Four In The Morning ( When You Creep Back Into Bed )

"Come here, pretty boy!"

Mihawk stops, turning at the sound of your voice floating through the open door of one the rooms. Were you talking to him? Terms of endearment aren't entirely new between the two of you, but pretty boy is entirely new.

Curious, he strides towards the door, intent on seeing what you need ㅡ and freezing when he finds that your attention is on that damn feline.

Eyes narrowing, Mihawk slips away quietly, leaving you oblivious to his presence. He knows he wouldn't be jealous of Kurai, swears that he isn't ㅡ but what has that creature done to deserve such sweet names from you?

Though he most definitely is not sulking, he dwells on it until after dinner when he looks up from his book to look at where you're curled up with your own propped open in your lap, one hand on the book and the other on Kurai.

"Darling," he begins, waiting until you look up. "I overheard you talking to..." He falters, eyes narrowing on the pleased cat next to you, "Kurai earlier, and you called him 'pretty boy'."

You blink. "I did," you answer, "because he is my pretty boy." You scratch under Kurai's chin.

"I see." He pauses, debating. "....am I not also your pretty boy?"

Your head tilts, brow furrowing. "Of course you are. What is this about?" You glance at Kurai, then back at Mihawk. "Are you jealous of the cat?"

He glares. "No. Jealousy of a creature like that is beneath me."

You nod, amused and wholly unconvinced as you return your attention to your book. "Whatever you say," you intone with a smirk, "pretty boy."

Mihawk scoffs, returning to his own book and sneaking glances at you when you don't notice, all but glaring at the cat.

Okay, so maybe he's a little jealous.

Just having a normal conversation with @ghostymarni TBB left us with so many questions, where Clone Rebellion show?!?

LOST AND FOUND - THE SALESMAN

pairing: the salesman x top male reader

synopsis: A man starts noticing his belongings disappearing after every visit to his best friend’s house—until he stumbles upon the unsettling truth.

content warnings: 18+, bottom salesman, reader is fucking salesman's son, dubcon, blackmail, cheating, fingering, anal sex, implied stalking, dead dove do not eat.

word count: 1.6k

Dinner at your best friend’s house is always an experience.

Not because of the food—his dad’s a damn good cook, actually—but because of the company.

“Hyung, I’m telling you, this lady at work keeps calling me ‘oppa,’ and I don’t know how to tell her I hate it,” Jiho complains, waving his chopsticks for emphasis. “Like, I get it, I’m devastatingly handsome, but can we have boundaries?”

You snort, reaching for more rice. “You could just tell her to stop.”

“I did! And you know what she said? She said I ‘look like the type to enjoy it.’” Jiho groans, collapsing dramatically against the back of his chair. “I feel violated.”

Across the table, Jiho’s father hums, slow and thoughtful. “Perhaps you give off the impression of someone who enjoys attention,” he muses, sipping his soup.

Jiho gapes at him, offended. “You’re supposed to be on my side!”

You chuckle, glancing at Jiho’s father. He hasn’t said much tonight, but that’s not unusual. The man is a quiet observer, the kind of person who listens more than he speaks. You’ve had dinner here plenty of times before, and the pattern is always the same—Jiho chatting away, you chiming in, and his father interjecting with the occasional dry remark.

But tonight… feels different.

Jiho’s father has been watching you. Not obviously—just little glances, the weight of his gaze lingering longer than usual. His face remains unreadable, but there’s something sharp in his eyes, something calculating.

It’s not unfriendly, exactly. Just… unsettling.

“Hyung?” Jiho nudges your arm. “You good?”

You blink, shaking off the feeling. “Yeah. Just thinking about how you probably deserve that treatment.”

Jiho makes a wounded noise. “Et tu, Brute?”

Across the table, his father chuckles. A deep, quiet sound. When you glance at him, he’s already looking away, refilling his tea like he wasn’t just assessing you like a goddamn science project.

Yeah. Something’s up with him tonight.

You just don’t know what.

And that? That should’ve been your first warning.

You should’ve gone home.

Jiho had texted that he’d be late—something about running an errand for work—but you figured it was no big deal. You’d been to his house a thousand times before, and waiting around wasn’t exactly a hardship.

