#tw.watersports

[nkogneatho]

and if you look closely, you can see me squirting all over him :))

#GAHHDAMN HIS ABSBZHXHDSJBSSJ MAPPA ILY #tw.watersports #tw.squirting #pasi.txt #jujutsu kaisen #choso kamo

[sleazysquid]

For the requests: Do you think Dabi is into any sort of piss marking? Like internal urination/golden showers, just filthy stuff that marks you as his? I've been thinking about this a lot and always kinda waver.

Smh putting me tf out with this one I’m in adoration omg. So many approaches to this it’s hard to choose one… but I really wanna fixate on the watersports, power aspect, I feel like there isn’t a lot of love out there for that sort of fetish so.. I might have gotten a little carried away with this ask…

This Is What The Devil Does (Dabi x Reader):

Word Count: 1.1k

Tags/warnings: female reader, HEAVY watersports action, a little bit of some power play happening here, scent marking, public humiliation (f receiving), established relationship, dubcon kinkplay, a little bit of dumbification and noncon pic taking at the end.

I’m definitely leaning towards Dabi being the one to bring it up at some point or finding out on accident that the both of you have a kink for it. Maybe via… starting out as a joke and peeing on you in the shower? When he’s in the comfort of your home, he’s usually kind and loving behind closed doors. In public though? He loves to treat you lower than dirt at times.

You’ve learned that at any point if you’re walking down the streets he can just pull you into an alleyway to use you as his personal, and quite beautiful, urinal. Depending on his mood he may or may not actually aim for your mouth. Not a day goes by where you’re not swallowing a few warm (sour) gulps of his urine, opting to wipe the tip clean on your hair. It’s safe to say most of his bodily fluids have been either consumed or worn as a fashion accessory now. You nearly die of embarrassment showing up to a league meeting knowing you fucking reek of his piss. It gets him off when someone asks, “god what’s that smell?” Knowing it’s you, and watching you slowly back away from group. Even through all the precautions you take, having fresh clothes to change into in your backpack, he finds out pretty quickly and snags the clothes when you’re occupied with something else before going out.

“How else are people supposed to know you’re mine? You said you were game for anything, so. I don’t see why you’re making such a sour face when I’m just doing what you asked. Besides, your tits look great when they’re in a piss soaked shirt.” He quips while tucking himself back in, lightly slapping your face before offering the same hand to help you off your knees.

Over time, Dabi’s grown confident in himself and this newfound power dynamic. You’re his and his alone. He may let the other men in the group make their snide comments towards you, but at the end of the day you’re the one covered in his scent at all times. But of course, it’s not just the power, or the embarrassment, but most of all the act itself. He gets creative, searching for more ways to incorporate piss play more and more.

What would be the ultimate conquest than to go inside? He’s contemplated back and forth about this idea— the health consequences perhaps… he does care to a degree, but how good it’ll feel to possibly both of you (but especially him). His communication isn’t the best in your relationship. Most of these bursts of kink occur spontaneously. On a normal night, he’s got you in a mating press. Your legs are a little achy from staying like that for so long. The heat from his hands inadvertently climbing up in temperature from how rough he’s fucking you. That familiar sinister smirk peaks up from the corners of his mouth.

“ ‘want me to fill you up, baby?” He questions in a low husk. The vague wording skirting around your thoroughly fucked mind.

You nod, begging him with your voice breaking with each jolt of his hips, “please fucking fill me up, I need it so bad!”

“Hah.. you asked for it..”

A sudden warmth surges through your entire body. His mouth falls open, a long sigh drawls out from the depths of his scarred chest. Eyes flittering ever so slightly from the feeling of relief, losing focus but trying to maintain contact with you. You begin squirming beneath him. This isn’t right, this shouldn’t be happening— it’s taken too far, you’ve been pretty open to everything he’s asked to try, but this is something way out of your comfort zone, something that hadn’t ever been discussed before. Clammy palms hold you down and force you to be even more of just a warm receptacle. His other hand snakes its way to your clit, forcing involuntary spurts of your orgasm follow suit; and coupled with the hot constant stream, it forces you to cum harder around his pissing cock. You feel so full from the ridiculous amount he’s letting into you. It overflows and dampens the sheets beneath you, dripping in every possible nook and fold while soiling his legs.

“It feels… so warm. I feel… so full.” You breathe out as the initial shock wears off and twists into dumbed down euphoria. You’re already so warm to him, so inviting. A personal slut who loves milking his cock for his cum, and now his piss. It’s such a strange sensation but you’re instantly fixated on it, on him, him, only him, and everything about him. You cry out his name as he empties his bladder inside your throbbing pussy, singing praises and begging him to start moving again.

“You really like it that much, huh?” Dabi’s face lights up.

“Fuck yes! Please… fuck yes!! Please start moving, I wanna feel it more, please Dabi??” Your dumbed down brain can’t even fully form sentences anymore, just little begs like a lost puppy.

You’re both in such a vulnerable state even with him having the upper hand, he can’t help but give in to your cute little pleas. His hips snap against you at a harsh tempo; creating disgusting, sopping wet noises that compete with the volume of your moans as his piss sloshes around inside you to a disgusting degree. Dabi’s not sure how long he can even last in this state anymore as you’re now fully intentionally sucking his cock in and out, creating a tight silky friction that makes him feel like he could cum at any second now. Arms outreach to him—inviting to become even closer to your body more than ever; you grip the fluffy black locks as he fixes open mouth kisses around the corners of your lips. With hands now on either side of your head, gently caressing, he chokes out beautiful breathy moans that fan over the shell of your ear as he spills hot spurts of his seed inside your spent cunt.

When he pulls out, a mixture of piss and cum flow out of your abused pussy. The filthy sight of it nearly hardens him back up. He’s tempted to try and coax another round or two out of you, but right now you look thoroughly exhausted and completely drenched in sweat. So he does what all great boyfriends do, gently lifts you up and gets you to the tub to help clean you up of course, but not before pulling out his phone to take a couple pictures. You just look too delicious and ruined to not memorialize such a feat.

3am: Dabi sent a photo to the groupchat

“I told you I’m keeping this one all to myself, you fucking creeps.”

#tw.piss #tw.watersports #tw.humiliation #tw.dumbification #tw.dubcon #dabi x reader #touya x reader #tw.omorashi #tw.toxic relationship

[hhawks]

GUNPOWDER EMPIRES.

✰ starring: roy mustang x fem!reader ✰ synopsis: after the war against ishval, your trauma catches up to you. the only way to leave it all behind is to bring the central command to its knees. ✰ content: descriptions of war, killing (nondescript), mentioned staging suicide, trauma, slight ptsd, descriptions of arson and setting fire to government property, the amestris government is shit and roy mustang is love ✰ warnings: gunplay, fearplay, temperature play (since roy uses fire<3), unprotected sex, breeding kink, slight babytrapping, watersports. i am horny for this man. ✰ word count: 10.5k of unedited, unbetaed horny. i did not plan for it to be this long ✰ a/n: THIS IS SO LATE I'M SO SORRY but this is a part of @cyancherub's back from the dead collab <3 thank you for letting me join sweetheart i'm sorry i'm so late

amestris’ centre city is cold at night. 

you think maybe the skyline is pretty enough from up here, the wind whistling and the nearest intelligent life miles away from you. you think maybe the distance can distract you from the pressing weight of your thoughts, the responsibilities you shoulder. 

being a state alchemist isn’t easy. you knew this when they approached you, when you took the tests, when you so rigorously trained yourself day and night to become one. but none of that prepared you for this. none of that prepared you for the heavy heart you carry, that sags in your chest and pours out of your sternum. no one could have warned you of the nightmares and the shadows that haunt you. 

haven’t you found yourself here before? on this very rooftop, watching the lights flicker. surrounded by the world and yet, so alone in the thick of it. you work, you eat, you sleep. is there more of a life beyond that? should there be? 

somewhere in the distance, you hear a bell toll, signaling midnight. it echoes in the distance, soft and dulled once it reaches you, like the gentle lull of a white cap against the shore. you breathe in, the cold night air stinging your nose. you need to go. 

“goodbye,” you whisper. to the city, to the government you had sworn yourself to, the people you gave your life to protect. you say goodbye to the life you had lived up to now. 

and as you leave, you think of him. 

you say your goodbyes to him too.

your first day in central command, donning the blue shoulder mark with gold insignia, you walked alone into the hallways. you were placed under mustang for care, just to be safe, to guide you along the idiosyncrasies of this outrageous position. “what’s your schtick?” he asked you on your first day.

“my schtick?”

“you know. what makes you special? what’s your research on?” 

“oh,” you chuckled nervously. “well it’s a little bit of everything.”

he offered you a cup of tea. you refused. “c’mon. don’t be shy. tell me.”

“no i’m— i specialise in imitating people’s power. like, your flame alchemy, or tucker’s chimeras.” you crossed your legs in your chair. “it’s really a little bit of everything.”

“couldn’t find something you liked so you came after all of us, huh?” he laughed, pouring his own cup of tea. 

“it’s still very… in the works,” you giggled. “i’m gonna need some help.”

“i got your back,” he promised, soft and gentle. almost genuine.

roy mustang was a charmer. you’d heard of him way before your alchemist exam, along the grapevine twisting through the streets of amestris. manipulative, sure. lazy, of course. you watched him then, kicking his feet up on his oak desk, not even minding the paperwork spread across the surface. “tell me about yourself.”

“i started practising alchemy with my fath—”

“about yourself, not your alchemy.” 

you were taken aback for a second, the sour taste of surprise on the tip of your tongue. “not—” you stopped short. when has anyone ever asked you about anything but your alchemy? “i’m from rush valley.”

“really?” he cracked a small grin. “i’ve never been. tell me about it.”

and so you did, telling him about the town’s centre that saw the rise of a lot of shops, unique cuisine. the rocky cliffs that loom over the land, and how you’d lived just a little out of the way, out of the city centre. “and coming to central city, it’s been…”

“weird?” mustang finished for you. “loud? busy?”

“all of those things,” you breathed, but still searching for the right word to grace your tongue. “but also, promising.”

the ishvalan civil war was easy on nobody. king bradley’s order #3066 had state alchemists doled out like weapons on the front line of ishval. you never wanted to; no one did. but it was an ultimatum; work for the fürher and steal millions of innocent lives, or lose your own. (you would have picked the latter. you should have.)

“you can’t say no,” roy told you, hands met in an uneasy camaraderie in front of him, placed squarely on his large oak table. “i’m sorry, major.”

“you call me major like you aren’t in the same rank,” you laughed, trying to ease the tension between the two of you. the knowledge, the impending judgement of the two of you hung like a stench between you, pregnant with silence, thick with nervousness. it clogged up your throat and stings your nose, and you could tell by the waver in roy’s voice that he felt the same. 

“you are still my subordinate.” he chuckled, leaning back slightly. you both wondered in what world you’ll ever be able to relax again. 

the clock ticked, seconds falling away. you’d been in this room, his office so much that you started to see parts of you in it; an extra cloak you’d left on your last visit, your favourite pen in his mug-turned-pen-holder, little sticky notes you’d left him, asking can i have my pen back? and please give me back my pen. and STOP STEALING MY PENS.

“will you be okay?” he asked, his voice softer now. like he was treading on water, on eggshells to see how you would respond. you look at him, curious black meeting your gaze, and you have to smile. have to brave through your own inhibition. because you rely on each other, you and roy. it was silly, it was naive to think that he thought of you as any more than a pesky colleague, a friend to waste time with. but sitting here, in the thick of your arriving judgement, divine intervention, you couldn’t help but want to lean over. plant a kiss on the bridge of his nose, tell him, i’ll be okay. we’ll be okay.

but you couldn’t. because roy mustang is roy mustang, serial flirt and untouchable. he was regal and elegant and everything anyone could wish to be. but beyond all of that he was your friend—your superior, someone who put his life on the line for you and his friends time and time again. you had a debt to him you could never repay, and admitting your feelings would only worsen the burden of it. so you sat where you were, and watched the crease in his brow deepen. watched him from afar as you always had.

“we’ll be fine, roy.” you assured him.

“we’ll be fine,” he agreed. “but they won’t.”

the morning of the extermination came, and you stood, surrounded by ash and debris and the echoes of screaming children. you could barely recognise the town anymore, bloodshed and tears twisting through the veins of the place. the ground beneath you shakes, and you couldn’t let yourself look at the destruction you were contributing to. the pleas, the looks on their faces before you knocked them to dust.

somewhere behind you, roy was thinking the exact same thing. one meticulated snap after another. a power promised to serve and protect, exploited to kill and conquer.

you ended the war. the state alchemists ended the war. but at what cost?

“the hero of ishval,” roy gnashed his teeth together, the two gilded stars added to his shoulder marks glinting in the reflection of the fluorescent light. “that’s what they’re calling me.”

his skill and notoriety earned him that title. his dedication to his service, his passion to go above and beyond for his state. but you watched him crumble to dust when you returned to amestris. watched him cry. the hero of ishval, reduced to a little boy who just wanted to be told good job. 

“i know,” you whispered, soft and delicate against his skin. 

“i killed those people,” he continued. “and they’re calling me a hero.” 

fucked up, wasn’t it? amestris’ best soldiers, choking back tears as they were awarded for their valiant efforts, for their skill and magnitude. for causing irreparable damage to a town that never meant harm. for killing innocent lives. for being a part of a system that exploited their men and women, using them as weapons when they had promised to protect. 

you held roy and he held you. for a few hours you sat like that, a fragile man refusing to cry, and you, trying to hold it up for him to rely on you. but the moment he reached up to you, lips next to your ear, and whispered, “you’re allowed to cry, major.”, you felt the unfamiliar pinprick of tears welling up behind your eyelids, the sting in your nose. 

“i didn’t want to do that,” you whimpered. “i didn’t want to—”

“i know, i know,” he hushed you softly, rubbing your back. your mind subconsciously drifted to the locked latch on his office door, for fear anyone would come in and witness a primitive moment between two friends, trauma-ridden and guilt-stricken, holding one another like the world burnt down around them. and perhaps it did. the world you’d once known. 

because the ishvalan civil war changed people. the ishvalan civil war changed you.

you tried to leave, tried to resign from service but they didn’t let you. 

