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maliciouslove · 11 months

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𝕄𝕠𝕠𝕟𝕝𝕚𝕥 𝔻𝕖𝕤𝕚𝕣𝕖𝕤

pairing // Tsukishima Kei x Reader

word count // 2.8k

tags // friends with benefits, pining, a little bit of angst, bit of dom/sub dynamic but very badly depicted, semi-public rooftop sex, use of petnames (princess), restraints (belt), edging, orgasm denial, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, dacryphilia, unprotected sex, creampie

It’s ironic that we yearn for summer to come, yet when it finally arrives, it’s over in the blink of an eye. Perhaps good things aren’t meant to last long, perhaps that is exactly what makes them special.

And each summer spent with him was just that: long awaited, desired, special, yet awfully short lived.

Tsukishima works overseas, so he only ever comes back home around the end of June staying only until the end of August. It’s the only time he got off work, and he was more than happy to spend it back at home where his family and friends are. Where you are.

You weren’t dating or anything; you had been friends since highschool, but somehow through the years you ended up in this weird friends with benefits relationship that was in force only for the duration of these two short months. It’s fun and easy: no attachment, no feelings, and the sex is so good.

You find yourself excited and longing for him to come back home as soon as spring rolls around the corner. When the warm rays of sunshine on your skin remind you of his touch, and you count the days until he comes back. Summers with him are fun, colorful, different. Yet so short.

And once again, it’s the end of August—the last day of sunny weather and clear, starry nights. The final hours spent with him before he’s gone again.

You’re sitting on the rooftop, cold beer in hand, back pressed to his chest as his large hands wrap around your waist, his lips ever so gently brushing against your bare neck and shoulders.

“What are you thinking ‘bout?” His voice is so low and husky in your ear. He trails a single finger up the length of your arm, tapping your jaw lightly with it so you could look at him.

“About how at this time tomorrow, you won’t be here anymore…” You don’t mean to sound so needy or sad, but your voice cracks at the end and the feelings of uneasiness slip through. You avert your gaze back to the ground, quickly bringing the bottle of beer to your lips just so you can occupy yourself with something else. Just so you could play it off as not a big deal.

But Tsukishima knows you better than that. He cups your face and brings it close to his, nose brushing against yours in the seconds before his lips find yours, thumb gently tracing down your jaw. You can’t help but smile against his lips as you realize that this is a little gesture he always does when you feel anxious. And without failure, it always calms you down.

The taste of bitter beer mixes with the sweet taste of his tongue and you find it funny, thinking to yourself ah, how bittersweet. But the way he moves against you, the way his hands trail down your sides, sliding under your shirt… It distracts you from the fact he’s leaving soon. It fills your mind with a fog of pleasure, drowning out the tension and fear.

The night air is cool, yet his touch feels hot against your skin and before you can register it, he’s moving you to lay your back down on the concrete, his much larger body towering over yours. For a few seconds, he just looks into your eyes, and you struggle to read him. It’s funny how he can instantly tell the slightest shift in your mood apart, yet after so many years you still can’t read him, not even a little.

He brushes a few stray hairs away from your face and smiles down at you.

“You’re beautiful.”

It’s not the first time he’s said this, but it feels so different this time and you wonder why. His words feel like an inevitable end, like a final act of kindness of some sorts, yet his lips are trailing soft little kisses down your chest which pull you away from the thought. It takes Tsukishima no time to get you out of your tank top, hands following the shape of your hips and waist, sliding up to brush his thumb against your nipple.

His hands never leave your body, they hold you tightly as his tongue explores your breasts, eliciting a tiny whimper from you. His knee is right between your legs, so close to you, you just can’t help but lift your hips up a little so you can grind on his thigh. He’s barely started, but you’re already so needy, your fingers cradle through his blond locks and tug slightly when his hands get close to where you need him the most.

You watch as he takes his belt off, wrapping it around your wrists. It’s not tight, but it’s enough to keep you in place as he works his way down your body, lips kissing at the hem of your shorts, thumb pressing into your clothed pussy. You still can’t help but feel as if something feels a little off tonight, but the way his every touch lights your skin on fire doesn’t allow you to ponder too long over it.

It’s not long before all your clothes are discarded, and you’re laying completely naked under the stars while he’s still fully clothed, the only missing part of his outfit being the sweater you’re currently laying on, and the belt around your wrists. His hand runs down the middle of your chest and over your belly sliding down your core where his fingers brush against your slick folds.

“It’s still summer, people sleep with their windows open. You better keep quiet.” He smiles as he tells you this, a single digit pushing past your entrance at an excruciatingly slow pace. It’s a single finger, but it’s enough to take your breath away and make you mewl under his touch.

While he pumps his index finger in and out of your pussy, his thumb is softly circling your clit—not enough pressure to tighten the cord in your belly, but not soft enough to make the tension go away. Your walls pulsate against his finger, and your cunt drools, the quiet of the summer night filled with the obscene squelching noise.

“So fucking needy, look at you, so wet over a single finger. Does it feel good, princess?”

“Tsukki... Please, I need more…”

He doesn’t bother responding, simply chuckles and positions himself between your thighs, eyes swallowing up the view of your slick already dripping down onto his sweater. He keeps the slow torturous pace for what feels like forever, but he’s so close you can feel his hot breath on your pussy. The tiniest change of his motion, of his breathing, affects you and it makes you clench around him.

By the time tears of frustration start pooling in your eyes, he finally adds a second digit. It stretches you out pleasantly, and, quite frankly, two of his fingers are more than enough to drive you mad. Even with the additional finger, he doesn’t increase the pace—he keeps you right there, on the edge of insanity, marvelling at the way your body tenses, your thighs shake. Every spasm of your walls, every flutter of your eyelashes, every half-muffled moan of his name—it all belongs to him right now.

You’ve been begging for him to change the tempo, to speed up, but when he does you regret your words. His fingers curl inside you, fingertips grazing over your sweet spot, it’s faster now and the tension inside you builds up like a tidal wave, and just when it’s about to crash over you his fingers still.

He kisses your thighs, blowing hot puffs of air over your clit and giving it a soft kiss while he waits for you to calm down, just so he can do the same thing all over again.

“Am I not giving you what you want, princess?” You can’t even form the words, you just shake your head, fat tears rolling down your face as you struggle to keep your eyes on his. Another devilish smile and he leans down to lick one of your tears away.

