Timeskip!kenma X Reader. Fluff. Possibly Suggestive. 500wc Camera Shy

timeskip!kenma x reader. fluff. possibly suggestive. 500wc “camera shy”

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“😳😳😳😳”

“did you see that??”

“he got one of them automatic doors”

“😳👻😮‍😪”

“im getting paranormal activity vibes”

“kodz look behind u!!”

Kenma furrows as he glances at his camera feed.

His door is slightly open behind him, still gliding backwards as the carpet beneath him vibrates with minimal movement from where his feet are planted on the ground. Shadows don’t move within eyesight but when he turns skeptically in his chair he’s met with a sight that makes him very audibly…

- giggle.

“What’er you doing?” He asks unabashedly.

You look up at him from where you’re standing on your hands and knees, eyes cutely blinking up at him as his lazy smile widens. “I missed you.” You frown. “And also I think I left my phone in here.”

“Why didn’t you just…?”

“I don’t want them to meet me in my pajamas.” You whisper.

Kenma glances at his feed, chair positioned just at the angle to hide you behind his lap.

“who’s he talking to?”

“ayeee kodz bout to get that gawk gawk”

“is that a girls voice? 😳”

“kodzuken FUCKS”

He reaches for the shelf under his monitor, grabbing the item and pointing it to the direction of the floor. “Here’s your phone.”

You pout. “Can I stay in here with you?”

Kenma thinks for a moment. As much as he’d like that..

“No.” He tries to say as sweetly as possible.

Your pout deepens, enough to make his heart squeeze.

“I love you.”

Ah,

Kenma pushes the “m” key with a firm click, camera feed catching his back as he turns fully away from the camera, until the back of his chair is nearly blocking the entirety of the view. Text rushes the chat as he bends over in his seat, a sliver of his arm visible as it reaches for something below his lap and pulls it upward - until whatever he’s holding is parallel with his face.

His bangs fall over his face and grazes your nose as his lips mesh with yours. Soft and tender - fitting in a kiss that's as slow as it is savory. His fingers buckle themselves firmly into your jaw as he holds you to his lips, your neck stretching to concede to his grip as he keeps you steady against him, and barely stops himself from deepening the kiss.

There’s a soft smack when he pulls away, another one when he leans in to press a second quick kiss to your lips and then another for good measure.

Kenma rubs his thumb into your cheek. “I love you too.” He pecks you again. “So much.”

“- But you gotta go.” He almost snorts when you frown. “You’re too distracting.”

“Okay.” You sigh.

“We can hang out later, kay?” He lifts his head up. “Can show you how much I love you then.”

He lets you take a moment to snuggle into his palm a bit before you finally turn on your hands to leave, and Kenma smiles like he’s finally made it.

He’s glancing back at his stream when he eyes the chat again, moving the chair accordingly to hide any glimpse of you as you crawl out the door and peeking back just a bit to watch your pajama shorts rise.

He knows he’s fucked when the donation tone dings, 22,00¥ gifted in bits and a message that reads out aloud:

“*SourPls* gf reveal or we riot”

Kenma sighs as he unmutes the stream, though maybe not denying it makes it a trillion times worse. “Sorry.” He says plainly.

“…She’s super camera shy.”

The crowd goes wild.

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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐬 - 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫.

⠀𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘶𝘯𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘺𝘭𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴. 𝘵𝘩𝘶𝘴, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘴𝘦𝘵 𝘶𝘱 𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘯𝘢𝘰𝘺𝘢 𝘻𝘦𝘯'𝘪𝘯. 𝘥𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘮 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘺. 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘺, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘯𝘢𝘰𝘺𝘢'𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘶𝘱 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘵𝘶𝘥𝘦, 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘦 𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘭?

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝗯𝘂𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗺𝗮𝗻!𝗻𝗮𝗼𝘆𝗮𝘇𝗲𝗻𝗶𝗻 𝘅 𝗯𝗹𝗮𝗰𝗸𝗳𝗲𝗺𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿!

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ 01. 02. 03. 04. 05. 06. 07. 08━━ 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝗰𝗹𝗶𝗰𝗸 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱 𝗼𝗻 𝗮𝗼3.

⠀𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚𝙨 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘯 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘯𝘢𝘰𝘺𝘢 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘧𝘦𝘸 𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘯 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘺. 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘣𝘦 𝘢 𝘧𝘶𝘯 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘪 𝘢𝘮 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘴𝘰 𝘧𝘢𝘳. 𝘪 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘺'𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘰. 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥.♡ 𝙚𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙥𝙡𝙪𝙨 𝙊𝙉𝙇𝙔. 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙤𝙧𝙨 𝘿𝙉𝙄.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬

𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮 - 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘶𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘯𝘢𝘰𝘺𝘢; 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘶𝘱 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘶𝘱 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯.

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀! 𝘶𝘴𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘧𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘺.

The night seemed never ending as you and Naoya remained awake, discussing your boundaries and expectations for each other. Usually, around this time, Naoya would be asleep, getting his "beauty rest." However, he is more than willing to stay up for your sake. You allowed him to accompany you to dinner and gave him the best sex of his life. Pillow talking with you was nothing he couldn't do, even if that meant you were yapping his ear out for the last hour or so. 

You informed him about wanting your own space, and being your "fiancé" wouldn't make him entitled to your time. There was a certain way you lived your life, and you wanted to keep it that way, regardless of getting married. Naoya had a very "loud" lifestyle, and you didn't want that to affect yours. Yeah, you did go out almost every weekend, but you weren't as nearly well-known as him. Naoya's prominence didn't bother you as much because your best friend was just as, if not more, famous than him. The same best friend he was being catty with the other day. 

Although you wouldn't mind seeing Satoru and Naoya roast each other, if the two of you were to be serious, he would need to understand that Satoru is your best friend, and that's not going to change. The last thing you wanted was to be put in a position where you had to choose between the two, say if hypothetically speaking, animosity escalated. But, for now, you wouldn't worry much about it because it just seemed like cat and dog beef. 

And lastly, honesty. That was the main thing you wanted from him. You've read most of the articles, seeing what social media said about Naoya. He gets around, which is fine. He's a grown man who happened to be "single," so he's allowed to live as he pleases. Sex is how one interprets. If he sees it as something he did for fun, then who were you to judge? As long as he was clean and getting tested regularly, you didn't care. Though, if your feelings become evident, you would hope he had the decency not to continue with those "flings." If not, you wouldn't be able to continue with this agreement. 

