"i...i really love you, xiao," you whisper, wrapping your arms around his middle with your head resting on his taut stomach, "and i want you to love me too."

"i do," he answers without hesitation, cupping the back of your head, "i love you."

you squeeze him a little tighter, "then why haven't you shown me?"

"what do you mean?" he asks, wracking his brain for ways he could possibly show you. he makes sure to kiss you when he gets home and when he leaves, he holds you while you sleep, he consciously makes sure to sweetly touch you so you know that he wants to be near you.

what could he possibly be missing?

"you never try to touch me," you whisper.

"i am touching you," he speaks so softly in return, carefully caressing the back of your head to reiterate his words.

"not like that," you look up at him once again and he sees how your gaze changes. how shy and small you look, almost embarrassed as you say it, "a different touch...like...like this..."

his breath hitches when you take his hand, fingers wrapped delicately around his wrist so he can pull away at any moment if he wishes to. but he doesn't.

his gaze follows your hand, watches his fingers disappear under the hem of your shirt where he can feel the heat of your bare skin seeping through his glove.

when you let go of his hand, he doesn't move it. instead, he reaches up further, ghosting past the dip of your waist and to your ribs. the curve of his thumb and index rests just below the swell of your breast -- which he can tell is completely bare.

he swallows the lump in his throat, "you want me...to touch you like this?"

"mhm," you hum, your hands sliding up the front of his body to his neck before you pull him down for a kiss.

he topples over you, dropping you both onto the mattress. he catches himself of his free hand, deepening the kiss with a desperation he's never felt.

all this time, you've wanted him more than he could ever fathom. a sweet, pure thing like you, has wanted him -- with his filthy, defiled hands and tormented soul. you've been begging for him and he hadn't even realized it.

he thins back to all the signs he missed. when you would ask him if he wanted to shower with you and he replied no, he didn't want to disturb you. when you threw your leg over his while in bed and pressed your heat against his thigh only for him turn you over so he could hold you closer.

he never even fathomed that you could possibly want someone like him.

but here you were.

tugging at his clothes with a desperation he had never seen from you.

"y-you want me too, right xiao?" you ask softly, cupping his cheeks when you notice the wide-eyed look on his face.

"yes," he breathes, pulling away from you to rid himself of the clothing covering his upper half, "i do."

you almost forget how to breathe when he pulls his gloves off of his hands, tossing them away before his hand hands are on you.

they're warm, almost burning hot and rough with calluses that make goosebumps rise on your skin where he touches.

his hand finds its way under your shirt again. neither of you breathe as he slowly makes his way to your breast, pausing just a moment to meet your gaze before cupping it.

"soft..." he muses aloud, thumbing your nipple until is hardens beneath the pad of his thumb, "can i see you?"

you nod, relaxing against the bed with your arms on either side of your head. the position is vulnerable, one of pure trust that doesn't go unnoticed by him.

he pushes the hem of your shirt up, licking his lips when he finally sees your breasts. his fingers lightly pluck at your nipples, pinching and rolling them in a way that makes your breathing speed up.

he can see it too. the way your chest heaves up and down as if you can't get enough oxygen. your skin is burning hot and your heart pounds in your chest so hard he can feel it when he presses his palm there.

"calm..." he mutters, "calm down, little one."

you whimper at the nickname that does nothing to calm you. instead you only grow more restless.

your panties are sticking to you uncomfortably. you're so turned on that you can feel the way your cunt clenches around nothing, drooling messily into your panties. you squirm beneath xiao, thighs rubbing together to relieve the ache that settles between them.

sensing how badly you need him, xiao strips you of your shirt before he leans down. you watch, frozen with wide eyes as his lips wrap around one of your nipples. his tongue is hot, swirling and lashing against the bud.

one hand slips beneath the band of your pants and under your panties, the tips of his fingers resting just above your folds. he's so close to touch you, to feeling just how wet you've become. but he doesn't move.

you're teased with having his touch so close while his mouth works your nipples, swapping between giving them both attention.

you're trembling and his attention only makes you gush more and more into your panties. you feel like you could cum right then and there without ever having him properly touch you.

