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hajiwhore · 9 months

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𝐎𝐏𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄

money tied to love shouldn’t feel this good.

old money! gojo x reader + dom! gojo + petnames (angel + princess) + reader gets doted on + reader also gets spoiled with money and gifts + heavy petting + messy sex + kinda public sex + size kink + praise + overstimulation + breeding + frotting + embarrassment + slight, very slight humiliation + slight degradation + squirting + f! reader

— word count; approx 3.2k

gojo knew the promise of his immense amount of wealth was what drew people in. knew that his name carried weight- and the look of his face itself was enough to get him out of most conflict, but it felt different with you.

he knew you were not as interested in the circle of opulence that he was born into- but that didn’t mean you didn't dislike it.

he figured it out ten months in, decided to indulge in a restaurant that had been bought out for the night and settled you right in front of him- sparkling in the dim candlelight with jewels he had dropped off right before picking you up. watching with crescent eyes as you squirmed in your seat, lips pouty and propped open to let just a sliver of warm exhale through before tucking your bottom lip into your teeth. wondering if you knew he could see the subtle shift of your thighs- tugging the satin dress across the swell of your thighs.

“you like it?” satoru wondered, sitting back in his seat while your trembling fingers reached and curled against the stem of the wine glass- knowing you tried so hard to keep an air of nonchalance against his always watching eyes.

“it’s… beautiful.” you finally giggled, letting the sweet liquid inside your mouth- making the already expensive wine look just that much more delicious against your lips.

it pleased him, knowing you were enjoying yourself, knowing how much you fought against his incessant push to throw gifts your direction left and right, a feeling of guilt twisting in your stomach that made you feel like maybe he thought you were using him. but he knew different, the slight frown on your lips when he first gave you a necklace that looked like it could pay for your rent for a couple of years was dropped off at your doorstep with no further pretense or condition to let him know this was different.

he simply thought it would look good on you- and his expenses were explained to no one but him alone as the only heir to his family wealth, it's not like it would make a dent in money that sat there unused and was older than both of you two put together. it looked better draped around your neck, or hugging the curves he could seemingly long for forever, felt better when the simmering heat in your stomach was worn on your cheeks- liked leaning down and feeling the warmth painted on the curve of your face, nearly burning against his lips.

sitting back, he let his knees fall apart- spreading his legs open, crossed his arms over his body to look at you from the glint of his lower lashes. a stance that at first glance would look like it was him getting comfortable, but the way his lips kept a small upturn at the corners- the way he really looked at you felt like there was a crushing weight pinning you down right in front of him. his chin tilting up to ask without a word being said if you felt it too, if the weight of his cock in his silk pants was reciprocated by the thrumming of want nestled between your legs. silence that had you shakily press the crystal back down against the table to bring a hand up and shield another small giggle from your lips, and it took everything in him to not reach over the table and tug your hand away. his own heart thumping heavy in his chest, a lowly mumble of ‘cute’ that sounded mean falling from his lips before keeping quiet once again.

broken only by the sound of the music changing- the slow whine of a sleepy note seeping off into a moving waltz, seemingly snapping out of his stupor for a second- wondering if he could keep his hands to himself for the entirety of the meal. giving you a wink before straightening back up, elbows placed on the table to close the distance just a little bit.

“beautiful, huh.” he repeated, wondering how to proceed with the delicate swing of want that was tipped back and forth between the two.

“how hungry are you, angel?” gojo breathed, sighing something heavy out of his lungs. letting your answer pick for the both of you, eyes caught against the delicate glimmer of diamonds reflected back with every rise and fall of your chest. luring him in even further with just the way you sat there, trying not to groan at the singular thought that he had brought them for you- that it was from his own hand that placed the delicate metal and diamonds fasted against your skin right there. wondering if you would wear his name just as pretty right there.

the question struck a chord in your stomach- tingling with the thought, with the offhand chance that he was just as desperate for you as you were him, food be damned. there were always other nights, and the events leading up to this whole show of glamor and wealth were already way too much for you to bear.

“hungry?” you wondered out loud, “not very hungry.” you shrugged, truthful and shy. knowing you were wanting something else, but finding it hard to really vocalize just what you wanted in fear of reading the signs wrong.

“but it’s not about the food, is it?” you sighed, motioning with a small circle of your hand to the environment you found yourself in- finally letting your finger rest against your newly found tennis necklace resting along your collarbone.

and gojo laughed, knowing you were going to say something in regards to this whole show. because you were right.

“no princess, it's not about the food, but i am a gentleman and thought i'd ask before i do this-” satoru nearly keens before sitting up straight, and with a wave of his hand ushered over the waiter. motioning for the man to lean into him, whispering words lost to you no matter how much you strained to hear before handing him a black card, rimmed with silver trimming. smile still plastered on his face even when he turned to look at you, before finally standing and extending a hand out towards you, bowing his head to avert his eyes to the floor like the so-called ‘gentleman’ he claimed to be.

it made it so easy to lean into the grandeur that he was cloaked in, giggling before letting a hand reach for his arm, traveling up the softness of his button up shirt (with too many of them undone to realistically be called one) before looping your other arm around his bicep, shivering with the feel of muscle taught and so big against your body; expecting him to tug you to the front door, but instead took long steps to the back, dimmed lights only illuminated sparsely by satoru’s request. walking past leather seats and heavy oak counters, his eyes glued to the doors of the bathrooms nestled away in the back even when you tipped your head up to look at him as he tugged you away.

“gojo?” you whispered, even though there was no need to.

“hm?” was all that was responded back to you, hand pushing the door open and finally grabbing you. hands shaky while they pressed against the warm curve of your body, barely letting the door shut closed before leaning down to kiss you, sighing like he was tasting the sweetest thing hed ever had- and with every pass of his tongue against your glossy lips it might as well had been.

rendered speechless, too busy trying to guess where the path of his hand was finally going to land against you, your own hands reaching up to anchor themselves into the fabric of his shirt- fisting the material like it was the only thing keeping you standing.

“satoru!” you cried, in between a kiss that didn’t feel all consuming, letting you think for just a second.

pulling away with the slight urgency to his name, finally paying attention to the way you shook against him, wondering if he took it just a little too far.

picking up your chin with a curled finger on one hand, the other prying your shaking fist from his shirt before kissing the back of it. wondering how you had gotten so sweet.

“angel.” he sighed, finally thinking straight now that the heat he had felt all night was satiated just a tiny bit, finally attentive to what you wanted.

“i dont want kisses.” you breathed, blinking back tears for the sake of the time it took to get ready, wondering if it was any use granted just what you wanted.

“no? ah, baby.” satoru sighed, leaning in to lick your cheek like it was the most normal thing- like it was something to do when trying to soothe someone, ready to apologize, to let you know that he really was a gentleman and there was no excuse for tugging you along for the sake of calming down the throbbing in his pants.

“no, i-i want more.” you finally cried, thankful for the fact that his piercing eyes weren’t staring directly into yours, finding it hard to think when they were pinning you down.

and in a second, it felt like he could finally breathe. tilting his head back to stare at the lights illuminating the bathroom, thankful that they were not generic fluorescent lights- it was much softer, painting you in a color that made you look worth more than anything he could think up.

“more? what’s more, baby. tell me- i’d give you anything.” gojo murmured, shaking with the painted restraint that didn’t come easy, too indulgent, wanting to hear what you had been pining for the whole night. with what he knew you wanted from him, finally letting yourself be indulgent with the grandiosity he could so easily give you.

but it felt too real, all of the courage you had seconds ago wasted away with the way he held you in place- thumb and pointer finger pressed on either side of your face while he leaned down into you, breathing hot and heavy into your open mouth, just waiting for the words like he was going to eat them up. draped in expensive fabric thanks to him, jewelry clasped around your neck and wrists thanks to him, propped up against the cool wall in the restaurant you could never get into by yourself thanks to him. and all you could do in return was cry and shake like a baby against his ever imposing stature. breaking into the mess he wanted you in.

“c-cant. i can’t.” you finally breathed, closing your eyes and letting the tears that had clung so desperately against your lashes fall down your cheeks, nestling against the dip of your cheek his fingers made.

and he shouldn't have felt so good about this, shouldn’t have; so ardently burned with lust at the way you gave it all to him, but he was a creature of lust and opulence- and there wasn’t anything as tempting and delicate as you.

“oh, angel- it’s okay, i’ll take care of it, it’s my fault- isn’t it?” he reassured with a lilting voice that felt like licks of stinging heat against you, letting go of your face in favor of reaching down lower- pressing against the pulse point of your neck instead, making you even dizzier than you had been already.

and he supposes the reason why he liked you like this, dizzy and dependent on him, was because it made it so easy to turn you around- letting you miss his touch for just a second before entangling his fingers against the back of your head and pushing you forward- silently apologizing for his heavy hand before swallowing it all back when your mouth popped open and you whined a sound so raring it made him blink before returning fullforce.

leaning to search for the cheek that hadn't been plastered against the cool marble to bite into the softness there, while his free hand wandered down to the crux of your legs. prying your soaked underwear to the side and sinking just the tips of his fingers against your slit, openly groaning at how hot and wet you were. his cock straining against his pants, throbbing and swelling with every shaky breath you panted, pressing it against the thinly clad curve of your ass, letting his hips rut desperately against you, fingers sinking further into your cunt when the feel of him against you like that had another wave of wetness make a mess right there while he touched you.

“youre so, fucking- wet.” he murmured, making it sound like a complaint, before leaving the grip of your head in favor of reaching down between the two of you- fisting at his cock for just seconds until the heavy press of his body against your own waned in the want and need to have you made him dizzy too. finally letting the heaviness of his swollen cock free, letting it rest against your lower back, nestled like it belonged against the swell of your ass, painting your pretty dress in a messy string of precum.

normally, he'd shown more restraint, would have strung you along until you couldn’t take it anymore and then give it all to you- but the singular thought of you finally basking in what he had to offer, in what came with his name made him already too weak.

“too fucking cute, i really have it all.” he breathed, prying his messy fingers from your cunt before grabbing the equally soaked piece of fabric hiding you away from him and pulling, tugging until the lace and cotton gave way, falling down onto the floor between your feet- not even bothering to move your dress, shifting his hips away from you in order to guide the thickness of his head into your heat. too hard to need a guiding hand, and finally letting out a strained groan when the mushroomed tip of his cock popped inside.

open mouth panting once the initial churn of his stomach went away, heavy balls constricting with the need to dump a heavy load of thick cum inside you.

a slave to this singular thought- chasing it with closed eyes, reaching for it before it left the forefront of his mind. towering body bowing down to meet you, to hiss expletives against your ear, wanting you to know what was racing through his mind the second his cock finally sheathed itself right where it belonged.

“i’ll give it all to you.” gojo whined, hiccuped in desperation while his hips twitched to give you one good thrust, pushing a mirrored sound of utter shock from your own pouty lips.

“the money, clothes, anything you want-“ he grunted, working to lessen the clutch of your tight pussy around his throbbing cock, barely able to move, to fuck you. “you won’t have to work a single day in your life, princess.” satoru murmured, words clipped short, his pet names for you spat between gritted teeth when his hips finally found a frantic rhythm, balls slapping against your clit so hard it felt like pads of fingertips tapping the swollen bud there- only further adding onto the searing pleasure.

trying so hard not to completely collapse, your hands found his forearms, wrapped tightly around your stomach to keep you there- close and unmoving while he humped away, letting you know in his own way to let go, he had you in the midst of dirty, filthy words.

“just give me a baby, yeah?” gojo finally breathed. pitching forward to nestle his nose into the space between your shoulder blades, arms keeping you so close you could hardly breathe.

the singular sentence making you dizzy, thighs squeezing together in the sudden heat wracking your body at the implication of it all- at the fact that you wanted it more than anything.

knees snapping shut, barely keeping any weight of your body against your toes, putting all your faith in his arms before seizing up. stomach clenching so hard it ran on the precipice of hurting, cunt closing down around his dick so hard he fought to keep it inside- knowing that’s where it belonged. wishing more than anything he could turn you around to see you cum, wanting to watch your pretty eyes roll and head tip back- but the sharp sound of liquid splashing down along the glistening floor was enough.

an exasperated laugh knocking the wind out of him with the realization that you just came all over the front of his expensive pants and the floor.

head tilting back to laugh out against the vacant room, wondering why you were so cute, why even in the midst of cumming you mewled and pleaded with him to cum inside- pushing past the overwhelming exhaustion from it all.

and it only takes seconds longer for satoru to oblige, wanting to do right by his part- to give you anything you wanted, finally pressing against the curve of your ass, shivering with the final constrict of his stomach before relenting.

cock swelling, spilling inside of you with a fervor that makes him loose any semblance of composure he has left, letting himself picture you tied to his side, happy and content- smiling and asking him for things he’s more than happy to oblige with, wanting you to be selfish and greedy with him, just like he is you.

“ah, messy.” he finally breathes, like it’s your fault- snickering when you whine and throw back a mean look at him, smile bitten back just a little when the final pulse of his cock hits him. trying to let the lowly groans simmering in the back of his throat lessen just a little, wishing he didn’t have to leave you, wanting to stay in the heat of your creamed cunt, dick surrounded by the mess he made there.

but the shake in your legs doesn’t let up- and he knows you’re tired, and with a small sigh, he leans down and kisses your cheek sweetly, sliding his spent cock out and furrowing his eyebrows at the wetness coating it, a pearlescent string of mixed cum falling down onto his already ruined pants- huffing with just the slightest tinge of pride.

reaching to gently shift the crumbled up seat of your dress down back where it belonged, seeing the ruined state your attire was in too- rolling his shoulders back to soothe the strain of being bent down around you just a little.

“satoru.” you whine like he wasn’t already doing everything for you, but you couldn’t help it- he’d made you like this, always wanting more.

and he comes down like the singular ring from his name from your lips pulled him itself- pressing kiss after kiss along your heated cheek, shushing whines when he lets you try and stand by yourself, wanting to make it home to properly give you everything.

smiling like he wasn’t about to pull you out of the bathroom with cum soaked thighs and expensive silk that made everything shine so elegantly despite what was wetting the material- but he only assured you it was okay. there was no one here after all, he’d paid everyone out to sit in the back and enjoy a break on him.

further stoked by the way you simmered even more at the realization that with money like his, he could do anything.

he could do anything for you.

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hajiwhore · 9 months

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Loser!Matsukawa who hasn't known the touch of a woman.

He is one of those kids who "grew up ugly", so he has very low self esteem, though he is really good at hiding it and acts confident all the time! But he isn't confident enough to ever flirt with someone in real life, afraid to be rejected;

So, he makes tinder. "Just to fuck" he says to his friends.

Loser!Matsukawa who matches with you, conquers your heart with his jokes and his jaw dropping face (and he doesn't even realize it). He is glad you can't see how nervous he is everytime he sends a risky/flirty text, but grins when you reply back with the same energy and his confidence boosts.

Loser!Matsukawa who doesn't expect you to be actually so good-looking when you guys first meet irl. There was a little voice in his head telling him that you might be fake or a catfish, but he is pleasantly surprised when he sees a pretty girl like you smiling and waving at him, he thinks he might be in love.

Loser!Matsukawa who gets flustered when he sees more skin of you when there is a strong wind, your skirt riding up just enough to let him see the pink panties you wore tonight. He tries his best to look away and hide is raging boner.

Loser!Matsukawa who offers you dinner and you fight him for it, saying that it's 2023 and you guys should divide the bill, but he doesn't want to listen, mama ain't raised him like that.

Loser!Matsukawa who makes jokes one after another to hear your precious precious laugh and it fills him with pride that he is the reason of it. Still, he doesn't make any move because, again, he is an insecure little baby and he is not sure if you like him enough!

Loser!Matsukawa who bids you farewell with an awkward hug, but that hug alone was enough to make him horny and he gets blue balled, his boner hurting him while he drives back home.

Loser!Matsukawa who feels so bad jacking off to you :( you guys just met! and you look so sweet and innocent and cute, he is crazy for having all these unholy thoughts about you. He thinks about your pretty lips wrapping around his cock, your fine hands massaging his balls as he moans your name. He cums the fastest thinking about you.

Loser!Matsukawa who takes you on a second date, and this time he drinks a bit of alcohol to gain some courage and finally, he kisses you! (not before asking you though, we love a king who asks for consent first).

Loser!Matsukawa who gets a boner from kissing you and you can see the wet patch forming on his pants and he is so so so embarassed about it :(( so you kiss him more to make him feel better <3

Loser!Matsukawa who gets hard just by even touching your bare skin at any time, be it him touching your shoulder to move you a bit, or grazing your neck to clean some dust off. He. Is. Horny.

Loser!Matsukawa who jerks off every chance he gets, thinking about you.

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hajiwhore · 11 months

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leave you weightless

pairing: hokage kakashi hatake x f!reader

about: a little bit of time without your love has left you wanting so badly it makes you mad. kakashi knows just how to make it all better.

word count: 2k

content: NSFW - MDNI. reader is referred to with feminine terms and has breasts and a vagina. established relationship, unprotected piv sex, the absolute smallest dose of brat taming you've ever seen, humor as foreplay, mention of teeth (kakashi's canines), partially clothed sex (he's a busy man...), creampie, otherwise just sweet sweet reunited sex.

kendy's notes: and if i wanna fuck the ninja president in his office? what are u gonna do about it? tell me no? as always this was a joy bc i love writing for The Meow Meow of All Time.

thank you for reading. i appreciate you. stay sexy ♡

It’s your final defeated sigh and a slam of the back cover of a book hitting the ground that finally does Kakashi in, his brow shooting up as he casts a frustrated glance in your direction from his desk.

“Care to talk about what’s bothering you so badly?”

Since the morning sun sat high in the sky, you’ve been in a foul mood. Sighing, rolling your eyes, muttering to yourself, and finally - slamming everything around you with little tiny thuds.

Your hands cover your face for a brief moment before you drag them across your cheeks and cup the sides of your cheeks. The sun has started to set, the sky behind the man you raise your own eyes to look at backlit by a swirl of pink and orange. The sight makes you feel even more frustrated and you groan, rubbing your eyes with the heels of your hands.

“No.”

Your answer is shot back in an icy huff and he chuckles to himself, shaking his head and averting his attention back to the papers in front of him. If you didn’t want to speak, he wouldn’t make you but his tired mind is struggling to find the patience to indulge your little fit.

“Actually,” you start and he instantly looks back up at you, dropping the papers from his hands. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”

Your face is hot, your clothes feel restrictive, you’ve had an indescribable knot in your lower belly all day. After two weeks away from him and no private time since he returned several days ago, you’re going on 18 days without his touch. The truth is that you’re pent up and making it everyone else’s problem, a fact you’d feel more ashamed of if you weren’t so needy and the concerned look on his face isn’t helping.

He looks toward the closed office door and uses his foot to send his chair rolling back, leaving a space between him and the desk that’s big enough for you. A few pats of his hand against his thigh serve as your invitation and you practically drag yourself over to him, defeatedly plopping yourself down across his thighs and burying your face in his neck. Your legs dangle off of the edge of the chair and his arms support you at your lower back, gently rocking you back and forth.

“Let’s hear it,” he mutters between kisses to your temple. The gesture soothes you but the heat between your legs makes it impossible to do anything but let your eyes flutter closed as you breathe in the clean scent of his neck. “What’s on your mind?”

Shifting across his lap, you squeeze your thighs together and he hums when he realizes why. You finally unbury yourself from the safety of where you wish you could be all the time and the little pout on your lips makes him smile despite knowing your discomfort. Looking up at him through your lashes, you speak without thinking first.

“What if I said you’re what’s on my mind?”

The words are sweeter than he expected after the day of petulance and his thumbs rub small circles into your lower back. If there’s one thing your beloved tends to be it’s astute, as aloof as he pretends to be, and he had a feeling this was the case. He’s feeling just as pent up himself but he possesses all of the patience that you lack which begins to thin with every wiggle of your ass across his lap while you move to situate yourself.

“Is that so?” His question makes a little smirk play across your lips, the first glimmer of anything resembling amusement from you he has seen all day, and he keeps his eyes locked on you when you nod and the tip of your tongue peeks out to wet your bottom lip. It’s no surprise that you are as enticing as ever, even performing the smallest actions. “Be careful, I might start to think that you actually like me.”

This draws a laugh. Genuine, the kind that makes your eyes crinkle at the corners with how big you’re smiling, his favorite. He laughs in response and you lift your hands toward his face, cupping his cheeks gently and staring into those pretty gray eyes you find yourself so fond of.

“As much as I hate to admit it I think I do like you,” you lean forward in his lap and press a kiss to the littlest bit of the bridge of his nose that is visible from above his mask. “May or may not have missed you while you were gone, too.”

