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“my wife” ft. nanami kento

in which the married man nanami kento cannot stop using every single excuse to call you his wife. he just can’t help it, it sounds really nice.

at the bakery, instead of looking for it he went to the counter to ask, “excuse me, do you have whole wheat bread? my wife prefers that over the plain one.” was there a reason for him to mention you? nope. is he going to to it again? absolutely.

he now brings home cooked lunch to work. the man who usually dreads the small talk from his coworkers now becomes quite eager when they notice the bento and asked him about it. “my lunch looks great? thank you. my wife cooked this for me.”

or when it’s after hours and there’s random talk amongst the workers such as places to visit on vacation. “these are really good recommendations, i’ll have to visit them with my wife if i have the chance.”

when he’s on grocery shop duty after work when you asked him to buy something from the market. kento tasted the one of the sample food and perked up, for two reasons. reason one is that he finds something you’d like, second reason, “where can i find more of this? my wife would love this.”

when a random stranger flirts with him and he didn’t miss a beat to say, “ah, you find me charming? thank you, my wife would agree.”

his phone would ring while he’s occupied in a work discussion and he had the slightest smile on his face as he stood up, “excuse me, my wife is calling.”

the way he always tried to insert you in every conversation even if the topic barely correlates to you. “i seriously almost drowned that day, the beach can be really dangerous,” one of his coworker said, finishing a story. and who would be able to know why kento felt the need to say, “my wife quite likes the beach.”

even in front of mutual friends such as gojo, as he knew the both of you back from high school days. “let me ask my wife first if she wants to come.” oh now it’s gojo’s turn to roll his eyes after so many years he has tormented the blond man with his antics. “you know that i know ‘your wife’ right? that she’s my friend too?” nanami looked at him, “what’s your point?” he deadpanned.

on the most random time of the day, his mind wandered to you as always. “i miss my wife.”

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guys i think he has a wife

Princess

Kakuzu x Reader x Hidan

For @itzcleetus

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Threesome, stripper!reader, blow-jobs, choking, rough sex, facials, face-fucking, squirting, creampie, oral, dirty talk, aftercare, praise kink, degradation kink.

"Hey, Princess!"

You finished strapping on your heels before lifting your head to see who was calling your name, "What's up?" you stood up, checking yourself in the mirror and making sure the fishnet tights you wore didn't get bunched up with the bodysuit and end up tearing mid-dance. Wardrobe malfunctions in the middle of a routine were incredibly annoying.

"Your boy toy is here, brought a friend too", the dreamy look in her eye made you snort, "When I say; tall, dark and handsome- I mean literally!" She fanned herself with her hand dramatically, making you laugh loudly, turning the heads of some of the other girls in the dressing room.

"Okay, relax", you rolled your eyes playfully, your laughter dying into gentle chuckles, "If he's not all that- I'm holding you personally responsible". You wanted to believe your friend, but you couldn't trust her judgement when it came to men. Diamond had an odd taste in men; case in point, her old boyfriend who considered a matching tracksuit as "formal wear" and a trip to the barbers as a foreign concept. So, when she came tittering into the room, babbling about a tall, sexy man, it was easier to let her fawn and make your own observations later.

You fluffed your hair, applied a small layer of lip gloss, then strutted out of the dressing room with your friend Diamond in tow. "I'm serious!'' She said close to your ear, the loud music making it difficult to hear each other, "He has this 'touch me, and I'll kill you' vibe that's just-" she sighed blissfully with a small smile.

You scoffed, giving her a quizzical expression with squinted eyes and pursed lips, "And that's...hot?" you asked hesitantly, already concerned with the answer she would inevitably give you. Instead, you just shook your head, "Forget it, don't answer that", you ignored her stutters of an explanation of her odd attractions, "I'll see you during our break, okay?" she rolled her eyes but kept the smile and locked pinkies with you, "Empty their pockets".

"Always!"

The two of you went to separate polls and started a flawless dance routine. The money rained around you when you dropped to a split, hearing your loudest cheerleader whoop and holler from his seat by the stage, making you grin wide and perform extra tricks to hear his laughter.

You gripped the pole tightly as you spun slowly, then swayed your hips while dropping down into a squat with your legs wide open for the men in front of you. Hidan grinned, throwing more money between your legs, "Hey, princess", you took his hand and allowed him to help you step down from the stage- into his awaiting lap.

"Hi, cutie", you pressed butterfly kisses on his jaw while rolling your hips against him to the beat of the music. Hidan's smile stretched, his large palms running over your thighs covered by your fishnets, "The usual?" you whispered in his ear, then nipped at it softly so you could hear his delicious groan.

"Nah, a little extra, Princess", Hidan gestured over to the glooming hunk sitting on the chair beside him, "I brought a friend, figured you could cure his grumpy mood", he teased while slipping a wad of cash tied with a rubber band into your bra.

Hidan was the only man you did this with; this, as in, sleeping with a customer. The first time it happened, you decided to call it a lapse in judgement- overlooking the fact that you were completely sober. Hidan sauntered into the strip club, throwing money and taking dances from practically everyone. He was fun and sexy, so you decided to take him home for the night.

To your delight, Hidan turned out to be the best lay you've ever had. After an excellent night, you both parted ways- that was until you saw him again a week later- and the week after that. You told yourself there was nothing wrong with having a weekly fuck buddy- it just made you feel weird when Hidan would slip in some extra cash for your services.

You grasped the wrist that carried the money, "I told you, I don't fuck you for the money", it was meant to come out as firm, but it only made Hidan chuckle and press a kiss on your neck.

"I don't give you the money for that, Princess", his other hand started venturing up your thigh, "I want you to have nice things". His warm breath ghosted against your pulse; you gripped his shirt tightly, feeling the firm muscles on his arms tighten around you, "I like to spoil pretty princesses", Hidan murmured huskily, "Let me spoil you, okay?"

You nodded slowly; morals started slipping whenever he talked to you in that voice. All deep, dark and filled with lust. You discreetly accepted the extra cash, then stood up from his lap, "The back room is free for private dances", you winked at him, enjoying Hidan's cheeky grin and visible enthusiasm through his pants. You took his hand, then led him to the backroom, completely forgetting that he bought a friend until the three of you stood in the secluded, sound-proof room.

You stared up at the second man in the room- now you understood what Diamond meant. He was a hulking black man with long dreads and piercing green eyes that made you go weak in the knees. He looked older, no- his eyes looked older, but his arms, chest, muscular thighs clad in jeans- all screamed a strong physique. The man towered over you, the tattoos of stitches that ran across his mouth seemed to strain under his scowl.

He just seemed to radiate dark and ominous energy that had you both terrifying and turned on. Perhaps you were just as crazy as Diamond- or maybe that's just how he made every woman feel.

Hidan stood behind you as openly stared at the other man. His hands wandered around your waist and down your hips, "This is my friend, Kakuzu", he began to say with his lips pressed against your collarbone, "I told you about him, remember?" An odd tension disguised by the lust started to rise as Hidan continued to speak, "I told him about us- I told him I found a pretty princess for us to play with".

