#tw.sizekink

[iwaasfairy]

𝙽𝙸𝙶𝙷𝚃𝚂𝙷𝙰𝙳𝙴

most girls your age spend their summers hanging out with friends and enjoying the sun. you have a little bit of a different summer experience when you end up needing uncle issei's help. my one of two for the deal with the devil collab,, rhi ily, thank you so much for making this collab because i loved writing it

.wordc. 5.5k+ tw incest, uncle issei, age gap, panty sniffling, a lot of spit, size kink, teeny bit of anal, oral (receiving), organized crime, blood, death mentions

“Not too scary for you, is it?” the tall man in front chuckles, low voice bouncing around the cold, dim room with too much mirth to put you entirely at ease.

Really, it is too scary for you. This place is eerie, making your blood drum through your veins hard and fast with each step. You’re not sure how long you have to work here for the thought of dead bodies not to scare you, but the truth is that this wasn’t your first choice. Or your second, for that matter. Still, you put on a smile as he looks over his shoulder, dark eyes meeting yours with a sort of curiosity that you can sniff out from a mile away.

“I’ll handle,” you just breathe back, speeding up your steps a little to stay right in toe with him as you leave the dungy cellar and walk up the stairs, cringing a little at the sound of his shoes scraping the metal surface. “I’m just not too used to the idea of having so much,” you pause, sucking your bottom lip into your mouth and swallowing, “death— around me.”

Your new boss hums, softly, deep, reaching out a hand to help you up the last step and back into the -now- much more comfortable feeling parlor that you’d been shaking in half an hour prior. Honestly, you could do worse for a boss. You’ve heard of some of the things that girls do to pay off family debts and this— this hardly seems like anything compared to that. This, you can handle. However begrudgingly. You slowly pick some dust from your sweater when he turns to you, avoiding that deep, calculating look just slightly.

You can tell that it’s ringing through his mind, knowing what brought you begging him, and how much of it makes you a good or a bad person. Everyone does when they find out that you’re this short on money, your mom is this far in debt. You’re just wondering what exactly it is that he sees when staring so intently at every twitch of your lips, every brush of your fingers. He finally drops his eyes from you when the ghost of a smile tugs at his mouth corners, picking up a pen and clicking it against the desk a few times as he moves to stand behind it.

“So, you’ve seen the place,” he catches your eye again, before running his long, pretty fingers through his curls. “What do you say? You still want to work here?” A small part of you hesitates. You know what this will entail. You know that when Kyoutani grunted under his breath that you could ask your uncle for a place to ‘work’, well meaning, it wouldn’t be one of the most savory of jobs. That there’d be a certain secrecy you’d be expected to keep. The thought of seeing it still scares you, makes rows of goosebumps break out on your arms, hidden under your flimsy sweater.

But you nod anyway, because this is all you got. And this is about as good as you’ll find the jobs, when it’s your situation. Matsukawa’s thick brow lifts just slightly, before the casual expression slips back on and he just shrugs, signing something onto the stack of papers in front of him. “‘Kay, sign here then. I need your name and your signature here and here.” And though your hand shakes a little writing down your name, the heavy hand on your shoulder is a welcome comfort.

“I won’t- see any- d-,” you clamp your mouth shut again, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks when he takes a breath, cutting in.

“Dead people?”

“You know what I mean,” you huff, looking from your wobbly handwriting on the page back to him, his hand squeezing some of the nerves out of you despite everything. Your mom’s brother is charming, he’s easy to talk to and despite his very, very intimidating appearance, there’s a joy to his expression, making him seem genuine enough. You lean into him a little more as you lower your voice. “You do the same thing Kentaro does, right? I won’t have to… shoot anybody?”

A moment of silence passes, before he laughs- really laughs, his shoulders shaking and face splitting into a blinding grin that takes you aback a little, as he continues entirely too long. You even find yourself smiling along, even though it’s mostly out of surprise at his reaction. When he quiets though, he straightens up and towers back over you to place a hand on your head, shaking his head a few times. “I don’t think you could even if you wanted to, little girl.” It’s paired with a slight narrowing of his eyes when you brush his hand off, but he smiles.

“No shooting, no stabbing, no torturing. You have my word. All I ask is that you don’t go downstairs without me. Piece of cake, hm?”

You hum back, and he smiles.

You’d never seen a lot of your mom’s younger brother, having long been shunned out of the family by the time you were old enough to understand that was something that families could do. Banish the apples falling too far from the tree, the inedible bunch. Your mom didn’t talk about him, and your dad never had anything good to say when he did. Most you’d gotten was a flash of his tall, muscular posture on a rainy day in May, his obsidian gaze meeting yours for a split second from the other side of the casket when your mom’s dad— his dad, was about to be put into the ground.

You watched your nieces and nephews, aunts, elders avoid him like the plague, whispering behind clasped palms. About his shady business, his men, a danger. When he’d come up to your parents after the ceremony, ignoring your mother’s displeased glares in favor of being civil, he leaned down to reach a tattooed hand your way with a sad smile and you shook it. “If you ever need anything,” he had mumbled, setting your mom off into a hateful whirlwind of insults, yanking your smaller hand back into hers. Matsukawa vashined from your parents’ conversation entirely after that, right up until they split and the letters kept coming, final notices, extended payments.

But you never forgot, and eventually— who else could you have gone to, if not him?

Turns out that Matsukawa’s word counts enough, to a certain degree. The pay is good, and though receiving a grieving bunch of people every few days isn’t easy, the days without much activity at all. Only sometimes he comes home with a darkness in his expression, mumbling for you to hand him a drink when he walks in, or sometimes grabbing your cheeks and pressing a drink into your hands with a grin, two opposite ends of the spectrum.

You don’t know if it is Mattsun honouring his promise or not, but it only happens twice the first month, where you have to rush to pull the curtains down as a bunch of men carry in an unmoving body from a car. They douse the floors with deep red blood, smelling of metal, sharp and pungent. It’d stain the floors if they weren’t already an ominous reddish brown, leaving you mopping up the evidence with your lip tucked hard between your teeth. Even when he comes back from the cellar and tells you to call him ‘uncle Issei’, he’s gentle with you, and you’re grateful for that too.

“Thanks, kiddo,” he only mumbles as he pats your head with that heavy, large hand that you shook once on a rainy day, and you give a tense smile in return. It doesn’t stay that easy though, and with each time more and more heavily tattooed men pass through the parlor and cast questioning glances your way, you get more and more uneasy about it. Uncle Issei clearly does as well, if the tight line his mouth pulls is anything to go by. The whispers sometimes go into full on talking about you right in front of your face— in front of the boss’ face, and it’s only a split second before that ugly, demanding flash glides over his features when that happens.

You’re just glad he doesn’t take it personally. Each time he comes back, blood splattered on his shirt and sitting stained under his nails, you can’t help but wonder if he ever will. If he’ll ever just turn around and set his eyes on you, hate you the way your mom hated him. If you’ll end up like blood under those nails some day as well. You hope not.

Days turn into months, cleaning up till late after hours, sitting in his office- next to him on the chair with his hand rubbing small circles into your back while he reads over paperwork you filled in. You paint his nails black, hands shaking slightly under his gaze in the small, cramped space of his crappy apartment bathroom. You let him drive you around the city after particularly long days, squeezing your hand in his, eventually daring to link pinkies on the drive back. Anything to pretend like he isn’t your executor as well, with his noose wrapped too tight around your neck.

The cold air breathing up from the cellar through the staircase floats your way, pulling goosebumps from your legs and arms, the echo of nothing. You got used to the soft bangs of the boiler that used to spook you, got used to the dark, damp feeling of the hallway there— of feeling trapped like a bird in a cage with no means of escape. But sometimes the feeling of that cold travelling up your spine without your consent still frightens you a bit, and you ache for the second uncle Issei peeks his head back from under those gates of Hell to soothe you, tell you you can lock up soon.

It hasn’t happened yet, the sun is starting to set. You trust him. You do, so when a nagging sense of curiosity grows heavy, doubt prickles at the back of your mind. You turn to stare at the hallway. You don’t go there. You never go there, not even now— because Issei is the one with his hands wrapped around people’s neck, you’re innocent, oblivious, naive. That’s the deal you made. But with each passing minute on that ticking clock and no sign of life from him, your heart grows heavier— your mind more curious.

Once the sun passes by the horizon and leaves only the faintest shimmer of orangey-red on the walls behind you, dusted over your fingertips and cheeks, you swallow. Thick and heavy, it sits at the back of your mouth as you turn to the hallway, now with trembling hands. “Uncle Issei?” you softly call down, not nearly loud enough to reach the back rooms. Your voice gets stuck in your throat when you stand peering down into the darkness. He probably won’t be happy to have you there, but you’ve never asked for much, right? Just a quick check can’t hurt.

You begin the descent slowly and very unsurely, your responsibilities banging in the back of your skull as you tiptoe down. If someone where to find the parlor abandoned right now, you’d get in trouble. But you don’t think as you still scoot forward more, letting your eyes adjust to the lack of light. Even with the small spots that illuminate the stone staircase, there’s so much darkness that it seems to swallow up any brightness left. You call out for him again, still not receiving an answer.

It’s eerily silent again. You’re freaking yourself out. You know you are— looking at your trembling hands, feeling the hairs standing up on all your limbs, but you really can’t help it. You tap a few buttons on your phone again, but the call goes straight to voicemail. The metal squares hiding some gruesome truths are still all closed, and the chill you feel is the freezers running on full power. Everything is fine. You make it to the back rooms only just, skittish as you yank open the door to them and hide away into it, letting yourself take a few deep breaths.

“Mattsun?” you try one last time, now louder.

Nothing. A pristine room, two empty seats and a few bottles of amber alcohol on a coffee table. No uncle Issei, no screaming, no sign of life. But across the way there’s another door, heavy and metal that you huff at when it doesn’t budge. Deciding none of this is worth the effort, you wipe your hands on your skirt and turn on your heel right when a large figure appears from behind the door.

You jump so hard you slump into the wall with a choked scream, only to drop your shoulders as tears well up in your eyes. The familiar face doing little to keep your heart from slamming against its' bone cage. “I was looking for you,” you choke out, gripping your own fingers with your other hand, swallowing. Uncle Issei is — covered in blood. Head to toe, with blood running down from under his hair over his brow and eye, his shirt and pants drenched in thick, dark blood; his hands, dripping.

You’ve always had a bit of an obsession with his hands, ever since that first time. Strong and big, wrapping around yours with roughened, thick skin and keeping you close. Tattoos crawling down from his sleeves to his knuckles, covering each stretch of him in swirls or red, black and blue. Hands that wiped your tears on nights where you felt lowest, and ones that you spent too long studying when they were pressed up against your shoulders to steady you. But you’ve never seen them like this, so much blood that it drips down onto the floor, droplets looking more light claws than anything else. Rings glittering red.

Your first instinct is to worry for him, but the second is to worry for you. “Who’s watching upstairs?” he asks with a low hum, rubbing his face into the crook of his elbow. He only lifts a single eyebrow towards you when there’s no answer, shifting on your feet. You bite your lip in shame, sucking it into your mouth, before finally shrugging.

“I w- I thought that y- just wanted to know why you hadn’t come up yet.” He keeps your gaze a few seconds longer, then walks towards you and further, looking out into the rest of the cellar with a tense sigh. “I wasn’t trying to snoop, uncle Issei,” you mumble again, feeling like a scolded child. But he clicks his tongue and leans down to press a kiss at the edge of your hair, affectionately, before he stands up and motions towards the other end.

“Come with me.”

There’s a soft press to the space between your shoulders as he walks behind you, leading you into the next room with a deep breath. There’s no warning offered for what you walk into, but you don’t think there is any that would suffice anyway. You clamp your eyes shut, stopping right in place and staying pressed back to his chest, lip shaking, your heart beating like it’s trying to remember the feeling of life.

“Is this what you wanted to see?” he asks, you feel the swell of his breathing against you and the warmth of his body, but you shake your head. “No?” You shake your head harder, trying to banish the view from your memories. Blood, so much, on the table, the chair, dripped down the sink. And a heap in the chair that must be a person, but you don’t dare open your eyes again to confirm. “You didn’t let the curiosity get the best of you, brat?”

“No, no, I wanna leave,” you beg, reaching behind you to cling to his pant leg, balling up your hand so hard it aches. The fabric is still tacky, it leaves your mouth dry and your touch feeling gross. “Uncle Issei, please, I wanna leave,” your voice is high pitched and squeaky by now, betraying the full range of your distress. You almost collapse from relief as his hands wipe on his own clothing before grabbing your shoulders and leading you back the way you came, following his path until the grip loosens and he lets out a deep breath, one that betrays his frustration.

