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anntidote · 3 years
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Hey! Sakusa full on tuxedo, holding a can of beer UwU
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pairing: butler!sakusa x fem!reader
request: sakusa + butler!au + dumbification
genre/warnings: butler!au, smut, penetration, dumbification, consensual sex, ahgeao face, creampie, slight size kink, sakusa calls you mistress a couple times... ye... and slight degradation...
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cleaning up after you was a chore.
that’s what sakusa initially claimed when he was appointed under you.
it was quite the change when you two first met. your laid back personality reacted like soda and mentos, exploding against sakusa’s love for order and the concept of cleanliness.
purity. it was something you definitely lacked and he knew it from the moment he laid eyes on you.
and everything in your environment seemed to confirm his assumption. the laundry with a handful of skimp undergarments, the toys you thought you kept hidden beneath your bed, or perhaps even the way you sometimes left your empty mug on your desk overnight.
sakusa’s gloved hands always picked up the pieces after you. folding your clothes, dusting off the nearby base, and washing that mug.
but even after all this time, he was still serving you.
the thick of his cock stretching your walls, you cry out. eyes watering, nails digging into the sides of his shoulders, and he hissed at the pain. sliding against the slick of your cunt, yet at the painfully slow pace in an effort not to hurt you.
your toes curl as you cream, sinking and taking in more and more of his cock until he finally bottoms out. “omi... omi...” you babble, eyes rolling to the back of your head, heat pooling in your gut once he starts the piston of his hips. battering the puffy lips of your cunt until you’re sputtering nonsense once again.
sakusa almost wants to laugh. the crease of his brow and small drop of sweat down his neck, as he reaches forward to grab at your chest, rolling your hardened nipples between his fingers, and you groan. “ah... omi i- ah... mmm...”
“mistress, you’re not making any sense.” he pointedly sasses back, with a specific change of angle, thrusting at that one spot in you that has your body arching up.
usually, you’d apprehend him on the spot. telling him off or walking away all together— but now? no way.
not when his cock is kissing your cervix just right. how the wet squelch of your cunt sucking him, mixed with the sound of his pants. your body quivered, feeling the onslaught of telltale signs feather across your face.
“if i didn’t know better, you’re a dumb slut for my cock. wouldn’t you say, mistress?” the dark mischeviousness in his gaze sent a shiver down your spine, and you couldn’t help but hum an incoherent response. too focused on the way he was lighting your body on fire.
he chuckles, taking his hand from your chest to rub circles into the pleasure button between your legs. raising a leg up a bit higher, just so you can feel every ridge of him, stretching you to accommodate his girth.
he was just so big, and making you feel so full.
the face you make is absolutely lewd. one of the most filthy things sakusa sets his eyes on. your tongue hanging out of your mouth, eyes slightly rolled back and panting. sputtering a mantra of his names, alongside incoherent praises of his cock.
“omi... your cock! more, more- i— fuck!” your eyes clench shut as the coil in you snaps. a tidal wave of pleasure locks your joints, and total pleasure racks through your entire body.
pussy having a death grip on his cock, your orgasm milking his as he spills into you- not wanting to deal with anymore of this entire mess, and groaning out your name in long spurts. both of your splotchy visions returning for blind white to reality, as sakusa quickly moves to clean you up.
“o-omi, chill out. i’ll be fine.” you close your eyes before continuing, catching your breath. “clean up later. i want you here.”
and sakusa watches as your naked form in all its glory, sprawled out against the sheets as you open your arms. chest staring right back at him, inviting him in for an embrace.
and even as he slides into your hug, and relaxes into the sheets with you- he doesn’t forget the dribble of your mixed cum trailing and seeping out of your tiny, abused hole.
humming an incoherent tune, his fingers follow the curves of your body to the space between your thighs, pushing the fluids back in, making your scrunch your nose in overstimulation. “i-“
“just cleaning you up, mistress.”
he even served you in bed.
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justwritezz · 3 years
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THE CLOSET
Pairing: Butler!Sakusa x Fem!Reader
Request: Sakusa + Butler!AU + Limo
Genre/Warnings: Butler!AU, smut, penetration, fingering, delicious cum, consensual, a juicy W.A.P and pleasure pleasing, monster dick 
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"Are you alright, Miss?" Sakusa, your butler, asks, following right behind you as you make your way over to the limousine.
"I'm fine," you sigh, stopping in front of the limo, letting Sakusa open the door for you. "I've grown tired of the party," you admit, stepping into the backseat.
"Nothing to your taste?" he asks, leaving the door wide open.
"Nothing at all," you sigh. "Not even a little adrenaline to get the heart pumping." You turn you head to him, staring into his dark eyes. "Can you stay with me until the party is over? Maybe you can provide me some entertainment."
"As you wish," he says, complying with your words. He enters the vehicle, closing the door behind him. "And how shall I entertain you?"
You stare at the man, taking in every feature. The fitted suit that shows the outlines of his muscles, leaving you to only what the mind can imagine, his dark hair that makes you want to run your hands through, the two moles above his right eyebrow that you love to touch, and the mask that adds to his mysterious persona. You look at him up and down, lewd scenarios running through your head. Without a thought to your words, you stare straight into his eyes. "Any way you want."
He stares back, slowly inching towards you. Reaching for his mask he smirks, "Of course, Miss." Ripping off his masks, he grabs you by the arm, pulling you into his chest. In one swift motion, he pulls you in, placing his lips on yours, pulling up the hems of your dress.
You gasp in surprise, feeling the tips of his finger roam your inner thigh, slowly inching towards your pussy. 
Without warning, Sakusa inserts a finger into your pussy, causing you to moan loudly into the kiss. "S-Sakusa-san," you moan, gasping for air as he continuously pumps his finger in and out of our clenched walls.
