putting kylar in time out until he learns to play nice and not cum inside me. and by time out i mean tying his hands behind his back and making him sit and watch me tease him…….i bet if he was horny enough he could cum without you even touching him.
honestly. this is the best punishment you can give kylar. is it gonna stop him from cumming inside you? no. not even god could pull him off of you when he's about to knock you up.
you're splayed out in front of him, idly fingering in and out of your heat while kylar watches, enthralled at how easily you manage to get yourself so wet so quickly. his bottom lip is gnawed raw, held between his teeth as muffled pent up whines slip from his mouth. his hands are tied tightly behind him, resting against the small of his back.
kylar's squirming, sobbing as fat, hot tears stream down his cheeks - begging for you to untie him. he'd help you - don't you think he feels better than just your fingers? his hips thrust up pathetically, his cock painfully hard, trapped within his briefs until you decide to show mercy. all he wants is to be inside of you! he'll beg. you'll hear the most explicit descriptions of your intimate areas, and how he needs to touch you, how he needs to be inside of you.
you'll ignore him though. because you know that the tears trailing down his cheeks are crocodile tears. you'll cum hard against your fingers, watching with a sick smile as a wet patch forms on the front of kylar's briefs.
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writing warm-up three
pairing: tetsuro kuroo + reader
word count: 735
author's notes: i was DEEP in my kojiro feelings today but then got sidetracked bc like... kuroo fucking you in the back of his company SUV is like... it's like... my brain is fried, help
He knows he shouldn’t be doing this. Kuroo knows he shouldn’t be in the backseat of his company given SUV with you. But here he is, his cock buried deep in your cunt, his mouth latching onto your nipple and his tongue swirling around it, you whimpering and wiggling in his lap… because he can’t get enough of you.
Because who was he to deny you? Who was he to deny a sweet angelic woman who just wanted to be helpful at her first real corporate job? Who was he to deny you when you asked for extra work to show him you were a hard worker? And sure, maybe it was selfish of him to ask his boss if he could take you under his wing when other people had bigger workloads… But in his defense, the others should have been faster if they wanted you. He sees the way everyone in the office watches you, longs for you, day in and day out. You’re his work partner.
And who was he to deny you a few weeks ago when you had to pull an all-nighter on an account, take-out containers and alcohol and energy drink cans littering the conference table, both of you having a nice buzz going and you admitting you had had a crush on him since day one? Who was he to deny you when you asked if you could kiss him but it escalated into him shoving everything off the table and fucking you on top of it?
“We’re going to be late…” You whimper into his neck, but his hands around your waist only tighten.
“Then you should call them and tell them we’ll be late,” He replies before his teeth nip at your breast.
You, still wanting to be helpful even after all this time, fumble around for your phone on the seat next to you. You try to dial the number of your high-profile client who you’re supposed to be meeting in fifteen minutes, but Kuroo is making it damn near impossible so it takes you a little bit.
He brushes your hair out of your face before admiring the dainty silver chain that gleams against your neck. The dainty silver chain that would look much better surrounded by marks.
“Hello? Yes, this is--”
Kuroo can’t help himself. You wiggle some more as feather light kisses dance across your face, down your neck, and you bite your lip hard when his teeth tug lightly at the skin there.
“Yes. We ran into some traffic. Yes, I’m s--”
Need slams into you as Kuroo continues to suck tenderly on your neck.
He also takes this opportunity to start bouncing you on his cock again.
“I’m so sorry! We’ll be-- We’ll be there as s-soon as we can!” You start babbling as Kuroo grins into your neck.
The call ends quickly and he smiles up at you, continuing to move you against his cock, but slower now, making you whimper as he takes his time. The bastard knew exactly how to tease you.
“I can’t even cover those up!” You whine, imagining the splotchy red marks Kuroo has decorated your neck with, “They’re gonna know why we were late!”
“Mm? And would that be so terrible?” He hums, stilling you on his lap, “Would that be so terrible if they knew you were mine?”
You moan into his kiss. His kisses are always so soft and so tender, even when he fucks your brains out. You shiver at the prospect of being his. No more hiding – sure, maybe the company would lose their shit, but you both had proved your worth to the company so you shouldn’t technically lose your jobs.
Maybe.
Maybe it was safer to hide for now.
“Say that again,” You breathe against his lips when you break the kiss.
“What?” His eyes glitter, you falling right into his trap, “Mine?”
He smiles up at you, absolutely obsessed with how you nod wordlessly and are completely captivated by the prospect of actually being together.
“My kitten…” He whispers before he places a kiss on the tip of your nose.
You blush profusely when he does this, but there’s no time to be embarrassed because he’s back to bouncing you up and down on his lap.
“Now be a good little kitten and come on my cock. We don’t want to keep them waiting, do we?”
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YOURE a bunny/puppy/kittyboy thing, IM a bunny/puppy/kittyboy thing, you should totally let me mount you and just go fuckin ham like- clawing at you and fucking you w the urgency of a desperately horny rabbit until my dogknot starts swelling, but i don't wanna stop thrusting bc feeling my hips slapping against your thighs feels so good so i keep moving, forcing my knot in and out of you and making an absolute mess of our thighs with my cum and your slick. like, who cares if that "defeats the purpose of the knot" or "my cum is going to waste"? with how my brain would be just swimming with the primal need to breed you, i could would fuck you so many times NOBODY could question whether id dumped enough of my cum into you to make you mine <3
i think just getting NEAR you could send me into heat in a way I didn't even know was possible, just knowing what you want from me and how hungrily you'll take it would flip a switch in my brain!! panting and presenting for you in every way i can think of- spread out on my back, wrapping shaky limbs around you as we settle into a mating press, or on my knees, dropping my head down, ass up, so both hands can spread myself open more for you, or bending myself over every surface I can see so you can take me from behind, throwing myself at you, balancing enough just up on my knees over you that you can pound into me from below while as reclined as you like- and oh, you'll have me sobbing for it, choked desperate pleas every time you slam into me, seeing stars and knowing there's desperate relief on the horizon, hell, I wouldn't have a lick of control over it, cumming without warning and sinking my nails into you, shifting so you can rut in deeper and wailing with a mix of glee and overstimulation until your perfect doggy knot knocks all the breath from my lungs... when I first start to feel it swell i might panic, scramble against any surface or claw at your back, arms, shoulders, but there's no way I could escape it, and truly, there's no way I could want to escape it, not when the pain-pleasure of that fat knot keeps getting shoved in and out of me on your whim, the sounds of forcing my hole to take it obscene but barely heard over my cries, not when you've spilled into me so much our thighs are soaked and the slam of our hips splatters cum and slick from I don't even know how many orgasms up to our bellies, not when I realize you're just not stopping, and any fear that it's too much, any panic that it's too big, too fast, it all morphs into renewed hunger, into broken pleas for more, to quiet thankyouthankyouthankyous every time you flood my insides, drunk off your knot and swimming in bliss at how claimed I've become. And when you finally tire I'll clench my puffy cunt around you, sloppy and stretched around the shape of you, but still my body milks you for more even once I'm long past most coherent thought, all I know now is that I'm yours, and I'd feel so, so empty without you 💙
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