His hands move from your lower back to your hips, squeezing them gently. The banter is all part of the foreplay and you both know it, your breaths coming slightly faster as he slides one hand from your hip to cup as much of your ass as he can. The touch makes your next breath catch in your throat and he doesn’t waste a moment letting your soft fingers nudge his mask down.

Leaning his now exposed face into the soft column of your throat, the tip of his nose traces a line from the top of your sternum to your jaw. A little nip serves as your reprimand for silly behavior, those sharpened incisors you like so much scraping against you and making you shiver.

“You know I’ll give you anything you want as long as you ask for it, right?” His words send a little vibration against your flesh and you let out an airy exhale, tipping your head back. “No need for a fit.”

The hand remaining on your hip travels up your side and across your chest, grasping at your clothed breast and making your breathy exhale turn into a full blown whimper as he holds the fullness of it in his palm. You are putty in his careful hands and he knows it, your body limp across his lap.

“So tell me, baby. What do you want?”

A shift of your hips across his thighs is all you can manage with how lust weighs down your thoughts but he can’t just let you think you’ve won this round with a few stomps around his office. He is the one who upholds the rule of law around here, after all. The warmth of his hand leaves your breast and you whine despite it still finding a home grasping your chin between his fingers. Moving your head until you’re eye level with him, Kakashi is looking down at you expectantly when you open your eyes.

“Well?”

You attempt to dip your face in his direction to prevent further questioning and he stops you, holding you in place using the grip on your chin. If you weren’t almost certainly soaking through your panties, wet cunt leaking needily, you’d give him a harder time but surrender is easiest when pure electricity is flowing through your veins at his every touch.

“You, Kakashi. I need you.”

The answer is enough for him when he hears the pitchy note of need in every word and he closes the gap between the two of you, dropping his hand and capturing your lips in a searing kiss that makes you both moan. So maybe he missed you too. Continuing to allow him access to your mouth, mapping it out as if it were new territory despite only 18 days separating this kiss and the last one you shared, you grind your hips down to brush your ass against the bulge in his pants.

No more words need to be exchanged as he helps you work as much of your clothing he can over your head, shirt flying off and dropping on the floor behind his chair and your bra finding itself close behind. Now exposed, you press your tits against his chest and he busies himself pulling down your pants. You straighten your legs to help them slide off and you sit almost nude in his lap, writhing and squeezing your thighs together in anticipation of being full of him.

Wordlessly, he taps your hip and you understand his instruction to stand up. Facing him, you lean back against the edge of the desk on your elbows to watch him pull his pants and boxers down around his thighs. His almost picturesquely beautiful cock springs free and your brows knit while you tuck your lower lip between your teeth at the sight. It bobs from him in a way that feels familiar and brand new all at once, the red tip flushed and shiny with pre-cum.

Reaching for him, you wrap your fist around his cock and give it a few pumps to spread the viscous proof of his want across his length. He crowds against you, closing the distance, and you take the small step up to set yourself down on the edge of the desk. Assisting you, he guides your legs so that they are wrapped around his lower back and immediately he guides the tip of himself toward the warm, clenching heat of your cunt.

“You are soaked,” he remarks with astonishment, rubbing the fat tip of his cock through your folds and you nod with a little smirk. You are too eager to even speak and he knows it, leaning over your body and bracing himself with one of his hands splayed on the desk as he kisses you and enters you at the same time.

Nothing will ever compare to this feeling, your velvety walls welcoming him home with a clench that makes him gasp against your lips in response. This is why he gets up every morning, the promise of everything about you ever inviting but he loves the way your cunt drools for him and only him the most. You grip him as if the two of you were made to be a pair and his shallow thrusts grow in speed with each moan you breathe into his mouth.

“Missed you so much.”

The words didn’t need to be said but you’ve said them anyway, unable to keep the bubbling feelings inside of you any longer as your release builds. He grunts, eyes shifting downward to watch the way your slick folds welcome him in and out, skin slapping against skin and spurring you both on. He slides a hand from your hip to your mound, skilled fingers brushing against your clit and making your back arch. He smirks at the sight, eyes moving from where the two of you are joined to your face.

“Missed you even more,” he responds to your sentiment with his own and you smile at the romance of it all, eyes fluttering shut when the pressure he’s placing on your clit increases. Two fingers with precise, even pressure against the sensitive bundle - just how you like it. He knows you too well and he can feel the pulsating grip of your cunt telling him that you are close.

The tension in you snaps in an instant, your toes curling behind his back as you cum with a wanton moan. Later, when shame has returned to you, you’ll be grateful that the hallways of the Hokage’s office are almost always empty this time of night so they can’t hear you whimper his name while you come down from your high. A few shallow thrusts as you gush around him send him after you, stilling as he spills as deeply in you as he can go.

He is truly home.

The two of you stay locked together for a few moments, Kakashi bent over your body and gently petting your hair away from your face. Catching your breath, you smile and crane your head to kiss him.

“Don’t tell anyone but I think I might love you.”

The dreamy, tired quality of your voice makes him chuckle and he presses his forehead against yours.

“Secret’s safe with me.”

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hajiwhore · 11 months

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╰┈➤ Let's Go into Overtime

➜ Synopsis: You, a broke college student, weren't satisfied with the hours that your job was giving you. Seeing that you needed another way to pay your tuition on time, you decided to look for some other options and found the best one.

➜ Pairings: Sugar daddy!Kento Nanami x fem!college student!reader

➜ This Fic Contains the Following: modern AU, sugar daddy and baby relationship, age gap (reader is in her early 20s, Nanami is in his late 20s), unprotected sex, minor alcohol usage but both parties are still aware of what they're doing, Nanami is a little soft here, possibly ooc Nanami, oc of mine is a friend of reader, a bit of unrequited love from reader's side

➜ WC: 1,352

➜ Note: for the sugar daddy collab by my bestie @sleepysnk! i haven't written for nanami in forever so i apologize for him seeming off (y'all know the obligatory from me by now lmao) ;w;. despite kinda struggling on this one a bit, i hope i did my hubby justice~

➜ Song as Inspiration: Overtime - Jessie Ware

You felt your breath hitch as you felt him kiss and nip at your neck. Already feeling buzzed from the drinks you two shared earlier and this rush of excitement that you haven’t felt in forever, you couldn’t even remember the last time someone made you feel this way. The thought of it making your knees weak as he gently laid you down on the bed.

As for how and why this was happening, your mind began to wander back to the days leading up to this arrangement.

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‘Good start to my morning’, you thought sarcastically as you plopped down onto your couch, letting out a long sigh.

When you checked the mail this morning, you thought it would be the typical mail you got almost everyday. What you found was a letter from the college you attended, and you didn’t think much of it… that was until you opened it and read what was inside.

It was the last thing you could’ve imagined and also dreaded: your tuition bill.

You gulped and began to sweat as you read the letter over and over, hoping that your eyes were playing tricks on you and that it was all in your head. But no, this was reality. And there was one problem: you didn’t have enough money to pay for said bill.

As you sank into the couch more, you dropped the letter and began rubbing your temples with your fingertips, as if you were feeling a headache about to happen. How the hell were you gonna pay this off? You used the majority of your savings to pay off utilities and to put food on the table. It wasn’t easy due to the fact that you lived alone but you managed. But with this bomb dropped on you, you felt that your time was starting to run out.

You sighed again, unsure of how you were going to do this, you were already in debt as it is! And so, you called a friend of yours for advice, in which she agreed to come over.

—

“Why not just get yourself a sugar daddy?” Your friend Hoshiko asked, giggling at the spit take you just did. You really wished you weren’t drinking at that moment as you began to cough, not expecting such a question.

“Are you serious?” You wheezed out, trying to breathe. Meanwhile Hoshi just giggled at the scene happening in front of her.

“Yeah! I know someone who has a sugar daddy and it worked out perfectly for her! I’m telling you, you should at least try it out and see how it goes!” She said, patting you on the back.

“I dunno, Hoshi… I feel like this is gonna be a bad idea,” you add, unsure about this. “What if it doesn’t work out?”

Hoshi pats you on the back, “Well, you can at least say that you tried, right?” She asked before playfully nudging you.

With that final push, you decided to try out the dating app specifically catered to sugar daddies that she introduced to you. It took some time to find the right man, but it seemed so difficult at first. You just couldn’t see yourself dating whatever man the app would recommend you.

And that was when you met him. He was a salaryman who appeared to simply never dream of labor but was still looking for someone to spend his extra earnings on and take as a plus one to events that he was most likely dragged to.

He was a serious, no nonsense man when you first met and yet he intrigued you like no other. He eventually let his guard down around you once he became more comfortable around you.

The best part? He was better than the college jocks that you hooked up with in the past. You began to think that all you needed was an older man to take care of you. And take care of you he did indeed. He brought you everything you could ever desire, he helped you pay for your bills, he did anything for you… but not without a price of course.

For every time you needed his help, you would pay him back in full with pleasure. This was no issue for you, but every now and then you couldn’t help but feel a tad insecure. You would always get a nagging feeling in your head, that feeling being that you were starting to fall in love. And that aches you knowing that he would see you as nothing more than his sugar baby. But that still never stopped you from fantasizing about him officially being yours in your alone time. It was something you craved more than the finest jewels and designer clothing that he brought you.

You felt yourself come back to reality after feeling his lips kiss at your neck. The kisses would soon turn to him licking and nipping at your neck, before those nips would turn to bites. You felt like you were in heaven.

“Is this okay?” You felt him whisper in your ear. You felt flustered at his care for you, always seeming to put your pleasure before his despite his being repayment for you needing his money.

Nevertheless you nodded, hearing him chuckle into your skin as he left one more love bite on you. Your breath then hitched, feeling his warm tongue along your neck. It made you relax under him, his body seeming to cover yours.

After spending time with you over the months, it was like he knew your body better than yourself. Maybe this should’ve scared you but at the same time it turned you on, this was much better than your previous hookups. So much better.

“It’ll be alright, don’t worry,” he reassured you, this not being his first time doing so during your private time together. Usually you wouldn’t start tearing up until you were overstimulated, but this was different. His touches, reassurances, and kisses made you think: what if he was more than just a sugar daddy? What if he was your boyfriend? Your fiance? Maybe even your husband?

The thought of it made you tear up a bit.

Soon enough, you began to feel him thrust into you; deeply but gently. Your legs trembled, feeling him hit your sweet spot with barely any effort. He sure did seem to know your body better than yours.

Your hands were already ready to move on their own, one tangling into his hair and the other lacing your fingers together with his. You never held hands with him before until now, but something about tonight seemed more intimate compared to your previous nights.

If Nanami was surprised, he didn’t express it as he leaned down to kiss you deeply, his pace picking up. The squelching sounds from the both of you sounded so obscene that you felt flustered.

Not too long, his pace began to pick up, making you moan loudly. It was a good thing that there were no neighbors living nearby, otherwise you two would hear a complaint. Not that you and him would even bother to care.

“Ken… I’m close,” you moaned out, your hips deciding to move on their own to gain your release. This made him chuckle.

“Go on, baby. Let go for me,” he said to you, before kissing you again.

The kiss was enough to have you cream for him all over his cock, making you let out a loud moan in the otherwise quiet room. A few thrusts later, you felt him finish inside you.

As he slowly pulled out and went to get you some towels and water, you began to think. Was it worth the risk to pursue a relationship with him? Despite how it all started? Did he have any feelings for you as you did for him?

When he came back to clean you up, you smiled to yourself when he wasn’t looking. Even if he didn’t return your feelings, this relationship you had now could at least be the next best thing.

You could live with that.

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hajiwhore · 11 months

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final girl. ☆ surely all the girls being murdered in your town having something that fits your own description is a coincidence… right?

izuku midoriya x female!reader

4k words | part 2 (tbp)

cw/tw : yandere!izu, quirkless/loserboy!izu, stuttering, stalking, drugging, thighfucking, facial, male masturbation, noncon, somnophilia (kinda), alcohol, oc side character, kidnapping, murder (mentions).

“you’re not seriously going out, are you?” comes from your doorway, you turn towards the voice in just enough time to catch sight of your roommate inviting himself into your room, as he always does, before plopping himself down on your mattress.

you sigh before answering, knowing he’s about to spout some of his repetitive nonsense.

“of course i am, fuzen.” he blinks at you with his usual unamused expression, heterochromatic eyebrows slightly raised in a way that you’ve come to learn is a signal for you to ask more about what he’s saying. you take the bait. “but, why do you ask?”

“you’re the target of that serial killer.” you purse your lips at his immediate and dramatic response to stop yourself from laughing, you really shouldn't entertain him all the time. he’s mentioned a few things that could probably cost him his job for disclosing the, in his words, eerie similarities, that you have had with all the victims of recent murders.

it started with things like how they all had your eye color, or that they were all described to have your height and build. you passed those off as generic things, but fuzen didn’t. it spiraled into things as specific as one of them having your hair. well, their hair, but it was the same length as yours, the same color, and her body was found with it styled with the same way that you’d fallen in loved with and wore repeatedly that week. one girl was found with copies of the jewelry that you frequently wore, another even had her nails done almost exactly like your new set.

the longer it went on, the more insistent your roommate became about you listening to what he had to say. but you always changed the subject, figuring that the less you know the easier it’ll be to shake off the cold feeling on your back you sometimes get after leaving the apartment.

“i thought you were a stealth sidekick,” you laugh him off, yet again. ”when did you get demoted to a detective?”

“why does your room feel weird?” he asks suddenly, adjusting his sitting position like he’s been made uncomfortable while he looks around your space. “has someone been in here?”

“uh, yeah, me.” you suck your teeth at him before turning back to your vanity and get back to finishing getting ready.

“why don’t you believe me?” he asks, you can tell he’s a little irritated and it makes you feel bad for always brushing him off.

“‘zen… i know you care about me, i’m sorry.” you meet his gaze in the mirror, finding him already looking back at you. “maybe you’re just overthinking because you care about me?”

he nods slowly, before cracking a grin and shaking his head, “nah, i’m probably just jealous because i don’t have a stalker.” he rolls his neck and you wonder how much truth is in his words. “though i’d probably prefer it without the murder.”

“i don’t have a stalker.” you retort while he chuckles to himself before standing.

“you know,” he stretches his arms, fingertips touching the ceiling as the hem of his shirt lifts to reveal his toned stomach, something you quickly look away from. “that habit of immediately denying stuff that you’re anxious about is gonna bite you in the ass one day.”

his mouth is good at keeping you from being attracted to the rest of him.

“but not today,” you speak matter of fact, “because i do not have a stalker.”

“right, yeah.” he sniggers, clearly not believing a word from you. “didn’t you say you felt like you were being followed home the other night? you should think harder on the description—”

“anyways!” you cut him off, knowing that he’s not going to stop talking unless you make him. sometimes you’re not sure if he actually likes having conversations with you or just the sound of his own voice. “shouldn’t you get back to tying some red thread between the pictures and articles hung up on your wall mr. detective.”

“fuck off.” he flips you off from where he’s now lurking by your dresser, leaning against it as he’s focused on checking his phone. “i know you think i’m joking, but they put me on the west end so i’ll be patrolling over by the party if you–”

“oh! my rides here,” you lie, jumping up to slip past him and out of the conversation. “so, i’ll text you when i make it back home since you’ll be on patrol and i won’t see you again tonight, right?”

“wait!” he calls after you, annoyed by your sudden escape, as you slip on your shoes. “text me if something happens with your ride and i’ll walk you back!”

“bye, fuzen!” you yell back, walking out the door. “love you!”

/// /// ///

maybe… fuzen wasn’t just talking to hear his voice. maybe, there’s a small possibility that you do have a stalker.

you could chalk it all up to your roommate giving you anxiety about the whole situation, or that you’ve had a few too many already. but you can’t deny the fact that from the moment you stepped out of your apartment building until you climbed into your ride’s car, you felt something watching you.

it was a hot gaze, a familiar one. it could’ve been a neighbor, you reasoned to yourself as you waited for kirishima to arrive, and that theory sounded best as you repeated it to yourself at the party, laughing with him and his friends and downing drink after drink. until the chill on the back of your neck reappeared, despite how warm your blood is from the alchol. and no matter how much you looked over your shoulder to try and find some kind of source for it, there just wasn’t anyone there.

“you good?” sero asks when you fail to reply to your name being called.

“huh?” you turn to him to find the whole group looking at you with concern, your face flushes at how ridiculous you must look, being so skittish. “oh, i’m fine,” you force a laugh, hoping it seems genuine. “think i just had a little bit too much.”

“no sweat.” kirishima nods towards the glass door behind him and you try to ignore how sero and denki exchange glances. “let’s go get some air.”

“yeah, okay.” you hope the earth swallows you whole as you follow behind him.

you regret coming, regret not shutting your door while getting ready, regret letting fuzen talk his mouth off at you for so long about it. you’ll chew him out about it tomorrow.

you take a deep breath as you walk out the glass door, kirishima’s large palm rubbing soothingly on your back helps settle the nerves. there’s a comforting warmth that takes over the anxious heat as you lean into him.

“sorry i’m being weird.” you mumble as he guides you into his chest, melting into him and the sound of his steady heart beat.

“you’re fine,” you feel the arm holding his cup raise, the pause between his words meaning his downing the rest of his drink that smells way too strong. “don’t worry about it.”

the two of you sway for a bit, his arms around you and your head on his chest with the muffled music as ambiance.

it could be blamed on the alcohol but in this moment, you’re thankful you have kirishima. thankful for how it took absolutely no time at all for you to get comfortable with him, how it felt like an instant connection when he silently prompted the two of you to play tictactoe in the margine of your notes. something that quickly snowballed from passing messages to walking you back to your dorm, and then hang outs as his frat house.

he’s always offered himself as a stress relief for you, making sure you’re comfortable while you’re with him and pressing you about it any time that you seemed tense. there’s been a few awkward moments where you thought he’d tried making a pass at you but he’s always been quick to clarify. plus he’s so warm, like… really warm. his arms feel like a blanket around you. god, how is someone so big and bulky also so soft? you could probably fall asleep like this, surrounded by him.

“hey.” you’re pulled from your thoughts, and from where you were tucked into him. “you knocking out on me?”

“sorry.” you giggle, at his ever playful expression. “you’re just so comfortable.”

the smirk on his face is a harmless one, you think. and it’s awfully pretty.

“bakugou needs me at the beer pong table.”

“i don’t need you, fucker.” you hear the blonde shout from where he stands at the door. did he yell at him before too? “they just don’t want me to embarrass them by beating their asses by myself.”

kirishima laughs. ”you stayin’ out here?” you hesitate, but nod. you feel better, but the thought of facing his friends again so fast is a little too intimidating. “i wont let anyone come out here and fuck with you.” he squeezes your hip before chasing his friend inside. “come watch me when you’re ready!” the redhead calls to you from where he now hangs out the door, his toothy grin clear as day even from this distance.

you only wave back, your dizziness telling you it’s not a good idea to raise your voice right now.

you let yourself stumble back against the wall before pulling your phone out. you try three times to call fuzen and it immediately cancels before you realize you have no service where you’re standing. you curse under your breath as you push off the bricks and force your legs to carry you around the corner of the house. finally a full bar of service, you have to focus on the blurry phone icon while your thumb finds its way there.

why is everything so hard?

you manage to fumble your phone before you’re able to start the call. it feels like there’s a brick in your skull with how heavy your head becomes as you bend over to reach for the device. just as your finger tips touch your screen, there’s big, rough ones which grab at your hips. you don’t have time to scream before your arm is wound behind your back and used to press you against the brick of the house. you lose any hope of grabbing your phone and yelp as your chest and cheek sting at the harsh contact. your vision spins as you blink in the dim light, you can’t even make out the shape of the person behind you.

”don’t scream.” the stranger speaks in your ear, though slightly muffled, it still makes you freeze all the same. the adrenaline delays the recognition of the cold blade at your back, a knife. how were those girls killed again? you immediately nod, further scraping yours skin against the jagged edges of the brick. fear courses through your veins as he takes hold of your free arm and brings it back with the other, wrapping a large hand around both to keep them in place.

you try to plead with him when his knife moves from your back, the threat of it gone, or maybe all the alcohol making you bold enough to speak.

“i haven’t seen your face.” you whisper, hoping it was low enough for him to allow it. “you don’t have to kill me, you could just let me go.”

“let you go?” he asks, surely it’s your intoxicated mind, but he sounds genuinely confused, almost hurt by your words. “i can’t,” he mutters and you whine as your heart hammers in your chest. “i f-finally have you.” you hear the man sigh behind you before he presses his face into your neck, you can hear the echo in whatever metal he has wrapped over his face as he inhales deep against your skin and your body instantly reacts with chills shooting up your spine. “you smell so good.” he begins to pant as his free hand gropes at your body. “so m-much better than any of them did.”

