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tw. uncle!satoru, incest, age gap, breeding, coercion, dirty talk, praise, brief choking, baby as pet name, some jealousy, degradation, corruption kink, sneaking around wordcount. 6.7k

a/n. ♡ commissioned by the amazing @antique-remains ♡ thank you so so much for commissioning me and for being absolutely wonderful!! i really hope you enjoy your fic,, i had a blast writing it so i kinda went a little crazy with the word count but! hgdfsy listen i hear gojo satoru i jump into the deep end i hooopppee you enjoy it lovely!!! <33 and thanks a million to the beta readers ilY so much

gojo satoru x fem!reader

The door rattles with a loud noise as you make it two steps down the hall. Two whole steps before long arms wrap under your shoulders and you’re whirled around against an equally lanky body, while your giggles fill the hall. They echo down the old family house, pristine and proper, and give your mother a well deserved moment of rest as she rolls the suitcases inside. “Hey- There’s my favorite little squirt,” his lithe voice hums gleefully when you press a childishly sloppy peck onto his cheek and squish your face to his shoulder, and Satoru barely bothers to give your mom a quick smile before stealing your entire attention away and putting you into his neck with a smile.

“You gotta visit more frequently, nee-san. I gotta show my favorite niece what I’ve learned at monster school, don’t I?”

Your chubby cheeks glow hot as you parrot him. “Monster!”

“Your only niece. And you’re more than welcome to take a few babysitting shifts, Satoru. Lord knows I could use it,” the soft-spoken woman would then chuckle, and leave you to it.

That’s how it was, always. You remember finding the days where snow stuck to the ground and made the house feel so much toastier, the most lovely of all- no excuses, no exceptions. Not that you could give a reason as to why, back then. It was probably because winter meant family time and holidays and presents, and most of all, it meant packing everything up into the car and driving down for New Years. Without fail, a white winter meant Gojo Satoru — and without fail, you’d look towards him like a world faithfully orbits the sun.

You can’t thank Satoru enough for taking his role so gracefully, at the time. When it was still fun.

Now winter means being locked up in your room while that same man parades around a different princess each year, and makes your start to the new entirely unenjoyable. After a good few hours of hearing the drinking and talking grow louder and louder -and then eventually quieter again, you finally dare peak your head around the corner. Because if you’re lucky, uncle Satoru will have no self-control. And the copious amounts of alcohol that festivities require will leave him blissfully unaware of your scowl at the foreign pair of shoes by the door. Your bare feet pad on the floor as you make your way past the soft rumble of the tv, and into the kitchen to pop open your own box of cake, and another bottle of bubbles for yourself.

The frosting sticks to the roof of your mouth three bites in, and makes everything a lot more palatable. The smell of the obnoxious festive scented candles, the deep beats of the slow make-out music reverberating through the walls of his otherwise impeccable apartment. The knowledge that you’re meant to wait out the inevitable turnaround from festive cheer to loud moans down the hall as the countdown hits 0. It’s been this way for years now, and you find yourself wishing spring would come a little faster.

You’d never be so lucky, though. You drop the fork in surprise when long fingers sneak around your neck to squeeze gently at the soft parts of it, and a breath brushes over the shell of your ear. “Boo.” Festive cheer and a softer familiar musk overtakes your senses.

“Satoru, you dick,” you squeak out a little too loudly, halfway to turning when a strong arm wraps around your hips to allow him to slot a little closer to your back. He peers over your head at the cake, breath dusting over your hair. Uncaring, of course, about the level of appropriateness or the way it sends a shiver up your spine.

“Bit early for a late night snack, isn’t it? You could at least have asked your favorite authority figure to join you.” His smile gleams in the low light of the apartment like a million diamonds, white head of hair tousled and bed-head like. The hand on your hip squeezes ever so softly before you shake him off, and cross your arms over your chest in defiance.

“You’re barely an authority, let alone my favorite. Besides, aren’t you kept busy with… Keiko? Kyoko?”

“—Kimiko. Why?” It’s then you make the mistake of looking up into those perfect baby blues through the half-tinted shades, and despite your earlier frostiness, he still searches for a handhold on your shoulder, softly brushing his thumb along the collar of your shirt. He stares like he can see through you, where your heart beats wildly in your chest. You’d dare bet money that sometimes he definitely tries to. But the calculating glances that flick over your face are kept quiet by a faint hum.

“She’s gone home. I thought maybe we could celebrate New Years together this time.” Satoru is always smiling. It crinkles his eyes, seems to ooze out of him like syrup. He’s good at that. At feeling trustworthy. But— “We still have a good twenty minutes until the fireworks. Come celebrate. For me?” There’s no mistaking the way he leans in to nudge your face up and puts on an exaggerated puppy-like pout. Gojo Satoru is anything but trustworthy.

But hard lessons are slow to stick. You find your mouth opening almost like instinct, sugar-coated tongue running over your lips as he waits. “Fine, until after the fireworks. Only ‘til then.” His mouth corners go a little more cat-like when the grin grows further, and he rubs his heavy palm and long fingers over your head with a soft chuckle.

“Right? You’d never leave your poor old, lonely uncle Satoru alone on a special day, right?”

The couch is abandoned for a slower sort of swinging around the living room once the clock starts getting close, and Satoru places another flute of golden bubbles into your hand— grinning as you move to the beat. Try and resist as you may, Satoru has given you much to be thankful for. The heat of his hand back on your head distracts you from the way the drink goes down too quickly, letting him pick your hand into his to pull you closer. “Have you ever slow danced before, pretty girl?”

You don’t get to say anything before you’re in his arms, hands to his chest and quickly sliding down to wrap around him instead, swallowing down the stirring heat that hits when he chuckles. You must be crazy. Must be. Your heart feels like it’s banging in your throat. But Satoru rests his chin on your head into the embrace, and swallows you up into his arms. And your throat burns like a raging fire yet again. It isn’t like that. It isn’t like that. You’re the one making it weird, and you know it. But you can’t help the goosebumps when he presses a kiss to your crown, or when he pauses to look down at you.

Grinning like he’s got the world in his palm, he leans in to almost brush noses with you. “This is kinda romantic, isn’t it?”

“Gojo Satoru,” you immediately feel the warmth flare up on your cheeks and ears, eyes going wide. But the grin is back instantly, and he chuckles.

“Alright, don’t get your panties into a twist.” The air of his breaths dusts over your nose when he stares, and doesn’t look away. “You’re so obvious when you want something. It’s cute.” He’s awfully, disturbingly pretty. However weird it is to notice that about your own mom’s brother… you never were able to lie yourself out of that conclusion.

The clock ticks loudly, counting down. But you can’t tear yourself away, blinking blankly at the way he gives your face a once over, before those eyes find yours. Glittering brilliantly, pulling at your sanity. You did always adore him. The first few fireworks go off loud in the distance, when your own uncle Satoru dips down and kisses you. You freeze. Warm lips and tongue pressing into your mouth- he full-on kisses you and runs a hand along your neck to pull you into him. A muffled squeak makes it’s way out of you, warm tongue getting to taste all of him. You- you don’t stop it. When he pulls back, his mouth lingers over yours, and that devilish mouth whispers, “happy New Year, baby,” without any ‘sorry’s.

+

The flowers are already starting to bloom in the colorful pots that swing outside the windows when you nurse your own cup of tea, and don’t bother lowering your eyes when bright azures meet your gaze. There’s something there that tingles your tongue, faint memories biting at your conscious, but too swift to grab hold of. You can’t read him anymore. It makes the familiar glint in them feel anxiety inducing. The gaze shifts, and you feel your spine relax. All tall, perfect, unfairly casual grandeur of him goes back to entertaining your cousins and Megumi— and your attention is finally allowed to shift back to your mom.

“Deary me… That child seems like he’ll never grow up,” she softly chimes, turning your way to take your hands, “I bet you’re twice the adult he is.” Her slight frown is one of fondness though, of care and concern; all of which only makes your stomach drop further. Your mom’s so enamored with her tight-knit little dream of a family. She’s completely unaware, too. Of the deadly, treacherous words that your mind whispers to you when it knows no one’s watching. Your mother’s warm smile remains. “If you ever decide you can’t keep up with him anymore, you’re more than welcome to move back home, honey.”

“I know, mom— but I like Tokyo. I like my friends here, and- my job’s here, and I like my job.” Her hand makes an encouraging circle over the back of your hand, and she nods.

Her warm smile doesn’t keep away the cold flare that travels down your back though. “And you also like Satoru, for reasons I still can’t wrap my head around.” Her look over in his direction has you resolutely studying your lap instead, as heat travels back from your chest to your face. “Even when you were little, your uncle ‘Toru could do no wrong. It was infuriating at times…” You try to put on a smile when you feel her eyes return back to you, and let the cup bear the brunt force of your anxiety. “Now I just think it’s sweet. I know I couldn’t deal with his antics anymore, for even a few days.”

“He’s…” You trail off before you can even get started, and let your tongue swipe along your bottom lip to get rid of the pesky memory again. You feel like your moral compass has been compromised. Your stupid little crush was meant to go unacknowledged, and fade. No one was supposed to be any the wiser. Satoru was never meant to do wrong. He’s -what- exactly, you try to ask yourself. Sneaky? Childish? The reason you can’t look your own family in the eye without blushing like a schoolgirl?

Your heart blooms when you catch a glimpse of his smile as the beer bottle brushes his lips, and he finds your shape again across the room.

Before you get a chance to look away, uncle Satoru’s already calling your name again with that sing-songy tone that’s got you hooked; and pulls you out of your seat with a few slow blinks. “There’s my favorite girl.” He swings an arm over your shoulders, and invades your senses yet again. “It’s getting a little too stuffy in here for your liking, hm? Mind if I steal her for a while?” His sister barely gives him the tiniest of eyerolls before waving you both off. And the white-haired force of nature doesn’t even stop to ask you. He knows he’s right.

Before long, the glances of family get captured by other things, and the honorary member of your family gives you a knowing look that you mirror. Not that Satoru would let it stop him if he saw. You only just look away from Megumi’s grimace before you freeze into place. There’s the tiniest of kisses to the skin behind your ear where Satoru whispers in your ear. “I was really missing you, baby.” There’s a heat that spreads all over you as he continues, barely hiding his affections. “Whenever I see you… I just wanna…”

Your eyes go wide when you turn to stare at him, then quickly around at the rest of the guests. Luckily, everyone seems too preoccupied to notice the way he wraps his arm around your waist to steer you towards the front door. “What? I wasn’t done.” he chimes, eyes glinting over like the Chesire cat, “I wanna come annoy you, is what I was going to say.” Alarm bells should go off. You want them to signal your disaster. But no such thing happens, and the way his lips almost drag over your pulse makes your entire body feel like you’re filled with static. “You know uncle Satoru loves you. Step out with me for a bit.”

+

The miserable drum of rain has no way of drowning out the thoughts in your head. A heat-caused thunderstorm should just be a minor inconvenience, but it feels awfully telling about your current state. The string of messages of Satoru’s latest -what you can now assume is- ex blink back at you as you check the time again, and sink deeper into the couch. The apartment always feels a little too cold when you’re here alone. And sure, you’ve been living here too, but you’ve been on your very best behavior all this time. Taking up only the space he was willing to give.

So you sit in silence as the room gets darker and darker, and instead of checking up on work mails, you let the icy silence of the apartment sit beside you. The messages weren’t exactly frantic, but— the door clicks softly across the room, and the pitter patter of the rain on the skylight grows even more impatient. “Uncle ‘Toru,” you breathe as he drags his wet self in, only to suck your bottom lip into your mouth.

There’s only a few times you’ve ever had the displeasure of seeing him like this. One was the first summer his best friend vanished into thin air, a shallow copy of your beloved left behind in its wake— and every few years after that. It drains all the color out of him, squeezes until there’s nothing left.

He looks drunk. He smells drunk too. But you still cross your arms and straighten your back, swallowing. “Ki-chan was worried about you. She says you two broke-”

“She’s right.” Satoru drops his bag by the tv, and unceremoniously kicks off his socks in the middle of the living room, slauntering towards the couch.

“Is that why you’re like this?” Your worry is undermined by a harsh snort and an equally unamused chuckle, before the white-haired man comes to a halt before you.

“Don’t be stupid. You and I both know it’s not.” His eyes are usually like the ocean on a summer day, bright, all-consuming, and peaceful— there’s nothing there when they land on you now. Just the dark, dreary image of a cloudy, uncaring vastness. “Get up, I’m trying to sleep here for the night.”

“I’m not leaving.” You’re not sure if the slight tremble in your voice is self-inflicted, but do your best to bite through the electric tension. “She also said that you’ve been saying all kinds of things that make no sense. Things about— me. And that’s why you guys broke up. She’s worried that you might try to do something to me.” Gojo Satoru is a lot of things. More things than a man with his constitution should be, all in all. Your light breath cuts the tension just enough for you to speak up again, staring up at him from your increasingly vulnerable position on the couch. “Well, will you?”

“Get up.” Before you have another chance to ask more, he takes you by the arm and pulls you up out of the couch in a split second, leaving you stumbling back. “Run off to your room now.” Smart, coherent thoughts leave you. Satoru looks like he’s hurting. Those long, white lashes and blue irises are no longer bright and understanding. They frame a simple look of distaste at the sight of you, and your rapid heartbeat falters. “I said, now.” As your tongue brushes your lips you search for something— anything— to say, but it seems he doesn’t want to let you. With large steps, he walks you back by your collar until your back hits the wall, and you stare up at him.

“Isn’t it bad enough that I already want you? What more do you need?” The cold, still wet touch of his thumb brushing your collarbones tingles down your entire body. “Tell me off. Hit me. Do something.” He’s basically begging now, through hard glares, teeth and a raspy voice. “Tell me off for treating you like this.”

You think you should. But all that you manage to say is a soft plea, eyes searching in the dark. “Uncle Satoru, I- I’m sorry.”

“Baby.”

His grip makes your shirt dig uncomfortably into your neck, but you barely feel it. Instead you raise your hands to cup his face, watching how the furrowed brows straighten out after only a few tight breaths. You mumble out a breath of his name, and allow him to pull you closer to his body until you’re pressed to his chest, face hidden against his collarbones. Until he leads you to look up at him and lets his lips brush over your eyelids, and the tip of your nose. “Your mom would kill me if she knew.”

You know him to be right. And still, you let his mouth meet yours. Meet and claim your tongue, hiking your one thigh up to allow him to melt against you. Rolling his narrow hips just a little too effectively against you. It’s way too much all at once, hot and cold meeting in the dark where his body grinds against you. You shouldn’t… allow any of this, right? But it feels too good to stop. Satoru clearly thinks so too when he grunts your name against your mouth, and his crotch rubs into your center.

It’s not hard to know what he’s thinking about as he drags his lips down the soft of your throat and sucks kisses into the skin. His strong fingers slide under your shirt to anchor at your waist, and leave goosebumps all over. “My pretty girl,” he ends up mumbling as his tongue makes shapes at the base of your throat, “you’re all mine. All fucking mine. Mh- never gonna let anyone have you.” It feels so good. Hearing that, however distorted by the moment— makes you feel like you’re floating. So much so, that it scares you. To think anyone would have such power over you.

Satoru goes in for another kiss, but you end up sliding out of his arms by mere chance, panting and shivering from the wet hands all over you. You take one single deep breath, and rush off down the hall.

+

When you sit at dinner the next day, rolling your veggies around your plate as you cast him weary glances from under long lashes, Satoru doesn’t falter. Doesn’t even blink out of place once, like the night before was just a dream. You’d really believe the slight ache of a hickey at the base of your throat to be an unlucky bruise, if you couldn’t notice the faint glances your way. After a while, his telltale grin slips back on when you startle at his voice, and he points his fork towards you. “You’re acting weird, you know that?”

“I- I’m acting weird?” Your voice pitches up almost comically, and his gleeful chuckle has your heart racing despite yourself. “W- about yesterday-”

“I’m taking you somewhere tonight.” Though the interruption should annoy you, he looks so content and smug as he stuffs the last of his food into his cheek, that you can only frown. His hand runs through his mess of white hair, noisily smacking his food as if to make a point. When you don’t immediately respond, he nods to himself, before leaning in. “I woke up with the worst headache of my life, I’ll have you know. But I’ve gotten over myself, I promise. And now I just want to hang out with my favorite niece.”

“Only niece,” you end up parroting, clenching and unclenching your hands into your skirt. “Where do you wanna go?”

“Call me ‘uncle ‘Toru’ again, and I’ll tell you.” You never tell him no.

As you walk through the hall with slow steps, the light falls like broken petals through the paper walls and casts everything in a hazy glow. For all your protests, uncle Satoru follows close behind, chirping all kinds of encouragements, giggling most of the way through. The lazy patterns he draws on your shoulders with his thumbs, or the brief brushes of his nose along your cheek, kisses behind your jaw— it all should make you feel a lot guiltier than it does. Instead you’re just wound up, skin tingling with every touch the longer it lasts.

“Are you gonna tell me why we’re here now?”

He hums that melodic agreement, before pointing you towards the rather familiar door at the right. “If you go in there, I will.” At your slight frown, he only presses on. “I promise. Come on, trust your favorite uncle.”

“You’re not my favorite.”

His voice grows low as his lips brush your ear, and those strong arms start gliding down the sides of your back. “Liar.” The kiss that is pressed to your pulse is slower this time, humming in your throat and making you swallow your words. His mind hasn’t changed after you ran out. Instead of focusing on that- on him, you reach for the door and slide it open, finding your and Satoru’s room barely changed at all. His hands come to press at the sides of your hips, long fingers trekking all over the skin he can reach. “I’ve been thinking for a while now…” His playful voice dips a little lower, and your breathing grows slower and slower. “I always meant it when I said you were my favorite... but-”

“But it’s a little different now, hm, pretty girl? When did you change so much?” Those hands that start sliding up along your thighs to hike your skirt up to your belly, and though you try to keep it down with a little breath, he denies it. “You don’t like it? That I wanna see all of you?” The little hum to your soft throat makes you feel like you’re charged to the brim, crackling each time he moves. It’s unbearable, and yet, you couldn’t move a muscle if you tried. “Tell me that I’m a bad guy.”

You can’t focus on anything. His nimble fingers toy with the edge of your panties, and the puff of his breath sends a shiver down your neck. “W-why’d you take me to our old- ah- place?” Satoru doesn’t wait for you to catch up before the frilly fabric drags along your thighs. Your awfully wet underwear lands around your feet, and he leans in to nudge your face to his. Kissing you over your shoulder as his body covers you from behind, and his waist pushes up against you. His tongue steals your attention away from his hands just long enough to lose track of them before they’re on your tits, squeezing them and making your cunt clench in anticipation.

“Because I wanted to prove something.” He rolls his clothed waist against your ass and makes that awful feeling even worse, forcing a whimper out of you. And that mind-numbing fucking laughter returns before his hands start moving to your center. You’re not sure if you want to push him away or ride his fingers with the slow drag of rough fingertips along the inside of your legs— not that it’s up to you anyway. “You’re no longer that good girl that’d idolize uncle Satoru, right? You’ve started thinking about other things when I’m around, hm?”

Fingers slide through the embarrassing amount of wetness between your legs with another noise from him, pressing his hardening cock harder against you and grinding it against you- and you have to fight the urge to just get face down on the floor for him. “F-fuck, baby, you’re already dripping all over my hand. Does uncle ‘Toru turn you on?” Two prodding digits slide into your clenching hole as he grins against your cheek, and his free hand meanly pinches a nipple. “C’mon, tell me. Tell me how much you like me.”

“Mh-ack, I- li-like you.” He goes to pull his hand back but you reach for it, and push it back inside to have his hand palm rubbing up against your clit. “A lot, I like you a lot! Please.” The curl of his long fingers inside you is enough to have you shaking, leaning back against his chest with one shoulder, and hanging onto his wrist. It doesn’t take much to have him smiling into the hickey he’s sucking under your jaw, and fighting back your resistance just enough to start pushing another finger inside. The slight ache is almost instantly replaced with the pleasure of having your clenching pussy filled so full. Everything blurs a little when you reach back for him for support, and his strong hand fucks smoothly in and out of you. “Mhm, ah, ah, I love my uncle Satoru. Sa. To. Ru.” Slick runs down your leg and makes his entire hand sticky, and he hums in agreement.

“That’s a good little niece. Love riding my fingers like this? You’re shaking, baby.” He knows what it does to you, must’ve known for a while, when his voice is pressed to your skin— it leaves you a mess. You try to respond, but your tongue gets all tangled, and you can only whimper and nod as his fingers fuck right into the spot you need them to. Your back curls against him as your legs get shakier, and your poor clit is grinded against his palm until you can’t focus on anything else. It feels so good. Good, good, good, good~ You want to keep riding his fingers forever.

“Lay down for me,” he rasps when you really start rubbing back against his hand, pussy so messy and full and your lips glossy with spit— and you almost cry when he starts pulling back.

“No, no no nonono, uncle Satoru, please. I’m close,” you squeak, only to allow him to push you down by your shoulder and watch as he slots his fingers between pink lips. “Hm- I- can I cum? Please?” Your thighs rub together as you lay down, and Satoru kneels before you to pry them open wide enough to fit his shoulders between.

“Shh, lift your ass,” he quickly chants, getting comfortable between your legs as his hands pry you open, “let me taste my favorite pussy the way I want.” His devilish mouth is on you before you can register it, hot and instantly too much. Your puffy clit is laved in licks and sucks that hit the spot just right, and every nerve end fires in a way that no one else could ever accomplish. His hums and the brilliant glint of his eyes as he watches you tear up and moan, lifting your ass closer to his face as his tongue licks and fucks your dripping pussy. He laughs when eating you out so good your eyes cross, before latching his mouth around your overstimulated nub for real, and sucking the light out of your vision.

Your legs shake before you’re clenching them around his head with a long, high-pitches whimper and a string of moans that roll through your body— and Satoru just keeps going, until you’re twitching and you try to push him away. Your breathing is rapid and shallow as you blink the black spots on your vision away and loosen the grip you have on his hair, but your legs still shake as he brushes his thumb over your pussy without pity. “That’s one. Wanna see how many more I can get you to?”

“No,” you immediately squeak, making his smug grin grow even wider. “I wanna… first, wanna have you- i-inside.” Admitting it is different than thinking it. And you’ve thought it, too much to count- but it still heats your cheeks and ears upon seeing the way Satoru’s lashes flutter a little, and he pushes his pants down to take his flushed cock out.

“Yeah? You want your uncle Satoru’s big cock inside you?” His hand wraps around his thick length with a little hiss, sliding his hand over the swollen, dark pink tip as you watch. “Say it properly, and I’ll give it to you.” You roll onto your side to yank your shirt up over your tits, and impatiently shake your ass as you whine out a noise that barely seems to register as you. But you can’t help it. The buzz from your orgasm only made your belly hotter, slicking up your legs and ass and dripping for him- as he sits up on his knees so slide his pants down further.

“Satoru~ please.” His hand moves up and down a few times as he raises a brow, and knocks away your hand when you try to touch yourself. “Please, please, puh-lease~” Your voice cracks when you lay back instead, and knead your tit as you try to pull him closer by wrapping your legs around him. “I want to have- uncle ‘Toru’s cock. I want to have my own uncle’s cock, I love my uncle- and I want- to be his personal pussy to use~” Tears spring up in the corners of your eyes, so you close them. “Now please just put it in. I’ve waited long enough-”

A little chuckle breaks up your begging before he kisses you deep and greedily, and suddenly the hot head of his cock pushes up against your sopping entrance. “Want it so bad you gotta cry about it? Poor baby.” He just about pushes in the slightest bit, and takes a slow breath to stare into your eyes. Pretty. So fucking pretty, all of him. “Sorry I made you wait. Uncle will fill this little niece's pussy up, don’t worry.” Then he pushes in with a slow press on your tummy that makes you blink back tears, as his heavy, hot cock breaks you open a little further, along with your sanity.

The smack when he bottoms out is a brief relief, before he pulls back and uses those strong legs to start really fucking into you, nose to nose. “Letting your own family fuck your greedy pussy like this, look at you. I’m a bad influence, hm?” The weight of him, the brushing of his pelvic bone to your clit, the grip on your thigh and brushing of your tits and every brief brush of his lips over yours is enough to have that coil pull back so tight in your stomach too quickly. You dig your nails into his muscular back as each pap of his balls smacking against your slick-covered ass rings out in the room, and the white-haired man hums. “Uncle Satoru’s your favorite, say it. That you’ll beg for my cock until you go hoarse.”

He presses his nose to your temple, and pants against you- fucking with a rhythm that’s taking the breath out of you. You’re already going to cum again. “Say that you want uncle Satoru’s kids filling up your belly, ahg- go on— mhm, that tight, t-tight fucking pussy.”

“Yes, yes, I want my uncle’s cum inside! My favorite uncle’s ruining my pussy!” you squeak, and then cry out against his neck. “I’m gonna cum again, uncle ‘Toru. G-gonna- agh-ughn- p-please don’t stop.” The thrusts get even deeper if that’s at all possible, lifting your one leg up to grind the head of his cock against your cervix with the position he’s got you in, and goes to cup your pussy. And even that slight touch is enough to have your vision going black and white, head blanking as another orgasm rolls over you and locks your leg around his hips— but the fucking doesn’t stop even then. “Agh-mygodI-ah, ahgh-nh. Uncle Satoru.”

It’s too much, you’re entirely too hot and sweat is rolling down your temple and his chest, but his cock still drives home over and over again like he’s willing to break you in half. You don’t want him to ever stop. “Hearing that filth coming out of your mouth- ugh, mhm, makes me want to keep fucking you forever. For eternity.” His waist bumps your overstimulated clit each time he bottoms out, ring of white around the base of his cock before he throws his head back and moans out your name. “You can’t ever let anyone know how much uncle Satoru loves fucking his little niece, okay? F-fuck. How much I love ruining that little attitude of yours.”

Your both knees are pushes to your shoulders as he moves up, pulling out just a second to fuck between the sloppy lips of your pussy. “Been wanting to fuck you since you moved in. Can’t help but get hard when you’re around. Bad uncle ‘Toru, right?” The head of his cock is so swollen and flushed and dripping with your mixed juices, and he stares at you through narrowed, perfect eyes as he pushes back in and watches his cock disappear into the hot clutch of your pussy, swallowing it up like a whore. His lip is pulled between his teeth as he groans, and fucks harder and faster into you like you’re barely a toy. “But I don’t care. Uncle’s gonna fuck this pussy every day from now on. My pussy. Mine.”

You can feel him in your throat with the way he pounds your pussy until you’re raw, squeezing your throat between his long fingers as his heavy balls hit you. And his mouth covers yours, tongues back together and spit messily covering your chin by the end of it. You don’t think eternity will be enough.

+

There’s some kind of failsafe inside every human, isn’t there? And yours is simply malfunctioning at the wrong times.

The woman hanging off his arm is lovely. Mina, you think it is. She’s smart and pretty and accomplished, and her hair has that perfect commercial shine as it bounces around her shoulders. And Satoru is laying on the sweetness thick, from what you can make out between the giggles and shiny smiles. Underneath the obnoxious shades hiding his pearly gaze from direct view as he makes quick work of scanning the beach. It sits in your stomach with an uncomfortable rumble. Even though you know… It’s for show. It’s all just for show.

You do your best not to frown when he looks back over his shoulder for a second to drag his eyes over you. “We should play beach volleyball!”

And a soft chuckle from the person by your side agrees when you can’t be bothered to. “You got it!” The blond is smart enough to give you a softly encouraging grin that makes you feel vindicated in your exasperation, before you stick up your own thumb. You have no intention of watching Satoru leave hot handprints all over her skin. The young man beside you clearly notices your hesitation, because he smoothes a palm down your spine to straighten you up a little, before blowing out a long breath that makes you smile. “You don’t have to if you don’t want to. I’ll keep him busy if you’d rather lay in the shade for a little longer.”

Kenji’s fingers softly brush along the small of your back, then teasingly slips them under the knot of your bikini, as his mouth comes to hover over your ear. “Or we could sneak away for a little bit and…”

“And get caught for indecent exposure?” you giggle over your shoulder instead of letting him kiss you, and grab for one of the books that had gone untouched earlier in the day to tap it on his head. “We can’t,” you breathe with a smile, and watch as he takes that as a challenge. Really, you’re not one for fighting fire with fire. That’s Satoru’s play, and you don’t have any intention of mistreating anyone. But … the adoring gazes and personal attention does make the whole ordeal a lot easier to stomach. So easy even, that you’re down in the toasty sand with him above and your chest rising and falling rapidly for a few blissful seconds, before the volleyball hits the both of you on the sides.

Your eyes snap over to the head of white hair when he clears his throat, and holds his hands up in mock apology. Serene, picture-perfect smile plastered on his handsome face. You click your tongue, and you can’t hold back the angry echo of his name in your head as he walks up. “Sorry, sorry, my bad! You guys coming or what?” This whole song and dance is just— so frustrating. Despite your best effort to keep it in, a slight tick in your brow still makes its way onto your face.

“You guys start without me,” you breathe after a few seconds of staring Satoru down, allowing Kenji to pull you up from the sand to dust you off. “I’m going to go grab the sunscreen and the coolers from the car.” Kenji makes an attempt to stand, but you wave it off in favor of putting some space between you and the tallest as his crystal eyes drill holes through you. “No, I got it. Thanks though.”

By the time Satoru’s “girlfriend” walks up and slips underneath his arm, he raises a brow your way, and the glitter in his eyes makes you convinced that he knows just as well as you do. You do your best to ignore him — them, but you can still feel the sting of him appraising you through those stupid shades. Asshole. You swing your hips as you walk away, kicking up sand every time your slippers bounce up.

At least the short walk allows for a moment to cool off, and collect your thoughts. There’s no sense in getting fed up. He’ll just get home and start cracking jokes like always, pretending like he didn’t do something wrong in the first place. Nevertheless, you allow yourself only a short sigh and admittance of defeat in the little game you play as you click the trunk closed again.

Before you turn and walk into a solid chest, almost scaring you skittering back against the hot surface of the car. Large hands descend on you, one to wrap around your waist and the other covering your mouth- before he leans down further into your space. “So, so grumpy all the time.” Uncle Satoru’s rough handpalm slides down to grab a handful of your ass before he lowers his face to yours into a languid kiss, tongue tasting vaguely like strawberry as he drags it over yours with a hum. “Stop trying to make me jealous.”

“I’m— I’m not! And ‘m not grumpy. I just don’t want to see you,” you end up breathing out, wrapping your arms instinctively around his broad shoulders when those long fingers start toying with your pussy through the awfully flimsy fabric. “Satoruuu~”

His chuckle is matched with the impatient way he rubs two fingers up and down along your slit, and slides his other hand down your smooth stomach to start peeling it all off. “Call me uncle Satoru, c’mon baby. You know what I like.”

You barely have a chance to place your hand over your mouth to keep quiet as he noses your bikini top out of the way to drag his pink tongue languidly over your puffy bud— and those baby blues find you through wispy, white lashes. “Uncle ‘Toru, unc-cle ‘Ru— You’re gonna get us caught.” He sucks part of it into his mouth and leaves a mean mark with his teeth, before grinning.

“Hmm. I don’t care.”

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[snazzyturtles]

“Innocent”

bokuto x f!reader, nsfw, mdni

bokuto kotaro’s biggest fan catches his eye, and he decides he has to have you

wc: 7.1 k

tw: strangers to lovers, virg reader, anal tease, titty sucking, mating press, unprotected, creampie, implied squirting, bd/sp, bokuto is VERY straightforward and confident while reader is a blushing mess, pet names (klutz, sweetie, darling, baby, little fan), bokuto likes teasing sO much, he bites you like once but it’s not bad

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thinking back on it, you could have never imagined yourself in the place you are now. what started as tagging along with a friend to a random volleyball game one weekend slowly turned into a hobby. a habit. one you couldn't shake off or ignore, because you just kept feeling like you needed more, and one team filled that want.

the msby black jackals were an amazing team, filled with wonderful athletes that were great at what they did. hinata, atsumu, meian, kiyoomi- they were all incredible. you were a big fan, loving to watch them compete. but one player intrigued you the most- bokuto kotaro. he was an astonishing player, and while watching their competitions, you couldn't keep your eyes off of him. for more ways than one. 

after the game, you walked down and greeted him while he was walking away, meekly asking him to sign your shirt. he was cheerful, happy to see that someone admired him after the game. 

“of course!” he chuckled, “didn't know I had such gorgeous fans.” he gave you a friendly wink.

your breath caught, heart fluttering in your chest. did he really just say that?

“i... ah... th-thank you.” you stuttered out, a blush spreading your face fast.

he chuckled softly, “oh, you're very welcome.” his cheerful expression turned into a flirty smirk.

“and what's the name of my favorite fan?” he smiled.

your blush got somehow even deeper, ducking your head down so he wouldn't see your flustered face.

“… y/n,” you replied, low and quiet.

“y/n, such a gorgeous name.” his voice was smooth but playful.

you went stiff, almost forgetting to breathe. bokuto kotaro was complimenting you?

“i see we got a shy one?” he smirked.

“i... well…” you took a breath and looked back up at him. your voice was shaky. “n-not normally... i just-“

his expression was a playful grin, he looked at you in the eyes while speaking.

“oh what's this? you got a crush on the ace?” he chuckled softly.

lifting your head, you stared into his golden eyes, slowly nodding.

“i... um, yeah…”

his eyes widened and his voice became soft.

“o-oh well in that case, would you like to go get dinner after this, sweetie?” he smirked. “i think my favorite fan has just landed a date.”

your eyes flew open. his words caught you by surprise, not expecting that response.

“w-wait what? are you serious?”

“of course i’m serious. a beautiful fan like you couldn't be alone on a special night like this, right?” he chuckled confidently, looking you in the eyes- his voice was sweet and smooth.

“but... but won't you be busy? it's after the game, you have interviews and other fans to meet…”

he chuckled and stepped closer. “i’m willing to spare some time for a loyal fan.”

he grabbed your hand, his expression was cheerful. “i’ll pick you up in an hour then, how does that sound?”

you nodded your head quickly, “that sounds great.”

you gave him your phone number and address, suddenly so excited for what was about to come.

———————

the hour passed quickly and there was a knock on your door. it was bokuto, dressed in a button-up shirt and slacks, his hair was neat and his eyes were sparkling. he bowed.

“good evening, y/n.”

your voice caught in your throat as you opened the door to your apartment. you whispered under your breath, “i... i didn't realize you were dressing up.”

he chuckled. “i have to look nice for my fan.”

you were standing in the doorway, wearing the jersey he signed earlier and shorts that you could barely see underneath. you were dramatically underdressed in comparison to him.

