𝙎𝙮𝙣𝙤𝙥𝙨𝙞𝙨: 𝙒𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙆𝙉𝘽 𝙗𝙤𝙮𝙨 𝙗𝙧𝙚𝙚𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪

𝙉𝙎𝙁𝙒 / 18+ 𝙊𝙉𝙇𝙔

𝙏𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙥𝙞𝙚𝙘𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙨 𝙚𝙭𝙥𝙡𝙞𝙘𝙞𝙩 𝙨𝙚𝙭𝙪𝙖𝙡 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙩 (𝙨𝙢𝙪𝙩). 𝙋𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚 𝙙𝙤 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙞𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪’𝙧𝙚 𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧 18. 𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙖𝙜𝙚𝙙 𝙪𝙥!

𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙁𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙚𝙙: 𝙈𝙞𝙙𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙢𝙖, 𝘼𝙤𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙚, 𝙆𝙞𝙨𝙚, 𝙆𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙢𝙞, 𝙆𝙪𝙧𝙤𝙠𝙤, 𝙈𝙪𝙧𝙖𝙨𝙖𝙠𝙞𝙗𝙖𝙧𝙖, 𝘼𝙠𝙖𝙨𝙝𝙞

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Shintaro Midorima:

It wasn’t the fact that he’d cleaned due to the fact that was a consistency. No. This was quite different. The place smelled faintly of incense, the bedroom sheets had been freshly changed, and his lucky item of the day, a pink ceramic heart was sat on the nightstand. “Shin…?” you called out, setting your bag down. “Everything okay?”

He stepped out of the bathroom in a fitted black shirt and loose sweatpants, toweling his damp hair off. God your husband was sight for sore eyes. His glasses slid slightly down his nose as he pushed them back up. His face face was a little flushed as he said

“You’re ovulating,” You blinked.

“…You’ve been tracking that?”

“Of course. I’ve been logging your cycle for the past four months.”

He crossed his arms like this was the most reasonable thing in the world. “I reminded you to input the last day of your period twice.”

“Oh my god.” You laughed. “Are you serious right now?”

“I’m always serious,” he muttered, a bit flustered now. “We agreed to try. This is the optimal window for conception.”

You stepped closer, arms looping around his waist. “So you planned a whole night of knocking me up, huh?”

His hands settled on your hips. “Yes. I did.” He cleared his throat, voice lower now. “You should eat something light beforehand. We need you to have a lot of stamina .”

You couldn’t help but smirk. “You’re so hot when you go full caring mode before we fuck.”

He adjusted his glasses. “I’ll pretend that wasn’t sarcastic.”

“It wasn’t.”

He gave you that look and then, of course, insisted you sit down to eat the light meal he prepared ahead of time. When you finally finished eating and he escorted you to the bedroom, his whole demeanor shifted.

He stood at the edge of the bed, eyes locked on you as he positioned himself.

“You will keep your legs up after this,” he muttered, removing his glasses and folding them neatly before pushing his cock into you with one brutal thrust making you let out strangled cry, back arching as the stretch punched the air right out of your lungs. “F-fuck, Shintarō-" But he wasn’t listening. He was watching obsessing at how your wet pussy swallowed him whole. His fingers bruised your hips as he slammed into you again, deeper, meaner.

“God, you’re dripping,” he hissed under his breath. “Look at you. I haven’t even cum once and you’re already soaking me.”

His thick tip slammed against your cervix with every thrust, a precise, punishing pace that had your body trembling.

“You’re going to take every fucking drop tonight love,” he gritted out, one hand pressing into the small of your back to keep you pinned. “You will take everything my cock has to offer until you are knocked up.”

You could barely breathe, drooling into the sheets, moaning loudly. You were already shaking, on the verge of another orgasm, but Midorima didn’t slow down for a second.

“Does it feel good?” he muttered through clenched teeth, ramming into you so deep you saw stars. “Having your husband fuck your fertile cunt raw? You gonna thank me for stuffing you full of baby batter like the good girl you are?”

You nodded as you looked at him with big teary eyes, and that made him snap. His hand slid up your spine

“You are so pretty, I hope my kids take your genes rather than my own."

His cock twitched at the sight of your pretty face and he felt he was near, so his hips snapped forward one last time before burying his entire length inside you as he spilled deep into your womb.

