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[tendousfingers]

slasher | eren yeager

summary: you and your best friend + long time crush end up alone together for a halloween movie night.

warnings: fem!reader, probably ooc eren, mentions of scary movies, vaginal penetration, mentions of choking, please let me know if i missed anything! 3.1k words.

you'd frowned at your phone for the fourth time tonight, a freshly popped bowl of popcorn in your hand being placed onto the counter while your eyes skim over yet another text message from a friend, this time, connie.

'gonna stay the night with sasha, she's sick.'

you knew. jean had texted the same thing before only a few hours ago, letting you know that sasha had eaten entirely way too much halloween candy and that she wasn't feeling well. it was no big deal, you had told yourself, there was still armin, and mikasa, historia and ymir, even reiner had mentioned going a few days ago too. but as fate would have it, you would receive another text message in the group chat explaining that they were going to hit up some halloween party instead.

it was fine, really. you weren't mad; you know that no one owes you anything and that the plans you'd made last week were a spur of the moment mention anyways, once you had discovered that your favorite collection of slasher movies had been uploaded to netflix. you throw your feet up onto the coffee table as you sit down, thumbs typing out a quick 'no worries, i didn't pick up a costume so you guys have fun.'

"ill just watch them by myself.." you mumble, tossing your phone aside onto the couch cushions and grabbing your tv remote. you point it, finger poised over the button to press play on the first installment of the series, only, you feel your phone buzz with another message. you lazily drag your eyes over to the screen as it was still on, your heart immediately thumping in your chest at the words displayed in the group chat.

yeager bomb: 'ill come.'

"holy shit." you can't even contain the curse that emits from your lips, his first text quickly being followed by another, 'see you in 10'

"holy shit, holy shit, holy shit!" you repeat yourself in a panicked frenzy, jumping from your couch and immediately running to your bedroom. the cheesy halloween pj's you had been wearing are nearly ripped from your body and tossed across the room, dresser drawers yanked open with such force you weren't sure how they didn't manage to fall out. you quickly settle for a simple outfit, a black crop top and black spandex shorts. you keep on your fuzzy halloween socks with little pumpkins, said articles slipping across your wooden floors as you pace like a maniac.

you had completely forgotten about eren, somehow or another the thought of eren being the only one to show up had never crossed your mind and boy, were you fucking nervous. the heels of your hands grind into your eyes before your fingers run through your hair, your heart pounding a mile a minute. the last time you'd been alone with eren, at a fourth of july party only a few months back, you had kissed. you told yourself it wasn't anything serious— a harmless kiss made by two people who had drunk entirely too much booze.

just calm down is what you keep telling yourself, phone shaking in your hands as you type out a response. it was only a little crush, something silly you had harbored for your best friend over the last few years while telling yourself that it's not like he would like you back anyways. the kiss however, made things much more complicated; you and eren were shying away from each other at every possible opportunity.

you bite you lip, pressing send on your message, 'okay (: bring a pizza.'

by the time you hear eren knocking at your front door, you'd managed to apply mascara and lip gloss, and even style your hair cutely. he notices right off the bat, as soon as you open the door his ears are immediately flushed from how pretty you look, eyes bright and lashes fluttering as you invite him in with sweetly plumped lips. as you lead him towards the living room, he could almost swear you were swaying your hips oh so sensually on purpose.

"why didn't you go to the party?" you ask, glancing at him from over your shoulder as you collect the popcorn and some drinks from the kitchen. you can't help but wonder if he came here for a reason, the thought dancing in the back of your mind.

eren's already gotten into the pizza, gooey strings of cheese stretching from it as he pulls out a slice, "i didn't have a costume either." he admits, gazing at you for what feels like entirely too long before looking back down at the ridiculously greasy slice of pizza in his hands, lips pursing together.

it's not like he was going to admit that he wanted to be alone with you again, that ever since that night he had been pining for you just as you were for him. that he'd been fisting his cock in cold showers after hanging out with the group every single time, just from a few passing glances of your face and maybe a moment that your cleavage had shown, or you had brushed close to him when moving past.

kicking his feet up on the table, he leans back into the cushions, "what are we watchin'?" you fumble with the tv remote, pressing a random button to refresh the page from the current idle screensaver, "oh, uh scream. that okay?" you glance to him, licking your lips before swallowing dryly. eren gulps down the large bite of pizza in his mouth, pointing towards the tv with a greasy finger. "course, you remember when i dressed up as ghostface last year?"

eren remembered vividly— but not because of his own costume, but because of yours. you and sasha had dressed up as a matching pair of a devil and an angel, an entirely classic costume idea.. but the way that red mini skirt gripped at your hips and the way that pointed, heart clip on tail swayed behind you with every movement was a scene he simply couldn't erase from his mind.

you hold back a giggle, biting at the tip of your thumb, "oh yeah! you scared the shit out of armin when you came out of the bathroom." you feel your stomach swirling with excitement and nervousness all in one, as close as the two of you were as friends, you couldn't stop your heart from skipping a beat as he looked at you with beryl colored irises, tawny lips pulled into to a handsome smile as you reminisced together.

you scoot back onto the couch, swinging your legs and placing your feet in his lap with a snicker, hands fiddling with the remote in your hands. you look down to your lap, a foot pressing into his thigh. "hey, ren..?" you speak softly, the abbreviation of his name catching his attention almost instantly. he could only recall one previous time you'd called him that, your voice shaky over the phone as you had asked him to pick you up from a local restaurant after being stood up for a date.

"yeah?" he's finished his pizza by now, hands gripping one of your feet and playing with the fuzzy cotton of your sock. eren gives you his full, undivided attention, admiring every detail of your face as he waits for you to speak. your lips press together, and you almost want to say nevermind and turn your attention back to the tv, but the attentive look drawn on eren's features encourages you. "i just.." you release a sigh, wiggling your toes his his hands, "wanted to say thank you for coming. i figured id be alone tonight, but you pulled through."

there's that pretty smile eren adores playing on your lips, and he can't help but mirror it, his fingers slipping just beneath the ankle of your sock to tickle at the side of your foot. "thank me? you know i wouldn't miss it for the world, you're my best friend." he pulls the elastic of your sock, allowing it to pop against your skin, "now get over here, i'm fuckin' freezing."

ignoring the dull sting against your ankle you shuffle over towards him, pressing play on the movie and setting the remote down. it wasn't weird to be so close to eren— the two of you had done this countless times before yet, the thumping of your heart is heard clearly by both you and him. he can't help but glance over towards you as you come near, scooting until you're shoulder to shoulder.

there's a certain thickness in the atmosphere as you guide your eyes to the television, both of you wanting each other yet neither of you making a move. eren had come for a reason— your shared friends encouraging him to watch the movies with you by himself because they were all aware of the feelings you had for each other. watching the two of you avoid each other in that desperate, lovey dovey way was painstakingly agonizing for them. they'd pushed eren to cross that imaginary line drawn in the dirt that separated you two.

dully, the movie plays behind your loud thoughts, churning within your brain. you can barely focus, the way eren had smiled at you and spoken to you making you all the more flustered. you felt just as you did that summer night, when his lips had pressed against yours so deeply and the bitter taste of alcohol transferred from him to you. it ended as fast as it began, sasha and connie rounding the corner all loud and rowdy with jello shots in hand. you and eren shared a final passing glance, before melding back into the party.

beside you, eren had come to a similar consensus. with a balmy hand, he places it on your thigh, turning to face you in the dimly lit apartment, with only the tv illuminating his features. "[name], can i be honest?" you'd switched your attention from the movie towards him at an embarrassing speed, shifting in your seat just slightly to get closer to him. you don't trust your voice, so you only nod then ghost your hands over his, a fingertip tracing his rough knuckles. his hand feels hot against your exposed skin, and it makes you want to squirm.

"ever since the kiss.." he starts, and you can suddenly hear your heart beating behind your ear drums, your eyes wide and guileless as you look at him. eren feels it— when your thighs press together just slightly and this only pushes him further, his confidence growing stronger. "i couldn't stop fuckin' thinking about you." it's as if the world around you is drowning out, the movie playing yet you can't hear it, only moving pictures in your peripheral vision. "all the time, driving me crazy.."

your breath hitches as he suddenly nears closer to you, close enough that you can feel his breath fan across your frontispiece. your bottom lip quivers just barely before parting, "me too.. i missed you, ren." with your every word, you nearly keen from the way his hand caresses your thigh, slowly inching closer and closer to the heat that spreads rapidly between your thighs. his fingertips meet with the fabric that shields your cunt from him, sticky to the touch already. he hums, eyes flickering up towards you with laze.

"yeah? thinking bout me makes you like this?" you spread your legs at his touch without even thinking, and eren sneers at your eagerness, rubbing his fingers even deeper into your clothed folds. even through your shorts and panties, you soak his digits, and that's enough of an answer to him. "ive barely even touched you, [name]." eren's chin juts up just slightly, that arrogant look you've known for years playing on his face.

"it's been awhile.." you admit shyly, averting your gaze away from him. eren cups your heat firmly, "then it's my job to take good care of you, isn't it?"

this time, you build up the courage to make a move, leaning forward to press your lips against his. it's soft at first, barely grazing together but eren grasps you with his free hand, long fingers spraying over your cheek and touching your hair as he pulls you in deeper, closer. you're both desperate for more, your hand gripping his shirt in a balled up fist and the other finding purchase on his bun, all his hair tied up in one spot being the perfect anchor to hold on to.

there's a quick moment when you part your lips to heave in a shaky breath, and eren steals yet another kiss from you, delving his tongue into your mouth with a low groan. you absent-mindedly tug his hair once more and eren finds himself leaning back with lustful eyes, that dull pain with each yank turning him on more and more. "you keep on doing that and i'm gonna have to teach you a lesson."

eren guides you from the couch to the bedroom with ease, knowing the layout of your apartment like the back of his hand. he can smell you on every blanket and pillow, the place where you lay your head each night.. the place where you might've even touched yourself thinking of him. eren could jump out of his clothes right now and lose himself, but he holds himself together for a bit longer while he's peeling your shorts down your legs.

pink flushes the apples of his cheeks at the sight, your plush legs spread open just for him, wetness seeping through the material of your panties and that bashful look on your face as you gaze at him. you drag your eyes over every inch of him, admiring his body even though he's fully clothed and you aren't. you stare especially long at the obvious bulge beneath his sweatpants, a pout forming on your glossed lips. you rub your foot over it with a whine as eren pulls off your panties, fingers pressed to your entrance and ready to slide in.

he pauses, glancing down to where you rub against him then back up to you, another smirk playing on his lips. "what?" eren already knows, but he'd much rather hear you say it. hear that sultry voice of yours telling him how *bad* you want him. your brows are pinched together, knees knocking into each other out of bashfulness as you look up him, eyelashes batting softly, "need you now, ren. can't wait."

eren feels his cock twitch, throbbing within his confines and he knows just as well as you do that neither of you could wait any longer. he tugs off his shirt while you work at sliding his pants down to his knees and soon his hands join yours with his boxers, cock swaying once it's free of his pants. one hand meets the plush of the mattress as he leans forward, shimmying out of his pants and letting his other hand slide up your side. there's no time to take off your shirt, so he hikes it up above your tits.

eren cups one firmly, his hips finding their way between your legs. like a magnet his glaring red cockhead presses flush against your entrance, and before you can manage to sputter out even a sound he's crashing his lips onto yours, thumb ghosting over your nipple. your fingers feel cool against his stomach as you glide them over, following that trail of hairs that lead you right on down to where you want him the most. your touch is soft, nearly hesitant with clammy fingers wrapping around his shaft and guiding it into your awaiting, inviting walls.

you both let out a sigh of unison at the feeling, your juices coating him and allowing him to slide with ease. "fuck—!" eren seethes through his teeth as he bottoms out, both hands hooking beneath your knees and folding you up nice and wide. you cry out, fingernails painting red lines across his flesh with every inch that stretches you out. your foreheads press together as the kiss ends, and eren keeps his eyes trained to where the two of you are connected, watching as he pulls his hips back just to drop them back down firmly.

the length of his cock makes you squirm, hips shying away from the way he bullies against your cervix already. eren grunts, releasing your legs to instead grab both of your wrists and pull them down flatly against your stomach. he braces down with this grip, his hips picking up a quick pace while rolling into you skillfully. you can do nothing but take it, and eren watches the way your pretty little eyes fill with tears. they spill over onto your round cheeks, and eren thinks you just look absolutely stunning this way.

to see you crying for him, with your lips gaped and brows furrowed together while you take him in again and again is enough to make him cum already, but he once more, wills himself to keep it together. he's not ready for this to end, and he intends to savor you for a bit longer.

eren jackhammers into you, and you find yourself wondering how you ever lived with out him fucking you like this up until now. how he somehow knows your body like the two of you have done this before, easily finding that spot inside of you that makes your entire body spasm, walls clenching around him sporadically, your fingernails digging into the palms of your hands as you let out a wail of warning.

eren choses to release one of your hands in order to rub against your clit with his thumb and work you through your sudden orgasm, watching with amused eyes as your body shudders and shakes. eren looks too good— and you can't help but crane your neck upwards, lips pooching towards him to ask for another kiss. with you looking like that, sweet and plush just for him he could never say no. he'd have to save it for another day because he's coming undone, leaning down to claim your lips as his.

"yes, yes" you cry out in a whisper just before his lips touch yours, legs tightening around his taut waist and your walls tightening even more. eren's hips stall momentarily as he reaches his pinnacle, only moving once more to pump you full with his release. you can feel his cock throb one last time, and this is what brings you to your orgasm once more. you whimper sloppily against his lips, holding onto his shoulders with an iron grip.

you feel your legs fall, relaxing from the position you had locked eren in. eren has other ideas however, long fingers clasping around your neck and tilting your head back just slightly to meet his gaze.

"one more time for me, yeah?"

