Character That Moans In Disbelief At The Fact That They Feel Good. Am I Crazy Or

Character that moans in disbelief at the fact that they feel good. Am I crazy or

୭˚. ᵎᵎ content warnings: F!reader, 18+, NSFW, p in v, unprotected sex, dirty talk, praise kink, lovesick & possessive!kenji, reader wearing Ken's shirt, petnames, explicit words, explicit content.

୭˚. ᵎᵎ word count: 990!

Kenji loved it when you wore his t-shirts.

During his matches, among the euphoric, enthusiastic and hopeful stands, joining the wave of the crowd, which had an unusual spirit, he saw you wearing one of the countless t-shirts, which contained his name and number, — shouting for the team and for him — encouraged, even more, Kenji.

And every time you hit successfully and triumphantly, you turned around, pointed to the name written on your back, and shouted "that's my player!" — Oh, Kenji could fall even more in love with you, and he didn't know it was possible.

So, like, he appreciated all the photos the media posted, commented on, mentioned of you together, post-game, and the highlight, in Ken's eyes, was, again, the shirt you were wearing. — Sometimes, it was a shirt, correctly, in your size or one of thousands of his, it didn't matter.

But, nothing, faithfully, could be compared to the immoderate, cunning, contemplation that Kenji experienced when he saw you wearing one of his t-shirts, always when he felt like it, wanting to feel as comfortable as possible. — This was already considered routine. — Out of pure irony and contradiction, when they sounded like unreality, they seemed like they were made for you, he thought.

The huge, made of rich and enhanced tissues, mentioning the values ​​it cost, and formidably showy Kenji T-shirts similar species of dresses on your body; making it fully, fascinating and so captivating. — And, noting comfort, you used only underwear under the dress; it was not even appeared, obviously.

And that, maddeningly, drove Kenji's mind crazy. — Disturbing him, without being able, nor having the opportunity, to concentrate on certain, and reasonable, things in front of his head; without caring about the impolite and indecent looks, after all, he had something better to consider, Sato fixed his eyes on your thighs. — He had his weak point.

And always in the morning, a little disoriented, missing you and, exaggeratedly, tired, with his physical and mental state set back because of the necessary appearance of Ultraman against yet another Kaiju, — upon returning home, he collapsed into your arms and caresses — Kenji found you in the kitchen; preparing something, humming and, softly, serene. — Of course, wearing one of his shirts. — Approaching, with heavy and slow steps, his muscular and vigorous arms snaked around your waist, holding you firmly.

It didn't take you by surprise, clearly, used to his warm welcome; it was clear that the warmth of his affection and comfort was valued. — Also, given the way Kenji needed your touch or, at least, your presence.

Saying "good morning, dear" and waiting to question him about how he slept; in response, the eldest caressed your neck with his nose, inhaling your pleasant and delicious smell, mixed with the fragrance of his perfume, that was stuck to his shirt, and let out a bitter sigh; perhaps, a little libidinous. — No, actually, it was definitely lewd.

Leaving you without an answer, and with a hint of concern, and intending to turn towards him, in an instant, hurriedly, Sato pulled your waist, and reading your thought, turned you around, facing the boy's exposed chest, and he threw you onto his shoulder with ease. — He didn't hear, he ignored, your cry of surprise, and headed towards the bedroom.

And, evidently, today, at this exact moment, it couldn't be any different.

"Holy shit." — Kenji swore, in a mixture of drowsiness and excitement, intoxicated by your scent, something that is deadly addictive. His breathing was rough, dull, so sudden. — "Ah, but you're so cute, aren't you?" — A question asked in a filthy way, with a slutty and breathless laugh, he couldn't help himself. — “My dirty girl, huh?”

Spread out on the bed, between pure silk and white sheets, surrendering yourself, giving in fragility and voluptuousness, deliciously, to your boyfriend; being completely filled by him and feeling insane waves of excitement. — The intense, and so delicious, inversions that you received left you crazy and, satisfactorily, even more, immoral. — And, making it even more interesting, at the same time, without surprises, Kenji's white shirt was on your body.

Buried in your pussy, compromising, bitingly, between the heat and tightness of your walls, which sucked his cock, and causing obscene noises and noises, wet by the room's environment, Kenji left himself thinking that you would be the death of him. — He choked, growled, when he felt another tightness coming from your little hole. — It was so erotic, so carnal, so fucking good.

"K-Ken..ji." — You stammered, you didn't even know how to pronounce his name correctly, and you were so breathless, desperate as you felt him insert his dick into you; cried out to him, pathetically.

"I love it when you wear my clothes." — He traced a line down your neck with his tongue, laughing with lust and sensuality, losing herself in pleasure once again. — "And i love fucking you while wearing them." — He articulated, listening to the wet noises of his heavy balls against your ass, and looking at your face, with a fucked and desired expression, with some tears on your cheek.