“…Again,” he whispered. “Just to be sure.”

You couldn’t even respond. Couldn’t speak. All you could do was whimper under him and let him whatever the hell he wanted to your overstimulated, wrecked body.

And he did.

He ended up doing it five times.

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Daiki Aomine:

Your back hit the mattress. Your legs were spread. And Aomine was already yanking his sweatpants down. The moment you stated you wanted to start trying for a baby, this man was all in for it. He's been waiting for this moment since forever so now that it came, he was going to take full advantage of it.

You didn’t even have time to breathe before he was on you.

“Gonna fill you up,” he said his voice low he lined himself up to your dripping hole. “Gonna fuck a baby into this pussy. You sure about this, baby? I ain’t stopping once I start.”

“I’m sure,” you whispered.

That’s all he needed.

He thrust in deep all the way, making your back arch and a scream rip out of your throat.

“Fuuuck, shit I don't know how much fucking times I've fucked this pussy for you to always remain so tight,” he hissed, gripping your hips so hard they might bruise.

Even though you'd lost track of the amount of times you had Aomine had sex, this time it was honestly a little different. Rougher. Deeper. More desperate. His thrusts were heavy and unrelenting, slamming into you like every stroke was the one that’d knock you up. It as if he was loving this idea as much as you were.

“You feel that?” he groaned into your ear. “That’s how deep I’m gonna cum, baby. Right up in your into here.” He said tapping your stomach.

“You want this, huh?” he muttered, voice feral. “Wanna carry my baby? My fuckin kid inside that small little body?”

“Y-Yes, Daiki, please-"

“Say it.”

“I want it-I want your baby-fuck, I want all of it-"

“Yeah?” he hissed, voice cracking as his rhythm stuttered. “You wanna walk around stuffed full of my fuckin’ load? Waddlin with my kid inside you? All that from this pussy-this tight, beautiful pussy that's all mine?”

A broken groan left his throat as he slammed in deep, cock twitching violently as he filled you to the brim, his cum so hot and thick you could feel it pooling inside. But he didn’t pull out. He didn’t move.

His cock twitched over and over, painting your insides.

But he didn’t pull out.

Didn’t move.

Just stayed inside, holding you close, panting against your neck.

“Shit,” he whispered, chest heaving. “I should’ve done this sooner....felt too good..." The minute those words came out of his mouth, he stood back up straight with a smirk. He then began fucking into you slowly. Grinding into your overstimulated walls like he was trying to force every last drop into your womb.

“It felt too good. Besides your pussy still feels a bit empty,” he murmured. “Gotta go again. Gotta make sure.”

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Ryouta Kise:

“God, You’re gonna be so pretty when you’re pregnant,” he mumbled, voice soft. “I'm so grateful you'll let me be the father to your kids." His cock dragged against your slick folds before he finally pushed inside inch by inch until his tip kissed your cervix. His eyes fluttered shut as he bottomed out, breath catching in his throat. “So warm… so tight… fuck, baby, it’s like your pussy knew it was mine.” He started to move slow, rolling thrusts that made your eyes roll back then paused suddenly, an idea flashing through.

Without pulling out, Kise hooked his arms under your thighs and lifted you like you weighed nothing, shifting until your front was pressed against the full length mirror beside the bed.

“I need you to see,” he moaned, gently grabbing your chin and tilting your head. “Look at yourself, baby. Look at how fucking pretty you’ll look when I cum inside you.”

His hips rolled into you from behind slow and deep, forcing your body to jolt forward with each thrust. His grip tightened on your hips, your reflection jolting with every bounce, his hair matted to his forehead, abs flexing, lip bitten.

“Look,” he moaned again, voice cracking. “Look at what your body does to me. Look how fucking good you take me.”

You could barely breathe, your eyes teary, mouth open and a moan caught in your throat. “I wanna cum inside you so bad,” he groaned, thrusts picking up as his cock pulsed deep inside your walls. “Wanna fill you up so full it drips down your thighs. Wanna see you round and sore and so fucking mine. You’ll take it, right?”

“Yes, Ryo,” you gasped. “Please give it to me.”