But the house was too quiet without him.

It’s why you found yourself wandering, aimlessly at first, then with purpose when you noticed something odd.

A door. Slightly ajar.

You didn’t remember Jiho ever mentioning this room before. Curiosity got the better of you, and you nudged the door open fully—only to freeze in place.

Inside, the walls were lined with shelves. Not with books or storage boxes, but with you.

Your bracelets. Your books. Your toothbrush.

And—most horrifyingly—your underwear.

Stacks of them, folded neatly. Some draped over surfaces, others tucked away like a grotesque collection. And at the very center, in a glass display case like some kind of prized possession, was a used condom—your used condom.

A sickening chill crawled up your spine.

What the fuck was this?

A shadow moved behind you. Before you could react, a deep voice spoke, low and amused.

“Didn’t anyone ever tell you it’s rude to snoop?”

You turned sharply. Jiho’s father stood in the doorway, watching you with a smirk that didn’t quite reach his eyes.

You opened your mouth—whether to demand an explanation or to throw up, you weren’t sure—but he stepped forward, closing the door behind him with a click.

Trapping you inside.

“You’ve been quite careless,” he murmured, trailing a finger along one of the shelves. “Leaving so many things behind. Did you ever wonder where they went?”

Your pulse thundered in your ears. “What the fuck is this?”

Jiho’s father merely chuckled. “Just a collection. I like to keep things that interest me.”

Your stomach churned. This wasn’t just interest—this was obsession.

You tried to move past him, but he stepped in your way, his smirk widening. “Ah, ah. I wouldn’t be so hasty.”

You clenched your jaw. “Move.”

“And if I don’t?” His voice was light, conversational, but there was a razor-sharp edge beneath it. “You could run to Jiho. Tell him. But then I’d have to tell everyone something too, wouldn’t I?”

Your breath caught.

“I wonder,” he mused, tilting his head. “How would your workplace react? Your friends? Your family?”

Your hands curled into fists. You knew what he was implying. Being outed in this country—where tradition and reputation mattered—was a death sentence for your social life, your career, everything.

He leaned in, his voice dropping to a whisper. “So, what will it be?”

Oh.

Oh hell no.

You let out a short, incredulous laugh, because there is no way this is happening. “Dude,” you blurt. “You do realize your son and I have been—”

“I’m very aware,” he interrupts smoothly, his gaze flickering down your form. “And I must say… I can see why he’s so taken with you.”

You should leave. You should run. But your legs don’t move. Because the way he’s looking at you—intense, predatory, like he’s testing something—sends a very different kind of shiver down your spine.

The air between you shifts.

He’s close now. Too close.

“You’re an interesting one,” he murmurs, reaching out—not grabbing, just hovering, his fingers barely ghosting over your arm. “Most people would be terrified right now.”

“Oh, I am,” you say, flashing a weak grin. “But I also have really bad coping mechanisms.”

His lips quirk up. “Is that so?”

Then, before you can think better of it—before you can stop yourself—you grab him by the tie and pull him in.

His smirk barely has time to widen before your lips crash together.

The kiss is messy. Heated. Too much, too fast, but neither of you seem to care. His hands find your waist, pulling you flush against him, while yours tangle in the expensive fabric of his suit. He tastes like something rich and intoxicating, and damn it, you hate how much you like it.

Your hands move to his waist as his move up to your shoulders, slightly changing the dynamics of the situation. He groans against your mouth at the friction against his crotch, making you hard.

This is wrong, so wrong, but there doesn’t really seem to be another way out.

You tug at his work pants, bringing them down with a firm grasp while pushing him onto the bed in the corner of the room– more like a shrine.

His cock emerges, hard and leaking. Your thumbs trails at the head-- picking up the precum that builds up at the slit. He shudders; he hasn’t touched himself like this in so long.

Wanting to finish what he wants as soon as possible, you shimmy down your own pants, revealing your own erection. You find yourself feeling ashamed at the fact that your grew hard from kissing your fuck buddy best friend’s father.

Searching through his coat pocket, the older man finds a small packet of lube and tosses it at you. You catch it before it flies past you– glaring at him. 

