5 - An Aggressive Gentleness || Jake Hangman Seresin X Fem!reader

𝓓𝓪𝔂 5 - An Aggressive Gentleness || Jake “Hangman” Seresin x fem!reader

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Summary: Everyone knows Hangman is good, but you'll have a chance to discover that he simultaneously has a bit of a persuasive streak as well.

Warnings: smut (unprotected p in v, spanking)

Word count: 2325

Author: Rouge

A/N: the the prompt for today is: Spanking

Jake "Hangman" Seresin was one of the world's greatest and most successful pilots. He was a known womanizer, and he had as many downed planes as broken hearts among all the women he dated.

Yet, ever since you joined his team, he couldn't take his gaze away from you; you were not only a beautiful, young woman, but you also had a strong personality.

"I know there's a big age gap between you and me, Y/N," he said as the two of you finished the bottle of red wine that night, sitting together on the pier over the ocean. "But I really want to take you out. Would you be interested in having dinner with me one evening?" 

As a result, you both agreed to meet for dinner a few days later.

Despite your expectations, the dinner ended up being much more enjoyable than you expected. It sounded too good to be true. You teased, playing with your glass, "Maybe Hangman isn't such an asshole as everyone thinks."

You could feel his knee against yours under the table as you sat there staring and smiling at each other, your hand in his.

Of course, it could have been an accident at first, but when it returned, went away, and then returned again, all doubt was removed. It was done on purpose as a signal, a kind of request, to emphasize the request for a date. Again, perhaps a little old-fashioned, but extremely intimate and alluring.

Jake let out a little sigh, observing your face carefully as he said, "Don't judge a book by its cover."

"If I didn't interact with you on a daily basis and while on duty, I'd say you're an asshole," you concluded, scrunching your face. "You are charming, but you are a total asshole. However, I don't regret our dinner together."

Jake was certain he knew the game because he'd played it before; he was obviously used to dealing with stroppy little bitches like you. He was well aware of what you were doing and what you were up to. He seemed to be able to read you, understand what you were thinking.

He kept gently rubbing your palm and pressing his knee firmly against yours as he looked you in the eyes. "You have the most enticing eyes, Y/N," he murmured as he gazed deep into them.

A cocky smile spread across your face as you made a small yhym sound and rested your chin on your palm. "Just like the last girl, I'm sure." 

Since it wasn't the first time you heard those sweet words, you already knew what they meant. This was a popular saying among guys as if it were a kind of spell.

"I can see through your eyes that you are a passionate, intense woman. A woman who knows exactly what she wants and how to get it. I notice a lot about you." As he accelerated, his foot landed on yours and ran up the side of your calf. You were his type, there was no doubt. This became especially apparent when his knee pressed firmly against your closed knees at first, then even more so after a moment or two.

You sighed heavily and decided to stop him. "I have to be honest with you - sweet nothings don't appeal to me at all. I've heard these things too many times to believe them."

Jake drew your hand to his lips. "Come to my flat, Y/N, and let me love you there," he said as he licked the back of your hand and looked you in the eyes.

“If you stop acting so weirdly sweet, I'll go with you."

Jake gave you a brief nod in response.

You took a cab to his apartment. It was a second-floor walk-up flat in a fairly large town house, nicely furnished in that fading elegant style that appeals to the well-to-do and aristocracy.

Hangman turned on one lamp but not the others. The street lights cast a nice, dim, romantic glow on the large lounge. He made no pretense that this was anything other than a sexual encounter. He didn't make small talk, offer you a drink, or request that you sit. None of that was necessary; he and you both knew it. You were there for one and only one reason - to have sex.

As Jake kissed you passionately, he took you in his arms. There was no preamble or asking permission; it was a wonderful kiss. As he held you tight, he moulded your bodies together and his lips found yours. While your lips touched, your mouths were closed, but as you pressed them together they slowly opened. As he licked your lips, he ran his tongue along your gums, over your teeth and into your mouth. Unlike the Hangman everyone used to know, he was patient, slow, methodical, and amazingly erotic. You could feel Hangman's hands running up and down your back.His hands fiddled with your bra strap, the waistband of your short denim skirt, which was just a whisker below your pubis line and the top of your bum crease, and the hem of the white, loose, short-sleeved top. 

Jake took your hand and led you to his bedroom.

The room was quite small, but it had a double bed. Although it was dim, you could still see each other. Standing beside the bed, Jake held your hand as you faced each other. Bringing your palm up to his mouth, he kissed its top; he took one of your fingers and softly sucked it, earning a moan from you.

You didn't speak, you'd gone beyond words, they simply weren't needed.

It wasn't long before Jake let go of your hand and stepped back a few feet. With his eyes glistening in the dim light flowing in the room from a streetlamp, he began undoing the button of his heavy, cotton, khaki shirt. Having fully undone his shirt, his fingers were now undoing his leather pleated belt. He was so confident and so assured, which you found very sexy and enchanting. Still, he didn't take his eyes off of you. “You’re so fucking pretty, Y/N.”

Reaching downwards, you grasped the hem of your top. You saw approval in his eyes as his belt came undone and he slowly pushed his zip down. Between the opened edges of his shirt, you could see that his chest was toned and muscular.

You both dropped your tops as if on cue. Jake's eyes wandered over your chest, focusing more and more on your round breasts, almost making you squirm with desire. Through Jake's masterful gaze, you became more receptive to his unspoken persuasions.

The silence was broken by Jake. His erection was evident and clear and gave him absolutely no embarrassment whatsoever. As you dropped your bra, he sighed, "You're so fucking hot, Y/N. What are you waiting for? Go on."

Undoing the brass button on the skirt, you slid the short zip down. The skirt slid down your legs as you wriggled it over your bum and hips. A surge of high-octane arousal surged through you when you looked into Hangman's hungry eyes. You soon pushed your panties down your legs as well.

As Jake took off his boxer shorts, his hardened erection rested proudly against his well-built abdomen.

Seresin reached for your hand, the one holding your panties, as you stood completely naked in front of him. He gently pulled them away from you. His eyes bore deep into yours as he rubbed his nose on the gusset, taking deep breaths as he did so, making animalistic noises at the same time. After that, he used your panties in a rather extravagant manner, rubbing them around his balls and up and down his erection without any embarrassment at all. As if to say don't you dare complain, he stared intently into your eyes before cupping his balls in your panties and rolling them around before pushing the silky underwear back across his chest. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you to him, pressing himself against you, moulding your bodies into one. As he cupped your round bum in his strong hands, his cock squirmed against you. Jake squeezed and kneaded your buttocks all the while kissing you hungrily; he stroked your bum, pinched it, rubbed it, and caressed it.

