“i want you to know that i’ll choose you in every single lifetime. and in one of those lifetimes, i will be the one doing this to you.”
still riding out the dizzying aftershocks of yet another climax, you mumble into the crook of your lover’s neck. the eager thrusts cease abruptly, leaving you with that delicious stretch where you can feel him throbbing inside like a second heartbeat.
satoru tilts his head, looking down at you with a slight pout. eyes of the most exquisite azure blink in elaborate bewilderment (and perhaps a flicker of hurt). that is, until you take his wrist, guiding his palm downward to gently rest against your lower belly. a distinct bulge, sensitive to the touch. that certainly wasn’t there five orgasms ago.
throwing his head back, he erupts into peals of unhinged laughter. the vibrations send straight through where your sweat-slicked bodies are connected, causing you to wince and reflexively clench your walls around his fat girth—making him groan mid-chortle.
“aw that’s so romantic baby, what the actual fuck was that?”
tears of amusement are now gathering at the corners of his eyes. honestly, you struggle to find it nearly as funny as he does. but then he dips down to nuzzle your cheek, with a roll of his hips that has you arching off the mattress with a loud mewl. gone completely is the torrent of sheepish apologies from the very first time he ever managed to fit inside you fully, long since replaced by cheekiness. now—in true satoru fashion—he unapologetically and lovingly stuffs his girl full.
“heh, i don’t doubt it for a second, though. in another universe you’d be packing for sure.”
he cooes, the thick ridges of his veins rubbing against your plushy walls as though molding their shape into you with every squelching, wet inch he takes before sheathing himself entirely to the hilt. an unified sigh escapes from you both. despite knowing it’s physiologically impossible, you could swear you feel the tip of his cock in your tummy.
“and, for the record...”
he gently boops your nose before pressing a light kiss to the tip of it. “i’ll choose you in every lifetime, alternative reality, universe, whatever. and let you put your big dick inside me.”
Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
✓ Live Streaming✓ Interactive Chat✓ Private Shows✓ HD Quality✓ Free Actions
Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming
summary: the newlywedded uchihas have yet to fulfill their... obligations, even though they're coming up on a year anniversary. some think it's not going over as smoothly as expected, as many arranged marriages do. 'what a gentleman,' the old ladies would gossip at the fact that you were yet to be with child. it's funny, how wrong they are.
contains: madara x f!reader, arranged marriage (but you couldn't be more perfect for him), breed¡ng, preggo mentions, creamp¡es, mating press, light choking, praise (good girl, princess, doll), cerv stim, madara is a FREAK, reader matches it, uchiha love (he is fucking crazy)
your head hums each time you pull a groan from madara’s mouth into yours, straddling his waist with your chest flush against his as you tongue him down. “god- you’re insatiable, woman,” he murmured between a sloppy break in the kiss. a husky chuckle comes from him when he sees you already a mess of yourself. spit sticks strands of hair to your cheeks, your lips dripping in it- so pretty and swollen already.
your desperation was evident when he arrived home and you immediately approached him in a loose-fitting navy blue robe- certainly not yours judging by how it all but hugged your figure. he peered down at you when you wordlessly outstretched your arms to him, and his expression shifted once you were close enough that he could make out the mounds beneath the fabric. a thick arm hooks around your waist, his other taking a firm hold of your jaw for a kiss. madara loved you hard, an aggressive lover through and through. you were his, and he would make that fact apparent to everyone including you.
no other woman could match the energy madara exuded. you, however, were different. so much smaller than him, he clicked his tongue at your pitiful bow. your face remained unchanged, and you rose to look him in the eyes. madara felt something stir within him- he felt challenged, in a way. every woman before and without a doubt every woman after could not meet the eyes of the man, and if they did it was shaky and uncertain. never in a million years would he take such a woman’s hand. much to his fathers dismay.
it was much deeper than eye contact to him. to him, it was stability. it was significant of the fact that you matched him in beliefs and wits. to him, you were equal. you were weaker by many miles, but you were wise- somebody he would be proud to have by his side and make a mother.
marital manners were something quickly thrown out of the window though, because you matched him in one other thing.
desire. lust, you could say. you and madara were unapologetically attracted to each other in a carnal, unceremonious way. fuck making you shuffle around and bow to him in your own household. many would assume the two of you to follow such outlines firmly, but oh were they wrong.
even after he broke the kiss, your eyes stayed fixed on his face, searching for something. “what do you need, lover?” he’d break you from your little trance and you’d look him in the eyes, your fingers gripping wrinkles into his robe sleeves. “i need you, madara.” you’d purr.
and now you’re on top of him, his robe untied around you and the entire front of your bare body on display for him. ‘like an escort,’ he had chuckled when you tugged it free over top of him. “you look a fucking mess already, doll.” “for you, madara.” nothing sounded better than his name on your tongue. the two of you flash a sly smile at the other, like two animals pausing a fight for dominance before attacking the other. this time, it’s him. gloved firm fingers and a thumb nestle on each side of your neck, and he singlehandedly tugs you down by the throat to be centimeters from his face. “better be for me.” he squeezes and a breathless, silent yip comes from you. not from the action, but the sudden arousal it causes. “only you.” you weakly strain out. the pressure isn't enough to make you struggle, but enough to make you fuzzy. he nips part of his other glove between his teeth, unsheathing it and tossing it to the side. “let’s see what you’ve got for me then, hmm?” he murmurs, tugging you down into another kiss with one hand and the other finding it’s way to you already soaked cunt. a hot moan breaks from you and into his mouth at the contact, two thick fingers lazily rubbing at your clit.
it’s not long before he’s stretching you on them both- you make it so fucking easy for him. you choke when the hand around your throat pushes against you, separating the kiss with a breathless “phuahh..” from you. “pretty girl.” he smiles, admiring your fucked out face. “needed me home, didn’t you?” he gives your head a small shake, like you’re a toy he’s trying to get to work. “huh, doll?” “mhmm..” is all you can hum, catching your breath and swallowing the spit pooling behind your lower teeth. “it’s… it’s been two weeks…” you breathe, watching for his face to realize what you’re saying. “since i bled.” you can see the cogs turns behind those inky eyes of his, and your cunt throbs at the way they soften upwards.
you and madara fucked like rabbits when he was with you, but that was the thing. he wasn’t with you often, and when he was, it was horribly mistimed with your cycle. poor you had been left to get through every ovulation cycle on your own, left only with his robes soaked with the smell of oak, jasmine, and his musk.
“hahhh? is that what this is?“ his laughs send tremors through your body, still sitting atop him. “i’m still to give you an heir, aren’t i?” he chuckles, like it just slipped his mind. like that wasn’t the only reason you were arranged to be wed so quickly. everything is so hot to you that even that fact has got you tightening around nothing. the fact that such a traditional man is so lost in you he’s forgotten your joint marital duty. “mhmmm,” you hum, your hands finding their way to his chest, taking two handfuls of his breasts into your palm and softly raking your nails over them. “i’m still to carry it, madara.” your voice drips like syrup, and all he can think about is you, ripe with his child and in this same crested robe.
your cunt burns as he goes to the hilt, even when all you and your body needs is him, he’s still so big. “there you go, princess. you’ve got it.” he rumbles, licking his lips like he’s soaking up your noises and whines like an incubus. “fuck- you feel fucking good.” he shudders, pelvis to cunt with you. your legs are bent and your knees are to your shoulders, arms still drowned in fabric weakly splayed out across the futon. “you feel good- stretch me so good, madara-” you whine “yeah? do i, pretty girl? feels like this pussy was made for me,” he chuckles as you tighten around him at the statement, a weak whine crawling it’s way out of your throat. “jus’ for you, sir,” you weakly smile, and that title is enough for him to start moving.
your hands find your chest and you weakly squeeze and pinch at yourself while his cock splits you with each thrust, you feel so much but you’re somehow desperate for more. it’s not enough, you need more of him. “m-mada-raaa,” he fucks his name out of you, head tilting down at your pathetic little pleas. “more- i need f-fuh-hahhh.. fucking moreee,” you groan, eyes locking with his. he almost looks offended. “more? more??” he cackles.
in one swift movement, his hands are on either side of you and he’s leaning forward, still sheathed and curling you in on yourself with him. “you’re too fucking much, you know that, brat?” he hisses, punctuating that poisonous nickname with a small thrust that sends blissful agony shooting through your nervous system. “you take and take,” he pulls out, situating himself to stand on the balls of his feet now. “all you do is fucking take,” he buries himself- fully inside- balls practically to your fucking asshole, and you feel like you’ve fallen flat on your back with the wind that’s been knocked out of you. he's suddenly flush against every erogenous spot inside of you and you're sobbing. “but.. hahahh.. you’re so fucking perfect i just want to give.” for a moment, you swear you see red flash in those eyes of his. he looks crazed above you, eyes wide and weakly smiling, and you swear you’ve never felt more attracted to him.
you’ve already milked one load from him, warm cum shooting into you for maybe 20 seconds straight, but it’s not enough. he’s ramming it back into you, a milky white ring forming around the base of his cock as cum mixed with cream keep the two of you attached by strings of each other each time he pulls out, just to drive it directly back into you. you look fucking stupid on him, and he loves it. loves that pretty little fucked out face. loves bringing a hand up to smush your cheeks together and give you little smacks like he’s trying to wake you up. “thought you wanted more, doll.” “nghh.. i do… i want all of you- i need you, madara. you’re- hohhh, you’re all i n-need…” you pathetically babble. “you’ve got me, princess. i’ll fucking kill for you.” uchiha’s and the way they profess their love. isn’t it so dreamy?
tears stream down your pretty face, you feel so exposed beneath him like this. you’re getting the air fucked out of you again and your hands ball up as you focus on the increasing heat in your belly. “you’ve got it, doll. hahh- need you to finish- hahh, gotta make sure it takes- hahahh,” his filthy words make the turbulence of feelings you’re riding through even rougher, and a sob escapes from you as you teeter on the edge. “cum for me, princess. i’m- hah, i’m gonna finish too- gonna shoot right into you,” his words are separated with the loud wet plaps of your cunt meeting his pelvis, and the harmony of those noises and his vile speech create have got you throwing your head back onto the cushioned tatami. you’re not sure what he’s saying, but the rumble of his voice is the only thing that's keeping you grounded amid your nerve-frying orgasm. his fat, precise tip abusing your low-set cervix has you going crazy, and then a particularly hard thrust has the two flush against one another and he’s emptying directly into your womb.
madara isn't always so vocal, his roster of noises consists of low groans and huffs (and... laughs for some reason..?), but god you've got him falling apart. every clench around his wide dick has got him singing above you. "hahh-- good girlll," he growls, sucking air between his teeth. "don't waste a drop, take it all for me," he pulls out of you, falling back on his knees and letting you lower body unfold and drop. you're still twitching from your climax, every part of you feels fuzzy. like you're in a cloud. a rough thumb rips you back to the mortal plane as it grazes your clit and plugs your entrance. he tuts, "now what'd i say?" you whine, limp legs weakly jerking in reaction. "nnh- madaraaa..." you breathe. you're funny, he thinks. "whaddya say, princess?" "mmm... thank youuuu..." you giggle weakly, hands coming up to rub at your teary eyes. his smile is gentle as he looks at you- not so hungry compared to the others. you're just too sweet in your glow. you make him soft. and that dumb little smile you reciprocate has him even softer.
You love your older!husband so much, that’s why you tease him until he snaps. After all, the ungodly sex only happens when you push his buttons. Of course, that doesn’t mean you don’t love it any other time, you just like it when he’s ticked a bit.
