YOU SLEEP IN THE GUEST BEDROOM AFTER AN ARGUMENT — JUJUTSU KAISEN

I NEED PERV HEADCANONS FOR EVERYONE….. pls…

𝐀𝐎𝐓 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐕! 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒

— ft. eren jaeger, armin arlert, jean kirstein, connie springer, reiner braun, porco galliard

— explicit content ahead: panty + bra stealing, manipulation, upskirt photos, nonconsensual voyeurism, masturbation, “innocent” touching (ulterior motives)

— note: anon you are a genius... im planning on doing more, especially with the girls!

okay. eren? watch out.

one of the main things perv eren does is masturbate over pictures of you. he doesn't even need porn; he just opens your social media to find at least one photo and fondles his cock over the phone screen

you guys went to a photo booth at the mall once and took photos together. when eren got home, he masturbated and covered the roll of pictures in thick white cum

most of it was directed at the photo where you both were jokingly sticking your tongues out. the pose was his idea as he said it’d be funny – when in reality, he wanted to do it because it’d be easier to imagine what you’d look like kneeling with your mouth open, waiting to swallow his seed 🥺

speaking of photos… eren has secretly taken upskirt pictures of you before. he is so sly with it too; he waits until you’re distracted and then opens his phone’s camera, angling it right under your skirt. he snaps the photo quickly and then shoves his phone back into his pocket, smiling innocently when you turn back around

eren does have moments where he feels bad, of course — you’re his best friend :((

but the exhilaration he gets from doing these things??? it prevents him from stopping

HE HAS THE DIRTIEST FANTASIES

fucking you in a shirt of his is one of them. so, one day, eren purposefully spills his sprite on you at the dining hall. he apologizes profusely, waving you toward his backpack. “i brought an extra shirt you can wear.”

and you accept the oversized fabric so gratefully, so sweetly that eren could fuck you right then and there. the feeling only increases tenfold when you emerge from the bathroom dressed in it

when you give the shirt back to eren the next day, he doesn't hesitate to take it home. he lounges on his bed and sniffs it; it smells like you now, and he just can’t get enough.

that night, eren uses the shirt as a pillowcase — just so he can bury his face in it as he lays down and fucks his cock with his fist, grinding against the mattress. he inhales your scent over and over, picturing that you’re right next to him

he looks at your chest a lot too. lots of sneaky peeks.

when eren passes you sometimes, he’ll place a hand on your lower back and gently move you to the side as if he’s saying a silent excuse me.

in reality, he just wants to touch you

perv eren is DOWN BAD. HE IS A FIEND THAT THIRSTS FOR YOUR PUSSY ON THE DAILY. 🧎🏼‍♀️

one of the most seemingly innocent closet pervs EVER.

armin is smart as hell, and he definitely uses that to his advantage. he’s also a good manipulator, so expect to get exploited a lot 😳

armin convinces you to study with him a ton. he tells you that the classes on your schedule for next semester are extremely hard — a total lie — so you should start studying with him now. even though you don't understand it, you meet armin in the library anyway

after all, armin knows you’re a hard working girl, knows you’ll come sit with him, just like he wants <3

armin feels TERRIBLE. he’s not dumb; he’s aware that he’s taking advantage of you

but can you really blame him? you’re simply too pretty, too nice, so sweet. your body is amazing, always beckoning him :((

armin touches you fleetingly at any chance possible, making it look like an accident every time. even the simplest caresses gets him hard as fuck in his pants.

when your knees brush together? armin is holding back a shaky sigh. when your fingertips touch as you pass something to him? he’s imagining them swiping the head of his cock. and when you whisper in his ear? armin shudders and has to excuse himself, coming up with a reason for his departure

you have no idea how many hours armin spends stroking himself nonstop, wishing you were poised in front of him, begging for him to cum all over your pretty face

