#he’s whining like a man truly eating his last meal he’s grinding against the bed

[strawberrystepmom]

i just know getting eaten out by gojo is a biblical experience

[actuallysaiyan]

Nanami smut request! (and idk what's gotten into me lately lol asking stuff like this). His s/o asks for a creampie for the first time and he gets really into it then goes absolutely feral seeing it drip out of her and cleans her up and gives her another orgasm.

warnings: smut, unprotected sex, oral sex(fem receiving), cum play, cum eating, overstimulation, creampie word count: 1.5k pairings: Nanami Kento x Fem!Reader summary: you ask for a creampie and you get the creampie ;)

You’ve been with Kento for a while now, and while you enjoy everything about him, sometimes you wish he would cut loose and be just a bit more…on the risky side of things. Still, you enjoy that he treats you with so much respect. He’s a gentleman in all the ways you need him to be.

Still, at times you wish he would open up more. Become a little more risky with you. Show you just how passionate he can truly be.

Kento likes to invite you over to his place for dinner a few times a week. So when he texts you to come over tonight, you’re not at all surprised. You spend lots of time making sure you look your best and you head over to his apartment.

Kento pulls no stops when it comes to impressing you. He’s got the good wine, a three-course meal, and the right kind of lighting and music to suit the mood. So it’s even less of a surprise that you end up on his bed, naked and exposed to him.

“There’s my pretty girl,” he purrs softly as he climbs on top of you.

His kisses are steamy and passionate, leaving you feeling a little lightheaded in the best way possible. You wrap your arms around him, pulling him so close to you. You feel his erection pressing against your thigh, and you begin to grind against him.

“Such a needy girl,”

Your fingers card through his hair as he leans in to kiss you once more. A soft moan ripples from you as his tongue slides into your mouth. The red wine from dinner lingers on his saliva, making this kiss all the more sweeter and sexy.

“I could never get tired of the way you taste, my love.”

His words hit your heart, but they also make your clit throb. His large hands spread your thighs; there’s a look in his eyes that shows you just how excited he is by all of this.

Tantalizingly, he presses open-mouthed kisses to your neck and down to your chest. He cups one of your breasts, licking the pebbled nipple. When you moan and tug on his hair gently, he lets out a soft chuckle. His voice is husky as he praises you for tasting so sweet on his tongue.

Lower and lower he goes, spreading those kisses that leave you breathless and squirming. The minute he reaches between your thighs, you know you’re not going to be able to last long. You’ve been waiting like a good girl all week to be with your man. He looks up at you, those whiskey-colored eyes so glazed over with lust.

His tongue presses against your folds, making your whole body break out in goosebumps. The moan that erupts from your throat makes his cock throb and twitch, and Kento begins to press himself against the mattress.

“You love this, don’t you?”

Kento leans in once more, his tongue flat against your clit. Then he picks up his pace, flicking and swirling against your swollen bud. Your fingers tug on hair once more, and before you know it, you’re practically humping his face.

Two of his long fingers tease your dribbling hole, making you whine out his name. Tenderly, he presses one of them into you. His eyes dart up to capture the reaction on your face. Your eyes roll back, and your bottom lip trembles as you come to terms with the slight stretch.

He fingers you slowly, allowing you to adjust to him. His lips stay attached to your clit. Your hips buck up, making him huff softly at your impatience. Yet he still continues, his other finger slipping into you.

“Fuck, Ken…I…”

He doesn’t even need to hear the rest. With expertise, he brings you to climax on his fingers and tongue. You whine and whimper, your hips rocking to the tempo of his movements. And when you reach your climax, you cry out his name.

He has a hard time pulling away, but he reminds himself he doesn’t want to overstimulate you just yet. Kento rests his head on your thigh as he looks up at you. With your cheeks heated up, your lips parted as you pant and your hair so disheveled, he believes you look like a sex goddess.

Your little hands reach for him, and he’s quick to position himself between your thighs. Your eyes widen a little as you notice just how much the tip of his cock is leaking. He hushes you with a sweet kiss as he slips into you. With that one thrust, he’s balls deep inside of you.

“That’s a good girl,” he whispers. His voice is laced with lust.

As he starts up his pace, you cling to him. Your legs wrap around him, locking at your ankles. You’ve missed him all week, so you want to enjoy this. Kento nuzzles his face in the crook of your neck; his voice comes out softer than usual as he praises you.

“Missed my pretty baby all week long,” he coos. “Been so busy at work and now I get to have you all to myself.”

His hands come up to intertwine your fingers together. His thrusts get a little quicker, but they remain nice and deep. You see stars with every single thrust. You’ve never had a man fuck you the way he does. He rolls his hips with every move he makes, making sure the juicy tip of his cock rubs up against that spot that’s making you tremble.

“Gonna cum again, huh?” he teases softly. “Go ahead, honey…cum for me.”

His words hit you so hard, and you squeeze his hands hard as you begin to fall off the edge. Already his balls feel tight, and he knows he’s probably going to have to pull out sooner than he’d like. The only thing that reassures him is that he has all night long with you.

“Cum inside me,” you breathe out, making him stop for a second. “Please Ken, please…wanna feel you cum inside me,”

Before he can even react properly, his mind turns blank and he’s burying himself deeper inside of you. Shots of his warm cum begin to paint your insides, and you let out a soft moan at the satisfaction of this finally happening. Kento’s grunts reverberate through the room.

Gradually, he comes back down to earth and looks into your eyes. He has a dopey smile on his face, but this soon turns into something most lustful as he pulls his cock out. His seed is dripping from your abused hole, and Kento cannot stop looking at it.

He’s fascinated with the way his thick cream is just leaking out. One of his fingers comes up to scoop it up, then he pushes it back into you. The whine you let out from the overstimulation drives him crazy. He wants to pump you more and more full of cum.

He stuffs two of his fingers into you, his other hand pressing down on your lower tummy. You cry out as he begins to stimulate your g spot, your walls so sticky with his seed.

“You like that, huh? You like my seed dripping from your pretty little pussy?” He asks though he knows the answer.

Kento lays back down on his stomach, his face buried between your thighs. You’re squirming even more now that you’ve cum twice. You watch as Kento’s eyes roll back from just the taste of your mixed juices.

He grunts and growls, his tongue dipping into your hole to taste it all from the source. His face is becoming more and more wet as he laps it all up like it’s the elixir of the gods. And the more he continues, the more he’s growing even more addicted.

When he finally pulls away, he sees just how swollen and puffy your pussy is now. All the cum has been cleaned up by his tongue. He’s desperate to see even more of it leaking out from you. So he pushes himself into you, and you whine.

“Shhh, just take a little more. I need to cum more,” Kento begs you as he begins to thrust into you. “I know you can be a good girl and let me cum some more.”

This time, the bed is creaking as he fucks himself into you harder and faster. He’s a man on a mission, ready to unload deep inside of you. He pushes your legs to your chest, reaching even deeper inside of you. He fucks you stupid, pushing you past some of your limits as you cum over and over again on his cock.

And when he finally cums again, it’s with a roar. His hips stutter as his grip on you tightens. Ropes of his hot cum begin to fill you up again, and he stays deep inside of you this time. Slowly, he’s rocking his hips to get himself hard again.

“Can’t help myself,” he presses a kiss to your forehead. “Just can’t help myself.”

[omg-imagine]

Distraction

Pairing: Johnny Silverhand x female!V

Summary: Johnny distracts V the best way he knows how.

Words: 3.1k

Warnings: language, smut (oral + rough sex, choking)

A/N: Please don’t mind the weak plot, this was just an excuse to write p*rn featuring the only character I want to romance in the game but can’t. Also, for the sake of this fic, let’s just say he can touch V and vice versa :)) Hope you enjoy!

V was pissed.

No, she was beyond pissed.

And when V’s beyond pissed, she’s sure to let the whole fucking world know.

“Tone it down, princess,” Johnny cuts in once he’s heard enough of her long-winded rant.

V stops her relentless pacing around the apartment and shoots a menacing glare towards the rocker.

“I warned you not to take that job from the start. Now, look at you, bruised up from head to toe, and cheated out of your eddies.”

“That son of a bitch promised me half the cut,” V recalls bitterly, her chest heaving from the fierce anger spreading all throughout. “I’m gonna make sure Cruz regrets asking me for help.”

The merc stalks off to her stash, muttering low under her breath how she plans on raising hell the next time she crosses paths with him. As V polishes her guns (something she typically does to calm herself), Johnny approaches the small room to the side with the same cocky attitude that would surely piss her off even more.

He can’t help himself at times; he sure does love pushing V’s buttons.

“You done whining or what?”

Rolling her eyes, V turns her head to see Johnny standing there as he takes a drag on his cigarette. Normally, she doesn’t mind him smoking around her, but after an exhausting night where things didn’t work out in her favor, she was quickly reaching her boiling point. “You better clean up all that ash on the floor when you’re done.”

“Since when did you start caring about this shithole of an apartment being neat?” Johnny comments, more so as a tease, and this earns him another scowl. “Don’t waste your energy on Cruz. He’ll get what’s coming to him.”

“Didn’t know you believed in karma,” V adds, narrowing her eyes.

Devilishly, he smirks at her, tossing the cigarette butt to the floor then crushing it with his shoe. “Hon, there’s a lot of things you still don’t know about me.”

“Yeah,” she agrees before brushing past Johnny. “I’m heading out.”

His figure glitches momentarily, reminding V that he was nothing but a ghost residing in her mind, despite how real he feels. Even if she wants to leave this “shithole of an apartment” for some semblance of peace and quiet, she knows Johnny will only follow. He’s tethered to her for what could possibly be the rest of her life.

And yet, no matter how big of an asshole Silverhand was, she’s grown fond of his presence.

Not that she would mention it out loud. Ever.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

“Out,” V simply states, wondering what the point in Johnny asking her that question when he could easily find it out for himself was.

It’s truly unfair how he can read her thoughts, but she can’t read any of his.

He chuckles low. “Gon’ pay a joy toy to fuck tonight?”

“No, I’m going out for a drive, distract myself from that shitshow earlier. You better leave me alone.”

“Well, I’m a little insulted,” Johnny snorts, feigning offense. “I thought you liked my company.”

“I’m tired of your company. You never shut that mouth of yours.”

Before V could head to the door, she feels a metal hand encircling her wrist, holding her in place. She glances behind her, meeting Johnny’s deep, dark eyes, which hid a multitude of secrets. It’s been a while since she has felt a touch that wasn’t full of malice. Though his palm is cold from the material it’s made out of, a distinct heat spreads through her body—

It was a familiar warmth, one that radiates from V at his mere touch.

And when Johnny’s lips curl into a shit-eating grin, she knows that he has sensed it too.

“Shut my mouth? I think I can do something else much better than that.”

Johnny’s gravelly voice fuels the desire burning deep within V as he pulls her closer, her feet moving at their own accord. “God, I wish you came with an off-switch.”

“Don’t pretend you’re not enjoying this little game we’ve been playing.”

V doesn’t respond, her pulse quickening with anticipation. She lets out a shuddering moan when Johnny leans in, his hot breath grazing her silky skin before his lips crash against hers, possessively. He floods V’s senses all at once as he hungrily kisses her, letting him take the reins.

It would be a lie for V to say she’s never pictured a moment like this. A moment where she finally succumbs to Johnny’s charm and allows him to lay claim on her. It’s always been a constant dance between the two, a chemistry disguised as indifference, a craving left unspoken. Amidst the degrading insults and the snarky attitudes, deep down, they have always wanted the same thing—

To fuck each other’s brains out.

“Still tired of my company, V?”

“Just shut the fuck up for once and take off your pants.”

The grin on his face hasn’t disappeared. It only grows broader. “Ask, and you shall receive.”

Johnny roughly grabs V at the waist, his fingers curling underneath the hem of her shirt as he pushes her towards the bed. His mouth latches onto her neck, no doubt marking her for all of Night City to see.

They fell onto the mattress without finesse, similar to how V kisses Johnny feverishly, all tongue and teeth. Void of tenderness and only driven by the urgency of lust. She was too distracted by her want to care for the taste of tobacco from his last smoke. The hands traveling every inch of V’s frame lights up a fire in her, bringing a high that no drug on the black market could ever do.

Surprisingly, Johnny allows her to take the lead for a bit when she straddles him, his hardening cock pressing up against her aching cunt. She gages his reaction as she grinds on his clothed erection, a wicked smile forming to the sight of him being teased.

“You like that, huh? Fuck, I can’t wait to have you inside of me.” She feels herself growing wetter and wetter, losing patience just as swiftly as the man under her.

Without warning, Johnny flips them both over, the length of his body now pressed against hers from above. He wastes no time peeling V’s shirt and bra off, pausing for the briefest of seconds to admire her bare breasts. His cybernetic hand squeezes one soft mound as his lips descend on the other. She moans, and they were pure music to his ears, sounds that were so beautiful he could write endless songs about them.

“J-Johnny,” V stutters out his name, unable to contain herself anymore. She doesn’t remember the last time someone has quickly reduced her into a mess, and desperately she wanted, needed more.