“You're no fun,” he grins, as you rip the packet with your teeth and pour the cool liquid onto your fingers.

You take your lubed digits to his awaiting hole and press them at his entrance, before pushing in. You weren’t going to give this man the mercy of your patience.

His back arched as he let out a loud moan. If your fingers felt this good, how would your cock feel in him?

His thoughts were interrupted by you moving your fingers in and out of him sloppily, not caring if the sudden intrusion hurt (he was a masochist, so you supposed it didn’t matter anyway).

Feeling that he had been prepped enough, you slid your digits out of his hole, and replaced the emptiness with your cock.

The head caught on to the slick of the lube, pushing in slightly– before you slid all the way in. You groaned at how tight he was– even tighter than Jiho if that were possible. You chided yourself for thinking like that before you pulled out almost all the way before slamming back in.

The man’s eyes rolled to the back of his head– your cock hitting the right spot with every thrust. You felt so, so good inside him, and his hole involuntarily clenched around you at the thought.

You held tightly onto his waist as you practically abused his hole, profanities leaving your mouth every now and then.

“Hah– never thought you would get of to being fucked by your son’s best friend, hm?” He could only mumble incoherently at the jab, his brain just too full with being fucked dumb.

He had been waiting so long for this to finally happen, for you to take him like this. He was aware of the relationship between you and his son, and he chose to exploit it instead of doing what a normal dad should do.

But it wasn’t like he was a normal person anyway.

At that thought, he felt himself clench around you more, fucking psychopath. You groaned, feeling his warmth, thrusting into him even further as though you were an animal in heat.

Soon, you felt yourself close to a climax, so you pressed your cock into him all the way, letting yourself come undone– painting his insides a pearly white, before whispering in his ear.

“You can throw away that condom now– you have the real thing in you anyway”, he came, almost violently, when he heard you say that– his semen staining his pristine suit.

You were going to pull out of him, when a sharp knock suddenly echoed through the house.

“Dad?”

You both freeze.

Oh. Oh, hell.

The door creaks open, and there stands Jiho —his son—staring at the two of you like he’s just walked into the world’s worst nightmare.

Silence.

More silence.

Then—

“What. The. Fuck.”

You sigh, forehead dropping against the older man’s shoulder. “Welp,” you mutter. “Guess I am gonna start screaming now.”

© carnalcrows on tumblr. Please do not steal my works as I spend time, and I take genuine effort to do them.

This was a little idea that I came up with for some reason but yeah.

“Ad’ika”

Summary: Fives have been patronizing you for the last couple of rotations with a word in a language you don’t understand. Now you’ll stop at nothing to figure out his little game.

Paring: Fives x GN Padawan Reader (PLATONIC WOOO)

Warning: none :) please try to enjoy

Word count: 902 This was meant to be a drabble but long then I expected, but shorter than my normal fics… if that makes sense

Notes: giving myself a pat on the back for actually proof reading something. Thank you thank you *bows*



Fives laughed as he practically draped himself over Echo's shoulder, he knew exactly what he was doing.

"Just tell me Fives!" You shot your hands up, running them quickly through your hair. Fives for the past few rotations started calling you a name in a language you didn't understand which was very unfair.

Ad'ika.

It has been haunting you since Fives started.

You knew some words in Mando'a but this was not one of the limited few.

A smirk flashed across his face again. Echo rolled his eyes at his batch mates actions knowing it was stupid to peeve off a Jedi.

"Echo come on." You tried him for the 100th time. "At least tell me it's nothing bad."

"It's nothing bad." Echo simply said looking from you to Fives.

"Then tell me!"

Fives only shook his head before looking down to his comms. "Maybe after training, which your going to be late for." He shot a finger up silencing your next thought, then jabbed towards the door the doors.

You took one last desperate glance at Echo which he only replayed with a shrug. Heavy footsteps stomped through the halls and out of their ear shot.

"Are you ever going to end their misery? I'm sure by tomorrow they're going to be threatening you with that lightsaber." Echo glance back at Fives as he now decided to get up once you were gone.

"Maybe." Fives said with a laugh. "I'm already in too deep, I said it on accident once but it's kinda growing on me." He bumped shoulders with Echo as they walked out into the halls.