it feels like hours that he does this. occasionally leaning up to bring you in for a kiss, tongue dipping into your mouth so you can fully taste him before he pulls away with strings of spit connecting the two of you. then he's back to torturing your nipples. yet his hand remains stagnant in your panties.

no matter how much you rut your hips up, desperately trying to get him to touch you properly, he evades it. he acts like he doesn't realize how needy you are, how wound taut you are.

you can't take it anymore. your clit aches, throbbing and twitching as it begs for just the slightest touch to push you over the edge. you're sure the brush of your panties would make you cum right now but his hand buried in them keeps them just too far to offer anything.

a sob tears from your chest and xiao looks up. as opposed to the look of horror when he saw your tears before, his gaze only darkens at the sight of tears dripping down your cheeks now.

he pops off of your nipple and leans up, pecking your lips before resting his forehead against yours.

"look at me," he breathes, waiting for your eyes to flutter open again. but they don't so he says again, firmer, "look at me."

your eyes open then, glassy and unfocused. he entrances you, the focus returning to your gaze once more as you become acutely aware of the u breaking eye contact he locks you in.

finally, finally his fingers inch down. there's a loud, sticky sound as they spread your folds before pressing against your clit.

you cum immediately, eyes still locked with his. you squeal and cry as his fingers slowly draw circles on your pulsing clit, urging more and more cum to gush from your cunt.

he watches every expression. he sees the way your eyes flutter, wishing to roll to the back of your head but unwilling to break eye contact with him. your pupils blow out and your entire body trembles and shakes through the mind-numbing high he finally gifts you.

when your orgasm finally dissipates he pulls back, finally freeing you from the eye contact. your eyes fall closed and you pant, legs still occasionally twitching through the aftershocks.

you're floating, boneless as he tugs your pants and panties off.

creamy, sticky strings of your cum cling to your panties when he pulls them away. your cunt is covered in a slick film and he can still see the way your clit and cunt throb. your hole winks, drooling more every time.

and his mouth waters.

any rational thought flies out of his head as he cups the back of your knees and pins you open for him.

"xiao!" you cry, testing his hold on your thighs by trying to squeeze them shut. but it's no use.

you can feel the puffs of his breath against your pussy and it makes you clench. his tongue slowly falls from his mouth, strings of spit dripping down between your folds before he finally licks a fat stripe between them.

he holds his tongue out, letting you see the creamy mess you leave on it before he closes his mouth and swallows, his eyes rolling back at your taste.

"so sweet," he rasps, opening his eyes again, "i want more."

he descends once more, loudly slurping your swollen, sensitive clit into the heat of his mouth. your hands fly to his hair, desperate for something to hold onto as he eats your cunt unabashedly.

he holds your folds open with his thumbs so he can tongue your hole, pausing every once in a while to visibly swallow every drop of cum he collects. every time his tongue finds your entrance, he feels you clench around it and nearly cums on the spot in his pants.

his entire face is wet, but he doesn't care. he's panting, moaning as he feasts upon you. there is no place he would rather be in that moment than right there between your legs.

delicate, skilled fingers tug the hood of your clit back before pressing the flat of his tongue against the exposed bud, taking incredible joy in the way you kick and squeal at the overwhelming feeling before he finally backs off.

his own pupils look like the widen and contract, seemingly glowing a deep yellow as he slowly cleans his face, making sure that you watch his every movement, every time he licks his lips and every time his throat bobs when he swallows.

this xiao is nothing like what you know. this xiao is feral, unhinged and completely drunk on you. any self-restraint he once had has snapped and left behind a desperate, starving animal that wants nothing more for your brain to turn to mush and for you to become utterly stupid and high off of the pleasure he gives you.

pleasure only he has given you.

that thought is what finally brings him the tugging his pants off. his cock slaps messily against his abdomen, leaking precum messily everywhere. his hand twitches to wrap around himself but he fears that he won't be able to stop himself from stroking himself to completion the second he does.

so he settles for shuffling back into position between your legs. the length of his cock rests against you, hot and heavy. it twitches and pulses as he rocks his hips, slicking himself up with the cum and spit that covered your poor little cunt.

it's clear you're incredibly sensitive, overstimulated but needy for more that he is more than willing to give you.