The way his name trembles from her mouth drives Johnny into a frenzy, simpering at the fact he really hasn’t done much yet, but it was enough to leave V quivering. She looks too sinful beneath Johnny, too delectable. He’s well-aware of how long she’s gone without sex, and he’s now bent on ending that sad streak of hers.

Hastily, Johnny removes V’s pants and underwear in one quick go, his gaze devouring her beauty like a starved man staring at his meal. “Wow, you’re fucking drenched down there.”

“Fuck,” she gasps, one hand reaching forward to grip at his lengthy locks as soon as he delves in to taste her dripping nectar for the first time.

“You enjoying yourself there, baby?” Johnny’s inquiry needs no response. He could already tell she is solely by the way her eyes flutter shut, her head lolling to the side.

One lick. Two licks. Three. He surely knew how to work that deft tongue of his.

Johnny’s cock continues to throb in the confines of his trousers as his lips encircle V’s swollen bud, but he doesn’t end there. She wants more, and he’s willing to give her just that.

More.

V squirms when two chrome fingers enter her heat, stretching out her walls to prepare her for the serious pounding coming up. She’s lost in the sensations, unable to form a coherent thought or word. Johnny’s tempo was slow at first; tantalizing, nearly torturous. But once he starts moving faster, pumping even harder and reaching that sweet, sweet spot of hers, she begins to pant wildly as she fucks herself on his hand to get more friction.

“Holy shit, you’re a goddess,” he croaks after pulling back to study the needy woman looking back at him through half-lidded eyes. V is tight around his fingers, and he could only imagine how it would be like with his cock buried deep inside her instead.

Each rough stroke of Johnny’s digits against her wet walls brought V closer and closer to the brink of orgasm, her moans increasing in both volume and frequency. He urges her to let go, whispering into her ear how he wants to see and feel her coming. The gruffness in his tone turned her on even more, and V soon finds herself falling over the precipice, flushing hot with euphoria as Johnny watches, awestruck.

Satisfied, he beams at his work, which was only half of what he intends to do this evening. Being gracious, Johnny gives V an ample minute to recover, using the downtime to wipe the glistening wetness coating his beard before tasting the juices he’s collected.

Delicious, he thinks. She tastes as good as she looks.

V eventually comes back to her senses, propping herself up on her elbows as she gazes at Johnny with an almost dazed expression. “Perhaps the rumors are actually true.”

“Which one?” Silverhand asks, ridding himself of his clothes at the foot of her bed.

V pauses prior to answering, the sound of metal clinking filling the air as he unbuckles his belt, stripping off his leather pants afterwards.

“That you’re the best pussy eater in town,” she then reveals, glancing up briefly to see the smug look on his face before her gaze falls to his groin again.

Of course, Johnny chooses to go commando, and no, she wasn’t shocked at all.  

Silently, she marvels at the dick nestled in a thick bush of dark hair. Girthy and long with a slight curve upwards, the thought of it being inside her, barely fitting, made her mouth water. He wasn’t lying when he casually mentioned having an impressive cock.

It definitely did not disappoint.

“Oh sweetheart, that was nothing,” Johnny declares before climbing back on top of V, settling in between her legs. “The main act is just beginning.”

She doesn’t wait for Johnny to kiss her. In an instant, V’s lips were on his, her tongue pushing into his mouth, faintly tasting herself at the same time. Meanwhile, Johnny grips the base of his leaking cock, rubbing its engorged head against her slick folds that had her breathing heavily. V cants her hips impatiently, and through their kiss, he chuckles at her eagerness.

“So desperate for my cock, aren’t you?” Johnny husks mockingly. “How badly do you want me, slut? I wanna hear you say it.”

A moan escapes her throat at his words as he rubs his tip against her clit. V wants him so, so bad that she’s begging incessantly, something she never does in any of her past fucks. Usually, she was in complete control, never the one to relinquish her power.

Maybe that was the reason why V was utterly drunk with pleasure from this steamy session with Johnny. It’s good not to be in control for once.

“Shit, Johnny. Please, just fuck me already. Fill me up,” V pleads, now helpless at this point. She has to come again, this time around his cock. She repeats her keening over and over again, hoping that it was enough to feed into Johnny’s ego and finally show her mercy.

“Well, since you asked so nicely…”

Tugging at his cock, Johnny forces V’s legs to spread wider as she waits for him, mesmerized. Her pussy was soaked from his ministrations, but when he starts pushing into V, the burning stretch of her walls trying to accommodate his thick length leaves her in tears.

Those tears, however, weren’t entirely from the pain. V was also shedding tears because of how full Johnny makes her feel.

“Fucking hell, V,” he groans as she clamps down on him. “You’re so fucking tight. Damn, why didn’t we do this sooner?”

“We were too busy pretending to hate each other,” V replies, digging her nails into Johnny’s back when he begins to move.

His thrusts are slow but rough— as if he’s getting accustomed to the wondrous feeling of being inside of V. It doesn’t last long, though. Johnny has always been a hard and fast kind of guy, the one that does two or three more rounds before passing out. He’s bragged about his amazing stamina as well, and despite V believing she could match it, she probably won’t be able to tonight.

Not when he’s fucking her into the mattress like this for their very first time together.

Johnny’s brutal pace doesn’t falter. He pounds into V harder, faster, rougher; as if his life depends on it, the obscene sounds of flesh slapping against flesh bouncing off every corner of the room. His slick pre-come mixes with her honeyed essence, allowing him to seamlessly reach the depths of her center. Sweat drips down the side of his face as he maneuvers his mechanical hand to wrap around V’s delicate neck, adding pressure when she doesn’t resist.

“That’s it, baby,” Johnny growls next to her ear, rolling his hips as he squeezes her throat tighter. “You’re making me feel so good. I’ve always known you were a dirty whore.”

V’s gasping and thrashing, but she doesn’t want him to stop. She loves the rush of blood through her head far too much, especially with Johnny slamming harshly into her. It gives her a thrill she has never experienced with anyone else. Pretty sure he’s ruining her for others.

But whether this was part of his intentions or not, V doesn’t know. Nor she cares enough to figure it out.

“Fuck, you’re such a good girl for me, V. Look at you, taking all of my cock like the fucking slut you are. You’ve wanted this for a while, haven’t you? You practically dream about me every night, and don’t you deny it.”

She doesn’t. Johnny was right, though it doesn’t really matter at this very second. His hold on V loosens for her to speak, and she inhales as much air her lungs could possibly take. She could feel it again, the ultimate high she’s been chasing once more. Johnny’s shaft dragging against her pulsing walls brings her even closer to it, building up the pleasure rising in the pit of her stomach.

“I-I’m close,” V warns, the pressure inside her threatening to break free. “Shit, Johnny, I’m gonna come soon.”

Johnny’s hips jerked harder, causing V to cry out. “Yeah? You’re gonna come? Don’t worry, I’m gonna make sure you come on my cock.”

Halting, he drapes her left leg over his shoulder, allowing him to slide in deeper than he has before. Johnny then pushes his metallic thumb into V’s mouth, and without prompt, she swirls her tongue around it, coating it with her saliva. Not missing a beat, his movement resumes, all bruising and all punishing. He brings his wetted finger on her sensitive pearl, stroking it as if he’s playing his guitar on stage.

The change in angle proves to be the final straw for V, who’s litany of high-pitch moans spurs Johnny to fuck her even more forcefully. Again and again, she takes everything he gives her, and in turn, she encourages him to follow her into the abyss. Her pussy caresses his cock with every frantic push and pull, and she notices how he’s gradually picking up speed, losing his rhythm in the process.

“Your cunt belongs to mine now,” Johnny mutters, gritting his teeth, and it’s becoming clear to V that he’s holding back just for her. “Come on, V. Let go, let go for me.”

Lust-blown eyes lock with V’s own, wordlessly urging her one last time to come undone. Several sharp thrusts later, she finds herself clenching around Johnny’s cock, her orgasm shooting through her like a rain of bullets. Unabashedly, V shouts as her vision whitens, intense waves of ecstasy washing over her shaking body. She’s too absorbed in bliss to realize right away that Johnny was still in her, dick hard and ready for a similar release.

Once she finds her bearings, V grinds her hips against Johnny’s, and immediately, his nails dig into her as he begins to move inside her yet again.

“Don’t stop, Johnny,” she purrs, watching him fuck her with both fast and long strokes. “I want you to cum deep inside me, baby. Shit, I want it so badly. Please, give it to me. Please…”

With a strained moan, Johnny suddenly climaxes, snarling as he shoots searing ropes of his thick, creamy cum into V, painting her inner walls with white. His features contort with pleasure as he throws his head back, his breathing shallow and ragged. When his heart rate returns somewhat back to normal, he slowly pulls his softening cock out, smirking at the sight of his load dripping out of her.

Afterwards, he flops down beside V with a huff, joining her as she stares blankly up at the ceiling. Johnny clears his throat as he shifts closer to V, who instinctively rests her head on his chest. His cyber arm curls around her, and she sighs deeply, seemingly content.

“How about that for a fucking distraction?” He says, recalling how the two of them got here in the place. “Don’t even have to go on a ride to clear your mind. Feel free to ride me instead.”

V laughs at his jest. “It was a great fuck, the best one I’ve ever had if I’m honest. But I’m still going after Cruz.”

Johnny hums in response, seeing V’s weary eyes growing heavier. “Fine, but just to let you know, what happened between us isn’t a one-time thing.”

“Fuck, I hope not. You’re stuck with me till the end of the world, buddy.”

“It’s a good thing you have an amazing pussy then.”

V smacks him lightly as exhaustion begins to take over. Sure, she was still pissed she didn’t get her eddies, but at least now she knows the prick named Johnny Silverhand was surprisingly a cuddler.

And that piece of information was worth gold.

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[parker-razor]

show me, feel me, teach me - ch. 4

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series masterlist!

female!reader x mando

word count: 2.8k

series summary: during a drinking game, you let slip that you don’t know much about sex. mando offers to show you what you’ve been missing, and you happily accept.

warnings: smut that’s so filthy it’s insane (extended warnings under the cut), lotssss of fluff, mentions of insecurities

a/n: today’s the first day i didn’t have to work in awhile and i had to write some more... this chapter in particular made me all blushy so lemme grab my vibrator real quick

extended warnings: somnophilia, oral (m and f receiving), thigh riding, grinding, cum eating, masturbation, multiple orgasms

*****

You watched Mando as he hauled the heavy, limp bounty up the ramp of the ship. You had offered to help, but Mando, ever the gentleman, refused. So, you and the kid watched him drag the lifeless body into the Crest, and into carbonite.

Apparently, Mando had gotten so excited to see you when he made it back to the ship last night that he abandoned the body at the foot of the ship and scurried inside and into your quarters. It wasn’t like the body was going anywhere, Mando had argued. He just needed to see you.

After your little… chat over the comm, Mando was still rearing to be with you. As soon as you had fallen asleep at the end of your call, he jumped to his feet and continued on his hunt at a speed he had yet to hunt at. He had thought that after getting some of his drive for you out of his system that he could rest for a while before he kept hunting. But just the opposite happened; hearing your voice, your moans, the way your words hit him right in the chest… Maker he just had to get back to you.

He couldn’t help himself when he saw you splayed out on your bed. Your tank top was almost see through, and you only had a pair of underwear on as bottoms. He just needed a taste.

After he quietly stripped his armor and clothes off him, he gently pulled your underwear down to your knees and knelt down on the bed. He must’ve not smelled too great after days of hunting, but he was too drunk on your presence to be self-conscious.

He couldn’t stop himself from delving between your thighs, making out with your dripping cunt. It must have still been wet from your earlier orgasm, or maybe you were dreaming of him. Maker, he hoped you were.

You were asleep, so it didn’t totally matter if he tasted you with any technique or rhythm. Flicking your clit with no real purpose other than to have your taste in his mouth, to have his tongue flooded with your essence. His cock hardened at an ungodly rate, and he couldn’t help but start stroking himself fast. He didn’t care about his pleasure, or frankly your pleasure; he just wanted to taste you.

All the sudden, he heard you speak up, and you were coming into his mouth with a vengeance, and he came all over his hand with you.

He didn’t want to bother you too much, so he figured one orgasm was enough (for now). He crawled up to you, kissing your shoulders and your neck and your cheeks. You had no doubt fallen back to sleep by then, and Mando was overwhelmed with sleep as well. He drifted off with his head rested on your chest, your hands carded through his curls as his breathing slowed.

Mando had never been with a woman like he had been with you. Sure, he hadn’t technically been with you in the biblical sense just yet, but this was so different. He had had one-night stands when he had time to spare on a hunt, some girl in a bar who gawked at his armor who he figured would be willing to let him get his frustrations out. A grateful damsel he saved, who was coincidentally being attacked by the bounty he was tracking. Not many women, but enough to know just what he was doing and just how to make someone writhe in pleasure.

But you… you were radiant.

Your beauty was unconventional; your skin rolled around your waist, your stomach hung over just a little with stretch marks littering your inner thighs and hips. When you slept, your neck folded into little rolls. But Mando adored all of it. Not in a patronizing way, but because you were truly just gorgeous. Not despite of your flaws, but because of them. They weren’t flaws to Mando, they were just what made you more and more perfect.

