#IVE BEEN WAITING AND BITING MY FINGERS TO RELEASE THIS FOR SO LONG

[penny-for-thots]

edging the windbre boys ; not requested :]

[!] ON THE EDGE.

ⓘ BRINGING THEM TO THE EDGE JUST TO STOP?! gn!reader — smut. includes. sakura, suo, nirei, kaji, umemiya, hiragi, togame, + choji. blow/hand job, ribbons, cock ring, teasing, whining, + edging. aged up 18+ ; now that im writing this, im thinking abt a dry cumming ver...sorry, ive been writing a lot of smut but its the week before my period. im is ovulating, so um...take this <3

"I CAN'T TAKE IT, PLEASE!!" or, SCREAMING FOR MERCY. he's whining, begging, repeating your name and a phrase over and over and over again. his breath is stuttering and a couple of tears may fall down his face. like- he's legit going to pass out soon from the edging.

SAKURA is shaking. in all honesty, he can go in both this category and the 'JUST ... A MESS.' category, however, what sets him in this one is his begging. he's sobbing, a blushing mess, pleading with you like he'll fucking die if he doesn't get to cum. like, "pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease," is leaving his lips. his legs, his whole body is shaking at this point and he's begging to cum. like- to the point of babbling he's begging to cum, telling you how good it feels, and mumbling to himself that he can't last any longer. GOD FORBID, you put a cock ring on him? girl- he's gone.

CONT. at a certain point, because he's no pitiful, you decide to take mercy. you're tongue licking a long stripe up his length, hand pumping him earnestly. your tongue circles around the head and he cums, hard. like- a big ass load is dumped into your as he's hunched over and twitching from the relief he got.

"OOH, YOU'RE GONNA GET IT." or, HE'S ACTIVELY SEEKING REVENGE. this man isn't as much of a mess, in fact, he's doing everything in his power to contain his moans and such. he's trying to be somewhat tough and maintain his composure but he's grunting about paying you back. his hands are definitely tied behind his back, though that doesn't stop him from trying to get out of it.

TOGAME is seething. like- he loves it but he cannot wait to have you over his lap, fingering you and stopping until you get the feeling he's getting right now. he's breathing rough, "ooh, baby. im gonna get you back," he hisses, "i—ngh-oh—fucking promise." his arms might be tied, but he's trying to hard to hump your mouth, seeking any release that could push him over the edge. you'd have put a cock ring on him to get him to stop (hear me out though, a cock cage on togame?). regardless, he's grunting, his abs flexing and relaxing, thighs tensing and shaking, and his toes curled as he swears up and down he'll get you back.

SUO is breathing heavy. he's purposefully trying not to say something, so nothing you can tease him with slips out. unfortunately for him, a grunt that transforms into a whimper has your lips coming off of his cock with a pop! he looks down to see a cocky expression on your face. he huffs with a chuckle, "ooh, mm—damn—when we're done me and you are gonna have a- ngh- very long talk." suo bites his lip to prevent his whimpers from slipping, though he doesn't help himself by watching what you're doing. tying that pretty bright pink ribbon at the base of his cock, he's not against it. he has no problem with "feminine" things, but did you really have to tie it that tight? "hayato! you're staining my ribbon!" suo has to fight himself not to say something, he only chuckles, a hiss leaving his lips. oh, you are so going to get it.

KAJI is literally about to fight you. no bull. of course, being the person he is, he isn't allowed to use his hands. though he wants to, he can't shove your face full of his cock. his tongue swirls around his lollipop in a futile attempt to distract him from the warmth of your hand around him. "damn it! i am—fu-ucking—get- getting you back for this!" his his hips lift urgently off of the bed you've got him tied to. his legs are shaking; dazed and low-lidded eyes staring down at you as is orgasm builds, only to fall off at the last second. he nearly growls, swearing he'll get you back (in his head).

CONT. he isn't geting relief (none of them). he's normally a man with a lot of confidence, and yet, he's fucking trembling because he can't cum? i mean sure, he's out to get you later, but it's completely worth it to watch his eyes roll back into his skull, his hips practically convulsing, and thick ropes of cum shoot from his tip and stain his stomach. plus, the breathy "fuck" nearly has you doing the same.

MR. CAN'T SPEAK, or HE'S REALLY FOCUSED. the man is nearly silent. he either doesn't want to make a noise, or he's like- breathless. he may be huffing, eyebrows furrowed so deeply he'll cause permanent wrinkles. he's looking down at you, but he's more so focusing on not losing his shit because he can't cum. like- "fuckfuckfuck ... " is going through his head while he fights internal demons, and you. how dare you look at him with those pretty eyes?!

HIRAGI strikes me as a quiet man in bed, especially when something like this is happening. his core is tense; his face is tense. eyebrows knitted, eyes screwed shut, jaw clenched, and thighs flexed. he tries so hard not to—to which he fails—though at some point, he genuinely can't. he's moaned and groaned, even whimpered, and now a sound can't come out of his mouth. he's so close to losing it he's lost his voice to beg or whine. "damn—" he croaks, body trembling.

CONT. hes another one where your mercy is his salvation. he just looks so cute- why would make him suffer more? its not until he's allowed to cum does his let out a string of pretty noises, sweat dripping down his forehead and body shaking.

JUST ... A MESS, or SELF EXPLANITORY. he's losing his fucking shit. this man is damn near wailing because he can't cum. he can't get the release he wants and he's losing his shit. fat globs of tears spill down his cheeks, there may even be snot. he's barely coherent, babbling pleads and jumbled strings of words to get you to let him cum.

NIREI is the one literally about to die from being denied. honestly, the display has you wanting to stop. he's sobbing, his voiced cracked, snot dripping from his nose, and body shaking like a leaf. he barely tell you "sorry," or "please," let alone fully beg. his words are mindless babble, strings of saliva falling from his lips, a web of them shown in his mouth. he keens and whines, "puh- plea- plea-ease!" when i say he's vibrating in his spot, i mean it. hes is NAWT the type of person to be able to handle this type of sexual activity (you can't overstim him either).

CHOJI is ... something. i see choji as someone who isn't too interested in sex, though when it happens he's sooo sensitive. and ridiculously whiny. like- the man will not shut up. he's whining your name, pleading, whispering to himself, cursing—anything. at some point tears start to form and he gets shocked at the waves of pleasure that appear and disappear. he almost gets mad until your tongue starts to work him. his eyes get low-lidded and his body relaxes, it feels to him as if a wave is inches from sweeping him away, and then you stop. and then he sobs. and then he gets mad. then you get back at it. cycle repeats. "i- urgh! can't- can't—awh!" he's legit a fucked up mess, whining and crying like a girl, convulsing and breathing heavy as hell.

CONT. you have to let him at this point, he's not surviving a minute longer. his cock is raw and stiff from your strokes; at one moment, you thought he had accidentally came because of how much pre-cum seeped from the tip. he almost passed out once he cums, that's how much he needed it.

IT DEPENDS or THE OUTLIER WHO'S MULTIPLE. he can range from sobbing and crying for you, to telling himself not to cum, to being a complete and utter mess. it genuinely depends on how he feels that day, what happened. is he letting lose? is he still up tight? does he need to blow off some steam? it really depends on his mental state. he could go from

UMEMIYA grunts. his breaths are shaky, chest stuttering. he's laughing at both you and himself, he's certainly having fun with the moment. though, his body is being a little fickle. one second he's too hot, he's about to burn up, then the next its calm, though there's that painful pleasure in his groin from being denied. he laughs, "it looks good on me, it's—fuck—like y'r openin' a- pre-present." he looks down at the bow you've tied around his cock. of course, he asked for it. it looks better than he thought. he lets out a shaky breath, core tensing as he tries to keep his noises inside. though, to no avail, as he's a naturally loud person. his grunting and groaning fills the room, tears brimming at his eyes, and saliva pooling on his bottom lip. he bites his lip, chuckling, "fuck—y'r making me lose it!" he moans, "ooh, im gettin' you back."

CONT. he broke from his restraints, a stupid mess and all and forced your mouth to stay lodged on him until he finished shooting ropes down your throat. he watches in amusement as you cough, looking down at the mess he's been made of. he 100% got you back seconds later.

#⋆𐙚 ₊ jani writes. #wind breaker (satoru nii) #wind breaker x reader #wind breaker anime #wind breaker smut #nirei akihiko #hajime umemiya #sakura haruka #hayato suo #ren kaji #jo togame #choji tomiyama #toma hiragi #haruka sakura x reader #sakura haruka x reader #suo hayato x reader #hayato suo x reader #akihiko nirei x reader #nirei x reader #ren kaji x reader #kaji ren x reader #umemiya hajime x reader #hajime umemiya x reader #umemiya x reader #togame jo x reader #jo togame x reader #choji tomiyama x reader #tomiyama choji x reader #winbre

[yanderederee]

Windbreaker Official Q&A !

Part1 › Part2

(answer releases are slow, so I’ll post an update probably within a month or so?) -> Q&A hosted here

1. What would you spend 500 yen on?

Sakura: “I’d buy Saboten’s Curry Bread.”

Nirei: “I’d like to buy more notebooks!”

Sugishita: “Dunno.”

Kotoha: “A cup of delicious coffee.”

Suo: “I would donate it of course.”

Hiragi: “I just ran out of stomach medicine.”

2. If you were to travel in Japan, where would you like to go?

Sakura: “Well… a place worth taking a walk.”

Nirei: “We should all go to Okinawa, it looks like fun.”

Sugishita: “Dunno.”

Kotoha: “I want to see the snowy scenery of nature in Hokkaido.”

Suo: “I’d like to go to a tea plantation in Shizuoka and pick tea.”

Hiragi: “I want to try snowboarding, so probably a ski resort.”

3. What is your favorite seasoning?

Sakura: “Ketchup. Omurice with ketchup is the best.”

Nirei: “I like to eat rice cakes with sugary soy sauce!”

Sugishita: “Dunno.”

Kotoha: “Japanese-style soup stock. With that, I can make anything delicious.”

Suo: “I’d say soy sauce. It's sweet, isn't it?”

Hiragi: “It's delicious if you put miso on nigiri rice and bake it.”

4.) What do you think about before going to sleep?

Sakura: “Fighting.”

Nirei: “I think about everyone I was with that day.”

Sugishita: “Dunno.”

Kotoha: “Pothos's sales status.”

Suo: “The dragon sealed in the left eye is about to rampage, so I guess that's it, haha.”

Hiragi: “If I can’t sleep, I try not to think about it.”

5. What would you eat for your last meal?

Sakura: “What… Why is it the last one? I’ve never thought about it.”

Nirei: “High-class meat. I want to eat til I’m full!”

Sugishita: “Dunno.”

Kotoha: “I dont care what I eat, I just want to eat it with everyone at the facility and the teachers.”

Suo: “Hmm, I don’t need to eat anything.”

Hiragi: “If it’s my last meal, then that must mean I’m in a bad situation, right? That means my stomach hurts, and I wonder if I can eat it. If I can eat it, I might say Katsudon.”

6.) What happened recently that made you happy?

Sakura: “At the butcher's... I got a bonus when I bought croquettes…”

Nirei: “I was able to have small talk with Mr. Umemiya.”

Sugishita: “Dunno.”

Kotoha: “Customers really liked the new menu.”

Suo: * “I had two tea pillars stand recently.”

Hiragi: “I got a ticket for my favorite band.” (LETS GO TOGETHER PLEASE!!!)

* When pouring freshly brewed loose-leaf tea, you can sometimes expect to find a tea stem/pillar in your tea. It’s considered good luck if one of those pillars stand vertically.

7.) What would you do if a stranger of the opposite sex asked for your contact information?

Sakura: “What?! What are you going to do when you have it!?”

Nirei: “A-are you sure it’s mine you want!? Not Sakura, or Suo’s?!”

Sugishita: “eh… uh…. um…”

Kotoha: “Sorry~ I have a boyfriend.”

Suo: “I don’t have a phone, sorry.”

Hiragi: “O..Oh… is my number okay?” (YES PLEASE)

#I NEEDED TO RELEASE THIS IMMEDIATELY #IVE BEEN WAITING AND BITING MY FINGERS TO RELEASE THIS FOR SO LONG #BUT I CANT DO IT ANYMORE #so im making it a multiple part so that i can finally rest easy #in case no one can tell Hiragi is my favorite and quickly becoming an obsession #he’s so underrated #wind breaker #windbreaker #wind breaker (satoru nii) #wind breaker x reader #wind breaker manga #wind breaker official Q&A #wind breaker headcanons #technically canons??? #wind breaker Hiragi #Hiragi toma #toma hiragi #wind breaker Sakura #Sakura #sakura haruka #haruka sakura #wind breaker nirei #nirei akihiko #wind breaker suo #suo hayato #hayato suo #wind breaker sugishita #kyotaro sugishita #wind breaker kotoha #kotoha tachibana

[feedingonthegoore]

oh to be owned by Papa IV.......smut incoming

as always, find it on Ao3 under morbid_ways

It’s late. You should be sleeping. There’s a warm lump of a person against your back that’s snoring softly. He’s been home for 2 days and he’s been sleeping most of the time. Tour has a habit of knocking the shit out of him. But it’s been 2 days of rest, and you’re feeling a little…restless. You turn your head as far as your neck will allow and take in the sleeping man behind you. His face is soft and settled. He’s so handsome you find yourself staring a for a bit. And then you get an idea.

He’ll kill you later but right now? Well, right now you need a release. You need to be used. And that’s one of your newly crowned Papa’s favorite things to do with you. He looks so peaceful; he’s not expecting anything to happen. His breath is warm on your neck, sending shivers down your back, and as you shiver you make sure your ass grinds into his groin. Huh, apparently, you’re not the only one that needs this release. His cock is difficult to feel completely through his night pants, but you can tell he’s getting hard from whatever it is he’s dreaming.

You scoot backwards until you’re firmly pressed against him and give another grind to his erection. He grunts and you know he’s awake. Hands come up and grip your hips and stop you from the next round of grinding you were about to subject him to.

“Good morning to you too, my boy.” He all but bites into your ear. Firm hands keep you still as he starts grinding into you this time. You both draw out pants and moans. You are getting even more restless and he’s getting into what he’s doing but you don’t want it to be over before you get what you want.

“Papa, I need you to fuck me.” You whine to him.

He halts his movements and gives a snicker.

“Begging already? Such a needy little pet.”

He sits up so quickly you’re confused and then he’s kneeling over you.

“Strip.”

You mind him and take your clothes off. You’re wet. So wet. So ready. He keeps you pinned with his eyes while he drags his own pants down his legs and then throws them to the side. His cock is free and ready.

“You’re going to do this my way. I’m going to fuck you. I’m going to fill you, and you’re going to keep it inside until I say you can release it. That’s the only way to be a good boy tonight.”

He gets close to you, lingers by your ear for a moment, and finally tells you “The whole Clergy is going to know who you belong to after this.”

And then he’s gone from your ear and is kneeling back over you.

You’ve just about lost your mind with want. He’s sexy when he’s commanding you, owning you. This is exactly what you had in mind from the start.

He’s rubbing his cock through your wetness and against your clit and when he’s got you good and ready he enters you. As commanding as he can be, you know he’s still only thinking of you as he slowly lets you adjust to his cock being nestled inside you. After a moment, he’s pulling back and thrusting in again and you’re finally letting go of the tension that’s been building since he’s been back in your arms.

Through the rapid thrusts he leaves bite marks along your neck and shoulders, devouring every bit of you he can get to while he pumps away. He knows your angle, knows where to hit, and he has you turned into a begging mess before too long.

The man has stamina but you can tell he’s getting close with you. He’s got one hand at your dick, fingers circling it, the other hand holding your head by your hair so he can look into your eyes, and he’s pounding you into the mattress with all the strength he has.

“Papa, please, I need you to cum inside me. Please.”

He bites you on the neck again. He’s way too involved beyond words at this point. His pace gets even faster, thrusts getting harder and sloppy now.

Then, he speaks quickly. “You will keep your Papa’s cum inside until I say otherwise. Understood?”

You let out a whine and nod frantically as you wait to finally feel the hot liquid, him, inside you.

He stills himself as his orgasm takes over and he pumps his cum into you. As he keeps circling your dick with his fingers, you clamp around his cock and pull the rest of his seed out of him while your own orgasm takes you into momentary oblivion.

When you come back to Earth, there’s a very sweaty Papa laying on top of you, panting. You poke him in the side with a finger, and he raises up and gives you *that* smile.

“You are always so good for your Papa. But remember what I said, my boy…no releasing until I say so.”

You smile at him. That’s all you can do, really. Everything else is all jelly and floating on cloud 9. You absolutely love this feeling, being full, having him in you for so long. When will he let you release? You don’t really care at this moment…for now you’re content with being surrounded by Papa Emeritus IV, inside and out.

#the band ghost #papa emeritus iv #cardinal copia #ghost band #papa emeritus #myfic

[stranger-nightmare]

If you write for Geralt then some smut please 🤤🤤🔥

“don’t forget who you belong to” AND "Bed. Now."

That will be good 🤩

𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐞

Pairing: Geralt x (female) Reader

Summary: you have some light-hearted flirty banter with Jaskier, only Geralt doesn’t think it looks so light-hearted… So Geralt makes it his mission to remind you that you’re his and his alone

Warnings: smut, fingering, oral (f receiving), penetrative sex (m+f), Dom!Geralt, rough sex, manhandling, multiple orgasms / overstimulation, minors DNI

A/N: LEA YOU ANGEL THIS IS MY FIRST GERALT SMUT AND IVE BEEN WANTING TO WRITE FOR HIM FOR SO LONG SO THANK YOU SM!!!😮‍💨😩 Also these prompts just exude Gerald energy, such good picks bestie!! Hope you like it✨🖤

This is for people 18+ only. Minors do not read on. If you click ‘keep reading’ you are hereby agreeing that you are 18 or older.

You laugh at Jaskier’s latest witty comment, your drink nearly spilling. The two of you fall into each other as you attempt to control your laughter. You wipe a tear from your eye as you wheeze, finally calming down enough to breathe properly again.

You and Jaskier fall back into conversation again, laughing again every few minutes. Eventually the topic of Jaskier’s fancy new red leather tailcoat is brought up. Yennefer is quick to scoff at it, thinking it to be rather gaudy.

“Ah Yen, I think it looks nice!” You defend. “Don’t listen to her Jask, it looks good on you.”

“Why thank you y/n” he bows sarcastically before winking at you. You smile fondly at him.

The whole tavern suddenly quiets as a chair scrapes loudly. You all spin round to see Geralt standing up from his seat across the room. You can see a visible tension in his shoulders, his whole body and face the perfect definition of brooding. He strides towards you, looking at you pointedly, before walking straight past you and up the tavern stairs.

Shit. You were in trouble now. You knew Geralt well enough to read the silent command in his eyes. The command that read follow me. Now.

The general noise of the tavern returns and you’re able to quietly excuse yourself from the company of Yennefer and Jaskier. You follow where Geralt had gone up the stairs. You knew you’d find him in the room the two of you had rented for the few nights you were staying in this location.

Sure enough you meekly open the door to the room to discover Geralt stood in the centre of the room waiting for you. You close the door quietly behind you before stepping towards Geralt. You could practically feel the fury radiating from him. You stop a few paces in front of him when he shoots you a glare.

Geralt was a man of few words. Most of his communication you observed through his body language, and, having been together for years now, you knew how to read him quite well. You knew right now he was seething from how close you and Jaskier were. He was jealous, to summarise the point briefly. You also knew that trying to reassure him would do no good. He needed to work this through in his own way.

He moves to close the gap between you. He grabs the back of your neck roughly, pulling at your hair, forcing your head up to look at him, a small whimper leaving you. He leers down at you, a snarl on his lips.

Then those snarling lips are upon you. He kisses you roughly, your teeth clashing. You moan into the kiss as he shoves his tongue harshly into your mouth. The kiss is messy, frantic, his mouth completely dominating yours, his teeth biting at your lips as he continues to hold you in place by the back of your neck. You’re about to wrap your arms around his neck to hold him closer when he suddenly pulls his mouth of you, holding you away from him by your neck.

“Strip. Then on the bed. Now” is all he says. The growl in his voice lets you know there’s no room for arguing. He releases your neck and watches as you walk over to the bed. You stop to wiggle out of your dress, letting it pool to the floor around you, leaving you completely naked under the intense stare of Geralt. You hear a small satisfied “hmm” from him at the sight of your naked body.

“Lie down. Legs open” is his next firm instruction. You feel yourself get wet at his words. Oh you were in for trouble. And you could not wait.

You obey his instruction, climbing onto the bed and laying on your back, relishing the feeling of the furs on your naked skin. You sit up on your elbows as you open your legs for Gerald, baring your dripping cunt to him. You see hunger take over his yellow eyes as he walks towards the edge of the bed. He slots himself between your legs before running one hand down your leg. He doesn’t take his time with you. He wanted to claim you as his and he wanted to do it quickly.

His hand reaches your core and he immediately inserts one of his thick fingers inside you, your own slick allowing him to sink his finger in easily. Just as you moan at the sensation of that first contact he already inserts another, stretching you open with his thick digits. He fucks you hard and fast with his fingers, curling them forwards with each thrust, ensuring to hit your sweet spot. He then adds his thumb to the mix, placing it on your clit and circling in sync with his pumping.

“You think that idiot Jaskier can make you squirm like this?” He suddenly growls, applying extra pressure with his thumb in your clit. The pressure makes you writhe on the bed, your back arching, your pussy bucking up into Geralt’s hand, a pathetic mewl the only response you can fathom. You hear another satisfied ‘hmm’ from Garalt seeing you unable to even fathom a response.

You feel the burn to begin inside your stomach, its heat matching that of the fire burning in the room. You can feel a fine layer of sweat break across your body as buck under Geralt’s hand. You throw your head back in ecstasy as you feel your orgasm break over you. Your legs are trembling as you convulse around Geralt’s fingers, you thighs clenching together, keeping Geralt’s hand locked in place as you ride out your high.

