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iwaasfairy · 6 months
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tw. ddlg, noncon, daddy kink, dom & sub themes, forced threesome, patronization, manipulation, objectification, size kink wordcount. 4.4k
a/n. ♡ i wish i could have done more about this idea but i gave myself a bit of a word count limit for kinktober but don't be surprised if i end up writing more for this in the future jhydgusgfy i wanted to go more extreme but i was a bit bummed by the self imposed limitations kHdyugs iT IS What it is ily thank you for reading
miya atsumu x fem!reader x miya osamu
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You’re pouting somethin’ fierce, and thick crocodile tears bead your lash line like diamonds.
Osamu’s not entirely sure when it started. If it started at all. Maybe things just happened to play out this way, and it was entirely coincidental, a whisper in the grander scheme of your relationship with his brother - all too small to mention. Maybe safer to say, he’s not sure when he started noticing it— but once he began, there was nothing to keep him from seeing it too vividly in every interaction.
You’ve been with Tsumu since your last year together in high school. Stuck with him through thick and thin, every busy month, each and every match and scandal and fallout - and Osamu’s nothing but grateful for that. You make him happy, Hell, even a blind man could see how the blond blossoms open when you’re around. Becoming a more grown, dependable version of himself. Some days Osamu blinks and it’s like his mirror image has far surpassed his own grounded maturity, leaving him behind in the dust. And it’s definitely you that brings that out in him - and he’s grateful.
But — he remembers the early days. More than maybe anyone else, Osamu remembers that it wasn’t always this way. You were definitely more soft and gentle than they were as teens, but you were no shrinking violet either. A decade ago, Atsumu would’ve been caught dead underestimating ya like he does with a glitter in his eye now. Like it’s a game the two of you are clued in on. Osamu’s eyes glide over the scene painted before him, sipping his beer from the couch.
“Aw, pet, you’ve gotta watch where yer goin’. C’mere, did that hurt?” Atsumu is knelt before you, cupping your face between two rough palms, as he kisses up and down your face. Your wobbly sniffles get hidden in his chest when he pulls you in, and rubs your back like you’re a toddler with a scraped knee. Your hands fist into his shirt before you take a deep breath, going up in his warmth. And his twin beams like he’s the happiest man on the planet, before going to pick you up with a bit too much practiced ease.
Osamu’s not against the pda. You’ve always been touchy, and Tsumu’s a clingy bastard at the best of times. “‘M so sorry, baby. Daddy almost walked straight over ya.” It’s more that he has a problem with. He looks away when Atsumu’s hands slide down to grip your ass and squeeze you extra close, looking down for another kiss that you give like it’s been practiced a hundred times. He’s not sure if the slight pout you have on is truly the pain though, or more the embarrassment he can see creep up your ears and cheeks.
“I’m sorry for getting in the way,” you whisper back, and by the time Osamu looks up Atsumu has made it back to the couch with a fresh beer, with you now positioned on his lap and wrapped around him like a baby koala. You don’t look over at him though, barely acknowledging the strange situation. Almost makes him feel like he’s the one that’s out of place, even though he came over on Atsumu’s request. Even though he was invited.
Samu takes another chug of his drink, before raising his brows, leaning in with an attempt to catch your eyes. “Yer not gonna have any? ‘S yer fridge we’re looting.” You only disconnect yourself from Atsumu’s chest to look at him with heat on your cheeks, perfectly treated hair shining as it falls along your shoulders.
“No, thank you. Atsum- uhm- d-daddy doesn’t let me have any unless we’re going out. It makes me get all bloated, so ‘s better I don’t.” Your long lashes flutter, before you smile again, but it doesn’t quite reach your eyes. “I appreciate you looking out for me, Samu.” There’s a beat of silence where his twin seems to give him a look -one he can’t really make out- where Atsumu puts his own beer aside to pull you closer by your hips and wrap his arms around you like you’re best molten to his front. “Hey,” you whisper then, and Atsumu looks up, “can I move? My knees hurt a little like this.”
“‘S that right? Ya wanna turn so you can look at Samu too?” His brilliant smile is almost bright enough to make him ignore the possessive hands that travel too far down when helping you turn, or the almost-subtle groan he lets out when you wiggle back onto his lap. Osamu stares off into the kitchen instead. “You wanna sit ‘n look at someone else ‘cause I won’t do anything. Is daddy not good ‘nough? Maybe I spoil ya a lil’ too rotten.”
“‘M not rotten~, I do like sitting in your lap,” you squeak out almost sadly, starting to leave little pecks all over Atsumu’s lips as if to shut him up. That would probably be good, Osamu thinks. He doesn’t want to consider the possibility that you’re actually tempering him, but it sure does seem like it. “I’m just tired.” And though your voice drops to an almost whisper, he’s too aware of your pouted, glossy lips to not hear every word. Your hands trail through his hair, sliding down his neck with each slow breath. “Just- Daddy, don’t be upset. I’m trying my best.”
You look almost pained to say it, not that his twin cares. “Please don’t get mad.” Anything else passes over Osamu’s head. He just places the empty bottle by his feet and tries to ignore the way you’re now draped onto Atsumu’s lap like you two will start dry humping any second.
“‘M not mad, pretty girl.” The blond grabs two handfuls of ass and rocks your waist against him, making you squeak, before he runs his tongue along his teeth with a noise. “I’m just thinkin’ that I don't want Samu ta see ya like this.”
You whimper when Atsumu’s mouth glides along your jaw and throat, falling back into the couch -crown brushing Osamu’s thigh- when his twin pushes and presses a few kisses down your throat and chest. “Alright, let’s go out.” Then he pulls back flushed, and gets you up along with him. “Before daddy ends up fucking that pretty pussy with a live audience.” He ushers you towards the door with a few pats on your butt. “Go an’ get yer shoes, I’ll tie yer laces for ya, little girl.”
“I- I can really do it myself, ‘s fine.”
It only makes Atsumu puff out his chest, and stare you down with a hungry stare. “Go on, baby. Yer little enough to need my help.” You don’t say anything, but there’s a tense breath of silence that covers the room before you look away with shame written all over your expression.
Osamu’s too speechless to do much but just stare at the side of his brother’s face, who barely shows any emotion other than enjoyment at all. Seriously. It’s not like you to let someone just walk all over you. Or at least, it wasn’t like you, as far as he was concerned. Things have clearly changed. He frowns. “Do ya really have ta talk about ‘er like that when I’m around, stupid Tsumu? Keep it in yer pants, wouldya?”
Instead of the normally snappy reply that he’d expect, the blond just shrugs, tugging at his waistband like the tightness is a little uncomfortable. “Can’t help it. She’s so fuckin’ cute whinin’ and crying out for me.” Brown irises find Osamu’s, and he smiles. “You’d feel the same if ya saw what she can do.” He pats his thighs when you come back from the hall, and holds out his hands. “Come ‘ere, little princess. Daddy’ll dress ya right up.”
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Your frilly little implication of a dress is bunched around your hips as he lets you down from another bear hug, and puts on a slight pout. “I’ll be back soon, baby. They need an emergency setter for just an hour of practice. Maybe two.”
“It’s never just one hour.”
The overly whiny request only makes Atsumu glitter more, as his eyes flick down your body and his tongue is caught between his teeth. Truly, the guy has absolutely no decency. This was supposed to be a fun weekend away from work for the three of ya. Not that Atsumu seems bothered by that. After a few seconds he kisses your forehead though, letting you lean into his arms and looking ever so teenie tiny compared to your boyfriend -they’ve both filled out in both size and muscle since high school after all- and it becomes even more apparent when Tsumu squeezes you under his chin. “If ya need anything ya’ll ask Samu, alright? Just pretend he’s me.”
You bat your lashes at him, but let your grip on him slowly be peeled off. “... Okay. Can I have dinner while you’re gone?”
“Hm, sure.” The blond runs his fingers through his hair. “Daddy’s gonna miss ya. I’m not gonna be gone fer long.” Then he eyes him with a grin that Osamu kind of wants to slap off of his cheeks. “Thanks for ‘sittin ‘er.” He doesn’t reply with a smart remark about him treating you like a dog, and just gives a vague hum instead. With that he gives the brunet a quick wave, and gathers his phone and keys on his way to the door. You linger around the entrance a bit longer, before slowly returning to the dinner table with slightly heated cheeks. You tuck your knees to your chest when you sit and reach for one of the side dishes — and he can’t help but say it when the door falls into lock.
“So, what’s all that about?”
“Hm?” Your head drops to the side slightly as you put some pickled radish in your mouth and hum. “Mm, this ‘s really good, Samu! Can I have some?”
“Help yerself,” he nods, and also slides the plates you can’t reach closer. It’s not like he doesn’t understand it at all. You’ve got that sort of puppy-eyes look down, big and round and soft wherever you look, no matter who you’re talking to. It’s the kind of gentleness that calls for protection, and he’s not even the possessive type, but despite that the feeling of being needed sits on his chest and longs to come out. But still. He can’t help but think Atsumu’s overplaying his cards. “Seriously though. You know ya can tell my shitty brother no, right? I’ll straighten ‘em out for ya.”
The words seem to process for a moment, before you load some more food onto your utensils and swallow it with a little noise of thoughtfulness. “I- I don’t know. Atsumu says he likes being the provider. At first it was just little stuff he helped with, and I thought it was nice to be cared for.” You fumble a little with the chopsticks when a piece of fish is extra slippery, and smile when he helps you out and picks it up, carrying it towards your mouth. “You don’t know how long it’s been since I’ve fed myself instead of Tsumu doing it for me,” you softly mention. That’s weird, ain’t it? That’s definitely weird.
Still he’s carrying the food to your mouth, and be it instinct, or habit, you look too fuckin’ sweet waiting like a puppy for him to help out, big, doe-eyes and all.
You let the piece onto your tongue, before wrapping those pretty lips around and gratefully humming and — fuck. You don’t notice the way his brow ticks, but his stomach rolls with the realization. Instead of lingering too long on the implication that he might feel the same exact way as his twin, he lets you talk, after chewing for a while. “I just- I don’t like that he doesn’t ever take me seriously anymore. He thinks I can’t do anything by myself, even brushing my own teeth, or picking out clothes! It’s so- so frustrating-” you continue until you run out of air, and seem to suddenly realize who you’re talking to. “Oh, don’t tell Atsumu that. Please don’t tell him. He gets so upset and I don’t like it when he’s mad.”
Samu can’t help but just nod in agreement, not sure what else to say. He doesn’t think his brother would ever hurt ya. Then again, Samu also didn’t think his brother was much of a kink lifestyle sort of guy until the last few months— so clearly he doesn’t know everything anymore. And you seem… okay with it, right? He’s not sure, really. Would he even have the guts to tell Tsumu off if he was sure you weren’t? Instead of lingering on that uncomfortable possibility, he pivots. “Let’s watch somethin’? What do ya wanna see?”
Your eyes shimmer when they flick up, and you swallow before smiling. “Can I choose?” You wiggle in your seat. “Atsumu -w-well- daddy doesn’t let me watch scary stuff, but I’ve been dying to watch the Ring again.” You then lean into his space a little more, and he feels his heart skip a beat. “I assume I don’t have to snuggle up to you though? He did say to pretend you’re him but…” You wrap your thin sweater a little closer. “I’ll hold your hand? He can’t get mad that way.”
How can he say no when you’re staring at him with those fucken stars in your eyes? His fingers find yours on the table, and your hand feels way smaller and softer than his own work-worn ones. “Yeah, sure. But ya shouldn’t watch nothin’ ta give ya nightmares though…” The urge to pick you up and wrap you nice and safe in his embrace becomes stronger by the second, and his eyebrows furrow.
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Atsumu is quick to descend on you in the safety of the separate room. His hands glide down your sides and hike up your shirt over your arms, before running his fingertips down the valley of your breasts. “Samu was nice to ya?”
“Mhm,” you bop your head a few times, shivering when the cooler air peaks your nipples and Tsumu brushes his thumb over them. “He was- r-really- ah daddy, that tickles.” Your voice trembles when he eyes you down, before letting his fingers trail down to your shorts instead. He motions your butt up and you lift yourself politely, letting him slide those down your legs too as he lifts one and starts placing kisses down your ankle up your leg. “You said we’d get ready for bed~”
“We are gettin’ ready,” his smile goes a little crooked when you bite your lip, “just curious ‘s all. Ya think Samu likes ya?” He lets you fall back onto the plush covers before walking into the ensuite and coming back with some skincare that he places unceremoniously onto the bedside table- and you frown. If your boyfriend asked you a few years ago, you’d assume he was just genuinely curious. About you getting along with his family, his twin, his other half. But now, there’s an agenda woven into the words. Always is.
“We get along well. Why?”
His lips jerk up, and with a simple shrug he continues. “He’s good too ya, ain’t he? An’ I’ve been thinking I want Samu to watch us some time.” You’re too shocked to say anything, but your mouth drops open. No.
No, it’s already embarrassing how he makes you whine and whimper like a pet for him when you’re alone. It’s embarrassing when he makes you call him daddy when there’s people around with no shame- like he gets off on it. But this- his hands find your face with a soaked cotton pad to start cleaning you with gentle motions, and you find your eyes starting to water. You hate that you’ve become this fragile little flower that can’t speak up when it matters. You’d like to think you’re still the same. But your lip wobbles too easily as Atsumu continues, and your voice cracks.
The mortification is too much to bear, it swallows you up whole. He couldn’t possibly make you. “I don’t want that.”
“What’s that?” he coos, eyelids hooded. He leans down to you more.
You push his hand away from your face and frown, but tears still spill over. You fucking hate being such a crybaby. “I don’t want Samu to watch us.” You still frown though, doing your best to blink away the waterworks. And instead of taking you seriously - of course - Tsumu tilts his head in that sort of understanding that you’re throwing a tantrum like a toddler might. But you’re serious. You mean it. His freshly washed hair falls over his brows, but his hands still find your shoulders to keep you in place below him.
“Aw, baby. Poor girl.” The soft rubbing of his thumb along your skin only makes you more shaky in that feeling, his eyes roaming your body before he pushes you back onto the bed and crawls onto it beside you, pulling you into his touch. It doesn’t escape you that you’re already naked and he’s still dressed, keeping you tight. “I didn’t mean to upset ya. Shhh, shhh, it’s okay.” You swallow, and push against his chest with a slight whimper - why can’t he take you seriously?
“I mean it, Atsumu.”
Before you can say anything else he pinches your cheek hard, and his dark brows lace together. “Don’t be rude.” The darkness fades quickly, but he still doesn’t show any intention of letting you go. In fact, because of his strength against you you’re only forced deeper into his embrace, head pressed to his warm chest. “Daddy’ll take care of you. Always do, don’t I?” You open your mouth to retort, but he interrupts again, and squishes your cheeks together before placing a few patient kisses onto your pouty lips. “Listen to daddy. It’ll be fine.”
It’s so frustrating.
You want to move. You want to remove yourself from the situation he’s putting you in, or put on some fucking clothes, and instead you’re being mocked by him. Once more you try to give him a push for some space, but because he barely feels it or pretends not to, you don’t make a dent. “Tsumu, I don’t want to have sex with your brother watching~” you end up crying out, feeling the tears well up again. “Get off of me.” You start wiggling, as his hand wraps around your wrist and forces it to wrap around his body, clamping your hands together behind his back as he rolls over and starts kissing the top of your head.
“Don’t cry, don’t cry. Everything’s gonna be okay.” You want him to leave you alone. “My sweet little girl. You don’t gotta fight me, ‘m not doin’ nothing. I’m here for ya.” His heartbeat is so steady against you that it makes you want to shove him and scream in his face to fuck off, but of course you don’t. You don’t scream. You don’t push, or fight, or make yourself clear. All you can do is cry into his shirt as his smell wraps around you and you struggle to make the waterworks stop.
“Let go~” you sniffle into his shirt, and shiver when his hands start sliding down to pull you back onto him, forcing his thick, strong thigh between your legs. Your straining muscles give up after a while of pushing back, and his embrace still stays.
“Shush, little baby. I got ya, don’t worry yer pretty little head.”
“Daddy~” you whine softer this time, and don’t fight him when he nudges you face up to kiss him. He groans for a moment in what can only be satisfaction at winning the fight, before rolling over so you’re trapped under his heavy body, chest rising and falling against him. And as you try to stop crying, Atsumu has the nerve to rub your head like all of this isn’t his fault.
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You can’t escape the heavy gaze anywhere you look. It’s suffocating. Not that you have much room to think about it between the way Tsumu’s taking up your space and forcing one of your legs over his shoulder so he can spread you open. It’s a brief reprieve from the prying eyes blocked by his broad back, but you know it will end. Because Tsumu didn’t just drag his twin here to know that someone’s watching. He wants to make a show of you. To show off the type of power he- oh. Your half-lidded eyes flutter open wider when his fingers spread open your slick and your pussy clenches around nothing.
And Atsumu grins. “Yer so quiet, baby. Are’ya shy?” You don’t answer that, instead trying to chase after his hand when he moves away, wrapping comparatively small hands around his wrist. You can feel the heat of Samu at the foot of the bed, uncomfortably perched onto it with his knee before he dips the mattress further, and your blinks get more rapid.
“Daddy… I- I don’t-”
“Hush,” he moves your other leg aside more, leaving you spread embarrassingly open before he dips his body and glides both hands under your ass, lifting you a few inches. His mouth descends without thinking, kisses and then tongue making you whimper as he eats you out. Not gently, but possessive, demanding licks that drag your split attention right back to him - only until Samu leans forward a little to get a better view. This is so fucking embarrassing. “Mh- Taste good, pretty thing.” Atsumu’s eyes have that same cocky, knowing look he always does when he gets you like this. You won’t do anything back, and he knows that. “Yer droolin’ all over my chin.”
You are. The slick’s coating his lips when he pulls back, trailing kisses up your thighs, before he slides two fingers inside your squelching pussy traitorously slow, and watches your face scrunch. He’s big. He always is, and knows it too, big hands, big thighs, chest, shoulders. Most of all, he’s fucked you enough times now to know that you can’t take him easily without prep, and even that is embarrassing. You could have gone a whole lifetime without having Osamu know that. Why did he even agree to this?
“Little brat,” Tsumu says after a few seconds, flicking your nipple painfully as he stares, clenching his jaw. “Don’t be rude. Samu came all the way out here to see ya, ‘n yer gonna lock up the whole time?” You swallow, and try to talk, but he instead curls his fingers inside your pussy and slides them deeper. Right where you can’t handle them, until you have no choice but to curl and wiggle away from him, mouth pulling open to moan.
