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dolliestfairy · 9 months

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𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟'𝑠 𝑏𝑎𝑏𝑦 𝅄ֹ ׅ♡ ೀ ʚĭɞ ‌ིᨴּ ˒˒۪

(Crazy) Yandere [Nerd] Boy x Soft!Chubby!Fem!Reader ༢𓏲๋ ⊹ ֢

𔓘 Tw : Kidnapping, Extreme Noncon (y'all are strangers bro), Rushed Fanfic, Mentions Of Blood, Virginity-Take, Extreme Somnophilia, Stalking, Extreme Obsession, Impregnate, A little of Bondage, Seriously dude you're fucking with a crazy nerd boy who is a freaking stranger to you like y'all didnt know each other but this madman is really know you to the soul from all his stalking and stuff. this fanfic is quite the Dead Dove Do Not Eat. Chubby reader fics with no skintone of reader mentioned.

𔓘 A/N : y'all.. this are f***king insane bro.. like this is kinda disturbing imo as a writer of this and also a lot of suffocating. Read at your own risk. me myself actually like the extreme yandere fics but this is still the prefix of it. stay safe while reading this because again; y'all are a stranger!! if a dark content yandere isnt your cup of tea then i highly recommend you to spend your shit at other blogs!! ty.

W/C : 6,4K for Stranger Fucking 💀

Currently thinking abt nerdy men who looks like they would shit in their pants when someone raised their voice at them, but the truth is; he's really really quite the strong. he's a nerdy man who arent shy at all (or maybe just a little) and he's simply just dont like to be bothered by anyone else. he's also a nerdy man who told himself countless time to just focus on studying and studying, and at the first moment; he actually manage to do it within his daily life, well until he met you.

You; plump, soft looking girl with chubby cheeks and doe eyes. you dont even know how much you affect him didnt you? arent you just dumb? walking there and then with such a tiny skirt that almost showed up your plump ass cheeks. walking down in the hallway with such dress that hugged all of your curves together perfectly. oh if only you find out how every night he would spend his time in his bedroom alone while his hand thrust his own cock up and down, thinking about you. he would be drown in his thoughts about how you would find out all his dark fantasy about you. but.. he do realize he shouldnt be doing this actually, no really, he should just be studying, but the soft laugh and those.. those whimpers terror you gave him just drove him to his edge.

And the fact that he masturbate about you when you both are clearly still stranger - is fucking crazy. he mostly had heard of how'd you talk, whimper and moan (wait.. how did.. he know?) and stuff like that while your own self being completely un guard around him. he swear to his thumbs he hated you for making him felt like this, i mean how could you?? a plump girl just trying to get into her daily life as normal as usual can make some nerd dude mad in love with her without her being aware at all?! he cant do this.. he cant do this anymore..!

And he really cant do it anymore. as he go to your apartement at midnight after finding out where you live. peeking through the window to what you were doing only to find you dressing in a short pastel rainbow dress lingerie with big bows placed in the back of your hair, dancing to some songs.. and oh my god he cant even explain how much he want to ripped those colorful dress lingerie off your body. he has no doubt at all that you have the most beautiful body he would ever sees in his entire life.

As he drown himself in his own thoughts until he heard a telephone ring -- it was your friend! your male friend! as you picked the phone up, talking with your friends, while he sees with his own eyes about the way you laugh softly at what-god-knows your friend was muttering to you. he doesnt and he would rather bury himself alive than admitting about the fact that he was really, really, envy and jealous. as he harshly breath at you, while all his body is literally focus with you. his eyes seeing you from head-to-toe, his ears listening carefully about the conversation you're having as his mouth try to resist to open it again because well um -- he is quite the drooling over there. that was it until you start to walk towards the front door where he was outside!!

As he sees you carefully, while hiding himself in the corner, and focused on the door handle you're about to open. until........

Until he quickly enough to put his arms and placed it onto your mouth, shuting you up until you passed out and bring you to your new home his home. as he open the bondage he placed at your mouth, and pinch your chubby cheeks until he sees your whimpering again. thats it! thats the thing that always drove him mad everydsy everynight. thinking about you whimper at whatever he was doing was like a holy candle for him. he then stood himself up, looking at your half unconscious body, and then start to strip you... to naked.

As he softly ripped all the dress lingerie you weared, and after he got the look at your boobs, he slowly put his hands up at where your nipples on, and start playing with it. while his eyes focused on your face, waiting the reaction he have been wait. and until then... you are moaning. honestly he have been thinking that he was in a dream that time. i mean -- he do have seen you moan by the way he always check on you secretly.. but he never except his own self to be the only one who could capable enough to hear your soft moan. as he sped up the phase of his hands playing your nipple, while his own other hand strat to undress himself.

And until he and your own finally completely naked. and... oh god to be damned. he swear he always sees you at some kind of whore while your other friend sees you just as an innocent normal girl, and he always have no doubt about his feelings That you have such an erotic body and at the end.. he was actually right. you do have a very very.. pleaseable body. as he placed his hands into your half unconscious body, lowering it until his hands touch your private part -- your pussy. he slowly but surely put his 3 long fingers in to play with you, and to be surprised or.. shocked even, that you are so so fucking damn tight! he even sure that your pussy is one of the most tightest thing he'd ever placed his hands on, as he quickly sped-ing up his pace at playing your pussy, watching you moan and whimper become one, he cant believe what he saw. you're literally still half unconscious! but yet you somehow still manage to bring out the sound he would die for with! at this rate he doesnt know if he wants to wake you up or just let you still be half unconscious so when you wake up, you're gonna have a some extra surprised with your naked body that has been covered with his cums. as he thinking about it while he placed his (quite big) cock at your pussy. trying to rip those tight wall of your pussy off. thats what he was trying to do until your pussy start showing a little drop of blood out of it.

Oh.. he get it.. yeah he actually get it. You're a Virgin arent you? oh.. such sweet cheeks.. well too bad yoi're going to give all of your innocents left as his own hands and dicks. the body of someone you dont even know at all. he actually felt (just a little) bit of guilt. but who cares anyway? you're literally still half unconscious! as he said it to himself while he tried his possible to pound your ass up at your fat pussy. going in and up in every corner. at first it was slowly, but then he start to change the position into a mating press just so the cums and the blood are still there. as he quickly but surely speeding his pace up like a mad man. at this rate he was at the edge of doesnt gave a fuck about the fact that you're still half unconscious but then he's also at the edge of shock and unbelief because of how you are still not waking up at his pounding.

And all of those pounding ends when his cock start to dried out with how your fat pussy suck all his cums and sperma in. pulling his cock out of your pussy only to see the view of the inside of your pussy, being drown with his cums. as his hands hold your body up just so all the cums he had restored isnt goung to spill. and until then he slowly put his hands down, letting your body down into the mating press position, watching your pussy spilling all of his cums like a fucking waterfall. (his cum waterfall) and then he placed his palm hands at your cheeks softly, while quietly muttering about how he would take care of you, and keeping you safe and that you wouldnt need to be scared of him (even after all his done to you) as he placed his other hand at your undressed belly, and then stroke it with such gentleness because he knew that right now, right at the almost-morning time, that you're going to be swellen with thousands - thousands of his sperm, and at the end of the month, he would see you placed your own hands at your bellies who at that time was full with his kid. oh how he cant wait... he just hope that you wouldnt be freaked out about the fact that you just found yourself in a unrecognizeable place with a literal fucking stranger who is now has placed a baby inside of you. yes, a baby -- his baby.

TSUKISHIMA KEI, ITOSHI RIN, MEGUMI, Itachi, Shikamaru, Nanami, Neji, Tobirama, Deku, KUNIMI, Muichiro, SEMI EITA, Konoha Akinori, Venti, XIAO, AL-HAITAM, Akaashi, KOZUME KENMA, & hatake kakashi.

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iwaasfairy · 1 year

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┌─ “ ! „ ADORE L'AMOUR

tw. noncon/dubcon, implied yandere, forced emotional cheating, virginity, service dom, coercion/manipulation, corruption kink, size kink, creampie, service dom! tsumu, degradation and praise wordcount. 5.5k

a/n. commissioned by a lovely person who wanted to stay anonymous, thank you so much for commissioning me and trusting me with your story, and i really really hope it delivers and you enjoy!!! this is kinda softer than my usual stuff but also still read the tws pretty please ♡♡♡ ya and ty and enJOYyy some tsumu

miya atsumu x fem!reader

“Come up, will ya?” he smiles, grabbing your hand and swinging the interlaced pair back and forth. You can’t help but have to bite back a tiny smile at the way his rougher hand links into yours, and butterflies still erupt any time his hazel eyes find you.

“Shin, I-” you sigh back, before quietly chuckling as he heaves you up onto the bleachers and tugs you along to slide in right next to the familiar face. Aran rolls his eyes, but you can tell that there’s too much fondness in his look to seriously mind the lovey-dovey shit— and really, you can’t help it.

Any girl your age would be expected to go all heart eyes when their boyfriend looks at them that way. “Happy now?” you ask as you’re pushed between Aran and the escape to the outside fresh air, void of all the sweaty teen musk and squeaking sneakers, and Shinsuke smiles ever so slightly at the sight.

“Yes, I am. Keep our long-suffering ace company for a bit while he patches up his ankle, won’t ya?” He’s already escaping down from the stands with the knowledge that you will, because if nothing else, you love watching the guys play. You’ve loved watching Shinsuke play ever since middle school, and Aran’s expression gives you the idea that he knows this too. Because he simply shrugs, and re-wraps the ice pack a little better around that wounded ankle.

“Aye aye, Captain,” you shoot back as he makes his way back to the court, and this time, he gives you that wonderfully cheeky smile that made you fall head-over-heels in the first place. “And you, you’re a third year. You’re supposed to be one of the responsible ones.” You give the tall ace to your side a side-eye as he laughs full and loud, and nods.

“Sorry, Mrs. Kita. It won’t happen again.” Practice continues for another half an hour in peace, as you joke around with your boyfriend’s best friend for a while, tossing the occasional stray ball back onto the court, but mainly, just watching the guys play. You didn’t use to have such a love for the sport. When you were a ball-girl back in middle school, you only did it because it was an easy extra grade on your report card, and kept you sort of busy during hours you wouldn’t have anything else to do.

But now, sometimes it seems as much your life blood as it is theirs. You probably wouldn’t have developed such a crush on the quiet, well-spoken boy with the fluffy tufts of hair that flopped about if you hadn’t kept with it, wouldn’t have dated him, wouldn’t have laid in the dark talking about what your life together might look like. Watched Shin grow into the person he is today.

You smile and wave as Shinsuke looks up at you yet again and throws back a wink, and a few of the guys follow his gaze. Familiar lazy gazes of differing shades of brown. But they stay quiet, for now, and the team captain claps his hands to call for a break. And the lankiest of your middle blockers groans and reaches for a bench too quickly, as everyone disperses. Aran makes his way down the stands for the toilet, Ginjima follows suit, and your boyfriend goes through the trouble to start collecting the balls with the same single-minded focus he always has while practicing. But before you can so much as manage to make it down the stairs to help him out, a familiar figure comes up beside you.

“Captain’s got it, I think,” Atsumu smiles as he comes to walk beside you, not the slightest bit winded despite having jogged up to you after an hour of intensive training— and blinks down at you with the self-assured grin you’ve come to expect of the star setter. “Yer still comin’ to our practices, huh?”

“Yes, Miya. Believe it or not, I actually like watching you guys play, ‘m not just here to waste time and gawk.”

“Whoa, doll,” the blond isn’t fazed, and simply throws up his hands in mock-defense, “I wouldn’t dare question the validity of yer visits. I mean, ya brighten up the place, really.” The comfortable way he swings an arm over your shoulder and leans in a little isn’t too far out of how he usually acts, and you do know that Atsumu’s pretty damn touchy with everyone. But his smile, and the way his eyes flick down your face with an almost grating intensity— will never stop feeling flirty- and therefore- inappropriate. Though you try to find something fitting to say, he’s already running his mouth again before you get the chance to.

“Would be even better if ya’d put on a shirt with my name on it and took some cheer classes,” he gloats, and the way he walks leaned into you keeps his face much too close to yours as you go to frown at him, “bet ya’d really suit the Inarizaki colors when you glare like that.” It sets you off, and he knows it does, because he’s dodging the way you go to swing at his arm with a chuckle before you get to, and catches your fist in his hand to squeeze it a little. “Hah, always so mean to me. Getting predictable, pretty girl.”

Your bottom lip is sucked to slot between your teeth, and you roll your eyes, shrugging off the other hand that he tried to ruffle through your hair. “You’re exhausting.”

“Sure is,” Shinsuke suddenly mumbles, tossing a ball at the setter that he manages to catch, before raising a brow. “That’s my girlfriend, Atsumu. If you would, please.”

“Ya got it, Cap’n. Of course,” he chants back with a sing-song-y voice, but his thumb still rubs another few circles into the soft skin of your hand before he goes to annoy Osamu and Suna instead. It sends a cold shiver down your spine, but he’s pulling away before you have the chance to really acknowledge the touch. And if Kita has any concerns about what he just saw, you sure as hell can’t tell, when he pulls you close and places a loving kiss between your brows. But you still have to force yourself to ignore the way Atsumu gives you a once over and -if you didn’t know the guy better than that- undresses you with his eyes.

Graduation should feel a little bittersweet, you guess. The party isn’t too wild, considering, but it’s still loud and a little over the top— so you confine yourself to the area further away from the pounding music and sip reasonably mild drinks while the rest of the team and their plus-ones take their best attempt at rattling Suna’s house off its’ foundations. It’s warm for a spring night, and sweat sticks to the back of your neck and chest from the earlier forced dancing you were pulled into. But now the pool table has been abandoned for the garden, and you take the few quiet moments to breathe.

Most of the guys will be moving on to professional level, a few of them to university, and another few have jobs lined up. Just last year, Shinsuke moved back out to the countryside, and Aran to Tokyo; and while you’ve all tried to keep up communications, distance really does play a big part in it. And now it’s all your turns… It’ll be safe to say you won’t see some of them again much in just a few quick months. The thought already fills you with a strange sort of nostalgia. You don’t get too much rest though, because a flash of blonde followed by an equally handsome, dark-haired copy filter back into the house. Atsumu brightens a little when he spots you, lazy eyes sharper and more calculating in the low light of the house. Of course he does, he seems to have a strange fascination with annoying you to bits.

“Well, pretty girl, ‘ve ya been abandoned by yer human defense robot?” His handsome face paints on a grin, with slightly rosy cheeks and ears, that almost makes him look a few years younger. Almost makes him look innocent. You know better though, and swallow down the want to give back some snarky comment that would surely have you in a battle of wits until someone puts a stop to it. And his twin… isn’t that person. You wonder how much he’s had to drink. Not that you’re doing much better, anyway. You can feel the buzz in your blood and the heat on your face.

Osamu’s hair is messy and fluffier than usual, probably courtesy of the girlfriend he brought and— with a quick glance around the room— has been left on her lonesome somewhere in the partying group outside. You pity her just a little bit, but it doesn’t exactly surprise you that the Miya twins aren’t the most consistent with their affections. The guys started having groupies all the way back in freshman year, and the years have only built upon that fame. The darker haired of the two puts a fist into Atsumu’s shoulder, before crossing his arms. “That’s our last Captain yer talkin’ about, stupid Tsumu. Show some respect.”

“Aw, Samu. I’m sorry, alright.”

You smile softly, and nod your head towards the door. “Not abandoned. He stepped out for a minute for a smoke,” you cut them off, knowing full well they could continue their bickering for hours if left to it. It’s not like you don’t like the twins. They’re obnoxious, and boisterous and hyper at the best of times, but they’re insanely talented too. You would like them, if not for— Atsumu feeling too comfortable hanging his arm over your shoulder to pull you in for a hug, heavy cologne mixed with a scent that is distinctly more him enveloping you as you freeze up. “Miya-”

“‘S gonna be weird without everyone ‘round, huh? I’ll miss ‘em,” he lowers his voice as he keeps your face into his chest, and simply out of a desire not to feel too awkward, you allow your arms to wrap loosely around his back. You give a little motion to be let out of the hug to nod, and smooth your hands down your pants.

“Yeah, me too.”

There’s a sort of glint in Atsumu’s eyes that seems like tenderness as he pats your shoulder, then smiles. “Well, a’least you’ll know me.” Your expression must give away your confusion, because he continues. “Yer goin’ to Tokyo uni, I’m goin’ to Tokyo to check out some of the teams there. It’ll be good. Don’t tell me yer just gonna ignore me when we’re gonna live so close together.”

You don’t think it over- Shinsuke must’ve told him. As the buzz washes over you and the music picks up outside, Atsumu’s large hands find your shoulders and he turns you around towards Osamu, who has already poured three large shots. “Oh, I don’t-”

“Come on~ for prosperity,” Osamu chants, his hand finding yours to unfurl it and place one of the large shot glasses in your hand. And Atsumu nods behind you, basically glittering from excitement. You’re normally a bit more -standoffish, by necessity- but the atmosphere of the night is light. And Tsumu’s hand on your lower back as he pushes you towards one of the chairs and sits you down is nice; even if you only realize a second or two after that he’s sat below you.

“Ya owe me a couple cheers at least,” Atsumu basically coos into your neck as he taps his own glass to yours. “‘Sides, I think Shin went ta go drop off some of the other guys, no need ta wait up for ‘em. Right Samu?”

“That’s what I heard, Tsumu.”

You don’t expect university to be the thing that breaks you, but the distance, the lack of communication, of support— all drag on you. You and Shin both promised to make it work, but he’s busy a lot. The farm keeps him occupied. At least- that’s what you have to assume when most of your messages get read and not answered. It isn’t like Shin, but then again, you suppose it’s a growing period. It’s natural.

More surprising than that is that through it all, Atsumu is there a lot more than you expected. The giant, prestigious sport center where he trains isn’t too far from your campus, but he still goes out of his way to swing by whenever he can to keep you company, which isn’t so self explanatory as you had hoped it would be. It’s not that you don’t make friends, or can’t make friends, it’s just that- after a few weeks- they just seem to vanish off of the face of the earth. Like they were never even there to begin with. You even catch some people purposefully avoiding you on campus as the year goes on.

But the workloads are heavy, and hard, so you sadly don’t have enough time in a day to worry about it as much as you would like to. You still have Atsumu, at least, and as much as you wouldn’t have wanted to admit it shy of a few months ago, his persistence about wanting to be by your side does slowly have you bending just a little.

“I swear it, cross ma little heart,” the blonde dramatically says while walking the grounds with you- on his free day- “am I not the best goddamn setter in the prefecture? What choice is there?” He runs a hand through his hair, then looks over at you to pout. “Make me feel better, c’mon.” Before you can really analyze the moment or how he looks at you with those warm brown eyes and too much fondness, his hand wraps around yours, slipping his fingers between yours with a strange determination.

You stop walking, and your school bag hits your thigh hard because of the abrupt stop. “Atsumu.” You’ve had this conversation with him about a million times. You are with Shinsuke. You have been with Shinsuke since middle school, and though dealing with the distance is hard right now, you promised to try. And he says he understands, and you’re making a big deal out of nothing— but it sure doesn’t seem like he does. “I am d-dating Sh-”

“Ya keep sayin’ yer dating, but where is yer boyfriend? Didn’t ya say he hasn’t been responding to yer messages?” Though he tries to keep his voice down, he doesn’t let go of your hand, and stares like he’ll burn holes through the shape of you. “Ain’t that proof enough?”

“I know Shinsuke, and you know Shinsuke. If he wanted to break up, he would say it.” You puff your chest out a little, and swallow, trying to untangle your hands from his grip. “He’s busy, and this is a transition period for us both, and I just- I want to make it work.” Atsumu seems to cling on for a second longer with a slight kink in his brow, but then he lets go and sighs, rubbing his hands back and forth through his lighter blonde hair with a groan.

“Fine— fine! If ya gotta hear ‘im say it…”

The irony tastes bitter. It stings with every swallow, really.

‘I think it’s not working out. I’m sorry. We should break up.’

You’re staring at the message for the nth time this evening, burying yourself in your cocoon of blankets and an almost empty back of chips yet again. You must’ve breathed it into existence, right? There’s no way around the timing of the message, and the sick way it churns in your stomach. You’re halfway towards another crying fit when Atsumu plops himself down onto your bed and grimaces. “Put that down,” he mumbles, snatching the phone out of your hand despite your glare, “you’ve been cryin’ all fucking evening. You really wanna do more of that?”

“I didn’t ask you to come over,” your voice is a murmur, pinched and sad and tiny, because who wouldn’t be heartbroken at a moment like this. “You just invited yourself in, which- hck- is the worst timing you’ve ever had.”

“But yer glad I’m here. I know ya are.” Whatever. Maybe you’re a little glad for the company, but Atsumu’s flavor of bluntness is really doing a number on you. Instead you reach for a tissue and blow your nose again, and try not to cry yourself to death. “He didn’t treat ya right anyway, don’t lie t’ yerself. Hey- look- look at me, c’mon,” his hands are on your face as he tugs it towards him and stares too deep into your eyes, brushing his thumbs along your cheekbones. “No more cryin’ about yer shitty high school crush. Not while I’m here, and I’m yer amazing, incredible support system that yer so very grateful for-” He breaks off in laughter when you have to bite a chuckle back despite your heartache, and try to pull your face out of his touch.

But he lingers, and leans in a little. “What? Am I wrong?”

