My Wifes Birthday Is Tomorrow

My wife’s birthday is tomorrow

Stroked it for him yesterday, stroked it for him today, and will DEFINITELY be stroking it for him tomorrow, HAPPY ALMOST BIRTHDAY KAKASHIIII

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)

Love Scars

Featuring - Beelzebub x Fem!Reader

Warnings - Marking, Overstimulation, Unprotected Sex, Slight Size Kink, Doggy Style

Rating - Explicit

Song choice - Love Scars (Trippie Redd)

You and Beelzebub have been together for years, you know just about everything about each other, hell, you’ve done it countless times.

Yet, despite all of that, sex with him was always better than the last—no matter how many times he’s drilled that thick blunt tip in and out of your sensitive cunt, adjusting to his sheer size was seemingly impossible for you.

No amount of foreplay could ever prepare you for that mouth-watering stretch that effortlessly made your eyes roll to the back of your head; taking him whole wasn’t off the table, it just wasn’t an option for now.

Now, you cried out his name between broken moans into your tear-soaked pillow as he took you from behind—rutting his drooling reddened tip against your cervix, ignoring that slight sting of your nails digging into his bicep in a poor attempt to get him to slow down.

Beelzebub was far too enamored with the opalescent mix of his cum and your slick coating his shaft to slow down his rough pace, besides, he knew you could handle it. He took your wrists into one of his hands, pulling you back and closer to him, licking a heated line up your sweat-slicked back before taking a bite into the flesh of your shoulder with a groan.

Your cries of his name being cut off by a sharp moan as he bit and suck into the flesh of your shoulder, pulling back just a bit to admire the forming hickey on his human.

His animalistic pace never faltering as he worked his way down your spine, fucking his cum deeper into your poor little cunt as he marked you inside, out; relishing those adorable whines of his name and sinfully angelic moans that fell from your lips as he bullied his tip against that certain spongy spot that easily made you go cross-eyed.

Your mind was foggy with a familiar feeling of lust that took wave of you countless times this night, more tears threatened to fall down your rosy cheeks as you managed to choke out, “F-Fuck, M’ close..”

One of Beelzebubs hands trained down from your hip to that aching bundle of nerves that he knew how to handle so well.

Switching from delicately circling it to hastily stroking it with his middle and ring finger, the feeling pairing all too well with his rough thrusts, bouncing you on and off of his slick shaft.

You were a mess, legs holding on by a thin thread as you felt that familiar knot in your stomach finally snap as Beelzebub swiftly circled your clit, your juices coating his cock and soaking into the sheets.

Beelzebubs faltered rhythmic thrusts and husky pants met your cries of pure ecstasy, pulling out of your abused cunt until his tip is just barely sheathed inside before roughly slamming back in—coating your insides in a thick coating of his cum once more.

His larger figure leaning over you as he let go of your wrists, pulling out and allowing you to fall limp onto the bed as you caught your breath.

Beel’s soft whispers of ‘I love you’s’ between breaths as he caressed his hand over he markings he left on your back were enough to faintly clear your lust-ridden mind.

You reached back to place your hand over his, giving it a light squeeze before responding back with a gentle “I love you too, Beel”

Other Kinktober 24’ Works

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.”

My apologies to anyone who submitted requests prior to Kinktober, trust and believe they will be fulfilled either afterwards or during the event 🤞🏾

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