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[tendousfingers]

𝒔𝒆𝒊𝒋𝒐𝒉 + 𝒇𝒂𝒗𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔

contains: oikawa, iwaizumi, matsukawa, hanamaki, kunimi, kindaichi.

summary: i tell you the seijoh boys favorite positions based off of my opinions. fem!reader.

karasuno, msby

oikawa ↴

he likes for you to be on top, pretty tits bouncing right before his eyes. he'll rub his calloused hands from years of playing along your sides, thumbs gently caressing your stomach as he praises you along. "good girl" and "just like that" often frequent his tongue, just cooing as he tells you just how good you're doing, how well you're taking him in. he likes when you mark up his chest, or when you're stare just a little too long down at his nipples, pretty shades of brown at pink. the way the two of you admire each other in this position is nearly ethereal. 

issei ↴

matsukawa has been and always will be a jack of all trades, being able to satisfy both you and himself in any position. though, if he had to choose just one, i think doggy style would be at the top of his list. something about the variety ways he can fuck you in just that position appeals to him more than anything else. he can pull your arms back, or push your head into the mattress, hook a finger into your mouth, even pull your hair. there's also the choice of him putting a leg up, or keeping them both down. he definitely likes to get creative. he also screams ass man to me, so being able to touch and appreciate your ass is another plus too. he finds you to be very pliant in this position, giving him free range to do really, anything. 

hanamaki ↴

takahiro gives me reverse cowgirl vibes. it just, suits him to let you turn around and do all the work as he watches the way your pussy swallows up his cock so greedily. he even enjoys the weight from your ass pressing into his balls everytime you come down. he likes to take a hand to your asscheeks and smack them until they're sore. more often times than not thus position always ends up with you doubled over on your knees and him drilling you from behind, but the start will always be his favorite. 

iwaizumi ↴

mating !! press !! iwaizumi just loves to fold you up and hammer into you while watching that pretty face of yours go absolutely braindead, the only thing on your mind and behind your eyes is the way his cock fucks into you so deeply. this position gives him full control, and to me, iwaizumi seems that he can be very domineering during sex. he likes to see you powerless while you take his cock like a good girl. 

kyoutani

he gives me SUCH ass man vibes and i know in my heart of hearts he's a doggy style kind of guy. he likes to hold onto your hips with his big hands and just absolutely drill into you, his brow furrowed together sharply. he loves to hear you scream— to tell him how good he's fucking you like this. i also feel like the type to pull— your hair, shirt, he'll even pull your arms back and hoist you up like that, just giving it to you so well. he also enjoys a good mating press too. 

kindaichi ↴

good old missionary. he likes to see your face as you take him in, watching as your brow furrows or your lips gape. you're just so pretty, especially like this, he can't help but want to admire you. kindaichi likes the feel of your tits against his chest when the two of you are entangled together, his hips working in a steady rhythm to make you cry out in the most symphonic ways possible. 

kunimi ↴

prone bone!! kunimi likes to pound into you from that certain angle, reaching every one of your most erotic spots with ease. his balls slap against the crack of your ass with every thrust and grind, only heightening his senses even more. he'll plant his hands on either side of you and lean over, just whispering the most filthy things into your ear while he slides in and out of you. he likes to push one of your legs up sometimes too— reaching even deeper inside of you. he likes this position a lot. 

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fair maiden | satoru gojo

a/n: this is my piece for the ouatintroloves collab! it's fairy tale themed and multi-fandom, hosted by @introloves ! all the other amazing pieces, the line up and more collab information can be found here.

summary: the prince has had his fair share of the handmaids in the castle, but he's yet to have his hands on you.

warnings!: fem! reader, handmaid! reader, prince! gojo, gojo's kind of a slut, reader kinda dislikes him, thigh riding, spanking, hair pulling, usage of the word slut, vaginal penetration, doggy style, both praise and degradation, mentions of cumming inside to impregnate reader, breeding, cream pie. kinda happy ending? please let me know if i missed anything! also i didn't proofread this so that's that.

wc ; 3686.

gojo's fingers slip beneath your chin methodically, lean and lanky body cornering you against the door that had brought you into his personal quarters to begin with. all you had intended to do was bring his night robe, maybe even change his bedding. that is your job after all, to serve him, do what he asks and cater to his every whim. nothing more, nothing less. 

at least, that's what you told yourself as you looked up into eyes that almost seemed icy, willing yourself to keep your mouth shut even though you so badly wanted to curse him. the prince hums inquisitively, tilting his head to one side to get a good look at your features, even using his hold over your chin to turn your head from one angle to the next. 

you loathed the way he ogled you, like a trophy or prize, something that he could get his hands on. he did as much with nearly every other handmaid in the castle, easily charming whatever woman he so desired. except, for you. he'd pined for you for quite the while, tried his hand at getting your attention time and time again, yet, to his dismay. you were unattainable, intangible, something gojo had yet to encounter in his life of luxury. 

born with a silver spoon in his mouth, satoru gojo always got what he wanted, which is why he had to have you. a handmaid like you couldn't possibly turn down a prince like himself, you'd be stupid to. how could you not want him? 

yet, you didn't. you weren't rude to him, you didn't turn him down harshly. you simply didn't indulge in his shenanigans. how could you possibly be attracted to a man you'd accidentally seen lying with the vast percentage of your peers? one at a time, two at a time. the handmaids gossiped like school girls, and through the grapevine you had heard exactly what the prince was up to in his free time. 

"what? is there something the matter with me? you don't like me?" 

gojo inquires directly to your face, making it impossible for you to ignore him. his hand presses against the cool wall behind your head, brows raised as he awaits your answer. 

"of course it's not that, my lord. i just have so many tasks that need tending to, and im sure you'd like to be left alone." 

he's amused by your answer, because he knows it's not the truth. there's no shame in his next actions, fingers trailing from your chin to glide down your neck and over your clavicle, his fingers trace the bone hidden beneath your flesh, "it's quite the opposite really. id much rather be in the company of a beautiful woman like you."

"like me?" you echo his words, "is that what you tell all the handmaid's?" you turn your head in his grasp, an almost infuriating action to the prince. his eyes gleam, tauntingly with mischief and deviousness. he grips you tighter, turning your head back towards him sharply. "and if it was? does that bother you?" 

there's a twitch of his lips as he holds back a smirk. the question taunts you, mocks you almost because you don't have a direct answer. did it bother you? the fact that he could use the same phrase with women over and over again and yet achieve the same result? or did it bother you that there was a wet spot forming in the cloth of your panties at the mere thought of the dastardly prince using you to get off? 

your teeth gnaw at your bottom lip, and when you don't answer, gojo's pale brows raise to his hairline, "oh? cat got your tongue?" his tongue swipes over his lips, fingers reaching up to tuck a strand of your hair behind your ear, "i think.. you like the attention. isn't that right? you like that ive finally chosen you and not one of them." 

 "th-that's ridiculous!" is your outburst, eyes wide and frantic. you're not even aware of how he could come to such a conclusion, and to add to it, it almost seemed as if he were right. had you been jealous of the other handmaidens all along? 

to counter the dryness of your mouth you swallow thickly, lips then parting to allow you to defend yourself but to no avail. a long digit presses against your mouth to shush you, "don't even try to deny it. because i think this–" gojo's knee grinds into the sticky heat between your legs, rubbing from one side to the other, the white cotton of your dress draping over either side of his thigh, "only proves my point even more." 

the soft skin of your legs is exposed as your dress is hiked up with every push and grind of his knee. you resist the urge to roll your hips against it, even with his eyes taunting you so. you're pushed up onto your tippy toes from the force, the raw edge of your boots digging into the backs of your heels, head sliding back against the wall as you keen quietly. you bunch your fingers at your sides, crumbling your dress in your hands to prevent yourself from touching him back. 

gojo notices, and with the speed of lightning he's grasping your hand and placing it over his own breast piece, his larger palm ghosting over the new connection. gojo's eyes glint with blown pupils, knee still grinding into your cunt steadily, "admit that you want me just as much as i do. you're dying to lay with me, aren't you?" 

there's a particularly tight flex of his thigh, hard muscle pressing against your already swollen clit. only a thin piece of cotton separates the two of you, it dawning on you only now as you're pressed for an answer. 

with a shaky breath you finally meet his gaze confidently, "yes, my prince. i want you to take me— ravish me for tonight however you see fit." 

the hand that had been placed against his chest now gently rubs against him, thumbing over his nipple through layers of silk. to feel it harden is almost like a reward, and even more, the grin that lines his lips from your answer makes you all the more giddy for what was to come. 

what feels like eons pass as gojo closes the gap between the two of you, closer and closer until you can feel his breath fan across your face, the smell of wine clinging to his breath so sweetly. you hum hotly when his lips finally touch yours, everything you had declared to him before now thrown to the wind without a second thought.  

you can't think about it for too long, warm hands sliding beneath your dress and taking ahold of your waist. gojo groans aloud when he feels you sucking down on his bottom lip, feather-like touches to your sides now firm as he yanks you up his thigh, pussy leaving a trail along the fabric of his pants, his knee knocking into the door that sits behind you the entire time.

his thigh, now permanently flexed, presses against your throbbing cunt, needy and ready to be stuffed. it was almost as if your own body was betraying you, the way it reacted to him no matter what he did. layer after layer of linen is stripped from his body, landing to the floor in crumpled heaps that he kicks to the side with his free leg. the other bounces you relentlessly over his knee, the hard bone tapping your clit with just enough force to make you clench, but not enough to send you over the edge. 

nimble fingers help him to discard his final layer of clothing, shoulders bending forward and back to shrug it off and at the same time, accentuating each moving muscle of his neck. you’re fighting to get your own clothes off, dragging you feet against the door behind you until the boots on your feet were loose enough to kick off, brown leather glinting under the lights before they land haphazardly elsewhere. there's a single but firm tug to the front of your dress, and almost like paper it rips under the pressure, tearing down the middle and freeing your tits. 

you could have yelled aloud, the fact that he had torn the only garment you owned to shreds almost overwhelming you because what were you to wear when this was all said and done?

“ill dress you in the finest robes and jewels, just like the princess you ought to be. don’t worry over these old rags any longer.”

it was as if he had read your mind, immediately comforting you and dismissing your current worries with ease. the tattered white cotton falls down your shoulders effortlessly, sliding down your sides before drooping down around your waist, your entire upper body revealed to him. he leans back to observe you closely, hand reaching to gently brush against your clavicle before rounding down to cup beneath your breast. he squeezes gently, just taking the moment to absorb every small detail available to his eye. 

your nipple hardens from his touch, just as his own had done for you earlier, and his lips curve to create a small smile.he pinches it gently, then snickering when your body reacts just the way he had wanted it to. he was pleased with what he saw, but he wanted more. to see the rest of your body like this. he gently places your feet back to the ground, taking a few steps back in order to get the full view before lifting a single finger, 

“i want the rest of it off of you at once.” 

you gulp, eyes wide at his request. he wanted to watch you finish undressing? you give him a curt nod, fingers reaching to the material that pooled at your waist, “as you wish.” 

it is carefully pushed down your thighs, revealing more and more of your supple skin. your body seems unusually sensitive, even the drag of your nails over your calves as you continue to push it down sends shivers up your spine. you look up to gojo once the article is down around your ankles, carefully stepping out of it and onto the floor next to it. you were nearly satisfied with yourself, waiting for him to commend you on how good you had done. 

but he doesn’t, even with how striking you looked right now, there was one piece of clothing still left on your body, and that simply would not do. “i said the rest of it, did i not?” his eyes flitter between your face and back down to the undergarment still snug around your waist, and you feel almost silly when you realize what he was referring to. 

as you slip your fingers beneath the waistband, you suddenly hesitate. was there any possible way to discard these without him seeing the obvious mess you had made between your legs? the conclusion you came to was no. with goosebumps lining nearly every inch of your skin, you finally drop your panties down your thighs, strings of slick connecting the saturated cloth to your pussy embarrassingly, then breaking off once the underwear had been pulled away too far. 

the young prince hums with amusement, snowy brows arching to his hairline whilst his arms cross over his chest. “it seems that you’ve been fooling yourself this entire time. there’s no denying it now.. my pretty little servant is a slut for me.” 

you couldn’t deny it, even if you wanted to. being degraded like that turned you on even more, thighs clenching shut at the harsh words that glide off of his lips so easily. there was something about seeing you like this that had gojo over the moon. the one servant he’d been trying the hardest to woo now putty in the palm of his hand. his cock twitched at the thought of breaking you so easily.  

he guides you towards the bed with ease, bending you over fine quilts and lavish coverlets. you had never felt something so soft against your skin until now, as gasp making its way past your lips as your ass meets the cool air. this causes a shiver to tickle your spine, and another when the broad palm of gojo’s hand rubs over ass, gently he caresses you fingers just barely dipping past the seam of your ass or further. you whine pitifully, even push back against him, begging for more than just this. 

he had been oddly quiet thus far, your desperate actions earning an “oh?” in response. the movements of his hand had stilled, and you thought for just a moment that maybe he was even considering your plea. to show how wrong you'd been, his hand pops against your ass, heat searing along your skin in a fiery pleasure. your jaw drops to allow a squeal to leave your throat, louder than any other noise you had made tonight. your body lurches forward from the force, back bending in and your ass lifting even higher. you feel tears begin to prick the corners of your eyes, not from pain but because fuck that felt good. 

gojo fists his fingers in your hair, tugging back until your ear meets his lip, your body arched almost uncomfortably, “good sluts remain patient, understand?” you gape like a fish out of water, lips opening and closing yet no words coming out. finally, you're able to choke out a “y-yes sir.” and he releases your hair, allowing you to fall forward onto your elbows. you’re dying to know when he’s going to fuck you, but you keep quiet and wait like a good girl. 

gojo shuffles behind you, carefully stepping out of his pants and undergarments before his knee meets the cushiony bed, climbing up behind you swiftly. his cock swings between his legs, brushing up against your ass and smearing precum along the spanked flesh. you can't help but glance back when you feel it upon you, eyes widening immensely when you see the sheer girth of him. he’s long, yet thick, straight white hairs leading towards his cock and laying thickly around the base. he curves slightly to right, head nearly purpling compared to the rest of his alabastrine skin. 

he runs a hand down his chest and stomach, moaning softly at the feeling of touching himself. his fingers wrap around his cock, stroking up and down two or three times. the corner’s of his lips twitch, fighting to curve into a smirk as he observes the look on your face. he knows how long you've wanted this, how long you’ve waited to be stuffed with his cock. gojo is a generous prince, pressing his leaky tip to your entrance and pushing in. 

there’s a sting and burn as you stretch out around him, hips itching to wiggle against him but his hand is placed firmly on your hip to keep you in place. gojo’s in no rush, slowly inching his cock into your velvet walls. with every inch the pressure in your stomach only grows, yet gradually because he’s dragging this out for as long as possible. white eyelashes flutter restlessly once he’s nearly half way inside, his hand coming to join the other on your waist. gojo gingerly pulls back out, thumbs digging into the bottom of your spine to brace himself for the way his hips swing back forward, sheathing himself all the way to the hilt, much like a sword in your scabbard. 