“We’re cleaning up.” He watches you as your eyes crack open again, narrowed and teary, but his own expression is just as hard. “I’m not asking, come on.” He opens the door into the small bathroom tucked all the way into the far of the room and already starts unbuttoning his shirt to place it onto the sink, paying you little mind as you follow him into the room.

The water drums hard on the surface of his skin as you wait with damp hair until he’s finished, about ready to be done and shimmy into the oversized shirt of his he’d offered under his breath. There was nothing coy about the way he pulled you into the same shower, you with your eyes kept strictly on the ceiling as you scrub the shower gel over your arms and legs and down your belly, hoping he’ll do the same.

Every time you accidentally brush against his skin you shiver, not knowing how to break the silence. You're family, and this should be fine, shouldn't be making your cheeks hot and breathing taste sweeter. It does though. Once he’s clean too, you can feel the darkness of his eyes boring into the planes of your face, brushing some hair back ever so gently.

You wonder if he’ll bring up what he sees on your face- because you're sure he does. You kind of hope he has the good will to leave you pretending. After getting dried off and back into your skirt with a clean shirt of his over top he swallows, and clears his voice. “You’ve known since the start about what you'd see in there, don’t act so shocked.”

“‘M not acting anything,” you instantly whisper back, taking place against the wall of the impeccable office, hoping you’ll sink into the wall and never be seen again. There’s a difference between knowing something bad is happening behind your back, and actually facing it. A minuscule change maybe, but enough to have your lip shake as you suckle it. “I don’t think I can do this anymore, that’s all. I don’t want to.”

A tick in his brow is all that shows his agitation, but you still feel bad. Maybe for the distance you suddenly feel between the two of you, so close yet miles and miles of distance. You never had to wonder what made Mattsun a bad person, blocked it out in your mind like it was barely an issue. “Why?” he asks, slow and deep and raising goosebumps all over your skin when his large, imposing form gets closer and closer.

You stare at him, blinking away something deep inside. There’s no way the thing you’re feeling is heartbreak, so then why do you feel so damn heavy? “I didn’t know this is- I didn’t want to see it, Issei. I could have gone my whole life not thinking about it, and I don’t wanna end up like that too.”

With just two steps he’s before you, looking down as you flinch when he raises a hand, his lips pulling into a tight line. He hovers for a second, then slowly— so slow you swear the wait almost feels unending, his fingertips brush along your cheek, face nearing. “You really think I’d ever hurt you? Me hurting you?” It’s in the way he breathes, eyebrows stitching together into a sort of confusion that you’ve never seen on him. For once, he looks lost, and you can’t help but feel like crying when he presses even closer. “I would never think about hurting you.”

“Have you just been thinking this the whole time? About when I’d lay my hands on you and squeeze,” he grunts, narrowing on your expression as you instinctively follow his hands to your throat to cling to them. Your palms are clammy as you watch him take you in, your mouth slightly cracked and glistening, still swollen and puffy from biting your lips so much. He’s so much bigger than you, biceps bulging as he keeps you trapped in place, lungs emptying into the feeble space between you two. “Is that what you think of me? Just when I was starting to think someone actually cared, accepted me.”

The way his body is pressed to yours is overwhelming, face so close you can feel the breath of him along your cheeks, the warmth of his hands as he trails a hand down your spine. It’s intoxicating, more than anything, even though it doesn’t escape you how distinctly wrong your thoughts are. Because no, you don’t, you should and you don’t and it’s messing up your mind as you try to blink through your thoughts. “And if I did, what then?” he mumbles under his breath, pressing you further up against the cold wall. “Who would help you if I wanted to? Your mom? You think Kyoutani will go against me? Who helped you more than I did?”

Your hands shake against his chest as you keep them there, looking up at him like a god in the flesh. Because that’s really what it feels like right about now, the deep darkness of his blown out pupils, the electric touch of his hands along you, like the heavy metal rings make the soft surface magnetic. “No one, uncle Issei. I wouldn’t ask anyone else.” You keep his eyes as he hums, then seems to cage you to him between his thick thighs, the smell of his cologne and just his manly scent filling you up and spitting you out disgarted. “Only you, I promised. I- I trust you.”

His lips pull into a tighter line, before he smiles tightly, looking aside. “Such a sweet thing you are, hm? Always have been too loyal for your own good.” The praise makes you feel floaty, cheeks warming as you search for words, struggling to answer anything of use. “Almost makes me believe you feel the same, kiddo. Don’t do that to me.” He breathes out a tense laugh as he makes you meet his eyes, probably at the wide, teary-eyed way you don’t dare look anywhere else. You feel like you’re drowning.

Your mom once said that you’d be wise not to trust men like him, for your own good, that you weren’t old enough yet to really understand what people’s promises held. Maybe now for the first time, you get what she means. Because looking at him licking his lips so close to you, with his hand wrapped around your throat and your breathing constricted by the proximity of his own face; you wonder what exactly he promised you. And how much you’d do to give into him anyway.

“You’d forgive me if I did something stupid, right?” he whispers, and when you blink your lashes almost brush his, your wrists gripped so tight in his hand. You don’t get the chance to agree before he dips down his lips to peck you, stealing a second kiss and a third too, before he groans and gets to his knees. “I want you to be mine,” he confesses, too easily. Your cheeks, if they weren’t already burning hard and bright, flare up with all the embarrassment in your body until you choke on your words when uncle Issei pushes his face between your legs, nudging up your skirt with his nose.

“Fu—ck, princess, ugh- you’re so pretty. Drive my fucking stupid for you.” The noise he makes is loud and rumbly, hands gripping your thighs tight and kneading the tender skin between strong fingers. He sniffs under your skirt again, pressing his mouth to the heat between your legs and placing open mouth kisses, as you rest your hand in his hair and cling to him.

“Uncle Issei, w-what are you—” your thigh trembles as he hooks it over your shoulder, mouthing at your pussy through the thin covering, obnoxious kissing noises filling you with misplaced pride. He groans as he noses at your clit and licks a long stripe up, then pulls the fabric to the side to tuck it aside. “Why?” you breathe, throwing your head back against the wall and cling tighter to his wild curls, and he hums.

“Want me to stop?” You know what you should say. Looking back down as the heat of his mouth leaves and he meets your gaze head on, he raises an eyebrow, and you almost say yes. But the way he traces his fingers along your slit, long, thick fingertips prodding where your body lets out so much heat, getting wetter by the breath- it’s too much. You slowly shake your head side to side, pouting along when he coaches a noise out of you with the incessant press. “No? You want me to keep going?”

“Please.” That’s all he asks for before burying his face back between your legs with a sigh, repeating the long lick top to bottom on bare skin now, and you shudder when he slips two fingers ever so slowly inside. It instantly feels overwhelming.

“Mhm, s’all you had to say.” He grins into your thighs and hums, then flicks his tongue hard and slow. “Though I’d like to hear you beg.” Maybe it’s the idea of how wrong it is, how wrong he is for you, but the way he pushes his tongue between your bottom lips and sucks hard and messy, taking all of you and lapping you up like he’s been starved for weeks, it feels heavenly. “Y’taste so fucking good, holy fuck.”

You can’t help yourself. His tongue is doing miracles, feeling better than anything anyone’s ever done to you. Your hands shake as you alternate between keeping him close and tugging him back to allow a breath. “Uncle Issei,” you squeak when his fingers push past the ring of muscles a few times, curling into your softness and licking at the pussy nub at the top of your slit. “U-uncle Issei, please.” He moans your name back into your pussy as he seems to press even closer, not that he can, and pushes his tongue along into the clenching hole.

You mewl again, trying not to wrap your leg around him to keep him there, the perfect pressure on your clit, stubble on your most sensitive parts. He licks you clean until you can’t open your eyes without tearing up, before he finally pulls back for breath and drops your leg back to the floor, pulling at your skirt to rid you of it completely. You sink down without his support, sitting flat and panting, wet pussy dripping as you watch him unbutton his shirt much too slow for your taste. When he finishes, you start pushing it off his shoulders and crawl into his lap, aching for more closeness, and Issei smiles.

“My pretty girl needs more, hm?” He grabs your jaw and lays a soft kiss at the edge of your lips before pushing his wet fingers up to your mouth, letting you wrap your lips around them with a soft noise of displeasure. But it doesn’t last for long when you suck on the digits and let him push far back, gagging you. Spit drips down his fingers and hand as he watches you, breathes you in and lets you roll your pussy on the bump of his crotch until you get tired. Then he circles your lips with his fingertips, and nudges them apart. “Open up. Got a present to give you.”

You do, listen so well as you drop your mouth open and let your tongue lul out, barely reacting when he tugs it and more spit leaks down your tongue, your chin and his fingers. It doesn’t have the time to cool before he swipes it up and licks it off his own fingers, then hovering his mouth over yours. “So pretty, my pretty, little niece. Who would’ve expected the little angel of the family to end up grinding herself on her uncle’s cock like a whore, hm?” The grin on his lips glitters in this light, looking endlessly perfect to you.

“Y’like that?” he coos, still pinching your tongue and having drool mess up your face, run down his wrist. You nod, can’t help it. You try to mumble his name with your tongue out of your mouth, grinding yourself on him harder, pushing the fold of the fabric to push against your clit. And he chuckles softly at your eagerness, letting a softer look pass over his face before he hums back, helping your hips along his hardening cock. “Open wider,” he says when he leans in, you do.

Only a moment you think he’ll kiss you, but then something warm and wet lands on your tongue. Spit— his spit pools on the wet surface of your tongue and runs down, and Issei raises an eyebrow. The idea alone that he spit on your tongue, degrading you with no filter whatsoever shouldn’t turn you on, it shouldn’t have you trembling in his lap with your pussy spilling more slick onto the crotch of his jeans. But you can’t help it, you mewl as you let him push the wetness around on your tongue. “Drop it and I’ll give you something worse to drink. Now be good and swallow my fucking spit before I fuck that pretty pussy of yours.”

You aren’t allowed to close your mouth as he plays his fingers in your mouth like it’s nothing, pressing against the back of your throat as you swallow around them, unable to hold the wet sounds of your mouth and your cunny at this point. It’s filthy, and uncle Issei looks so pleased. You can’t look away. This time when he pulls his fingers out of your mouth, he’s not gentle. He’s not patient. He just pushes you over onto your hands and knees and pulls your underwear down in one smooth pull, nudging your thighs apart. The sound of the zipper between your breaths is loud and makes your hole clench in anticipation, winking as he rubs a rough thumb over it again and again to spread around the wetness dripping down your cunt.

“Been thinking of you for so long, princess,” he leans down to kiss a line down the small of your back, before shuffling in between your legs as he shoves his pants and boxers down and lets you feel the thick, heavy press between your legs. So big, so heavy that you hold your breath, dropping your chin to your chest to look under your body at his cock. Swollen and flushes, it twitches against you, and you reach a hand below you to grip at him between your legs. He’s so hot and thick and heavy in your hand, feeling his heartbeat as you squeeze around the shaft, before moaning along with him.

“Holy fuck, uncle Issei, you’re so big. I- I don’t know if,” you choke, pushing yourself to rub your pussy along the top of him.

He snorts, though it’s lost in his groan when you rub your clit along his flared head, gripping your hips tighter. You don’t have much faith when he thrusts forward against you and his hips level with yours, only showing off how deep he’ll be. “You can. You can,” he whispers, letting you rub yourself along him until your slick and his precum is one wet mess between your legs. “That’s it, pretty girl. Gonna take your uncle’s cock so well, hm? Want it inside?”

“Yes, yes yes yes,” you whimper, letting go of him to stuff your own fingers into your mouth and taste your mixture of wet, taste him too. “Wan’it so bad. I wanna feel you.” Every touch to your clit makes you shiver on your knees, forgetting all about the hurt when he finally lines up and the fat head pushes against your hole, his one hand clamping down hard on your hips. “Ahgn- ‘ncle ‘Ssei, please. Feels so good.”

The press of his thick cock against you instantly stretches your walls, sinking down to rest your head on your arms and rolling your hips back against him. Tears leak out of your eyes when he pushes in more, and your voice gets even more tight and whimpery when his thumb pushes up to your puckered hole along with a shallow thrust. “Fuck, fu-baby, so fucking tight. God, you’re squeezing me so tight.” He thrusts deeper, spreading you open inch by inch as you shiver. It hurts, yet feels so good that you can’t think of anything other than his cock fucking into you, frow slow, shallow thrusts to deeper and harder, curling his thumb inside you for more pressure.