“You know I like it when you cry for me.” And once again, even though it’s something he’s said to you before, it feels utterly different this time. You can’t quite put your finger on it, but the words leave a sour taste in your mouth and more tears well in your eyes.

“Wanna cum?” There’s a lilt to his voice, like he’s having fun, like he doesn’t already know how badly you need a release.

You nod frantically, please, please. His head dips between your thighs again and his mouth latches onto your clit, tongue working over your sensitive nub while his fingers finally pick up the pace.

When your orgasm comes it is violent. You forget to be quiet, you forget where you are, everything turns dark, and your body shakes with the force of your release. It fills your lungs and brain with pleasure that courses through your body like poison, and every subsequent stroke of his tongue over your clit is a jolt of electricity travelling up your spine.

“Stop, stop, Tsukki, too much, please,” you beg.

You try to wiggle away from him, but he’s much larger than you, stronger. His arms wrap around your thighs, and his hands press down on your belly, and you know you won’t be able to escape. His lips and tongue move relentlessly against your pussy, it’s sloppy and the sounds are obscene, mixing with his own grunts of pleasure. You steal a glance at him and you observe how his biceps flex when you try to move away, you see his gaze burning into yours, pupils blown wide with lust, and you almost see the desperation in his eyes. The pure unadulterated excitement of what’s to come.

A few more expert strokes of his tongue, and you’re coming undone for him again, pulling on the restraints around your wrists as the world turns black again. It’s not as violent as your first orgasm, but it lasts so much longer, like time stretches for the sole purpose of pleasure. Your chest is heaving as you try to calm yourself down, and your eyes are closed shut because everything just feels too much.

Even without opening your eyes, you can feel him shift above you, hands once again touching you softly, with care and admiration. You can feel the cool breeze on your skin contrasting with the hotness of his every touch. He wipes away the damp hairs from your forehead and places a gentle kiss there, holding it moments longer than the usual which makes you finally open your eyes.

There he is: on the black canvas of the night August sky, littered with stars that were the only witness of your time together. In this moment, the rest of the world fades away, and you find yourself entranced by the way the moon shines bright behind him, the light creating a halo over his head. Your eyes follow and trace the lines of his face—his sharp jawline, his neck, broad shoulders littered with tiny freckles. The scent of soap, aftershave, and sweat carries in the air, but it doesn’t repulse you. He smells like home.

You finally match his gaze, and he’s looking back at you as if he’s seeing you for the first time in his life: golden orbs peering back at you with astonishment, with desire, and perhaps a tinge of hope. His eyes don’t leave yours as he gulps rather nervously, licking his lips.

“I’m being relocated at work.”

It’s so quiet, you can hear the exact moment your heart stops beating. You can pinpoint to a millisecond the exact moment where your world shatters and the gears in your head go in full overdrive. What does this mean?

Is this why he’s been so weird tonight, why everything felt just slightly different? Perhaps he won’t be able to come home anymore for the summer, perhaps… this wasn’t the last time you’re with him this year. Perhaps, it’s simply the last time.

You don’t even realize there is a fresh set of tears rolling down your cheeks until his thumb brushes them away.

Time stands painfully still.

“I’m coming back home.”

The tiny gasp that escapes you is swallowed by his lips. He’s never kissed you like this before, with so much need and desperation. One of his hands is at the back of your head, fingers cradling through your hair as he holds you impossibly close and deepens the kiss even more, as if the tiniest gap between you will be too much. His other free hand is quickly undoing the belt around your wrists.

Finally, just as your lungs are about to collapse from the intensity of the kiss, he pulls away. You want to say something, anything, but the words get stuck in your throat and you’re left staring up at him with big doe eyes, lashes still wet from the tears.

“I don’t have to leave anymore. I don’t have to wait for summer to see you.”

He smiles, and his eyes shine like little suns in the dead of night. You place your hand on his cheek and trail it down his neck as if to make sure this is real, he is real.

“Tsukki—”

“Be mine.”

All the unspoken words, all the feelings bottled up inside you finally break free as your heart hammers against your ribcage. Now it’s your turn to hold him impossibly tight and close as you bury your face in the crook of his neck, whispering barely coherent sentences about how you’ve always been his. Most of the words get lost between sobs, but he knows, he understands and there is a blooming warmth inside his chest.

Somewhere between sobs you find his lips again, and everything feels different, warmer somehow. Even though it’s late into the night, you can see clearly. The mess of limbs and moans, his fingers tangled in your hair as you struggle to take him out of his clothes. It’s rushed, it’s chaos, but your heart feels like it’s soaring.

When you’re both finally naked under the moon, he places you in his lap, cock slipping between your slick folds as you rock your hips against his in a rhythm only you two could hear. The cicadas in the distance serenade you.

You’ve been together for years, you’ve had sex many times, yet it feels much more intense now. Every touch ignites a fire on your skin, every time his fat cock rubs against your clit you can practically see the gates of heaven.

He looks into your eyes as you finally begin to sink down on his cock, now wet and covered in your arousal, and you hold onto his shoulders for support. He’s big and thick and every vein and ripple on his cock makes your mind reel, until the tip of his cock finally bumps against your cervix and your mind stills.

He takes it slow, moving your hips to his desired rhythm, hands burning hot on your sides as he guides you and whispers in your ear how long he’s wanted this. How long he’s waited for this not to be just a summer fling, no strings attached. He praises you and repeats over and over again how fucking beautiful you are, how perfect. And while his face is hidden in your neck you can tell by the strain in his voice how much emotion and vulnerability he’s actually showing you right now.

You cup his face and force him to look at you as your hips pick up the speed, angling themselves as you bounce up and down on his cock. Tears are welling up in your eyes again but you smile at him.

“I love you, Tsukki.” And you can see it, the shift in his eyes, the way they mellow out and turn to golden honey, the way his feelings shine behind his irises, so vivid and beautiful, so intense.

You can feel the tension building up inside you, and it’s the next words he whispers to you that finally make it snap.

“I love you too.”

His hips move up urgently against yours, meeting you halfway as he thrusts inside you, completely losing himself to the feeling. The silence of the night is filled with the sound of skin on skin, the wet squelching of your cunt as he slams his cock inside you, pressing you close to himself but never breaking eye contact. There’s so much feeling in his eyes, so much promise.

You both cross the edge almost at the same time, your velvety walls spasming and pulsating around his cock which immediately sends him over the edge too, balls tightening and emptying themselves deep inside you. You can feel every twitch of his dick inside you and you close your eyes blissfully, pressing your forehead against his.

