#reader.afab

It’s quite easy to feel comfortable with Leo, even in bed, it’s never an awkward or stressful situation. Even now, with you splayed out on your bed on your back beneath him, you feel at ease. Even though this is a new situation for you... it feels... right to be where you are now. 

The final barrier of clothing between you two has already been shed and knowing how Leo is, you expected him to rush in to take you. Yet he doesn’t, instead, he kisses you passionately another time before pulling away. He rubs his length in between your folds, his deliberation surprising you. 

For a second, a flash of a serious emotion crosses his face but just as quickly as it arrives, it leaves. He’s immediately looking back up at you with an excited expression within a second.  

“Do you waaaaaant meeeee?” He asks in a teasing tone of voice, playfully drawing out the end of his sentence as he smiles. 

Your face flushes with heat, but you nod anyways. 

Not good enough for him it seems. “Do you reaaaaaally want me?” 

You force yourself to meet his eyes before you continue speaking. They’re beautiful, glittering green and full of just so so much love. 

“I... want you.” 

He grins in a way some might find annoying, but you find endearing. This teasing is his way of checking in on you, and you appreciate it more than words can express. 

“...Are you ready?” he whispers into your ear. 

He treats you so delicately. Even though it’s obvious how aroused he is right now, he still cares about you much more than an outsider might think. Leo is a person who cares a lot, even though many don’t realize it. He’s a sweet man and in this moment, you can’t think of anyone else you might ever want to do this with. 

“I’m ready.” 

With a nod, he pushes in.  

It’s a strange sensation, having something in you for the first time but... it’s not bad. It’s a pressure in your pelvis that while not uncomfortable, it’s most definitely unfamiliar. He takes his time to slide in all the way but honestly, you’re so wet by all the foreplay he put you through first that he probably could have gone all the way almost immediately.  

“Feeling good?” 

You pause and think about your answer before nodding your head ‘Yes’ at him. He grins stupidly wide and leans in to kiss you once again. 

Being with Leo can never be a mistake. No matter how others may see him or perceive him, he’s the one you want. You’re more than happy to give him your first time like this and he’s more than happy to make it a good experience for you. 

When you first cropped up, Ibara didn’t think much of you.  

Producing and being an idol at the same time is hard work- most people can’t do it. There’s few who take on both of those jobs at once for a reason. Surely, surely, you’ll wash out like many others, deciding to keep to one or another. It’s inevitable. 

But then you don’t. 

You’re organized, smart, dedicated, motivated- all the same as him, and it drives Ibara insane.  

You work too closely to him and too similarly. You’re a threat, and he needs to get you out of the way and well... Drastic times call for drastic measures. 

Ibara’s friendly to you. He makes your work easier on you. He praises you. Hell, he even helps you out on occasion. There’s nothing for you to suspect. While your work ethic makes you a threat, your naivete about other people in business makes you an easy target. You’re too trusting, too nice. You’re objectively a much nicer person than him... It’s the one thing he has above you, and it’s going to be the thing he uses to get to you. 

Over time you let him closer. Casual taps on the arm advance to the occasional shoulder pat to playfully linking arms. You talk about shared projects, then general work, then personal goals. You start to trust him more and more. It’s almost a shame, Ibara thinks. A person as nice and genuine as you are choosing this industry to work in... You deserve better.  

At least after he’s done with you it won’t be a problem anymore. 

*****

Casual friendly touches get further and further, until they begin to blur the line between what’s appropriate and what's supposed to be inappropriate for people in your stations. The first time Ibara fucks you, it’s in your dressing room after a live.  

He’d helped you with some difficult contractors for this event and he’s come to see the results. Just as you are intelligent and nice, you’re also a force to be reckoned with on stage. With adrenaline running through you, you practically throw yourself on him after he propositions you. So easy it was that Ibara almost suspected you might’ve been leading him into a trap instead but no, nothing. Once again, you display a naivete that others in the industry have long learned to do without. 

You whined and moaned from his movements. He curled his fingers in you, toyed with your chest, told you dirty things, made you taste him, made you take him- everything he could think of. He made notes of every little thing that made you crumble for future reference. The only problem was the way you insisted on a condom... It was good and he enjoyed it but... he’s a man on a mission, and this mission allows for no personal pleasure seeking or sentimentality. Ibara knows what he needs to get done for his and Eden’s career. 

It only escalates in frequency. You can now recall times when he locked your door and he, the Ibara Saegusa, threw himself onto his knees in front of your office chair. You’ve hidden away in his office and been pressed up against his windows at night in the dark. You can now expect to find at least one article of your clothing to be permanently hidden within his own. You’re now sure that there’s probably at least one of his shirts hiding in your laundry at any point in time. 