After barely giving you a second to catch you breath Gerald pulls his hand from you. He then uses both hands to pin your legs open, spreading you before him. You sit up on your elbow again to look at him just in time to see him sinking to his knees at the foot of the bed. Your stomach knots in anticipation of what’s coming next. He hovers his mouth just above your waiting core, eyes locked with yours again.

“I want you to watch me. I want you to see that I’m the only one who gets to eat this cunt” he commands deeply. You whimper at this words and nod your head weakly. A tiny smirk tugs at his mouth before he finally dives into your dripping pussy. He licks a stripe up your folds before his tongue finds home on your clit. He keeps his eyes locked on yours as he begins to lap and flick at your bundle of nerves. You whimper as he switches tactics to sucking your clit into his mouth before releasing it and lapping at you again. Your hips begin to rock into his mouth of their own accord. A deep groan grumbles through Geralt and you almost cry at the feeling of the vibrations coursing through you. You can feel his rough stubble scratching at the sensitive skin of your inner thighs. It takes everything in you to keep from tossing your head back in pleasure. You writhe and squirm beneath his mouth as you struggle to keep your eyes open, watching him.

The sight of him between your legs is almost otherworldly. His golden eyes trained on yours, alight with a fiery a lust that’s matched by the actual fire reflecting from across the room. His skin grimy as always, alight with the glow of the fire and the sheen of sweat. His silver hair coming loose from his half ponytail, tickling the skin of your thighs and belly. His rough, calloused hands are keeping your legs pinned open as he devours you.

“Ahh... fuck, Geralt” you whimper. He hums in satisfaction at hearing his name in your mouth. The vibrations from his hum finally cause you tip over the edge, your second climax coursing through you. You can feel Geralt smirk against your core as he watches your face as you fall apart, your eyes still on him. You then finally let your head fall back, your body collapse back onto the bed as you pant heavily. You close your eyes and revel in the bliss, The softness of the furs beneath you, the sound of the crackling fire, your body in a total state of euphoria. You think you can hear the sounds of fabric rustling but you’re too blissed out too care.

But Geralt wasn’t done with you yet.

You cry in surprise when you feel him grab you hips harshly. He flips you over and practically throws you back onto the bed. You even have a second to register your new position before you feel Geralt climb over the top of you, his incredible body dwarfing yours. You can feel he's naked on top of you, his bare chest against your back, the outline of his hardened cock rubbing against your ass. Your small whimper is covered by Geralt’s loud grunt as he shoves his cock inside you. He doesn’t go slow, thrusting into you all the way in one swift motion. You can feel a small burn, his thick cock stretching you out, a pleasure with a touch of pain.

Geralt’s grunts are loud in your ear as he fucks himself into you roughly, his one hand holding your hip in a bruising grip. He pins you down to the bed with his body. You can the feel contrast of his warm flesh against the cold of his medallion as it’s lost between your bodies, the cold metal digging into your back. The entire bed is shaking with the force of him driving into you. You can already feel you’ll be sore tomorrow. A deliberate reminder of who really owns your pussy.

Geralt gets to work biting at your neck, sucking deep bruises into your skin. He was leaving his mark on you, making sure that the world could see exactly who you belonged to.

“Say my name” he suddenly demands with a growl. You whimper again, barely coherent with how drunk you were on his dick.

“Say my name” he snarls again, placing a sharp slap to the side of your ass. You gasp at the sting, a tear springing in your eye.

“Ah fuck... Geralt” you cry. “Shit Geralt you feel so fucking good” mewl. He grunts in approval at hearing his name on your lips again.

“Don’t forget who you belong to” he says each word in time his thrusts. You cry out beneath him as he ploughs into you painfully hard.

“You’re mine” he seethes.

“Yes Geralt. Yours. Only yours” you whimper as your body starts to convulse, that fire exploding in the pit of your stomach as you cum again. Your walls clench around Geralt repeatedly as you shake beneath him.

“Fuck” he grunts in your ear as his brutal pace finally falters. Your clenching walls milk his cock inside you, filling you up with his release. He ruts into a few more times, making sure to draw out both of your climaxes. He then rolls off you and collapses on his back beside you.

You stay where you are for a few minutes, trying to gain some control over your breathing. Eventually you manage to drag yourself the few inches until you’re resting on his broad chest, your ear just above his heart, listening to the steady rhythm of it beating. His one arm rests behind his head but he brings the other arm around your back, pushing you closer against him. You hook your leg over his thigh, slotting your body against his side. His hand rests on your ass, his palm curving to perfectly cup one of your cheeks.

You’re both sticky with sweat and grime. The new angle of your leg lets you feel as Geralt's cum leaks out of you, dripping onto your thigh and his. But neither of you care. You both stay where you are, content to revel in this hot mess, as long as you were touching, as long as you could feel the warmth and safety of the other.

After a while you turn your head to look up at him, his eyes are closed but you know he’s not asleep yet.

“That was fun” you whisper, smirking up him. “Maybe I should flirt with Jaskier more often” you tease.

An angry “hmm” is all Geralt responds but you can feel his body tense with anger underneath you.

“I’m jesting, Geralt” you say softly, rolling your eyes. “I’m yours and yours only” you say kissing one of the many scars on his chest.

“Mine” he confirms with a light slap on your ass..

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Teacher’s Pet III

Pairing: Professor!Natasha Romanoff xVirgin!Reader

Summary: She lives in daydreams with you, little did you know those daydreams are coming true... in the car.

Warnings: car sex, use of bunny as nickname, smut (18+)

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“You’re cute.”

“Cute?” you ask while biting your lip. You’re fidgeting on the passenger seat as Natasha keeps her eyes on the road. The drive isn’t long, but with her in the driver’s seat and all the red lights, the drive seemed longer than ever.

“Yeah, cute.”

“Thank you, Professor.”

“You can call me Natasha,” she compels with a soft nod and strict tone.

“Okay, Natasha.” You test her name on your tongue. The new name you will call when your fingers are burying themselves deep inside you and you’re biting down on your pillow to keep your vocals at bay.

“Whenever we’re alone at least.”

Before you could fall inside the deep rabbit hole you feel her hand on your thigh. Suddenly you can’t breathe. Your mind is racing and your head fills with more inappropriate thoughts.

“Will we be alone together often?”

“Do you want to be?”

“Yes.” You’re not sure if your ‘yes’ is loud enough for her to hear, but you take the squeeze she gives your thigh as confirmation.

You barely notice when she pulls over on the side of the empty road. You didn’t realized how late it was until your phone lit up, 9:17PM.

“What’s going through your head, bunny?” She asks as she rubs soothing circles on your bare thigh. Not to mention the nickname she happily calls you.

“Am I dreaming?” You can’t recall when her left hand slips under your skirt with the way your body is heating up and it’s not because of the seat warmer.

“Do you typically dream of this?”

“Yes,” you nod shyly. Again your fingers fidget with each other, but stop when Natasha’s free hand holds yours. Her skin is baby soft and smooth, you yearn to feel it caress your skin.

“What do you dream about, pet?”

“You.” You take the second squeeze she gives to your thigh as a signal to continue. Her fingertips are just an inch away from the place you need her most. “I dream of you on top of me and telling me that I’m your good girl.”

“My good girl?”

The words alone make you melt and you subconsciously open your thighs, inviting her hand to slip underneath your white sheer underwear.

“Yes, please. I’ll be your good girl. ‘M always a good girl.”

“Okay, bunny. Then you’re mine.”

You almost don’t comprehend her words due to the way she rubs your clit over your thick underwear

“Has my good girl ever been with a woman before?” She asks.

Like a deer caught in headlights, your eyes widened. Was it better to lie and say you’ve been with women? Lie and say you’ve been with anyone other then your two -sometimes three- fingers?

“No,” you whimper.

“Poor boys have nothing on me,” she brags and you believe her. You believe her even though you have no men to compare her to.

“I’ve never been with anyone.”

“Oh bunny,” she whispers more to herself.

The nickname makes you throb and you grind yourself onto her waiting hand between your thighs. Her hand warms instantly from the heat your skin releases. You bite back a moan when her fingers rub your pussy over your underwear. You can’t help but let out a whimper when her fingers trail lower to your covered entrance.

“We are going to have a lot of fun. Aren’t we?” She asks with a sinister smile, as if she’s planning on ruining every inch of good and innocence inside you. This ‘fun’ will be more for her enjoyment than yours.

“Please. Touch me.”

“Take them off for me.”

You wiggle in your seat while unhooking the white material from your legs, and letting them bunch at your ankles. There’s a moment where you think you only imagine this, that this is just another daydream where she’s the first one that you see.

“Bunny? Did you hear me?”

“Sorry, Professor,” you apologize nervously, her hand is still between your thighs yet so far away from your throbbing ache.

She looks at you with a stern stare and you quickly realize your second mistake. Call her Natasha, especially when the both of you are alone. Right now? You’re definitely alone. Surrounded by emptiness, on a lonely street you’ve never come across.

“Natasha, sorry.”

“Don’t need to apologize, it’s your first time, we all have our little mistakes, right?” She asks, squeezing your face so your cheeks are full and your lips are puckered.

“Yes.” You nod as best you can in her firm grip.

The way you look up at her makes Natasha want to kiss your lips until they’re bruised. To a point where you could still feel her lips the next day. Natasha dreams of your lips around her soaked fingers, your mouth between her legs.

“Please Natasha,” you beg her.

Natasha simply ignores your cries and brings her thumb to your mouth. She presses her thumb to your lips, hoping you’d get the message. Fortunately, you do and suck her thumb into your warm mouth.

“Bunny?”

“Mmm?” You hum around her thumb before she removes it from your mouth. There’s a string of saliva that connects from her thumb to your tongue. You watch has her thumb finds itself between your legs.

You don’t know what game she’s playing but it’s driving you crazy.

“Have you ever touched yourself,” She pauses and for a moment your confused until her wet thumb comes in contact with your sensitive clit. “Here?”

You gasp from the pleasure, throw your head back and shut your eyes. Your mind focusses on her soaked thumb rubs light circles on your clit. The pleasure is so much you can barely process a single thought.

“Well?” She whispers into your neck. You can feel her lips brush against your skin and it feels like everything you dream about.

“I- I have.” You stutter as she presses a gentle kiss on your exposed collar bone.

“Naughty bunny.” She jokes as she continues to rub wet circles on your clit.

“Faster.”

Natasha holds back a scolding when she hears you demand something instead of asking nicely, but she too wanted to go faster. So she listens and rubs faster, adding a bit more pressure, but not too much where it hurts.

You nod with a quite ‘mhmm’. Natasha thinks you’re addicting. The way you don’t force your reaction. Your moans are real, the way you ride her hand is real, even the way your thighs shake from pleasure is real.

“Can I come?”

Natasha wants to kiss you right then and there when you ask, like a good girl. Training you would be much easier since you catch on quickly. She’s surprised with how fast you were to your end, but she took one look at the slick between your thighs and heard the low sounds of your wetness and doesn’t question it.

“Go ahead, bunny.” Before she can even finish saying your new nickname, you come. Your whole body overcomes with sparks of pleasure and your eyes roll back.

The small praises that leave Natasha’s lips are barely audible. There’s almost a ringing in your ears and your thighs are wet with your slick. Your body feels like it’s on cloud nine, buzzing with pleasure. Your mind is blurry and your thoughts are messy as you work on breathing.

By the time you catch your breath Natasha is stepping on the gas with a small smirk on her face. She drives toward your accommodations and you are still trying to comprehend what’s happening.

Whenever Natasha stops at a light she looks your way. She takes in the when your thighs are still slightly apart and your white underwear bunch up by your ankles. Your heart feels like it’s beating out of your chest.

Trying your best to avoid her stare due to your nerves coming back. Fortunately, you don’t have to deal with your nerves for long. Natasha is pulling over again, and it feels like déjà vu. 

“Thank you,” you whisper shyly, not really sure if you’re thanking for her the orgasm or the ride.

Still you worry if ‘thank you’ is the correct thing to say when something as strange as this happens. Not having an clue what happens after someone makes you come, especially your own professor. You rush to tug your underwear back on and have the urge to kiss her goodbye, yet you ignore the urge and step out of the car.

“Anytime.”

“You mean that?” You question hopefully while holding the door open. The cold air meets the inside of your thighs and you force yourself to hide a shiver.

“Of course, bunny.”

“See you in class?”

Natasha nods and you take that as you signal to leave. You try not to trip or fall because you can feel eyes burning holes on your back. Unlocking the main door and turn back to wave at the woman waiting in the car.

Until next class.

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only you || part v

Stepdad!Osamu x Fem!Reader

WARNINGS: spit, semi-public sex, alcohol, oral (f+m receiving), male masturbation, female masturbation, daddy kink, breeding kink, squirting, hair pulling, cum eating

5.6k words

part i || part ii || part iii || part iv || part v || part vi || extras || only you, too

“Can’t I just stay the night?” Atsumu groaned as he got dressed.

“We’re going out tonight,” Osamu said, throwing Atsumu’s shirt at him.

You rolled over in the bed, pulling the blanket over your nude form. You propped yourself up on your elbow, appreciating Osamu’s strong body as he pulled his boxers up.

“Good morning, baby,” Osamu said, smiling as he leaned down to peck your lips.

“Mmm, morning,” you hummed. “What time is it?”

“Five in the afternoon,” he said. “You only slept for a few hours.”

You nodded, stretching out and yawning. “I’m going to shower,” you mumbled, sitting up.

You looked at Atsumu, who was still standing in your room.

“What?” He asked, finally noticing you staring at him.

“Get out,” you said, gesturing towards the door.

“Like I wasn’t just balls deep in yer pussy,” he grumbled, crossing his arms and walking out.

“Like you didn’t nearly cum in your pants while I choked you!” You called after him. You smiled as you heard him grumbling from the hallway.

“Ya okay?” Osamu asked.

You shrugged as you stood up on wobbly legs. “A little sore.”

You took a step towards your bathroom and your knees buckled. Thankfully, Osamu managed to grab your waist before you could fall.

“Let me help ya,” he said, holding you steady as you shakily walked to the bathroom. He sat you on the edge of the tub as he started the shower.

“I’ve got it from here,” you said. Your legs shook as you stood up but they stayed under you.

“Call if ya need me,” Osamu said, helping you into the shower.

You showered quickly. You brushed your teeth and fixed your hair before joining the twins in the living room.

“You never said where we were going tonight,” you said, curling up by Osamu on the couch. “How should I dress?”

“Casual,” he said, wrapping his arm around you and pulling you closer. “What you’re wearing now is fine.”

You glanced down at the sundress you were wearing. It was longer than your other one, so it already had Osamu’s stamp of approval.

You nodded and rested your head on his shoulder.

“We’re getting dinner? Great, where are we going?” Atsumu asked, plopping down next to you.

“We’re getting dinner and yer goin’ home,” Osamu said.

“Worth a try,” Atsumu said, shrugging. “Kiss goodbye?”

“I’m gonna kick yer ass,” Osamu said. Atsumu stood with a smirk.

“Not even a lil one?” Atsumu said. You smiled and stood up, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

“Don’t forget to cover that bruise on your throat,” you said, sitting back down. Atsumu whipped out his phone, swearing loudly when he saw the hand-shaped bruise across his neck.

“Damn it, what am I supposed to tell the boys?” Atsumu asked.

You shrugged as you cuddled into Osamu’s side.

“That you like getting choked by cute girls?” You suggested. “Nothing to be ashamed of.”

Atsumu groaned out a goodbye as he left.

Osamu pulled you into his lap and peppered kisses on your face as you giggled.

“Not that I don’t like it, but what was that for?” You asked, smiling after he kissed your lips.

“What, I can’t kiss my girlfriend?” Osamu asked, kissing your nose again. “Just wanna remind ya who ya belong to.”

“Never forgot,” you said, pecking his lips. “Need I remind you whose name I was moaning the whole time?”

You cupped his face and peppered him with kisses. “I love you, Miya Osamu.”

“I love ya,” Osamu said, kissing your lips one more time. “Let me go get dressed and we can go eat.”

“I guess I can let you go,” you said, moving off his lap. You laid on the couch, watching him walk down the hallway.

You checked your phone, responding to a few messages from your school friends and checking your socials. As expected, your mom’s ‘it’s complicated’ status had garnered a lot of attention. Comments ranging from ‘oh, i’m sorry sweetie’ to ‘i never liked him anyway’ to, to your joy, ‘he was too young for you anyway, don’t you have a daughter his age?’.

You cackled as you scrolled through the comments. Your mom had even responded to some, stating ‘he knows what he did’. You rolled your eyes and closed your facebook.

“Ready?” Osamu asked, stepping in front of you.

“When you are,” you said.

The restaurant was small and cozy, with the scent of fresh bread filling the air. You smiled as Osamu led you to a table in a secluded corner, pulling out your seat for you before sitting across from you.

“Everything here is fantastic,” Osamu said as you read over the menu. “My friend from uni runs this place, he’s almost a better chef than I am.”

“Almost?” You questioned. “So humble, Osamu.”

“Miya-kun!” A man exclaimed, rushing towards your table.

“Takahashi-kun,” Osamu greeted, smiling at the man.

“It’s been a while!” Takahashi said. “This the wife?”

You winced.

“Ah, not yet,” Osamu said. “I’m actually in the process of getting a divorce. This is my girlfriend, L/n Y/n.”

You smiled widely. “Hi, nice to meet you,” you said.

“Nice to meet you! It’s nice that you managed to get Miya to drag you out here, he rarely makes time to come visit his old friends,” Takahashi said. “I think I met the wife once? Maybe twice.”

“I have my own restaurant to run,” Osamu said. Takahashi rolled his eyes. “You can also visit me.”

“I have my own restaurant to run,” Takahashi said with a small laugh. “Speaking of, what can I start you off with?”

Your food came out quickly. Takahashi made polite conversation before leaving you two by yourselves.

“So, tell me about your childhood,” you said. “I feel like we only ever talk about me.”

“What do ya wanna know?” Osamu asked, taking a bite of his rice.

“What are your parents like?” You asked.

“My ma raised us alone,” Osamu said. He smiled before continuing. “Our dad wasn’t that great, he left when we were still babies.”

“Oh, I’m sorry,” you said.

Osamu shrugged. “He wasn’t a great guy, anyway. Leaving was probably the best thing he ever did for us. He used to abuse my ma. He tried to come back when Tsumu and I were in high school, but we ran him off.”

“Ran him off?” You asked.

“He got a lil too hands-on with ma, and Tsumu and I kicked his ass out the door and told him not to come back,” Osamu said. “And that was the last time we saw him.”

You hummed. “Good for you, then.”

“But yeah, ma raised us by herself, never remarried or anything. She worked two jobs just to support us and put us through volleyball,” Osamu said. “But she never missed a game.”

“She sounds great,” you said, taking a sip of your drink.

“She is,” Osamu said, smiling fondly. “I can’t wait for ya to meet her.”

“I’m looking forward to it,” you said, smiling. “Tell me something else, I want to know everything.”

Osamu smiled at you before reaching across the table and grabbing your free hand.

“Tsumu and I have always been really competitive,” Osamu started. You smiled at him as he spoke.

“I really enjoyed the food,” you told Takahashi as he cleared off your table. “And thank you for the dessert, it was amazing.

“Anything for a friend!” Takahashi exclaimed, stacking the two empty plates in his hands. “And don’t worry about the bill, consider it on the house.”

“I owe you one,” Osamu said.

“I’ll take salted salmon onigiri and your miso soup any day of the week,” Takahashi said, smiling widely. “It was nice meeting you, and Miya-kun, it was nice seeing you again. Don’t be a stranger!”

“I’ll try to come by more often,” Osamu said. You both stood after Takahashi disappeared into the kitchen. Osamu grabbed your hand, pulling you out of the restaurant.

“That was nice,” you said, swinging yours and Osamu’s arms.

“It was,” Osamu agreed. “What do ya want to do now?”

“I don’t know, do you have anything in mind?” You asked.

“There’s a club I like that’s not too far from here,” Osamu said.

“That sounds fun,” you said, smiling. “You’re buying the first round of drinks.”

“Deal,” Osamu said. He stopped abruptly, tugging you into his chest and leaning down. “I love ya.” He pecked your lips.

“You keep saying that like the world’ll end if you don’t,” you teased, standing on your tiptoes to kiss him again.

“Jus’ don’t want ya to forget,” Osamu mumbled. “Gotta remind ya.”

“I think it’s sweet,” you said. You intertwined your fingers with his and brought his hand up to your lips. “I love you, too.”

You smiled as Osamu handed you a glass.

“One vodka cran for my princess,” he said, sliding into the booth next to you.

“Thank you,” you said. You took a sip of your drink and made a face. “A little light on the cran.”

“Lightweight,” Osamu teased. He tossed back his glass of whiskey and shivered. “Ugh.”

“Lightweight,” you mocked, elbowing his side. You downed your drink. “Dance with me?”

“Of course, anything my princess wants,” Osamu said. He pulled you out of the booth and onto the dance floor.

Osamu’s hands rested on your hips as you ground against him. It wasn’t long before Osamu was turning you around, pulling you against his body as his hips moved to the beat. Your bodies moved together, grinding and bumping against each other as the two of you felt the rhythm.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him down to face you.

“Ya look like a goddess,” Osamu breathed in your ear. “Every guy in this club has his eyes on ya.”

You let out a shaky moan as Osamu’s hips dragged against yours.

“Come on,” Osamu mumbled, pulling you through the dancing bodies.

Osamu led you into the bathroom, locking the door behind you. He sat you on the edge of the sink, lips slotting against yours sloppily.

“Samu,” you said, running your hands up his shirt as he pushed your dress up around your waist. “Wanna feel you.”

“Later, princess,” he said, pushing his jeans down just enough to release his cock. “Gotta be in ya.”

He tugged your panties to the side and pressed the head of his cock flush against your entrance.

“I love ya,” he said, pecking your lips before pushing into you. You let out a high moan as he stretched you.

“Gen-gentle,” you stuttered. “Still sore from earlier.”

“Oh, princess, I got ya,” Osamu said, tip kissing your cervix. He held you tightly against him as he slowly thrusted into you. You moaned softly as you rested your head against his chest.

“Love ya so much, jus’ wanna fill ya with my babies,” Osamu said. You moaned, wrapping your legs around him and pulling him in deeper.