“you’re too valuable to us as an alchemist, major,” general grand had set his foot down. “unfortunately, we cannot accept your resignation.”

you clenched your fist, your jaw locking. “yes, sir.” you grunted through your teeth, eyeing mustang who, lingering by the doorway, avoided your gaze. it was not said, but you can hear it in grand’s smile. 

run away, and we will find you. 

 and so it was settled; you would kill yourself to run away.

the plan is simple. set it on fire, and die.

of course, you don’t actually die. you leave your badge and uniform and shoulder marks there next to a mutilated, burnt corpse surrounded by raging fire, and you escape. you run from amestris, from the burden of knowing you killed innocent people.

you’d watched mustang’s fire alchemy enough to understand the mechanics of it. you knew that riza’s tattoo held the secrets to her father’s research, and mustang had, at her insistence, scorched sections of it off after he mastered it, but you’d seen enough that you could replicate it with fine little flaws that would go unnoticed to the naked eye. 

and so you’ll use that. throwing mustang under the bus wasn’t your intention. you didn’t mean for him to be your scapegoat, but seeing how much time you’ve spent with him, his alchemy is the one you know best. that you could replicate without major implications or fuck ups. and so you will, because you have nothing left to lose. 

the alleyway is narrow, dim-lit by the glowing orange fluorescent of the streetlamp that looms over you. little puddles of water ripple along the surface as you splash through them, the sair stuffy and damp. you have to get to the central library; you’d been there many times previously, roaming hallways and narrow aisles, picking up documents for your superiors, doing research for your yearly report. the place, while still well-secured and protected, is still the least patrolled of the central government buildings. 

you slip your hood up over your head, pulling your mask up. you give yourself one more chance to back out, to step away and go home. what are you doing? all this, all the trouble you’d been through over the years, all the friends you’d made, the work you put it; are you finally ready to throw it all away? 

yes. you are.

you pad softly towards the back of the library, the shrubbery and dark green shadows hide the cans of kerosene that you’d left here in preparation. you pull on your gloves— a makeshift version of mustang’s— and pick up one of the cans. you had no doubts in the nature of your alchemy; you knew you could start a fire. but the precision, the power, the strength to keep it going as long as needed, that was a skill that only mustang had mastered. 

it drools from the spout along the little pasture at the back of the building, and you’re careful to follow the plan you’d drawn out in your head, memorising the schedules, the paths of the patrolling officers. stepping cautiously as you come up to one of the half open windows you had left open in a room that went mostly unused, setting the can down before hoisting your legs over the sill, sliding inside. 

you reach over, grabbing the can and pulling it up into your embrace. you huff a small breath, slow and hesitant, looking up at the rows and rows of bookshelves that line the walls. 

just this room, you think. whatever is in here, people could miss it. hopefully the guards patrolling the library would find the room before the fire spreads too much, and by then, you’d be long gone. the stench of kerosene has stained your hands, but you pay it no mind as you begin to soak the old wooden bookshelves in pale yellow. you should, in theory, have time— the patrolling officer on duty should still be on the other side of the building. 

when you’re done, you’re out of breath. the kerosene fumes are getting to you; you need out, and out quickly. you let the can clatter to the floor, testing out your flame alchemy on your right hand. the can hits the floor with a loud thud, and you shrug it off. no one should be near enough to hear, you think. right?

god hates you. god is watching and praying on your downfall, because at that very moment you hear approaching footsteps and you freeze in your tracks. “is there someone in here?” comes a muffled voice through the door, low, commanding, familiar. 

the smell of the kerosene has to be obvious, wafting through the bottom of the door. you need to go; now. but the voice comes again, “hello?” and a shiver trickles down your spine.

it’s roy.

what the fuck is he doing here? you know state alchemists are sometimes called in to fill in for patrollers who call in sick or are posted elsewhere, a little placeholder before they find a new regular. but you didn’t know— you thought they only asked majors, nothing above the lowest rank of alchemy. here you are, staging the scene for your fake suicide and here comes your superior, the only man you’ve trusted in your life, ruining months of planning, weeks of preparation. 

go away. go away.

“i know there’s someone in here.”

go away. please, go away.

“the fuck— is that…”

the handle of the door jiggles, and you think. stay, explain and risk him selling you out to the central command, and spending the rest of your sorry life in central prison? or leave now, leave the kerosene and the soaked bookshelves to be found and your meticulous planning, obtaining and memorising routines and schedule, all for naught? when would you have another chance like this? 

as quiet as you can, you snap your fingers together. just a small flame would do, anything to just get the fire started. but your trembling hands fail you, the leather of the gloves slipping past each other without enough friction for the gases to instantaneously react and pop. the door swings open, and it’s too late to escape. 

“major?” roy looks at you, and you force yourself to meet his gaze.

“colonel,” you greet him, your voice threatening to shake. your throat squeezes.  

the look in his eyes is devastating. the softness against onyx glass, both confusion and understanding mixing in a melting pot of empathy. “major, what are you doing here?”

you watch him closely. note the holster on his hip, his quivering, hesitant hands. he stands at the doorway, slouched slightly. “i could ask you the same thing,” you whisper. 

the smell, the can lying at your feet, the slow, steady drip of excess kerosene. if he pieces it together now, he doesn’t show it. you’re frozen where you stand, your hands behind you shaking too much to attempt to snap, posture poised to escape by foot. “don’t tell me you were about to do what i think you’re about to do, major.” he says so softly, calmly it makes you angry. how dare he patronise you at a time like this. please, just be angry. yell, scream shout. you wish he would give you a reason to fight. 

but instead he’s taking his hand off the holster on his hip, holding them up in faux surrender, and steps closer to you. 

“roy,” you voice wavers, and you curse it. “leave.”

“i can’t do that,” he whispers back. 

you need to distract him. you need to get your fire going, or somehow get him to start it. why won’t your fire work? how could it fail you now, after months of practice? how do you distract him? your eyes dart around the dim-lit room, searching for a way out. an escape. something to throw at him and run. 

“major,” he begins. “i know it’s hard. we’re all in the same boat as you.”

“shut up,” you hiss, “you don’t know anything.” 

he shrugs, dropping his arms. “you think i don’t know anything? you think i wasn’t there killing those people next to you?”

you bite your tongue. it’s unfair of you to take out this anger on roy. unfair of you to invalidate his own experience when you fought side by side. distract him. distract him.

“don’t do this, major.” he reaches for you, gloved hand outstretched. distract him. “don’t do this. you have so much amazing potential as an alchemist, and you’re sweet and funny and all the other alchemists love you.” roy pauses for a second, weighing the words on his tongue. distract him, distract him and set it ablaze. “...i—”

you don’t let him finish. you take the last step forward, closing the gap between the two of you and pushing your lips onto his, sealing his words in his mouth. he’s taken aback, stumbling slightly with a slight squeak of surprise, before his eyes flutter shut. he relaxes into your unwelcome welcome kiss, and your mind’s reeling a mile a minute. you’d always wondered what roy’s lips felt like, the soft breath against your skin. you never thought he’d feel this soft. 

now. now. now. your hands move wildly behind your back, taking this welcome distraction to finally produce your flames but your wrist is met with sudden resistance, a warm grip wrapping around you. “i’m not stupid, major,” roy breathes against your lips. but you’re looking at each other now, eyes glimmering, and he’s the one who presses his lips back to yours, hands wrapped around your wrists, slipping off your gloves. “be a good girl now.”

ruined. ruined. ruined. you push him off of you, glowering at him with a retort on the tip of your tongue, but you watch him light your gloves on fire, evaporating within seconds, dull ash flittering to the ground. “fuck you,” you hiss. “i fucking hate you.”

“you don’t mean that,” he murmurs, eyes shimmering, backing you into the corner. your hip hits the corner of a desk, piles and piles of folders scattered against the surface. you yelp softly, but roy swallows your noises, cupping your cheeks in his big, leather-clad palms and kissing you softly. he's touching you, handling you with such affection, such mirth and adoration in his eyes. you'd never imagine in any lifetime that you'd be right here, inches away from his lips."do you mean that?"

no. no, you don't, and it becomes an ache in your throat; a fire to be sated, to be extinguished with his lips on yours. but you're so angry, so frustrated that all your plans have been for naught, putting a fierceness behind your kisses. it's gnashing teeth and biting lips, ragged breathing. fuck you, you think, curving into the swell of his jaw. fuck you. let me die. but none of it escapes past your lips. not when your pinned dead to his gaze, like a small flame behind the dark of his eyes. kindling, splintering fire.

"that's my girl," roy breathes, a small shudder leaving his lips. the smell of kerosene becomes familiar to you, the burning in your nostrils nothing more than a sting now. "up. get up."

"fuck you," you say again, but comply. there has to be some kind of nicotine, some kind of drug in his spit because you need him to kiss you. some kind of fire in his fingertips, because for a second you'd forgotten the whole reason you were in this room. all you can think about is how much you crave his touch. "fuck you."

he hoists you by your hips, up onto the table, shoving the contents to the floor. your breathing hitches and you pull him in by his collar, mashing your lips together. it's messy, clumsy, graceless, but neither of you care. all you can think about is the way he's gripping the sides of the table, almost shaking with the amount of force he has to reign in. you arch along with one another, lips wet and soft and warm.

"roy," you whisper, intonating like a whine, and you fucking hate yourself for giving in so easy. for listening to the ache in your tummy, the pull of his weight on you. maybe, your mind tries to scramble, the only part still rational. maybe you can still distract him. 

you curse the body that has betrayed you, but when his hands come up to your thighs, spreading them with little grace, and he says, "i know darlin'. i know." you can’t seem to find it in you to push him away. can’t find it in you to disobey him. 

your legs wrap around his waist, pulling him in deeper. his hair is soft, smooth, jet black as you run your fingers through it, tugging at the roots. he lets out a small groan, breathy and airy and you relish in it.

you ruined everything. everything.

it doesn't help for you to repeat these things in your head. it doesn't, because all it does is make you want him more, to kiss him and to conquer his battles. to prove him wrong, to show him what a disservice he did upon himself trying to stop you now. you need to make him want you, need you. you need to string him out, and cut him off.

and so you keep kissing him. kiss him until you're breathless, your voice lost in his throat, his spit dripping down yours. you're pulling him, more and more, over you that you collapse together against the large oak desk. you're spilling out of his hands and he's overflowing yours, the lewd sounds your mouth filling the gaps of air between you. "major," he breathes. "god, how long have you been wanting this?"

years. forever. ever since i met you. "i don't know what the fuck you're talking about," you spit at him, tugging him by the lapels of his jacket, hovering over your quivering body. "shut up and kiss me."

"yeah?" he taunts you. "want me to kiss you here, in the middle of your little arson case? want me to be nice to you when you were about to burn a building down? maybe you are a little stupid," he flicks your head. "you don't get to tell me what to do here, sweetheart."

you almost whine. almost thrash in his arms, almost throw a tantrum when he moves away from you, refusing the chase of your lips. "nuh uh," he continues. "you've been a very, very bad little girl."

the situation is ridiculous. what is his point in doing this, in taking away from you the only thing you've ever been brave enough to see through? he straightens up, gazing down at your figure sprawled against the dark oak table, glistening in the moonlight.

"you're beautiful," he whispers, dragging his fingers over your exposed skin. his touch lingers, raising goosebumps in his wake, and you shudder. ""what are you thinking about?"

the slick in between my legs. your hands on my skin. "how to set this shitty place on fire," you lie, gnashing your teeth together. "how much i want you to get off me."

roy chuckles, running a knuckle between your thighs. "are you sure that's what you're thinking about?" his skin makes contact with your heat through the layers of your uniform, and you keen. "something tells me otherwise."

you try to move, try to reach for his lapels or his coat or anything for some kind of leverage against him, to pull him down. but he stops you, gripping both wrists in one large palm.

"don't even think about it, major." he breathes against the skin of your thigh. "maybe i need to teach you a little lesson, hm?"

how did you even get here? in all the ways you'd imagined that this night would end, you'd never imagined this happening. not pinned under colonel roy mustang, his hands gripping yours above your head, some kind of tension palpable enough that you can hardly wade through it.

"you have no idea how much i've thought about this," he chuckles. "always wondered what you'd look like fuckin' powerless under me. never thought you'd be so fuckin' pretty, yeah?"

how much i've thought about this. your eyes snap up to meet his, a look of confusion crossing your features. "you— what?"

"don't pretend like you don't know, major," his fingers trace the seam of your pants, directly along your cunt. "you know what i'm talking about."

"no, i fuckin' don't," your retort catches you off guard, a small huff of breath exhaled through your lips in the shape of those words. "you—"

"and i know," roy's hands, skilled and gloved, shift to the buckle of your uniform pants. "that you've wanted this too. haven't you?"

you look at him. you don't know what you look like, and frankly you're scared you'd be humiliated if you did. because your eyes, rimmed with desperation, some sort of sick want to be held and told, good job, i'm proud of you, peer up at him innocently.

"answer me."

"yes." it's out of your mouth before you can stop it, but you don't bother hiding it. "yes, yes."

roy mustang undoes the buckle of your pants so swiftly you make it a mental note to ask him why he's so skilled at removing women's buckles, but it's lost to you the moment the stiff, starchy material falls away. the air is cold and his palms are so hot, burning you with every simmering touch he graces your unmarked skin.

it's almost ridiculous, the way he shimmies your pants down your legs. "c'mon, help me out a little here, sweetheart." he grunts, and you help him, lift your hips up just a little to let him in just a little more. it slides off with regrettable ease, and you're left pantsless in a cold room.

so thank god his lips are immediately on yours, because you suck the warmth right out of him that way. you take, take, take, your freezing fingertips to his burning ones and you keep taking until it hurts, until you're dizzy with heat. roy warms you up so nicely, snaking his arms behind your back and pulling you close to him, a tight embrace that you can't even begin to count how much years since you've felt.

"baby," he whispers, and the pet name makes you shiver, your core quivering. "tell me. do you think you've been a good girl these days?"

you look at him, kiss drunk, his lips swollen and red and so kissable. "no," you answer truthfully. "i've been far from it."

he gasps mockingly, kissing your forehead. "maybe you aren't that much of an airhead, baby,"

you flush furiously. on any other day, in any other circumstance you would have retorted, shot back with a comment of your own, but you can't. you don't know why. you're sunk, surrounded by waters, tossing you every which way, shallow enough to keep you alive, but deep enough that you could barely reach out of the water, call for help. you've sunken deep into this headspace, and you do what roy has never seen you do.

you whine. and you beg.

"need to feel you," you whisper. it's ridiculous, the rational part of your brain yells, but you can't seem to reconcile your thoughts to your actions, your words. "roy, roy."

"you think you deserve it?" he tuts, another finger rubbing a circle through the thin fabric of your panties, and you buck into his hands, pushing back for more, more. "i don't think you do. i don't think you deserve anything."

that makes you livid. it makes you flush, your cunt ache. "you're terrible," you spit. "if you won't make me cum, let me do it myself."

"i didn't say i wasn't gonna let you cum," he grins, pearly whites flashing fluorescent at you. "i just said i don't think you deserve me touching you just yet."

he bends down now, nosing against the damp spot on the centre of your panties, trailing soft kisses against the skin of your inner thighs, the junction for your legs meet your body, the sensitive skin between your legs and where you need him most. "what do you think, baby?" he whispers, peering up at you from between your legs. "do you think you deserve this?" he licks a stripe along the wet spot, and you clench, the ghostly feeling of his tongue against you brushing you against the wall of your orgasm.

"roy," is all you can manage.

"i asked you a question, major." he sticks his tongue out, pressing it flat against the crotch of your panties, the warmth and heat of his mouth making you gush even more slick. god, he's such a fucking tease, hands behind his back and refusing to touch you even as you buck your hips forward to meet his mouth. "answer."

"no," you almost sob. "no, i don't deserve it."

he smiles. wolfish, sinister. "that's right." he presses a kiss to your inner thigh. "you don't deserve this. i'm so fuckin' nice to give this to you, right? say yes."

"yes."

"yes, who?"

you look down at him, and he peers back at you, curious, demanding. you rake your hazy mind, trying to think whether he had mentioned something in passing to you, whether you keep the notes he's written for you. but nothing comes to mind. daddy? master? colonel?

what finds fruition on your tongue is, yes, sir.

roy mustang groans. groans, guttural and horrendously sexy, against the clothed dampness of your pussy. "sir, huh?" he teases you. "you like when your superior fucks you?"

another question. another, "yes, sir."

you can see the way it makes him flush, the tips of his ears turning red as he listens to you. "good girl," he grunts, licking another fat stripe up against the seam of your panties. "good fuckin' girl."

the feeling of his tongue on you, couples with the hands that slowly, slowly slither up from your calves to your knees to your thighs, to burn you alive. you can't help but whine, humping back against the ridge of his nose, the feeling of his tongue. "sir, sir," you whine. "wanna— wanna feel you."

you're gonna be the death of me, he thinks, looking up at you with an obsidian gaze. "want to feel me, baby?" he asks, slipping a single finger under the elastic of your panties. "want me to get rid of this stupid piece of cotton?" you nod frantically, your hands clutching the ridges at the head of the desk, vision blurry. "then beg."

when roy makes a command to you, you never hesitate to abide by it. never hesitate to drop what you're doing to join him for a meeting, or come with him for lunch. you hand him your pens when he asks for one. you do what he tells you, like a good subordinate. so now, it's in your very nature to obey him completely. "please, please sir. take off my panties, please."

"more."

"roy, fuck, please. please, pleasepleaseplease."

he looks at you, some kind of sick, twisted pity in his eyes. your voice, hoarse and strained, pitching upwards in a plea, it melts him. he, untouchable, invincible, reared to his knees. roy mustang kisses you once, twice, sweet spit slick on your lips. “good girl,” he whispers, and his fingertips dig underneath the flimsy cotton of your panties.

plain white, stretching over the curve of your hips and ass, a pretty pink little bow in the centre of the elastic. “pretty,” he whispers, almost mesmerising. “pretty little thing.”

he keeps his promises. always does. he tugs, once harsh, one more time gentle, and your hips lift intrinsically, the cotton falling away, down your hips to your thighs, revealing to him your slick pussy, cunt glistening with wet. he chokes back a groan, but his eyes never leave the string of slick that connects your skin to your panties. his eyes grow impossibly darker, gaze flicking up to meet yours. 

