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rodolfoparras · 3 days
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Don’t cry over spilled milk (or do)
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Pairing: The Milkman x Male reader
Content warnings: 18+, anal fingering, Francis is one vocal fellow
Thinking about Francis Mosses who’s always been considered the perfect top, mostly because of his size- getting to bottom for the first time in his life.
Down on all four, with his ass in the air big fat cock uselessly hanging between his legs, and feeling himself flushing red from being in such a vulnerable position.
Besides the embarrassment brewing in his gut, he feels restless just laying like that , so used to being able to see what his partner is doing to him, now he can only rely on the feeling of your two thumbs prying his cheeks apart, and exposing the sensitive flesh to the cold air.
Goosebumps raise across his skin, a sharp breath escapes his lips and he can feel the impatience growing inside of him. “Come on come come on just hurry up!,” he hisses out, feeling even more vulnerable from the way your gaze seems to be burning into the pink flesh of his ass.
“Patience love” you say, hand firmly landing on his cheek, and as much as he’s embarrassed to say it, the action manages to silence him.
His dark eyes glare down at the bright white sheets, thumbs fiddling with the loose threads of it, trying to ignore how his face must be as red as the cheek you just slapped while you freely ogle at him.
“Anybody told you that you look pretty like this hm?” You say, thumbing curiously at his puckered rim, but not adding enough pressure to push your finger inside him.
Another wave of embarrassment washes over him, and he feel the urge to cuss you out with every curse word to exist in the English language but he knows but he knows by doing so you, you’ll further prolong this.
So he clears his throat, swallows down his pride before he mutters the word “No,”
A contended hum escapes your lips, your hot breath washing over his skin and this time he knows your face is just a hair away from his puckered rim. “Well you are,” you say, words as firm as your grip on him. “So so pretty”
And you’re so so close yet so far away.
He clears his throat again, swallows the last bit of pride in him before he utters the words “Please just please-“
“What is it sweetheart? What do you want hm?” You say, amusement clear in your voice. He can even feel the way the tip of your nose drags along his bottom half, doing everything and anything in your power to wind him up and he doesn’t know how much more he can take before he combust.
“Please just please fuck me!” He cries out, tears threatening to spill from his glassy eyes but all the air is suddenly punched out of his lungs when you slip the tip of your finger inside.
There’s a slight sting that comes with the stretch, body momentarily tensing as you carefully work your finger inside him”Oh! Oh oh fuck!”
“Francis? You okay?” You say, carefully massaging the pink flesh.
With each brush of your finger tip; the burning sensation dulls a bit and he feels himself relax back onto the sheets, a soft hum rolling off his tongue before he manages to properly answer you. “Good, it’s good,” he hums out, as he further relaxes into your touch.
Eventually the stinging sensation completely subsides and he starts feeling empty with only your fingertip inside. “More, please more,” he grunts out hips subconsciously buck up into your hand.
“Such a demanding little thing” you say to him as a chuckle escapes your lips but you don’t waste a second working your finger deeper inside of him til you’re buried knuckles deep, and tactically grazing the wall of nerves that sends sparks of pleasure through his body, specially down to his dick.”Mmph-God! Just- ah just like that”
This isn’t something he’s felt before, your touch feels ever so intoxicating especially when your calloused finger grazes the sensitive wall of nerves and before he realizes what he’s doing he finds himself begging for more, greedy as ever and drunk on pleasure.
It doesn’t take much before you fulfill his wish, pushing two fingers past his puckered rim, the stinging sensation briefly returning , as he gets used to the feeling of having two thick digits inside of him. “Come on sweetheart, you can take it yeah? I know you can” he hears you say, familiar word spilling past your lips and for a brief seconds he imagines the times he’d been the one to say it when he had someone under him.
Eager to prove himself, he starts fucking himself back onto your digits, something that starts off slow as he gets used to the stretch before he increases the pace. “Ugh fuck - fuck feels so so good yes yes yes!!”
By this point he doesn’t register when you work a third finger inside of him, only registering the fullness that comes with it and the way your hand slides between his legs, gently palming his ballsack
“Look at you love, haven’t even fucked you yet you’re already so close to cumming,” You say , puncturing every word with a thrust to his prostate while tugging at his hard and weeping dick.
Francis couldn’t care less about the fact that you’re taunting him, couldnt care less about how pathetic he looks like this, all he can care about is how every thrust - every stroke, has him inching closer to his orgasm.
“Please oh god please -“ He cries out, begs and pleads sounding something akin to a mantra, fingers practically digging holes into the mattress and the muscles in his thighs cramping up from how hard he’s fucking himself onto your hand.
It doesn’t take much before he feels his toes curl, pulse roaring in his ears as a wave of hot white pleasure washes over him.
“Ah ah God ‘m cumming ‘m cumming please-“ he cries out, feels himself spill all over the sheets and his thighs, body shaking as you continue to milk his cock.
“Stop- stop, please.” He finally slurs out, once there’s nothing but pathetic spurts of cum coming from his cock, hand blindly pushing you away from him before he finally slumps down onto the mattress.
Exhaustion creeps up his bones, eyelids feeling heavier than ever and all of a sudden he feels himself fading away in the dream land.
“Ah, ah ah,” he hears you say, the sound of your sharp voice snapping him awake. “We’re not done here,”
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konosohn · 3 days
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MDNI. dom amab reader x sub milkman (that’s not my neighbor)
I’m only kind of joking.
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The first time he ever graced the thick paneled window to your office, one question and one question only crossed your mind: what exactly are the semantics of milking a milkman? The only answer that presented itself: you’d be crazy not to find out.
“You’re the one who wanted in so bad.” You tease into Francis’ skin. The short hairs stuck along his temple brush against your upper lip.
“Mmm, fuck, I didn’t know it would be like this— Ah!” He moans out again as another orgasm shoots down his spine, his cum spattering out across your slacks. Your grip remains unyielding around his cock, your pointer finger and thumb creating an agonizing ring just below the head. He presses the balls of his feet against the tiled floor in an attempt to cope with the overstimulation buzzing through his lower body.
You take a moment to look at him. His hat sits precariously on his head, ready to tip and fall at a moment’s notice. You have half a mind to straighten it, but fuck, is it giving you a good view of him right now. His disheveled uniform, bowtie undone, dangling uselessly around the collar of his unbuttoned shirt, revealing his heaving chest. His white pants bunched around his thighs, the belt that used to hold them up now being used to secure his hands behind his back. You tsk at him.
