#hq kinktober 2021

[musings-and-moans]

homewrecker

submission for: @cirigiri's The DILF List Collab (DILF #17 — the friend’s husband) AND for iwaizumi's birthday on the 10th of june. also, this is part 1, part 2 is coming out on the 21st, and part 3 during kinktober <3

features: friend's husband!hajime iwaizumi x mrs. oikawa!f!reader (afab!reader, uses she/her pronouns) | song: homewrecker - marina | wc: 4185 | part 2 | part 3

summary: while hajime iwaizumi is a highly successful athletic trainer, his marriage is in disarray. his wife ended up cheating on him even after having a son, kaito iwaizumi, when she went on a business trip to argentina; with his best buddy, tooru oikawa, of all people. he wasn't the only one who had been duped, though. so were you, tooru oikawa's wife, and with a daughter, melina jose oikawa. you remembered your pent-up sentiments for hajime while comforting each other, and things start to take a spicy turn. | visual inspiration: this artwork by @/novak.rouge on instagram (@beware-of-the-rogue the way you and ella have spoiled me xD) and serena mendoza is inspired by serena van der woodsen from gossip girl (yes i love that show gtfo my case lol /j /lh)

beta readers: @mrskenmakozume @sweetsbysatori (your inputs are so so valuable ilysm <333) | networks: @tokyometronetwork @hanayanetwork

brainstorming: @mxonigirimiya (this wouldn't have been possible without you so thank you so so much *sobs* <33)

content warnings: hq timeskip spoilers, themes of infidelity, suggestive tones, angst, hurt/comfort, usage of swear words (this is so not me lol, i just had a rough couple of days, and this is me venting lol), serena's called a bitch, paparazzi, mentions of body insecurity/dysmorphia (but not reader), the reader having symptoms of depression including having trouble with eating, mentions of consumption of alcohol, sexual tension, slightly dubcon (if you squint at the end) 'cause iwaizumi's speaking in a slurred voice, please lmk if i miss out on any tags

a/n: this took me a lot of while to come up with this lol, because it's writing about my kinnie in a bad light, but it's only for the sake of the plot y'all. but i honestly loved writing this, i'd been in a bad mood off late and i needed to vent out. also, please note that i don't ever condone cheating. as always, likes, comments & reblogs, especially reblogs are appreciated. also, minors please dni, i will block you.

9th May 2021. 7:00pm, San Juan, Argentina

The waves from the cerulean sea kissed your toes as you were sitting near the shoreline in Del Bono with your elbows on the clear sand. The incandescent moon shone light on your shimmery silver dress and sand-covered feet which had become sore after running away from the izakaya after one of your colleagues shared the news where you learned that your husband, the setter of Club Atletico San Juan, Tooru Oikawa, was rumored to have cheated on you with your best friend since university, Serena Mendoza. You heaved a long drawn sigh as you felt something punching your gut as you then sat up with your hands hugging your stomach, writhing in agony, and tears welling in your eyes. Your heart broke for your daughter, as you wondered whether she heard the news about her father, and wondered whether her classmates would eventually make fun of her. She was at no fault of this at all, but was unnecessarily caught in this crossfire. 

Wiping the tears from your waterline, for a moment you think about Serena, one of the richest, most popular and good looking girls at the University of California at Irvine, who became your best friend over your course of study at the university. She was regarded as one of the most beautiful girls in your university. Everyone wanted to be her, some wanted to be with her, and you, (Y/N) (L/N), having moved to the States from Japan, had considered yourself very lucky to befriend her. 

The day after you two graduated from uni, you two were lying on one of the sands of the California beaches. You let the sand below you cling to you as you wore a swimsuit with every inch of the fabric hugging your skin especially after you’d gone for a swim, while Serena wore her black V-neck one-piece swimsuit, her body and her long, wavy blonde locks basked in the glory of the sunshine, waiting for you to get back. As you two were lying down, soaking in the sun, Serena said, “You know something? Someday, it would be nice for us to get married to a pair of best friends, wouldn’t it?” As the water kisses your feet, you turn to Serena and add, “Famous best friends, maybe? And if we end up getting a high profile job too, someday we wouldn’t have to worry about our life, y’know? ‘Cause we’d be living a life of luxury,” chuckling amongst yourselves.

Boy, how you were wrong.

10th May 2021. 7:00am, Tokyo, Japan

“We now begin this special program with breaking news as we see clips showing the well known setter for the San Juan Volleyball Team, Tooru Oikawa, walking out of his hotel with someone other than his wife. Sources say…”

As Iwaizumi was told by Atsumu Miya, one of his athletes that he was training for the Olympics, to watch the news online through his iPad,  the world came to a standstill for him. He was beyond disbelief, seeing his wife and the mother of their son, as the mystery woman who was scuttling inside the hotel with Oikawa’s arm around her waist as he kissed her on her lips. He could make out that it was Serena through her blonde tresses, and the emerald earrings that he gave her for their anniversary.

“Haji,” he heard her calling for him once more, interrupting his train of thought, but the voice that once brought him joy now wrung his heart, causing him to be in profound agony. He turned in the direction of the gradually unfamiliar voice as he noticed Serena walking out of their bedroom in her work attire. She’d seen a little frantic, when she asked him, “Haji, where’s our son?” Furrowing his eyebrows at her, the athletic trainer responded, “That’s not something you needed to know,” then shrugged his shoulders to continue, “given that you don’t care for him anyway, but I’d already contacted my parents to take him in.” Serena widened her eyes in shock, raising her voice, “How dare you! He’s our son! How dare you make such decisions without consulting me?” 

Approaching her, Hajime confronted his wife, and replied, “Serena, you lost that right. Not when you chose to go to Buenos Aires for the trip. You lost the right to call me your husband and Kaito as our son, when you decided to fuck my best friend,” raising his voice at the end and pointing a finger towards her. Serena’s mouth gaped wide open as he told her, “Atsumu showed me the news. That bastard woke me up at 7am! I’m glad that he did though, because you cheated on me, and betrayed your best friend, by sleeping with my asshole of a best friend! Oh my god, do you have any idea what she must be going through?” In the midst of the long argument, initially she kept denying it, saying, “No, Haji, that’s so not true. I just met him and caught up with him. That’s all,” and she kept trying to change the topic, but fate wasn’t on her side as she got a ping on the phone from Oikawa. He snatched the phone from her and then saw a notification from the beguiling devil himself. As he opened the phone, the text gave him enough reasonable doubt to confirm his suspicions:

“Serena-chan, what are we gonna do? (Y/N)-chan hasn't seen the news yet, has Iwa-chan? How are we going to explain this without getting caught?”

His olive-green irises started seeing red, but instead of deciding to lash out at Serena, which even she expected, an idea sparked into his head. He took a deep breath and he then proceeded to dial your number. As you lifted the phone, he was met with your ragged breaths and sniffles, as you replied with a lump in your throat, “Hello, Iwaizumi?” For a moment, when he heard you, he felt your heart break along with his, but he knew he had to be strong for the both of you. 

He’d known you and Serena since the time you three studied together in Irvine. You and Iwaizumi did not have much in common, but you two were willing to be a part of each other’s interests. You two would watch Godzilla together while you would take him along with Serena out on a drive. Whether it was playing volleyball, playing in the arcade, or sipping on some horchata while gorging on some tacos, you loved to hang outdoors. You two slowly started to become thick as thieves, and you started to have feelings for him.

However, when he confessed one day that he had feelings for Serena, it caused your heart to break inside and you were a little jealous of her, but you had kept all the negativity aside, resigning yourself to thinking that he would never be interested in you to begin with. So, when Oikawa dropped by to visit Iwaizumi, the former ace introduced you to his childhood best friend who started shadowing his idol, the former setter-turned-coach Jose Blanco, when he joined the Club Atletico San Juan, one of the most popular teams in the Argentinian Volleyball Federation.

Tooru had once come across as smug initially, but he eventually captured your heart over you two having a lot more in common with each other, and you had similar experiences growing up. You two eventually fell in love with each other, and you and Tooru and Serena and Hajime got married on the same day. While Hajime and Serena worked in the States, the former gaining American citizenship, you had worked with Serena for a while, until you and Oikawa moved to Argentina, with him gaining Argentinian citizenship.

“Hi, it’s… been a while, hasn’t it?” Iwaizumi asked you, in a softer tone, causing Serena to open her mouth in shock. Taking a long drawn breath, you responded with a quivering voice, “It has, but it’s sad we’re talking under these circumstances.” He nodded, inquiring while Serena widened her eyes, “When did you find out?” Drooping your shoulders, you continued, “I was at an izakaya with my co-workers after we had a successful presentation. Before coming here, it felt really awkward. Many of my co-workers were giving me weird looks throughout the day, until some of them decided to treat me to a drink in the evening. You know that she and I decided to be colleagues in the American Volleyball Association where Kuroo-san referred us before I transferred to Argentina, right? So, I contacted my boss after knowing the news and he granted me permission to work from home. I’ve never done this, Iwa! I take pride in going to work everyday, and I just…” 

You couldn’t speak anymore because you’d started sobbing, smearing your makeup. Iwa repeatedly called your name to calm you down, while flashing his hand at Serena to stop her from walking towards him. Having gained your attention, you replied, “I don’t know what to do, I’m going to be booking a cab home as of now.” He then interrupted you by saying, “Before you do that, I think you need to call Oikawa. This needs to be talked about.” Your eyes widened as fear and anger gripped you, snarking, “wait, is that bitch here?” He hummed in response, causing you to respond, “you know what? Let’s do that. Also, please put the phone on speaker.” 

While Serena does not move an inch, Hajime put the phone in front of him and turned on the speaker, while side-eyeing at her. After a couple of minutes, a familiar voice was heard out loud. “Ola, mi amõr. What's up? Practice is wrapping up, so I’m on my way home. What do you want for dinner?” The whole room could sense that he was acting like nothing happened. Then you continued, “Tooru, I saw the news. I know that you’re having an affair with Serena.” An uncomfortable silence lingered in the room, before Oikawa breaks it, replying in an act of defiance, “Baby, it's not what it looks like,” when Hajime chimed in, exclaiming with seething rage, “So what is it then, Shittykawa, ‘cause it looks like you're all over my wife!” 

Serena then cried out, “Tooru, I did not tell him anything,” with you interrupting her, saying, “Shut up, bitch, no one wants to listen to you!” Tooru was shocked, and he softly replied, “Mi amor, can we talk about this by ourselves, at home? I’m so sorry–” Shaking your head, you retorted, “Nah. You’re only sorry that you got caught. So, either we can’t talk about it at all, or we can talk about it now since you decided to embarrass not just yourself, but all four of us on an international stage. Do you know how many weird looks I got today? Huh? I'd have to call my boss for some days off or to work from home, because paparazzi would probably be fucking hounding my office, putting my job at risk, so I'm at the beach, and I’ll be going back home now, and I’m sure the cameras have reached there too,” you shrug and raise your voice, continuing, “packing our bags, and taking Melina with me to Tokyo, where you’re not going to follow me, do you understand, Oikawa?” 

During this time, Oikawa gets a call from Jose Blanco, his coach, and Iwaizumi from Fuki Hibarida, the coach of the Japanese National Volleyball Team. Both of them were urged to put the phone via a conference call, where everyone was present. You muted your side of the call out of respect but didn't cut the call. Instead, you got up, rustled your dress, and booked a cab home. “Oikawa,” Blanco spoke first, “you’re our most important player in the team, so how is it that your dirty laundry is now aired?” Hibarida continued, “we’ve decided to arrange the conference call, because one, we know that you two have been friends growing up, so this better be fixed somehow, and two, the Olympics are on the way and we don’t want any bad press to affect our games. So, you two better fucking get it together or both of you're off your respective teams, because we're not going to risk our image by being associated with that mess.” Nodding with a single tear streaming down his cheek, Hajime responded, “We are so sorry, Hibarida-san and Blanco-san for all the chaos that’s been happening. I’ll be organizing a press conference tomorrow and come clean. I hope Oikawa does the same, because a lot is at stake here, including our friendship, which has already gone to the dogs. Have a good day, both of you.” 

When both of them hung up, you unmuted yourself and continued speaking, “I’m home now. I’m telling our daughter  that we’re taking an impromptu trip to her grandparents’ place, in Miyagi. Hajime, since our parents live nearby, why don’t you bring your son there?” With a soft smile on his face, he replied, “Already did that, (y/n). It will be nice for our kids to bond. Where will you be staying?” 

“I’ll be staying over at a friend’s place,” you continued, “We’ll be in touch, Haji. But before I hang up, I want to ask the both of you something. Tooru, what did she give you that I couldn't? Serena, what did he give you that Hajime couldn’t provide? What could have been so lacking in our respective marriages, that you, Tooru sought it out in not just any woman, but the wife of your best friend for almost 2 decades? The same question goes to you too, Serena.” Both of them sheepishly replied, “I don't know,” making both you and Iwaizumi even more furious. You then hung up and tried to find a way to collect your emotions and move out to a friend’s place with your daughter before you move back to Tokyo the next day.

