Jealous Man

Jealous Man

TW: reader is pregnant in the beginning, smut, impregnation, somnophilia, breeding kink (?), language (on my part), jealousy (?), believe that's it

A/N: You may insert any character, reader is AFAB. I kinda like this one, idk why but I'm writing a lot of pregnancy stuff??? Oh well, read with caution and enjoy! :p

He's not a jealous man.

He prides himself on that fact, in the years he's been with you he's never felt the need for reassurance. He's never felt like he's had to compete with any man for your attention. It's not cockiness, he just knows and trusts that you love him the same way he loves you.

And this goes both ways, he's made sure to try his best so you don't feel as though you need to compete with other women. He's polite, kind even, but he has boundaries he enforces each and every time he converses with women.

He makes it clear that he is happily taken, messing with his wedding ring, keeping his phone upright, a picture of you lighting up the screen whenever he gets a notification.

Even going as far as to spray your perfume into the air and walk through the mist, as he's seen you do many times before. One spray is enough, as it sticks to his clothes and mixes with his cologne, a scent you've come to love.

He wears your hair-ties on his wrist, even the brightly colored ones, sometimes he even ties his own hair up with them, or attempts to. Most times he only gets parts of his hair to stay up, his bangs falling back into his face within a few minutes, and he spends the day huffing them away from his eyes.

Other times he manages to get all of his hair into a small ponytail and only a few strands fall out to frame his handsome face. The face you spend nights applying different products of skincare, gushing about what does what and how it'll help his skin.

He's not a jealous man.

He's really not, but something about other men shamelessly staring at you when you're both out for the day just bothers him to no extent. When those men so casually ignore his presence and saunter their way up to you, far too close mind you, just to try and get you for themselves.

Ignoring the big bright diamond on your finger, ignoring the roll of your eyes when they boast so ungraciously about themselves. Ignoring the way you wave them off, forced smiles and politeness, "no thank you"s and "my husband does that just fine, perhaps even better" falling from your lips.

Ignoring the bump in your belly.

The bump that he also prides himself on, the bump that didn't take much convincing of. You both had wanted a baby, a little bundle of joy to care and love. Within the second year of your relationship you both had known you were meant for each other, there was no doubt about it.

Even when other people doubted the strength of your relationship, saying it wouldn't survive past high school, you both had beaten the odds. Through everything you both stuck together, the good and the bad, the terrible fights where neither of you were willing to back down for days until someone brought peace offerings.

The best times were spent in the comfort of your shared home years later, where you both could unwind and be yourselves, not having to worry about anyone else but each other. Creating domesticity in the house of your dreams, memories that never faded and love that continued to grow.

Within the year you both were engaged, you had brought ideas to the table. What you wanted to do before and during the big wedding, who you wanted and didn't want to attend. Work, money, time, and contributions, everything was planned out before the big day.

You both knew what you wanted in life, you both strived for perfection and when either of you fell short of your high expectations the other was there to lift the spirits again. Your aspirations to grow and learn with each other were fulfilled within a year of your marraige.

In the second year you had surprised your husband with a box, a small simple one that held something so big and dear to the both of you. Within that box was a pregnancy test, a positive one at that, and he swore that was one of the best days of his life.

He had cared for you throughout the pregnancy, every mood swing, craving, restless night, shopping trip. He was the perfect man and you knew he'd be just as perfect as a father. He knew he'd do anything for his child, he'd be the best he could ever be, give your child exactly what they needed. He'd strive for perfection.

He wasn't a jealous man, he knew he was yours and you were his.

He wasn't a jealous man, but as soon as your doctor gave you the green light for sexual activities after the birth of your first baby something snaps. It's as if a switch flipped, he's mostly quiet during the car ride home, letting you do most of the talking and only nodding along or smiling at you.

Once you get home, he's tugging you to the bedroom like a child on Christmas. You both have the house to yourselves, your baby spending the day with grandparents, for the first time in a while. As he tugs you towards the room, you can't help but laugh as his childish manners, quickly you're cut off when you're pushed down onto the bed with him hovering over you.

He's not a jealous man, but the grip he has on your hips is possessive, angry almost. His rough thrusts have your eyes rolling back, your hands gripping the sheets of your bed, and loud moans bouncing off the walls.