You listen to the sounds of your ragged breathing slowly coming back into rhythm as the cicadas continue their song, and you know…

Love like this is a promise for eternal summer.

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azurexsnake · 9 months

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Maybe…….

Maybe fucking Wolfwood in chastity…….

23 gets it as punishment for bratting too bad. Being a lil too snappy with you. The whole week is miserable for him. He’s extra irritable and no one knows why. But you do. You know how he’s all pent up. How he hasn’t been allowed to cum no matter how much he pleads with his face in your cunt, hands bound behind his back. Edged, and edged, and denied until the week is up and you rail him into oblivion. But he’s so good for you now, choking on hoarse whines as he thanks you, dutifully keeping his legs held open for you. You almost want to deny him again, just for the fun of it, but he’s earned his reward. Of you angling your hips just right, suddenly hitting his prostate with every thrust, and your precious Nicholas is cumming though the slit of his cage. Thick blobs that slide down the metal constricting him. And he’s just as good sucking his cum off your fingers when you release him <33

98 likes it as a regular part of play. He like you taking control of him in that way. Thinks it’s sexy. You have to get the cage on him quick or else he starts chubbing up at the anticipation of it. Moans like a whore when you turn the key. Dominate him entirely. Own him. Control him. He loves it. He worships you and cums from the act of fucking you, strapped with a dildo over his neglected cock.

Sorry, but you can’t get a cock cage on trimax Wolfwood. He’s too big for most of them anyway.

#nicholas d. wolfwood x reader #wolfwood x reader #trigun x reader #dom!reader #gn!reader #cw.chastity #cw.toys #cw.denial #cw.edging #trigun smut

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zhongrin · 1 year

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gods i hate him

cw.edging, begging, loads of teasing, toys

#rin tinkers with character.ai #rin selfships #meitham #minors dni #last time the filter went batshit crazy for a s.toy scene but i'm happy it didn't this time woo

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mooni-bunni · 3 years

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AOT Making You Squirt

A/N: holy fuck I was struggling to write this for a few weeks, I was just so embarrassed. Definitely a kink of mine. My face even turned red AND IM TOO BLACK TO TURN RED MAN. Anyways, enjoy this incredibly self indulgent piece. I’m probably going to make a women’s version bc- YMIR WOULD- okay okay cjdkddjd.

CW/TW: AFAB Reader, squirting, overstimulation, edging, fingering, degradation, dirty talking, impact play, mutual masturbation, all consensual.

Characters: Eren, Armin, Jean, Levi, Erwin.

Eren Jaeger

The first item it happens, he is very confused.

He’s just viciously pumping his fingers in and out of your pussy while you’re sitting in his lap.

He didn’t notice anything different except for how you went from loud moans to desperate gasps.

And how you were practically soaking his hand

He commented on how you were trembling so much around him, he only figured he was just hitting all the right spots.

And he was

He knew you were obviously close, so he decided to end things by focusing on rubbing the pads of his fingers against your g-spot.

He expected the scream you let out

But not the hot liquid that shot from your cute cunt and sprayed all over his shirt and pants.

“What the fuck just happened?”

“Nn- s-squirted… Eren…”

Oh god, he made you do that? He couldn’t stop staring at you, his cock was so hard, you could see it pulsing through the fabric.

He’s making you do that again, that was amazing.

Armin Arlert

This fucker knows what he’s doing

You’ve has sex before, but as soon as he discovers what squirting is, he’s on a MISSION

Purposely seeks you out.

Bends you over whatever surface is available, pulls your pants and panties right off of your hips so it gathers at your ankles

Only pauses to look at you

“I wanted to try something, can we experiment? 🥺”

Yeah, of course, you’re already wet, there’s no going back.

This cute blonde gives you oral until you’ve cum at least three times.

Then he shoves his cock into your pussy and fucks you until you basically can’t cum anymore.

Then he pulls out the big guns and fingers you from behind even though you’re so positive you can’t possibly have another orgasm

But you do, because he hits you in all the right spots

And that final orgasm has you spraying all of your juices on his hand, the floor, anywhere it can fall.

“There we go, I got exactly what I wanted.”

Such a little asshole, but you’re too tired to tell it to his face.

Jean Kirschtein

Just like Eren, he is also confused when he sees you do it for the first time.

He has you on your back with your legs right above your head, his cock plowing into that sweet hole of yours mercilessly.

It’s not new, he’s done this times before.

But it’s the way he’s got a hand around your neck

And he’s calling you his good little princess slut.

It’s got you clamping around him, not gonna lie.

The head of his dick is constantly kissing your cervix, making your head spin

You’re begging for him to slow down, go easy, SOMETHING

You don’t know what’s happening, but you know you’re going to cum hard

“J-Jean please, I-I’m gonna c-cum!”

“Do it then, I’m going to keep fucking you sweetheart.”

He aids your orgasm by rubbing circles around your swollen clit

That simple gesture has you gushing like a fountain.

He stops to watch, making sure you were okay but he is so confused.

“Did you-“

“Yes, shut up!”

Aht aht, he’s going in and fucking you earnestly. He’s gotta fill you up with his nut now, no way you’re getting away after his cock was capable of that

Levi Ackerman

Levi made you squirt the first time you guys got intimate

It was during a mutual masturbation session

He was busy jerking off to your fingers sliding in and out of your tight cunt, saying some of the dirtiest things to you.

“Look at my good little girl, pretending those fingers are my cock?”

Yes of course, god it was right in front of you being pumped by everything but your pussy

He wasn’t touching you, but the way his eyes were burning your skin had you so wet

“I’m gonna cum, Levi~”

“Don’t.”

Levi was so quick to pull your hand away from your cooch.

He waited until you were calm before he let you continue.

Every time you got close, he kept stopping you and it was so frustrating. You were just ready to burst.

When he finally allowed you to finish, he actually shoved his cock into you just as you squirted around him

Unexpected, but he wasn’t letting you recover.

He puts your legs over his shoulders and shoves two fingers in your mouth to keep your whimpering self quiet

“Got me all fucking dirty, now you really won’t cum until I say so.”

Erwin Smith

He’s got you riding him while he’s doing his work at his desk.

You’ve already cum at least three times before you even sat down on his huge cock

Every time you bounce on him, he’ll give your ass a heavy smack, making sure you’re doing your job

He’s barely paying attention to you, so focused on getting everything in order so the next expedition goes smoothly.

