LAST ONE BBYS ENJOY
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part 6 you grin, nails coming to scrape his bare back causing him to arch against your touch, ragged breaths as you continue to mark his neck, already enjoying the color blooming on his normally pale skin “Come for me baby” he jolts, grinding against you one last time with a shaky moan, cum shooting into his boxers, he can feel it dripping a bigger mess against him as he rides his high, whimpering into your neck and arms wrapped around your back holding you against him,
part 5 he yelps as you bite again, pinching one of his nipples while grinds faster, other hand slipping down the back of his boxers to roughly grab his ass and groaning as you squeeze him “Such a good boy for me” tears prick his eyes from stimulation and your praise. He moans again, this time louder as you grip his ass tighter, so close, his boxers soaked with precum as he pushes against you again, whimpering “P-please”
part 4, his blush goes all the way down his chest, between voyeuristic-like embarrassment of being in such an open room and so turned on his skin feels like fire compared to your cool hand going to the back of his neck, pushing his face into your neck as he moans, slumping against you, his grinding becoming uneven when your lips attach to his neck, Michael turns the best he can to give you more access as you start sucking, biting him and marking him as your own,
part 3 one hand resting on his lower back, fingers rubbing lightly above his waist band making him shiver. You lean up, lips brushing against his ear, hot breath making him harder by the second “Take all the time you need” he jolts feeling you nip his earlobe, already giving a quiet moan before he slowly starts moving, releasing breathy whimpers as the fabric of his boxers catch slightly on your jeans, your hands firmly grip his hips urging him to continue
Thighs. Thighs. Thighs.
part 2 or how hard he already is, you gently coaxing him to sit on your clothed thigh, jeans waiting to become his mess, tentatively he comes over to you, feeling more naked than ever under your lustful gaze as you pull him closer to be correctly seated on you, grinning at his hardness pressed against your leg, he shakily inhales at the sensation, “Don’t worry baby boy” you murmur, carding your fingers through his hair while he gets more comfortable,
part 1 when you bring up trying thigh riding to young Michael he’s excited for the concept but not so sure when you get to trying it out, getting rather embarrassed that he’s stripped down to only silk like boxers (which you bought him special for more teasing sessions) and you taking your shirt off so he doesn’t feel like the only one exposed really hasn’t helped because he’s flushes up to the neck, not sure if he’s more uncomfortable feeling perverted to stare at your breasts
WHERES PART 2?!?!?!?!?!
A Kiss Means War (Runaan x reader)
(Inspired by @rittywritestdp surprise kiss headcanons!)
Around you is one of the very few instances Runaan tends to let his guard down, but that doesn’t mean he’s anything easy to surprise.
Only once he’s fully occupied polishing one of his daggers are you able to walk behind him, carefully leaning around where he’s sat to press a quick kiss to his lips, soon grinning at the momentary, wide eyed and agape mouth, look of shock on his face.
He quickly coughs, regaining his composure.
“I suppose this means war then.”
“War? Always so serious.” You twirl a strand of his white hair around you finger “Though if I get more kisses out of it, I suppose I can’t complain.”
The corner of his lips turn up ever so slightly, hiding a smile while he pretends to focus on the blade in front of him.
“One of us has to be, are you ever serious?” Runaan finally looks up at you, affection clear in his eyes.
“Only serious about you.” Sliding you arms over his shoulders, you rest your chest against his back, nuzzling his hair lightly.
He scoffs, turning to look away from you, but the darker hue to his cheeks is still in plain view.
“You know I’ll win our little war, easily.”
A soft kiss pressed to his now magenta cheek, “I look forward to it.”
Imagine dating a vampire and them becoming frantically worried when you become sick, they’ve witnessed the fragility of humans, how a small cough can quickly turn into hundreds dead, then having to reassure them it’s only a cold, you’ll be ok soon.
They stay beside you your entire illness, getting anything you say you need, hovering around as you sleep, checking your pulse and labored breaths,
They swear not to loose you so soon, so painfully, a quiet promise to turn you if the healing does not show soon. Whether convincing you to bite them, or slipping blood into your next bowl of soup, they cannot loose you.
Aoyama Yuuga nsfw headcanons
We’re seriously lacking content here so I shall try to help provide. Kind of fem reader because pegging?
– Let’s start this by saying Aoyama is the biggest and neediest sub.
– Whining for your touch and begging for you command.
– Sure he had used toys on himself before, but you slamming a strap on into him? he’s a goner.
– And quickly finds out he is such a size queen, with an ever growing collection of dildos.
– Especially more ‘unique’ and custom made ones.
– Aoyama will be a complete pillow princess if you let him, just laying back and taking everything you give unless made to do otherwise.
– He has a drawer full of custom and high quality toys, from satin ropes for you to tie him up and balls gags that look so pretty to jeweled butt plugs.
– The feeling of his perfectly manicured nails scraping down your back while you pound into him.
– He has a sensitive scalp, tug or yank his hair and his strangled moans will fill the air.
– He loves romance, whether you go all out or just throw a few rose petals on the bed and light a candle, he’ll so loved and lucky for all the time you spend on him, falling dramatically onto the covers for your taking.
– Not to say he doesn’t love when you roughly shove him onto the bed or wherever you feel like to take him as unceremoniously as you wish.
– Because oh, does he love that.
– Especially if you leave bruises on his perfect skin, he’ll get butterflies when he sees the marks you left behind in the mirror and try to complain to you about it.
– He’s caught between wanting to cover them up and leaving them all in plain view so everyone knows he belongs to you and you want him that much.
– He loves you getting possessive, he feels special knowing you wont let others try and take him (not that it’d work, but still)
– Aoyama loves when you mark his neck with bites and hickies, like reminders all over his skin.
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