#cw.overstimulation
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swipe right — k. bakugo x fem! reader
✮ a/n: i remember seeing a post on here a long time ago about a character making a fake tinder profile for their gf and realizing how many people want her. (if someone knows the OG post please lmk so i can link it!) so now i present to you: bakugo falling to his knees in the middle of your apartment bedroom for the exact same reason.
✮ content/warnings: dubcon, quirkless/college! au, jealousy, possessiveness, breeding, creampie, unprotected sex, cum eating, cunnilingus, overstimulation, praise, biting, bkg gets a little rough with you, and bkg's also a fucking simp but when do I ever write him as being otherwise??
✮ summary: your boyfriend decides to make a fake tinder profile for you just to see how many matches you get. he comes to a realization just how many other people want what’s already his.
✮ word count: 4.2k (i'm so sick)
Bakugo can remember how this all started. In very vivid detail, actually. He remembers because Kaminari had pissed him off so much to the extent that it took him a very substantial amount of effort to refrain from bashing his friend’s face in.
It all started during the last monthly hangout amongst Bakugo and his friends— one day out of the month designated to make sure that they all had time to catch up with one another despite their busy schedules.
Everything was normal, with all of them getting more than enough of their fill of food and alcohol while idly playing video games and talking about random topics to fill in the silence in Kaminari’s living room.
Perfectly normal, until Denki decided to open his stupid mouth, at least.
He goes off on a tangent about a trend he saw on social media where someone makes a fake Tinder profile for their partner to see how many matches they’d get. He proceeds to tell Bakugo that he should try doing it, for “funsies,”— to which Bakugo scoffs at.
“Aren’t you curious, Kacchan?” Kaminari smiles cheekily, wrapping an arm around his blond friend’s shoulders, seemingly oblivious to the fact that Bakugo’s becoming visibly more upset with every passing moment.
“Your girlfriend is really pretty,” Mina chimes in, sticking her tongue out when Katsuki whips his head to glare at her. “I’m still surprised she’s with a grump like you.”
Kaminari butts in, “I bet there’s a whole line of guys around the block just waiting for a chance to get with her. I mean, just look at her! Hell, I’d even let her peg m—”
For a moment, Bakugo swears he wants to bash Kaminari’s face into his flatscreen. And for a moment, he lets that impulsive thought win— getting up and grabbing two fistfuls of Denki’s shirt before promptly getting cut off by Kirishima.
“Alright alright,” Kirishima forcibly pries Bakugo off of the other blond, pushing him off to the side. “That’s enough, you two. Kaminari was just messing around. I’ll admit, it wasn’t a good joke, but no need to hurt the guy, okay Bakugo?”
Kirishima knows that Kaminari wasn’t being that serious, but Kirishima can also admit that what he had to say held some ounce of truth. And Kirishima knows Bakugo well enough to see how your boyfriend tends to be rather skittish and protective with matters concerning you— which is exactly why Eijiro had to stop him before it was too late. He really didn’t feel like preparing for Denki’s funeral or helping hide Katsuki escape from a homicide charge.
And that was that…up until a few minutes ago.
Katsuki’s tried to forget that conversation. But try as he might, his mind betrays him and can’t help but wander back to what Denki said that night.
He trusts you of course, and has complete faith in your relationship. However, he’s curious to a fault, just about perhaps too curious for his own good.
How badly could this end?
As it turns out, this whole scheme seems to be playing out very poorly.
Dozens of photos of you— screenshotted from your social media accounts— fill Katsuki’s screen. He had to choose photos you uploaded yourself, because most of his photos of you were either too…suggestive or too domestic (and he wants to be the only one to see you in those moments).
He swipes through “your” profile one last time before clicking “done” to officially put you on the market. And just like that, Bakugo’s met with the faces of men who are nowhere near your level. He goes through the batch of profiles, scrutinizing each one he comes across. He’s (un)surprisingly selective with the ones he chooses to swipe right on— making sure that they’re at least somewhat conventionally attractive. To his surprise (or dread, rather), his phone pings right away with a notification from someone who swiped back. Another ping. A message.
You free tonight?
Bakugo scoffs. He looks through the guy’s profile— a picture of him at a party with his arms around some girls, another with him doing a victory pose presumably after hiking, and one with him holding a fish. He feels his mouth curl in disgust, about to give into the urge to reply and give this guy a piece of his mind, before he realizes he’s pretending to be you. He takes a deep breath, closes out of the app, and puts down his phone.
He’s starting to regret this.
Bakugo’s phone has gone off 15 times in the last hour. Bakugo has also felt the need to strangle some stranger through the phone 15 times in the last hour. Your (read: his) profile has existed for less than 60 minutes, and you already have a whole address book of nobodies trying to link with you and get a quick fuck.
He feels the familiar beginnings of a headache creeping up the back of his skull. He thinks he might need a drink. Why did he decide to do this again?
In hindsight, he probably should have known this is exactly how it was going to go down.
What was that saying? Curiosity killed the cat?
Yeah.
He was never great at self-preservation in the first place. So this, the feeling of overwhelming jealousy, frustration, possessiveness brewing up a storm threatening to pour out of every single fiber of Bakugo’s being— was no surprise.
He watches as the numbers at the bottom of his screen increase steadily, before tapping on the star icon.
‘99+ likes!’ it reads. Over 99 people who saw your profile and thought you were beautiful. Bakugo pales, and he can feel the cold sweat building on the nape of his neck. He grips his phone, knuckles turning white. Is he shaking from anger or nervousness?
Anger because all these guys think they even have the slightest chance with someone as amazing as you. Nervousness because what if you decide that they do? You wouldn’t actually leave him for one of these guys, right? Right?
None of these men would walk through hell and back for you. They don’t know how you like your coffee, the details of your skin care routine, how you like to binge watch shows and talk Katsuki’s ear off about them (not that he ever minded, of course). They don’t know you, not like he does. Katsuki looks at you like you hung the moon. In fact, he’s pretty convinced that you did. Everything good in his life— the warmth, the color, the joy,— is encompassed by you. He’d be damned if he lets some greasy little nobody take that from him. Because the moment Bakugo fell in love with you, you became a part of him— inextricably and indefinitely. Loving you has become so intrinsic to him, that even the mere thought of another person loving you or looking at you the same way he does has him going insane. Not that anyone could love you like he did, though. That thought brings him some comfort, but not for long.
One last notification he sees sends him spiraling. Bakugo swears that he can see red. That’s when he deletes the app, and throws his poor phone in some random corner of the living room, which is markedly one of the smarter choices he’s made as of late. He marches to your bedroom with a fire burning in his chest.
He stops short of the door and finds you sitting at the edge of your shared bed, fresh out of the shower. You’re applying lotion, and he watches the cream absorb into your skin wordlessly, in awe at how overwhelmingly beautiful you manage to look in the most prosaic of tasks. For a second, he almost forgets the reason he was upset in the first place.
Your hair is still damp, water droplets accumulating at the tips, and Katsuki feels his mouth run dry the minute he watches a stray bead fall and make its way down your neck and stop perfectly in the dip of your collarbone. Your very existence is forever etched into his heart, every inch of you carved into his memory, but even still he can never get tired of looking at you. At every angle, in every lighting, he needs to see you in it. You could call him obsessed, but he’d simply laugh and agree, because what’s so wrong with that? Especially if it’s you.
You’re one to be studied— to be adored, Katsuki thinks, to the greatest capacity. It’s what you deserve. And what better person for that task to fall upon than him?
He finds himself naturally gravitating towards you, his finger tracing the same exact path the water had carved just moments before, wordlessly. You try to pay no mind, but it’s difficult as you realize just how close Bakugo was and how your towel barely manages to cover up your most intimate parts. One wrong move and you’d be exposed. With how things were playing out, and the predatory glint in the blond’s eyes, you don’t think your boyfriend would be too perturbed with your current predicament.
Katsuki presses a delicate kiss to your forehead before he crouches down. Suddenly, you’re at eye level with one another, his hot breath tickling your lips. You think for a moment he’s going to kiss you so you lean forward, lips waiting. But he merely grazes them before he sucks a deep bruise into the juncture of your neck, biting slightly.
You’re barely given any time to react before he’s grabbing the hand that’s securing your towel and ripping it away, the offending garment falling off your body. Your flesh prickles with goosebumps as its exposed to the sudden chill. It’s quickly replaced by the heat of Bakugo’s body as he pushes you lightly, your back hitting the mattress. He crawls on top of you, muscular thighs on either side of your hips, your head placed conveniently between his forearms. He’s trapped you, a nonverbal challenge for you to try and escape.
You’re a work of art, he thinks, but much more valuable than any pièce de résistance framed in any museum.
Beautiful, yes, but far too blank for his liking. He wants to ruin you, make you his own personal magnum opus. And so he does.
He presses a clothed knee against your bare cunt, pressing firmly. His lips continue their assault on your neck, leaving angry purpling bruises in their wake. Rough hands find your breast, and you moan in surprise when he gives both of them a harsh squeeze as he shoves his tongue into your mouth. Katsuki kisses you like a man dying of thirst, hungry for everything you can offer him and more. It’s all too much already, the way he’s kissing you has your mind reeling, and you have to turn your head away for a moment to catch your breath. Katsuki thinks it’s a moment too long without you, so he coaxes you into locking lips with him once more. A wave of mischievousness washes over you, prompting you to take your boyfriend’s lower lip in between your teeth, biting down lightly.
You feel his breath hitch, before he lets out a low groan as he grinds his clothed dick against your bare wetness. He returns the favor, sucking on your bottom lip before letting it go with a wet pop. He pulls back with a lazy smirk, his lips pursing together to scatter messy kisses down the base of your throat and down your chest, alternating between sucking and biting at the flesh.
He gives you a good once-over, scanning every surface, committing them to memory. You feel the need to curl into yourself with how intensely those vermillion eyes are piercing into you, memorizing every single curve, scar, freckle like he’s done time and time again.
He drops down to his knees, broad shoulders bullying their way in between your legs, forcibly prying them open. He grips your hips, fingertips digging into the soft flesh, and drags you down the mattress until your legs are dangling off the bed.
“Jesus, Kats, be more gentle.”
“Shhh. I know you like it when I’m not gentle,” he chuckles. As if to prove a point, he pulls you down even further, giving a harsh bite to your inner thigh. He smiles deviously when you yelp. You try to pull at his hair but his reflexes are too quick, pinning both of your wrists down on either side of you easily. “Besides, this is the perfect height for me to eat you out, dontcha think baby?”
You want to chastise him for being so crass, so Katsuki, but the words die on the tip of your tongue the minute he gives a sweet, loving kiss to your clit, sucking lightly.
“You’re mine. I don’t want anyone else seeing you like this except for me.”
You’re not entirely sure what brought this on, but you find it hard to complain when Bakugo drags his tongue from your throbbing clit to inside your pussy, drinking everything you have to offer.
Your hands automatically try to find purchase in his blond locks, struggling against the vice grip Katsuki has on your wrists. He decides to take pity on you, loosening his hold so you can slip your hands into his hair, moaning appreciatively when he feels you tug. He rewards you by flicking his tongue on your clit over and over again, just the way you like it. He does it until your moans begin to pitch higher and higher, the same way that they do when you’re close. He doesn’t stop his ministrations even after you cum, riding out your orgasm until your thighs are shaking from overstimulation. He pulls away from you with a loud pop, taking in the sight before him.
He runs a hand up and down your thigh soothingly. “So fucked out already and we’re barely getting started, baby.”
Your mind is barely processing his words before you feel Katsuki’s erection brush against your stomach, his clothing haphazardly discarded on the floor. He taps the head of his dick against your clit to tease you, a feeling of satisfaction swelling when you cry out from under him.
He watches in fascination as strings of your arousal cling to him. He positions his length at your entrance, locking eyes with you as you hold your breath in anticipation. Katsuki likes you like this. Needy for him.