You might never have had “the talk” but with not only the physicality of everything, but the other interactions between you too? It’s hard for you to describe your relationship as just friends with benefits. You trust him and as far as you know, he trusts you. Why would you ever have a reason to suspect his intentions? 

You don’t question him, and he moves on with his plan. Condoms are just so uncomfortable... how about pulling out? If it’s too risky you can use spermicide or something? What about ovulation tests and tracking your cycle? Come on, don’t you think it’ll feel better too...?  

Slowly your hesitation wanes as do your complaints about wanting to use protection. Ibara’s right, there are other forms of birth control. If you’re ever really desperate, there’s even Plan B. You trust him... He would never do something to risk one of your careers. 

*****

It’s been long enough. 

A big awards event has just happened, and both of your units won in the categories you were nominated for. The night had been filled with celebration and joy and the slightest bit of champagne. You now head back to your apartment... or you pretend to, before heading to a hotel Ibara texted you. 

It’s a golden opportunity and he has full intentions of taking advantage of it. 

Within the privacy of the hotel, there’s nothing keeping you from each other. The door is barely closed before you feel yourself pushed up against it. Ibara’s mouth is immediately on your own, harshly biting your lip and trying to coax you open. Your reaction is immediate. Complete submission to his whims. With your mouth open there’s no hesitation for his tongue to enter your mouth, tangling with your own and stealing your breath away. The taste of the fancy drinks has long faded away but just being in his presence starts to make you feel drunker than any alcohol could ever make you. 

His hands explore you; they already know every ridge and bump and weak spot- both the ones that make you crumple in pleasure and pain- but he still moves them with as much interest as your first time together. The contrast between his hands drives you insane when one insists on pushing you against the wall while the other one tries to pull your hips closer.  

You can’t help but raise a leg to wrap around Ibara’s hips and he immediately takes it and pulls it upwards. Before you know it, both of your legs are pressed up to your chest and you’re trapped between the man and the wall. He finally moves on from your mouth and you don’t know how he’s not panting like you are now. His mouth just explores lower to your neck. No marks can be left there because of your careers, but he can already anticipate how the future months will break down that excuse. For now, he can just kiss and nip at it, not quite as intense as he would like, but satisfying enough to move on for now. 

He pulls his head back and stares at you. The sight from your perspective is enticing to say the least. His face flushed from your making out, the hotel light shining from somewhere behind him that gives him a halo, his messy hair and clothes that hint at your shared actions... 

Ibara smirks at your staring, letting you bask in him for a few moments, then continues his plan. He already has you in his arms, all it takes for him to carry you to bed is to shift your weight and walk a few steps over. You yelp in surprise at the sudden action- he’s not exactly the largest guy, it’s much too easy to forget the amount of training he does. You flop onto the bed and bounce a bit from the drop. It’s his turn now to stare, standing between your parted legs. Admiring all the same things you did for him. 

He briefly stares at you in contemplation. You’re so excited for this... little do you know of his plans. The way he intends to ravage you tonight. The way he wants to keep going at it with you until there’s no chance you aren’t going to be carrying his child. The way he wants to knock you up and watch you get fat and useless over the course of months... 

He practically lunges for your waistband, pulling off your pants and underwear in one go. Ibara’s waited so long for this, he needs it, needs to finally take you. He grasps at your top next, yanking it off as well. It’s astounding how practiced this is, you truly are just in the palm of his hand. 

He can immediately see that you’re dripping wet but he’s not going to go straight for your hole, no, he wants you more desperate before he does that. He drags a finger between your folds to gather up some slick, then brings his fingers slightly upwards to rub around the area he knows your clit should be. The move is so familiar to him by now, another carefully memorized part of the plan he’s executing. He carefully massages the area until he finds that certain spot that makes you inhale sharply. Having found his target, he smiles. 

It’s very sudden that his hands move faster. While the one he’s now placed at your chest to play with your nipples is quite pleasant, the feeling of his aggressive stimulation of your clit makes you nearly squeal. You resist the urge to clamp your legs shut around Ibara’s hand and instead just close your eyes. The darkness makes your body just that much more sensitive than before.  

“What a whore... acting like this.” 

He stops briefly to slap your clit and your legs shake more and more with the strain of not moving. 

You whine at Ibara’s harsh words, not gone enough yet to fully avoid protesting. He gathers up more slick onto his fingers before continuing to pleasure you once again. Though, you quickly note that now he’s reaching for your clit with his thumb, and now two of his fingers wait just outside of your hole. He massages once again until your clit is located once again and, pressing down onto it, slides his fingers inside.  

Ibara smiles at the way you thrash your head, resisting the urge to move but desperately wanting to do so. “What would your fans think if they saw you like this...?” 

You want to respond to his words, but the moment your open your mouth he begins to pump his fingers in and out of you, stimulating your clit all the while. Instead of any complaint, a pitchy moan is what leaves instead. He nearly laughs at the flustered expression you make. 