"You're not falling asleep on me, are you?" 

He hummed. "No. My eyes are just closed. I'm taking in everything you're saying." 

"Am I scaring you away?" 

"Haha, of course not." 

"Dammit. I was hoping to find a way out this arrangement," you teased.  

"Sorry, pretty. I can assure you that you're not going anywhere." 

"Why do I feel like that's a threat?" 

"It's not. It's a promise. Also, 'til death do us part. Remember?" 

"We haven't walked down the aisle yet."  

"I'm aware, but we will." 

"Speaking of, are you planning on inviting your family?" 

"Hm, perhaps not my father and uncle. However, I do have an older cousin. I would say I look up to him. He has a son as well." 

"Oh? That's good. I would love to meet them someday. Whenever you feel like it's ready." 

"I think that would be nice." 

"…Hey—can I ask you a question?" 

"Hm?" 

"What happened between you and your family?" 

He deeply sighs. "Although I would love to talk down on my father and uncle, I don't believe now is the time to discuss that." 

"You're right. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to pry." 

"No need to apologize. I intend on telling you." 

"Okay…" 

"I have a request for you." 

"Hm?" 

"Will you move in with me?" 

You pressed against his chest to give him a bewildered look. "Move in? I just talked about wanting my own space, and you're already asking me to move in with you, blondie?" 

"I have four bedrooms with two only being used. You can take the upstairs room. We don't have to sleep in the same bed. However, I do believe it's best for us to live together. You don't want us getting married, then realizing you can't live with me, do you?" 

"Hm, good point." 

"Plus, I know you'd rather live elsewhere than with your parents. You informed me they meddle into your personal life quite often." 

"Well, yeah, but I don't pay bills there." 

He chuckled, kissing you on your forehead. "I don't know if you're aware, but I'm filthy rich. Even so, I would never allow you to pay bills. I believe you're my woman now. So your living expenses will be taken care of by me. I'll have my accountant add your name to my accounts." 

You raised your brow. "Your woman? Haha, time to add territorial on the list as well." 

"I never said I wasn't," he smirked. "How's my proposition?" 

"Ugh. It seems like you keep winning me over. Fine. I'll move in, but don't make me regret this." 

"You won't." 

"I'm serious—Don't hurt me." 

"I won't, [Y/N]. I'm certain of this." 

"Okay—I'm going to sleep now," you said, shuffling out of bed to go to the upstairs room. Though, when you tried to, Naoya grabbed your arm. "What's wrong?" 

"Where are you going?" 

"To my room?" 

"Do you not want to sleep with me?" 

You smirked. "Is Mr. Zen'in catching feelings for me?" 

"N-No. It's just you're already here. Might as well?" 

"Haha, might as well." You returned under the covers, placing your leg over his hips, nuzzling your face in the crook of his neck. He happily clasped you into his embrace. His chest was firm but pleasantly comfortable. Maybe this couldn't be so bad? 

"Another round?" 

"Ha, if you can last longer than five minutes." 

His cheeks flushed. "Well, who's fault do you suppose that is?" 

"Whatever. Let's go to sleep. We have the rest of our lives to have sex. I think you'll manage." 

"Oh? You plan to be with me for the rest of your life?" He teased. 

You rolled your eyes. "Good night, blondie." 

"Good night, soon-to-be-wife." 

-- 

You eventually returned to your parent's house to pack your belongings, preparing for your move-in with Naoya. You felt your anxiety climb higher with every item you placed in a box. This probably has to be the most bizarre shit you have ever done. You're moving in with a man, practically a stranger, and you're set to marry in six months. Yeah. No worries. This is completely normal. You were all about taking risks, but even so, this was over the top for you. 

Can't knock it 'til you try it, right? 

Trying it out would finally put your parent's minds at ease. As soon as you walked through the door, you announced you were getting married. It helped you skip the lecture, and lord knows you did not want to hear your mother's mouth. You were convinced that she was the one that persuaded your father into agreeing with this because she was more adamant than he was. It brought her joy once you told her you decided to proceed with the engagement. She even stopped preparing for dinner to make phone calls to find the best wedding planner. Welp. Time to buckle up for the next six months. 

You didn't realize how much shit you had while living with your parents. It felt as if you were moving out of a one-bedroom apartment. Luckily for you, Naoya hired movers to retrieve your items and safely deliver them to his condo, which you were thankful for. It gave you enough time to prepare to meet with your older sister, Kassandra, for lunch. It's been a while since you last saw her. Maybe two months? Between her profession as a lawyer, mothering a two-year-old, and being married, you could understand how difficult it was to get a hold of her. 

Nevertheless, you were excited to see her, choosing to meet at your favorite brunch spot. 

As you were waiting for Kassandra, she sent you a text saying she'd be ten minutes behind due to traffic on her way to drop off your niece at your brother's Obi house. You said in response that it was okay and to take her time. She would get the same meal, so you went ahead to order for the both of you for the time being. 

Now, you loved your sister. She was like a role model to you, but she definitely took after your mother when lecturing. If you didn't hear it from your mother, Kassandra would ensure that you would listen to it from her. Like the rest of your siblings, she wanted the best for you. You were the only girls amongst your siblings, so the relationship you shared was different. Your sister was the second oldest. Thirty-three, to be exact. Thus, she experienced a lot in her twenties and didn't want you to make the same mistakes. 

Speaking of… 

"Hey, [Y/N]! I'm sorry for being late." 

You stood up to hug her. "Kas! No, it's okay. Ah, I miss you, sis." 

"I miss you too, girl. I know I kept rescheduling on you. Work's been kicking my ass."  

"You done left me in the dust, Miss booked and busy," you teased. 

"Haha, it's not even like that." 

"Yeah, I know. I went ahead and ordered for us. That okay?" 

"Oh my gosh, yes. I'm starving." 

"So, tell me. How's life been treating you?" 

"It's been well but hectic, as usual. Nothing new," she answered. “Hiromi and I are planning on taking a vacation soon." 

"Oh, that's great. Where to? Do you need me to watch baby Aleesha? I don't mind. I miss my niece." 

"She misses you, too. She's like, "where's Auntie [Y/N]?" I always tell her you're out getting drunk somewhere." 