₊˚ ✧ ━━━━⊱𝄞⊰━━━━ ✧ ₊˚₊˚ ✧ ━━━━⊱𝄞⊰━━━━ ✧ ₊˚
Your eyes glaze over as the pleasure courses through every part of your body. Your hands tightly intertwine with his, your body trembling from his dick sliding in and out. Your eyes were glazed over and strained from the endless crying.
“Hm… feels oh so good, doesn’t it, honey?” He cooes ever so softly and kisses your neck, his tone emlting your heart even more.
You can’t form words, as every time you tried to, you’d sob. Your feet curl and toes clench every time he pushes into your cervix, and purposely pulls away from it. Your walls suck him in greedily, wanting more of his length and seed that melted into its form.
Your mouth’s slacked open, and he takes this chance to mess with your tongue. The muscles wiggle around and swirl into each other, arousing you two even more. His hips gently push into yours, rolling at a rhythm that makes you pull away from him and turn your head away.
“Don’t hide from me, sweetheart. You begged for this…” you feel a kiss on the corner of your lip. “Begged for my attention… wearing that sexy fucking dress, smiling at everyone… being so sweet and loving to everyone, but your man.” He growls lowly against your clavicle.
“Your man, who puts you through the fucking mattress every single night… your man who kisses the ground you walk on every second of your day…” his jaw clenches when he feels his balls twitch and stomach tighten.
“Your man who put a ring on this finger, and made him yours,” he whispers, pecking your lips.
He lets go of your hands to wrap your legs around his hips. “Your man who will put a beautiful, strong baby in this perfect, divine body if you keep teasing him and making those pretty noises.”
He slams his hips into you again, over and over; the sound of skin clapping harshly against each other and genital fluids gushing together circulate loudly within the room. The bed squeaks and thumps against the wall, slowly chipping the color he painted it little by little. Your shaky hands raise up and cup his face, and he leans back down kissing your lips passionately.
You hug each other tightly as he cums again for the umpteenth time, filling your stuffy cunt leak onto the bedsheet for Goddess knows how many times. Your mind’s foggy with thoughts and feelings of him, your legs twitch as your nerves jerk from the overwhelming pressure. He nearly crushes you with his body as his muscular arms wrap around you, holding you captive in his embrace. Your eyes roll back as sleep slowly consumes you, feeling his hands roam your body and grip your thick limbs with love and devotion.
₊˚ ✧ ━━━━⊱𝄞⊰━━━━ ✧ ₊˚₊˚ ✧ ━━━━⊱𝄞⊰━━━━ ✧ ₊˚
Zayne (Galen, Dawnbreaker, MoF, GoA,) Caleb (Colonel, X0-2,) Sylus (SW Fiend, Stayrus), Jingyuan, Phainon, Nanook (ik they’re nonbinary, but I was still thinking of them), Mydei, Dan Heng/Feng, Nanami, Higuruma, Toji, Mihawk, Katakuri, Corazon, Madara, Itachi, Obito, Broly, Pierro, Jebrael, Gyomei, Gang Orca, and your faves
features: naruto, itachi, madara, kakashi, tenzou, hashirama, tobirama, kiba, shikamaru, konohamaru, asuma, deidara, jiraiya, and genma
minor notes: these drabbles include a female reader who exists in the village of konoha as a shinobi and no uchiha massacre has taken place!
on your belly
naruto — there's something dangerous, nearly feral, about the way he looks down at you when he leans over your body. its like kurama breaks free and takes over the ninja, like the whiskers on his face darken to black, his eyes glowing red and bright and ferocious— and it thrills you. utterly, and completely thrills you. naruto smirks, and in any other moment you might have been embarrassed about the fact that you both know then and there that he can smell your arousal. but you're too far gone to care. it's all you can do to hold on, clawing at his broad back, clutching your legs around his hips as you ride through the pleasure of his cock against your insides. he pulls out at the last moment, the way your fingers wind together as both of your hands work furiously over his cock, and the sinful moan that spills from his lips as he comes is almost enough to send you headlong into another orgasm. his cum splatters over your belly, icy hot and plentiful, and you expect him to collapse on top of you, caging you beneath his firm body and holding you there, as he usually does, but this time his holds his ground. his hands are at your belly, fingers moving through his spend as he works it into your skin, spreading it across the softness he loves to kiss, as though marking you with his scent, marking you as his. he growls, nearly purrs, and as you meet his feral red eyes, you both know kurama is pleased.
itachi — he loves the way you can quiet his mind, send the swirling storm of thoughts into quiet symbiosis, cooing the firestorm. you take him in his arms, make him feel protected, instead of what is usually the other way around. it's intoxicating, to be around you. when he makes love to you, when he wraps his arms around you, and your legs wind around him, he loves how you pull him down until he's chest to chest with you, like he can become one with you completely. you'll try for a child soon, he knows. but for now he contents himself with pulling out of you just enough to release on your stomach, to feel the warmth of your skin on his most sensitive part, to run his fingers through the liquid and it excites him to no end to picture little uchiha's running around the compound.
on your chest
yamato — there's something about the way you look, flushed, breathless, dripping with sweat, that overcomes him, makes him feel half wild as he looks down at you. he can't tear himself away from you, not even for a moment, and has been late for many a meeting because of this weakness, much to kakashi's delight and his chagrin. but every once in a while, when he feels particularly wound up, pent up, that he indulges his secret sin. he pulls out of you as he feels his orgasm bridging, a frisson of pleasure building at the base of his spine and rolling through him like a jolt of lightning, and rolls over to the side. your eyes are half lidded as you look up at him, confusion bridging into understanding as you recognize the familiar pose. even without asking you roll into a sitting position, as though reading his mind, and kami he loves you so much, even in the throes of passion and pleasure he drops a hand to your cheek to stroke it lovingly. he works his cock quickly as you push your breasts together, flinching slightly as your fingers pinch your nipple, still sensitive from the force of your orgasm, and the breathy little moan you let out is enough to send him over the edge. his cum sinks onto your skin, slipping down your breasts and onto your stomach, a fist of prideful pleasure tightening in his belly. kami he just loves you so much.
konohamaru — somehow, he knows, just knows, that this is all naruto's fault. he blames the hokage for having made his introduction into the world of sex be all bare breasts and long legged, until the memories of his sexy jutsu captivating his adolescent. even as an adult konohamaru has the same weakness, and the day he had met you he knew all at once that you checked all his boxes in perfect harmony. and when he's leaning over you, his spend dotted across your perfect chest like spilled pearls, your face flushed and eyes half lidded from the throes of pleasure, the aftershocks of your orgasm still trembling through you, he can't quite but thank the gods for naruto.
on your face
deidara — its a work of art on its own, the way your eyes look as you gaze up at him. the way your lips are swollen and half parted, wet by the tongue that drags across them seductively enough to make him dive back down into your arms. but there's nothing more beautiful than the way you look on your knees, his cock kissed against your lips, his spend streaked across your face like oil paint on a canvas. he smirks, near feral, and just the sight is enough to make him half hard again. he never feels more pleasure at the notion that art truly is an explosion.
shikamaru — he let out a long, sated sigh, breathing out a curl of smoke and thinking about the fact that he had never been this happy. your fingers clawed at the skin of his naked chest, nails dragging across his nipple in a way that made him flinch and his hips stutter, pleasure-pain rushing through his chest as he moaned. your fingers wound absently around the fabric of the yukata you had hastily pushed down around his waist, leaving his ass bare and ready to be fondled by you as you guided the thrust of his hips. your mouth was so hot, so wet and warm, that he wished he could live in it. not that he spent much time free from the tangle of your limbs, with the amount of time you spent fucking, the honeymoon period having never ended after your marriage three years prior. he gasped out a moan, leaning forward in his zaisu, and winding a hand through your beautiful hair, warning you silently that he was about to reach his peak. his cum marked your face, spilling across your cheeks, your lips, your chin, and you looked so beautiful he couldn't resist kissing you, his tongue entering your mouth, his hand cupping your bare breast, both of you already knowing he wasn't going to be going anywhere for the next hour.
on your ass
kiba — it's his animal instincts. it must be. it makes him feel wild, ferocious to see you like this, on your hands and knees, your hair messy as its tossed over your shoulders, your back bowed to tilt your hips up towards his. your skin is glistening with a mix of heady sweat and saliva, because he just can't stop himself from licking you, tasting you, mapping every inch of your body with his tongue. your thighs are parted, wet for the same reasons, and he longs to taste you again, to bury himself between your legs and eat and eat and eat until the neverending starvation in his belly is sated. but he can't, not yet, not now. his cock feels fit to burst, and he can't stand being parted from you for a second longer, pushing back into you until his hips are flush to your ass, and kami you feel so fucking good, he can't stop the growl that leeches from this lips. he comes quickly, pulling out with rabid ferocity and spilling over the curves of your perfect ass, unable to resist biting into it and leaving another bite mark among the sea of half healed ones.
tobirama — his brother had told him it would be like this one day, like him and mito, had told him that one day he would know what it meant to be completely consumed by another. but before you, tobirama had though his brother a fool. even worse, a god of shinobi, brought to heel by something so simple as love. but from the very first moment he had come across you, had taken your hand to shake and seen the way your lips arched into a smile, he realized he was a fool too. it's like heaven and hell, like sweet escape and even sweeter torture, to be with you, to be apart from you, even for just the moment it takes to pull out of your sweet warmth. but there's something wicked about the way you look covered in his spend, the way your ass reddens from the slap of his hips, the way your sweat speckled skin looks glistens like diamonds. kami, he truly is a fool, but much like his brother, there's no place he'd rather be than in your arms.
on your pussy
jiraiya — the toad sage can't help but be mesmerized by everything about you. the way your hair drapes around your shoulders, the mastery of your genjutsu, the way your eyes shine in the moonlight, the softness of your skin, the brightness of your smile. but fuck, if one of the most impressive things about you wasn't the way your pussy sucked him in. you're both sexual beings, he knows that. knows that you've had other lovers before him, but he couldn't tell— not from the way your pussy sucked him in like a tight-fist, like a virgin. it was near agony to pull out, to not cum in you like jiraiya so obviously enjoyed, but during times like this, when the cleanup was too messy, or you two had stolen the time for a quickie, when he forced himself to pull out as he came, splattering your skin with drops of cum that nearly sizzled your beautiful skin. you moaned, looking so beautiful covered in his spend that he couldn't help but seize your lips in a messy kiss, sighing in pleasure as he began to mentally draft the next volume of icha icha.
genma — he was a pervert. he knew it, you knew it. half of konoha knew it. he kissed you like a fiend, all tongue and teeth and exchanged spit, addicted to the way your body felt beneath his, all soft curves to his hard edges. your hand fisted in his loose hair, tilting his head down towards you, so you could kiss even more deeply, practically consuming each other. your legs were wrapped around his naked hips, his favorite belt, and he thrust into you with abandon, unable to resist the wet heat of your pussy, still fluttering around him after your orgasm. he was gonna cum soon, he knew from the reckless thrust of his hips and the fist of pleasure forming below his stomach and there wasn't enough time to properly make love to you since you were both supposed to report to the hokage in five minutes. genma pulled out begrudgingly, cum spilling across the lips of your pussy instead of inside you as he longed to do. he admired his handiwork, breathless and feeling lose from release of pleasure, and couldn't help but run his fingers through the spend, dragging it across your skin like he was painting. yeah maybe he was a pervert, but he loved it, and you loved it— and at the end of the day that was all he cared about. you
in your mouth
asuma — he's addicted to you, he thinks. utterly and completely addicted. he's never been dependent on anything in his life, not even his cigarettes, not the way he is to you. he wishes he could retire, could spend all day every day in your arms, in bed with you, cooking with you, eating with you, showing with you, sleeping with you. it's heaven, or the closest he's ever come, and the sole reason is you. he fucks you languidly, relishing in every part of you, the clench of your pussy, the bounce of your unbound breasts, the salty wetness of sweat on your skin he draws up with his tongue. asuma pulls out begrudgingly, desperate to chase the tightness, the heat of your insides, but the tiny thread of reason he clung to was telling him otherwise. instead he takes himself in hand, swinging a leg over your body to perch on your stomach, his cock brushing the plush suppleness of your lips. he cums across your perfect mouth, moaning too loudly when he sees the way your tongue darts out to lick your lips, and he could almost cum again just as the sight. asuma collapses beside you in the bed you share, pulling you into his strong arms and kissing you deeply. he wants to breed you, to get you full and pregnant and fill your house with little asumas, but for now this was enough.