SUPER OBSERVANT. armin is an analytical thinker; it’s easy for him to memorize everything about your body. he can tell what bra you’re wearing based on how your chest feels against his when you both hug — and even by the outline of it through your shirt

armin feels guilty about it, but he thinks about taking that bra off and squeezing your boobs together, just enough for him to urge his dick between them and titty fuck you. he imagines how his cum would shoot out and coat your chin, your cheeks, your beautiful face.

he imagines that when he goes to pull away ... fuck, you dart your tongue out to lick the head of his cock and collect whatever strings of cum are left hanging off the tip

masturbates constantly to the idea of it. a menace :)

super good at hiding the fact he’s a perv (thanks to his exceptional poker-face)

jean has been over to your house so many times; he knows the layout, knows your room like the back of his hand, knows exactly which drawer holds your panties and your bras. the second you leave the room to get snacks or use the bathroom, he’s instantly making a move to take something

and of course he feels bad. jean has always had a strong moral compass, and has always been able to differentiate between right and wrong. but when it comes to you? fuck, he’s willing to break a few rules.

his favorite way to take your things though? sifting through your hamper.

it’s become a regular thing at this point; jean steals a pair of your panties and a bra. he stuffs them into his pants before you come back, and by the time you make it to your room, he’s already lounging on the bed again on his phone. it’s like nothing happened

jean clenches his jaw from the adrenaline of it, from knowing that this isn’t right: but he still doesn’t put them back. he needs to have some alone time with them, at least once

once jean is home, he’s pulling your undies and bra out. he opens the panties up, lightly brushing his nose right into the fabric where your pussy would sit. they’re used and they’re perfect.

he throbs knowing that your cunt was once pressed there, and nearly loses his mind wondering if you ever watched porn in them — if you’ve ever gotten wet, dampening the fabric and rubbing your clit through them

jean can’t stop picturing it: you calling his name as he suckles on your itty bitty clit, licking and devouring everything you give him

before jean knows it, he's a shaking mess, panting like a bitch in heat as he humps his cock into your panties without a thought in his dumb, vacant brain

jean reaches his climax after imagining the look that would be on your face as he rips you open on his cock, your voice sobbing out, “w-we’re best friends, we shouldn’t be doing this–!” before you cum again and again and again.

jean pulls out of the underwear to cum all over your bra, staining it with webs of white and groaning out your name, smearing his seed into the fabric until it absorbs it

don’t worry about cleaning them though; he’s always sure to throw your undergarments in the wash before secretly bringing them back to your house when you invite him over

he takes pride in knowing that your breasts will sit in the cups he once spilled all over

that’s not it, though. jean glances at your boobs, your ass, your lips. he grits his teeth at the thought of demolishing every part of your body, and gets hard when you smile at him so sweetly.

the deadpan look on his face?? it does nothing to give him away <3

THIS MAN. connie is probably the most obvious and also the least ashamed of how big of a pervert he is 💀

he comes up behind you and says “oh, you’ve got something on your pants,” before brushing his hand over your ass a few times, pretending he’s getting a piece of fuzz off

newsflash: nothing is there :)

and maybe you have a lil feeling that he’s not being entirely innocent, because connie squeezes your ass for a millisecond before pulling away… but he readjusts his backpack over a shoulder and keeps walking ahead. maybe it was nothing

but to him? it was certainly something

connie ALWAYS climbs up the stairs behind you. always.

if you question him about it, he’s instantly saying “ladies first” with the cheekiest grin on his face. you just assume he’s being goofy, and part of him is — but the other part loves seeing your hips move as you ascend every step.