You scoffed. "Kassandra." 

"Haha, no, I'm joking. But we're thinking about Aruba. We're actually taking Aleesha with us this time. I want her to see more parts of the world. Plus, I think she'll enjoy making sandcastles at the beach." 

"Awe, yes. That'll be so adorable. Make sure you send me photos," you said. "And what about you and Hiromi?" 

"We're great. Better than ever. Even though we've been married for six years, it feels like yesterday. He asked about you, too. He wants you to come over for dinner soon." 

"I'm glad that you're happy, sis. I remember it was just yesterday we used to FaceTime, and you would tell me how you hated working together. Now, look. Y'all lovey and dovey and shit." 

She giggled. "Yeah—yeah, you're right. Hopefully, I can say the same for you. So what have you been up to? You know, with the arranged marriage?" 

You sighed. "Girl. Lemme tell you." 

Your entrées eventually came, so throughout brunch, you informed your sister about the wonderful Naoya Zen'in. You told her that he wasn't as bad as everyone thought. The date was actually good, and if you said otherwise, you'd just be lying to yourself. Even if he was undressing you with his eyes, he still gave you his undivided attention as you talked. The responses he gave you weren't monotonous either. To you, he was worth giving a chance, but your sister thought you were trying to see the good in him. 

Kassandra didn't know him personally, but she knew of him. Your sister was one of three top lawyers in the country, the other two being Nanami Kento and her husband, Higuruma Hiromi. Someone as famous as Naoya was certainly passed around when he needed a lawyer to handle his scandals. Fortunately, though, all three passed up his cases due to them not wanting to deal with the arrogant personality they had heard so much about. 

She wasn't necessarily opposed to the arranged marriage with Naoya, but she was skeptical about it. Kassandra gave credit where it was due regarding his profession, but he was extremely good at keeping his bachelor life active. Word got around that he slept with a couple of employees at his father's company. He didn't treat women well either. However, they didn't care how they were treated because, to them, he was Naoya Zen'in. Just him giving them the time of day was enough. 

Of course, that worried you a bit. Your sister has been through some fucked up relationships in her past. It took a while for a man like her husband to come her way, and she knew you also didn't have the best of luck with relationships. That one relationship you had when you were twenty-two really hurt you. Your ex just left without a word, not hearing from him since. Although Kassandra wants you to be happy, she can't help but think you have poor taste in men. 

"Kas, you do know this is an arranged marriage, right? I didn't pick him out. Mom did." 

"And I'll talk to her about that. But you did decide to give him another chance. Last thing I want is some random woman coming up to you to have that "I'm coming to you as a woman," bullshit," she remarked.  

"He seems too blunt to be a liar, so if he had some fling going on, I'm sure he would tell me." 

"Does he know about your fling?" 

"W-What fling?" 

"With Nanami Kento." 

"Have you and Satoru been gossiping on the phone again?"  

"Haha, I'll take that as a yes." 

"Take it as a no. We only had sex once, and it was like three months ago. We flirt, but it's nothing more than that, and I'm planning on keeping it that way." 

"Yeah, yeah. Whatever," she mocked. 

"Yeah, yeah. Whatever, nothing. Please, can we not talk about Kento?"  

"Kento? Ha, okay." 

"I thought you were supposed to be the older sister." 

"I am, I am. I'm just messing around. Back to Naoya. When y'all get comfortable, I want to meet him. Make sure to bring him over for dinner." 

"Oh, gosh. So I have my lawyer sister and lawyer brother-in-law interrogate him?" 

"You got it." 

"Ugh. I love Hiromi, but I know how he is." 

"Hey, he doesn't play when it comes to his sister-in-law," she smirked while stuffing a waffle in her mouth.  

"Fine," you groaned. "Anyways, you're coming with us to find a wedding dress, right?" 

"Duh, I wouldn't miss it for the world." 

"Thanks, Kassandra. Make sure you bring Alesha, too. It'll be like a girls' day for us. Mom, grandma, and Auntie Sheila will be there." 

"Sounds good to me." 

-- 

It was nice catching up with your sister. You wished it was longer, but you knew she had to return to her busy life. Luckily, you would see her for dinner and dress shopping in a few weeks. After brunch, Naoya sent his personal driver to pick you up to escort you back to your new home. He informed you that all your belongings had been delivered to his condo, so there was no reason for you to return to your parent's house. 

As you were in the backseat of the car, your mind began to wander to the words your sister spoke. That one "relationship" she was referring to when you were younger. Yes. It hurt you, not as much, but it did cause you to be avoidant. You told the guy you loved him, and he left the next day. You were dating for nine months. He didn't even give you the respect to explaining why. You refuse to refer to it as a relationship because it was so long ago. 

You had to move on as if it never happened. 

You made it to your new apartment building. The driver parked at the entrance, exiting the vehicle to aid you out of the car. The sounds of your expensive heels treading the granite porcelain floors echoed the lobby. You gave the receptionist a smile, but the way she greeted you threw you off. 

"Good afternoon, Mrs. Zen'in. Mr. Zen'in wanted me to give you this keycard. It's an access key to your apartment and the amenities located on the premises." 

Mrs. who? 

"Uhm—thank you. I appreciate it," you uttered, continuing to proceed to the elevator. You couldn't help but think Naoya told the receptionist to address you as such. Stepping into your new home, you thought, "Yeah, this will be a long six months." As you walked in, you were immediately met with Naoya, standing shirtless in the kitchen while making tea. 

"Well, hello there, doll. Don't you look gorgeous." 

"Don't you mean, Mrs. Zen'in?" you mocked. 

"Ah, yes. I see the receptionist has followed my request. I'll be sure to thank her."  

"You wasted no time, huh?" 

He walked up to you, pressing his chest onto yours while ghosting his lips over your ear. "Of course not. Since this arrangement is happening, I need the world to know that you're my woman." 

"Hm, is that so? How're all your other women gonna take that?" 

"Haha, I don't believe I have any other women. It's just you. Why would I need to go elsewhere after the wonderful time we shared a few nights ago—Mrs. Zen'in." 

You smirked. "You're getting better at using your words, blondie." 

"May I kiss you?" 

"You may." 