“You’re the most beautiful girl in the world, you know that?” He slips into you with a stuttered groan.
Katsuki’s always been big. You never get used to the initial stretch, no matter how many times you two fuck. Still, that doesn’t stop him from sliding in with ease from the slick of your last orgasm. It easily coats his cock as he gives a few experimental thrusts. He groans in rapture. How do you manage to feel so good every time? It’s enough to drive him insane. Perhaps he already is.
“So fucking perfect, no wonder why all those losers want you.” He mutters out the last part, and you’re not sure if you caught that right.
“What?” He chooses not to respond, and you aren’t given the opportunity to think any further before your legs are thrown over his shoulders, Katsuki’s weight effectively pinning you in place. The stretch knocks all the wind out of your lungs, and all you can do is cling to Katsuki, nails leaving red, angry lines on his well-defined back.
He wastes no time before he starts drilling into you, hips slotting in between your legs perfectly. The position has him pressed against your clit, and your entire body feels like it’s been set ablaze, with Katsuki holding both the power to have it burn even brighter and the ability to extinguish it. And you’re almost there, you can feel your soul slowly ascending, your room filled with hymns of pleasure, the coil in your stomach winding tighter and tighter, threatening to unravel along with your sanity. Katsuki can feel it too— the way you’re squeezing him tighter, how your gasps and moans have climbed just a note higher, how absolutely ruined you look, how he’s responsible for your current state. Which is exactly why he wants to push it even further, he wants to see how much you’ll break for him— and only him.
Katsuki cuts you off right before you can reach your peak, pulling out but making sure just his tip is inserted. You come to and take a look at your lover and marvel at the sight. He has a crazed look in his eyes. The way he smirks is absolutely wicked.
You feel distraught— having been so close but having it ripped away from you. You give your boyfriend a petulant pout.
“Katsuki,” you whine, slapping a hand against his sweaty chest, “Why’d you stop? I was so close!”
“Because I didn’t want you to cum yet,” he says simply. “You’ll be good for me, yeah? I’ll give my baby what she deserves, as long as she’s good.”
You roll your eyes, huffing. That won’t do for him.
As much as he loves seeing you indulge, he feels a need to punish you— at least a little bit to even begin to atone for being the wicked temptress you are.
“Don’t be a fuckin’ brat,” Bakugo growls, gripping your face with one hand, squishing your cheeks, causing your lips to purse slightly. “I said be good, okay? Wanna take my time with you.”
There’s a moment of respite, until you sigh in defeat, knowing better than to argue with him lest you wanted to dig your own grave. “‘Kay, ‘ki.”
He flashes you a smile. Obedient, just how he likes you. “Good girl.”
Katsuki draws his hips back, thrusting just enough to fuck his tip into you. He’s teasing. The amount of willpower on his end it takes not to cum is nauseating.
“You’re so pretty, aren’t you?” he rasps, one hand finding their way around your neck, squeezing just enough to make your head spin. Your hands reflexively grab his wrist.
All you can manage is a fucked out moan. Katsuki has to resist the urge to coo, about how he’s managed to turn you into a cockdrunk mess in such a short matter of time. The wave of possessiveness that’s been gnawing at the depths of his soul begins to seep out, and he’s reminded of the reason why the two of you are in this position in the first place.
He gives your throat another squeeze and a rough slap to your clit. “C’mon princess, answer me. Say it.” He slowly adds more and more pressure until your ears grow hot and air feels like a precious commodity.
“I-i’m pretty,” you manage to gasp out, tears spilling from your lash line as you begin to lose yourself between the space of pleasure and pain.
Good. Always so pliant for him.
“That’s right, baby,” he concedes. “So fuckin’ beautiful.” He punctuates the last word with a deep thrust, right against that spongy spot that feels so good. You’re so sensitive that it’s enough to send you spiraling into your second orgasm, walls spasming around him uncontrollably.
Katsuki stills, staving off his own release with all the restraint he can summon. He silently thanks whatever divine forces are out there that he didn’t cum the minute he felt the first clench of your orgasm.
He grits his teeth as he wills himself to move, trying not to get lost in the wetness that envelops him. You’re babbling now, senseless moans filling Katsuki’s ears like a sweet melody.
“Kats, please, I’m too sensitive—” You’re shaking now, muscles trembling with every thrust.
“But I’m not done with you yet,” he says simply, drawing his hips back with a particularly rough thrust. You choke back whatever you were going to say with a loud cry. “What’s your color, baby?”
You take a moment to answer, brain trying to comprehend the words just uttered to you. You look at Katsuki firmly, “Green.”
“Atta girl,” he praises, the drive of his hips beginning to shallow. He’s close, and he doesn’t know how much longer he can hold out. But for you, he tries. “You’re mine, right?”
“Yes,” you breathe out, shivering as goosebumps dance across your skin.
“Say it,” Katsuki pleads, thrusts growing sloppy by the second. “Say you’re mine.”
“I’m all yours, ‘ki.”
With that, Katsuki’s fate is sealed. He’s left groaning as a flash of pleasure shakes his very soul, filling you up with so much cum that it dribbles onto the mattress even while he’s still inside you. You follow suit, an embarrassingly obscene rhythm of squelching noises fill the silence as you spasm around his dick. He collapses on top of you, but he’s still coherent enough to not dump all his weight on you.
Your labored breaths fill the room as the two of you come to. Katsuki pulls out of you with a wince, still a bit sensitive. He gives you a peck on the lips before he drags himself down, settling in between your legs much like he was earlier.
You tense up, “Kats, wait—”
Any and all protests cease the moment Bakugo works his tongue inside of you, slurping lewdly as he drags out the mixture of your cum and his, swallowing. He tries not to stimulate your puffy clit in an attempt to be merciful, but you still feel yourself steadily climbing to what would be your fourth orgasm this session. While the past three have been intense and drowning, this one comes to you in waves, dull pleasure invading your senses as Katsuki continues to eat you out to clean you up.
He pulls away when you finish, your slick and his saliva coating his chin before he wipes it off on the back of his hand. You stare at his half-hard erection with a half concerned, half quizzical look. “Do you…” you lick your lips, “need help with that? I’m a little sensitive down there but I could use my mout—”
“Nah, I’m good babe,” he says earnestly, flashing you a smile that he only ever shows around you. “I’ll be back.” With that, your boyfriend leaves the room only to come back with a bottle of water.
“Drink.” You comply, finishing half the bottle graciously before handing it to him. He downs the rest before he settles next to you on the bed, laying on his side. You mirror him, shifting your body so that you’re both facing each other.
Katsuki reaches out, finger idly tracing random shapes and lines onto the bare skin on your hip. He has a pensive look on his face, one that he usually doesn’t hold after stolen moments like this; it’s an expression he wears when he’s in deep thought.
“Baby,” you call out. His eyes snap to yours, eyebrows raised.
“Yeah?”
“Whatcha thinking about?” You watch as a hesitant look flashes across your boyfriend’s face before he shakes his head.
“S’nothin’. Just thinkin’ about us two.” He speaks lightly. It’s always been difficult for him to voice his inner thoughts and feelings, so he tends to beat around the bush. You’ve learned that if you ever want something out of him, you’d have to pry a little. Katsuki always indulges you though.
“What about us?”
“Do you- do you think you’ll ever get tired of this?” He repeats himself, clearing his throat. The question is followed by a weaker, “...of me?”
You think it’s the most ridiculous question he’s ever asked, because the answer should be obvious. “I’d never get tired of you, Katsuki. I love you so much.”
“I love you too,” he replies automatically, “but if I ever do anything that upsets you, or if I get too much for you, or if I—” he’s rambling now. Yes, it’s difficult for Katsuki to talk about his feelings, but once you manage to get him to open up, all the walls of his self-made fortress come crashing down and it’s up to you to pick up the pieces.
“Baby,” you giggle, pressing a kiss to his lips, cupping his sharp jaw with one hand. “Look at me.” And he does— ruby eyes meeting yours. “I love you because you’re you. And I choose to be with you everyday. It’s not always gonna be perfect, no relationship is. But I know that I will always wake up and choose you.”
You can see the anxiety melt away from Katsuki’s body, shoulders slumping as he lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding.
“Love you too, sap,” is all he says before he’s pulling you against his chest, squeezing you into a bearhug. You two stay that way until both of you are lulled to sleep.
You’re laying in bed with Katsuki, both of you dozing off when you hear a slight buzz from your phone on the nightstand. You squint as you try to read the notification, and make out that it’s from your friend.
Denki Kaminari: So did it work?
You bite the inside of your cheek to stop yourself from laughing, giving a quick glance over your shoulder to check on your boyfriend— fast asleep. You turn back to your phone, your thumbs making quick work at your keyboard.
You: Just like I said it would. Thanks Denki :)
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thinking about Kishibe having you on your hands and knees, fucking you with a vibrator. He's leaning over you, his clothed body pressing up against your bare skin, the woody smell of whiskey clinging to his white button-down.
You tell him you can't handle it as he switches the vibrator to the highest setting, the silicone thudding against your swollen clit without a hint of mercy.
He mutters an apology he doesn't mean and reaches around to grab your neck, forcing you to crane your head back and look at him. He rasps, "I can't help that I love seeing pretty things like you suffer."
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ughhhh i wanna trib with just somebody or mikasa where our fat pussys rub and make the most lewedest sounds and just make a mess on the covers <33 her telling eren she’s gonna go to a friends house but comes back a damn mess from almost overstimming and her mouth sore from suckin tits 👩❤️💋👩
Warnings: tribadism, slight body description (→jiggly boobies), fem reader, friends to lovers?, college au, gamer boy eren.
"Where'ya going Mika?" Eren's too busy focusing on the game in front of him, pc monitor reflected in his dark eyes, to notice the dark hue in his roommate's cheeks.
"Just out - to see a friend,"
by now, Eren should have cottoned on to this 'friend'. Armin sure did; which was why he made sure to leave a fresh bottle of water in the fridge for later and made sure to leave enough hot water for her to shower, cause he knows she's going to need it.
"I'll leave the front door unlocked though - I assume Eren's going to be up still if you get back,"
It was a test you see, that 'if' making Mikasa flush harder because this is the third time this week she'd been out to see her friend and surely by now it was time to maybe stay over, maybe order food, maybe do something other than -
"Harder! Fuck - harder, please!" you're a mess beneath her, thrashing in the throes of your orgasm, tits jigging with every hard, brutal thrust of the pussy against yours. Mikasa doesn't look much different, hair sticking to her face with sweat and chest spattered with pink - and saliva from your mouth. A trail of clothes led a path from the front door, pooling in the kitchen along with a faint wet patch on the floor, ending on the futon in the living room where you slept in the winter because it was warmer. Her thighs were bulging with every hump, every grind, smacking and sticking and squelching with every upwards thrust,
"Mika!!" you squeal, eyes squeezing shut, reaching up to try and grip her tit, heavy in your palm and you pinch her nipple clumsily, too wasted on pleasure to give it a second thought. This is what - the fourth time you'd cum? squirting deliciously beneath her and causing her cunt to slip and bump quicker against yours, hips a blur, tits jumping, belly clenching, bouncing hard and bouncing too fast to even think about slowing down. God - you look so good taking her like this, so good letting her use you like some damp pussy pillow to hump like she was an 18 year old virgin again. She can't stop, why the fuck would she want to stop? you're perfect like this, limbless and not fighting even when she knows you're overstimulated and jumping with every desperate, hot grind of her cunt over yours. Mikasa is just - obsessed with you, with your pussy, your tits and the way you arch into her hungry hands, copying you and the way you pinch and prick at her sensitive dusty nipples. She does you one better, leg up over her shoulder and folded into your chest with how low she dips, pelvis' slotting together and you're given a brief rest when she attatches her mouth to your chest, slurping and sucking and moaning.