“You’re not wrong, and I- I’m glad you’re here-” It isn’t a lie, but he’s still leaning in, and his face is growing awfully close and it’s- it’s too soon— and you shrink into your cocoon and look away in an attempt to save the situation. Shin broke up with you hours ago. “Atsumu-” you start, only to be cut off as he tugs the blankets down somewhat harshly, and clicks his tongue.

“Stop runnin’. Yer always doing this crap, I’m…” He sighs, and tries to coach you back out with thinly veiled patience. “Am I really so bad to ya? Hm?”

“Of course you’re not.”

He sits back, before patting his lap, and looks at you. In the last light of the sun that falls through your window he’s cast in the prettiest oranges and pinks, and looks almost ethereal to the world. You’re not blind. That was never in question. “Come here.” Despite being conflicted, there’s a glint in his eye that worries you. That if you were to disagree, he’d leave. And you’re not sure you could handle that right about now. As he leads you out of the blankets you notice how cold your room is in just a shirt and some ugly shorts, and Atsumu mumbles something under his breath. “Ya weren’t this shy at graduation, y’know.”

Your frown digs into your face, but his hands settle on your hips as he pulls you in and pushes you down into his lap with a soft hum. “What do you mean- graduation?”

“Just settle down, will ya? Jeez.” Warm hands that slide to the small of your back to force you ever so close to him, your heart basically stuttering out of your ribcage. “Always so damn skittish ‘round me.” You always wondered a little, truthfully. If the way Atsumu’s touches would linger on you was something to worry about, keep an eye on. If you should have been more careful about setting boundaries- and how he looks at you now, his bottom lip pulled between his teeth as he gives you an up and down… it says enough. Too much, even.

And though you admit that your heart is pattering like a hummingbird, there’s a much larger issue here. You love Shinsuke, you want- Shinsuke, p-promised you’d make it work for him— and it's barely been a few hours. You can’t, so you try to find the words to say; but the blond leans down to start pressing kisses down the side of your neck with a soft chuckle. His arms wrap tightly around your back, even though you place a hand on his chest and shake your head. “Tsumu, no. We can’t, I- can’t, let go.”

The noise he makes into the kisses trembles through your skin and seems to reach bone, before he squeezes a little harder to keep you slotted against him. “Yer so pretty, baby. Always were so fuckin’ pretty,” he goes from keeping you in his lap to slowly pushing you back in bed, sending your breathing into shallow spikes.

“Tsumu, cut it out!”

“I know yer nervous,” his pretty brown eyes are blown out when he pushes you down by your shoulders and you’re buried in your blankets, before he descends on your throat and chest again, kissing and leaving biting nicks, “didn’t do nothin’ like this before right? Know ya were waitin’- but I got ya now. Relax, I’ll make ya feel good. Promise.” The idea that Tsumu knows something so personal about you doesn’t even cross your mind— though it should, more than the way his weight and size locks you in place under his strong, athletic body.

“No, no, I- Shin just broke up with me- and I-”

His expression darkens, eyes narrowing a little as he comes to hover over you, one hand brushing your cheek as the other wraps tight around your wrist. “Don’t say another man’s name when I got ya under me.” He takes a long breath, before descending on you, mouth to mouth, and then pushing his tongue into your mouth too hard for you to keep him out. You try to call his name, but he kisses you without regard, uncaring as he grips your face and makes a noise of agreement when you relax your jaw out of sheer necessity. “Ya’ve got no idea how long I’ve wanted ya, doll. Really, hah.”

His hand slides down your chest to start picking the shirt up your body, and though your rapidly rising and falling chest is exposed, his eyes stay sharp on you, and you can’t help but choke on your cries. He doesn’t look right. His eyes are wide and so sharp, mouth slightly curled as he forces your both wrists next to your head. “Thought I was gonna have ta kill ‘im for you ta finally give in, but-” He kisses you again, before the hand gripping your face snakes down between your bodies to grab your tits through your shirt as he repositions his thighs to lock your lower half in place under him. “Yer gonna be a good little thing for me, ain’t ya?”

“Tsumu,” you squeak, fisting your hands into his shirt by his shoulders, but it only makes him groan in response. “Let me go, I want-”

“You don’t know what ya want.” He takes a deep breath, before slipping his hands under the garment and brushing his thumb over your raised nipples, peeked from the cold air. “But I do. ‘N I’m gonna make ya beg for me so fuckin’ good.” He lets you go for a moment to take your shirt off with rough tugs, before staring again. “See, Samu said I should give it a rest. But how can I, when I knew you’d be the prettiest little virgin cunt ever? Hm?” He licks his lips, before leaning down to start kissing all over your tits, sucking and tugging at your nipples with noises that make you grow from the inside. A cold shiver rolls down your spine, and you find yourself pulling his hair despite yourself. Because it feels good, and heat pools low in your belly.

“Tell me ya want it. Tell me ya want me.” The fire that seems to glint behind his eyes takes you aback, and you try to scramble from under him, but he’s back over you before you get a chance to. Gripping your face and forcing you into another kiss, the taste of his tongue on yours, deep and heavy. “People here hate ya, don’t ya know that? Think yer a real bitch. That’s why no one wants to be yer friend.” He rests his forehead to yours, so that you’re basically breathing each other’s air, and hums. His free hand starts taking off the sweats he’s wearing in a smooth motion, leaving him hard in just boxers. “But I’ve been ‘ere for you.” Another kiss. “I’m good to ya, too.”

The room is so hot, and your brain completely thrown off with the mix of all emotions you’ve felt in these short few hours; and it has you all fucked up. Tsumu must know this, but he doesn’t care. And you take a few panted breaths, looking between your two bodies at the was your tits brush up against him each time you move— he’s so close. “So say you want it, or I’m leavin’.”

“I want it.” Your voice shakes as it comes out, eyes stinging, head floaty— it barely feels like you said anything at all. “I want you.” He takes that as all he needs before grinning, kissing your temple and shuffling off you to shove his boxers down his thighs, before grabbing himself by the base and stroking a few lazy pumps along himself.

“Here, kiss it,” he nods his head towards it, helping you up and then right back down so you’re on your hands and knees. You’re getting wet. Sadly, you didn’t exactly think to put on any nice panties, but Tsumu doesn’t care as he makes you lean in and down until you can rest your lips to his cock, and he makes another noise. “I know it’s kinda bad but- I’ve been wanting ta fuck yer face for years now. Put- yer tongue out.” The admission only makes you feel more hot and hazy, and you do as you’re told. “Ahh, mhm.” He tastes weird when he pushes the glossy head to your tongue, translucent precum coating your tongue, but he takes a few more pumps, then pushes you back over.

“But not now, I wanna fuck you first. Yer gonna let me fuck your tight, little cunt, right?” The plush in your face doesn’t hide the heat as it floods to your face, your belly, down your legs— and he manhandles your legs up to start peeling off your shorts and panties. You can feel the strings of slick as they connect your wet pussy and the fabric, and hide your face into your shoulder before he groans your name again. “Yer so fuckin’ wet, look atcha. Already a little cock tease, and I haven’t even done nothin’ yet.” Your hot, puffy pussy is revealed, and he swipes two fingers out to circle around the wet hole without hesitation, only pulling back to slot the digits in his mouth. He shrugs his shirt off and tosses it next to the bed, then comes to kiss you again.

“Ya taste that? That’s yer pussy gushin’ like a whore for me. Only me.” He kisses like he’s got something to prove, taking your mouth up until all you can think of is him, and the places where your skin seems to zap under his rough hands. Each touch leaving you more breathless than the next. And you’re forced to just nod along and abide, because you couldn’t ask for what you need if you tried. He plays with your tits while pushing first one prodding digit in, but soon pushes up with two. “Gotta- prep this little hole before I fill you up, right? That’d be the nice thing to do. Even though ya haven’t been very nice to me, babe.”

“‘m sorry- Tsumu-” you hold back a whimpering moan as he squeezes your tits hard and flicks your nipples, and his fingers slowly push into you. The wetness dripping down your slit and along your inner thighs is hot, and your body curves instinctively as he slowly slides in and out a few times, while the man above you chuckles.

“No, you ain’t, little minx.” His grin is still wide though, hiking your one leg higher to get a better look at the way your greedy pussy swallows up his long fingers and he fucks you open so easily. “S’okay tho, I forgive ya. ‘Cus I’m gonna get to fuck this pretty pussy first.” The slick sounds fill the room and sound so, so loud, and lewd, and yet, there’s still more noise coming from your throat as he goes deeper again and his thumb finds your puffy clit with a little hum. “Uhuh, that feel good? Look at you enjoying this. Didn’t you want me ta stop? Huh?”

“Hm,” you just answer, grabbing your own chest with one hand, his arm with the other. He’s so much bigger than you like this, so muscular and intimidating. You look between your bodies to watch his fingers bottom out, and though the stretch is a little uncomfortable, it’s mostly just really, really good, filling your head with fog. Tsumu’s thick cock twitches between his legs, and he leans in to kiss you again. This time pulling his hand back to slide it into your mouth instead, making you gag when his fingers hit the back of your throat. You taste heady, a little musky, and lick your lips for the thin thread of spit when he pulls back.

“Alright, say thank you, Tsumu.”

“-thank you, Tsum-” you parrot, and also freeze under him when he goes to reposition himself and his cock head pushes at your sloppy, wet slit. “Wait- condom-”

“Shhh, just relax. If you freak out it’ll hurt ya.” He places one elbow next to your head, and lines himself up better, before starting to push into you already, and your leg jerks. He’s really big. Too big, you think, trying to take a deep breath as he starts breaking open your slick walls and slowly moving back and forth through it. “Aghh, that’s- it, that’s it, thatsithatsit-” He moans loudly, pushing your cheek up and kissing you back long and deep, tongues messily tangling and tasting each other, bumping noses as he fucks in, and in, and in. It pulls every thought out of you, every fiber filled with electricity. The tightness is painful, but you don’t want him to pull back, and judging by the way he groans into your mouth, he won’t anyway.

“You’re crazy if you think I’m fucking my tiny virgin cunt with a condom,” he pants when pulling back, eyes blown wide. His hand pushes your knee up more to stare at where you’re connected, before pulling back halfway and fucking back in, and the pressure on your womb and belly is enough to have you whining out so loud it barely sounds human. “That good, huh?” He bottoms out again, feels so fucking deep inside you that you can feel him high up in yourself bumping against your walls, and it feels so good, so, so good your toes curl and your knees lock around him.

“Fuck,” you can just barely gasp, before he pumps into you again, and starts really grinding himself into you. Slick drips out of you with each thrust, and makes the bed rattle under his weight. His hair sticks matt to his forehead, his lip pulled between his teeth, and the wet slapping of his hips meeting your skin is so distracting. Everything aches. Everything feels so good. You can barely even feel the sting anymore, jerking on his cock like you are. “Tsumu, I-”

“Gon’ have ta wait, princess,” he suddenly chokes, “yer clamping down on me like crazy— fuck.” He lifts one knee to push your legs open more, and then just shakes his head as he starts speeding up. “Oh, fuck it, gonna fill you up first. So fuckin’ tight, god, fuck-” The heavy thrusts go more sloppy, rapid as he chases his own orgasm and squeezes your thigh hard, yanking your teary cheeks back towards him as you pant to slide a finger between your lips and dropping a glob of his own spit into your mouth like it’s normal. Groaning into your mouth, and fucking his fat cock so deep into you you see stars. “One experience at a time, right?”

“Ah, Tsumu- p-please, fuck-me more, more, touch- more.” Your head rolls back as he pulls your hips back into him again and again, before suddenly locking up, and feeling how hot ropes of cum fill you up and he pants out your name in between a string of swears that all melt into a long growled moan as he stills. Only for a second though, because he’s quick to pull out and roll you back so that your knees are by your head, and he’s on top of you. He strokes his cock a few times, watching the last of the strings of thick cum land between your thighs. “Tsumu-” you pant, and take a breath, and pout- all at once. Because he stares at the way his cum comes out of your sloppy hole, before pushing it back inside. “Ughn-”

“Oh, don’t worry, baby. I’m not done. Not even close.” He spits onto his hand before bringing two fingers back to your pussy, and his thumb over your needy, puffy bud. And you jerk, blinks stuttering as you moan high and needy. Can’t help it. “Yer gonna wish I was done with ya long before I let ya out of this bed. I’m not done playing with my pussy.”

#atsumu x reader #haikyuu x reader #miya atsumu #atsumu smut #haikyuu smut #hq smut #hq x reader #tw.virginity #tw.noncon #tw.degradation #tw.dubcon #tw.size kink #tw.dark content #tw.creampie #🍯honey.pot #💫ch.atsumu

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p-antomime · 2 years

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if you insist.

𖦹 minors don’t interact.┊wc: 3,2K.

𖦹 content: mean dom!ajax, monsterfucking, dub-con, breeding!kink, virginity loss, size!kink, cunniligus, unprotected sex, pinning, power imbalance, pet names.

𖦹 pairings: [foul legacy form]!childe x fem!reader.

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"You took your time!", he exclaimed with a simplistic little side-smile as he saw you approaching as your finished trying to untie your dress that was almost all crumpled as you had to get around helping Paimon and the Traveler, "Do y’know how long I've been waiting for you?"

"I was busy! Helping y'know who, Tartaglia," you replied and stood beside him before looking over to see where exactly you were.

Truth be told: you didn't even remember that the path he asked you to take led to the Wanmin Restaurant because your brain had been completely absorbed for more than three hours in the miscellaneous tasks that seemed to never end coming from Paimon's hands.

"You didn't answer my question, pretty girl," his tone was softer now and made you relax automatically as it was matched with his arm passing over your shoulders to pull you closer as your eyes looked at the menu you never got around to memorizing.

"And I don't even need it!", you replied with a soft, velvety tone that made his heart beat so fast it felt like there was a drum in the middle of his chest.

It was always the same, Childe even felt stupid when he stopped to think how you had his heart in the palm of your hand and didn't even realize it, but he didn't blame you for that either, because in case you didn't realize his feelings soon enough, it was okay by now for him to just have your company. Just you being happy and well was enough to make his existence less fervently hellish, especially since the very moment his water-colored eyes hovered over your graceful figure Tartaglia felt in the most heavenly field of affection that could possibly exist, even if your hair was a bit disheveled after you, Paimon and Traveler had been ambushed and chased by soldiers he had to deal with.

Dealing differently than he used to with you whenever he had some free time. If violence followed Ajax wherever he went, you were a beautiful exception that made him have the need to drive you around like a porcelain doll about to break, that was obvious to everyone but you, every time he unwittingly brushed his fingers against your arms and immediately stroked the same spot just to make sure he hadn't squeezed too hard and hurt you.

"What you've been doing, huh?", you asked Childe as soon as he had finished taking your order; he had already memorized what your favorite dish was, "I haven't seen you properly in weeks," he ran his tongue over lips before shrugging and looking away.

"I'm an extremely requested guy, pretty, I already told you that, but...", his eyes glared at you before his head tilted in your direction and you didn't even flinch; Tartaglia almost rolled his eyes in irritation at your inattention and naivete, "It seems like you don't even hear me when I say something.”

And then a pout appeared on your lips before the two of you started a heated discussion about how you were always paying attention to what he was saying, and for most of it your partner in going outs — which to him were more dates than that — was just giving you little smiles and not even paying attention to what you were saying. Childe was busy studying, analyzing and admiring your features and details without paying attention to time and he did this even after you had eaten and it was time for him to theoretically return you to Paimon, who immediately asked if he had forced you go out with him.

The answers were varied, while you gave a shy smile and denied with the head, he pretended to be offended and wiped a tear from the corner of his eye before letting go of your hand and watching you slowly disappear in the direction where the Golden House stood. His job for the day was complete and it was just to spend a little time with you and make the most of it, even if now, after several months since the first contact between you and him, there was little left unvisited in Liyue that he could take you to for a new date.

As always, you didn't expect to see him again so soon and the rest of the week passed in such a monotonous way that at some moments you wished Childe would magically appear on your side to keep you company during the long afternoons; as long as the current one you were using to get home alone and somewhat oblivious to the space around you since the road remained the same as always. Or you thought it was.

A closed bag in the middle of the path caught your attention and your frown creased before you looked around. There was no one there until you looked diagonally and saw a group of people who, from their clothes, you already knew very well who were. The gray masks over their faces made it obvious what their backgrounds were.

"Uh, who are we seeing here?! A nosey girl?", you took a few steps back as you heard one of them speak and immediately pulled out a pyro potion or two.

"I don't— I promise I didn't see anything, sir, I just—"

Immediately, you tried to explain yourself as your feet seemed to have a life of their own and your brain told you to run, especially since you didn't even have any treasure for them to steal.

As soon as a "Fry!" and a Molotov was thrown in your direction, you immediately took off running without even seeing where exactly it had fallen. And obviously, other footsteps with heavy boots were following you; your brain could barely reason where you could go or head. Desperate measures bring almost no reasoning, however, the situation would get worse.

And it got as soon as you felt the wind speed around your body change and become more intense, almost as if something was making you fly and your head turned to see what, or who, had made the aura of the place change dramatically. Now it felt like even your last neuron was telling you to flee far away.

"What the hell—", before you could finish speaking, your mouth dropped into an "O” shocked.

A huge creature, about ten feet tall, with claws for fingers, a cape that looked like it had bits of stars and constellations on it, a reddish-tinged mask with a small purple glowing jewel shining in the center, purple fuzz around its neck, the same red hair you knew so well you would recognize it from yards away. It had the foul legacy of carrying, breathing and finding itself in violence. And violence is exactly what it brought: in the blink of an eye you found yourself surrounded by shattered, torn, blood-spurting bodies.

If the fear before was of dying, it had been tripled now and you tried not to stumble as you turned your back on that and the rest of the treasure looters who would still be killed by a Tartaglia who gave in to the impulses of his own rage and used the transformation most damaging to him for simply seeing the girl he loved in danger. But even under the mask, he didn't expect to see you turning your back and running away from him, the one who saved you less than a minute ago. You should be feeling flattered and safe, however, you were just feeling even more frightened that you didn't know that the worst side of Childe was that mortifying thing.

And having to chase you through trees, bushes, grasses and big rocks while you tried not to fall and keep running made something click in his mind and mix with the little bit of resentment. Maybe it was the adrenaline rush of being chasing you as if you were in a game of predator and hunter, wolf in sheep's clothing and helpless bunny, maybe it was more horniness than that. However, regardless of what that mix of feelings was doing inside Ajax, your fear grew even more as soon as one of his claw-filled hands grabbed your dress by the hem and made you fall to the floor with the face getting a little dirt on it.

"Plea-please, I don't—", you coughed trying to drag yourself away, but the only thing beneath your fingers was fertile, half-wet dirt, "Don't kill me, please, I didn't– nothing, did nothing wrong, plea–”

Your legs were shaking, Childe could feel it as soon as his large hands slid from the hem of the dress to the exposed skin of our thighs and inevitably one of them went to remove his mask before his somewhat deeper than normal voice resonated and reached your ears, "You should be thankful I didn't let 'em— stop trying to fucking fight me, mortal, you barely can stand up."

It was still your Tartaglia there, pushing your dress up and trying to gain access to your pussy, but at the same time it wasn't — you knew deep down, even at the high peak of your inattention, that your redhead would never pin you to the ground like that thing, that monster did to keep your head and face down and ass up.

For all the seconds it took him to rip open your panties and finally get a glimpse of the place on your body he most wished he could touch and taste, you tried to struggle against his large, strong hands that continued to keep you pinned to the floor.

You felt something brush against your sensitive clit and immediately tried to close legs that were held open by Ajax above your much smaller body than his, then the same wet, soft something slid down between your folds and reached your tight entrance. A shiver ran through your body as soon as his lips latched onto your pussy as if he was about to make out with it and eyes closed tightly thinking that this would make the situation reverse itself and that Childe would let you go.

However, that was not an option. He had always been so patient, so loving, so kind and the only thing that it paid off for him was you being completely oblivious to his real intentions to have you at least as a girlfriend. Now was the perfect chance, even more than perfect, even if his Foul Legacy form undermined his life in an extremely dangerous way. At the moment, Tartaglia simply didn't care; if it was necessary to use his most monstrous form to get you dumbfucked, he would do it without a second thought to the consequences.

You could feel Ajax's long tongue going from your clit to lick it to your entrance to fuck and tease you to the point of making you hide the face in your arms feeling more than humiliated that you were getting wetter and wetter as he played with your body as if you were just a doll — and, comparing physical power and height, you were indeed.

"Tight, you're so fuckin' tight, every time I lean against you and your pussy tightens around my tongue, I can feel how fucking tight you are, are you a virgin, huh?", Tartaglia asked and stood up momentarily to see your entrance leaking more and more and you dared not answer with anything but a whimper that died as soon as his large, broad chest brushed against your back, "You are, for sure, bunny, I can smell your shyness for being a fucking virgin and liking to be tongue-fucked by a monster."

A cocky chuckle escaped him and made you clench around nothing, you prayed he couldn't see this reaction and his face moved closer to your shoulder where his pointed fangs brushed against it as if they were threatening to cut the skin. It was the first time that your pussy seemed to tingle intensely and a knot, heat seemed to be present at the foot of your belly, was this an approaching orgasm? If it was, you wanted Tartaglia to somehow cure you of this anxiety of being about to cum and not being able to do it on your own.

"T-Tartaglia, 'm feeling, so strange, feeling d-dizzy and—", a loud moan escaped you just as one of his knees pressed against the middle of your legs, almost making them have to spread as wide as possible to accommodate it there.