“Ah, agh, daddy! Daddy, daddy.” Samu’s broad shouldered figure being barely dressed in a tank and boxers, along with Atsumu’s almost godly physique hanging over you is too much. You shut your eyes. “I can’t- f-focus.” You hold onto his arm as he fucks his fingers in and out of you for long enough that your entire body starts tingling, before he peels you off and turns you over. Rough hands hike you onto your knees, and your ass up in the air before his rough palm lands hard and sends a stinging heat through your legs. “Ow, ow~”
“That’s more like it. I know yer a noisy little bitch.” He rubs your lips up and down with his thumb a few more times, before you hear the sound of boxers being peeled off. “Now, what do ya say when daddy will give ya something ya want?”
He presses the hot head of his cock against you but doesn’t push in yet, and your poor pussy clenches around nothing as tears fill your eyes and you grip two fistfuls of pillow. You can’t say it. Not with Samu sitting right there, judging you both for- another sharp spank makes you shiver, and you whimper into the pillow. The sting aches until heat blooms under the damaged skin, and you unclench your teeth. “Please, daddy? Please fuck me.” You doubt you’re stretched enough to take him comfortably, even with the fingering and all the wetness coating your puffy pussy and the inside of your thighs. “Pretty please?”
There’s a few moments before his hand presses down on your back and his cock slides inside, and you do your best not to gasp too much feeling him force you open. It aches though, and you have to widen your knees to make room and— God it feels so good. You’re not sure whether to cry because of the feeling, or because you can’t stop yourself from moaning high pitched and whiny like a whore putting on her best performance. You really can’t help it. “Agh, ah- d-daddy, move, please.” The heavy weight of his cock bottoms out and he presses his heavy balls against you for a few seconds, before pulling out with a groan.
The motion pulls your entire body back, only stopped by his hand, like you’re some cocksleeve— and you cry harder. “Ah, ah, ugh— Atsumu,” you pout, and he pets your head.
“I’m right here, doll. Does that feel good?” You nod, and cling on, before opening your eyes to look at him with his thighs right next to your head and stroking his cock with an almost torturous pace. You whimper when being bottomed out into, and then your eyes shoot open. You can’t turn, but the low groan Samu lets out when you clench hard around him, says enough— and Tsumu laughs as he watches you panic and your bottom lip wobble, petting your head. Like this is all some big game, keeping you down under his hand while you shake your head.
“No, no- you said- you said he’d watch- agh, daddy! No, no no no, you promised! You promised.” You can’t stop yourself from moaning when he hits deep inside, fucking you much too well. Your mouth falls open as you try to stop the sound, but Tsumu’s touch only gets more demanding as his twin picks up the pace.
“Shhh, shhh, Samu likes ya so~ much. It’s just this one time. And then daddy’ll take good care of ya, promise.”
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fionarara · 9 months
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+ GOJŌ SATORU x READER .
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+ T W ⇾ 18+ only . smut . sugar daddy!gojo . dilf!gojo . f!reader . implied ddlg dynamics . adult age gap (the amount is your interpretation) . aquaphilia aka underwater sex . praise . a bit of a baby bimbo reader so um dacryphilia, no rly, like i’m talking actual tears, yeah . gojou has a dumb joke (or two) . mention of divorce (not yours) and of gojo’s child (also not yours) . slight size kink if you squint . i feel like both flaunted capitalism and vapid self-indulgence needs a tag here ?? we be explorin dark kink of all kinds on this here blog, right? (。>ω<。) . reader has a few nicknames . no beta . and lastly, probably goes without saying but daddy kink, i repeat, daddy kink . oyasumi ✌︎ .
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+ A N ⇾ um, istg i totally did not mean to post this dilf!gojo on actual father’s day, h-whoa? but the universe just always has my back i swear, an amazing coincidence as i only realized right before posting, and somehow it feels *symbolic* ?? - this is for the sugar daddy collab by @sleepysnk, ty for letting me join last minute summer ♡ 
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+ W C ⇾ circa 5,500
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Zz Zz Zz.
Within your skirt a vibration kicks off. 
The ringing of a phone tucked into the waistband against your tummy chimes out its soft little tune where you withdraw it to peek at the screen. Flashing vibrantly across its surface reads ‘DD Gojo’, and the smile unveiling on your face shines as brightly as the reflected device in your palm.
From where you stand on the sidewalk in elegant heels, all dolled up for the occasion, the twilight of dusk is visible on the horizon. The vision of picturesque dark multi-colored hues harmonize nicely with the wafting scent of warm pastries and tea in the air nearby, out from the cafe of the luxury shopping center you’ve been waiting in front of: Gojo’s favorite meeting spot. Whereby inevitably, has become yours as well. 
A place you have both frequented together before, where he has showered you with many gifts, many times over, treasured in both of your memories. Cherished adventures built here upon wining and dining at the finest restaurants, playing dress up at the shops amongst extravagance, the cavalcade of glittering jewels and lavish garments–all the things you deserve as far as he’s concerned. He is of the belief that whatever you receive should be nothing but the best the world could ever offer, or at least his wallet, he figures. 
And since life has been really tough on him lately–divorce is a bitch, the entire ongoing legal process has been one drawn out migraine–you and your overall companionship are so highly prized, not only in his day-to-day, but because of the new glow you’ve supplied his life. Especially during the last several months of regularly seeing one another after the separation from his marriage. 
Unabashed in his absolute fondness for you, he has deemed you his little crème de la crème angel.
You pick up the jingling phone in your hand.
Gojo Satoru seems to be in an especially exuberant and silly mood when his voice forces a notable husky tone, answering your greeting with a fun-loving tease, a low murmur on the other end of the call.
“Ring-ding-dong—is baby ready for my dong, sweets?” He finds himself hilarious, goofy, a laugh ripping out of his throat with audacity, clearly and thoroughly enjoying his own terrible joke.
Wow. There’s that classic on-a-whim, lively, larger-than-life bluntness that comes along with Gojo’s Sagittarius energy you have come to know well: he’s innately playful and comedic, fun, loud, has got a charmingly sharp tongue with no filter—it can sometimes come back to bite him in the ass if he’s not careful—and all of that is blanketed by a sort of fiery sense of passion for the things he loves.
The fact remains that his way of being has always been able to find a kind of carefree humor within you, something so inexplicable. He brings out in you a sense of total ease or lightness you weren’t even sure you were capable of. A kind of untapped, unfettered joy no one has ever been able to touch in you before…
So you’re halfway snickering at him now, amused, but with full-blown sarcasm you reply, “Ha–ha, Satoru, you’re so classy…” then you’re truly giggling, “...just shuddup and get over here already.” You try to restrain the crack of a too-wide smile from spreading across your cheeks, but fail, gloriously.
So you give in to it. Deciding to oblige him, you press the mic of the phone closer to your lips with a hand cupped over your mouth, shielding your next spoken words while you avert your head downward in a play of secrecy. It’s almost a whisper when you respond. 
“But…yes, I think that…just maybe, I am ready for it. Got it?”
He’s unable to actually see the minxy raise of your brow shown on your face, but the gesture is not lost on him from the tone in your voice. He hears it loud and clear.
“Jeesus, baby, I’m comin’, I’m comin’...”, the subtle rise of anticipation within him giddy and excitable. "Listen, I’m almost there. My GPS says I’m two minutes away.”
Late afternoon air has you rubbing away chilly goosebumps alive on your skin, particularly your upper arms, to bring you warmth. “Ok, good. Please hurry, it’s getting nippy out.” 
“Oh?” Here it comes… “Mm, ya better have nipples out…see you soon.” The sound of a bold chuckle is distorted by the phone speaker before it’s cut off by a prompt click. He disconnected the call in that way.
Already, it is your second humored eye-roll of the evening from his cheeky Gojo-behavior and you haven’t even seen him yet.
Your chest is lighter because of it.
The shopping bags in your grasp shift from two hands into one, your free hand thumbing to find the golden credit card Gojo lent you in the pocket of your jacket. Assuring yourself that it’s still there is important. 
Over a month ago, he had broken the news of how meetups between the two of you would soon become more of a challenge, due to court and custody hearings surrounding the finalization of his divorce. You’d be spending a considerable amount of time apart, he’d said. It would be longer than usual, by a whole month, and offered to grant you some form of consolation in return. So the very next day, an express-shipped credit card appeared at your doorstep in the fine afternoon with a letter enclosed. In it, he expressed that you were to use it and shop to your little heart’s content. The only deal was that you would hand it back upon the arrival of this date.
The car that pulls up to double park along the curbside beside you is, without a doubt, the most expensive car you will have ever ridden. It’s new. Gojo had mentioned it last week, making the purchase to lift his spirits and also as celebration for the court case he’d won against his ex. They’d granted him equal joint custody of their child. Actually, his final stop prior to fetching you this evening had been dropping off his baby daughter.
The door swings open on its own, remotely controlled by electronics. In view and resting on the front seat is a tatty teddy bear belonging to his child that was forgotten.
“Oops, lemme move that for you.” Somehow the sight of this tiny plush toy in his large hand brings about the sweetest rush in you for him. The stuffed animal is laid to rest onto the back seat where you also note a hollow purple baby bottle leaking a dribble of spilt milk from its nipple and onto the cushion. 
Nineties grunge-rock plays soft on the radio when you climb in. The air is filled with a sweet and peppery, woodsy scent, one you recognize immediately–it’s him, his comforting cologne so greatly missed, only making you that much more aware of just how profound the ache has truly been for this moment to be by his side. 
Crawling towards him, you pelt your eager arms around his neck, a way that communicates it has felt like an eternity apart. Both of you have a greater sense of it now, from being in the other’s presence. You can hardly keep your exhilaration in check, not with the soft squeals you let loose on his shoulder. For a moment, together you melt, breathing into each other.
It hangs in the air of the moment as you embrace. 
The weight of the wait. 
He then cradles you deeper, pulling you into an assertive kiss so welcoming, so sloppy with intention, it’s as if he’s blissfully unconcerned with how messy it is because, finally, you’re here. Letting you know it’s been far too long for him when he’s matting your cheeks with numerous pecks and taking in the scent of your hair.
Withdrawing to observe you, his eyes alight with radiance at the full sight of you, your energy. “God, I almost forgot just how stunning you are. Look at you! Just…incredible.”
The praise washes over you and after exchanging a few more greeting words, of how you’ve longed to see each other, he shifts the car gear into drive. 
Buildings whip across the dark sunset and late dusk settles in. The spectacle of nightfall on this ride, of the city through the windshield, excites him enough to ignite a sudden curious stir in his pants. Maybe it’s the prospect of what night can bring with you along after so much distance that has his dick twitch at the thought alone.  
And with that, his hand is creeping over to your lap. It should be almost comical when you believe for the quickest moment that his approaching hand would be innocent. One only of affection, to caress you, a gentle expression only in missing you…
But consequently, their energy becomes different—turn into those fingers, the kind you know well that are wanting, possessive. And being able to even think another thought is lost on you before he is squeezing at the thickest part of your inner thigh then slipping under your skirt.
“Satoruuu…wait…” you swat his arm with a light tap, dissuading him from getting too distracted. It’s happened once or twice before he’s lost control of the wheel when attempting something as naughty as this, but it is half-hearted when you breathily urge, “…pay…pay attention to the road…” 
Not a moment later, out from the speakers the bass booms more loudly, the volume amplifying higher by the second where the music thumps heavy throughout your body. You locate the outlandish crystal-eyed culprit and his thumb pressing the ‘+ volume up’ button on the steering wheel.
Not only does he have the music blasted, but has the gall to flash a cutesy grin of mischief at you, a most sinful and impish face. That expression is followed up with a playful mocking yell, where the holler of his voice competes and cuts through the music. 
“HUH, baby?-! WHAT? I can't hear you!” he teases, then carries on anyway with the slide of his fingers between your pressed thighs. It’s difficult for you not to part them a smidge while the electric feel of his three fingers reaches for your clothed cunt. They press flat against your mound at the first touch, then begin to fondle lightly at the grooves of your pussy, tracing the outer shape of it with his fingertips. 
Having some restraint here had been your aim, but tonight you seem to be failing plenty at not completely succumbing to his whimsical charm–it's just been so long since you’ve been near him–you’d almost forgotten how magnetic his presence truly is. 
Attempting to keep your desire hidden, you try stifling the puff of air that escapes your throat, turning your head away towards the window, but it is futile. On full display to him now is how unable you are to withstand his spellbinding touch, and he’d spotted it. That little starved expression tells Gojo how badly you’re fiending, it has him lowering the radio, the amplitude of the loud song descending and funneling out of the small space, volume all the way down so he can very clearly hear what his defiance has wrought on you. 
Listening to your tiny constrained moans sends heat straight through his abdomen. You do not want to be condoning any of this while he’s driving, but unfortunately for your willpower, you act on instinct when you begin pawing desperately at the muscular forearm connected to strong fingers massaging over the wet spot of your panties.
“Yeahh…you like this, huh? Knew it.” 
But, in a moment too soon, he is cut off by an abrupt swerve of the car and you gasp.
“Shit–” he grips steadfast onto the wheel, gaining composure of the vehicle.
“...Alright, alright, you were right. Let’s save this.” Punctuating the final word with one reassuring pat down onto your pussy, it's honestly more like a gentle spank.
You’re pouting, but of course you nod, agree, and settle into the electrically warmed seat produced by the suave leather chair, feeling loosened up.
Safety first.
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The door to Gojo’s opulent estate, only a fraction of what sits on a 22-acre property, welcomes you by the greeting of a polished and suited butler. Warm lighting casts down from the expansive ceiling and it’s the first time this evening you’re able to catch a true glimpse of Gojo’s eyes. They look a bit tired, a tad worn from his recent circumstances, but it is truly a wonder how he can make even a light touch of under-eye bags look sexy.
Walking past the foyer toward the candle-lit living room, you extend him your comfort. Wrapping your arm around the bulk of his bicep, the other palm reaches for the hard pec on his chest to rub soothing circles of understanding. 
Here you are at long last, approaching the grand sofa, both of you plopping yourselves atop the plush expanse and seamlessly locking on to one another. He relishes in the beautiful body flush against his. 
Encircling his waist with your arms, you find it rather cute in taking note that he is marginally plumper around his middle than before, having developed a more modest weight around his butt and love handles. Though abs of steel still ripple his shirt, the overworked dad you hold in your arms seems to have relaxed a little from the recent stress and you are filled with a sudden pride for him. 
A light-hearted joke flickers in your mind of his natural ability to take up space from his energy alone anyway–how you admire it, a part of you secretly wishing you could embody more of that in yourself–but mostly in how you appreciate this bigger physical development in him, because it now means there's a little more of him in the world.
“Shall we toast?” he suggests, so he whips you up a nice pink drink while he sips hard gin on the rocks, leaning back, thighs spread open like an empowered slut. 
Curiosity then strikes him when the haul of shopping bags sitting on the floor from your spree earlier this evening catches his eye. “Ooo, lemme me take a peek at what you got.” he sits up and nods, face gleaming. 
One by one each item is showcased and he is enthralled by every piece, because of course he is—it’s part of why he adores you, chose you, your keen eye and clear level of taste has always been impeccable, distinct and unique, highly attractive. 
Then his heart is increasing in size as you confirm, right here, right now, that those aren’t amongst your only positive qualities when you’re showing him you’d also picked up something for him and had been thoughtful enough to do so. An ornate watch is pulled out of a fresh bag by your delicate hands, that then with a snap is on his wrist, handsome as it glints and refracts in the candlelight of the room.
Your body reaches over the littered items on the elaborate rug, clasping the final shopping bag which houses the bikini you had bought for this reunion by his request. 
He whistles at it. “Superb. Model it for me, will you, babe?”
You do. Twirl, shimmy, joke with an exaggerated runway catwalk, giggle, then there’s something visible written on his face and you’re able to anticipate what his next move might be.
Gojo had developed a pension for bestowing you with a few cutesy nicknames in the time spent getting to know you. Amongst his favorites and most frequently used is that of ‘cherrybomb’. Must be a fan of The Runaways, you figured, but it truly came about when, almost exclusively, you began wearing rouge-shade lipsticks in his presence. Perhaps you could make yourself seem a little older, you’d hoped, give yourself a closer touch of sophistication in his world by presenting yourself in such a way. 
But mostly he’d donned you with the specific moniker because a smattering of the red tends to end up around the lower half of his dick after he's had his way with you, a faint painted crimson over his pelvis near where it meets the shaft. 
You’re halfway through striking a faked model pose when he lifts himself off the couch and approaches. With an index finger so sensual, he presses up into the cushion of your ruby lips, holding tight to your gaze, coaxing you with a query, “So, gonna help daddy feel better now, cherrybomb?"
Then, far into the depths of crystalline aqua you swim, deep into the mesmerizing eyes that lock onto yours and you say nothing; nothing except for an exhale of hot moist vapor releasing onto the firm finger that baits you. The slow lick you give it afterward, dragging your tongue up along the column of his digit, landing at the tip, answers any and all of his questions. He can already feel the swell of blood trickling in to fill up his cock.
The time has come for his hand to guide you through another hallway toward the recently completed construction of a large-scale naturesque onsen the size of a massive pool, installed in the outdoor area beyond the sliding doors. Intending to experience it tonight for the first time was on his agenda, professing his desire to christen the new space with you, right before he glides a magnificent lustered glass door to one side, letting you through.
You step into the open atmosphere: water bedazzled by moonlight, submerged light fixtures softly illuminating a mint-aqua azure-blue glow, steam rising thick as fog. A plethora of tall bamboo trees enclose the surrounding space, a waterfall cascades off a giant boulder just around the bend and beneath your feet and everywhere is an assortment of gorgeous stones varying in shapes, sizes and sorts.
Gojo leans into you from behind when you approach the onsen’s outer edge, planting kisses along your neck. A clean tug at the string of your bikini top by his hand has it flopping off your breasts, exposing them to the crisp night air, amongst the sprinkle of stars hanging in the heavens. Bikini bottoms hit your ankles next and he strips completely, down to his boxers, then to nothing at all. Already he’s rock hard, a cock so upright, it seems it could nearly touch his abs.
A large hand links to yours, leading you down into the inviting water.
"God, you’re tiny next to me." He tells you, loving how much his big build towers your frame, admiring your body from behind as you descend into the blue, bare feet hitting each lowered pebbled step.
Submerging into warmth, it cradles you as you dip in. Vapor floats off the lapping surface where your joined bodies bob together in water, all of your limbs wrapped around him. He wastes not another second longer, gripping you impossibly closer, making out with you, ardently; proving himself to be ever the great multitasker with one hand gripped on your asscheek and another kneading at your breast.