using his thumb, he carefully presses himself down, inching his hips forward until his cock pops into your cunt. your legs twitch when it does but you only silently gasp, lidded eyes watching as he feeds you more and more of his length until his hips are flush with yours.

his balls are hot and heavy pressed against you. and you're so, so wet that he can feel the squish of your messy cunt against his pelvis that you shamelessly soak.

he wants to wait, he intends to, so you can adjust. but you have other plans, arching your hips up to grind your clit against him, stirring his cock inside you.

he's speechless, watching you bite your lip and cup you own tits, meanly pinching your nipples as you continue to work yourself against him.

he lets you, simply holding your hips for support as you use his cock to get yourself off. it's a beautiful sight, seeing you lose yourself, seeing all shyness dissipate until only a pleasure-hungry little mess is left.

your moans rise, growing louder and pitchier until you make yourself cum. your back arches and your cunt squeezes around him before you lose your footing and your hips fall back to the mattress.

he chases you, eagerly fucking you through the high you had so beautifully give yourself. you cry his name, an intoxication sound that he commits to his memory so he can replay it over and over again.

he's never heard anything as incredible as making a sweet, virgin human cream on his cock for the very first time.

he leans back on his heels, practically tugging your lower half into his lap, snapping his hips against your drooling cunt. his hand reaches out to mindlessly wrap around your throat, using the leverage to fuck you even harder.

the sound of skin slapping together resonates throughout the room, mixed with the slick sounds of your pussy and your shameless cries of pleasure.

his teeth are gritted, jaw clenched. he can't take his eyes off of you -- not that he wants to. you're covered in sweat and shaking endlessly.

he's not sure if you're cumming again and again or if you never really stopped. but he doesn't mind either way, all he cares about is that he's making you feel good. he's giving you exactly what you want.

and as he reaches his own high -- much faster than adeptus stamina would usually allow, he knows that there's no way you could ever question how much he adores you again.

୭ THOMA

cw: pussydrunk!thoma, ur both in love, he whimpers a lot, he likes ur clit idk, fantasy of clit slapping?, hand job, cum facial i guess, creampie, fingering, dumbification if u squint, praise, reassurance, he talks a lot, uhhh he has a leaky dick

he has such a hard time controlling himself + he fantasizes about touching you for the first time + of being the first one to make your body tremble through waves of pleasure + but after you shied away and rejected him anxiously the first time he doesn't try again + sticking to chaste kisses and hugs + eventually it all begins to wear on both of you + the kisses begin to get longer and more heated before finally reaching it all reaches its breaking point

he couldn't believe he was here. being outside, on the veranda with nothing around for miles as the sun set behind you was something out of his dreams.

your kimono was tugged open at the top, allowing your supple breasts to be freed. the gentle breeze tousled strands of your hair and had your nipples perked up for him to eagerly pluck.

his pinched and twisted the tender little buds until they were swollen and sensitive. your bottom lip tucked between your teeth as you fought hard not to bash fully cover yourself.

occasionally, you would glance around to make sure that no one was there. it made him smile.

"we're alone," he assures you, smoothing a hand down your torso, making your kimono slip open even more, "no one else is going to see you like this."

his reassurance made you relax a little more.

"you're so pretty..." he whispers, fingertips tracing random shapes onto your skin just to watch the way you shudder, "i've wanted you for so long..."

"i know..." you respond, a look of guilt coming over your face, "i'm sorry..."

he frowns, shaking his head, "don't be sorry for not being ready. i would wait a millennia for just one chance to kiss you."

you smile and reach out, cupping the nape of his neck. you tug him down as you sit up, letting him for a sweet kiss that quickly turns heated.

his hands eagerly travel along your body, touching every inch of you that he possibly can. he toys with the tie around your waist, slowly untying it -- giving you ample opportunity to tell him to stop or slow down.

but instead you clutch the front of his shirt and deepen the kiss.

his mind fights with itself. he doesn't want to break the kiss and lose the taste if you on his tongue but he wants so desperately to finally see your beautiful body in full.

you're the one to break the kiss, panting heavily as you meet his gaze.

but instead of letting him properly see you, you tug at his shirt. he stares slack jawed at you, almost starry eyed until he finally realizes what it is you're doing.

he clumsily frees himself of his shirt, shuddering when you eagerly touch his exposed skin.

two large hands grapple both your wrists, pinning them down on either side of your head.