when you wear skirts? he is instantly taking a photo to save to his camera roll. your pretty ass cheeks just call his name <3

sometimes connie purposefully knocks something out of your hand (your phone being his main choice) just so he can stare at your panties + ass when you bend down. cleavage is a HUGE win for him too. boobs or ass, connie doesnt care. as long as it’s on you, its fair game

connie lovessss snapping photos of you too. you could be doing anything with him and he’s whipping out his camera, telling you to strike a pose. it comes across as one of his childish games, though he just takes the pictures so he can jack off to them later

the second connie opens his camera roll later that night, his tongue is running along his front teeth, dimples showing out of delight. he’s excited because he knows he’s going to cum so fucking hard. just look at you: so beautiful and innocent, unknowing as to what he was going to do

connie is such a bastard too, because he’ll purposely send you a dick pick  — waiting until you say something out of shock, and then replying “i didn’t mean to send that!”

in reality, connie just wants you to see how thick and plump his cock is, all in the hopes that you’d let him fuck you :((

god, connie masturbates for at least an hour to the thought of you sending him nudes back, cumming all over his phone. he keeps having to wipe the screen down with tissues and soapy water, but it's fine — the image of your cheeks getting painted in his hot, white seed is enough to satiate him 💖

honestly, reiner HATES being a perv the most

he has an extremely guilty conscience, and every time he does something questionable, it haunts him

and yet, he can’t stop thinking about you. thinking about your thighs, your tongue, the plushness of your cunt.

one of the things he’s done?? reiner stole your vibrator from your bedside table.

it was such an impulsive thing, done so fast in the spur of the moment that reiner didn’t realize he did it… not until it was too late to put it back 😭

reiner doesn’t even feel worthy of holding it; he cups it in his giant palms as he sits on the edge of his bed, staring down at the bullet vibe, wondering what to do. it’s a pretty color, one he expected you would like

and he can’t stop thinking: this was on your cunt at some point. it was inside of you. you probably came on it.

those thoughts alone have reiner shimmying his hard dick out of his sweatpants and turning the vibe on. he presses the toy to his cockhead and moans as it vibrates, stirring up his nerves so deliciously <3

reiner bites his lower lip to suppress his groans. the swell of your tits in your shirts and your pretty thighs come to mind — he’s stared at them long enough to know every detail about. all he can do is rock against the vibrator, thinking of you being here with him and watching

knowing that this vibrator was once pressed up to your clit — and now it’s on his dick — is what makes reiner cum.

he orgasms all over the toy, groaning out a broken “oh fuck” along with a pitiful “sorry” because he already feels so horrible :((

as a perv, reiner also goes out of his way to find porn of girls who look like you or sound like you. because he has an affinity for LOUD nasty sex, he’s always searching for new audios to masturbate to, imagining that it’s you on the other side of the screen

reiner can see it already: him pushing you against the wall and the sickening squelch of your drippy pussy being rocked into, the bedframe hitting the wall

he humps pillows too. but that’s not his fault, is it? sweet boy is just so worked up — even pretending his fist is your cunt doesn’t get him off anymore

reiner is so big that he has to sandwich two pillows together and slide his cock through the crack where they meet, slipping it in and out, breaths coming out in small pants

reiner orgasms really fast this way too, a polaroid photo of you clutched in his hand as his jaw falls half-open and he cums during a particularly hard thrust

poor perverted reiner loves you so much and just doesn’t know how to contain himself. you’re his best friend, and the last thing he wants is to ruin your relationship 🥺

so, for now, reiner decides he’s going to keep doing this; being lewd and depraved, maybe stealing a few more of your things and cumming onto your pictures. he already has plenty of sins, so what’s a few more? <3

BIG PERVERT. TRUST ME.

constantly thinking about fucking you. CONSTANTLY.  the slightest look at your breasts or your smirk have his thoughts running rampant. he’s horny when you touch his arm, when you lean against him, when you do pretty much anything that entails you coming into contact with him

porco gives you his jacket when it’s chilly outside — and while he does it because he cares — he also does it so he can put it back on later and bathe in your smell.

porco had one of his birthday parties at a pool. he doesn't even like swimming that much; it was just so he could see you in a swimsuit

porco walks around with his hands in his pockets most of the time. it’s something you’ve grown accustomed to over the years.

