PillowTalkTales

You are startled when a hand firmly cups your ass. You know it’s Urameshi, but you can’t resist the full-body flinch when his hand comes into contact with you.

“Hey, has this gotten bigger?” Yusuke cheekily asked, tittering and bracing himself to get smacked for being too bold with your backside.

To which he did, and a deep red imprint of your hand now displayed across a cheek of Yusuke’s after a real good slap to his face.

Now sitting on the ground, his sore and bruised cheek cradled in a hand of his, Yusuke gave you a half-assed apology after a scolding. With an ass as fine as yours, he’d do it again. Even knowing what awaits him, too.

InuYasha’s torso is smooth, yet highly toned beneath a playful hand of yours. Flustered by the attention, InuYasha firmly grips the hand tickling his chest.

“Y/n, cut it out!” InuYasha exclaimed, though you weren’t deterred in the slightest – especially after catching a glimpse of light pink dusted across InuYasha’s nose.

“Is that truly what you want?” You purred InuYasha’s way, causing his blush to deepen as he stuttered and panicked over your further kittenish advances.

The hand still holding yours gave it a gentle squeeze, eventually releasing it and allowing you to return to teasing his abdomen; which he this time endured without a fuss.

Well, almost.

Feeling daring, your hand ventured down to tug at the waistband of InuYasha’s hakama pants.

“Hey, what’re you –!” InuYasha was right in the middle of flipping out when you shushed him with an index finger from your free hand.

“You’ll love this, I promise.”

And with that, you dipped your head down to be level with InuYasha’s groin.

Ami has an oral fixation. After a long day of saving the world and striving to be a perfect student, it isn’t unlike her to sometimes sneak away with a partner to scratch this itch of hers. While not a fan of the 69 position, she does love giving and receiving head.

“Awe, pretty please Ames? You can go first~?” You’d say, trying to coax Ami into forgetting about academics and being Sailor Mercury for a few minutes.

Gaara gives in and purchases a copy of Icha Icha. You and he had been going pretty steady, so an intimate encounter was bound to happen and Gaara wanted to surprise you by being ready for it.

A finger lightly tracing the underside of one of Sango’s breasts tickled the skin there, encouraging goosebumps to rise and cover that area.

“Stop it, I’m sensitive there!” Sango huffed, gently swatting your hand away, though it did no good as your hand disobeyed her request and ventured further up to cup a boob of hers.

An experimental squeeze sent a rush of heat to Sango’s face, the redness traveling up to the tips of her ears; making them burn and itch.

“O-oh my, y/n…!” Sango, flustered, went to grab your hand; but your’s was quicker, snatching her wrist and holding it hostage as your other hand undid the obi to your Yukata.

“It’s ok. You can play with mine, too.” You lightly teased, bringing Sango’s hand to your own tit and enjoying the red on her face deepen as you made her hand give your boob a firm squeeze.

The night was young, and you were certain you were going to have tons of fun once Sango relaxed and you got to make her feel good.

• Rut cycle. Vegeta is easily an alpha. He has his rut cycles twice a year that last two to four days. Extremely territorial and possessive. Anyone that thinks they want to mate with you better think again or risk being murked by Vegeta.

• Throat fucking. The way the bulge of his cock shifts your throat as he roughly mouth-fucks you drives Vegeta nuts. Words of praise and a promise to take care of you in return are your reward as he wipes away tears from your messy face.

• Pregnancy kink. There’s something about you being swollen with his child that Vegeta can’t get enough of. You look absolutely divine, and the thought of when you will be pregnant next is almost always on Vegeta’s mind.

• Silence kink. Normally, Vegeta would enjoy the way you squeal, scream and squirm for him. You utter a peep during the times he wants you to be quiet, and Vegeta will pull out and starts all over again until you don’t make a sound.

