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manjiroscum · 2 years

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NAUGHTY STRAWBERRY

Character/s: stepfather!Ran Haitani & stepuncle!Rindou Haitani

Warnings: f!reader, explicit sex, mature language, consensual non-con, stepcest, implied age gap, mentions of cheating, threesome, anal sex, double vag penetration (ran and rindou’s dicks touch ofc), daddy kink, cum play, cum swallowing, manhandling, bonten era although not mentioned, mentions of death, and use of pet names. Minors do not interact.

Note: this is for bby aly @riszu hope u like it 🤭💕

Synopsis: Welcoming your stepfather Ran home can vary from the usual greetings to getting fucked by him and his brother.

WC: 2.3k

Dress shoes pattering from the front door had your left brow rising. The hairs on the back of your neck stand as a form of a salute at the familiar sound steadily growing louder enough to be heard from where you are sitting in your bedroom just ten feet away. Be called crazy or maybe even paranoid, but from the countless times Haitani Ran comes and goes as he pleased into your quaint tiny home he gifted you, memorizing his footsteps wasn’t the oddest ability you have honed since he was welcomed into your life. No, scratch that, he wasn’t exactly welcomed by you. It was your mother’s idea before she decided to leave the earth after a not-so-coincidental household accident months back.

Nothing can always be a coincidence when a Haitani lives under your roof.

Knowing the song and dance like the back of your hand, the bright red nail polish you were about to open and apply to your nails was left open on the desk the moment you stood up. A bowl of frozen strawberries you were snacking on is left to thaw next to it. Feet silently clambering away from your room and to whatever place that seemed a great hiding spot. The beat of your heart was like a drum that has lost all reason, hammering against your ear as you searched high and low. Terrified at the chance of getting caught for the hundredth time, the initial plan to head for the back door was foiled at the sight of the knob twisting only to fail miserably since you haven’t forgotten to lock it. By the wise words of Ran, you have to lock all doors when you were home alone. But in this case, you and Ran weren’t alone—never have been since the death of your mother.

Shit. All known curses raced through your mind akin to a bullet train as you head upstairs to where Ran’s room was. The last time you were trapped in the bathroom by the kitchen, that didn’t end well for you. A hand clasped over your mouth to muffle your breathing, you hid behind his closet. And now, you waited. While hiding in his closet seemed to be asking for it, you knew the last place he’ll be checking is his room. That would give you ample time to think and plot where to hide next. Although, this would prove to be a bit more challenging because someone else was around to play your usual games. One who was eagerly looking forward to this occurrence, unable to mask his excitement when his brother approved.

“Sweetheart? Where are you?”

Ran drawling out your name caused a chill to run down your spine, back straight against his neatly folded clothes that exuded the comforting scent of the fabric softener that did little to no help. The tiny space slowly suffocating had you regretting choosing the closet as a hiding spot at the lack of legroom and provided low visibility of the room outside. However, it was too late to go out and find another alternative now. Not when your stepfather was actively seeking you out, calling your name in that sickly sweet tone that often spelled trouble.The exact tone he used to lure you into the guest room when your mother was out shopping for groceries, having your legs spread out for him so he could wet his dick because she isn’t the one he loves. Molding your pussy with the shape of his cock while his wife was out shopping for ingredients for dinner on a Saturday night. And you let him do so willingly. To have him bend you to his will and never have you feel the onslaught or an ounce of guilt that should still be present even after her death. That’s what he’s good at, after all.

Ran was good at making you feel the ecstatic emotion of never giving a shit to a point you figured it was alright to sleep with him. Your mother is just in the other room across yours. Shame, shame, shame. You should’ve felt ashamed. It should make you feel like a sicko, not as if you’ve opened the golden gates of heaven and tasting ambrosia directly from his lips whenever you are with him.

What a bad daughter you are for enjoying his games.

“Are you here?”

The door to his bedroom swung open, creaking under the weight of his hand, alerting you of his presence. Holding your breath, your lungs slightly burned at how long you stayed there, barely letting anything out—to keep this game going. It was far too early for him to catch you. Ran loves his little games after all. Without a challenge, his mood was sure to plummet faster than the vase left shattered on the ground the day your mother’s body was found by the couch. Cold and lifeless eyes staring back at you, all so he could keep you by his side at night. The empty side of his bed was warmer with you in it than the oozing crimson tainting the carpet that took so much effort to clean and dispose of. Who would’ve known your stepfather was good at finding the stuff he broke from the shattered porcelain to the carpet online to replace the dirty one?

“Where are you hidin’, pretty thing?” A ghost of a smirk was on his lips, violets searching high and low for any sign of you. Utter silence swept through the area save for your heartbeat banging louder than anything in your ear. But you shouldn’t really underestimate him. Haven’t you learned from the best? Ran was never one you could easily fool, those limpid lavender irises that looked at you with love now staring down at your crouching form with maliciousness. “Found ‘ya, darling.” Pupils darker than the closet you hid from. A squeak escaped your lips at the way he harshly grabbed you by your wrist, ass stinging as it skids on the floor before you stood up with wobbly legs like a newborn fawn about to be devoured by the lions taking refuge in your home.

“N-no, lemme go—”

A cry out of pain shoots up your nerves from the slap he gave your left ass cheek. Lips in a downturn as he dragged you downstairs, cooing whenever you tried to break free from his grip. Eyes widened a fracture at the sight of his younger brother chilling on the couch like he was expecting this. Haitani Rindou, tired from his paperwork, instantly perked up at the sight of you in merely panties and a silk camisole. A grin quick to spread across his handsome face enough to make a woman’s pussy go damp. Those muscles flexed underneath the white shirt he wore, sleeves rolled back exposing those protruding veins running up his hands. The sound of your meek and pathetic cry for Ran to set you free went straight to the two men’s dicks that twitched underneath their slacks. Your cheek pressed hard against Rindou’s bulge, his legs wide open while he grinned at your feeble position. Both of your hands were rendered useless as Ran had them pinned to your back. The tip of his dress shoe nudging your ass up in the air. Whimpering at how it brushed against your clothed damp sex.

“Such a pretty girl, isn’t she, Rin?”

“Yeah, I can see why you kept this a secret for too long,” Rindou grunted, fingers wrapped around your hair to pull your head up to see fat tears rolling down your cheeks. “So cute. Afraid I’ll take her away from ‘ya?”

“Don’t be stupid, Rin,” Ran scoffed, running his palm up to your ass before squeezing the fat there. “You know I didn’t want that hag to find out I was fucking better pussy.”

“You wouldn’t mind if I used her mouth, right? Fuck, why am I even asking when I’ll be tasting more than just this mouth,” Rindou sneered, unbuckling his belt and unzipping his pants, slapping the red angry tip of his cock against your lips. Seeing your defiance, he huffed and pulled at your hair again, eliciting a cry. “Open that mouth, slut. If you know what’s good for ‘ya.”

“N-no—”

“I said, open up. Don’t make me repeat myself.”

Being denied didn’t suit them well, you know this for far too long. And even if you memorized the script down to the dot, the brothers’ intentions were always a surprise. Gurgling around the girthy length of Rindou’s cock, your cum filled gummy walls were occupied with Ran’s long one that never fails to hit that delicious spot. Tits bouncing at the harsh pistoning of his hips, pussy folds stinging at every stretch his cock did on your unprepared hole. Sobbing at the tip bullying your uvula, a throaty groan followed by a whine bubbled out of your throat at the sudden intrusion in your other hole. Ass cheeks parted, Ran hissed as he sunk his cock into your puckered hole slowly. Egged on by your desperate pleas muffled by Rindou fucking into your throat. Clit throbbing despite your pussy being empty now. The evidence of Ran fucking and stretching it was the ache and his cum that remained.

“Such a good whore, huh?” Pride swelling in his chest, Ran grinned at the idea of you reducing not only him but his brother too, to such an animalistic state. “Told ‘ya my darlin’ is good. Why do you think I always rush home afterward, huh?”

“F-fuck, she sucks dick so good too—ah…”

“S-shtop, plewse!”

Popping out of your mouth, drool and pre-cum connected your tongue to Rindou’s dick. Lips sore and chin glistening with your spit. Furiously rubbing his cock, Rindou hissed as he spurted his creamy cum onto your surprised face, dripping down your lashes down to your parted lips and chin. A salacious smile on his face caused your heart to skip a beat. Scooping up his semen with his index finger, your stepuncle was quick to shove it down your mouth. The taste is salty and a bit bitter. Even now, they manhandled you to their every whim, back now pressed against Rindou’s inked chest while your ankles dug into Ran’s shoulders, both of their cocks were still pounding into your abused holes. Your juices combined with both of their cum splattered around your cunt, thighs, and ass cheeks. The brothers’ pelvis and the base of their cocks weren’t safe from the sticky substance. Nor was the couch.

High-pitched moans and sobs mingled with the grunts that filled the living room. Loud enough to alert anyone nearby who isn't wise enough to know to leave and mind their own business. It is, after all, a quaint neighborhood that never snooped into the houses’ occupants. And this served Haitani Ran and you well, being able to continue such a taboo relationship even though the bonds have been broken since your mother died. Freely exercising the debauchery of it all.

But what had the blood leaving your cheeks and pushing against your stepfather’s chest was the suggestion he threw into the hazy atmosphere that instantly cleared your mind for a second.

“Think this pretty cunt of hers can take us both, Rin?”

Catching wind of what his older brother is about to do, Rindou fought back the urge to laugh at your appalling reaction before nodding. “Wouldn’t doubt it for a second. Such a filthy slutty pussy she has.” To prove his point, his hand went straight to lightly slap on your clit which had you keening instantly. Gushing around Ran’s length, you swore your vision was starting to double when he tapped on your cheek. Violets staring right into your eyes, hoping you could still understand him. A moment to catch your breaths as Rindou sat up, getting ready himself as his older brother checked on you.

“Remember our safeword, yeah, sweetheart?”

Head slightly dizzy, you blinked a few times. Nodding, you hummed in added response and leaned in to press a kiss to his lips. Despite the taste of Rindou’s salty cum on your lips, Ran swore you tasted like strawberries—sweet and tangy. Humming into the kiss, he unwillingly pulled away to which you pouted at the loss of contact. Immediately resuming his role, Ran squished your cheeks together harshly, puckering your lips as he grinned at how vulnerable you are.

“Good.” Pushing you back to lay against Rindou once more, Ran lined up his cock with his brother’s up to your cunt’s entrance. “Now, be an obedient whore and take us in nice and easy for daddy, ‘kay?” The moment that statement left his lips, Ran slid into your pussy once more, lips parting. Hissing at the abrupt penetration, you mewled into the air. “Fuck, still so tight. How's this pussy still squeezing me?”

Once Rindou started squeezing into your stuffed cunt, tears formed and rolled down your eyes at how unpleasant it was the first time. Taking in two cocks wasn't a walk in the park after all, especially when both of them started thrusting at once. Groaning in unison at the way your warm walls hugged their cocks, milking them again for what seemed like the nth time for today. Nails digging into your stepfather’s forearms, a soft whine was what you elicited when their hips started picking up pace. Ecstasy was close to swallowing you up whole in the process at the way they fucked into you like feral bunnies in heat. It wasn’t until Rindou pinched your puffy clit that had your bones rattled, keening, and gushing around both of their cocks. Lungs gasping for air after the draining yet welcomed activity, a stupid smile graced your fucked out face. Beyond satisfied yet ready for more. The flavor of strawberry tingled the brothers’ taste buds as you kissed them both for a job well done.

“Another round, princess?”

Oh, how could you refuse?

“Yes, daddy. Would like that very much.”