By the time he’s able to comfortably roll his hips into you, you’re a drooling, wet mess under him, pussy so full you feel him press up against your cervix and leave your legs barely supporting your weight. Your cunt and clit twitch for him each time his hips meet yours, bumping so deep into your walls you can’t even keep your eyes open. “Uncle Issei, ‘m gonna cum. Gonna cum, gonna cum, ah- ahng.”

“Yeah? Wanna cream all over my cock, pretty girl? Make even more of a mess?” You don’t get the chance to respond before he pinches your clit and sends you straight over the edge, vision going black as the wave of pleasure clashes down on you and he fucks you through it, pushing his cock so far inside you it should hurt. “That’s it, that’s it, cum for me.”

But it’s just amazing, a rush of pleasure as he fucks you open through your orgasm, walls clenching desperately around him. You feel him pull out to let some of your cum spill out and down your legs, before wrapping an arm under your body and pulling you up against his chest, pressing kisses along your neck.

“There you go, baby, so good for me.” He breathes deeply into your skin, before sliding his cock back into the mess between your legs, humming. “You’re warmed up now, right? I think it’s my turn.”

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[iwaasfairy]

fairyyyyy big hunky meian having a younger gf and ppl thinking she doesn’t get dicked down often, just because he’s older. they think maybe at most once a week, but in reality they fuck like bunnies all the time <3 you just feel so empty without his fat cock inside one of your holes, meian can’t have his baby upset!his stamina is 4/5 after all! the jackals hate going over to their house because every single time meian’s balls deep in his perfect little girlfriend. it doesn’t matter if they showed up on time to hang out, if meian wants to get his dick wet he will get his wish. ∩^ω^∩

i feel like i honestly ascended with this one,, it just,, hit something so primal in me, something so truly desperate my soul left my body and flew towards the light. the thing is too, this is absolutely true and meian doesn’t take very kindly to those kinds of rumors. He takes care of his baby more than well enough,, and also true, MSBY has walked in on you two fucking so much. Morning, afternoon, out drinking? doesn’t matter, he’ll be in your guts ꒰˘̩̩̩⌣˘̩̩̩๑꒱♡

tw semi-public, daddy kink, size kink, lil degradation

There’s a hand on your head as he keeps you in place, looking through the mirror at your reflection as he hisses, arching your back a bit more. Your hips propped up onto the sink and your one hand planted against the mirror as he slaps the head of his cock against your slicking pussy again, ignoring your pout when he takes another second to slip his boxers down his legs entirely. “Stop looking at me like that, angel.” Voice dropping low as he pushes your legs apart more with a knee and presses a kiss to your temple. “I’ll fuck you when I want, how I want.”

“You always want to,” you mumble though, moaning when he yanks your head back a bit and the sting only makes you wetter. “Daddy, please. Need you, need your fat cock inside. Hurry up please, I’m ready, I’m ready.” You shake your hips onto him, before you push back a little against his hold to feel the drooling head of his cock rub over your clit, but it’s still not enough. You whine when you catch his eyes in the reflection, then reach back to pull at the shirt he didn’t take off, watching as he pumps his cock in his slicked up fist a few more times. “Please stuff me full! I can take it.”

“I know.” When he does actually push in, you’re not sure whether to thank him for only having had you before you got ready because your slick pussy lets him push in a couple inches right off the bat, stretching you open so wide your eyes roll back. ‘Oh’ is all you manage to say when he pushes in more, one hand dropping your face to grab at your hips and slowly pull your cunny back onto him. It’s always a ridiculously tight fit. “Only because you can’t go half a day without whining for daddy’s cock. Walking around stretched and full of cum like that, my filthy baby. “ When he reaches the end of you you know he still has more to go, but you bite your lip and shake your head at him.

Your grip is so tight on the sink by now you’re scared it’ll shatter under your hands. You mumble a slurred sentence, and he chuckles as he reaches down to grab your tits, squeezing and pulling enough to leave you going towards the edge fast. Bottomed out and letting you adjust, he leans into you. “You’re really just my little cock sleeve.” As he starts pulling out you suddenly dig your nails into him, pushing yourself back onto him with trembling legs when he pushes up against your cervix from the ruthless position. If you do say something, the pressure between your legs and the surging heat is all you notice, but Meian must understand you because he hums. “It’s okay baby, cum on this fat cock. It’s all yours.”

“Ah, ah, ah!” He only rocks his hips back and forth the tiniest bit into your gushing, clenching pussy, sneaking an arm below you to rub and flick your clit. “Fuckfuckfuckfuck, gonna-” And before you know it you’re coming around him again for the nth time today, walls gripping so tight he groans and pulls out more to give you a few proper thrusts through your orgasm that make you jerk forward each thrust. “Hng, h- thank y- haaa, daddy! Holy fuck, feels- s’good!” You barely get time to think when a voice calls your name from the other side of the door, knocking with a hard fist.

“Is that you?” Atsumu asks, and you can’t even think of an answer when the man between your legs pushes in all the way again and makes you see stars, biting your bottom lip hard enough to make permanent indents. “Are you good?” Meian grunts softly as he lifts one of your knees onto the sink though, now really setting rhythm as his cock fucks you open and wet slaps fill the room. After another second of silence on the other side of the door, one you ruin by moaning when he rolls your nipple between his fingers and watches you push yourself back for his touch too. “Oh— are ya getting fucked again?! God damnit, I gotta use the toilet!”

The smacking only gets louder when his balls and skin pound into yours, your forehead dropping to the mirror. And it seems impossible, but you can feel it building yet again. “We’ll be—” you try, only to slap a hand over your mouth when a string of moans falls out.

“She’s trying to say we’ll be out in a bit. Now go away so I can fuck my girlfriend how she deserves.”

#🍯honey.pot #tw.semipublic #tw.daddy #tw.degradation #tw.sizekink #💫ch.meian #🥧voy.meian #meian shugo x reader #meian shugo #meian smut #meian x reader #haikyuu smut #msby smut

[iwaasfairy]

𝙿𝙴𝚃𝚄𝙻𝙰𝙽𝚃

he does his very best to give you everything, you know this better than most. so the least you can do is not get jealous. you don’t get jealous... just maybe get a little fussy instead.

.wordc. 4k+ tw (step)daddy, size kink, belly bulge, degradation, hairpulling, spit, jealousy

With his teeth in the crook of your neck with his strong arms looped around your -in comparison- tiny body, he pounds his hips up into you until your eyes roll back in your skull. “Needy- fucking- bitch,” the muffled grunts come with each thrust, and all you can do is keep your fingers stuffed into your mouth and holding onto the short hairs at the base of his skull. “Like having a cock too big to stuff your dirty, cockhungry cunt?”

“Yeah, love your— fat cock.” Each wet slap of your pussy being battered by a dick too big for you rings way too loud in the quiet of the otherwise abandoned room, his huge cock going so deep it pushes up against the edge of your poor walls. Your fingers and chin are covered in spit, eyes closed tight and tits bouncing with the motions, unable to even close your legs for a little reprieve. “So deep.”

The bench creaks against the motions. And he rests his forehead onto your shoulder for a moment to hold you down, breathing deeply. “Gonna cum?” His voice so low and gravelly, body radiating heat that leaves you both with sweat rolling down exposed skin. You think you nod in response, but it’s hard to tell when your head’s so cloudy you can’t tell left from right, trying to keep from crying out. “Wanted daddy’s cock so bad you had to beg for it like a whore, so you better.” Then he’s moving again, one hand dropping to your ass to help you along with the ruthless pace he sets in your wet slit.

“C-can’t,” you cry around your fingers when his chest brushes up against your overstimulated nipples, clenching around the heat and dripping all over him. “Wanna -quit, mhm-wan’cum. ‘S too big.” Your thighs strain with the effort to drop yourself at his rhythm, your muscles clenching more each time your clit rubs against the coarse hair around his cock. “So close, daddy!” Your voice, muffled and high pitched, is still no match for the lewd sounds that fill the room and his heavy grunts. You moan at the way his frown digs a little deeper, biting his lip in focus. “Yes, yes, ah-please!” With a few more thrusts, you drop down onto his cock all the way until it pushes against your cervix, and the tight coil in your belly snaps. “Sh- mhm— thankyouthankyou daddy!”

“Fuck,” he hisses, “milk my cock, slut.” Your walls clench around him so hard you see double, pulling your wet fingers out of your mouth to dig them into the hard muscles of his shoulders with a loud string of incoherent begs. And he follows close after, filling your belly with warmth until his thick cum spills out and makes even more of a mess. But he only stops until your body slumps entirely against his chest, so fucked out your toes tingle, and the blood rushing in your head is so loud you can’t hear anything else. He keeps you tight to his hot body, breathing deeply against your sticky skin.

Everything after that moves quicker, sadly. Your head is still pounding a little as he helps you off his lap and onto your feet, wiping your drool off your face and kissing your lips until you manage to lift your arms enough to get your shirt back on. You don’t even know how many minutes pass in silence as he helps you clean up, allowing you the time to come back to earth. “Tired?” he asks, and you nod along, collapsing against his chest with a deep whine.

“I don’t think I want to try walking for at least half an hour.” You stand and watch as he drops his boxers and digs through his bag for his gear, quick to put it all on. Though his grin grows wider the longer you stare at him, you’re not even trying to hide it. Jersey stretching over his wide chest and shoulders, before he tucks himself into fresh boxers and shorts.

“Enjoying yourself?” he chuckles when you bite your lip, nodding cutely. You go to stand onto the bench with a little sigh to motion him over, taking a brief moment to fix his hair as his large hand rests at the small of your back. Pretty hazel eyes watching you with a revering gaze. When you’re done, he clicks his tongue. “Gotta rush out there, pretty thing, I gotta go to warm-ups.” He presses a quick kiss to your pouty lips as he helps your underwear back up your body, but his gaze lingers for a moment too long for you to believe the responsible front he’s putting on. Even if he doesn’t admit it, the way his hands come to paw at your tummy says enough, pushing on it a little until you grab his wrist and squeak.

“Daddy!”

The wet squelch of his cum gushing out of you into the drenched fabric is enough to have heat rising to your face again. “Leaking my cum into those pretty panties?” You fake a frown, but enjoy the way his fingers trail up your body under his shirt. “Hm, that’s too bad.” The little purse of his lips quickly morphs back into a smile when you push his arms away from your body. “I’ll see you in a few hours,” he promises, stuffing his bag into the locker. Everyone’s definitely already warming up in the other gym. If anything you’re lucky that they haven’t come around to find their captain yet. “Cheer for me?”

“Of course, daddy,” you say back, eyeing him down a little longer. He really does look too damn unholy in the tight uniform, sending you a last little look that already has your insides warming again.

+

There’s very little that can make you jealous. You’ve won over a lot of obstacles to be with Meian the way you are, and though it’s technically a secret, the gazes his teammates send you when you cheer for your daddy or come around training a bit earlier than you should to watch him are far from unknowing. Of course the large majority of the crowd doesn’t know though, so it’s easy to blend into the cheers of the supporters. In all black and gold, there’s few things you enjoy more than showing off to everyone what you mean to him, jumping and cheering from the stands. You don’t care that they don’t know who you are, or that some of his fans send daggers into your back with their glares.

After all, it’s not for nothing that your skirt shows off the bruises and hickeys on your thighs, his jacket falling way down your body like it could be a dress. The number four on the back also painted on your face as you wave your banner excitedly back and forth. He sends a quick glance back, eyebrows furrowed to look for your face in the mess of people, and grins when he spots you. You wave and smile, letting your heart make a jump when he winks at you, then turning back to the team. This little game between you two is nothing new— hell, most of the players have their own little routines. The first set went by so quickly, and your side of the area is ecstatic, buzzing with excitement.

But as the whistle rings, there’s a distinct murmur right behind you that is harder to ignore by the second. “He winked this way, did you see?” “Who did? Him?” “The Captain, number 4. Meian Shugo.” You really try your best to ignore them, try to watch the game progress below you, but it’s so hard when they seem to be only one of two rows behind you. And loud at that. “At— that girl over there that’s wearing his number, you think? She looks way young.” “I know he got divorced not too long ago, you think that’s his new girl? What a shame.” The longer the conversation continues, the more you have to fight the urge to turn around, tapping your foot on the floor to quell your nerves.