Your moans, pleas ran through Kenji's ear, and settled in his mind, equally, with screams, so thin that they seemed like meows, every time his robust cock reached that little spot that only he could and loved to reach; causing your nails to dig into his burly back, scratching him. — His beautiful little girl was still conscious of marking him, Sato laughed at the thought.

Every now and then, Kenji would move away from your neck, and, surprisingly, you would sob when you felt his brief absence, and his eyes, heavy with lust and appetite, would look at the connection between you and, pulling your hips and pushing, again, he had the sinful, and deadly, privilege of seeing your pussy swallowing his cock with pleasure. — Oh, even his eyes closed, sharply and rudely.

Kenji loved it when you wore his t-shirts.

₊❏❜ ⋮ FAR FROM DONE ⌒

warings: NSFW - MDI, breeding, mating press

summary: A little 'breeding' session turned into a seemingly never ending night...

characters: Zayne x F!Reader

word count: 291

a/n: so far he's my fav in the game so I had a blast writing for him ♡

ZAYNE - whos eyes quickly found yours as he tried to figure out if you were feeling as good as he was feeling. But judging by the way those breathy moans and whimpers of his name were flowing out of your mouth, he knew he was doing a good job. But he wanted you to say it. Needed you to say it.

ZAYNE - who pants “does it feel good, hm? when i fuck you like this my love?”, leaving open mouth kisses along your soft neck. His words were laced with insecurity despite his cocky question. He's usually never like this, he knows and so do you. But hes absolutely desperate to know the answer. “feels s-so good.” Your words slur together. the pleasure in your voice caught him off guard and pride swells in his chest, driving him to pound into you harder, grabbing your legs and throwing them over his board shoulders.

ZAYNE - whos the one putting you in the new position. Which angled him deeper, and he knew he was fucking done for. “fuck m’gonna cum again.” he panted out, driven by the need to fill you up more, like he has been the past time. He felt himself getting tired but he doesn't want to stop, not when you were babbling out for him. Breathing wasn’t the priority right now, you were. You always were for him.

ZAYNE - whos vision went white for a moment. Everything  was blank, as he came in spurts, practically moaning out your name as he emptied himself into you, again. The way your walls were fluttering around him prolonged his orgasm and he could barely hold on, roughly gripping onto your waist as his lifeline. but he wasn’t done. He's far from done...

Cloud Strife Gets Embaressed Easily

Cloud Strife gets embaressed when you kiss him on the corner of his jaw before a fight. Not that it's a sensitive spot or anything like that, those are still a secret from you but it's such an obvious spot and action that leaves no ambiguity to the nature of your relationship. How can he fight his enemies when all he's thinking about is getting that next kiss from you? It makes him re-think his priorities.

Cloud Strife gets embaressed when you casually hug him from behind. Usually he's very good at not letting people sneak up on him but with you his guard isn't up. Maybe it should be if you gonna run your hands up and down his chest and abs like that. That or he's gonna have to start wearing some baggier clothes. Who is he kidding, then you'd want to steal it for yourself.

Cloud Strife gets embaressed when you sit in his lap. He knows it's what a lot of couples do to show closeness and affection for one another and he doesn't want you to not get close to him. But when you sit like that it can stimulate certain parts of his body and he would rather not deal with the consequences of that in public. If you are gonna do that then you have to stay in his lap until said problem goes away.

Cloud Strife gets embaressed when he sees too much of your bare skin. It's just a body, there shouldn't be any reason for him to turn around when he's already seen much more of you. Yet there's this code of chivalry that he holds himself too, only flirting when he feels like he's allowed to. Cute as it is it can also be a hurdle when you want him to take charge.

Dividers made by: @/cafekitsune

GIYUU TOMIOKA with a PERVERTED S/O

contains — sub!giyuu, sightly mean reader, dom!gn!reader, time set around the time they were in the spider mountains, public setting (the forest)

tengen version

you make him blush for sure. that is neither a surprise nor a secret at this point

i think he’d be surprised by just how much of a pervert you are and call you out for it when you’re feeling him up in public/saying something bold to him

secretly enjoys it when you leave marks on him (thinks your perversion is rubbing off on him)

you’re opening him to a whole new world and he isn’t really about to complain (most of the times)

“Someone’ll hear!” He urged, face turning red as you pressed him up against a tree.

“Then stop your needy whining,” you muttered against his neck, your hands already dipping under the waistband of his pants. Giyuu bit down on his lip, squirms of embarrassment stopping when he felt you start to palm him through his underwear. This is dangerous! You shouldn’t be doing it! The Kakushi were still around, tending to the injured and looking for survivors. What if one of them walked in on you two? He’d never be able to live down the shame.

He tried to calm his breathing, willing the trembling in his legs away as he felt himself melt into your touches. The way your hand was touching him made him hazy with need, and he bit his lip at the way his cock twitched as your lips sucked a bruise onto his neck.

THIS MAY NOT BE OUR DESTINED SOULMATE BUT LOOK AT HIM SMILE

LOOK AT ZAYNE SMILE!!

THIS MAY BE OUR WARMEST VERSION OF HIM EVER!!