Many of the women he had been with exaggerated their pleasure. It wasn’t fake, just turned up a bit because they figured it would make Mando more confident. Mando hated that, when women would be dramatic when displaying their pleasure. You never did that, though. Your sounds were… primal. Like you were trying to hold them in, but you felt so good that you couldn’t help it. They were involuntary grunts, yells, and gasps. Just the memory of it made Mando hard under his armor.

Not to mention, you had never felt this way before. You didn’t know that there was an expectation for women to be loud and exaggerated in bed. The sounds you made were all you, and that is what got to Mando most.

Mando was pulled out of his daydreams as you approached him, feeling around his arms and shoulders.

“Do you have any cuts? What do you need treated? We don’t have a ton of bacta kits left, but if you really need it then-“

“I’m okay, I’m not hurt. Just a little bruised. All I want is some food and to hang out with you and the kid.”

You and Mando had grown accustomed to eating or drinking back-to-back since the drinking game that started all of this. It was better than Mando locking himself away in his quarters; he hadn’t shared a meal with someone in years. But being able to chat with you and enjoy his food was a luxury.

“What did this guy do?” you asked as you munched on some bread and cheese.

“No clue. They never really tell me, which I kinda get. A lot of these guys are scum bags, they should be ashamed,” Mando responded, taking a sip of water.

“Did this one put up a fight?”

“At first, but then he realized he couldn’t beat me.” You shivered for a moment, thinking about Mando’s strength. You knew the armor added another layer to make him seem bigger and stronger, but even without it he was built. He didn’t have a six-pack, he wasn’t totally shredded, but Maker, was he strong. His arms, his chest, his broad fucking shoulders, they made you needy. You had seen him knock out a man in one punch, some guy who had grabbed your ass at a bar. You didn’t know at the time why you felt an ache between your legs when you saw that, but now you do after your lessons.

After you had both eaten and fed Grogu, Mando decided it was time to depart to catch his second bounty. You grabbed any gear still lingering outside the ship, secured any loose weapons, and in no time Mando was preparing to take off. You were off to Naboo this time, a planet you had been dying to visit. Almost all of the planets Mando had taken you to were either barren or covered in buildings, large urban areas. Naboo was green, apparently, with beautiful buildings and cascading waterfalls. You couldn’t wait.

Mando sat in the pilot’s chair as you sat behind him in the passenger’s seat. Grogu, still exhausted from the three-day strike on sleep, snoozed in his enclosed pram in the captain’s quarters. So it was just you and Mando…

It was a bumpy takeoff; although Mando was a great pilot, the Crest wasn’t exactly shiny and new. The ship left Tattoine’s atmosphere, and after a few minutes of cruising in empty space, Mando put the ship into hyperspace.

It was quiet as Mando hit some random buttons and you watched the stars fly by you at an insane speed. You thought about last night, not remembering much other than coming hard. Were you dreaming? You remember waking to Mando’s arms around your waist and his face buried in your chest, but everything during the night was a blur.

“When… when you came back last night, did you fall right to sleep? Or did you-“

“Eat your pussy? Yeah, I just wanted to taste you. I hope that’s okay.” You gulped, slightly shocked at Mando’s bluntness. You were only really used to hearing him talk dirty while in the act, not him bringing it up so casually. You squirmed a bit in your seat, causing Mando to turn back to look at you.

“What, you like that? You like that I couldn’t wait for you to wake up before I tasted your cum? Yeah, I bet you do, pretty girl,” he rasped, making you whine and your legs clench together.

“Why don’t you come sit?”

“I’m… already sitting, Mando.”

“No, come sit over here, with me. On me.” Stars.

You rose from your seat as Mando turned his chair to face you so you’d have room to sit without the control panel in the way. His legs spread, and he sat back in his chair with his arms resting on his knees. Kriff, he looked so fucking good.

You weren’t sure how Mando wanted you to sit on him, so you straddled one of his thighs, gasping as the hard metal plate met your core.

“Oh, is that what you want, sweet thing? You wanna sit on my thigh?”

“Yeah Mando, can I please?”

“Of course, baby, just wasn’t expecting you to sit on me like that.” You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling yourself in closer to him. As you moved closer, you couldn’t ignore the way it felt when you rubbed yourself on his armored thigh. It felt fucking good, the same friction you felt when Mando would use his fingers on you. Out of instinct, you couldn’t help but do it again.

“Oh fuck, is my good girl gonna grind on my thigh? Does that feel good?” You whined, Mando’s hands grasping your hips to encourage your movements. “Go ahead, baby, get yourself off on me. Take what’s yours.”

“M-Mando… feels s-so good…” Your hips sped up as the friction continued to nurse the ache growing in your cunt.

“Want it to feel better, honey? Here, let me show you,” Mando groaned, lifting you so you were planted not on his thigh, but directly over his crotch. He wasn’t wearing a codpiece, you didn’t expect him to when all he was doing was flying. So you gasped when you felt his hard cock rub up against you cunt.

“Oh, s-stars, Mando, I like this a lot…”

“Yeah? You like feeling my cock rub on you? Go ahead, grind on it, make yourself feel good.” His grip on your hips were bruising as you ground your pussy hard onto his crotch. The head of his cock nudged itself right against your clit between your clothes, making your eyes cross and hands grasp at Mando’s shoulders.

“Oh, I bet that feels s-so good, pretty girl, it feels good for m-me too… Fuck, I can feel how wet you are, it’s seeping through my pants. Keep going, you’re doing so good for me.”

Your moans got louder and louder, sounding out as “uh uhs.” Your eyebrows creased together, and Mando grabbed your cheeks to tilt your eyes down towards his.

“Look at me, baby, let me see you when you cum. Let me look into your eyes. Maker, your p-pussy is so wet, I can feel it. Come on baby I know you wanna cum, go ahead and cum.” You were shouting now, your moans echoing in the cockpit. This was the closest the two of you had gotten to fucking, and the idea of Mando’s cock being so close to your cunt sent you over the edge.

Warmth flooded you, and your legs shook violently as you came. Your thighs clenched over and over around his hips, keeping your eyes right on his visor.

“Fuck, Mando, fuck fuck, Mando, Mando!”

“Yeah, that’s it, good girl. So f-fucking good for me.” As you came down, you noticed Mando was still hard. And you still wanted him.

“Can… Can I have you? In my mouth?”

“Shit, baby, you want me to cum in your mouth?”

“Please, Mando, want you to feel good. Want your cock down my throat.” You shakily climbed off his lap and knelt to the ground. Your hands trembled as they came up to his pants, tugging at the waistband until his cock sprung up against his armor. You looked at the thigh you had just been grinding on, and saw there was a wet spot staining his armor. It made you want to cum again.

“I’m not gonna last long baby, already so close,” Mando rasped out, his chest heaving up and down in anticipation.

“I don’t care, I just need you to tell me what to do.”

“Gladly, sweet girl. Start by licking the tip, yeah just like that.” You flicked the bead of precum leaking from Mando’s cock, his taste flooding your mouth. You swirled your tongue around the tip, eventually licking down his shaft. You had almost forgotten how big he was… almost.

“Fuck, you’re doing so good. Y-You want to put it in your mouth now? You got this, baby, take it nice and- oh f-fuck me.” Your actions interrupted Mando’s train of thought, his cock entering the warm wet of your mouth. You weren’t totally sure what to do from there; Mando had just said he wanted his cock in your mouth, so now what?

“Okay, baby, you know how you stroked my cock with your hand the other day? Just do the same with your mouth, and suck while you do it. G-gonna do so well for me, I know it.” You did as he said, and his reaction was instantaneous. He moaned out so loud you’d think the whole ship could hear it. It finally hit you that Mando’s cock was in your mouth, and stars if that didn’t make a new wave of wetness flood your inner thighs. You couldn’t stop yourself from pushing your hand down your pants, rubbing your clit like Mando taught you as you sucked on him.

“H-Holy shit, baby, are you touching yourself? You rubbing that little clit? Do I make you that wet, pretty one? F-Fuck you’re doing so good, feels so good. Y-You’re a natural…” His words made you moan around his cock, the vibrations making his hips buck up into your mouth. For a second he was worried he’d gone too far, until you pushed your head down even further.

“Fuck, such a g-good girl for me, g-gonna cum in your m-mouth, d-don’t stoppp.” You sucked hard at the tip as your fingers circled faster on your clit, and you were already falling over the edge. Mando’s cum flooded your mouth as he moaned out your name, and his taste made you writhe on your fingers, white flooding your vision. The whines around Mando’s cock as you came made his orgasm last even longer, leaving him totally breathless. It took him a moment to realize that you were still probably holding his cum in your mouth, causing him to jump up and come to your aid.

“Shit, baby, here’s a rag, you can-“ He was stopped short when he noticed you breathing heavily below you, mouth agape and… empty.

“Wait, what did you do with…”

“I swallowed it. I like how you taste,” you whined, totally out of breath and fucked out. Mando’s head hit the back of his seat in awe of how hot you were, swallowing his cum the first time you took him in your mouth, just because you liked it.

“Fuck, come here, baby. Come sit in my lap, let me love on you.” You clambered up into his lap with shaky legs, overwhelmed with the amount of dopamine that flooded your brain. You were still trying to catch your breath as you rested your head on his shoulder as he rubbed your back. These were the moments you held with you when Mando was gone; his comforting touch, how gentle he was despite the damage you knew he could do. You kissed the sliver of skin that peaked out between his collar and his helmet, at which he pulled you in closer to his chest.

All the sudden you heard a crash from below the cockpit and a loud wail… Grogu.

*****

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[lady-of-the-lotus]

The Undershirt

The Sleuth of the Ming Dynasty - Suitang - 2k - G - first kiss fluff - AO3!

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“Hand it over,” orders Sui Zhou.

Tang Fan pouts, a pout somewhere in between his “I’m hungry, feed me” face and “Dinner was an hour late, I almost died” face.

“I ran out of clean ones,” he says when Sui Zhou holds out his hand, “and I had to pack in a hurry—”

“I had only three rules. Rule one: Don’t mess up my house again—”

“Alright, alright,” Tang Fan says before Sui Zhou can lecture him. Leave it to Sui Zhou to take an inventory of his clothes as soon as he got home, all because Tang Fan had left his things just the tiniest bit mussed! “Take your stupid undershirt back; it’s too big on me anyway.”

Sui Zhou turns back to his cooking as Tang Fan slips halfway out of his robe, making a face as he removes the undershirt. Missing Sui Zhou, Tang Fan had pilfered the distinctive draped-neck garment from his things after he’d left on his ill-fated “business trip.” “Happy now, Sui-baihu?”

Sui Zhou glances up briefly from the soup, eyes flickering over Tang Fan. Sui Zhou’s handsome features are soft in the warm yellow candlelight and the orange glow of the stove. “Better.”

Tang Fan stands there with his robes draped around his waist, chest exposed, shyly holding the undershirt in front of him, watching Sui Zhou’s strong, sure hands as they slice vegetables and meat and then, once dinner is cooking, assemble the dessert, grinding the sesame seeds and working the delicate mixture.

A swell of fondness fills Tang Fan’s chest as Sui Zhou puts the finishing touches on the little sesame cakes, decorating each with a pink circle of honeyed flower petals.

"Aren't you going to put the undershirt back on?” Tang Fan asks as Sui Zhou puts the last petal in place. Most of the shyness has worn off as Sui Zhou tells him about how he developed the recipe, his deep voice low and soothing as it fills the cozy little kitchen.

"Later." Sui Zhou glances up, eyes flickering once again over Tang Fan's bare chest before returning to his work. Perhaps it's the warm glow of the candle, but Tang Fan imagines there's a hint of color in Sui Zhou's cheeks.

Too late it occurs to him that he should have at least put his robes back up over his arms and chest. Jiejie had driven it through his head that to wear robes without an undershirt was uncouth and a sure way to get the robes dirty, but…

"Do you still have your prison clothes? That was a good look." The question escapes Tang Fan before he can censor himself. "I mean—your uniform is good too—I mean, your normal undershirt is better than that prison one.” He dangles the undershirt from his fingertips, as if this question was just an extension of him returning Sui Zhou's undershirt. “I mean...”

Sui Zhou cranes his neck away slightly, as if trying to avoid looking at Tang Fan but probably only checking to make sure Dong'er isn't nearby to see Tang Fan in this state of undress. "Be careful with that. You're going to set the kitchen on fire again."

Grinning, and more at ease now that the conversation is back in familiar teasing territory, Tang Fan sidles closer to Sui Zhou, waving his shirt near where the mutton soup is bubbling on the fire. "Oh, that was on purpose. You know, to get you to free Dong'er—"

Sui Zhou gives him that look of his, the one that appears completely expressionless but in fact contains a half dozen emotions from all corners of the spectrum. "You set fire to my house on purpose?"

"Well—"

"What about the time you fell asleep with the candle beside your bed, and the time you tripped and fell holding the lamp—"

"Fine, it wasn't on purpose. But the bad food was! I can cook, if I wanted to—”

"You can't cook."

Tang Fan inches closer. He's not quite sure why. "You could teach me."

Sui Zhou frowns slightly. "You step foot in my kitchen without me here, and you sleep outside with the sheep."