His cock stretching your cunt so deliciously it makes you delirious, whines, moans, and incoherent babbles of his name fall from your puffy bruised lips. Your pussy has his dick in a death grip, tightening around him with each thrust, trying to suck him back and keep him inside forever.

He honestly had forgotten how fucking heavenly you felt, he's on cloud nine. The lewd expression on your face is almost enough to make him cum, the feeling of your pussy pulling him back in, and the sounds of skin against skin gets him even closer.

But what really gets him are two things, one being the chants of his name, a melody that only you sing so beautifully for him. Over and over you moan and whimper his name like a goddamn prayer, like he's a god.

The second is the possibility of pregnancy again. Just knowing that he can fuck you stupid, absolutely stupid, and in return you give him another baby. He can make a mess of you, have your legs trembling in a matter of hours, and you delight him with another bundle of joy.

And when the time comes, everyone will see you holding your first child and rubbing your growing stomach. They'll know, no man will ever think to make advances again, not when they see just how happy you are with your husband and children.

Not when they see that he has you stuffed full as soon as he's given the chance.

That thought alone spurs him on, it fuels the fire inside him, makes his dick twitch inside you as he makes you cum for the nth time that night. He pushes your legs up so your thighs are pressed against your tits, looking down he can see ring of your cum forming around the base of his cock.

Watching as his dick disappears into your pussy, he groans as he imagines just how beautiful you looked pregnant and how radiant you'll look again. He presses his body against yours, pinning you down against the mattress, and he ruts into you.

He grips the sheets on either side of your head, sweat drips down his temples, groans fill your ear as he buries his face into your neck. His pelvis grinds onto your overstimulated clit, his dick brushing against the sweet spot that has you creaming around him yet again.

Strings of curses fall from his lips as he spills his load inside you, filling you to the brim, shallowly thrusting into you to make sure nothing slips out. He lets your legs go, rubbing your thighs and pressing kissing along the side of your neck, cooing soft praises to you and holding you tightly against him.

And later into the night, when he feels as though your pussy looks quite empty, he raises your leg ever so gently. He wraps his arm around your midsection and toys with your clit, smiling to himself when he sees your breathing sped up.

Grinning like a child in a candy store when he feels your arousal coating his fingers, kissing along your shoulder as he slowly slips his painfully hard cock into your awaiting cunt, which only seems to have gotten tighter despite the previous hours.

Hissing quietly, he keeps toying with your clit as he slowly starts thrusting into you, your small moans coaxing him and helping him set a pace. He knows you're tired, so tired and sore, but he remains gentle, even when you stir from your slumber, whining and mumbling sleepily.

He only shushes you gently, promising that he'll do all the work, telling you to just lay there and he'll fuck you back to sleep. Of course the last thing you do is fall back asleep, you rock your hips in time with his thrusts, helping you both reach your highs.

Ecstasy courses through your veins, even in your sleepy state you're aware of him. Your mind is filled with nothing but him, him, him. You move your own hand down and hold your leg up for him, giving him a chance to angle his hips ever so slightly.

He brings you to your climax after a few more thrusts, pressing kisses to your still swollen lips, mumbling words of affirmation to you, promising to give you whatever you want. whenever you want it. His groans fill your ears once more as his hips stutter and lose their rhythm when he spills into you again, your walls getting coating white.

And imagine his delight when you come to him weeks later with another small box, a positive pregnancy test inside. A few doctor visits later, ultrasound pictures show two small sets of hands and feet. Two new siblings for your firstborn, two new additions to your family.

He's not a jealous man, but he fucks you like one.

Run

TW: Fear, stalking, reader is being chased, blood,the dark forest (it's scary!!), believe that's it!

YourChoice!CharacterxGenderNuetral!Reader

Summary: Running is never easy, but what else can you do when something is after you? A/N: I don't know where this came from, seeing as Halloween is very much over and it's not spooky time anymore, lol. I tried to keep this as gender neutral as I could, seeing as it's my first proper gender neutral fic, I'd appreciate some tips, advice, or feedback if anyone has any :) ty and enjoy!

You're lost.

You don't know which way is which, but you keep charging ahead. Your feet propelling forwards, the only direction you can go. Your lungs burn with each shallow breath you take, your poor legs are sore and ache with every single push off the ground.

What was supposed to be a simple trip to the library has now turned into your worst nightmare. Terror fills the air as you stumble blindly in the dark forest. Branches, twigs, and leaves snap under your feet. You don’t dare look back, fearing you’ll see the face of the monster that ruined your night.