“please… don’t,” you beg when he reaches your breast, where he squeezes it just enough to hurt before clumsily rubbing his fingers over your nipples through the cloth.

“but i knew you would.” he continues as if you didn’t speak, as if your words don’t matter. “you’re the b-best, the only good one, only you.”

his hand drags from your chest down to your waist where he starts to struggle with your bottoms. and your eyes begin to feel with tears at the inevitable.

“please just let me go.” you try again, hoping for just an ounce of pity. “i really won’t tell anyone.”

“i’m sorry.” his body pressed up against you, shoving you farther into the hard wall, ”i’m sorry, angel,” you finally realize just how much bigger the man is than you. “im just–i can’t stop. i need you.” his grip on your arms disappears as he opts to use his large stature to keep you pinned, with both of his hands to work your bottoms down to your knees before he’s humping against your ass. “i wanted to wait– wanted our first to be special.”

the deadweight feeling at the back of your mind aches to takeover, the dizziness, the fear, the effor it takes for you to just breathe right now it far too much, so you succumb to it all– making you completely helpless. all you can do is stand there and hope he’ll let you go once he’s had his fill. not that it’s easy, there’s bile churning in your stomach when you hear the click of his belt, feel the shuffle of him tugging his own pants down.

you have to bite your cheek to stop yourself from crying when you feel the heat of what has to be his cock prodding between your thighs. the only thing keeping any distance between its heat and your most vulnerable parts is the underwear holding the last bit of your dignity together. but once he wraps his arms around you—which squeeze you so tight you think you’ll burst— and he angles you so your hips stick back enough for him to rub between your thighs while pressing up against your cunt, you’re sure you’ll throw up regardless.

he, however, groans at the contact. “s-so warm.” you can hear him begin to pant as his hips start rhythmically pressing into yours, the force alone enough to jolt your body against the wall. “f-feel so good.” you can taste blood as you hold back your sobs. it feels like an eternity passes, each groan and inhale against your nape makes you more nauseous until your body has had enough.

being pushed too far from the fear, the drinks, and the pain, it causes you to collapse on yourself. everything seems like it fades as you fall slack in the stranger's arms. maybe if you die while unconscious, it’ll be okay. at least you won’t feel the pain.

sounds come in and out like you have bad radio service, your eyes too heavy and body too weak to get a good sense of what’s happening, but you hear—

“t-this? my girlfriend drank too much s-so i’m j-just—“ comes from somewhere around you, somewhere close.

“awww!” you hear, whiney and dragged out from some girl who definitely had more than you tonight. “you’re such a good boyfriend for babysitting.” your heart aches when you try to fight, to move, to scream and you’re far from successful.

“i wish my boyfriend let me drink that much.” if you could just tell one person what’s happening, if you could just show even a little bit of struggle, someone could save you. “you’re even carrying her! so cute!” if someone could just see your face, maybe they’d see that this is not who you arrived with, someone could tell kirishima. “you guys get home safe~!”

you feel like a boulder is set on your chest, the weight of your failure weight bearing on you when everything’s quiet again.

/// /// ///

you don’t know how much time passes before you’re able to bring yourself out of your useless state until you’re finally able to blink your eyes open and take in your surroundings. it’s all blurry at first, but the furniture in your line of sight slowly starts to resemble that of the setup you have in your room. there’s your vanity, your nightstand, this is your comforter, a weak smile works its way onto your lips.

you could cry from the relief. whatever happened, whether it was all a dream or something you won’t be able to remember, you don’t care. you’re home.

you toss your head back into your pillow, taking in a deep breath, catching the smell of what's likely your own sweat before you try to stretch your arms out, the needles stabbing into your hands making you feel the need to shake them to fix your blood flow. but they don’t budge, and the sound of metal clanking makes you shoot your eyes open and then you feel it.

your grogginess to blame for you not being able to the cuffs that encase them before. nor the sinking weight that kneels beside you, a large figure looming over you looking that much more daunting with the light behind him illuminating only his towering figure as he hunches over you, huffing and whining with his cock only inches from your face.

your lips tremble when the false sense of safety washed away and you look up past the movement of his hand, slowly taking in the dark green mess of hair that falls around his face, the chunky metallic mask that causes each of his heavy breaths to be echoed before you meet his eyes, the wide, terrifying green gaze that burns back at you makes you wish you were still unconscious.

“o-oh.” he’s so loud as he shoots out his load across your face and the bare parts of your chest, thick and hot where it lands. you cringe as your name is chanted off his lips and you squeeze your eyes and mouth closed, not wanting to let yourself be any more violated than you already feel. your head pounds as you feel the urge to cry, but you can’t seem to force yourself to.

“i didn’t—i didn’t finish earlier,” you hear him mutter above you, “and it hurt—looking at you,” a hand smoothes along your hairline, making you jump at the contact, and he retracts. “s-sorry… you’re just… so pretty.”

“can i…” he starts and you’re not sure if you’ll be able to answer if he actually asks you a question. “can i take a picture? it’ll only be for me, i promise.”

“please…” your voice is weak and you have to try and gather some spit to swallow to allow yourself any more volume. “don’t…” your request is sure to be ignored, he’s seemed to do whatever else he’s liked.

“you’re r-right,” you feel the mattress rise once he disappears from beside you, “another time.”

you try to test your voice again, you’re not sure how long it’s been since what you can last remember, but if fuzen wasn’t on patrol, he’d be in bed. if only you could scream.

“i’ll clean you up, is that o-okay?” you don’t reply, only tense when the warm cloth wipes at your skin. “sorry, again. i feel like such a pervert.”

you open your eyes again once they’re clean, and staring at your curtains, you try to think. you can’t even speak, can’t move, can’t fight. how long are you going to be so helpless?

“are you okay? i know i probably scared you…” you wish you could scoff. “could you at least look at me?”

you don’t move to face him, not wanting to look into those horrifying eyes again. just the thought of him, next to you now, staring at you with them makes you shudder with fear.

“look at me.” he grips your jaw, reminding you how big his hands are as he forces you to turn towards him. you avoid meeting his gaze. not wanting to know if it’s just as piercing as before, instead, you take in the green mess of curls, how they stick about and fall into his face. you can see him staring at you, but still, skip over making eye contact and make out the freckles at peek out from behind the metallic mask that seems to be slipping, making you close your eyes again.

if there was any small chance of you getting out of here alive, there’s no way you can see his face.

“hey–”

“your mask,” you whisper, and his grip loosens as soon as you speak.

“oh,” he mumbles back. you can hear what you guess is him toying with it, but you realize as you peek up, was him removing it. “guess i don’t need this.”

with his face fully revealed, you can feel yourself sinking into acceptance of your fate.

“you’re staring…” you can visibly see him swallow, his eyes darting between yours and the floor. “am i attractive?” a soft smile grows on his lips at him complimenting himself as if you’d really said it. “i’m happy you think so.”

“i have a roommate,” you speak, voice cracking.

“what?” his eyebrows drawn together, face set in a scowl before he pushes himself from your bed. “you need some water.”

“he’s a hero.” you try again, even as he walks away and you’re sure you’re out of earshot. “a strong one, and he’ll be home soon.” you pick your head up to watch him throw the door open, and all of your hope for your roommate saving you drains as you stare down a hallway that doesn’t belong in your apartment; you’re not home…

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hajiwhore · 11 months

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suggestive, MDNI

“you are impossible!” you’re standing in oikawa’s living room, fists at your side, glaring at the man who smirks from his spot on the couch.

“awh, is someone a little worked up?”

you’re fuming, absolutely livid. if it was possible, you’re sure smoke would be coming out of your ears right now. unfortunately, this is nothing new. oikawa knows exactly how to push your buttons, and you know how to push his.

“you literally pay me to manage you. let me do my fucking job!” you snatch the tv remote out of his hands, turning off the show he’s been distracting himself with. he glares up at you.

“if you did your fucking job,” he mocks you, slowly standing up to tower over you. “we wouldn’t be in this situation, hm?”

you started as oikawa’s manager 3 years ago, right before he left japan. things started out great. you got him a couple brand deals right off the bat, kept his schedule clean and clear, all while making sure he was okay.

about a year ago, something changed between you two. now every time you’re around him, you want to claw his eyes out. that, and he’s been getting into trouble more often than not.

in front of his teammates, the press and coaches, and anyone else, you two appear to be the best of friends. oikawa praises your efforts constantly, having nothing but good things to say about you. but behind closed doors? it’s like a cage match.

“right, cause i told you to make those stupid comments post game the other night.”

he chuckles. “aren’t you always telling me to ‘speak from the heart?’”

you pinch the bridge of your nose, walking towards the door to grab your things. clearly, this isn’t going anywhere.

“that doesn’t mean you should say terrible things about the other team. that gives you a poor image. do you want to be known as the biggest jackass in men’s volleyball?”

he laughs again, and you know he’s doing it to get on your nerves. it’s working.

“i bet you would, it gives you more attention,” he’s right behind you now, and your heart is racing at how close he is. “that’s all you want, right?”

“what?” you turn to face him, only to have him be directly in front of you. he takes a step towards you, and you take a step back.

“awh, c’mon. it’s obvious. is someone feeling a little under appreciated?”

“i-i’m going home,” you say rather unsure, still walking back with each step he takes towards you.

“doors that way,” he nods behind him and pouts. “i’m sorry i didn’t see it sooner. your attitude, your short temper; you’re working so hard, isn’t that right?”

your back hits the wall now, and cages you in with his hands, fingers splayed on either side of your head.

“i work hard because you can’t behave like a professional.”

he smirks, eyes narrowing as he leans closer, if that was even possible. he looks at your lips, then your eyes, and then coos.

“and you work so hard,” he breathes on your lips and you feel dizzy. you’re stubborn, and you don’t want to admit defeat. but you’re also not blind, and you’re very aware of how attractive the man in front of you is.

“let me thank you for your hard work, will you let me?” he nudges your nose with his and you let out a shaky breath.

“yes,” you whisper, and he smirks.

“then jump.”

#i would die for this man

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hajiwhore · 11 months

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HQ Boys Trying to Put a Baby in You

+genre. nsfw

+warnings. well obviously baby-making, creampies, talks of getting pregnant, bodily fluids, smut

Atsumu is committed.

Day and night he complies with your wish, having you any and everywhere he seems content with.

Whether that means fucking you on your bed, legs wrapped around him while he pounds into you, or if it means having you someplace else; like an empty locker room after a game, Atsumu is up for it all.

Personally though, you have to admit that the moments after a game are your favorite. It’s when everything is so raw and alive and the crowd has barely stopped screaming Atsumu’s name before he’s dragging you off to an empty locker room.

It’s there that Atsumu fucks you, bending you over and holding you against the lockers. You can barely think straight as he pours every emotion he has into you, letting you feel his excitement, his anger, or even his eagerness to fulfill your wishes.

On and off the court he’s so determined, and it shows when you’re pregnant less than a month after you start trying.

Non-stop fucking will do that to you though, but much to Atsumu’s pleasure the fun doesn’t have to stop there. After all, he’s already knocked you up, which means he has nine more months of you all to himself. And believe me, he’s going to savor every second of it.

Sakusa thought it was funny at first. Then, he’s eager.

In a way, he thought you were kidding when you told him you wanted him to put a baby in you. Like okay — he could do that, sure.

Kyoomi has always given you what you wanted, but it seems this time he underestimated how much you really wanted this. And quickly, he begins to realize that you’re not messing around.

You’re on him every chance you get, jumping his bones after practice, before practice, or any other time Sakusa doesn’t find himself busy.

You’re on him and more often that not you’re riding him, taking control of your desires which shocks the hell out of Kyoomi.

He’s used to being the one in control. He’s used to being the relentless one, but he most certainly can’t say he doesn’t like it whenever you straddle him, sinking yourself down on his cock and pleasuring the both of you until you’re nothing but blubbering messes.

Sakusa can’t say he has any complaints at all.

And in fact, he’ll start practicing less, leaving games a little earlier than usual, all just to rush home to you and have you in any ways he can.

As long as it takes, he’ll be there. With open arms, and an eager cock.

Kuroo can’t think of anything else. He’s literally fucked dumb.

No matter where he is, the thought of last night’s endeavors are always playing in his mind; every moan, every touch captivating his attention and it’s bad.

It’s gotten to the point where the only thing Kuroo can form a coherent thought about is your pussy. He thinks about how good you always feel wrapped around him when he’s in meetings.

He thinks about the way you squeeze him whenever you’re so close to cumming, and the way you seem to milk him for everything thing he’s worth, every time.

Kuroo’s not sure how long he can keep up with your request, simply because he’s getting overwhelmed. He craves nothing but you, wants to come home to nothing except you with your legs spread open.

And more often that not, that’s exactly what he comes home too. And as much as Kuroo knows it’s gonna overtake him, as much as he knows that your pussy is gonna suck him down a rabbit hole of desire; he still can’t resist sinking his cock into you every time, always wondering if this will be the day you officially ruin him.

Bokuto is insatiable.

He’s desperate to fulfill your every need, wanting to do it all for you and this is no different.

Bokuto’s only mission is to give you what you want, and if his baby wants her pussy filled every night then who is he to deny it?

In fact, he’s right there with you and before you can even blink, buried inside you to the hilt.

The feeling of his heavy balls slapping against you is one that you will always welcome, knowing that it’s your job, your duty to milk him for everything’s he’s worth. After all, that’s what you wanted, right? You wanted him to fill you up until there was no possible way you weren’t pregnant.

You wanted him to fuck you like your life depended on it, and so you told him that. And so he delivered.

Every chance he gets, Bokuto makes a mess of you on his cock, cumming into your womb again and again.

It got to the point where he was overstimulating himself, but he didn’t care. He had a one track mind when it came to you and besides, Koutaro could never resist making you happy. And if his cock could do that, then you better believe he’s going to be buried in your cunt any chance he got.

Fucking you over and over until he was sure his princess got everything she wanted.

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𝑩𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅! 𝑮𝒐𝒋𝒐 𝑺𝒂𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒖 𝒙 𝑪𝒂𝒎 𝑮𝒊𝒓𝒍! 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

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𝑮𝒐𝒋𝒐 𝑺𝒂𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒖'𝒔 𝑷𝒍𝒂𝒚 𝑷𝒆𝒏✯

𝑬𝒏𝒋𝒐𝒚❤︎

His face was heated as he peered at you with wide eyes, fangs between his lips, and drool dripping from the corner of his mouth. What exactly is this? He pondered this as he allowed his eyes to be soaked in the precious sight before him.

His precious cute, tiny, and adorable best friend sitting in the middle of his bed in his dorm room. His precious sugar bunny, clad carefully in cotton red ropes. Wrapping neatly around your arms, knot between your breast, around your waist, hips, and between your thighs. Red lipstick staining your pouty lips and those long fluffy red bunny ears adorning your face.

He swallowed the thick lump in his throat, and his cock began to swell beneath his underpants as he took in the sight of you. “Bunny?” he called after you, still keeping his eyes trained on your body. He had finally closed the door to his room behind him and walked over to the bed where you sat on the bed. Long, slim fingers cupping your chin, tilting your head back just so that he could take in the sight of your face. “What are you doing here?” he asked.

You bit your lips as you answered him in a low and seductive voice, “I told you that today’s a special day didn’t I?”

He chuckled a bit before responding, “You did, but I told you that it’ll have to wait until next month.”

“But I don’t want to wait until next month,” you whined while pouting your red lips at him. Gojo bit his lips, to keep himself from devouring your lips. “You promise that you’ll do this with me.”

“Well unfortunately for you, I can’t help you with that right now.”

“Why?” you asked him as if you didn’t know what his answer was going to be, you’re just hoping that he had another reason.

But to your surprise, he didn’t and you should have expected that. “I told you already, bunny. It’s no nut November. I’m already halfway through the month and I want it to continue that way until the first of December. I promise I’ll do whatever you want me to do.”

“No fair Satoru, you promised,” you cried out. You quickly sat up on your knees, pulling your face away from his hand to bury your face into the crook of his neck, and softly kissed his burning hot skin. “You promise to fuck me today Satoru. Please don’t do this to me. Can’t you see that I’ve dressed up nicely just for you? You like bondages don’t you?”

“I do,” he replied in a soft tone. Your body trembled slightly when you felt his large palms on your hips, dragging his dragging and pinching the rope that covered a small patch.

“It looks good on me right?” you asked as you continued to leave wet sloppy kisses on his neck.

“It does.” You felt his hands moving behind your back, slowly moving down to grope your tiny butt in his big hands.

You whined against his neck, locking your arms tighter around you to keep him as close to you while he continued to massage your butt. “Does it turn you on?”

“Can’t you feel my cock pressing against your tummy?” he asked. You nodded against his neck. Indeed you could feel his long girthy cock, pressing up against your tummy. You could feel it jumping slightly beneath his underpants with each kiss you planted on his neck.

“Then if it turns you on so much, why don't you forget about this stupid no-nut November challenge and come stuff my tiny little cunt with your big cock Toru?” you whispered seductively as you pulled away from his neck to stare up into his lust-filled cerulean eyes. “I want your cock in me, Toru. I want to feel your cock inside my pussy. I want you to stretch my tiny little pussy with your big, fat cock, please.”

His breath hitched in the back of his throat, hands trembling slightly against your skin as he listened as you spoke dirty to him.

“Don’t you wanna fuck me? I promise I’ll let you fuck my ass if you fuck my pussy right here and right now Toru. I’ll let you fuck my ass deep and hard, and I’ll even squirt for you. C’mon Toru, don’t you wanna fuck my tiny little holes?” You swear you saw his eyes flicker and sparks sparkle as they lowered into a sexual, half-lidded look. “Even before that, I promise to be a good girl and let you fuck my throat. I know you like sloppy heads so Toru.”

“Yeah I do like sloppy heads,” he whispered while licking his lips.

“So come on Toru, what are you waiting for?” Your fingers found their way into his hair, gently tugging at his roots while you slowly pulled him down for a kiss. Both your eyes flicked back and forth, you were so close to kissing him.

So close, but just as your lips were about to touch, he chuckled and then whisper, “As tempting as fucking your ass and throat sounds little bunny, I still won’t change my mind.”

“Bitch,” you cursed before pushing him away from him. “Fine then, you don’t have to fuck me, I’ll fucking do it myself.”

“Be my guest then, little bunny,” he said as he looked you up and down one last time before turning on his heels to go take a cold shower to cool his steamy body down, and hopefully his rock-hard cock too.

It took a lot of him not to bend you over and fuck you right then and there. Honestly, you just had to be so cunning, sneaking inside his private dorm room at 8:00 pm in the night and begging him to fuck you.

He knew he had promised you that he would have sex with you today, after all, this is an extra special day for you as well. Today marks one year since you became the top trending cam girl on the most famous cam girl website, tinybunnygirls.com. And to celebrate your success, you invited him to join your stream.

He felt bad honestly for breaking his promise to you, but not bad enough because the no-nut challenge meant a lot to him and he hoped that you’d understand, but he was mistaken. He sighed heavily as he stripped from his clothes, and hopped in the shower to take that cold shower to relax him and his aching cock.

Meanwhile, you were pacing back and forth inside his room in front of the camera you had put up earlier to catch the moment you and he were supposed to have, but it didn't happen, leaving you to ponder about what to do now. Today was your anniversary and you promised your stream that you’d let your super hot best friend (who was also your sex partner) fuck you live on your stream.

You almost gave up on your thoughts until you saw your phone pinging with notifications from your fans asking if you would stream or not. An idea suddenly popped up in your head, the most perfect idea.

“If Satoru won’t fuck me willingly, then I’ll just have to bait him into doing it with me,” you said to yourself as you went to grab the bag that you’d left inside the closet earlier. You grabbed your laptop, tablet, and your tripod. Your camera was already out, so you just had to quickly set it up. Once you were through with setting up your stream, you went for a few toys and your lube. You got the bed, logged in on your account, and made sure that everything was perfect.

SugarBunnie is now Live on TinyBunnyGirls.

Shortly after you went live and chatted with your stream a bit, Gojo walked out of the bathroom to see you sitting on his bed with a few toys on the bed and a bottle of unopened lube.

“Guys I know I promised that Satoru was going to join the stream today but he had… well other things to do, so I did the next best thing that I could.” Without saying a word, he walked over to his P.C. stand and got comfortable around his PC. This isn’t the first time you had a live stream within his presence, but it bothered him because he knew or a part of him thought that the reason you’re doing this now is to spite him.