kakashi — your eyes, he thinks. it's the way your eyes seem to pin him in place as you look up at him. he has more than enough experience with the look of fear on an enemies face when his eyes are upon them, and he thinks he must have much the same look on his as he meets your gaze. you've raised yourself up on the legs folded beneath you, one hand lazily stroking his bare thigh, your nails digging just firmly enough into his skin to cause a frisson of pain to rush up his spine, the other hand on his cock, doing things to him that he can only describe as sinful. your lips are swollen and reddened from the length of your lovemaking, your tongue dragging down his cock and paying special attention to his head. he gasps out a moan, the sound like it was dragged from the depths of his belly. his hips jerk forward as he comes, automatically seeking the warmth and comfort of your touch. he comes like a blast of raikiri, barely having the energy to do more than fall to his knees before you. he weakly opens his eyes, and nearly goes mute. his spend is on your tongue, your lips, the corner of your mouth, and the way you look drinking it down is utterly sinful.
inside of you
madara — there was no better place for madara than between your thighs, not the battlefield, not the winners circle. no, he'd give it all up just to stay pillowed between your legs. just as your happiness elevated his, your pleasure heightened his. when his hands push apart your thighs, your arms wrapping around his shoulders to pull him down flush against you. it's as though the gods had made his body just for yours, the way your hips fit into the cradle of his, the way his thighs made the perfect hook for your legs, the mold of your lips against mouth. kami, it was a miracle. he hates to leave you, even more to pull out of you, not when you're so hot, so tight, so wet against him. to feel himself spend inside of you, awash with pleasure and contentment, is the most powerful feeling in the world.
hashirama — there was nothing in the world hashirama loved more in the world than the way you felt in his arms. the way your bodies moved in unison as he made love to you, when your arms were wrapped around his shoulders, your body twitching in his arms as pleasure ran through you, the way your breath mingled as you kissed and kissed and kissed. your pleasure was as important to him as his own, as it was his highest order of duty to provide for you in every way. and the best part, the highest honor and highest pleasure, was to come with you. to feel you clench around his cock, tight as a fist and so utterly warm that hashirama was sure you could melt him more than you already had, and the feeling of your body sinking fully into pleasure, tight as a coil as you both achieved orgasm at the same time was the highest accomplishment of his life.
݁.𖥔 Content Warning: pre-established relationship, smut, p in v, blowjob, dry humping, handjob, fingering
A/N: @carebearcozy’s post about my request picked my interest for this scenario. Also, special credits for Kakashi & Genma’s fanart from @cuddlymaus and for Sasuke & Itachi’s fanart from @emoiover. 🫶🏽
༄ Morning Wood? Wood Release no Jutsu?
Kakashi 🍃
Kakashi’s secured hold acted like a blanket, with his toned arms covering your body and hands placed over your belly as his chest met your back. In his borderland state of mind, Kakashi’s hips rubbed against your ass. Only when you muddled murmur of your voice made him fully aware, eyes open wide.
First, he saw your exposed nape, strands of hair tickling your skin from your shoulder to your face. Second, he felt the fruitful heat between your bodies as his eyes avert down to the source of it. Fuck. He has a boner.
At that, Kakashi tried to create some distance, at least a little. He took his hands off your intertwined bodies, but just after his hand left you, it was just as fast back while you placed yours on top of his. He barely discerned your soft grumbling.
“No…Where are you going…?"
Kakashi realized you’re not even awake completely since your eyes are closed. But gradually, after the lack of his response, you felt yourself aware of your warm surroundings, sensing his rigid posture behind you.
You looked over your shoulder as Kakashi glanced back at your beautiful, strained eyes.
“Why are you so far? Come closer.”
He swallowed, licking his dry lips before his raspy morning voice made you feel dangerous things below where his hand still is.
“I shouldn’t.”
A puzzled look formed on hour face, your head turned to the side to catch a glimpse of his restrained expression. He looks so unguarded — his silver, dishevelled hair covered his bedroom gaze in his right eye, while the other was closed on his beautiful, bare face you loved to see, yet you couldn’t get use to it. You didn’t understand the want in them until you glanced down.
“Oh.” Was all you could say at first, feeling the warm spreading in your cheeks, until you added shyly. “Come here?”
Kakashi looked scrutinizingly over your features, trying to gauge what you really want, and all he was the subtle desire in your eyes.
Morning sex? Well, how could he say no to that…?
Itachi 🍃
The first rays of sunrise cause Itachi's eyes to flutter as he grows conscious of his own body shortly after. His eyes opened in an instant, cheeks warming slightly.
So inappropriate.
He felt ashamed for having such a reaction, especially since he wad so close to you, and he suspected this was making him more aroused. Itachi knew this is a normal reaction of a well-conditioned body, yet it didn’t sit well with him to stay like this. Slowly, he takes his hands off your sleepy body as you let small groans leave your lips, making his body frozen until he made sure he didn’t wake you.
Itachi raised himself on the bed, head leaning against the counter. He folded his hands in his lap and looked at nothing in particular. What could he do? He should take care of himself in the bathroom? No, that’s just indulging in his primal urges. A cold shower? A run in the morning?
Vigilant to how he is in general, Itachi didn’t realise you were awake until you turned around, hand searching for him until it landed on his leg. He was petrified, locking his eyes on you when you addressed him.
“Itachi?”
He adjusted his voice, trying to act composed as much as he could.
“Sleep, [Name]. It’s still early.”
You whined, rolling your body towards him until your face rested on his chest.
This is worse, Itachi thought.
He placed his arm around you hesitantly as he dared to glance down at you only to see the perplexed expression on your face. It only took you a second to see the compromising position he was in when you glanced down closer to where your hand landed just before. When you looked back at him, Itachi’s breath stopped. You saw the blush in his face, despite his unreadable expression.
You bite a smile at that.
“Can I help you with…?”
His voice was aggravating, lacking sincerity.
“You don’t need to. It will pass.”
His chest heaves with each breath as your touch moves lower, nearing his waist.
“What if I want to?”
Itachi’s throat was dry, not taking his eyes off you as he saw the lovely, yet alluring gaze you gave him. He could only nod after a second too long, feeling too embarrassed to let you know that he really wants you to help him.
Obito 🍃
Obito didn’t even realise the condition he was in since you turned around in your sleep, staying so close to his soul — leg over his waist, arms around his body as his head nuzzled into your neck. He didn’t really sense if you were here with him since he was also not quite awake, but both of your bodies reacted before your mind can think. He pressed soft kisses on your neck, making you gasp unconsciously as you slowly moved against him. He gripped your leg higher, his own body grinding over yours.
Then, as he started to wake, Obito pressed a light kiss on your lips as you slowly opened your eyes, the lust present in them mirrored his.
“Morning, baby.” You hummed, claiming his lips as he guided your body on your back, his body pressing fully against yours now, legs already parting for him until you felt his hard dick, making you moan against his mouth. He whispered against your ear as his thrusts turned firmer. “Do you see how you make me feel? Hm? Only you can do this.”
“F-Fuck, Obito…”
Obito surely likes to feel you first in the morning.
Shisui 🍃
Shisui rubbed his hand over his eyes for waking up all of a sudden. His hand landed on the small furniture next to the bed, checking the time on his phone. Hell, what's with this ungodly hour?
He glanced back at you, causing a subtle to form on his drowsy expression as he could hear the small snores leaving your lips, your palm under your right cheek.
Just before he wanted to close his eyes again, coming closer the sweet heat your body provides for him, he felt his own. Ah, waking up in a tent again?
He could feel his arousal rising as filthy thoughts filled his mind when he glanced at his hard dick and then at you. Two times. He grinned to himself. Wouldn't it be a great time to wake his baby like this?
Slowly, yet sure of himself, he placed his hand over your front, closing the distance until his warm breath was against your neck. He placed soft kisses here and here, his hand wandered over your body as his own now pressed against yours. When you guided your hips unwittingly towards him, Shisui actually let out a quiet moan. Dirty girl.
He needs to wake you up now. How do you tease him like that even in your sleep? Not like this was the first time; already knowing how vulnerable you are in the mornings, letting him feel you like that. In fact, you stated this before, shyly enough to make his heart melt on the spot.
“You can wake me up…when…you are like this.”
When you murmured, still sleepy, Shisui's moves turned bold; his hand squeezed your breast, hips meeting your unconscious movement as his dick started getting lonely by the moment.
You whispered, asking him for no real reason.
“W-What time is it?”
“Way too early.” He murmured, his lips tracing your neck with wet kisses as his hand came to tilt you until he started kissing you in an uncoordinated, sensual kiss. Just then you felt his dick pressed against your ass, eyes now fully open while he already looked at you with a smirk on his face.
“Look who woke up.”He looked down at his hardness, but you couldn't roll your eyes since you were already moaning from his slow thrusts. Shisui kneaded your ass cheeks, making room for his clothed dick to feel better over your already damp underwear since this is how you normally sleep with him. “It would be such a shame to not give it to my baby, right?”
“Shusui…”
He kissed your lips one more time. It was already too hard to waste a minute more.
“Turn around for me, sweetheart.”
Genma 🍃
Genma felt his scratchy, dry throat before he opened his eyes, sighing and sitting up as he opened the bottle of water next to the bed. Gulping almost all of it that few drops of water fell onto his bare chest. Too hot. The weather outside was unbearable, even indoors. And the night was even worse.
He looked at you then, seeing your body stretched out across the bed, barely leaving him room to sit. His mouth twitched, amused at the sight. Then, his gaze lingered over your body, your ass slightly bent sweetly toward him. The fact that you were also half-naked — wearing some shorts you’d stoled from him and a top that had ridden up enough to leave your breasts exposed—didn’t help Genma at all.
Tsk. That’s all he needed right now. To be hard while also dying of heat at the same time. He should sleep.
He tried. He really tried, palm resting under his face, body positioned to the side. But his constant fidgeting on the bed wakes you up too, and the first sound you let out is an irritated groan.
“The fuck are you doing, Shinarui?!”
Aw, someone is angry? You rolled onto your belly, putting a pillow over your head as the view was another sweet angle, ass in plain sight.
Hmm.
“Sorry, sorry.” You throw the pillow from your head since the cold part of it already starts burning as he catches it and your hand freezes mid-air.
When you peered to see him, contemplating if you should beat his ass for waking you up after you barely got to sleep because of the humidity in the room, your eyes locked on his piercing gaze and having a lapse in your judgement. You exhaled hard, dropping your head on the bed, facing him as his fingers started playing with strands of your hair, letting your face breathe from the sweat.
“It’s too damn hot.”
“Mhm. It wakes me up too.”
Your eyes open slowly, looking at him as his faint touches now traced your sides until they rested on your hip, burning the area. You glanced down. Great, Genma has a boner.
“And you decide to wake me up too?”
When he came closer, you turned around swiftly to escape him as he chuckled, not really minding the new position as his exploring touches start messing with your inner debate.