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ladythot · 11 months

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I think katou would probably like anal wait no, he IS into anal. My mans would prolly be the type to shove his Dick into s/o’s ass instead of her pussy if he’s feeling like it y’know the trope “wrong hole” is that what they call it? He’s the type to do it on purpose

Tw: anal sex, dubcon, wrong hole

Katou ruining s/o's love for seks as soon as he thinks about placing his cock just a little right lower down at her pussyhole as his tip kisses the other tighter lower rim. He's had enough of your cunt he wants another virgin-like hole to prod himself deeper in the same person. He's more of a freak than he lets on. He isn't chickening out if an opportunity such as good as ruining unscathed parts of your body as he lavishly does so is bound to happen at once.

He's got an inebriated dog grin on his face as he looks down at your hopeful expression knowing well that you wanted nothing more than to feel his shaft in your pussy; his mouth latched to your ear whispering unthinkable ways of ruining you as your mind capers to a blank space, leaving your guard down. You'd simply give in as you let him claim your body and when he catches to your broken state, your eagerness will soon stagger down to a petrified one as he plunges himself inside your 'wrong hole' while you hastily weasel your way out.

He wouldn't abide by your pleas til he's done telling you over and over that it's your pussy he's balls deep inside while you screw yourself over for letting his drunk self have sex with you. But no, hell no, he's well enough to remember how the rim of your ass kissed his tip before giving it a tongue kiss.

#tw.anal #tw.dubcon #waters #<- thirst tag

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shypupi · 8 months

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Finally got a plug in completely for the first time ever and it was so freaking fun. Will be posting with it in on Patreon asap <3

#tw.anal #📎

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sad-b-tch · 2 years

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Steven Stone:

Me:

"Let me eat your ass."

#BAHAHAHA #pokemon #pokemon smut #pkmn.drabble #smut #sad.chats #steven stone pokemon #steven stone #tw.smut #tw.anal #??#is that even the proper trigger warning??#LOL IDK #tw.IWANNASWALLOWHISBABIES

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absolutvirgin · 3 years

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❛𝐟𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐠𝐮𝐲𝐬❜

𝒇𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆𝒔— oikawa toru, ushijima wakatoshi, miya atsumu, suna rintaro, and matsukawa issei x f!reader

𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒎𝒆— haikyuu!!

𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒎— one-shot

𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆— nsfw

𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔— gangbang, toxic relationship, mentions of divorce, neglect, mean!toru, impact play, breeding, vaginal penetration, anal, double penetration, fellatio, rough sex, hints of infertility, dub-con, sorta somno?, degrading, use of housewife slut and whore, cervix kissing, humiliation, filming, nipple play, spit as lube, masturbation, use of cunny, creampie, unprotected sex, squirting.

𝒗𝒊𝒓𝒈𝒊𝒏 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒔 — part of the “toxic” collab with @iwasbunny ALSO I HAVENT FORGOT BOUT DAY 2 OF MY KINKTOBER IM JUST HAVING A HARD TIME 😭

𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 — 1.7k

it was true, you and toru had been attempting to get pregnant for almost a year now. you had stopped taking birth control, had sex extra during your high fertility days, even went to see doctors for assistance. nothing was working. toru was angered, and your relationship slowly became more toxic over time.

toru decided to take it into his own hands. he called everyone he knew. he only got two responses. matsukawa issei and ushijima wakatoshi. when toru explained the situation to his ex-rival, ushijima mentioned two other names. he had gotten their contacts at nationals in his second year of highschool. toru agreed, he was desperate, what else could he do?

he circled the day on his calendar. he encouraged the other men to book the day off of work. it was the day your most fertile day in your cycle. if you didn’t get pregnant after this, it was a lost cause.

at first, when you came home from running an errand to find five huge volleyball players in your living room- you almost lost your mind. toru quickly explained the situation. “since you’re a worthless little housewife who can’t seem to get pregnant, i thought they might help me fatten you up. you’re going to be a good little housewife and do what i say, isn’t that right?”

you were shocked, and to be honest a little humiliated. he had told these men about your private life, and then he had the nerve to talk to you like shit in front of them! but then, you began to think. you pictured being stuffed full in every hole while your husband fucked his dick into his hand. your thighs had pressed together at the though, eyes glazing over.

“what a cute little slut.” matsukawa commented, his eyes focused on your thighs.

you meekly nodded your head towards torus previous question. you followed them into the bedroom. everyone removed their clothes in silence, your nipples hardening from the cool air. toru made his way over to the chair in the corner of the room. your eyes widened realizing he was leaving you alone.

ushijima approached you first, his hand cupping your tits as his mouth engulfed yours. one hand held your jaw that was sure to leave bruises. his other hand made its way to your nipple, pinching and twisting it. suddenly the other men were also surrounding you. their hands slightly pumping their dicks as the shiratorizawa ex-captain manhandled you. suna rintaro, one of ushijimas contacts slipped behind you, his hand reaching under and finding your wet folds. “such a whore, all wet for five men.” you whined into ushijimas mouth.

“i want her first.” atsumu piped up, another one of ushijimas contacts and sunas ex-teammate. “gonna pump her full.” he snarled, sitting down on the bed. ushijima released you from his kiss, you were panting to gain your breath back. suna nudged you over to the bed. “ride my dick, slut.” you nodded quickly, rushing over to hop on his lap.

his dick wasn’t long, maybe 5 inches. but the girth on this man was unreal. you whimpered and whined as you slowly lowered yourself onto him. he wasn’t having it though. before you could react his hands were on your hips, and he pistoned into you. “holy shit, holy shiiiit.” your nails dug into his shoulder, eyes rolling into the back of your head. he felt amazing. while he was fucking your pussy so hard, fingers began to prod at your other hole. you tried to protest, but they wouldn’t listen.

groans echoed throughout the room as the others fucked their fists. matsukawa spat lazy on your ass, watching the spit travel down your crack. without warning he plunged three large fingers into your ass. you tightened around atsumu so nicely that it had him spilling his seed into your womb. he continued fucking it deep into you, and it wasn’t long until the warmth in your stomach spread and you began to tremble, calling for atsumu.

“such a dirty fucking slut, screaming another’s man name. and with no fucking shame.” toru hissed, as he too came from the sight of you creaming on miya-sans cock. matsukawa continued his assault on your asshole, now fucking with all four of his fingers.

“my turn.” ushijima spoke, sitting next to atsumu. matsukawa retracted his fingers and atsumu lifted you off his soft cock, placing you on ushijimas lap. the olive haired man slapped his erection on your ass and lower back, motioning for you to sit on it. but when you moved to allow him entrance, he surprised you with entering the backside instead. his dick was so long and girthy but the burn felt so good, you couldn’t help the loud cry that escaped your lips.

“i’m gonna fuck your cunny, and you’re gonna except all my seed, is that understood, whore?” matsukawa had leaned in, whispering in your ear. you nodded quickly.

“yes, sir.” you had seemed to forget how big matsukawa was. his dick was longer and wider than any you’d ever taken before. it stretched you out so full, and when he bottomed out his tip was uncomfortably pushed against your cervix. ushijima began to fuck into your ass, his cock rubbing against your pussy walls and matsukawas length. matsukawa began to thrust in sync, each thrust as painful as the next. tears streamed down your face, eyes clamped from the unbearable pain. “too big, can’t take it all.” you whined, receiving a slap across the face from atsumu. matsukawa smirked as he picked up his pace, hitting harder against your cervix earning louder cries of pain.

“shut her up!” toru barked from the back corner. in seconds your head had been tilted to the side and a long dick violated your last empty hole. suna fucked your mouth with force, gagging and gurgling noises emitting from you. you tried to breathe through your nose as your ass, cunt and mouth took three big dicks. it was all too much.

your eyes open and you realize suna has his phone pointed towards you. he’s been filming this all along, and you cum almost instantly at the humiliation, your moan sending pleasant vibrations through the boys cock. suna grabs the back of your head, forcing your nose to bury in his bush of pubic hair. he cums down your throat, cock twitching with each rope of hot cum he releases. “swallow.” he orders, removing his limp dick from your cavern. you glance up at him, looking at the camera lense and swallowing. you then stuck your tongue out, proving you had swallowed it all.

suna grins down at you. now that your mouth was unoccupied, your moans raised in volume and both ushijima and matsukawa continued to relentlessly pound into your two other holes. you began whining from the stimulation, it was almost too much.

it felt like forever until they both came. ushijima unloading in your ass first. it took a few more minutes until matsukawa came, pushing so deep into you you had passed out.

when you awoke, you felt numb. cum covered your chest, face and lower regions. outside the window it was dark and you were now on the floor. and the four men still surrounded you, suna now inside you. “toru, please.” you whined, reaching for your husband. “want you to fill me up.”

“am i not enough, whore?” suna growled, grabbing your chin and spitting in your face. in response, your walls clenched around him.

“even with four other cocks, you still want mine? guess i’ve trained my little housewife better than i thought.” toru stood from the chair, making his way towards you. “want my cock in your cum filled hole? such a greedy whore.” the brunette tsked. with a low, deep groan suna came inside you. your pussy was overflowing with a mixture of cum, and he was afraid if he pulled out, the seed would leak out. “don’t worry slut, i’ll fill you up just how you like it, let you be my own personal cumdump. how do ya like that?” you whined, nodding your head.

toru motioned for suna to move, the cum leaking out, travelling down your ass and forming a puddle on the floor. “i’ll show them how it’s done, hm?” you blabbered in response, squirming in anticipation. toru wasn’t huge. he was an average length and girth. but he knew how to fuck you so good. with his two fingers he attempted to stuff as much of the other men’s cum back inside your fluttering hole. then, he slammed into you. he lifted your leg over his shoulder so he could find the best angle. even with how numb you had been, toru was hitting such a good spot that the pleasure was incomparable to anything else you had felt that night. tears began streaming down your face once again, hiccups and mewls leaving your lips. your hands attempted to grasp onto your husband but he just kept hitting your hands away. “you’re so much prettier when you shut the hell up.” he snarled. “look how disgusting you are.” his eyes darkened, his face forming an expression of disgust. “but you love it, don’t you?” he chuckled darkly, slowing his fact paced thrusts in order to fuck you harder.

“if you’re not pregnant after this, i’m fucking leaving you.” toru spat, hand reaching down to pinch your clit. pleasure wracked through your body in a warm wave, entire body tensing and shivering with your release.

“cum- ‘m cumming. cumminggggg!” you don’t have time, or the mind to tell him something is wrong. something is different. clear liquid gushes out, all over your husband. around the room, the other men cum with a groan from the sight. toru adds his seed to your collection.

“pass me a plug.” matsukawa is quick to hand him one. “you’re gonna keep this in until i return, alright?” you close your eyes, tiredly nodding.

“yes, sir.” you can hear toru stand up, the sounds of clothes rustling and belts buckling. then you hear the sound of the bedroom door opening and closing. they had left you all alone, dumb off of dick on the cold, bedroom floor, pussy full of their sperm.

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readerinsertz · 2 years

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They Couldn’t Wait | Oikawa x Reader X Iwaizumi

Rating: Explicit, MDNI, 18+

Genre: Poly Relationship

Word Count: 4.K

Warnings: 18+ Content MDNI, afab!reader, mostly gn!reader though ‘domme’ is used to refer to reader twice, mixed!reader, poly relationship, Dom!Iwa, Switch!Oikawa, Sub!Reader, Top!Iwa, Bottom!Oikawa, Bottomish!Reader, F x M x M, light BDSM, Anal sex (male receiving), come eating, oral sex (female receiving) handjob, praise kink (male receiving), size kink, vaginal fingering, creampie (male and female receiving), riding, poly, cunnilingus, nipple play (female receiving), scratching (males receiving), hair pulling (male receiving)

You walk into your shared apartment, a sigh of relief escaping your lips at finally being home. Your lectures had been long and work had been tiring. All you want is to watch a, preferably Disney, film; snuggle with your boyfriends and have some food. Speaking of boyfriends, you scan the small flat you three rented, hand on the wall to keep balance as you toe off your shoes. You don't see either Iwaizumi or Oikawa and you pout a little. Once your shoes are neatly on the shoe rack, you head over to the kitchen to pour a drink but you freeze as you pass the sofa, your ears picking up a faint noise. You abruptly change course and march to your bedroom. The closer you get, the louder the moans become and you have more than a faint idea what's happening behind the closed door. The doorknob is cold as your hand wraps around it, wrist rotating to open the door and peek into the room.