Meanwhile, you’re there just using him for your own pleasure

That’s what you wanted at least, you came into his office to bother him

When he does give you attention, he’ll buck his hips up into yours at a quick pace and then stop and let you go

He’s so mean, urgh

You were already close, so when he started focusing on his thrusts, you couldn’t control yourself

Without any warning, you ended up squirting all over the commander

Of course that made him stop his work

“What a mess you’ve made, looks like I’ll need to punish you, won’t I?”

Get ready to be placed right over his desk and soak the floor with your juices.

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#dark side 🌑#moon writes ✍🏾#tw.impact play #tw.degradation #cw.overstimulation #cw.edging #aot smut #Eren x reader smut #armin x reader smut #jean x reader smut #levi x reader smut #erwin x reader smut #aot headcanons #shhhhhhit #so many tags man

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kxkyuu · 3 years

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A Birthday Surprise

Kirei: This was writting for @httptamaki's birthday collab! Im so sorry its late. I just could barely stop my whorish brain from writing. If I hadn't stopped where I did, Kyou probably would've went for rounds before finding out his surprise

But I hope you all enjoy!

CW: Daddy kink, clit slapping (just one), Breeding kink, mentioning of pregnancy, food play, fingering, oral (f recieiving), light choking, unprotected sex (wrap it up people), established relationship, cute nicknames, edging, dirty talking, dacryphilia, Let me know if I missed anything!

Tagging: @knyplaymatemansion

Kyoujuro never really liked celebrating his birthday. His birthday reminded him too much of his late mother as her birthday was the day before his. It was not until he met his wife did he start to enjoy his birthday again. She brought such joy to his heart every year. Each year she would come up with a surprise for him, each one more exciting than the last. So, for the first time in a long time, he was excited for his birthday. He hurried home after the Hashira meeting so that he could see what his wife had planned for him.

I had just finished putting the last touches on my surprise for my husband when I heard the front door open. I quickly closed the door behind me as I saw him round the corner. Greeting him with a smile, I said. “Welcome home, my love.” I stood on my tip toes, placing my hands on his shoulders to press a sweet kiss to his lips. I sighed when he in turn wrapped his arms around my waist and deepened the kiss. A moan vibrated in my chest as his tongue swept inside my mouth. He massaged my tongue with his own before I gently pushed him away. “Slow down, Kyou.” I tapped him on the nose. “I have the bath heated for you. Go on and bathe while I get things ready.”

He pouted as he let his beautiful wife leave his arms. Kyoujuro was really curious as to what she had planned for this year. Tempted to peer into the dinning room where everything was set up, he flinched when she yelled at him to not peek and go take a bath. Crossing his arms over his chest, he grumpily walked down the wall to the bathhouse. “She could’ve offered to join me.”

“Already took one before you came.” I giggled as I leaned back against the door as I avoided Kyoujuro attempting to spoil his surprise like he’s been doing for the past couple of birthdays. I slid the door open just a bit to make sure that he was indeed gone before walking back to the kitchen. I smiled at the large array of food items. I had made his favorite dinner and had prepared a little special dessert for him. I made sure my yukata was tied shut tightly as I walked over to the large cake I had made. Grabbing the piping bag, I finished writing his name on bright red letters. “There!” I smiled down at my handiwork. This was going to be the best birthday surprise ever for my husband. He deserved the world and more, especially after yesterday.

I recalled the solemn look on his face as he and his father and brother visited his mother’s grave, decorating the headstone in flowers. I stood by his side and held his hand as he said his piece to her, whispering his farewells and happiest of birthdays to his beloved mother. I comforted him and Senjurou the best I could by making them baked sweet potatoes and giving them cuddles like their mother did as they wept silently into my shoulders. I also tried to comfort my father-in-law, but as usual he brushed me off. So, I left him his favorite sake at his door.

But today was all about my wonderful husband and I was determined to make this day a happy memory for him like I’ve been doing since we started dating all those years ago. I could hear his footsteps walking back down the hall, letting me know that he had finished with his bath and was coming back to the dining area. I quickly slipped out of the room to greet him with a warm smile. “You ready for your surprise, my love.”

Kyoujuro wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her closer to him with hand large hand pressed against the small of her back. “You’ve already made my day so much better by just being here with me, my fireball.” He breathed in her scent as he nuzzled his face into the crook of her neck. “You smell nice. New perfume?” He brushed his lips against her throat, making her sigh out his name.

I gently pushed him away with a smile. “No. Your surprise first, Kyou.” I giggled when he pouted. Turning around, I slid the door open and called out “Surprise.” I grinned as his eyes widened at my hard work. I had managed to transform the entire dining room into a replica of the starry sky without having to open up the roof. I had many small lights placed in very accurate constellations. I grabbed his hand and pulled him inside and motioned to the various constellations I made. “There’s Gemini, Taurus, and Leo.” I pointed to the small cluster of lights that made up each group of stars.

“This...this is beautiful, my love. Truly it is.” Kyoujuro breathed. His eyes could not stop staring at your beautiful craftsmanship. How you managed to do this was remarkable. It was like he was surrounded by the stars in the skies. His wife really out did herself this time. He turned towards her and pulled her into his arms and kissed her passionately, his tongue sliding against hers. Kyoujuro tugged at the obi tied at her waist. He growled when she swatted his hands away. “Little one...”

My body shivered when he growled out that name. It was the name he called me when he wanted me beneath him. “You gotta eat first. I didn't slave over a hot stove all day for you to not at least try some of the things I cooked.” I tapped him gently on the nose before retying my obi. I led him to his seat at the table and made him sit down. “I’ll be back with your plate.” I went into the kitchen and fixed him a quick dinner because I knew how frustrated he was becoming. I was wearing a thin robe that barely hid anything and I had sprayed my body down with a new perfume that seemed to awaken a beast within him. I walked back, set the plate in front of him and watched as his eyes widened.

“You learned how to make my mother’s dish?” He whispered softly as he stared down at the food on the plate. His heart swelled with love for her. She was truly an angel his mother had sent to him from heaven. His eyes misted over as he took that first bite. It tasted almost exactly how his mother made it. Kyoujuro looked over to his wife, who was smiling softly at him, “You’re an Angel, my darling. I’m so lucky to have you.”

