veraiku

[veraiku]

quick werewolf!choso kamo thought that I’ve had in my mind for a while :P . . .

╰ — cw ! needy choso, fem! reader, and ofc werewolf choso ♡. / implications of smut below

werewolf! choso . . . who’s soo sweet and patient — listens to you very well, is very careful he doesn’t accidentally hurt you with his long nails, and makes sure he doesn’t accidentally use his inhuman strength to crush you. he’s like a personal guard dog, too !!

werewolf! choso . . . who also tries his very hardest to keep up the same ‘good boy’ attitude when his rut comes around, but ultimately fails at the end of the day, and has to find a way to get you to help him relieve the pent up frustration :((

He’s trying his best. He really is.

But fuck, his body felt hot everywhere and his fingers are twitching— itching, even — to get his hands onto you. he’s not one to be so impatient, and usually takes his time so he can savor the pretty sounds you make as he pumps his cock into you, all while embossing the the way your brows furrow slightly and lips part in ecstasy — nails digging deep into his back, leaving pretty crescent shape marks that he looks forward to in the morning, but gosh — his rut was really making it so much harder for him.

maybe that’s why his lips are quickly onto yours as soon as you two are alone in the bedroom, a sigh of relief slipping past his lips when he could taste the lipgloss on your lipstick and your warmth against him, his hands finding comfort on your waist.

“y-you taste so good,” he breathed out, cheeks flushing a pretty red, redder than usual — leaving you confused, because this is the same lipgloss you always use.

he gently pushes you onto the bed, and he seems eager, much, much more eager than usual — hovering over you and desperately trailing kisses down your jawline to your neck, sucking on your pulse and leaving a few marks on his way, making you even more confused than you already were, because you don’t recall doing anything to him to cause such a reaction.

You pull away from him gently, raising a quick eyebrow at him at the way he seems so hasty, chest heaving and his breathing ragged so early into this, eyes hooded and you swear you could see hearts in his eyes.

“choso, are you —”

“I’m perfectly fine”. he responds, a little quicker than you had expected for him to.

Your suspicion and concern only grow at his words, your eyes staring up at his, neither of you moving. A beat of silence, then two, then three — until his ears perk downwards, eyes averting away from yours as he suddenly rambles.

“okay, I’m not. it’s that time of the month and I need you so bad but Idontwanttoforceyouand—”

“slow down, cho…” you cut off, struggling to take all of the words he’s spluttering out.

His lips form a small pout, biting the inside of his cheek, a wave of embarrassment rushing over him as he tries to explain what he wants without it being too embarrassing on his end.

“… I’m in my rut,” he finally admits, ears perking downwards even further, his tail wrapping around your calf, “a-and I don’t think I wanna take it slow tonight.”

oh, so that’s what this was about?

You couldn’t help the small giggle of amusement slipping past your lips at the absurdity of the situation, and the way he seemed so embarrassed wasn’t helping either.

“you could’ve just told me, y’know.”

His eyes light up instantly, like a kid who’s been given ice cream before dinner. his eyes flicker back to yours, lips parted slightly.

“really?”

“really.”

Silence washes over the two of you, before he lets out a soft, shaky sigh — licking his lips in anticipation, leaning down.

“well, now that you know, you don’t mind helping me — right?”

Without even sparing a single minute to let you answer, his lips are already on yours again — one hand cupping your cheek while the other fumbles with his belt hastily.

ooh boy, this should be a long night. .

a/n ! I’m sorry this was so rushed and not proofread , I just needed something to post (⇀‸↼‶) , but I hope you guys enjoyed this nonetheless — tysm for the love on my last 2 posts ! ♡ per usual, reblogs very much appreciated :P (reqs are also open, btw ..)

[veraiku]

quick werewolf!choso kamo thought that I’ve had in my mind for a while :P . . .

╰ — cw ! needy choso, fem! reader, and ofc werewolf choso ♡. / implications of smut below

werewolf! choso . . . who’s soo sweet and patient — listens to you very well, is very careful he doesn’t accidentally hurt you with his long nails, and makes sure he doesn’t accidentally use his inhuman strength to crush you. he’s like a personal guard dog, too !!

werewolf! choso . . . who also tries his very hardest to keep up the same ‘good boy’ attitude when his rut comes around, but ultimately fails at the end of the day, and has to find a way to get you to help him relieve the pent up frustration :((

He’s trying his best. He really is.

But fuck, his body felt hot everywhere and his fingers are twitching— itching, even — to get his hands onto you. he’s not one to be so impatient, and usually takes his time so he can savor the pretty sounds you make as he pumps his cock into you, all while embossing the the way your brows furrow slightly and lips part in ecstasy — nails digging deep into his back, leaving pretty crescent shape marks that he looks forward to in the morning, but gosh — his rut was really making it so much harder for him.

maybe that’s why his lips are quickly onto yours as soon as you two are alone in the bedroom, a sigh of relief slipping past his lips when he could taste the lipgloss on your lipstick and your warmth against him, his hands finding comfort on your waist.

“y-you taste so good,” he breathed out, cheeks flushing a pretty red, redder than usual — leaving you confused, because this is the same lipgloss you always use.

he gently pushes you onto the bed, and he seems eager, much, much more eager than usual — hovering over you and desperately trailing kisses down your jawline to your neck, sucking on your pulse and leaving a few marks on his way, making you even more confused than you already were, because you don’t recall doing anything to him to cause such a reaction.

You pull away from him gently, raising a quick eyebrow at him at the way he seems so hasty, chest heaving and his breathing ragged so early into this, eyes hooded and you swear you could see hearts in his eyes.

“choso, are you —”

“I’m perfectly fine”. he responds, a little quicker than you had expected for him to.

Your suspicion and concern only grow at his words, your eyes staring up at his, neither of you moving. A beat of silence, then two, then three — until his ears perk downwards, eyes averting away from yours as he suddenly rambles.

“okay, I’m not. it’s that time of the month and I need you so bad but Idontwanttoforceyouand—”

“slow down, cho…” you cut off, struggling to take all of the words he’s spluttering out.

His lips form a small pout, biting the inside of his cheek, a wave of embarrassment rushing over him as he tries to explain what he wants without it being too embarrassing on his end.

“… I’m in my rut,” he finally admits, ears perking downwards even further, his tail wrapping around your calf, “a-and I don’t think I wanna take it slow tonight.”

oh, so that’s what this was about?

You couldn’t help the small giggle of amusement slipping past your lips at the absurdity of the situation, and the way he seemed so embarrassed wasn’t helping either.

“you could’ve just told me, y’know.”

His eyes light up instantly, like a kid who’s been given ice cream before dinner. his eyes flicker back to yours, lips parted slightly.

“really?”

“really.”

Silence washes over the two of you, before he lets out a soft, shaky sigh — licking his lips in anticipation, leaning down.

“well, now that you know, you don’t mind helping me — right?”

Without even sparing a single minute to let you answer, his lips are already on yours again — one hand cupping your cheek while the other fumbles with his belt hastily.

ooh boy, this should be a long night. .

a/n ! I’m sorry this was so rushed and not proofread , I just needed something to post (⇀‸↼‶) , but I hope you guys enjoyed this nonetheless — tysm for the love on my last 2 posts ! ♡ per usual, reblogs very much appreciated :P (reqs are also open, btw ..)

[veraiku]

satoru “my girl can wear whatever she wants because I can break your jaw” gojo (＾＿－) ♡

be warned! fingering in front of a mirror + pussy slapping . . . mdni!

Satoru . . . who lets you buy yourself anything you want with his card, allowing you to go on endless shopping sprees and dolling yourself up.

Satoru . . . who lets you give him fashion shows with the outfits you bought earlier in the private confines of your shared bedroom, watching as you smile happily — his heart clenching at the sight of you twirling in a new dress and showing off with sweet giggles slipping past your lips! ♡

Satoru . . . who goes on a date with you soon after, letting you dress yourself pretty with the new clothes you (he) got for yourself, eyes constantly ogling at the way he could see your pretty baby blue panties through that damned mini skirt, and the way you ask so innocently if this was ‘too much’ before you two head out to your date.

Satoru . . . “nothing is ever too much on you, baby.” as he presses a gentle peck onto your cheek, hand moving to rest on your lower back as he guides you out of your shared house ! !

Satoru . . . who could hardly hold back the grin tugging the corners of his lips, biting the inside of his cheek at the eyes ogling at you, the said eyes that quickly avert their gazes soon after as they quickly look up to his figure — keeping their eyes to themself, ignoring the fact that you looked so pretty in that top and mini skirt.

Satoru . . . who practically flexes for having such a pretty and sweet little thing like you all to himself!