"S'too much - not - no! Mika - fucking - don't fucking stop!" you're always more agreeable when you've got something kissing your cunt, maybe hers, maybe her mouth, or her thigh in this case. Cause the position she's in allows her to shove her muscular upper thigh against the heated, sloppy length of your pussy, slipping hers over your knee and - it's downright disgusting the way the two of you grind on each other's bodies just cause you're so obsessed with cumming, hands all over each other, lips sucking and biting and grunting and squealing. Limbs sore but dancing the same dance over and over till the sheets are dark with cum and her nipples are too swollen to touch, and your clit jumps every time you blink.
maybe - maybe she will stay the night. Maybe -
"D'you - wanna - fuck - order pizza?" you're spread out on your stomach, fingers still wet from having them down her throat moments ago and she's wiping slick from her tit, constantly replaying the way you'd cum so prettily just from bumping her budded nipple against your clit,
"Mika? You there - ?" you're clicking your tongue and yawning, startling her from the lust filled stupor she was lost in and she can't help but giggle when there's an audible squelch from between your legs when you move to grab your phone,
"Yeah - pizza, sounds really good," lips press to your sore shoulder and you hum, almost like a purr at the heat of her body shuffling over yours.
Yeah - maybe she could stay the night.
#🧋.answers#went overboard#made plot#nearly wrote a fic#woops#🍡.wlw#🍡.nsfw#cw.tribadism#cw.overstimulation#cw.multiple orgasms#mikasa x reader#mikasa smut#aot smut#snk smut#attack on titan smut
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Character/s: Bonten!Rindou Haitani
Warnings: f!reader, cursing, sexual themes, food play (?), fingering, kitchen sex, unprotected sex, praise, hint of overstimulation and fluff. Minors do not interact.
Note: commissioned by @wakaslut 💖 thank u my beloved 🥺 happy valentine's day!
Synopsis: Rindou spends Valentine's day with you, his sweet girlfriend.
✃WC: 2k
Rindou hates long lines. He hates the thought of waiting without the certainty he’ll get what he came for caused by the sudden influx of demands. But what he hates more than lines and mingling with the overbearing crowd was the cause of it: Valentine’s day. The sudden sale of chocolates that were almost out, fully booked hotels and restaurants, overpriced flowers, all the pinks and reds—what was there to like? Perhaps if he were the ignorant teenager—before he met you—he used to be back in the day, he’d be back home watching another rerun of a cheesy rom-com movie he knew the ending to on television or hitting the streets with Ran to find a poor sucker to mess with to reach that high he knew all too well. What’s more, he regrets not taking up Koko’s offer of reserving flowers beforehand, letting his ego think for him, underestimating the load of work Bonten placed over his shoulders days before the dreaded hearts day.
Yes, Rindou hates Valentine’s day.
But he loves to see you smile more than anything. The feeling of pride swelling up his chest whenever you shower him with kisses and words of gratitude for the little surprises he’d give was intoxicating. And Rindou would damn well line up a thousand times for those flowers you loved than nothing at all. Even if the man in front of him was talking his ear off about the type of bouquet he should get for a girl that was clearly not interested in him.
Rindou thinks he deserves a pat on the back for putting up with this slow torture. He would’ve blown his cover and began shouting he was from Bonten to have the line disperse. However, he wouldn’t risk you crying and spending Valentine's behind bars. Rindou would kick himself where the sun doesn’t shine if you were to shed another tear because of him.
“I’m home,” he announced in a low voice, quickly removing his shoes and hiding the bouquet of your favorite flowers behind his back. Everything was worth it—you were worth it—in the end, he thought, as you greeted him with a sweet grin and a peck to his cheek. The exhaustion creeping up his legs and back disappeared almost instantly at the affection. Parchment rustling captured your attention, trying to peek at what your boyfriend got you. Rindou chuckled, rolling his eyes as he presented his gift. “Happy, uh, Valentine's day. I got you somethin’, hope these are—”
“Rin, you didn’t have to! They are so pretty!” you gushed, accepting the flowers at the sight of them. Nose pressed against one, you inhaled the refreshing scent before giggling at his attempt of appearing nonchalant. “Liar. You said you wouldn’t get me flowers this year.”
“Surprise?”
“I love it! Thank you, Rin.”
Pressing a chaste kiss on his mouth, you then lead him to the dining room, hand in hand. The sugary scent of something in the oven lingering in the apartment’s halls, evidence of icing in the apron you wore had your boyfriend smiling. Despite disliking what the annual tradition put him through, Rindou looked forward to tasting the cake you baked every year. The little pretty thing with all its strawberries and cream adorning the dining table along with the bottle of Rosé champagne and sliced cheese and fruits.
“Let me go and put these in a vase, okay?”
Rindou nodded, watching you rush to the kitchen with the flowers. Violet hues not missing the dress’ skirt swaying under the white apron, mind wondering what you were wearing underneath. Reaching to take a heart candy inside a glass bowl, Rindou squinted at the short message on the sweet.
Lover boy.
Tacky, he snickered before popping it into his mouth while waiting. The moment you came back, the flowers now in a beautiful vase, his eyes went straight to your outfit that was now in full display. And god, were you trying to kill him?
Hand itching to wrap themselves around your waist and pull you into his lap, Rindou’s ears didn’t hear you ramble, asking how his day went or his work. Your cleavage in full display stole the show. The sweetheart pastel pink dress hugged every curve you wore, teasing him to just rip it off and ravish you right there on the table. It felt like it has been years since he last touched you, throat dry and mind forgetting about last night. He was like a man parched by your softness and saccharine taste. Fuck, he wanted you, right then and there. Wanting to prove your pussy and lips were sweeter and tastier than any dessert he’ll ever have in his whole life—one he would never get tired of having.
Fuck, was it candy he ate or an aphrodisiac?
“Rin, are you okay?”
“Huh? Oh, yeah. I’m fine. The cake… shouldn’t we slice it up?”
Rindou knew he should control his urges. He didn’t want to overlook your work, knowing you’ve been busy all day just to prepare everything that is on this table. But god, it did prove to be a challenge. Amethyst irises darting from your face to your chest, your perfume tantalizing him to reach across the furniture and kiss you hard. Wishing to drink the Rosé champagne from your mouth or soak your skin with the liquor and drown in it until all he could taste was you. Even when you suggested feeding him the cake you baked, Rindou’s head was spiraling at the perverted images plaguing his mind, wishing he’d choke on the fork to calm down his erection.
Fuck, he wished you didn’t remove the apron until you both were finished eating. That way he’ll be able to give you his comment about the cake without getting distracted by your breasts pressed on his arm whenever you clung to him. The pants he wore was tight, half-hard cock twitching in its confinement leaking pre-cum. His discomfort was clear on his face that you weren’t able to ignore anymore, pausing on your chewing. Yet, just before you could ask Rindou what was wrong, clumsy fingers made your utensil coated with icing fly and land on your outfit. Hurriedly, you excused yourself and got up to wash it off by the kitchen sink.
While you muttered under your breath how it must’ve ruined the mood, Rindou dubbed it as a blessing.
Scooping up a handful of icing from his own slice of cake, Rindou found himself slowly approaching you from behind. The universe was finally giving him a chance and he wasn’t going to waste it. One second, you were turning the faucet off and turning to your boyfriend, brow raised. The next, the top of your breasts were now sticky with cream, Rindou smearing the icing without hesitation as he pressed you against the counter.
“R-Rin, wait—”
“Shh, you must be tired, bunny. Doing everything… Let me take care of you, yeah?”
Index finger on your lips, Rindou’s free hand pulled your dress down by the neckline, ignoring your shaky protest. Purple hues darkened in lust at your pink lace bra that was now on display. The groan he emitted was downright lewd, making your lower lips pool with heat and anticipation. Yes, you were definitely out to kill him. Smirking, he leaned down to wipe off the icing on your supple flesh with his tongue. Whimpering at the touch of the warm muscle, your grip on the counter tightened. Flustered cheeks pressed against his lilac strands, eyes half-lidded at the soft moans he let slip past. Rindou was close to burying his face in your tits, the sound of sucking and slurping filled the kitchen.
“My pretty bunny, did this all for me? Baking me a cake, wearing a sexy dress—all dolled up for me. So cute. What did I do to deserve you?” Rindou’s voice is slightly incoherent, tongue never leaving your breasts, now swirling around one of your perked nipples. Whining at the chance of him tearing the bra off and ruining it, your boyfriend then captured your lips, cooing, “Don’t worry, if it tears I’ll buy you the same set, alright? Maybe even add three more in different shades.”
“Rindou…”
“Just let me take care of my bunny,” he whispered, going back to your breasts that were now cleaned by his tongue. Palm cupping them, squeezing to hear your melodic moans. However, his fingers weren't, bringing them up and pushing them into your mouth. Rindou didn’t have to command you, his gaze was already enough for you to move. Lips circling the digits, you sucked off the leftover icing, thighs rubbing together to create some friction. The matching lace panties are now soaked with your arousal. Rindou’s impatience bled through when he met your mouth again, tasting the cream off of yours. His fingers soaked with your saliva reaching down to your clothed cunt, rubbing your clit through the lace. “Let me hear my cute bunny—fuck, let me hear you.”
Fingernails digging into his broad back, your back arched when his teeth sunk into your neck, peppering marks on the sensitive skin while his fingers pushed the thin material of your panties to the side. Rindou hummed at your tight pussy hugging his digits soaked with your juices, splitting the searing walls apart. Thumb rubbing on your puffy clit, drawing circular figures on the bundle of nerves.
“Rin, right there—shit.” Tears pricked your eyes, vision glossy. Clinging to his equally feverish body due to the ecstacy racing in each other’s veins, his hot breath panting on the shell of your ear had you whining. Rindou was on the same boat, cheeks dusting with pink at the euphoric mewls you sent to his ears. “M-more, Rin! Want you inside me—fuck, I need your cock. Please, please!”
And really, Rindou wasn’t gonna say no to your request.
Palm against your stomach, he prompted you to stay still as he bent down, head under the skirt of your dress. Breath stuck on your throat, you were sure you would’ve climaxed the moment his teeth were pulling your lace panty down. A thin line of slick connecting your underwear on your boyfriend’s teeth and your aching pussy was too much to bear. Whining for him to hurry up, Rindou quickly pocketed the item and unbuckled his belt. His pants didn’t even reach the ground when he slipped into your folds, the pink mushroom tip of his thick cock splitting your walls deliciously. The hem of your dress bunched around your hips as he held you there against the kitchen counter, thrusting up into your welcoming cunt.
“Fuck, so tight. Bunny’s pussy is so good to me, all for me,” Rindou groaned, burying his head into the crook of your neck as his cock pistoned in and out of your cunt’s death-like grip, eliciting a hiss from him. “Don’t, pretty bunny. G-gonna cum fast like this. Have to make you—fuck—cum first.”
Fucking you in the kitchen wasn’t part of the ‘romantic’ plan he had in mind on the way here, but how could he stop when you were taking his cock so deliriously good? Clenching around him like there was no tomorrow, a moaning mess on the pristine kitchen counter where your hands were achingly hanging onto as Rindou pounded into your squelching pussy. The mewls and high-pitched moans egged him on, thumb going back to your clit and ruthlessly rubbing it.
“Rin, I’m gonna cum—shit, I’m c-cumming! Ah—!”
Chest heaving, a blinding white light obstructed your view momentarily of Rindou’s focused expression. Chasing his own high, you felt tears stream down your cheeks at the overstimulation, listening to your boyfriend grunting with brows pinched together, until his cock spurted out thick milk, filling you up. Hoping to get your heart rate back to its normal beat, Rindou suddenly scooped you up, never pulling out while carrying you to the bedroom, far from finished. He did promise to take care of his pretty bunny, after all.