“Love you,” you moaned, kissing his neck. Osamu reached between you and rubbed your clit slowly, in time with his thrusts.

“Not gonna last,” he groaned. The fingers on your clit sped up. “Cream around my cock, princess.”

Your hands clenched in Osamu’s shirt as your stomach tightens. Your thighs trembled as you moaned in his ear.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Osamu groaned. His cock twitched as your walls clamped around him. You came with a soft moan, burying your face in his neck as Osamu filled you with cum.

“Samu,” you whined as he pulled out. A mix of yours and his cum slowly leaked out of your stretched hole.

“Hold on,” Osamu said, kneeling in front of you. He tossed your legs over his shoulders and licked a bold stripe up your cum coated folds.

“Osamu!” You exclaimed, legs twitching as his tongue licked deep into your hole. You moaned as he ate you out like a man starved, slurping up cum and spreading your pussy lips with his fingers to lick deeper.

“Taste so good with my cum leakin’ outta ya,” Osamu moaned. He stood up and kissed you, pushing cum into your waiting mouth. You moaned and swallowed instinctively.

You hummed and kissed him again. “Mmm, thank you,” you mumbled against his lips.

“Come on, I’m about ready to get ya outta that dress,” Osamu said, lifting you off the sink. Your legs shook as you stood up, and Osamu wrapped his arm around you to keep you steady.

“Let’s go home,” you said, smiling at him.

“Baby, no,” Osamu groaned as you sat up in your bed. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you back down against his chest.

“We’re supposed to meet the boys in an hour,” you said, struggling to escape Osamu’s iron grip around you. “I need to shower and get my stuff together.”

“Can’t we just cancel?” Osamu asked, holding you tighter. “Just, I wanna spend the day with ya. We can do whatever ya want.”

“Baby, we still have three free days before my mom gets back,” you said. “Let’s just go play this game and then we can come back home and spend the rest of the day in bed.”

Osamu pouted but let you go.

“Thank you,” you said, crawling over him. You pecked his lips before you rolled out of bed. “Come shower with me?”

Osamu was up immediately, following you to your bathroom.

Your shower lasted longer than it should’ve, thanks to Osamu. As soon as the water hit your body, his lips were glued to your skin, his hands on your waist. Before you knew it, you were pressed against the cool, shower wall as he fucked you from behind.

“We’re gonna be late,” you complained as you got dressed.

“Didn’t hear ya complainin’ when ya were cummin’ ‘round my cock, princess,” Osamu said, kissing your head.

You swatted him away, glaring at him.

“You’re insatiable,” you grumbled, tossing a pair of black spandex shorts in your gym bag.

“I’ll show ya insatiable,” he said, hugging you from behind. His hand slipped down the front of your skirt, teasing the edge of your panties as he sucked on your neck.

“Samu, no,” you said, making no move to push him off. You bucked against his hand as his fingers circled your clit.

“Come on, baby,” Osamu mumbled, lips pressed against your skin. “Let me make ya cum one more time.”

You huffed. “Five minutes, then we’re leaving.”

“More than enough.”

“Hey, hey, hey!” Bokuto exclaimed, hugging you tightly as you walked onto the court.

“Bokkun!” You exclaimed, smiling widely as he spun you around.

“Y/n-chan!” Hinata exclaimed, hugging you as soon as Bokuto sat you down.

“My favourite niece!” Atsumu shouted, running across the court to greet you. Sakusa followed after him, offering you a casual nod as Atsumu hugged you.

“I might as well not even be here,” Osamu said, crossing his arms.

“Osamu-kun!” Hinata exclaimed, throwing himself at the man. Osamu immediately caught him, and tossed him back on his feet.

“Just a hello would’ve been fine,” Osamu said.

You giggled as he walked over to you, gluing himself to your side.

“Let us go change and we can get started,” you said.

“Locker rooms are that way,” Sakusa said, pointing towards the end of the gym. “Hope you don’t mind using the men’s, the women’s is locked up today.”

“It’s fine,” you said, shrugging. You followed Osamu into the locker rooms and changed quickly.

“Hey,” Osamu called before you could walk out. You turned towards him. “I love ya.” He pecked your lips before following you out of the locker rooms.

“Okay, let’s play!” You exclaimed, clapping your hands together.

Hinata whooped loudly as he jogged towards you.

“We’re gonna crush them!” He exclaimed. Bokuto high fived you both as Osamu joined Atsumu and Sakusa.

“Let’s warm up first,” you said, smiling.

You stretched out, rolling your shoulders before getting into position. You set a few balls for both boys before Sakusa called for the game to start.

The game lasted five sets, your team winning three of them. After Hinata scored the last point, Bokuto pulled you into a tight hug, spinning you around.

“Aha! Suck it!” You shouted once Bokuto put you down. Atsumu flipped you off, smiling regardless.

“We let you win,” Osamu said, ducking under the net. You rolled your eyes as he pulled you into a hug.

“Oh, sure,” you said.

“No hugging the enemy!” Atsumu exclaimed. Sakusa slapped him on the back of the head before hugging you quickly.

“You’re good, probably better than Atsumu,” Sakusa said. You smiled widely.

“Thanks,” you said as Osamu wrapped his arm around your waist. Bokuto and Hinata both gave you a look.

“I have something to tell ya,” Osamu said. You cocked an eyebrow as you looked up at him. “M/n and I are getting a divorce.”

“Finally,” Bokuto groaned. “I couldn’t take her hitting on me every time we saw each other.”

“So, you’re with her daughter now?” Sakusa asked. Your face heated up as Osamu nodded.

“And this isn’t just you trying to get back at her for trying to sleep with us?” Sakusa asked.

“No, I love Y/n,” Osamu said, glancing down at you with a smile.

“And I love you,” you said.

“As sweet as that is, isn’t it a little fast?” Sakusa asked.

“Probably,” you said. “But who cares? My mom’ll probably be remarried by the end of the year.”

“We know the relationship is a little taboo,” Osamu said, “but we just can’t help it.”

“Pay up,” Hinata said, grinning widely as he held his hand out to Bokuto.

“Fuck you,” Bokuto grumbled, handing a bill over to Hinata.

“What exactly did you two bet on?” You asked.

“When you two would get together,” Hinata said. “Bokuto-kun bet it would be the next time you visited.”

“Should’ve known Osamu-kun would move fast,” Bokuto said, hair drooping.

“Atsumu obviously already knew,” Sakusa said. Atsumu smiled widely.

“It’s a twin thing,” he said.

“Shut up, you literally caught us,” you said, shoving the blond twin.

“But it was my twin senses which led me to catching you,” Atsumu said. You rolled your eyes.

“Anyway, lunch?” You asked.

“Baby, you promised,” Osamu groaned as you sat up in bed.

“Promised what?” You asked, stretching your arms out.

“We could spend one of our days in bed,” Osamu said, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you back down.

“One, I never promised that,” you said. “And two, I need to pee. Then I’ll come right back to bed.”

“Fine,” Osamu said, pouting. He released you from his hold. You hopped up and walked to the bathroom. You showered quickly and brushed your teeth before redressing in your pajamas (Osamu’s t-shirt and a pair of his boxers).

“Ya take too long,” Osamu grumbled as you crawled back into your bed. He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into his chest.

“I took ten minutes to shower and wash off, sue me,” you said, rolling your eyes.

Osamu rolled over, pulling you on top of him. “Why wash off when I’m about to make ya dirty again?”

You laughed. “That was so bad, Samu.”

Osamu pushed your shirt up and over your head, tossing it to the floor. He grabbed your breasts, squeezing them and teasing your nipples with his fingers.

“Samu,” you moaned, running your hands over his broad chest. “Let me.”

Osamu pulled his hands away from your skin as you leaned down. Your plush lips wrapped around his left nipple, your tongue teasing the cool, metal barbell as you pinched his other nipple with your fingers.

“Fuck,” Osamu hissed, lowly. His back arched as your free hand drifted to his half hard dick. You palmed him through his boxers, heart racing as you felt him harden beneath your touch.

You pulled back, a string of saliva still connecting you to Osamu. You pinched his swollen, spit-covered nipple, drawing out a high pitched moan from him as you switched to the other.

“Baby,” Osamu breathed, tugging your hair as you suckled his nipple. You hummed in response. “Feels good.”

You smiled against his skin as you continued to palm him. You pushed his boxers down, freeing his cock. You pulled away, straddling him.

“Wanna watch you,” you said, running your hands over his soft stomach.

“Watch me what, baby?” He asked, settling his hands on your hips.

“Wanna watch you get off,” you said. “Please, Samu, I wanna watch you touch yourself.”

“Why would I do that when yer right here?” He asked, moving your hips so you ground against his cock.

“Please,” you begged. “Please, I wanna know what you look like when you’re getting yourself off. Please, daddy, for me.”

Osamu sighed. “Fine, just for ya, princess.”

“Thank you, thank you, thank you,” you said, leaning down and kissing him. You moved off of him, watching as he kicked his boxers off.

Osamu wrapped his hand around the base of his cock and let out a shaky breath. He pumped himself once, twice before letting his free hand drift to his puffy nipples.

“Y/n,” he moaned, softly as you leaned back, pushing your hand under the waistband of Osamu’s boxers you were wearing.

“I’m right here, baby,” you said, reaching out with your free hand to touch his shoulder. He relaxed at your touch and pumped his length slowly.

“Doesn’t feel like ya,” Osamu whined as he thumbed his slit. You pressed two fingers against your clit as he gathered precum on his thumb.

“Let me taste,” you said, grabbing his arm. He lifted his hand to your face, letting you suck his thumb into your mouth, licking the precum away.

“Just want ya to touch me,” Osamu said as you hollowed your cheeks around his thumb.

“After you get yourself off,” you said, rubbing your clit in slow circles. Osamu whined as you let out a soft moan.

“Samu,” you moaned, rubbing your clit. “Let me see you.”

Osamu gripped his cock once again. Precum leaked down the side as he slowly pumped himself.

“Baby, take ‘em off,” he said, tugging at the boxers you were wearing. You pushed them down and spread your legs as Osamu watched you dip your fingers into your wet heat.

“Fuck,” he groaned, pinching his nipple and pumping his length faster. His thumb teased the metal barbell as he moaned.

“Samu,” you said, holding your wet fingers up to his face. He groaned at the scent and sucked your fingers into his mouth, licking them clean as he gently squeezed his balls.

“Please, please, I want you to touch me,” he moaned as you pulled your fingers away. You pushed his hands away and straddled him. His cock slotted neatly in your wet folds as you ground against him. You moaned as the head of his cock rubbed against your clit.

“So fuckin’ wet,” Osamu groaned, intertwining your fingers with his. “Just for me, isn’t that right, baby?”

“Just for you,” you moaned, rolling your hips furiously.

“Let me fuck ya,” he said. “Need to be in yer sweet cunt.”

You shook your head. “Sore from yesterday.”

Osamu’s head fell back with a groan. “And with any luck ya will be sore the rest of yer life.”

“Just- just cockwarming,” you said. Osamu nodded and carefully slid the tip into your wet heat.

“Son ofa bitch,” Osamu swore as your gummy walls clenched around him. He slowly bottomed out as you moaned in his ear.

“Oh,” you moaned as his fat cock stretched and molded your cunt. You wrapped your arms around his neck and leaned your forehead against his. “Feels so good.”

“Takin’ my cock so well,” Osamu breathed. He wrapped his arms around you and leaned back against the headboard, holding you closely. “Good girl.”

Your walls tightened at his praise. You sighed as you rested against Osamu’s chest.

“I want this forever,” you mumbled.

“My cock?”

“You, dummy,” you said, smiling as you looked up at him. “I want you forever.”

“Ya can’t say shit like that,” Osamu said, rolling his hips. “Makes me wanna flip ya over and put yer ankles over my shoulders.”

“Do it,” you challenged. Osamu groaned as he flipped you over.

“Yer askin’ for it, lil girl,” he said, pushing your knees up to your chest. You moaned as he pulled out, only to snap his hips against your ass.

“Samu!” You exclaimed as he split you open over his cock.

“I love ya, baby,” he grunted, grabbing your ankles. You cried out as he spread your legs out. You fisted the sheets beneath you as he pounded into you.

“L-Love you,” you stuttered. His cock hit every spot in you, without trying. The cool metal that teased your walls only added to the stimulation.

“Want ya to squirt all over my cock, baby,” he said, putting one of your legs over his shoulder as he reached down to slap your clit. You squealed as he slapped it again before rubbing two fingers over it.

“S-Samu!” You cried as he pulled out. He grabbed your ankles with one hand and pushed them up, folding you in half.

“Such a cute, lil pussy,” he cooed, rubbing his fingers down your slit. Your walls fluttered around nothing. “She’s just cryin’ fer me.”

“Samu, please,” you cried. Osamu leaned down and spat directly in your hole before shoving three fingers in you.

“Clenchin’ ‘round my fingers like a whore,” he said. “Ya want my cock, baby?”

“Please, please!” You moaned loudly. “Samu, please, I want your cock in me!”

“Oh?” He asked, pressing the head of his cock against your clenching hole. He ran the head through your folds, pausing to tease your swollen clit and fluttering hole.

“Daddy!” You cried. “Daddy, I want it!”

Osamu pushed forward, shoving his cock in your tight core. You moaned as he bottomed out, the tip of his cock pressed against your cervix.

“Does my baby feel better with daddy’s cock in her?” Osamu cooed, dropping your legs on his shoulders.

You nodded. “Love daddy’s cock in me,” you moaned.

“I know, baby,” Osamu said. “Ya were made to take my cock. Isn’t that right, princess? Yer just a sweet, lil cocksleeve, meant to take daddy’s cock whenever he wants.”

“‘m jus’ daddy’s cocksleeve,” you moaned. “I was made to take daddy’s cock.”

“Good girl,” Osamu praised, slowly thrusting into you. “Yer gonna be my lil housewife, pregnant with my babies.”

You moaned, unable to speak as Osamu shoved three of his fingers in your mouth.

“Suck,” he ordered. You hollowed your cheeks, tears running down your cheeks as you gagged on his fingers. “Good girl.”

“Wanna be your good, little, housewife,” you moaned as he pulled his fingers away.

“Aw, baby, ya will be,” he said. He reached down to circle your clit. “Cream around my cock, baby.”

“Daddy,” you whined as your stomach tightened. Osamu thrusted into you harder. You cried out as your walls clamped around him, juices gushing.

“There’s my girl,” Osamu said, continuing to thrust into you. You whimpered as his cock twitched inside you.

“Cum in me, daddy, please,” you begged. “Breed me, breed me, I want you to fill me up!”

“Gonna give ya my babies,” he grunted. Osamu moaned loudly as your walls fluttered around him, finally milking an orgasm from him. His balls tightened as he filled you up. Cum dripped down your skin as he fucked you through his orgasm.

“Too much, too much,” you whined as Osamu rubbed your clit.

“Just one more,” he said. You whined as he pulled out. Quickly, before his cum could leak out, he pushed his fingers in you.

“Samu!” You whimpered as his thumb rubbed over your overly sensitive clit.

“Come on,” he grunted, rubbing your clit faster. You moaned loudly.

“Samu, Samu, Samu!” You moaned. He leaned down and wrapped his lips around your clit, sucking harshly as he fingered you.

“Cum in my mouth, princess,” he murmured. Your thighs shook as his tongue pressed against your clit.

“Samu!” You exclaimed as you squirted into his open mouth. A mixture of your juices and his cum dripped onto the sheets and down Osamu’s chin.

“That’s my good girl,” Osamu said, wiping his face with the back of his hand.

“You’re too much,” you huffed, relaxing into the bed. Osamu smiled at you as he laid next to you.

“Breakfast in bed?” He asked. You shook your head.

“We have to clean these sheets,” you said, glancing down at the wet spot below you.

“But then we can get back in bed, right?” Osamu asked.

You smiled and nodded. “After we eat and wash the sheets, sure. And you need a shower, you smell like sex.”

“Join me?” He asked.

“No funny business, Miya Osamu.”

“Omurice and onion soup for one princess,” Osamu said, setting a plate in front of you. You smiled at the cute, panda-shaped omurice.

“Thank you,” you said. Osamu sat next to you with his own plate.

“I was thinking tomorrow we could go visit the Izanagi shrine,” Osamu said, slurping his soup.

“I’ve never been to the Izanagi shrine,” you said.

“It’s dedicated to Izanagi and Izanami,” Osamu said. You nodded.

“Sounds good,” you said. “Izanami is the goddess of creation and death isn’t she?”

“Yeah,” he said. “Izanagi was her husband. The moon and sun were born from his eyes.”

“That sounds interesting,” you said. “I’ll go.”

You ate in silence, apart from music playing from the tv in the living room.

“Back to bed?” Osamu asked after washing the dishes. You smiled and nodded.

“Back to bed,” you confirmed. Osamu lifted you easily and pecked your lips as he carried you back to bed. The freshly made bed was quickly ruined as Osamu laid you on your back, gently.

He kissed you softly before kissing down your neck. He made quick work of removing your tank top and sucking your left nipple into his mouth as he teased the other with his fingers. You moaned softly as he switched then continued to kiss down your stomach.

“Samu,” you said softly, threading your fingers in his hair.

“Jus’ let me take care of ya,” he breathed, running his fingers down your thighs, pulling your underwear down. You sighed as Osamu kissed up your inner thigh, stopping at your pubic area.

“Such a pretty pussy,” Osamu said, running his finger through your folds. “Gonna make ya cum on my tongue, princess.”

“Samu,” you moaned as he licked broadly up your slit. He moved your legs over his shoulders and wrapped his lips around your clit. He alternated between teasing it with his tongue and sucking at it softly.

“One or two?” Osamu asked.

“Two,” you said.

Osamu slowly pushed two fingers in your opening. Your mouth fell open with a low moan as he scissored you open and tongued at your clit.

“Osamu,” you moaned, tugging his hair. Osamu groaned, vibrating against your clit. “Oh?”

You gave another experimental tug, receiving the same response.

“Ya keep pulling my hair and I’m gonna fuck ya without finishing down here,” Osamu said, pulling away from you. You stared him in the eyes and pulled his hair again.

He moaned then glared up at you. “I wanted to treat ya real nice before I fucked ya again.”

“And I just want you in me,” you said. Osamu crawled up your body, hovering over you as he kissed you deeply.

“What my princess wants, she gets,” Osamu said. He kicked off his boxers and flipped you over so that you were on top.

“Want you in my mouth,” you mumbled, staring down at his hard cock. Your mouth was watering as his cock rested against his lower stomach, head swollen and dark pink, leaking precum.

“What was that, baby?” Osamu asked.

“Wanna suck you off,” you said, looking up at him. You scrambled down the mattress before he could say anything, spreading his legs slightly.

“G’head, baby,” he said, putting his hands behind his head as you placed a kitten lick to the leaking tip. You moaned at the salty taste.

You ran your tongue down his length, stopping to tease his balls. Osamu hissed as you sucked one in your mouth, gently running your tongue around it.

“Fuck, baby,” Osamu said, reaching down to grab your hair. You pulled back and pumped his cock once, twice, three times before taking the tip in your mouth. You hollowed your cheeks as you pumped the rest of his length.

“I know ya can take more than that,” Osamu said. You ignored him as your hand came up to play with his balls.

“Leave me alone,” you said, pulling back. “Just let me make you feel good.”

You took the tip back in your mouth, swirling your tongue around it. Slowly, you took more of his cock in your mouth until he hit the back of your throat. Tears burned at your eyes as you gagged. Osamu groaned and bucked his hips.

“Good girl,” Osamu groaned, pulling your hair gently. You moaned around him, bobbing your head and wrapping your hand around whatever couldn’t fit in your mouth. Your other hand squeezed his balls lightly.

“Fuck, gonna cum,” Osamu grunted as his balls tightened in your hand. You pulled back.

“Cum in my mouth,” you said. You wrapped your lips around the tip and sucked. Your tongue swirled around, moaning at the taste of his precum.

“Fuck, fuck,” Osamu swore, pushing your head down his length as he came down your throat. You swallowed most of it before crawling up the bed and meeting Osamu with a messy kiss. Spit and cum ran down your chins as your tongues danced together.

“I love you,” you mumbled, as Osamu wiped your chin clean with a discarded shirt before wiping his own.

“I love you, too, baby.”

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71 and 58 with Atsumu pleaseeese. I just love this man and I would appreciate it if you wrote something with him. Youre so talented!💕 — anon

sidenote: anon, i hope u know that u have a very special place in my heart for being the first ask ive ever received. i hope u are well & having a gr8 day ;U;

Content warnings: rape/noncon; nsfw; daddy kink; mild angst; implied post-breakup depression; toxic relationship/s

Breakups are a messy business. A lot of crying, begging, screaming (if it's that type of a breakup). Whatever it is, breakups generally inspire intense— so-intense-it-could-get-you-kicked-out-if-you're-in-a-public-place, high-strung, and the most unpleasant kind of emotions. 

It’s understandable, considering you’re losing the person you love. 

But he doesn't even look upset.

"Aah," Atsumu sing-songed, twirling the plastic stirrer between his fingers. "Ya wanna call it off?"

The heat from the mug bit your skin as you gripped it. 

"What?" you choked, shaking your head. "I didn't say that, Atsumu. I only-"

He scoffed. "Fuckin'- ya just did."

You finally looked up at him, porcelain clinking as you placed your drink back on the saucer. Ball cap on,  muscles filling up and straining his hoodie and jeans; even in an outfit that almost concealed him he never fails to take your breath away. 

Only, it's for a different reason this time.

"I said that I-" you cleared your throat. "I want- I want you to-"

"I get it, I get it." Atsumu sighed, waving his hand nonchalantly. "Let's break up, then."

He was already standing up and he didn't even deign to meet your eyes. You didn't expect much when you'd travelled all the way to Tokyo just to have a talk with him. After all, the last conversation you had was over the phone. (And that, too, did not go well). 

Though, is it too much to expect he'd at least listen to what you have to say?

"Tsumu-kun! Wait!" 

Some customers were already staring, urging you to hide, hop on the next train, and run back home; away from the cold scrutiny of strangers. 

But not now. Not when what you have with him is hanging on a balance.

