappearing into you. It stirred something in her belly watching how your red muscles grasped at the dildo, sucking it in. She could feel her own orgasm building, the base of the dildo rubbing against her own aching clit. She grits her teeth, determined not to come before you. She reached up and slipped a finger into her mouth, wetting it, and letting her saliva run down it before she pressed her finger against your smaller opening. She circled it gently, teasing it open, and then pushing firmly against it.

She felt you stiffen.

“Breathe. Just breathe.”

And once you had relaxed, she pushed the tip of her finger inside. “Good girl,” she murmured as she pushed in deeper and then pulled out and pushed in again. Soon Alexia had picked up a new rhythm, alternating pumping into your wet sex and pumping her finger between your cheeks. She smiled at the way you groaned and shook, twisting your body, she mumbled and begged with words only half-formed. She could feel you bearing down on her, your muscles clenching harshly around the dildo, and it was hard to pump her hips. She rotated them, grinding against the curve of your bottom.

You felt your own orgasm crash and spread through her pelvis and abdomen, and you shivered and panted, sweat dripping down your back. You groaned, the tears hot against your cheeks, and every muscle shook violently. You could feel something deep inside, buried in the cracks of your bones pushing out and up, and you were too tired to identify it, to realize that this last orgasm was different from the rest. It scorched every cell of your body, and rose up from the very depths and broke across your skin. You gasped and your entire body twitched and trembled, and you couldn’t see anything, and you could barely feel yourself.

The friction from Alexia’s finger in your bottom grew and expanded into a ball of heat at the base of your spine. You shuddered and groaned, the pressure in your sex igniting the ball at the base of your spine. You felt the flush spread up your spine like a warm blanket on a cold night, and you clenched hard around Alexia’s finger, pulling it deeper into yourself. The orgasm rolled through you leaving you shaking and crying, your muscles sporadically twitching, the relief and pleasure zipping along your nerves, more than you could bear. You were floating, higher than you’d ever been, and you smiled as your muscles stilled in warm lassitude, and you simply floated free. You were dimly aware of something warm and wet scraping across your body, but you didn’t care, all you cared about was the soothing warmth that buoyed your body, and you simply let yourself go.

Alexia bit her lip, slightly worried at the way you slumped on the bed, and she slowly withdrew from you’s tight folds, smiling a little at the wet squelching sound. She pulled her finger out, dropping a soft kiss on the small gaping opening. She hopped off the bed, and quickly unbuckled the harness, and tossed it to the floor. Alexia hurried around to the side of the bed, her fingers fumbling at the knots that held your wrists to the intricate headboard. She looped the soft ropes into the lattice, before turning her attention back to you. Alexia gently rolled you onto your back, smiling when she noticed the soft quirk of your mouth and the dreamy look in your eyes. She stretched you out carefully, one arm supporting your head, while her other hand cupped your face.

“Princess?” Alexia kissed the corner of your mouth, letting her lips linger until you managed to focus on her. “Are you ok? Was it too much?”

You shook your head, smiling a little as you rested in Alexia’s arms, your muscles were heavy and warm, but you were sure you were floating, buoyed on top of waves that rocked you gently. Alexia breathed a sigh of relief and gently laid you back down on the bed. “Be right back,” she murmured as she placed a lingering kiss on your cheek before pulling away.

“Princess?” Alexia chuckled lightly when you groaned, your lips twisting into a frown. “You can sleep as soon as I clean you,” Alexia said as she had a wet cloth and began to clean you, dragging the cloth along your limbs and between your breasts, removing all vestiges of your sweat. Alexia rolled you over carefully, wiping the cloth up and down your back, and then rinsing and wringing the cloth out again. It only took a few minutes, until Alexia was satisfied. She gently rubbed you dry.

Alexia pulled out the oil and dumped a few drops of the fragrant into her palms. She rubbed them together, and then ran her hands along your wrists, wincing slightly at the red marks left by the rope. You grunted and twisted away, your mind still hazy, barely aware of anything but the air hitting your newly washed body. You shivered and felt the warmth in your limbs start to wane.

“No,” you muttered as you tried to grab on to the feeling, stretch it along your bones, and bury it in your muscles. You whimpered as you felt yourself start to sink. It was cold, and your skin prickled.