• Bathing/Showering with you. It’s the perfect combination of passionate, yet still completely carnal Vegeta desires. He loves how the water serves as lubricant and makes penetration you much easier. He also highly enjoys the way water dots and trickles down your skin, it’s highly erotic to him. Shower/bath with Vegeta, and you’ll make him a very happy saiyan!

• Outdoor Sex. It doesn’t matter if there’s dirt or rocks jabbing into his back. If the mood strikes, Vegeta would absolutely have no problems grinding you into the grass.

“Don’t move.” Kaiba demanded of you, his hand returning to guiding his cock over the slick of your fat pussy.

“Can’t help it, feels good…” You sounded pathetic whining for Seto, your face and neck flushed with overbearing heat, and your pulse easily felt thumping heavy against your throat.

It was highly interesting and sexy seeing Seto be uncertain of what to do, though he was quick to figure it out as he studied just what touches gave him the reactions he was seeking.

A gentle push from his shaft to your cunt, and Seto sunk into you, your velvet walls hugging him so snug and almost making him cum prematurely. The press of him as he settles atop you makes you shiver, the heat of your body rising to an uncomfortable warmth as your hips bucked towards Seto’s.

Gripping your hips harshly, Seto leaned down so that he was level with your ear, “Do that again, and I’ll keep you waiting just like this.”

• Ino likes to swallow your cum. She finds the sensation of your juices trickling down her throat to be quite hot.

• Has a mommy kink. There’s nothing Ino would love more than to take care of you; in and outside of the bedroom.

• Ino is the type to want a little bit of a fighting (verbal) as foreplay. Heated sex is good sex.

• Sex toys? Ino prefers a bullet vibrator, suction vibrator, and a double penetration dildo when it comes to self-masturbation. When with a partner she enjoys a strap-on and being in charge, rope for a bit of rope play, nipple clamps and wax.

• Scent kink. Ino loves it when certain odors hit her nose, absolutely drives her libido sky-high. There’s nothing she can do about it unless she either gets lucky, or waits until she’s home to take care of herself.

• Marking. I can see Ino being a Beta, and if she is attracted to someone enough, she quite possibly could mark them with her scent.

• Sexting. I feel like Ino would get up to no good, like sending a partner a dirty pic or messages when they’re at work.

• Body worship. Want to get Ino into a mood fast? Worship her as though she were a goddess. Likewise, she also loves studying her partner and making them feel cherished as she tells them everything she finds hot about them.

• Leather Kink. There’s something about the way the texture feels in Ino’s hands that really gets her excited. The sound that comes with playing with it, and the smell of it never fail to instantly make her wet. Something that easily embarrasses her, but she just can’t help it.

Things started out as innocent flirting. You’d been a regular of Tamaki’s for months, but on this particular day, you and he went from a strictly host-guest relationship to something much more complicated.

Following Tamaki to a nearby closet, and with your absolute consent, you and he were now partially de-dressed and going hot and heavy.

Arms fastened around your waist held you in a snug embrace, and Tamaki’s face nuzzled into your hair as he tried to keep you from pressing into the door. The closet wasn’t entirely quiet. The soft smacks of skin against skin was like a broken record in your ears, making them burn and itch, and an airy moan to get released under your breath.

“Quiet! We’re definitely breaking Host Club rules, we get caught and we’re in big trouble. Listen to daddy, princess.” Tamaki’s hot breath over your ear, coupled with the hoarseness of his voice, made his request difficult to fulfill.

A nod of your head let Tamaki know you’d heard him, though a hand of his still came up to clamp over your mouth. If you made any more noises, his hand would deaden them.

“Mm, Yuki – oh! Yes, yes, just like that!” You softly purred, one hand of yours weaving into and tangling deep into Yuki’s hair, while the other clawed at and scratched the hardwood floor you were lying face up on.

From between your thick legs, Yuki gives his head a few shakes before glancing up over your pubic bone to see how you were doing. His tongue hadn’t slow at all as it swirled and flicked over your sensitive clit, though it did abruptly stop its teasing of you so Yuki could briefly come up and quiet you.