The monster that’s enjoying the chase, you can practically feel the hot breath on the back of your neck. Goosebumps litter your body, sweat runs down your back, the saltiness of your tears and mud is all you can taste.

He can smell your tears, the terror that propels you forward fuels his own body.

He can hear your heartbeat, loud and thunderous in his ears, filling his mind and almost drowning out his own.

He can sense your dread, fearing to even glance behind yourself, not wanting to see the thing chasing you.

He needs to get to you first.

Your mind is blank, no other thoughts except run, run, run.

Keep going.

Forward, zigzag, fling branches behind you. Anything to keep the monster away.

Anything to gain distance.

Anything to stay alive.

You can't go on.

You won't make it anywhere safe.

You're weak, slow, stupid. So, so stupid. What were you thinking? Sneaking past your roommates, slipping out of your dorm room. A simple library trip to get some studying done for the midterms, now look at you.

Running for your life in the middle of the woods, chased by a monster you can't bring yourself to fight.

Stupid, stupid Y/N, so utterly stupid-

You stumble, your foot catching on an exposed root, flying towards the ground. You aren't fast enough to catch yourself, your face makes contact with the ground, and your nose pays the price for your mistake.

You scream, cupping your nose as blood gushes from it. The metallic taste now mixing with the saltiness of your tears and mud. It hurts, your nose is throbbing with each sharp inhale, your lungs tightening with every breath you take.

Get up.

You raise your leg and push off against it to stand but your movements are slower, more uncoordinated than before. You can only stand for so long until you're running again, it doesn't matter where you go anymore.

Breathing down your neck, growling and snarling, pushing you until you can no longer give anymore.

Until your legs are unable to bear your weight and carry you any further. Until your lungs are screaming at you, begging you to slow your breaths down and give them time to function properly. Until your heart is pounding out of your chest, pumping and pumping you full of blood and adrenaline.

Then pushing you some more.

The darkness seems to be closing in on you, both working with and against you. You run blindly now, low hanging branches whipping your cheeks, tripping over roots, and bumping into trees.

You hold your arms out in front of you, as if those alone with stop the attacks of Mother Nature. Stumbling over yet another root, you get whipped again. Your face stings, each cut throbbing as you push forward, thorns scraping over your arms and legs, adding new cuts and more pain.

Your feet ache, blisters form and you can feel blood oozing from your sockless heels, soaking your shoes along with whatever puddle you step in.

You gain speed as you descend the hill, a soft cry escapes as bright city lights glisten ahead of you. They don't seem far, you can make it. You'll be alright, once you're out of the woods you're sure you'll find help. You'll be safe, all fixed up almost as good as new, sleeping in a warm bed where you should be.

Claws coming into view bring you back to reality, you can't stop yourself from looking back but you don't even get to see their eyes before your face skids along the ground. Arms are encircled tightly around your waist, pressing you firmly into the cold forest ground, sharp edges of rocks slashing you.

Once you settle on the ground you're flipped over and a figure straddles you, pinning your arms above your head. You're desperate, tears are running down your cheeks, over the scratches and mud. You open your mouth to scream but a hand clamps over your mouth before you can.

"Don't."

Hot and sweaty, the hand stays firmly pressed against your mouth, not giving you enough space you to breathe, so you do the next best thing.

You thrash; kicking and flailing about like a fish out of water, your arms are still firmly pinned above your head. You buck, kick, even grip and scratch at the hand holding yours as best you can, but to no avail.

"Look, such a shame. You were almost there." A turn of your head shows you the bright city lights, just within your reach.

You could've made it.

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cuteness overload

Tanjiro's Secret

TanjiroxPregnant!Fem!Reader

AN: Multiple characters will definitely be out of their character in this chapter and I am NOT a doctor/nurse so there are probably incorrect medical (?) terms, but I did a little research. If anything stated below makes you uncomfortable please do not read or read with caution as this chapter will contain sensitive topics!!

TW: description of female body, reader starts going through labor, kidnaping, language, blood, and abuse

Warning: This chapter will contain dark themes, please read with caution!!

It's late at night, you should be in bed. Curled up and under a warm blanket, but you can't sleep. You have so many aches you find it difficult to get into a comfortable position for the night. So you find yourself wandering around the mansion, enjoying the peace and quiet.