“How do I look?” you asked your stream. The sound of tokens and heart notifications echoed throughout the room and you giggled. “It’s perfect, isn’t it? I know… I wanted Satoru to see me dressed up pretty for him, but too bad he’s not here to see this.”

From the corner of your eyes, you saw him roll his eyes at you before reaching for your tablet that was on the bed to read the comments. Something he took pleasure in whenever you were streaming in his presence.

“Alright guys… I’m not in the mood for talking tonight. I’ve been horny all day and I just can’t wait to stuff my holes with my toys.”

“What?” his eyebrows furrowed as he lifted his head to look at you. Did he hear you correctly? Holes?

“Mhm hm… holes. I got a special treat for you tonight. How’d you like to see your favorite bunny take this cock in her ass…” Gojo watched as you took a dildo that was almost the same color as his cock. The dildo was a bit smaller than his cock, but it was thick enough to do some real damage. “Do you think that it’ll fit? I mean my holes are so tiny.”

definitelynotmyleftballs: pretty sure it’ll fit Bunny…

Geto. notsuguru donated 1000 hearts… put it in for us.

Sukoochie: stop playing around and get to fucking…

“Ok ok, guys don’t rush me… let me just get it nice and wet for you guys.” You glanced over at Gojo and smiled before you slowly parted your lips and shoved the plastic cock in your mouth. His pants tightened around his hips again as he watched as you slowly thrust that dildo in and out of your hot little mouth. This isn’t the first time he watched you suck on a cock, hell you’ve even given him a few blowjobs here and there, but you didn’t do it too often because you’re always complaining about his cock being too big.

But as he sat there and watched as you shoved the plastic toy down your throat, he couldn’t help but wonder if you were lying to him about not being able to deep throat. Ugh… fuck he was in for a long night with you.

…

“Ugh… yes I’m coming again… I’m coming again…” you cried as you turned to look into the camera as you rode on your plastic dildo. “Hmm fuck… it’s stretching my pussy so well… it’s so big… so so big.”

Gojo grunted, his hand itching to palm his cock through his underpants. It’s been almost 30 minutes since your stream started and now you are currently in the middle of riding and overstimulating your tiny little pussy on that cock you had, sunk deep inside of you. Though you were defiant and a touch bitter, he had to admit you looked so incredibly fucking hot, stretching out your little pussy for him and your stream to see.

He watched as you tossed your head back, a tiny hand gripping your tits, that tiny yet jiggle booty of yours bouncing as you slid up and down on that shaft, feeling every rubbery vein caressing your slick, wet gummy walls. “You wanna see me cum again right… hm… you know what to do.” Just then Gojo took a glance at your tablet screen and watched all the tips you're receiving, comments asking you to lean forward on your elbow just so that they could see your pussy dripping and creaming around that dildo while you cum.

“Thank you… thank you… thank you…” you cried. You glanced over at Gojo, who was now looking at you. He had one hand perked up against his jaw and one hand just hovering close to his cock. You could see it, his heavy cock fighting against the confines of his clothing, twitching with desperation to be touched and if you looked just a little closer, the front of his sweatpants were slowly becoming wet with his precum.

You smirked, biting your lip as you leaned forward on your elbow as continued to ride that cock that you wished was his. Your pussy was on full display on the screen and as soon as you slightly bent those knees to ride a bit faster, your thighs began shaking, pussy began clenching and pulsing as the white creamy liquid began to drip from your pussy and onto your dildo. You were fucking cuming, and hard too. More tips began to roll in and comments, praising you, commending you for cuming and sounding so beautiful while you came too.

“Fuck… my pussy feels so good cuming like this for you…” you cried while you maintained eye contact with Gojo. “Too bad Satoru isn’t here to see me cuming like this for him, around his thick girthy cock… fuck guys… I want his cock in me so badly.”

Vixen, Gojo muttered at you and you giggled. You sat on your dildo and turned to your camera, “Did you like that?”

fumushifuro: fucking loved that…

geto. notsuguru donated 1500 hearts

geto. notsuguru tipped you $2500: gonna ride that dick again sugar bunnie?

That user geto.notsuguru’s comment caught your attention. This had to be Geto, Gojo’s best friend you thought… You giggled a bit before replying though, “Hm… I wanna but my pussy is a bit sensitive and this dick is not enough… I want more. Don’t you wanna see more?” You turned to look at Gojo and you saw him nodding his head yes. “You wanna see more don’t you?”

“YES…” Gojo whispered to you as he watched as you slowly slid the dildo from your pussy, you then turned around facing the camera with your legs spread. Your swollen, dripping sensitive pussy was on display for them to see, however, Gojo had to shift a bit in his seat just to get a view of your pussy.

“Hm… I wonder where I should put it this time?” you teased as you picked up the dildo and you began to massage your clit with the shiny tip that was already slick with your arousal. “My pussy is a bit sensitive you see and I kinda don’t wanna suck this cock right now. I guess I have no choice but to put it in my ass then.”

Gojo’s brows twitched slightly, and his eyes flicker your holes, to your eyes, and back to your hole. He looked up at you again and whispered, “You about to fuck your ass?”

You ignored him (well mostly because you couldn’t answer him on your stream, you had to pretend as if he’s not there) but also because you wanted him to fold and just get the fuck out of the chair and come fucking rail your holes. Using both your holes until he’s pleased.

“I got a special toy for this. Let me go set it up quick,” you quickly hopped off Gojo’s bed, and went into his closet for your portable fuck machine, you also grabbed the small flat iron tray that you also packed when you were packing to come to his house.

You quickly rushed out with your toys, then went back on the bed to set up. You heard Gojo whisper, “What the fuck?” as you attached your dildo to your fuck machine, before suctioning the machine to the metal tray on the bed.

“Surprise…”

daddy longlegs: Now that’s what we're talking about…

definitelynotmyleftballs: there we go bunnie…

fumushifuro tipped $1000

fumushifuro donated 500 hearts

geto. notsuguru donated 2000 hearts: lube that cock up bunnie and put it in your ass.

You didn’t even need to be told because you were already popping the unopened lube, squirting a generous amount in your hand to rub on your toy. From the corner of your eyes you saw Gojo shifted a bit in his seat, tugging down his sweatpants a bit to relieve a bit of pressure from his throbbing cock.

If only you knew how badly he wanted to be the one to stuff your ass with his dick. Gojo’s been begging you for anal for the past how many months and you refused, but look at you now about to fuck your ass with that fucking toy. He didn’t know if he wanted to be pissed, or even more turned on.

“Never done this before you know… Satoru was supposed to take it easy with me today… but I guess I’ll have to do this myself,” you said to the stream while you squirted a bit more lube on your hand before bending over to finger your hole until it was stretched out enough to fit that toy inside you.

“Ugh…” you moaned as you slowly entered two fingers inside your puckered hole, gently thrusting your tiny fingers in and out, massaging the spongy, rubbery surface with the lube. “Fuck… I wonder if it’ll fit…” Your back was turned to the camera and also your laptop so you were unable to read the comments, but you could hear the tips and hearts being donated.

This felt so foreign to you, but it was slowly starting to feel more pleasurable as you kept on moving your fingers in and out of you. You didn’t wanna spend much time fingering your ass, you only wanted to warm up your hole so that it would be easy for the dildo to slide in. So with another few thrusts, you took your fingers out and quickly gathered a few pillows to rest below your hips, you then adjusted the fuck machine so that it could line up with your hole properly.

“I think I'm ready…” you giggled as you spread your legs and lifted them a bit so that you could grab your toy and slowly began to push the tip inside of you.

Gojo gulped, eyes trained on the way how your tiny little hole stretched around that toy, how your toes curled, drool leaking from the corner of your mouth and your widening in the process. “Fuck.. fuck…” you cried as that toy continued to stretch you out.” Hm… I’ve never felt so fucking full,” you cried as you release the cock, pressed the button on your toy then you went to play with your clit while the toy did the rest of the work.

“Fuck…” Gojo whispered, finally giving into the urge to rub his cock over his sweatpants as he watched with eyes that were filled with lust as that toy thrust in and out of your puckered hole.

"Holy fucking shit..." you cursed, throwing your head back. Nothing could compare to how you felt just now. Sweet pleasure raced through your veins, yet the discomfort of having something so foreign inside drove electricity through your veins. Sweat started flowing down your brow, down your neck, and onto your breast.

Your body felt so hot, cheeks burning, eyes watering as you laid there and took that dick into your ass. If you knew that anal would have felt so amazing then you would have taken Gojo upon the offer a long time ago.

“Fuck… fuck… hm…” you moaned. Your head felt a bit dizzy from the overwhelming sensation that was coursing through your body as you lay there and allowed yourself to be fuck, the toy moving at such a moderate speed, doing almost a perfect job at stretching your hole. Your fingers rubbed your clit a bit faster, as the toy went deeper into your hole.

“Fuck… is that what you wanted to see…” you stuttered as you lifted your head to look at the camera. “Oh my god… feel like I’m about to cum already… ugh…”

geto. notsuguru: gripped that ass and stretch that hole so we can see that ass getting fuck…

fumushifuro: God… what a fucking site…

“Do you… fuck think… I look pretty getting my tiny hole fuck… ugh fuck fuck…”

As soon as those words left your lips, tips, and hearts started to roll in. A delirious grin appeared on your face, your pussy pulsing and clenching with desperation. You were so close to coming.

You somehow managed to look over at Gojo, who now had his cock out of his pants. His fingers wrapped tightly around his heavy meat as he stroked his shaft up and down, his lips slightly parted to release his quiet yet breathy moans.

“Ugh… fuck Satoru…” you moaned as you continued to gaze at him. “If only he knew how close I am to cuming… no fuck I’m gonna cum, gonna cum…” as the toy moved faster into your hole and a few thrusts later, you were squirting. “Fuck… I wish Satoru was here to fuck my ass like this and make me cum…”

And that comment did it for him. He hopped out of his chair, yanked the toy from your ass and your hand away from your clit and before you knew what else was happening to you, he had two fingers stuffed deep inside your squirting pussy.

“You just had to break me huh?” he growled.

“Ahhh, fuck Satoru… yes yes yes…” you cried.

“Fucking slut…” he grumbled above you, as he stretched your walls painfully fast.

Your pussy flexed around his fingers as you whimpered. The tip of his fingers reached your deepest area, caressing its spongy surface that you adored. You sob, holding back the tears that threaten to fall. "I'm gonna fuck another finger in you," Gojo hissed as he inserted another finger into you. You gasped a little, but as soon as the pain hit, it was gone. Gojo had already fingered you with three of his fingers, so this was becoming even more enjoyable for you.

“You’ve been teasing me all night. Do you want your stream to see how much of a dumb slut their favorite number one bunny is… want them to see me stretch your pussy with my cock?” he whispered.

“Yes… give it to me… fuck give it to me,” you cried as you lift your hips just so that his fingers could thrust deeper into your fluttering hole. “Another put in another finger Toru… please,” you begged him and he obliged quickly. You felt the fourth finger slowly stretching your pussy, spreading nothing but pain and sweet pleasure across your walls. “Yes… fuck…” you cried when his thumb moved to rub your clit, before looking at the camera that was slightly behind him. “His fingers are so deep… so fucking deep.”

You're dripping over his palm, and as he plays with your bundle of nerves, you can feel the warm pressure in your tummy slowly bubbling, cramping as you prepare to cum over his fingers. "I'm going to drain every last ounce of cum out of you," his low voice was just the push you needed to cum. And you accepted it, quickly claiming it with your back arched, and your lips opened widely as you released more moans.

Once he was through with making you cum on his fingers, he slapped your pussy a few times, before turning towards your stream. “Hey guys I guess I’m here after all heh?” he chuckled as he turned to see that your body was still shaking from your previous orgasm. “Y/N’s so mean to me.”

“I’m not mean, I just need you to hurry up and come fuck me,” you whined.

“Patience,” he said before spanking your ass. “Let me get a toy for myself,” he said before getting up from the bed and going to his closet, and then shortly after he came back out with another red rope, like the one that was tied around your body, in his hands. “Let’s have some fun now shall we…”

…

After a bit of teasing the fuck out of Gojo, he finally decided to give to urge and just fuck you like you wanted him to. So now, after he went for another rope, adjusted the camera to your stream to his liking, took his shirt off, and put your tablet nearby, You found yourself on your knee on the bed before him, with your hand on his sweatpants and his finger on your chin.

“Are you my good girl?” Gojo asked as he stroked your chin with his thumb while staring down at you with those lust-filled cerulean blue eyes of his.

“I’m your good girl Satoru,” you whispered, eyes batting innocently at him while you clutched his sweatpants between our fingers.

“Mhm… of course you are. My good fucking girl,” he mumbled beneath his breath, his thumb moving from your chin to caress those sweet lips of yours, pulling down your bottom lip a bit to expose your tongue.

“Your good fucking girl,” you repeated before closing your lips around his thumb and gently sucking.

“How about you show your stream how you love to suck my cock like a good girl hm?” he asked and you didn’t hesitate for even a second. You quickly sat up on your knees, your tiny hand wrapping around his swollen, thick heavy cock, and your lips pressed against the pink mushroom tip.

You kissed the tip of cock sweetly before wrapping your lips around his girth. Slowly, your mouth began to stretch to accommodate the size of his cock as you moved your head down to take him as deep as you can down your throat in one go. You began to cough, your other hand clutching his sweatpants a bit tighter as you continued to go down on him until his cock was buried deep inside your throat.

“FUCKK…” Gojo groaned, his hand quickly finding purchase at the back of your head to keep you pressed against his cock for as long as he could. Your mouth was so hot against his cock, he could feel those walls inside your throat clenching and unclenching around his cock. He swore he could just bust then and there inside your mouth, because god damn, he felt like he was about to fucking lose himself. It wasn’t until you started choking vigorously around that he finally decided to let you up.

“Mhm…” you groaned as you released his cock with a pop. You drew in quick breaths, then went back to licking the underside of his cock, humming now and then at the tangy taste of his cock. “Mhm… love your cock Toru…” you mumbled against his cock, quickly glancing up to see him staring down at you with his lips slightly parted to release those sexy breathy moans of his.

“Mhm… you do,” he managed to get out between his heavy breathing. “Keep your eyes on me, baby.”

“Mhm…” you moaned against his cock, your tongue swiftly circling his cock head, then lightly sucked on the tip before sucking him back into your mouth. You could feel his long finger massaging your scalp as you pulled his cock out of your mouth yet again to spit all that slob and precum you had inside your mouth before your hand to cock his length with it. “So big… Toru… so fucking big…”

Just to note, your stream was going crazy with hearts and tips. They’ve never seen you suck a real cock before, but the sight of you on your knees, in front of your best friend with his cock deep inside your throat was doing something to this. Hence this is one of the major reasons why you were their number-one bunny on that site. You’re always surprising them with your perverted and naughty self.

“Come, baby, take it down your throat again,” Gojo almost begged as he used the grip that he had in your hair to pull your head back, just so that he could be the one to fuck his cock back into your mouth. He groaned the moment he entered your mouth again, his eyes snapped shut as he thrust deeply into your throat and his ties finally curled against the floor when his cock hit the back of your throat.

You began choking, spit bubbles foaming at the corners of your mouth, your eyes bursting with tears. It pained to have his cock this far down your throat, but you wanted to be good for him, now that he had finally given into the urge to fuck you dumb, you just had to be good for him.

“Fuck… I could cum in her mouth,” he moaned, feeling his balls getting heavy with his release. “Do you think I should cum inside her hot little mouth?” He was close enough to reach for your tablet to read the comments that were popping up, while you were still, choking around his cock. “Hm… they said that I should cum in your pussy instead, do you want that bunny?”

Whatever sound it was that you made around his cock, he took that as confirmation before finally pulling your head away from his cock and watching as all that saliva dripped from your mouth and onto his bed sheet. But he didn’t care, right now he just wanted to stuff your pretty pussy to the brim with his cock before fucking that tiny little asshole of yours.

“Beautiful, now lay down and spread those legs for me,” he said before picking up the red rope he took from his closet. As soon as you were on your back with your legs spread, he was quick to bind your thighs against your legs and your arms above your head. “Next you tie yourself in ropes, make sure to do it properly.”

“Ok…” you whispered to him while smiling. This was new to you, well not really because he’s tied you up before, but never like this and you were starting to feel excited. You turned your head towards the camera and smiled, “I’m about to have Toru’s fat cock stretching my pussy out.”

“Doubt she’ll be able to talk when my dick is inside of her,” he chuckled as positioned himself between your legs. “Enjoy the rest of the stream guys…” and that’s all he said to your stream before grabbing his girthy cock and slapping it against your pussy. “Look at that fucking pretty swollen, plump-up pussy, just waiting to be stretched out hm…”

“Mhm…” you moaned, feeling the heavy meat slapping repeatedly against your cunt.

“Such a pretty naughty pussy just waiting patiently to be fucked. You want my cock baby,” he asked with a grin gracing his lips.

“Yes… put your cock in me please,” you begged.

“Haven’t you had enough, you greedy whore,” he teased as he continued to tease your pussy with the tip of his cock. You whined, your eyes becoming doe-like as you stared up at him cutely. A sinister smile graced his lip when he saw that fat tear roll down your cheek. “I gave you my fingers, what more do you need?”

“Your cock, please fuck me…” you whined yet again.

“Aren’t you a good girl?” he asked.

“I am a good girl,” you answered.

“Then why are you begging like a greedy fucking slut… are you a slut?” he asked.

You whimpered, your cheeks flushed with embarrassment, but honestly, you could care less about that because all you wanted was his cock. “Satoru… please just fuck me…”

“Fine…” he said as he slapped your pussy one last time with his cock, before slowly thrusting deeply inside your messy dripping cunt. “Here fucking take it.”

From this vantage point, you felt overly full. It felt like his cock was about to shred your cunt. Gojo moaned at how tight you were still, and despite how frequently he had fucked you, he was still astounded at the incredible grip your pussy still had, even when he took you deep.

He pushed deeper inside you, his cock twitching as his cock head rested comfortably on your g-spot. He remained a little still inside of you, breathing fiercely as he clamped both his hands beneath your knees. "I feel like I'm about to cum in this pussy," he said, his balls feeling a little heavy and heated. “Fuck.”

“Don’t fucking cum, until you fuck my ass Toru…” you cried as you clutch the ropes that held your hands together.

“Fuck… you want me to fuck your ass too…” He moaned as he slowly drew away, then smashed inside of you, his thrust rough, calculated, welcoming, and violent.

“Yes… I want it there too,” you answered, which was followed by his low grunting. You managed to turn to look at your stream… “He makes my pussy feel so good. I… I bet you... Ugh fuck… I bet you wish you were here fucking me too huh…”

“Stop teasing them bunnie, only I can make this pussy feel good.” Your stream went off again with notifications and you couldn’t help but smile.

“Yes… only you Toru…”

“Good Fucking girl…” He panted as he savagely hammered into your pussy. Your pussy had him on cloud nine, his heart pounding against his chest, sweat dripping down his beautiful neck, pecs, and abs. You were doing things to him, especially because he got the chance to fuck your ass. You couldn't possibly be more perfect than you already were.

He looked down through his lashes to see what a gorgeous mess you were for him. Your red lipstick was smeared across your lips and chin, and your eyeshadow was smudged by your tears. He couldn't help him, so he had to mess you up a little. "Show me your tongue," he grumbled as he leaned forward, his face just above yours. You protruded your tongue for him. He gasped as he sucked a glob into his lips and spit it on your tongue. "Swallow it, and then show it to me again." He didn't waste another second spit in your mouth because you did as you were ordered.

“Faster… faster Toru… Faster…”

“As you wish,” he groaned as he straightened his posture to speed up his deep thrust. The sounds your bodies made as they slapped against each other were driving him mad. “Such a tight little pussy…”

“Mhm… fucking love it when your cock is in my tight little.”

“You love it when my cock stretches your little hole hm… pounding this sweet fucking cunt into oblivion hmm?” He said as his thrust grew more violent.

“Mhm… fuck… I love it,” you cried so beautifully, finger clenched tightly. He leaned forward again, his tongue slipping beyond your lips, and don't forget the large glob he left in your mouth when he parted from your lips. “Tell them how much you love when I fuck your tight little slutty cunt…”

You turned to look into the camera, eyes filled with tears, and each word being knocked out if you're his cock, began to brutally abuse your g-spot. “I fuck… love it when Toru fuck my little pussy… he’s gonna make me cum… help him make me cum.”

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“Yes, keep it coming and Satoru will make me cum.” Your orgasm then hits you harder than the others.