“Hm, how unprofessional. I expected better from you.” 

Every single one of his words makes your face burn hotter. Though disheveled, he’s still fully clothed. Meanwhile you lay completely bare on your back, legs open for him to do whatever he wants. There’s a tinge of insulting truth to his words as he continues to pleasure you. He moves his hand faster. Every time he pulls his hand out and back in again, it brushes roughly against your clit. Now when his fingers are fully in, he’s taking a moment to curl them before he straightens them and pulls them out once more. The pleasure is so intense. He truly has learned every weak spot... 

You feel so hot, like you're burning up inside. You can’t help but moan and whine out pathetic little sounds while Ibara works you harder and harder. The pressure on your clit and the fingers in your cunt being exactly what you need. You can feel your orgasm creeping up on you and you desperately reach out for his free arm. You want him closer to you- No- you need him closer to you. You desperately want to feel the warmth of his body close to yours. To your shock though, all he does is slap your hand away and tsk at you. 

“So close already? You do know we aren’t stopping anytime soon?” He chides. 

Despite implying he wants you to last longer, he doesn’t give you one second to cool off. You would beg for him if you could muster the breath to speak words or the brain to form them in the first place. The pleasure is too good and it’s too hot and the way he feels- 

You let out an embarrassingly loud moan as you finally cum, breathy cries of “Ibara-!” being cut off by pathetic little whines. Every time his thumb brushes your clit it’s a wave of pleasure that makes your stomach tense and every push of his fingers into your cunt makes you feel so whole you can’t help but moan. He works your body so easily, playing with all its sweet spots with no hesitation. He’s also moved his other hand to your hip. The thumb of that hand pushes into the bone there and holds you down every time you thrash into his hand. 

His hands seem to calm their efforts as you ride out the waves and begin to come down again. Until suddenly, he shifts his weight, and his hand slaps your folds once again. You yelp and your legs jump up, but he’s already begun again. He roughly moves your hips upwards and stands in close, once again going for your clit. He slides his wet fingers up from your hole and rubs you with the added lubrication. You’re still oversensitive from having just come and his actions immediately get you going again. 

He looks amused when you let out a long whine. “So easy...” 

Ibara’s rubbing gets more and more passionate and before long you feel yourself caving once again. You thrash your head to the side and he doesn’t stop. You moan out his name and he doesn’t stop. Your hips twitch and all he does is hold you still so he can keep going.  

You’re about to come again when, to your surprise, something slips into your hole. The penetration is the last push you need before you come again. As you look down with hazy eyes you see him finally splitting you open and the visual of it makes you throw your head back and embrace the feeling. It pulses all through your body, starting at your core then reaching all up your spine.  

You once again expect a break, but you also can’t bring yourself to be surprised when he starts immediately thrusting into you. He does a few slow, deep ones, before he feels you fully prepared and starts to truly go at it. 

“How shameful. Do you even see yourself right now?” He degrades you while he starts to speed up. The contrast between you two only grows stronger. The only piece of clothing he has removed is his blazer, having only unzipped and buttoned his pants to bring out his cock. Meanwhile you sit entirely debauched, lower half leaking slick and upper half redder than ever before. 

Ibara smirks at your staring. “Can’t even respond to me anymore I see.” 

You open your mouth to do so, but he cruelly grabs your nipples between his fingers and squeezes, making you only squeak instead. 

“That’s alright.” He rolls the buds and watches you whimper. “Whores don’t need to speak anyways.” 

He pushes your legs further apart and thrusts into you harder, finally fully getting onto the bed. The sound of his hips slapping against yours echoes through the room. The room is full of the scent of sex and the sounds of your copulation.  

Your brain already felt hazy from the orgasms, but his refusal to give you even a second of a break makes your further lose yourself. Right now, you want nothing more than him- whatever it is that he’ll give you. Ibara’s cock in you is so heavy and the pressure is so delicious and his hands that roam wherever they please leave a burning trail of desire in you. You squirm and try to move your hips against him, doing your best to meet his every move even though you’re stuck underneath him.  

He seems amused at your mindless thrusting but if you were more aware... you might’ve even spotted a hint of a scheme in his eyes. Nonetheless, he grants you the pleasure you seek and returns his hand to your clit. He goes back to his old maneuvers. You’re just so weak underneath him... weak to his handling of you and weak to his attitude towards you. So, so naïve.  

Your next orgasm takes you by surprise, you were simply enjoying his movements and suddenly all your muscles feel full of too much energy and the sensation of pleasure courses through your body once again. You squirm against his body, feeling overly sensitive. 