As you got your hand between your bodies, your fingers tingled with desire as they ran up and down his erection. It was everything an erection should be; hard, warm, smooth and slightly throbbing. 

You then went to bed.

Jake carefully positioned you on your front and laid beside you. The hand that wasn't tugging your hair had slipped down your back and reached your bum. He stroked it and squeezed it. Jake whispered, "You have the most glorious arse I've ever seen," as he stroked it softly. All he had done when you were standing beside the bed was repeated, but he now focused more on your cheeks. After easing your legs apart, he parted your bottom's cheeks. He spent ages running his fingers up and down that sensual groove, on, over and past your extra sensitive entrance to your anus, on the base of your spine in one direction and into your fully soaked pussy in the other.

All hell broke loose within your body and mind. You could not help but notice as your body shook with the various sensations that you were cumming without any form of penetration, without your sensitive clit being rubbed or your pussy's lips being stroked. “Jake!” You managed to whimper loudly, nuzzling your face into one of his pillows.

Jake smacked your bottom several times. Not that hard and not that much, but enough to make your bum sting and for you to recognise what he was doing. Nevertheless, the combination of the pain from him pulling your hair, the stinging from where he'd spanked your bottom and the pleasure he was giving you with his fingers made you cum, very heavily indeed.

You hadn't even finished your orgasm fully when Hangman turned you over. After what he'd just done to you, your pussy was still tender, and your breasts and nipples were still pulsating. As he moved up and held his cock against your lips, you willingly opened your arms and wrapped them around his hips. 

The moment he bucked his hips, forcing his dick completely into your mouth, you wrapped your lips around his rock-hard erection, gagging yourself.

Jake's hand hit your bottom quite hard, so much so that it jerked your head from his cock as Hangman turned you to your side a little, to gain better access to your bum. In a matter of seconds, he hit you twice. 

Putting his cock back in your mouth, you grunted. Each thwack and smack was probably harder than the last. He spread them over both cheeks. Pumping his girth in and out of your mouth, you gagged, reaching out to massage his balls.

Jake grunted lowly as he hardened. Seresin hit you several more times after he realized you weren't opposed to what he had been doing. Now he was doing it harder, and it was stinging, but not too painful. It was amazing to see that each time he smacked your ass, and since he'd found a sort of rhythm, his cock began to jerk inside your mouth. His hardening and growth increased with each smack. “Fuck, look what you’re doing to me,” he grunted, taking a fistful of Y/H/C hair, tugging on it a little. He was now spanking you with a steady series of blows that covered every inch of each cheek and occasionally drifted down to your thighs. Between each blow, his hand gently fondled your asscheek. 

With that gentleness combined with the aggression of the spanking, you experienced sensations you hadn't felt before. While Hangman grunted and groaned and mumbled how wonderful you were and what a magnificent bottom you had, you sighed and moaned at the pleasure you were receiving, taking his cock out of your mouth with a loud pop sound.

Jake then fucked you. Straightforward, you on your back, him on top, your legs wide open and wrapped around him. Jake’s thrusts were fast and strong; his bed was swinging with each of them. It was quite quick and hard. Like the expert he was turning out to be, he didn't offer or ask for more foreplay. After what Jake had gone on so far there was no need for more and he seemed to be acutely aware of that. He didn't need to get you wet and you didn't need to get him hard, what you'd been doing for the past half hour or so had done both of those necessities. 

“Fuck!” You screamed, digging your nails into his back, rolling your head back on his pillow. “Fuck you, Hangman! You’re so fucking good!”

“I’m good, Y/N,” Jake grunted into your ear, instantly turning his head to suck hardly on your exposed neck. “I’m very fucking good.” You were obviously soaked and your lips were bloated from the blood that rushed to them during the previous orgasms. No complaints, just a straightforward hard and fast fuck and that, to be honest, was what you truly wanted. 

After cumming together, Jake laid on top of you, pinning you to the mattress with his weight, then rubbed your cheeks and neck with his kisses. “Do you want to stay for the night?” He asked simply, rubbing his nose against yours.

Nodding to him, you slipped your hands into his hair and massaged his scalp. "Yes."

Despite his nakedness, Jake kissed you one last time before getting up from the bed. "I'll bring a pillow and towel for you."

As his thick, sticky cum ran down your inner thighs, you rubbed them together and bit your lower lip. You definitely had the best fuck of your life.

♥ KINKTOBER 2022 ♥ Masterlist

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Day 1 - Silent Lovemaking [Peaky Blinders] Day 2 - My Praises [Moon Knight] Day 3 - A Horny Kitten [Dune] Day 4 - The Dragon In The Heat [Genshin Impact] Day 5 - An Aggressive Gentleness [Top Gun Maverick] Day 6 - Time For A Bath [Marvel - Wanda] Day 7 - Mutual pleasure [365 days] Day 8 - A Concept Of Desire [Moon Knight] Day 9 - A Slow Foreplay [Moon Knight] Day 10 - A Steamy Farewell [Dune] Day 11 - “Welcome Back, Baby” [The Falcon and the Winter Soldier] Day 12 - Nothing But a Thrall [Vikings] Day 13 - Blur The Lines [Moon Knight] Day 14 - Solving A Case [BBC Sherlok] Day 15 - A Bit Late For Work [Top Gun Maverick] Day 16 - Live Out A Dream [Demon Slayer] Day 17 - The Train Ride [Bullet Train] Day 18 - Intense disagreements [Star Wars] Day 19 - A Little Messing Around [Scenes from a marriage] Day 20 - “I belong to Eivor Wolf-Kissed” [Assassin’s Creed Valhalla] Day 21 - Disturbed Slumber [My Hero Academia] Day 22 - Hide Your Phone When You’re Drunk [Moon Knight] Day 23 - Adventure-seeking Spirits [Uncharted 4] Day 24 - Blossomed Like a Rosebud [Dune] Day 25 - Good Morning, Kitten [My Hero Academia] Day 26 - A Good Boss [Triple Frontier] Day 27 - Love Bites [Genshin Impact] Day 28 - “My Little Flame” [Demon Slayer] Day 29 - Smaller Is Better [Genshin Impact] Day 30 - A Second Round May Be Possible [Moon Knight] Day 31 - Between Ice And Flame [Genshin Impact]

𝓓𝓪𝔂 3 - A Horny Kitten || Duncan Idaho x fem!reader x Gurney Halleck

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Summary: When Duncan told you Gurney had a massive crush on you, you refused to believe him. You and Duncan decide one day to test Halleck and see if the rumours are true.