“I think you had an idea.” You gather some spit in your mouth and let it dribble down, joining the mess between his legs.
The flush spread across his face is rivaled only by those alluring dark crescents seated under his teary eyes. You have to stifle the urge to tell him not to cry over spilt milk.
You press yourself harder against him, your knee between his legs practically lifting him onto the metal desk as you close your fist around his cock and restart your feverish pace. He leans his head back against the glass of the security window, his voice falling into a strangled pattern of whimpers and gasps. Precum seeps from his tip with every pump of your hand.
Just watching him like this has you breathing heavy. You lean down to suck at the skin of his chest, your teeth sloppily grazing over his nipple.
“Fuck, I—“
He arches his back, the buckle of his belt clinking against your desk. You can feel the veins of his cock pulse against your palm every time you squeeze him. Out of the corner of your eye, you watch his balls tighten, a single pathetic spurt of cum shooting out followed by a thin milky stream leaking down his shaft to your fist. He gasps out, legs buckling beneath him as his hips spasm into your touch.
You slow your movements, making sure to milk him for all he’s worth. Your free hand slips the tie from his neck. Before he can even process what you’ve done, a neat bow is staring him in the face from around the head of his cock. He can’t even think of a response, looking at you helplessly as you fix the buttons on your shirt. You meet his gaze with a smile that spells trouble.
“You’re on floor 3, right?”
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vilebf · 2 days
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Okay...but what about reader having a prince Albert piercing and fucking Geto?
mdni. top amab reader & sub bottom suguru geto
my god anon i just fucking nutted so damn hard..fuck...literally that man would turn into a cock drunk whore the moment he gets a good feel of the titanium piercing kissing his prostate.
like can you imagine how impatient geto would be in the healing process too? he's tried pouncing on you, stripping you naked to get a good look at what will be his new favourite toy― he even suggested topping you once because it got so bad, but that never happened.
it makes him hard just looking, but it gets him shooting cum instantly when you do finally fuck his ass.
'how many times is that now, suguru?' you mock the ebony-head below you in missionary position, 'feels that good, huh? you're gonna squeeze my dick off at this rate.'
geto is unable to form a coherent response as your hips continue to drive into his ass, 'ngh- ahh- hah...w-what happens if- fuck...it comes undone?'
you give him this curious look, one eyebrow cocked with a smirk splayed on your countenance. 'that's what you're worried about? not the fact that your ass is so damn raw right now?'
you lean in, cupping his cheeks with both of your palms as you continuously plow into him with tears stinging his eyes.
'ohhh baby- my sweet adorable boy.'
'please-'
'mhm?'
'please, y/n.' geto cums again with a small cry, compelling you to slow your movements so he could really get a good feel of the metal. his legs shake in response.
cum dribbles down his shaft and onto his hairy pelvis as he hazily looks down at where you're connected to him. you then gaze down with him, placing one hand into his stomach and the other lazily dragging his balls up to stretch open his asshole more.
'damn, you're twitching like crazy.' you hiss and he clicks his tongue at you in irritation of the overstimulation building up in his abdomen.
'endure it just a little longer. i haven't cum yet.'
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alteriivik · 18 hours
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sub boyfriend who called you in your work break! How sweet of him to ask all about your day! But he’s actually fucking himself with the biggest toy he owns, pretending like you’re talking to him as you’re fucking him so hard! he really thinks you should come home earlier~
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A CALL FROM HOME | RAMBLES
warnings: sexual content!!
YESYEYSSYESY 100x OF THIS!!
sub boyfriend who feels a little neglected in the affection sector lately. He misses the times where you would hug him out of the blue, spoil him with your love; giving him the most love-filled kisses, and the warmthness of your hugs. He pouts when he noticed that the hickey you have him a few days ago was slowly healing, and he sulks.
sub boyfriend after days of no physical affection, couldn't help but have that itching at the back of his mind, the itch to be fucked, and it’s getting worse day by day. He can’t help it! You’ve been so busy lately n’ all he gets are quick kisses and cuddles when he’s asleep. So after just a few days, he gives into the temptation and takes out his toys, with a guilty yet excited look.
sub boyfriend, who lets out a loud moan when he plunges himself onto the dildo, a pleasured look on his face as he gulps down the drool that had almost drooped down the side of his mouth. His body was shaking, back arching, thighs quivering, and toes curling. Oh god, he misses this feeling—honestly wishing it was you and not this toy inside him.
sub boyfriend who trusts himself onto the toy, eyes blurry and head hazy. He could feel his gummy walls throbbing, the pleasure-filled statics that shudder through his whole body as he fills himself once again. He was wearing your comfy hoodie, staining it with his pearlescent cum. His dick proudly stood up, bobbing up and down with his pace; it leaked cum from his last orgasm. He feels himself spasming again, the sweet feeling of release almost at his grasp again. His heavy breathing becoming quicker, transitioning into quick pants. He misses you so so so much.
sub boyfriend who suddenly had an idea popped into his head after hours of pleasuring himself to the thought of you. A shit-eating grin graces his face as he slowly moves to get his phone, letting out a small whimper as he takes out the toy. He quickly dialed your number, hands shaky. He was excited; this little trick made him hard again, thinking about all the possible outcomes—what if you answered and started to command him? using your rough words to follow your instructions, or what if you started to insult him? calling him a desperate slut for you. He drooled at the thought, readying himself to take the toy inside him again. Eyes sparkling as you pick up the phone, your voice ringing throughout the room.
sub boyfriend who speaks in his usual tone, trying his best not to give himself out. He was acting innocently, gently asking about how your day was going. He mostly had to muffle his noises with his hand, even disguising them as giggles or coughs. The sweaty atmosphere in the room wasn’t helping him but your voice was making it worse. He half-heartedly listens to you but he focuses more on how your voice sounded like, it being a little deeper from how tired you were. And maybe he focused too much on how you sounded like that thoughts started to swirl inside his head, his walls painfully throbbing.
sub boyfriend who continues the whole conversation like this, riding up and down the dildo. Tears at the corner of his eyes, face so cutely flushed and lips swollen from the constant bites in trying to muffle himself. He felt overstimulated yet whenever you start speaking he fells like doing it more. He started to pretend that you were having a nice conversation with him in person, complaining about some trashy coworker while trusting into him so mercilessly. You, using him like the cum sock and him, being used like the whore that he was. He was white. It didn’t take long to realize what was happening for you though, especially when he let out a questionably sensual moan.