Ibara feels you clench around him and takes the opportunity to push your legs right up to your shoulders. Your weight is suddenly being supported by your upper back and you would recognize this as a mating press if you weren’t so focused on the way he’s fucking you. Your body is still throwing at you pleasure but now it’s electric whipping through you instead of smooth waves. You half-heartedly kick at him from the feeling, but he growls and sturdies his grip on your leg.  

The way you look is so erotic that Ibara would usually commentate on it as he had earlier, but even he can feel himself being lost to pleasure. You alternate between squirming against him and laying back while moaning and whining. You’re entirely brainless in the exact way he had planned for you to be. He’s getting closer and closer to completing his goal and something in the back of his brain is screaming in excitement. 

He pushes your legs further and now your weight is all practically on your shoulders. It makes all the blood in your body rush to your head. He thrusts harder and harder, knowing exactly where this is heading... the point of inevitability where nothing would be able to go back to normal.  

You’re already such a mess underneath him but he can’t help the urge to angle his thrusts upwards and play with your chest once again. You squeal in exactly the way he wants you to. You’re too brainless to think, to protest, to care. All you can think about is the pleasure you’re feeling right now. Ibara’s always been a very generous partner, but today he’s combining everything he’s ever done to you at once. All the sensations going on in your head and body make you think Ibara, Ibara, Ibara-! 

He’s reaching his limit. The adrenaline coursing through him is overwhelming all his senses. A sense of intense excitement at how he’s actually about to do this- actually try to impregnate you- so strong that his face grows into a smile even though he’s panting. He hardly even notices how hard he’s breathing.  

You’re squealing at him and squeezing around him. Your face is outright lewd with its expressions, and he can’t hold back anymore. He pushes in as deeply as he can and grinds there, feeling himself letting go. His balls are firm against you, where they twitch and pump you as full as possible. His own pleasure hits him hard but he does his best to maintain the momentum of his hands. He can’t have you noticing what he’s doing now, he needs you drunk on your own pleasure. 

Right up against your cervix- Your womb, egg, walls- everything gets covered in white as it flows in deep, aided by the mating press. His sperm reaches everywhere it can inside you. The cum fills you up to the point of overflowing. You haven’t had a session together in a while and he’s been holding off until he could see you again. This plan was long in the making, and it's finally coming to fruition, with you hopefully bearing the actual fruit of it.  

As Ibara’s orgasm tapers off he gives a few more half-hearted thrusts, trying to milk the last of his seed out. He looks down in pride at the sight of white seeping out along the sides of where his cock is dipped into your hole.  

Your babbling is dying down and you just cover your face with your arms, completely overwhelmed. You’re almost entirely limp and cock-drunk. Ibara had worked you into another orgasm while he finally completed his own- not that you’d noticed- and now you wanted nothing more than to rest. As he lets down your legs, you easily slide onto your side and curl in on yourself. 

Ibara steps back and looks at his hard work. His cum is now escaping your hole, trickling down the curve of your thighs. The back of them being bright red from how hard his hips had hit them and glistening from the amount of slick that had drooled on them throughout your fucking.  

Even with his carefully tracking your cycle, giving you teas and foods meant to increase your fertility, pushing you into a mating press, there’s still a chance it won’t take now... but the likelihood is that it did. There’s a good chance that in the last few minutes, he had just knocked you up. Your fates and futures might now be more closely intertwined than ever before... 

And the thought of that drives Ibara wild. 

He immediately feels himself growing hard again. He wants it so desperately that everything in him screams to jump on you again. It screams to follow his instincts and mark you as his own, claim you as a mate. You’ve been so kind and trusting and talented- there's no better option than you to carry his spawn. He needs to take this opportunity to secure his heir- 

He pushes your thighs apart and positions him behind you. You’re practically dead weight and all you do is whimper at his touch. 

It might not have taken, but that’s okay. He’ll just have to keep going tonight. Keep fucking you dumb and brainless and pliant for him. Keep coming inside and filling you up with his seed. Keep holding you down and proving himself as a proper mate for you. 

He gathers his cum on his cock, and slides back in, ready to make you take if you haven’t already. 

this was written to hyperpop does it show

Sometimes, you can’t help but feel a bit bad about yourself. It’s hard not to, even though others may insist that you’re overthinking, or that you’re exaggerating- that doesn’t stop your brain from saying otherwise. After all, you’re the one who lives in your body, it only makes sense for you to be aware of your flaws. 

You try to keep it to yourself, to not be a bother, but it’s hard. Sometimes something will slip out, or you’ll do something you typically wouldn't, or avoid doing something you would normally do. Sometimes, the pressure of these thoughts and words inside your head is too much and you just can’t help letting some of them out. 

Including in front of Kanata. 