“Atta fucking girl,” Gojo praised, then winced as your wall contracted around him even tighter. “Look at her fucking go… ah fuck yes… fuck yes. That’s my good fucking girl, that’s my good little slut.”

It was getting hard to move, but he kept thrusting, he was about to cum too, the slow pressure building from his tummy traveled to his balls, and slowly made its way to his cock. But he wasn’t ready to cum yet. He still had your ass to fuck, so he quickly pulled out of you, grabbed the lube from the bed to rub over his cock, then squirt a bit of lube on his finger to prep your ass, even though you had already stretched it out a bit.

He listened as you whined and complained about already being prepped, but if only you knew that he was doing this for your good. So he ignored you and fingered your ass still while he read the comments on the tablet.

…

“I don’t know guys… my dick is pretty big, do you think she can take it in this tiny little?” he asked your stream as he used his other hand to spread your left booty cheek.

“I can take it Toru…” you mumbled.

“In this tiny little hole?” he teased as he pulled his out of your ass, and grabbed your right ass cheek to spread your ass a bit more.

“Yes… I promise I can take it…”

“Fine by me then,” he said. You watched as Gojo pumped his shaft before lining up with your entrance. “Hold on, let me untie you for just a bit,” he said as he quickly unbound your hands and legs before resuming his position. “Ready baby?”

“Mhm hmm..” you moaned and shook your head yes. He bit his lips, resting one hand on the back of your thigh while the other held his cock and guided it toward your entrance. You began whimpering when he pushed the tip, you cursed between your clenched teeth at the feeling of his cock stretching out your tiny little hole.

Gojo eyes trained to the site of your ass opening up for him, slowly sucking in his cock. He too cursed under his breath as he watched as your puckered hole stretched around his thick cock. “Fuck,” you cried out, hands gripping the sheets tightly as he continued to bottom out inside of you.

“Holy fuck… Y/N, fuck,” he grunted once his cock was full seated inside of you, his hands moving to massage your thighs as he tried to compose himself.

“So full… gosh,” you cried. “Please move.”

“Fine…” is all he said as he rested one leg on his shoulder, the other hand keeping that ass spread as he pulled out slowly and thrust back in.

“Oh god,” you cried, your thigh muscles spasmed, stunned by how much Gojo’s cock is bullying the fuck out of his ass with his increasingly rapid, harsh thrust. “Fuck… fuck..”

“You like that baby?” Gojo asked before pressing a kiss on your leg that was on his shoulder. “Feels good to have my cock in your ass?”

“Mhm… yes… more please…” you begged, wanting to feel his cock up in your tummy. Gojo chuckled as he slammed into you, already finding that sweet spot in your ass. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, your hands moving from the bed to grip tightly onto your breast. “Fuck… I’m gonna cum again…” you cried out, unable to feel anything but his cock filling you up and your body melting as if it were on fire.

“Fuck…” Gojo mumbled, eyes still fixed on the site where your ass met his pelvis.

“Gonna make me cum… Toru fuck,” you moaned. Gojo’s thumb quickly found your clit, and he began to rub it harshly, desperate for you to cum.

“Let it go, baby, let it go,” he urged as he quickened his pace. The manly grunt that fell from his lips and your moans filled the more weren’t able to drown out the sound of your ass getting fuck. But that didn’t stop your body from shaking and Toru's hips from moving.

“I cuming,” you screamed, notification going off when the viewers saw that burst of liquid squirt from your pussy. “Yes… fuck yes… all this fucking cum from getting ass fucked…” Gojo said nothing, too busy flicking your clit to get every last drop of cum from you.

“We’re gonna be here all night stream because if this is how she cum from getting her ass fucked, then I’m here for it.”

…

You were beyond petrified, but you still managed to get Toru to fuck you on your live stream, I mean wasn’t that your game plan? Or did you have something else in mind?

𝑾𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒅𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌?

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hajiwhore · 1 year

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lust struck

tetsurou kuroo x fem!reader

18+ MINORS DNI

contents/warnings: accidental aphrodisiac usage (reader), alcohol mention, praise, use of pet names, thigh riding, vaginal fingering, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, squirting, dacryphilia, reader and kuroo are engaged, service dom!kuroo

wc: 1.5k

author’s note: my first haikyuu piece! enjoy, y’all!

the faint noise of a whimper almost pulled kuroo out of his sleep. his mind merely chalked it up to be the sounds of a dream, the likes of which you and your sweet sounds often played the starring role in.

however, the second whimper accompanied by the feeling of something wet and heavy sliding back and forth on his leg definitely had his eyes snapping open.

blinking his drowsiness away, kuroo sat up in bed to see you, satin cocktail dress bunched around your waist, grinding your wet little pussy against his thigh.

his breath got caught in his throat and for the first time ever, tetsurou kuroo was at a loss for words.

regaining his composure as he heard a choked sob leave your lips, kuroo reached a hand out to your face. “quite the wake-up call you’re giving me here, angel.”

you looked up at him and the sports promoter was surprised to see unshed tears in your eyes, the water threatening to spill over your lashline as you continue to rock your hips against the exposed skin of his thigh.

“tetsu,” you whined out to him. “tetsu, i need you, i need you so bad please.”

normally you begging for him so nicely like this would put the biggest smirk on his lips. however, kuroo’s head was still trying to process what exactly the hell was going on.

the last time he saw you it was around 9 pm and you were heading out to have a girls night with your friends. he had given you a quick kiss to your lips, told you to be safe, call him if you needed anything, and sent you on your way.

now, it was 2 am according to the digital clock on his nightstand, and you were back here in your shared bedroom trying to ride his thigh like a bitch in heat.

“baby, it’s late and you might be a little tipsy, maybe we should wait till the mo-“

“tets, it hurts.”

he frowns. “what do you mean it hurts, baby?”

you choke out another sob as a tear spills down your cheek, grinding your core down onto his leg with more fervor.

“there was this drink I had at the cocktail bar, and i-i didn’t see until i finished it that there was some aphrodisiac in it.”

kuroo’s usually droopy eyes widened. an aphrodisiac?

“i-i thought it was just a gimmick, but now i feel like…like…ohmygod tetsu it hurts so bad, help me please please- oh”

your head was thrown back and the hardening and flexing of muscle gave new stimulation to your clit, kuroo’s large hands grabbing onto your hips and aiding you in moving along his thigh.

your fiancé gently shushed you. “it’s okay, angel, you don’t have to beg. m’ gonna take care of you, alright?”

you move your head to meet his tender gaze, nodding vigorously as the dark haired man leaned over to give you a kiss, one which you were more than eager to deepen.

the new facet of intimacy added onto the sensations your clit had been receiving for the past few minutes went ahead and tumbled you over the edge for the first time. unfortunately, the aphrodisiac you had consumed wasn’t letting up, for the scorching heat you felt was back in an instant.

“tetsu,” you breathed out to him, a pleading look in your eyes. “i need more.”

“then more is what my sweet girl will get.”

kuroo lifted your smaller body off of his thigh, turning you around so that your back was against his chest. he then hooked his legs over yours to keep you spread open, your greedy pussy exposed to air in the room that seemed to be feeling warmer by the second.

snaking a hand down towards your glistening core, your fiancé brought his lips to the shell of your ear. “my poor baby, you must’ve been suffering so much tonight.”

a little gasp left your lips as his thumb started to circle your clit, teeth nipping at your earlobe. you pushed your hips further into his touch, but couldn’t move much with kuroo’s legs keeping yours pinned.

“let me do all the work, sweet girl. just relax f’ me, okay?”

one finger slid past your slick-stricken entrance, quickly followed by another since you were already plenty wet. his fingers quickly began to pump in and out while his thumb continued its ministrations on your swollen bud.

you leaned your head back against kuroo’s shoulders as you cried out, the relief of having your pussy played with a saving grace after being subjected to the effects of the aphrodisiac for hours.

the sounds leaving your lips began to gain intensity as the dark haired man slid the thin strap of your dress off your shoulder, his other hand quickly going to knead at your tit as he fingered you.

“tetsu,” you panted out. “feels s’good!”

you felt your lover smirk against your neck as he began to pepper it with kisses, adding a third finger into your cunt and curling them.

tears streamed down your cheeks, so happy to feel all the wonderful stimulation your pussy was receiving. kuroo picked up the pace of his fingers even more, drawing harsher circles on your clit as well.

you struggled to vocalize to him what you were experiencing. “t-tets…”

“i know, baby, i know.”

and with one last flick to your bud, you were coming undone again.

“there you go, sweet girl,” kuroo cooed as he felt you creaming around his fingers. “does my baby feel better now?”

the answer to his question didn’t come from your words, but rather the hot feeling returning to your cunt, a pained whimper leaving your lips.

you tilted your head up, eyes hazy and brain fogged with need. “need you to fuck me, tetsu.”

the dark haired man quickly flipped the two of you over, your back pressed into the mattress as kuroo hovered over you. he quickly slid his grey sweatshorts off as you babbled to him.

“need your cock so bad, tetsu, fill me up, please.”

your fiancé grabbed the fabric of your dress, instructing you to lift your arms up so that he could rid you of the clothing. you obediently did as you were told.

as soon as he had both of you naked, kuroo grabbed hold of your hips and lifted them up slightly. bringing his hardened cock to your core, he slid his dick between your sticky folds.

“d-don’t tease!”

“‘m not, angel, i promise, just gotta get lubed up.”

keeping his grip on your hips, kuroo started to insert his big cock into you. every inch that he pushed in had you descending into another layer of euphoria, the feeling of being filled consuming your every thought.

“s’ full, s’ full!”

kuroo hummed as he started to slide back out of your sloppy pussy only to slam back in when he was almost all the way out. moans bubbled past your lips as he continued to snap his hips into yours, moving you to meet his thrusts each time.

the sight of your tits bouncing as he slams into you is a sight that will never get old, the dark haired man burning it into his memory every time.

leaning over you so that he could reach your lips, kuroo began to kiss you in between your moans. keeping one hand on your lower back for leverage, the other came to intertwine your fingers together.

“fuck, you feel so good, sweet girl”

he changed the angle of his thrusts, hitting deeper into you. your eyes rolled into the back of your head as you let yourself fall further into the pleasure your fiancé was bringing to you, the effects of the aphrodisiac being alleviated with one snap of his hips at a time.

you could feel the coil in your stomach tightening once more, your free hand reaching out to grab onto kuroo’s shoulder. “tetsu, m’gonna cum!”

“then cum, angel, you deserve it.”

you weren’t sure if it was the aphrodisiac, your fiancé’s sweet words, or the fact that it was your third time cumming, but your final orgasm had you gushing around his cock, liquid soaking your joined pelvises.

“shit, sweet girl,” kuroo grunted, the sight of you squirting around his dick triggering his own orgasm as he spilled inside of you.

the two of you were still for a minute as you regained your breaths. resting his forehead against yours, the sports promoter gave a quick peck to your lips.

“now are you feeling better?”

you nodded, encircling your arms around his neck and tangling your fingers in his hair. “i am, i think it’s finally over now.”

“good, you were starting to worry me there, baby. not used to seeing you willingly beg so much.”

you felt your cheeks warm in embarrassment.

“shut up.”

kuroo chuckled, leaning down to press a quick kiss to your cheek. “i’m just messing with you.”

“i know,” you replied. “thank you, tetsu, i…i really needed you.”

“of course, sweet girl, i told you i’m always gonna take care of you.”

he brought your hand to his lips, placing a quick kiss on the back of it as your diamond shone in the moonlight.

“that’s why i put this pretty ring on your finger, yeah?”

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hajiwhore · 1 year

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A fun white day

warnings: far to loving, deepthroat, masterbation (male), p in v, ushi is soooo pussy drunk (could be read on its own but some characters will not make sense)

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one year later

Poland

"so how are things going with the wife,"

"She's not my wife," Ushijima responded to his teammate in the crowded bar. You're not his wife, yet.

"yeah yeah, did you get her anything for Valentine's day?" He asked, forgetting that the two of you celebrate differently than they do here.

"We don't do that. She gets me something then I get something for her next month,"

"oh yeah, yeah I forgot," His teammate was far too drunk already while Ushijima hadn't even gotten through his one beer. "Well, I can tell you this. Get her a sex toy! My wife loves the vibrator I got her," Ushijima's face flushed at his friend's comment. Other people at the bar began to look over at them at the outburst. Deciding it was time to go home, Ushijima grabbed his teammate and drove him back to his house. He couldn't even bring himself to look at his wife when she opened the door.

That night when Wakatoshi got home he was welcomed with a quiet house. You and Isa were in France spending time with Tendou, and Ushijima couldn't go with you guys. Even though that was the plan. Ushijima's manager had scheduled him for an important meeting that he couldn't miss. Sadly, he wasn't able to spend time with his best friend and his now family. He sulked to his room missing your bright energy engulfing him as soon as he opened the door. Once he was ready for bed he got in the covers and pulled out his phone for one last look before hitting the pillow. He thought back to his teammate's remark and searched up sex toys. He's never used one, and he doesn't think you have either. While scrolling through a dildo had caught his eye. It was a custom dildo. He could get a mold of his penis, and you would be able to use it whenever he wasn't there.

The two of you had now been together for a year. Falling asleep together in the same bed and then waking up tangled in each other's arms. Yet not once had the two of you had sex in your time of being back together. The six foot three man laid in bed thinking about what face you would make when you used the dildo. What face you would make when you were using his own cock. Bouncing up and down on him, and using him for your own pleasure. He felt his dick begin to harden at the thought and attempted to dismiss it, but the thought of you stripping for him made him go crazy. He already has a hard time keeping it in his pants when he watches your thighs jiggle as you walk. He's worried he'd scare you away if he tried initiating it. The last time the two of you did it, at 19 and 18, he left immediately the morning after, but now he knows about after care and all the other stuff. He just needs to prove it to you. He adds the dildo to his cart for now, and he will maybe buy it after post nut clarity. His left hand goes under the covers and in his boxers. He felt like he was 18 again secretly fisting himself after games where you looked so pretty cheering him on. He used to get erections everyday in highschool seeing you, but it interrupted his volleyball practice and deep down he felt terrible for thinking about you that way. He learned to keep it down, and then the two of you finally had sex, but it's been years. He's only had sex once. With you, and his cock had been craving your sweet pussy ever since. He began to slightly stroke his cock in a way he thought you would do it, but it wasn't the same. Your hands were soft and his weren't. He picked up his phone with his right hand and began to scroll through his camera to a picture of you on y'all most recent date. You were wearing an expensive silk dress Ushijima had brought you as a gift from across the world. The photo was of you sitting across from him at the white clothed dinner table in a fancy Italian restaurant. In the photo you were leaning forward a bit so there was a perfect amount of cleavage. His dick jumped a little and a tingle went down his stomach. He began to slowly stroke his dick again as he looked at the picture. He imagined your makeup being ruined from gagging on his thick cock. How loud you would be doing it. How you never do anything half assed, and how you would try and deepthroat him. He thought about your pretty face covered in his cum. How you would thank him for the meal, and begin licking your lips trying to get all of it. He started to think about his cum dripping from your pussy. He couldn't believe he got to fuck you at 19 without a condom, and didn't spread you legs to watch it drip out. He tightened his fist a bit to bring himself a little pain. He wanted to recreate how tight your pussy was that night. Finally what brought him to his high was the thought of your big pregnant belly. Your boobs would get bigger, your face would get rounder, and your thighs would get fatter. He was going feral over the thought of you pregnant with his baby. He quickly threw the covers off of his body, and jerked his cock faster as he reached his high. Small huffs and groans were heard in the small room while the first spurt of cum came out of his cock. He hasn't cum this hard in a long time. He tried to catch his breath pulling out his hand to find it covered in white. Looking down he noticed his boxers had a dark patch on his crotch too. He quickly got changed, and returned to his bed looking at his phone. He looked at the dildo in the cart for a few more minutes before ultimately deciding to buy it.

1 month later

14 March

Walking into the house both adults couldn't stop thinking about one another. They had just gotten back from dinner, and ushijima was clad in a white button up and black slacks. You, on the other hand, wore the same dress Ushijima got off to just a month ago. You were still unaware of the fact of course. Isa was spending the night at a friend's house allowing you and jima some alone time. When the two of you reached the bedroom you walked up to the broad man and put your hands on his chest. You kissed his jaw and left a peck on his lips. The two of you only kissed a handful of times and made out once. It wasn't unusual, but it was still special to him to receive a kiss.

"jima," you said in an airy voice. The way you said his name has the blood flowing straight to penis.You were looking up at him and suddenly your large doe eyes weren't as innocent as they were before.

'Can I do more?' he could tell you were asking. He nodded his head once and you left one more peck on his lips. Your hands began trailing down his chest feeling each bump from his muscles through his shirt. You unbuckled his pants and began pulling his shirt out of them. You left small kisses on his jawline and felt the small stumble on your lips. He smelled so good. So manly in a way you would let him do whatever he wanted to you. You began unbuttoning his shirt and slowly lowered yourself as you reached the bottom of his shirt. Now on your knees you looked up at the tall man and his head was looking down at you. He couldn't get over how pretty you looked right now. Both of your faces were flushed red at the intimate moment. His hands remained on the button of his pants and told him, "toshi i've never done this before…i-i'm sorry if it's not good," He watched you in a way that said it's okay. "you're the only person I've had sex with," He remained quiet at your comment. Had he had sex with another person while the two of you weren't together? He watched your eyebrows draw together in thought. He panicked that you got the wrong idea and immediately shook his head.

"You're the only one I've had sex with. The only one I want to have sex with," He was so sure about everything. You couldn't help but smile and find comfort in his words. You continued to unbutton his pants and bring down the zipper. After you pulled down his pants you looked at the small wet patch on his boxers. You could see his cock jump through the boxers every time you moved your hands on his strong thick thighs. God everything about him was large and muscular. Pushing him back he got the memo to go sit on the plush bench that rested at the end of your bed. Ushijima brought his left hand down to your face and cupped your chin so you looked up at him. He then ran his thumb over your lips before sliding it into your mouth.

Deciding to give the lucky man a show you closed your eyes and began to slowly lick and suck on his thumb. He gasped a bit in surprise and pulled his thumb out to then work on getting his boxers off. You forgot just how big he was down there.

It was pretty average length, but he was gurthy. His thick cock hung down while he sat. He was taking his shirt completely off and you sat in awe of the Greek god in front of you. Strong pecs, and eight abs starting right under it. His big biceps that would bulge out in every shirt he wore. There was a prominent V-line and green haired happy trail that led from his belly button down to his beautiful cock. He was so veiny and inviting. He's cock seemed so heavy it could barely hold itself up. You left small kisses starting at his knee trailing up his leg til you reached his pelvis. Then you repeated the same on the other side. Both of you thought back to how he did the same to you all those years ago. It felt so good and you haven't even touched him yet.

You lifted your hand and put one on his cock and the other rested on his thigh. You heard toshi take in a breath of air throught his teeth as soon as you touch him. He was so sensitive right now. He could cum at any moment if you let him. You sat up a little on your knees and let a glob of spit slowly drip down from your mouth. Landing perfectly on the mushroom head. His pretty, dark red, leaking tip. His dick was a bit tanner then the rest of him and it made him all more appealing. You lifted his dick up more so it stood straight and leaned you head down to lick a soft stripe on a vein that started in between his balls and up to his tip. He had such big balls. They hung down over the side of the plush bench, and you couldn't help yourself but pay more attention to them. No wonder you got pregnant the first time with those big breeder balls. If Ushijima could see into your head right now all he would hear is the word cock over and over again. He jumped a bit when you cupped his ball and put it into your mouth. You suck gently on it while you fondle the other. You switched and repeated it on the opposite ball. You stopped when you saw his thigh begin to shake from the simulation.

You looked up to see your 'toshi watching you with hooded eyes as you left small kisses and kitten licks on the head of his cock. Finally you moved your head down to take it in. You started sucking softly on the head giggling a bit at his expressions. He looked so pretty. His head started to lean back, but he kept forcing himself to look down at you. His mouth was open and his chest kept rising and falling. You moaned around him and he let out a gasp. His groans were music to your ears as you tried to force his cock deeper. Taking him out of your mouth you spit on his dick again and begin moving your hand up and down jerking him off. When you began to suck again you felt a large palm thread through your hair pushing you lightly down on his cock. The master bedroom was full of so many sounds from just two people. Gagging, groaning, and gasping was all that could be heard. You could tell 'toshi was close by his abs tightening up and his breathing picking up. While you sucked on his cock you forced yourself to deepthroat him. You stuck your tongue out to lick between his balls as tears began to fall from your eyes. At one particularly loud gag that had spit seeping from both sides of your mouth Wakatoshi pulled you off as you coughed for air. He stood up and began jerking his wet cock off at the sight of your flushed face with red, teary eyes. Your eyes held so much love. Your large doe eyes looked up at the man as he came undone. His head leaned back and he closed his eyes tightly as he came all over your face. You tried to stick your tongue out to catch the thick ropes, but most of it landed on your face and your pretty black dress leaving it stained by your loving boyfriend's semen.