His hips snapped forward one last time, cock throbbing as he came with a loud, broken whimper, grinding into you as his cum spilled in hot, heavy waves, coating your insides so thick you could feel it pooling. He held you tight, still inside, breathing hard. Then, with trembling hands, he laid you down gently. Your legs were pulled up, hips propped on a soft pillow. And he didn’t let go.

“You stay like that, baby,” he murmured, breathless. “Let it settle…”

His hand moved to your stomach, rubbing gentle circles. “I think it’s gonna work this time…”

Later, when you were fast asleep,his cum still trapped inside you Kise kissed your belly and whispered into the dark:

“I love you already… both of you.”

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Taiga Kagami:

You didn’t think much of it when you said it, it was just a quiet confession between kisses, whispered against his neck while you sat curled in his lap, arms wrapped around his broad shoulders.

“I really feel like we are ready for kids.”

Kagami froze like you’d slapped him. His body stiffened and his cheeks instantly flushed, and his breath caught in his throat.

“Y-You serious?” he stammered, eyes wide. “Like… for real?”

You nodded, biting your lip. And that was all it took. He kissed you hard, hands already tugging at your clothes. You helped him, shirt first, then your panties, then his sweats and of course he was already hard, leaking against your thigh as he pushed you down on the bed.

“I’ll try to be careful,” he muttered.

“But fuck, baby-don’t say that and expect me to think straight.”

When he slid in, both of you gasped. He buried himself.

“You feel… so good,” he groaned, almost to himself, as he started to move deep and steady, each stroke trembling with held

back need. You cupped his face, kissed him. “You can go harder, Taiga. I want it.”

He did.

His pace picked up, his body covering yours, sweat dripping down his back as he pounded into you with determination. His hands found your thighs, pushed them up until your knees were at your chest, locking himself in even deeper.

“I’m gonna cum inside you,” he panted, eyes locked on yours. “I wanna fill you up, I wanna make you mine-fuck I can't fucking wait to see you full of me."

You moaned louder, wrapping your arms around his neck.

The mental image of his cum leaking out of you was all he needed to thrust himself into you one final time before he came hard, thick cum spilling deep in you as his entire body shuddered. You thought he was done. You really did. But after a few minutes of breathing against your skin, still inside you, still hard, Kagami lifted his head and looked at you.

“You okay?” he whispered.

You nodded, still catching your breath. “I’m perfect.”

He exhaled hard through his nose. “Good… cause I ain't done yet.”

“I wanna make sure it works,” he said, blunt and a little out of breath. “Wanna fill you up again. Wanna fuck it into your stomach.”

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Tetsuya Kuroko:

“I've been thinking...Tetsu.” You said as you played with his hair. "I want to start a family.."

“I’ve been thinking the same thing for weeks.”

Your heart skipped. “Really?”

He nodded once. “Every time I’m inside yo-" His words were then cut off by a sudden kiss from you. You didn’t even make it to the bedroom. He carried you. Carefully. Placed you on the mattress. Kuroko pulled off your clothes with steady hands, standing between your thighs. Once he got rid of his sweatpants and underwear. His eyes were calm, but burning. He pushed in slowly, eyes locked on yours the whole time. And when he bottomed out, he let out a single, shaky breath.

“You’re already perfect for me,” he whispered. “But the idea of you pregnant with my child… it’s consuming.”

His hips started to move. Every thrust left you gasping, clinging to his back as your body trembled beneath him.

“You take me so well baby,” he murmured.

You moaned his name, eyes fluttering. It was too much, the stretch, the closeness, the way he spoke. It was all just so perfect.

“I’m going to cum inside you,” he said softly. “Not because I have to. Because I want to. Because you’re mine. And I want the world to know." Your fingers tangled in his hair as he began to fuck you harder. His hands gripped your thighs tighter, pulling you closer. And when he came, it was with a whispered groan against your neck.

He stayed inside. Didn’t move nor spoke. He just held you close against him. Your hands wrapped around his neck, and his placed gently on the small of your back. He gave you a kiss on your neck before saying,

“Let’s try again… just to be sure.”

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Atsushi Murasakibara:

He was quiet when you told him. Not shocked, not flustered, just blinking up at you from where he was laying on the couch, his hand resting lazily on your thigh.