"And?", he asked encouraging you to fall for his lewd corruption and perversion and feeling his massive cock confining still in his pants need painfully to be released soon, "And what, hm? I didn't even get your pretty tongue out of your mouth, so I'm sure you can use it to finish talking, huh?", his face moved away from your shoulder and back close to your pussy to let more kisses and licks over it, you barely noticed the way your hips tried to force themselves against his face.

"Oh, oh, look at you, pretty tiny girl, showing yourself off for such a monster like me," he whispered still against your pussy before bringing hands to his own pants and armor to start dismantling and taking them off, making the sounds of metal and fabric tinkle and thump against the floor around you, "How bad d’you want it, hm? How bad do you wanna feel a dick stretching you out for the first time?"

Again his pecs brushed against your back and you felt his big hands hold you by the waist and this time something softer and far less flexible than his long tongue brushed against your sensitive clit and made you flinch against the floor.

"Tell me and I shall give it to you, tiny bunny," you nodded shyly and tried to keep the face hidden in your arms, "You don't want me to force you to say it, do you? Everything you gotta say is 'please, Ajax, fuck me hard, fuck me until I can't walk, fuck me until I can't think about anything but your dick' with your pretty voice, it's not that hard.”

You looked down, to see what exactly was between your legs. And regretted it immediately, there was not a remote chance that Tartaglia could get it into your too-small pussy.

It was big, large, massive, had even solid veins around it throbbing and leaked a lot of pre-cum; and you silently wondered how much cum he could pour inside you, right into your womb, only to soon after move the head to the side and the other trying not to convince yourself that you didn't want to have him deep inside you, kissing your cervix.

"Y'know you want it, bunny," his voice whispered close to your ear and you felt his long tongue playing with your earlobe, "You just need to say it 'n it's enough, say it."

The tip of his big fat dick placed itself exactly against your tiny entrance, you gasped and your fingers dug into the dirt beneath your body, your sense of ethics seemed to disappear as soon as Tartaglia kissed and licked your neck.

"P-Please, Ajax," your voice came out breathless and almost inaudible and a sly smile appeared on his lips, his cock leaking even more and his self-control beginning to slip from his hands, "Fuck me hard, fuck me 't-till I can't walk, fuck me 'till I can't think about anything but– ngh! "

Tartaglia couldn't wait for you to finish speaking, his dick slammed deep inside your pussy until the tip was kissing your cervix and the pain of seeming to be impaled took over you with eyes watering and teeth biting hard on your lips almost to the point of bleeding.

"F-Fuck, this–fuck!", his head fell back as he felt your walls squeezing him massively, trying to push him out and his big hands possessively placed themselves on your waist, "So fuckin' tight, I barely c-can— ngh move," he grunted and looked down between your legs where your pussy was trying to get used to his huge girth.

"A-Ajax, 's hurt-hurting," you gasped with small tears falling and wetting the dirt and Ajax leaned over your back again, keeping you still, and whispering, "It's goin' to be so good in a few seconds, you're gonna feel so good," his deep voice made you clench even tighter around his shaft.

And indeed, the monster deep inside you wasn't lying, as slowly his hips began to rock against yours and made you have the pain being replaced by a simmering pleasure that soon again had you on the verge of cumming with your clit throbbing even more as his cum-filled balls slapped against it.

Seeing you try to move body against his, Tartaglia immediately understood that he could move and it took less than five seconds for him to start thrusting hard, always with your body under his keeping you pinned between him and the ground to make sure that his girl got every last drop of cum.

While still thrusting, he slid one hand down your crotch to reach your lower belly and press on it just for the pleasure of knowing how deep his massive cock reached, "Feeling it, bunny? Feeling how deep 'm fucking you silly?"

The only things that came out of your lips were moans and whimpers and your eyes teared up again, this time not from pain, but from urgency to cum; urgency that was filled as soon as Ajax rubbed against your most sweet spot in one long thrust.

Your vision blurred and body trembled beneath his, it seemed that even your consciousness wavered and returned to normal as spasms ran through your every muscle and drool dripped down the chin; all while Childe still was pinning you with his whole size and height.

This was all just one more incentive for the monster above you to keep fucking you through your orgasm until the overstimulation snapped you out of the bliss and brought you back to a sense of what was happening; now it seemed your walls could feel him even deeper, so deep that the moment his cock released all of his thick sticky cum you were absolutely sure he'd thrown it all right into your womb.

If there was anything human left in Childe up to that point, even as he fucked you like a beast almost seriously bruising your hips, there was none of that left when he forced your torso down, making you lie completely flat against the ground, and pulled your hips all the way back until your ass was fully encased in his groin.

"Such a fucking good cocksleeve," he whispered pulling away and slowly pulling out to see his white cream leaking out of your tiny little entrance for how much he had cum, and anyone else would realize how overwhelmed you were, but seeing you shuddering completely made Ajax swallow hard and feel all the blood in his body focus on his cock again, "Uh, what's that, bunny? Did I hear you right? You saying 'Ajax, I want more, make me pass out from cumming! Please!'? Oh, I did, right?", his tip spread the cum over your folds before thrusting back inside your small pussy, "If you insist, who 'm I to deny it to you, hm?"

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saintobio · 15 days

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To bc! Sukuna: you knew that y/n was a virgin, so why did you want a relationship with her, when you know that sex is very important to you? Also do you take pride in wanting to be her first (in bed) and how would you feel if she lost her virginity to another man? 🤔

BC!Sukuna: I wasn’t with her ‘cause she’s a virgin. I just thought I could wait ‘til she’s ready, but shit’s easier said than done. Any man would take pride in being the first, but if she were to lose it to another, I’m gonna lose it. Fuck, I don’t even wanna imagine that.

#series: blank canvas #bc: character asks #tw.virginity

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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

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

"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.

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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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azurexsnake · 10 months

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This City is a Graveyard

Reader x Millions Knives

Gender Things: Fem!Reader. Knives uses ‘her’ for Reader once. Reader dresses fem and is described as curvy. Reader has a vagina (that is not made direct reference to) and a prosthetic strap (referred to as a penis/cock).

CW: DARK!!!!! DEAD DOVE. Morally ambiguous reader, dom!reader, sub!knives, virgin!knives, toxic relationship, death in reader’s backstory, fem physical descriptions used for knives’ body, body modding (reader has a lost tech detachable dick they can feel through), petnames (angel and princess -> knives)

TW: Drugging (Reader -> Knives), Lethal Aphrodisiacs, Dubcon AF (Knives has an implied soft spot for Reader but…….), Xenophilia (Alien Genitalia), Fuck or Die, Vaginal Penetration (Reader -> Knives), Choking, Degradation, Mocking Praise, Sadism, Virginity, Implied incestuous feelings (Knives -> Vash), Implied passing out due to Overstimulation

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bontensucker · 2 years

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Under your spell - Part II

Minors don’t interact

Summary : The great inquisition. In a small village during medieval old time, a young crusader has been ordained priest. A rumor of a witch cursing the place with plague has rapidly spread around. To find the witch and put her at the stake, the holy knight has instilled fear and mistrust but he finds resistance in you. Starting to have dirty thoughts about you, he gets you jailed, so sure you’re the sinner he’s chasing after. But are you really the one you pretend not to be ?

WC : 6.8K

Content and warnings : Historical au, enemies to lovers, smut, angst, pet/names (witch, good girl), corruption, blasphemy, toxic behavior, fingering (f!receiving), masturbation (m!receiving), oral (f!receiving), squirting, virginity loss, slight bondage (f!receiving), mention of blood, unprotected sex, breeding, manhandle, knife play if you squint

Pairing : Crusader!Taiju Shiba x Fem!Reader.

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You’ve been staying out of the village, avoiding the inquisition’s soldiers as much as you could.

Despite the few days that passed you can’t sleep. You still feel his hands on you, between your thighs, his rough stare and his breath on your lips taking yours away.

But what keeps you awake his what you felt between his legs. He was so hard and long. You can feel your face heat up everytime you think about him and you rub your thighs without even noticing.

Yet it still discuss you. Because this man, is for you one of the worst human being. And you really don’t want to deal with him again.

His shining armor does look good on him, but inside, it’s just darkness and you know you need to stay away from him or you could lose your life.

And fortunately, you didn’t see him around until now. You think he might be as ashamed as you. You hope so, so he will let you live your life in peace.

You think you’re out of troubles now.

You’re working in your veggetables garden, collecting what you are going to sell to the village, like you always did. The sun is burning your head despite the cold air and you have so much trouble to breath because of your corset tightening your waist and pushing your cleavage up everytime you move.

You’re on all four when you hear clinging noises coming from armors and horses and indeed it’s the crusader Taiju and a couple of men.

You close your eyes and try to supress the wince on your face. You know he’s here to arrest you. He warned you. You should’ve known. This is not over.

You don’t even try to stand up and when you turn around to look at him, he raises a brow at your body posture and by the way he looks at you, you already know you’re screwd in Every.Possible.Way

When he gets off his horse you try to snap before he even opens his mouth but you can’t breath. He watches you trying to get up and then fall in your garden with your breast rising up and down but he refuses to look away or move.

He can’t stop himself but to imagine you doing the exact same move under him, under his touch and it gets on his nerves because he knows it’s probably one of your witchcrafts to turn him away from God.

When he gets closer to your lying body you try to speak, to tell him you can’t breath but you only manage to say Too tight… can’t… please…

You put your hand on your corset lace, trying your best to pull on it but it’s too tight and you’re left alone to squirm under his piercing gaze.

And you feel one of his hand over yours. You look at him taking a dagger from his belt and you try to push him away.

And you swear to God you saw the corner of his lips lift up when you starts your plea. Don’t kill me, don’t kill me, don’t kill me.

But he doesn’t listen.

The sharp blade cut your lace in a swift move, and your black corset fall in two pieces leaving you half naked in front of the crusader.

He let go of your hands and looks at you with a neutral face. But you can see his eyes trying their best not to look at your body, and failed at it.

You cover your breast, trying to safeguard your decency and come to slap his face but he’s quick to catch your wrist.

“Are you not breathing now ? I guess what you are trying to say is thank you, woman.»

You would rip his tongue off if you could. The other hand hiding you breast move faster than him this time, and you slap his other cheek as hard as you can.

Here for the grattitude.

He turns his head and grit his teeth. The vein on his forehead starts to show again and it takes so much effort for him not to give it back to you. He would have no problem slapping a witch.

But he forbids himself to, because you’re practically naked in front of him.

« Oh Lord, give me the strength to forgive like you would do... »

He stands up and grab your hand, dragging you with him to your tiny home and closes the door once you both are inside.

He push you on your bed and breath hard « Do not try me witch. Because I chose to save you this time does not mean I cannot put you at the stake. »

« What do you want ?! » You answer massaging your painful wrist with a still strangled voice. He grabs a chair without asking, making him at home and sit in front of your bed.

He looks at you coughing for a moment still trying to breath back normally again, hiding your body with your sheets. Everything happened so fast you still need a moment to recover.

Annoyed, the crusader grabs a cup of water and held it to you. “Here.”

You push him back still coughing and he frown. « I need you to be focused to answer my questions. Drink ! » and he tries again to shove the drink to your face but you push him away.

« Don’t give me orders in my own house ! » You need the water but you’re too proud to accept anything from him.

« You are only making it hard for you. You shall drink. » He tries again but you turn your head and close your eyes. He rolls his at you with no patience and then says « Fine. »

The crusader grabs the sheets that shield your body before throwing the water directly at you. You gasp at the cold water and ends up all wet. « Better now ? »

The only clothe that covered you was a white dress and your new state let him see everything through.

You cover yourself with your arms and shout « ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND PRIEST ?!! DONT LOOK !!! » but he grabs both your hands in his with no patience.

« STOP THIS RIGHT NOW OR I WILL THROW YOU IN JAIL WOMAN ! » You try to get away from his grasp and you start to fight back and squirm on your bed but he doesn’t let you go and he is, indeed, much stronger than you.

You get up from your bed and gives him a kick in the chin. You hear him growl and his head go back in the process and you take your chance.

You try to escape but he grabs you by the waist, holding his hurted neck at the same time. Your dress is torn when he tries to hold you and you turn around to look at him with the fabric still in his big hands, letting one of your hip and thigh on sight.

You both stop breathing and look at each other with much confusion for him and deep anger for you.

« Oh no you did not ! » you say grabbing a knife on the table to protect yourself.

His stare focus on his hand and he let the fabric fall to the ground like it’s burning his fingers. The crusader look back at you blinking his eyes « I did not intended to… hum, listen I just want you to keep calm, I still have questions and by our holy mother the Church, you need to answer me ! »

He makes a step calmy towards you but you try to stab him and he dodges you « Put that knife down, woman. This is not helping you. »

But you don’t listen. The second hit gets to his arm and it start to slightly bleed. You barely touched him but he looks at it with wide eyes and then at you « I knew it ! You try to kill a servant of god witch ? »

Taiju as been kind enough. His gaze become roughter and your legs start to shake.

He straighten up his body and comes to you with the knife between your hand, trying your best to protect yourself.

He grabs the sharp blade in his hand, looking at you dead in the eye and apply so much pressure his palm starts to bleed. He takes the knife off your hand and throw it on the floor.

You back up again, trapped between the wall and the crusader who tops you from his 6′5″ (195cm).

When you feel his hand sliding in your hair roughly, you shiver under his touch but do your best to stand your ground. He pull on it, making you lift up your head to look at him and the severe gaze he has on you glint with something strange, almost animalistic.

You breath hard and whisper « Do it priest. If you are brave enough. »

His jaw clench painfully while his grasp become rougher and he drags you out of your house.

You’re thrown to the ground where the soldiers size you. « Y/n you are accused of sorcery and pact with the devil. Bring her to jail. »

In no time you are cuffed and caged up in the basement of the church.

A week after, Taiju is looking at his men building up the stake through the window of his office.

Since he brought you back to the church, something bothers him and gnaws at his thoughts.

He knows you are detained not far away from his bedroom and he can’t sleep well. His dreams are haunted by your image. Sometimes he can feel your hand on his cheek, sweet and warm, your face so close to his, sometimes he sees you with a round belly and he knows it’s his child, sometimes it’s just you trying to seduce him to make him deny his faith. And when he opens his eyes, he’s always very angry with you.

You told them you were not guilty multiple times. Despite your pleading to talk to him, he doesnt allow it, refuses to talk with you. He knows what your presence is doing to him and he is determined not to let you give more power to your witchcraft on him.

He’s convinced you are a witch. He alreday told everybody in the village during his sermons that you were the one who brought so much desolation and pain in the village. And everyone is now waiting to see you burn for your sins.

The day before your execution your keeper tells you, you can ask for a priest to confess before you die.

Taiju being the confessor, he can’t keep avoiding you. Even if he doesn’t want to come down and see you, knowing you’re testing his faith, he can’t deny you absolution.

The sentries come to fetch you and make sure you are chained up before they lead you to the inquisitor’s office.

When you see him, he is working on his next sermon. Still tall, still tense, still smug. He doesn’t look at your and point a sealed parchment on the desk. “This is your execution order. Do you have something to say before I read it tomorrow ?”

You let a hard breath past your lips and he finally looks at you. But the moment he does, his eyes slide to your belly and he gulp down remembering what he did last night in his dreams, impregnating you.

He frowns and his powerful jaw clench in anger. He knows it’s probably one of your spells to make his mind weak but he can’t help the thought of your warm walls around his cock and it makes him twitch unwittingly.

He knows, once you’re going back to your cell, he will be scourging himself with the little whisk he got in his office but it won’t stop him from dreaming about your tiny body handled by his, the skin of your round thighs merging with his fingers and he can’t look at you anymore.

When you sit before him his eyes meet with your half naked body and he stands up. He takes his long coat off and put it on your shoulder. The black fur his warm and you can smell his scent on it but you don’t have the heart to refuse it because you are so cold. He can feel your frozen skin under his touch when his fingers brush your shoulders. He didn’t do that to be kind, he did it to stay focused, not ogling at your body like a piece of meat he could feast on. But that’s alright for both of you in the moment.

« You wanted to see me witch ? Are you going to repent ? »

You open your mouth and close it several times, you want to say you did nothing wrong, that you’re not a witch and you don’t have to repent for anything. To you, he is the one that should apologize for practically assaulting you in your own house but you are too weak to say anything so you just nod.

« You shall speak, my child. » He says, but you are not listening. You are focused on the fruit basket on the desk and he follows your stare. It’s been days since you last ate.

He takes an apple in his hand and you follow his move. Taiju takes a bite and look at you with expectations « I am listening. »

You are starving, they barely fed you « I am hungry… » You say placing a hand on your belly.

He looks at your move and look away, flash of your pregnant belly coming back from his dreams. You don’t know how hard it is for him to face you right now, but he decides not to listen to his fast beating heart. « And I am waiting. »

He knows it’s a matter of time before you start to get under his skin. He needs this to be done real quick. So he stands up and come behind you and then he take another bite near your ear and you close your eyes.

You are not afraid, just too weak to deal with his cruel nature. You close your eyes and he likes to see you at his mercy like this. He can feel his aching cock twitch in his trouser and he knows he has to make you confess now before his hard on comes to show.

You open your mouth and try again, gathering all the courage left « I did not… »

He slides his hand on your neck, unable to keep is hands off and you stop trying to defend yourself because you know it’s gonna get worst. He can feel your goosebumps and he tries his best not to pay attention too much.

You are indeed a powerful witch. But you will not get on his nerves. He forbids it. His love for God his stronger.

His touch let your body in deep confusion and you don’t know if his warmness feels good or terrible. You try to breath calmly, shutting your eyes tighter until you smell something up your nose. When you open your eyes he held the apple for you to eat.

You don’t move first and your hunger makes you think it’s safe to take a bite, so you open your mouth but instead of the apple your tongue meet with two of his fingers that force you to open wider.

Hot breath coat the shell of your ear « Did you really thought I would do something nice for the devil’s lover ? »

And the angry feeling starts to skyrocket inside you and you close your mouth, biting his fingers as hard as you can because it’s the only thing you can do.

You know you just sealed your fate but if you’re going to die, you want to make sure he will remember you. If you have to rot in hell it would be for a good reason and you are doing it gathering all the strength left in you because you are determined to rip his fingers off. This fucker.

You hear him growl slightly and second after you start to feel his blood in your mouth and you bite harder.

He puts his other hand on your jaw and force you to let him go, he’s so rough you can hear your bones crack under pressure and you have no other choice but to let go.

« You think this is funny ? » the crusader says looking at his bloodied fingers. You look at him and you say in purpose « Hell yes ! »

He wanted you to be a witch, so be it.

He grabs you by the throat and make you stand up, because you just swore in a church and he cannot let this go. Your feet leave the concrete and you start to squirm and struggle.

« You are going to rot in hell, witch. » he says and you think fast about what you can do because you know he’s going to kill you right now.

And then you open your mouth and breath out « I am a… I am a virgin ! »

He immediately let go of you and you fall to the ground, coughing hard. You know maybe this one will be in your odd because according to the Church he can’t kill a virgin.

The crusader doesn’t believe you but is forced to let go. If he strangles you to death and it’s proven you were a virgin, he’s going to be in trouble with the Church. He knows he can’t go against Gods commands.

He kneel in front of you and look at you dead in the eye but his stare is slowly drifting to your lips reded by his own blood.

« Is it one of your trick to fool me, witch ? I do not believe you ! » and you answer « It is the truth ! I already told you ! I am not lying. I never did. Everything I told you was true. »

The crusader force a laugh because he’s so sure you are still lying to him but you can’t deceive him.

He waits a bit, trying to decides what to do and then he grabs you by your hips, lift you up and make you sit on the edge of his desk « Spread your legs. »

You look at him in confusion but he is not a patient man. « Don’t make me repeat myself, woman. Spread your legs. »

You tighten up your thighs « W-why ? » you say in a tiny and embarrassed voice.

He puts his hand on your knees and apply enough pressure to make you spread them leaving your bare cunt on sight for him to look.

His mouth opens a bit and a shiver run down his spine. « You said you are a virgin. Easy to know if you are telling the truth or not. » He said while his long fingers slide against your thighs up to your mount.

You try to push him away with your heart ready to jump out of your chest. « No ! Do not do this ! Let me go ! » But he helds you in place.

« Now you are playing innocent ? You were not into the same game last week. Spread your legs and stay still. » Your tense face makes him hesitate for a second. « On my knight’s honor, I swear I am not going to take advantage on you, you have my word. »

You know if you don’t do as told he’s going to call you out and kill you right away, so you have no other choice but to let him touch your intact private part.

But you don’t want him to. Because everytime his skin meets yours you feel something powerful running in your veins like a poison and his remedy at the same time. The adrenaline rushing under your skin when you meet his eyes is making your womb flutters and you curse him and yourself for what you are starting to feel.

You despise him for his rudeness, his attitude and for everything he stands for. You should hate him, but you are so afraid of what he could find between your legs if he push in to deep. But what other option have you ?

You turn your head and spread your legs, trying to look away but you feel his stare burns your head while his fingers caress your inner thigh.

And then you gasp when you feel it on a place no one as ever touched you beside yourself, late at night, thinking of a tall crusader with rough stare and warm hands.

« I am not going to hurt you and I will try to make it fast. » He warns you, but is tone is barely a whisper, curiously gentle.

One of his long fingers is carefully poking at your entrance and you feel yourself breath so hard. Your hole his twitching in anticipation and when he goes past it, you can’t do anything but moan timidly.

He tries his best not to care about what that sound does to him and gulp down, praying for God to forgive him for liking that impure sound coming from a witch he already sentenced to death.