On the following day, Hajime and Tooru organized a press conference at their respective places, and Tooru was the first to speak, “Good evening everyone. This press conference is being held to come clean and ensure that our Olympic game is not jeopardized. The rumors are true: I did have an affair with Iwaizumi's wife. All of us have known each other since college days, and Iwaizumi and I grew up together. So, this in no way excuses my actions, or our actions. We were drunk, we acted impulsively without thinking about the impact it would have on our partners We are sorry—not only to everyone we disappointed, but especially to our partners whom we betrayed in one of the most intimate ways. Having said that, it was a one time thing that never should have happened, and all we can do is ask for forgiveness,” half-lying in the end. Then Hajime continued, “Our families request privacy as we figure out how to move forward after this scandal. So, I hope that all of you will respect our decisions in this matter. And to those who are fans of the team and of the sport of volleyball, I request that this isolated incident should not affect your love for it at all. Above all, we’ll always be fans of the sport, no matter what. The press conference ends here.”

Days have passed since you moved out of Argentina back to Tokyo, and you and Hajime had told Serena and Tooru that you two were separating from the both of them. Upon reaching Tokyo, you’d contacted your childhood friend, Tetsuro Kuroo, who was now a sports promoter at the Japan Volleyball Association, who gave you a separate house to live in for a couple of days, and was even willing to refer you for a spot in the JVA, should you wanted to come back to work. You responded, saying that you would think it over. In the meantime, Iwaizumi moved out of the house and contacted his other best friends, Issei Matsukawa and Hanamaki Takahiro. “Bro, we’re really sorry that that happened and you can stay with either one of us,” Mattsun replied over the phone, “however, Oikawa was lying about one thing. It was not a one time thing, Iwaizumi. They’d been sleeping with each other even when you all were just dating.” Hajime felt a sinking feeling within him when he learnt of the dirty little secret.

Despite all the four settling with each other in different countries, Oikawa and Serena had a secret that neither Hajime nor you were aware of. Even though Tooru and Serena loved you two a lot, enough to want to start families  with the both of you, they loved each other differently. The secret glances they shared, the trips they would secretly take to meet each other, the marks they had to hide and everything else surrounding their years of tryst were oblivious to you two. They were never caught, except by some of his Argentinian friends who tried to convince him to stop the affair, until now. Mattsun had eventually learned of this the month before the press leak, when he ended up snooping through Oikawa’s phone when he’d come to Japan for some time before the Olympics. Mattsun told Makki and while the both of them confronted Oikawa and told him to inform Hajime, he said that he would, but since they knew that he wouldn’t, Makki left an anonymous tip to the press who started tracking them, hence the press leak. The day of the press leak, Oikawa lost his cool when he saw the only DM from Makki ‘cause they’d usually talk over the phone: “I hope you enjoy explaining your affair to the press, Oikawa :D”

The first few days went by very drearily, causing you to weep profusely. This affected you so much that it caused you to have sleepless nights and bouts of overeating and not eating at all. You were scared to go to work again so after a couple of days, you contacted your boss saying that you wanted to work from home until the situation died down. So, you started slowly gaining your energy back, and with employing a couple of self-care options, you were slowly feeling better yourself. This didn’t stop you from suddenly thinking about the whole situation without it constantly pricking you. You’d told Tooru that you wanted to be separated and you wanted time to think for yourself and the custody of your daughter. It was especially hard when you’d be in touch with your daughter and you were not able to say anything to her just yet. She may have your hair and your features but she had Tooru’s eyes, and it pained you to see her brown irises  and be reminded of him.

With Hajime, it was different. 

In any case, he kept to himself anyway. Nonetheless, people did still know him as an athletic trainer, and through a couple of viral videos of him working out, he was also referred to as a “DILF.” He never missed looking in the mirror since he started working out consciously and living a healthy lifestyle, and he was proud to see his muscle mass growing in the right places. As he raked his fingers through his hair, he would flex his biceps and admire the physique he was trying to build for himself. 

He was not ashamed of the way he looked. It may have bothered him that he was shorter than Tooru, but he was happy with how he lived. He was aware that Tooru was more popular with girls than he was. However, whenever Serena complimented him and told him that he still looked attractive and that she was lucky to be with him, he became much more at ease. But with her having cheated on him, he suddenly felt a sinking feeling in his stomach, realizing that she may have been lying. He suffered a significant blow to his self-confidence, not only as a partner but also as a parent and a person. The moments he felt like not working out, he would skip it, but would be chided by Mattsun, Makki, and you. 

Everyday you’d check in with Hajime to figure things out as to how you two would be able to cope with everything. You were able to convince one of your old friends who work in the grocery store to deliver the groceries to Hajime so he could avoid the paparazzi, and since Kuroo gets his groceries delivered anyway, you don't have to go out either. This wasn’t just to calm everything down, it's also to salvage your images because you didn’t want people to pity you as the left-behind partners. You two were much more than that. Because life had been kicking the both of you hard, while you two were occasional drinkers, your quantities eventually started increasing. You two somehow found a way to sneak to each other’s houses without garnering unwanted attention. Even if it was for a brief moment, you two indulged in a temporary escape with each other, ignoring the reality that was haunting the both of you. 

One day, at his house, when you two were watching a comedy movie while hogging on some popcorn together, while laughing, your hand subconsciously landed on his thigh and then your eyes turned to each other. Your heart started to beat faster as your eyes landed on his. Ragged breaths were echoed throughout the room, as he closed the laptop. As he was cupping your cheeks and drew your face closer, he asked you slowly, gentlemanly, “(y/n), can I please-” and as you were about to give in to the temptation, your phone buzzed causing you to jolt from your carnal trance as your daughter called you. Sensing that you needed time to think about all that just happened, you told him that you were leaving and that you’d meet him later. 

As you finish speaking with your daughter, while driving back home, your mind then lingers back to the first time when you first saw him at the university's recreation center, his dark brown, spiky hair caught your attention and then his green eyes which truly captured your attention. In discussing the intramural tournaments with him as you were interested in signing up, you found his toned figure attractive. You were standing at the registration desk when Serena grabbed your arm and whispered into your ear, “oooh, did you notice the dickprint on his shorts?  Because that looks so satisfying,” and you did notice a slight bulge in his shorts as you glanced over at him.

He seemed to get the memo when your gaze meets his, as he winked at you, making your cheeks flush as you parted ways. Ever since then, over the years, whenever you touched yourself, as your fingers ran over your clit, everyday, even when you were married to Tooru, you still kept thinking of Hajime as you imagined him calling you, “baby,” as he thrusted himself inside you. You were scared to tell Serena about how you felt for him because they told you individually, and out of respect for both of them, you kept your feelings aside and you genuinely started to like Tooru, but you couldn’t stop thinking of Hajime. How could you? You were truly in love with him.

9th June, 2021. 11:30pm

You realized that it was Hajime’s birthday coming soon, and no sooner did you think about him, than you were immediately reminded of the moment you two had shared when you two almost kissed each other, causing your cheeks to fluster. You’d wanted him for so long, but never got to act on the feelings, but that day, when your lips were about to meet, you realized that you haven’t had sex in so long. Your marriage with Oikawa had fallen apart at its seams, and while you had been thinking of getting back to him for your daughter, that moment with Hajime made you realize that you’d rather have the athletic trainer more than the setter.

Having then downed a few glasses of wine, and craving to be intimate with him, you put your lacy underwear under Hajime’s oversized volleyball shirt, turned on your vibrator, placed it over your clit, and felt the vibrations run through you. Initially, you moved the tip of the toy slowly up your entrance before you let it enter you, then you increase the speed. You were fondling yourself, bursting out in a series of moans when you heard a knock at your door. As you awoke for a brief moment and wondered what was happening, you kept the vibrator on your bedside table. You ran to the door, opening it with your eyes wide and shocked at who was there. The former ace mumbles in a slurred voice, picking you up as he wraps your legs around his waist. He takes your cheeks to bring you closer and begins to kiss you.

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☄  tags/warnings: +18, afab reader, msby!bokuto, camboy!bokuto (bokuto runs his own +18 twt acc), fingering (f receiving), squirting, sex tape (bokuto consensually records), a little bit of overstimulation, a bit of nipple play, praising!!, established couple <3

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Bokuto’s got a dirty little secret.

He knows how most of his teammates and friends see him. He’s the happy-go-lucky talented guy they can always count on, the one who will make a comment that will get everyone laughing and the one who will lift their team’s spirit after losing a couple points. Even after you started dating, he was still the aloof Bokuto, sweet and caring with lover— nothing they hadn't seen before.

Maybe that was one of the reasons he enjoyed doing this so much. What started as thirst traps on an anonymous Twitter account had quickly evolved in videos of him touching himself on full display. Bokuto had never anticipated the high of the thousands of likes he received daily, as well as the comments of both men and women desiring him so badly, even if they had never seen his face. The anonymity of it made it even more exciting and soon he was reaching a follower count of four digits.

But then, he met you. Sweet little thing that loved him as intensely as he loved you. As the relationship progressed, you had both shared racy photos and videos and he made sure to cater his videos to your taste. He had found out you liked when you could hear him moan as he fucked his fist and when you got to see him come, his cock twitching as spurts of cum fell on his abs. The videos he sent you were so much more fun to make than his regular ones— and soon he started feeling guilty.

That was when he decided to tell you the truth. Sitting on his bed, you listened to him explain how it all started and took his phone when he placed it on your hands with shaky hands. Bokuto wasn’t sure if he had seen correctly when you pressed your thighs together as you scrolled down his Twitter profile in silence. After seeing the preview of three or four videos, you raised your head and felt your heart clench at the unsure expression in Bokuto’s eyes.

“I think this is really hot, Kou,” you admitted with a soft voice and it was amazing how his eyes seemed to gleam at your words.

Before you could continue, his lips were on yours, devouring your mouth and pushing you on the bed. You giggled in between the kiss, smiling when Bokuto started kissing your neck, his hands already sliding underneath your shirt.

“I mean it,” you pressed, moaning softly when Bokuto sucked the skin between your jaw and your ear. “I love the ones you send me, I’m not surprised other people like it as well.”

“You’re not mad?” he asked against your neck.

“No. I mean— you don’t really, uh… interact with your followers, right? Like, I saw you only posted but didn’t really reply, so I thought—”

“Don’t talk to any of them,” he quickly answered, hovering over your face for a brief second. “Only you. There’s only you for me.”

“Well, then I think it’s pretty hot,” you chuckled before pulling him closer and crashing your lips against his.

Bokuto kissed you passionately, lips sliding against each other as he supported his weight on his elbows, not wanting to crush you. He licked your bottom lip and sucked it gently, loving the small groan you made before he went back to kiss you again.

“How did I end up so lucky?” he sighed, going back to kiss you again and again. “You’re so perfect. So, so perfect for me.”

“I could say the same thing,” you said, your fingers running across his back.

“Can I record us?”

You pushed Bokuto away by the shoulders, taken aback by his sudden suggestion. You raised an eyebrow at him questioningly, a little bit dumbfounded.

“Huh?”

“Shit, sorry— we don’t have to. I just… you mentioned the ones I send you, which are— they are completely different from the ones I upload. And I thought about the ones you usually send me. And… they’re so hot. You’re so hot, baby,” he breathed out, his eyes lowering to your breasts and then back to your lips. “I don’t have to upload it, no— we don’t even have to record it, shit, I’m so sorry, just forget—”

“Okay.”

It was now Bokuto’s turn to look at you, a confused expression on his face.

“Record us,” you said. “I’ll decide about uploading it when it’s done.”

That was how you had ended up in the position you were now. Bokuto’s phone was propped up on the bed while you were sitting in front of him, your back resting on your boyfriend’s chest as his hands roamed around your naked body. He pinched and twisted your nipples gently, loving the way you squirmed when he hadn’t even properly touched you.

One of his big hands made its way to your pussy, wet from all the touches and kisses he had left on your skin as he undressed you. He gathered your slick on two of his fingers and spread it all over your folds, his dick twitching at the tiny little whimpers that left your mouth. His golden eyes travelled to his screen, where even if both your heads were out of the frame, he could clearly see your pretty count on display.

Bokuto started circling around your clit, waiting until you were bucking your hips and trying to meet his hand for him to actually touch it. The whine you made was heavenly, eyes closed and head thrown back against his shoulder as he rubbed your clit. He turned his head and pressed one, two kisses on your temple. He watched on his screen as your boobs jiggled due to how fast you were breathing and he closed his free hand on one of them, his fingers fondling it as his thumb played with your nipple.

Wanting you to last a little longer, he stopped his movements and let his fingers travel downwards to your needy hole, that was already clenching around nothing, begging for more of him. And who was him to deny anything his pretty girl wanted?

He pushed two fingers inside, taking his time as he did so. He knew how thick his fingers were and how you loved the burn whenever he stretched you. He shushed you tenderly as you tried to fuck yourself on his hand and he circled your waist with his other hand, keeping you in place as he started pumping his fingers.

His bedroom quickly filled with your sweet moans and the lewd sound of his fingers fucking your soaking hole. A part of Bokuto wished he could capture your expression, but at the same time, he was glad he was the only one who got to see you like this. He kissed your cheek and pressed his palm on your clit, feeling your body jolt in pleasure as he moved his hand.

You turned your head towards him, your lips capturing his in a needy kiss. He swallowed all your whimpers and bit your bottom lip, loving the loud whine he caused. Your tongue slid inside his mouth, sloppy and rough and yet Bokuto wouldn’t have it any other way. He kissed you back matching your energy, his fingers curling inside of you.