but little do you know, that sometimes, he’s brushing his fingers over his hardening cock as he wets his lips, eyes on you

one time, porco went into your house unannounced to give you something. he didn’t think it was a big deal; he’s been there multiple times, and you’re close friends, so you probably wouldn't care anyway…

but when porco sees your door cracked open and peeks to see you masturbating, his original task is forgotten. the sight leaves him stunned, mouth dropped open, cock leaking through his boxers

yeah, porco knows peeping is bad – but he never said he was a nice guy.

so he records the whole thing on his phone, holding his breath and fondling his dick through his jeans

porco suddenly fantasizes about what his next move should be: realistically, he’s going to pretend nothing happened. but in his head, he’d love to bust through the door and pin you down. he wants to fuck you, wants to teach you that it's unsafe to expose yourself like this when someone could be watching

that’s the funny part: porco is 100% a hypocritical pervert

if he sees someone ogling at your body, or intentionally brushing up on you (exactly how he does it, no less) porco is fuming. absolutely pissed.

no one should touch you like that unless they have pure intentions, unless it’s an accident. porco is the only exception, and he tries to make sense of it in his mind: you two are friends, so it’s a little better if he does it, right?

oh well, who gives a fuck — that’s how porco prefers to see it. whether it’s right or wrong, he doesn’t tend to dwell on it. he’s too impulsive for that 🙄

you’re just amazing, made to be fucked dumb on his cock. porco can’t stand not doing anything about it, so he tries to get some sort of relief by buying a fleshlight

he makes sure that the skin tone on the toy matches yours perfectly; it makes it easier to imagine it’s you.

and god, porco pretends nonstop. he masturbates with it every night after you unknowingly tease him by hugging him, smiling at him, batting your lashes.

porco can’t get enough of it. and while he’s sure that the fleshlight doesn’t even compare to the way your pussy must feel, he pictures that it’s your cunt on his cock — the inside of it velvety smooth, stroking up and down as he rocks his hips up into the hole — and fuck, he loses his mind. the image of your face screwed up in pleasure has him tossing his head back, brain nearly shutting down

porco climaxes into the fleshlight with a primal growl, chanting your name and panting breathlessly, filling it up. once everything is said and done, he gathers some of his cum and slathers it all over the fake cunt, huffing.

he wonders what it’d be like to do the same to your pussy lips 💖

porco washes his hands of course, but expect him to touch with you the same fingers the next day :)

Rintaro Suna exercises his wrists every day to keep strong and hard hands capable of blocking any ball on the court. Fingers also have an important weight in blocking performance, and to exercise them he just needs your pretty wet pussy and a couple of pleas to make his long fingers move faster inside you.

No one would know his secret.

I'm here for the fluffy thought cause I'm drained too🥺❤️

Cuddling on the couch with Nanami. Just quietly talking about whatever comes to mind. He's laying on his back your laying on him between his legs. Tv playing quietly in the back🥺. He's lightly rubbing your back and eventually you just fall asleep on him while he's talking but instead of moving you. He just continues to rub your back and watch TV while you rest and take a nap🥺

I want nothing more then to do this with him 😭

The moment you walk in that door. With that tired/sad look on your face he knows just want to do. I feel like Kento cleans up behind himself and would always have the place smelling good.

If there is any clutter he would clean it up to try and help de-stress the environment around you. But first he would slowly undress you, pressing soft kisses on your body.

Then he grabs one of his shirts, sprays some of his body spray on it. Then brings it to you, and will carry you back to the sofa. Before bringing you a blanket, for warmth and comfort.

Then if you’re hungry, Kento knows all your comfort foods. So he makes you some food, then would join you in cuddles.

Kento is the type to match his breathing to you’s. Since he calms him down. As you breath in and your chest expands he breaths out. Now he does it without even thinking about it.

