#sfwn't

“Baby,” Shōyo says. "Are you doing anything?"

You roll over and look at your boyfriend, his hands full of little glass bottles, held between his blunt fingers.

"Yes," you say suspiciously.

"You're just scrolling," he says, pulling you down the bed. You squeal, your arms stretching out straight, your phone abandoned somewhere near the pillows. "Yams got me these massage oils after my injury last year and I just found them. Let me practice on you!"

"No way," you say, rolling your shirt over your head. "Do they smell any good?"

"This one's called 'island breeze,'" he's squinting at the labels when you turn your head. "And this one's 'dream escape.'"

"None of that tells me anything about the smell," you motion to him to hold them up to your face. "Oh, wow. I guess you can use 'glowing majesty.'"

"So you'll let me?" He cheers, tossing aside all the other bottles. You should probably check to see if any of them broke, but that's an issue for a later time.

"Fine, but no funny business, mister," you say, shimmying your yoga pants down your waist so that as much of your skin is exposed as possible.

"No funny business?" He pauses with his hands, big, warm, already slicked with "glowing majesty," on your shoulder blades. "Like none at all?"

"Don't sound so sad," you say, and for some reason your voice comes out breathy, like you can't quite get enough air in your lungs. You arch your back slightly. "Can you go a little lower? I've been really sore around my—" you make a deep, happy sigh when his hands dip under the waistline of your pants, his thumbs working curious little circles into the dimples of your back. "Ah, so good, Shō."

😉 What are my muse’s fetishes/kinks?

I’m going to go with exhausted V since i think that an injured V wouldn’t really be up to doing the nasty(?

LEMON AHEAD!

-First and foremost, be ready to be the one doing most of the action. He is a tired boi, so pampering him for a change is going to do wonders for him.

-Even if he is exhausted he is still going to caress you and whisper you sweet stuff. ‘My love, i am undeserving of so much of your attention...’

-Lazy blowjobs. He will put a hand on your head while you slowly suck on his dick, sighs mixed with soft grunts as you engulf his shaft in your mouth. He will give you compliments while you do so with a voice that feel as sweet as honey.

-He is not going to ask for it, but he will be quite happy if you ride him. At the same time he feels guilty as he thinks he should be the one on top of you, caressing you, making you slowly go wild, and not the other way around. But he is just so tired he will just let you do as you please. Not that he will complain either, mind you.

-V will melt in your arms if you cover his body and face in kisses, especially his neck. He wouldn’t mind if you leave marks, either.

-His grasp on your hips are going to be soft, squeezing tenderly at your flesh as you move your hips. Maybe it is the sensivity of his tired muscles, but every sensation feels more acute, almost painstankingly so. But that makes it all the better.

-V is quite bit of a masochist.

-Don’t think that you are doing a bad job if he falls asleep during the whole thing. He just feels so good and is so exhausted that he may slowly fall asleep while you are riding him. It’s actually kind of cute, but you may end up having to masturbate if you are left with the urge(?

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JESUS CHTRIST.

SFWN’T!

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P (Pace)= He is a wild card. There are times when he is slow and passionate, taking his time to feel you entirely. There are other times, though, when he lets the mad dog run wild and he just fucking ravages you.

E (Experience)= Despite not having much free time to do things such as having sex, he has had his share of experiences, and is very good at letting that show. Very good at it.

N (No)= There aren’t a lot of things that he wouldn’t like to do. Most of the time, as long as his partner is ok with it, he is too. He is a kinky motherfucker. But something that he wouldn’t do is probably anything involving harming his s/o quite a bit. He is ok with masochism but has his limits.

I (Intimacy)= No matter the moment, Majima is quite passionate during sexy times. He gives it his all and will make even a quickie feel so intense it leaves you trembling. He loves kissing you and your body, most of the times leaving marks where he can.

S (Stamina)= Oh boy, prepare to be fucked for hours and hours. Majima can go multiple rounds and leave you all red and sore, and you wonder how the fuck he still has energy to keep fucking.

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SFWN’T!

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D (Dirty Secret)= He may or may not have used a piece of your clothing to masturbate while thinking of you.

K (Kink)= Oh man. One of his main kinks is choking. He prefers giving but doesn’t mind receiving. Also degradation (giving) and orgasm denial, among others.

W (Wild Card)= While he doesn’t have the highest libido, you better prepare to be fucked raw when he gets in the mood. It is kind of hard to achieve though, so good luck with that!

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"What is that perfume?" Your boyfriend wants to know, dipping his head to inhale a little closer to your skin. You shift your weight from foot to foot, the scent wafting off of you. "Did you seriously—"

You sniff, crossing your arms, refusing to look at him. It's ballsy, resisting the Crown Prince of Hell like this, but that's why Sae likes you, you suppose.

"Church incense," you say. "It's meant to smell like raw meat on the dry-down, though. You would've probably liked that."

"You are impossible," he says. There's an event tonight, one of the few he attends under serious threat from his father. As always, he's perfectly buttoned up, his collar starched, his horns curling up from his pink hair. "Is this because of earlier?"

“Obviously,” you toss your head, sending more of the scent drifting his way. He wrinkles his nose and leans away from you slightly before he can catch himself.

"I apologized," he says.

"That was not an apology," you scoff. "You said 'I didn't mean to insult you' which neither addresses that you did fucking insult me nor is an apology!"

Sae, in his classically nonverbal style, attempts to wrap an arm around your waist but is repelled an inch above your skin. "Did you shower in holy water?"

"It's body mist," you say primly. "Serves two purposes."

"Which are?"

"One, punishment, and two, Rin will be pleased that we can't touch. I think he nearly vomited at the last dinner after we came back from the bathroom."

"You won't let me touch you because my little brother is being pissy?" Sae attempts to loom over you menacingly, but you hold steady, adjusting your jewelry with nonchalance.

"I won't let you touch me because you're an inconsiderate prick, which is the same reason your little brother is pissy."

"At least no one else will be able to," he mutters, more to himself than to you. No one's ever been stupid enough to touch what has been so obviously claimed, but Sae is, on occasion, less than rational about this sort of thing.

"Like I'd let them," you say. Something flares in his gaze, the fatal sin of pride that drips from his pores.