He’s typically the carefree type, but you know he is a person that considers everything said to him. He’s not stupid by any means. Sometimes the response you get is him saying something positive to counteract the negative things you say about yourself, other times it’s a simple hum and a pat on the head. The only thing he doesn’t ever do is scold you, and that is something you couldn’t be more grateful for. He lets you be honest about the way you’re feeling without repercussion. 

As thankful as you are for his influence and support, it’s not a solution to your problems. Even as you get closer and closer to him and slowly open up about the things that you dislike about yourself.  His support may be unwavering, but so are your insecurities. 

It’s a calm day and you’re both relaxing in his room. He’s still soaked from his most recent escapade into the water he oh so loves, but you convinced him to at least change into dry clothes while you both hang out on his bed. At some point, this devolved into him sitting while you lay your head on his lap. 

Unfortunately, though your mind wanders as per always. Kanata is such a kind person and today, he’s spending some of his limited free time with you.

“Hey... Kanata...” 

He hums at the sound of his name being said, continuing to pet the top of your head. 

“What do you like about me?” 

He pauses for the briefest of seconds, before continuing just as before. 

“There are many ‘things’ to ‘like’ about ‘you’.” 

He shifts his position, gently sliding your head off his lap and moving so that he faces you more directly. For a second, you prepare yourself for what you think might be your first ever lecture from Kanata but instead, he reaches out his hands to cup your face in them and smiles. 

“I like ‘these’ a lot.” 

His hands thumb at your lips, touching them as he speaks. 

“i think ‘these’ are nice too.” 

His hands reach further up your face and he ghosts his thumbs over your eyelids, making you close them until he continues. 

“I like what comes out of ‘here’.” 

He holds both sides of your face and cradles your head in his hands. Is he referring to your brain as a whole? His words are tooth-achingly sweet. You had hoped for some reassurance, but you weren’t expecting to receive such definitive answers from him. 

He hums for a second, seemingly contemplating where to go from there. After a second, his hand moves downwards. 

“I ‘like’ this ‘part’ a lot too.” 

He places his hand over your chest, directly in front of your heart. 

“It’s probably ‘my favorite’.” 

Curiosity nips at your inhibitions, and you can’t help but ask. 

“In what way do you ‘like’ me?” 

Something sparkles in his eyes when you ask that question. Excitement? Mischief? You can’t quite pin down the emotion, but it excites you nonetheless when he answers you. 

“Do you ‘want’ me to ‘show’ you?” 

You think about it for a second. You could say no and stop this now but... You know damn well where this is headed, and you’d be a fool to stop yourself from getting what you want now. 

You nod and he leans in to give you the most delicate peck on the lips possible. It’s a bit awkward to have him leaning over you like this, but it does give you the perfect opportunity to reach your arms around his back and pull him back in to properly kiss you when he pulls away after the first one. 

His eyes open in surprise, but close just as quickly as they opened while he kisses you again.  

And again. And again. And again- 

He really does actually like you, huh? 

You don’t know who parts their mouth first, but before you know it, your tongues are meeting in each other's mouths, and you can barely get a full chest of air. You’ve craved this longer than you’d care to admit at this point. He truly is such a sweet person and you can’t imagine anyone else who you’d rather be having this moment with. 

Your arms reach the hem of his shirt and pull at it. Perhaps a bit of a bold move, but if there was any time in which to take this chance, you think it’s probably right now. Thankfully, he responds in kind and begins pulling at your clothing as well. 

As layers start to come off, you both get more and more excited. It still catches you off guard though when you reach for his briefs and find that underneath them, he seems to be rock hard. It actually manages to drag your face away from his and make you stare at it instead. 

“May I?” 

He pulls at the waistband of his own underwear. Asking permission to remove his own underwear? It’s a considerate gesture, but you don’t think there’s any way you could want to remove it faster than you do right now. 

You nod, grabbing the fabric and help him pull it down his legs, letting him kick them off.  

“...May I?” 

He asks again with a little giggle at the end as he reaches for your own underwear as well. You also think there’s no way you could want those off any faster either. 

You give another nod, and he immediately takes his freedom to grab and slide yours down. Briefly, you feel a bit embarrassed at being exposed, but a single glance at how hard he his swiftly eases your thoughts. 

With you both bare, Kanata now returns his lips to yours and slowly pushes you backwards until you’re laying on your back once again. 

He settles himself in between your legs without hesitation and you worry for a moment. You’re most definitely not prepared to take him yet- just making out is not enough foreplay to make penetration comfortable. You open your mouth to warn him but he places a finger in front of your lips before you can voice a single concern. 

“Don’t ‘worry’.” 

He hums softly as he places his cock in between your legs, resting it on your sex. 

“I’m not doing ‘that’ yet~.” 

He thrusts against your body, not making any move to actually stick anything inside of you. Your anxiety eases at the sight and you lay your head back and decide to just relax. It feels... good. Better than you expected. Just some humping like this has you wanting more. You do suppose the majority of your nerves are outside your body rather than inside.  