It’s the feeling of having his body synced with your’s would be so comforting to him. And if he can play with your hair he would. I know you and I have curls, so I’m just imaging him undoing the locks so carefully, making your hair poofier.

His body is so warm, and his heart beat soothing. It’s hard not to fall asleep on him.

「BNHA Boys reacting to you not being able to reach something in the kitchen」

⤷ Bakugou

arms folded and an amused smile tugging on his lips, he leans side-ways against door frame as he watches you struggle to reach the shelf because he finds it cute. “need help, darling?” he asks teasingly, grinning wider at your annoyed huff before he finally walks towards you and grabs it for you.

⤷ Deku

he’s passing by the kitchen when he sees you trying to reach something in the upper cabinets. he takes just a while to watch the cute sight with an a fond smile then quietly comes up behind you, one hand placed on your waist while the other effortlessly reaches up for the shelf. “here,” he says, handing you the glassware, then leaves a small kiss on top of your head.

⤷ Kirishima

he comes into the kitchen, acting like he’s going to help you but instead, cages you against the counter. his head tilted to the side, he looks at you with a playful glint in his eyes and a light-hearted grin on his face. “i think i should get something in return if i help you.” he then steals a kiss before reaching up the cabinet for you.

⤷ Todoroki

he’s so focused on reading the ingredients listed on the ramen pack that he doesn’t notice you struggling to reach for the shelf. only when he glances at you and sees you climb onto the counter, he rushes over to you, hurriedly saying, “oh my god, y/n, what are you doing?” he already knows the answer and softly tells you to be careful. letting out a small chuckle, he helps you come down, saying, “you could’ve just asked me, love,”

⤷ Denki

he finds the whole situation very cute and kind of teases you about it afterwards, but first he comes up to you with a playful smile on his face and helps you get what you want but before giving it to you he puts his arms up behind his back and tells you to give him a kiss as a reward, only then will you get what you wanted.

⤷ Tamaki

he doesn’t think twice when he sees you taking a chair to get up and get what you want; he thinks it’s cute, but at the same time he’s worried that you might fall and get hurt. “hey, don’t worry love, next time you can call me and i’ll help you” he says calmly as you get off the chair and kiss your forehead.

⤷ Shinsou

he would smirk as he enters the kitchen and sees you on tiptoe as you stretch your arm. he stands behind you and one hand he holds your waist while the other goes to the shelf and takes what you want. he smiles when you thank him and leaves a kiss on your neck before leaving.

⤷ Hawks

he would smile so hugely at the cute scene; he would silently approach you and make one of his feathers to take what you want and bring it to him. you turn around a little startled, and he smiles when he sees your expression. “looking for this, honey?” he asks with a gentle yet provocative smile. you went to take it from his hands and thank him but before you could do anything he says, “oh not so fast.. i want my payment first” he says pouting, ready for you to kiss him as a reward.

⤷ Dabi

he chuckles, extending his arms and easily reaching the shelf. as he hands you the package, his lips curl up into a grin, his eyebrows raised in a teasing manner, “aren’t you lucky you have me, huh,” he says, poking your cheek playfully before leaning back on the counter and tugging you closer.

⤷ Shigaraki

when he walks into the kitchen and sees you, he can’t help but smile a little. he silently walks over to you and leans on the other counter, watching you from behind. you give up with a sigh and when you turn around you’re startled by him standing there with his arms crossed and a look you couldn’t decipher. “need some help?” he says, but you know just saying ‘yes’ won’t do, he wants to hear you asking. “yes, tomura. can you get it for me, please?” you ask but he just stares at you with a frown, “ugh, what else do you want me to do?” he just laughs, still waiting. you then approach and kiss his cheek and he quickly blushes, avoiding looking at you. “isn’t that what you wanted?” you ask jokingly and he grumbles something before getting what you want.