You walls are so hot he fights the urge to close his eyes and push inside you a little bit more. You try to wriggle but he keeps you still with his still bleeding hand and you let your forehead fall on his shoulder. « Shh…Good girl. »

When he bottoms out, your hole constrict his finger inside and you breath hard with your cheeks burning from inside. « Are you okay ? » he whispers, turning his body away from yours. He starts to feel ashamed but he knows he has too do it. This is inquisition. He can’t be weak for you.

You nod and put your chained up hands around his neck, closing the space between you two. « God…you’re so tight… » he breath out, cheeks so red he can hear his own blood packing up in his temples.

There is a religious silence covering both of you in the room and then you hear a knock at the door.

« Go away ! » you both say at the same time.

You look at each other and your heart beats so fast you swear it’s going to stop.

And for the first time, you want to let it go. You know you’re going to die anyway, but he’s here in front of you, his fingers cuddling your walls and the look he gives you makes you so aroused.

If you’re going to die, at the end it doesn’t matter if it’s from his hand or from the stake, as long as you can do what you are craving to right now.

You look at his lips and yours chase after them, you want to taste it, to feel him whole. You will never let him take it from you but you are willing to give it to him yourself. Your fist kiss, your fist time.

When your lips are ready to crash on his he backs his head up, breathing as hard as you.

« No ! I cannot do that. I committed my life to our almighty Lord. I cannot. »

The crusader tries to take his finger out of you, he needs to run away from you because if he stays a minute more he doesn’t know if his faith will survive it. He as a raging hard on and he wants nothing more but to replace his finger by his aching cock. And he knows this alone as already crossed the line and all his boundaries.

But you don’t let him go. Your chains are taken away from around his shoulder and you grab his wrist, forcing him to stay inside you. « Am I a virgin or not… father Taiju? »

This time, it’s your turn to push him into the corner, looking for his eyes. You want him to look at you but he can’t bring himself - he the great crusader who killed lots of infidels in God’s name during almost seven years of holy war, him who burned down villages and people, men, women and even children in the name of God - to look at you.

« Look at me ! » You gently put your hand on his cheek they way he dreamed of and it’s already more than he can handle. « Look at me… holy knight… Taiju. »

And when you say his name for the second time he can’t hold himself anymore. He comes for your sweet lips, kissing you roughly, his tongue comes to explore your mouth and you moan under his touch. His hand cups your face and he unleash his desire. He never lost a battle, never let anyone be stronger than him and his faith in God but he knows your spell is too strong.

He will repent. He will whip his back until it’s left in a bloody puddle if he has to, but right now he can’t fight against you. He needs you, he needs to touch you, to feel you, to breed you.

He’s obsessed with the thought of filling you to the breaking point until he can’t cum anymore. He wants your womb to be full of his cock, full of his seed, full of his child. He needs to claim you, and by everything sacred in this world, he will.

It’s even more important than breathing now. He can live without air, but he can’t without you. Not now.

And while he kisses you more and more and more he add another finger to the first one inside you. You spread your legs farther to make room for him and you hear him breathing hard against your lips « Good girl. » The other one cups your breast and he loves how smooth your skin feels in his hand. Your body is a temple he wants to worship, his fingers pinch your nipple and you hear wet sounds coming from you pussy.

You moan louder for him, it’s music to his ears and he wants to hear you more. Wants to hear you moan and beg for his dick.

Your hands are back in his hair, hanging greedily on his locks, pulling at it while your hips start to work with his fingers.

He likes how it rolls under his touch. And then both hands go for his trouser in a clinging sound made by your chains, and you didn’t forget how massive he was, your hands still remember how hard, long and big his girth seemed the first time you touched it. You let your fingers run up and down, desperate to feel more and he growls, shutting his eyes tight with a frown of pure bliss.

« God… it feels so good… »

You love to hear him, you love his smell, his tensed body against yours. You love his fingers gently scissoring inside you deeper and deeper, and your womb disintegrate from the butterflies inside.

He starts to take off his clothes and you try to help him but it’s messy because of your restrained hands and you never undressed a man before, so you don’t know exactly how to do it.

But he does it really smoothly, never stopping to kiss you. And you love the taste of his saliva in your mouth, that fucking sharp tongue which sentenced you to death, now playing with yours like they were made for each other.

And it never stops.

When he’s finally naked you let your eyes devour his body, his muscles are rolling under his skin and it’s so round, so hard, everything on him is.

There’s scars of war here and there, left as a souvenir of the past but you love it whole. You take his fingers out of you and you put it in your mouth while looking at him, making him breath hard. You turn him on so much. Since day one, he has to admit.

You put your hands between your thighs, collecting your own juice and then you start to rub it on the tip of his cock. It makes him pulse uncontrollably and he thinks he could cum just from this. The more you squeeze and caress his length, the more you can feel a huge vein twitching from the base to the tip.

And he knows if you don’t stop right now, he’s going to come in your hand.

He take off his cape from your shoulders and tears off the rest of your rags.

When you are fully naked he smiles at you, for the first time but it’s not a gentle one no, it’s carnal.

« Lay down. » he says. It’s not a request, it’s an order, but you don’t question it.

He doesn’t let you the time to breath, once your back hit the wood he grabs your hips and make you slide on the desk until half your body is out of the table. He slides your legs on his shoulders and put his hand on your belly before you start to feel his tongue lapping at your cunt without any warning.

His tongue runs on your slit, and his fingers are back in your cunt, pressing on your sweet spot. You have to put both your hands on your mouth not to let any sounds out. His angry eyes meet your desperate ones and you shake your head but he doesn’t listen. Nothing, even God himself could stops him from eating you out.

It’s too much for you. Your blood is boiling in your veins and you can’t bring yourself to think. Is it for real ? A priest can do that ? How does he even know how to please a woman. You always thought priests weren’t even real men. But you were wrong.

Definitely wrong when you feel his tongue twirling and sucking at your sensitive bud. And you thought you were the one starving ? Apparently you were wrong. So wrong.

« You taste good. So, so good. » He blows on your cunt for a seconde sending spasm all over your body and you start quivering.

He’s back on working his magic on you and your loud moan is muffled by your hands, something is building up inside your belly and you don’t know what to do. He makes your head spin dangerously, you try to speak, to warn him but you can’t bring yourself to, only babbling under his touch, his fingers deep inside you and his tongue on your clit. Something is going to explode soon, you feel it in your guts and you’re afraid it might kill you.

You bite so hard on your lower lip it starts to bleed, your mouth opens and a hard breath comes out with his name as you orgasm on his face, gushing helplessly but he does not let it waste. This is what he wanted. He buries himself between your thighs and he swears he never tasted something so good before.

« Oh my God, oh my God ! » you can’t do anything but call for His name. It’s too much. Too good. Too overwhelming.

He doesn’t stop when you start to squirm beneath him, it’s too sensitive, you need a break but he’s not ready to let go of you.

You’re his and he’ll do as he please.

The crusader starts to overstimulate you and now you try to push his head away from your cunt but he’s too pussy drunk to understand what’s happening around him. Until he hears you « P-please… please, I beg you… it’s too much… Father Taiju ! »

It’s like hell’s door has opened on him. He comes back to his reality and takes a step back looking at you like he saw the devil himself. « Don’t call me that ! Don’t do that ! »

Guilt hits him like a train when he realize what he just did. And in God’s house. « I- My apologies I should have not done that. »

You jump out of the table and walk naked to him, before he can run away, putting both your hands on his cheeks. When he tries to escape your touch you stand on tiptoe to reach his face. Your breast brush his abs and he lowers his gaze to look at it. He swallows hard, finding them so beautiful. He wants to touch them again, but he has mixed feelings.

« How should I call you then ? Your grace? My lord ? » He shakes his head and starts to focus on your heart beating against his belly.

« Call me Taiju. I like it when you say my name. »

Your smile brings peace in his heart. God, why does it makes it beat so fast ? He doesn’t even know.

And you are happy. This is the first time you hear that word in his mouth. You didn’t know he was capable of liking.

« What are we going to do about this Taiju ? » you say, touching the swollen red head of his hard shaft with the tips of your fingers. He close his eyes and let his head falls back. It’s insane how much he adores your touch on his body. « Must be the devil… must be the devil... » he says like a mantra to convince himself that it’s against his own will and to make the guilt go.

« You can have me… if you want. » you whisper letting him go. « I don’t mind if you kill me after that. My life is yours anyway… just know you can have me. »

His eyes shot open and he looks at you in confusion. He knows what it means. If he takes your virginity he could burn you alive without any remorse of not knowing if you were or not a virgin. He knows that.

And he knows a witch would never let him do that.

You lay back on the desk, legs spread waiting for him to make a move. By tomorrow you will be dead, it doesn’t matter anymore. It’s your last wish. To know what it feels to be loved, what it feels to be his. Just once.

You close your eyes when you hear a step getting closer and another one

But it’s too quiet. The sound of silence is deafening inside the room. He grabs your chains and pull on it to make you sit. “Look at me. Are you really allowing me to- ?” He asks searching for any trace of malice.

You nod and put your forehead against his. “Do it.I want it too.”

He breath hard, closing his eyes. Next you feel him lifting you. He gently carry you bridal style and you put your head on his chest. He stops to pick up his cape and throw it to cover your naked body.

And then he carries you through the empty corridor to the end of it. He opens a door, looking down on you, like he wants to make sure you are not going to change your mind in this new room.

His bedroom.

There is a four poster bed near a tiny window.

He put you on his bed and go lock the door.

The sheets are so soft, and smells like him. You could just fall asleep in, you never had a bed of that quality to sleep in.

But you have better things to do, when you feel the bed move and then he’s on top of you. He look at your cufs and at your face. “I do not have the key.”

You smile, amused “Do you really want to free a witch ?”

He blush and look away, ashamed again. But he doesn’t add anything.

Instead, the crusaders arms are circling your head. He leans on to kiss you and look at you with no trace of guilt nor anger. « It is going to hurt. » he warns you gently.

You nod and put your arms around his neck again. Your chains rest on the upper part of his back and you hear it clings when he positions himself.

One last look, to make sure you still want this and he push himself past your entrance. His hard shaft splits you open in one go, you gasp out of breath and curl your toes and fists. It’s too big, too hard even if he goes slow.

Your nails dig in his muscular back and a tear run down your eye when he finally bottoms out.

« You were truly a virgin... » he whispers for himself, eyes wide shut, trying his best not to let his impulse take over him.

For the very first time he doesn’t want to harm you. He wants to go easy on you. He wants you to feel as good as him.

He rolls slowly his hips and groans at the feeling. He knows he´s going to go crazy if he doesn’t move soon but he wants to do it right, for you.

« Tell me when you are ready. » he says rolling his hips ever so slightly.

You breath pulling him into your tight embrace, then you nod, you know it’s going to hurt but he’s so hard, he tries so much to do it right, you don’t want to push him away. So you let it go, searching for his lips and you kiss tenderly that man of God you hated so much not an hour ago.

He starts to move, his hips are going in and out gently first, he kisses you as much as you ask for it, and it starts slowly to feel different, to feel good.

Your hands slides from his scratched back to his butt and you caress him, closing your legs around him while he spread you thighs to ease himself inside you.

His eyes never leave yours and he let you touch him as much as you want while he rolls his hips.

« More… Taiju I want more ! » you say making your own hips team up with his.

And he does it, he starts to go faster, harder, you can feel him stretching you good, and you want to be nothing more than his good girl again. You want him to praise you, to tell you how good you feel and he does.

You energy connects and the air is nothing more than lust and something else none of you is going to name out loud.

« Oh lord… God you feel so good. You make me feel so good. »

Now his hips are rocking hard inside you, letting you hear your bodies collide in wet sounds. He grabs the headboard and hammers you. His other hand his foundling your breast and it goes so hard yet so slow you feel his veiny cock twitch inside you.

« I am so close… Y/n, I am about to come. »

You put your hand on his throat and slide your hips hard against his « Come. Come inside me. Make me yours. Soil me. I want it. »

It’s just what it takes to send him over the edge. He empty his balls inside you, so much that it starts to ooze from you cunt even if he’s still cumming.

You moan with him, the sensation alone making you come undone hard too.

When he stops his thrusts, he stays inside you for a while, trying his best to catch his breath. You close your eyes and smile.

You know it’s the last night you’re going to sleep in this world. But if it’s in his arms, then it’s fine.

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maddyguru · 7 months

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Tw: character and reader are 18+, reader is described as big tittied, big hips and ass, obviously a female reader, ahegao description (not too detailed), anal, be damned grammar, corruption kink, virginity kink, incest, grooming, brainwash, smut, MINORS DNI

Suguru who is your precious big brother who loves you with all his heart, body, and soul. He would never ever stick his fingers into your precious pussy much less his cock. No, you're not ready for that.

No matter how many times you beg to him with your cunt sopping wet, the honey water running down your legs as your E cup breast rubbing against his broad chest. His mom and dad really birthed attractive children such as you and himself, he briefly thought. Your teary eyes looking into his and lips hanging open with spits as your eyes expand a little l, looking like you've lost yourself completely from the ache. He groomed you with those makeout sessions, tit sucking, and other fun sexual stuff he's been teaching you. Everything but not fingering and fucking.

As much suguru would love to take your first (which he will, absolutely), he also lives the thrill, the tension of waiting and letting you bloom. Aside from that, he knows you couldn't handle his cock just yet. How? Well, your head game is not even on the scale of 2 to be honest. You're terrible at it, always choking on his big cock and barely fitting him all the way, much less throat fucking him. And your pussy always quivers everytime he tries to get one finger alone inside that tight cunt.

"Oniichan," you begged, tongue lolling out, "i want it. I want niisan's dick..."

Amused, he raised his eyebrows at your pleas, although he couldn't help but feel good from the friction you created from rubbing against him and the mere thought of you, so helplessly horny for more of his touch.

"hm? What is it, love?"

"I want Nissan's..."

"You want what? I can't hear you."

"I want niisan's," you choked, eyes almost crossing and panting like a dog in heat just from suguru's hand on ass, making them jiggle, expecting something more, like the time suguru have you on your knees and he spreads your cheeks apart to lick your other naughty hole-

"love, I'm waiting."

"i... i want niisan's... cock ..."

Suguru almost gave in. From the way you look, from the way you rut against him and the smell of your tempting pussy in the air. But he stopped himself. No, you're not ready for this cock. Yet.

He'll train you to it. And although you cried from the rejection, but he did make you smile and scream as if the house is on fire when he gave a good cunnilingus to your poor sopping pussy and trembling ass.

#jjk #jujutsu kaisen #tw.dark content #geto suguru #tw.noncon #angst #geto suguru x y/n #geto suguru x you #jjk fanfic #geto suguru x reader #tw.incest #tw.virginity kink #tw.dead dove

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haitanisbug · 2 years

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listen, listen. bonten when they found out that y/n is a virgin. how do you think they’ll react? will their ego grow?

HMMMmmm never really thought about this… don’t know if I have a ton of thoughts about this actually but here are a few ...(also this isn't in my yandere au. I'm answering based on their normal personalities)

Cw: virginity, general relationship and sex toxicity, fucked upness in general.

Uh initial thought. For Sanzu it’s less about his ego and more about his kinks. He doesn’t get off on the fact that he’s the only man you’ve been with and will ever be with….. it’s more about the fact that he’s the one ruining your innocence. It’s all about the carnal desire behind it. I think he’d be into predator/prey shit and this goes along with it.

Mikey I can for sure see you being a virgin fulfilling some deep part of his ego. It's not even conscious though. It's not like he's specifically looking for virgins or gets excited when he hears that you're a virgin. It's just gradual instances with you, certain situations that click in his brain unconsciously that makes his ego inflate. He likes darling, sweet little things and you're the definition of that. Like you trying to initiate intimacy but not quite sure how to proceed when things get heated or where to put your hands or your lips...Mikey revels in being the one and only one ever to show you these things. But again it's not conscious for him. I think its connected with his deep-rooted need to fiercely protect the things he loves dearly now after what happened to Draken, Emma and Shin. It almost makes the job easier for him since you're untouched. and he likes that. he likes that a lot. Knowing the power of your protection, body, sex and soul are completely in Manjiro's hands. Yea his ego fucking grows.

Ran and Rindou kind of a mix of Sanzu and Mikey. They like knowing that you're untouched and protected from now on under their care and their care only. But also falls into their fetish of having full possession of your virginity, when they can take it, where they can take it and how they can take it. Having the authority to take your innocence however they want and any cunt of a man whos ever wanted you is powerless to stop it??? That gets them fucking going.

Don't really have any thoughts on anyone else sowwy. Well except maybe Kakucho. I like the headcanon that he's more of a gentleman than the other Bonten execs. So he's respectable and it prob doesn't matter that much to him.

#this is all for the sake of fiction btw cause virginity is a stupid construct and I don’t even really like using that word lmao #tj.mail #tw.virgin

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mulberrysilk · 3 years

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Hello, Nette! I sent that Getou thirst last time 😅 and I love it so fking much so uhmm I hope you don't mind me sending another one? Idk but I'm really into corruption kink rn? I don't know how you feel about breeding or pregnancy tho. I hope this is okay?

Cousin!Toji corrupting Naobito's only daughter and kidnapping her? How dare her, a woman, inherit the Ten Shadows Technique when he's born without a cursed energy? If he can't be clan head perhaps their son can if he inherits that precious technique from his mom. 🥲 Thank you!

pureblood

Toji Fushiguro x f!reader ( ft. Naoya Zenin)

cw: sorta plot heavy, smut, incest, corruption, dubcon, noncon, Naoya-nii, Cousin Toji, manipulation, cunnilingus, loss of virginity, Naoya being a misogynist, implied breeding kink

a/n: Okay the ages of the characters isn’t like the canon ages? Toji is in his early 30s while Naoya is 27, , and Gojo is 28 . And omgg I got carried away. I’m sorry bout that aHaha I took this as a chance to make it very very dramatic like Game of Thrones lmao hope u like it anon 👀 first time writing for Toji!!! And Naoya 😳 REEEEE ( I don’t mind at all that you sent another thirst! Hehe don’t be shy haha)

!! D A R K C O N T E N T A H E A D !!

!! M I N O R S D O N O T I N T E R A C T !!

How? It wasn’t fair.

His hands were clenched in fists, nails digging into his palms as he stared. The sight before him made his chest tighten and his stomach churn. Beneath the fading cherry blossom trees in the open courtyard of the estate, the fragile person who was blessed and robbed him of the Ten Shadows Technique that instantly made you rise above other Zenin family members, was given what he couldn’t have.

How was it, a pretty, innocent thing like you, who can’t even hurt a fly and hold a sword be blessed with the Clans honoured technique? He wanted to laugh at how you viewed your cursed shadows like mere domestic pets when they could’ve been of much more great use to him. It made his blood boil. You had the one thing that kept him from being clan leader. Cursed energy.

“Little sister!” The youngest of Naobito’s sons hollered, hugging you from behind tightly as you stood by the sparring ground where your other two older brothers busied themselves. “You have to learn how to fight too.” He spoke, voice above the clashing of swords.

“Naoya!” You squeaked, surprised at your brother’s presence.

Brat. Toji muttered to himself, glaring at the young man. Another heir treasured by Naobito.

“Dear sister needs to learn how to protect herself when I’m not around,” he chuckled, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear, his closeness with you making Toji raise a brow. “I don’t know why father treats you like glass, keeping you so sheltered. Not that it really matters,” Naoya nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck, inhaling the scent of your perfume while you didn’t think much of his brotherly affection. “Your dear older brother will always protect you.”

“How will I ever learn if you spoil me like that,” you giggled, a warm smile on your face, oblivious to the undertone of your protective siblings words.

“Why are you dressed in your best kimono?” He asked, still resting on you with his arms around your fragile body watching his brothers spar.

“We are receiving some important guests,” you answered, glancing down at your belt to make sure it was still in its proper placement. “The Gojo clan is coming to visit at Father’s request. Why? I don’t know.”

Toji leaned against the wooden column of the hallway, the servants stealing glances at the ruggedly handsome man as they passed, noticing the way he looked out into the courtyard with a solemn expression on his face, unaware of the wicked thoughts running through his brain.

Naobito asked the Gojo clan here for one thing and the idea made him scoff. It was exactly something he’d expect the old man to pull. His daughter, blessed with the clans technique, to be the bargaining chip and glue to the union of the Zenin and Gojo clan. The two clans have always butted heads for hundreds of years, and if the Gojo clan accepts, it would be some historical event for the books.

Toji smirked when he saw the dark look on Naoya’s face when it dawned on him what the Gojo clan’s visitation meant. He wasn’t blind to the way your brother fawned over you and was highly over protective. He knew how much bloodline meant to Naoya…and if he intended to keep it pure, maybe his obsession with his pretty sister was also a dangerous immoral crush.

Cant blame him, Toji shrugged, drinking in the way the fine robes hung on your frame, hiding the curves of your body. Like Naoya, he was only ever after the fact you inherited the Ten Shadows technique, your pretty face and tempting body was just a plus.

The rose coloured tranquility that radiated from the scene disappeared the moment a servant informed them to gather in the main hall and announced the arrival of their guests. You and your brothers were quick to respond to the call. You walked ahead of them, rushing a little as punctuality meant a lot to your father and yet you paused when you noticed his presence.

“Toji…” you said his name sweetly, like a sigh of relief. “Why do you linger in the shadows?” You smiled softly at him.

“A habit, I’m afraid,” he responded, standing to full height, taking note of how easily he towered over you.

“Well this is our home, you shouldn’t worry about anything dangerous here,”

Oh, if only you knew that you were surrounded by wolves.