Satoru . . . who pulls you closer to him as soon as he catches a pair of eyes that stare onto you for too long, whispering a few sweet promises into your ear — making the blood rush to your cheeks in such a cute way as he laughs at the way you pout and hit him in the shoulder playfully, while secretly grinning at the man who grumbles in jealousy at the sight of him having you all to himself.

Satoru . . . who’s slightly ashamed at the way his pants tighten at the fact that you were getting so much attention today! eyes ogling at you, some bold enough to accidentally ‘bump’ into you despite him being right beside you — his pants get a tad bit uncomfortable knowing that despite all that, you’re still his.

and maybe because he also knows that he can break their jaws so easily — why worry about you getting snatched away from him?

Satoru . . . who’s a man of his word, and does in fact give you the sweet promises he has promised to you earlier today, the same promises that had your cheeks flushing a pretty pink. ♡

Satoru . . . who plunges his long digits inside of you swiftly, holding you up against him in front of the mirror — allowing you to see how pretty you look in that outfit of yours, and of course, how pretty you look with tears and mascara streaming down your cheeks! :(

Satoru . . . “looked so pretty today, even wearing my favorite pair of panties. you liked the attention, didn’t you?” who curls his fingers deep inside of your gummy walls, a hand cupping your chin gently but firm enough to keep your head locked onto yourself in front of the mirror.

Satoru . . . “all f’me, right? this pretty pussy,” who pulls out his fingers so suddenly, a needy whine ripping out of your throat at the emptiness, your walls clenching around nothing.

Satoru . . . “it’s all for me. for me to suck, to finger, to use as I please,” who abruptly uses his fingers to slap against your cunt, a wolffish grin grazing his features at the way you whimper and jolt at the impact.

“right, pretty girl?”

Satoru . . . who chuckles at the way you nod frantically, wanting to feel his fingers back inside the comfort of your gummy walls, slowly pushing his digits back in while peppering your neck with soft kisses.

Satoru . . . who will forever let you wear whatever you want, because in the end, it’ll always end up with his fingers deep inside of you. ♡

- reblogs very much appreciated!

I do not consent for plagiarism, copying, or translating in any form whatsoever. thank you!

[veraiku]

like you mad at me, baby !

─ ➤ In which he accidentally eavesdrops on your conversation with a friend regarding your fantasies of him going rough. and as your boyfriend, who was he to deny his pretty girlfriend?

⊹˙. ꒰ featuring ─ Yukimiya Kenyu x fem! reader ꒱ .˙⊹

** warnings : fem! reader, light cheek slapping (like twice), light choking, pet names (sweetheart, love, baby), p in v, mating press I think, unprotected sex (don’t try this at home !!), mentions of manhandling, and poorly written smut hehe ૮˶´ ᵕˋ ა . .

** note : hihi !! this is my first fanfic / drabble ever so I’m sorry if it’s weird + english isn’t my first language so please excuse the mistakes that are made .. and honestly I was half asleep making this fic LOL .. buut if you do enjoy, do consider reblogging maybe ;3 ? tqq !!

** wc : 1,565 words !

໒ ; be warned ! smut below the cut. ;

Yukimiya Kenyu has the patience of a saint. he’s sweet — kind, caring, the synonyms go as long as a grocery shopping list. and oh, not to mention his respect for women. it’s truly endearing how he’s not afraid to express that to you — how he’s not afraid to make sure that you know that you’re his first and last love. by carrying your groceries, giving his jacket when it’s cold out, he truly never fails to show how much he loves you.

now, he’s also not one to eavesdrop. he finds it truly disrespectful and meaningless. he’s sure to keep his ears and mind to himself whenever a phone call or conversation is happening around him — friend or not, even if it’s just a word he had heard — he doesn’t enjoy eavesdropping, no matter who it is talking.

but now, even if he hates to admit it, he’s slightly thankful that he eavesdropped a small bit on your conversation with a friend on the other line. even if the guilt is gnawing at him — eating him alive for even thinking on invading your privacy and for him to feel somewhat glad he did, another part of him wants to make your wishes come true.