"please, let me worship you," he pants, shoulders heaving as if he's doing everything he can to contain himself.

when you nod your consent, he lets you go and leans back, not caring about the way the wood makes his knees ache.

it is all worth it when he pulls the fabric of your clothes aside and sees the endless expanse of bared skin that you've honored him with.

he caresses your legs and nearly loses it when you let your thighs fall apart.

"you are...." he is at a loss for words, his mouth handing open as his hands eagerly prod your legs all the way open.

your folds spread, opening like the most delicate, precious of flowers. your slit glistens and he can see the swell of your clit that lay hidden away.

"can i touch?" he asks, wide eyes meeting your bashful gaze, "i want to make you feel good, will you let me?"

"yes," you consent without hesitation and his heart races.

almost immediately, his fingers find their way between your folds. he collects the growing wetness at you entrance, slicking the pad of his middle finger to gently circle your clit.

you sigh at the gentle stimulation. it's a slow pace that stops and starts again every time he dips down to collect more of your wetness.

you, however, grow more and more restless with each passing moment. you grow greedier and more desperate for him -- for thoma.

as you watch the way he touches you, so careful and sweet, knowing how much he wants you, you feel yourself soften.

you feel your adoration and love for him grow. he's beautiful, highlighted by the orange light of the sun. and he's sweet, treating you like a piece of the finest china.

"thoma?" you call.

"yes?" he responds, gaze not falling from where he diligently plays with your cunt.

"i love you," you whisper.

with that, he looks up. a gentle smile grows on his face and he presses a sweet kiss against your knee.

"i love you," is all he says before he goes back to what he was doing.

one finger prods your entrance, slowly sinking halfway in before he pulls it back out to the top. he covers the digit in your juices, turning his hand as he can press as deep as he possibly can.

"so much..." he quietly tacks onto his last statement.

he fucks you with that one finger, prodding your walls and testing their give as you adjust to being penetrated for the first time.

he presses against a spot that makes your cunt squeeze around him and he smiles. he doesn't say anything, instead he continues to press and stroke the spongy spot all while you twitch and whine at the feeling.

he urges more of your arousal to drip from your cunt. it sticks on sticky strings to his knuckles everything he pulls back.

after a long while, he finally slides a second and a third finger into you. there's no pain or u comfortable stretch from his diligent work of you.

"th-thoma," you gasp when he once again begins prodding and playing with that spot, "that feel so good..."

"i know it does," he whispers, licking his lips. you're creaming around his digits, his movements causing a sticky, frothy mess between your thighs. your walls squeeze around him and he can't break his gaze away from your twitching clit.

"i want..." you pause in your declaration to moan, "i want more...i want something..."

you're begging him. you're wound down right, the thread in your core all too much for you. it's a deep, tingling pleasure that makes your walls squeeze involuntarily every time he presses his lithe digits against your sweet spot.

he brings his other hand between you legs, stretching his thumb down before pressing the pad against it.

he strokes the swollen little bud delicately, up and down, side to side, circling -- testing what you like, what makes your precious little cunt clutch around him.

"you're feeling so good, huh?" he whispers, almost as if he's entranced, "gonna...gonna make you cum. i gotta make you cum...please...please give it to me, let me see how you cum."

he's babbling in desperately whispers and you can do nothing but obey him. the cord finally snaps and he moans along with you through your orgasm, working you through it and watching every little movement of your body. every twitch, every arch, every eye roll. he sees it all.

he's entranced, carefully pulling away. your little hole gapes from being stretched by 3 of his fingers but it clenched and drools cum that he knows will help you take his cock.

"did you like that?" he asks, grinning almost cheekily at you.

you shyly smile and nod your head but you don't hide away from him. he's glad you don't feel embarrassed, he wanted so badly for you to just feel good and feel safe with him. and he accomplished that.

you lean up and meet his lips. it's a sweet, delicate kiss that is distracted from the way you tug at his pants.

he eagerly helps you, unbuttoning his pants before you reach past the band of his black underwear. your fist wraps gently around him and he helps you pull his length free.

it's long and throbbing in your grasp. he can't help but moan at the sight of your pretty fingers wrapped around him -- a sight he's waited so long to see. he has fantasized about it before, stroked his own cock, imagining it was your fingers that were covered in his cum.