Warnings: smut (threesome, oral sex, MMF, anal sex)

Word count: ~ 1625

Author: Fenrir

A/N: the prompt for today is: Blow Jobs

In a meeting room, you and Duncan were waiting for another order when Halleck sat across from you.

Duncan already asked you to take off your underwear, so only your formal dress stood between you and a wandering eye.

Seeing that Idaho wanted you to catch Gurney's attention, you opened your legs to reveal a slightly wet pussy of yours.

Duncan saw Gurney’s eyes catch the upskirt view of you. This startled him a little, and he looked at Duncan again. Slowly, Idaho kissed your neck, spread your legs further, and looked back at Gurney. It wasn't long before Duncan noticed that Halleck had to adjust his cock, which was stiffening up under his pants.

When Duncan told you one day that Gurney Halleck had a massive crush on you, you didn't believe him. Apparently, your boyfriend was right.

As you scooted forward, you exposed more of your pussy. Your pussy was craving a cock.

"It is unlikely that the Duke will return anytime soon. Could it be better if we went back to our chamber?” You asked Duncan, turning your head slightly to look at him with a mischievous grin on your lips.

After brushing some of your hair aside, Duncan placed his lips on the soft part of your neck, exposing the softness of its crook to Halleck. “Yes, it’s a good idea.”

As you looked Gurney in the eyes, Duncan did the same to make sure Halleck understood the hidden message.

You were told by Duncan on your way back to your shared room that you had behaved very well and would be rewarded for it.

Once you returned to the bedroom, he stripped your plain, black dress, placed his keys and sword on the table, and removed his clothes, along with his boxers. In your eagerness, you crawled toward Duncan's cock as he sat on the bed. Before you got close enough to wrap your palm around his shaft, he jerked himself a few times.

You took it in your mouth and slowly started to give him a blowjob. As you gazed up at Duncan, you started sucking on his tip, swirling your tongue around it before putting his cock deep in your mouth.

You didn't appear to have noticed Halleck coming in; Duncan hadn't completely shut the door so Gurney could get in.

Your craving puss and tiny, pink butthole were exposed to Halleck as you gave Idaho a blowjob.

Gurney slid down his combat pants and climbed onto the bed behind you without saying a word.

Duncan's cock was out of your mouth, so you sucked on his balls instead. Upon Halleck's cock entering your tight cunt from behind, you let out a loud moan. After sucking on Duncan's balls for a while, you turned your gaze towards Halleck, moaning louder. When a new cock began to satisfy your long-hidden craving, Duncan was thrilled to see you like this. He felt Gurney's thrusts were firm and slow because each thrust rocked you backwards and forwards.

Halleck must have a very nice, big cock, judging from your expression.

A curious Duncan crept his head between your legs while lying flat on the bed. Seeing a nice, thick shaft moving slowly into and out of your wet pussy, already glistening in your leaking juices, he smiled to himself. Duncan started licking your clit from below as Halleck's balls slapped against your stack out ass.

Moaning loudly, you shifted your angle, causing Gurney's cock to fall out. Duncan knew you wanted Halleck's cock inside you again, so he slid it in again.

Gurney started fucking you faster and harder than before.

Duncan got a better angle on your pussy, so he stuck his tongue out and licked near your clit, while Gurney's cock also ran over Idaho's tongue.

Gurney's balls and cock contracted, and Duncan heard him moan deep while he dumped his cum inside you. Finally, Halleck pulled his cock out and jerked it a few times to release the last drops of his cum, leaving Duncan to clean up his mess on your pussy.

Gurney sat on the edge of the bed and jerked on his still erected cock, watching you push Duncan so he was in a more comfortable position before straddling his face.

You started bucking your hips back and forth, fucking Duncan's face as his hands gripped tightly on your round hips. Palming your breasts, you whispered, "Stick your tongue out, I wanna feel it on my fucking cunt." When Duncan complied, you reached one of your hands down your body to rub on your clitoris viciously, shaking in an overwhelming pleasure. “Fuck, that’s it, baby boy, lick my fucking cunt like that. Fuck!” You went over the edge when he licked your clit simultaneously, massaging your folds with his tongue. As your legs shook, you let out a moan, “Fuck! ”

Then you leaned forward and grabbed Gurney's cock, jerking it for him a few times before taking his shaft into your mouth, bobbing your head back and forth as you continued riding Duncan's face. You got to taste your juices on Halleck’s dick. You were insanely horny, slobbering Gurney's balls and cock like a whore.

It felt like a knot was building up within Duncan's abdomen as he grabbed his hard cock and jerked his shaft. When he stopped eating your cunt, he exclaimed, "You're fucking delicious. But I want to fuck you finally, babe.”

With a loud pop sound, you pulled Halleck’s cock out of your mouth and with a sad whimper you got off Duncan. 

“Wait,” Gurney looked at Idaho. “Can I taste her first?” He pleaded.

Massaging his balls, Duncan looked at his friend. “Fine.”

As you laid on your back and spread your legs wide for Gurney, you rubbed your clit with your fingers already slick with your juices and Halleck's cum. “Come on, old man, what the fuck are you waiting for?” You whispered seductively. “I want your tongue on my fucking clit.”

Gurney grabbed you by your hips and pulled you on the edge of the bed, kneeling down on the floor; immediately, his mouth was attached to your needy cunt and he began slurping on your pussy, grabbing your pussy lips between his teeth to pull gently on them, sucking them in his mouth. He felt his erection growing hard again.

"Duncan," you spat flatly, looking at your boyfriend with half-opened eyes. 

As your boyfriend kneeled next to you, you wrapped your hand tightly around his cock, which was already dripping with pre-cum. With your sharp nails, you squeezed his balls between your fingers as you turned to him and gave him a long lick on his hardened shaft.

"Fuck you, Y/N," Duncan gasped, rolling his head back and slipping one of his hands into your hair to tug at it when you put his cock back into your mouth, sucking and gagging yourself as your hand jerked his shaft at the same time.