“I dunno. it’s not that he doesn’t satisfy me — hell, he’s more than enough. I just want to know what he’s like if he’s a little rough, y’know what I mean?”

oh, he knows what you mean. he’s not shaming you for it — your wishes are completely valid and understandable. he has always been rather gentle and soft during intimacy — hands interlocked as he whispers praises into your ear, thrusts slow but deep — deep enough to hit that gummy spot inside of you and have your toes curling.

he doesn’t want to overstep boundaries, or do something you don’t like. the two of you have been in love for as long as he can remember, from where he was an unknown football player to a rising star of bastard münchen. he’d honestly rather lose his career than to lose you, because what would he ever do if his other half was missing?

chained by the worry of accidentally hurting you, he’s been keeping himself on his best behavior during intimacy, holding back the urge to start ravaging you and show you what he’s been wanting to do for so long. why else do you think he laces his fingers with yours gently, caressing your body affectionately while kissing every inch of your skin? even through the temptation he gets, from the talks in the locker rooms and the videos he’s watched — he has to hold himself and his thoughts together, trying to ignore the way his dick springs up at the thought of your eyes rolling to the back of your head and nails scratching his back to leave pretty marks as he fucks the life out of you.

after all, your pleasure and comfort was his top priority, he doesn’t blame you for wanting a change of pace. but as your boyfriend, it’s his duty to make your wishes come true — right?

“k-kenyu -! what’s — mmph, gotten i-into you..!”

oh, you sound and look so pretty. lips parted in ecstasy with your brows furrowed, tears welling up in the corners of your eyes as you whine and writhe — if he knew this was what you wanted all along, he would’ve done this sooner, much much sooner. his grip on your legs grow tighter, making sure they don’t fall off his shoulders as he meanly drills his cock inside of your gummy walls.

“hm? thought this was what you wanted, sweetheart.” his tone was sickeningly sweet, as if he was comforting you on a bad day — as if his length wasn’t abusing your poor, sopping cunt. his glasses were folded neatly on the bedside table, as if he’s been planning on doing this for so long, as if he’s planned this from the very, very beginning.

what a silly question — he thinks. he could practically see the gears working in your head, as you suck your bottom lip between your teeth, trying to make out what he was trying to imply behind that sweet and soothing tone of his — even through the way he was molding your pretty pussy into the precise shape of his cock, to its tip down to its veins, through the way that he was slowly engraving his name on your brain.

“h-haah ? — what do y-you mean, Ken—”

“I overheard your conversation.”

he wastes little to no time on cutting you off of your words. he lifts your hips a little higher, angling his own to hit even deeper inside of you. to him, him overhearing your conversation was nothing more than a silly excuse to fuck you a little rougher than he usually would. he would never intentionally eavesdrop on any phone call you were having. he couldn’t bite back the chuckle bubbling in his chest as you still looked up at him, dazed and confused — trying to focus on him and his words.

“about you wanting me to go rough.”

he almost wants to laugh at the way your eyes widen, lips parting to say something to defend yourself — but once more, he cuts you off, this time — with a sharp thrust of his hips against yours, watching in amusement and pleasure as your words abruptly turn into a choked moan.

“ ‘m not mad, love.” he reassures gently, leaning forward and pressing a gentle kiss on the top of your forehead, one hand leaving your thighs to move to cup your cheeks, his hold gentle yet firm, a huge contrast to the way the sound of skin slapping quickly filled the room. a sleazy grin tugs the corners of his lips, as he lets out a soft, shaky exhale.

“haah — though I did wish you could’ve told me sooner,” he breathed out gently, slowly finding himself lost in the feeling of your walls wrapped so snugly around him — pulling him in deeper like a drug.

“you d-don’t know how — ugh, long I’ve been wanting to do this.” his eyes take in the pretty sight below him, how your chest heaves and breasts bounce with each harsh thrust. his hand trails down from your chin to your left boob, squeezing it gently.

he snickers at the way your head was tilting to the side slowly, as if you were completely fucked out already — your vision blurry with tears.

“look at me when I’m talking to you, sweetheart.” his hand gently slaps your cheek not once, but twice — gentle but firm enough to get your full attention. “makes me wonder. do you like it when I manhandle you, then?” tilting his head to the side slightly, his slender fingers trail down once more — wrapping around your pretty neck just enough to keep your head in place, pushing it against pillows gently.

“o-oh, yes — Kenyu, right there-!”

his cock hits that gummy spot inside of you which makes you loll your head back, the heel of your feet digging into his back as wanton moans escape your throat.