"Not too loud, Miss," he says with a smirk, inserting another finger into your hole, causing you to moan even louder. "We shouldn't disturb the guests."
"Sakusa-san," you cry, gripping onto his shoulders. Your breathing begins to get ragged, falling into a pleasurable bliss with just two fingers. "Ah~Sakusa-san! Please! Don't stop!" you moan, your walls tightening as you move with the pace of his fingers. Close to your climax, Sakusa pulls out his fingers, leaving you a breathing mess.
Taking his finger with your juices, he stares into his eyes, sucking his fingers clean, slurping each drop of clear liquid. With a dark look in his eyes, he pushes you down onto the black seats, spreading your legs into the air. Impatient for what is yet to come, Sakusa unzips his pants. His throbbing cock springs out, juices slowly dripping out of it.
He climbs on top of you, leaning his head into your neck, kissing and sucking into your sensitive skin. Moaning in pleasure from his mouth, he thrusts harshly into your vagina, making you scream in pleasure.
"Sakusa-san!" you yell, feeling his cock rubbing through your tight walls, going deeper with each thrust. 
He moans into your ear as he begins to go harder and faster. The feeling of his cock rubbing your insides fills you with pleasure. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as you arch your back, begging for more. You wrap your legs around his waist, going with his thrust. "Ah~!" you scream, gripping on his hair, burying your head into his neck.
Moaning in pleasure, Sakusa pushes off of you, grabbing you and bending you over the backseats. With your ass on full display to him, he wastes no time and slams his juice covered cock into your begging vagina. 
Gripping onto your waist, he thrusts with power and speed, the sound of skin slapping, juices flowing, moans screaming, and the vehicle creaking fills your ears.
"Sakusa-san!" you scream, as he leans on your back, hugging you from behind. Your eyes roll to the back of your head, your mouth left agape, feeling the blissful sensation of satisfactory overcoming you. "Please! Ah~! Sakusa!" 
He grunts, into your ear, his thrusts getting sloppier by the second. "Shit," he growls, picking up his speed.
You gasp in bliss, releasing your juices all over him. 
He continues to pound you, holding in until he can't, no more. "Fuck!" he yells, thrusting into you one last time, releasing everything he has into your tight walls.
Your legs shake in pleasure as he gives another thrust, pulling out of your clenched, cum filled walls.
"Have you been entertained, Miss?" he asks with a sly smile, watching the white liquid drip out of your hole.
“Very.”
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anntidote · 3 years
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ushijima spilled his milk on his knight armour.
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pairing: knight!ushijima x fem!reader
the request: ushijima + medival!au + buckets of cum
genre/warnings: medival!au, smut, slight forbidden lovers plot, mentions of death, size kink, creampie, penetration, unprotected sex, and... yup. i’m not sorry.
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it was his duty to serve the kingdom.
growing up within the stone walls, and the bustling culture of the town. he recalls the merchants selling jewelry, the blacksmith’s clang of metal against an anvil, and the smell of fresh produce of the marketplace.
ushijima swore to protect the lifestyle of these people. faces that blurred in his memory but held close to his heart every time he clashed swords.
your people knew him to be an utter brute. claiming he killed ruthlessly with a cold stare. his raiper piercing through chests and trailing crimson, and wails of surrender.
if only they knew.
the moment his regiment declared watch over your village, you felt your heart stutter against your ribcage.
something about him made you know that he wasn’t like what they were saying.
and that something is the reason why your heartbeat was sporadic, as you’re sprawled underneath him. writhing and whimpering, propped up on your elbows to witness him in his full glory.
“t-toshi please.” the name he insisted you called him stumbled from your lips in a desperate plea. he grunts, fisting the base of his cock as he lined up at your entrance.
he’s huge. the stretch making your eyes roll back into your head— and it’s almost like a whirlwind from there. “y-you’re so big— i can’t— mm!” he groans your name in response and leans down, kissing your neck. easing himself in against the vice grip of your sopping cunt, you’re desperate to milk him clean.
and that’s exactly what you do.
the batter of his hips against your sex has both of you crying out. begging for these moments to last longer as you professed a love for each other. even as you convulsed around his girth, and how the tip of his cock kissed your womb so perfectly, it had your toes curl. he spills into you with an elongated moan, and the trail of his milky seed follows him out. spilling onto the sheets and dribbling out of your abused cunt along with your own essence.
“t-toshi...” you call out, eyes boring into his with the underlying message he understands, kissing your forehead and taking you into his arms.
he was never your enemy to begin with.
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anntidote · 3 years
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Heyy!! Could i please request something with werewolf bokuto with a rope?
Love your writing btw! ❤️
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pairing: alpha!bokuto x fem!reader
request: bokuto + omegaverse!au + shibari (rope play)
genre/warnings: omegaverse!au, smut, shibari (mild rope play), mentions of oral (den receiving), edging, begging, penetration, and kou being a bean 🥺
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purely intoxicating.
bokuto wanted to blame everything on you, and the fact that every single time he looked at you- he never wanted it to end.
even when your legs were spread all pretty, tied up with the most beautiful knots that he could consider your bare form as art on display— just for him.
your mouth hung open, tongue hanging out and panting. the rise and fall of your chest in hurried and desperate breaths. the way your hooded eyes seemed to beg, and how your heartbeat matched his.
no. it was your smell.
it was the scent of want. the saccharine sweetness that drooled out of your cunt that had bokuto’s mind running a million miles per hour. how he wanted to taste you for the rest of his life, and simply have you cum against his tongue until he absolutely broke you.
but he shouldn’t.
not with the way you were looking at him right now.