"Besides it's making all the vodes very happy to have just a little fun keeping a small secret."

"And to be calling them that." Echo added as they both turned without thought to the barracks.

You dodged out of the way as you felt the air of the punch that Anakin sent right against your cheek.

The small training room aboard the Dominator wasn’t ideal but between missions it was perfect, or even to clear up some thoughts.

Anakin sent another kick that barely missed grazing your side. You could hear the load inhale that came from the Captain watching

“Y/N what’s going on today?” He asked in between punches and kicks. “Your distracted- I can barely hear myself think.”

With a grunt you sent another kick towards your master which he easily blocked. “Fives is driving me up the wall.” You said with a breath.

“What’s new? Welcome to my life.” Rex added from the wall he leaned on. “What did he do this time.” Anakin finished for him, bringing the sparing to a stop.

“He keeps saying something to me that I don’t understand. Every cycle I hear it but he won’t tell me, none of the men will.” You slide down the wall to the dusty mat that covered most of the floor.

Rex let out a small chuckle before Anakin joined you on the floor. “Well what is it?”

You leaned your head on the wall before answering. “Ad’ika.” The new language felt weird on your tongue. “Do you know it master?”

Anakin glanced at Rex before looking back at you. “Fives is calling you that?” He asked with a smile growing on his face.

“Yes! All the men are. Do you know what it means?” Your eyes lightened up looking form Anakin and Rex. Maybe finally you’ll get answers.

Anakin along with Rex started to laugh, clearly something about your misery was amusing to them.

“Well since Fives asked me not too I’m sure the general would be perfect to let you in on their little game.” Rex put his hands up in surrender as he joined the pair on the ground.

Rex watched as Anakin leaned over and whispered in your ear. You snapped your head towards his direction with a questioning look on your face.

“Are you sure?”

“I’m more than sure Y/N.” Anakin said with a smirk. “I’ve definitely heard Rex say it before.”

It made perfect sense now.

An old mission where you and Fives were in a Saloon when someone asked who you were- it rolled right off his tongue just as easy as his name did when introducing himself.

In the dead of night after a hard campaign- the comforting words seemed to wrap you up like a blanket.

All the times Fives has called you that seemed to be seen clearly through the light of day. They all came flooding back to you.

It seemed like a trance when you got up and walked away from the training room. Your brain didn’t really know where you were going but your legs did.

Around a corner, then another. You practically bumped into Fives as you turned into another corridor, the path to the barracks seemed engraved into your mind at this point.

“How was training Ad-“ Before he could finish his sentence you wrapped your arms in a rib crushing hug around Fives.

Caught off guard it took him a second to really register what was going on. “Is everything all right Y/N?”

You nodded into his chest, staying in his warm embrace for a moment longer before you said. “I like that name. Please don’t ever stop using it.”

You felt Fives give a little chuckle before he said. “I knew you would.

Ad’ika: Little one/ Son/ Daughter

_____________________________________

Taglist: @arctrooper69 @thereforepizza @padawancat97 @pb-jellybeans @floffytofu

salutations bruzz😼 CAN YOU PLEASE ON MY MOMMA WRITE AN IN HO X READER PLATONIC LIKE EITHER READER IS IN HOS DAUGHTER OR IN HO SEES READER AS THEIR OWN (DOESNT HAVE TO BE DAUGHTER IM ALL UP FOR GENDER NUTERAL TOO‼️) BUT IM FEELING QUITE JOYOUS AND I WANNA SEE A IN HO X READER PLATONIC WHERE HE SEES READER AS THEIR OWN🙏🙏 YOU CAN WRITE IT HOWEVER YOU WANT ILL CONSUME ANYTHING AT THIS POINT AS LONG AS ITS PLATONIC ^^

Paring: Hwang In-ho x platonic!fem!reader

Warnings:

A/n: I don't write In-ho very well, imo so sorry, I also hope hcs are alr ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