“oh, oh god!” your cry could be heard down every hall and through every bed chamber, the way his cock suddenly filling you up had your eyes nearly pop from your head. the intrusion was deep, cockhead nestled against the pucker of your womb without even so much as wiggle room. immediately, gojo starts off with a quick pace, plunging in and out of your like clockwork. you could recall a time in which you had walked past his bedchamber once before, the shrill screams of another handmaid causing your eyes to roll in annoyance. she was dramatic you were sure, there was nothing that was that good that could have her squealing like a pig, not like that. 

you knew you were wrong, especially now as your hands move to cover your mouth and muffle the cries that push past your lips without permission. you sound garbled, choked even, something out of a raunchy book and you were absolutely embarrassed. gojo on the other hand, his brows furrow in aggravation when he sees you trying to silence yourself. he wants more than anything to hear you as you fall apart around his cock, every whimper and squall. 

his hands release your hips, his long fingers instead finding purchase around your wrists and tugging harshly, pulling you off the mattress and onto your knees. a gasp is knocked right out of you and your head falls back to let your eyes gaze at the ceiling, thumping against his firm chest as he comes up right behind you. you’re no longer looking at the ceiling when he comes to loom over you, draping a strong arm over your chest and holding you tight against his own. he continues to pound into you steadily, the sound of his hips slapping into your ass a dull background noise while you’re stuck staring into his eyes. 

“i want to hear you,” he comments, his thrusts becoming suddenly slower yet harder, punching into your cunt and jostling your entire body. the heat between your bodies is sweltering now that you're pressed up against each other so closely, the scent of his musk dancing around your nose. you can only nod your head, letting out those noises you had been at a particularly harsh bash against your sweet spot. 

"good girl." he's practically purring at this point, gently caressing the side of your face with his free hand. he loves when you listen, when you're obedient. your cunt squeezes around him from the praise, causing his eyes to shut and a groan seep past his lips as he savors the feeling. "oh, did you like that my naughty little handmaiden?" 

"yes, yes." 

you chant, singing for him like a pretty songbird. you're distracted by your quickly approaching climax, now uncaring of how you sound. he can tell, the constant flexing of your slick walls around him a telltale sign. he reaches between your legs, parting your sticky folds with two fingers before rubbing slow and wide circles into your puffy clit. 

you all but throw your weight back into him, the sudden touch having you look up at him frantically, legs parting just slightly to make room for him. your legs begin to tremble, they feel like jello and you're not sure how much longer you'll be able to stay upright. 

your body reacts on its own, pushing back to meet his thrusts as he continues to play with your throbbing bud. you open your mouth to speak, yet a moan takes the place of your words, making them jumbled and broken, "cum– ill cum!" 

he knows, continuing to rub your clit until he feels your body stiffen up, your pretty eyes rolling back and your fingers balling into fists. he’s moaning softly at the way your walls spasm around him, fingers working you through your orgasm deftly. 

he only pulls his hand away when your hips fight away from it, fingers shining in your slick and cum. it dribbles down his balls and thighs, a thick white ring settled around the base of his cock. you looked so pretty like this, right after he’d brought you to your highest peak and then right back down. he suddenly grabs your chin, tilting your head back to plant his lips against yours in an amorous kiss. you sigh sweetly into his mouth, eyes fluttering shut as his hips pick up the pace. he chases his own orgasm, balls low and heavy as they swing below the two of you. the kiss breaks, you’re panting heavily, trying to regain your breath. “please cum! my-my nightly duties must be tended to–” “and if they aren’t? what will they say when the prince tells them you’ll no longer be among them, but instead, their new princess? to cater to your every whim from now on—” he groans out, hips faltering slightly as his cock twitches inside of you. his words have you squeezing tightly, mouth fallen ajar at such bold remarks. 

was he speaking the truth? to marry you, make you his wife, a princess, and even more, a future queen? it sounded preposterous, but with the way he spoke you almost believed him, tears welling up in your glassy eyes. 

gojo swallows thickly, breath becoming short as his orgasm draws near. he’d make you a princess surely, even if that meant fucking you full of his cum until you’re round and fat with his baby. he’d do it a thousand times again, fingers digging into the flesh of your hips as his head falls back, white strands of hair shifting in motion as he finally cums. he pushes into you as far as he can and still, shooting warm ribbons of cum inside and filling you up. 

carefully he pulls out, watching as his cum follows ensuite and oozes from your abused hole. he leans over to press a kiss between your shoulder blades before moving back to lay back on the bed. you’re unsure of what to do, not wanting to ruin his sheets ant further than they already had been. gojo reaches to his bedside table, picking up a bell and shaking it vigorously— the same bell that had called you in here to begin with. 

not even a moment passes before another handmaid is entering the room, her eyes suddenly widening when she fixates on the scene before her. gojo dismisses this entirely, motioning towards you with his hands, 

“fetch the princess a washcloth, would you?” 

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[tendousfingers]

daddy's doll | ushijima wakatoshi

this is my piece for the ukai nation sugar daddy collab!

× summary : your sexy sugar daddy wakatoshi likes to buy you pretty outfits just to rip them off <3

x warnings! : fem! reader , age gap, sugar daddy / sugar baby dynamics , oral (m! receiving) , clothes ripping , fingering , vaginal penetration , daddy kink, restraints (his hands) , shoving panties in your mouth , breeding kink , mating press, creampie , implied feelings , let me know if i missed anything. ¡

the calloused palm of a wide hand rubbed over the skin of your thigh, winding around the front and beneath the thin material of the frilly little slip you wore. wakatoshi hummed, deep and low in his chest. it catches your attention, drawing your eyes away from his golden watch that glinted in the dim moonlight.

"under this?" he asks, referring to the most recent outfit he had purchased for you to wear, diamond earrings and fancy accessories to match included. he had always purchased everything, meticulously picking out every little set down to the shoes. ushijima wanted nothing but the best for his baby, for her to wear only the finest brands. he spoiled you rotten, but hey, you couldn't complain.

your hands, puny in comparison to him smooth over his shoulders, pushing the thick suit jacket he donned down his bulky arms. "course it is, daddy. you'll see soon.. let me take care of you first.." he exhales loudly through his nose, unable to tell your pretty little self no. you smile sweetly, dragging the jacket off and laying it over the back of a chair before gently pushing back on his shoulders, encouraging him to lay back.

he obliges, hands folding beneath his head, and that shiny watch around his wrist disappears in the process. you allow yourself to straddle his knee, leaning over to carefully pop the buttons of his shirt. it doesn't take much effort, wide shoulders and firm muscles nearly bursting the crisp cotton at the seams.

you rake your nails over his tummy as soon as it's exposed, watching as it sucks in sharply from the sensation. another loud exhale leaves his lips, and you continue on, allowing your fingers to glide over his leather belt.

no matter how many times you've done this, the sheer size of ushijimas bulge shocks you every time. your lips and mouth have gone dry just from looking at it, hands shaking as you unbuckle his belt.

he watches you with raised eyebrows, lips pulled in an amused grin. the metal of the buckle jingles as you fumble to get it undone, leather strap flopping over to the side and your fingers immediately seize the silver button holding his trousers together. gently, you caress your palm over his clothed cock, earning a groan from deep in his throat.

wakatoshi had allowed his eyes to fall closed, but one soon opens back up when he feels you continuously rubbing against him. his big hands move to grip the bed for leverage as he attempts to sit up, "you're testing me, y/n."

his voice is low, rumbling like thunder. you whine, knowing exactly just what he meant by that. sessions between you two were punctual and cordial, following the same steps each time. it wasn't like you minded it, but here and again you did want to venture off track and do other things.

"daddy please, just wanna.. admire you. you'll let me tonight, won't you?"

he gives you a look, eyes squinting slightly. it's a look you know very well, a look that he always pulls when he's about to give in and let you have your way. you have to bite down on your bottom lip to keep from smiling, because you already know what he's about to say before he even says it.

"alright then, have it your way." the bed creaks as ushijima settles back down, and you can't hide the grin that spreads across your lips as he does so. you carefully discard his pants and boxers, a gasp hitching at your throat at the sight you take in once they're off.

his cock stands tall, leaning slightly towards the right due to heaviness and thickness. the head is swollen, purpling slightly with precum weeping from the tip. it was always like this, always ready to breed you with balls filled to the brim with cum.

you rake your nails over his skin again, except this time it's over his inner thighs. he swallows thickly from the feeling, cock bobbing up and down. the shivers that tickle his spine have him arching slightly, right into your awaiting hand.

your feelers wrap around him, both hands to be exact. this time, his intake of breath is much louder, he couldn't help it. your soft little hands holding onto his cock like that, it was hard to keep himself under control.

you kitten lick at the tip, collecting his precum before swirling it all around. supple, plush lips soon pop around the head, and you apply a gentle, steady suction to it. his hand finds your head, gripping onto your hair. he's a bit mindless in his actions, but he is careful not to tangle in his fingers, instead only gripping what he can reach.

pride swells in your chest as you hear him curse aloud, eyes glancing up to watch his free hand fist among the silk linen sheets and tug tightly. you take more of him in, slowly and inch by inch allowing your lips to slide down his cock.

the older man hisses out, head falling back sharply. red flushes up his neck, warmth radiating from his skin even though his chest is completely exposed to the cool draft of the room.

you loved to see him this way, holding onto every strand of restraint that he had, doing his absolute best to not grab your head and force his cock down your throat. moaning around his length, rubbing your hands over his thighs, it was nearly too much for him. but what really pushed him over the edge was the convulsion of your body as you gagged, the bulbous tip reaching the deepest part of your throat.

it would have been fine, had you come up for air after that, but instead you pushed even more of him inside, way past your limits. his hips jerked, body rocking forward as he sits up on his elbows. ushijima wrapped thick digits around the scruff of your neck, tugging until you popped off his cock. you whine, pulling against his grip to go back down but he's had enough, jerking you forward to make you sit as if you hadn't weighed a thing.

"that's enough, you know what i want to see."

you bring your hands down to the seam of your nightdress, playing with it idly while the man before you shrugged off the rest of his clothes. your eyes were wide, big like saucers as you looked over his body. his wide shoulders, the fine hairs down his tummy that lead to his cock. he had always been so handsome to you, even with greying hairs and crinkly eyes.

ushijima stands patiently at the foot of the bed, and finally, after what felt like forever to him, you begin to lift the end of your dress over your head, sheepishly tossing it to the side of the room.

his tongue quickly swipes at his top lip, pupils darting over each inch of your exposed skin. elegant white lace contrasts beautifully against your skin, with frilly little garters and straps to match. his rough palm glides along your knee, pushing on it to spread your legs. you smile sweetly once more, leaning back on your hands so that he could view your body even more. "you like it, daddy?"

he's already crawling on top of you, humming lowly, "i picked it out, didn't i? daddy told you you'd look stunning.." the same hand that gripped your knee now hooks under your knee, pushing back on it to expose you further. there's a sheer spot over your cunt, his sharp eyes immediately picking up on it. he presses his thumb against the dampness, feeling your clit throb already. "all this just because i let you play for a little while?"

"don't tease me daddy.." you whine at his amused tone, lifting your hips up at him desperately. the man grunts, his large hand pressing them back down to the bed. warmth circulates beneath the skin of his cheeks, only growing warmer as he trails his cool fingertips along your side. you looked so pretty, just as he had told you that you would. because of course, daddy knows best for his sweet baby.

by now, his lips have gone dry, so to counter that his tongue glides over them, wetting them easily. "look at you, so pretty for me, aren't you?" his palm is gently rubbing the lacey fabric, loving the way it feels on his rough skin. you feel his fingers dip into the waistband of the panties and you lift your hips up to his hand.

the cloth becomes tighter on your hips, the more and more as ushijima pulls it. you should have expected it, because he does this everytime. and yet, the loud ripping of your lace thong does nothing but pull a squeal from your lips, but he was already expecting that, two fingers shoving the soiled cloth between your plush lips, "shh, just sit and look pretty for daddy."

he cups your bare cunt, grinding the heel of his palm down onto your clit just to watch you squirm. ushijima leaves the top to your outfit untouched, deciding that it just looked too good to rip up this time. at the same time, his index and middle finger poke at your entrance, easily slipping inside without a hitch thanks to the amount of slick dripping from you.

only two fingers of his was enough to stuff you full, glassy eyes rolling into the back of your head as you cry out through the white lace that had been shoved into your mouth. a grunt, deeper in baritone than all the rest leaves his lips, the man deciding right there that he couldn't wait. no, not tonight.

he pulls his fingers from you with an audible squelch, then wrapping them around his cock and pumping quickly so that he could put your juices to good use. he's thorough, making sure to coat each girthy inch of his cock in it. soon enough, he presses the tip to your sweet cunt, immediately catching your hole. the fat head pops inside, so easily and quickly it nearly catches him off guard,and it /does/ catch you off guard.

your hips fly up, back arching but it's only for a brief moment, because wakatoshi's folding you up, pressing your knees to your chest so tightly that your ass is lifting off of the lush duvet. you reach your hands to his face, and he lets you cup his cheeks for a little while, only for the duration of him inching his length inside of you. it distracts you well enough, because when he's pulling your hands off and pinning them to the bed is when you realize that he's sheathed his entire cock inside of your gummy walls without any prep.

you try to cry, try to squeal but it's only muffled by the panties in your mouth. he knows though, knows that you're already cumming with a single in and out thrust, walls spasming around his cock and sucking him even further inside. he groans this time, loud and airy, fucking you right through your orgasm and forcing his fat cock back into your ever closing passage way.

wakatoshi presses his full body weight onto your pinned hands, shifting them until he can hold them with only one of his own. he plucks the wet cloth from your lips, tossing it aside before humming out lowly, "feels good?" is all he can say, eyes fluttering at the way your cunt tightens up around him, nearly pushing him back out.