"Kakuzu..." you breathed out gently, testing his name by letting it roll off your tongue. He looked down at you with an expression that almost looked bored if you hadn't noticed the slight tensing of his jaw and the way his eyes followed Hidan's hands on your body. Your nerves began to ebb away the more Hidan's touch became bolder; his hands left a searing heat in their wake- awakening your pussy of the intimate feeling.

The air became hot and thick; a soft whine left your lips when Hidan pushed his bulge against your ass, "What do you say, Princess?" his mouth returned on your neck, "Think you can take us both?" Hidan began to unzip your bodysuit slowly as if he was waiting for you to back out, but oddly enough, you didn't want to.

You knew what Hidan had to offer- the little kitty inside you was curious to find out what Kakuzu was offering.

"Yes".

You could feel his grin on your skin, "Good girl", your bodysuit slipped off your body, leaving you in your underwear and fishnets. Hidan smacked your ass playfully, "Kakuzu is just gonna watch at first, okay?"

The man walked past both of them and sat down on the sofa opposite. The seats ran along the wall in an L shape with some footstools and plenty of plush pillows. There was a small music station and a mini-fridge with plenty of drinks with soft lighting and LED lights, but those remained off for now. The room is usually reserved for private parties. Kakuzu leaned back, draping his arm over the back and settling his gaze on the way Hidan touched your body.

You turned your head so you could capture Hidan's lips into a kiss, deciding on regaining some pride and control after gawking at the older man for what seemed like centuries. You reached back, grasping the back of his neck and using him like a pole to grind and sway against Hidan, giving Kakuzu a show of your moves.

"Take off her bra", Kakuzu's deep baritone startled you, almost as much as how quickly Hidan obeyed that command because now you stood topless with your breasts on full display. You whimpered into Hidan's mouth when his calloused palms started massaging your soft mounds, "Come closer".

Hidan nudged you forward with his hip, never breaking the kiss and keeping his hands kneading your tits, forcing sweet sighs out of your mouth. You both walked towards him until your knee bumped against Kakuzu's. Hidan pushed his thigh between your legs, using it to rub against your cunt already staining your panties. You ground your hips on his thigh, mewling softly from the friction upon your clothed clit.

"Bend her over".

Hidan let go of your mouth and made you fall forward by the waist, forcing your face to be inches from Kakuzu's. A deep full body blush burned you as you stared into the older man's eyes; you could see the dark convent of desire that stirred beneath his scowl. You wanted to be the one to break his mask, to have him untamed and wild.

"Go on, Princess", Hidan sank to his knees and ripped your fishnets, "Don't you want to touch him?" you could hear his grin, "He's sexy, right? I knew you'd like each other", he smacked your ass playfully before dragging your panties down, watching a thin, silvery string drip down with the fabric. A throaty groan rumbled from Hidan, "Fuck- you're so perfect, Princess", his large palms spread your cheeks, exposing more of your glistening cunt to his greedy sights.

You whined softly, ducking your head to escape the embarrassment of Kakuzu's intense eyes and wriggling from Hidan's groping and intrusive gaze, "H-Hidan-". You weren't a shy woman, but being at the mercy of two men like this was a little too much.

"Look at me", Kakuzu grunted, and when you didn't- he seized your chin, forcibly making you look up at him, "Is a stripper becoming shy?" Hidan barked out a laugh from behind you before delving face-first into your pussy- you jerked forward with your cry of surprise swallowed by Kakuzu's mouth.

Grunts, sighs and sounds of your cunt being devoured filled the room. You pushed back against Hidan's face while your hands started petting Kakuzu's broad shoulders and firm chest. He tasted spicy and faintly of cigarettes, but that didn't bother you. Kakuzu's other hand palmed your tits, rolling his fingers against the hardened bud and drinking your sounds of pleasure against his mouth.

"More", you whined upon his lips. You could feel Hidan's tongue stroking up and down your slippery folds before capturing your clit and suckling on it softly. Kakuzu pinched your nipple to gain back your attention.

"Hear that, little slut wants more", he grunted towards Hidan; the man smacked your ass in response. Kakuzu's grip on your chin tightened as he jerked your head to the side so he could place hard, open mouth kisses on your neck, "You're a greedy little thing, y'know that?" You set your hands on his knees for leverage, soft moans leaving your mouth as Hidan's fucked you deep. "Begging for more when you haven't even touched us yet", he chastised with heavy gruff and darkened eyes.

You tried to answer, but the heat that pulsated between your thighs and pooled in your belly was too intense to ignore. Heavy pants and sweet moans were the only sounds you could muster. Hidan's loud and enthusiastic slurping continued, causing your thighs to tremble as you fought to keep standing. Your eyes rolled back as the dam threatened to burst inside you and coat Hidan's face with your juices.

"I think you've spoiled this little princess too much already, Hidan", your eyes shot up to him, seeing a sinister look in Kakuzu’s eye that promised sweet agony and delicious punishments.

Your orgasm was so close, "N-no, please-"

Kakuzu grasped your throat, cutting off your pathetic sounds of protest in replace of desperate gulps of air. His rough actions only made you wetter, and he could tell from the way your lips parted in a silent moan, "Hidan, stop".

The power in his voice had you whining low in your throat, whereas Hidan huffed before parting away from your quivering pussy and standing back up, "I felt her tightening around my tongue- god", he groaned, unbuckling his belt, "You should have a taste too", Hidan grinned, wiping his face with his shirt before tugging it off, "Princess, you should taste Kakuzu-" his large palms rubbed your ass, "Her mouth feels just as good as her pussy".

Kakuzu released your throat, taking your chin between his thumb and forefinger again.

You gasped, quickly regaining your breath. "I want to", you whispered, looking up at Kakuzu through your lashes and giving your best pleading pout. Your hands ventured up to his thighs slowly to reach the thick bulge that strained against his jeans, "I could taste you, now"- you felt his mouth curl up into a smirk against your neck, "Let me taste you, daddy", you pleaded sweetly, grasping the thickness that lay between his thighs.

"Hey! You said you didn't have a daddy kink", you looked over your shoulder to see Hidan scowling with his hand stroking up and down his shaft in idle strokes.

"Sorry, baby", you hadn't meant to say it- Kakuzu just had an intensity to him that felt different to Hidan, "You're still my favourite, though", if it weren't for him playing matchmaker, then this never would have happened.

Kakuzu chuckled, allowing you to unbutton his jeans, "You just don't have that vibe, man", you managed to pull his cock from his pants, licking your lips unconsciously and greedily drinking in the sheer size of him. Your smaller hands could barely wrap around the base of his shaft; Kakuzu had a girth that made your mouth water and pussy clench.

"Go on, princess", Hidan appeared beside you, looking down at you between Kakuzu's thighs with a wide grin, "Are you scared? Is it too big for you?" he taunted with a cruel smirk, "Show him what a good little slut you are". Hidan brushed your hair back from your face as both men watched you wrap your lips around the engorged cock head and give it gentle little sucks before widening your jaw and swallowing down his length.

Pathetic gags ripped from your throat, making them chuckle and humiliation flame your cheeks. You breathed through it, determination and pride fueling you to grip the base of Kakuzu's shaft with both hands- allowing the drool trickling down your chin to act as lube before bobbing your head up and down his length.