He grabs your legs and pushes them together, creating the perfect place for him to thrust his dick in and out of. It also adds pressure onto your cunt as well, making you want to squeeze them tighter as well. He moans out loud at the feeling and starts to slowly move a bit faster. 

Your folds glisten from a combination of his precum and your own slick. His breath hitches every time you two rut against each other. When you look down, you can see the head of his cock poking out between your legs. It brushes against your clit, providing you with stimulation that has you fluttering your eyes closed. 

He squeezes your legs together even tighter and pushes them further back, shifting your weight higher on your back as he bears down onto you. The space in between your legs is utterly soaked and squelches with every single one of your shared movements- you wonder how good it would feel from behind or with you on top... 

You tap on Kanata’s arms. 

“Here, let me.” 

He swiftly pauses and backs off, still painfully hard and eager to get back at it again. You push on his chest until he’s the one laying back on the bed and you’re the one climbing onto him instead. 

You straddle his hips and place his dick so that it’s flat onto his stomach, then lower yourself until you’re grinding on it. 

If you thought it felt good before, it feels amazing now. Gliding up and down his shaft, the movements has pressure being placed directly onto your clit from behind it’s hood. It’s even better the times you grind over the head of his cock. Whenever you do that, you get the joy of going over the ridge separating it from the rest of the shaft. It’s something that makes not only you want to keel over in pleasure but also brings the most delicious sounds out of Kanata’s mouth as well. 

Before long, you're finding a rhythm and he’s joining in on it too. With every one of your movements, he’s thrusting against you to the best of his ability which makes everything feel all the better.  

Your legs get weaker with every move, and you feel your climax rapidly approaching. You don’t want yourself to be coming before he gets the chance too, so you redouble your efforts around his head to get him closer as well. You grind down even harder and let your clit catch every single time on the ridge. 

It’s like boiling water is coursing under your skin as you finally cum. You moan loudly and press yourself directly onto the tip of his cock as you cum and to your luck- Kanata thrusts up against you and finishes as well. He paints your pussy white with his seed as he moans as well.  

You both sit, panting after the event. It takes a good minute for you to feel your senses returning after it and Kanata seems to be the same. He reaches out a hand to gently caress your cheek and, to your surprise, calls out your name to get your attention. 

When you meet his eyes, he smiles. 

“I ‘like you’ a lot.” 

Your face rapidly starts to burn as you take in his words. Getting pinned down and riding him didn’t have you feeling embarrassed, but a few sweet words sure do have the power to completely throw you for a loop. 

“I like you too.” 

He smiles placidly unlike your reaction; He’s an enigma to you at times. He reaches out his other hand to grab onto one of yours and play with your fingers. It’s a sweet gesture that has you deep in thought while he does it. 

“May i ‘show’ you more?” 

The question snaps you out of your brain. Well.... if one of his ways of “showing you” before was to try and make you cum, well... you aren’t averse to seeing what other ways he has to show you.  

You hum in agreement and nod at him. Just like always, he’s smiling as he pats your thigh to get you to shift off of him. When you pick up a leg to move away, a droplet of mixed fluids slips off your dirtied cunt. You wince as it lands on Kanata’s leg, but to your surprise, he just reaches out a finger and brings it up to his lips. The sight is hotter than you expected it to be. 

As it turns out, that gesture is exactly what he intends to do anyways. He’s quickly parting your legs and lowering his face down to be in between them as he starts to clean you off. It looks completely lewd to see him in between your thighs with his tongue coated in his own spend as he slides it right in between your folds.  

It doesn’t just look nice; your body is still sensitive from your previous orgasm. It makes you want to squirm every time he licks, and your hips buck every time he flicks his tongue against your clit. You wonder how he managed to get good at this. 

He doesn’t neglect your hole either. He uses his fingers to stretch you out and play with you even more. He slides them in and out, curling and scissoring while he suckles on your clit. You bury your hands in his hair but try to resist the urge to guide him by it- it's so much more satisfying to let it be out of your control as he does his best to follow the sounds your body makes.  

It doesn’t take long for you to start moaning out loud again, letting yourself loose with his encouragement. You find it harder and harder to stop yourself from clamping your thighs around his head and bucking against it. He’s good, but he’s also so incredibly slow about it. You desperately want him to move faster, to press harder, but he continues at his languid pace that draws out your pleasure. You teeter on the edge oh so close. Just a little more.... 

Finally, he seems to get the hint, and presses the tip of his tongue straight into your clit, pushing harshly against your pelvis to properly stimulate it. All your restraint goes out the window and your legs swiftly close around his head and you nearly wail in pleasure.  