"yes, yes! god, toshi , s' too much! too much!"

he ignores your cries with a stone face, dropping his hips onto yours so heavily that the bed creaks and caves each time. it knocks the wind from your lungs and keeps it out, lips already beginning to feel numb. his heavy balls batter the seam of your ass, slowly and steadily, smearing your cum all over.

you blink your eyes to refocus them, and the only thing you can see is the large mirror plastered on his bedroom ceiling reflecting the lewd imagine of him plowing you into the mattress as if you belong there.

you had told him time and time again to not be so rough, to try and hold back because he knows you have work. but the man always gives you the same response, telling you, "you don't have to work." and you know what he means. there are times when you really really consider it, times like these when he's fucking you so god damn stupid, eyes glued to the reflection of his muscular back bending and contorting. and you say it, you always do,

"fuck—! love you daddy, i love you! gunna cum again—"

wakatoshi buries his nose in the nape of your neck, balls pulling up as his own release nears. he places his lips over your ear, nipping at the soft lobe, "squirt all over your daddy."

it's not a demand, but your body sure acts as one, the knot on in your stomach winding and winding until it runs out and snaps. tiny hands that are pinned to the bed push with all their might as you cum, gushing with every inward thrust that digs your tailbone into the springs of the mattress. your legs somehow manage to break lose, and they immediately cup around his taut waist, locking him in so what he has nowhere to run when he cums. ushijimas eyes widen, his orgasm completely taking him off guard. he tries to jerk back, but you cry out in protest.

"please daddy please cum inside me!"

the primal need to breed you takes over any logical thinking he may have been having, eyes closing up as he presses his forehead to yours, releasing your hands in order to fist the sheets above your head. "fuck!"

you had never heard him curse like that before. but you can't think about it, not now. ushijimas hips reel back once last time before barreling forward, pushing as far as he possibly could inside of you. his cock nudges your cervix and then some, he nearly sprawls himself on top of you, balls clenching with every splurt of cum that he milks into you. it's so much, so much that it fills you up and forces him out before spilling down your ass. the only thing wakatoshi can do is look deeply into your eyes from where his forehead is pressed to yours, olive green eyes half lidded and mouth wide open as he pants for breath.

"t-toshi, i think i want to stay this time."

the man smiles a crinkly smile, rolling over so that you can sit up, "good girl."

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tags: @omiishii

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[tendousfingers]

plug me | issei matsukawa

× a/n : this is my addition to the ukai nation ' take a ride with me ' collab ! i wasn't exactly pleased with my writing this time around, but im going to post anyways, so i hope you'll all enjoy it.

× summary : you and your plug issei have had the hots for each other for quite awhile.

x warnings ! : f!reader, weed, selling weed, plug! mattsun , usage of weed / marijuana , sex under the influence , oral fem! receiving , finger sucking , degradation , face slapping , dub con? (a little, just in case) , mentions of male masturbation , vaginal penetration , squirting , he finishes inside, not proofread. let me know if i missed anything <3

matsukawa had always had some sort of thing for you, whether it was just him thinking you were cute, or fuckable, he had always had eyes for you. of course you hadn't exactly noticed, convinced that a guy as attractive as mattsun wouldn't be interested in you, instead, he was just nice.

but god was it the complete opposite. you'd never know how many nights he'd fisted his cock thinking about you, just after you had left from buying a bag from him. how many times he'd turned down girl after girl, having only you occupying his mind.

it was obvious to his roommate hanamaki, who observed every grin on issei's lips when you would text. he'd notice the way mattsun would change his clothes before you arrived, obvious when he watched issei throw extra buds of weed into your sacks time and time again.

this time though, makki wouldn't be around to witness it, having gone to stay with family for a little while, issei had been left alone. this thought circulates in the back of his mind as he stares down at your form through a slightly cracked front door, brows raised up slightly as he fights every urge to look your body up and down, dressed up real cute in one of those velvet night sets.

"hey sorry i didn't text.. i forgot. can i get a quarter?" you ask so sweetly, so saccharine that he couldn't possibly say no even if he had wanted to. your keys jingle in your hand as you clasp both hands together beneath your bust, and this time, issei deliberately looks you up and down, tongue poised between his teeth. he licks at his bottom lip, allowing the door to swing all the way open, revealing his white tank top and grey sweatpant clad body. "course you can, sweetheart. come on in,"

he turns on his heel, silver chain resting pretty on his chest glinting under the porch light for just a split second. you feel your heart hammering in your chest as you step in behind him, eyes surveying the all too familiar layout of his apartment. you feel flustered from him even just looking at you, a hand coming up to rub at your cheek.

you take a seat on his couch, and moments later he sits down beside you, a scale and a jar of weed in his hands. the cushions dip in beneath his weight, and issei makes quick work of measuring out your desired amount of greenery. to avoid staring at him, you fumble around with your wallet to pull out a twenty dollar bill,

"you got any plans tonight?"

you nearly drop your wallet at his deep baritone suddenly meeting your ears, his expectant gaze right on you as he puts your weed in a zip lock bag. you go braindead for just a quick moment, staring at him dumbfoundedly as you process his question, too worked up already.

he grins, eyebrows raising up. you feel dumb, but he thinks you couldn't be cuter. "no.. was probably just gonna smoke and go to bed.." you trail off, looking away from him and across the living room area. your attention is only drawn back when the bag of weed is placed in your lap, issei's long fingers then reaching for the bill in your hand. there's a moment of silence as he pauses, eyes locking onto yours over the exchange of money in your hands. it's like he's building up courage, lips parting to speak as the crisp twenty finally slips from your grasp and he folds it into itself. "then do you want to share a blunt with me before you go?"

issei feels the corners of his lips curling into a wide smirk, watching as your pretty little eyes widen to the size of saucers. you're so dumb innocent, the way you open your mouth to speak yet no words come out, leaving you gaping like a fish out of water.

you want to ask why, why he would want to smoke with you. why everytime he even glances at you your cunt clenches around nothing and flutters. but the only thing that you can get past your lips is a, "s-sure." to which he smiles, yet another breathtaking grin. your heart is hammering in your chest as he packs the weed into a wrap, bringing it up to his lips before pausing and looking over at you.

"you know, you're my favorite customer."

he says this casually, nonchalantly as if it wasn't anything at all. matsukawa keeps his eyes on you as he drags the tip of his tongue over the edge of the blunt, wetting the paper and smoothing it up with his lip as he uses his fingers to roll it tightly. you swallow down the lump in your throat, feeling rather /hot/ as you watch him continuously lick at the joint. "i-i am?"

his lingua follows the seam of the blunt all the way from one end to the other, brows raising with sheer amusement because this was exactly the question he was hoping you'd ask, exactly the moment and opportunity he had been waiting to seize.

he remains quiet for a moment, igniting his lighter and running the flame over the blunt to dry it. he keeps his gaze locked onto you, looking through the orange hue that flickers over his frontispiece from the lighter. instead of answering your question, he leans forward with his knees on his elbows, brows raised up to his hairline. "don't act clueless sweetheart. you're pretty and dumb, but you can't be that dumb."

"but i don't—" the blunt is presented to you, rolled precisely and tightly. you go to take it, hesitantly and tentatively, but issei suddenly pulls it back, "nu-uh. ill light it for you. now go on and wrap those pretty lips around it for me, yeah? behave and ill tell you why you're my favorite." his eyes gleam, looking at you as if he's a predator and you're his prey. he bites down on his bottom lip with his front teeth as you finally take the blunt into your mouth, lips plump and glossy. issei leans even closer now, bringing the lighter up to the other end,

"you're my favorite cause you're so good. so pretty, always wearin' those little outfits when you come to see me. all dolled up, just for me." he grins, flicking the lighter and bringing it over the blunt to light it. he watches as the edges begin to curl and the weed begins to glow with heat, "you just want me to smoke you out and fuck you dumb, isn't that right?"

was he wrong? absolutely not. but, who wouldn't want to fuck their ridiculously hot drug dealer? issei was.. different. the way he acted, the way he talked, moved, carried himself. he was unlike any other man you had met before. it sparked something within you.. the desire for something more with the guy who regularly sold you weed.

you hadn't been trying to catch his attention, initially. for awhile, you just admired him when you had the chance, bought your weed and went home. it was only after a visit to buy weed in which you had brought a friend, had she convinced you that issei liked you. she swore by it, claiming that it was obvious in the way he looked at you. soon after, you began purposely seeking his attention, and making more frequent visits to his apartment.

the smoke that enters your lungs burns, it always does, but it burns just right. it wasn't too strong, not suffocating, but it's issei's words that make you choke, sucking in a bit too hard and a bit too fast. he pulls the blunt back, lips pooching into a pout. "aw, too much? stupid little baby can't even take a hit?"

it's raunchy, the way those mean words made you cunt throb, the way his behavior has your cunt leaving a wet, sopping spot beneath you on his couch. you inhale deeply after exhaling the rest of the smoke, looking up at him with glassy eyes. you knew where this was headed, what he wanted and what he meant by saying you were his favorite. how dumb would you be to pass up this opportunity?

you nod your head, fingers reaching up to splay across his lower stomach, cleverly using that as a crutch to help you move closer to him. "need your help, issei."

"yeah?" fuck, you were such a little tease, already riling him up like that. cock already pressing against the cloth of his sweatpants. he's grinning, bringing the blunt to his lips and taking a deep hit. he holds it in his lungs, free hand taking a tight grip over your chin. he uses his thumb to pry your lips apart, and in a strained voice he tells you, "open."

you do as your told, but not before sealing your lips around his thumb and sucking for just a moment. when you finish, he leans forward, moving his thumb and holding onto your face even tighter. you feel the brush of his lips against yours, and before you can react, he's exhaling all the smoke he was holding in right into your mouth.

long, slightly rough digits squeeze your cheeks tightly as he watches you suck in the second hand smoke. "good girl." you already feel buzzed, just barely lightheaded. you smile with lidded eyes, and when you've held the hit in your lungs long enough to be satisfied, you pucker your lips and slowly blow it across his face.

between hits off the blunt and lips continuously clashing, you find yourself topless and splayed across the cushions of his couch, the smoke that the two of you had been blowing out now thick in the atmosphere of his apartment.

issei's chain thumps against his chest as his own shirt slides over his head, a smirk playing on his lips as it drops to the floor and he leans over you, trailing his lips from the edge of your bare hip all the way up to your lips. you let your hand cup his cheek, fingers running through his curls as you pull him in for a kiss. he grips your side as his lean waist settles between your legs, hard cock resting comfortably against your cunt.

the way your lips move against his feels as if it's in slow motion, smacking together and tongues poking and sliding. he grinds against you, eliciting a gasp from you that he more than happily swallows. he kisses you one last time, pulling back with a sharp inhale and a "fuck" as he takes in the sight of you, laid out on his couch half naked and pretty, so sweet and syrupy it could have given him a cavity.

"real pretty for me, aren't you?" he asks with a rhetorical tone, eyes glancing downward as he buries his fingers under the waistband of your shorts and pulls them back, elastic snapping against your skin sharply. you keen, desperately lifting your hips up off the couch. he takes this opportunity to tug your bottoms halfway down your thighs, enough that he's able to easily glide them over your knees and throw them aside.

almost immediately you bring your hands to cover your face, far too embarrassed by your soiled panties that were exposed for him to see. he cups your pussy, not even phased by the warm cloth sticking to his skin. issei grinds his palm into your hypersensitive clit, "look at me while i play with your sloppy pussy."

two digits slide up and down the shape of your slit, panties wet and malleable. he toys with the wet cloth just a little more, soon peeling it away from your body. it drags down your thigh, leaving a glistening trail of slick across your smooth skin. instead of dropping your undergarments to the ground, he slides them into his pocket. he doesn't give you the opportunity to call him out on it, because he's spreading your legs and leaning forward, a strong hand placed firmly on your knee.

the warmth of his tongue laps at your thigh, licking up any smear of your juices greedily. the room around you spins, and even with issei tonguing closer and closer to your cunt you can't help but squeeze your eyes closed, head falling back in tandem with the first stroke of the tip of his tongue against your clit. "oh god—"

you don't know if you're sensitive because your high or if you're just that hot for matsukawa, but you don't have the right mindset to figure it out, spine delicately arching as he flattens his tongue against your throbbing bundle of nerves, slowly working himself deeper and deeper between your lower lips. fingers fly down between your legs, gripping and tugging at his curls to which he gives you a low and throaty groan. it reverberates through your pussy, and when your legs dare to snap shut he's prying them open with an iron grip over the back of your knee, gaze intense as if he's telling you not to do it again.

theres a kiss placed to your apex, and then another and another until he's sloppily tonguing and sucking, flickering against your entrance before gliding back up. your mouth hangs agape, only silent squeal and the occasional gasp leaving it while you gush and writhe against him, coming closer and closer to your peak.

just as soon as you begin to feel your orgasm building up in your gut, issei brings two fingers up to your tight little hole. he sucks down on your clit with a vacuum like seal as he plunges them both deep inside, eyes nearly rolling back at the way your cushiony walls close in around them.

he feels impatient, but as much as he'd like to shove his sweats down and shove his cock inside of you, he knows he's got to get you prepped. especially for the first time the two of you would be together like this.

with quick precision he curls his fingers up into that tender spot he knows is there, rubbing the pads of his fingers against it repeatedly. he breaks the seal of his mouth on your cunt when he feels you tense up, a sharp cry breeching your gaped lips. he's moving quickly to hover above you, eyes trained on your face as he pumps both fingers in and out of you. issei's palm slaps against your cunt, over and over again with only milliseconds between as he jerks his hand even faster.

"m— im gonna cum!"

with those words, the trembling of your thighs can't be held back anymore, hips grinding against his palm, desperately chasing that teetering orgasm. issei watches, even stops the movement of his fingers just to see you finish this way, all by yourself as you ride his fingers. he only crooks his finger slightly, giving just enough pressure that you finally break like a dam, gushing against his hand.

"fuuuck!" he groans loudly, fucking his fingers into you until there's nothing left, until his hand comes to a slow stop, and he carefully slips them out. issei crawls up towards you, fingertips pressing against your lips and smearing your cum all over. they push past your lips, and like a good little slut you clean them off, bobbing your head up and down and swirling your tongue.

issei couldn't be more pleased with how compliant you were, watching as you lick and suck your own cum from his fingers. he hums with satisfaction, digits popping from your lips with a thin sheen of saliva connecting them. his free hand pushes at the waistband of his sweatpants, getting them down just low enough to tuck beneath his balls. he sits back on the couch, his phalanges that drip with your spit wrapping around the base of his cock and pumping leisurely.

the sensitive skin soon glistens with your spit, cock tall and leaning slightly. the tip is a angry red, precum forming in beads that roll down his slit and the underside of his cock, shaft tan and smooth. you feel your breath hitch as you watch him, as you watch the precum slide past his balls and disappear into his hair. it's like he's moving in slow motion, a large hand coming to pat his lap and signal you to come on over. "you'll be a good girl and sit on my cock, won't you?"