You're not sure why, when, or how In-ho noticed you, but you're eternally grateful to him for it

he saved you during a game, and now you've found an unfamiliar sense of solace in his company

he gives you his food sometimes, he says you need it more than him

he sometimes gives you affectionate head rubs when he walks by

has some kind of nickname for you sometimes hehe

he feels like he needs to protect you. He's lost so many people, and he's never opened up since then

he always feels a sense of pride whenever you beat a game or defend yourself

he shows love very subtly, but it's a warm place to call home for you

he checks in on you when you can't sleep or you're scared

always assures you that you're safe with him

he wants you to know he wouldn't let anybody hurt you if they tried

you find yourself naturally drawn to him in moments of stress, and it really comforts him

he doesn't want you to find out he's the frontman because he thinks youll be scared of him :(

regardless of if you do or not, he would care for you like his own

This is so agonizingly short, sorry, Anon. ♡ Totally think I'll write more of this type with In-ho, though, sooo

your fics are AMAZING ?? actual perfection. and you write for supernatural ??? I literally check your account on a DAILY basis- and if I ever see a castiel fic on here I'm gonna scream !! pls pls pls keep doing what you're doing you LEGEND

THEME: cas really wants to please you.

CHARACTER: male reader x castiel

NOTE: literally just cas choking on your dick..

p.s. this might be my best writing yet wtf.

WARNING: choking,, eye contact,, pet names,, gagging,, blowjob,, face fucking,, pwp,, big dick!reader,, praise kink,, light dirty talk,, light corruption kink,, very light cock worship,, cas swallows.

you let out a soft hum, leaning back on your palms. castiel was on his knees, between your legs, resting his cheek on your inner thigh, looking up at you expectantly, with such cute and pleading eyes. you brought your hand up to his hair, gently carding your fingers through the dark brown locks. “whatcha lookin' at me like that for?” you asked gently, smiling down at the other. he leaned his head into your touch, like a needy cat. castiel didn't say anything as his hands leisurely moved to your crotch. you raised your eyebrows at his actions, although you let him continue.

his hands slowly fiddled with the belt, unbuckling it, all the while, he kept his eyes locked on yours. “what, you want my cock, baby?” you mumbled as castiel unbuttoned your pants and pulled the zipper down. he caught a glimpse of your clothed cock as he shifted his gaze, a small wanton groan slipping past his lips. with no second thought, castiel mouthed at your length through the fabric, his eyes closing in bliss. “oh, damn.” you breathed. where did he learn that?

“cas, come on, don't make me wait..” your voice was a bit needy, breathless. castiel shifted and sat on his heels. his teeth bit on the waistband of your boxers, pulling it down with the assistance of his hand. your mouth gaped at the sight, your palm pressing to the back of the angel's head just slightly. after freeing your length, castiel took a hold of it, giving a few slow yet firm pumps. you adjusted your position to make it more comfortable for the man in front of you.

“i'll.. make you feel good.” castiel said softly, carefully, as if he was hesitant to even speak up. “yeah, you will, you always do.” you reassured him and praised him in a single sentence, pupils blown wide with pure love and lust as the angel's tongue licked a stripe from your base to the tip, your cock hardening even more. he then kitten-licked the head once or twice, before finally wrapping his lips around the end of your cock. “ah-huh, so pretty..” you whispered, watching his every move intently.

castiel bobbed his head up and down, only sucking like an inch of your dick, looking up at you again. teasing. his actions made you grin, your breath starting to get heavy. “such a good boy, so good.” your fingers massaged his scalp gently, seemingly encouraging him. castiel was blinking slowly, his hands resting on your thighs to give him proper leverage. he let out a small hum of content, slowly but surely, with each motion of his head, he took more of you. you could feel your tip pressing to the back of his tongue at this point. “can't believe I got-” you started but paused, due to your breath stuttering, relishing in the sensation. “i got an angel of the lord sucking my dick.. the most perfect one of all, too.” you spoke lowly, watching castiel's eyebrows furrowing barely and eyes narrowing, continuing his slow ministrations. “you stay because of me, but it's my cock that makes you want to stay, isn't it?” you asked rhetorically, pushing on the back of castiel's head, making him take you deeper in his throat.