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𖤐 Dummy . . !
꩜ this is part of the "Look At Me !" collab i have with @tamaki-kisses ! please go read her part of the collab as well ! you can find it -> here <-
꩜ description: you pay a visit to tamaki's apartment. while you're there, your nerdy, entomology student boyfriend tries to help you build better studying habits.
꩜ cw: dumbification, struggling with academics, degradation/praise, slut-calling, cockwarming, doggy style, over the desk fucking, edging, orgasm denial, soft(?)dom!tamaki, fem-bimbo!reader, vaginal fingering, breeding, unprotected sex, brat taming undertones, established relationship, no quirk au, college au . . .
꩜ word count: 6.4k
you weren't a very studious person. your boyfriend however, tamaki, was the opposite. he could spend hours quietly reading through textbooks from your university's library, his color coded composition notebooks open and full of neat lists of vocabulary words and their definitions or paragraphs about the environments specific insects lived in and their interactions with other species he was learning about. neon highlighters and dark black pens constantly littered his desk, his lamp was often the only light on in his room. you'd grown to appreciate his responsible attitude though, happy to lean over his shoulder and compliment his skills and attention to detail while you rubbed his shoulders.
tamaki was studying to become an entomologist; he'd had an interest in insects since he was a child, specifically butterflies. it was quite sweet. nerdy too, and his shy, anxious demeanor just added to the image. he liked to tell you all about his colorful butterflies and fluffy moths pinned in sleek shadow boxes hanging on his wall, even if you'd listened to him talk about them before. he was a collector and a bit of a lepidopterist.
tamaki was actually the one to tell you what that word even meant, there was no way you would know something like that.
tamaki was a very smart man. he was also extremely socially awkward so he'd spent most of his time doing school work and made the effort to build up his academic skills instead of his social ones. in a way you complimented him, you'd always been the social type, happy-go-lucky and quick to toss out a smile. your bright, ditzy personality had enthralled tamaki, along with your pretty features.
It was no secret you struggled with school, hell, you'd cried many a time into tamaki's warm sweaters after a failed test or a low grade, complaining about your professors and their lectures you just couldn't stand. tamaki's spent hours rubbing your back and quietly asking you questions in a soft tone you could never get sick of. he always wanted to know the most he could, and it was nice to be listened to, and despite not sharing your problems he did his best to understand and empathize.
he wasn't exactly the best at comforting others but he did do well coming up with solutions.
tamaki, the sweetheart, had made it a regular thing to have you over at his apartment for study dates. it was still relatively new, and you'd kind of hated it at first, not wanting him to have a front row seat of you struggling to understand your schoolwork. it was embarrassing . . . but tamaki was always so patient with you. you weren't studying the same exact stuff as him due to your major, but tamaki had the brains to magically help you with most things.
sometimes, it was just nice to sit next to him while you worked, you know, for moral support.
tamaki was working at his desk as usual, leaving you to sit on his bed with your paper notes and laptop flipped open. the screen had gone dim after you spent way too long blanking on a question. you pouted, huffing quietly and casting a puppy eyed look towards your boyfriend. of course, he wasn't looking at you, too busy pouring over his work, the geek. which was a shame, since you'd gotten all dolled up before coming over in a last attempt to take his mind off school work and in turn get you out of studying. it wasn't all bad, but you'd rather do anything besides stare at printed words that blurred together way too quickly.
you had the cutest blouse on, it had a low neckline that showed off your chest, accentuating your breasts in a way you knew tamaki liked. around your neck hung an expensive pretty necklace tamaki had given you for your one year anniversary, the golden locket shiny and attention grabbing below your collarbones. a soft pink cropped sweater was draped over your shoulders, the buttons left undone to show off your outfit. you even put on the miniskirt he complimented you on that one time! it was just short enough that if you bent over he could see your ass, and it had a plaid patterning that matched one of his brown argyle sweaters he wore on top of a classic white button up. what was even better was that he was wearing it right now, unintentionally matching with you!
you even brought out the thigh highs, and yet tamaki had barely given you a once over when he opened the door for you, already wearing his reading glasses. he just smiled all small and cute before he welcomed you inside like he normally did.
you sighed loudly, looking at tamaki out of the corner of your eye. tamaki's head just barely twitched in your direction, his middle finger swiping along the mousepad of his computer.
you sighed again and collapsed back onto his many pillows, more obviously staring at his pretty side profile.
tamaki looked at you this time, thin eyebrows furrowed, "what?" He whispered. which was funny, because it wasn't like you were in the library and had to be quiet.
"i'm bored." you complained, glossy lips pouting some more.
". . . what're you working on?" he asked instead of acknowledging your complaint, pushing away from his desk in his rolling chair, spinning to face you slowly. his legs were spread and he leaned to the left to rest his elbow on the armrest, propping his chin in his hand. His narrow eyes were almost bored looking, but the little shine in them gave away his amusement he felt towards your whining.
you glanced nervously at your half assed writing. "umm."
"well . . . do you need help?" he offered plainly when you didn't give him an answer.
you squirmed, "no . . ." the single word was mumbled out unsurely, and tamaki breathed out of his nose in an almost chuckle.
"i'm sorry you're bored, but you need to get your work done, okay?" is all he said before he turned back to his desk. "you're doing great." he praised, facing his computer again.
'doing great', yeah, sure.
instead of doing as he asked, you simply gazed at the slope of his wide shoulders, his sharp elegant features softened by his knit sweater which was attractively rolled up his forearms. his dark hair was a messy nest of cow licks and untamed locks. The smaller hairs at the base of his skull curled adorably, and your fingers itched to play with the soft strands. His thin black reading glasses sat low on his nose and he pushed them up casually, eyelashes fluttering behind the prescription.
you shuffled off his blue bedding, your papers crumpling and your computer flickering off. you shed your sweater in an attempt to show more skin and got behind your boyfriend, slipping a hand to the nape of his neck. your painted fingernails creeped up his shoulder blades and itched at his scalp. tamaki shifted in his seat, making a small pleased sound.
"actually, i think we should take a break." you decided.
tamaki shook his head, "i--i have a bit more to do. i'm sure you do, too."
you ignored him and pulled his chair back far enough that you're then able to pad forward and sit on his knee. tamaki grunted, "woah, hey," quickly he helped you shift to sit comfortably on his lap, his arm looping around your waist. your skirt in this position didn't do a good job covering you up but it wasn't like you minded.
you smiled at him sweetly, knowing you were getting your way.
tamaki just rolled his eyes in return, squeezing your middle and scooting back to his desk.
tamaki held you close with one hand and used his other to type on his computer and flip through his textbook. "you're so needy." he sighed, not glancing up at you when you wrapped your arms around his neck, restricting and distracting him even more. you giggled, not denying the fact you really were needy.
you analyzed his handwriting, the letters scrawled shakily but neatly in the blue lines of the paper. you noticed he didn't dot his 'i''s sometimes. you were curious to see he was working on entomology stuff.
you pointed at a word, "what's this mean?" oh, yeah, you were going to bug him until he paid attention to you.
"hm?" he hummed, glancing at your finger. "'s just vocab." he dismissed you in a low mumble.
you pouted and pointed at another word, "what about this one?" this went on for five minutes, you repeatedly asking dumb questions to hopefully gain attention that lasted longer than a moment.
tamaki groaned and you shut up at the irritated sound. he paused for a good couple seconds and then started grabbing his papers, piling them together and then placing them in his textbook, using them as a makeshift bookmark. he shut his composition notebook and set everything aside, clearing his desk efficiently.
hope filled your stomach, you almost let out an excited squeal at your quick victory, but it died in your throat when he rolled the chair to his bed and leaned over dramatically to gather all your work. you ended up leaning with him at the shift in gravity, grabbing the chair to steady yourself.
"what're you doing . . ?"
"if you wanna ask questions, why don't you work on these ones first, huh?" tamaki fanned out your papers on his desk, giving you a pointed look.
tamaki leaned over again to scrabble for your laptop. he didn't make you get out of his lap when he strained to gather your things, it was endearing. he actually held your waist tighter, being sure to support you.
you groaned, squirming like a brat and shaking your head, "noo . . . tamaki . . . i was just kidding," you buried your face in his shoulder and screwed your eyes shut.
tamaki turned your laptop back on and pulled up the questions you'd been procrastinating to complete.
"c'mon, at least look at it." tamaki murmured in your ear, his voice noticeably lower and raspy. he placed a hand on your thigh, long, warm fingers beginning to fiddle with the patterned fabric of your miniskirt. your face grew warm at the action, and you hesitantly pulled away and did as asked despite your protesting.
you stared at the questions and your lack of answers. why couldn't there be more multiple choice stuff? at least then you could try and guess and get it done.
you shook your head, frowning.
"what is it?" he asked, and his hand squeezed your thigh again.
"i . . . i don't know what to do . . ." you admitted.
"is my girl too dumb to understand?" tamaki slid a hand up to cup the back of your neck, gently angling you to look at the daunting practice questions. your eyes widened at the shift in tone, and a burning warmth washed throughout your body and settled between your legs. your eyes went heavy at the 'my girl' paired with the degrading words, and you whimpered pathetically when tamaki pinched your nape.
"the only thing you know how to do is look pretty. guess you're too stupid to do anything else." he sighed factually, and you nodded in agreement, it was true, he was right, he was always right.
you're still forced to look at the laid out notes, your laptop screen glaring at you, but it was pointless because you could barely even process it all, heavily distracted by the way the hand that wasn't on your neck crept under your skirt to cup you through your panties. your clit pulsed against his hand steadily, your heartbeat keeping up in perfect rhythm.
"you're so gorgeous. i know you got all prettied up for me, i bet you wanted my cock as soon as you got in here." his fingers lazily rubbed at your clothed lips, your clit aching and pussy clenching around nothing, shame filling your tummy because you really had wished he'd stuffed you full forever ago.
"isn't that right?" he grumbled, pressing his middle finger against the damp spot over your hole.
"y--yes." you cried softly, face scrunching up and your lip jutting out guiltily. at the same time you felt so incredibly pleased that he had noticed how you had dressed up for him, and that he liked it.
"you're such a slut. i bet you're wearing your nice panties too," tamaki scoffed softly, "lemme see . . ." and he flipped up your skirt, humming indifferently when he found out he was right.
embarrassed, you pressed the back of your hand to your mouth, bashfully keeping your eyes down on your exposed lap.
"look at that." tamaki taunted.
tamaki went back to stroking you through your cute panties, the white lacey ones with intricate flowers and berries sewn into the delicate satin. tamaki shifted in his chair, "spread your legs for me?" he requested, giving you a hint that he'd stop if you wanted him to. as if you'd choose work over tamaki's fingers rubbing at your cunt.
you lifted your leg and placed your foot on the seat of the chair, dropping your hand on your knee to keep it up securely. you looked at him from under your lashes and tamaki nodded.
"you may be dumb but you're still a good whore, aren't you?"
he tugged your panties to the side before you could answer, not bothering to give you any warning, instead running his fingers through the slick heat that had built between your legs. the gentle touch had you closing your eyes, a breathy sound escaping your throat. his warm fingers carefully swirled around your gooey entrance before slipping up to circle your puffy clit with the slick he'd gathered. tamaki's other hand was still firmly gripping the back of your neck, keeping you in place and giving you a physical reminder that you were just his plaything and he could hold you however he wanted.
"oh, you're so wet already. i was just trying to be a good boyfriend and help you be a better student." there was disappointment in his voice and your pussy fluttered at the way his pointer finger tapped against your clit thoughtfully.
"i know . . 'm sorry." you slurred stupidly, your hips twitching and softened voice pitching higher.