Gurney's tongue hit your clitoris as he swirled it around your pussy; soon he put two fingers into you, forcing you to put your legs on his shoulders, still covered in his shirt. "Fuck, your girlfriend is so fucking sweet," Gurney exclaimed, looking at Duncan, who replied with a proud grin. Halleck spat on your clit before he attacked your clitoris with his mouth, sucking hardly on it until you started whimpering from pleasure, your legs shaking again, and your hand slipping into his greyish hair. Eventually, Halleck stopped and watched you sucking Idaho's cock.

“Enough,” Duncan ordered, pulling you by your hair off his cock. “Straddle Halleck.”

You obeyed.

As soon as you straddled the older man’s lap, his hands grasped your hips, massaging the flesh there as you leaned forward to kiss him passionately; you ground your pussy against Gurney’s cock instinctively; he rolled his head back and slapped your buttocks, than catched them, spreading them wide as his curious index finger played with your asshole, causing you to moan lowly.

After rubbing his cock back and forth between your pussy and your asshole, Duncan slowly pressed against your ass. He felt you relax as his cock tip pushed inward; once it was in, Duncan pushed more and slowly slid his entire shaft inside your ass. He made slow thrusts to relax your asshole more. 

“Fuck her for me, Halleck,” Idaho grunted, sweat beginning to form on his forehead as he was making slow, deep thrusts into your tight ass.

When Idaho stopped thrusting for a moment, Gurney lined his fat cock with your pussy and pushed himself in easily.

“Fuck!” You screamed, putting your hands on Halleck’s chest for support. “Just like that, boys,” you begged. “Fuck me, oh gosh, yes, just like that!”

Each time Gurney made a thrust, Duncan felt your asshole tighten and loosen. He reached his left arm around you and touched your swollen pussy; he could feel Gurney’s cock going in and out of your sloppy pussy. Duncan stimulated your clit and felt your muscles contract. 

As Duncan and Gurney felt your contract around them, they couldn't contain themselves; the three of you came together.

When Duncan and Gurney pulled their cocks out of you, you rolled to the free spot on the bed and sighed. Your hand traveled down to your cunt so you could gather some of their cums on your finger and put it into your mouth, saying, "Fuck you, boys, it was the hottest fuck I've ever had. Mmmm, we need to think about more meetings like that.”

A blush erupted on Gurney's cheeks as he looked at Idaho.

"Now you know that everything I told you about Y/N being a horny kitten was true," Duncan smiled at his friend.

𝓓𝓪𝔂 9 - A Slow Foreplay || Marc Spector x fem!reader

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Summary: Marc heats you up slowly, taking his time to play with your boobs.

Warnings: smut (nipple play, cumming without penetration)

Word count: 962

Author: Rouge

A/N: the prompt for today is: Nipple Play

Marc's eyes glisten at the sight of your beautiful eyes, already filled with need, lust, and nerves.

“Hi, Y/N,” Marc says, grinning. Your rapid breathing is slowed by his confident voice. He holds out his hand and guides you into the room.

“Hi,” you reply briefly, biting your lower lip.

Marc doesn't let go of your hand, he pulls you toward him, past him, spinning you around; it feels uncontrolled, but you gave him your complete surrender when you crossed the threshold and now you trust Spector implicitly. An involuntary moan follows the thump of your back against the door. Mark's passion for you and your body is sparked by the look in your eyes.

Marc lifts both hands above your head, effectively pinning you in place with his body. No fighting or overpowering here, which pleases and disappoints Spector; he holds your wrists tightly with one hand and runs his unoccupied hand behind your head, into your hair, and kisses you deeply.

Your head is controlled, his lips are on yours, his tongue explores and dominates you; you kiss him back, then yield, demurring to the sensations, to the feeling of warmth building inside, half embarrassed and half loving how wet you are already for Marc, wanting that moment to never end but at the same time wanting to be fucked hard as soon as possible.

He is tightly hugging you, applying pressure with his hips, making sure you can feel the unmistakable hardness of his cock across your hip. Your wonderfully pert breasts and rigid nipples are exposed by Marc's hand sliding down the elasticated top of the dress; he ends the kiss to marvel at the sight, taking the hard nipple between thumb and forefinger while cradling your breast in his warm hand.

When you roll your head away from his, you let out just the most perfect mew of arousal, exposing your neck and ear to his warm lips and sharp teeth. His lips are at your ear and he whispers softly, his voice full of lust and promise. He tells you how hot you are, how much he needs and wants you, and how he will fuck you senseless.

Your breathing is rapid again.

His fingers release your nipple as he runs his tongue around and over it; he flicks his tongue around the hard nipple and draws it into his mouth, rolling it over and over, grazing his teeth over it, creating sparks of pleasure in your vulnerable body as he does this. He gently eases your dress down towards your hips, over them, and then lets it fall to the floor; his hands firmly grip your hips, making your prettiest, most revealing knickers crinkle under the pressure, as he kisses your hips and feels fingers in his thick hair.

Admonishing, he stands over you, fully clothed while you're all but naked. As he leads you to the bed, you step out of the dress, stopping by its side, eyeing the improvised restraint already in place. His hand runs over the curve of your ass before gently positioning you in a seated position as he slides your knickers off.

The only guide you have are Marc's eyes, which command as firmly and unambiguously as if he was speaking. Your plump, wet, quivering pussy is offered up to Marc as you look up at him with beautiful, submissive eyes.

A few seconds later, he firmly tightens your wrists together above your head, testing the restraint. "You are absolutely fucked,” Marc whispers into your ear as he lowers his head to kiss your cheek.

When he caresses and kisses, he runs his hands over the restrained body, and your nipples harden, but they don't interfere too much with his eager hands. 

As Marc positions himself between your spread legs, your pussy is perfectly presented to him, your plump, smooth, full lips glistening enticingly already. The man leans forward and reaches for your breast. He holds it tightly, the pert flesh sensuously in his hand, eager to focus more attention on your breasts by firmly rolling your nipples. Marc squeezes your nipples tightly between his fingers as he grinds his clothed, hardened erection against your dripping pussy.

“Marc,” a tiny whisper escapes your lips as you roll your head back.

While he grinds his hips into you, Marc smiles as he wraps his mouth around one of your nipples. His tongue flicks against it and soon Marc is sucking on it slowly.

You moan louder and tug on the restraint that keeps your arms above your head, unhappy about not being able to touch him. “Marc, I’ll cum, baby,” you tell him, your voice barely audible.