The moon shines brightly above you as you walk along the edge of the small gardens that follow the walls of the estate. With one hand on your big belly you admire the scenery, it isn't much but it's enough to relax you. The tension washing away from your sore muscles, your poor feet are a different story however.

Your ankles are swollen and your feet throb with each step you take, so you decide it's time to head back inside to the comfort of your room. Another lonely night. Another night you spend inside your quiet room, without the comfort of another.

Another night without him.

You can see him perfectly, his red hair he always asked you to trim, his rough calloused hands that would hold yours during Shinobu's visits, ruby red eyes that looked at you with nothing but love.

Love that you could never reciprocate.

It was her fault. If only she would've stayed out of it, not used the damn coin. If she would've kept her distance, not gone up to him when she did, you would be in her place. You would be Y/N Kamado, not her.

It angers you, knowing that you had a chance. Knowing that you had a shot at a happy life, but it was taken away from you. Ripped away from your hands before you could truly grasp it. Now you are stuck, alone with the possibilities. The dreams you once had, shattered and broken.

Sighing you make your way down the hall and towards your room, but something is wrong. You feel the strong presence of someone but the sharp pain in your stomach makes all your thoughts fly out the window, feeling liquid running down your legs, drenching your clothes.

It's all too much, too sudden, for you. You weren't due for another month or so according to the doctor, not now. Not when he's not there for you, not when you're all alone.

You can’t breathe, as though there’s a heavy weight on your chest, and you’re desperate for air. Desperate to find someone, anyone to help you.

Tanjiro.

You need Tanjiro.

Crying out when you manage to inhale sharply, you stumble blindly in the dark hallway, trying to find a door. Any door will do, anyone willing to help will do, the pain is too much.

Footsteps from behind a voice calling out to you, soft and calm, it’s familiar but you can’t bring yourself to turn. There are hands grabbing yours, enveloping you like a warm blanket. It’s comforting, but not what you truly want.

It’s not him.

You’re not sure who it is exactly until they speak again, "Y/N, please just breathe. You’ll be just fine, I’ll go get Miss Shinobu. You stay right here, I won’t be long.”

Kanao.

The wife of the love of your life, the reason you cannot have him. The person holding you back, practically dangling your happiness in front of you. Taunting you, living the life you desire, with the man you want.

And as she rushes off behind you the heartbreak you feel almost surpases the pain in your body.

Almost.

The contracting of your uterus is borderline torturous, the uncomfortable tensing of the muscle makes it difficult for you to stand up straight, but you somehow manage.

As time passes your contractions get more and more intense, what was once uncomfortable contractions now are excruciating ones. You can't bear to stand anymore, your wobbly legs practically giving out under you. If it wasn't for your steady hand on the wall you're positive you and the floor would've met minutes ago.

A door slides open from down the hall and a hand clamps over your mouth. Your gut twists, your mind screaming at you to move but you can’t, arms encircle you from behind and trap yours against your sides. A man, you can feel his broad chest up against your back and the rough hands holding you in place only confirm your worst nightmare.

It hurts.

It hurts badly.

You’re being dragged down the hall, the hand never leaves your mouth. You can’t breathe, you can’t see, you can’t move. Nothing, you can’t do anything.

You’re dragged and dragged, out the house, into the forest, dragged over roots, branches, leaves. There are gashes, deep ones across your calves. Blood, lots of it, running down your legs, and you don’t know where the blood starts or ends.

You hurt.

Your stomach, it’s so damn agonizing and your captor only makes it unbearable. Never ending, only worsening as you’re dragged some more. Through thickets and bushes, under a fallen tree, until finally he stops.

Something heavy is thrown open and you’re lifted from the ground, the hand finally moving from your mouth.

Scream.

You scream, crying out for someone to help you, finally thrashing and hitting your captor, whoever he is.

He doesn't budge.

Up a small set of stairs, into a cold dark room, he remains unfazed. You’re set down on something relatively soft and chains are cuffed to your wrists and ankles.

Once again, you can’t move. Bound to whatever he set you on, surrounded by darkness until a lantern is brought in. Illuminating your confinement, you see it's nothing but what seemed to be a fixed up old shack. There's hardly anything inside; a makeshift bed, a small wooden stool, and buckets with rags inside. Lots of them.