"Please, sit down and- and let's talk," you huffed, voice and hand trembling as you held onto his.

Breakups are a messy business, you heard.

A lot of crying. A lot of begging. A lot of screaming. Whichever kind it is, don't breakups usually inspire only the most intense emotions?

But he doesn't even look upset, doesn't even look like he feels anything other than a passing irritation, as if you were a fly buzzing in his ear, when he told you, "I know this is ya first rodeo, but yer gonna find someone new eventually, hm?"

It's been a long time coming, Atsumu thinks. He'd known for quite a while now that his relationship with you would end, actually, ever since you'd wanted to include "feelings" and "trust" and "opening up" into the mix. 

"Why?" he'd laughed at your face once. "What? Ya ain't happy? That it? We got somethin' good goin' on don't we?"

He didn't get it, at first. You'd always been your cheerful, bubbly self; never failing to be that one sunny spot when his day gets too pesky and such a pain in the ass. You were happy.

Until you weren't. 

"You don't.. tell me things," you muttered, fiddling with your hands on the kitchen table. "Which is fine! I'm not- go at your pace, but- but know that I'd listen to you. Always. I'm here, 'Tsumu."

And it wasn't as if he didn't try. It's just that Atsumu realized, a few months later, that he wasn't any good at it. 

Every time he'd lay it all out in front of you⁠— every tiny and pathetic and gritty part of him, you would eventually take him in your arms. So much smaller, weaker than his and yet Atsumu did not mind if it could be his entire world. 

Then, a thought would creep in, like a thief that'd stab him in his sleep. In the safety of those tender arms, with those guileless eyes peering at him, Atsumu would think that he'd rather stay there forever, cling onto you until he bites the dust.  

It disgusted him. 

Atsumu couldn't stand it. Because if he could be anything in this short life, he'd choose to be perfect. And that- that wasn't it. 

So he avoided it when the occasion arose. Diverting the subject to mundane stuff was easy, at first. The weather, the new show you're binging, your slacker of a boss, what happened back in the game. When that didn't work⁠— well, there were other ways. 

(His favorite was sticking his tongue in your wet cunt, to prod at the soft walls with the tip, and to lap and suck at the clit until you're begging for the stretch of his fat cock.)

The break up was understandable. When you'd greeted him in the café as if you'd spent the entire time you were apart crying, Atsumu knew it was over. 

You just repeated what you'd always said. It's okay to be vulnerable. If he needs some time to work out the right words then you'd always wait because I love you, 'Tsumu. 

(But there was that feeling again. Like he could die on the spot if you would so much as leave his sight.)

(Ending it was the only way out. When poison seeps itself into the bloodstream, you're left with no choice but to cut off a part of you.)

Unlike others, he can say that it was a clean parting. You wanted something and he was bad at it. And because he hated fucking up, Atsumu decided to leave. Easy. 

Really, the only people who didn't understand were his teammates.

"That's strange," Hinata spat, rice bursting to his chin when he suddenly faced Atsumu. "I don't think I've seen her for weeks now."

He could hear barely suppressed groans  behind him, no doubt from Bokuto and the others, before their spiker blurted out a confused, "What?"

Because, of course, Hinata could only mean one "her.” (There had only ever been one that Atsumu Miya allowed inside the team's gymnasium; inside his circle of friends; inside his life.)

Apparently, except for Hinata Shoyo, everyone had caught on that the both of you had thrown in the towel, so to speak. (And here they thought the guy's finally in it for real.)

"Nah, it's fine," Atsumu smirked, addressing it to everyone gathered around Samu's onigiri stand.  

"We broke up." 

He clicked his tongue. "It's not like there ain't no other fish in the sea."

The remark, casually said in between sips of cold coffee, was met with a gaping silence. 

That turned out to be right, like everything else that he'd predicted. 

A hole is a hole is a hole is a hole. No disrespect meant to you. But before you there had been many others who'd helped warm his bed. It just so happened that you got to stay for far longer. 

(Because waking up next to you meant waking up to that dreamy look, as if whoever's in charge up there has finally given you everything you've ever wanted.)

(And when he greets you with a hoarse good morning you say it back with eyes that tell him he's worth it, simply for being there.)

Anyway, going back to that old routine hadn't been difficult. 

(Except when he finally does it with someone new, for some reason he keeps searching for a different touch, expecting that endearing combination of inexperience and enthusiasm.)

(And when they cum he can't help but put a hand on their mouth, around their throat, because he's hearing the wrong voice, seeing the wrong face.) 

It's obvious, looking at him. Everyone can see that life's going pretty well for Atsumu. He can only hope that the same goes for you.

"You're miserable."

Peeling your attention away from the mother braiding her young daughter's hair, you hurriedly brought it back to the two women sitting in front of you.

"See?" Aya swung her hand in your direction. "Not even listening."

"No, no," you giggled sheepishly. Kaori was already pursing her lips.

"No, seriously. I am."

You sat upright, setting the chopsticks on your bento box. 

"Then what was it she said?" Kaori pressed. She folded her arms and you knew you were in trouble. 

"Uh..huh." You nodded. "Right. So. Um...."

"You didn't catch it," said Kaori.

"I didn't catch it," you winced.

Both girls sighed. 

The first three buttons of their blouses were open, the heat of the afternoon getting to them. And as they leaned back against the wooden bench, you had a feeling that they were about to give you the Conversation that's been waiting to happen for two long months.

That's why you'd decided to start it before they could. Just so it won't linger anymore painfully so.

“I know what you're going to say."

They only raised their brows, a mere "okay, go on" than an actual expression of surprise. 

"I've been sad. I haven't been..fine. That is true," you inhaled, preparing yourself for the agonizing part. Then, you released your breath.

"Ever since..'Tsu-" you gulped. "Ever since breaking up with Atsumu I haven't been feeling like myself but nowadays I'm getting back on my feet and I'm still working see so really there's no need to worry okay? Okay."

Aya grinned, but it didn't hold her usual devil-may-care humor to it. 

"You say that," she started, "but we’ll probably always be if you keep at that- at that⁠—"

"You're rarely in the moment," Kaori supplied, to which Aya replied with a harsh thank you. "You're distracted. And we know you're trying your best to be okay on your own. We've given you space, but remember that you have us."

Something was lodged in your chest and you found it hard to breathe. You'd missed them. You hadn't realized it, but you missed your friends. 

So much.

"Thank you," you whispered, forcing back  tears. "I- I wouldn't know what to do if it not for you two-"

"Hold it." Aya raised a palm. "Before you get corny again. Can I just say, I know he's your first dick-"

"Aya," Kaori murmured.

"And we all know it was good-"

"Aya," you hissed.

Your face burned as you searched from left to right, making sure no innocent being heard her.

"But can I just say," she slapped a palm on the surface of the table. "I don't care what you or the TV or his fans say about him! But the man's a walking red flag since day one!"

Kaori rolled her eyes. And despite yourself you couldn't keep a chuckle from bubbling. 

"Here we go again."

Aya almost rose from her seat. "When he sent that poor dude from accounting to the ER for just, I don't know, breathing your way, I knew something was up!"

You felt your smile die. 

That had been the first time it happened. You'd asked him what's wrong, after you'd rushed to the hospital, and all he gave you was silence. A whole day of it. He hadn't spoken a word about it, only that he'd warned you not to talk to that bastard again, or else.

(You'd learned, much, much later, that he doesn't do well with people that annoy him. That's what he said. You wanted to know more, but he suddenly decided that he had to make it up to you between the sheets.)

Kaori touched your hand. "Talk to us," she whispered.

You hummed as you shook your head. "I just remembered him," you said, only half of the truth.

If they knew it, they didn't let on. But Aya did say, "Tell you what. Company outing's upon us. So you know what that means?"

"Oh, I don't know," you mumbled apologetically. "I might sit this one out."

"No," Kaori gritted. 

Aya held your face with both hands as she  stared you down.

"You will buy yourself a new swimsuit. You will enjoy that cheap beach resort." 

The heaviness was lifting, bit by bit, as you felt your stomach ache with laughter. And with each silly word uttered by your friends, you could almost see the gray clouds overhead disappearing. Even for a little while.

"And you, you beautiful person you," Aya beamed. "Will finally, finally get laid."

Having best friends who are dead set on helping you get over an ex is a fearsome thing to behold, indeed. 

You couldn't even get a word in edgewise as they took you in a whirlwind of spas, salons, mani-pedis, and shopping bags. 

"Calm down. You rarely spend for yourself," Kaori told you when she'd caught you peeking forlornly at the frightening bill you'd amassed. 

But, try as you might to miss owning a fat wallet, you couldn't deny that you have no regrets wasting your money away. Not even for a single cent. Because you did feel amazing.

And when the day arrived, you couldn't help at the giddiness of having compliment after compliment thrown your way. 

"Is that really you?" said a co-worker when you'd boarded the bus. "You're glowing!"

During the games, as well, you'd often hear "Love the new look!" and "Have I ever told you before that you're so pretty? Because you are." And you'd preen with a soft-spoken thank you, having been taught by Kaori that denying a compliment makes one look stupid.  

It was so silly, honestly. Though not the part where, after a lovely comment, you'd be emboldened to strike an actual conversation. Learning that a coworker has a new baby now, or that so and so has recently moved up the corporate ladder; learning that, during your period of grief and self-pity (and even during the blissful time you’d spent with Atsumu), there were so many things you hadn't noticed.

You basked in it: the shower of pleasantries and anecdotes that had you feeling soft and fuzzy inside. The same way you lazed on the sandbar, clutching tiny conch shells in your hand, as you watched the sun tinge the sparkling waves with warm light.   

"Hey."

You jolted, turning towards the person who'd called your name. It was him. "Poor dude from accounting" as Aya dubbed him.

"Sano-san," you gasped, reaching for the towel beside you to cover up. "How- how are you?" 

Of all the people in your office, he was the last one you wanted to see. Solely for the reason that things have been awkward between you ever since that incident. A working relationship characterized by the literal turning of the other cheek whenever you two bumped into each other.

"Oh, pardon me," he scratched the back of his head. "Do you..want me to go?"

Yes. 

"No..!" you blurted out. "I think-"

The sun was almost setting. You wrapped the towel around you as you took in the balmy sea breeze. 

"I think I'm done hiding," you whispered, meeting his gaze for the first time in a long while, head on and baring the tiniest hint of shame, like how you did with your friends and other coworkers.

He didn't say anything, allowing you to continue. "I- It's nice. Talking to people again," you giggled. "Look, Sano-san. About before, I'm really sor-"

"Actually," he smiled. "That's why I'm here. Well, my partner pushed me but-"

You grinned at the blush that rose to his cheeks. 

"But I wanted to tell you: No hard feelings."

Sano-san extended a hand. You stared at it for a few seconds. His hand, then his face. Back to his hand, then his face again. And when you'd finally accepted it, it felt like witnessing the cage that’s imprisoned you for centuries finally open.

"By the way," he added, walking back towards an obviously amused fianceé. "It's a good look on you, being happy."

Atsumu entertained the possibility that maybe— just maybe, not everything was  fine the night the Jackals went home after an overseas tournament.

As soon as the plane landed on Japanese soil, the hunger he felt throughout the journey morphed into some kind of  anticipation, palpable through the thrill that electrified him into wakefulness. He might have left in a hurry, only half of his mind present when the Coach ordered for a short meeting. 

His foot tapped endlessly on the way⁠— while in the car; during the tedious elevator ride⁠— and when he'd finally entered his pad, slamming the door open with much eagerness than usual, Atsumu felt his heart plummet down his stomach when he was welcomed by a dark and empty hallway. 

You're not here. Not anymore.

Hasn't it been almost half a year now? Why did he expect you, face brightened by a grin that went from ear to ear, to materialize in front of him, with the smell of something delicious wafting from the kitchen? As if a magician with a hat trick.   

("Welcome back!" he was aching to hear.)

(You always insisted on eating with him when he got home; sometimes opting to just stay by his side⁠— munching on a midnight snack while you babbled on, if he arrived later than usual and you'd already had dinner.)

("It's lonely having a meal on your own," you explained. "Don't you think food tastes better if you have someone with you?")

Perhaps it was the jet lag. Or, it could be that the abrupt change in time zones was starting to mess with his head. Either way, Atsumu was sure that sleep would eventually cure him of the momentary delirium. 

But then he woke up the next day feeling like someone had pissed in his morning drink. The day after that, too. Even the next had been the same, persisting onto the following weeks. 

Until one game, after a winning streak that had the crowd chanting their names and with blood still roaring in his veins, he condescended to survey the numerous people occupying the bleachers. 

And when he couldn't find one⁠— one person that had always stood out to him despite being constantly drowned in an ocean of spectators— it was only then that Atsumu Miya decided that enough was enough. 

You hadn't really agreed with Aya when she told you that you'd be getting "laid" during this short vacation. 

Reason number one: it's a company outing. And you're sure you'd be breaking some protocols by fooling around with any of your coworkers. Reason Two: as you'd sagely imparted to a miffed Aya, "I don't think it's nice to cure a broken heart with sex; strings attached or no."

That being said, the lingerie she'd chosen for you did flatter your figure. It didn't matter that "no one would see it," as Aya grumbled. It was enough for you that you yourself saw it, you thought as you stood in front of the bathroom mirror. 

The way it was tailored made it seem like it was made just for your body. The details of lace also made it look so pretty that you felt kind of sad that you'd have to cover it up with a summer dress soon. 

Nevertheless, you allowed yourself to strike a few poses in front of the mirror; feeling like a teenager on their first date as you admired how you looked in it. 

You smiled to yourself, humming a tune, before you opened your makeup kit and prepared the necessities you'd be bringing for the bonfire dinner. 

"Wipes: check," you murmured, rummaging through your bag. "Hygiene stuff. Where are you hygiene stuff, hygiene stu⁠—"

You froze.

Something rustled. Outside. As if something had moved. 

Putting a robe back on, your heart thundered against your chest as you stepped out of the bathroom and into the dimly lit sleeping area, illuminated only by a small reading lamp.

"Be careful there, girlie," the old caretaker warned as she guided you to this room. "Lots of mean spirits lurking about."

You didn't believe in ghosts. For some reason, however, your coworkers did. So you'd taken it to yourself to move here after a room assignment mishap, leaving Aya and Kaori behind. 

It didn't seem like the cursed chamber that she purported to be. Sure, it was isolated at the furthest wing of the beach house, away from the other rooms and separated by a too dark hallway. But that had been the creepiest thing about it. Besides, you heard from logistics that renting the house didn't cost much, despite its size, so maybe it's just that they lacked the resources to renovate. 

The floorboards creaked beneath you. "Aya? Aya, I know it's you," you called out as you squinted, catching a faint silhouette reclined at the corner of the bed. 

It was too large to be Aya, but you chalked that up to the shadows playing with your eyes. You puffed out a chortle, resting a hand on your hips when she finally stood.   

"Very funny, Aya," you snorted when she sauntered towards you. "Just you wait until Kaori hears about.…" you trailed off.

"......this."

You drew in a breath as she moved closer, revealing a build that was much taller, towering almost in the small room, shoulders that are way broader than the ones your friend has, and a face that clearly wasn't Aya's.

"Evenin'," Atsumu yawned. 

Your legs refused to listen to you.

"Been a minute, hadn't it, darlin'?"

You don't know why he's here. 

And even if you wanted to ask, you find that no sound could escape from your mouth when you tried to open it.

You do know this, as he gave you a lopsided grin that used to have you eating at the palm of his hand, along with a lazy gaze that was belied by a bird-like focus:

That although he told you that all he wants is a little chat, you knew that he didn't come here just for that.

You ran.

Atsumu had been the worst boyfriend.

He's aware of it now, realized it fully when he knocked on Samu's door, shit-faced, and it only took a single look and a consoling arm from his brother to break Atsumu into tears and snot, as well as Samu's voice telling him, "Yer a big baby. Ya need her, dontcha?"

That's why he followed you here, figuring that you'd love a thoughtful surprise. Because you always have. He didn't expect you'd take to it kindly, of course, not right away. But he also didn't expect that you would be doing the surprising.

You were talking to that man when he arrived. 

Didn't he tell you not to?

His intentions still haven't changed. He's here to bring you back, but before anything else Atsumu's sure it's only normal that you guys clear things up first. 

And if you're going to do that, he can't have you running away now, can't he?

Grabbing you by the waist, Atsumu's palm tingled at the feel of your body, pulling you closer to him as he pinned you to the wall and stifled your shrieks with his hand.

"Everybody's gone, angel," he whispered, losing himself in your skin, though covered in silk; lips and fingers roaming every which way because finally, finally, fuckin' finally you're here and you're real.

"Just wanna talk." He stroked the curve of your ass, middle finger tracing the lining of the crack. "Ain't this what'ya always wanted? S'let's talk," he murmured against your collarbone.

You were already crying, shaky hands weakly grasping his back and tears wetting even his cheeks. Atsumu couldn't help but smile. You'd always been a crier. It's one of the many things he loves about you. Always so honest with your emotions.

"I missed ya," Atsumu groaned as he grinded his cock against your pussy, feeling it harden when he mouthed your tits.

There was something peeking out of your robe, he noticed as it became more rumpled. 

"D-don't," you breathed, your attempt to swat his hands away thwarted when he seized your wrist.

It was lace. The color pulling the eye to your body like a siren's song. And when he stripped the robe off of you, silk swishing down your elbows, Atsumu saw that it was a piece of lingerie. One that he hasn't seen before.

Because he didn't buy this one. It wasn't from him. You weren't the type to get one yourself. 

Until now.

"This for him?" he murmured, pressing a kiss against your pulse, beating like a drum against his lips. 

"Wh-who?" you whimpered.

"The ugly piece of shit. Saw you guys gettin' chummy earlier."

He was close, too close to you, back at the beach. You smiled at him, laughed and showed him what he isn't supposed to see. And when he touched you— when the fucker touched you, Atsumu wanted blood on his hands.

"Yer gonna fuck the guy whose face I busted?" 

You squeaked as he dug his blunt nails against your wrist. Atsumu licked the red impressions they made.

"And what- what about it?" Your voice was so brittle and small. God, he just wanted to hold you. "It's none of your business, who I spend my time with. And don't- don't tell me you're jealous because-"

He chuckled, the sound of it making you shrink back into the wall. "Jealous? Doll, ya wouldn't wanna know what I'm feelin right now. But, sure." Atsumu lightly nipped at the tips of your fingers. 

"'Course I'm jealous," he rasped. "You're mine."

Then, Atsumu looked at you. And what he saw in your eyes made him stumble that when you shoved him away, all he could do was stand and stare.

"I'm not your thing, Atsumu," you cried. A light-year difference from the girl who'd always stare at him so tenderly. "I never was and I never will be. I'm not yours."

You didn't run this time. You should've. 

Atsumu clenched his jaw. "Like hell ya ain't," he snarled.

People say that breakups are a messy business. Atsumu was so sure he wouldn't have to endure that, before he met you.  Now that he's had the experience, though, Atsumu can say with confidence that breakups are, in fact, a goddamn mess.

But you're over that now. It's time to turn over a new leaf and return to one another. And Atsumu's finding out, in the process, that making up can be astonishingly reminiscent of the breakup.

You started crying when you woke up, screaming for help as you tried to budge the rope that was tying your hands to your knees. You got louder when you found out that you were naked and not in the rickety confines of the beach house. 

"Welcome home, baby," he beamed, eying you from between your legs. 

The begging started when you realized how drenched your little pussy was, his tongue lapping and slathering the cum dripping from your twitching hole, against  your swollen folds; his calloused thumb massaging deep circles on your clit. 

And when he stuck another inside your puckered asshole, you writhed out of your binds and squealed, "T-tsumu-kun…!"

Fuck. 

"Babydoll," he growled. "Daddy's gotcha, daddy's gonna treat ya so fuckin' good."

He slapped your damp cunt with his long fingers, thrusting them inside to rub and feel at your walls, at the bump that never failed to make you screech. "Daddy's been mean hasn't he? Hm? Been a bad daddy to ya, baby?"

You could only gasp out wordlessly as he slurped the juices off your clit, not stopping until you were gushing, sloppy cum drizzling on the bedsheet, every muscle in spasms, incapable of even stretching out your legs although Atsumu knew you wanted to, you really wanted to so fuckin' bad, resorting to curling your toes instead. 

"E-enough, please, please, stop!"

How adorable, Atsumu thought. "My little slut," he cooed, tapping the tip of his hard cock on your pussy. "My good 'lil fucktoy."

He relished it, wanting to draw this on forever, so he slides it against your folds, pussy lips wrapping the meat of his cock, gyrating his hips back and forth, as if he were fucking you, and grabbing your tits to play with your nipples. 

"Atta girl," he laughed, licking his teeth when he finally sunk inside your tight cunt, pushing you so far down into the mattress until his chest was rubbing against your tits, your feet dangling against his shoulders.

"I don't-I don't want this, 'Tsumu," you sobbed. "Don't want this!"

Oh, of course you don't. Atsumu knows you don't. He'd fucked you against your will, after all. 

But you were taking him so well, darlin'. Your walls were hugging his cock so fuckin' nicely that he couldn't help but shove deeper inside you, craving for the way your pussy twitched rapidly around him. 

If you weren't bound, he's also sure that you'd be pushing his hips away. But that's not what's getting to him. Because as he pistoned his cock into you, heavy balls slapping against your ass, you instantly turned your face away.

Did you know that you were breaking his heart? Shattering it to pieces, when you close your eyes like doors, locking them to prevent him from ever reaching you again. 

So he gripped your chin. Forced you to meet his eyes as you wept and shook your head. 

"Am gonna be better, baby," he groaned.  "No more keeping things from ya. None of that bullshit, now."

Atsumu shivered as you came around him, convulsing under him and strained voice still begging him to stop. Because he wasn't. He would never stop. Not when it comes to you. 

"Am all yours, angel. All yours." He pounded your fucked out cunt, chasing his own high as he kneaded your tits. 

A tear fell from your eyelids. And when he kissed you, it felt like everything in his life shifted back in its rightful place. "You can have it all," he sighed, cupping your cheek.

"So give me all of you now," Atsumu pleaded. "Come back to me."