His head rises up and he leans toward you for a kiss, one hand cupping your breast and slowly, gradually squeezing it; shortly, he returns to sucking your nipple, his fingers pinching your second, hardened nipple.

You also start grinding against his crotch; the sight of his throbbing erection sends shivers up your spine and you can only utter his name as you whine. The restraint is strained to its limit as your body writhes in perfect pleasure, followed by a loud gasp. “Oh my God, Marc, I'm cumming!”

Your nipple is still in Marc's mouth as he feels himself cumming within his jeans. He catches your nipple with his teeth before sucking harder than he ever has before, grunting at the same time.

You whimper under him, still grinding your pussy against the damp spot on his jeans, licking your lower lip as you watch his blissful expression.

He reaches for his pants to adjust his cock as he whispers, "I love you. Are you ready for more?”

Nodding, you look Spector in the eye with an innocent smile on your lips.

𝓓𝓪𝔂 12 - Nothing But a Thrall || Ivar the Boneless x fem!reader

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Summary: Ivar demands a private meeting with you in your hut after the feast thrown by him.

Warnings: smut (unprotected s*x, name-calling, BDSM, mentions of Freydis, mention of pregnancy) 

Word count: ~ 3980

Author: Fenrir

A/N: The prompt for today is: Torture

After the feast thrown by the new king himself, Ivar told you to go home without stopping and without looking back. Ivar and you grew closer after he conquered York. Being his shield maiden wasn't an easy task - everyone knew Ivar the Boneless wasn't a grateful person who would have treated others with respect. Your relationship strengthened once he became king of Kattegat following his victory over Lagertha. In spite of his marriage, you always supported him.

As soon as the door shut, you could feel him standing there, watching you; your heart jumped into your throat, and you felt shy, nervous, your nipples turned into points, and your pussy clenched as you realised that he was devouring you with his blueish eyes; you felt like his prey, all excited and thrilled at the prospect of him devouring you.

His eyes were hard, and his arms were crossed. 

Knowing that you were going to be punished, you immediately cast your gaze downward. 

Ivar's voice stated matter-of-factly, "You didn't come straight home."

As your heart galloped beneath your breast, you flicked your eyes up to his. "I did."

Quick as a snake, he grabbed you and twisted you so your back was up against him, his hot breath was right in your ear, and before you could gasp, he had severed one of your nipples. He said, "Liar. You sat by the river with my fucking brother Hvitserk, you didn't come right in." And then he pushed you away again. In a dangerous voice, Ivar ordered you, "Now, take your fucking clothes off."

A slight tremor went through your body as blood rushed to your cheeks; you wasted too much time being embarrassed until his harsh voice broke your paralysis, "I ordered you to strip off."

Your face burned as you felt his eyes assault your bare flesh as you slowly pulled up your shirt, revealing your stomach. After removing the shirt, you let it fall beside you, revealing your round breasts; your hands came around, gently cupping yourself.

The sound of his voice whipped you, making your cunt squeeze with anticipation. "Stop touching yourself, slut, and keep going, I want it all off. Look at me," Ivar commanded.

As you raised your eyes to him, he stared at you, declaring his ownership over you. He smirked when he saw you freeze in his gaze. Slowly moving his eyes across your body, he stared at you with a challenge. 

Knowing that he was looking at you, that he wanted what he saw made you weak in the knees; this time you moaned aloud.

The voice of Ivar sharpened, becoming more dangerous, but you secretly enjoyed the idea of stalling, even for a few seconds, to see what he would do. 

"I did not say you could stop. If you stall one more time, you'll regret it," Ivar said, but his voice was low, more dangerous, and you secretly looked forward to it.

You slowly pushed your pants down over your hips and down your legs, and then stepped out of them; next, you reached for the waistband of your panties, and slowly pushed them down. The damp circle in your pants made your flush brighter.

"Are you already wet?" Ivar asked, knowing you were; you could see him smirking as he watched you. "Bring me those panties, Y/N."

Your panties hung from your hand as you moved forward. 

After taking them from you, Ivar took them up to his nose, and he inhaled your scent while still looking into your eyes.

As you looked at Ivar, air sucked in over your teeth, a half sigh, half moan escaping them.

"Were you touching yourself?" Ivar asked, cocking his brow at you.

It was impossible for you to lie to him, so you shook your head.

"You were just excited about getting fucked, weren't you?" Ivar pushed you away. "Turn around."

A throbbing ache filled your cunt, as your heart thundered in your ears. You turned, feeling his eyes crossing your back, your ass, down your legs, marking every inch of you as his property. "Come here." So quiet, so full of dark promises, Ivar's words cut into your core.

You followed him into your bedroom, feeling your pussy lips rubbing against one another and you had to suck your lower lip in to prevent yourself from moaning.

Ivar sat on the edge of the bed, put his crutch beside him and gestured for you to join him.

Knowing what he wanted, your body propelled itself forward; kneeling over his lap, feeling the hardness of his dick pressing through his pants and into your belly, your breathing rapidly increased as you felt the heat radiate from your unkempt cunt. 

Ivar's hand ran roughly over your back, down your ass, and cupped you; the other snaked into your hair to sharply pull your head back; you groaned, unable to keep quiet.

Ivar yanked your head back, and he squeezed your ass with the other hand. "What were you doing with my brother?" He asked simply, demanding a quick answer.

Pressing your round ass into Ivar's hand, you moaned.

His hand stung you with a harsh slap.

The impact made you whimper and jerk.

"I asked you a question, fuck-slut, what were you doing with Hvitserk?" Ivar's hand was caressing your burning flesh. Again, he smacked you, and you cried out. 

You trailed off, "I was talking with him about you," until he pulled your hair again, jerking your head back further as his other hand ran lightly across your exposed pussy. 

You moaned for him.

His harsh voice rang in your ears, "Fucking answer me, slut. What were you two talking about?"

"Oh, shit! I told him if I got late, you would punish me," you almost cried, and felt your pussy get wet. You were rewarded with another smack from Ivar, this time against your aching cunt. 

His gentle touch soothed you as you cried out and writhed against his hand.

Ivar continued to hold your hair and fondle your round ass, saying, "Fucking slut. I think you deserve some punishment for hanging out with my stupid brother," he dipped his finger into your soaking cunt, then quickly drained it. "Look at you, Y/N, look how wet you are. Don't you like it when I punish you?" Ivar yanked your head back.

