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He knew he was doomed when the soft glow of morning sun shining past the curtains made his expression soften at your sleeping figure, a half smile tugging at the corner of his lip. You weren’t his, maybe for the night but not forever, though he wished forever. He watched as your side slowly rose and fell with each breath you took, obliviously dreaming while your ‘lover’ gazed down at you. Your hair was a mess, but in a pretty way, he mentally cursed himself for being so rough with it the night before, ghosting his fingertips over the soft strands by your face. He didn’t mean to make you stir, but he did. You subconsciously leaned into his touch, his warmth, not realizing it.

Light pink dusted his cheeks as he allowed you to roll back beside his chest, breathing in your body’s scent. You smelled of fresh strawberries with a little bit of sweat, possibly because of the full body workout from the night before. He draped his arm around your waist, allowing his head to rest between your neck and shoulder while letting out a silent sigh he didn’t know he was keeping in. He allowed his lids to flutter closed, gently pulling your body impossibly closer to his.

He could get used to this.

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Choso who thrusts so slowly into you, watching his length disappear into your sopping cunt. He breathes out jaggedly through gritted teeth, your tight pussy sucking in all of him. He was savoring every little ah! ah! that left your throat, knowing just how good he was making you feel made his cock pulsate. You could feel every vein on his girthy length slide against your walls, hitting just the right spot over and over again. His pace quickened feeling your cunt getting tighter around him, knowing your release was approaching.

He was practically splitting you in half on his cock, ramming himself in and out of your tight little hole, his hands grabbing chunks of your hair and pulling hard. You loved it, loved feeling like he was in control of your orgasm. You couldn’t help but gush all over him at the thought.

It’s always so fun teasing your fiancé, Nanami, as soon as he gets to work. The first text of the morning is you sending him a picture of yourself in his favorite lingerie, laying in your shared unmade bed, captioned with just how much you miss him already. It only took him a few minutes to read your message and conclude that today was going to be a long day. He texted back a simple ‘No teasing, please my love.’ But that didn’t stop you from trying to get under his skin. An hour later you were taking videos of yourself from all angles to send to him, slowly taking the lingerie off yourself and panning the camera to your cunt, which was getting wetter as seconds passed.

He couldn’t help but plead to any god listening to him that you’d keep sending more of yourself, tease him until he couldn’t take it anymore. Feeling his pant tighten and his cock throb was a tell tale sign that he’d need to bury himself inside of you soon. He tried to hide the blush on his cheeks from the others but he could hardly take it anymore.

Once afternoon rolled around he decided he couldn’t restrain himself any longer. Your phone started buzzing right as you turned your vibrator on, holding it to your aching clit. Nanami spoke quickly, his voice dripping in need and desire. He would be home shortly, he expected you to be ready to take him since that’s what you’ve wanted from him all day long. You made sure he heard what you were doing, moaning to him to hurry up and get home. He breathed out harshly, restraining a moan from his throat. Hanging up the phone with a quick ‘I love you.’, you played out scenarios in your head of what was going to happen when your dear fiancé came home. Images of him fucking you hard and raw filled your brain as you swirled your toy over your clit, drooling over the thought of him.

He got home faster than you thought he would, throwing his coat on the floor and pulling his tie loose, he looked at you with need. Nanami was usually more composed than this when you were about to have sex, but you really got under his skin. He was normally gentle, careful, and full of praises. But in this state he was not. He pulled his belt off in one fluid motion, striding towards you. The sight made you swallow in slight fear of your soon to be husband, his aura was darker than what it usually is. He grabbed your chin as he freed his achingly hard cock, it slapping his abdomen as he pulled it out. He looked down at you with such feral eyes, forcing your mouth open with his thumb he inched his red angry tip towards your tongue.

“This is what you’ve wanted all day, isn’t it? Why don’t you choke on him, yeah? My little slut. You put on such a little show for me, don’t be shy now.”

His voice was low and raspy, his words went straight to your dripping cunt. You took his fat head into your mouth, sucking on it lightly. He sighed out a deep breath, inching himself further into your mouth and down your throat. You looked so beautiful from this angle; choking on his cock, drool dripping from the corner of your mouth and a single tear rolling down your cheek from the stretch. He grabbed his phone from where is laid on the bed and took a picture of you choking on him, before throwing it back to where it was and returning his attention to you. He grabbed a small chunk of your hair and thrusted in and out of your throat, lewd squelches and moans leaving your mouth. He felt his orgasm building up, the knot is his stomach getting tighter and tighter.

He let go of your hair and pulled out of your mouth, he didn’t want to cum in your mouth, he wanted to bury himself so deep and release right into your womb. He pushed you onto your back onto the bed and promptly had you flip o your tummy and arch your back to him. He leaned close to your sopping pussy and licked a fat stripe up from your clit to your entrance, making you clench on nothing. He groaned at the sight, pumping his cock in his fist as he got it ready to stuff you. He grabbed your hip as he positioned himself to your entrance, slowly sinking in inch by inch.