#tw noncon #tw non con haikyuu #yandere atsumu #atsumu x reader #atsumu miya x female reader #dark content haikyuu #prompt

[waka-chan-out]

may i request shower sex with sakusa? ive been living with this thought in my brain for so long

Shower Sex

sakusa kiyoomi x fem!reader

i swear every request gets better. thank you for this one, anon! it was fun to write.

disclaimer: in a realistic shower sex scenarios you’d need a whole lot of lube and have a hard time not slipping. that being said, this is fanfiction and i have spared you all from th technicalities :)

post-timeskip, obviously.

word count: 1.6k

content warning: established relationship, shower sex (obviously), unprotected sex, brief oral (m. receiving), mentions of masturbation

It had been two days since you found out Kiyoomi was holding out on you. You were genuinely of the impression that the man didn’t masturbate. It sounded so stupid in your head now. Of course he did. Everyone did. But you had never caught him and never heard him talk about it so it didn’t even cross your mind.

But now you knew that when he was in the shower, he leaned his arm against the wall and thought of you. That image would be burned into your brain forever.

So you sat squirming on your comforter, hearing the running shower as he prepared to come to bed, and all you could think about was him pumping into his hand and biting back noise. You weren’t supposed to be home this early and he knew that. Maybe he was innocently showering, passing the time until you came home, but the thought that he wasn’t was eating away at your brain.

Fuck it.

He left the shower door unlocked. He always did. He didn’t have anything to hide, but you had never taken advantage of it beyond brushing your teeth.

“Babe?” he called, voice muffled by the running water. Fuck. His voice sounded strained.

You pulled back the curtain and stepped into the shower.

“What the fuck are you doing?” Kiyoomi said, voice faltering in an incredulous laugh. A concerned expression settled onto his face, but you couldn’t take him seriously with the grin still sitting on his lips. He stared in disbelief as your clothes were quickly soaked through. You smiled at him.

“Hi,” you said.

“Hi. I didn’t know you were home.” The water ran over you as you stared at each other. He held his arms close to himself, curls flattened against his head and dripping. Glancing down, you could tell your thoughts earlier weren’t unwarranted.

“I was thinking about you at work all day.”

“Okay?”

“Omi. Do you understand? I was thinking about you,” you said. You broke eye contact and ran a hand down his slick chest. You trailed down until you reached his pelvis, sliding your fingers over to his hip instead. His stomach sucked in involuntarily, twitching under your touch.

“What were you thinking about?” he asked. His voice was fairly steady but his furrowed eyebrows gave him away.

“I was jealous,” you said, sliding a thumb over his hip bone. He swallowed hard.

“Of what?”

“Your hand.”

“Shit.” Kiyoomi leaned against the wall and groaned. “I regret telling you about that.”

You grinned up at him.

“I don’t,” you said. You let your hand continue traveling along his slick skin until you wrapped a hand around him. His eyes fluttered shut and he exhaled heavily. You just barely moved your hand, touch light and teasing. “Why do you keep this to yourself, Omi?”

“I don’t—” he breathed, gaze returning to your face. “God, you’re soaked.”

“Don’t change the subject.”

“You’re gonna freeze.”

“Then warm me up.” You pushed into him and kissed him hard, laughing to yourself as his hands gently settled on your shoulders. He leaned back and brought you both fully into the stream of water.

It was hard to kiss while being bombarded by heat and inhaling steam, but you both made do. He licked gently into your mouth, still seeming to hesitate even with your enthusiasm. You pressed kisses along his jaw, rivulets of water passing from his body to yours. He let out a shallow breath and tangled a hand into the fabric of your shirt.

“Take these off or you’re going to get sick,” he mumbled. You nipped at his ear and smiled against his skin.

“Fine,” you said. You pushed down your work slacks and kicked them to the side of the tub. He looked a little surprised at your eagerness, but the look of shock on his face grew as you dropped to your knees.

“Wait, I -- oh, fuck.” He sighed as your lips wrapped around him, one hand bracing against the wall and the other settling on top of your hair. You took him into your mouth. It was a little hard to breathe as water ran over your face, but you ignored the feeling. You continued following his instructions as he hit the back of your throat, quickly unbuttoning your shirt and unhooking your bra.

“Jesus,” Kiyoomi muttered, staring down at you. You continued moving up and down his length, adding pressure with your tongue as you went. You looked up as you buried him in your mouth once more. His eyes grew wide as they met yours, and you saw his eyebrows furrow.

“Shit,” he said viciously, tugging on your hair a bit. “Get back up here.” You released him and grinned as you stood. Your face was slick with water and saliva, and his eyes darkened as you wiped at it. “Turn around,” he said. You complied happily, relishing in the way his hands gripped you. One grasped at your hip, the other pushed at the back of your neck so you were pressed against the shower wall. You laughed lightly as you felt him pressing between your legs.

“Hold on, Omi,” you said. He relaxed his grip.

“Are you alright?” he asked. You grabbed onto the shower rod with one hand and used a foot to move your clothes under your feet.

“I’m fine. Just needed to readjust a little.” You turned your head to the other side and tightened your grip. “Now fuck me already.”

“Jesus.” It sounded like he used all the breath in his lungs to gasp out that one word. He grabbed one of your legs and moved it so it was propped up on the lip of the tub. He used the other hand to line himself up with you, then grasped the shower rod right next to your hand. Without much hesitation, he thrust his hips forward, making a strained noise as he buried himself fully in you. You pressed your forehead against the wall and groaned.

“Fuck, you feel good,” he grumbled, slowly starting to grind into you.

“Better than your hand?” you teased. You were breathless and a little cold, but you couldn’t help teasing him. He let out a haggard laugh.

“Shut up.” You could hear the smile in his voice even as he began moving faster, pushing you harder against the linoleum wall. He had never taken you standing before, wanting to keep you comfortable, but something about the way your legs ached and he desperately gripped both you and the shower made your brain go fuzzy.

His pace picked up and he grabbed your jaw in his hand, forcing your back to arch as he pulled you against him. He was breathing directly in your ear, sending shivers down your shoulders as an aching heat began blooming below your stomach.

“Fuck, Omi,” you whined, reaching your free hand back to bury in his hair. This seemed to spur him on. His hips somehow moved even faster and the fingers that gripped your jaw slid up and into your mouth, focusing it to hang open. His other hand lifted away from the shower rod, skimming down your body and stopping between your legs. He began circling your clit with two quick fingers. You let out a gasp as he forced you to climb faster.

“Come with me,” he groaned against your ear. You nodded eagerly, mouth lax around his fingers. His breathing began ending in curses, huffing against the back of your neck. You shivered and your hand tightened in his hair.

“Oh fuck,” Kiyoomi grumbled. Your grip in his curls seemed to be the last straw for him. Your breathing came in gasps as his arms locked around you. His hips stuttered out of time and his voice came out in loud swearing. His hand continued moving on your clit, sending you over the edge close behind him. You both froze against each other for a moment, suspended in time as your eyes locked shut and you rode out your highs.

Kiyoomi’s face fell against your shoulder as he loosened his grip on you. You could feel him start to laugh through his panting. You gasped as he pulled out of you, then smiled. As your head cleared, you noticed you were both shaking.

“Oh, fuck,” you said. You turned around, holding a hand up into the stream of water.

“I blame you,” he said, pressing a kiss against your forehead. He shivered and wrapped his arms around you, trying and failing to rub warmth back into your body. “Now we have to take a cold shower.”

“We?” you laughed. He hooked his chin over your shoulder and held you tightly.

“I’m not letting you out until we’re both clean.”

“Omi, we’re gonna freeze to death!”

“Should’ve thought about that before you interrupted my shower.”

You hit his arm playfully.

“Really, you are welcome to do that again,” he said. He pulled away from you and grinned, planting a quick kiss on your lips. “Just, warn me first so I can save you some hot water.”

#haikyuu smut #haikyuu x reader #sakusa x you #sakusa x y/n #sakusa smut #sakusa x reader #sakusa kiyoomi smut #sakusa kiyoomi x reader #kiyoomi smut

[vinyleee]

Kisaki (25) x Reader (18+)

tw: death, guns, blood

☆*:.｡. o

you held your breath as you stood between the two burly men that escorted you in the cramped elevator. the light was dim, even so it produced a glare against the scuffed metal. flashes of vibrant lights shown in the windows from the city, green and purple scattered against the thin surface of your red dress. he had requested you wear it tonight, for it was ‘a special occasion’

“damn how much longer is this lift going to take,” one of the guards grunted out looking at the key panel as he fiddled with his gun. he traced the tip of his index finger over the sights, as if preparing himself to aim at someone.

“heh, might take a half hour more for all we know… boss ordered us to take her all the way to the penthouse so it’s not like we can just get off on the next floor.” The other guard replied rolling his shoulders back, fixing his posture.

you released your breath and looked at the guard to your right, still fixed on his gun. you studied the features of his face as he lifted the gun up to look through the sights.

“hmm what’s wrong miss.. heh.. do you want to play?” he chortled when he noticed you staring. ‘here, don’t be shy.’

he placed one large hand on the small of your back, causing you to shiver. “don’t worry im friendly…”he grinned when you put a hand out to stop him from getting to close. he saw it as an opening, he placed the pistol he had been studying in your hand.

the weight of the gun shocked you, but it felt… almost comfortable. as you wrapped your fingers around the handle the gripping rubbed against your skin. it felt natural to you.

you twisted your wrist left and right to see the different angles of the pistol. nothing was rather interesting about the pistol except for a few tally marks, you guess to mark how many victims it had killed.

“hey now what are you doing giving that to her?”the other man bit out as you raised the gun up to see yourself just what the other guard found so enticing about the gun.

“oh come on were just having fun! right little lady?”,the one who handed you the gun chuckled.

you ignored him and looked up to the ceiling, your eyes moving across the space between the dying fluorescent lights. trying to spot a camera or a microphone somewhere you stood up on the tips of your toes and traced your fingers directly above you were standing. there was a slight convex in the metal that you skimmed the tips of your fingers over.

he was watching.

you felt reassured as you brought your hand back down to your side. “here, Ive had enough fun.” you sigh handing the man his gun back.

“oh silly you.. I’m not,” he put the gun back in its holster and placed his hands on your waist. he brought you into his chest and put his nose to the top of your head, breathing in your scent.

“ugh as soon as I take over this place and kill boss, you’re gonna be mine baby…”he said tracing one hand up your exposed back, from the opening of the dress.

“what are you saying?” the other guard said as he pried his partners hands off you. “you’ve lost it haven’t you? do you know who he is? he isn’t just some wanna be gangster… he’s kisaki.”

‘kisaki.’ the word rang through your ears, and left a warmth in your cheeks as if he had just caressed your face. kisaki, your kisaki.

you relaxed instantly at the sound of his name. ‘ah let him do as he pleases.’ you raise a hand up stopping the guards from a fight that neither of them would come back from.

just then the elevator chimes. “for fucks sake about time.”

you let out an exasperated sigh as you stepped out of the elevator. behind you the two men silently cursed at each other as the followed after you.

“stay by my side”, the guard set on stealing your heart said lightly wrapping his arm around your shoulders and pulling out his gun once more, except this time ready to pull the trigger on anyone who threatened your safety.

the other, more collected, guard walked a few steps in front of you with his gun trained in front of him. he looked down the turns and twists of the hallways that lead to different rooms of kisakis building. he kept his back close to the wall and stuck out his gun first then his head peaked out ever so slightly around the corner.

at the end of the hall you could make out shadows of men pacing back in forth through a crack in the door. suddenly the air around you felt static, why would kisaki call you to his penthouse and have two… very unqualified guards escort you.

your head started to throb as you searched for an answer. each scenario you played out in your head led to someone dying. that was the best case. you didn’t want to think of worse ones, so you stopped to take a deep breath.

‘nothing is going to happen’ you reassured yourself. kisaki would protect you. there was nothing to fear.

as you neared the door to kisakis pent house you heard someone murmur a few distasteful things about you.

“why do you keep that bitch around, she does nothing but distract you boss. your priorities aren’t straight anymore…”

“hmm so that’s how you truly feel,” you heard kisaki laugh.

as you approached the door you pictured the expression kisaki was making as kisaki laughed. his face was probably flushed with excitement, and his eyes were probably just as piercing as ever.

you felt your breath hitch as you thought of his eyes. the way they could make you fear for your life in an instant, turned you on.

closing your eyes yet again, you imagined kisaki restraining your hands above your head and staring you down with those eyes. you imagined him pressing his knee into your dripping pussy and forcing you against the wall.

“ehem”, the guard who had been swatting through turns of each hallway cleared his throat, trying to get your attention.

“hm what is it”, you turned around to face him after he whisked you away from your fantasy.

“we should go inside now before kisaki gets upset that we took so long…” the corners of his eyes squinted as he winced, imagining what would happen to him if he didn’t follow kisakis orders.

“ok then, shall we?” you straighten your shoulders and fix your hair before gently pushing the thick double doors open.

“boss I just think you should…never mind, if you’ll excuse me.” the man who spoke ill of you muttered stepping to the right to avoid coming into contact with the opening doors.

as the doors swung open and the two guards walked into the penthouse you took in as much of the room as possible.

the entire penthouse was made up of windows. lights from the city flooded in making the use of no lights seem rather understandable. kisaki leaned against a mahogany desk directly across from you. his arms folded over his pinstripe vest, his sleeves rolled up exposing the veins from his hands to his forearms. the purple and green lights that had danced across your dress in the elevator now illuminated kisakis figure.

“no,” kisaki gritted through his teeth at the man who wanted so desperately to leave after bad mouthing you. “you stay, and you my darling come here” he raised one finger up and curled it back, beckoning you.

you let out a shaky breath as you stepped forward, your hands bunching up pieces of the red dress he had requested.

“ah why so nervous sweetheart?” kisaki mocked taking long steps toward you, “you look perfect in that dress I ordered for you. as I knew you would.”

“thank you…” you said in a hushed voice, avoiding his eyes.

in a half of a second his hand was on your jaw, pulling your face towards his, “look at me when you speak to me, bitch”

you let out a surprised whimper at his sudden aggressiveness, your face flushed with heat. your head started to spin with anticipation. kisakis lips were inching closer to yours. his breath warm against your mouth.

he licked his lips and smiled as he pulled away, “ah ah ah, not just yet sweetheart we have some business to take care of.”

you shook your head and turned around to see the expressions of the ‘business’. you had known what was going to happen. you turned back around to face kisaki yet again.

he was now sitting on the desk with his legs spread and a mocking smile plastered on his face, “won’t you come sit” he patted his leg.

as you approached him you heart raced, his touch would turn you into a thoughtless animal searching for the pleasure that only he could deliver.

“good girl”, he murmured into your ear, nibbling on it a bit, when you placed yourself into his lap.

you wrapped an arm over his shoulders and placed your other hand on his chest. you ran your hands over the cloth of his vest, eventually you tugged on his tie a bit, begging him silently.

he slid his perfect hands around your waist and pulled you in closer to him. the scent of sage and liquor wafted into your nose as you put your face in the crook of his neck. he was so intoxicating.

“mmm you’re just so impatient tonight hmm” he said tracing a hand up your thigh and under you dress slipping two fingers into your panties.

“boss.” one of the guards whispered, “can we leave?”he rocked back and forth on his heels uncomfortably waiting for a response.

kisaki brought his eyes up to the men and sighed, “cant you see im busy, now be patient and wait for your orders until then.. keep your mouths shut.”

you let out a breath as he turned his attention back to you, biting your collarbone. “ah fuck,” he breathed into your neck. “i just can’t wait to be inside you.” he lifted his head and grinned at you.

you bit your lip as he placed two fingers against your dripping cunt. he rubbed soft, gentle circles into your pussy. your body twitched under his touch, your head felt light and you could feel the heat starting to rise up.

he slid his other hand from your waist directly up to the small of your back while pushing two fingers inside you. he chuckled as he felt you wrap around him in excitement. “oh you want me so bad don’t you slut?” he pushed his fingers deeper inside you. “say it and maybe I’ll give you what you want so bad”

“kisaki I want you… I want you so bad, please.” you whined out gripping his tie tightly.

“aren’t you ashamed, begging for me to fuck you in front of three strangers? mm not so lady like of you.” he said, abruptly pulling his fingers out of you and licking them.

“my apologies gentleman we should get back to business.” he lifted you off of him and placed you on the desk as he stood up. he took his time walking around to reach into a drawer, in which he pulled out a glock.

“kisaki…what’re you doing?” you asked trying to collect yourself after kisaki toyed with you.

“ah don’t worry princess just look at me, ok?” he stepped beside you grabbing your hand and training the gun to the man who had come onto you in the elevator.

“you shouldn’t have underestimated me, I have eyes and ears everywhere. I know what you did to her. offering a women a gun, have you no sense?” kisaki smiled pulling the trigger before the guard could answer in his defense.

you kept your eyes on kisaki even when you heard the guards body thump as he hit the floor. even when you knew the pool of blood that seeped from his corpse would spread out to the furniture. even still, you’re eyes never looked away from kisaki.

you squeezed your legs together when you saw kisakis smile grow and his eyes squint. the light shining in through the windows made him stand out against the darkness of the room. on your own face the light scattered onto you as well.

“now who’s next? hmm?” he chuckled moving his gun back and forth between the last two men. “you, the one bad mouthing my property, and questioning my priorities. you really are so stupid.” again he pulled the trigger. and still you kept your eyes on him. you felt heat rising up in your chest as you watched his smile grow with every person he killed.

“ah, the last man standing.” kisaki released your hand and stood up. he walked over to the last person he was yet to kill in the room. “you did well today, you followed my orders thoroughly. you can leave now. oh but one more thing, call someone to clean this mess up.” he used his gun to point at the bodies sprawled on the floor.

“y-yes sir” the last man stammered out before speeding out the door.

“finally” kisaki raised his arms up as he turns around to face you. “youve been such a good girl you deserve a reward.”

he came back to the desk where you sat cross legged waiting for him to give you the pleasure he denied you before. putting a finger out he removed a strand of hair from your eyes and put it behind your ear.

“do you know how many people I’ve ordered to kill for me? hmm you don’t think I wouldn’t kill for you? after all the things they did to you? stripping you of your clothes with their eyes. you’re mine, and I’ll kill anyone who doesn’t fucking agree. all mine princess, now I think it’s time for you to show me your appreciation. on your knees slut.”

your mouth watered as you slid down to the floor. kisaki rubbed his cock through his pants waiting for you to do as he ordered. unbuttoning his pants you moved one hand up under his shirt to feel more of him. “im getting impatient,” he whispered gripping some of your hair and pushing your face down onto his cock.

you licked circles around his tip and up his shaft, causing him to grunt and pull your hair roughly. you brought your hands up to stroke him as you sucked.

the air was filled with the sound of slurping and choking. you felt him deep in your throat, making you want more.

you’re head bobbed up and down as you picked up speed sucking and licking all around his cock. “ah fuck, just like that” he groaned out throwing his head back with pleasure. your hands came down to your pussy to touch yourself as you pleasured him. the more of a reaction you got from him the worse you needed him.

he pulled you by your hair taking your mouth of off his cock. “did I give you permission to touch yourself?” he leaned down grinning in your face.

“n-no but…” you stammered trying to find the words to say in your fuzzy head.

“then take your hands away from yourself and keep sucking you slut.” he thrusted his cock into your mouth as you brought your hands back up.

you moaned as his dick slid deeper down your throat, you did your best to lick and suck but your movements were getting sluggish from the pleasure.

“cmon,” he whined out thrusting into your mouth, “you can go a little longer. isn’t this what you wanted bitch? or would you rather be riding me right now?”

you looked up at him through watery eyes trying to beg him to give you the pleasure you needed so badly.

he pulled out of your mouth and picked you up laying you down on the table.

“youve done enough, good job princess.” he sighed kissing you lips gently before climbing on top of you. his face hung inches away from yours as he smiled, “since you were so impatient earlier I’ll give you what you want, but I cant promise I’ll be nice.”

he slid the dress of off you from your shoulders, following that he ripped off your panties and bra. he spread open your legs and licked circles around your nipples as he thrust into you.

you moaned out his name in surprise, he wasn’t going to go easy on you. you gripped the sides of the desk as he continuously thrust into your dripping pussy.

suddenly he stopped, taking off his glasses and shoving his tongue down your throat. “you’re insides feel so fucking good” he breathed as your tongues met. he sucked and bit your lip when you released the kiss for a breath, a string of saliva attached your mouths.

“ah ah ah, you don’t get any breaks.” he laughed breathlessly while groping your titties. you let out small whimpers as he slowly started to thrust into you again.

his breathing became erratic and his hands came up to your thighs as he came to his climax. “so fucking close, princess” your insides twitched around him as you neared yours as well.

you felt him twitch inside you as he came, “ah fuck” he whined out, moaning your name.

your hands came up to his face as he thrusted into you slowly, his movements becoming more sluggish. his face was flushed and wet with sweat. the slowness and sweetness of his movements felt even better then when he was going fast.

“ah kisaki…” you released onto his cock as you gripped his tie. he shoved his tongue down your throat yet again not allowing you a break from the pleasure.

“you can hold on a little longer cant you doll.” his warm breath breezed over your face as your eyes teared up once more.

“y-yeah” you gasped trying to catch your breath.

he shoved himself deeper inside you causing your back to arch and you to moan out his name. “god that’s what I wanted to hear, your pretty little voice… now I won’t stop till I have you screaming out my name.”

he placed a hand on your cheek and smiled devilishly, hearing you moan out so desperately gave him his motivation to go rough back.

your mind was flooded with pleasure as kisaki railed into you on the desk. by the end of the night all you knew was the sound of skin clapping against skin and the squelching noises of your fluids mixing with his. all you felt was kisaki inside you, so deep you could feel him in your guts.

you watched his desperate expression as he made you cum over and over again, the smile that stretched across his face every time you moaned out his name and begged him to make you cum. all you wanted was the taste of his mouth in yours. you wanted to feel his tongue in your mouth like two dancers performing a waltz.

you came over and over again to kisaki until you had nothing left. “kisaki… ah… please stop.. I cant cum anymore.”