You cried out, moving your hips a little, begging Ivar to touch your aching pussy again. "Yes, Ivar! Yes, I do!"

You felt another sharp sting across your ass, then another, and finally a third right on your cunt.

Your whole body tensed as you squealed. 

Ivar's finger was shoved back inside your cunt, feeling your walls squeezing against him.

As he shoved his finger into your pussy, you moaned, loving the way he invaded your flesh.

In the same moment, he retreated and rained a few more harsh blows across your ass.

"Get on your fucking knees, fuck-slut," Ivar demanded.

As you frantically knelt in front of him, your legs shook. 

As he undid his pants, Ivar pulled out his dick, which had already become hard as a rock. 

The thought of having him inside you made your pussy throb as you licked your lips.

Ivar looked at you as he stroked himself slowly, that smirk back on his face and that devilish look in his eyes. "What do you want, little Y/N?"

As you watched his hand slowly move up and down his cock, your whole body leaned into him as you licked your lips again.

As he reached out and grabbed your chin, Ivar forced you up and looked into his blue eyes, causing you to blush and feel your heart race again. "I asked what you do want."

The only words you could muster were. "I want to suck you, to taste your dick..."

You moaned aloud as Ivar smiled at you, making your pussy throb. "Go ahead," he encouraged.

Your lips gently brushed against his dick as you licked it.

As his hands twisted in your hair and pulled you onto his dick, you gagged, choked, and felt tears well up in your eyes. In your effort to keep his dick that deep in your throat, you moaned around his dick as you began to relax your mouth and throat; your breath came in harsh bursts through your nose, and your eyes watered. When you looked up at him, you realised Ivar was glaring down at you hardly. A few more times, Ivar thrust into your mouth, gagging you with his shaft, and then he let go.

Taking a few deep breaths, you gently licked your sore lips, then began to fuck him again with your mouth. Each time, you ran your tongue along his length, sucking on his dick; as you continued your rhythm, Ivar grasped your hair again, but let you fuck him anyway; you could hear him breathing hardly, almost gasping from time to time.

"You like sucking me, don't you, Y/N?" 

As you gazed up at him, your cunt contracted around nothing; you gripped his thighs as you gagged yourself on his dick.

As Ivar pushed you off his dick, you moaned and licked your lips.

"Tell me you liked it," he demanded with cold strength, sending shivers down your spine.

After casting your eyes away from his face, you let out a soft, weak sigh.

Again, his hand was firm as it grasped your throat, under your chin, forcing you to look at him. "Say it, slut, I wanna hear it."

You moaned, feeling your breathing shortened because of his hand rough against your neck, "I like sucking you, Ivar."

Once Ivar had let go of you, he gestured to you to lie on the bed. You got up and lay down quickly. 

Immediately, he began fastening you with the belts that he had prepared earlier; your arms and legs were spread, limiting your movement. After you were restrained, he turned his back on you, removing his cape and reaching into one of his pockets; Ivar turned back towards you with a scarf, and your heart raced. When he got closer, you writhed and jerked at the restraints, your breasts heaving with excitement and trepidation. Ivar blindfolded you deftly. As you lay in the darkness, all you could feel was the bite of the leather belts on your ankles and wrists, the cool air against your hot skin, and the feeling that Ivar's eyes were still on your naked form, exposed so sweetly to him.

"Fuck-slut, look at your wet pussy, you're dripping," his voice caused you to shake your head and bite your lip.

His hand suddenly touched you, and you bucked against him. As Ivar touched your round breasts, he gently gripped the flesh, his hands hot against your skin. You moaned and arched your back to push yourself firmly into Ivar's grasp. You cried out as both of your nipples were twisted harshly; Ivar's warm tongue soothed your aching tips as you cried out again.

With his hands and mouth, Ivar delighted you, causing you to struggle against the restraints to feel more of his mouth, more of his hands. Suddenly, he stopped touching you.

Your body ached with sexual need as you moaned in complaint and writhed on the bed.

"What's wrong, slut?" Ivar's voice was harsh, teasing. 

You knew he enjoyed watching you writhe in need; he knew he was driving you crazy but you thoroughly enjoyed it. Continuing to wriggle about, you groaned, "Oh, you're still here..."

Suddenly, he slapped your breast, causing you to hiss in between your teeth, and then you felt his hand on your inner thigh, casually resting next to your dripping cunt; you groaned and raised your hips in an effort to reach for him.

"Tell me what you want," Ivar said.

When he gently poked your nipple with his other hand, you squealed, "For the love of Thor, I love being teased by you!" When his fingers gently touched your pussy, your whole body twitched in response. 

"What do you want, slut?" Ivar asked.

While wriggling against the restraints, you moaned, your hands clenched into fists repeatedly. "Oh fuck, I want you to touch my pussy, please!" You pleaded.

A dark chuckle and a slap against your exposed pussy rewarded your honesty; you squealed, bucking against the straps.

You continued to suffer from his delicious torture. 

As Ivar slapped against your aching cunt, it caused you to cry out and cringe against his hand. He then gently touched your tender lips, probed his fingers into your wet cunt, making you arch your hips to keep his hand on you. The only time he punished you was when you were close to coming. Ivar's growl rang out, "Don't disobey, little cunt. You don't fucking come until I tell you to."

As your pussy ached, you cried, "I won't, fuck, I promise."

Suddenly, Ivar pushed two fingers into your pussy, massaging all of your delicious spots.

Your hands and legs thrashed against the restraints, and you screamed out, as your body spasmed from the orgasm. You panted and cried out as your mind and body were consumed by the overwhelming pleasure.

You could hear Ivar's dangerous quality in his voice as he hissed lowly, "You slut. I told you not to come."

You eagerly took his fingers into your mouth, tasting your own juices, before you could murmur an apology. Sucking his fingers, you wanted him to see how much you enjoyed being his slut.

His gloved hand stroked your face gently; his other ran across your breasts, pinching each nipple and watching your mouth open and close. "Good girl," he exclaimed while gently stroking your cheek, "But you came anyway. I told you not to come."

You panted in anticipation of his divine punishment as your heart flipped in your chest. "I'm sorry, I couldn't help myself!" You cried, pulling against the restraints. "I'm sorry!" The pleas you made fell on deaf ears, you knew deep inside.

Ivar ran his hand down your side, making you gasp. "What should I do with you now?" Ivar whispered to himself. "How should I deal with your greedy, little cunt, Y/N?" 

