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kurosukii · 3 years

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𝐩𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐞

pairing: sakusa kiyoomi x f!reader

summary: as a broke and desperate college student, you resort to becoming a camgirl—not knowing that the professor you despise the most is your number one viewer.

genre: smut, college au, camgirl au, student x teacher

warnings: 18+. noncon/dubcon, manipulation, coercion, abuse of power, student/teacher (prof sakusa is a perv), sex work (camgirl reader), sex toys (reader gets boinked by a sex machine), exhibitionism, voyeurism, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, male masturbation, sir kink, praise, degradation, overstimulation, hair pulling, oral (f (slight) and m receiving), face-fucking, slight biting, nipple play, spitting, squirting, spanking, creampie, cumplay

word count: 6.4k

author's note: for babie L's @bokuroskitten a-are you filming this? collab! thanks for letting me join boo! i really enjoyed writing this hihi (let me know if i missed any warnings!) (MINORS DNI)

º thank you @chicoree for beta-ing <3 (i finally got around to posting it ehe)

everyone pls thank my bff for planting the seeds of professor x student in my mind—this is the result .

[5:57 PM]

your literature professor is arguably the most irritating and most attractive man you’ve ever seen in your life.

he could definitely pass off as a high fashion model with his elegant and sculpted features, and with the way his iron-pressed dress shirts cling to his broad shouldered and muscled frame, he could definitely pass for an athlete too.

college students are scavengers. they scour for information that can either be used for good or bad or, in everyone’s case, to add a fantasy to their spank bank. through the power of social media and avid lurking, some students found pictures of professor sakusa back in the day.

much to your absolute dismay the pictures went to your spank bank too, to be used when you’re doing your other, definitely more lucrative job every friday night.

lo and behold, that hot robot of a man was an athlete. volleyball was his sport, and even though the atrocious color of his uniform could burn anyone’s corneas with how bright it was, it still didn’t hide the fact that he was nothing but attractive in his younger days before he finally hung up the jersey and ventured into academia.

he’s the most infuriating man in academia, if you were to be asked. seriously; the man walks, talks, and acts like he has a proverbial stick up his ass all around the clock.

“your paper lacks depth; are you sure you read the instructions clearly? it says to ‘thoroughly explain the presence of the recurring theme in pride and prejudice to the modern era’. this paper is lackluster for a third year english literature major. i will have to ask you to make major revisions.”

what a complete prick. never mind that the people who read your paper were singing praises about your insights and words, of course nothing will ever be up to par with professor sakusa and his array of accomplishments that no mortal human can achieve.

he’s your first class on fridays, so you always go through the day with a permanent scowl etched on your face.

at least this gruelling day is finally done, you mutter to yourself as you step inside your shared dorm with your roommate who’s nowhere to be found. shit, it’s friday.

you were so engrossed with the bad energy from your professor, you forgot that it’s streaming night. you skip to your room, practically giddy as you remember the box you picked up from the post office.

it was supposed to be a one-time thing, but money is a drug and a broke and scavenging college student like you quickly becomes addicted. not to mention—the boost of confidence in your own body that quickly came after that realization.

like most broke girls, you’ve fallen into the spectrum of sex work and camming. it’s good money and the numerous comments about people wanting to fuck your sexy ass body—as they always say—never fail to leave you wanting for more.

a megawatt grin graces your lips when you see the non-descript box in the center of your twin-sized school issued bed. there’s a small envelope on top (you’re glad that the employees at the post office didn’t mess with it) and you take it, sitting on the bed as you bite your lip in anticipation.

the envelope looks like it came out of the classic literature books you’ve read and studied. it’s cream colored, sepia at the edges, and with a blood red wax seal at the center.

you don’t miss the letter imprinted on the wax: D in a gothic font. your body heats up as you gently peel off the seal, revealing a note inside.

it’s my size and shape. - mr. darcy

it’s printed in black ink and you’re secretly disappointed because you wish it was handwritten. but for safety purposes, there’s no indication of who it might be. after all, you accepted the package under a pseudonym (never mind the less than legal process you went through for an id).

mr darcy. you’d squealed like a schoolgirl when his user popped up on the paid private chats after one of your streams. a couple other people messaged you but this one was different. there’s a regal air to him, despite the fact that he’s paying to jack off to your body.

it doesn’t help that your username is lizzybennet. what are the damn odds? he’s always present, practically your number one viewer with the amount of money he gives you.

just a few days ago, he told you he was going to give a gift, in celebration for you reaching 50k subscribers. the box on your lap is the gift and you have an inkling of what’s buried underneath the crepe paper.

you rummage through the packaging and once you see it, you gasp. it’s a mini sex machine. your eyes are wide as you inspect the contraption and you notice that there’s a note attached to the mechanical body of the toy.

“a celebratory gift for you amassing 50k subscribers. please use it on your next stream; i have the controller.”

how can he be so eloquent when there’s a literal fucking machine on your lap? he’s taking this whole mr. darcy thing down to the bone.

you gulp, nervous and excited about the last part of what he said. fuck, he’s basically going to fuck you with the machine.

your pussy flutters at the idea, wetness immediately dampening your panties. your eyes wander and what catches your attention is the dildo that’s attached to the body.

this dildo is his dick in silicone? is he joking? this looks like it belongs in the superhuman section of bad dragon.

it’s thick and long, curving a little bit to the right with multiple veins running down the shaft. the color is bright, like a neon highlighter and in the back of your mind, it seems familiar but you can’t quite place it.

it’s cold to the touch and you rub your thighs, excited to use it and give your viewers a show they’ll never forget. you set it down and stand up from the bed, doing all the necessary rituals for your weekly stream.

“hi guys! i guess you all know by now that i’ve reached a milestone! so i want to do something different this time,”

you chirp, voice sweet and saccharine. you’re dressed in your favorite lingerie, fiddling slightly with the straps as you shift around the bed, face still out of view from the camera.

the toy is propped on a stool that’s also out of view and you take a deep breath, calming yourself before pushing through with your face reveal. luckily, the site doesn’t allow screenshots and quickly kicks out any user who does.

“i figured you guys deserve to see my face with how good you all have been to me.”

slowly moving forward, you reach for the camera and adjust it, your face finally coming into view. pings start coming in and you giggle at the excitement of your viewers.

fuck, you’re gorgeous.

can’t believe you’ve been hiding that pretty face, baby.

god damn, your face already makes me hard.

everyone has some kind of dirty laundry, and it just so happens that the seemingly stoic professor’s dirty laundry is watching camgirls as his nightly routine.

a man has his needs and because he’s so busy and surrounded by geriatrics and stinky hormonal college students on a daily basis, he doesn’t have enough time or energy to look for a hookup.

imagine his relief when he found someone who reminded him of you as he was scrolling through numerous profiles. lizzybennet got him hooked because his username was already mrdarcy.

the resemblance of the voice and skin tone was enough to reel him in and for sakusa, it was instantly a match made in heaven. she quickly reminded him of one of his favourite students who he shamelessly fantasizes about all the time.

he supposes that he should feel disgusted with himself, but he doesn’t.

and now, his eyes are wide and his usually cool head is spinning. his blood is rushing, down south, in his ears, everywhere. the odds of him jacking off to a girl who uncannily resembles his student, only to find out it’s actually you.

he doesn’t know what to feel, but the way his cock is already standing at attention in his pants, well, he’s about to get his money’s worth.

shirtless and racking up a cold sweat, he unbuttons his pants and pulls out his cock, hissing as it throbs at the sight of you in lingerie. lingerie you bought with his money.

“one of you sweeties sent me a gift and i’ll definitely be putting it to good use,” you giggle, cheeks becoming warm at the lewd comments and occasional wholesome compliments.

you sit back on the bed, leaning further until you can’t see the chat anymore. hooking your ankle on the leg of the stool, you drag it to the end of the bed, between your legs as the pings get louder.

sakusa clutches the controller in his big hand, the other softly stroking his cock. biting his lower lip, his dark eyes sear into you and he wonders what it would be like if he were the one to ruin your pretty pussy with his cock—his real cock.

taking the bottle of lube beside you, you smear it over the toy, moaning as you pump it a few times while imagining it’s a certain professor’s dick.

he’s the star of your fantasies and the reason why you always cum so hard. thankfully, your mouth is kind to you and doesn’t blurt his name when you’re pleasing yourself on stream.

once it’s wet enough, you pull your panties to the side and your fingers play with your folds, closing your eyes as you bite your lips and get into the zone.

“shit, i wish it was your fingers playing with my pussy,” you whine, your free hand pulling the straps of your bra down, exposing your breasts to the camera, nipples hardening at the growing pleasure in your veins.

you take a nipple between your fingers, twisting and pulling gently as you whimper at the sting. the fingers playing with your folds are wet enough with your slick, and you insert two of them in your cunt, stretching yourself for the toy that’s about to fuck you.

your breathing picks up after scissoring yourself for a bit and you pull them out, showing the screen your soaked fingers before putting them in your mouth, moaning as you suck on your digits.

on the other side of the screen, sakusa groans as he leans back on his chair while holding his shaft, pumping his cock slowly as pre-cum leaks from the tip. his eyes flutter as he imagines fucking your pussy with his dexterous fingers, pulling whines and moans from your lips.

you position yourself on the bed and adjust the toy so that it’s directly in front of your dripping hole, fingers holding your panties to the side.

you look to the camera and your sultry gaze goes straight to sakusa’s cock and he hisses, squeezing himself as he flips the switch on the controller, preparing to turn the dial.

“ready when you are, sir,” you tease, slowly licking your lips as you wait for the toy to enter you.

sakusa growls under his breath, bristling at your challenge as desire courses through him when he hears the title fall from your pouty lips.

he turns the dial and the machine whirs to life, and your eyes glaze over in wonder as you spread your folds, watching as the toy slowly enters you.

you whine at the size; it’s cold and lifeless, but that doesn’t change the fact that it’s practically splitting you open. your legs tremble, toes curling as you play with your clit, causing more slick to gush out of you.

sakusa watches through his screen as you squirm and moan, the toy finally bottoming out in your cunt. his dark eyes flash and he gulps as your pussy swallows the toy.

you can definitely take him and he’ll make sure that it will happen, soon.

he doesn’t bother letting you adjust to the toy, a toy that’s bigger than all the ones he’s watched you fuck your pussy with. after all, you’re a slut and you can take it, right?

the toy increases in speed and you cry out, hands immediately bunching the sheets between your fingers as you throw your head back. pleasure courses through your body as you pant heavily, moans steadily rising in volume.

you close your eyes tightly as your chest heaves, starting to think of him.

stupid man and his stupid black curls that freely flip around his face, dark eyes always narrowed as they dart over you.

what would his hair feel like between your fingers? would they be soft from the clean and citrusy scent that wafts off of him when he roams around the classroom?

how would his eyes look up at you? would they be swimming with unbridled hunger as his skilled tongue flicks and laps away at your clit? would his deep voice reverberate through your shaking body when he groans as your taste coats his mouth?

would his large hands, adorned with long and slender fingers, squeeze your thighs, holding you still as he buries his face in your cunt?

all these vivid images flow through your brain, the constant pings of steady donations mere background noise as you imagine your professor’s deep voice ordering you, commanding you to cum.

“wish it was you fucking me right now—oh shit!” you moan, words blending together as tempo of the sex machine is increased.

the buzzing sound of the machine is in sync with your fast heartbeats as the silicone cock thrusts into you, lewd squelching filling the room as your moans and cries become choked and broken as your orgasm looms close behind.

not a lot of things can topple professor sakusa kiyoomi off of his pedestal, but the sight of his favorite student getting her pussy fucked by the toy that he gifted is definitely worth his jaw going slack for.

you’re so pretty, cheeks flushed and lips parting into the perfect orgasm face as your shaking arm reaches for your clit, eyes so hooded that you can barely see the screen in front of you.

sakusa’s hand pumps his cock a little faster, following the rough and fast circles you’re subjecting your aching clit to. it delights him to no end that you really know how to work your body.

he allows himself to groan loudly, gripping the arm of the chair as he thrusts up into his hand, pre-cum spilling over his shaft.

the controller is long forgotten to the side of his laptop, the dial turned to the highest setting as the machine fucks you hard and fast.

your high pitched moans are music to his ears and the twitching of your legs are proof of the pleasure that he’s indirectly causing.

your head’s thrown back, exposing your neck as your hips roll against the toy, juices from your cunt sliding down your ass as it drenches the sheets below you.

“sir, sir please! can i cum? please let me cum! i’ve been a good girl!”

tingles run down sakusa’s spine as he hears your whiny voice beg. even when he’s not touching you, he still has control over you.

“cum for me,” he groans under his breath, chair creaking as he fucks his hand and as if you heard him, you pinch your clit and scream, body convulsing as you cum all over the toy.

sakusa follows suit, moaning your name as white spurts of cum shoot out of his cock, staining his thighs and abs. eyes dark and mind hazy from his orgasm, he forgets to turn the dial off and his attention is called when he hears you crying and squealing.

“s-sir, p-please turn it o-off! it’s t-too much, fuck!” you cry out, tears stream down your face as the machine continues to pound you, hands fisting the sheets as overstimulation quickly washes over your body.

sakusa’s eyes are wide, staring with rapt attention as the toy abuses your cunt. he can turn it off if he wants to, but he doesn’t because he knows you can easily scoot back on the bed and end your supposed agony, but you don’t.

instead, he smirks as he watches steady tears roll down your cheeks as you beg and beg. your body is glistening with a fine sheen of sweat and because sakusa has watched your body countless of times, burned the curves and dips of your frame into his mind—he knows you’re going to cum again.

“f-fuck, fuck, fuck! i’m cumming again!” you wail, back arching off the bed as you cum once more. your body stiffens at the uncomfortable position and this time, a stream of clear liquid shoots out of your pussy, drenching your soiled sheets even more.

the pings are louder than before, and if you had your audience in your room, they would definitely be in awe as they watch you squirt over and over again.

sakusa’s hand returns to his cock, movements slow as he watches you whimper and twitch from the mind blowing orgasm. having mercy on you, he takes hold of the controller as he slowly turns the dial, the buzzing of the machine turning into soft whirs as the toy stops fucking you.

your eyes are heavy and lidded when you sit up, chest heaving and nipples aching as the toy slowly leaves your pussy, whining as you feel your juices slide down your ass.

you surprise everyone, including your professor, when you fumble around the machine and dislodge the toy that’s shining and glistening with your essence.

you put the wet and warm toy in your mouth, sucking and licking like you would on a real cock. sakusa hisses, closing his eyes as he hears you moan, tasting yourself on the toy.

his brain forms images in his mind, imagining you doing that to him, choking on his cock before he grabs your hips and slaps your ass, entering your needy pussy in one hard thrust.

you practically crawl towards the laptop, eyes sultry and inviting before you pull the toy out of your mouth with a wet pop and throw a dazzling smile at the camera, as if you didn’t get ruined by a silicone cock a few moments before.

fuck. this is your best stream ever lizzy.

shiiit, wish you squirted all over my cock like that, sweet cheeks.

i’d pay to cum on that pretty face any time, liz.

you’re so fucking beautiful, can’t believe i can finally picture a face to jack off to every night.

the last comment makes you giggle; men really are one and the same, huh?

the cursor hovers over the bright red button, and before you press it, you speak to the camera and although it might sound like you’re talking to all of them, you’re really just talking to him.

“i hope you enjoyed the show, sir. but i wish it was your real cock that made me cum and squirt like that.”

with one last wink to the camera, you end the stream.

sakusa didn’t get to sleep that night—but you did. slept like a baby too, because of the hefty amount that dropped in your bank account after the stream ended.

mr. darcy was like that—he preferred to do things all in one go.

“i expect that all of you have finished the required readings. we will have a unit test tomorrow. class dismissed.”

you sigh in relief as you pack your things in your bag, glad that your class with him has ended. there are perks, you guess, of him being your only class on mondays because it means that you’d have enough time to recover from his snarkiness, and it doesn’t even matter that he’s attractive as hell.

sometimes you’re happy that you sit at the top of the auditorium (of course professor sakusa requested his classroom to be there) so that you can have more time engraving his alluring features in your mind, but other times—like now—you wish you sat right beside the door.

you’re about to make a run for it when his deep and melodic voice calls your name.

“i would like to talk to you about your performance,” sakusa says, but there’s a weight behind the last word, like there’s a double entendre. “what do you have to say about it?”

you tilt your head to the side, legs robotically descending the stairs. why is he asking this now? your heart’s pounding and you try to ground yourself, ironically thinking about him and his quirks.

he’s always wearing a mask—like he did when he was in high school, something you noticed in his pictures—outside of classrooms and you guess he’s a clean freak, which is evident with the clinical organization of his desk.

he’s prim and proper personified, or so you think.