“Mhm,” Toji only hummed, following you three steps behind as he too made his way to the main hall to catch a glimpse of the man that would be your betrothed.

Your brothers were practically murdering the young white haired man sat across from you with their eyes. The man with the six eyes, not adorning the blindfold he usually wore, had arrived uninterested with his elder but the moment his eyes landed on your form, sat beside your father, hands folded neatly on your lap, he was intrigued.

While an elder from their clan spoke with Naobito, Gojo Satoru would smirk your way, winking at you to make your pure little heart flutter in your chest and heat rise in your cheeks. This did not go unnoticed by your older brother who scowled as he looked at him. Toji remained silent, spectating from the shadows, a position all too familiar to him.

“Is there anything you’d like to ask Satoru, young one?” The elderly man beside Gojo spoke, silver hair cascading down his back.

“Are you really as strong as everyone says?” You asked, lifting your gaze to meet his enchanting cerulean orbs that glowed like starlight.

Gojo laughed heartily at your question, head thrown back and a wide boyish smile adorned his handsome face. You felt your cheeks warm at his laughter finding it made your heart flutter but fear crept up your spine as his laughter might be taken wrong by your father and brothers, taking you for a fool.

But…Gojo, when he composed himself, grinned. It was full of undoubted confidence that struck you with awe but enraged your relatives. What he said next was the cherry on top of their annoyance.

“I’m the strongest.”

Naobito only smirked and took a swig of his drink, not that he liked the guy, the confidence was arrogance at its finest but having you linked with him would be of great use to him and the opposing clan. To make way to the strongest Jujutsu Heirs that would undoubtedly inherit either yours or Satoru’s gifts. And it it was both? Well, isn’t that every sorcerer’s dream?

Either way, if the Gojo clan rejects, they could easily give you to marry the heir of the Kamo clan.

“She’s of age, yes?” The elder asked your father and he simply nodded. “Young and beautiful…how perfect. The clan accepts.”

“Woah, let me take her out on a date first!” Gojo joked, for your entertainment. Your smile that fought back to laugh audibly only stroked his ego, amused at how pristine you were.

“Y/N, why don’t you show Satoru the gardens,” Naobito cued, clearly wanting the two of you to get along and to have the discussion of what name the heirs will take, Zen’in or Gojo. The old man gave a knowing look to where Toji stood, arms crossed inside his yukata sleeves. He nodded at his uncle and patiently waited a couple of minutes before slipping away to keep an eye on you and that frivolous man.

And unfortunately, you were easily swayed by the silver haired sorcerer, his good looks, sense of humour and his confidence, wooing you into a false sense of security. Poor thing, Toji sighed watching as you excused yourself at the end of the night to retreat to your room, a sweet smile on your face as you reminisced of the moments you had spent with Gojo Satoru. The heated discussion between Naobito and his sons were muffled background noise, his eyes were entirely focused on you and he offered to walk you back to your room, which you accepted with no hesitation.

The stroll was comfortable, all though mostly silent, but that was because you trusted your dear cousin. Unlike the rest of the clan, you were kind hearted, something your father found to be a defect but it was admired of you by the rest of household. You were a lamb born into a family of wolves. You should’ve been more careful, more tact, smart instead of being a doe eyed, naive little girl.

Which was something that worked in his favour.

“Did the Gojo clan mean it when they accepted? Father didn’t tell me if they did…I had no idea he was matching me with suitors from other clans,” you broke the silence, the sounds of grasshoppers in the garden in the open corridors provided a tranquil aura.

“Satoru isn’t a man whose easily tied down,” he grunted bluntly, knowing it’d pierce and maybe break your perception of the man. But he knew even a man like Satoru would be intrigued by you and what you brought to the table. “Only a fool will turn down a chance of marriage with a woman like you.”

“Toji-san,” you murmured, soft warm eyes gazing up at him with innocence and trust. “I think I’ll be more useful as a wife than a Jujutsu Sorcerer…like Naoya said, I’m not that good at combat.”

“Your purpose is to bear a powerful heir and if you marry someone like Gojo or the heir to the Kamo clan, the chances of the child bearing the respective families technique is higher. It’s a prospect that neither clans can lie about that intrigues them.”

His words were straightforward as always, not sugar coating any thoughts to you. Your brows had furrowed and and an almost disheartened expression was on your face.

“I’m not cattle that one sells to be bred, cousin,” you murmured. “Naoya-nii said that being an obedient wife and a mother to children is the greatest role a woman could ever receive…it doesn’t sound as crude as you put it.”

Toji smirked, holding back a scoff. “But the actions of making children is crude, little one.”

Heat warmed your cheeks and you kept your gaze forward. Your chest felt tight with uncertainty but you pushed it down, thinking it was nothing and when you stood at your door, a part of you felt hurried to excuse yourself from your cousin.

“Goodnight, Toji,” you curtly nodded, standing on your tip toes to give him a kiss on the cheek, something you’ve always done with your brothers, unaware of how it churned and twisted Toji’s jealousy of how blessed you were.

You kept your smile on your face as you stepped back, fingers in the indents of the sliding doors latch and opening it a little for you to quickly disappear into. You didn’t know why your heart was racing in your chest as he remained stood there, not having left yet, waiting for you to get in.

“Toji, what are you doing here?” The sound of your older brother’s voice was god sent in that very moment and you took it as a chance to slip inside, shutting the door behind you, finally able to exhale and take deep breath.

“Walked your sister back to her room,” he simply replied, smirk ever present on his face. “Just had a little talk with her.”

Naoya didn’t question it and just shrugged before following you into your room, Toji taking note of how the latch locked. What was so important your older brother had to lock the door? He lingered, knowing about the little crack in your wall that he found provided a view into the your room, a world that seemed so peaceful and in that darkness he could make out your brothers frame standing before you as you sat on the foot of the bed, gazing up at him and listening to what he was saying.

Toji was going to leave out of boredom weren’t it not for how Naoya caged you in his hold, your back firmly pressed against his body as he whispered in your ear, a heated argument between the two of you no doubt.

“Nii-chan,” you calmly whispered, struggling against his hold, finding the way his hot breath was against your neck inappropriate. “Let go of me.”

“They can’t take you away from me. I won’t let them,” he growled, holding you tighter. “You love your nii-chan more than anything in the world right?”

“Of course I love you,” you reassured him, his embrace loosening a little, his face still nuzzled into your neck.

“You’re my precious little sister blessed with the technique of our ancestors. You and I,” he laced his fingers with yours. “We belong together. It’s up to us to keep our bloodline pure. With us, it’ll be stronger than before.”

“But you’re my brother,” your brows furrowed, confused as he gently turned the both of you towards the mirror, your reflections proving to him how you were made for him.

“And you’ll do anything for me cause that’s how much you love me,” he concluded, smiling at you softly in the mirror, his hands on your shoulders pushing down the sleeves of your kimono to expose your slender shoulders and collarbones. He inhaled a deep breath, your sweet scent making him throb in his hakama.

“Nii-chan,” your lips trembled, his warm fingers skimming along your collarbone and then along your jaw. “Don’t do that…f-feels weird.” You squeaked when his hands groped your breasts through the fine fabric.

“It’s okay, it’s just me,” he cooed, licking a stripe along your neck before he kissed and sucked on the sensitive skin. “I would never ever hurt you.”

“Naoya-nii, l-let go,” your voice shook, the way his rough hands squeezed the flesh of your breasts and his index finger and his thumb pinching your nipples through the fabric making your lower belly taut with heat, a grin formed on his face when he felt them pebble with his touch.

“Let nii-chan have his fun, Y/N,” he pouted, rubbing his hardened cock against your rear, eliciting a gasp from you. “Okay?”

You couldn’t say no. He was your older brother and…he loved you. Naoya wasn’t liked by anyone both in and out of the family but you looked up to him, his strength and how far he went to protect you goes unnoticed or ignored. Something only you could see.

You slowly nodded, remembering the first time he taught you how to kiss, telling you that it was okay since it was him, your nii-chan, and that only he and you could love each other like this.Knowing that he harboured hatred so easily to anyone who opposes him and his beliefs, you felt happy to be a person he loved.

He lead you back to your bed, lying you on your back as he undos the belt round your waist that held your kimono together, his eyes drinking in every inch of your skin that he revealed when he peeled the fabric off of your body. Your thighs squeezed close, embarrassed to be this bare before his eyes, an odd throb growing in your intimate area. He opened your kimono like he was unwrapping a gift, opting to keep it loosely hanging off your body, the dishevelled state you were in like a intricate work of art.

Naoya scoffed when your arms crossed your chest, shielding your breasts from him.There was no need for that now but still, he kept his resolve and remained as gentle as he always have been for his darling sister. Even as he began to touch you in places that were forbidden for him, the way you looked at him, with such admiration and trust stroked his pride.

He wasn’t going to go all the way tonight, not yet. He had all the time in the world til you’re wedding. He had planned to put his brat inside of you at the right time so that no one would expect that it was him. For now, he settled with his head between your thighs, suckling and fucking his tongue into your sweet virgin cunt, living for the way you trembled and muffled your moans.

Toji hummed, his assumptions about Naoya proven right. His cock was straining against his hakama, the sight of your legs hanging off your brother’s shoulders and the way your body arched whenever he found your sweet spot, made the idea of splitting you with his thick cock even more appealing. Naoya had the same objective as he did, and he’ll be damned if the spoiled brat got to you first.

On a warm spring day, Toji invited you to accompany him to an errand, and wanting a change of scenery from the clan estate you easily accepted and followed, unaware of where exactly Toji was taking you and falling asleep on the car ride there.

It was almost too perfect. Too easy.

The errand became an overnight stay in an apartment. He told you it’d take awhile and you didn’t think much of it, liking the new change the loft provided but then one night turned to two, then three and that night when he returned, you had asked him.

“When are we going back home?” You were sitting on the bed, comforter across your legs and wearing a robe that he gave you since your clothes were in the laundry, unprepared for the prolonged stay.

“Home?” Toji raised a brow, locking the door behind him, the click of the bolt closing colliding with the latch making your heart race in your chest for the first time during this trip. “We’re not going home yet.”

“Oh? It’s just…I’m never really away from the house this long,” you glanced down at your fingers. “And I haven’t been out in awhile…not that the apartment isn’t nice.”

“Well it’s too late to go out now,” Toji chuckled, removing his shirt as he made his way to the bed that you two shared. Your face flustered at his sudden show of skin, his upper body rippled with defined muscles.

“Can we go out tomorrow then? For lunch at least?” You shyly asked, averting your gaze from his macular torso, the image of his muscles flexing as he moved reminding you of how attractive your cousin was.

“Sure.” He shrugged, climbing on to the bed to his spot beside you, his large frame taking up most of the space so he was close, close enough to radiate warmth to you, skin almost touching yours. “Come on, where’s my goodnight kiss.” He fashioned a lazy charming grin, your eyelids blinking as he rolled over on top of you. His forearms rested on either side of your head and his thighs caged your hips.

“Toji…”you murmured, turning your head away, a familiar heat gathering in your lower belly as an image of how Naoya had pinned you once too many times like this, flashed before your eyes. “W-what are you doing?” Your voice was so small and you wished you had sounded more assertive as the smirk on his face only grew, wicked and unpredictable.

“Asking my pretty cousin for a good night kiss, you always do it so sweetly,” he husked, the timbre of his voice making you shiver and shift beneath him with unease.

You always did that…but in this moment, you felt if you didn’t do it, something bad would happen, it tugged at your heart strings in a weird way and you even thought about what would happen if Naoya found out. As his sister, even with how sheltered and kept in the dark you were, you knew of just how cold blooded and cruel he could be.

Not knowing what else to do, you leaned forward to press your lips on his cheek only for him to angle his head differently so that it connected with his lips instead. You could feel the indent of his scar against your lips, hot and warm, your remained still in shock even when he began to move his lips against yours.

“S-stop,” you turned your head away, heat crawling up your cheeks and spreading in your chest. Your hands tried to push him away only for you to notice how warm his taut skin was. “You mustn’t—

“And why not?” He grinned, tongue swiping at your lower lip.

“Because…” you tried to gather your words, pushing against him even though you were far less stronger than he was. “It’s wrong.”

“Really?” He shifted one of his legs to rest between your thighs, inching them apart, your attempt to resist him adorable. “You know,” he grinned, his one hand undoing the belt of the robe, your hands quick to try and cover yourself up, clenching the cotton fabric. “Your nii-chan doesn’t have to know.”

And like a deer in headlights, you froze. He had you trapped. Your throat grew dry not able to explain or find the words to deny the undertone of his words. It was an accusation. He knew.

“Naoya-nii…” you sniffled, only now becoming aware of the tears that were flowing from your eyes. “H-he said, that…it was okay…what we were doing—We can’t.” You shook your head, Naoya’s infuriated expression flashing in your mind. “Please!” You squeaked, his fingers under the robe moving from your hip bone. “D-don’t.”

“Awe, are you going to cry?” He chuckled, feeling the heat radiating from your core. Your attempts to escape him was futile and even pathetic. The deep seated frustration within him began to arise again because of that. A weak person like you inheriting the technique made his blood boil. Such a waste on you. You don’t even use it to defend yourself.

His fingers found their place on your mound and wasted no time dipping them between your folds, and pressing the pad of his index finger on your clit. “N-no, not there!” You cried, legs attempting to shut close but they were useless and your body was betraying you. Toji’s eyes lost the warmth they held when he was with you, it was dull and looked at you in a way that made you want to run and hide.

“You say you don’t want it but sweetheart , you’re getting wet,” he cooed, dipping his fingers in your entrance to spread the slick that had formed all over your cunt. “Don’t you miss your dear nii-chan?”

Your eyes screwed shut and your lips pressed hard against each other to muffle the whines and whimpers that threatened to leave you as you felt his warm fingers toy with your cunt. “S-stop.”

“You’re still saying that huh?” He sighed but his smirk remained, two fingers prodding at your entrance. Your eyes shot open to look at him, pleading him not to continue. “I’ll touch you in the same way he’s touched you so quit your whining.” And then, his hot breath was against your ear as he whispered, “I’ll touch you in a way you’ll forget about your nii-chan.”

“Toji, please—mhmf!”

Two thick digits slipped into your tight hole, the stretch and sensation of being filled making your walls clench around him.

“Feels good doesn’t it?” He nipped at your ear, working his fingers in and out of your cunt that began to drool with slick. “Mhm, you’re so tight. It’s been awhile since I fucked a virgin.”

“T-Toji, don’t move your fingers—Ah! Like that!” You squealed, back arching off the bed when he brushed against that spongy spot inside of you that made your whole body flutter. “D-don’t,” you panted.

But your protests that were weak willed in tone were only met with the curl of his fingers moving faster, fucking in and out of your hole till wet squelching noises resounded off the bedroom walls.

“Don’t be so shy, Princess,” he chuckled deeply, lowering himself till he was a breath away from your pulsating pussy, entranced by the way your cunt wrapped around his thick fingers. “Since you’re going to be a wife someday, you might as well learn the basics right?”

You whimpered in response but cried out when you felt his hot tongue flick against your clit switching between sucking and licking the sensitive nub, your hips bucking into his face as the familiar sensation of an orgasm quickly crept up on you.

“Toji—Ah—if you,” you tried to say, walls clenching tighter round his fingers. “I’m g-gonna cum.”

“Is that so? I don’t mind princess,” he grinned, fucking his fingers into you faster, scissoring and curling to bring you closer to the edge. “Make a mess all over my face. Let me taste you.” His mouth latched onto your clit again, his digits unrelenting. What tipped you over the edge was the slight nip of your clit between his teeth before his tongue soothed the notion, flicking against the aching nub fast.

A wanton moan slipped past your lips as you came, juices spilling forth and dripping down your pussy, and Toji lapped your release with a hum of delight. He pulled away to get a good look at your writhing form now glistening with sweat and your heavy lidded eyes paired with your parted lips swollen from biting them to muffle your moans, the heavy panting and the way you were sprawled before him, was a treasured sight.

Before you could come to, he had stripped from his pants and was quick to fist his throbbing hard cock in his hand before pressing the fat head against your entrance. Such a tiny little cunt, he mused. He was going to ruin you for sure. He was going to carve the shape of his cock in your virgin cunt and ruin you for any other man.

The floating sensation from orgasm was ripped from you when you felt something prod at your entrance, a slight sting to what wasn’t even inside you yet heightening your senses to the max. Your eyes shot to Toji knelt between your thighs, broad muscular frame casting a shadow over you, unable to deny how attractive he was. Your breath hitched when your eyes caught the sight of his member, fat pink tip leaking with precum and prominent veins along the fat length. He was going to tear you apart.

Panic flooded your veins and you pressed against his stomach in attempt to stop him, his hands on the back of your thighs and pressing them to your chest in a position you found embarrassing and completely exposed your glistening cunt.

“Toji, no. Please. Too big. It won’t fit,” you sniffled, trying to wriggle away from him. “I can’t—we’re not married. Naoya nii said I can’t do this with just anyone!” Your voice raised in pitch as he didn’t listen, only rubbing his length between your folds to lubricate, sparks of lust forming in your lower belly.

“But I’m not just anyone aren’t I?” He pouted his lips in mock pity, securing your legs in their folded position giving you and him a perfect view of your cunt slowly being split by his cock. “I’m someone close to you. Looked after you, cared for you, protected you.”

“Then why are you doing this?” You asked, too soft hearted to harbour any hate to someone you’ve known almost all your life. His hand cupped your cheek, fooling you so easily that he was actually doing this for the sake of you. But he felt he didn’t have to keep his farce. Not when he began inching his cock inside your tight heat, watching the way your eyes widened at the sudden intrusion, wincing.

“I couldn’t be clan head because I didn’t have cursed energy,” he grunted, losing himself in the way your cunt gripped him. “And as if to mock me, the universe gave it to you along with the clan’s inherited technique. A meek, weak little girl who could barely lift a sword.”

Your nails dug into his forearms, so hard it might’ve drawn blood as his hot, fat member was stretching your walls past it’s limits. Tears formed in your eyes as the sensation of being filled confused you, your body reacted to it like you wanted it but his harsh words made you recoil in fear and unable to relax.

“Then, a sudden thought came to me when I saw you opening these pretty legs of yours to your nii-chan. Wanna know what it was?” He smirked, pausing his movements, cock sitting halfway inside of you.

You couldn’t respond. Your body ached with need and the feeling of him inside you started to feel too good. Like you could never ever get enough of it.

He always loved the sensitive ones.

Toji leaned forward to press his torso against your body, further pushing your thighs to your chest, the stretch of your hamstrings making you whimper. With a hand he gripped your chin, forcing you to look into his emerald eyes that glowed wickedly. Your arms wrapped around his neck, finding some sort of comfort with how close he was, close to forgetting that this was wrong. But all logic was impossible to think of when your cunny was being stuffed with his cock, hot and heavy inside of you.

“If I can’t be the head of the clan, maybe the little brat I put inside of you will.”

Those words and the way it rolled of his lips were the last things that you could make out before he buried himself inside of you completely, putting you in the trance of sinful carnal lust. A plane where all you could feel was him and nothing but him.

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dolliestfairy · 9 months

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𝅄ֹ ׅ𔓘 Tw : Noncon/Dubcon, Prude kink, Virgin killer, this man is an imposter lol. Innocent ruined, Male masturbation, yandere...(?) idk. lmk if i miss anything 𝅄ֹ ׅ♡ mdni | chubby reader fics with no skintone of reader mentioned ༊ೀ

thinking about sweet!best friend who is secretly is an easily jealous and is a really possessive person over his chubby!prude. sweet!best friend who has this dark dreams about you and your 'innocence' that he will soon ruin. sweet!best friend who acts normal but when the lights are off and you're not looking, his hands is wandering around his cock, thrusting it while he drown his own thoughts into your whimpers and moans. sweet!best friend who ask you to go out with him at midnight alone, and little did you know, that was the last time you have your innocent left. sweet!best friend who ask you to go to a night club where there is a such unholy scene such as sex that will completely ruin your entire brains. as he sees you while he seduce you to at thoughts to do something sinful. he then pulled you into a quiet spot and start making out with you. kissing you there and then and also exchanging each other saliva while his hands wandering around your ass. but when the thing start to get real he then let you off and go somewhere leaving you alone with no reason at all. turns out; it was all a plan of his sick mind. he try to make you horny for him and make you willing to let him fuck you without making him looked like a desperate person. as he wait in his apartement where his door bell is ringing only to find you wet and desperate. until he pull you in into his apartement, slowly but surely start to take each other clothes, where he compliments your whole stretchmarks and espesially your fat fucking pussy. he has been waiting for too long for this moment, and now he wont let that moment slip. as his hand roughly grab your plump thighs and placed it into his shoulder as he carries you, while his other hand start to place his cock into your unguard pussy while you and him start kissing each other again. and right at that moment where he would destroy all the things you dont know about, all the innocents you had left within your faith and soul, is all gone. in the hand of your trusted best friend without you seemed to realize it yourself that he have been ruined it all. and soon enough, he'll be more than a best friend to you.

Those Sweet!best friends are;

GETO SUGURU, KUROO TETSURO, Tsukishima kei, Shibura, Itoshi Sae, SUGAWARA, Lev Haiba, OIKAWA TOORU, Tendou, Kyoutani, Megumi, Toji, Gojo Satoru, Alec, Deidara, Sasori, kakuzu, PAIN, SHIGARAKI, Choso, Shiva, Qin Shi Huang, MAHITO, DOUMA, & Enmu.

did i forget anyone??? insert ur fav!