I smiled at him, my face warming a little at the sincerity of his words. “I only want you to feel nothing but happiness everyday, but especially on this day since it was such a sad day for you in the past.” I walked over to him and rubbed his shoulder, easing out all the tension and stress that had built up in them. Once he was fully relaxed and almost finished with his food. I went back into the kitchen to grab dessert.

Kyoujuro’s heart was truly touched. Not only did his wife manage to simulate his favorite thing, she also managed to copy his favorite dish his mother made him often. He wiped at the corner of his eye. He did not deserve someone so precious, but he was not going to give her up to no one. He turned to look at his wife as she bringing outa tray filled with various items. He quipped a brow as she walked past him to set the tray down on the table. His breath caught up in his throat as his eyes widened when his wife faced him.

I hid a smile as Kayoujruo’s jaw dropped when he saw what I was hiding under my robe. I leaned in and lifted his jaw with a finger, my breasts nearly spilling out of the lilac lace bra I wore. “See something you like, Kyou.” I giggled as I straddled his lap and sat down, running my fingers though his hair. “Because it’s time for your dessert.” I grabbed his fork and took a piece of the cake onto it and held it out to him.

Flame colored eyes narrowed as he leaned forward to take the offered piece, but he nudged it with his lips purposely and made it fall onto her chest. “Oops...” He wrapped his arm around her waist, pulled her closer while making her chest stick out more. “I need to clean my mess up.” His tongue slid out of his mouth and licked at the sweet tasting frosting that smeared over her breasts. He scooped some of the cake into his mouth while lapping at the creamy confection. “So sweet.”

I opened my mouth in a silent moan as his wet muscle licked over my tits. I curled my fingers into his hair to hold his head in place. His fingers came up and tugged at one of the cups of my bra as his other hand reached for something behind me. I jumped when something cold dripped down my breasts. I then saw that Kyoujuro had grabbed the ice cream and poured some of the melted liquid onto my flesh, his tongue quickly following the path it took. He quickly sucked the nipple he freed into his mouth as he tugged the other cup down to play with the other. “Ah~” I cried out, pressing my hips down into his.

He licked up the drippings of the ice cream from her tantalizing breasts before moving down to suck a nipple into his mouth, fingers tugging and playing with the other one. The sweet taste of the creamy liquid made her skin even more delicious under his tongue. Kyoujuro swirled his wet muscle over the pebbled bud, pressing it against the roof of his mouth as he released it with a wet “pop” “Delicious.” He hummed as he lifted her off his lap and laid her down on the table. At her confused look, he said. “You said it was time for dessert? I’m having you for dessert.”

I opened my mouth to protest. But a soft moan replaced my words as his fingers slid over my clothed heat. “Kyou~” I whined out when he sat back down and reached for the cake and ice cream. His tongue slipped out to wet his lips as he placed the items down next to my body. I watched with bated breath as Kyoujuro placed his cool hands on my thighs before gliding his fingers down to my panties. I lifted my hips so that he could slide them off. I felt my face heat with a blush when he brought them to his nose, sniffing them before stuffing them into his pocket. “Kyou, wha-” My words were cut off when he dropped a small scoop of ice cream on top of my pussy.

Kyoujuro smiled down at his wife as he grabbed the bottle of whipped cream and sprayed a generous amount around her breasts before grabbing the chocolate syrup and decorating her body with the brown swirls. To top off his treat, he placed two mashiro cherries on top of each whipped creamed covered breast. “Shh...I’m having my dessert.” His tongue lapped up the sweet, white cream that coated her body. Her body trembled under his touch, the heat causing the ice cream to melt faster. Kyoujuro quickly moved down to slurp up the melting liquid, purposely avoiding her throbbing clit. Once the ice cream had been cleaned off her body, he went back to her whipped cream covered tits. He scooped more of the sweet treat into his mouth, pulling the cherry into his mouth.

My body trembled on the table as Kyoujuro took his time devouring my body. It was a feast for him to enjoy and I was not about to interrupt him. But I was soon starting to get impatient, my pussy was throbbing and was begging to be touched and played with. I could literally feel my slick building up until it was overflowing and running down the lips of my cunt. “Kyou...” I whined, lifting my hips off the table and rubbing my thighs togethers. “Please...” my voice came out more whiny and pitiful sounding than what I meant as his tongue trailed over to the other cream covered breast, licking it clean before pulling the red fruit inside his mouth. I gasped when he suddenly grabbed me by the cheeks and pressed his lips against mine.

Kyoujuro used his tongue to push the sweet cherry into his wife’s open mouth, feeding it to her. Once she had swallowed it, he sucked her tongue into his mouth. His fingers glided down her body until they reached her weeping cunt, feeling her slick that gathered there and spread it over her lower lips. “So wet. And all for me on my birthday?” He whispered against her lips. He nudged at her entrance with two fingers, slowly sinking them inside. Kyoujuro growled at the feeling of her velvety walls sucking his digits in deeper. “Such a needy little pussy.”

My face heated at his dirty talk. Kyoujuro was always so good at it and it always left me a mess. The squelching sounds that came from my cunt made my face heat even more. Kyoujuro was purposely fingering me so slowly to make those noises. I whined at the feeling of a third finger being added, the stretch burned so good. My hips moved of their own accord as he touched deeper within me, rubbing against my walls as he lips closed over one of my sensitive nipples. “Ahn~” I moaned. “Kyou, please?”

“Please, what, my sweet?” He teased as his thumb pressed on her throbbing clit, swirling it slightly. He smiled at the sight underneath him. His beautiful wife naked with three of his fingers pressed so snuggly inside her dripping cunt. Her mouth parted as she panted and moaned so sweetly for him. Only for him. “What do you want me to do? I’ll do whatever you ask of me.” He thought about what he had just said as he slid down her body, his tongue lapping up any stray smears of chocolate sauce. “On second thought. It is my birthday. I should do as I please today.” His tongue teased at her clit lightly, flickering over it.

I opened my mouth in a silent scream as Kyoujuro lapped at my sensitive nub. My hands flew to his head as my thighs began to tremble. I was not going to last long. Having his tongue covering every inch of my body has made it very sensitive to the slightest of touches. My back arched when he added a fourth finger inside, stretching me out even further. I tugged at his hair when his tongue circled at my clit before sliding down to my dripping hole. He licked up at the small space that his fingers provided.

