moo

toji carried you into your room, throwing you onto the bed before tugging off his tank in one motion. he looked you over like you were his nightly meal he was given to devour.

"soooo? gonna gawk or fuck me?"

your sly comment earns you nothing more than a grunt. towering over you, toji pulls off the little fabric you have on-- legs being pushed up by your ears as he goes face first into your cunt.

licking, slurping, sucking-- he never ever missed a spot. once he decided a rhythm to repeat on your clit, he shoved three fingers deep into you. the feeling caused you to wince, mild pain being overshadowed by the immense pleasure you felt. you were basically incapacitated, his hands firmly holding your legs up.

you searched for his head blindly, fingers raking through his locks before pressing his face deeper into you. the action was met with a growl, a bite down on your clit being given as a warning.

"have your other hookups not been teaching you manners?"

fuckboy!reader who loooves a dominant lay. every now and again you would call over another boy toy and use him to scratch the itch. problem is, they were always too soft. "is that too much?" this and "i'm worried you can't take it" that.

see toji? toji knew you could take it. any decent slut could.

what set you apart from his other hookups is you knew your worth. you would submit of course... but he knew he would have to work for it. a.k.a wrestle you down and tie you up like his prized pig. every part of you was exposed, pretty pussy basically luring him in.

"think i'll take my time with you..." his teeth grazed against your nipple-- internally groaning at the way your back arched upwards in hopes of creating more tension. "impatient."

"useless slut" slap. "cant make yourself cum, yet you wanna rush me?" slap. "some fuckin' nerve..." slap.

fuckboy!reader that misbehaves to get under his skin. "trying" to play innocent after your little stunt didn't work and now here you are-- bound body lurching with each slap he brought down on your exposed pearl. you were glistening, covering his palm in slick with every hit.

"messy little bitch. only i can get you like this, right?"

you roll your eyes in response, refusing to give him satisfaction. your defiance drives toji wild, his hand coming down with more vigor-- four fingers going into you before you even realize.

toji was borderline fisting you, cock leaking as he looked at the way your hole remained snug against his large digits.

"look so fuckin' good, princess. can't wait to fuck you ditzy."

fuckboy!reader who never regrets a late-night call. at this point, you were hazy and belligerent-- the joint from earlier heightening every sensation. it felt like toji was the deepest he's ever been, your cunt basically being molded in his image. you were folded in half, bounded at ankles and wrists as he pounded into you.

sex with him was damn near sacrilegious.

toji was sculpted and you loved showing your appreciation for his form in the way that fit you best. teeth nipping at his broad shoulders-- sinking in each time he hit just the right spot. salt danced on your tastebuds from his sweat, your hands squirmed above your head in impatience. you wanted to feel him. to pull him deeper into you if that was even possible.

" toj.. wanna mark you up" you slur out, eyes fighting to focus on him.

you feel him throb inside of you at the begging tone. skillfully unbinding your wrists with one hand as his face hovered over your own. his hips refused to still, rolling into your cunt as he watched the way your face reacted to his size.

"you're drooling" he laughs, "my poor girl. maybe i need to come over more"

fuckboy!reader that could fuck like a rabid dog.

sex with toji always reached a flow state. nails in back as he whispered praises into your ear. bodies sticking together and shallow breaths coming from you both.

whenever it would feel too personal, you'd take over and instruct him to lay back-- immediatley sliding on top and riding him like your life depended on it. you ignore the burn in your legs as you smack down against his body, his hands guiding youu down into his own thrusts-- eyes locked on the way you looked around his thick cock.

"tell me its mine"

"its all yours baby.. love seeing you on my dick"

you knew that was a lie-- both of you did. what's said during sex doesn't really matter, its about the implication. the rawness. the control.

toji never left your house without a mark. hickies adorned his neck, scratches burned in the shower to remind him of you, your teeth were imbedded in his flesh. he loved the way you claimed ownership over a body you didn’t even want to own.

𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂

the night he turns you is unceremonious. it’s not the way he planned, but perhaps it’s better not to celebrate. death is rarely kind. your death is particularly excruciating. 

nanami, bless his unbeating heart, is unsure if he’ll be able to stop himself before he bleeds you dry. he prepares himself, of course, engorging himself on the blood of six others before he comes to you, trying to ensure he won’t drain you out of hunger. now all he’ll have to fight is his desire. 

he holds your jaw with one hand, gingerly, resting his thumb in your mouth so you can bite down when he does. he tells himself that the feeling of your teeth threatening to puncture his skin will keep him grounded. he tells himself that when your grip on his thumb starts to loosen, it will signal him to stop. he tells himself that he will stop. 

he tells you that teeth clenching is a side effect of the process, and he doesn’t want you to chip a tooth.

his teeth are colder than you expect. it feels like two frozen ice picks have stabbed you in the neck. you gasp and push at him instinctively, only to melt against him when he starts to suck and the bliss settles over you.

you’re not sure when you stop biting down on his thumb, or when start feeling silly and dizzy, like you're floating. all you know is that your brain feels like it’s swimming in your skull, and that nanami has cut himself and is making you suck on the wound.

he looks you in the eyes while you do it, watches how you swallow down his blood in a frenzy, as if you haven’t had anything to drink in weeks. it’s strangely intimate, more than when his mouth was on your neck, but you can hardly consider that now. the bliss is gone, replaced with a burn that sears you from the inside out. nanami just keeps watching. there’s nothing he can do for you at this point. no magic salve that’ll soothe the feeling of having your life force ripped away from you and then replaced with something dark and heavy and macabre. the experience is hellish. nanami wishes he could tell you it’s the worst part.

it takes a long time for you to adjust. you aren’t sad to leave your job, but it’s unbearable to leave your family, more so to leave your friends. you regret everything. you long for when you were warm and your heart was beating. you hate nanami. you wound yourself too many times trying to bathe in sunlight—three times by accident and three times in rebellion. he boards up the windows when he realizes you're burning yourself on purpose.

it hurts kento to see you hurt. during the first few months, that’s all you do: hurt yourself to hurt him. refusing meals and hunts and comfort. snubbing the decanters full of blood he leaves outside your bedroom door. you sleep all day and all night, going against your new brutish instincts everytime the sun sets. 

one night, you wake up from a restless sleep feverish and hysterical and desperate for something to drink. you have little memory of leaving your bedroom, or even of leaving the house. you drain an entire family in your delirious state, their bodies strewn about their property like children’s toys. it looks like a massacre. (it was.) 

nanami finds you not long after, sated and wrought with guilt. there’s a pity in his eyes when he scoops you up, holding you against his chest like you’re made of porcelain.

you appreciate that he doesn’t reprimand you even though you deserve to be. instead, takes you home and puts you in the tub. he tells you the story of how he nearly died not even three weeks after he was turned, the consequence of trying to feed on an animal he thought couldn’t kill him. it’s funny to think about: a version of nanami from a hundred years ago, brimming with an unknown strength, nearly taken out by an elk that was too shrewd for him.

“could you do it now?” you ask him, tilting your head back so he can wash the dried blood from your neck. 

“do what, my love?”

“kill the elk.”

he snorts. “of course. i did kill him back then. just with some…difficulty.”

a smile tugs at the corner of your lips. you lower your head, wanting to see his face when you ask him the next question. “do you think i could kill one?”

you can see him mulling over the question, his mouth set in a straight line as he scrubs your arm with too much concentration. you’re expecting him to say no. maybe he’s thinking so long because he’s trying to figure out how to let you down easy. 

“yes,” he finally answers, meeting your gaze so you can see the certainty in his eyes. “i think you could.”

you don’t ask him what’ll become of the family you slaughtered. you trust that he’ll take care of it, just as he took care of you, even when you didn’t want it.

you become resigned to your fate, hating kento less and less and letting him remind you of why you let him turn you in the first place. he teaches you how to hunt without leaving a mess, how to make the most of the night, how to not hate sleeping through the daytime. he’s nurturing in a way that humanizes him. you ask him questions and he answers. you ask for gifts and he delivers.

it occurs to you that there are worse people to be tied to forever. at least nanami looks after you. you feel a little like frankenstein’s monster, but less doomed and vengeful and more determined to adjust. it’s a good sign, you think, having the desire to adjust. it’s really a blessing that you have kento with you. this is likely the best case scenario.

(and he’s relieved you’re finally starting to see it that way.)

At first it was, Jean was in charge of music and the vibe was absolutely right. Reiner had a hand on her waist, swaying along as she rolled her hips– ass pressing against him subtly. Y/n was 3 shots in and feeling right. Not drunk but definitely not sober. “I’m going to run to the bathroom” Reiner spoke into her ear before kissing it lightly, walking away and leaving Y/n to the wolves. “Cuff It” by Beyonce began to boom over the speakers, causing Y/n to holler, “this is my SHIT!”