Now the sizzling of your skin isn’t from the heated water alone, for beneath the very surface you simmer for him, a robust flame of aching arousal so unbearable it has you trembling. Shaky and flustered by lust, from how strong hands grope every inch of your body, how his tongue intoxicates you as it rolls fluidly against yours, he senses it all—how overcome you are by need—making him groan with a fire in his belly, as do you, too. 
Desire has your spine arching. Legs still grasped to his waist, your ass pops backward as far as it will reach, creating easy access for him where he can trace fingertips along the crack of your ass as a guide, down to the ‘X’ which marks the spot of your slick hole.
Two thick fingers dip up, curl inside you, and plumes of oxygen off your light moans release between whimpers. Like your third eye opening, the instant clarity you receive in understanding how these fingers are able to create such powerful sorcery is made evident now, by his digits making literal magic in you as they fuck you filthy beneath the water. 
“Missed you like hell.” He murmurs, then you grip tighter, moaning, sucking a quick bruise on his neck. 
Yet all too soon, he notes the angle of his wrist is not ideal, nor the slight pushback from the water. All of it provides much resistance for him to thrust into you at the necessary speed that he knows would truly have you unraveling for him.
A light bulb flicks on in his head.
“Turn for me.” He commands, gentle and true.
In favor of getting you back to the onsen steps without letting you lose arousal, he whips your body around, directing your arms to wind behind his neck, your ankles to wrap around his. With your back meeting his chest, exposed nipples sting wet in the cold bite of the air, wading you through the water. His goal to keep that hot coil of desire burning within you also means his own cravings run high right now, to have you squirming on his fingers from this position, knowing where that button can be pressed upon. 
“Thaaat’s it, baby, keep it up for me…” He entices, approvingly, an eager hand reaching from around your hip to the front, massaging over your clit in winding motions of expertise. His game is won when your hips begin to stutter, rocking and chasing for more of his touch and he can sense the steady rhythm of your thighs tensing against his.
Soon, your feet hit the stony steps. Placed on a higher level than him, it gives him reason to bend you over as planned, to hike your ass up above the waterline where it collects just around your thighs. It’s there you are instructed to hold steadfast on the edge of the onsen.
“Good, baby. Just like that.”
He reckons it’s his turn to make you pliant and easy access for himself. From where he stands below, waist deep in water, his face is lined with the entirety of your raw nether-region, anxiously awaiting to eat you out from behind.
But first, the sight of you like this is truly something to behold.
Here is a quick moment of pause for Gojo, caught in admiring the beauty of pearlescent vapors casting heat off of every bit of your skin, dancing upward through the shine of moonbeams contrasted against the darkness.
“Mmm.” There’s a tone of carnal wonder—and just a touch of light playfulness—in his humbled voice. “Your pussy is steaming hot, baby. Literally.”
You whine from the unfavorable lack of contact as he purrs his sweet words. Air is blown over your bare steamy cunt by his lips, cooling it down, watching it clench, eyeing heat vapors disperse around it. Then he gingerly pries the petals of your pussy open, lingers in admiration for another moment longer before finally tugging your thighs backward to strike his face onto the wet folds. He impresses a deep open-mouthed kiss onto it, sucking your pussy slow and deep into his mouth, and you snap—out comes your ungodly cry in ecstasy. He makes it sloppy, purposefully a bit disheveled, all wicked slurps and licks of passion, and a huff from his nose hits your asshole in a stimulating sensation. 
The taste of the mineral water mixed with the sweet drip of your cunt thoroughly quenches his thirst for this christening.
Light daddy scruff from his lower face can be felt against you as another slow upward lick nearly grazes your anus. He wants to create a plateau of his tongue stretching across the whole of your pussy, so he’s scooping under to search for your clit and press there, toying with the nub for several long languid beats. 
That is until he makes a quicker decision to swap it in favor of shoving his fingers inside you and pump them with force from behind. When you thrust back to help his fingers reach deeper, he already misses his face being trapped and pressed to your cunt, so he moves back to slurping your clit too. 
Your head falls forward as you crescendo from tiny whimpers into staccato groans, then sensing him pause for the smallest of moments only to catch a breath where you can feel his rapid draw of air.
He is attuned to when your hips begin gyrating harder onto his sucks, it’s a signal you’re close to your finish. So he doubles down, grabbing hold of your sides in a bruising grip, fingertips digging deep into the flesh of your hips where he forces you tighter onto his face. All that’s left to give is a tiny sting of pain to send you reeling and crying out his name, so his large hand cracks down on an asscheek, several filthy slaps, with the swirl of his tongue still on you.
He alternates, working and circling open your tender hole to motioning down onto pulsating clit-sucks in such perfect rhythm, it’s like the epic beat of a hit song—and in an instant, it must be your favorite tune, because now you’re singing out along with it, belting out with a searing vibrant orgasm that courses through you.
Your elbows and knees wobble, near to collapse, but he’s caught you just in time with a slide of his arm underneath your tummy, holding you up with another hand by your outer thigh. 
And you feel entirely supported by him, in many more ways than one.
You’re weakened and topple sweetly into the water, flopping backward into his broad chest. He draws in your back from behind, whispering warmth in your ear. “Daddy’s turn.”
The way your cheeks beam in post-glow daze has him tender-hearted. “Aw, my little cherrybomb…” he brushes away clumped strands of hair plastered to your face, “...like how only I can make you feel?”
Being older than you means he’s more experienced. No one other than Gojo has even remotely had you cumming as hard, so you can't deny his accuracy. You’d never dream of denying it anyway.
“Without question, daddy,” a little raspy voice so sincere, your body twirling in the clear blue liquid to face him outright, telling him point blank, “you’re the only one that has the power to make me feel this good.” Nearly sung like a lullaby off your tongue, you stare up at him with the most earnest eyes.
The sweet innocence of your praise is so astounding it raises his eyelids to widen so greatly until the appearance of the moon’s reflection fully shines in his eyes ; a genuine response to your unwavering devotion. Then it’s gone in a flash, because his eyelids shut when he’s peppering a line of kisses over your forehead and his dick is forcibly throbbing against you.
“Mhm yeah, you feel that?” He sucks on your earlobe, it’s still between lips as his whisper vibrates on the sensitive skin. “Want you bad. Help your daddy out now."
It’s nearly impossible to contain yourself when the all consuming thought and need in this moment is his grown cock in your hand, to supply him with anything and everything that would satisfy him, service him with the utmost amount of pleasure possible it’s as though he would never again know of pain.
Plunging forward and splashing further into the water, you hurl yourself onto him, a hand wrapped around his cock, an arm thrown around his nape. You pull him into another session of sucking one another’s faces, feverish mouths echoing moans into each other while you fist him below the water.
Gradually, the motion pushes him further and further backward until his spine hits an eventual rocky wall, arms-length away from the flow of the waterfall.
Gojo hauls you up by your thighs to wrap over his hips, simply wanting you to feel how hard he is from the outside, skin against skin, tenderly outlining the full protruding length of himself over your folds. Teasing between velvety lips, he’s grinning at how much of your slick can be felt through the water as he rhythmically runs his hard cock to bump up against your clit. Pleasure erupts through you with uncontrollable shuddering, from the remembrance of how unbelievable it could be just to have Gojo rubbing over you, the rush of the hazy memory all comes flooding back to you now.
Your head cannot withstand its own weight any longer, dropping dead into his fragrant shoulder, the scent of his neck driving you to delirium, inducing an almost intolerable desire for him.
 “Enjoying yourself?” He chimes, but you are barely able to muffle out an agreement with your mouth muted against his skin. The best you can give is a tiny nod and it feels you’ve mildly blacked-out behind closed lids. “Tell me how much you need it.” He commands.
“I-I…” you start, but it dies in your throat, “...I...I–”
“Come on, baby,” he coos, a little smug, a bit more pride in his request, “I wanna hear it.”
You're at a loss, struggling to form coherent sentences, already helplessly weak from his cock and it's not even inside of you yet.
“...so...s-so bad, please…I–”
A wordless understanding soon emanates between you both, suspended in the air surrounding you. It’s a palpable exchange of etheric empathy. He understands–identifies, since you have never spent this much time apart before and seeping into the gravity of that is also beginning to make him feel dizzied. “That's it…that’s it…you can do it, sweets, you can tell me...” He rocks his taunting hips, hypnotizing your needy hole from the outside with the prodding head of his cock as you try once more to formulate a sensical sentence.
“D-don't think…I've ever…wanted anything–so badly–I-I–” 
The more you babble, the harder he throbs.
“Daddy, I just–!” You feel actual tears starting to well up in your eyes, “–missed you so much-!”
An unexpected pang in your chest induces a flood of tears from your lower lash line. It’s only obvious to you now that you’ve been harboring this specific avoided emotion for a while, possibly even weeks. Trying to keep “strong”, convincing yourself you’ve been fine, or shoving down anything that would surface from within you about making the distance a bigger deal than you thought it ought to be.
Feeling so foolish, naive, to be crying with a mix of anguished pleasure for him, you lightly choke on your resistance to all of it, but without any ability to stop it.
He slows, then halts to observe your face, detecting the moisture below your eyes. It catches him by surprise. Concerned for you, he speaks with care. 
“Aww, angelll…” 
A tear streams down your cheek where he stops it with his lips, kissing it away, and Gojo feels his cock swell harder.
Undeniably horny by your undeniable ache for him.
A hand swipes over your face, shushing you to calm. “Shh…that's alright, okay baby, shh, you did good–so good speaking up for me–letting me know how much you want me…” soothing tingles by gentle scratches of his hands along your back quell you, “...re-laaa-x…shh…that was good enough for me now.”
Your cheeks are burning, born out of the pit of stupidity you feel as it pools in your stomach. Yet still, you continue to tear up, subtle quivering comes in waves over your body and has him offering you more words of comfort.
“...Nnnm…I missed you too, hey, hey–” he cups your face, making sure you’re truly hearing him. “–I did too, I really did…I know, baby, I know…” since you’re already crying, he might as well give you a better reason to, in the only way he knows to make it better, “...missed you somethin fierce…here–lemme show you how much. Come’ere–”
Lining up with your drenched hole, he guides you down onto the smooth stretch of his thick cock and your breath constricts. It has your face contorting from the dizzying nature of it all, denting your nails into his broad back. Gojo’s glimmering eyes connect with yours, reflecting back a shared intensity. Your gazes mirror one another as two pairs of eyelids are drooping together in unison, carefully examining each other’s faces as you adjust to him and he finally bottoms out inside you. But he grants you mere moments before the overwhelming thirst for you is far too irresistible to bear any longer. 
He surrenders to the will of his body as if possessed, chasing more of the sweet suck of your cunt in every thrust and now you’re crying from something else entirely. Strong, effortless, determined pumps of his length drive into your core, the way he knows you’ll always end up begging for, although now, no longer does he want to ask that of you. 
In this instance, his sole purpose becomes your unspoken bliss, to anticipate your desires without you needing to word them, yearning to spare you any further trace of strain or exertion. He intends to allow you the full sensation of simply craving his strong presence, pistoning into you, to let you relinquish control, entrusting him to tend to every remaining detail of your pleasure.
“Does this make you happier, baby? Hm?” Still carrying you, he turns a 180, switching spots to push your back against the flat rocky surface and ram you up against the wall. “Does it? H-huh? Ngh. Does it make you ha-happy?” 
The splishing of the waterfall and his fierce rhythmic grunts are the only sounds filling your ears. You nearly match the waterfall as more tears spill and that’s when you’re sure he doesn’t require a verbal reply. The confirmation of your entire body responding to him renders sufficient, like how your fingers instinctively entwine with his hair, gentle tugs at snowy locks for extra support, you then give a few wobbled nods.
But now he needs a little more support and leverage, gearing up for that one ideal angle in you. 
Hanging low and tilted just overhead, rests a bamboo tree. Reaching that one sweet gummy spot inside of you will mean reaching one of his arms up to grab hold of it. Gojo steadily raises both of your connected bodies so both waists together are just a hair above the waterline. He is up on his toes, tight grip on the bamboo culm, when he pounds you to perfection, deep and generous, positively wrecking you ‘till you’re wailing from your finish in blinding satisfaction. 
And daddy fucks you raw into the night, again and again, through to the edge of dawn; then later on, when the birds begin to chirp and you are fully spent in his bed – so fucking cute when you’re fast asleep – Gojo realizes he won’t ever grow tired of the faint traces of cherry smeared across his pillows.
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savoryscribbles · 2 years
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**✿❀ REQUEST TINGS ❀✿**
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even if you're request/suggestion fits these guidelines, i am not obligated to fulfill it.
key:
blue = 100% okay
orange = okay-ish/there are some exeptions
red = absolutely not
any combo means i'm in the middle, the more of one color, the more likely i am to feel that color(based on the key) about that subject
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characters i write for:
bold means their my comfort character
gi: albedo ayato childe gorou scara thoma xiao zhongli
hq: atsumu bokuto iwaizumi kenma osamu sakusa suna tsukishima ushijima
mha: bakugou
om: lucifer mammon levi
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general rules:
i don't write character x character
i don't write yandere or anything similar
i choose the gender of the reader, and as it stands rn if "she/they/he" pronouns are ever mentioned in my writing, i will always use they, no matter the situation, its fine to ask for afab or amab reader, but to me its a bit demeaning to ask for a fem!reader as an enby
i will not write the character abusing, cheating or bullying(**) the reader(this does not include the character comforting the reader after experencing these things) (**see nsfw rules)
i don't write angst. the only time i will write angst is out of my own imagination, and honestly, i don't think anyone else would be able to give me a good enough idea to spark an idea in me
i'm uncomfortable being asked to write a poc!reader because i'm white and autistic, i don't know how to write about experences i will never have. that being said, i have no problem sharing my fav writes who i think could do a much better job than me
i will write age regession, not ddlg(there is a difference)
i will write for trans specific scenario’s
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smut rules:
**when bullying is put into like a smut, i'm less uncomfortable, but i think its a good rule to say i probably won't be writing it
i'm fine with writing cnc, watersports, and heavy degration
i don't write dark content as of now, i am a consumer of dark content, so i'm comfortable with it, but theres no ideas i've really wanted to write, so we'll see!
i won't write: full non-con, DDLG, incest, blood play, scat or any other kink i find uncomfortable that i can't think of right now
i dont write for breeding, but i guess creampies are alright
most of the time, i probably won't write for dom/top!reader
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bokutoslittlebird · 3 years
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Just You and Me
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Dad!Bokuto x Daughter!reader
Summary: Taking a trip to a cabin in the middle of nowhere isn’t how you expected to spend your week of vacation, yet somehow Bokuto convinced you. In an unfamiliar place, you end up getting spooked and go to the only other person for help, even if your feelings tend to be a bit different from what they should be.
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Warnings: incest, Bokuto in sweats, dubcon, grinding/frottage, nipple play, pussyjob, daddy kink/ddlg, f. oral receiving, creampie, squirting, possessiveness, bit of overstimulation
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Watching trees pass by as songs play on the radio and you in the front seat of your dad’s newest off-road car is not how you expected this week to go by when you received news of getting a week off. Your university had been warning students of construction and they decided to give everyone, including staff, the next week off. It was a blessing to students like you, wishing for a break from the studious coursework.
Bokuto had greeted you that evening like he had been doing it for years. In reality, your dad was only a recently retired professional volleyball player, making his presence in your life scarce as he had bigger things to work on. You didn’t blame him for not putting in a lot of effort in raising you, of course. He had an entire career to focus on, plus the money to take care of a kid. When he retired, he ended up trying to actually interact with you, encouraging you to come home and spend some time with him, seeing as he made ‘too much’ for dinner. You sometimes came home, if you didn’t have lots of work, but this break meant you’d be home for more than just a night.
That was the plan, at first. Bokuto decided to tell you that the week off was perfect, telling you that his sister recently gave him her spare set of keys to the old Bokuto cabin in the woods. You told him it sounded like a horror movie, but he laughed it off and shook his head, telling you he used to go there with his family all the time during summer when he was in school. It helped him get closer to his family, especially since the connection to the outside world is a 15 minute drive from the house.
Even now, driving to the small little house, you couldn’t help but stare sadly at each passing tree and how life outside seemed to get smaller and smaller until the road got bumpy and trees parted just for you two. Bokuto tried to talk to you, but it was really more so him filling the music-silence. “You know my mom actually used to drop me off at the town we passed and I’d end up jogging 30 minutes to the cabin,”
“That sounds mean. Why’d she do it?”
“I asked her to, of course. I like running, even when I was a little brat. If she didn’t, I don’t think I’d be as athletically inclined as I am now,” he hummed, puffing his chest out like he was proud. You rolled your eyes, wishing the ride to be over.
“Surprised you know what athletically inclined means,” you mumble, then continue as he looks at you, smile dropped a bit. “Any fishing spots?”
“Actually, yeah! I didn’t bring any rods but… I think the town has some! I’ll check tomorrow morning or go by later, if you want to fish,”
“That sounds like fun,” you nod your head, getting him a bit more chipper. You’re able to read his emotions easily, switching his moods in case he gets too upset. Don’t want to be stuck with him when he’s in a bad mood, after all.
A couple more minutes of driving and Bokuto’s talking and you’re pulling up to the old cabin, set in a clearing. In the front yard, there’s a big gazebo that stands to the side, flowers growing around it. The healthy flowers confuses you, since you thought nobody came here. “Has anybody been here recently?”
“Hm? Oh, probably. Machiko spends family vacations here a lot, since Haru likes the outdoors. Rikka’s the only who gave me her spare set of keys, since she’ll be out of the country for a while and won’t need the keys,” Bokuto tells you, pulling the car into the driveway. You nod your head as you look around, seeing how well kept the place seems. For some reason, you expected it to look abandoned and overrun with greenery when Bokuto told you about how you guys hadn’t been there. However, getting out of the car, you noticed the entire front area was clean and kept well, with flower beds lining the outside — definitely something your aunt Machiko would do.
“I bet Haru does love it here. He’s always been a fan of running around and playing in dirt,” you mentioned, taking your luggage from the trunk, making Bokuto look at you.
“That’s right, you’ve actually met him!”
“Dad, I help Machiko with the parties! Of course I met him! I’ve known him since he was in diapers!” You shout back, making Bokuto laugh. Groaning, you go to leave but can’t get inside, so you wait outside with your suitcase and duffel bag. Of course, Bokuto brought four different luggage items, but he carries them easily as he closes up the car. Shaking the keys in his hand, he smiles and laughs as you put your hands on your hips, waiting for him to get to the door.