“Fuck,” you whimpered, closing your eyes tightly. He took a look at you and couldn’t help but buck his hips against your ass. A thin coat of sweat covered your face, dazy eyes and swollen lip smeared in saliva as you looked at him.

“You close?” he silently mouthed, always avoiding to reveal his natural voice on camera. You nodded, biting your own lip and he pressed another kiss on your lips.

Bokuto removed his fingers from you but before you could complain, he started quickly rubbing your clit. You let out a small cry as you felt your orgasm rushing, paired with another feeling you adjudicated it to that being the first time you were on film. Your boyfriend tightened his hold on your waist as his index and middle fingers kept stimulating your clit in quick motions.

One look at Bokuto’s camera was all you needed to fall apart. Seeing his large, beefy arms holding you in place while his thighs were wide open behind you was more enticing than you had ever predicted. The way he touched you, so caring yet so dominant was the last drop for you to come hard. You cried out as you reached your orgasm, white light filling your sight as your body tensed.

“Fuck, that’s so hot— that’s so fucking hot— keep— fuck, baby—”

Bokuto’s hushed and needy whispers made you look at the screen once more, and you could see a clear liquid spraying from you. He kept flicking his fingers over your clit, making you gush again, your voice nothing but a mess of moans and choked-out cries. The more he moved his fingers, the more you kept on squirting, the new sensation making your head spin.

It took a couple of moments for your high to end, your hand wrapping around Bokuto’s wrist to get him to stop. He immediately did and went to stroke your thighs, leaving small kisses on your collarbone and shoulder. Leaning forward, he stretched his arm and took his phone, ending the recording and setting it on his nightstand.

“You’re so sexy, baby,” he said, his big hands all over your body as his raging boner kept pressing on your ass. “Didn’t know you could do that.”

“Mmm, you make me wanna do all sorts of new things, apparently,” you teased him, turning your head and kissing his cheek. “Want me to help you with that?” you ask, rubbing yourself against his cock.

Bokuto’s grin made your heart skip a bit and soon enough your back was against the mattress, his big arms caging you on the bed as he looked down at you hungrily.

“Thought you’d never ask.”

#bokuto x reader #bokuto smut #haikyuu x reader #hq x reader #haikyuu smut #hq smut #bokuto koutarou x reader #bokuto kotaro x reader #bokuto koutarou smut #bokuto kotaro smut #kinktober #kinktober 2021

[semisgroupie]

Day 29: Breeding with Ushijima Wakatoshi

Ushijima Wakatoshi x Fem. Reader

Word Count: 563 words

Warnings: breeding kink, creampie, unprotected sex, mating press, cervix kisses, mentions of oral sex (f! and m! receiving)

Synopsis: being a professional athlete that’s always surrounded by kids has its perks

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He was surrounded by children all the time. Whether it was through a PR promotion or because of fans he was always with them.

Being with them all the time meant that you often got to see how he interacted with them. Seeing how he would take them on his broad shoulders and run around to make them laugh struck something within you. You couldn’t help but think about how he would be with your own children.

Only if you knew he shared the same thoughts as you.

It’s a rare day off in his schedule and he plans to spend every second with you and in you.

In the morning he woke you up in his favorite way, with his head between your thighs and lapping at your cunt, still swollen from the prior night's events. Then he fucked you into the mattress. Then while he was making breakfast he bent you over the counter and fucked you full again. Then you personally thanked him for breakfast by sucking his dick while he was reading the morning paper.

The day was filled with multiple orgasms and endless rounds of fucking but still you were both insatiable. There was still that silent, hidden desire that you both shared.

Well that was until he was balls deep inside you and you cried out the words breed me.

Wakatoshi stopped mid stroke and looked down at you with wide eyes, debating whether it was just a figment of his imagination or you actually said it.

“Say it again.”

You furrowed your eyebrows trying to recall what you told him and once you did you bit your bottom lip, not wanting to see what his reaction would be.

“Come on, say it again and I’ll give you what you want. I’ll fill you with my cum and I’ll breed you.”

You chewed on your bottom lip for a few seconds longer then finally spoke, “please breed me Toshi.”

He let out a sigh of relief and lifted your legs to press your knees to your chest.

“I wanted to hear those words for so fucking long.”

He started thrusting into you with a newfound force, his thrusts were deeper and faster. He let out low mutters and promises of how he was going to breed you, to stuff you full to the brim with his cum. You had never seen this side to him before, never thought he had it. You thought with his busy schedule he wouldn’t want children but his actions proved otherwise and you were loving every second of it.

“With the amount of times I made you cum I know you’ll be bred properly and if not then I’ll do it again and again.”

He slid his hand down to rub your clit as he lifted your legs even higher, the tip of his cock kissed your cervix with each pump. His actions paired with his words had sent you straight into your orgasm, your pussy clamped around him tightly and he soon filled you with ropes of cum. Taking advantage of the way you clenched around him and milked his cock.

He let your legs relax and grabbed one of the couch pillows and tucked it under your hips, leaning down to kiss you once you were propped up properly.

“There we go, I’ll fill you up again very soon okay?”

Kinktober Taglist: @messofavs @thithesandofferings @violet-memento @slutawara​ @ruemensukuna @https-inarizaki @xo-lynx @megumitodoroki @angelashido​ @bigdaddyzawa​ @hq-girl-next-door ​ @loyal-to-my-dilf @imitski ​@starlessnyx​ @rosesandtoshi @bajisms @yamigooops @tirzamisu @misslovingpearl @omiikeii @usagikook @elektraeriseros (strike through means I can’t tag you)

#semisgroupie kinktober #kinktober 2021 #hq ushijima smut #ushijima smut #hq smut #haikyuu smut #tw breeding kink #tw unprotected sex

[p-antomime]

— i am extremely excited to finally be doing a kinktober event for the first time! i hope that i am up to the task of filling in all the dirty stuff and nasty thoughts that are coming from the minds of those who read my posts! please keep in mind that most of what is written during the month of october will be of dark content; and this masterlist will be filled in gradually during ALL OF october until the 31st with all the posts regarding my kinktober.

i hope everyone enjoys it and is as excited as i am <3

𖤐. notes: almost all the works I have written for kinktober are inspired by excerpts from I WANNA BE YOUR SLAVE by Måneskin, so be aware of that when you start reading each project

𖤐. — day one : 血.

𖤐. with sukuna ryomen, itadori yuuji. | inspired by: Strange Case of Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde — click here to read.

𖤐. with satoru gojo. | sh𝒊bar𝒊. — click here to read.

𖤐. — day two : 性.

𖤐. with osamu miya. | corrupt𝒊on k𝒊nk, m𝒊rror sex. — click here to read.

𖤐. — day three : 辜.

𖤐. with keigo takami. | somnoph𝒊l𝒊a. — click here to read.

𖤐. with okkotsu yūta. | step-cest. — click here to read.

𖤐. — day four : 血.

𖤐. with sanzu haruchiyo. | kn𝒊fe play, dub-con. — click here to read.

𖤐. — day five : 性.

𖤐. with katsuki bakugō. | vamp𝒊re, blood k𝒊nk. — click here to read.

𖤐. — day six : 辜.

𖤐. with hanma shuuji. | v𝒊rg𝒊n killer, dub-con. — click here to read.

𖤐. — day seven : 血.

𖤐. with getō suguru. | rel𝒊gious themes, priest. — click here to read.

𖤐. — day eight : 性.

𖤐. with shigaraki tomura. | mask k𝒊nk, dub-con. — click here to read.

𖤐. — day eleven : 辜.

𖤐. with ryōmen sukuna. | monster fucking, DP, breeding k𝒊nk. — click here to read.

𖤐. — day twelve : 血.

𖤐. with kozume kenma. | cam girl, virtual sex, guided masturbation. — click here to read.

𖤐. — day thirteen : 性.

𖤐. with fushiguro toji. | inspired by: Somebody's watching me; non-con, ser𝒊al k𝒊ller, breeding k𝒊nk. — click here to read.

𖤐. — day fourteen : 辜.

𖤐. with haitani rindou. | free-use, glory hole. — click here to read.

𖤐. — day fifteen : 血.

𖤐. with hybrid!bokuto koutaro. | knoott𝒊ng. — click here to read.

𖤐. — day eighteen : 性.

𖤐. with manjiro sano. | watersports. — click here to read.

𖤐. — day nineteen : 辜.

𖤐. with naoya zen'in. | free use. — click here to read.

𖤐. — day twenty : 血.

𖤐. with bunny!tamaki amajiki. | dub-con. — click here to read.

𖤐. — day twenty-one : 性.

𖤐. with nanami kento. | daddy k𝒊nk. — click here to read.

𖤐. — day twenty-two : 辜.

𖤐. with nahoya kawata. | fuck mach𝒊ne. — click here to read.

𖤐. — day twenty-five : 血.

𖤐. with step-bro!dabi. | dry hump𝒊ng. — click here to read.

𖤐. — day twenty-six : 性.

𖤐. with hajime kokonoi. | str𝒊pper. — click here to read.

𖤐. — day twenty-seven : 辜.

𖤐. with maki zen'in. | face sitting. — click here to read.

𖤐. — day twenty-eight : 血.

𖤐. with izana kurokawa. | medical play. — click here to read.

𖤐. — day twenty-nine : 性.

𖤐. with denki kaminari. | public sex. — click here to read.

𖤐. — day thirty-one : 辜.

𖤐. with mitsuya takashi. | cockwarming.

#jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen smut #jjk #bnha #bnha smut #mha #haikyuu smut #hq smut #kinktober 2021 #kiki kinktober #kinktober #tokyo revengers smut #tokyo rev smut #tokyo revengers #kintober list #، 𐀔 — m.list ᵎ

[shockinglysubmissive]

Kinktober Day 15: Somophilia

Day 15: Somophilia- Kenma x Fem!Reader

WARNINGS: Dom!Reader, Squirting

You found yourself growing bored of the tapping and muttering of your boyfriend as he stressed over his stocks.

“Kenma. Give it a rest. You have been working on them for hours. Sleeping for a little while won’t hurt anything. If anything, you will wake up and be able to focus even more.” You get his attention by throwing a small pillow at the back of his head. The pillow scares him, snapping him out of his focused state.

“I thought you fell asleep.” He mumbles, picking up the pillow and heading to sit next to you in bed.

“No. I can’t sleep. I haven’t gotten any good dick in days.” You complain, tossing your head back and batting your eyes at him.

“Didn’t you just tell me you want me to sleep? I don’t think you can have both.” He points out, poking your forehead. Your nose wrinkles as you think of a response. Suddenly, it clicks.

“You can sleep. And I can get to use your dick until I can’t cum anymore.” You push him to lay on his back, straddling his lap and tugging his sweatpants down.

"Hm? Kinky. You want to use my unconscious body to make yourself cum?" He doesn't push you off of him, letting you continue what you have planned. Your hands work his shaft slowly, coaxing more blood to flow to his growing member.

“Just close your eyes. Drift off to sleep. I will take good care of you.” You lean forward to let your lips brush his ear. The soft bedding underneath him, and your hand pulling soft moans from his lips, he finds it harder to stay awake.

Eyes focused on the slow rise and fall of his chest, you finally trust he has fallen asleep. Slipping your panties aside, you ease yourself down, letting your pussy swallow his long and slender cock.

All the pent up desire from not getting any stimulation for days finally flows to your core. Your hands rest on the sides of his head as you slowly lift yourself up and drop yourself down. It only takes a few bounces to have your slick dripping down to length.

Soft groans slip past his partially opened lips which push you to increase your pace. Your hips grind against his, stimulating your clit with every thrust.

Seeing the way his fully relaxed body still responds to the sensation of you pussy clenching around him reminds you how helpless he is under you. You have full control over the pleasure that you both feel and he can do nothing to stop you if he becomes sensitive.

You can’t help but wonder what he is dreaming about, if he is imagining the exact scene that is happening in the real world. Whatever it was, he was clearly enjoying it. You could feel the tell-tale sign that he was close, his balls tightening as he cock twitches deep inside you.

Feeling him cum doesn’t slow you down, instead it encourages you to move faster, chasing your own high as the sleeping male beneath you begins to stir. You move your hands to his chest, keeping a gentle hold on him to keep him from moving.

“A-ah. I…” His words slur as white hot pleasure courses through his entire body everytime you drop yourself fully onto him. Your fluttering walls milking his sensitive cock head, dragging every inch of him across the spongey spot inside you.

“Sh-shut up. Cumming… not going to stop.” You whimper, thighs burning from the speed you have picked up. Fluid gushes out of you and soaks his dick. Nails dig into his shirt, half pulling your body to continue spearing yourself on him, and half keeping you grounded and your orgasm overwhelms you.

“Stop… or… at least slow down. I can’t cum again.” Your boyfriend’s voice is nothing more than a groggy whine. His words fall on deaf ears. After squirting for him once, you can’t stop. You need to feel more.

One of your hands snakes to his mouth, pressing your ring and middle finger down on his tongue to pacify him. His lips close around your fingers, soothing his whimpers.

“I’m gonna cum again and again. You will cum as many times as it takes for me to finally be satisfied. So make things easier for yourself. Suck my fingers and enjoy the feeling as you go back to sleep.” You move closer to his face, showing him how serious you are. He nods slowly, tears brimming in his eyes.

Taking pity on the half asleep, slightly trembling man below you, your pace slows down to rock against him. You keep this new pace until you can see he is nearly unconscious again. Your free hand snakes down and cups his cum soaked balls.