Alexia worked quickly, rubbing the soothing oil that had medicinal properties meant to help heal small cuts and inflammation into your wrists and then along the firm globes of your bottom, which still bore the slightest pink of Alexia’s hands.

“I know, I know. It’s ok, princess. I'm here,” Alexia murmured as she finished, and stepped away for a moment, hurrying across the room to grab some water. She poured a cup, splashing it in the process. She cursed under her breath and walked back to you who was starting to grow more and more restless. She helped you into a sitting position, putting the mug to your lips. “Drink.” It took a few minutes but you drank all of it, splashing some that dripped down your naked chest.

You shivered again, your muscles trembling, tears pricking at your eyes. You could feel something empty and cold yawning open in your chest, and you burned your face into Alexia’s chest.

“Make it stop.”

“I will.” Alexia wrapped you in the softest blanket, kept just for this occasion, the inevitable drop. She wrapped you into a cocoon and then wrapped you in her arms.

“I love you. You were perfect. So beautiful and strong,” Alexia murmured as she pressed light kisses to your face. She was rewarded with a deep sigh from you as you pushed your face into the warm crook of Alexia’s neck.

Alexia continued to whisper to you, soothing you and pulling you into sleep, her strong arms sheltering you from the rest of the world. The cold empty spot in your chest was carefully stitched closed with every word Alexia whispered.

And you slept.

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emepe · 6 months

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— Pairing: Yuuta x Reader, established relationship

— General info: 18+, one-shot, smut

— Summary: When it comes to Yuuta, “just the tip” is the start of a dangerous game.

— Content warnings: nsfw, unprotected vaginal sex, virginity loss, implied religious guilt, mild god complex if you squint, coercion, slight breeding kink.

— Notes: Honestly, I wrote this just to see if I could still write decent smut (and Yuuta fits the trope perfectly ugh, I can't lie). Likes and reblogs are appreciated! Happy reading!

Links: Read on AO3 | Masterlist

It wasn't supposed to happen like this. You promised each other you would wait. But an innocent kiss on the cheek while watching TV led to a sloppy makeout session on the sofa, with your legs on either side of Yuuta's lap and your clothed cunt grinding needily onto his crotch as his fingers crept under your shirt and dug into your waist.

A whine escapes your lips when he involuntarily thrusts his hips upwards, meeting you halfway, desperate for further friction.

“My God, Yuu,” you moan into his mouth, as your combined drool trickles down your chin.

“‘M sorry,” he mumbles, yet makes no effort to hold back. Because little by little, with every movement of your hips, his erection has become downright painful. It's practically throbbing in the confines of his jeans, swollen and red, aching to be let out, begging for relief.

But he promised.

It's a mental game to come down to his senses and draw an end when things get too heated between you. God knows you haven't one ounce of willpower when you're spiraling down a lustful haze. But he'd rather be the stronger one than risk the loss of your virtue ending in remorse.

He loves you too much to force you to carry such an immense guilt. You vowed to wait until you were married and instead settled for a few steamy moments here and there — always sure you never made it too far.

You could hump and whine and he'd swallow every sweet sigh you pour into his mouth — as long as you never fully undressed and as long as he didn't ruin you by pushing himself between your legs. Then he'll wrap his arms around you, assuring you that whatever you did was still innocent, that you have no reason to feel guilty because you're both still pure.

The vicious cycle never ends.

You're incredibly precious to him — you're everything — but man, it really pisses him off sometimes that he has to be the one to protect a promise you were the first to suggest.

He brings a hand to collect your hair and nip at your neck, kissing it, tracing its slope with his tongue and sucking fervently at the supple skin. As if that's enough, as if it could compare to the glowing promise that being buried inside you represents. His cock twitches at the thought, the movement causing you to expel another string of holy affirmations.

His eyes land on the hand that grips at the fabric of his shirt as you whimper into his ear and the air thickens with the scent of spit, sweat, and desire.

The engagement ring on your finger has become a symbol of dread. So close to having you bound to him forever, and yet the time couldn't come fast enough.

His chest rises and falls dramatically with every shallow breath. It's all too much — the blood rushing south, the precum he can feel leaking from his tip and soiling his underwear, the line of sweat that transfers from your forehead to his as you squeeze your eyes shut and breathe against his mouth — it's all too good.