“you’ve been keeping this pussy away from me, huh?” he taunts, pulling your panties further down so it dangles by your ankles, before slipping them off completely, tucking it into his pocket. “years of fuckin’ teasing me, hiding this princess cunt away from me.”

you mewl. “shut up,” you moan, swivelling your hips to back up closer to him. “you— you never wanted me.”

“lies. fuckin’ lies.” he seethes, hunching over you. “look at you. you think i never wanted you? you’re irresistible, fucking insatiable. kept you around hoping one day you’ll cave.” he draws his bottom lip between his teeth. “and i’m fucking glad i waited.”

the words make you shiver. make you arch your back to chase more of him, desperate for some kind, any kind of touch. 

“be patient,” he huffs, drawing patterns into the plush flesh of your thighs. “you want this, huh? tell me. tell me you’ve always wanted me.” it’s a command but the way his voice pitches upwards, it finishes like a plea. tell me you want this too, he begs. tell me i wasn’t the only one who wanted this. 

“yes,” you answer, breathy. “i want— always wanted this,” his hands, warm, so warm, fit like a glove along the curve of your hips, the divots where your torso melds into your legs. “roy, wanted you.”

he groans. “you’re such a bad girl,” you can hear something moving, clunking like metallic, but you can’t keep your eyes open long enough to see, to understand. “need to teach you a lesson, yeah? say yes.”

“yes,” you gasp. “yes sir.”

“bad fucking slut, begging for her superior to fuck her dumb. aren’t you?” his voice is getting frantic, and you feel him moving against you desperately, his hips pressing to your bare, uncovered cunt. his pants, thick and rough, drag along your clit and you stutter out a whine before you feel it. 

the hardening bulge in his pants. the painful, excruciating fruition of his desire, prodding against your pussy. fuck. fuck. you want it, need it, more than anything else you’d ever thought about. 

“answer me, slut.”

“yes!” you wail, desperate, clinging on to his jacket. it’s infuriating, humiliating that you’re naked waist down, your suit and jacket haphazard on your torso while he’s still picture perfect, kept and clean other than the desperate tent in his pants. 

“close your eyes, major,” he commands you, and you frown, mouth open and poised to question him, but you’re met with a stern tap on your cheek and harsh words. “i said, close your eyes.”

you blink back at him, still defiant. 

something in his jaw shifts and you don’t see it happening, but his fingers come up to your collarbones, clad in leather and warm. they wrap around your throat, and he gives you a tight squeeze. you gasp, your throat bobbing under the sternness of his hands. “i’m not going to repeat myself, major.”

you can’t retort, not without your voice cutting out, your dignity wavering, so you let your eyes flutter shut. your hands coming down to grasp at his arm, not quite pulling him off, more a kind of grounding, centering yourself as shapes and colours spin behind your eyelids. your cunt throbs, clenching around nothing as he just squeezes harder, and then suddenly lets go. 

you stutter through a cough, a gasp, but force your eyes to remain closed. you don’t dare disobey him now, not as you feel him move against you, warm leather tracing down your thighs and lifting up, up, up to expose your bare pussy to the cold air. “s-sir,” you whimper. 

“shhhh,” he hushes you, and from the sound of his voice, the vibrations against your core, you can tell where he is; close to your pussy, right above it maybe. it proves right when you feel his tongue, warm, wet, soft run up along the slit of your pussy. you whine, a full body shudder rippling through you, crawling under your skin. “stay.”

the low timbre of his voice convinces you to listen, and stay. stay as he drags his tongue, tantalising, torturous against your cunt, lapping up any of your gush and slick. you can’t see anything, all your trust embedded in the man in front of you as he holds your thighs open, lips right up against your pussy. 

roy pauses for a while, the warmth of his tongue and fingers and draping presence leaving you cold for a second before you hear a bit of shuffling, a bit of rustling, shifting. “be good now,” he murmurs. “okay?”

and that’s when you feel it. cold metal, warming up as he drags it up, down along your slick. your eyes shoot open when it dawns upon you what exactly is pressing into your warm skin, a broken gasp tearing through your throat. his gun, his hands on the handle, nowhere near the trigger, guiding the tip against the slit of your cunt. “r-roy—”

“i said, be good,” he grunts, other hand returning to wrap around your throat. “i said i was gonna teach you a lesson, didn’t i?”

you can’t help but clench, can’t help but let your jaw drop open as the barrel rubs against your clit. “oh my god, oh my god,” you stutter through the constriction of your throat. why aren’t you scared? the feeling of the gun against your pussy does nothing to terrify you, but all to arouse you. it’s insane, the chill of the metal material pressing up against your welcoming slit, your pussy subconsciously gushing as it rubs again, and again, and again against the wet of your cunt and pushes in, your back arching into him as his gun fucks you. 

“you like my gun?” his voice is rough, scratching against your ear drums. he lowers himself, his thumb and index finger tightening against the pretty column of your throat. “you do, don’t you? don’t even know if i have my safety on, baby. i’m sure i turned it on, but—” but you cut him off with a mewl, and you can see the quick second of confusion on his face. 

“ah,” he says when he gets it, the frown in his forehead smoothing out. “you like the danger. you like that i could just—” he mimics the sound of a trigger and a shot, “— don’t you? tell me you like it.”

the oblong shape of the barrel fucks your walls strangely, warming up quickly bathed in the syrupy slick of your pussy. “i-i like it,” you whisper, barely audible over the schlick, schlick sound that your pussy makes every time he works the barrel into your tight pussy. you’re so debauched you can’t gather enough willpower to buck your hips down to meet the rhythm of his thrusts, just letting him stretch you open with the round tip of the gun. “h-haa,” you whimper, throat squeezing with the force of his hand. 

“good. good girl.” he breathes, shoving the gun deeper in. it’s humiliating, the way it hurts, the way that doesn’t even deter you from wanting more. the metal is solid, stiff, unyielding, unlike a normal cock. it doesn’t meld to the shape of your walls, or give way, but insteads stretches you out and open and begging for more. “taking it like such a good girl. learning your lesson, hm?” 

“shut up,” you hiss at him, trying to keep your eyes open, but they refuse. so you glare at him through hooded eyes, keeping them in focus, trying so hard to stop them from rolling back into your head. 

he tuts. gives you one last shove, the barrel of the gun pressed up against your sweet spot, and you fall apart, legs giving out and eyes rolling back. it’s all too much and yet not enough to cum; but just as you’re about to beg for more, just a little more, he pulls it out of you. 

roy relishes in the look you give him, part shock, part disgust, but most of all, annoyance. “roy—” you begin, but you don’t get to finish. 

“i was just calling you a good girl,” he murmurs, leaning down to loom over you. he brings his hand, gun in grip, up to your face, and presses the slick barrel to the seam of your lips, globs of clear and white coating the black polish of the gun. “you just had to go and ruin it, didn’t you?” he presses harder, and your lips part subconsciously, letting the warm metal slide into your mouth. you groan at the sour, sweet taste of you on your tongue, and drop your jaw to make way for the smooth surface of the gun. “suck. clean it up. lick it till it’s spotless.”

you frown at him, but he responds by shoving it further in, and you gag around the barrel. “i said, suck.”

like a cock, like his cock, you bob your head up and down the shaft of the gun barrel, taking all of it down your throat. you taste yourself, along with the tanginess of warm metal, melting together in your mouth, metallic and sour and disgusting, and yet you can’t seem to disobey. can’t seem to stop, or falter. because to you, right now, disobeying roy is so much more terrifying than the gun in your mouth. 

and he’s looking at you, really looking at you, a cross between some kind of admirer and a predator, wanting to consume you whole but savour it, mesmerise the curves of your body as he tears it apart. love as consumption, love as violence. 

“wanna fuck you on my cock,” he hisses, pulling the gun out of your mouth. “gonna let me? let me into your little princess cunt?”

your lips part in a soft gasp as he drags the bulge of his pants along your bare clit. “yes,” you answer, eyes fluttering shut. “please?”

roy looms over you, his figure hulking and dark. he tips your chin up with a single finger, his gaze so intensely sharp you feel it penetrating through your lungs, scuttling between your ribs. and then he goes soft, dips his head down to press his lips to yours ever so sweetly, groaning the tangy taste of yourself on your tongue. 

“give you what you want,” he grunts as he pulls away, hands unbuckling his belt, shucking it down just enough to free his cock. “gonna give my girl what she wants.”

his girl. if there was still any fight left in you after the last ten minutes it’s completely withered away now, the words burning through your torso and flicking out at the tip of your cunt. “your girl?” you ask, dazedly.

“my girl,” he repeats, pulling out his cock. your breath hitches as he lets it free, springing up thick and fat, a pretty shade of pink. the tip of it is bruisingly red, oozing precum in globs of pearly white, and he steps closer to you, scooping you into his arms. “my best girl.”

a whine climbs through your throat and tears out of your mouth. best girl. you aren’t, could never be, not with the lingering scent of kerosene in the room, almost forgotten in your haze to feel him moving inside of you. you aren’t good, nowhere near the best. but in this dingy, dim-lit room, your panties tucked in his pocket, your superior’s cock bumping clumsily against your slick covered folds, he’s convinced you're the best girl in the world. 

“let me in,” he all but begs, pushing closer. your hand slithers down two where you are about to meet, angling his cock for him. his hands are busy, one braced on the table, supporting himself, and the other wrapped around your back, keeping you close. “let me in, okay?”

the tip of his cock is excruciating. it’s fat, mushroom tip bludgeoning into the small slit of your pussy. you both groan, his forehead falling forward to press against yours as you work his tip into your cunt. “roy,” you whine, mewl, claw at his shoulders.

“i know, baby,” he grits his teeth, hand slipping to guide your hips further forward, tipping your back against the table. “open up for me— shit. you’re fucking tight.”

your back against the table, your legs hitched up against the edge, he manages to slip himself further into your tight heat, some kind of eminence in the way you both shudder and moan at the feeling of him stretching you out. “you’re so big,” you manage through muffled whimpers. your hands reach out for him, almost like you’re trying to grab him. “come— c’mere. roy. come—”

and he does, leaning over you and letting you wrap your arms around his neck, legs around his waist. he chuckles. “just wanted to be near me, is that it princess?”

you whine an affirmative, and he places a wet kiss on your forehead. “are you all the way in?” you ask, eyes barely open enough to glance down to see for yourself. 

“no,” the word makes your pussy clench tighter. he’s already nudging against the sweet spot of your gummy walls, already burning at the stretch of his cock in your pussy and he’s not even all the way in? you try valiantly to peer down where you are connected, where your poor, abused pussy is stretched out around the middle of his cock. “a bit more to go, okay?”

you nod, and he pushes, so fucking slow and steady until all of him is inside you, until you can feel him nudging against something deeper, sensitive. it feels like you’re suffocating, like you’re stuffed full of his cock; and you are. you are, stuffed to the brim, bursting at the seams. one move and you’re collapsing, falling apart, legs instinctively knocking together as you cry out. 

“stop that,” roy snaps, and you feel a quick sear of heat against your thigh. just a small pinch of flame, enough to bring you back to your senses. “keep them spread. got it?”

“y-yes,” you answer shakily. 

“yes who?” 

your pussy tightens and he hisses, tapping your cheek with enough force that your neck whips to the side. “yes sir, yes sir,” you babble unconsciously. he flashes you a grin, a cheshire smile that you fell so infatuated with, and now it’s here in front of you, balls deep in your pussy. crazy how life turns out, you barely manage to think before he’s rearing back and slamming into your pussy again. 

it’s calculated, the way he’s fucking into you, the tip of his cock ramming into your sweet spot again and again and again. he’s hammering at it, the cruel man, rutting in glee at the way you’re falling apart beneath him. your eyes are rolling back and hardly focused, glazed over with a sheen of ecstasy, and your jaw loose. he’s forcing small blabbers and whines and whimpers out of you with every malicious slam of his hips.

they’re earth-shattering. you’ve been fucked before, had men and women alike vy for your attention, but none have ever come close to the way roy mustang is fucking you right now. he’s so careful, so precise with the way he’s treating you, words soft and mellow, completely contradicting the rough, borderline torturous movement of his hips. “that’s my good fucking girl,” he whispers in your ear. “just lying there and taking it, huh?”

you feel something pressed to the side of your head. when your eyes come back into focus you glance to your left; the sheen of the metal gun greets you. the barrel pointed at the side of your head, roy’s fingers dangerously close to the trigger. 

“go on,” he murmurs. “keep fucking my cock.”

you don’t dare disobey. his hips still slightly, continuing a shallow thrust every so often. you whine but oblige, backing your hips down to meet his hips. “sir, sir,” you whimper, tears springing into your eyes.

he tuts. “don’t you dare complain,” he hisses, shoving the tip of the gun harder against your temple. “keep fucking my cock or i’ll pull it.”

you know he’s bluffing. the safety’s on, and he would never pull the trigger on a colleague, on a friend. but it freezes in your heart, a small hand wrapped in ice twisting around your ribcage and squeezing. the thought of it terrifies you, but more than that it arouses you. the laying down of your life in his hands, trusting him not to pull it. it excites you, sends a reckoning through your bones. so you do what you’ve always done for roy mustang, and that’s obey.

you’re pathetic, hips dragging uselessly up and down against his cock. he’s nice enough not to sneer at you, pathetic pussy half decent at swallowing his cock, because you’re so goddamn tight, so goddamn beautiful. half of him wants to drop the mean demeanour, just shower you in as much affection as he can. but the other, more rational part of him knows; you need to be taught a lesson.

“that’s it,” he smiles. “my little arsonist finally doing something good for once. think i fucked the lesson into you yet? think you can be a good girl now?” he takes you by surprise and shoves himself inside you down to the hilt, watching the way your tits jiggle under your uniform, your eyes rolling back as the tip of his cock kisses your cervix. “or do i have to cum in you, leave a little reminder?”

you shudder at his words, eyes going wide. god, god, he’s everything you’ve ever wanted, saying what you’ve always imagined him to say. suddenly, you’re begging again. words muffled, eyes glassy with tears. “cum in me,” you beg. “cum inside, knock me up, please.”

“yeah?” he muses. “need a constant reminder of how to be a good girl? a little life time punishment, give you a little baby? maybe that way you'll have to stay with me,” he’s growing restless too now, thrusts messy. “god, you know i’ll give it to you. c’mon. beg for it.”

you look up at him through the tinted glass of your tears. crystalline pearls running down your face as you beg, “please, plea— holy fuck, yes, right there! roy, roy please knock me up, please cum inside!” you’re not even caring, not even half awake to realise that your own orgasm is creeping up on you. the tightness in your abdomen, the sudden urge to—

“i need—” you gasp when you realise. “i need to go.”

“go?” he slurs, pussydrunk on your sloppy, gooey pussy. “go where, baby?”

“no,” you shake your head vehemently, taking the palm that holds the gun in both of yours, the gun clattering to the table as you guide him to your navel. “i have to go.”

his eyebrows pinch for a second before he realises. “you need to go.” he looks down now, at his hand hovering above your navel, your palms so much smaller in comparison to his. roy looks back up at you, something malicious flickering in his eyes before you feel his hand cover your tummy, and pushing.

the gasp that bubbles past your lips is criminal. the way your body reacts is almost primal, bucking into his arms, back arching. “roy, roy, stop—”

“hold it, okay?” he whispers, pushing a little harder. the pressure is insane, dizzying to you. “don’t you dare piss on me.”

“roy—”

“wrong name, baby.”

“sir,” you almost squeal, the combined force of his heavy thrusts and the pressure on your navel impossible to tolerate. you’re trying to reconcile your senses, trying to hold it as much as you can but it’s no use. “i have to, i have to go.”

“gonna piss on me?” he’s rough now, slamming his hips into you with a lewd slapping sound of his pelvis against your ass. “gonna wet yourself like a little untrained puppy? i thought you were my good fuckin’ girl.”