When you came home, you RAILED his ass like there’s no tomorrow.
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thegnomelord · 16 hours
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Imagine Intoxicated Sex With Ghost
CW:NSFW, MDNI, intoxicated sex (weed) Subbot Ghost, domtop Mreader, safe/sane/consensual, smoking, playing with hands, anal, recreational drug use.
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Ghost doesn't like being inebriated. Even when out drinking with the lads at the nearest pub he'll never reach the point of intoxication where he can't drive a car or punch a man's lights out if he needs to. He saw what booze did to his pa, saw what the drugs did to Tommy, he doesn't want the Riley 'legacy' to dig it's roots into him — just the thought of it makes his stomach churn and his lungs feel like they're infested with black mold.
But sometimes when both of you are on leave, the battlefield miles away yet the lingering ache of it all filling his bones with static, he'll indulge in the weed his doc prescribed. It took him a while to be comfortable to use it, both with himself and you. But he trusts you, knows you won't do anything to him that you two hadn't agreed to prior; you're good for him like that.
Too good.
Making the blunt feels intimate in a way Ghost can't describe. The way you sit right next to him on the couch, both of you on even level, works to relax some of the usual tenseness in his spine. It's the careful glide of your knife along the cheap cigar to create a clean cut so you can empty the dried leaves into the trash that has his heart beating a little faster — then again, he's always liked the look of a knife in your hands and how precise you could be with it.
He'd die before he told you his thoughts, so he takes the empty cigar paper without a word and carefully measures how much of the weed he puts in, just a little shy of the recommended dose. He feels your nonjudgmental gaze on his fingers as he rolls the makeshift blunt, yours might be the only one that doesn't make his skin prickle with discomfort.
"You're getting better at that." You note. Ghost's blunt making skill isn't such a slop-job as it used to be when he first started doing this, but it's by no means pretty. "Practice some more and they might start looking half-assed."
"Sod off." The edge in his tone would cut deeper if he didn't bump his shoulder against yours. "At least I don't make 'em look like logs of shite."
"Mean." You tut but shoulder his weight without complaint and wrap an arm around his waist. He leans further on you until he ends up laying across your lap, his back pinning your legs down and his head resting on the couch arm, making himself comfortable like a cat in a sunning spot.
"What? Can't handle the truth?" He says, staring at the blunt in his hand. You don't rush him, sitting in comfortable silence with your hand loosely carding through his disheveled hair, fingers scratching his scalp and the soft blond strands curling at his nape for a few minutes while Simon prepares himself. You know he's ready when he pulls the face mask off his face, biting the end of the blunt between his teeth and turning his head towards you.
You reach to hold his jaw, the sensation of your fingers scraping against his stubble both electric and calming for him. With a small 'click' an equally small flame sparks at the tip of the lighter, the fire dances in his dark eyes as you hold it at the other end of the blunt until it's tip is ignited.
Simon holds the blunt with his fingers, eyes closing as he takes a deep and controlled breath. The smoke lazily crawls down his trachea to settle in his lungs, he holds his breath until there's a small tightness in his chest before breathing out just as slowly. It takes a couple more puffs before he can feel the vestiges of that lazy high begin to nibble on his nerves, eyes cracking open to look at your visage through the dancing smoke.
Weed takes the edge off life for him; the constant ache of his body is easy to forget when the pleasant buzz fills his skull, chest full of feathers and a deep floaty calmness settling in his bones. Only his spine feels weird, like his lower back is made of kinetic sand, muscles tensing and relaxing but even that works to calm him down, ground him to the sensation of your fingers carding through his hair.
When a low grunt escapes him you lean down, plucking the blunt from his lips to kiss him. This kiss isn't rushed like most of your intimacy needs to be — you have all the time in the world. Ghost opens his mouth and hums into the kiss, the taste of weed on his tongue as he lazily licks into your mouth and along your teeth, lingering whisps of smoke escaping through the crack of both of your lips.
You part so he can take another drag of the blunt, your warm lips leaving chaste kisses on his forehead, nose, eyebrows, cheeks, eyelids when he flutters them shut, and anywhere where you can reach. From the corner of his eye he sees you turn the Tv on, setting some cartoon on a low volume to further ease him into the mental space of calmness. Then your free hand reaches to loosely hold his own free hand, your thumb tracing the scars on the back of his hand.
Your hands don't wander any lower, letting him feel your warmth while he lazily finishes his blunt until it's gone. "You alright Si?" You ask.
"Like a hog in shite." He manages, tilting his head to further lean into your hand that's scratching his scalp. It's something he loves about you — the slow approach you like to take with him. Not just jumping straight to sex, though that's fun too, but sitting there with him, letting him ramble about who knows what while you two watch some shite cartoon, giving him sweet kisses when his hand tugs on your shirt.
It makes Simon's heart feel like it could leap from his chest if his ribs weren't in the way. Fuck, at times like these he could probably spill his heart out to you if the weed didn't line his tongue with lead. He still tries in his own way, taking your hand that's holding his and starting to play with your fingers. Following the lines of your palm with his thumb, curling your fingers and laying sloppy kisses along your knuckles, humming contently when you hold his jaw loosely and scrape your thumb against his stubble.
Simon doesn't know when he gets aroused. Only that one moment he's not, and by the time you two part from another lazy kiss he's tenting his sweatpants.
"Hey," Simon grunts, holding your hand by the wrist as he nibbles on your finger. "Want you."
"You already have me." You snort.
Even high as a kite Simon's not all too pleased with your humor, nipping your finger just at the edge of pain. "Smart arse." His lips follow his teeth to soothe the bite with a small kiss. "Want your cock."
Straight to the point, that one.
A small laugh escapes you, "Alright, alright." He grumbles like a bear roused from hibernation when you have him sit up. He grips your shirt to demand one more kiss from you, your lips distracting him so he doesn't notice when you pick him up. The face he makes is hilarious, like a dog that thinks he's too heavy to be picked up.
But he gets over it quickly, large arms wrapping around your neck to hold onto you as you stumble to the bedroom. A breath escapes him when you lay him down on the bed and he doesn't let go, resulting in you tumbling into bed on top of him. The curse you let out when you fall on him makes him giggle like a school boy.
He's absolutely no help when you try to take his clothes off, laying there like a sack of potatoes and only occasionally wriggling in place. Simon gives you an annoyed look and a chiding "Why'r you so slow?" when you have him lift his hips so you can slide his sweatpants and boxers down his legs. His cock bobs against his belly, a tiny drop of precum smearing against his skin.