But it's not enough.

He's tired of it, and you're not making things easier with your pathetic whimpers and your feverish body clinging to him. He can feel your pussy clenching around nothing through the layers of clothing dividing you. If he didn't know any better, he might’ve thought you wore a skirt on purpose to further drive him mad. He might be a patient man —loving, understanding, doting— but he's still a man.

“Just the tip,” he groans.

Your hips slow down as you struggle to comprehend what he just said, earning him a chance to will the cum threatening to spurt inside his jeans back.

“What?” you ask, tilting your head as you observe his blown pupils and his eyebrows upturned in desperate pleading.

“Just the tip, please.”

Your lips part to draw a sharp breath as it dawns on you what he's asking for.

“But we promised,” you softly pronounce.

“It won't change anything if it's just the tip,” he promises. “It's barely anything. It'll be like the time you used your hand.”

He hopes your mind is too dizzy to comprehend that the two situations don't compare at all.

Uncertainty casts over your features, but he can see a hint of consideration gleaming in your eyes at the idea.

You'd be lying if you said you never considered loosening up on your convictions every now and then when you got so close to the act. But you didn't think you could handle disappointing Yuuta by breaking the promise you brought up in the first place. After all, he's so devoted to you and he promised to abide by your wishes no matter how long it took because the gratification when you finally joined in carnal pleasure would only make your commitment to each other all the more special.

“As long as I get to be with you, the rest doesn't matter,” was what he said.

But now that he's looking up at you with such helpless eyes, like you're some sort of god he prays to, your morals take a toll.

His blue eyes stare adoringly into yours.

“Please?” he asks again.

He presses a kiss to the corner of your mouth.

“Please,” he insists, tugging on your bottom lip with his teeth, biting down just hard enough to cause a whisper of pain before alleviating the feeling with his tongue.

“Please, please, please, it hurts,” he whines, tears lining his lashes and threatening to spill as he reaches between you to palm himself over his jeans. “I can't take it anymore. I'm begging you, I need you, I love you.”

How could you possibly say no when he asks so nicely?

You'd have to be made of stone to deny him the pleasure. You'd have to be a monster to not relieve him of his throbbing pain. You'd have to be the cruelest god to impose him with such inhumane punishment.

“Yuu,” you whisper, his pain reflecting on your face upon witnessing his desperation.

“Please,” he sniffles.

“Okay.”

The word falls over him like a fresh breeze.

“Really? You mean it?”

His lips curve into an eager smile, with butterflies fluttering in his stomach in anticipation.

You nod, happy to see his teary eyes light up.

“Just the tip.”

“Just the tip, I promise.”

He brushes away at his tears with the heel of his palm.

“You're an angel,” he murmurs as he cradles your face with one hand and starts guiding your hips over his erection again with the other.

Soon enough, you're back to panting into each other's mouths, feverish and dizzy at your new promise to fulfill.

Your hands fumble to undo his jeans, clumsily pulling down the zipper in fragments.

“Just the tip,” you huff, as he moans upon feeling your clammy hands palm him through his underwear.

You pull on his briefs just enough for his erection to spring free.

“Oh, god,” you exhale, in awe of the intense red that consumes the head of his cock. Precum oozes from the tip, balls heavy as if he's seconds away from bursting. It's no wonder he looked so pained.

“Just the tip,” he reminds you kindly as he pets your hair, heart rate spiking when he watches your thumb trace over his leaking tip.

He flips you over so that you're pressed onto the sofa while he hovers over you and hooks his fingers around your pink cotton panties, tugging them down your hips with ease and tossing them onto the floor, leaving you in your skirt.

The sight of your bare cunt — already a sopping wet mess from everything that now counts as foreplay — makes his cock twitch.

With his weight balanced on one forearm, he carefully drags himself between your folds, the most sinful sound reaching your ears as he coats his length in your juices. His free hand cradles your face as he bends down to capture your mouth in a heated kiss. His tongue pushes against yours, swallowing each of your moans as your hands lose themselves in his raven hair.

With fingers trembling in excitement, he lets you go and starts lining himself to penetrate your insides.

“Yuu,” you gasp.