Kanata takes it like a champ, unmoving and continuing to press on the same spot until you ride out the heaviest of the waves and begin to slowly ease up on the sides of his head. When he pulls back, you can see the lower half of his face completely slick with your fluids. You have half a mind to be embarrassed at just how debauched you both look at this moment but instead of letting that show, you drag him up to your face to make out with him again instead. 

Tasting yourself on his lips, you wonder just how much further you two will go tonight. 

Jun stares, panting as he slowly pulls out of you. Even after having released so many times and being so lubricated by the combination of your fluids, the grip you have on him makes him want nothing more than to start pounding into you all over again. You've both been going at it for so long already, it's about time to stop... Though, looking down between your legs.... he may be softening, but a string of liquid still connects him to your hole... a sheen of spend glistens on both his cock and your hole... 

“...Sorry about this.” 

You look up at him in surprise, wondering what he’s apologizing for, before he harshly plunges back into you. He sheathes himself fully and grinds forward. His teeth immediately find their place back by your collar, sharply nipping at every square inch of skin. His cock creates a pressure inside you where it rubs against your cervix and the hot feeling of his pelvis against yours intensifies every feeling. The air between you two seems to just get hotter and heavier by the minute, reaching a new peak after every round you’ve done so far. 

Once he fully hardens up again, he starts thrusting again without a word, leaving your moans to fill the air. Jun aims his hips for the spots that pitch your voice up just the slightest bit, then goes harder and harder on them to match your sounds. He snakes an arm around your neck to hold your face close to his just so he can hear you better and nibble on your own ears.  

Can you even orgasm again with how many times you’ve already done so? The pleasure is a hazy, wispy experience as uncertain as your eyes’ ability to focus. He’s hitting all the right spots inside of you, but the spots are all already so abused by his cock already...  

As if he hears your thoughts, a feral grin crosses his face and he bites harshly at your throat to distract you. While you’re too busy stretching your neck to make space for him, Jun reaches his hand down between your legs and begins to rub just above where your bodies meet. Your legs had gone a bit limp from the pounding, but they immediately jump to squeeze him between your thighs at the feeling of pure electric pleasure coursing through you. Squeaks and whines replace your previous moans with the movements of his hands. 

Jun’s thrusts push his hand harder into you and harder into your clit. The pressure is almost painful at times but the rubs against the pearl there flood the area with its stimulation. It combined with the way his cock pushes in and out and the feeling of his teeth roaming all over your upper chest... you can feel yourself letting go for the nth time tonight. 

You hadn’t even been paying attention to Jun’s responses, but you’re not surprised when you hear him groan and grind in you as deep as he can reach. His own climax floods your insides with his seed once again. It perfectly fills you up and coats everything with a white sheen. You both still in the aftermath of your releases, simply basking in the glow. The arm behind your head angles its hand to gently caress your face while he places soft kisses to the blooming marks on your chest. The satisfaction of being cared for both physically and emotionally by this man lets the afterglow shine even brighter and you can’t help but smile and nuzzle your own face into his hair as much as you can. 

He hums at your breath on his head. He removes his lips from the marks he left to kiss all along your face. From your chin to your jaw to your cheeks to your forehead. The feeling has you giggling at him and squirming slightly. You’re enjoying yourself and his kisses until he stops. 

Suddenly, he pulls out and thrusts into you again, your squirming having turned him on once more. Insatiable, is he? You yelp in surprise as he sits upright once again and drags your by your thighs closer to him. 

“Jun-!” 

Before you know it, he’s flipped you over onto your stomach, sliding his way back into your drooling hole. You don’t even have the time to complain before one of his hands presses you down into the mattress by your shoulder. You can practically hear the stupid smile on his face when he speaks. 

“Heh, sorry again.” 

He begins thrusting, immediately going for a faster pace than earlier. How many times is he going to go? How many times are both of you going to finish? There’s no answer in sight, knowing him, he’ll keep on going and going until he can’t anymore. Until both of your bodies give out from exhaustion and you both just brace yourselves for when it’s time to go again. 

Well, you might as well enjoy the ride until you break then, huh? 

Alone with you in your shared room, Rei groans as he finishes, holding himself deep inside you as his cock twitches and pumps seed in vain into you. You whimper as his grip on your hips holds you so tightly that it’s almost bruising. A thin layer of rubber prevents his cum from staining your womb and you can’t help but feel the slightest bit saddened by that fact.  

Eventually, the waves of his high pass and he gives you a small kiss on the forehead before pulling out. As is to be expected, the condom covering his cock is full of cum instead of your cunt. He winces a bit as he removes it and ties it off. After tossing it into the trash he quickly lays down next to you to bury his face into your hair. The main event is over, you’ve both finished now, but... you take one look at his beauty and decide you want another piece of him. 