"Because you're no help." You grunt, quickly taking your own clothes off. "Seriously Si, you're like trying to move a mountain."
But you don't mind him being like this. You love it, and you love him when he just huffs something under his breath and flops over on his front. He spreads his legs, his hard cock laying between his thighs and his hole just peeking out from between his cheeks. "Mhm," Humming Simon hugs the pillow, nuzzling his cheek into it as he gives you a lazy look, his pupils blown wide and eyes puffy. "Sounds like an excuse t'me."
Even with you it took him a while before he could turn his back to you like this, trust you like this.
"Fuck Simon, look at you." Gently you push another pillow under his hips to hike them up and the way he arches his back to grind his cock against it has your breath stuttering in your chest. You can't keep your hands off him, gingerly massaging the back of his thighs as you slowly trail up, purposely skipping over his ass to dig your thumbs into his lower back. "Gorgeous."
Simon lets out a slow breath as your fingers make the muscles relax, eyes closing and his back rippling as he melts into the sheets. "Well aren't you a charmer." His voice is mumbled into the pillow and the small wiggle of his ass he does to entice you is cute as hell. "C'mon." He nags, throwing the harshest glare he can at you. "Fuck me already." He demands, but he doesn't try to get up from his position, content to just lay and have you listen to his commands.
That's another thing side of Ghost you only see when he's high as a kite — he likes being a pillow prince, to give you orders and rest easy knowing you won't do anything he doesn't want. If it doesn't make your heart melt, that he trusts you like that, you don't know what will.
"Alright, alright," You placate him by finally groping his ass while you grab the lube on the nightstand with your other hand. You squirt a generous amount on your hand and warm it up between your fingers, settling between his legs in a way you can lay kisses along his spine while you slowly circle your fingers around his hole. You reach around with your other hand to lazily stroke him, the lube making the glide of your hand smooth and pleasant.
He's more vocal like this, a low half moan leaving him as Simon closes his eyes. Usually the feeling of a body looming over his back would have him tensing and bearing his teeth, but all he does now is breathe in and relax, muscles tensing for a fraction of a moment when your fingers breach him before he relaxes again. Simon's arms tense to hug the pillow tighter, the soft material muffling the soft moans and deeper grunts you pull from his chest with every small movement of your finger.
It's impossible for you not to tease him. "You like that, sweet prince?" But your tone is light and loving, pushing your finger deeper and distracting him from the small hints of pain the stretching of his muscles brings by stroking his cock more firmly, thumbing his cumhole.
Simon moans unabashedly and nods, biting the pillow and worrying it between his teeth when you push another finger inside him. "Mhm," He doesn't deny it. He can't deny it when the weed in his system makes the pleasure 10 times stronger, the usual electric pleasure now slowly replacing the marrow in his bones as your fingers twist and curl against his slick walls. "So good fer me." He mumbles.
Simon feels like he's floating on a cloud; Each kiss along his spine makes small shivers race down his limbs, the coldness of you pouring more lube over his hole complementing the heat of your hand around his cock, his drool soaking into the pillow and the sweetest sounds escaping him as you stretch him out. His cock leaks a constant stream of precum, his hips occasionally giving minute twitches to fuck into your hand but he's too relaxed to do more than that.
"Ready?" You ask when you think he's stretched enough, slowly pulling your fingers out of him. His hole clenches around nothing, dollops of slick lube escaping past his rim and running down his heavy balls; neither him nor his body is happy about the sudden lack of stimulation.
"Hurry." He orders, cracking an eye to watch you from the corner of his eye as you trail kisses up his spine until you're draped over him, catching his lips in a sloppy kiss while you lube your cock and line yourself up.
He moans into your mouth when the tip of your cock pops into him. "Fuck, yes lovie- just like that. . ." Your name sounds like honey on his tongue as you slide in deeper. His muscles contract and relax with each inch you push into him until he's left panting against the pillow when your balls finally rest against him. He's so hot around you, slick and pliant and trusting, blindly seeking you out for another kiss as you both adjust to the new position.
"Good?" You lazily stroke his cock again, feeling his back muscles ripple against your front as the pleasure washes over his system.
"Perfect." He moans and rolls his hips into your hand, simultaneously fucking himself onto your cock. "Move."
"Yes sir." You grin. You keep the pace slow and loving, a continuous and slow roll of your hips making your cock drag against his prostate. Reaching out to hold his free hand you rock your hips to meet his own movements. Each slow scrape of your cock against his walls has him whimpering, an occasional sharp thrust earning you a pleased moan, the pillow muffling the little breathy 'ah- hah-hm- ah' he makes when you grind your cock as deep as it'll go while rubbing his shaft.
Pleasure continues to build in his body, muscles tensing and relaxing, every single thought melting out of his skull save for your name that he moans like a prayer, your loving movements slowly and steadily turning Simon into a pile of goo. He doesn't even notice when he cums, it rushes through him like lightning striking a tree, pearly cum spurting over your hand as he shouts a loud "Fuck!".
You slow down only for a few seconds, long enough for him to come down from his high and begin grumbling and whining, showing you that he's nowhere near reaches his limit despite his cock softening in your hand. So you indulge his gluttonous side, starting to slowly thrust into him as you stroke his soft shaft. You cum eventually, his hole greedily clenching around you as you shoot your cum inside him and then keep going on fucking him until his voice becomes hoarse from screaming your name.
By the time you two are well and truly done you're both wrung dry, a sizable puddle of cum formed beneath his cock and his hole loose and lax, trying to clench around your cock and the cum you fucked deep inside him.
You use what sense you have in your skull that hadn't melted through your cock to roll you to over on the side so he's not laying in his own cum. Simon grunts when you attempt to pull out, gripping your hand as tightly as his relaxed muscles can until you get the message and lay back down, spooning him with your cock still deep inside him.
And fuck, the buzz of weed and pleasure from sex has him so loose and relaxed you could do anything to him and he wouldn't object. But you don't, simply cuddling up against his back and kissing his sweaty nape.
He loves you for that. He loves that he can trust you. He doesn't know when the last time was when he was this relaxed. A small giggle escapes him and he tilts his head back so you can lay kisses on his neck.
"Love you too Si." He hears you mutter against his ear before he falls asleep. And for the first time since the last time you two did this, does he sleep without the nightmares of a cold grave and a burning home haunting his dreams.
