Content — nsfw. sub character, riding (m!giving), overstimulation, hints of dacryphilia.
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Yoru laughs when he's had enough. One would think you'd have him heaving and crying from the pleasure, which isn't too far off, but his reflexes tell him to smile instead.
Eyes wet and wide with a look so helpless that it blurs the line between pleasure and pain. It's not that he can't do anything about it, it's that he lets you have your way with him.
He won't tell you that he's overstimulated because he doesn't want to seem weak. An irrational fear but setting that aside, he grows incredibly taut and a sharp gasp escapes him.
"Hah- uahh!! [Na-name]," Yoru withers above you, a deep tremor racing down his legs as he forces his knees back into the bed. "Haha, uh.."
You give a slow, deep role, watching in satisfaction as he stills, hands drawing down to hold onto your waist for support. "Speak properly when you want something, pretty boy."
"..p-pretty b..." He trails off with dilated pupils, face blooming with the prettiest shade of red you've ever seen. A sight only you are granted. A sight no one else (even when you hold him against the windows of your apartment for the world to see, pounding him into a stuttery mess as he spreads himself open for you with a cry of embarrassment) can witness.
A giggle leaves him.
He looks... drunk.
You reach up to push his messy hair back, wanting to see his face, unintentionally shifting your hips in a new angle. Yoru jolts and bites down on his tongue, swollen hole fluttering open around your cock, "ARNGHH! Haha.. hahhh!!"
"What's wrong, yoru? Talk to me." You're not blind. He can't bring himself to stop your enjoyment even if it means pushing past his limits. He can be so giving.
"Ungg [name]," he babbles and rests his head on your chest, his back arching to and off of you like the mere thought of being so close will burn him. "Ahhaha.. no more- no, don't knowww-"
Your eyes soften as he nuzzles his heated face into your chest, seeking that extra comfort only you can provide him. He preens when you rest your hand on his hair, stroking him so lovingly that he completely misses the way your other hand presses down on his lower back, melting his body into yours.
His hips snap backwards in an act of defiance. You pause, eyes sharp on the lookout for any reaction, "can't take anymo-"
His shout cuts you off, shaking his head frantically against you, "NOoo, go. Move!! Hah hahh, keep going, I can take it. I can."
One experimental thrust has his eyes rolling into his head. But that wasn't what sent a shiver down your spine, it was the smile that crawls on his face, his chest heaving with fits of laughter, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes.
"Hahh!!!" He squeezes his eyes shut tightly, gripping onto your body with such a force that prevents you from rutting into him. A ring of silence pounds in his ears, no longer able to hear his own thoughts.
It's a certain blindness that has him admitting that yes; he's gone crazy, his stubby cock weeping out the last bit of cum that he can provide.
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imagine you're tired from work and you see this man on your wet couch, dizzy and hot, moaning like a fucking pornstar as he spreads his legs (and lips) open, inviting you in.
"W-welcome home, honey. Dinner's bei—ngh served ♡"
as someone who's always tired and apparently, has back pain, i would love someone who'll use me for their pleasure and ride me till sunrise.
"ah, ah ,ahng— so bigg," wet spurts of cum and pussy juice decorating his pretty thighs and your shirt messily. arms wrapping around his slender waist as he bounces up and down, cock exploring each nook and cranny of his bumpy walls, his lewd noises seems to become more and more louder and breathless, hot red nipples sensitive from penetrating himself by rubbing on your shirt. you kiss his jaw sweetly, and his alluring scent.. fuck, he can feel you growing bigger.
his hungry, whorish cunt sucking you in so well that you can't think straight but his warm wet walls and cute gorgeous face seducing you to ram him open, the smell of sex and heat spreading around making you both dizzy and horny. the lil' nub of his fully exposed, rubbing your rough calloused hands around his clitoris, pushing his legs wider until his blurry vision could only see stars.
he could feel you in, so deep and warm. he'd scratch around your torso, back arching and eyes rolling back till his skull. please don't stop, fuck me, ruin me, use me, just don't stop ♡
after some rounds of fucking, he lays limp on your chest, both debouched and ruined. he mutters something under his breaths, too fucked out for you to even understand, nasty and lewd substances still covering your lower part but neither cared.
you stare at him for a few seconds, grinning stupidly at the sight of him, sweat trickling down and messy hair sticking onto his porcelain skin glimmering under the light. you gaze at him further until you took the sight of his gaping hole, dick still sheltered inside and warm cum gushing out..
it seems that you have to kiss goodbye to your cold pillow now, 'cause your cock's throbbing hard and twitching as you grunt a few apologies at him.
I know Yoru's the type of guy to beg for cock like crazy, he would cry to be fucked properly and to taste some cum
lmao i had this one funny idea i had earlier
imagine you were just helping him shave while he sat naked on the bath tub, and then after a little more penetration, his cock suddenly stood hard and squirted like crazy that you stepped back. too stunned to speak.
but it was quite adorable after he spouts apologies and how he can't handle it no longer. soo being the adorable little kindred you are, you gave him a nice, sloppy handjob. he's left whimpering but mumbles how it's not enough??
it was quite funny how he throws his head back, thighs quivering with how you shifted the pace into a much rougher one because fuck. he can't handle it. warm liquid splatters everywhere.
but he sobs and tantrums about "it's not enough" and he needed your cock or whatever, words too jumbled for you to comprehend. hands grabbing and tugging your pants down desperately to see your massive cock.
so yeah. you gave him a good fuck. curtain swaying along with how hard you thrust in him, his cock— coated with a little bit of shaving cream, dangling along with your onslaughts. eyes rolling back while you grunt as he pulled your hair, painfully.
but since he's a little too desperate to snug your cock inside him, force him not to cum by stopping your thrusts. his eyes swells up and cries how mean you are to him. he even tries to rock his hips but squirms whenever you hold his waist to stop his movement.
and then when his orgasm dies out? rip him open again, of course. that's his punishment. it's fun how he yells how mean you are to him but moan how pleasured he is and how good your cock feels inside the second you make out with his prostate. his face swells up with the reminder of how cruel you are to him.
continue to ravage him though. once he learns and pray tell, repents for how bad he is, give him the best orgasm he had. he deserves it. but he's just too adorable to handle around, break him apart before you give him what he truly deserves.
oh. mind you, the razor with a little of foam is a little nasty on the floor! so clean it up while you give him a soft aftercare ‹3