Knowing how he cups them when he makes himself cum, you do the same, hoping it makes the orgasm in his dreams even better.

You can feel them tighten in your hand as more of his cum floods into you. The erotic sight of his sleeping for, sweaty and cum covered, partnered with the pulsing member inside you lets you know that you won’t be done cumming anytime soon.

#🌑.dark side #dead doves kinktober 2021 #hqintheclub #hq #hq smut #haikyuu #haikyuu smut #kenma #kenma smut #kenma x reader #kenma x reader smut

[kenzumekodma]

18+, minors & ageless blogs dni

pairing: atsumu miya x reader (established relationship), osamu miya x reader

wc: 1910

warnings: consensual cucking, praise kink, body worship, voyeurism, spit, edging, unprotected sex (don’t be silly, wrap your willy)

find the rest of my kinktober masterlist here!

“‘Samu? Really? Outta all the people in the whole entire world, you had a crush on my brother? Before me?” Atsumu clutches his heart in feigned hurt.

“‘Tsumu, babe, baby, love. Light. Of. My. Life. You’re being dramatic. I just met him first and he fed me,” you giggle.

“It’s his job to feed people!”

“And I’m easily swayed!” you counter. “Besides, you have the same face, anyways. I ended up liking yours a little better, didn’t I?” You reach for his cheeks, intent on planting a kiss on his soft, petulant lips.

“Yeah, yeah, so ya say,” he pouts. His face softens into a smile the more you pepper kisses on him.

“Uh oh,” you say as you see his expression turn mischievous. “What’s going on in that pretty head of yours now?”

“You said ya wouldn’t wanna do a sex tape, but…” he trails off.

“‘Tsumu…” you warn.

“Angel,” he teases, mimicking your tone. “I’m just sayin’, we could knock the ball over the net in two hits, if ya know what I mean.”

You quirk your eyebrow.

“Fuck my brother and let me watch,” he says.

And that’s how you wound up where you are, pulled into yourself to take up as little space as possible on the bed. Who were you to refuse when Atsumu had that glint in his eye? And, really, when you were quite possibly as curious about it as he was. Osamu, thankfully, didn’t need any convincing at all. You know you have nothing to be nervous about, but the nerves are there nonetheless.

“Doin’ alright, sweet pea?” Osamu asks you. You just nod. “What’s the matter, cat got yer tongue?” he asks, softer now. He moves to close the distance between you.

“Give her a minute, will ya? Let her adjust,” Atsumu mutters from his seat on the chair in the corner of the room. Osamu holds his hands up and sits on the edge of the bed a few feet away from you. You take a deep breath and relax your muscles.

“Alright, I’m ready.”

Osamu doesn’t need much more than that to snap into action. He crawls to where you sit at the headboard, caging you in between his arms.

“‘M gonna treat ya so well, promise. You’ve got nothin’ to worry about,” he murmurs. You nod slightly. Steeling your nerves, you close the gap between his lips and yours, letting yourself melt away into the moment. “That’s a good girl. ‘Tsumu said you wanted me first. Should’ve told me, sweet pea. Could’ve been all mine,” he teases, a throaty chuckle leaving him at the sound of Atsumu growling in the background.

Osamu trails kisses along your jaw, your neck, sucking a light mark at your collarbone. Strong arms wrap around your thighs as he pulls you down further on the bed, letting your head fall against the pillows. He trails his fingers in light patterns along the skin of your thighs. He’s wanted you since he first saw you, and been resigned to the knowledge that you belong to Atsumu for nearly as long. Fuck if he won’t take his sweet time, fuck if he won’t savour every delicious moment he’s allowed to have you underneath him.

He nips at your breast, a path of pink nibble marks and wet, open mouthed kisses forming on his way to your nipple. He takes the pebbled bud between his lips and alternates between swirling his tongue around it and flicking his tongue quickly against it. God, the sweet, small moans his actions elicit make the wait worth it, so fucking worth it.

As he moves to give your other breast the same treatment, his cock strains against his underwear. One of your hands comes to lightly grip his hair, the other reaching down between your bodies to pay attention to his arousal.

“Don’t think so. Let me take it all in while I can, yeah? You can do what ya want with me after, promise, just. Let me have this. Please,” he murmurs. He takes your wrist in his hand, gingerly pinning it to your side. He’s gentle with you. It’s strange, given how you tend to like Atsumu being rough with you, but the change is far from unwelcome.

His lips meander down you, kissing every inch of skin he can get to. Hills and valleys of plush skin, all his for a limited time only. He presses soft, slow kisses to your tummy, to your mound, and you think he might finally touch your poor, neglected cunt, throbbing already with arousal. The lack of attention he pays to it only makes it worse. He continues making his path down your outer thigh, up your inner thigh, and you think once again he’ll take mercy on you. He just pauses to bite and tease your thigh with small kisses and faint licks.

“O-Osamu, touch me, please,” you whimper.

“She always this impatient for you?” he asks Atsumu. “Or d’ya just not fuck her the way she deserves, huh? Look at that, her pretty little cunt’s fuckin’ drooling for me,” he smirks. “Haven’t even touched it yet.” He finishes his tour of kisses along your other thigh, back up to your hips. Holding your legs apart at your groin, he finally licks a long stripe up your cunt, groaning as he collects your essence on his tongue.

“Just as sweet as I thought you’d be... Fuck, ‘Tsumu, you don’t take yer time with her, do ya? Should try it sometime,” he says, lips barely pulled away from your pussy. His words vibrate through your skin, causing you to whine and squirm for him.

Osamu lifts his eyes to meet yours, his smirk half hidden from you by your body but you can feel it. Every quirk of his lips, every breath, his little chuckle at your eagerness. You feel it all go straight to your burning core. He pushes himself up enough to make sure you can see him as he lets a trail of spit leave his lips and land on your cunt. With three fingers rubbing your clit, he lowers his head again and snakes his tongue into your pussy.

It’s not long before he has you nearing your climax. You feel like he has you wrapped around his finger, but if you only knew he was at the mercy of your little mewls, of the way you buck your hips and twist under him, of getting to experience you.

“P-please-!” you cry out. As if on cue, Osamu draws back from you, leaving you hanging. He kisses your mound, intent on distracting you to make you calm down more quickly.

“‘S’okay, baby, I’ve gotcha. Yer doin’ so well for me, lettin’ me play with you,” he says to you. Atsumu grunts from across the room, catching your attention. You can’t tell if he’s painfully jealous or enjoying the sight, trying to pretend it’s his blonde hair between your thighs instead of his brother’s dark brown locks. But one thing’s for certain from a glance to the prominent bulge forming in his pants -- he’s turned on beyond belief.

Osamu crawls up the bed and kisses you. He swipes his tongue at your lower lip, silently begging for access, needing you to know just how good you taste for him. He hooks his elbow under your leg, hoisting it over his shoulder. He thinks to himself that he doesn’t need to wait until he’s dead to see heaven, he’s certain this is the sight that’ll greet him at the pearly gates. He slides his cock against your pussy once, twice, coating it in the mixture of your juices and his saliva. As he’s about to push the head in, Atsumu speaks up.

“Go slow, she’s tight and likes to bite off more than she can chew. And, and she squeezes the life outta ya if you rub her clit while you’re pushin’ in the first time.”

Osamu nods and does as his brother suggests. He’s thicker than Atsumu, not quite as long, and the prominent veins along his cock rub just right along your walls. You could swear you’re seeing stars and he’s barely done anything. A lazy smirk crosses his lips as your breathing becomes more ragged the more he eases into you. With a final inch to go, he turns to look at Atsumu over his shoulder, his smirk turning to an impish grin as he snaps his hips into yours.

The way Atsumu’s face reddens when he hears your moans and cries for more makes Osamu sure he’s gotten under his skin.

“Yer a shithead, y’know that,” Atsumu says to him.

“Your girlfriend doesn’t seem to think so,” he retorts. He eases himself onto his elbows, letting your one leg wrap around him as he has the other pressed to your chest. “Isn’t that right, sweet pea?”

All coherent thoughts, words, anything, they don’t exist to you anymore. All that exists is Osamu and your ever nearing orgasm. “Y-yes, p-please, anything, just let me, lemme-” you moan.

“Ah, ah. Want somethin’ from you first,” he tuts.

“Hm? G-gonna do anything, whatever you w-want, promise,” you babble.

“Want you to say my name,” he says, his voice a deep rumble next to your ear. “I want you to say my name when you make a pretty little mess on my cock. Can ya do that for me?” The question is more of a formality than anything. You nod frantically. Your moans get louder as he angles his hips, grinding his pelvis against you clit.

“‘S-sam-, ‘Samu please, please,” you beg.

“Go ahead. So pretty when you beg, aren’t ya?” he coos. His voice comes out strained, not at all hiding the fact that he’s about as close as you are.

“Oh, f-fuck, oh-! ‘Samu, I-!” you squeal, feeling yourself tighten around him as he pushes you right to the edge. With one more slow, deep, thrust, you’re freefalling off the cliff of your orgasm. “Osamu-!” you squeal.

“Waited so, fuckin’ long, to hear my name, from your pretty, fuckin’, lips,” he pants. “Thank you, y/n, s-such a good, good girl for me,” murmurs as he fucks you through your release. The coil pulling taut in his abdomen threatens to rip from him entirely and he knows, he knows, he should pull out. But what if…

“‘Samu I swear to fuckin’ hell if you’re thinking what I think yer thinking…” Atsumu’s voice is low and threatening, but nothing can deter Osamu at this point. He steals a glance at where your bodies are connected. Seeing how your soft pussy stretches to accommodate him, how you’ve left a ring of creamy white around the base of his cock, it sends a rush straight to his head. Seconds later, he’s groaning, his hot, white spurts painting your insides.

“Gorgeous, so fuckin’ gorgeous. Did so well for me,” Osamu says. You let out a little whine as he draws his cock from you. Atsumu sits on the edge of the bed next to you and brushes a stray piece of hair from your face.

“Looked so good gettin’ stuffed full. I’m proud of ya, angel,” he says.

“You’d better earn your keep after that, ‘Tsumu,” you tease, a fucked out smile ghosting your lips.

By the way his eyes darken and the smirk that makes its way across his face, you know you’re going to be sore in the morning.

#kinktober 2021 #👻.kinktober #osamu x reader #atsumu x reader #osamu miya x reader #atsumu miya x reader #osamu smut #osamu miya smut #tw infidelity #tw cucking #tw spit #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu smut #hq x reader #hq smut #haikyu x reader #haikyu smut #osamu x you #osamu miya x you

[wonderwomanfantasy]

kinktober day 26: Praise/ Degradation

Suga x reader

warnings: Edging, Dirty talk, smut, car sex

word count: 1,000 (About)

summary: Sugawara can be mean, but never for long, you're his baby after all.

Sugawara really could be mean when he wanted to. Don’t let that sweet front and bright smile fool you, he was a demon.

“Needy little whore aren’t you,” he spat pushing your panties to the side and roughly shoving his fingers inside of you, cursing when he felt how wet you were.

“Can’t wait ten fucking minutes huh? You just need daddy’s cock that bad huh?” his other hand was crapped over your mouth keeping any sound from escaping your lips. You were trapped in Daichi’s bathroom, it was supposed to be a fun reunion between the old team but Suga had to pull you away halfway through the party because you were too horny. It wasn’t your fault though, Suga put his hand on your thigh and squeezed, down. You knew what that meant, you couldn’t help but get turned on.

Two of his digits plunged deep inside of your cunt making you squirm. “All our friends are going to wonder where we are, then I’m going to have to tell them all that my little slut just needed her pussy stuffed. Maybe I should just fuck you downstairs, let everyone see what a desperate cock-hungry slut you are,” he snapped. You couldn’t help it, your cunt throbbed at the idea. Part of you wanted Suga to fuck you in front of all of your high school friends.

Suga was almost lifting you off your feet with how hard he was ramming his fingers inside of you. You tried to say his name, moan out for more, but his hand was still clamped around your mouth and when your lips parted he shoved his fingers in your mouth.

“Fuck baby you’re gushing, look how your little cunny is just weeping for me,” he moaned, he uncovered your mouth and unzipped his pants. Tugging out his cock. He turned you around so you were facing him, and he kissed you. His tongue slipped into your mouth moaning, as he pumped his fingers inside of you with one hand and stroked his cock with the other. He pushed inside of you, burying his cock as deep as it would go. Then came the switch

“Good girl, good girl,” he moaned, as he slowly began thrusting inside of you. A wet clicking echoed in the bathroom when your hips connected. Koshi talked a big game before you got started, but he always melted quickly.

“I love you,” you whispered holding his face in both of your hands.

“Love you too, love my baby,” he panted. “My good girl is always ready to take me,” he moaned.

“Ah Koshi,” you whispered, doing your best to keep quiet and failing.

“Shh baby girl, keep it down or we’ll draw attention, And I’m the only one who gets to see you like this and hears those pretty moans you make,” he whispered against your neck, in between his moans. He laughed to himself. “I’ll just have to gag you with my kisses,” he teased. Cupping your face and kissing you passionately, slipping his tongue into your mouth. He hooked his arm under your knee hiking your leg up and pushing you down further onto the bathroom counter.

“Oh fuck Koshi-” you moaned, your eyes rolling back into your skull.