“um... make yourself at home, give me one minute i'm gonna go put on something better.”

when his eyes widened as he noticed your attire, his voice became a bit raspy. “oh, um… alright, sure.”

he stepped aside and sat down in a nearby chair to let you change. you blushed deeply, then practically ran to your bedroom to put on better clothes.

you were rushing so much that when you went to tug your shorts off, you tripped and fell on the floor, hitting the wall and yelping loudly.

bokuto heard the sound of you falling and came running in, his gold eyes darted around and they focused in on you.

“y- y/n?” his voice was shaky, he seemed concerned.

“are you okay?” he started cautiously walking over towards you. “i heard a shriek and a loud sound, are you hurt?”

“ow.” you said under your breath, gritting your teeth as you rubbed your knee. “i'm sorry bokuto, i tripped when i was changing clothes & hit my knee-“

mentioning that was all it took for him, and he immediately bent down and picked you up. bokuto held you in his arms as he examined your injury.

“this is definitely a bruise, you'll probably also have a bit of a limp,” he frowned.

“you hit your knee on the wall?” he looked at the wall and back to you. “how fast and how hard did you have to trip to do that?”

you covered your face with your hands, turning into his chest to avoid looking at his face. you were embarrassed.

“i was trying to change pants and it got stuck on my ankle, then i slipped… sorry i'm a bit of a klutz.”

bokuto sighed. “what an adorable klutz.”

he chuckled and looked down at your face, his eyes were sparkling. “you could use some ice, but i have a better idea.” he smiled flirtatiously and started walking to the kitchen.

“I'll cook you dinner, makes it a bit easier so you don't have to do much. how does that sound?” he gave you a gentle pat on your head.

“b-but... you came here all dressed up... you made plans for our dinner tonight...” you looked down at the floor, avoiding looking at his face as he held you. “i'm sorry i messed everything up.”

he chuckled and kissed your forehead. “there's no need to apologize, you can't help being silly sometimes.”

he placed you on a chair in the kitchen and started cooking. it was quiet for a while when bokuto spoke again.

“hey, y/n. can we talk for a second?”

you looked up at him from where you were sitting, a bit confused about his question. “yeah, what is it bokuto?”

he looked at you for a solid 30 seconds before speaking again.

“do you like me?” he paused for a second, “like, like like me?”

he said this awkwardly, his facial expression was that of embarrassment mixed with hope.

a blush crept down your body, spreading further in your embarrassment.

“i....” squeezing your eyes shut, you blinked and then looked up at him.

“yeah, i have, for a while now. i was one of your biggest fans for a reason, and now all that's happening tonight is kinda firing it a bit more.”

bokuto let out a sharp breath and turned around. he definitely wasn't expecting that answer. he grabbed a cloth to wipe his hands and face. his expression was one of happiness, excitement and surprise. “oh wow, really?”

he chuckled happily and his eyes were sparkling, a bright smile appeared on his face. “i-i thought you just liked watching me play volleyball, but no, you actually like me?”

you quickly nodded your head.

“that's kinda why i've been so awkward tonight... doesn't help that i fell while getting dressed, and so now i’m sitting in an oversized jersey & underwear while watching you cook.”

bokuto chuckled and approached you, taking off his button-up shirt to reveal a white t-shirt underneath. he placed his shirt on your shoulders and smiled.

“here, wear this, it'll make you look a bit more... presentable.” he smirked. “and as for you, you are an adorable klutz, it's just part of why i like you.”

as he laughed and went back to cooking, you felt his shirt on your shoulders. his warmth was radiating against your body.

you blushed when he turned away, tugging his shirt tighter around your shoulders. “you think i'm adorable?” 

then you realized what he said.

“wait... you like me?”

bokuto was stirring the contents in the pot when he heard your question.

“hm?” he turned and looked at you with surprise. “oh, i was supposed to not admit that, huh?” he was smiling cheekily. “i like you a lot.”

your blush somehow got even deeper. “but-but we just met for the first time tonight? right?? or...”

then your mind clicked, and a shock wave passed over you. you went to almost all of the msby games, always wearing his jersey number. he was bound to recognize you from that.

“do... did you recognize me from the other games?”

bokuto's expression became that of a flirty smirk.

“yeah, how did you get such perfect seats every game?” he chuckled.

“i always saw you, so adorable in your cute little fan outfit. i couldn't help but recognize you.” he walked over and sat next to you, putting his arm around your back. “so... how does being my girlfriend sound?”

“i... what?” your head snapped to look at him, you were confused and low-key freaking out.

“you-you want me to be your girlfriend? but we just formally met for the first time tonight, bokuto.”

bokuto's flirty expression and playful smirk returned, “yes i do.” he put his hand on your shoulder and looked you in the eyes, his voice was soft.

“if you think about it, we kinda have been dating for a while. we would both make each other's hearts skip a beat when we were at the games together. and we always wanted more of each other.”

he was so close up to you, breathing right onto your neck. his voice was soft and sweet.

“i…” your voice was caught in your throat, you couldn't think of what to say. his actions and words were throwing you for a loop, and it almost didn't feel like reality.

“t-that’s not dating though… that’s lusting over somebody-” you cut yourself off in the middle of your sentance, because while yes, that was what he did, that’s what you had done too.

bokuto was so close to you, his eyes sparkled, and you swear you could hear his heart beating. he was holding your shoulders, his voice was whisper-quiet.

“i know this is all a bit sudden... but you looked so beautiful tonight, so I thought…” he kissed you on the cheek. “why wait, right?” he chuckled.

bokuto put his arm around your waist, pulling you to his chest as placed you on his lap. “now you're where you belong.”

you stared into his gold eyes, with an expression of fright and yearning combined. you hesitantly nodded your head, slowly leaning closer to him.

he smirked in a flirty and teasing way and kissed your lips softly. “you're mine now, aren't you?”

you whimpered, wrapping your legs around his waist as you sat in his lap. it all felt like a dream. nodding your head, you whispered against his lips, “i'm yours.”

bokuto's eyes widened, wrapping his arms around your back. “well aren't you the bold one?” his voice was full of excitement and happiness.

“i guess this also means you want a more ... personal show after dinner...” his eyes became that of a flirty smirk.

you stared into his eyes. you had a rough idea of what he was implying, but you wanted to hear it from his mouth directly. “what do you consider a "personal show?”

bokuto looked directly at you and his tone seemed serious, his voice was soft and sweet. “my favorite fan...” he gave you a gentle kiss on your lips.

“you're getting a special show tonight... a one-on-one performance from the ace himself,” he chuckled and smiled, “just for you.” his voice was smooth and it made you blush.

you squirmed from his words. “can't wait.”

bokuto smirked as he stood up, lifting you with him. he started carrying you to the bedroom. “well, my dinner's ready.” his voice was flirty and his eyes were shining.

he made a beeline to the bedroom and locked the door, carrying you to the bed and placing you gently on it. you stared up at him, scared and excited, waiting to experience his next move.

bokuto bent down and gave you a sweet kiss on your forehead, his eyes were that of a flirty smirk, and his voice was soft.

“you're too gorgeous to not get a special show from the ace...” he placed your hand on his chest, staring down at you. “so, i should let you experience the ace in every way tonight.”

looking up at him, your breath was growing heavy in anticipation for his actions. he was being vague, and it made you both anxious and turned on about the idea of what might come next from him.

he started moving his hands to the bottom of his shirt, his eyes were sparkling with excitement as you watched his hands creep under the hem. his voice was soft and sweet. “you'll understand soon sweetie...”

you held your breath as you watched him peel his shirt up and over his head. he had quite possibly the most chiseled chest that you had ever seen. defined abs you traced with your fingers, and big pecs that looked like they could double as pillows.

when you touched his body, your cold hand became warm from his body heat. he chuckled as he threw his shirt onto the floor behind him, not caring where it landed. his bare chest was in front of you, and his arms looked like they could crush someone.

“so, what do you think of the ace's physique?” his eyes were glistening and his voice was teasing as he waited for your reaction.

“gorgeous.” you whispered, staring up at him while your fingers lightly trailed the crevasses of his muscles.

his pectorals were huge, your eyes immediately drawn to them. so defined and sculpted, you had secretly loved watching them as he played for as long as you could remember. but before you could only see the impression of them, this was your first time seeing them this close, in person and bare. he noticed you staring at his pecs. he was quite proud of himself for his physique, and he raised his voice while laughing.

“i'm glad you like them that much, you'll have the chance to see them a lot closer,” he chuckled and sat down next to you. “now you should get comfy. i'll give you a second to get rid of that shirt and i'll start the show.”

you stared at him, your breath catching in your throat from his words. you couldn't move. you didn't know what to do, your body still in anticipation, waiting for his next actions.

bokuto looked at you with a flirtatious smile, the corners of his eyes sparkling and his expression seemed one of happiness and excitement. he put his hand on your thigh, his voice was soft and sweet.

“i can help you get that off if you wish,” he smirked and his expression showed that he was enjoying your surprise and fluster.

your eyes wide, you stared into his and slowly nodded your head. “o-okay. thank you bokuto.” you whispered out, feeling on edge from not knowing what he'd do next.

bokuto gently took the shirt off of you, loosely holding onto the bottom hem as he lifted the jersey up and over your head. he stared down at your body, looking at your beautiful, smooth skin and you heard him give a subtle gasp of air in his chest.

he smirked, “you never wear anything underneath, do you?” he said with a soft and teasing tone.

your eyes widened. you had almost forgotten about that. your cheeks started burning deep red from the blush spreading. 

“i... not sometimes...”

you heard him snicker. “so that's why I see your chest bouncing so much when you jump in the stands at my games.” bokuto gently traced your collarbone with his fingertips.

“and i always thought that was how you were trying to get my attention.” he chuckled. “my lovely little fan, wearing nothing beneath her msby jersey... who knew?” he was smirking at you and his voice came out almost like a whisper. you could see how much he liked seeing you blush.

your breathing was shallow, unsteady- you were more flustered than you could have imagined possible for the night. the star you’d had a crush on for years was now sitting in your bedroom, both of your shirts off, and he was complimenting your chest?

bokuto put his mouth close to your ear and whispered into it. “is there anywhere on your body that's sensitive? or makes you feel flustered? I want to find every spot.”

he said it in a low voice as his mouth was close to your ear, making you shiver. you snapped your head to look at him, without thinking of your actions before you did them. your mouths pressed together, and your eyes widened when you realized what was happening.

bokuto kissed you and pulled you really close, his arm around your back and a hand in your hair. the kiss was so passionate and it felt like your heart was beating a mile a minute.

bokuto broke the kiss after a few seconds and leaned back. he was breathing heavily and blushing.

“i… i'm-“ he cut you off before you could apologize for your mistake.

“no need for apologies. i liked it.” bokuto chuckled, caressing your cheek. “now, let me have you like you wanted me to earlier... a very personal show just for you.” he looked at you with a flirtatious smile. he turned away and began taking his belt off.

your voice caught in your throat. his back muscles were heavenly, making you wonder how they felt.

“b-bo?”

his voice became more quiet. “yes, my lovely little fan?”

you saw him take off his belt and he hung it off the bed frame. he was now just wearing his pants... and those pants were so tight on him. they highlighted his curves and he knew you were staring at his ass, but you couldn't help it. his ass had been one of your favorite things to watch from the stands, and now that it was so close in front of you, you had the potential to look at it in full detail. his body was literally sculpted.

it was almost hard for you to breathe with how incredible he looked, not believing that this was actually happening. “you... you look so...”

he knew you were staring at his ass and he felt the urge to tease you.

“you like it, don't you?” he smirked. “i'm glad, i'm glad you like what you see. i worked hard on keeping this body in shape for you darling.”

you nodded your head. you did like it.

he smirked and turned around, his pants making a loud noise as they hit the floor. he kept his eyes locked on you as he made his way to the bed. he looked amazing walking towards you, and you couldn't help staring at him. his muscles flexing with every step, the low lighting made him look gorgeous. and then you looked down…

you noticed his lack of pants, and what was in their place. a set of grey boxer briefs, tight enough that it didn't leave much room for imagination. you could see the outlines and shadow of his cock, and it made your breath catch.

bokuto smirked as he saw where your gaze went. he was proud of himself and he made it known. he knew he had your full attention. he was very excited for his little fan to have this.

bokuto put his hands on his hips and he stood still, making sure you were able to get all the time you wanted to look. he was breathing heavily and you could tell he was anxious as well by how fast his nipples stuck out in excitement. he kept looking at you, he didn't want to stop looking at you.

he looked smug, but you could tell his nervousness wasn't going away the longer you two stared at each other. you stood up slowly, walking towards him.

bokuto looked down and saw you approaching, surprised by your actions. he put his arms out towards you and was waiting for you to come closer to him, his voice was soft and excited. 

“c'mere”

as you stepped close to him, his arms closed around you, scooping under your ass and lifting you. bokuto smirked as he picked you up like you weighed nothing and he kept his arms around you. your legs were hugging his waist, your soft thighs brushing against his hips in a position that made him want to squirm. your arms were wrapped around his neck, his face so close to you that you could feel his breaths. he could kiss you easily.

“oh, you haven't fully earned that yet, darling.” his voice was flirty and he was making teasing noises. a whimper left your throat at his response, and you felt his cock twitch through his boxers under your ass. the sounds you were making turned him in, and he let out a loud groan.

“looks like you're very attracted to me,” he kissed you again. “but you want to see me more, don't you?” he kept grinning as he teased you.

“i…”

you couldn't form full sentences, couldn't speak words, couldn't think. everything he was doing to you was so much.

bokuto chuckled. “that's okay, you really are attracted to me.” he kissed you again and started leaning down to lay you on the bed. “just relax. i’ll do all the work here.”

as soon as you were laid down, he began kissing your neck and your chest. whimpers and whines escaped your mouth as he started to work his way down your neck, kissing and sucking at any skin he could find. you were sure there would be marks the next morning. when his mouth found your nipple and sucked it, your body tensed and you let out a yelp.

as soon as you yelped, bokuto took his mouth away and turned his head to look at you. 

“oh, sorry darling.” his eyes were sparkling with excitement. “is this your sensitive spot?” 

he moved his mouth closer but he didn't make contact, he just purposely breathed heavy on it. the air coming from his mouth made your skin prickle and your back arch. he seemed eager to find your most sensitive areas.

you groaned, nodding your head with your eyes squeezed shut. it was sensitive, but it felt so good. “m-more. please bo.”

bokuto smiled and his eyes became more excited from your noises. he kissed your chest again in that same spot, sucking over your nipple and biting it lightly. he seemed very happy to hear your noises of approval.

“oh, you like it, right?” he whispered the word "right" in such a soft voice, and he seemed to be looking for an affirmative answer.

you nodded your head quickly, “uh huh.” it felt so good to feel his mouth on your body, like nothing you could have imagined.

bokuto let out a content groan as he heard your moans and he kept going, his tongue making circles, mapping your skin, soft kisses across your chest and tummy. his fingers lightly trailed over the marks he made, making you shiver. he was looking for more sensitive spots as he kissed your skin.

making his way down your body, it was obvious you becoming more sensitive the further he got. when he reached your panties, he looked up at you. without saying anything, he gave a slow kiss on top of the fabric, and you let out a deafening moan.

bokuto noticed and his mouth became more soft and gentle. your moan turned him on even more. he kissed you on top of your clothed mound again, and when he pulled his head away he was blushing.

“oh, i'll just take these off.” his voice was teasing yet soft. you looked into his gold eyes as he stared at you while removing your panties. when you felt the air hit your core you gasped. he was unpredictable, and your body couldn't keep up.

upon seeing your reaction, bokuto pulled your legs close to your chest and he put his hand underneath your back to lift you. this made you two face to face, your legs squeezing around his back. his eyes were sparkling as he looked down on you.

“i think i'll give you what you want...” he smirked. he looked proud of himself, making you feel embarrassed yet excited at the same time. the new position made your bodies closer, practically wrapped around him, and you could feel his clothed cock poking at your entrance.

he noticed your body shaking, lifting closer to him with each breath, and his boxers were tightening a lot. his eyes were sparkling and he smirked again.

“I'm gonna be honest with you, darling…” he paused and you could see his confidence and pride go up. “I wore tight boxers... just for you to get to see…”

“y-you did?” your voice was high-pitched and shaky. you couldn't believe it. he predicted that you’d end up like this tonight?

he smirked as he saw your surprised reaction. “yes, my little fangirl, i wore it just for you.” he pulled his boxers down a bit and your eyes went wide. you could see his pelvic muscles, and the start of his happy trail leading to his belly button. you felt your pussy twitch in anticipation.

bokuto's voice was soft as he giggled while looking at you. “you think i like to tease a lot? you haven't seen anything yet…” a whine left your throat at his response and actions. he was baiting you for him, and you wanted more.

“please bo...”

bokuto chuckled and you felt his breath on your ear. “oh? you're getting really needy...” he looked down at you with a soft and proud expression. his boxers were barely pulled down, just to taunt you. it was so close to you that you could swear you felt the heat.

you looked up into his eyes, and whimpered, “please bo... i’ll do anything.”

bokuto smirked, “so, you want me that badly, don't you?” his voice was soft and the look he gave you was exciting and jeering. he placed his hand on your waist, the other moving to your ass, squeezing it.

“k-kotaro?”

bokuto noticed that you called him by his first name, and it turned him on even more. “yes darling?”

staring at him, another whimper left your throat as you felt his body shift on top of you, hiking your legs further up and giving him better access. “please,” you breathed out, your words barely audible and under your breath.

bokuto heard you and he smirked, “your words are too quiet, darling.” he placed his ear on your mouth and listened closely. “you have such a cute little voice though...” his voice was soft, the hand on your ass slowly moving up and down.

your eyes were squeezed shut and your teeth were grinding. his hands on you felt so good, you couldn't help it. you kept slipping down his waist from how much you were squirming, your feet playing with the waistband of his boxers.

bokuto was very much enjoying seeing you so turned on. he liked this kind of teasing a lot. your grip on his hips tightened and it made him twitch. “what do you think you’re doing there, darling?” he was biting his lower lip. in response to your teasing, he decided to do even more. staring into your eyes, he slowly lifted one of his hands to his mouth, licking his thumb before moving his hand down.

a gasp left your throat as you felt his hand travel lower, and his thumb press into your asshole. the feeling burned, not used to being stretched there, and his hands were so big. you yelped when you felt him try to move his finger, pulling at the sides and wiggling his thumb around inside a few times before removing it slowly. staring at you, he shook his head. “too tight.”

bokuto was smirking when he looked down at you. he noticed you panting, your hole squeezing around nothing. “oh...” his thumb started teasing you again, circling the rim while he looked at you intently. “your body is very sensitive here, isn't it?”

you were whining loudly. you wanted him, but he was being such a tease it was almost unbearable. “koooo…pleaseee. i-i want you in me”

he leaned in close to you and whispered in your ear, “you do?” he gave you a playful and flirtatious kiss on your cheek as he put his mouth on your ear to speak, “but... you're so innocent... it could hurt...”

“w-wanna try.. at least,” you turned your head to look into his eyes. “i want you kotaro.”

bokuto was blushing and he moved to look you in the eyes. “so... you do want me like that?” he was giggling and he looked like he was proud of himself. he moved his hands up your body as he squeezed you hips.

“i think this is your first time, right darling?” he whispered in your ear.

you nodded your head, squeezing your eyes shut. “y-yeah.” 

he chuckled and you felt his lips kissing your neck as his hands went up your body. he placed his tongue on your neck as he sucked gently, before looking back up at you.

“well... if it's for me... okay.” he caressed your cheek, suddenly sounding serious “you want me to be your first?”

“y-yes kotaro.” you stared at him, breath quick from his kisses and licks.

bokuto placed his mouth on yours as he gave you a passionate kiss for a few seconds before breaking it. “i love how you look when you're like this...” he started biting your throat and your neck to tease you and make this extra special for you. after he was proud of the line of marks he made on your neck, he sat back on his heels to look over you. 

the only fabric left between the two of you were his tight boxers, and you watched as he reached his hands into the waistband.

bokuto noticed your eyes looking at his boxers and he smirked as his voice became more serious. “oh?” he looked back and smiled. “do you have your eyes on an award?” he was teasing you and he slowly took his boxers down to his ankles.

when his boxers fell down, a sharp intake of breath escaped your throat. his cock slapped his stomach when it slipped out, and you could see it fully now. it was long, so thick, slightly curved up. his sack was fat and swollen, looking like they were filled and ready to explode. it made your pussy twitch in anticipation.

“you're... staring... aren't you, darling?”

bokuto made a teasing smile and put his hands on your chin, his head close to your face. he kept looking at you to see how you would react to his body and to his words.

you nodded slowly, then whispered under your breath, “...so big...”

bokuto was blushing from your words, catching him slightly off-guard. he looked proud but not too arrogant, like he'd been waiting for you to tell him this. he moved his hand to place it on your neck, his fingers slowly brushing along it. “what if it's too big?”

your eyes slowly drifted back to his,

“we'll make it fit.”

“oh?” bokuto whispered and he smiled again. “well, we'll see.” he got on the bed again and put his body on top of yours. his arms wrapped around your waist and he looked you in the eyes. 

“you really want it, don’t you?” he was still teasing you and he kept up the flirty smirk.

“y-yes ko...” you whined out, desperate for him. “want it so bad.”

he leaned down, suckling on your neck again. your skin was already so tender there from all the bruises he left, but he wouldn't stop. you could feel his dick rubbing on your tummy and it made you moan.

bokuto made a soft groan as he heard your words and he slowly kissed your jaw. his lips were soft and playful, he knew exactly what he was doing. he continued teasing you.

his mouth left your neck and he got close to your ear again, whispering, “do you know what comes next?”

he put his hand on your thigh and he caressed it as you nodded your head quickly, your eyes squeezed shut. you were ready.

“please ko, please”

bokuto was biting his lower lip, he wanted you to enjoy this as much as you can. his hand kept teasing your legs and his breath was filled with excitement. “then, say it to me.” he whispered in your ear.

you opened your eyes, staring straight into his. taking a deep breath, you said what you had been wanting to say the whole night.

“fuck me, kotaro”

bokuto was stunned. you really said that. he heard every word of it and it pleased him. his body was touching yours as he played with your hair.

“well... if you say it like that...” he gave you another kiss, long and soft. when your lips split, he looked back at you. “i’ll make you scream my name.” 

he suddenly grabbed your legs, hiking both of them up and over his shoulders. he had you folded in half, and you couldn't do anything but stare at him. you squeezed your eyes shut, anticipating what was about to happen next. you could feel his breath on your face.

your body was now in a position in which he could use it to his liking. you felt like you were in heaven and you were somehow even more sensitive to his touch. bokuto smiled with a proud and taunting look on his face. “you're ready, aren't you?” 

he was going to make sure that this would be a moment you would always remember.

you nodded your head, giving him permission to do whatever he wanted. 

suddenly feeling a poking at your core, you looked down to find him aligning the tip of his cock with your entrance. he slowly pushed in, your breath catching in your throat as you let out a long whine.

it burnt as he pushed forward. you weren't used to something of this size, your fingers being tiny in comparison to how thick his cock was. he was reaching deeper than you had ever been able to do, and you were mewling from the pains.

bokuto was looking at your face, panting as he started rubbing your hand. he looked worried. “i hope... i hope you like it..”

“i... i love it, ko.” you whispered between staggering breaths. it hurt like hell, but you wanted a taste of his heaven. he leaned down and kissed you, slowly and passionately, trying to distract you from the sharp pains.

“do you?” bokuto's eyes were sparkling and his voice was softer than ever now. he caressed your cheeks and kissed you again, longer than last time. “this is only the beginning, darling.”

with those words, you felt him begin to move. he started soft, pulling out until just the tip was left inside, before slowly pressing back in. after he noticed that you stopped squirming as much, he gradually started gaining a pace until he was pounding into your pussy. you could feel his balls hitting your ass with every thrust, the tip ramming deep enough that it kissed your cervix. 

his groans were constant and loud, and you could see that he was staring at you whenever you’d open your eyes.

bokuto kept looking at you. your face was so cute to him in the moment, eyes squeezed shut and mouth hung open. you could feel the weight of the tall, strong man on your body right now, pressing down to hold you in place. his lips were kissing your neck angrily again between his moans.

“ah- ohhhh.” 

“k-ko?” your breath was panting as you questioned his noises.

“oh, i know...” bokuto could see you were becoming too sensitive and he was loving it. he kept moving, snapping his hips and kissing your neck. “ah... oh... ohhhhhh.”

your breath caught in your throat with a whine, hesitating before whispering out the next words to him-

“…..m-more ko. harder.”

bokuto was breathing heavier now and you could feel his heart beat faster as he jerked his head up to look into your eyes. it was like you had him in every single way, this is the most pleasure and euphoria bokuto had ever felt. “you’re just saying that now?” his voice was shaky and his eyes glossed over. he was sweating, his head was spinning and his body was filled with adrenaline that was about to burst.

he stopped for a second to breathe and calm himself, before starting back, with more force and speed than before. he was pounding into your sensitive spots, and it made you whine louder. you could feel a knot forming in your belly, and you knew you were close to finishing.

“kotaroooo”

you whined his name out, almost as a warning to him. suddenly your pussy clenched and spasmed, squeezing him tight as you came around him. you were gushing, spraying around his cock and making a mess all over the sheets.

bokuto was smiling and he looked proud of himself. he could make you experience this for the first time, from him and only him. your squeezing was so tight around his cock, and it led him to the edge. his body began stuttering, his breathing was harder.

“b-baby i’m about to… ah..” it was almost a warning for you. “ohhhhhhh.” his eyes were closed, and he could tell he was about to finish.

his final grunt came, and a bite to your shoulder was the only warning for what was happening. his hips became faster, then suddenly stopped. you felt your center become warm, feeling him shoot his release deep in you, and heard him moan the loudest he had that entire night.

the room went silent, the only sounds you could hear were the fan above you two, his panting, and a few bird chirps outside. 

bokuto was still on top of you, caressing your face while breathing into your neck. you felt him pull out slowly, then felt his warm cum start to spill out of your pussy and drip onto the mattress. your breath caught in your throat. “i... you...”

bokuto was feeling weird, his body was shaking and he felt nervous. he didn’t mean to do that, but he tried to be brave and stay on top of you. 

“i... i made a mess...” he was blushing and it was visible on his face. he tried to cover it up by putting a proud look on his face again. “please tell me you liked it..”

your breathing was slow and shaky, trying to figure out what just happened. you couldn’t believe it. bokuto kotaro, you were his biggest fan for years, and now he had just released his cum inside you.

“i... i loved it, ko.”

bokuto’s breath caught. your words surprised and pleased him. he felt accomplished that you loved every second of that. he held a cute look on his face. “good…”

he kissed your forehead and your cheek, caressing your hair.

“now, you're not innocent...” 

he giggled at his own words. he was teasing you again, but his voice was soft and he held a smile.

you laughed back at him, he wasn't wrong. “yeah, i guess not”

this moment is like a dream for him and he just kissed you passionately again. when your kiss ended, he laid his head down on your chest, and you sat in silence for a minute before you spoke up.

“h-hey ko?”

he looked up at you, slightly confused.

“what happens to us when we wake up in the morning? you're still a big-time professional volleyball star, and i'm just a fan you picked up off the bleachers for a fun night...”

bokuto looked at you and his face went serious.

“if you want us to be nothing, then we can be nothing…” his voice was calm and his body was relaxed again.

“but...” he took a deep breath, as the thought flashed in his head. “...if you want to be more... we can be more...”

he looked like he couldn't believe he was saying this, that his mouth was speaking without telling his brain what to say first.

you looked deep into his gold eyes, took a deep breath, and then whispered, “what do you want?”

there was another long pause before he collected his thoughts and opened his mouth again.

“i-i want you… your voice, your eyes, i want it all..” he caressed your face and he had a slight nervous smile as he looked at you.

“when i wake up in the morning, when i close my eyes and i'm tired from practice, or when i want to escape the world's craziness, i want to imagine your face, your voice, your eyes. i want you with me all the time, i want you to be my love...”

you took a breath in, staring at him. your heart skipped a beat from his words. he wanted you like that?

“i... we can try that”

bokuto was looking at you and his face turned bright red. “really...?” 

it felt like his heart skipped a beat and was about to jump out of his chest.

“can i hug you now?” he was asking you, even though he already knew the answer was going to be yes.

you laughed, giggling at his reaction. “yes bo, of course you can.”

bokuto smiled happily and he hugged you tightly. it was a warm and cozy hug, him rubbing his body on yours to make it better. he sighed, and whispered out-

“i'm going to enjoy this...”

@tsukiran wanted me to tag her on this lol hope you’re happy

#haikyuu #bokuto x y/n #bokuto x reader #haikyuu smut #hq smut #hq bokuto #bokuto smut #bokuto kotaro #bokuto koutaro #bokuto koutarou #why do so many people spell his name differently #my first fic pls be nice #hq fanfic #haikyuu bokuto #haikyuu fic #bokuto x fem!reader #grace writes ✍🏻 #tw.creampie #tw.squirting #tw.virgin #tw.smut

[ragnviindrz]

revenge is sweet. / dottore x f! reader

info: you trick dottore into inhaling aphrodisiac, however that goes bad for you..

this content includes: DARK CONTENT, drugging, NONCON, porn w/o plot, syringes, use of scalpel, forced kissing, rough sex, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), creampie, mating press, breeding kink, forced pregnancy, bleeding, pregnancy mention lmaoo im not actually sure if what i said abt the position is correct :')

note: one of my drafts got deleted so i made this instead. this was kinda rushed.

any reblogs/support is accepted!! :)

"How did this happen?" He hissed, as he dropped the syringe on the floor. You look up to see his face, flushed red. He looked like a mess, it seemed your plan worked.

He turned away from you, but was unable to hide his erection. Though, as he turned back - he noticed your smug expression. Your smile could not get any wider as you see him practically fuming. It's like he has smoke coming out of his ears like those typical cartoons.

"Hah? So it was your doing? How stupid of me to get tricked by a labrat like you. That's fine, I have another test in mind. Female anatomy is so interesting. Hm.." He spoke, as he didn't seem bothered, yet he was.

Your smile dropped immediately, as your heart did too the moment he continued, "I wonder if I could get you pregnant. A mortal, and myself... What would be the result?"

His hands reached to you, though you couldn't do much; being chained against the examination mattress. Slowly, he pushed your nightgown up revealing your naked pussy as he pretty much took every of your belonging when he took you.

"Wait– stop!" You yelled, but he didn't - he removed his gloves pushing two fingers inside you and scissoring enough to try and get you wet. He leaned closer, staring into your eyes as he forcefully kissed you, shoving his tongue in your mouth as you let out tiny moans.

Your slick coats his finger, as you adjust taking his fingers. It was like your body was overjoyed at this, but he didn't really mind as you writhe and let out gasps and moans within the kiss.

He pulled away from the kiss, string of saliva connecting the two of you. "You taste delicious.." He pulls his fingers out of you, tasting your slick.

"I believe you're ready now." He hums, as he tugged his pants down, letting his leaking cock slap onto your stomach.

"No way, Dottore.. That won't fit– please!" He doesn't answer as he removes the chain, pushing your legs and practically folding you in half.

He pushes the tip inside your slit carefully, stretching your pussy out and he muttered, "We'll make it fit, then."

As soon as he finishes his sentence, he shoved all of his girth inside making you scream in pain. He had barely prepared you to take his huge cock, and you weren't wet enough.

You blacked out for a moment, until he slaps you awake, and in that minute you've blacked out he has grabbed hold of a scalpel, tracing it against your skin, cutting just enough to make you bleed, but not enough to harm you seriously. "So.. fucking pretty."

He thrusted in and out, as you let out gasps of pain and pleasure - your blood coating his dick but he didn't stop. He got faster and faster, as he licked the blood from the cut he made earlier.

"Did you know that the position we're in.. Is the most effective for when a man is trying to get a woman pregnant?" He groans in your ear, as he pounded your pussy. "Luckily for you, I'm close, so stay still. Okay?"

His thrusts got more erratic, as he tries to chase his orgasm. His fingers found itself on your clit, rubbing and swirling his fingers creating a circle motion.

"Please.. Hgnnh..~ Pull out.." You plead, but your plead goes in his ear and comes out the other.

"I beg y–" Your pleading was stopped as he forced an orgasm out of you, your slick coating his dick and stomach. You tightened up even more around his cock, making it impossible for him to pull out.

"You ask for me to pull out, but your body doesn't want me to. You're begging to be bred, girl. Don't worry, I'll give you what you want. After all, what doctor am I if I cannot provide you what you desperately need?" With that, he was balls deep inside you, filling your womb with cum. It was extremely hot inside you, whilst he rode his orgasm, his cum acting as a lube.

He pulled out of your cum filled pussy, as you felt extremely bloated. His white cum mixed with your blood. Dottore scoope the cum dripping out of you and shoved it back in, keeping you folded to avoid anymore of his cum spilling out.

He let you rest for a bit, until the five minute has passed - and he stood above you, his cock erect once again.

"What? Didn't think we were done, were you? It's only begun after all."

first post, woo!! thank you for reading. :)

#genshin impact smut #tw noncon #tw: dark content #dark content #genshin impact noncon #cw.pregnancy #cw.noncon #tw.dark content #tw.noncon #tw.creampie #tw.pregnancy #dottore x reader #il dottore #dottore x fem!reader #dottore x y/n #genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin dottore

[ladythot]

Sikorsky who decides to be nice to his pet girl for once 👉👈 even gives her head and kisses her goodnight sleep a mimir

☇ tw: power imbalance, master/pet dynamic, abducted reader, creampie, special treatment, breastplay, foreplay, squirting, cumplay — all fem receiving

☇ word count: 3.2k

You weren't used to being handled with genuine care. Especially from him.

Leash and collar are your best friends. The moment he held the collar out to you, you lowered your head with gratitude. And once he fastened the accessory around the skin of your neck, your leash came hasped at the collar's hook next.

You had nothing to lose at the hands of a murderer as long as you understood his terms of keeping you alive; give up your humanity. Your freedom, your right, and every fiber of your being. Be his lapdog for a while until boredom eats him alive and you get to live. 

You reluctantly agreed out of fear and being his personal toy became your only purpose to live. Have you had rejected, your body lays cold at any ground without a pulse and you quickly came in heels with his ability to discard you any moment if he wanted to. He keeps you inside a cold room with little to no provision to help yourself. You eat on his hands as he distastefully makes you lose your own appetite of eating everyday which makes him pay less for a single meal. 

You sometimes keep yourself awake to live, afraid of what may seem to be possible as long as it's crucially done by him. You gradually lose your own mental capacity as your mind teetered down to its breaking point the longer he kept carving the shape of his cock inside your poor cunt like a fleshlight. Everyday, you get to experience numerous orgasms in one go—he never settled less for keeping your cunt filled with his own cum every time he's in profound distress—your skin is smudged with the color purple and chasmic red along with huge scattered handprints as your body staggered down to its limb. Your mouth was never left untouched by anything he could put in there, even your ass gets prodded once he figures your cunt rim's loosen up and there's no fun to that.