“Geeenma! It’s too hot…”
Genma starts kissing the back tenderly of your neck, brushing the hair off and murmuring against your skin. That’s true. Maybe an ice play will help next time?
“I’ll be short?”
He adjusts himself, pressing his dick against your ass. Then his hand leaving your thighs, spreading his palm across your stomach and abdomen, pulling, trying to pull you closer as if you could get any closer, feeling his heat merging with yours, already spreading inside all your body.
“I-It better be good.”
You know your taunting words are in vain; it's not like he will ever disappoint you here, letting yourself be sexually deprived.
“Of course, baby.” He sucked your earlobe slowly while his hands cradled your poor, needy breast, playing with your hard nubs, hips grinding against your ass. "When would Iever let my pretty girl be unsatisfied?”
You bite your lip, head resting against his shoulder. He leaned his head against yours, one of his hands came to squeeze your butt, and his thrust turned hungry, leaving you a desperate mess as his other hand came to lift your chin. His thumps pressed on your lips until you opened them by the moans that slipped from your lips.
“You…didn’t—!”
Genma kissed you then, shortly, his raspy breaths warming your face as his hands came to touch you where you couldn’t wait for it. His front didn’t meet your back anymore, as he took his dick out to stroke it with one hand before the other came between your legs, fingers teasing between your pussy folds before they started circling around your clit.
“Fuck. You are so wet, baby.”
He tested your entrance, his finger started fucking your pussy at the same time he stroked himself. Your pretty voice only spurred him more.
“Only for you, G-Genma—“
He groaned as his cum purred down on your ass as he prolonged the intense feeling with his hand milking himself dry. Damn, that was quick. Yet, his orgasm barely wears off until he lifts your leg as his now two fingers start thrusting inside you, making your mind blank until all the heat you feel is from him, provoked by him. And you realised you didn’t mind at all.
Madara 🍃
Madara adjusted his position, placing a hand behind his head when he woke up abruptly. He decided to stay a couple of minutes more since this day isn’t particularly eventful. He wouldn’t say out loud, but the heat emanating from your body against him was driving him closer to sleep too.
He opened one of his eyes when you woke up too, lifting your face from his naked chest as you glanced at him shortly before looking over your shoulder when you saw it was still night outside. You groaned, resting your head again him while you mumbled.
“Why can't I fucking sleep more on free days…”
You opened your eyes as his voice had a gravelly, morning tone, but your attention now was on something else entirely.
“Complaining about it will not make any difference. Go back to sleep.”
No remarks? Madara thought.You couldn’t be irritated enough to ignore him first thing in the morning just from that. You can handle more. He tilted his head to see you better, noticing your open eyes.
Ah. By the way you fidget slightly, pressing your inner thighs against his leg slowly like you didn't mean it, but it didn’t go unnoticed.
“It will go down alone. No intention behind it.” He raised an eyebrow when you gazed at him, seeing the familiar lascivious gaze in your eyes. Someone is hungry? He wasn’t phased by typical body reactions, but yours was interesting. Yet, you’re stubborn enough to not say it directly. “Say what you think, minx.”
He saw the hesitation before you dropped the sinful idea, leaning back against his chest.
“Nothing.”
He sighed. In a minute, Madara moved your body as you gasped, shocked by the sudden action, until he was towering over you. He took your hands and place them on both sides of your head.
“So my wife’s mind isn't filled now with filthy thoughts? That’s what are you saying?” You swallowed, tilting your head to the side to avoid his intense, dark gaze as his mouth twitched. “Hm?” He spoke between firm, wet kisses on your neck before lowering himself until you felt his hard dick, but you wrapped your legs invitingly around him.
“Y-You just want to hear it— Mhm! F-For your ego to get bigger.”
He squeezed your breast against his big hands, raising your shirt to suck and kiss on the skin here.
“And what if I do?” He straightened himself to take his dick out of his pants, looking at you as he spat in his mouth before stroking himself. You watched in a daze, feeling your breath cut short. “Is it that bad to fuck my wife first thing in the morning?”
Definitely not. But you wouldn’t say that out loud so soon. Only when his thrust will turn so rough and his fingers will move on your clit so sweet until a weak admission will slip past your lips.
Sasuke 🍃
The sun barely found a place between the curtains when Sasuke woke up. Not because he intended to; he still has at least half an hour before his dawn session should start, but you moved in your sleep, unconsciously chasing his body until you put your head over his chest, with your arm over him.
He let his fingers swirl barely against the strands of your hair, then rested his hand over your head until he sighed, closing his eyes for a couple of minutes —for nothing. Slowly, he start to feel an unfamiliar feeling at first until he realised when he opened his eyes again, raising slightly to see the bulge forming in his pants.
He drops his head over the pillow again, glancing shortly at you. This is not good. At all. And it got worse when you moved slightly again, humming probably at the soothing calmness his warmth provides as you always told him before while you pressed around him more, accidentally resting your leg over his dick. He grunted uncontrollably, feeling mortified as seconds passed.
Sasuke got used to you and the cuddling session you forced him into. Well, forcing is not really the truth. Even if it took time for his body to ease around you, he didn’t mind having you in his arms. You’re his lover after all. Still, this is a completely different feeling. His own body betraying him.
“Sasuke?” No. Sleep. Please, sleep.
He swallowed, not really answering. He shuts his eyes when he senses you’ll open yours, faking sleep. Yet, he betrayed himself even more when your fingers started tracing his fingers over his face, faintly — on his pretty features, tracing the line of his eyebrows, on his not-so-pale cheeks.
You stilled when his eyes opened slowly, locking on yours right away.
“Did I wake you? I’m sorry.” He didn’t respond, but you pressed again. “Sasuke?”
He sighed. But when he felt you wanted to break away from him, his hold intensified as he blurted out the words. “N-No. You didn’t. I was…awake.”
“Hm? Did you just fake being asleep?”
Your teasing smile fades when your eyes wander for more explanation. You almost choke on air at the same time with him, a blush formed on both of your faces and you were the first to hide in his chest.
You could feel his heartbeat pumping violently against your ear, and that really caught your attention. Slowly, you raised your head and looked at him. His attention was fully on you now. He feels restless about what you will say that his mouth stays shut.
“Do you… Can we…”
His eyes widen slightly at the same time you struggle to vocalise what you want. Your flustered expression was enough for Sasuke’s control to slip as his hand guided your back, his other cupping your face as his mouth found yours in a much-needed kiss.
That was all it took for Sasuke to not feel embarrassed, instead letting his low, deep thrust fuck your pussy until both of you were left with no air to breathe.
Naruto 🍃
Naruto inhaled your scent, his face brushing your hair as he found himself hugging you tighter against him. At that, you turned around in your sleepy state of mind, puzzling your bodies together as your hand now rested behind his neck, tugging his hair gently.
“Ghh…I don’t want to wake up.”
You chuckled, his voice waking you more as your hand goes to caress his back, whispering against his ear.
“You should, baby. You’re going to be late again.”
He didn’t really hear your words clearly since his mind started going in another direction; a shiver went down his spine as the warm air puffed from your lips touched his neck. Just then, Naruto felt something growing between his legs. Oh, no!
Naruto stilled, and your wandering hand stopped, leaning your head back to watch him.
“Naruto?”
He only glanced once at you, too shy to say something as his head lowered to hide his face from you, accidentally nuzzling his face between your breasts. Damn it! His head rose in an instant, his mouth open with his cheeks flushed hard. You giggled at the sight, pressing a soft kiss at the corner of his mouth and then on his cheek.
“What’s with this face?” He moved slightly for the inconvenient feeling down there, and that’s how you felt it — when he pushed his hips towards you, his dick touching your leg by mistake. You gulped, your own face reddened as your gaze turned a shade darker. “S-So this was the problem.”
He swiftly goes on his back before he grips the blanket from the end of the bed and covers himself, hands gripping around it, hiding half of his face.
“Naruto?”
He put his hand over his eyes, grumbling.
“This is so embarrassing!"
He looked surprised at you when your hands came on top of his, dropping them to reveal his red face. You couldn’t hide the teasing smile you showed in your voice too.
“Don’t hide! You’re kind of cute like this…”
His muscles tensed at your praise, but more when your hands came under the pillow, moving slowly towards his painfully hard dick. He followed the actions like in a daze until he turned his head sharply towards you.
"What—What are you doing?”
Your face inches apart from him now, whispering against his ear.
“Can I touch you, Naruto?”
Your hand stopped moving, fingers circling around his belly as you wait for an answer. It came pinched, desperately, which only made you touch him immediately.
"Y-yes…" Naruto moaned when he felt your palm against his pants, stroking him teasingly before your hand came under the clothes to feel his precum around your tips as you spread it around his dick. “Please—“
Naruto thinks that’s the best decision he took in all his life.
Shikamaru 🍃
With your face pressed against the pillow, sleeping on your belly until the clock rang in the whole fucking room, you groaned as you gripped another one and threw it where Shikamaru’s body probably is.
“What the hell—“
You spoke irritably.
“Turn off that fucking clock! It’s the third time it rings!”
Shikamaru’s arm was over his forehead, one of his eyes open lazily. His voice was hoarse.
“That’s for sure the best way to wake up your man in the morning.”
You turned your head towards him, glaring at him and catching him as he adjusted the pants that confined his morning wood. A pink formed on his cheek when he looked back at you, but he didn’t say anything.
“Yeah? And how should I wake my man then, huh? Since he wakes me up like this.”
Shikamaru’s eyes lingered on your body; your short pyjama pants make the curve of your body now resting on your side more appealing. When he looked back at you as you already saw his lingering gaze, knowing what his lazy ass might think right now, Shikamaru actually surprised you.
“Sorry. I’ll try to wake at the first alarm. Or…maybe I should sleep on the couch when I need to wake up before you.”
You raised an eyebrow, sensing the docile side of him surging from something else. Not that Shikamaru can’t be considerate when needed. But the way he averts his eyes when you look at him tells you that’s not really the only reason.
You start moving slowly as he follows every movement. Your tone wasn’t aggressive anymore, more taunting-like.
“You still didn’t answer my question, Shikamaru.”
The way his name falls from your lips makes him twitch in his pants. He raised himself a little as he parted his legs at the same time you came over him. He let out a heavy breath when you started living kisses from the top of him, his face, and his neck, followed by a peck on his lips as your intense gaze put him in place.
Shikamaru knows when he should definitely shut up.
You continued, your hand lifting his t-shirt to kiss him here, squeezing the muscles he usually hides as he looked on at how you bent for him, raising your ass in the air. His pupils grew when he saw your grin, looking at him under your fluttering lashes.
“Fuck…”
“So? Can you answer me, or are you too out of your genius mind?”
He gulped when you started undressing him, his pants followed by his shorts, while he didn’t know where to look at first.
“You should wake me however you want.”
You breathed a laugh, watching him shut his eyes close as you took his dick in your hand, stroking him slowly after spreading his wetness around the tip, then to the base.
“Yeah? Then don’t complain the next time.”
Shikamaru gasped when he felt your warm mouth placing kisses around him before taking him inside. His hand goes straight to your hair, struggling to grasp it in a ponytail as he already feels embarrassingly close.
“Y-yes, babe I will—Fuck!" He cut himself off when you started sucking him faster, moving your hand over the base of his dick to stroke at the same time, then cupping his full balls to play with them, showing a little attention here too.
He will keep his promise. He will definitely wake up on the first alarm from now on if things like this happen often. After all, he listens to whatever his wife says, even if he messes up sometimes until he learns his lesson. As he should.
Gaara 🍃
The first time it happened, Gaara acted in an instant. He takes your hands off him carefully, moving your body in a slow manner so as not to wake you up, and goes straight to the bathroom.