“Are you going to cum baby?” he asked.

“Yes-” something wicked flashed in your boyfriend’s eyes.

“Hold it for me, baby, edge yourself on my cock,” he said.

“No- Koshi I can’t,” you whined he wrapped his hand wrapped around your throat.

“Yes, you can I know you can baby girl, and I’ll reward you,” he promised

“O-Okay Koshi,” you whispered, you’d hold out for him, or at least you’d try. Sugawara however, placed no restrictions on himself.

“I’m going to cum in your sweet little cunt and you’re going to hold it in your panties for the rest of the night okay?” he panted against your neck.

“You’ll be my good girl and hold it won’t you?” you nodded erratically, you’d agree to practically anything at this moment.

“Yeah you will, you stupid whore you’re desperate for my cum aren’t you?” he snapped. Suga bit back a moan as he came inside of you. You whimpered pathetically as he stopped moving. You were so close, if he just moved a little more you’d reach your orgasm.

Suga pulled your panties to the side trapping his cum inside of you. “Good girl,” he sighed.

“Now let’s get out of here,” he tugged you out of the bathroom and made his escape, everyone seemed to believe the story that you weren’t feeling well and your loving boyfriend had to take you home.

Suga’s knuckles were white as he gripped the steering wheel. “Finger yourself,” he ordered not taking his eyes off the road, you shifted uncomfortably, spreading your legs, and slid your fingers over your damp underwear. You pushed his cum deeper inside of you with your fingers, you blushed as you felt the mess inside of you.

“Does it feel good, having my cum inside of you?”

“Y-yes, I like feeling full of your cum,” you whimpered, there was a loud squelching noise as you hit a particularly wet spot. Suga cursed.

“You’re such a good whore, I’m going to make you cum so hard when we get home princess,” he promised. He shifted uncomfortably in his seat, he was speeding just a little bit, in a rush to get home. You could see his hard cock straining in his pants, he has turned on again probably just as desperate as you were to finish.

He pulled off to the side of the road jerking you suddenly. “Fuck it,” he snapped, throwing the car into park and shitting it off, “I need you now,”

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[pennylanewrites]

kinktober // october 11th // hinata shoyo

mutual masturbation

pairing: hinata shoyo x afab!reader

word count: 0.9k

cw + tags: MINORS DNI weed, masturbation, casual nudity, brief handjob and fingering at the end, heavily implied infidelity

kinktober masterlist // hq masterlist

the room was spinning and your vision was blurry when you got up from the floor to sit on the couch. you draped your legs over your friend’s lap and layed down on the couch.

his fingers drawing shapes on your calf made your skin feel like it was burning. it became even worse when he moved up to the inside of your thigh.

“i’m horny as fuck.” the ginger blurted out.

you snorted, kicking his thigh with your leg.

“call your girlfriend then.”

“shut up. i’m horny now.”

“jerk off then.” you shrugged, yawning and shifting on the couch to get more comfortable. shoyo looked down at your figure, his breath hitching when he saw your shirt rise up.

“take your shirt off.”

“hah! why?”

“i need inspiration.” he unbuckled his belt, and your giggles were cut short when you spotted the tent in his boxers.

“that’s a fat cock.” you blurted out and quickly took your shirt off, laying back on the couch. shoyo’s bloodshot eyes fixated on your nipples as he situated himself on the other side of the couch, spreading his legs wide.

you watched intently as he rubbed himself over his boxers, gasping when he pulled them down to get his cock out. his thumb grazed over the red tip, pre-cum running down the side and accentuating a popping vein.

“come on, help me out here. take those shorts off.” he looked down to your spread legs, making you turn red. you lifted your hips up, shimmying out of the jean shorts and kicking them off along with your panties. in the meanwhile, shoyo had already thrown his shirt off, showing off his tanned and freckled skin.

“fuck,” he breathed out when you brought a finger down to your clit, then another to spread your lips, “you’re so wet.” he whispered.

you hummed, starting to rub over your clit slowly, throwing your head back at the sensation.

“look at me, please.” he grunted and you did. you watched as he pumped his cock fast, his other hand moving down to his balls to massage them.

when you felt you were close to coming, you stopped, dipping a finger into your sopping cunt and pumping it slowly. both you and shoyo moaned and whined out about how good it felt, the effects of the weed kicking in fast.

“f-fuuuu- why haven’t we done this before?” he breathed out.

“y-you know -ah, shit- why!” you winced when your finger hit that sweet spot, making you squirm.

“i’m gonna come, fuck, can i come on you, please, wanna feel that pretty body under me.” shoyo babbled as he shifted towards you, spreading one of your legs over the back of the couch, and holding onto the other.

“let me, let me help.” you took your fingers out of your cunt and wrapped them around the tip of his cock, bringing them down in fast pumps. none of you broke eye contact, not even as you moaned out his name when his fingers replaced yours inside of you.

“you’re so hot, fuck, fuck, fuck, i’m coming!” shoyo moaned and picked up the pace of his fingers, giving you a smirk when he felt you clench around him when your orgasm washed through your whole body.

“come for me, shoyo-ah, fuck!” you didn’t stop pumping him even as he shot out ropes of his sticky release, painting your stomach and tits white.

“i’m still horny.”

“shoyo!”

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[angelatsumu]

defiance. (i.hajime)

in which hajime has had enough of his pretty one being down on themself

this is the day 29 of the love club's kinktober collab <3 i hope you all enjoy

warnings: 18+ only, spanking, fingering (f!receiving), pretty sure this is gn!nicknames and pronouns but also fem!bodied, premature orgasm (m!), dom!iwa (i wouldn't call it soft or hard just...dom)

it started with small comments about your forgetfulness. you'd let a little deprecation slip when you forgot to fold the laundry or mindlessly left your wallet at home. hajime would say kind things to remind you of how highly he thought of you, but he never got too preachy, understanding you didn't truly mean the things you said. then you started to say them more often with less humor in your voice, and that was nearly the end of it for him. a little "ugh, i'm so stupid" or "wow, i hate myself," went a long way for haji and once again he would politely scold you and remind you of how much you meant to him.

finally, he broke. he could take the joking self deprecation or the sly remarks about your own forgetful mannerisms or seemingly thoughtless behavior, sure. what was impermissible, as he'd told you a thousand times, was true self-hatred that reared its head in comments about your appearance. "what did you just say?" he's crowding you in an instant, gripping your wrist and dragging you along until he had you splayed over his lap, bottoms and panties around your ankles.

he started, as he always did when you were disobedient, with merciless spanking. your lover was a strong-willed man, and despite how disheartened he felt whenever he was the cause of your whimpering and tears, he refused to back down when it came to straightening your behavior. his hand came down with a loud crack, and you lurched forward, soft whimpers leaving your lips as you writhed beneath him. you knew better than to squirm too much, haji never minding delivering a blow that happened to be off-center. without giving you time to reset, his hand struck you again and landed on your thigh thanks to your incessant squirming and whining. "be still, crybaby-" he grunted, smacking your rear-end once more. you huffed, settling into his lap once more and resolving to take the punishment like the good baby you claimed to be.

haji pauses his assault on your steadily reddening bottom, grinning down at you for your attempts to remain as still as you possible could. "tell me, pretty. what did daddy say about being mean to yourself, hm?" you rub your thighs together, whimpering as he rakes his hands through your hair, a seemingly loving gesture. his smirk never leaves when he grips the roots of your hair, tugging to arch your back up and tilt your face to look him in the eyes. "daddy asked you a question, sweet baby," his words are like honeyed arsenic, and your cheeks tint at the feel of his cock hardening beneath you. "i-i am your baby and i should treat myself as such," you whisper meekly, eyes never leaving his. his eyes soften at the sweetness of your voice, and he releases your hair. your body gets no chance at recovery before his hand collides with your raw ass once more. you attempt to resist the urge to lurch forward once more, staying relatively still and he praises your effort with a gentle caress to your rear-end. "wanna-" he silences you with another smack to your behind, and your fists squeeze tightly to avoid moving once more. "you get nothing because you were mean to my baby," he chuckles, squeezing your right cheek before smacking it once more. you sniffle, tears starting to flow as you feel hajime snake a hand between your slick folds. he groans to himself, taunting you for being turned on from your discipline.

he's gentle at first, slipping two fingers into your tight cunny and gently thrusting them in and out. "be still or you're done. " you nod your head softly, body tensing as he begins to move his fingers at a rougher pace, calloused pads brushing against that sensitive spot within you repeatedly. you're clenching around him, whimpers and mewls leaving your parted lips as he places a hand on the small of your back to still you as he continues his harsh pace. you're seeing stars, begging for him to touch your clit and give you that relief your cunny ached for. you're embarrased at the lewd squelching filling the room as his fingers drill you, slick coating his entire hand as he curls his thumb beneath his working fingers to circle your throbbing clit. fuck, he's gonna cum. he's certain it's the lewdness of how you look in tandem with the power he has over your precious cunny that has him fighting against the desire to cream his pants, but he's even more certain that the moment you cum he'll have no fight left. you're so pretty, so goddamn pretty like this. he tells you it continuously, reminding you that punishment does not mean you're a bad baby. you're crying with the sizzling of your nerves, the stimulation of his hand on your heat combined with the praising words—no, comforting words—had you clenching and cumming around the boy's slender digits, tongue lolling out as you felt him rut into your abdomen, pants leaving his mouth as his fingers continued pistoning into you until you thrashed once more, begging him to pull away.

hajime removes his fingers from your cunt, shoving them into your mouth with a boyish chuckle. he moves you to sit in his lap, placing gentle kisses along your neckline as he pants softly into your ear, coming down from his own high. "wanna take care of you," you whine, running your fingers through his hair. he grins against the softness of your neck, "baby, you already did" .

#iwaizumi smut #hq smut #haikyu x reader #the love club's kinktober 2021 #kinktober #pup's thots #iwaizumi hajime smut #haikyu smut #hq headcannons #hq blurbs #hq drabbles #iwaizumi drabble #timeskip!haikyu #haikyu drabbles #haikyu thirsts #dom!iwaizumi #hq thirsts #iwaizumi thirsts

[musings-and-moans]

i can't help it i want you

submission for: @cirigiri 's The DILF List Collab (DILF #17 — iwaizumi hajime — the friend’s husband) (basically parts 1 and 2 were to be one post but I divided them into two and thus submitting both ^_^), late Father's Day post, DILF Appreciation Day, AND for iwaizumi's birthday on the 10th of june {and yes, part 2 is here <3 check out part 1 here and part 3 will be posted during kinktober :') }

features: friend's husband!dilf!hajime iwaizumi x mrs. oikawa!f!reader (afab!reader, uses she/her pronouns) (both of them are separated) | song: you right - doja cat ft. the weeknd | wc: 3500 | part 1 | part 3

summary: After Hajime Iwaizumi and you separated from your respective partners because of them having an affair with each other, you two had gotten closer and were helping each other recover. Then, one night caused the both of you to almost kiss, and you two realized that you wanted each other instead. As Hajime comes to your apartment with the intention of talking the feelings out of you, your bodies, however, wanted to communicate in a different way.

beta readers: @mrskenmakozume (ilysm &lt;333) | networks: @tokyometronetwork @hanayanetwork

content warnings: hq timeskip spoilers (not much 'cause everything's mentioned in part 1, but surely iwa's aged up), mentions of consumption of alcohol, dubcon ('cause it's drunk sex), both iwa and reader have been separated from their partners but not divorced yet, so technically, infidelity?, use of sex toy (vibrator), dry humping, pussyjob, cowgirl, cervix fucking (if you squint), oral sex(m! and f! receiving, but not 69), facefucking, deepthroating, praise kink (maybe?), edging, orgasm denial, mating press, doggystyle, squirting, i love you is said during sex, creampie, iwa being a masseuse as the end &lt;;33 please lmk if i've missed any tags

a/n: it took me almost a couple whole nights but i finally wrote it. thank you so so much for your support for part 1 and i hope you're excited to read this part &lt;;33 also, likes, reblogs and comments, especially reblogs are appreciated <3

9th June, 2021. 11:30pm

You realized that Hajime’s birthday was coming soon, and no sooner did you think about him than you were immediately reminded of the moment you two had shared when you two almost kissed each other, causing your cheeks to fluster. You’d wanted him for so long but never got to act on the feelings, but that day, when your lips were about to meet, you realized that you haven’t had sex in so long. Your marriage with Oikawa had fallen apart at its seams, and while you had been thinking of getting back to him for your daughter’s sake, that moment with Hajime made you realize that you’d rather have the athletic trainer more than the setter.

Around the same time, in another corner of Tokyo, Hajime couldn’t sleep, tossing and turning with guilt gripping him because he was also thinking about the other night where you two were about to kiss each other. He had thought of the college days for a moment, especially when he first met you and winked at you when he noticed you staring at his shorts, and his heart started thumping as he thought of you. He sat and thought to himself of the time he told you that he was in love with your best friend, Serena Mendoza. It was now that he understood the way your face twitched, the way your expressions suddenly changed from a cheerful smile to that of a frown.

It was now that he understood why he was the one who called you more often, whereas the number of calls from your end dwindled. It wasn’t because you were not considering him a friend, it was because he was more than a friend to you, and because you couldn’t have him, you chose to keep your guard up. He thus realized that you were wanting him all along, and it was during this time that he realized that he had to be with you. So he ran to his Mustang, started the car, and drove to your apartment.