Sure enough, both of your boyfriends are naked on the bed. Oikawa is on his back, both arms above his head, held there by one of Iwaizumi's. The setter's back is arched and his head is tipped back onto the mattress in pleasure, mouth open to let out another moan as Iwaizumi thrusts deep inside of him. You can just about make out the tear tracks along his cheeks. The smaller male is leaning over him his other hand gripping Oikawa's left hip tight. It slides down to cup one of the two muscular thighs that are wrapped around his waist, pulling it higher so he can watch his hard dick disappear into Oikawa's hole.

"Huh, seemed you couldn't wait for me." You alert them to your presence, leaning on the doorframe as you watch Iwaizumi fuck Oikawa. The setter jumps at your voice, head turning so he can speak to you. A high keen falls out of his plump lips instead as the man on top directly hits his prostate. Iwaizumi grins at you and you're fairly certain he had known you were there.

"(N-Name)-chan," Oikawa pants, words slurring as Iwaziumi continues to pound into him. The sight of his blissed-out face is enough to make you bite your lip, your pants beginning to get damp. Your eyes rake over his chest, seeing the multiple love bites and hickeys that your lover had left on him.

"You joining us or not?" Iwaizumi asks, like he isn't also fucking the daylights out of Oikawa. The setter whines as Iwaizumi slows down. The man tuts and rolls his green eyes. "So needy," he tells the male underneath him before his eyes turn to you. You've pushed off the doorframe and are making your way over to the hot males. He smirks, eyes roving up and down your body and tells you in a husky voice, "strip."

You tear your clothes off as quickly as possible, not trying to make it in any way sexy. The small flame of arousal that had been ignited at the sight of them had grown into an overwhelming need to have something in you. Once on the bed, Iwaziumi lets go of Oikawa's arms so he could grip both of his hips instead; you throw a leg over Oikawa's waist so you're straddling him. The setter looks up at you with tears in his gorgeous brown eyes and whimpers at the sight of you. You send him a soft smile and leans down, your hair falling around the two of you in a curtain. You're quick to press a kiss on his lips. They've swollen from him biting them to keep the noises in. Both of your hands slide up his chest to cup his jaw as you kiss him. Oikawa's mouth opens almost immediately and your tongue slips into his mouth. The kiss soon becomes sloppy and you hear Iwaizumi groan from behind you at the sounds of your open-mouthed kiss. He's shallowly thrusting into Oikawa, wanting to partly tease the man and also watch you two make out. It wasn't a well-kept secret he loved watching you two do anything from kiss to fuck.

You pull away, nipping Oikawa's bottom lip and then trail your lips down his neck. The right side has fewer marks on it and you proceed to gently bite the skin, tongue soothing the skin after each one. Your hands softly move down- you smile when you hear Oikawa giggle at the ticklish feeling- your left hand resting on his front so that your fingertips just skim his collarbone whilst the right pinches his nipple. Oikawa bucks into the touch, a low whine coming from his lips. You raise your head from sucking a hickey into the column of his neck and notice that his hands haven't moved from where Iwaizumi must have placed them earlier. Long fingers curl into the mattress cover, the duvet having been kicked down to the bottom of the bed before you arrived.

"You can touch me, Tooru," you whisper. Before the permission completely leaves your lips, his hands snap down to clench into your hips, long fingers digging into the fleshy tops of your buttcheeks. You moan at how large his hands are and over the fact that there will most likely be bruises there tomorrow. You feel Iwaizumi press his chest against your back and you almost groan, loving the feel of his muscles against your golden skin as

Iwaizumi pulls you into an aggressive kiss, his mouth claiming yours easily. All you can do is whine, your right hand reaching out to snag the hair at the back of his head and press him closer to you as you let him dominate the kiss. He pulls off, eyes scanning your neck for a second before his head descends and he places a harsh bite on his chosen spot. He presses a quick kiss on it and then moves to add another mark.

Oikawa writhes under your thighs, wanting one of you to give him something. Iwaizumi hasn't stopped his small thrusts but it is not enough to give him much pleasure nor are your bites and he can feel himself slowly drifting away from the edge that the other male had brought him to. The setter's eyes are glossy, lips open and panting as he bucks up. Your fingers glide down his abs to his waist, your fingernails scratching him a little. Oikawa jerks at the pleasurable pain and you wear a smirk as you watch ten red lines appear on his flesh; your smirk falls though when the male behind you trails his hand up your side to cup your breast. He squeezes it and you let your head fall back onto his broad shoulder, eyes falling closed as he pinches your nipple.

"(N-Name)... Ha-Hajime... Please," Oikawa whines. You turn your head to Iwaizumi, breath hitching as his teeth lightly nip at the area where your neck joins your shoulder.

"What do you think? Should we let him cum?" You ask Iwaizumi, voice dropping into a purr. The man hums into your skin and you would smile at the ticklish sensation but your attention is drawn to Oikawa who is rutting up, the tip of his dick rubbing against the curve of your butt. Your right hand falls from the back of Iwaizumi's head to just above Oikawa's hip to help you balance whilst your left hand drops behind you to take his erection in your hand. Your thumb smears the bead of pre-come that leaks out of his slit and you begin to jerk him off. Oikawa keens at the pleasure but it's cut off when the muscular man behind you wraps his larger hand over yours and stills your movement.

"(Name), please. Please. Just.. gah," Oikawa begs. A small bottle is placed into your hand and you glance over your shoulder to see that it's lube. Your eyes flick to Iwaizumi and he grins encouragingly at you. You shuffle a bit, hushing Oikawa who's lost the ability to speak coherently now, and rise a little. One finger flicks the bottle open and you manage to a bit clumsily drizzle it onto your first three fingers. A huff escapes your mouth as Iwaizumi drops the hand that had been squeezing your breast so that he can hold onto both of Oikawa's hips. It's through your knees, that bracket Oikawa's sides, that you feel Iwaizumi begin to fuck Oikawa again as the body beneath you moves at the force behind each thrust. A lubed finger slides easily into your pussy. You're aroused enough that there's no resistance for the first two fingers but there's a slight burn when you slip the third finger in. Normally it's you in Oikawa's place so your thinner, smaller fingers don't give you the same stretch or pleasure as the two volleyball players manage without fail to give you. You know from experience you need some prep before you take either one's dick and this is especially true now since you haven't had much foreplay but you're too impatient to wait much longer. Oikawa's not the only one who likes his sex with a slice of pain.

Iwaizumi is quick to grab your hip to still you as you raise to kneel, about to sink down on Oikawa and bury him to the hilt in your pussy. Both you and Oikawa groan at him. He glares at you and you shut up. The man lets go and grabs the lube, pouring a generous amount over Oikawa's dick. The man bucks into his fist as Iwaizumi makes sure he is slick enough for you and to reprimand him, the spiker squeezes the base of his cock. It has a grumble tumbling out of the pretty male's lips but he settles down. You discreetly roll your eyes at Iwaizumi's actions, not wanting him to see and punish you; he was always the responsible one during sex. Thankfully he doesn't stop you when you hold Oikawa's cock and guide it into you. Your breath leaves in a drawn-out sigh as you lower yourself until you're resting on Oikawa's lap. His hands squeeze your hips again but he doesn't take control and bounce you up and down on his cock as he'd usually do.

It doesn't take too long before you and Iwaizumi find a pace that works, him thrusting in every time you raise. Judging by the way Oikawa's gasps and mewls increase in frequency, it is a good rhythm. His eyes are half closed like he's not sure if he wants to close them fully and revel in the pleasure he's finally being given or keep them open to watch you pleasure yourself on his cock. To him, you look like a Goddess, each breath coming out in a short pant; your tanned breasts bouncing and sweat dripping down your body. His fingers clutch at your hips and he jerks up, seeking

Placing more weight on your left palm, the fingers of your right hand curl into his hair and push him forcefully into your cunt. The pleased moan he gives sends vibrations along your wet lips and you tug him up by the hair so he concentrates on your clit. His expert tongue soon has you moaning loudly, alternating from rapidly flicking your clit to slowly circling it, all the while the two long fingers in you continue to thrust and curl, massaging your g spot and sending bursts of pleasure through your body. Slightly precariously, you shove your second hand into his hair and try and pull him even closer to you. His mouth encloses your clit and sucks simultaneously sliding a third finger into your cunt. You moan in delight at the stretch and begin to move your hips, feeling yourself beginning to peak. Oikawa renews his efforts at sloppily eating you out. His tongue paired with his fingers are a gift like no other and, with the combined clit and g spot stimulation, you orgasm with a wail.

Oikawa doesn't stop his tongue from flicking your clit and while his fingers remain buried in you, they don't move. Your pelvis spasms at the aftershocks of your orgasm, made even stronger from the small break you had had after Oikawa came. He slurps up all your juices and it's only when the pleasure dips too much into being painful that you finally pull him up from between your thighs. He darts up and places his lips against yours. Your head tilts instinctively as you lick his lips, not caring that his lips are shiny from your fluids. Your hands wrap around his shoulders as your tongue meets with his in his mouth. You pull him closer wanting to taste the combined flavours of you and him. The taste lingers only slightly but it's enough to have you moan.

"Alright, you two." You pull away from Oikawa as Iwaizumi finally make his way back to you. He has at least two, perhaps three, wet clothes in his hand. You're unable to reach out and grab one as Oikawa takes that time to bury his face into your chest. Automatically you wrap your arms around his head, dragging your nails along his scalp and coo down at him. His arms loop around your waist, back arched in order to lay on his legs with his face in your chest. To save him from the back pain he will undoubtedly have if he continued to stay in that position, you roll over, managing to take him with you. Once on your sides, he snuggles into you more, moving down a little so he can press his head against your stomach. Whenever he comes down from subspace, Oikawa preferred the softness of a female over the hard body of Iwaizumi. Your hands never stop carding through his hair as you try your hardest to comfort him and make him feel safe. Iwaizumi kneels on the bed and begins to clean Oikawa. He looks up at you but you shake your head, not wanting Oikawa to feel trapped if Iwaizumi decided to lean over him to clean you.

You stay like that for a while, Iwaizumi sitting behind Oikawa whilst he curls up to you. You know when he begins to resurface as he flops back up to rest his head on your chest. His eyes stay close as he peacefully breathes. It's when his fingers begin to trail up and down your back, getting dangerously close to the beginning of your butt, that you know he's out of his submissive headspace. You pull back but his arms lock, preventing you from leaving. You sigh and give up, looking up to Iwaizumi instead.

"So, what happened to him?" You ask, a curl of anger clinging to your voice. You can be extremely protective of Oikawa, especially when he goes into his subspace as it is when he feels the most vulnerable. Having dated the male for such a long time, you know he tends to fall into the need to be absolutely wrecked when he begins to doubt his skills. It normally happens when someone insults him and his insecurities boil over. It's something that you try your hardest not to happen. You love Oikawa and don't want him to feel insecure at all.

"Nothing," Iwaizumi tells you fondly, look down at Oikawa with a rare smile. "He just needed to let off some pent-up steam."

"You'd make a good domme, (Name)-chan," Oikawa tells you, looking up from where his head rested. You pull a face at that, which has both males laughing.