Tang Fan wrinkles his nose. "The sheep has a name ."

"Li Qing?"

Tang Fan almost drops the undershirt on the stove. "How did you—”

Sui Zhou turns away again as if to hide a grin. Li Qing is the main character of Tang Fan's magnum opus, My Sexy Lady .

"You didn't read it!" Tang Fan leans forward in consternation. He's not sure why he's so thrown. It's a brilliantly-written work, like all of his books, but somehow to have Sui Zhou privy to—to all that — "Wang Zhi told you or something—wait till I get my hands on him!"

Sui Zhou is definitely holding back a grin. "I liked the part where the ‘sexy lady’ sets fire to Shi Yang's house after she thinks he stole her necklace."

"That never happened! She never did anything half so crazy!”

Sui Zhou is no longer holding back his smile. "Maybe in the sequel, My Sexy Wife."

Tang Fan laughs out loud. People who don't know Sui Zhou think he's stiff and cold and completely humorless, but Tang Fan knows better. It's subtle, but Sui Zhou's sense of humor and appreciation of the outlandish is definitely there. If it weren't, Tang Fan doesn't think he would get along with him as well as he does.

Which, when he stops to think of it, is rather odd. His getting along with him so well, not the sense of humor. Despite having lived in the capital for years, and having many acquaintances, Tang Fan has few close friends. As he knows he’s a delight to be around, never complaining and generously standing people meals, he can only assume it’s a failing in other people.

A failing that Sui Zhou evidently doesn’t have, to appreciate Tang Fan’s virtues, both hidden and overt.

It’s not that Tang Fan annoys people. That can’t possibly be it, no matter what Jiejie says. But he can’t deny that not everyone appreciates him, and that hurts, sometimes.

A sudden thought, and Tang Fan abruptly stops laughing. Why did Sui Zhou pick that example? Surely it was just a joke after what they'd been talking about—he knows it is—but of all characters to pick—

Tang Fan had based a lot of Li Qing on himself. Like him, she's a beautiful genius often put-upon by those who fail to appreciate her properly, driven to do the right thing at whatever costs, someone who appreciates fine food and faces the world with a smile no matter how she's feeling.

No. Sui Zhou is just teasing him, as usual. That's it. He probably hadn't even finished the book...

He wants to ask Sui Zhou if he liked the book, but despite it being his best-selling work, he’s hesitant to ask. Sui Zhou is nothing if not honest, and what if he didn’t truly like it?

Tang Fan resolves to start work on a sequel that night. Perhaps Shi Yang could enter the imperial guards and, together with Li Qing, solve a series of increasingly exciting mysteries that pit them against the world. Back to back, they’ll chase justice and stand strong against the winds of—

“Here.” Sui Zhou slides the plate of sesame cakes towards him. “For coming to get me.”

Tang Fan grins. “You mean rescuing you.”

Sui Zhou turns back to the soup. "Just eat them."

Tang Fan inches even closer, more to annoy Sui Zhou than anything else, he thinks. "Go on, say it. I rescued you."

"Keep this up, and you're getting kicked out of my kitchen."

" Your kitchen? Why is it—oh, right. It's your house." Tang Fan looks down at the sesame cakes. It's almost a shame to eat them, they’re so beautifully decorated. "Am I allowed to eat them before dinner, or are you going to get all sulky?"

Sui Zhou gives Tang Fan a look as if to say, I'm not the childish one here, and reaches for a sesame cake just as Tang Fan does. Their fingers brush, and tingling current runs up Tang Fan's arm. Startled, he jerks away, dropping Sui Zhou's undershirt on the stove.

Spattered in mutton grease, it erupts in a column of flame.

"Augh!" Panicking, Tang Fan drops the shirt in the soup. “Put it out! Put it out!”

Sui Zhou snatches the shirt out of the soup and drops it in a pot of water. "What did I just tell you about setting my house on fire?"

Smiling weakly, Tang Fan begins sidling in the opposite direction as Sui Zhou comes closer. "You startled me! You grabbed at me just as I was trying to eat, I haven't eaten all day, I was hungry, you forced me to take a cake—"

He bumps up against the wall. Sui Zou leans over him, one arm framing him, his face a mix of exasperation and—and fondness, Tang Fan wants to believe, though it’s hard to when there's a charred, soup-soaked undershirt not five feet away.

"It wasn't my fault I burned your shirt!" Tang Fan continues bravely. Whining has always worked on Old Pei and Jiejie, though he still hasn’t quite learned the exact point Jiejie’s indulgence tips over into slapping-him-across-the-face territory, hence all the slapping. "Tired after weeks of traveling, traveling across half the empire to rescue you, if you recall, weeks of seasickness and danger and unpadded saddles and not being able to finish my rice noodles in the one good restaurant between here and I thought you were dead at one point, and that was almost as bad as the noo—"

Sui Zhou bends forward and kisses him.

Tang Fan goes rigid.

Did—did Sui Zhou just—

Sui Zhou kisses him again, as if to clear up any doubts.

"Well, that's one way to stop you from talking," he says.

Tang Fan's heart is beating like a war drum, but strangely enough it's not from nerves. There's a smile on Sui Zhou's lips (rather full lips, he notices. Until now he's been too distracted by his arms and shoulders and—well—all the rest of him, most likely), and there's definite fondness in his eyes.

"I once talked through an acupuncture session for a sore tooth," Tang Fan says boastingly, more to calm his nerves than anything else.

He’s never been kissed before. Or rather, being a man, perhaps it was more appropriate to say he’d never kissed anyone before.

He’d always changed the subject when Old Pei brought it up. The local girls had never interested him, and he’d never though there were other— options—

"You can ask him at dinner,” he blusters on, pulse fluttering. “I was probably able to give him some good tips and pointers, I once read a book on acupuncture that—"

Sui Zhou shuts him up again, cupping his face in his hand. It smells of honey and spice, the callused palm somehow soft against Tang Fan's cheek, his long fingers curling around the back of his neck as he kisses him.

Tang Fan is suddenly very aware that he's half-naked, but it's somehow nice being around Sui Zhou like that, not uncomfortable as he's sometimes felt in the past around others. Natural, despite his first-time nerves.

He suddenly realizes that Sui Zhou is looking down at him as if waiting for him to say or do something.

"Am I allowed to speak again?" Tang Fan asks.

Sui Zhou half-smiles. "Nothing could stop you from talking for very long."

"I want another one of your undershirts, but a black one this time. I saw one tucked away in the chest, but Dong'er said it wouldn’t match my robes, though what does she know? I want the black undershirt, and—"

"Black to hide any future char?"

"This was an accident! You startled me!"

"The one you were wearing today is mostly black now, after you set it on fi—"

Tang Fan kisses him.

"You're right," he says, grinning at Sui Zhou, who seems to have forgotten how to speak. "That does work."

*

AO3

[himbo-kuto]

number one

i hope all of you dealing with finals are kickin some ass out there!! i know right now it feels like finals are kickin our ass but WE BAD BITCHES AND WE WONT GO DOWN WITHOUT A GOOD FIGHT!!! i hope that this fluffy ass brainrot of a drabble helps relieve some of the stress!!

pairing: reader x daichi genre: marshmallow fluff  warnings: it gets spicy for like a second / one (1) curse word / mentions timeskip daichi word count: 2.1k banner credit: @ etcetera.art on instagram

with the end of the semester coming to an end, the amount of stress that has been piling on your shoulders was getting almost unbearable. yesterday was your third day staying up past 4am and daichi was starting to worry about your health. at first he understood, knowing that you worked more efficiently at night, but he couldn’t help but notice the darkness pooling under your eyes. sure you sat in bed with him curled around you in the weirdest of formations as he tried to work around your little set up. but he missed the feeling of your warmth and the feeling was more than mutual. you felt yourself growing cranky as all you wanted to do was be enveloped in his big strong arms while getting lost in his eyes as he cuddled you to sleep. 

it was a typical work day for daichi, having gone to the station early in the morning when you were seeing yourself to bed. when you woke up from your nap, that short interaction felt like such a blur, but what he didn’t know was that after days of grinding out paper after paper, having meeting after meeting, (at least for tonight) you were able to take some time off. you were determined to use all of this free time dedicated to your man. that led you to ordering both of your favorite meals and decorating your room with all the fairy lights and fake decorative candles you could find within your possession. 

daichi has always been a pillar of support for you, even before you two started dating you always knew that he was a dependable man. whether that was staying up late with you in a panic as you had lost a whole section of your research paper and had to rewrite it, or driving to get you your favorite coffee after work, you really appreciated everything he has done for you.  only god knows what you did in your life to deserve a man such as sawamura daichi. 

you had just finished drying your hair as you heard the sound of the keypad unlocking the door. a faint squeak escaped your lips as you quickly grabbed his favorite perfume and gave yourself a few quick spritzes. giving the room the quickest final glance, you charged through the living room making it just in time to greet him as he came through the door.

“welcome home!!” 

you flashed him the biggest smile before leaping into his arms. he didn’t even have the chance to respond as you were quick to shower his face with kisses. you were like a puppy that was excited to see their parents after a long day. all he could do is let out a chuckle as he tried to return them all back to you. 

“you don’t have any work to do?” you shook your head as you jumped off of him. 

the giddiness bubbling inside you was about to overflow, you were more than ready to fully bask in his presence and catch up on events that you weren’t able to talk about before. you whined as you tugged on the sleeve of his jacket, wanting him to hurry up and if anyone was perspective to your emotions it was daichi. he laughed as he quickly discarded the garments of his uniform. the giddiness was contagious as he too felt the sense of urgency to be with you. he was about to hang them up but you were quick to take the job from him. you wanted to pamper him today, it was the least you could do.

“go take a shower, i’ll bring you your clothes.” 

the kiss he planted on your forehead sent a shiver down your spine, all his touches from his lips all the way down to his fingertips felt like a jolt of electricity. he wrapped his arms around your waist, trailing the kisses down from your temple to the crook of your neck (his favorite scent not going unnoticed) and like it was instinctive, your fingers combed through his short hair.

“you’re not going to join me?” you were quick to slap his back with a laugh, before pulling away to cup his cheeks in your hands. 

“not today tiger, but i promise i’ll make it up to you hm?” 

you planted a kiss right on his nose making daichi putty in your hands. he was so in love with you, looking at you with such fondness it felt like he was under a spell. now it was his turn to whine as he buried his face back into your neck, taking a deep breath. it was endearing to see him act like such a baby when he was viewed as such a strong figure. you gave his bum a pat, trying to encourage him.

“come on you big baby, your favorite ramen awaits!” he quickly shot up from your neck, only to have his eyes light up like saucers. 

“from down the street?” you could almost see the drool beginning to fall out of his mouth.

“well duuuh--” 

even before you could finish he released you, quickly scurrying down the hall and into the bathroom to take the quickest shower of his life. you shook your head as you were just bested by some ramen. nonetheless you grabbed daichi’s most comfortable pj’s and set them down on the sink counter before going to prepare all the food. you wanted it to feel like a fancy restaurant with nice mood lighting so you lit some more candles and put on some ambient jazz music. 

it wasn’t long before you felt a warm embrace from behind, the softness of his arms with the pillowiness of his sweater made you feel as though you were on cloud nine. you took that moment to slow down time. for the past few weeks it felt as though your mind had been running at a mile a minute, so it was nice to have this time to just be. turning around, you wrapped your arms around his torso, pulling him as close as possible. he immediately conformed to your body, resting his cheek on top of your head. 

“i missed you bug..” it was barely a whisper, but you heard him loud and clear. 

the little nickname he gave you from back in highschool still made your heart flutter. snuggling deeper into the crook of his neck, you took in a deep breath. it was as if you wanted to remember the scent of this very moment. 

a moment where you were completely and utterly his. 

“i missed you too bub..” you both stayed like that for a few moments longer before his growling stomach cut brought you back to reality. a laugh left your lips as you pulled away from him. 

“let’s get some food into that stomach, yeah?”

the next few hours were spent just catching up on each other’s lives. whenever you spoke about your day, your classes or just needed someone to listen he always gave you his undivided attention and of course, you wanted to reciprocate that (another reason as to why you felt bad for working so late so many days in a row). at this point in time, the food was long gone but you two were just so immersed in each other’s conversation that when you looked at the clock it was already 11:30pm. letting out a yawn, you stretched your arms up into the air-- you honestly couldn’t remember the last time you were able to even think about getting into bed at this time. 

“come on let’s clean up so we can get you to sleep at a normal time.” you were thankful that everything was able to be thrown away, leaving cleaning to a minimum. daichi began to make his way to the bedroom but before he could open the door, you grabbed him by the back of his shirt nearly decapitating him.

“what happened?” 

you didn’t answer him, sneaking around his figure to peak ever so slightly peak through the door to make sure all your preparations were still in place. daichi began to grow curious, raising his eyebrow at your actions. you only gave him a cheeky smile as you took his hand and led him into the bedroom. 

he was confused at first as the room was dark, but as you pressed a button, all the fairy lights followed by the candles illuminated the room. daichi turned to you with such a look of appreciation, it almost made you burst out in tears. 

“what’s this?” he took your hands into his with a gentleness that can only be explained by an irrational fear that any sudden movements could have you disappearing into thin air. you squeezed his hands, reassuring him that you were right there with him.