“i-i think i’ve been doing w-well, sir.”

fuck, why did you stutter? your mental beration at your nervousness quickly dissipates when you hear your professor’s groan. eyes wide, you focus back on him and his fists are clenched as he shamelessly adjusts his slacks that are currently housing a very prominent bulge on his crotch.

before you know it, you’re standing before him and your nervousness shows itself once more. half rimmed glasses rest on the bridge of his perfect nose as his fingers reach for it, folding them as he places it on his desk.

his weight sits on the wide, dark red desk as his dark eyes bore into you while he neatly folds his sleeves up to his elbows. too afraid to make eye contact, you stare at the moles on his forehead, peeking behind the stray curls.

“yes, you’ve been doing well. very well, isn’t that right, lizzy?”

a choked gasp leaves you and you feel like you’re going to faint as a finger traces your cheek, jaw, then lower lip. there’s cotton in your ears and your heart is about to jump out of your chest when sakusa slips his thumb between your parted lips.

he pushes down on your tongue and you stare at him helplessly. his usual exasperated expression is replaced with something sinister, a smirk gracing his rosy lips.

“such a beautiful girl...skilled with her fingers, skilled with her mouth, definitely skilled with that pussy,” he whispers to himself, trailing off as his other hand sneaks under your skirt, resting on your ass. you shouldn’t have worn that pesky piece of clothing.

his thumb rubs your tongue for a few more moments and his large hand squeezes your ass, earning a broken squeak from you. he retracts them and crosses his arms over his chest. you follow his movements as you breathe heavily, eyes round at his corded forearms.

“p-professor, i-i don’t know what y-you’re talking about—”

“oh, but you do. i’m actually thrilled that you put my gift to good use, angel,”

he whispers, and with how quiet it is in the auditorium, he might as well have yelled because the implication of his words are ringing loudly in your ears.

like a predator, he slowly circles around you, the soles of his shoes softly clicking on the linoleum floor. you should run but it’s like your feet are cemented to the ground and all you can do is whisper in a tiny, broken voice.

“a-are you-are you going to report me?”

he raises one thick eyebrow as he stops in front of you. there’s a hint of confusion in his eyes and hope blooms in your chest and once again, you’re thankful that screenshots aren’t allowed by the website.

“you don't have solid proof that it's me,” you say with more conviction, hope brewing in your chest, but unfortunately, it quickly dies.

“that may be so, but you wouldn't want those kinds of allegations against you, no?” sakusa taunts you, his low voice suddenly appearing beside your ear.

“i could easily pass it off as an anonymous tip, they would never know it was me, their beloved professor sakusa kiyoomi.”

your breath hitches when you feel a rough and calloused hand, ghosting over your thigh underneath your skirt. sakusa smirks at your reaction, leaning closer to nibble on your earlobe.

“moreover, word will spread. people will be tempted to check your account; people you know, people that you may have been intimate with,” he continues, hot breath making you shiver.

his hand suddenly cups your mound, the heat emanating from your pussy making his cock twitch in his pants. you let out a soft cry as your body leans towards him, your chests touching.

his other hand wraps around your waist, bringing you closer to him and crushing your body against his.

“taking screenshots may not be allowed and your streams disappear, but what about the pictures and videos that you post? they will definitely recognize that sexy and provocative body anywhere.”

you want to retort but it’s like your tongue is glued to the roof of your mouth and the only time you make any kind of sound is when sakusa touches you. pathetic.

“either way, your name still gets tarnished and my reputation would be clean as a slate. i’m the professor who has a camgirl student—not the one who watches her streams every friday night.”

sakusa’s thumb reaches for your cheek and wipes a tear that unknowingly escaped your eye. your vision is getting smaller and your professor’s dark eyes are the only thing you can clearly see.

“p-please tell me...what i-i can do for y-you to not say anything,” you stutter in the softest voice, and sakusa’s eyes flash at your whiny plea.

“your begging sounds even better in real life, sweetheart,” sakusa hisses, his middle finger teasing your covered slit as you whimper against his shoulder. “i think you know what i want.”

“i’ve been paying you good money. don’t you think i deserve to get the real deal?”

you whimper as his large hand puts pressure on your shoulder.

“get on your knees. don’t keep sir waiting.”

your lower lip trembles as you lower yourself to your bare knees, face to face with the growing bulge in his slacks.

sakusa leans against his desk, hands on either side of his frame as he stares at you from under his lashes. your shaking hands fumble with his belt, the sound of metal echoing in the empty room.

“where’s the confident girl that got fucked by my toy?” sakusa tuts, tilting his head to the side as his fingers tap on the wood, feigning disappointment.

you wince, but don’t bother replying because as you pull his pants and underwear down, his cock springs free and bobs against his covered abdomen.

he wasn’t lying about the toy. it’s definitely his size and shape, but facing the real thing? it leaves your mouth dry as you try to swallow the lump in your throat.

there’s a bead of pre-cum on his tip and sakusa holds his shaft, thumb smearing it over his head. he guides his cock to your lips, dragging his length across it, leaving a wet sheen.

“open up.”

your lips part obediently as sakusa’s other hand takes hold of your hair. his thick cock slowly enters your mouth, your jaw aching as it tries to accommodate his size.

you gag when he hits the back of your throat, balls resting against your chin. his thumb caresses your cheek as he coos at you and wipes at your fresh tears.

his cock is hot and heavy in your mouth, veins dragging along the sensitive skin. not giving you enough time to adjust to his length, he pulls your head until only the tip is inside and thrusts back into your mouth.

you choke as your hands fly to his strong thighs, attempting to cry out as his hips thrust harshly, mindlessly using your mouth as a fleshlight.

“i’ve waited so long to fuck this slutty mouth—shit,” sakusa groans, throwing his head back as he bobs you on his cock.

tears mix with your saliva and drool as it coats his length, making it glide easily inside of your mouth. your throat and jaw are aching, never had you sucked a cock this thick and long in your life and yet here you are, getting used like a sex toy for your professor’s pleasure.

he’s not shy about his volume, letting out loud groans and grunts as he fucks your mouth. in your peripheral vision, you can see that the blinds on the door are closed, but anyone can walk in and see your compromising position.

“fuck, i’m going to cum,” sakusa hisses, both of his hands taking hold of your hair. you moan around his cock, the vibrations making sakusa growl as he thrusts harder as your grip on his thighs tighten.

his dark eyes find yours, searing into you with his pretty pink lips parted as his balls tighten, slapping against your chin.

“fuck, fuck, fuck!” he groans loudly, hips jerking as his cum shoots in your mouth. your whine is garbled as you forcefully swallow the viscous liquid.

sakusa’s seed is too much for you to take and some of it ends up seeping through the corners of your mouth as he slowly pulls out.

“don’t waste it, slut,” he says menacingly, and you whimper at the venom in his tone. he roughly wipes the mess around your mouth, long fingers pushing his cum between your lips.

you blink twice and next thing you know, your aching knees are relieved from the cold floor and you’re face down on his pristine desk, which is going to be ruined soon.

you can't deny that you’ve been dreaming about this for the longest time, but certainly not like this.

you’re too busy wallowing in your thoughts to realize that sakusa is flipping up your skirt, exposing your wet panties to the cold air of the room.

a loud crack rings across the room as his large hand comes down and smacks the globes of your ass. lurching forward on his desk, you yelp as the sting spreads throughout your body.

“you just sucked my cock and you’re already this wet? you really are a slut, huh?” he sneers, teeth nipping the skin of your ass before he spanks you again.

you whine as sakusa pulls your panties down your shaking legs, placing it on his desk as he spreads your cheeks, baring your pussy to his hungry eyes.

he catches you by surprise when he holds your leg, folding it as he places it on his desk. you whimper as you grip the edge of the table, embarrassed at how you’re so exposed to him.

he spits on your cunt, not giving you time to process what’s happening before his tongue licks one long and sloppy stripe on your folds.

your body instinctively jerks, crying out as you feel the warmth of his tongue against you. sakusa ignores your whines of protest as he skillfully avoids your clit, softly chuckling as you try to find the stimulation you need.

you end up moving your hips, trying to chase the movements of his tongue so it can flick against your aching clit until he abruptly pulls away, heavy hand coming down to slap your ass.

“did i tell you that you can move, hm?”

you whimper at his reprimanding tone, nails scraping on the wood when he slaps your ass again.

“a good student answers when she’s being asked,” he hisses, his hand connecting to your ass again, aching and warm from his spanks.

“n-no sir! you didn’t tell me to move!”

“exactly, but i think i’ve teased you long enough,” he hisses, finally standing up to his full height, cock hard again as he reaches out to wrap his hand on the back of your neck.

sakusa guides his cock towards your hole, breathing heavily as he feels the heat emanating from you. you exhale noisily, wondering if his dick will feel the same as the toy. probably not, because as much as you loved it, nothing beats the warmth and throb of a real cock.

you squirm when his tip slowly breaches past your muscle, soft whines leaving your lips as he stretches you. you’re so wrong; the toy is nothing compared to him. he feels bigger, and the veins on his shaft drag deliciously against your walls.

you can’t help but clench around him, which earns you a hiss and smack, making you moan loudly. there’s a bead of sweat on sakusa’s temple trailing down his neck that disappears into his chest, a few buttons undone to show off his fair and glistening skin.

heavy pants replace his words, too drunk on the way you’re taking him. both of you moan loudly when he finally bottoms out, his tip nudging your cervix as his forehead rests on your back, scrunching his nose when he feels your shirt soaked with sweat.

“s-sir, y-you’re too big.”

sakusa smirks at the delirium in your tone, cheek squished as you turn your head back to look at him, his curls wild and shining. he pays you no mind, hands holding your hips in a bruising grip, immediately setting up a brutal but rhythmic pace.

the articles on his desk shake and fall, smashing to the ground as he fucks you, practically pushing your body into the desk. the drag of the fabric on your hardened nipples sends a delicious tingle down your spine, making you shiver.

your moans increase in volume as your cheeks flame, hearing his heavy balls slap against your clit as he pulls your hips back and forth along his throbbing cock.

the humiliation of you creaming around your professor’s cock brings tears to your eyes but it quickly gets replaced by the delicious sting of him spanking your ass, complete filth coming out of his mouth—a jarring contrast to the way he usually talks during class.

“fuck yeah, i’ve been thinking about fucking this tight little pussy for the longest time.”

what was once soft but stern is now commanding and rough. it makes your head spin, moaning his title as your pussy sucks him in. who knew your professor had a dirty mouth on him?

it turns you on, as much as you hate to admit it, but you can’t help it. he feels so good and you can’t get enough of him. your body feels the same, rising on your trembling arms as your hips roll, pushing back on his cock.

“come on, that’s a good girl. my cock’s better than the toy i gave you, hmm?” sakusa coaxes you, thrusting harder when he sees you reciprocating his movements.

“definitely worth my money,” he growls in your ear, stopping you from moving as he takes control of your body once more.

shivering at the ice in his tone, you cry out as your hands instinctively fly to the back of your head where he has a death grip on your hair, tugging at your scalp.

“sir, please! harder!”

sakusa’s eyes flash, muscles rippling and tensing at the way you beg so pathetically for him. he’s a professor, and professors always want the best for their students.

“look at you, begging for my cock like a good. little. bitch.”

he punctuates the last three words with hard thrusts, burying himself so deep in your cunt that the desk is resting against the whiteboard.

a mixture of incoherent words and broken moans fall from your lips, your head falling forward when sakusa let go of your hair to hold your bruised hips again.

“are you going to cum for me?” he leans into your ear, biting the lobe as the slapping of skin and squelching of your pussy echo throughout the empty auditorium.

“fuck, yes! g-gonna cum!”

you wail, the knot in your stomach tightening the faster and harder sakusa fucks your leaking cunt.

“yeah? then cum,” he growls, hips losing their rhythm as they jerk, cock throbbing as thick and hot spurts of his cum coat your walls.

he groans your name just as your voice shakes, whimpering his title as your trembling bodies slowly stop moving, reveling in the haze of your orgasms.

soft cries and whimpers fall from your lips, wincing when you hear your mixed juices leak out of you, staining the once pristine desk.

you crash down on the desk, body limp and cheek squished as you breathe heavily, drool seeping from your parted mouth.

sakusa groans and bites his lip as he pulls out, drops of white dripping from his cock. you whine, squirming uncomfortably when more juices leaks from your battered pussy.

you crane your neck in his direction as his shaking arm reaches for the discarded panties beside you, inspecting the soiled fabric. your eyes practically bug out of your head when you see him put your panties in front of his nose with a loud satisfied inhale.

he grins at your dumbfounded expression when he wipes his cock with your underwear before tucking himself back into the confines of his pants, his zipper ringing loudly.

“i can’t get my slacks dirty, now can i?”

he says with a thick eyebrow raised before he pulls your leg, chuckling when he sees how much you’re still shaking.

kneeling on the floor, sakusa loops your legs through each hole, calloused hands dragging up your sweaty skin before they rest on the swells of your ass.

his large hands knead and caress the bruised skin, and he rises up to his full height as he looms over your ear.

“you’re wasting my cum by letting it fall to the floor.”

you let out a garbled sound, making him smirk as he watches you stand up straight with your knees wobbling.

he traps you between the desk and his thick frame as his hot breath ghosts the shell of your ear, biting it before he whispers in his low and husky voice, “don’t think that this is going to be a one-time thing.”

for good measure, he slaps your ass again, dark eyes gleaming when you stumble and yelp, bumping the table forward.

“i’ll see you tomorrow at my office, miss bennet.”

[6:59 PM]

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kaijime · 3 years

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watch your mouth

includes. osamu miya x f!reader

cw. corruption kink, virgin reader/first time, osamu wants to breed u <33, dubcon, kitchen sex? [it’s in his shop so?], fingering, pierced dick [prince albert piercing], vaginal penetration, size kink, praise kink, tummy bulge, breeding kink, slight dumbification, creampie, thigh slapping?

wc. 3k

a/n. my piece for @seita’s corrupt-a-virgin collab, thank you for letting me join!!

osamu miya likes to think he follows a strict routine. he wakes up early, shows up for his job, works, and goes home, waiting for tomorrow to arrive and the cycle to repeat itself.

but ever since you've entered his restaurant, you've become a part of his routine.

he sits behind the kitchen counter, watching in admiration how you tend to the customers. he'd be lying if he said he wasn't staring at your ass, but it’s not a lie if he doesn't say it right?

"samu?" there's that nickname again, the one you deemed him ever since that interview for the part time job. "this customer says you forgot to give her a part of her order"

"no i didn't"

"yeah, look" you approach him with the receipt in hand, pointing to a small part of the inked writing. "see?"

he can't see. or at least he can't see the receipt. he's too focused on you, pressing up against him. he knows you're not at fault, but you couldn't be that innocent.

you couldn't be innocent enough to not know the things you were doing to him, the things you were making him feel, the urges that blossomed with every lingering look and longing touch you left on his body. you just couldn't be.

right?

yet, even when his idiotic brother dropped by his shop and shamelessly started flirting with you, you, it seemed like you didn't catch onto what he was doing.

"what's the freakiest place you've ever had sex in?" the fake blond asked, and osamu would've stopped him, if he wasn't curious to hear the answer for himself. still, he doesn't drive his full attention away from the counters he's been wiping, seemingly focused on the simple task.

you chuckled awkwardly under your breath. "that's inappropriate, tsu-"

"c'mon, tell me" he bumps his elbow against yours "can't be that bad"

"no i-... i've never uhm..." osamu can tell you're stumbling and stuttering to find an answer, so he lends you a few helping words.

"'tsumu” he calls "will ya stop harrassin' my employees?"

"'m just talkin' to her samu, no need to make a big fuss" he downs the last of his food and leaves, supposedly in a sudden rush.

it doesn't seem like it’s been hours since then, but the moon hangs low, and the crickets sing outside the window in spite of the late hour. despite the passing of time, not a single word has been said between you and your boss about the conversation you had with his brother, and every minute that passes only seems to thicken the tension between the two of you.

"shit" you mumble, mostly to yourself. you didn’t expect him to shoot up from his place, bent down searching through the lower cabinets.

"watch yer mouth" he says, an evident frown on his face, where he would once smile at you and nod in greeting.

"sorry" you reply, lip pouting slightly while you cleaned off your finger with a paper towel "just got a papercut" the blood tints the paper red and you wince at the stinging sensation.

"here" he holds out his hand to examine yours, even though you already cleaned most of it off, there's still a slight trickle of blood. he wipes it out with the towel he always hangs on his shoulder.

as he cleans your hand, he can't help but think about how it'd look so pretty wrapped around his cock. it would certainly bring more relief than his fist after all this time he's spent thinking about you while stroking himself late at night.

it’s not the first time thoughts like these cloud osamu's mind, but this time he's a little less discreet about it. he stares at your hand like he wants to devour it, and you'd be a fool not to notice it.