“Shh. We’re supposed to be studying.” The gruffness of Yuki’s voice only made your puffy pussy clench, pushing out more globules of your juices for Yuki to gape at as you fidgeted beneath him.

Desperate for Yuki to start again, you clamped a hand over your mouth and cast him a look that begged him to go back down; to which he happily did.

Kiba’s nose was going to get him in trouble.

You and he hadn’t been living together long, and though you shared a bedroom, Kiba still wasn’t quite used to the scent of you here and there as he moved about the room in search of a change of clothes.

He’d just got back from training, and though he knew exactly where a fresh tank and shorts would be, he couldn’t help but be drawn to a certain strong odor he was familiar with and rather fond of.

A pair of dirty undies lying atop your clothes hamper got plucked up by Kiba, the thin, silky material rising to his face as he pursued the aroma he’d locked onto.

A huge whiff, and a deep throaty groan, got caught by you as you, too, had come to the bedroom in search of Kiba upon hearing him come home.

“You want a ‘fresh’ pair?” You teased from the doorway, giggling mischievously as a startled Kiba dropped your panties and swiftly tried to explain himself.

“Darling, there’s no need to lie. Here, have these.” You shushed Kiba as you reached under your skirt, shimmied your underwear down and tossed them over to an utterly flush-faced and defensive Kiba.

Rolling your eyes, you playfully excused yourself, leaving Kiba clutching your lingerie and considering following after you as you headed towards the bathroom for a shower.

Kurama’s teeth are featherlight as he grazes them along the juncture of your neck.

An icy chill licks at the small of your back, contrasting with the warmth that Kurama was emitting, his presence wrapping around you like a tender hug as he finds another sweet spot of yours to latch onto.

A hiss breezes past the clench of your jaw as you feel Kurama’s teeth penetrate your skin, sending a prickly sensation down your arm and up your neck. Squirming around in Kurama’s lap only invited his arm to wrap around your waist to keep you still, and a soft whine fell from your slightly parted lips seconds later when Kurama’s free hand moved to gingerly tease the love mark he’d placed to the underside of your boob.

It wasn’t the only spot blemished by Kurama’s mark, and it certainly wouldn’t be the last as he relinquished your skin with a wet ‘smack’ and inquired where he should tend to next.

Mello wasn’t a tender man. He was more of a domineering one, though he tended to be a bit more lax with you during the moments when you and he were being a bit too cozy on the couch.

A single rectangle broken off of Mello’s already half-eaten chocolate bar got slid past his lips to rest on his tongue, and it was already melted down to coat his wet appendage with a wonderfully cocoa-flavored taste by the time his mouth met yours for a hot makeout session.

Thin fingers firmly held your chin, keeping you still as Mello deepened the kiss, his tongue slipping in to tease and rub along the surface of your own slimy muscle.

In need of air, Mello released you after a minute or so, allowing the pinch in your chest to give way as you sucked in a rush of oxygen.

“Mmm, Mihael, you taste so good” You cooed, a bit breathless, and still very much coming down from feeling the buzz of your high.

“I’m glad you think so, because we’re doing that again.” Mello, satisfied with your response to him happily reached over and broke off another chunk, only this time it was going in your mouth first.

Warm. Madara’s cum is warm as it hits the back the back of your throat in thick, sticky ropes and gets deposited right into your stomach.

The hand white-knuckling a fistful of your hair gradually loosens and releases the strands, your scalp singing with relief as Madara withdraws from your slobber-soaked mouth with an exceptionally filthy ‘pop’.

“Good, my pet. You didn’t waste a drop.” Madara praised you, making the warmth in your cheeks rise, and your eyes to shift to glance anywhere but at Madara.

Knowing your lover, this wouldn’t be the only time you’d be accommodating him tonight. By the look in Madara’s eye, you would say you’d be experiencing more of what his cock could do in the next few minutes.