You never repudiated any of his actions either, your body just kept giving in whenever he had his hands on you. But your mind declined nonetheless.

It boggles him to think that the sight of your disheveled body is enough to make him turn down a new fresh one every time another girl would sell her body to him—you merely had him wrapped around your loyalty and obedience. He preferred you over anything when it awoke him that you're quite the only pet who took more than what he had to give. Whom he had taught well enough to know the right words to say whenever he needed to hear it, whenever he needed to mitigate his stress into your body, whenever he just needed someone to lay his head on and breath in breath out. There's only one pet he's had that stayed with him despite the many opportunities that passed her to escape from his control. The one who never had the moment to get on her feet and sprint at the nearest unlocked door or the guts for that matter and the last pet he's ever going to be claiming as his own little personal fucktoy.

As time passes, you become used to the life of being a cheap pet kept in a freezing cramped room under a building that only falls under his own acknowledgment. He would come home, a little drunk like always but you knew better how he handles his alcohol very well enough for him to remember how he would hold you by the head and fuck your hips.

"Master.." 

You called out, standing back on your feet from the cold grainy ground. You would come up to him, wrapping your arms around his body as you nuzzle your head against the softness of his chest. Like always, this is what he told you to do when he'd come home despite any state he's in. He places his huge hand on top of your head with a faint smile, seemingly pleased. Although, he wasn't usually smiling when you would do anything close to being affectionate like this. The only clothing you wore was an old ragged maid outfit he stole since you've been obedient and you deserved to have his consideration on giving you some clothes but still keep them a little skimpy for a toy.

"That dress is getting a bit dirty. Should we get you a new one already?"

He would chuckle lightly. You could smell the tinge of alcohol from his lips as he laughed but you could care less—instead, you were shocked. Out of all the things he praised you for, this was something new that made your eyes light.

He looks down at your figure, sliding a hand down to your rear as he opens his mouth and you immediately catched up to his unspoken hint. Standing on your toes, you stick your tongue out and slide it past his warm mouth. Your hands resting on his chest as you closed your eyes. He faintly smiled into the kiss, squeezing your ass as he let you suck his tongue. 

You taste the tinge of strong alcohol on his tongue as you scrunch your brows together from the bitter aftermath. You can feel yourself hazying into a clouded state the more you kissed and lapped at his tongue. He pulls away, peering down at your figure with a faint smile.

"There's a good girl.." 

His voice was nothing like the sober one you were used to. It felt warm and gentle to your eardrums as you looked up at him with your eyes slightly widened.

"Thank you, master.." Exactly like the words of gratitude you were taught to say at any given sentence he tells you necessarily.

His lips etched into a smile, rubbing your head as you let yourself succumb into the warm effect it had on around your entire head. Your half-lidded eyes stared up at him like a dog's pitiful stare at its owner whenever it wanted something; you wanted more of him. More of this side of his to show, if a pet is the last thing you'll be, it has to be something nice at your own expense—something you have always wondered whether he nurtured a soft spot for you for the past few months. Which, he did.

Sikorsky would Usher you on the only bed the cramped room had next to a coffee table, laying you down as he took off his coat. You could feel his eyes and how they never set off of your body, you could almost feel the yearning effect it had at the back of your head.

You soon prepared yourself, hoisting the frilled hem of your dress over your stomach then spreading your legs apart as you watched him undress between your legs. 

Once he finishes, he climbs on top of you with an intense gaze. His huge hand resting on your soft thigh as he kisses the side of your cheek, down to the old collar he presented you. He pulls away, scanning the collar around your neck as he gently unclasps it. This brought you another level of shock since the collar has always held a deeper meaning of his possession over you, in which, he would never once take it off and nor can you at your own expense.

"Let's get you a new collar also.." 

Sikorsky would toss the collar to the side then look back down at you, he scans the round of your neck, which had a chasmic rash of purple and red from the collar. He chuckled lightly, leaning in as he kissed the mesh of dark color around your neck. You perked up from the mattress, your neck hasn't been touched by anything warm since the collar was the only thing that hid your neck from anything that touches it. His tongue felt naked against your damaged skin.

"Master..~" 

You let out a small moan as he held both of your hands to your side, pinning you down on the mattress with firm pressure. The warm feeling of his wet tongue on your bruised neck made it feel like It was burning degrees down. You arched your back, closing your eyes while you let out small moans under him. His lips softly tugged your rash-burned skin as he hums next to your ear, kissing your soft cheek once more before he hastily goes down between your legs.

He doesn't say anything but you get the point. He hadn't eaten you out, never once. But he was generous enough to plan on giving it to you now; He would hold your soft thighs, spreading them apart as he tugged your underwear off with his teeth. You were already quivering above, your thighs trembled from how new and exciting it felt for you and you looked down with a look of thrilled anticipation.

Sikorsky doesn't look up just yet. He paid attention to your perked cunt as if he needed to. He lowers his head, sticking his tongue out to brush against your clit that made you throw your head back to the mattress—causing him to look at you. He smirked, bringing two fingers at your tight hole as he spread your folds apart then entering two digits. He'd let some of his spit drool down at your hole so that his fingers won't have to wait.

You moaned like a cat in heat. Your face beating red as you whined, his thick digits entering you abruptly as you felt your hole gape once again. After all, he's been too considering since the past few weeks—too considerate that he hadn't been fucking his toy. Your legs quivered from the sheer abruptness and pressure around them as he held them down so he could kiss your cunt at full view. His fingers went straight then flat out inside your warm hole, curling at every slicked-filled nooks and crannies. He had fingered your tight hole once but never again after he saw how much you had your cunt tightening so much from it, he wanted to save it just so in any case you would beg him for it—but now, he was more than being generous for that.

You decided it's best if you don't place your hand on his head as you gripped the sheets while looking down with a lewd face. You grit your teeth as soon as he pushes your ass up from below and pushes his tongue into your cunt while he held your hips with a firm grip. His tongue scraped the warm insides of your hole, making him grunt a bit when he felt you thrust upward.

"A-ah..m-master..hahh-" your moans gave him a rough time with his stiffening cock as he discreetly humped the sheets while he held you. He could feel just how your warm flesh would clamp down on his tongue as more of your slick would coat his warm tongue inside of you. He grunts, curling his tongue upward as he stares up at you. He watches close with intent, his brows furrowed with complete resolve to burn the image into his head. His huge hands digging handprints into your soft thighs and only now he could take the time to appreciate how soft your body is as he frantically flicks his tongue inside. 

He places his thumb on your perking clit as he rubbed harsh circles, making you throw your head all the way back on the mattress as you clenched your teeth. Drool trailing down from the corners of your mouth as you moaned uncontrollably under his touch—he took this as a sign that you're close as he pressed his thumb harder onto your clit that sank all the way down just enough to make you squirt. You let out a loud high-pitched moan, covering your face. His jaw and mouth filtered with your slick as he grunted.

You felt as if you broke a rule or two. 

"I-i'm sorry..master..I-" you gasped, heaving your chest up and down as you apologetically spoke "I didn't..I didn't..know I was-" he sat up, his hands still on your trembling thighs as he brought his face close to your red and damped one.

"That's the first time you squirted that much, I like seeing you like that." he laughed hoarsely next to your ear as he gently moved both of your hands away from your face. His eyes would cascade down at your figure with a look of thrill.

Your eyes were watery, your cheeks smeared with your own drool and your face beating red as you pant under him. You looked away, chewing on your lips as you closed your eyes. You let out a small whine, making him soften his gaze upon you. It capered shivers down his spine when he looked at you—his cheeks slightly red, this was his first time taking in your form studiously after all. Whenever he would hold you like this, he only paid attention to his own pleasure. And now, he's at your mercy to show more.

"Don't hide your face," he grabs your face with a firm grip, turning your head to look at him. Your cheeks squished together as you furrowed your eyebrows, your eyes pooling out tears that struck his heart as you looked at him. "Look at me." He stares down, his eyes downing your form into the back of his head.

"I want to see you." 

You could see the sheen of your own slick slathered across his cheek once you slowly opened your eyes to look at him, you felt your cheeks burn as you let out a soft muffled whine under his hand. 

"Good girl. Keep your eyes on me." He gently placed his hand away from your damped face, sliding It down to your thigh as he positioned himself at your entrance. You shivered at the feeling of his hard tip as your soft folds gaped from the base of his cock entering your hole, you shaked and bit down at your bottom lip. His hand would travel back to your upper half, tugging the neck of your dress down where your tits would show themselves. He grunted, lowering his head down to guzzle one in his warm mouth.

"Master!!" You whined, arching your back upwards as you threw your head back to the mattress with a high pitched moan—causing him to moan a little as he places his other hand on your other tit, chafing it between his index and thumb.

"Mmh-" he would squeeze your ass with his free hand, occasionally taking glances at you from above while he violated your body. His hardened cock consistently plunges in and out of your cunt as he picks his pace up in no time. 

It was quite unusual for you to not hear him make you beg for your own release while all of this happened, but you weren't complaining. 

You gripped the sheets as you looked down at him on your chest. Your mouth agape where drool drips out constantly at his touch as you stick your tongue out. You couldn't even begin to comprehend how your chest made you more sensitive all the while he squeezed and sucked on it, causing you to shatter mentally. Your mind went completely blank as soon as he started to pound you into the mattress, causing you to let out moans that sounded like an animal in heat as you simply let him take you again. The only audible words that left your wet mouth was 'master' as you completely gave in.

"Good girl..you take me so well, it's what made me want you more." He whispered between kisses with your tit then went back sucking it with ease. His voice is deep and lusty with a hint of passion in it. His other hand at your ass holding you appropriately matches his hip thrusts—pull out and pull in, he could hear your cunt squelching around his cock as he pulls all the way out, then pushes inside you deeply in a steady pace. He grunted like a bull above you as he pulled away from your chest, leaning into your face.

"You would make a good wife from a pet, I must say. But I like keeping you like this..I like taking care of your body." He panted out, you could feel his thrusts getting more harder as he spoke those words.

"No matter what the others say, I'll always be the criminal I am-" he grunted, speeding up more as he grinned weakly. "I don't deserve a wife..so I made you a pet instead." He panted out with his hands on both of your thighs, hitting your weak spot. You couldn't even make out the words he just whispered. You rolled your eyes lewdly with your chin dripping with drool as you kept Cumming and tightening around his cock.

Sikorsky could feel himself getting close the more he spilled those words into your ear as he lifts your legs up to his shoulders, desperately chasing his own climax as he stared intently down at your lewd face while he slammed his hips against yours.

"A pet sounds better than a wife to me.." He chuckled through his grunting as he leaned in to kiss you. Your lower half cramping against your upper as he lapped at your mouth, you could still taste your own slick from earlier that smeared across his cheek. His thrusts become more erratic as you stagger below him, your mind refusing to think of anything other than the overstimulating pleasure he was providing you. He bites his lip, his hands squeezed your trembling ones while he pinned you down on the mattress. His eyes never left your face as he spilled inside you with one last thrust that reached the back of your cunt, earning yourself a loud groan from him.

He pulls out, your cunt leaked with his cum as it dripped down to your stomach. He smiles at this, placing you down as he climbs on your chest—his cock in front of you as he ushered you to open your mouth, his hand sneaking behind to work on your hole so he could shove the rest of his cum inside you with two digits.

You slowly pry your mouth open with your eyes clouded. When you open your mouth, he could see strings of saliva all over that caused him to grin. He places his tip at the pad of your wet tongue as he spills the rest he had to hold back just for this, making him grin wider. You furrowed your brows as cum dripped all the way down your throat—you swallowed his offer soon after as you watched him climb off of you.

He watched you catch your breath while he felt satisfied with his work. He would look at the mess he made on you and his grin would curve down into a soft smile. He would move a strand of hair from your face, leaning in to kiss your forehead instead of your cum stained lips.

"Rest."

#tw. master play #tw.power imbalance #tw.abduction #tw.creampie #sikorsky x reader #baki smut #tw.petplay #tw.mindbreak

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tw. noncon/dubcon, implied yandere, forced emotional cheating, virginity, service dom, coercion/manipulation, corruption kink, size kink, creampie, service dom! tsumu, degradation and praise wordcount. 5.5k

a/n. commissioned by a lovely person who wanted to stay anonymous, thank you so much for commissioning me and trusting me with your story, and i really really hope it delivers and you enjoy!!! this is kinda softer than my usual stuff but also still read the tws pretty please ♡♡♡ ya and ty and enJOYyy some tsumu

miya atsumu x fem!reader

“Come up, will ya?” he smiles, grabbing your hand and swinging the interlaced pair back and forth. You can’t help but have to bite back a tiny smile at the way his rougher hand links into yours, and butterflies still erupt any time his hazel eyes find you.

“Shin, I-” you sigh back, before quietly chuckling as he heaves you up onto the bleachers and tugs you along to slide in right next to the familiar face. Aran rolls his eyes, but you can tell that there’s too much fondness in his look to seriously mind the lovey-dovey shit— and really, you can’t help it.

Any girl your age would be expected to go all heart eyes when their boyfriend looks at them that way. “Happy now?” you ask as you’re pushed between Aran and the escape to the outside fresh air, void of all the sweaty teen musk and squeaking sneakers, and Shinsuke smiles ever so slightly at the sight.

“Yes, I am. Keep our long-suffering ace company for a bit while he patches up his ankle, won’t ya?” He’s already escaping down from the stands with the knowledge that you will, because if nothing else, you love watching the guys play. You’ve loved watching Shinsuke play ever since middle school, and Aran’s expression gives you the idea that he knows this too. Because he simply shrugs, and re-wraps the ice pack a little better around that wounded ankle.

“Aye aye, Captain,” you shoot back as he makes his way back to the court, and this time, he gives you that wonderfully cheeky smile that made you fall head-over-heels in the first place. “And you, you’re a third year. You’re supposed to be one of the responsible ones.” You give the tall ace to your side a side-eye as he laughs full and loud, and nods.

“Sorry, Mrs. Kita. It won’t happen again.” Practice continues for another half an hour in peace, as you joke around with your boyfriend’s best friend for a while, tossing the occasional stray ball back onto the court, but mainly, just watching the guys play. You didn’t use to have such a love for the sport. When you were a ball-girl back in middle school, you only did it because it was an easy extra grade on your report card, and kept you sort of busy during hours you wouldn’t have anything else to do.

But now, sometimes it seems as much your life blood as it is theirs. You probably wouldn’t have developed such a crush on the quiet, well-spoken boy with the fluffy tufts of hair that flopped about if you hadn’t kept with it, wouldn’t have dated him, wouldn’t have laid in the dark talking about what your life together might look like. Watched Shin grow into the person he is today.

You smile and wave as Shinsuke looks up at you yet again and throws back a wink, and a few of the guys follow his gaze. Familiar lazy gazes of differing shades of brown. But they stay quiet, for now, and the team captain claps his hands to call for a break. And the lankiest of your middle blockers groans and reaches for a bench too quickly, as everyone disperses. Aran makes his way down the stands for the toilet, Ginjima follows suit, and your boyfriend goes through the trouble to start collecting the balls with the same single-minded focus he always has while practicing. But before you can so much as manage to make it down the stairs to help him out, a familiar figure comes up beside you.

“Captain’s got it, I think,” Atsumu smiles as he comes to walk beside you, not the slightest bit winded despite having jogged up to you after an hour of intensive training— and blinks down at you with the self-assured grin you’ve come to expect of the star setter. “Yer still comin’ to our practices, huh?”

“Yes, Miya. Believe it or not, I actually like watching you guys play, ‘m not just here to waste time and gawk.”

“Whoa, doll,” the blond isn’t fazed, and simply throws up his hands in mock-defense, “I wouldn’t dare question the validity of yer visits. I mean, ya brighten up the place, really.” The comfortable way he swings an arm over your shoulder and leans in a little isn’t too far out of how he usually acts, and you do know that Atsumu’s pretty damn touchy with everyone. But his smile, and the way his eyes flick down your face with an almost grating intensity— will never stop feeling flirty- and therefore- inappropriate. Though you try to find something fitting to say, he’s already running his mouth again before you get the chance to.

“Would be even better if ya’d put on a shirt with my name on it and took some cheer classes,” he gloats, and the way he walks leaned into you keeps his face much too close to yours as you go to frown at him, “bet ya’d really suit the Inarizaki colors when you glare like that.” It sets you off, and he knows it does, because he’s dodging the way you go to swing at his arm with a chuckle before you get to, and catches your fist in his hand to squeeze it a little. “Hah, always so mean to me. Getting predictable, pretty girl.”

Your bottom lip is sucked to slot between your teeth, and you roll your eyes, shrugging off the other hand that he tried to ruffle through your hair. “You’re exhausting.”

“Sure is,” Shinsuke suddenly mumbles, tossing a ball at the setter that he manages to catch, before raising a brow. “That’s my girlfriend, Atsumu. If you would, please.”

“Ya got it, Cap’n. Of course,” he chants back with a sing-song-y voice, but his thumb still rubs another few circles into the soft skin of your hand before he goes to annoy Osamu and Suna instead. It sends a cold shiver down your spine, but he’s pulling away before you have the chance to really acknowledge the touch. And if Kita has any concerns about what he just saw, you sure as hell can’t tell, when he pulls you close and places a loving kiss between your brows. But you still have to force yourself to ignore the way Atsumu gives you a once over and -if you didn’t know the guy better than that- undresses you with his eyes.

+

Graduation should feel a little bittersweet, you guess. The party isn’t too wild, considering, but it’s still loud and a little over the top— so you confine yourself to the area further away from the pounding music and sip reasonably mild drinks while the rest of the team and their plus-ones take their best attempt at rattling Suna’s house off its’ foundations. It’s warm for a spring night, and sweat sticks to the back of your neck and chest from the earlier forced dancing you were pulled into. But now the pool table has been abandoned for the garden, and you take the few quiet moments to breathe.

Most of the guys will be moving on to professional level, a few of them to university, and another few have jobs lined up. Just last year, Shinsuke moved back out to the countryside, and Aran to Tokyo; and while you’ve all tried to keep up communications, distance really does play a big part in it. And now it’s all your turns… It’ll be safe to say you won’t see some of them again much in just a few quick months. The thought already fills you with a strange sort of nostalgia. You don’t get too much rest though, because a flash of blonde followed by an equally handsome, dark-haired copy filter back into the house. Atsumu brightens a little when he spots you, lazy eyes sharper and more calculating in the low light of the house. Of course he does, he seems to have a strange fascination with annoying you to bits.

“Well, pretty girl, ‘ve ya been abandoned by yer human defense robot?” His handsome face paints on a grin, with slightly rosy cheeks and ears, that almost makes him look a few years younger. Almost makes him look innocent. You know better though, and swallow down the want to give back some snarky comment that would surely have you in a battle of wits until someone puts a stop to it. And his twin… isn’t that person. You wonder how much he’s had to drink. Not that you’re doing much better, anyway. You can feel the buzz in your blood and the heat on your face.

Osamu’s hair is messy and fluffier than usual, probably courtesy of the girlfriend he brought and— with a quick glance around the room— has been left on her lonesome somewhere in the partying group outside. You pity her just a little bit, but it doesn’t exactly surprise you that the Miya twins aren’t the most consistent with their affections. The guys started having groupies all the way back in freshman year, and the years have only built upon that fame. The darker haired of the two puts a fist into Atsumu’s shoulder, before crossing his arms. “That’s our last Captain yer talkin’ about, stupid Tsumu. Show some respect.”

“Aw, Samu. I’m sorry, alright.”

You smile softly, and nod your head towards the door. “Not abandoned. He stepped out for a minute for a smoke,” you cut them off, knowing full well they could continue their bickering for hours if left to it. It’s not like you don’t like the twins. They’re obnoxious, and boisterous and hyper at the best of times, but they’re insanely talented too. You would like them, if not for— Atsumu feeling too comfortable hanging his arm over your shoulder to pull you in for a hug, heavy cologne mixed with a scent that is distinctly more him enveloping you as you freeze up. “Miya-”

“‘S gonna be weird without everyone ‘round, huh? I’ll miss ‘em,” he lowers his voice as he keeps your face into his chest, and simply out of a desire not to feel too awkward, you allow your arms to wrap loosely around his back. You give a little motion to be let out of the hug to nod, and smooth your hands down your pants.

“Yeah, me too.”

There’s a sort of glint in Atsumu’s eyes that seems like tenderness as he pats your shoulder, then smiles. “Well, a’least you’ll know me.” Your expression must give away your confusion, because he continues. “Yer goin’ to Tokyo uni, I’m goin’ to Tokyo to check out some of the teams there. It’ll be good. Don’t tell me yer just gonna ignore me when we’re gonna live so close together.”

You don’t think it over- Shinsuke must’ve told him. As the buzz washes over you and the music picks up outside, Atsumu’s large hands find your shoulders and he turns you around towards Osamu, who has already poured three large shots. “Oh, I don’t-”

“Come on~ for prosperity,” Osamu chants, his hand finding yours to unfurl it and place one of the large shot glasses in your hand. And Atsumu nods behind you, basically glittering from excitement. You’re normally a bit more -standoffish, by necessity- but the atmosphere of the night is light. And Tsumu’s hand on your lower back as he pushes you towards one of the chairs and sits you down is nice; even if you only realize a second or two after that he’s sat below you.

“Ya owe me a couple cheers at least,” Atsumu basically coos into your neck as he taps his own glass to yours. “‘Sides, I think Shin went ta go drop off some of the other guys, no need ta wait up for ‘em. Right Samu?”

“That’s what I heard, Tsumu.”

+

You don’t expect university to be the thing that breaks you, but the distance, the lack of communication, of support— all drag on you. You and Shin both promised to make it work, but he’s busy a lot. The farm keeps him occupied. At least- that’s what you have to assume when most of your messages get read and not answered. It isn’t like Shin, but then again, you suppose it’s a growing period. It’s natural.

More surprising than that is that through it all, Atsumu is there a lot more than you expected. The giant, prestigious sport center where he trains isn’t too far from your campus, but he still goes out of his way to swing by whenever he can to keep you company, which isn’t so self explanatory as you had hoped it would be. It’s not that you don’t make friends, or can’t make friends, it’s just that- after a few weeks- they just seem to vanish off of the face of the earth. Like they were never even there to begin with. You even catch some people purposefully avoiding you on campus as the year goes on.

But the workloads are heavy, and hard, so you sadly don’t have enough time in a day to worry about it as much as you would like to. You still have Atsumu, at least, and as much as you wouldn’t have wanted to admit it shy of a few months ago, his persistence about wanting to be by your side does slowly have you bending just a little.

“I swear it, cross ma little heart,” the blonde dramatically says while walking the grounds with you- on his free day- “am I not the best goddamn setter in the prefecture? What choice is there?” He runs a hand through his hair, then looks over at you to pout. “Make me feel better, c’mon.” Before you can really analyze the moment or how he looks at you with those warm brown eyes and too much fondness, his hand wraps around yours, slipping his fingers between yours with a strange determination.

You stop walking, and your school bag hits your thigh hard because of the abrupt stop. “Atsumu.” You’ve had this conversation with him about a million times. You are with Shinsuke. You have been with Shinsuke since middle school, and though dealing with the distance is hard right now, you promised to try. And he says he understands, and you’re making a big deal out of nothing— but it sure doesn’t seem like he does. “I am d-dating Sh-”

“Ya keep sayin’ yer dating, but where is yer boyfriend? Didn’t ya say he hasn’t been responding to yer messages?” Though he tries to keep his voice down, he doesn’t let go of your hand, and stares like he’ll burn holes through the shape of you. “Ain’t that proof enough?”

“I know Shinsuke, and you know Shinsuke. If he wanted to break up, he would say it.” You puff your chest out a little, and swallow, trying to untangle your hands from his grip. “He’s busy, and this is a transition period for us both, and I just- I want to make it work.” Atsumu seems to cling on for a second longer with a slight kink in his brow, but then he lets go and sighs, rubbing his hands back and forth through his lighter blonde hair with a groan.

“Fine— fine! If ya gotta hear ‘im say it…”

+

The irony tastes bitter. It stings with every swallow, really.

‘I think it’s not working out. I’m sorry. We should break up.’

You’re staring at the message for the nth time this evening, burying yourself in your cocoon of blankets and an almost empty back of chips yet again. You must’ve breathed it into existence, right? There’s no way around the timing of the message, and the sick way it churns in your stomach. You’re halfway towards another crying fit when Atsumu plops himself down onto your bed and grimaces. “Put that down,” he mumbles, snatching the phone out of your hand despite your glare, “you’ve been cryin’ all fucking evening. You really wanna do more of that?”

“I didn’t ask you to come over,” your voice is a murmur, pinched and sad and tiny, because who wouldn’t be heartbroken at a moment like this. “You just invited yourself in, which- hck- is the worst timing you’ve ever had.”

“But yer glad I’m here. I know ya are.” Whatever. Maybe you’re a little glad for the company, but Atsumu’s flavor of bluntness is really doing a number on you. Instead you reach for a tissue and blow your nose again, and try not to cry yourself to death. “He didn’t treat ya right anyway, don’t lie t’ yerself. Hey- look- look at me, c’mon,” his hands are on your face as he tugs it towards him and stares too deep into your eyes, brushing his thumbs along your cheekbones. “No more cryin’ about yer shitty high school crush. Not while I’m here, and I’m yer amazing, incredible support system that yer so very grateful for-” He breaks off in laughter when you have to bite a chuckle back despite your heartache, and try to pull your face out of his touch.

But he lingers, and leans in a little. “What? Am I wrong?”

“You’re not wrong, and I- I’m glad you’re here-” It isn’t a lie, but he’s still leaning in, and his face is growing awfully close and it’s- it’s too soon— and you shrink into your cocoon and look away in an attempt to save the situation. Shin broke up with you hours ago. “Atsumu-” you start, only to be cut off as he tugs the blankets down somewhat harshly, and clicks his tongue.

“Stop runnin’. Yer always doing this crap, I’m…” He sighs, and tries to coach you back out with thinly veiled patience. “Am I really so bad to ya? Hm?”

“Of course you’re not.”

He sits back, before patting his lap, and looks at you. In the last light of the sun that falls through your window he’s cast in the prettiest oranges and pinks, and looks almost ethereal to the world. You’re not blind. That was never in question. “Come here.” Despite being conflicted, there’s a glint in his eye that worries you. That if you were to disagree, he’d leave. And you’re not sure you could handle that right about now. As he leads you out of the blankets you notice how cold your room is in just a shirt and some ugly shorts, and Atsumu mumbles something under his breath. “Ya weren’t this shy at graduation, y’know.”

Your frown digs into your face, but his hands settle on your hips as he pulls you in and pushes you down into his lap with a soft hum. “What do you mean- graduation?”

“Just settle down, will ya? Jeez.” Warm hands that slide to the small of your back to force you ever so close to him, your heart basically stuttering out of your ribcage. “Always so damn skittish ‘round me.” You always wondered a little, truthfully. If the way Atsumu’s touches would linger on you was something to worry about, keep an eye on. If you should have been more careful about setting boundaries- and how he looks at you now, his bottom lip pulled between his teeth as he gives you an up and down… it says enough. Too much, even.

And though you admit that your heart is pattering like a hummingbird, there’s a much larger issue here. You love Shinsuke, you want- Shinsuke, p-promised you’d make it work for him— and it's barely been a few hours. You can’t, so you try to find the words to say; but the blond leans down to start pressing kisses down the side of your neck with a soft chuckle. His arms wrap tightly around your back, even though you place a hand on his chest and shake your head. “Tsumu, no. We can’t, I- can’t, let go.”

The noise he makes into the kisses trembles through your skin and seems to reach bone, before he squeezes a little harder to keep you slotted against him. “Yer so pretty, baby. Always were so fuckin’ pretty,” he goes from keeping you in his lap to slowly pushing you back in bed, sending your breathing into shallow spikes.

“Tsumu, cut it out!”

“I know yer nervous,” his pretty brown eyes are blown out when he pushes you down by your shoulders and you’re buried in your blankets, before he descends on your throat and chest again, kissing and leaving biting nicks, “didn’t do nothin’ like this before right? Know ya were waitin’- but I got ya now. Relax, I’ll make ya feel good. Promise.” The idea that Tsumu knows something so personal about you doesn’t even cross your mind— though it should, more than the way his weight and size locks you in place under his strong, athletic body.

“No, no, I- Shin just broke up with me- and I-”

His expression darkens, eyes narrowing a little as he comes to hover over you, one hand brushing your cheek as the other wraps tight around your wrist. “Don’t say another man’s name when I got ya under me.” He takes a long breath, before descending on you, mouth to mouth, and then pushing his tongue into your mouth too hard for you to keep him out. You try to call his name, but he kisses you without regard, uncaring as he grips your face and makes a noise of agreement when you relax your jaw out of sheer necessity. “Ya’ve got no idea how long I’ve wanted ya, doll. Really, hah.”

His hand slides down your chest to start picking the shirt up your body, and though your rapidly rising and falling chest is exposed, his eyes stay sharp on you, and you can’t help but choke on your cries. He doesn’t look right. His eyes are wide and so sharp, mouth slightly curled as he forces your both wrists next to your head. “Thought I was gonna have ta kill ‘im for you ta finally give in, but-” He kisses you again, before the hand gripping your face snakes down between your bodies to grab your tits through your shirt as he repositions his thighs to lock your lower half in place under him. “Yer gonna be a good little thing for me, ain’t ya?”

“Tsumu,” you squeak, fisting your hands into his shirt by his shoulders, but it only makes him groan in response. “Let me go, I want-”

“You don’t know what ya want.” He takes a deep breath, before slipping his hands under the garment and brushing his thumb over your raised nipples, peeked from the cold air. “But I do. ‘N I’m gonna make ya beg for me so fuckin’ good.” He lets you go for a moment to take your shirt off with rough tugs, before staring again. “See, Samu said I should give it a rest. But how can I, when I knew you’d be the prettiest little virgin cunt ever? Hm?” He licks his lips, before leaning down to start kissing all over your tits, sucking and tugging at your nipples with noises that make you grow from the inside. A cold shiver rolls down your spine, and you find yourself pulling his hair despite yourself. Because it feels good, and heat pools low in your belly.

“Tell me ya want it. Tell me ya want me.” The fire that seems to glint behind his eyes takes you aback, and you try to scramble from under him, but he’s back over you before you get a chance to. Gripping your face and forcing you into another kiss, the taste of his tongue on yours, deep and heavy. “People here hate ya, don’t ya know that? Think yer a real bitch. That’s why no one wants to be yer friend.” He rests his forehead to yours, so that you’re basically breathing each other’s air, and hums. His free hand starts taking off the sweats he’s wearing in a smooth motion, leaving him hard in just boxers. “But I’ve been ‘ere for you.” Another kiss. “I’m good to ya, too.”

The room is so hot, and your brain completely thrown off with the mix of all emotions you’ve felt in these short few hours; and it has you all fucked up. Tsumu must know this, but he doesn’t care. And you take a few panted breaths, looking between your two bodies at the was your tits brush up against him each time you move— he’s so close. “So say you want it, or I’m leavin’.”

“I want it.” Your voice shakes as it comes out, eyes stinging, head floaty— it barely feels like you said anything at all. “I want you.” He takes that as all he needs before grinning, kissing your temple and shuffling off you to shove his boxers down his thighs, before grabbing himself by the base and stroking a few lazy pumps along himself.

“Here, kiss it,” he nods his head towards it, helping you up and then right back down so you’re on your hands and knees. You’re getting wet. Sadly, you didn’t exactly think to put on any nice panties, but Tsumu doesn’t care as he makes you lean in and down until you can rest your lips to his cock, and he makes another noise. “I know it’s kinda bad but- I’ve been wanting ta fuck yer face for years now. Put- yer tongue out.” The admission only makes you feel more hot and hazy, and you do as you’re told. “Ahh, mhm.” He tastes weird when he pushes the glossy head to your tongue, translucent precum coating your tongue, but he takes a few more pumps, then pushes you back over.

“But not now, I wanna fuck you first. Yer gonna let me fuck your tight, little cunt, right?” The plush in your face doesn’t hide the heat as it floods to your face, your belly, down your legs— and he manhandles your legs up to start peeling off your shorts and panties. You can feel the strings of slick as they connect your wet pussy and the fabric, and hide your face into your shoulder before he groans your name again. “Yer so fuckin’ wet, look atcha. Already a little cock tease, and I haven’t even done nothin’ yet.” Your hot, puffy pussy is revealed, and he swipes two fingers out to circle around the wet hole without hesitation, only pulling back to slot the digits in his mouth. He shrugs his shirt off and tosses it next to the bed, then comes to kiss you again.

“Ya taste that? That’s yer pussy gushin’ like a whore for me. Only me.” He kisses like he’s got something to prove, taking your mouth up until all you can think of is him, and the places where your skin seems to zap under his rough hands. Each touch leaving you more breathless than the next. And you’re forced to just nod along and abide, because you couldn’t ask for what you need if you tried. He plays with your tits while pushing first one prodding digit in, but soon pushes up with two. “Gotta- prep this little hole before I fill you up, right? That’d be the nice thing to do. Even though ya haven’t been very nice to me, babe.”

“‘m sorry- Tsumu-” you hold back a whimpering moan as he squeezes your tits hard and flicks your nipples, and his fingers slowly push into you. The wetness dripping down your slit and along your inner thighs is hot, and your body curves instinctively as he slowly slides in and out a few times, while the man above you chuckles.

“No, you ain’t, little minx.” His grin is still wide though, hiking your one leg higher to get a better look at the way your greedy pussy swallows up his long fingers and he fucks you open so easily. “S’okay tho, I forgive ya. ‘Cus I’m gonna get to fuck this pretty pussy first.” The slick sounds fill the room and sound so, so loud, and lewd, and yet, there’s still more noise coming from your throat as he goes deeper again and his thumb finds your puffy clit with a little hum. “Uhuh, that feel good? Look at you enjoying this. Didn’t you want me ta stop? Huh?”

“Hm,” you just answer, grabbing your own chest with one hand, his arm with the other. He’s so much bigger than you like this, so muscular and intimidating. You look between your bodies to watch his fingers bottom out, and though the stretch is a little uncomfortable, it’s mostly just really, really good, filling your head with fog. Tsumu’s thick cock twitches between his legs, and he leans in to kiss you again. This time pulling his hand back to slide it into your mouth instead, making you gag when his fingers hit the back of your throat. You taste heady, a little musky, and lick your lips for the thin thread of spit when he pulls back.

“Alright, say thank you, Tsumu.”