"how do you like it?" you ask, slowly dragging your hand up to the head where it's sticky and drooling.

he whimpers when you touch the tip, eyeing the slick strings that stick to your hand.

he's always had a messy, leaky cock. it always drooled long, thick strings of precum everywhere, covering his hands and slicking his length up until it frothed all creamy around the base.

part of him had been embarrassed. but with the way you looked at his cock with wide eyes full of wonder, he knew he wouldn't feel that way every again.

"it's pretty, thoma..." you confess and his eyes roll back in his head.

"yeah?" he whispers, before circling your hand with his, urging you to squeeze him a little harder, "like this...i-i like it like this..."

you slowly drag your hand up, keeping the same pressure all the way to the head. your entire body meanly twitches at that and he lets out the sweetest little cry, looking down at you with almost teary eyes.

"c-careful...'s sensitive..." he warns.

"sorry..." you guiltily mumble.

"'s okay, you're learnin'," he pets the top of your head sweetly to reassure you.

before he can't catch onto what you're doing, you lean in and sweetly press your lips against him. he feels the kiss against the flare of the head on his cock.

he can't stop himself from cumming. he curses, watching with wide eyes as his own cock messily shoots cum onto your cheek. you flinch back in surprise and he squeezes his eyes shut.

"i'm sorry! sorry, i didn't mean--"

when he opens his eyes again, you're watching with wide, parted lips as thick globs of white cum drool out of his clenching slit and paint your hand.

"did that...feel good?" you ask, not taking your eyes away from his length.

"yeah..." you confesses, "felt-felt real good."

you let go of his cock and it twitches, still hard. he urges you to lay back down, thumbing away the cum he'd accidentally covered your face in.

without thinking, he presses the digit against your lips and you eagerly open, taking it into your mouth. your tongue licks up the mess before he has to pull away.

"i need to fuck you," he whined, face buried in your neck, "can i?"

"y-yeah," you pant, "wan' it too, thoma. g-gonna be my first."

"yeah i am, honey," he coos, hand shaking as he leads himself to your slit, "gonna...gonna be your first cock. 'm gonna...ah..."

he can't help but moan when he feels the way you wrap around him. your cunt is hot and so, so wet -- wetter than before. your pretty little pussy must have been drooling all over while you played with his cock.

"good girl," he coos, "my good girl."

"a-all yours, thoma-ah!" you squeal when he pushes all the way in, one quick thrust that makes you squeal.

"took it all," he whispers, "took all of my cock...see?"

you follow his gaze and he feels you clench around him when you see the way he has you split open. he pulls out, making sure you watch the way his cock comes out covered in your cum. there's some of his cum that was still covering his cock from his orgasm moments ago.

it causes a sticky, white mess to form on the base of his cock when he surges back in, making you take all of his cock once again.

you fall limp against the floor, wrapping your arms around your knees to pull your legs further apart.

"more," you pant, "g-gimme more thoma."

he's enamored by you. your pretty little cunt opens up even more before his eyes from the way you hold yourself open. he can see you wide he has you split open and the way your hard little clit twitches and throbs -- neglected and needing to be touched.

he's more than willing to oblige. puckering his lips, he noisily spits right on the little bud before his thumb circles it, rubbing it in as he starts fucking too.

the noises you make have him drunk. you cry, moan, and squeal with every move he makes.

your perfect cunt squeezes and creams around him while he meanly taps his fingers against your clit.

he wants so badly to slap the little bud. wants to watch your body seize up from the pain before it bleeds back into pleasure. he wants to have it in his mouth, wants you to sit on his face and rub the tender little thing along his tongue until you make yourself cum.

there's a million thoughts running through his head. everything he wants to do -- everything he can't wait to do.

"thoma!" you sob, "i-i'm--"

"i know," he pants, "you're gonna cum."

"mhm! mhm!" you nod your head desperately, eyes wide and mouth open in wonder. your entire body stills for a moment before you arch beautifully.