“I thought that was you..”

She froze. Turning around, Y/n was met with no one other than her worst nightmare– Eren.Her hands immediately became clammy, the dance floor suddenly becoming too crowded. “Hey–” Y/n had vanished before he could even finish his sentence. Rushing into the kitchen, she found a plastered Connie with his face smushed into Sasha’s chest. “You mother fucker” Y/n seethed, yanking him back and pulling him into the pantry before slamming the door. “Woah woah… I didn’t know you liked me that way” he slurred, a drunken smirk on his lips. Y/n rolled her eyes, pinching him– “don’t flatter yourself, Gnomeo. Why the fuck is my ex husband here?”. Connie looked at her confused, frog blinking before clocking in, “oh shit….” Oh shit indeed. Eren and Y/n had a VERY messy divorce, the legal papers somehow not being enough to really call it quits. She had just now stopped responding to his booty calls… as well as stopping all of her own. She was free of him! So.. why did seeing him make her stomach fill with fluttering? She wasn’t 20 anymore, she saw him for who he was. A handsome basket case– unable to correct his own flaws.

“Y/n.. I swear hiccup I had no clue he would be here. He told me he was too busy to come” Connie stared at her , his expression letting her know he was being honest. Connie hated drama and suddenly, Y/n felt like a fool dragging him into his own pantry. “Okay… okay my bad. You know how I get when I see him” she sighed, hugging Connie tightly before opening the door. Walking out, she dragged him back to Sasha, apologizing and giving her a proper hello. After a few words of kindness, she turned to walk out before being blocked by him. “Do. Not. Run. Please.. Can we just talk” Eren asked, voice barely above a whisper, a light hold finding its way around her wrist. She could do nothing but stare at him for a minute, his eyes looked softer, his hair long enough to be pulled back into a sizable ponytail. Looking back at Connie and Sasha who were trying to pretend they weren't eavesdropping by throwing a golf ball into the same red cup. Beer pong my ass. “Fine… fine. You get 10 minutes.” She pushed past him, making her way through the crowd towards the back door. Once outside she scanned the space, spotting the greenhouse where they grew their.. happy grass. She quickly walked in that direction, Eren following close after.

“So..” she stated, arms folded as she made direct eye contact. “Soooo.. How have you been?’ Eren asked sheepishly, Y/n’s response being silence. For a moment neither of them said a word, the silence being filled with the faint of Sza’s, ‘I hate you’ blasting over the speakers. “Listen… I really do mean it when I say I regret how we fell out. You put up with a lot of my shit and.. sighs I'm way too grown to be acting the way I did.” Y/n just scoffed. Eren stared at her for a moment before continuing, “You look.. Gorgeous. See you came here with Reiner’. Y/n could tell he was trying to act unbothered. “Who I'm here with is none of your business” she smirked, biting her bottom lip. Why was she nervous? She should know better but… fuck he smelt good. Looked it too.

“Y/n…” he gruffed, an arm going around her waist to pull her closer before she could protest. “Come on, you don’t even miss me a bit? Don’t miss the way I could.. Handle you? Treat your body like a God? You know.. I still do worship you. I fucked up, I know but–” he was cut off by her lips meeting his, her hands immediately going up to bury themselves into his locks. Eren followed her movements, both of his hand wrapping around her waist, pressing his body against hers almost as if he wanted to fuse into her. Their bodies stumbled into a wall, Y/n’s dress being hiked up, her hands fumbling to unbutton his shirt. Eren’s lips traveled from her lips to her jawline– latching around the skin on the side of her neck. One of his hands found its way between her legs, palming her cunt through her damp panties. Y/n melted in his touch, legs struggling to keep her up as he slid the fabric to the side and pinched her clit in between two fingers– rolling the bud between them. His head came up from her neck to study her face– lips slightly parted to match her own. Y/n sighed out, hips jutting upwards into his touch, “please…”. Eren let out a breath, fingers pooling into her at the singular word.