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miyaagis · 3 years

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˖ 🕷️ ˖˙ 𝖐𝖎𝖓𝖐𝖙𝖔𝖇𝖊𝖗 𝖒𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙

thirty-one days of hell on earth, each one more depraved and twisted than the other. can you handle it?

from oct 1st to oct 31st / 9pm cst

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⚠︎ DARK CONTENT / MINORS DNI ⚠︎

fri 01.10 — drugging / matsuno chifuyu [ tr ]

sat 02.10 — gloryhole / ryomen sukuna [ jjk ]

sun 03.10 — forced breeding / miya osamu [ hq ]

mon 04.10 — teacher-student / levi ackerman [ snk ]

tue 05.10 — piercing-tattooing / mitsuya takashi [ tr ]

wed 06.10 — lingerie / geto suguru [ jjk ]

thu 07.10 — wet dreams / oikawa tooru [ hq ]

fri 08.10 — period sex / eren yeager [ snk ]

sat 09.10 — dollification / kokonoi hajime [ tr ]

sun 10.10 — dacryphilia / gojo satoru [ jjk ]

mon 11.10 — hybrids / kuroo tetsurō [ hq ]

tue 12.10 — mile high club / kageyama tobio [ hq ]

wed 13.10 — eating disorders / haitani ran [ tr ]

thu 14.10 — virginity loss / fushiguro toji [ jjk ]

fri 15.10 — sex tape / miya atsumu [ hq ]

sat 16.10 — lactation / baji keisuke [ tr ]

sun 17.10 — abo / kamo choso [ jjk ]

mon 18.10 — degradation / bokuto kōtarō [ hq ]

tue 19.10 — massage sex / ryūguji ken [ tr ]

wed 20.10 — age gap / zen’in naoya [ jjk ]

thu 21.10 — dumbification / iwaizumi hajime [ hq ]

fri 22.10 — threesome / baji keisuke & hanemiya kazutora [ tr ]

sat 23.10 — cum play / geto suguru & mahito [ jjk ]

sun 24.10 — praise / suna rintarō [ hq ]

mon 25.10 — exhibitionism / hanma shūji [ tr ]

tue 26.10 — voyeurism / matsuno chifuyu [ tr ]

wed 27.10 — stepcest / sano shinichirō [ tr ]

thu 28.10 — somnophilia / oikawa tooru [ hq ]

fri 29.10 — pet play / haitani ran [ tr ]

sat 30.10 — biting-marking / hanemiya kazutora [ tr ]

sun 31.10 — monster-fucking / eren yeager [ snk ]

#skyetober.21 #haikyuu smut #jujutsu kaisen smut #tokyo revengers smut #attack on titan smut #tw.breeding #tw.dubcon #tw.noncon #tw.blood #tw.periods #tw.virginity #tw.eating disorder #tw.sounding #tw.lactation #tw.stepcest #tw.monsterfucking #tw.hybrids #tw.pet play

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p-antomime · 2 years

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hi kiki my darling!! i am back, did you miss me? anyways... i am back and i want to know your thoughts about virgin!bokuto wanting to lose his virginity with kuroo's gf (like, bo just cant help himself, kuroo's gf is always so nice and kind and lovely with everyone)

🍓 nonnie

OF COURSEEEE I MISSED YOU?? where have you been my luv ? and you already come here with your juicy lovely brain and offer me mr. bokuto + kuroo? thats lovely from you!

ᨦ. tw: virginity loss, breeding!kink, hints of cucking, voyeurism, cunniligus.

just imagine bokuto having to excuse himself to the bathroom on one of the many outings he had with you and kuroo, it was already common for the three of you to go out together and bokuto loved those hours because it meant more time spent with you, and him opening one of the doors of the cubicles of the various male bathrooms ready to unbutton his pants, pull them down and start fisting his cock that was painfully confined until that moment; bokuto couldn't help himself anymore: the unique sight of you wearing a sundress that rose every time the wind whipped against your body was too much for him, for his virginal sanity.

in that bathroom, bokuto leaned against one of the walls as he moved his hand at an already very fast pace, teasing his swollen tip, leaking pre-cum by the bunch, fantasizing that someday he would have your mouth around it, sucking and licking and wanting to swallow every last drop of his hot cum. as your name fell through his lips and he closed his eyes tightly, bokuto tried to convince himself that if you weren't with kuroo, you would fuck a virgin like him, a virgin who couldn't go more than two days without getting off furiously at the thought of having your pussy, which would definitely be better than a hand, clenching down on his dick and taking it so deep that you would have him cumming as soon as his tip kissed your cervix and fucked you as good as your boyfriend.

koutaro would be so, but SO immersed in his own thoughts, even forcing hips against his own fist, that he wouldn't even notice someone, kuroo, going into the bathroom looking for his friend because it had been almost 10 minutes since he had left the table at the mall and was never seen again. And then, suddenly, kuroo understood whose voice was moaning and panting in that completely inhospitable bathroom except for the two of them and, even more: he realized that the main name coming from those lips, besides several "P-Please", "cannot ngh, just a lil more", was precisely that of his girlfriend.

at first, kuroo thought about kicking the door open just to scare bokuto a little bit, but then realized that maybe it was too mean and didn't take too long in that bathroom; it was better just to let that pathetic virgin finish getting off and kuroo was praying not to be haunted by his own friend's moans after that day of revelations, but maybe his bathtime had been too long right after you and him went back to his place since on weekends you slept there. you already knew what long baths meant to kuroo and also that it was only a matter of time before he called you to join him and the steam from the water mixed with your moans as he was deep inside your tight pussy so desired by bokuto.

bokuto who popped into kuroo's mind again when he was about to cum inside you and he bit down hard on your shoulder cursing loudly while he had the best climax of his life thinking about what it would be like if his best friend fucked you, but, obviously, someone had to control that virgin if he got too tricky & messy with you. and, deep down, wouldn't kuroo be doing him a favor? letting him fuck the girl of his dreams and, as a bonus, helping him lose his virginity? — this is exactly what bokuto was told the following week while the three of you were in his bedroom, him sitting on the edge of the bed and you and kuroo standing in front of him as if you were offering him a pot of gold.

and indeed, it was a pot of gold for bokuto, he almost came just by receiving kuroo's blessing and permission to fuck you and to finally feel a raw pussy around his fat cock.

bokuto barely knew how to eat you out, he had zero actual experience and kuroo was the first person to wrap fingers on his hair and guide his head up, down, sideways against your dripping pussy while you said out loud what his tongue should do, how much pressure to apply and your moans filled his ears and made his dick harder than ever. in the end, you squirted all over his pretty, blushy face and obviously bokuto was never going to miss the opportunity to feel your thighs trying to smother him as he sank his tongue between your folds trying to lick up every last drop of your juices.

as soon as kuroo had spoken, "you remember what I said at the beginning, don't you, bo? no cumming inside, 'm dead serious" pulling bokuto's face smeared in the liquids of your pussy away from between your legs, your virgin boy understood that it was time to finally sink inside you and prove to himself that he could fuck you just as good as your attentively watching boyfriend. and he wanted to try a very specific position, your legs pressed against your tits and pussy ready to be pounded; perfect mating press for a perfect virgin boy.

bokuto tried to go slowly, an inch at a time, tried to enjoy the feeling of his veins rubbing against your velvety walls and them also squeezing him massively, but it was too much for him. he thought he was ready to fuck his best friend's girlfriend, but before he even buried himself completely all his cum was being gushed deep inside you and kuroo knew this as soon as a white circle started to form at the base of his shaft.

"k-kuroo, 'm so, sorry, her ngh pussy, 's tight 'n good, i cannot", bokuto would whimper ready to beg for kuroo's forgiveness, since the one thing he wasn't supposed to do ended up being done before he could control himself.

and then kuroo would simply put his hands on his best friend's hips and finish pushing them against yours to make his cock bury itself completely inside your tight little pussy, to which you both moaned loudly and you felt his cum being pushed even deeper.

"finish fucking my girlfriend and worry later 'bout cumming with no permission inside of her," kuroo said looking at your face over one of bokuto's shoulders, but you were too lost in your own pleasure to notice him staring at you, "fuck her, bokuto"

it was going to be a long night of overstimulation of his dick that was determined to use you as a cocksleeve.

— haikyū masterlist.

#haikyuu smut #bokuto smut #kuroo smut #kuroo x reader #haikyuu x reader #kuroo tetsuro smut #kuroo haikyuu #hq smut #bokuto koutaro smut #bokuto koutarou smut #haikyuu drabble #bokuto drabble #kuroo drabble #bokuto x reader #hq kuroo #hq bokuto #tw.virginity #tw.breeding kink #— 🍓 anon ⨾

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bokutoslittlebird · 2 years

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Request: Hi! Happy late new year! Also I was wondering if you could write a Lev x Sister! Reader where she complains to him that she is the only person in her friend group who is a virgin and isn’t able to talk about it with them and he decides to help her out. Size kink would also be a plus!

Little late, but happy new year to you, too! Hope you enjoy!

Warnings: female genitalia, incest, size kink, virginity loss on both sides, bit of an innocence kink, cum shots, fingering, mentions of shame, sex toy [vibrator], walking in, masturbation

Lev + incest and virginity loss

The dinner your sister always made was delicious, even making you sleepy as made your way back into your bedroom. The house was a bit small, so you ended up sharing it with your brother, who happened to only be a bit older than you. Lev was chipper and always in a bubbly mood, but he also liked talking and being around you since you both had the same bedroom. Tonight, though, he had plans to hang out with some of his friends for drinks, since they hadn’t been able to hang out for quite some time. This meant as soon as your sister went into the bathroom to bathe, you practically had the house to yourself.

Alisa never bathed without music, so you were able to tell when she got in with the beat coming from her speakers. Not loud enough for a disturbance, but enough for you to make out the song playing. Free for the next 30 minutes, you quickly unboxed the small toy you had recently purchased. It was small enough to fit in your hand, but that also meant it was easy to hide should someone surprise you.

The vibrator was so small you were worried it wouldn’t be worth the money, but you steeled your nerves when you remembered the conversation from earlier in the week.

“I’ve never had better!” Your friend giggled, covering her mouth as she finished telling the group about her and her boyfriend’s new base.

“I bet! It sounds like he’s really good, maybe mine should get some tips,” your other friend said, getting everyone to tease her with “ooh?” as she rolled her eyes. “He’s gotten lackluster,”

“How did he get like that?” Your question was innocent, at least in your eyes. But that turned the pointer on you.

“Well, how do you think? He’s not putting in any effort. I’ve started using my toys more than him, at least they let me finish before they do,”

“Well, maybe you should talk to him. But I feel like it’d be easy for him to get you to finish, since he’s done it before,”

“[Y/N], don’t you know how sex works? Us girls need a lot of prep and a lot of time to get up there,” she looked at you, confused, then smiled. “Are you telling me you’re a virgin?”

“I— Well-”

“What about that boyfriend of yours? Did that not work out?” Your other friend asked, just as curious.

“Don’t blame it on your brother, either. You’re an adult, you can make your own choices,” the other friend piped up, despite being quiet most of the conversation.

“It’s the truth, he’s just protective!”

“I can’t help you there, then. You just gonna stay pure forever? That’s no fun,” said with a shake of their head, making your face hot as you twiddled with your fingers.

Even remembering how embarrassing it was to admit that you were a virgin made your face heat up in the present. With a fully charged vibrator, you wanted to at least experience what it would be like to engage in some form of sexual activity. It’s not like you were looking to sleep with someone, you just didn’t find anyone you really wanted to do it with. Well, not necessarily, but you couldn’t even think about it for long by yourself, let alone tell anyone. Pressing the button to turn on the toy, you practically jolt as harsh vibrations press against your clit, making your legs clench at the wonderful new feeling.

Pressing the button again increased the speed of the vibrations, making your body fall into a bliss that you haven’t felt before and you momentarily wonder if anyone could compare to the pleasure you’re experiencing. The pleasure is so much, it burns up your body as you throw off the heavy blanket, letting it hang off the side of the bed. With one hand keeping the toy in place, your other hand goes up under your shirt to tweak at your nipples, the hand then traveling down to pull your shorts and panties all the way down, letting you spread your legs more. You can barely keep your eyes open or regulate your breathing, forcing yourself to keep quiet, but it’s almost useless as you rub the vibrating toy against a sweet spot, making your vision momentarily blink as your body trembles.

Heavy pants come from your lips as you shakily remove your hand from between your legs, turning off the toy and dropping it to your side as you just bask in the aftermath. Too busy in your own head, you don’t even know your brother’s back until it’s too late. The door is opening as you bring your legs to your chest, bunching your bottoms against your rump so your private area isn’t just on display, but Lev is in the room before you can cover yourself with the blanket, eyes wide as you feel frozen. “I’m sorry I’m back a little early, Yaku got a bit too drunk and started fighting Kuroo, so we- You good?” His tone and demeanor changed as he saw you bundled up in the bed, the blanket slowly being moved to cover your body. “Is it too hot? It feels like it’s cold-”

“No, no! I’m fine! I just had a bit of a hot flash, is all,” which isn’t much of a lie. The intense pleasure you felt practically burned your skin, so the cold room against your bare skin was nice. Lev didn’t seem too convinced, but shrugged anyways and walked into the room, shutting the door behind him. You decided to loosen your tightness when he had his back to you, hoping to cover your skin, but he turned around just as fast, catching a glimpse of your uncovered bottom. “I’m sorry!”

“No, I’m sorry!” He almost immediately said, bowing as he did so, covering his eyes as he popped back up. “I didn’t mean to interrupt you…” his trailing off meant he knew what you were doing, which only made your face burn hotter.

“I didn’t think.. you’d be back so soon, so.. please don’t say anything,” you meekly whisper, feeling the onset of tears behind your eyes. His laugh didn’t help, letting a couple of tears slip, only to be wiped with the back of your hand.

“I’m not gonna say anything to anybody, if that’s what you’re worried about. I am a bit curious since, well, you’re not the kind of girl who’d do stuff like this. Well, usually,” his simple curiosity was something you’re familiar with, able to wipe all the tears and sniffle only a bit before it got bad.

“I just— All my friends do stuff like this and with their boyfriends, so I wanted to know what it felt like. I feel like a baby around them, I should be doing sex stuff like them, but boys are just so hot and cold, I don’t know where to start.” Despite hesitance, your heart bares itself to Lev as it had in the past. Even letting your legs rest and sit crossed, fingers twiddling with the end of your shirt. Lev also drops his hands, realizing how sad your tone is as you explain how your virginity has almost ostracized you from your friend group.

“Well, not having sex is fine. I haven’t had sex either, so it’s not like it’s a race. In fact, I think most of my friends are virgins,” he then shrugged. “It’s no biggie to be pure,”

“Those are your friends, though! It’s not the same,” you mumble the last bit, then sigh. “It’s not something easily explained. I can’t talk to anybody about it without feeling weird,”

“Well, is there anybody you want to lose your virginity to?”

“Ah, not- not really,” a lie, but he doesn’t know that. Yet it’s not one that harms you nor him.

“Then I’ll take it. Better someone who loves you, right?” His suggestion has your head popping up, realizing he’s closer to you than he was before, his hands working on undoing his pants. You back up at the close proximity, but he seems to stop at the action. “Unless you don’t want to?”

“Not- not that, but we’re siblings. Isn’t that wrong?” You awkwardly laugh, your ears picking up on the music still playing downstairs in the bathroom. Which means Alisa is completely occupied elsewhere.

“Well, sex is something done between people who love each other, isn’t it?” It’s an innocent question, one that has you nodding as you let him place his weight on your bed. It’s not like you don’t want this, but you don’t want him to regret it or do it just because. “Don’t worry about me, this is about you,”

“How’d you know what I was thinking about?” You let out a short laugh and a fond smile, remembering how close your bond is with him.

“I’ve known you for quite a while, so I know you’re worried about me, but I thought you would’ve known me better than to just do this for no reason,” he explains, hands wandering up your sides. Thought his pants are loosened, they’re still able to cling to his hips. Large hands push up your shirt, revealing the lack of undergarments and completely baring your body to him. “I do things because I love you, which is the only reason I need,”

“Nii-san,” you practically whine, feeling your pussy throb at the soft look he gives you. It’s so loving that it has you pulling him closer, his hands barely able to catch himself as you smash your lips into his. Though surprising, he does position himself better, keeping one hand against your back as his other spreads your legs. A soft sigh escapes your lips as you feel a finger press against your clit, still sensitive from your first orgasm. His finger moves around, though, spreading your juices around before pushing inside of you, making you clench.

Two more fingers wiggle inside of you, spreading you out farther than before. “You’re tight,” he whispers, momentarily breaking the kiss. You can only whimper in response, legs flexing as you try to not close them as he pumps his fingers in you. He’s only thrusting them slowly, getting you accustomed to something inside of you, but with your previous session making you extra sensitive, it’s more pleasurable than you expected and it has your head getting thrown back as your eyes roll. “Does it feel good?”

“Please don’t stop,” you whisper, your voice breathless as you hold yourself back from letting go so soon. He doesn’t, instead speeding up his thrusts as your back arches more, eyes closed as you feel the rise of your orgasm coming in hot. Before you can release, his fingers are removed and you’re empty, a whine as your eyes open to see him getting off the bed.

He’s quick to drop his pants and boxers, letting you see just how big he is, feeling your stomach drop at the idea of that going inside of you. Getting back on the bed, you gently press your hands against his shoulders, getting him to pause. “Everything okay?”

“It’s.. it’s just too big. What if it hurts?” Your words are asked so innocently, it just makes his cock twitch with anticipation. “I could barely handle your fingers,”

“Well, how do you take shots? You don’t watch the nurse, do you? We’ll do it like that,” he then turns you over, although you’re hesitant. “That way, you won’t see it, so it can’t hurt too bad. I’ll be right here,” his hand intertwines with yours, “if it hurts or it’s scary, you can squeeze my hand,”

“Okay, I trust you,” you nod, arching your back as you wait for him to push into you. Feeling the tip of his cock rub against your pussy sends small socks through your body, making you squeeze his hand. He presses a kiss to your head, calming you down before he actually puts it in. You loosen your grip a bit, just feeling him rubbing against you that has you relaxing. In a second, you suddenly feel so full that you’re seeing stars as your hand tightens it’s grip once more. “Too much!” You speak into the pillow, afraid of being too loud.

“The pain should go away soon,” he peppers your neck with kisses, rubbing his thumb over the back of your hand while you try to relax. It’s not too long before you do end up relaxing, feeling comfortable with how he feels deep inside of you, though it feels as though he’s in your throat. Rubbing your hand down your stomach, you feel the large bump he’s made in your stomach that has you clenching around him. “Ah, tight,”

“You’re so big, nii-san, I can feel you,” tears come from your eyes as your fingers rub over the skin. “You fill me up so well,”

“You’re right!” He exclaims, although he quiets down after, his free hand trailing over your stomach. A bit of movement and he can feel himself moving inside of you, your cunt squeezing him as he pulls out and pushes back in. “I can fill you up even more,”

“Wai-“ you don’t even get to question what he means before he’s pushing your head into the pillows as he immediately gets into a harsh rhythm, getting wet squelches from your pushy as he pushes your juices to spread to your legs and his hips. Within no time, he’s bringing you to that orgasm from before, making your legs shake as your body practically gives out. His strength keeps you up, hand pressed against your stomach to feel each thrust inside of you and doubling your pleasure as he rubs against your sensitive spots from inside and out. Your arm barely has any strength, only able to wrap around the pillow your teeth have sunk into, drenching it in spit and drool.

“You feel so good, perfect for me,” Lev suddenly whispers, almost unnoticed from the loud slapping noises coming from where you’re both joined. Your worry about Alisa hearing is completely forgotten as your head raises from the pillow, letting out a squeal as your third orgasm easily rolls over you, your back arching and eyes rolling. It’s also the breaking point of Lev, his breaths and thrusts faltering until he’s pulling out, letting his cum splatter against your sweaty back. Rutting against the skin of your ass, you feel more of his cum stain your skin as it dribbles over the side, puddling on the sheets.

By the time he’s pulling his cock away from you, you’re almost completely spent, exhaustion washing over your body. Slowly pushing yourself up, even the slightest movement has your body twitching from stimulation, feeling his cum drop between your ass cheeks, making even more of a mess. “Sorry, didn’t want to finish inside,” he apologizes, but you’re content. Messy with his cum and your own orgasm, sticky with sweat, and knowledgeable about how great sex can be, your eyes soon close as you rest your head against his shoulder.

“That’s okay,” is the last thing you say before your body goes limp, steady breaths coming from your lips.

#BB.Kinky #BB.Dark #haikyuu smut #tw.incest #Mr. Lev #Haiba.Spice #tw.size kink #tw.innocence kink #tw.shame #tw.embarrassment #i might have to fix these tags later #tw.virginity

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snazzyturtles · 8 months

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“Innocent”

bokuto x f!reader, nsfw, mdni

bokuto kotaro’s biggest fan catches his eye, and he decides he has to have you

wc: 7.1 k

tw: strangers to lovers, virg reader, anal tease, titty sucking, mating press, unprotected, creampie, implied squirting, bd/sp, bokuto is VERY straightforward and confident while reader is a blushing mess, pet names (klutz, sweetie, darling, baby, little fan), bokuto likes teasing sO much, he bites you like once but it’s not bad

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

thinking back on it, you could have never imagined yourself in the place you are now. what started as tagging along with a friend to a random volleyball game one weekend slowly turned into a hobby. a habit. one you couldn't shake off or ignore, because you just kept feeling like you needed more, and one team filled that want.

the msby black jackals were an amazing team, filled with wonderful athletes that were great at what they did. hinata, atsumu, meian, kiyoomi- they were all incredible. you were a big fan, loving to watch them compete. but one player intrigued you the most- bokuto kotaro. he was an astonishing player, and while watching their competitions, you couldn't keep your eyes off of him. for more ways than one.

after the game, you walked down and greeted him while he was walking away, meekly asking him to sign your shirt. he was cheerful, happy to see that someone admired him after the game.