You could hear him moving on the bed and feel him kneeling between your thighs.

"I'll be good. Please," you said as you strained against the restraints; you could feel his naked thighs just out of reach, and you fought the urge to grin at the thought of him getting undressed just for you.

Slowly, he shifted forward until the tip of his dick touched your pussy lips. Ivar said, "I think you should lay there and let me fuck you right up against your greedy pussy."

You cried, moved your head a little and moaned out, "Oh no, please, fuck, please! I need to feel you in my cunt, Ivar."

You felt another slap against your cunt; Ivar earned a loud moan from you.

Ivar stated matter-of-factly, "That is exactly what your cunt needs." As Ivar stuck the tip of his dick in you, you clenched around him, yearning for the rest of his cock. "You better not come this time,” Ivar quickly pulled out and slapped your cunt with his thick cock. "Tell me you won't be a greedy slut today, Y/N."

You shuddered as you promised, "I won't be a greedy slut."

As Ivar shoved his tip into your pussy, he used his hand to pump up and down the shaft, feeling you try not to spasm around his cock.

You knew that he was enjoying what he was doing to you, looking down at your greedy cunt trying to get more of his dick; seemingly of their own accord, your hips started to raise off the bed and grind against Ivar, pushing him deeper.

You had no idea how long he kept doing it, fucking himself while you struggled and panted for more of his dick. 

Then, when you felt the beginnings of an orgasm building within you, Ivar would withdraw and administer a stinging slap to your slopping, swollen slit. After repeatedly bringing you to the edge of coming, he smacked his open palm fully against your cunt. The more he did it, the more your words became pleas; you were begging him, crying out, coming so close again and again.

Finally, you were begging Ivar in a breathy voice, "Please, please, please"; your legs lay gaping open, your swollen, red pussy glistening from your excitement.

It was obvious he was taking in the sight, admiring how you were still eager to feel his dick, longing to come for him. You liked to imagine that Ivar was smiling, thinking about how much you wanted to belong to him, be his fuck toy; you started biting your bottom lip, breathing faster, starting to move your hips in an effort to relieve the tension.

"What, fuck-slut?" His voice made you gasp.

"Please, I want to come," you whispered. "Can I come?" 

Your mouth dropped open as he slid his hands under your ass and you felt his breath against your hot pussy lips; each word was a hot breath against you, "Beg me to let you come."

"Ivar, please don't torture me any more!"

His tongue slowly encircled your wet slit; you moaned aloud, bucked against Ivar, his lips tugging at your clit, and you pressed yourself more into his mouth.

You yelped in pain as Ivar nipped at your clit with his sharp teeth. The man's lips were at your slit, his tongue lapped up the opening and plunged into your cunt, causing you to gasp in astonishment. He pulled away for just long enough to say, "Come for me, slut," and his lips were on you again, teasing your clit as he pushed his fingers into your aching pussy.

As his fingers fucked you roughly and his mouth burned against your clit, you felt the orgasm come on suddenly; it was bright, hard, and made you squeal and moan incoherently. After your sudden release, you lay there gasping for breath, shuddering, feeling woozy. "Thank you," you whispered in a shaky tone.

He nipped again at your clit after sliding his fingers from your clit and feeling your cunt contract around him again. "Good girl."

You let out a loud moan.

Suddenly, you felt him get up from the bed, as you lay tingling and wondering what high he might have still for you. The only thing you heard was his crutch hitting the floor repeatedly, and you felt the air against your skin as your pussy throbbed yet tingled with anticipation.

Suddenly, you felt a light touch running from your foot up your leg.

"What are you thinking about, Y/N?" Ivar asked casually.

In response to your prolonged silence, he grabbed you by the throat, pushing you down into the bed. "I asked you a question," Ivar said, releasing his grip enough for you to breathe.

"I love being your slut, Ivar. I'm yours, and I'd love to finally make you cum within my pussy, Ivar," you gasped and shuddered under his hands.

Your knees tried desperately to press together to soothe your hot pussy as Ivar released your throat.

You could hear his dark chuckle, and you felt yourself squirm. "You're just greedy, Y/N, aren't you?" Ivar asked.

When he removed your blindfold, your face flushed again as you saw Ivar's look in his eyes; your heart began to pound once more.

Because you were so weak, you didn't realise that he had undone your legs, and was currently undoing your wrists. With your eyes closed and a soft smile on your lips, you let your body lay limp in the glow of Ivar's desires.

"Get up," Ivar said.

As you got up, smirking, you noticed the fact he wasn't ashamed of his legs; his pants were lowered under the curve of his ass, the braces on his legs stayed on; after all those long months, he opened up to you fully, and you helped him overcome his weaknesses. You knew how much it cost him to stand on his legs for so long, and you were so grateful for his eagerness in making you come so many times.

Ivar gripped your arm and forced you to bend over the bed; he shoved your face down, and pulled your hands together on your back. You stood, your ass fully exposed, your pussy wet and dripping; you looked back over your shoulder, and saw Ivar smiling at you mischievously.

As he grasped your hips, his hands massaged your flesh. After a short time, his one hand released one of your hips.

Turning your head, you saw him spitting on his cock, spreading his saliva all over its hardened shaft with his palm. When he pushed himself deep inside of you from behind, you yelled loudly, "Oh, Ivar!" 

As much as his legs would allow, he started bucking his hips into you, constantly increasing his pace. "My little, fucking slut," he grunted in a husky tone. Even though you were still incredibly wet from his previous actions, Ivar's cock was thick enough to cause you some discomfort.

The only way you could meet all of his thrusts was to roll your hips for him and allow one of his hands to wrap around your nape, squeezing it. 

The way Ivar fucked you was merciless. You kept getting a few hard spanks on the stick out butt while he continued thrusting into you. Through gritted teeth, Ivar spit, "You fucking cunt feels so sweet on my dick. You're going to make me cum, Y/N."

Ivar cum within your cunt within a few thrusts, rolling his head back; his gloved palm squeezed your hip so hard you could be sure he left a bruise.

As you whined loudly, you let a few tears stream down your cheeks because the pleasure he provided you with was unbearable.

As he worked on improving his shirt and pants, he let you lie down on the bed to rest.

The room was eerily cold, and you felt your pussy aching as you watched him; you knew he was about to leave you to return to Freydis, his pregnant wife. The heartache inside of you always came to the surface whenever he left you behind in order to get back to her; you knew you were nothing but a thrall to him that he could use however he pleased, for he was your king after all. "Ivar?" You whispered. 