“oh baby i know you have more in you.” he grinned as he slammed into you faster and whined as the pleasure was getting to be too much for him too.

“ah.. kisaki.. I’m gonna…” before you could get it out kisaki started sucking on your titties as he slowed down the pace.

“i thought you had nothing left.” he laughed when he felt you twitching around him again.

“i didn’t ” you whimpered, hands coming up to his back tugging on the fabric of his vest he didn’t have time to take off.

your body twitched under him as you held onto him, the pleasure wouldnt stop. slowly he pulled his sopping cock out of your twitching pussy and started leaving love bites all over you.

“ahh it still feels…” Kisaki shushed you before you could continue

“just relax,” he said combing his fingers through your hair and sitting you up. “I went to far im sorry. I… I just wanted you to know I’d do anything, for you.”

you relaxed into his arms and closed your eyes. you knew, even if he didn’t kill those men for you, and even if he didn’t pleasure you past your limit. you knew.

“thank you kisaki…”

authors note: this was my first serious ff so im sorry if it ended weird.. I honestly didn’t know what to do. I hoped you enjoyed it either way (^_−)−☆

#fanfic #kisaki x reader #kisaki tetta #overstimmed #tokyo revengers #x reader

[sunshineseung]

Morning Dew // Jeongin

🍄 | genre: smut (18+) ☁️ | pairing: Yang Jeongin x female!reader 🌿 | wc: 1.2k 🌸 | includes: no power dynamic, soft morning sex, unprotected sex, creampie, pet names for dayyys, soft ending, idk it’s just pretty cute :)

☀️ | synopsis: You and Jeongin have been dating for months, and waking up next to him is the best feeling, especially when he wakes up with morning wood.

🌊 | requested: “Hi!!! could you write a fem!reader x jeongin soft morning sex :)) ive been thinking about this for so long imagine waking up to a shirtless jeongin and his voice being all raspy omg 🥵” don’t mind if i do anonnie!

You flick the sand from your eyes as you wake up, finally awake enough to start your day. Your head is pressed into your boyfriend, Jeongin’s chest, your arms around him as his arms are around you. Looking up at his face, he looks so calm and pretty when he’s asleep; You can’t help but peck his cheek with a sweet kiss. His eyes flutter open, a full view of you smiling at him in his vision.

“Good morning, sweetheart. How’d you sleep?” You kiss his cheek again as he struggles to comprehend your question despite its simplicity. You patiently wait for a response as Jeongin stretches his arms out before holding you closer to his body.

“I always sleep well with you. You know that!” You both giggle at his slight raise in tone. The room feels warm with the sunlight creeping in through the blinds. If it hadn’t been for the alarm clock sitting next to you, you’d have no idea what time it was. “I have off today, babe.”

“Oh really?” You raise an eyebrow, meeting your lips with his in a short kiss. “So we can stay in bed as long as we’d like?”

“Of course, baby. I could cuddle with you forever.” You smile and nuzzle into his chest, both of you enjoying the emotional warmth you give to the other. You peck light kisses into his chest, wrapping your legs around him to bring him closer.

“Oh my god, I forgot we were naked.” You feel his dick right below your thigh, totally forgetting the events of last night until right now. The temptation to rub against him is strong, but you refrain for now. Jeongin just laughs at your shocked expression, kissing your forehead.

“I didn’t want to say anything but,” Jeongin sighs, unsure how exactly to express how much he wants you, “I might need a little help down there.”

Jeongin almost always wakes up with morning wood, so this was no surprise to either of you. The only thing holding you back was how sore you still were from working all week and the rough night prior. You didn’t want to move your body at all, but you also wanted to make Jeongin happy.

You move your legs off of Jeongin to get a view of his cock, not fully hard but definitely getting there. Your hand inches down his chest to his length, teasing him as you take the base of his shaft into your hand. Your wrist flicks your hand up and down his dick as Jeongin lets out labored sighs and quiet groans.

In no time, Jeongin’s hard as a rock, thrusting his hips into your hand while you stay still. He holds your wrist tightly while fucking your hand slowly. It was a sight to see for sure, and if the wetness between your legs was any indicator, you biting your lip certainly cemented the fact that you were turned on to an otherworldly extent. Your boyfriend just looked so painfully sexy you could hardly believe he was yours.

“Baby, turn over. I want to be inside you.” Jeongin moves your hand off of him, holding your hips to move you to your side. You nod, swiftly adjusting your body so you’re facing away from him as he bring you into his arms, spooning you close. His cock sits between your legs, resting until Jeongin brings his hand between down to position his cock to line up with your entrance. “Ready?”

“So ready, baby.” You whine, pressing your ass back against him. Jeongin groans deep as he pushes into you, your head engulfing his cock as he bottoms out. As many times as he’s been inside you like this, the stretch is always pleasantly jarring. You’ve always appreciated how Jeongin would let you adjust to his size until you tell him to move. “You can go, babe.”

“Anything for you, my love.” He slowly pulls out and back in, never letting his cock completely fall out of you. His strokes are long and deep, your cunt feeling full every time his hips jerk into yours. You close your eyes and let Jeongin take you, whining slightly as he takes your waist into his hand while his other hand holds your hips in place. “You feel so good, fuck~”

The drag of his cock against your walls made your head spin, and his frequent thrusts into your g-spot made you see stars. If he wasn’t moving so damn slow, you’d be through the moon right now. The lazy pegs from Jeongin made you burn for more. Your hand went between your legs to play with your clit, the sensation becoming intense rapidly. Your body was on fire, you just needed that push.

"Jeonginnie, can you go a little faster?” You whimper has he pushes his cock in deeper, faster, his grip on your hips tightening as you clench around him. He groans your name right in your ear, his deep morning voice sounding hot as ever. You squint your eyes closed even tighter as one of Jeongin’s hands leaves your hips and comes up to squeeze your tit, teasing your nipple between his fingers. He starts sucking on the side of your neck, careful not to make any marks. “Th-thank you.”

“No need to thank me, doll.” His pace is soft and tough at the same time, a clear care in all of his moments. As you begin to contract around him, he hisses, his hot breath blowing down your neck, sending chills down your spine. “Can I cum inside you?”

“Cum wherever you want.” You can’t think about his orgasm right now, the feeling of yours growing overwhelming strong within seconds. Your hips rut against Jeongin as he holds himself inside you, shallowly thrusting into your cunt while you cum on his cock. You feel like heaven, not to mention the moans coming from your throat being enough to make Jeongin breathless.

“Are you alright, babe? Can I keep going?” Jeongin caresses your curves as you catch your breath, nodding sheepishly as you feel him start to move inside you again. The overstimulation is totally worth having Jeongin possibly release inside you. “G-gonna cum.”

You ride him gently, his movements becoming infrequent and, when they do happen, erratic. He can hardly control his body as he cums, only his tip inside you. His arms hold you close to him, your back flush with his chest. You can feel his fast heartbeat against you. The high-pitched whines coming from his throat contract greatly with his raspy morning voice you’ve grown to love, but nonetheless, he sounds hot as ever.

“I don’t wanna pull out.” He pushes fully into you as his cock softens, the atmosphere transitioning from sexual to sensual. He rests his forehead against your back, taking in your smell, your feeling, your view. His heart feels complete when he’s with you like this. “Let’s stay like this.”

“I’d love that, Jeongin.” You close your eyes again, this time from tiredness rather than pleasure. Jeongin’s eyes shut similarly, both of you ready to crash after the activity. “Promise you won’t let go of me?”

“I wouldn’t let go of you for the world, Y/n.” He pulls you closer, blushing as he feels his heart begin to swell with adoration. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” You have a smile on your face as you drift back to sleep with your lovely boyfriend.

#skz smut #stray kids smut #stray kids #skz #kpop #kpop smut #skz imagine #skz imagines #stray kids imagine #stray kids imagines #stray kids scenarios #skz scenarios #skz fan fiction #skz fanfic #stray kids fan fiction #stray kids fanfic #yang jeongin smut #jeongin smut #i.n smut

[fruitcoops]

YES TO THE SNIPPETS YES PLEASE

Thanks to everyone who asked for this! You're amazing! Coops credit goes to @lumosinlove <3

You can find the inspiration/ sequel here! Thanks to AJ and Lev for their hcs about the smutty situations, and to the discord for the last snippet!

Combined with a prompt for some relaxed Coops smut

I

Remus fell on the bed and immediately yelped as if he’d been hit. “What?” Sirius asked, concerned. “What’s wrong? Are you okay?”

“Just bruised,” he said with a grimace, rubbing one thigh.

Sirius frowned and knelt at the edge of the bed. “Why are you bruised?”

“I got checked yesterday, remember?” He winced as Sirius gently prodded the base of the bruise and pulled his shorts off; he made a soft, sad noise, pressing a kiss to the blue-black skin. “Really, I’m fine.”

“Still. I don’t like it.” Sirius’ lower lip stuck out slightly in a pout, and he guided his face back down for a kiss.

“Everything else is a-okay,” he murmured, trailing a path of light bites down the column of his neck as he laid back. “C’mere, I’ll prove it.”

II

The world was starting to go black at the edges, popping with fireworks as Remus scrambled for purchase on the strong forearms by his ribs. Sirius’ hold on him was firm, and had been for the past—oh, god, how long had he been like this? Ten minutes? An hour? Eternity? Another shudder rocked through him and he moaned around the fabric clenched tight between his teeth.

“Good boy,” Sirius panted as he hiked Remus’ shaking leg up around his hip. “There you go, you’re doing so well.”

An unsteady whine broke through as well; the mattress creaked beneath him, and through his delirious happiness he wondered if this would be the day they finally broke it. Sirius was so painfully close to where Remus needed him most, just a little bit more—

“Fucking hell,” Sirius muttered, wrapping his palms around Remus’ hips and hauling him into the right spot. His thighs clenched around Sirius’ waist as he babbled his approval, no longer registering the damp in his mouth or anything that came out of it. “Come on, just a little—oh my fucking god.”

He stopped dead in his tracks. Remus slammed his hand down on the bed with an embarrassing noise of half-confusion, half-protest. Sirius’ voice had gone up about eight octaves; his gaze was no longer dark with lust, but instead laser-focused on something to Remus’ left. “The fuck are you doing?” he managed to snap when his jaw finally released, though his tongue was mostly blocked by fabric.

“Don’t. Move.”

Fear crept in alongside his frustration as Sirius pulled his arms to his chest and scooted toward the other edge. Something is very wrong. The thought sent a wash of cold through him and he carefully sat up, pulling the gag from his mouth. “Honey, are you okay?”

“Why is it getting closer?” Sirius all but whimpered. Remus steeled his nerves and slowly turned to follow his sightline.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” he complained. There was no relief, just building crankiness. “Really?”

“Kill it. Please.” Remus ground his teeth and dug a tissue out of the nightstand, then squished the microscopic spider and immediately chucked the tissue at Sirius. “Remus, oh my god!”

“Please tell me there was something more than that,” he said, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“What do you mean?”

Keep your tone even and calm, no matter how much you want to scream. “Sirius. If you stopped fucking the soul out of my body for a spider the size of a dust mote, you can say goodbye to pre-game blowjobs.”

A moment of silence fell between them. “For how long?”

Remus glared at him and hoped his pink cheeks and shaking legs wouldn’t diminish the threat. “For as long as I see fit.”

“…I love you?”

“Have fun throwing that tissue away. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go shower by myself.”

“Non, mon loup, wait—"

III

The edge was so close he could taste it. Remus arched his back with a low sound as Sirius’ tongue did something truly fantastic—he might not give blowjobs often, but goddamn was he good at it. “Yeah,” he sighed, combing his fingers through Sirius’ hair. “Yeah, that.”

Sirius’ hum sent shocks all the way up his thighs; it took every iota of self-control not to clamp his thighs around his ears. Remus pushed the side of his face into the pillow, riding the waves of a lazy morning and a warm mouth, when suddenly it disappeared entirely.

“Somethin’ wrong?”

“Did you let the dog out?”

Remus blinked at him for a long moment, then leaned back and threw an arm over his eyes. “Baby, that’s the third time in an hour you’ve asked.”

“Sorry. Is that a yes?”

“Are you kidding right now?”

“It’s a genuine—”

“Nope,” he groaned, sitting up. “Not doing this today.”

Sirius’ eyebrows pitched. “But you were almost there!”

“You don’t say!” he gasped sarcastically as he hoisted himself to his feet and shook off the last bits of thrilled dizziness. “I’ll be in the shower.”

“Wait, no, I can do it!” Sirius’ arms wrapped around his waist and soft lips pressed against his mid-back. “I’m sorry, I was overthinking. Please don’t leave me here.”

“It’s like ten feet, love.”

“And you could stay here instead and get a really nice apology blowjob.” Teeth scraped his wingbone; Remus closed his eyes at the pleasant fizz down his spine as Sirius worked a small lovebite into his skin. “Please?”

“Do you promise not to ask about the dog again? Because she’s fine, and very happy with her new chew toy.”

“Cross my heart.” Sirius turned him around and kissed his nose, tugging him back down.

IV

Sirius was a mess, and Remus was beyond smug about it. A helpless moan was music to his ears as he pulled on Sirius’ mussed hair and attached his mouth to the smooth skin that was exposed. “Please,” he whined, shifting his hips harder onto Remus’ fingers. “Please, please, mon coeur, please.”

“How much time do you have left?” Remus asked, channeling as much patience as he could muster. Sometimes, he wondered who the edging was supposed to punish.

Sirius’ whimper was the only answer he needed. “Fuck, fuck—two. Two minutes.”

“Good job.” He pushed his fingers up and Sirius shivered, knees jerking.

“Je veux—” His plea was suddenly and horribly cut off by what could only be described as a screech.

Remus pulled back in an instant, keeping one hand on Sirius’ hip. “Did I hurt you?”

“Jesus Christ, was that a rat?” he sputtered.

Ice water drenched Remus’ insides. “A what.”

Sirius scrambled to sit up on his elbows and rubbed his eyes as he stared at the corner of their bedroom, squinting slightly in the darkness. “I thought…”

“Baby.” Remus could feel the tremor in his voice. “Is there a rat in our room right now?”

They waited in silence for a few more pounding heartbeats before Sirius sighed in relief. “Nope, sorry, that was my shoe. The lace looked like a tail. Woah, are you okay? You look pale.”

“Uh-uh,” Remus managed, sitting back with a slow exhale. His heart receded from his ears to his throat. “Quick question.”

“Go for it.”

“Do you need glasses?”

“No, I have 20/20 vision.” He had the nerve to look confused. “Why?”

Remus stared at him, then shook his head. “No reason.”

V

Remus could feel Sirius’ heart hammering under his palm, growing steadily slower with each deep breath. He stroked his hair out of his eyes, feeling joy bubble up when a foggy silver gaze met his own. “Hey, you,” he said quietly as he rubbed slow circles on Sirius’ chest. “Welcome back to the land of the living.”

Sirius’ smile was lopsided and sappy and oh-so-perfect; he bent down for a soft kiss and felt him melt under his mouth. When Remus pulled away, Sirius let out a sigh and snuggled up against his side. “Tu es si beau,” he mumbled, still a little clumsy with his words. “Si beau. Et mignon. Je ne sais pas.”

“D’accord,” Remus said, kissing his forehead, then each of his cheeks.

Sirius suddenly lit up and he touched Remus’ knee. “Pretty! C’est le mot. Je n’aime pas l’anglais.”

“I’m pretty?”

“Mhmm. Like—mmm, starts with a b. Du beurre, but candy.”

Remus bit his kiss-swollen lip in thought. “Butterscotch?”

“Oui.” Sirius nodded decisively and closed his eyes, apparently uncaring of Remus’ vibrant blush or galloping pulse. “Butterscotch. Je t’aime.”

“I love you, too, you muppet.”

VI

As much as Remus loved being railed within an inch of his life, there was something to be said for slow, easy afternoons when the sun was high and they had absolutely nothing to do. Sirius’ hands ran from his hips to his ribs in smooth lines; Remus basked in the feeling and tilted his head when Sirius rocked upward to meet his rhythm.

“This is perfect,” he said, stretching one arm up to brace against the headboard. It was far easier to support himself—and last longer—since he had started working out like the rest of the team. White sparked at the corner of his vision. “Oh, that’s nice.”

“There?” Sirius rolled his hips again and Remus felt his dick throb. “Alright, I’ve got you.”

“We don’t have to go anywhere today.”

“Non, not even—hang on.” Sirius paused and frowned slightly. “Are your arms bigger than mine?”

“What?” Remus laughed.

“Gimme.” Sirius pulled his arm down and he nearly fell over with it, but caught himself at the last second. “Flex.”

“Why?”

“Because your arms are bigger than mine! That’s so not fair.”

Remus snorted, but obliged. Sirius scrutinized him for a solid ten seconds. “I can assure you that your arms are bigger, baby.”

“Hmm.” Sirius nodded and settled onto his back again. “Yeah, I think so. That was close.”

“Would it be such a bad thing if my arms were bigger than yours?” he asked as he began to move again, feeling Sirius’ harden in him. “I thought you liked that I’m stronger now.”

“I do like it, but you already have better back muscles. I can’t let you win that easy.”

VII

Does it count as enemies-to-lovers sex if you’re already engaged? Remus thought as he grabbed a handful of Sirius’ ass and squeezed, pulling a moan from his perfect lips. Because this feels firmly in the enemies territory.

“Are you going to stop saying it?” he asked, struck breathless as Sirius dropped to his elbows and put his face in the pillows.

“Alright, alright, fine,” he groaned, jolting as Remus pressed a hand against his lower belly.

“Where am I from?”

“Wis—Wisconsin.”

“And not…?”

“Fuck me—Minnesota.”

“Thank you.” He slowed his pace by a degree and littered the backs of Sirius’ shoulders and neck with kisses, allowing him to set the rhythm for a moment. “Your accent sounds so pretty right now.”

“So does yours.”

Remus paused in surprise. “It does?”

He sensed his mistake an instant before he saw the grin curling at Sirius’ mouth. “Oh, you betcha.”

And we’re back to enemies. “Where am I from?”

Sirius fell silent as he picked up speed and gripped his hips.

“Where, Sirius?”

“Wisconsin, fucking hell!” He flipped his hair over his shoulder for a second to glare, though the effect was ruined by the clear arousal on his face. “For someone who’s so—merde—laid-back, you’re awfully riled up about this.”

“Look, not all of us can sound like we’re dirty-talking while reciting a grocery list. I can’t let you roast me for that without repercussions.”

“Oh.” Sirius’ voice wobbled. “Oh, oh, oh—”

“Apologize for making fun of me, and I’ll touch you.”

“I’m s—oh.” Sirius’ fingers clenched in the sheets. “Oh, jeez!”

Remus’ mouth fell open. He sat back on his heels in utter shock as his addled brain tried to catch up to the rest of his body. Sirius’ shoulders weren’t shaking from how close he was to tipping over the edge, but from laughter. “Did you just…?”

Sirius flopped onto his back with a smug little smile on his face, still clearly mussed from a roll in the sack but far too aware for it to have been a slip of the tongue. “Oops.”

“You…”

“Oh, no, not the puppy eyes,” he laughed, dragging Remus down to lay on his chest. “I really do think your accent is cute.”

“You’re such an asshole!”

“It was kind of funny, though,” he snickered.

Remus socked him lightly on the arm. “We’ll see if you ever get in my pants again.”

“I will.”

“How do you know?”

“Because you love me.” He planted a kiss to his lips, nibbling at the bottom one until the frown disappeared. “Even when I make fun of you.”

“You’re mean,” Remus informed him as he kissed the muscle of his shoulder. “And cruel, and completely unappreciative of the Midwest. You don’t even love me.”

“I’m only in it for the accent,” Sirius agreed.

It was another twenty minutes until they finally got off. Remus spent the vast, vast majority of that time drowning in kisses from his deeply apologetic fiancé, and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

#remus lupin #sirius black #coops #sweater weather #vaincre #lumosinlove #my fic #fanfic #smut #18+

[thirsty-flygirl]

Touch Me

Formerly The Textile Series

A Javier Peña x f! Reader Romance

Rating: Explicit - language, sex, drugs, rock ‘n’ roll. You know the drill, no one under 18 allowed.

Word Count: 2168

A/N: Look, it’s no secret that I would let Javi absolutely ruin me so here is The Textile Series, back again with a few changes, so I can simp some more over my favorite DEA agent.

******

Part IV: Leather

You slammed the shot glass down, proudly popping the lemon between your salt-swollen lips. Tequila always tasted good and, with one of Escobar’s most notorious sicarios now in US custody, it tasted even better.

“C’mon, Javi, take a shot with me,” you shouted across Murphy to your other partner, who offered you his signature smirk, the corner of his lips lifting as he regarded you. Steve placed a palm against your face and playfully pushed you back, grimacing.

“Christ, woman, you’re gonna make me go deaf,” he complained. You poked a finger into his ribs, gleefully watching as he doubled over. “Ah! No tickling, that’s not playing fair and you know it.” He clambered off the barstool and pointed to the now-empty seat. “Sit. That way you don’t have to scream at Javi.”

You shuffled about and made yourself comfortable on the stool, offering Javier a grin. His smirk shifted into a full-blown smile, that sweet little dimple popping, and your stomach flipped at the sight. Your feelings for Javier were getting out of control, strengthening each day you spent together. You’d nearly kissed him right there at the President’s ball last night, in front of your superiors, not giving a second thought to the damage it could affect on your career. You had worked hard, damn hard, to get where you are, despite the sexism and harassment you’d received because you were a woman. Hell, Steve and Javier were two of only a few men you could think of that didn’t treat you like your only worth was between your legs.

But there you were, hunting down Colombia’s most notorious drug lord, and all could do was simper like a teenager every time Javi smiled.

“You’re drunk,” Javi offered, shifting in his seat to lean on the bar next to you. His elbow brushed against yours, leaving your skin tingling from where your bare skin met. As usual, the top buttons of his shirt were undone, leaving his chest on display. Your eyes roved over his form hungrily, slipping down to see the smattering of dark hair on his chest, before settling on his gorgeous face.