“a-alpha...” your eyes all glassy, he relents.
with a pump of his shaft, he brought his cock up to your sputtering hole, simply using the tip of trace at your rim. and you whine, the teasing and frustration gnawing at you, as you wish to push against him and take his shaft whole. to swallow him into the heat of you—
“don’t worry.” bo’s voice cutting the tension, and finally pushes in. your toes curl and your back arches, and he watches with a smile at how well you take him. trailing a hand down your body, simply caressing and admiring how you were made for him.
“i’ll take care of you.”
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anntidote · 3 years
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AH ANN!! i hope im not too late😖 I'd really love to have Bokuto in a knight armor, being all rough! ☆
a/n: you’re not late at all! you’re made it! haha <3
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pairing: knight!bokuto x fem!reader
request: bokuto + medival!au + < rough >
genre/warnings: medival!au, smut, penetration, breeding kink(?), unprotected sex, implied impregnating(?) is that a thing??, and it’s quite domestic tbh- i’m sick,,,,
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tomorrow.
all of this ends tomorrow.
it’s still a hard concept for bokuto to grasp, but he pushes it to the back of his mind. choosing to focus on the way you cunt seems to take his cock, bottoming out with every snap of his hips. using his hands to spread your cheeks, and completely enthralling himself at the glisten of your lower half, and how you never fail to coat him in your slick and need.
“k-kou...” your plead, raising your head and looking back at him. “please...”
bokuto could never say no to you, even when you were kids. protecting you from those gigantic stag beetles, the girls that claimed you were ugly, and the boys who wanted to do weird things to you— he was going to protect you.
picking up his pace, you brace yourself into the sheets. arching your back even further, he lets out a pleased groan at the sight. the tip of his cock battering against your cervix, and his pace absolutely brutal.
but you take it in stride. mewls and groans, even as you’re absolutely wrecked. your ass cheeks are the same rosy blush on your face, and the bruises forming at your hips are more than enough proof of your lover.
it’s like an overwhelming urge to prove he was there. a primal sense that has him fucking you into the mattress, and his grip on you so tight that the sensations of your abused hole sending tingles through your entire body. the slap of your skin can only be described as harsh, and to anyone else, it was rough— but to bokuto, it was full on want and need. headboard banging against the wall as you can only sit there and take everything he gives you.
“kou- i- aah!” your eyes are clenched shut, mouth babbling nonsense at the feeling of yourself barreling toward your climax. your walls snug around his cock, bokuto’s jaw tightens, the pace of his thrusts never faltering. “i’m gonna- gonna-“ he starts, beginning to punctuate each thrust. your vision beginning to turn splotchy white. “i’m gonna fill you up, baby. everyone here’ll know you’re mine.”
you scream and convulse at his declaration, and you confess love upon love as you cream and milk his cock. he groans in tandem, spilling and fucking his cum into you, and the simple squelch of your lower lips is music. even as your lover collapses onto you, giggles and love— you turn, peppering kisses onto his face in a genuine romance. a stark contrast from the rough, hair pulling pleasure that was still faintly tingling through your body.
you didn’t want to say it. but he beats you to it.
“i’m leaving tomorrow...”
for the war. to defend the crown, to defend the people, and to defend you.
you hum a response, burying your face into his chest. the fear of losing him dies in the back of your head at his next word, as he places a hand on your stomach.
“...but you’ll always have me with you.”
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anntidote · 3 years
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akaashi in a tuxedo with a water balloon please?
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pairing: butler!akaashi x fem!reader
request: akaashi + butler!au + squirting
genre/warnings: butler!au, smut, squirting, fingering, slight exhibitionism, and akaashi is a gentleman 😌
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appointed to your side by higher authority, you’d initially questioned why you needed such help. you were capable of going about the mansion by yourself- you couldn’t see a need be reason. but you were quick to learn just how observant akaashi was when it came to you.
it was almost endearing.
he always seemed to notice the smallest of things. noting when you parted your hair differently, how you preferred two sugars instead of one, or even how you poked the inside of your cheek with your tongue when frustrated.
akaashi knew when you were wound up by the orders of the higher ups— your parents, and he’d advise you to just let loose.
but he never said how.
specifically right then- as your knuckles are turning white at the grip you have on the staircase rail, the thought of relaxing is utter mush. your thighs are quivering as you stare down to the next floor’s tile and the adjacent chandelier. it’s evident that akaashi’s fingers are just so much longer than yours. they reach so much deeper that you just- “mmm fuck... keiji...”
he mumbles praises at how well your taking him. his other hand rubbing the supple skin of your ass, and your dress’s skirt is flipped up onto your back.
if anyone were to leave a room right now- they’d see how much a slut you were. how desperate and needy you were for the butler you swore you didn’t need.
how much of a good girl you were for him.
“aah...”
“that’s it, mistress. just relax.” his tone is gentle, yet somehow sending a shiver down your spine. slightly commanding when your body almost reacts on its own. your legs giving into the tidal wave of pleasure that crashes down on you, and your mouth drops to scream- only for akaashi to slap a hand on top of your mouth.
and akaashi, your butler- serves you a mind blowning orgasm. fucking you with his fingers so well that your sight becomes splotchy white, your pace of your breath quickening and the heat of it all sending tingles down to your toes.
“keiji- keiji please...” your vision still blurry, nails digging into the wood as you try fucking yourself back onto his fingers. slight overstimulation mixing with the fuzz of pain and ecstasy.
you don’t even know what you’re begging for- but akaashi does, when he angles his fingertips and rubs against that one spot inside of you that has your walls squeezing him. and you bite your lip so hard, you almost draw blood when you gush around his digits.
unfortunately, you don’t get to see the way his eyes light up at how you utterly cream yourself. milky essence dripping and trailing down your folds and thighs.
the amount of self restraint it takes to not fuck you like no ones business in this stairwell— he serves you.
he quickly retracts his fingers, slipping them into his mouth and sucking them clean. salivating at your taste before returning to his professional demeanor- almost giving you whiplash.