Once Wakatoshi composed himself he hooked his hands under your arms and brought you to your feet. He wrapped his arms around you and kissed you harder than he ever has. There was so much passion in the kiss. He didn't want you to get away from him. The cum that was on your nose got on his and he couldn't care less about it. He licked your bottom lip and then inserted it into your mouth. As your tongues danced together he began unzipping your dress and letting it drop to the floor. When he finally departed from you he saw the tears fall from your eyes. You had a small smile on your face and watched his eyes roam around your face.

"Why are you crying, bunny?" His deep voice had a small crack in it as he spoke. He was very worried that you were in pain. Had he done too much? Did you not enjoy it as much as he did? Did you not want to move forward?

"because i'm happy," You said, his hands raised to your face and you placed your hands over top of his, "i'm so happy right now," There were small cracks in your voice as you spoke though sniffles, tears, and your quivering lip . You really were so happy. There was so much love between the two of you and just a year ago you were convinced everything was lost for you. But here he was holding you close. Skin to skin. Wanting to show you through his actions how much he loved you. He nodded his head once and dropped his hands to your thighs. He wanted you to jump so you did. Wrapping your arms around his neck, and your legs around his waist. He turned around and gently laid you on the bed treating you like glass. He kissed down your body starting at your lips then down your neck, to your chest. One kiss on each of your breasts above your bra. Then down your tummy, one each on your hips, then he lifted up each leg at a time and kissed up to your calf. He came back up to your panties and left one kiss on your pussy through the item of clothing. His eyes were shut and he stayed there for a moment before opening his eyes and looking up at you. He looks so pretty between your legs, and he thinks you look so pretty from this view. His brain short circuited when he looked back down at your panties covering your heat. Without thinking much more his strong arms reached up and ripped your underwear open. You gasped at the force in which he ripped them off.

"jima-" you gasped, but he seemed far too hypnotized to look up or even react to your outburst. He wanted nothing more than to stuff his face in your beautiful pussy.

"if you lick it, it's yours,"

"huh," you said, what does he even mean by that?

"tendou always said that if you lick it, it's yours, so if i lick it does that mean it's mine?" He asked, still not looking away from the glistening hole.

You giggled finally realizing what he meant and you nodded your head, "yes baby, if you lick it it's yours'" you couldn't help but continue to giggle until you felt his tongue lick up your already wet pussy. God, it's been far too long. He was basically making out with your pussy at this point. Kissing and sucking. He brought his left hand up and used his pointer finger to begin drawing small circles on your clit. His face kept looking up to yours and back down to your pussy to make sure you were feeling good. It was so hot to see the bottom half of his face covered in your slick, and how his eyes showed that he still wanted more. Shoving his face back between your legs, his tongue started to move in and out of your pussy. He'd curl it up as soon as he got it as far as he could then scoop your cum out. Eventually he moved his left hand down from your clit and slowly brought his middle finger into your vagina. You were still so tight, and his singular finger was so thick. Eventually he tried fitting in another, and then a third. Your loud moans could probably be heard from around the block. He was more than proud of himself. You caught his small smirk before he went to suck on your clit. You brought your hands down once you felt the small knot tighten in your stomach. Noticing your hands tugging and pulling on his hair he started speeding up a bit at his fingering. He was still sucking on your clit and his tongue kept flicking the small bean. It felt like you were gonna pee again. It felt like the future and the past were all meshing together as your thighs tightened around his head as you came.

When he crawled back up so the two of you were face to face he took his forearm and wiped at his mouth, and oh my god was he sexy.

"I need to grab a condom," He told you in his deep, sultry voice. You immediately shook your head no and tightened your hold on his shoulders. " I need words, bunny."

"no, no condom please," You could barely think and his cock wasn't even in you yet. Your bottom lip jutted out as you gave him your best doe eyes. You wanted nothing more than to feel his fat, veiny cock hitting your cervix and the risk of having his baby again. You could tell in his face that he wanted it too. He wanted to watch his cum leak out of your used pussy, and leave you nothing but cock drunk on your toshi. Yours. Everything is for you. He seemed careful about what he should do next so for a little more convincing you started rubbing the front of your right foot on the backside of his thigh as you reached behind your back and uncliped your bra. He noticed your struggle to take the bra off, and when he turned to throw it in the laundry basket you quickly brought him back down on top of you. Slightly shoving your boobs in his face. For such a big man he had such a simple mind. You began pawing at his chest and he finally got the hint. With one arm holding him up beside your head he reached down to grab his cock and begin lining it up to your pussy. You spread your legs a little bit wider as he began to rub his cock over your pussy. When it got caught on your clit you let out the most beautiful whine. He started with just the tip letting you adjust, and then slowly started to sink down. You were so lucky. You have such a handsome man on top of you, and he seemed just as out of breath as you are. He closed his eyes and let out a quiet groan at how tight your pussy was gripping him. He loved it, and no matter how badly he wanted to cum he wouldn't allow himself until you came first. If there was one thing he was good at it was discipline. He felt your arms hook over his shoulders again once he halted. He was balls deep, but he still would listen to anything you wanted. Pulling him down a bit your noses touched as you left a feather light kiss on his lips.

"Do it hard, please," is all you had to say for Toshi to get the memo. He slowly pulled his hips back just to slam them in hard. He repeated this as your moans got louder. He got more excited hearing your beautiful voice and began to speed up.

"toshi, toshi, toshi," you said smiling and giggling, " I know you're excited right now, but that kinda hurts me," you knew he didn't quite understand his own strength sometimes. He quickly apologized and began going at a medium speed.

"Is this good?" he asked as he watched your face contort and you bite your lip.

"uh toshi~ it's perfect baby," You moaned again after finishing your sentences and tears fell down your face. How could you ever think this was painful, maybe it's because of childbirth and your vagina isn't the same as it used to be but this feels heavenly. He started grunting and breathing heavily like a bull as your fingers clawed at muscled back. He wanted to make you feel so good, and he was doing just that.

"tosh-toshi uh i'm gonna cum baby," His mouth was now open a bit, and he gazed down at you unable to handle how good he felt. Everytime his abs would clench your pussy would clench too. It was so soft. His fist couldn't compare.

"i'm gonna cum too," is all he could get out before he started letting out quiet whimpers that gradually got louder as both of you came. His body fell on top of yours and you wrapped your arms and legs around him to ride out your high. Once Toshi stopped whimpering and whining you couldn't help but get sad. To hear such a strict and disciplined man whimper over your pussy was like music to your ears and totally added to how wet you already were.

His head now rested on your chest as you brought your hand up to begin massaging his scalp. You could feel his chest rise and fall as his dick came out of your now messy vagina, but his relaxing stopped as soon as he hopped up like he just remembered something. He scooted down a bit on the bed and lifted both your legs up in an attempt to bring your knees to your chest.

"jima what are you doing,"

"Watching," is all he said as he stared at your pussy, "push,"

"huh?"

"push like you're going to pee," his eyes did not once move away from your pussy. He watched as the white liquid came dripping out of your pussy in fat globs. God, he swore he was gonna come again on the spot. You tried to look down as much as you could just to see the man absolutely hypnotized. You don't think you've ever seen him this focused in your life. When he finally got out of his trance he gazed up at you and then walked into the bathroom.

You lifted yourself up jumping at the sticky, uncomfortable coldness between your legs to try and figure out what he was doing. You heard the faucet for the bathtub begin and you panicked that he was just gonna leave you here alone like he did last time. You leaned back on the king size bed and covered your eyes with your hands. Ushijima came back into the bedroom and began lifting you up bridal style. Your hands quickly left your eyes staring at the man in confusion. What was he doing? He then began walking with you into the bathroom and gently set you in the tub where the warm water was still filling. He disappeared once more to strip the bed, and then finally climbed into the tub behind you. Toshi wrapped his arms around you and brought you to lean back on his chest in the warm water. You could really get used to this.

~~later that night~~

Crawling into bed you saw Toshi come running out of the bathroom in his boxers. He had just finished brushing his teeth, and remembered that he had a gift for you. Coming out of the walk-in closet you couldn't help but watch his abs as he moved. He had eight of them. You smiled at the fact as he sat down on the bed facing you and handed you your gift. It was a smallish rectangle box and you kept glancing up at his unmoving face as you began to rip the wrapping paper off. You didn't quite get what you were looking at until you turned the box to the side and saw the dildo displayed.

"Jima!" you shouted at him. There was a large text box that wrote 'customizable to a specific penis'. "you didn't!"

"Do you not like it?" he asked with genuine confusion displayed on his face. Your jaw was on the floor unable to believe the gift he got you.

bonus bonus:

Ushi: where did you learn to give head like that?

you: i read....a lot

tags: @mineta-phobic @rukia-uchiha-98 @ssc7514 @megumuro

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hajiwhore · 2 years

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Daddy Issues

Toji Fushiguro x F!Reader

➪ masterlist

➪ AU: “my client is a mafia boss...he wants to extend my service for two more months but his rival booked me next week already”

➪ wc: 3k+ || minors DNI!!! (NSFW) || all characters aged up ➪ warnings/tags:: unprotected sex, oral sex (f. and m. receiving), nipple play, spitting, light choking, rough sex, squirting, daddy kink, dark themes ➪ notes: hi hi hi, this is a repost bc I deactivated my original account bc I am impulsive!!! I will slowly be adding back some of my favorite fics because my blog feels empty w/o them, but I also have an AO3 with everything in the meantime. I hope you all still enjoy this hot mess of a fic. okay thank is all, mwahhhhhhh

“What do you mean you’re booked next week?” he takes a long drag of his cigarette, blowing the smoke into your face as he exhales. You cringe and scrunch your face up slightly, “I thought you were going to come with me to Bermuda.”

“You seriously need to stop pretending like I’m your girlfriend,” you sigh, fiddling with one of the loops of your robe, “I’m flattered, but this is my job.”

Megumi was a very dangerous man. He was the boss of a powerful mafia empire, though it was hard to believe when he was so soft around you. Ever since he found you crying in a corner after his men murdered the stranger you’d been hired by for the night, he took you in like a dove with clipped wings. He rented you out every day, sometimes just to sleep beside him and nothing else. It was good money, so you couldn’t complain, but you were also scared to know what would happen if you ever declined his subsequent request.

“Besides, you must be getting a little sick of me, right?” You both let your legs hang off the edge of his beyond king-sized bed, staring out into the city that lit up brightly through his floor-to-ceiling window panes. Shuffling back, you wrapped your thighs around his bare waist to cradle him as you began massaging his back lightly.

He hummed into your touch approvingly, his large muscles releasing the tension, as you kissed his shoulder sweetly. “You’re not a toy,” he said dryly, almost annoyed, but your hands felt so good against him it was hard to keep up, “Just don’t have too much fun while you’re away because I will be booking you for months in advance when you come back.”

“There are still so many things I’d like to try with that body of yours,” his voice was dripping in lust, and you rolled your eyes, knowing he couldn’t see you.

“I think that’s against the rules, but I’ll ask my company anyway,” you wrap your arms around his torso and rest your head in the crook of his neck. “You are my favorite customer.”

“Fuck the company rules. I’ll just buy the company and make my own.” God, he was so childish, a small boy in a big man’s body trying to play catch up. You sensed serious mommy issues with the stone-cold murderer who now nuzzled his nose into your cheek.

“Whatever you say, boss,” you grinned into him before taking a small bite of the meat on his shoulder. He hissed at the feeling, shutting his eyes as more smoke clouded the air.

“Who’s the lucky man stealing you away from me anyway?” He takes one of your arms that’s linked against him and pulls your hand to his lips before kissing it gently.

His breath is hot against your skin, “I dunno, they don’t give me real names to protect their identities.”

You nudged your red slip dress down in a fist. Why did it have to be so fucking windy? You received a piece of large luggage from the mystery man you were now rushing in poor weather to get to, packed full of different outfits, lingerie, and toiletries.

There was a small note that read, “Don’t worry about packing a bag. This should be all you need. He’ll buy anything else if not. Call if you have any questions - Jess.”

You pitied the poor girl who had to fill up what was basically a sex care package along with endless provocative and expensive clothes. But, it made you undyingly eager to meet the man who ordered her to do so.

Finally reaching a tall building in a fancy part of the city, you waved awkwardly at a large man who gated the entrance.

“Umm hi, I’m supposed to give you this,” you reached into your purse to hand out a card that was also provided, with only one word on it, cherry. You assumed it was because you were requested to wear this cherry red-colored dress when you first walked in, but the whole concept felt ridiculous. What a stupid code word, you thought, “escort” would have done the job just fine. He nodded and shuffled to the side, shooting a look to a small woman who was scrolling on her phone absent-mindedly.

“Oh, sorry, you must be Y/N,” you almost choke as she smiles sweetly at you. How did they know your real name? Even Megumi still called you by your escort title.

She ignores your expression and begins leading you to an elevator, taking your luggage for you while doing so. You would usually insist to do it yourself, but your head began to spin as you both were lifted up to a double-digit story level.

The *bring* noise of the door opening snapped you out of your bubble of panic, and you took a deep breath, soothing out your dress with your hands to calm down. “Boss!” her voice echoed in the large penthouse, and your heels clicked loudly against the hardwood floors as you both walked deeper into the entrance.

You nearly gasped when a deep voice appeared behind you, “Thank you, Kate, that will be all for today.”

Turning slowly, you were met with an extremely tall and muscular man, silky black hair messily cascading over his face. Something about him felt so familiar, but you were certain you’ve never met before.

His eyes crawled up your figure slowly with no shame, and you tensed under the intense gaze, holding your hand out to shake abruptly.

“Umm, pleased to meet you, I’m Y/N,” you try to smile, but your eyes are wide as he chuckles darkly in response.

“Don’t tell me you’re shy,” he approached you slowly, like a predator sneaking up to its prey, ready to kill. He took your hand in his, which were so big they practically swallow your grip as he tugged you into his frame. “Do I scare you?”

His breath tickles your neck as he leans down to your level, taking a deep inhale of your scent, your heart threatening to break out of chest. “No,” but your voice betrays you, coming out small and shaky. He pulls back to stare down at you, it’s dark in the room, but his eyes hold a glint of light that dazzles as they analyze you.

“You should be,” he flashes a cocky grin, his pearly white teeth peeking out between his lips, “The man you were with before me, well, I guess you could say we’re not on good terms.”

Megumi?

Your body floods with panic remembering how he ordered to slaughter a man right in front of you simply because he didn't like the way he chewed his food so loudly. So what would his enemy want with someone like you? Revenge?

“Don’t kill me!” Your eyes shut tightly as the words rushed out, and you could feel his grip soften on your arms. “Kill you? Jesus, what did that idiot do to you,” you slowly open your lids as he sighs in disproval.

“Well—nothing to me, he’s sweet. But, umm, he murdered one of my clients while I was there and— I’m sorry I don’t know you very well. Please forgive me for expecting the worse.”

He processes your statement before wrapping his arms around the small of your back, “Don’t apologize,” he mumbles. “I suppose it’s my fault for him ending up so fucked in the head.”

Confusion is an understatement for how you feel. Usually, you just walk in and go straight to fucking, then pretend to care as men cried into your lap and apologized for finishing too early. This was something entirely new.

“How’d you know my real name?” Your curiosity gets the better of you, as you’re genuinely concerned at a business level for your identity’s sake.

“I have connections. That’s all you need to know, don’t worry so much,” he licks his lips slightly, making you twitch in his arms, “Such a pretty name too, shame you have to hide it.”

“It’s for my protection, something you don’t seem too concerned with,” you couldn't help but feel frustrated by the way he stared down at you. He held such command and strength in his build. “I would like to know your name. It’s only fair after you went out of your way to expose mine.”

“Toji Fushiguro.”

You gulp loudly. Fushiguro? Surely it was a coincidence.

“Fushiiiiii,” Megumi smiled as you dragged out your words, trying to remember his last name, “Guro, Fushiguro,” he corrected you. You nodded, repeating it back to him, “Fushiguro.” He shook his head lightly in amusement, “I’ll brand it into your ass if I have to. That way, you’ll never forget.”

“Figure it out already? Took you long enough,” Toji watched as shock painted your features.

Brothers? No, he seemed much older. Which meant—

“My son has really taken a liking to you, even skips business meetings to sleep in with you,” he laughs at the thought.

“Your his?”

“Father? Yea, but he’d never admitted it,” he rose a hand up to your cheek, pressing his thumb against it, so your lips puffed out. “I didn’t raise him, left at a young age.”

Everything felt fake. It had to be some nightmare. This was all too weird. You almost felt bad for Megumi. Not only did he have mommy issues but daddy issues too? Your face scrunched up with disgust.

“Kids and mafia don’t really mix well. It wasn’t safe to keep him with me.”

You rolled your eyes at the excuse, even if it was somewhat valid, “That obviously didn’t do shit, the assholes a fucking lunatic.”

His laugh vibrated against you, a burst of authentic and genuine laughter, which made your core shake lightly. “I see why he likes you so much,” he smirked his thumb, now pressing your bottom lip down before sliding it into your mouth, “Such a dirty mouth for such a pretty face.”

You looked up hopelessly as your tongue lapped around his finger, hollowing your mouth before releasing it with a smacking noise from your lips. “Good girl,” he purred, making your legs feel weak, as it took everything in you to stay steady. “Tell me, does my son fuck you good, or do you have to fake it for him?”

You gasped, eyes wide at the comment, looking at his chest to escape his gaze only for him to cradle your chin back up to meet him. “So you have to fake it then,” he shook his head and tsked.

“No, he’s really lovely, it’s just—“

“You don’t want lovely, you like it rough?” His tone is playful as he is enjoying himself a little too much, watching as your eyes spill all the details you’re trying to hide.

You can’t respond, can’t admit that he’s right, and you bite your lip gently to distract you from the way the hands on your back begin to lower. He slides under the silky dress, scooping your ass into his palms as his fingers squeeze, digging into the soft flesh.

“I hope you liked the outfits I picked out for you,” his mouth is at your ear, and you yelp when he bites your lobe gently, “There were so many options. I just bought them all.”

Your arms snake around his neck as he picks you up in one effortless swoop, your legs wrapped around his torso. His lips are demanding against yours, not giving you time to catch your breath as they crash into you.

He tasted like mint and a slight residue of whiskey, making you moan into his mouth as his hand gripped the back of your head to keep you pressed into him. Seconds later, your body hit his mattress, making you thrust up at the harshness, and watched as he tore his tight black teeshirt off of his back. The muscles that stretched the material before were now out for your viewing, and you wished he would let you run your fingers over the stiff peaks that were his abs.

You yelped as he dragged you by your ankles to the edge of the bed, your dress rolling up in the process, exposing the red lace panties you were wearing. His eyes flashed you a feral look, very appreciative of the choice you made out of the unlimited options he sent you. Your hands gripped the waistband of his pants as his hand coaxed your chin up to face him.

“Open your mouth,” he parted your lips with his thumb impatiently, and you were obedient, letting your tongue loll out as you made an “o” shape with your mouth. Your eyes widened when he dropped down to your level, his face inches above yours as he let a string of spit drop into your mouth.

“Now swallow,” he forced your jaw shut with the grip he held on your face, making your cheeks and lips puff out. You gulped him down, batting your eyes innocently, the pulsing in between your legs becoming overly distracting. “Good girl,” the smile he flashed you sent a ripple of heat down your body, and you were prepared to do anything he asked to see it again.

Your hands tugged down on his pants as you lightly pouted up to him, eager to feel stuffed. “You want daddy’s cock in your mouth, huh?”

It wasn’t rare for your clients to have a daddy dom kink, but coming from him? Knowing you were riding his son’s dick almost every day for weeks now? It made your cheeks heat up, something that never happened during your sessions. You were professional, experienced, and never shocked by what was thrown at you. Somehow he made you giddy and flustered like you were reborn under his touch.

You hummed a yes while nodding your head, planting a wet kiss near his v line. “Let’s see if you can take it then.”

You visibly gasped as his thick heavy manhood escaped the prison of his trousers. You almost back away from how intimidating it was but took in a shaky breath, reminding yourself this was your job. He was girthy, with a mind-numbing amount of length, his tip slightly red and swollen as it dripped with precum. You drew a line with your tongue from under the base of his shaft all the way back to his tip until taking him into your warm cavern. He tasted bitter yet sweet on your tongue as you hollowed your cheeks to suction around him, your hands pumping what couldn’t fit in your mouth.