Once inside, you once more find yourself noticing how nice inside it is. The living area was nice and big, with a fireplace set in the corner and a television embedded in the wall above it. There was one couch, with two armchairs around the fireplace, and a small dining table area that led into the kitchen. Turning the corner, you looked into the kitchen and noticed how clean it looked, as if it was brand new and not decades old. “Do you like it?” You heard Bokuto say, his voice right next to your ear. Jumping, you turn around to find him looking down at you, hand on his hip as his eyes are lidded. “You look like you’ve never seen a cabin before,”
“I— well, I haven’t. I’m used to university dorms and our house, that’s pretty much it, though,” you mention. “This place is nothing like I imagined it to be,”
“Oh?”
“I expected wild animals, overrun gardens and vines covering the outside, moldy inside filled with bugs,” you list off things, making Bokuto cringe with each new thing.
“I may be a bit of a slob, but not even I’d let it go that far. Don’t worry, we keep things clean and tidy. And if there is a bug, I’ll kill it,” he gives you a thumbs up, winking.
Making a show of rolling your eyes and turning around so he can’t see your smile, you tell him “my hero.” Walking towards the back, you finally see the bedroom which although is cleaner than you expected, it still looks like it came out of a movie with the horrendous comforter designs. Bokuto’s right behind you, scanning the room. “What are you looking for?”
“Bugs, of course! Can’t have my darling daughter getting spooked, now can I?” He grins, making you cover your face. Beneath them, you can feel your face getting hot and try to shake it off. “Oh come on, it’s just a bit of teasing,” he rubs your head affectionately, then his hand moves down. You think he’s going for a hug, something you’re not used to, but instead he just removes his hand. “I’ll be in the other room, on the other side of the bathroom, okay?” He tells you before going through said bathroom, entering his own room. You sigh and shut the two doors into the bedroom, deciding to finally unpack.
Once you’re both settled in, you go exploring while Bokuto sets off to get some groceries from the town. You guys only brought dry stuff and they were mostly snacks, meaning you didn’t have anything fulfilling for dinner. Before he left, he told you to get comfortable in the house and settle in. So you decided to explore, finding an extra bedroom that has two twin beds and two closets instead of just one big one. Then you headed to the patio, noticing how it was shaded to protect from rain and shine, even has a hammock swing. Sitting on it, you lean back as it gently rocks, enjoying the small breeze you get and your eyes find themselves drawn to the stone pathway that seems to lead further into the woods. Deciding it’s nothing to worry about, you close your eyes as the breeze keeps you swaying.
When Bokuto gets home, you’re still asleep. He finds you, looking in each room before checking the patio. He smiles, deciding to move you inside and away from the mosquitoes. When his hand brushes over your thigh, you wake up, jerking away. “Oh, you woke up. I thought you might be a heavy sleeper, so I was gonna take you inside,” he says, giving off another one of his grins. You just look at him, then nod, getting up and moving inside. He watches you go, head tilted. He watches as you enter the bathroom, so he figures you’re fine as he goes to get the food.
The main dish for dinner is meat. Sautéed mushrooms and onions with bread and potatoes, and well done steak. You stay inside to cook the other ingredients while Bokuto cooks the steak on a grill outside. The potatoes are still baking when he comes back in, putting his hand on your back as he sets down the steaks. Instead of just two, there are four steaks. “Four?”
“Well, I’m hungry, so I made two for me,” he mumbles, seemingly shy. “I figured if you were really hungry, you would end up eating a second piece, too,”
Before saying you don’t think you’ll eat two whole steaks, you look at his face and decide against it. Turning back to the mushrooms and onions in the pan, you move them around a bit before telling him, “I might eat both of them. Thank you,”
“You’re welcome,” he gives you a kiss on the top of your head before walking off, not noticing how you stopped moving. He’s gone off to the bathroom, so you just keep on cooking, adding the steaks to the juice and covering them in the mushrooms, hoping the steaks will add flavor. This is the first time you’ve made dinner with your dad, making it seem so domestic and giving you a strange feeling, but it’s nice. He’s so nice and kind, acting as though you’re always around when in reality he’s never really talked to you for more than an hour at a time. His constant happy mood makes it hard for you to complain, as well, not wanting to ruin such a thing.
When dinner is ready, Bokuto serves his own plate and sits down at the table. He’s already set it and had you across from him instead of beside him, thankfully, so you sit down and start to dig in. He continues a conversation, somehow eating all his food at the same time. When you finally get to your second steak, you know you won’t be able to eat it, but Bokuto watches intently to see what you do.
“You know, I’m a bit full. Do you.. do you want half of my steak?” You ask him, seeing his eyes light up. Smiling, you cut it and give him the slightly bigger half, watching him eat it a bit slower than his own steaks, probably due to your slow eating.
The rest of the evening is lackluster, with nothing to do and horrible internet connection. Retiring to bed early, you make sure to shut both doors and lock them, only to find there’s only a lock on the bathroom door from the inside. It’s not like you don’t trust your dad, he’s got no reason to give you that feeling, but it does make you feel uneasy regardless. Bokuto is a nice guy, everyone who you’ve met has said so, even his own teammates only have good things to say for the most part. Even if you feel uneasy, your small nap earlier didn’t energize you and you’re easily falling asleep, finding the silence to be comforting.
When your eyes are blinking away the sleep, you find yourself wishing for the silence to be back. Always a light sleeper, you find the source of the sound. Crickets and cicadas, noisy as ever. With the small wind blowing, it was easy to hear the bugs talking and chirping, annoying you relentlessly. Even when you thought they’d finally quiet down, they’d start up again as you got comfortable. Rolling around and covering your ears, focusing on your heartbeat in your ears, you manage to relax yourself enough to get tired again.
When you hear a creak in the floorboards, you jolt out of bed and look around, seeing nothing. Using your phone, sure enough, nobody was in the room except you. Even as you check the bedroom door, you notice the lights in the kitchen and living room still on, meaning the room would be illuminated before Bokuto could enter your room. Sighing and telling yourself to calm down, you try to relax yourself again, telling yourself it’s just an old house. However, when the wind howls a bit stronger and you hear scratching against your window you decide you’ve had enough.
Bokuto is lounging on the couch, clad in nothing but some grey sweatpants, when you exit your room. It’s colder at night, so you hold yourself as you enter the living room, clearing your throat. He perks up, turning to you. “Hey, hey, what’s going on? Nightmare?” He asks, moving up from his position. He’s still sitting, but he’s alert now. The kitchen light is on, so you’re illuminated enough for him to see you, while you can only see part of him that’s illuminated by the television and the moon outside. Fiddling with your hands you try to think of an excuse, realizing now that ‘scary noises’ is not an adult reason for getting scared.
“It’s just— Yeah, something like a nightmare. I’m not used to being out in the country, after all,” you decide to say, rocking a bit as you tell him so. “The wind is strong and it’s so quiet, so I’m uneasy,”
“Oh, let me guess.. bugs outside your window and the creaky house?” He asks, giving off a gentle smile. You hesitantly nod and he gives off a light laugh, nothing mocking. “I got scared of them my first night, too. It’s alright, come on and hang out with me, I won’t let anything happen to you,” he says, patting his lap as he lays back down.
Normally, people would say and talk about how it’s weird. But this is Bokuto, who shows his affection by touch, and you’re desperately starving for physical affection. Moving to lay on top of him, you quickly do so as to not think too hard when you have to straddle him. He hums in content when you settle down against him, crossing your arms under your cheek as to not completely be against his bare chest. He wasn’t sweaty, thanks to chilly temperature of the house, but he was quite warm. When he wrapped his arms around you, turning his attention back to the TV, you tried to go to back to sleep, listening to his heartbeat and finding yourself relaxing under his touch and warmth. The last thing you felt was him patting your head, his hand keeping its place as you succumbed to sleep once more.
Next time you flutter your eyes open the next time, you can only see a bit in front of you as the night has mostly passed, the sky getting a bit brighter. Lifting your head up, you turn look outside and smile, noticing it’s much more peaceful than last night. Your eyes open wide as you remember the previous night, looking down to see Bokuto’s chest, covered in silver hair. Finding it disgusting now that you’re not tired, you remove yourself from his chest and just straddle him, looking down at his sleeping form. He’s so peaceful when he sleeps, one arm behind his head while his other lays limply at his side after you took it off of you. Smiling down at him, you move down to brush some strands of hair from his face and then jerk your hand away, stunned at what you did. Patting your cheeks, you tell yourself to stop being weird and move to get off, but end up moving a bit too far back, stopping when you bump into something hard.
Your movement immediately stops, immediately realizing what it was, especially when Bokuto moves a bit, a groan in his throat that has your skin prickling. Instead of trying to move off of it, you get curious and move against it again, watching as Bokuto squirms again, hands moving towards you as his one eye opens, trained on you. “You shouldn’t do that, you know. A rude way to wake up your dad, isn’t it?”
When he calls himself that, you feel a gnawing in your stomach that has you agreeing with him, knowing what you’re doing is wrong. Curiosity is something you’ve always had, so you just fall to your own curiosity. Even in moments like these. “You seemed to enjoy it, so I was curious. That’s all,” you simply say, as if it was the most ordinary thing in the world. Now that he’s awake, you take a chance to do it again, but he’s quick enough to realize what you’re doing, pulling you back against his chest as your ass moves away from his boner.
“Didn’t expect you to be a little tease in the morning. A little surprise from sleeping on me, is that it?” He whispers in your ear, making a shiver run through you as your hands are pressed against his chest. Not really noticing it before, you now notice how he’s completely packed with muscles and you can feel them flexing under your touch. So focused on your own thoughts, you’re ripped from them when you feel two fingers pressing against your pussy from the outside of your shorts.
“What— What are you doing?!” You try to squirm away, but he only presses harder as you can feel your pussy pulsing under his fingers. It’s embarrassing, especially since it’s all from pressing up against his hard cock. Moving your head to the side, you look back to see his hand over your ass and notice just how unrestrained his cock is beneath the sweatpants. Gasping from pleasure and shock, you dig your nails into his chest as he rubs a bit harder.
“Bit of payback. You rubbed against me, so I’m rubbing against you. You’re quite literally pulsing under my touch, do you not like it?” He asks, temporarily removing his fingers until you whine. Your face turns hot when you do so, especially when he lets out a big laugh that has your heart fluttering. “Seems like you’re enjoying it, little tease,” he whispers the last bit in your ear, making you get even more hot and bothered.
“It’s just because of curiosity. That’s all,” you tell both him and yourself. Just curiosity. Bokuto hums, removing his slightly wet fingers from your shorts, letting you go. Taking the chance, you remove yourself from his chest and sit back, brushing against his cock again, making you let out a low moan.
“Curious, then? Well then, I’ve never been one to keep others from answers. Go ahead,” he says, smiling as he waves his fingers a bit. Confused, you stare at him. He answers you by bucking his hips, you moaning again. “Sate your curiosity if you want,”
Understanding what he means, you suddenly feel embarrassed. When his hands land on your thighs, rubbing circles with his thumbs and massaging the flesh, you manage to convince yourself to do so. It’s just curiosity and it’s not wrong, you tell yourself, and Bokuto’s your dad, so it’s a safe place to test out curiosity. That’s it, you tell yourself. Even as you place your hands on his abdomen, gently brushing your clothed pussy over his own clothed cock, you tell yourself it’s just a bodily response as you feel your shorts get wetter. Even when he grins up at you, shooting teasing words, you tell yourself it’s fine.
“You’re dripping all over me, no need to be shy,” he encourages, tapping your thigh as he spreads your legs a bit wider. The couch is big enough to do so, your body lowering until you’re completely on his hard cock. Closing your eyes, you rub against him and focus on the pleasure. Ignoring the build up of wetness you’re rubbing against his sweats, you let out a few moans as you rub against a sweet spot, trying to have him rub against that spot again. “A bit more than simple curiosity, isn’t it?”
His voice snaps you from your dream world, eyes looking down to see him smirking at you. He’s smiled and grinned plenty of times, but never smirked towards you with lidded eyes. It goes straight down to your core, making your body flushed as he trails his hands up to your shorts. “Do you like these shorts?” When you look at him in curiosity, then just shrug, you’re gasping as the material is almost instantly shred. Shorts and panties in pieces, dropped to the side and easily forgotten as your pussy in now bare and on display for him. You can’t even say anything before he’s pulling his sweats down, showing off more of his happy trail until his cock is springing out the fabric, standing up straight against your inner thigh.
A feeling of dread pools in your gut once you see it, noticing how wide and long it is, knowing the college boys you’ve been with could hardly compare to the sheer size. You’d be split in two, you think, but slides you on top of his cock, bending his legs as he helps you slide against it. The feeling is more intense and better than before, feeling his cock rub against the inside of your folds as he keeps the tip of his cock rubbing against your clit, adding to your pleasure. Your body weight keeps his cock pushed down, but when you go to adjust to a better position, it moves up and you almost sit on it, but Bokuto makes sure to move it in time.
“Having a hard time?”
“Just— Just a bit,” you say, laughing nervously as you continue to rub. It feels so good, you don’t want to stop. But when he grabs your thighs and adjusts his position, you think it’s over. It isn’t, he just moves you to lay down while he’s hovering over you. “Wait, not—!”
“Hey, it’s alright. I’m not entering you,” he shushes, guiding his cock to rub against your folds once more. Giving your legs a break, it feels much better when he’s doing the work. So engrossed in pleasure, you just run your fingers through his hair as he pushes up your shirt, a pleasant hum from him when he notices the lack of a bra. Continuing to rub against you, his tip rubbing against your clit, you moan when his lips wrap around one of your nipples, fingers playing with the other one. Pushing him closer to your chest, you throw your head back in bliss as you feel your cunt clenching around nothing, desperate for something even as his cock rubs so close to your entrance. With his other hand against your back, you move a hand down to press his cock even more into your pussy, making him groan as you press on it.
“Please don’t stop,” you whisper, breathless as you feel an orgasm coming. Even though you say that, he pulls away, giving a flick to your nipple with his tongue. “Daddy, wh—”
Even though you stopped yourself after hearing the word leave your lips, you can’t help but simmer in embarrassment as he looks down at you, unmoving. He beats you to saying anything though, leaving no room for apologies. “You should watch yourself, little girl. Don’t want to go too far or I may not be able to stop. Especially if you’re gonna be whining for me like that,” he grins, a devilish grin that has your cunt clenching once more. His smile then drops though, becoming more serious. “I’m serious. You know it’s wrong, isn’t it?”
“But it’s just you and me, isn’t it? That’s what you told me when you told me about the vacation,” you say, arms wrapping around his neck and pulling him down. His nose is touching yours, but he keeps his distance from your lips. “It’ll be our little secret, won’t it? After all, I’m still your little girl, aren’t I?” You continue, eyes lidded as you say so.
“That’s right, baby girl, you and me,” he agrees, then pushes his lips against yours. Moaning into the kiss, you arch your back as you try to press his cock against you once more. Instead, he leans back, moving your body with his as he gets up from the couch. His lips never leave yours, small growls as his hands dig into the flesh of your ass and your legs tighten around his waist, never wanting to let go.
Soon enough, you feel a bed mattress under you, breaking the kiss to see you’re in one of the bedrooms. A quick glance shows you it’s his, seeing the clean room as if he hadn’t been in it, which he hadn’t. He’s crawling on top of you, lips trailing from your stomach and up to your chest once more, lips and teeth attacking your nipples as your fingers find purchase in his hair once more, scraping against his scalp as you squirm. The feeling of an orgasm has subsided, but you’re still desperate for release. “Daddy, please,”
“Please what, baby? Gotta use your words,” he hums, sucking on your tit as you moan, back arching.
“I want you to make me feel good, please,” you whine, looking at him through blurry eyes. “I want your cock,”
“Oh no, not quite yet,” he chuckles, giving your breast one more kiss before he trails down your body once more. He presses a few kisses to your inner thigh, leading a trail of them until he’s pressing a kiss to your slicked up folds. “Gotta make sure you’re nice and wet for daddy, after all. You’re dripping but I think you deserve a bit of a treat. I’ll get my own sweet treat, too, of course,” he hums between kisses to your pussy and small licks.
You didn’t think you’d feel anything better than his cock rubbing against your clit, but his tongue flicking against it does the job. Even his lips, pursed together as they suck on the little bud, feel wonderful. Your fingers let go out his hair, worried you’ll pull strands out, your hands moving up to cup your breasts. He can still look at you and he moans in pleasure after he notices you touching yourself. Pushing your thighs tighter around his head, he completely dives in to eat you out as you scream from the pleasure, your fingers tweaking and pulling at your nipples. Sucking on two fingers, you use them to play with one of your nipples, gritting your teeth as drool drips from your mouth and Bokuto slurps up all the juices from your pussy. He’s just as desperate as you are, squeezing your thighs as he makes sloppy noises, eyes glancing up to see how you’re reacting to each lick and suck he gives you. When your hands leave your breasts, one hand bunching up your shirt and the other scratching at the comforter, he gives you one last hard suck as you cream all over his face.
“Ah, da-daddy, I’m sorry, I didn’t—” you stop, realizing he didn’t really set up rules.
“Didn’t what, sweetheart?” He asks, swiping off any slick with his fingers before slurping it up. He lets none go to waste, making a show of popping his finger out of his mouth. “I didn’t say you couldn’t cum, did I?”
“You didn’t, no, but— but I, um,” you stutter, eyes glancing away. He seems to get the hint, from the way you try to rub your legs together and how you fiddle with your shirt, pulling the sleeves to cover your hands.
“Oh, some dumb little college boy told you that you couldn’t cum? Is that it?” He whispers, pressing his lips against your ear. Your skin is hot and flushed, telling him the answer. “And you called him daddy, too, didn’t you? Tch,” he clicks his tongue, seemingly upset. “Don’t worry, I’ll show you what a real daddy is like. You won’t need no college boys fucking my little cunt, isn’t that right? It’s all mine now, isn’t it?” You don’t answer him, too busy whining as he rubs his thumb against your clit and sending pleasure shockwaves through your body. So sensitive from you first orgasm, you can’t even talk to him. How cute.
He doesn’t wait for you to give him an answer, simply lining his cock up with your entrance. Even if you wanted to back out now, he wouldn’t let you. With the taste of you on his tongue and the way you so easily call him daddy, he knew he couldn’t go back to how you two were a day or two ago. The thought of you laying back and letting some nobody stick their dick inside of you makes his blood boil, revving jealousy as he knows you’ve been tainted before. The thought alone has him pushing all the way in, covering your mouth as you let out a scream from pain. He doesn’t really give you time to adjust, starting up a brutal pace that has your ass jiggling with the force and your screams turn into moans, which he lets go unmuffled. He doesn’t want you in pain, but he loves hearing your sweet noises, especially when they’re all for him.