“is there anything else i can get for you, mistress?”
and as flustered as you are when you pull up your panties, you don’t skip a beat. pulling on his tie and towards your door.
“why yes, akaashi.”
and it happens to be throbbing in his slacks.
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anntidote · 3 years
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hi! if you are still taking requests, how about oikawa with some devil horns holding a mask, please.
a/n: you’re actually my last request!! so here you go!
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pairing: devil!oikawa x fem!reader
request: oikawa + devil!au + breath play (choking)
genre/warnings: devil!au, smut, choking, penetration, consensual sex, dumbification, voyeurism, size kink,,,,, this is kind of self indulgent cuz i love tooru...
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oh to fucking breathe.
tooru was and always had been a fucking sadist the first time you met him.
there has always been a little sparkle in his eyes, but whether or not it was pure intent or malicious— you didn’t know. his charming smile and words always had you enraptured, even as he led you into his room that evening.
what you didn’t know, was his intent was to swallow you whole.
“aah! tooru- i- mmm-“ moans upon groans ricochet across the turquoise of his bedroom walls, but you couldn’t see it.
tooru thought it was quite a pity, as the sight of your pink little pussy being stretched wide by the girth of his cock was absolutely sinful. the glisten and sensitivity of your bud, your legs propped on either side of his hips, and your mouth wide open. chest spilling out of your shirt and your hair sprawled across his pillows. “tooru...” you groan, at his length sinking further and further, reaching depths your fingers could never dream of.
“shh...” he hushes, stroking your cheek with his thumb, slightly brushing up against the shell of your ear. “take it.”
again. he’s a sadist.
the snap of his hips as he suddenly bottoms out, starting a pace that has your brain scattered. you cry out, and it’s at his utter pleasure to hear your begs. “tooru i can’t- you’re so b-big i- mmm- tooru—“
oikawa doesn’t know how you always seem to be such a crybaby. the tears that well up in your eyes, and spill over your rosy cheeks as you hiccup against the batter of his tip nudging against your cervix every time.
but he doesn’t understand the stretch. the utter burn of pain and pleasure that courses through your veins as you yell out, barreling toward your orgasm and your walls fluttering. rubbing and encasing his cock in complete warmth that is drives him insane.
“tooru tooru please! i can’t- i can’t-“ your begs and pleas come out, but you don’t know what for. and he groans, annoyed at your whines.
“shut the fuck up.” his hand latches onto the length of you neck and he squeezes.
your eyes widen, a gut ripping moan falls from your lips as you lose it. gushing and convulsing, as curses falls from tooru’s lips. and he never lets up- fucking you through all of it. toes curling until you’re sobbing.
and when he finally lets go, you inhale deeply, crying out at the fuzziness running through your veins. “tooru...” you moan, nose scrunching in sensitivity.
“take my cock so well, angel.” his hips stutter, but he punctuates each thrust. hypnotized by the way your sopping cunny welcomes— sucks him in. “i just want to ruin you...”
“aah...” your brain is mush, and can only focus on the feeling of every ridge of his shaft rubbing against your walls. “tooru...”
“that’s it, angel.” he smiles, pressing down on the expanse of your stomach, face becoming a bit tense as he releases into you, continuing to push his cum inside. “take all of it.”
he loved ruining his dumb, little angel.
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anntidote · 3 years
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ok, ok i gotta send this; atsumu (duh) + school uniform (i have a hs!au fetish idk y) + flashlight shgsjsjsbg good luck w that honey! take care of yourself and stay hydrated & safe, love u~
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pairing: atsumu x fem!reader
request: atsumu + highschool!au + exhibitionism
genre/warnings: highschool(not really an au), smut, exhibitionism, masturbation, atsumu is trying to get good grades, did i mention you’re a TA?
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he just needed good grades.
working himself down to the bone in order to represent the province once more, atsumu’s work ethic was one that only a small percentage could compare to. but that was only towards volleyball.
his academics were another story.
his twin wasn’t necessarily as studious, but definitely wasn’t as much of a block head. thus, when confronted with his grades, there was no time wasted in bickering on who was the true dumbass.
but all of this inevitably led to you, the teacher’s assistant.
young, smart, yet laid back. atsumu’s attraction toward you was something you brushed off. pushing to the back of your brain- the instances whenever he grazed his hand against yours, offering to carry your bags in between classes, and even having the audacity to ask you on a date or two.
you didn’t deny atsumu was definitely your type, but when he came to you crawling for help— it sent shivers down your spine.
even now, as he palmed his erection in front of you, gasping your name with flushed cheeks at the seat of his desk- you felt like you wanted to scream.
“m-miya-san...” your warning is meaningless as your face a deep shade of red, not being able to tear your eyes away from the weeping tip of his cock. the pump of his hand against his shaft, as you desperately clench your thighs together under your pencil skirt. “you can’t...”
he groans your name quite loudly, and your grip on the chalkboard’s rail becomes even whiter. both of you painfully aware that neither of you locked the classroom door, yet having the impudence to still mumble on how much he needs you, and how much he wants you.
how much of a good boy he is for you.
and you know just how ruined your underwear is when he cums against his hand. ropes of milky release drip onto the tile floor, and his shaft still being pumped for every last drop.
you salivate at his head thrown back. the expanse of his neck and collarbones, tie pulled, and thighs well spread.
fuck it, you thought.
he was getting an A on this quiz.