"I'd rather walk a mile on lego than be a domme," you confess. The only reason you had been able to do what you had done with Oikawa was because you had known what he would have wanted, having often been in his place. Oikawa chuckles, burying his face into your breast as a yawn overtakes him. Iwaizumi takes it as a sign that he's finished coming down and crawls so he can drape his body along Oikawa's. The brunet whines as his childhood friend pulls him up the bed with his strong arms (it has both of you swooning) so he no longer has his head in your chest. You wiggle closer to the two, arm draping across Oikawa's side to rest on Iwazumi's side.

"Y'know, we should shower first," Oikawa te

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nanami-luvr · 3 years

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𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒

pairing: sugar daddy!gojo x f!reader

warnings: anal, use of sex toy (anal plug), spanking (once), no prep, manhandling, car sex, squirting, gojo is a sweetheat towards the end :)

sypnosis: acting up always has it's negative outcomes, and daddy makes sure it's his duty to remind you to behave.

༄ ‧₊˚ KINKTOBER M.LIST

There’s always going to be consequences to your actions. That’s what daddy says. He tells you to follow the rules because good girls always get what they want. Up until now, you’ve only ever listened to him. You had never once gone against him or spoken back, something Satoru deeply appreciates.

Yet lately, you don’t see the point in listening to anything he has to say. Why should you? He hasn’t been giving you much of his attention, and even if he did, it was only when you were giving him attitude. Other than that, he hasn’t had the time to bring you for a shopping spree or take you to a fancy dinner.

That’s how you ended up in this situation and position, bent over Satoru’s lap in the backseat of his luxury car with your handful of shopping bags strewn all over the passenger seat. You know it’s not your fault for acting out. If it weren’t for the fact that he had been ignoring you for the past few weeks, you wouldn’t have thrown a tantrum.

The coldness of the atmosphere between you and him pricks your skin. You feel on edge, and your heart feels like it’s going to jump out of your chest. Your skirt is dangling on your ankles with your ass on display, all for your daddy to see.

“This little thing right here,” Satoru pulls on the thin piece of white lace between your buttocks before harshly releasing it, causing it to slap against your skin, “I’m the one who bought this for you.”

You whimper from the sting, clenching your fist to endure the pain. It wasn’t supposed to be like this. All you wanted from today was to be able to spend time with him and spend his money. Yet throughout your entire shopping spree, he was acting cold and distant towards you, something you didn’t appreciate.

Satoru rips off your thong, revealing the base of a pretty white plug, which was plugged snugly inside you. His slender fingers reach out to pull it out of you, but was met with difficulty from how hard you were clamping down on it. It felt too good for you to let go, especially with the way he playfully thrusted it back in after slightly removing from inside you.

“Fuck. Spread your ass for me.” You reluctantly reach out behind you, cheeks heating up from how embarrassed you feel. The stretch of the tight muscle while he’s pulling out causes you to wince, especially since you’ve had it in you for almost an entire day. You hear him click his tongue, a sign that he’s displeased with you.

“Daddy… I’m sorry! Just- please! I promise I won’t do it anymore!” Satoru doesn’t say anything. Instead, you feel his strong hands tug you upwards, forcing you to lean on the back of the driver’s seat with your ass sticking out towards him.

You’ve never heard him this quiet. The only time you ever did was during a meeting with his shareholders, and one of them had commented on how you would have looked better in his arms, and not your daddy’s. Ever since then, you’ve never seen the man step foot into the office.

“You’re gonna take daddy’s cock like a good girl, okay? Don’t wanna act up again now, do you?” Heavy pants fill the car while you wait impatiently for him to undo his zipper and pull his pants down. Fingernails dig into the expensive leather as anxiousness creeps in on you, wondering if you’ve truly made him mad this time. His slender fingers run up your thighs and onto your ass, kneading it as his free hand strokes his cock. He wants it just as bad as you do, maybe even more.

Yet somehow, he has to remind you that you can’t get away with anything.

All of a sudden, you hear the sound of a slap, immediately feeling a sudden stinging sensation on your ass seconds after. Before you’re even able to process what has happened, he forces your hips down onto his cock without warning, making your body jolt in pain.

You’re muttering it hurts, it hurts, it hurts! and in the blink of an eye, Satoru has your back to his chest as he rubs your puffy clit. He stays still for a while, the only movement being his lithe fingers circling your clit while whispering that it’s okay and daddy’s got you. Tears well in the corner of your eyes at the sudden stretch of your taut muscle, body shaking because of the overwhelming pain and pleasure you’re feeling.

“Don’t worry angel face. It’s gonna get better soon, yeah?” You’re babbling incomprehensible words at this point, the feeling of your daddy’s cock fills you up in the best way possible while his nimble fingers on your sensitive bundle of nerves bring you closer and closer to your high. Satoru begins to bounce you up and down his cock slowly as he waits for you to adjust, admiring how beautiful you look on top of him, all fucked out with tears staining your cheeks.

“Promise me you’re not gonna misbehave anymore. You know what will happen if you do, isn’t that right?” His words are breathy as he starts thrusting into you at a brutal pace while he continues his ministrations on your clit. It’s overwhelming and it’s too much for you to hold in, but the thought of disappointing him again snaps you out of your blur.

“Go ahead baby. Let it all go. Want my princess to feel good too.” It’s the last thing you hear before you’re crying out for him as your cum sprays all over the back of his seat. Your body falls limp afterwards, head resting against his shoulder, hardly listening as he moans your name and shoots his load inside your hole.

The both of you sit in silence, heavy breaths echoing in the car. You feel guilty for pushing it this far, and yet you can’t help but feel satisfied with what occurred a few minutes ago. A smile spreads on your face when you notice how Satoru has been keeping his eyes on you, not even bothering to look away when a blush creeps on his face.

“I’m sor-” He presses a gentle kiss onto your lips, cutting you off before you’re able to continue your sentence. It’s warm and loving, making you remember you fell for him in the first place.

“Just promise me you won’t do it ever again.” Satoru pulls away from you with hopeful eyes, immediately lighting up with gleam as you return his kiss.

Perhaps reaping what you sow isn’t so bad after all.

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nkogneatho · 9 months

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anal with toji but you just fart and his dick vibrates💃🏽

#tw.anal #tw.disgusting #pasi.txt

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manjiroscum · 2 years

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BAD APPLE

Character/s: sea serpent god!Hajime Kokonoi

Warnings: f!reader, explicit sex, mature language, monsterfucking, koko has two dicks in his half-human form, koko shape shifts a lot + he also has a forked tongue, reader almost drowned twice, breeding, strange marriage/mating rituals, creampie, tummy bulging, double penetration, oviposition, anal penetration, and use of pet names. Minors do not interact.

Note: thank u to @thicksimpx for entertaining this thought of mine 💚

Synopsis: The sea serpent god entertaining the silly whims of a mortal was not something historians would write about.

WC: 4.9k

Blood money. There was no other motivation you could come up with for the bastard who pushed you off your family’s yacht as a storm brewed up on the horizon after wounding you with a knife to the gut. Fatal it is to be in frigid harsh waters in the middle of the night while your stomach bled for the sharks to mark you as their next poor soul to feast upon. But contrary to anyone’s belief of you being oblivious to such circumstances, your family’s immense wealth was a subject of everyone’s envy back home. Unaware of the horrendous deeds committed by your father to achieve such a feat. Having known that, you were expecting someone to jump you while your guard was at its lowest, especially when you came out here to forget and clear your head after the recent attacks on your ailing father. Bless his poor soul but damning it suited far better for it was his rash actions that led you here, drowning in the ocean seeking anything to cling your hands on to stay afloat.

Damn him for remarrying an evil bitch that loved his possessions and money more than saving his soul from the eternal fires of hell. Damn him for naming you the sole heir to all his fortunes, making you a target of jealous green eyes. Damn him for becoming a mafia leader than listening to your mother’s warnings of such a life.

Fuck the ocean for opening the gates to everlasting damnation where you were sure to go, losing the will to live as rain and saltwater assaulted your lungs. Nails dug into air and water as your body slowly made its descent. It was horrifying, figure thrashing around while your lungs continued to struggle for oxygen and blood leaving your system faster than a sinking ship. Cold, it was fucking cold but you didn’t have the strength to even hug yourself in a pathetic move to keep the warmth in your flesh. Thoughts of death and the faces of your loved ones flashed before your eyes like a cliche film, except it was your life, not a character in the movie you either hate or love. Acceptance—you had a hard time accepting that the bubbles escaping your mouth were remnants of the last breath you took. Soul begging for this all to be just another dream you could wake up from and laugh about to your friends.

Yet, it wasn’t—this was as real as it can get.

Golden irises that were about the size of the yacht stared at your helpless body from below. Tonight should have been an ordinary night for the serpent god of the seas, swimming and catching prey to alleviate his hunger. In fact, he should be retreating back to his home to avoid those submarines that often came by. Yet, he was curious. Humans swimming freely in the ocean at night, let alone in a storm, was a rare occurrence. Who would be stupid to do that? But when his eyes were quite sure it was indeed a powerless mortal about to die in his waters and not mere waste, his claws moved faster than he liked. This wasn’t him at all, hurrying back to his cave to breathe life back into a feeble mortal’s body. To care for the same beings who continued to pollute and cause disturbances in his territory was stupid, even for Hajime.

And yet, the exact eyes that watched annoying divers and mechanical objects with contempt were the same ones that softened in relief once color started returning to your lips. Chest rising and falling, oxygen making itself at home in your lungs once more. The wound on your abdomen closed up completely, leaving only traces of blood on the ground and on your clothes. The realization he brought you to his cave filled with the achievements of his conquests from thousands of years ago, ones the bothersome humans were searching high and low for, had the sea serpent god frown in deep thought. He wondered how on earth could he return you back to your kind immediately.

He then shifted to his smaller form. The sea serpent god emerged from the water to slither towards your still unconscious form. Water dripped from his silver locks and down to his sharp nails that reached out to push back the hairs that stuck to your face. Gaze lingering on your facial features, particularly the curves of your lips, Hajime couldn’t help but think that you’re too beautiful to be a mere human. Index finger grazing your lower lip, he felt his whole body freeze when you stirred. Still, you didn’t flutter your eyes open to which he was grateful. Those who have seen his real form or even just the one where his lower body is a huge tail instead of the legs most humans are accustomed to seeing were far too afraid to utter a word. He won’t be surprised if you acted the same way.

Him keeping you here was out of the question, but he couldn’t just bring you back up to the surface where the storm was raging—you’ll just die even after he took all the trouble in keeping you from meeting your final end. He can’t have that. Surely, he could get you back to the surface after the storm has subsided and before you wake up to see him… Hajime must make sure of it.

However, even for a god such as he, time was one he had no power over. And just like time, he was often tempted by his carnal desires, powerless to its whims. Enticed to veer from the path and choices he religiously followed in order to live in a world amongst humans. He figured he had gotten rid of such a need long ago after his choice to never interact with humans. And yet, he found himself following that temptation instead—the evidence of it was your presence in his cave despite days having passed since you were tossed onto the sea. By the gods, did you have to be such an adorable pretty thing?

“Haji, could I try this on?”

Whether it’s a curse or a blessing, Hajime knew he always had a good eye for character or seeing the worth of an object like how he knew the diamond necklace you were holding up would be more than enough to feed a whole town back in the land from which you came from. You knew this, too. However, he will never admit out loud that the sweet smile you flashed him, on the other hand, outweighed every gold’s worth.

“There’s no need to ask.”

Never had he phantom that you would still be down here, with him, talking to a god as if he were just a friend. Weeks ago, you were close to drowning once more in order to escape, but now… it was such a huge contrast to the first meeting that he sometimes found himself gazing at you in disbelief whenever you weren’t looking. Snake eyes followed your figure as you made yourself at home in his abode.