“-thank you, Tsum-” you parrot, and also freeze under him when he goes to reposition himself and his cock head pushes at your sloppy, wet slit. “Wait- condom-”

“Shhh, just relax. If you freak out it’ll hurt ya.” He places one elbow next to your head, and lines himself up better, before starting to push into you already, and your leg jerks. He’s really big. Too big, you think, trying to take a deep breath as he starts breaking open your slick walls and slowly moving back and forth through it. “Aghh, that’s- it, that’s it, thatsithatsit-” He moans loudly, pushing your cheek up and kissing you back long and deep, tongues messily tangling and tasting each other, bumping noses as he fucks in, and in, and in. It pulls every thought out of you, every fiber filled with electricity. The tightness is painful, but you don’t want him to pull back, and judging by the way he groans into your mouth, he won’t anyway.

“You’re crazy if you think I’m fucking my tiny virgin cunt with a condom,” he pants when pulling back, eyes blown wide. His hand pushes your knee up more to stare at where you’re connected, before pulling back halfway and fucking back in, and the pressure on your womb and belly is enough to have you whining out so loud it barely sounds human. “That good, huh?” He bottoms out again, feels so fucking deep inside you that you can feel him high up in yourself bumping against your walls, and it feels so good, so, so good your toes curl and your knees lock around him.

“Fuck,” you can just barely gasp, before he pumps into you again, and starts really grinding himself into you. Slick drips out of you with each thrust, and makes the bed rattle under his weight. His hair sticks matt to his forehead, his lip pulled between his teeth, and the wet slapping of his hips meeting your skin is so distracting. Everything aches. Everything feels so good. You can barely even feel the sting anymore, jerking on his cock like you are. “Tsumu, I-”

“Gon’ have ta wait, princess,” he suddenly chokes, “yer clamping down on me like crazy— fuck.” He lifts one knee to push your legs open more, and then just shakes his head as he starts speeding up. “Oh, fuck it, gonna fill you up first. So fuckin’ tight, god, fuck-” The heavy thrusts go more sloppy, rapid as he chases his own orgasm and squeezes your thigh hard, yanking your teary cheeks back towards him as you pant to slide a finger between your lips and dropping a glob of his own spit into your mouth like it’s normal. Groaning into your mouth, and fucking his fat cock so deep into you you see stars. “One experience at a time, right?”

“Ah, Tsumu- p-please, fuck-me more, more, touch- more.” Your head rolls back as he pulls your hips back into him again and again, before suddenly locking up, and feeling how hot ropes of cum fill you up and he pants out your name in between a string of swears that all melt into a long growled moan as he stills. Only for a second though, because he’s quick to pull out and roll you back so that your knees are by your head, and he’s on top of you. He strokes his cock a few times, watching the last of the strings of thick cum land between your thighs. “Tsumu-” you pant, and take a breath, and pout- all at once. Because he stares at the way his cum comes out of your sloppy hole, before pushing it back inside. “Ughn-”

“Oh, don’t worry, baby. I’m not done. Not even close.” He spits onto his hand before bringing two fingers back to your pussy, and his thumb over your needy, puffy bud. And you jerk, blinks stuttering as you moan high and needy. Can’t help it. “Yer gonna wish I was done with ya long before I let ya out of this bed. I’m not done playing with my pussy.”

#atsumu x reader #haikyuu x reader #miya atsumu #atsumu smut #haikyuu smut #hq smut #hq x reader #tw.virginity #tw.noncon #tw.degradation #tw.dubcon #tw.size kink #tw.dark content #tw.creampie #🍯honey.pot #💫ch.atsumu

[orchid3a]

HOLD ME LONGER - A. OLIVER

✦ pairing ↷ Oliver Aiku x f!reader

✦ tws ↷ NSFW, oral sex (m → f), breeding kink (oli gets hard at the thought of you pregnant), creampie, soft n sensual sex, petnames (baby, princess), oli is really a puppy in love for his gf <3, some soft love declaration in the between because yes, lazy proof-reading 

✦ note ↷ at first it was a short thirst but... yeah, oliver has that effect over me lmao, i just want him n i want to be his pretty wifey :(((

Thighs sprawled on the new fresh sheets, the faint scent of lavender reaches your nostrils, as you lay on the bed, your eyes focused on the man kneeled between your legs.

His calloused hands gently hold your thighs apart, his nails slightly digging into your soft flesh, as he dives deep into your pussy, licking and slurping every drop of your juice. Oliver is trying his best to maintain a facade of control, he is trying to not let himself go crazy when he has you sprawled for him. You are going to ruin him one day. 

His tongue takes a long slick on your folds, his ears immediately blessed with a soft moan, a soft smile adorns his features. His mismatched gaze drinks on every little detail of your body, despite knowing you and your body since years, he can’t help but be surprised every time. 

His right-hand releases your thigh, his fingers now are tracing your curves, trying to memorize them. He plants a chaste kiss on your tummy, followed by a second one, then a third one, until he is kissing his way up your lips. 

You welcome his lips with eagerness, still drunk on the pleasure he was giving you a few seconds before, your fingers running through his hair, bringing him closer to you. 

You kiss until you run out of air, as Oliver breaks the kiss, he presses his forehead against yours. His eyes softening seeing your hues, he always becomes softer whenever he is around you.

"Someone's eager~ Am I not spoiling my princess, as I should?" He teases seductively, chuckling when you roll your eyes.

"Someone left me for a week all alone, and you know, my fingers and toys aren't like that someone" You remark, stroking his cheek, before you kiss him softly.

" 'm sorry, princess, ya know what, tomorrow we go out. Where do we go? Aquarium?"

"Any place is fine, I just want to be with you… Oli"

His eyes widen slightly, before a hearty chuckle leaves his lips, how can those simple words make his heart flip? Maybe the answer is you, Oliver always knew that deep down, you made him softer, that even a simple gesture of yours, could make him fawn for hours. 

Your hands cup his cheeks, pulling him in another breathtaking kiss, as Oliver kisses you back, his muscular arms embracing you, giving that familiar feeling of warmth and security, he only can bring you.

“Oliver, I love you… I will keep saying that until my throat hurts and bleeds and mouth goes dry.”

“Don’t steal my pick-up lines! Now I need to think of something else!” He laughs as you grin in response.

Now it’s his turn to cup your cheeks, placing a chaste kiss on your forehead, then nose, cheeks and finally, your lips. At each kiss, you hum softly, his facial hair brushing against your skin, making you smile. 

“No words can express how much I love you. I don’t think even exists the perfect language capable of translating into words my burning love for you, princess. No words can describe how loudly my heart beats at the mere sight of your smile, every day when I woke up beside you, or when you scold me when I overwork, or when we have sex, and we show each other our deepest selves. I think that I’m lucky to have you beside me.”

You shake your head, trying to hold back your tears “I’m lucky to have you with me, Oli, I’m glad Fate made us meet.”

He chuckles softly as he wipes off your tears, before making you lay on the bed, kissing you one last time.

“Lemme show you, how much I love you” he murmurs before sliding inside you.

You gasp and close your eyes, your body slowly accommodates to his presence, your hands desperately run to his, locking fingers together.

“I wanna feel you closer” You murmur between a moan and another, as Oliver nods, his hips moving slowly, as if he was trying to memorize the scene in front of his eyes. 

“You’re so clingy tonight, baby~” He grins as you frown “Sorry, sorry.”

His hips continue to rut into yours, gradually increasing speed, his only focus is now filling you up, he doesn’t mind creating a small family with you, a symbol of your love. Fuck it, only thinking about you, round with his kids, made him lose all the control he had. 

Under him, you can just moan and whisper his name, the pleasure is so overwhelming that you can’t think straight anymore, you just want him inside you.

“Fuck it, baby, I’m gonna knock you up! You will look so fucking beautiful with my child.” He grunts as his hips move faster and rougher than before.

You can just nod and slowly, you start moving your hips, trying to meet up with his pace. The familiar feeling of orgasm clouds your mind and goes blank, as you cum all over his length, dirtying the sheets too, you will have to change them, but later, now you just want Oliver cumming inside your walls. You whine when he puts your legs over his shoulders, now his dick touches your sweet spot. A string of moans leave your lips, as his fingers now are rubbing your puffy clit. 

“Such a messy baby~” He remarks “Gonna fill you up! Gonna make you a mama, will you be the mama for my kids, right?”

It’s just a matter of minutes, before Oliver empties himself inside you, spurts of cum filling your pussy, as he collapses onto you, tired and sweaty. His head tucked between your breasts, he listens to your heartbeat, a calming tune, and closes his eyes. 

Silence fills the room, as you lay tangled into each other, he tries to slip out, but you stop him, by wrapping your arms around his waist.

“Let’s stay like this… Hold me, Oli.” You murmur, kissing his forehead, and you feel his cheek nuzzling in your chest.

“If my princess wants that, who am I to disobey?” 

You chuckle, fingers running through his hair, enjoying this precious memory of you and him tangled into each other’s embrace.

#✒️ - aria writes #🎀- vitium #bllk oliver aiku #bllk x reader #bllk smut #oliver aiku smut #blue lock smut #oliver aiku x reader #blue lock x reader #tw.creampie #tw.breeding kink

[minhavn]

sugar daddy Yeonjun thought💗💗

(lowkey romanticizing the life of house wife but that's the point of fiction!!)

so Yeonjun working hard to maintain a wonderful living w u, working to buy u whatever u want! so in return ur his cute little house wife! preparing meals and such, cleaning the house, doing laundry and while doing all that u wear an adorable maid outfit with lace, cute puffy sleeves, skirt so short that if u bend over he'll be able to see ur little 😺 Yeonjun told u not to wear anything under n ofc u obey him <3 easy access for him >< ur also his free use doll <3 so submissive n obedient for him

Yeonjun coming home frustrated from work cus being a ceo ain't easy so he takes out his anger on his cute house wife <3

i mean, there's nothing bad from enjoying or viewing the idea of being a housewife as something you love or hope to do

"Hey, love" Yeonjun called, pressing a feather like kiss behind your ear, nape and exposed back before wrapping his arms around your torso.

It might be subtle, but you could predict how bad his deal was with a client today from his grasp only, leaving no space for you to escape as you got pressed against the wall.

Hand slipping down to hold your thigh and he was trying his best not to snap at you for his coworkers' mistakes that cost him millions of won. "How was your day?" You asked after giving him some time to feel better, noticing his loosening grip.

"Terrible—I might commit a homicide."

He sighed, dipping two digits inside while you taking a sharp breath, watching his fingers stirring you inside and playing with your spongy spot. "Are you gonna be a slut or not?" He whispered, pulling your hair to the back and landing a harsh hit on your ass.

"What a whore, wearing nothing underneath this just to please herself with my cock."

He continued, prepping you well and making sure you were wet enough for him to slip in, pinning your hips against his. "Sir—!" You squeaked as his tip hit the head of your cervix, filling you up with his cums after a few thrusts.

#yijin — hard hour #yijin — dark contents #txt smut #yeonjun smut #tw.creampie #tw.breeding #tw.slut shaming #tw.master/slave dynamic

[snazzyturtles]

"Somnolent"

asahi x f!reader, nsfw, mdni

plagued by nightmares, you just can't fall asleep- until your roommate decides to help out

somnolent- a state of strong desire for sleep, refer to the state preceding falling asleep.

wc: 10.4 k

tw: roommates, aged up (post-timeskip) , unprotected, teasing, titty sucking, fingering, handjobs, edging, bd/sp, mating press, creampie, pet names (little bunny, princess, baby, sweetheart/sweetie) , implied small/short-er reader (but lets face it asahi is a big boy so pretty much everyone fits in this category) , asahi has a subconscious daddy kink

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ *:･ﾟ✧

he's tired- that much is clear. it's visible from the bags under his eyes, the way he's covering his mouth as he yawns, the slightly groggy tone he has when he speaks. "what's got you up so late?" you can hear his concern even through the drowsiness.

you turn your head slowly, looking over the back of the couch to stare at his face. his brown hair is pulled into that low bun of his, some loose strands messily sticking out, but he makes it look good. his glasses are low on the bridge of his nose, his gaze sleepy, yet interested.

asahi definitely looked sleepy. lucky.

"i've been trying to sleep all night, but i just can’t… thought a boring movie might help, but it just woke me up even more…” you can't help but frown at the situation. you're normally asleep at this hour, and you always fall asleep before him.

"oh?" he asks as he leans against the doorway, "what kind of movie did you watch? you know that a movie really isn't the best thing to watch if you're trying to sleep." you can tell he's teasing you a bit, but his voice is soft, gentle. "i'm sure that if you try to relax enough, you'll be fast asleep in no time.”

your eyebrows furrow at his response, confused by his suddenly direct reaction. "what are you talking about, asahi?" this was so unlike him, but it was late at night. 

"i can see you're also having trouble sleeping, so how about we do something together to distract ourselves?" his tone is slightly pleading but also encouraging at the same time. “a little sleepover- what do you say?" his expression still shows slight drowsiness, but now you can clearly notice the way he's trying to look a little more awake as he offers a little smile.

your breath catches for a second at his response. asahi wanted you to go in his room with him?

"w-wait, what?”

you guess it did make some sense, he's obviously tired and you were only keeping him awake the longer you made noise in the apartment. but at the same time…

his voice suddenly grows a little softer- he's a bit embarrassed after your reaction. "it-it's nothing unusual," he says. "j-just roommates sharing a bed since we both can't sleep. there's nothing more to it…” he sighs at the end and waits for you to answer him. he still looks rather tired, but he's trying to look awake for you.

“i… i guess that might help..." you mumble back. he was bigger than you, maybe he'd be a good space heater for the night. you reach over to pick up the remote and turn off the tv, standing up to look at him. "give me a minute, i'm going to go change into some pajamas, okay?”

"o-okay," he answers, nodding. “'i'II be waiting for you and-," he adds quickly after, lowering his voice even though you're the only two people in the apartment, "we'll just sleep, okay? so don't get the wrong idea."

there's a slight red tint to his cheeks, but he continues to look at you. your eyes widen at his response, quickly turning and shuffling to your room. was he really thinking about stuff like that? with you? you hadn't even thought about him in that way before, not since the apartment complex assigned you two to be roommates, but now your skin is burning bright red as you change into your pajamas.

a soft silence fills the apartment, as if the only sound that was allowed to exist is the small noises of you changing your clothes so you can share the bed with asahi.

"she's getting changed," he mumbles quietly to himself, "she's still tired and we're just sharing the bed. nothing more. nothing more.” 

i'm being stupid, you think to yourself.

he's just looking out for his roommate, nothing more. 

you change quickly into your pajamas, walking back out to the living room and turning to find asahi. he’s is sitting up, his legs crossed with an arm tucked under his head, trying his best to look awake, even though you can tell he just wants to lay back and sleep.

his expression softens when he sees you back in the room. “ready?” pulling down the bottom of your nightgown, you nod your head and start walking towards him after you shut your bedroom door.

now you're the one making asahi nervous. he shifts slightly, standing up and freezing in place. his tone is quiet and he tries to keep his eyes from wandering to your nightgown for more than a few seconds. don't do anything stupid, he thinks to himself, you're just two roommates sharing a bed, this is nothing out of the ordinary. asahi doesn't say anything more, just staying quiet and waiting for you to stand next to him.

nodding your head, you walk towards him and he pulls you into a deep hug, your body is suddenly squeezed against his large chest. you hug him back when he pulls you in, feeling warm as your bodies press against each other.

he pulls back, grabbing your hand and starts to walk you towards his room.

when he opens the door, you suddenly realize that even though you were roommates, you have never been in his room before. his desk is covered in designs he was planning for work, and the rest of the room is all so clean in contrast to yours. 

“whoa…”

staring down at the drawings on the desk, you can't help but gape. "you never let me see any of the designs while you're working on them, these are great asahi…” you notice he's gone silent, looking up to see him staring down at you in an awkward expression. he suddenly seems uncomfortable, not wanting to look in your direction now, yet he still grabs your hand tightly and leads you toward his bed. he's acting slightly odd now, but again, it's probably due to how late it is.

you sit on the edge of the bed and look back up at him with wide eyes as he turns to pull his long hair out of its bun, letting it drape around his face. pulling his t-shirt over his head, your body stiffens at his actions. 

he's just trying to get comfortable for sleep, right?

the thought of him possibly sleeping shirtless right next to you makes your heartbeat quicken and the blood rush to your face. this is the first time you've seen his bare chest, and you can't bring yourself to look away. his body is even more built than you thought it'd be, with muscles everywhere you look and even a slight tan. he's a handsome man, you've always thought that, but you can't deny that he's suddenly become even more hot in front of you.

he doesn't say anything, and just gazes at you for a moment. his face, however, has become a little red as he holds his shirt. in other circumstances, his actions would probably come off as flirting and seductive... but this is asahi. he wouldn't flirt with his roommate. he most likely just wants to get dressed for the night. "i-i'm just getting comfortable for sleep," he says quickly after, his voice cracking a bit. "nothing unusual.”

your breath catches, your eyes widening as you slowly nod your head at him. you can't take your eyes off him, and you don't know what to do as he turns around. you don't say anything and your eyes wander from his muscular back to the way his long hair drapes over his bare arms and upper body, revealing more of his physique. as if by instinct, your mind goes to the idea of him in nothing but boxers. he sits on the bed beside you and then lays down, glancing over at you with a slightly nervous expression.

"t-the marks. on your body... what are the bruises from?” after the words leave your mouth, you freeze, realizing maybe you shouldn't have asked that. but you had never really seen him like this before, and definitely not this close. you scramble to cover up what you said quick in embarrassment.

"i'm sorry, i shouldn't have asked. you... you used to play sports, right? there's pictures at your desk, they must be from that, yeah?” with the light remains of bruises scattering his legs and forearms, it catches your attention and it feels more like you're talking to them rather than him.

he's confused at your comments for a split second before he realizes what you're talking about, and his face becomes red. he suddenly sits up. "don't ask about that, it's not your business," he whispers. but when you mention the pictures to him, he sighs a little and closes his eyes for a moment. "yeah, i'm a former volleyball player," he says, his voice slightly shaky. "stopped playing as soon as i graduated high school.” you notice his shoulders slump a little.

your eyebrows furrow, looking up at him. "why'd you stop? it looks like you enjoyed it in the pictures, and i'm sure you were great.”

you notice that his expression softens a little. "i did enjoy playing, yeah," he says, his voice a bit quieter but still audible. "i wasn't amazing or anything, but i had a lot of fun with my friends.” he takes a moment to rub his eyes, looking tired again. "but then i got busy with life after graduating and, well..." he leaves his explanation hanging. "i don't wanna talk about this stuff now," he whispers, looking down. "i just... wanna sleep.”

“okay…” you whisper out, shuffling how you sit on the edge of the bed and playing with the edge of your nightgown. "how do you want to do this? w-want to lay down i mean. like… who goes where or whatever..." your face is burning again at your slip of words.

he looks over at you, taking in your appearance a little more. now that he's actually paying attention to you, he seems to notice a lot more details, like the way your hair falls over you, and the soft blush on your face, but he doesn't say anything. his only response is a nod as he moves to lay down on his back, leaving plenty of room between the two of you. he looks over at you for a moment and smiles warmly. "you can lay down next to me, if you want?”

you look up, staring at him before nodding and shuffling on the bed to lay down next to the wall. asahi reaches over to the nightstand, turning off the lamp and laying back down under the blankets. the room turns quiet as you fall asleep, dark and still as your breathing evens out and you both lull to sleep. 

it's calm for a while, silent before your body jolts as you wake up suddenly, panting and looking around. you take a moment to try and calm yourself down, your mind racing with thoughts as your eyes dart around the room, but everything is dark. 

you're suddenly aware of asahi next to you, still asleep with his arms wrapped around a pillow. he's quiet and still, the faint scent of his shampoo lingering in the air. your heart begins to slow down and your breathing, along with your thoughts, becomes steady. your head leans back towards the ceiling, letting out a sigh as you turn to look at asahi.

you tap his shoulder lightly, trying to wake him up. you feel bad doing it, he looks so peaceful and you could tell he was tired, but you need something. someone. him. "a-asahi? are you awake?”

he seems a bit surprised as you tap his shoulder, but he slowly wakes up and looks over at you. his expression becomes a little confused and groggy. "what's wrong?" he asks, sounding half asleep and rubbing his eyes with the back of his hand. he looks rather tired from the lack of sleep, moving slightly to get a bit closer to you. "is everything okay? do you need something?”

"i-i... i'm sorry, i shouldn't have woken you up. it's nothing.” you scramble back to your side of the bed, turning away and pulling your legs into your chest.

stupid, stupid, stupid…

"it's okay," asahi says, trying to comfort you. "you don't need to apologize for that. we're roommates, you know? do you want to tell me what the issue is?" his voice is quiet and soothing, trying to make you feel better. he seems to notice how you're sitting away from him, your body slightly shaking. "hey, come here, " he whispers, scooting over to make room for you again. "i don't think you need to stay away.”

"i-i keep having nightmares... every night since i've moved... and it keeps happening more and more. i can’t sleep anymore...” you roll over to look up in his eyes. “that's why i was up earlier. i don’t- i can't... i'm sorry.”

asahi thinks about your words for a moment and then scoots a bit closer again in order to put an arm around you. "hey, it's alright," he whispers, his voice sounding soft and caring. "i'm here for you, if you need me. i'm here for you.”

"you didn't do anything wrong, you hear me?" he sounds comforting as he pulls your body a little closer to his. "you want me to hold you? can i do that for you?" his tone switches from formal to much more intimate, catching you by surprise. you nod your head, ducking it and tucking into his chest. he's warm, and even though his chest is covered with muscles, he still feels soft. you feel his arm slip over your shoulders as he pulls you closer to his body, wrapping the blankets around both of you. your bodies are closely pressed against each other, your breathing in sync. after silence settles for a minute with only your breaths being heard, you speak up quietly. 

"it's funny, i've been your roommate for over a month now, but tonight was the first time i've ever seen your room, and we honestly know nothing about each other.”

once you speak up, asahi sighs a little. "i guess that's true…" he whispers, his voice full of tiredness. “we’ve lived together that long but we really know nothing about each other, huh...” he smiles slightly and caresses your hair. "it does sound a bit funny, now that you mention it.”

"maybe that's why i keep having nightmares... staying in a new place with someone i don't know…” you whisper it under your breath, more to yourself than to him, but it was the truth. you barely know anything besides how each other look and each other’s daily schedules.

your words seem to have been loud enough for asahi to hear, his hand moving from your hair to your lower back as he wraps his arm around your waist, pulling you even closer than before.

"maybe that really is the issue." he sounds a little more awake than he was before now, his eyes open wider. "it wouldn't make sense to have all these nightmares if you weren't worried about anything.”

"but that's not a concern at all. " he continues. "i'm not a threat to you, am i?" his expression has gone from being sleepy to a bit more serious, yet still calm. you start to feel how tightly he's holding you in his arms as you bury your face in his shoulder, his body so warm, and his breathing, though quiet, is slow and steady.

your face starts burning in embarrassment even more as you tuck your face further into him. "you did scare me a bit when i first moved here, you look kinda intimidating sometimes.”

"you think i look intimidating? why?" he asks, his voice a bit surprised and confused. "i'm not a scary guy, you know that, right?” he lets out an awkward laugh and adjusts his arm around your waist. “my friends say i’m actually quite the softie.”

a giggle leaves your throat as you finally look up, staring into his eyes. "nah, i’m not scared anymore. you're like... i dunno. a big teddy bear, i guess. bears that look big and scary, but are actually cuddly sweeties, unless you piss them off.”

asahi smiles as you look up at him, his expression now softer. "that's actually a really cute analogy," he says, his voice full of warmth. “guess i see what you mean though," he says, smiling warmly at you. "i am a big guy, so..." he lets out a small snicker again.

his arm moves from your waist to your leg as he places his free hand underneath your head and pulls you closer still.

feeling his hands move across your skin like that makes your eyes suddenly squeeze shut and your breath catch slightly. "d-definitely a big guy…”

"what'd you think of me? what animal do you think i'm like?" your eyes flutter back open, staring up into his. you can almost feel his eyes wander your body, exploring every inch of your skin with a look of interest, as if he was trying to memorize everything about you.

"hmm... what kind of animal would you be? well…” he takes a moment to think. "you're kinda like a rabbit, to be honest with you," he says, his voice having changed from soothing and calm to a bit more intimate. "cute and adorable, with those big, lovely eyes of yours.”

he lets out a soft chuckle again as he continues, "yeah, you're a rabbit." he looks down at you again. "is that okay with you?" his hand moves down your thigh as he speaks, caressing your leg and making his way toward the hem of your nightgown.

staring into his eyes, you can't help the shiver that runs across your body from his touch. "but don't bears eat bunnies?" you whisper up at him.

he lets out a small laugh again at your comment and his eyes travel your body more. as his hand reaches the hem of your nightgown, your skin bristles under his touch. "not this bear," he continues, his voice quiet and calming. “i won't eat you, no. so don't worry about it.” he shifts his body a little once again and suddenly pulls you even closer to him as his free hand slides up your leg a tiny bit further. "shall i show you how gentle i truly am?" he whispers.

"maybe..." you whisper back, your breaths deep as you feel his hands against your skin, trying to calm yourself as much as you can. your face immediately burns red at your own words, embarrassed in anticipation for his response.

his smile becomes slightly wider as he hears your last words, his free hand slowly and softly trailing your leg as his eyes become wider and more intense. "did i hear you correctly, little bunny?" he whispers, his voice barely audible. "do you want me to do that?” the hand caressing your leg moves up a bit more and starts to pet your thigh, his fingernails barely touching your skin.

you nod your head lightly, arching your back and letting out a small whimper when you feel his hand pulling away.

am i seriously doing this?

but he's just so...

"big teddy bear can do whatever he wants.”

his smile becomes wider and his face slowly moves closer to yours. "i’m going to be very gentle with you. very, very gentle.” he whispers, his voice very soft but still a bit more intimate than before.

the sound of the bed sheets rustling and the blankets being adjusted is heard as asahi moves himself closer to you and shifts himself to have better access to your body. his hand moves back up your thigh and touches your nightgown again, making his fingers skim over you.

you can’t help but squirm when you feel his big hands ghosting your skin, fingers playing with your nightgown, staring up into his pretty brown eyes as you nod your head.

“more.”

your words make his smile widen and his eyes look more alive. his touch becomes a little more firm and his breathing becomes a bit heavier. "tell me what to do, little bunny." his voice is barely audible as his body moves slightly on top of you, waiting for your instructions, looking down at you with his hands still on your legs and his breath catching slightly in his throat. a small whimper leaves your mouth as you stare up at him, his long hair hanging down, framing your face.

"want teddy bear to kiss me." you whisper under your breath.

“i can do that," he whispers, looking at you intently. he leans down closer and places a small kiss on your lips, his hand moving up your thigh slowly. his lips are soft, gentle and almost scared against yours. they linger on yours for a few seconds before pulling away.

“what else?” his body moves closer to you once again as his hand reaches the bottom of your nightgown and he starts to lift it up a little. "tell me what you want, little bunny.” he whispers, his voice now sounding just a bit more desperate.

your breathing is getting heavier, your eyes unable to separate from his.

“again.”

your answer makes him lean down and claim your lips for a second time. his hand sneaks under your nightgown and moves it upward, his touch becoming a little more firm. still as gentle as he can make it, but definitely more firm than before.

"like that, sweetheart?" he whispers, his voice sounding more desperate by the second as his breath catches in his throat. his eyes are glued to yours and his body shifts a little bit on top of yours. "do you want me to keep going?" he asks softly.

you nod your head quickly, not wanting him to stop. "uh huh, please.” you arch your back as you felt his hands getting higher while they pull at your nightgown, aiding him as he tries to lift it.

he grins at you and moves his free hand to your thigh before pulling on your nightgown once again. he lets out a soft groan as your body curves ever so slightly from your movements. "you're a really good girl, little bunny." he whispers as he continues, bringing you even closer. "you like when your big teddy bear kisses you, don't you?"

"i'll give you more, sweetheart.”

a long whine leaves your mouth as you feel a sudden chill when the fabric of your nightgown is lifted higher, his flingers tracing lines across your skin, making you want more and more from him. "pleaseee, want you so bad.”

"i love you, little bunny." 

as soon as the words pass through his lips his face looks more anxious. "i really do love you, you know that, right?” he whispers as his hand continues to move your nightgown up more and more, his fingertips touching and caressing every inch of skin they can reach within reason. your own breathing is heavy now, as you're barely managing to control your own desires at this point. "do you want me to kiss you again?”

you nod your head rapidly, not wanting him to stop. his lips are addicting, you can't help it.

“more.”

the sound of the fabric moving and rustling is loud in the otherwise quiet room as his hand manages to pull the nightgown just a little bit higher than before. he leans over you and places his lips on yours for a third time, his tongue slowly slipping out and brushing against your lips as his body presses against yours, his free hand caressing your body.

you can't help but moan when you feel his tongue slip in and brush against yours, moving in your mouth in a way that makes you melt in his arms even more. it's like your tongues were made for each other, fitting in the other's mouth perfectly. at the sound of your moans, he smiles widely against your lips as his tongue continues to dance with yours. as if he's been waiting to kiss you like this, as if he's been missing something from his life and you're finally filling that gap.

his hand holds on tight to your body, like he's finally fulfilling one of his dreams. you're breathless, and so is he. "do you want more? little bunny?” you're panting, gazing back up into his deep chocolate eyes. the higher his hands run under your nightgown, the more your body shivers, and you squeeze your eyes shut as you lean up to press a small kiss on his stubbly chin.

he lets out a soft groan when you kiss him, looking all the more hungry as he stares at you. his breathing is more frantic, as if he's just found the missing thing he's been looking for. "god, you're just so damn beautiful," he whispers to you, his other hand starting to move the fabric of your nightgown up higher and higher. he seems to be in a hurry despite already managing to reach your thighs, and the way he glances at you tells you that he seems to be contemplating whether or not to really do it…

"do you want me to take off your nightgown?”

a small breath leaves your mouth when you hear what he says. you knew that the situation was growing heavier, and you couldn't deny that you wanted asahi, but you didn't think that he'd actually ask you something like that.

"d-do you want to?”

asahi looks at you for a moment, his body pressed against yours and his fingers hovering above your clothes. his eyes travel to the nightgown that's barely covering you. the way his eyes dart from the nightgown to your face shows how conflicted he feels, and after a moment of silence, his eyes finally find yours once again.

his voice is barely audible when he speaks, as if that question itself scares him a bit. "i do... i really do, baby.” he closes his eyes and looks away for a moment before opening them again. "but only if you really want it." as he speaks, his hand lightly caresses your leg. "can i take off your nightgown, sweetheart?” 

your breathing is heavy, and you stare into his eyes as you nod your head slowly, grabbing his hand and pulling it towards the fabric at the edge of your nightgown.

asahi’s eyes light up when he sees what you're attempting to do, his hand moving slowly as he takes hold of the rim of your nightgown. he takes a moment before slowly starting to lift it upwards, not taking his eyes off yours at any moment. he doesn't pull it off all at once- he does it slowly, slowly revealing pieces of your skin as he goes. with a small smile and the occasional gasps and moans, it's obvious that both him and you like this.

as the fabric is slowly raised, you're exposed to the cold air of the bedroom, and it tickles your skin, making you shiver under his light touch. you can't help but let a small whimper escape your lips as you stare up at his focused expression. he pulls the fabric further and further, allowing your body to become fully exposed to his gaze- your skin bare, exposed, vulnerable.

"do you like this, sweetheart?” asahi asks, his voice more quiet than ever. he moves his face close to yours and gives you a quick kiss on your lips. "i want to see you up close. can i?" he whispers.

a moan slips through your mouth from his movements, his words, everything happening at once. "please.”

he breathes deeply and moves his face away, looking at you for a moment before leaning down towards you again. his voice is quiet, full of affection, and he drags his thumb across your lips as moves his mouth back to your ear. "little bunny, i want you to feel good..." he whispers. 

"i want you to feel good with your big teddy bear.” he moves your hair away from your face and leans his face close to yours again, his fingers petting your lips. "can we keep going? would you like that?”

the calluses on his fingers scrapes at your lips, but for some reason, it makes everything even more exciting. you reach your hands up, trailing them over his chest to link around his shoulders, and whisper out a small “yes.”

his heartbeat becomes quicker as you place your hands on his body, his breathing faster and he lets out a small, quiet moan before leaning forward and placing his lips on your own again. his hands slowly move down until they reach your bare chest. his fingers brushing against your skin as he continues kissing you with everything he can pour out of himself.

you can’t help but moan into his mouth when you feel his large hands ghosting your tits, the touches so light it tickles your skin and makes you whine for more.

his lips never leave yours as he kisses you with all his enthusiasm and passion, his hands slowly and carefully mapping your bare skin, as if he's afraid he'd accidentally hurt you. your moans and whimpers makes him feel the need to do even more as he kisses you harder and more eagerly than before, feeling like he's trying to memorize your taste. your fingers move into his hair and you pull him closer.

the feeling of his lips linked with yours and his hands caressing your bare skin sends sensations throughout your entire body. it makes your legs quiver and you struggle to maintain control over your own body while he continues to kiss you. when he finally pulls back to take a breath, you’re panting with your head rolled back, a smile beginning to spread across your face.

"such a teddy bear," you breathe out with your eyes shut, chuckling slightly under your breath.

his face is bright red and his breathing is a bit shaky, but he doesn't feel the need to say anything yet as he places his hand back on your chest and lightly squeezes your tits. "such a good little bunny," he whispers. “i've wanted to do this with you for so long." his voice is still very soft, his smile beaming. “are you happy? can i kiss you again?" he asks, his voice filled with desire.

a giggle leaves your mouth as you finally open your eyes again, looking up at him. you slowly reach your hand up, weaving it through his long hair and smile back at him. "definitely happier now, asahi." you nod your head and lean up until your lips meet, kissing him again.

when his lips once again meet yours, they clash with more intensity than before. his tongue slips out quickly, smashing with yours, his fingers moving down your body once again as he begins rubbing your bare back. "you're so beautiful when you're smiling like that, you know that right?” he whispers against your lips, his voice sounding more like a murmur. "you're so perfect when your voice is filled with little giggles and your face has that cute smile.” his thumb strokes your back as he leans back down, his tongue continuing to map your mouth.

you can’t help but blush at what he's saying, already feeling lightheaded by everything happening, and now feeling even more on edge through the kiss. your fingers tangle in his hair, trying to drag him somehow even closer as you wrap your leg around him. with a little giggle, he lets himself be pulled closer as you continue kissing him. he wraps his arms around your body and pulls you even more, pressing your bodies together more and more the longer the kiss lasts. your breathing is heavy, and the kiss is getting more passionate as your tongues play with each other. small sounds of pleasure escape your lips when he pulls his tongue away from yours. "can i be a bit more... bold... this time, little bunny?" he whispers.

you smile up at him through heavy breaths, trying to somehow think straight. "how can you be more bold than this?”

he grins as he gives you a small, teasing smirk. "there's much more i can do than just kiss you, little bunny. can i please show you what i can do?" he whispers, his voice full of affection and desire. his hands continue to caress your body, moving up and down as he gently strokes you. "can i touch you more? can we go further than just kisses and little touches? sweetheart, please let me see all of you.”

you melt into his gentle touches, smiling. opening your eyes to stare back into his as your nails trail slowly from his scalp, along his shoulders, down his back. "teddy bear can do whatever he wants to do to me.”

asahi lets out a small moan when you drag your nails down his body, his hands continuing to caress you, his voice becoming more desperate. "i want to touch your pussy, sweetie,” he whispers as his face somehow becomes even more red. "will you let me touch you there? little bunny, please? can i see you, all of you?”

a small shiver runs through your body as you hear his words and feel his hands moving across your skin. 

this is too good.