"'m cummin', 'm cummin', 'm cummin'!" you chant, sobbing and moaning as he grins.

"yeah you are..." you're cumming real hard for him, body spasming and twitching endlessly as you babble any and every bit of praise your dumb little brain can conjure up.

you tell him how good it feels cumming on a cock for the first time, how full you are, how you can't stop cumming, and how you want more.

and he wishes he could give you more but his own high reaches its limits. his pace stutters and he whines, high pitched and desperate as he cums -- filling you up as your own high comes to an end, leaving you limp and twitching from the aftershocks.

the uncontrollable spasms of your cunt work him through his orgasm as he comes to a stop, tugging his cock free to watch as his cum drools free.

but he scoops it back up and presses it back inside., meeting your gaze.

and now he can't wait for all the things he's going to teach you.

୭ KAZUHA

cw: tease!kazuha, crybaby!reader, corruption kink, creampie, pet names (darling, honey, and sweet one)

kazuha finds your innocence so enticing + you're so easy to tease and rile up + he's always kissing and touching you + slipping his hand under your shirt to hold you close against his body while his lips work against yours until he pulls away to get a look at the glazed, dreamy look in your eyes + part of him desperately wants to be the one to ruin you but he also doesn't want to defile such a sweet, pure thing like you + but when you finally can't take it anymore, tearfully begging him to touch your dripping little cunt + he knows he can't hold back anymore

he had come home to you cooking dinner, unable to help himself from pressing himself up against you. his lips found your neck, sweetly pressing kisses there while his hand gripped your hips, keeping you pressed flush against him.

he could tell how flustered you became from having him so close. carefully, he turned you around and pulled you in for a kiss.

your hands gripped the front of his kimono, whimpering mindlessly against his lips as his arm wrapped around your waist, holding you against him.

your breasts were pressed against his chest and you began to tremble, desperately deepening the kiss in a wordless plea for more.

but he pulled away, a lidded smile on his lips at the glazed look in your eyes. he reached up and swiped his thumb against your bottom lip to brush away the drool there. he tucked his thumb into your mouth, his heart racing when you instinctively latched onto the digit.

but he once again pulled away, gesturing back to the food you were cooking as if he hadn't just turned your brain to mush.

"just let me know when it's ready, darling," he coos into your ear before disappearing from the kitchen.

he hadn't expected all his teasing to reach a head that night. after a dinner filled with teasing innuendos and fleeting touches, he could tell you were wound taut and desperate for anything he was willing to give you.

you had wandered into the bedroom after cleaning up. your pretty eyes were glassy with tears as you climbed onto the futon with him, gripping the front of his kimono. he regarded you were a raised eyebrow, carefully reaching out to grip one side of your waist, caressing his thumb across the fabric covering your body.

"kazu..." you whine, hand wrapping around his free wrist.

"what is it, honey?" he coos, cock already hardening when you bashfully brought his hand beneath the hem of your kimono to your panties, "oh?"

a smile grows on his face at the pure embarrassment on your face at your own bold actions. he slowly sat up, his fingers prodding at the soaked fabric before pressing a kiss to your lips.

"you're awfully wet, sweet one," he whispers, "what is it you want hm? want me to touch you?"

you nod, "pl-please, kazu, it...it hurts," you sniffle.

he barely contains the groan that builds in his chest. the sight of you crying and trembling because he turned you on so much and so easily with just kisses and fleeting touches was more than he could handle.

all too soon, you found yourself bared before him, sprawled out on the futon with him on his knees above you. you shyly hid yourself from him, arms over your breasts and thighs clamped shut.

"oh honey," he coos, "that won't do...how am i supposed to make you feel better if you don't let me in?"

"b-but..." you glance at him, "what if you don't...like it?"

he wants to scream. oh sweet thing, how naive you were. how could you not tell how utterly enamored he was with you. you were the picture of ethereal beauty to him. just having you beneath him, knowing he was the first to ever get the honor of seeing you so vulnerable was enough to send his heart racing.

he felt like he was burning from the inside out. his hands trembled and he couldn't resist prying your hands away from your chest.