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queer-n-here · 2 days
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imagine fucking tanizaki/chuuya in your sweater that was too big for him.. aww, poor baby is trying so hard to cover his face using the sleeves dangling off his arms while you ram into his hole mercilessly:3
Oh, ohohohohohohohohohohohohohoho! *smirks* Is it that time of the year? *Winks* Aha! Aha, aha! My, finally.
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I found this art on Pinterest, credits to the rightful owner. I thought it was really close to what I was imagining while writing this piece.
Contents: Fucking Tanizaki in a sweater too big for him <3
Warnings: Smut, top male reader, rough sex, biting.
Tanizaki probably didn't know the affect he had on you. Nope, he definitely did not know.
Why else would be standing at your balcony so nonchalantly, wearing absolutely nothing but one of your sweaters?
It was even bigger on him than the one that he usually wore, and it ended just above his knees. The neckline of the sweater was so wide that it was almost falling off Tanizaki's shoulder, exposing the pale skin that was heavily marked with bruises from last night's round of sex. He had tried to roll up the sleeves to keep his hands free, but they kept slipping down, and so he let them be.
God, it was too much.
You had only returned from a mission, and the moment you entered yours and Tanizaki's shared room, the sight that greeted you was this. You had planned to watch a movie and cuddle, but turns out tonight was not going to be so wholesome after all.
You walked up to him, using your ability to mask your footsteps. Once you were close enough, you wrapped your arms around his thin waist, startling him.
Tanizaki whipped around, eyes wide, only relaxing when he saw that it was you and no one else. "Phew, you scared me..."
"Mn," You lowered your head to press a soft kiss in the crook of his neck, right where you'd left hickeys about 20 hours ago.
Tanizaki smiled, shifting his arms to hold your face in his sweater-covered hands. He raised himself onto his tip-toes, and placed a small peck on your lips.
"I see you've stolen my sweater, hmm?" You said, tucking a strand of his hair behind his ear.
He flushed slightly. "And so what? It's not like you left me anything to wear."
You chuckled, leaning over to press a kiss to his forehead before pulling back to look at him.
"But I must say," Your eyes raked over his body, from his bare legs to his exposed collarbone. "You look good."
Tanizaki's face reddened further, and he tried to pull the hem of the sweater down to cover his knees. You leaned forwards, sliding your hands underneath the fabric to let your fingertips ghost over his skin. He froze in place, hands rising to clutch your shoulders.
"Should we head to bed?" You asked him, smirking.
He nodded, and let you lead him back into the room, shutting the balcony door behind you two.
"Go and lie on the bed, hmm?" You whispered to him, and he obliged.
You opened the bedside drawer, and pulled out a bottle of lube before following Tanizaki to the bed. You looked over to him, and he looked up at you as you gently caressed his cheek.
"I never really expected you to look so gorgeous in my clothes..." You lowered your hand to his thigh instead, rubbing and massaging the skin there. "Had I known, I would've made you wear some earlier."
He looked at you, his hands placed against your chest as your hands kneaded his thigh. A soft hum left his lips.
"You like it that much?" Tanizaki asked, looking up at you shyly.
"Mn," You nodded, and leaned down to kiss him.
As his lips parted to yours, you slid your hand into his sweater, caressing his hip and waist gently. You kissed him passionately, nibbling and biting at his lips in the way you knew made him breathless. He wrapped his arms around your neck, letting you do as you liked. Slowly, you hooked your finger against the waistband of the boxers that he was wearing beneath the sweater.
Pulling away, you looked at him.
He was panting, face flushed completely and his hair was messy, expression slightly dazed. His lips were swollen and red.
"Hmm," You buried your head into the crook of his neck, kissing and biting at the exposed flesh. Tanizaki moaned, biting his lips to muffle the sound.
You pulled his boxers off, kneeling on the bed in front of him as you threw it away, and this time when you leaned down to kiss him you were rough. You spread his legs, pulling the hem of the sweater over Tanizaki's waist to reveal his semi-hard cock and already leaking hole.
Pulling away, you unbuckled and unzipped your pants, pulling them down and throwing them away to free your cock from its restraints as you looked down at the flushed mess of a man beneath you.
"Fuck, baby," You took up the bottle of lube and coated some over your dick.
Tanizaki was more than prepped, you'd done that only yesterday. Aligning your tip with his hole, you slid in, making him gasp and arch his back as his fingers scrambled to find purchase.
You were slow and gentle, something that Tanizaki knew wouldn't last long. You were always soft on him, outside of bed.
Sure enough, once you had entered completely, the movement of your hips was slow, but not gentle anymore. You sped up, gaining a rhythm as Tanizaki moaned underneath you, clutching at the sheets beneath his head for dear life. His cock was now fully hard, and it slapped against his stomach when you pushed into him.
"Nghh, ba- Hah! [Name]!" He said.
Your hips snapped into his, and his body moved in sync with yours. You began pounding into him at a ruthless pace, your eyes glued to his face. Both your thrusts and your gaze were like that of a ferocious animal proudly devouring its prey.
Tanizaki panted and huffed beneath you, his red face a stark contrast with the white sheets beneath him. His back was arched, eyes blurring up at the sensation of your tip against his gummy walls.
"Mmph, [Name]! S-slow down a- Ahh!" He bit his lips again. "Slow down a little bit!"
But you were far from listening.
You sped up instead, watching greedily as your thrusts made Tanizaki scramble to ground himself. Just the sight of his flushed face looking up at you and struggling to breath as your cock rearranged his insides was good enough to drive you feral.
His hole was fluttering around you now, making sparks of pleasure shoot up from the length of your cock. You wrapped his legs around your waist, and placed your hands on either side of his head. As you continued your onslaught on his poor hole, a particular thrust made Tanizaki's eyes widen. His back arched completely off the bed, and a sound as lewd as the devil himself left his pretty swollen lips.
Shifting, you hit that spot up again, smirking devilishly as the feeling of your tip bullying his sweet spot made Tanizaki turn and try to hide his face away from your predatory gaze. It wasn't working well, not when he could barely keep himself to the bed.
He raised his hands instead, using the sleeves of your own sweater to hide his blushing face from you, and you frowned in annoyance. Still, your hips showed no signs of slowing. Your thrusts grew more and more forceful, till Tanizaki had to bite down on the fabric to not scream. Tears had spilled down either side of his face, and his thighs were trembling around your waist.
You reached forwards, dissatisfied, and roughly yanked his hands away from his face. You pinned his wrists down on either side of his head, hips never stopping. Now Tanizaki could only cry out and arch his back, his brain muddling.