“of course!” he chuckled, “didn't know I had such gorgeous fans.” he gave you a friendly wink.

your breath caught, heart fluttering in your chest. did he really just say that?

“i... ah... th-thank you.” you stuttered out, a blush spreading your face fast.

he chuckled softly, “oh, you're very welcome.” his cheerful expression turned into a flirty smirk.

“and what's the name of my favorite fan?” he smiled.

your blush got somehow even deeper, ducking your head down so he wouldn't see your flustered face.

“… y/n,” you replied, low and quiet.

“y/n, such a gorgeous name.” his voice was smooth but playful.

you went stiff, almost forgetting to breathe. bokuto kotaro was complimenting you?

“i see we got a shy one?” he smirked.

“i... well…” you took a breath and looked back up at him. your voice was shaky. “n-not normally... i just-“

his expression was a playful grin, he looked at you in the eyes while speaking.

“oh what's this? you got a crush on the ace?” he chuckled softly.

lifting your head, you stared into his golden eyes, slowly nodding.

“i... um, yeah…”

his eyes widened and his voice became soft.

“o-oh well in that case, would you like to go get dinner after this, sweetie?” he smirked. “i think my favorite fan has just landed a date.”

your eyes flew open. his words caught you by surprise, not expecting that response.

“w-wait what? are you serious?”

“of course i’m serious. a beautiful fan like you couldn't be alone on a special night like this, right?” he chuckled confidently, looking you in the eyes- his voice was sweet and smooth.

“but... but won't you be busy? it's after the game, you have interviews and other fans to meet…”

he chuckled and stepped closer. “i’m willing to spare some time for a loyal fan.”

he grabbed your hand, his expression was cheerful. “i’ll pick you up in an hour then, how does that sound?”

you nodded your head quickly, “that sounds great.”

you gave him your phone number and address, suddenly so excited for what was about to come.

———————

the hour passed quickly and there was a knock on your door. it was bokuto, dressed in a button-up shirt and slacks, his hair was neat and his eyes were sparkling. he bowed.

“good evening, y/n.”

your voice caught in your throat as you opened the door to your apartment. you whispered under your breath, “i... i didn't realize you were dressing up.”

he chuckled. “i have to look nice for my fan.”

you were standing in the doorway, wearing the jersey he signed earlier and shorts that you could barely see underneath. you were dramatically underdressed in comparison to him.

“um... make yourself at home, give me one minute i'm gonna go put on something better.”

when his eyes widened as he noticed your attire, his voice became a bit raspy. “oh, um… alright, sure.”

he stepped aside and sat down in a nearby chair to let you change. you blushed deeply, then practically ran to your bedroom to put on better clothes.

you were rushing so much that when you went to tug your shorts off, you tripped and fell on the floor, hitting the wall and yelping loudly.

bokuto heard the sound of you falling and came running in, his gold eyes darted around and they focused in on you.

“y- y/n?” his voice was shaky, he seemed concerned.

“are you okay?” he started cautiously walking over towards you. “i heard a shriek and a loud sound, are you hurt?”

“ow.” you said under your breath, gritting your teeth as you rubbed your knee. “i'm sorry bokuto, i tripped when i was changing clothes & hit my knee-“

mentioning that was all it took for him, and he immediately bent down and picked you up. bokuto held you in his arms as he examined your injury.

“this is definitely a bruise, you'll probably also have a bit of a limp,” he frowned.

“you hit your knee on the wall?” he looked at the wall and back to you. “how fast and how hard did you have to trip to do that?”

you covered your face with your hands, turning into his chest to avoid looking at his face. you were embarrassed.

“i was trying to change pants and it got stuck on my ankle, then i slipped… sorry i'm a bit of a klutz.”

bokuto sighed. “what an adorable klutz.”

he chuckled and looked down at your face, his eyes were sparkling. “you could use some ice, but i have a better idea.” he smiled flirtatiously and started walking to the kitchen.

“I'll cook you dinner, makes it a bit easier so you don't have to do much. how does that sound?” he gave you a gentle pat on your head.

“b-but... you came here all dressed up... you made plans for our dinner tonight...” you looked down at the floor, avoiding looking at his face as he held you. “i'm sorry i messed everything up.”

he chuckled and kissed your forehead. “there's no need to apologize, you can't help being silly sometimes.”

he placed you on a chair in the kitchen and started cooking. it was quiet for a while when bokuto spoke again.

“hey, y/n. can we talk for a second?”

you looked up at him from where you were sitting, a bit confused about his question. “yeah, what is it bokuto?”

he looked at you for a solid 30 seconds before speaking again.

“do you like me?” he paused for a second, “like, like like me?”

he said this awkwardly, his facial expression was that of embarrassment mixed with hope.

a blush crept down your body, spreading further in your embarrassment.

“i....” squeezing your eyes shut, you blinked and then looked up at him.

“yeah, i have, for a while now. i was one of your biggest fans for a reason, and now all that's happening tonight is kinda firing it a bit more.”

bokuto let out a sharp breath and turned around. he definitely wasn't expecting that answer. he grabbed a cloth to wipe his hands and face. his expression was one of happiness, excitement and surprise. “oh wow, really?”

he chuckled happily and his eyes were sparkling, a bright smile appeared on his face. “i-i thought you just liked watching me play volleyball, but no, you actually like me?”

you quickly nodded your head.

“that's kinda why i've been so awkward tonight... doesn't help that i fell while getting dressed, and so now i’m sitting in an oversized jersey & underwear while watching you cook.”

bokuto chuckled and approached you, taking off his button-up shirt to reveal a white t-shirt underneath. he placed his shirt on your shoulders and smiled.

“here, wear this, it'll make you look a bit more... presentable.” he smirked. “and as for you, you are an adorable klutz, it's just part of why i like you.”

as he laughed and went back to cooking, you felt his shirt on your shoulders. his warmth was radiating against your body.

you blushed when he turned away, tugging his shirt tighter around your shoulders. “you think i'm adorable?”

then you realized what he said.

“wait... you like me?”

bokuto was stirring the contents in the pot when he heard your question.

“hm?” he turned and looked at you with surprise. “oh, i was supposed to not admit that, huh?” he was smiling cheekily. “i like you a lot.”

your blush somehow got even deeper. “but-but we just met for the first time tonight? right?? or...”

then your mind clicked, and a shock wave passed over you. you went to almost all of the msby games, always wearing his jersey number. he was bound to recognize you from that.

“do... did you recognize me from the other games?”

bokuto's expression became that of a flirty smirk.

“yeah, how did you get such perfect seats every game?” he chuckled.

“i always saw you, so adorable in your cute little fan outfit. i couldn't help but recognize you.” he walked over and sat next to you, putting his arm around your back. “so... how does being my girlfriend sound?”

“i... what?” your head snapped to look at him, you were confused and low-key freaking out.

“you-you want me to be your girlfriend? but we just formally met for the first time tonight, bokuto.”

bokuto's flirty expression and playful smirk returned, “yes i do.” he put his hand on your shoulder and looked you in the eyes, his voice was soft.

“if you think about it, we kinda have been dating for a while. we would both make each other's hearts skip a beat when we were at the games together. and we always wanted more of each other.”

he was so close up to you, breathing right onto your neck. his voice was soft and sweet.

“i…” your voice was caught in your throat, you couldn't think of what to say. his actions and words were throwing you for a loop, and it almost didn't feel like reality.

“t-that’s not dating though… that’s lusting over somebody-” you cut yourself off in the middle of your sentance, because while yes, that was what he did, that’s what you had done too.

bokuto was so close to you, his eyes sparkled, and you swear you could hear his heart beating. he was holding your shoulders, his voice was whisper-quiet.

“i know this is all a bit sudden... but you looked so beautiful tonight, so I thought…” he kissed you on the cheek. “why wait, right?” he chuckled.

bokuto put his arm around your waist, pulling you to his chest as placed you on his lap. “now you're where you belong.”

you stared into his gold eyes, with an expression of fright and yearning combined. you hesitantly nodded your head, slowly leaning closer to him.

he smirked in a flirty and teasing way and kissed your lips softly. “you're mine now, aren't you?”

you whimpered, wrapping your legs around his waist as you sat in his lap. it all felt like a dream. nodding your head, you whispered against his lips, “i'm yours.”

bokuto's eyes widened, wrapping his arms around your back. “well aren't you the bold one?” his voice was full of excitement and happiness.

“i guess this also means you want a more ... personal show after dinner...” his eyes became that of a flirty smirk.

you stared into his eyes. you had a rough idea of what he was implying, but you wanted to hear it from his mouth directly. “what do you consider a "personal show?”

bokuto looked directly at you and his tone seemed serious, his voice was soft and sweet. “my favorite fan...” he gave you a gentle kiss on your lips.

“you're getting a special show tonight... a one-on-one performance from the ace himself,” he chuckled and smiled, “just for you.” his voice was smooth and it made you blush.

you squirmed from his words. “can't wait.”

bokuto smirked as he stood up, lifting you with him. he started carrying you to the bedroom. “well, my dinner's ready.” his voice was flirty and his eyes were shining.

he made a beeline to the bedroom and locked the door, carrying you to the bed and placing you gently on it. you stared up at him, scared and excited, waiting to experience his next move.

bokuto bent down and gave you a sweet kiss on your forehead, his eyes were that of a flirty smirk, and his voice was soft.

“you're too gorgeous to not get a special show from the ace...” he placed your hand on his chest, staring down at you. “so, i should let you experience the ace in every way tonight.”

looking up at him, your breath was growing heavy in anticipation for his actions. he was being vague, and it made you both anxious and turned on about the idea of what might come next from him.

he started moving his hands to the bottom of his shirt, his eyes were sparkling with excitement as you watched his hands creep under the hem. his voice was soft and sweet. “you'll understand soon sweetie...”

you held your breath as you watched him peel his shirt up and over his head. he had quite possibly the most chiseled chest that you had ever seen. defined abs you traced with your fingers, and big pecs that looked like they could double as pillows.

when you touched his body, your cold hand became warm from his body heat. he chuckled as he threw his shirt onto the floor behind him, not caring where it landed. his bare chest was in front of you, and his arms looked like they could crush someone.

“so, what do you think of the ace's physique?” his eyes were glistening and his voice was teasing as he waited for your reaction.

“gorgeous.” you whispered, staring up at him while your fingers lightly trailed the crevasses of his muscles.

his pectorals were huge, your eyes immediately drawn to them. so defined and sculpted, you had secretly loved watching them as he played for as long as you could remember. but before you could only see the impression of them, this was your first time seeing them this close, in person and bare. he noticed you staring at his pecs. he was quite proud of himself for his physique, and he raised his voice while laughing.

“i'm glad you like them that much, you'll have the chance to see them a lot closer,” he chuckled and sat down next to you. “now you should get comfy. i'll give you a second to get rid of that shirt and i'll start the show.”

you stared at him, your breath catching in your throat from his words. you couldn't move. you didn't know what to do, your body still in anticipation, waiting for his next actions.

bokuto looked at you with a flirtatious smile, the corners of his eyes sparkling and his expression seemed one of happiness and excitement. he put his hand on your thigh, his voice was soft and sweet.

“i can help you get that off if you wish,” he smirked and his expression showed that he was enjoying your surprise and fluster.

your eyes wide, you stared into his and slowly nodded your head. “o-okay. thank you bokuto.” you whispered out, feeling on edge from not knowing what he'd do next.

bokuto gently took the shirt off of you, loosely holding onto the bottom hem as he lifted the jersey up and over your head. he stared down at your body, looking at your beautiful, smooth skin and you heard him give a subtle gasp of air in his chest.

he smirked, “you never wear anything underneath, do you?” he said with a soft and teasing tone.

your eyes widened. you had almost forgotten about that. your cheeks started burning deep red from the blush spreading.

“i... not sometimes...”

you heard him snicker. “so that's why I see your chest bouncing so much when you jump in the stands at my games.” bokuto gently traced your collarbone with his fingertips.

“and i always thought that was how you were trying to get my attention.” he chuckled. “my lovely little fan, wearing nothing beneath her msby jersey... who knew?” he was smirking at you and his voice came out almost like a whisper. you could see how much he liked seeing you blush.

your breathing was shallow, unsteady- you were more flustered than you could have imagined possible for the night. the star you’d had a crush on for years was now sitting in your bedroom, both of your shirts off, and he was complimenting your chest?

bokuto put his mouth close to your ear and whispered into it. “is there anywhere on your body that's sensitive? or makes you feel flustered? I want to find every spot.”

he said it in a low voice as his mouth was close to your ear, making you shiver. you snapped your head to look at him, without thinking of your actions before you did them. your mouths pressed together, and your eyes widened when you realized what was happening.

bokuto kissed you and pulled you really close, his arm around your back and a hand in your hair. the kiss was so passionate and it felt like your heart was beating a mile a minute.

bokuto broke the kiss after a few seconds and leaned back. he was breathing heavily and blushing.

“i… i'm-“ he cut you off before you could apologize for your mistake.

“no need for apologies. i liked it.” bokuto chuckled, caressing your cheek. “now, let me have you like you wanted me to earlier... a very personal show just for you.” he looked at you with a flirtatious smile. he turned away and began taking his belt off.

your voice caught in your throat. his back muscles were heavenly, making you wonder how they felt.

“b-bo?”

his voice became more quiet. “yes, my lovely little fan?”

you saw him take off his belt and he hung it off the bed frame. he was now just wearing his pants... and those pants were so tight on him. they highlighted his curves and he knew you were staring at his ass, but you couldn't help it. his ass had been one of your favorite things to watch from the stands, and now that it was so close in front of you, you had the potential to look at it in full detail. his body was literally sculpted.

it was almost hard for you to breathe with how incredible he looked, not believing that this was actually happening. “you... you look so...”

he knew you were staring at his ass and he felt the urge to tease you.

“you like it, don't you?” he smirked. “i'm glad, i'm glad you like what you see. i worked hard on keeping this body in shape for you darling.”

you nodded your head. you did like it.

he smirked and turned around, his pants making a loud noise as they hit the floor. he kept his eyes locked on you as he made his way to the bed. he looked amazing walking towards you, and you couldn't help staring at him. his muscles flexing with every step, the low lighting made him look gorgeous. and then you looked down…

you noticed his lack of pants, and what was in their place. a set of grey boxer briefs, tight enough that it didn't leave much room for imagination. you could see the outlines and shadow of his cock, and it made your breath catch.

bokuto smirked as he saw where your gaze went. he was proud of himself and he made it known. he knew he had your full attention. he was very excited for his little fan to have this.

bokuto put his hands on his hips and he stood still, making sure you were able to get all the time you wanted to look. he was breathing heavily and you could tell he was anxious as well by how fast his nipples stuck out in excitement. he kept looking at you, he didn't want to stop looking at you.

he looked smug, but you could tell his nervousness wasn't going away the longer you two stared at each other. you stood up slowly, walking towards him.

bokuto looked down and saw you approaching, surprised by your actions. he put his arms out towards you and was waiting for you to come closer to him, his voice was soft and excited.

“c'mere”

as you stepped close to him, his arms closed around you, scooping under your ass and lifting you. bokuto smirked as he picked you up like you weighed nothing and he kept his arms around you. your legs were hugging his waist, your soft thighs brushing against his hips in a position that made him want to squirm. your arms were wrapped around his neck, his face so close to you that you could feel his breaths. he could kiss you easily.

“oh, you haven't fully earned that yet, darling.” his voice was flirty and he was making teasing noises. a whimper left your throat at his response, and you felt his cock twitch through his boxers under your ass. the sounds you were making turned him in, and he let out a loud groan.

“looks like you're very attracted to me,” he kissed you again. “but you want to see me more, don't you?” he kept grinning as he teased you.

“i…”

you couldn't form full sentences, couldn't speak words, couldn't think. everything he was doing to you was so much.

bokuto chuckled. “that's okay, you really are attracted to me.” he kissed you again and started leaning down to lay you on the bed. “just relax. i’ll do all the work here.”

as soon as you were laid down, he began kissing your neck and your chest. whimpers and whines escaped your mouth as he started to work his way down your neck, kissing and sucking at any skin he could find. you were sure there would be marks the next morning. when his mouth found your nipple and sucked it, your body tensed and you let out a yelp.

as soon as you yelped, bokuto took his mouth away and turned his head to look at you.

“oh, sorry darling.” his eyes were sparkling with excitement. “is this your sensitive spot?”

he moved his mouth closer but he didn't make contact, he just purposely breathed heavy on it. the air coming from his mouth made your skin prickle and your back arch. he seemed eager to find your most sensitive areas.

you groaned, nodding your head with your eyes squeezed shut. it was sensitive, but it felt so good. “m-more. please bo.”

bokuto smiled and his eyes became more excited from your noises. he kissed your chest again in that same spot, sucking over your nipple and biting it lightly. he seemed very happy to hear your noises of approval.

“oh, you like it, right?” he whispered the word "right" in such a soft voice, and he seemed to be looking for an affirmative answer.

you nodded your head quickly, “uh huh.” it felt so good to feel his mouth on your body, like nothing you could have imagined.

bokuto let out a content groan as he heard your moans and he kept going, his tongue making circles, mapping your skin, soft kisses across your chest and tummy. his fingers lightly trailed over the marks he made, making you shiver. he was looking for more sensitive spots as he kissed your skin.

making his way down your body, it was obvious you becoming more sensitive the further he got. when he reached your panties, he looked up at you. without saying anything, he gave a slow kiss on top of the fabric, and you let out a deafening moan.

bokuto noticed and his mouth became more soft and gentle. your moan turned him on even more. he kissed you on top of your clothed mound again, and when he pulled his head away he was blushing.

“oh, i'll just take these off.” his voice was teasing yet soft. you looked into his gold eyes as he stared at you while removing your panties. when you felt the air hit your core you gasped. he was unpredictable, and your body couldn't keep up.

upon seeing your reaction, bokuto pulled your legs close to your chest and he put his hand underneath your back to lift you. this made you two face to face, your legs squeezing around his back. his eyes were sparkling as he looked down on you.

“i think i'll give you what you want...” he smirked. he looked proud of himself, making you feel embarrassed yet excited at the same time. the new position made your bodies closer, practically wrapped around him, and you could feel his clothed cock poking at your entrance.

he noticed your body shaking, lifting closer to him with each breath, and his boxers were tightening a lot. his eyes were sparkling and he smirked again.

“I'm gonna be honest with you, darling…” he paused and you could see his confidence and pride go up. “I wore tight boxers... just for you to get to see…”

“y-you did?” your voice was high-pitched and shaky. you couldn't believe it. he predicted that you’d end up like this tonight?

he smirked as he saw your surprised reaction. “yes, my little fangirl, i wore it just for you.” he pulled his boxers down a bit and your eyes went wide. you could see his pelvic muscles, and the start of his happy trail leading to his belly button. you felt your pussy twitch in anticipation.

bokuto's voice was soft as he giggled while looking at you. “you think i like to tease a lot? you haven't seen anything yet…” a whine left your throat at his response and actions. he was baiting you for him, and you wanted more.

“please bo...”

bokuto chuckled and you felt his breath on your ear. “oh? you're getting really needy...” he looked down at you with a soft and proud expression. his boxers were barely pulled down, just to taunt you. it was so close to you that you could swear you felt the heat.

you looked up into his eyes, and whimpered, “please bo... i’ll do anything.”

bokuto smirked, “so, you want me that badly, don't you?” his voice was soft and the look he gave you was exciting and jeering. he placed his hand on your waist, the other moving to your ass, squeezing it.

“k-kotaro?”

bokuto noticed that you called him by his first name, and it turned him on even more. “yes darling?”

staring at him, another whimper left your throat as you felt his body shift on top of you, hiking your legs further up and giving him better access. “please,” you breathed out, your words barely audible and under your breath.

bokuto heard you and he smirked, “your words are too quiet, darling.” he placed his ear on your mouth and listened closely. “you have such a cute little voice though...” his voice was soft, the hand on your ass slowly moving up and down.

your eyes were squeezed shut and your teeth were grinding. his hands on you felt so good, you couldn't help it. you kept slipping down his waist from how much you were squirming, your feet playing with the waistband of his boxers.

bokuto was very much enjoying seeing you so turned on. he liked this kind of teasing a lot. your grip on his hips tightened and it made him twitch. “what do you think you’re doing there, darling?” he was biting his lower lip. in response to your teasing, he decided to do even more. staring into your eyes, he slowly lifted one of his hands to his mouth, licking his thumb before moving his hand down.

a gasp left your throat as you felt his hand travel lower, and his thumb press into your asshole. the feeling burned, not used to being stretched there, and his hands were so big. you yelped when you felt him try to move his finger, pulling at the sides and wiggling his thumb around inside a few times before removing it slowly. staring at you, he shook his head. “too tight.”

bokuto was smirking when he looked down at you. he noticed you panting, your hole squeezing around nothing. “oh...” his thumb started teasing you again, circling the rim while he looked at you intently. “your body is very sensitive here, isn't it?”

you were whining loudly. you wanted him, but he was being such a tease it was almost unbearable. “koooo…pleaseee. i-i want you in me”

he leaned in close to you and whispered in your ear, “you do?” he gave you a playful and flirtatious kiss on your cheek as he put his mouth on your ear to speak, “but... you're so innocent... it could hurt...”