His brows knit together, soft grunts escaping his throat as he could feel you clench around him. it’s like his first time with you all over again. his hips moved at an inhuman speed — a speed he normally conserved for when he was on the field, whereas his goal would be to score the winning shot, but this time? his goal was to score his load into you as deep as he fucking could.

if his memory was bound to be erased, leaving him with only one choice on which memory he would like to keep, he would definitely choose this one.

shit. he could feel his dick twitching inside of you the more he took in the sight of his fingers wrapped around your throat, tears now streaming down your cheeks as the sound of skin slapping bounces off the walls — his balls hitting against your hole so perfectly. and he’s trying not to shoot his load just yet, because God does he want this moment to last, but with the way your eyes are rolled to the back of your head? it’s proving to be much more difficult then he had originally thought.

it’s almost unfair how pretty you look. a light sheen of sweat coating your body, a few strands of hair sticking to your forehead due to said sweat. how can you expect him to last? this was so much better than his imagination, so so much better than the thoughts his mind would visualize out during those nights where he’d fist his cock tightly to the thoughts of you.

“I-I’m sorry,, Kenyu — d-didn’t mean it that way, I swear —“ you say in between thrusts, struggling to keep your voice loud enough for him to hear properly. you could make out the chuckle escaping his lips, his hand reaching up to tuck a strand of your hair behind your ear.

“now, what’s there to be sorry about, love?” he coos gently,

“If anything, jus’ gives me more of a reason to have your eyes rolling further to the back of your skull.”

— a/n ! : ts lowkey ass but it’ll have to do for now woopsies, hope you guys liked this !!

I do not give consent to plagiarize, copy, or translate in any form whatsoever — thank you!

[veraiku]

satoru “my girl can wear whatever she wants because I can break your jaw” gojo (＾＿－) ♡

be warned! fingering in front of a mirror + pussy slapping . . . mdni!

Satoru . . . who lets you buy yourself anything you want with his card, allowing you to go on endless shopping sprees and dolling yourself up.

Satoru . . . who lets you give him fashion shows with the outfits you bought earlier in the private confines of your shared bedroom, watching as you smile happily — his heart clenching at the sight of you twirling in a new dress and showing off with sweet giggles slipping past your lips! ♡

Satoru . . . who goes on a date with you soon after, letting you dress yourself pretty with the new clothes you (he) got for yourself, eyes constantly ogling at the way he could see your pretty baby blue panties through that damned mini skirt, and the way you ask so innocently if this was ‘too much’ before you two head out to your date.

Satoru . . . “nothing is ever too much on you, baby.” as he presses a gentle peck onto your cheek, hand moving to rest on your lower back as he guides you out of your shared house ! !

Satoru . . . who could hardly hold back the grin tugging the corners of his lips, biting the inside of his cheek at the eyes ogling at you, the said eyes that quickly avert their gazes soon after as they quickly look up to his figure — keeping their eyes to themself, ignoring the fact that you looked so pretty in that top and mini skirt.

Satoru . . . who practically flexes for having such a pretty and sweet little thing like you all to himself!

Satoru . . . who pulls you closer to him as soon as he catches a pair of eyes that stare onto you for too long, whispering a few sweet promises into your ear — making the blood rush to your cheeks in such a cute way as he laughs at the way you pout and hit him in the shoulder playfully, while secretly grinning at the man who grumbles in jealousy at the sight of him having you all to himself.

Satoru . . . who’s slightly ashamed at the way his pants tighten at the fact that you were getting so much attention today! eyes ogling at you, some bold enough to accidentally ‘bump’ into you despite him being right beside you — his pants get a tad bit uncomfortable knowing that despite all that, you’re still his.

and maybe because he also knows that he can break their jaws so easily — why worry about you getting snatched away from him?

Satoru . . . who’s a man of his word, and does in fact give you the sweet promises he has promised to you earlier today, the same promises that had your cheeks flushing a pretty pink. ♡

Satoru . . . who plunges his long digits inside of you swiftly, holding you up against him in front of the mirror — allowing you to see how pretty you look in that outfit of yours, and of course, how pretty you look with tears and mascara streaming down your cheeks! :(

Satoru . . . “looked so pretty today, even wearing my favorite pair of panties. you liked the attention, didn’t you?” who curls his fingers deep inside of your gummy walls, a hand cupping your chin gently but firm enough to keep your head locked onto yourself in front of the mirror.

Satoru . . . “all f’me, right? this pretty pussy,” who pulls out his fingers so suddenly, a needy whine ripping out of your throat at the emptiness, your walls clenching around nothing.