“Ugh, just imagine what a man like that can do,” one of the girls sighs after a while, and even the man to your side turns around to give them a little glare. “What? Are we not allowed to talk?” she hisses, cutting her argument short when the man turns back at the sound of another whistle, the opposing team coming up to serve. They are clearly not here for the enjoyment of the sport, and though you can understand it to a degree, there’s a certain self consciousness that creeps up your spine when they continue, under their breath. “Whatever, even if he has a girlfriend, that doesn’t mean we can’t go say hi after the match. I wanna know what he’s like with a body like that.” “Yeah, same. I’d love to see what’s underneath those shorts. Ride him until he’s out of breath.”

The shrill laugh of the girls is all you can hear through the cheers, clinging a bit harder to the banner in your hands. And it’s so stupid to get jealous, but the way they talk about him hits a part of you that you don’t like giving into. After all, you’re living in the same house as him and currently have his cum soaking into your panties, but no one is allowed to know. And you’re not so sure if that’ll ever change. “If that’s really his girlfriend, I feel bad for him. She looks like she never takes charge in anything, let alone the bedroom.” Her friend snickers. “You’re so right, poor guy.” MSBY suddenly scores a point, knocking you out of your daze when the entire crowd jumps forward in cheers, squishing you to the bannister a little more. And Meian smacks the grey-haired spiker on the back with a smile, before turning back towards the stands to send you another glance.

But the smile you manage to send him is only superficial, fisting your hands into his jersey a bit tighter. The rest of the match continues mostly as normal after, with you ending up waiting patiently outside the changing rooms. And though you know you shouldn’t let it unnerve you, though you know it’s just simple gossip among friends, their words stick to the forefront of your thoughts while he keeps his distance as long as he’s with the team and through the crowd of interviewers until you both get into the car.

You get into the driver as he slumps into the passenger seat, exhausted and ready to get out of the mess of loud people to go home and sleep it off as soon as possible. “Don’t fall asleep yet, daddy, I won’t be able to get you out of the car.” You start the car with a few glances to the side of his face, a tired but contented smile on his lips when you back out of the parking lot and away from the mass of people, an agreeing hum low and calm in between you two for the first time in a few hours. Only then does his large hand find it’s way to your skin again, dropping into your lap to draw soft circles onto the inside of your thigh.

“I missed you, baby.”

“Yeah,” you drop your bottom lip from between your teeth, “missed you too.”

+

When you wake up with a jolt, the first thing you notice is how tight your chest feels. You’re hot all over, slotted against his chest on your side, and judging by how wet you are you’ve been this way for a while. Flushed, and your belly awfully empty. And you’ve learned what happens if you take care of yourself, definitely not in the mood to risk it. So you do the only thing you can do and shift your hips back more, pressing your ass against the bugle in his boxers. No wonder you woke up hot and bothered. “Hmm,” you whine a little when you push back more and rub your covered pussy up and down his center. You can’t help it, you want daddy’s cock more than anything right now.

It doesn’t take long for your motions to shake him awake, definitely when you bring your hand down between your legs to rub up against his half hard cock, grabbing him through the fabric. A deep rumble falls from his chest when you pull the boxers down enough to let his dick out, spitting onto your hand to grab for him. You rub your wet palm over the head of his cock a few times before wrapping your fingers around him— as much as you can at least with the size of it, still rocking your hips back against him and getting more wet by the second. “What d’ya think you’re doin,” he sighs under his breath as he cracks one eye open, grunting at the way you’re rubbing your desperate cunny along the length of him over and over.

“Woke up needing you so bad,” you bring out, just letting your panties get more and more wet the longer you continue. And his cock twitches in between your legs as you work your fingers around, rubbing the precum around all over the pretty head of his cock until he bucks his hips back against you. It presses up against you more the harder you try, tilting your hips to allow him to touch your clit over and over. “Need daddy’s cock inside,” you admit under your breath, shifting away for just a second to rid yourself of the fabric sticking to your pussy. When you’re barely done with that he’s already pulling you back to his body to push his cock between your folds a few times without actually going in. It makes your entire body heated, hairs standing on end and getting more slick by the second. You grab onto his wrist for support in pushing back against him. “Ha-nhg, please-daddy feels so good, so warm.”

You even shift your legs apart best you can to get more friction and access, something that makes him hum. His chest pressed up against your back makes you feel even smaller, packed muscles and strong arms caging you in against him. “You want it so bad, baby?” He shifts onto one elbow behind you to look at your face, how you’re tearing up with the overwhelming heat and need setting your body alight. The hot, leaking head pushes against your hole and pushes in a tiny bit, only to pull back and slap his fat cock against your pussy with a wet ‘pap’ each time. “Wanna have it in here, fill you up, filthy girl?”

“Yes!” you instantly reply, shivering when he uses his free hand to shove your shirt up your body to reveal your tits, rising and falling desperately against the heat. He rubs his thumb over each a few times, then grabbing your tits into his giant hand and squeezing softly. Still teasing the heavy head of his giant cock between your legs while you’re leaving your shiny wetness all over him. Your hips instinctively push back against him when he brings the head back to your hole, trying to lower onto it, only to be stopped by his hand on your hip. You can’t help the whine that comes out at that, still pushing back as much as you can.

“Pleasepleaseplease, daddy!! Ah-ple-hng.” You push his hand back away from your hip and reach between your legs again to push him back up to your dripping pussy again, slowly starting to sink yourself onto him. It never goes easy because he’s just that big, but the stretch of just pushing back on him is enough to have you moaning out, dropping your face into the plush. “Please, want your big -hm- cock. Wanna have daddy ruin me.” He keeps you in place again though, slowly rocking his hips around in circles to stretch you out more, popping back out again and you have to hold the overwhelming urge to kick your feet, instead arching your back and leaning into his hand when he pinches your nipples hard. “J-Fu— Wan’it, wan’it!” 

“Oh, the fucking brat knows what she wants?” he mumbles back as he guides himself back between your legs, not holding you down this time. Instead he just grabs onto your thigh as he rolls his hips, your eyes stinging with wetness. “Go ahead then. Got my cocksleeve all needy and worked up and I haven’t even done anything yet.” It’d be easier to ignore his taunting tone if it wasn’t paired with a thrust, shoving another two thick inches into your gushing cunny until you’re crying and shaking on his cock, not sure if you want to get back off or not. The stretch is so painfully good, walls fluttering around the wide intrusion desperately. You roll your hips though, whimpering at the feeling of him spearing you open so wide. It’s not fair. You had him earlier today, but it feels like you’re being stretched for the first time all over again.

“Daddy, please, wanna cream around it, have it break me open please,” you reach back to cling to his forearm, taking a few deep breaths and crying out when it causes his cock to slide even further in. But for as much as you’re struggling, you know that there’s nothing more you want than all of him filling you out. “Need it, ack, d-deep. More, daddy, quickly!” you beg, forcing yourself back and onto him more again, your eyes rolling back in your skull when you arch your back and his cock presses up so good against your gummy, drooling walls. “Please use my holes as you need, ‘s all for you, daddy.” At this point you’re so fed up not being able to take more at once that you pound your little fist onto his thigh a few times and shake your head through your tears, pulling his hand in between your legs. “Put it— mhm-ahh, deeper, please!”

The little request along with the way you roll your hips back on half of his cock like a bitch in heat leaves him stunned, gripping you close by your belly as the hand between your legs rubs messy circles over your clit. “Fuck— What’s got you so fucking desperate?” he hisses when you clench on his cock again, pushing in more at your whimpers. “That feel good?” The way he’s filling you up alone is enough to have your belly tightening like crazy, going crazy at the touches to your puffy nub.

“Yes-hng, yeah, more, moremoremore. Want it all,” you nod, squeezing your own tits and breathing, feeling how he slides in further and further and the messy, quick motions of his two fingers to your clit go even faster. “All of you, ple-ah!” Same time as you try to catch your breath a little, going lightheaded, he bottoms out inside you with a hard thrust, and the coil in your belly pulls so tight you can feel it all the way to your feet. He keeps rubbing, rutting his cock almost in place to stretch you out a little more, but you don’t even get to warn him as your eyes pull closed and your pussy clenches around him like a vice. “Fuckfuckfuckfuck— daddy!” You squirm as your orgasm travels through you, vision spotting black and white and that enormous heat filling your belly.

But you barely take a break to breathe before you’re turning over your shoulder to lean into his collarbones, grabbing onto his shoulder and breathing heavily against his skin. “Daddy’s cock is mine, all mine. Only for me,” you bring out, lifting your leg over his thigh for better access, tears being smushed around your cheeks. He obliges though, pulling out and pushing back inside faster, inside your sensitive cunny with the flushed head of his cock kissing your cervix each time he fills you out. 

Your brabbling is barely coherent anymore, sticking so close and rolling your hips as best as you can. “Only belongs inside me. Your pretty cock’s hmh-all mine.” Though you can’t see it though your tears, his lip is pulled between his teeth, pretty eyes focussed on the way your face changes with each thrust, in awe of your words. You’re not normally this mouthy, but the words just keep coming.“‘M gonna take all of your cum like a g-good- girl,” you moan and whine, and he pulls you even closer by your waist to thrust up into you a bit faster. “No one else.”

“Yeah,” he hums, now using his thighs to fuck up into you and to make your tits bounce, the bed banging against the wall with each thrust. He grabs onto your hair to keep your back arched for him and presses a kiss to your wet cheek, moaning. “S’all yours, pretty baby.” 

“No one else -ah-can touch your cock or sit on it, okay?” you mumble, mindlessly nodding your head when he grunts your name under his breath, the pace now knocking the air out of your lungs. “Just— your good girl- ah, ah, ah, f-forever! Wanna feel your cock up here until you can’t give any more, daddy!” You manage to bring your hand to your belly to push a little against the bulge that shows each time he bottoms out, balls and hips slapping against you and the wetness of your creamed pussy around his cock filling the room.

“Shit- Look at you being all possessive,” Meian takes a deep breath and brings his hand back between your legs again, cock twitching inside you. Each thrust of his fat cock inside your ruined walls brings you back closer to your high, and the heavy, dirty words he growls when your walls flutter around him. “Little, slutty cunt drooling all over me— fuck, baby, taking me so well. You like feeling daddy’s huge cock filling you up to the brim?”

“Yes, feels so good! So big, hng-good- inside, ah— daddy, daddy!” The heat between your bodies building so hot you can’t think straight. All you know is that you’ve never felt so good, his length driving you open and bulging your belly so perfectly. Your heartbeat is so loud between your ears, neck and back held tight in place and your ass jiggling with his relentless fucking. “Ahng! Ah, ah, ah, always want to cream on your fat cock, no one else gets to. Only me- f-for daddy!” More, tighter, it builds to a peak again like the rhythmic pounding of the headboard into the wall, your cries choked and drool covering your lips, swollen from your consistent biting. “Ah- haaaa, please, wanna cum on your cock again. Gonna—”

“Already?” He brings out a surprised huff, but keeps going and even faster, close as well.

“Mhm! Ah- yes, love your big cock so much, feels -mhm- s’good!” you cry as you’re bounced on his cock all pathetically, squeezing your own tits and nipples for the most amount of stimulation. It’s inevitable when he notices how close you are and rubs your clit even faster again, making your legs shake. “S’g-good, please, wanna c-cum. Don’t stop, don’t stop, wan’ -hmng- d- ah, cumming! Cum—ming-hng -ah, ahng!”

You hit your high even harder than before, vision completely blacking for a few seconds as he helps you through it without hesitating, thrusting your spasming walls open again and again and again. Pushing up against your cervix a few more times with pleasurable pain that leaves your body shaking and pussy creaming around his cock all over again. “Daddy, daddy, daddy!” you mumble out, as he spurts his hot ropes of cum into your pussy, fucking it into you until you’re both twitching from overstimularion.

He lets go of your hair and slumps into you then, keeping you warm in his arms and pulling you close to his sweaty chest. Both of your hearts hammering in different patterns against your rib cages, his cock kept inside you. It’s Meian who catches his breath first, slowly untangling himself from your body to look down at you through narrowed eyes, ever so slowly pulling out of you after all. “Baby,” comes his chastising tone first, and you whine at it, but he’s quick to keep you just as close to press his lips to your jaw. “That was so stupidly hot,” he breathes, “locking around my cock like a fuckin’ vice.” You crack open one eye to watch him inspect you top to bottom, then playing with the edge of the shirt still shoved up above your tits. “What the fuck was that all about?”

But you just give him a lazy grin, and snuggle closer to his chest. “I’ll tell you later, daddy.”