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anntidote · 3 years
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Kuroo in a tuxedo with a phone in his pocket
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pairing: butler!kuroo + fem!reader
request: kuroo + butler!au + nudes
genre/warnings: butler!au, smut, slight exhibitionism, taking nudes, teasing, toy usage(?), and kuroo is a good photographer HAAAA... i got too carried away with this
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he did not sign up for this shit.
butlers were suppose to take calls, order your food, and call you taxis. he was supposed to make sure a straw was always in your drink, that the creases in your shirts were gone, and your windows were always crystal clear.
what kuroo did not sign up for was this.
the way you stood across the ball hall- your up-do, pinning your hair and framing your face perfectly.
everyone knew you were high in status. flocking to your audience like wasps and light, and kuroo absolutely despised it.
you could do no wrong in their eyes.
none of them know the mischeviousness in your eyes when you stole a glance at him. none of them knew the shiver that you single handed of sent down his spine as you stroke his arm lightly, simply asking for a refill of champagne.
he hated it.
that’s the lie he seemed to tell himself as he closed his eyes, breathing in deeply, recalling how you held him before entering the event. your warm breath fanning against his ear and causing his cheeks to flare a bright rose.
“take a picture. it’ll last longer.”
you weren’t stupid when you chose this dress. how the ends of your skirt swayed against the soft breeze of the hall. the dip in your back, and the exposure of collar bones against the red of the silk.
but as much as kuroo hated it— you get what you want, no matter what.
that’s when you direct everyone’s attention elsewhere. the split second when every person’s eyes are off you is the moment kuroo’s phone camera focuses on you. the red record button clicks under his thumb— and it’s almost like slow motion.
your hand lifts the hem of your skirt, and his breath hitches.
cold air hitting the throbbing heat of your cunt, you fight the lewd moan bubbling up your throat. looking dead straight into the lense, you see his throat bob in a hard swallow at the sight of your cum trailing down your thighs. milky white streaks and the pretty pink of your walls as you have the audacity to spread your legs a bit further for his greedy eyes, as he zooms in.
but it’s like whiplash. quick and easy, when you drop the material, and your facade modesty flips like a switch. as if you didn’t just show how good you’ve been to kuroo, with your walls clenching around the toy you’d shown him.
how you said you were getting ready for him.
no one seemed to notice the slight flush of your face as he’d snapped a picture with a flash. stuffing his phone into his pocket, and placing a server tray over his lower half.
just because he didn’t sign up for it, doesn’t mean he won’t enjoy the benefits.
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anntidote · 3 years
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omG YOUR EVENT!!! 💯 may I try? Kageyama full on tuxedo bring his baby bottle in his pocket thank you! congratulations 700!!! 🎂🎉
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pairing: butler!kageyama + fem!reader
request: kageyama + butler!au + mommy kink
genre/warnings: butler!au, smut, mommy kink, kags is kinda insecure, handjobs, praise kink, calling him a good boy because he IS... he’s my babie 🥺
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it was borderline pathetic.
growing up alongside you, and catering to your every need, tobio found himself absolutely pitiful.
he was born to serve you after all.
when he first laid eyes on your strawberry pink dress and kind smile, he knew he’d gotten lucky.
kageyama’s friends hadn’t met the same fate, and was appointed under a more strict and crude master. horror stories on being mistreated, and being left to their own devices. locked out due to the way they looked, or kicked due to the smallest act of misconduct.
you weren’t like that.
no matter how many times kageyama had mixed up the cocoa powder with coffee. no matter how many times he’d mishear a call, or accidentally set off a guest with his stiff smile— you were always so kind.
he hated himself for it.
“tobio, won’t you look at me?” your soft smile holding the utmost care, yet corners peaking upward with mischeviousness.
his heart stutters in his chest when he meets your list filled gaze, and he hiccups against the stroke of your hand on his cock.
he’s throbbing in the grip of your hand, languid pumps making heat pool at his gut, and he clenched his fists at his sides. breathes heavy and a drip of sweat runs down his forehead.
“m-mommy please.” voice hoarse, he desperately begs. his thighs already quivering since he’s already dangling on the edge. the tip of his cock weeping and beading the milky substance you only wish to taste, onto to thumb it down and slick his shaft even more.
you lean down to kiss his cheek, and he flushes a further shade of rose. “you’re just so good to me, tobio.” you say so calmly. almost as if you weren’t speeding up the snap of your wrist, and sending his mind into a stage of whirlwind. “you’re so good to mommy.”
he clenches his jaw, joints locking, and he’s gone.
you watch in utter awe, as the ropes of sheer bitter sweet pleasure coat your hand, his thighs, and even land on your cheek. he’s laid bare underneath you; writhing in absolute pleasure when you keep your ministrations going. electricity pulsing through his veins when you pepper praises into his ears.
“you’re such a good boy, tobio.” and he just keeps cumming, coating his abdomen in a love language he hasn’t been able to commincate yet, but making you salivate. “so good for mommy.”
and even when he finishes, and you kiss him. pressing your bare chests together and holding each other close—
he hates it.
because he was suppose to serve you, and not the other way around.
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anntidote · 3 years
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Atsumu+ crown+ time stop plz!! Thank you
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pairing: king!atsumu + fem!reader
request: atsumu + royalty!au + time stop
genre/warnings: royalty!au, smut, TW!!DUBCON (i seriously warned y’all), penetration, unprotected sex (wrap b4 ya tap), creampie, ... does this count as somnophilia?