Kyoujuro swirled his tongue over the small space his fingers left behind as he collected some of her sweet honey before moving his mouth back up to suck on her sensitive nub. He slowly thrust his fingers inside, prepping her for what was to come next. His other hand palmed at his hardening length as he licked her in tune with his thrusting fingers. Kyoujuro pulled his zipper down on his pants and freed his erection, the pink, wet tip slapping against his abdomen. His fist closed over the hard length as he began stroking it in tune with his fingers, curling them within her. “Fuck..my sweet little fireball.” He mumbled into her folds, smearing his pre over his dick.

My thighs began to tremble even more as Kyoujuro ate me out, his tongue lashing almost violently over my swollen clit. I pulled at his hair, not knowing if I was trying to push him away or pull him closer. My mouth opened in a series of curses as the knot of heat that had been forming in the pit of my belly snapped. “AHN~” My voice came out loud as I grabbed at his hair, holding him in place as I rode out my orgasm on his tongue. “Shit...Fuck...Oh god...” I panted, my chest heaving as I tried to catch my breath.

He drank every last drop she had to offer. His wife was always so sweet on his tongue and he loved tasting her. He slowed his fingers until he eased them out of her quivering hole. His tongue still lapped at her clit softly. Kyoujuro sat back, his chin and neck still wet from her juices. He made a show of sucking his fingers into his mouth, curling his tongue over the long digits. “Thanks for dessert.” he hummed as he stroked his cock, leaning over her. “But I want more now.” He took hold of her still shaking legs and placed them over his shoulders.

I bit my lip when I felt Kyoujuro rub the bulbous head of his length against my weeping slit. He teased me with the tip, bumping it against my clit until I was a sobbing mess. “Kyou...please?” I whined when he increased his teasing, thrusting in shallowly before resuming flicking my clit with just the tip. “Kyou...” I pleaded, but was met with a light slap to my clit. I bit my lip to stop the scream from leaving my throat.

“You know what my name is, wife.” Kyoujuro said simply as he rubbed his cock along her slick slit, fingers pressing deep into her thighs as he leaned down to lap at my perked nipple. “You want my cock deep inside this tight cunt?” At her desperate nod, he said, “Then say what I want to hear, little one. Beg for it. That’s my birthday wish.”

“Kyou...Daddy, please fuck me.” I whine out, tear sliding down my face. I needed him inside me so badly. My body was aching for him. “I want your cock so deep inside me, Daddy. Won’t you please fuck me?” I gasped when Kyoujuro’s lips spread into a satisfied smile and he angled his cock to line the head up with my opening. With one smooth thrust, he sheathed himself inside. I opened my mouth and let out a wonton sounding moan at the stretch and the fullness I felt. My tongue lolled out as Kyoujuro started a fast, steady pace, his shaft rubbing all the right spots within me.

Kyoujuro pumped his hips into her, hands tightening around her thighs. He leaned down to press a sloppy kiss to her lips, tongue tangling with hers. “Fuck, baby girl, you're so damn tight. You’re squeezing my cock so much. It's like your pussy doesn’t want to let it go.” He growled into her ear, as he pushed more of him inside. “Did you miss my dick that much?” His voice was a growl-like coo as he spoke directly in her ear, hot breath ghosting across her already sensitive flesh. Kyoujuro increased the speed of his thrusts, heavy balls slapping against her ass as the table creaked under their weight.

My mind was swimming from the pleasure that all I could do was hold on to Kyoujuro for dear life as he pounded into me. My back arched off the table as his thick cockhead pressed against my cervix and mewls left my raw throat. “Shit, Kyou, right there. Fuck...you’re so good, baby. S’good to me. It feels s’good.” I babbled out, tears streaming down my face to which he licked away before pressing sweet kisses to my lips, swallowing my moans and screams. The sounds of skin against skin echoed through the living room as the smell of sex grew heavier.

His hips continued to rock against her as his hand slipped down to rub at her clit, making her cream on his cock. “You’re such a good girl. My beautiful wife.” he purred, eyes full of lust and love. All for her. “I love you so goddamn much.” His other hand caressed at her neck, giving it a few gently squeezes before trailing down to her breasts. He groaned when her walls clenched tightly around her, so warm and wet. “Shit, princess...You want my cum that badly?” Kyoujuro asked before nipping at her neck. “You want me to breed you? You want me to get you pregnant, love?”

I felt my body clench down on him harder. He was being so lewd and it was such a turn on. “I love you, too.” I pulled him down for another sloppy kiss, tongues meshing together. I nodded my head as I moaned out, “Yes, Kyou! I want you cum so badly. Please breed me. I want to get pregnant. I want us to have kids.” That twisting ball of heat in my belly snapped as my orgasm washed over me. My nails dug into his back as my breath caught up in my throat. I managed to choke out his name in broken bits as he continued to pump his cock within me. His stamina always amazed me.

Kyoujuro smiled down at her, watching her chest heave from her second intense orgasm. “Little one, I’m not through with you.” His hips snapped into hers as he scooped her up off the table and walked over to the nearest wall. Pressed her back against the smooth surface, he hooked her legs over his shoulder, pressing her thighs up against her chest. “You have one more, don’t you, love?” He slid his thick cock out until only the pink, bulbous head was left inside and le looked down at the ring of cream that circled the base. “Fuck...you’re so sexy.” Kyoujuro rammed it back inside, his balls slapping against her ass with each heavy thrust. “Gonna breed you so well, my love. Wanna see you so round with my seed. You’d look absolutely beautiful.”

My mind went numb as he pumped in and out of my cunt, nearly bruising my cervix with his powerful thrusts. I opened my mouth and let out another series of moans as the squielching noises of our lovemaking filled the air. “S’too much, Kyou. M’ gonna break.” It felt too good, my body was melting. I could feel that knot of heat burning low in my belly, threatening to snap. My head fell back as I surrendered to the pleasure. “Kyou!” I screamed as I came hard, my juices squirting out of me,

He felt her slick spray out of her, dripping down his length and over his balls. “Good fucking girl.�� Kyoujuro wasn’t too far behind as his thrusts began more sporadic until he gave one last pump and held still as his thick, white seeds colored her insides. “Shit...” he groaned out as he gave her a few shallow thrusts. “You’re so good to me, baby. Thank you.” He pressed soft kisses to her forehead as he lowered her legs some until he was carrying her in his arms. Kyoujuro cuddled her as he walked them to their bedroom. “Did you really mean those words? Do you really want us to have kids?” He had to know that it just was not the mind numbing sex they just had. His words about seeing her round with his child was truly an exciting and beautiful thought to him.