Up close, Javier was disarmingly beautiful. His dark hair fell over his forehead as he leaned into you, eyes searching yours as though they could see every secret etched on your heart. A smattering of freckles dotted his face, barely visible, but you had stared so long and so hard at him that you had every perfect imperfection memorized. His hand wrapped loosely around his tumbler of whiskey and you couldn’t help but imagine that hand wrapped around yours, tethering you to him as you finally gave into your desires.

“I’m not,” you finally managed, finding yourself inching closer to him, a coil of desperate need beginning to unfurl within you. Taking his glass, you let your fingers brush against his, watching his pupils dilate. You took a sip of the biting liquor, letting it trail a path of fire down your throat. “I’m just feeling good.”

Javi reached up to wipe a drop of whiskey from your lips with his thumb, raising an eyebrow. “Feeling good, hmm? And why’s that?”

You let out a soft whimper at his touch, just loud enough for Javier to feel the vibration on your skin. His eyes darkened and he let out a deep sigh. “You’re gonna get me in fucking trouble one of these days.”

The two of you sat staring stupidly at each other, as though you were the only two people in the crowded bar. Heart pounding and cunt throbbing, you let your fingers settle on his thigh, trailing them toward the seam of his jeans and so close to the place you felt pressed against you last night.

You leaned forward and closed the distance, whispering in your partner’s ear “I heard you like—”

“—Okay, it’s time to go,” Steve thrust his arm between the two of you, setting his empty beer bottle on the worn, wood bar with a loud thump. You and Javi sprung apart like kids caught necking, a wave of embarrassment crashing over you along with the realization that you had been so wrapped up in Javier that you’d forgotten you were in public.

Javi pulled back like he’d been punched, the naked desire written on his face shifting back into a closed, unaffected expression. Nodding at Steve, he avoided your eyes and stood.

“Yeah, it’s late.”

Your stomach lurched at the speed with which Javi could turn off any sign of being interested in you. It was like hot and cold with him, and you were starting to wonder if he even thought of you as more than a potential fuck. You weren’t blind; you knew exactly how your partner managed to get such reliable intel. It wasn’t like you could fault him - you had no claim on him and you knew he was just trying to get one step ahead of Escobar. But the thought of his body bringing another woman the kind of pleasure that you could only imagine, while you lay in your bed at night writhing on your fingers? That was enough to send a wave of jealousy surging through your veins.

You clambered off the stool, leading the way to the door in silence. If Javi wasn’t affected by you, well, you could at least act as if you felt the same. You emerged from the warm bar into the cool night air sweeping over your heated skin like a balm. You continued walking down the street toward the Embassy apartments; the bar wasn’t far from where all of you lived and, while Steve had driven over after work, you wanted to clear your head a bit. Decidedly ignoring their calls to “get in the damn car” (Javi’s words, not yours), you managed to get nearly a block before a hand closed over your elbow.

“What the hell are you doing?” Javi demanded, his dark eyes flicking around to the dark, run-down buildings surrounding you. As much as you wanted to fall into his arms, you pulled away and continued meandering down the street toward your apartment.

“What does it look like I’m doing?” you called back flippantly, “I’m walking home!”

Javi groaned in a mixture of exasperation and defeat, jogging a few steps to catch up to you. “Not alone, you aren’t,” he muttered, mostly to himself. “Here, at least take my jacket,” he ordered, shrugging off his worn, leather coat and placing it around your chilled shoulders. He sighed loudly as you continued walking, calling after you. ���You’re a pain in my ass, you know that?”

You spun around in a circle with your arms out, laughing into the night. “I’m a pain in YOUR ass? Javier Peña, you are, without a doubt, the most confusing, irritating man I’ve ever met!” You continued down the street shaking your head and laughing into the night while you continued your rant.

"What I don't understand," you threw over your shoulder in his direction, "is how you can just change direction and act like we don't have anything here. . . like you weren’t about five seconds from fucking me right there in the bar. . . .” Trailing off, you felt the fight leave you. Exhaustion crept through you in its place, and all you wanted now was to get home and sleep your buzz off.

“Hell, maybe I’m just imagining things,” you mumbled tiredly.

You heard Javi's steps come up beside yours, somehow felt his warmth even from feet away. You hated the feeling of tears building in your eyes. The last thing you wanted was to be an emotional wreck in the face of Javi's aloofness. His warm hand closed around your elbow once again, but this time you let him pull you back.

“You think this is just some goddamn game to me?” Javier whispered fiercely, tugging your arm so that you fell forward against him. His free arm curled around your waist, holding you in an approximation of the exact position you had been in while dancing last night.

“Do you have any idea what you do to me?” he gritted out, those deep, brown eyes glittering with fire. Javi brought his hand up to cup the back of your neck, holding you in place while he continued, and all you could do was stand there, transfixed by his words and the sheer emotion behind them. “You think it’s easy for me to stay away? To act like I’m not thinking about you every goddamn minute of the day?" He shook his head with a defeated expression.

“All I want is to have you,” he continued, his thumb stroking the sensitive skin just under your ear. He paused and your eyes fluttered closed, waiting for the moment when you would finally feel his lips on yours.

Without warning, he released you, leaving you cold and wanting as your eyes flew open. Looking at his face, you saw pain etched in every line, agony reflecting in his eyes.

“But I can’t give you what you want.”

He turned away, looking down the street, jaw clenched. You felt tears prick your eyes, frustrated with his words. “Javi,” you began, reaching out, “You’re what I want, I don’t need—”

“No,” he insisted, refusing to meet your eyes. “I need to catch Escobar, that’s the only thing that matters. I’ve been so distracted and I—” He broke off, his hand coming up to massage at his neck in a gesture so familiar it hurt. He dropped his head with a frustrated sigh and gently pushed at your shoulder.

“Come on, we need to get home.”

You let Javier walk a few steps ahead of you, mind spinning and heart squeezing painfully in your chest. You had felt so warm in his arms, so alive, like every one of your nerve endings buzzed when you were pressed against his body. Now, even with the worn leather of Javi’s jacket pulled around you, you felt chilled, lonely, incomplete.

Down deep, you knew Javier Peña was a selfless man. He wanted to do good, be good, but always felt like he was falling short. He had one mission in Colombia: to capture Pablo Escobar. Anything beyond that was unnecessary, a distraction; something you understood well.

But your heart was selfish - you wanted both. To find Escobar and have him extradited and locked up with a maximum sentence, definitely. But on those lonely nights and the moments in-between when you could imagine something other than the gritty underworld of Colombian drug trafficking, you wanted Javier. Wanted his arms around you, his mouth against yours. You wanted to trace the lines of his neck with your tongue, wanted to run your hands down his torso, then lower, lower, until you breathlessly gripped him and slid down, finally finding home in the middle of the madness.

At an impasse and emotionally drained, you stayed silent for the remainder of your walk, watching Javi turn his key in the security door and shuffling in behind him. You began up the stairs, the feeling of Javier’s gaze burning through you, before you remembered the coat curled around your body.

“Oh, I forgot,” you mumbled, moving to the bottom step while shrugging the garment off. You held it out to Javier, keeping your eyes on the floor, silently begging him to just take it so you could lock yourself in your apartment and break down in private.

“Keep it,” Javi replied, the gravel in his voice still sending a thrill of arousal through your body despite the fact that you felt like he was slipping away from you. "Something to remember me by when we get out of this shithole."

You smiled sadly, reaching out to place a hand gently against his chest, your palm settled over the steady beat of his heart.

Javier stared at you, the longing in his eyes so tangible you couldn't stop the tears from falling. He gently swiped them from your cheeks, a sad smile on his lips.

"Don't cry over me, Sweetheart. I'm not worth your tears."

He leaned in to place a chaste kiss on your cheek, letting his full lips linger for a moment before taking a step back, the inches between you feeling like an impassable chasm. You stood silently, afraid that the tenuous grip you held on your emotions would break if you tried to speak. Javier turned and entered his apartment, never giving you a backwards glance, and you were left standing on the stairs alone.

With no reason to hold back you let your tears fall, your knees giving way as you sat down hard on the dirty step beneath you. You buried your face in the bundle of soft leather you held, weeping over a love you never had in the first place. Eventually, once your sobs calmed, you made your way up the stairs to your apartment and fell into bed exhausted, still clutching Javier’s jacket in your arms.

#javier peña x you #javier peña x reader #javier pena x reader #javier peña imagine #javier pena x you #javier pena imagine #javier peña #javier pena narcos #narcos fanfic #narcos imagine #javi x reader #javier x reader #pedro pascal characters #narcos fic

[ghoultramp]

nii-chan knows best [todoroki x reader]

▷       bnha

↳ pairing: shouto todoroki x f!reader

↳ content: aged up character(s), niichan!shouto x imouto!reader, quirkless!reader, virgin!reader, manipulative relationship, corruption, incest, (mention of) spanking, dubcon, teasing, object humping, (mention of) leg humping, cunnilingus, fingering, (a bit of) aftercare

↳ words: 3k

⇢ summary: living with your big brother was exhausting, every day focused on making sure you always knew your place. He was so serious and commanding all the time, scolding you for the slightest misstep. but nii-chan always knows best.

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⇢ note: the things that manifest at midnight, right?

You had lain there for what seemed like hours as you waited for the house to be still; a breath you didn’t know you’d been holding escaped your lips when you heard his door close, the sound still too loud for your liking. But a long, hard day called for some relief and you’d waited long enough.

Living with your big brother was exhausting, every day focused on making sure you always knew your place. He was so serious and commanding all the time, scolding you for the slightest misstep.

‘Nii-chan is only doing what’s best for you,’ he would reassure you in his soft, deep voice.

Every. Single. Time.

You thought about the particular time you wore your skirt too short and had been forced across his knee to receive your punishment; the soft skin of your rear marred with his big red handprints, adding just one more while he spoke those comforting words. Or maybe it had been when you foolishly misspoke in front of his friends; behind closed doors he had grabbed you by the hair with his left hand, pushing your face against the wall as his ice-tipped right hand flittered across your body, sending tendrils of controlled freezing wherever he pleased as he spoke those words again.

Or maybe--

Your entire body tensed, hips arching ever so slightly, and your breath shuddered thinking about how Shouto would punish you. You felt your cheeks flush, the warmth pricking at your skin as you told yourself over and over that you shouldn’t feel this way, not about him, not about your Nii-chan.

A short, broken whimper slipped through your lips, the once gentle heat that had been but a tantalizing ripple in your core now undulated hotly with an embarrassing lust and need. Your itching fingers searched at the sheet beneath you, your toes curled as you gripped at it in exasperation.

You groaned, pushing your head back against your pillow, hair splayed messily as you shook it back and forth.

It’s not right… is it?

You strained against the moan that threatened to escape as it pushed against your throat, your imagination invoking the feeling of Shouto’s hands raking their way down your body, teasing you with his quirk as he always would. A prickling of heat there, a shock of cold here.

There was no escaping it; your soft, contemptible moan broke free of your lips despite your best efforts. You inhaled sharply through trembling lips as your right hand wandered across the silk of your nightgown, your stomach fluttered beneath the touch of the dainty material when your fingers brushed against it.

Without a second thought, you balled the nightgown in your hands and ruched it up high around your midriff. You altered your position slightly in the process, widening up your pelvis as your right hand resumed its place at your hip. You fingered gently at the filly seam of your panties, back and forth along the sensitive skin above your groin.

Letting your eyes wander over to the left, they fell upon a plushie on your bedside table, the over-the-top flames and garish orange and blue stood out among everything else. Your father’s stern eyes glared right at you.

Of all things, it had to be Endeavor...

You scoffed, furrowing your brow, turning your eyes to look up at the canopy above your head. Your hand still fiddled away at your panties, enjoying the pleasurable feeling it sent further down.

You brought your free hand to your chest and for a moment, merely cupped your breast, feeling the weight rest against your palm. Nibbling at your bottom lip, you moved your other hand down, tentatively rubbing at your slightly parted lips beneath more silk. You pressed down gently on your already swollen clit, shuddering and whimpering when an overpowering wave of pleasure washed over you.

Your mind wandered and so did your hand; you reached for the plushie with your left and passed it over to your right.

“Sorry, Daddy,” you whispered, pulling it beneath the blanket.

Any nervousness you felt abated when you pressed the stuffed toy against your mound, releasing a soft moan as you pushed it down until you felt a pleasant pressure against your throbbing clit.

You closed your eyes, your hips gently moving to grind against the toy, and thought of sitting on your Nii-chan’s lap. 

You had been sitting at the table with him and his friends, and of course, he had encouraged you to sit on him instead of standing. You had straddled him, facing the table, with one of his muscular thighs held between yours.

You moaned, lost in the thought, as you held down harder on the plushie as you humped against it.

You recalled just how you’d sat on him, feeling the muscles beneath you tense, your panties and his slack trousers the only barrier between you. You’d felt his hands on your hips, just below the eyesight of his friends, begin to move you slowly and deliberately. Surely they had seen how bright you’d turned as you humped against your Nii-chan’s leg, and you were sure he could feel your wetness on his leg as--

You moved with more vigor as you allowed your memory to consume you; you brought your left hand back to your breast, biting your bottom lip again as you cupped it in your hand. Your thumb gently brushed against your erect nipple through the nightgown and the soft silk against your sensitive skin made you squirm.

You brought your legs up, a low groan broke from your throat, your position now granting you much more movement of your hips.

“Daddy,” you whined, your eyes shot open with horrific realization.

Adding to your already awkward situation, you watched in fear as the door to your bedroom opened.

“Daddy, huh?” a familiar voice chastised.

He was so smug as he sauntered in through the half-open door, his eyes peering at you through his half-red, half-white hair. You knew you had been caught red-handed, you also knew he would be sure to enjoy it.

“I- It’s not,” you stammered, stalling as you attempted to figure a way out of this predicament.

“It’s not what, little sister?” he implored as he closed the door behind him. 

It barely made a sound.

You only watched as his tall, striking figure approached your bedside; his broad, muscular chest was bare, your eyes wandered down to the waistband of his pyjama bottoms. Not only did you feel flush at the sight of the bulge below the band, but you felt the quickening throb of your clit beneath the plushie between your thighs. You clenched tightly.

How much worse can this get?

“Well?” he pressed on, stern and severe as he folded his thick arms across his chest.

You internally reprimanded yourself for admiring the way his pectoral muscles squeezed beneath the bulk of his arms, the way the minimal lighting accentuated the definition of his biceps and his tight abdomen.

Shouto examined your silhouette beneath your blanket, there was no mistaking the outline of your knees in the air, legs spread.

“Nii-chan asked you a question, little sister,” he prompted, bending over to rest his palms on the edge of your bed. He turned his head to look at you; he had never needed to give you a verbal telling off, his cold eyes said everything he needed to. “Don’t be so rude.”

“I wasn’t--” 

You didn’t have the time to react to Shouto gripping the blanket between his hands, pulling it away from you, unveiling your shameful act. Your nose prickled, tears welling behind your eyes as you let your hold on the plushie go, your hand falling to your side, but you dare not lower your legs; you brought the hand at your breast down to rest above your abdomen. You felt so exposed as you fiddled nervously at the hem you’d bunched up. 

Silly girl.

You felt the pressure under his heavy gaze as he scanned you up and down, but you noticed his not-so-hidden bulge twitch beneath his trousers when he looked below your hips. He let the blanket drop to the floor and reached out. 

Shouto lifted the Endeavor plushie from between your legs, revealing your sodden garment; the silk had turned darker from your wetness.

You watched as he turned the plushie over in his hands, still looming over you.

“Tell me,” he began, carelessly throwing it over his shoulder, “why do you need Daddy when your Nii-chan is right here?”

He placed his right hand on your thigh closest to him.

“You should be ashamed of yourself, little sister,” he continued, squeezing it tight. 

You let out a meek cry as the cold he generated slowly froze your skin. He tutted at you, shaking his head as he climbed onto the bed and rested between your legs, low on his knees. Not once did he remove his bitingly cold hand, he only turned it as he clambered over you. 

You were only slightly relieved when he stopped using his quirk, you knew you would be feeling the discomfort for a day or two. You only hoped that you hadn’t angered Nii-chan enough that he refused to take care of you afterward. The thought alone was enough to break your heart.

You gasped, feeling a pleasantly familiar tingle as he stroked at you with his left hand, running his finger up and down the concealed slit beneath your soaked panties. Your Nii-chan seemed to like that, the smirk that formed on his lip was devilish.

You flinched under the pressure of his finger against your clit, the sensitive, swollen nub pulsing against the silk. With half-lidded eyes, you watched as both hands crept their way to your waistband.

You nibbled at your lip, nervously.

“Don’t play delicate, my dear, sweet little sister,” he cooed, words saccharine sweet as he snapped at the elastic. 

“I’m not, Nii-chan,” you shot at him, your voice may have been trembling but that attitude was certainly present in your tone.

He wouldn’t approve of that.

You watched, mouth agape, as he tucked his fingers of both hands beneath your waistband, he was still smirking as he roughly tugged at them, yanking them down your legs. You understood it would have been futile to push back against him; your Nii-chan had the strength and his unique quirk, you would always just be his pathetic, quirkless little sister.

Hanging your head in shame, you allowed him to move your legs as he removed your underwear; they hung as lifeless as a doll’s.

“Oh, but you are,” he corrected, gently setting your legs back to their upright position. “And Nii-chan is never wrong, is he?”

His hands felt like gentle kisses against your thighs as he leaned into you, his head nestled comfortably between your trembling thighs. You shook your head with a squeak, your voice pushed uncomfortable against your throat.

“Nii-chan only does what’s best for you, sweet sister,” you felt the vibrations of his low tones against your legs when he spoke. 

His fingers created delicate trails across your sensitive skin; across your hips, your pelvis, before resting painfully close to where you compulsively needed him. 

“Nii-chan is the only one who knows what’s best for you,” his words were slightly muffled as he continued, his lips so impossibly close to your tantalizingly sweet and prohibited, virginal cunt.

A loose moan escaped your lips, the feeling of his warm breath against your naked arousal more intense than you could have imagined. You felt him move to place his forefingers on either side of your clit, widening them to spread your lips. 

“Isn’t that right, little sister?” he finally continued, you felt rather than heard him.

“Nii-chan, you can’t,” you whimpered, quivering from either anticipation or unease, you couldn’t quite tell.

His eyes met yours, gazing up at you from between your legs, your poor cheeks prickling from the constant flush.

“‘Can’t,’ what?” he teased, his eyes never broke contact as he intruded your walls with his fingers without warning. “This?”

He watched you, obviously pleased as you squirmed and cried beneath him as your body experienced a newer sensation; it was different, far more different than when you had tentatively explored yourself. Two of your own slender fingers barely compared to one of his.

But now your Nii-chan had opened you up nicely with two of his thick fingers while he teased you, blowing a gentle breath against your clit. You whined, balling the sheet beneath you in one hand and your nightgown in the other.

“Nii-chan… don’t,” you cried half-heartedly, feeling his lips encapsulate your thrumming clit.

You felt the vibration of his mocking laugh right up against you, crying out when his tongue tickled at your bundle of nerves.

He pushed his left hand under your leg, enticed by the way you squirmed beneath him when he squeezed your asscheek. He enjoyed the way your flesh felt in his palm, softly kneading it with his hand. 

The uncontrollable, fluttering little moans you rewarded him with when he pushed his way deeper into your untouched walls, suckling at your delicate nub, only encouraged his debaucherous act.

You keened as he hooked his fingers further inside your cunt, massaging that special spot that made you convulse beneath him. When your vision started to pock with white spots, you clenched your eyes shut, biting your lips against your sinful noises.

Your Nii-chan took this as an incentive to generously lap at your clit. You cried and held your fists tighter, your knuckles white as he slurped loudly at your juices, abusing your sopping wet hole with his fingers. 

Shouto’s hand squeezed your asscheek again, you felt the prickling heat as he used his quirk. The pang of panic you felt soon dissipated when, with one final thrust of his thick fingers finding your delicious sweet spot, he began to rub vigorously.

A feeble whimper broke through your moans when he released your engorged clit from his mouth, he held his steady momentum against your g-spot while you came undone.

“Nii-chan knows best for his little sister, doesn’t he?” he asked, his calmness was eerie.

You only responded with your titillating noises, and while he enjoyed them, it wasn't what he wanted to hear.

“Answer me, sweet sister,” he growled as he halted his fingers.

The gyration of your hips only made him chuckle.

“So needy and innocent, aren’t you,” he mused, pressing his thumb against your clit. “Now,” he continued, “Nii-chan kno--”

“Yes,” you cried, now almost tearing at the fabric in your hands, “Nii-chan knows best!”

Shouto watched as your pert breasts heaved up and down with your erratic breathing while he rewarded you by moving his fingers roughly against your sweet spot. He smirked, hearing a deliciously guttural moan break free from you as your walls tightened and hips shuddered. He felt your body spasm as you came, your slick pooling on his palm.

He didn’t seem satisfied.

You sobbed, feeling a foreign pressure coil within you as he roughly fucked you with his fingers. You looked at your Nii-chan with concern. 

“Nii-chan it--” you croaked, breathing hard and fast, lost in a tumult of confusion and pleasure.

“Relax my sweet, little sister.” He sounded so soothing while he abused your pretty little cunt, bringing you to heights you didn’t think possible. 

You heard him groan as his lips once again came in contact with your clit, it twitched beneath his tongue as he gently circled it; a harsh contrast to his thick, intruding fingers. Your body tensed completely, you heard Shouto groan into you as you finally allowed yourself to let go, your loud whines and moans filled the air.

You felt his fingers struggle against your tight walls, whimpering and twisting beneath him as the coil wound tighter and tighter until--

“Nii-chan!” you sobbed, feeling a pressure release from between your legs and the tightened coil unravel; your head felt fluffy.

Shouto gently removed his thick fingers, moaning long and loud as he pressed his tongue flat against your slit. His strong hands rested on either side of your hips, you flinched, anticipating the quirk use that never came; he stroked your skin with care.

Your Nii-chan tenderly lapped at your tender cunt, moaning as he drank in your juices, honey on his tongue. He enjoyed the noises you made when he pushed his tongue further inside you but thought against pushing you further tonight.

“You’re so precious,” he told you, his eyes dark and intense.