He quickly found a rhythm, a curl joining each thrust in, his lips smashing against hers. Their tongues swirled around one another, Y/n sucking the tip of his tongue, teeth closing around his bottom lip with a harsh tug. Eren laughed into her mouth, his free hand going to unbuckle his pants while the other one kept busy. His fingers spread deep within her, making way for a third one while he wriggled out of his jeans. “You ready for me?” he said hurriedly, eyes dark with lust and possession. As soon as Y/n nodded, he replaced his hand with his cock– pushing past her folds as a grunt fell from his lips. “Oh fuck..” he growled, pace picking up quickly before she had time to adjust. Eren’s hand quickly went to her thigh, a firm grip bringing her leg up to wrap around him. He thrusted upwards as Y/n loosely wrapped her arms around his neck, eyes struggling to focus with the new angle.

“S-so Reiner huh?” he mumbled, head resting inside of the crook of Y/n’s neck. His thrusts were becoming deeper, balls smacking against her skin with each thrust. “Really thought pulling that shit was funny? Hm? Sorry.. I refuse to give this up” he said between clenched teeth. Before she could respond, Y/n was now flipped around and bent over– Eren’s dick slapping against her bare ass. “Want it?”. She couldnt help but roll her eyes, “yes, cmoon” she whined out. Eren chuckled before giving her a firm slap on her ass. “Youve done better than that in your sleep” he chuckled before cocking his hand back once more, allowing this one to land on her cunt. Y/n let out a yelp, thankful for the sound of the party.

“Please babe.. I miss your dick so much. You know that I feel good around you.. Please fuck what’s yours” she looked back at him as she spoke, cunt drenched at this point. Eren’s dark eyes looked down on her, strands of his hair sticking to his face— lips slightly parted. A smile slowly spread across them before he pressed his tip against her hole. Y/n sighed out in relief, hips going to push back against him— her eyes closing before opening at the feeling of him pulling away. “What did I do now?”

Eren chuckled, shaking his head, “just want you to look at me..”. Placing a firm grip on her shoulder, Eren slid himself all the way in— eyes focusing on the way Y/ns face contorted. Each thrust made it harder for her to focus, a couple of spanks from Eren reminding her of her instructions. “Yeah.. take that fucking dick..” he gritted, body twitching as he slowly started to lose rhythm. Suddenly, both of his hands went to her waist, thrusts becoming rabid as he pulled her back into each one. His rhythm was now completely gone, sloppy thrusts coming to an end as he came deep inside of her.

*insert sex*

fin.

“why, of course” he answered, my body relaxing as i stared at the wall separating us within the confessional. the hour was late and i could no longer hear his word with a mind tainted like mine. “what seems to be the issue, dear y/n?”. his words cut through my thoughts as my thighs tightened at the way he spoke my name. parting my lips, i took a deep breath before beginning to explain— “well.. father. lately i’ve been stuck in this.. trance-like state? my dreams have been melting fantasy with the real world and i even happen to.. see you there with me during those impure moments. am i.. possessed?” his silence almost alarmed me before i heard a deep sigh.

“my dear child.. i’m afraid that you are. luckily, i have just the solution.”

i felt my eyes water in joy, mouth opening to thank him before i was cut off abruptly. “get on your knees and face the door.”. was this still the father? his voice sounded.. grim. cold. nonetheless, i got into the position, awaiting his next move. suddenly, the door opened and he stood before me, his usual bright eyes now mimicking dark holes— hands fidgeting at his collar as he loosened it slightly. bringing a hand down, he lightly caressed my face before gripping it in a manner that went against the previous touch.

“i can help you but, you need to trust me”

“of course i trust you father. that is not a thing that needs a second guess” i whispered, panties becoming damp as i found myself lacking shame. father naoya went to unbuckle his slacks, my eyes following his movements in shock as i struggled to speak a word. before i knew it, his cock sprung out of his boxers, his hand going to stroke it until it stood up fully erect. “i will get rid of the demon that has attached itself to you.. i mean, i can not have a whore running around my sanctuary, can i?”. not giving me a second to recover from my shock and answer, he suddenly slapped me with his dick— his free hand reaching down to grip me by my hair as he yanked my head back.

“i asked you a question, slut. can i?”

“n-no father.. you can not..”. father naoya was no longer himself.. or maybe this is who he really was? i couldn’t even figure out the difference seeing as his cock pushed its way past my teeth shortly after, beginning to fuck my mouth at an unforgiving pace as he tugged at my locks harshly. “a vile.. disgusting object is what you are. coming into my holy space .. behaving as if you don’t want to be split in half by me” he gritted, harsh words causing my heart to pound. tears began to spill out onto my cheeks as he thrusted— hips suddenly pushing all the way forward to fill my mouth completely before stilling.

tapping on his leg urgently, i tried not to choke on my spit. it slowly started to coat my chin— soaking the bottom of my dress as i regulated my breath slowly. “there we go.. there we fucking go”. reaching down father naoya released my chest from my clothes, fondling my nipples as he started to buck his hips once again. i found myself bobbing my head to meet his thrust, my hand traveling between my legs.. hoping to provide my aching spot some release..