castiel's tongue pressed up, more firmly to the underside of your cock as his throat closed up, his abdomen tensing. he held himself back, not gagging. yet. your other hand moved to the side of the angel's face, thumb softly caressing his cheek. his eyes closed and he braced himself, shoving himself down as far as he could, gagging almost immediately, but holding the position. his eagerness made a flicker of surprise flash across your face, a light groan ripping itself out of your throat. “fucking hell..” you uttered, your fingers tightening in his hair, pulling his head back to ease his throat. as if on instinct, castiel made a miniscule sound of disapproval, looking at you with a look that said I'm alright, let me do it but simultaneously stop me again, I dare you.

you loosened your grip and let a smirk grace your lips, excitement and thrill coursing through your body. “thought I was too big for your pretty little mouth?” you mused as castiel started out slow again, to let himself settle down a bit. his eyelids just fluttered shut. you could tell that the gears in his head were turning, but all that he wanted at the moment was to suck you off so good, to make you forget your worries and focus on him. pulling off with a soft pop sound, castiel turned his head at an angle and his tongue licked a stripe from the tip to the base once again, this time on the side of your cock. you made a pleased sound, his lips pressing kisses back to the tip. your cock was now slick with a mix of his saliva and a bit of your own precum.

giving you no warning, castiel used a hand to steady your cock before shoving it down his throat, as much as he could possibly fit. he even sat up a bit. “ugh,, yeah angel, just like that..” you rasped out, face scrunched up as you felt the tightness of his throat against your tip. he gagged again, this time more harshly, his blinking frequent to rid himself of the tears gathering in his eyes. you admit, it was quite worrying to see him do this, but at the same time.. it was hot. it was extremely sexy and it turned you on even more, your cock twitching in his mouth. castiel felt it and he choked, his shoulders tensing. he was just about to pull his head back, but in the spur of the moment, you just held his head in place, even pushing your hips forward.

castiel groaned before he choked again, his fingers squeezing the flesh of your thighs. the sound of him choking on your dick because you're just too big for him.. it made you ecstatic. eventually, both of your hands sought solace on castiel's head. your movements started off slow, experimental even, moving your angel's head up and down, adding the movement of your hips to the mix. castiel squeezed his thighs shut, his own hard-on straining against his pants. he paid no mind to it right now. “so perfect, aren't you? letting me use your mouth as I please.” your voice was a low moan, the movements increasing in pace. his teeth accidentally grazed your length and it made you grunt, fingertips pressing to his scalp. the slick sounds, the muffled groans from castiel, the praises and sounds of pleasure leaving your lips, it all filled the defeaning silence in the room. you never thought you'd get to face fuck castiel of all people, or angels, but you sure as hell weren't complaining.

after a good minute, and castiel struggling to breathe, you gave harsh thrusts and came with a loud groan, your shoulders hunching and your entire body leaning forward, cumming inside castiel's warm mouth. you released your grip on his head entirely, leisurely sliding your hands down to castiel's face and pulling him off of your cock. his face was flushed, chest heaving and breath coming in in shorts puffs, eyes half-lidded with pleasure. his mouth hung open for a second and you caught a glimpse of your cum sliding down to the tip of his tongue. he pressed his lips together, swallowing hard. oh.

“cas.. fuck-” you breathed lowly, shifting on the bed a bit, moving to press your foot to castiel's crotch; you noticed the bulge. he whined in response, leaning into your touch as he closed his eyes and tried catching his breath. “imma fuck you so good..” you promised him, leaning down to press a kiss to his mouth.

I’ve got a request my dear! Can you please do bottom Nanami who just had rough day and finally gets the chance to relax and be a pillow princess.

Love you dear!

Good Boys Deserve Good Things

𓇼 🌊 🐚 -Nanami Kento x Dom! Male Reader

𓇼 🌊 🐚-Cw: Overstimulation, dacryphilia, praise, Some sir and daddy kink, like one spank and manhandling (readers a strong boy 💪🏽)

It really didn’t take anyone special to tell how hard Nanami Kento worked. From a busy salaryman who hated his job to a sorcerer who still couldn’t stand the business, just had less of a hatred towards it. That was life though, grinding through shit you hate. It was worth it he believed, eventually retiring to Malaysia with his sweetheart was worth any challenge.

It would be awhile until that point though. For now he was a slave to the workforce. Nanami was returning back from home after a long day as usual. He looked over to see the kitchen was clean and some delicious looking cuisine in a container. Must’ve been your cooking.