“Really? You wanna have a baby?” he mumbled, voice low and slow. “Like… mine?”

You nodded, unsure how he’d take it.

It didn't take too long for his hand to slide between your thighs, two fingers rubbing lightly against your core feeling how wet you are. He kissed you all over as he kept his long fingers pumping into your pussy. You then stopped him. "Baby...let me be the one to lead this time.."

And that lead to you bouncing on him like a girl in heat, completely mindless, tits bouncing in circles, ass slapping against his thighs with wet, messy sounds every time your soaked cunt swallowed him whole. Murasakibara was a wreck beneath you, looking at you go with his face flustered.

“You agreed to make a baby,” you panted, pupils blown wide. “Said you wanted to keep me full, right? Then fucking fill me.”

He let out the weakest whimper, hips twitching up helplessly.

“Y-you’re already full,” he moaned, dragging his hands over your ass, squeezing like he could force you down deeper. “Already gave you so much-your pussy’s leaking—I can feel it…” You looked down at him with a wicked smile. “Then give me more. If you want that baby, you’re gonna have to fuck it into me again and again.” He cursed under his breath and let his head fall back, pink bangs sticking to his forehead. His thick cock was still rock hard inside you, overworked and overstimulated. But it didn’t stop him from gripping your hips and slamming you down on him so hard you cried out. “You’re scary when you’re like this…” he mumbled. “All needy n greedy like you’re tryna milk my balls dry…”

"Maybe I am,” you hissed, nails dragging down his chest. “You said you wanted to knock me up, Atsushi. So do it. Fucking do it.” That pushed him over the edge.

With a deep grunt, he thrusted up hard. Then sooner or later he was spilled inside you with a long, broken groan, hips twitching wildly as your walls fluttered around him. But even after he came, you didn’t stop. You kept grinding, kept working him, trying to squeeze every last drop from his thick cock, even as he whined under you.

“Still not enough,” you moaned, leaning over him, licking the sweat from his neck. “I need it deeper. I want your cum flooding my womb. I wanna feel it take.”

He was dizzy. Gone. Arms wrapped around you, voice a muffled whimper against your chest.

“I-I’ll give you a baby,” he promised, barely coherent. “I’ll give you as many as you want…”

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Seijuro Akashi:

Your back hit the bed and the room fell still.

Akashi looked down at you, eyes glowing in the low light. He didn’t speak right away. Just trailed his fingers slowly over your belly like he was envisioning it already, swollen, round, all because of him.

“You’re ready?” he asked, voice low.

You nodded. He didn’t ask twice.

He undressed you carefully. And when you were bare beneath him, legs spread and already dripping, he let out the faintest hum.

“I’ve waited long enough,” he said. “You’ll carry the next Akashi. My heir. My blood. You understand that, don’t you?” You nodded again, breathless. “No,” he murmured, slipping two fingers through your slick folds. “Say it.”

“I understand… I’m ready, Sei. I want it.”

That made him smile. “Good.”

He stroked his cock slowly, watching the way your eyes dropped to it. Pre-cum was already dripping out of his bulging cock. Slowly he lined up and pushed in with a low groan, bottoming out in a single, deep thrust that made you arch with a cry.

He didn’t let you adjust. Didn’t give you space to think. He gripped your thighs, planted his knees, and began fucking himself into you balls deep.

Every thrust reached deep and his pelvis grinding into your aching clit giving you double pleasure of the sensations. You were already a mess beneath him, moaning, gasping, clawing at the sheets but Akashi was composed. Unshaken.

“You feel that?” he growled softly. “That’s where I’m going to finish. Deep inside you. You’re going to take all of me and keep it.”

“I’ll do whatever you want just please cum in me Seijuro."

He grabbed your chin, made you look him in the eye.

“Beg properly.”

“Breed me, Seijuro-please-fill me up-make me pregnant with your child."

And that was all it took. His hips snapped forward, pace breaking, breath hitching as he drove in deeper, harder, panting curses under his breath until he spilled inside you with a groan, cock pulsing as he filled your womb. But he didn’t pull out. He bent low, kissed your neck, and began to move again.

"Don't go assuming it's over my love."