#tw.stepcest #tw.sizekink #tw.degradation #💫ch.meian #🥧daddy.meian #tw.spit #meian shugo x reader #meian shugo #msby smut #haikyuu smut #meian smut #meian x reader

[iwaasfairy]

imagine meian asking you to cockwarm him while he's having dinner with his teammates, but he's rubbing your pretty lil' clit so harshly bc he wants everyone to see that you're a slut for his monster cock 🤲🏻

i imagined, i saw the light, i want to lay down and curl up in a ball now because this isn’t currently happening to me and i’m not happy about it ( Ĭ ^ Ĭ ) but i hope you enjoy bby, thank you for the thirst ♡

tw cockwarming, voyeurism, semi-public, masturbation, size kink, praise

Your tears are blurring your vision, Meian’s cock enough to have your breath shallow and sliding so much deeper inside with each breath that you have to grip the edge of the table for support. “You like having this big cock stuffing that greedy pussy, dont’cha?” You can’t see them through your shaky vision, eyes refusing to focus on any of the guys around the table, only able to feel as his warm body presses up against you and has you a dripping, shaking mess. “Like being a little cockslut in front of everyone.”

But you know what is happening if the wet clicks are anything to go by, cocks being stroked to the sight of you, and soft swears blurring into the background when he laves open mouth kisses along your cheek and neck. “Shugo,” you manage to whisper though your gasps, “please fuck me, can’t take it anymore. I’ve- ah- been good, so please make me cum on your cock. Mhm— want them to see who -ah, ah, who I belong to.” You know what it does to him when you get wordy like that, but you can’t help it. Having to sit still on his cock is near impossible.

“Wanna cum in front of the guys that bad you can’t even control yourself, hah? We’re in public,” he mocks, and though you’re in a separate room that much is true. The table in front’s been cleared though, and now it’s only you and the fat cock snug inside you that’s holding everyone’s attention. “Wanna be treated like a little whore then?”

“Yes, yes,” you instantly coo, rolling your ass into his lap and squeezing around him. He grunts, before reaching up and grabbing a fistful of hair at the base of your skull. “Ah, Shugo, s’good, so— hng, big.”

“Come on Captain,” you think it’s Atsumu who mumbles it, but you’re too lost to notice. Or care. “Why are’ya teasin’ her?” You moan when he pulls out a few inches to slam back inside to fill you right back up, pushing against that spot so well it has you seeing stars. As if you hadn’t been close the entire fifteen minutes where he’d been working his cock into you without them knowing. Now you just want to cum, eagerly pushing back on him.

“Fuckin’ — fine,” he says, “watch my pretty cockwhore take it so well.”

Your mouth is cracked open when he pushes the head of his cock snuggly against your cervix, bumping it and having you shaking in his lap. And though it hurts, you can’t help but whine for more, twisting your hips back and arching your back. It’s adorable, and he tells you as much as he kisses along your jaw before grabbing your thigh to help you back up and down on him. Fat cock twitching when you slide back down, heat of his body against yours and all the eyes on you leaving you a sticky, aching mess. “Oh f-yes, thank you,” you mewl.

He smiles when you bend forward for him, giving more access to your dripping slit and the pretty way you suck him in, sliding back inside your heat. Even though your dripping down his cock and balls, it’s still a tight fit, taking him always leaving you a bit sore by sheer size. But you’re happy to spread your legs more for him, twitching when the rough pads of his fingers glide into the mess and collect your slick to bring it back up to your clit. “Feel good, doll?” You nod your head wildly when he tugs your hair, curving so prettily and sitting back down on his cock over and over with each of his thrusts.

His one hand rubbing your clit hard and fast, circling the bud a few times and then rubbing over it without end. With the giant length driving your narrow walls open, your tongue drops out, spit collecting on it and making a mess of you and the table. “You’re taking me so well, baby, so nice and wet. Y’like being watched like this, hm? Like being fucked so good in front of everyone?

The tight grip on your head doesn’t leave, but you’re too fucked out to give a response through the tears that run down your cheeks and the choked moans. Each time his huge cock pushes up against your womb you lose yourself a little more, eyes rolling back at the feeling of being split so wide. Wet slaps each time your skin meets his, being fucked open so well.

He pushes you down more after a second, leveling your chest with the cold table and standing up so he can properly fuck into you, growling your name. “Tell them how much you like having them stroke their cocks to you, come on.” The demand is almost lost on you with the heat swelling between your legs, orgasm so close you can taste it. But with the ruthless thrusts into your little pussy going so hard and fast, face squished against the table, you wildly nod anyway.

He leans over you more, gripping your hip so tight and hauling one leg up and resting it in front of Sakusa, who’s glistening cock is so red and hard it must hurt. You can barely see anything through your tears except the dark eyes aimed right at you and the way your pretty face is wet with drool and tears and sweat. Meian grunts as he spanks your ass, firm enough to have you squeaking out a swear at the sting. “I want them to remember your voice each time they cum, and how you’re all mine. Fuckin’ say it.”

“Love it, loveit— s-so much!” you cry, “love having your team watch us! Holy fuck, you feel so g-goo—d.” Your voice grows even more pinched and desperate when his hand slips under you to rub his middle finger over your puffy nub until you’re squirming in his hold, so painfully close. “Oh, fuck. Oh fuck! Gon- na— gonna cum, gonna cum, please don’t stop. God, please. Pleasepleaseplease.”

There’s more noise in the room, groans and grunts and the distinct sound of cocks being pumped into their fists, but you can’t pay attention to any of that when Meian fucks straight into that spot again each time he fills you, making you hold your breath.

Your vision blurs as your eyes cross, gripping for any kind of hold on the table as your knees lock and the muscles in your thighs strain so hard it hurts. “Aaah— haa Shugo,” you choke out, before biting your bottom lip with your head kept down. You come around the huge cock still thrusting in and out of you with soft, fucked out moans before he grips your hips so tight they’ll definitely bruise, and pounds into you even harder. You ignore the pain in favour of letting him use your spent body to cum too, before pulling you back down into his lap despite the sting of overstimulation so he can keep you close.

It’s only when you regain more awareness that you notice everyone’s already cum, and that the knocking at the door grows louder. “They’re here with the drinks,” Adriah says after a moment of hesitation, glancing between the room and the door with a huge flush on his handsome face. But Meian just wraps his arms around you to keep you nice in place around his cock, and nods.

“Well, don’t make ‘em wait.”

#haikyuu smut #meian shugo x reader #meian shugo #meian smut #msby smut #💫ch.meian #🍯honey.pot #tw.cockwarming #tw.semipublic #tw.voyeurism #tw.sizekink #🥧voy.meian

[iwaasfairy]

𝙶𝙴𝚃 𝚂𝙴𝚃

this is entirely self indulgent bc i dreamed this and needed to get it out of my brain. the cervix killer doms will now take up all of my brain power for the next four business weeks thank you (i really wanted to add romero and sokolov in there as well but i don’t know them that well so maybe in the future! they’re also cervix killers tho hmmmm)

.wordc. 2k+ (i tried so hard to keep it shorter than normal djshjnfks) tw gangbang, free use, anal, cockwarming, daddy, size kink, spit, age gap (meian’s pretty, young girlfriend being used ♡ the dream)

When you’re rocked awake, it’s because soft kisses are trailed down the expanse of your neck, your body feeling tight and heated already. It takes a few moments to come to, blinking your sleep-filled eyes against the light peeking through the curtain. “Mornin’,” a voice comes, a deep rumble that is breathed into your hair and trembles through your body with how close he’s pressed to your back. “My pretty baby,” he chuckles when a soft whine falls from your throat, then followed by a choked gasp when you remember the state he left you in when falling asleep.

Cock still hard inside you, your hole fluttering around it as he shifts his hips. “Ah, daddy—,” you whimper, sleep leaving your body much quicker when you realize how wet you are, “did you -hm, even sleep?” Your squeaked voice makes him laugh, pulling your smaller body back into his and tangling his long legs with yours. Every shift pulls a noise from your mouth though, because though you’ve taken his cock plenty of times before, it’s still a massive stretch to take him.

“Mhm. Woke up an hour ago tho.” Your cheeks heat up when he presses a kiss to your cheek, before suddenly grabbing onto your waist and shoulders. Before you can ask, not that you’re awake enough to say much of use anyway, he rolls the both of you over so he’s laying on his back and you whine at the teasing shift of his hips. “Gotta wake up, baby girl, m’gonna have to leave for practice in a bit.” He keeps your back on his chest as he motions his hand towards your thigh, and you whimper when lifting your knees towards your chest.

He grabs them for you and keeps them against your chest, before letting out a deep breath. “Such a good girl for me,” the affectionate words are pressed to your cheek, before he holds your hips in place to pull back out of your clenching hole so slowly. “Want daddy to fuck you like this?” he asks, and you close your eyes when nodding, trying not to tense up when the head of his cock is the only thing remaining inside you. You’re glad for the lube still covering your ass from last night, since it lets him slide right back in with minimal effort, filling out entirely and making your head tilt back with a hiss.

“Hmng- oh,” you gasp, grabbing your own tits to focus on the pleasure of the stretch even more as he pulls out and pistons back in so good, grunting. “Love your cock, daddy, love it- s-so much, feels so good.” He hums as he bottoms out faster, keeping you down against his thrusts as your tits bounce each time his cock fills you. You rub your own nipples to distract from the way your needy pussy clenches around nothing, but it still feels so good. Driving his fat cock into your ass and breathing praises into your ear, you almost forget when you hear the click of the door to the room next door, eyes shooting open.

Towel swung around his shoulders and face and chest still a bit flushed from the hot water, he pauses when glancing at the bed. You must look pretty pathetic right now, in all fairness. Hair a mess and holding onto yourself as Meian doesn’t stop fucking into you for a second, the wet slaps of skin meeting skin almost enough to cover the way you whimper with each thurst. But then Oliver cracks a smile, and closes the door to his hotel room. “Good morning,” he says, bending a little as he walks through the room to your bed. “In a hurry? We still have plenty of time.” He leans down to press a chase kiss on your lips, and when you pout, another one.

Meian grunts as he rolls over now, leaving you back on your side but facing the other man who kneels next to the bed, using the arm he’s resting on to reach over and grab hold of your throat. “Not -oh hmng fuck- in a hurry, just wanting her real bad,” he responds quickly, leaning onto his elbow to watch his teammate. “The rest?” he asks, ignoring the way you arch your back and open your mouth with little gasps, tears creeping up at the corners of your eyes.

“They’re on their way.” Barnes smiles when you whine at that, air constricted and blood rushing between your ears from the pressure, but still needing more. He slips his boxers down his thighs and drops the towel in the same spot on the floor before getting onto the bed with you, trying to give you some room despite the lack of space with two giant men on the bed. The poor queen size shakes, narrowly missing the wall each time Shugo fucks up into you like this. Your pussy dripping around nothing, aching to be filled.

“Daddy, daddy, m’close, please,” you whisper through a squeezed throat, trying to turn over your shoulder for a kiss. He can’t give it though, focused on the way your tiny hole stretches to take the thick length sliding in and out, glistening because of the lube. He lets go of your leg to spank your ass instead, as you whine and cry when the familiar surge of pain comes through you. 

“You know to use your words.” Another one comes down on the same spot, before he kneads the tender skin to soothe it a little. 

“Oh- f-fuck. Fuck, fuck, ahh- daddy,” you cry when he kisses along the side of your neck, biting there and making you shake, blinking against the tears as you drop your face back to the mattress to hide into it, “can you please touch me. M’gonna cum. Can I cum, pretty -hm- p-please?”

His hand quickly finds your clit, circling around it a few times to collect the slick onto his fingers, then rubbing back and forward over the puffy bud just right. You pinch your nipples as you shift, legs clenching and belly pulling so tight, as you’re bounced on his cock without slowing. “Oh- f—fuck, cumming! Daddy, thank you thankyouthankyou! Mhm- so good,” your squeezed voice comes. Your orgasm hits hard, leaving you twitching in his hold and knocking the air out of you. You see back dots before you shut your eyes tight, being fucked through the pleasure until the relentless rubbing of your sensitive clit starts hurting.

“Ah -aah, enough, daddy. Enough, please!” you try to cry against his hand, still tight around your neck.

But he keeps going until you feel him shudder, chasing his own orgasm without slowing his ruthless thrusts, pulling you even closer to his sweat-covered chest. And the overstimulation is worth it to hear his voice. “So —fucking tight, pretty girl,” he grunts, and another pump has him shooting ropes of hot, white cum into your ass as he fucks through it, finally letting go of the tight hold on your neck. Blood rushes back to your brain as you clench around him to milk the last of his cum into your spent body, before he stills behind you with a deep sigh. “Shit, baby, you’re squeezing my cock so tight.”

