Cottonkiri

“Already, ‘Taka?” You tease as you turn to look over your shoulder. You find him flushed, his chin already wrinkled with that sheepish expression you know all too well because this happens every time. 

He gives you a massage. You loosen up. He gets hard. This arrangement always ends the same way.

He’s grinding against you now, but his hands haven’t forgotten your needs. He’s doing the pinch and roll method on your shoulders, and it works for him too; this way, he can continue to rub himself using the swell of your ass. 

“A–Ah, can I?” His body betrays his professional touch, and with your nod of approval, he yanks your shorts down to your knees. 

Your muscles lock with expectant giddiness when you hear the telltale clink of his belt buckle, and you can practically see the slither of his slacks’ zipper behind your eyelids. 

With Reigen’s gray slacks and underwear bunched around his lower thighs, he then pinches your panties to the side. He doesn’t take them off; instead, Reigen slots his erect cock in the cleft of your ass beneath your underwear. He throws his head back, shoulders shuddering visibly as his member becomes choked by your flesh from all angles. 

“Haaahhh…” Reigen’s hands are clamped to your hips now, kneading the knots in your back as he starts a rolling motion with his pelvis. They frequently leave your sides, though, to adjust himself in the stretched nylon of your panties. 

You can tell his brain’s a little rattled now by the way his hips stutter out of turn, the pace he’s set floundering as he chases a pleasure that’s more for him than you. 

That’s okay; he’s allowed to be a little selfish from time to time.

“We don’t have to, but can we—”

He doesn’t even get to finish his thought before you’re exhaling, “Yes.”

Because you’re worked up too; it’s not just his touch, but everything about him that drives you insane. 

His patience depleted, Reigen wastes no time in dragging the panties off your rump. He tries to finish the job, but after an unsteady wobble on his knees, you decide to help him out, blindly kicking the pair to the floor. He doesn’t ask, but you take your shirt off, rolling it up your body and over your head.

Reigen groans in appreciation, palming your ass and spreading you out. He shudders— you’re so beautiful. His cock smacks your backside with a single throb, blotting your cheek with pre-cum. 

“You’re so good to me.” He utters, genuine awe woven into every word. This isn’t just sex to him (though he’s so turned on, it hurts), but a chance to worship the gifts you’ve given him— not only your body, but your companionship, that you’ve said yes every single time: from the first date to your wedding day.

So excited he fumbles getting it in on the first try, Reigen makes sure to get it right with the next angle, slotting the pointed head of his cock against your slit before pushing forward.

“Mmmph…” You groan into your pillow as you feel your walls stretch, your pussy putting your own arousal to work, easing the way for Reigen with natural lubrication.

His pants are still half-on, limiting his movements, but he makes every thrust count. His white shirt keeps getting in the way, and grunting in frustration, he has half a mind to rip the damn thing clean off— but the other half reminds him this is one of his better button-ups, so he’ll just deal with it. 

“Hah… Hah… You really like this, don’t you?” He says with hushed wonder, trying to pump his whole length into you without completely losing it. 

You can’t answer, stuck between moaning and panting, but your pussy sure does, walls seizing around Reigen’s cock from the tip to the base.

That’s when Reigen notices you trying to cram your hand between your clit and the bed, and he promptly puts an end to that, doing it himself. “I got— I got you.”

Your moans are immediate and cause Reigen to choke on air, his hips stuttering as you back into him. You're clenching tighter with every messy circle Reigen draws on your clit, and he's getting sloppy, knows he’s losing the rhythm he just started, but you’re white-knuckling the sheets and that tells him you’re standing right there on the edge of the cliff with him.

“Let’s—” Reigen gulps as his member throbs with the promise of eruption, “Let’s cum together.”

You just have one request.

“Kiss me.” You demand without the tone to back it up, your brain seconds from the ultimate reset, but Reigen, already knowing what you need, meets you with the urgent crash of his lips to yours.

One last push and Reigen’s finished, cumming until you’ve wrung him dry. 

The room is absurdly quiet now without the cacophony of moans and worn bedsprings bouncing off the walls. You’re still lying on your stomach, a mess of sweat and slick, while Reigen’s catching his breath, because as much as he walks now, you’re another workout entirely. 

He’s cleaning you up with a towel between your thighs when you jokingly mumble, “Mmm, now my neck’s cramping.”

Next thing you know, he’s flopping on his back beside you, arm thrown over his face in disbelief as he replies, “Give me five minutes.” 

He rested his head on the back of the couch and closed his eyes. It took him a few minutes to realize that the house is silent. With tired eyes, he scoped out the house with a furrowed brow. You were usually home by now— making all kind of noises that he adored. But, not today it seemed.

With a groan, Koushi got up from his seat and moved to your favorite place, the bedroom. The man tried to fight the filthy thoughts from what you both did this morning, but failed. He adjusted his cock through his slacks as the blood rushed south.

The door to your shared bedroom was open. Koushi couldn't help but stare. Inside the room, golden rays of evening light settled on your skin as you snored softly. You wore nothing but your favorite sleep shirt with your face smashed in a pillow. Your figure moved minutely followed by a sigh. The man kneeled down next to the bed, smoothed your hair out of your face.

"Oh lover, I'm home." Koushi murmured. "All tired out? That's fine."

Hot, melted, iron flowed through his veins. He crawled onto the bed next you. When he traced his palm up your thigh, he ran his fingers over your white panties and lightly grabbed handfuls of your ass as not to wake you. The man held back a groan and made space between your thighs. His mouth watered, his cock twitched when he briefly ground his bulge into your behind.

You made a noise in your sleep at being disturbed, but was cooed back to rest. Koushi continued his gentle caresses until he knew you were settled. Once you were, he snaked a hand to cup your cunt from the back— and found a wet spot on the crotch of your panties.

"Ready for me, so soon? Or was this from earlier?"

"Hmm..." You hum as he massaged your folds with his palms over your panties. Koushi chuckled and unbuckled his belt.

He slowly unzipped his fly to reveal his cock and rubbed the leaky tip in your ass— precum staining your clean underwear. The man then pulled your panties to the side. Tracing his tip along your folds, he bumped your bundle of nerves.

The grey haired man folded himself over you and breathed in your scent, "You said you want this, but never how much. My dirty darling."

With that, reared back and entered you. Your pussy fluttered around his cock as he delved into you; Koushi's cockhead tapped against your sweet spot. You keen all prettily in your sleep as he started thrusting— with both hands keeping you from closing your legs, knelt in the bed behind you, he throws his head back to bask in the wet plap, plap, plap.

Your walls made it hard to pull out, your cunt too warm and tight to make him leave for long. Koushi picked up the pace, uncaring if he wakes you.It not until your small noises became full blown mewling that he realized he woke you up.

All drowsy, you hiccup, "Kou-shi! Ah!"

"Hi, lover."

"What—ugh— are you.." You trail off when your man plastered himself against your back and wound a hand to rub your clit. His head snuggles right next to yours.

"Got you all taken care off. Don't worry. Just cum." He says and pressed a kiss to your cheek.

Your eyes rolled back and with a sleepy keen, let yourself succumb to this whims. He brought you to your peak— along with himself —soon after.

When you both cooled off, he slid off and out of you. You moaned, feeling his seed leak out of you and onto the sheets.

"I'll forgive you for ruining my nap." You rasped, still dazed.

"Seems to me you had a good time."