“it hurts,” you whimper. “can’t hold it, can’t.” 

“just a little more,” he coos at you, relishing in the way your face pinches, genuine desperation painting your cheeks. “just hold it a little more, okay? you can do that, can’t you?”

you want to shake your head no. but if there’s anything that you’ve learnt tonight it’s to obey roy mustang. so you do, holding as he continues the torture on your cunt. his hand leaves your navel, coming down instead to toy with your puffy clit, sore and neglected. you bite your lip, muffling the whimpers that threaten to betray you as he rubs a slow, torturous circle against you. 

“hold. it.” he says one more time, and you can’t listen, can’t obey. not with his fingers speeding up, rubbing your clit with precise movements. not with his cock buried inside of you, pressing against spots you never even knew anyone could reach, before pulling back and slamming into you at a pace that makes you dizzy. all of it, all of it is so much.

and when you cum, you cum hard.

the pressure on your bladder releases as you cum, your stream gushing out as your cunt tightens around his cock. a loud moan claws through your throat, head tipping back as he fucks you through it, the wetness and sloppiness additional lube to ease the chase of his own high. it’s messy, wet, disgusting; and roy’s looking at you like you hung the moon.

“pissed all over me,” he snarks, and you can only whimper, the aftershocks of your orgasm still catching up to you. your mind’s a haze, clouded over with the wet, warm feeling of liquid pooling under your ass, on his pants, all over the both of you. “couldn’t even listen to simple instruction.”

“i tried,” you beg. “please— i’m sorry.” 

sorry. that’s new. that’s something he’d never heard from you. an apology, and a genuine one at that; or as genuine as a post-cumming apology can be, with his fat cock still inside you. it rears something in his head, a flame igniting. “i’m gonna fuck you now,” he whispers. “gonna use you ‘til i cum inside you. wanted me to knock you up, right?” he pants, head dropping to rest against yours. “tell me again. tell me where you want it.”

“inside,” you breathe, your mouth hanging open. he pants into your mouth and you want to swallow him whole. “want your cum i’side.”

“gonna give it to you,” he whimpers. he’s close, so close. 

“sir,” you whisper. “roy.”

“yeah?” he strains. 

“i—” you begin, but it gets caught in your throat, with a particularly strong thrust into you, pushing past the limits you didn't even know could be reached. your words are swallowed by his kiss, a desperate press of his lips to yours as he reaches, chases, grasps his orgasm. and it’s you, wrapping your legs around him and sighing, that push him over the edge. 

it’s blinding, the feeling of his cock throbbing inside you as he cums. his cum is warm, thick, and you can feel it filling you up slowly. “oh my god,” you whimper. “yes, yes.”

“take it,” he grunts, shoving himself further into you. “take it, take it.” and don’t waste a drop, he can’t find the tongue to say. 

you hold each other as you come down from your high, breathing and panting heavily. your foreheads are pressed against one another, and it’s like now that his balls are emptied in your womb, all sense and sensibility come flooding back. his brain’s finally the one in charge, and yet he doesn’t want to leave. 

but despite himself, he has to. for his job, his country. “baby,” he whispers softly, after a few minutes. “what were you doing here?”

you don’t want to answer. you wish, wish to whatever deity is looking down upon you now will show you mercy, swallow you whole into the ground. but nothing changes, and he’s just looking and you and looking at you. you don’t know how to answer. 

“were you,” he begins. “going to set it on fire?” 

“just this room,” you promise quickly, sitting up to grab at the lapels of his coat. “leave my uniform and shoulder marks, produce a corpse.” he looks at you, pity stirring in his dark eyes. “run away.”

from you.

“i can’t, roy,” you beg him to understand. to acknowledge you beyond pity, but as a person. “i can’t serve as an alchemist anymore. not when i have blood on my hands.” 

“you don’t—”

“i do,” you plead. “i took an oath to protect and i ended up killing.”

“for the sake of amestris.”

“for the sake of the führer,” you bludgeon on. “for whatever stupid reason he had to attack that innocent town. they didn’t have to die, roy,” you’re on the verge of tears, and he drops everything to hold you now, scoop you into his big, big arms. “i want— marcoh left, so many others resigned, why can’t i?”

you grieve for a life lived disillusioned, a state that promised you success and made you kill for it. you grieve for a hand that has touched blood, spilled blood. you grieve not only for who you were before this, but who roy was, who the other state alchemists were. you grieve for the people you were forced to eradicate, a city turned to dust in just days. the ishval civil war changed you, changed everyone, and you needed out. 

roy holds you as you cry, lets a few of his own tears fall as he listens to you. the wreckedness of your voice, the hoarse throat; roy never believed in higher powers, but he calls on them now to keep you safe, to keep you healthy and strong, and to never let you cry these crystalline tears ever again. 

“go,” he whispers. “i’ll handle the rest.”

you still. look up at him. “what?”

“i said, go.” he can’t look you in the eye, focusing instead on his gloved hand, and what he was about to do. “promise me you’ll be safe.”

divine intervention. a way out. an escape. “you…”

“major,” he begins. “it was a pleasure serving with you.”

roy turns to look at you one last time, onyx eyes soft and mellow, brimming with glassy tears. you can see the way his lip trembles, aches to feel yours one last time. “likewise,” you whisper, just loud enough for him to hear. “it was a pleasure, colonel.” 

he watches in silence as you hop off the table, leaving your uniform and your marks on the ground, amidst the puddle of kerosene on the other side of the room. watches as you soak them up, and look at him. “you don’t have to,” you start, your voice wavering. 

“it’ll happen anyway,” he laughs, but there’s a hesitance, a reluctance behind it. “i said it once, i’ll say it again. i got your back.”

you give him a watery smile. “thank you, roy.” there’s a moment of silence, a beat passing between the two of you. you know time is not, has never been, on your side, and it doesn’t let up, not even in this moment. your goodbyes have to be quick. 

so you take a small step forward towards his unmoving figure, and reach up on your tiptoes. he doesnt move, just holds his breath, and you kiss him. sweet, genuine, melting. your lips are soft, bruised a little from your previous interaction, but he savours it all anyway. the way you gasp when he kisses you back, planting his hands against the small of your back to bring you closer. the sway of your body in his arms. the way you hands slip into the divots of his coat, clutching it like a lifeline. he drinks it all in, and knows this is the last time he will see you, kiss you, touch you. 

i love you, he wants to whisper, desperately, clinging onto you. i love you, i love you, i love you. 

but he doesn’t. he lets his lips and his hands speak those words, flood out of his fingertips like waves crashing upon a shore. don’t leave me, please.

but you do. you have to. your mind’s made up, and when you part, he can see the hesitance on your face fade. “i'm sorry,” you whisper. "goodbye."

and before he can whisper goodbye back, before he can convince you to stay one more moment, you twist out of his grip and climb out the way you came from. you don’t stop to look back. you don’t stop, and before long, you’re a shadow in a sea of static, blending in with the night.

behind you, central library roars to life. more than just the room you’d doused in kerosene, you’re sure. the size of the fire is terrifying to witness, plumes of smoke rising to the sky. you can hear the shouts of agony, of worry, the sound of the city waking up to its newest accident. but you’re long gone.

amestris has crumbled before you. life long dreams shattered, the pursuit of happiness ending in the path to disillusion. 

there’s a piece of paper in his coat pocket. roy pulls it out, words illuminated by the bright flames.

eastern desert.

a sudden knowing. another door open. he smiles.

he tosses the paper into the fire.

#reposting bc it didn't show up in tags last night lmfao #still on break just wanted to post this #roy mustang x reader #roy mustang #roy mustang smut #roy mustang x you #fmab smut #writing tag #tw.gunplay #tw.watersports #tw.babytrapping

[midnightmoonkiss]

Albedo watersports and omorashi sounds so sexy though holy fuck-

Albedo X AFAB! Reader

WARNINGS!: Omorashi , Watersports kinda

18+ Minors Do Not Interact !!!

RIGHT???!? He’s like the only other character who I think would be into it (Childe being the other.. maybe Kaeya and Ayato but thats a maybe..)

LIKE.

Everyone is ok if accidents happen, no Genshin character is grossed out by these kinks should you have them, they’d indulge, I just dont feel like it’d interest them as much as it does Albedo

Piss Prince (jk)

Albedo likes testing his and your limit, ofc bladder is involved...

I can imagine him (after getting consent) getting you to drink a bunch of liquid before engaging in.. sexual activities..

Imagine it right..

Face buried in a bunch of pillows, knees spread wide apart, hands helplessly clawing at the sheets as you whine at the strain on your bladder and the pleasure of your alchemist boyfriend’s perfect cock pounding into you, angling his hips just right to hit that special little spot deep inside you with each thrust.. he knows you so well, after all.

Wet slaps bounced around in his room, soft bed creaking with every forward movement he made.

Albedo’s warm, bare chest would be flushed to your arching back, sadistic smile on his pink lips. Loose, silky strands of his sandy-blonde hair fall over your shoulder as his free hand rests above your bladder on your tummy.

He couldn’t help himself, he wanted to know your limits. Albedo could feel how large and full your bladder was as he fucked into you at a brutal, mind numbing pace, heavy and full balls slapping against your twitching clit.

It was so overwhelming, the desperate desire to keep it all in to avoid embarrassment.. even if letting go when you couldn’t hold it anymore was exactly what he wanted.

How lewd..

He’d definitely be saying something like-

“Tell me.. how long can you hold it in for? Are you going to piss yourself soon, love? Hm?” His words are laced with curiosity and malicious teasing intent - but soft spoken and full of love. So like him.

The famed alchemist kissed your already marked up neck, humming with satisfaction as he felt your body burn with embarrassment.

‘So cute..’ He’d think to himself.

Reaching for one of your hands, he lace his fingers with yours, palm pressed to the back of your hand, the intimate action almost seeming out of place with what was happening down below.

Albedo adored listening to your whines and pleads, so wanting for more but at the same time begging for him to stop and let you go to the bathroom.

Albedo wasn’t cruel, if that’s what you truly wanted he would let you go.. but you knew the safe word, if this was too much you’d tell him.

Pleads and cries turned into quiet sobs and hiccups, inability to hold it in any longer making quite the mess out of both your and his thighs and onto the many layers of thick towels below.

He’d chuckle, cooing at you whilst licking away your tears. His question was finally answered, glancing at the pocket watch on his bedside table. He’d have to write this down later..

Despite the conclusion, his movements didn’t stop, thrusting into your addictive tight heat as you made such a warm mess.. To ease your discomfort, he moved his hand from your stomach, middle finger gathering some slick between your legs before rubbing slow circles around your little bundle of nerves.

It’s alright, he assured, he’ll clean it up and praise you for doing so well with this experiment.. perhaps he’ll have to run more, hypothesis’s already forming in his head as he grunted.

Right now, though, he wondered if you’ve become more sensitive now thanks to the release of your bladder..

Yes, so many things to figure out.

You’ll help him, right?

#uhn #so #ahah #ahahah #uh #tw.watersports #tw.omorashi #albedo x reader #albedo kreideprinz x reader #albedo x you #n/sfw #yeah im gross whatever #cries #genshin impact x reader #cw.omorashi #cw.watersports #ive never posted uh something #like this before so #worried but #eheh

[miyaagis]

oikawa is a handsome man, there’s no denying it. he might be twice your age but his trademark charm never fails to lure you in. too bad he’s your dad’s best friend

+ pairing. oikawa t. / fem reader

+ word c. 2,730

+ warnings. age gap, alcohol, mild degradation, mindbreak, noncon filming, squirting, watersports, mating press, one (1) slap in the ass, u call him uncle but he isn’t, so pseudo-cest? no beta we die like men

+ author n. my piece for the miki mouse whorehouse collab ♡ three weeks late, yes

the mid-afternoon sun burns above you, your exposed skin glowing under its blaze as you try to ignore the bickering of your dad’s friends.

oikawa’s playlist blasts through the speakers, the one with latin songs and that he’s been listening to since he went to argentina (according to uncle makki). you hum along with the beat unconsciously, so close to dozing off that you miss the sound of the approaching steps.

“a drink for the princess.”

flirty brown eyes meet yours through the tinted glass of your sunglasses, his handsome smile making your heart skip as you sit up and take the cold drink from his hands.

oikawa takes the seat next to you, handing his phone over to you to let you choose the next song. his fingers trace the rim of his beer bottle as he watches you type something on the screen before leaning back against the chair.

“my dad will yell at you for giving me alcohol,” you peer up at him, taking the straw between your lips.

he takes a long sip of his beer in hopes of calming down the myriad of thoughts swirling in his mind. it’s sinful how the wet fabric of your swimsuit clings onto your form while you lie under the sun—unbothered. but it’s even worse how the star of those thoughts it’s his best friend’s daughter.

“you’re an adult, you’re allowed to have fun.”

you scoff, “tell him that.”

iwaizumi has never been a strict parent but he likes to play the overprotective dad role every once in a while.

“he’s your dad. it’s kind of his job,” he tilts his head in his friend’s direction, his stare serious before switching into a playful one, “and mine is to be the cool uncle.”

you can’t help but snort, “who said you were cool?”

oikawa fake gasps at your statement, but his posture immediately tenses up as uneasiness takes over his body. 

he doesn’t have an idea when it all started, or when did the playful banter between you two turned into this unbearable sexual tension. many nights he has been haunted in his dreams by your cute but taunting smile, poking fun at him until his lips land on yours, and kissing you until you’re reduced to a pathetic whimpering mess.

“–kawa you asshole!”

hanamaki’s voice snaps him out of his trance, both of your heads turning to look at said man as he scolds matsukawa for spilling his drink on the table.

“don’t stay under the sun for too long,” oikawa suddenly stands up, shooting you a forced smirk, “or you’ll get wrinkles.”

you stick your tongue out at him and watch him walk away, staring at his back while a silly smile settles on your lips.

—

the sun has already set when you make your way inside.

you ignore the two drunk men passed out on the couch as you look around for your dad, but when you fail to catch sight of him, you decide to take a look in the kitchen.

oikawa’s shirtless back greets you, his muscles bulging under his tanned skin as he seems to be struggling with a bottle of wine.

“you’re doing it wrong.”

he immediately halts his movements and turns to look at you, “i’m sorry?”

you smirk, “you’re forgiven.”

he scoffs at your little joke, but when you see the hint of a smirk tugging his lips upwards you know he’s enjoying it as much as you are. with a push of your hips, you shove him aside and grab the corkscrew from his hands.

“this, is how you do it.”

he leans on the kitchen counter with his elbow as he observes you do your thing, “you’re being too awfully cocky lately.”

“not my fault you can’t open a wine bottle the right way,” you shrug before smiling triumphantly once it's open, taking a swig of the bottle.

it’s probably the way your eyes gleam under the dim lights, or how your lips look plump and glossy after drinking the wine. either way, the words leave oikawa’s mouth before he can think twice.

“oh? care to tell me what else i don’t do the right way?”

you watch as he takes the bottle from your hands and takes a sip, “you’d be surprised. i know more than what you may think.”

“i doubt it.”

“try me.”

the words hang in the air, the hidden meaning begging to be addressed but you stare at each other in silence, your chests heaving up as you wait for the other to make a move.

“do you know what’s been on my mind lately?” he’s the first one to break the silence, his figure looming above you while his hand moves to rest on your hip.

your breath hitches as you shake your head. gone is the playful gleam in your eyes, his stare feeling as if he’s a predator and you the helpless prey.

“you.”

he pauses, gauging your reaction while you feel your heart pounding wildly in your chest.

“oi!” 

you both jump at the sound of your dad’s voice. iwaizumi stands behind you with his car keys on hand, exhaustion evident in his posture.

“they’re hammered, i’m going to drive them home. you need a ride?”

the question’s directed at oikawa, who’s suddenly feeling like a deer caught in the headlights.

did he see anything? he wonders. but the tired look in his best friend’s face lets him know he doesn’t suspect a thing.