"samu?" you call out to his faraway mind, and he snaps out of his thoughs, loosening his grip around your hand.

"right" he mumbles, clearing his throat "sorry"

"thank you" you almost whisper, if he wasn't so close to you, he probably wouldn't have heard it.

he turns and goes back to the cabinets, thinking about what you answered earlier. you'd never what? had sex? were you that uncorrupted?

it would make sense to him, and it would help ease the pain of seeing you let his brother flirt with you like he wasn't even there, but those are all selfish reasons he wants to believe, and he's too scared to ask.

apparently not scared enough.

“what were ya talkin’ about with my brother” he asks, nonchalant as ever, making your breath hitch as you turned around hesitantly.

“we were just chatting” you say, the slightest purse on your lips that tried to relieve the nervousness of the conversation.

“sorry about that” he apologizes. “he can be annoyin’ sometimes”

“oh no, he wasn’t” you lie, clenching around the table cloth you held in your hands. even if the talk had been going smoothly, you still felt on edge after the question his brother left you thinking about. “he was really friendly”

“really?” his hands find comfort in his pockets, and if you’d looked close enough, you would’ve seen the slight smirk in his lip, one that indicates how eager he is to hear what you had to say. “then why didn’ you answer his question?”

if only you knew how much it mattered to him, to know if you were a pretty untouched virgin or not. osamu miya likes to go for girls like you, college girls who look for a quick cashgrab as a part time employee, innocent little girls who unknowingly fall for his charms and next thing you know he’s ruining them with his cock.

but you feel different, you feel delicate. like a pretty piece of porcelain he might break if he continues to toy with you under his calloused hands. yet, he can’t help but think about how perfect he finds your body. perfectly ripe and ready to be filled to the brim with his seed, the perfect age to be plump and round with a child. his child.

“does it matter?”

oh, it does, especially when he pins you against the counter and grips your cheeks between his thumb and his index finger. “samu?” you ask, displaying that innocent look on your face he’d grown to hate.

“i told ya to watch yer mouth” his hands roam down your body until they grab at the back of your thighs. “now jump”

“samu i- i’ve never done anything like-“

“i said jump” hesitant with your actions, you jump and wrap your legs around his waist as he settles you on the shop counter, where he takes off your pants and runs a finger over your clothes slit.

“please” you grip his wrist and beg in hopes for him to stop, but he slaps it away, pinning them behind you with his other hand. he slides your panties down your legs and plays with your clit, circling the nub with his fingertips and watching as your expression changes from one of fear to pleasure.

“please what?” his breath shudders against your neck, where he nuzzles his head and finds comfort in your scent. he slowly inserts a finger into your hole, scanning your face and searching for any signs of discomfort, despite him practically forcing you into this position.

you’re not strong enough to answer him, too lost in the way his fingers feel inside you. you’d been too afraid to do anything by yourself, but god did it feel so good when you gave yourself up to him, slightly bucking your hips into his thrusting fingers and arching your back into his frame.

he’s fond of every little expression you make, the bite of your lips, the clench of your thighs around his hand, and the tilt of your head, willingly granting him access to the skin, all for him to mark, bite and suck. all for him to claim as his.

“d’ya like it?” he asks, putting another one of his fingers to use inside your tight walls, feeling them clench and suck his fingers back inside every time he was close to taking them out.

“yes! yes! i-i... mmh!” you can’t even finish the sentence, not only because you’re sobbing and clenching around his digits uncontrollably at the foreign yet pleasurable sensation, but also because his lips suddenly enclosed yours in a hungry kiss.

he didn’t even have to put up a fight with you, pleased to find you let him do whatever he wanted with your mouth. his tongue tangles with yours in a passionate clash of lips, until he pulls away at the feeling of your hips wildly bucking against his hand, a sign of your inevitable orgasm approaching.

“feels weird ‘samu! ‘s-‘samu please!” the implication of your sensations being new to you made his cock strained against his pants, threatening the thick fabric of his jeans to snap if he grew even harder. the tight knot in your stomach finally snaps when he curls his fingers, sending you into ecstasy as your vision blocked out and you moaned uncontrollably loud.

still, after everything, osamu hasn’t forgotten where he is, and he knows his shop isn’t a decent place to lose your virginity. so he puts you down with shaky legs and slips up your panties, catching you before your trembling thighs can treason you and make you fall.

“do ya have a car here?” he says, grabbing his keys from the counter and puts a hand on your hip, guiding you over to the door which he locks before he continues to walk to his car. the dim lighting of the parking made this the perfect spot, if he were to fuck you in his car, no one would see it. but he has self control, or at least he tells himself that.

“no, my friend usually picks me up” he hums an answer and opens the passenger door to his car.

“i live a few minutes from here” he explains “wanna come over?” he asks, fully aware that he’s taking a leap of faith and you could just refuse him. but that’s not the case, and he’s more than happy to see you hesitantly get in his car and put your bag in your lap, covering yourself as much as you can since he ‘forgot’ to give you back your shorts.

the short ride to his house is awkwardly silent, and terribly torturous. his hand had found home in your thigh, and it had only sent an ache between your legs like you’d never felt before, prompting a clench from your thighs every so often.

he wasn’t lying, he only lived ten minutes away from his shop, but the distance seemed so much longer when his lingering touch would leave you high with the need for more.

“you ready?” he asks, holding the door open for you again as he waits for you to take his hand and get out of his car. he’s quick with hoisting you up and wrapping your thighs against his hips, carrying you to his doorway and leading the way to his room. there, he gently placed you on the bed and stripped off his clothing, taking off the apron he should’ve taken off at the shop, his shirt, his pants and—

“eager?” he can see the wanting look in your eyes, he’d be a fool not to notice it. his voice only startles you out of your thoughts, enough to make you stand up and take off your shirt as well, now fully exposed to him if it weren’t for the bra covering up your tits. there’s only so much he can hold back, but right now, with those pretty puppy eyes you unintentionally give him, he just can’t help it when he takes off your bra and slightly suckles at your nipple, circling his tongue around your perky nub and watching your face warm up in embarrassment.

he takes you to his bed again, this time while he plants kisses all over your neck. he’s hungry with the way he nips and bites at the skin, leaving a trail of teeth marks that would need to be covered up in the morning. in the morning, because right now, you couldn’t be bothered to care about anything else other than the way he rutted against you.

his cock already seemed big when he hadn’t taken off his briefs, so it shouldn’t have come as a surprise when he slipped them off and rubbed his tip against your clit, right?

he was huge, thick tip dripping precum, with a girth that looked too big to be real, pulsing against your pussy. he positions it against your drooling hole, using your slick to lube up his tip and feeling— metal?

you sit up, leaning against your elbows to see the prince albert piercing that runs along his tip, metal jewelry threatening to slip into your pussy, but you put a hand on his chest to stop him.

“i-it won’t fit!” you kick and shake your thighs around him, only for him to put your ankles together and fold your legs over his shoulder, pinning you down and slipping in the pierced head of his cock. you wince and gasp at the sudden stretch, silenced by his mouth clashing against yours, eagerly nipping at your bottom lip, desperate to drink in all your saccharine moans.

“good girl” he praises, slipping in inch by inch of his cock into your tight virgin walls “fuck- this tight little cunt is suckin’ me in, want ma cock princess? yeah? gonna stuff ya full of me ‘til ya can’t even speak, you’ll just be a dumb baby for me”

“hurts!” your words only drive him closer to shoving himself in one smooth thrust, but he holds back, he sees how much you struggle to take barely half of him, he wants to make this good for you to. he wants to make your first time your best time, the one you’ll remember and think about if you ever fuck another man. he wants to mold your insides to fit his cock perfectly, he wants to train you to be his perfect little girl who won’t find another way to get off if she doesn’t have his cock, he wants you to depend on him to always make you feel good.

“‘s ok princess” he leans down, folding you into a mating press as he kisses your neck and slips in the last of his cock, covered in a thin layer of white sheen. “my good girl, creamin’ around me” he mumbles against your ear while he starts a slow pace into your pussy, carefully rutting his hips into you, almost afraid he would break you. “so pretty”

“please!” you sob, tears stream down your face despite his carefulness, it would break his heart, but he can feel the way your own body betrays you, clenching around him and pulling him in for more of the delicious sensation of his cock dragging against your walls. “so big! c-can’t take it!”

“sure ya can, look” he puts a hand to your tummy, guiding you to do the same as he puts his hand over yours. there’s a small bulge, that appears and disappears whenever he thrusts in and out. “you’re takin’ it so well princess, keep yer hand right there” his other hand starts working tight circles against your clit, making you throw back your head at the sudden sensation.

“no! if you do that i-!”

“what are ya gonna do? cum? clench around my cock like yer doin’ right now every time i praise ya?” you fist the sheets to your sides, anything to relieve the aching between your legs and the tight knot that keeps forming in your stomach again.

“please don’t!” you desperately paw at his wrist, only to be slapped away and for him to increase the speed of his cock, rutting into your with more force. suddenly, the head of his piercing hits a different spot, one that left you gasping for air and arching your back against the mattress. “ah! right there- right there ‘samu!”

“yeah? you like it when i fuck ya right there?” he parrots, angling his hips at the same spot over and over, abusing it until he’s sloppily thrusting into you, on the verge of cumming and spilling all his load into you. “my pretty girl, moanin’ like a bitch in heat, all because i’m makin’ ya feel good”

“yes ‘samu! please please, please m-make me feel good! wanna cum, please!” fresh tears roll down your cheeks as you scream and beg for him, unwillingly rutting your hips against him as you cum around his cock, your high too much for your sensitive body as you whine uncontrollably when he doesn’t stop. you’re too overstimulated to say a word, gone too dumb on his cock to even realize that you’re babbling little nonsense words about how good you feel, and how much you want him.

“dumb lil’ thing” he says, giving one sharp, final thrust before he empties his load between your legs, deep inside you, careful not to move you too much in fear of his cum spilling out of your clenching hole.

he’s right, you are a dumb little thing, because as soon as he pulls out you’re desperately bucking your hips, blindly searching for him in hope he would fill up the sudden emptiness in your pussy, unintentionally spilling all his hard work between your thighs.

“no!” he grunts, slapping your thigh and grounding you to the mattress as you wince in pain, dark color blossoming at the skin where he’d placed the spank. “look what you’ve done, bad fuckin’ girl” he says, the sudden tone shift sends a tinge of fear all over your body, and you’re reduced to nothing but a kin to a stray puppy, a terrible look of guilt in your eyes, even if you don’t realize what you’ve done wrong.

“look at the mess you made” he mumbles, flipping you over and placing ass up “now i’m gonna have to fill ya up all over again”

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martellprincess-writes · 2 years

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haikyuu!! bad boyfriends: matsukawa issei

includes: DARK CONTENT // 20+ // minors & under-20s DO NOT INTERACT please // NONCON + extreeeme misogyny and sexism, bully!mattsun, toxic relationship, oral (m! receiving), f! reader, lots of cumplay, sadism, degradation, dacryphilia, slap to the face (f! receiving), jealousy, annoying asshole antics

summary: Mattsun likes women where they belong. On their knees and covered in his cum.

this is for @diavohoe cumllab which means the main character is not mattsun, it’s mattsun’s cum. thanks for letting me join!

wc: 1.7k

bad boyf m. list

tagging the lovelies @hanayanetwork 🌸 @hqintheclub

Mattsun fucking loves women. How eager they are to please. To put anyone and everyone — especially men — in front of their own needs, their own safety, their own self worth. Anything to make sure everyone around them feels comfortable while they get pushed around and withered down.

Right now, he has one right where she belongs — you — on your knees in front of him. He leans back into the couch, shuddering as your mouth pumps his dick. He tenses, face screwing as stifled moans escape through his teeth, holding the back of your head to pull you in further. He knows he’s shoving himself too far into your throat, making you take more of him than you can handle, but he also knows you’re too much of a people-pleaser to say anything, and that you’ll suffer in silence as long as it means he’s happy.

He thrusts his hips into you, smacking his groin against your face as he reaches his peak. He fills your mouth, thick spurts exploding that cover your tongue, your teeth, your gums. He pumps again and again, making sure to shove his sperm in deep. His thick, veiny dick glides against your tastebuds, forcing his salty sweet essence into every pore of your tongue. You don’t know he has a goal, a sound he wants to hear. The thick choking — ah, there it is. Drool pools at the corner of your lips, your eyes watering hopelessly when he finally relents, pulling himself out of your mouth with a pop.

Mattsun sinks into the couch, groaning before he takes deep breaths. You stay absolutely still, just like you’re supposed to.

When he has enough energy to hold his head up, he looks down at you, seeing you on all fours. The way you lean forward on your palms, it’s like you’re asking him for permission to be done already. He’s not.

Mattsun leans forward, swiping his thumb from one corner of your mouth, all under your chin, collecting the mix of your saliva and his juices, hot, thick, gooey. He squeezes your cheeks, looking at the white ooze on your pretty pink. God, he loves your fucking mouth. He loves ruining what you love. You take care of yourself, always prim, proper and polite. You take care of your oral hygiene too, always carrying around a case full of floss picks, tongue scrapers, a toothbrush, toothpaste, mouthwash. He loves ruining the things you care about. And he loves that you take it. That you wait patiently for him to admire his work while he squeezes your pout, sticking your tongue out the entire time until he finally lets go. He rubs his finger over your lips, spreading his cum around like it’s lip balm. Like it’s good for you. Like he’s doing you a favor, bestowing a gift.

He squeezes your cheeks more, shoving his finger in to rub his present up and down your tongue.

“Did you like that, baby?”

You nod silently, eyes wide and anxious to please.

He huffs, letting you go. “‘Course you did.”

You close your mouth and swallow before he slaps you across the face. You freeze, your head tilted away from him as a curtain of hair falls forward to cover you. You’ve told him before you’re okay with it, anything to satisfy him, anything to make him happy, but he knows it’s wrong. He knows women aren��t meant to be treated this way, tossed around and basically spit on. But you’re just so sweet about it, so understanding and eager to over-compromise that he can’t help opening the pandora’s box to his wildest fantasies.

Mattsun sees how your hand shakes before you fist the edge of your skirt to ground yourself. You look at him and smile thin-lipped, as if your smile will distract the sight of tears prickling at the edges of your eyes. God, what a fucking sight. He’d come all over your face if he could. All over your teary eyes, pink cheeks, shakey smile. He’d get it stuck in your lashes, your brows, your hair. He’d make you massage your face in it.

Mattsun leans back again, his grin so wide his teeth might as well sparkle. You rub your cheek before wiping your mouth at the back of your hand as he looks at his fingers. “Get me something to wipe this off, will you?”

You do as he says without a fuss, getting on your feet. He enjoys the view of your ass in your tight pencil skirt. You were in your office clothes. You’d rushed back to your shared apartment during your lunch break, always doing the best you could to balance priorities of your career and your relationship and give Mattsun any free minute you could so he wouldn’t get mean.

As you come back from the kitchen with a rag in hand, Mattsun spots the softest hint of irritation on your face. He smiles, tugging at your wrist instead when you hand him the towel. He yanks hard enough so you lose your footing and fall over him. He catches you by your waist, flipping you onto your back so you lie on the couch. He crawls over you—

“I have to get back to work!” you whine.

Mattsun lies on top of you, squeezing a breast before he struggles with your skirt. His hand snakes behind your ass, trying to find the zipper. You don’t help until he looks at you expectantly, making you groan as you bring his hand to the side of your waist.

After he undoes the zipper, Mattsun yanks the skirt up your waist further, exposing your thighs as his hands crawl in. He rips your panties apart, because of course he does. Why would he ever feel it necessary to respect your belongings?

He pulls his dick out of his sweats again, sinking himself into you. You arch, pushing your hands against his chest as his girth stretches you out. He bunches the fabric of your skirt at your stomach, spreading your legs wider and wider so you can accommodate his large build.

Mattsun sinks his head against the crook of your neck, groaning as he thrusts into you. His hand tugs as the root of your hair, holding you in place as his shoulder blades pinch. Your hands rest patiently against the sides of his waist, feeling his obliques tense and stretch through his shirt. He gets more and more reckless, pounding into you like he wants to hurt you. Your cheeks heat at the thought of your neighbors, hoping they’re not around to hear the sound of skin slapping against skin in the middle of a workday.

You know he’s almost done when his grunts turn to moans, but Mattsun’s hands reach the top of your blouse, ripping your shirt apart. The buttons fly— “Issei!”— as he pulls out and sits back.

You try to sit up but he pins your arms under his shins, stroking his throbbing cock in your face. White spurts release again, spitting in your face. He aims all over, getting it on your bare chest, your rosey cheeks, your beautiful eyes, your supple lips (conveniently opened as you gasp in shock). His warm cum, even more dense this time around, gets stuck in your lashes and hair. Mattsun smiles down at you, buzzing with glee over the sight.