He kicked off his dress goes and took his suit coat off before trudging upstairs. A few annoying comments from Gojo always got him exhausted and annoyed. He entered the room to see you relaxing on the bed lazily scrolling through you’re phone. You glanced up to see your husband with an annoyed expression on his face.

You couldn’t help but smile at his annoyed and flustered look. You could tell he was aggravated, not at you of course. “Hey there handsome, work got you down?” You smiled teasingly. Nanami Kento was no submissive man by any standards. A wise and reserved man which could be seen by anyone. Though, sometimes a man needed a break.

He got on his knees crawling over to your side of the bed as your large hand cupped his cheek. “Please sir….” He pleaded. The alias rolling off his tongue sounding like sweet honey in your ears. “Please what handsome?” You inquired with a knowing eyebrow.

“Please, fuck me…” He spoke softly, cheeks flushed with a pretty pastel dusted across them. You couldn’t help the mean grin that graced your lips. “Was that so hard baby? So hard asking you’re husband to make you forget about every little thing?” He shook his head no.

~🫧𓇼𓏲*ੈ✩‧₊˚🎐

“Shit! You’re squeezing me so much handsome..” You lick your lips panting as you gripped his hips from the back pulling him into you. Kento had his face buried in the pillow as he moaned and cried. Pretty hazel eyes red from crying so much.

“S’ too much- can’t take it! Can’t take it! Mercy~!” You smiled softly at his pleas giving a small slap to his plump ass. “Shhh, know you can take it… because you’re a good boy right? Good boys deserve good things right?♡” You didn’t really expect an answer but you were pleased when you heard a whine. “Yes- I deserve this…”

You nodded in agreement. “You do, so stop thinking and let me take care of you okay baby?” You cooed softly at him as you gripped his sweaty locks. You gently ran you’re fingers through them before tugging to get him to arch. His face was pulled off the pillow leaving his mouth open to let the groans and moans escape.

He had no idea how many times he’d cum already. All he knew is that he’d been manipulated into position after position by you. Pretty head blank from everything except you’re dick in his ass abusing his prostate with each Plap! Plap! Plap! You gave so graciously to him.

You felt the telltale signs of his impending orgasm as he constricted tighter around you. You lifted you’re leg to plant beside his torso and adjusted you’re hands to his broad and muscular shoulders to pull him back into you. You leaned your weight over him making your dick hit even deeper from the forced arch. You smiled softly as you heard him cry out, hands reaching up to the drool covered, sweaty pillow to try and pull himself away from the burning pleasure.

“Nope, don’t run away from this dick baby…” You grinned as you pulled him right back to you’re pelvis. “Shhhh, shhhh, let daddy hear you scream for him m’kay???” You asked, but he knew it was a demand. The coil in his stomach stretched to its limits, face dripping with sweat, toes curling and eyes rolling back.

He peered up at you from wet lashes, a pleading look on his face. You smiled at his manners. “You know you don’t have to ask to cum…. Nut on daddy’s cock…” you gave a final sturdy thrust and his orgasm came crashing down like a wave on the coast. He gave a final drawn out groan mixed with a gasp as thick, ivory rivulets spilled from his shaft.

You came just in time with him as you filled him to the brim with your own release. You sighed in relief as you rubbed small shapes in his hips to ground him. After a few moments he felt you pull out and quickly flip him over before climbing back atop. You lined yourself up once more with his entrance as he let out a whimper from feeling you invade once more.

“You’re still coherent prince… can’t have that can we…? My sweet pillow prince needs to have his pretty head drained isn’t that right?” You asked with a slight mocking tone as he nodded. His legs raised as he wrapped them around your torso, burying his tear soaked face into your shoulder. You smiled brushing a small start tear from his cheek.

You kissed his temple before gently thrusting. “Just a little more for me baby… just let go of all those inhibitions hmmm?” You asked in sickly sweet tone. And who was he to deny or say no when you asked like that?

A/N: It is so nice to be back and writing for JJK! Thanks so much for the request Jason, I missed all you sm! Things have just been busy. Anyways, keep requesting! Im on a writing kick. :)