Satoru . . . “it’s all for me. for me to suck, to finger, to use as I please,” who abruptly uses his fingers to slap against your cunt, a wolffish grin grazing his features at the way you whimper and jolt at the impact.

“right, pretty girl?”

Satoru . . . who chuckles at the way you nod frantically, wanting to feel his fingers back inside the comfort of your gummy walls, slowly pushing his digits back in while peppering your neck with soft kisses.

Satoru . . . who will forever let you wear whatever you want, because in the end, it’ll always end up with his fingers deep inside of you. ♡

- reblogs very much appreciated!

I do not consent for plagiarism, copying, or translating in any form whatsoever. thank you!

[veraiku]

like you mad at me, baby !

─ ➤ In which he accidentally eavesdrops on your conversation with a friend regarding your fantasies of him going rough. and as your boyfriend, who was he to deny his pretty girlfriend?

⊹˙. ꒰ featuring ─ Yukimiya Kenyu x fem! reader ꒱ .˙⊹

** warnings : fem! reader, light cheek slapping (like twice), light choking, pet names (sweetheart, love, baby), p in v, mating press I think, unprotected sex (don’t try this at home !!), mentions of manhandling, and poorly written smut hehe ૮˶´ ᵕˋ ა . .

** note : hihi !! this is my first fanfic / drabble ever so I’m sorry if it’s weird + english isn’t my first language so please excuse the mistakes that are made .. and honestly I was half asleep making this fic LOL .. buut if you do enjoy, do consider reblogging maybe ;3 ? tqq !!

** wc : 1,565 words !

໒ ; be warned ! smut below the cut. ;

Yukimiya Kenyu has the patience of a saint. he’s sweet — kind, caring, the synonyms go as long as a grocery shopping list. and oh, not to mention his respect for women. it’s truly endearing how he’s not afraid to express that to you — how he’s not afraid to make sure that you know that you’re his first and last love. by carrying your groceries, giving his jacket when it’s cold out, he truly never fails to show how much he loves you.

now, he’s also not one to eavesdrop. he finds it truly disrespectful and meaningless. he’s sure to keep his ears and mind to himself whenever a phone call or conversation is happening around him — friend or not, even if it’s just a word he had heard — he doesn’t enjoy eavesdropping, no matter who it is talking.

but now, even if he hates to admit it, he’s slightly thankful that he eavesdropped a small bit on your conversation with a friend on the other line. even if the guilt is gnawing at him — eating him alive for even thinking on invading your privacy and for him to feel somewhat glad he did, another part of him wants to make your wishes come true.

“I dunno. it’s not that he doesn’t satisfy me — hell, he’s more than enough. I just want to know what he’s like if he’s a little rough, y’know what I mean?”

oh, he knows what you mean. he’s not shaming you for it — your wishes are completely valid and understandable. he has always been rather gentle and soft during intimacy — hands interlocked as he whispers praises into your ear, thrusts slow but deep — deep enough to hit that gummy spot inside of you and have your toes curling.

he doesn’t want to overstep boundaries, or do something you don’t like. the two of you have been in love for as long as he can remember, from where he was an unknown football player to a rising star of bastard münchen. he’d honestly rather lose his career than to lose you, because what would he ever do if his other half was missing?

chained by the worry of accidentally hurting you, he’s been keeping himself on his best behavior during intimacy, holding back the urge to start ravaging you and show you what he’s been wanting to do for so long. why else do you think he laces his fingers with yours gently, caressing your body affectionately while kissing every inch of your skin? even through the temptation he gets, from the talks in the locker rooms and the videos he’s watched — he has to hold himself and his thoughts together, trying to ignore the way his dick springs up at the thought of your eyes rolling to the back of your head and nails scratching his back to leave pretty marks as he fucks the life out of you.

after all, your pleasure and comfort was his top priority, he doesn’t blame you for wanting a change of pace. but as your boyfriend, it’s his duty to make your wishes come true — right?

“k-kenyu -! what’s — mmph, gotten i-into you..!”

oh, you sound and look so pretty. lips parted in ecstasy with your brows furrowed, tears welling up in the corners of your eyes as you whine and writhe — if he knew this was what you wanted all along, he would’ve done this sooner, much much sooner. his grip on your legs grow tighter, making sure they don’t fall off his shoulders as he meanly drills his cock inside of your gummy walls.