His hand is large enough to almost palm your head as he pushes himself deeper into you, making you gag and form tears as his tip bounces against the back of your throat. “Don’t be shy,” he smirks as he begins to create a pace inside your mouth, “I bet you do this all the time.”

I do, you want to reply, but were too busy vibrating against him with pleas for him to be more gentle, helplessly looking up at him as you dugs your nails into the arms that keep you steady. Feeling generous, he slipped out of you just to watch you gasp for air, hiccuping as you wiped your mouth with the back of your hand. “Too big, can’t — can’t fit it,” you flinched as he smacked his cock against your cheek, leaving it wet with the mix of your saliva and his arousal. “I know, but it was fun to watch you try,” he coos before pushing your chest down, your legs are hanging off the end of the bed, and your thighs snap shut in anticipation.

“What’s this? You’re nervous?” He kneels down, so he’s eye level with your panties, which have a growing wet spot that makes his dick twitch. He takes one of your legs and pulls your foot near his face before slipping your heel off, letting it clank against the hardwood floors as it falls. You shut your eyes as he takes your toes into his mouth, sucking them with tortuous licks before moving up to kiss your ankle.

Usually, your time was spent pleasing the man who paid good money to hear your fake moans, but Toji enjoyed savoring every inch of your body, chuckling as he could practically feel a pulse against his lips with how fast your heart was racing. “No, I’m not,” you whimper and open your legs up to him, your hands moments away from ripping his sheets with the amount of force you used to grip them.

His nose nuzzled your calf as his hands removed your other heel and swung your legs over his shoulders. “It’s okay if you are,” his breathe feels burning hot against your flesh as he begins to suck on the meat of your thigh. “Daddy will take good care of you.”

You squirmed uncontrollably at the way he lightly nibbled the skin so close to your throbbing pussy, forcing him to press his hand down on your stomach to keep you still. You hissed as his teeth graved your pelvic bone and watched as he took the material of your panties into his mouth, tugging it down your thighs and standing up to pull them off completely. He stared down at you before taking the flimsy material and stuffing it into your mouth, your muffled protests like music to his ears. “Taste how desperate you are for me to fuck you? Remember that when you’re begging me to stop later.”

He takes your dress into his fists, ripping the expensive fabric into shreds like an animal, his eyes dark and flooded with desire. Your breasts look so supple and plump, he growls into your chest before taking his hands to push them together, nuzzling his face between them as your hips jolt up in need of friction. He sucks your nipples harshly, making a loud popping noise when he releases one to go to the other, manhandling the soft tissue of your tits in his hands.

“So needy and whiny, are you always like this?” He has a lazy grin on his face as he looks up to you, going back to graze your nipple in between his teeth, still keeping eye contact. His hand swipes your panties out of your mouth, swinging it across the room to hear your pretty little cries. You bite your lip as he plays with your sensitive bud, shaking your head as your hands find refuge in his hair. “Just for me then? Careful, you’ll make Megumi jealous.”

He groans as you tug on his locks roughly, almost unlatching him from your tits, making him wrap an arm underneath you to pull your chest against his face. God, your moans were so lewd. Even Toji was in awe at how responsive you were to him, how you crumbled with just a small touch. “I want to taste you now,” he mumbled into you, his lips planting a line of kisses down your stomach, as you let out a pathetic, “Yes, please.”

“Yes, please, who?” His mouth is hovering over your slippery mess of a cunt, and you almost buck into his face just to release some of the pressure building up inside you. “Yes, please, daddy,” you chime back, your eyes shut as you wait patiently.

His nose rubs against your clit, sending a rush of adrenaline through your veins as he speaks into you, “So fucking wet, you’re making a mess all over my sheets.” His tongue teases your wet folds with quick and short licks, collecting your fluids into his mouth like they’re holy, too precious to waste. You force his face into you by pulling at his hair, making him laugh lightly as he finally gives you what you’ve been begging for. His tongue enters your sopping hole, the wet muscle flicking inside your pussy which is clenching around nothing, as his thumb rubs purposefully into your bundle of nerves.

“Fuck!” You cry out as he applies more pressure and begins sucking your lips into his mouth, ravishing your soft core. Your thighs are tightening around his neck, not letting him escape you though he would never think to. He moves his thumb off your clit to grip your thigh tightly, his mouth replacing it as he suctions around it. “Gonna— gonna, fuck!”

“Use your words, or I’ll stop,” his threat is empty as he slips a finger inside of you, cursing under his breath at how your gummy walls cling around his single digit. “Gonna cum, daddy,” you manage, though it’s inaudible at best with how your moaning overpowers the words. “What a good little girl you are,” his tongue swipes your slit, and you sit up slightly, your stomach feeling crunched up and tight as you watch him take your clit in between his teeth.

The wave of ecstasy crashing over you is so strong and quick you’re unable to swim to the surface to catch your breath, the forceful tide dragging you down to drown in the sensation. You cum all over his already drenched face, but he continues to pulse into you, adding another finger as he licks up your slick, then continues sucking on your clit. Suddenly an intense build up inside of you makes you gasp for air, “Wait — wait, stop I—“

Your eyes widen as you can only watch the mess you make, squirting all over his chest as he finally falls back to watch you shatter completely. You didn’t even know you were capable of such primal actions, and he plants one last kiss on your mound before slipping his fingers out of you. “There you go,” he coos, wiping his mouth and then body with his comforter carelessly, “First time?” he analyzes your face as he crawls over your limp body.

“What was that?” You reply, still trying to process everything, as he backs you up into the pile of pillows near the bed’s headboard. “Mmm, so it was your first time,” is all he gives you before sliding his tip into your now overstimulated cunt.

Your hands race to grab something, to squeeze the life out of anything to feel even the slightest of stability, decidedly digging your nails into his back. He tries to give you time to adjust, but your pussy is a siren calling him to sea, begging to be stuffed to the brim. Your entire body shakes as he delivers one long and rough thrust, his entire length entering you and stretching your walls. Your eyes water at the stinging sensation he gives you, but his lips silence all concerns for your abused pussy as he takes your moans into his mouth.

“Jesus, you’re tight,” he praises as his mouth goes to suck on your neck, creating his own masterpiece of hickeys on the blank canvas. “You’re fucking suffocating me,” he hisses, only making you clench harder around him. His hips smash into you at an inhumane speed. You’re not even sure how he can be so fluid in the movement, considering how much you’re shaking and wiggling around him.

“Too— too much,” you squeeze your eyes shut, but he growls, taking your legs and tossing them over his shoulder as he hits you at a deeper angle. The tears running down your face make him feel sadistic with how much they turn him on, knowing how much you’re struggling to keep up with him, though this should be easy for you since it’s your profession.

A hand wraps around your throat, gripping it with a calculated amount of pressure that somehow feels good. It is almost too enjoyable as you take both hands to clasp around his arm and push it further into you. He almost busts at the sight, how willing you are to be his little plaything. “Good girl, taking my cock so well,” he purrs, continually slapping his tip against your cervix as he bottoms out. Your tongue hangs as you don’t even have the power to keep your mouth shut anymore, eyes closed, and head tilted back as your vision blurs.

“Awe, don’t tell me you’ve done so soon?” You can barely hear him with how your toes are curling, the spring in your stomach beyond tightening as it tangles into undoable knots. You yelp loudly as you feel your body flip, head down in the pillows as you feel he presses it down, sliding back into you without warning to continue his powerful thrusts.

You weren’t even able to ride out your second orgasm, you were immediately pulled back under the water, his balls slamming against your sore clit. He slapped your ass hard enough to leave a handprint and landed another on your other cheek for the sake of symmetry. “I don’t want to stop just yet,” his hands grip your hips so tightly you feel like he could crush your body if he really wanted to.

Your cum coats his shaft as he slips in and out of you, neither of you knowing when you released it from how many times you are being pushed over the edge. The lewd noises his cock makes as it punishes your embarrassingly wet cunt is almost disturbing. You think it might actually haunt you with how loud it is.

“Please, please, daddy—“ you’re praying he listens and feeling lost in the way you sloosh around him, he begins to drop to a sloppy pace. He hovers over your back as he releases low moans and curses, “So fucking perfect.” You don’t even notice that he’s shot his seed deep inside you until it comes gushing down your leg, his slow thrusts shoving it into you while pushing some out simultaneously.

He slides out of you, leaving you to feel incredibly empty, turning onto your back as your chest rises and falls exaggeratedly. “Fuck,” he pushes his now damp from sweat hair off his forehead, falling next to you as your legs continue to shake and everything feels numb yet overly sensitive at the same time.

He tugs your body into his side and kisses your forehead sweetly, shocking you with the sudden softness. As if he fucked all his hate into you, and now all that was left was peace and serenity. “I hope you’re not upset, but there’s no way I’m giving you back to him,” he massages your hip after pulling your thigh to lay across his torso.

“I’d like that,” you whisper, relaxing into the crook of his neck, taking in the musty scent you both produced.

He grins and releases a slight chuckle, “I knew you would say that.”

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practice makes perfect

character(s): akaashi keiji x gn!reader

notes: whenever i get writers block i jus write for keij & then everything is ok again <3 also this is not proofread bc it’s like midnight so fair warning

warnings: none

“hey keij.”

“hm?”

“do you ever think about getting married?”

it’s quiet for a moment as you lay in the floor of your roommate’s bedroom, rolling a coin you found on the ground. it spins as you twirl it, making a twisting sound until it falls flat again. your cheek is pressed to the forearm you have separating yourself from the floor. there’s a shuffling of papers.

“do you mean in general, or?”

“i guess in general too,” you hum, rolling onto your back to look up to where he’s perched on his bed, looking over countless papers. “but i mean like, do you ever think about us getting married?”

you don’t miss the way akaashi jerks a little, hardly noticeable if it weren’t for how well you know him, as he sets down the paper he has in his hand. his eyes flick to you for a moment, deep blue swirling like he’s thinking up a storm.

and he probably is, because he always is. there’s never just a passing thought in his head, it’s always a flurry that gets whirled around by the wind trapped within his skull. you wish you could calm it for him.

“i don’t think i understand,” he answers as he tears his eyes away from you. his fingers reach for their pairs on his other hand, and he tries to play it off as just stretching them out. but you know better.

perhaps it’s normal that he doesn’t understand. after all, the two of you are just roommates, have been for a few years. you’re friends, closer than most you’d like to think.

you know how he likes his tea and he knows how you arrange your dresser. you’re an expert in the differentiation of sighs that fall past his lips and he’s fluent in all your various little grumbles under your breath. you drag him to his bed when he needs to be asleep for work and he drags you out of yours because if you’re late one more time your boss will kill you.

you just—you know each other. so well, through and through. all the little things that no one else sees, you and keiji do. so maybe that’s why you feel comfortable enough to even ask such a bizarre question in the middle of the afternoon.

“it’s just, i mean,” you fumble over your words a little, sitting up on the floor and waving your hands around. “we’ve been living together for like forever already. and i love being around you and you make me happy, you know? marriage really wouldn’t be any different than what we’re doing now.”

“we aren’t even dating,” he says.

“well, no.”

“we don’t even go on dates.”

“yes we—“

“grocery shopping every sunday does not count.”

you pout up at him as he stares down at his papers. he clearly isn’t reading them, he’s just trying to avoid eye contact with you. for some reason, that makes you even huffier.

“it could if you think about it,” you retort, crossing your arms over your chest. you probably look like a little kid right now, pouting on the floor like this, but you don’t care. “you know i’m right.”

for a moment, the room is a little static. papers are rustling again, but it’s obvious that’s just akaashi’s way of semi-avoiding this topic. which is fair, probably, and you’re hit with the realization that you could possibly be making him uncomfortable. but then again surely he would tell you if that were the ca—

“marriage is for people who are in love.”

it’s your turn to swallow your tongue as the words leave akaashi’s mouth, your turn to rip your gaze away. because he’s right, that most definitely is what marriage is for. it’s for people who are so incredibly infatuated with each other that love doesn’t even begin to cover it.

your cheeks are hot as you mumble, “yeah, that’s kinda why i suggested it.”

the heartbeat in your ears is deafening and you suddenly feel weirdly exposed sitting in the middle of your roommate’s bedroom floor. with each passing beat of silence, each tick of the clock on his nightstand, you just want to curl in on yourself more and more.

you’re stupid, truly, because you should’ve realized it before. akaashi and you were really poor at acting like normal roommates, and there was always a line the two of you pretended that you didn’t cross.

like when he’d pick you up off the couch and carry you to your bed when you’d fallen asleep in the middle of a movie, daring to trace his fingers over your cheek before he walked out.

or when you’d find him crying over manga edits he couldn’t quite be comfortable on and you’d wrap your arms around him and kiss his hairline and coo so softly until he calmed down.

or when the two of you would “accidentally” grab each other’s hand while reaching for the salt, but found your palms pressed to each other for the rest of the meal.

and of course keiji is right—you aren’t dating and you don’t go on dates and yeah you really shouldn’t count grocery shopping as such—but at the same time there’s everything else, all the little moments that build up, and they lead you to this.

with a bleeding heart and a loose tongue in the middle of your roommate’s floor as you fight off the fever in your cheeks, because you’re completely and utterly stupid.

“okay.”

your head snaps up as keiji’s voice breaks through your thoughts, brows knitting together ever so slightly.

“what?” you whisper, as if you’re scared anything louder might frighten off any chance of akaashi’s explanation.

“i said okay,” he repeats. and he finally breaks his gaze away from his papers to look at you as he swings his legs off the edge of the bed. “it’s true, what you said. marriage wouldn’t be so much different than what we’re doing now. plus, it’s good for taxes.”

“you—i don’t want your reasoning to be for taxes!” you exclaim, completely baffled.

keiji laughs.

“i want to marry you,” he states, like it’s a fact he’s been sure of for a while. like he’s just always known. “but starting now we’re going to do this the right way.”

you raise a brow at him, narrowing your eyes in just a tad bit of suspicion. “okay, what do you have in mind then?”

“a proper date. tomorrow. we can go to that restaurant i took you to for your birthday.” he slides off the bed and onto the floor in front of you. “you’ll take forever to order even though you’ll eat off my plate anyways and then you’ll tell a joke that will make me choke on my drink.”

“you sound like you’ve thought this out,” you grin. your fingers slide across the floor, inching towards akaashi’s hand until they brush against it. he turns his palm and laces your fingers together.

“maybe,” he hums, rubbing a circle into your knuckles with his thumb. “you’ll order dessert but only eat half of it so you can save some as a happy surprise later and i’ll open your car door for you to get inside.”

“a gentleman, aren’t you?” you lean in closer to him, scooting across the floor to get rid of some of the inches between you.

“i try,” he smirks, one of those rare cants of his lips making your stomach feel mushy and your brain fuzzy. “i’ll let you play your horrible music all the way home and take the long way so you can finish singing your favorite song. then i’ll pull into our parking lot..”

“and?” you’re so close now you can feel the warmth radiating off of him, your thighs only half a centimeter from pressing together. he’s looking right at you through thin lenses. his grip on your hand tightens.

“i’ll tell you i had a really good time. you’ll laugh and say something like ‘of course you did, you were with me’ and then,” he pauses a moment, his eyes flicker down to your lips then back up. he licks his own, and you’re sure it’s merely subconsciously but it has your head spinning regardless.

“then, if i’m lucky, you’ll kiss me. and i’ll finally know what it feels like instead of just having to dream about it all these years.”

“well if you want the date to be as perfect as you’re making it sound, maybe we should practice.” you don’t mean to whisper it, but you don’t think you could speak any louder if you tried.

which is fine, because you don’t get the chance to speak at all a millisecond later when lips are pressing to yours and a hand is cupping your cheek to keep you close.

you lick your lips as you pull away, the trace of mint chapstick that keiji left behind leaving a slight tingle on the tip of your tongue. your heart is hammering so loud you wonder if he can hear it, but then again maybe his is beating just the same.

“i really want to marry you right now,” you breathe out, and keiji laughs against your lips, pressing your foreheads together.

“be patient,” he says, sliding his hand to the back of your neck. “we should practice first.”

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𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 ♡ [𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫]

WARNING: these fics may or may not be posted, it all depends on how much time i have to spare with college and all. this is a rough outline. another thing is that most of these will contain DARK CONTENT. please do not say i did not warn you. there wall also be warning in each fic before you start. do not interact if you are not over the age of 18.

SAR’S NOTE: HELLO ?!?! IM SO EXCITED TO DO MY FIRST KINKTOBER ??? halloween is my favorite holiday ahhahshhsbdb anyways, i hope i’ll be able to write all of these ! most will be pretty short like drabbles or short fics (500-1000 words) but my fave ideas (red hearts) will probably get more! hopefully you all enjoy and like the lineup!

OCTOBER FIRST: snowballing ♡ miya osamu

OCTOBER THIRD: edging ♡ kozume kenma

OCTOBER FIFTH: roleplay ♡ kuroo tetsuro

OCTOBER SEVENTH: knife play ♡ suna rintarō

OCTOBER NINTH: somnophilia ♡ bokuto koutarou

OCTOBER ELEVENTH: hate fucking ♡ semi eita

OCTOBER THIRTEENTH: double penetration ♡ sakusa kiyoomi + suna rintarō

OCTOBER FIFTEENTH: throat fucking ♡ ushijima wakatoshi

OCTOBER SEVENTEENTH: painal ♡ iwaizumi hajime?

OCTOBER NINETEENTH: gunplay ♡ miya atsumu

OCTOBER TWENTY-FIRST: exhibitionism ♡ miya osamu

OCTOBER TWENTY-THIRD: step-dad ♡ miya atsumu

OCTOBER TWENTY-FIFTH: watersports ♡ sakusa kiyoomi

OCTOBER TWENTY-SEVENTH: mommy kink ♡ oikawa tooru

OCTOBER TWENTY-NINTH: consensual noncon ♡ matsukawa issei

OCTOBER THIRTY-FIRST: frat boy gangbang ♡ sakusa kiyoomi + suna rintarō + miya atsumu + miya osamu + bokuto koutarou

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hajiwhore · 3 years

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Suna fucking you in his car in front of your cheating ex’s house knowing that your ex is still in love with you

nsfw 18+ minors dni. f. reader, kinda vouyerism even tho nobody is really watching yet? exhibitionism, a little possessiveness from suna ig? there’s no actual mention of cheating, only that your ex was a scumbag.

note. pls i’m so obsessed w rin aaaaa , my handsome pretty boy—sob <333

“come on, pretty girl—ughhh, fuck—let him hear how good i fuck you.”

suna hums, his voice strained and raspy from how hard he’s fucking up into you right now as you straddle his lap, and your mind is too cloudy to focus on exactly what he’s saying, only being able to offer hiccups of his name as you claw desperately at his biceps.

the street is dark aside from the headlights on suna’s black sports car and the passenger light that illuminates you both in the drivers seat as you sit outside your ex’s house—the idea of someone walking past and seeing you both is the last thing on your mind as the blunt head of suna’s cock brushes against the spot that has your thighs trembling above him.

“shit—f-fucking tight, won’t be long now princess. fuck—you love this fat cock, don’t you? ‘ts all yours.” suna groans, continuing to fuck into you—fast and unrelenting as he all but slams your hips back down on his cock, putting all of his strength into each thrust. he grunts and clenches his teeth as his green eyes focus on how his cock disappears into your cunt.

you whine, meeting his hips with your own as you feel the knot in your stomach tighten, your heart pounding as he fucks you impossibly deeper—the expensive leather below you both becoming increasingly soaked with your slick as it drips down his shaft.

he’s close, suna thinks as he stutters out a breathy fuck when your warm walls tighten around him again, pushing him closer to his orgasm with how much it feels like you’re trying to milk him. he’s only pulled from his clouded mind when he notices a light flicker on in the house infront, a smirk growing on his lips when he recognises the room as the scumbag’s who broke your heart before he put it back together.

his eyes flicker to you, admiring the way your pouty lips part to babble out his name as your walls tighten around him again, and he’s quick to pull you against his chest—fingers making their way up your figure to tighten around your jaw before he’s turning it to face the window, just as he angles his cock to hammer against the spot thatll have you gushing around him in a few more thrusts.

“that’s it, pretty girl—nghhh, shit—just like that, baby. let everyone here know who fucks you this good, yeah? all f-fucking mine.”

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When you look out your window, what do you think you see?

In lieu of a proper Kinktober event, I have some seasonally appropriate collab pieces that will be released throughout the Season of the Witch (September 22-November 1).

Each piece will contain dark content or themes and are thus not appropriate for minors to interact with.