Your cock against his sweet spot with each thrust was making him lose sense of reality. His pupils were blown out, and his mouth was open as more cries spilled out of it. You were pinning him down so hard that his wrists were beginning to bruise, and yet neither your grip on him nor your hips softened.
You fucked Tanizaki hard and fast and just the way you knew was perfect to render his brains useless. His face was covered in tears, and sweat-soaked hair was sticking to his forehead.
"Gah! Hnng, [Name]!" He tried to speak through his pants. "C-close!"
One word, and you fully turned into a beast. Your hips pounded into Tanizaki at an inhumane speed, the bed starting to creak in protest under you. You fucked him, grunting at the feeling of him tightening miserably around you, a symptom of his upcoming orgasm.
He came, a crying ripping itself free from his throat as ropes of cum shot out of his untouched dick, his hole squeezing around you so tight it was starting to get difficult to pull out and push back in. His pretty fucked-out expression was more than enough to get you to come in him, painting his walls white with your seed as your hips finally slowed to a stop.
You let go of his wrists, pulling out of him to collapse on the bed beside him.
As you caught your breath, you turned your head to look at Tanizaki. He was still in a daze, his chest heaving with each breath. You leaned forwards and pressed a kiss to his forehead.
"I love you, baby."
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I need more of dombot bossy gangster fr 🙏 like yes honey, i'll do whatever you want me to.
yandere 'bossy' gangster x male reader.
alright i got it... accidentally got back into tokyo rev i think. it gave me inspiration. to others first seeing; the other posts of this guy are under the first tag on my blog search thingy
both amab, dombot character, subtop reader. cw;; perverted gangster,,, stalker. creep. manipulation, exhibition.
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bro... cant get over jealous scenarios w this jealous 'bossy' guy. acting like a desperate insecure girlfriend who dominates you? as expected...
ㅡafter busting down ur door after politely unlocking it with his unconsensually copied key of ur apartment, immediately - love. showering you in affection. but not b4 expressing jealousy
"... no more of this." he'd drape himself across your lap, straddling you after grabbing your phone and tossing it haphazardly to a chair. so fucking heavy... but... his chest was right in ur face so you dont think you can complain. they were soft... squish.
"mm.. mhm." grunting back in reply, face squished against his chest.,,, continuing with a soft, "yeah, alright." ㅡwow! so congenial of you!
"that's right! mhm! mhm-mhm-mhm!" always a touch haughty as he wraps his arms around your neck; nearly suffocating you... but its okay, he's ur fated lover to be. you should totally be okay with him burying your face in his own chest..
ㅡbig on eye contact during sex. and he wants to cuddle after 'making love' with you. [ gets upset when you call it fucking, even when HE calls it fucking. "it's making love! We are Making LOVE! don't you feel it??? all the love pouring out of you????" as he speedily jerks you off and giving you no time to cool down as he strokes you even after you cum ] struggling to get away,,, but hes adamant on making more love. babe, you see that? all that love? yeah, that's what ur gonna fill me up with babe. right? DAMN right!
-and it was comfortable. and as always, the feeling of nervousness never settling as reality sets in, of course... a gangster murderer who bosses you around who happens to be obsessed with you... you wish he was a little more lenient, but at the same time ur scared to bring anything up because what if he blows up suddenly? i mean, not like he has yet... he's just scary in general.
and ... the plus is, is that he actually likes you! delusional, sure... but, c'mon. you weren't gonna turn down protection, as you were a deer in headlights when confronted by a mugger.,,,, you're weak. especially to ur lover! ㅡ knees weakening every time you see a glimpse of him in the crowds when ur in public and not with him, its so frightening... so frightening that you make sure to stay in well populated areas before getting dragged off by him and scolded that you didnt text him that you were going out today?!!!*×*$*%
ㅡin your bed, missionary, him underneath you with his legs wrapped around your hips and guiding you into him as your fave is buried in his neck,,, grinding into his hole you were stretching out w the mere girth of your cock he likes to praiseㅡ"can you believe that guy? nn-fgh fuck-fucking bastard smiling at youㅡ" and without it being your fault, you cant help but breathlessly grumble that - "shit, yeah, that's my bad, honey..." and shutting him up by sloppily shoving ur tongue down his throat, ur so sweet to him... cant help the cum that spits from his cock, ur tummy all messy but you dont mind at all, huh? yeah, babe... i dont mind if you follow me, ur protecting me from afar after all... matter of fact, its better that you come w me everywhere... "pre-nut clarity". balls deep inside him. hes so scaryㅡdont look at me with those big ass eyes full of love and adoration, freak...
-different petnames w this fucking guy. he would go insane. already he has a hard time shoving all the horniness and affection down when you call him honey so sweetly while taming him,,, but callin him baby like he does you. hnn.. short circuiting.
also big on aftercare for his darling little fated lover n all... but you don't quite like cuddling with your soft cock keeping ur cum burrowed deep inside him, feeling the slick of it drip down your balls too messily.. sticky. Fucking gross
"honey?" humming, a tad dryly while buried in his fat titsㅡ"mmmh?" he has the gall to be tired now? after drawing orgasm after orgasm outta you, with no signs of exhaustion.. "oh, yeah. shit, that's right..." seeming apologetic as he fumbles off you - "i'll clean you up, sweetums." too girly of a petname you think, but it fits. you say nothing, his bulky ass body tripping around with your nut dripping down his thighs... ekekk,,,,, then being too needy and making out with you in the shower. babe dont deny me of kisses... i love you. i love you???? I literally love you so much.
still as frightful as ever - occasionally. shrieking when he pops up in your apartment out of fucking no where - how the hell is someone so big so quiet? stalker. which he, in his eyes, calms you down by rubbing your bare cocks together again! "b-babe, i'm not scary. i love you. feel my through tranquility through the tips of our cocks, babe. babe? babe? babe?" repeatedly calling out to you as he reaches his orgasm, but you bury ur face in his shoulder and merely wrap ur arms around his neck in a mute reply... so embarrassed of urself.,,, letting this hulking intimidating man touch on you and play with himself on you.
also something about him bringing you with him to monthly meetings w his gang.,,,, he's at the head of a table or smth and youre underneath him, face buried in his muscular back w tears of pleasure in ur eyes while hes fucking himself on you??? at the same time i cant imagine this happening because like... him being too jealous to let others see you in general?!! but.. at the same time he'd want to show off his fated lover??? so perhaps. maybe. Perhaps.