“You look so fucking sexy like this, baby.”

“Why’d you do that? I have to get to work!” You try to wipe one particularly thick shot off your eye but Mattsun instead grabs your hands, making you rub his cum all over your face.

“Issei!” you cry, your chest going red as anger sets you on fire.

You slip a hand out of his to smack him, only able to reach for his shoulder while he takes over the concept of using his cum as your facial moisturizer. He glides it all over your face, slipping some more into your mouth. He pries your mouth open with his fingers, exposing your gums. Mattsun laughs, completely overjoyed and giddy seeing his seed stuck in every crevice. He hooks one finger into your cheek, pulling so your head tilts to the side. He spits on your face, adding his saliva to the mix along your teeth.

You struggle to get out from under him, eventually rolling off the couch and onto the floor as he takes your spot and lies down. He watches as you hurry away, shimmying that tight fucking skirt down your wide hips before you turn the corner to the bathroom.

Mattsun hears the sink run, catching his breath with a soft hmm.

But he’s kind of a magnet to you and follows eventually. He leans his cheek against the door frame, watching you struggle to salvage your makeup.

Your eyes are on the absolute last verge of full-on sobbing. God, you’re so beautiful like this. Frustrated beyond belief with him all over you. It would turn him on if he didn’t just go for two rounds.

Pft, would — it does. Especially when you whimper and stomp your foot, at your wit’s end with him. He relishes in the way you shove past him, grabbing your phone from your purse. You text furiously before you toss it onto the counter, storming back into the bathroom.

Mattsun walks to your phone while you shut the door, the shower head turning on.

He looks over his shoulder at the door, kind of wanting to join you. Nah, he’s pushed you to your limit. He’ll leave you alone for a bit. Although his blood is rushing yet again at the sight of you frustrated to the point of tears.

Mattsun puts your password in — of course he knows it — and reads your messages. Ugh. It’s your boss.

You: Hi Daichi — sorry, I had an emergency. I’m going to be late getting back to the office. I’ll keep you updated Daichi: It’s no problem. Take your time and take care of whatever it is you need to. No rush

Mattsun rolls his eyes, tossing your phone back on the counter. He stuffs his hands in his pockets, clicking his tongue as he stares at the door. Damn, you are such a turn-on. And damn, that boss of yours is such a prick. He hears you both in conference calls, how much he values your input and turns to you for advice. Your confidence at works grates.

Mattsun walks up to the bathroom door, twisting the handle…

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thetempleofnyx · 2 years

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summary: ahem ahem. for my ted talk i will be discussing osamu and his breeding kink

wc: 331

cw: mentions of pregnancy, getting someone pregnant, babies. and i think that's it! please let me know if ive missed something.

not proofread, so dont perceive typos. i have smooth brain. :)

pt. 2

he pumps you full of his cum nearly every night because he is determined to get you pregnant. after filling you up, he will push in a plug to make sure it sticks and that nothing goes to waste.

ideally he wants a bunch of tiny miyas. but because he always had atsumu, he is ok with at least two, close in age so they would never be alone.

being a twin himself, he is more likely to have twins and would be over the moon if you gave him a set of twins! so he works hard to try and make that a reality.

i see osamu as a total girl dad but he would be the best dad to whoever you bring into the world.

he is in love with the idea of the tiny miyas running around onigiri miya after school or on the weekends before opening. showing them the ropes and having them be his tiny sous chefs. they're on payroll as well and their compensation is treats from dad!

osamu would love love love you when you're pregnant. he is in awe of your ability to nourish, take care of and grow a tiny human. he would think you're stunning so osamu would worship you and your body. you wouldn't have to lift a finger, anything you want, he will provide. he wouldn't allow for any negative feelings around your appearance and growing body. he thinks you look so sexy, round and glowing because of him. definitely turns him on and makes him want you and he wont hesitate to let you know.

he would be the type to always have a large hand on your tummy. will whisper to the baby how he's so excited to meet them and to get know them, how he cant wait until they finally greet him in the world. he would be filled with so much anticipation and love. he can't express just how much he loves you and the tiny person inside you.

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sunatooru · 2 years

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Favourite

Idol!(f)reader x Bodyguard!Iwaizumi smut

Submission for my Idolverse Collab

1.1k

Warnings: smut 18+ minors do not interact, afab reader, unprotected sex, slight choking, biting, dry humping, praise/minor degradation, ‘sir’ used once, ‘good girl’ mentioned, creampie

You wave happily at you fans as you exit the venue. Stopping ever few seconds to take selfies and sign autographs. It was a rush greeting them all, the hands reaching out for you and chanting your name. But your bodyguard was always behind you to keep you safe.

A sign catches your eye and makes you stop in your steps. ‘Good luck kiss for my exams?’ You grin as you reach up to the fan and give them a peck on the corner of their mouth. The surrounding crowd screams as you walk away.

When you finally make it out, you feel yourself cool down. Stretching as you make your way to your hotel room. You open the door and throw yourself onto the bed, sighing into the soft covers. You turn to see your bodyguard staring at you.

“It was just a little kiss.” You explain but his jaw ticks.

“I didn’t say anything.”

“You didn’t have to.” You stand up and strut towards him. He looks so handsome in his uniform. Shirt fitting just right to highlight the bulges in his arms.

You raise your hand to fix his in-ear piece becoming loose. Running your fingers down his jaw and over his throat. You bite your lip as you watch his Adam’s apple bounce, leaning forward to hover you lips over his and smirking when his lips part slightly. You try to turn and walk away but he catches your wrist and traps your back against the wall.

“Always get what you want, don’t you?” He stares into your eyes, licking his lips.

“So hot…wanna just fuck you on stage.” He confesses and you chuckle at him.

“Getting tired of the hotels, baby?” You smirk at you bodyguard. He knew you in and out, and always knew how to fuck you after you tease him with fans.

“Maybe. Maybe I should just show your fans how much of a slut their idol really is. Should I show them how much you cream around my cock, baby?” His lewd words makes your stomach heat up.

You bite your lip as you crawl your hands over his torso, pulling him closer so you can grind yourself against his thigh.

“Hajime…” you whine, his thigh inching higher to give you contact.

He grabs your jaw and makes you focus on him, rubbing his thumb over your lips before sliding it inside your mouth.

“Fuck. You make me so hard…gonna fuck that pussy until it’s full. You got that?” He raises his eyebrows and you nod.

“Yes, sir.” He groans as he smashes his lips to yours.

You moan onto his mouth, his hand pushing your lower back into him. He spreads you thighs apart with his knee, sliding his thigh to nudge your entrance. You whine at the touch, griping his shirt as he moves his lips onto your neck.

He licks over your skin, sucking and pulling at it before giving it a little bite. He groans deeply when you thrust your hips against his bulge. This cock twitches in his trousers when he gazes into your blown out pupils. He looks over your dazed expression and quickly drags you into bed. He lays you on the bed, discarding his shirt as he kisses you. You slide your hand over his chiselled chest, fingers bumping over his abs before you tug with his waistband.

“Off Haji…” you pout and he laughs.

“So impatient.” He raises the bottom of your shirt up, trailing kisses over your stomach before reaching your chest.

He runs a finger over your bra, unhooking it quickly to free your tits.

“Fucking beautiful.” He stretches his neck to fill his mouth with your nipple, sucking and swirling his tongue around it as he grinds against your core.

You grip his hair, tugging it when he adds more pressure.

“Please Hajiii…inside me, please” you beg, lifting your hips up for more.

He lets you free his erection. You lick your lips as you watch it bounces. Hard and thick. He smirks at your expression, pulling off your own clothes until he’s spreading your thighs open. His cock twitches when he eyes how wet you are, rubbing his finger over your slit and putting it into his mouth.

“Mmm, I’ll eat you out later.” He promises and you hum.

He lines his cock with your entrance, slowly sliding it in until he hunches over you. You grab his shoulders as he pounds into you, moaning out his name as he fucks you.

“Shit…who’s pussy is this? Huh? Your fans wish they could fuck you like this. Only me though, right? Your favourite bodyguard.” He grunts, wrapping his hand around your neck as he leans back.

“Yea Hajime, ahh fuck, only you…always you.” He pulls back and thrusts into you sharply, making you arch your back from the force.

“That’s it baby, take my cock like a good girl. Pretty, talents girl. You’re so wet, yeah squeeze me just like that, baby.” He moans, bending your knee and fucking you faster.

Your chest raises rapidly, eyes drooping as you feel him hit your spot over and over. You open your mouth wide, moaning and screaming out his name as he angles deeper. You can feel your stomach turning, your pussy fluttering against his cock. You almost jerk forward when you feel his wet thumb circle your clit, slowly adding pressure as he watches your tits bounce.

“G’cum haji-fuck! Don’t stop please please please-“ you plead, tears forming in the corner of your eyes as his balls slap against you.

“Yeah? Gonna cum on my cock?” He growls and you mewl in response.

“Go ahead, baby. Cum on my cock like a good girl.” He leans forward and kisses you again, hips starting to stutter as he feels himself getting close.

You wrap your legs around him, pulling him close as you cry out in pleasure. He fucks you through your high, chasing his as he fills your cunt up. He shudders and lets out a deep groan, panting over you as his hips jerk forward a little.

He sloppily kisses the top of your head, looking down to see his cum drool out your cunt when he pulls out. You grab his face and kiss him passionately, rubbing his cheeks and smiling tiredly against his lips.

You’re about to say something when a knock interrupts you. A voice letting you know you’re needed in hair and make up for a short interview. You sigh against his lips, shouting out a quick response. He sits you up, wiping your face and smiling.

“Time to go, superstar.” He grumbles.

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shockinglysubmissive · 3 years

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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.

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nanengko · 3 years

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𝙀𝙔𝙀𝙎 𝙊𝙉 𝙈𝙀 —

atsumu x f!reader [ft. msby]

requested and written for @deareren:

hey! could i maybe ask of you to write me a little smutty something with a really possessive atsumu who just doesn't like the idea of having to share your attention with other people? he can be as needy, clingy and dominant as you feel would match it best. i just want to fantasise about him making me repeat his name over and over again as he marks me up 🥺👉🏼👈🏼

18+ ONLY | DARK CONTENT | MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

NOTES: tysm for requesting, i had so much fun writing this for you! i added a couple extra things, but i hope it's still to your liking <3; network: @hqintheclub

GENRE: smut

SUMMARY: you love him and he loves you, but this time you'll really see how deep it goes

CONTENT: [DC ⚠️ possessive behaviour; possessive thoughts; jealousy]; atsumu; f!reader; msby; established relationship; alcohol mention (atsumu and reader are not drunk); the act of marking with hickies (no description of how it appears on skin); dirty talk; mirror sex; impact play (x1 slap); manhandling; creampie; reader is called sweetheart and baby

WORDS: 3.1k+

It's off putting—a restless weight in Atsumu's chest that threatens his common sense. He shouldn't be feeling this way, knows it's not right, but that weight settles and digs its claws deeper the more he watches. Your attention is too precious, too valuable to be spent on anyone other than himself.

Maybe it started when Meian placed his hand on your lower back, guiding and welcoming you into his penthouse for yet another after-game party. It was an odd sight that had Atsumu's brows raising and his jaw tensing. Why did he have to touch you like that?

Or maybe it was when he heard you laughing at one of Bokuto's drunken jokes with that spellbinding voice of yours. It's downright intoxicating, and to this day still causes Atsumu's heart to race. So, if it's directed towards anyone else, he can't help but scrunch his face with distaste.

It could have been the way he saw your eyes light up when talking with Hinata. Anyone who has the pleasure of meeting your gaze would notice how alluring your eyes are—how can they not? Even Atsumu, who has stared into them countless times before, still gets lost in them.

It may also be the sweet smile you gave while complimenting Sakusa's spike from the earlier game, and Atsumu definitely saw him give you the faintest smile back. Why does Sakusa get to see your smile while hearing your words of praise? What about the set that he did so that spike could happen in the first place? Where's your words of praise for him?

It's all of that, and he's bothered. The nag is constant and an annoyance that makes him want to show everyone that you're his, and his alone.

Atsumu sits on the couch with an expression on his face that mirrors exactly how he's feeling inside. The energy he emits has the rest of the guests gravitating away, leaving him alone to mull in his silent jealousy. Last he saw, you were with some of his teammates, and he's wishing you would just come sit with him instead.

The mixture of voices around him is loud, and the music is even louder, but the thoughts in his head are screaming at him the loudest. He closes his eyes and curses underneath his breath, leaning his head back to regain some sort of control.

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Currently, you’re squished shoulder to shoulder between large-bodied athletes. Through their drunken haze, their voices and words are gruff and vulgar, and you want nothing more, but to go see your boyfriend. He made some excuse earlier to go “cool off” and you haven’t seen him since.

The conversation at hand seems to be going nowhere except in substanceless circles, and your mind keeps wandering back to a certain person. Carefully, you pry a heavy arm off your shoulder, and quietly slip away from the group—too caught up in whatever they're talking about to notice.

The lights are dim, and there's a sea of people, but you spot familiar tufts of blonde peeking from above one of the couches. Sneaking your way past the crowd, you stop in front of your boyfriend.

Taking a moment to yourself, you let your gaze roam over him. "Tired?" An innocent question naive to the ferocity of his mind.

The soft familiarity of your voice has his eyes instantly opening. "Baby," he straightens himself before interlocking his fingers with yours to keep you in place, as if afraid you would leave him again. "Not exactly tired." He places a kiss to the back of your hand, his piercing eyes never once leaving yours.

Giggling, you step closer towards him. "Then why are you just sitting here by yourself?" There’s a curious tilt to your head and you give his hands a reassuring squeeze.

He waits a moment before responding, "Just thinkin'."

Your smile widens, "About?"

"Things." He takes your other hand to place another kiss.

Your brows furrow at how vague he's being, it's not like him to be so indirect. "Things like?"

His strong grip tightens around before he pulls, and you’re suddenly falling into his lap. "Things like how I want ya all to myself, sweetheart." His voice is deep and smooth, but the overwhelming intensity in his tone makes your heart skip a beat.

"What do you mean? You already have me all to yourself." You tell him like it's the most obvious thing while hiding your face into his neck to press an endearing kiss to his jaw.

"Yes, but it seems like there's some people who don't fuckin’ see that." It's a whispered snarl underneath his breath that’s spoken through gritted teeth, and it’s barely audible when it gets lost in the surrounding noise.

You bring your face up to look at him, “Hm?”

The only response that comes to Atsumu’s mind is a kiss. It's frenzied, desperate, and the way his mouth locks onto yours only conveys more of his possession. That familiar warmth starts to dust your cheeks when you hear a low whistle and some laughter from somewhere behind, but you shyly comply and kiss him back.

Your kiss is chaste and sweet, a drastic contrast to what he's looking for and needs, and you gently break away. “They can see," you quietly hiss, eyes narrowing the slightest bit.

"So? Let 'em." A firm tone that he matches with a challenging spark that crosses his eye.

You bite at your lip while insecurity begins to gnaw at your composure, and you take a discreet look around. You're too focused on the potential stares and drunken hollers to notice your boyfriend's jealous pout.

A rough palm comes to the side of your face, firmly guiding you back to face him. “Eyes on me, sweetheart.”

You stare into his eyes, and your discomfort doesn't pass him. "Believe me, I want to. Just not here."

He grumbles in silent understanding, "Okay. Sorry," mentally berating himself for acting so stupid, but you stand and take his hand, pulling and leading him down a hallway.

You push him into the first unlocked room you see with a laugh, the music and noise muffling with the shut of the door.

He takes a look around and smiles, "A bathroom? Didn't think ya had it in ya."

Placing an open hand onto his chest, you give him a playful shove. "You're the one who's being so needy."

He holds his hands up in defeat, but grabs your wrist, keeping your palm pressed against him. You can feel the rise and fall of his chest with every breath, and his face only gets closer.

"Yeah, baby? Ya think? Well, it's not easy watching ya when it's not with me," he murmurs gently against your lips before kissing you once more.

The flutter in your chest only intensifies with the way his mouth moves against yours; it's long and fevered, but soon turns urgent, selfish even. Hands cup your cheeks, guiding your movements to satisfy his need of having you.

So lost in the way his mouth feels and meshes against your own, your knees buckle underneath the heavy tension in the room, but he’s there—catching and roughly pinning you against the door. It thuds against the frame, and you can hear the drowned out music and voices coming from the other side, reminding you of where you are and what you’re about to do.

Breaking away for the briefest moment to catch your breath, you lean your forehead against his chest. He lets out a frustrated groan that seems to border more of a growl, and slots a thigh in between your legs.