The deep groan that vibrated through his chest spurred you on. Hollowing your cheeks, you twisted your hand and stroked him through your suckles. You felt Hidan's cock poke your cheek impatiently, obviously dissatisfied from being left out. You slapped his hand away and replaced it with your own, stroking him hard and firm, the way he liked it.

"That's my little princess", Hidan groaned, thrusting his cock into your fist lightly, his gaze never leaving the way you drooled and slurped up on Kakuzu's fat cock. Where Kakuzu had girth, Hidan was slender and curved slightly at a perfect angle to hit your sweet spot every time. Your cunt ached in anticipation to have either man inside.

Kakuzu grunted loudly when your teeth unexpectedly grazed against his sensitive flesh- though it was a deep groan of pleasure rather than pain. You figured a man that was friends with Hidan had a pain kink too. His hands tangled in your hair, pushing your head a little deeper until your throat constricted around his head, "Hidan, face or pussy?" he gruffed, lust heavy in his tone.

Hidan's shallow ruts into your fist faltered as he considered the question, "Nah, the better question is-" his grin turned feral as he looked down at your tear-stained face, "Creampie or facials?"

Kakuzu groaned low in his throat when you moaned around his cock, "Fuck-" he panted, abdomen tense as he fought against his impending release. "You creampie, and I'll give this pretty princess a nice facial, hah", Kakuzu's grin seemingly stretched the tattoos of the stitches across his face- it made him look incredibly sexy and terrifying at the same time. He jerked into your mouth, "Would you like that?" he watched you nod weakly, mouth stuffed with his dick, "Want me to ruin that pretty face?"

You hummed around his dick in response, causing him to groan and chuckle at the same time. The noise went straight down to your clit, your pussy slick and clenching around nothing as you wriggled your hips. Kakuzu gathered your hair in a fat fist and signalled to Hidan to return to his position.

"I got you, baby", Hidan slipped out of your fist and walked back to your ass. He grasped your hips, grinding his dick against your slippery folds and moaning from the friction, "Gonna make you milk my cock dry". You pushed back against him, your tongue busy swirling around Kakuzu's length to speak. Hidan grunted, "Impatient, huh?" he chuckled before spreading your cheeks open and pushing his mushroom head against your tight entrance. Hidan panted softly, your pussy quivering from the intrusion.

You moaned, sighed and whimpered upon Kakuzu's cock until Hidan's length was nestled firmly into your cunt. Kakuzu wiped a tear from your face before looking up at his partner, "Ready?"

Hidan smacked your ass with a wide grin, "Fuck yes!" both men began rutting their dicks into your holes. Your body shook from the onslaught; Kakuzu held your hair in a tight grip as he fucked his fat cock into your throat, Hidan snapped his hips into you, his curved dick slamming into the spongey spot that had you seeing stars and crying into Kakuzu's lap. You slobbered and choked around the thick grith that stuffed your mouth.

"You should see her face", Kakuzu grunted, rutting his hips in a firm pace, "Pathetic and drooling". He grinned down at you, his eyes cruel and dense with a thick layer of lust that matched the potent stench of sex in the room.

Hidan groaned, his hips faltering when you squeezed around his cock, "Dirty little princess loves it when you say shit like that", he gripped your hips tightly, "I can feel your sloppy pussy squeezing me". Hidan went back to slamming into you mercilessly, grinning widely at the sounds of pleasure you babbled pitifully.

Kakuzu cradled your head, watching the muscles constricting around his length in rapture, "Is that so?" he whispered, "You like being ruined by two dicks, is that it?" the tears that clamped in your lashes rolled down your cheeks as he shoved his cock down your throat, "You're a slutty little girl, letting us fuck you like this".

You cried when Hidan slammed into you so hard, your orgasm washed over you abruptly, and Kakuzu's cock slipped deeper down your throat- making you gag and slobber all over him. Your thighs trembled, causing you to collapse, except Hidan wrapped a solid arm around your waist and lifted you from the floor. One hand gripped your waist while the other held you firmly as he continued to thrust into your sopping cunt. You held onto Kakuzu's thighs for leverage as the men used your body to chase their release.

"Princess, you made a mess on me", Hidan teased, his cock dragging along your fluttering walls and abdomen painted with your wetness, "Think you can do it again?"

Kakuzu huffed, "I'm sure she has another one in there for us", his grip on your hair tightened the more he pushed your head up and down his thick length.

Your body ached, throat burned and pussy throbbed as you accepted their harsh movements and cruel taunts. You squeezed your eyes tight, your vision blurring while you tried to keep up with Kakuzu's thrusts and keep yourself breathing enough not to completely choke on his cock. When you heard Hidan's curses become louder, you purposefully clenched your inner muscles around his length- it was always his sign that he was close to cumming.

"God- fuck!" he shouted. Hidan leaned over; his solid chest pressed firmly against your back as his hips spluttered and rammed hard into you, "Gonna stuff you full of my cum, baby", he groaned low in his throat, biting the tender skin of your neck as he fucked you hard and fast with his balls slapping against your puffy clit.

Kakuzu's pace picked up too, using your throat to chase his own release as he watched your pitiful face contort into pain and lust, "Cum on his dick, princess", you whimpered, shaking your head weakly while swallowing around his cock. You couldn't- it was all too much. Kakuzu grasped your throat with his other hand, groaning when he felt the way you clamped around his size, "You can, and you will- do it again", the demand rasped through his voice, "Be a good girl, and do what daddy says".

You whined loud- Hidan cursed, his orgasm tearing through him aggressively, three pumps of his hips, and he was emptying his cum into your sloppy cunt. Kakuzu chuckled, then groaned when you dragged your bottom teeth against the thick vein that ran along his length and lapped up at his slit at the same time. Kakuzu slipped your mouth off his cock, relishing in the way your tears, snot and drool spluttered as you coughed for air. He stroked himself to the lewd expression on your face, groaning low in his throat as his cum painted your pretty face.

Hidan rubbed frantic circles on your clit, his cock still buried deep inside you so he could feel the walls clamp around him as a clear liquid gushed from your pussy. Your lips parted in a silent scream, your orgasm ripping through your body and splashing Hidan with your juices. The dark carpet became stained with your essence.

"Wow!" Hidan laughed, his fingers never stopping, even when you squirmed and jerked away from his touch, "Didn't know you had that in you, princess".

Kakuzu wiped your tears, hypnotised by your lovely face coated with his thick ropes of cum. He watched you cry and whimper, biting your lip to stop the noises then moaning when you tasted the rich substance on your mouth. Your body slumped against them both- you had no strength left in you after that. Hidan picked you up then gently set you down on the sofa.

"Where are-"

You pointed to the box on top of the mini-fridge; it had tissues, wet wipes and condoms in there for any shenanigans.

Hidan brought the box over and crouched down beside you, wiping your face gently, "You did so well, baby".

Kakuzu took a wipe and gently rubbed your abused pussy, your folds coated with Hidan's cum as it dribbled out in thick gobs, "Such a good girl", he murmured while cleaning you up.

Their whispered praises and gentle ministrations lulled your soul into a calm state, peacefulness washing over you the way their hands did on your spent body.