"yes daddy." the response is almost immediate, shocking both you and him. he grins widely, legs spreading father apart as he sinks down lower on the couch. mattsun runs his hand along the back of your leg as you straddle his waist, bracing one arm on the headrest of the couch while using the other to reach behind you and find his cock. your throat constricts as you swallow thickly, the sheer size of his length having not slipped by unnoticed. you rub the tip back and forth along your slit, collecting some of you arousal that leaks from your slightly prepped hole.

once, twice even three times his cockhead swipes past your entrance, before finally it catches and pops inside. your eyes widen, eyelashes fluttering uncontrollably. "nngh— fuck–" you grip at his shoulders, nails lightly biting into his skin from how tightly you hold onto him. issei takes ahold of your hips, tilting his head back slightly in order to look at your face through amused and lidded eyes. he liked it, liked watching you struggle to sink down on his fat cock. he liked the way your eyes have already begun to water, the way you whimper.

he eases himself inside of you slowly, rolling his hips upward and working more and more of his cock through the tight muscles. sweat lines your skin in a thin layer, inner thighs and legs aching from how long you've had to hold yourself in this position. you feel ridiculously full, like ten tons of pressure against your cervix.

when issei's hips finally meet with your skin, he lets out a gasp, being fully enveloped in the warmth of your cunt. tears are streaking down your cheeks, lips trembling as you part them to speak, "s-so full!"

"you can take it." it's a clear statement, not a suggestion or a question. his hips are rearing back down before you can even protest, almost immediately setting a steady pace. your breasts undulate with every thrust, every bounce upon his cock. you're held in place just like that, squealing and thrashing as mattsun throws his pelvis up into you.

it only takes a few thrusts before you cum again, the stretch and pressure just about forcing it to gush against him. he releases your hip to grip you chin, squeezing tightly and then pulling back to sharply slap you across the face. the sting brings heat to the surface of your skin, the shock causing you to choke on the moan that had been trapped in your throat. "didn't fuckin' tell you to cum again."

for a split second, issei considers going easy on you, but the sudden tightening of your pussy around him after he's slapped you changes his mind. he reaches a hand around to the back of your head, grabbing the ends of your hair and tugging so that your head bends back. he grunts, feeling his balls begin to pull up as he nears his release, "should fucking make you clean up the couch shouldn't i? going and making and mess like that without even asking for permission."

you nod your head, agreeing to every statement like a good little slut. your walls clench and convulse around him, and with a particularly sharp tug to your hair you feel that knot in your stomach become dangerously tight yet again. inhaling deeply you claw at his chest, "gonna cum again, please—!"

he's pleased with how quickly you learn, granting your lease with a quick nod of his head. matsukawa releases your hair, hand coming to press tightly against the back of your head in a sloppy kiss. he's scooted up to the edge of the couch, holding out until he feels you coming undone once again. he uses his free hand to push down on your hip with all the force he has, rocking you back and forth over his cock. you're held in place yet again when he cums, groaning hotly into your mouth and grinding until you've milked him for every last drop.

slowly but surely, issei's hips still, fingers loosening on your head and hip and allowing you to slump over onto his shoulder, arms and legs limp. his chest heaves, leaning back with you until his back meets the cushions. he's lost his high, gazing up at his ceiling because fuck he can't believe he's just done this with you. he pushes on your shoulder, leaning you back to get a good view of you, "you alright?"

you nod with a wide smile, glowing in a post orgasmic glow. you lean down and capture his lips in a kiss before pulling away with a hum, "mm, can we smoke again?" and issei can only grin wildly, because he's finally found someone that can match his crazy.

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the love club kinktober — day 7

× contents: spanking + kuroo

× warnings: f!reader, hand restraints, mean dom kuroo, spanking, daddy kink, degradation, bondage? , a little bit of dubcon just in case, overstimulation , let me know if i missed anything! wc: 1.1k.

× this is one of my pieces for the love club kinktober collab. we hope for everyone to enjoy the variety of authors and writing styles that will be provided over the next month. you can also catch me on the 24th and the 27th!

"filthy little brat, didn't daddy tell you to behave yourself?"

the haste in which kuroo yanks at his tie nearly frightens you, making you regret the way you had been acting during his business dinner. your lips pucker up into a defiant pout, brows pinching together once he takes hold of your wrists and pins them behind you, "s' not my fault daddy!"

and it wasn't, at least, that's how you saw it. the two of you had been in a rush, leaving no time for kuroo to give you any sort of attention. he wanted to, in fact, he had been having a hard time holding himself back, especially with you being all dolled up like that in your pretty little cocktail dress and heels.

this had been an important dinner however, and kuroo simply promised you he'd give you all the attention you desired once the two of you got home. but did that stop you from playing footsies under the table with him, and running your hands across his pants zipper? it especially did not stop you from grabbing his hand and guiding it beneath the table and between your legs, against the thin strip of cloth that covered your cunt, sticky and wet.

it had taken every ounce of restraint kuroo had not to bend you over the table right then and there, over everyone's wine and food and shove your panties to the side before stuffing you nice and full with his cock.

his face is stern as he loops the satin tie around your hands again and again, pulling an odd end tight and tucking it. you wriggle against the quickly fashioned restraint, whining out loudly when it wont budge. "if you had just fucked me before we left–" his knee all but punches your gut as you're bent sharply over his lap, a broad and calloused palm bunching up your dress above your waist, exposing the skimpy excuse for underwear that you had been wearing.

it didn't surprise him, not even a little. "you're a fuckin' slut, and bad sluts get punished." two fingers slip beneath the band of your underwear and pull back on it until it can't stretch anymore, before popping from his grip and snapping back against your skin loudly. the sting sears your ass and you cry out loudly, hips turning each of every way while the cool air soothes over it in apology.

"daddy— daddy i'm sorry! i'll be a good girl, i swear!" you fight against the tie wrung around your wrists, but kuroo easily presses his forearm over the both of yours, forcing you to stay still. his lips lower down to your ear, nose inhaling the soft remnants of your shampoo as he talks down to you calmly and quietly, "count. and maybe i'll ease up."

you take in a shaky breath before nodding in agreement, fingers balling up into tight fists as you brace yourself for impact.

the first strike is the hardest to anticipate, finally landing firmly against the bottom half of your ass. in a surprised holler you manage to force out, "one—!" with wide blown out eyes. the next nine strikes come in quick succession, and by the end of it tears and mascara are painting your face in streaks, lipstick smeared from burying your face against the bed and his leg. your rear end stings, and kuroo finds himself running a fingertip over the sore flesh, smirking lightly to himself. "so cock hungry that you couldn't even control yourself, right?"

gulping you nod your head, the sound of you sniffling meeting his ears with satisfaction. you're shifted off of his lap, meeting the bed face down and on your stomach, wrists still bound behind your back. then, the clinking of his belt can be heard as kuroo rids himself of his clothing, all the way bare.

the bed on either side of your waist dips in as he climbs on, cock hanging over the seam of your ass. you manage to turn your head to the side in order to breathe, and kuroos large hand finds solstice on the back of it. you whimper, "daddy— y'gunna untie me?"

"no. you wanted this cock so bad you're gonna lay right there and take it until im finished, hands tied and all."

you can't say you're not glad to finally be promised a cunt full of cock, however it would have been much more desired to have been untied. twinges of pain sear across your skin as kuroo drags your underwear down across your ass, only down your legs to the point where they wouldn't get in his way.

his fingers wrap around his cock, shaking up and down and tapping off the beaded precum into the crease of your ass. it doesn't take much to slip inside of you, because even though you cry and whimper, the slick smeared all between your legs tells a completely different story, and tetsurou knows that.

kuroo's swollen head finally catches your entrance, forcing it's way through the tight ring of muscle with ease. your eyes are already rolling up into your head with each inch that slides in, lips set apart and cheek smushed into the duvet. when he's half way inside, kuroo pulls back out before plunging all the way in, hips smacking into the highest peaks of your ass. you both groan in unison, your fingernails digging into the silken tie that restricted you.

the hand that is placed on the back of your head bares the weight of kuroo's upper body, pushing you further and further down into the gel mattress with each heavy drop of his lean hips. his cockhead drives into your cunt deeply, hitting your cervix with sharp precision. you could even swear it was coming up your throat, jaw dropped wide as to let it pass if it were.

"daddy—! cummin' im cumming!"

your cunt spasms around his cock uncontrollably, from only a few quick nudges against that spongy spot within your velvety walls. the chokehold your cunt has around him has his hips stalling even though he's only just begun, eyes rolling into the back of his head from the tight squeeze.

"fuck! cumming already but your pussy just keeps sucking me in, so fucking greedy aren't you?"

even though your tight walls coax him to stay inside, he fights against them to pull back out, pressing down on your head with even more force before, forcing you to do nothing but stay in that exact position. with you completely rendered helpless and at his disposal, kuroo let's his hips pick up force and speed, fucking you right through your orgasm and then some.

"i still haven cum yet, kitten. now be a good girl and take it until i do."

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the love club kinktober — day 24

× contents: atsumu + somnophilia

× warnings: wc: 1.9k , fem!reader, oral fixation, somnophilia, dub con, oral m! receiving , finger sucking , gagging , daddy kink , hair pulling , face fucking , dacryphilia , cum swallowing, let me know if i missed anything!

× this is my second piece for the love club kinktober collab! my previous piece was on the 7th , and you can also catch me on the 27th. please enjoy the collab as well as the other writers!

the soft illumination of the streetlights seeping through the window is what you saw over atsumu's face as he slept soundly. blonde locks a splayed out mess on his pillow, mouth slightly gaped open with his cheek pressed against it firmly.

you can only watch him in silence, the tip of your thumb popped between your lips as you suck on it gently. your bottom lip was already swollen from you sucking on that as well, a rubber straw discarded on your bedside table because that wasn't doing the trick either.

you nearly whimper as your boyfriend rolls over into his back in his sleep, snorting and throwing the blanket off of himself. atsumu had always been a restless sleeper, tossing and turning all night long. yet, tonight you felt as if you were the restless one. no matter what you tried, nothing was satisfying your oral fixation the way that it usually did. on a normal night, atsumu would have no problem shoving his fingers or cock down your throat. while he was a brat most of the time, there was always the occasion to service you when you need him.

however, he had come in awfully tired from practice, and having noticed that, you decided to try and deal with this on your own so that he could rest. it wasn't like atsumu would have turned you down, in fact, he would be more than happy to help, and had told you on numerous occasions that if you needed him while he was sleeping, not to hesitate to help yourself. it was only the fact that, you didn't want to bother him after he had come home.

with yet another whimper, you watch as his shirt begins to ride up his stomach, exposing a fine happy trail of dark hairs that match his natural coloring. you can't help but reach out and run your fingers over it impulsively, almost immediately retracting your hand once he even shifts slightly. he stirs, but doesn't wake up, which has one of your brows lifting to your hairline in surprise, because if you had been touched like that you would have definitely woken up.

you pursue the thought further, wondering just how far you could get before actually waking him up. he said it was okay, all that time ago, so it must be, right? atsumu wouldn't mind. at least, that's what you decide to go with as you slide down beneath the covers and between his legs, palms smoothing over his muscular thighs that peek out at you beneath sleep shorts. carefully, you shift the sheets down lower and lower until you're able to poke your head out, just enough to be able to see his face when needed.

by now, your mouth has gone dry and your heart is doing backflips behind your ribcage, all while you reach for the waistband of his shorts. 'just a little..' is what you tell yourself, that you'll suck on the tip of his cock just until you're satisfied, then you'll cover him back up and go to sleep. easy.

slowly, with the pace of a snail you slide his shorts down, inch by tedious inch, all the way until you can tuck the elastic beneath his balls. you have to cover your mouth to middle the moan that barrels past your lips at the sight of his flaccid cock, soft and supple. it's leaning to one side, blood steadily flowing through it just from feeling the cool draft of the room. you take one glance at his face to make sure he's still sleeping, then you gently lap at his soft cock until it's stands, before popping the head into your mouth.

it's just perfect, the weight against your tongue as it gets harder and harder, the slight tang of his skin. your eyes roll shut, and /finally/ you feel at ease. fingers curl into the hem of his shirt, and you let out a sigh than can only be described as relief or satisfaction.

on the other end of the bed, atsumu finds himself attempting to shift in his sleep, only to find that your own body had been laid between his legs, now pinning his lower half to the mattress. he groans lowly, reaching down blindly to grab at whatever was holding him down. his hand rubs against your forehead and hair, and his brows furrow in confusion.

as the foggy haze of sleep begins to lift, the pro athlete's heavy eyelids crack open, blinking until his vision is focused on the dark room around him. the hand that had brushed against you now tightly grips your hair, atsumu's eyes fluttering at the sudden sensation of a wet, vacuum-like seal around the head of his cock.

even though minutes had passed, it didn't feel like it to you. you had only meant to appease your urges and then go to bed without disturbing him, stealthily and undetected. but somehow, with atsumu's amused eyes staring down at you as he begins to sit up, you don't have much of an argument to give him, popping off of his cock audibly with a gasp.

"well, would ya look at this, couldn't help yer self tonight could'ya?"

you feel the embarrassment creeping up on you, hands planting down on the satin sheets as you attempt to push yourself up and into a sitting up position. "n-no, tsumie i-i" his iron grip over your hair keeps you in place, sheet rolling down your back because you had managed to only get up on your knees. atsumu grins down at you, using his free hand to shove his fingers past your lips while the other continues to hold your hair. he hums, pushing down on your bottom jaw until it falls open, then sliding his fingers in a v shape over your tongue and teeth.