"i know you are." he abandoned your sensitive bud, instead easing a long finger into your warm pussy. he curled the digit, pulsing it inside you against that bundle of nerves that made your thighs shake. you opened so easily for him, cunt making little slick sounds with every press of his fingers, so loud in the quiet of the room.
you let out a small moan, curling your toes in your thigh highs, gripping at tamaki's sweater desperately when his palm grazed your clit. tamaki added a second finger with no problem, "i have an idea." he announced over the sound of another one of your moans and your eyes slit open curiously.
"mm . . . what?"
"i'll tell you in a bit."
you didn't complain, simply aching as you melted atop of him.
tamaki took the time to finger you until you were squelching against his knuckles and wetting your panties, your thighs sticky with the hotness of your arousal. tamaki spat on his three fingers before returning to your heat, rubbing back and forth along your clit and watching the way your face contorted in pleasure at the warm makeshift lube. tamaki eased the digits inside you and spread them, stretching you open wide before he resumed guiding them deeper. each pulse of his fingers had his forearm flexing, the veins there more prominent than they usually were.
you had dissolved into a panting whimpering mess, unaware of the drool on your chin, lazily swaying your hips to the thrust of his fingers. his were so much bigger than yours, in both circumference and length, filling you so nicely you couldn't help but revel in the pleasure knotting up in your tummy. you pushed his sleeve up his arm, greedily digging your nails into his skin.
tamaki, too smart for his own good, noticed the signs of your orgasm building and he pulled his fingers away from your creamy pussy. a thin string of slick connected him to you, and he groaned softly at the sight.
you whined, "'makii . . ." and dropped your head on his shoulder, cunt clenching and gaping around his absence.
"quit it, i spoiled you enough." tamaki's thumb rubbed at your shoulder affectionately.
"yeah, spoiled my orgasm." you hissed, wiping the drool off your lips.
he ignored you, releasing the back of your neck.
"we're gonna work some more," tamaki tugged his sweater up his abdomen and undid his belt, sliding the brown leather out of the mechanism, and next unbuttoned his pants. he didn't seem to care your slick was still coating his fingers.
"huh?" you eyed the sizable bulge in his jeans you've failed to take the time to notice.
tamaki flustered for a small moment, his cheeks pinkening. he moved to take off his glasses but you stopped him, "wait, you always take them off when we have sex," you told him.
he stared at you, his pointier-than-normal-ears going red. "i--i do?" his voice shook for the first time since you'd gotten in his lap. it was cute. it reminded you of when he had been a virgin when you first met.
you nodded, "yeah . . can they stay on . . ? they look really cute on you." you leaned in and dropped a soft kiss to his blushing cheek. you heard his breath catch in his throat. his hand trembled against the side of his face and he pushed his glasses up his nose instead of taking them off.
tamaki cleared his throat. "sure. thank you." once he composed himself he cupped your cheek with his clean hand and drew you in for a real kiss. his dark eyes slipping shut and yours following. his lips were soft, familiar with your own and you smiled against them.
the hand that wasn't on your jaw was apparently pulling out his cock, because when you separated and he told you to get up, his dick was resting against your thigh.
"strip. leave the skirt 'n socks."
obediently, eagerly, you listened and began to strip. while you did that he pushed his pants and underwear down, not bothering to kick them all the way off. you watched him angle his heavy length up so he could spit on his dick before he held a hand out in your direction to beckon you back, and this time when you sat back down, his cock made its way into your needy pussy.
you moaned when the fat head popped inside you, the first thick inches of his dick sliding in next and the rest was quick to follow. tamaki groaned from behind you, his hands settling on your waist, strong fingers easing you down. you clamped down on his aching cock, wiggling your hips and arching your back, stabilizing yourself by holding onto the armrests of the chair. you had tossed your panties aside when you were up but kept the skirt, the bottom of it brushing tamaki's spread thighs.
tamaki flipped it up over your ass to watch you sink down on his cock, letting out a soft 'fuck' under his breath.
you bounced on him for a couple blissful seconds, dropping your head forward and moaning, happy to get your pussy filled. but then a sudden violent realization came over you and your eyes flew open, your body heating up by a couple hundred degrees, and your movements abruptly stopped.
you looked over your shoulder, gaping, "tamaki!"
"what?" he asked worriedly, palming your ass, his breathing irregular.
"we forgot a condom!" you squeaked.
he blinked at you and relaxed slightly, "do you want one?"
you were shocked at his question, tamaki was always on you about having a condom, he was a worry wart. even if you always had protection he sometimes worried you'd somehow get pregnant.
your pussy fluttered around his cock, your brain fuzzy with pleasure at the fact you could feel every detail of it, every vein and curve that made his dick so addicting. he was so warm and big, it felt so good like this. you grinded subtly into his lap, biting the inside of your cheek as you thought about the question. you were on birth control.
shyly, you shook your head. "no . . ."
"that's what i thought. dumb sluts don't get condoms, do they?"
you shook your head again, your tummy flipping.
tamaki slapped your ass, not too hard, but enough that it surprised you and stung a little. "tell me."
"dumb sluts don't get condoms." you whimpered.
"good-- fuck, good girl." he whispered and guided you to sit on him fully, his cock filling you up so well. your gummy walls contracted around him, massaging his thick shaft uncontrollably and pulling a weak moan from your boyfriend. you couldn't help it, his voice did things to you and the sweet words he so rarely laid on you just made you squirm.
"there's my pretty girl . . ." tamaki continued, gripping your waist and planting his feet on the floor. he popped his hips up a couple times, groaning at the way his fat cock bullied its way inside you with the sharp thrusts. you arched, gripping the desk in front of you, your mouth gaping lewdly while manicured fingers pushed away your notes, your laptop going dark.
however, the sound of the papers shuffling made tamaki pause, "hey, what're you pushing those aside for?" he swallowed, "i said we were gonna work." he leaned forward, nuzzling your shoulder.
"didn't i?" he asked in a tone that definitely told you he was already aware of the answer.
"yeah," you replied guiltily, gulping, "i was just . . . you feel so good, baby." you tried to lay it sweet on him.
a breathy sound left tamaki, "thank you, angel. you feel good too." you fluttered around him at the petname and his hips shifted in turn.
"but," your pussy pulsed again as you continued, you were oh so desperate for tamaki to resume his pounding, he'd just gotten started! "i didn't know you meant right now . . . 'cause you were fuckin' me." you explained.
"well, i'm not anymore."
you slumped into him while whining, the action grinding him deeper into you and tamaki grunted softly. "tamakiii, you can't possibly be serious about just-- making me sit here and work while your dick is inside me, you're sucha fuckin' nerd-- mm!" tamaki swiftly reached around you and squished your cheeks, forcing you to stop talking. you almost laughed at the bold move but his voice in your ear had the sound dying in your throat.
"watch your mouth." he warned you.
his thighs flexed beneath you as he used his other hand to take yours, guiding your fingers to a pencil. "this 'nerd' is gonna help you pass your classes you're too horny to f--focus on." he patted your cheek and released you once he felt the warmth of a flush radiating from your face. the jerk probably hoped you were humiliated. which you were and it ended up being the final push that made you give in.
you adjusted your hold on the pencil, it was a mechanical one because tamaki only bought those kind for whatever reason. you couldn't stop the way your lips pouted though, shifting on tamaki's dick and suppressing a whimper when you heard the sound of your pussy creaming on his cock from under the cover of your skirt.
"quit squirming and focus." tamaki scolded, pressing up against your back to tap his finger at your computer, bringing your work back onto screen. you saw his fist tremble, just slightly.
"okay, okay . . ." he was right, you did need to work. also, you couldn't help but listen during the rare instances he got demanding.
so, you did as asked and worked for a solid thirty-five minutes. no breaks, to your dismay. but oddly enough, even after tamaki had relaxed and gone softer inside you, you found comfort in his presence. it was nice to just be so deeply connected with him while you worked your brain, as embarrassing as it was, it kinda grounded you. maybe studying wasn't as bad as you thought?
you definitely liked the way tamaki gently massaged your lower back as you filled question boxes and multiple choice bubbles, his thumbs firmly rubbing at the stressed muscles while his fingers framed your hips. you liked all the attention he was showering you with, he had nothing to do besides look over your shoulder and gently reword questions you needed help with and try and ignore how your slick was dripping down his balls.
your head was hazey with comfort, growing accustomed to the rinse and repeat of answering questions and relishing the praise tamaki lavished you with, his hands rubbing up and down your waist after each successful answer. you of course fiddled with his pencil and leaned into the loving touches and murmurs, grinning, so bashfully proud of yourself.
"you're doing so good, look how much you completed," tamaki said, low in your ear, "you just needed some cock to get your pretty head working."
just like that your clit was pulsing once more and you were ready to get fucked over that desk already. you still haven't gotten to cum yet and if that didn't change soon there would be some words between you and tamaki.
"mhmm," you keened, reaching your arms back to wrap them around his neck, arching your body against his chest needily.
tamaki didn't tell you to go back to work, and he didn't push your hands away, he didn't do anything besides whimper and grind his hips up into your wet cunt, his glasses pressing into your skin. you moaned as his cock began to get hard again and fill back out, swelling inside you and throbbing weakly. it was when a sweet little greedy sound escaped him you realized he hasn't cum either, he's been torturing himself just as much as he has been you.
you were just so used to him making you cum you didn't notice how often it really was, but you sure did now that that pleasure was taken away.
now that you thought about it, you just haven't had the time for a good fuck with your school schedules lately, maybe the lack of dicking really was getting to you. gingerly you circled your hips, rolling your body against his and shivering when he panted in your ear, his hands solid on your waist and guiding you in your grinding.
"babe, you're gonna fuck me now, right?" you asked, digging your fingers in his long, wild dark hair.
tamaki sucked in a breath through grit teeth, "'course i am. you did so good, angel . . ." tamaki exhaled. "'m not gonna let the opportunity of a reward pass by."
"yayy . . ." you stupidly cheered, giggling when tamaki's hands wandered up to your breasts, squeezing them as he kissed your skin, his soft lips tickling your neck.
a gasp escaped your throat when tamaki carelessly pushed all your work aside, the white papers wrinkling and your pencil scattering off the desk. tamaki's thighs framed your own and you were sent forward by a powerful pump of your boyfriend's hips. you let out a girlish squeal as he rammed into you.
"over the desk," tamaki briefly directed you, and your hands balanced your rocking body on the wooden tabletop. you laid your body on the cool surface, curling your fingers into fists and raising your hips for easy access, your butterfly filled tummy resting in the place tamaki had been responsibly studying at less than an hour ago. tamaki got to his feet behind you and pressed his hand at the arch of your back, deepening the curve.
tamaki grinded into your soaked cunt while you got comfortable, his hands pushing your skirt back up your waist, warm hands rubbing over the exposed skin, spreading your cheeks to, you assume, watch his dick get clutched by your needy pussy.
"so pretty." tamaki muttered to himself, and pulled his hips back, emptying you for the first time in what felt like forever. you immediately whimpered, shifting your feet and looking over your shoulder at your boyfriend.
tamaki met your eyes and then leant over your arched back, angling his head to give you a kiss that you were quick to melt into. as soon as his tongue slipped inside your mouth his cock worked you open again, swiftly stuffing you full of him. his thrusts were deep and slow, punishing as he dragged your hips to meet his, dutifully pulling you onto his cock as he licked into your moaning mouth. everytime his balls slapped against your stiff clit you moaned louder and tried to spread your legs wider, limply laying there as you got your pussy split open.
your excess slick stringed you to his heavy balls and there was a thick ring of it circling his shaft after being seated inside your gushing walls for so long. "god, you're soaked. you're openin' so easy for me," he whispered hotly against your lips, his long overgrown bangs tickling your cheek. his eyes were half lidded and so handsomely dark, his glasses slipping down his nose. you were only capable of softly sobbing his name as he thrusted into you at his lazy pace.