There’s a deep inhale against your hair and he pauses, “Ya smell different.” It’s a simple observation that seems to strike him harder than he initially lets on because it’s a scent that hints notes of an expensive cologne that definitely doesn’t belong to him.

Too dumbfounded by his tone and the nature of his statement, you stay silent. “Answer me, sweetheart.” He presses his muscled thigh against your cunt, warning you to respond.

The more pressure he adds, the more obvious your need becomes—gasping, digging your fingers onto his biceps, and pathetically grinding yourself back onto him for some relief.

Astonished eyes peer up at him. “Oh, I–It’s probably from when I was with the team earlier...Tsumu, what's gotten into you?" You ask him with all the innocence you can muster, but you would be lying to yourself if you said the way he’s acting wasn’t such a turn-on.

His hands continue to hold your face, and he leans over, resting his head against the door. “Again,” he bites out harshly.

You stall for what seems like forever, unsure of what it is that he wants, “Again?”

His face finds comfort hiding into the side of your neck, “My name. Say it,” his tone seems to soften, but the possessive edge still cuts deep.

There’s a warmth between your legs and your voice seems to be caught in your throat, but you gather your courage, “Tsumu,” it’s a breathy whisper, quiet and soft, but it’s all the motivation he needs to hear.

A sigh of his relief, hot and long rushes past, then there’s a feathery tingle that courses through your body—a barrage of lips and teeth dragging and sucking along your neck that sends your senses into a heightened overdrive. The more he pushes you against the door, the more obvious the heavy tremble of the bass is against your back; your head rolls to the side, biting your cheek to swallow down a moan.

He has your body mapped from the countless amount of times he’s touched you. If you were a canvas, and his lips a brush, there would be no doubt in either of your minds that every inch on your body would be covered with traces of him. But, he needs more, just that isn’t enough because having traces of another on you infuriates him to no end.

"Turn around, bend over the sink." His words are stern, and you obediently listen, while suppressing an excited smile.

There's a large mirror in front of you, it's intimidating, yet the thought of watching your boyfriend ruin you has you so enticed. You stare into the reflection, and he's looking right back. He's so handsome, but the darkening glint in his eye and ferality in his smile makes him even more deadly.

Large hands grip around your waist, then a muscled chest is pressing against your back, forcing you down and bending you further against the marble. It's cold, but his lips against the shell of your ear and his weight so deliciously pressing against you warms you in more ways than one.

“Think of me, and only me,” it’s a desperate plea that he emphasizes by leaving his claim along the column of your neck.

You watch his impatient hands pull off your shirt, exposing more of your skin for his taking. He's rough, almost angry in the way he sheds your body of your shirt and bra. He grabs hold of your upper arms, pulling you upright against his chest with so much ease, and with your bare tits reflecting back in the mirror for you both to see. Your hands react to cover yourself when shyness starts to creep, but he frowns and clicks his tongue in disapproval.

He pins them back to your sides, “Don’t hide from me.” Those same hands cup each swell of your breast, roughly kneading as if it would somehow erase all traces of other hands that have come before.

In the lewdness and obscenity of it all, and in some hidden darkened desire to watch your boyfriend have his way with you, you can’t bring yourself to look away. Your body relaxes against him, head weakly rolling against his shoulder, and you stare back into the deep reflection of his eyes.

“Atta girl,” he whispers into your ear, his lips once again grazing your neck, “Anyone else ever take care of ya like this?”

“N—No,” you gasp at the suction and soft pressure building against a sensitive spot underneath your ear, “Not like you, Tsumu.”

His smirk only grows, loving how you try to respond so casually, but your stammers and whimpers tell how you're barely hanging on, and it's all because of him. It makes him wild, seeing you crumble underneath his touch, for your thoughts to be filled with only him, and for his name to fall from your lips.

His mouth pops off with a wet smack, and your thighs squeeze together when you feel his fingertips graze underneath your skirt, but flinch at the quick slap to the side of your thigh. “Keep ‘em open,” he grits while rolling his hips against the curve of your ass.

His fingers hook into the damp crotch of your panties, peeling them down from your warm slick-covered cunt with a wicked smile. “So fuckin’ wet, baby,” his thumb rubs between your folds, “And who’s all this for, hm?” He coos with a feigned sweetness to satisfy his dark desires.

“All you, Tsumu,” you moan, staring his reflection dead in the eye.

“That’s right. All me, all me.” He places a long kiss to the side of your head, his hand gracelessly trying to undo the front of his pants.

He's impatient and needy. Thoughts from earlier rush in like a violent tide, he plays back every touch, laugh, gaze, and smile that wasn’t meant for him with an absurd amount of detail. Nobody except him can have you like he can; he's going to fuck you like nobody else ever has, and ruin it for anyone else to come because he'll make sure it's him you'll ever think about.

He lands a hand between your shoulder blades, pushing you down and folding you over the sink. Grabbing his cock with a heavy hand, he drags it between your folds, and rubs your slick along his length.

"Listen now," he strains his words with a few generous pumps with his hand, "Ya have no idea what ya do to me."

With the last of his resolve, he sinks himself into you, burying his cock deep inside, and watches your face in all its fucked out bliss. "Oh, fuck," he drags out the curse with a deep shaky breath while slowly pulling his hips back, then quickly slams himself into your tight little cunt with a resounding snap.

He rips a scream from your throat that echoes throughout the marble-covered bathroom, your hands grip onto the sides of the countertop, holding on for what’s to come.

"Not gonna go easy on ya, baby." His hands move to grasp around each of your upper arms, and he starts at an unforgivable pace, pulling you back into each of his thrusts while groaning with every slam.

It’s harsh, but the way his thick cock drags against your walls has you wishing he would never stop. Every slap of his hips against your ass is loud, and he hopes whoever passes the door can hear every one of his thrusts and every pretty moan he elicits out of you. You can feel his ridiculous strength in the way he's holding onto your arms and how perfectly solid and calculated his hips are when splitting you open.

“Anyone ever make ya feel this good, sweetheart?” He pants, pulling his cock out halfway, his fat tip dragging over a spot he knows makes you weak and stops, waiting for you to answer.

You shake your head violently, wanting him to continue his brutal pace. “Just you, only you,” you whine, squeezing your walls around him.

He silently beams and continues to fuck you, and watches your tits bounce with his every thrust.

"You’re fuckin’ mine, ya hear?" He lets go of your arms, and you fall forward against the counter, too caught up in your pleasure to bother with holding yourself up.

He follows suit and presses his chiselled sweat-covered chest against your back. His arms hug you tight around the waist, but his hips don’t waver, the continuous resounding snaps filling the bathroom.

He leans his head by your ear. “First,” he grunts, “I’m gonna cum inside this pretty little pussy.” His pace quickens the more you milk him for all he is, “Then—fuck, you’re gonna walk out there and not spill a single drop.” His hand slides down your belly, tracing your folds, before finally finding your clit, “But, before any of that. I want ya to cream on my fuckin’ cock.”

It’s a wild sensation that you can’t even begin to put into words, and a feeling that only he’s been able to awaken in you. “Yes, Tsumu,” your moans sounds filthy, and it shocks even yourself, but he just hums in content—the deep vibration against your back almost has you cumming on the spot. Every drag of his cock and flick against your clit works in tandem and is so impeccably precise, it almost drives you insane.

“C’mon, baby. Do it for me.” His thrusts turn shallow, and he’s grinding himself onto your ass, but his intent doesn’t disappear.

“Tsumu, I’m close gonna—,” he presses his lips against the side of your neck and lightly nips at your skin with his teeth.

You can barely finish your statement because you’re coming undone, unravelling yourself onto his cock, while screaming his name and your words of surrender.

"That's it, that's it," he praises, your walls spasm and convulse around him. “Shit, shit, shit!” Each of his words are emphasized with sloppy thrusts and stuttering hips, but it’s all he needs to empty himself into you and finally do what he's been meaning to do all night.

He blows load after load, making sure nothing is left because it's all for you. He rests his weight on top, trying to catch his breath and calm his mind. You’re here, you’re his, and it’s his cum that you're currently filled with. God forbid you were no longer his, but if anyone were to touch you, it's his touch that he hopes you'll wish for instead; if you were to kiss anyone else, he hopes it's the taste of his lips you try to find in them.

No matter how much of his claim he lays down, he has to admit how much of your own claim you have over him for just being you because there’s nobody in the world he would rather have. He’s more than aware of how twisted and selfish it is, but just as much as he’s ruined you, you've ruined him all the same.

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twelvegods · 2 years

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atta girl

pairing/s; daichi sawamura x fem!reader

warning/s; (18+) minors dni, pwp, dubcon, infidelity

word count; 1.8k

summary; police chief daichi who knows he should be packing up and clocking out in time for christmas dinner with his family but he's too busy folding you in half against the cabinets in the file room, hissing against your ear to "shut up and take my cock quietly and then maybe i'll drop the charges," as he rams his cock into your squelching pussy over and over again, tugging against the handcuffs he never bothered to unlock to even remember the name of his loving, doting wife patiently waiting for him at home.

a/n; hi @ingeniumswhore i’m your secret santa! i’m so sorry this is so late, i was supposed to have finished and posted this christmas day, but guess who lost her job, had to apply for a new one, and got struck down by a fever all in the same month? :< i also made a moodboard to pair with this as an apology for being so late here.

you don’t remember how you got here, lewd slurping sounds reverberating throughout the small room as some stranger repeatedly pulled you on and off of his prick. vaguely, you think you were arrested for petty theft, but with every lazy buck of his hips that squeezed his shaft halfway down your throat, whatever picture of a thought you could piece together would slip through your fingers like sand.

the stranger—daichi sawamura, his shiny badge says—smirked only slightly, peeking at you with half-lidded eyes, having seen just how much of a fighter you were before he manhandled you to your knees and shut you up with his cock. now he was seeing a side of you that was much more pliant, a side of you that looked so pretty sucking him off.

he’d like to think his face betrayed no emotion, but his eyes swam with mirth, flickering with heat, and you tried to look away from the intensity of it all. but that was practically impossible, all you could see was him. your senses were constantly overloaded with him; his scent, his slick, his hands, him, him, daichi, daichi, daichi.

your hands were cuffed behind your back, rendering you practically limp while daichi threw his head back, groaning as his thighs tensed, and you prepared for what was to come.

“gonna, gonna cum—fuck, so good.” he whispered, turning his full attention down at you, kneeled before him like an avid believer. with a breathy sigh at the state of you before him, daichi let go, pulling out only slightly until it was only his head in your mouth like a pacifier, and emptying out his load into your warm mouth and all over your face, messy with tears and saliva and cum.

“such a pretty mess,” he laughed a little, watching his load drip down your chin and between your plump breasts, still adorned with the bra you’d foolishly stolen, thinking you could get away with it simply because of the christmas rush, the crowd, the flashing lights; completely unaware of the cctv cameras and a particular daichi sawamura grinning behind the screen, who’d had his eyes on you ever since your first offense.

peeking even lower, daichi could see the matching panties, and he wondered what it would feel like to push them aside as he sunk into you, how you would react, how you would feel, how you would plead.

he almost laughed out loud when his big cock sprung back up at the thought and hit you on the cheek. why would he have to wonder when he could get all that he wanted right here, right now?

daichi wrapped a hand around your throat, leaning down to meet his lips with your bruised ones, squeezing slightly to get you to reciprocate the kiss as he pulled you to your feet and guided you to the table, his mouth moving steadily with you. he hummed when you nervously glanced at the two-way mirror behind him, suddenly paranoid of an audience that may or may not be there.

“not so chatty now, aren’t we?”

you sucked in a breath, avoiding the officer’s eyes that appeared to mock you. you weren’t going to give him what he wants. he may have power over your body, but your voice was the one thing you had total control over and you were going to use as much of that against him.

at least, that’s what you thought.

he chuckled breathily at your silence, knowing exactly which buttons to press to make you scream as he pushed you to lean back on the table, taking your legs and spreading them with ease, no matter your resistance, giving him the perfect view of your wet spot tainting your brand new underwear.

“c’mon, you sure had a lot to say when you were begging me to drop the charges, pretty girl.” he ran a finger down your clothed slit, lips quirking at the gasp you made at the sudden stimulation. “yeah, you like that, don’t you? of course you do.”

just as he slowly pushed your underwear aside, giving him full view of your delicious folds and pink, puffy clit, his phone started ringing from where he mindlessly tossed it on the corner of the table he had you spread on. he clicked his tongue, irritated at whoever decided to call him at this time.

only that irritation dissolved once he glanced at the caller ID, instead dissipating into an idea that had his prick leaking with precum at what he was about to do. it was his wife, and he answered the call just after the second ring, other hand now taking his cock to guide it around your clit, teasing almost, and adjusting only slightly to keep your legs spread from where they were hanging off his elbows.

he met your eyes from where you were staring up at him with lidded eyes and flashed his teeth. “i suppose it’s a good idea for you to stay quiet like a good girl as i fuck you while i talk to my wife, isn’t it?”

you bit your lip, eyes growing wide at the realization of his infidelity and not quite knowing what to do with the heat pooling in your belly. daichi watched you, a curious gleam in his eyes, as he put his wife on speaker, placing the phone directly next to your head so you could listen to the voice of a woman completely unaware that her husband’s about to fuck someone behind her back.

“—late? it’s been a few hours since your shift’s supposed to end and your family’s starting to show up. do you want me to save you a plate or will you be home in the next hour or so? i know how flooded you are, love, it’s christmas after all!”

in between her sentences, daichi took this opportunity to thrust foward, completely engulfing his fat cock in your wet pussy in one movement, barely stifling a groan as you squeezed around him.

“what the fuck are you doing to me?” you whispered hoarsely, having already fought your way and ended up here, knowing you had no way out of this until police chief daichi got what he wanted. as much as you didn’t want to admit it, all the roughhousing and dominating attitude turned you on, albeit against your will, if your slick was anything to go by.

and daichi knew this.

“atta girl.” his grin seemed to grow wider, much more sinister, if that was possible, as he moved and repeatedly pushed the head of his prick in your wet pussy. he sputtered halfway, groaning into your shoulder as your eyes rolled back at the sensation, unable to hold back the sigh of pleasure that escaped you. “fuck, you’re still tight, you gotta–you gotta loosen up.”

all this while his wife was still yammering away on the phone, oblivious.

“hold on, hold on,” you whimpered at the stretch.

in that one movement, daichi had you feeling stuffed and full and touched nearly every sensitive nerve that made you want to throw your head back from pleasure, but you relented, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of showing him just how good he made you feel. and not wanting the other woman on the line to find out.

it felt sickening. you should be screaming for his wife’s help, should be kicking and scratching for him to let you go. but it was starting to feel all too good. your mind was a muddy mess and it felt satisfying having a committed man practically choose you over the person he vowed to love for all time.

“good?” daichi hummed, pressing a featherlight kiss against the side of your neck that you were pretty sure had your chest seizing. it was like he knew he made you feel so good in all the worst ways.

you grit your teeth. “shut up and fuck me.”

suddenly, it made sense why daichi was police chief; he was disgustingly good at taking orders. with that one statement from you, he pulled back nearly all the way and pumped right back in to the root, causing you to gasp for breath at the–pain? pleasure?–of it all. he repeated this again and again, constantly adjusting positions and angles, trying different speeds and momentums, until he finally hit that gummy part of you that made you see stars.

“that’s it, let it out, moan for me, tell me how good i’m making you feel, whore.” he didn’t relent, constantly abusing your hole until you were delirious, until you were loosened up in every sense of the word, not realizing you were groaning at every push and pull this man was doing to you. “fuck, you feel so much better than my wife.”

something about that sparked something within you, fogging your brain even more than it was, had his wife hung up? was she listening? had daichi ended the call? all you could hear was his grunting and the squelching of your pathetic pussy finding pleasure in a stranger’s fat cock.

you don’t know how many minutes? hours? had passed but at the very end of it all, after daichi’d made you cum about three times and he’d filled you up four, he simply tossed you your clothes and guided you out the empty precinct.

“we’re let off for the night, some other sorry precinct was assigned christmas day.” he explained, lending you his jacket before unlocking his car parked behind the building. you think his cum was still leaking out of you. “i trust you can find your way back back from here? i’ve got to head home for christmas dinner, you understand.”

his grin was devilish and you found yourself blushing.

“so your wife–”

“told her some excuse while you were squealing yourself silly fucking yourself on my dick.” it was like he’d shared some simple fact about the weather the way he smiled. a muddled thought asked if you should be on the ground running by now, but something in you secured your feet to the pavement.

“see you next time, pretty girl.” he pulled you in by the waist, kissing you full on the lips with a sense of urgency like you were his wife he was leaving behind. you found yourself leaning into the kiss. “i won’t forget to visit.”

it was after his tail lights faded from view did that last sentence make any sense to you. did he know where you lived? and why… were you expectant of his next visit?

what had you gotten yourself into?