He titled your chin up with his index finger to examine your face. There was something about those pretty full two-toned lips he couldn't get enough of. The first kiss you shared, he allowed you to take control, but this time, it was his turn. He sensually grazed his tongue along your lips before swiping the muscle into your mouth. Your tongues immediately connected, groaning from how delectable you tasted. The kiss was short and sweet. However, it was enough to wake up his needy friend. 

"I can definitely get used to this," he cooed. "Perhaps we should head to my bedroom or yours? Either works for me." 

You giggled. "Perhaps not. I said you can kiss, not fuck me. It's time for you to get to know me, fiancé." 

He pulled you over to the couch, grabbing your legs to place on his lap as your back rested against the armchair. "Okay, fiancée—Enlighten me." 

tags --  @dejwrites@captaindsina @getosubaru@tojissword@theehcneypot@nova-siims@gardenof-venus@unsatisfiedanddisappointed@pyschopotatomeme @caribbeanwifey19 

James Joint

Pairings ୨୧: underground Streetfighter/gang member! Draken x chubby!ring girl

Encapsulation ୨୧: Draken only has you in the back of his mind while fighting, so why don’t you give him a reward( win or lose)

Warnings ୨୧: smut, voyeurism, filming with and without consent, Olympus position( standing fuck), missionary position, oral fixated reader, the word daddy is used twice, oral( f & m receiving), breeding, cumming inside of mouth, grower Draken, cervix fucking, fingers in mouth, food play( lollipop), Violence displayed, praise and degradation, exhibition at the beginning of the make out section, shin is alive( I will always have him alive, sorry not sorry), everyone else is alive and with their timeskips respectively, ooc Toman ofc, Baji is alive and well just won’t participate in such activities like that.

Word Count ୨୧: 9.6k

18+ Hotties Allowed

Link to Ao3( if you want to read here)

This is for my Anti collab

The sunset was shining through the glass window hovering in front of your bed. The curtains were moving back and forth, the whisper of the wind flowing. When you took a deep breath your nostrils were filled with the smell of summer and you enjoyed it.

The bed covers slipped off your shoulders as you yawned. It was the start of the day. You had work today and honestly you were excited to go. It’s Toman vs. everyone night. The night could end in a hassle. It could maybe end positively or negatively.

You honestly were excited because of the little outfits you get to wear. The more skimpy the better. Your were a vixen who knew how to play dumb when convience is rising in depth.

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— A BLESSING IN DISGUISE FT. EREN JAEGER !

☰ synopsis: eren has an annoying habit of going back on his word. this time however, you’re more than glad that he does.

contains: female reader, penetrative sex, period sex, smallest bit of fingering, praise, established relationship. reader is a lil in their head. one mention of blood and pregnancy. 2k words.

you know better than to believe a single word that comes out of eren’s mouth.

not that he’s a liar per se—there’s no malintent behind his actions, especially when it comes to you. it’s just that, he can often be found saying, and doing the opposite of what he really wants.

like yesterday, for instance. he made himself nice and comfortable on your side of the bed—tossing pillows and destroying neatly tucked sheets as he swore up and down that he was simply keeping it warm while you did your skincare. fifteen minutes of pampering later, and there’s a small dark spot forming right beneath the mouth of your now fast asleep and immovable boyfriend.

add that to his already lengthy resume—filled to the brim with reassuring promises of nah i’m not hungry, i’m not sleeping, i don’t care where we eat, and your personal favourite, i don’t even get cold—and there you have it, a bad habit. you know better, though. he is hungry, he’s about to fall asleep, he’s not in the mood for burgers, and he can’t even feel his ears and fingers anymore.

you’re well acquainted with this habit. you know better than anyone how annoying it is. even so, eren can make it seem like a blessing in disguise.

“i said no,” you huff, firmly pressing a wet hand against his chest as you peer out from behind the dark grey shower curtain.

you watch as a few water droplets run down his chest—mocking you as they inch lazily along the ridges of his abs, ultimately disappearing as they absorb into the waistband of his sweats. in that brief moment, you second guess your answer.

“come on, there’re benefits y’know,” he hums, wrapping a hand around your wrist and pulling—a smug attempt at coaxing you out from behind the pesky fabric. he semi succeeds, forcing your free arm to cup your breasts as you stumble forwards a bit.

benefits, huh? you make a mental note not to be alarmed if you see can i still have sex with my girl when she’s on her period in his browser history at some point.

“eren,” you wince, feeling that infamous throb in your lower abdomen. his gaze softens ever so subtly upon noticing, and he’s quick to loosen his grip—non verbally telling you to shuffle back into the hot water. “we are not having sex while i’m on my period,” you mumble, “dream on.”

you’re not against the idea—hell, you’re famous for pouncing on any and all opportunities that involve him fucking you. however, your worry stems from the inevitable mess you’d make on him. the last thing you want is to gross him out.

“fine, just lemme in,” he pouts, crossing his arms over his chest and leaning his head against the wall right outside the shower. “i’ll behave.”

“yeah, right,” you smile to yourself and roll your eyes as you reach for your body wash—vanilla coconut, eren’s favourite. surely he won’t mind. “behaving isn’t really one of your strengths.”

“but making you feel good is,” he hums. you don’t need to look to know he’s sporting that infamous grin, but something possesses you to turn around anyways—and there it is, ear to ear as he leans his head past the curtain and eyes you up and down.

you don’t feel your best, and you’re certain you’re not looking it either with all those lingering pms symptoms—it’s day one after all. eren however, is staring at you like you’re the most gorgeous being to grace this planet. you’re not sure whether to attribute it to his hormones or yours—but that insatiable glint in his eyes is indisputable, and hot.

a long, drawn out sigh falls from your lips as you turn your back on him again, continuing to lather yourself up. he watches silently, waiting for what he knows is coming. you’re going to kick him out of the bathroom in five. four. three. two.

“are you coming or not?”

one point eren. he rids himself of his clothes in a matter of seconds—not that he was wearing all that much to begin with, but it probably broke a record for something, somewhere. he’s standing behind you now, tugging at your hips until your back is flush with his chest. his chin digs into your shoulder as he wraps his hands around you, rubbing them dangerously low on your tummy. you smell so good, and your skin is so soft and warm—every ounce of self control he has is working overtime.

“eren,” you warn, feeling his lips start to leave open mouthed kisses along your neck. you have to lie to yourself—filling your brain with the worst possible outcomes. if you don’t, you’ll be the one to lose control, and then you’d really be fucked—in more ways than one.

