Birthday Wishes

Birthday Wishes

Featuring - Yamato x GN!Reader

Rating - Explicit

Warnings - Sub!Yamato, Oral (m receiving), Marking/Biting, Slight Praise

A/N - I had to make a quick lil something for my fav underrated princess’s belated birthday, will definitely be pouring a glass for him later (as if I haven’t already) !!!

You couldn’t help but greedily swallow every whiny groan and whimper Yamato let out as you grinded against him.

The taste of whiskey lingered on his tongue, smooth, woody, sweet—the addictive flavor stuck to your tongue as it danced around his before pulling away.

Dim room lights highlighted him beneath you perfectly; blown-out eyes fluttering softly as they scanned your face, adorably flushed cheeks, rubied kiss-swollen lips parted as he caught his breath, bare chest gently heaving with every breath he took.

He looked sinfully beautiful, your hand reached out, cupping his cheek before swiping your thumb across his bottom lip with a gentle smile, admiring the sight before you. Leading your hand up the side of his face, tangling it in his messy locks before pulling his head back to further expose his neck.

Yamato couldn’t help but hiss through gritted teeth at the quick motion, tightening the grip he holds on your hips.

You leaned in closer to him, placing a single kiss on the side of his neck and softly whispering “Don’t worry, I’ll make it as painless as possible, Baby.” before biting into the flesh and sucking a purplish-red hickey in its wake.

Slowly working your way down his body, whispering sweet nothings as you left love-bites and hickeys on every inch of exposed skin you could reach on your way down—cherishing every flinch, groan, and sweet whimper that fell from his lips.

Finally making it down his torso, placing one last kiss below his navel before meeting his eyes once more, admiring the reddish flush that went from the tip of his ears to his chest, then trailing your eyes down his body to admire your work.

“Got any birthday wishes, Love? I wanna’ make tonight all about you.” You said, propping yourself between his legs as you toyed with the waistband of his underwear.

“J-just be gentle, please..” His voice was soft with a pleading tone to it as he stared down at you through half-lidded eyes.

You couldn’t help but grin at his words before replying, “Whatever you say, Birthday Boy.”

—

Hazed black eyes locked on you below him, what felt like hours in his clouded mind was in reality minutes—minutes that felt like they went on forever as you teased his drooling cock around your soft lips.

Letting out elongated moans around him to feel him writhe and jolt beneath you, to hear his weak breathless groans from the sudden stimulation; pulling away from him just to bite and suck another hickey into his inner thigh whenever he got close to cumming.

His soft pleas for release between sweet moans and gasps as you returned a hand to his leaky cock were to die for, swiping your thump across the pearly bead of precum pooling on his tip before hastening your strokes.

“Don’t worry, Baby. ‘M almost done”, You softly coo, leaning in and swirling your tongue around his slit before taking him back into your mouth—kneeding your freehand into his upper thigh as you bob your head along his length, resting your tongue flush against the veins that rest on the underside of his cock.

Feeling his muscular thigh tense up in your palm as his soft pleas become helpless babbles and curses of how close he is, breathy moans into choked out ones filled with desperation.

“‘M close..so close, I p-promise to be good, p-please just let me-“ his babbles cut off by the feeling of your fingers tapping against his tensed thigh, a silent gesture he’s been waiting for what felt like an eternity.

One of Yamato’s hands soon found home settled on the back of your head as he guided you up and down his shaft, pushing you just a bit further down to feel your shocked moans as you lightly gag around him.

“J-just like that, fuck- your doing soo good, baby” his praise was riddled with the tone of lust and desperation as his breath hitched, muscles tensed, brows furrowed, and the grip on the back of your head tightening as he came.

Sweet, bitter, oddly woody, a taste you’ve grown to love leaving a warm coating in the back of your throat—dripping from the corner of your mouth as he came in continuous splurts, gently bucking his hips at at the feeling of you swallowing around him.

Yamato’s staggered breathing filled the room as he came down, releasing the grip on the back of your head as he met your eyes once more—hazily watching you sit up with a smirk on your face.

“Happy birthday, Yamato~”, your voice was soft, almost a coo as your hand trailed up his upper thigh to the side of his abdomen, “T-thanks, but what about you?”

“What about me?” You asked

“You didn’t get to finish..” his words were riddled with a tinge of guilt.

“I don’t remember saying we were done, besides, tonight is all about you, Love.”

あの日の自分を越えてゆく

カカシ、お誕生日おめでとう。あなたと9/15に愛を込めて。

If they made an anime about the main story how would you like MC to be portrayed?

Sheep MC-Mute

Sheep MC-Voiced

Human-Male

Human-Female

I wouldn't watch it if you paid me

I don't care

It’s officially 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂tober and I’m both excited, scared, and a tad bit stressed since this is my first time participating (plus I hopped on the bandwagon late)

Lust For Life

Featuring - Jiraiya x Fem!Reader

Rating - Explicit

Warnings - One Night Stand, Oral (F!Receiving, Soft Teasing

Song Choice - Lust for Life (Lana Del Rey)

Quick hookups were never your thing, as if they were anyone’s.

You hated the shitty motels, the multiple orgasms you had to fake just to satisfy your temporary partners lustful needs, and most of all how they always left you feeling used and belittled afterwards.

The only reason you agreed to this one being his mastered art of persuasion, although, his looks did catch your attention.

Tall, Muscular figure, wild, white hair, red markings extending down from his eyes—he was far from ugly, attractive-even for a man who appeared to be in his 50’s.

But it wasn’t his looks that lead you to where you were now, it was that damned, silver tongue of his. The way he knew exactly what to say and when to say it, almost as if he could read your every thought just by a facial expression or the smallest change body language.

He frequented your go-to bar, starting conversation, buying a few rounds of drinks, and always ending the night with the same question of “How about I take you out, somewhere with more privacy?”, which you always denied.

It wasn’t a surprise that he wanted a quick fuck, but what did surprise you was his reaction—always laughing your denial off before saying “there’s always time to change your mind, Doll”

With him you weren’t met with the same ego-bruised assholes who insulted you whenever you denied them a chance, instead you were still given the same kindness you were greeted with.

That’s what made you cave into his perverted advances, and you’d be lying if you said you weren’t more than pleased about decision.

—

Silk sheets stuck to your back as your head fell to the pillow, hands gripping and tangling themselves into the sheets as you abruptly caught your breath.

You swore you could saw stars whenever he flicked his tongue against your sensitive bud.

His eyes never left your face as he ate you out, eyes analyzing your expression for any hint of discomfort only to be met with your clouded look of arousal. You could feel that devilish smirk against your heat as he tore out a strangled moan from you—vibrations falling from his lips and going straight to your core as he teased you.

“All talk, huh? You’re more sensitive than I thought.” His voice low as he spoke, almost as if he did it with the intention of having you needingly grind against his face at the tremor his words sent throughout your body.

The heat building in your lower stomach kindled from his words, your upcoming orgasm inching itself closer as he worked his skillful tongue on your cunt.

As much as you’d hate to admit, you needed him; the man you’ve been denying for weeks presented you with the best oral you’ve had in years.

He read you like a book, he knew exactly where to flick, where to lick, what to say to feel you clench around his fingers with a whiny moan—he played you like the sweetest song known to man and it made you regret not agreeing to his advances sooner.

Your thighs quivered in his grasp as you came, tears stippled the inner corner of your eyes as they forcefully shut; it wasn’t the first of tonight nor would it have been the last, but god you knew it would’ve been the hardest.

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