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kurosukii · 3 years

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𝐛𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐟𝐢𝐭𝐬

pairing: kuroo tetsurou x f!reader

summary: having an internship in the promotions division of japan’s volleyball association is hectic, but your cat-eyed and mischievous boss makes it worth it.

genre: smut, timeskip au

warnings: 18+. dubcon, abuse of authority, age gap, sleazy kuroo (he says ‘pop your cherry’ PLS), coercion, corruption, virginity loss, pet names (kitten), mentions of drug/alcohol consumption, unprotected sex, slight pussy job, praise, biting, nipple play, fingering, creampie, cumplay

word count: 3.6k

author’s note: for yuli babe’s @anime-nymph firsts collab! thanks for letting me join! i missed writing for my first boyfriend hehe <3 (let me know if i missed any warnings!) (MINORS DNI) @hqintheclub

no beta we fall like heroes LMAO

[9:25 AM]

they were right when they said you’ll experience a lot of ‘firsts’ in college (if you hadn’t experienced it in high school). the first hit of the joint, first shot of vodka, first heartbreak, first time having sex.

and yet here you are in your last year of college, cherry still intact and pristine. you’ve done all the other stuff a college student would have done, except for the sexual exploits.

but who could blame you? the sexual experiences—which are closer to horror stories—that your friends tell you is enough for you to lock your pussy in a chastity belt forever.

college boys are not it, you decided. luckily, you weren't victimized by their cheap colognes and even cheaper pick-up lines, you had your hands and trusty vibrator after all.

being swamped with final projects and applications for internships was also a good distraction. you weren’t expecting much eye candy anyway, and you doubt that there would be a man who would ignite the ‘flames of desire’, as your friends so eloquently put it, in you.

as it turns out, you were so wrong.

“see me in my office in five minutes. i’d like to discuss something with you.”

the clicking of your fingers on the keyboard stops as your eyes slowly look up from the monitor towards the smirking man standing before you.

kuroo tetsurou was nothing you imagined your boss to be like. when you applied as an intern, you expected a man with a beer gut accompanied by an airy attitude of a has-been or a sulking man who didn’t get drafted, effectively ruining his dreams of being a professional athlete.

but no, the heavens just had to grace you with an attractive, well-groomed, and hulking 6’5 of a man who just happened to be your boss; a man who also has the power to decide if you’re eligible for graduating.

seeing him was the first time you felt the desire stirring in your gut, squirming uncomfortably in your pencil skirt whenever the smoky scent of his aftershave would waft around the office.

kuroo clears his throat, one eyebrow raising as his lips stretch into a thin line at your lack of response. he fiddles with the lapels of his suit jacket, silently watching you underneath his lashes as you scramble for a reply.

“y-yes, kuroo-san! i’ll s-see you in a while!” you reply, voice shaking as your body heats up from his honey gaze. kuroo’s smirk grows wider, winking at you before he stalks off to his office, nodding at the other interns and employees watching the exchange.

as soon as the double doors to his office close, the clicking of keys resumes, along with shameless whispers of what the boss would want to discuss with you.

what did he want to discuss with you?

five minutes pass and you begin the dreaded walk to his office, not minding the whispers and barely hidden envy of your colleagues.

your mind racks up all the possible topics of discussion: you filed the reports assigned to you, personally delivered the memos to—

“come in.”

huh, guess you knocked on the smooth wood of the door amidst your ramblings. you take a deep breath and turn the knob, hearing his cheery voice as you enter his spacious and sleek office.

years and years of service to the association has clearly benefited him, looking like a ceo with all the monochrome colors accentuated by streaks of red furniture and decorations.

he rises from his luxurious chair, suit jacket draped over the back of it as he gestures for you to take a seat on the plush, blood red couch. you definitely don’t miss the way his tanned and muscular forearms contrast nicely against the white fabric of his dress shirt.

your heart’s thudding harshly in your chest as your nervousness begins to plague you, will he reprimand you? you’ve done all your tasks diligently and efficiently, surely he’s not the cliché nice on the outside, terrible on the inside kind of boss, is he?

“relax, i’m not here to scold you or anything,” he chuckles, joining you on the couch. he’s a little too close for comfort but you don’t mind, his warmth is a comforting presence in the fast-paced environment you find yourself in.

“you’re here because i’d like to reward you.”

you’re thankful that you were only reaching for the glass of water he was offering you, because you would’ve done a spit take if you had taken a sip. kuroo laughs at your reaction, gold eyes twinkling in amusement.

“my bad, didn’t realize that it would sound inappropriate,” he says, but he doesn’t look sorry at all. in fact, his eyes suddenly have a hidden gleam to them. “but i’m serious, you’re doing a good job. my best intern, to be frank.”

his praise at your stellar performance goes straight to your core, making your thighs subtly rub together to alleviate the growing discomfort between your legs. but nothing passes kuroo’s sharp gaze—he has you, a sweet inexperienced intern, wrapped around his finger, softly purring like a feline basking in the warm sun.

his voice becomes huskier as his large hand rests on your exposed thigh, the warmth from his palm making your stomach flutter with desire.

this is wrong, you think but make no move to stop him from leaning closer, his scent invading your senses as his hot breath ghosts over the sensitive skin of your neck. your eyes threaten to close, almost giving in to the slow and gentle rubbing of his hand until you feel his teeth nibble on the column of your throat.

“kuroo-san, i—” you protest, attempting to remove his hand from your thigh but his grip only tightens, stopping you mid-sentence as his other hand cups your cheek and softly caresses it with his thumb.

“shh, call me tetsu when we’re alone, kitten.”

his soft whisper against your neck, along with the new pet name, makes your eyes grow wide as alarm bells ring in your head with the situation taking an unexpected turn.

you can’t help but shiver though, the low timbre of his voice sending tingles all throughout your body as he continues to mark and kiss your neck. no, you have to get yourself under control, you have to strengthen your resolve.

he’s your boss for christ’s sake, someone old enough to be your uncle—a hot uncle. but still, he should know better.

“t-this is unprofessional, kuroo-san. i will—” you squeak, but you’re quickly silenced by kuroo rubbing your lower lip sensually with his thumb. “you’ll what? tattle on me? don’t think you actually want to, kitten.”

“you clearly like this,” he whispers sultrily, emphasizing his point when his hands and lips lazily drag across your supple skin. “you like it when i rub your thighs, nip at your pretty neck…”

“you’re melting in my arms, my sweet girl.”

his skilled seduction breaks your resolve, warm lips and soft fingertips earning a desperate moan out of your throat. you feel lightheaded, the air in the room becoming stuffy as you breathe heavily.

kuroo smirks at your burning cheeks and heaving chest, satisfied with how desperate and wanton you look. he doesn’t waste a second in claiming your lips, smirking at your surprised squeal.

your eyes close on their own accord as kuroo expertly maneuvers your body, pushing you until you’re lying on the lush cushions of the sofa. muffled moans and pants leave you as you tug on his messy black hair, kissing him like a starved woman—which you most definitely are.

he becomes even more shameless as he grinds on you, hard cock digging into your covered pussy as you kiss each other sloppily, spit and saliva mixing. kuroo matches your pleased sounds with his own, low groans leaving him as his touch ignites tingles on every part of your body.

he tastes sweet, like bubblegum candy, but you don’t have more time to appreciate it because his hands are slipping under your skirt, bunching them up to your waist as he reveals your damp panties to his hungry gaze.

planting one last kiss on your mouth, kuroo pulls away as his hands slowly drop from your waist down to your thighs, spreading them wide as if he’s presenting you like a gift before him. eyes glazing over, he boldly stares at the wet patch on the thin fabric that perfectly outlines your folds.

kuroo licks his lips slowly, making you shiver at how predatory he looks. like a frightened kitten, you whimper and squirm. your movements make kuroo groan when he notices fresh slick gushing out of your cunt.

“won’t you let me touch your pretty pussy?”

you immediately gasp at the crude words coming out of his mouth, eyes fluttering at the vision of his fingers driving deep in your cunt. kuroo chuckles at your reaction, making you sport a doe-eyed expression, pupils blown wide with unbridled desire at the picture it paints in your head.

nodding vigorously, you bite your lower lip as his fingers reach out to rub your slit through your panties. to hell with this being unethical, you think but your train of thought gets interrupted when you moan at his warm touch, throwing your head back on the sofa.

the realization that he'll be the first man who’s going to touch you so intimately dawns on you like a bucket of ice-cold water, but it's not like you’re complaining—he clearly knows what he’s doing.

so you let him take the lead, leaving him to draw lazy circles on your clothed clit. deciding that he’s teased you enough, kuroo swiftly pulls your panties to the side and starts touching your bare skin. you cry out at the new sensation, his thumb steadily drawing circles on your clit as you whine and squirm under his touch.

kuroo is entranced—he’s never encountered a woman who’s as responsive as you. you’re a hot mess, nipples clearly poking through your blouse, lips swollen from the kissing, and wide eyes just begging to be touched, to be filled.

the idea of you being inexperienced has definitely crossed his mind and judging by your reaction, he’s near to confirming his suspicions. his dirty thoughts of you make his cock throb; you’re a sweet intern, not knowing that she’s entered the lion’s den.

kuroo shakes his head, knowing that he stalled long enough. without warning, he inserts two fingers into your quivering cunt, making you moan loudly and shout his name.

“tetsu—!” you whine as both of your hands scramble to hold his forearms. he gives an experimental roll of his wrist, eliciting more cries from you. kuroo’s cock twitches in his pants. “oh? so you like that? you’re so damn tight, kitten. mind showing me how you play with this cute little cunt?”

his fingers are thicker and longer than yours, reaching far deeper than you could ever go. he’s definitely more skilled too, unlike your shy and fumbling fingers.

but who are you to resist the boss’s orders?

you give an ample squeeze to his forearms, your hips rolling on their own volition. clearly, your body is more adept at searching for pleasure than your mind. so you sigh and close your eyes, succumbing to him.

“c-curl your f-fingers, please,” you request after a few moments. “like this?” kuroo asks, eyes flashing when you jerk and moan loudly. you instinctively squeeze around his digits, feeling them curl inside your wet walls.

your grip tightens on his forearms as you follow the motions of his fingers, hips rolling and jerking as your toes curl in your heels.

“yeah, just like that. fuck my fingers, kitten. shit, you’re so beautiful.”

you keen at his praise, moaning loudly when kuroo reaches for your blouse, tearing the fabric and making the buttons fly everywhere to reveal your bra-clad breasts.

“you expect me to resist a sweet young thing like you? tsk, i’m only a man,” he whispers, leaning down to your ear as he fucks you with his fingers. his other hand pulls down the cups of your bra, revealing your hardened nipples to his predatory gaze.

loud squelching noises accompany your pleasured moans and squirming. kuroo’s warm and large calloused hand feels so hot on your tits, his skilled fingers twisting and rubbing your sensitive nipples.

you can feel the juices sliding down your ass, ruining his once pristine couch. your legs begin to tremble as you feel the tell-tale sign of your incoming orgasm.

your toes curl in your heels, mindlessly chanting kuroo’s name as your eyes well up with tears, body overwhelmed by the pleasure you’re receiving.

if this is how you’re reacting to his fingers, then you can't even begin to imagine what it would be like if his cock is the one plunging in and out of you.

“t-tetsu, f-fuck, i’m gonna cum—!” you wail, eyes rolling to the back of your head as you cum with a loud cry of his name. your feet are practically cramping in your heels, legs trembling as the powerful orgasm courses through your body.

kuroo groans at your fluttering cunt, wet walls sucking his fingers in as you desperately try to come down from your high.

“strutting around in your tight little skirt just makes me want to have a taste.”

he hisses, pulling his dripping fingers out as he puts them in his mouth, eyes closing as he groans at your taste spreading on his tongue. he makes quick work of his pants, tugging his underwear down until his cock springs free. it bobs against his abs and your eyes widen at his length and girth.

you’re not backing out, no, you’re far too excited and ready to have him, but he’s just so...big.

“i-i’m a virgin, tetsu…” you say nervously, biting your lip as your fingers fiddle with your rumpled skirt. his dick twitches as his eyes practically glow with hunger. he’ll be the first man to ruin you? fuck your slick and warm pussy?

“fuck, kitten. my cock will be the only thing you’ll ever want after i’m done with you.”

kuroo says, his voice strained as his wet fingers stroke his cock until more beads of pre-cum falls from his slit. he was right, you’re as inexperienced as they come and he can’t wait to fuck you.

“you want me to pop your cherry, hm?” he coos, knuckles nuzzling against your cheek. your throat bobs as you try to ease the lump that’s stuck in it, the words he said are crude but you can’t help but shiver at what's about to happen.

you look up at him with a pleading expression on your face, cheeks burning with a thin sheen of sweat as kuroo’s body looms over you. the heat from his cock makes you squirm in anticipation, your small whimpers filling his office.

your breath catches in your throat when you feel the weight of his length rub between your folds. a loud whine escapes from you when the tip of his cock nudges against your clit, kuroo’s hold on his shaft tightening the more he rubs himself between your lower lips.

“just a little more, kitten—god damn,” he chokes out, teeth biting his lip as he suppresses the urge to hastily thrust inside your virgin cunt. you’re so wet and warm, making him sigh dreamily at the slick that’s coating his shaft.

just like when he fingered you, kuroo doesn’t give any warning when his cock hovers over your pussy as his large hand guides himself, breaching past the tight ring of muscle. your hands immediately scramble to grip something, anything, just so you can have an anchor for suddenly taking him.

your hand squeezes the cushions of the sofa while the other holds the back of your knee, spreading you open for him. your whimpers and moans reach kuroo’s ears, making his eyes flutter as half of his cock rests snugly inside of you.

the stretch stings, but it's quickly soothed when kuroo’s thumb presses on your clit. he draws lazy circles on the bud, making you gush out more juices to ease his entrance. your bare chest heaves at the added stimulation, causing your breasts to sway slightly.

you’re so tight that it’s actually making him dizzy and see stars. kuroo exhales heavily, willing himself not to prematurely blow his load into you like a teenage boy, especially when only half of his length is inside your cunt.

your lower lip is so swollen with how much you’re biting it; your eyes are hazy and foggy as the feeling of him stretching you is the sole thing in your mind.

only when the entire length of his cock bottoms inside of you does he allow himself to make a sound—and he sounds so sexy.

kuroo moans, biting his lip as he hangs his head down, honey gaze watching your glossy eyes, breasts rising and falling as you breathe heavily from having something so big inside of you.

this is nothing compared to your fingers and the vibrators you’re accustomed to. this one is hot and heavy and pulsing, riddled with veins that deliciously throb against your walls.

kuroo starts to move, eliciting pleasured cries from both of you. fuck, he needs to get his shit together before he embarrasses himself.

he slowly pulls out until only his tip remains inside, giving you a few seconds of reprieve before he quickly thrusts back in. his bright eyes go round at the way you and your tits jolt, your mouth forming into the perfect ‘o’ when you moan at his thrust.

kuroo instantly finds himself addicted. the heat finally gets to him and he frantically pries open his dress shirt until the buttons pop off with the strain, revealing his chiseled abs glistening with sweat.

his hands hold your waist, lifting your ass off the couch as he rests you on his lap before resuming his quick and deep thrusts. the new angle hits your sweet spot directly and you’re instantly reduced to a moaning and whimpering mess.

you cup your bouncing tits, your fingers pinching and tweaking your nipples as your moans turn broken from kuroo’s thrusts. muttered and incoherent words fall from your lips as his balls smack against your ass, the loud slaps of skin meeting skin echoing in the office.

the both of you are a sight to behold—your blouse unbuttoned, kuroo’s abs clenching as he thrusts inside of you, your tits bouncing with every powerful movement he makes.

it’s a scene taken directly out of a porno and you would definitely be embarrassed at how cliché it is, how easy you were if it weren’t for the expert movements of kuroo’s hips and witty tongue dishing out dirty remarks that have your cheeks flaming.

you can't think of anything else but the feeling of his cock driving into you again and again, along with his hands that are simultaneously gripping your hips and tweaking one of your nipples, you’re a goner.

“want me to go faster? harder?” he grunts, not waiting for your reply as the strength of his thrusts increase, his abs clenching from how tightly you’re squeezing him. “fuck i can do this all day.”

“w-where should i—shit, you’re so tight—fuck you next, huh?” he stutters, thoughts of you having sex on table, chair, against the wall, and any other solid surface has your eyes rolling to the back of your head.

just like him, you can’t resist temptation. you’d let him fuck you anywhere he wants to.

“fuck, i’m close,” he growls, his thrusts becoming sloppier as he feels his balls tighten, preparing for his impending release. his grip on your waist tightens while his hand on your nipples travel down your body, until he’s playing with your pulsing clit once more.