Having then downed a few glasses of wine, and craving to be intimate with him, you put your lacy lingerie under Hajime’s volleyball jersey that was oversized for you, but you loved it anyway. As you were admiring yourself in the mirror with the jersey, your mind then drifted to the time you tried on his jersey and told him that you were keeping it, and he scoffs and replies, “you can keep it, I have extras anyway,” much to your delight. What you didn’t know, however, was that he was also muttering under his breath how you were looking even more beautiful than Serena with his jersey on. As you then admired yourself in the bedroom mirror, you then hopped onto the bed, opened your bedside drawer to find your vibrator, turned it on, placed it over your clit, and felt the vibrations run through you. Initially you moved the tip of the toy slowly up your entrance before you let it enter you, then you increased the speed. 

Upon reaching your apartment, he immediately took half a dozen beer bottles from the cooler in the trunk, opened two of them, and chugged them immediately. He was unaware as to why he was doing this, but something told him that he was scared of meeting you sober. At the same time, it had been a couple of minutes where you were fondling yourself, bursting out in a series of moans when you heard a knock at your door. As you awoke for a brief moment and wondered what was happening, you kept the vibrator on your bedside table. You ran to the door, opening it with your eyes wide and shocked at who was there. The former ace, who was wearing a teal t-shirt and grey sweatpants, mumbled in a slurred voice, picking you up as he wrapped your legs around his waist. He then took your cheeks to bring you closer and began kissing you.

10th June 2021. Midnight

As you two cupped each other's cheeks, and raked nails through each other's hair, you were acquainting yourself with the taste of each other’s lips, having been touch-starved for too long. While according to you, his lips felt warm and caramelly, just like the beer he had, to him, your lips were cool and sweet like Merlot. You walked backwards as he walked forward; you were lost in each other, as he hurriedly locked the door behind you with one hand without wasting a moment. Both of you then dashed toward the living room and he placed you gently on the couch before coming on top of you, kissing hard. You both sucked on each other's bottom lip, swirling your tongue around his and vice versa, to gain control until he stopped you, purred out your name, and nuzzled into your chest.

Sensing that he's been feeling dizzy, you got off the couch, picked Hajime by his arm and took him to your bed to let him rest. As you were turning away, he quickly grabbed your wrist and pulled you towards him, sliding his hand under your shirt and groping you. You wanted to swat his hand away, but as his hand cupped one of your clothed mounds, fondling it while fiddling with the lacy material of the brassiere, you not only liked the fact that his slightest touch caressed your skin, but were craving for more. So you silently unhooked your bra, took off the straps, and pulled the bra from under your shirt, discarding it; this caused you to feel his callous fingers playing with your nipples. You bit back your moans and turned them into whimpers as you climbed atop him, aligning your clothed cunt with his bulge and grinding along it. 

You noticed the silent whimpers that came out of his mouth as he moaned “oh baby” in the air, your eyes rolling back in response. How often had you been thinking of him, you thought to yourself, it’d probably been a while since thoughts of him had died down, but you had especially been thinking of him ever since the separation. Regardless of the chaos surrounding you, it was at this very moment that it became apparent to you: nothing mattered anymore but Hajime Iwaizumi. You wanted him in every way possible, and especially, inside you. 

As you kept on grinding, you felt your wetness pool inside your panties, as both of your moans were echoing in the room. So, you put his hands away and took off your panties, with only the oversized shirt still on you, and you quickly peeled his track pants and boxers off him, his cock springing free on his abdomen hard. Then you climbed on top of him and grinded your cunt against his length, with your wetness serving as lube, causing him to open his eyes and look at you lustfully. He then whispered softly, enough for you to hear, “For how long have you been wanting me, (y/n)?” You leaned forward with your stomachs touching each other and muttered, “Ever since I first met you, Hajime. I want you more. I don’t want him. I want you, I always did. I can’t help it.”

As he rasped into your ear, “Oh baby-” he picked you up from your hips, aligned his cock with your entrance and slammed into you. Your eyes rolled back as you finally had him in you, moaning his name out as you grind against him. He hugged you, bringing you forward, and you two enveloped in another steamy, sloppy kiss. He then started thrusting his cock into you, causing you to release yourself from the kiss and lose all sense of inhibition as he smacked your ass, encouraging you to bounce on his length hard. Both your cries echo in the room as the sound of your skin slapped alongside his girthy cock, eventually bottoming out and reaching your cervix, making your sensitive cunt twitch as you feel chills rushing down your spine.

As he hugged you again and sucked on your nipples while thrusting into you, you started seeing stars. You thought of nothing else except for the number of times you wanted him to be rough to you, because you wanted to make up for the lost time between the both of you. Suddenly, one of his thrusts jolted you so hard that you were overstimulating. He brought your ear closer to you as he whispered, “cum for me, precious,” causing the coil in you to snap. Your essence started to drool down his length, and you’re immensely cockdrunk. As you slowed your pace and eventually stopped bouncing on him, you peeled yourself off of him, and then he spoke to you in a dominant tone: “On your knees, baby.” A switch turned on in your brain as you’re nodding and was about to get out of the bed when he lifted you up by your legs and carried you till he placed you on your knees. 

You were now able to see his cock in its full glory. It was really girthy with the prominent vein on display and you’d imagined it to fill you up so well that you were already feeling empty inside. The tip looked pretty too, and as your lips wrapped around the head of his dick, touching nothing else, your tongue started swirling around slowly, getting a taste of his pre-cum. “Baby,” you cried out to him as he tilted his head in your direction and his gaze fixated on you. While maintaining eye contact, your mouth slid all the way down to the base of his dick. You sucked it hard, enough for him to feel like you’re pulling the cum out of him.

Hajime opened his mouth wide and his eyes rolled back as he closed his eyelids, giddy with pleasure. Pushing against his firm length, you began moving your lips up and down, back and forth. “Ngh, this feels so good," he whimpered, “but I’m about to make it better.” With a confused look on your face, he brought his hand and combed his fingers through your hair before fisting your locks and roughly bucking his hips into your mouth, ripping a loud moan from you with your gaze locked onto his. Hajime was so in awe of how you were taking him in his mouth, muttering, “oh baby, you take me in so good, I want you to be my good cocksleeve, only mine.”

His lips gaped open, his chest heaving, and his eyelids rolled back as he closed his eyes, his face flushed with delight. You continued to bob your head up and down as he pushed the tip of his cock first into your mouth, urging you to open your mouth wide, then he pushed it all the way to the back of your throat. Then, he slipped in further, with his head tilting back and him groaning as his length bottomed out inside your throat. He slowly pulled almost the way out and swiftly buried the entirety of his dick back down your throat over and over again. His lips tugged between his teeth and tilted his head backward for a split second, only to meet your lustful gaze again. He was in awe of how well you were deepthroating him… you really wanted this, and it was visible.

As he began increasing his tempo, his cock sliding in and out of your throat, you left out a couple of wanton moans that turned pornographic when one of your hands immediately snaked down to your clit, two of its fingers harshly rubbing them in time with his thrusts. You continued to bob your head in time with his brutal pace, sounds of gagging and blubbering mixing in with your moans, and your own eyes fluttered shut.  He breathed, “(Y/N),” writhing into your mouth, his hands gripping your hair hard to keep your head to stay steady. He also noticed your other hand caressing his balls. He groaned, “baby, don’t cum right now, because as much as you’re taking me so well, I want you to cum on my cock.” As you nodded with a moaning response, he felt a buzz in his pockets. Hajime took one of his hands off your hair and fished his phone from his pocket, before seeing Mattsun’s contact name and number on the screen, calling him. With a sly smile, he said, “I’m going to be talking over the phone now, so don’t make any noise, or else,” causing you to hurriedly nod at him with a soft moan. 

“Hi Mattsun, tell me,” Hajime responded, to which Mattsun and Makki shouted, enough for you to hear through the phone, “Happy birthday Iwaizumi!” He responded with a chuckle and thanked the both of them while he kept on fucking your face, bobbing your head up and down like he was fucking your cunt. Suddenly, in the midst of his conversation, your eyes rolled back and your clit twitched as the coil that ended up building inside you yet again snapped and you let out a soft pornographic moan. He looked down at you, and told both of his childhood friends, “Mattsun, Makki, I’ve got to hang up. Someone has to be taught a lesson.” Both of you were met with “ooohs” and “aaaahs” as he hung up the phone and threw it on to the bed, before he carried you by your waist and placed you on all fours in front of the mirror that was next to the window. You felt a sharp sting on your derriere as his palm met the skin with a couple of smacks.  Groaning, “Why are you being so disobedient, huh?” he gripped your ass tight with his hands, bringing your overstimulated pussy closer to his mouth, and licked a single wet stripe from bottom to top before sucking on to your folds, with his tongue later thrusting into your core.

“Daddy, please let me cum, please, I’ll be a good girl, just please–” you couldn’t speak anymore as your hand fisted the sheets and the sounds of your moans kept on echoing across the room, with him slurping you and his hand reaching out for your clit, harshly rubbing it with two of his fingers. He stopped devouring you, his face wet with your arousal covering his nose, mouth and chin, and curtly instructed you, “look at yourself in the mirror while I keep eating you out. Also, get the vibrator for me.” As he loosened his grip on you while going back to eating you out, you laid flat on the bed and reached out for the vibrator. As you got the toy in your fingertips, he placed you in such a way that your chest was pressed against the mattress and your ass was up in the air, while still eating you out and your body facing the mirror in front of you. At this point, you couldn’t take it anymore, and your eyes rolled back as you tried clenching your thighs, but he kept them far apart. He’d left you at his mercy as it is by refusing to let you cum, but by accidentally cumming for the second time, he was not letting you go until essentially, your essence spurted out of you.

“I’m going to enter inside you now, baby. Don’t lose eye contact with me or I’ll stop. I’m gonna celebrate my birthday by going rough with you, okay? Happy birthday to me,” he rasped as he pounded himself into you with an animalistic pace, harshly grabbing your hips. The way the bed creaked with both of your movements was a testament to how well he was rocking your body. 

As he kept thrusting into you, he grabbed the vibrator from the bed with one hand with the other still on your ass and turned it on, placing its tip on your clit. The only thoughts in your mind were how Hajime's dick filled you up completely and stretched the walls of your pussy well, along with the vibrations from the toy, how all of it was driving you into a frenzy. Your core kept squelching and your broken moans were reverberating in his ears as if he was in a lustful daze. “Ha-Ha-Happy birthday baby,” you stuttered in between your moans while trying to maintain eye contact with him through the mirror, “it feels so good, please don’t stop.”

While his one hand was using the vibrator on you, his other hand left your hip to grip your head and pull your body to him, causing you to feel him even deeper, his balls hitting your folds as he went faster. Your sensitive spots were marked by his lips as they brushed against your neck. The coil in you built up again to a point where you couldn’t take it anymore, your voice becoming hoarse as you’d seemed to have moaned aloud a lot for the night. Sensing as you were about to lose control of your orgasm, he then whispered into your ear, “it’s okay, baby. I’ve got you, cum for me.” With one final thrust as the tip of his cock hit your cervix, you eventually started squirting, a clear fluid coming out of you, your body trembling and shuddering from the intensity of the sex. He grabbed hold of you and softly whispered, “You did so well for me, baby. But, we’re not done yet.”

He then placed you back on the mattress, face up, with your fucked-out face on display, having cummed twice and squirted once, and seemed to be unable to take anymore. However, it was all far from over, as he instructed you to fold your legs and he pushed your thighs closer to your chest with his hands, asking you to hold your legs by your knees, leaving your cunt vulnerable and open. He aligned the tip of his cock with your entrance and, intertwining both his fingers with yours, rammed his whole length into you in one go, bottoming himself out and reaching your g-spot, causing you to let out a shrill moan as he smiles at you, while eventually increasing his pace and strength as he thrust into you. He leaned forward as he kept on rutting into you, stuffing his cock deeper into your now very sensitive cunt, and his lips brushed against yours, enveloping in a sloppy kiss with your tongues swirling around each other. He released himself from the kiss, totally dazed and pussydrunk, and whispered into your ear, “I love you, baby.” 

For a moment, you sobered up, as you realized that in addition to being cockdrunk, you finally heard what you’ve been needing to hear from him. You then moaned out your response, “Haji, I–I love you too, I always have,” as he kept on rutting into you, now with his eyes open, realizing that you two just confessed your feelings while being in a lustful daze. You two kept going at it as he whispered into your ear, “Baby, don’t you think this is a good chance for our kids to have another sibling? Wouldn’t that be nice?” You couldn’t respond because all you kept doing was moaning, but the thought of having his baby suddenly turned you on more, so you whimpered and responded, “Yes, daddy, please fill me up. Want you to fill me up,” causing him to rut into you harder, and he whispered again, “I’m gonna cum inside you, baby, and make you a mom again.” This caused you to nod and moan out his name until a couple of sloppy thrusts later, you let out one sharp scream. With one final thrust, the inner walls of your pussy clenched around his cock, milking him dry as he unloaded all his seed into you, still thrusting slowly to make sure all of it stayed inside you.