I smiled as Kyoujuro laid me on our bed and grabbed his hand and placed it on my belly. “Of course, baby. We are already pregnant.” I laughed when his eyes widened and he asked me if it was really true. “Yes, Shinobu confirmed it today. Kyou, we’re starting a family.”

Kyoujuro said nothing as he pulled his wife into a deep embrace, tears sparkling in his eyes. “Thank you, my love. This is the best birthday surprise you could have ever given me.” He pulled away only to press his lips against her in a sweet kiss, his hand never leaving her stomach.

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bokutoslittlebird · 3 years

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Request: Tsukishima precious little stepsister decided to help him out by releasing some of the stress he's had, could you also add a breeding kink in there ?

I completely forgot about the breeding kink bit halfway through so I apologize for that but I’ve done quite a few breeding kink drabbles.

Warnings: incest, creampie, mean comments (but I wouldn’t consider it degradation? I’ll tag it just in case), College AU, fingering, edging

Kei-nii + relieving stress

With finals approaching and practices at volleyball getting more intense, Kei spends most of his time inside his room, studying, when he’s at home. You only see him when he gets food, taking his dinner back to his room to continue studying. If he’s not at home, he’s spending extra hours practicing at the gym. Whenever you see him, and you look at how tense his shoulders are, you always try to reach out to him. But he always has clipped words to say to you, you immediately backing off as he continues doing what he does. He’s always been like this, ever since your father married his mom.

Your mom tried to explain he’s always been this way, telling you he’s just stressed and the best thing to do is support him from the sidelines. Despite her advice, you wish to be of more help. He’s never shown he liked you, so you figured the best way to support was to stay out of his way and his sight, but you really wanted to help him. Talking a bit more with Akiteru, you realized that perhaps Kei just needs someone to silently be with him, rather than talk to him.

Well, what better way to silently help then offer hugs or even cuddles? A massage could work, too! With a pep in your step, you go up to Kei’s room and gently knock, him opening the door shortly after. “Oh, food. Thanks.” Short and clipped, like usual.

“Yes! Uh, I also wanted to, um, offer some support,” you start by saying, looking at your hands near your skirt. Still haven’t changed from your day clothes, you feel more self-conscious in the attire than your pajamas.

“Oh? Again? Didn’t I already tell you I didn’t need your help or support? I need to study,” he narrows his eyes, you can feel them on you. But you hold your ground.

“I thought you could use some cuddles, so I figured I’d offer my body as support. I’m not as smart as you, so I figured you wouldn’t need my help in that department. Or!” You get a little loud, startling him. “I could give you a massage,” you’re a bit more confident in your tone now, waiting for his response. After a moment, he sighs.

“Fine. I’ll accept your kind offer, dear sister of mine,” he slowly moves out of the way. “Lay on the bed,” he commands. His tone… it’s a bit different from before. You do what he says, however, laying down on the bed and waiting for him to lay down beside you. “So, I can technically use your body however I see fit, correct?” He sits between your legs, making you nervous.

“Um, yeah!” You decide to not try and correct him it’s only cuddles, hoping this will make him like you more. It’s been years, but you hope he’ll finally see you as a proper sister. “Which ever way benefits you the most,”

“Perfect,” he smirks, flipping your skirt up to see your panties. “I need to relieve some stress, anyways,” he continues, but you don’t stop him, hands slowly coming to his arms. “You can touch me, I won’t hurt you. Just no nail scratches. I have a game on Saturday,”

“O-Okay,” you say, letting his lips trail against your throat as his long fingers dive into your panties, pushing themselves into you only to find wetness.

“Oh? Seems like someone thought of another way. Cuddles and massages? A bad excuse for trying to make your offer less taboo, I suppose,” he continues to talk, wiggling his fingers inside before rubbing against your walls, feeling you squirm from the sensation. “You seem to enjoy that. Desperate much?”

“N-No! I’m not desperate,” you try to reason, but his face is in front of yours and your words get caught in your throat.

“Desperate for your big brother to actually show interest in you? That’s it, isn’t it? You’re not very subtle, you know,” he explains, so uninterested as if he isn’t currently fingering your cunt. Attempts to bite back are easily dying, pressure against your walls getting too much until you’re completely arching off his bed, riding a high— then it’s gone. “Not quite yet. You need to wait for me, dear sister.”

You respond by moaning, feeling his fingers pulling your panties down and tossing them somewhere else. The air brushes against your wet entrance, making you shiver. Something warm presses against it almost immediately, however, only to rub against your sensitive nerves. “Kei…”

“Be patient. You’re so needy,” he looks down at you, finding you to be in a state of disarray, satisfied with himself. Pushing his cock into you, you have to bite your hand to keep from being too loud, knowing Akiteru’s room isn’t too far from Kei’s. Kei doesn’t make you wait too long to start thrusting, finding himself just as needy and desperate as you.

Sounds escape your lips, teeth removing themselves from your thumb to give the skin a break, but you can keep quiet. Kei momentarily stops, flipping you over so your face is in the pillows, continuing his rhythm. Harsh slaps against your ass having you screaming into the pillows, feeling him put himself over you to brace himself, thrusts getting harder and sloppier with each one.

“You gonna cum? Gotta wait for me, you know?” His tone is mocking, a warning that if you try to finish first, he’ll punish you. The possibility has you clenching around him, a cry as you find release on his cock. “I didn’t say to fucking cum,” he practically growls, a few more harsh thrusts before he pushes his entire cock inside, finishing inside. “Take it all,”

“N-Not inside—“ you try to say, but your voice is weak and hoarse from muffled screams and cries. It’s too late, but you can’t find it in yourself to care when Kei presses a kiss to your head.

“Thank you. The best sister I could ask for,” he whispers. Before you can say anything back, he does another thrust. “Oh? You thought we were done? I have 54 minutes left of my hour break. We have plenty of time to relieve stress. Get ready.”

#haikyuu smut #BB.Kinky #BB.Dark #tw.incest #tw.degradation #BB.Requests #Mr. Kei #Tsukishima.Spice #cw.edging

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rii-bows · 3 years

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Jumin always saw his birthday as just another day. That's why he attempted to go about his morning like any other work day but god did you make it hard to leave you alone today.

Word Count: 1.5k

CW: NSFW, oral, dry humping, edging

When Jumin was younger, he never cared much for his birthday. His mother always forced him to dress up and open gifts but to be honest, he didn't care too much for it. It was another day… nothing important.