He felt guilty getting himself off in it with you in the next room. His mind was so full of blaming thoughts until he stilled when he felt a presence behind him. You whined sleepily as you came closer to him, not yet aware why Gaara would wash his hands in such an aggressive rhythm.
Meanwhile, the water still poured when you went to wash your face. When you finally saw him better, you raised an eyebrow, confused.
“Gaara, are you okay?”
Gaara didn’t say anything, too embarrassed to even move or speak until you saw the wet spot over his pants. He looked down after you already did it, and when his eyes looked into yours, his face was already the same colour as his hair.
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
His eyes widen, finally turning to face the sink, gripping the sides of it as his head lowered, bangs covering his flustered figure.
“How could I? That will be a selfish action.”
He almost choked when he felt your touch —face pressing against his back, hands over his chest.
“Not if I wanted to.”
Gaara didn’t say anything for a minute before he finally whispered.
“I…didn’t know.”
You tilted your body until he gave you a side glance while you rise a little on your tiptoes to place a small kiss on his warm cheek.
“Now you do!”
And next time, composed as he was, Gaara tried to muffle his moans with the back of his hands as you stroked him slowly, almost teasingly, enjoying every reaction he gave you as he came for you way too quickly while his body shook with pleasure.
More credits -> The rest of the fanarts are mostly from X: Shikamaru - @penac00ny ; Naruto - @Eluspac_Maru ; Madara - @uchihaiada1 ; Obito - @JorlineSlick? Not sure. Mentioned on the photo. And Gaara & Naruto from pinterest.
Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
✓ Live Streaming✓ Interactive Chat✓ Private Shows✓ HD Quality✓ Free Actions
Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming
Plot: reader is a bunny quirk haver or hybrid, it’s spring, Katsuki is mean about it.
TW/CW: 18+, smut, heavy on the breeding kink, hybrid reader, cursing, petnames, reader is desperate, p in v, creampie, Katsuki is mean, begging, cockdrunk, minor dacryphilia, manhandling
A/N: love a hybrid au sorry soooo yummy, will probably stop spam posting now, actually have to go to work tomorrow
Katsuki’s so mean.
He’s just so mean.
His hands behind his head, biceps flexing without any effort, a lazy smirk on his face as crimson eyes gaze on you from under blonde lashes.
You’re trying your hardest, cheeks puffing out, straddled across his waist, hips bucking wildly as you grind your soaked cunt against his boxers. Red in the face and whining so sweetly for him.
“I can feel your lil’ tail twitchin’ like crazy.” He chuckles; the only thing giving him away was just how hard he was beneath you.
His observations weren’t incorrect. Your back curved as your clit rubbed against his abs, your little cotton tail puffed up at flicking against your back, ears pressed to your head.
“Ka-Katsuki~” You babble helplessly, hips moving in tight circles, soaking his boxers, abs, your own thighs, “Help.”
You’re pouting, bottom lip jutting out in a way you can’t control. It’s pathetic, it’s needy, it’s utterly sinful.
“You’re so much needier in the spring bun,” he comments, seemingly unfazed by your desperation, not even bucking his hips upwards to help you, “S’like that pretty little bunny brain only has one thought.”
You wail in response, knowing what he’s getting at, grinding down harder trying to get a response, any response. It’s what he was waiting for, for you to get desperate enough that those pretty tears clump your lashes, for your hips to start twitching from getting close to the edge just by humping pathetically against him.
“Alright, alright,” he chuckles, finally moving, his arms coming to your waist to still you, only making you cry harder, “guess I gotta help. Can’t have my needy bunny cryin’.”
He’s rough with his movements, manoeuvring you onto your back, pinning you below him. You can feel and hear your tail thumping pitifully against the mattress.
He finally loses the boxers, pulling them from his hips in one rough motion and kicking them from his ankles. Your legs are balanced on his broad shoulders as he crowds you, yanking you upward by the thighs so your hips are elevated.
You can only hiccup and babble his name as he lines his cock up. He thrusts shallowly, just the tip, sending you crazy in need by teasing your quivering hole with the promise of more.
“What do you need, angel?” He coos, still being so mean, making you beg for what he knows you need.
“You, you, you-“ You whine, attempting to push forward despite his iron grip on you, trying to take him deeper.
You’re hot, bothered, and desperate enough to drool at the thought. Your stomach is doing flips at every movement, breath, word he utters. It stops, finally, the moment he pushes into you, sheathing his cock in your needy cunt, just one thrust is all it takes for you to shatter around him.
You tremble, grasping at his biceps, nails digging into the muscle as you whine his name.
“That’s one,” he comments through a ragged breath, “got more comin’ bun.”
His teeth clenched at just how tightly your cunt was gripping him; every thrust had him spiralling closer to the edge. Katsuki was shaking with the effort not to bust deep inside you before you’d finished at least once more.
“You take me so fuckin’ well,” he gritted out, “you gonna soak my cock again?”
Your ears are spasming against your hair, pupils blown wide, shaking through each delicious thrust.
“You gotta cum again, bun, can’t fill you up if you don’t.” He groaned, folding you further so his tip could kiss your cervix, nudging right against your womb.
“Fill me up?” You barely manage to stutter out the words, slurred and hazy, mind feeling like syrup, where only one thought prevailed.
“Yeah, you heard me. Gonna fill you up, angel, give you everythin’ your pretty little womb needs.” He rasped, every thrust accompanied by a sharp breath or groan.
Your back arched, trembling through your second orgasm, pulsing around his cock, hammering all the sensitive spots inside you. He fucked you through the second one too, falling forward to press his forehead to your shoulder, putting you in the nastiest mating press.
“That’s it, bunny. You want me to knock you up, don’t you? Bet you’ve been thinking about it all day, your little brain all empty for me. Jus’ a little bunny for me to breed.” He muttered by your ear, breathing heavy as he tumbled towards the edge, “I got you, jus’ gotta take it, lemme take care of you, gonna look so pretty with my baby in your tummy bun. Jus’ gotta let me fill. You. Up.”
An uneven, harsh thrust accompanies each word as he grips you harder, knuckles turning white. His hips stutter, balls contracting by your ass as he paints your insides white with his seed.
You’re panting as he rolls off you, tail finally stilling, nuzzling against him to bask in his warmth.
“Better now?” He asks hoarsely, placing a kiss on your temple, you only hum contentedly in response, “Good. Fuckin’ spring fever.”
Being pregnant with Katsuki's kid was like being pregnant with a little chili pepper. Throughout the pregnancy, you had major heartburn and stomach aches. Which leads to you constantly remembering stories from your childhood. Growing up, your mother always told you stories about how you were so bald and so tiny. But when you mix those genes with a tall, muscular man with a full head of hair, you notice that you won't have a little bald baby. No, you'll end up having a baby that was 10 pounds, loud, and with a full head of hair. Maybe that's why you two decided to give the infant the nickname 'chili pepper'.
Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
✓ Live Streaming✓ Interactive Chat✓ Private Shows✓ HD Quality✓ Free Actions
Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming
18+ content! Read at your own risk! English isn't my first language, please bear with me!
Warnings- Sex, Pregnancy, Minor mentions of blood!
BD Izuku- That knows you're not on the pill but still nuts deep in your sweet cunny. He refused to pull out after being sucked in by your wet cunt, bouncing on his hard dick.
BD Izuku- Who knows, you'll get pregnant if you don't take a contraceptive in 72 hours, but it makes sure to distract you from even thinking about it.
BD Izuku- That gets on his knees to pray that you become pregnant with his baby. Who's totally in love with the idea of you with a swollen tummy, waddling around like a lost kitten.
BD Izuku- Who wants multiple kids, even after your first 4? He begs you for more and more. Reminding you how cute they are during their newborn phase, and refusing to bring up the crying phase.
BD Izuku- Who acts surprised and shocked to hear you were pregnant. You set up a whole surprise present for him. He had to act shocked, as if he never knew.
BD Izuku- Who insists you get married and proposes with a big ring. He insists you get married as soon as possible, so that you have his last name before the baby.
BD Izuku- That doesn't doubt himself for a second when it comes to him being a father.
BD Izuku- That does anything and everything for you. Keeping his ringer sound loud, in case you need to call him to tell him your sweet baby boy is coming.
BD Izuku- Will never be a girl, Dad. He'll only ever have boys. (They'll all look like him, too. Same hair, same face, and eyes, same nose.)
BD Izuku- Who worships your stretch marks, and deflated belly after birth. Making sure to praise you through the birth of your baby, happy that you're safe.
BD Izuku- That would pick you in the case of an emergency. If it were life or death between you and your baby, bleeding out. He'd choose you in a heartbeat.
BD Izuku- That makes sure to wait the WHOLE 6 weeks before sex, never asking once for intimate time. Being sure that you're the one to initiate sex after birth, not him.
BD Izuku- Who makes sure you take your vitamins, and stands as the present parent for your already born children. Making sure the boys don't bother you, making sure they thank you for everything you do for them.
Baby daddy Jungwon who doesn't sleep much anyway from schedules, so he's up at the first cry, scooping the baby into his arms with a sleepy smile. He changes diapers like a pro, humming lullabies to soothe the fussing, his fingers soft and careful. You'll wake to find him cradling your baby against his bare chest, his heartbeat a steady rhythm that puts them both back to sleep.
Baby daddy jungwon who during Post-birth is your personal nurse, running warm baths scented with lavender, massaging your sore muscles with oiled hands that linger just a bit too long on your hips. He cooks simple meals. feeding you while the baby naps, his eyes locked on yours with so much adoration. he'd murmur sweet things to you about how hes so proud of you and how you’re so strong for carrying and birthing the baby while kissing your forehead, making you feel worshipped even when you're exhausted and in pain.
Baby daddy jungwon who turns the living room into a mini playground with mats, toys, baby-proofing everything. It's adorable how he freezes mid-crawl if they tumble, scooping them up with wide eyes and a relieved laugh.
Baby daddy jungwon who once the baby is finally asleep, Jungwon pulls you close, his touch rediscovering your body likes It’s the first time all over again. tracing your stretch marks with his lips, whispering how much sexier you are now with your curves fuller, skin glowing from motherhood. Slow, deep kisses lead to gentle grinding against you on the couch, his dick hardening as he grinds into your thigh, but he waits for your cue. When you're ready, it's all about you. him sliding in carefully, filling your pussy with slow thrusts, hands cupping your breasts as he sucks on your nipples, drawing out soft moans that mix with the baby's distant breaths. He cums inside with a shuddering groan, holding you tight, promising more when the time's right.
Baby daddy jungwon who is all about those quiet park walks, baby strapped to his chest in a carrier, his hand intertwined with yours. He points out birds and leaves, turning it into a lesson, but his free arm stays wrapped around your waist, thumb rubbing circles that makes your stomach flip. Strangers coo over your ‘cute family,' and he smiles brightly, dimples flashing, but later at home, that pride turns possessive, him bending you over the kitchen counter for a quick fuck, his dick pounding into your ass while he growls about how you're his everything.
Baby daddy jungwon who tears up at milestones, like the first smile or grip on his finger, pulling you into hugs that last too long. Late nights, when doubts creep in about balancing fame and family, he confesses, head on your shoulder. “I wanna give you both the world,” he'd say, voice cracking. It leads to vulnerable sex, missionary with eye contact, his hips rolling slow as he buries his face in your neck, cumming with your name on his lips.