Matsukawa Issei x F!Reader | Serial Killer!AU, Mafia!AU | Playlist 🎵

He wasn't supposed to be there, nor was he supposed to see you. While you believed yourself opportunistic in using him as your alibi, it became evident that he became tangled in your web with every intention of being devoured whole.

Inspired by @chicoree's dead man walking & "People I Don't Like"

Matsukawa Issei x F!Reader | Serial Killer!AU, Mafia!AU | Playlist 🎵

Issei found his mind wandering to you more often than not while at work. You were a mystery that he wanted nothing more than to solve, and a night together left him with more questions than answers.

@killsaki's But I'm At Work Collab | 25 September 2021 | Related to In This Together

Kuroo Tetsurō x F!Reader | Magic!AU, Monsters!AU | Playlist 🎵

The time of magic and monsters is coming to an end if the humans have anything to say about it. Neither of you expects them to find you or for their methods to be effective against sorceresses of your caliber, not until it's almost too late.

@pennylanewrites' Orphic Collab | 30 September 2021

Oikawa Tōru x F!Reader | Supernatural!AU, Demons!AU | Playlist 🎵

How was he to know that you would be the demon that would answer his call? Not that it really mattered when your promises flow from you like honey and your kisses tasted saccharine sweet.

@cyancherub's Wheel of Misfortune Collab | 15 October 2021

Iwaizumi x F!Reader | Enemies to Lovers | Playlist 🎵

Iwaizumi’s never really understood why everyone seems to like you, especially when you get on his nerves all the damn time. It’s disappointing to find that nothing’s really changed upon his return from California.

Kuroo Tetsurō x F!Reader | Mutual Pining | Playlist 🎵

Kuroo couldn’t believe his eyes when he arrived for an interview only to be met with his college crush, and he couldn’t believe his luck when you agreed to go to the opening of a club with him.

All Hallows' Eve Chapter Releases | @onyxoverride's Hellfire Collab continuation

Last Updated: 17 September 2021

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old flames — suna rintaro au

summary:

breaking up with suna over text before leaving the country may not have been the right thing to do. when he sees you at a skateboarding competition he can’t help but wonder why you didn’t at least tell him you were back.

pairing: suna x fem!reader

genre: angst!!!!, fluff, smut, & crack. written + smau

tropes: skateborader!suna, slowburn, fear of commitment, exes to lovers, (+ more will be introduced)

warnings: depression, break ups, miscommunications, misunderstandings, lying, sleeping around, emotionally unavailable characters, slut shaming, (+more will be introduced)

taglist: open

schedule: everyday

status: ongoing

y/n & friends | suna & friends

ꨄ ONE : slow down

ꨄ TWO : when & where

ꨄ THREE : cigarettes

ꨄ FOUR : feelings

ꨄ FIVE : why are you so loud?

ꨄ SIX : it’s crazy

ꨄ SEVEN : daddy issues

ꨄ EIGHT : forgettable

ꨄ NINE : friends

ꨄ TEN : run away

ꨄ ELEVEN : i do too

ꨄ TWELVE : sunflowers

ꨄ THIRTEEN : uncomfortable situations

ꨄ FOURTEEN : skater boi

ꨄ FIFTEEN : ass cheeks

ꨄ SIXTEEN : red wheels

ꨄ SEVENTEEN : blue wheels

ꨄ EIGHTEEN : please

ꨄ NINETEEN : new beginnings

ꨄ TWENTY : diamonds

to be continued..

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wrong number.

akaashi keiji thinks it's a mistake when his stepsister sends him an explicit photo. it only takes a few days to prove that false.

pairing: stepbrother!akaashi x fem!reader, 3.7K, nsfw pwp, 18+ mdni

warnings: stepcest, masturbation (male, female), video recording, soft dom akaashi, blackmail, use of the word "slut", use of the word "nii-chan/nii", mirror sex, multiple orgasms, creampie, overstimulation, slight praise kink

written for: the caught in 4k collab by @hornime!!

thanks to: @anime-nymph, @oneblonded, @betheydocrimewrites, and @mianavs for looking this over for me!! i am forever grateful <3

tagging: @hqintheclub

When Akaashi opens his phone, he certainly isn’t expecting the picture message you’ve sent him. You usually send him dumb memes over the course of the day, a few requests for what you want for dinner, or some bored texts from your university classes as you listen to your old professor drone on and on.

Not this time.

It’s lucky Akaashi left the library early thanks to skipping breakfast, because he nearly falls out of his chair when he sees you naked on his screen. You sit on your knees on top of pink sheets, your breasts on full display as you push them out; one of your hands cups your tit while the other rests over your black lacy panties. But best of all is your expression—lightly flushed, biting your lip, looking directly into the camera.

You’re going to be the death of him, he decides right then and there. He should delete the photo and pretend it never happened. You’re his stepsister for God’s sake—he’s known you for two years since your parents remarried, and you’ve been living in his university apartment for the past year. Something about your parents wanting you to get closer, and it made sense since you both were now attending the same university.

Akaashi really hadn’t minded since he had an extra room now that Bokuto graduated, but he didn’t realize how hard it would become as the year went on. Cute cotton shorts that barely cover your ass; walking around in a towel after your showers and lingering in shared spaces; throwing yourself over his lap as you lay on the couch with an innocent smile. The fact that you’re his stepsister doesn’t stop him from imagining pinning you down, making you sincerely apologize for every time your hand brushes over his ass or cock with a sharp, “oh sorry, Keiji-nii!”

He saves the photo to his phone before texting you back.

‘Wrong number.’

To your merit, you’re extremely flustered the minute you come home from university. You’d meant to send it to someone else (apparently named Moniwa, he draws out of you as he blankly stares at your shaking hands.) Moniwa’s message had been right below his and you’d clicked the wrong thread by accident.

“You should be careful. What if you’d accidentally sent it to someone who wasn’t me?” he scolds quietly, and there’s a sick thrill that runs down his spine when he sees you duck your head in embarrassment.

“M’sorry, Keiji-nii,” you pout before looking up and batting your lashes at him. “It won’t happen again.”

He doesn’t scold you any further, but he also doesn’t scold himself when he pulls up your photo that night, tugging down his sweatpants as he stares at you. Pretty nipples, coy expression, fingers looking like they are ready to plunge deep into your cunt. He hisses when he palms his hard cock, eyes focused on your covered pussy before they slip closed. He can practically hear you in his ear, whimpering Keiji-nii, Keiji-nii, touch me.

Oh, he’d touch you alright, deft fingers plunging deep into you until you beg him to stop because it’s too sensitive. Then he’d lick it all up, moaning into your cunt as you tug on his hair. He even tugs on his own locks to imitate the feeling, tongue lolling out like he’s pushing deep into your cunt and making you squeal for him. After your voice is hoarse, he wouldn’t give you any time, pushing his cock deep inside your core until you clamp down around him, pretty voice sobbing “Keiji-nii, so full!”

His cock throbs in his palm, hand moving too fast because it feels too good. His thighs tremble as he imagines you splayed out beneath him, squirming and thrashing as he fucks you. It doesn’t take long before he’s biting down on his lip to keep quiet, glasses sliding down his nose from the sweat. Akaashi gives one muffled grunt and then he’s spilling all over his hand, pretending it’s your cunt that takes him, all of him, every last drop.

When he’s finished, he cleans himself up in the bathroom and ignores your closed bedroom door as he goes back to bed.

Everything is the same as always. You send him memes, bug him to make katsudon for dinner, complain about the old geezer who gave you a low mark on your quiz. You’re as bright and pretty as ever in your little dresses, growing shorter and shorter thanks to the summer heat, and he pretends he didn’t look “Moniwa” up on social media to see who you have a crush on. You also don’t talk about the picture still sitting safely in his photo album, the one that’s been burned into his memory thanks to looking at it so often.

The apartment is quiet when he shuffles inside. His boss let him go thirty minutes early from his part-time barista job, and you’re not due back for another hour or so thanks to some group project you’re working on. He pads to his bedroom, rolling out a kink in his neck, and pauses the second he opens the door.

You’re sitting in front of his full-length mirror, legs spread wide, phone in your hand as you take a video through the mirror. Your hand trails down your stomach, legs spreading just a little bit wider as your fingers graze over your folds. It’s easy to see everything because you sit naked except for the black see-through thigh highs that squeeze into your flesh. You let out a quiet little moan, too focused on the way your fingers dance over your wet folds to notice him standing in the doorway.

It takes him longer than he’d like to get his bearings, eyes watching your chest heave as you dip your fingertip inside your folds.

“Wish this was you,” you moan. It snaps him out of his reverie, because you’re not taking the video for him but that Moniwa punk who doesn’t deserve you like your nii-chan does.

“What are you doing?”

Your eyes lock on his through the mirror and you squeal loudly, dropping the phone as you squeeze your legs together. You curl up into a ball, arms crossed over your chest, but it only gives him a better look at the swell of your ass and a peek of your cunt.

“Keiji-nii!”

“This is my room,” he reminds you as he closes the door behind him. You glance over when he starts to pad closer, his sock-covered feet quiet on the hardwood. “I asked what you’re doing.”

“I-I… t-the lighting was better, so—”

“Sit up.” You whine and shake your head, curling into yourself even more, so Akaashi lowers his voice to a calm whisper as he repeats, “Sit up.”

Akaashi doesn’t miss the shiver that runs down your spine or the way you lick your lips before you listen to him. You straighten up, arms crossed over your chest, legs pressed together as you sit back on your heels. He leans down to grab the phone you dropped and presses the stop button on the recording before looking up at you.

“I told you to be careful.”

“I know, I’m sorry, Keiji-nii.”

Akaashi glances down at the phone again. The hardwood flashes through the camera app as he lifts it—then it shows your face in all its flushed, embarrassed glory.

“Go on.”

“W-what?”

“If you want to take a video so badly, I’ll help you.”

Your little intake of breath goes straight to his cock, and he shifts to alleviate some of the pressure of his tightening pants. He focuses the camera on you, both hands tight around the phone as he watches you shake through the screen.

“Keiji-nii—”

“Start.”

His command is soft but firm, and you swallow, moving your arms away from your chest. Your eyes focus on him through the camera lens as your fingers begin to tweak at your nipples. Akaashi has to take a soft breath to keep from gasping when you moan, fingers rolling your hardening nubs between your fingertips. You play with your breasts for a little bit, biting your bottom lip when you knead and squeeze, and then one hand trails down your stomach to your cunt. You whimper when you touch your folds, fingers grazing over the sensitive flesh, your hips moving to feel more friction. When you part your legs for more leverage, Akaashi nearly curses. Even through the camera he can see how wet you are when you part your folds for him.

Your whine is quiet as your fingers brush over your clit, and Akaashi has to grip the phone harder to keep it slipping from his hand. His jaw clenches when you dip two of your fingertips into your cunt, slowly edging them further and further in until you’re two knuckles deep. He feels like he’s teetering with you, head rocking back and forth at the same pace as your fingers until they disappear completely into your pussy.

You throw your head back as your fingers start pumping, and it’s cute how your thumb tries to circle your clit at the same time as your quick pumps. His mouth goes dry as he stares at the sweaty column of your neck, the urge to mark all over flesh nearly too difficult to contain. But he does, lowering the camera for a better look at your wet fingers, trying to pick up the sound of your squelching pussy as you work.

“Does that feel good?” He asks quietly, and your dilated eyes snap up to him. You look so pretty with your cheeks flushed and hips grinding to meet your hand.

“Y-yes,” you whimper, leaning back on your free hand, and—

Fuck, he can see everything clearly now; see your glistening cunt, the stretch of your fingers as you drag them against your walls, your swollen clit as you rub it quickly with your thumb. Eventually you give up fingering yourself, chest heaving as you move your wet fingers directly to your clit. You bite your lip but it doesn’t stop the sounds leaving your mouth as you buck into your hand. Akaashi would laugh at how fast you’re moving to reach your orgasm if his cock wasn’t straining painfully against his pants, waiting to be pushed into that needy cunt of yours.

“Fuck,” you breathe, and Akaashi thinks he cums a little right there. It’s a cute little sound, barely audible by the camera, but he hears it loud and clear. Your entire body starts shaking and your eyes can barely stay open as you hump your fingers to get your release.

The phone slips a little in his hands when you cry out, body shuddering in as you orgasm. He can hear your harsh pants as you keep rubbing harsh circles, eyes clenched shut with your pleasure. You keep circling your clit even after your body stops shaking so much, eyes slowly opening to look at the camera. You weren’t kidding earlier about the lighting—your fingers shine in the sunlight streaming from the window when you pull them away from your wet cunt, and Akaashi can clearly see the sweat on your brow when you bite your lip one more time.

“Get on the bed.” His voice is gruff with the dryness in his throat, and you hesitate for only a moment until you do what he says.

At his quiet command, you lay down and spread your legs, and he immediately zooms in on your wet pussy. He catches the way your juices drip down your folds, the quiver of your thighs when he brushes a hand over them to spread your further. His quiet “open” is obeyed immediately and he gets the perfect vision of you wet and glistening, clenching around nothing as you whine.

Akaashi pretends he isn’t light-headed when he pulls back and stops the video, lowering the phone to look at you.

“I’m going to keep this for myself—”

“What?”

“—and,” he continues like you haven’t interrupted him. “You’ll only send them to me from now on or else I’m going to release the video.”

You squirm on the bed, whimpering as you place a hand over your mouth. “Keiji-nii, no…”

“No? Do you want to send it to Moniwa?” His voice holds a dangerous edge as he sets his knee on the bed and leans over you, trailing one of his hands up your side. You’re trembling when he reaches your chin, but there’s something off about your expression that he can’t quite place.

“M-Moniwa?”

“I looked him up,” Akaashi mumbles as he peels your hand away. With his thumb, he drags your lower lip down before pushing it inside your mouth; his cock throbs when you start to suck on it, eyes wide and hanging off his every word. “He looks just like me, doesn’t he? Is that what you wanted?” He starts to move his finger back and forth, and his eyes narrow when he notices you’re parting for him, sucking and licking his finger just like you would his cock. “For me to notice you instead of him?”

“No.” Your whine is muffled around his thumb, but Akaashi doesn’t miss the way your thighs clench and rub together slightly.

“Coming into my room and spreading yourself on my floor,” he muses as he pops his thumb from your mouth and trails it down your stomach. “Do you know what we call girls like that?” You’re heaving for breath as he runs his fingers over your upper thighs before you part them to fit his hand inside. “Do you?”

“A…” Akaashi can see the way you swallow, the way your hips slightly raise to meet his wandering fingers before you force them down. “A slut,” you answer breathlessly.

“You’re not a slut, are you?” He asks as his wet thumb brushes the upper part of your folds, and you can’t hold back your whimper when it dips inside to touch your clit.

“No,” you manage through heavy breaths, biting your bottom lip.

“Are you going to be a good girl?”

“Your good girl, Keiji-nii.”

His eyes snap up to yours and that’s when he realizes what felt off earlier. You want this. Based on the way you’re trying to hide a smile, Akaashi is even sure you planned this. You wanted him to get mad over Moniwa; you came into his room in hopes he’d walk in and find you spread and wet for him.

“That’s right,” he murmurs, surprising himself with how calm he sounds when on the inside he wants nothing more than to be inside you already. “My good girl.”

He rewards you with a roll of your clit and you sigh, spreading your legs further open for him to work with. It’s easy to sink two fingers into your cunt, and your walls squeeze down on him when he starts pumping them in and out. Even though you whine and squirm on the bed, Akaashi keeps his thrusts lazy, bending down to take a nipple into his mouth. He works the nub to hardness, sucking and licking all over, keeping the same pace as the slow circles on your clit.

When he curls his fingers you groan, head tilting back as your fingers find his hair. He almost loses his mind when you tug on his locks—it feels so much better than doing it to himself, and he picks up the pace to make you do it again. Akaashi shifts to the other side, giving your other nipple the same treatment as the previous, his fingers moving fast enough that the wet sounds of your pussy fill his ears. It doesn’t take long for you to start humping his fingers, your cute little voice whining for him.

He can sense your orgasm approaching—your walls clamp down harder; your toes start to curl into the bedding; your breathing picks up as you tug and tug on his locks with little sounds. Akaashi lifts his head to watch your face twist in pleasure, lidded eyes studying your expression as you fall apart for your nii-chan, as you squeal his name when you come undone. Your pussy sucks him in as you cum, juices gushing down his fingers as he keeps thrusting, and Akaashi doesn’t realize he’s grinding his hard cock against your thigh until you clench your thigh and push it against his bulge.

You’ve barely stopped shaking before he grabs your hips and forces you to turn. You’re on your hands and knees in a second, and his firm but gentle hand lifts your chin. You gasp when you see him in the mirror, grinding his covered cock against your wet and pulsing cunt. You try to drop your chin, embarrassment clear in the twisting of your face, but Akaashi keeps your focus on him, even as he fumbles to undo his pants. Eventually he gets it and with a few tugs, his jeans and boxers hang around his knees, and his hard cock ruts against your swollen folds.

“Eyes on me,” he demands quietly when you try to close your eyes, and they immediately snap open to watch his cockhead disappear and reappear between your thighs. “Who’s doing this to you?”

“Keiji-nii,” you whine when he accidentally bumps your swollen clit, and his body shudders at the desperation in your tone and the absolutely sinful look on your face. “Please!”

His cock slips in so easily, and he can’t contain the groan that slips from his lips when he realizes how tight you are. You clamp down around him, letting out the prettiest sigh when he bottoms out. His fingers slip into your mouth, thumb and pinky holding your chin up as he starts to thrust into you slowly. Your fingers grip the sheets as you watch him through the mirror, your tongue running over his fingertip as he picks up the pace.

He can feel your every breath like this, your every moan, vibrating into his skin and making him tremble. Akaashi wants to take it slow but he feels like he’s going insane already, each snap of his hips making a dull sound that resonates in the room. The way you moan for him and suck on his fingers is intoxicating, and he doesn’t think he’ll ever forget the way your eyes bore into his, pupils dilated and lids wet.

Your pussy squeezes him so hard that he grunts, and there’s a wicked smile on your face as he speeds up. His fingers grip you even tighter, making you choke for a moment on your gasp; it turns into a loud moan when he grips your hip and fucks you even harder.

“Keiji-nii, touch me,” you beg, and a ripple immediately goes down his spine. It sounds even better than his fantasies, and he lets go of your chin to move down to your clit.

You squeal when he touches it, quick rubs matching his quick thrusts. His bed squeaks under his forceful ruts, and your head drops down to the sheets, fingers fisting as he hits even deeper. Akaashi watches you through the mirror, watches your ass bounce with each thrust, drinking in the way you squirm as he continues to assault your clit. Another pulse of your pussy and he whines, fingertips digging into your side as his balls tighten.

The whimper of his name is muffled by the sheets, and when he looks down, he sees you staring back at him. You have the comforter between your teeth, eyes lidded, face flushed with pleasure. It’s his undoing; with a choked gasp, he shoots white and hot into your pussy, thrusts stuttering as he fucks himself through it. His fingers don’t stop rubbing your clit even though they’re trembling, and though his softened cock burns from overstimulation, he keeps thrusting.

Your pussy is so messy, juices covering his cock as he continues to rut into you until you’re crying out and burying your face in the sheets. If Akaashi hadn’t cum already, he would have right then and there; it feels like Heaven the way you grip him, the way you cream around his cock and lose yourself for your nii-chan’s eyes only.

He runs his hand all over your body, from your sweaty back to your hanging breasts, like he’s writing your body to memory from touch alone. Akaashi is careful when he pulls out and turns you over, eyes focused on the way his cum dribbles from your pulsing pussy and coats your folds and inner thighs. His shirt clings to his back, his glasses slipping down his nose until he pushes them back up.

“Have you learned your lesson?” He asks, and the way you shift from the quiet scolding makes fire burn in his veins.

“I think…” You start to say, and then you push up on your elbows.

Your kiss is light, tentative, and takes him by surprise. Your hand feels cool against his warm skin, and your hesitancy morphs into resolve when he kisses you back. It’s innocent at first, your mouth moving against his lightly, but then you tilt your head and press a little bit harder. His tongue slips into your mouth and tangles with yours, hand tightening on the back of your head as he holds you close. His cock twitches against your wet thigh when you push against him, and he falls back against the bedding, his hair splayed out all around him.

You climb over him, and he moans when your wet cunt grinds against his twitching cock. His hands move to your hips, helping you slowly rut against him until he’s half-hard and ready to sink back into your warm pussy.

“I think,” you say again, and Akaashi’s breath leaves the moment you finish with a much-too-innocent smile, “I think I need to show you what a good girl I can be, Keiji-nii.”

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