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whatever atsumu wants is what he gets.
growing up in the palace walls, atsumu was born with a silver spoon. everything he knew was correct, and everything he did was correct. the slick back of his blonde locks, the crisp folded collars of his red blazers, and the wax seal of letters sprawled across his desk.
no one had ever seen atsumu do wrong. and they’d be correct.
the concept of time was foreign to the king, as it slowed, sped, and stopped at his will. he gave and took as he pleased. there was absolutely no one who’d doubt the account of the king, as long as he said it was alright.
and this was alright.
the gleam of his eyes as he groans into the crook of your neck. your form bent over the castle balcony, overlooking the entirety of the kingdom. the length of your skirt pushed up to your back, and your sex dripping. absolutely battered by the snap of the king’s hips, and the ricocheting noises of your wetness squelching- sucking his cock in even deeper.
fuck. even as your face is frozen in that beautiful smile that you greeted him with, your body is a work of art to him.
this wasn’t the first time atsumu slowed his pace to simply admire your beauty. even as his cock dragged against the heat of your walls, he took the time to whisper praises that fell void onto your ears. trailing hands from your chest to your hips, your flesh pliable and bending to his use— you were his as long as he wanted.
even when he cries out your name, spilling into the vice grip of your cunt, and calculated thrusts to make sure his cum doesn’t seep out after him- he always steps back.
even as time resumes, and your legs give out. you drop your bearings onto the floor and your eyes are wide in surprise and confusion.
atsumu— the king meets your gaze and you feel your heart drop in humiliation, as you clench your legs together and let out an embarrassing sob, letting the feeling of pain and pleasure hit you. “w-what is- ah?!” your panties being soaked in mixed milky fluids, and your breath quickens in panic.
and you don’t see the small smile on his face as he simply watches your face scrunch up, your fists bunching up your skirt. you cry in front of him on that very balcony he’d bent you over.
but he enjoys it.
the king doesn’t do anything wrong.
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anntidote · 3 years
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H-Hello! Can I get Osamu wearing an Apron with Whipped Cream? 👉👈 Thanks
a/n: no need to stutter lolol— but yes you may! it’s cool to see another filipino around here :p but without further ado, your wish is my command!
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pairing: timeskip!osamu x reader
request: osamu + chef!au + food play
genre/warnings; chef!au (more like timeskip, since the man is already a cook), smut, making out, manhandling, implied bj, mild food play
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it shouldn’t be a surprise that you had a sweet tooth.
there were a couple times where osamu’s breath would get caught in his throat, especially when got sucked on a popsicle with extra fervor. how you unconsciously licked the chocolate off the strawberries before eating them. how the rim of your lips would go slick, and how he’d end up tasting the sweetness of sugar from your lips.
as much as sugar was addicting, so were you.
everything around the two of you seemed null, and the only thing you could feel was your boyfriend’s lips against yours. how the homemade banana split he made you was left unattended at the table when he kneeded your ass in his palms, moaning into the kiss, with all passion and need.
“you taste so sweet, baby.” his words fanning across your flushed cheeks.
and that’s when an idea hit you.
reaching a hand behind you and dropping to your knees, osamu’s jaw drops when you pipe a line of whipped cream from the can across the v-line of his stomach, right above the hem of his sweats. he swears his heart stops when you look at him, innocent eyes as you kitten lick at the cream. the white remnants surrounding your lips, and all he can think about is you.
it’s the most absolute yet delicious form of torture he’d ever experience- and he’s too proud to admit how hard he is, just by watching you moan at the saccharine taste of the sugar against the salt of his skin. finally licked clean, you pull and his boxers, met with the angry red, weeping of his cock.
“osamu, darling?”
he snaps out of his trance. “yeah?”
“i hope you know...” you bring yourself face level with his sex, and everything in the world seems to fade.
“... you taste so much better.”
and let’s just say that you make it clear to this miya, that your sugar addiction and desserts, were nothing in comparison to your infatuation with him.
and his cock of course.
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anntidote · 3 years
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:hq - the closet masterlist
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|| author’s choice (☁) || 
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⊱ ───────ஓ๑☁๑ஓ─────── ⊰
the closet is full of costumes (au rqs) & props (kink/toy rqs) to celebrate this blog hitting 700 followers and spooktober. listed below are the outfits each hq member tried on. special thanks to @justwritezz for helping me finish these requests❤️
🚨  warnings are listed at the top of every request, but be warned this list includes dark and mature content. please proceed at your own risk. 🚨
note: those without a link are still in progress. 
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karasuno
sawamura daichi 
police uniform + rope
sugawara koshi
devil horns + rope 
full tuxedo + rope
business casual + flashlight
nishinoya yuu
werewolf + milk
tanaka ryuunoske
werewolf + timestop watch
hinata shoyo
black cape + milk
kageyama tobio 
smock + baby bottle 
full tuxedo + baby bottle
tsukishima kei 
astronaut gear + whipped cream
ukai keishin 
black cape + ribbon
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nekoma
kuroo tetsurou 
black cape + rope
wand + timestop watch
devil horns + milk
full tuxedo + phone
morisuke yaku
devil horns + bus
business casual + baby bottle
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seijoh ||aoba johsai
oikawa tooru
apron + ribbons + whipped cream
full tuxedo + milk
school uniform + textbook
devil horns + mask
astronaut gear + milk
iwaizumi hajime
werewolf + candy
full tuxedo + whipped cream
lab coat + flashlight
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shiratorizawa
ushijima wakatoshi
full tuxedo + candy 
knight armor + milk
tendou satori 
devil horns + timestop watch ☁
astronaut gear + milk ☁
crown + candy
knight armor + mask
gold chain + ribbons
crown + orange juice
semi eita 
biker jacket + juice ☁
devil horns + rope
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fukurodani
akaashi keiji
crown + milk
full tuxedo + waterballoon
bokuto koutarou
werewolf + rope
school uniform + timestop watch
knight armor
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inarizaki
rintarou suna
school uniform + phone ☁
miya atsumu 
crown + milk
school uniform + timestop watch ☁
business casual + candy ☁
business casual + car
school uniform + flashlight
crown + timestop watch
miya osamu
apron + whipped cream
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itachiyama
sakusa kiyoomi
business casual + phone ☁
full tuxedo + limo
full tuxedo + beer
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anntidote · 3 years
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Lab coat + flashlight for iwaizumi please !! Congrats on 700 and stay safe :D
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pairing: alien!iwaizumi x fem!reader
request: iwaizumi + scifi!au + exhibitionism
genre/warnings: sci-fi!au, smut, pwp, fingering (map receiving— it makes sense, i swear), exhibitionism, slight fluff if you squint,— you’re a scientist by the way
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“i’m sorry that i have to do this.”