“i just wanted to thank you for always supporting me even if i’m not able to cuddle your big bear body every night or having a complete breakdown at two in the morning.” you pouted up at him, bringing his hands around your waist before wrapping your own arms around his neck. 

“this night is all yours and i’m willing to do whatever you want… i’m yours.” you should’ve known that you would have been met with a shit eating grin as you said that, but the longing look in your eyes didn’t falter as you truly were down for whatever. he didn’t waste any time as he connected his lips to yours. it was a slow kiss that told you that daichi was trying to relish in this moment-- the way your lips felt against his or how your fingers lightly massaged his scalp.

he pulled you in close as his hands explored your body. it had been a while since you two have gotten intimate and the neediness behind his touches definitely exemplified that. the way his hands lingered on your skin or how his hands gripped your waist all sent shivers down your spine. his hands drifted downwards, taking a temporary residency on your supple booty, as he simply admired all the wonders your body had to offer. a tap of his finger was his signal for you to jump up. you quickly obliged, hopping up and linking your legs around his waist. 

he brought you over to the bed and while you usually braced yourself for the impact of being thrown down, you were surprised to have met such a soft and gentle landing. daichi was aware of this from the way you relaxed the tensed muscles in your back.

“you really expected me to throw you like a rag doll, huh?” sticking your tongue out at him, you took his face into your hands, planting kisses starting at his forehead all the way down to his lips. you hoped that with each kiss you were able to convey how much you truly loved and adored him. he stayed like that for a bit, enough time for you to really study his features in the dim light. 

he still looked like how he did in high school, apart from the hair and the faint lines on his forehead. your thumb lightly brushed over his cheek, remembering that incident during the spring tournament and the tooth he lost. this led your fingers south, landing on his lips. the ones that have given you kisses with an expanse of messages. 

i love you i miss you i need you i want you i support you i’m not going anywhere

you hadn’t even noticed his eyes on you, most likely doing the same thing you were. he flashed you the kind of smile that you wish he wouldn’t show to the world. it’s the kind of smile that you wish you could bottle up and save for a rainy day. it would make you drop everything you were doing to catch even a glimpse. even in your dimly lit bedroom, he still managed to shine brighter than any light. 

daichi laid on his back, pulling you completely on top of him. he dipped his hands under your shirt and up your back. he knew you loved when he drew little shapes and letters, often playing little spelling games. 

“it feels nice to hold you instead of competing for your attention with a computer” you laughed as you nuzzled your nose into his jaw. 

“you know you’re always my number one, sawamura.” 

you only ever used his last name if you were serious, really only saving it for special times like this one. he hummed in response, continuing to draw little stars on your back. a few minutes passed and daichi knew you were fast asleep. from the way your breaths deepened to your body completely relaxing into his, he knew you all too well. he pulled the covers over your bodies, making sure to cover your shoulders knowing they got cold easily. he planted a kiss on your forehead, leaving his lips there for a brief moment before going back to resting his cheek on your head. down the road, he would definitely have to thank whatever higher being brought you to him.

“and you’re my number one”

[kuroowo]

Insatiable - Wolf!Risotto x Fem!Reader

Summary - Wolf Ris is in heat and fucks u, but then when he’s calmer he takes care of u uwu

Note - Female/Afab reader & animal hybrid AU! This was also reposted from my old account!

WARNING - NOT/SFW (SEX, praising, knotting, cunnilingus, fingering & creampie)

WC - 2834

It’s not enough.

No matter how many times he’s masturbated, his dick still stands tall.

Every rut against his own grip did nothing but intensify his lust for you because it’s not his hand that he wants wrapped tightly around his member, it’s not your pillow that he wants to sniff your scent from, and it’s definitely not the sheets he wants to feel underneath him.

When will she come home?!

Hours pass and Risotto’s muscles are taut and worn with almost every inch of his skin covered in sweat.

His hormones permeate the air in your shared home and it spikes as he dry orgasms for the 12th time. It’s safe to say he feels a growl about to rip through at the intense frustration bubbling inside him.

He wants to shoot his load and plug you up with his bulb while your pussy spasms around his girth, but all he has right now is his sore wrist, a restless dick that’s been rubbed raw, and balls that grow heavier and heavier with each unfulfilling climax.

Maybe the heavens heard his horny, desperate cries because not long after, Risotto smells your scent approaching the door to your home. He hears the sound of your keys and your hand turning the knob and honestly…that‘s all it takes for his cock to weep with renewed energy and his mouth to start drooling.

You, on the other hand, were a little surprised. Not because you found out your boyfriend was in heat, but because you could literally smell it 10 feet from your place! You didn’t know what to expect, but you hope he wasn’t too backed up…

You hoped wrong though because it takes Risotto less than a minute to slam the door shut and pin your body with his.

His mouth latched onto yours before you could even blink and his tongue licks at your lips for entrance, whining like a little puppy who’s been denied the attention he wants. It would’ve been really cute if he wasn’t dying to french kiss you into tomorrow while his hips grinds against yours like his life depended on it.

This level of open desperation is completely new to you, and you’re not going to lie…it’s a little intoxicating.

The taste of his lips and tongue mixing with yours as he laps away at all you can offer, the way he‘s pleading to fill you up with his throbbing dick and all of his seed, the heavy scent of his arousal and hormones pervades your lungs, and the force of his dripping erection rubbing and pushing against your core…it truly has you feeling flushed from it all.

You gush a little when his shaft roughly brushes your clit and Risotto can’t help but literally growl at the scent of your sex starting to invade his senses.

Forget fucking on the bed, he wants you right here, right now. At the door step, bent over on the floor, your ass flush against his pelvis, and his cock bottomed out in your cunt.

But before that can happen though, he knows your consent to it is important. While he usually asks you verbally, his wolf instincts had him drop to his knees to sniff at your nether region instead.

To be honest, he really didn’t have to do that because he very clearly smelt it from where he was standing, but the man’s horny wolf brain said ‘kneel and sniff’ and who is he to argue with himself right now?

You, on the other hand, are kind of embarrassed because your lover is literally sniffing your genitalia as a means of gaining your permission, but because he’s made you horny enough as is, you decide to lead his head to where the lower part of his face is pressed flushed against your clothed cunt.

Risotto steadies himself by gripping your hips and wastes no time in tearing away the clothes in his way before savouring your damp pussy as if it’s his last meal on earth.

You would’ve complained if he wasn’t so fucking good at oral. Licking along the dripping, wet slit of your sex, diving in every time he reaches the entrance to have a taste of what his dick will be enveloped in soon. He switches it up every now and then by nibbling and sucking at the bundle of nerves, and you could’ve sworn you saw stars at the back of your head with how good he was eating you out.

Gasps and groans stream out of your mouth almost in sync with each movement he orally made.

A particularly harsh suck on your clit has your thighs trembling and your grip on his hair tightening, and a muffled whine could be heard from below. When you managed to tilt your head downwards look at Risotto, you had in full view of his hips thrusting feverishly at the ground as he holds your wanton gaze with his piercing, concupiscent ones.

That alone almost brought you to your edge, but what truly did it was when he took to rolling your little pearl between his callous fingers.

You came gushing into his open mouth without warning and he welcomed every last drop, greedily gulping everything he could as if he was drunk on your juices…but it wasn’t enough.

His dick twitches almost painfully, practically crying for your hot walls around it. He needs nothing more than to feel that addicting friction and to spill his fat load into your pulsing cavern, but he knows that in order to fit himself inside, he needs to stretch you out properly.

Sex might be the predominant thought, but nothing turns him off more than to see you in unwanted pain. His heat be damned if it meant you were going to suffer, so Risotto does his due diligence and begins by fingering you.

His finger slips in almost effortlessly and holy fuck he couldn’t stop staring at where he’ll be inserting his dick next. He was so captivated and aroused by how receptive of his fingers (yes, plural already) you were along with all the sounds you were producing that you’d have to fight him to the death to pry him away from you.

Three thick digits spread open your hole as best as they could, and soon after, you achieve your second orgasm of the night, prolonged by his relentless fingers and the sound of his depraved groans as the scent of your sex, the delicious way your walls were milking his fingers, and your lascivious moans completely devour his senses.

If you were to peek into his mind right now, you’d hear just how jealous he was of his own fingers. The way your hungry cunt just keeps squeezing and sucking them deeper almost makes him wish he had dicks for fingers instead, but let’s just pretend that thought didn’t just appear in his mind…for the sake of his sanity.

However, none of that matters now because you’re finally gaping, drenched, and ready for the main event — the one thing that he’s been itching to do ever since he woke up with a hot flush and a standing ovation from his proud member.

Risotto honestly couldn’t wait any longer, seeing your hole so empty and needy, clenching and opening up as if calling for him to enter you…and so he did.

He manhandles your trembling frame and lays your upper body flat on the floor with your hips being hoisted up only by his strength.

Maybe if he hadn’t just took two orgasms from you then you could’ve supported yourself, but you couldn’t do anything except to turn your head and look back at him, involuntarily whimpering at the sight of him looking so…feral.

His ruby eyes glowed in the dim lighting of the sunset, his muscles flexed under his glistening skin and heaving chest, and his fangs glinted as they grew sharper and sharper as each moment passes — Risotto was very clearly at his limit.

He lines the engorged head of his cock at your entrance and he starts to push himself in.

“I’ve waited…all day…for this — for you!”, Risotto’s breath comes out in ragged pants as he slides the rest of his girth-y length into you, a guttural groan leaving his lips when he’s finally bottomed out.

Your velvet walls wrap around his penis like a custom-made glove, and your vocal pleasures from being filled up so full are like music to his ears — Risotto could honestly cry from how good he feels right now, how good he feels in you. But he wants more, and judging by the way you’re gyrating your hips, he’d say you do too. So he tightens his hold on your hips and immediately starts to pound away at you.

His thrusts are quick, deep, and rough as he gives you no time to rest from your previous orgasm.

The slick of your combined juices mix together to create an absolutely lewd cacophony with hips and thighs slapping against each other, the growing volume in your string of vulgar pleasures, and the filthy praises he breathes that has you clenching down on pistoning cock.

“You! Feel! So! Good!”.

Each word was punctuated with a hard thrust and a heavy breath, and your chest couldn’t help but swell with elation.

Risotto’s hips begin to pump his cock faster and faster, utterly enamoured with the sensation that comes with fucking into your sopping wet pussy to the point of near addiction, and he feels it. He feels the pleasure in his groins building up, urging him to chase after it so he can release into your expectant sheath and stuff you.

He leans his chest on your back, one hand rubbing at your clit and the other rips off your top to press messy kisses and hickies onto your mating mark. Growling ever so often at the possessiveness he feels with each contact on your mating mark.

Your eyes begin to roll backwards and your mouth hangs open to accommodate the unrestrained obscenities coming out. Your nails find his forearms to dig into from the sheer force of your orgasm and his unyielding thrusts. They draw a few droplets of blood from his skin as you continue to squeeze at his dick for all its worth, and that’s what it took for Risotto to finally be able to cum.

He thrusts and thrusts and thrusts while simultaneously shooting out thick ropes of his ejaculation. His mind blanks in pure ecstasy for a few moments before he plunges in to knot you.

You’re not gonna lie, no matter how many times he’s done this, you can never get used to the feeling of being stretched to the point where you’re gritting your teeth.

Once Risotto‘s a tad bit more level-headed, he carefully manoeuvres you to sit upright on his lap, relieving the pressure on both of your knees.

The two of you sat panting for a while before he starts to lick at the hickies he planted earlier. It’s slow and sensual, dragging out soft and airy mewls from you until they get thicker as Risotto palms at your breasts.

Large hands grope, massage, and grab at them, tweaking and pinching and rolling your nipples until they form stiff, sensitive peaks, and your body starts to tremble again.

Risotto turns your head for a sloppy, hungry kiss and that’s when you know he’s not satisfied.

You feel his bulb start to loosen as one hand leaves your breast to begin teasing your pert clitoris.

It’s not long before your mewls turn into moans. Risotto then breaks the kiss to whisper, “More, more…”, his breath is rough and raw with desire, “I want more!”.

Complying to his wish, you reach one arm back to tug at his hair to kiss him again. Tongues and teeth clash together and saliva was swapped and moans were muffled.

Soon enough, the bulb disappeared and he starts to grind against you.

Cum that couldn’t fit in your womb began to leak out, but you couldn’t give a fuck as your other reaches down to massage his heavy balls.

Risotto’s dick took no time in getting hard again and he had to hold back from letting his claws out while he’s still holding onto to you.

Everything you were doing just felt so euphoric, it would’ve been odd if he didn’t bounce back as quick as he did. But he didn’t like the current position enough, so he gets the both of you on your knees again and decides to sandwich you between his body and the door.

Your hands are held in place by his, fingers interlocking, and Risotto starts pumping himself into you again.

You‘re not sure if it’s because of your position or your current state of mind, but the sounds of your orgasms sloshing together as he fucks into your dripping cunt along with the sound of his unchaste moans were all you could hear right now, and you have to admit…it was deliciously filthy. So much so that your walls instinctually tightened up on his member, and it didn’t take long before he noticed.