ㅡso embarrassed of yourself... that youre actually whipped for this fucking delusional creep who busted into ur apartment and won't let you have any friends ... what is this, stockholm syndrome? fucking bastard. but he feels so good,,, this is willingness. your lil girlfriend whos a very dangerous man whos v needy n jealous... ur darling little honey who you motivate when he's dealing with someone who tried to rob you while you were trying to meet up with him.... [ babe r u srs... this is why i pick you up, babe. babe, what did we learn? ]
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"mhm, yeah that's right babe, tell him off." you pat him on the shoulder, in attempts to cheer him on. only makes him giddy and a little uncoordinated as he was trying to threaten this guy...
"babe, stop it..." giggling all bashful that ur not as scared. you'd say youre numb to it, almost? desensitized is the right word. he's still scary as fuck. badgering you to let him ride you while playing your games; constantly checking ur phone and being all nosy; going through your messages - um, who are these people? why isn't heㅡand his lackeysㅡyour only contact? your hulking freak of a lover is all the friend and boyfriendㅡ girlfriendㅡhusband you need, remember?????
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imagine being gaz’s next door neighbor! you’re a young guy who likes bass guitar and a lot of heavy metal music so you can only imagine the amount of headaches gaz’s gets when you’re playing.
but you’re as sweet and gentle as they come—although, mammoth in size, your voice is gentle and you handle things with such care that Gaz always thinks that maybe he has the wrong idea about you. at first he thought you were some emo hulk head but you’re more than that.
you bring him food when you’ve cooked to much and you never fail to play your music on low because you know he needs the rest.
and when he invites you over in spontaneous. you spend the night drinking and he gets to know you better, even tries his best to cook for you. gaz enjoys your company as you do his.
© astroknottt ™ 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒 !
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Since spring break is coming, I can finally write stories for y'all ‼️ busy life as a senior 🙏🏽 trust we will get that done.
I got bunch of sht in my drafts that were requested around Jan or Feb (that's my bad, 💀 writers block, stress and lack motivation is there)
‼️I'll treat y'all
I kinda wanna rewrite some of the stories I've made that weren't requested (not the Sanji "smoking hot" and bang chan "d-riding")
I even got two requests stories even tho my request are open which is fine ‼️ request ya sht even if it's not open, I'll do it when I open the request which is coming soon.
STORY THOUGHT(S):
BangChan x FTM reader "D-RIDING" part 3
Texting stories with SKZ or other groups that I know of
FTM member reader + SKZ
GOT7 Jinyoung x FTM/MALE reader
OC x male/FTM reader
SKZ x MTF reader
Probably more gender neutral
One Piece x Male/FTM reader
Soul Eater Stein x Male/FTM reader
HXH (adults) x Male/FTM reader
Animes that I know of (Black Clover, AOT, etc I can't think)
FINALLY a TEKKEN x Male reader (IDC how less known it is)
Maybe someday do a top male reader if I feel like it 💀
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Rafe cameron x (fwb) bestfriend (M)reader
So rafe and reader have been friends since they were little kids, growing up together rafe gets super possesive and clingy and is easily jealous with reader since reader gives rafe attention and affection the he doesn't really get from his parents(+ stepmom) so one night when they were at some friend's party, rafe sees reader smiling and laughing with some random girl (he doesn't know.) Making him clench his jaw in jealousy as he watches a bit from afar waiting for reader to just walk away but as awhile goes by he gets tired of just sitting and staring.
He gets up from his spot excusing himself as he walks upto them, he puts on a fake smile looking at only reader the whole time completely ignoring the girl as he says with a force happy voice.
"Hey guys! What're use doing?"
But just as reader was about to replie rafe completely cuts them off as he grabs readers arm saying.
"Yeah well that doesn't."
Before walking away dragging reader in the opposite direction of the girl leaving having his back turned to her his face drops the smile and leaves him with a cold facial expression.
As reader is used to this behavior he's just rolling his eyes as he follows behind rafe(like he has a choice.) As rafe leads them to a random empty bathroom as they get in rafe locks the door and pushes reader to the wall with a glaring stare rafe says.
"So who was that? Hmm? Some plaything? Some whore for a quick fuck? You know damn well none of those girls can please you like I can? Right?"
And reader just nods his head with a smirk and that's how they got here with rafe bent forward onto the bathroom sink getting fucked from behind by the reader making rafe look into the mirror at his own reflection to see his pretty expression.
(Sorry if this is to long and to quick at the same time I was trying to rush it but also try and get much detail in as possible also from the same person who asked about the outerbanks like rafe and jj but now just rafe if you can obviously tell but now I'm 🐀 - anon.)
🐀 - anon.
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Rafe Cameron x FWB! Male! User
Author's note: this was probably the longest request I ever got, so I did this one first, I also gave more back story, hope you don't mind that, sorry for making you wait this long for the bot </3
Scenario: "You and Rafe were friends for the longest you could remember, you were neighbors so it was quite easy, and even going to the same school together, your mom always saw you hang out with him, she was always kind with Rafe, just happy you made a friend. You two even finished school together, you two were the best of friends, he liked you more than his other 'friends', but your friendship with him developed, starting off as just watching porn together while jerking off, than Rafe's hand went to your cock, stroking it, it was the beginning of your friends with benefits relationship with Rafe, and one day, Rafe took it up a step, or well, two, going to your house, into your room, and just... riding you, your hands gripping his hips, and god did it feel good for the both of you" - basically the back story, and from then it's just the request, so I'm not going to type it all out, my fingers already hurt Warning: NSFW, sex in a bathroom, possessive! Rafe, extremely clingy! Rafe (he can't go a day without seeing you), Rafe gets jealous easy, nonconsensual lovers? (Rafe sees that you both are already dating, that you are his boyfriend, but you don't know that, nor did you even consent to it, since he never told you or even confessed, but still calling you just his 'friend', so a little fwb to lovers and conflicted! Rafe?), Rafe is 20 years old in this, Rafe calling a random girl in his head a "bitch" for flirting with you, and then also calling her a "whore" to your face You're his friend, no one else's, you 'ought to remember that.
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after exams | 18+
"one more baby.. isn't this what you wanted?" your warm hands grabbed his hips, thumbs on his v-line before you pulled him in closer to his fate.