"don't try 'ta lie to me sweetheart. needed somethin' in this slutty mouth of yours, didn't you?"

drool drips down his fingers and knuckles as he continues to prod your mouth, pressing down onto your tongue at the back of your mouth and drawing out a gag from you. with his phalanges halfway down your throat, you can't exactly talk, so in response to his question all you can do is nod your head with a muffled whine,

atsumu's eyes gleam with amusement at this, and he withdraws his fingers from your mouth and paints your spit across your lips and cheeks. "alright then. since you told me the truth like a good girl, daddy's gunna stuff that pretty little mouth 'a yers. how's that sound?"

excitement swells within your chest, fingers bunching in the sheets to keep you from jumping for joy. you watch with focused eyes as atsumu leans back, carefully sliding his shorts and boxers down the rest of the way. atsumu sits up on his knees, hands smoothing over the back of your head. with you bent over on your knees, his cock immediately nudges against your lips, smearing precum over them in the process. you look up at him with pleading eyes, just silently begging him to put it in your mouth.

you can only admire the view while you wait, fine hairs and sculpted abdominals on the path up to his muscular neck. his adams apple bobs visibly before he looks down at you. "you'd better take it like a good girl— all of it, n no crying' "

atsumu grins when your head bobs in an uncoordinated nod, desperate to finally have him in your mouth the way you want. he takes a hold of his cock and gently guides it to your lips, hand dropping when you wrap your lips around the head. the heaviness on your tongue is what causes your eyes to flutter shut, head falling into a steady bobbing rhythm.

with each pass you go lower and lower, until finally your nose brushes against the fine pubic hairs around the thick base. he hums in appreciation, especially at the way your throat closes in around his shaft. but it's a fleeting sensation, because you're soon sliding back up to the tip to give it a kiss and a generous suck.

blonde lashes flutter, equally blonde locks shafting as his head falls back and a heavy exhale of breath passes through his lips. you find you way back down, and with each growing second, atsumu becomes more and more obsessed with the pleasure that tingles his spine, toes curling up and the grip over your head becoming tighter.

a particular plunge of his cock down your throat has him sputtering out loudly, his hips jerking forward and hands tugging you back, over and over until he's built a rhythm of his own. your nose bends against his toned stomach, the inability to breathe through it causing a gag to force itself through you. atsumu's eyes roll back into his head, his fingers flexing tightly over your scalp as his resolve and control weakens.

tears build up behind your eyelids and force them to open, then blinking rapidly to send those tears dripping down your cheeks. atsumu thinks you look the most pretty just like this, with his cock bulging down your throat and those pretty eyes looking up at him like that, glassy and wide.

the depth that his cock reaches is nearly overwhelming, bottom jaw dropping wide open to let out a throaty groan. "oh fuck— fuck! take it, take it. this is what ya wanted, huh? me stuffin' yer face like this?"

you'd answer, if your throat wasn't being pounded down into, heavy balls smacking your chin with every forward motion he takes. but fuck it was perfect, so good, so satisfying. all you can do is slide your hands up his torso in appreciation, back dipping into a fine arch while you clench and gush down below, soiling your panties. tears and spit drip down your face until meeting together at the bottom of your chin, smearing and falling onto the bed sheets.

atsumu's grip on your hair tightens to a point where it's nearly painful, his hips canting forward much sloppier now. with such a quickness you're not even given a warning before his hands slide to the back of your head and force you forward until he can't shove his cock any further, his own eyes pricking with tears of pleasure, "fuck— m'cummin! don't you fucking spit it out!"

it's warm— the cum, as it splurts into your mouth in an ungodly amount, so much that it seeps through the corners of your mouth. he stays still, holding you in that exact position until he feels your throat tighten one last time, indicating that you've swallowed his load. he pulls his hips back slowly, cock coming out shiny and wet, thin strings of your saliva stretching from the inside of your mouth and throat, connected to his tip.

you're left with glazed over smile on your face, so satisfied and blissful atsumu can't help but smile too. your hands come up to wipe at your mouth and cheeks, swollen lips parting to mumble out a, "thank you daddy, thank you." over and over again. atsumu's big hands come down to cup your cheeks, slightly smushing them together and making your lips pucker, "anything for my sweet girl, yeah?"

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the love club kinktober — day 27

× contents: daishou + aphrodisiac

× warnings: fem!reader, lingerie, cam couple, recording, sex toys, edging, teasing, orgasm denial, bunny pet name, daddy kink, begging, panty ripping, veginal penetration, cumming inside, let me know if i missed anything <3

× this is my last and final addition to the love club kinktober collab. i hope you will enjoy it as well as my other pieces on the 7th, and 24th.

the gentle slip of fingers along the curve of your spine sends shivers through your body, knuckles then running up your side and over your ribcage. daishou observes your behavior closely, your back tucked closely against his chest. his knees are brought up to his chest, and right between them you sit, all pretty and dolled up in a pretty lace set with garters and thigh highs.

a thin layer of sweat lines your body, lips parted as you gasp for breath. you were hot, scorching all over while arousal pools in the pit of your stomach, nagging for more and more. suguru reaches around to your front side, grabbing your knee with a firm hand. "why don't you go ahead and show them, yeah? let all of our viewers see how worked up you are already."

his hand parts your legs while eyes flicker up to the camera that's been positioned to overlook your shared bed, a small smirk adorning his facade. "ah would you look at that, she's /soaking/ guys. that little stimulant you all bought for us seems to be working." thin eyes gleam with amusement, especially as you whimper just from your legs being parted, the cool draft of the room wafting over the large wet spot in your underwear, a stark opposite to the heat that circulated there.

daishou's thin eyes skim over the comments that roll in on the laptop screen beside him, fingers absentmindedly running over that damp spot, following the shape of your cunt through the sticky fabric. your face scrunches up at the feeling, your cunt so sensitive that e

ven the smallest touch such as that had you gasping out for breath, hips lifting up against his hand for more. it's at this particular moment that he pulls his hand back just because he can, watching as your pelvis drops back down so pathetically, a sharp, defeated cry breaking the silence.

"nng— daddy, please!"

daishou knows exactly what your outburst was for, yet his still plays dumb, hear trying inquisitively. "please what, bunny? gotta use your big girl words and tell me what you want." you feel even more defeated, tears already beginning to pool beneath your eyelids from the frustration. "need you to— to touch me!"

with his hand resting comfortably against your leg, he chuckles lowly, rubbing across the skin with his fingers, "but i am touching you bunny." he glances back towards the camera with a lax expression, pulling your legs even farther apart to show the slick stain on your panties growing even larger, "what do you think guys? should i touch her? has she had enough?"

the stream floods with responses, some saying yes, some saying no. only a specific response catches his attention, reading "tease her with a toy." attached to it, a hefty donation. daishou licks his lips as he reads it, "alright. a toy? any suggestions?" daishou is even more pleased to see the same username flash across the screen with yet another donation, indicating that they'd like to see him use a vibrating wand on you.

the bed creaks beneath the both of you as you shuffle around in position, daishou out of the camera frame for a brief moment as he picks out a wand to use on you. he goes with one of the ones that your viewers had bought for you previously, cordless and sleek, and purple in color.

there's a low whirring once he switches it on, the familiar sound even causing your cunt to clench tightly. you more than happily spread your legs, nice and wide for the camera and for daishou. you'd expect for him to remove your bottoms, yet you're even more shocked when you feel the vibrating device press lightly against your clothed clit. you gasp and writhe, hips coming off the bed. a firm hand pushes them back down, and daishou slowly begins to circle the tip of the toy around your clit, making sure not to touch it at all.

the vibrations reach everywhere but where they're supposed to, strong against the point of contact yet fizzling out before reaching your clit, no matter what angle he turns it. and yet, the sheer spot over your clit only grows with more dampness, cunt gushing even from vibrations that only make it so far.

your viewers seem to like seeing you being teased in such a way even more, the repetitive dings of donations meeting both yours and daishou's ears. you jerk your hips towards the toy even more, the desperation to cum stronger than the desire to please the people viewing your stream. "pl-please..! wanna cum, please let me cum daddy."

the words come out raspy, breathy even with little to no volume, your mind more focused on the fleeting pleasure of the vibrations just barely grazing your clit. suguru's brows raise, tongue lapping at his bottom lip, "what was that, bunny? gonna have to speak up princess, tell them what you want."

your cheeks puff out with frustration, head falling back before tilting towards the camera, eyes glassy and brimming with tears. you swallow the lump in your throat, before raising your voice. "please let me cum— ive been a good girl right?"

the immediate flood of donations nearly freezes your computer, multiple people deeming you worthy to cum with large tips coming right behind them, all for you. to say daishou was impressed was an understatement, considering on a usual stream you'd always been more shy and bashful, leaving him to address the viewers for you. but as it seemed, the aphrodisiac running through your body had effects he could only dream of.

per yours and your audience's request, daishou pulls your panties aside and presses the wand down onto your clit, and in response you squeal loudly, hips lifting up to meet the toy for even more friction. even something as simple as this never felt as good as it does now, your body broken out into a sweat just from a little toy play. your pussy flutters and clenches around nothing as your orgasm approaches quickly, feet pushing you up on curled toes and hips lifted mid air, you let out an exasperated cry, finally being brought to the edge.

daishou is mesmerized, in awe of the way your body arches and contorts with pleasure, the way goosebumps line the skin of your thighs. it's so good, so good that it would be a shame for him not to get to play, especially with you like this. sensitive and eager for all of his touch, ready and pliant for anything he has to offer you. he wouldn't be able to live with himself if he didn't stuff you full of cock right now.

the first waves of your orgasm wash over you just as daishou pulls the toy away from your puffy clit in a hurry, not even bothering to turn it off when he tosses it to the other side of the bed. your eyelids fly open with surprise, hips humping in the air pathetically, "no no no no! please—please i was so close!" your hands grab at his clothes as he clambers on top of you, the stream long forgotten as he watches those pretty tears well up in your eyes and drip down your plush cheeks.

a large hand grabs you by the side of your face, thumb swiping over the expanse of your cheek and collecting the tears that were in the way. he coos down at you, hushing you as he uses his free hand to shove his pants down past his knees, "shh shh, gonna stuff you nice and full, yeah? don't you wanna cum with daddy, make him feel good too?"

the way daishou speaks down to you, so condescending yet, it almost makes you feel bad for wanting to cum without him. you find yourself nodding along to all of his words, tongue desperately flicking at your dry lips to wet them before he's crashing his own onto them. he kisses you sloppily, while below he hooks a finger into the thin strip of cloth that had been pushed to the side of your cunt. he pulls on it, and pulls on it hard, until the sound of it ripping away from your body is met by his ears.

daishou grins into your mouth, pulling away slightly in order to look down to guide his cock to your entrance. you briefly let your eyes flicker over to the computer screen, skimming over the contents in a hurry. you can see where people are appreciating how involved you and daishou are, how hot it is to see the two of you lose control. your eyes roll back slightly when his cock sheaths inside, without a hitch.

immediately he fucks into you with out any hesitation, your eyes and body bouncing and jumping with each thrust as you cry out, "yes, yes! fuck me— fuck me daddy!" and that daishou does, hand grabbing at your leg and hooking beneath your knee. he uses that hold to shove your leg up to your chest, exposing your cunt and your shared connection to the camera.

your face is drawn up into a permanent look of pleasure, brows pinched together and lips slightly ajar. the heat that circulates your body has yet to die down. every inch of his length all felt by your greedy cunt, every thrust into you guided perfectly so that the tip of his cock kisses your cervix.

your pussy had never felt like this before, so wet and warm, tight yet taking him all the way in until his balls are smashed tightly into the seam of your ass. he was having a hard time keeping himself from cumming already, determined to make you cum first.

daishou pushes on your knee into your chest further, then having you hold it there just like that. you're so cock drunk that you don't even notice him licking the pad of his thumb, before pressing it against your clit and rubbing quick circles to match the pace of his hips.

the groans and cries that seep from yours and daishou's lips fill the room in a symphonic harmony, the way your cunt squeezes him so tightly with every pass of his thumb over your clit. the mattress creaks and squeaks in protest to the way daishou throws his body weight into each thrust, skin clapping together, wet with sweat.

you feel yourself seizing up yet again, stomach arching up into his as your legs begin to quiver in your own grasp. you can only look up at him with a dropped jaw and wide eyes, gasping for breath as your nails rake down the front of his chest and your legs fall limp from your hands, "mg'nna cum!"

he's lost in it all— lost in the way your pussy sucks him in and spasms around his cock as your finally fall over the edge of your orgasm, a thick ring of white forming around with every time his hips draw back. his fingers fist the bedding beneath the two of you as his eyes roll back slightly, hair wet with perspiration and stuck to his forehead. the live stream is long forgotten, even with an endless amount of money flooding in just from the way the two of you are so immersed in each other.

he sits up abruptly— taking your knees in his hands and gripping tightly. "fuck— so god damn tight— gunna fill you up—!" daishou grits his teeth as the tightness of your cunt nearly forces him to cum, fingernails digging into your skin and leaving crescent shapes in their wake.

your chest expands with deep breaths as you look up at him, in awe of what the aphrodisiac had drawn out of the two of you. there's a grin pulling on his lips— "good?" you're nodding your head quickly, not stopping until his long fingers grasp your chin and turn your face towards the camera, "so what do we say then?"

"th-thank you, everyone."

#the love club kinktober #tlc kinktober #daishou suguru #suguru daishou #daishou smut #suguru daishou smut #haikyuu #hq #haikyuu smut #hq smut #daishou x reader #haikyuu x reader #hq kinktober #fingie.fics

[tendousfingers]

i. matsukawa | cumdumpster

× warnings: fem! reader overstimulation, degrading , doggy style, dom!mattsun , usage of the words bitch/slut , spanking , a drabble! ⚠️

18+ CONTENT, NO MINORS OR AGELESS BLOGS.

"is-issei! can't! can't! s'too much!" your knees are digging into the fully saturated sheets of your bed, the skin of your ass sore as matsukawa's lean hips clapped into you at full force, bouncing off of the fatty flesh and leaving it jiggling from the force.

you've gone limp, your upper body slumped over into the covers and arms clutched beneath your chest, a thick ring of your cum settled at the base of his cock, milky white and creamy. you've lost count of how many times he's caused you to come undone, your walls sporadically pulsating around him. "oh? little whore can't take it? you should have thought about that hm? when you were acting like a bitch in heat in front of all my friends, remember that?"

makki, iawaizumi and oikawa we're all settled in the living room, awkwardly glancing at each other as mattsun handled you in the bedroom, the obvious sound of your bedframe creaking and hitting the wall. you recalled vividly, palming him beneath the blankets as they watched a movie, purposely wearing those little shorts and flimsy tank top that hardly even covered your nipples. "you were practically begging for this cock, now you can't take it? pathetic."

matsukawa's dominant hand reared back, silver rings adorning his fingers glinting in the light before his palm cracks against your asscheek, the cool metal brandishing your skin and stinging so fucking good. you're cumming on impact, walls clamping down on his fat cock, your pussy lips bowed out around him, creaming just how he likes it. "oh, oh god! issei!~"

your eyes are rolling back, smashing your own face into the mattress but he's having none of that, arm hooking around your shoulders and hoisting you up until his chest is plastered across your back, your head lolling back onto his sturdy shoulder. he holds you there, his other hand gripping the flesh of your side as he continues to rut into you through your orgasm.