“nah, i’m good,” the odd look iwaizumi sends his way prompts him to come up with an excuse, “i’ll clean up and then i’ll be on my way out.”

on a normal day, iwaizumi would’ve refused. but if he could escape your mom’s wrath after the mess they made, then he’d take it in a heartbeat. good thing she’s out on her casino night.

“thanks, man. see you around.”

you both watch as he exits the kitchen, the tense atmosphere remaining even after hearing the front door close behind the three men.

you can’t help but deflate a bit, sensing the ‘moment’ between you is gone.

“where were we?”

your eyes widen and refuse to meet his, choosing to fiddle with your fingers as you repeat what he said earlier in a small voice, “you said… you said you were thinking of me.”

oikawa has to stop himself from cooing at your nervousness, humming instead as he takes one step in your direction.

“mhm, all day,” his hands snake around your waist to pull you flush against him, “i’ve been thinking about fucking you.” 

a small gasp leaves your mouth, a satisfied smirk tugging at the corners of his lips.

“you enjoyed teasing me, didn’t you? parading around in that slutty swimsuit of yours with your tits spilling out of your bra?”

he hauls you up by your waist and places you on the granite counter, settling himself between your legs, “i could see your nipples getting hard, begging to be kissed,” one of his hands leaves your waist and moves upwards to pinch your nipple. he can’t help but coo at the faint whimper that escapes your lips, “hmm, so cute.”

oikawa’s lips connect with yours, his other hand holding you by the back of your head while the other keeps rubbing the hardened nub. once his tongue glides into your mouth, breathless moans fill the kitchen.

“a-ah, uncle tooru,” you run your fingers through his hair, pulling him closer.

he starts to make his way down, kissing your neck and collarbone before he reaches your chest. his teeth graze your hard nipple, toying with it while a large hand moves down between your legs and pushes the fabric covering your pussy aside.

two long fingers prod between your folds, sliding in easily and making you groan.

“naughty girl, so wet already,” he rasps in your ear, throat dry at the sight of your wet folds.

the wetness dripping from your hole immediately coats his digits, making it easier for him to tease your insides. the pads of his index and middle fingers curl upwards to touch the soft walls, massaging them in slow movements.

“mm, fuck–” it’s exhilarating how good he’s making you feel just with his fingers, pulling moans so effortlessly out of you.

“feels good, hm?”

“yes, yes, so so good–” your head falls limp against his shoulder, your hands resting on his biceps as you try to hold onto something, “please… faster.”

the pace of his hand picks up while his thumb brushes over your clit, watching you lose yourself in the pleasure. his cock hardens at the filthy sounds of your pussy sucking his fingers in and your wanton moans.

“so needy,” he murmurs, a breathless chuckle falling right in your ear, “be a doll and cum for me. will you? c’mon, baby. i know you can do it.”

your grip on his shoulders tightens, his encouraging words awakening something in you that has you cumming right after. warmth floods your body as you chant his name desperately, the friction of his finger against your clit prolonging your high and making it difficult to catch your breath.

it takes you a minute to recover from the daze, his body-heat overwhelming you and fogging up your mind.

it’s not until he takes his fingers out of your dripping core and has a taste of your juices when he truly feels the lust take over him.

oikawa immediately picks you up from the kitchen counter, your legs wrapping around his torso as he blindly makes his way to your room.

his mouth moves hungrily against yours, your bodies occasionally colliding against the walls since you refuse to let go of each other. once you reach your bedroom, he pushes the door open and places you on the bed, climbing on top of you and latching his mouth onto your neck.

“baby, i need to– hmm,” the roll of your hips against his front causes his cock to twitch in his shorts, “need to fuck you.”

your eyes close when he moves your bra down and starts sucking on your nipple, one of your hands tangling in his hair and pushing his face onto your chest.

“want you so badly, please.”

“don’t worry, princess. i’ll make you cum again, so many times, and fill your needy cunt with my cum,” he murmurs against your chest, his tongue gliding over the sensitive skin while he rolls his hips against your core, “you’re gonna be a good little slut for me, right? bounce on my cock like a bitch in heat?”

you have never heard something so filthy leave his mouth, the promise of another orgasm sending a jolt down to your center.

“y-yes, i’ll do whatever you want! just please, fuck me.”

“yes, what?” his eyes glint with malice as he looks down at you, waiting for you to reply.

“yes... sir.”

a captivating smile graces his lips as he moves up from your chest to your face, his mouth hovering right above yours, “good girl.”

before you can process his words, he flips you on top of him, his hands going straight to your ass and squeezing the flesh. you notice the hardness underneath you and you have to stop yourself from bucking your hips against it.

with a tap on your butt, he signals you to lift your hips, taking off his shorts and turning to the side to place them somewhere. but in your drunken state, all you can focus on is on the cock in front of you, the flushed head glistening with pre-cum and causing your mouth to water.

he’s turning around when you wrap a hand around his girth, making him jolt under you before you lift your eyes to stare back at him.

“patience, baby. i’m not going anywhere,” he chuckles at the same time you rub his cock between your folds. his eyes stare intensely at you, watching you coat him with your juices before aligning him with your hole, “shit, i wish i could watch you like this forever.”

“you can have me whenever you want, sir. i’m yours.”

his cock parts your lower lips as you start sinking down, the vein on the underside of his shaft rubbing deliciously against your walls until he’s bottoming out. his hands rest on your hips, letting you get used to the stretch before he starts to rock you back and forth, slowly.

“feels so good… m-more.”

strong arms wrap around your waist, bringing your torso down until your breasts are pressed against his chest. his thrusts become intense, making you squeal as his laugh reverberates in his chest. he slaps your ass with one hand, groaning when your walls clamp down around him.

“tightest cunt i’ve ever fucked,” he groans.

“h-harder, fuck me harder,” you plead and, in a matter of seconds, he’s ramming his cock into you just like you asked. the friction of his length against your insides makes you dizzy, your mind wandering to how would it feel to be filled with his seed, “god– ugh, want your cum.”

“hm? my pretty little cumslut wants to milk me dry?”

he pushes you up as he slows down his pace, whines leaving your mouth in frustration. oikawa helps you bounce on top of him, his pelvic bone brushing against your swollen clit which causes your orgasm to approach faster than expected.

“‘m so close,” your rhythm falters, hips moving back and forth desperately in search of that delicious friction, “gonna cum, sir. please, make me cum.”

oikawa’s grip on your hips tightens, one of his hands moving down to your clit and rubbing it in fast circles, “shit– so tight,” he moans when you clench your muscles around his cock, feeling it twitch inside of you, “fuck, fuck, i’m cumming!”

he barely manages to rasp out before warm spurts of cum paint your walls, his cock throbbing against them while he keeps moving in and out of your hole. you follow suit, your pussy trembling around him as you both ride out your orgasms.

his cock visibly twitches once it's out of your cunt, lying flat on his stomach while white cum slowly drips on top of it. spreading your asscheeks, he stares at your glistening cunt and watches your juices coat him before flipping you onto your back. his entire weight rests on top of you, caging you in a mating press and entering your raw walls again.

“s-sir, no more! ‘m too sensitive– ah,” your legs are shaking at the overstimulation, his cock reaching so deep that you can feel it nudging at your cervix.

he grunts as he keeps thrusting into you, his balls slapping against your ass while you try to fight him, “one more, baby.”

“i-i can’t! no, no, no, please...” your nails dig in his muscles, a futile attempt to get him to slow down.

the slapping of skin on skin is loud, your cries encouraging him to drill harder into your pussy until he’s flooding it with his thick cum.

“shit, princess. of course you can. isn’t this what you wanted? you’re such a slut for me, i’ve known it all this time.”

you know you want to cum, but another tingling feeling settles on your belly and, after a perfectly directed thrust from his part, you gush around his cock.

“holy shit.”

everything seems to stop around you, drooling and babbling nonsense as you’re sent into a high that leaves your mind floating, your body growing limp under oikawa as he continues to fuck your hole until he’s filling it again.

the euphoria stops you from noticing when he pulls out, also missing how he remains above you with his softening cock in hand and pumping it slowly. a groan escapes your mouth when a sudden warmth soaks your sweaty skin, making you close your eyes and bask in it.

“fuck, baby,” he angles his cock in your direction, allowing his piss to pour down onto your ruined pussy and down your bedsheets, “look at you, my pretty little slut.

your craving for him was so powerful that you failed to notice the phone standing on your bedside table, angled directly at you. even when familiar moans blare through its speakers after oikawa picks it up, smiling down at it as he readies himself to enter you once more.

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[bokutoslittlebird]

Request: nii!bokuto fucking y/n dumb at a team reunion party and the whole team ends up joining.

Okay so I made it so the whole team is there but Akaashi and Konoha are the only ones who really get to do anything. The others are enjoying the show.

Warnings: incest, humping/grinding, voyeurism/exhibitionism, watersports/piss play, gangbang, squirting, fire play/lighter use, breeding, dirty talk, cum shots, human urinal, thigh riding, asphyxiation briefly creampie, swallowing urine

Kōtarō-nii + Gangbang [includes Bokuto, Akaashi, Konoha]

It’s just supposed to be a little get together was what you were told. Two hours later, each old teammate of Bokuto was still downstairs, chatting and laughing. Every time Bokuto laughed so joyously, it rubbed you the wrong way. It was like he forgot about you, sitting back and talking to his old teammates. You were supposed to be hidden out of sight, but your needs needed to be met and if that meant walking downstairs to remind your brother you were still waiting for him, that’s what you’d do.

You didn’t expect him and his friends to wave you over.

“[Y/N]! It’s been so long since I’ve seen you! Visiting your nii-san, eh?” Komi asked, an eyebrow raised. ‘Visiting’ was one way to put it, but you were actually living with Bokuto, guest room still unused as your belongings were in his bedroom.

“Guess you could say that,” Bokuto threw out, then continued. “She’s going to college here, so it’s easier to live with me than pay for on-campus living,”

“Saving money, I see,” Akaashi piped up, taking a drink from his glass. It was just water, which meant they weren’t drinking alcohol. Bokuto had a soda, but everyone else looked like they were drinking tea or water.

“Hey, [Y/N],” Bokuto tapped you on the shoulder, making you turning your head towards him. “Can you get me another drink?”

“Of course, Kōtarō-nii,” taking his empty bottle, you go into the kitchen to see where he keeps the soda. Since he doesn’t want you to have any, they’re usually up high. Standing on your toes, you still can’t reach the sweet drinks. To speed up the time, you hop on the counter only to feel someone’s hands guiding you off.

“Don’t hurt yourself,” Bokuto says, caging you to the counter. “I thought I told you to stay upstairs,”

“I was bored, nii-san,” you whine, pressing yourself against him. “You’re ignoring me,”

“I’m entertaining my guests. You need to learn how to be patient,” he whispers, one of his hands rubbing at the spot between your thighs. “You’re dripping. Have you been touching yourself?”

“It’s not the same, plea—”

“If you’re good, I’ll fill you up so many times you’ll be swollen with my seed, how about that?” You nod your head, still pressing yourself against him. “Stop pushing yourself on me or I’m gonna have to punish you,”

With a final warning, Bokuto gets his own drink and removes himself from you, sighing as he sees your pout. Pressing a kiss to your forehead, he pats your head. “Just another hour, okay?”

That’s what he said.. an hour ago.

Sitting beside him was almost too much to bear. Knowing he could take you whenever he wanted to and him knowing you’re desperately waiting for him to touch you, it’s all too much. Even as your thoughts swim with the image of him absolutely ravishingly you in front of his friends, your pleading eyes and a pout his way whenever he glances at you, yet all he gives is his arm around your shoulders. As a good big brother should, but this is getting to be too much.

Sarukai is the one who decided to play a game. It was a silly card game you played as kids, but it was fun to pass time. Since you didn’t wanna play, you had to sacrifice your spot to Akaashi, your bottom instead being placed on Bokuto’s thigh. A warning squeeze on your hip was all you got, quickly telling them that you were cold which they all brushed off, going on with the game. He was like a heater, warmth rising from beneath his clothes, but it just made you more hot and bothered. It wasn’t until he started rubbing a hand on your thigh — inner thigh, included, his fingers brushing against your sensitive area — did you really feel impatient.

You hoped nobody would notice as your body started moving, and it seemed like they didn’t. Legs on either side of his thigh, you rubbing yourself against him, trying to get as much friction as you could. Bokuto doesn’t stop you, his hand instead rubbing soothing circles into your hip as you continue to grind against his thigh. Eventually, you end up humping his thigh as the rubbing effect wears off, only to have him lean down to your ear. “You can’t wait, can’t you? Such a needy slut needs to be punished, you know?”

There’s no other warning, you suddenly being pushed in the middle of the game as everyone shoots back in shock, surprised at Bokuto’s actions. “You’ve wanted this for a bit, haven’t you? That’s why you’re even wetter, isn’t it?” He smiles down at you, prying your shorts off. He then addresses the guests of his abode, “you guys get to see how much my beloved sister loves me,”

With your shorts and panties off, you’re staining the wooden table with your dripping juices as Bokuto gets his cock out. His friends seem into it, sitting back on the couches and chairs, eyes glued to the way Bokuto spreads your sopping cunt, clenching around nothing as you wait for him in anticipation. Licking his lips, he sinks into you, without letting you adjust as your legs tense and your toes curl, squeezing him as he pushes himself all the way in.

“Did you already cum?” He asks, seemingly dumbfounded by your sudden orgasm. You don’t answer, simply keeping your head against the table and having your eyes rolled into the back of your head. With no response, he decides to roughly thrust up into you, making you gasp as he pushes in so far, feeling so full as he snaps his hips to yours, your hands grasping at the edges of the table as you moan. Through your blurry vision, you’re able to see his old teammates with their own cocks out, hands around the thick appendages as their eyes are trained on how well you take in their former captain’s cock.

It’s only mere seconds before you’re mewling, back arching as you’re clamping around his cock again, body twisting with the force of your orgasm as you shake. Bokuto removes himself from your cunt, though, making you whine. “Don’t worry. I’m gonna let my friends have a turn with you, though. You seem eager Akaashi, wanna go first?”

“I’d much prefer her mouth than her pussy, Bokuto-san,” he says, moving around to your head. His cock comes into view, to which you eagerly open your mouth to take him in, tongue killing out to lick at the tip.

“I won’t pass up free pussy,” Konoha chuckles, taking Bokuto’s position and pushing into you. “Thought she’d be loose after taking a cock that big, but you’re tight as a virgin!” He laughs, pinching your clit as you squeeze down on him even more, muffled moans coming from your throat which is stuffed with Akaashi’s cock.

“Mhm! I taught her well, didn’t I?” Bokuto hums, guiding one of your hands to his cock. “Don’t forget about me, baby girl,” he says, low as he watches your hand jerk him off. Despite your eyes not being anywhere around his form, your hand works expertly from experience of handjobs. Akaashi seems pleased himself, fingers occasionally tracing your jaw and throat, only to close your nose as he face fucks you. Konoha seems to be enjoying himself, as well, your legs secured around his waist as he thrusts into you, his thumb rubbing at your bundle of nerves that has milky fluid coating his cock with each thrust.

“I’m close, can I do it inside?” He asks, looking at Bokuto, using his own hand to guide yours.

“No. You can cum in her ass, but not her cunt. That’s only for her nii-san, isn’t that right?” He directs the last bit at you, fingers pinching your nipples as your body jerks. Konoha decides to pull out, letting his semen paint your stomach white as he groans, making sure every drop lands on your skin. Akaashi is right behind him, closing your nose as he shoots his own load down your throat, your eyes glazed over as you drink it all.