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aone? abo aone? alpha aone? 🥺

alpha! aone + mentions of heats / ruts + creampie + a.b.o dynamics + knotting + mild dubcon + mentions of guilt + excessive licking + manhandling + overstimulation + lots of cum + squirting + f! reader

— word count; approx 2.5k

with coming spring, he knows to be careful, more so than he already is- aone feels like he’s walking over thin ice.

he cant recall the last time he’s had to be mindful of ruts and cycling heats- but its different now, now he has you and he knows that things like this can go wrong so very fast. nonetheless, he’s come to you with a bag of fresh fruit and vegetables, hand already raised to knock at your door-

its not instant, the smell of something so mouthwatering that his knees feel weak slowly filling every space inside his mind. he can’t help but to bring an already clammy hand to cover his nose, but it’s already imprinted deep in his very being.

aone cant see you, but he can taste you.

theres a swirling heated battle rattling around in his mind. he knows you’re in your room, knows you’re bundled up in the safety of what he hopes is a comfortable nest, knows you’re in agony- begging for an alpha- begging for him to go and breed you.

its that singular thought that has him open your door, and it feels like it happens all over again, the searing heat and mouth watering with saliva, already panting with each heavy step taken towards your room.

his ears picking up the sounds of ruffling, can hear you turn around in bed, unable to get up thanks to the hurt your body is going through.

he can help you, he can… he’s going to help you.

the thumping sounds of his feet padding towards your room is enough to send you into a frenzy, nose buried into a fuzzy blanket- peaking up, you can only whine the second he’s standing outside the door.

“a-aone?” you cry, knowing you’d sent him a message denoting the early heat you’ve been forced to undergo- its what happens when you’re in the presence of such strong, fertile alphas... like him, like your new, sweet, giant, gentle boyfriend.

theres guilt settling deep, unable to really comprehend anything outside of small flashes of coherency, trying to make sense as to why hes outside your bedroom door, as to why hes slowly turning the doorknob, and as to why hes dropped a bag of groceries at his feet.

“i’m sorry.”

deep voice sending full body shivers straight from your neck, down the length of your back.

its not his fault and you know it- just how you cant stop the searing, harsh throbbing of your pussy, already wetting down the middle of your shorts, now feeling like your clothes prickle at overly heated skin.

hands immediately tear the soft blanket from you, bunching it to a ring of pillows and other clothing, his clothing.

he nearly collapses, heart thrumming hard in his chest at the sight, you two are so new to this relationship that he hasn’t even seen the skin you’ve suddenly presented him with.

“i’m sorry.” He says it with a broken lilt, stepping past the soft pillows you’ve kicked around.

it has you nearly thrashing around, legs already glistening with sweat- mouth hung open to hurriedly take in mouthfuls of his own scent. its mouthwatering, sharp and something that resembles mint and oak- it belongs to him, and only him and you cant and help but to whine.

a knee breaches past the safety of your nest and youre suddenly up- heated hands grabbing at the clothes hes wearing, a frenzy of soft and clammy touches along the cotton.

aone thinks he might die- just barely able to suppress any instinctual snapping, tampering down the need to shove your head into the soft bedding, wanting to shove his cock into your surely leaking cunt. he doesn’t know exactly what he’s doing, all guided by instinct and the nagging voice telling him to split you apart.

he wants you to lay back and let him take care of you, but there’s that gnawing guilt- and in a moment of clarity aone does something that shouldn’t have been possible in his headspace.

he steps back.

prying your hands off his body to put distance, any type of distance in between two heated bodies.

“its wrong.” Its all he says, still trying to simmer down the near overwhelming need to have you.

theres no words to truly describe the feeling at seeing you nearly cry at the rejection- his eyes closing, blunt nails digging into the fat of his palm before trying to step back.

“n-no!” its whiney- pitchy and warbled, shaky hands thumping against the bed- thighs squishing together, seeping arousal already started to coat the inside of them, it’s horrible and you want the pain settled deep in your belly to leave.