“m-me too, tetsu, oh my god,” you wail, legs trembling as your back arches, allowing his cock to rub against your sweet spot perfectly. your hands find purchase on the back of your thighs, having the unobscured view of kuroo’s pelvis bumping into you.

“where do you want my cum, kitten?”

“i-inside m-me please!” you cry loudly, legs wrapping around his waist as you pull him further into you. you’re on birth control anyway and you don't want to be separated—not even for a bit because he feels so good.

kuroo’s loud groan of your name followed by the thick and hot ropes of cum spilling into you triggers your orgasm as well. high pitched whines of his name coming from your throat as your nails scratch his forearms, pussy fluttering around his cock as your cum mixes with his.

the soft thrusts of his hips make your mixed juices spill out of you, dribbling along the crevice of your ass as it drips on the sofa below you. kuroo hisses, large hands squeezing your waist as he empties the remnants of his load inside your overflowing pussy.

his chest heaves with every exhale he makes. the exhaustion finally catches up to him, causing him to crouch over you and make you squeak at his weight. he chuckles weakly, supporting himself with his shaking arms as he messily kisses you.

“your pussy’s the tightest i’ve ever fucked, baby.”

his husky voice whispers against you, tongue slipping out to boldly lick your swollen lips. his dick jerks and you squeak when you realize he’s still inside of you.

you’re about to tell him to pull out but a timid knock rings through the room, making you immediately remember where you are.

a panicked expression replaces the blissful one, your hooded eyes instantly widening, but kuroo doesn't pay it any mind, opting to bite your lower lip and dragging it out until he lets the sensitive skin go.

he lifts himself up for a bit so his hand can reach your mouth, his thumb rubbing the area he just bit as he smirks at the dumbfounded expression on your sweaty face.

“i’m going to have to make it a habit of rewarding you, kitten.”

[10:07 AM]

#firsts.collab #hqintheclub #kuroo smut #kuroo x reader #kuroo tetsurou smut #kuroo tetsurou x reader #kuroo tetsurou x reader smut #kuroo tetsurou #haikyuu smut #haikyuu x reader #hq x reader #haikyuu kuroo #hq kuroo #kuroo tetsurou scenario #kuroo scenarios #[ 🁣 ] – jul scribbles #[ 𓃠 ] – nekoma

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sinfulcries · 3 years

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hi sir! i really enjoy your works so could i request atsumu's senpai catching him jacking off while moaning reader's name in the locker room and reader takes his virginity on the spot?

maneater — atsumu x male reader

author's notes. UHM I AM SO SORRY THIS IS REALLY LONG I GOT REALLY INTO IT HAHAHA. this was also beta read by my lodicakes @bunbyy <3 thank you so much NJKNDKJA

tw. senpai kink, public sex, exhibitionism, mating press, caught masturbation, university au, virginity loss, peer pressure, belly bulge, size difference, unprotected sex, barebacking, facefucking, facial, sleazy senpai reader

Miya Atsumu, by all means, was never interested in dating or the concept of love and crushes and infatuation. All of those seemed vaguely unfamiliar to the boy who only had volleyball on his victory-hungry mind. When it came to a certain male on his team however, he would instantly lose his composure. His knees would feel like jelly whenever their fingers would brush against each others accidentally and his face would heat up like wildfire when the flirty, tall senior would attempt to flirt with him.

A crush, Miya supposed. These feelings would go away sooner or later but Osamu and his teammates who clearly caught onto Atsumu’s strange behavior, begged to differ.

More often than intended, you two would have the thickest and most uncomfortable sexual tension. And one of those instances was right now.

After one of your practice matches, you had peeled your shirt off to reveal your seemingly perfect body. Atsumu revelled in the way your skin glistened under the sheer layer of sweat coating your big arms and your toned abdomen, or the way the fabric of your shorts hung low and exposed more than what meets the eye, leaving Atsumu to imagine the rest of what laid beneath. The blonde made sure to take his sweet time memorizing every crevice of your toned stomach, failing to notice the teasing smirk plastered on your face.

Interrupting the male’s not so discreet sightseeing, you chuckled. “Enjoying the view, Tsumu?” You teased, making the said male blush embarrassedly. “N-No! Shut yer trap, Senpai!” He sneered only to receive a grin from you in reply. “You know, You’re really cute when you’re flustered, dollface.”

God, the things you did to him were dangerous and the cute pet name went straight to his cock, making it noticeably twitch against his thigh. The shorter man merely ignored your statement with a blush on his face, giving you an embarrassed wave before walking towards the locker room, “I'm gonna take a shower.”

By showering, Atsumu meant releasing his sexual frustration by jacking off to the thought of you fucking him. The wing spiker shut his eyes in pleasure as he flicked his wrist around his length shamelessly, lips parted ever so slightly as he moaned your name.

The thought of you manhandling him, having him pressed up against your chest as you fucked him raw made Atsumu shut his eyes tightly. His pace only increased as he fisted his cock much faster, imagining that it was your bigger hand instead. This was definitely more than a crush-- Miya just came to the thought of his teammate for fuck’s sake! Thank God you weren’t there to witness the sinful and humiliating act that he had just committed.

By the time he came, shooting thick ribbons of white cum onto the tile walls, he rinsed the rest of his body clean before reaching out of the stall to grab his towel. Before he could even grasp the cloth, another person snatched it before he could, making him groan frustratedly.

“‘Samu, I swear if this is you, I’ll cut yer ba—”

When Atsumu opened the shower curtain however, the culprit was not his twin brother but instead, you stood in front of him with an amused look on your face. Your teasing expression only making the shorter man gulp nervously.

Avoiding your coy gaze, you taunted, “You’re a bad boy, Atsumu.” while moving to pin the blonde against the tile walls. Atsumu let out a soft squeak, feeling your calloused fingertips rubbing teasingly against the rim of his ass.

“Touching yourself to the thought of me.” You growled, leaning in to lap at the expanse of his neck, your teeth slowly dragging against his skin leaving bite marks on the clean flesh.

The blonde let out a breathy moan, as he tried to explain himself, however his mind was clouded with nothing but lust and disbelief. “I’ll give you the real thing instead. How does that sound?” You whispered, making the blonde shake his head. “I-I don’t want to..”

As much as he desperately wanted to feel your cock messing up his insides, he was embarrassingly enough, a virgin. And to have his virginity taken in some dirty locker room had him thinking more rationally, holding himself back from succumbing into his desires.

“Why not? Are you a virgin?” You teased, making Atsumu pipe up with humiliation. “Am not!” He protested.

Not believing the blonde, your hand inched towards his ass, prodding at his entrance with one finger. The male immediately jolted forward into your chest, squeaking as you pushed the digit in. “F-feels weird…” Atsumu murmured.

Ah, a virgin. How adorable.

The best people to fuck, in your not so humble opinion, were virgins. They were quite similar to new toys— they’d have your cock inside of their cunts, getting a good feel of how big you are before they’re reduced to a sobbing mess, feeling your cock molding them into your shape.

“C’mon now, ‘Tsumu, don’t be such a buzzkill for yer senpai.” You mused, giving his ass a harsh slap. “I’ll take good care of you. I’ll be gentle.” Your words weren’t the most convincing especially paired with the predatory gaze in your eyes. Nonetheless, Atsumu complied hesitantly, deciding to trust you instead, “Ugh fine. Ya better be gentle or I’m backing out.”

‘You’d be too addicted to even think about backing out’ You thought to yourself, grinning as you pulled the blonde out of the shower, urging him to lay down on one of the benches before pulling your shorts off along with your boxers.

By no means were you remotely close to small. Atsumu shamelessly drooling at the sight of your thick cock leaking beads of precum in your hand. Miya could only gulp as you pressed the smooth head of your cock against his bottom lip, letting the fat head part his lips open. “W-Wait you won’t go too deep right?” Atsumu mumbled worriedly.

“Just trust me.” You responded, guiding the rest of your cock inside of his mouth slowly. And without a single warning, you grabbed the boy by the back of his head, pulling him in closer as he choked helplessly on your cock. “You can take it right Tsum? Senpai knows you can.” The condescending grin that wormed its way onto your lips made Atsumu moan against your cock, your hips now moving to fuck the wing spiker’s warm throat.

You could vaguely hear the sound of him choking and gurgling around your thick length, the younger man’s jaw now going slack with how long you’ve been mercilessly thrusting into his mouth. “Shh, Samu might walk in at any minute. How would he react to seeing his cute lil twin getting facefucked by his sleazy senior?” You whispered tauntingly, Miya only “mmf!”-ing in reply.

With your thrusts slowly becoming sloppy as you felt your high approaching, you took your cock of the blonde’s mouth before spilling your load on his pretty face, relishing in the way your cum dripped over the boy’s cute features. “S-Senpai…” The boy panted, shakily taking your cock in his small hand “Want more…”

Your prediction was proven to be correct. Miya Atsumu was already addicted to your cock and you haven’t even taken his virginity yet! What a charming lil whore, so easy for you to break and corrupt!

Smiling at the blonde, your fingers were now pushed against the puffy rim of his ass, the dampness from his recent shower making it much easier to prep his hole for your cock. Atsumu let out a soft gasp as you started to curl and twist your fingers inside of him, his body writhing cutely against the bench he was laying on. “Mm so tight, I can’t wait to fill this cute cunt up.”

Miya blushed at your words, the venom in your voice making him flush red with how needy he was for you. Jolting upwards, he could feel your fingers brushing against his prostate, a flurry of high pitched moans ripping past his throat as you continued to fingerfuck the poor boy. “Ssssso good~!” Squealing girlishly, Atsumu’s cock trembled before he came on his stomach.

“Fuck, you look so hot” You rasped out, admiring the way his chest heaved up and down, his oversensitive cock now twitching against his stomach. As much as you wanted to spend your time admiring the view, your patience was wearing thin, and you could barely keep yourself from climbing on top of his quivering figure, aligning the head of your cock against his puckered rim before pushing every inch inside of him. The pain was absolutely unbearable-- the thought of pushing you off of him was the only thing occupying his mind as he blinked back the fat tears forming in his eyes.

As expected, his ass felt so good wrapped around your cock. Nothing beats the feel of a freshly entered, young virgin, especially since he looked so pretty folded down on the bench with your cock filling his ass.

“It hurts! Too big--!” Atsumu whimpered, finally letting the tears he had been holding back stream down his pretty little face. You only grasped both of his legs in response, folding him with ease so that his ass was raised to take in more of your cock. With you, balls deep inside of him-- It was safe to say that Atsumu was slowly breaking. It was obvious with how his tongue was stuck out, eyes crossed lewdly as the tears, cum and drool on his face mixed messily together. The satisfaction of burying every inch of your cock inside of his ass only brought a wicked smile on to your face and it didn’t take long for you to start fucking him and breeding him against the dirty bench, each euphoric thrust sending atsumu overdrive as he breathlessly panted for more. His whimpers sent you into a frenzy, your hips pistolling deeper to abuse his prostate-- and the blonde could only scream for dear life as you pounded into his guts mercilessly.

Rich, deep moans spilled from your lips only aiding Atsumu into orgasming much faster. And Your brash, rapid thrusts made ‘Tsumu moan out in pure bliss, keeping himself balanced as he held onto your sturdy arms. “Such a fucking cockslut for a virgin.” You groaned, Driving your cock deeper inside of him so that you could marvel at the little bump bulging out of his toned stomach.

“Look at that, you can even see my cock in yer little tummy.” Teasing him never got old, especially with the cute whine that came out of his mouth. “If only the team was able to see just how much of a virgin whore you really are.”

That alone was enough to make Atsumu cum once more, and with one more drive of your hips against his colon, you watched as his body spasmed against your cock, his eyes rolling into the back of his head as he cried out your name.

Although you did have a bad habit of tossing virgins away once you were done using them up, you were certain that you’d keep Miya Atsumu for a while. After all, he was quite fun to play with.

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bubbleteaimagines · 3 years

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HAIKYUU BOYS AS CLICHE SEX TROPES

genre. nsfw

warnings. mentions of sex

notes. morning whores, here’s some smut bright and early <3

CAR SEX

sweaty and fast, your skin sticking together as you ride him carelessly in the backseat, dress hiked up and the entire car shaking. you’ve been needy for each other ever since you sat down at the restaurant, sneaking sly glances at one another as you talked with your friends. the little black dress that you were wearing got him too riled up and neither of you could wait — which lead to a secret rendezvous on the leather seats, your face scrunched up as you cream all over him without a second thought, windows fogging up and your pretty little makeup long forgotten as he leans up and smears off the rest of your red lipstick with his lips.

BOKUTO | SUNA | KUROO | TENDOU

HATE SEX

you fucking hate him, and he hates you. always has and always will, but that doesn’t mean either of you can deny just how good you feel wrapped around his cock, his hand pressed against your throat as his angry eyes boring into yours. what started as the typical argument between the two of you somehow lead to this, you whining out his name like a bitch in heat while he pounds into you. in between moans and heavy curses, you still remind each other that you’re enemies, that you’ll still fucking hate each other’s guts come tomorrow. but...just for the night, two enemies come together to conquer a common desire.

OIKAWA | KYOTANI | KAGEYAMA | TSUKISHIMA

FRIENDS TO LOVERS

ever since you were little, you’ve sworn to yourself that you didn’t like him. made little faces whenever adults brought it up, pretended to be fine when other girls came up to you and told you they liked him. after all, you two were just friends, so what did it matter? only...‘friends’ didn’t touch each the way you two did. ‘friends,’ didn’t moan each other’s names, didn’t leave hickeys on your neck and thighs. ‘just friends,’ would never explain the connection between the two of you, or the way he had you moaning mess underneath him as he fucked your balls deep. a ‘friend,’ wouldn’t call you his good little kitten, a ‘friend,’ would never fuck you the way he fucks you. but yet, after years of hiding your desire, you could finally say that only your ‘boyfriend’ had the pleasure of fucking you that way.

THE ONE NIGHT STAND

you didn’t even know his name but yet, months later you still remember the way he made your toes curl, stills trace over the now expired hickies and still get flustered when remembering the words he said to you that night. he may have been just a stranger, but he’s still the best fuck you’ve ever had. you had yet to meet someone as skilled as him, had yet to find another man that ate pussy as if his life depended on it, bringing you to two orgasm before he even used his dick. you had yet to find another man that could replicate how sexy he sounded while moaning in your ear, as he fucked you against the bathroom wall. nobody even came close to the handsome stranger from the local bar, but yet he was gone before you even had the chance to process what happened. no matter how many times you went back to that bar he was never there again — but you never forgot the man that forever changed the game for you.

THE SUGAR DADDY

he buys you pearls, diamonds, and pretty dresses. he takes you to dinner at the fanciest places, gives you his black card to swipe on everything and anything you might want. he treats you like a queen — but fucks you like a whore. as soon as you get back to his place, all thoughts of shopping and expensive vacations are out the window. instead, you’re sinking to your knees and taking his cock into your mouth, earning everything you just bought. after that, you’re crying out as your daddy pounds you into his luxurious mattress, holding on for dear life as his thick cock batters your little pussy. he taunts you by calling you his ‘good little girl,’ — before making you tell him how much of a whore you really are. black mascara streaks stain the expensive bed sheets, but you do it all for your daddy, the only one that truly knows how to please you with his wallet and his cock.

KENMA | SAKUSA | DAICHI | also KUROO | also OIKAWA

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kemakoshume · 3 years

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Okay first off, congrats on 350 followers! You deserve that and much, much more babe <3

Now I absolutely loved the last Asahi fic you wrote for me (I reread it so often you have no idea lol), and I'm here to make another request if you feel like doing it! I don't know if you write for Aone but he's my current obsession haha. So I was thinking a drabble for him or Asahi if you don't write Aone, reacting to reader making a move and initiating sex for the first time? (Also chubby reader would definitely be a bonus!)

No pressure to do this of course, but thank you if you do! Either way I'm gonna be stalking watching to see what sorts of drabbles and headcanons you end up writing to celebrate your milestone!

𝐋𝐞𝐬 𝐀𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐮𝐱 – [tl;dr – making the first move and initiating sex with Asahi] ~ ❀ஐ〰

a/n; hi sweet pea! i hope you're feeling better :') tytyty for the request! i'll write it for asahi because i dont really read anything about aone & i didnt rly click with him in the show so im afraid i'll make him super OOC by accident lmao. also, this prompt came at the BEST time. i just got done watching this video from best dressed aka ashley and im in the biggest "first time" mood. ily for this ♡

warnings; virgin reader (cause why not, let's go wild), first time, chubby fem reader (as per usual), reader kind of having a late bloomer sexual awakening "hey sex sounds fun actually" sorta thing. masturbation, titty suckin, lots of praise, etc.