10th June 2021. 2:30am

He pulled out and noticed the product of your love oozing out of your pretty little cunt, and smiled. Once he released your thighs, he massaged them with his fingers, pressing every finger onto the pressure points, causing you to feel great relief. Afterwards, he crawled to the other side of the bed and cupped your cheek with one hand, bringing your face closer and kissing you on your lips. As he pulled out of the kiss, he softly spoke, “I meant every word of what I told you, baby. I love you.” You caressed his cheek and softly replied, “so did I Hajime. I–” you were interrupted by a ping on your phone. As you reached out for it on your bedside table, both your eyes widened in shock as you see the message flashed on the phone screen and your mouth gaped wide at the sender’s name:

Tooru Oikawa: We need to talk. About you and Iwa-chan. We know.

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[sofiakistein]

october 12 - size difference

↳ 𝖕𝖆𝖎𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌: bokuto koutaro x fem! reader

↳ ⚠️𝖙𝖜: praise, light dacryphilia, vaginal sex, unprotected sex. All characters are 18+ here.

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↳𝖆/𝖓: I know it´s october 13 but since I´m moving from my country it was difficult for me to updade, sorry

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It is not a secret that sportsmen have well-worked bodies, the constant training making their muscles tone and their stamina rise. Of course, Bokuto was not an exception.

His big and callous hands -thanks to years of playing volleyball- and his broad back made you look tiny next to him, that is why he liked the feeling of being inside you since the size difference was obvious.

He loved how easily his big cock would slide and slip up your tight pussy at the same time moans and pants escaped your mouth, trying to adjust to his size. Carefully, his hands locked on your waist in an attempt for both of you to be easier. Once he was inside you, he waited a couple of seconds before starting to rock his body, always with his eyes looking on the bump of your tummy where his dick shows.

"Do ya' feel it here, little girl?" he asked, one of his hands traveled to your tummy and touched the bulge inside your skin. "Can ya' feel how deep inside I am?" his eyes met your teary ones, you nodded quickly. "C'mon, use yer words."

"Kou..." you moaned, you already were so messy, and it was difficult for you to speak clearly. "You are... so.... big-"

"I know," he leaned over you and started kissing your neck while his hands found your breasts. "But you are my good little girl, don't ya'? and I know you can take it."

The way the rough skin on his fingers caresses your nipples made the pleasure feel overwhelming. You sunk your nails on his back trying to calm down and keep it easy, but your little hands slipped making you slide under him.

It was perfect how with only one arm, he could lift both your legs and put them on his shoulders so he could thrust deeper, and his thumb would do circular moves on your swollen clit causing the feeling to be too much for you. Each time he made sure to hit that sweet spot inside of you that had you seeing a whole constellation.

He gave you wet and sloppy kisses on your calf while keeping the pace. At one point, you felt like maybe he was going to break your rib cage, but the electric feeling of your orgasm coming made you came back to reality, screaming and moaning his name like a mantra.

His hips hit yours with so much passion that you were thankful he was fucking you.

"KOUTARO!" your pussy clenching around his dick and releasing all your juices drove him crazy. Not much after you reached your climax, he reached his, covering your walls with white milk.

He left your insides when both of you were done cumming, and you clenched around nothing missing his length.

"Hey, baby girl, look at me," he leaned over you, and with his hands cleaned a couple of tears leaving your eyes. "you did it great, I'm so proud of you."

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[cafedanslanuit]

- ̗̀ i heard from a friend of a friend that dick was a ten out of ten ̖́-

day ten strangers ft. miya osamu [haikyuu!!]

☄  tags/warnings: +18, afab + she/her reader, stranger sex, protected sex, semi-public, begging, pet names, fingering (f receiving), big dick osamu ofc, against the wall, riding, mentions of cheating and alcohol, p with plot

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☄  a/n: am i... an osamu fucker? apparently!

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“Wait, I know that guy.”

You turned your head, not really interested in who your friend was talking about— until you saw him. Broad shoulders in a white t-shirt were the first thing you noticed about the man your friend was talking about. A baseball cap on his head and worn-out jeans didn’t really get anyone’s attention. To be fair, you hadn’t even noticed him before your friend discreetly pointed at him.

“He’s my roommate’s boyfriend— well, ex-boyfriend,” your friend snorted. “After the shit she pulled this morning…”

“What happened?” you asked.

“I found her crying after my morning class. Our dorm was a mess and she was walking in circles, sobbing because he wouldn’t take her calls. Apparently, he came over and found her in bed with another guy,” she grimaced. “Tried to comfort her and shit, but she really lost a good one. I mean, he’s really, really cute. And once she told me he had a big d—”

Loud laughter erupted from your table as one of your other friends smacked her on the shoulders.

“Hey, that’s what she said, not me! I only met the guy a few times when he came over. He was very kind and— you know what? Fuck her, why is he the one alone at a bar right now? No, that changes now.”

You watched your friend as she stood up and walked to the man. They exchanged a few words and your friend pointed at the table you and the rest of your group were at. He initially shook his head but the moment your friend stood up, you knew he was done for— your friend was known for being relentless.

Just as you thought, a few moments later the guy was walking towards your group following your friend. He pulled a chair from another table and sat beside you, a strained but gentle smile on his face as everyone greeted him.

“Girls, this is my friend, Osamu. He has this really cool restaurant downtown. I think it was, uh… Onigiri Miya? Is that right?” she asked as she turned her head and looked at Osamu for confirmation, to which he nodded.

“Oh, I know that place!” you said. “I was there a couple of weeks ago. The vibes were really good and the food was too.”

Your words made Osamu’s grin relax.

“Well, thanks,” he said, his brown eyes setting on yours. “Always nice to hear good comments about your job.”

“I mean it. I even got some dumplings to go and finished the whole box in one night,” you chuckled.

Embarrassment hit you right after the words left your mouth. However, before you could say anything more, Osamu let out a loud laugh, showing his perfect white teeth and damn— he really was handsome.

“And that’s even higher praise,” he admitted and you smiled back, feeling heat rising to your cheeks.

Osamu held your gaze for a moment and then looked back at the other girls as he eased himself into the conversation. All of them were smart enough not to bring up the topic of the cheating, and the longer he spent talking to them, you noticed his shoulders relaxing and his laughs becoming more spontaneous.

You found out he used to play volleyball in high school and that he had a twin brother that still played professionally. It made sense, you thought, as he had an athlete’s body and he seemed to be really strong if the muscles of his arms and thick thighs were any indicator. It was easy to joke with him, jokes were shot back an forth like you had been friends for a long time.

Each time you took a sip of your drink, your mannerisms started getting more flirty. Light touches on his forearm were followed by him pushing your hair away from your face as you spoke, and you weren’t quite sure if he was meeting your advances or just trying to be nice to the girls who had invited him to their table.

If you had turned your head to your friends, you would have seen them sharing knowing looks at yours and Osamu’s behaviours. However, it was pretty hard to look anywhere else when a handsome man like him was playing with your hair.

You were resting your chin on your palm, looking at Osamu as he shared this high school anecdote when you saw the smile from his face fall. Furrowing your eyebrows you looked around, trying to see what was happening, but nothing seemed to catch your attention. You turned to your friend, who had the same expression full of dread on her face.

“Shit,” she whispered, taking a sip of her drink. “Man, I swear I didn’t tell her you were here. I know she fucked up with you, I wouldn’t—”

“Yeah, it’s okay,” Osamu said with a half-hearted shrug. “It’s on me for not going to some other bar.”

The pieces fell together in your head, soon realizing what was happening. Osamu looked down at his hands, a straight line on his lips as he figured out what to do next. He evaluated his options as the baseball cap shielded him from being found, even if it was for a little while.

You followed your friend’s gaze until you noticed a girl who was clearly looking for someone, her head turning in every direction as she walked idly around the bar. Even if you knew close to nothing about her, you couldn’t help but feel your stomach boil with anger at what your friend had told you. Sure, you also didn’t really know Osamu, but you did know that, if you didn’t want to be with someone anymore, it was always better to dump them rather than cheat on them.

“Hey,” you said, putting your hand over his forearm to catch his attention. Osamu turned his head to you. “Are you sure you don’t want her back? Like— really, really sure you don’t want to fix things?”

His face turned into a grimace. “Of course not, why would—”

“Just follow my lead,” you whispered. Osamu only got to furrow his eyebrows in confusion before you crashed your lips against his.

His initial shock only lasted a couple of seconds and soon you felt his big hand cradling your face as he kissed you back. His other arm went to rest on the small of your back and oh God— your head was getting cloudy at the way he was kissing you. There was something inherently passionate about the way he held you firmly yet moved his lips so gently against yours.

You laced your arms around his shoulders and Osamu took it as a sign to pull your waist closer to his body. The smell of his cologne filled your senses paired with the dissonance between the roughness of his palms and the way he held you dearly. The rest of your friends and everyone at the bar disappeared as you felt his warm tongue teasing your bottom lip. Osamu swallowed your soft gasp and then chuckled against your mouth, sending a bolt of pleasure between your thighs.

“And… she’s gone.”

Your friend’s voice made both of you pull away with a smack sound. Both Osamu and you were catching your breath, the realization of your actions falling on your heads as you started hearing the background music on the bar once again.

“Yeah, she left pretty quickly after that,” another one of your friends added and you couldn’t help but laugh a little. It felt recomforting when Osamu joined.

“Wouldn’t surprise me if she tried to come again and, if I’m honest, I don’t wanna see her again ‘til I go back to my room. How about we hit a club? I could use some dancing. Wanna join us?”

Osamu shot you a look before looking back at your friend.

“It’d be my pleasure.”

…

It shouldn’t have been surprising that barely fifteen minutes after you had arrived at the club Osamu was kissing you roughly inside a bathroom stall. His hands were on your ass, supporting your weight while your legs were around his waist. Long gone was the way your tongue teased you at the bar, it was now inside your mouth, colliding with yours with such dominance you couldn’t help but surrender.

“You’re so pretty,” he grunted as he lowered his lips to your neck. He bit down on your skin, eliciting a moan from you. His hips immediately bucked against yours and the outline of his hardening cock against your clothed cunt made your eyes roll. “Shit, you can’t do that to me, princess. Can’t sound that pretty before I even do anything to you.”

His words did nothing but increase your arousal and you were quite sure it was on purpose. You grinded on his crotch as he worked on your neck, not recalling the last time you were this needy for someone. You knew nothing about Osamu but his name, that he was nice and had a good dick, and that was if you chose to believe your friend’s words. How was it that now every part of your body screamed for him to keep touching you?

Pushing you further against the stall, Osamu moved one of his hands to your core. He cursed under his breath as he noticed how damp your panties were.

“Please,” you whimpered, making him raise his brown eyes at you. “Please, touch me.”

Osamu took one moment to appreciate your needy expression before kissing your swollen lips. He set your panties aside and circled your entrance a couple of times, gathering wetness on his fingers before pushing them inside.

“Like this, love?” he asked, and you weren’t sure if it was his fingers or the pet name that made you moan and nod your head.

“Yeah, like that,” you cried against his lips. “Just like that, fuck—”

Osamu broke the kiss, his lips ghosting over yours as he watched your every expression as he fucked you on his fingers. The hand that had gently caressed your face not even an hour ago was now knuckles-deep on your pussy. The roughness paired with the size of his hands were sent from heaven and you never wanted him to stop.

A loud cry left your lips as he curled his fingers right on your sweet spot, blurring your vision for a couple of seconds. Osamu smirked as he watched you slowly break and pressed a couple of sweet kisses on your cheek and jaw. You clutched on his shoulder harder, trying to buck against his fingers.

“Think you can take me now?” he asked against your ear and you nodded frantically.

Osamu carefully lowered you down on the floor. You watched him as he started unbuckling his belt and— how did he manage to make it look so sensual? He removed his wallet out of his back pocket and took out a condom, holding it between his teeth as he put the wallet back.

His eyes were set on your as he unbuttoned his jeans and pulled them down along with his underwear, erect cock springing out free. That was when you realized all the compliments you had heard about it fell short. It was thick, slightly curved and with a length that made your legs clench in anticipation. Definitely the epitome of a good dick. The hair around it was short and neatly trimmed and you wondered a second what it would feel to have your nose pressed against it.

“Love?” he asked, tilting his head to the side with an amused smirk. Your eyes immediately raised to his face, realizing you had been ogling at his cock without a care.

“Yeah?” you stuttered, feeling your face burning with embarrassment.

He took a step forward and pressed you against the stall again, taking the condom wrapper from his mouth. His hands travelled under your dress and he hooked his fingers on your panties.

“Can I?”

You nodded, watching him lower your panties down your thighs. Osamu crouched as he slid them through your knees and calves, all the way to the floor until you stepped out of them, his eyes never looking away from your face. He stood up and hung them on the door lock behind you.

He ripped the condom wrapper and put it on, and you did your best not to be so evident with your stares. He stroked himself a couple of times, making sure everything was fine before his hands were on you again, grabbing you from the back of your thighs and holding you up again against the door.

Osamu held you with his left hand as he used the other to rub the tip of his cock on your core. You moaned as he teased you, sliding it against your clit and then circling your entrance.

“Osamu, please,” you whispered, wanting to feel him inside as soon as possible. Watching your pleading features, he nodded as he pushed himself inside.

Your gasp was overthrown by the loud groan that left the man’s lips as he entered you. He cursed, his forehead falling on your shoulder before he pulled away almost all the way and thrusted back in. Both his hands were on your ass, squeezing you hard as he started a slow rhythm.