“want you- nobu, I want you.” you heave, bottom lip starting to shake, your eyes glance down to his crotch- and you can see the bump of arousal heavy in his pants.

its a desperate plan to get him to mount you like you need, but deep down you know how sweet he is- you know that hes wanted to make this special for the both of you, but once again the searing and pangs of heat don’t let you think straight.

a single glance to his now opened eyes is all you give him before turning around onto your knees, promptly shoving the slickened, sticky material of it down your legs- slumping forward to rest your cheek onto the mattress.

“please.”

its loud- loud and rattling around in his head, watching as you bend yourself over for him, a position he knows is ideal for taking you how he knows you need.

the drooling heat of your pussy finally presented is what eats away at the last bit of humanity he clutched in wide palms.

once more, aone brings himself to the edge of your bed- gripping at the skin of your hips, pressing that clutch of heat to his cock.

“bad.”

the word completely encompasses every feeling, every thought coursing through his dizzying head.

legs tremble under the feeling of his hands, of his cock pressing near perfectly against your pussy, grabbing at the sheets to distract from the throbbing.

“i know- i know.”

sharp sobs finally tumble forth, and he cant take it anymore.

you’re not too sure how he gets his cock out- maybe it has something to do with the tear and pop of the button from his jeans, but what you do know is that his swollen and throbbing cockhead is swiping up and down your messy folds.

all the sad, pitiful crying and noises sucked back into your chest immediately, tasting the heady scent of his own precum mixing in with your arousal.

aone brings a shaky palm to hold you down, long and thick fingers wrapping around the back of your neck, meat of his hand settled at the nape- instinctually pinning you with strength hes never used against anyone.

he needs to, because in one swift shove- aone sinks the reddened tip inside, splitting you open, momentum carrying his hips closer and closer to your ass.

gurgling out a mixture of his name and a shy thank you, while the burn from taking him in knocks any wind from your chest, legs nearly already giving way-

there’s a palpable restrain he’s undergoing, crushing, already crushing while he’s pushed your chest down flat- it feels like a sunburn painting every inch of skin, and aone cant take the burn anymore.

tilting his head back, hard eyes staring at the ceiling while your cunt pulses around his cock he speaks, grumbles out an, “i’m sorry.”

all before snapping muscled thighs to the fat of your ass- swollen balls pressed so close to you, it hits your throbbing clit- sending an involuntary twitch up your back, cunt fluttering hard, not helping the heat he feels.

aone wants to spit out every apology he knows while he drills into your cunt, but its too much. turned head letting him see your sweat lined hairline, lips parted while pretty screams leave them, drool already forming under a slowly curved up smile.

this is what you need. barely holding onto consciousness while hammering hips smash you down.

knees fully giving away, nothing in your body could have ever kept up with his large body swinging into you- all with an intent to breed, all with an intent to fulfill a screeching need imbedded deep within.

hands burn with the way you’ve clutched the bed, hips, along with every part of your body submitting easily, slumped near lifelessly, a violent display of power you’ve never seen aone use.

you’re slipping, every thrust bringing your body up and up and in the state of mind he’s undergone, it’s the worst thing imaginable.

letting up, thick, long cock still buried deep within gummy walls- he grabs your hips, picks you up off the bed, sensitive to the cry of pure displeasure that leaves your mouth, all with the way hes stopped moving.