Konoha takes it upon himself to push back into your cunt, feeling your walls clamp around him once more time. It’s too much and you feel something warm fill your insides, eyes widening as you think he put a load in you. When he pulls out, however, you feel it trickling out as the warm liquid drips from your cunt. “Seems she’ll only take cum, not piss,”

“She’ll take it, won’t you, pretty girl?” Bokuto coos, fingers keeping your mouth open as Akaashi takes his turn, warm liquid filling your mouth as you struggle to not let any spill. Once he’s done, Bokuto closes your mouth and nose to force it down, your eyes squeezed shut as it tastes bitter. “See? Just gotta know which hole to use. It’s okay, I’ll clean her out so you can use her again,” he hums once more, pushing his thick cock into your still leaking pussy. The force of his thrust has you mewling, drool spilling from your lips as your body jostles with each thrust. “There’s a cute little trick her cunt will do if you give her a bit of pain,” he grunts, fishing a lighter out of his pocket. Your eyes widen at the familiar click of the item, brief light before it’s shut off. He hands it to Konoha, who then flicks it on as he brings the fire close to your face, the light dancing ridiculously close to your cheek. Akaashi keeps you fron moving your head, sweat beginning to form as Konoha brings the lighter closer, the flame barely licking your skin as you scream, tongue lolling out as your squirt all over Bokuto’s abdomen, his groan overwhelmed by your cute noises. With another thrust, he’s spilling his own load into you, fill you up exactly how you wanted him to.

Konoha shuts off the lighter, then locks across the mark against your cheek where the flame touched you, pressing a sweet kiss in apology to the hot skin. “Now, what do we say, [Y/N]?”

“Thank you for filling me up nii-san. I’ll take anything you give to me, I promise,” you sweetly say, another moan as you feel Bokuto’s piss fill you up as well, his thumb rubbing your clit.

“Don’t worry, baby. Only I’ll be able to breed you, but my friends can have their fun, can’t they? I’ll promise to give you all my attention later, is that okay?” Your response is a nod of the head, the rest of his friends eager to have your holes and your hands around their cocks.

#BB.Kinky #haikyuu smut #BB.Dark #tw.incest #tw.watersports #tw.asphyxiation #tw.piss play #tw.piss #tw.human urinal #cw.gangbang #cw.watersports #tw.breeding #cw.breeding #Mr. Kōtarō #Mr. Keiji #Mr. Akinori #Bokuto smut #Akaashi smut #Konoha smut #BB.Requests

[readerinsertz]

(Age 25) Hi! Can you write something smutty for America with cockwarming, praise kink and body worship?

A/N: I put these two together, hope you like it!!

Rating: Explicit, MDNI

Word Count: 1.7K

Warning: 18+ content, MDNI, afab!reader, fem!reader, nudes, pet play, kitten and puppy!reader, daddy dom, gas lighting, piss kink, humiliation, domesticity kink, misogyny kink, dark kinks, free use, role play, CNC: kidnapping, minor stalking, aftercare, cockwarming , not proof read

Doesn’t have the patience to take polaroids of you but if you give him some he’ll have them in his wallet and will get a clear phone case just to put on in there as well. Also has a nude/sexy photo of you as his lockscreen/home screen- probably had you blowing him before you changed it

Daddy dom but not in a soft way- makes you drink loads of water because “good girls like you need to be hydrated, what would a dummy like you do without her daddy?” and then sit you on his lap, won’t let you up when you start squirming and needing to go. “You’re just a stupid babygirl, daddy knows what’s best for you, you don't need to go potty just yet.” presses against your bladder until you piss yourself over him.

Also pet play like this especially if you’re a puppy girl. One day 2+2=4 the next day 2+2=5 “silly doggy, there’s a reason why i go out and work to buy you your toys whilst you just sit there and swallow daddy’s cock” calls you “puppy” and has multiple collars for you ranging from your name, “Al’s bitch” to “puppy” or “cum dump”. Throws a ball and makes you fetch it. Also uses his foot to nudge you onto your back to give your tummy scritches. You’re so eager to please in puppy space that he lets you ride him on the sofa, mouth switching from sucking hickeys on your neck to sucking on your tits. Just dumbification when you’re in puppy space.

If you’re in kitten space i think he’ll adore you and pamper the fuck out of you. Cats don’t give their love easily so Al will spoil you until you give him love. Lets you up on the sofa, fetches stuff for you. Cockwarming is normally done to tease you or in aftercare to feel closer to you but when you’re in kitty space, you just bat at his crotch and he’ll let you sink down on him. Probably wraps one arm around your waist to stop you from moving and prepares you with the other hand. “Nuh uh, kitty, need to stretch that pretty hole of yours. My cock is too big for you to take without prep. Now be a good little kitty and sit there while daddy does all the work.”

Also also also: you’re a dumb ditzy puppy girl with the ears and tail and Al also has dog ears and tail but he’s a mean mutt who uses his size and strength to bully you into submission. You’re play-wrestling with him, having fun until Al gets fed up and shoves you onto your back, pushes your knees to your shoulders and then fucks into your wet hole. Flips you onto all fours and continues rutting into you as you cry and scratch the carpet. When he’s done fucking you, it’s finally quiet with the puppy sleeping

Realises that you are perfect and don’t deserve him- you’re so fucking goregous and kind and aren’t tainted like him. Big hands will trace your skin, eyes filled with love and vulnerability as he whispers praise into your ear. Lips dragging over your olive skin, pressing kisses on every inch.

I feel like he has a domesticity kink but it can be soft or dark; soft = coming home to you is something he dreams about. Just having someone waiting for him to come back home. He’s always pulling you into him when he sees you’re still awake in bed waiting for his return. But also like if you doll yourself up like in the 50’s with a dress and apron on, Al wouldn’t even get past the entrance before he’s pushing you to all fours and fucking you. Creating a home with him and feeding your man is all he wants

But also dark “this is where you belong, in the house cooking and cleaning for your man, and gagging on daddy’s dick” if there isn’t a hot plate of food on the table for him and the house clean, he’ll force you over his knees and spank you until you’re crying. House dirty? Makes you clean it in a skimpy maid’s outfit. When you’re bent over doing laundry, he’ll come up and finger you enough to get you wet and then fuck you over the machine. He’ll cum in you, pat your bum in a well done, then walk away whistling as if nothing happened, as if being a free use slut was a normal thing. If you crawl to him, his cum dripping out he may, after making you lick up the mess you made, make you cum. If you’re unable to move after the dicking down he gave you don’t worry cuz he’ll come back in and make sure you cum at least twice- his pride won’t allow him to fuck a woman and not get her off, scene be damned.

Sets out a CNC scene, you walking through a dark parking lot and he abducts you and takes you to his wood cabin in the forest. You wake up naked, a collar around your neck.

You look around, trying to locate where you are in the dark room. It’s cold and a bit musty smelling but that information is forgotten the moment you move your legs and hear a strange noise. Like metal scraping against concrete. You look down to see a chain attached to a cuff around your leg. Tracing the silver loops you find a male holding the other end, sitting on a chair, half in shadow.

“Hello, princess.” He stands up and walks towards you. He’s enormous, six foot and muscular.

“Pluh-please let me go. I…I prom-mise i w-won’t tell anyone,” you beg and plead but it doesn’t deter the man who stalks closer, kneeling on the ratty mattress.

“Let you go? But princess, I spent so long watching you and waiting for the perfect time to snatch you up and make you mine.” His hand traces from the cuff up your leg, hand wrapping around your left knee and yanking your leg open.

“Since the moment I saw you, though you were the prettiest woman I’d ever seen. Couldn’t get you out of my head, couldn’t stop jerking myself to the image of you on your knees, looking up at me,” he murmurs, hand trailing up and down your inner thigh, goosebumps rising where his fingertips touch. A shiver runs down your spine and you can’t stop the cant of your hips, trying desperately to push your cunt closer to his fingers. Your captor chuckles.

“Don’t worry, doll, I’ll give you what you want.” A thick finger sinks into your heat and you wail as his thumb rubs circles over your clit. One hand grips the mattress, the other curling into the white top that your captor was wearing. Another finger slips in and you keen at the stretch, jerking when he crooks his fingers in such a way that they skim your gspot. They spread out in a scissoring motion, stretching your gummy walls before a third finger is added. The stretch is divine and your eyes roll back as you arch your back.

“Hehe, looks like you want this, babydoll, you’re not struggling.” The reminder prompts you to try and wiggle away from him. A shriek leaves your lips when the male grabs the chain and yanks it, your back hitting the mattress as your body is pulled closer to him. His large hands curve around your inner knees and push your thighs to open up a space for him to kneel in. You struggle again but it’s halfhearted at best, you can feel your slick dripping down and you feel too empty.

“Colour?” Al asks, worrying when he sees your actions lose their intensity.

“Green.”

“Gonna let me fuck this pretty pussy? Been thinking about this for so fucking long,” your abductor tells you, hissing when he pulls out his cock and gives it a few pumps, using the precum to make his hand slide smoother. The male guides his dick into your hole, no longer able to tease you, sliding into you until his pelvis is flush with your ass. He gives you a few moments to adjust to the stretch before tentatively withdrawing and thrusting back in. You moan and buck your hips, your captor taking it as a cue to begin fucking you.

The wet slapping sound of skin hitting skin echoes around the small room. The male grabs one of your ankles and pushes your knee to your chest. You scream at the change in angle, his dick now rubbing against your gspot with every thrust. Two fingers press against your clit, drawing figures of eights on it. The intense scene and the pleasure rocking through has you quickly cumming, creaming on the dick inside of you. The dark haired male fucks you through your orgasm, thrusts faltering as he nears his high. With a curse, he pulls out and jerks his cock at the sight of you, freshly fucked and under him pushing him over the edge. His semen lands on you, thick white trickles covering your pussy. You distantly hear the sound of a phone camera but are too blissed out to care.

“Baby, everything okay?” Your boyfriend asks, one hand comfortably stroking your hair whilst the other one digs out the key for the chain and unlocks it. “You did so good, my good girl. Was so amazing, pretty doll. My good girl.” Praise falls from his lips as Al scoops you up with ease and heads to the stairs to the house. Long legs take you to the bathroom, an already prepared bath filled with warm water waiting for you. Al gently places you into the water, pulling back to kick off his clothes and enters the bath, stopping to take off your collar. You whine in protest but let him take it off.

“How you feelin’, baby,” Al asks as he places you to rest on his chest.

“Hmmm, floaty,” you slur. “Wanna be close to you. Wan’ you in me.”

“You sure?” Al asks. You nod, eyes closed. After any scene you always want to be as close as possible to your boyfriend. Al lifts you and lets you sink back down on his dick, letting you cockwarm him as he begins to bathe you.

#hetalia smut #2p hetalia smut #america smut #2p america smut #allen jones smut #tw.daddy kink #tw.ddlg #tw.piss #tw.abduction #tw.kidnapping #tw.cnc #tw.cockwarming #tw.pet play #tw.misogyny #tw.watersports #tw.humiliation #tw.dumbification #tw.free use #tw.dark content #tw.dark kinks #tw.collars #tw.stalking #tw.gaslighting #tw.smut #request #lia answers #tw.cockwarmning #tw.maid

[strawberriebunn]

m-mean doms who make you pee yourself from fucking you too good. They know immediately it’s gonna happen when they have you in a mating press and snake a hand down to your tummy and press down hard, and they love the face you make and the loud squeal you let out when you let go and start pissing all over them.

#yall knew this was coming 😭 #it was inevitable #all I can think of is #.tooru💙 #a-and kaeya #i’m so down bad for him jesus christ #tw.piss #tw.watersports #tw.pee #haikyuu smut #oikawa smut #hq smut

[shorkbrian]

Puppy

K Tendou would totally have his darling locked up in a dog crate when he’s away at work. (He’s into pet play!!! I just know it!!!)

He comes back at five thirty, sing-song voice dragging out the syllables in your name as he pushes open the door to the master bedroom, zeroing in on the large crate in the corner.

“Hi pretty! Did you miss me? I missed you...” But as he crouches down to peer inside the crate, his eyes widen when he sees the mess of liquid across the bottom. “Oh no puppy, why didn’t you go before I left?”

There was no way in hell you could’ve used the restroom before the man left for work that morning. Not when he had dragged you into the backyard, shooing you onto the grass and cooing at you to “Go pee-pee!”

Your eyes are crusty from tears shed and dried, humiliated, angry, frustrated at your situation. There’s a padlock on the crate, the bars too sturdy for you to break. There’s no way out. 

Especially with your hands cuffed to your cute collar, making it practically impossible to use them. If you weren’t restrained in such a way, you’d have ripped off the stupid mutt-muzzle Tendou had put over your mouth the very second he’d left you alone.

When the man unlocks the crate, cooing and clicking and patting his thigh to entice you out, you huddle into the back corner, shaking your head. Behind the muzzle, there’s a gag stopping your pathetic requests for him to leave you alone.

Tendou sighs and shakes his head, mumbles something about needing to train you better, and forces his upper body into the crate, looming and intimidating as long, lean arms grab you and drag you forward through the puddle of piss on the bottom of the crate.

You thrash, pulling back, but it’s no use. He’s deceptively strong, lithe body holding more strength than seems possible. You’d learned this first hand, quite literally on the second day of your “adoption” into Tendou’s home.

A shrill cry as he touched you far too intimately, teeth baring and sinking into the nearest bit of flesh on his body that you could find. Tendou had slapped you so hard it left a mark, calling you a bad dog, naughty puppy. That’s why he made you wear the muzzle.

He was a sick, sick man.

“Look at you, you need to be hosed off, you’re all stinky and gross.” A chuckle from the man, holding you by your collar at arms length. A chill ran through you as you remembered the last time he had hosed you off, what a dehumanizing experience it had been. Standing naked in the cold, being blasted by freezing cold water as Tendou frowned at you. 

A whine escaped past the gag, pitiful and distressed, causing the redhead the pause in dragging you towards the backyard. “Hm? I know you don’t like bath time pretty, but I can’t have such a dirty girl in my house.”

Your throat itched as tears bubbled up into your eyes, a stupid little noise tearing from your chest as you sagged in Tendou’s hold, practically becoming dead weight. A limp noodle.

Tendou stopped in his tracks, tilting his head to look at you for far too long as you cried, standing there in front of him in nothing but an oversized t-shirt, hands cuffed to your collar, muzzle and gag silencing you. You were helpless, and entirely at his mercy.

“I’ll let you wash off inside.” 

Head snapping up, your red, puffy eyes looked at the sadistic man in front of you. This had to be a trap. He sounded too pleased, too smug and satisfied with himself. 

“You want that? I’ll let you have warm water...” He trailed off, his own eyes wide as he stared you down, unwilling to miss any of your reactions. 

There had to be a catch. There had to be a “but-”. The demented soul wouldn’t just let you have something so easily, especially something that you’d come to value so much.

When he didn’t say anything else, waiting patiently for your answer, you couldn’t help the timid nod of your head. Warm water sounded so good, washing off the sticky urine on your skin, relaxing your cramped muscles from huddling in the crate all day.

It quickly became clear that there was a catch as soon as Tendou closed and locked the bathroom door, trapping you in there with him. 

There’s the catch.

But he simply freed your hands from your collar (without taking the collar off, just detaching the cuffs and leaving them still around your wrists), sat on the toilet seat, and gestured for you to go ahead.

“You’re a smart puppy, you know how to clean up right?”

Limbs frozen, you stared at him, hands twisting anxiously in the hem of the t-shirt brushing your mid-thigh. How do you ask him to leave without your voice? The gag was still lodged in your mouth.

Tendou arched an eyebrow, then shrugged. “Three options - you wash yourself off, I clean you up, or you lick yourself clean while I watch. I’m leaning towards option three, followed by option two. I’m being so nice and letting you choose today!”

You could see the man mentally patting himself on the back, proud of being such a good owner. It made you queasy. How could he believe any of this was okay?

One of the options was clearly better than the others, so you slowly stripped out of the shirt, and stepped into the shower.

At least there was warm water.

It was hard to shake the unease, the fear, the pure discomfort sitting like a spiked ball in your stomach, causing pain each time you moved. The man’s eyes never left you, hands clasped as he leaned forward in his seat, clearly enjoying himself.

Sickening.

But you made it through.

Somehow.

Then it was dinner time, Tendou shuffling through his closet to find you another t-shirt and “helping” you into it after your shower.

“Since you’re being a nice puppy, I’ll leave your paws alone for now, okay? Don’t be naughty, or else they go right back where they were.” He was talking about your hands, still free at your sides. 

You could be nice. Anything to keep your hands free, give you some sense of control over this bizarre, nightmarish situation. It’s not like having them unrestrained actually allowed any protection - if you used them to push tendou away, to scratch at him, to try (and fail) to stop him... right back to the collar they’d go, trapped up by your neck.