"please, faster, please, 'maki . . ." you rocked back against him, crossing your arms and resting your head, burying your hot face in the crook of your elbow.
"faster? this not enough? 't least you're smart enough to know what you want." tamaki said into your ear and gave your hips a small squeeze, which was the last soft touch you got from him.
tamaki took a second to slide his glasses up the bridge of his nose and then push his hair out of his face.
tamaki drilled into you, his pace quickening and his dick hitting you deeper than before as he shifted his weight and got that angle that made you curl your toes and throw your ass back against the sharpness of his hips. you couldn't stop the whimpering cries of his name, body overheated and your thighs shaking as you finally got the fucking you were waiting for.
tamaki's bare cock filling your pussy was the best thing you've ever felt, you couldn't stop fluttering around him in utter arousal, you could feel every detail of his thick length, and you were so excited at the fact you were going to be taking his cum. you wanted it so bad, you'd never had it before in such a dirty place and now that you had the chance to get it warm in your belly . . .
"cum 'nside me, 'nside, please! ple--" you begged stupidly.
"that's new." tamaki interrupted softly, his pace never faltering, body rolling against yours, skin clapping together. his cock twitched when he pulled out, the thick head jolting briefly when it rested against your vulva.
"'re more of a-- aahh . ." tamaki yanked your body back to meet his dick, working you like a cocksleeve, moaning when you reached behind to grab at him desperately. "more of a stupid slut than i thought you were," tamaki took your hand and placed it on the desk.
"hands down. keep yourself up for me. don't want you to lose your balance."
tamaki slammed into you, his body carrying more weight than before, sandwiching you between him and his desk. your hot cheek pressed against the cool wood, your breath a mix of heavy panting moans and pleas as he guided his dick in and out, over and over, slick dripping on down your thigh highs.
"unless you wanna end up like this. you want me to breed you like this, like a whore, huh?" he asked in that same soft, breathless tone. his fingers dug into your plush waist, grabbing until he got between your legs. he rubbed and circled his fingers on your tender bud and you shook, pleasure sharp and burning throughout your body, it was so much, it was so much! you were still processing what he had said and you shivered violently again, the word 'breed' coming from your sweet boyfriend had your stomach erupting with flutters.
you're quickly obsessed with the idea.
"yes! yes! please, fuck, yes," you encouraged him, drooling and clawing at the dark wood as you lost yourself on him.
"such a slutty little girl. want me to breed you like a fuckin' bitch."
the ledge of the desk banged into the wall, the pinned butterflies in shadow boxes rattling in rythym with your fucking. how long had they been doing that? you didn't linger on the question as it was sent to the corners of your mind when tamaki groaned, your brain fogging back over. you weren't thinking anymore, dumb on cock, going limp with a curve in your spine that tamaki had forced you into earlier, content with your boyfriend using you.
you could barely babble anymore, lips moving but your sounds growing scarce as you continued to beg. tamaki was louder in your ear, his face considerably closer to yours now, his breathing labored and hot on your goosebumps.
"breed me, cum inside my pussy--" your voice was a harsh whimper, and tamaki groaned as he hit that spongy spot inside you and your body responded by clamping down on him tightly.
"don't worry. 'm gonna cum inside."
"fuck! shit, tuh--tamaki! 'm gonna, i'm--!" your eyes shut and your forehead wrinkled, mouth gaping around your mounting cries.
"yeah, i know, i know," tamaki humped your cunt, "squeeze me like that, squeeze me, c'mon . . ." tamaki's face was quickly buried in your shoulder as you came, your slick thick and frothing around his base, his swollen balls pressed to your tight pussy as his fingers rubbed over your clit, still guiding you through your orgasm despite being so close himself.
the angles of his reading glasses poked into you as tamaki muffled his shaky whine, the metal frames on his red face were warm.
tamaki's dick twitched hard and he came, pelvis drawing little circles against your ass as he spilled his cum deep inside you for the first time. it felt hot, molten in your belly, he really was breeding you and you felt dizzy with glee. it was so overwhelming, there was just so much! you moaned brokenly, pushing your hips back and trying to take him deeper, wanting to take more of him, everything he had to offer. your sopping cunt milked him of all he had, and tamaki wound a firm arm around you to keep you on his cock.
". . . god, you're . . ." tamaki trailed off panting, "you're greedy."
your heart beat was racing in your clit and you nodded in a lazy manner, "uh-huh," you slurred softly, head resting on the desk. tamaki's thighs trembled against the back of yours, his stupid, nerdy argyle sweater sticking to your back.
tamaki slowly eased himself up, his hands gentle and hot on your skin, his palms smoothing over your waist, stopping at where your skirt was plastered to your lower back. his cock left you next, and once the softening girth slipped out of your cunt you both shared a gasp as his cum began to leak out of your used hole.
"nerds give the best dick." you laughed weakly, curling your arms in front of you and using them as a pillow.
tamaki choked out a bashful laugh, like he couldn't believe you. you both took some time to breathe, relaxing against each other, basking in the afterglow.
he stroked your back, "i'll walk you to the bathroom, you should pee." he reminded you dutifully, ignoring your earlier comment. his hands were a little shaky from adrenaline but he gently guided you to a standing position despite this. you trembled pitifully, your thighs shaking and your feet digging into the carpet for balance.
you pouted, "can't we rest just for a sec? we just finished," you whined, fiddling with your skirt and helping it fall back into place.
you finally turned to face him and a laugh bursted from your mouth, "oh, babe! your glasses!" the laugh forced out a glob of cum and it just made you giggle more.
tamaki pulled them off his rosy face out of embarrassment, his nerdy image was completely ruffled from fucking, to his hair to his sweater, and his once nicely ironed pants. said pants were quickly getting tugged up his hips, and he loosely held the left leg of his glasses with a hooked pinky, his lenses still fogged up to your amusement. he wiped off the condensation with his sleeve before you could gawk at it any longer.
"could you see at all for that whole time . . ?" you asked, resisting the urge to sit on his bed with your pussy dripping.
"well, i could for the majority of it," he informed you shyly, his bangs still pushed off his forehead from earlier, giving you a stunning view of his exposed face. "it's just-- you told me to wear them . . ."
"oh, you dummy!" you took his hand, "you're the cutest. y'know i wouldn't have minded if i knew you couldn't see, hun." you leaned in and kissed his warm cheek softly. tamaki wound his arms around your neck, holding you close with a little acknowledging hum.
"i'm still walking you to the bathroom. we can cuddle afterwards." he mumbled into your embrace.
"okay, okay!" you chuckled, your smile wide across your lips as you surrendered.
"mhm. smart girl." you light heartedly pushed him at the subtle jab, a huff of air escaping his lungs at the impact. but it didn't take long for you to cling to him once more, too needy to really play with him right then. plus his amused little giggle was way too cute to allow yourself to be separated from him for long.
he took the first steps in the direction to the restroom. "i love you." you told him earnestly, enjoying his hand on your bare lower back and the way he was caressing the soft skin with his thumb.
tamaki's shoulders jumped a little, and you watched a sweet smile round out his cheeks, dimples lovingly carved into the centers. "i love you, too."
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𝐥𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐬.
arataki itto x gn!reader | 877 words | minors dni
content warnings: ooc itto, oral (reader receiving), size kink, overstimulation, use of the term ‘cunny’, vaginal penetration, creampie, slight degradation, itto is a big meanie
author’s note: yet another repost! this is definitely super ooc for itto since this was written on the day he was announced before we knew anything about his character. it’s still hot imo so please enjoy and look forward to a more accurate depiction of itto soon!!
His large hands are firm against the backs of your thighs, holding you spread open for him as he plunges his tongue in and out of your spasming hole. He’s cruel with his actions, ignoring the way you struggle and writhe from overstimulation. You’ve already cum 3 times, but that’s far from enough for him. Everything he does, he does with exuberance. He has to give it his all everytime, he doesn’t do anything casually.
“Itto! Please! I can’t take it,” you whine, pushing at the top of his head.
You’re so small compared to him, so weak. It’s cute that you think your puny human strength has anything against a man with oni blood coursing through his veins. Your hands wrap around his horns as he looks up at you, scarlett eyes scanning your fucked out face.
He hasn’t even given you what you want most: his cock. He’s painfully hard in his pants, hips rutting into the bed just to seek out some friction. You’re so beautiful, so perfect. He can’t help but to get off on your pitiful cries and the desperate rolls of your hips against his shockingly long tongue.
Itto speaks from between your thighs, a gruff grumble of “Cum for me again and i’ll fuck your pretty cunt. You can do it.”
You whimper, your eyes rolling back as he flicks his tongue over your sensitive bundle of nerves. Your hands curl tighter around his horns, making him growl into your pussy. The vibrations make you see stars, your thighs straining against his grasp as your release hits you like a ton of bricks.
“Ah shit! Itto~!” you squeal, legs quivering and heart racing as he tongue-fucks you through your high.
He smiles against you, hungrily lapping up your juices as you keen above him. He's uncharacteristically gentle when he lets your legs go, settling them softly against the futon below. Wiping his mouth on the back of his hand, he moves up to loom over you.
“Think you can handle me?” he asks teasingly, tugging his pants down to free his impressive length. It smacks up against his belly, precum already making a mess of his toned abs.
Nodding, you wrap your hand around him. Your fingers don’t even come close to touching, he’s just that big. Itto thrusts into your touch, shivering at the way your soft palm glides so smoothly over him. “I want you to fuck me, make me your cocksleeve,” you purr, a shy smile painted across your face.
“You don’t even have to ask.” He moves away from your touch, fitting himself between your open thighs.
Itto grunts as he pushes inside of you, your walls struggling to accommodate him. He places a hand on your belly for leverage, slamming into you with no regard for your comfort. He laughs at the way you jolt and immediately claw at his skin.
His pace is brutal, barely allowing you to breathe as he rams his hips into you. The stretch burns, leaving you seeing stars as he ruins your sweet cunny for any other man. He wastes no time before the fat head of his cock is seeking out your g-spot and drilling into it.
Itto isn’t surprised when you cum in mere minutes, he’s more surprised that you lasted so long. It’s a new record for him, sluts like you always cum in seconds once he’s bullied his thick cock into them. He looks down, biting his lip at the creamy ring of white building up around his base. He's already tasted your pussy, but he can’t stop himself from salivating like a wild animal at the thought.
Your voice cracks as you beg him for more, your little hands clinging tightly to his wrists as you try to keep yourself centered. He’s more than happy to oblige, angling his hips to somehow fill you more completely than before. He kisses at the entrance to your cervix, making your vision go spotty from the erotic pain.
Your words become a slurred mess; a mix of pleas for him to let you cum again and nasty curses that he'd never expect to hear from someone like you. Your praise of how good it feels does nothing but boost his already large ego. He could get off on your words alone, but your slick walls are doing more than enough to make him hit his own release.
He cums with a growl, fucking his hot spunk deeper into you as you unravel around him yet again. Itto sees a glimmer of relief in your eyes as he slows to a stop, but it quickly fades as he man handles your legs over his shoulders this time.
“W-what? More?” you squeak, already moaning as he starts back up.
He grins. “of course. What, did you think I'd only cum once after making you feel so good? I need my pleasure too, pet.” With stamina like his, you’re in for a long night.
Pretty little things like you should know better than to ask so whorishly to be fucked. You shouldve been smarter than to assume he’ll treat you delicately or with any consideration for the limits of the human body. He's a man who does nothing lightly or without full vigor; screwing the sweethearts of inazuma is no different.
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AOT Making You Squirt
A/N: holy fuck I was struggling to write this for a few weeks, I was just so embarrassed. Definitely a kink of mine. My face even turned red AND IM TOO BLACK TO TURN RED MAN. Anyways, enjoy this incredibly self indulgent piece. I’m probably going to make a women’s version bc- YMIR WOULD- okay okay cjdkddjd.