It’s teasing words that he gives you when you palm at his still wet cock once again, but he’s just as bad as you and he’s soon hardening once again. You reach over to the bedside table and reach for the container that should have more condoms in it. When your hand reaches it though, you’re surprised- and frustrated- to find it empty. You turn back to him with a disappointed expression. He returns the expression with a sad one of his own. 

He knows just as well as you do: it’s a bad idea. You shouldn’t. It's too risky. But... reason be damned, you want him in you, and he wants to be in you. He hums and settles back down onto the bed, deciding to let anything that happens next be a consequence of your actions rather than his own. 

There are only so many hours of pillow talk that can keep you satisfied with such a lovely woman at your side. Getting just the teensy bit handsy with your beloved... can anyone really blame you? 

It’s giggling that echos in between you, Arashi, and the room as you throw a leg over her hips, pulling her close. She lovingly traces her hand down the side of your face and smiles. 

“Haven’t gotten enough of me?” 

Oh so slowly, her hand goes down your neck and chest, stopping to play with your nipples. You smile right back at her. 

“i could never.” 

A flash of mischief runs across her eyes, and she pinches the bud in response. 

“Sweet talker.” 

You gasp at the sensation and soon, more soft laughter comes from both of your mouths.  

Times in bed with Arashi are usually spent like this. She loves to take her time to play with you and you love to take your time to worship her. It’s a sweet part of your day and even when it doesn’t lead to sex, you look forward to spending the time with her. 

She takes both hands to cup your chest in her hands, looking down at them while she plays with your breasts. Soon, she leans over to pop a smiling kiss on your lips. 

You look up at her with loving eyes and respond to her. 

“I only speak the truth.” 

She doesn’t answer for a moment, only staring at you. You begin to wonder what she’s going to say but, to your surprise, she grabs you with her arms around your shoulders and neck and gives you a hug. 

Soft and sweet, the way she feels against you and the way she is as a person.  

An overwhelming feeling of love courses through your system and for a second, you nearly want to tear up. You quickly quell it and hide your face in the crook of her neck. Your Arashi, your sweet, sweet Arashi... You can feel her heart thumping against your own chest, and she pulls you in closer. She still gets just as excited as the first time you two slept together.  

You can also feel where her cock has twitched back to life pressed up against your thighs, aching for your attention. 

“I love you.” 

She whispers into your hair so softly that you almost miss it.  

You still feel stretched out enough from earlier to continue, so you quickly release one of your arms to position her at your entrance properly. 

“I love you too.” 

You push your hips to hers, and her to the bed. 

She lays back with no resistance and looks up at you with loving eyes. No amount of praise or worship could express the pure feelings of love coursing through her at the sight of you speared on her cock.

One day she’ll figure out how to express it but for now... she’ll enjoy the blessing that you are to her. 

It’s so hard to get your schedules to align. Some days it feels like the universe itself is trying to keep you and Tsumugi apart. Sometimes he can’t help but stroke himself to the thought of you. He fantasizes and dreams of holding you in his hands, pulling you onto him by your hips or cradling you in his lap or squeezing your thighs while you’re on top of him or- anything. Any thought of you just gets him going and he wants nothing more than to finish inside of you. 

As he gets closer and closer to his climax, he laments not being able to spend it inside of you. He just imagines your sweet face so close to his... until suddenly, it’s no longer just his imagination. The moment he realizes it’s the real you that just walked into the room he can’t help himself from pleading to be inside of you, and the moment you consent, he’s ripping your clothes off you. 

He can’t even properly pull your clothes off you in his rush, only finding himself able to spare enough time to move things out of the way of your hole. Tsumugi is still so worked up from jacking off earlier that he’s a goner the moment he feel’s your heat. The warm, slick feeling of being in you is more than enough to have him filling you up. He holds you tight and close as he does so. He spent all this time fantasizing of being able to do this that now that he is actually doing it, he feels like he’s on cloud nine. 

It comes as a surprise to you when Mao of all people loses track of his breeding cycle. He’s almost embarrassed to come to you like this, so needy and desperate, but you’ll have mercy on him, right? You’ll let him breed you? Satisfy his instincts? The moment you give the word he is more than ready to pounce on you, push your clothing aside, and sheathe himself inside of you. 

His rut makes his brain feel hazy and his body oversensitive. Your body clenches so perfect around him, your insides perfectly morphing around his cock. It feels too good to be inside of you and he can’t help the thought of finishing inside you and knocking you up. He knows he shouldn’t, he knows how bad of an idea it is, but his biology demands it of him, so he asks anyways. Once again, the moment you say yes, he’s hilting himself fully inside and releasing right into your womb where he knows it will take. 

Ibara plans around all of his ruts and while he usually doesn’t take a partner for it, he has his eyes on you for this one. He just casually brings it up to you when you least expect it and when you accept his proposition in surprise, he starts to set everything up.