“w-wanna try.. at least,” you turned your head to look into his eyes. “i want you kotaro.”

bokuto was blushing and he moved to look you in the eyes. “so... you do want me like that?” he was giggling and he looked like he was proud of himself. he moved his hands up your body as he squeezed you hips.

“i think this is your first time, right darling?” he whispered in your ear.

you nodded your head, squeezing your eyes shut. “y-yeah.”

he chuckled and you felt his lips kissing your neck as his hands went up your body. he placed his tongue on your neck as he sucked gently, before looking back up at you.

“well... if it's for me... okay.” he caressed your cheek, suddenly sounding serious “you want me to be your first?”

“y-yes kotaro.” you stared at him, breath quick from his kisses and licks.

bokuto placed his mouth on yours as he gave you a passionate kiss for a few seconds before breaking it. “i love how you look when you're like this...” he started biting your throat and your neck to tease you and make this extra special for you. after he was proud of the line of marks he made on your neck, he sat back on his heels to look over you.

the only fabric left between the two of you were his tight boxers, and you watched as he reached his hands into the waistband.

bokuto noticed your eyes looking at his boxers and he smirked as his voice became more serious. “oh?” he looked back and smiled. “do you have your eyes on an award?” he was teasing you and he slowly took his boxers down to his ankles.

when his boxers fell down, a sharp intake of breath escaped your throat. his cock slapped his stomach when it slipped out, and you could see it fully now. it was long, so thick, slightly curved up. his sack was fat and swollen, looking like they were filled and ready to explode. it made your pussy twitch in anticipation.

“you're... staring... aren't you, darling?”

bokuto made a teasing smile and put his hands on your chin, his head close to your face. he kept looking at you to see how you would react to his body and to his words.

you nodded slowly, then whispered under your breath, “...so big...”

bokuto was blushing from your words, catching him slightly off-guard. he looked proud but not too arrogant, like he'd been waiting for you to tell him this. he moved his hand to place it on your neck, his fingers slowly brushing along it. “what if it's too big?”

your eyes slowly drifted back to his,

“we'll make it fit.”

“oh?” bokuto whispered and he smiled again. “well, we'll see.” he got on the bed again and put his body on top of yours. his arms wrapped around your waist and he looked you in the eyes.

“you really want it, don’t you?” he was still teasing you and he kept up the flirty smirk.

“y-yes ko...” you whined out, desperate for him. “want it so bad.”

he leaned down, suckling on your neck again. your skin was already so tender there from all the bruises he left, but he wouldn't stop. you could feel his dick rubbing on your tummy and it made you moan.

bokuto made a soft groan as he heard your words and he slowly kissed your jaw. his lips were soft and playful, he knew exactly what he was doing. he continued teasing you.

his mouth left your neck and he got close to your ear again, whispering, “do you know what comes next?”

he put his hand on your thigh and he caressed it as you nodded your head quickly, your eyes squeezed shut. you were ready.

“please ko, please”

bokuto was biting his lower lip, he wanted you to enjoy this as much as you can. his hand kept teasing your legs and his breath was filled with excitement. “then, say it to me.” he whispered in your ear.

you opened your eyes, staring straight into his. taking a deep breath, you said what you had been wanting to say the whole night.

“fuck me, kotaro”

bokuto was stunned. you really said that. he heard every word of it and it pleased him. his body was touching yours as he played with your hair.

“well... if you say it like that...” he gave you another kiss, long and soft. when your lips split, he looked back at you. “i’ll make you scream my name.”

he suddenly grabbed your legs, hiking both of them up and over his shoulders. he had you folded in half, and you couldn't do anything but stare at him. you squeezed your eyes shut, anticipating what was about to happen next. you could feel his breath on your face.

your body was now in a position in which he could use it to his liking. you felt like you were in heaven and you were somehow even more sensitive to his touch. bokuto smiled with a proud and taunting look on his face. “you're ready, aren't you?”

he was going to make sure that this would be a moment you would always remember.

you nodded your head, giving him permission to do whatever he wanted.

suddenly feeling a poking at your core, you looked down to find him aligning the tip of his cock with your entrance. he slowly pushed in, your breath catching in your throat as you let out a long whine.

it burnt as he pushed forward. you weren't used to something of this size, your fingers being tiny in comparison to how thick his cock was. he was reaching deeper than you had ever been able to do, and you were mewling from the pains.

bokuto was looking at your face, panting as he started rubbing your hand. he looked worried. “i hope... i hope you like it..”

“i... i love it, ko.” you whispered between staggering breaths. it hurt like hell, but you wanted a taste of his heaven. he leaned down and kissed you, slowly and passionately, trying to distract you from the sharp pains.

“do you?” bokuto's eyes were sparkling and his voice was softer than ever now. he caressed your cheeks and kissed you again, longer than last time. “this is only the beginning, darling.”

with those words, you felt him begin to move. he started soft, pulling out until just the tip was left inside, before slowly pressing back in. after he noticed that you stopped squirming as much, he gradually started gaining a pace until he was pounding into your pussy. you could feel his balls hitting your ass with every thrust, the tip ramming deep enough that it kissed your cervix.

his groans were constant and loud, and you could see that he was staring at you whenever you’d open your eyes.

bokuto kept looking at you. your face was so cute to him in the moment, eyes squeezed shut and mouth hung open. you could feel the weight of the tall, strong man on your body right now, pressing down to hold you in place. his lips were kissing your neck angrily again between his moans.

“ah- ohhhh.”

“k-ko?” your breath was panting as you questioned his noises.

“oh, i know...” bokuto could see you were becoming too sensitive and he was loving it. he kept moving, snapping his hips and kissing your neck. “ah... oh... ohhhhhh.”

your breath caught in your throat with a whine, hesitating before whispering out the next words to him-

“…..m-more ko. harder.”

bokuto was breathing heavier now and you could feel his heart beat faster as he jerked his head up to look into your eyes. it was like you had him in every single way, this is the most pleasure and euphoria bokuto had ever felt. “you’re just saying that now?” his voice was shaky and his eyes glossed over. he was sweating, his head was spinning and his body was filled with adrenaline that was about to burst.

he stopped for a second to breathe and calm himself, before starting back, with more force and speed than before. he was pounding into your sensitive spots, and it made you whine louder. you could feel a knot forming in your belly, and you knew you were close to finishing.

“kotaroooo”

you whined his name out, almost as a warning to him. suddenly your pussy clenched and spasmed, squeezing him tight as you came around him. you were gushing, spraying around his cock and making a mess all over the sheets.

bokuto was smiling and he looked proud of himself. he could make you experience this for the first time, from him and only him. your squeezing was so tight around his cock, and it led him to the edge. his body began stuttering, his breathing was harder.

“b-baby i’m about to… ah..” it was almost a warning for you. “ohhhhhhh.” his eyes were closed, and he could tell he was about to finish.

his final grunt came, and a bite to your shoulder was the only warning for what was happening. his hips became faster, then suddenly stopped. you felt your center become warm, feeling him shoot his release deep in you, and heard him moan the loudest he had that entire night.

the room went silent, the only sounds you could hear were the fan above you two, his panting, and a few bird chirps outside.

bokuto was still on top of you, caressing your face while breathing into your neck. you felt him pull out slowly, then felt his warm cum start to spill out of your pussy and drip onto the mattress. your breath caught in your throat. “i... you...”

bokuto was feeling weird, his body was shaking and he felt nervous. he didn’t mean to do that, but he tried to be brave and stay on top of you.

“i... i made a mess...” he was blushing and it was visible on his face. he tried to cover it up by putting a proud look on his face again. “please tell me you liked it..”

your breathing was slow and shaky, trying to figure out what just happened. you couldn’t believe it. bokuto kotaro, you were his biggest fan for years, and now he had just released his cum inside you.

“i... i loved it, ko.”

bokuto’s breath caught. your words surprised and pleased him. he felt accomplished that you loved every second of that. he held a cute look on his face. “good…”

he kissed your forehead and your cheek, caressing your hair.

“now, you're not innocent...”

he giggled at his own words. he was teasing you again, but his voice was soft and he held a smile.

you laughed back at him, he wasn't wrong. “yeah, i guess not”

this moment is like a dream for him and he just kissed you passionately again. when your kiss ended, he laid his head down on your chest, and you sat in silence for a minute before you spoke up.

“h-hey ko?”

he looked up at you, slightly confused.

“what happens to us when we wake up in the morning? you're still a big-time professional volleyball star, and i'm just a fan you picked up off the bleachers for a fun night...”

bokuto looked at you and his face went serious.

“if you want us to be nothing, then we can be nothing…” his voice was calm and his body was relaxed again.

“but...” he took a deep breath, as the thought flashed in his head. “...if you want to be more... we can be more...”

he looked like he couldn't believe he was saying this, that his mouth was speaking without telling his brain what to say first.

you looked deep into his gold eyes, took a deep breath, and then whispered, “what do you want?”

there was another long pause before he collected his thoughts and opened his mouth again.

“i-i want you… your voice, your eyes, i want it all..” he caressed your face and he had a slight nervous smile as he looked at you.

“when i wake up in the morning, when i close my eyes and i'm tired from practice, or when i want to escape the world's craziness, i want to imagine your face, your voice, your eyes. i want you with me all the time, i want you to be my love...”

you took a breath in, staring at him. your heart skipped a beat from his words. he wanted you like that?

“i... we can try that”

bokuto was looking at you and his face turned bright red. “really...?”

it felt like his heart skipped a beat and was about to jump out of his chest.

“can i hug you now?” he was asking you, even though he already knew the answer was going to be yes.

you laughed, giggling at his reaction. “yes bo, of course you can.”

bokuto smiled happily and he hugged you tightly. it was a warm and cozy hug, him rubbing his body on yours to make it better. he sighed, and whispered out-

“i'm going to enjoy this...”

@tsukiran wanted me to tag her on this lol hope you’re happy

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Under The White Oak (Armin x Reader)

masterlist | ao3

Pairing: Armin x Reader

Summary: You grew up with Armin Arlert. Now, if your late twenties or early thirties, you return home and reminisce on your childhood with him.

"Armin is everywhere, you find. He’s in your bedroom, stacked up with the books from high school which are coated with a heavy layer of dust. He’s in your kitchen, where your mother has stashed away cartoon-themed dishes from your childhood in the farthest cupboard. How she finds the room for them, you’ll never know."

Content Warnings: Modern countryside AU, bittersweet ending, angst, childhood friends to lovers to strangers, no bad feelings... only fond memories, light smut (very light + romantic), loss of virginity, fluff and angst, spoiler: armin and reader do not end up together (but it’s not in a bad way).

Word Count: 2.4k

A/N: I hurt my feelings writing this but it also makes me feel a little warm inside somehow. I’m quite proud of it :))

It’s odd, the way we as humans occupy space. The way the places of our childhoods bleed into everyday, ordinary memories until they become synonymous with a time. How somewhere, your memories of growing up can be solidified in one single place.

For you, it’s the field beyond your house. Green and lush, a hill sloping into a valley lined with trees where beyond lies town just a few miles further. You can remember the smell, the feel of the grass beneath your fingers as you sat in it, often when the sun was about to set. Your days ended here, surrounded by the comforts of home, the small house you grew up in just visible over the top of the adjacent hill. Your mother’s cooking, warm and welcoming, often wafted over on the breeze, enticing your young stomach to come home. To return to the place that sought to nurture and raise you.

Returning to this place as an adult floods you with memories of a time that passed. A time when your parents were young and when life was tinted with rose. But mostly, this greenery reminds you of a person. It reminds you of him in the springtime of your life. Armin the neighbor boy sitting beside you as a red sun set over the horizon. Armin the neighbor boy carving your names into a tree across the clearing before stealing your first kiss. Innocent and gentle, everything about it tickles your mind with the past.

You grew up with him, with Armin Arlert, the baker’s boy who lived down the road. He’s blond with blue eyes and awfully pretty, far prettier than any girl you’d ever seen. You can recall spending your days with him here. Making the walk after school, past the vendors, and down a dirt road reserved for your private homes, to this place that would one day comprise your memories of childhood.

If you have any fundamental memories, they’re with him. Though looking back on it, he seems far less permanent now than he did then. Armin to you now is far more fleeting than he ever was.

As a child, you fantasized about marrying him. You’d told your mother that you were going to be his bride. Feet planted on the ground, chest out, you’d proudly professed that the neighbor boy was going to be your husband before watching the way he screamed in horror and dropped whatever toy he was preoccupied with to sprint away from your grabbing hands. Armin behaved then the way adolescent boys did and though he was gentler than his friend Eren, he still maintained the boy-like vision of a female-free world. His mind rotted, no doubt, by his unruly brown-haired companion.

Still, you and the wide-eyed boy got along and grew from childhood into adolescence together.

Middle school is when things took a turn. Your afternoons were spent studying and talking rather than rolling in the dirt, and mud pies became real pies as you worked on home economics projects together. Still, your bond remained steady and true, though weathered by growth and the changing of seasons.

The first time he kissed you, neither of you understood what it meant.

You’d been sitting on the far end of the clearing, afternoon sun burning bright overhead. Armin had just gotten done carving your names into the bark of a tree before complaining about how maybe he had, in his conquest to be eternal, hurt the plant.

You remember laughing at him, in the way people do when someone’s just said something both ridiculous and endearing. You often laughed with him like that, not understanding the blush that crept up his neck and to the apples of his cheeks. Armin had always been like that as a child, feeling to a fault.

“Hey,” he’d said, garnering your attention as you opened your eyes to look at him.

“What?”

“Stay still for a sec.” You remember Armin’s voice being little more than a whisper before he leaned in to place an awkward kiss on your lips.

You were hardly ready, teeth clicking together with the sudden force of it. A small click and the cushion of his lips against yours before it was over. Nothing but a peck, so short and sweet that it was over before you realized it had begun.

He flushed red, up to the ears, when you asked why he’d kissed you. Armin simply shrugged, saying he’d seen his parents do it. You were both too young to fully register it, in your budding teenage years. It wouldn’t be till five years later that you recognized the depth of your feelings for each other. For now, a kiss was enough. Innocent and fleeting to serve as a predecessor for what would come in your high school years.

It’s funny how only after many years do memories like these become precious. You find yourself looking back on them with an undeniable fondness and an ache you can’t quite place. Even now, as an adult, the memories make your blood sing with renewed youth.

Your mother and father are glad to have you back. Even if it’s only for the weekend. It’s been so long since you visited home, since you came back to see the small town in the countryside you grew up in. The place where you went from child to adult in what feels like a single hop.

Armin is everywhere, you find. He’s in your bedroom, stacked up with the books from high school which are coated with a heavy layer of dust. He’s in your kitchen, where your mother has stashed away cartoon-themed dishes from your childhood in the farthest cupboard. How she finds the room for them, you’ll never know.

“How’s the city?” Your mother asks as you peruse through the living room.

“Expensive.” You chide, tossing her a look over your shoulder.

She gives you a good-natured laugh. “We warned you, didn’t we?”

“Sure, but I definitely didn’t expect to be paying a whole fortune for a single tomato, y’know?”

Your mother chuckles at you and it’s with a twinge of sadness that you see the lines of age creeping up on her face. Deep wrinkles by her mouth and eyes that show her joy through the years and lines of worry creased at the top of her head from the human emotions that we’d rather not acknowledge. All permanent reminders of a life fully lived. It makes you sad.

After speaking with your family, you make your way back outside. You’re at your leisure here, taking a much-needed reprieve from your everyday life.

You can’t place a finger on the feeling, nor can you describe it in words, looking over this clearing now. You’re older, eyes tinged at the corners with the wear and tear of time (to match your mother’s), and the field looks smaller than it used to. Your corner of the world, no larger than a few leaps and bounds, now laid out before you it what seems like no more than a handful.

In your mind, the memory of an 18-year-old Armin walking up the drive plays. He’s taller now, blond hair glowing in the sun that peeks through the large overhanging magnolia trees that line the side of the dirt road. His hands are in his pockets and your mind’s eye sees perfectly the way he’d pull one from his side to give you a wave.

You can recall the comfort you had with him then. Delicate in its intrusiveness and steady in feeling. There was always something calming about Armin, a boy kissed by sunlight.

He’d come by every weekend, his familiar silhouette walking that familiar path home where he’d find you in the field adjacent. It’s where you’d both stepped into something new, another memory solidified.

Armin kissed you here like he meant it, his lips pushed softly against your own. It wasn’t his first real kiss, nor was it yours, but it made you feel like new again. And then, in the spur of the moment after a soft confession of love, you took him into your empty home and let him undress you.

You can remember the way the fabric of your spring dress felt slipping down your body and how hungrily his soft blue eyes devoured you. Armin cradled your body in his that day, the sun peeking through the windows as he took your virginity in the slow and comfortable way that lovers do. The feel of his soft hands across the hills and valleys of your body, his fingers between your legs, and the reverence with which he looked at you. Armin looked at your body that day as if you were something holy, not made of clay but of glass blown by a skilled artisan—as if God had taken all the time in the world creating you to be an angel among men.

Should there be any memory to thank Armin for, it’s this. You’ve had your fair share of bad relationships and unpleasant experiences, but this is something you can hold onto forever. A good experience and the good experiences that followed. Gentle, deserving love that set a standard you wish you had stuck to. Still, you thank Armin for that gift. The gift of good treatment.

“I heard you were back!” And he’s there, shouting up the drive again, hands tucked into neat dress pants and a matching dress shirt. You feel your heart squeeze in your chest.

“You stalking me?” You call, turning to face him and tucking your cardigan around your body to shield yourself from the breeze.

Armin reaches the crest of the drive to stand beside you on the hill. “Your mom texted me.” He smiles. There are lines by his eyes, slight creases on the sides of his mouth from years of smiling. You’re glad, he deserves to smile.

“Hm, when will she learn?” You tut, turning your attention back to the field in front of you.

Armin laughs again before sighing deeply. “It’s been a while.”

There’s no sadness in his voice, only the wisp of reminiscence like he’s glad to see you doing well.

“Yeah.” You squint in the light. “What is it? Three years?”

“More, I think.” He breathes.

“That’s crazy.” You shake your head, turning to look at him.

He doesn’t sport his soft and loose undercut anymore. Instead, his hair is lightly gelled into something that looks mature. It’s still golden as ever and no doubt just as soft as you remember it, but Armin looks like a man now, a grown one.

It should make you sad, this moment of personal impersonality, but it doesn’t. You have a life in the city now, working to make ends meet. You’re doing something you love and you’re happy. This trip home reminds you of that, of every good choice you ever made. The field feels smaller, but the memories loom just as large. On your lips, you can taste watermelon.

Armin eats lunch with your family, sitting around the four-person table he’s eaten many meals at before. He sits in the chair he always did, muscle memory making it easy to slip into a routine that doesn’t exist anymore. He still knows where you keep your plates, that your mother prefers to use the green table mats rather than the blue, that his plate has a distinct chip on the rim from how he’d dropped it once while drying it. And you’re reminded that these memories are not only yours but his too. The clinking of silverware against glass hums pleasantly in your ears.

Except for this time, when the meal ends, Armin does not accompany you up to your room to change into ‘adventure clothes’ as you once called them. He does not lead you out to the field to sit under that great oak with your names carved into it. Instead, Armin hugs your parents and gives your mother a kiss on the cheek before you walk him out.

He doesn’t linger the way he once did, but he does still shove his hands into his pockets in the coy way he always used to.

“You rushing off, Mr. Librarian?” You smile.

“Mhm.” He hums, giving you a familiar soft smile as he walks down the steps of your house. “My wife’s waiting at home. I told her I’d be back by three.”

You remember that he has a life now too. A wife and a two-year-old who looks like him, a job in town working for the library, and a home not far from where you both grew up. The thought makes you smile fondly. His child will have memories here too. In the quaint town you spent your fledgling years, they will form beautiful connections, maybe with someone who is a lot like you.

“Tell her I said hello.” You call after him.

At this, Armin turns around and laughs. “I’m sure she already knows, but I’ll tell her twice for good measure.” And then he smiles again and it’s so painstakingly familiar that it breaks your heart.

Armin’s figure recedes down the drive, hands in his pockets and head angled up towards the sky, already lost in daydreams as he always is. You watch as he takes his time on the long path, like how he did when he left for university, the last time you were close with him the way you remember. In his disappearing silhouette, you can see your childhood, and there is a fondness that you know will never go away.

It’s now that you decide to walk to the large tree on the opposite side of the clearing. You take your time, soaking in that midday sun like a sponge, admiring the feel of slightly damp soil beneath your shoes. Around you, memories replay like movies. You and Armin sprinting through the field and the way he always trailed behind. His blonde hair among the grass, knees stained with dirt from when he’d kneeled to open a book on it.

When you reach the tree, you’re shocked by how cool the shade is, free of the sun’s warm rays. Beneath it, you swear you can see the imprint from where you both sat, but there is none. Instead, the reminder that you were here is the carving on the tree. You have to kneel now to touch it.

The marks are nearly smooth under your fingertips, a lighter shade of wood than the rest, but faded from how nature healed over time. Still, your and Armin’s memories are deeply ingrained here, physically into the wood, and there is comfort in knowing that this carving will never go away. That nature may heal and time may turn, but as long as this tree stands, so will you both. A reminder that you were here, under that great white oak with dirt-stained hands, forever young in its steady rings of age.

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