A moan of relief left the both of you as he buried himself to the hilt in your cunt, your gummy walls sucking him in and squeezing him. He pulled almost all the way out, leaving his tip in and slamming his hips to your ass, making a scream moan leave your throat. He grabbed your wrists and forced them behind your back to keep you in place as he found a harsh pace to pound into you. Moans and mewls left your pretty mouth as he relentlessly fucked you into the mattress, degraded praises leaving his throat as he moaned. He couldn’t get enough of you, the way you took him so well. You were such a little whore, his and only his little whore. Your pussy was his and only his, you were made just for him.

He pounded your spot until you were dripping cum all over his cock, begging and pleading that the overstimulation was too much. He ignored your pleas, fucking you harder than before to get you to shut up. The knot in his stomach was getting so tight he could feel it threaten to snap, his orgasm being right around the corner. One final thrust and he was spilling himself into you, hot white euphoria clouded his mind as he emptied his cum deep inside your pussy, filling you up to the brim. His chest heaved as he tried to catch his breath, letting go of your wrists he pressed small kisses to your back, circling his thumbs on your hips.

He slowly pulled out, your mixed releases spilling down your legs and his abdomen. He lowered himself to his back on the bed, pulling you to lay with him. You buried your face in the crook of his neck, taking in his masculine scent. You liked how rough he was with you, but also loved his soft side. He held you close to him, his calloused thumbs rubbing circles into your back. You laid in silence with him, listening to his heart thud, sleep threatening to take over after your workout. He smiled down at you, seeing the sleepiness in your eyes.

“Sleep my love, I’ll be here to clean you up when you wake.”

He whispered into your hair, pulling the covers over the both of you and holding you tighter.

Nanami who always comforts you when you feel insecure or down, he always does his best to try to lighten your mood. On days where you’re really not feeling yourself, he feels the need to help you remember just how important and attractive you are to him. His compliments ring in your ears as he touches down your bare body, pointing out each individual flaw he loves about you. It isn’t even a flaw at that point, just a beautiful reminder that you are one of a kind.

He’d kiss away any tear that fell from your beautiful eyes as he fucked you deep and slow. He’d praise you for how well your cunt stretches for him, sucking all of him in with your velvety walls. He’d tell you just how perfect you look from this angle, legs wrapped around his waist and one arm hooked around his neck to support yourself. He’d slowly swirl a digit around your needy little clit, taking his time to build up your orgasm.

Vampire!Geto who can’t help but bloodlust after you. Your scent fills his lungs, fills his mind, his soul, he can’t help but want to breathe you in for the rest of eternity, he wants to breathe in every part of you. The hot, sticky scent of your blood drove him insane, feral even. He wanted to rip you apart every time you entered the same room as him. He fantasized fucking you deep and slow, while also sucking the blood straight from your carotid.

He wanted to know what shade of beautiful red you were, he wanted to see it drip down your body as he buried himself to the hilt in your cunt. The thought alone made his fangs ache and his cock twitch.

Toji who would easily get unfathomably jealous just from other guys talking to you, other guys making you laugh, hell even your girl friends. He would always make sure you knew who you belonged to behind closed doors, he would bend you over and relentlessly pound your cunt until it was sore. Until your legs were wobbly and you were a drooling mess.

He would shove his cock down your throat until you were squirming and choking on him, the sensation made his knees weak. His aftercare, though, was phenomenal. He would bathe you, clean you up and made you smell like your favorite strawberry soap and dress you in the comfiest jammies you own. He would make you whatever food you wanted and snuggle with you while you watched your comfort show. Although he would never let anyone else see this side of him. You were all his, and he all yours.

Lazy sleepy sex with Satoru wasn’t uncommon, many nights he’d wake up at some odd hour of the morning and pull you to his body for warmth. He’d slide his hand down the front of your shorts and tease your sleepy clit. The sensation would cause you to stir but not yet wake. He’d lazily rub circles into it, allowing his middle finger to slide down into your folds. Which were becoming wetter as seconds passed.

Eventually you’d wake up from your dreams by your boyfriend finger fucking you, his index and middle slowly sliding in and out. By then your shorts were pushed down to your mid thigh and your legs spread slightly. You gave a breathy whine, signaling you wanted to be fucked back to sleep. And he did just that.

Nanami who praises you every time you make a noise from his tongue sliding up your folds. Your juices, nectar even, coat his chin so nicely. He loves the taste of you, loves how wet and warm you get from just looking at him. He loves going so slow, savoring every little moan, groan, and squeal that leaves your little mouth.

“That’s right, my love, tell me how it feels.”

He loves making you flustered, loves seeing the flash of red spread across your cheeks as you struggle to talk to him. It makes him smile, makes him a little flustered even. He’s relentless, tongue going oh so slow up and down your folds, going up to tease your puffy little clit and back down to your entrance. Making out with your cunt gets him so so bothered.