![]() The tone of his voice was practically begging now, pants kicked off and boxers tugged down to his knees, and you could finally see how your hands measured up to your sweet, doting, spoiling husband’s cock. Please, let me show you how good it feels to be mine.” His lips still pressing fumbled kisses to yours, confessions mumbled and muffled by your tongues, Yuri finally had the confidence to start tugging his pants off his slender hips–and you kept your hand there, gripping his cock tightly, almost as a challenge for him to try and shed his clothes without sacrificing that sweet, satisfying feeling. Because you get me so riled up, I just want to…" I’m hard as a rock right now because I can’t wait to see you writhing and squealing underneath me. ![]() ” Nnh…you feel that? That’s how eager I am, darling. The solid, hot sensation against your palm felt so unlike your own though, and you could already feel him getting slick and throbbing at having you touch him like this. Yuri had gotten an erection in your presence before– much more often than you knew about–but it had always been a source of flirtatious comments or an awkward but not ashamed shuffle away to care for the problem, something you felt quite personally. At first, your nails scraped against nothing but lines of neat, wiry hair, and you whimpered and struggled for a second–but his soft cooing against your lips calmed you down, the thrum of groans rumbling in his throat as he finally guided you to what he had intended. His grip tightened momentarily on your wrist, a smirk crossing his lips that told you a boundary was about to be crossed–and before you could say otherwise, Yuri slipped closer between your legs to press his mouth to yours, and shoved your hand past the band of his underwear in a flash. Like it or not, your husband finally had you locked down with both ball and chain–and his plan was to devour you, whether you were really ready or not. But when he said that, his voice a purr that drawled over you and sent a heat pooling in the pit of your stomach, you knew what kind of thoughts were running through Yuri’s head. There was a bit of a gray area about how intimacy with your husband would go, and it had been one of the main sources of anxiety for you when thinking about having sex. Looking back, that had been a turning point for you. Lucky for your heart, he still had the dark red fabric of his boxers stretched over the bulge hidden beneath, but even so you swore that his cock twitched at that. You’re scared about trying to please me?” You almost disliked how easily Yuri could read you, those pale eyes making short work of any kind of facade you tried to put up–it often felt like he could read your mind. “…That isn’t what you’re scared of, is it? Don’t tell me.” Yes, he had been patient in waiting for you to come around–but that didn’t mean he hadn’t enjoyed groping you and letting his hands roam your body, so close to the areas that would make you cry out his name, but not allowed to make use of them. He sounded genuine, but the way he was staring you down as he unzipped his trousers felt otherwise to you. “Scared? Oh, sweetheart, don’t be scared! You have nothing to fear–I won’t hurt you, I promise.” You often regarded him in your dreams as a prince himself, and he always proved to be as such. The tremble in your voice resonated through all your other limbs, the shakiness present even in your hands as Yuri took one into his own and gently kissed your knuckles. “I-I…I just…don’t really know what I’m doing, Yuri…I’m s.scared.” Your husband was so darling, so kind, promising you with that same loving voice that he didn’t mind that you were saving yourself for marriage, and that he would wait however long you wanted to show him the deepest, darkest parts of yourself…and finally, that time had come, just as you had anticipated for on the eve of your fantastic wedding. He’d had his hand on your knee for some time now, stroking and rubbing circles into it with long, slender fingers, and occasionally even pressing kisses to the soft skin that led up to your plush thighs. Yuri’s sweet, honeyed words usually served as a comfort, but not while his eyes felt so… predatory. “My precious little prince…are you really that nervous? Even when it’s only me?” possessiveness, male reader, virgin reader, oral, praise, pet names, dom/sub relationship, cumplay, lemon. can we get some nsfw content for this cherub please?”Ī/n: yuri wants to show his pure little prince that he’s got nothing to fear–not while his husband is there. “listen, i’m a big deku slut, and your yuri being a service top, KILLS ME even more than your deku smut. slay me, kill me, spank me, whatever, but I neeeeeed nsfw content with him now.“ Request: “Yuri Lemon please! Male reader maybe? Maybe darling is scared bc they are a virgin?”
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