You turn to face your captor, ready to fight your way out of there for the sake of your baby, only to find him gone and have your blood run cold.

"I see you made it here without any trouble. Very good."

It's her.

Standing in the corner, arms crossed over her chest, lilac colored irises staring into yours. Unfazed, unbothered, almost bored she crosses the small room and stands in front of the bed, right in front of you.

The light from the lantern brightens her eyes and reflects off the shiny hairpin tucked just above her ear, keeping the small strands of dark black hair away from her face.

The same hairpin that replaced the pink and green butterfly one she wore in her youth.

Get out.

As if reading your thoughts she raises her sword, holding it up right against your stomach, the tip of it poking at your swollen belly, "Try and leave, I dare you. You wouldn't make it two steps off that bed, let alone out the door."

You need to get out.

"Besides there's nowhere for you to go. Especially with that thing on the way. You should be ready in a few hours, these things do take time after all."

Venom.

Her voice drips with it yet her faces remains stoic, but she lowers her sword, choosing to hold it loosely in her hand instead. It's terrifying but you manage to find your voice, "What the hell are you doing? The baby is coming and you have me chained to a damn bed in the middle of the woods? Are you crazy-"

SLAP

The sound echoes in the empty room and your cheek stings, tears brim your eyes as you slowly turn your head back to face her, both shocked and intimidated.

"You don't speak unless I tell you to."

All you can do is stare, quivering on the small bed, willing yourself to stay quiet and for your tears not to fall as she slides her sword into its scabbard.

CRACK

This time you scream.

Blood slowly trickles down your hand from your knuckles, slowly running down your wrist and forearm before dripping down onto the ground from your elbow.

CRACK

Another scream.

More blood dripping onto the floor.

"You've ruined everything." She scowls at you and uses the end of her scabbard to raise your chin, forcing you to meet her eyes. Cold, void of any emotion, or what appears to be at first glance.

Her eyes hold emotion and so much of it, running down in waves off of her. Suffocating you to no end, frustration, hate, jealousy.

Anger.

"If only you would've done what we had brought you to do. If you wouldn't have screwed everything up, ruined the very plans we made, you wouldn't be here. Stuck in an old shack, chained to a bed, about to give birth to a thing I now regret letting exist."

Gripping your jaw she tugs you closer so your faces are mere inches apart, "But you didn't, you went against me. Broke the only rule we had made, the one you agreed to never break. You greedy bitch, couldn't you have been satisfied with just our deal?"

Don't answer.

Her jaw clenches and she yanks you closer, your arms bent back at an uncomfortable, painful angle, "This is all your fault." She stops, seemingly to regain her composure, and pushes you back onto the bed, "No matter, you will suffer the consequences of your actions. You and that thing inside you."

You strain at your chains, desperate to be free, "You will not lay a hand on my child." She snaps her head in your direction and raises her hand, you brace yourself waiting for the stinging pain but it never comes.

"Oh, you're right. I suppose I won't harm that horrid thing, I will hold up my end of the deal though. Take it and raise it as my own. You, however, won't have to worry about your end of our little bargain."

A tight grip on your hair had you crying out, raising your own hands to try and remove hers, "You will give birth and I will take the damn brat, I'll run on home, maybe come up with some sob story for you and live out the rest of my life."

Smirking she tugs your head back, looking you in your tear-filled eyes, "You will stay here, with all the wild animals. I'm sure they'll be happy to have you, something to snack on during the day."

Seeing your fearful expression she chuckles darkly, "This damn baby is a product of a love that should never have existed in the first place. You deceived me, but I will be the one to set things right. This love ends with the birth of the child. Once it's born, my problems will be resolved and I will leave you here to rot, the way you deserve to."

"And I don't need a damn coin to figure that out."

Bad Girl

TW: degrading, spit play, breath play, oral sex (male receiving), impact play (light slapping), scratching/ little blood, biting (marking overall), dacraphilia (crying), deepthroating, throat bulge, praising

No names put in but it’s your fav and you, female!reader. That’s really it.

All characters aged up!!

"You're such a fucking brat, you know that?"

Tears stream down your face, lines of black mascara, now ruined, running down your cheeks. Your jaw is sore, still struggling to take his dick in your mouth, but your tongue runs along the shaft of his pretty cock, savoring the weight and taste of him in your mouth.