Oliver sits against the headboard, and reaches over his palm towards your face for a moment, as you try your best to stay coherent at all. “Spit,” he says and you hum softly at his order. As the man behind you kneads the soft skin of your thighs and trails his fingers in between your legs again already, you focus enough to open your mouth as your spit drips into his palm. He spits into his hand too, before wrapping it around his huge cock and moving it up and down so slow. So close, bead of precum going down the length of it and looking so tasty. And the thought alone is enough to have your walls tightening.

Your boyfriend groans when pulling out, before slowly helping you sit up onto the bed and gently tapping your cheek. “Good, doll?” When you let out a little hum, blinking and looking around the room, he blows out a warm laugh, pressing a few kisses to your shoulders.

You don’t react when the door is opened this time, Adriah’s face is still marred with sleep and his hair sticking out in weird directions. He too bends a little when walking through the entrance and dragging his feet over to the bed. He’s the only one who seems to not be a morning person, and you can’t help but relate.

“G’morning captain,” he croaks when coming to a halt next to the queen size, rubbing his eye a few times with the back of his hand. “When do we have practice?”

“All of us have to be in the gym in an hour or so,” an already awake and washed Fukuro cuts in as he walks through the door too, locking it behind himself and smiling a little at the sight splayed out in the room. You whine when Meian shifts to make more space, no longer pressing the entirety of his warmth into you and therefore leaving you empty and with goosebumps rising. “You look wide awake today,” the other captain jokes though, getting half a glare from you as you roll over onto your belly and drop your face into the dense mattress.

“Just do it, m’too tired to,” you huff into the plush, and you can hear Adriah mumble an agreement as he takes the spot next to Meian on the bed, running a hand up the length of your thigh until he reaches your dripping pussy and slides two long fingers in, shifting onto his hand and knees to nose at the curve of your ass.

“Me too,” he mumbles, and you almost feel bad. But then he jerks his curled fingers into you with a sigh, and your entire body jerks at the feeling. Meian laughs when you hiss and pull your face from the plush to rest it against his thigh instead, eyelids fluttering. Your little noises are soft compared to the lewd squelching of your pussy on Adriah’s fingers, mouth leaving a few marks on the soft skin of your ass before he bites through a yawn when pulling back. “Who’s turn is it?”

You shiver when the long fingers pull back out to slip lower, overstimulated clit being flicked again. Your mouth opens in a soundless cry, but your boyfriend just laughs it off. He knows how much you can take better than you do after all, and apparently you’re not quite there yet. “Oliver got here first,” Meian breathes when smiling down at you, brushing a hand over your hair. “So he can go first.” Then he gently lifts your chin for you so your face is aimed up towards him despite the effort it takes, and bites his lip. “Daddy’s gonna fuck your face right after everyone’s had a taste, okay?”

“Mhm,” you nod, smiling when he thumbs away your tears, “wanna be good for daddy and his friends.” You’re urged up onto your knees by Oliver and Adriah’s large hands, face still down into the bed, thighs urged apart with easy motions. It’s just so easy to fall into trusting all of them, being so much bigger and more experienced. Back pushed down by someone’s warm palm, you shake your hips a little as you feel someone settle in between them. “Want to make you all -ah, hmm, feel g-good,” you sniffle when Meian moves off the bed and the other men crowd closer, Oliver fucking his large cock into his fist before resting the warm head against your slit.

“You’ve yet to disappoint, princess.” Fukuro laughs when you try to push back on the thick length between your legs already, always too greedy to be stuffed overfull with cock like you haven’t been fucked for months. But it’s also what he likes about you so much, and how this even became a regular occurence in the first place. Meian’s pretty, cockhungry baby girl getting her pussy pounded by half the team. 

As the last to have stripped down and dip the bed, you strain to turn your head towards the brunet when he speaks. “While your daddy goes to take a shower and gets hard for you again, think you can take my cock into that pretty mouth?” He brushes his thumb over your lips for a second, waiting for a reply. And when you blink up at him and nod, mouthing a ‘Yes sir,’ so sweetly, he pushes his thumb between your lips, grunting when you instantly start sucking on it.

He nods. “Hm. Such an obedient cocksleeve. You really are too cute.”

#tw.gangbang #tw.sizekink #tw.freeuse #tw.anal #tw.agegap #💫ch.meian #💫ch.barnes #💫ch.fukuro #💫ch.adriah

[iwaasfairy]

Thanks to your page I’m a Meian slut now. Can I request Atsumu having a crash on meian’s baby girl and he lets it slide for the most part because he gets it. But after too much flirting and a little too much lingering touches and stares he gets fed up with Atsumu that he fucks his precious baby over Atsumu’s sleeping body? If he wakes up or not is up to you. Thank you I Iove you

Okay but any time you guys say I made you a Meian fucker I start glowing and twinkling and jumping for joy like the little gremlin I am. Thank you for the request, I hope you enjoy my sweet baby!!

tw size kink, jealousy, voyeurism, daddy kink, degradation, the usual meian line-up yk

You’re a really pretty girl. He knows this, because not only was it one of the first things he thought when he saw you, it’s the first thing a lot of people mumble under their breaths when they first see you. And they wouldn’t be wrong, so he never minds. You’re gorgeous, younger than him and a bit of a flirt at the best of times, or well— you’re the type to interact with people like they are the most interesting human on the planet. It is what drew him to you, years of being single, though definitely not hopeless, kept him feeling a chunk less attractive than his confidence would make him believe. But you never made him feel anything less than important, and it’s a quality he’d never change about you.

But he’d also be a massive fucking liar if he said that right now— just at this very moment— he wishes you’d keep all that positive, gentle attention on him instead of the younger blond standing side to side with you. He’s a grown man, and though the two of you get plenty of comments of people trying to judge you or dissuade you, he doesn’t just get jealous. Saying that he’s just too old for you, what do you even have in common? That you’re young and could find someone your own age, that it would make you happier. He’s confident enough at least to know that you love him more than that, enough to ignore the people judging him for the years he has on you.

He’s sure enough about his decision that it doesn’t matter that everyone seems to find your company pleasant, or that you’d bend over backwards to make others comfortable. It’s the fucking reason he fell for you in the first place. Meian knows well enough that no matter how adoring your eyes right now, he’s the one who can make them glitter and shine with happiness and love just by holding your hand or whispering in your ear. So it is fine, this is totally— less fine — when Atsumu wraps his arm around your shoulders and your champagne swishes side to side in your glass from the motion.

Sakusa seems to understand the dilemma in his captain’s mind, because without any further prompting, he hands him a glass of whiskey or something alike. “She sure knows how to give morons like him an ego boost.” Kiyoomi’s face barely changes as he takes a sip of his own drink, putting it down on the table nearest to him and continuing as he crosses his arms over his chest. “No wonder the jackass squad loves her so much.”

“Yeah,” Meian nods, tilting the drink in his glass between the ice, catching your eyes from across the room. There’s a moment where you pause mid sentence, seemingly reading his mind when he lifts a brow and you’re quick to slip from under Atsumu’s hold with a little motion of your hand to slip away for your own overpriced drink. When you reappear between the people, Bokuto is already cheerfully motioning you over, but your eyes flick to Meian again when he throws half of the drink back at once. “I’ll have to do something ‘bout that.”

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The good thing about hotel rooms is that since they aren’t yours, you have less work cleaning up after yourself. Of course, it’s not very polite to leave a mess for the staff to clean, but he’s far past being polite tonight. It isn’t that hard to convince you to follow behind him at the distinct promise of getting your pussy pounded as soon as you get back to the room. And it’s really easy when you’re a bit tipsy and he’s got a second key to everyone’s hotel room, to just slip you inside and press you up against the wall, muffling your whines and moans with a kiss.

Tongue in your mouth as he makes quick work of shoving your dress down your body, too fed up and turned on to take it any slower. Your much smaller body pressed to the wall as he loosens his tie and unbuttons his shirt, watching as you fumble with the belt of his pants. Everything is tossed to the floor quickly, belt buckle dropping with a loud thud. Your thighs rub together in anticipation when you stare between your bodies at his hard cock, spitting into your hand to rub over the head.

You throw your face back and moan when it twitches in your hand, impossibly too big. But you always do your best to take it, even if you struggle to even get a hand around it. “Daddy, f-fuck, please hurry, I’m so—” you start, only to be shut up when he slides his fingers into your mouth and makes you suck them.

“You’re gonna be real quiet, yeah?” He mumbles under his breath, bending down a little more to allow you to grab onto his shoulders. Your pretty lips smeared with lipgloss and cheeks hot, you suckle and hollow your cheeks so pretty on his fingers as soft hums come from your throat. You let yourself be picked up against his wide chest, wrapping your legs around his waist and feeling your pussy throb at the press of that massive cock now rubbing between your legs against your slit. If you weren’t wet before, you definitely are now. “If you can’t do that we’ll have to stop, and I really don’t fucking want to,” Shugo mumbles. “Understand?”

“Yes, mhm-daddy,” you pull back to breathe, only to stick those long fingers back into your mouth. Chin full of drool and running down his hand, he drops you on the free side of the bed, right atop the light, golden bed sheets. The expensive mattress bouncing when you shift all your focus on him. “Daddy, daddy, hurry please. Needed you so bad all night, couldn’t think of anything else.” Your legs spread instantly to make room for him between them, locking at the knees to pull him towards you. “Please, want your pretty cock inside me.”

“My cock? Or any cock.” He leans down towards your body, able to cover you whole, then looking between his legs at the way the head of his fat cock rests at your slit. You’re so wet already, and normally he’d drag it out more than this, making sure his baby is nice and prepped to take something this size. But your pussy is already glistening and making his cock wet each time you roll your hips over the head of it. “Because you sure were laying it on fuckin’ thick tonight.”

As your mouth drops open with a silent moan when his cock pushes inside and spreads your slick pussy open too wide already, he grabs your little throat and pushes you down into the mattress more. “You’re my bitch. Mine.” The growled rumble of his chest has your pussy fluttering around him when he pushes in further, your head thrown back and mouth open as you grab onto his hand for support. “Say it.”

“I’m you— h-holy fuck,” you squeak, still being stretched wider the more he pushes in, “yours, yours -hng- ah! Please daddy, give me — ahhh.” You don’t even know what you’re asking for, only that you never want him to stop. Even when he fills you up to the brim and still has more to fit, thick thighs pushing against the bottom of yours to push in further. You mewl and grab at him more to pull him closer, further, deeper into you. It aches, but it doesn’t matter when it knocks the air out of your lungs each time he pulls out a little to pump the blunt cockhead back against your cervix, stuffing you so full your eyes roll back.

“G-good, feels- ugh-hmh feels s’good,” you cry, and he lifts you a bit further up the bed to lean down on you more, pushing his cock impossibly deep each building thrust. He only picks the speed up more, rattling the bed frame under you and making your tits bounce. Your gummy walls stretching and belly bulging with the shape of him and your breathing interrupted every so often with a teary gasp or hiccup. He leans down though, kissing you deeply and forcing you to be quiet as he sucks on your tongue, letting go of his leverage of your throat to grip your hips tight instead.

He pulls you back on him like a fleshlight again and again until you’re shaking on him, pushing at his shoulders for breath. “Gonna cum, mhm.”

“Already?” he can’t help but laugh a little when you bob your head up and down wildly, wrapping a hand around his strong bicep and digging your nails in. “Wanna cream all over me?” Again you nod, tears beading at your lash line, and his heart swells a little while looking at you so vulnerable underneath him. Too bad this isn’t exactly the most romantic situation. Still he gives in, dropping his hand to your clit and rubbing the rough pad of his thumb in tiny circles over your clit. “Go on then, baby. Cum on daddy’s fat cock. I’ll give you what you need.”

Cock driving between your legs and moulding your little cunt with his shape, a ring of white creaming around the base of his cock, wet slaps sounding out each time he fucks deeper into you. It’s his absolute favorite sight. The slight furrow of your brows and the ruined make-up, cheeks shining and skin covered in his hands. You only manage to take a choked breath before your muscles pull, toes curling and back arching off the bed as you clench like crazy around his cock. “Mhmdaddyfuckohfuck ohfuckyesyesthankyou.” 

He doesn’t stop, fucking you through one orgasm and already heading towards another when yanking up one leg to lift it towards his shoulder. “You can play with whoever you want, but don’t forget who owns you, hm?” he whispers, catching your lips again as you sniffle and moan, being overstimulated to hell. And while you cry out ‘yes’ over and over, Atsumu does his very best to still be asleep on the other side of the queen size. Not that you’ll be able to notice anyway.