You watched as he pushed himself off the bed, gently laying your legs down flat. He moved your hand from your chest and pulled your nightgown down, sweetly patting it around your thighs. 

You were curious as you watched him fumble with your dresser, averting your eyes when he poked through your underwear drawer. Shouto returned to the side of the bed, presenting you with a clean set of panties; you felt a whimper try to escape as he considerately dressed you.

He turned around to pick up your blanket, he smiled down at you softly as he wafted it in the air, letting if fall daintily over you. You noticed he ignored the plushie of your father, still left alone on the floor.

“Sweet dreams, little sister,” he whispered, he gently kissed your forehead as he tucked you under your blanket.

Before leaving your room he made a detour to the end of the bed, you were confused when he bent down. 

How embarrassing!

You spotted your wet panties balled up in his hand. He waltzed over to the bedroom door, seemingly proud of himself, and opened it ajar.

“Remember,” he said before leaving you in your haze, “Nii-chan always knows best.”

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[duskholland]

for blurb night.. some good ol’ lovemaking with Mob! Tom? I still like things to be really passionate and intense though, those deep, hard, but slow thrusts yk? dirty talking, clinging desperately to one another.. maybe some breeding kink in there? 👀 ‘Ive-missed-you’ sex sort of deal? idk, have fun with it, girl! feel free to add or change things a lil! your writing is gold btw, sending love 💞✨

ugh..........yes.

—clearing out the askbox: smut edition—

extended warnings: breeding kink, unprotected sex. ——

Tom lays you down over the sprawling king-sized mattress very delicately, kissing your lips, deeply, before slowly making his way down your body.

“So bloody perfect, aren’t you, angel?”

Your boyfriend runs his hands over your chest, grabbing handfuls of your breasts in his warm palms. As he dips his head down and laps over your left nipple, a small whimper slips past your lips.

“Hm?” Tom blinks up at you, brown eyes wide with false innocence as he drags his tongue over your nipple. As one hand pays attention to your other breast, his remaining fingers travel to your face, fingertips padding over your lips. He drums his digits over your mouth. “Speak, darling. I want to hear your beautiful voice.”

You push against his touch and kiss at his fingertips, earning a smirk from your boyfriend.

“Missed you so much, Tom,” you mumble. You gasp softly when Tom releases your nipple and continues on his journey down your figure. “Been a really long two weeks without you.”

Soft, warm lips move over your stomach, over your hips, to the tops of your thighs. Tom had already taken the liberty of peeling down your panties earlier when he’d undressed you in front of the mirror and made you watch as he’d explored your tight heat with three of his slender, skilled digits. You’re already wet - orgasmed twice, but craving more, aching for the sweet release that you only get from Tom, and his hands, or his mouth, or his cock.

“Fuck,” you whimper, watching as Tom kisses each of your thighs before pushing your legs wide open. “Please fuck me,” you beg, grasping at the sheets. “I need your cock, Tom.”

Your boyfriend hums, using two fingers to peel apart your outer lips. Your tender clit throbs, and then you cry out loudly as he dips his head and runs his tongue over the bud. He drags his warm muscle from your entrance before circling your clit again, grunting in appreciation as you reach down to grab a hold of his hair. You try weakly to pull him back, muttering more about how you’ll go crazy if you don’t feel him properly, but he just tuts.

“Shush,” he hums. “Let me taste my pussy, yeah? Then I’ll give you what you want, greedy thing.”

He’s got both of his arms holding your waist, keeping you firmly on the bed as you thrash. You love it - love the feeling of his tongue, swirling around your bud, rewarding the sensitive area with warm, wet circles - and he knows it, knows you love being stimulated beyond the limits of pleasure like this. There have been nights before where he’s spread you out like this and made you cum, over and over, until all you know is his name, dripping from your tongue like a prayer.

“Fuck, fuck,” you murmur. Obscene wet noises drift through the air as Tom makes out with your heat, sparing no enthusiasm as he sucks at your cunt, adding two fingers into your pulsing pussy as his mouth unravels you. “Keep going, fuck, I’m-”

Tom hums, loudly, and the vibrations cause you to spin off, shouting obscenities as you moan loudly. You fall apart under his tongue, dizzying waves of pleasure spreading over you as you drown in it, chest heaving as you gasp loudly.

“Fucking delicious,” Tom mutters. He slides up your body, dark eyes glinting as your juices shine on his chin. “Don’t think there’s anything I love more than tasting my cunt, darling.” He smirks when you whimper and reach out for him, pulling him closer again. His cock, hard and aching, presses up against your slit, and as you part your legs wider, it settles between your folds. “Still so needy though, aren’t you?”

Tom has fun teasing you, rolling his hands over your face, grinding experimentally against your tender cunt until you’re whimpering. He’s such a tease - it doesn’t matter that he’s been away for two weeks on business, he’s persistent, and you know he enjoys the way you’re melting for him.

“Please, please,” you mumble, gasping as you feel his tip press up against your entrance. You’re insatiable, your skin crawling with a hot, throbbing heat that can only be cured by the feeling of your boyfriend entering you again. “Spent so many nights thinking about this, Tom,” you add, trying to coax him into action. “Want to feel your cock spreading me open, baby. Please, please, please.” You dust his face with kisses, and Tom chuckles. He drops his face until he’s able to kiss the base of your neck, sucking a very hard, enjoyable hickey to your skin.

“Do you want my cock?” He asks, voice husky. He looks up at you, eyes narrowing in a show of dominance, “Or do you want my cum?”

Your throat runs dry, and you find yourself swallowing deeply as your hands go up to his hair. You card your fingertips through Tom’s soft brown curls, nodding as your body fills with heat.

“Both,” you mumble.

Tom tilts his face, lips catching at the juncture of your jaw and your cheek in a soft kiss.

“Tell me what you want,” he murmurs. He leaves another kiss, wet and firm, to the sensitive spot of your jaw, causing you to whimper. “We both know you want more than just my cock, darling. Go on. You can tell me.” He rubs his cock against your entrance and you whimper. “I know the dirty little thoughts you’ve been having, hm? Just tell me, and it’s all yours.”

Normally you’d be shy about it, bashful and embarrassed, but then again, you wouldn’t also be full of such persistent arousal that it feels like you’re dripping over the tip of his cock. So you groan, grabbing handfuls of his back as you say, firmly,

“I want your cum, Tom. I want…” You choke into a moan as he slides into you easily, meeting no resistance from your desperate cunt. “I want you to fill me up,” you say, “Want- want to feel you cumming in me. Have it drip out of me afterwards.” You whimper as he starts to thrust into you. “Want you to make a mess.”

Tom groans, his voice deep and raspy.

“There’s a good girl,” he murmurs, voice thick with appreciation. “That wasn’t so hard, was it?” He’s slow with his thrusts, but they’re deep. You feel the pleasurable stretch that comes with each one of his movements, his thrusts nudging his cock further each time. You’re revelling in it, moaning loudly as you cling to the packed muscles on his back, your body full of warmth as you take him in again.  “Feels so fucking snug, angel.”

Your eyes are squeezed shut, your body twitching each time Tom pulls out only to sink back into you, your heat warm and wet. “Missed this,” you whimper, voice high. “Missed this so much.”

“Mmm, bet you have, darling.” Tom’s kissing over your collarbones, nibbling at your skin with light kisses. His curls brush at your neck. “Your fingers don’t feel as good as my cock, do they?”

“No.”

“But you tried, didn’t you? Can just imagine it. You coming up here, all alone, missing me.” Tom smirks against your neck, and you shiver. “Working yourself open with a few fingers, trying to pretend they were me. But it wouldn’t ever feel as good as this, would it?”

Your body is on fire, the muscles in your legs pulled tight with exertion, the heat in the pit of your stomach rising with each thrust. You reach down and grab at one of Tom’s hands, twirling your fingers together and clinging on for dear life.

“No, nothing’s as good as this.”

“Didn’t think so.” Tom’s voice is thick, mingling with the sounds of slapping arousal that fill the room. “Can’t wait to fill you up,” he grunts. He pulls his face away from your neck and meets your eyes, his gaze primal and dark. His thrusts grow more purposeful, and you’re whining as you feel his hips grinding down against your clit every time. “Been dreaming of this tight little cunt, love. Every night, thought about fucking you. Cumming in you and listening to you moaning when you feel my cum fill you up, shit-”

You’re so close, and his words just make you clench around him.

“Please, please,” you beg, mind gone. You squeeze at his hand, your other one grabbing at his back as you cling to him, craving everything. “I want it, Tom, fuck, make me cum, fill me up. I need it, I need you.”

“Such a fucking angel,” Tom murmurs. He bites the top of your shoulder as you shake, and with a final thrust and burst of pressure to your clit, you’re there. “Oh, fuck, darling, squeezing me so tight- there you go, fuck, so perfect, love, that’s it.”

The strength of your climax is so powerful that it takes you out for a few moments, but you feel Tom peaking right after. You moan, your eyes rolling back as you feel him pulse inside you, shooting his warm seed deep within you as he swears and holds you near, rocking his hips against yours until you’re both spent.

He slumps against your chest, and you sigh contentedly as you roll your fingers through his hair. Bliss fills every part of you.

“Missed you,” you say, smiling down at him when he raises his gaze to you.

Tom sits straighter and leans up until he’s able to kiss your lips again. He lingers up there, eyes sparkling brightly as he kisses you, two more times, in quick, light succession.

“Missed you too, darling.”

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[nsfwkuroosatoru]

casual intimacy⇢ kuroo tetsurō

warnings: 18+, nsfw, hard to soft dom kuroo, cursing, just rough, dirty, lovemaking.

nobody had to know about this part of yours and kuroos relationship. if you could even call it that. but how could the two of you not do this? when kuroo was so close to you all the time. he knew all of your weaknesses and spots that made you lose your mind.

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kuroo was now gently pushing you onto his bed, straddling himself over your thighs and toying with the hem of your shorts. "ive always hated these damn things, y'know how much of a tease you are?" he sneered.

"then fucking do something about it ku. im so sick of waiting." you sneered back at the raven haired man. you two could never hate each other, just the words you two didn't say, and that's why the two of you are always so pent up.

your friends would always poke at the two of you, asking when you were going to finally fuck each other.

today is the day. you thought to yourself as kuroo pulled your shorts off, he would've taken your panties with them if he wasn't being careful. but kuroo loved you deeply, and it was now time for him to prove it.

kuroo gently placed a finger on your wet panties, as if your pussy was begging for him to do something, anything. he began to stroke the outside of your underwear, causing you to turn into putty in his hands.

"ku, please. i-i need you." you whine, making the raven haired man chuckle. "awh what happened to the girl i was just talking to? she was such a brat." this caused you to whine again, grinding your hips to make some type of friction with his fingers.

"how pathetic," kuroo began, causing your insides to gush a little, "sigh, if only someone told me what to do."

you knew kuroo was a kinky man, but never this kinky. it was like meeting an entirely different person, and you were reveling in your current state, legs wide open, pussy begging to be paid attention to. it was brutal, and the longer you took to say something, the more wet you became. kuroo was shocked, out of all the girls he's been with, none of them matched up to you, and the two of you were only getting started.

"tetsurō if you don't fuck me right now ill-" you were interrupted with a deep and passionate kiss, before this, you didn't know just how starved you were for him. you let out a moan as kuroo pulled your panties off of you, tossing them across his room. he slipped a finger into your wetness, causing you to tense up. you let out a gasp and immediately reached for his hair.

"fuck baby, you're so wet. is this all for me?" he asked, putting another finger inside of you. you moaned out a, "yes daddy," too blinded by lust to watch over your words. hearing you call him that made kuroo growl lowly and bite your neck, making you moan even louder. "baby you're so loud already and i haven't even put it in yet. better be quiet before you get me a noise complaint." he whispered in your ear with a smirk.

you were already so eager for him, lord knows how long you've been waiting on this. he was finally close enough for you to palm his clothed cock, making him let out the most beautiful sound you had ever heard. "f-fuck. hold on." he stuttered out. you were sick of waiting. it was your turn to take initiative, zipping down his pants, kuroo finished for you, taking his pants off all the way before his member sprung out. he grabbed his cock and rubbed it against your folds, he was so ready to just dive into you, and all it took from your end was you saying:

"tetsu, please." he slowly slid into you, before he could think, you wrapped your legs around his thighs, bottoming him out. you relished in the sickly sweet pain it brought. kuroo let out a grunt as you did this, eyes blown with lust. he braced himself on either side of your head as you held him in for a bit.

when you finally let your legs drop, kuroo began slamming into you.

"you.."

thrust.

"dont, fuck" he gasped with another thrust as you clenched yourself around him.

"you dont know how long ive wanted to see you like this." he finally managed to gasp out. causing you to moan as he somehow went deeper and deeper into you. you reached up to grasp onto his neck, but ended up bringing his face to yours. holding his face, you made your way to his neck, leaving lovebites on it. you didn't care who knew about the two of you at this point, all you wanted was to feel the sweet release of his cum pouring into you.

"ku.." you warned, feeling your coil tighten up. "yes baby, i know. go ahead." he cooed to you, causing you to burst immediately. the moment kuroo felt you let go, he began to fall apart himself.

gasps and moans filled his room and when he was done, he made sure to carry you to his bathroom to clean you up.

"fuck, would you look at us?" kuroo gasped as you looked, the two of you were an absolute mess. and after the initial shock had settled, you two were back to your routine. that routine of public, frequent love that had stemmed from your casual intimacy.

a/n: if you haven't read it yet, this is a nsfw continuation of my fic on my main called casual intimacy, feel free to give that a read before this. also this is my first time writing smut in a while, so bear with me hehe.

#kuroo x reader #kuroo tetsuro x reader #kuroo smut

[ppersonna]

right here - jjk | m

↳ summary- a cruise with your best fuck buddy takes an interesting turn.

↳ rating- explicit/18+/nsfw

↳ pairing- jeon jungkook x reader

↳ word count- 1.6k

↳ genre- REQUEST, smut

↳ warnings- fingering, penetrative sex, unprotected sex (wrap it UP), slight dirty talk, exhibitionism, teasing, creampie, whew lindy you sure have a niche kink that you must write about in every fic huh :/ this is all smut im sorry that there’s bare minimum plot lol

↳ a/n- here’s my first drabble request for jk! i’m excited to give cherry koo his time to shine.  i’ll be working on all the requests ive been given and making nice little banners for them too.   thanks to @ladyartemesia​ and @taetaewonderland​ and @chimoona​ and @sombreboy​ for reading over this and helping me not want to quit writing lol

 This request was  “I could just pull your bikini bottoms to the side, no one will notice.”

Jungkook stares at you as if you’re his last meal, and he’s a prisoner on death row.

It’s shameless the way he ogles you.  He doesn’t even wear sunglasses as he stares at your long legs unabashedly while lounging on the secluded deck of the cruise ship.  You can see the way his eyes trail over your body, following the beads of sweat that trickle down from the beating of the hot sun.  

“Jungkook,” you murmur quietly.  “You’re staring.”

It shakes him out of the daze your body put him in—the spell he always falls under when he gets a look at you in the tiny bikini you wear when you want to avoid unsightly tan lines.

“Was I?” He asks as he licks his lips and takes a sip of his beer.  

You smirk fondly and continue reading your book.  Jungkook doesn't stop staring.  His eyes rest on your chest, watching the way your breasts lift and fall with each breath.  You can tell he’s getting worked up now by the way his thighs tense as he tries to control himself.

A delicious thought crosses your mind and it makes you smirk.

“Hey,” you speak as you turn on the lounge bed towards your stomach, exposing your backside to the hot sun.  “Could you help me lotion up my back?  I don’t want to burn.”

Jungkook stills for a moment, visibly swallowing.  You idly wonder if teasing your best friend and fuck buddy like this is going too far.  But, he did mention something about seeing a girl named Jessica next week when you get home from vacation and maybe it’s best if you remind him just what he’d miss out on.  You couldn’t help the jealousy building inside of you at the idea of Jungkook with another woman. 

“Alright,” he says after a moment of consideration.  

He sets his cold beer on the deck and stands, adjusting his tight swim shorts as he does so.  You can’t help but grin, knowing he needs his adjustments due to the precarious situation you’ve put him in.

He locates the white bottle of sunscreen lotion and squirts a hefty amount into his palms and rubs them together, before kneeling over your body.  Each knee brackets your body and he hovers over your ass, swim bottoms exposing clefts of your lower cheeks.  You can feel the way his knees tighten around you, hold you tighter.

The lotion is cold as he places his hands on you, rubbing small circles on your lower back and working his way upwards, ensuring the white cream is thoroughly blended into your smooth skin.

“Shit,” he murmurs as he caresses you.  The skin of your body drives him crazy.  You feel like silk and he wants to run his hands all over you.  Both hands work eagerly now, no longer focused on the sunscreen and instead on the way your skin feels under his touch. 

“You okay?” You ask coyly, turning your head towards the cherry-headed boy above you.

“Fucking tease.”

You stifle a laugh with your hand and wiggle your hips gently.

“You caught on quick.”

Jungkook grunts as his hands tug at your bikini bottoms, snapping the elastic against your skin.

“I could just pull these to the side,” he muses as his hand trails hot on your covered ass. “No one would even notice.”

You bite your lip as the fire within you roars to life.  His hand slides down to the exposed skin your bottoms don’t cover, the cheeky globes tempting him to expose more.

“I could just fuck you right here.”

You chance a glance around you, noticing the upper deck of the ship you’re on is still deserted save for an old couple far on the other side.  

Jungkook notices your glances and chuckles.

“You actually want that, don’t you?” He asks, tugging the fabric that covers your core to the side.  “Little exhibitionist, aren’t you?”

He exposes your pussy to the open air of the ship and you can feel the slight breeze that accompanies the heat of the summer sun.

“Kook,” you whine as your stomach tightens.  You can feel him push it even further, exposing the lips of your cunt to anyone who walks by.

He grabs your hips and lifts slightly, stuffing the towel underneath you in a ball to elevate your hips permanently.

“Gonna fuck you right here,” he states as he unties the string of his shorts and pulls them down just enough to allow his cock freedom. 

You can’t help but stare at the way he grips his length, stroking gently as he lets his eyes wash in the sight of your silken folds. 

He releases his length to tease a finger at the slit, then pushes inside you fully with the digit. 

“Wet already? Are you that excited at the idea of me taking you right here? Letting me fuck you stupid on the deck?”  He smirks as he speaks and spears in another finger, dragging a quiet moan from your lips. 

He scissors you apart and watches as you gasp for air, hands gripping the warm plastic of your lounge chair.  Jungkook’s fingers feel so hot, so thick inside you.  

Once he deems you satisfactory, he pulls from within you and smears the slick from his hands on to his cock. 

“Mm,” he sighs as he pumps himself, head tilting back in pleasure. “You ready, baby?” 

You nod quickly, hips elevated and pussy dripping in anticipation.  Birds chirp over heard and you can hear the dull sounds of people around on the ship, and the crashing sounds of the waves hitting against it as it plows through the ocean. 

“Shit, this is so hot,” he groans as he rubs the head of his cock against the slick folds he just exited moments before. “Can’t believe you’re letting me fuck you like this.” 

“Please,” you whimper. “I need you so bad.”

Jungkook looks proud at your desperation and hisses as he pushes himself inside the scorching heat of your cunt. 

“Fuck,” he whispers as he bottoms out. Your brain short circuits, only capable of thinking about Jungkook and the way his length stretches you open and feels like fucking heaven. His cock is sun-warned and he smells like sweat and coconut sunscreen.  

“You’re so hot,” he grunts as he begins to pull his length out. He marvels at the way his cock shines with your slick arousal, before he pushes back in and groans at the sound of the wetness squelching with his thrusts. 

“Fuck me hard, please,” you beg. Your voice is broken, needy and you’re desperate for him to move faster. 

“As you wish,” he sighs as he sets a pace. He whines as your back arches and he takes the opportunity to grab a bunch of your hair and tug your head back. 

“Look at you taking my cock right here,” he murmurs. “Naughty girl getting fucked for anyone to see.”  

You keen at the feeling of pain at his grip on your hair, and it makes your eyes wide as you gasp for air. 

He keeps going, pistoning his hips and watches as your ass bounces with each thrust. He can’t wait to fuck you again and again in the privacy of your cabin, so he can watch your tits bounce in his face.   But he loves the exhibitionism of taking you here, hot cunt exposed to anyone who happens to walk by. 

He can feel himself coming close to the end, balls tightening in anticipation. It’s the thrill and rush of being caught that spurs him closer and closer, and the sounds of your delicious squeaks and whines for more. 

“You want to cum for me, baby? You want to cum so hard the whole ship knows how well I fuck you?” He asked as he increases his speed and lets go of your hair, opting to grip your hips with both hands. “Let everyone know, baby.” 

Your eyes squeeze tight as the knot in your stomach pulls so tight until it snaps, cunt pulsing wildly around his cock and gripping him tight. It makes him gasp as you moan—body milking him for his own release. 

“Shit, look at you getting my cock so fucking creamy,” he bites his lip as his length gathers your juicy finish, painting his whole cock white. 

The final spasms of your pussy sends him reeling and he groans as he feels the pulses of hot cum pump out of him and fills you up. Your breathy moans quicken as you feel him empty himself inside you.  You can’t catch your breath, over-exerted from the high of your orgasm catching you off guard. 

Jungkook stills as he lets himself come down from bliss, before he gently pulls out of your spent hole. 

“Oh shit,” he groans as he watches his cum trail out with him.  He catches it with his fingers and pushes it back into you, causing you to squeak at the sensitivity. 

“Let’s go back to the room,” he demands as he moves your bottoms to cover your cunt once more. “Keep it all in there and I’ll eat it out of you.”  

You jump up and nearly spill his beer as he adjusts himself back into his shorts.  You’re grabbing your things and Jungkook snorts a laugh. 

“Shut up,” you pout. “Let’s go.” 

You grab his hand and drag him off the deck and towards the hallway of rooms that leads to yours.

Jungkook smiles and stares at you, soaking in your tanned skin and messy hair from his grasp. 

He definitely knows he won’t be able to stop staring any time soon—and he doesn’t think he wants to either.

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