Hidan must have cleaned himself up when you slipped into unconsciousness because now he sat with your head in his lap and hand stroking your hair, "You ready?"

"Mmm?" you murmured gently, lifting your head to see Kakuzu's intense gaze settled on you and his large palms caressing your thighs, "Ready for what?"

Kakuzu's eyes darkened in that way you became familiar with- the look that promised sweet agony, "For round two, princess".

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nanami is a disciplined man, a creature of habit. he wakes up early, gets ready for work with precision, and leaves the house on time. but there is one part of his routine that he refuses to rush—those ten precious minutes before he has to leave, where he gets to hold you, kiss you, and remind you just how much he loves you.

this morning is no different. the alarm has gone off, but instead of getting up immediately, nanami rolls over, pressing his face into the crook of your neck. you’re still half-asleep, curled up under the blankets, but you hum softly when his lips brush over your shoulder.

“i need to get up,” he murmurs, though he makes no effort to move away. his hand slides over your waist, warm and steady, pulling you closer.

“no,” you mumble, voice thick with sleep as you nuzzle against his chest. “stay.”

nanami exhales a quiet laugh, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “you know i can’t,” he says, though he sounds just as reluctant as you feel.

“you can,” you argue, tilting your head up so he has no choice but to kiss your lips next. he does, soft and lingering, as if you’ve got him under a spell. maybe you do. maybe you always have.

“ten minutes,” he whispers against your lips, a reminder for himself more than for you.

those ten minutes belong to you. they always do.

his hands wander, tracing over your back, memorizing the warmth of your skin. his lips press over your face—your forehead, your cheeks, your nose, before returning to your lips like he’s drawn to them. he whispers between kisses, voice low and reverent.

“i love you.”

kiss.

“i love you so much.”

kiss.

“you make it impossible to leave.”

another kiss, deeper this time, until he hears you sigh against him, fingers curling into his shirt like you’ll never let go.

“so don’t,” you plead, and nanami’s resolve wavers. it always does when it comes to you.

“you’ll be the death of me,” he groans, burying his face in your neck again. “if i call in, it’s your fault.”

“i’ll take full responsibility,” you promise, and he knows you’re smiling even with your eyes still closed.

he exhales, pressing one last, lingering kiss to your lips before finally—reluctantly—pulling away. “i’ll come home early,” he assures you, smoothing your hair. “and then i’ll make it up to you.”

“you’d better.” you mumble, already drifting back to sleep as he tucks you under the blankets.

nanami lingers at the door for a moment, watching you, memorizing you, before finally stepping out.

but even as he leaves, his heart stays with you.

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❥ DAY 9. Aphrodisiac! with Nanami Kento

Summary. Nanami has been dealing with a lot of stress at the office lately, and you decided to buy him a naturalist tea that it supposed to help with the stress relief. It seems to help with stress in a very particular way...

Content Warning. Fem! reader, no use of Y/N, all characters are adults, smut, vaginal sex, overstimulation, oral sex (m. receiving), breeding. No proof read, might edit later.

Word count. 2,203.

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You bought a package of natural tea bags for stress relief. Was it suspicious? Not really. You expected them to work? Also no.

Actually, it seemed pretty normal; a simple box with small bags filled with the usual content.

You gave them to Kento when he drank in the morning before going to work. He seemed like usual; tired, with no energy and half asleep.

That was pretty much the reason why you bought them.

The tea was supposed to help him relieve stress relief, that’s why you give it to him before his stressful routine. You didn’t expect to be one of those teas.

“Fuck! S–Stay still dear!” Nanami groans, holding the headboard of the bed with one hand while the other keeps your waist firmly against the mattress as his hips slam aggressively against yours.

You look at your clothes spreader around the floor, you can't even remember when Nanami got you rid of them in the rush of kisses and make out that he put you through.

The lady at the shop gently helped you to look for a tea that would help with the stress that your husband has been having, since you’re a bit worried about his lack of words and how he skips dinner and goes to sleep. You should have suspected of her smile.

It was a damn aphrodisiac.

You cry in the pillow while he keeps thrusting with an animal fiercely, holding the sheets between your fists as his hip bone spanks against your red ass. Nanami groans fill the bedroom with the skin slapping sounds that drive you crazy.

"God— You feel so good today. I couldn't stop thinking at work about you, dear!"

And, that's fucking true, Nanami felt a weird wave of arousal as soon as he landed on his desk. Suddenly remembering how tight that shirt suited you today, he remembered how your nipples poked out softly through the fabric; and that leaded him to remember your bare body, your thighs squeezing at his sides every time he pounded on you and your sweet blush when you announced that you were about to cum—

God, he lied saying that he was sick because he needed to fuck you. It felt like ages since the last time.

When he arrived sooner, you were happy that, maybe, his boss gave him a free day. But as soon as he started kissing you as rubbing his hard erection against your stomach you knew that you’ll be the tired one today.

“P–Please! K–Kento—” You rest your cheek on the pillow to get some air, even if it’s hard to do it with his weight above yours, thrusting hard. “S–Slow down! Fuck!”

Nanami doesn’t seem to listen, actually, he does the opposite, getting a quicker peace that wins a loud scream from you. Your eyes half opened don’t let you focus clearly, although your complaints since you’re used to doing it more gently with him, you love how his tip hits constantly on your cervix like he wants to leave his mark inside you.

When you start whining against the pillow, drooling on it and starting to dig hardly your nails on your palm, you let out a small whimper of pain that startles your husband.

“D–Do you— Shit! Do you want me to stop?”

The thrusts slow down gently until stopping with some shaking from him, he doesn’t sounds like he wants to stop, even his voice shakes in need of more but his delicacy with you stays even though the way he acts right now melts a warm feeling on your chest.

You shake your head with weakness, tightening your core muscles to keep him inside. Nanami lets out a broken moan when you do it, grabbing both sides of your hips firmly and taking a deep breath.

He caresses your back from top to bottom, trying to control his need to keep slamming on you.

“This is because of that damn tea…” He scolds, going inside again more slowly even it’s a higher pain for his body needing to let out all that contained energy. "I can't even feel tiredness."

“I notice it,” You whimper, tasting how sweetly it feels his length entering again, you push your hips back a little for more and Nanami responds by unintentionally digging his nails on your skin. “Fuck— D–Don’t hold back, please...”

Nanami growls in response, he tries his best to go slow for you but even though he slowed down his thrusts, he makes sure to hit every time with enough energy to make your insides clench around his swollen dick.

You start to love this new side of him, letting out his desires to ruin you and take everything he wants. He's a gentleman, and that's perfect, but remembering that that gentleman is turning you into a mess growls a pool on your aching cunt.

When Nanami’s thrusts start to get faster and harder, you start to taste a sweet electric wave around your body as you keep hearing the headboard slamming on the wall.

“K–Kento! I’m… I’m close!” You scream, moaning his name against the sheets and grabbing them between your fists.

Nanami nods behind you, keeping his peace as he starts to feel how the knot on his stomach is about to release. He pulls you closer to him in a harsh movement and starts hitting harder, when you start crying in pleasure is when you feel a whole shiver growing along your body in the high of your orgasm. He keeps moving his hips in a messier way until he moans sharply as you feel a warmth filling your cunt.