“just relax,” he hums, dropping his hands lower and pressing a palm against the plush skin right between your hip bones—simultaneously grazing his fingers against your folds. “i’ve got you.”

whether or not that was intentional is up for debate—but it was you squirming nonetheless. you tug your bottom lip between your teeth as a precautionary measure, letting yourself lean back against him. that dull ache from earlier—you’re sure it’s still there, you just can’t feel it anymore because you’re too focused on him.

“tell me if you want me to stop, ‘kay?” he whispers, warm breath fanning over the shell of your ear as he gives your hips a light squeeze. he settles a hand back between your legs, pressing the pad of his middle finger against your clit and circling it slowly.

“e-eren,” you choke out, craning your neck to the side in hopes of seeing his face.

“mm, yeah baby? feel good?” he shifts his gaze to you, charming smile glued to his lips as he runs a finger along your slit a few times—focusing back on your clit with a faster pace. he’s pretty, baby hairs clinging to his forehead and cheeks tinted a light pink—either the heat of the room is finally getting to him, or you are. his movements are rather simple, but they have you nearing orgasm already. you chalk it up to his sweet talking, or maybe it’s those damn hormones—oh, yeah.

curious, you tilt your head downwards. will eren have blood on his fingers? will he stop if he does? and what if he—

“hey,” before your eyes can even make it between your legs, he’s placing a hand on your throat—forcing you to lean back against his shoulder and look at him as he peers down. “don’t worry about it,” he mumbles, rubbing his thumb on your skin, “gonna fuck you either way, y’know that, right?”

“please,” you whimper, squirming until you’re free from his grasp, “i need you.” you turn to face him for the first time, snaking your arms around his neck and kissing him. you can feel him smirking against your lips, and if you had to guess—you’d say he’s amused by how eager you’ve suddenly become.

“i must be dreaming,” he throws your comment from earlier back at you, words muffling into your mouth. you’re not immune to his smugness, even in your desperate state—you wrap a hand around his cock, running your thumb across the tip.

his breath hitches, and the movement of his lips against yours falters briefly as he groans into your mouth. your power trip ends almost as quickly as it starts though, because now you’re being pressed against the cool ceramic as eren slips his tongue into your mouth.

“fuck,” he hisses, wiping at the little string of spit that hangs from your bottom lip as he pulls away. he hooks an arm underneath one of your legs and lines himself up at your entrance, peering up at you with hungry eyes. “hold on to me.”

you gasp in unison as he pushes the head of his cock into you, absentmindedly digging your nails into each other’s skin. he rests his forearm just above your head, more or less letting his hips do the work—though his pace is slow, presumably from him not wanting to go too hard.

you on the other hand, have to bite your tongue to prevent yourself from begging him to go harder. instead, you do it yourself—or at least you try. the position he has you in makes it rather impossible for you to gain any type of control, but you buck and twist your hips nonetheless, searching greedily for more.

again, eren is amused by this, flashing a devilish grin at your meager attempt to get yourself off on his cock—how adorable. he’s not an idiot, though. if this is what you want, it’s what you’ll get.

he thrusts into you, harder, faster—brows pulling together in concentration as he stares down at the spot where you connect. shit. on instinct, you tilt your head forward.

“don’t,” he growls, wrapping a hand around your throat again, a little rougher this time. “eyes on me, baby. only me.”

he holds your gaze, savouring the way your face contorts with each drag of his cock, the way your strangled moans echo off the walls—he’s on fire, and not from the blazing atmosphere of the room.

“fuckk,” he drawls, throwing his head back and squeezing his eyes shut. he’s close, but he needs to make you cum first—because his research also informed him that while low, there was still a risk of getting you pregnant. so, he’s going to pull out.

“eren, i’m gonna—hah,” you whimper, like music to his ears. the knot in your stomach tightens, but —you hold back, denying yourself the pleasure of cumming. all you can think of, is the crime scene that would appear below you.

“let it out, baby,” he chimes in, fully aware of how close you are. you’re clamping down on his cock, making it incredibly difficult for him to keep up that heavenly pace—but you know that ultimately his determination beats yours by a landslide. he rests his forehead against yours, tunnelling your vision even more. “cum for me,” he pants, “you deserve it, s-such a good girl.”

you can’t help it. you tilt your head back as your walls flutter around his cock, and he sees that as an opportunity to kiss and nip at your throat. he’s babbling strings of praise into your skin—feeling nothing but pride as you cum on him.

he barely pulls out in time, instantly shooting his load onto your torso as he fists his cock. his smile is lazy as he gathers a bit of his cum on his middle and index fingers, bringing them to your lips and almost cumming a second time as you stick your tongue out.

“fuck i love you,” he grunts, feeling the vibrations of your moans as you suck his fingers clean. he pulls you under the steady stream of water and kisses you—meticulously twisting and angling your bodies so that any remnants of mess, both his and yours, will never be seen by you.

“feel any better?” he asks, biting his black hair tie between his teeth as he tugs his wet hair into a much neater, but still somehow dishevelled bun.

“yeah,” you mumble, clinging to him for balance. you’re not sure when all the feeling disappeared from your legs, but it did—in the same way that your cramps have ceased to exist, for the time being at least. “so much for behaving.”

“c’mon,” he pauses as he reaches for the handle, making sure to keep an arm wrapped around you. “you just said you feel better.”

you stare at him blankly, hoping that if you do this long enough, he’ll be able to read your mind.

“what?” he tilts his head, searching your face for clues. only when you guide one of his hands onto your tits does he realize. “you need more, baby?” he grins, running his tongue along the inside of his cheek. “want me to make you feel the best you ever have?”

he’s def on twitter after this quoting the real men don’t mind getting a little blood on their swords thing ew (i like and rt it)

Hey there! I'd like to request a drabble were Adrian is in a modern setting, he mets a girl in a club, there's attraction at first sight, they dance together (👁️👄👁️🔥🔥) and end up hooking up (is up to you if you want to make it more spicy!! I'd be glad to read whatever you want to write) (also, would love if he calls her "baby" 😫👌🏻), they keep in touch afterwards and end up together after some dates.

Thank you!!! 🖤

Forest Fire*

She reduces him to this every time; mindless, instinctive, forest fire consuming him all over again.