Because who in their right mind would prefer the company of a monster over their own?

But he had to give himself credit somehow for letting such a strange friendship bloom in the depths of the ocean. After all, you weren’t as cordial back then. It was foolish of him to entertain the thought you’d react somewhat differently to who he was once you realize he saved you. Whenever he thought back on it had the sea serpent god shaking his head.

Alive. You were definitely alive. Coughing the leftover seawater out of your throat, you gradually felt your pounding heart revert back to its normal pace. Body sitting up, the first thing you did other than check your non-existent wound was how on earth you got to this cave? Weren’t you just feeling the clutches of death biting down on your soul, ready to cart you off to the afterlife? How did you live? And if you were to go back home, is there even a way out of here? These questions continued to run through your mind as you stood up, glancing at every sound that echoed in the huge cave from the water dripping down stalactites to fish moving in the water that surrounded what seemed to be a small island you were now standing on. To your right was a passage, one you couldn’t figure out whether it was going up or down. It was too dark to tell. Bioluminescent planktons illuminated the surface of the water but were not bright enough to shed light on what was lurking below the water which seemed to be a hundred meters deep. Perhaps even deeper than that.

“Fuck, am I gonna swim out?” Mumbling to yourself, you circled the island to find any part where you could step on shallow water yet found none. A splashing noise caught your ear, head whipping to where it was. All that greeted you was the movement of water, no sign of whatever made it. Hairs on the back of your neck stood, legs taking you further to the side in a retreat. There was no way you could’ve gotten to this place all alone, that’s for sure. Whatever made that sound, it was still here. And whatever it was, it wasn't human. “Shit. W-who…?”

Hajime was sure you would faint the moment his torso made an appearance, keeping his lower scaly half in the water as he raised a brow at your stunned state. Silence was shared between you two until you took another step back, lifting a finger at him.

“Y-you, how did you get here” Eyes wide, your whole form was shaking under the weight of his curious stare. “What are you? Why have you brought m-me here?”

“I supposed I don’t have to explain much, huh?” The sea serpent god puffed out a breath of air at the way you flinched at the sound of his voice echoing in the cave as if he already dealt damage to your being when he barely moved a muscle. But he supposed your fears were justified. Mortals are afraid of the unknown, minds too little to grasp and comprehend it. It was up to him to educate you, that if you did no wrong towards him, you had nothing to fear at all.

“What?”

“It’s better to show than tell.”

Hajime should have been more sensitive, revealing the entirety of him—from his scaly emerald tail slithering towards you to the way his enthralling eyes reminded you of a serpent stalking its prey out of those animal documentaries you often found yourself binging in order to sleep, except this time you were experiencing it in real time. Everything about him was intimidating, dangerous, and one who’d easily kill you by a flick of his finger. He was quite massive, towering over your tiny stature. The shuddering gasp you exhaled wasn’t merely a fraction of the terror swimming in your gut at the close proximity of the huge sea serpent god who was over nine feet tall. And yet, your legs moved faster than your brain could comprehend. You bolt to the waters instead of the winding passage towards even further darkness that you can’t gamble your life with unless you wanted to be cornered. You risked swimming in the salty water that resembled a void, all to escape the strange beast.

Lungs and muscles burning, it was no surprise you eventually tire yourself in swimming further below the depths. Stubbornness and fear were your friends in this endeavor, the rational part of your mind screaming at you to go back—to find another way out or beg the creature for your release than to swim and drown. But it was too late to back out now. You were quite sure death was going to claim you as the last breath of air betrayed you and surfaced to the top in bubbles. Left to the swirling thoughts of dread until you felt something coil around your body, steadily bringing you up. It was when you were able to breathe oxygen freely again that you came to the truth the sea serpent god has saved you from a watery grave—again.

You didn’t even thank him yet.

“Foolish human. Do you badly want to die?” he groaned, shaking his head at the way you were shivering. Attempts to warm yourself by hugging your own. Truly, it was a pathetic sight, and yet, Hajime couldn’t stop the way his icy heart that he deducted to have stopped beating for years throbbed at the way you stared at him with glassy doe eyes. Did you know how disarming you were right now? “If you want to live, you should obey my rules for this is my territory. Am I understood?”

The melodic tone of your voice calling out his name snapped Hajime out of his trip down memory lane, pupils focusing on your concerned expression that morphed into one filled with glee when he moved to grab the necklace and put it around your neck himself. Snake eyes gazing at the diamond glinting under the fire’s warm flickering light. The image of you lying next to all his treasures was enough to render him speechless. Because you looked good, far too exquisite next to all his valuables as if you made yourself at home. Maybe if you wore nothing but that diamond necklace or any of his other gold and gems, rid of any ties to the human world, Hajime would be convinced of that.

Hauntingly beautiful in the things he owns—to be his for good.

He shouldn’t let such a treacherous impulse cloud his judgments, especially since you were human no matter how much he wanted to flip the world upside down to twist that truth. Mortals were far too fragile to linger forever like he does, having known this fact and suffering the aftermath of losing to it one time. Plus, you weren’t exactly here by choice, but by circumstance. Supposed you had the option to leave immediately as you came, Hajime would have observed from afar as you reunite with your kind.

“So… you’ve been here for… what? A thousand years?”

“Yes, human,” Hajime answered while picking up what were remnants of a coconut tree’s trunk. He found these floating above, especially after a storm. It was luck giving you a favor. Never did he have the need to make fire, preferring the coolness of the cave. Since you were here, he made it his mission to collect the damp wood and wait for it to dry up so you could warm yourself or cook the fish he brought. “I’ve been here for years—a testimony of my godly powers.”

“That’s awesome.”

But curse his heart for beating far too loudly at the soft touch of your hand against his bare forearms or chest, sometimes by accident, but often times not. You were quite fond of skinship, that he could tell. Initiating cuddles or wanting to alleviate your flesh from how warm his cave could sometimes get by lounging on his huge tail. The thick scales never bother you, despite how they rubbed against your smooth skin whenever you requested him to coil around you. Or the way you try and persuade him to accompany you to the other cavern where he stores away his treasure, disguising your intentions to talk to him more by asking when and where he got the certain artifact or gem. He’ll never forget how you asked to see and feel his fangs if they were as sharp as the legends would say. Even requesting to see his true form which he turned down because there was no way he’d fit and wreck his home in the process. In a span of seven days, Hajime knew you and learned your quirks, aided by his endless knowledge and sharp eyes.

He knew this wasn’t right—having you stay by his side. It won’t be long before you grew more attached, enough not to leave. Hajime can’t have that.

You didn’t belong here.

The sea serpent god broke this news to you the next day after watching you play with the water, legs dipping into it. It broke the serene expression you had into one of confusion and hurt that you failed to mask.

“Tomorrow, you’re going back to the surface.”

“D-did I do something wrong?”

He shouldn’t feel awful for doing this, but he supposed a god can feel this way when the very thing that has brought more happiness to him is about to slip past his fingers of his own volition.

But this was for the best.

“No. That is what should’ve happened the moment the storm passed.”

Hajime foreseeing you straddling him after eating the last dinner you two would share, however, was something he never saw coming. To see the future was a gift he had never tapped into since then. He wished he did now. Taken aback by your bold move when you were casually lying next to his tail as you did on any other night, humming to yourself while he watched the flames of the fire dance, waiting for it to die out. Normally, you would have fallen asleep by then—not doing… this.

“What are you doing?”

Lips parting, the rehearsed statement you had in your arsenal since he announced your ascent back to the world above was completely useless. Eyes observed the way his brows pinched then arch when you failed to answer his inquiry. Honestly, what were you doing? You should be minding your own business and catch sleep rather than trying to feel less lonely. Cheeks hot in embarrassment, you made a move to get down but his hand held you in place. Palm big enough to cover your face whole cupped your cheek, forcing you to gaze back at him.

“Well?” he prodded further, refusing to let you go until you said what was in your mind. This was the least he could do before you leave. You were really leaving tomorrow, huh… Hajime didn’t want you to. He wishes he could tell you that, selfishly having you remain. Still, someone had to be realistic. He can’t keep you down here forever.

“Haji, I don’t want to leave. I want to stay here… with you.”

It has been a month. You have been counting the days since you fell into the sea and were rescued by him. And since then, you were getting along better with Hajime than any other human whom you have encountered in your whole life. Frankly, no human was as good to you as the sea serpent god has treated you despite the short time you’ve spent together. Your father was hardly present nor did he ever stop to think whether his second wife was kind to you or not. There wasn’t anything worth coming back to up there. For all you know, you were probably pronounced dead. To go back would be like entering hell once more. The cave may be a far cry from the luxury you were used to back in land but it was more of a haven than any penthouse or fancy hotel the humans could offer.

Hajime frowned then sighed at your words.

“No—”

“Please!” Lower lip quivering, your hands came up to squeeze his shoulders. You hope to convey how serious you are about your decision. “Haji, I’ve told you back then that someone was tasked to murder me, leading me to meet you that faithful day. It may not have been a pleasant first meeting, but I can assure you, I don’t give a fuck about whatever reason you conjured up in your mind that leads you to believe I’m better up there than here with you. You going back would just lead to more horrific scenarios to befall me.” Hearing no response from the god, you continued. “I like you and I know you feel the same way. Don’t lie to me. You would’ve killed me or left me to die if you truly wanted to. You did say you hate humans, but you’ve been nothing but kind. Far kinder than any fuckin’ human I’ve ever met, I’ll tell you that. Please, just let me stay here.”

“[Y/N]... You might be mistaking the way you feel for love,” Hajime muttered, gaze dropping to avoid your intense stare that urged him to give in. “Humans and I… we’ve never got along. But I’m not that heartless to have you stuck down here—”

“Hajime…” The sea serpent god glanced up to meet your teary gaze, his dark irises reflected the swirling of the flames’ golden hues. You fought back a sob as the tears started to drip down your cheeks. Heart aching at how he easily deduced your true feelings as something born out of loneliness. Maybe it was forged from that, but you knew deep down you did like the sea serpent god. Enough not to go back to where you belonged. Palms cupping his face, you leaned close, inches away from meeting his lips. Lips whispering in such a haunting tone that the god figured you were definitely temptation reincarnated in the flesh, out to alter his principles. “Do you really not feel anything for me? At all? If you do, kiss me… And if you don’t, I’ll go back. Do you… want me to go?”

Whether he should laugh at the foolish humans who wronged you or curse their names for inflicting unseen wounds on your heart, Hajime realized that no matter what he chooses, it was due to them that he met you—akin to a desert rose in this barren oasis.

For that, he was grateful.

Forbidden. That was what you tasted like the moment Hajime kissed you, forked tongue exploring every nook and cranny of your mouth. At any other time, he should be playing the role of the devil—seducing you to remain in this place for his own greediness to have you all for himself. But Hajime was the poor soul ensnared by your bewitching charms, falling into the hands of a temptress such as you, to break his own vows in order to protect not only you but himself as well.

A god enchanted by a mere mortal.

“Haji—ah, I love you. I really, really do.”

Mouth moaning against the shell of his ear, your hips moved on their own, rubbing your clothed sex against him. His sharp nails dug into the plush of your thighs, fighting back the urge to just have his way with you. But maybe that’s what you wanted, removing the dress you wore that night—the last thread of connection you had with the human world. The sea serpent was sure he could die out of joy right here, right now. To bask in the image of your beautiful curves and tits that bounced with every hump and grind. Naked and pliant, all for him.

“My jewel, hold on,” Hajime groaned, pressing a hot kiss against your neck where your pulse was before halting you. A bit dazed, drunk on lust, you met his lips once more then giggled softly at the god muttering how impatient you are. He held your head, the tone of his voice was solemn once he spoke. “Before I claim you as mine, are you sure about this? About… staying here?”