"y-you can... if you take off your sweatpants too. so we're even..." a blush runs down your skin at his words and touches, but you want him so much.

his cheeks become a little more red as you say this, but he quickly nods at you and begins removing his sweatpants. "anything for you, little bunny.” his hands move from your body and he slides his sweatpants down, revealing his toned legs and tight underwear. the sight in front of you makes your breath catch- his arms flexing as he pulls his sweatpants off, showing his thick, muscular thighs that make you whimper. as he crawls back onto the bed, it displays his muscles and sends shivers down your spine. he sits down next to you and slowly caresses your body again, his touch a little more intimate now, his gaze filled with love and affection. "sweetheart, can i touch you now?”

when you feel his big hands lightly smoothing the skin on your tummy, your heartbeat starts speeding up- but when you hear him speak and look up into his big kind eyes, you immediately calm.

his touch gets more firm and intimate as his hands move up your torso, towards your breasts. your can feel his hands caressing your skin, gently stroking your tits with his callused fingers, making them move ever so slightly. this time, the sounds coming from your lips sound more like moans than anything. 

"they're so pretty, little bunny." asahi whispers as he continues caressing you. as he speaks, his hands continue to caress your skin, as if he’s worshiping your body with every touch. then, once he's close enough, he leans forward and takes one of your tits into his mouth, suckling it lightly. you can't help the long whine that slips from your mouth at the feeling, him rolling the nipple between his lips. when he pulls back, a small line of saliva connects it to his mouth.

"little bunny, your skin is so soft…” his voice is soft with a smile as he continues caressing your body. his touch is still light, but you can tell he wants to do so much more. his hands start trailing lower and lower until his fingers touch the edge of your panties. "can i touch you down there, little bunny? can i touch you there and show you how much i love you?" his words are quiet, eyes glued to his hands as they tremble.

"please, asahi." you whisper out. you can tell he's nervous, and you can’t take your eyes off of him. with a quick nod, his hands move beneath the waistband of your panties, his fingers slowly moving across the surface of your skin as he pulls them down. 

"i'll make you feel good, little bunny…” his voice is quiet and filled with desires he's wanted to fulfill for so long. "do you... do you want me, little bunny? do you want me to touch your pussy and show you how good it can feel?" he whispers softly as his fingers continue moving, lightly trailing across your folds, searching for the perfect spot.

your back arches and you can’t help but squirm under his touch, his big, warm hands pawing at you and turning you into mush. "yesss, want teddy bear to touch me." you’re mewling from his touch, his words.

"please, daddy.” you whisper with your eyes squeezed shut.

asahi’s head snaps up to look at you as you call him that, and a huge blush spreads across his face. his voice becomes even quieter than before when he speaks again. "little bunny, can you... call me that again? can you call me daddy, please?” 

as he speaks, his long, thick fingers slip into your pussy, sinking deeper and deeper, searching for the perfect spot. he's using so much restraint now, as if he's afraid of moving too fast for you, your sounds and words turning him into a complete mess.

his thumb brushes against your clit and makes your vision go blank, your body tensing up, flinging your head back into the pillow below as you cry out. "there! right there, daddy!”

his breath catches when your voice peaks and your body tenses under his touch. "right there, little bunny?" he whispers, still unable to believe that you just called him “daddy”, and how loud you were when you did it. you were always so quiet, but your moans and whimpers are making him weak on his knees.

his thumb continues to circle your clit, his other fingers reaching deep to rub the inside of your pussy as he keeps up with the movement you like so much. "d-don't stop asahi." you whine out, your eyes fluttering back open to stare at his face. "s...so good.”

"i... i won't stop. i promise.” his hands keep going, his fingers moving with rhythm and a pace that makes you mewl. he presses his lips against your neck and whispers in your ear. "little bunny, do you feel all hot and tingly down there? do you feel it building up?”

"i do, i do!” you cry out, your cunt feeling like it's burning under his touch, your breathing getting quicker and quicker. he tilts his head and takes a small kiss, a little teasing nip on your neck as he leans over you again. "tell me how good it feels…”

"f-feels a-amazing." you stutter, turning into a mumbling mess under his hands. his fat fingers feel like fire against your skin, and he continues to make you feel good, slowly moving his fingers in circles and caressing the same spot over and over again. his breaths become louder as he puts as much attention as he can into making you feel good.

"i want you to tell me when you're about to cum." his voice becomes softer and softer as he speaks. “little bunny, can you please tell daddy when you feel it?" his hands are slightly trembling now as he continues moving his fingers back and forth, massaging your cunt to the sound of your moans.

you nod your head quickly, mewling under his touch. "c-close daddy, i’m close.”

his lips curl up into a smile as he hears your words, his touch becoming more intense and aggressive in attempt to make you feel the best he can. "that's it, little bunny." he whispers. "keep going. keep going. i'm right here…” your body starts trembling and your breaths grow louder. you're so close now, and you might not be able to hold back for much longer.

your body suddenly tenses up, squeezing in on itself as you subconsciously curl your limbs together. a long and loud cry escapes your mouth as you start shaking around his fingers.

“asahiiiii!”

his own voice breaks as he hears you cry out his name. "yes, baby! you can do it!"

"mhm... yes, little bunny..." he leans closer towards you and holds you close, kissing you for a few long seconds before whispering into your ear once again. "let it go, sweetie. let it go." his words and touches are filled with love and affection, your arms clinging to him as your body begins to calm down, whimpers spilling from your mouth as you look up at him with shaky eyes.

he's blushing when he looks back at you with a huge smile. "you did it… good job, little bunny." he whispers, as his damp fingers slowly slipping out and moving to caress your thigh. "does it feel good now? do you…” he slowly sits back on his knees, moving close to you and caressing your hair as your head rests on his chest. "tell me. how do you feel now? was it good, princess?" he whispers, sounding a bit nervous.

you look up at his flustered face and nod in response. "uh huh… yeah.” you stare at him for a while, looking his body up and down before taking notice of something and whispering, "you didn't get to do anything though, did you?”

his face becomes slightly redder as you point that out to him. "eh... n-no, not really... but that's okay! you don't have to do anything for me." he whispers, and the way he's looking at you is different than before. he wraps his arms around your body and hugs you tight, kissing the top of your head. "is there... anything i can do for you? is there anything you want from me?”

you tilt your head up to look at him. “but that's not fair for you. i want my teddy bear to be happy too, like you made me." you can’t help the look of innocence on your face- he deserves to feel like that too.

his blush gets deeper when you point that out to him. "i... no, no, it's okay. i don't need to feel good right now." he whispers, still trying to avoid the situation. but when he sees that innocent look on your face, he gives up and slowly leans down towards you.

"okay, fine! you can… reward me then, princess." his voice becomes slightly breathy by the way you're looking at him. "can i have your mouth then, please?"

a small smile spreads across your face when you hear his response, nodding your head. "anything you want, asahi.”

his lips slowly and lightly press against yours as he leans to kiss you. this isn't the heated make-out session you just had with him- this is slow, tender. one hand slowly trails down from your hair to your back, gently caressing you, his other hand holding you close to his body. his eyes slowly close and his heart flutters with excitement. "you're so beautiful, princess." he murmurs softly as his lips remain pressed against yours.

you can feel his scruff tickling your chin as he whispers, and it makes you giggle lightly. you shuffle around so you can sit up a little better, making it easier for him to reach your mouth without making him lean down so far. it's impossible not to melt into his soft kisses, and it makes you feel like you were almost… connected. he continues slowly kissing you as you move, making sure to adjust his head just right to make you feel comfortable. his tongue slowly touches your lips, teasing them and causing you to smile- this is much more intimate than the other kisses. "do you want to lay back down, princess?" he whispers lightly.

"mmm hmm…” you mumble against his lips, following his movements as he begins to rotate how you sit. his strong arms slide down to wrap around your waist as he lowers you onto your back, towering over you as your lips remain connected. his arms slowly move away from your waist and caress your body as his lips move from your mouth to your neck to press gentle, soft love bites. "you taste so good..." he whispers, his head moving up and down your body. "i want so much more, princess.”

you can’t help but moan as you feel his mouth suck and nibble at your collarbones, the feeling so good as his body heat spreads across yours. "teddy bear can do whatever he wants- it's your turn." you breathe out.

asahi suddenly freezes, looking up slowly and smiling when he hears your words. "do you mean... you'll let me…" he pauses for a tiny moment, a small bit of hope shining in his eyes. “i can do whatever i want? i can play with you however i want?”

a smile spreads across your face and a small giggle escapes when you hear his response. he's so cute. 

"yes asahi.”

his eyes light up and his entire face becomes bright red when he hears your giggle. "thank you, little bunny..." he breathes out. his fingers start trailing across your body once more, his movements becoming quicker and more eager. "are you ready, princess? just let me know if it's too much and i'll stop, please tell me if you feel any pain." his words are spoken with so much affection and worry, his eyes lidded as he continues to explore your body.

"i think i'm ready." you say, looking up at him with a smile. "i'Il tell you, i promise.”

his fingers and mouth keep moving across your body, suckling your skin and leaving kisses. "good, princess. good, good…” he whispers, his voice filled with affection. he can't help but feel giddy as he continues touching your body, feeling you react to his touch. his hand goes back up to your hair and he gives it a gentle stroke as he lifts his head. "just tell me if it starts to hurt, okay, princess?”

you nuzzle his hand as it strokes your hair, giving a small nod in response as you lift your legs. hiking them around his back, you begin to tug and play with the waistband of his boxers with your toes.

his eyes widen and a huge smile appears on his face. "oh? is baby bunny helping me with something?" his fingers move away from your hair and he gently grabs and slightly pulls his boxers down. "are you trying to get rid of these, princess?" he whispers, a big smile on his face as he watches you. "do you want me to be fully naked for you too, little bunny?”

"uh huh." you murmur under your breath as you watch his hands grabbing the waistband, slowly lowering your legs back down to the mattress to give him easier access. "daddy bear's being too slow.”

asahi can't help but laugh when you call him “daddy bear". he smiles down at you as he throws his boxers to the side and then sits back down next to you. he leans forwards and gives you a quick kiss on your cheek. "is there anything else you want, little bunny? anything else you need from your daddy bear?”

you reach your hand over and brush some of his fallen hair out of his face, taking your time to look him over with wide eyes. he's big- that was a given though. thick length and a fat sack, you can tell he’s going to stretch you out, and it makes your breath catch for a second. you weren't sure what you were expecting, but he's definitely better than you imagined. "j-just want you to be happy... i want you, asahi.”

"oh, i know... i want you a lot too, princess. is… is that okay? can i have you?" he asks softly. his heart starts to beat extremely fast in his chest, his face bright red as if he's ashamed to ask. when he speaks, he's as soft as before, his voice gentle and filled with love and affection. "is it okay if i have your body, little bunny?” he asks, his eyes fluttering closed to avoid looking at you for a moment.

you slowly reach over towards him, grasping his hand with yours and pulling it from where it sat on his leg. holding your hands together, you stare at him as you slowly reach your conjoined hands downward until your fingers start to wrap around his cock. "yes, asahi." you breathe out.

his voice is soft and gentle as he finally opens his eyes again to look at you, watching as you grab ahold of his cock in a gentle, tight grip. he shivers under your touch, and a small groan escapes him. "oh my- oh, god... oh my god, princess…” he grips the bed sheets tightly. 

“good… good, little bunny."

you move your hand up and down slowly, pumping his fat cock to the noises that escape his mouth. the sounds he's making are so hot, you can't help but groan from hearing them.

"is it okay, asahi?” you whisper out, adjusting your hand in attempt to fit fully around his throbbing thickness.

he doesn't respond for a few moments, his breath coming out as little whimpers. "is it okay? no, no, it's okay…” his words sound muffled as his voice becomes filled with desire. he closes his eyes again as his face turns completely red. "it's more than okay, little bunny, it's amazing- i…” his voice stays soft and gentle, but he doesn't try to hide how good he feels from your touch. 

"your grip is so s-soft, and it feels... i-i'm gonna…” you start feeling him begin to tense up, and you yank your hand away quickly, stopping the movements immediately.

"no! baby, no, don't stop!” he sounds desperate as he opens his eyes to look at you. "it... i... it felt so good! what are you doing, princess?" he whines, his voice filled with anxiety now. "please don't stop, princess, please! i was so close, it felt so good…”

you can’t help the small giggle that leaves your mouth when you see his response. 

he's so cute when he's worried.

"don't want you to finish in my hands, asahi. i think... i think i want you to…" a blush spreads across your face as you look down, unsure how to express what you want to say.

his expression relaxes and his eyes become soft as they look at you, moving his fingers through your hair to reassure you.. "you want me to...? little bunny, do you want... me to... inside you?” his voice is slightly unsure, but excited as he begins to connect the dots to what you want. "i... i want to, yes, but are you sure little bunny? do you think you're ready for it?” he sounds concerned despite how much he wants it, because he's afraid he'll hurt you. if you ask him, he'll give you everything you want, but he's still scared he'll make a mistake or be too rough.

you nod your head quickly in return, watching the emotions change across his face. "i'm ready asahi, i want you." you can't separate your eyes from his. "need you.”

the way you're looking at him pushes him over the edge, and without another word, he quickly rolls over so that he's hovering over you. his legs slowly slide into position and he reaches down to lift your legs up on his shoulders. "little bunny, you're so amazing," he whispers, his eyes still locked on yours as he slowly moves closer to you. he moves his head down to your chest and begins to kiss you passionately at the neck, his breath becoming deeper with each passing moment. "i need you too, princess.”

you can’t help but whimper when his lips attach to your neck again, your legs hiked over his shoulders in a foreign position you’d never been in before. "pleaseee, asahi!" you whine out, his tongue and lips gently licking and suckling your skin as he slowly moves back up your body. his face is right next to your ear, the heat of his breath tickling you as his voice becomes softer.

"yes, princess, i'm right here.” his arms wrap around you once again as he gently pulls you closer to him and kisses you. "can i? can i cum in you, little bunny?" he whispers against your lips, his fingers trailing across your body as he waits for your answer.

you nod your head rapidly, whimpering as you feel his touches. "uh huh, yes, please.” your words are coming out fast and slurred, whining in want for him.

his whole face lights up as he hears your answer and he slowly starts to move himself lower, making sure that you'll be comfortable the whole time. "okay, okay, just relax, princess. just let daddy take care of you.”

"just tell me if i’m doing too much, okay, baby bun?" his voice is soft and gentle as he tries to calm you. if this is what you want, and you're okay with it, then he's okay with it too.

"i-i will, daddy.” your voice comes out like a whisper, yearning for his touch as you watch him line up. he shivers when you say "daddy", and you see his legs tremble a little once he's finally in position. his fingers run through your hair as he takes a deep breath in.

"okay. i'm... i'm ready, princess.” he leans forwards and kisses you gently, his eyes closing as he moves closer. "just... breathe, okay, little bunny?”

your breath catches when you feel him push forward and into you, your eyes rolling back and clenching shut at the wide stretch. “a-a-asahi!"

he lets out a quiet groan when he hears your voice break, his body quivering and his lips trembling as he stares at you affectionately. he pushes in slowly, allowing your body time to adjust to the sensation as he feels you clenching around him.

"is... is everything okay, princess?" he asks softly, his own voice shaky with nerves and excitement. he's moving very slowly in an effort to be gentle, wanting to take his time and try not to hurt you. "are you okay? does it feel good, little bunny?” he whispers, his fingers moving back up your body to massage your hip. "just tell me if it's too much for you, okay?” he looks down at you as he slowly begins to pull back. "just... breathe, baby. just breathe-"

"s-so..." your mouth hangs open, panting as you try to compose yourself. “you…you’re s-so thick, asahi…”

his face becomes completely red as soon as he hears your words and he freezes up. “p-princess? p-please? don't say that aloud..." his head is shaking and his eyes are wide, filled with embarrassment at your words. he slowly reaches up and covers your mouth with his large hand to keep your voice down. "we don't... no... we don't talk like that out loud, little bunny, alright? do you understand?" he whispers, his voice sounding so flustered.

he's so cute when he's embarrassed

a whimper escapes your mouth, opening your eyes to look up at him. "i-it's okay, asahi..." you try to speak from behind his hand, muffled from his attempt to make you quieter.

"i... alright..." his fingers slowly leave your mouth and travel back down your body, his hand moving to your ass and squeezing it as he starts to move his hips.

"what do you need, little bunny?" he asks gently, his head leaning down to rest between your breasts. "i want to give you anything… just tell me and i'll give it to you.”

you try to steady your breathing as you get used to how he feels, relaxing and becoming less tense under his touch. “i w-want you to feel good.”

tilting your head down to look where he rests on your chest, you reach forward to stroke his hair. "you can do whatever you want, teddy bear.”

his eyes flutter open and he sees how close your bodies are, how gently you're touching him. he slowly moves his hand back down, wrapping it around your waist and pulling you closer. "i'm feeling more than fine, yeah? i feel amazing already." he smiles, moving his head back up towards yours again. “do you want me to go faster?"

you nod your head, staring back at him with a small smile creeping across your face. "that sounds good.”

"oh, good, because i'm going crazy." he chuckles, his voice filled with hunger for more of you. he pulls back before thrusting hard into you again, letting out a small, satisfied moan.

"you're so... god, so... tight..." he whispers, his voice shaking as his body quivers. he starts to rock his hips slowly, making sure he stays at a pace that'll suit you best. “is it okay if i suck on your neck, princess?" he whispers, looking at you with adoring eyes as he waits for your answer.

you can’t help but giggle back at him. "you really like teasing my tits and my neck, don't you teddy bear?”

"i do..." he murmurs softly, quickly leaning in to nibble the skin of your neck. his tongue gently licks the skin, leaving a trail of light, playful bites on it. "i just like playing with you, little bunny. i feel like i could play with you forever…” he whispers with a soft smile on his face.

he moves up and he continues to kiss you, his hands pressing down on the back of your thighs to keep you folded as he starts to thrust harder and faster. you can’t help the loud moans that escape your mouth from the actions he's making- his bites, his kisses, his hands, his thrusts. "ughhh! you're so g-good, asahi!” you whine with your head thrown back against the pillow.

his face blushes again, his eyes closed as he tries to focus on pleasing you. he can feel your cunt tightening and fluttering around him, and it makes him move a little faster, the pace finally accelerating to the point where he’s panting.

"little bunny, i'm getting close..." his voice is shaky, filled with excitement, eager to hear you.

you start nodding your head frantically, murmuring "uh huh~" over and over again under your breath. your breathing is heavy as your body starts to shake, whining nonstop. "do it, daddy! want you so bad…”

"little bunny, if you say that again, i’m gonna-!" he stops himself from saying anything else and his face flushes with embarrassment. “i-i'm close, princess…” he whispers, his voice quivering. asahi moves his head up to yours and he looks at you again with a worried look in his eyes. "i'm sorry, i can't- i can't hold back...”

he's so close now.

"pleaseee! asa-!" your loud whines are cut off with a choked cry as your body tenses up, your cunt walls fluttering and gripping his cock, squeezing hard, trying to pull him in deeper.

his whole face lights up with a smile as he wraps his arms tight around you and moves his face closer to yours. "h-holy-oh.." he slowly lets out some air and he snaps his hips faster now. "ah-ah-aha….. ah…” his face is a mix of multiple emotions by this point, so much going through his body at once. "oh god... oh my god, princess... i... i'm so close... i-”

his body tenses up as he lets out another loud moan of pleasure and freezes, his cock pulsing and twitching inside your pussy as he fills you with his hot cum. asahi’s face is completely red as his body trembles with pleasure, and he looks down at you with adoring, loving eyes. “p-princess... little bunny~.. oh my god, i…” he's so overwhelmed with everything, he just can't look anywhere other than your face, his mouth is hung open as he struggles to breathe properly.

you can feel his big hands that grip your arms shaking, his long hair dangling in your face and tickling your skin. both of your breathing is heavy and uneven, and you can’t stop staring up into his handsome face as you slowly lower your legs. "a-asahi? a-are you okay?”

he pulls you even closer to him, burying your face into his chest as he wraps his arms tightly around you once again. you can feel his heart beating rapidly, his body still in shock at what just happened, and he just can’t let go of you at all.

"little... little bunny..." his words come out in between deep breaths as he looks down at you with loving eyes. "i'm okay. never been better.”

you lay there, your head tucked into his chest for what feels like hours as your breaths grow even. stroking your hair, tight grip around your center, you were glued to his warm body."i don't think i'm going to have nightmares anymore…” you whisper out.

even as you feel his thick cock softening inside you, asahi never pulls out, and you stay connected as you finally lull into a state of calm. pulling on the blankets to cover the both of you, smiling softly and pressing a kiss on your forehead as he wraps his arms tighter around you. “you're my princess, okay? i'm here for you... forever,” he pulls you as close to his body as he can. "you're mine, and i'm yours to keep and love. we were... well... it was bound to happen.”

you can’t help but snuggle into his scruffy neck, your breaths slowing as you fall asleep against his warmth.

"sleep well, little bunny." his voice is calm and soft as he runs his fingers through your hair and pulls you even closer to him. he's your teddy bear, and he'll always take care of his little rabbit.

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a/n: sorry this one turned out so much longer than previous things i've written, i have no idea how tf it did lol. side note- i'm currently writing two other fics rn, and have another one in the "setup/planning" phase as well, so i guess look out for those soon haha. tag list (leave a comment if you wanna be added for future fics!)

@tsukiran @msbyomimi

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Black Acres- Gyutaro X Reader

Word count: 4.2k

Tags/warnings: Dark content, absolute pure filth, reader is female, mild-moderate gore/violence (mostly to set the scene so not sexual), very mild blood play, themes of breath play, noncon-dubcon at the end, throatfucking, light dumbification, facial, absolutely no prep for sex, creampie, and last but not least Gyutaro smells bad and has an unwashed uncut cock

Here you are. Running for your life as a demon terrorizes the little corner of your village. You have no idea why this is happening to you, why here, why now? You’ve heard the stories of these creatures roaming the night looking for flesh, looking for blood to tide them over for the next night, the next day, who knows. You’ve always done your best to be home before dark but tonight, oh such a wretched night, you had to run important errands and the day slipped by you way too fast. You’d put off grabbing groceries for too long, and you knew in some way it’d come to bite you in the ass; you just didn’t know how severe the repercussions would be.

You’ve ran a safe distance away from what looks to be a female demon with a belt so strong it almost looks like it vaporizes people in an instant. With a tight grip on your cloth bag of food, you’re desperately trying to weave in and out of the sea of people running every direction. Your home is just around this corner, away from the denser areas of the village. You just have to get there, you’re five minutes away tops.. right? You’re stricken with fear as you make the blatant observation that you’re nearing closer and closer to another demon. He’s emaciated looking with matted black and green hair, his hip bones protruding in an obscure manner. Even at your distance from him, he reeks to the high heavens, and bears bloody sickles that could easily glide through your body with no issue. You freeze in place for a moment, eyes widening in terror as you realize he’s moving towards you, decimating the crowd that once blanketed you to hide between. One by one, people around you drop, blood speckling your face and drenching your ankles.

You shift your feet to begin running away but your reflexes aren’t up to par at all, especially not compared to this malevolent spirit. There’s bodies that have piled around you that make it hard to maneuver around; but if you don’t get out of there fast, you might be the only target left to slaughter. Your legs feel an aching burn as your body pushes itself beyond its limits desperately trying to flee from this blood thirsty monster. It’s just your luck, as your heel digs into a corpse, causing you to trip and fall hard on the stone walkway. Your vision darkens momentarily before coming to, palms grinding into the stone attempting to pick yourself back up before ultimately being pushed back down with what feels like a foot to your back.

Your head rises, indecisive palms scrambling to either pick yourself up or drag you to temporary shelter. Once again, a force strikes you back down. You cock your head in an attempt to look back, but you’re met with the taunting tip of a weapon, more specifically, his sickle. He drags the weapon lightly across the back of your neck, pressing it in ever so slightly to draw blood. Just my luck, just my luck... with gritted teeth, the words repeat in your head as your last sermon. A large hand grips your scalp, almost engulfing your entire head, lifting up and forcing you to observe the fresh massacre in front of you. A warm, wet sensation pricks at your neck as he laps up the blood that lightly trickled down your neck. A shiver sparks up your spine, you instinctively bite your lip to curb the oncoming shriek would escape your lips. You resist giving him what he wants but he can very much feel you trembling in terror.

His light laughter bellows into a high pitched cackle as he lightly mounts you, sharp nails burrowing into your scalp.

“Take a good look around. You’re the only one left alive! That has to feel special, right?”

“Please...” you sob

“Please? Please what? Spare you?” He taunts with a shrill giggle; but a sinister thought, something he’s never quite tried before, possesses his mind, lips now hovering over shell of your ear “You know, I think I’ll hold onto that thought but first... I’ve never really gotten the chance to even be this close to such a pretty thing like you. At least, not in this way... All those years wandering the entertainment district with my sister... it gets tiring not being able to touch let alone look in such a woman’s direction.”

He rises to his feet, dragging you by the scalp to an all too convenient alleyway in between buildings that have yet to crumble. He slams your head back against the wall, earning a choked sob of pain from you as you’re confined between the wall and his skeletal hips. Tears that run hot down your face are now faintly wiped away by the callouses of his thumbs.

“Awwwh, don’t look so glum. I normally hate it when humans cry but I think you’ve won quite a lottery today, miss.” He coos, lightly pressing his groin against you.

He’s deceptively soft to you for the moment but it doesn’t last long when long bony fingers begin pinching and prodding at your cheek, forcing your mouth open for their entry as they snake their way past your teeth and glide along your tongue. You recoil and gag on the taste of his fingers alone, swatting his hand away.

“Gyutarooooo!! Come on, let’s get out of here!” A shrill female voice calls out.

There’s a shred of hope in you that maybe help is just around the corner, “Help!! Help me please! This... thing is gonna kill me!”

There’s a moment of pause between her reply and yours, “That better be your last victim or I’m leaving without you, brother.” The voice groans as you hear the click of her heels turn and walk away.

Your stomach drops when you come to the full realization that you’re entirely at this man’s mercy. You have no idea whether or not he’s going to keep his word, what he’ll do to you, if maybe he might take a few limbs and leave you to die. The possibilities weigh heavy on you, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. You might not ever make it out of here. Your neighbors, everyone you made friends with here in this quiet little town, snuffed out in an instant by this vile monster who now has a name to his wretched face.

Your racing mind and sobbing hiccups come to a halt as Gyutaro’s skeletal hand swiftly wraps around your neck, nails digging harshly with the full intention of crushing your windpipe if he holds on for just a minute longer. The demon pulls you upward so that his sickly colored eyes pierce into your own, the dark blotches that litter his face contort with his expression as he hisses out, “I wouldn’t do that again if I were you. After all I just decided you might live if you play along.”

Play along? What exactly does he have planned for you? What kind of sick demonic games will he enact upon you? Your brain buzzes with more questions.

The lack of oxygen starts to blur your vision, it’s getting harder to breathe, a high pitch ringing drowns out his short monologue, weak hands clawing and pulling at his forearms in a desperate attempt for air. The very moment before you hit your limit, his grip softens, maneuvering to hold your jaw in place to steal a rough kiss that ends with a rough lap of foreign saliva that now coats your lips. With dazed eyes full of lust and a contorted smile, he plants harsh, skin-breaking bites down your neck; carefully suckling and kissing at any blood that escapes. The consistent mixture of pain and discomfort followed by light stokes of pleasure have you at a sore disadvantage as your carnal needs nag at you, sending any bit of dopamine it can scrounge up straight to your core. Gyutaro hungrily tugs off your garments and any remaining dignity you’ve had left up until this point.

Half-lidded irises drink up your form and the way the moonlight gives your skin a slight fuzzy glow. Gyutaro’s lips ghost from the nape of your neck all the way down to the top of your chest. His hands tremble when cupping your breasts, eagerly kneading both in a rough and lightly painful manner. A long, slender tongue slithers out of his mouth to lap harsh circles around the bud, earning goosebumps and hesitant gasps as your nails dig into your thighs to cope with such an intrusion. Slowly, Gyutaro introduces his teeth in conjunction to the light sucking, grazing lightly and getting bolder with an eventual teasing nibble; it’s enough to garner a light groan in response, you can feel as he smiles against your skin, yellow eyes looking straight up at you. It makes him melt to feel your body tremble and writhe against his clumsy touches, the look of conflicted fear is enough to encourage him to push further, to explore your body in more intrusive ways.

Gyutaro traces his lips from your torso all the way back up to meet yours. With a wavering hushed voice, he commands you, “Down on your knees.” Your eyes water as the haze of human flesh from his breath violates your sense of smell. You’re a quick learner, he’s come to find when you slide slowly down the grimy wall of the alleyway, maintaining eye contact. What’s life or death to you, is considered a cheap thrill to him. You have no idea whether or not he’s going to actually keep his word to you but if these are your last moments on earth, maybe you might as well get a little more comfortable with his presence; even if it’s just to ease the pain of everything by a minuscule amount. His loose fitting pants don’t give you any indication of how hard or endowed he actually is underneath.

There’s a moment of stillness where the both of you look at each other in desperation for such opposing reasons. Desire and survival intertwine and meet at the hem of his trousers; at the expense of gently pushing your head against the fabric, he savors this moment while he can. Your nostrils burn from the rotting stench of his natural decay as you attempt to pull your head away, but a strong clutch on your head keeps you pinned against his crotch, the fabric muffling your coughs and light groans as he lazily dry humps your face. The sense of pure humiliation lulls your mind into a dull-ish state, feeble efforts of attempting to break free of his grasp are useless. You’re relieved and met with fresh air as his efforts to tease himself prove to be boring. You’re now aware that these little moments of peace are nothing but the foreshadowing of something much more sinister. Gyutaro hooks at the trim of his garments and pulls down to reveal his cock. It lightly taps against his lower abdomen as it springs free, glistening and soaked with precum that doesn’t seem to stop beading down the long, uncut monstrous shaft.

The sheer size and width to it is enough to naturally widen your eyes and give off more of a panicked look to your face than you already had previously.

It makes you realize that any kind of sick fantasy he has planned for you isn’t going to be as easy as just zoning out and letting it happen. No, this’ll hurt. And you’ll remember this forever.

“Holy fuck..” a strange sentiment escapes your lips, you’re unsure how to handle this, but the gravity of the situation is going straight to your core and it causes you to rub your thighs together in a pathetic attempt to hide your arousal.

“You must be some kind of sick depraved whore because it sounds to me like you’re getting off on this too.” Gyutaro hisses as he taps his cockhead against your lips as you pathetically attempt to back further into the wall as if it would stop his advances.

“Ugh, come on, no! No that’s not it at all!” you rationalize, face ablaze with embarrassment, but his taunting persists, twisting into a deranged laugh that has your stomach in knots. But you know deep down, it fulfills a carnal part of you, something you can’t entirely control.

“You just can’t wait to taste my cock, you fucking tease! Well don’t worry, I won’t keep it from you any longer-“

With what little space you had to begin with, Gyutaro closes the gap with his protruding hip bones. The sensation alone makes his knees buckle, he sucks in air through his teeth and lets out a desperate “Aaaaah” as his cock fully bottoms out inside your mouth without any pause for adjustment. You can feel the corners of your mouth start to tear ever so slightly to accommodate for his girth, tears gather and roll down your hollowed out cheeks as you struggle to breathe through your nose. Gyutaro’s grip on your hair tightens when his hips roll, fucking into your mouth at a slow tempo that’s too much to keep up with. Your trembling hands push against his thighs in a weak act of rebellion but he seems to revel in it with the way he fucks your mouth harder with each light push or dig of your nails.

“Fuuuck… so this is how it feels,” Gyutaro pulls out of your mouth abruptly, causing you to cough and gasp for air.

“You know, I’ve been a bystander for way too long. I’ve seen what people get off to, how lucky they are to live such lives,” he hooks a finger around your bottom lip to pry your mouth open as he spits directly onto your tongue; your face recoils at the taste. “and you, a poor little human who happened to be at the wrong place at the wrong time, too pretty to be eaten right away.”

“Right away?” You replied hesitantly, looking up at him.

“We don’t wanna spoil all the fun we’re having right now, do we?” He laughs, “I haven’t promised you shit!”

You look up at him with a burning scowl, you’re angry with the way he’s been toying at your life for the past hour or so. Hell, you’re not even sure how long you’ve actually been sitting here with gravel and rock stuck to your scraped up knees.

Gyutaro pushes your head lightly, tapping his bellend against the plush of your lips, lightly coating them in a sheen gloss of precum.

“Maybe you should think about being a little more enthusiastic and that’ll make me really change my mind”

“Yeah, like that’ll guarantee anything...” you scoff at his empty promises; your light act of rebellion turns his face sour as he forces his cock back into your mouth, leaving the both of you groaning for different reasons.

His fingers curl into your hair as he forces your head to bob up and down on his cock, saliva gathering at the corners of your mouth and dripping onto the stone pavement. He keeps you flush against his pelvis, your nose buried deep into his pubic hairs as he gives shallow thrusts. With Gyutaro’s cockhead creating a bulging effect, he wraps all five fingers around your throat, lightly squeezing down at the focal point. You start to sputter and cough around him, fingernails digging into his pelvic bone and pushing back for some kind of air intake, but he doesn’t let up, instead responding to your whines that vibrate his shaft with a light scoff and a giggle.

Your brows furrow, corners of your mouth burning red hot from the stretch of his length and you’re losing oxygen fast, making your eyes lightly roll upwards. The way he smiles down at you, mouth slightly agape, it makes your body react in some kind of fucked up manner, confusion mixing with your blurring sight as your mind is reduced to a blanked out state, slumping you backward as he continues to impale your mouth. You don’t break eye contact with him despite dizzying vision threatening to make you pass out; your pseudo-salvation comes in the form of Gyutaro whining out a desperate “fuuuuck” as white hot ropes of cum coat your throat.

He pulls out quickly, making sure to coat your face thoroughly. It tastes sour, feels hot to the touch, and insanely thick by the way it slithers down your face. You don’t feel like stirring his temper by spitting it out so you swallow as much of his load as you possibly can without throwing up, gathering and wiping off the rest from your defiled face. Gyutaro kneels down to your level in lazy attempts to get you cleaned off but you shoo his hand away.