Alright, let’s do spicy. *CW: smut, smut, and more smut. This is descriptive as hell. Minors DNI. [Modern!Alucard] [She/her]

Special tags @kiatheinsomniac @dahlias-love 🤍

Adrian had found her at the club, of all places. She had on a skimpy little number—a black mini-dress that clung tightly to her body in all the right places. He remembers enjoying the feel of it, the smooth satiny material of it in his fingers.

Even then she was magnetic. Like gravity, they were pulled to each other by waves of sweaty, dancing bodies. Heavy music blasted through gigantic speakers, and through the haze, he was sure an invisible string of sorts pulled him to her or her to him or maybe both all at once, but one thing was for certain—they’d found each other through drunken blur and the mutual attraction was almost instantaneous. He’d never felt that way before.

It was electric when she’d stumbled and her back hit his chest, pure fire when their skin touched. It wasn’t long before they were in each other’s spaces, bodies swaying, writhing, and grinding to the beat of the deafening bass as if nobody else but the two of them existed—the tipsy woman, tiptoed with her arms snaked around his neck; Adrian with his hands lost in her hair, lips slanted against hers.

Eventually, in a move his friends would’ve sworn was uncharacteristic of him, Adrian had invited her over to his home. The entire evening was a once in a blue moon thing for him. The club wasn’t his usual scene, but his good friend Sypha had practically dragged him there only to then end up apologetically leaving him for some guy she met there. Some Trefor, Treffy or something. It was alright with him, they seemed to like each other.

When he had invited the woman in black, he had also wholly expected her to decline. She really looked like she would too, what with the way she bit her bottom lip and appeared to have thought about it despite her inebriation, but somehow—perhaps in a move that was also uncharacteristic of her—she hadn’t. She had said “Sure, why not?” as nonchalantly as she could muster, and soon they’d found themselves tangled once again, in his bed.

Just as they are now.

It’s been three weeks since they started officially dating, four since they met. The fire hasn’t cooled; if anything, it only spread further, passionately consuming anything and everything in its wake. Their every meeting often ends with them wrapped up in each other, melted together in a forest fire, singed yet so alive. And each time, he’s left wanting to play with fire, wanting more.

Adrian draws faint little figures on her bare back with his fingertip, making her shudder. She twists to face him, dragging the covers up her nude body to fight the chill. “Again?” she asks with a sly smirk, flippant.

Hell, he takes it absolutely seriously.

He chuckles at her. “My, how insatiable.” I can’t get enough of you, you sly woman.

“Mmm,” she murmurs against his skin, lips already dragging down his chest, her perilous trajectory sending a wave of heat down his nether region.

But then she stops and shudders again. “Jesus, Adrian, you might as well be undead. How cold is your bedroom?”

It is a little cold, he’ll give her that.

“I might be,” he quips with a smirk, and then he grasps the back of her head, forcing her to look up at him, and his voice goes lower, deeper. “But I can warm you up.”

And just like that the fire is lit again, and then he’s telling her, commanding her, “Keep going.”

She nearly moans at the way he’s rasping his words. How she loves it when he’s domineering.

She’s on him in a second, continuing her slow and sensual trail of kisses down his chest, hands caressing the hard muscles of his abdomen along the way, enjoying the way his breath catches in his throat when her lips reach just above his hardening length. She grasps him then, glancing up at him, and he twitches in both her hands, fully hard now.

She starts with slow, tentative licks up his smooth shaft, maintaining eye contact. She doesn’t miss the way his eyes roll back into his skull at every long flick of her tongue against the head of his cock, at her every slow pump or the way he is gritting his teeth as she begins tentatively taking him in her mouth.

Adrian groans as soon as she starts bobbing up and down halfway through his length; finally, finally increasing her torturous pace. He watches her with heavy-lidded eyes, crimson fire lit behind them, desire deepening in his core. And then she does something, a suck and then a swirl of her tongue? a swipe up? he couldn’t even tell, but it has him grasping her hair hard, moaning her name softly, ordering her to go deeper.

She does as she’s told, swirling her tongue around his head again before taking him fully in her mouth until her lips hit the base of his cock. It’s with some kind of masculine pride that Adrian chuckles darkly at the way she gags a little at her futile attempt to take his entire length all the way.

But it’s starting to feel too good, way too good—“Baby,” he hisses, tugging her hair back, freeing his cock from her mouth with a wet plop, a string of saliva connecting her plump lips to his tip. “Stop; that’s enough,” he pants, sweat starting to collect around his temple.

Adrian takes a minute to recover from his near bliss, and then he’s clenching his jaw and patting the space next to him. “Come here.”

If she only knew how much it’s taking all his willpower not to fuck her then and there.

Not waiting for her to move, Adrian hauls her off his lap and flips her onto her stomach. She would be lying if she said goosebumps didn’t litter her skin at being so blatantly manhandled.

“On your knees,” he almost growls. “Now.”

Tsk. “No, keep your chest down,” he instructs, and she instantly follows. “That’s it; good girl.”

She nearly moans. If she actually had on underwear, her excitement would have had her soaking through it.

He’s behind her next, hauling her ass higher up in the air while keeping her chest down with a heavy hand on her lower back. Then the little minx dares to wiggle her ass at him eagerly, prompting him to smack it red.

“Ah!”

“Impatient girl,” he reprimands her half-heartedly, sending her giggling into his bedsheet, and then he gathers her wetness with two of his fingers, spreading it all over her moistened slit. He’s barely started yet he already has her quivering, moisture nearly dripping out of her, her impatience apparent.

He has the urge to enter her then and there, but he reins himself in. He looks at his handiwork and smirks to himself. “My, look how wet you are for me.”

That’s about the only warning she gets before his tongue is pressing flat against her slit, lapping at her, driving her mad.

He presses his face harder against her pussy, tongue skilfully flicking, lapping and sucking on her throbbing clitoris until he has her squirming, begging for release—“Adrian! Oh! Adrian, please! I’m…!”

Adrian hastily pulls back and replaces his mouth with his thumb, drawing sloppy semi-circles around her swollen nub. He barely lets her breathe before he’s simultaneously plunging his index and middle fingers inside her next, pumping his curled fingers with wild abandon until she’s screaming, until she’s slipping over the edge, creaming all over his fingers, the squelching of her pussy over her desperate moaning sounds like music to his ears. “Oh my god! oh my god!” she cries again and again until she’s trembling all over him.