your words genuinely seem to surprise iwaizumi, as he fiddles with his hands, form slouched over the medical bed. “just... be careful.”
when subject 061004 crash landed in a japan’s suburban province of miyagi, the last thing anyone had ever expect was for the alien to directly communicate.
and although it was mostly on the outside looking in, you took it to heart on how impersonal some of your co-workers seemed to treat the subject. they were cold, harsh in their words, almost as if they were treating him more like an object than a person. even if the stats claimed he was male, they’d say “it is male”, “can speak japanese”, but no greeting, no courtesy, no nothing.
it made you kind of sick.
“do you have a name?” you suddenly blurted out on one occasion, causing him to raise his head, raising his eyebrow at you.
“you call me subject—“
“no no i meant, name. like- what did others refer you to before you came here.” you bring the pen you were tapping against your clipboard to the shell of your ear, blissfully oblivious to way his eyes widen at your sincerity.
he shakes his head and casts his look down onto the turoqoise tile of the floor. “it doesn’t translate to human language.”
you purse your lips for a moment, thinking, before having your eureka moment. “how about hajime?”
“hajime?” he asks, returning his vision toward you. taking in the length of your legs, the hug of your pencil skirt, and drape of the lab coat over your shoulders. he assumes this is what you humans call, beinf pretty.
“yeah! it’s the name of an anime character i like.” you explain, and he notices the way your eyes seem to sparkle. the gleam making his face turn a shade warmer. “what’s an anime?” he fauxes interest, giving into your giddy nature, unbeknownst to the grin growing on his face.
and from there, the two of you grow closer across the span of the week. bringing him small tid bits of the outside world, and he’d share details of what his life was outside of your stratosphere. it was almost heartwarming.
almost.
your coworkers thought you were an absolute lunatic for naming an alien. to them, iwaizumi hajime was a monster, and didn’t deserve the kindness you kept feeding it. and due to his lack of cooperation in getting an examination, they were about to force his extermination— as he was a threat for simply being unknown.
you let out a sigh, glancing at your one coworker who stayed behind, their slouching body in disinterest, and the fatigue catching up to them through your peripheral vision. “i’ll be as careful as i can.” you promised, taking a step closer, slightly blocking the view of others as you drew the hospital gown down and exposed his back.
this examination wasn’t suppose to invoke your curiosity like this, but perhaps curiosity killed the cat.
both of your backs toward the glass window of the inspection room, you made an effort to give him modest. using the length of your lab coat to cover him.
“hajime?” you question, noticing the tinge of red at the tips of his ears. he mumbles, noticeably fidgets with his hands, legs shifting. “y-yeah?”
“i’m gunna take a look at these, okay?”
“... alright.”
you patiently wait, only proceeding at the brisk nod he gives. your scrawled out writing on the clipboard, defening click of the wall clock of 4am, almost forgotten, as you trail a hand across the slits of his back.
there were six of them. spread across evenly, as two were across his shoulder blades, two on either side of his spine, and the two a little bit lower. “so what’re these for?”
“um... i don’t think you humans have them... they’re for— aah!” your eyes widen, at the pornographic moan, face flushing as you retract your hand almost immediately. “h-hajime?”
iwaizumi feels guilt at the heat pooling at his gut. you were innocent in comparison to the assholes that initially probed, yelled, and harassed him with questions and a set of blue gloves.
you were kinder. always staring back with pure eyes and curiosity. gentle with every touch— but perhaps he was as evil as your kindred thought he was.
“oh my gosh- i’m so sorry! i didn’t mean to do that! i’m really-“
“d-don’t stop.” he pleads, lifting his head to meet your gaze. “please.”
you swear your heart stutters in it’s cage, your cheeks now a rosy pink. everything is screaming at you that this is a bad idea. your mind blows back to the fellow coworker sprawled across the desk, right outside the window of the examination room. supposedly spectating, but you know they’re definitely passed out by now. any sound would alert them.
but unfortunately, you’re not as responsible as you thought you were.
“f-fuck!” eyebrows scrunched and almost a pained expression etched on his face, you watch in amazement. tracing one of the slits of his back, slowly drooling its own lubricant, iwaizumi moans. pleasure blooming through his veins as you coax him into a state of a daze.
“is this alright?” you experimentally dip one of your fingers in, met with the tight and wet warmth of him. he groans, barely making a coherent response, his grip against the bedding, tightening. “m-more.”
soon, you’re fucking two, three fingers into him knuckle deep, as he hunches over, keening in ecstasy. you’re absolutely enthralled, clenching your thighs together for any friction, because goodness he’s hot. “oh fuck...”
especially as he cries out- not giving any fucks about your prior warning of others watching. convulsing and babbling a mantra of your name, he cums.
there’s so much of it, that coats your fingers as you fuck him through it. his splotchy vision is white, his other walls sputtering around nothing, as his slits squirt and gush. dribbling milky white ropes that trail down his back that has you salivating.
iwaizumi pants heavily, chest rising and falling in exhaustion as he returns his gaze toward your dilated ones. pulling your hand away, experimentally licking your fingers clean. “mmm... you taste good.”
bittersweet. tangy. him.