You wouldn't allow that though.

The week of his birthday, you constantly asked your husband sneaky but very obvious questions about what he wanted. Truth be told, he didn't want anything. Jumin tried to play into your game but it was hard to do so when he himself didn't know what he wanted.

That didn't stop you though. You were persistent with getting something perfect for your husband, so you were going to go off of what you already knew. As much as your friends from the RFA complained about Jumin being complicated, being married to him exposed the exact opposite. He was actually a very simple man.

About two days before his birthday, you stopped asking all together. You had mentioned in light conversation with him about going to the store with one of the security guards, but that was about it. He was fully expecting you to do something the night before.

Which is why he was not at all surprised as to why you went to bed early that night, insisting he couldn't lift the covers to see what you were wearing that night.

When the sun started to slowly peek in through the penthouse windows, you were already awake. Once Jumin had begun to wake up, you were already rubbing up against his chest.

"Happy birthday honey." You sweetly whispered to your still sleepy husband.

"So… what do you want to do this morning?" You asked sweetly. You always asked that when you wanted attention from him in the morning so he immediately knew you were up to no good.

"Preferably stay in bed with you my love but I'm afraid that I do have to start getting ready for work." Jumin said. It was the truth but he was always on the fence about whether he wanted to go to work or stay the day with you.

You rolled over, now straddling your husband. "But it's your birthday…" you whined. "I love you, but don't you think you should be a little bit more selfish…"

Now that you were on top of him, he was finally able to get a good look at the pajama set you had put on last night. It was a dark red short gown with lace at the bottom. Even though it was not skin tight it was small enough to reveal all of your dips and curves… all the ones he loved.

"Is that what you want me to be? Selfish?"

You didn't get the chance to answer before he pulled you closer to him, grinding up towards you in the process. He grabbed you ass only to find that there was nothing covering you.

"No underwear hm? You've become so sneaky lately." Jumin hummed into your neck, before placing kisses down the side of your neck.

"That's not wha- ahh~" you were interrupted by him ever so slightly teasing your entrance. He knew that's what you wanted but he wasn't going to give in so easily.

He put his hands back at your waist and continued to grind up against you. He loved the way you tried to refrain from moaning into his ear, your breath constantly becoming unsteady with each thrust. He wanted to hear more coming from those pretty lips of yours… but he had another plan in mind. He knew you were getting close.

You continued to grind up against him, your open pussy leaving a small damp spot on his pants. You loved the way your clit grazed against him but you wanted more. You broke away from his embrace to try and pull his pants down for more, but he gently pushed you off.

"I know you want my attention, but I do have to start getting ready." he said to you.

You pouted at him in hopes that he would give in but Jumin was a stubborn man.

"Fine, I'll just finish myself." You said, in a desperate last attempt to change his mind but he knew you wouldn't. You were only in the mood for him and your own fingers couldn't fill yourself like he could.

"I'll come home early for you. Then we can celebrate, how's that sound?"

You didn't answer and instead continued to pout. Jumin knew what game you were playing and instead went towards his closet to get ready.

It wasn't even that he wanted to go to work. It's just that he didn't see his birthday as anything special. He was just going on about the day as if it was any normal work day… but god were you making that hard.

And the worst part?

You knew exactly what you were doing.

He's spoiled you so much that you've become such a hassle to deal with in the morning. On certain days when you want his attention in the morning, you like to push your back up against his just enough so that he could feel your curves. And on some days, that was more than enough to keep him there just a bit later than usual. Dare he say you've become such a brat. It's nothing he doesn't mind taming himself but it sure was becoming harder to explain why he was late so many days out of the week.

You've become so needy for him... with every passing day, it gets harder and harder to leave you in this penthouse alone with no one but Elizabeth the 3rd to keep you company.

Once he left his closest, he returned to you feeding Elizabeth. Your short pajamas did nothing to hide your beautiful body while you rubbed Elizabeth's chin. He could hear you mumbling something about how "you had dressed so pretty for him but he didn't budge" but Jumin only laughed to himself. When you weren't being a brat, you were actually a wonderful partner to him.

Damn.

He was so in love with you… how could he leave you alone today? You were all he could ask for.

Once you finally got up from feeding Elizabeth, you turned to face him. You smiled at him but he knew you well. You were still upset.

He couldn't help himself, he walked up to you to wrap his arms around your waist, pulling you closer in the process. He placed a kiss on your jawline before using one of his hands to tilt your head towards him.

Jumin never wanted much for his birthday, but as you looked up at him with your doe like eyes and pajamas that hugged your body in all the right ways… he decided that he wanted something today. Plus, he was very mean to you earlier… it'd be cruel of him not to finish what he started.

While less efficient, the office was perfectly capable of working without his help. He could stay just a bit if that meant spending more time with you this morning.

"Come on love… I think I know what I want today."

"But didn't you say you were going to work today?" you asked. You tried to sound innocent, but you could tell he knew that you had planned this to happen.

"I'll call out, they'll understand."

He got down to his knees so that he was now looking up at you. He then lifted your pajamas to reveal your puffy lips. Just as he thought, you were still heavily aroused from earlier.

He used his fingers to place small circles around your clit before pressing his mouth against you. You gasped in return while holding on to him to brace yourself.

He wrapped his hands around your thighs for grip as he danced his tongue around your clit. He was always such a thoughtful husband who paid attention to what you liked. After being teased earlier, it didn't take long before you were helplessly riding his mouth.

"J-jumin please please please more~~"

There was that pretty voice he loved. And you said please? You were being so good to him... but he wanted more than that.

You were so close, the playtime from earlier making this wave feel stronger than before. You started to brace yourself for your orgasm but it never came.

Just like earlier, Jumin abruptly stopped right before you could reach that satisfaction. You looked down at Jumin with pleading eyes hoping he would continue but he was firm in his decision.

"Not yet my love… I called off today. We have all day to make you come undone and I'm still trying to pick which way I'd like best."

You moaned before grinding your hips towards him attempting to get anything to satisfy your heat. Jumin did not give in though… he instead grabbed your hips to keep you from moving. He gave you a playful smirk before placing one last kiss to your clit.

"What's wrong love? I thought you said you wanted me to be selfish today."

#mymes.fics #risNsfw #risFics #cw.edging #cw.oral #Jumin #jumin x reader #Jumin.Hours

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