#sub boyfriend

Your shy subby boyfriend wants to feel you inside him, not his own fingers in the bathroom late at nights. One thought pulsates in his mind: “How can he explain that he wants you?" His shyness prevents him from asking you to fuck him. His Google page is a whole story about how he tries every day to find a way to seduce you. He tried all possible methods:

He took out his perfume, the ones you once called your favourites. He sprayed them on his neck, on the wrists, then passes them through the collarbone and chest, trying to create an elusive fragrant veil for you. He did it with the hope that when you get closer, the smell of the perfume you love will make you want to. But all he sees in response is your restrained smile.

Realising that the perfume didn't work, he decides to take bolder steps. He bought ice cream, enjoying it in front of your eyes. He ate it slowly, sensually licking his fingers, and watching your reaction with awe, but in response the same indifferent look.

In his head, he goes through various images that, in his opinion, can ignite passion in you. He tried on transparent lace lingerie, choosing the most seductive, hoping that you will not resist this seductive appearance. But again, he only got a light nod.

How about a yandere sugar baby turned househusband? Just a spoiled brat

Please remember that the most important thing when writing is to have fun<3

Yandere sugar house husband!

Thank you for your kind words! Unfortunately I cannot moot u even if I wanted to because this is a second acc! (The main one is for irls)

A/n; I kinda put together two fics I wrote..sooo hopefully this make sense??idkk

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You don’t know what he saw in you, not really.

He was already beautiful in that broken-glass way , soft-spoken and sharp-edged, the kind of person who smiled like it hurt. Kazutora wore his pain like jewelry, and he never flinched when people stared.

You met him at the animal shelter, of all places.

He was crouched next to a scruffy kitten, murmuring something in a voice too gentle for someone with ink creeping up his throat. You cracked a joke, he cracked a smile, and somehow, that was enough.

He’s not what people think.

He’s not the threat ........ you are.

Kazutora is all careful glances and lingering hesitations, like he’s waiting for permission to fall apart. You tease. You test. And every time you push, he follows.

Tonight, he’s on your bed, leaned back on his hands, eyes heavy-lidded from the wine you split earlier. His shirt’s ridden up slightly, revealing a sliver of the tiger inked across his hip.

He doesn’t move when you lean in, not even when your fingers trail lightly along his arm.

“You let me do whatever I want,” you murmur.

Kazutora’s gaze drops to your mouth. “Yeah.”

“Why?”

His throat bobs. He looks up at you through his lashes. “Because you make me feel like I can stop pretending I’m a good person.”

You freeze ,not because you’re shocked, but because you get it.

You grin, slow and dangerous. “Who said I wanted you to stop pretending?”

That earns a breathless laugh. A little desperate.

“I want you to ruin me a little,” he admits, quiet. “Just enough.”

Your fingers curl in the fabric of his shirt.

He lets you pull him closer.

He’s not addicted to chaos — he’s addicted to your version of it. The kind that doesn’t come with blood on his hands, but fingerprints on his soul. You don’t drag him into darkness. You invite him to step in willingly.

And Kazutora? He’s already halfway gone.

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His voice is already breathy before you even touch him.

“kazu,” you say, leaning over where he sits at the edge of your bed, shirt off, knees apart. “You sure?”

He nods fastly.

You click your tongue and cup his jaw, making him look up.

“Words, pretty boy.”

He swallows, eyes wide. “Yes. I want -please.”

That soft desperation. That raw need in him, it’s almost too much. You push him back gently by the chest. He lets you.

You settle over his lap, fingers tracing the tiger ink on his side.

“You’re so easy for me,” you whisper, almost like a secret. “One look, and you melt.”

Kazutora moans quiet, already falling apart and your lips haven’t even touched his neck yet.

You take your time with him. Because you like watching him come undone.

Your hand slips into his hair, tugging just enough to tilt his head back. You kiss along his throat, teeth grazing skin.

He shudders.

“Good boy,” you murmur.

That breaks him. His fingers curl in the sheets, hips twitching under you.

“Say it again,” he pants.

You pull back just enough to look him in the eye. “You want to be my good boy?”

He nods, eyes blown wide, so sweet it hurts.

“Yes, please—I just wanna make you proud.”

Oh, Kazutora. The boy who’s always been afraid of ruining things, begging you to let him be ruined, as long as you’re the one guiding it.

You slide your hand lower, palming him through his jeans.

“You’re doing so well,” you breathe, stroking slow. “Look at how hard you get from just a little praise. Fuck, you’re precious.”

His head drops back, hips rocking up into your touch — not even subtle anymore. He’s already sweating, biting his lip, trying to hold himself together.

“Please,” he begs again, voice shaking. “I wanna be good for you. Let me be good.”

You kiss him hard ,open-mouthed and messy , then pull back just enough to say:

“Then take it. Take everything I give you, and don’t stop begging.”

He moans into your mouth like you just handed him heaven.

Taking my top off after a few minutes and crawling under his desk, making him jolt when he feels my hands undoing his pants.

Chuckling when he whines and begs me to stop so he can focus, but I keep working on taking his cock out.

Drooling and gagging on his cock and feeling how his big strong thighs tense up while he whimpers.

"o-oh god, a-angel... please don't s-stop–! i-i'm so close... so close... so fucking close. yeah, right there! right there! right there–! 'm gonna cum. gonna fill you and give you a baby..."

he just couldn’t stop from there! he starts thrusting his hips up into you! pounding your tight cunt! oh look at that, he’s cumming again! all he wants to do is breed you!

Perverted girls who bully their boyfriend for crossdressing/dressing feminine even though she begged him to

Girl who laughs at his flustered look and teases him for getting hard

Girl who orders him to lift up his dress/skirt and presses her shoe down on his cute little dick <3