“Daddy, you’re— so big,” you gasp out between thrusts, bringing his head close to you once more. Your arms find themselves around his neck more often than not, finding it easier to bring him closer to your body. He doesn’t mind, but he does let out a pleased grumble when you say such words, speeding up his thrusts as you continue to mewl and whine under him. “God, you’re— completely splitting me!”
“Stupid little boyfriends can’t compare, can they?” He huffs out, sucking a patch of skin on your throat. High enough that you can’t cover it, even if he’ll have to replace it before the week’s over. A bit more nibbling on your skin, along your jaw as you let him, tilting your head back to give him room. “You’re so tight, even after I got you so wet, guess they were just too small to fuck you real good-!” He groans, moving his head up so he can press his lips against yours. You’re drooling an awful lot, mouth continuously open as you can’t control your noises well, especially with how full Bokuto makes you feel. Each harsh thrust has him pushing against your cervix and making stars bud in your vision, but you don’t dare make him stop. It feels so good, you can’t even think how you got pleasure from anyone else.
“Daddy, I’m—!” You scream, nails digging into his skin as your cunt clamps down around him. He doesn’t stop, continuing to fuck into you as he chases his own release.
“Fuck, bet you ain’t ever done that before,” he chuckles, looking down as clear fluid gushes from you, splashing against his cock and abdomen, also covering you. The strands from your cunt connect his hips to yours, even as he pulls away, and him pushing back in makes such a sloppy sound he gets lost in it, coming up on his own release quicker than expected.
“Wai—Wait! Not inside, plea—!” You try to tell him, but he’s cursing once more as he buries himself balls deep, filling you up with his cum. It’s so hot and filling, you can’t help but clench around his cock as he goes to pull out. He let out such a heavy load, it just comes oozing out of your cunt, pooling against the bedsheets.
“Shit, hang on, I’ll get something to clean you up with,” he curses to himself as he removes himself from you, his post-orgasm bliss much shorter than yours. Even as he leaves you, running to the bathroom to get a warm washcloth, you notice he’s still quite hard. Trailing a hand down between your legs, you push some of his cum back into you, spreading it over your folds as you do and rubbing your clit. You’re still overly sensitive, especially after squirting so suddenly, but you can’t help but want more. Scooping some cum up, you lick it off your fingers and moan, finding the taste isn’t that bad.
Bokuto leaves the bathroom after getting you a warm washcloth and a change of clothes, but stops in his tracks as he watches you still scooping his cum back into your oozing pussy. Absolutely flushed and unsatisfied, you look up at him, with one hand rubbing your clit in his cum and the other playing with your nipple. “I want more, daddy. Don’t I deserve a treat?”
Smirking, he sets down the clothes and places the washcloth on the bedside table, crawling back on top of you. You’re just as eager as him, pulling him back towards you as he pushes his cum back inside of you, stuffing you full with his cock once more. It’s not the last time he’ll do so, and it’s not the last time he’ll spend his morning giving you a creamy treat for breakfast, but he fucks you like it’ll be his last.
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NSFW Naruto Character Requests MDNI
Warning:
There are some dark kinks here
✧ Shippuden &Last! Kakashi (DD, cockwarming him under the Hokage desk, probably used the Sharingan on you, training that ends with him showing how much more skilled he is than you, pins you down and fucks you stupid, dumbification, tap your forehead and says “nothing in here is there?”, condescension, trying out things from Ich Icha Paradise, doggy, pet play, kitten/lamb play, collars, marking, size kink, strength kink, innocence kink, lowkey brat tamer, cockwarming, Somno, makes you a pillow princess ride him when he’s tired or wants to annoy/punish you- gives in to your pouts and whines and flips you over, nipple play, clamps, leads, maid-master RP, whole weekends where you’re his maid/pet, captured enemy Nin needs to be “tortured” to get info, Hokage-body guard with degradation “if you can’t do you job and protect me, your new job will be my cum dump”, blindfolds you so you can’t see his face, tease, CNC, has some dark/hard kinks, sluts you out to get better relationship with neighbouring villages)
✧ Shippuden& Last!Gaara (soft dom, devoted to you, adores you, small smile every time he thinks of you being his sub, sugar daddy, spoils you. Push too far though, spanks your ass so hard you can’t sit down for three daysand  Kankuro smirks at you, pet play, kitten play, cockwarming him under the Kazekage desk, riding him in the chair, Somno, spooning turns to forking,  captured enemy Nin needs to be “tortured” to get info, Hokage-body guard with degradation “if you can’t do you job and protect me, your new job will be my cum dump”, dark kinks though, CNC, fake safewords, dubcon-the trust you have in him is half the reason he gets hard, random training inspections sighs “unfortunately you’re not performing adequately, it is my responsibility as your Kazekage to help you” then fucks you on all the surfaces in the training grounds, has a cushion to one side of his chair and absently forces his fingers into your mouth, uses you to wet his finger to turn a scroll/page or to make a post stamp wet, “lets Shukaku take control ” and fucks you, pred-prey, intelligence kink- him teaching you geography of the nations “i’m too dumb for this, daddy, just want your cock in my pussy” = back blown out )
✧ Shippuden & Last Ino (MILF, MD, so sweet, coos down at you, infantilisation, “let mummy do it babygirl,” braids flowers into your hair sits you down in front of the mirror and fingers you until you either squirt onto the mirror or convincingly praise yourself. Lets you suck on her tits, probably mind transfers with you and shows you how to finger yourself, threesomes with Shikamaru with his shadow technique, comes in from a long hard day being a Konoha Torture and Interrogation Force Member when you ask tells you you’re “too young and weak to know about the scary outside world”, forced regression with dark!ShikaXDark!Ino, Dom!Ino X Dom!Temari/ShikaX Sub!reader need a sub to balance out/save their relationship or help her get on with Temari, fingers you with one hand whilst attending to something else so you end up riding her fingers as she coos degradation at you)
✧ Jonin!Tamari, and all other forms (mummy, sorry, mummy, sorry, mummy, hard or soft Domme, when you’re good she coos and praises you “my sweet baby”, will get you anything in this state. When you’re a brat, paddles and spanking, makes you say thank you after each one, inspections, NWCW, you kneeling by her feet, kitten play, rabbit-eagle RP, quickies, object insertion with kunai handles, when she’s training has you hold them in your holes, sparring that ends with her flipping you over and fucking you, degradation “it’s cute you think you can take me” Daddy Shikamaru X Mummy Temari X Little Reader, pussy slaps, keeps a Hitachi wand on your clit and laughs at your desperate attempts to wiggle away, bullies you cuz she’s a jonin and you’re weak)
✧ Shippuden!Shikamaru (lazy dom, dumbification, says he thinks better with your tight pussy cockwarming him, wake him up with head, wakes you up with head, degrader, intelligence kink, bimbo-tutor RP, loves making you cockdrunk, uses his shadow technique on you- makes you give him a handjob with it or finger yourself, pet play, fox play, lamb-fox RP, casual dom, makes you light his cig for him, casual degradation, calls you a slut in front of his friends (WITH CONSENT) CNC, face slapping, pussy + ass slaps, anal, plugs, so many diff threesomes, advising Kakashi whilst you’re in the middle, their cocks in your mouth and pussy, can be a hard dom but it takes a lot to get him there. Calls you pet names so you respond with “daddy”, lets you misbehave, walk on the furniture “daddy do you think dogs go to heaven?” and he’ll be “hmm, yeah princess” but also “princess needs a tiara, i’ll make her one in white”)
✧ Shippuden&Last!Kiba (possessive, primal, pet play, dog-cat RP, ruts/heats, biting, gags, but when not in rut soft dom, so much praise and head scritches, meet him with your collar on at the door, housewife kink, uses his size and strength to pick you up and fuck you whenever he wants, alpha-omega, piss kink, scratching, )
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nanami-luvr · 2 years
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- ͙۪۪̥˚┊❛ 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐌𝐀𝐒 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟏❜┊˚ ͙۪۪̥◌
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hello kinkies! welcome to this blog's kinkmas event! throughout the month of december, i will be releasing fics and drabbles of different character and kinks. i'm pretty excited for this event, considering how hard i've worked on them!
i'll be writing 6 pieces, featuring characters from jujutsu kaisen, obey me and tokyo revengers! all my pieces contains dark content such as sacrilege and incest. if these topics make you uncomfortable, please blog the tags or skip the fic entirely. if you decide to read despite the warnings i've placed at the start, i will not be held responsible. i hope you all enjoy these pieces as much as i enjoyed writing them ‹3
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05 DECEMBER: SMILE FOR THE CAMERA
mammon + camming
includes solo mammon, teasing, mutual masturbation, praising.
10 DECEMBER: SHOW ME YOU LOVE ME
shinichiro sano + incest
includes incest, marking, soft degradation, slight yandere behaviour towards reader.
15 DECEMBER: PICK YOUR POISON
gojo satoru & nanami satoru + sacrilege
includes incubus!gojo and priest!nanami, sacrilege, hints of a threesome, exhibitionism, voyeurism.
20 DECEMBER: LESSON LEARNED
ran haitani + baton-fucking
includes object insertion, degradation, humiliation, mentions of bonten.
25 DECEMBER:
lucifer + ddlg
includes ddlg (no age play), mutual masturbation, use of daddy and princess, no actual penetration.
30 DECEMBER:
taiju shiba + sacrilege
includes degradation, humiliation, reader worships taiju and calls him "god", they fuck on a communion table.
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mulberrysilk · 3 years
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—12:05 am
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Matsukawa Issei x f!reader (ft. Makki)
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summary: ( post time skip ) He loved to tease you. Didn’t matter when, where or why. He just wanted to. He loved you of course but he also loved how needy you become after pushing your buttons which was so easy since you were such a crybaby. But he loved that too. It was supposed to be another normal night out with friends but for some reason, he felt particularly meaner tonight.
warnings : pwp, mean dom!Mattsun , mean dom!Makki, daddy kink, sub/dom dynamic, slight degradation, cuckholding, breeding kink, fingering, public setting, car sex, spanking , overstimulation, blowjob, kinda mind break? kind of birthday sex cause it’s like before his bday
words: 5.5k
a/n: so yeah, this came about because it was Mattsun day, so I just had to write it. Supposed to be a Mattsun centric fic where he’s just being a mean dom, but I just had to add Makki to the fray cause idk they’re like a packaged deal asdfghjkl anyways! enjoy lovely people!!! this just proves that my recent obsession are these two 
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ღ   tip me on  ᴋᴏ-ꜰɪ    ღ
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Leg bouncing underneath the table, you glanced at the clock in the other end of the bar and sighed when you saw it’s barely been fifteen minutes since you got here with your boyfriend and his fellow tall towering friends.
He’s been at it for 5 minutes. It all started with his hand on your thigh, thumb caressing the smooth skin and him making a side comment about how short your skirt was but obviously, he really didn’t mind it, it was convenient for him.
Your body jolted when he sped up his massages on your clit, your lip between your teeth as you held back a moan. You kept trying to swat his hand away but Issei was adamant about playing with you while he hung out with his friends.
Issei moved the fabric to the side, the cold air blowing against your now exposed folds but the coolness quickly disappeared when his warm fingers slotted themselves between them, collecting your embarrassingly quick arousal and spreading it all over your pussy.
You shifted in your seat, thighs shutting close but Issei threw down at you a look of disapproval that sent a shiver down your spine and you, obediently inched your thighs apart while his sharp gaze softened and a small smile formed on his face, the lighting hitting his features in all the right places.
“As I said, this woman, right, made me forget who on earth Shakira was,” Oikawa concluded, a wistful smile on his face at the memory and drink in hand. “Her hips did not lie.”
“If she was so great what was her name?” Iwaizumi threw a curveball at him, directly striking Oikawa whose nose scrunched up as he tried to remember her name. Hanamaki chuckled, his chin resting on the palm of his hand and lazily rolling the liquid in his glass around, the banter between Oikawa and Iwa never ceasing even after all these years.
“Issei,” you softly whimpered, your fingers clutching the lapel of his coat.
“Are you okay Y/N?” Hanamaki suddenly asked, all their eyes on you now.
Mattsun grinned at your wide-eyed expression, like a deer caught in headlights. Your pink cheeks could be easily taken as an effect from the half-empty glass on the table.
“Oh...I’m just a little—ah—,” your breath caught in your throat, Issei’s thick fingers stuffed in your cunt.
Makki’s brows raised, warmth rising up to his cheeks at how that little exclamation sounded far from innocent. Was it just him who heard that? Or...
“She’s probably had too much to drink,” Issei played it off like nothing. Like he wasn’t pumping your tight plush walls with his scissoring fingers. “You could never hold your liquor.” He pressed a kiss to the side of your head.
You only nodded, burying your face into Issei’s arm, praying that they don’t catch on to your boyfriend’s antics.
“Gosh, you two make me so jealous,” Makki whined, ruffling his own hair. “You guys are just literally everything I want in a relationship. The last girl I went out with kept bringing up how I should get a stable job. We didn’t last more than three months. But the sex was great.”
“Was the last part really necessary?” Iwaizumi raised a questioning brow, on his second round of beer while Makki gave him a deadpan look.
“Y/N is a bit of a pillow princess really,” Issei spoke so casually.
“We can tell,” the three of them said in unison making Issei laugh heartily and you blush even more. You would usually try to defend yourself but you couldn’t think straight with how Issei was thrusting his fingers in and out of your drooling cunt.
“Always needs me to do everything for her, don’t I, baby?” He cooed but it was far from reassuring.
You tried to throw him a glare but it immediately melted into the expression he knew so well, pinched brows and your lips parted, tongue almost poking out of them, and your sweet eyes having that pleasing look to them.
“Issei’s being mean,” you muttered, hiding your face behind his shoulder.
“Am I?” He pulled out abruptly only to give a harsh slap to your pussy, making your hips writhe. The chatter from around and the bass of the music that pumped through the bar easily hid the sound of his smack that almost made you cum.
You were definitely going to get spanked when you got home if you say anything further, he might even make you count each slap and make you start again if you missed one.
“But she’s a good girl, just like she always has been since high school,” Issei added his eyes on his friend’s expressions that were far too curious about his sex life with you. “Plus, she gives immaculate head.” He praised proudly, fingers resuming to soothingly rub your aching nub.
Makki groaned in frustration, head falling onto the table as he threw a little fit. Whilst Oikawa gazed at you in a way he did back in the day, the way where he wanted to have a bite of you too but Issei had beat him to it. Iwaizumi on the other hand was red in the face and was looking away, drinking his beer in an attempt to make his silence less awkward.
“Well I can’t agree with you till I experience it,” Oikawa lightly joked but his tone was far too serious.
“Is that so?” Issei then turned to you, his lips against your ear, whispering but loud enough for only his friends to hear. “Hear that baby? Oikawa here wants you to suck him off. What do you say?”
“I’ll give you a good time, Y/N-chan,” Oikawa sang with a competitive smile.
“Choose wisely,” Issei lowered his voice, rolling your clit between his fingers.
“Just want Issei,” you let out, voice barely above a whisper as your hips began to hump against his hand, to stuff his digits deeper inside you but he had abruptly halted his ministrations.
“What did you say, my love? Could you say that a bit louder? Couldn’t really hear you,” Issei teased, teasing your entrance by barely letting his fingertips inside.
“I only want Issei,” you said louder, glazing your eyes at Oikawa who had an all too knowing look on his expression and you felt your heart drop.
He’s caught on. He knew what Issei was doing.
“You sure, chibi-chan?”
“Oi drop it Shittykawa,” Iwaizumi intervened seeing the vulnerable expression on your face like you were on the brink of crying.
“Y/N,these two idiots are just teasing,” Makki reassured, reaching for your hand on the table and giving it a gentle squeeze, offering you a comforting smile.
You wished he didn’t do that because you had an iron grip on his hand now as Issei plunged three digits into you, his pace unrelenting. The stretch didn’t hurt, it was far from being painful, Issei’s cock was still a challenge even after being together for so long but you knew he loved that. He loved it when you whined and cried at how big he was, how he stretched your little cunt, and how you could feel him nudging against your womb.
“Are you okay?” Makki asked again, his concern making you feel guilty. “They’re just teasing. Just like back in the day. Don’t mind it.”
“She’s more than fine,” Oikawa butted in a sinister grin on his face. “It’s just the alcohol isn’t it, Y/N-chan?” He giggled. “I don’t understand why you always drink with us when you’re such a lightweight.”
“Trashykawa, I swear to god if you don’t shut your pie hole I’m going to—,” Iwa grumbled like a beast ready to pounce and Oikawa immediately stiffened, raising his arms in surrender.
“Iwa-chan!” He whined.
“You two I swear...” Makki sighed, his hand still holding yours and rubbing soothing circles on it.
“Cum all over my fingers,” Issei whispered in your ear seductively, grinning at how your legs were opened wide for him now compared to how it was a while ago when you were trying to close them to stop him. “Won’t punish you when we get home, I promise. I’ll be nice and give it to you nice and deep. You’d like that wouldn’t you?”
He said all this in the midst of Oikawa’s and Iwaizumi’s bickering and you nodded quickly, all coherent thoughts out the window and a pool of heat boiling in your core as you thought about later. You wanted exactly what he said. You wanted his fat cock to stuff your cunny full of his hot cum.
“Good girl,” Issei kissed the crown of your head with a proud satisfied smile. “Go ahead and cum.”
You never understood how your body always followed his commands. Everything about you just craved for him and it showed when your walls clamped around his fingers, and your legs attempted to snap close as you came.
Panting over his shoulder and shivering from your orgasm, so lost in the bliss of it, that you had completely forgotten that you were holding Hanamaki’s hand who winced at how tight you had gripped him.
Issei smirked at his best friend and the strawberry blond whose eyes almost bulged out of his eye sockets because he knew that smug look all too well, choked on his drink. Makki’s knee brushed against your own and you flinched, sensitive to anything and everything that would come in contact with your body. Makki knew that you did that after se-- How did he know that? Oh well, that’s because he picked up on it after several times of coming to yours and Issei’s place with his own key late at night. He noticed that every time you two went at it, you’d wince and your smile would falter when Issei or he touched you.
Makki gulped. ‘Issei you sly dog,’ he telepathically sent to the dark brunette with a glare. But he wasn’t gonna lie, he wanted in.
“Issei, can we go home...” you mumbled, batting your lashes at him pleadingly.