"that's right, be a good little cum dumpster and take all of my load. if you behave, maybe ill let you rest, little slut."

#haikyuu #haikyuu smut #issei matsukawa #issei #mattsun #issei smut #matsukawa smut #hq #hq matsukawa #matsukawa drabble #drabble #haikyuu drabbles #matsukawa #fingie.fics

[tendousfingers]

k. bokuto | nipslip

× warnings: fem! reader, nipple play/teasing, fingering, praising, soft dom!bokuto , mentions of oral, squirting

18+ CONTENT, NO MINORS, AGELESS OR BLANK BLOGS.

nights when bokuto was off were the times that the two of you got to spend the most time together. bokuto was eager to be with you, always with you no matter what you were doing, as if you two were attached at the hip. from helping you clean, accompanying you to the grocery store and hugging you from behind while you cooked, bokuto was always around, and was always touching you in some form. and you loved every bit of it, you loved how bokuto wasn't ashamed to show you affection, and he didn't hold back on his feelings.

especially times like now, as the two of you spooned on the pullout couch in front of the living room tv, watching whatever show or movie bokuto had decided to pick out. his large body curled into yours perfectly, fitting like a missing puzzle piece while his large, muscular arm was slung over your waist, chin propped on top of your head. bokuto's warm, wide palm rubbed up the expanse of your tummy, under and over the cloth of your shirt, occasionally gripping the flesh of your sides.

you felt at ease, eyes half lidded as you melted into him and the couch, his soft ministrations lulling you into a light snooze. his hand continued to rise, sliding over your ribcage and gently cupping beneath your breasts before completely stopping just like that. your mind blanked for a moment, processing the touch before you settled back into him, lazily drawing your eyes back over the tv.

yet, bokuto was restless, thumbing over your clothed nipple once, twice, three, times his soft lips coming down to kiss your temple. it was if bokuto was clueless, your body already heating up at his touch, hips turning against his pelvis. even then, he let out a subtle moan, feeling your ass grazing him through his sweatpants, but he continued to watch tv, softly touching your nipples. he wasn't doing it on purpose, not to turn you on but more so, a loving action, a comforting caress.

thumbing your bud one last time, he's switching fingers, tracing little circles around your areola with his middle phalange. you can feel the arousal pooling in your panties, bokuto's warm breath fanning across your ticklish neck and sending tingles down your spine. he isn't paying attention, bright eyes focusing on the tv as blue hues of light shift over his handsome features. it feels good, the way he's playing with your peak, but you need more.

your thighs burn from constantly clenching, your panties becoming more and more saturated by the second, and you hadn't worn any pants. bokuto's hand stops for a moment, fingers stretching out and flexing, then giving your tit a gentle squeeze. he's switching fingers again, taking your nub between his index finger and thumb, gently rolling it between them. you lips part, core clenching, "ahn~." it's louder than you had intended, drawing bokuto's atten away from the tv and on to you.

your eyebrows are pinched together, plump lips parted. one of your hands is fisted against your crotch, thighs squeezing together and your feet hooking around one of his ankles. he smiles, seeing you like that. you look so pretty to him, so ethereal. it makes his heart race, rolling your nipple again just to see you moan and arch, "feeling good, pretty girl?"

" 't-tarou, need more.. wanna cum.." you breathe out, his smile only widening. your bodies are being shifted, bokuto's arm sliding up and around you, and the other hand that once occupied your breast is now sliding down your body, gently parting your legs. "here..?" he mumurs softly, rubbing two thick digits up and down your clothed slit before pushing your panties to the side. you turn your head away, clutching the navy blue material of his shirt in your fists and hiding your face, "ple-please kou..!"

"alright pretty girl.. settle down, i got you." sliding his fingers up and down your folds he collects some of your slick to use as lube, easily gliding his fingers inside of you. he starts slow, curling the two digits against your walls while searching for that spongy spot, the other hand gently tugging your nipple. the stretch of his fingers is good, burning only slightly. you cry out into his chest, walls already clamping down tightly.

when koutarou feels your walls relax, he begins to speed up, pistoning his fingers in and out, palm slapping deliciously against your clit with every inward motion. "bo! fuck, bokuto!" he's grinning, flicking your nipple with his other hand, fingers squelching in and out loudly, his thumb bending to play with your clit. "look so hot, creaming all over my fingers pretty baby. here, look at me.". your lifting your face to meet his, his lips slotted into yours over and over sloppily, tongue slipping inside your cavern with ease.

one fatal flick of his fingers and you're gushing, squirting against his hand and wrist. he pops out audibly, bringing his drenched fingers to rub rapidly back and forth on your clit, bringing you right through your orgasm. your hips lift, back arching and your jaw falling open , gasping out his name so beautifully. once you've come down from your high, he's oggling you with wide eyes and a raised brow, bringing his cum covered hand to his mouth and sucking his fingers clean before sitting up, letting you fall flatly onto your back against the couch, body sliding between your gaped legs,

"now m'gonna taste that sweet little cunt, pretty girl."

#haikyuu smut #haikyuu #bokuto #koutarou bokuto #bokuto smut #hq #hq bokuto #x reader #haikyuu x reader #fingie.fics

[tendousfingers]

𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐳𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 | 𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐚 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐨𝐢𝐤𝐚𝐰𝐚

× summary : you meet hinata and oikawa in a nightclub in brazil.

× warnings! : female! reader!, mentions of marijuana and alcohol, setting is brazil! , oihina threesome, oral (f! recieving) , double vaginal penetration , reader calls them daddy (1) time , oikawa and hinata slightly-ish fighting over you. anything i forgot to list , please let me know!

× disclaimer! : any cover photo or manga panel i use on my fics are for AESTHETIC purposes only! this is not to show any descriptions of what reader may look like. i try to be as inclusive as possible to all races, features and sizes. thank you! as always MINORS DNI.

18+ CONTENT. NO MINORS, AGELESS OR BLANK BLOGS.

"hey, shoyo— you look like shit. get up and dance or something, i didn't bring you to this club just to sulk around over some exgirlfriend who wasn't even that hot. come on get up!"

oikawa is grabbing hinata's shoulders and steering him off of his seat, forcing the male onto his feet, then quickly allowing his long arm to drape over the ginger's broad shoulders, "look, do you see any hot girls? maybe one that's piqued your interests?" brown eyes roam along the sea of bodies mingling across the dance floor, shades of blue, purple and pink lights strobing against skin and flashing along walls.

at first, he doesn't see you, eyes trailing right past you because he isn't really paying attention, the movements of bodies all around you almost swallowing you up. but, his eyes snap right back, then looking you up and down and following every dip and curve of your body shamelessly, his tongue darting out over dry lips and wetting them with one fatal sweep.

now that he's got his eyes on you, it's like a spotlight has shone down right over you, highlighting you amongst the horny, grinding bodies all around you. you dance all on your own, never pressing up against any of the men that come your way. in one hand, a half drunken drink, occasionally sloshing over the edge of the glass from your movements. hinata doesn't speak, instead elbowing oikawa in the side and then pointing towards you, earning a slick smirk and raised brows from the great king himself.

"shoyo, it's not nice to point however.. i like your suggestion."

between the sips of alcohol and hits off of a blunt, you can't remember when the two men had approached you, or what had sparked your current arrangement between them. behind you, hinata's obvious erection grazes over your ass, a large calloused hand gripping your hip tightly as he guides you back and forth against his more than eager pelvis. on your front side, desirous hands explore your body fervently, gripping at everything accessable. your own hands are planted firmly onto oikawa's chest, not even an inch of space between your body and the both of theirs.

your eyes were trained on oikawa's face, gorgeous in every detail as if extra time had been taken when creating him. he merely looked down at you with lustful, half lidded eyes, an amused grin plastered on his pink lips. he knew how badly you wanted to get away with them, he could see it in your eyes, no need for him to ask. but god did you want him to, eyes wide and glassy because he was already making you beg and the raunchiest parts of your escapades had yet to even begin.

your throat feels dry, causing you to swallow thicky and lick your lips, fingers bunching in the material of his shirt, "please—" he grin stretches, eyes lifting from you and up to meet hinata's heavy, yet expectant gaze. he gives a short nod, and hinata is leaning down to your ear, nipping the lobe before humming, "why don't you follow us out, hmm?"

you can only nod aimlessly, allowing the two men to escort you out of the bustling club and into a car, oikawa sliding into the driver's seat and cranking the engine. he looks over his shoulder, pouting at the sight of hinata all over you in the back seat, kissing and licking along the column of your neck. he could hardly believe that the male had first entered the club as upset and down as he was, now buzzing with sexual intensity. "shoyo— don't have too much fun without me, ive got to drive."

you flicker your gaze between to two, soon focusing on the one known as shoyo, who only offers you a raised brow expression. he's cute, bright eyed and bushy tailed, and you can't help but reach forward and tuck a strand of his ginger curls behind his ear, "shoyo, i want you.."

it's a this moment that he freezes, hearing your soft voice whine out for him. so tempting, so alluring. he hadn't imagined himself leaving with a girl at the time that oikawa had practically forced him into the nightclub, telling him that he needed to get out of bed and put himself back out there. he originally hadn't even been willing to go, rather content with lying around and moping over his ex girlfriend and some of the things she had said.

things like "what's the use in having a big dick if you don't even know how to use it?" or overhearing her telling all her friends how bad he was in bed. it wasn't his fault that he was inexperienced, but either way it made him feel like less of man. he had even voiced these insecurities to oikawa, who had felt equally as bad for him. but now, oikawa felt as if it were his duty to help hinata this time around, and to help him with everything.

"kiss her shoyo. don't give her what she wants just yet, she's not being patient enough." oikawa had then said, watching the two of you in his rearview mirror. his eyes narrow slightly, watching you fidget in your seat, rubbing your thighs together. "look at her, horny little thing. all desperate to get to cum, she doesn't deserve it yet."

he nods as if he's taking orders, fingers overlapping yours as he puts his hand ontop of your much smaller one, body leaning forward and pressing his lips onto yours. he tastes like fireball, the hot alcohol stinging your lips as his tongue delves into your mouth, poking at your tongue that's awaiting and eager. it's sloppy, the way your tongues rub and loop together, saliva dribbling from your bottom lip and down your chin. you pull away from his lips, the back of your hand coming up to wipe your mouth. by the time you've come back to kiss him again, he's already moved on, the tight material of your bodycon dress bunched around your stomach, your back pressed all the way up against the car door.

hinata takes your panties off with his teeth, letting them drop somewhere on the floorboard as he's leaning down, pressing kisses to your cute, glistening little cunt. it has you gasping loudly, drawing oikawa's attention from the road ahead and on to you instead. his grip over the steering wheel tightens, hinata obviously not following his instructions. he hardly cares though, groaning as he watches hinata's tongue slip up and down your folds, from the top all the way to your hole. the ginger's eyes have fluttered shut, tongue darting in and out of your entrance, slurping down on the juices that freely gushed from your cunt while his nose bumps your clit.

you cry, doing your best to hold your legs open even though you want to snap them shut, head falling back and gaze meeting with oikawa's, who watches you from the review mirror. "feels good? shoyo eating that pretty little cunt feels good huh? tell me, tell me how good it feels."

you stumble over your words, moans escaping through your sentence and cutting you off, making you nearly incoherent. "feels oh~ feels so good—on-mmm! my clit! ah!"

oikawa is turning into the entrance of his hotel, cursing once he's realized that he's going to have to find a parking spot. he grunts, flickering his gaze towards hinata, "hear that shoyo? she likes it on her clit. go ahead, suck on that cute little button, see how she reacts."

hinata retracts his tongue from your hole, licking every inch of your pussy he can all the way up to your clit. his eyes open, tongue flattening against your clit and wriggling back and forth. your hips come bucking up, heels digging into the leather seats. finally, he sucks down on your clit like a pacifier and you swear you can see stars, your orgasm zipping up and down your spine like electricity on a powerline.

a loud 'pop' can be heard as oikawa drags hinata off of your pussy, clit snapping back into place and throbbing harshly. you were there, right there cumming, but oikawa had already parked the car, and he'd be damned if he let you cum without him. hinata whines out loud, even louder as oikawa pulls him out of the car, quickly telling him to go and unlock their room.

the short walk to the hotel room is a blur, oikawa's hands trailing along your hips as he walks you closer, foot by foot, back pressed against his chest tightly, both of your bodies moving as one. all the while he's kissing along your neck, moaning softly into your ear. you can't tell which room is theirs, only coming to an answer when hinata's bright locks poke out of the door way, only alowing you in the room enough so that he can close the door. his hands are immediately back on your hips, pulling up your dress that you can't even remember putting back down.

moans are heavy in your ear, oikawa on the left and hinata on the right, the former aoba johsai captain now cupping his palms beneath your breasts, finally getting to have his sweet time with you. he wouldn't admit it, but he was jealous of hinata, jealous of him because he got to have all the fun first. he's practically purring, nose nuzzling up the side of your neck, drawing out a most sensual gasp from between your glossed lips. tooru nips at your ear, inhaling shakily,

"hinata was making you feel good huh? bet i can do better. pay attention, shoyo."

there's a sharp gaze that comes from hinata, pointed directly at oikawa who's smugly looking back at him, eyes narrowed slightly. your mouth feels like cotton, dry, yet your lips part to answer him anyways, only coming out in a pitchy whine, "wanna-wanna feel good. don't care who—"

"don't worry princess, we'll make it happen."

your dress has been hiked up all the way to your breasts, the cloth bunched just beneath them. oikawa takes the time to rid you of the article, tossing it somewhere along the floor, hands immediately ghosting your sides, all the way up until he's gripping your tits, rolling your perked nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. "fuck, no bra? dirty little thing, isn't she shoyo?"

he's preoccupied, humming out in agreement as he nuzzles between your plush thighs, nose bumping up against your bare pussy, panties having already been discarded back in the car. just as he stretches his tongue out to card it between your folds, a firm hand on your hips is pulling you back, oikawa looking down at hinata over your shoulder with a half lidded gaze that screams, 'try me.'

but hinata isn't afraid, instead reaching forward and rubbing two thick fingers up and down your slit, glaring right back up at oikawa without even flinching. you don't have to look at either of them to feel the tension, but you do anyways, gaze flickering back and forth between sharp and pointed stares until finally you break the silence, thighs trembling as you speak, "c-can— take you both, if you want. together— you don't have to fight.."

the shock that masks both of their faces is unlike anything you've seen before, hinata's round chocolatey eyes glazing over with lust, while oikawa's close completely, head falling back as he releases a guttural groan into the air at just the thought.