#meian shugo #meian shugo x reader #meian shugo smut #meian smut #haikyuu smut #🍯honey.pot #tw.sizekink #tw.voyeurism #tw.daddy #💫ch.meian #🥧daddy.meian

[iwaasfairy]

P-pwease,,,, Meian just resting his cock on ur tummy to show u how big he is n ur hiccuping n sobbing b/c you’ve been trying so hard to fit him in ur teeny tiny cunny to no avail,,, so he just puts a spreader bar on u, ties ur hands, and sinks his fat cock in til he’s in ur womb 🥺🥺🥺 when ur done, ur tummy’s a lil distended from all of his cum in ur poor lil womb,,, Meian’s so proud of u for being his resilient lil cumdump tho!!!

that first part made my brain vibrate so hard that i think i broke something up there. but big daddy doesn’t really need to tie you down, he can just hold you in place. what will you do against him if he keeps your tiny, little wrists together in one hand?? the spreader bar though,, to keep you nice and open even when you cry and wiggle that it’s too much (❁´ω`❁)

tw (step)daddy, size kink size kink size kink (just tw meian? at this point)

“What’s wrong, princess?” He pushes your chin a little higher, wiping some of the drool from your face to place a kiss on your lips. “Is daddy’s cock too big compared to your little body?” A proud curl comes to his mouth when you whimper, nodding pitifully through your tears. You want it though, that’s the thing. No matter what you’ve gotta do to let him into you, you’d pay to have him inside. Meian’s staring in between your bodies, admiring the way his cock looks between your legs and poking too high above your navel. “Look at it compared to your tummy, being so greedy for something you can barely take.” He places the head against your hole again, just letting it kiss your wet opening as he pumps his hand up and down his shaft.

“Wan’it, please. Wanna feel you, I want -hm-” you can’t help but sniffle, “want daddy to feel good because of me -ah.” Your bottom lip wobbles when you close your eyes, rolling your hips up and down over the flushed tip, feeling it slip in and out with each motion. With a few kisses to your parted lips he pulls your attention back to him, as you softly attempt to rock yourself against him for friction. It hasn’t worked on him today, your normal begging. But still you try, because there’s nothing you want more right now than daddy. “Can I please have daddy inside? I want to feel you all the way inside me, breaking me open with your cock. I swear I’ll be a good girl and take it.”

“Oh, I know,” he nods, but he pulls back anyway. He’s quick to grab you under your thighs and flip you over, tits bouncing with the mattress when you land. You don’t even get the time to say anything before he hauls up your hips, grabbing them and placing you in place, cock pressing against your thigh. And your shoulders are held down with one hand, too heavy for you to get up from the position. “Stay like that.” By the time you fully realize what it is -and you’re forgiven from not knowing with how close you are to cumming already- he’s got the thing strapped to your ankles and is slapping his cock against your dripping hole. “You promise you’ll be a good girl?” You nod wildly into the pillow, trying to rub your pussy back onto him with no avail.

“Yesyesyes, promise, please. Please give it to me.” His hand drops to your hair and pulls your face to the side, tears marring the fleshly washed pillows as you take desperate, heavy breaths. “Want it, daddy -hng fuck.”

“Then lets see you be quiet as I stuff you, yeah?” he chuckles, pushing your head back down when you try to move to talk back, pressing his cock to your hole. “You get so whiny when you don’t get what you want, baby. Let daddy take care of you for once.” Then he starts pushing into you, your hips being pushed forward, and you reach your arms up to hold yourself back against the headboard. Your lip is tucked between your teeth, cunny being spread open so delishiously it makes your toes curl. You try your best to hold back the whines as he pushes in further and further, hands balling up in the mattress cover. So big, always so enormous inside you. “Good fucking girl. You’re gonna cum, huh?” You don’t need to say anything, his hand is already between your legs.

And you try to get away from his touch when he shoves the last half in painfully slow, rubbing your clit like crazy, but it’s no use. You cum as soon as he bottoms out and his fat cock breaks open your tiny slit, moaning like crazy. And he keeps rubbing until you sob out for him, pressing a few kisses to your teary cheeks. “You promised you’d be quiet,” it is with a breathy laugh that he says it, because he knows just as well that you could never be when he fucks you so well. “Guess I’ll have to fuck you stupid until you don’t have the energy to make noise anymore if you can’t do it by yourself. Hang onto something, baby.”

#honey mail #💫ch.meian #tw.stepcest #tw.daddy #tw.sizekink #🥧daddy.meian #🥧size.meian #tw.meian #nsjskwksk #meian shugo x reader #meian shugo #meian smut #meian x reader #msby smut

[iwaasfairy]

a totally anonymous nonnie here. um i saw the words vore and sukuna and you seemed to really wanna write that so pls may i request some sukuna nibbling on the reader while he fucks her. idk write what feels natural

everyone say thank you anonymous nonnie (rhi) bc i beat my own wpm writing this one fhysgidsgo

tw VORE (or like,, he bites a chunk out u ♡), master/pet, monsterfucking ig bc sukuna true form, size kink, degradation, blood, just read it i swear it's sexy,, like i promise you

Where you’d normally give up your thoughts and trust, there’s a very pointed look in his eyes today that gives you the shivers. It had when he’d sat you down on the bed and peeled your clothes off one by one, so slowly it was almost frustrating. And a cold chill down your spine when he’d picked you up and laid you down on the bed with a little smirk, being extra gentle. You’re never in for anything good when he’s extra gentle with you, you’ve learned. Sukuna enjoys giving you a bloated sense of safety, only to shatter it into a million pieces.

But you trust him -enough at least- not to damage you beyond repair, gripping his strong, muscular shoulders tight as he lines himself up with your body. It’s only been hours since he had you, not even a whole day, and the stretch already feels impossible again. He’s just so big, so much bigger than anything you’ve ever taken that it’s no use trying to hold back your twitching, withering body from under him. You don’t regret becoming his plaything though, no matter how much he loves losing himself in you. You do the same.

But with his cock stuffed inside and a smug grin on his face at your teary eyed blubbering and whining, you also miss the same glint that flashes over his expression when you toss your head back and shudder in his hold, clinging to his body tighter. Your little arms around his neck can barely reach, one pair of arms holding your legs spread wide open- enough to make you whimper even more. He lays a few kisses to your lips before he trails open mouth kisses down your jaw and neck, dragging his sharp teeth right over your pulse. “Look at you taking your master so well, pet.”

“You enjoyin’ this, ha?” The bobbing of your head comes instantly, arching your back off the pillow he’d stuffed under you and moaning his name into his hair. “I always get stuck with the little whores, just look at you. You’d let me do anything to ya’ without complaining.” Your heavy breaths falter a little when one of his other hands wraps around your throat, squeezing hard and not too careful as you watch him pull back from your body and thrust back in so hard you’re seeing stars. “Someone should teach you a lesson, y’know?”

He laps up at your neck, licking and sucking until you can barely handle it anymore, trembling on his cock like an animal in heat. It’s pathetic, you’re sure he thinks it too watching you drool and shiver under him like this. But he only hauls up your legs to wrap them around your body and you mewl when the mouth at his stomach drops a wet, warm tongue to your clit, driving you over the edge embarrassingly easy. Sukuna grunts out your name softly, before he’s squeezing his nails into your throat and kneading the soft skin of your tits in his large palm.

“Fuck, master, m-master,” you cry against his shoulder, rocking yourself onto his fat cock through your orgasm. But before you even get to open your eyes again, let alone process what’s going on, a sharp pain comes from where his lips were pressed to your skin. Your first instinct is to jerk away, still shaking and clenching around him with black spots dotting your vision, but soon the pain turns into dread and panic and real — fucking pain. You push at him to no avail as your eyes shoot open and you see only blood run down your neck, collarbones, your tits.

His teeth are so deep into your shoulder you can feel them tear muscle while he fucks his cock in and out of your slick pussy without stopping, clenching down his jaw as your mouth falls open. No noise comes out as he lets go and pulls back to watch you with his lips and chin full of blood, thick and red and the smell coppery and overwhelming. But the pain fades, slowly but surely, into this blissful absence of anything. No pain, no cold, no nothing. Only his cock sliding in and out of you and hitting so, so deep, and the wide smile that comes to his face after he swallows. You only lay there as he kisses you, blood and all, and then clamps your cheeks between his fingers.

“Let me have another bite, yeah?”

#jjk smut #sukuna smut #tw.vore #tw.monsterfucking #tw.master #tw.blood #tw.sizekink #💫ch.sukuna #🍯honey.pot

[iwaasfairy]

meian fuck his leetle girl sideways, backwards, upside down, out of consciousness and right back awake challenge *FROTHS*

thank you for letting me indulge in meian thirst. brrr brain vacant try next door

tw (step)daddy meian, size kink, brat taming

“Daddy, please put me on your cock and make me yours,” you beg, pushing yourself up in his lap onto his huge cock, rolling your center against the fat, drooling head. His hands are on your thighs, long fingers kneading the soft skin until you whine, pushing your face to his, lips pressing against his all desperate. “Want you to use me again, daddy,” you plead, moving back in to push your tongue into his mouth like it’ll convince him if you’re good enough. The rubbing against your clit feels heavenly, but you want more. “Please,” you beg, “please.”

“Shhh, settle down,” he chuckles, easily pulling you forward so you rest your little palms on his chest and your cheek can rest above his pecks. He looks over your shoulder to grab his cock and gives it a few lazy pumps, then shifting you to the side with one arm. “Lift your leg, baby girl,” he whispers, helping you into the unusual position with a strong grip. But this way he can press the tip against your slicked, little slit and rub it between your legs, before he presses a kiss to your cheek. “Go on, let me see how much you can take daddy.”

“Can’t,” you whine, tearing up at the stretch of his tip into your tiny pussy, “can’t do it on my own, you do it.” It’s just the tip, just one inch, but you’re already spread so thin. You dig your fingers into his wide shoulders with more moans and whines, closing your eyes and resting your face against him. It’s no use, he’s just that big. When he only teases you, pulling you back up from the cock you want inside you so bad, you cry out loud. “Daddy! Fuck me already.”

That’s the wrong thing to say, clearly. His breathing is still steady, but his eyes are narrowed. “You think you’re in charge here?” His one brow lifts, and you pout. “You’re just daddy’s little cocksleeve, princess. You were made to be fucked by me, see?” He rubs his cock over your hole again and again until it’s entirely wet, glistening with your slick. “Still think you can talk back to me like that?” The teasing continues, but you don’t dare meet his eyes. Instead you slowly drag our fingertips in little hearts over his skin, and pout.

“No, daddy. I’m sorry.”

A soft puff of air makes you pause, before he drops your leg from his hold. “Put yourself on it this time,” he orders, and you whine at that. You can’t, you want to say, but he doesn’t give you the chance, grabbing your face and pulling your face to his. “You wanna be such a cockhungry, little pet, then do it yourself.” But you shake your head and send him your best doe eyes, clinging to his shoulders.

“No, please, I’ll be good. I’ll be good, I promise daddy.” His palm connects with your ass just once, but it is such a solid hit you instantly breath out in tears and cling to him tighter, sniffling as you dangle your cunny next to his cock. “I wanna be your good girl, I wanna be fucked on daddy’s fat cock,” you mumble against his skin, enjoying the way his chest rumbles when he hums. The soft brush of his fingers over your soar spot only has your pussy drooling more, slick dripping down your thighs.

But luckily for you, he chooses to put you out of your misery, and wraps his strong arms around you to lift you to him. Knees leaving the bed, you cling to his neck, mouth dropping open when he puts you onto his cock. And pushes you down onto it while you stretch, and down and down and down. Your eyes flutter closed, feeling a bit crosseyed at the stretch. So big, so, so impossibly big, he keeps lowering onto you until he presses up against your cervix, and even further.

That’s when the chocked whines start, you’re unable to help it. “Da- ddy, daddy, da- ddy, please.” Once he finally bottoms out into you, he takes a deep breath, holding you close for a few seconds. He looks down to you to watch your teary-eyed expression, and nods.

“Hang on, pretty girl. We’ll find out just how good you are.”