“That’s it. Good girl, good girl,” he praises her, leaving sweet little kisses on her skin.

Beautiful. She’s beautiful. He could watch her come undone forever.

She’s flat on her stomach by the time she comes down from her high, spent and terribly satisfied. His cock twitches at the sight of her, hair splayed all over his bed, cheek pressed against it, still shuddering from pleasure. It gives him so much satisfaction to know he fucks her so thoroughly each and every time.

He gives her some time to recover before he’s pulling her up against his hard chest with one arm around her full breasts and the other gripping her neck. His hand wound lightly around her throat feels her gasp more than he hears it, and he leans in closer, closer to taste the skin of her nape, nipping and suckling as he rocks his hips against her ass, her dripping cunt coating his cock wet as he slides his hard shaft up and down against her drenched slit. What he would give to just sink into her right now.

She twists around and he meets her halfway to catch her lips with his own, breath hitching in their throats, tongues clashing and dancing against each other. They lock lips and mindlessly grind against each other until Adrian couldn’t take it anymore.

“I’m going to fuck you now,” he declares, voice dangerously low, his moistened lips whispering against her ear. “Would you like that, baby?”

“Yes!” she nearly screams. “Yes! Please, please, Ad—”

That’s all he needed to hear.

He plunges deep inside her in one fell swoop, sheathing himself to the hilt before she could even finish her begging. And then he stills and stays there, locked together in her warmth, buried deep, sheathed down to his balls, and he savours her wet, velvety heat with a soft hiss. She just about shudders in his arms, gasping at the way he stretches her pussy completely, enjoying the calm before the storm, anticipating the pounding she knows she’s about to receive again.

And then Adrian begins bucking into her heat mercilessly, the one arm around her chest dropping down to her waist to keep her anchored, her back arching against his chest. He tightens his other hand around her neck as he pounds into her pussy, her breasts bouncing freely with his every hard thrust.

The loud slamming of his cock inside her seemingly reverberates around his otherwise quiet room, and he’s all consumed by her again—the sound of her moans, the taste of her skin, the feel and pull of her tight, spasming cunt around his cock as he runts in her like his life depended on it.

And then the heat is unbearable, threatening to erupt again, and he chases it. He pushes her down on her forearms, grabs her by her hips and fucks her roughly until she’s screaming, until she’s writhing, until it’s—too much, it’s too much, Adrian, oh God, don’t you stop—until she is forced to cum for the second time, all but convulsing around him, her pussy contracting and milking him for all he’s got. And then he follows her, panting, sweat dripping, cock stiffening inside her before he squirts deep within her heat, her name falling off his lips.

When he pulls out slowly, he watches his cum pool around her entrance and slowly drip out. He could fuck her all over again just for that.

Fuck.

She reduces him to this every time; mindless, instinctive, forest fire consuming him all over again.

He could get used to this, he realises.

using the safeword with toji

tags. rough dom → soft dom toji, fem coded reader, lots of fluff, domesticity, hurt/comfort, protectiveness, body worship, passionate toji, hardcore fucking → soft safe sex, reassurance, cuddling, intimate aftercare.

notes. ib this audio 🎧 (nsfw, headphones required) we need to start seeing soft toji some more 🤧😩

you didn’t mean any harm. all you were doing was sending some flirty texts and pictures to your husband while he was away at work. you missed him so much and thought about him all day, all needy for his attention. but when he finally came home, his reaction was not what you were expecting at all…

“the fuck were you thinking? you know my boss almost saw your pictures, right? and if i had to get up from my desk, that fucker could’ve seen what you do to me. you know how humiliating that could’ve been for me?”

the way toji slightly raised his voice at you sent a shiver down your spine. you could feel the outer edges of your motionless body tensing up with fear and this painful amount of culpability. not even over petty arguments in the past had this man so angry until now. you could feel yourself choking and aching with guilt, your nose flaring immensely it was almost hard to breathe. as if you were going to cry. but if you did cry, it would make you look like a victim. toji could’ve gotten fired and it all could’ve been because of you. you should’ve thought twice or at least resist those temptations before sending…

“i— i’m so sorry, toji,” you lamented. “i didn’t mean to humiliate you at work like that. i was just…”

“you were just what, hm?” his voice lowered to an ominous tone when he stepped closer to you. “trying to get a rise out of me when i’m working? distracting me like some desperate slut wanting my attention?”

you didn’t respond at all. instead you faltered your gaze down at the bedroom floor, ashamed to look into his eyes. after a long silence with the uncomfortable tension still lingering in the air, toji inched closer and held your face, craning your neck up to see the long face you were giving him.

“you expected me to come home all worked up for you so i could take you on right here. ain’t that what you wanted this whole time from me?”

you still didn’t reply with anything and toji sighed, shaking his head in disbelief. “you almost got me in trouble today, sweetheart. i take my job seriously and you know that. but you still wanted to tease me at work. that’s just fuckin’ unforgivable of you to embarrass me like that.”

“but… that’s not what i was trying to do,” consoled, placing your hand above his and slanting your head into his palm.

“aww. you think you’re so fuckin’ cute innocently sending those pics and thinkin’ there won’t be some consequences. i’ll make you fucking regret that.”

your heart raced erratically from the baritone in toji’s voice. although you secretly loved him speaking this way in your ear, it would be better if he was dirty talking. but instead he was furious and a little unhinged that it scared you shitless.

“strip for me then get on the fuckin’ bed. face down. ass up.”

you didn’t dare disobey since you didn’t want to frustrate him more. after slipping off your clothes and climbing on top of the bed in the desired position, you watch as he unbottons off his dress shirt and positions himself behind you to eat your pussy while slapping your ass so harshly, emitting whines and screams out of you. toji kept sucking and devouring your aching cunt like a greedy man with restless hunger. you can hear him humming in amusement while doing so. although you were in need of this the whole day, the man goes insane whenever he has the chance to eat your pussy. with all that frustration and anger pent up, your thighs kept shuddering from the immense pleasure you were getting off of. gripping and squeezing your ass, slapping your cheeks ‘till they burn, and ruining you to a shattering, creamy orgasm all over his mouth.

but just when you thought everything was fine after you came, toji was still frustrated. greedy, even. “where do you think you’re going? i didn’t fuckin’ say i was done with you. stay with your ass in the air for me like a good girl.”

your sweet arousal from before now became terse since you were suddenly frightened at toji’s ultimatum. although you didn’t deny it felt like ecstasy with him sliding his fat cock inside you just as always, him immediately fucking you rough like how a hound takes a bitch made you tear up. he was still furious, grunting and subtly growling while roughly smacking his hips on your ass. the way he’s pounding himself inside you had you biting onto the pillow and rolling your eyes back until that gut feeling in your stomach hit you. it felt good but at the same time it didn’t…

“fuck. please, toji! i— i can’t take it!” you whined out loud, contorting your face on the pillow.