"fuck—!" he's talking through gritted teeth, trying to contain his excitement, "so good for us aren't you? so good— so fucking good."

minutes later and you're spread out on the bed, legs butterflied apart so prettily, while oikawa works three fingers up into your tight little cunt, knuckles deep and still pushing. your cheeks are wet with tears, just from his fingers alone, cries and squeals of pleasure bubbling between your lips each and every time he plunges into that soft spot within your gummy walls. it's like heaven for both hinata and oikawa, both of them lost in their own little world as they toy with your body. as oikawa splits you open, hinata is relaxing you as best as he can, tongue laving over your nipples again and again, a single finger rubbing tight circles into your cute little clit just as oikawa instructed him to.

your tummy feels tight, something knotting up inside and you can feel it, feel it so good, becoming tighter and tighter as they continue. it all bubbles up until it's spilling over with a cry and a jerk of your hips, eyes rolling up as you gasp out. "im— cumming! daddies im cumming!"

as you spray cum, oikawa immediately plunges his fingers as far as they'll go, pistoning them in and out, palm clapping against your clit and hinata's finger repeatedly until you can't squirt anymore. he feels your walls go lax, fingers pulling out of you as he crawls up the bed, placing a chaste kiss to your lips as a reward. "did so good, didn't she sho' ? i think she's all ready.."

they position you gently, hinata's broad body beneath yours as you straddle his hips, the tip of his cock rubbing up against your drooling entrance while oikawa comes up behind you, hands rubbing over your lower back and sides. he lines his tip up with hinata's, shafts pressing together. since oikawa can see better, he's the one to hold them together, the other hand on your hip, using that grip to lower your prepped pussy down onto them.

the stretch is tight, burning and stinging. even with their bases pushed together so tighly inside of you, you can still feel the difference between them. oikawa is elongated, tip jabbing right up into your cervix while hinata as a ferocious girth, doing the absolute most part of stretching you out nice and wide around his coke can cock. it feels like an eternity has passed once you finally have sunk down to the bases of both of them, juices dripping down and splattering. your pussy lips bow out around them, twitching ever so slightly.

you open your mouth to cry out, yet not a sound escapes. instead, the tears that roll fatly down your cheeks speak volumes, spine arching up from the perfect blend of pleasure and pain.

it's like oikawa can read your mind, a large yet smooth palm rubbing up between your breasts before settling gently on your throat, his thumb rubbing gentle circles into the skin as he coos above you, "so full, aren't you? shh, s'okay just let us take care of you. yeah..?" with a quick glance over your shoulder at hinata, he nods, signalling the other man who begin thrusting, easily moving in sync with him as he does.

as they work up a moderate pace, you feel incredibly full, feeling both cocks plunging nearly in your gut. finally, you're able to intake a sharp breath, moans finally breaking through. your voice squeals and shakes, nails digging into the fat hinata's thighs the curly ginger hairs around the base of his cock are soaked in your arousal, eyebrows pinched together tightly, all the while a thin layer of sweat breaks out in his forehead.

with the way your walls are so tightly pulled around them, he can feel every single thing, every clench and twitch. yet, it's the ridge of oikawa cock rubbing up against his that has him moaning out loudly, hips bucking up with wild thrusts. large, calloused hands take ahold of your hips, holding you in place for the both of them to fuck you open.

your head is thrown all the way back, spit and drool ebbing down your chin and neck, over oikawa's fingers that hold you there. the brunette has no choice but to match hinata's sudden increase in speed, balls swinging wildly as they both piston in and out of you like mad men. it's not long, not long at all before you feel your tummy tightening, practically helpless in their grasps as you cry out, arms falling limp, legs and thighs burning as you try to keep up with them.

hinata licks his lips, the volume in his moans suddenly increasing when he feels himself nearing his end. he's desperate to bring you to another release, sloppily swiping the pad of his thumb over his tongue before bringing it to your clit and rubbing quick circles, the other hand reaching up to hold onto your tit for leverage. for face scrunches up, feeling his touch on your sensitive little nub. your body jerks once last time before you cum, walls clamping down on their already strangled cocks, "im— fffuc- cumming! gunna make a mess!"

hinata doesn't stop, continuing to rub your clit rapidly until your squirting down his hand and wrist, walls squeezing down in one last attempt. it's what throws him over the edge, cock swelling up against oikawa's before he finally releases. he paints your walls white, inside and out, only to be followed by oikawa, who fucks up into you one last time and stills, a loud, throaty groan releasing from him as he cums along side his friend.

the pair carefully pulls out, oikawa helping you to lay next to hinata, before sitting back himself, a satisfied, smug look present on his features. he's sure shoyo won't be thinking of that ex girlfriend anytime soon, at least, not after this brazilian night.

as for yourself, this definitely wasn't how you had pictured spending your vacation, but hell, could you even complain while being sandwiched between two naked pro athletes? unlikely.

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× warnings : fem!reader, obsessive behavior, stalking , sakusa being a creep, suggestive and smutty themes + actions. kidnapping! dark content !

18+ CONTENT. NO MINORS, AGELESS OR BLANK BLOGS.

how did it get this way? when did it get this way? sakusa would have never imagined he'd be peeping into your window at two in the morning, and he wasn't quite sure how he had managed to come this far, to become like this. but he knew how it began.

you were cute, elbows propped on the counter as you ordered coffee, looking back at your friends for confirmation on what they had wanted. your eyes gleamed, a light smile on your lips as you giggled before finishing up your order. sakusa had been seated in a booth, atsumu and bokuto seated across from him because he preferred not to sit shoulder to shoulder with anyone. it just wasn't sanitary. he admired the way you cleaned the table with a bleach wipe for your friends, and the way you squirted a dollop of hand sanitizer into each of their hands, claiming that it didn't hurt to be clean. the two of you only make eye contact for a brief second, but it warmed sakusa's heart rapidly.

the second time sakusa had visited the little shop, he went alone, the first time having been a spontaneous decision made by bokuto. but, sakusa had a craving for the peppermint mocha that atsumu had talked him into buying, and he just so happened to be in the neighborhood. so there he was, his sterile mask pulled up to his eyes, and in you walked all bundled up in your oversized sweater, lips chapped from the frigid air outside, your hands rubbing together for warmth. so pretty.. so perfect so.. covered in the coffee he had just bought, now dropped the floor and splattering over your ankles and shoes. 

“i-i’m so sorry.” was all he had managed, hands shaking from how dirty the scene before him was, and yet, you only laughed, squatting down to pick up the cup. it didn’t help that with you so far below him he could see down your shirt, but he only looked away, clearing his throat. “it’s no problem, really. um, you wanna help me clean this up?” after that, sakusa had truly gotten a laugh out of you, asking the cashier for a mop and some cleaner and cleaning the entire mess properly. had he not, the sticky residue off minty flavored coffee on the floor would haunt him forever. 

the third time sakusa went, it was both for coffee and for the chance to see you again. even if he had embarrassed himself last time, he couldn’t get you off his mind. of course, you immediately recognized him when you walked in, greeting him with a bright smile. he then offered to pay for you drink, claiming that it was his way of apologizing for spilling coffee all over you. you accepted and spent the majority of your visit talking to sakusa, which is how he would learn your name and many other details about you. 

every visit after that was completely and utterly made just to see you, but for little over a week sakusa hadn't even caught a glimpse of your angelic face. he began to wonder if it had been a coincidence to see you so many times before, and that maybe he just wasn't meant to see you. sakusa had thought maybe you liked him, but he could have been wrong. now, he hadn't seen you for a week and he was close to just giving up, sliding himself out of the booth he had been sitting in. the sudden chiming of the bell ontop of the door had him glancing over, shocked to see you walking inside with another guy, your hands intertwined, your smile as bright as ever.

kiyoomis mouth had gone dry, seeing you come inside with another guy. he had thought you were into him, the way you smiled and laughed. was that just you being friendly? had he read you all wrong? he soon stopped visiting the coffee shop, finding that he infanct was not craving the coffee but instead, he craved you. the sight of you, the smell of your perfume as he walked by. the sound of your voice. he was an addict, and you were his fix. you were so pure, so perfect and yet all of his thoughts were dirty, filthy even. he had only been obsessive over one thing in his entire life, and that was germs. now, sakusa was utterly infatuated by you. he couldn't function without seeing you. this is how he would come to stalk your social media, fisting his cock to any and every picture of you he could find. but like every addict, he became tolerant and he needed more.

one night, he waited for you to leave the coffee shop, following you home and hiding in your bushes until he could find a window to look through without being caught. it happened to be your bedroom, and god did sakusa watch as if it were a high definition movie. he saw everything, from you sleeping to changing, and even witnessed you fucking your boyfriend a few times too. sakusa hated seeing that though, seeing your boyfriend last less than five minutes before leaving you unsatisfied. he knew he could do better, mumbling about how he could make you cum a thousand times before painting the soil of one of your potted plants with his cum, huffing out heavily.  

months had passed now, and kiyoomi only got better at stalking you. he learned many things, like the fact that you were forgetful sometimes and left the front door unlocked when you would leave. sometimes he would even have to cut your oven off, or unplug your hair dryer. the first time he had stepped within the threshold of your apartment, he got a adrenaline rush like no other. he had been watching you at his usual time, between two and three in the morning. you were winding down for the night, laptop open as you worked on what he assumed was college assignments, that is until your phone went off, causing you to check it before fleeing your apartment in a hurry. in such a hurry that, you had left your front door cracked open and your laptop unlocked. upon entering, sakusa was met with a basket full of dirty laundry sitting on top of your kitchen table, and perched perfectly at the top of the unwashed clothing was a pair of your dirty undwear, crumpled up in a small ball.

he precariously picked up the soiled undergarments, looking around as if to check if anyone had been watching him before he unraveled the piece. a royal blue thong, God he could only imagine what you looked like, how the vivid color looked against your perfect skin. he hadn't thought twice about it, almost immediately bringing the thin piece of cloth to his nose and inhaling deeply. your soft musky scent was more perfect than he had imagined, so lewd, so erotic. he was groaning deeply, fishing his cock out of his pants and wrapping his hand around it tightly. he paused, contemplating whether he really wanted to do this. it didn't take much thought, the vibrant blue cloth now wrapped around his pale cock as he fucked into his fist roughly, gasping and shuddering all while whispering your name.

wiping his thumb over the angry red tip, it only takes a few more flicks of his wrist to make him cum, hurriedly pulling the blue fabric over the head to catch his cum, but droplets of white splatter against your tiled kitchen floor anyways. sakusa doesn't notice through his adrenaline infused high, shoving himself back into his jeans and pocketing the sticky panties. he only leaves after going through your computer, opening every file, browsing your search history and even reading your messages.

but he leaves in the same calm manner he entered in, closing the door behind him and trudging to his car. kiyoomi acts as if he hadn't just completely invaded your personal space, he acts as if nothing had happened at all. he goes home and continues about his normal routine.. except he's burning himself in a scalding hot shower, scrubbing his skin with a loofah until it turns lobster red. his nails are meticulously cleaned with a nail brush, scrubbing on top, around and under them. he washes his hair three, even four times, as if he's trying to wash away the sins he's just committed. so filthy, so disgusting he is, washing until the water runs cold and his balls are shriveling up. but even then, sakusa doesn't feel clean, but he cannot help himself, he has to obsess over you and thus, the cycle never ends.

sakusa mulls over explanations that could excuse his acts, but nothing works, nothing is good enough. at one point, he isn't sure who he's trying to convince, himself or god. it isn't until one night while he's laying in bed that it comes to him. all he has to do is take you away, make you understand why he did what he did. it's not like you have anything going for you. your boyfriend is trash, your grades aren't even up to par. it would be for your own good, sakusa tells himself, convinced that you'd be better off with him and only him. no one could punish him for oogling what he owns.

it's a week later and sakusa is at the coffee shop. he's followed you this time, all the way from your apartment. he watches as you go inside, as your order your coffee. it's the same as always, an iced americano. getting out his car, the rain that poured down from the sky drenched his body, dark curls sticking to his forehead and his sweatshirt growing damp by the second. it's timed perfectly, he's entering as your exiting. he watches your face drop at the falling rain, pulling your phone out to dial your boyfriend who doesn't answer. by the time he's ordered his own coffee (the same order as you this time.), you're still standing outside, and sakusa is dropping a small white pill into his cup before placing a gentle hand on your shoulder. "hey, you need a ride?" had you not met him all those times before, you would have said no, you should've said no.

kiyoomi helps you into the car, taking your coffee to hold for you as you get seated. unbeknownst to you, he hands back his own cup instead, the brown liquid tampered with to his own advantage. you don't notice, it's an iced americano, exactly what you had ordered. climbing into the car, he throws you a smile, and you can't help but blush. it's not like he wasn't attractive, quite the opposite actually. but your boyfriend, he was toxic, oh so toxic and would be infuriated if he found out you even looked at another guy. "kiyoomi, are you sure you don't want any gas money?" you ask, taking a long sip of your cold coffee. he only shakes his head, "don't worry about it. i don't need your money, and you won't need it either."

those sinister words fly right over your head, suddenly feeling awfully sick. your ears begin to ring and buzz, the car spinning. you're dizzy and naseous, eyes falling shut and opening slowly. the only thing you manage to pick up on are the roadsigns passing by your window, indicating that you're all but going the right way to your apartment. "...this.. this isn't the way to my pl-place—" "shhhh..." a lone finger to is pressed to your lips, the other hand steering the car as he gently caresses your face. your arms have gone limp, you can't feel or move them, not even to fight sakusa off. though, as large as he is, you doubt you could anyways. he's suddenly gripping your chin tightly, the car pulled into the parking lot of an unfamiliar apartment building. "you're gonna be a good girl right..? i don't want to have to hurt you princess.." you can't focus, his voice is coming in and out like waves and you hardly understand. you're blacking out, the last thing you hear is sakusas soft voice whispering, "goodnight princess..."

he carries you inside his apartment, dropping your phone and stomping on it before heading inside.

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