"Your slutty mouth can't take my dick, what makes you think your little pussy can, hm? I'm gonna have to force my way in again, aren't I? Make you take it again?"

He groans softly when you hum in response to his questions, running your tongue along the slit of his cock, the vibrations of your hums sending shivers down his spine.

“Shit, just like that. There we go, fucking whore. Sucking my dick like some cock-hungry bitch in heat.” He groans again when you hum around his dick, gathering your hair into a fist and thrusting into your mouth.

Your hands fly up to his thighs, digging your pretty nails into his thighs, leaving crescent shaped marks. Your eyes fill with tears as he uses your mouth like a fleshlight, drool and his precum dribbling from your plush lips, more tears now streaming down your cheeks.

His groans fill the room, strands of his hair stick to his sweaty forehead, his head is thrown back, but his hips never stop moving, thrusting into your mouth faster and faster.

Small bubbles of your spit pool in the corners of your mouth, your lipstick is ruined, smeared on both his pelvis where your lips meet each time he thrusts into your mouth and along his dick. His hands hold your head still, continuing to thrust in and out of your mouth, grunting and groaning when you swallow around his dick, coating it in more of your spit, and taking it deeper into your throat.

He throbs in your mouth, his thrusts becoming sloppy, the grip on your hair tightening enough to sting. “Fuck, perfect little mouth ya got. Should use it more often, eh? Shut you up when yer being a brat?” He grunts through gritted teeth when you swallow around him again, reaching down and softly gripping your neck, smirking when he feels the bulge of hims cock in your throat.

“That deep, huh? Imagine when I’m in your tight, little pussy.” He chuckles softly, throwing his head back and groaning when your nails dig into his thighs, thrusting a final time and spilling his load down your throat.

He keeps your head still, his thighs tensing beneath your hands, his abdomen flexing with each ragged breath he draws in, until he finally lets you go, pulling his dick out of your mouth. Your head spins, the lack of oxygen catching up to you as sit there, feeling a mix of your spit and his cum dribbling down your chin and neck.

And, because he’s a filthy bastard, he pushes you flat onto the bed, and drags his tongue up your collarbone, collecting that mix into his mouth. Groaning softly at the taste, he licks it all up slowly, sliding his tongue up and down your neck and across your collarbone.

When he’s done he pulls back, licking his lips and staring you down, his darkened, lust-filled eyes roam over your body, taking in the beautiful sight. “Such a pretty girl.”

“You’re my pretty girl, aren’t you?”

In a daze, you nod your head, your mind spinning at the sudden switch of degradation to praise, but the smirk he gives you makes the whiplash worth it. “Good. Gonna let me mark you up now? So everyone can see you’re my girl?”

He doesn’t wait for your response, he knows your answer already. Instead, he leans down to your neck again and begins sucking and licking different colored, different sized, marks all over your neck. Small whimpers and moans fall freely from your plush lips, feeling his teeth graze your pulse point before he bites down onto it.

Sinking his teeth into your flesh, then dragging his tongue along the imprints of his teeth. He bites more, his teeth leaving their mark on your pretty neck, his tongue dragging across those imprints, soothing the stinging sensation.

When’s he’s satisfied with the marks he’s left, he pulls back, examining you once more before smirking, “My pretty girl, looks even prettier with my marks.” He chuckles when you flush under his gaze, your cheeks burning in embarrassment.

He slowly drags his gaze lower, pumping his cock slowly when his eyes reach your drooling pussy. “God, she’s so pretty. Got such a pretty little pussy on ya, baby.” He slaps his leaking tip on your equally leaking pussy, chuckling at the wet slap slap slap sounds that emit.

He moves closer, hiking your legs over his waist, and resting his cock on your pelvis, tracing a line just above where his tip rests against your tummy. “Look baby, that’s where ‘m gonna be, ‘kay? Remember that.”

He leans back once more, swiping his tip through your folds, collecting your sticky essence, before he slowly starts pushing his way into you, groaning softly when you already start squeezing around him.

“Shit, come on sweetheart. Gotta loosen up for me yeah? I know you can do it, come on. Be a good girl and relax for me.”

He grins devilishly when your body begins to relax under him, finally being able to push his way into you fully, “Yeah, that’s it. Good girl.” He drawls out, accentuating his words with small, slow rolls of his hips.