“are you fucking kidding me?”

pulling his cock out of my mouth naoya suddenly gripped my cheeks once again this time spitting directly in my face. “how dare you touch yourself in my presence, demon? do you wish to be pleasured? to feel relief? do you feel you are deserving?”. i found myself nodding, chest rising and falling as i tried to catch my breath once again. clicking his tongue, he quickly turned me around— positioning me to where my hands and knees rested against the cold floors. he did not even bother to pull down my panties, ripping them apart before shoving the fabric deep into my cunt— his large fingers joining it before slowly slipping themselves out as he proudly hummed.

father naoya spread my cheeks apart before spitting against my asshole, the action causing a whimper to fall out of my throat. shortly after, i found myself moaning as his tongue circled and filled the tight hole— hands gripping my ass hard enough to leave bruises that would refuse to leave. positioning himself behind me, his cock slowly began to push into my asshole before filling me as much as it was allowed. his thrusts were gentle for only a second before i felt him change his positioning a bit— cock now fucking my asshole wider than it’s ever been.

crying out, my fingernails crawled at the floor in pain and ecstasy, mind focusing on the feeling along with the way he grunted in between each thrust. “squeezing me so tight.. has anyone ever fucked you this good? made you feel them deep..deep inside of you?” he husked out, lips now pressing against my ear as his chest rubbed against my back. his thrusts were slowing down but becoming even harder, balls slapping against my cunt. my panties were now soaking, the feeling of being double stuffed making it difficult to even respond. one of his hands gripped at my hip as he held me in place, adrenaline too high to feel the intensity of his grip.

he gripped my neck, squeezing the sides as he brought my head up to look at his face now looming over me. “you look so fucking out of it.. pull it together and answer me.” he chuckled darkly, his brows furrowed in concentration. “no sir.. i’ve.. i’ve never been fucked so good..” i squeaked out, eyes struggling to stay open as an orgasm washed over me. naoya’s thrust became sloppy, hand squeezing hard around my neck as he let out a few frantic humps before pulling out— his hands moving quickly to make me face him before shoving his cock into my mouth to use me once again.

“worthless piece of shit.. swallow my seed and become pure. every. single. drop.”

as he released into my throat i fought back a cough, mind cloudy as i swallowed all that he had to offer— vision blurry. the father removed his cock and i felt.. sadness. looking up to him, it felt like he was the one who had been reborn— not i. this was not the kind man that frequently spoke the word of our lord.. and i truly did not hate him.

“father.. i do feel i may need a few more sessions”

“Come on, love. It’ll only be the tip, I promise.” He cooed, gently holding your head in his hands. ‘Lies.’ He chastised himself. He knew he wouldn’t be able to control himself when he feels you around him. Even your scent was driving him up the wall. And with the way you were rubbing your thighs together, meant that you were already soaking wet.

He dipped a finger inside you panties, running it through your soaked folds. “So wet for me, my love. Is it because of me?” You nodded shyly, keeping your hands folded above your chest.

Asahi pushed one knuckle of his middle finger inside you. Feeling no resistance, he opted to push another, but his effort proved to be useless when your cunt clamped down hard on his fingers. You were tight, too tight. “Relax, baby. It’ll feel good.”

You sniffled, one of your hands coming to grip his wrist, barely being able to wrap your fingers around it. “It hurts.” Whining, you tugged at his wrist as a sign of stubbornness.

“I know, I know, just- let me make you cum once, ok?” Reluctantly, you relaxed, leaning your whole body onto his. Your arms wrapped around his shoulder as you fully straddled him. You stuck your ass out, thrusting your hips back to fuck yourself on his fingers.

Getting the hint, Asahi pumped his digits in and out of you, each stroke and scissoring motion of his fingers brushing against that one spot in you that made you tremble. He could feel his cock straining against his pants, the tension growing uncomfortable. Slowly, he lowered you enough so that your clit was grinding against his crotch.