You are breathless on the mattress as you feel the cum running down your thighs, thinking that your husband is in the same state but it takes you by surprise when he grabs you by the shoulder to make you lie on your back to look at him towering you in the bed.

He just came, a lot.

And he’s still fucking hard.

“B–But you just came!” You whine, feeling him rubbing his length along your sensitive folds. Making you roll your eyes at the sensation and having to bite your lip to not moan in response. "Kento—"

“P–Please… Fuck, you feel so warm” Nanami moans quietly between his teeths, putting his tip right on your entrance and you feel a cold chill running through your spine. “If you are still tight maybe I’ll cum sooner and the effect of the tea goes away.”

You know that he's inventing all that, you both don't know how long that effect is going to last but you’re not complaining when his tip opens your walls again.

Nanami starts to push and you throw your head back on the pillow with a pained moan, you are still really wet from the previous orgasm, but also damn sensitive. He hasn't even fully entered but yet it already has you breathing hard and biting your lip.

He grabs your thighs to spread them and has a good entrance to you when he starts stroking again, but it doesn't seem to be enough for him. Nanami does the opposite by lifting your calves to put them on his shoulders as he starts to hit again.

This new position lifts your hips a little more and gives him a good angle to hit on your cunt and turn you into a mess of moans, feeling him hitting on the cervix in such a delicious way.

His eyes travel down along your body from your parted lips crying his name; your tits being squeezed between one of your hands, trying to keep them both stimulated; and fuck, the nice view of your cunt squeezing on his fat cock around the white ring of cum around it.

You squirm on the mattress, feeling like a rag doll in the hold of his strong body.

"F–Fuck! Fuck!" You bring one of your hands between your legs to rub your swollen clit to get closer to the second orgasm. Nanami groans at the feeling of your folds hugging him tightly.

Nanami lets go of your thighs on your sides to bend closer to you, but his hips keep slamming on you like he's just started while you already started to feel your body getting sore.

You thought that he leaned closer to kiss you through the thrusts, but he stopped right in front of your breasts to start  sucking on your nipples and let them go with a "Pop!". When his hard thrusts make it hard for him to reach the nipple, he just chooses to suck on the soft skin of your breasts, leaving a dark red mark on there.

His tongue drills on the tip of your sensitive bud, biting it softly between his teeths to make your back arch for more. It's when in one of those movements that your vision goes blurry as your hands fly to his back and start to scratch it with your nails. 

"K–Kento! Yes, yes!" You roll your eyes, feeling his dick strokes on the right spot between your walls "Right there! Yes!" 

Nanami hugs you back to keep you steady as he keeps hitting, feeling your cunt tightening around him. You cry his name repeatedly against his shoulder as he thrusts while you ride the second orgasm.

You spasm under him, trembling and feeling small tears on the border of your eyes as he calms down above you. Even your walls clench around his length at the sound of his hard breathing beside your ear.

"D–Dear… I—"

You interrupt Nanami, pushing him softly to lie on his back beside you. He opens his eyes wide when you use the last remains of your strength to straddle I'm front of his swollen dick, holding the base of it with one hand as you get closer to it.

"Gosh! You gave me two sweet orgasms and you haven't even cum once…" A pout grows in your face, holding his cock to hit it softly on your cheek, loving the way Nanami’s body jumps slightly at the touch.

"Am I that bad in bed?" You continue, passing slowly your tongue flatly from his base to his tip to taste his precum combined with the last of your fluids. "Is that so, Kento? You want me to stop?"

Nanami shakes his head, bringing a hand to your cheek, caressing sweetly as he bites his lip to not scream at the way you tease him with soft licks along his member. 

"No… Don’t stop."

You smirk, licking his tip in circles with your tongue before sliding it between your lips and pull back. You enjoy his cries and pleas until you finally decide to take the most that you can, swallowing with your cheeks as he throws his head back with a growl.

It's been a while since you gave him a blow job, so you forgot how fat his cock felt inside your mouth, struggling to take it all as you jerk the rest with your hand as you lick his tip in circles before taking it all again.

But he squirms so nicely on the bed…

You laugh against his dick, sending vibrations that make him cry softly, you keep going slowly until his hands push you down to take more. You gag around him and he growls pleased, thrusting up to hit the back of your throat, making you cry softly as the sound of his guttural moans fill your ears.

"Yes, yes! You take me so well, dear!" It doesn't take longer until Nanami pulls your head back by tangling his fingers on your hair, leaving a thin thread of drool from his tip to your lip.

You look at Nanami trying to get up on his knees in front of you with your flushed cheeks and fucked out gaze. He pumps along his swollen dick in front of you a few strokes until he throws the thick lines of cum around all your face, falling down along your cheeks, mouth and some drips on your tits.

Nanami groans relieved and fall on his knees in the mattress, looking at you cleaning the rest with your thumb to suck it.

"Don’t do that, let me clean you."

"Why? Is it gross for you?" You ask, genuinely. Stopping to look around for the tissues, but Nanami’s head weight on your lap, his broken breathing hits on your thighs, giving you tickles. 

"No… I'll get hard again if I see you doing it. I still feel some dizziness from that stupid tea."

You giggle, playing with his hair with one hand as you clean the last remains with the dorso of your hand, waiting for cleaning it properly later.

"Don’t call it stupid! You seem less stressed, actually."

Nanami groans annoyed, slapping softly on your bare thigh.

"Maybe, but I'm stressed on what medical excuse I'll have to create for my work."

"Just tell them that something in the morning hurt your tummy."

Nanami hums in response, about to fall asleep on your thighs and you smirk before leaning closer to his ear.

"Since you’re not going back to work… Do you want another tea?"

Can I request a hal x reader x kyle smut os? If so, I would like the plot to be about them all hating each other and having angry sex.

HATE FUCK !

hal jordan x fem!reader x kyle rayner

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀. . . porn with plot. smut. daddy kink with Hal, dirty talk, degradation. fingering, p in v, anal sex, choking, manhandling?

𝗰𝗼𝗽𝘆𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁. . . no copying of my work is allowed. Free translation is allowed as long as I am credited.

𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗴𝘂𝗮𝗴𝗲. . . as I said in my other posts, English is not my first language. I have tried to make corrections with the translator, but as you all know, it is prone to making mistakes, so I apologize in advance for any mistakes or if anything sounds weird.

𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲. . . MY MEN 😭 I could do thousands of one-shots of Hal and Kyle and never get tired of it. Hope you like it <3

One of life's misfortunes is being put in situations that can be incredibly uncomfortable, but sharing a team with two people you hate? That's definitely something you wouldn't wish on anyone.

Since you joined the Green Lanterns, there have always been two people who have tried to make your rise within the corps a little more difficult. Two people who, to your unfortunate luck, were assigned by the Guardians to be your superiors, since you were too new to take on a mission on your own.

Hal Jordan and Kyle Rayner: Annoying, cocky, and more experienced than you. Enough to make you take a back seat on every mission.

They were on an unknown planet, possibly light years away from Oa. When they were in a seedy bar, surrounded by alien life, you wondered if it was right to be a part of it. Was it even worth putting up with them?