18+. rating knb men off of if they groan or whimper.

kuroko: he’s on the softer side of whimpering, almost edging on gasps. it’s as if he’s not really there, and you’re simply bouncing on a dildo. when he’s so silent is it really bad to compare him to one anyway? to add to this “living dildo” theory, his sex drive is nearly nonexistent. occasionally, he may initiate sex, but you’re the one who starts things almost every time. he lets you stay in control, going along with whatever you need. he’ll play with your breasts in that specific way you like, tilt his dick just the right amount, and hold your arms behind your back when you ask. those little acts are the only way he can think to show how much he enjoys his time with you.

kagami: his signature sounds are a hiss when pulling back and a groan when fully seethed inside of you. but don’t be fooled by his tough-guy act. the moment his hips tremble and his balls tighten, he lets out soft whimpers– sorry no, shaky exhales. very wobbly exhales with his eyes tightly shut. he’s more considerate in bed than people expect. even when doing something as simple as biting down on his necklace to prevent it from hitting you, he’s careful. when eating you out, he never grabs your hips with full strength to keep you from “running away,” as he calls it. he won’t say it outright, but he just wants to make you feel good. so please, stop moving. it will feel better that way, dont you agree?

akashi: would you be bold enough to truly assume an emperor would ever whimper? he groans, mixing in soft huffs. there’s something strangely sexy about how quiet yet seductive his sounds are, making you submit every time. he has a subconscious competition with you to see who lasts longer. naturally, since he has never lost, you always end up cumming before him. on rare, rare, rare occasions, you might cum just once before he does. most of the time, he makes sure you have as many orgasms as possible before he finishes. it’s quite impressive, if you knew at least. adding to his already high superiority complex, you will never get to be on top, looking down at him while you grind against him. whether you suck him off to the moon and back or it’s your birthday, it doesn’t matter. your place is beneath him, taking every inch without dispute.

midorima: he is surprisingly stoic for his age, honestly. he groans when he hits a deep spot or when the moment is right, but mostly he remains silent except for quiet exhales through his nose. it’s not as awkward as it sounds. you’re usually too lost in the moment to notice his quietness. he never fails to miss your g-spot with the precision of his perfect three-pointers, the man terrifyingly confident in his ability to make you cum within just a few strokes. his fingers are skilled for good reason too. after all, he reaches those deep spots you never knew existed. you can’t even touch yourself the same way anymore, not with how spoiled you are with oh so skilled midorima.

aomine: groaner, groaner, groaner, who knows he sounds sexy. despite his arrogant personality, the worst thing about him is that he knows exactly how wet you get from his voice. the moment he gets you in bed, it’s never ending teases mixed with heavy huffs and puffs. your pussy clings to him like a vice, which only amplifies his obnoxious noises to be louder. when he spreads your legs, he groans exaggeratedly from how wet you are, watching your pussy helplessly clench on nothing. no matter what, he’ll give you a slap or two on your ass, or tease you by pulling out until only the tip remains, just to hear you whine. you’d hate him if he weren’t so goddamn hot.

murasakibara: this man whimpers. he doesn't care much for holding it in, no matter how hard you cover his mouth. it only makes him throb more, especially when he grabs your hand to lick and suck your fingers as if they were a popsicle. his voice is always so high-pitched and needy, especially when you’re on top. he sounds almost as desperate as you do when he eats you out. he offers help by lifting you up and down on his dick occasionally, but he’s too pussy drunk to register exactly how loud he is. in the morning, you might find a note on your door asking to keep it down, but he always throws it away, saying, “they’re just jealous.”

Multiple character headcannon

Authors note: UGH pls this whole things was for jokes bc I can’t really be that ask to make something I feel is good. Teehee. Also I can mischaracterise all I want okay let a girl dream pls. (POST-TIMESKIP!!)

Warning: man it’s like the smallest hint of the nasty freaky stuff

“Babe, you got something on your face. Let me just…” You reach out to your boyfriend, making him look your way by gripping his chin firmly while you flick away a bit of ‘glitter’ from his cheek. “There you go.”

Strike one.

That was just the beginning of your strange behavior today.

“Hey baby, c’mere I wanna kiss…” you call him over from the other side of the kitchen counter, only to yank on his collar and pull him in for one hell of a snog. “Seriously, you have no business looking this good today.”