He watches in fascination as his reddened tip squeezes in and slowly disappears inside you, your cunt glistening with enough arousal that you barely feel any pain in the sudden stretch. In fact, Yuuta swears he can feel you suck him in the tiniest bit further as you flutter around the foreign member in your body. He can feel himself grow weaker as he's hit with the warmth and wetness of your insides.

“Fuck,” he hisses, face dropping into the crook of your neck.

The overwhelming ecstasy of knowing he's connected to you burns at every inch of his skin as he scrambles to gather enough strength to pull out and push his tip back in again.

You writhe under him, hands frantically pulling him in for a kiss. He complies. After all, you've gifted him with this — not that he wouldn't give in to your wishes otherwise.

His brows furrow in concentration, eyes squeezed shut with the image of his tip swallowed by your insides flashing behind his eyelids. He pumps his head inside you — in and out, in and out — mesmerized by how good it feels even if it's barely a taste.

It alleviates him… just a little.

He grips your hips with bruising force, rolling his hips further into you all at once, leaving a mildly burning sensation in its wake.

A whine escapes your lips and your eyes close as you feel a tickle of his pubic hair brushing against your lower tummy. Your arms hook under his, bringing him close, scratching his back over his shirt.

An animalistic power washes over him, pushing him to penetrate the deepest part of you, over and over again. His hand squeezes your face, demanding your attention and forcing you to meet his crazed gaze. His pupils are blown with lust, the gentle blue of his irises nearly gone. With the help of his thumb, he pries your mouth open, aggressively pushing his tongue against yours, relishing in the muffled cries of pleasure you release.

The kiss is so needy, so aggressive, it's borderline painful and your jaw hurts from the tight grip of his hand. But it's still so fucking good.

When he pulls back, your eyes are lined with tears, much like his when he was begging to let you use just his tip minutes ago.

The sound of slapping skin echoes around you. Sloppy, wet, sinful.

“Yuuta, this doesn’t feel like just the tip,” you heave, feeling an unfamiliar knot tangling in your lower stomach.

“It is, baby. I swear.”

You both know he's lying but you're too caught up in each other to care.

Your legs wrap around him, barely granting him enough space to move, but he doesn't care. This is better, this is what he needs to relieve the mild guilt that stems from lying to you, because this means you're just as thrilled by him ruining you as he is. And if you're so unwilling to ease your hold on him, he might as well kill two birds with one stone tonight and fill you to the brim with his cum.

The possibility of knocking you up has him reeling. A breathless laugh pushes past his lips as he looks down at you.

You're such a pretty mess and he's so in love. Your pussy does such a good job at sucking him in and he's so fucking drunk on it.

The image of you sprawled below him, sweating and whining out his name will be burned into his memory forever. And you do have forever promised, he remembers. That ring on your finger — the very finger on the very hand that's creeping between your bodies to toy with your clit — stands as proof.

You perverted little thing, he thinks, as he feels you bucking your hips upward to meet his thrusts halfway.

“Yuuta, my god, oh my god!” you whimper as his strokes grow even sloppier and he grows even heavier on your body.

“Feel good, angel?” he taunts, using the nickname he imposed on you back before you became such a needy disaster.

An airy chuckle bubbles up his throat when you fervently nod and caress his cheek. He hooks an arm under your leg, pressing it further into your chest in a semi-mating press position.

He carelessly thrusts his hips a few more times before he's washed over with a glorious relief that he pours inside you, marveling at the way your insides flutter around him, milking him dry with every wanton squeeze.

It's like you want to get knocked up, he thinks.

His hold on your leg loosens and his weight tumbles down on top of you as you work your way to clarity.

He moves around on the limited space of the sofa so that you can snuggle into his chest with his arms wrapped tightly around you as he presses soft kisses onto the crown of your head.

You can feel his cum leaking from your insides and seeping into the couch cushions, but it'll be a while before either of you care to clean up your mess.

His warm embrace coaxes you to sleep. As you're teetering the line of peaceful slumber, a familiar thought pops into your head.

“Yuuta,” you murmur.

“Hm?”

“What we just did wasn't wrong, was it?”

He looks down at you, fingers lifting your chin so he can see your face. Your eyes are wide with worry. The duality with which you're able to confront these matters will forever be a mystery to him.

His gaze softens and a smile graces his lips.

“Don't worry, angel. This was innocent.”

He presses a kiss to your forehead.

“It's pure love.”

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