“what was that?” toji huffed out. “you can’t take it? aw, baby. you can take more than this.”

he continued pounding inside you that your head started feeling cloudy. more tears welled in your eyes and stained the pillowcases along with your drool that he noticed, hefting a chuckle.

“see? you like takin’ my fat cock the way you like it. your pussy was made for it. got you crying and screaming from how good i make you feel.”

another distressed whine you gave that you started to not feel the pleasurable sensation anymore. instead, you lingered on the overwhelming fear and anticipation taking over. how fucking terrified you were of toji, a much bigger and stronger man, breaking you this way because of how angry you made him today. slamming himself into you as a punishment for distracting him at work. he even took his work tie and wrapped it around your head to blindfold you, embraced by nothing except the dark. a frightening void that made you physically shiver. at this point, you felt insufferable.

“toji, it’s— it’s scary when i— i can’t see you…”

toji grunted, slowing his pace down so he wouldn’t finish too quickly. “aww. you’re scared because you can’t see my face? you think it’s scary that i’m like some wild fuckin’ demon slamming my cock inside you? well it’s supposed to be scary, you fuckin’ bitch.”

all of a sudden your body fell numb, left with only tears and miserable sobs that toji took as sobs of pleasure. and this all happened because of you and your neediness. you knew you weren’t doing anything wrong, but at the same time you should’ve thought twice before disturbing toji while working. there was so much guilt weighing down on you it left you helpless.

“toji, i’m so sorry… please— please stop…”

the man slowed down again, this time releasing the hard pressure of his hand pinning your head down and leaning forward to mutter in your ear. “you’re sorry, huh? aw, sorry ain’t getting you nowhere right now. i’m not gonna fuckin’ stop ‘till i make sure you learn your damn lesson.”

you tried so hard mentally sheltering your shivering your heart. you can feel the tie, the pillowcase, and your cheeks stained in watery blots of your helpless tears. it felt as if you were stranded alone and taunted by unnecessary, insecure thoughts deteriorating your wellbeing. you tried so hard keeping yourself together to pleasure your husband in an angry state you’ve never seen before, begging forgiveness and sympathizing with him, but you were reduced to numbness. it felt as if the world around you was blurred including the sex. you suddenly resorted to something you never in a million years would ever do; the safeword.

“ramen,” you weakly uttered, collapsing your whole body and curling up like a ball while sobbing. toji immediately stopped after he processed what you just said, noticing your distress his heart entirely ached seeing you like this.

“oh, fuck. hey, hey, hey— it’s alright, baby. it’s okay,” he murmured fondly, rushing over to hover above you and check if you were hurt. he swiftly removes the tie and gently holds your face, grazing his thumb on your cheeks. your eyes were still closed and your face was contorted from your internal agony.

“i’m sorry,” you whimpered again, followed by toji shushing you.

“no, it’s okay. it’s okay,” he quickly reassured, softly kissing your face and caressing you. “it’s me that should be saying sorry, baby. i didn’t realize…”

you slowly opened your eyes at him, your vision blurred from the tears still welling. “i didn’t mean to…”

“no, no, no. i’m glad you used the safeword. i would never, never want to hurt you. i care a lot about you and i want you to feel safe… you mean so much to me.”

toji presses soft kisses over your face and you couldn’t stop crying and sniffling. “my poor baby,” he consoled sweetly, wiping your tears away with his thumb. “got too intense for you, huh? it’s okay, love. you’re gonna be okay with me.”

“i thought you were mad at me…”

“no, baby… i’m not mad at you. i never was. i got a little carried away, that’s all.”

toji kisses you a couple times more on your face, then on your lips. you find yourself smiling weakly and feeling some kind of warmth in your heart seeing this side of toji once again. after kissing a couple more times for reassurance and comfort, you watch as toji lays right next to you, pulling the covers over you and bringing you closer to lay on his chest. you felt a sudden wash of relief after the tension had finally died down.

“…i’m sorry if i was being too mean back there,” toji mutters while caressing your skin. “i never had a problem with you sending photos to me while i’m working. it’s not your fault, i promise. i was just frustrated.”

you sniffled. “what got you frustrated?”

“my boss. he got mad that i was on my phone. really, i was just staring at your cute ass all over my screen.”

you lightly chuckled. “you actually liked the pics?”

“oh, baby. i loved them all,” toji beamed, kissing the top of your head. “it was unexpected of you, but that’s what turned me the fuck on more… i couldn’t wait to discipline you at home, but i didn’t mean for it to get that bad.”

after hearing his words of reassurance, you started tearing up again, which he immediately noticed. “don’t cry, baby. i love you so much. you’re perfect.”

for awhile you laid on his chest, taking in his addicting cologne as he has you in his arms. you love the way he holds you like this especially after sex. you feel much safer and protected from any negative thoughts and embraced his warmth. you felt like falling asleep to the sound of his heartbeat. hearing him also mumble words of affirmation and never taking his hands off to caress you. he was always this gentle with you it made your heart throb. he wants to make sure you feel safe again and you love him for that. and cuddling like this always ends with a nap and starts with something much more intimate…

the next few hours, toji woke up to the feeling of your warmth coursing through his body it intensified. your ass pressed against his dick it grew hard again for you. waking up and kissing him from behind felt like heaven on earth. it was the very moment the rush consumes you and energy pulls light out of everything around. such love is full of excitement and desire, released to fill each other with happiness. you loved the passion flowing and every expression of toji’s love for you. you’re enamored, you’re downing in every crazy feeling this man makes you feel ‘till you go fervent. this was love-making, this was what you’ve been craving the entire night…

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