“Come on, let me go or just kill me and get it over with. Don’t you think I’ve done enough already? I won’t tell anyone about this, I have no one to tell about what happened here, especially after you killed everybody in the entire village,” you plead, “nobody would even believe me anyway. You’ve done everything you’ve wanted to me, that’s gotta account for something, right?”

Gyutaro cups your face with his index finger and thumb on either side of your cheek and lightly squeezes, “You’re fighting so hard with me even when I’m the one showing you such kindness. Typical of pretty people like you, always so ungrateful even in the most dire situations,” He mopes sarcastically, “hey, I have an idea! I kinda like the ruined look on your face from just a minute ago, I say we’re gonna bring that back. After all, I wanna make the most out of that cute little body of yours.”

It seems like his refractory time is almost immediate as his cock is already hard again and ready for what he has planned next. Despite his emaciated stature his strength is able to rag doll you to the cold stone pavement before your body can even register what’s happening. Sharp hip bones jab at your legs forcing them to spread open, he looks down at your glistening cunt, a prize he’s so eager to take from you. He spends an uncomfortably long time staring at your bare body, indulging in every possible detail, it sends heat across your face as you struggle to cover yourself. He wants to remember this forever, he wants you to remember this forever. Gyutaro glides his thumb along your folds, grazing against your clit which earns him a light huff in return to his light teasing.

“I’m not really an expert when it comes to women, I’m sure that’s pretty obvious. But I know enough to be able to tell when a bitch is in heat.” He swipes his thumb across his tongue, lapping up the slick he’s gathered from you. He’s not wrong either, if it weren’t for the fact that he’s toying with your life, you might just enjoy how rough he’s been with you. With a steady hand on your hip, the latter guiding his heavy cock to your entrance, your heartbeat picks up a pitter-patter type beat as you brace yourself for impact. You try to calm yourself down to keep a relaxed state, maybe it won’t hurt as much if you did that, maybe it won’t be as bad as it was earlier, at least this time your oxygen won’t be cut off as far as you’re concerned.

The head breaches your entrance, there’s maybe a three to five second buffer before he completely sinks his entire cock into you with no warning. The both of you cry out in sync, tears trickling down your face. You’re too full, too stretched out, the pain is searing hot as your body desperately tries to accommodate to his massive size. You scoot yourself away like a caged animal struggling to rid of its binds but he pulls you halfway into his lap for easier access, fingers digging into each side of your hips, pinning you to the pavement that grinds against your welting back. Gyutaro’s nails draw blood, each thrust burrowing his claws deeper into the plush of your skin. It’s difficult for him to keep his composure with everything stimulating him at once. The sex, the scent of your sweet blood, and your soft voice whining begging him to stop is too much for him to handle. Saliva drips from his mouth and begins to pool at your stomach as it creeps across your body. It quells him into an animalistic state, his tempo doesn’t falter in the slightest, he barely unsheathes himself from you at all.

With the way he grinds into you, pelvis to pelvis, it provides some type of stimulation against your clit, gathering more instinctual whimpers to fall from your lips. The buildup of pressure is there, pooling into a tight coil in your lower abdomen. You opt to distract yourself with the moon above you as your only witness, daring to deny this monster the chance to earn any kind of orgasm from you. There’s no way you’re actually enjoying any of this. Not in this way, you think to yourself.

“Hey!-“ Gyutaro snaps at you, gripping your jaw in place, “fucking look at me! Don’t you dare take your eyes off me or I’ll slaughter you exactly as you are,” You nod frantically, “say it. Say you understand.”

“Yes, I understand.. Gyutaro.”

You keep your word and lock eyes with him no matter how much it hurts to do so, he studies your facial expressions, what makes you wince but most importantly, he takes notice to what forces your body to give into the light trickles of pleasure. He experiments a little, going slower, going harder, but it’s when he rocks himself flush against you that he finds does the trick. The hand that once cradled your neck in place trails softly down your body, lightly dragging his nails along. He shifts his focus downward as his hands meet at your lower abdomen, he’s hesitant at first, lightly running his thumb clumsily against your clit.

“It’s right… here, isn’t it?”

Your face heats up, “Why would I tell—“ you sigh, “-yes. It is.”

A sly smile spreads across his face, “good girl.” He whispers breathlessly. Gyutaro’s ministrations start off slow and uncoordinated, it has your mind buzzing one moment and disrupted a second later; he looks frustrated, completely pathetic, and you feel sorry for him in a way. With a heavy sigh, you take the lead by guiding his thumb to just the right amount of pressure and cadence. The smile returns, mimicking the patterns you set for him to near perfection, you shiver at the attention, tension building up at a steady momentum that feels no longer forced, but strangely needed. Your breath quickens, brows furrow upward as your body starts to tense up at the stimulation.

“K-keep doing that— oh fuck!” You keen, basking in the rolling waves of your first orgasm of the night.

Gyutaro falters for a moment, catching his breath and stilling his movement. You whine at the sudden lack of stimulation as his hands lift your legs up further and further until your knees bump lightly against your chest. You feel so much more full than you did before, his cock reaching deeper inside you, bullying its way right against your g-spot. His moans are drawn out and exaggerated, his hips keep a grueling pace for the both of you as it sends shockwaves straight through your body, building up tension in your lower abdomen and washing over you. Your nails drag down his spine and ghost back up to grip his matted hair. Your whines grow louder and louder, you’re much more attuned to his body, much more accepting than at the start of the night.

“Two spots then, huh? Some people just get all the luck I guess” he teases before his lips crash into yours.

You’re a whimpering mess, moaning into his mouth as he fucks you through your second climax, one that proves to be much more intense than earlier. It leaves you writhing underneath him, your walls pulsing and as he unravels along with you. The spent demon is reluctant to pull out, but rather he spends the next couple of minutes collapsed over your form. It’s not enough to crush you, per se, not that he really could but his bony figure jabs at you with the rise and fall of your breathing combined. You know it’s not something he can help, so you ignore it as best as you can.

Small, delicate pecks are planted on the scabbed over lacerations he caused earlier, a lazy attempt at an apology to the pain and humiliation from earlier. You lightly tug at his head to pull him off your neck. Your fucked out expression meet his sickened love drunk irises as you pull him in for a final kiss. His tongue lathes over yours hungrily, the taste of iron and flesh begrudgingly accustomed to your palette.

“I… I think I love you.” he sighs breathlessly. You’re mortified at your reaction to this whole ordeal. The way you sank into his demands so easily, letting emotions blossom within you despite how much he terrorized you earlier. It’s obvious how painfully lonely he is, maybe you could offer him some comfort. A kind of delirious love. Maybe… you could get used to this.

“I-I think I might just love you too.”

#tw.darkcontent #gyutaro x reader #demon slayer #gyutaro #gyutaro x you #kimetsu no yaiba #kimetsu gyutaro #tw.creampie #tw.dubcon #tw.smut #tw. noncon

[ladythot]

Thinking about how gaia and sikorsky deal with one girl they share in bed..

...was already on a 3sum phantasy aswell when I read the gaiden

Tw: cumswapping, threesome, breeding, power imbalance, mindbreak

Gaia would be the most dominant person in the group. He's gonna be the first to loosen you up for Sikorsky since Sikorsky's cock is way bulky and thicker than him and he figured it's best if he had his first shot at your tight hole. He has more authority than anyone else in the same bed so Sikorsky has to come heels with his terms in bed; watch 'til he's done prodding your cunt loose for him and plead him thanks for that.

Gaia would take the time to value Sikorsky's neediness when he'd watch you stagger completely limp under gaia while he rutted and prodded against the soft folds of your cunt. Especially when sikorsky would chew his lips and stomach the scene before him while grabbing anything he could discreetly hump his bulge at—when he grows desperate enough and his swelling need to be inside your cunt becomes unbearable, he'll take his cock out and rub off the muffled stress around his swollen cock while using the scenery as the right picture to get off.

When it's about time he takes you in his arms and hoists your legs up his shoulders—he doesn't hold back from throwing all of his weight in thrusting at the deepest part of your hole. He's a lot more shattering and mind-breaking than gaia when it comes to giving you full treatment—he doesn't. He thinks he's off the hook now that gaia's done unclasping the tightness of your hole, he's convinced you can take him after all the time he spent palming at his crotch while gaia ravaged you.

Gaia would remind him to plunge his seed deeper into you whenever it's Sikorsky's turn to ruin you. He finds him efficient for that since he could tell how far his cock can poke directly at the deepest parts of your womb when he'd constantly place you in different positions while gaia stayed consistent with one. 

When he grows hard and needy again from watching you two, he would place his cock at the bump of your lips then down your throat and on the other hand Sikorsky shoves the rest of both their cum inside you. You'd lap at the cock in your mouth and tighten at the swollen cock in your cunt as you gave your best performance to both of your roommates and once finished, gaia would tell you to make out with sikorsky with the sticky substance swathed in the gums and flesh of your mouth—sikorsky would find it revolting but he wouldn't back down at any given opportunity to kiss you.

When two of your mouths would lap at each other along the yucky substance that stained both of your teeth, gums, and tongue, you two would do it sloppily as it would drip down at the corners of your mouths as Gaia watches with intent. He loved owning two heads at once and how much power he had over the two of you.

Aftercare from these two? I think sikorsky would also feel exhausted just from how gaia makes it too intense for him and he'd leave it all to gaia kek

#tw.creampie #tw.threesome #tw.cumswap #gaia x reader #sikorsky x reader #tw.breeding #tw.mindbreak #jejeje

[readerinsertz]

hellooo, hope you having a nice day! can i request a nsfw with allen walker that have marking kink and sex pollen (allen is the one affected) please? :’> thank you so much! and i also did your survey too!

Rating: Explicit, MDNI 

Warnings: afab!reader, mixed!reader coded, p in v sex, dubious consent cuz of sex pollen, marking, creampie, don't be silly wrap that willy!, unprotected sex, slight hair pulling, finger sucking, praise kink, dirty talk, slight degradation

“Red thorns, right?” You ask your fellow exorcist, brown eyes raking along the row of plants in front of you. 

“Yeah, and blue flowers,” Allen adds, eyes on his own row of flowers. 

“Tell me again why I’m here?” The question has him stopping and looking over at you. 

“Komui assigned you to this mission,” the white-haired male tells you earnestly. You pause in your search. 

“Yeah, but you and Lavi were the ones who went to Romania, not me. Shouldn't Komui have assigned Lavi instead of me?” It’s a valid point and you watch Allen struggle to think of a counter. The mission itself was information gathering on the plant that had bit Krory- if you could locate where it had grown or by whom, there was a possibility of finding more innocence. 

“I guess he thought your skills suited this mission.” Allen shrugs, rubbing the back of his head with one hand and giving you a small smile, both eyes closed. You hum in lieu of response and turn back to the flowers on the bench. The last few days had been filled with the same motions- wake up, search among the plants in the castle for one that matched the description Kory had given, take a few water and food breaks, grow tired and then give up for the day and head back to bed. You’re beginning to give up hope that you’re going to find a plant that looks even slightly like the description the vampire-exorcist had given you.

“How much longer ‘till we can reasonably call it and head back home?” You ask. You’ve been working for the Black Order for longer than Allen so you’re technically the senior exorcist on the mission but the way your partner acts, so similar to a puppy, has you wanting his acceptance in ending the mission before success.  

“You’re the one with more experience than me, it’s your decision when you want to end the mission,” Allen tells you, stopping in his search once more. Your body comes to a standstill, hands on your hips and lips pursed as you think it through. In your peripheral vision, you can make out Allen walking again, going along his line of plants. 

Although Innocence wasn’t known to be found together, if it managed to interact with living organisms then it may be possible to trace the products back to the source of Innocence. You’re too busy in thought wondering if it’s worth staying a few more days on a chance that you may find another Innocence product or go back to ‘Quarters and get deployed on a mission that’ll almost definitely have some Akumas to get rid of. A tanned finger taps on your plump lips as you weigh up both options, Allen completely out of your vision now. Hearing a sharp curse come from him has you whipping back to see him.

“What? What happened?” You ask as you use one hand to jump over the wooden table holding the plants and pull your bow off your back with the other. Two large steps are all you need to get to where Allen is kneeling on the cobblestones, the hand you had braced on the table running along the bow to activate your Innocence whilst your eyes dart around to locate the threat. 

“Errrmmm…” Allen begins. A quick once over of him in between your thorough sweep of the room doesn't alert you to any bleeding or bruising. His left eye hasn't activated either. You relax a little knowing there are no Akuma present but keep scanning the vast hall you’re in. When you’ve done a full 360 and nothing has jumped out, you lower your bow and turn your attention to your colleague. He’s hunched over, his chest expanding quickly as he pants down to the floor. You move to kneel down next to him, a golden hand splaying over his right shoulder but it rapidly retracts when Allen physically flinches. 

“Allen, what’s wrong? What happened?” Your voice is sharper, more authoritative as worry begins creeping in. In your mind, you’re going through a list of anything that could have caused this- flu, attack, poisoning, food poisoning? Yet, nothing sticks. 

“ I … I think I’ve… well, I’ve fucked up,” Allen grits out. Your frown only deepens at his words. Ignoring his previous response, you gently cup his chin and guide his face to yours. A curse of your own falls from your lips as you take him in. Allen’s usually pale cheeks are now rosy, sweat sticking to his white bangs to his forehead. 

“What did you do?” You interrogate, barely holding back the urge to shake him to get the answers out of him. The blacks of his pupils have dilated severely, pushing the silver of his iris to the very edges. What little silver you can see has taken on a purple sheen. 

“I in-inhaled the … the purple one,” Allen bites out in between pants. You’re whirling around immediately, freehand smacking over your mouth and nose in a poor imitation of a mask whilst brown eyes take stock of the purple flower sitting surreptitiously between two bigger plants. You recall Krory’s warning of a purple plant that had been used as a… libido enhancer … that may be present in the plant room. 

As shallowly as possible, you breathe in and drop your hand from Allen’s chin to snake under his right armpit, the other hand grabbing his right wrist and hiking his arm over your shoulder. When he’s stable enough for your liking you stand up, heaving at his weight-  his lean frame hides his muscularage a bit too well- and stumble away from the spot. Holding your breath hinders the process a bit but eventually, you make it far enough that you feel safer in taking a few short gasps to relieve your burning lungs. Allen doesn’t seem to be any better from the distance, slurring his words of thanks. You pause to take a break, muscles screaming as you hold as much of his weight as possible. At the end of the room is a door with a wooden plank for a bolt, your plan is to get him there and dump him outside. The room is spacious enough that you can go to the other side of the room and not hear Allen… get over the pollen… and there’s a route back to the kitchen on your side, you can grab some snacks for him. You’re not too sure how long it’ll take to get out of his system nor how much was in his system to begin with. The bolt probably won’t hold if he uses his arm but you’re hoping that he’ll be too occupied to try and break through the- 

Your train of thought ceases when you feel lips press over the pulse on your throat. You freeze, Allen’s arm sliding along your shoulder as your grip on his wrist loosens. Seizing the opportunity, Allen slides his arm down to wrap around your waist and tugs your front into his chest. 

“Allen…” You warn, palms placed on his front. Even through the thick material of his uniform, you can feel the firm muscles of his pecs. Your eyes flutter shut as Allen presses open-mouthed kisses down the side of your neck, both of his hands gripping onto your hips. A soft moan falls out of your lips as he squeezes the softness of your waist. You’re too weak and allow yourself to revel in this forbidden pleasure for a few seconds. However, the guilt begins to build in you and you force yourself backwards. Allen lets you withdraw to an extent, allowing some distance between your skin and his lips but he’s instinctively pulling you back into his embrace when you try to take a step back. You try your hardest to ignore the bulge pressing against your navel.  “Allen… we can’t,” you tell him, lips brushing against his. You’re unable to flick your eyes up to look at him, swallowing as you wait for him to pull away (taking your heart with him) and profusely apologise. He does neither. 

“Why not? Forgive me if I’m wrong, but I’ve seen your glances when you think I’m not looking.” Your cheeks heat up at the revelation of your bad spying skills. “If you really don’t want this then I can leave and figure it out myself,” you force yourself to peek up at him, seeing his large eyes looking down at you with concern and less hidden lust. “I don’t want to force you but I’d definitely rather get through this with your body than my hand,” Allen tells you, grinding his pelvis into your tummy. 

You blink at him, looking down to see him subtly thrusting his crotch against your uniform. There’s a prominent bulge that his trousers are unable to fully hide. When you don’t say anything, Allen gently cups the side of your head and tilts your face up, his own lips descending down to join with yours. Unconsciously, your hands fist the material of his shirt to ground you; as much as you want this, lusted after the Englishman for so long, it’s not right even if he was in the right frame of mind. 

“Allen, we can’t do this. Not to LenaLee.” Allen pulls back completely, his confusion evident on his face. Your eyes dart across his features, noticing that he looks more coherent than a second ago.

“Why… not to … Lena?” Allen asks. Even though he keeps his distance, you can feel his thumbs brush along the hem of your jacket. 

“Because… She’s your… girlfriend?” You finish off lamely. Allen scoffs and leans back down. In between kisses he tells you, “Lena is dating Johnny.”  You pull away once more to confirm if he was telling the truth. There’s no guilt or sign of mistruth on his face.

“She is?! When? How?” You ask the news new to you. 

“I dunno, a year maybe?” Allen answers distractedly, more interested in pressing kisses along the side of your neck. His hands clutch at your sides and pulls you further into him so he can continue getting some friction on his dick. 

“And she never told me?! She told you but not me!” You exclaim, slightly angry at your supposed “friend”. Allen sighs and pulls away from your neck, calling your name. Your brown eyes flick up as you feel one of his hands cup the back of your head, tilting your face up. With slight annoyance, the male tugs you forward so your forehead bumps softly into his as he bends a little and stares intently into your eyes.

“Look, I would much prefer to fuck you than talk about LenaLee.” The male exorcist rolls his hips into you to emphasise his point. You freeze for a second as you come back from the shock of LenaLee having a boyfriend to the present context- your fellow single exorcist has just inhaled some sex pollen and wants to fuck. 

“Oh, yeah, sorry,” you sheepishly apologise then kick yourself. Could you sound any more awkward? Allen doesn’t seem to mind, lips pulled into a soft smile as he gazes down at you. The soft moment is broken a second later as his hands grip the flesh of your waist and pulls you impossibly closer. You’re close enough to see how the black of his pupil expands until his irises are thin rings. The bit of coherence he displayed earlier seems to disappear as he manoeuvres your lower body to move in sync with his. As he finds pleasure in the grinding, he busies his lips by pressing them kisses along the side of your neck, nipping at the flesh every so often. Gasps and sighs leave your lips as you close your eyes and tilt your head back, giving in to the pleasure. Allen irregularly switches from open mouth kisses to sucking on your neck, laving his tongue over the to-be hickey to softly scraping his teeth over the area when you giggle at the ticklish feeling. 

You stagger back when Allen drops more of his body weight on you. The white-haired male follows you, lips not once detaching from your skin as he pins you to the workbench behind you. Every so often, one of his hands ventures up and cups the curve of your breast, fingers pinching your nipple through the thick material of your jacket. Before you can react or show your pleasure, his hands slide back down to grip your ass, giving it a squeeze before moving his hands elsewhere on your body. His hands never stay still, constantly running up and down your sides and gripping your flesh whilst his lower half continues to hump against your front, moans and grunts dropping from his lips every so often.

The way he teases and touches you has desire flooding your veins. You thread one tanned hand through his white hair and pull his face away from the edge of your collar and to your face. Allen takes the hint and presses his soft lips against yours, one large hand gliding up your spine to hold the back of your head. His mouth swallows up the hum of pleasure you let out when you feel him softly tilt your head to aid him in taking control of the kiss. The chaste kiss you share ends prematurely, the sex pollen cursing through his system urging him to take his pleasure. You feel Allen slip his left hand over your hip and use the grip he has to tug you into his muscular chest, moving your body how and where he wants it. The hand on the back of your head tips your face up to meet his as he dips down to continue kissing you, tongue slipping past your pliant lips. The open mouth kiss quickly becomes messy but it only serves to turn you more on. Between one of his hands cupping your head and the other grabbing your ass, you feel overpowered and pinned in the best possible way- nowhere to run and wherever you turn, Allen is there: his hands, his body, his lips. It is as if you have to take the pleasure he’s giving to you. 

Making out with Allen is unlike anything you’ve ever experienced, being bombarded with sensations from almost everywhere on your body. All he’s done is kiss you and mark your neck and yet your pants are wet. The way his hands roam around your body, grabbing fistfuls of your flesh makes you feel wanted and desired. You barely have time to contemplate if it’s the sex pollen that’s making him act in such a way or something else. Before you can get too distracted though, Allen pulls back. You whine and chase his lips. You’re rewarded with a breathless chuckle from the taller male. His thumbs rub circles into your flank as he stares down at you, panting slightly. 

“God, you’re gorgeous,” Allen coos the praise so nonchalantly. You bite your lip and look away from him, hands clenching the material resting on his clavicle. “Can’t wait to fucking ruin you.” Your cheeks heat up at such vulgar statements coming from the so-called gentleman. Glancing up at him through thick eyelashes, you watch as conflict passes over the pale man’s face. Your frown and open your mouth to ask what was wrong but can’t even make a single word as he squeezes your waist. “Do you want this?” Allen pants out. 

Blinking a few times, you try to fight through the fog that’s beginning to settle over you. Even when he’s the one affected by the pollen, he’s checking in on you, wanting your consent. You nod eagerly. 

“No. Use your words. Tell me you want this,” Allen demands sharply. You keen and bunch his jacket in your fist, feeling slightly overwhelmed. 

“I… I want this. I want you.” The confession is quiet but it is enough to satisfy Allen. He encircles a foot around one of your ankles and slides it away from your other foot. A second later and one of his thighs wedges in between yours, Allen’s large hands guiding you to lower your core down onto the muscle. You moan out loud, head tipping back as Allen hunches over to continue pressing kisses as far down your neck as possible, hooking his pointer finger of his right hand under your high collar and pulling it down to litter more marks on the newly-bared skin. With his encouragement, you begin to grind down on his thigh, Allen flexing his leg randomly to see your eyes roll back into your skull as the pressure on your clit adds to the pleasure building in your core. Your hips buck and feel his noticeable bulge brush the sensitive skin of your inner thigh. A moan falls from your swollen lips at the thought of his dick filling you up. 

“Good, I’ve wanted this for a long time now,” Allen confides.

“Pluh-please, Allen, need you in me now,” you moan out. Allen groans against your decalage at your words. You yelp as Allen grabs your forearms and pulls you away from the workbench just enough so he can turn you around and push you down onto the wooden surface, pinning you there with his body. His arms cage you in, chest covering your back. It is as hot as it is comforting. His nimble fingers make quick work of the buttons at the top of your coat, grabbing the loosened material and wrestling it past your shoulders. His desperation prevents him from truly taking it off and so it remains snug around your biceps, restricting movement in your arms. Your black bandeau underneath your jacket is hastily pulled down so he has access to your breasts. Immediately, Allen is pinching the hardened buds and squeezing the fat of your breasts. You’ve succumbed to the floaty feeling a while back, no longer caring about the moans and whines that leave you. They echo off the stone walls back into your ears and make you squirm at how … slutty you sound. Throughout it all, Allen continues to hump your rear, your form perched over the table leaving your ass at the perfect height for him to grind against. You’re impressed at his stamina and self-control. That thought, and all others, leave your mind when you feel Allen slip his hand past the band of your underwear, fingertip gliding over your clit. 

Allen chuckles as you buck your hips into his hand, groaning at how your ass grinds against his aching dick at the action. Teasingly, Allen circles your nub a few times, quietly laughing into your ear as he watches you close your eyes and moan out. You're reaching your peak and your lips drop open to warn-tell-beg Allen but all that comes out is a strangled whine as Allen stops rubbing figures of eight on your clit and instead delves deeper, palm cupping your mound as his fingers slide through the slick clinging between your lower lips.

“Fuckin’ hell, princess, you’re this wet from some kisses and a few bites?” Allen asks, shallowly thrusting his fingers into your cunt. His laugh is airy, an indication that whilst he sounds so cool and level headed, he is still affected by you. Or the sex pollen. Before any doubts can creep in, Allen is praising you.

“Fuck, fuck fuck, so fucking hot underneath me, grinding on my fingers. You want them inside of you? Want me to fill you up?” You’re not sure if Allen is even aware of what he is saying but you nod desperately and arch your back, wiggling your butt to entice him. Allen grabs your bottoms and pulls them down just enough so your dripping wet hole is on display. You register the sound of his palm spanking your ass before the pain. You moan louder. Warm fingertips gently run along your tingling cheek and then onto your hips. They move with such purpose you’re fairly certain that Allen is tracing the marks from his hands gripping you earlier which are beginning to fade into your golden skin. 

The fingers trail back to your core, two sheathing themselves into your pussy. A contented sigh leaves you and it would embarrass you at how complete you feel with his fingers in you but the pleasure has left you one-track minded. Allen is considerate enough to begin thrusting his fingers in and out of your wet hole, fingers curling to brush against the spongy spot that has you digging your fingernails into the wooden bench. The fingers spread, scissoring open your gummy walls before a third finger is added. The stretch is blissful and a part of you wants Allen to keep fingering you forever. The thought is changed when you feel Allen grind his groin in the space where your ass joins your thigh. Even with the few brief feels of it, you know it will fill you up and stretch you out in the most exquisite way possible. You’re not fully sure you can wait any longer for it. The white-haired male seems to agree, mumbling, “you should be stretched out enough.”

A slurping sound, rather than the sound of a zipper, catches your attention. Curiosity influences you to turn and rest the left side of your face on the bench to see over your right shoulder. You get an up close view of Allen licking his fingers and sucking up your slick. Allen pauses when he notices you watching him, sending you a closed eyed smile. He sensually pulls his fingers out of his mouth, bending at his waist to whisper into your ear, “when this is all over, I’m going to feast on you for hours.”

The eagerly awaited sound of a zipper reaches your ears, hips wiggling in excitement. Allen slaps your other cheek once as a reprimand then twice more just to watch how your ass jiggled with the force. One hand pumps his length, breathy moans tumbling out of his kiss-plumped lips at the pleasurable feeling of his grip. The male exorcist holds the base of his dick with one hand and grabs your buttcheek to spread it so he can have a clear view as he slowly sinks his mushroom head into your vagina. You sigh at how his cock fills you up perfectly. He’s long and thick and it seems like an eternity passes before his hips are flush with yours.

“Fuck, feel so good, so tight around my cock. Trying.. Not - fuck - t-to move but you feel so good,” Allen pants out, hips jerking a little to chase the feeling of your snug walls pulsing around his shaft. The male does his best to stay still until you give him the okay but the sex pollen has him focusing on fucking. 

“Wan’ you to move, Allen,” you state, hips also moving in an attempt to entice him into pounding you. Allen needs no more confirmation, pulling back until only the tip of his cock remains inside you and then slamming back into you. You wail, bringing one forearm up to your mouth so you can bite into it and quieten yourself as Allen sets a brutal pace, his hips slamming into yours with a bruising force. There’s something lewd in your state of dress. Your jacket hangs by elbows, trousers suspended mid-thigh from how far your legs are spread. Allen is only slightly more clothed than you, you can feel the harsh fabric of his trouser on the back of his legs. It is a feeling that just adds to the pleasure; the sex pollen forcing him to give in to such carnal desires without any logic or self-control to undress either of you fully. It makes you clench around his length, Allen swearing and jerking further into your cunt at how tight you feel.

Fingers thread through your hair and tug your head up closer to where Allen is, hunched over. 

“Don’t you- fuck- fucking dare to keep quiet. I w-want all those- fuck yeah- those moans echoing off the walls. Sh-show me how a good a slut you can be, gripping my dick so well with your pussy.” You’re so pleasure drunk that you can’t even respond to him with words, just bringing your hand back down on the table to stabilise yourself; Allen’s hard thrusts are forcing your lower body to knock into the bench in front of your hips. The pain adds to the pleasure that’s curling in your navel, your toes curling as you feel yourself drawing closer to your peak. Making sure your left hand can just about support your upper body, your right hand slithers down your stomach to play with your puffy clit. Allen had returned his hand to your hips, dragging you back onto his dick every time he thrust back into your wet hole, appearing to use you as a fuck toy to get to his release. 

You lean your head back onto his shoulder, slinging your left hand over his shoulder and trusting him to hole your weight. His rhythm doesn't even falter with the additional weight which has your cunt tightening in arousal. You furiously rub your clit, you’re not sure if you’ve also inhaled some sex pollen or if this animalistic fucking has reduced you down to pure pleasure without any finesse. It barely matters, not with Allen’s tip bullying your g-spot and causing your stomach to contract and tense from the pleasure. He fucks you like he doesn’t give a shit, refusing to let you wiggle away from the pleasure and stimulation, although the praise that drips from his mouth suggests otherwise. The cord in your belly snaps and you cum, liquid gushing from where you two connect and spraying onto the wooden bench.

The force of your orgasm has you slouching onto Allen, lower body no longer working. It takes a few seconds to realise that Allen hasn’t stopped fucking into you. You shriek from the overstimulation but he doesn’t acknowledge it. Instead, his right arm dips to hook around the back of your right knee hitching it up and propping it onto the slowly forming dark patch on the table top. His chest bends you over, left hand clenching hard on the bench’s surface. More shrieks fall from your mouth as Allen begins ploughing into you, his tip bumping into your cervix. You can feel his balls slap against your clit, a painfully pleasurable sensation that has you arching onto your tiptoes once again trying to run away from what your teammate was giving to you. Unfortunately, there is nowhere to go. 

Allen shoves two fingers of his left hand in between your bitten lips to silence you. He bends over you and continues jack-hammering into your hole, focusing only on his release. The feel of his penis stretching you open, hitting your deepest spot repeatedly has you quickly reaching the edge all over again. You can hear Allan huffing into your ear, the tips of his white hair wet with perspiration and dancing along the uncovered skin of your shoulder. Hearing how affected, how gone he is has your fingers carving along the table, wood scratchings catching under your nails. Your eyes roll back as you climax, brain full short circuiting. A few thrusts later and Allan cums too, hips slowing to a few deep thrusts instead to draw out his orgasm. 

You lay there, panting and legs twitching as you fight to control your breathing. You relax your hands, finally ending the tight-knuckled grip you had on the edge of the workbench and stretching the strain out of your digits.

“Fucking hell, Allen. I don’t think I’ve come that hard in a while,” you admit. “Don’t think I’m gonna for a while either.” It is mostly a joke but before you can say anything else, or even turn to look at the man, Allen is grabbing your hips and snatching you backwards, driving his hard dick even further into you. The tip of his cock bullies your g-spot as Allen’s hips collide into the fat of your ass. Sweat, slick and a mixture of both your cum drips down your thighs, allowing the slapping sound of wet flesh to reverberate around the room. He begins thrusting again, each action seemingly pushing out the air in your lungs as he brings his chest to rest on your back, caging you in once more. 

“Oh darling, I’m not even close to being done with you just yet."

#tw.smut #d gray man #d gray man smut #reader insert #allen walker #allen walker smut #tw.creampie #d gray man reader insert #lia answers #tw.sex pollen #tw.dubcon #mixed reader

[hxneybimbo]

No bc Eddie would be so obsessed with you wearing his shirts 🥺 like he’d love seeing you prancing around in his room in just his shirt and just your panties (or no panties). Loves waking up to you and seeing you in his favorite Metallic t-shirt. Fucking you in any of his shirts is his all time favorite thing.

With his shirt pushed above your tits and his cock abusing your right little pussy, he’s on cloud nine. This is fucking heaven. There’s nothing more that turns him than you bouncing on his cock in his shirt with your loud pleas and whimpers. There’s just something about you wearing his clothing that really gets him y’know? Maybe it’s the fact it’s a way for others to realize that you’re wearing his shirt. It tells the entire town of Hawkins that you’re his.

“Mine, mine, mine…” He’d say breathlessly, gently pushing you down on the mattress to wrap your legs around his waist. He’d roll his hips and thrust his hard cock into your soaking cunny; so so fucking deep inside that it has you whining in that high pitched, desperate voice when his cock slams violently against that sensitive, precious spot.

With a little flick on your clit, Eddie knows he completely ruined you. Your walls quiver on his cock before clenching down in a tight, vice grip. “Jesús fucking christ, you’re so goddamn tight.” He’d groan loudly into your ear, rough pad of his thumb caressing your clog. You dig your pretty, manicured nails into his shoulders and you let out a loud shriek of his name, as your orgasm washes over you. Your orgasm leaves a small puddle of your sweet juices on his sheets, cunt milking his cock.

He’d paint your pretty pussy white, marking you as his 💕

#eddie munson x you #eddie munson smut #eddie munson #stranger things smut #stranger things x reader #tw.creampie

[boba-cafe]

Family bonding

> yandere brother-in-law Rindou x reader

> topping: your family encourages you to bond with your new breother-in-law but he wanted more than just bonding

TW: Yandere, noncon, dubcon, oral (f/receiving) calling someone a whore, mention of pregnancy, slight breeding, cheating, impact play, unprotected sex

this took so long to finish but yay

Rindou and your sister was just a hookup that went wrong- she got pregnant with his child, so now he was visiting the family because now they're both in a "relationship.”

Upon meeting the family, he saw you- you were the prettiest angel he saw. Such a pretty thing, aren’t you? Though both of you had quite the age gap, he couldn’t really help but favor you over your older sister in his head.

Rin asks more about you and comes to visit the family more often. He sometimes asks how the family’s doing. He’s usually with your sister but will invite you to join any activity.

Is very persistent in your coming- will say it’s a good bonding moment and how it’s much more fun with three people over two. If you continue to say no, he said he’ll just reschedule when you're free.

Your parents may force you to bond with your BIL. Saying how Rindou is a great brother-in-law and you should bond to be closer. He is going to be family after all and it’s important to always be close to family. You tell the family that your kinda busy and you need to prioritize your own life.

After a few minutes of arguing about this-Rindou at the moment thought it would be a great idea if both of you swap numbers- so he can contact you directly when your free. Your family though it was a great idea. But you had left early before to even give your number to Rin. Dashing to the door saying it's been real nice but it's time for you to leave.

Though the moment you had gotten home, you received an unknown message from a mysterious number. Though from the message itself you already knew who it was from.

Rin: hey you left early so your sister gave me your number

[you]: Oh sorry yeah I had to leave- so sorry

Rin: That's fine, so hey are you free this week by any chance? It be nice to spend some time with my sister in law

[you]: no I'm very sorry I'm busy

Rin: ah sorry to hear that, maybe next time?

[you]: yeah maybe I actually g2g

You ended the text conversation real quick. It just felt weird that your brother-in-law was trying this hard to get to know you, personally you though that because he's with your older sister shouldn’t he be spending more time with her than you.