“You like what you hear?”, he whispers. His voice so deep and sultry that the only reaction you could utter was unabashedly moaning a yes. A response that Risotto found so arousing that the only ‘logical’ thing he could do is to drive into you even harder.

The door starts to rattle from the force of Risotto’s animalistic thrusts. Your nipples and clit were being stimulated by the same force against the door, and when he hits that nice spot in you for the hundredth time, you came screaming his name.

Risotto can’t help but chase after the same high, ramming into you with no discernible rhythm with only one goal in mind. A goal that’s so close in reaching, and with the way your insides clench rapidly around him, wringing him for all he’s worth — it’s not long before his animal instinct take over and Risotto reaches his peak with a howl.

His knot expands in you once again and his cock spurts out the last of his semen into your womb.

The two of you stayed in place for a long while, heaving and basking in the afterglow of the debauchery that just took place at the front door of your home.

When Risotto gains some of his common sense back, he hears your soft whimpering, most likely from the overstimulation and from being stretched out twice in a row by his bulb.

He feels a little guilty about it, but what’s done is done and all he can do now is take care of you.

He carefully sits back down, making sure he doesn’t aggravate or hurt you more than necessary, and starts to pepper little kisses onto your head, hands, shoulders, and anywhere he can reach until his knot subsides.

You giggle a little when he kisses your neck, and Risotto couldn’t help smiling against your skin.

“How do you feel, bedda?”, he asks, hoping he didn’t take it too far in his lust-induced state.

“Tired…but I’m okay, so don’t worry about it, Ris.”, you replied with a loving kiss on his lips, quelling any remaining doubts he had.

The two of you sat there for over 20 mins, waiting for his knot to pass by exchanging sweet little pecks to kill the time.

Once it disappeares, Risotto carefully slides his dick out.

You gasped in response because all the cum starting leaking out and you‘re kind of surprised at the abundance of it.

“That’s a lot.”, you comment.

Both your eyes are trained on the liquids emptying itself out of your vagina and Risotto simply reasons, “You took too long to come home.”, with what you think is a very cute and playful pout.

“I’m sorry.”, a smile spreads on your lips as you gave his temple a smooch and he gladly accepts it, giving you one in return.

Risotto then proceeds to take care of you for the night, knowing your body is much too tired to do that yourself. Not that he minds though. He feels that it’s just right to look after you since he‘s the whole reason why you’re so spent in the first place.

He helps you clean up in the shower, lathering your body and making sure there’s not a trace of his…deeds left in you.

Honestly, even when you regained some of your energy, Risotto insisted on doing everything for you, from hydrating the both of you to carrying you princess style onto the bed, and that really made your heart soar and your cheeks burn.

When all’s said and done, your gentle giant settles you snug in his arms and under the thick blanket, placing a kiss on your lips to start off your nightly talk before drifting off to sleep in each other’s arms.

[mooshs-crack-headcanons]

Can you write up a NFSW headcanon(or scenario if that's available) of a Dom gen!reader with Vergil.

Uhm, so I think this is the horniness fucking thing I've written in the five or so months I've had this blog? Like ever? Hope the Vergil fuckers eat a good meal tonight.

(NSFW under the cut as always!)

Vergil Sparda is a fucking switch.

Will he admit it outloud? No. Will he deny it until he's blue in the face and out of breath if you somehow find out this fact? Yes. If you were to somehow get his arms restrained above his head, handfuls gripping onto the silvery hair that's not stuck to his forehead from sweat, and bounce on his cock like there's no tomorrow will he moan and whine like a bitch in heat? Also yes. 

Now getting Vergil to that point is certainly no easy task. The man has a hard shell of dom you need to crack at several times to get into, several hard and solid times. He will most times be ready to fight you for dominance if you even try to get him into submission. 

Once you grab his wrists to pin him down to the mattress, he'll get this challenged look in his eye by cocking one eyebrow and look you up and down as his silent way of saying: "Really, is that your best?" and most occasions he'll use only a smidge of his strength to break free and continue to have the upper hand in dominating as he continues by fucking you fast and hard. 

However, there are the occasions that Vergil will feel...generous (curious) and lets you have your way, but that doesn't mean he still isn't going to be a cocky asshole about it and at the time he still plans that he's going to make sure he's the one truly in control by the end, but this attitude won't stay for long and his plan doesn't reach fruition.

When you go to retrieve his belt from off the floor, Vergil still has his regular arrogant cocky attitude. When you tell him to hold out his hands in front of him, he doesn't question it and he obeys your command. You tie the belt safely and securely around his wrists and tell him that if he ever wants to stop that the safe word is "Motivated" (it took a full blown hour just to convince him to continue after that) 

He eventually ends up blindfolded, face down, and ass up on the mattress. As you hover over top of him you press sweet kisses and bites to the skin of his back, one hand raking your nails across his chest and the other tactically tracing everywhere near his lower torso, everywhere except particularly his cock. 

Vergil's breaths are shaky, but he isn't broken just yet. With the blindfold all of his senses are heightened, even more than they already were with his demonic blood. Speaking of which, he could hypothetically just break out of the restraint of his belt on his wrists but he has to physically reframe because he accepted your challenge and he was going to man through it, which he will admit...was quite difficult with the way your hands deliberately seemed to avoid his swelling need. As you continue to tease him he taunts out in trouble breaths if this is really the best you can think of which...oh boy.

The moment that his stoic pride facade started to break away was the moment your hand did meet his cock, the contact on his bundling nerves made a surprise exhale escape from his nose and an interesting shade on his leading up to his ears. Vergil is really good at keeping himself quiet during these early moments, the only noises coming from him are shaky breaths and held back moans as you slowly stroke him off getting sudden jolts and bucks from his hips here and there that are silent ways to tell you to hurry up. 

Your kisses feel so good on his neck as you use your free hand to grab at his hair to pull back his head to grant you access to it, which gets you both a groan and a snarky comment.  

The next thing he processes is feeling you flip him over onto his back, moving his still belt tied arms over his head and feeling your hands clasp and spread apart his thighs. 

After getting reassurance that he was still alright, your warm wet mouth went to work on him. Feeling more and more of his facade slipping by the second as he makes more and more noise, does he struggle to keep his arms above his head as you told him. He just wants to bust out of the leather helltrap so bad and grab at your hair and just desperately fuck your face. 

If Vergil wasn't so lost with his dick in your mouth he would find his current state terribly pathetic. 

Your mouth feels so good, turns into the most coherent thought in his mind. He can feel you bobbing your head to take him all the way to the back of your throat, your head even tilted so that he can feel the hair on your head brushing on the skin of his leg. With a churning in his lower stomach does he roar out that he's going to fill your throat. However, he doesn't get that satisfaction when you suddenly pull off of him, his cock falling out of your mouth with a wet, loud, audible pop. 

His eye instantly twitches behind the blindfold, a sudden anger fills his chest as he tries to sit himself up, only for you to push him back down and climb further up on the bed to hold down his wrists. With your hot nerve tingling breath on his neck he can feel your smug grin in his ear and in it do you whisper his own words he's told you many times. 

"If you want to come so bad, you're going to have to beg for it." 

His cock is between the cheeks of your ass and he can feel the violent surge in it as it throbs against you, his pre come wetting your skin. 

Vergil, with the last bit of pride in him, refuses to beg. He is the eldest son of Sparda, he would never beg for anything. But slowly and slowly do you start to grind back on him, your dirty words in his ear and teasing kisses to his lips making the strings of his left over pride snap one by one. 

His moans become unhidden and not choked back with an embarrassing volume, his face flushed completely red and soaked in sweat, his hair disheveled and his face appearing more of the appearance of his twin, and his restraint hands having to be held by you so they actually don't break the belt (though even if he did that probably wouldn't be able for you to hold back the entire strength of a half demon) 

When he finally does say that first nice deep drawn out moaned "please" that he's absolutely ashamed of the way it cames out of his mouth, it's when you're hovering over his cock with your entrance. Your nice and wet fingers (from either his slick or salvia, your choice) spread your hole open and edged his head to your entrance only to pull away the moment he thinks he's going to plunge inside. 

You do take pity on him with how incredibly un-Vergil like he's turned into and do finally thrust yourself down on his cock, your sudden weight shift on him lightly bouncing the whole mattress and a shaky pitched whine rockets out of your lover's throat. 

So rocked with pleasure, Vergil goes in and out of awareness around him. With all pride gone out the window he begs for you to go harder and faster and in cried out moans he incoherently blabbering how good you're making him feel and just how badly he wants to spill inside you, which earns him sloppy passionate kisses from you as you feel him hitting all on your right spots. 

As the both of you reach your peak the only words that the eldest son of Sparda can muster are; "please" "more" "(Name)" and "I love you." And sure all of those words might be incoherent as all hell but to you as you pepper quick rough kisses all over his neck to where you can feel the words rumble out of his mouth, you can understand each and everyone just as clear, especially the "I love you" given that your lover is a man that troubles expressing emotions those are words you rarely get to hear, but when you do you know it's when he absolutely means it. 

So when you hear it, you can't help but to moan the words back to him. 

When he comes he literally explodes inside you. You're not ever sure if you've heard him get this loud and get not even in DT. The look on his face when his eyes roll back and his mouth hangs open to let every pleasing sound he can manage before passing the fuck out...which he does for a few minutes. 

His come is everywhere and it's literally ridiculous. It's flooding out of the point where the two if your bodies connect and it smears on your thighs and it drips out to soak the mattress below you. Again you swear this is the most he's ever came and again he's not even in DT. After getting yourself cleaned up do you go get him a glass of water to drink from the other room and it's when you come back to find him conscious again and poorly being able to brush his hair back to its normal style (but failing with only a part of it staying up, the other being still heavy and soaked in sweat) 

With the glass of water down does your lover clear his throat the exact words coming out of his mouth being; 

"Well, that was certainly an...experience."

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[soft-ris]

Insatiable - Wolf!Risotto x Fem!Reader

Summary - Wolf Ris is in heat and fucks u, but then when he’s calmer he takes care of u uwu

Note - Female/Afab reader & animal hybrid au + fluff towards the end!

WARNING - NOT/SFW (SEX, praising, knotting, cunnilingus, fingering & creampie)

P. S. In a perfect world, I’d make him speak only Sicilian in this, but bc I don’t wanna butcher anything so...🌚

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It’s not enough. 

No matter how many times he’s masturbated, his dick still stands tall.

Every rut against his own grip did nothing but intensify his lust for you because it’s not his hand that he wants wrapped tightly around his member, it’s not your pillow that he wants to sniff your scent from, and it’s definitely not the sheets he wants to feel underneath him. 

When will she come home?!

Hours pass and Risotto’s muscles are taut and worn with almost every inch of his skin covered in sweat.

His hormones permeate the air in your shared home and it spikes as he dry orgasms for the 12th time. It’s safe to say he feels a growl about to rip through at the intense frustration bubbling inside him.

He wants to shoot his load and plug you up with his bulb while your pussy spasms around his girth, but all he has right now is his sore wrist, a restless dick that’s been rubbed raw, and balls that grow heavier and heavier with each unfulfilling climax. 

Maybe the heavens heard his horny, desperate cries because not long after, Risotto smells your scent approaching the door to your home. He hears the sound of your keys and your hand turning the knob and honestly...that‘s all it takes for his cock to weep with renewed energy and his mouth to start drooling.

You, on the other hand, were a little surprised. Not because you found out your boyfriend was in heat, but because you could literally smell it 10 feet from your place! You didn’t know what to expect, but you hope he wasn’t too backed up...

You hoped wrong though because it takes Risotto less than a minute to slam the door shut and pin your body with his.

His mouth latched onto yours before you could even blink and his tongue licks at your lips for entrance, whining like a little puppy who’s been denied the attention he wants. It would’ve been really cute if he wasn’t dying to french kiss you into tomorrow while his hips grinds against yours like his life depended on it. 

This level of open desperation is completely new to you, and you’re not going to lie...it’s a little intoxicating.

The taste of his lips and tongue mixing with yours as he laps away at all you can offer, the way he‘s pleading to fill you up with his throbbing dick and all of his seed, the heavy scent of his arousal and hormones pervades your lungs, and the force of his dripping erection rubbing and pushing against your core...it truly has you feeling flushed from it all.

You gush a little when his shaft roughly brushes your clit and Risotto can’t help but literally growl at the scent of your sex starting to invade his senses. 

Forget fucking on the bed, he wants you right here, right now. At the door step, bent over on the floor, your ass flush against his pelvis, and his cock bottomed out in your cunt.

But before that can happen though, he knows your consent to it is important. While he usually asks you verbally, his wolf instincts had him drop to his knees to sniff at your nether region instead.

To be honest, he really didn’t have to do that because he very clearly smelt it from where he was standing, but the man’s horny wolf brain said ‘kneel and sniff’ and who is he to argue with himself right now?

You, on the other hand, are kind of embarrassed because your lover is literally sniffing your genitalia as a means of gaining your permission, but because he’s made you horny enough as is, you decide to lead his head to where the lower part of his face is pressed flushed against your clothed cunt. 

Risotto steadies himself by gripping your hips and wastes no time in tearing away the clothes in his way before savouring your damp pussy as if it’s his last meal on earth.