You nodded, quite sure.

Hajime couldn't help but smile softly at the lack of hesitation.

“I’m going to mark you now. You can’t back away anymore. Betraying me would be equal to death and the same shall be my fate if I were to… And from then on, you won’t wear or possess anything that isn’t mine. The clothing you shall wear down to the food you eat, everything shall come from me and only me. None from the humans who have forsaken you. No one shall ever harm or speak ill of you again. Having heard this, would you still let me have you?”

“I’m gonna be… your mate?” The teasing hum and grin caused the god’s eyes to widen for a moment which then soften as he let out a soft laugh at your words, running his fingers through the silver strands of his hair and grazing the shaved part. Taking your hand into his, Hajime pressed his lips against the knuckles. Heart fluttering at the affection.

“Wife, my jewel. You’ll be my wife.” His lips pecked at yours before he went on. “After I claim you as mine, I’ll have you bathe in nothing but gold and riches. Be the mother of my children and you won’t have to worry about anything. All the best for you. Anything for you.”

Who would be able to resist such adoration from a god? Certainly not you. Head on his shoulder, you whimpered at the touch of his fingers grazing your clit. His scaly lower body is cold yet soothing on your ass cheeks. It would certainly be a miracle if he managed to prepare your cunt into taking his huge and long cock that slapped his stomach every time he tried to rub it against your ass while the other girthier one was sliding against your pussy lips. He was certainly blessed with two impressive lengths that you fear won’t fit. Both of the heads were weeping with pre-cum. The cocks throbbed and twitched every time you let out a whine. Hips thrashing to the way his fingers played the bundle of nerves.

Fuck, would you be able to fit two?

“Jewel, hah… Want to be in you…”

Guess you had to literally fuck around to find out.

“Haji—shit, I’m ready. F-fuck, inside me, please!” Just as you were expecting the girthier cock to split your gummy walls, you hissed when the other slipped inside and parted your pussy lips. Hajime groaned, burying his face into your neck as his cock’s tip immediately hit that spot that had your jaw dropping. Fucking like feral animals in heat was the best way to describe what proceeded. His groans and choked gasps mingle with your breathy and high-pitched ones. Cunt bouncing on his cock, you mewled at the easy climb to ecstasy. However, while your brain was fogged up with lust and how your walls were being molded into the shape of the god’s cock, Hajime was holding back on biting your neck, to sink his fangs into you.

He had to wait—wait for you to come undone before he could claim you. It was less painful that way.

“H-Hajime, oh fuck, I-I’m gonna cum!” Lips in an ‘o’, your nails dug deep into his hands, raking down that should have anyone wincing in agony. But not Hajime. Not the god who will become your husband. “Ah, ah—shit!”

Good thing he doesn’t have to wait too long.

The second he felt your cunt squeeze him tight, Hajime sunk his fangs into your neck where your pulse was erratically beating. A silent scream fell from your agape mouth, unable to differentiate whether it was out of pleasure or the sting that ran through your neck and down to your collarbones. It burns—you were sure your flesh was burning from where Hajime bit you, his forked tongue licking the punctures in an attempt to ease the wound. But that was pointless, not when he pushed you down, easing his other cock into your other puckered hole.

“H-holy shit!”

Full was how you felt, having Hajime’s two cocks inside of you. The pain and the euphoria all mixed together that rendered you in a drunken stupor. Voice screaming Hajime’s name, you sealed the deal that it would only be the name you shall utter in the throes of passion forever as he marked your flesh. Your second orgasm was nearby when the sea serpent god pulled out his fat cock from your ass, rubbing it twice as he whispered into your ear. He hoped you weren’t delirious to a point you wouldn’t take note of the words he was about to say.

“I’m gonna put it in now—ah, want you to have my brood.” You hissed as his other cock pushed into your pussy with the other. Hajime swore you were heaven incarnate with the way you took him in so well. “I’m gonna breed you, wife.”

“Y-yes, yes, yes! Breed me, Hajime. Oh fuck, impregnate me. Lemme have your babies.” Filthy requests poured out of your lips like it was second to breathing, frantically meeting his thrusts halfway no matter how it sometimes stung. Eyes rolling back, you swore you could feel him on your throat, hand pressing against the bulge on your stomach that appeared every time he pistoned inside. Your cheeks are warm and damp. Everything seemed like a dream and no one would ever believe such a dirty one if you were to tell a soul what happened here. From the way you felt something round slide into your womb once Hajime shot his fertile cum to whimpering on his chest in the aftermath of Hajime breeding your womb by giving you a dozen of his eggs. The thick cock of the sea serpent god was tucked back into the slit that housed it, except for the other one that continuously pumped thick loads of semen into your abused pussy. Hajime cooing and giving your head chaste kisses whenever you trembled in his hold. Lips giving extra attention to the bite mark that was still pulsing.

“Rest up, my jewel,” Hajime whispered near your fluttering eyelids that were about to close out of exhaustion. “I shall wake you up if I need to pump your womb full of my cum again. That way, we can guarantee that the little ones will come out healthy and safe soon.”

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sukunasstarlight · 2 years

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i cant believe you didn't elaborate on kaeya's anal and piss kink, maybe i want kaeya to piss IN my ass. are you trying to starve us? 😔

I elaborated on the piss kink here and will do the anal now bc Kaeya is still plaguing my thoughts.

Contents: Anal, ass eating, mean kaeya, degradation (use of the term pretty whore to refer to reader), gn reader, sub reader

God Kaeya and anal he just. Bites fist. Okay okay so-

Kaeya is an ass man through and through it doesn’t matter if you’ve got a small butt or a big one he’s obsessed with it. Cannot keep his hands off your ass outside of the bedroom but when you’re in the bedroom? Oh god, the man’s a menace. He. He likes to make you gape and h-he. The way he eats you out. My god I just- sorry I’m having a conniption trying to word this because my god. He kisses and licks at your tight little hole till it’s all soft and puffy and he can slide two fingers slicked up with lube and his spit into you and listen to you whine.

He fingers you open slow and teasing until you’re begging for it- bc that’s the thing about Kaeya when he’s mean, he makes you beg and beg, sometimes to tears before he gives you what you want. Before he finally nudges the spongey head of his cock against your hole and pushes in all the way to the hilt. He'll start slow despite how loose he's gotten you, moving with deep, dirty grinds of his hips against yours to feel your twitchy walls message his length. It's both to get you used to him, but to tease you too, until you're blinking up at him with wet eyes and pleading for more.

If you're quiet he'll tell you to speak up because he "Can't give his pretty whore what they want if they don't tell him." In his words. But then when you try to speak up, when you try to beg again, he'll bring his hand down to your neglected sex and start stroking, winding you up even further, relishing the pretty keens you let out. That's when he finally starts letting loose on you, working you to orgasm over and over again until you're babbling incoherently and clawing at his back.

#kaeya x reader smut #genshin smut #kaeya x reader #tw.piss #kaeya smut #tw.anal #Im gonna be quite honest w/you i do not care for pissing IN ppl when it comes to smut #so i didnt rlly know how to incorporate that but just know kaeya WOULD do it #the man is a menace and willing to do anything at least once #kaeya 🌟

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shorkbrian · 3 years

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He’d be so freaking mean too omg

like all “Shut the fuck up, did I say you could fucking speak?” spitting at you when you’re panicking, blubbering out anything to get him to stop.

Originally he was just going to spank you until your skin had broken, until there were raw welts across your ass and thighs, bruised and sensitive to the slightest breeze. Levi would want you to remember and suffer with the pain for as long as he had to suffer and endure the pain of almost loosing you. The hurt of knowing that you’re still trying to run, still trying to get away from him.

But now he knows that the pain of a few smacks won’t be enough to convey the ache you put his heart through. The ripping, tearing, long-lasting suffering afflicting him whenever you show your disdain for him. He masks it with anger, with the poorly restrained attitude of a trainer correcting its pupil, but the hurt is still there.

Levi knows it’s all wrong, everything that he does to you. But in a twisted, fucked up way, you deserve it. Deserve it for catching his eye, and being nice to him even when he was a bitch (which was always), for letting things progress to this point - a relationship filled with suffering and heartache.

It’s all your fault.

That’s what he tells you when the man hisses at you to shut up again, delivering another resounding smack to your rear to convey the seriousness of his point.

“Brat. What did you think you’d gain from running? Huh?”

He’s so aggressive, pulling your hair, smacking you around, his hands stinging with the abuse he’s littering across your skin. When you attempt to garble out another plea for mercy, for forgiveness, Levi grabs your face in one hand and pinches, pulling you towards himself with a cruel expression. “You don’t get to ask for an ounce of goddamn mercy. I am being merciful, you stupid little shitstain.”

The sheets are smeared with the slightest bit of blood.

“Now be fucking quiet.”

You can’t help the yelps of pain that are smacked out of you when Levi’s hand connects to your raw flesh, immediately sobbing and biting your lip as tears soak the sheets, mingle with the blood.

Levi’s so pissed, he doesn’t care how hard you’re trying to be silent. With a growl of frustration, he grabs the back of your neck, hauling you up onto your knees on the bed.

A palm strikes hard against your cheek, whipping your head to the side and then it strikes again in the exact same spot.

“Are you so stupid that you can’t get it through that tiny fucking brain of yours - this is a punishment. I’m in charge. I tell you to do something, you fucking do it. I own you.”

Your ears feel like they’re filled with cotton, you can’t stop the wretched sobs heaving from your chest. Levi is furious.

He maneuvers you until you’re on your hands and knees facing away from him, barely able to hold yourself up through the fuzzy panic filling your body, weighing you down and making you dizzy.

More spanking is expected, and you’re already struggling to brace yourself for the inevitable hit when instead, hot fingers covered in cold lube grip your ass, pull the cheeks apart.

Levi ignores the way your breath catches in your throat, how your body freezes completely and your tears start falling faster. He doesn’t care about your comfort right now, he’s trying to prove a point.

His nails are blunt and short - the man keeps his hands neat and clean. It just means you’re forced to feel the full sensation of Levi’s fingertips probing at your ass.

“You better relax, or else I’ll shove my entire fist up your ass and fuck you with it until you bleed out.” Levi snarls, and you realize you’re shaking terribly, almost convulsing as you force your hole to relax and stop clenching.

A finger worms it’s way inside, painful and entirely too fast, too soon. But Levi doesn’t care. You deserve to be in pain.

He only wants to work two fingers inside of you, just enough so that he can spread his digits and open your hole a little. Levi knows you’ll probably tear and bleed anyway tonight, but he’s not looking to actually kill you, so he squirts lube directly into your hole, sneering when you clench at the sensation and it makes a disgusting squelching sound.

“You aren’t trying to take a shit, stop that.”

As if you could control the way your body reacted to painful stimulus.

Levi fishes out his cock, doesn’t even bother with removing his clothes. He’s going to fuck some sense into you, make you understand pain and consequences, and then he’s going to leave you lying in a puddle of your own tears. You’re pathetic.

He taps his cock against your hole, jaw set in anger, thinking about how he’d felt to hear that you’d somehow gotten loose in the barracks, running through the halls and trying every single door, hoping to find a way out. Good thing all the cadets, all the staff - they knew to who where you belonged.

“L-Le-L-N-n-n” You managed, tongue thick and heavy in your mouth. You wanted to say no, tell him to stop, that you’d listen and be good and do whatever he said, if only he would please not do this.

But all your mushy syllables gained you was a violent slap to your rear, Levi seething. “How many times do I have to fucking tell you? Can’t do anything right, useless brat.”

And with that, he was pushing inside, forcing his way into your body, relentless and uncaring of the extreme pain he was putting you in.