On the other side of the phone though, Rindou was loosing his patient real fast; he was frustrated on your little behavior. He was trying so hard to get near you; he wanted to know more about you. All he's ever been thinking about was you. To be honest- Rindou relationship with your sister or his so call girlfriend has been mostly just hookups and there's a likely chance that she may have been pregnant with his child.

However, when you came into the picture. He reconsidered- Rin wanted to have you bare his child. You were absolutely perfect- absolutely what he imagine his wife to look like. The age gap between you and him doesn’t matter to him. He's a gang member of the most dangerous gang in Japan and he's a Haitani- he gets what he wants and will have it in his hands.

Your little cold behavior is getting to him- he was planning to play this cool but with you not getting the hints Rin feels like he was about to explode. You felt so close- so close to his grasp but yet so far from his arms. Rin thought it might be time he just puts actions into place.

Over, the past week you and Rin have been texting. It's mostly been Rin texting you.

Rindou: Good morning [name]

Rindou: hey do you want me to pick you up for lunch?

Rindou: Was the train ride safe?

Rindou: did you get home safe?

Rindou: did you eat dinner yet? Would you like me to pick you up something?

It was kind of nice at first. He brings you lunch or give you a lift when you needed someone to give you a ride. He was at least dependable when you needed it but it wasn't so frequent you needed his help. It seemed normal for a while, but it slowly got weird with Rin.

First came the text messages- they have suddenly changed their tone.

Rindou: Morning pretty girl having breakfast yet?

Rindou: sweetheart you want anything for lunch?

Rindou: babe make sure you're safe out there, assholes won't be able to take thier eyes off of an angle like you

Rindou: pretty baby you eat yet? Can't have my honey bunny going hungry now.

Not only did the text seem to be more coy, Rindou has been showing up uninvited to your home- how? Your mom gave him your address, and she had given him a copy of your keys. So now it explains why Rindou himself in your kitchen making breakfast for both of you.

Rindou was getting too comfortable with you- almost like as if you're both dating. It's pushing a lot of boundaries between you two and it feels like as if you should say something about this.

[name]: hey Rin could you not do this

Rindou: do what love?

[name]: that- you know the nicknames and random visits

Rindou: why? We're bonding

[name]: bonding as in laws Rindou. A lot of these actions should be more for my sister- your girlfriend remember?

There was a long period of silence between you two. While it is true what he's doing is wrong- it doesn’t stop him from continuing this. Rindou couldn't care less about his entire relationship with your sister. It was never genuine. Hookup with a whore and thought he would be done but no- now she might have his child.

This was frustrating. Rindou feels that he's been so kind hasn't he- been so patient for you. Doing things for you and in return for all his kindness is a brat who so ungrateful and whines about his affections.

He's been too nice. He does all this with no complaint and you still refuse to accept him?- spoiled your ass too much. Rin should've taught some lesson into your dumb head the first time. He had enough of your whining.

It looked like you won the argument. If Rindou wasn't just turning off the stole and not walking towards your direction. It would’ve been your win if Rindou hadn’t drag your arm back your bedroom. You were screaming at Rin to let you go- what the hell is he doing-

Rin having kept his silence laid you on his knees while sitting. On your bed- pulling down your shorts and panties. Count them if you want this to end quicker with that you feel a very hard smack on your ass.

one- *slap*

two- *slap*

three- *slap*

By the nth spanking your ass was burning.

You were lost- you were lost at how many times Rindou had spank your ass. It was too painful to think; the spanking was going to leave your ass burning for days- maybe even weeks. You wish it ended sooner.

Rindou finally spoke again- he didn't like to punish you he didn't enjoy seeing you like this. But that was a very easy lie. When you could feel his harden cock poking you on his lap through his pants. It was obvious he was enjoying this. Unfortunately for you- this wasn't even the ending of your punishment. No Rindou plans to really make sure it sticks in your head.

Pushed you down onto the floor. All fours and before you got up Rindou had threaten to stay in that position and ass up or he have your sister dead. Not sure if he meant it or not you rather play nice and not have your sister killed.

You could hear him leaving your bed and walking towards you. Rindou leaning down to your ass. With no warning you feel his flat tongue give your pussy one long lick. A slow lick to your slit, feeling your walls- pure heaven Rindou thought. Your cunt was the sweetest thing to taste. He wanted more of that sweetness from you. He moved his fingers to your folds and split your cunt further apart with his fingers for further taste.

But he wanted more- Plunged his fingers to feel your wet walls. You may try to tell him to stop but such word fell to death ears when between your pleading are loud moans and your body continuing to suck his finger in deeper your weeping pussy. You could feel yourself nearly coming close to your orgasm.

Cum for me pretty girl-cum all over my face. Rindou increase the intensity when he starts to suck on your clit. With the feeling of his mouth latch onto your clit and one more thrust with his finger in your hole- you released all over his face. Don't think this is over babe I'm not done with you yet- Rindou started to take off his pants and boxers and sprung out his cock.

Rindou didn't give you much time to think but flip you to your back with his two hands holding your knees both above your head into mating press position. With no remorse he pushed his length into your wet hole. God your walls feel amazing- how I imagine when I first met your ass. Thrusting into your cunt like as if he was in heat for months- waiting to hump you like a bitch.

God, I should've met you first- I would've been much happier with you pregnant over your whore of a sister. What? did you not know?, it was a surprised news that your sister was pregnant with Rindou child. Your sister was nothing but a one night hookup and got that whore pregnant. This was new to you- it was never revealed till now to you Rin and your sister were hookup and both had unprotected sex-

Rindou had suddenly stop this thrust, grabbed your face now both staring at each other. He leans in more where you can feel his hot breath close- But whatever- I'll have that whore dead after the child born and I can finally have a family I wanted- with you as my dream house wife.

This was insane. Rindou was insane- he bluffing right? right? Right?! there no way he kills your sister. Even as a hookup you wouldn’t be able to live that down. That your sister is killed and you’re forced to be his house wife of your dead sister. You beg Rin to please don't kill her- please don't you won't tell her about this, please-

Damn pretty girl your real cute when your begging ya know that?- I'll tell ya what babe doll- I won't kill your sister but you gotta be my wife and bare my children and be my little cute house wife. Rindou gave little to comprise- be his wife and bear his children or your sister life is on the line. What about my sister- The whore will gain child support but i ain't going to be living with her- I'll co-parent but she'll never be what you will be.

You nod to the agreement. You weren't given a very fair choice, and you didn't want to have to lose your sister's life. Rindou feeling like he finally achived his goal smirk at you- Atta pretty girl knew you come around to me. With a simple kiss on your lips he then pulled his cock out and rammed it back in your hole. Thrusting his cock deeper into your g-spot you were seeing stars.

You could feel his tip kissing your cervix- it was painfully good. You wish your body didn't feel this good- you wish this wasn't your brother-in-law fucking your cunt do deep- making your hole his breeding dump.

You both were close- close to Cumming. His thrust was increasing in speed- no longer in rhythm but now more frantic and more aggressive. Your body was trembling- feeing another orgasm your legs were up in the air trembling- moaning and grunts and skin slapping each other increasing from volume.

One last thrust and your body spasm- you hit your orgasm hard. Rin was coming in close too- passing over your orgasm he cummed deep into your cunt. Adding onto more small thrust in your hole to make sure his cum stays there. We're going to be a great family- I know it Rindou mumbles- don't worry your pretty head about your sister pretty girl. I'll make sure everything goes smoothly for us and our children.

You were too tired to even think of the future with him- your soon to be husband. You weren’t sure how you're going to break the news but if the family ever ask about you two bonding.

you both definitely did more than just family bond.

#MM post #yandere tokyo revenger #yandere tokyo revengers #tw.dark content #tw.dubcon #tw.yandere #tw.oral #tw.creampie #tw. pregnancy #tw. slight breeding #rindou haitani #rindou smut #tokyo revenger smut #tw.noncon #tw.cheating

[mulberrysilk]

Severely [ 02 ]

Hanamaki Takahiro x f!reader (with Matsukawa Issei)

summary: you were slowly getting the hang of being him. Getting to know enough of what made him tick that you tried your best to avoid any conflict. But as much as you wanted to please him, you had your priorities too. Too bad for you, you were going to learn that Makki knew what was best for you.

cw: bully!Makki, dubcon, creampie, spanking, cuckholding, coercion, manipulation, gaslighting, degradation, noncon filming, overstimulation

wc: 5.4 k

a/n : this became longer than I thought. So this is just an installation to the whole bully!Makki universe afsgshd though it says part 2, there’s no any set plot yet just thinking of making it a series of one shots that are connected to one another with no strict chronological order so yeeee just am a sucker for Makki and Mattsun. Bully!Makki be my guilty pleasure tho huhu thank u so much for all the love for my bully!Makki fics adsfsghsd

more bully!Makki here

You told him. You told him you didn’t like this. Didn’t like the way the music pounded on your ear drums you swore was the cause of your head aches, didn’t like the stench of alcohol, the heat of foreign bodies against your skin and how they’re thrashing on the dance floor, forced you to move through the crowd. You didn’t like it at all. And yet, he convinced you that he’ll only be awhile and was meeting with old friends from highschool. But they piled right after the other, their graduated kouhai’s and you sat in booth.

It didn’t help that it was Friday night and unlike Makki, you had Saturday classes. You couldn’t help but tug on his jacket countless of times, telling him you wanted to go home, before desperately saying you needed to be home.

“It’s past 3 am Hiro,” you murmured, his head craned low to listen to your voice. “I have a really important group presentation.”

He responded with a heavy sigh. “Tell them you’re sick, they’ll understand. Plus, they don’t deserve you. You put in way more work than they have.”

You blinked back at him. The realisation of how your group mates were basically free loading off of you making your heart sink and yet flutter back into place, heat blooming in your cheeks because Makki sounded like he cared.

Still, you weren’t one to miss classes, it wasn’t like you, especially when it weighed heavily on your grade.

“H-Hiro…” you froze when he threw you a glare. “Please…”

Makki was annoyed. He was here having a good time with friends and free booze. If he was sober, he would’ve been nicer and not actually get pissed off.But his weak had piled on top of him and he wanted nothing more than to drink and have fun with his friends, as well as you. That’s the reason he took you here anyways, so you could relax too.

“Fine,” he uttered, downing the remnants of his pint before slamming the glass down, grabbing your wrist harshly. “Gotta go home now guys. Ms.Goody Two shoes here just told me she had an important presentation tomorrow.”

“I told you before we left,” you whispered quietly to yourself, eyes down on your toes, feet aching in the occasional heels you barely wore and missing the look Makki threw Issei, that had the tall, charismatic, man bid his farewell to the group before trailing a few steps behind you and Makki. An unlit cigarette hung loosely between his lips,watching how you trip over your feet as Makki dragged you out of the club, completely aware of the many lust filled gazes on him.

The drive back home was silent, you uncomfortably sat in the passenger seat, glancing every once in awhile at Makki who hasn’t looked your way since you two left the club and with Issei in the backseat, smoking, you couldn’t help but feel as if you were hostage. And it was silent too on the way up to your apartment dorm, the two of them right behind you as you opened the door. A part of you hesitated to enter your own home…if you walked in there with them, you felt something bad will happen.

“I’ll go to bed now…I’m sorry, Hiro,” you whispered softly, before scurrying off to your room.

But an iron grip on your wrist stopped you.

Issei appeared far more menacing with the light behind him, his features dimmed dangerously by the shadows and the lit cigarette between his lips slowly being eaten away by the dark amber that turned to ash. He was towering over you as Makki closed the front door, the click of the lock falling into place making your throat dry.

No words were exchanged between you and Issei. You diverted your eyes, shifting them to Makki who in this situation was your only source of help but he was just shrugging of his jacket and removing his shoes, oblivious to whats going on behind him.

“You know you’re in trouble right?” His best friend’s deep, rough, voice broke the silence. Your eyes widen and your heart began to pick up its pace, mind wracking your brain for what you had done wrong. You didn’t answer him but instead tried to tug away from his grip, eyes glaring at his much larger hand wrapped around your wrist, the size difference adding more fear to rush through your system.

“Behave,” he tutted, twisting your arm to your back and pushing your body against the wall, cheek flat on the cold surface. You whimpered at the pain that shot through your arm pinned against your back.

“Hiro…”

Makki moved past you and Issei, switching on your lamp by the couch and closing the curtains of your balcony as if he had not heard you call out his name.

“M-Mattsun…you’re hurting me,” you sniffled, trying hard not to cry. You squeaked when he pressed his body against yours, sandwiching you between him and the wall, his other hand caressing the spot below your rear, on the back of your thighs.

“Punishments are supposed to hurt,” he stated in a matter of fact, as if it was common knowledge.

“Mattsun, c’mon man. Go easy on her,” Makki spoke, his words salvation to your ears. Mattsun clicked his teeth in annoyance before stepping back and letting you go. “C’mere baby.”

Makki cooed sweetly, sitting down in the middle of the couch, a soft smile playing on his face as he patted his lap. At that moment, you had perceived him as your saviour and like a dumb little bunny, you scurried off to him, far away from the predator that had seized you just seconds ago.

Your heels clicked unpleasantly throughout the room as you approached him, eyes watery and glossed lips in a pout. Just as you were about to obediently sit on his lap, he stopped you, shaking his head with that same smile he wore.

“I didn’t ask you to sit.”

Brows furrowing, your fingers find the hem of your skirt, playing anxiously at the ruffles as you searched his face for answers, about what he wanted and what was going on. Usually at times like this it was best to remain still, to wait for him to make move. His hand trailed up your arm, fingers softly caressing your skin before they wrap around your wrist that had begun to bruise from Issei’s tight grip.

“Awe, he hurt you?” He pouted, thumb skimming over the blooming discoloured blotches. You nodded your head, seeking comfort…from him. It was dumb of you, you knew that but despite everything he’s done to you, a part of you believed deeply that Makki was a good man. The sweet memories of him actually caring for you and being an actual boyfriend seemed to dim the dark beginnings of your relationship. You had hope.

Your cheeks grew hot when he brought your wrist to his lips, kissing the bruised skin as if to make it all better. The softness of his lips made your heart flutter and the warmth was addicting. You wanted to be held by him, you needed to. Maybe he cooled down and was finally sobering up.

Well, you were right about the second part.

Issei watched the two of you, dark eyes finding amusement at the tooth rottenly sweet sighs before him. He drew in a heavy breath, inhaling the sweet fumes of tobacco before softly blowing the smoke out, strings of dark grey ribbons wafting up in to the air.

Makki finally, perched you on his thigh, his fingers now putting away the fallen strands of hair from your face. “You know I had a really tough week….” His arm wrapped around your waist. “It was horrible and I was really looking forward to spending time with my girl and my friends to relax.”

“I’m—,”

���And if my pretty girlfriend wasn’t so much of a brat and actually cared for me, she would’ve let me have my fun…”

“Hiro, I told you before we left that I had an important presentation, my group members rely on me,” you blurred out hurriedly, citing your defence, Issei’s scoff from behind striking you like a knife.

“I rely on you too,” he stroked your cheek, his touches slowly becoming less comforting your squirming on his thigh. “They’re not important. They fucking freeload off of you, baby. That girl member of yours lied about being sick, she was out with friends in Harujuku instead, and the other two guys, I saw them drinking at a pub near campus. Don’t you hate them just a little bit?”

You didn’t hate them. What weighed heavier on your heart was how they lied to you and used you…you couldn’t stop the tears that fell from your eyes.

“You’ve been pouring your time into work that’s supposed to be done by four people. And if you had did what I said, texting them that you’re sick and skip out of the presentation you so naively handed over to them…,” his hand that had been caressing your face now had a fistful of your hair. He pulled you close so that his lips hovered above your ear. “I would still be with my friends and drinking my horrible week away. We could’ve even danced.”

Guilt ripped at your chest, and you wanted nothing more then to apologise to Makki…even though it wasn’t your fault. Was it? He could’ve went to the club alone but he insisted you to come, reassuring you that it won’t keep you guys for long. Still, if you had paid attention, you would’ve know he was having a bad week.

Then it dawned upon you. Flashes of the time spent with him this past two weeks had been normal. Memories of him getting back from late night lectures and crawling into the bed with you, only to wrap an arm around you and bury his face into your neck, were vivid. Cuddling on the couch with the tv on for background noise had become a routine, he was even more sweeter than you ever thought he was capable of. Too busy with assignments you didn’t notice how he had been seeking comfort from you from a week that has worn him down. You were the one thing he was looking forward to see at the end of his day and you failed to see that.

“Hiro, I’m so sorry,” you sobbed, throwing your arms around his neck and crying into his chest.

Mattsun moved from his spot, where he was leaning on the wall casually watching you two, when he saw Makki’s expression. It grew gentle, his arms moving to hold you as well.

“You won’t let her go that easily won’t you, Makki?” Issei’s voiced out, snapping his friend from letting his walls completely crumble before you. He was vulnerable like you were, yes, but if he wasn’t in this state right now, he wouldn’t have let you off so easily.

“He’s right, baby,” he peeled your arms away from him, the action cutting through you. “If I’m too easy on you, you’ll never learn.”

“B-but I’m sorry,” you croaked out pitifully, the brokenness in your voice making Makki’s jaw grind against each other, trying to keep it all together.

“I know you are. You’re a good girl, right?” He cupped your face, thumbs wiping your tears away, mascara smudging on the corners of your eye. You nodded, sniffling and trying to stop your sobs.

“You know what you have to do.” He simply said, making you stand so that he could sit properly, knees almost touching, his lap no longer inviting. You knew what he wanted but the shame of doing it, made your tremble. “It’ll be over soon.”

He tapped his thigh. But you didn’t move. You couldn’t. You were frozen in your spot. Makki’s eyes slowly lost the warmth that they had been glowing with milliseconds ago and that frightened you.

A heavy hand on your shoulder pushed you down , making you stumble uncomfortably over Makki’s lap. Your fingers gripped the fabric of his jeans, the cold breeze blowing up your skirt making you squirm uncomfortably. You’d be good for Makki. But this was just…degrading.

“I’m not a child,” you mumbled, unable to stop your legs from trembling especially when there was another heated gaze staring at you in this compromising, embarrassing position. The wandering eyes of his best friend that Makki dismissed as nothing whenever you brought it up, even when he was being touchy.

“You aren’t,” Mattsun replied back to you, flipping your skirt up, bunching the fabric to your waist exposing your backside, his thumb tracing the hemline of your panties, the cute white lace making him hum.

“We’ll do seven,” Makki announced, his personality shifting in an instant,his palm against your ass cheek, squeezing the fat a little and massaging. “Since it was seven days of shit. Make sure to count, babe, or else we’ll start all over again.”

You remained slumped across his lap in defeat. Maybe you did deserve this. Even if it was mean…he has been making it very clear that he cares about you. You convinced yourself that this was just his way of showing how much he loves you and you wonder, if he will ever say those three words to you.

Mattsun took a seat the edge of the couch, arms crossed over his chest as he spreads his legs, tongue swiping over his lip at the sight of your cute ass, exhaling smoke.

Smack!

It was harsh. Unrelenting.

The collision shot lighting through your body and your hand came over your mouth to muffle your scream. Your right cheek began to sting and burn, without a doubt the skin turning red.

You sucked in a breath before you shakily spoke, “One.”

The second was just as painful, tears had begun to collect once more in your eyes but you swallowed them down and counted two. Then three, then four. By five both cheeks were a glaring red, the fifth one making your body tingle in a way it shouldn’t from the pain. Seconds go by and you made a mistake. You forgot to count.

“Guess we have to start all over again,” Makki shrugged, massaging your swollen cheeks as you shook your head.

“Hiro, no more please! I’m sorry!”

“It’s too bad, you only had two more to go.” He tutted, before his palm slams onto your burning cheeks once again. You cried into your hand, your thighs shaking from the pain, the undeniable throb in your belly growing.

“One.” You croaked out.

Mattsun clicked his tongue to get Makki’s attention, a smirk was on his face as he nudged his head at the direction of your ass, your cunt snug against your panties, their eyes zeroing in the small wet patch that formed.

“Are you getting turned on? How fucked up is that?” Makki snickered, his and Issei’s chuckles intensifying your shame. “I knew some part of you liked it rough, but I didn’t think it’d be this much.” He went on, landing another hit, the smack bouncing off the walls.

“Two…” you whispered in defeat,but when his fingers brushed against your mound your thighs rubbed together. They snickered and teased once again. You had squeezed your eyes shut by now, awaiting the next blow, bracing yourself for the pain.

Makki’s hands leave your body immediately, only for him to pin both your arms on your back while another hand freely roamed your swollen, throbbing, skin as it had done many times before.

“You’re cute like this,” Mattsun spoke, thumb softly tracing the darkened skin, before withdrawing his touch completely. Then you felt two fingers prodding at your entrance through your panties.

“S-stop, that’s—

“Fuck, she’s fucking wet, Makki.” Mattsun hissed, rubbing his fingers along the silhouette of your slit, your arousal now leaking through the crotch of your underwear. You bit back a moan but with the way your hips were trying to move away from his touch, told him your body was reacting to him. “Do you like it when I rub you through your panties?”

You shook your head, denying it.

Makki tugged the fabric down, the two men sucking in a breath at the sight of your glistening cunt, a string of your slick connected to the crotch of your panties.

“Baby, do you get turned on when you’re being all good for me?” Makki grinned, grabbing your ass, the soreness of your cheeks dulling into an unfamiliar sensation of pleasure. “Did you get turned on cause Issei was watching us? I bet you want him to watch when I fuck you too huh. Give him a live show for once.”

“Hiro, please…I—he’s scary,” you uttered under your breath, eyes screwing shut when you felt the rough pads of his fingers start massaging your clit.

“If he’s so scary, why are you getting so wet?”

You didn’t know why either. Issei’s fingers felt good, knowing you were being good for Hiro felt good. That’s all you could gather right now as well as the way, two thick digits slipped inside of you. “Ah!”

“Would you look at that. Your little cunt is sucking my fingers in,”

“Hiro,” you whimpered for help, finding it wrong for his best friend to be touching you like this. “Make him s-stop. Please. S’not you. It’s not right.” You tried to string together your thoughts but splayed on his lap while his best friend slowly scissored his fingers inside you, you couldn’t ignore the hardness inside Makki’s jeans poking at your stomach.

Makki stared at Issei’s fingers, slipping in and out of you, covered in your slick. It was hot. He glanced at you to see your expression, lip between your teeth, eyes screwing shut when he curled his fingers a certain way. You were trying so hard to be good for him, loyal and sweet. But Makki knew your body was enjoying this despite how you battled with your moral compass. You were probably confused too. Why was he letting Mattsun touch you the way he does? Simply because he didn’t mind sharing you with his best friend. You were his but that doesn’t mean he hasn’t thought about you being split and fucked with Mattsun’s cock.

“Don’t be rude.” Makki hummed, massaging the fat of your ass to soothe the pain he inflicted on you. “If Mattsun hadn’t started this, you would still be counting and getting spanked. It’s your fault for getting turned on by it.”

“Hiro,” you whined, Mattsun’s fingers working in and out of you faster, your walls clenching around his digits greedily.

“I’m not the one touching you. Say his name.”

No. You couldn’t. If this was some test to see your loyalty to him, you weren’t going to fail it. But that resolve was fading bit by bit with the way he thrusts and periodically scissored his fingers in your traitorous cunt.

And yet as you were reaching your peak, his name was slowly rolling of your tongue. Too lost—no, succumbing to him and how he made you feel.

“You’re making such a lewd face,” Makki chuckled, one hand restraining both your wrists behind you still, the other moving your hair over one shoulder to get a better look.

A squeak left you as your body tensed suddenly before going slack, thighs trembling from the orgasm that washed over you. You could feel your slick dribbling down the inside of your thighs, Mattsun slipping his digits out of you only to slowly rub your clit to prolong your bliss, mouth watering at how you came all over his fingers.

He brought his fingers to his lips, lapping up your juices and humming at the sweet distinct taste.

“I could just eat you up,,” Mattsun growled, shoving his digits into your mouth, making you taste yourself. “Lick it up, kitten.”

You helplessly looked up at him through your lashes before reluctantly swirling your tongue round his thick two fingers and sucking it the same way when Hiro would do the same.

Makki released your hands, effortlessly propping you up to sit legs apart on his lap, his hands now roaming under your dress, removing your bra and discarding it somewhere in the room. He teased your nipples til they harden, rolling the sensitive buds between his fingers.

“Did you like that? Like Mattsun’s fingers inside your greedy little cunt?” He rasped against your ear, squeezing your breasts just a little harder. “Since you couldn’t follow my instructions to count, my sweet girl can’t have my cock.”

“N-need you, please. I’m sorry,” you whimpered, hips needy and grinding down against his erection, a soft sigh leaving you when his hard on against his jeans rubbed against your clit. “W-want Hiro.”

In any other time, Makki would’ve loved to give you exactly what you asked for. But brats need disciplining.

“What you want doesn’t matter right now baby. You want to make it up to me right?” He coped, kissing your cheek. You nodded immediately. Yes, you did.

Mattsun stood between your legs, Makki’s hands hooking behind your knees to pull and fold them to your chest, exposing your sex to his best friend. Attention fully on Makki, you didn’t notice how Mattsun was dangerously close, black jeans discarded and cock hard against his abdomen.

“If you want to make it up to me, stay like this.”

Something hard and thick prodded at your entrance, your eyes whipping to your parted legs. You felt your stomach churn. Long and thick, the leaking tip of his cock glared right back at you, it was hot against your cunt as he rubbed his tip along your slit.

“N-no, it won’t fit,” you murmured, wriggling away from Issei’s cock. “Hiro, please.” There was no way that was going to fit inside of you, it’ll rip you apart. You’ve only ever had sex with Hiro, and you still remember how it felt when he first breached your chaste walls, taking your virginity. If that had been painful, you can’t imagine how it’d be with Issei.

“You wanted to make it up to me right?” Makki’s tone darkened dangerously, and his grip on your legs tightened as he kept you open for Issei, the fat head of his cock pushing at your entrance, already stretching you wide.

You wanted to make it up to him. But how was this that? This was still punishment. You were sure of it. Especially when Issei slowly leaned in, impaling his thick cock into your hole, both men hissing and cursing at how your puffy lower lip stretched to accommodate his length while you gasped. There was no way he was going to fit all the way inside. No way, and yet he kept pushing in till the bulbous tip nudged against your cervix.

“It’s—too much,” you whimpered, eyes glossy with tears as you stared up at Issei, his eyes dark with lust and glued to where you two were connected. You swore you could feel him in your womb, he was just—“t-too big.”

“Holy shit,” Makki exhaled, your pussy stretched around Issei’s cock, his own cock painfully hard against his jeans. When Issei slowly drew back, relishing the sweet, plush, grip of your walls, his length was covered in your slick, a white ring of cream an inch from the base.

The tip lingered at your entrance, your heavy lidded eyes blinking at his cock, not believing that it had gone inside you but you were quickly reminded of the sensation when he slammed his hips against yours, heavy balls slapping against your ass and you swore you felt him deeper than before. A broken sound, a mix of a whine and a cry left you, the stretch still so unfamiliar and the weight of him inside of you as he thrusted in and out was dizzying. He was so thick, your walls pulsated erratically, the sparks of pleasure blooming in your lower belly.

“Fuck, she’s tight,” Issei groaned, hands placed behind your thighs, replacing Makki’s.

“She looks so hot being split by your cock, man,” Makki commented, his hand snaking around you to play with your clit, your head thrown back at the added sensation. It was too much.

“Have you ever fucked her in the ass?” Mattsun groaned, keeping conversation as he sets a pace, fucking in and out you till he had you moaning.

“Not yet, dude. I’m taking it slow,” Makki responded, massaging your clit, more slick dripping from your cunny. “Oh, and told you she’s a whore for cock.” He snickered, slapping your clit making you cry out.

“M’ not a w-whore ,” you mustered out, body jolting with each thrust, panting as the scrape of Issei’s cock against your walls started to feel good and you were even greedy for him, your reluctance earlier now replaced with eagerness.

“You’re nothing but a cumdump for me, baby,” Makki chuckled, his thumb brushing against your swollen lips. “And now Mattsun’s.”

“No, not inside,” you cried, his thrusts getting faster and faster, rutting into you with reckless abandon, you couldn’t think anymore. Just feel. Feel the way his cock slams over and over again against your cervix, the way his cock stretched you out whenever he pulled back and sunk back in. His name fell from your lips in chants, soft moans that Issei couldn’t get enough of. Your cute little tongue poked out of your lips, reduced to nothing but a babbling and moaning mess.

Hanamaki whipped out his phone. “Dude, slow down and pull out, film the way you stretch her out,” he handed Mattsun the phone, his rhythm slowing. Drawing back till his cock completely left you, he pressed record, the flash lighting up and making your wet pussy shine.

Mattsun’s hand caressed your stomach, slowly moving down to your cunny, spreading the lips for show for the camera before positioning his cock once against at your entrance, his length coated with your slick.

He pushed in, cock opening up and stretching your tiny cunt, a soft whine emitting from you, body growing accustomed to the sinful sensation of his cock. It was entrancing really, the way he stretched you out, how your walls fluttered and squeezed his him.

Mattsun reared his hips back, slowly fucking into you, cock sliding almost completely out and back into you to exaggerate just how much of his length you could take. What made this time different was how you were freely moaning, whimpering and groaning at how he filled you up.

He zoomed the camera out, your whole body and your flustered face in the frame. Your skin was glistening with a thin sheen of sweat and your knees by your ears, showcased your split cunt so pornographically for the camera. Close to his release, he quickly picked up his pace, capturing the way your body jolted with each thrust and recording your higher pitched moans. His hips slammed over and over against your ass, the sound of skin slapping on skin bouncing off the walls of your apartment.

“Fuck,” he groaned, bucking his hips harder than before as he stills inside you, shooting his hot cum inside your quivering walls. You moaned out wantonly , thighs shaking as you cum at the feeling of warmth exploding in your lower belly, his cock twitching inside you as he coated your insides white.

The camera continued to record, he slowly pulled back already missing your warmth that enveloped him, only to be rewarded with the sight of his cum spilling out your abused hole, globs of white dribbling down your ass.

Switching off the phone, he threw it back on the couch, two fingers pushing his cum back into your pulsating cunt.

“S-stop,” you panted, shaking from the overstimulation. “No more. I cant!” His fingers sped up, curling them directly at that spongy part inside you and Makki continued his ministrations, littering hickeys on your neck while he played with your tits, harshly groping and pinching.

You cum the second time, juices coating Mattsun’s hand and now completely limp against Makki as your head spun and your breathing was laboured, thrown high into ecstasy. In that haze, you only could remember bits and pieces of what happened next, you were on your hands and knees on the couch, cheek against Matsukawa’s thigh as Makki had his turn. Next thing you knew, the hot tip of Mattsun’s cock was tapping against your cheek then buried in your mouth as the two had their way with you.

You couldn’t remember much after that, just felt. You felt the stickiness that clung to your thighs, the heat in your mouth when Issei came, the numbing pleasure in your core as Makki pounded into you. You were so out of it, you couldn’t really make out what words they were exchanging with one another.

“Cant believe you had this tight little cunt all to yourself,” Mattsun groaned, sheathing himself inside again, pushing Makki’s cum back inside.

“Yeah? I knew you couldn’t wait to have your filthy paws on her,” Makki chuckled, sitting on the edge of the couch by your head, your face pressed down into the cushions, moaning and babbling nonsense. “She’s so fucked out.” He caressed the crown of your head, your little tongue lolling out and your hips on its own, was moving to meet Mattsun’s thrust, drunk on both their cocks.

“She’s such an obedient little thing,” Mattsun gripped your waist, pulling you down on further on his cock as he neared his third release. “Fuck, cant get enough of her.” He grunted as he pumped you full of cum once again, cute ass jiggling as you were pushed into another orgasm.

By the time they were done, the dark navy blue sky had become a gradient to a light blue. Before Makki cleaned you up, he and had laid you on the bed, legs parted and cunt oozing with the mix of their cum. They snapped a couple of pictures. And when you woke, your mind was blank. Your eyes scanned the familiar walls and furniture of you bedroom but when you shifted in your spot only to find yourself wedged in between two warm bodies, memories of what had happened flashed before your eyes and only then did you notice how heavy your body felt against the soft mattress, how sore your inner thighs were.

A soft groan brought you back to earth, the familiar scent of Hanamaki filling your nose as he nuzzled his face into your neck, his locks of strawberry blond hair soft against your cheek. His arm was draped across your stomach, crossing over another arm from your left side. Your heavy lidded eyes squinted in the dark to look at the clock, the time making your body click to automatic mode. You had class. But even if you tried to move, you weren’t strong enough.

“Go back to sleep, babe,” Makki murmured against your neck, his voice deeper from sleep. “I messaged your professor you caught a fever.”

“But,” your voice was painfully scratchy along your throat.

“Don’t worry baby,” he shifted closer, naked skin touching and warming your own. “I’ll take care of you. Don’t worry your pretty little mind about anything, yeah?”

You shut your mouth, struggling to keep your eyes open.

“You did so well for me last night. Such a good girl for me aren’t you?” His words of praise seemed to fill your chest with warmth. To know that you had pleased him. “My pretty girl.”

“I-I’m sorry, Hiro,” you croaked out, an ugly weak sound to your ears but Hanamaki raised his head to meet your eyes.

“I know you are, baby. I know.” He cooed softly, caressing your cheek. “You were so pretty being such a good girl and taking Issei’s cock. So fucking pretty.”

“A-anything for Hiro,” You slurred in response with a small smile not able to muster anything more than that as you fell into the hands of deep slumber.

The words resonated within Hanamaki. A slight pang of guilt washing over him as he played over and over the sweet, docile way you had said that. He wondered if you knew that he’d do anything for you too. He wasn’t going to let you go so easily, he’s never wanted anyone as much as he wanted you. If he was even to ponder about it, he was lucky he had you. That you were his naive and dumb little bunny that he had sunk his teeth into.

And he was going to have so much fun with you, along with Issei too.

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[snazzyturtles]

“Confidential”

kuroo x f!reader, nsfw, mdni

being close to your big brother's best friend couldn't possibly lead to anything bad... right?

wc: 5.4 k

tw: best friend’s sister, age gap (2y) , virg reader, unprotected, cunnilingus (f! oral), titty sucking, light bondage, spanking, biting, squirting, creampie, bd/sp, pet names (chibi, baby, kitten, darling, babydoll, angel), kuroo calls himself daddy, lets face it kuroo is a horny mf

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"chibi-chan-" you heard a deep voice saying seductively, strong arms hugging you from behind. a small yelp left your throat as you turned around, relaxing a bit more when you noticed who it was.

"kuroo! you shouldn't scare me like that!” you looked around, lowering your voice, "and i thought we agreed, no contact at school. if kenma saw us, he'd freak out."

and it was true- if kenma saw his best friend flirting with his younger sister, who knows what'll happen.