Baby daddy Jungwon who sketches out plans in a little notebook, like family vacations, the baby's first concert (wearing tiny ear protection, of course). He's already imagining siblings, his hand over your belly during lazy mornings, fingers dipping lower to tease your clit until you're wet and writhing. “Think we could make another?” he'd ask with a grin, before flipping you onto your stomach and thrusting deep, his balls slapping against you as he fills your pussy again, because if he’s honest he’s obsessed with the thought of you pregnant with his baby all over again.
stealing your husband’s chocolate and finding out it was laced with an aphrodisiac!
[content: MDNI, crack smųt, a very unserious piece of work, piv, hair pulling, use of aphrodisiacs, sukuna’s sour but then he’s sweet]
Never in your life have you been so horny it hurt.
“Kuna, please—harder,” you cry out.
“I’m going as hard as I fucking can, you little slut,” he snaps, each thrust matching every harsh word that gets spat through his teeth. “THIS IS WHY YOU DON’T EAT RANDOM. CHOCOLATE. ON. THE. COUNTER.”
“I’m sorry! Fuck!! I didn’t know!”
“There was a note saying DON’T eat it—you just didn’t give a shit because you’re a thief and a glutton. A liar now, too,” he continues to scold you over the chocolate bar he was going to give to Jin so he’d stop groveling over his ex. It’s been 6 fucking months, he’s tired of having to listen to him go on and on about Kaori. Enough is enough—he needs to go out and sleep with someone.
And now Jin’s never going to shut up. Sukuna doesn’t even want to look at you right now—let alone reward your behavior with dick.
“And now you’re cryin’ like it’s my fuckin’ fault.” It’s him who should be crying right now. “It’s simple: Leave my fucking snacks alone. I always get multiples of each so you’d keep your grubby little hands off them. Why can’t you just be normal and go in my wallet?? Fuck—Arch that back some more.” He cracks his palm over your ass. “Yeah, hike it up nice and high.”
“I can’t!” It feels like it’s about to break with all the weight he’s putting on it! Both of his hands pinning you down, burying every last inch of his cock inside of you.
He scoffs, nudging for you to close your thighs, then planting his knees right next to yours so they stay that way. “Do you want to cum?”
“…yes,” you whimper.
“Then fucking arch it.”
You sniffle. “Okay.”
He breaks character and huffs out a laugh as he watches you continue to helplessly stretch and squelch around him, making a creamy mess all along his shaft. He straightens his back, big hands now firmly grabbing your hips as he picks up the pace.
“Yeahh—stay right there,” his chest rumbles as he lets out a low, drawn-out groan. The smack of his hips growing louder, driving himself right into that little spot that won’t stop screaming for his attention.
It has his attention now.
The new angle had you whining into the pillow, absolutely reeling from how good he was at this, despite his complaints. He knows how to be rough. Nearly lifting you off the bed once he starts pulling your hips back, heavy balls smacking against your sensitive clit as he makes you meet each and every rough thrust he delivers.
“F-fuckk!” you choke out, barely able to form a coherent sentence as you start babbling out a bunch of words.
“So fuckin’ spoiled.” He complains, but just barely. “C’mon brat—you’ve been working me like a fuckin’ dog, give it to me already.”
“I know, I’m sorry.” He doesn’t believe you. You sound like you’re in heaven right now. “Mmhh—I love you so much.” His scowl deepens. “So, so much—you’re so fucking big.“
“Tch.” He grabs a handful of your hair, then yanks you back until you’re up against his chest, lips grazing your ear while muttering in it. “I don’t want an apology. What I want is for you to cum on my fuckin’ cock already. Or should I just stop?”
“No, no don’t! Please! I’m trying, I swear,” you begin to plead with the man.
“Try harder.” Then he smiled, because he felt you squeeze around him. “Jesus Christ—you need to me talk you through it too? The chocolates supposed to make you horny, sweetheart. Not useless.”
“It’s not my fault,” you whimper, and squeeze around him again, pulling a condescending huff out of him.
“You poor thing,” he hums. “Probably spent the whole day waiting for me to come home so I could make you feel better, huh?”
His breath tickles your ear and you nearly moan. “Mhm—I thought about it all day.”
“Well aren’t you sweet,” he mutters, tone as condescending as ever. “You got what you wanted, too. I’ve been taking care of you for a while now. How many times have I cum in you now?”
“I… I don’t know—“
“Of course you fuckin’ don’t.” He cuts you off, unamused by your answer. “Want me to do it again? Fill you up, make you feel all nice and warm?”
“Please.”
“Give me what I want then. If these sheets aren’t soaked by the time I’m about to cum again, I’m pulling out and finishing on your face,” he lets go of your hair and begins to laugh. You don’t get much of a chance to react before you feel the pads of his fingers on your clit, pulling a gasp out of you once he starts rubbing little circles on top of already fucking you. “Heh—let’s see if playing with this cute little clit saves you.”
And he knows you don’t deserve it—any of it, honestly. Unfortunately, he can’t help himself, not with the reactions he gets out of you. He married you for many reasons—getting to spend the rest of his life with a squirter was one of them. The moment your breathing grows labored and you sound like you’re gonna start to cry, his lids grow heavy and he starts saying all the things he told himself he wouldn’t say today.
"Yeahhh, that’s it, baby—fuuuuck—takin’ it so good.” He is fucking gone. Voice thick, filled with nothing but lust and awe as he presses against your lower belly. “C’mon, you want it here, right? Yeah, you know what to do—don’t let some fuckin’ asshole finish on your sweet little face.”
Yes. Your husband just degraded himself. And you just egg him on without meaning to. You were already whining about how it was too much, the incoherent “want it inside,” just made it better worse.
“I will, I’ll give you so fuckin’ much if you just give me one—just one. Easy. Shit—I’ll fill you up as much as you want afterwards.” He doesn’t know what he’s saying, but that doesn’t matter when it’s what has you crying and trembling and finally gushing around his cock.“Yeah, that’s it. That’s it, that’s—fuuuuck yeah. Good job, sweetheart—good fuckin’ job. Fuck.”
Funny enough, he came right after you, which was a relief because that meant his job was done and he was finally able to give his dick a fucking break after hours of feeling like he was working for free, when he had already worked a regular eight hour shift prior. The biggest relief of all was seeing you lie limp in bed, after slightly worrying if you ever actually would.
He leans over you with a smug smile, already having forgotten how much you pissed him off earlier as he moved some hair away from your face. Checking to see if you’re actually asleep or not, then feeling a deep sense of peace when seeing that you are. He presses a kiss against your cheekbone, and in the most loving way hopes you stay that way because he cannot do that again. Then finally, he gets up to use the bathroom.
The peace is only lasts four steps until it’s completely shattered again when he hears your weak voice.
⤷ Synopsis: Your ex-boyfriend and baby daddy Toji, bursts into your bedroom after hearing from Megumi you'd had another guy over.
He figured since you refused to tell him who it was, he'd just have to fuck the information out of you; reminding you who you belong to while he's at it.
Toji Fushiguro was that frustrating mix of irresistible and unreliable- the kind of guy who shows up late, empty-handed, yet somehow still makes your heart skip.
You knew that, yet it didn’t stop you from letting him put a baby in you.
Megumi was five now, spending most weekdays with you, every weekend with Toji. You and Toji had only split less than a year ago, it was confusing for the kid, but ultimately for the best.
Toji drove you crazy, to put it lightly. It was almost as if you could never be stable until he was only partly in your life- short conversations when he dropped Meg off, minimal texting. Out of sight, out of mind.
You hated the control he had over you when you were his. And even more so, the lack of control you had over him. A guy so much as looked at you when you were out together, you could count on Toji’s fist making a permanent indent in his face. Any argument you had? Pointless. He’d just shut you up by fucking you into the mattress.
Savings? Future plans? Zero. He liked it that way, you didn’t.
There was an abundance of reasons why time apart was better, for both of you. But you’d always be his, there was no escaping that.
Sunday evening, Toji drops Megumi off back at your place, ruffling his spiky hair before telling him to run along- “need to talk to your ma.”
Here’s the thing, Toji still made sure to keep a close eye on you. His source of information? Megumi. He’d offer him cheap candy and late bedtimes just to know what you were up to- or if you were up to something with someone.
Perched on the edge of your bed in your towel, moisturising your legs, your bedroom door swings open. You figured Toji would just leave as he usually does, leaving you to get Meg ready for bed.
Not tonight.
Without a word, he walks in, unphased by your mild indecency. “What do you think you’re doing?” you say, sighing as you continue to lather your legs.
“Relax, nothing I haven’t seen a million times.”
He closes the door behind him, leaning back on it and crossing his arms- biceps flexing deliciously. “Meg says there was a man here last night, wanna explain?” he says, voice low and casual, though you knew him too well, understanding there was nothing casual about the way he was feeling inside right now.
You scoff, beginning to brush your damp hair. “So, you’ve been using our son for information? Can’t say I’m surprised.”
The only man that’d been inside your apartment besides Toji recently was the plumber coming to fix your broken sink. Did you want Toji to know that just yet? No. You figured you’d toy with him a little first- punishment for using your son as a private investigator.
Toji’s jaw clenches, eyes locked onto yours. “Ya think this is funny, huh?”
“A little” you respond, walking over to retrieve your pyjamas, routing through your drawers. Toji wasn’t impressed to say the least, when he was mad, the goddamn sexy scar on his mouth twitched with rage.
“Don’t play dumb with me. Tell me who he is” he says, looming over you menacingly.
Pyjamas in hand, you turn to look at him. “Can you leave so I can get dressed?”
He stalks closer, using his size to crowd you against the nearby wall- not to threaten you, not to intimidate you, to fluster you into telling him what he desperately wanted to know.
You swallow, hard. You’d almost forgotten just how big Toji is, in every way. One large hand rest on your hip, the other pressed against the wall beside your head.
“So, we’re doing this the hard way, huh?” Toji rasps, your body instinctively arching into him, your mind suddenly crowded with filthy thoughts about your obsessive baby daddy.
His emerald eyes stare into yours before slowly looking down, his fingertips trailing upwards to the hem of your towel. The moment was slow, intimate, just for a split second.
Then he rips your towel clean off, discarding it on the floor like it was offensive. “Looks like you’ve forgotten who ya belong to, mama. I’ll just have to remind you.”
With that, he picks you up effortlessly, crashing his lips against yours in a hungry, dominating kiss. You pant against his lips, your legs wrapping around his waist. Toji lays you down onto your bed, fingers threading through your damp hair.
He begins kissing your neck, then your jawline, all teeth and tongue. “Toji, ah-” you manage to say, not as a protest, but out of need. Admittedly, you missed his touch, his body, his thick cock filling you up.
It felt so wrong, but so incredibly right all at once.
“I know, sweetheart” mumbles, mouth now firm and wet against your breasts, sucking your nipples into his mouth one at a time. “Missed these pretty tits” he groans, savouring every second, every lick, like it was his last.
His mouth trails further down, licking and kissing you sloppily all the way down your stomach, tearing his shirt off and reminding you just how built he was. Without a single moment of hesitation, he throws your legs over his shoulders; diving in to devour your aching cunt.
He broadens his tongue, licking a firm stripe up your slit, collecting your slick before smearing it on your clit, attacking the little nub with expert precision. Your hands find his hair, tugging on it in encouragement.
“Fuck-” you moan breathily, watching his every move- pupils dilated at the obscene sight before you.
“Taste even fuckin’ better than I remember” Toji rasps, one thick finger prodding at your sopping hole as his tongue continues to attack your clit. You moan louder as his finger enters you, the dual sensation making your thighs twitch.
You tug on his hair harder, spurring him on, his other hand beginning to grope your breasts.
Pretty soon, you’d have to cover your mouth to conceal your desperate mewls, praying to God Megumi had the TV loud enough not to hear.