It was more about the feeling of comfort, the fleeting, false sense of protection. If your hands were free, you could at least try to stop Tendou from doing... anything he wanted. You wouldn’t, but the thought helps you stay calm.

“Dinner” consisted of Tendou excitedly leading you into the kitchen, telling you to “sit!” and “stay!” on the floor by the fridge while he fetched something off the counter.

A little box, white and red, about the size of a envelope. 

He looked far too pleased about this for it to be anything good.

“I got a treat for you! Well, for us, but I made it specially for you at work.”

Inside the box was a small assortment of chocolate candies, all different shapes, smells, textures. Immediately your mouth started watering. You can’t remember the last time you had something sweet, always stuck eating whatever Tendou put in your bowl by his chair at the table, usually scraps from his plate or simple rice and vegetables. It was mortifying eating out of a bowl on the ground, not even allowed your hands, but the alternative was going hungry, and you’d already tried that. 

So the treats were greedily accepted as Tendou popped them in your mouth, occasionally taking a small bite of a chocolate before feeding it to you, letting out pleased little sounds at both the flavors and your reactions.

You didn’t care right now how weird the situation was, the dessert was good.

Until it was all gone, and Tendou was fussing over you, petting your head, cooing praises at you. Did he..... did he drug you?

No, everything felt crystal clear as he crowded your space, body and mind sound and thinking clearly. Which truthfully, made everything worse.

The chocolates had barely settled in your stomach before a dramatic gasp escaped the redhead standing over you. “Oh! Pretty, I forgot, so silly of me-” 

He crouched down to your level, taking your face in both hands, forcing you to look at his faux concern, eyes all big and round. “Puppies can’t have chocolate, they get sick.”

Your did feel sick, but only because of the way his fingers were digging into your muzzle, pulling you off balance as he shuffled closer, too close. “But... I can make my pretty puppy feel better. You have to let me help you though, alright? You might not like it, but it’s for your own good.”

You didn’t like it, not as one of his hands left your muzzle and started creeping underneath your shirt, not as you looked down and noticed the tent in his pants, the little blush on his cheeks, the wild, lit look in his eyes.

“Stay still now, let me give you some medicine.”

You could only watch as he rose to his feet, unbuckling his belt with a far too cheerful grin stretching his lips.

#tw.dark content #tw.nsfw #tw.noncon #tw.piss #tw.pet play #implied #tw.watersports #tw.yandere #tw.eating #tw.feeding #tw.puppy play #tw.food play #kind of #tendou #Tendou satori #haikyuu #yandere tendou #Yandere Tendou satori #nothing too heavy #just a shower #where tendy watches reader #and then he feeds u chocolate #tendou satori x you #tendou x y/n #tendou x reader #hq smut #yandere haikyuu #haikyuu smut #Tendou smut #dark tendou

[nkogneatho]

toji when he makes me squirt

#tw.watersports #fushiguro toji #jujutsu kaisen #°🖇᭡ “ tojisi ”

[miinomo]

pillow lips

✿ pairings - Stepbro! Eren x Fem! Reader

contains - (18+ content MDNI) Dark Content, Oral sex (m/f receiving) TW.Stepcest, Dubcon, Breath play, TW. Watersports, Degradation, Hair pulling, Creampie, Rough sex

✿ Synopsis -  Your stepbrother and you have some late night fun? Pure smut, very little plot. Just Eren on the brain♡

Eren let out a long breath onto your pussy, his lips only inches away from your core. You were used to this, lying on your back; feet hanging off of his mattress while he ate your pussy like it was a treat. Tonight was the same as many. The two of you were home alone, and Eren just couldn’t keep his hands to himself. It was never his fault though. Sometimes your pajamas were just a bit too revealing, sometimes you leaned into him too much. You were always at fault. You were why he couldn’t keep his cock away from you. 

“Your pussy smells so good baby.” He inhaled after licking his lips, his eyes scanning your body. He had pushed your shirt up above your breasts, the cold air aiding in keeping your nipples hard. You flinched from his comment, you couldn’t help it. Making such sultry comments always made your pussy clench for something; anything. You always felt so empty when he teased you. It was so easy for him to make you crave his cock.

Eren was always so good at making you beg for him. His fingers were even something to be cherished, and you always let him know. You couldn’t help it. By the time he made you stupid from anything of his; from his tongue to his fingers, and cock. You couldn’t keep anything in. Blabbering about how good he was making you feel. You were always a little repetitive, but it showed him how stupid you were for him, and he loved it.

Most times when he ate you out, he’d focus on your clit; licking it faster than you could handle and your orgasm would be quick and over before you knew it. But tonight, felt different. When Eren placed his mouth onto your cunt, you could feel the difference. His first lick was slow and passionate. It was like he was savoring your taste. His tongue was tasting more of you than normal as he dipped it into your hole slowly before licking back up towards your clit. His hands wandered your body, up from your hips to your nipples. Rolling your hardened bulbs in between his thumbs and pointer fingers. Occasionally giving them a squeeze and a tug.

He flattened his tongue and pressed it hard into your clit, lapping up your juices. He groaned into your pussy, the vibration from his throat tickled your cunt. “Fuck Eren.” You whimpered and backed up a bit, but his hands quickly came to your hips and pulled you back onto his mouth. His grip was tight, and his emerald eyes formed into a glare. “Don’t you dare back away from my mouth.” The feel of his gaze made your stomach turn. “...’m sorry.” You let out a pathetic whimper as his nails dug into your skin. “Good.” He put his lips back onto your pussy, kissing it as if it were your mouth, pushing his tongue into your hole and rolling it around inside before pulling it back out and kissing it some more. 

Your moans were filling the room, his new way of licking your cunt was driving you crazy. Your chest was feeling hot and your legs were starting to shake as they rested on his shoulders. “I’m gonna cum Rennie..” You whimpered but he pulled his mouth away from you. “Not if I don’t let you.” His lips formed into a small smirk and a feeling of frustration built up into your stomach. “What did I do?! Why can’t I cum?” You asked in a whine as you leaned forward, looking up at him with a pout and a furrowed brow. “You didn’t do anything, I just don’t want you cumming yet.” He looked down at you as you sat at the edge of the bed, looking up at him. He grabbed by your hair and pulled you to the floor. “I want your lips around my cock baby sis..” 

He only had to tell you what he wanted before your lips were on his cock like it was a lollipop. He would never tell you but your mouth always felt as smooth as silk. His chest tightened a bit as your mouth worked its way up and down his cock. His hands were still tangled up in your hair, but he was letting you do most of the moving for now. Although his hips would buck every now and then. His breathing became a bit shaky while you swirled your tongue at the tip of his cock. Your hands made their way to his balls, cradling them and rolling them carefully in your fingers. You puckered your lips slightly, to tighten your mouth around the head of his dick as your spit ran down his cock. Soaking his skin allowing you to use the hand that wasn’t fondling his balls to stroke his cock.

Your grip was just tight enough to make him throw his head back. His ashy brown hair resting on his shoulders. “Fuck y/n. Your lips feel so fucking good.” He let out a relaxed sigh as his hand rested on the back of your neck. Grabbing it with a bit of force and pulling you farther onto his cock. Your nose now resting in his trimmed hairs as he began to edge you. Not letting you take a breath or even pull away from his cock. He was so big, that he filled your throat. You felt yourself starting to gag, and breathing through your nose was a bit too difficult.

Eren felt a pit in his stomach, he wasn’t close to cumming yet, but he did feel the need to release something else into your throat. “Mm... I bet you want my cum right now, don’t you? I’m so deep into your throat and your waiting for my hot cum to spurt right down this pretty little hole of yours, aren’t you?” He smirked down at you with a darkened gaze. “Well, I have something warm for you.” He chuckled as your eyes widened while you looked up at him. You were getting dizzy from the lack of air, and the warm liquid pouring down your throat wasn’t his cum. It was his piss. “You aren’t getting wet from this, are you?” He laughed while he pissed into your mouth. It seeped down into your stomach as his cock rested at the back of your throat.

He pulled his cock out of your mouth and a loud pop filled the air. Tears were streaming down your cheeks and you gasped for air as it was finally available to you once again. You felt your ears ring as you inhaled multiple times, trying to bring back all the air into your lungs that were denied from you for what felt like forever. “You pissed into my throat.” You looked up at him, your cheeks feeling hot. You couldn’t believe him, it was almost embarrassing how much you enjoyed it. “Yeah, and? You’re a fucking slut and I know that made you wet as hell. I could tell. You were squirming beneath me like a fucking bitch in heat.” He let out a small scoff.

“I!... I was squirming because I couldn’t breathe!” Your rolled your eyes while you huffed and looked away from him. Was he really trying to call you out for being the weird one? He was the one that pissed in your mouth. It wasn’t the other way around. “Oh yeah?” He leaned down and grabbed you by your arms, pushing you down into doggy position, your chest laid flat on the bed and your knees were on the floor. You tried propping yourself up onto your elbows, but he grabbed your throat and pushed your face down into the bed. “I need your pussy y/n. I can’t wait any longer.” And with that, he shoved his thick and veiny cock deep into your cunt. Your juices soaking him and making him glide in and out of your pussy easier than ever. 

The pressure of his palm on the back of your neck was causing your breathing to become a bit sporadic, while he pounded into you from behind. “Your cock- always feels so good Rennie.” You whined while choking out the words, stuttering slightly. “Always feel so full when you’re fucking me.” A loud slap echoed through the room as his palm met one of your ass cheeks. “You’re such a dirty fucking whore. Always feeling so good from your brother's cock, huh? Aren’t you ashamed to be telling me how good I make you feel?” His words were strained while he pumped into you. “Can’t help it. Your cock feels too amazing.” He moved his hand from the back of your throat to your hair, wrapping his fingers through it. Pulling your hair made your cunt squeeze him even tighter, causing him to let out a small gasp. 

“Fuck, you’re so tight. Who’s cunt is this?” He asked you while he slammed up into you, the tip of his cock slamming against your cervix as you cried out in a euphoric sense. Your moans were full of pain and pleasure as your head tingled from your hair being pulled. “Y-yours. My pussy is yours Eren.” You cried out as he bit his lower lip. “Good fucking girl..” He groaned out as he leaned his head back and released his cum into your cunt. He could feel his balls emptying into you and his abs tightening. He panted as he held onto your hair, making sure you didn’t move away from him as his cum filled you up. “My dumb little whore..” He looked down at you as you panted underneath him, Pathetic and stupid from his cock, as usual.

#eren jaeger #eren #aot x reader #aot smut #minors dni #tw.watersports #tw.dark content #tw.stepcest #eren jaeger x reader #eren yaeger x you #eren x reader #attack on titan #attack on titan x reader

[hhawks]

okay. you said send your worst. how about hinata coming home from practice and you decide to try something different. you immediately start kissing him and touching him. and you know he has a habit of going to the bathroom to the pee after practice. and that's exactly what you don't want him to do. he's getting breathy and says "wait a minute. i just have to pee. ill be right back." and as soon as he gets up to leave you grab his wrist and say "can- you maybe not do that? just try and hold it a bit. it's okay if u end up making a mess too."

don't perceive me if this was a lot.

h..... hinata .... hinata piss kink.... no but okay i feel like he's the type of guy to pinch his eyebrows like he doesn't understand, like babe, if i go pee now we can fuck faster and you have to be like no, no. sit him down and crawl between his legs, pawing at his tummy and his cock. hold it? you ask, doe eyes so sweet. hold it for me, okay?

and he feels like he can't breathe with the way you're hovering over him, your hands dangerously close to his cock. balls tight, bladder full. you know when you have to pee but can't, and it just makes it all the more difficult to hold it? that's how he feels now, squirming as you pull his shorts down. it's almost unbearable, the tightness in his abdomen as you start to stroke his cock through his underwear, he tip that peeks out pretty and swollen and twitching. hinata's so pretty, you can't help but coo at the way his thighs shake and his head tilts back with a groan with every passing second that you make him hold it.

"i can't," he whimpers. "i have to— have to go."

"needa go?" you ask, lips brushing up his neck. the friction of the fabric on his poor cock, the burning need to let go; he's suffering, and you love it. "make a mess on me?"

he shakes his head no, so vehement, so determined to hold it in. "don't wanna," he pants, "wanna be good, wanna—" he cuts off with a whine as you cup his dick through his boxers, squeezing slightly. he slings a toned arm across his eyes, hair sticking to his forehead, whimpering so sweetly.

"are you sure?" you kiss his neck, his chest, his nipples. "you can, baby. want to see you relax."

he's so highstrung, so high on adrenaline all the time that you want to see him break. and now, as your hand flits up to his navel and presses down softly, he comes undone.

the grey of his underwear soaks first. a little patch of darkness that spreads and spreads and spreads, little whimpers tearing from his mouth. it's so lovely, the way he comes undone with your palm around him. he makes such a mess, wetting the sheets and your laps with him.

you coo, praise him so sweetly as he empties his bladder on you. "such a good boy," you kiss his forehead. "such a pretty mess you've made."

#hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh #big n broad msby hinata shoyo #subbing for his cute lil nympho gf #fuckingdnfhdsjhfdsf #tw.watersports #room service 🍽 #hinata baby <3 #hinata x reader #hinata shoyo x reader #hinata smut #shoyo hinata smut #hq smut #writing tag

[sugawara-sweetheart]

❣︎tsukishima kei x fem!reader❣︎

❥warnings: watersports, dacryphilia, humiliation

❥word count: 0.4k

❦note: ah i was highly encouraged by @.shoyokuns @.tetsou and @.lovetouya so here is my first go at ✨watersports✨dont look at me please

soft moans fall from your lips as tsukishima drives his cock into you, his large hand wrapped around your throat, not hard enough to press at the sides but heavy enough to make your walls tighten around him. the pleasure is warm as it runs through you but you can’t help but squirm at the fullness of your bladder and with tsukishima’s thick length rubbing at your sensitive walls, it’s hard to not feel like you’re going to lose control.

“kei,” tsukishima grunts as your hips buck up, your bottom lip quivering as you try to push him away by placing a tender hand to his lower abdomen. “i need to-”

“need to what?” he demands and your cheeks flush with humiliation, mind growing cloudy as he drives his hips into yours.

“i-i need to...pee.”

tsukishima stares at you blankly and you whimper when he doesn’t release you, instead just pounding his cock faster and harder into you. you groan at how deep he is, the tip of his cock brushing against that sweet spot that makes your body jerk and that’s when you see the twisted smile tugging at his lips.

“w-wait, kei- i need to-” your eyes clench shut as your walls tighten around his cock, trying to will yourself not to piss but he won’t stop.

“i heard you.” he smiles sadistically when the tears start to build in the corners of your eyes. “but i just don’t care.”

you groan, tears running down your face and your cheeks burn with humiliation when you feel the piss squirt out of you, running down your thighs and tsukishima’s cock, drenching the bedsheets below you. it’s a warm wet mess as he continues to fuck you, droplets splashing from your drenched cunt and your heart pounds as humiliation burns inside you, tears building in your eyes.

“messy baby,” he tuts, fingers squeezing harder around your throat as he fucks you closer to the edge. “pissing all over like a dirty, messy whore- you can’t even control yourself. how pathetic.” you sniffle as he taps your face, slapping your cheeks harshly before his cock begins to twitch as your walls squeeze tighter. “but i guess it’s my turn now, right?”

“w-wait!” your eyes widen as you feel the warm stream of piss, tsukishima’s eyes rolling shut as the humiliation and shame washes over you. it’s warm and wet, his piss pouring into your cunt as he uses you but you can’t resist the pleasure building till the tight coil in your stomach snaps.

“nasty slut creaming all over my cock. do you like being my little urinal that much?” he spits as slick and piss dribble down your thighs. “what do you say?” you sniffle as you look up at him with tears clinging to your eyes, feeling so disgusted yet your wet cunt throbs.

“thank you, kei.”