You would’ve complained if he wasn’t so fucking good at oral. Licking along the dripping, wet slit of your sex, diving in every time he reaches the entrance to have a taste of what his dick will be enveloped in soon. He switches it up every now and then by nibbling and sucking at the bundle of nerves, and you could’ve sworn you saw stars at the back of your head with how good he was eating you out.

Gasps and groans stream out of your mouth almost in sync with each movement he orally made.

A particularly harsh suck on your clit has your thighs trembling and your grip on his hair tightening, and a muffled whine could be heard from below. When you managed to tilt your head downwards look at Risotto, you had in full view of his hips thrusting feverishly at the ground as he holds your wanton gaze with his piercing, concupiscent ones.

That alone almost brought you to your edge, but what truly did it was when he took to rolling your little pearl between his callous fingers.

You came gushing into his open mouth without warning and he welcomed every last drop, greedily gulping everything he could as if he was drunk on your juices...but it wasn’t enough.

His dick twitches almost painfully, practically crying for your hot walls around it. He needs nothing more than to feel that addicting friction and to spill his fat load into your pulsing cavern, but he knows that in order to fit himself inside, he needs to stretch you out properly.

Sex might be the predominant thought, but nothing turns him off more than to see you in unwanted pain. His heat be damned if it meant you were going to suffer, so Risotto does his due diligence and begins by fingering you.

His finger slips in almost effortlessly and holy fuck he couldn’t stop staring at where he’ll be inserting his dick next. He was so captivated and aroused by how receptive of his fingers (yes, plural already) you were along with all the sounds you were producing that you’d have to fight him to the death to pry him away from you.

Three thick digits spread open your hole as best as they could, and soon after, you achieve your second orgasm of the night, prolonged by his relentless fingers and the sound of his depraved groans as the scent of your sex, the delicious way your walls were milking his fingers, and your lascivious moans completely devour his senses.

If you were to peek into his mind right now, you’d hear just how jealous he was of his own fingers. The way your hungry cunt just keeps squeezing and sucking them deeper almost makes him wish he had dicks for fingers instead, but let’s just pretend that thought didn’t just appear in his mind...for the sake of his sanity.

However, none of that matters now because you’re finally gaping, drenched, and ready for the main event — the one thing that he’s been itching to do ever since he woke up with a hot flush and a standing ovation from his proud member.

Risotto honestly couldn’t wait any longer, seeing your hole so empty and needy, clenching and opening up as if calling for him to enter you...and so he did.

He manhandles your trembling frame and lays your upper body flat on the floor with your hips being hoisted up only by his strength.

Maybe if he hadn’t just took two orgasms from you then you could’ve supported yourself, but you couldn’t do anything except to turn your head and look back at him, involuntarily whimpering at the sight of him looking so...feral.

His ruby eyes glowed in the dim lighting of the sunset, his muscles flexed under his glistening skin and heaving chest, and his fangs glinted as they grew sharper and sharper as each moment passes — Risotto was very clearly at his limit.

He lines the engorged head of his cock at your entrance and he starts to push himself in.

“I’ve waited...all day...for this — for you!”, Risotto’s breath comes out in ragged pants as he slides the rest of his girth-y length into you, a guttural groan leaving his lips when he’s finally bottomed out.

Your velvet walls wrap around his penis like a custom-made glove, and your vocal pleasures from being filled up so full are like music to his ears — Risotto could honestly cry from how good he feels right now, how good he feels in you. But he wants more, and judging by the way you’re gyrating your hips, he’d say you do too. So he tightens his hold on your hips and immediately starts to pound away at you.

His thrusts are quick, deep, and rough as he gives you no time to rest from your previous orgasm.

The slick of your combined juices mix together to create an absolutely lewd cacophony with hips and thighs slapping against each other, the growing volume in your string of vulgar pleasures, and the filthy praises he breathes that has you clenching down on pistoning cock.

“You! Feel! So! Good!”.

Each word was punctuated with a hard thrust and a heavy breath, and your chest couldn’t help but swell with elation.

Risotto’s hips begin to pump his cock faster and faster, utterly enamoured with the sensation that comes with fucking into your sopping wet pussy to the point of near addiction, and he feels it. He feels the pleasure in his groins building up, urging him to chase after it so he can release into your expectant sheath and stuff you.

He leans his chest on your back, one hand rubbing at your clit and the other rips off your top to press messy kisses and hickies onto your mating mark. Growling ever so often at the possessiveness he feels with each contact on your mating mark.

Your eyes begin to roll backwards and your mouth hangs open to accommodate the unrestrained obscenities coming out. Your nails find his forearms to dig into from the sheer force of your orgasm and his unyielding thrusts. They draw a few droplets of blood from his skin as you continue to squeeze at his dick for all its worth, and that’s what it took for Risotto to finally be able to cum.

He thrusts and thrusts and thrusts while simultaneously shooting out thick ropes of his ejaculation. His mind blanks in pure ecstasy for a few moments before he plunges in to knot you.

You’re not gonna lie, no matter how many times he’s done this, you can never get used to the feeling of being stretched to the point where you’re gritting your teeth.

Once Risotto‘s a tad bit more level-headed, he carefully manoeuvres you to sit upright on his lap, relieving the pressure on both of your knees.

The two of you sat panting for a while before he starts to lick at the hickies he planted earlier. It’s slow and sensual, dragging out soft and airy mewls from you until they get thicker as Risotto palms at your breasts.

Large hands grope, massage, and grab at them, tweaking and pinching and rolling your nipples until they form stiff, sensitive peaks, and your body starts to tremble again.

Risotto turns your head for a sloppy, hungry kiss and that’s when you know he’s not satisfied.

You feel his bulb start to loosen as one hand leaves your breast to begin teasing your pert clitoris.

It’s not long before your mewls turn into moans. Risotto then breaks the kiss to whisper, “More, more...”, his breath is rough and raw with desire, “I want more!”.

Complying to his wish, you reach one arm back to tug at his hair to kiss him again. Tongues and teeth clash together and saliva was swapped and moans were muffled.

Soon enough, the bulb disappeared and he starts to grind against you.

Cum that couldn’t fit in your womb began to leak out, but you couldn’t give a fuck as your other reaches down to massage his heavy balls.

Risotto’s dick took no time in getting hard again and he had to hold back from letting his claws out while he’s still holding onto to you.

Everything you were doing just felt so euphoric, it would’ve been odd if he didn’t bounce back as quick as he did. But he didn’t like the current position enough, so he gets the both of you on your knees again and decides to sandwich you between his body and the door.

Your hands are held in place by his, fingers interlocking, and Risotto starts pumping himself into you again.

You‘re not sure if it’s because of your position or your current state of mind, but the sounds of your orgasms sloshing together as he fucks into your dripping cunt along with the sound of his unchaste moans were all you could hear right now, and you have to admit...it was deliciously filthy. So much so that your walls instinctually tightened up on his member, and it didn’t take long before he noticed.

“You like what you hear?”, he whispers. His voice so deep and sultry that the only reaction you could utter was unabashedly moaning a yes. A response that Risotto found so arousing that the only ‘logical’ thing he could do is to drive into you even harder.

The door starts to rattle from the force of Risotto’s animalistic thrusts. Your nipples and clit were being stimulated by the same force against the door, and when he hits that nice spot in you for the hundredth time, you came screaming his name.

Risotto can’t help but chase after the same high, ramming into you with no discernible rhythm with only one goal in mind. A goal that’s so close in reaching, and with the way your insides clench rapidly around him, wringing him for all he’s worth — it’s not long before his animal instinct take over and Risotto reaches his peak with a howl. 

His knot expands in you once again and his cock spurts out the last of his semen into your womb.

The two of you stayed in place for a long while, heaving and basking in the afterglow of the debauchery that just took place at the front door of your home.

When Risotto gains some of his common sense back, he hears your soft whimpering, most likely from the overstimulation and from being stretched out twice in a row by his bulb.

He feels a little guilty about it, but what’s done is done and all he can do now is take care of you.

He carefully sits back down, making sure he doesn’t aggravate or hurt you more than necessary, and starts to pepper little kisses onto your head, hands, shoulders, and anywhere he can reach until his knot subsides.

You giggle a little when he kisses your neck, and Risotto couldn’t help smiling against your skin.

“How do you feel, bedda?”, he asks, hoping he didn’t take it too far in his lust-induced state.

“Tired...but I’m okay, so don’t worry about it, Ris.”, you replied with a loving kiss on his lips, quelling any remaining doubts he had.

The two of you sat there for over 20 mins, waiting for his knot to pass by exchanging sweet little pecks to kill the time.

Once it disappeares, Risotto carefully slides his dick out.

You gasped in response because all the cum starting leaking out and you‘re kind of surprised at the abundance of it.

“That’s a lot.”, you comment.

Both your eyes are trained on the liquids emptying itself out of your vagina and Risotto simply reasons, “You took too long to come home.”, with what you think is a very cute and playful pout.

“I’m sorry.”, a smile spreads on your lips as you gave his temple a smooch and he gladly accepts it, giving you one in return.

Risotto then proceeds to take care of you for the night, knowing your body is much too tired to do that yourself. Not that he minds though. He feels that it’s just right to look after you since he‘s the whole reason why you’re so spent in the first place.

He helps you clean up in the shower, lathering your body and making sure there’s not a trace of his...deeds left in you.

Honestly, even when you regained some of your energy, Risotto insisted on doing everything for you, from hydrating the both of you to carrying you princess style onto the bed, and that really made your heart soar and your cheeks burn.

When all’s said and done, your gentle giant settles you snug in his arms and under the thick blanket, placing a kiss on your lips to start off your nightly talk before drifting off to sleep in each other’s arms.

[slashiest-slasher]

for @slashthedice‘s Frisky February event!

Day 3: Breeding

Bubba Sawyer x male s/o (you know how i said i wasn't comfortable with mlm breeding kink? i am, unless it happens to be done for hilarity's sake.) 

It's been about a year since you've started working for Drayton, just a lonely drifting looking for a place you could make a quick buck. Helping him run a gas station was easy enough. Physically intensive sure, but you could get over that. Even let you crash in the back room after all he found out you were sleeping in your car.

Cared for you like you were one of his own.

You saw his younger brothers every so often, mostly Nubbins, though you hadn't seen Chop Top since he got drafted. And "little", as Drayton said, Bubba. He rarely ever left the house, but from time to time he came up to the gas station. Little, your ass. He has at least six inches on you, and enough muscle to pick you up like you weighed nothing if he wanted to.

And the sweetest damn man you have ever had the pleasure of meeting. Despite all the strength, he was so careful and gentle around you. Yeah, he didn't say much, squealed like a pig, and wore weird masks, but who didn't have their eccentricities.

'Course yours got you kicked out of your house. And made sure you couldn't get a job in your hometown. At least down here you had anonymity. As long as you were stealthy about admiring Bubba's biceps and thighs and dear /Lord/ that ass, then no one would be the wiser.

But Drayton was a perceptive old man. Saw the way you were looking at his baby nephew, who was probably older than you, and rounded on you. You prepared yourself for the worst. A gun, knife, yelling, punching, calling you "sinning whore" like you mama had.

The slap to the back and arm around the shoulder wasn't among them. "I knew there was a reason I liked you, son. You've taken a liking to Bubba, huh? Tell ya what, kid, I'll show you something, and if you still want to go steady with my boy, I'll wholly support it."

What could it be? you thought. There was a lot of things running around in your head, but you saw where your train of thought left you last time, so tried not making any guesses.

And yet you were still surprised, when Drayton took you into the back room, where he made barbeque, down into a hidden hatch, where there an ice chest you used to think was full of frozen cow.

But nope, it was human body parts in there.

You just shook your head and said, "Just don't expect me to eat the chili anymore Mr. Sawyer." Which earned you another slap on the back and a hearty laugh.

Well, it really was none of your business.

Bubba was the easiest and hardest person to seduce you ever met. You could walk right up to him, shirt unbuttoned, leaning up against the wall and tell him he has some real nice lips. And he would squeal and get jittery, but never really do anything about it. He didn't even get it when you gave a passing grope of his ass, or asked to feel how strong his arms were!

So of course you have to do all the hard work and yank that boy down by his tie for the best damn kiss of his life. His hands fluttered about, and he still wasn't sure until you wrapped your arms around his neck. He finally took the hint and hoisted you up and grabbed handfuls of your ass, trying his damndest to kiss back. But it was, of course, his first kiss. But that enthusiasm made up for it.

That was about seven months ago. Four months ago, you had sex for the first time, and despite Bubba being a virgin, he sure knew the fastest way to your orgasm. Maybe it was how his dick was the perfect shape and size to fuck you into oblivion. Or how sweetly he squealed out moans when you gripped his hips and gave as good as you got.

And for the past few weeks, Bubba has been wanting to bottom all the time. Which may seem like an odd thing to complain about, now that you think about it, but Christ sometimes you just want your giant boyfriend to use that height and muscles to his advantage and fuck you until you were screaming.

It's been a bit rough, especially since Bubba is extremely needy and can easily go three rounds before he's tires out. Which is more than easy to bear with when he's fucking you dry, but there's only so much you can handle when you're the one fucking. And getting Bubba to rise you is an issue, though you have yet to figure out why.