“its okay- be still.” aone grumbles, and you do just that.

once more the sheer need to be good for him, to make yourself perfect and receptive for his cum forces your body to lay there, knees no longer pressed onto the bed, no longer pressed to anything while his palms keep you up.

muscles tensed- biceps curling with each drag of you back onto him, finally fulfilling that deep seated need that you’ve brought to him.

a blooming red heat curls up from his neck, dusted across his cheeks and nose- he thinks you look pretty, so perfect for him. the sudden urge to bite you- to tie you down to him is near overwhelming.

just barely blinking back that base need, all aone knows now is that he needs to fill you up.

focusing instead on your scent, the sweat rolling down every curve of your body, using you to slide down over his cock, creamy and wet with all the arousal your fluttering cunt produces in order to take him, absolutely no resistance in the tight heat of yours.

resounding, wet smacks of meeting hips have him dizzy, he’s ignorant to the fluttering, squeezing tight vice of your cunt every time you cum.

all aone knows is that it feels like your pussy is trying to keep his cock out- screams and warbling chants of his name increased the longer this goes on.

“n-nobu!”

this yell of his name comes out clearer than the others, full of much more desperation- white lashes flutter down to look at his cock stuffed inside when he feels a wet splatter hit his tummy, dripping down his balls and thighs. it takes him a second to think very dumbly that it’s all to help you take it- but the trembling, kicking limbs under him quickly disprove that.

with a loud groan, loudest you’ve heard him- he folds himself down, teeth throbbing with the overwhelming want to stake claim, but he just drools. the shirt still draped over him quickly dampening with the sweat slicked on your body, finally close enough to really taste everything that makes you- you.

he doesnt know why he does what he does, only that the need to have you closer- wanting to lessen the throbbing in his mouth, still rutting into your fucked out cunt, creamed around the base of his slowly thickening length, he laves his tongue up your neck.

stiffening under his hold, it’s the only thing you can do, unable to bring any part of your body to shy away, heavy chills wracking through sore muscles, involuntary clenches from your cunt nearly bring aone down.

his cock feels heavy and full, only animalistic drive brings him to press his dick inside- feeling the swell even more now, near suffocating while you squeeze in protest, chest heaving at the thickening.

your soft cries- warbling lilt of near mind searing pain has him try to comfort you in the best way he knows. still leaving trails of warm spit up your neck, grunting out harshly, nose dipping lower down your back, hand grabbing at your already limp arm and pulling it up, nose seeking parts of you that are dripping with sweat, he licks and licks.

does it to distract you to from the pain, to soothe you with heavy tonguing while his body near spasms, cock fully swollen at the base to keep you locked against him.

it hurts, but the feeling of his cum filling every swollen ridge inside finally has every burning thought settle down.

still fuzzy around the edges you simply blink- inhaling while he keeps dragging his thick tongue up your underarm, head nestled beneath it, sending waves of ticklish shivers down you.

“n-nobu?”

it comes out in a near breathless whine, no more is it muddled by any lingering want- tired from cumming so much, pussy stuffed full. it’s exactly what was needed, and by the sound of his soft grunting, still twitching cock dumping spurt after spurt, you knew he needed it too.

“mm.” he’s still tending to you, not satisfied until his cock begins to finally soften, any give of your battered walls brings forth a gush of cum.

its seeping from in between your overly stretched lips, a wiggle of hips finally snaps him out- prying himself from your body, proud of himself for keeping calm and not claiming you, not yet anyways.

“are you okay? feels good?”

he doesn’t know exactly what to say, settling on keeping any worry and anxiety down, you don’t need that right now- you need someone strong and he can do that, be that- but only for you.

finally stretching himself, he lets your body settle back down onto your bed, nest ruined from your thrashing arms- whining with the obscene amount of globs dropping down onto the bed as his cock slips out.

“its good, so good.”

still dizzy from it all, you can only wait while he slots his heavy body within your limp arms- whole body burning up, matching the temperature of your own.

hands so small against him paint soothing pictures, hearts and the initials of your name, goosebumps can only follow in their wake, this is the bliss that can only be described as easy. its easy to hold him, easy to touch and ease the worry, tummy warmed and full of his heavy cum, thanking in a small voice by his ear.

his heart pounds, still roaring, cumming like this- tending to your body was what he was made to do, no matter what shifted in the dynamics of your relationship, he just hopes he’s the one to hold you in the end.