CW/TW: AFAB Reader, squirting, overstimulation, edging, fingering, degradation, dirty talking, impact play, mutual masturbation, all consensual.
Characters: Eren, Armin, Jean, Levi, Erwin.
Eren Jaeger
The first item it happens, he is very confused.
He’s just viciously pumping his fingers in and out of your pussy while you’re sitting in his lap.
He didn’t notice anything different except for how you went from loud moans to desperate gasps.
And how you were practically soaking his hand
He commented on how you were trembling so much around him, he only figured he was just hitting all the right spots.
And he was
He knew you were obviously close, so he decided to end things by focusing on rubbing the pads of his fingers against your g-spot.
He expected the scream you let out
But not the hot liquid that shot from your cute cunt and sprayed all over his shirt and pants.
“What the fuck just happened?”
“Nn- s-squirted… Eren…”
Oh god, he made you do that? He couldn’t stop staring at you, his cock was so hard, you could see it pulsing through the fabric.
He’s making you do that again, that was amazing.
Armin Arlert
This fucker knows what he’s doing
You’ve has sex before, but as soon as he discovers what squirting is, he’s on a MISSION
Purposely seeks you out.
Bends you over whatever surface is available, pulls your pants and panties right off of your hips so it gathers at your ankles
Only pauses to look at you
“I wanted to try something, can we experiment? 🥺”
Yeah, of course, you’re already wet, there’s no going back.
This cute blonde gives you oral until you’ve cum at least three times.
Then he shoves his cock into your pussy and fucks you until you basically can’t cum anymore.
Then he pulls out the big guns and fingers you from behind even though you’re so positive you can’t possibly have another orgasm
But you do, because he hits you in all the right spots
And that final orgasm has you spraying all of your juices on his hand, the floor, anywhere it can fall.
“There we go, I got exactly what I wanted.”
Such a little asshole, but you’re too tired to tell it to his face.
Jean Kirschtein
Just like Eren, he is also confused when he sees you do it for the first time.
He has you on your back with your legs right above your head, his cock plowing into that sweet hole of yours mercilessly.
It’s not new, he’s done this times before.
But it’s the way he’s got a hand around your neck
And he’s calling you his good little princess slut.
It’s got you clamping around him, not gonna lie.
The head of his dick is constantly kissing your cervix, making your head spin
You’re begging for him to slow down, go easy, SOMETHING
You don’t know what’s happening, but you know you’re going to cum hard
“J-Jean please, I-I’m gonna c-cum!”
“Do it then, I’m going to keep fucking you sweetheart.”
He aids your orgasm by rubbing circles around your swollen clit
That simple gesture has you gushing like a fountain.
He stops to watch, making sure you were okay but he is so confused.
“Did you-“
“Yes, shut up!”
Aht aht, he’s going in and fucking you earnestly. He’s gotta fill you up with his nut now, no way you’re getting away after his cock was capable of that
Levi Ackerman
Levi made you squirt the first time you guys got intimate
It was during a mutual masturbation session
He was busy jerking off to your fingers sliding in and out of your tight cunt, saying some of the dirtiest things to you.
“Look at my good little girl, pretending those fingers are my cock?”
Yes of course, god it was right in front of you being pumped by everything but your pussy
He wasn’t touching you, but the way his eyes were burning your skin had you so wet
“I’m gonna cum, Levi~”
“Don’t.”
Levi was so quick to pull your hand away from your cooch.
He waited until you were calm before he let you continue.
Every time you got close, he kept stopping you and it was so frustrating. You were just ready to burst.
When he finally allowed you to finish, he actually shoved his cock into you just as you squirted around him
Unexpected, but he wasn’t letting you recover.
He puts your legs over his shoulders and shoves two fingers in your mouth to keep your whimpering self quiet
“Got me all fucking dirty, now you really won’t cum until I say so.”
Erwin Smith
He’s got you riding him while he’s doing his work at his desk.
You’ve already cum at least three times before you even sat down on his huge cock
Every time you bounce on him, he’ll give your ass a heavy smack, making sure you’re doing your job
He’s barely paying attention to you, so focused on getting everything in order so the next expedition goes smoothly.
Meanwhile, you’re there just using him for your own pleasure
That’s what you wanted at least, you came into his office to bother him
When he does give you attention, he’ll buck his hips up into yours at a quick pace and then stop and let you go
He’s so mean, urgh
You were already close, so when he started focusing on his thrusts, you couldn’t control yourself
Without any warning, you ended up squirting all over the commander
Of course that made him stop his work
“What a mess you’ve made, looks like I’ll need to punish you, won’t I?”
Get ready to be placed right over his desk and soak the floor with your juices.
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Our Wedding
Osamu x sister!reader x Atsumu
Warnings: incest, dubcon, alcohol, face sitting, collar and silk ties, bondage, f. oral receiving, squirting, overstimulation, praise kink, hint of degradation, breeding, fingering, Atsumu bias
A year after coming to an agreement, you can say you’re at one of the happiest points in your life.
An agreement that led you to doing no more than feeling satisfied at every moment. It was bliss to live in comfort, no problem in your life that couldn’t be resolved. Atsumu made enough money and has a decent flexible schedule to keep you company, while Osamu did what he loved and always made sure to bring you scrumptious foods or making some fresh. Together, they never left you unsatisfied for too long.
With a bit of champagne in your system, you were still mobile and conscious, your lips just a bit looser than they would have been. But this was perfect for Osamu. While his mouth was occupied, your mouth was free to let everyone know just how good you big brother was at giving you pleasure. Even if he didn’t continue his volleyball career, he still had enough strength to hold you up, indulging in his favorite past time with you.
His tongue would flatten itself against your clit, only to then flick the little bud and wrap his lips around it, sucking harshly to have your hips jerking. He’d keep his arms securely around your legs, so you couldn’t leave him and you’d struggle less. Hands rubbed against your sides, fingers ghosting over your stomach as lidded eyes glanced at you. With your head thrown back, he could only see your breasts, hidden by your silk nightgown, and your arms. Hands were tangled in his hair, grasping onto it so tightly he’d probably find loosened strands when he was done.
Osamu couldn’t see you, but he could hear you. It’s all he really needed, honestly. The way you had sudden gasps when he’d swipe his tongue over the sensitive area, slipping into your cunt when you’re least expecting it. A long sigh of pleasure as he sucked on your clit, then a yelp when he’d give it a quick nip. Mewls as he moaned into you, hands tightening as he sucked harder on your clit. It was all so intense, he didn’t even realize you were so close to finishing until he felt the dampness on his face, his eyes widening at the syrupy liquid. He continued to suck and lick, however, cleaning up any excess.
It was Atsumu who ruined the moment. Osamu would happily die if it meant you’d never leave his face. “Hey, your time’s up, ‘Samu!” Osamu only groaned in response, his hold loosening as you slid off. Licking his lips in satisfaction, Osamu nodded at his brother.
“Did you get our princess her present?”
“Of course I did! What, you think I’d forget about such a thing? Just ‘cause I’m materialistic doesn’t mean I’d forget,” Atsumu huffs, holding up a pink bag with a ribbon. He ends up opening it for you, laying out the items on the bed beside you. It’s the garter from your wedding day, kept in pristine condition, and a white collar with a silver bell, the chime so sweet and gentle as he lays it next to the strip of fabric. The untainted white colors clash with the truth of how tainted you truly are, letting your brothers have their way with you for so long and now them giving you wedding gifts after an agreement from a year ago.
A long strip of silk fabric is pulled out next, long enough that you’re able to definitely tell what it’s for. Atsumu gives you a look, one that immediately you obey. Settling in your back and putting your hands above your head, he smirks as you present yourself to him. After all, this is his big day just as it is yours and Osamu’s. “‘Samu, why don’t you get our baby girl some wine? I’m sure she’s absolutely parched after you drained her,”
“Wouldn’t water be better?” He huffs. “I’d have to get the wine from the cellar,”
“Oh come on, it’s her big day. She deserves some wine. Don’t you think so, darling?” Atsumu directs the last bit towards you, where you nod, sending Osamu off.
With him gone, Atsumu is more than happy to tie you up as vulnerable as you are. The bindings don’t rub against your skin harshly or even dig into the skin, keeping your skin unblemished. He secures the collar properly, tapping the bell with his finger as he smirks down at you, eyes lidded while they trail from the bell down your body. Your nightgown stayed on, but he didn’t need to take it off. It was loose enough to pull down the neckline and your cunt was dripping and bare for him underneath the material, so he didn’t worry about it. Taking the garter in his hands, he slowly begins to slide it onto your leg. He’ll take you as he did a year ago, with the garter on and your body almost completely hidden from him, yet he knows it better than Osamu does. He’s had practice to learn every spot that drives you wild, every single expanse of skin he can mark and you can’t hide, every noise you can make and how to make it happen. He knows it all and he doesn’t want Osamu to know his tricks.
Garter securely on, he can tell you’re anticipating something. But, he won’t do too much. A press of his fingers to your clit already has you squirming, overly sensitive from Osamu’s tongue. That won’t bother him, though; he’ll just stick with his fingers. Pressing two fingers to your clit, he slides them down until he’s right outside your entrance. Licking his lips at how desperate you look, he pushes them inside of you to hear a sweet mewl, your body jerking as the bell jingles. He’ll go slow and steady, rubbing your walls and making sure your thoughts are full of nothing but him.
While one hand is inside you, his other hand runs under your nightgown, pushing it up as he rubs his hand over your stomach. The heat in the room has your brain going fuzzy, but you can’t tell if it’s because of the room, the alcohol, or the sensitivity you’re suffering under. Only when Atsumu’s warm hand runs over your stomach do you look down at him, blinking away the tears. “You’ll be full of us, won’t you? You’ll give me and ‘Samu some babies, won’t you?” He moves his hand a bit faster, picking up the pace as the squelches get louder and you curl into the bedsheets even more. “You’d be such a good mommy, y’know?” He tells you, but you’ve stopped listening. With eyes clenched shut and your teeth gritting against each other, you’re creaming in his fingers as heavy pants leave your mouth. “Now, now, you know I like hearing you cry like a little lamb, princess. Let’s try that again, shall we?”
This time, he lines himself up properly with you. There’s no reason to be so gentle, him sliding in easily from all the fluid around your opening. “Fuck, seems like you’ve been doing nothing but screwing Osamu while I’ve been away, huh?” He grunts, putting one leg over his shoulder as he leans down to look at you. “Guess I’ll have to remind you who’s the better big brother,”
Atsumu holds nothing back, hips meeting yours as you find your eyes rolling and another orgasm quickly coming on. He’s relentless, forcing you to ride it with no breaks, even as your legs twitch and your breath hitches with each brush of his cock against your sweet spot. Sweet calls of his name fall from your lips, mingled with gibberish he couldn’t understand but he didn’t need to. All he needed was to hear you tell him he was the best. Grabbing your cheeks, forcing you to face him, he asked precisely that.
“You- nii-chan has the best cock! Much better than ‘Samu-nii!” You cry out, feeling another world rocking orgasm as he lifts your other leg, keeping you spread open nicely for him with your head is thrown back and your neck muscles tense.
“I’m gonna give you a baby, princess. We’ll be so happy, together,” Atsumu moans, hips stuttering until he’s shooting thick ropes of cum inside you, making your legs twitch and fluids spray against his abdomen, a gurgled moan from you. He continues to rut against you, making sure you take every drop he gives you.
By the time Osamu comes back, you’ll be blissfully asleep and satisfyingly full.