— Is this our sector? — you asked as you followed them in flight.

You had the misfortune to be distracted by an alien with disproportionate physical qualities and advanced until you collided with Hal's back.

— Be careful. As long as you're in our custody, what happens to you and your sweet ass is up to us. So keep your mouth shut and fly carefully. — He growled at you.

— It was just a question.

— And if you can't follow a simple order, maybe you should reconsider being part of the team. — Kyle said, turning to you.

Of the two, Hal was usually the more hostile. Kyle just nodded, but sometimes he had the luxury of reprimanding you for nonsense, like now. It was strange, actually, that neither of them would be critical of another rookie, but with you, they would even criticize the way you had to fly or the structures you formed with your ring. You swore that not even Kilowog had been so strict before.

Still, it seemed that the hatred Kyle and Hal had for you also held for each other. For a moment, you thought they were great allies, but it was difficult for them to agree on anything regarding the mission. Unfortunately for you, even if they decided on an ideal plan, you couldn't and shouldn't have a say in it, so if they didn't agree, you didn't care. It seems that it's only when they're on to you that things really pay off.

Frankly, hating them and being hated by them didn't change how easy it was for you to fall into their hands. You always felt inferior to them, both in the company and in bed. Where you find yourself right now: in Kyle's apartment, soiling the sheets.

You were pressed against the mattress. At the same time you were biting the pillow while he was busy pleasuring you with his fingers. He wasn't gentle at all, not even touching you, but that didn't change the fact that it felt good.

The texture of his fingers slid contemptuously over your wet pussy. You were aware of your own pleasure as your accelerated breathing and small moans were the only things echoing in the room.

He was watching you as he always did. There was no hint of affection or love in his eyes, only carnal lust. He didn't like you at all; he just liked the idea of fucking you and leaving you, as he always did.

Hal Jordan was the same, or maybe worse.

— You should have told me that this invitation included a private show.

You quickly pulled yourself out of your state of utter pleasure as you were startled by the presence of Hal watching from the doorway.

He was wearing that aviator jacket you would never admit how much you liked. His brown hair was disheveled, and maybe the effect of lust made you think the wrong things about his choice of jeans.

What was he doing here?

— Did you miss me that much, honey? — he asked. — I had to come urgently just to show Kyle how to treat you.

In an instant, he was standing in front of you. You looked into his deep brown eyes as one of his large and masculine hands wrapped around your neck without choking you.

You always found him handsome. It never mattered to you that he was quite a bit older than you. He was possibly a decade ahead of you, unlike Kyle, who was barely a year or two. As much as it bothered you, being in bed with him made you feel like you had to nod and give in to everything he asked you to do, just because you wanted to.

With Kyle, on the other hand, you used to be a brat: a capricious brat who only wants to please herself and needs to be disciplined to make you behave.

Maybe that's why Hal's hands kept squeezing your neck and Kyle's kept rubbing your pussy.

— Look at me. Only me. Don't think about him. — He told you and began to apply a light pressure that began to suffocate you.

Immediately, Kyle abruptly pulled Hal's hands away from you, trying to get your attention back on him.

— Who is fucking your wet, messy pussy with his hand right now, need I remind you?

You paused to catch your breath, just as you used it as an excuse not to answer the man's question. Since it didn't matter how much they noted that it was only a sexual thing, they would still compete in everything that had to do with you.

Immediately you felt knuckles pressing against your clit. If Kyle had been guarding your hole before, Hal was now caressing your sensitive spot that desperately needed attention.

Your senses begin to sharpen. You begin to fall deeper into the surface of the bed. You feel your vision and thoughts blur with pleasure. The heat beats hard against you, sucking the oxygen out of you.

— Eyes on Daddy. — Hal asked. — I want you to look into my eyes when you cum on my fingers.

— If she cums on your fingers, it's thanks to me. — growled the other.

— We'll see. — He smirked at you without stopping his movements.

You were still. You only moaned because the sensations were so overwhelming that you couldn't even remember the names of the men who were stimulating you. You tried not to look at them and just lay there with your eyes on the ceiling. Soon you came on both fingers, leaving a complete mess on the mattress.

— Enough for you? — Kyle asked, approaching you with the intention of wiping away your tears. — I hope not, we're not done yet. Or what, you think Hal would come all this way just to touch this used pussy?

— Relax, she knows what I want, don't you? — he asked. In return, he put his knee between your legs with the intention of being able to open them again.

— Yes, Daddy.

— “Yes, Daddy?” Is it with him that you decide to be good and obedient? — the younger man asked as he reached into the drawer and pulled out lubricant and several condoms.

He positioned himself behind you, in a position from which he could perfectly observe your ass. Without consulting you, he extended a finger smeared with lubricant over your anal hole. You knew what was going to happen and you couldn't help but feel scared; you had never gone so far as to dare to do it from behind.

— I shouldn't, but I'll try to be gentle with you just this once. You're acting like a complete brat.

Then you looked for a second at Hal, who was pulling you by your hips until you were on his naked lap. You quickly felt his huge erection thrusting into your pussy, which was not yet fully penetrated.

— You know how I like it. — He told you while one of his hands slid over the skin of your breasts. — Tell me how much you love me. With sincerity.

You looked at him and responded as honestly as your conscience would allow:

— I can't stand you. I've hated you since the day I joined the Corporation. You have done everything in your power to make every day of my life more difficult. I despise both of you.

They both smiled self-sufficiently as they accomplished the task of inserting themselves into you from one side at a time.

— Good girl. — He complimented you.

— Always saying what we want to hear.

TAKING WHAT YOU NEED (m.)

tags: afab!reader, no prns, a smidgen of hurt/comfort, soft!simon as usual, established relationship

cw: wet&messy, masturbation(reader), multiple orgasms, riding him<3, u pin him down and he lets u, creampie, simons uncut bc i said so, tiny praise, overstimulation

note: i wrote this against my will it was supposed to be simon bein lazy and making u ride him and do the work and it turned into a sickening beast. please enjoy it. MDNI!

; in which ur terribly horny and neglected for simon but hes so busy and tired u have no choice but to take what u need &lt;/3

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he's been so busy lately, almost distant without meaning to. you still get the sweet little bits of affection he always gives; a kiss to your forehead, and soft hand on your back when he passes behind you in the kitchen, your hand wrapped in his while u watch tv late at night, his hand petting your hair as you lay against his chest in bed.

but you want more, you're greedy.

it's been days since he last touched you. you're not used to the dry spells, simon always willing and ready to fuck u stupid into the mattress until u cant keep your eyes open anymore.

ur fingers simply could never compare to his. he's a man who studied your body, spent the better part at the beginning of your relationship playing with you and learning what exactly made you cum the hardest and easiest -- what your favorite spots and positions were. ur fingers tired quickly, leaving you with an orgasm u knew would be better if simon was the one with his fingers buried in your pussy

what did he expect you to do, honestly? when he came out of the shower with his towel low on his hips? his back to you as he rifled through his drawers looking for something comfy to sleep in, his back muscles flexing with the movement? were you just supposed to be able to roll over and sleep, go take a shower and act as if your panties weren't sticking to you from looking at him?

you wanted him so badly that it actually brought tears to your eyes. you didn't care how silly it was; you wanted him so bad it hurt.

