#tw horse cock

❁ecstasy eyes -> haikyuu drabble.

⸙ᴀᴏɴᴇ × ꜰᴇᴍ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ᴛᴀɢꜱ/ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: 18+, smut, soft dom + horse cock Aone, he’s also lovestruck lol, kinda soft smut, sitting cowgirl/cock riding, fucked out expressions, some spit strands lol, no not ecstasy the drug ecstasy the feeling, bit of fluffy angst if you squint, drabble

ᴀ/ɴ:I’ve just been getting more and more fond of Aone recently ₍ᐢ..ᐢ₎

18+ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ! ᴍɪɴᴏʀꜱ: ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛ!

He watches the strand of spit dangling between his lips and yours as he pulls away. He’s in love with the way you don’t seem to care.

No, you’re too fucked out for that. Every inch of his cock has been buried so deep inside you for so long – stretching you, moulding you, claiming you – that your eyes are starting to roll back in your head.

That expression – that wonderful expression. Ecstasy eyes as he grips you by the hips and pulls you down onto him in such a firm, passionate pace.

“Look at me,” Aone says, panting; his chest rumbling against your ribcage. It’s an order, but it’s soft and adoring, hovering between a demand and a plea.

And of course, you obey, looking him in the eyes as you slop around his girth to the rhythm his own hands have set.

“Good girl,” he breathes, admiring you in your entirety. The shape of your chest, and stomach, and thighs, the sweat drenching your skin, the twitching of your muscles, the lust in your looseness around such a large, thick cock. All of it. He’s consumed by it. Hypnotised.

But most importantly, by those eyes. Those ecstasy eyes as you break and cum around his cock again, that he is sure he could watch forever and ever. On loop, on repeat. He would be happy.

“Please don’t ever get tired of me,” he whispers in your ear as you hang from his neck, gasping through your high.

He didn’t mean to say it out loud, and yet there it was – thrown between you to be judged.

But to his surprise, your hips are already moving again, grinding against his and determined as you find his lips, whimpering as you willfully overstimulate yourself.

“I don’t th-think I could e-ever do th-that.”

Oh, he thinks, quite calmly. So this is love.

© imo-chan-imagines 2021