A horrified wail tumbled from your lips, body jolting and spasming and struggling to lurch away from the assault, but Levi held you easily in place, exactly where he wanted you.

“Don’t, you brought this upon yourself.” He ground out, your walls squeezing the tip of his cock almost painfully, so tight and convulsing wildly as your body tried to force him out.

He was tired of talking, tired of trying to get through to you with words.

In no time, he was fully inside you, lube easing the way, blood joining and slicking your passage even more. As his hips pulled back, the gross mixture dripped to the bed below, staining his sheets. Levi was disgusted.

But he pushed forward, finding his rhythm with quick swings of his hips, pummeling your insides with barely a care for your wellbeing.

Maybe he was sick, but it felt good.

It felt good to see you in so much pain, mourning the choices you had made to lead up to this moment.

It felt good to feel you squeezing at his cock so intensely, body reacting in violent spasms that felt exciting and made Levi’s balls tingle.

Usually Levi would at least try to help you cum. A hand between your legs with he fucked you, fingers flicking against your clit. Having you ride him and control the pace so you could bounce until you reached your peak. Fingering you after your hole was loose and sloppy from his cock, curling his digits just so that they rubbed against your G-spot and made you squirm on each thrust.

But now Levi had no desire to make you feel good. You had made him feel awful; he was just returning the favor.

Seeing you like this, struggling underneath him to stay conscious through the hurt, crying and sobbing his name even though the man had told you to shut your fucking mouth, taking what he dished out....

Levi felt warm.

That stupid, syrupy warmth rising in his chest, threatening to spill out his mouth by way of foolish words.

“I love you.” Is what he wants to say, press himself down until he’s flush with your back, mouth next to your ear so he can shamefully whisper it just so you can hear.

You’re in so much pain, writhing and jolting, clawing at the sheets - Levi doubts you’d even understand him if he said anything at this point.

So he lets his body talk for him, hips speeding up as he felt his balls tighten, cock twitching inside your hole and you screech in agony. He won’t drag this out any longer, you’ve learned your lesson, remembered who it is you’re supposed to love.

Levi grabs your hips, clutches onto you with white knuckles and pounds home, faster and faster until he feels himself let go, cock twitching wildly as your hole squeezes him down.

When he pulls out, the cum that drips down your thighs is tinted pink.

Levi’s reminded of the color of love.

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whoreshijima · 2 years

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Into anal recently does anyone wanna talk about their faves doing it 🥰🥰

#tw.anal

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thegetoufather · 3 years

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oh oh oh

erejean dp but jean gets your ass because he knows eren loves when he gets to stretch your tight little hole so he decides to deny him that privilege

n’ then eren, as pissed as he is, doesn’t miss a beat when he slides into your neglected pussy …. talking to you the entire time about how he’s gonna be the one to stuff a baby in you, with the way your pretty cunt is just clinging to him like that, but he’s looking at jean the entire time, because they are promises to you but threats to jean’s breeding kink

#for my birthday ….. i gift yall this #tw.anal #tw.double penetration #tw.breeding #im creaming fuck #thir$ts

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bokutoslittlebird · 3 years

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Helpless

Day 6 of Birdie’s Bokuto Week

Summary: After Bokuto staked his claim on your body, you don’t have the energy to push him off and tell him no. When he’s a bit too loud one night, will you find a way out of this predicament or become more helpless than before?

Warnings: noncon, toxic work environment, cum eating, exhibitionism/voyeurism, f. oral receiving, rimming, threesome-ish, dacryphilia, overstimulation, somnophilia, nipple play

Everyone could tell that Bokuto was much more chipper these days, each play reflecting his mood as each ball made it in the line and managed to not get blocked. If they did, he simply just smiled and laughed it off, but his gaze always turned to you and smiled your way, wishing for your approval. A small clap of the hands would do it, showing small appreciation. When he turned away from you, you’d end up dropping the smile and hands, looking down at your notebook and fiddling with a pen.

It was scary, that one night, finding yourself unable to do anything against Bokuto as he took the last thing you had going for you away, so it was hard to even look at him sometimes. The only people on the team who didn’t worry or scare you as much anymore was Hinata, Iwaizumi, and Aran. Even then, Iwaizumi was the only one who checked up on you and made sure nobody was going too far. When he asked you how you were the day after, you were still processing the night and lied, telling him nothing bad has happened yet. He smiled and told you to tell him if anything does happen, he’d be happy to set someone straight. As you sit on the bench, you wonder if he’d be upset at you for lying about anything bad happening, even if you were just startled when you told him.

The whistle from the coach signaled a break, which usually meant you spent 15 minutes on your knees in the bathroom. Sighing, you clicked your pen and closed the notebook, setting them down as the coach told everyone to take a break and what he’d focus on continuing after the break. When he waved them off, Atsumu was almost quick enough to get to you first, but Bokuto had clasped his hands in yours before Atsumu could say a word.

“Bokkun, you’re always spendin’ time with her on your breaks! Give the rest of us a chance,” he huffed, a bit miffed. You couldn’t blame him, seeing as Bokuto has taken Atsumu’s place in monopolizing you. There hadn’t been any fights like that one day, Bokuto in too much of a good mood to bother with Atsumu.

“Hm, maybe it’s just cause she likes me. Don’t you, manager?” He smiles, one that you’d find comfort in if the situation was different. A shaky smile paints on your lips, a shallow nod as Bokuto’s eyes practically shine. He says nothing more to his teammates as he briskly walks out of the gym. This time, instead of going into the men’s restroom, he goes into the women’s.

“Bokuto, what are you doing? We don’t usually come in here,” you ask, finding your nerves coming back as he drags you in. There’s a bit of a walking distance between the two restrooms and you’re the only one using the women’s restroom, so it’s hardly used and practically empty all the time.

“Didn’t want anyone to accidentally get a glimpse of my pretty manager’s pussy, that’s all,” he hums, deciding to push you up against the wall at that moment. Quickly realizing what he means, you tell him that you shouldn’t do that right now, promising to let him do what he wants later, but he’s ignoring you as he unzips the jacket. “I just need a taste to continue to my game, don’t worry, baby. Your pretty mouth gets a break,”

“Bokuto, I won’t be able to walk straight afterwards, everyone’ll know!” You harshly whisper, worried about the looks you’ll get. Bokuto simply licks his lips as you say that, getting on his knees as he tugs down your pants. The sweatpants pooled around your ankles and your panties followed soon after, Bokuto pressing a kiss to your bare knee as he hiked up your leg, keeping it bent. With the position, you felt goosebumps on your skin as the air of the room hit your exposed pussy, arms crossing over your chest as a shiver ran up your spine. Bokuto doesn’t seem to mind, his lips leaving a trail on your inner thigh until they’re pressing a kiss on your folds.

He doesn’t seem to mind the lack of wetness, diving between your folds with his tongue as he sucks on your clit. It’s pleasureful, but your worries keep you silent as you let him do what he wants to do. You know he’ll be unsatisfied until you finish, which means you have a time limit, making your anxiety worse. While you’re trying to calm your nerves and focus on the pleasure, Bokuto is blissfully stroking your pussy with his tongue and pushing it into your cunt, gathering juices on the tip. He’s eagerly slurping, a few nibbles on your clit that has your body jerking, making your legs weak as you put a hand in his hair, not sure whether to pull him away or push him closer.

Sensing you want him closer, he lets out a moan that vibrates against your skin, adding to the pleasure as you try to not fall. It eventually fails as he gives you one long lick, swirling his tongue around your clit as your knee buckles. He’s quick, grabbing your thighs so you don’t fall and puts them on his shoulders, keeping his face deep in your pussy to keep you pressed against the wall. A few moans are let loose from your lips as your back arches, eyes shut as he pushes two fingers into your cunt, lips and tongue focusing on your clit. He keeps this up until you’re letting out a scream, muffling it with your hand as you whole body twitches with the force of your orgasm. He doesn’t leave you, slurping up any excess as he moans in delight, giving your clit a few kisses in thanks as he does.

Nobody has come to get you yet, so you’re glad he managed to make you finish so quickly, but your worries come back when he wraps your legs around his waist, keeping you pressed against the tile as he gives you a long and deep kiss, moaning into your mouth as his hand finds itself trailing to between your legs once more. “I want more,” he groans, eyes lidded as he keeps his face close to yours.

“No, Bokuto, not here,” you whisper, “not now.”

He goes to say something else, his hands moving to his practice shorts as he hooks his thumb in the hem of them, but is cut off by Hinata shouting for him. “Bokuto-san! [Y/N]! Break’s over!”

“Fuck,” Bokuto swears, releasing his shorts as he drops your legs. He’s still hesitant, noticeable in how he gently puts on your panties and longfully looks at them as he pushes them up. You end up putting your pants back on yourself, having to pull them on over your shoes, while Bokuto watches, still close. Once fully on, he hugs you close and gives you another kiss, one hand on your back as the other grabs a fistful of your ass. “We’ll continue this later, hm?” He hums, not waiting for your answer before he goes to leave. You may be worried of others knowing, but his goal is to make sure everyone knows he’s getting special care from you.

Hinata seems surprised when Bokuto leaves the women’s restroom, but not too surprised when you’re following after him. Even with wobbly legs, you’re able to act as if everything’s normal as you wave off any concerns, telling him you’re fine. Bokuto seems to hang back a bit, waiting for you to follow him. Hinata also notices this, but just walks back to the gym without mentioning anything. Once you’re walking in front of him, Bokuto follows, his smile never leaving his face.

By the time the next whistle blows, signaling it’s dinner time and the boys need to go wash up, your legs have stopped their wobbliness. Bokuto made sure to ask for lots of water and an extra towel, making sure you had to walk in front of everyone and he made sure to smile your way every time you did so, chest puffed with pride. Your worries were probably useless, knowing he’d have bragged about it if anyone asked him questions. Even when you got your stuff and had to bend over, grabbing the bucket of water bottles, Bokuto couldn’t help but pat your ass as he walked by. Bearing with it, you pretended like nothing happened when you went to leave, managing to keep a calm facade. Not only had you made sure you wouldn’t have your back facing them when you bent down, but you were out of the way, so Bokuto deliberately went to you just to grope you. It’s nothing you shouldn’t expect, but it’s still embarrassing and very much out of your comfort zone.

Bokuto doesn’t call for you that night, as you spend your time before bed in Aran’s room. He’s been one of the few to not ask for favors as much, but you felt he needed something after a stressful day of dealing with a whining Atsumu. Not only do you spend time with Aran, who happens to be respectful of your comfort levels, but you also get to be occupied when Bokuto goes looking to ‘continue’ what he started that afternoon. Bokuto also is one of the more well-endowed members of the team, but Aran is right up there with him. After slurping up any extra cum from his cock, you give his tip a kiss as he thanks you.

“Whenever you need me,” you chirp, waving goodbye with a smile. You sigh heavily once leaving the room, but find yourself holding your breath as you pass by Bokuto’s room. The sound of snoring calms your nerves, seeing he couldn’t wait for you to be done. Tooting your own horn, you gave Aran’s one of the best blowjobs you could give as long as it drew it out as long as you could. With a brisk and silent walk into your room, you finally felt yourself fully relax once you were inside. Exhausted from the day, you simply undressed and put on a large t-shirt, deciding to shower in the morning when you weren’t as tired.

As you took too long to finish up with Aran, Bokuto ended up falling asleep while waiting for the moans and obscene noises to cease from the room. The rooms weren’t soundproof, which taught him that Sakusa was a heavy sleeper since he didn’t hear the bed creaking that one night, but that means he could hear Aran’s low moans as you went down on him in the next room. Bokuto found himself getting turned on from the noises, his mind running laps as he imagined what you could possibly be doing to get Aran to let loose with his moans, but after a quick handjob to the noises, he felt exhausted to wait anymore. However, that was before most people were asleep, right after dinner. Too early for him, usually, so he ends up waking up to a dark room and quick check on his phone shows it’s only a little past midnight, making him groan.