“You shouldn’t have drunk too much, baby.” Issei lightly chided, tapping your nose lightly.
“Sorry...” you stared down on your lap, pulling your skirt down.
“It’s okay, man. You two can go home. She already seems out of it,” Iwaizumi spoke up, ignoring the tension at your shared table. “Can you drive?”
“Yeah, don’t worry about me, Iwa. Worry about Makki, who’s gonna freeload off of me again and not pay for gas.” Issei threw a look at Makki who still held your hand that you squeezed gently for comfort. Your boyfriend removed his coat and draped It over your shoulders as the two of you got up, Makki following suit and sandwiching you between them protectively.
“I’ll pay for gas this time,” Makki uttered, paying his share for the drinks while Issei paid yours and his tab.
“Awee, the fun was cut short,” Oikawa pouted. “That’s okay. We can all hang out again at Mattsun’s place soon.”
“Oh? Yeah sure,” Mattsun shrugged. He didn’t really mind and if he was in a good mood, maybe he’ll let you suck Oikawa off just to prove how much of a good girl you were for him. Besides, he’ll be off to Argentina soon.
“See you later guys,” Oikawa waved as the three of you stepped out of the bar and onto the parking lot, the cold mid-autumn air making you wish you had worn tights.
You went to open the passenger seat, wanting to curl up in its warmth but Issei stopped you.
“Sit in the back with Makki,” he commanded with a kiss to your forehead before sliding into the driver’s seat, not even allowing a millisecond for you to protest.
You did as he said and stumbled a little in your heels but Makki was there to catch you should you fall. 
The car ride was almost silent were it not for the music on the radio softly humming. Head resting against the headrest, you rubbed your thighs together and shivered slightly at the dampness of your underwear that had become cold, a mess that Issei had created. You wondered if Issei would be gentle tonight...or be rough and mean, either way, you didn’t feel less loved.
“Honey,” Mattsun called out, eyes on the road and both hands on the steering wheel, you were just about to drift off to sleep.
“Hm?” You made a sound, alerting him that you were still awake.
The lamplights that he drove past by flickered against your bodies and lit up spots in the car momentarily. Issei switched off the radio. He only ever called you honey when he was going to ask something of you or was in a particular mood that you could never predict but half of the time it lead to sex.
“You okay, dude?” Makki piped in, his fingertips that were tapping his thigh to the music still tapping a steady rhythm.
“Honey, could you do me favor?”
You softly rubbed your eye, Issei watching you through the rearview mirror, heart melting at how you almost appeared to be like a lost puppy but with the will and eager to please.
“Suck Makki’s dick.”
Your eyes widened and your lips quivered, cheeks turning a bright shade of red. “W-what?”
“Go on, baby. Aren’t you going to be good till we get home? Don’t make me ask twice. Won’t give you what you want later if I do.”
Just like that, your dainty fingers were fumbling over the buckle of Makki’s belt, the strawberry blond frozen in his spot not quick enough to respond to what was happening.
“Y/N, you don’t have to!” He blurted out, heels digging into the car floor and trying to back away from you despite his cock hardening with the mere brush of your fingers.
“Don’t worry, dude, it’s fine.” Issei brushed off stopping at a red light. “She wants to. Don’t you Y/N?”
Tugging the hem of his trousers down, your dainty hand wrapped around his growing erection, swelling with every passing second. His head was thrown back as his breathing became ragged.
“Do you not want me, Hiro?” You asked him so innocently, fingers unmoving but still wrapped around his throbbing length, and you felt your walls clench around nothing.
“No. It’s not that—,” he stuttered when he felt your gentle warm breath on the head of his cock.
“Don’t be shy Makki. I know you thought about this countless of times.” Issei chuckled, shifting the gear. “Besides, you don’t want her to get punished do you?”
There was a small squeak from you when the word punished slipped from his lips and you leaned forward, Makki’s cock slipping past your lips and into your mouth.
“Ah fuck!” Makki hissed, his fingers tangling with your hair not sure whether if it was to stop you or urge you further down his length.
“She’s good isn’t she?” Mattsun hummed, feeling himself get hard at the sound of you eagerly giving Hanamaki head. He can imagine how your tongue must be swirling around him and how you hollowed your cute cheeks as you tried to take him further down your mouth till his cock hit the back of your throat, moaning at the feeling rather than squirming away when you had first started to learn to give head.
“Ah, shit. Shit, fuck! Just like that,” Makki uttered, hips jutting upwards into your throat and hissing when your it tightened around him when he did. Through heavy-lidded eyes he did a quick look over at you, getting turned on even more, to see your hand between your thighs, playing with your cunt as you bobbed your head up and obediently, his gaze lingering on the glistening slick between your inner thighs.
“Good girl.” Mattsun praised, thumbs drumming on the steering wheel, excited to get home and have you begging beneath him like a bitch in heat to fuck you hard into the mattress till you were begging to be filled with his cum. His smile dropped when he saw your hand between your thighs and immediately one hand left the steering wheel to smack your behind, making you cry out around Makki’s cock.
“Did I say you could touch yourself?” He tutted, squeezing your rear and slapping your ass again, the stinging pain spreading through your skin.
You pulled away from Makki’s cock, knowing he’d get mad if you didn’t answer, allowing the strawberry blond to catch his breath and catch a glimpse of the string of your drool and his pre-cum, connecting from the tip of his cock and your lips.
“No...” you embarrassedly reply, your hand retracting from your aching and throbbing cunt.
“Then why did you do it?” Another resounding slap bounced off the car’s interior, your fingers clutching on the fabric of Makki’s pants, tears wetting your lashes and streaming down your cheeks.
“Oi, Mattsun--,”
“Because I need daddy.”
Makki’s eyes shut at the way that nickname rolled of your tongue so sweetly. He’s heard you cry and moan it out through the walls but it was muffled, and right here right now was the real deal, and it was twisting his desire.
“You need your cunt stuffed so bad huh? Little slut.” His words sliced right through you but it only heightened your arousal.
“‘M’not a slut,” you sniffled, your hunger for Issei’s touch and your ache for release overwhelming you.  Hanamaki wanted to wrap his arms around you to comfort you but he was a bit hesitant to intervene between you and Mattsun.
“I bet you wanted to have Oikawa too hm? Lied right in front of my face that you only wanted daddy but I bet you wanted him to fuck you. Greedy little slut.”
“I wasn’t lying,” you whimpered pathetically. “I only wanted Isse—daddy. I did as daddy said.” Your lower lip jutted out. “Daddy said he wouldn’t punish me.”
“I know I did but you touched yourself when I told you not to whether I’m around or not,” Mattsun’s voice was stern and your heart was racing in your chest, eagerly waiting for him to tell you what you could do to atone for your mistake. You didn’t want him to spank you.
“I’m sorry,” you quickly apologized, shifting your body on the backseat to face him. “I’m sorry, daddy. Please, I don’t want to be punished.”
Makki was getting so turned on between yours and Mattsun’s exchange that he was so so so close to just pinning you down the plush leather seats and fucking you raw. But Mattsun was in a particularly mean mood tonight. He was going to make his pillow princess earn it.
“You really want to cum so badly?” Mattsun asked, dark eyes looking at you through the rearview mirror the indirectness of it not making it less intense. “Don’t lie to me.”
Makki took your hand and wrapped it around his cock, guiding it up and down, making you look away from him, trying to hide your face in the shadows.
“Come on Y/N, tell him the truth,” he broke his silence, a grin forming on Mattsun’s face as his best friend decided to join in the teasing. “Can I touch her Mattsun?”
“Be my guest. You better slap her ass if her fingers go anywhere near her cunt.”
“Roger that.” Makki reached down to your pussy, two digits tracing your slit that was absolutely slick. “You’re dripping wet, Y/N.”
“Like I said, a greedy. little. slut.” Mattsun repeated, each accentuated word making you flinch but your fear melted away when Makki began rubbing your clit. You leaned against him, breasts pressed against his arm and your knees digging into the seat. “Answer Issei’s question baby. I don’t think you want to make him madder than he is now.”
You immediately shook your head, teary eyes gazing up at him.
“I wanna cum,” you shamefully admitted, even humping against Makki’s fingers and whining at how good it felt to relieve your ache even with the slightest bit of contact.
“Wasn't so hard now was it?” Mattsun sighed, tugging at his pants and readjusting his cock that strained against the fabric, well more like bulged against it. He knew if you saw the imprint of his cock, you’d be drooling and on your knees, face pressed onto the floor with ass up in the air, spreading your lower lips and begging him to put it in you.
But he was driving and the ride home was a solid 45-minute drive from Shibuya.
He guessed today was Makki’s lucky day.
“If you want to cum so badly, then ride Makki.”
“Shit dude, for real?” Makki grinned like he received the noble peace prize or something but before Mattsun could even reply, you crawled into Hanamaki’s lap, straddling him. If you defied Issei once more, you’ll get punished. You bunched up your skirt high above your waist and moved your panties to the side before you rubbed yourself against Makki’s erection, your hands on his shoulders squeezing him as you coated his shaft with your slick.
He wrapped his hand around his cock, the other gripping your hips to prevent you from moving, making you whine. Why were they being so mean? Your legs shivered when Makki began slapping his cock on your clit.
“No more teasing please,” you sniffled, almost collapsing onto Makki’s chest. “Please, Hiro.” You swayed your hips a little in an attempt to line him at your entrance.
“She’s so pretty when she begs, Mattsun,” Makki commented, the two of them talking again as if you weren’t here with them, making you feel ignored and at your vulnerable weak-minded state, making you cry a little.
“She’s a crybaby,” Mattsun added, glancing every now and then at the two of you through the mirror.
“Well, we knew that since highschool. Are you always this mean to her?” He questioned, popping the head of his cock into your throbbing cunny making you gasp and whine even more because you knew that you weren’t allowed to move till you were told.
“Teasing her is fun. She makes that cute little pouty face. But when you fuck her good?” His lips tugged into a smile before sighing. “My baby is the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen.”
Issei’s praise made your heart swell and your already foggy mind that he over the years, unknowingly conditioned to cater for him, told you to try to hold back just a little longer because if you were good, daddy would be nice and sweet.
“Issei,” you murmured, turning to look at him but before you could meet his eyes in the mirror, Hanamaki slammed you down onto his lap, your ass colliding on his thighs as he plunged his cock into you, a cry ripping your vocal folds.
Makki’s head fell against your forehead as he groaned, your cunt sucking him in so tight that he felt as if he wouldn’t even be able to pull out while you instantly became a babbling mess, your sentences broken.
“S-so deep,” you exhaled shakily. “T-too much...can feel you inside.” Your body had collapsed into him now, the tip of his cock nudging at your cervix. He wasn’t as wide as Issei but he was just as lengthy, and he easily reached the same exact spots that would have you gushing around him in minutes.
“Why are crying, baby? Didn’t you want this?” Makki purred, hoisting your hips up to let his cock glide out only to slam you back down, making you cry once more. “Fuck, she’s so fucking wet. She’s making a mess all over my lap.” He groaned, bouncing you on his cock.
At the next stoplight on the empty road, Issei took a glance, eyes darkening when he saw the ring of creamy white around the base of Makki’s cock.
“Greedy little whore,” he spat, landing another smack on your ass but not as hard as he does when he punished you, it was the slap that he knew would have you creaming even more around Makki’s cock.
“G-gonna cum!” You sobbed, hips meeting Makki’s upward thrusts.
“Already?” Makki teased, his fingers wrapping around your fragile neck where a thin string of silver with a cute little heart pendant wrapped around it. “Such a slut to come so easily. We just started baby.”
“Need to cum, please. L-let me cum. Daddy please!” You babbled, tears and your mascara running down your cheeks the slight restriction of airflow to your lungs making the heat in your core intensify even more.
Makki groaned when you had addressed him as so, Issei’s ears picking it up instantly as the sound easily bounced off the walls of the car while Makki bounced you harder onto his cock, your clit colliding every so often on his pelvis making you keen.
“You’re just a little cocksleeve aren’t you?” Makki growled, releasing your neck, your arms wrapping around him for support, his face buried in your breasts.
“Y-yes, yes, yes, I’m a slut!” You moaned out shamelessly, hips rolling to match Makki’s fast pace, the head of his cock kissing your warm cervix over and over again. “G-gonna cum all over daddy’s cock.”
“Yeah?” Issei licked his lips. “You like the thought of having two Daddies? You know that means double the trouble, princess. Double the punishment too.” Oh, he really couldn’t wait to fuck you senseless when you two got back home.
“Want H-Hiro and Issei. Want daddy to cum inside!” You panted and moaned, Makki’s hands under your blouse groped and squeezed your aching breasts.
“S-shit, she’s sucking me in. Fuck— so tight!” Makki guided your hips faster.
You chanted over and over like you were losing your mind. Babbling about how good he felt inside, how you wanted to be stuffed full of his hot cum as Issei does, and how desperate you were to cum.
Then, the knot inside of you. finally. snapped. Back arched into Makki and head thrown back, your mouth hung open as you clamped around him, your hips convulsing as the release you’ve been delayed of finally struck you. And it struck you hard.
But then you began to shake even more, Makki was still thrusting in and out of you, overstimulating you as he chased his release. Pistoning so quick until thick hot ropes of his cum shot into your velvety walls that still gripped him with such vice.
“Don’t let a single drop of Makki’s cum go to waste. Keep it in till we get home.” Issei demanded, his tone making you whimper as your body jolted with every thrust.
“Fuck,” Makki hissed, eyes glancing to where you two were still connected, your essence a mess between your inner thighs and his lap, and the best of all, with his cock still deep inside of you, his cum seeped out of your abused pink entrance. “Good girl.” Hanamaki praised, wrapping his arms around you till you recovered, pressing kisses all over your face and thumbs soothingly caressing your hip bone. “Such a good girl for us.” 
Mattsun pulled up to the parking lot, the timing just right. The windows had fogged up due to the heat exerted from yours and Makki’s body, and the car smelled like sex. The vehicle halted its vibrations as he removed the key from the ignition, and with the sweetest smile looked at you and Makki as if he wasn’t absolutely mean to you earlier.
“She’s good isn’t she?”
“Good is an understatement,” Makki exhaled, lifting you off of his cock and looping his arms under your knees to carry you into the house.
“I-Issei,” you mumbled, eyelids fluttering open your mascara smeared beautifully around your eyes.
“Don’t worry, baby. Daddy will fuck you nice and hard too.” He smiled, wiping the mascara ink from your cheeks with the pad of this thumb.
Your stomach flipped when you thought of Issei having his turn. You were already so tired and blissed out from Hanamaki, who now as he carried you bridal style in his arms wrapped in Issei’s coat, appeared so sweet and kind, pressing a kiss on your forehead every step of the way to the bedroom. You couldn’t believe you had sex with him...you couldn’t believe how his dominating side turned you on and how you wanted to be used by him again.
But all thoughts of Hanamaki were stripped away the same time Mattsun ripped your blouse apart and tugged your skirt and cum stained panties down your trembling legs, grabbed you by the ankles, and dragged you to the edge of the bed. Whilst Makki was laid comfortably near the pillows while your lower body dangled off the bed, the fat head of Mattsun’s cock teasing your entrance that was now drooling with arousal again and Makki’s cum.
“So, so, so messy,” he tutted, smacking your rear once again, the skin turning a bright shade of red, and before any more droplets of Makki’s cum goes to waste, Mattsun shoved it back in by burying his fat cock inside you in an instant, not giving you the pleasure of adjusting to him and already began rutting into you.
Your hands gripped the sheets, knuckles white as his pelvis and his balls slammed against your ass, a mix of his name and ‘daddy’ falling from your lips like a broken mantra.
Makki watched with a smug look on his face, enjoying the way your face contorted so obscenely with each thrust, already fucked out and begging for more. And to think he only used to overhear the two of you going at it when he walked into your shared apartment like it was his own. Now he gets to watch and even better, get to fuck you too.
“She’s so cute,” Makki sighed, unbuttoning his shirt.
“She is, isn’t she? Sorry, it took this long for you to join us, man,” Issei spoke almost normally were it not for the grunts in between when your gummy walls would tighten and flutter around him.
“Man, I would wait that long again if it meant I get to fuck her till she breaks.”
“I wasn’t kidding when I told her about having the both of us.”
Makki raised his brow. “Is this you officially inviting me to your bed?” He snorted.
“Yes,” Issei grunted, hand wrapping around the nape of your neck, pressing down to keep you still. The sound of skin slapping against skin and your whiny little moans filling the room.
“She’s so fucked out man,” Makki whistled, seeing how your eyes rolled back and shut, and drooling as Issei fucked you like a savage.
“My baby is a spoiled little brat,” he accentuated his thrust, pushing against your cervix making you cry out. “But she’s an obedient little kitten. Aren’t you?” He tugged you by the hair, raising your gaze to Hanamaki but you were so out of it you couldn’t even reply.
And when you felt Issei’s hips stutter and unload inside of you, you were in cloud nine. Your body convulsed from your own orgasm and you laid limp on the bed, trying to catch your breath as his cum overflowed inside of you. You were even a little sad that some of his cum would drip out and go to waste but the way he was kissing along your shoulder blades told you that he was happy. He was satisfied.
Matsukawa Issei can be a mean tease but he was still your man, your lover, your best friend—and you’d do anything for him. Blissed out, he carried you in his arms laying your head on the soft cloudy pillow, Hanamaki caressing your lower abdomen lovingly and whispering sweet nothings in your ear while Issei began his aftercare routine. They talked to each other while he cleaned you up so gently like you were a China doll, their words not really heard and not processed in your brain.
Just before your heavy eye lids could shut close, you caught a glimpse of the clock hanging above the bathroom door.
12:05 am
“Issei...” you managed to say, your voice small and sweet.
“What is it, baby?” He asked, lying down on your left, his face hovering over yours. The mop of curly dark brown hair on his head was a mess and his thick brows were raised conveying an uninterested expression but his eyes were vibrant and warm, and his smile was gentle...it was pure.
With whatever strength you had left, you cupped his cheek and managed a small smile that radiated nothing but your love.
“Happy birthday.”
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whoreshijima · 3 years
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Kyoutani as a daddy, always so gruff and tough, but oh is he soft for you. He hesitates to give out punishments and just wants his sweet girl in his lap, let's you suck on his fingers and blushes because you look so pretty like that and he's starting to want to see something other than your spit dripping off his rings, so what a shame it would be if his other hand slid down just a little too low, just to check and make sure his pretty girl's pussy is taken care of, of course. What else would it be?