In response to your voice, the Boneless cocked his eyebrow and looked at you.

“Will you stay, even if just for a while?” You asked openly, even though you knew his answer already.

He was bold with you when he said, "You know well that I can't. Freydis is waiting for me, I guess she already sent someone to find out where I am."

Silently, you nodded your head, admiring Ivar's features; he was the most handsome man you have ever seen.

As he walked to your bed, he rested his weight on his metal crutch. As he stroked your cheeks, his touch was like a cool breeze in the summer. "I know, I know. What did I tell you last time, little Y/N?"

You recitated the words he told you after your last intercourse, "I must be strong and understanding for our bond will never fade."

"Good girl," Ivar praised and slowly limped out of your hut, leaving you naked on your bed.

As he closed the front door, you rolled over on your back and enjoyed the soft fur beneath you. As your left hand slipped down your body, it rested on your lower abdomen. Even though you knew a part of Ivar loved you truly, you were too scared to confess to him that you were carrying his child.

𝓓𝓪𝔂 16 - Live Out A Dream || demon!Kyojuro Rengoku x fem!reader

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Summary: Despite the fact that he is no longer who he used to be, your dear Kyojuro visits you late at night.

Warnings: Smut

Word count: 1088

Author: Cass

A/N: the prompt for today is: Demon Sex Rengoku I had in mind while writing this.

It was normal for people to leave the Demon Slayer Corps. Some of the slayers left because of health problems, injuries, or were forced to leave by death itself.

Hashiras weren't usually seen leaving with demons, but your master left with one. 

Kyojuro Rengoku was more than just your master; he was also your lover. The pain might have been doubled because of that.

His actions were unexpected. As a man of honor, he always put others' safety before his own, so why would he do such a thing? His wounds or all the blood he lost may have prompted him to do this.

All those questions were on your mind after you saw him leaving with the demon.

The results of a Mugen Train were many people saved, broken hearts, and a traitorous Hashira.

With a heavy heart, you chose to remain a Hashira of Demon Slayer Corp; you were no longer an apprentice. You were always wondering if your former Master would cross paths with you again.

Many missions were sent to you, some more challenging than others, but the most recent was the most challenging. Due to that, you were sent back to your estate to rest before being called upon again.

Unlike any other night before, this one was completely hellish; nightmares and anxiety were constantly bombarding your consciousness; not even nights where you were recovering from deep wounds were as difficult as this one.

Tired of tossing and turning, you decided to go outside and get some fresh air to calm your racing mind. Your eyes slowly closed as you sat on the egawa, as if your body was trying to rest.

"Look at you, my dear Y/N, my tsuguko, my beloved."

When you heard the familiar tone, your eyes snapped open to reveal Kyojuro's face: gray skin with a red, flamelike pattern, red eyes with yellow, glowing pupils, looking right at you; his hair was long and looked like a real fire.

It would have been wise for you to panic, you should have taken action, you should have attacked the demon, you should have beheaded it.

Nonetheless, you did not act in this manner.

A smile spread across his face as your hand moved to cup his cheek; to your surprise, he felt warm to the touch; with a smile, he nuzzled your hand. "My little flame," he whispered, kissing your warm hand. "I couldn't bear another moment without you," Kyojuro confessed, pulling you into a tight embrace.

Your body was stiff and there was no way you knew what to do. He was a traitor, a demon, but at the same time he was Kyojuro, your master and lover; you had missed him for so long and he was here, hugging you tightly like he always did.

As a final gesture, you nuzzled his shoulder and returned the hug.

There was something wrong; you couldn't pinpoint what it was but this feeling didn't give you any peace. The world crumbled suddenly around you and you awoke with a soft gasp and a short moan. It was just a dream, a fairy tale reunion.

You were feeling the coldness of the night on your skin and wondered whether or not you had closed the window. As you reached for your silky nightgown to be tightened around your body, you discovered that you were entirely naked. Your body trembled from the sensation of something warm pressing against your clit and something filling your pussy, massaging your inner walls.

"Fuck!" You whined, staring into the glowing eyes of the hungry demon eating you alive. While watching Rengoku settle comfortably between your parted legs, you thought to yourself that it wasn't a dream at all. You licked your lips in satisfaction.

Keeping a steady and strong pace, the thick fingers of his moved in and out of your pussy; his thumb massaging your clit covered already in his thick saliva.

It wasn't long before the knot in your lower belly snapped and you screamed loudly. You watched him kneel while trying to catch your breath. There was nothing right about it.

"My darling flame, I was worried you would sleep through the fun," Kyojuro chuckled, pulling you closer by grabbing your legs.

Despite your surprise, you moved your hands up his chest, tracing the fiery mark in the middle. "My love… I can't believe you came to me."

He pushed his hard cock into you, earning a yelp from you, as he said, "I promised you that I would be with you till my last days. And I'll visit you every night."

Was it just your lustless mind playing tricks on you or did he feel bigger than before?

His hard thrusts easily made you whimper.

For him, every sound you made was like a melody, a melody he really missed; the idea of coming back to you was a good one.

Raising your hand, you said quietly, "Kyojuro..."

As he watched you, he raised an eyebrow, refusing to slow down; he used to do this when he was still a man. Kyojuro was shocked that you still wanted to do this despite everything that happened. A certain humor was apparent in the way humans acted, even a hint of pathetic sentiment. As he intertwined his fingers with yours, he mocked you, "You haven't changed at all." 

Squeezing his hands, you focused on the sensation of his cock fucking you deeply and nicely. Once again, you felt the familiar knot building in your lower belly.

Suddenly, he let go of your hand and his thumb started to roll and pinch your clitoris; it made your pussy clench rapidly around his shaft buried deep within you.

His hips moved shallowly as he grunted deeply to help you come down from your high.

 You expected him to fill you up, so much so that you pawed at his toned chest silently begging him for it. However, despite your silent pleas, he pulled his dick straight out and cummed all over your belly.

Watching him, you whined with sadness.

Kyojuro chuckled and leaned down. "You have to earn this," he said as he kissed you passionately.

It was hard to tell whether the events of the previous night were real when you awoke the next morning. The ache between your legs gave you the impression that this indeed occurred, but at the same time it made no sense. The point of thinking about it over and over was pointless, but you really hoped Kyojuro would come back.