Your reaction was immediate, a lewd moan erupted from your throat as you hugged him closer. “M’ close.” Asahi gripped the flesh of your ass, guiding your hips as he felt your arousal and his pre cum seeping through his boxers.

“Yeah? Are you gonna cum?” You nodded vigorously, the knot in your stomach dangerously close to snapping. Right as you fell off the precipice as your orgasm hit you, you pulled away enough so you could slam your lips on his in a bruising kiss, the both of you moaning into each other’s mouths. Your fingers carded through his brown locks and tugged, thighs trembling as you creamed on his fingers.

With a light ‘pop’, you parted from him, slumping against his chest. Retreating his fingers from your pussy, Asahi gently pulled you closer to him, letting you relax. “You ok? Was it too much?” He asked worriedly, fearing you could feel how hard his heart was beating. He didn’t know if it was from the adrenaline from doing something so lewd, or because he knew that he was far from done.

You lifted your head from his chest, letting the gentle giant brush the little hairs from your face. “Can you give me one more?” Your eyes widened, opening your mouth to oppose. But you felt it. You felt him. His cock, directly beneath your cunt, throbbing and twitching in his pants.

“M’kay.” You shakily lifted yourself on your knees, still not getting down from his lap, watching in mild anxiety and excitement as Asahi unbuckled his belt. As he pulled his zipper down, his cock sprang up, pre cum fresh on his slit, smearing it on you before his cock settles between your stomachs. Asahi grabbed your forearms and helped you hover over him.

“Ready?”

“Just the tip, okay?” Nodding absentmindedly, Asahi watched as you lowered yourself until the flared mushroom head of his cock pressed against your still-sensitive pussy. The moment your pussy lips parted to accommodate his girth, he had accidentally thrust up on instinct, letting out a loud moan when he fully sheathed his head inside you.

He could feel the tight rings of your walls clenching around him, and he could help the warmth that spread in his chest when he found fresh tears brimming your eyes. “S’ too much, ‘Sahi. It won’t fit.” ‘Won’t fit.’ Those words echoed sighing his mind like a mantra and suddenly he was filled with a sudden determination, the adrenaline kicking in once more. “Don’t worry, darling. I’ll make it fit.”

Without thinking, his grip on your forearms tightened and he slammed you down on him while simultaneously bucking his hips up. You let out a loud shriek, feeling him stretch you out. You’ve never felt more full. Lightly trembling, you tried to catch your breath.

Meanwhile, Asahi was in heaven, blissfully unaware of your state. A light whimper caught his attention and he immediately felt the guilt swell up in his chest. “Oh my god, I’m so so sorry. I- I didn’t mean to-“ his words got caught in his throat as something else invaded his line of vision.

The skin of your stomach, slightly distending to fully accommodate his girth inside you. Tenderly, he brought a hand up and placed it over the protrusion, making you moan. He felt you arch your back, pushing your chest onto him in the process. Wordlessly, he picked you up, and laid you down on the bed without slipping out of you. Mumbling a quiet ‘sorry’, he pushed his hips back until only the tip remained, only to slam back in, feeling your fingers dig into his back.

“Fuuuck, feels good, Asahi.” You moaned, your tears finally spilling. He looked down at you and wiped them away with his thumb, not halting his assault on your pussy.

“You’re taking me so well, can you feel me?” You could barely form a coherent response, babbling broken words until you could formulate a full sentence. “Ye-ah! - so, anh! so deeeep!” You slurred, feeling your mind go blank.

Asahi could feel his balls tighten, the telltale sign of an oncoming orgasm. “Can I cum in you? Please?” He moaned, desperately rutting into your heat. Not having enough time to reply, you shakily locked your ankles behind his back, keeping him trapped and allowing him to ram even deeper into you.

“Fuck! Fu- m’ gonna cum, gonna cum inside you.” Thighs trembling and hips stuttering, Asahi finally emptied himself inside you. The white, hot, sticky cum filling you up to the brim, your stomach feeling even more full with the combined weight of his cock and his cum. You could feel the white spots dancing in your vision as your second orgasm of the night hit you.

Clamping down incredibly hard, you creamed around his cock, moaning his name like a prayer. Full and spent, your body slackened along with Asahi’s, the both of you melting into the mattress. Cradling your body into his chest, Asahi placed a chaste kiss on your sweaty forehead. “You did so good for me.” His eyes wandered to your cunt, seeing his cum trail down the inside of your thighs. “Was I too rough?”