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Daddy kyoutani who’s come to realise that you don’t need punishments as such, he knows you only brat when you want something or you need to be stuffed full. The best way your daddy knows how to shut you up is to sit you in his lap, thighs spread over his jeans and your eyes staring into his.
“Stupid little baby— why were you being naughty hm? You’re normally such a good girl baby” he chuckles when his fingers are shoved down your throat, silver and black rings being coated in drool and saliva as you whine around the digits. “Such a messy little girl; how messy is your pretty pussy right now? Is choking on daddy’s fingers making your cunt drip? Bet it is, needy little baby. That’s why you’ve been bratting hm? Needed daddy’s attention”
One hand choking you with his fingers, his other one slides down your stomach to dip under your panties. Kyoutanis pleased with how wet your folds are, how easy his calloused fingers slide through and press against your tiny hole. “Someone’s eager for daddy’s cock”
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flwrbo · 2 years
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non sexual dominance is all i want... a dom that brushes my hair after we shower, cuts my sandwiches in triangles, tucks me into bed ): all because he knows his baby gets so tired and overwhelmed - just needs her daddy to take care of her sometimes
iwaizumi, bokuto, matsukawa, ushijima, aran, kita
nanami, toji, choso
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miytsuya · 3 years
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wake up
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I was feelin soft as fuck when I wrote this, apologies for the self-indulgence
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HELLO I AM AWARE THE BEGINNING IS FUCKED BUT I DONT HAVE THE MENTAL CAPACITY TO FIX IT RIGHT NOW‼️
ILL DO IT SOON I PROMISE
miya atsumu x f!reader — [wc: 1.6k]
cw: needy!reader, reader is kinda whiny, soft!daddy atsumu, ddlg dynamics I guess??, he calls you baby a lot, praise, fingering, boobie suckin, sleepy sex, a smidge of begging, overstimulation if you squint, multiple orgasms, some aftercare, cuddles
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“daddy?” you whisper, not completely sure if he’s asleep or not. he isn’t breathing as deeply as he usually does in his sleep, but he hasn’t moved in a while either. when he doesn't respond you sigh, not wanting to just turn over and go to sleep. the wetness pooling in your panties couldn’t be ignored
you reach out and touch his hand that’s resting on the pillow, blocking his full face from your view. when he stirs a bit at the touch you call out for him again, “daddy?”
this time you see his eyelashes flutter, his eyes squinting as he peers at you. he looks at the clock on your bedroom wall, reading 1:44am, then back to you, who’s looking at him pitifully with your bottom lip sucked in, he asks, “what is it, baby? you okay?”
“mhm” you hum in response, placing your palm on his jaw, rubbing his cheek with your thumb. “just need you”
“what for, love? have a bad dream?” he questions, taking your hand in his, bringing it to his lips for a gentle peck. you can’t help but smile at this, looking into his deep brown eyes with adoration. god, he’s so sweet
he leans forward, catching your lips in a soft and lazy kiss. you whine into his mouth, shifting so that you were now lying on your back. he leans up further to follow your lips, a light hand wondering down your stomach, lifting your shirt just enough, and slipping it into your panties
dragging two fingers up your folds he groans against your lips “fuck, you’re so wet already.” he circles your clit a few times, making you squirm under his touch. “please-“ you whine “more.”
“don’t be greedy now, baby. I’ll take care of ya.” he says as he slips two of his fingers into your soaked core, your walls flutter at the feeling of the long digits finally giving you the relief you’ve wanted. your head falls deeper against your pillow, mouth falling open with a relieved, breathy moan
he pumps his fingers expertly, curling them just right, brushing against the spots that makes you come undone for him. his palm brushes your clit with every flick of his wrist, sending you closer and closer to the orgasm you desperately craved
your breathing has gotten heavy and you’re whimpering with every exhale. atsumu groans into your neck at the feeling of your cunt clenching so tightly around his fingers. his own arousal becoming almost uncomfortable, cock straining against the material of his briefs
just as you’re on the cusp of your orgasm he pulls his hand away. “nono, please- I wanna cum so bad - daddy, please” you beg, trying to convince him to let you cum. he sits up, sliding his briefs down his thick muscled thighs. the sight of his cock springing free makes your mouth water and pussy clench around nothing
“what did I say, baby?” he says, positioning himself above you. leaning over you so his mouth is at your ear, he whispers, “daddy’s gonna take care of you.”
his breath against your skin makes you shudder, goosebumps popping out all over your skin. he kisses down your neck, across your collarbones, to your breasts. he gives both your nipples soft licks before choosing one to take into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the sensitive bud.
he pushes your panties to the side and drags his cock up and down your slit, collecting your slick to use as lubricant. he works himself in his hand for a moment before circling his tip on your clit, feeling you writhe under him. lining up, he finally sinks into your needy little hole, his lips releasing your nipple to fall open with a silent moan
as soon as you feel him stretching you out, your hands fly to his soft blonde hair, tugging lightly. he switches nipples and groans as he starts slowly thrusting, sliding deeper with each thrust until he bottoms out.
the pace he sets is slow, but it’s enough to have you whining and arching your back into him. the tip of his cock nudging your cervix with every deep thrust. the sounds coming from your throat encourage him to speed up a bit, along with your begging, “faster, daddy. please”
he places his forearms on either side of your head to steady himself, caging you in with his large biceps. you feel his breath on your ear again when he lightly groans into it. your pussy clenches around him as you’re fucked into your first orgasm.
“come on. cum for me, baby.” he whispers to you. that’s all you need to make your your walls clench even tighter, pulsating with the euphoric shocks of your orgasm. he slows down his thrusts, allowing you to ride out your high, panting and whimpering his name
“good girl” his praise makes your pussy clench around him again. he chuckles, sitting back on his knees to pull your panties down your legs and throwing them to the side
he positions himself back at your entrance and looks at you with lidded eyes, “not done yet, baby. you’ve got me woken up now.” he says before pushing himself into you once again, not really giving you a moment to prepare, you’re still a bit dazed by the bliss of your orgasm. his hips rolling into yours at a quicker pace than before.
hooking a hand beneath each of your knees, he pushes them up towards your chest, allowing him to get deeper. you gasp at the pleasure this position brings, his cock hitting your g-spot perfectly with every thrust.
he reaches down to thumb your clit, rubbing little circles as he continues to thrust deeply. “fu-u-uck” your moan is broken up by each smack of his hips into the back of your thighs, which are shaking from the almost overwhelming pleasure of his actions
“that feel good, baby?” he grins down at you. the lewd, fucked out expression of your face pushing him closer to his own high. “y-yes daddy! please don’t stop!” your moans are whiny and desperate as you’re being hurdled towards another orgasm. “feels so fuckin’ good” he mumbles, trying to focus on keeping a consistent pace
“fuuuck, daddy, I’m gonna cum!” you moan loudly. your back arches and your hands fist the sheets, knuckles almost turning white from your grip.
“ooh- fuck yeah, baby. cum for me again.” he commands, never letting up on his thumb still playing with your clit. you throw your head back, eyes screwed shut as your orgasm rips through you. whining as your thighs tremble
his thrusts slow down as your cunt clenches on his cock, “good fuckin’ girl” he groans, the praise makes you whimper even louder. his thumb circles your clit a few more times before he begins fucking you faster, chasing his own release. it only takes a few quick and sloppy thrusts for him to cum with his cock buried deep in your pulsating cunt, throbbing walls milking him as he comes undone above you.
he moans deeply as he gives a couple more lazy thrusts before sitting back on his knees, admiring the mess he’s made of you. a mixture of your cum seeping from your hole. your face is flushed and your breathing labored. “you’re so pretty” he sighs, giving your thigh a playful slap
atsumu climbs off the bed and shuffles into the bathroom. you lie there with your eyes closed, becoming even sleepier as you hear running water from the other room. he comes back with a warm, damp towel and a pair of clean underwear for you to put on
while he cleans you up he praises you further, telling you how well you took him and how good you felt, how pretty you looked. as he’s doing so he’s also peppering little kisses over your thighs, cheeks, and of course your lips
when he’s done he crawls back into bed beside you and wraps his arms around you, nuzzling you into him. “thank you” you say, voice muffled by his chest. “no, thank you” he responds, kissing the top of your head. “feel free to wake me up to fuck you any time” he chuckles
“gladly” you giggle, settling more into his chest. “I love you” you whisper, looking up at him. “I love you, too” he smiles and kisses your forehead
you snuggle into his chest again, getting comfortable. he rubs your back as you drift off, listening to his heartbeat and enjoying the safe and comforting feeling being wrapped in his arms brings you
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iwaasfairy · 3 years
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Thank youuu sm for doing my request!, it was really good :D
OKAY HOLD ON- imagine this ✨ step daddy iwaizumi is in the gym doing what normal people do at the gym. It was like his 5 minute break thing when he thought about his baby. He thought that oh she's probably in her college zoom class or something AND THAT MOTHER FUCKER ahm decided it would be funny to send her dick pics AND VIDEOS OF THEM DOING GOD KNOWS WHAT (he did this in the bathroom ofc) "make sure to keep the volume down😣 save yourself from embarrassment."
Plz when she opened the text messages WHILE THE FUCKING CAMERA IS ON her face just goes 😦😳
He comes back home to find he's cutie touching herself and crying in frustration because she can't come. And as the good daddy he is he help her and even make her squirt on her fav hello kitty bedsheets :)
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more stepdaddy/ honest iwa because i’ll never get enough of him (๑ १ ˑ̫ १) thank you for the thirst baby!! my brain is vibrating
tw (step)daddy hajime, ddlg-ish, masturbation, filming, size, praise & degradation
“Daddy, daddy, please,” is the first thing he hears when he finally gets back home, and for a split second his mind goes to walking in to find someone else fucking you. “Ah, ah, wanna cum. Please -hmh- make m-me cum, daddy, miss you — so much,” you sniffle, voice high pitched and so soft. But judging by the state of the living room, you clearly threw a little tantrum, so a smile slips on as he walks over to the bedroom.
Pillows having been tossed onto the floor in frustration, laptop abandoned on the table. You must notice his heavy footsteps, because suddenly the house grows very quiet, but the damage has been done. And it doesn’t take much to notice how you’re hidden under the blankets when he opens the door.
“Baby, daddy’s home. What are you doing in here?” he frowns when the lump under the blankets hesitates for a few seconds, then peeking out your head with a pout. It’s only half-hearted, you look so fucking cute right there after all. But still.
“I… I wasn’t doing anything. I just…” you trail off, blinking up at him. Hajime schools his features back into a neutral expression before walking over to the bed. You put your arms over the blanket to keep it in place, eyes widening. “W-wait, daddy. S’not fair, you were sending me things while I was in class. Just wanted to- make t-that weird feeling go away.” You look away when he urges your arms up, giving in so easily for daddy. It’s so cute, almost making him smile. He shouldn’t reward bad behaviour, but fuck, you’re stupidly sexy like this. Looking up at him with heated cheeks and tears in your eyes.
“Hmm, that weird feeling?” He peels the blanket down your body, revealing your tits and hardened nipples, as well as your glistening fingers and wet, fluttering pussy already ready for him. And he groans, because it’s exactly the thing he was imagining when he locked himself in the stall of the gym earlier, quickly fishing out his phone to film.
Sweat shining on the skin of his abs and thighs in the low light, hard cock beading precum that slowly runs down the side of his cock and makes it glisten. He bites the edge of his shirt harder as his tightened fist goes over the head of his cock, squeezing a bit harder to imagine your clenching cunny around his length. “Mhm, always— get me so fuckin’ hard, look how much daddy’s cock is drooling for you,” he grunts under his breath, making sure the video picks up the low tremble of his voice as well as the sounds of him stroking his fat cock to the thought of being home with his baby girl already.
“Wanna fuck that pretty pussy, make it mold to the shape of my cock again. You’d like that, right doll? You’d like daddy fucking you stupid on his big cock, making you forget your words?” He can already imagine how you’d mewl and cry when he gets his hands on you later, cock twitching in his hand when he squeezes again and more precum oozes out. Cock flushed red and veins protruded in both his needy cock and his arms and hands, he already knows what the sight of it all will do. “Stick your fingers in your mouth for me and suck them nice and good, imagine it’s daddy’s cock. M’gonna fuck you so good when I get back home.”
Cumming on his hand and exposed stomach and groaning your name under his breath. He had sent it not too long ago, giving only a quick warning before ignoring his phone for the rest of his workout. But your mom wouldn’t be home for the next few days, so all rules quickly go out the window for him when that’s the case. 
“Oh, that weird feeling, hm?” It’s mean, he knows it too. Making you feel guilty for something he set you up for entirely, but alas, rules are rules. His cock already hard again now, twitching against his thigh as he bends down to take a seat on the edge of the bed and takes one of your pointed nipples into his mouth, groaning when you cry so pretty at his warm mouth. The wetness and his tongue rubbing over your sensitive nipple as one hand pinches and rolls the other is enough to have you closing your eyes, gently letting your hands find the collar of his shirt and holding it. Always so fucking precious.
His other hand moves in between your legs, tracing two fingers over the slit and grunting at the warm slick collecting on his fingers so easily. “You’ve been playing with yourself, baby girl, don’t lie.” Obviously, but it’s more fun making you say it, watching you look so embarrassed and guilty you’d do anything to make up. “It’s so wet down here. Tell daddy what you did.” At the order, you pull your bottom lip into your mouth, eyes widening a little as just one finger flicks up to your puffy clit, rubbing the underside of it over and over with swift taps that have your hips bucking. “This?”
“I— I,” you try, looking away from those green eyes to glance at your wall instead, hiding your guilty expression away into another pillow as you pout. “I know -hm, ah- y-you said no touching but I couldn’t focus on anything else, daddy.” Your body curves so easily into his touch when he slides his fingers back along your pussy to prod at the gushing hole with a hum.
“I’ve been watching your video for the past hour. Please don’t be mad.” You tremble when he instantly slides two fingers into your little cunt, thumb resting on your clit and rubbing it that way. It’s not too much yet, but with how long you’ve probably been trying on your own, he knows it won’t take much.
“You know only daddy’s allowed to touch between your legs though.” He curls his fingers into your walls until you cry out at the press of his fingers right into that one spongy spot, watching your expression flip between guilt and pleasure.
“M’sorry, daddy. I’m sorry. Couldn’t help it.” More tears and more embarrassment come when he chuckles at that, and you whine as you cling tighter to his collar.
“Such a bad girl, waiting with your pussy wet and empty for your daddy to come home on your bed next to your stuffies. Always turn into a nasty slut when you get to see some cock, hm?” He sighs, then pulls out his hand to make quick work of his pants. He shoves his boxers down along with it, watching you as you open your mouth to peek out a little, pink tongue at it, automatically opening your legs further at the simple sight of that fat cock glistening with precum for you. “What is it you want, baby?” he grabs onto the base of his cock, slapping it against your pussy with wet paps. “Ask for it.”
You moan, urging him closer when he gets situated in between your legs better, and shake your head side to side to get rid of your tears. “Wan’daddy to f-fuck me, wan—na cum,” you cry though, and as he climbs on top of you you’re quick to hide your face into the crook of his neck with a sob. “Please, daddy, hurts without you. Please make it feel good. Please, please, please, I’ll be good.”
“All this effort to get off and you couldn’t even cum on your own?” He places the tip of his cock between your legs, before grabbing onto your hips and angling them up. “Couldn’t -hng, had to have daddy’s fat cock in here?” He slowly pushes into your tiny slit, watching you struggle to take all of him sliding inside.
“Yes, yesyesyesyesyes. So- s-ohh, hng, big,” you babble against his skin, trying to wiggle your hips down on him faster, get filled faster. ‘Daddy, daddy,’ you breathe every few seconds. 
“Slow down, greedy slut.” You’re clearly already out of it with how glazed your eyes are when you look at him. Hajime grunts at the sight, reaching one hand up to grab at your hair and hold you in place that way. Your hands on his shoulders go softer when you clench around him, tiny cunny stretching to take daddy’s fat cock inside entirely and throwing your head back with a whimper when he pushes in the last stretch at once.
All your little cries swallowed by his kiss, pushing his tongue into your mouth to keep you quiet. When you cling so tight to him like you want to keep him inside forever, he grins, pressing his lips to the shell of your ear. “You can take it so much better than mom, right?”
“Yes, yes, please, I love daddy more, hmhng- o-only me.” Your eyes roll back when he pulls his hips back to slam in again, hips hitting yours and walls battered so well by the thick cock making it’s way into you, held in place like a little whore. “Wanna have daddy’s cock all to myself,” you cry, wrapping your trembling thighs around his legs to keep him close, breaths growing shallow. You’re so close. “Please, ah, ah, daddy.”
“It’s all yours, baby. Daddy’s cock belongs to this little cunt creaming around it. Now let me help you out, yeah?” And when his hand slides right back between your legs to circle your clit, it’s only a few well aimed thrusts before you’re coming all around him.
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sugawara-sweetheart · 3 years
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♡︎𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐤𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐢𝐧♡︎
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❥warnings: fingering, daddy kink, nipple play, begging, innocent!reader/ddlg-ish
❥word count: 0.4k
❣︎anon: congrats on your milestone! Can i request some nice daddy kink jean? 😔 a crumb u kind miss
thank you so much! i hope you enjoy this <33
jean can never deny you. you’re too cute, too pretty, too sweet with your innocent eyes and your soft little whines as you grind your hips onto his hand, almost crying for your release.
“please, daddy.” you’re so pretty, naked on his lap with three of his fingers buried in your cunt, slick dripping down his hand whilst his other toys with your nipples, the pads of his fingertips wet with your saliva. “please, daddy- want to cum so bad.” your whines are like music to his ears, his cock throbbing in the confines of his pants and he can’t help but smile as he presses his lips to yours. you kiss him with fervour, your fingers threading through his hair and your tongue greedy as you slide it into his mouth, whining when he sucks on it messily with drool spilling down your chin.
“you want to cum?” he coos, his fingers thrusting into your tight walls which squeeze tighter at his words.
“please, daddy!” you sound so desperate, clinging to him when he stops his hand, fingers still deep inside your wet cunt whilst your face falls. “daddy!” tears spring to your eyes and you tug at his hair whilst your walls flutter around his fingers. “i need to cum so bad. please make me cum.”
“aw, baby.” there’s a teasing tone to his voice as he bites the flesh of your ear lobe, sucking gently to make you shudder. “if you want to cum, fuck yourself on daddy’s fingers then. show daddy how badly you need to cum.”
your whines and whimpers sound so cute, tits bouncing slightly as you hump jean’s fingers, walls squeezing them tight as you push yourself to the edge, your eyes locked with his. he swipes along your drooling tongue with his other hand, pressing his wet fingers to your sensitive nipple to make you squeal as you rut on his hand before your orgasm finally hits, a blissful fucked out look flashing over your face as you rock your hips, fucking yourself on his hand through your high with chants of ‘daddy, daddy, daddy’ falling from your lips as wetness drenches his hand.