Strike two.

Just what was up with you today?

You just got home from work, and as he’s about to sit up to see you, you suddenly push him back down onto the couch, mumbling something about how much you “missed him”.

Strike three.

You run your fingers through his hair, pulling him closer to your lips, but then you pause to check out his face.

Perhaps you took this prank too far…

He loves a shy fan.

He loves how adorable you look, all flustered and embarrassed. Sweet eyes avoiding his as that shaky question escapes you.

“…Can I get a picture with you?”

Was it your nerves? Was it excitement from meeting him? Maybe a mix of both? Whatever it was, he thought it was cute.

“A pic? Sure!”

His muscular arm wraps around your shoulders and his chest presses firmly against your back as he leans down for the selfie. “Want an autograph too?”

His voice is low, almost gravely in your ear and it stirs a reaction he couldn’t get enough of. The shiver, the blush, the way your shoulder nudges up towards your ear- as if you were trying to hide away from him. God, does he love that reaction on you.

It makes him chuckle as he reaches for your little notebook and pen, the interaction lasting seconds before he hands back your things with a wink and turns to another fan. Out of the corner of his eye, he watches as you hurry back to your friends, that grin still on his lips as he began to wonder.

How long would it take for you to notice he had scribbled his number next to his name?

Blue Lock: Chris Prince, Eita Otoya, Kenyu Yukimiya, Meguru Bachira, Oliver Aiku

Haikyuu: Kotaro Bokuto, Atsumu Miya, Shoyo Hinata, Eita Semi

Kuroko no Basuke: Daiki Aomine, Taiga Kagami, Ryota Kise

Warnings: rough sex, p in v, mating press, feet kissing, unprotected sex, size kink, power play (?), profanity, adult characters.

Big n’ beefy men who get incredibly turned on when it rains. Walk with me here…

They don’t know what it is about the clouds darkening on the sky above or that fresh scent of earth that sticks to the air when it rains. Something about that heavy raining weather makes their libidio higher than the clouds. The contrast of being inside, between your legs, all warm and sweaty while it storms outside makes him unbelievably hard. You know the moment the clouds start to gather before a storm, he’s eyeing you from across the room with a drenched look of insatiable hunger in his eyes. To him, you looked utterly ravishing in the dark lighting of the house, so perfectly his type. His woman.

imagine playing with him to the point where his body’s covered with his cum. mind as blank at his balls. you’ve got him all tied up, wrist twisting around his shaft to force his limp dick to harden. he’s numb to the pleasure yet it burns every time you cruelly rub your palm against his sensitive cockhead, red and pulsing from abuse.

he’s begging for sweet mercy—crying even, all teary eyed and twitchy body. “please, please, please—no more! i’ll die if you keep going!”

you laugh at how desperate he is, it’s so so cute it makes you want to make him cum all over again. so you gently kiss the slippery top of his dick, his hips jerking backwards from the lightest stimulation. oh, how you bet you could make his eyes go criss-cross simply by blowing at his slick-glazed cockhead.

but you won’t let him go that easily. your tongue slips out from your hungry lips, spit dripping and sliding down his length, earning more whines from him. you could hear the fear laced under his tone, further rousing the ache between your wet thighs.

“you can’t touch me yet—not now!” awww, you cooed, puckered lips slurping up the saliva slipping along his throbbing length. your eyes don’t leave his blush-dusted face. how could you? he looks prettier than ever gritting his teeth, eyebrows all tilted up and absentmindedly drooling all over himself. a lewd fucking mess.

your tongue lolls out, licking a long stripe over the flaring red—almost purple tip of his. it’s so soft you could almost taste his sensitivity when you wrap your mouth around it whole, ignoring the way he’s crying and throwing his hips back. the tip of your tongue edges at his salty slit, flicking and prying the little glans.

he’s abandoned pleading for you to stop—instead, he’s surrendered into you and chanting your name like it’s his lifeline. his whole body jerks so hard you almost think he’s having a seizure, your lips popping off him—right before a pale-yellow line shoots out of his cock.

his back arches, eyes white and face frozen in overwhelming pleasure and pain. he’s pissing all over himself from the mere intensity of the orgasm—and oddly enough, you find it hot as fuck.