"si..." you whimper, unable to stop how your voice wobbled when you spoke.

his head snaps back to look over his shoulder, brown eyes wide in concern. he briskly walked to the edge of the bed where you crawled to, sitting on your knees looking up at him pitifully.

"what is it, love? what's wrong?" his eyebrows were furrowed as he cupped your cheek, thumbing over the soft skin as his eyes analyzed every inch of you for signs of injury -- a little habit he always had.

"wan' you," you whine, placing your hands flat on his chest, moving down over his stomach where his abs flexed under the ticklish touch.

he scoffs, rolling his eyes before batting your hands away, "thought you were actually upset."

he sounds a little miffed, turning his back to you again to pull out the pair of sweats he had been eyeballing. he lets his towel fall and pauses when he hears you actually whine.

he says your name low in his chest, a warning. whether he actually wants you to stop because he's not in the mood or he just doesn't want to get started with it, you don't know. but it makes you pout a little, flopping back in the bed with a huff.

you hear simon shuffling about, getting changed into the sweats before turning off all the lights, save for a little nightlight you keep on beside you until you're ready to sleep -- on the dimmer side so it doesn't bother simon while he sleeps.

he crawls into bed with a sigh, leaning over where you're still pouting into the pillows to kiss your temple.

"i'm just tired, love," he coos, no malice or annoyance to be found in his voice. his hand comes up to rub your back and you fucking whine again, making him pause, "pouting like this is a little pathetic."

he's teasing you, you can hear the huff of a laugh under his voice. tears prick your eyes again and you petulantly push his hands away to sit up. he's leaning back against the headboard, staring straight at you.

"it's not my fault you've been neglecting me!" you whine, crossing your arms over your chest.

he actually throws his head back and laughs, "neglecting you? 'cause i haven't given you dick in a few days?"

"it's been more than a few days!" you spit back. although he's taking your bratty behavior in stride, you're actually a little annoyed.

he rolls his eyes and holds back a yawn, "you'll live. just...use that little vibrator you've got, it'll get the job done."

he goes to roll over and go to sleep but you make a noise that doesn't sound like your usual pouting -- it sounds actually upset. it pauses him in his tracks and he looks at you through the dim lighting.

"it's not just that," you mumble, flopping forward to smush your cheek against his chest, "i wanna have sex because i like being close to you, si...of course it feels amazing but i like being connected with you like that....'cause i love you."

he's still for a moment before his hand finds purchase on your back, softly rubbing against you in slow circles. he hums in his chest and kisses the crown of your head.

"'m sorry, love," he coos, "didn't think about that."

"it's okay..." you mutter before sobering up and sitting up to smile at him, "u get some sleep, i'm gonna go...take a shower."

he watches you crawl out of bed and root through your drawer, pulling out that vibrator he just mentioned and slink into the bathroom. it makes his heart ache a little but he slowly lies back against his pillow. his eyelids grow heavy as he lays there and before he knows it, he falls asleep.

he wakes again when you crawl back into bed, the smell of soap still fresh and wafting off of you. you keep your back to him as you curl into yourself in that cute little way that you do. it makes him drowsily smile to himself before he closes his eyes again.

but he can't fall asleep. you begin shifting and fidgeting almost as soon as he settles, it keeps him awake. he wonders what the problem is but his tongue feels heavy in his mouth.

you roll onto your back and he hears you sigh to yourself. his eyes crack open and he sees you staring at the ceiling. you glance over at him, not seeing the way his eyes are ever so slightly open.

he watches you slowly spread your thighs and your hand slide under the blanket, watches the way your brows furrow as you begin to slowly work at yourself.

his cock twitches in his pants; as tired as he is, no man would be able to sit there like nothing was happening while watching the one he adored touch themself.

he watches you, vaguely hears the wet, sticky noises of you touching yourself. he wonders if you're just working your clit in tiny little circles or if you've maybe stuffed a finger or two inside to get the feeling of being stretched. his cock hardens even further against his thigh and the sleepiness he felt begins to melt away but he can't bring himself to fully open his heavy lids.

after a few minutes, you make a frustrated little huff and pull your hand out from under the blanket, using a tissue on your night table to wipe your fingers off before flopping back into bed. you don't make another move to touch yourself, instead stare into the very dimly lit room in what he can fully understand is frustration. he even hears your sniffle a little bit.

his heart gives a painful little tug. he watches you close your eyes and obviously attempt to fall asleep. his own cock is throbbing by now and he's sure you're uncomfortably wet.

"got a problem, love?" he asks softly, voice thick and heavy with sleep.

he sees you jump and your eyes snap open before you look at him, looking like a deer caught in the headlights. how cute, he thinks.

"si?" you whisper, "did i wake you? i'm sorry..."

he can actually hear the guilt in your voice as you apologize, "all your tossin' and turnin', not a man in the world woulda been able to sleep through it," you look even guiltier and he reaches out to place his hand over yours that's on your stomach above the blanket, "thought you went and took a shower to take care of that problem?"

you look almost defeated and shrug, then a look of embarrassment crosses your face and he feels the need to click his tongue and tell you none of that, but you speak before he can, "couldn't um...you know...finish..."

he's quiet when you say that. he could tell, obviously. the way you pulled your hand out of your panties and nearly cried in frustration. he huffs through his nose in a noise you mistake for annoyance and give him a sheepish, half-hearted smile.

"sorry, si," you mutter, leaning over to kiss his nose, "i'll be still so go back to sleep, 'kay?"

he watches you lean over and flick the switch to your little nightlight, plunging the bedroom into complete darkness at last. he feels you shift one last time and then nothing.

he should simply go to sleep, he needs sleep. he's got a busy day ahead of him, like always. his hard on is starting to flag from watching the sad little display of you so embarrassed and disheartened. he could easily close his eyes and drift off, get his precious z's in.

but he just can't. knowing that you're going to sleep with sticky panties and completely unsatisfied because you can't seem to make yourself cum despite how badly he knows you need it.

he sits up and leans over you, hearing you make a confused little noise before he flicks the dim little light back on. you're staring at him in confusion but he doesn't offer any answers as he grabs your arm and hoists you out of the blanket you'd nestled yourself under. you let him manhandle you until you're sitting on his lap with him laid back in his pillows still.

"let's get this off you, love," he mutters, hands sliding up the t-shirt of his that you wore.

you make another confused noise but let him strip the fabric off of you anyway, "si..? what are you doing?"

"what do you think?" he asks, shoving the blankets away from him and haphazardly tugging the band of his sweats down so his half-hard cock is freed.

"y-you should be sleeping, si, really--" he interrupts you by forcing you to stand on your knees so he can tug your panties down and off.

you're so wet that there’s a mess of stickiness that clings to the fabric, making little strings that break when he pulls them down all the way.

"fuckin' hell, love," he whispers, his cock quickly hardening completely once again against his stomach, "you were plannin' to sleep while you were this fuckin' wet?"

you look sheepish again, "w-what else was i supposed to do..?"

he grits his teeth because he knows you're right; he hadn't exactly done anything except brush you off and tell you to deal with it yourself. it wasn't like he gave you the green light to ask him for help.