#honey mail #vivi ily #💫ch.meian #🥧daddy.meian #tw.sizekink #tw.incest #meian shugo x reader #meian shugo #meian smut #meian x reader #msby smut #haikyuu smut

[iwaasfairy]

Ok I know this blog is like hard dom meian central but the thought of him sweetly taking his babys virginity and helping her through the whole thing so softly and saying he loves her makes me cry idk I have a praise kink to the CLOUDS and get horny the second anyone is slightly nice to me 🕺

I say this like i dont obsess over the ~~darker themed~~ meian writing I-

hard dom centraejfhdegzouf!! i… i mean,, i’d say it’s more daddy dom station but. i feel called out. but this really did make my heart and belly flutter pls pls he’d be so sweet and gentle despite being a literal giant of a man who could snap you in half. i hear you love, big men who are exceedingly soft for their partners are just ヽ(༶ඬ༝ඬ༶)ﾉ everythinggg

tw virginity loss, praise, little size kink, very soft and floofy okay don’t look at me

You let out a shuddered breath as his fingers glide out of you, wiping them on himself as he sits down on the bed beside you. Your chest still heaving, you instinctively pull you legs back to yourself to cover up, and he waits for a moment before speaking. “You don’t have to hide from me, baby,” he trails his fingers down the outside of your thigh with a soft, amused breath when you hide your face into the pillow in embarrassment. “It’s true. I think you’re beautiful. And sexy as hell.” You can feel him shift on the bed as you lay still, fighting the urge to fold your arm over your chest again too. But when it stays quiet for a few seconds, you turn away from the pillow and open your eyes.

“Shugo!” you squeak, barely finishing the syllables before his mouth is slotted against yours. He’s on all fours over your body with ease, big enough to cover you entirely if he’d want to. His hand comes up to cup your cheek though, and he smiles into the kiss when you slowly loop an arm around his neck to keep him close.

“Still want this? We can stop at any point, you know—”

“I want you,” you quickly assure, though you can’t really keep his eyes for long, completely naked under him even though he’s still clothed. “But,” you grab at the sleeve of his shirt as you hide your face into his neck instead, “take this off please. I feel weird being the only one naked.” Another airy chuckle fills the room as he pulls back from you, settling your nerves. You let go when he pushes himself away from your body, sitting back on his butt and making the bed move.

“Pervert.” Though he says that, he instantly grabs his shirt at the bottom and pulls it up over his head, looking over at you where you heat up under his eyes. “This too, pretty girl?” he asks, sliding his thumbs under the waistband and waiting for your nod. When he glides them down too, you can’t help but shudder in anticipation, shifting your thighs around for a bit of friction. Back onto the bed, he looks down at you for a good few seconds, tongue peeking out to wet his bottom lip, then dropping his hand to grab his hard cock at the base. And as much as you don’t mean to stare, your boyfriend is huge.

Long and thick, with veins running up and the head flushed pink and drooling. It’s hardly the first time you’ve seen him naked, but it still surprises you. “See what you do to me, baby?” he says, catching your eye again as he comes to lean back over you, supporting himself on one arm. “Always get so fucking hard thinking about you. How pretty you begged me to fill you up.” He only gives himself a few squeezed pumps before he takes your knee and urges your legs open, his hard cock drooling all over your lower belly as he once again slips his fingers into your slick pussy. Even though he prepped you plenty, two of his fingers still feel big, and you whimper as he curls them into you.

“Shugo, please,” you whisper, opening your legs further to give him more access. But he pays you no mind for now, rubbing the rough pad of his thumb over your clit until you start rolling your hips against it. “Put it in already, I’m ready, I want you.” He groans at your little admission, pulling his fingers out and using it to fist his cock, shuffling closer to your body until he pushes the thick head against your dripping hole.

“Tell me how you want it, okay?” he whispers, leaning down to kiss you again and settle your anxiety at the same time. “I want to make you feel good.” You nod, wrap your arms around his shoulders and take a deep breath, before closing your eyes. But that doesn’t satisfy him, clearly, because he doesn’t push in yet. And when you open your eyes he’s got the softest smile on his face, staring at you like somewhere throughout the night you hung the stars in the sky all by yourself. Before you can ask, he grabs a tighter hold of your thigh and brushes his thumb over the skin. “Hey baby? I love you,” he mumbles.

And you say it back, because you really really love him too. “I love you too.” It has never quite sounded so pretty before, but it’s true. Even when he pushes into you and you feel so overwhelmed by pleasure and the stinging of the stretch that you tear up. Even when he needs to pull back out a second to let you rest or when he kisses all over your face and chest and tummy to ensure you that you can try again whenever you want. Whenever you feel ready. And even when he fills you up completely and makes you cum so many times you do barely remember your own name. Because it wouldn’t feel as right with anyone else.

#🍯honey.pot #💫ch.meian #tw.virginity #tw.sizekink #meian shugo x reader #meian shugo #meian x reader #meian smut #haikyuu smut #msby smut

[iwaasfairy]

I’m sorry that you’re having trouble with writing!!!! I will try to thirst <3 i wanna pick up volleyball when covid’s over bc a lot of my friends play it and i had a thought - watching volleyball games and highlights with Meian to teach you all about plays, the tempo of their movements, their forms, etc. But the catch is that he’s got you impaled on his monster cock, hand on your throat asking you “and what kind of play was that?” And every time you get it wrong his thrusts his hips til his tips is abt to breach ur cervix and squeezes the hand around your neck “sorry, puppy, try again. We’ll stay here til you get it right”

OKdiofododosossosofifoso iM !!! About to choke on my own drool thts so hot wtf 💘💕 ty so much baby that is insanely big brain I love love love it

tw size kink, degradation, hairpulling

He’d said it’d be a little game. Just a little something to spend time together, make you feel included while he’s reviewing footage. It had been a nice gesture. Until he had you putting your hands on the coffee table and your knees next to his thighs, pulling your panties down your ass with one swift move and a little chuckle at your squeak. You can already tell he’s having the time of his life spreading you out like this, leaning down to lick at your slicking pussy.

Only a bit, enough to make your cheeks so hot it feels to heat up the air around you, dragging his index over your little slit as he presses play. “How about you name ‘em for me when I pause? Think ya can handle that, pup?” You whimper as he pushes only his fingertip into you up to the second knuckle, uselessly wiggling it around a little. Even the tiny touch is enough to draw out your mewling, soft noises falling from your lips. But you’re too distracted by his touch to answer, and so he grabs a fistful of hair and yanks you into more of an arch.

“I asked you a question, puppy.”

“Yes, yes daddy, yes,” you quickly respond, ignoring the way your tears well up to keep your gaze on the screen, trying your best not to miss anything. Another finger joins your pussy to curl into your walls right as Atsumu sets to the far left. But the position is hard to keep up, and you shake on your legs. “Can’t tell, it’s too hard to sit like this.” He huffs, then pauses.

You clench around his fingers when he lets out a groan at your wiggling, leaning in and spitting a glob of saliva into your little hole. Then he winds an arm around your hips and pulls you back into his lap, shifting you around a bit to free his cock. “Fine, like this then, puppy? This a bit easier for my spoiled brat?” You nod, let him pop the head of his cock inside your cunny while his fingers instead go to your clit, slowly pushing in.

You can’t see the smug expression when you tear up further and can barely sit still at the stretch, but you know it’s there. And when you take all of him with a loud moan, still such a tight fit, he presses a kiss to your temple. “What’s wrong? Is daddy too big?” You mewl a response, but it’s unintelligible even to your ears, and it only makes him tease you more. Slowing the circles on your clit, he presses play again. You whine and let your head roll back onto his shoulder as you raise yourself, and he grabs your cheeks. “Nah ah, pay attention. You know that’s a synchronised attack, now what’s that?”

He pushes you back onto him right when you try to answer, brushing his lips at the back of your neck. And as you desolve into moans, eyes squeezing shut, he starts helping you back up and down on his fat cock, reaching so deep it makes you see double. “Come on, puppy slut,” he smiles, “yer at least gonna try.”

#🍯honey.pot #💫ch.meian #tw.sizekink

[iwaasfairy]

Sorry about stupid request but how about step daddy Romero or Oliver??? Or Adriah? (Is up to you) Does it sound interesting to you?

it’s not a stupid request, i’m the stepdaddy fairy so this is right up my alley (I don’t really know Romero well enough to write him so forgive the ooc-ness, I’ll do a study on him soon i swear eurhizuehr) thank you sweetheart ♡ฅ(ᐤˊ꒳ฅˋᐤ♪)

tw stepdaddy romero, adriah and barnes, breeding, size kink (duh), dubcon, coercion

romero: i imagine if he had a child from a previous marriage, and you took care of his baby all the time, he’d basically be ready to marry you right there on the spot. obviously he can’t, but he can’t help but love you a million times more when you walk around with his baby on your hip and talking and laughing with him. if he starts having these thoughts, it’ll be a gradual change and probably even unintentional. he just wants to touch you and spend time with you more. he’s gentle with you, calls you little nicknames like ‘angel’ or ‘gorgeous’, but it would change if you get a boyfriend. that protective side kicks in making sure that no one will steal his baby girl. if you come home one night drunk from your boyfriend dropping you off, he’ll corner you in the hall.

it’s so easy to just bend down and kiss you, holding you to the wall as you cling to him. he’ll just lead you to his room instead of yours (mom and daddy don’t sleep together anymore), help you undress, watch you when you lay in the bed. looking so pretty calling for him to cuddle you, that you want to be touched by daddy. who’s he to say no to you. he’ll definitely fuck you hard and fast though, to make sure you’re thinking only of him and not your stupid, little boyfriend. grunting “mine” any time be bottoms out and your pussy pulls him in. driving his too big cock into your little pussy with deep, precise thrusts and telling you how badly he wants to fuck a baby into you and make you a mommy.

barnes: one of the ones i can see actually having sole custody of you. he’s older, more responsible, with the best intentions. he probably doesn’t notice he’s even getting feelings for his sweet baby until one night you curl up in his lap and he doesn’t want to put you to bed, instead clinging to you closer and letting you go up in his smell. he probably doesn’t realize until he’s giving you advice and ‘you don’t need anyone besides me’ slips out of his mouth before he can help it. probably doesn’t think about it until he’s touching himself and all he can think of is your pretty face and how you were moaning and whining about something insignificant.

and he has every intention of not acting on it. but you are a little too comfortable with daddy, walking around in just undies and a crop top, leaving your door open while you’re changing, sitting in his lap facing him while you’re leaning in so close he can’t ignore the way your lips move. you can’t think he’s attractive, he’s older and if he kissed you that would be wrong and creepy... until you kiss him yourself, grabbing his giant hands and putting them on your body. “want you so bad, daddy,” is all you have to say for him to be picking you up and swinging you over his shoulder, and you'll be spending hours in the bedroom trying your best to take every inch of that monster cock.

adriah: i feel like he’s such a charmer. walks around the house wearing too little and talking to you with a morning voice that makes you shiver, even not yet showered he’s too friendly and cuddly and gives you too many close-call kisses and tight hugs and whispers. if you and your mom get into fights, he always comes to check on you and talk to you and hear you out, letting you cry in his chest. and so when him and your mom have fights, you start returning the favour. visiting him, crawling onto bed to hug him and kiss his cheeks to make him feel better, but he’ll turn and make you kiss his lips instead. and when you don’t pull back, he’ll hold your neck and kiss you deeper.

in the darkness of the room and your mom having driven off to cool down, he’ll somehow make you forget all about how he’s not supposed to fold you over and have your legs over his shoulders, gushing all over his face as he eats you out until you see double. he’s all hard thrusts and orders and grabbing onto your hair as he fucks you with your ass up, face down into the mattress. growling about what a pretty fuckdoll daddy’s found for himself, how pretty you sound taking his huge cock, and the guy is huge too. will fuck you until you literally can’t stand, even making your friends question who’s fucking you silly every night.

#🍯honey.pot #tw.stepcest #tw.daddy #tw.coercion #tw.dubcon #tw.breeding #tw.sizekink #💫ch.barnes #💫ch.romero #💫ch.adriah #🥧daddy.adriah #🥧daddy.barnes #🥧daddy.romero

[iwaasfairy]

Oh what about thigh riding with Barnes. Mans probably like little girlfriends but little girlfriends can't fit on his massive schmeat

exactly what i’m saying. he loves watching you sit on his lap and cling to his shoulders, blowing out deep breaths as you rub yourself against the base of his cock with desperate little noises and eyes filled with tears that you can’t take him well enough. even if you do it always takes so long to fit him inside. but there’s nothing he loves more than having his little girl in his lap and his thigh dripping with your slick as you finally give up and admit defeat :<

it’s okay that you can’t take him every time ♡ you’ve got plenty of holes he can fill with those long fingers after all, and having you coming apart for him a few times first is his favorite thing in the world

#🍯honey.pot #💫ch.barnes #tw.sizekink