But you haven't been by the house in a few weeks, Drayton keeping you quite busy at the gas station. Or out hitch hiking back since Nubbins went and broke his ankle in a scrap with a meal. Most nights as of late were spent in Bubba's bed, but you were lucky if you could make it back to the dusty mattress in the gas station.

So when you crawl into bed with Bubba, who wasn't expecting and was already half asleep, he snaps wide awake and hold you close. He babbles out something, and pets your face.

"Missed ya too sugar," you murmur into his neck. When you scoot closer, you can feel his erection nudging against your thigh. "Missed this," you whisper against his lips, kissingly him lazily. He still isn't that great of kisser, but his fumbling return spreads warmth in your chest. "Can I bottom tonight?" you ask.

Bubba pulls back, and you can already see that pleading look in his eyes before says something you can barely understand.

"Sweetie please, I'm too tired."

He gets up on you, fumbling to grind against you, and does the strangest thing you've ever seen and rubs his stomach. When you don't quite get it, he does it again, but this times rocks his arms as if he's swaddling something. That makes everything click.

"You trying to get yourself pregnant Bubba?"

He nods and works on getting the both of you out of your underwear. Which made things easier, because what else were either going to sleep in when Bubba slept with you wrapped up in his arms on hot Texas nights?

You know that everything Bubba learned, he learned from homeschooling with Drayton. And you're not surprised that Drayton didn't teach him a damn thing about sex education. You had to teach him that much. But you at least hoped he knew babies came from a man and a woman, not just sex in general.

Apparently not.

Oh well, you can break his heart later. For now, the fact that Bubba was desperate to get knocked up with your kid, was frankly hot and helped you shake off any weariness in your bones. Bubba is a big boy, but easily goes with you when you roll him onto his back, settling between his legs.

"Well, well, well... Isn't that cute? If you wanted them, you should've told me honey. I'm gonna give it to ya so good tonight so you'll be full of my babies." It's too easy to rile Bubba up, and that's all it really takes before he's hard and whining. You grab vaseline from the nightstand, and prepare Bubba.

He's already close, just from that, but he's a good boy and holds out at first. It's all over the first few thrusts when you aim for his prostate. He's bucking under you, gasping and babbling, and splattering cum all over his chest.

"Shhh, I've got you sugar," you tell him, fucking him through his first orgasm. One of the greatest things about Bubba is how fast he bounces back, and after a few minutes of you hitting him deep and slow, he's hard and raring to go.

You grab onto his hips for better leverage. "Ooooh," you moan. "You're such a good boy, gonna fill you up with my cum 'til you're dripping with it. But you're going to hold it in for me, right?"

He nods again, making more of those sweet noises that drive you wild. Bubba tries to go to jerk off his cock, but you hold his wrists down on the bed. It only serves to make him whine and squirm, but he doesn't try to pull out of your grasp.

You rest your forehead against his as you slow down your thrusts. You can feel yourself getting close, but you gotta hold out until at least after his second. It's really the best view, because he can't look away and you get to see how desperate those gorgeous brown eyes can get. Pleading with you in ways he can't with words.

"I can't wait 'til you're knocked up," you whisper, letting whatever words came to your lips spill out between kisses. "Can't wait 'til you're big with my kids, oh you're gonna look so gorgeous, all glowing. Carrying my kids."

Bubba's so close, you can feel it in the way he's clenching around you and panting rapidly. You're not too far off yourself. "You're gonna be such a good daddy, Bubba. The best damn daddy any kid could have. Oh, those kids are gonna love you, but not as much as i do."

That does him in, and he strains under you while cumming for the second time, adding to the mess on his torso. He doesn't close his eyes when he cum, and it's the hottest thing. You chase your own release until you sum inside, buried to the hilt and moaning into his ear. You roll off to the side, barely a bone left in your body.

Normally, you'd jerk Bubba off for his third time, but you can hardly move. And for the first time, it looks like Bubba's done in as well. But if you had any strength left, you would've fucked him sloppy and filling him up with a second load after seeing him fingering himself to keep the cum from spilling out.

You knew there was no point in getting up to go get cleaned, because you sure as shit knew Bubba wasn't going to. So you cuddled up under his arm, and drifted off to the sound of his breathing returning to normal, before he felt his other arm go to stroke his dick. It was going to be tragic when Bubba learned the truth, truly, but that can wait until morning.

Oh well, you could always adopt children.

[feederfiction]

Build-a-Butt | 1

Matt gazed around the packed club and stirred his drink slowly. He didn’t particularly feel like being there but his friends had convinced him to come out to drinks after work, and then clubbing. Watching them dance and flirt with each other, he now realised that he had been an excuse for Jayce to subtly get Richard into bed with him. Matt’s belly growled and he realised he hadn’t eaten since lunchtime. Finishing the rest of his beer, he walked out of the club and into the cold night air.

Exiting the club, Matt felt self-conscious once again. His 100 kilo frame seemed massive in comparison to the line of twinks and muscleheaded gym gays waiting in line. Pulling his sweater on after escaping the stifling club heat, he felt his shirt untuck and reveal the bottom of a  pale, flabby belly. Hearing giggles from next to him, he turned to see a group of bleach-blonde skinny guys laughing and filming him. Blushing brightly, he hurried away, one arm and his head still trapped in his sweater. Rounding the corner into the laneway next to the club, he finally got his arm in, only to thrust it out and into someone next to him.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry, are you alright?” He asked.

Concerned for the stranger who was now coughing on the ground, he offered his hand to the man, who eventually looked up at Matt and took his help. Matt was stunned at the attractive stranger who was now nose to nose with him. His bright blue eyes shone in the dark alleyway, a pained smile on his face. He was the polar opposite of Matt in appearance. Tight chinos and an XS button up, showing off his trim waist and toned arms, the top three buttons undone to show off his trimmed chest hair. His sharp jawline punctuated by perfect stubble, and a trendy blonde undercut pulled off a very metrosexual, attractive guy.

Matt, on the other hand was on the border of “chubby”, leaning more towards “fat”. His belly pushed out against his shirts and he had gone up 2 sizes in as many years. Ever since leaving university and getting a job as an accountant, he had found it impossible to stop the weight piling on. His polo shirt, sweater and jeans made him feel self-conscious before this well dressed stranger. It took him several seconds to register that the man had introduced himself.

“Are you alright? I thought I was the one that took a punch” The stranger laughed.

“Sorry, I was just…worried. I’m fine, are you Matt?” He said, shakily, then winced, realising his minced words.

“I’m all good, you don’t need to worry.” He said kindly. “And I’m Lucas.”

“Nice…” Matt trailed off.

“I was just about to grab a snack and head off, my friends bailed early tonight. Wanna join?” Lucas offered.

“Same here actually, what do you feel like?” Matt asked tentatively, half expecting him to reply with-

“Pizza! I need carbs bad after tonight.” Lucas replied.

“Sounds like a plan, I’m starved” Matt exclaimed, unable to believe he was about to eat with a guy as hot as Lucas.

After making their way to the closest Pizza Place, they each picked out an extra large deep dish. 3 slices in, Lucas passed his over to Matt, who promptly finished both. Groaning with the weight of both meals in his gut, Matt belched loudly.

“Sounds like you needed all that” Lucas smiled, offering his hand to the bloated accountant. “At least now I have a chance to help you up”.

“Thanks, I appreciate it! I think it’s about time I head off though, I can barely walk” Matt said sheepishly.

“I wouldn’t be a gentleman if I didn’t help you home after you so gallantly finished my meal.” Lucas said in a posh accent.

“That was the worst British accent I’ve ever heard but I won’t say no to some help” Matt agreed.

After an uncomfortable Uber ride, in which every bump and pothole made Matts bloated belly bounce, they eventually reached his apartment building, and with some help from Lucas, he managed to make it to his door. Matt kept expecting Lucas to leave him, after the Uber ride, after they got to his building’s lobby, the front door, but his handsome friend kept his arm around Matt’s waist, guiding him into his room and onto his bed.

“Well… I should probably leave you be…” Lucas said, staring at Matt.

“You don’t have to!” He replied, a little too quickly. “You could uh, take the couch, or I could?”

Smiling, Lucas began unbuttoning his shirt, before tossing it aside, to reveal his toned, hairy chest, and sidling up to Matt on the bed. Moving his hand up under the polo, he began to rub Matt’s belly in circles, causing him to moan softly. After some time, Lucas pulled off Matt’s shirt and sweater, and released his belt, eliciting a grateful sigh from the stuffed man. Shimmying closer to Matt, Lucas smiled sadly.

“What?” Matt frowned.

“I have a confession to make, and it’s kind of awkward. I should have been more forward but I was nervous.” Lucas admitted shyly.

“Um, well… What is it?” Matt asked cautiously.

“I have a thing for uh… Fat guys.” He said slowly, then started to panic. “I know it sounds weird and like I think you’re gorgeous but I don’t want you to think I’m a creep or-“

Matt leaned over and kissed Lucas passionately. Lucas hesitating before leaning into the intimate act, their tongues dancing, hands groping and bodies grinding. A minute later, the two were fully naked, Matt’s pale, jiggly body a direct contrast to Lucas’ toned, tanned and hairy one. The two stayed locked like that for some time, occasionally kissing each other’s necks, their cocks rubbing together. Lucas broke away and smiled devilishly before making his way south. Once he was positioned over Matt’s manhood, he began to pleasure the larger man in ways he’d never experienced. Working the shaft, Lucas felt Matt was already close, and pulled off, making his big man whine slightly.

“Don’t worry, I have something better planned.” Lucas reassured.

Flipping Matt onto his stomach like a beached whale, Lucas licked his lips and whispered “Fuck” under his breath at the sight of Matt’s wide ass. Parting his cheeks, Lucas dived in, his tongue exploring Matt’s tight pucker. Matt had never been eaten out in his life, and it was the most amazing feeling he’d ever experienced. His eyes crossed and he felt his hole relax under Lucas’ trained mouth. Matt then felt Lucas go even further and moaned loudly, unable to believe how good it felt. Lucas then started to grab Matt’s love handles and slap his ass randomly, which prompted Matt to grind his erection into the bed below.

A few moments later he felt Lucas go deeper again, and his hole stretch. At this point Lucas was grabbing his meaty thighs and squeezing, adding to the pleasure of the act, and making Matt’s whole body jiggle wildly on the bed. It wasn’t until he felt his stomach begin to push down into the bed too that he looked back and saw Lucas’ ass and legs twitching from out of his ass. Stifling a scream, Matt tried to reach back to help him out, but the shift of weight only pulled Lucas in further, his bubble butt slipping down, quickly followed by his legs moments later. Feeling Lucas struggling in his belly, Matt tried to pull himself up, but the extra 80 kilos now settling in his gut threw his balance off and it took some time for him to turn himself over, his massively engorged belly now preventing him from reaching his own ass to try and help Lucas. In a state of shock, Matt didn’t know what else to do but cry. He sobbed as the struggling in his boulder sized stomach slowed and eventually stopped. Matt eventually fell asleep from the combination exhaustion of devouring another human, and that person having been someone who cared for him.

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As the first rays of light shone through the blinds in Matt’s bedroom, it was evident he had gone through some changes during his sleep. Matt snored on though until past midday, his digestion requiring more energy. As he groggily woke, he slowly remembered last night and looked down at his belly in shock. What he saw confused him, however, as his midsection looked much fatter, but nowhere near as big as it was last night. Assuming it had all been a very confusing nightmare, he was suddenly shocked into reality by the sight of Lucas’ clothes on the floor. Pulling his much heavier body up with some difficulty, he lumbered over to his full length mirror and was stunned at what he saw.

Where before Matt had been a slightly overweight late 20’s desk jockey, he now looked positively obese. His whole body had thickened up, from his arms to his love handles. His slightly fleshy chest had rounded out into two soft moobs, with bottle cap sized nipples topping them, hard and pink. His belly had truly fattened up, now much larger and softer, jiggling crazily at the bottom of his overhang, his now smaller cock almost obscured from view. His pelvis too had grown to fat that his previously 4” flaccid penis was now barely 3” long, buried as it was. His love handles now resembled small bellies on his side, each bowing out half a foot from his ribs and sagging down to his thighs, which were like huge hams that supported his torso with ease, despite their softness. Turning slowly he noticed the biggest change of all though. His previously flat ass was now massively inflated. In fact it was obscene just how huge his rear had grown. Each cheek was the size of a soccer ball. Huge and bouncy, but somehow still tight and resembling a bubble butt, much like the one Lucas had, Matt mused.

After the initial shock of how fat he had gotten, Matt noticed other changes. He was now several shades darker than his previously pale skin tone. On top of that, he saw that he was hairier all over. His legs were covered in a thicker layer, while his belly and chest had a short but full layer over them, making his body more masculine in appearance. Matt had never been able to grow much more than patchy stubble, but now he had a five o’clock shadow across his jaw and cheeks, both of which had filled in more with the absorption of Lucas. Matt grabbed his ass with both hands and shook it, his sadness pierced with a thought. Something horrible and yet right at the same time.

He wanted more.