He can see your pretty mind struggling to hold on, watching as you squirm and writhe under him, your cheeks flushed a pretty red, makeup all ruined, lips bruised and puffy, hickeys and bites all along your neck.

He thinks you look your prettiest like this, slowly succumbing to him, letting him take care of you like this, even if you were a brat sometimes.

Slowly he pulls his hips back, meticulously dragging his dick through your tight pussy, shivering when you clench around him, wanting to suck him back in.

He raises your hips, sliding a pillow underneath you, then slowly rolls his hips back into yours, groaning softly when your hands fly out and grip at his shoulders. He smirks handsomely down at you, the only warning you get, before he pulls your legs up around his waist higher, beginning to thrust into your drooling pussy quickly.

The pace he sets is perfect, his hips snapping against the backs of your thighs repeatedly, the lewd sounds of your drooling pussy and your pornographic moans filling the room. The tip of his cock brushing against the spongey spot inside you, is immaculate.

His hands are all over you, running along your thighs, squeezing your hips and waist, tugging softly at your perky nipples, licking and sucking on your tits, leaving more purple marks all over.

The pace he’s set makes your mind go blank, you swear you see stars, the way he’s fucking you never fails to make your senses go on overdrive. He’s everywhere, giving you so much yet not enough at the same time.

He leans down and captures your lips in a sloppy kiss, spit runs down the corners of your mouth when he slides his tongue in, exploring every inch of your mouth.

He kisses you for what feels like an eternity, only pulling away when he feels your hands grasping his biceps, a silent plea for air. And when he does break away, he rests his sweaty forehead on yours, panting softly as he drills into you faster, using his weight to cage you against the bed.

His hot breath fans across your face, breathing in your scent as well as letting you breathe in his. It’s messy, filthy, lewd— the way he’s fucking you now. Your legs pressed firmly against your chest, his heavy balls slapping against the curve of your ass repeatedly, loud squelching sounds of your drooling pussy echoing in the room.

You can feel your orgasm approaching quickly, the knot in your tummy growing more and more taut. He knows you’re close, the way your moans pitch and grow louder, the way your nails scratch at his back and shoulders, hard enough that small drops of blood run down his back, and the way your pussy clamps down around his dick.

“Gonna cum, pretty girl? Come on then, lemme see you cream all over my dick. You can do it, want some help? Is that what my girl needs? I gotchu baby, don’t worry.”

His thrusts become faster, harder, it’s too much for your little pussy to handle, but it’s not enough either, and he knows that. So, he reaches down and swipes over your clit, smearing your sticky mess all over the little bundle of nerves, and your orgasm hits you like a truck.

The moan that rips from you is more of a scream, your mouth falls open, curses and moans falling freely from your pretty lips, your body spasming violently as your orgasm crashes through you in waves. Your vision is white, you can feel your body slowly slumping against the bed, but a few light slaps across your cheek slowly bring you back.

“Hey, baby. Don’t go out on me just yet. I ain’t done with ya. ‘M gonna fill you up so damn good- hah shit. She likes that huh? She- fucking hell…. likes it when I talk about cumming inside? ‘Bout filling my pussy with cum, gonna empty my balls in you, beautiful.”

His thrusts become erratic, almost frantic. He’s hitting that sweet spot inside you, his thumb never stopping its ministrations on your clit. He’s throbbing, ready to empty his heavy balls into you, ready for you to milk him dry.

Ready to claim his pussy.

“Oh fuck yeah, ready gorgeous? Gonna take it all? Be my good girl and take all of my cum? Won’t waste a single drop, will you? Hah shit, ‘m cumming. Take it, fucking take it.”

And you do, you take all of it, every single drop of his milky white cum, so thick and hot inside you, painting your pretty pussy white. He moans, one low, drawn out moan, and you cum again. Gushing all over dick, a ring of your own cum around his dick, and he hisses through gritted teeth when your pussy clamps around him again.

“Fuck, good girl. You’re my good girl, you did so damn good.”

A smirk graces his handsome features once more as he looks down at your fucked out expression, his hair a mess, his chiseled body covered in a thin layer of sweat, his shoulders scratched up, giving you just a glimpse, an idea, of what his back might look like.

“Now, think your parents heard or can we go another round, sweetness?”

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I kinda see this with Eren or Dabi or Jean…..k bye.