#thirsts #haikyuu thirsts #tsukishima thirsts #tsukishima imagines #tsukishima x reader #tsukishima x y/n #tsukishima drabbles #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu imagines #hq x reader #hq imagines #hq drabbles #haikyuu drabbles #hq thirsts #cw.watersports #cw.piss #tw.watersports #tw.piss

[animensfw-smut]

Sub! Shinso x Dom! Bakugo's little sister! Reader

can you do one when Hitoshi Shinso is the submissive one

Requested by @r3bb3cca1996

Sorry for the late reply! I hope you find this oneshot to be satisfactory!!! Thanks for allowing me to try to write about watersports! <3 I’ve also decided to write this in second pov for once.

WARNINGS: NSFW, 18+, Watersports, masturbation, overstimulation, Shinso may be OOC...

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*Second pov*

“How pretty~” Your voice cooed in Shinso’s ear as he writhed under your touch. His hair was a mess, splayed out on the fluffy pillow, his bangs covering his eyes. Your fingers brushed the hair out of his face, seeing the blissed look adorning his features.

Now how did this happen?

It was right after training when you had decided to take a shower. The locker rooms were empty because who except the Bakugos’ would train on a weekend? Yes, absolutely no one who is crazy enough to train on their free day when they rest their muscles. 

You were Katsuki’s twin little sister. You had nearly the same quirk as him plus a teleportation quirk and was a female version of Katsuki. For some reasons, Shinso despised the older twin, but he can’t help glancing and often staring at the younger twin... Which brought him to where he was now.

You being the oblivious person you are, didn’t notice you were being spied on as you showered. Shinso enjoyed the view: how you would rake your fingers through your hair as you washed it and how your hands moved across your body as you rubbed the shower gel on your body.

Humming to yourself, you continued with your shower, only to stop as you hear something... Weird. It sounded like heavy breathing and there was a slight squelching sound. You wrapped a towel around yourself, going towards where the sound was.

Shinso was too wrapped up in the pleasure of nearly going over the edge that he had forgotten to keep quiet and out of view. His hand was steadily pumping his cock, gradually quickening the pace as his precum leaked all over his cock. His fingers teased the tip, pressing gently onto the slit and rubbing, his other hand massaging his balls. 

Oh, what a lewd sight you had stumbled upon. Your breath caught in your throat as the view before you left you rooted to the spot, your fingers twitching with the urge to touch yourself. Shinso’s face was red, his head thrown back and his cum gushing out of his cock, some of it spraying onto your leg. You couldn’t help the moan that escaped your mouth as you gathered his seed onto your fingers before placing them in your mouth. Shinso watched you, embarrassment present in his expression and lust present in his eyes. 

“Oh my, oh my. Who thought you were this dirty, Shinso~” Your fingers were coated in your saliva as you offered it to Shinso. He opened his mouth willingly, moaning at the taste as he continuously sucked on your fingers. 

“Such a dirty boy. I think you need some discipline, no?” With hooded eyes and a cloudy gaze, Shinso nodded, his tongue swirling around your fingers as he sucked harder. You smiled at his willingness to comply before you both teleported to your room.

His back hit the mattress as you pushed his chest back. The jeans he wore were tugged off along with the boxers around his ankles. Your fingers trailed along his inner thigh, shivers making his whole body tremble. A smile tugging on your lips, your hand rested on the base of his cock, pumping slowly and squeezing his cock every so often. 

“Now, now, baby, don’t be trying to use your quirk on me~ Be a good boy and jerk yourself off using my hand~” Shinso let out a groan before thrusting into your hand, his hips lifting from the bed with desperation. 

“F-Feels so g-good...!” His husky voice echoed in the room and your eyes continued to stare at his pleasure-filled expression. His cheeks were dusted with a bright red hue, some drool dribbling down his chin as his hands clenched the sheets, his cock pulsating and ready to burst.

“Come on baby, i know you like it here the most~” Your hand moved away from his cock, instead moving to the tip. Your thumb rubbed the slit, pressing down with a gentle force, your fingers dancing over the head. 

“A-Ah, I’m c-cum-cumming...!”

“Mmm...” You hummed as you wrapped your mouth around his cock, sucking the juice out of him. Your tongue pressed against the tip, giving kitten licks to it, making him hard again. 

“P-Please, t-too much...” 

“Nu uh, this is your punishment. Who gave you permission to jerk off while watching me shower? Such a pervert.” 

“P-Please...!” You gave a sigh,

“Nope, pretty baby.” You removed the towel, tossing it in a random direction before straddling his hips. Shinso breathed in a deep breath of air, feeling grateful for the break before his fingers pressed into your waist,

“W-Wait...! I-I need to go... t-toilet...!” You shook your head,

“Hold it in like the good baby you are, okay?” He shook his head, averting his eyes.

“Alright baby, eyes up here.” Your finger directed his eyes to look into yours as you sank down onto his cock. His eyes widened, his hands clenching the sheets tightly as his face reddened.

“Hn...!” He moaned out loud when you started moving, the slapping sound of your skin meeting his filling the room. 

“Mm, you look so pretty...” Your eyes glanced at his plump lips, swollen from his teeth biting down onto his lower lip. Your finger swiped over his bottom lip, rubbing over the bite marks, pressing your lips against his. He whimpered into your mouth as your tongue forcefully tangled with his, the saliva dribbling down  both of your chins. Smirking evilly, your hand pressed against his stomach, making him squirm beneath you and his toes curl. Shinso broke away from the kiss, his eyes half-lidded and his face flushed,

“(y-y/n) d-don’t do that...! M’gonna make a m-mess if you do...!”

You ignored his pleas, pressing down harder and quickening your pace, slamming your hips down onto his cock. He threw his head back, his back arching as he dropped over the edge, his seed rushing inside of your cunt.

“A-Ah! No...!!!” His hands moved to cover his beet red face as the watery liquid gushed out from his cock, squirting into you.

“Shit...” You let out a moan as you climaxed, the warmth making your body tramble with pleasure.

Shinso buried his face into the pillow making you smirk. You leaned back, your fingers spreading out your folds for him to see, the combined liquid slipping out of your cunt and making a mess on your bed,

“Baby, you’re so messy~ Look at this mess.” Reluctantly, he looked, his hands moving to cover his crotch at the lewd scene before him.

“Now, come clean up the mess you made~” You let out a seductive smile, and Shinso crawled towards you, lowering himself until he was eye-level with your cunt.

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A/N

I hope you enjoyed this! The next 3 requests will be incest requests. The next one is:

Incest! Dabi x Innocent! Little sister! Reader.

#hitoshi shinso #shinso hitoshi #shinso x reader #hitoshi x reader #bnha #mha #mha x reader #bnha x reader #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #anime smut #tw.watersports

[iwaasfairy]

suna and watersports. Thats is, thats all. If u like this idea, Please write something im dying to read something like that!! Have a nice day/evening/night!!

thank you baby!! this was my first wastersports ask so i hope i did it justice ꒰˘̩̩̩⌣˘̩̩̩๑꒱♡

tw degradation, piss <33

One hand holding your wrists to the wall, another keeping you locked on his thick thigh by your hip. His fingers are dug deep into your skin, definitely leaving crescent moons into the flesh with how hard he’s pressing. But none of that matters when he’s dragging his lips down your throat and down the valley of your breasts, your head tilted up to give him all the access he could ever want. “Rin,” you whine, grinding down on his thigh like he had you do the last half of the taxi ride, no mercy. “Please, Rintaro, I’ll be good for you in a minute. I just have to-”

“Shut up,” he grunts, dragging his tongue away from your pebbled nipple to glare at your from under his lashes, “who the fuck do you think you’re talking to?” He doesn’t drop your wrists when he straightens up, but hovers his face right in front of you. His lips almost brush up against yours when he speaks. “Keep your hands up there. Don’t you dare move.” He’s never fair when he gets in one of his moods, and it seems like tonight won’t be any different. But you were both drinking at the party, and you’re starting to feel it. So when he presses your hips into motion on his thigh again, you can’t help but whine out loud.

“God, Rintaro, I’m sorry that Tsumu made a stupid joke,” you beg, arms crossed pathetically above your head as you grind down on his thigh, your panties stuck to your folds with your the wetness of your desperate cunny. “Now let me go use the bathroom so we can continue please.” At your words his lips turn into a fine line, long fingers moving from your thigh to grab your face and smush it.

“You really think I’m playing this game with you tonight?” He pulls his thigh from between your legs, dropping you back to the floor with your cheeks still pushed tight. His free hand fiddles with the zipper of your skirt to drop it between your bodies, then shoving down your panties. His hand immediately comes in between your legs to collect some of the slick collected in your drooling pussy, and starts working them around.

“You really think you can push me so far, don’t you? That nothing will happen because I always let it go, huh?” You stay silent, still pouting in his grip while two fingers work into you and the thick of his palm pushes up against your clit. At your silence, he smirks. “Pathetic cockslut.”

It feels good, so you moan, but your one hand comes to rest on his shoulder automatically. He doesn’t appreciate that, because he drops his hand from your face to maneuver your legs apart instead, pumping his fingers into you harder. “So fucking lucky I love this sloppy mess this much,” he grunts. Then he pulls the digits out of you and slips them into his mouth, licking them clean. “Take this off,” he motions to his pants as he cleans your taste off his fingers, and you hurry forward to do so instantly. But in the back of your mind there’s a little voice screaming at you to stall for a second to just use the restroom, because you have to go so bad. And once you start you won’t be able to.

It’s only around the corner, you can just— “You walk away now and I’ll fuck my hand instead. For the next month if that’s what it takes to teach you,” Rintaro mumbles against your ear, clearly having noticed your hands stopped. And you whine at him long enough to hear the pout, but he only kisses down your jaw and then your lips. So you cross your legs and blink your tears away, finally getting down his pants enough to move his boxers out of the way. His hot cock is rock hard, has been since the ride back. Rin grunts against your skin when you pump him up and down, but he’s clearly out of patience. “Spread ‘em, right now.”

You do, though your bladder feels like it can give any moment, just holding your stomach tight as hard as you can. He rubs himself through your slick folds a few times, before pushing in. Even now the fit is still so tight, and it makes your whole body tremble. His fat cock pushes all the way into you, your other arm moving to his shoulder too. He starts fucking you right away, hard, the loud squelch of your pussy being filled over and over again filling the room. “So fucking tight,” he grunts, kissing you and pushing his tongue into your mouth. When you pull back though, you keep your head tilted back and your eyes closed.

It’s so embarrassing. “Rin, you feel so good,” you try, whining when his hand comes between your legs to rub at your puffy clit. Your body’s too tight. You cling onto his shoulders harder. “But I gotta pee.” You whimper when he pinches your clit, already bringing you to a high with the repeated deep, hard thrusts. He mumbles something incomprehensible into your mouth with another kiss, speeding up his thrusts even more. He uses his finger to just keep constant pressure on your sensitive nub with each snap of his hips, your legs almost giving out at the feeling. But you pull back to breathe again. “Rin! I’m gonna—”

“Gonna piss yourself like a stupid, little slut,” he finishes for you, pushing you back against the wall harder and pounding his fat cock into your body so deep you feel like it’s driving the air out of you. The pressure becomes too much. “Fucking do it then, I’m not stopping,” his hiss is pressed into your neck where he bites down. And with a few more ruthless pumps you release all over, getting yourself, him and the floor all wet. Your tears slip down your face when your boyfriend doesn’t even slow, sucking a hickey into the side of your neck until it’s sore. “You’re so pathetic,” he mumbles, “you’re cleaning this up later.” 

But he still brings his hand down to rub your clit again, and soon you’re moaning out his name over and over again cumming on his perfect cock.

#honey mail #tw.piss #tw.degradation #tw.watersports #💫ch.suna #🥧ws.suna

[bokutoslittlebird]

Request: hii!! can i request step brother!tsukishima? he hates reader's new boyfriend, he loves and is soft for her and only her. why can't she do the same? he gets extra touchy with her and one night can't take it anymore so he pisses on her and breeds her to show who owns her :(

Apologies for it being so late, as well as how little watersports is in it. I rewrote this like three times so I hope you enjoy it.

Warnings: dubcon/noncon, watersports, incest, creampie, somnophilia?, infidelity/cheating, no name boyfriend, Tsukishima shoves wet (as in urine) panties into your mouth so do be warned of that as well, degradation

Tsukishima + Jealousy

"You're so vulnerable. Don't you know how dangerous it is to look so tempting while I'm still angry at you?" Kei whispers, his voice unheard by you, who lies fast asleep in front of him. The movie is over, the night is quite silent save for your breaths that indicate you're fast asleep. Kei wouldn't usually disturb your sleep, but your little tantrum earlier today definitely showed that you needed to remember your place. You belonged beside him, not with that no name boy you've been seeing.

You'll be waking up soon, he knows you will, especially as you move around a bit to try and get comfortable. The soft moans of you waking up go straight down, a small smile on his face as you wake up from the throes of sleep. He probably should've looked away, as to not seem creepy, but why should he? Isn't it normal to want to make sure you're okay, even in your sleep? Blinking your eyes, you finally turn to him, seeing him looming over your form. Before you're able to ask what he's doing, you feel warm liquid trickling between your legs.

"Oh my gosh, did I-?" you almost scream, opening your legs to see a familiar golden liquid coating your pajama shorts, completely soaked into the fabric. Another glance up and you see Kei's cock, completely hardened as droplets drip onto your bedsheets. "What the-"

"Ah, ah, don't worry about the mess. You've made quite a few messes of your own, if I remember correctly. I'm just laying claim to what is mine since boys on the street think you're up for grabs. Don't you know you're still mine?" he says, a fake pout on his face. It quickly falls as he sees your confusion never fading. "The promise we made as children. Together forever, yes? I'll make sure to hold you to it,"

"Kei, what has gotten into you?" You say, trying to move off the bed, but he forces you to stay still, easily sliding the wet fabric off of your legs. Your panties are also completely drenched in his piss, but he doesn't discard them as he does with your shorts. Instead, he forces your mouth open with two fingers then shoves your soiled panties into the opening. He makes sure to cover your mouth, preventing you from spitting them out.

"Claim you inside and out, that's all it is. Now sit still while I breed you like the whore you are," he sneers, using his free hand to spread your legs easily. Despite being such a lean guy, he's much stronger than you and easily pries your legs apart, lining his erect cock to your entrance so easily as if he's done it before. To be fair, he's thought of it, but this is the real thing. Entering you is a completely new world for him, you snugly squeezing him as if you don't want him in there.

But he deserves this. You just need to see that you're better with him. You can't talk, but he can. You'll just have to take it.

"Why don't you call me nii-chan anymore? Don't you love me, little sister? I love you, you know," he softly grunts as he thrusts himself into you. Sweet mewls pour from your lips as he does so, spreading your walls even further as he has your cunt shape to his cock, perfect and all for him. He won't share you with anyone else, especially not some stranger. "You're dripping, aren't you? Come on, I know you've had some dirty thoughts about me,"

Kei continues to pound into you, his fingers digging into your hips as he relentless batters your walls. His attempts to silence his grunts are futile, his loud noises almost drowning out your soft mewls that are muffled by the soiled fabric. "I'm close. You'll take all of me, won't you?" he finally says, removing the makeshift gag from your mouth, prompting you to cough. "Are you going to my good little whore and take all of my cum?"

"Nii-chan, please-"

"That's what I like to hear," he cuts you off, grinning as he pushes himself all the way in, eyes rolling back as you squeal, legs tightening and toes curling, the force of his cock all the way in your tiny cunt has you creaming on his cock, coating the shaft in milky fluid. His load isn't long, a few spurts inside of you that has you feeling oddly satisfied as beads appear where his skin meets yours.

You think he'll pull away, leaving you alone, but he doesn't. Instead, he ruts up against your clit to have you letting out those delicious moans once more. "Oh, you thought I was done with you? Not quite yet, I'm gonna fill you up until your mind completely belongs to me,"

The next thing you feel is more warm liquid shooting against your walls, oddly thin against the thickness of his seed filling you.

#BB.Kinky #BB.Dark #haikyuu smut #tsukishima smut #tw.incest #tw.watersports #tw.degradation #tw.somnophilia #tw.dubcon #tw.noncon #tw.infidelity #tw.cheating #Mr. Kei