“shut up.” he hurriedly pulls his medical gown over his shoulders. you giggle, writing a couple notes onto your clipboard.
iwaizumi doesn’t know how to perceive the fondness in your eyes. the hope and the rapid beat of your heart.
“um...” but he senses the hesitance. the unsure tone in your voice that he doesn’t know why he wants to quell. the patter of your feet reaches the door, unsure of what to say.
“thank you.” he raises his head as he says it, giving you a small smile. “for...” he trails off.
you laugh, breaking the tension, easily comforting him by a simple breath. it was strange.
“anytime, hajime. anytime.”
and he hoped anytime would be sooner, so he could somehow return the favor.
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anntidote · 3 years
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May I please request Kuroo with black cape costume and rope prop for latest au? Congratulations on 700!!
a/n: thank you so much!! i hope you enjoy hehe
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pairing: vampire!kuroo x reader
request: kuroo + vampire!au + shibari (rope play)
genre/warnings: vampire!au, smut, vaginal penetration, consensual sex, light shibari (rope play), and there’s angst if you squint
you volunteered for this.
after the repeated warnings and red flags sent your way, your stubborn nature never failed to let up against any circumstance.
no matter how much kuroo told you that this was a bad idea, you didn’t care. you could see it.
you could see that he needed you.
and you still hold no regrets, especially as he sank his teeth into the expanse of your neck.
you seemed to suck him in further, as the squelching of your lower folds and the battering of his cock pistoning into you seemed like a total fever dream. your scent and flavor totally envelopes him as he moans into your skin.
your wrists strain against the rope, as your eyes roll into the back of your head, feeling utterly under his control. the manhandle of his hands at your chest, and the cocktail of pain and pleasure that has you keening against the motion of him utterly feeding on you.
you said you wanted him to. and kuroo gave you the warnings.
he never said he wanted to feed on your blood alone, but perhaps he’d also like to taste the milky cry of your cunt after he batters it a bit more.
“kuroo!” you cry against the tidal wave of sensations rocking your body. he sends you a sickening smile, and you snap.
“take it, baby.”
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anntidote · 3 years
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bokuto is wearing his school uniform, holding a time stop watch 👀
a/n: to those of you who wish to read more timestop stuff— do not fear! i have something special coming up soon, so please stay tuned!! c;
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pairing: bokuto x fem!reader
request: bokuto + highschool!au + time stopwatch
genre/warnings: highschool life, smut, TW!!DUBCON (i warned you), time stop, groping, penetration, jealousy, slight size kink, and the fact this is slightly self indulgent
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from the first moment you set foot in the fukurodani gym, bokuto knew he wanted to know more about you.
the way you tilted your head when you first greeted everyone, the nervous fiddle of your fingers during your trial run as a manager, and the slight stutter of your speech whenever talking to a teacher.
your interactions had been many, with the exchange of water bottles, tossing for extra practice— but it irked him. how the voice is the back of his head prodded at an insecurity his setter couldn’t discover.
how you didn’t see him as a man.
bokuto, to you, was an upperclassmen who had a bright smile. someone who made wicked line shots, a guy who worked the crowd and made the world proud. but, he was just a boy to you.
he’d utilize this as an unconscious motivation, and work on his line shots. his team wouldn’t say a thing to the aforementioned captain as they’d didn’t want to be pinned to jump those blocks- but when you came to toss him balls that day, you said something that made his skin crawl.
it was about another guy.
it was too quick— the way he slapped the watch on his wrist. you didn’t get to see the irritated expression that washed over his face, or the way he stalked over to you, knocking the volleyball out of your hands to caress your face.
your expression frozen, he takes him to stroke the softness of your cheek, thumb wiping over the pink of your lips and trailing down to grasp at your chest. he was surprised at the give of your flesh, and how responsive you were, even when unconscious. your cheeks flushed and nipples prodding against his hand when he places a kiss onto your cheek.
he can still feel the rush of jealousy that came over him, even when he shoves your form over the cart of balls, bending you over and yanking your leggings down to your thighs to expose the cute blue of your cotton undies.
no one knew of the silent storm that brewed in bokuto’s mind, as the world stopped and revolved at his will. and how he proved his masculinity to you. the wetness he worked you up to with simple rubs of his calloused fingers, and how he pushes into your heat, bottoming out with a loud moan.
“f-fuck...” he batters your sex to his full desire, wishing he could hear the melody of your moans and the mantra of his name that would fall from your innocent lips.
the way your walls stretched to accommodate his girth, and the clamp of your walls seemed to want him in and out, both at the same time. pleasure pricked at his vision as he abruptly pulls out of your hypnotizing heat, seed spilling onto the gym floor with his heaving pants.
he quickly cleans up, wiping away what was there, and returning your form to prior modesty. sneaking a smack at your ass and a kiss to your neck, pulling up your pants and returning to his spot by the net. and he smacks the watch, watching your pupils come to life, and the birds out the window resume their flight.
“here’s the next one— ahh?!”
you drop the ball out of your hands as your eyes widen, your own hand smacking over your mouth in utter surprise. the pornographic moan bubbled up your throat without warning, and you were barreled into a world of ecasty. legs shaking, you drop to the floor, and the onslaught of sensations hit you like a ton of bricks. the gropes at your tits, the strokes at your cheek, the feeling of your cunt being stretched by something huge. the prod at your cervix, the kiss at your neck. it was all too much.
“what the— mmppff!?”
your flushed cheeks, sweat sheen built at the crease of your forehead, you felt utterly humiliated in front of your senpai, as you came right on those hard gym floors, staining and utterly ruining your black leggings. the heaves of your chest and rapid pants that came from you- your blood on fire.
you don’t see the smile that wants to etch on bokuto’s face as he facades worry- asking if you have a fever.
he proved it.
he was a man to you.
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