“that’s it, you’re such a good girl cumming all over daddy’s fingers.” jean smiles, rewarding you with his slick-coated fingers sliding into your salivating mouth, your lewd moans muffled as you suck them clean.
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opchickpea · 3 years
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okay so I tried to write Mattsun smut since today is his day but it ended being him and Makki just being mean doms to Mattsun’s gf 🤡 idk what it is. My brain just clicked that they come like a package deal afsgdjakak
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bokutoslittlebird · 2 years
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Todoroki Enji + Incest
— featuring Todoroki Natsuo
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Summary: With your parents finalized divorce, most of your family lives with your mom except you, who decided to stay with Enji. You tell them he’s changed and you enjoy staying with him, not letting them know you and daddy have a dark secret.
Warnings: female genitalia, mentions of “girl”, incest, [implied] consensual somnophilia, creampie, daddy kink, fingering, f. and m. oral receiving, a bit of praise, ddlg themes
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“I’m just worried about you,”
“Natsuo-nii, I’m fine. I’m not in any danger,” you let out a small laugh as he huffs, hearing him sigh on the other side of the line. “I know you have your doubts, but daddy’s better now. He’s changed as a man,”
“That doesn’t mean he’s a better father. I know you say you’re fine but I can help but worry. It’s just how I am, okay?” Another sigh. “I’m worried about my baby sister, that’s all,”
“Baby sister? Natsuo, I’m an adult, you know? I can take care of myself just fine,” you take a glance at the clock on the microwave, eyes widening as you realize the time. “I have to go make dinner, we can talk later,”
“Okay, be safe,”
“I am,” you smile as you hang up. Natsuo has always been protective of you since you were young, being close in age only by a year. He was always the one who called you to make sure you were okay, as well. He really didn’t need to worry, though, since you enjoyed taking care of Enji. Enji would always come home around the same time, so you wanted to make sure dinner was hot and ready when he came back.
Once it was ready, though, you ended up waiting almost an hour before putting everything away, deciding to go to bed early. If he was too busy with hero work, he’d probably be home much later and would buy himself a small meal to keep him going. Stripping down to your underwear and putting on an old shirt of Enji’s, you crawl into bed and easily drift off to sleep, exhaustion washing over you.
You’re fast asleep when Enji comes back, who goes to straight to his room to discard of his hero suit, rolling his shoulders once free of the material. He didn’t expect you to go to bed, but he does expect to see you in the den, reading a book as you wait. When he finds your presence missing, no lights on except the one over the sink, he decides to check your bedroom.
Most of the bedrooms are empty, as they are the old ones of his other children. Yours is closest to his bedroom, next to where Fuyumi used to be. Without a light on, he has to enter the room and, using a small flame as a source of light, is able to discern your sleeping figure on the bed. Due to the warm temperatures, you only sleep half clothed and hardly with a blanket on, your body curled around one of your pillows as you sleep soundly. A gentle smile crosses his face as he hears the soft breathing, but it drops as he continues into the room. Coming closer to your form, he clicks on the lamp nearby as he sets it on the dim setting, dropping the flame as he sets himself on the bed behind you.
You don’t move as he brings his hand to your hips, large hand moving down your body and over your thigh, squeezing the flesh there. A soft noise leaves your lips as he brings his hand lower, however, pressing a finger against your clothed pussy, rubbing against the wetness it finds. A frown is on his lips as he presses into the wetness, before he’s moving your panties to the side, sliding two fingers in to find you absolutely dripping. Clicking his tongue, he removes his fingers from you as he adjusts himself between your legs.
With you still soundly asleep, he manages to strip you of your panties and hike your legs onto his shoulders. Asleep, but aware, you gasp as he brings his fingers to your cunt once more, his lips wrapping around your clit as he does. Using his tongue to lap up any extra juices, he keeps his lips to your skin while his fingers pump into you, pressing harshly against your walls. The lewd noises that come from each thrust has him sucking on you just a bit harder, his free hand moving to rub his cock through his boxers. Your hands twitch as your head lolls back and forth, moans and breathless pants coming from you as he continues to bring you closer to orgasm.
Removing his fingers entirely, he uses his hands to keep you nice and steady as he laps and sucks at your pussy. A swipe of his tongue has your eyes fluttering open, hands moving to dig themselves in his hair as you moan out his name, a question in sleepy voice. “Daddy?” He doesn’t answer you, just looking up from between your legs as your eyes are still recovering from sleepiness. Another harsh suck on your clit has your eyes shutting, a hand on your mouth as you try to hold back your scream of ecstasy. He doesn’t stop, continuing to help you ride out your orgasm as he flicks his tongue over your gushing hole. Eventually, though, he does set you down as you come down from the high, arm draped over your head as you do.
“You were a bad girl,” he says, breaking the silence. You immediately look at him, a frown on your face as you do. Shaking your head, he beats you to talking. “Couldn’t wait up for me and touching yourself? You know I don’t like it when you do that without me,”
“I didn’t touch myself, honestly,” you’re scrambling to get yourself sitting properly as you speak. “I got sleepy and went to bed thinking of you, but I never touched myself, daddy,”
“So you were just thinking of me? Couldn’t wait for me to get home?”
“Well, no, but I knew you’d end up waking me up when you did get home, so I didn’t worry about it. I’m sorry if I upset you, daddy,” you pout, fully on your knees as he leans on the bed. Close to your face, he analyses your sincerity. After a beat or two of silence, he sighs, moving back.
“You didn’t upset me, pretty girl,” the nickname has you perking up, a smile coming across your lips. “Just a bit hurt you went to bed without me. But now that you’re awake, I can properly put you to sleep,” he then motions with his finger for you to roll over. Obeying, you position yourself on all fours, feeling his hands run up your sides before moving to the front, grasping your breasts as you sigh at the feeling.
He moves himself close behind you, hard cock rubbing against you as he continues to massage and knead your breasts, lips on the back of your neck. Whining and moving yourself back only results in his touch stopping, so you try not to move too much as you feel one of his hands leave your chest, moving down to slide his cock between your folds, coating it in your juices. When he deems himself coated enough, he’s pushing his fat cock into you. It’s always big, easily splitting you in two as he easily glides in each time. Your cunt pulses around him, squeezing as he is able to bottom out, tip nudging against your cervix as he does.
Tired as he is, he doesn’t want to drag out anything and immediately gets to slamming his hips into you, your arms dropping your top half as you scream into the pillows. Fingers dig into them as his hands hold onto your hips, a bruising grip that has you biting on your lower lip. Muffled noises aren’t allowed, his arm circling around your throat to pull you up from the pillows as your hands go to scratch at it. “I don’t want you holding back,” he grunts, continuing his harsh pace as your eyes roll, cunt gushing around him as he does.
Keeping you on the stimulation path, he brings his other hand to your clit, rubbing it in circles as you moan, gritting your teeth after as drool begins to spill from your lips. Bringing his lips to your shoulder, he presses soft kisses that contrast his rough treatment, cock bumping your cervix as stars fill your vision. With him rubbing your clit and his cock rubbing against your sensitive walls, you’re soon creaming on his cock with a scream.
Continuing to drill into you through it, he drops your body back to the futon as he cages you in with his arms, driving himself towards his own end. He’s never far behind after you finish, his hot cum flooding your insides as you mewl at the feeling, fisting the pillows. A few more sharp, shallow thrusts until he’s pulling out of you, cum oozing out right after. It feels good, feeling it coating your folds and dripping onto the bed. When he moves away from you, though, you know you’re not done.
With the strength you have left, you make sure to properly position yourself in front of his cock, still hard as a rock. Even though he usually gives you a few loads before letting you go, he knows you’re exhausted. As a show of mercy, he only gave you one. Pressing your lips to his tip, you lick away your creamy goodness from him, rubbing the rest of his cock with your hand. Lapping and soft sucks around his head, you move down with your tongue as you look up at him, swallowing as much as you can of him. He’s big, much bigger when he’s in your mouth, but you always manage to please him despite only fitting half of him inside.
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Using your tongue, you continue to clean up any drippings from you. Along the shaft, pressing open mouthed kisses to it, licking over his balls, gently sucking on them as he groans. It’s always nice to hear him make sounds of pleasure, the noise making your cunt clench as more of his cum oozes out of you. Lapping and sucking at his balls, you finally bring your lips and tongue back to his cock, cleaning up any excess spit and creamy cum, licking your lips as you do. With him mostly being clean, you wrap your lips around his head as your hand pumps his cock, feeling his hand come to the back of your head as he grips your hair. Another groan and a grunt and then you’re moaning as cum fills your mouth.
“Good girl, clean me up,” he groans, keeping his hand on your head as you make sure you clean up any extra cum from his cock. Satisfied, you give him a kiss on his tip and lick your lips, sitting back on your knees. He presses his lips to yours, rubbing your cheek with this thumb. “Goodnight,”
“Goodnight, daddy,” you wave to him, situating yourself back against the pillows. Under the cover, you rub your legs together as you smile, drifting back to sleep.
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readerinsertz · 2 years
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(Age 25) Hi! Can you write something smutty for America with cockwarming, praise kink and body worship?
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A/N: I put these two together, hope you like it!!
Rating: Explicit, MDNI
Word Count: 1.7K
Warning: 18+ content, MDNI, afab!reader, fem!reader, nudes, pet play, kitten and puppy!reader, daddy dom, gas lighting, piss kink, humiliation, domesticity kink, misogyny kink, dark kinks, free use, role play, CNC: kidnapping, minor stalking, aftercare, cockwarming , not proof read
Doesn’t have the patience to take polaroids of you but if you give him some he’ll have them in his wallet and will get a clear phone case just to put on in there as well. Also has a nude/sexy photo of you as his lockscreen/home screen- probably had you blowing him before you changed it
Daddy dom but not in a soft way- makes you drink loads of water because “good girls like you need to be hydrated, what would a dummy like you do without her daddy?” and then sit you on his lap, won’t let you up when you start squirming and needing to go. “You’re just a stupid babygirl, daddy knows what’s best for you, you don't need to go potty just yet.” presses against your bladder until you piss yourself over him.
Also pet play like this especially if you’re a puppy girl. One day 2+2=4 the next day 2+2=5 “silly doggy, there’s a reason why i go out and work to buy you your toys whilst you just sit there and swallow daddy’s cock” calls you “puppy” and has multiple collars for you ranging from your name, “Al’s bitch” to “puppy” or “cum dump”. Throws a ball and makes you fetch it. Also uses his foot to nudge you onto your back to give your tummy scritches. You’re so eager to please in puppy space that he lets you ride him on the sofa, mouth switching from sucking hickeys on your neck to sucking on your tits. Just dumbification when you’re in puppy space.
If you’re in kitten space i think he’ll adore you and pamper the fuck out of you. Cats don’t give their love easily so Al will spoil you until you give him love. Lets you up on the sofa, fetches stuff for you. Cockwarming is normally done to tease you or in aftercare to feel closer to you but when you’re in kitty space, you just bat at his crotch and he’ll let you sink down on him. Probably wraps one arm around your waist to stop you from moving and prepares you with the other hand. “Nuh uh, kitty, need to stretch that pretty hole of yours. My cock is too big for you to take without prep. Now be a good little kitty and sit there while daddy does all the work.”
Also also also: you’re a dumb ditzy puppy girl with the ears and tail and Al also has dog ears and tail but he’s a mean mutt who uses his size and strength to bully you into submission. You’re play-wrestling with him, having fun until Al gets fed up and shoves you onto your back, pushes your knees to your shoulders and then fucks into your wet hole. Flips you onto all fours and continues rutting into you as you cry and scratch the carpet. When he’s done fucking you, it’s finally quiet with the puppy sleeping
Realises that you are perfect and don’t deserve him- you’re so fucking goregous and kind and aren’t tainted like him. Big hands will trace your skin, eyes filled with love and vulnerability as he whispers praise into your ear. Lips dragging over your olive skin, pressing kisses on every inch.
I feel like he has a domesticity kink but it can be soft or dark; soft = coming home to you is something he dreams about. Just having someone waiting for him to come back home. He’s always pulling you into him when he sees you’re still awake in bed waiting for his return. But also like if you doll yourself up like in the 50’s with a dress and apron on, Al wouldn’t even get past the entrance before he’s pushing you to all fours and fucking you. Creating a home with him and feeding your man is all he wants
But also dark “this is where you belong, in the house cooking and cleaning for your man, and gagging on daddy’s dick” if there isn’t a hot plate of food on the table for him and the house clean, he’ll force you over his knees and spank you until you’re crying. House dirty? Makes you clean it in a skimpy maid’s outfit. When you’re bent over doing laundry, he’ll come up and finger you enough to get you wet and then fuck you over the machine. He’ll cum in you, pat your bum in a well done, then walk away whistling as if nothing happened, as if being a free use slut was a normal thing. If you crawl to him, his cum dripping out he may, after making you lick up the mess you made, make you cum. If you’re unable to move after the dicking down he gave you don’t worry cuz he’ll come back in and make sure you cum at least twice- his pride won’t allow him to fuck a woman and not get her off, scene be damned.
Sets out a CNC scene, you walking through a dark parking lot and he abducts you and takes you to his wood cabin in the forest. You wake up naked, a collar around your neck.
You look around, trying to locate where you are in the dark room. It’s cold and a bit musty smelling but that information is forgotten the moment you move your legs and hear a strange noise. Like metal scraping against concrete. You look down to see a chain attached to a cuff around your leg. Tracing the silver loops you find a male holding the other end, sitting on a chair, half in shadow.
“Hello, princess.” He stands up and walks towards you. He’s enormous, six foot and muscular.
“Pluh-please let me go. I…I prom-mise i w-won’t tell anyone,” you beg and plead but it doesn’t deter the man who stalks closer, kneeling on the ratty mattress.
“Let you go? But princess, I spent so long watching you and waiting for the perfect time to snatch you up and make you mine.” His hand traces from the cuff up your leg, hand wrapping around your left knee and yanking your leg open.
“Since the moment I saw you, though you were the prettiest woman I’d ever seen. Couldn’t get you out of my head, couldn’t stop jerking myself to the image of you on your knees, looking up at me,” he murmurs, hand trailing up and down your inner thigh, goosebumps rising where his fingertips touch. A shiver runs down your spine and you can’t stop the cant of your hips, trying desperately to push your cunt closer to his fingers. Your captor chuckles.
“Don’t worry, doll, I’ll give you what you want.” A thick finger sinks into your heat and you wail as his thumb rubs circles over your clit. One hand grips the mattress, the other curling into the white top that your captor was wearing. Another finger slips in and you keen at the stretch, jerking when he crooks his fingers in such a way that they skim your gspot. They spread out in a scissoring motion, stretching your gummy walls before a third finger is added. The stretch is divine and your eyes roll back as you arch your back.
“Hehe, looks like you want this, babydoll, you’re not struggling.” The reminder prompts you to try and wiggle away from him. A shriek leaves your lips when the male grabs the chain and yanks it, your back hitting the mattress as your body is pulled closer to him. His large hands curve around your inner knees and push your thighs to open up a space for him to kneel in. You struggle again but it’s halfhearted at best, you can feel your slick dripping down and you feel too empty.
“Colour?” Al asks, worrying when he sees your actions lose their intensity.
“Green.”
“Gonna let me fuck this pretty pussy? Been thinking about this for so fucking long,” your abductor tells you, hissing when he pulls out his cock and gives it a few pumps, using the precum to make his hand slide smoother. The male guides his dick into your hole, no longer able to tease you, sliding into you until his pelvis is flush with your ass. He gives you a few moments to adjust to the stretch before tentatively withdrawing and thrusting back in. You moan and buck your hips, your captor taking it as a cue to begin fucking you.
The wet slapping sound of skin hitting skin echoes around the small room. The male grabs one of your ankles and pushes your knee to your chest. You scream at the change in angle, his dick now rubbing against your gspot with every thrust. Two fingers press against your clit, drawing figures of eights on it. The intense scene and the pleasure rocking through has you quickly cumming, creaming on the dick inside of you. The dark haired male fucks you through your orgasm, thrusts faltering as he nears his high. With a curse, he pulls out and jerks his cock at the sight of you, freshly fucked and under him pushing him over the edge. His semen lands on you, thick white trickles covering your pussy. You distantly hear the sound of a phone camera but are too blissed out to care.
“Baby, everything okay?” Your boyfriend asks, one hand comfortably stroking your hair whilst the other one digs out the key for the chain and unlocks it. “You did so good, my good girl. Was so amazing, pretty doll. My good girl.” Praise falls from his lips as Al scoops you up with ease and heads to the stairs to the house. Long legs take you to the bathroom, an already prepared bath filled with warm water waiting for you. Al gently places you into the water, pulling back to kick off his clothes and enters the bath, stopping to take off your collar. You whine in protest but let him take it off.
“How you feelin’, baby,” Al asks as he places you to rest on his chest.
“Hmmm, floaty,” you slur. “Wanna be close to you. Wan’ you in me.”
“You sure?” Al asks. You nod, eyes closed. After any scene you always want to be as close as possible to your boyfriend. Al lifts you and lets you sink back down on his dick, letting you cockwarm him as he begins to bathe you.
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whoreshijima · 2 years
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elaborate..
Daddy/caregiver ushijima never lets you life a finger when you’re in little space, carrying you everywhere and making sure you’re comfy and safe when he can’t actively be with you but encourages you to stay by his side when he works or showers, letting you sit on the bathroom floor wrapped in a massive blanket just so you can still talk to him
He makes sure you eat healthy things at the dinner table, especially when you refuse and just takes his time with you, encouraging you to eat it all with small promises of cuddles and joining him at practice the next day. Kissing your head when you finish most of it and letting you pick out a dessert
Watching you show him off all your cute outfits and skirts, accessories and all; spinning and skipping around in front of him and smiling with every outfit “lookin good baby” “oooo I like that one—!” “Didn’t I buy you that pink shirt?” He muses along, man spreading on the couch with his arms across his chest but eagerly invites you into his lap for a cuddle and chat
Instantly notices when you’re too tired to be awake, still playing a video game or colouring on the lounge table. Calloused fingers dancing along your cheek and the deep timber of his voice telling you to go to bed is enough to have your eyes finally dropping and clambering into your daddy’s arms to be carried towards the bedroom, clinging on like a koala and nuzzling his neck
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