"sorry, love," he whispers, cupping the back of your head to tug you down for a kiss, "shouldn't 'ave been such an ass."

"wha-?" you shake your head, "you weren't, si. you were tired and i was just bein’ too needy."

he huffs out of his nose and grabs your hips, shifting so you sit directly on top of his heavy cock. your eyes roll back a little at the feeling of his hot length against your sensitive cunt.

"nah, was bein' selfish," he mutters, "knew you wanted it 'nd i chose to sleep. you even told me you just wanted to be close with me and i shrugged it off. i've missed you too, love, you know?"

"really?" you ask softly and his heart gives that painful throb in his chest again. had you doubted him? that didn't sit right with him.

"course..." he whispers, biting his lip. he wasn't used to being vulnerable and open with his feelings, so being put on the spot while telling you how he missed you made an uncomfortable feeling stir in his chest.

quickly understanding this, you shift against his cock, grinding your hips back and forth in smooth, slow motions. it makes his head sink back into the pillow; you're so wet that you slide effortless against him, covering him in a coat of slick juices. your motions also make his foreskin slide along his length as well, making him twitch every time the leaky head is stroked.

"fuckin' hell..." he groans through gritted teeth, "c'mon love, you do the work, yeah?"

you desperately nod your head and stand on your knees, gripping his cock to line him up with your entrance. he stops you for a moment with a hand on your wrist, a little glare in his eyes.

"you need prep?" he asks, a sweet little question that makes your heart melt despite yourself.

simon was a lot to take, thick and long. he always bumped against your back wall before he even fully bottomed out. the stretch was a sting that always made you both pause until it went away lest it hurt too much to continue.

you shake your head, "i-i used the toy and my fingers...earlier..." you remind him.

his grip on your wrist slackens at that and you take the chance to slowly and carefully sink down on him, jaw dropping open at the feeling of being stretched so fully by him after however many days.

you're greedy and needy, not even pausing as you quickly descend and take more and more of him in. it's faster than you usually handle it and he moves quickly to grab your hips and stop you, intent on making you take a second to adjust before taking all of him that you can.

you make a strangled noise akin to a sob in your chest and look at him with angry little tears in your eyes. the sight makes him pause and his cock twitch.

you slap his hands away harshly and continue taking all of him despite his apparent protests. he's taken aback by the little show of aggression.

"shit, love," he growls, brows furrowed, "is that how it is then?"

you nod your head and let your eyes roll back. it wasn't very often that you got to ride him, simon was more of a 'do all the work' type of man but this position definitely allowed you to take more of him than you usually could when he had you folded up into whatever positions he wanted.

once you took him as deep as you could, your hand flew down to your clit and with a few little circles and slow grinds of your hips, you were clamping down around him and cumming with a cute little squeal and a gasp.

he felt you soak him with your cum, his eyes locked onto where he was buried deep inside you. when you pulled up, he could see the creamy ring of cum around the base of him.

his head slammed back against the bed as he gripped your hips, your hands on his flexed forearms for support as you began to fuck yourself on his cock with a vigor he hadn't ever seen from you.

you hadn't ever been this needy before. seeing you fucking yourself completely stupid on his cock, only moans and sobs of his name to be heard besides the underlying squish of your cunt being stretched and stuffed.

"fuck!" he groaned, feeling the way your pussy clutched and pulsed around him as you angled your hips just right to hit that tender little spot that made you gush messily around him.

you once again slap his hands away from your hips. he glares at you, preparing to scold you for being such a brat but then you do something that shocks the words right out of him.

you grab his wrists and pin them beside his head on the pillow, using the grip as leverage to really begin fucking yourself back onto his cock. his jaw falls open, little moans and gasps escaping his throat as he watches you work yourself to another peak.

your tits bounce from the way you fuck yourself back on him and he wishes he could reach up and cup them, pinch and roll your hard nipples just the way you like. but he doesn't want to break this little hold you have on him, pinning him down like you think you're in charge. it's cute, really, the little show you're putting on.

it's clear he's denied you so much this whole time that you've simply snapped and now you're determined to get your fill until you've orgasmed so much that your little brain just melts. and he's more than happy to be there, not even lifting a finger and merely being a nice, hard cock for you to cream all over.

he has to admit, it's alluring to see his sweet little love acting so desperate.

he doesn't know how many orgasms you work out of yourself, but it's enough to have covered his cock and thighs thoroughly in your cum. he doesn't mind. you've always been quite a bit messy when he made you cum. but you've never came this hard and this much before. he's not even sure you're giving yourself a chance to come down from one high before you've worked yourself into another.

he's speechless, content to just lay back and watch the desperate show you've put on for him until your movements finally begin to slow.

you go from bouncing on him and pinning him down to grinding against him and cupping your own tits. your body is covered in a sheen of sweat from the workout and he's sure your thighs are fucking burning by now. you're panting and your eyes are half lidded as you stare down at him.

for the first time in a long time, simon feels...small. you had just fucked yourself better than he ever had using his own cock. the thought of that made him twitch inside you and he sees the corner of your lip twitch up and you smile at him. the heady, frustrated, desperate look in your eyes fades and you look so satisfied. the weight that he hadn't realized had been on your shoulders is gone and you lean down.

he tilts his head up and meets your lips in a kiss. your tits squish against his chest and he finally moves his hands from the position you'd pinned him in earlier and he smooths his palms down the length of your back, making you shudder.

"gonna let me cum now, love?" he asks breathlessly.

when you nod, your whole world flips and you find yourself on your back, simon pins your legs open with a rough grip under your thighs and begins working his hips.

it's clear you're painfully sensitive; your clit is swollen and tender, your whole body twitching when he meanly presses his roughened thumb against it. your hands once again find purchase on your tits and you squeeze and tug at your nipples.

he fucks you at a leisurely pace, listening to the filthy, clicking noises coming from the complete mess that you've made of your cunt. your eyes roll back and he rolls your tender little bud under his thumb until you seize up in one final orgasm that makes you kick your feet out helplessly.

“there it is…” he coaxes, tossing his head back to moan when you tighten like a vice around him, “so good f’me. that’s it, ride it out, little love.”

you've no choice but the ride out this final, painful orgasm on his cock as he fucks you through it to his own end. he spills inside you, pumping his hips a few more times, watching his own cum mix with the mess of your own that oozes and drools out of your gooey little cunt.

you flop against the bed when he pulls out, both of you panting and you trembling from the overstimulation.

he flops down onto his side of the bed with a sigh, eyes finally growing heavy once again as his exhaustion catches up with him alarmingly fast.

usually, he would clean you up and fix the mess you both left behind but he just truly can't bring himself to even consider getting out of bed. so he tugs you against him, listening to you whimper when more cum drools out of you from the way you involuntarily clench from the continued aftershocks of your numerous orgasms.

he hums and holds you close, dragging the blanket from the foot of the bed over both of you, kissing your forehead before tucking your head against his chest.

he would deal with the aftermath of the night tomorrow, when you both have clear heads. though, he's sure you're going to be sore. he can't wait to see it, he muses.

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