(￣ω￣;) me: "yeah i'll do drabbles" also me: [3772] words ~

The relatively short time you've spent dating Asahi Azumane have been the best few months of your life. He was sweet, and thoughtful, and he knew how to make you laugh. He was achingly handsome and you could swear you saw literal stars in his eyes. But lately, after six whole months of knowing how to act, your hormones now refuse to cooperate.

Have you always gotten warm at the sight of his biceps stretching the cotton sleeves of his t-shirts like that? Has the way his Adam's apple bobbed when he drinks his water always made you squirm in your seat? Have you always felt this flushed and warm under your collar when he brushes the tips of his fingers against your thighs?

Now, you weren't blind. His long brown hair, structured jaw, and lean build had always been things that you noticed. The way he kissed you made you feel butterflies and you wanted to choke him out of love every time you saw him smile but fuck.

You knew you were later to the "sex sounds fun" party bus that most of your peers had long since been riding, but Asahi knew that. He was content with your kisses and the way that you cuddled and he never pushed you past your limits. But now, on this random Tuesday afternoon in the breezy warmth of the September season, the limit no longer seems to exist.

"Hey babe," you whispered, peeking over the rim of your tea mug to look at your man on the floor.

"Yeah?" he said, turning his full attention to you, placing his pencil down on his sketchpad like he wasn't just fully engrossed in whatever new piece he may have envisioned in his mind.

His pretty brown eyes were looking up at yours through his cute little wire-rimmed reading glasses, and fuck, you're a goner. Is it possible to be so horny that you think you'll die? Because you're pretty sure you'll collapse right now if he looks at you that way one more goddamn time.

"Uh, I... can you come up here for a sec?"

You felt your pulse racing against the smooth skin of your wrists and in the junction of your neck. Was now really the right time? Before your evening lecture and right after he had just been over to collect sweets from his Nan? Had you discussed this enough? What if he was secretly just not interested and that's why he had never made a move? What if he only enjoyed looking at you under the blanket of clothing you wore most of the time? Would he even like the way that you looked naked? Was he-

"Hey," he whispered, disrupting your thoughts, "you okay baby? What's on your mind?"

Now, there was probably a more eloquent way to say this. Anything would have been better than the words you chose. Still, you'd never seen Asahi's sweet doe eyes grow larger than when you blurted out the words "I think I'm ready to fuck."

If the big man upstairs had an earthling remote with a pause button on it, then he'd just pressed Asahi's.

"Uh, I, what?" he stammered, "Well, no, not "what." Not like it's a bad thing. I just, you, are you sure? We haven't talked about it in a while and I know you're not waiting for marriage or anything but you, I mean we, you... you never really seemed to be rushing and I didn't ever want to push you. Are you bringing this up now because of something I said, or did? Did I make you feel pressured honey? I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to, I mean, I didn't know that I-"

"Babe," you interrupted, a sweet giggle escaping your lips, "okay, now you're the one who needs to chill out."

You crawl across the short length of your bed to where he's sitting near the end. Normally, you'd just sit beside him like a good, virtuous, wholesome girlfriend, but today... wholesome no more.

"Asahi," you whisper, climbing into his lap to straddle his waist, "I said what I said. I want you to fuck me. I don't feel pressured, not at all. I'm just... realizing how badly I wanna show you my love in a different way. In a way that we haven't tried yet."

You drape your arms around his shoulders, sliding your hand up the nape of his neck to gently scratch at the sensitive nerves there. You lean in for a kiss and hum into his mouth as he reciprocates your affection. You let your tongue explore his mouth and really feel the kisses for the first time. Your lips linger on his for a moment longer than you normally would before pulling away, and soon you find your body swaying a bit with his as you both start to get into the sensations.

"Do you want to have sex with me?" you question, breaking the kiss for a moment to place your forehead against his, looking into his eyes, "Tell me what you want."

He groans, closing his eyes shut as if he needed to collect himself for a moment. His hands tightened their grip on the meat of your ass and your hips a bit before he relaxed them, running them underneath the fabric of your shirt to trace his hands up your spine.

You've never been so happy that you weren't wearing a bra.

"I wanna make you feel good," he whispered, like the words would shatter the air in your room if he said them too loudly, "I wanna... I don't know, make love to you. Fuck. I just, I want to go at your pace. So, if you're ready to try this with me then I want to. You're in control here. So... you tell me what you want."

You pondered the thought for a moment as you leaned back in to exchange heated kisses.

If you were being honest, most of your sexual knowledge stemmed from three things: your friends' hoe tales, sex educators on social media, and the rare occasion that you watched amateur porn online. They all preached and showed plenty of visual examples that knowing yourself before knowing someone else would help a lot the first time, and you could confidently say you knew your own body pretty well even though your drive to have sex with others had never been this high.

So, having that in mind, you said, "I think you should watch me touch myself. So you know what I like, yanno? Then you can join if you want, maybe?"

Asahi was lucky he wasn't ice cream because the boy would be a puddle of sweet cream on the hardwood right now if he was.

"Oh my god," he said, his voice gruffer than you'd ever heard it before, "You gonna touch yourself for me? Show me how you do it when you're alone?"

"Mhm," you mewled, arching your back so that your breasts were pressed up against his chest, "If that's okay."

You can feel him growing harder already, his confined length forming a bulge against your ass. You moved your hips experimentally, delighted by the little gasp that spills out from his mouth. You can feel how slippery wet you're becoming just from his kisses.

"No, of course, yeah. It's okay. So, where do you start?" he questioned, tracing figure eights on the side of your thighs with his fingertips, "Do you play with these?"

He brought up his hands to cup your breasts, massaging them, and running his thumbs across your nipples, hard and sensitive even through the barrier of your t-shirt.

You nodded your head yes. Kissing him again to distract from the growing desire to moan as he touched you.

"Don't be scared to make noise baby," he said, placing kisses followed by shallow bites across the underside of your jaw, "Tell me what you do when I'm not there to take care of you. I can't learn unless you teach me."

You whimpered, absentmindedly grinding yourself harder against him.

"You like pinching them a little?"

You nodded, doing so yourself through the fabric to show him that you liked it.

"Can I take this off?" he asked, pulling gently at the hem of your shirt.

You tensed, only for a moment. The nerves were there, of course they were, but this man loved you, and you knew that. So you said fuck 'em, and let the love of your life help rid you of the top half of your clothing.

"So pretty baby," he said, kissing down your neck towards your breasts, "I can feel how fast your heart is beating. You nervous?"

"A little," you admitted, a soft whimper quickly followed when he kissed the puffy little bud, "Not too much though. I'm more excited, I think, than anything else."

You could feel him smiling against your skin.

"That's good baby. Do you wanna get more comfortable?"

You nodded, sliding yourself off of his lap. You crawled up the length of your bed, adjusting your body so that you were laying propped up on your little legion of pillows stacked up against the headboard.

"Take this off," you said, motioning to Asahi's shirt, " ‘s not fair that I'm basically naked and you're still dressed."

He did as he was told, standing up to remove the offending piece of fabric, all but throwing it down on the floor. This exposed his well-conditioned (former) athlete’s body. His muscles had softened a bit as he’d grown away from the sport and embraced the comfort that came with a loving relationship; the lines of his toned abs were less defined, the cut of the “v” around his waist wasn’t as deep, and his stomach dommed like yours when you ate. He was sweet and soft and god you would never get over how much you love him.

“Wait,” you said, making your partner stop his descent back onto your bed, “Take your boxers off too. But like… put your sweats back on afterward.”

He chuckled, quirking his head to the side a little before agreeing, standing back up to do as he was told.

“Any special reason why you want me to do this?”

You sucked your teeth, looking away from him to glance at the wall in lieu of looking at his face. You couldn’t help but giggle a bit to yourself at the thought dancing around in your brain. How could you possibly explain that dicks were still very… interesting to look at for you. They just weren’t… well.

Dicks just weren’t exactly pretty to look at, alright?

Though, to be fair, you had felt his before, multiple times. During the occasional intense makeout session on the floor of your room or while you sat in his lap while you watched movies, but you’d still never seen it. So, seeing it first through his sweatpants, fully hard and free within the loose fabric instead of confined within his boxer briefs may be a good transition.

“I just... I want seeing it to be a surprise for later, kinda.”

He laughed, a pretty sound coming from his belly that forced him to squint his eyes and show you all his pearly white teeth.

“Okay, I’ve never heard that one before in my limited years of sexual experience but alright. Whatever makes you comfortable baby.”

He leaned down to grab your chin between his thumb and index finger, placing a flurry of kisses against your lips before basically sprinting into your attached bathroom.

It only took him ten or so seconds to remove his sweats, then his underwear. You did however hear what curiously sounded like him tripping over himself to get said sweatpants back on.

“You okay in there?” you giggled, trying and failing not to see the humor in his little flub.

“Oh, yeah I’m great,” he said, coming out of the bathroom with his sweatpants hanging even lower on his hips.

He leaned against the doorframe trying to play off the little blunder. His hair was thick and silky, cascading down the hard planes of muscle around his upper arms and the meat of his full pecks. You could see the outline of his cock clearly now, the length hard and thick and just long enough to reach down past the top of his thigh beneath the relaxed fit of the fabric. If you weren’t already, you were undoubtedly aware of how turned on your little impromptu suggestion had made him now.

I mean, to be fair, who doesn’t get excited about the prospect of getting their dick wet for the first time with someone new? Especially when that “someone new” was with their sweet, untouched, perfect bombshell of a girlfriend. He couldn’t help but be hard like that for you, at the mere idea of getting the chance to finally fuck you.

“God you’re pretty honey,” you said, the words slipping from your lips without any thought behind them.

He smiled, climbing back onto your bed to sit in front of you, laying his chin on your propped-up legs and wrapping his arm around your thighs.

“You’re prettier baby. Quite literally the most gorgeous human being I’ve ever laid my eyes on. I bet you’re pretty all over,” he said, grabbing your knees to pull them apart a little, butterflying your legs, “Especially right here.”

He tentatively ran a finger down your clothed sex, dipping the digit into the warm slick dampened fabric. You had worn a pair of thin cotton shorts, sans underwear, so the barrier between you was tantalizingly useless.

“Feels nice,” you said, your voice soft and breathy as his finger softly mapped out your folds.

He chuckled a bit, hooking his finger through the patch of fabric covering your most intimate parts.

“Show me how to make it feel even better.”

You nodded, bringing one hand up to your chest to caress your breast, while you let the other rest on the warm skin of your plump lower belly.

“‘S’really sensitive here,” you said, rolling one hard nipple between your fingers, “Sometimes I suck them myself when I’m alone. I can’t really cum without something stimulating them.”

“Oh wow, my pretty baby’s so delicate,” he said, kissing at the skin of your inner leg, “You look like you’re gonna fall apart already angel.”

You moaned at his praise, the warmth building beneath your flushed skin surging as you felt his lips touch a part of you that he’d never touched before.

“I’m not,” you said, though your tone did betray you a bit, “It just feels good. I’m not there yet.”

“Oh?” he said, quirking an eyebrow up, “Then what do you do next?”

You met his eyes, looking at you like he’d eat you whole if you let him and you'd hardly even done anything yet. It was too intense, too intimate, so you looked at the ceiling instead as you lifted your hips a bit, letting Asahi help you slide your little sleeping shorts off of your body, exposing your slippery wet pussy to the cool air of your bedroom.

You lowered your hand from your belly down to the small patch of hair above your cunt, tentatively applying pressure to your outer labia before letting your fingers slip into your own wetness. Asahi kept his hand wrapped firmly around your inner thigh, just below where your fingers were starting to work in tight little patterns on your clit.

You were practically dripping all over your sheets, knowing he was watching you get yourself off like this. Could he tell that you liked the rhythm of three circle patterns and then up and down? Was he looking at how much you were leaking? Could he see how hard you were trying not to stare at his face?

“God you’re fucking amazing,” he said, sucking on his own bottom lip as he stared at your sex, and blinking slowly like a little tomcat relaxed and satisfied after a long day of successful hunting.

You felt a rush of heat go up your spine at the praise. His sweet words scratched an itch inside your brain that you never fully realized was there. Then suddenly, he moved.

“Need to touch you,” he groaned climbing up the length of the bed in one long stride.

He came up to hover his body above yours, leaving room between your tummy and his so that your hand had room to continue moving.

“Can I kiss you right here baby?” he asked, lowering his head to put his face a few centimeters away from your nipple.

His breath was ragged and heavy, blowing warm air on the hard bud just beneath his lips.

“Please,” you whined, grinding yourself harder against your fingers.

He kissed you, pinching your nipple lightly before he took it into his mouth, sucking on it like it’d give him the elixir of life if he just kept pleasuring you.

“Fuck, Asahi. Fingers too, please,” you moaned, the warmth swirling in your belly building but lacking something… extra.

He looked up at you, searching your face to make sure you meant it. When you nodded at him gently, angling your arm to rub against his length as well, he obliged. He bypassed your own hand, going lower until his fingers were pressing up against your slit. He pressed in, started with one. The intrusion wasn’t as shocking as you thought it might be, since you had done the same to yourself many times before.

However, there was one stark difference. His fingers were markedly bigger than yours, and the stretch was delicious in how different his fingers felt from your own. He rubbed along your inner walls at a matching rhythm as your own digits, pumping and dragging his fingers around until he found the little spongy button that made your vision go blurry.

“Oh, there. There, there, there,” you cried, circling your hips to move with his fingers and yours.

The noises you were making were intoxicating. You could feel how hard he was against your belly, his swollen length throbbing incessantly against the fabric of his pants. When you moaned, deep and long as you let all the air in your lungs run out, his cock twitched so hard you feared he might cum before you could even get him inside of you for the first time.

That in and of itself was its own form of praise.

“Baby,” you moaned, feeling that lightning crackling across the sensitive nerves in your clit begin to reach a fever pitch, “I’m gonna cum. Can I cum? Please?”

He groaned, nodding against your chest with your nipple still sat snuggly against his tongue.

So you did, letting the wave of pleasure crash over you like a typhoon. You arched your body against him, rubbing against his length as well as it was trapped between your bodies.

“Fuck,” he moaned against your skin, feeling you clench around his fingers, “Next time I’m making you cum with my mouth.”

He came up to kiss you again, removing his fingers in one smooth motion as he did so.

“In me,” you muttered between kisses, “I need you in me Asahi.”

He groaned into your mouth, physically shaking a bit at your words.

“God, angel, I wanna feel you so bad. I want you to scream out my name and scratch my back and cum on my cock so hard you forget how to talk,” he said, his eyes fluttering closed as he kissed at your cheeks, “But, you can say no at any point. If it hurts, if it’s too overwhelming, whatever. Okay? You can say no and we can, shit, we can just watch movies all night, fuck your night lecture. Or, we can go to a restaurant, or… or.”

“Or nothing,” you interrupted, bringing up your hands to hold his face to soothe what was obviously a bit of anxiety, “You’re gonna fuck me and I’m gonna love it, and we can do whatever else sounds good afterward. I’m not going to my class whether we end up ordering pizza or fucking all night either way though. I’ve decided already.”

He chuckled, his smile stretching across his face as he looked down at you underneath him.

“Sounds like a plan then babygirl,” he said, kissing the tip of your nose, “Ready for that surprise now?”

He made his eyebrows jump a bit, a smirk curling up the corner of his lip. You couldn’t help but giggle, nodding your head as you propped yourself up on your elbows. You grabbed a pillow to support your neck while Asahi grabbed another as he sat back on his heels.

He slid the pillow underneath your butt, grabbing you by wrapping his arms around your thighs to pull you down so that your butt was on the edge of the pillow, but your back was supported.

You looked down to where he was palming himself through his sweats, a wet spot from where he’d been leaking precum straining the fabric. He made staggered eye contact with you as he pulled down the waistband of his pants, letting his cock spring free from the confining apparel.

So, his dick was beautiful, actually.

Well, as pretty as a dick could realistically be.

“Woah.”

He looked up at you with a hesitant smile on his face as he maintained a loose grip on the base.

“Good woah, or bad woah?”

You couldn’t stop staring at it. It was a decent length and noticeably thick, but not too much. The color of his skin there matched the rest of his body, albeit maybe a shade or so lighter, and his hair was groomed well, like the rest of him. It was flushed a gorgeous shade of red, and his balls looked heavy and full, ready to fuck you open the way you’d somehow never fully imagined before this moment.

“Definitely a good woah,” you said with a smile present on your face.

He reached down to the floor to grab his wallet, grabbing a condom out from the pristine leather pouch. He rolled it on before coming up the bed to balance himself above you again. You could feel him resting on top of your sex. His cock was heavy and warm and leaking within the latex barrier.

“Ready angel?” he asked, kissing below your ear.

“Ready.”

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