🫶🫶🫶🫶

on a lazy sunday morning, nanami rolls over to hold you, pulling you close. babe wake up, he murmurs, kissing you softly. you stir slightly. mm? you let him snuggle in, pressing your face into his chest with a question. i have a problem, he mumbles quietly into your ear. he pulls your waist close, legs intertwining with yours. it takes you a while before you notice it but you can feel him, semi-hard against your inner thigh, straining to free itself from his boxers. you want to laugh, but it comes out as a quiet hiccup, neither of you awake enough to move too much or speak too clearly.

eyes still closed, nanami nuzzles into your hair. wanna be inside you, he whispers, voice still rough with sleep. you try to laugh again, this time sounding like a soft choked breath. mm 'kay, you murmur back in reply. eyes still closed, you lift your hands up to cup his face, pulling yourself up with the help of nanami's hands, which push your hips up to align himself better with you. he sighs contentedly as he presses himself against you, neither of you moving to take off your clothes just yet. nanami presses his forehead to yours, slowly, taking his time. you can feel him getting harder slowly. nanami grunts as he pushes himself up on his elbows above you, knees on the bed, so that he can pull off your underwear - underwear he bought for you, nanami briefly registers - and slips them off your legs. you kick them lazily onto the floor, hands once again searching the air above you for him. nanami leans into your arms. he presses soft kisses onto your face, and your hands move down to help him pull down his boxers. he leans back again, parting from you to pull them down completely, sighing at the effort. he's almost fully awake now, which annoys him. kento? you mumble a question, eyes opening to see why he's troubled. he smiles at you gently. it's nothing, he says, we can go back to sleep together in a bit. you move in tandem as if you'd both practiced beforehand, your legs widening to let him draw close as nanami reaches for the lube in the drawer, warming it up in his hands before slathering you in it. his hands are warm, his fingers gentle as they push the slippery gel just past your entrance, rubbing you just the right way to get your body ready for him. nanami lines himself up with you, dragging his tip up and down your entrance as a sign that he's about to push in. you relax, and he pushes himself into you - not fully hard, but hard enough to need you. when he's finally all the way in, nanami lowers himself onto your chest, leaning his weight on you, head buried in the crook of your neck. he sighs in contentment. warm, he mutters. you feel good, my love. you chuckle, and this time it comes out as a soft nasal exhale. nanami closes his eyes as he interlinks his fingers with yours.

both of you stay like that for a long while, dozing off once in a while. neither of you are fully awake, but you can feel nanami get harder and harder inside you, slowly growing to the size you are familiar with. nanami groans into your ear, and you smile. you grind against him slightly, hip to hip, and he lets out another groan of pleasure. let me fuck you babe, he mutters, waiting for your reply. he presses himself deeper, trying to convince you, but you don't need convincing. mm okay, you whisper into his ear, and nanami shifts forward slightly, pulling out just a little to thrust back into you, not as forceful as when you are awake, but with enough force that you inhale sharply. you kiss his neck, encouragingly, assuring him that it doesn't hurt, and nanami keeps thrusting lazily, his balls slamming into you heavily with every thrust. you exhale in pleasure, feeling yourself get wetter. love you, kento, you mumble, more awake now, and nanami lifts his weight off you and onto his elbows to kiss you awake. his thrusts get faster, his face crumpled with the need to cum. the bedroom fills with soft morning light and soft pants and huffs from both of you, barely awake enough to speak. kento, want you inside, please, you beg in a shaky voice, and nanami begs himself inwardly to manage his pace. please cum inside me, kento, please, please, you're awake now, hips bucking up to meet his rhythm over and over. nanami opens his eyes fully to admire you beneath him, his voice low and still raspy in the morning. then cum for me first baby, he says, be good and cum on my dick. he gets more forceful as he feels you nearing your high, fucking you through your orgasm as his rhythm falls apart. you feel him press deep into you, his cock twitching violently before he cums inside, spilling his warm seed deep into your womb.

still panting, nanami stays inside you, turning you both onto your side so you can wrap your leg around him. his hand comes to a rest on your ass, locking you both into place, and you smile as you nuzzle into his chest. nanami breathes out. he smiles at the thought of his seed inside you, plugged up with nowhere to go.

five more minutes, baby, then we can wake up and have breakfast.

...ten minutes.

you can feel nanami's smile as he kisses your forehead. okay. ten minutes till good morning, then.

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