He can’t stop thinking about the noises, though. Just a wet dream of you servicing his cock and making him sound like that had his cock springing up once again, another groan as he accidentally rubbed it against the mattress when he rolled over. It may be late, but surely you wouldn’t mind if he wanted to get another taste. If you’re up, he’ll have to ask you for some lip service instead, but his hopes are dashed when he sees your light is off. Hoping it’s just the light, he goes to open your door and is surprised to find it unlocked, seeing as you usually lock it when you go to bed. Opening the door, sure enough, you’re asleep, not even under the covers as you sleep so peacefully.

Still as vulnerable and helpless as ever, he can’t help but grin as he shuts the door, eager to take advantage. You don’t even move as he kneels on your bed, crawling over your body as you stay still. A couple of noises leave your lips as he finds his hands massaging the flesh of your thighs and ass, testing your tolerance. He gets a movement, you putting your face into the pillow a bit more as you push your weight to the other side. Finding himself to be lucky, he slides two fingers underneath the panties, pushing them into your cunt as he’s surprised to find you’re quite wet. Thinking you might be having a dream of him as he’s had one of you, his cock twitches as he pulls off your panties. He doesn’t want to rip them off, hoping he can pull them back up you after he’s filled you up, so he’s gentle as he tugs them down your legs.

Even when he pulls your ass into the air by your waist, you don’t wake up. Your legs aren’t very good at keeping you up, but he manages to line his cock with your entrance, using his own body to keep yours stable. Without you squirming or screaming, he finds it a bit lackluster when he bottoms out easily. You don’t struggle against him, your walls parting easily for his cock. Leaning over you, he grabs fistfuls of your breasts, pushing your loose shirt all the way up as he starts a slow pace. He may have wanted you asleep, but he misses the fire you have when you’re awake.

A deep groan in your ear as he feels you squeeze his cock, sucking him back in as he rocks himself out of you. A more harsh thrust has you gasping, fingers grasping at the pillow beneath them and a moan spilling from your lips. Soon after, your eyes are fluttering open as you try to understand what’s going on. The thrusts in and out of your cunt have you going on alert, wide eyes searching behind you to find Bokuto, smiling down at you. “Nice of you to wake up,”

“Bok— Bokuto?” You sleepily reply, brain processing everything. Each drag of his cock in your walls had you clenching around him and a moan escaping your throat. “What are you doing?”

“I missed you after you spent some time with Aran. It sounded like so much fun, I had a dream about you so I came to see you. You sounded like you were enjoying it, so I didn’t see a reason to stop.” He can feel you squeezing him more, your body rigid as you squirm under him, it’s much better than just fucking your limp body. It’s like you’re trying to push him out as if your cunt wasn’t sucking him in before your eyes opened. “Just gotta let me fill you up, okay?”

“No, no, stop!” You shake off the sleepiness, trying to squirm away but he just pushes your head into the pillows, using his other hand to keep your hips still. With your mouth against the pillows, you can’t tell him to stop and you can’t even try to get him to take his cock out of you, so you just have to lay there and take it as your nails dig into his arm and wrist.

“Feel so fucking good,” he groans picking up his pace as he slaps his hips against your ass. “All mine,” he mumbles, barely audible over his mixture of moans and groans. He doesn’t bother trying to keep quiet, even making sure the bed frame hits the wall with each harsh thrust. Screwing your eyes shut, you try to block everything out until you hear the door creak open. Bokuto, however, never ceases in his pace.

“Bokuto-san? Wha— Why are you in here?” Hinata’s voice whispers. It’s loud enough for you both to hear it, even over the squelching noises. “I didn’t—”

“Fucking our cute manager, what else?” Bokuto replies, cocky as ever. It’s like he’s showing off a prize, a special treat he got. Squirming some more, hoping maybe Hinata will see your dilemma, you manage to free your face from the fabric and look towards Hinata. There’s a blush coating his cheeks as his eyes are trained on where Bokuto’s hips are slamming into you, mesmerized by the way your cunt accepts his cock. When his eyes move to you, he just stares at you, probably noticing the tears on your cheeks. “Pretty, ain’t she?”

“Help,” you whisper, hoping Hinata can see your lips. “Hinata, please,” you manage to get out, although your voice is hoarse. He doesn’t really move, but you try to move your hand to reach out to him, but Bokuto seems to sense what you’re about to do. Using his hand to lift up your head, your throat is strained so you can hardly say anything and your hands fly to his arm, digging your nails into them.

“I see you looking, Hinata,” Bokuto says, pushing two of his fingers into your mouth and pressing them against your tongue to keep your voice muffled as you try to scream. “It’s a good scene, isn’t it?”

“N-No, I-” he stutters, but then you manage to watch as his hand moves to his sleeping shorts, covering his growing erection. Knowing he’s getting turned on by Bokuto fucking you, your hopes of help are dashed. Does he know you don’t want this? He should, Hinata knows you better than most — you would’ve told him about the decision to sleep around rather than just give blowjobs.

“Enjoying the show a bit? Lock the door and I’ll let you get a closer look,” Bokuto then says, a predatory grin on his face as he stares at Hinata. There’s a beat and a small swell of hope, but then Hinata’s moving to lock the door. The resounding click feels like it echoes in the room, then you notice Bokuto’s thrusts have slowed down until they’re hardly noticeable. He’s then pulling out of you, flipping you over so your back is to the mattress and crooking his finger to bring Hinata closer. You think he’s gonna have Hinata enter you as well, but instead he just tells him to sit back and watch.

Bokuto swiftly pushes back into you, hand covering your mouth as you scream. “God, I missed that. You’re so compliant when you’re asleep,” he groans, grinning when tears form in your eyes again and your nails dig into his arm once more. You can hardly do any damage, his body rock hard as he keeps you pinned down as his hips slam against yours. It’s powerful, heard each time and the sloppy wet noises of your slick coating his cock with each thrust make your stomach churn.

Hinata watches, eyes hardly leaving your form as he drinks up each movement. Bokuto makes sure to adjust your leg, pushing it to your shoulder so Hinata has more room to look. You can’t bear to look at Hinata, feeling sick when you watch him pull down his shorts, freeing his hard cock as he jacks himself off. He’s getting off of the way your cunt eagerly accepts Bokuto’s cock, especially the sticky wetness that coats the shaft each time he pulls out. Each thrust Bokuto gives to you, Hinata’s matching the pace with his hand and squeezing down on his cock each time Bokuto groans, swearing.

When Bokuto takes his thumb and starts rubbing against your clit, your legs tighten as your back arches, your mouth free as you freely let out a mixture of a groan and a mewl, elbows digging into the mattress as you do. A dark chuckle from Bokuto brings you down from the temporary high. “So much fight, yet easily giving up in the end,” he says, flicking your little bud with his thumb so you can’t properly reply. Soon enough, your walls are constructing around his cock as you grit your teeth, drool spilling from the corner of your mouth, legs shaking as you orgasm.

Bokuto groans, sighing as he pulls his cock out of your cunt, making sure to show Hinata the sheen on it, all of your cum. It’s short-lived, as Bokuto’s pushing back into you and chasing his own end now. You don’t get the small pleasure of being uncaged, feeling Bokuto’s weight on you before you can process anything and his relentless harsh pace begins again, low moans in your ear as he keeps your legs bent and up towards your torso. His heavy balls slap against your ass as he coats your pussy and ass in your own slick, you feeling the fluid dripping down your ass. Before Bokuto finishes, you hear Hinata let out a moan, a strangled moan, as if he’s holding back, but then Bokuto’s pumping you full of his cum as he fists the sheets under him. A few lazy thrusts and then he’s pulling out, watching his cum ooze from your stretched cunt.

Bokuto then spreads your legs, signaling Hinata closer as he continues to fist his cock. He looks like he’s about to explode, but he gets closer to you as his hand slows. Bokuto brings him a little closer, guiding his cock against your sloppy pussy and patting it against you, the final touch before Hinata’s cum is splashing against your stomach and chest, some getting on your shirt. All you do is gasp, dipping some fingers into the gunk as Hinata finishes, with the help of Bokuto using his own cum as lube.

“It— It looked so good, I’m sorry,” Hinata pants out, trying to clean the excess cum off his cock. Bokuto seems to be obsessed with pushing his own cum back into you as you just lay back, unsure of what to do. “Can I.. Can I have a taste?”

“Wait, no,” you try to stop him, but Bokuto’s encouraging him, moving behind you as he keeps your legs spread for Hinata. Hinata, like Bokuto had earlier in the day, gets on his knees before your dripping pussy and laps up the cum oozing from it. You’re biting on your lip, hands finding themselves on Bokuto’s arms as you twitch. Still sensitive, you can only sit there as Hinata cleans you up with his tongue.

Seemingly not minding the taste, he hums in satisfaction as he licks and slurps up the creamy liquid, licking his lips even. With a pat on your thighs, Bokuto tells Hinata to put his hands against them and he does, leaving Bokuto’s hands free. He decides to play with your breasts, rubbing your nipples between his fingers pulling them, getting your back arching. Hinata may not seem as strong as Bokuto, but he keeps a firm grip on your thighs and keeps your legs from closing. Once he’s slurped up most of the cum, he pushes his face all the way into your pussy, tongue flicking in and out of your cunt and as whine, squirming again at the feeling.

Bokuto coats two of his fingers in his own spit, rubbing the saliva against your nipple before playing with it again. His other hand moves down to rub at your clit, getting you clenching around Hinata’s tongue before he goes back to slurping and gentle sucks. With Bokuto rubbing your clit, Hinata finds his lips trailing lower to focus on your cunt, until his tongue grazes over your ass. Jolting with a yelp, you attempt to move away. “Oh, seems like she enjoyed that. Do it again, Hinata.” Hinata does exactly that, tongue tracing around your puckered hole as you whine and squirm.

“Wait, no, not there, please,” you beg, getting Hinata to hesitate. Unlike Bokuto, who would continue regardless. A short hesitance, then Hinata’s back to tracing his tongue around and over. He never pushes it in, thankfully, but his nose does tend to nudge your cunt as he moves his tongue and lips around your other entrance. That, combined with Bokuto’s onslaught on your nipple and clit, has you trying to close your legs as you twitch, a groan as your juices splash against Hinata’s face, combined with some of Bokuto’s cum. He doesn’t seem to mind, lapping it all up and cleaning it off the rest of his face. When Hinata stands up, he turns pink when he sees how hard he is, hand grabbing his cock and giving it a few pumps. You think he’s gonna just coat your inner thighs in his cum, but Bokuto has other plans.

“I’m sure she wouldn’t mind if you gave her a little creampie, would she?” He hums, hand grasping your chin a bit harshly. “I’ll even tell you her sweet spots, what do you think?”

When Hinata furiously nods his head, letting Bokuto guide his cock into your cunt, you whine from the sensitivity and from annoyance. Hinata keeps his hands firmly on your thighs as he thrusts into you, making sure to drag his cock against your walls, while Bokuto brings your hand to his cock, eager to have you servicing him somehow. When tears stream down your cheeks, Bokuto simply wipes them away with his finger, but Hinata leans closer to lick them away, his tongue sticky from your cum coating it.

“Hinata, stop,” you whine, trying one last time. This time, Bokuto doesn’t interfere, but it’s still useless.

“I always expected to take your virginity, you know? I was your friend first,” he rambled off, never looking away from how you sucked in his cock. “I like you, a lot, so I’m gonna fill you up with my cum, okay?”

Whining doesn’t deter either of them and squirming just means they hold you down tighter, rendering you completely helpless against them.

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