"i've waited so long to have you here," he confessed, "you're all i think about and all i want. wont you let me finally have you?"

at his sweet declaration, you relax into the futon. he doesn't waste a second in cupping your breasts in his hands just to hear the way your breath hitches.

he thumbs your nipples, taking extra care t i watch your face. when he pinches them ever so slightly and your hips minutely buck up into nothing he could have died right on the spot.

"so sensitive," he breathes, "i want you to feel good, i want to be the first one to ever make you feel this good, sweet one."

"o-only want it to be you," you confess and this time he can't contain the moan that erupts from his chest.

"yeah, only me, sweetheart," he breathes as one hand finds it way between your legs.

his cock throbs painfully when he slips his digits through your folds. it's so wet, sticky sounds coming from where he touches as he finds your clit easily. the little bud is swollen and he swears he can feel it twitching beneath his touch as you keen and cry for him.

he makes you feel so good so easily. it's too much too fast and he knows it is from the way you cling to him and tear up. your body meanly twitches as he makes you cum, your poor little cunt spasming around nothing before his fingers dip down to feel the way your hole squeezes to push out more of the creamy cum he wants so badly to taste upon his tongue.

but he knows he can't stand the idea of not being inside you as soon as possible.

he leans up to bring you in for a kiss, pressing his middle and ring finger into your pussy to the last knuckle. you squeal against his lips, thighs itching to snap closed if he weren't holding you down.

"oh, i know, sweet one," he coos, "feels so good doesn't it? having something to squeeze on like this..."

you sink back into the futon, eyes rolling back as he scissors his fingers inside you, prepping your tight walls for his much bigger cock.

your hips jump when he prods that gummy spot inside you, "k-kazu! f-feels..."

"i know, i know," he grits through clenched teeth, "found your spot, huh? yeah, i did."

you're so easy, so responsive to his every touch that he already can tell another orgasm is building. but he knows he cant stomach the idea of not feeling you cum on his cock so he pulls his fingers free and desperately sheds himself of his own clothing.

he doesn't even give you a chance to take in the size of his cock. you can explore his body later, he muses. right now, he doesn't want you to spook yourself.

"are you ready, sweet one?" he coos, hoping you can't tell how his voice is trembling for anticipation.

"yes! yes, please, please make me feel good, kazu, o-only want you, please!" you babble, tearfully meeting his gaze.

he cuts off any further pleas by inching his cock into you. your mouth falls open in a silent moan when he head stretches you open. he pushes more and more of his length into you, pausing and withdrawing whenever you tense up or wince in pain before gently stuffing himself back inside.

by the time his hips are flush with yours, you're a mess. drool coats your lips and your eyelids flutter dreamily at the feeling of him fully sheathed inside you for the first time.

kazuha truly cannot fathom how he lived so long holding himself back. your cunt is heaven wrapped around him; you squeeze and cover him in so much of your juices that it drips down his heavy balls.

your arms wrap around his ribs, desperate to feel him close to you and he's quick to oblige. with his chest pressed against yours, he holds you securely against him, hand cupping the back of your head as he begins a gentle, deep pace so you can adjust to the overwhelming feeling of being fucked for the first time.

you claw his back and wail every time he sinks into you. the orgasm that he had denied you once again builds with every thrust against your sweet spot that he provides. the close position allows him to grind against your clit with every roll of his hips.

it's a slow, almost agonizing build to your high.

"let me feel it," he whispers, "please, cum for me."

you sob, knees knocking against his ribs as you're forced over the edge. he holds you close as you twitch and tremble in his arms, shamelessly letting your sweet little voice out as you cry out your pleasure.

his cock throbs and his balls grow taut. his is the first cock you've ever creamed. his is the first cock to every be stuffed inside your heavenly little cunt. he's the first one to ever make you feel like this.

those thoughts are all that are in his head as he reaches his own high. he moans into your neck, hips thrusting erratically through the strongest orgasm he's ever felt.

you whine at the feeling of hot cum filling you up for the first time. the sensation is strange, not like anything you've ever felt.

when his softened cock is freed, you feel your face flush when his cum gushes out following it. your bashfulness is exacerbated when he looks between your legs to watch your mixed cum drool slowly from your gaping hole.

he grins. now he's also the first to fill you with a nice load of cum.