"no mooreeee, no moreeee.. m'sorry.." he was on your bed, sweaty, flushed, and grasping. he had an arm over his face while he tossed and turned, biting his arm to prevent noise.
he could feel you pulse inside of him while you clawed him towards you, pushing his sweaty hair delicately. you pulled ontop of him, a predatory grin leaking itself onto your lips at his helpless state. he couldn't even look at you, knowing that he dug his own grave.
he could feel your finger trace his stomach, delicately scraping the skin. "all bark and no bite, huh?" your hand traced lower and lower, and he braced his breath, feeling you reach his pelvis. it rested there, teasing him by slowly going closer to his spent, overstimulated cock.
"remember when you teased me while i was studying? all those slow touches, all those looks?" your hand grabbed his cock, feigning away the frantic arms that attempted to stop you.
"m'sorry! jus' missed you.. n'moree..." he had tears pooling in his eyes, desperation rising in his voice. he couldn't take another round, he might die! you're too big-- it feels like he can't breathe! and you're too mean, making him ride you until his knees buckled and his body became putty, in the names of "proving how much he wanted it."
the condom box you bought for today had long since gone dry, and the fresh bottle of lube is starting to run dry. soiled condoms littered your bed and your cum was being plugged by your dick.
"you still miss me now?" that same teasing tone rose again, "cause i missed my baby too.." a small smile crept up on his face, hearing the sincerity in your voice.
"i miss him so much, that i think i'll show him again, and again, and again until i make up for the weeks of exams.. and i don't think i can wait for more lube or condoms." his face quickly grew pale, protesting noises leaving his mouth as you buried yourself back inside of him
GOJO, GETOU, HINATA, OIKAWA, SAKUSA, MAMMON, DIAVOLO, KAEYA, KAVEH, YUJI, al haitham, atsumu, kuroo, sukuna + ur favourites
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m getting back into writing, hopefully make a few other thinsg n experiment a bit in writing styles, also kind of inspired by the layout of mr cool n sexy @maroonsoul
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Ango x Muscular Reader Headcannons
This for my bro 🦅 anon. I'm sorry, I accidentally deleted your original req, thank God I still remember what you asked for!
Also, *removes glasses and grimly rubs forehead* I felt kinda guilty since I wasn't able to do your recent Fyodor ask justice, so this is a compensation for that. Hope you like it.
Contents: Muscular Reader x Ango Akaguchi. Both SFW and NSFW Headcannons.
Warnings: Smut, Top male reader, Nipple play, virgin Ango, virginity loss.
SFW
I can see Ango getting slightly flustered when he first sees you.
You, a rookie ability user in the Special Division for Unusual Powers unit, greeting him formally, and the first thing Ango registers is your sheer size.
To begin with, you're 6'2", considerably taller than Ango himself at 5'8". (Yes, I looked up his height.)
Moreover, that's not all to your build. One glance at you and anyone would be able to tell you work out. Your arms are as thick as an average man's quads, to say the least. And your uniform is visibly straining against your chest; that thing is not going to last long.
But in the beginning Ango is only slightly impressed, glad to have someone who's physically strong on the team, just in case an incident like that of Tatsuhiko Shibusawa happens again. Draconia was frightening, and Ango is more than happy to have someone who would have a chance fighting against their own ability.
And then you two get partnered up for your first mission.
The only reason Ango gets put on it is because of his ability 'Decadence of Discourse'. The government needs him to unravel the location of an ability user mass bomber, who's recently escaped from prison.
It's not an easy one, and Ango feels obligated to guide you through it, but as you two unravel mystery after mystery, he slowly learns that you're not ignorant enough to be a total rookie.
So, after the mission is completed, he treats you to dinner. It's a simple gesture, but you notice the intention behind it all the same. And yet, you go.
He tries to get you drunk, but your alcohol tolerance is too much, and at the end of the day, you pretend to be wasted just to see what he'd do.
When Ango uses his ability on you, you let him, having nothing to hide. And he finds out more than enough to satisfy his curiosity.
You were in the Port Mafia before.
Despite knowing, he doesn't bring it up. You find it amusing, how he went so far to find out, and then withdrew silently.
Time passes, and Ango and you grow closer. He tries not to trust you, his job does not permit him to, yet you somehow wiggle your way into his heart, all big and strong.
Now, when you lean over him, or get too close in an elevator, he feels his face heat up, and tries his best to look away. He can't afford to have feelings, he tells himself.
And yet they're out of his control.
You notice, just how you notice everything else. Slightly amused, you tease him a little, standing a little too close when you talk to him, or leaning across him to reach things you could have grabbed either way, just feel his breath hitch.
But I mean, could you deny that you felt the same way, though? Not when Ango adjusts his glasses the way he does every time he gets flustered, a habit you notice that he wasn't aware of himself. How cute, you think.
So when you two do get into a relationship (after an adorable drunk confession from Ango and a whole morning of coaxing him to admit what he said last night) you feel quite decently accomplished in getting THE Ango Sakaguchi all red and stuttering just with a forehead kiss.
NSFW
The first time you two have sex, Ango is more than nervous, even though it's him who asked you if you wanted to do it.
So prep him gently, placing kisses along his jawline and down along his collarbone as he moans and clutches the sheets underneath him.
And when you finally put your fat cock in him, do give him time to adjust. Being a member of a confidential governmental department, dating opportunities don't come by everyday, so you'll excuse him for being a virgin, right?
Start gentle, your cock pumping in and out of Ango as he gets used to the feeling of your tip against his walls, moans spilling non-stop from his pretty mouth.
Kiss him quiet, your neighbours won't be happy at the amount of noise he's making. Or fuck him faster, each of his sounds driving you to please him more, more.
Slam into his sweet spot, and he'll arch his back off the bed, blunt nails digging into your back and drawing blood as a cry rips itself from his throat, eyes wide and tearing up.
Fuck him nice and good, till he forgets his own name, till the only thing his brain can process is your cock against his tight walls, abusing and bullying his sweet spot with such precision it makes him see stars.
Wipe away his tears before you continue to pound into him, and plant soft kisses on his face and chest. Suck on his nipples, kiss and bite them, and he'll come undone right then, hips bucking as cum shoots out of his untouched dick, hole clenching pathetically around you.
Let him come down from his high before you continue; it's only his first time, you can overstimulate him some other day, right?
When you start over, he will bury his face into the crook of your neck, muffling his moans and cries against your skin and just sobbing into your shoulder.
Fuck him till you come, bringing him to his second orgasm just with the feeling of your seed hitting his walls.
Pull out of him and kiss him softly, tell him he did good, and he'll smile dazedly, burying his face into your thick chest.
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