“Keep makin’ those pretty sounds f’me” he growls, pushing two fingers inside of you now, curling them upwards perfectly to hit that sweet spot he seems to always locate so easily.
He holds the filthiest eye contact with you, his expression reading ‘yeah, no one will ever make you feel as good as I do.’
Only a few more minutes pass by before he has you bucking your hips against his face rapidly, coating his mouth, fingers and chin with your sweet cum. He only stops when you’re through it, sucking your overstimulated clit into his mouth just to hear you squeal.
Just to make a point- you were his.
He trails open-mouthed kisses back up your body, reaching your lips again and pressing them firmly against yours. You taste yourself on his tongue, dripping core seeking more friction as he presses his hard cock against it.
Toji was becoming more desperate than you. He hadn’t felt his cock ache like this since the last time he had you beneath him, almost a year ago. “Toji, p-please just fuck me” you plead, reaching down to rub his cock over his sweats.
He grins in satisfaction, the needy look on your face a victory in itself.
Refusing to waste another second, he shimmies his pants down, boxers joining them. His cock springs free, slapping his stomach, leaking with pre- prominent veins pulsating.
He kneels between your legs, one hand gripping the back of your knee as the other guides his cock into your twitching cunt. His tip catches at your entrance, pushing in hurriedly, like he couldn’t stand to spend another second not being inside of you.
You grip his biceps tightly, feeling them flex under your touch. A loud moan rips from your throat, fingernails piercing his skin. Toji groans in pleasure, the familiar sensation of stuffing himself into your cunt nothing less than heavenly.
His cock stretches you mercilessly, his hips beginning to snap against yours. His other hand now matches his other, gripping you by the backs of your knees, spreading you wide for him.
Then, he begins to pound you mercilessly- the sound of skin slapping together joining with your wanton moans, his harsh grunts. He leans in, almost folding you in half, face inches from yours.
“No one fucks you like I do” he grunts, bullying his cock deep inside of you, a visible bulge in your lower stomach, angry tip biting at your cervix. “Say it” he commands, pressing his forehead to yours, biting cruelly at your bottom lip.
He’d already fucked any coherent thoughts out of you, your consistent moans prohibiting you from responding. Instead of slowing to allow you to answer, he picks up the pace even more, slamming into you and watching you struggle.
One hand moves up to grip your chin, squeezing your cheeks together, drool seeping out from the corners of your mouth.
“Say. It.”
He commands, punctuating both words with particularly deep, cruel thrusts.
With a great deal of struggle, you force the words out. “N-no one- ngh- fucks me like y-you do” you babble, Toji grinning almost sadistically in response.
“Damn fuckin’ right.”
Each thrust triggered every nerve in your body, your hands finding his toned back only to leave crescent shaped marks, soon dragging them down his skin, making him groan with a mix of pain and pleasure.
Unsurprisingly, you reach your peak, squirting all over his cock and balls, coating his lower stomach. “Filthy girl” he grins, feeling your pussy flutter and clench around his dick.
You were a sopping mess, tears of pleasure pricking in your eyes, cunt drooling all over him. Still coming down from your high, you babble incoherently, desperate for him to fill you up with his hot cum.
“B-baby please, need you to- hah- fill me u-up so bad” you whine, pulling him back against your lips, tongue dancing with his, feeling his entire body shiver at the thought of filling your cunt.
Then finally, he snaps, gritting his teeth as he spills his hot cum into your welcoming heat, the finale you’d both been waiting for eagerly. He groans loudly extending one of his arms out to reach the headboard of your headboard, gripping onto it for dear life.
You’d never seen nor felt so much cum. You’d be thoroughly surprised if there was even a singular drop left to give.
Soon enough, he slows, his hips rolling forward a few more times before he stops completely- rolling over to collapse next to you. You catch your breath, one strong arm pulling you against him.
“Toji?” you say, a smile appearing on your face.
“Hm?” he responds, turning to look at you, planting a tender kiss to the top of your head. “There’s no guy, Meg must have been referring to the plumber that came to fix the sink” you admit, drawing idle patterns on his chest.
He grumbles, hand rubbing your back. “Call me if you need shit fixing, not some random guy that was probably ogling you the whole time” he replies, jaw clenching even with the knowledge that it was just a plumber.
Before you could say a word, he’s back on top of you, cock hardening again. “Toji I need to go put meg to bed-”
“The kid can wait” he says, voice rough and gravelly, pissed off all over again at the thought of another man’s eyes on the mother of his child.
you and Riki are first time parents of your one month old daughter Naya. everything is new and a little chaotic, but in a good way.
✿ pairing: babydaddy!riki x reader
contains: pure fluff established relationship riki and reader have a daughter ᰔ
⊹
The front door clicks open a little before five, and you don’t even look up from the stove because you already know it’s him.
Your baby Naya’s been fussing for the past ten minutes, crying every time she’s not in your arms. So here you are stirring pasta with one hand, resting her on your hip with the other.
“Hey,” Riki calls out, shoes getting kicked off somewhere in the hallway. “I’m home.”
“I’m in the kitchen, baby,” you answer, shifting Naya higher up on your. hip. Her tiny fist gripping the fabric of your shirt.
He appears a second later, bag still slung over his shoulder, hair messy from the day. The second he sees you struggling with a pot, a spoon, and a baby, his expression softens completely.
“Oh—” he starts, already stepping closer. “Hey, hey.”
You lean toward him so he can kiss you, his lips brushing yours softly. Before he can even pull away, you sigh.
“Can you take her? She’s getting heavy.”
“Yeah, yeah, I got her,” he says immediately, sliding his hands under Naya and taking her from your arms. She settles against his chest the moment he has her.
“There you go,” he murmurs, voice dropping into that really soft tone he only uses with her. “Hi, angel. Daddy missed you so much today.”
Naya lets out a tiny sound and his face lights up like she just told him a secret.
“Did you hear that?” he asks you, eyes wide. “She knows i’m her dad.”
You snort, turning back to the stove. “She made the exact same noise when Jay held her.”
“That’s different,” he says seriously, adjusting her so her head rests under his chin. “He didn’t help make her.”
He sways gently from side to side without even thinking about it, one hand supporting her back, the other patting her butt in a slow rhythm. You watch him for a second longer than you mean to, the way his shoulders relax now that he’s holding her.
“So,” he says, glancing over at you. “How was your day, mama?”
You let out a breathy laugh. “Chaotic.”
He winces sympathetically. “Yeah?”
“She cried all afternoon,” you add. “Wouldn’t nap unless I was holding her. The second I put her down—” you make a little exploding motion with your hand. “I ended up just laying down with her.”
Riki clicks his tongue sympathetically. “Little drama queen. Gets that from you.”
He grins, then looks back down at Naya. “Were you crying a lot today, huh? Giving mommy a hard time?”
Naya blinks up at him, completely unimpressed.
He shifts her slightly so she’s facing you both and tilts her toward the stove. “Look, angel. You see that? Mommy’s cooking pasta for us. She’s been doing everything today.”
He looks back at you. “She’s calm.”
“Yeah. For now,” you say. “I’m not trusting it.”
“She’s calm because i’m holding her.” He jokes. You roll your eyes, smiling.
He presses a quick kiss to your cheek. His hand settles at your waist, thumb rubbing there while he talks.
He watches her face for a second, then looks back at you. “You okay though?”
You nod. “Yeah. Just tired.”
He straightens, adjusting Naya in his arms. “Alright. You cook. I’ll walk her around a bit.”
By the time dinner’s done and Naya’s fed, Riki clears the table without being asked, scraping plates and sliding everything into the dishwasher. You hear cabinets opening and closing while you’re already in the bathroom, getting things ready.
You fill the small baby tub in the sink, checking the temperature with your own hand. Not too hot, not too cold. You lay out her towel on the dresser nearby, tiny pajamas folded next to it, diaper ready.
Naya fusses a little when you undress her, her face scrunching up like she’s about to cry. “I know, I know,” you murmur, lowering her into the water slowly. “Just a bath, baby. Promise.”
Once she’s in, she relaxes almost immediately. Her arms float, legs kicking gently, and you smile without even realizing it. You wash her carefully, talking to her the whole time like she understands every word.
“Long day, huh?” you whisper. “You tired now?”
She makes a small noise, blinking up at you, and you lean closer. “Yeah, that’s what I thought. Mommy’s gonna give you your bottle after this and then you’ll fall right asleep.”
Riki shows up in the doorway a few minutes later. “How’s it going in here?”
“She’s being good,” you say. “Can you grab her in a sec? I’ll get her bottle ready.”
He nods and steps closer. “Yeah, I got her.”
You lift Naya carefully and hand her to him, still warm and damp. He takes her with both arms, she’s already smiling at him.
“I’ll be right back,” you say, already turning away.
Riki lays her down gently on the dresser, patting her dry with slo. “Okay,” he says softly. “Let’s get you ready for bed.”
He wraps her in the towel, pulling the little teddy bear hood over her head. It’s slightly too big, slipping down over her forehead, and he chuckles softly as he adjusts it.
“Look at you,” he says quietly. “All clean.”
He lifts her against his chest and starts pacing the bathroom, small steps, swaying side to side.
“Are you gonna let mommy and daddy sleep tonight, angel?”
“I doubt that.” You say with a smile as you step in and reach out to take her from Riki.
The bottle’s ready by the time you carry Naya into her room, the lights dimmed low. You change her slowly, slipping her into her sleeping bag and settling into the chair next to the crib. She latches onto the bottle easily, eyes already heavy, her tiny hand resting against your finger.
You sway a little as she drinks, humming under your breath without really thinking about it.
She’s almost done when Riki quietly steps into the doorway.
You immediately shoot him a look and lift a finger. “Shh.”
He freezes mid-step, and he nods. He walks over slowly, like the floor might creak if he’s not careful.
When Naya’s eyes finally close, you stand carefully, holding her close. Riki leans in and presses a gentle kiss to her forehead, barely touching her.
“Night, angel,” he whispers.
You lower her into the crib, hovering for a second just to make sure she stays asleep. She doesn’t stir.
Back in the living room, you collapse onto the couch without a word. You turn the TV volume down and settle between Riki’s legs, his back against the armrest, your head resting against his chest. He automatically reaches up, fingers combing through your hair, slow and familiar.
You melt into it almost immediately.
A few minutes pass. Your breathing evens out, your body getting heavier against him. He notices before you’re fully asleep, his thumb brushing your temple.
“Baby,” he murmurs softly. “Let’s go to bed.”
You hum in response, barely awake.
He smiles to himself. “We’re both tired,” he adds. “And she’s gonna wake us up in like three hours anyway.”
You nod against his chest, eyes closed, already half gone. He gives your hair one last gentle stroke before shifting carefully.
“Come on,” he whispers.
You barely talk while getting ready for bed. Brushing teeth side by side, changing into pj’s.
You crawl into bed first and roll onto your side, slipping one leg over his. He pulls you closer without thinking, arm settling around your waist like it belongs there. You press a quick kiss to his lips, sleepy and warm.
“Goodniht,” you murmur.
“Night, baby,” he answers, already half out.
Sleep comes fast.
A sharp, loud cry cuts through your sleep a few hours later.
You both stir, no one moves right away. You groan into the pillow, half-awake, delusional enough to think maybe she’ll stop on her own if you don’t move. Riki shifts beside you, dragging the blanket up like it might block the sound.
The cry comes again, louder.
You mumble “She’s crying.”
He lets out a long breath through his nose. “Mmh. I know.”
Another scream.
You nudge his side with your knee, signing for him to go.
He rolls onto his back “You go.”
You crack one eye open. “No. I went yesterday.”
He turns his head toward you, eyes barely open. “I’ll do it for the rest of the week if you go right now.”
