A Small Moment

a small moment

he realizes he loves you

tw// nsfw implied/mentioned and unedited

she was the only one who could catch simon by surprise.

knocking at his room door at two in the morning in pajama bottoms with a bottle of bourbon in one hand and a tablet in the other… you were a strange one. so small and yet chaotic. gruffly, “what do ya want?”

with a sickly sweet smile, she lifts the bottle up. “wanna drink with me?”

“its half past two a.m.”

“okay, and?”

twenty minutes after, you were both sat on the headboard with her tablet propped up on a pillow playing a show shes been wanting to watch but hadn’t gotten around to yet. simon had questions he wanted to ask to help understand why she came and why she wanted to be there with him. he was used to being feared and not familiar with… whatever this was.

he looked over and examined her, trying to find answers in her expressions rather than her words.

she was pretty. stupidly so. it was unfair really. adorable and persistent. buzzing around wherever he went like a bee lured in by nectar in a sweet smelling flower. so pretty with that little pout on her lips as she watched whatever the fuck she put on. he was more drawn in to how her eyebrows scrunched together and her eyes filled with pools of feeling that he couldn’t understand. but strangely he wanted to try to understand. he wanted to understand her and this need to touch her. not just kiss down her belly and make her whimper and writhe but to hold her. keep her warm, safe, fed. try to understand her unpredictability. he wanted to tell her but he couldn’t help but think that she knew. why else would she be here?

but her eyes look at him and catch his blank stare. hes warm beneath the balaclava. “you okay?” she doesn’t know. if she did then she would know he isn’t. he isn’t and he needs more bourbon. he isn’t and he needs her closer.

instead he hums. and he says yes. because at least she’s here.

Thinking about being fucked by Simon and Price at the same time.♡

Bent over the captain's desk, Simon's thick cock ramming in and out of your sopping cunt at a punishing rhythm while Price muffles your moans with his long cock, pushing into your throat as deep as he can while caressing your hair, a sheer contrast to the way he purposely left the door half-open, letting you know that it's fully on you whether or not your 3 get in trouble<3333

Thinking of the sweetest, most gentle and tender husband Nanami Kento who's dressing you before going out to dinner with your friends only to end up getting distracted.

He was on his knees, dragging your tights up your thighs as you sat on the bed. One loving kiss led to another until his mouth found your panties.

He'd only just put them on for you. A skimpy red pair, matching your bra. He's got your favourite dress laid out on the bed for you too, and he'll see which necklace you'll pick out tonight.

Will it be diamonds, pearls, or his hands?

But first he'll savour this most delicious appetiser, pushing your fresh panties aside that are already soaked, and getting his tongue all over you.

"You taste divine," he always utters such eloquent praise into your pussy, even when he's throbbing hard and leaking pre all over himself.

He can't concentrate on that; the fattest, thickest swell in pants that's bound to bust out any second.

He's fucking busy, licking up your juice.

"K-Kento - pl- please- "

The man can barely hear you.

His tongue is swirling around your clit until you're left faint from the pleasure. Your body collapses back on the bed and you let out one of your most beautiful moans.

"That's it- baby, that's my favourite sound~"

He tells you, drawing out your orgasm with his lips and tongue, his whole mouth, till he's drenched and needy.

But he has to stop.

He licks a big stripe up your pussy and clit, up to your stomach, then sucks a little kiss there before pulling away.

He drags your panties back up and leaves his meal unfinished.

"Come on, sweetheart. We're going to be late."

He finishes dressing you with care and dedication, watching you recover your senses and apply a little make-up.

He drives you to dinner and is only able to relinquish the arousal in his guts when you get home and let him fuck you like an animal.

choso has your name tatted on his v-line and surprised you with it when he was fucking the shit out of you.

he loved you so much and couldn’t deny that; he always thought about you and always yearned for you. if he saw flowers in the store, he would get them for you; if he saw something he thought you'd like, he got it; it didn’t matter the cost.

there was no doubt in the love he felt for you; he wanted a reminder of you everywhere he went, so he got your name tatted in your favorite place.

your name with a little heart beside it. when he looked at it in the mirror, his cheeks turned bright red, and he had a huge smile on his face.

he knew he had to wrap it, but he couldn’t wait, so he got you in bed, stripped you and himself down, and got to work.

avoiding taking off his briefs so you couldn’t see it yet. you could tell choso was a little happier that day, but you just went with it.

it wasn’t until he had you on your back and was giving you deep strokes with his briefs down to a point that you noticed little “scribbling.”

“what… what’s that?” your breath was short from the pleasure you were receiving; it was almost like you were hallucinating, but it was too dark.

your hand reaching out and touching it was definitely real. taking your finger and hooked it on the hem of his briefs and tugged it down, your eyes going wide.

he takes your hand, slides his fingers in between yours, and leans down, giving you a kiss on the cheek and pushing into you deeper, a moan slipping past your lips.

“focus baby.” his voice soft as he pushed into you again deeper, pressing on your soft spot and staying there, pushing his briefs down all the way.

sliding his fingers out of yours, sliding his finger over the tattoo, and looking at you through his eyelashes, his face getting red again.

“how’s that? you like it?” your mouth ajar and a laugh escaping your lips. reaching your hands to his face and pushing him into your lips.

“i love it.”

that tattoo is a reminder of how much he loved and cherished you.

no one:

absolutely nobody:

literally not a single soul:

frieren sleeping: