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private show

title: private show

characters: peter parker x stark!avenger!reader

rating: 18+

words: 8k

theme: smut, porn with minor plot, a little sweet moment between reader, shang-chi and america

warning: smut, filthy smut, alcohol. titty job, oral (m and f receiving),hair pulling, praise, thigh riding, fingering, nipple play, reader has nipple piercings, p in v sex, unprotected sex (please assume some type of other contraception is used), multiple orgasms (both m and f), cum swallowing, peters a bit of perv, mentions of birth control, creampie, dom!peter, confident!peter, cum eating, cum play, peter calls reader ‘princess’ maybe a little too much, soft!peter, aftercare, a little bit of subdrop

summary: “turn down the lights and watch my private show”

you notice peter has an obsession with your tits, so you offer to give him a private show

tags: @xoxabs88xox

a/n: all characters are 18+ (specifically 21 as there is drinking mentioned), this was meant to be short and sweet, but i’m slowly learning i cannot do anything in moderation and it is most definitely the most filthy smut i have ever written

He was staring again, his eyes following you throughout the room from the moment you entered. You could feel them burning into your skin as you walked, greeting various benefactors and members of the Avengers with you arm wrapped around Tony’s, to be specific you could feel them burning into the skin of the cleavage you had exposed in your deep cut dress where the ‘v’ almost reached your belly button.

It wasn’t the first time you had noticed Peter staring at your boobs, it was one of many over the last couple of months and you were sure he was staring long before it came to your attention and you don’t know how you didn’t notice sooner. After all, Peter Parker was not discreet in any way shape or form outside of his role as Spiderman.

When you first noticed it was soon after you had gotten your nipples pierced, much to your fathers horror and everyone else's amusement as Tony freaked out about his ‘sweet innocent little angel falling into temptations’ despite knowing you had not been innocent since the age of 16 when you asked him to go on birth control specifying why (he looked like he was ready to drop dead at that very second while Peper just looked on with an amused smile).

Given the pain of the piercings, you were reluctant to wear a bra for the first few days and instead floated about in loose tank tops and camis that were just tight enough to show your new piercings but not enough that it would hurt. This particular day, you were sitting at the kitchen island of the compound just scrolling on your phone as you waited for Tony and Bruce to be finished in the lab because you were supposed to be heading out to lunch with your dad.

As Peter walks into the kitchen, you flash him a smile and give a small “”hey” in greeting before turning your eyes back to your phone. Peter on the other hand could not keep his eyes off you no matter how hard he tried. In general, Peter thought you were stunning, this complete otherworldly creature that he could only describe as heavenly and he was completely and utterly infatuated from the moment he saw you all those years ago when he first joined the Avengers at the young of age of 16, that was 5 years ago now and he was still completely enamoured with you. Probably even more so now that he actually knew you as a person.

But recently Peter has become completely obsessed with a particular part of your body, he just couldn’t help himself. It seemed that every time you were around his eyes would drift towards your chest and stay there for much longer than was deemed polite, though he was sure that by even looking he was way past the point of politeness, and today was no different.

Especially with the way the bars of your new piercings were pushing against the fabric of your shirt, as if inviting him to have a look and he couldn’t look away, not as you greeted him, not as he leaned against the kitchen counter while eating the apple he had lifted, not as you tell him about the newest article about Spiderman and (hero name) and how there’s rumours the two are sleeping together or romantically involved and snort at some of the comments being made about the two of you, and not as Tony walks into the room to take you for your lunch. He prays to every god that could exist, including Thor and Loki, that you don’t notice the way his eyes suddenly snap up to your face as you give him a goodbye, like all the other times he stares he hopes you don’t notice.

But unlike all the other times before, you notice this time. You had actually looked up from your phone for a split second to try and read Peter’s expression as you tell him about the news article you were reading and had noticed that while he was listening, he was focused on something other than your voice and he was not being discreet about it with the way his eyes lingered and a light flush dusted his cheeks a lovely shade of pink.

Instead of questioning him, you simply smirk and look back down to your phone, a small blush spreading across your cheeks at the attention. After all, similar to Peter, you harboured an attraction to him from the first time you met at 16 years old but never thought it was reciprocated in any way but now you knew you were going to have fun with it.

After that you started noticing him staring more often.Like that one time after training with Natasha when you were in nothing but a sports bra and pair of athletic shorts, he seemed to be watching the way the sweat that had gathered on your body was dripping down between your cleavage with such intensity you could almost feel his gaze burning into our skin. That day you had to suppress a smirk and pretend like you were just getting a headache as Nat turned to you with a weird look and asked what was up, after all just because you knew didn’t mean everyone else had to know.

Or that time you were at an Avengers themed Halloween party some fraternity at your college was throwing and you had gone as Black Widow, taking one of Nats old cat suits and adjusting it to your body measurements to do so. Still, even with adjustments the suit was tight around your chest and squeezed your breasts together in a way that made sure they would be hard to miss. You had meet up with Peter (obviously dressed as Spiderman) and MJ (who refused to participate but still wore an Avengers t-shirt) at the party and immediately noticed how Peter’s eyes drifted to your chest before they bounced back to your eyes, a flush spreading across his cheeks as he stuttered out a greeting and practically choked on his own spit causing MJ to turn to him with a ‘wtf’ look and a “dude are you okay?”

You simply batted your eyelashes at him, inwardly grinning to yourself, and asked in your most innocent voice, “Yeah, Pete. You okay?” Peter swore he was going to die that very second had it not been for Flash (who was dressed up as Spiderman as well, though he claimed his looked more authentic despite the fact that Peter was simply wearing one of his old costumes) coming up and stealing your attention from Peter with a “(Y/N)! You’re looking great.”

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There were moments like that scattered throughout the few months since you had noticed him staring for the first time, all of them leading up to this night and your choice of dress. Natasha and Wanda had helped you pick it out, a gorgeous black that hugged close to your figure and showed off all your curves beautifully with a deep deep ‘v’ neckline that showed of your tits like they were pieces of art to be shown off, Tony had nearly had heart failure when he had seen you in it for the first time a week earlier as he walked in on Pepper adjusting the length for you. Which to you, meant it was absolutely perfect for what you wanted it for.

Your eyes roam around the room for a bit, your arms wrapped around Tonys as talks to another benefactor and Admiral Simpson or something like that, you had stopped caring three Admirals ago, looking for Peter. When your eyes finally meet his, you smile and excuse yourself from the conversation to go and join him at the large window showing off the lights of New York below.

Peter is standing by himself, occasionally bringing the beer in his hand to his mouth to take a sip. These events weren’t really his scene, while Peter loved a good party he hated the formality around the Avengers events and so he usually kept to himself and relegated himself to a corner of the room where he could nurse a beer the whole night and just watch as the party slipped by him. Sometimes you joined him in his corner, bringing cheesy jokes and conversations that kept his mind busy, other times the two of you would escape and he would take you swinging around the city and you would end up sitting on some random rooftop his suit jacket wrapped around your shoulders to fight of the cold as you ate some of the best pizza greasy New York had to offer.

It seemed this night you decided to just join him, lifting a champagne flute from the tray of a waiter as they passed you by and downing its contents in second leaving a red residue behind from your lipstick. You stand in front of him, a small smile on your face as you do so and greet him with a gentle “hey” that he reciprocated, though you have to stop your smile from turning into a smirk as his eyes moved down your face and across your body, fully taking you in, lingering a little too long on your chest.

As Peter greets you, eyes quickly snapping up to meet yours, you let out a small chuckle and reach a hand out, wrapping it gently around his wrist and slowly moving it up her arm as you lean close to his ear, your chest pressing against his lightly as you do so.

“If you like staring at my tits so much, why don’t I give you a private show?” You smirk to yourself and bite down on your bottom lip, you were so close you could feel the heat radiating off his cheeks as the blush spread across his face rapidly.

You remove your hand from his bicep, slowly trailing it up his shoulder as you walk behind Peter, your chest now very flush with his back, you keep going your hand now gently wrapped around Peter’s neck as you tilt his head upwards so he’s looking at ceiling and you lips are right beside his ear, “Meet me in my room in 30 minutes”

You would go now, but the party had only started and as the daughter of the host it would be rude of you to not make the rounds, have at least 1 drink and socialise a bit with the other avengers, and maybe just maybe you wanted to torment the poor soul just a little. You remove your hand from Peter's neck and fully turn away from him, instead facing the bar and you smile at Natasha, who was behind the bar as usual much preferring to work at these events than have to socialise and who was already preparing a (preferred drink) for you.

As you approach, she cocks and eyebrow and gives you a sly but questioning look as if she knew exactly what you were up to., placing the drink down on the counter in front of you. “What are you doing that poor boy?”

You simply roll your eyes and lift the drinking, bringing it to your lips, eyes ghosting over to where Peter now stood in shock with a bright blush spreading across his cheeks and his head whipping from side to side to make sure no one else had seen what had happened. “I have no idea what you’re talking about Nat.”

“Uh-uh, as if you couldn’t cut the sexual tension between the two of you with a butterknife.” You snort at her comment, leaning your back against the bar and placing your elbows on it as well for extra stability in your heels as Nat leans on the bar at your side, arms crossed over the counter and her head tilted towards you, “Just make safe choices, we don’t need any little Iron Spiderlings running around.”

This time you roll your eyes at her comment and down the rest of your drink, your eyes finding a very nervous looking Shang-chi and America being hounded by a bunch of benefactors who want to know simply everything about the pair, well more specifically about what they could do. You push yourself of the bar and turn to Nat to place a kiss to her cheek, “I always make safe choices Nat,” Natasha rolls her eyes at you as she leans into the kiss and you give her a cheeky smile as you make your way over to the nervous pair and the five or six benefactors surrounding them.

“Okay, why don’t we give them some space to breathe?” The benefactors all turn to look at you at the sound of your voice, your eyes are narrowed into a glare, your face hardened and arms crossed over your chest, even if they didn’t know what exactly you were capable off and the fact that you could kill them all twice over in just a few seconds they would still be intimidated from your look alone, after all your glare could rival Medusas and turned most people into living statues as they stared at you in fear, a skill you have to thank Natasha for. They all gulp down their fear, shuffling away from Shang-Chi and America with nervous looks on their face and all muttering some form of “of course Miss. Stark” or “sorry Miss.Stark.”, preferring to use your real name over your hero name as if refusing to address you as your hero name gave them some sort of power over you.

You kept the glare on your face until the last of them disappeared out of your sight, instead going to bother some other members of the Avengers (probably Sam and Bucky) who would have no problem either entertaining them or telling them to fuck right off. As the last one disappears, you drop the glare and turn to Shang-Chi and America with a soft smile and nothing but kindness in your eyes. “You guys okay?”

America says nothing and just nods her head as she wrings her hands together nervously and Shang-chi gulps down his nerves and answers you, “Yeah..we’re…we’re good.” With a chuckle you realise they were scared of you and you reach out a hand to take Americas, rubbing soft circles against her skin as you do so to try and ease her nerves, “Relax, that look is reserved for those vultures and the press.”

Shang-Chi nods his head and you can see the tension leave his shoulders slightly, though not completely, and you can feel some of the tension leave America as she winds her fingers in with yours as a form of comfort. “Other then those guys, how are you guys?”

A shaky breath leaves Shang-Chi lips, “Nervous,” you nod along to him and hum softly in response, “Your first event is always the hardest, but you get used to them after a while and you learn how to tell those dicks to fuck off without feeling guilty about it.” America lets out a giggle at your words and you smile at her, she’s a sweet girl and being around the age you were when you first joined the Avengers you felt a sisterly need to look after her.

You spend the next 20 minutes just talking to the pair, calming their nerves and reassuring them that they were going to be fine. Every Avenger in the room had their backs and all it would take is one word and they would handle anyone giving them bother, especially Stephen Strange who had formed an attachment to America.

Once their nerves were calmed she started to get to know each other a little more, you talked about your mothers and how much you adored and missed them, Shang-Chi told you about Ta Lo and America told you about the Utopian parallel universe she was from and you spoke about the small cottage in the middle of nowhere your mother raised you in, surrounded by nothing but woods and nature, it was your perfect little corner of the world untouched by anyone else until she got sick. It was nice to talk about, most people you spoke to about your mother always showed sympathy and seemed to focus on the the loss rather than who she was as a person, but Shang-Chi and America wanted to know about her, about your life with her, not the grief, not the loss, but the good moments, the memories you shared with her and the love.

The conversation shifts quickly as Shang-Chi and America start to discuss some movie they had both seen that weekend, and you take that moment to excuse yourself from the pair as you notice Peter slip out of the room. You make your way towards the back of the room, skirting the edges and disappearing into the shadows as you do making it easy for you to slip out of the room without being noticed by most people, the only ones that do are Natasha and Bucky and they share a knowing look and small smirk before they turn back to their conversation.

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As quickly as you slip into your room, you’re slammed against the cool metal of the door as it slides closed behind you with a hand roughly grabbing at your hips and another slamming against the door at the side of your face effectively trapping you against it. Your eyes instantly snap up to meet with Peter’s, his pupils blown wide and full of lust, you simply smirk up at him and bite down on your lip.

He’s so close, pressing his body against yours and you can feel the bulge that is barely contained by his dress pants pressing against you, can feel the rippling muscles of his abdomen as they press against your chest and his hot breath against your face as he leans in towards yu, yet still you want him impossibly closer to you. The desire that has been boiling away inside you these past few months finally bubbling over and igniting every nerve ending in your body, leaving you consumed by want, by need.

Your own breath starts to come out heavy and laboured as the desire begins to pull in your stomach, especially as Peter squeezes at your hips and slowly starts to move his hand upwards, ghosting over your torso and going higher and higher until his palm is barely touching the side of your breast while his fingers gently dug into your rips.

“I believe you owe me a show princess.”

You were used to the term ‘princess’ being thrown around when discussing you, usually by the press or by the people who thought you got everything handed to you by Tony since you were introduced to the world as his daughter at your 18 birthday. The people who called you princess used the word like a knife in an attempt to cut into you and see you bleed so they could inject their venom directly into your blood and turn you into the bitchy socialite they wanted you to be, that way they would be justified in their horribleness towards you.

But Peter’s tone did not hold any venom it, his voice had not be sharpened into a knife edge meant to dig into your skin, Instead it was honey rich and smooth and slipped off his tongue almost like a prayer, warming you from the inside and sending another pang of desire rolling through your bones.

Peter steps back from you, his arms moving from your side and waist but despite the absence you can still feel their lingering warmth through the fabric of your dress, and he sits himself down on the edge of your bed with his forearms against his thighs as he leans forward slightly and regards you with an intense, almost predatory gaze.

It sends a shiver down your spines and warmth to your core and the intensity of the look causes your hands to shake as you reach to the back of your dress and slowly pull down the zipper. You were deliberate with your speed, wanting to tease Peter just a little while longer and maybe a part of you was hoping he would jump to his feet and rip the zipper down himself. But he doesn’t.

Instead, as the slipper slowly moves down your back,you notice the vein in his jaw jump as he clenches it tighter and tighter. As the zip finally reaches the bottom, just above your ass, you let the sleeves of the dress fall from your arms which allows the fabric to pool at your feet, leaving you in only your heels. You stand there for a second, watching as Peter’s eyes widen at your bare form, after all the tightness of your dress did not leave room for panties or bra lines. His reaction causes a smirk to rise on your lips.

“You’re fucking stunning princess.”

You step out of the fabric at your feet, your heels clicking against the ground as you stalk towards him. As you reach him, his hands wrap around your bare thighs and he gives them a gentle squeeze as he stares up at you before leaning forward and placing a gentle kiss against your hip. You cup your hands around his jaw, rubbing your thumb against his cheek as you bend down to place a gentle kiss against his lips.

The kiss starts soft but quickly turns heated as Peter grips at your thigh and causes a small gasp to leave your lips, which Peter uses to shove his tongue into your mouth. You moan into Peter’s mouth as he twirls his tongue around yours before pulling it back and biting down gently on your lip, one of his hands moves from your thigh and trails ever closer to where you need him most and he smirks into the kiss as he feels your wetness seeping down your thigh, the effect he has on you fueling his ego.

Peter pulls away from the kiss and pulls his hand away from your thigh, a light residue from the wetness on your thigh coating his fingers, “This all for me baby?”

You nod, not knowing where this confident side of Peter had come from but loving it all the same, “Yes Peter, all for you.” He lets out a hum and sucks his fingers into his mouth, savouring the lingering taste of you as he looks up at your flushed cheeks through his long lashes. You gulp at the sight, moving your hands from his jaw line and down onto his shoulders, trailing down his arms as you lower yourself down onto your knees in front of him.

You rest your hands over his clothed thigh and look up at Peter with lightly veiled innocence, your big doe eyes lust blown to the point that the [colour] of your irises were almost completely gone, eclipsed by the blackness of your pupils, and slightly parted lips now imprinted in Peter's mind and locked away somewhere safe for those lonely nights in the future where he will most definitely be touching himself thinking about this night. “Let me take care of you Peter, please?”

When you look at him like that and ask in that almost begging tone, who was he to tell you no, “Go ahead baby.”

With his permission, you’re moving your hand from his thigh and to the zipper of his pants pulling it down and then pulling down both his pants and boxers in on go, Peter lifting his hips slightly to make it easier for you, letting them pool around his ankles and you lick your lips at the sight of his cock bouncing against his stomach once its released from his boxers.

You keep your hands on high thighs and lean forward, your tongue making contact with the base of Peter’s cock and causing a groan to fall from Peter’s lip that only amplifies as you lick up to the tip and suck the tip into your mouth, swirling your tongue around it. The moan Peter lets out is like music to your ears and encourages you to do it again, running your tongue over the slit as you do, before starting to bob up and down on his length.

You do your best to take him all in your mouth, but you struggle to do so, gagging as he hits the back of your throat. Your inability to take all of him in your mouth sparks an idea in your mind, one you're sure Peter is going to love. Pushing yourself up on your knees so you’re just that little bit higher, you lean forward and slot Peter’s cock into the valley of your breasts and Peter nearly faints at the sight.

Your pretty lips all swollen from the kiss and from sucking his cock, your pretty little boobs wrapped around his cock, its another image seared into his mind and stored away for later use. As you press your hands into the side of your boobs, tightening their hold on his cock, and start moving them up and down, the moan Peter lets out can only be described as unholy and it adds fuel to the already raging fire inside you as you clench and unclench around nothing and rub your thighs together for just a little bit of friction or relief, though it offers none.

You continue your ministrations with your tits, watching through heavy lashes as Peter’s face contorts in pleasure and he struggles to hold in the moans and groans that are falling intermittently from his lips, between words of praise about how good you’re making him feel and being such a good girl for him, you would admit it to no one (not even Peter) but his words went straight to your core and caused you to clench even harder around nothing.

You reach your tongue out, giving kitten licks to the mushroom tip and over his slit as often as you could between the thrust of yours boobs, causing Peter to throw his head back and pleasure and reach a hand out to grab at the hair at the back of your head, “Shit , princess… you’re killing me here.”

That’s all the encouragement you need to keep going, darting your tongue out and swiping across Peters head almost every time it gets close to your mouth, licking up the precum leaking out of the tip, and squeezing your boobs even tighter around his cock as you do so, another groan forces itself out of Peters mouth as his hand tightens in your hair, causing a moan to fall from your own lips. “I’m so close, you gonna let me cum all over those pretty tits of yours princess?”

“Yes Peter, please cum all over my tits”

The desperation in your voice, the almost begging tone lacing it causes Peter to lose his composure and control as he shoots rope after rope of cum over your chest as you continue to move your boobs over him, the cum spreading down the valley and up onto your chest with some even landing in your mouth on your waiting tongue that you had stuck out when he started to cum.

Peter pants as you let go of your boobs and sit back, his hand leaves your hair and instead cups your jaw gently in a stark contrast with how hard he had been gripping at the roots where he runs a finger across your chin to swipe up the cum that had hit against it. He taps his thumb against your lips and you open, sucking his thumb into your mouth and moaning at the sensuality of it. It’s another image Peter will have seared in the back of his brain for the rest of his life.

As Peter focuses on the image of you, on your knees sucking on his thumb covered in his cum, you swipe some of the cum of your chest letting it cover your fingers before you pull back of his thumb and instead suck your own fingers into your mouth, swirling your tongue around them to get as much cum off them as you can. Your eyes are staring up at Peter’s through your eyelashes, watching as the irises almost completely disappear, existing as the smallest rings around the pitch blackness of the blown out pupil, when you pull your fingers from your mouth with a ‘pop’ Peter is quick to pull you into a rough kiss, instantly shoving his tongue into your mouth.

You moan at the sensation of his tongue massaging yours, reaching your hands up and wrapping them around his neck, rising back up so Peter’s not having to bend over as much, tangling your hands a little bit less than gently in his hair and giving it a gentle tug, which causes Peter to let put a deep almost animalistic growl that has you clenching your thighs together even tighter, the movement of which Peter notices and he’s pulls away from you, a cocky smirk on his face.

“You took such good care of me princess…” His hand ghosts across your thigh until he’s hovering over your core, so close you can feel the heat emanating from it, and then ever so slowly he runs a finger through your folds, pressing against your clit with the slightest pressure as he does so and causing a whine to fall from your lips because god was it the most heavenly thing you’ve felt recently but it just was not enough, “Now let me take care of you.”

He takes your arms in his hands, guiding you to standing before he strips himself of his blazer and dress shirt, throwing them to the ground somewhere in your room. He lets you go and sits back down on the bed, patting his thigh as an invitation for you to sit. It's one you take almost immediately, throwing on leg over and lowering yourself down so that the fabric of his trousers make contact with your bare cunt and rubbing so deliciously on your clit as you do, ripping a moan from your throat as you do. "You have such pretty moans, pretty girl."

Peter grips onto your hips, fingers digging in a way that was painful to the point you were sure they were going to leave bruises but also amplified the pleasure coursing through your veins. Peter starts to move you up and down his thigh, the friction of the fabric rubbing on your clit at a brutal pace sending shockwaves through you and causing you to throw your head back as moans continually fall from your lips.

“Does that feel good?” You nod your head and Peter tenses his thigh underneath you, bouncing his knee alongside it pulling another loud moan from your lips at pleasure overwhelms your senses, “Come on princess, you gotta use your words.”

You let out a whine at the sensation, the motion of the bounce putting delicious pressure and friction against your clit that has you almost seeing stars, “Fe-feels s’good Peter.” Your words slur together as pleasure overwhelms your senses. Peter’s grip tightens at your words as he moves you even quicker against his thigh, the coil in your stomach that had already been wound tight, tightens even further and can feel the cliff edge of your orgasm approaching so very quickly.

“Yeah baby? You gonna cum all over my thigh?” You nod your head, reaching your hand up to grip at Peter’s shoulders so tightly that you're sure you’ll leave behind crescent shapes from your nails or even draw blood. Peter groans at the sensation, his cock already semi-hard again from watching you unravel on his thigh, he never thought he would be in pain (he experience enough of it on a daily basis) but yet here you are proving him wrong with the way your hands had previously tugged at his hair and the way your nails are currently biting into his skin and causing his cock to twitch at the sensations.

“Go on then princess, cum for me.” There he goes again with that stupid pet name that you should hate but instead has you melting into him even further, your clit throbbing as it rolls of his tongue like liquid gold honey that seeps deep into your bones. Peter tenses his thigh once again and you feel every ridge of hard muscle under the cloth of his trousers and it sends you spiralling off the cliff edge you had been teetering on as your orgasm sends shockwaves through your body.

Peter watches your face as it contorts in pleasure from your orgasm wracking through your body, ignoring the wetness that had now gone through his pants and was coating his thigh, and he swears you’ve never looked more beautiful and another image is forever ingrained in his mind. His cock was now fully hard once again and twitching against his stomach begging for some kind of attention or friction, which he grants it by removing his hand from it and giving it a few pumps but it wasn’t enough, no, Peter was feeling greedy now. He already felt the bliss of your mouth and tits wrapped around him and now he wanted more, no he needed more. Needed to feel your pretty little pussy wrapped around him and squeezing him.

Peter makes a quick decision while you’re still coming down from your orgasm and wraps the hand still holding onto you around your waist and twists you both around so that you were now lying on the bed with your legs hanging of bed with your butt just on the edge and he was now kneeling down in front of you with both hands on your knees, holding your legs apart as he eyes up your soaking wet cunt.

It almost makes you feel self-conscious, almost has you trying to squeeze your legs closed but Peter's firm grip and his superhuman strength stops you no matter how hard you strain against him, you simply cannot win against Peter in a battle of pure strength. The self consciousness erodes away and the words of discontent that were forming on your tongue are replaced by a porn-staresque moan as Peter dives in and licks a stripe up your cunt and latches his mouth onto your clit. `The sound causes Peters dick to twitch against his abdomen.

He hums against your clit, the vibrations adding to the immense pleasure you were feeling, and slowly pushes a single digit into your weeping hole to start prepping you to take his cock. He pumps in and out of you, finger curling in and pressing against your gummy walls as he does, you moan at the combined movement and sensation of Peter sucking on your clit and feel the coil in your stomach already start to tighten once again.

Peters free hand trails up your abdomen with a featherlight touch that you barely feel over the pressure of him fucking his finger into you, you really only become aware of his other hand when he pinches at your nipple and pulls at the metal of the piercing, the pain melding in with the pleasure in such a way that your eyes are rolling to the back of your skull and you miss the way Peter stretched you out by entering a second and third finger into you.

The coil in your stomach is impossibly tight, tighter that it ever has been and yet you doesn’t snap as Peter releases your clit with a ‘pop’ but he continues the ministrations with his fingers, rubbing against your most sensitive spot with every thrust, “God princess, you taste absolutely amazing and feel so amazing clenching down on my fingers, I can’t wait to feel you clenching on my cock.”

The praise falling from Peter’s lips goes straight to your head and causes you to clench around his fingers even harder, he presses harder into your g-spot and pulls on your nipples once again causing a wanton moan to fall from your lips, the coil in your stomach starting to reach it’s breaking point. “You gonna cum again baby? Go on, cum all over my fingers and face.” Suddenly Peter’s sucking on your clit once again and your eyes are rolling back in pleasure as it overwhelms you and you see nothing but stars as your orgasm overwhelms your senses.

As you cum all over him, your juices squirting over his fingers and rolling down to his wrist, he removes his fingers and instead starts to lap up everything you have to give him, moving the hand on your nipple down to hold your waist against the bed as you begin to write in overstimulation of Peter tonguing your entrance.

The sound of a whine finally pulls Peter away from your pussy and he stands from where he was kneeling, your juices now coating his mouth from your explosive organism, you look angelic with your hair spread out in a halo around you and a blissed out expression on your face, eyes wide and chest rising up and down rapidly as you try and catch your breath. In between your breaths, you reach out to Peter and he gladly leans in, allowing you to wrap your arms around his shoulders and pull him down into a passionate kiss that is all teeth and tongue as you try and get as much of Peter as you can.

Peter is the first to pull away from the kiss and starts to trail kisses down your neck, stopping occasionally to bite and suck on your skin leaving a trail of hickeys in his wake. The sensations have you whining, desperate for more as your needy cunt clenches around nothing, “Peter…” Peter smirks into your skin and places a gentle kiss on your collarbone before he rises and stares down at you with a raised eyebrow, “Need you…”

“Need me where princess? Come on baby use your words, tell me what you want”

“Please Peter…I need to feel you inside of me… please please fuck me” Your tone is begging, a whine falling from your lips at the end of the sentence, and who was Peter to deny you when you sounded so pretty begging for him inside you. Peter grips the base of his cock and rubs himself along your fold, coating himself in all your wonderful wetness as a lubricant, as the tip of his cock catches on your clit you let out another whine and Peter smirks at the sound. “Peter…please…enough teasing.”

Peter lines himself up with your entrance and looks up at you for confirmation and as you nod your head he slowly slides himself in, letting out a low groan at the sensation of you stretching and clenching around his cock. It's a groan that is drowned out completely by the moan you let out. Peter moves so slowly you can feel every part of his cock as it rubs inside of you, all the veins and ridges all piling onto the pleasure you’re experiencing and as he bottoms out inside you you let out a small, pleasurable whine.

You have never felt so full before in your life, no other partner you had filled you up just as much as Peter does, and it felt absolutely amazing. With Peter spending time prepping you to take him, you barely feel any pain and it takes only a second of Peter being fully sheathed inside you before you start beginning him to move, it’s a request he’s glad to fulfil as he slowly pulls out before slamming back into you and starting an almost brutal pace.

As Peter thrusts in and out of you at a rapid pace, you wrap your arms around his shoulder and dig your nails into the flesh, the pain of which combines with the pleasure of your cunt squeezing his cock and pulls a deep moan from Peter that has you dragging your nails down his back leaving red marks in your wake to hear it again and again. Your own moans join in with Peters as his cock hits against either your g-spot or your cervix with every thrust, driving you absolutely insane with pleasure to the point that black dots began to gather in your vision as another orgasm rocks through you unexpectedly, a result of combining the after effects of your previous orgasm and the pleasure currently coursing through every nerve in your body.

Peter lets out a deep groan as you clench around him, eyes moving to watch his cock piston in and out of you and at the white ring of your cum that had gathered around the base, “Fuck princess you feel so fucking amazing on my cock, squeezing me so good.” You try and form words, anything to show Peter just how amazing he’s making you feel, but you can’t. The words die in the back of your throat and are instead replaced simply by whines and moans but they’re still sounds that make Peter’s cock twitch inside of you.

Peter continues his assault on your pussy, chasing his own high, the pattern of his thrusts becoming irregular and scattered as he rapidly approaches his own orgasm. “Fuck…princes I’m going to cum” He was going to pull out and cum on your pussy and stomach, never had any intention of cumming inside of you until your soft voice quietly calls out an “inside.”

His eyes snapped up to meet yours and something feral reflected in them, “You want me to cum inside you princess? Want me to fill you up?” You nod your head as best you can and Peter slows down his thrust

“Oh God, yes Peter…please fill me with your cum.”

Peter speeds up his thrusts once again, hips slamming hard against your pelvis and balls slamming against your ass, the squelching sound of your pussy and the slapping of skin fills the air and joins the erotic symphony of your combined moans as Peter chases his high, the only thought in his head being how pretty you’re going to look with his cum dripping out of your pussy. It doesn’t take long until Peter trusts become sloppy and he sheathes himself completely inside you, tip of his cock pressed right against your cervix as he shoots rope after rope of hot cum inside of you with a loud groan.

Peter almost collapses on top of you, but he stops himself by placing his forearms by your head and using them to support his weight as his eyes move over your face, watching intently as you catch your breath and slowly come back to reality after three orgasms. He gently brushes one hand across your face in an attempt to ground you and as he cups your cheek to rub a thumb across the skin, you reach for his hand and cup your own around it. “You okay?”

You nod and turn your head to place gentle kisses on the palm of Peter’s hand, which has him smiling down at you gently and placing his own soft kisses against your forehead, “I’m going to pull out, okay?” You nod again, eyelids fluttering slightly and a small whine leaving your lips as Peter removes his cock from inside you, the stimulation a little too much. Peter whispers a gentle “sorry” and places more comforting kisses against your face and shoulders, the hand on your cheek continuing to rub against your skin to try and comfort you.

Peter places a gentle and loving kiss against your lips, the tenderness acting as such a juxtaposition to how deeply and roughly he had been fucking you moments before. You smile into the kiss, hand curling around the back of Peter’s neck to play with the baby hairs at the base. Peter pulls back from the kiss with a smile and pecks your nose gently, the cloudiness that had previously been in your eyes fading slightly as the skin to skin contact you have with him grounds you back to earth.

“Do you need anything? A shower, a bath, snacks?” You take a deep breath, pulling Peter down so he’s even closer and nuzzling into his neck, inhaling his scent as deep as you can and placing a light kiss against the skin, “A bath would be nice.” Your voice comes out soft and just above a whisper, had Peter not been deliberately paying attention he would have missed it.

“Okay princess, let’s run you a bath.” Peter goes to lift of you, but you keep him tight in your grip and wrap your legs around his waist, further restricting him from moving and going to draw you a bath. You let out a noise of discontent as he tries to pull away once again and Peter chuckles slightly at the sound. If you weren’t willing to let him go, then he was just going to have to carry you, which he did as he wrapped and arm around your waist for extra support and stood with you in his arms.

“Don’t worry princess, I’ll take good care of you”

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Tony approaches Natasha at the bar, wanting a drink but also a little curious as to where you had disappeared too. You were on his arm when you both entered the party, though you quickly separated from him to go and socialise with people your own age after you had greeted all the necessary benefactors and he remembers seeing you with Parker briefly and then with America and Shang-Chi, it was their first Avengers formal event so he assumed you were reassuring them, but he hadn’t seen you since and he was getting just a little worried.

Nat, having seen Tony on his way towards her, places a glass of scotch, neat, on the bar top and smirks to herself as he grabs the glass and downs it in on go before he starts questioning her. “Have you seen my daughter?”

Natasha lets out a small hum and leans forward on the bar, using her forearms to support her weight as she does so, “I might have.” Tony rolls his eyes at the Widow and lets out a huff of air, placing his empty glass down with a little more force than necessary. Natahsa’s smirk grows into a knowing smile as she glances to the door that both you and a certain spiderling had disappeared out of about 2 hours earlier and had yet to return from. Tony follows her gaze and he feels his heart tightening at the thought you had left with someone, “She left with someone?”

Natasha nods her head, “‘Bout 2 hours ago.” Horror slowly fills Tony, you would only be away for that long for one reason and one reason only and it was not one he was ready to consider for you. Despite being 21 years old, you were still hes sweet, little girl and the thought of you being sexually active was horrifying. Not only that, most people here that weren’t members of the Avengers were his age and older and he did not want you mixed up with them and there were very few members of the Avengers around your age, well specifically one and as the thought crossed his mind Tony started to glare at nothing, his jaw clenching and unclenching as he did so, “Parker”

Natasha laughed at Tony, a full belly laugh that had her throwing her head back as she did. After she settled down her laughter enough, she was able to grab onto Tony's shoulder to stop him from storming into your bedroom and seeing something he really did not want to see, “Oh come on. They’re young, let them have their fun.” Tony huffed out once again, as Pepper's voice filled his ears. He hadn’t even noticed her coming up beside him and taking his hand in hers to calm him down, though his temper flares again as Natasha speaks up once again.

“At least it’s not Barnes she’s running off with.”

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plutopitou · 10 months

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◇ Cry for me

gojo satoru x female reader

genre: smut, angst

Gojo is not the type to love so easily. Every falling tear you spill he revels in like a moth to a flame. What did you have to do for him to stay? Easy. Just cry for him even harder. | MDNI 18+

word count: 1.4k

warnings: yandere!gojo, sadistic gojo, degradation, dacryphilia, dub/con, smut, rough sex, dumbification, not for the lighthearted, he’s mean oof, he has a god complex, you have an inferiority complex

im back everyone, please enjoy what rots my infected brain <3

“Go on..” he urges in a lulling whisper.

“Cry for me.”

He wanted to laugh in your face as your wails and whines wisp into the air- his favorite sound to hear out of you.

Gojo couldn’t help but admire just how beautiful you looked when you cried.

It fueled his stomach to spit such vile and callous words while pounding your sensitive pussy, watching the tears bubble up beneath your wet lashes as you latch onto him even harder to match his vicious thrusts.

Carnal instinct takes over to jackrabbit your aching hole with sharp plunges as your face becomes wet on your flush cheeks.

He holds a harsh grip on your chin, forcing you to meet his sweet and cold eyes. “Are you shy? Don’t look away from me..” He gasps out, his heavy breaths constricted from the sensation of fucking your soft plush body.

His words convey a playful tease but is laced with threat. You’re too fucked full to feel his energy shift to something more sinister. Your eyes feel heavy and your mind feels high. Feeling him slide in and out as you focus on his snow-white hair rustle against his pale sheen forehead.

Moaning and writhing beneath him, you’re entranced by his lean and milky body arch and maneuver in such an obscene manner that pleases you infinitely. The glimpse of his back muscles constricting and relaxing as he pushes forward another hard thrust leaves you aching.

Each pump into your soaking pussy has meaning.

He grips onto the soft, fragile flesh of your neck, sending shivers up your spine from the dominance of his touch.

Your vision is drunkenly hazy. His mouth is moving and you can barely make out the muffled words from his soft lips.

Look at you moan baby..

You gotta like this, don’t you?

C’mon, tell me sweetheart..

He liked you so much he just wanted to practically hurt you. Watching you mewl to stop while still begging for more as he bullies your insides was like pretending to throw a ball for an eager dog. You both loved every second of it.

It was so good he almost convinced you he actually loved you - loved by thee Satoru Gojo.

Gojo Satoru was not the type to love or be loved so easily.

He was a white rose with thorns. It irked him why you always seemed to not get the hint you were supposed to keep away.

Months of trying to redirect you away from his path, you still always ended up following his pace. His red flags looked green if you were infactuated enough.

Your fingers are pricked and you bled and bled trying to get a firm grip on the stem, no matter how much it hurt.

Can anyone really blame you for following him like a lost puppy?

Everyone knew a man like him belonged in the middle of a marble museum. He’s always been the main attraction. The center of an exhibit of a series of the most exquisite, bodily sculptures there is. He was the type to be guarded by red velvet rope, so tempting to be touched and admired by anyone who looked, but never touched. Tempting to run your finger through the cold and hard ridges of his abdomen and muscle that was attentively carved.

Satoru Gojo is a man that was carefully crafted by god himself.

A type of man rumored to have some of god’s power as well.

To think someone so divine as him would settle down after he got his fill was a joke. Did you think you were special?

Yet with every pump to your leaking hole you started to doubt if your uncertainty was warranted.

Gojo pulls out and rolls you onto your stomach, wasting no time as he pushed himself right back into your pussy with a gasp, squeezing his shaft from tip to base so good it makes him lightheaded. He grips the base root of your hair, keeping you flat down, the perfect position to keep fuck how he wants, how he needs.

Your eyes are lidded, a euphoric buzz down your body as your tears soak into the pillow..

“Look at your pretty pussy cry for me, too, baby..”

Gojo shuffles his hand to grip onto your lower pelvic, pushing and massaging your sensitive area. “Does it feel good right here, hm? Does it?” You flinch from the sudden arousel, fueling the claps of your skin and squelch of both your sex. You whine feeling yourself drip down your thigh to the white sheets below as you lazily try to push his hand away.

“Don’t you feel pathetic, sweetheart? How easy you make this?” He whispers against the shell of your ear, panting. “Does it feel good to be used like this? Like a fucking fleshlight?”

The sounds of his pelvis hitting your ass echos against the walls of the room, the sound bouncing back into your ears just as aggressively as he’s fucking you.

“Are you gonna be my good baby and hold all my cum in like one, too?”

“Mhm.. I wanna take all of it-“ You mumble, forcing yourself to sound coherent, face still laced with tears.

Tilting your head to the side you wanted to look at him. You wanted to see how he made you feel what you are feeling. How every light touch of his sent shivers down your back and every raspy word made your tummy flutter.

You could shed down that power into tiny fragments from one sensual look and didn’t even know.

He couldn’t let himself fall apart like this.

You yelp as he pushes your head back into the fluffy pillow before you can see past his shoulder. His force and sudden demeanor to not just make you moan, but to make you scream.

He revels in it.

Your pillow soaking in every teardrop and moan, muffled to try and hide your eager desperation. Your ass pushing back on his hard cock, both of your arousel building at the base.

His restricted moans vibrate down your sheen body. Gojo bends his arm to grip your neck, the light sensation of his abs hits your back with his carnal digs to kiss your cervix and give it a sweet gift.

“I want it, please, I want it.” You breathe. Your stream of tears roll down to his hand, and he found it erotic.

“Should I finish, huh? You want my cum, baby?” He prods. “You want me to cum right here?”

God, for your subservient nature there was no other place meant for you. You let this happen to yourself, and he never had a problem letting himself be a little selfish.

“Yeah, you’re gonna take all of it. It’s the least you could do..” Through your encased ecstasy you can hear Gojo’s brief repeated mumbles of just how much you owe him this.

Such a compromising position you were in yet you’re the one still begging.

Gojo couldn’t stop himself from wanting to send himself over the edge. He basked in that euphoric feeling of rapture with every drop of his cum pushed into your pussy, letting his hips roll back in for safe measure.

Little drips of your cum mixed with his seeps out the corners of your hole.

Lifting his weight off your back, you roll to the side in exhaustion. Catching your breath, you feel a sudden clasp on your hand.

He softly guides your fingers down to where your cum is mixed, letting the soft pads run through your slippery folds. Such a lewd position he puts you in. You can feel where his cum runs down your thigh.

Gasping, Gojo pushes your fingers into yourself. “What do you say?” He murmurs softly. His face can be read as expressionless, but his words are condescending.

For a second, you wonder how many more tears you have to spill until he realizes they are more than what he thinks.

Did you have to bottle them up in a jar as a gift for him to see you will give everything you have for his assurance and love?

It is a rocky climb up the pedestal of which he is the center of.

All you wanted was to be by his side.

He watches you carefully for your next choice of words, following the last stray tear tumbling down your flushed cheek.

“Thank you.”

These past couple months have been so rough for me mentally, i struggled to write but im glad I was able to finish this :)

This was inspired by twice’s cry for me who I recently saw on tour and they were amazing.

Ok love you guys hopefully I can finish Dabi, sorry for the absence, I will work harder!

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snazzyturtles · 5 months

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"Somnolent"

asahi x f!reader, nsfw, mdni

plagued by nightmares, you just can't fall asleep- until your roommate decides to help out

somnolent- a state of strong desire for sleep, refer to the state preceding falling asleep.

wc: 10.4 k

tw: roommates, aged up (post-timeskip) , unprotected, teasing, titty sucking, fingering, handjobs, edging, bd/sp, mating press, creampie, pet names (little bunny, princess, baby, sweetheart/sweetie) , implied small/short-er reader (but lets face it asahi is a big boy so pretty much everyone fits in this category) , asahi has a subconscious daddy kink

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ *:･ﾟ✧

he's tired- that much is clear. it's visible from the bags under his eyes, the way he's covering his mouth as he yawns, the slightly groggy tone he has when he speaks. "what's got you up so late?" you can hear his concern even through the drowsiness.

you turn your head slowly, looking over the back of the couch to stare at his face. his brown hair is pulled into that low bun of his, some loose strands messily sticking out, but he makes it look good. his glasses are low on the bridge of his nose, his gaze sleepy, yet interested.

asahi definitely looked sleepy. lucky.

"i've been trying to sleep all night, but i just can’t… thought a boring movie might help, but it just woke me up even more…” you can't help but frown at the situation. you're normally asleep at this hour, and you always fall asleep before him.

"oh?" he asks as he leans against the doorway, "what kind of movie did you watch? you know that a movie really isn't the best thing to watch if you're trying to sleep." you can tell he's teasing you a bit, but his voice is soft, gentle. "i'm sure that if you try to relax enough, you'll be fast asleep in no time.”

your eyebrows furrow at his response, confused by his suddenly direct reaction. "what are you talking about, asahi?" this was so unlike him, but it was late at night.

"i can see you're also having trouble sleeping, so how about we do something together to distract ourselves?" his tone is slightly pleading but also encouraging at the same time. “a little sleepover- what do you say?" his expression still shows slight drowsiness, but now you can clearly notice the way he's trying to look a little more awake as he offers a little smile.

your breath catches for a second at his response. asahi wanted you to go in his room with him?

"w-wait, what?”

you guess it did make some sense, he's obviously tired and you were only keeping him awake the longer you made noise in the apartment. but at the same time…

his voice suddenly grows a little softer- he's a bit embarrassed after your reaction. "it-it's nothing unusual," he says. "j-just roommates sharing a bed since we both can't sleep. there's nothing more to it…” he sighs at the end and waits for you to answer him. he still looks rather tired, but he's trying to look awake for you.

“i… i guess that might help..." you mumble back. he was bigger than you, maybe he'd be a good space heater for the night. you reach over to pick up the remote and turn off the tv, standing up to look at him. "give me a minute, i'm going to go change into some pajamas, okay?”

"o-okay," he answers, nodding. “'i'II be waiting for you and-," he adds quickly after, lowering his voice even though you're the only two people in the apartment, "we'll just sleep, okay? so don't get the wrong idea."

there's a slight red tint to his cheeks, but he continues to look at you. your eyes widen at his response, quickly turning and shuffling to your room. was he really thinking about stuff like that? with you? you hadn't even thought about him in that way before, not since the apartment complex assigned you two to be roommates, but now your skin is burning bright red as you change into your pajamas.

a soft silence fills the apartment, as if the only sound that was allowed to exist is the small noises of you changing your clothes so you can share the bed with asahi.

"she's getting changed," he mumbles quietly to himself, "she's still tired and we're just sharing the bed. nothing more. nothing more.”

i'm being stupid, you think to yourself.

he's just looking out for his roommate, nothing more.

you change quickly into your pajamas, walking back out to the living room and turning to find asahi. he’s is sitting up, his legs crossed with an arm tucked under his head, trying his best to look awake, even though you can tell he just wants to lay back and sleep.

his expression softens when he sees you back in the room. “ready?” pulling down the bottom of your nightgown, you nod your head and start walking towards him after you shut your bedroom door.

now you're the one making asahi nervous. he shifts slightly, standing up and freezing in place. his tone is quiet and he tries to keep his eyes from wandering to your nightgown for more than a few seconds. don't do anything stupid, he thinks to himself, you're just two roommates sharing a bed, this is nothing out of the ordinary. asahi doesn't say anything more, just staying quiet and waiting for you to stand next to him.

nodding your head, you walk towards him and he pulls you into a deep hug, your body is suddenly squeezed against his large chest. you hug him back when he pulls you in, feeling warm as your bodies press against each other.

he pulls back, grabbing your hand and starts to walk you towards his room.

when he opens the door, you suddenly realize that even though you were roommates, you have never been in his room before. his desk is covered in designs he was planning for work, and the rest of the room is all so clean in contrast to yours.

“whoa…”

staring down at the drawings on the desk, you can't help but gape. "you never let me see any of the designs while you're working on them, these are great asahi…” you notice he's gone silent, looking up to see him staring down at you in an awkward expression. he suddenly seems uncomfortable, not wanting to look in your direction now, yet he still grabs your hand tightly and leads you toward his bed. he's acting slightly odd now, but again, it's probably due to how late it is.

you sit on the edge of the bed and look back up at him with wide eyes as he turns to pull his long hair out of its bun, letting it drape around his face. pulling his t-shirt over his head, your body stiffens at his actions.

he's just trying to get comfortable for sleep, right?

the thought of him possibly sleeping shirtless right next to you makes your heartbeat quicken and the blood rush to your face. this is the first time you've seen his bare chest, and you can't bring yourself to look away. his body is even more built than you thought it'd be, with muscles everywhere you look and even a slight tan. he's a handsome man, you've always thought that, but you can't deny that he's suddenly become even more hot in front of you.

he doesn't say anything, and just gazes at you for a moment. his face, however, has become a little red as he holds his shirt. in other circumstances, his actions would probably come off as flirting and seductive... but this is asahi. he wouldn't flirt with his roommate. he most likely just wants to get dressed for the night. "i-i'm just getting comfortable for sleep," he says quickly after, his voice cracking a bit. "nothing unusual.”

your breath catches, your eyes widening as you slowly nod your head at him. you can't take your eyes off him, and you don't know what to do as he turns around. you don't say anything and your eyes wander from his muscular back to the way his long hair drapes over his bare arms and upper body, revealing more of his physique. as if by instinct, your mind goes to the idea of him in nothing but boxers. he sits on the bed beside you and then lays down, glancing over at you with a slightly nervous expression.

"t-the marks. on your body... what are the bruises from?” after the words leave your mouth, you freeze, realizing maybe you shouldn't have asked that. but you had never really seen him like this before, and definitely not this close. you scramble to cover up what you said quick in embarrassment.

"i'm sorry, i shouldn't have asked. you... you used to play sports, right? there's pictures at your desk, they must be from that, yeah?” with the light remains of bruises scattering his legs and forearms, it catches your attention and it feels more like you're talking to them rather than him.

he's confused at your comments for a split second before he realizes what you're talking about, and his face becomes red. he suddenly sits up. "don't ask about that, it's not your business," he whispers. but when you mention the pictures to him, he sighs a little and closes his eyes for a moment. "yeah, i'm a former volleyball player," he says, his voice slightly shaky. "stopped playing as soon as i graduated high school.” you notice his shoulders slump a little.

your eyebrows furrow, looking up at him. "why'd you stop? it looks like you enjoyed it in the pictures, and i'm sure you were great.”

you notice that his expression softens a little. "i did enjoy playing, yeah," he says, his voice a bit quieter but still audible. "i wasn't amazing or anything, but i had a lot of fun with my friends.” he takes a moment to rub his eyes, looking tired again. "but then i got busy with life after graduating and, well..." he leaves his explanation hanging. "i don't wanna talk about this stuff now," he whispers, looking down. "i just... wanna sleep.”

“okay…” you whisper out, shuffling how you sit on the edge of the bed and playing with the edge of your nightgown. "how do you want to do this? w-want to lay down i mean. like… who goes where or whatever..." your face is burning again at your slip of words.

he looks over at you, taking in your appearance a little more. now that he's actually paying attention to you, he seems to notice a lot more details, like the way your hair falls over you, and the soft blush on your face, but he doesn't say anything. his only response is a nod as he moves to lay down on his back, leaving plenty of room between the two of you. he looks over at you for a moment and smiles warmly. "you can lay down next to me, if you want?”

you look up, staring at him before nodding and shuffling on the bed to lay down next to the wall. asahi reaches over to the nightstand, turning off the lamp and laying back down under the blankets. the room turns quiet as you fall asleep, dark and still as your breathing evens out and you both lull to sleep.

it's calm for a while, silent before your body jolts as you wake up suddenly, panting and looking around. you take a moment to try and calm yourself down, your mind racing with thoughts as your eyes dart around the room, but everything is dark.

you're suddenly aware of asahi next to you, still asleep with his arms wrapped around a pillow. he's quiet and still, the faint scent of his shampoo lingering in the air. your heart begins to slow down and your breathing, along with your thoughts, becomes steady. your head leans back towards the ceiling, letting out a sigh as you turn to look at asahi.

you tap his shoulder lightly, trying to wake him up. you feel bad doing it, he looks so peaceful and you could tell he was tired, but you need something. someone. him. "a-asahi? are you awake?”

he seems a bit surprised as you tap his shoulder, but he slowly wakes up and looks over at you. his expression becomes a little confused and groggy. "what's wrong?" he asks, sounding half asleep and rubbing his eyes with the back of his hand. he looks rather tired from the lack of sleep, moving slightly to get a bit closer to you. "is everything okay? do you need something?”

"i-i... i'm sorry, i shouldn't have woken you up. it's nothing.” you scramble back to your side of the bed, turning away and pulling your legs into your chest.

stupid, stupid, stupid…

"it's okay," asahi says, trying to comfort you. "you don't need to apologize for that. we're roommates, you know? do you want to tell me what the issue is?" his voice is quiet and soothing, trying to make you feel better. he seems to notice how you're sitting away from him, your body slightly shaking. "hey, come here, " he whispers, scooting over to make room for you again. "i don't think you need to stay away.”

"i-i keep having nightmares... every night since i've moved... and it keeps happening more and more. i can’t sleep anymore...” you roll over to look up in his eyes. “that's why i was up earlier. i don’t- i can't... i'm sorry.”

asahi thinks about your words for a moment and then scoots a bit closer again in order to put an arm around you. "hey, it's alright," he whispers, his voice sounding soft and caring. "i'm here for you, if you need me. i'm here for you.”

"you didn't do anything wrong, you hear me?" he sounds comforting as he pulls your body a little closer to his. "you want me to hold you? can i do that for you?" his tone switches from formal to much more intimate, catching you by surprise. you nod your head, ducking it and tucking into his chest. he's warm, and even though his chest is covered with muscles, he still feels soft. you feel his arm slip over your shoulders as he pulls you closer to his body, wrapping the blankets around both of you. your bodies are closely pressed against each other, your breathing in sync. after silence settles for a minute with only your breaths being heard, you speak up quietly.

"it's funny, i've been your roommate for over a month now, but tonight was the first time i've ever seen your room, and we honestly know nothing about each other.”

once you speak up, asahi sighs a little. "i guess that's true…" he whispers, his voice full of tiredness. “we’ve lived together that long but we really know nothing about each other, huh...” he smiles slightly and caresses your hair. "it does sound a bit funny, now that you mention it.”

"maybe that's why i keep having nightmares... staying in a new place with someone i don't know…” you whisper it under your breath, more to yourself than to him, but it was the truth. you barely know anything besides how each other look and each other’s daily schedules.

your words seem to have been loud enough for asahi to hear, his hand moving from your hair to your lower back as he wraps his arm around your waist, pulling you even closer than before.

"maybe that really is the issue." he sounds a little more awake than he was before now, his eyes open wider. "it wouldn't make sense to have all these nightmares if you weren't worried about anything.”

"but that's not a concern at all. " he continues. "i'm not a threat to you, am i?" his expression has gone from being sleepy to a bit more serious, yet still calm. you start to feel how tightly he's holding you in his arms as you bury your face in his shoulder, his body so warm, and his breathing, though quiet, is slow and steady.

your face starts burning in embarrassment even more as you tuck your face further into him. "you did scare me a bit when i first moved here, you look kinda intimidating sometimes.”

"you think i look intimidating? why?" he asks, his voice a bit surprised and confused. "i'm not a scary guy, you know that, right?” he lets out an awkward laugh and adjusts his arm around your waist. “my friends say i’m actually quite the softie.”

a giggle leaves your throat as you finally look up, staring into his eyes. "nah, i’m not scared anymore. you're like... i dunno. a big teddy bear, i guess. bears that look big and scary, but are actually cuddly sweeties, unless you piss them off.”

asahi smiles as you look up at him, his expression now softer. "that's actually a really cute analogy," he says, his voice full of warmth. “guess i see what you mean though," he says, smiling warmly at you. "i am a big guy, so..." he lets out a small snicker again.

his arm moves from your waist to your leg as he places his free hand underneath your head and pulls you closer still.

feeling his hands move across your skin like that makes your eyes suddenly squeeze shut and your breath catch slightly. "d-definitely a big guy…”

"what'd you think of me? what animal do you think i'm like?" your eyes flutter back open, staring up into his. you can almost feel his eyes wander your body, exploring every inch of your skin with a look of interest, as if he was trying to memorize everything about you.

"hmm... what kind of animal would you be? well…” he takes a moment to think. "you're kinda like a rabbit, to be honest with you," he says, his voice having changed from soothing and calm to a bit more intimate. "cute and adorable, with those big, lovely eyes of yours.”

he lets out a soft chuckle again as he continues, "yeah, you're a rabbit." he looks down at you again. "is that okay with you?" his hand moves down your thigh as he speaks, caressing your leg and making his way toward the hem of your nightgown.

staring into his eyes, you can't help the shiver that runs across your body from his touch. "but don't bears eat bunnies?" you whisper up at him.

he lets out a small laugh again at your comment and his eyes travel your body more. as his hand reaches the hem of your nightgown, your skin bristles under his touch. "not this bear," he continues, his voice quiet and calming. “i won't eat you, no. so don't worry about it.” he shifts his body a little once again and suddenly pulls you even closer to him as his free hand slides up your leg a tiny bit further. "shall i show you how gentle i truly am?" he whispers.

"maybe..." you whisper back, your breaths deep as you feel his hands against your skin, trying to calm yourself as much as you can. your face immediately burns red at your own words, embarrassed in anticipation for his response.

his smile becomes slightly wider as he hears your last words, his free hand slowly and softly trailing your leg as his eyes become wider and more intense. "did i hear you correctly, little bunny?" he whispers, his voice barely audible. "do you want me to do that?” the hand caressing your leg moves up a bit more and starts to pet your thigh, his fingernails barely touching your skin.

you nod your head lightly, arching your back and letting out a small whimper when you feel his hand pulling away.

am i seriously doing this?

but he's just so...

"big teddy bear can do whatever he wants.”

his smile becomes wider and his face slowly moves closer to yours. "i’m going to be very gentle with you. very, very gentle.” he whispers, his voice very soft but still a bit more intimate than before.

the sound of the bed sheets rustling and the blankets being adjusted is heard as asahi moves himself closer to you and shifts himself to have better access to your body. his hand moves back up your thigh and touches your nightgown again, making his fingers skim over you.

you can’t help but squirm when you feel his big hands ghosting your skin, fingers playing with your nightgown, staring up into his pretty brown eyes as you nod your head.

“more.”

your words make his smile widen and his eyes look more alive. his touch becomes a little more firm and his breathing becomes a bit heavier. "tell me what to do, little bunny." his voice is barely audible as his body moves slightly on top of you, waiting for your instructions, looking down at you with his hands still on your legs and his breath catching slightly in his throat. a small whimper leaves your mouth as you stare up at him, his long hair hanging down, framing your face.

"want teddy bear to kiss me." you whisper under your breath.

“i can do that," he whispers, looking at you intently. he leans down closer and places a small kiss on your lips, his hand moving up your thigh slowly. his lips are soft, gentle and almost scared against yours. they linger on yours for a few seconds before pulling away.

“what else?” his body moves closer to you once again as his hand reaches the bottom of your nightgown and he starts to lift it up a little. "tell me what you want, little bunny.” he whispers, his voice now sounding just a bit more desperate.

your breathing is getting heavier, your eyes unable to separate from his.

“again.”

your answer makes him lean down and claim your lips for a second time. his hand sneaks under your nightgown and moves it upward, his touch becoming a little more firm. still as gentle as he can make it, but definitely more firm than before.

"like that, sweetheart?" he whispers, his voice sounding more desperate by the second as his breath catches in his throat. his eyes are glued to yours and his body shifts a little bit on top of yours. "do you want me to keep going?" he asks softly.

you nod your head quickly, not wanting him to stop. "uh huh, please.” you arch your back as you felt his hands getting higher while they pull at your nightgown, aiding him as he tries to lift it.

he grins at you and moves his free hand to your thigh before pulling on your nightgown once again. he lets out a soft groan as your body curves ever so slightly from your movements. "you're a really good girl, little bunny." he whispers as he continues, bringing you even closer. "you like when your big teddy bear kisses you, don't you?"

"i'll give you more, sweetheart.”

a long whine leaves your mouth as you feel a sudden chill when the fabric of your nightgown is lifted higher, his flingers tracing lines across your skin, making you want more and more from him. "pleaseee, want you so bad.”

"i love you, little bunny."

as soon as the words pass through his lips his face looks more anxious. "i really do love you, you know that, right?” he whispers as his hand continues to move your nightgown up more and more, his fingertips touching and caressing every inch of skin they can reach within reason. your own breathing is heavy now, as you're barely managing to control your own desires at this point. "do you want me to kiss you again?”

you nod your head rapidly, not wanting him to stop. his lips are addicting, you can't help it.

“more.”

the sound of the fabric moving and rustling is loud in the otherwise quiet room as his hand manages to pull the nightgown just a little bit higher than before. he leans over you and places his lips on yours for a third time, his tongue slowly slipping out and brushing against your lips as his body presses against yours, his free hand caressing your body.

you can't help but moan when you feel his tongue slip in and brush against yours, moving in your mouth in a way that makes you melt in his arms even more. it's like your tongues were made for each other, fitting in the other's mouth perfectly. at the sound of your moans, he smiles widely against your lips as his tongue continues to dance with yours. as if he's been waiting to kiss you like this, as if he's been missing something from his life and you're finally filling that gap.

his hand holds on tight to your body, like he's finally fulfilling one of his dreams. you're breathless, and so is he. "do you want more? little bunny?” you're panting, gazing back up into his deep chocolate eyes. the higher his hands run under your nightgown, the more your body shivers, and you squeeze your eyes shut as you lean up to press a small kiss on his stubbly chin.

he lets out a soft groan when you kiss him, looking all the more hungry as he stares at you. his breathing is more frantic, as if he's just found the missing thing he's been looking for. "god, you're just so damn beautiful," he whispers to you, his other hand starting to move the fabric of your nightgown up higher and higher. he seems to be in a hurry despite already managing to reach your thighs, and the way he glances at you tells you that he seems to be contemplating whether or not to really do it…

"do you want me to take off your nightgown?”

a small breath leaves your mouth when you hear what he says. you knew that the situation was growing heavier, and you couldn't deny that you wanted asahi, but you didn't think that he'd actually ask you something like that.

"d-do you want to?”

asahi looks at you for a moment, his body pressed against yours and his fingers hovering above your clothes. his eyes travel to the nightgown that's barely covering you. the way his eyes dart from the nightgown to your face shows how conflicted he feels, and after a moment of silence, his eyes finally find yours once again.

his voice is barely audible when he speaks, as if that question itself scares him a bit. "i do... i really do, baby.” he closes his eyes and looks away for a moment before opening them again. "but only if you really want it." as he speaks, his hand lightly caresses your leg. "can i take off your nightgown, sweetheart?”

your breathing is heavy, and you stare into his eyes as you nod your head slowly, grabbing his hand and pulling it towards the fabric at the edge of your nightgown.

asahi’s eyes light up when he sees what you're attempting to do, his hand moving slowly as he takes hold of the rim of your nightgown. he takes a moment before slowly starting to lift it upwards, not taking his eyes off yours at any moment. he doesn't pull it off all at once- he does it slowly, slowly revealing pieces of your skin as he goes. with a small smile and the occasional gasps and moans, it's obvious that both him and you like this.

as the fabric is slowly raised, you're exposed to the cold air of the bedroom, and it tickles your skin, making you shiver under his light touch. you can't help but let a small whimper escape your lips as you stare up at his focused expression. he pulls the fabric further and further, allowing your body to become fully exposed to his gaze- your skin bare, exposed, vulnerable.

"do you like this, sweetheart?” asahi asks, his voice more quiet than ever. he moves his face close to yours and gives you a quick kiss on your lips. "i want to see you up close. can i?" he whispers.

a moan slips through your mouth from his movements, his words, everything happening at once. "please.”

he breathes deeply and moves his face away, looking at you for a moment before leaning down towards you again. his voice is quiet, full of affection, and he drags his thumb across your lips as moves his mouth back to your ear. "little bunny, i want you to feel good..." he whispers.

"i want you to feel good with your big teddy bear.” he moves your hair away from your face and leans his face close to yours again, his fingers petting your lips. "can we keep going? would you like that?”

the calluses on his fingers scrapes at your lips, but for some reason, it makes everything even more exciting. you reach your hands up, trailing them over his chest to link around his shoulders, and whisper out a small “yes.”

his heartbeat becomes quicker as you place your hands on his body, his breathing faster and he lets out a small, quiet moan before leaning forward and placing his lips on your own again. his hands slowly move down until they reach your bare chest. his fingers brushing against your skin as he continues kissing you with everything he can pour out of himself.

you can’t help but moan into his mouth when you feel his large hands ghosting your tits, the touches so light it tickles your skin and makes you whine for more.

his lips never leave yours as he kisses you with all his enthusiasm and passion, his hands slowly and carefully mapping your bare skin, as if he's afraid he'd accidentally hurt you. your moans and whimpers makes him feel the need to do even more as he kisses you harder and more eagerly than before, feeling like he's trying to memorize your taste. your fingers move into his hair and you pull him closer.

the feeling of his lips linked with yours and his hands caressing your bare skin sends sensations throughout your entire body. it makes your legs quiver and you struggle to maintain control over your own body while he continues to kiss you. when he finally pulls back to take a breath, you’re panting with your head rolled back, a smile beginning to spread across your face.

"such a teddy bear," you breathe out with your eyes shut, chuckling slightly under your breath.

his face is bright red and his breathing is a bit shaky, but he doesn't feel the need to say anything yet as he places his hand back on your chest and lightly squeezes your tits. "such a good little bunny," he whispers. “i've wanted to do this with you for so long." his voice is still very soft, his smile beaming. “are you happy? can i kiss you again?" he asks, his voice filled with desire.

a giggle leaves your mouth as you finally open your eyes again, looking up at him. you slowly reach your hand up, weaving it through his long hair and smile back at him. "definitely happier now, asahi." you nod your head and lean up until your lips meet, kissing him again.

when his lips once again meet yours, they clash with more intensity than before. his tongue slips out quickly, smashing with yours, his fingers moving down your body once again as he begins rubbing your bare back. "you're so beautiful when you're smiling like that, you know that right?” he whispers against your lips, his voice sounding more like a murmur. "you're so perfect when your voice is filled with little giggles and your face has that cute smile.” his thumb strokes your back as he leans back down, his tongue continuing to map your mouth.

you can’t help but blush at what he's saying, already feeling lightheaded by everything happening, and now feeling even more on edge through the kiss. your fingers tangle in his hair, trying to drag him somehow even closer as you wrap your leg around him. with a little giggle, he lets himself be pulled closer as you continue kissing him. he wraps his arms around your body and pulls you even more, pressing your bodies together more and more the longer the kiss lasts. your breathing is heavy, and the kiss is getting more passionate as your tongues play with each other. small sounds of pleasure escape your lips when he pulls his tongue away from yours. "can i be a bit more... bold... this time, little bunny?" he whispers.

you smile up at him through heavy breaths, trying to somehow think straight. "how can you be more bold than this?”

he grins as he gives you a small, teasing smirk. "there's much more i can do than just kiss you, little bunny. can i please show you what i can do?" he whispers, his voice full of affection and desire. his hands continue to caress your body, moving up and down as he gently strokes you. "can i touch you more? can we go further than just kisses and little touches? sweetheart, please let me see all of you.”

you melt into his gentle touches, smiling. opening your eyes to stare back into his as your nails trail slowly from his scalp, along his shoulders, down his back. "teddy bear can do whatever he wants to do to me.”

asahi lets out a small moan when you drag your nails down his body, his hands continuing to caress you, his voice becoming more desperate. "i want to touch your pussy, sweetie,” he whispers as his face somehow becomes even more red. "will you let me touch you there? little bunny, please? can i see you, all of you?”

a small shiver runs through your body as you hear his words and feel his hands moving across your skin.

this is too good.

"y-you can... if you take off your sweatpants too. so we're even..." a blush runs down your skin at his words and touches, but you want him so much.

his cheeks become a little more red as you say this, but he quickly nods at you and begins removing his sweatpants. "anything for you, little bunny.” his hands move from your body and he slides his sweatpants down, revealing his toned legs and tight underwear. the sight in front of you makes your breath catch- his arms flexing as he pulls his sweatpants off, showing his thick, muscular thighs that make you whimper. as he crawls back onto the bed, it displays his muscles and sends shivers down your spine. he sits down next to you and slowly caresses your body again, his touch a little more intimate now, his gaze filled with love and affection. "sweetheart, can i touch you now?”

when you feel his big hands lightly smoothing the skin on your tummy, your heartbeat starts speeding up- but when you hear him speak and look up into his big kind eyes, you immediately calm.

his touch gets more firm and intimate as his hands move up your torso, towards your breasts. your can feel his hands caressing your skin, gently stroking your tits with his callused fingers, making them move ever so slightly. this time, the sounds coming from your lips sound more like moans than anything.

"they're so pretty, little bunny." asahi whispers as he continues caressing you. as he speaks, his hands continue to caress your skin, as if he’s worshiping your body with every touch. then, once he's close enough, he leans forward and takes one of your tits into his mouth, suckling it lightly. you can't help the long whine that slips from your mouth at the feeling, him rolling the nipple between his lips. when he pulls back, a small line of saliva connects it to his mouth.

"little bunny, your skin is so soft…” his voice is soft with a smile as he continues caressing your body. his touch is still light, but you can tell he wants to do so much more. his hands start trailing lower and lower until his fingers touch the edge of your panties. "can i touch you down there, little bunny? can i touch you there and show you how much i love you?" his words are quiet, eyes glued to his hands as they tremble.

"please, asahi." you whisper out. you can tell he's nervous, and you can’t take your eyes off of him. with a quick nod, his hands move beneath the waistband of your panties, his fingers slowly moving across the surface of your skin as he pulls them down.

"i'll make you feel good, little bunny…” his voice is quiet and filled with desires he's wanted to fulfill for so long. "do you... do you want me, little bunny? do you want me to touch your pussy and show you how good it can feel?" he whispers softly as his fingers continue moving, lightly trailing across your folds, searching for the perfect spot.

your back arches and you can’t help but squirm under his touch, his big, warm hands pawing at you and turning you into mush. "yesss, want teddy bear to touch me." you’re mewling from his touch, his words.

"please, daddy.” you whisper with your eyes squeezed shut.

asahi’s head snaps up to look at you as you call him that, and a huge blush spreads across his face. his voice becomes even quieter than before when he speaks again. "little bunny, can you... call me that again? can you call me daddy, please?”

as he speaks, his long, thick fingers slip into your pussy, sinking deeper and deeper, searching for the perfect spot. he's using so much restraint now, as if he's afraid of moving too fast for you, your sounds and words turning him into a complete mess.

his thumb brushes against your clit and makes your vision go blank, your body tensing up, flinging your head back into the pillow below as you cry out. "there! right there, daddy!”

his breath catches when your voice peaks and your body tenses under his touch. "right there, little bunny?" he whispers, still unable to believe that you just called him “daddy”, and how loud you were when you did it. you were always so quiet, but your moans and whimpers are making him weak on his knees.

his thumb continues to circle your clit, his other fingers reaching deep to rub the inside of your pussy as he keeps up with the movement you like so much. "d-don't stop asahi." you whine out, your eyes fluttering back open to stare at his face. "s...so good.”

"i... i won't stop. i promise.” his hands keep going, his fingers moving with rhythm and a pace that makes you mewl. he presses his lips against your neck and whispers in your ear. "little bunny, do you feel all hot and tingly down there? do you feel it building up?”

"i do, i do!” you cry out, your cunt feeling like it's burning under his touch, your breathing getting quicker and quicker. he tilts his head and takes a small kiss, a little teasing nip on your neck as he leans over you again. "tell me how good it feels…”

"f-feels a-amazing." you stutter, turning into a mumbling mess under his hands. his fat fingers feel like fire against your skin, and he continues to make you feel good, slowly moving his fingers in circles and caressing the same spot over and over again. his breaths become louder as he puts as much attention as he can into making you feel good.

"i want you to tell me when you're about to cum." his voice becomes softer and softer as he speaks. “little bunny, can you please tell daddy when you feel it?" his hands are slightly trembling now as he continues moving his fingers back and forth, massaging your cunt to the sound of your moans.

you nod your head quickly, mewling under his touch. "c-close daddy, i’m close.”

his lips curl up into a smile as he hears your words, his touch becoming more intense and aggressive in attempt to make you feel the best he can. "that's it, little bunny." he whispers. "keep going. keep going. i'm right here…” your body starts trembling and your breaths grow louder. you're so close now, and you might not be able to hold back for much longer.

your body suddenly tenses up, squeezing in on itself as you subconsciously curl your limbs together. a long and loud cry escapes your mouth as you start shaking around his fingers.

“asahiiiii!”

his own voice breaks as he hears you cry out his name. "yes, baby! you can do it!"

"mhm... yes, little bunny..." he leans closer towards you and holds you close, kissing you for a few long seconds before whispering into your ear once again. "let it go, sweetie. let it go." his words and touches are filled with love and affection, your arms clinging to him as your body begins to calm down, whimpers spilling from your mouth as you look up at him with shaky eyes.

he's blushing when he looks back at you with a huge smile. "you did it… good job, little bunny." he whispers, as his damp fingers slowly slipping out and moving to caress your thigh. "does it feel good now? do you…” he slowly sits back on his knees, moving close to you and caressing your hair as your head rests on his chest. "tell me. how do you feel now? was it good, princess?" he whispers, sounding a bit nervous.

you look up at his flustered face and nod in response. "uh huh… yeah.” you stare at him for a while, looking his body up and down before taking notice of something and whispering, "you didn't get to do anything though, did you?”

his face becomes slightly redder as you point that out to him. "eh... n-no, not really... but that's okay! you don't have to do anything for me." he whispers, and the way he's looking at you is different than before. he wraps his arms around your body and hugs you tight, kissing the top of your head. "is there... anything i can do for you? is there anything you want from me?”

you tilt your head up to look at him. “but that's not fair for you. i want my teddy bear to be happy too, like you made me." you can’t help the look of innocence on your face- he deserves to feel like that too.

his blush gets deeper when you point that out to him. "i... no, no, it's okay. i don't need to feel good right now." he whispers, still trying to avoid the situation. but when he sees that innocent look on your face, he gives up and slowly leans down towards you.

"okay, fine! you can… reward me then, princess." his voice becomes slightly breathy by the way you're looking at him. "can i have your mouth then, please?"

a small smile spreads across your face when you hear his response, nodding your head. "anything you want, asahi.”

his lips slowly and lightly press against yours as he leans to kiss you. this isn't the heated make-out session you just had with him- this is slow, tender. one hand slowly trails down from your hair to your back, gently caressing you, his other hand holding you close to his body. his eyes slowly close and his heart flutters with excitement. "you're so beautiful, princess." he murmurs softly as his lips remain pressed against yours.

you can feel his scruff tickling your chin as he whispers, and it makes you giggle lightly. you shuffle around so you can sit up a little better, making it easier for him to reach your mouth without making him lean down so far. it's impossible not to melt into his soft kisses, and it makes you feel like you were almost… connected. he continues slowly kissing you as you move, making sure to adjust his head just right to make you feel comfortable. his tongue slowly touches your lips, teasing them and causing you to smile- this is much more intimate than the other kisses. "do you want to lay back down, princess?" he whispers lightly.

"mmm hmm…” you mumble against his lips, following his movements as he begins to rotate how you sit. his strong arms slide down to wrap around your waist as he lowers you onto your back, towering over you as your lips remain connected. his arms slowly move away from your waist and caress your body as his lips move from your mouth to your neck to press gentle, soft love bites. "you taste so good..." he whispers, his head moving up and down your body. "i want so much more, princess.”

you can’t help but moan as you feel his mouth suck and nibble at your collarbones, the feeling so good as his body heat spreads across yours. "teddy bear can do whatever he wants- it's your turn." you breathe out.

asahi suddenly freezes, looking up slowly and smiling when he hears your words. "do you mean... you'll let me…" he pauses for a tiny moment, a small bit of hope shining in his eyes. “i can do whatever i want? i can play with you however i want?”

a smile spreads across your face and a small giggle escapes when you hear his response. he's so cute.

"yes asahi.”

his eyes light up and his entire face becomes bright red when he hears your giggle. "thank you, little bunny..." he breathes out. his fingers start trailing across your body once more, his movements becoming quicker and more eager. "are you ready, princess? just let me know if it's too much and i'll stop, please tell me if you feel any pain." his words are spoken with so much affection and worry, his eyes lidded as he continues to explore your body.

"i think i'm ready." you say, looking up at him with a smile. "i'Il tell you, i promise.”

his fingers and mouth keep moving across your body, suckling your skin and leaving kisses. "good, princess. good, good…” he whispers, his voice filled with affection. he can't help but feel giddy as he continues touching your body, feeling you react to his touch. his hand goes back up to your hair and he gives it a gentle stroke as he lifts his head. "just tell me if it starts to hurt, okay, princess?”

you nuzzle his hand as it strokes your hair, giving a small nod in response as you lift your legs. hiking them around his back, you begin to tug and play with the waistband of his boxers with your toes.

his eyes widen and a huge smile appears on his face. "oh? is baby bunny helping me with something?" his fingers move away from your hair and he gently grabs and slightly pulls his boxers down. "are you trying to get rid of these, princess?" he whispers, a big smile on his face as he watches you. "do you want me to be fully naked for you too, little bunny?”

"uh huh." you murmur under your breath as you watch his hands grabbing the waistband, slowly lowering your legs back down to the mattress to give him easier access. "daddy bear's being too slow.”

asahi can't help but laugh when you call him “daddy bear". he smiles down at you as he throws his boxers to the side and then sits back down next to you. he leans forwards and gives you a quick kiss on your cheek. "is there anything else you want, little bunny? anything else you need from your daddy bear?”

you reach your hand over and brush some of his fallen hair out of his face, taking your time to look him over with wide eyes. he's big- that was a given though. thick length and a fat sack, you can tell he’s going to stretch you out, and it makes your breath catch for a second. you weren't sure what you were expecting, but he's definitely better than you imagined. "j-just want you to be happy... i want you, asahi.”

"oh, i know... i want you a lot too, princess. is… is that okay? can i have you?" he asks softly. his heart starts to beat extremely fast in his chest, his face bright red as if he's ashamed to ask. when he speaks, he's as soft as before, his voice gentle and filled with love and affection. "is it okay if i have your body, little bunny?” he asks, his eyes fluttering closed to avoid looking at you for a moment.

you slowly reach over towards him, grasping his hand with yours and pulling it from where it sat on his leg. holding your hands together, you stare at him as you slowly reach your conjoined hands downward until your fingers start to wrap around his cock. "yes, asahi." you breathe out.

his voice is soft and gentle as he finally opens his eyes again to look at you, watching as you grab ahold of his cock in a gentle, tight grip. he shivers under your touch, and a small groan escapes him. "oh my- oh, god... oh my god, princess…” he grips the bed sheets tightly.

“good… good, little bunny."

you move your hand up and down slowly, pumping his fat cock to the noises that escape his mouth. the sounds he's making are so hot, you can't help but groan from hearing them.

"is it okay, asahi?” you whisper out, adjusting your hand in attempt to fit fully around his throbbing thickness.

he doesn't respond for a few moments, his breath coming out as little whimpers. "is it okay? no, no, it's okay…” his words sound muffled as his voice becomes filled with desire. he closes his eyes again as his face turns completely red. "it's more than okay, little bunny, it's amazing- i…” his voice stays soft and gentle, but he doesn't try to hide how good he feels from your touch.

"your grip is so s-soft, and it feels... i-i'm gonna…” you start feeling him begin to tense up, and you yank your hand away quickly, stopping the movements immediately.

"no! baby, no, don't stop!” he sounds desperate as he opens his eyes to look at you. "it... i... it felt so good! what are you doing, princess?" he whines, his voice filled with anxiety now. "please don't stop, princess, please! i was so close, it felt so good…”

you can’t help the small giggle that leaves your mouth when you see his response.

he's so cute when he's worried.

"don't want you to finish in my hands, asahi. i think... i think i want you to…" a blush spreads across your face as you look down, unsure how to express what you want to say.

his expression relaxes and his eyes become soft as they look at you, moving his fingers through your hair to reassure you.. "you want me to...? little bunny, do you want... me to... inside you?” his voice is slightly unsure, but excited as he begins to connect the dots to what you want. "i... i want to, yes, but are you sure little bunny? do you think you're ready for it?” he sounds concerned despite how much he wants it, because he's afraid he'll hurt you. if you ask him, he'll give you everything you want, but he's still scared he'll make a mistake or be too rough.

you nod your head quickly in return, watching the emotions change across his face. "i'm ready asahi, i want you." you can't separate your eyes from his. "need you.”

the way you're looking at him pushes him over the edge, and without another word, he quickly rolls over so that he's hovering over you. his legs slowly slide into position and he reaches down to lift your legs up on his shoulders. "little bunny, you're so amazing," he whispers, his eyes still locked on yours as he slowly moves closer to you. he moves his head down to your chest and begins to kiss you passionately at the neck, his breath becoming deeper with each passing moment. "i need you too, princess.”

you can’t help but whimper when his lips attach to your neck again, your legs hiked over his shoulders in a foreign position you’d never been in before. "pleaseee, asahi!" you whine out, his tongue and lips gently licking and suckling your skin as he slowly moves back up your body. his face is right next to your ear, the heat of his breath tickling you as his voice becomes softer.

"yes, princess, i'm right here.” his arms wrap around you once again as he gently pulls you closer to him and kisses you. "can i? can i cum in you, little bunny?" he whispers against your lips, his fingers trailing across your body as he waits for your answer.

you nod your head rapidly, whimpering as you feel his touches. "uh huh, yes, please.” your words are coming out fast and slurred, whining in want for him.

his whole face lights up as he hears your answer and he slowly starts to move himself lower, making sure that you'll be comfortable the whole time. "okay, okay, just relax, princess. just let daddy take care of you.”

"just tell me if i’m doing too much, okay, baby bun?" his voice is soft and gentle as he tries to calm you. if this is what you want, and you're okay with it, then he's okay with it too.

"i-i will, daddy.” your voice comes out like a whisper, yearning for his touch as you watch him line up. he shivers when you say "daddy", and you see his legs tremble a little once he's finally in position. his fingers run through your hair as he takes a deep breath in.

"okay. i'm... i'm ready, princess.” he leans forwards and kisses you gently, his eyes closing as he moves closer. "just... breathe, okay, little bunny?”

your breath catches when you feel him push forward and into you, your eyes rolling back and clenching shut at the wide stretch. “a-a-asahi!"

he lets out a quiet groan when he hears your voice break, his body quivering and his lips trembling as he stares at you affectionately. he pushes in slowly, allowing your body time to adjust to the sensation as he feels you clenching around him.

"is... is everything okay, princess?" he asks softly, his own voice shaky with nerves and excitement. he's moving very slowly in an effort to be gentle, wanting to take his time and try not to hurt you. "are you okay? does it feel good, little bunny?” he whispers, his fingers moving back up your body to massage your hip. "just tell me if it's too much for you, okay?” he looks down at you as he slowly begins to pull back. "just... breathe, baby. just breathe-"

"s-so..." your mouth hangs open, panting as you try to compose yourself. “you…you’re s-so thick, asahi…”

his face becomes completely red as soon as he hears your words and he freezes up. “p-princess? p-please? don't say that aloud..." his head is shaking and his eyes are wide, filled with embarrassment at your words. he slowly reaches up and covers your mouth with his large hand to keep your voice down. "we don't... no... we don't talk like that out loud, little bunny, alright? do you understand?" he whispers, his voice sounding so flustered.

he's so cute when he's embarrassed

a whimper escapes your mouth, opening your eyes to look up at him. "i-it's okay, asahi..." you try to speak from behind his hand, muffled from his attempt to make you quieter.

"i... alright..." his fingers slowly leave your mouth and travel back down your body, his hand moving to your ass and squeezing it as he starts to move his hips.

"what do you need, little bunny?" he asks gently, his head leaning down to rest between your breasts. "i want to give you anything… just tell me and i'll give it to you.”

you try to steady your breathing as you get used to how he feels, relaxing and becoming less tense under his touch. “i w-want you to feel good.”

tilting your head down to look where he rests on your chest, you reach forward to stroke his hair. "you can do whatever you want, teddy bear.”

his eyes flutter open and he sees how close your bodies are, how gently you're touching him. he slowly moves his hand back down, wrapping it around your waist and pulling you closer. "i'm feeling more than fine, yeah? i feel amazing already." he smiles, moving his head back up towards yours again. “do you want me to go faster?"

you nod your head, staring back at him with a small smile creeping across your face. "that sounds good.”

"oh, good, because i'm going crazy." he chuckles, his voice filled with hunger for more of you. he pulls back before thrusting hard into you again, letting out a small, satisfied moan.

"you're so... god, so... tight..." he whispers, his voice shaking as his body quivers. he starts to rock his hips slowly, making sure he stays at a pace that'll suit you best. “is it okay if i suck on your neck, princess?" he whispers, looking at you with adoring eyes as he waits for your answer.

you can’t help but giggle back at him. "you really like teasing my tits and my neck, don't you teddy bear?”

"i do..." he murmurs softly, quickly leaning in to nibble the skin of your neck. his tongue gently licks the skin, leaving a trail of light, playful bites on it. "i just like playing with you, little bunny. i feel like i could play with you forever…” he whispers with a soft smile on his face.

he moves up and he continues to kiss you, his hands pressing down on the back of your thighs to keep you folded as he starts to thrust harder and faster. you can’t help the loud moans that escape your mouth from the actions he's making- his bites, his kisses, his hands, his thrusts. "ughhh! you're so g-good, asahi!” you whine with your head thrown back against the pillow.

his face blushes again, his eyes closed as he tries to focus on pleasing you. he can feel your cunt tightening and fluttering around him, and it makes him move a little faster, the pace finally accelerating to the point where he’s panting.

"little bunny, i'm getting close..." his voice is shaky, filled with excitement, eager to hear you.

you start nodding your head frantically, murmuring "uh huh~" over and over again under your breath. your breathing is heavy as your body starts to shake, whining nonstop. "do it, daddy! want you so bad…”

"little bunny, if you say that again, i’m gonna-!" he stops himself from saying anything else and his face flushes with embarrassment. “i-i'm close, princess…” he whispers, his voice quivering. asahi moves his head up to yours and he looks at you again with a worried look in his eyes. "i'm sorry, i can't- i can't hold back...”

he's so close now.

"pleaseee! asa-!" your loud whines are cut off with a choked cry as your body tenses up, your cunt walls fluttering and gripping his cock, squeezing hard, trying to pull him in deeper.

his whole face lights up with a smile as he wraps his arms tight around you and moves his face closer to yours. "h-holy-oh.." he slowly lets out some air and he snaps his hips faster now. "ah-ah-aha….. ah…” his face is a mix of multiple emotions by this point, so much going through his body at once. "oh god... oh my god, princess... i... i'm so close... i-”

his body tenses up as he lets out another loud moan of pleasure and freezes, his cock pulsing and twitching inside your pussy as he fills you with his hot cum. asahi’s face is completely red as his body trembles with pleasure, and he looks down at you with adoring, loving eyes. “p-princess... little bunny~.. oh my god, i…” he's so overwhelmed with everything, he just can't look anywhere other than your face, his mouth is hung open as he struggles to breathe properly.

you can feel his big hands that grip your arms shaking, his long hair dangling in your face and tickling your skin. both of your breathing is heavy and uneven, and you can’t stop staring up into his handsome face as you slowly lower your legs. "a-asahi? a-are you okay?”

he pulls you even closer to him, burying your face into his chest as he wraps his arms tightly around you once again. you can feel his heart beating rapidly, his body still in shock at what just happened, and he just can’t let go of you at all.

"little... little bunny..." his words come out in between deep breaths as he looks down at you with loving eyes. "i'm okay. never been better.”

you lay there, your head tucked into his chest for what feels like hours as your breaths grow even. stroking your hair, tight grip around your center, you were glued to his warm body."i don't think i'm going to have nightmares anymore…” you whisper out.

even as you feel his thick cock softening inside you, asahi never pulls out, and you stay connected as you finally lull into a state of calm. pulling on the blankets to cover the both of you, smiling softly and pressing a kiss on your forehead as he wraps his arms tighter around you. “you're my princess, okay? i'm here for you... forever,” he pulls you as close to his body as he can. "you're mine, and i'm yours to keep and love. we were... well... it was bound to happen.”

you can’t help but snuggle into his scruffy neck, your breaths slowing as you fall asleep against his warmth.

"sleep well, little bunny." his voice is calm and soft as he runs his fingers through your hair and pulls you even closer to him. he's your teddy bear, and he'll always take care of his little rabbit.

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ *:･ﾟ✧

a/n: sorry this one turned out so much longer than previous things i've written, i have no idea how tf it did lol. side note- i'm currently writing two other fics rn, and have another one in the "setup/planning" phase as well, so i guess look out for those soon haha. tag list (leave a comment if you wanna be added for future fics!)

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vampiric-tempt · 7 months

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Kinktober | 01

≡ overstimulation | shang tsung x gn!reader * ˚ ✦

tw ➤ nsfw, smut, overstimulation, dubcon, term "pet" used, gender neutral

a/n: my first smut of this event! If I made any errors, feel free to leave a comment or send an inbox. I want to improve in writing so criticism is okay with me lol. Luv u

❥・*。You gasped at the overwhelming sensation Shang was giving you. Your legs draped upon his shoulders as he continued to relentlessly thrust into you. He has been teasing you and making you cum for god knows how long, but Shang had drowned you in praises and encouraged that you could handle more.

"C'mon my love, I know you can handle a few more." He grunted, his hands gripping the flesh of your hips. He too looked disheveled, his hair fallen amongst his shoulders.

"mmh- s'too much Shang!" You cried out. Your hands helplessly gripping the sheets. "Too good!"

He chuckled and raised a hand to wipe the tears from your eyes. "But you're being such a good boy/girl, you can take it."

You huffed at his response, your head growing dizzy from the burning sensation below. "F-fuckk." You begin to sputter incoherent words as he plunged himself into you.

Shang Tsung smirked and adjusted the angle, his palms guiding the back of your thighs closer to your chest.

"You look good like this pet." The new angle allowing him to bury himself deeper into your heat. You cried out in pleasure, the new angle pushing you to your climax once again. Your body went limp into his hands and he titled his head sadistically. "Oh? We just started, surely another won't hurt?" He cooed, brushing the strands of hair from your face.

The extent of your orgasm had left you breathless. "Too much..." You whimper again, praying he'd finally let you rest.

Shang let out a low laugh, his hips still bucking into your oversensitive heat.

"Good pet, such a good pet." He grunted as his thrusts finally grew sloppy. His hands were now placed beside your head to balance himself. You trembled, drool dripping down the edges of your mouth. Shang let out a low growl, his thrusts finally jerking to a stop. You bit back a moan, the feeling of his seed warming your insides. Your sex filled with his cum. It coated Shang's member and the insides of your thighs in such a mess from your many orgasms.

You thought Shang's pleasurable torture would end, however, the sudden feeling of his hips grinding again sent shockwaves through your body. The pleasure becoming too much for you to handle.

"Shang no more please!" You quickly begged, hands uselessly pushing against his chest.

He purred darkly and leaned down to the croon of your neck. "One more, my love. You can handle one more."

Your eyes shut tight as you begin to endure the burning pleasure. Shang was right, you could always handle whatever he'd given you. You belonged to him as did he. You loved him too much to say no.

╰┈➤ other kinktober 2023 mk1 works

#mk x reader #mortal kombat x reader #mortal kombat smut #shang tsung x reader #tw.dubcon #tw.dark content #tw.smut #mdni #kinktober 2023

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maddyguru · 4 months

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hi!! i know that you’re not rlly used to writing for toji but can u do a Dad!Toji where he misses Mamaguro so much that he just took the habits of forcefully taking his need on his daughter? :v

Tw: dark content, father/daughter incest, non con, loss of virginity, toji has virgin kink?, creampie, minors and antis, do not interact

Toji loves his wife; she was the only one who could ever ignite that fire of love in his cold heart and so, he spent his days with his beloved woman until fate had decided that she would leave him behind in her early 30s.

It was a cruel fate that God had planned for him- putting him in this miserable world with his miserable family and then gifting him the most perfect woman he could ever think of and provide the love he craved, only to take her away from him just like that. She slipped right through his fingers. She was gone, leaving him and their little girl behind.

And as the young girl grew, the depressed toji began to see that she was oh so much alike to his late wife- her face, her mannerism, and her voice, they were all so close to the young girl's mother. And it led him to think,

That God didn't really forget about him. God took away his beloved wife, only to replace her with their pretty daughter.

You were his to love. To own. To take. Who else would want and love you if not your own old man? Ah, God didn't forget about Toji after all.

He snuck into your room at night, waking you up from your slumber only to start ripping away your clothes that he provided to you. He couldn't atop himself from the urge to claim what is his- he ignored your scared cries as you lie naked, bare in front of him like your mother once was- only, she wasn't crying from fear.

When toji took your first time, he cried. Because God really made you to be his. Your virginity was proof that you are his to own, and that you were waiting for him all along. His cock twitched excitedly at the feeling of your gummy, tight, and velvety pussy and the droplets of your virgin blood running down his cock. You were crying so hard and begged him to take out his huge cock; but you didn't understand. No matter. He will make you understand.

It didn't really hurt him when he starts fucking you. Although, he's sure that your body and mind is hurting at this moment. His sloppy thrust was alien to you, given that you've never fucked anyone before. Toji wished he could do something about you crying and having a panic attack from his actions, but his happiness is what matters most. Yours come second.

"dad, please, stop..."

"dad, it hurts..."

"dad, it's too much..."

"dad, please..."

"dad, I'm bleeding..."

Your pleas were left unheard, as he continued using you again and again and cumming inside your pure womb.

#toji fushiguro x reader #toji x you #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #tw.smut #tw. noncon #tw.blood #tw.incest #tw.dark content #tw. violence

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alwaysaslutforfic · 1 year

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Tsukki Headcanons ❤️ - NSFW

Just some musings on my favourite Sendai Frogs middle blocker ☺️

Warnings: nothing super explicit. Mentions of sending nudes, hair pulling, and oral sex

Minors keep away from the cut and DNI!

Beta readers? Pft

Listens to any and everything but with a purpose 👌🏾. Ask him for a recommendation in any genre and he’ll give you a top 5 tier list. Has playlists arranged by mood, genre, vibe and occasion (he even has one for you that he will literally never tell you about but plays often. He just tells you it’s his favourite mix). Dude is highkey a music snob. Like he’ll listen to a song in any genre but it better be a fucking ✨S tier song✨ or he will Judge. Will never concede the aux cord.

Meanest tutor ever. Will have you crying at the kitchen table asking the same question till you get it right. “If Johnny has 5 apples! 😤” typa tutor. But his notes are amazing and he’ll always lend them without question.

We already know how I feel about clingy Tsukki. But let me reiterate: this man is obsessed with being in your personal space. Like ”I’m gonna go take a shower.” ”….. without me? 😒”

But he also respects your space when you need it. Just don’t be gone too long or he’ll get lonely. He’s highkey touch starved.

An impeccable driver. And unreasonably hot while doing it. I’m talking hand on thigh, arm on headrest when reversing, will do your seatbelt HOT. And you’re his favourite passenger princess. Tsukki refuses to let anyone adjust your seat. If they’re feeling cramped they’re more than welcome to sit in the back, or even better, walk.

A great cook. He lets you be the taste tester when you cook together. If you can’t cook this is the one time he has an amount of patience teaching you. He is, however, a horrendous baker. Tried to make you valentines day chocolates and you had to throw out the tea towels cos they somehow ended up singed. You laughed till you cried he’d have been hurt about it if you weren’t so beautiful

Likewise, his actions speak louder than his words when it comes to affection. Obviously he compliments you and tells you he loves you, but only on special occasions like birthdays, christmases and blowing your back out ten ways till sunday. But mostly he’ll show you how much he cares by treating you like royalty. Carries your bags while calling you weak, says ‘no’ every single time you ask for a favour but does it anyways, takes you for walks to your favourite ice cream shop and pays for both of you while you bitch about a character in your dumb show that he hates (read: binges with you and gets invested in)

A slip it in while you watch a movie kinda dude. At this point the Netflix subscription is for show. There is literally no point in trying to watch something with him because your legs will be over his shoulders way before the halfway mark.

Much like his actions speaking louder than words, he’s willing to try anything once if you suggest it. This has led to a very interesting bedroom life. There were obviously things that you both decided weren’t for you, but Tsukki would do anything to please you even if he’d never confess it. Once you asked for a personalised dildo so you could have his dick whenever you wanted as a joke. It was there by next week.

Loves fucking you in public. You guys are banned from THREE different lingerie stores. You’re 65% sure he only takes you out so much so he can find somewhere to fuck you, since it’s how most of your dates end. The Karasuno gang clocked you two on a club night when Noya and Tanaka took a badly timed trip to the bathroom. They are constantly embarrassed when you two go missing for half an hour and return dishevelled.

Send. Him. Nudes 😩 Especially when he’s busy. He sends them back and holy shit are they art personified. He heard “don’t send dick pics, send cumshot vids with the sound on” and boy did he run with it in the best of ways. Has a password protected folder for all the filth you send each other.

Speaking of nudes, his dick is so pretty. He doesn’t even manscape. It’s just long and slightly curved with just the right amount of hair. Also so much pre-cum. He was actually a little embarassed by it until he saw how much you loved licking him clean.

Pull his hair and listen to him moan. If you pull it hard enough when he’s close he will just cum. He definitely wasn’t embarrassed the first time it happened. Now it’s sort of a game to see if you can use it to get him off when he’s going down on you.

He’s reconciled with the fact that he has a volleyball brain. Seeing you at his games, and feeling your eyes on him as he jumps blocks is like foreplay to him. It’s always a race to see how quickly he can get you naked and under him after a match.

I will undoubtly have more thoughts on this, because I spend an unreasonable amount of time thinking about Tsukishima Kei

#haikyuu smut #hq smut #tw.smut #hq x reader #haikyu x reader #tsukki x y/n #tsukki smut #haikyuu fluff #tsukki thirst #hq fluff #hq #haikyuu #hq tsukishima #hq tsukki

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yandere-writer-momo · 4 months

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As a follower who is also fatherless over the past few years, yes please, more Jack Henry. I want to make him my new daddy. And I want him to make me a mommy… 🙈🙈🙈🍆💦

Is this who we are as a society? 😭😭 because me too.

@amisalami03

First piece: You Are My Sunshine

Yandere Head Canon: Hold Onto Me

Yandere Dilf Sheriff x Afab Reader

TW: breeding kink, body worship, dubcon (alcohol), etc

His calloused hands eagerly ran over the smooth skin of your stomach and hips. His lips fervently pressed against your navel, his scruff lightly scratching your delicate skin like tiny knives. It tickled

Earlier you had downed so much beer until your head rested on his shoulder and your hands squeezed his biceps. You told him he was strong and handsome… didn’t that mean you wanted him too?

Jack ignored the way you drunkenly tried to push his head away. You’d want this… you cried on his shoulder about how you couldn’t find a husband and he was more than willing to take that spot after he made you his woman tonight. And every night that followed

Jack ran his tongue down the fabric of your panties. He was undaunted from the way your body instantly recoiled at the touch.

“These have to go, darlin.” Jack huskily whispered, his fingers hook around the band of your underwear before he teasingly slid them down your thighs.

A low whistle escaped his lips as he eyed your bare body up and down. “Such a pretty thing you are… can’t believe you was hidin this under all yer clothes.”

You can only whine when he pressed a lingeries kiss to your lower regions before he dove right in. His lips eagerly sucked and licked you like you were his last meal.

Your head spun from the alcohol and the tumultuous lust that began to be built up in you from his ministrations. Your fingers tangled in his brown locks as you arched your back.

“Taste so fuckin good… ya’ve probably never had a man do this to ya.” Jack chuckled before he pulled his head away, his lips covered in your juices. “But I can take ya to new levels of pleasure.”

Jack guides your hand to touch the thick bulge in his boxers. You could feel him twitch in your palm in excitement.

“I’m gonna make ya my wife but first…” Jack guided your hand to pull down his boxers. His erect cock nearly jumped out to greet you. “I’m gonna make ya a mother.”

Jack scrambled to kneel between your legs. The sheriff spits a little on his palm to rub it up and down his shaft. The precum and saliva mixed together for more lubricant. “I’ve been wantin to do this fer so long now… ya have no idea how much a I want you.”

You try to scoot back but Jack grabs your leg and yanks you back towards him. A chuckle left his muscular chest. “No need to be so shy… I ain’t gonna bite ya… not yet at least.”

You gasp when you feel him slide the tip up and down your slit. Your eyes wide and your lips slightly parted as fear begun to over take you. There was no way he’d fit in you… he was so big.

“(Your name)? I love ya.” A scream erupted from your lips when he fully sheathed himself into you in one thrust. Your nails dug into his back to try to deal with the pain of the stretch. Your body trembled as it stretched to accommodate him. A hiss escaped Jack’s throat.

“So fuckin tight! I knew yer pussy would be good…” You just hold onto him as he stayed still and peppered your face with tender kisses. “My wife’s so perfect…”

You gasp when he gave one shallow thrust. Pleasure consumed your body from how deep he was. How he hit spots you didn’t even know you had… and Jack noticed your shift in mood immediately. A smirk now on his lips.

“Ya like that? Well,” Jack leaned down to whisper, his scruff tickled the shell of your ear. “This ‘ere is just the beginnin. Haven’t even started yet, darlin.”

And that’s when he begins to thrust. Your hands held him close as the mattress creaked beneath the two of you. You could see the bulge on your stomach from where his body met yours. The older man mumbled incoherent curses and praises as he began to fuck into you like a wild animal

“I’m gonna get your fuckin pregnant. Gonna give you a baby.” Jack hissed as his thrusts became sloppy. “Won’t let ya say no to bein mine. Gonna fuck this ‘ere perfect pussy every fuckin day till you know who you belong to…”

You only moan and gasp as he throws your legs over his shoulders so that you’re in a perfect mating press. His lips pressed against yours in a searing kiss as you felt your high slowly start to approach.

“Love ya so much… just be mine.” Jack hissed as he moved his lips to press hot kisses on your neck. “Yer all mine… my beautiful darlin.”

And that’s when he bit down on the junction between your shoulder and neck. The coil within you unraveled as you screamed out his name.

“Jack! Jack!” And that’s when you feel him shudder as a hot, sticky substance fills your womb. The sheriff whined as he continued to fuck into you , desperate to keep his and your high going for as long as possible until he inevitably goes soft.

“Fuck… fuck.” Jack collapsed on you and kissed the angry red mark he left on your neck. His mark. “That was amazin, darlin.”

You gasp when he suddenly flips your body on top of his. A smirk on his rugged face. “But it’s not over yet. Gotta make sure yer gonna be bearin my child.”

Jack rubbed your lovehandles with a smirk. “Now ya gonna ride this cowboy all night, darlin. Till the neighbors know my name and whose god damn baby yer gonna be havin.”

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cythena · 4 months

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INVITE ONLY

❥ — ꒰ notes ꒱ megumi fushiguro x fem!reader, not really any warnings tbh, smut, college au, outdoor sex, he pulls out

❥ — ꒰ synopsis ꒱ nobara took you to some illegal racing night and you catch the winner’s eye ; 1.5k words

you didn’t mind hanging out with nobara. she told you about this underground bike racing scene she wanted to go to. it was a friday night, you’d needed something to relax you. so you dressed up. it wasn’t the most but it was certainly enough. you borrowed nobara’s knee high boots to pair with your miniskirt. you threw on a long sleeve too.

“you look so hot, y/n. i’d so take you home tonight,” nobara cheered.

you laughed and grabbed your phone. “maybe you should, cause i’d definitely let you.”

“maki is already outside, come on.”

the setting was not what you expected. it started outside a large warehouse. the huge doors were open on both sides. the designated spectators section was brightly lit with neon purple street lamps. the audience was full of drunk college kids. the asphalt was littered with shotgunned cans.

maki and nobara dragged you to the front. there you could see the line up of bikes. drivers leaned against theirs, all with one or two girls drooling over them. except one, who seemed to arrive just as you did.

he pulled up closest to you and your friends. his hands removed the black helmet from his head. upon removal, he shook his slightly flattened hair to where it stood back up naturally. his long lashes fluttered as he blinked.

he caught your attention as he kicked the kickstand. you were looking at something on nobara’s phone. he swung his leg over to stand up. that’s when a few girls appeared in front of him. his unamused eyes glanced around the group of them.

he crouched down to make some adjustments to his bike. you could see his name “fushiguro” spread across the back of his shoulders.

his bike was so pretty, you thought. it was gorgeous. the onyx material on the outside with shimmering dark blue accents matched his leather outfit. now that you got a good look at him, he was just a pretty.

looking at the timer, only about a minute remained until the race started. fushiguro ignored any questions directed toward him. he focused on sitting himself back on his bike. his head turned to you right before he secured his helmet on. you caught a glimpse of his green eyes before they disappeared under the black screen.

engines revved as the countdown began. at the buzzer and the drag of the checkered flag, in an instant that man was gone.

so you looked over to nobara, confused on what to do now. you couldn’t see the race anymore. so your friend pulled you over to a group of others. so it was just like a party until you could see the winners.

that familiar black and blue bike was the first to cross the finish line. he curved his bike towards the crowd. several others finished but only after he had the time to step off and walk over. walk to where he stopped right in front of you.

he took off his helmet again and tucked it under his arm.

“what’s your name?” he asked.

“y/n.”

“fushiguro.”

“your bike is pretty,” you said trying to avoid any silence. you moved your head to see it over his shoulder.

“wanna ride it?” he didn’t break eye contact. you did when you looked over to maki and nobara. maki nodded and waved her phone.

megumi unzipped his jacket as you stood in front of his bike. he draped the leather over your shoulders now.

“gets cold, ‘n wear this too.” he held his helmet over your head.

“but you-”

he stopped you. “i’ll be fine.” he secured the helmet to your head now before lifting his leg over the seat. he turned his head over his shoulder. you placed a hand on the back seat for balance.

once seated, you hesitantly wrapped your arms around him. he pulled them tighter around his stomach. you felt every dip of his defined muscles underneath his shirt.

he revved his engine and broke the low hum from the engine. his hands twisted the throttle once more. he squeezes your hand briefly. the bike surges forward down the track. wind blew at your face and uncovered skin. it wasn’t painful, just cold.

the road traveled through a forest for a short moment. megumi took a turn off the path. he brought you to a clearing with a view of the tokyo skyline. his engine faded to the quiet hum instead of the loud roar that ripped through the silence before shutting off.

he helped you take off his helmet. his hand fixed your hair disrupted by the pressure. he was the first to get off and walk around.

“so, you always take a girl on a ride after a win?” you prompted.

“don’t know, you’re the first.”

you placed a hand on your chest. he towered over you as he stared at the city. “lucky me then,” you smiled. “so what’s your plan now, fushiguro?”

his thumbs wiped at his lips as he looked at you. a dangerous glint hit his green eyes.

megumi wasn’t worried about his bike at the moment. he couldn’t focus on anything else except the way your ass jiggled with every slap of his skin to yours. he yanked your tight miniskirt to where it was hidden underneath his jacket.

his jacket with his name.

his palm spread against your cheek, fitting perfectly. his other hand cupped your chin and pulled your head back. your nails scratched against the leather.

“f-fushiguro!”

“megumi. m-my name’s megumi- oh fuck,” he hissed. he pulled your back against his solid chest. your heart rate quickened. your head fell against his shoulder as you looked into his almost feral eyes. “not what you expected, huh? never seen you before. your first time here, dressed so fucking slutty. couldn’t take my eyes off you.”

you moaned in response. he pressed his lips against your neck. your mind drifted to how your friends would respond to the love bites he was obviously leaving. you didn’t care as you reached around and tangled your hand in his hair.

“megumi, i- mhm~”

you sounded so pretty for him. you looked just as gorgeous too. he loved hearing his name fall from your lips as his thumb smeared your lipstick and tears your mascara. he wanted to make you sob for him like this all the time.

“you’re real fucking pretty, love fucking you dumb.” you cried out his name again. he licked the marks he left on your skin. “ha, can’t even respond. that’s fine, just keep squeezing me.”

and you listened well. your cunt clenched around him. “please megumi! i can’t!

he could see your nails scraping the seat, leaving white marks. he loved it. he loved seeing the way he made you and he wanted to keep them there forever.

“your slutty hole gonna cum for me?” he laughed. his hand fondled your tits quickly before going back down to play with your clit. you nodded as much as you could as he pinned you against him by the neck.

you were so close now. you felt megumi’s cock and hands pulling the cord to your release. he continued driving against your sensitive walls. you felt every vein on him deep inside your core.

your nails started to dig in scalp now. “oh megumi! t-thank you! ‘m gonna cum!” megumi pressed a hard and sloppy kiss against your lips. your eyes rolled into the back of your head. your hole tightened around him. you squealed as he pulled away.

he grunted against your skin. you felt so unbelievably tight around him. your hand fell limp and out of his hair. you were close to giving out so he supported your weight — treating you like his own fleshlight.

he pushed against your ass to pull out. he bent you over completely on his bike. megumi groaned at the cold air hitting him. quickly, he worked his own cock until thick strings of cum spurted out onto your skin.

“i’ll take you home,” he said, fixing your skirt. “can i get your number before we go?”

you looked back up at him. “yeah.” he already had his phone out of pocket to give to you.

you were a little embarrassed from how loud megumi’s bike was. it was early in the morning when you got home. he hopped off and helped you. he walked you to your door without turning off the engine.

you almost forgot about his jacket. you started to slide one arm off but he stopped you. “can i see you again?”

you nodded, “yeah.”

he slid the sleeve back over you. you managed to put in the code to open the door with your shaky hands. “keep it. goodnight y/n.”

nobara wasn’t as calm as maki when the biker dropped you off back at your apartment. especially not when you walked in with your makeup so displaced. she practically jumped you.

her heart stopped beating when she noticed the jacket. “oh my god that’s his jacket! maki! look! he gave her the jacket!”

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romiyaro · 1 year

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ʙʟᴜᴇ ʟᴏᴄᴋ ꜱᴍᴜᴛ — #1

✼ ʙᴀʀᴏᴜ ꜱʜᴏᴇɪ

⚠️: fem!reader, sub!reader, aged up!barou, established relationship, fingering, overstimming, implied cunnilingus? teensy bit sadistic barou, MINORS DNI👁️👁️

📜: yeah... yeet

🔗: @tokyometronetwork

Your boyfriend's tall, hunky figure looms over you menacingly.

"What did you say, punk?" His glare is murderous, but it simply makes you giggle. You know you had crossed a line you shouldn't have. But you're so damn ready to face the consequences.

"I said you're no king in the bedroom, Sho." You generously iterate your earlier quip. You raise onto your tippy toes, petting his head for good measure.

His nostrils flare.

"That's it." He says as he reaches to grab your waist. You squeal as you are lifted off the ground and onto Barou's shoulder like a sack of potatoes. He carries you to the shared bedroom, spanking your ass to stop your struggling and then squeezing it hard.

You are deposited unceremoniously onto the king's king-sized bed.

"I'm gonna make you eat your words," he growls, yanking your pants and underwear off in a single, skilled pull. "Shou!" you scream when you feel the cold metal touch of his rings on your inner thigh.

"Open up for your king, pretty." He's mumbling more to himself than you as he spreads your legs apart.

He takes a moment to admire you. "Don't look at me!" you try to close your legs, embarrassed and very much turned on by his fiery gaze. He scoffs, pulling your legs back apart with ease.

Barou leans down to press a single feather light kiss to your bud. You jolt at the electricity that zaps up your spine.

He chuckles, sitting up and grinning down at you mockingly, "Running away already, sweetheart?" He never breaks his gaze on your face as he pulls you back to him.

"You have some words to eat."

He closes in on you, capturing your lips with his in a hot, domineering kiss. His big hands come around to gather yours - pressing your wrists above your head enclosed in a single one of his. His other hand comes down to massage your throat, rubbing teasing circles on your vein.

And then there's his lips - urgent, soft, yet so compelling. He sucks the breath out of you, leaving you flustered and suffocated. You try to pull away, humming and signaling him to let you breathe.

Barou pulls back, locking eyes with you. His eyes dart between your eyes and lips. You almost forget to breathe before his lips are back on yours, completely claiming you. He pulls back once more - only to chase after your lips again once he hears you breathe.

"Say it." He snarls. All you can do is gasp, breathing hard to fill your lungs with some well-deserved oxygen.

"Say what?" You scowl at him. He wasn't gonna get you to admit it so easily.

He's infuriated. But one look at your gasping and panting mess of a face is enough to dissipate his anger in a cloud of amusement.

"You will say it eventually." He decides, forcefully burying his face in your neck. His teeth rake over your skin, pressing down on your vein, and his fingers simultaneously bury into your core.

A surprised moan leaves you. "Shou~ no!"

"Shou yes," he corrects you smugly, pulling back from your neck and leaving a big hickey in his wake.

His long fingers stretch you so well. Barou smirks, angling his index and middle finger to locate your favorite spot.

"Ah! Shou wait!" you whine.

"Nah. The King waits for none." He says, massaging and scissoring his fingers against the walls when he does find the spot.

Barou pokes at your clit with his thumb, delivering just the right amount of friction. You squirm, vainly trying to close your legs around his large stature. The pleasure is way too much for your body.

It feels too good, he feels too good. And he's barely even done anything yet. You sob, "Shou I just wanna— aah!" you cut yourself off when he adds a third finger. His thumb wiggling up and down your clit sends zings of electricity from your clit; which swirls into white-hot pleasure coiling in your tummy, dulling the strain of his three fingers splitting you open.

"Shou shou shouuuuu!" your squeals of his name echo off the bedroom walls lined with candid pictures of you both.

Barou's voice is low, promising suffering if you don't obey him. "Say it, donkey."

Your core clenches at his words, the nickname, rarely used on you, weirdly making you feel some kind of way. "No!" You scream, still not ready to admit defeat.

"No?" his fingers leave your body. Except for his thumb. The pace of his thumb doubles, going in abrupt side-to-side and up-and-down patterns.

Your voice falters. Your body shudders involuntarily.

You miss his fingers inside you, but his thumb is doing some serious magic.

The coil inside you builds into this intense ball of energy - it's painting your vision white.

He flicks your clit.

And then it bursts, the pleasure setting all your nerves from head to toe ablaze. The high is all-consuming, making your ears ring and your eyes water.

"Shou!!!"

Yes, all you can muster to scream now is Barou's name.

And Barou doesn't stop. His thumb is still flicking your clit, rapidly overstimming you.

"Shou stop!" you beg, voice shaky and body trembling as you try to kick him off. Your hands feebly try to pry his fingers off you. But it's to no avail against his strength.

He chuckles, finding your resistance cute. "Say it, sweetheart. Or I'm doing this the whole night." he threatens.

"Its–" you gulp, "it's you!"

"What?"

"You– you are the king, Shou!" tears roll down your eyes as you look at him.

Barou pretends to ponder over it, his thumb slowing down for a second before it speeds up again, "Not quite satisfactory, baby." He decides. "Whose king am I?"

You don't miss a beat. "Mine! Shouu~ you– you are my king!" you are grabbing at threads to keep yourself sane through the mind-numbing sensation.

"Attagirl!"

Barou praises, finally pulling his thumb back to lean down and attach his mouth to your clit. He sucks harshly, pulling another cry out of you.

"Next round, sweetheart."

#shouei barou x reader #barou shoei smut #barou x fem!reader #barou x reader #barou smut #blue lock smut #tw.smut #tw.fingering #tw.cunnilingus #tw.overstimulation #barou x f!reader #barou shouei #dom!barou #sub!reader

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milkyhub · 2 years

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— [ KAZUHA AND HIS LITTLE STEPSIS ] +18

♡⃕ anon req. smth with kazu’s pretty little stepsis who does everything with him and listens to everything he says <3 they love each other so much, enough for her to ask him to take her virginity, and he does. praise and maybe size kink included? have a great day/night <3

♡⃕ note. but ofc 🥺 enjoy!! like and rb are appreciated!! <3 asks open for more reqs and thirsts! mdni, dark content ahead!! block if u don't like this type of content!!

♡⃕ cw. dom! kazuha, modern au, stepcest, masturbation, he's a perv, slight corruption kink, size kink, praising kink, unprotected sex, calls u baby once, slight possessive behavior, hint of breeding kink???, not proofread.

♡⃕ pd. this is one of the asks requested on my other account @itzbwmbi, currently shadowbanned. im using this one since it seems that the problem is not getting solved anytime soon. sorry for the inconveniences and the sudden change of accs.

stepbro!kazuha who from the day he started living with you swore to protect you from everything and fulfill all your wishes. you were so small and cute that he couldn't refuse anything you asked for, even if your whims were worth half his savings. your parents were so proud of your good relationship, leaving the care work to kazuha when they had to go out. in addition, with him you'd tell that you had a better time.

stepbro!kazuha who no matter how many years passed, he was always going to treat you the same, like his dear little sister. he'd do everything you wanted, whether it be watching a series together, playing video games, going out for a walk. anything you ask for, he'd have it done in less than a second, and all because of how much he loves and appreciates his sweet stepsis.

stepbro!kazuha who maybe loves you a little bit more than he should. now that you have grown up, he's realized how beautiful you truly are. you were literally so hot that his prying eyes kept roaming your body every time you turned around.

stepbro!kazuha who you show all your new dresses to, making it difficult for him to maintain eye contact when the clothes are too tight, making your curves and that nice ass more visible. he always has to look away, cheeks turning pink as his mind keeps looping over the image of your body in that short dress, wondering what's under it.

stepbro!kazuha who jerks off in his room thinking about his innocent little sister. feels so dirty and guilty but he can't help it :( he pumps his cock up and down imagining it was your tight little pussy instead of his hand. he knows that you are a good and innocent girl, and you have never thought anything obscene about anyone, and a great feeling of remorse surrounds him when he looks at you the next day.

“if you only knew the things i think of you...”

stepbro!kazuha who knows for a fact that you've never done anything sexual. knows that you are still a pure and clean-minded girl, not like him. and he wants it to be that way for a long time. the simple fact of thinking that another boy could steal that innocence fills him with rage and helplessness. you're his little sister, no one has the right to steal anything from you, except himself.

stepbro!kazuha whose eyes can not believe that one night you silently appeared in his bedroom, tears rolling down your reddish cheeks while you try to drown your sobs with the back of your hand. he's so surprised that he just watches your movements as you crawl over to his bed until you lie next to him. it doesn't take long for him to open his arms and give you a space on his chest to rest your head there, stroking your hair once you're positioned over him. you hug your stepbrother tightly, flatly refusing to look at him as you shyly whimper the next few words.

“please help me stop being a virgin. i want you to fuck me, please, kazu...”

you can't see it, but kazuha's eyes instantly light up and his heart seems to stop for a second, his breathing becoming erratic as he processes your words. he has many questions about it — why do you care so much about losing your virginity? why have you chosen him, your stepbrother, instead of any other boy? despite all his doubts, the answer that comes out of his mouth is clear and firm. “i'll help you. but you have to be quiet, 'kay? or they'll hear us and we'll have a big problem.”

you thought he was goingto refuse, and now that the opposite has happened, terror fills your body. this is wrong, so wrong, it's your own stepbrother, it's his bed, and your parents are at home, sleeping in their room. as you think of all the possible bad endings, you don't realize that kazuha has changed positions, and now his figure is on top of you, his hands on the sides of your head supporting his weight so as not to hurt you, slowly lowering himself to join his lips with yours for the first time, moving them desperately as if he's been wanting this for a long time.

stepbro!kazuha who gently pushes your panties aside, his long fingers brushing against your pussy making you shudder and hiss. unable to wait any longer, he takes his cock in his hand and pumps it a couple of times before lining it right up against your wet entrance. “i'll go slowly. tell me when you want me to stop.” his cock is huge at your eyes, so big you think it won't fit. you squeeze your eyes shut as the tip of his hard cock begins to work its way through your walls, stretching them oh so nicely. the way your pretty pussy tighten around his cock makes him gasp slightly. “just relax, or i won't be able to control myself.”

stepbro!kazuha who starts pounding into you once you are adapted to his size. it's now that he realizes how small your body is compared to him, but you're so cute, the feeling of corrupting you is making his cock twitch inside you. “fuck- you are doing so well, taking my cock s'good, baby.” he whispers in your ear. seeing how your pussy clench to his praises, he keeps whispering in your ear how well you're behaving, how well you're doing, and how well you've done in asking your reliable big brother to take your virginity before any other guy does it.

stepbro!kazuha who pushes your thighs towards your chest with his hand, giving him access to hit the most sensitive spot of your pussy with his cock. with his other hand he wipes away the tears of pleasure spilling out of your closed eyes, cherry lips red and swollen from the intense make out session kazuha has given you earlier. he was so needy of you, he just couldn't help it. he'll apologize later. <3

stepbro!kazuha who wants to cum inside you so bad but knows that would be problematic for you both. his slender fingers move in circles on your clit, accelerating your orgasm as his thrusts become sloppy because he too is getting closer and closer, the knot in his abdomen becoming more and more unbearable, needing to quickly get his cock out to end over all your stomach, warm white fluid staining your skin to the last drop.

stepbro!kazuha who apologizes if he has been very rough at some point, but your face denoting pleasure and exhaustion assures him that he's done a good job fulfilling his sister's wishes one more time. oh sweet, sweet little sister of his… how he wishes you'd ask him again to use his cock to relieve yourself whenever you needed it. :( you'll ask him again, right? after all, he wants you to use him as you please. <3

#genshin smut #genshin x reader #genshin headcanons #genshin kazuha #kazuha x reader #kazuha smut #tw.smut #tw.stepcest #milky.delivers

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readerinsertz · 5 months

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(age 20) toshiro s/o who gets turned on by watching him do his paper work. he just looks so good. you wanna play with him so you into his office to stir him on

Rating: Explicit, MDNI

Warnings: afab!reader, fingering

But that man is very fiiiiine

He's sat there doing his own work and you're busy sitting on his sofa thighs squished together to get even a little bit of friction

He’s just so in the zone and authoritative and attractive

You're thinking about slipping a hand down and maybe getting a little friction on your slit

Without looking up, Toshiro will tell you to come over to him

Points at his lap without breaking in his writing. If you take too long, he will grab you with his left hand and will pull you down to straddle his thigh.

“Ride.” Is all he’ll say to you. So you begin to grind on his muscular thigh, starting off slow and a bit shy.

Toshiro will probably squeeze an ass cheek with his free hand to encourage you, maybe pushing you down a bit as he flexes his thigh.

“C’mon, I want to hear all those dirty moans.” He whispers into your ear.

At this point, you’re over your shyness and are busy humping the material. A wet spot appears embarrassingly quickly but there’s something about him that gets you going.

Especially since he’s not stopped his paperwork, capable of taking care of you and the files

Probably will chill his finger and run it over the skin of your back.

Eventually, it won’t be enough and after a few pitiful whines, he will give you his full attention.

Probably pushes back from the table a little to have a bit more room.

His right hand worming its way down your trousers and into your wet pants. Toshiro will slide his fingers through the wetness clinging to your lips and slicking them up

Two fingers push into you easily, curling to massage your gspot. It’s intense and pleasurable and not enough all at the same time.

Toshiro beginning to nip at your sensitive neck as he starts moving his digits in and out of you as his fingertips continue to hit that spongy spot that has your legs clenching around his forearm

Will manoeuvre so he can grind the heel of his palm into your clit, left hand on your hip and guiding you to grind down and take everything he’s giving.

Will start scissoring his fingers to stretch out your walls before adding a third finger

increases the pace, as his teeth scrape down your bared neck

"Gonna cum for me, my dirty officer" "can you feel you clamping down on my fingers"

this man will run his mouth but like in a sweet way.

praises you but also talks you through your orgasm

will still his fingers but press circles into your clit with his thumb to help you ride out climax.

Will slide his fingers into his mouth, slurp up your juices and give a few pats to your ass then turn back to his paperwork and continue as if nothing happened whilst your quivering legs struggle to get your body back onto the sofa.

#bleach #bleach smut #tw.smut #tw.fingering #toshiro hitsugaya #toshiro x reader #toshiro hitsugaya x reader #toshiro hitsugaya smut #smutty headcannons #reader insert #bleach headcanons #bleach request

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plutopitou · 1 year

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◇ Haven’t I given enough?

keigo takami | hawks x female reader

genre: nsfw smut, angst

Keigo struggles to find a way to cope from being forced to be a trained soldier by the hero commission. Luckily you have a few screws lose and are more than willing to be that beacon of hope, no matter the cost. | 18+ MDNI

word count: 4.3k

warnings: he's mean (◞‸◟) but hot to me, toxic relationship,? VERY rough sex, smut, dub/con, keigo has issues- so does reader and they are obsessed with eachother -oop degradation (not for the lighthearted), dumbification, overstim

this is my first post on here and i haven't written in a long time so bare with me :) i think it came out nice tho <3

Keigo has always had the commission on his back. Being raised inside of a facility that is cut throat and grabs you by the hair and force feeds you, not because they have to- but because they can. To express their own dominance like a cat baring their claws or a bird flexing their wings to show off how big they are. Poor little Keigo didn’t have a choice in the matter either, being so young he already knew if you disobey authority you have your work cut out for you.

He was always a people pleaser from day one. Daily motivation sourcing from the look of admiration by the adults, impressed by his quirk and drive for success. But the look was not admiration, but instead it was insulting. They never seemed to be pleased by his hard work and it pricked Keigo in his head constantly.

“You’re not working hard enough,” and “you can do better” they said.

Day after day his big doe eyes became heavier and heavier until they were keen enough to cut. There wasn’t a way to say “no” that didn’t end up in some type of penalty, ultimately equating the word “no” as something negative and taking a life as something positive, because who was there to tell him what was going on was bad and not right?

A baby bird only eats whatever its mother feeds them, whether thats food or garbage.

After Keigo’s first kill as a pre-teen, he hunched over and threw up at the mental anguish of being groomed to be a killing machine. It was one person after the other being a perfect sacrifice to perfect his skill, not at will but from demand. Keigo began to revel in the superiority of finally having the upper hand against someone, finally feeling powerful and knowing his own skill set by developing his quirk to be the best in the game.

Overtime he liked seeing the redness of blood camouflage with the tips of his red feathers and the string of apologies flowing from someone’s mouth, begging to spare their life. He got off on the picture of him standing big and tall on top of their weakened body.

But it was only fulfilling in the beginning.

He has bright vermilion wings with sharp eyes to match and it was not something you could easily look away from. It is a type of stare he developed over time that was molded to make you crack under pressure and confess anything. A type of stare that is enough to make you cry and plead a sorry even if you didn’t know what you were sorry for. A look that is masked underneath his laid back exterior he shows to the public.

There is a reason why he’s number two.

To the public it’s just Hawks, the number two hero, a man that helps elderly women cross the street and gladly holds onto your groceries with one of his delicate but strong feathers so you don’t feel inconvenienced. So you can experience a better day. He will gladly take a couple scratches and lose a couple quills for humanity so they can go home to their family and enjoy their night. But whispers travel and the villains know exactly what he is that he conceals, which makes his patrols smooth sailing. He is type of person the worst people warn to never cross paths with.

He is the glorified punching bag of society that is painted in expensive jewelry with a special title made just for him: a Hero.

But who gets to make the number two hero’s day better?

It’s not the little kids sprinting to him, looking up from his knees with bright eyes begging for an autograph. It was him pinching your nose, feeling your body trying to gasp for air while he rapidly fucks your throat, taking it all for himself.

It was never the men and women with tears in their eyes giving their thanks for saving their life. It was always the tears springing from the swift slap to your face trying to squeeze out one more apology from your stupid mouth for not listening to him.

And it is definitely not the plentiful of stupid fucking awards given to him at hero galas by the committee he is forced to accept to keep his image pure. Because is there anything actually fully pure about hero work?

Keigo felt himself slowly starting to lose his stability in the center of chaos. The feeling of murder is so short lived- he needed more than that. He didn’t like how long he had to wait until the commission had him go on another undercover expedition. That was always the rule by them: he can never kill unless authorized.

Society already has their special person to tear down and build back up as they pleased, who was going to be Keigo’s?

You, of course.

You were so willing to give up everything you had ever owned, have and thought of for the slight chance of his attention. Such a little stalker for Keigo, trying to figure out his patrol schedule just so you can see him work with a charming smile on his face. Reading fanfiction about him on websites dedicated to his heroics, touching yourself at night thinking about his sweet whispers telling you how beautiful and good you are for him.

You just knew he was such a kind and humble man in person like he executed himself on TV. You had seen over the years of heroes’ facade falling down, exposing themselves for being the corrupt and selfish person everyone had hoped they weren’t. But no, not Keigo, being the number two hero and being so young yet not much older than you, you saw him from a different light.

That is why when you willingly let yourself fall backwards down a 20 story building, you did not do it out of fear and intention of taking your own life. You did it out of joy and the safety of knowing he would be right there to catch you- because he is a hero.

For the seconds it lasted, it felt nice to flow through the sky and feel weightless. As the gravity of the earth clutches onto your body and forcefully pulls you down to your demise, it somehow did it softer than cutting a knife through butter. You let go of the breath you had been holding when you are swept up mid-air into a pair of strong arms grasping your body into his warmth. He smelled like fresh air and linen with a puff of mint coming from his lips. You peel open your eyes to see him in his glory, doing what he does best- saving people. The sun setting right behind him giving his body a glow of authority like a god. Your god.

Hawks gets you back to the ground and helps you stand still with a small comforting smile. “Take this as a sign, sweetness. Go home.” He says like its another day and pats your hair in place before turning ready to take his leave. His touch leaving a tingle from your head down to your back, you wished to have his hands on you forever.

“Wait!” You yell for him. Pulling out the letter you had handwritten for him days earlier, a confession letter. You shyly run up to hand it to him and take in his look of confusion before pushes up his visor and reads the front, ‘To Hawks ♡’.

Inside the letter was years worth of admiration and pent up love you have for what other people consider a stranger. But Hawks was no stranger to you. It only took a couple days to plan your meeting with him because you had full confidence he will be there when you fell, as it was meant to be. It was a love letter confessing you will leave everything behind for him, no matter what it took you wanted to be there to catch him if he fell too, even if you didn’t think you had the strength to keep him up. You would do anything he asked without question because he’s such a great person and deserves it the most.

‘I will lie for you, die for you, and kill for you, even if you don’t love me back. A hero needs a hero, too.’

Keigo thought it was almost too perfect.

His first thought, “this has to be some type of trick?” maybe the commission trying some sort of test on him as an evaluation? But when he looks into your dazed eyes, he knew. They were practically swirling with a heart in the middle. He thought there was no way someone has a screw loose enough to launch themselves to death in the smallest chance in being caught to give a little letter to their rescuer with a smile.

He has seen crazies before, not to this extent but close. Being in the work force for years now, his fanbase has exponentially grown as he climbed up the rankings. His female fanbase having the most growth, it was never surprising to come back to his agency with his interns bringing in a couple large boxes a week worth of love letters filled with undergarments, perfume, gifts or even money. Keigo of course has had his fair share of women in the past, none ever lasting as long because they couldn’t handle what he had to give. And what he had to give left these women bruised, crying and begging for more even if they didn’t have any more space left to take.

Your eyes, no matter the shape, still hold a roundness of naivety and innocence. A type of innocence that is special, one you dont see in a lot of people. But you have that factor. You have it all, and he wanted to be the one to take it away and give it back, force it to you.

Keigo almost wanted to laugh right in your face.

You watch as he pulls his visor back down with a small side grin, his shiny leather gloves putting the letter in his jacket pocket to keep it safe. “I’ll see you, alright, Birdy?” Pushing his wild, blonde hair back, Hawks gives you one last glance with golden eyes before taking off, the flap from his big wings pushing your hair back, leaving you alone as the sun finally sets.

But how could you have ever known?

Hawks didnt waste any time finding you again and getting ready to break you in. He loves the idea of it; a cute girl like you, so needy and desperate for him to go as far as jump off a building in the risk of him catching you. Because to you he was the perfect man on paper, on TV, and in person. You read everything there was to know about him online, you read every article, watched every single interview from the beginning to present of his career, there weren’t any warning signs that would have prepared you for who he was.

You wondered if his smile while being a hero was fake, if it was practiced beforehand to make sure there weren’t any marks for people to suspect. Since you’ve known him, the only time you’ve seen him smile with authenticity is when he’s crouched over your completely fucked out body, you still lowly whining how you can take more when you can’t even lift a finger.

How could a hero ever begin to act like this?

“You couldn’t have known” he murmurs against the back of your ear. His cruel and sadistic nature was intense, his words were pitched at you so fast, you couldn’t fully comprehend what he was saying.

Not through how much you couldn’t breathe with him fucking your throat with his index and pointer finger. His favorite part of your body was your throat, anatomically it’s the most vulnerable but so soft to the touch, so easy to control your life source and take it away if he wanted to.

Keigo knew what you were the moment you locked eyes with him and gave him that silly little envelope with confidence.

Naive.

A pretty, stupid little fan that didn’t know any better, a girl who trusted strangers and was so willing to throw away her life away for a man before it even started. The first time he fucked you he felt himself getting hard just beginning to think of all the things he can do to you, looking at you like you were a new play set and didn’t know where to start first.

“Aw, look at you.. my precious baby can’t breathe?” he coos, “Yeah you can, c’mon try harder..” Keigo fucks your throat with more swiftly, his fingers squelching from the pile up of saliva in your mouth. You’re desperately pawing onto his forearm trying to stabilize yourself against his front. The feeling of butterflies in your stomach is overwhelming and every push into your mouth you feel yourself getting wetter and wetter. You felt so small against him, so vulnerable, thrashing your hips against his cock trying to get away from the faint massage against your bladder and pussy from his other hand, trying to push you over the edge.

Keigo loves you like this, he loves being the one to restrict you. He knows exactly how you like it, he knows you like to pretend you don’t, feigning innocence like you always do when in reality you’re just a little bitch desperately trying to get more and more from him like every body else.

You begin to choke on his fingers, gagging as they dig themselves in your throat trying to fuck with you, and you can hear Keigo’s smug attitude, “Yeah, that’s fuckin’ right..” he groans out.

He finally pulls his fingers out your throat when he thinks you’re about to throw up and you hunch over gasping for any air you can catch, coughing with spittle dripping down your chin. Keigo holds you by your mid section keeping you close and pulling your head back to his chest. You want to act out, you want to fight back and hit him, slap him in any way you can because you love the fight, you live for riling him up until he finally snaps and yells at you, insulting your morality and fucking you in the process.

You can’t get any words out, your mind feels like a foggy and cloudy afternoon, still trying to catch your breath and Keigo playfully taps your cheek with his hand still covered in your own spit. “On your back.”

However you want to stay and prolong this moment as much as you can. Your body already feels weak like jelly and you want it to feel weaker. You barely have the strength to turn around and sit face to face with him, completely disobeying his words.

“Kei.. I want to stay up here.” You sigh into his collarbone, wrapping your arms around his sides, teasingly grinding your pussy onto this bare cock. You just wanted to stay by him, so close to his handsome face so you can kiss him- feeling his light stubble graze your cheek whenever you wanted. But he knows that glint in your eye. You look up to see that gaze. That special one perfected to make you crack under pressure and profusely apologize. It was enough to make your stomach tie knots.

Since Keigo was a little boy, he suffered with imposter syndrome and never felt a sense of fulfillment or accomplishment until he took a look at everyone else and saw how much better he was.

How he was only 18 at the time he started his career and a person that was a hero for decades could never compare to his mental resilience and physical expertise. He always felt inferior until it dolled on him that Japanese society was counting on him to feel safe. Keigo wanted to take back his sense of inferiority he developed as a kid and inflict it back wherever he could. Fortunately, there just so happened to be a pretty girl who was oh, so willing to let him.

No, she didn’t understand everything he had to go through to get where he was now, she would never get it. She doesn’t have to kill people to survive, she doesn’t have to live with the knowledge that millions of people count on her to live a normal life so they stripped her of her own.

She can live her life making mistakes without care, but if Keigo ever did, it’s blood on his hands. He is blamed for it all. She won’t ever have to deal with that.

But at least he can make her feel it.

“You wanna fuck with me, huh?”

You see his jaw tick in anger and his closed grin does nothing to cover it up but make it worse. He snaps.

You can almost feel his anger wash over you and it feeds you the energy you need to take what he’s gonna give you whether you like it or not, and you always like it. You pull back to try and console him. “Kei..”

Keigo quickly grips your jaw with force, smile gone and pulls you close. “This is what you wanted, wasn’t it?” He shakes you. “Huh? You like this shit don’t you?” He locks eyes with you searching for an answer, mocking how pathetic you look. “Hmm? Does it make you feel good, baby? Letting me manhandle you, knowing I’m gonna use your body however I want to?” You puff out a little whine in response to his accusation.

He quickly lets go and pushes your head back onto the bed, forcibly turning your body around. Pulling on the roots of your hair he pulls you up holding onto the softness of your neck after pressing a soft kiss to your head. “Remember this, birdy, this is for me. This is all so I feel good..” he pants against your neck teasing your folds feeing your legs twitch at every graze of his fingers. “Such a pathetic little bitch letting me treat you like this, throwing away your life for me just to get fucked like you don’t matter..”

That is what you did, isn’t it? You always had a choice after you stupidly jumped off a 20 story building. He showed you exactly who he was and still, you ended up at his mercy, crying for more of his callous treatment because you can’t get enough.

You sniffle and whine at the intense pleasure caused by his rudeness. You pant as his calloused fingers ravage their way down to your opening, your pussy anticipating Keigo just fully shoving it inside you. “Kei.. I’m sorry. Please, please, make me feel good. I’ll be good I swe-“

He swiftly swats the side of your face, breath hitching at the surprise, your cheek tingling from the sensation leaving you lovingly lightheaded. You shut up and take whatever he has to give you with nothing less a smile on your face. You wish he’d just shove his cock anywhere he pleases just so he can forgive you, just so you can hear that sweet rumble of praise from how good you are for him. Because Keigo’s approval of you is just as good as his degradation, both are enough to make you cry out of joy.

More tears follow the last, not because it hurt but the desperation for any part of him to be inside of you kills you inside, you’d die for it, and he knows that.

He stiffles a cruel laugh. “Aw, you cryin’? Don’t start crying now, you’ll turn me on too much..” After so much anguish he pushes his fingers inside of you, mercilessly going in and out, not giving you time to prepare. You yelp and cry inadvertently trying to crawl away from how overstimulating it feels, yet you just fall chest down ass up onto the plush bed, holding onto his freehand by your head like a clutch.

The only sound in the room coming from your drooling pussy squelching over and over, each jab drenching and pulling his fingers inside even more. Keigo curses at how warm you are, he can feel it. He knows exactly how your masochistic body likes to operate. Purposely taunting and arousing him until he’s forced to jackrabbit the fuck out your pussy until you pass out and still continue- fucking your passed out body till he sees creamy white spill out, moaning while forcing every drop of cum he has left right in your pretty womb with a nice low groan of pleasure. You both know you don’t have to say it to want it.

The feeling is so intense you’re just a babbling mess- no pure or smart thoughts, just mumbling out of pleasure to mumble. Your eyes are limp and dazed looking at the dimmed sky from the window, gripping onto Keigo’s wrist next to your head as if the bed will swallow you whole if you let go. You sense that potent feeling of an orgasm about to let loose, your babbles become load moans. The sound of your sloppiness getting louder with your voice. Keigo grazes his sight down your sheen body and curses as he finally pulls his hand out your sloppy pussy, leaving strings of your arousal. He can feel how agonizingly hard his cock is just from touching you, tip leaking white and ready to give to his sweet, bumbling girl.

He drips down spit to your pussy for good measure and looks back at your head to see you giving him the most loving look he’s ever seen in his life.

Keigo would never admit it, but it’s the first time he’s ever received and reciprocated such an intimate gaze. He puffs a nice low groan, looking down biting his lip as he finally pushes himself into your warmth, watching you slowly swallow him with white all the way up to the base of his big cock.

“That’s right sweet girl, I know you want it, I know your whore pussy wants it so bad- let me give it to you..” he leans down and grips your neck with a threatening squeeze, “This is all you’re good for,” he lowly hums, hissing as he gives another rigorous thrust. “You don’t wanna let me go n’ I won’t give us up, birdy, as long as you cum for me, alright? Let me use you- take care of you..” The feeling was almost too much for Keigo, he had never imagined someone that was good enough for him, that there was someone that could be a pillar in his completely fucked and screwed up life others curated for him.

After every thrust your pussy leaves a white ring and squelches as an invite to shove himself right back in even harder than the last, to make your response louder than the before.

Inbetween the moment you still find the energy to confess your love to him but can barely get halfway before he quickly covers your mouth and gives his last powerful thrusts into you. Huffing and groaning not being able to hold back how good you feel while you fuck him back in desperation like he knew you would, like you always do.

Practically drooling with whimpering sobs and tears behind his strong calloused hand, at last your selfish pussy grasps onto his cock as you orgasm feeling liquid slosh everywhere, your yelp into Keigo’s hand not able to contain yourself. Your hips desperately trying to get away as Keigo continues to fuck your overstimmed pussy in an effort to breed you like you deserve- moaning at you completely drenching yourself with him.

He feels himself coming to an end, holding back his hiccuped gasps- using his free hand to hold and massage your pelvis directly to his. “Oh fuck, baby, that’s right- take it, take it..” he gives you everything he has in exchange for all of you- cumming with a choked grunt in your neck, filling you with his seed like he promised he would, not letting a single drop escape.

Your whole body feels tingly with the last sprinkle of dopamine in your body, shuddering as you both collapse.

It didn’t take rocket science for you to know there was just something deeply unhinged about Keigo, as he’d probably say the same about you. You can tell intimacy was something very new to his life as he tried to shut you up before you can finish your sentence. However, you didn’t really mind much.

Keigo being your first in everything, you swore to yourself and him in that letter you will hold him up even if you didn’t think you had the strength to. You want to know more about his uprising, the stories he doesn’t tell in “exclusive” interviews- you are much more than a stupid fan and did not care if he thought of you as naive.

A slight wind chill comes through the crack in the window cooling off both your bodies. Keigo grips your jaw with need, pulling your head back to share his first kiss together filled with passion and little butterflies all over your body that leaves you wanting more. He lifts up an arm and gently pets back your hair and rubbing your head in the process letting you rest right next to him.

Even with how callous Keigo can get to leave you completely speechless and subdue you, you will take every slap, kiss, and word because the sick part of you wants it more than air itself. As for Keigo, he needed to find something he can tear and build back up, having no way to cope with the consistent pressure of the world and wanting a way out for a moment.

He loves to tear you down, but wants to keep you extra close and pay attention to every detail as he builds you back up,

to make you just as perfect as you were before.

Oh my gosh that’s it! My first story in over two years since my senior writing class haha. I hope you all enjoyed, feel free to let me know your thoughts or writing critiques- i always want to get better.

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snazzyturtles · 8 months

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“Confidential”

kuroo x f!reader, nsfw, mdni

being close to your big brother's best friend couldn't possibly lead to anything bad... right?

wc: 5.4 k

tw: best friend’s sister, age gap (2y) , virg reader, unprotected, cunnilingus (f! oral), titty sucking, light bondage, spanking, biting, squirting, creampie, bd/sp, pet names (chibi, baby, kitten, darling, babydoll, angel), kuroo calls himself daddy, lets face it kuroo is a horny mf

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"chibi-chan-" you heard a deep voice saying seductively, strong arms hugging you from behind. a small yelp left your throat as you turned around, relaxing a bit more when you noticed who it was.

"kuroo! you shouldn't scare me like that!” you looked around, lowering your voice, "and i thought we agreed, no contact at school. if kenma saw us, he'd freak out."

and it was true- if kenma saw his best friend flirting with his younger sister, who knows what'll happen.

"my bad. sorry. but we both know we can't help it~" he said in a low, sexy voice. “i missed you, baby," he said, caressing your hair gently with one hand, as he brought the other hand to your waist. you whimpered, looking up at him.

”kuroo, there are other people around us, people that could be watching. they might go tell him, and i don't think he'll appreciate his best friend hitting on his little sister,” you squeezed your eyes shut. "how about... school lets out in two hours, right? i’ll... i’ll just come to your place right after, okay?”

he placed a finger on your lips, as if to block you. "relax, baby,” he said. "no one around here thinks that about us. and in the slight chance that they might, is that not part of the fun?” kuroo brought his body closer to you, whispering in your ear, ”are you really sure you can wait?”

you stared at him for a minute, trying to think straight before nodding. he was so close to you.

"we both can wait, kuroo please.”

he chuckled, ”alright. two hours, then.” he said as he backed up and started walking away. however, before he got too far, he stepped back and leaned towards you, whispering in your ear. "i expect you to walk through my door wearing nothing but that red bikini i bought you at the beach~”

your head snapped up, but when you tried to respond he was already turned and walking away. your heart was beating fast, scared and excited for what was to come. and knowing kuroo, that could be anything…

you quickly pushed those thoughts away. it was only a bit of teasing, after all. nothing more to it than that… right?

when the final bell of the day rang, you ran home as fast as you could. you had to get there, change clothes, and leave before kenma saw you. you couldn't let him know about this.

running into your bedroom, you dug through your dresser drawers until you found the bikini kuroo bought you hiding at the bottom. it was tiny, the bottoms closer to a thong and the top being made of tiny material that barely covered your chest, breasts practically spilling out of it. it was bright red, one of his favorite colors. you hurriedly changed into it, putting a loose t-shirt and some shorts over it, and ran out of the house.

kuroo was already waiting for you at the door when you rounded the corner.

"you're late~" he said in a flirty voice, but his voice was mixed with genuine concern. once he saw you come inside, he brought you into an embrace, and gently kissed you on the lips. “what caused all the trouble?" he said in a teasing voice, as his hands began to go under your loose shirt and the shorts you were wearing.

"i-i had a bit of trouble trying to find the bikini set you asked me to wear... found it though.” your breath was shaking as you felt his cold fingers run up and down your skin beneath the t-shirt.

he was surprised by your nervousness. “you're shaking…" he let his hands run all over your skin, slowly bringing you closer to him.

"let's not stand around here though-" he whispered in a sexy voice as he took you by your hands and began walking towards his bedroom.

you could tell by the way he had been acting all day that this would be different. he was being more suggestive, more sly with his words. his hands were touching you more than usual. you had a feeling this wouldn't just be one of your normal make-out sessions.

once he had you inside his room, he pushed you against the wall and started to kiss you passionately. he was much more aggressive than he ever had been; it was as if the idea of you coming to his room wearing the red bikini had made him go insane. "chibi-chan~" he said as his hands went lower and lower. "i am so happy you came…“ he said as he bit your lower lip.

a gasp left your mouth when he bit down. it hurt, but it felt so good at the same time. whimpers began to escape your throat as you felt everything. he had you practically pinned against the wall, and you couldn't move as his mouth became more intense and his hands began to roam.

he bit your lower lip harder, while his other hand began to reach your thighs. he had always seen you as kenma's little sister. someone he had to be protective of, like a big brother. yet in this moment, he felt a rush of passion and lust. "chibi-chan~" he said in a sexy voice. "my body is yours.”

a moan came out of your mouth from his movements and words. the line of what was considered risqué and taboo for you two was blurred and you didn't know what to think anymore. "kurooooo" you whined out, long as slow from his touches.

"my, my. such a naughty and needy little kitten-" he whispered as he felt you moan. he pushed you down slowly, and as you got down on your knees, he knelt in front of you. "let daddy kuroo take care of you, baby~" he said while slowly sliding his shirt off.

you looked up at him with your eyes blown wide. it wasn't like you hadn't seen him without a shirt on before, you had gone to the pool and beach together several times. but this was different…

you sat there, not knowing what to do as you watched him. “k-kuroo?”

"no need to speak, baby. just enjoy yourself," he said as he pulled you closer to him. he kissed you passionately while slowly removing your shirt and shorts from you. only the red bikini that he had bought you remained.

the cold air rushed over you, chills going down your body as you sat there, letting him stare at you. the bikini leftover was so tiny.

he ran his fingers over your skin. “chibi-chan… i want you so badly~” he said in a seductive voice as he began to kiss your neck, moving his body closer to yours.

a whimper left your mouth when he kissed you, and your hands began running up and down his muscles. “k-kuroo? can... can i…” your face was blushing deeply by now.

"can you what, baby?” he said in a soft voice as his hands ran all over your body. he could feel your desire from your movements, and it made him lustful.

"can i call you by your first name? is that okay?” you looked up at him with babydoll eyes, not wanting to make him uncomfortable if you did it without permission.

he stopped for a second and stared at you. "of course you can, baby.” he said in a soft tone. “i want you to have as much fun as possible~" he said, as he kissed you on the lips, and began to remove his pants. he slipped his pants down slowly, making sure you were watching. his black boxers were the only thing that remained as he looked down on you again.

kuroo looked down at you. you were a small, and yet alluring figure, as you sat on your knees in front of him, wearing nothing but the bright red bikini. "my, my~ you look so hot in that color-" he said while reaching out with his hand to touch you.

you started whimpering as he brushed his hands across your bikini top, then slowly began untying the string. “te-tetsuro?”

he nodded. "yes, baby. what do you need?” his eyes were already glued to the string that connected your bikini top, fingers playing with it unmindfully. this was really happening.

”want you to touch me, tetsuro.” your breath was shaking, but you were confident in what you were saying.

your words hit him, and his eyes filled with lust, face turning red as he reached out with his hand and slowly, gently removed the top from your body. "is this what you wanted?" he asked seductively as he kissed you on the neck, and slowly ran his fingers over your body.

a loud moan escaped your mouth, groaning as you felt his hands and fingers tease your breasts. his hands were cold, rough, and they began to trace your skin with his fingertips. "so good tetsur- aH” your breath caught when you felt him pinch your nipple, sending shockwaves through your body.

he chuckled. "looks like I got a submissive little angel~" he said in a teasing voice as his hands began to roam all over your body. "i'm not done yet, baby~" he whispered seductively as he continued to fondle your body. kuroo lowered his face to your chest, and you could feel his breath against your skin. his tongue began to circle your nipples, playing with the peaks as his fingers pushed them up closer to his face. he attached his mouth to one, sucking hard and nibbling at the skin. when he pulled back, you could already tell a bruise would be there tomorrow, and it made you whine in excitement.

kuroo picked you up by the waist, carrying you over to his bed where he laid you down on your back. your legs were dangling off the side of the bed, and he was still standing, looking over you. he was enjoying this too much already.

he leaned in and gently pushed your legs further and further apart. you felt his large hands begin to stroke the bikini bottoms, pawing over your mound and making you shake as he pushed your legs wider. when he took a finger to push the bottoms to the side, a gasp left your mouth as you threw your head back.

he brought his face even closer to yours. "you look so beautiful, like a sweet little babydoll~" he whispered seductively as he gave your mouth a light peck, moving to start kissing your neck. he took your legs and pushed them up even further, exposing you completely. "are you sure you want this?" he asked in a hushed, teasing voice as he continued to kiss you.

you looked up at him, staring at him with glistening eyes as you nodded your head.

“yes, tetsuro, please”

he stopped moving, and just stared at you for a few seconds. "thank you, baby-" he said in a soft voice and kissed you on the lips. he felt so bad for kenma... but he can't deny the enjoyment he was feeling right now.

kuroo continued to kiss your neck, slowly letting his fingers slide down your body once again, as his other hand went to your leg. you could feel him playing with the tie for the bikini bottoms, toying with it to the point where it was almost loose. it made you realize that his fingers were so long in comparison to yours, and made you wonder how his fingers might feel when he used them on you.

he slowly untied the bikini string, letting them fall, revealing you in your entirety. "you look so gorgeous, kitten," he said in a soft voice as he brought his face closer to yours.

the moment the string was fully untied and the fabric pulled away, he began to run his long fingers all over your body. he moved his other hand, lifting you over to him so that your body was now on top of his. "chibi-chan~" he said in a soft and seductive voice. “i’ve always wanted this~”

you were straddling his head, and you were confused for a moment about why he put you in this position until he started moving his mouth. he slowly stuck his tongue out, licking long stripes down your folds. toying with the skin around your pussy, teasing as he barely missed the areas you wanted him to touch most. you let out one of the loudest whines you’d ever done before, sounding almost pathetic in your want for him.

he laughed, ”you are so loud." he whispered in a teasing tone against your skin, his breath sending chills across your body. he continued to play with you for a bit, licking circles on your thighs and folds until he looked up at you and said “i have an idea."

"do you trust me, baby?" he asked, murmuring between kisses.

you nodded your head fast. “i trust you with everything tetsuro.”

he can't help but feel protective and responsible in your reaction... for some reason, despite how much lust and excitement he felt from seeing you like this. "lie on your stomach for me, baby.”

you lifted your legs from their position around his head, turning around and crawling forward on the bed. you sat on your knees for a second, catching your breath before he pressed you into the position where he wanted you- laying on your stomach, your legs slightly propped up. your head was on a pillow, and you turned to look back at him. ”w-what's next, tetsuro?”

"put your hands behind your back,” he said in a soft voice. he knew you trusted him, but it felt better doing it this way. at least for him.

kuroo tied your hands with his belt so that you could not move them, tugging slightly to make sure it was secure. "is this okay with you?" he asked.

you nodded your head slowly. "y-yeah, it's okay.”

he smirked with a playful and seductive smile, and began to play with you. "oh, look at those asscheeks,” he said in a gravelly voice. "just begging to be kissed and punished... aren't they?” he moved in close to you, and began to make small circles on your thighs with his tongue.

light noises were leaving your throat as you felt his actions. you were unable to do anything, but somehow it turned you on more. kuroo’s tongue kept getting higher and higher as he licked up your thighs, slowly getting closer and closer to your pussy. whenever you would whine, he would spank you lightly, trying to punish you, but somehow it made you feel even better. it felt so naughty while he did things to your body like that.

"do you like that, darling? do you like how i spank you?" he asked in a teasing voice, as he continued to kiss your body, making small circles with his tongue on your thighs and kneading the skin.

“i l-love it, t-tetsuro” your legs squeezed together around his head, trying to keep him there, doing what he was doing. your body was quivering from all the stimulation he was giving you, and it felt so good.

kuroo laughed. "your legs are squeezing me," he said, using his lips to explore you even more. he was sucking on your body so hard that you were sure he’d be leaving marks, nibbling and pulling at your skin with his teeth to make you whimper even more. "i hope you’re prepared for the next part…” he said in a teasing voice.

he kept licking higher and higher, until you finally felt the tip of his tongue swipe through the folds of your pussy, ghosting the entrance. a yelp escaped your mouth, as you whined for him. "yes, tetsuro! yesss…”

he couldn't help but chuckle at the sound you made, smiling as he continued to make circles around the hole. "yes, what, chibi-chan?" he asked with a seducing voice. “do you want more?~”

“m-m-more,” your legs were shaking as you tried to hold yourself at least slightly up for him, trying to shuffle closer to his face.

"you sure, baby? not everyone can handle me.." kuroo said with a smirk on his face. he was teasing you so much, definitely taking his time to prolong the night. "is this really what you want, chibi-chan~?" he said in a slightly condescending tone, as his tongue continued to circle your entrance.

"y-yessss, pleaseeee” you were whining so loud at this point, wanting his tongue to do more

"i don't think you are prepared for this, babydoll... what if i’m too good?" he said, teasing you even more with the tone of his voice before his tongue suddenly made contact with your pussy unannounced.

when his tongue finally went in, you yelped, and then groaned loudly from the contact. ”s-so good, tetsuro-“

his tongue licking in and out was unlike anything you'd felt before then. he was sucking and scooping you slick out of your pussy like he was starved, moaning from the taste and sending vibrations across that made you throw your head back in pleasure. when he pulled his head back, his jaw was wet, covered in your slick, and he licked his lips. the sight alone made a loud moan escape your throat.

he let out a deep laugh. "you were not prepared at all, kitten~" kuroo said in a teasing tone. he was definitely not holding back... "i am so proud of you, baby~" he whispered in a soft voice, lowering his head again as he began to work his mouth on you again. his lips wrapped around your clit, suckling it and flicking it quickly with his tongue.

it was so much- his tongue mapping your body, his big callused hands holding you down tightly, the sounds of him moaning into your cunt as he worked your body.

”-tetsuro, i’m-i’m gonna…”

you were close already.

"yes, darling-" he said in a teasing voice, murmuring against your pussy. "be as loud as you want~," he said in a seductive tone as his tongue began to work you faster, pushing deeper in an attempt to hit your sweet spots.

is this really happening? if this is real, kenma would be so mad if he knew…

you felt your cunt begin to squeeze tight, and a shrieking yelp left your throat as your body felt like it was exploding. you were panting, your body shaking and spasming, the pressure in your pussy feeling like you were being crushed. when you finally had the ability to open your eyes, you turned to look at him, only to notice he was looking back at you with wide eyes, his face soaking wet. “y-you just squirted… on my face…” he whispered slowly, looking shocked.

he got on the bed and sat down beside you, smiling lightly, but you could tell in his eyes he looked surprised and confused…

he put his hands on your hips and helped you sit up in his lap. you were so small in comparison to his large frame, so petite in his eyes.

"chibi-chan... how did you come so easy like that?" kuroo asked in a teasing voice, as he pulled you in closer to him. he untied your hands and you immediately slumped forward, grabbing his shoulders and breathing hard.

"y-you make me like this tetsuro… thank you.”

he looked at you as his fingers ran through your hair. "is this the first time you have felt like this?" he asked in a softer, almost concerned tone. “was… was i the first?”

you looked up at him and nodded slowly. "that's never happened before… didn't know i could…” you stayed silent for a minute before squeezing your eyes shut. "i-i've never been with anyone before... but i think i'm ready though.”

“... i think you are, too," he said simply, as his eyes stared deeply into yours. you could tell this was something he hadn't expected you to say.

"chibi-chan... i know this sounds weird, but... do you want me to be your first?" kuroo asked slowly... his tone was soft, and it carried some weight to it. like he genuinely wanted to be with you.

you stared into his eyes and nodded slowly. ”yes... i want it to be you." you tightened your hold around him, trying to think of how to say what you felt. “i think i’ve always wanted it to be you.”

he froze. "no way-" he said softly and in a teasing voice, as he held you by the hips again. "do you really mean it, chibi-chan? baby, i… what about kenma? the friendship we all have?”

he paused for a minute, thinking before he spoke again. “was i your first love?" he asked slowly, his voice heavy. you nodded your head.

"from the first time i saw you with kenma, i knew it was you. playing volleyball with my brother, i thought i was just happy that he had a friend. but the more i got to know you, the more i was around you, started to realize it wasn't just happiness. it was love too.”

this moment was... so precious to him, but he also was feeling sad for you... you’d known each other for so many years...

he began smiling. "chibi-chan... can i ask you one last question... before i do anything else?"

"w-what is it tetsuro?”

"this isn't just sex. you actually want me to make love to you, right?" he asked in a whispering voice. "chibi-chan... are you sure you want to do this with me?”

you stared deep into his eyes, nodding your head. "i basically saved myself for you... and you just did all that to me, i wouldn't want it to end now. i wouldn't want this with anyone else.”

saved myself for you…

those four words made this feel like the most special moment of his life. the way you looked at him, and the way your words carried so much meaning... so sweet, yet so tempting. a forbidden relationship…

"then..." he said in a whispering voice. "chibi-chan... let's do this.” he hoped you wouldn't regret this afterwards, but... he just knew you wouldn't.

kuroo lightly lifted you by the hips, laying you down on the bed and leaning over you. he began to kiss you, slower and with more passion than he had previously. it felt like he was trying to somehow express even more how much this meant to him, how much he actually felt for you. his hands ran up and down your sides, and the only thing that separated you by now were his black boxers…

the sounds of your moans were so precious to him, telling him just how much you wanted him, reminding him how much this whole encounter meant to both of you. he just couldn't resist anymore, and he began to move his hand downward… with the sound of fabric falling, his boxers were now on the floor as well.

your eyes were squeezed shut as he kissed you, and with him propped over your body, you couldn't see anything. but you could definitely feel when he took his boxers off- something warm, heavy, and stiff suddenly hitting your stomach. you opened your mouth as you sucked in a breath, not knowing what he was planning on doing to you next.

he had never seen an expression like this from you. you looked so lovely, yet so confused. you looked... pure in this moment. like an angel atop his bedsheets. and that was precisely what he was about to change right now…

“-tetsuro?”

you looked up at him, staring into his eyes and wrapping your arms around his shoulders tighter. "i'm ready.”

this was it for him- he finally had the opportunity to make love to you. but something about your eyes... the way you looked right at him, and then you said those soft words… he knew he would never forget this moment. "baby... i…” he said in a soft voice. "i love you…”

and with those words, he claimed you…

your breath caught as you felt him press in, a moan escaping your mouth from the feeling. the head of his cock was fat, pushing in slowly like a suction cup stretching you out. it made your pussy ache, but you were already craving more. the further he pressed in, the more full you felt, your tight cunt sucking him in. "i-i love you too" you whispered out. "y-you feel so good…”

he could feel your body shaking... he could see your eyes slowly looking away as you were trying your best to hide your face. this was so precious to him…

"look at me darling." he whispered in a soft voice as he held you by the hips. "let me see you..." you were so beautiful to him right now... he wanted to replay this moment in his memories for as long as he lived.

"-so big" your voice was coming out in gasps; you weren't expecting this. you looked at him with your eyes glazed over, tears prickling in the corners as you felt him finally stop moving. kuroo was fully sheathed inside you, the heavy tip of his cock pushing against your cervix with a pressure that made you mewl. he slowly began to move, pulling out until just the tip was left in, before slowly pushing back forward. the more he moved, the faster he began to go.

your expressions were so cute... so pure... it was driving him insane. "you're so sweet, kitten." he whispered in a gentle tone. "just like this, okay? let's look at each other.” your eyes shifted so you were staring deeply into each other, and he could feel that you were just as passionate about this as he was. you were just as invested.

when your eyes were locked on each other's, you could almost feel his emotions. his eyes were shining as he stared down at you whenever you’d make a noise. his eyebrows would furrow with concentration whenever he’d speed up or grip you stronger. this was so much more than you could have imagined it would be. and yet somehow you still wanted more. “h-harder…”

he was smiling. "whatever you want, baby…" he said in a gentle, but seductive tone, thrusting with each word. “ask, and i'll do it.”

he started to pick up his pace, snapping his hips harder to push in with more force. it made you whimper and moan louder, murmuring his name in a string of sloppy words that barely formed real sentences. kuroo wanted more too... his heart felt like it was beating faster and faster by the second.

you could hear the bed shifting now, bumping the wall whenever he’d push forward. the sound of your skin hitting louder as he sped up more. your cunt began to tighten again, like earlier, and you knew this time what was about to happen.

"..tetsuro..." you panted and whined out.

"chibi-chan..?" he asked in a questioning tone. "baby, are you already…”

no way… he thought as he kept speeding up. he wanted to give you everything that you deserved at this moment.

your teeth began to grit as you squeezed your face, eyebrows knit and eyes practically glued shut. "i-ah!" your pussy clenched around him as you came again, spraying around his cock and leaving a puddle to form under your ass. he looked down on you, surprised you had come so fast, but that face quickly turned back into a smirk. it made him feel even more confident, even more turned on when he realized he made you cum twice. he kept moving, faster than before.

"oh my god..." he whispered in a soft voice. “baby, i…”

kuroo felt like he was about to explode. he could barely contain himself as he kept speeding up even more. "please..." he said in a hushed tone. "i feel so close, baby..." his eyes were so focused on you, and his mind was racing. "want... to... to…”

"please tetsuro... want you to cum in me,” you were panting into his ear as he burrowed his head into your neck. you wanted him so bad.

'i'm... so..." his eyes were shut against your neck. “i'm so..." his mind felt like he was floating, unstable and shaky from uncertainty. "close," he grunted out. “chibi-chan…" his movements were so much more forceful.

he was grunting louder now, practically growling in your ear as he was becoming more and more aggressive. you heard him let out a final moan, before stalling his hips and shuttering. you felt his hot ropes of cum begin to shoot into your cunt, filling it with his warmth.

"baby.." he whispered in a deep tone. "you made me... feel so.." he couldn't even explain it with words right now. he pulled away from you, sliding out and laying down on the bed beside you with a smile on his face. his fingers trailed your jawline as you lay there, your head on his chest, until you both fell asleep.

———

after some time, kenma came over to kuroo's house to find a charger that he accidentally left over. but what he found instead when he walked into the room was his little sister and best friend, asleep on top of each other, obviously not dressed under the blanket they shared.

he shook kuroo lightly, trying to wake him up.

kuroo lazily opened his eyes, as he slowly turned to look at him. he gave him a soft smile. "oh... hey kenma..." he said in a calm voice. "what do you need?”

and that's when he looked down and remembered. he saw that you were lying on top of him, barely covered... was this really happening?

kenma slowly walked closer to the bed, staring at what was in front of him. "i came over to find my charger, but i guess i found my sister too…” he looked between you and kuroo. "you two slept together, didn't you? it'd explain the lack of clothes.”

kuroo felt his cheeks heat up, blushing even redder than they were prior. "yes kenma... we... we did." he said softly as he turned to look at him. "chibi-chan and i... i’ve been keeping feelings for her for a while now, and she did for me too…” he really, really didn't want to make this sound awkward, but his friend deserved the truth.

kenma stared down at you two, seeming to try and process what was happening before him. he stuttered a few times, trying to grasp what to say, before he finally spoke up. "just don't hurt her, okay? if you do, i'm going to purposefully send you bad sets for the rest of the season.”

when he looked back at kuroo’s face, he rolled his eyes before smiling lightly. “and clean her up, would you? i can see your… leftovers on her, it's kinda gross.”

kuroo blushed deeper at kenma’s observation, looking down to notice the small puddle of cum sitting next to your thigh that had obviously dripped out of you.

"we get it, kenma, haha." he whispered in a joking tone as he rubbed your back. "we'll take care of things now.” he turned his head to see your face, you really were asleep. “chibi-chan?”

kenma smiled as he grabbed his charger from the table, shaking his head while shutting the door and leaving the house. you were curled up in kuroo's lap, breathing slowly as you dreamed.

you really were fast asleep... kuroo’s heart was still pounding. this really happened…

he looked down at you, your beautiful face soft and peaceful. he fought the urge to kiss you, not wanting to wake you up yet.

“sleeping beauty…" he whispered as he gently caressed your hair. for the time being, at least, he just wanted to hold you close to him. you felt so precious, and you were finally his.

i guess i’m doing tags now bc i was asked lol, leave a comment or note in reblogs if you want me to add you to the list for future fics! - @tsukiran @msbyomimi

a/n: this one was a bit shorter than the last fic, but it’s bc i was writing another one at the same time & that one’s gonna be multiple chapters so uh yah prep for that lol

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