"my bad. sorry. but we both know we can't help it~" he said in a low, sexy voice. “i missed you, baby," he said, caressing your hair gently with one hand, as he brought the other hand to your waist. you whimpered, looking up at him. 

”kuroo, there are other people around us, people that could be watching. they might go tell him, and i don't think he'll appreciate his best friend hitting on his little sister,” you squeezed your eyes shut. "how about... school lets out in two hours, right? i’ll... i’ll just come to your place right after, okay?”

he placed a finger on your lips, as if to block you. "relax, baby,” he said. "no one around here thinks that about us. and in the slight chance that they might, is that not part of the fun?” kuroo brought his body closer to you, whispering in your ear, ”are you really sure you can wait?”

you stared at him for a minute, trying to think straight before nodding. he was so close to you.

"we both can wait, kuroo please.”

he chuckled, ”alright. two hours, then.” he said as he backed up and started walking away. however, before he got too far, he stepped back and leaned towards you, whispering in your ear. "i expect you to walk through my door wearing nothing but that red bikini i bought you at the beach~”

your head snapped up, but when you tried to respond he was already turned and walking away. your heart was beating fast, scared and excited for what was to come. and knowing kuroo, that could be anything…

you quickly pushed those thoughts away. it was only a bit of teasing, after all. nothing more to it than that… right?

when the final bell of the day rang, you ran home as fast as you could. you had to get there, change clothes, and leave before kenma saw you. you couldn't let him know about this.

running into your bedroom, you dug through your dresser drawers until you found the bikini kuroo bought you hiding at the bottom. it was tiny, the bottoms closer to a thong and the top being made of tiny material that barely covered your chest, breasts practically spilling out of it. it was bright red, one of his favorite colors. you hurriedly changed into it, putting a loose t-shirt and some shorts over it, and ran out of the house.

kuroo was already waiting for you at the door when you rounded the corner.

"you're late~" he said in a flirty voice, but his voice was mixed with genuine concern. once he saw you come inside, he brought you into an embrace, and gently kissed you on the lips. “what caused all the trouble?" he said in a teasing voice, as his hands began to go under your loose shirt and the shorts you were wearing.

"i-i had a bit of trouble trying to find the bikini set you asked me to wear... found it though.” your breath was shaking as you felt his cold fingers run up and down your skin beneath the t-shirt.

he was surprised by your nervousness. “you're shaking…" he let his hands run all over your skin, slowly bringing you closer to him.

"let's not stand around here though-" he whispered in a sexy voice as he took you by your hands and began walking towards his bedroom.

you could tell by the way he had been acting all day that this would be different. he was being more suggestive, more sly with his words. his hands were touching you more than usual. you had a feeling this wouldn't just be one of your normal make-out sessions.

once he had you inside his room, he pushed you against the wall and started to kiss you passionately. he was much more aggressive than he ever had been; it was as if the idea of you coming to his room wearing the red bikini had made him go insane. "chibi-chan~" he said as his hands went lower and lower. "i am so happy you came…“ he said as he bit your lower lip.

a gasp left your mouth when he bit down. it hurt, but it felt so good at the same time. whimpers began to escape your throat as you felt everything. he had you practically pinned against the wall, and you couldn't move as his mouth became more intense and his hands began to roam.

he bit your lower lip harder, while his other hand began to reach your thighs. he had always seen you as kenma's little sister. someone he had to be protective of, like a big brother. yet in this moment, he felt a rush of passion and lust. "chibi-chan~" he said in a sexy voice. "my body is yours.”

a moan came out of your mouth from his movements and words. the line of what was considered risqué and taboo for you two was blurred and you didn't know what to think anymore. "kurooooo" you whined out, long as slow from his touches.

"my, my. such a naughty and needy little kitten-" he whispered as he felt you moan. he pushed you down slowly, and as you got down on your knees, he knelt in front of you. "let daddy kuroo take care of you, baby~" he said while slowly sliding his shirt off.

you looked up at him with your eyes blown wide. it wasn't like you hadn't seen him without a shirt on before, you had gone to the pool and beach together several times. but this was different…

you sat there, not knowing what to do as you watched him. “k-kuroo?”

"no need to speak, baby. just enjoy yourself," he said as he pulled you closer to him. he kissed you passionately while slowly removing your shirt and shorts from you. only the red bikini that he had bought you remained.

the cold air rushed over you, chills going down your body as you sat there, letting him stare at you. the bikini leftover was so tiny.

he ran his fingers over your skin. “chibi-chan… i want you so badly~” he said in a seductive voice as he began to kiss your neck, moving his body closer to yours.

a whimper left your mouth when he kissed you, and your hands began running up and down his muscles. “k-kuroo? can... can i…” your face was blushing deeply by now.

"can you what, baby?” he said in a soft voice as his hands ran all over your body. he could feel your desire from your movements, and it made him lustful.

"can i call you by your first name? is that okay?” you looked up at him with babydoll eyes, not wanting to make him uncomfortable if you did it without permission.

he stopped for a second and stared at you. "of course you can, baby.” he said in a soft tone. “i want you to have as much fun as possible~" he said, as he kissed you on the lips, and began to remove his pants. he slipped his pants down slowly, making sure you were watching. his black boxers were the only thing that remained as he looked down on you again.

kuroo looked down at you. you were a small, and yet alluring figure, as you sat on your knees in front of him, wearing nothing but the bright red bikini. "my, my~ you look so hot in that color-" he said while reaching out with his hand to touch you.

you started whimpering as he brushed his hands across your bikini top, then slowly began untying the string. “te-tetsuro?”

he nodded. "yes, baby. what do you need?” his eyes were already glued to the string that connected your bikini top, fingers playing with it unmindfully. this was really happening.

”want you to touch me, tetsuro.” your breath was shaking, but you were confident in what you were saying.

your words hit him, and his eyes filled with lust, face turning red as he reached out with his hand and slowly, gently removed the top from your body. "is this what you wanted?" he asked seductively as he kissed you on the neck, and slowly ran his fingers over your body.

a loud moan escaped your mouth, groaning as you felt his hands and fingers tease your breasts. his hands were cold, rough, and they began to trace your skin with his fingertips. "so good tetsur- aH” your breath caught when you felt him pinch your nipple, sending shockwaves through your body.

he chuckled. "looks like I got a submissive little angel~" he said in a teasing voice as his hands began to roam all over your body. "i'm not done yet, baby~" he whispered seductively as he continued to fondle your body. kuroo lowered his face to your chest, and you could feel his breath against your skin. his tongue began to circle your nipples, playing with the peaks as his fingers pushed them up closer to his face. he attached his mouth to one, sucking hard and nibbling at the skin. when he pulled back, you could already tell a bruise would be there tomorrow, and it made you whine in excitement.

kuroo picked you up by the waist, carrying you over to his bed where he laid you down on your back. your legs were dangling off the side of the bed, and he was still standing, looking over you. he was enjoying this too much already.

he leaned in and gently pushed your legs further and further apart. you felt his large hands begin to stroke the bikini bottoms, pawing over your mound and making you shake as he pushed your legs wider. when he took a finger to push the bottoms to the side, a gasp left your mouth as you threw your head back.

he brought his face even closer to yours. "you look so beautiful, like a sweet little babydoll~" he whispered seductively as he gave your mouth a light peck, moving to start kissing your neck. he took your legs and pushed them up even further, exposing you completely. "are you sure you want this?" he asked in a hushed, teasing voice as he continued to kiss you.

you looked up at him, staring at him with glistening eyes as you nodded your head.

“yes, tetsuro, please”

he stopped moving, and just stared at you for a few seconds. "thank you, baby-" he said in a soft voice and kissed you on the lips. he felt so bad for kenma... but he can't deny the enjoyment he was feeling right now.

kuroo continued to kiss your neck, slowly letting his fingers slide down your body once again, as his other hand went to your leg. you could feel him playing with the tie for the bikini bottoms, toying with it to the point where it was almost loose. it made you realize that his fingers were so long in comparison to yours, and made you wonder how his fingers might feel when he used them on you.

he slowly untied the bikini string, letting them fall, revealing you in your entirety. "you look so gorgeous, kitten," he said in a soft voice as he brought his face closer to yours.

the moment the string was fully untied and the fabric pulled away, he began to run his long fingers all over your body. he moved his other hand, lifting you over to him so that your body was now on top of his. "chibi-chan~" he said in a soft and seductive voice. “i’ve always wanted this~”

you were straddling his head, and you were confused for a moment about why he put you in this position until he started moving his mouth. he slowly stuck his tongue out, licking long stripes down your folds. toying with the skin around your pussy, teasing as he barely missed the areas you wanted him to touch most. you let out one of the loudest whines you’d ever done before, sounding almost pathetic in your want for him.

he laughed, ”you are so loud." he whispered in a teasing tone against your skin, his breath sending chills across your body. he continued to play with you for a bit, licking circles on your thighs and folds until he looked up at you and said “i have an idea."

"do you trust me, baby?" he asked, murmuring between kisses.

you nodded your head fast. “i trust you with everything tetsuro.”

he can't help but feel protective and responsible in your reaction... for some reason, despite how much lust and excitement he felt from seeing you like this. "lie on your stomach for me, baby.”

you lifted your legs from their position around his head, turning around and crawling forward on the bed. you sat on your knees for a second, catching your breath before he pressed you into the position where he wanted you- laying on your stomach, your legs slightly propped up. your head was on a pillow, and you turned to look back at him. ”w-what's next, tetsuro?”

"put your hands behind your back,” he said in a soft voice. he knew you trusted him, but it felt better doing it this way. at least for him.

kuroo tied your hands with his belt so that you could not move them, tugging slightly to make sure it was secure. "is this okay with you?" he asked.

you nodded your head slowly. "y-yeah, it's okay.”

he smirked with a playful and seductive smile, and began to play with you. "oh, look at those asscheeks,” he said in a gravelly voice. "just begging to be kissed and punished... aren't they?” he moved in close to you, and began to make small circles on your thighs with his tongue.

light noises were leaving your throat as you felt his actions. you were unable to do anything, but somehow it turned you on more. kuroo’s tongue kept getting higher and higher as he licked up your thighs, slowly getting closer and closer to your pussy. whenever you would whine, he would spank you lightly, trying to punish you, but somehow it made you feel even better. it felt so naughty while he did things to your body like that.

"do you like that, darling? do you like how i spank you?" he asked in a teasing voice, as he continued to kiss your body, making small circles with his tongue on your thighs and kneading the skin.

“i l-love it, t-tetsuro” your legs squeezed together around his head, trying to keep him there, doing what he was doing. your body was quivering from all the stimulation he was giving you, and it felt so good.

kuroo laughed. "your legs are squeezing me," he said, using his lips to explore you even more. he was sucking on your body so hard that you were sure he’d be leaving marks, nibbling and pulling at your skin with his teeth to make you whimper even more. "i hope you’re prepared for the next part…” he said in a teasing voice.

he kept licking higher and higher, until you finally felt the tip of his tongue swipe through the folds of your pussy, ghosting the entrance. a yelp escaped your mouth, as you whined for him. "yes, tetsuro! yesss…”

he couldn't help but chuckle at the sound you made, smiling as he continued to make circles around the hole. "yes, what, chibi-chan?" he asked with a seducing voice. “do you want more?~”

“m-m-more,” your legs were shaking as you tried to hold yourself at least slightly up for him, trying to shuffle closer to his face.

"you sure, baby? not everyone can handle me.." kuroo said with a smirk on his face. he was teasing you so much, definitely taking his time to prolong the night. "is this really what you want, chibi-chan~?" he said in a slightly condescending tone, as his tongue continued to circle your entrance.

"y-yessss, pleaseeee” you were whining so loud at this point, wanting his tongue to do more

"i don't think you are prepared for this, babydoll... what if i’m too good?" he said, teasing you even more with the tone of his voice before his tongue suddenly made contact with your pussy unannounced.

when his tongue finally went in, you yelped, and then groaned loudly from the contact. ”s-so good, tetsuro-“ 

his tongue licking in and out was unlike anything you'd felt before then. he was sucking and scooping you slick out of your pussy like he was starved, moaning from the taste and sending vibrations across that made you throw your head back in pleasure. when he pulled his head back, his jaw was wet, covered in your slick, and he licked his lips. the sight alone made a loud moan escape your throat.

he let out a deep laugh. "you were not prepared at all, kitten~" kuroo said in a teasing tone. he was definitely not holding back... "i am so proud of you, baby~" he whispered in a soft voice, lowering his head again as he began to work his mouth on you again. his lips wrapped around your clit, suckling it and flicking it quickly with his tongue.

it was so much- his tongue mapping your body, his big callused hands holding you down tightly, the sounds of him moaning into your cunt as he worked your body.

”-tetsuro, i’m-i’m gonna…” 

you were close already.

"yes, darling-" he said in a teasing voice, murmuring against your pussy. "be as loud as you want~," he said in a seductive tone as his tongue began to work you faster, pushing deeper in an attempt to hit your sweet spots. 

is this really happening? if this is real, kenma would be so mad if he knew…

you felt your cunt begin to squeeze tight, and a shrieking yelp left your throat as your body felt like it was exploding. you were panting, your body shaking and spasming, the pressure in your pussy feeling like you were being crushed. when you finally had the ability to open your eyes, you turned to look at him, only to notice he was looking back at you with wide eyes, his face soaking wet. “y-you just squirted… on my face…” he whispered slowly, looking shocked.

he got on the bed and sat down beside you, smiling lightly, but you could tell in his eyes he looked surprised and confused…

he put his hands on your hips and helped you sit up in his lap. you were so small in comparison to his large frame, so petite in his eyes.

"chibi-chan... how did you come so easy like that?" kuroo asked in a teasing voice, as he pulled you in closer to him. he untied your hands and you immediately slumped forward, grabbing his shoulders and breathing hard.

"y-you make me like this tetsuro… thank you.”

he looked at you as his fingers ran through your hair. "is this the first time you have felt like this?" he asked in a softer, almost concerned tone. “was… was i the first?”

you looked up at him and nodded slowly. "that's never happened before… didn't know i could…” you stayed silent for a minute before squeezing your eyes shut. "i-i've never been with anyone before... but i think i'm ready though.”

“... i think you are, too," he said simply, as his eyes stared deeply into yours. you could tell this was something he hadn't expected you to say.

"chibi-chan... i know this sounds weird, but... do you want me to be your first?" kuroo asked slowly... his tone was soft, and it carried some weight to it. like he genuinely wanted to be with you.

you stared into his eyes and nodded slowly. ”yes... i want it to be you." you tightened your hold around him, trying to think of how to say what you felt. “i think i’ve always wanted it to be you.”

he froze. "no way-" he said softly and in a teasing voice, as he held you by the hips again. "do you really mean it, chibi-chan? baby, i… what about kenma? the friendship we all have?”

he paused for a minute, thinking before he spoke again. “was i your first love?" he asked slowly, his voice heavy. you nodded your head.

"from the first time i saw you with kenma, i knew it was you. playing volleyball with my brother, i thought i was just happy that he had a friend. but the more i got to know you, the more i was around you, started to realize it wasn't just happiness. it was love too.”

this moment was... so precious to him, but he also was feeling sad for you... you’d known each other for so many years...

he began smiling. "chibi-chan... can i ask you one last question... before i do anything else?"

"w-what is it tetsuro?”

"this isn't just sex. you actually want me to make love to you, right?" he asked in a whispering voice. "chibi-chan... are you sure you want to do this with me?”

you stared deep into his eyes, nodding your head. "i basically saved myself for you... and you just did all that to me, i wouldn't want it to end now. i wouldn't want this with anyone else.”

saved myself for you…

those four words made this feel like the most special moment of his life. the way you looked at him, and the way your words carried so much meaning... so sweet, yet so tempting. a forbidden relationship… 

"then..." he said in a whispering voice. "chibi-chan... let's do this.” he hoped you wouldn't regret this afterwards, but... he just knew you wouldn't.

kuroo lightly lifted you by the hips, laying you down on the bed and leaning over you. he began to kiss you, slower and with more passion than he had previously. it felt like he was trying to somehow express even more how much this meant to him, how much he actually felt for you. his hands ran up and down your sides, and the only thing that separated you by now were his black boxers…

the sounds of your moans were so precious to him, telling him just how much you wanted him, reminding him how much this whole encounter meant to both of you. he just couldn't resist anymore, and he began to move his hand downward… with the sound of fabric falling, his boxers were now on the floor as well.

your eyes were squeezed shut as he kissed you, and with him propped over your body, you couldn't see anything. but you could definitely feel when he took his boxers off- something warm, heavy, and stiff suddenly hitting your stomach. you opened your mouth as you sucked in a breath, not knowing what he was planning on doing to you next.

he had never seen an expression like this from you. you looked so lovely, yet so confused. you looked... pure in this moment. like an angel atop his bedsheets. and that was precisely what he was about to change right now…

“-tetsuro?”

you looked up at him, staring into his eyes and wrapping your arms around his shoulders tighter. "i'm ready.”

this was it for him- he finally had the opportunity to make love to you. but something about your eyes... the way you looked right at him, and then you said those soft words… he knew he would never forget this moment. "baby... i…” he said in a soft voice. "i love you…” 

and with those words, he claimed you…

your breath caught as you felt him press in, a moan escaping your mouth from the feeling. the head of his cock was fat, pushing in slowly like a suction cup stretching you out. it made your pussy ache, but you were already craving more. the further he pressed in, the more full you felt, your tight cunt sucking him in. "i-i love you too" you whispered out. "y-you feel so good…”

he could feel your body shaking... he could see your eyes slowly looking away as you were trying your best to hide your face. this was so precious to him…

"look at me darling." he whispered in a soft voice as he held you by the hips. "let me see you..." you were so beautiful to him right now... he wanted to replay this moment in his memories for as long as he lived.

"-so big" your voice was coming out in gasps; you weren't expecting this. you looked at him with your eyes glazed over, tears prickling in the corners as you felt him finally stop moving. kuroo was fully sheathed inside you, the heavy tip of his cock pushing against your cervix with a pressure that made you mewl. he slowly began to move, pulling out until just the tip was left in, before slowly pushing back forward. the more he moved, the faster he began to go.

your expressions were so cute... so pure... it was driving him insane. "you're so sweet, kitten." he whispered in a gentle tone. "just like this, okay? let's look at each other.” your eyes shifted so you were staring deeply into each other, and he could feel that you were just as passionate about this as he was. you were just as invested.

when your eyes were locked on each other's, you could almost feel his emotions. his eyes were shining as he stared down at you whenever you’d make a noise. his eyebrows would furrow with concentration whenever he’d speed up or grip you stronger. this was so much more than you could have imagined it would be. and yet somehow you still wanted more. “h-harder…”

he was smiling. "whatever you want, baby…" he said in a gentle, but seductive tone, thrusting with each word. “ask, and i'll do it.” 

he started to pick up his pace, snapping his hips harder to push in with more force. it made you whimper and moan louder, murmuring his name in a string of sloppy words that barely formed real sentences. kuroo wanted more too... his heart felt like it was beating faster and faster by the second.

you could hear the bed shifting now, bumping the wall whenever he’d push forward. the sound of your skin hitting louder as he sped up more. your cunt began to tighten again, like earlier, and you knew this time what was about to happen.

"..tetsuro..." you panted and whined out.

"chibi-chan..?" he asked in a questioning tone. "baby, are you already…” 

no way… he thought as he kept speeding up. he wanted to give you everything that you deserved at this moment. 

your teeth began to grit as you squeezed your face, eyebrows knit and eyes practically glued shut. "i-ah!" your pussy clenched around him as you came again, spraying around his cock and leaving a puddle to form under your ass. he looked down on you, surprised you had come so fast, but that face quickly turned back into a smirk. it made him feel even more confident, even more turned on when he realized he made you cum twice. he kept moving, faster than before.

"oh my god..." he whispered in a soft voice. “baby, i…” 

kuroo felt like he was about to explode. he could barely contain himself as he kept speeding up even more. "please..." he said in a hushed tone. "i feel so close, baby..." his eyes were so focused on you, and his mind was racing. "want... to... to…”

"please tetsuro... want you to cum in me,” you were panting into his ear as he burrowed his head into your neck. you wanted him so bad.

'i'm... so..." his eyes were shut against your neck. “i'm so..." his mind felt like he was floating, unstable and shaky from uncertainty. "close," he grunted out. “chibi-chan…" his movements were so much more forceful.

he was grunting louder now, practically growling in your ear as he was becoming more and more aggressive. you heard him let out a final moan, before stalling his hips and shuttering. you felt his hot ropes of cum begin to shoot into your cunt, filling it with his warmth.

"baby.." he whispered in a deep tone. "you made me... feel so.." he couldn't even explain it with words right now. he pulled away from you, sliding out and laying down on the bed beside you with a smile on his face. his fingers trailed your jawline as you lay there, your head on his chest, until you both fell asleep.

———

after some time, kenma came over to kuroo's house to find a charger that he accidentally left over. but what he found instead when he walked into the room was his little sister and best friend, asleep on top of each other, obviously not dressed under the blanket they shared.

he shook kuroo lightly, trying to wake him up.

kuroo lazily opened his eyes, as he slowly turned to look at him. he gave him a soft smile. "oh... hey kenma..." he said in a calm voice. "what do you need?”

and that's when he looked down and remembered. he saw that you were lying on top of him, barely covered... was this really happening?

kenma slowly walked closer to the bed, staring at what was in front of him. "i came over to find my charger, but i guess i found my sister too…” he looked between you and kuroo. "you two slept together, didn't you? it'd explain the lack of clothes.”

kuroo felt his cheeks heat up, blushing even redder than they were prior. "yes kenma... we... we did." he said softly as he turned to look at him. "chibi-chan and i... i’ve been keeping feelings for her for a while now, and she did for me too…” he really, really didn't want to make this sound awkward, but his friend deserved the truth.

kenma stared down at you two, seeming to try and process what was happening before him. he stuttered a few times, trying to grasp what to say, before he finally spoke up. "just don't hurt her, okay? if you do, i'm going to purposefully send you bad sets for the rest of the season.”

when he looked back at kuroo’s face, he rolled his eyes before smiling lightly. “and clean her up, would you? i can see your… leftovers on her, it's kinda gross.”

kuroo blushed deeper at kenma’s observation, looking down to notice the small puddle of cum sitting next to your thigh that had obviously dripped out of you.

"we get it, kenma, haha." he whispered in a joking tone as he rubbed your back. "we'll take care of things now.” he turned his head to see your face, you really were asleep. “chibi-chan?”

kenma smiled as he grabbed his charger from the table, shaking his head while shutting the door and leaving the house. you were curled up in kuroo's lap, breathing slowly as you dreamed.

you really were fast asleep... kuroo’s heart was still pounding. this really happened…

he looked down at you, your beautiful face soft and peaceful. he fought the urge to kiss you, not wanting to wake you up yet.

“sleeping beauty…" he whispered as he gently caressed your hair. for the time being, at least, he just wanted to hold you close to him. you felt so precious, and you were finally his.

i guess i’m doing tags now bc i was asked lol, leave a comment or note in reblogs if you want me to add you to the list for future fics! - @tsukiran @msbyomimi

a/n: this one was a bit shorter than the last fic, but it’s bc i was writing another one at the same time & that one’s gonna be multiple chapters so uh yah prep for that lol

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[fuyusangel]

kinktober day 4 - pretty little thing

pairing: haruchiyo sanzu x fem reader

warnings: virgin killer sanzu, corruption, naive virgin reader, drug use, coercion, dubcon, car sex, sanzu calls you pretty girl and doll alot, unprotected sex, creampie. MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DNI.

synopsis: it's much like his addiction to drugs - he just can't get enough of sweet little virgins. and he's got eyes on you; a pretty little naive thing, aren't you?

wc: 2.3k

part of my kinktober event!

"haru, are you sure this is okay..?"

currently you were in sanzu's car, the pink haired man offering you a small little white pill. he grins widely at you, his scars stretching, and you can't help but stare before your eyes flick back up to his expectant blue ones.

"c'mon doll, s'fine, i take these all the time! i'll make sure you have a good high. you trust me, right?"

you bite your lip—you had just met sanzu at a party, but he was so nice to you, offering to take you home early since you weren't really feeling it. but instead of taking you home, he wanted to hang out for a little longer, saying how he thought you were really pretty and just wanted to get to know you a little better. you, being the people pleaser you were, decided to go with it. you thought it was harmless.

sanzu raises an eyebrow and after another bout of hesitation, you finally nod.

"yeah.. i trust you." you mumble, moving to take the pill from him, but he shakes his head and closes his hand.

"open your mouth doll, let me put it on your tongue." he orders. you frown and consider it for a moment. ".. okay."

you open your mouth, sticking your tongue out slightly. you can't help but feel a little dumb but sanzu looks pleased as he places the pill on your tongue. you slowly close your mouth and swallow it dry.

"good girl—give it a moment, okay? you'll be feelin' it real soon." sanzu chuckles deeply as he pops a pill of his own into his mouth.

soon, you start to feel a little lightheaded and feverish, and you grip his arm with worry. "sanzu, i don't feel too good..."

he only grins wider, placing his hand over your own and intertwining your fingers. "don't worry doll, i've got you, okay?" he reassures you and you smile weakly and nod.

sanzu leans back in his seat as he watches you look at him with dazed eyes, your fingers still interlaced, and he grins, deciding its finally time to put his plan into motion.

"hey doll, c'mere, would you?" he beckons you over to him. you tilt your head, not quite understanding what he means. "but i can't move from my seat..?"

he raises an eyebrow. "come sit in my lap. i promise you it'll make you feel even better."

well, he's the experienced one, isn't he?, you think to yourself, biting your lip as you let go of his hand and clamber over the center console, settling yourself into his lap, your back against his chest. he clicks his tongue.

"no, not like that."

you squeal as he grips your hips, raising you and turning you around in his lap. you blush as you realize that your face is inches away from his grinning one—you can't help but bring one of your hands up to his face, your hand running over one of his scars.

sanzu giggles. "what're you thinkin, doll?" he asks you.

you look away, but he grabs your chin and forces you to look at him. "c'mon, i asked you a question. be a good girl and answer, yeah?"

you stare at him with wide eyes. "s'just.. i dunno. your scars are pretty. is that a weird thing to say?" your words slur slightly and he laughs.

"not at all. you wanna feel them some more?"

you tilt your head. "what do you mean by that?"

"i mean this."

relaxing his grip on your face, he slots his lips against yours and you make a startled little noise that makes him ache in his pants. you're frozen, unsure how to respond, but after another moment you finally respond to him and he groans.

"feel good, doll?" he mumbles against your lips, letting go of your face in favor of resting his hands on your waist. his thumbs slip under your shirt, rubbing circles into your feverish skin.

"yeah," you reply softly, your mind feeling hazy.

"wanna feel even better?"

you nod.

"you have to trust me then, okay pretty girl? d'you trust me?"

you nod again.

"good girl. will you take your shirt off for me?"

you hesitate this time. "but... that's a little—"

"a little what?" he interrupts you, his grin instantly turning into a frown.

you shake your head. "nevermind.." you mumble, reaching down and pulling the hem of your shirt over your head. sanzu can't help but lick his lips. you were such an obedient little thing, weren't you?

"so pretty.. you have the cutest tits, you know that?" he snickers as you smack his shoulder, your eyebrows pinching. he can practically feel the heat emanating from your face.

"don't say that! s'embarrassing.." you mumble, looking away and frowning. he brings his hands up to cup your tits in his hands, kneading the fat roughly—almost a little too roughly. you squeak at the sensation, small hands shooting up to grip sanzu's wrists.

"sorry doll, too much?" you nod your head and he relaxes his hold. he massages your tits, tucking his thumbs into your bra and running his hands over your hardening nipples.

"wanna take off your bra for me, pretty?" he coos, and you're not sure why but you obey, shaky hands letting go of his wrists to reach behind you and unhook the clasp of your bra. sanzu hums in approval as you let the garment fall away. he tosses it into the passenger seat, cupping your tits once again, pinching your nipples teasingly.

he relishes in the breathy little moan that falls from your lips, his hips unconsciously bucking to grind against your clothed core. "fuck, baby, you sound so pretty for me," he groans. "bet you're so tight. you ever been with someone before?"

"l... like sex?" you mumble out and he nods. slowly, you shake your head, and sanzu thinks he could cum in his pants right then and there.

fuck. you were just begging to be ruined, huh?

"you want me to be your first?" he asks you in that sickeningly sweet voice of his and you can't stop yourself from nodding—your brain felt hazy, you didn't want to think too hard about it. sanzu was nice! you felt safe with him, despite the fact that a few hours prior, he was a total stranger.

"fuck, baby. i'll make you feel so good. lift your hips—yeah, just like that, let me take off your panties."

sanzu was appreciative of the little skirt you wore; it meant he had easy access to your sweet, sweet cunt. as much as he wanted to taste you, to make you cum on his tongue alone, he knew there was barely any room in his car and he wanted to feel your velvety walls around him as soon as possible.

he slides your panties off and the little whine you emit goes straight to his cock. he unbuttons his pants, sliding them and his boxers down, letting his fat cock free, slapping against his abdomen. you stare unabashedly.

"like what you see, pretty girl?" sanzu lets out a laugh as you shake your head quickly, your eyes quickly flicking up to meet his. he takes in your disheveled appearance—eyes blown wide with lust, mussed up hair, your lipstick smeared. he takes his girth in his hand, slowly stroking himself.

"lift up your skirt for me doll. let me see what's underneath." sanzu tilts his head, biting his lip as he watches you slowly lift your skirt.

so, so pretty. he just loved little virgin cunts. he raises his hand to the apex of your thighs, running a finger along your slit and you gasp at the foreign feeling.

"what, never play with yourself? are you that much of a good girl?" sanzu teases, but when you shake your head he raises an eyebrow.

"i... it just feels different when it's someone else..." you breath out, face heating up with embarrassment. sanzu's eyes widen a little.

"ahhh, so she's not just a good girl after all!" sanzu can't help but cackle and you flinch at his harsh laugh. he brings his hand up to your cheek and carresses your face.

"s'okay pretty girl, we all have urges, right?" he gently pats your face before bring his hand back down to cup your aching pussy. he runs his middle finger up and down your slit and your thighs tremble.

"fuck, you're so wet.. i bet i don't even need to prep ya. how does that sound? you want my cock in you now?" he wraps his arms around you, pulling you back onto his lap. his cock twitches at the cute little noise of surprise you made.

he wanted to hear more. he wanted to make you scream his name, really. make sure anyone passing the car knows who's making you feel this fucking good.

"h-haru... it hurts..." you whisper. he coos softly, stroking your hair.

"i'll make you feel better pretty girl, don't you worry.. raise your hips for me, that's right doll.." sanzu instructs you, nodding his approval as you raise your hips. he takes a hold of his cock, adjusting you with his other hand so that his tip was prodding at your folds. he bites his lip—you were going to feel so, so good around him. you were already soaking wet.

"m'scared, haru.." you can't help but mumble, biting your lip. sanzu kisses your lips sweetly. "s'okay baby, i'll take good care of you, okay?"

"okay.." you nod, and suddenly your breath is knocked away by him pulling your hips down, pushing the head of his fat cock into your tight little pussy. sanzu lets out a groan that goes straight to your cunt, already gushing around him.

"fuck, pretty, you feel so fucking good!" sanzu hisses as you let out broken little moans, your thighs trembling harshly. "s'big, haru, i feel so full—s'weird, ah...!" you gasp out.

he bottoms out in you, hands grabbing at the fat of your ass and kneading it. you shake in his grasp.

"you're doing so well for me doll, do you want me to wait a minute? i'll take it nice n' slow, just for you."

you nod your head, but hazily look up as sanzu chuckles.

"of course, that's what you wanted to hear, right?"

you blink, confused.

but then you realize what he meant when sanzu holds your hips in a bruising grip, starting to bounce you up and down on his length.

"wait, wait, s'too much!" you cry out, overwhelmed with pain and pleasure as he forces you to move along his length. sanzu cackles with reckless abandon.

"you just feel too good pretty, take it all like a good girl for me, okay?" he grunts out, punctuating his words with harsh bucks of his hips.

it hurts, it hurts so bad, but that pain quickly melts away into pleasure and you feel like your brain is goo. all you know is his hard length pumping in and out of you, your hips beginning to move on your own. when sanzu notices, it only makes him fuck up into you harder.

"yeah, you love this don't you, pretty? love getting ruined by my fat cock? yer all drugged up and just couldn't resist!" he laughs, panting harshly. pretty little moans fall from your lips and sanzu drinks it all up, dipping his head and capturing your lips with his own, shoving his tongue into your mouth and swallowing all the pretty noises you made.

"fuck—get in the backseat pretty, wanna bend you over n' make you feel amazing." sanzu hisses, grunting as he lifts you off of him and all but pushes you towards the backseat. you crash into the back seat and sanzu quickly follows you, adjusting you so that you were bent over in the backseat. he grins, lining up his leaking tip with your fluttering hole, practically shoving himself back into you.

you cry out as he fucks you harshly, tears flowing down your cheeks. sanzu grips your ass roughly before smacking it, making you sob.

"so good, you're so tight for me baby. c'mon, tell me how good you feel, use your words doll!" sanzu cackles.

"ah— so big, feel so full, please slow down..!" you babble mindlessly, a string of curses falling from your lips as sanzu continues his punishing pace.

"gonna cum soon pretty, m'gonna paint your pretty pink walls white, okay? sound good?" sanzu asks, but it wasn't a question. to him, it was a statement. "w-wait— but you don't have a condom—" you gasp out, but he doesn't stop. if anything, he fucks into you rougher, his cockhead bruising your cervix.

"it'll be okay, don't worry your pretty little head about it!" sanzu groans. he feels himself getting closer and closer to the edge, so he reaches a hand between your legs, thumb and index finger playing with your clit. he was intent on making you cum first.

"you feel close? come on, cum around my cock, don't be afraid," sanzu coos as you shake and sob with pleasure. you feel the pit of your stomach tighten, and suddenly you're falling, falling over the edge, your walls convulsing and fluttering around him as he continues to thrust into you.

"fuck, fuck!" sanzu curses as you shake and cry, pleading with him to ease up. "s'too sensitive! haru, ah, s'too much..!" you sob, but he doesn't stop until he's coming inside you, sticky white ropes of cum painting your cunt white. he finally stops, pulling out and watching as he leaks out of you.

entranced, he runs his thumb over your slit, pushing his cum back into your leaking hole. your hips buck at the sensation. "haru, m'still sensitive.." you whine and he chuckles, slapping your clit before he leans over you. he presses wet little kisses up the expanse of your back and over your neck.

he pulls back to take in your appearance, and his eyes zeroed in on the apex of your thighs again. "fuck, such a pretty little pussy. s'all mine now, right?"

you nod dumbly and sanzu snickers.

he just loved pretty little virgins—but you? you were something special. he might just keep you around a little longer.

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