“hm? thought this was what you wanted, sweetheart.” his tone was sickeningly sweet, as if he was comforting you on a bad day — as if his length wasn’t abusing your poor, sopping cunt. his glasses were folded neatly on the bedside table, as if he’s been planning on doing this for so long, as if he’s planned this from the very, very beginning.

what a silly question — he thinks. he could practically see the gears working in your head, as you suck your bottom lip between your teeth, trying to make out what he was trying to imply behind that sweet and soothing tone of his — even through the way he was molding your pretty pussy into the precise shape of his cock, to its tip down to its veins, through the way that he was slowly engraving his name on your brain.

“h-haah ? — what do y-you mean, Ken—”

“I overheard your conversation.”

he wastes little to no time on cutting you off of your words. he lifts your hips a little higher, angling his own to hit even deeper inside of you. to him, him overhearing your conversation was nothing more than a silly excuse to fuck you a little rougher than he usually would. he would never intentionally eavesdrop on any phone call you were having. he couldn’t bite back the chuckle bubbling in his chest as you still looked up at him, dazed and confused — trying to focus on him and his words.

“about you wanting me to go rough.”

he almost wants to laugh at the way your eyes widen, lips parting to say something to defend yourself — but once more, he cuts you off, this time — with a sharp thrust of his hips against yours, watching in amusement and pleasure as your words abruptly turn into a choked moan.

“ ‘m not mad, love.” he reassures gently, leaning forward and pressing a gentle kiss on the top of your forehead, one hand leaving your thighs to move to cup your cheeks, his hold gentle yet firm, a huge contrast to the way the sound of skin slapping quickly filled the room. a sleazy grin tugs the corners of his lips, as he lets out a soft, shaky exhale.

“haah — though I did wish you could’ve told me sooner,” he breathed out gently, slowly finding himself lost in the feeling of your walls wrapped so snugly around him — pulling him in deeper like a drug.

“you d-don’t know how — ugh, long I’ve been wanting to do this.” his eyes take in the pretty sight below him, how your chest heaves and breasts bounce with each harsh thrust. his hand trails down from your chin to your left boob, squeezing it gently.

he snickers at the way your head was tilting to the side slowly, as if you were completely fucked out already — your vision blurry with tears.

“look at me when I’m talking to you, sweetheart.” his hand gently slaps your cheek not once, but twice — gentle but firm enough to get your full attention. “makes me wonder. do you like it when I manhandle you, then?” tilting his head to the side slightly, his slender fingers trail down once more — wrapping around your pretty neck just enough to keep your head in place, pushing it against pillows gently.

“o-oh, yes — Kenyu, right there-!”

his cock hits that gummy spot inside of you which makes you loll your head back, the heel of your feet digging into his back as wanton moans escape your throat.

His brows knit together, soft grunts escaping his throat as he could feel you clench around him. it’s like his first time with you all over again. his hips moved at an inhuman speed — a speed he normally conserved for when he was on the field, whereas his goal would be to score the winning shot, but this time? his goal was to score his load into you as deep as he fucking could.

if his memory was bound to be erased, leaving him with only one choice on which memory he would like to keep, he would definitely choose this one.

shit. he could feel his dick twitching inside of you the more he took in the sight of his fingers wrapped around your throat, tears now streaming down your cheeks as the sound of skin slapping bounces off the walls — his balls hitting against your hole so perfectly. and he’s trying not to shoot his load just yet, because God does he want this moment to last, but with the way your eyes are rolled to the back of your head? it’s proving to be much more difficult then he had originally thought.

it’s almost unfair how pretty you look. a light sheen of sweat coating your body, a few strands of hair sticking to your forehead due to said sweat. how can you expect him to last? this was so much better than his imagination, so so much better than the thoughts his mind would visualize out during those nights where he’d fist his cock tightly to the thoughts of you.

“I-I’m sorry,, Kenyu — d-didn’t mean it that way, I swear —“ you say in between thrusts, struggling to keep your voice loud enough for him to hear properly. you could make out the chuckle escaping his lips, his hand reaching up to tuck a strand of your hair behind your ear.

“now, what’s there to be sorry about, love?” he coos gently,

“If anything, jus’ gives me more of a reason to have your eyes rolling further to the back of your skull.”

— a/n ! : ts lowkey ass but it’ll have to do for now woopsies, hope you guys liked this !!

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