The burn of the stretch felt delicious, your body taking him eagerly. The low groans against your neck only riled you further, wanting to give him as much pleasure as he was giving you. You loved how he was strong enough to hold your body as he fucked you, his pace picking up rather fast. The door where he held you against made a sound with each of his hard thrusts and you were sure anyone that entered the bathroom could get a pretty good idea of what was happening inside the stall, despite the loud music muffling most of yours and his moans.

One of his thrusts was angled straight to your sweet spot, making you cry out in pleasure. You clawed your nails on his shoulder, feeling your body break around him.

“Osamu, fuck—” he raised his head to see your face and God, he looked beautiful. His pupils were dilated and his lips red and swollen, a dazy look on his eyes as he looked at you, expectantly. “I wanna— I wanna ride you, please, let me ride you.”

His lips crashed against yours, kissing you roughly as his hands squeezed your ass. He pulled your bottom lip with his teeth as he muttered words you couldn’t quite comprehend. You were quite sure you could identify “fuck” and “pretty”.

Not letting you back on the floor, Osamu held you as he put the lid of the toilet down and sat on it. Once you were straddling, you wasted no time and took his cock, guiding him to your entrance. You lifted your hips and then slowly lowered them, feeling his girth stretch you once more. It felt more intense, and once you bottomed out, out felt him even deeper than before. He must have felt the same, as he threw his head back with a groan once he was all the way inside.

You put one foot on a pipe near the toilet to give you more leverage as you started fucking yourself on his cock. Osamu’s hands went to hold your waist, supporting you as you bounced freely, your hands setting on his shoulders. Your lips were parted as you whimpered and cried, losing control by the minute and feeling you would reach your sigh any second.

“Fuck, love, I don’t gonna last much longer like this,” Osamu groaned, his hands tightening the grip on your waist. “You’re almost sucking me in— shit.”

You started moving even faster, the friction between your clit and his pelvis bringing tears to the corner of your eyes. Osamu came first, cursing as he thrusted his hips up. His orgasm face was so damn pretty and paired with the way his dick twitched inside you, you reached your high as well, a high-pitched cry as you let yourself fall on his chest. Your hips moved in a forward and backwards motion, riding out your orgasm as you milked Osamu’s pretty cock each time your walls clenched around him.

He put his arms around you, holding you as you started coming down from your high and finally stopped grinding on him. You raised your head to look at Osamu. His face was glistening with sweat, mouth slightly open as he tried to catch his breath. When your eyes met his, he chuckled, eliciting a smile from you.

“Would you think I’m bullshitting you if I said I don’t usually do this?” he asked.

You pursed your lips, looking around as you pretended to think it through.

“Not really,” you said. “But what if I told you I usually do this? That I spend all my Friday nights picking up sad and hot guys from bars?” you shot back, a teasing grin on your face.

Osamu laughed and fuck— why did you want to say something else just to hear his laugh again?

“I’d say I’m quite grateful tonight I was the chosen one,” he replied, pushing a bit of your hair away from your face. “And I’d ask you to come by the store some other time. I know the owner, I can get you some of those dumplings you like.”

“Oh, you know the owner?” you asked, raising your eyebrows with a grin. “Is he cute?”

“Well, what can I say,” he said with a shrug and a smile dancing on his lips. “I think he’d like you.”

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[semisgroupie]

Day 11: Incest | Suna Rintarou

Suna Rintarou x Fem. Reader

Word Count: 867 words

Warnings: incest, fingering (f!receiving), biting, nipple play, pillow humping, praise, mention of cock warming

Synopsis: Rintarou is the best big brother, he’ll do whatever it takes to help you even when you’re crying in the middle of the night because you can’t cum

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You took pride in having the best brother. Someone so protective, so strong, so caring, there was no one better than Rintarou.

He took you in his apartment when you started college, he would stay up late doing your homework with you and for you, he would cut up your food for you when you were too tired, he would always pick you up from classes, he would take you to his games, he would just do everything. He’s just the best big brother.

So, when he walked past your room one night hearing muffled sobs and whines he dropped everything to help you.

When he opened the door he saw you dressed in one of the nighties he gave you with a pillow between your thighs. The sight made his cock throb in his pajama bottoms, his cute little sister humping her pillow like a bitch in heat. He approached you with careful and cautious steps not wanting to scare you.

“Hey pretty girl what’s wrong?”

You turned and looked at him with big tear filled eyes, both shock and need filled your veins once the two of you made eye contact.

“I-I can’t feel good Rintarou-nii. No matter what I do I can’t feel good by myself!”

He chuckled at the cute pout on your face as you took the pillow from between your thighs and tossed it to the side in frustration. He sat down on the bed with you and beckoned you over to sit in his lap.

“Do you want me to help you? You know how much I hate seeing you cry.”

All you did was nod and sniffle as you spread your legs for him, resting your back on his chest. It wasn’t unnatural for you two to touch each other in ways that brothers and sisters shouldn’t. He was the one who taught you how to give a blowjob and how to properly take cock, he took all your firsts and you never felt any better since. Only Rintarou knew your body better than you, only he could bring you immense pleasure, only he could touch you like this.

“I tried to do everything you taught me but nothing feels as good as when you do it. I-I thought you were sleeping so I didn’t want to bother you.”

You spoke in between sniffles and looked up at him as his fingers danced up your thighs, getting closer to where you needed him to touch you most.

“You’ll never bother me and me sleeping never bothered you before, silly girl. I can’t even count the times I woke up to you on my cock, bouncing so prettily.”

You hide your face at the mention of it but quickly stop feeling embarrassed once you feel his slim fingers circle your clit, already so wet from you trying to get off earlier. He rubbed your clit in fast circles making you toss your head back against his shoulder and buck your hips for more. It felt great but you were still so empty, you felt yourself clench around nothing with each of his movements. Before you could even whine for more he lowered his fingers and slid the two that were circling your clit inside you, pumping them slowly.

“H-how did you know?” You couldn’t help but question him in your state, while it has happened so much you still couldn’t wrap your head around it.

“I know you better than you ever could, pretty girl, what kind of big brother would I be if I didn’t know what you needed?”

He started pumping his fingers faster and leaned his head down to kiss and suck on your neck, licking over your pulse point once he found it. His other hand moved under your nighty to tease and tug on your nipples. It was a pleasure filled assault on all ends and all you could do was moan and whine against him. His fingers moved faster and his thumb pressed against your clit, circling it each time.

“G-gonna cum! Nii-san! Gonna cum!”

He smirked against your skin once he saw your toes curl and your legs start shaking, he pumped his fingers even faster than before and he bit down on your neck once you started to unravel around his fingers. You arched your back and pressed your chest into his hand while he finger fucked you through your orgasm.

“Good girl, such a good girl for me.”

He licked over the bite mark to soothe it and slowly pulled his fingers out, slipping them in his mouth while you watched him clean them off and groan at the taste. He pulled them out of his mouth and smiled at you, knowing that the little action sent a wave of arousal through your body.

“Not tonight pretty girl, you have class early in the morning. I’ll give you my cock when you’re doing homework tomorrow. I know how much you love cockwarming me when you study.”

“Okay, then stay here and sleep with me please!”

He nodded and laid down with you, pulling you flush against him as he wrapped his arms around you.

“You’re the best big brother Rintarou, goodnight.”

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[p-antomime]

— minors don’t interact.

— wc: 0,7K.

content + warnings: 18+, including: switch!kōtarō bokuto, mention of dry humping, creampie, pet names, marking, hickeys, mommy kink, mating press, kinda of rough sex, breeding kink, knotting.

pairings: hybrid!kōtarō bokuto x fem!reader.

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Bokuto's eyes traveled down your sweaty, tired body and his mouth salivated as he watched your breasts rise and fall rapidly. You looked so beautiful with several bite marks running down your body, from your collarbones to your groin bones, of course to your breasts and belly. On some of these marks there were even a few isolated drops of blood coming out, especially the largest one on the right curve of your neck that Bokuto had used as a way to mark you by appointment forever to him and he couldn't be prouder of the work done on you.

You were his everything, no matter how many times Bokuto Kotaro looked into his own future, there was no way to imagine one without you, without your touch, without your presence, without the smell of your purely intoxicating essence. He belonged to you in every sense, be it sexual, physical, mental, psychological. He was yours, literally. In fact, he was not only "yours", you have to add: "puppy in heat", because that is exactly what Bokuto looked like before and now.

Before because he was desperately rubbing himself against your thigh and ass when it was time for you both to go to sleep without wanting to actually verbalize that he desperately needed your touch because he preferred not to bother his mommy with trivial things. And now because he was uncontrollably trying to pull back the reins of his own lack of control to enter your wet interior with his cock leaking pre-cum and making a mess.

— Mommy, can I... — Bokuto groaned as he felt yours walls squeezing him and pulling him closer and closer to the overwhelming orgasm that always proceeded a night when neither of you could sleep because your little puppy's heightened sex drive wouldn't allow it and he desperately needed to thrust himself over and over again into your warm, tight pussy to cum again and again until he ended up collapsing from exhaustion on your sweat-soaked body. — Can I move?

— Of course, my puppy, you can. — You replied stroking his gray and black strands of hair which, previously always brushed upwards, now lay messily downwards with a few strands sticking to his forehead from sweat.

As soon as Bokuto's hips started bumping against yours in a hallucinatory, primitive, bestial rhythm while he had you in a mating press position, your body started to move up and down against the bed sheets and it was impossible to control the loud moans in the form of your puppy's name from coming out of yours lips. He looked so beautiful like that, lost in his own pleasure, stretching yours walls without caring if it was hurting for you and if the next day when you woke up your hips were hurting to the point that you could hardly walk. He just wanted to cum and unload absurd amounts of thick white cum inside you, filling you to the brim of your womb, until your insides were unable to contain any more drops of his seed and ended up trying to leak a little at your entrance.

Eventually the headboard started banging against the bedroom wall and it was obvious that the neighbors would come to complain the next day, but who could blame your sex-hungry hybrid? Not you, not them. If Bokuto wanted to bury himself wantonly inside your pussy, you would let him, even if the next day the room dawned upside down.

Several "Mommy's" escaped from your puppy's salivating mouth and your hand went to grab the chain attached to the collar he usually always wore the week he went into heat to make it easier for you to control him, pulling him forward until you were staring directly into his half-closed eyes.

— Aww~, puppyboy, if you wanted Mommy's pussy that bad, y-you could have just asked for it from the beginning. — You said breathlessly, trying not to divert his attention from his end goal.

And the mischievous smile you cracked soon after was simply enough to make him moan loudly in a primitively lewd sound, buck his hips forcefully against yours in one deep thrust and pour his white, hot cum inside you. Of course he was knotting you, that was the purpose all along, the purpose of impregnating you until a low budge formed in the bottom of your belly because of how much liquid he gushed into yours walls.

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Kinktober Day 9: Knotting

Day 9: knotting- Kuroo x Fem!Reader

WARNINGS: A/B/O dynamic, Breeding, Switch!Reader,

You continue to bounce on your alpha’s cock, reveling in the way his eyes can’t stay open. “What’s wrong pretty boy? Too much for you to handle? And I thought I was the needy one. Look at you, close to knotting already?”

Your taunts fall on deaf ears, too lost in the sensation of knotting for the first time. After the last few heats with you locked away, you finally agreed that today, he would be allowed to knot with you.

Having heard about knotting your entire life as an Omega, you swore you would never let it happen, the fear of how bad or uncomfortable you would feel with him locked inside you. The two of you have been together long enough, you have grown used to the size of his cock, riding him for hours until his mind is blank, and you figured that knotting wouldn’t feel much different.

After a few more bounces, the alpha below you snaps into a primal headspace, flipping you to lay flat on your back as he slams into you with all the energy he can muster.

Your mind is fuzzy, struggling to process the feeling of being fucked so brutally. Your walls feeling now bruised from the countless angles he has slammed into you as his scent glands release an intoxicating aroma that allows him to be in control. Still, you are begging for more. No matter how sore you are, you will do anything to please him.

His grunting grows louder, and you feel his knot lock him into place inside of you. The expanding knot pressed firmly against all sides of your walls, pushes a sob from your swollen lips

“Feel ok?” He asks, the thick cum still spilling out and filling you up. His hands hold your hips tightly, preventing you from trying to pull away and hurting yourself.

“It hurts. Take it out.” You are begging, trying to pry his fingers off of your waist. His grip tightens, leaning down to press his forehead to yours.

“Calm down. Look at me and breathe. We are going to stay like this until the knot goes down. You are ok.” His voice is soothing, slowing your attempts to break free. As your stress lowers, he moves to press his nose to your cheek, bringing his scent gland closer to your nose to further relax you.

You take a few deep breaths, his scent lighting your core up again. You can feel your overly stretched wall attempting to clamp down around him, but having no way to move.

“Does my scent turn you on that much? Trying to pull my knot even deeper? I’m already pressed right up against your cervix. Any deeper and I will be right in your womb. I would breed this pussy for sure.” He smirks and slides a hand over your mound, slipping a finger between your fold to barely trace your clit.

You gasp as a chill runs down your spine, unsure if you want more pressure, or none at all. His rough finger tip continued to just graze your clit. “Tetsu… you fucking tease.” You grit out, wanting to regain control over your body.

“Just having a bit of fun, my Omega. You look so cute underneath me for once.” He teases.

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