You shake your head and make a fake exaggerated snoring sound.
There’s a dramatic sigh before he pushing himself up.
You smile into the pillow as he drags himself out of bed.
You hear his footsteps down the hall. The door to Naya’s room opens, and a moment later you hear his voice through the baby monitor. “Hey Naya… hey, it’s okay. Daddy’s here.”
He lifts her carefully, cradling her against his chest. “What’s all this about, huh?” he whispers. “It’s the middle of the night.”
The crying doesn’t stop.
He sways slowly, pacing the room. “Shh… shh. I got you. It’s okay.” He presses his cheek to her hair, rocking her back and forth. “Sleep babygirl…”
He tries the pacifier. She takes it for half a second then spits it out and wails louder.
He exhales a tired laugh. “Okay. Got it.”
He sits down on the edge of the bed, bouncing her softly on his knee. “What do you want from me, hm?” he murmurs. “I’m doing my best here.”
He stands again, walking slow circles around the room, whispering nonsense to her, anything that might work.
“Shh Naya… yeah… daddy’s got you…”
Five minutes pass. She’s still upset. You hear it all from the bedroom. The crying hasn’t softened at all.
With a sigh, you push yourself out of bed.
The door to Naya’s room is open. Riki’s standing there, rocking her, looking tired but patient.
“She won’t—” he starts, then stops when you step closer.
You take her from his arms without a word.
“Shh sweetie, mommy’s here.”
Almost instantly, the crying softens. Then quiets. Her body relaxes against you like she’s been waiting for this.
Riki blinks. “You’re kidding.”
You sway gently, “Don’t be mad at me,” you whisper. “Be mad at her.”
Her body relaxes in your arms. “Shhh…” You whisper once more to Naya.
He watches for a second, then shakes his head with a tired laugh. “Does she hate me or what.”
“She doesn’t,” you say softly. “She’s just a mama’s girl.”
He snorts. “Nah. She’s definitely a daddy’s girl.”
You glance at him, smiling. You turn and show him Naya’s sleepy eyes in your arms. “You see that? Mama’s girl.”
“Alright then. Next time, I’m pretending I didn’t hear anything.”
You snort quietly. “Sure you are.”
Riki steps closer, carefully helping you lay her back down in the crib.
—
The next morning the baby monitor cracks softly. No crying, just little noises and rustling.
Riki blinks awake, eyes still heavy, listening.
She’s awake. He has like 5 minutes to get her out of bed before she starts crying.
He glances at the clock, he looked but his mind didn’t process the time, he believes he saw an 8. You’re still asleep, arm draped over his waist, breathing slow and even. He smiles to himself and carefully slides out from under your hold.
He slips out of the bedroom and into Naya’s room, closing the door softly behind him. He pulls the curtaint open just enough to let the morning light in.
Naya’s already wide awake, kicking her legs, eyes bright when she spots him.
“Hi angel,” he whispers, instantly softer. “Good morning.”
He leans over the crib and picks her up, tucking her against his chest. She lets out a little sound that almost sounds like a laugh, lips curling up in a gummy smile.
“Oh, yeah?” he murmurs. “You’re happy to see me now?”
He rocks her gently, pacing the room. “Mama’s still sleeping, okay? We’re gonna let her sleep.”
He looks down at her little face. “You hungry?” he asks quietly. “Yeah. Thought so.”
He carries her into the living room and sets her gently in the playpen, dropping a toy near her so she’s distracted for a second. He moves around the kitchen, preparing her bottle on autopilot, still half asleep.
Once it’s ready, he scoops her back up and settles onto the couch, turning the TV on low. Some random comedy show fills the room, entertaining enough for now.
He props her in his arm and feeds her, watching her drink while his head leans back against the couch. His eyes keep slipping shut, then opening again, making sure she’s okay.
“Big breakfast today?,” he murmurs. “All that crying got you hungry.”
After she finishes, he slides down so he’s lying back on the couch, a pillow under his head. He places her on his chest, holding her securely so she’s sitting on his chest.
She stares at his face like it’s the most interesting thing in the world.
He wiggles his fingers in front of her. “What?” he asks softly. “You got something to say?”
She answers with little noises, her tiny hands grab his fingers.
He laughs quietly. “Yeah? That’s crazy. Tell me more.”
She babbles again, completely serious.
He nods along like he understands every word. “Mm. You’re a daddy’s girl, huh Naya?”
She lets out a high pitched noise in return. Riki smiles and nods. “Yeah that’s right. Don’t tell mama.”
Riki doesn’t even remember falling asleep.
One second he’s blinking at the TV, listening to Naya’s tiny sounds, the next his eyes are closed and he’s passed out on the couch. His head tilts slightly to the side, mouth parted just a little. Naya stays awake though, calm, resting on his chest. One of his arms is still wrapped around her, hand firm against her back, holding her there on pure instinct.
Ten minutes later, you wake up to an empty spot beside you.
The bedroom is quiet. Naya isn’t crying. That’s what makes your heart speed up just a little. You slip out of bed and peek into her room. Empty.
You head towards the living room, and the moment you see them, your chest tightens in the best way.
Riki is sprawled across the couch, completely knocked out, one arm curled around your daughter. Naya’s lying on her stomach on his chest, awake and peaceful.
Your heart flutters, you pull your phone out without thinking and take a picture.
Then you step closer and carefully slide Naya out of his arms.
“Good morning, baby,” you whisper to her, pressing a kiss to her cheek. “Did daddy feed you already?”
She makes a small noise in response.
You smile and glance back at Riki. “Yeah, he’s tired,” you murmur. “You’ve been waking him up every night.”
You place Naya into the playpen and head into the kitchen. You make breakfast without much thought, ccereal for yourself, a sandwich for him.
When you’re done, he’s still asleep, taking up most of the couch.
You carry his plate over and set it on the small table, then look down at him for a second, amused.
Then you climb right on top of him.
He groans immediately, brows furrowing, hands lifting instinctively to your hips.
“Excuse me, sir,” you say softly. “Move your long legs out of the way.”
He groans, eyes still closed. “Mm… five more minutes.”
“You already took fifteen.”
He squints one eye open, then the other, finally registering you sitting on him. “Hmm,” he mutters. “Good morning to me.”
“You fed the baby and passed out?” you say, leaning down.
He scoffs, rubbing his face. “Mhm.”
He pulls you down into his chest, arms wrapping around you.
You press a kiss against his jaw. “I made you breakfast.”
“Thank you baby.” He mumbles with his eyes closed, no intention of getting up just yet.
You’re tired, he’s tired. You rest on his chest for a second, listening to his heartbeat, the quiet sounds of Naya in the background, the morning sun filling the room.
You both might fall asleep again while the breakfast is waiting to be eaten, but you don’t really care. You just want this moment to last a little longer.
Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
✓ Live Streaming✓ Interactive Chat✓ Private Shows✓ HD Quality✓ Free Actions
Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming
the only time denki is silent is in the mornings before he wakes up, even then he lets out groans and mumbles as he rolls around the bed. not much wakes him up but you know this will.
your hands are braced on his hips as you settle in between his legs, tracing one finger up his dick and he instantly starts to harden. you keep up the teasing touch, only one finger until he whines, canting his hips up.
even in his sleep he’s whiny and needy.
you peel down his boxers, watching his dick bob out, fully hardening before your eyes. you lean forward, letting the tip of your tongue trace around the metal piercing on his tip, rolling your tongue around it before sucking him into your mouth. you let out a little hum as the metal slides down your tongue as you sink closer to his base.
“mmmngh.” he sleepily moans.
you start a steady rhythm, squeezing his hips softly as you suck him. his hips are jerking up softly, he throws one of his arms of his eyes and the other to the sheets to curl into his fist. you blink up at him, watching the way his chest rises and falls, feeling the tremble in his thighs next to you.
you pull off and press open mouth kisses down the length of him, letting you thumb play with his piercing while you make your way down to his balls. the second you suck one into your mouth his hips jerk up and a moan is torn from his throat.
“ngh fuck!” he rasps. “fuck baby.” his hand is in your hair now pulling you up.
“happy birthday baby.” you kiss and lick at his tip again.
“fuuuck you’re so good to me.” he tosses his head back when you take him back in your mouth. “i’m gonna cum it’s too good.” his stomach flexes.
you hum, bobbing your head faster, blinking up at him. he props up on his elbows, lips parted and letting out the loudest moans. his hips are jerking up into your mouth, making you gag but you’re happy to let him.
“shitshitshit.” the first rope of cum fills your mouth.
you keep sucking with each spurt until he’s shaking and sated before you pull off with a pop. you crawl up his body and press your lips to his, swallowing down all of his sounds. you slide your hand between the both of you, guiding his tip through your folds before you sink down onto him.
“oh fuck.” his eyes flutter shut as you start to ride him.
you start off slow, grinding and rolling your hips against him until he’s pleading up at you and then you really start to ride him. sticky plaps sound throughout the room, his fingers digging into your waist, loosely guiding you up and down. you lean down, staring down at him as he gets more wrecked.
you’re both so worked up, already on the cusp of more pleasure, lips brushing, moans mingling. your clit is grinding against his public ring just right and your gummy walls squeeze around him.
“fuck cum! need to feel it.” his cheeks are flushed, hips snapping up to meet yours.
“open your mouth.” you pant.
“fuck.” he whines. “yes, fuck yes.” he sticks his tongue out and when you spit in his mouth he cums. “mommy.”
you tip over the edge, the both of you clinging and fucking into each other. you come down, brushing his hair back and holding him while he’s still buried deep inside.
“what’d you wanna do today?” you nuzzle into his neck.
a carnival hook-up was definitely not on your bingo card this year. your mind's turned to complete mush from the sweet drag of aiku's cock as you huff out muffled pleas of, "aikuuu! haah—so big!" and "slower!" against his palm. your skirt's riding up your thigh, exposing your bare pussy as he fucks you against a trailer. the noise of distant crowds and merry-go-round tunes is making you awfully paranoid.
someone could walk in at any moment, and even if nobody does, they'll definitely hear you. you're getting worried, but the way he's able to hold you up by your thighs is only making you suck him back in.
your moans drown behind aiku's hand gripping your cheeks, effectively shutting you up. "you're a loud one, huh? aah! shit—it's hot, but you don't wanna get caught, do ya?" he teases, tilting his head towards the parking entrance. "god, y'so fuckin' tight.. how could i resist this?"
you pull his hand off your mouth, whining out a desperate, "can't, aah! 'm scared—but it feels so good! don't—hnnngh! d-don't stop! wanna feel you deeper, oli.." as his hips slap against your ass. you hate to admit it, but you're slowly starting to understand the appeal of public fucking. you don't even care that anyone could pass by and see you this ruined. his dick is like a drug you're not willing to give up.
aiku doesn't like to wait. he's already cumming inside of your pussy in erratic spurts as dirty choruses of, "yes! yes, please!" and "hnngh! fill me up, oli, please—pretty pleaaase!" spill past your lips, just like how his semen's leaking out of your womb.
he grunts as your pulsing cunt clamps around him, hypnotised with the way your pretty face contorts in pure ecstasy. "fuck, a-ah! that's it, babe. just like that," he coos, breath jagged as he finishes up inside of you with a couple more lazy thrusts.
you let yourselves bask in the sweet dalliance for a couple more seconds before he finally pulls out with a loud squelch. he slowly comes back to his senses as he registers the sinful sight of your entire bottom half painted in him. he slaps his cum-covered cock onto your pussy, smirking at how his load bubbles out of you. "fuck, i'll get 'ya some plan b, sweetheart. dont'chu even worry about it, yeah?"
a/n this might just be my new favourite. after dentist sae of course 😘