#BB.Requests#BB.Kinky#haikyuu smut#tw.incest#tw.degradation#tw.dubcon#tw.alcohol#BB.Dark#Miya.Spice#Mr. ‘Tsumu#Mr. ‘Samu#Onigiri Man#tw.breeding#tw.bondage#tw.overstimulation#cw.overstimulation#cw.squirting
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𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐭.
eren jaeger x fem!reader | 2.4k words | minors do not interact
content warnings: vampire eren, dubcon (use of aphrodisiacs; vampire saliva and human blood both have numbing and inebriating effects), blood play, fingering, oral (f receiving), overstimulation, breeding kink, creampie
author’s note: just a repost from my old blog to start the week off.
You stared at him wide eyed, mouth agape as he finished his sentence. He had to be fucking with you. Vampires were a myth, something from childhood ghost stories and horror movies. Surely your friend of nearly three years was lying to you, there was no way it could be the truth.
“Good one, Eren. At least make your story more believable next time.” You patted his arm gently, shaking your head as you leaned back into the couch cushions.
A frown spread across his pretty face, green eyes dejected as he sighed. “I’m not lying. I swear. I thought you’d be the person who’d trust and believe me.”
Mixed feelings of worry and annoyance crept over your senses. He sounded too genuine, too hurt to have been lying to you. “Are you serious, Ren?”
He just nodded, looking up to catch your gaze. “Do you want me to prove it or something?”
“Umm. How?”
He leaned close to you, a hand resting on your knee. “Do you trust me?”
The moment you nodded, his lips were on yours. He didn’t waste any time pushing his tongue into your mouth. You tried not to gasp as your hands came up to brace against his chest. The initial feeling of shock faded quickly, an almost numb haze replacing the anxiety that stored itself in your belly. You could feel the muscles in your body relax against him as he deepened the kiss, his tongue sliding deliciously against your own as he moved to hover over you.
He pulled away after what felt like hours, his emerald irises dark with desire. “How do you feel?”
You couldn’t think, your thoughts a muddled mess as you tried desperately to pull him back against you. “So good.. Want more please,” you pleaded, overcome with a carnal need for his touch.
“Vampire saliva has pleasure inducing properties to aid in feeding. It’s basically an aphrodisiac. Do you believe me now?”
“Mhmm. Are you… hungry?”
You reached up towards his mouth, trying to feel for his fangs. He pushed your hands away, ghosting his own fingers over the side of your neck. Eren nodded, licking his lips at the mere idea of getting to feast on someone he cared so dearly for.
“Go ahead. I want you to feel good too.”
He shuddered at your words, eyes watering as he dipped down to press his lips to your neck. Your scent filled his nose, leaving him stunned. He hadn’t even pierced your skin, yet he could practically taste you already. The prick of his teeth sinking into your throat made you squirm, your eyes scrunched closed as the feeling made your heart jump. It was quickly soothed by his tongue smoothing over the bite marks, his toxic saliva numbing the pain.
Eren sucked hungrily at your neck, his hands holding your waist like a vice. His eyes rolled back as his hunger was satiated, the sweet taste of your blood coating the inside of his mouth and his fangs. His hips rutted into you, his body acting on its own as he intoxicated himself. Your shuddery moans spurred him on. He wanted to devour you, to make you completely his.
He caught himself slipping and pulled back quickly. Blood stained his lips red, thin rivulets dripping down his chin. “You’re so sweet. I can’t help myself,” he warned, panting as he stared down at your disheveled figure.
You couldn’t tell if it was from the blood loss or the severity of the situation, but your head was spinning. “Take as much as you want, please.”
He groaned, burying his face against your shoulder. “Don’t tell me that, baby. I’ll suck you dry.”
There was no way to deny that his sentence hadn’t sent shivers down your spine. There was something so excitingly terrifying about the idea of that. Pleasure pooled between your thighs as you replayed his words in your head. “I wouldn’t stop you if you did.”
You could feel his heartbeat speed up at your confession. He sat up and ran a hand through his dark hair, the strands mussed from being pressed against you. You tilted your head to the side again, exposing the mark he’d left. Eren couldn’t help but lean back in, this time just lapping at the slow trickle from your wound.
His hands snaked down your body, popping the button of your jeans free and dragging down the zipper. You were in no position to stop him, your limbs heavy and mind foggy from everything he was doing to you.
“You’re so weak… Pliable. I could do anything I wanted to you,” he whispered, slowly undressing your lower half.
He pressed his thumb to your clit, watching as you jumped at the slight touch. His eyes widened as he realized that each time you jolted and your heart rate picked up, more blood spilled from the puncture marks. How lovely. Eren circled two fingers against your dripping slit, marveling at how your little hole clenched around nothing.
He moved lower, settling between your thighs. Eren inhaled deeply and kissed lightly at your clit. He hooked his arms under your thighs to hold them open before licking a broad stripe between your folds. Your tiny gasp made him growl animalistically as he sucked your clit into his mouth. You might’ve soothed his hunger, but his lust was becoming the only thing he could think about.
Your back arched as he let you go and slipped his fingers into you. The combination of his mouth on your sensitive nub and his fingers stretching you open was mind blowing. You rocked your hips as best as you could against his tight grip, desperate for more contact. He smiled against you and obliged, hooking his fingers to rub teasingly at your g-spot.
“Oh fuck! Eren, please!” You weren’t even sure what you were asking for, all you knew is that you needed more.
“So pretty for me.. My sweet baby. I wanna make you cum.”
You nodded quickly, spreading your legs wider around his head as he pushed his tongue into you alongside his fingers. His pace was dizzying and only added to the intense pleasure building in your abdomen.
Eren left no inch of your cunt untouched as he lapped hungrily at you. He was like a starved man all over again and your sweet pussy was the only thing that could satisfy him. He got rougher every time you moaned or cried out for him. He needed to make you come, to feel your velveteen walls squeeze around his digits.
“You’re so wet, dripping all over my hand. Is it really that good?”
“Yes!” you gasped, body shuddering as he drew you closer and closer to release. “I’m gonna fucking cum, oh my god.”
He groaned, already feeling you flutter around him. “Please cum for me. I want to taste it.”
You came at his words, crying out his name like a prayer as he licked circles around your clit. Your cunt clamped around his fingers, making it near impossible to keep fucking them into you through your orgasm. The come down was quick and easy, your body relaxing as he used his free hand to knead the flesh of your thigh.
He pulled his fingers out, licking them clean before gripping back at your waist. The comforting post orgasm bliss didn’t last long before he had his tongue buried back in your cunt, slurping and sucking hungrily at your release. You cried out, too sensitive from his previous treatment to endure more. He ignored your shaky pleas, pinning your legs open as he licked you clean.
Your hands tangled in his hair, holding his face against you as the pain of overstimulation quickly shifted to pleasure. You rocked against his tongue, mewling as his teeth brushed over your clit. He nipped at you, leaving you reeling as he provoked another orgasm from your aching pussy.
“Cumming! Ohhh, Eren~!” Your head fell back, hands tugging at his roots as his actions continued. You’d never felt such overwhelming pleasure before, but now you wanted nothing else.
Your grip relaxed as you slumped back into the couch, chest heaving from exertion. He sat up and licked his lips clean as he used his fingers to gather more of your spilled blood.
“Taste yourself.” He held the digits to your lips, smearing the liquid slightly.
At any other time you would’ve refused, but you quickly complied, suckling at his fingers. The metallic taste made you wrinkle your nose, but you couldn’t pull away from his touch. He slipped his fingers from your mouth, wiping your spit on your cheek before kissing you deeply. He pulled back and squeezed your cheeks to force your mouth open before letting a ball of his spit fall onto your tongue. You swallowed gratefully, never breaking eye contact.
“Gonna fuck your pretty pussy, darling.”
He leaned back, pulling his black turtleneck over his head. You ran your hands over his chest, taking in every ridge and bump with your fingertips. You never would’ve imagined you’d ever be in this position, fucking the man you considered your closest friend. Eren unbuckled his belt and shoved his jeans off, not bothering to take his time before he was completely nude.
His cock sat heavy between his muscular thighs, flushed red tip dripping pre-cum. It was pretty. That was the only word to describe it. Long, thick, and just pretty. It curved upwards, a throbbing vein running along the underside of it. His balls were just as impressive: low hanging and big. He was well groomed in a way that only made sense for him. Your mouth watered at the sight, already imagining the way it’d fill you so perfectly.
Eren spat in his hand and wrapped it around the base of his cock, stroking it a few times before situating himself between your thighs. He ran the tip between your folds, coating himself in your juices. With his size, he’d need as much lubrication as he could get. He pressed his blunt cockhead against your hole, moaning as he slid into you. God, your cunt practically strangled his cock with the way it wrapped so tightly around him.
He bottomed out quickly, his tip sitting right against your cervix. He gave a shallow thrust, wincing at how difficult it was to push into you. “You’re too tight.” He rubbed at your clit, encouraging you to relax around him. It must’ve worked because before you could blink, he was hammering roughly into you.
Your hands flew to his shoulders, clinging tightly as he pounded into your tight hole. Your mouth hung open in shock, eyes watering at the pleasure he was causing. “So good, baby! So big,” you crooned, hooking your legs around his waist.
Eren smiled at the compliment and leaned to press a kiss to your forehead. “You feel so perfect around me. Wanted this for so long.”
You gasped as he picked up his pace. “Y-yeah?”
He nodded, nails digging into your waist as he split you open on his length. “Wanted to make you mine. My baby, my perfect girl.”
“I’m yours now, Ren. Forever.”
That sparked something inside of him, his pupils dilating as he angled his hips to hit exactly where you needed him. Your gummy walls squeezed around him, fluttering and sucking him deeper into your pussy. His mouth was back on your neck, fangs almost tearing at your skin as he bit back into you.
A sharp cry tore from your throat, the burning pain making your vision blur as he drank from you. It was too much for you, your release ripping through you as he fucked wildly into your clenching hole. Your walls milked at his cock, wanting nothing more than to keep him deep inside you forever.
“Did you cum from me biting you? Shit, that’s hot,” he mumbled, making a mess of your neck as he nestled his face against you. “Gonna make you cum until you only remember my name,” he promised, kissing sweetly at your jaw.
Smiling weakly at him, you hugged tighter around his torso. Your orgasm didn’t even phase him, his thrusts still as brutal and steady as before. His tip kissed the mouth of your cervix, sending shocks through your body each time. Your skin felt like it was aflame, every nerve ending shooting rapid fire.
It was mere seconds before you were tumbling over the edge again, shaking and moaning as he continued unrelentingly. “Ren! Fuck!” Your eyes rolled back, grip slipping as your body went limp under him.
You barely had the energy to keep clinging to him, your only thought focused on chasing even more pleasure. Your hips bucked, muscles twitching from exhaustion. “Please cum in me. Fill me up,” you begged, eyes wide and glassy as you stared up at him.
“Beg for it, honey. Tell me how much you want it.” His tone was cruel, the sweetness he’d shown you replaced by his need to ruin you.
“Want your cum, Eren. Need it. Wanna be so full of you,” you squeaked, voice quivering as he slid a hand to pinch at your clit.
“Oh yeah? Want me to make you mine? Make you my fucktoy?”
“Yes! ‘M yours, Ren! Breed my pretty pussy!”
He groaned shakily, hips stuttering as you sent him spiraling. He came hard, flooding your cervix with his thick load. Eren stayed pressed into you, not willing to let a single drop spill from your clenching cunt. You came at the feeling, the searing pleasure making you see stars. Your body convulsed, nails scratching aimlessly over his tanned skin. Sobs wracked your body, your mind completely blank.
Eren quickly encircled your waist in his arms, holding you tightly against his chest. “Deep breaths, sweetheart. Don’t black out on me now.” His hands traced up and down your spine, lips kissing lightly over every inch of your face. “I’ve got you.”
You just nodded, clutching at his biceps as you tried to recenter yourself in his arms. “I love you, Ren.”
“I know, baby. I love you too. You’re okay. I pushed you too hard, I’m sorry.” He was genuinely nervous as he held you, not expecting you to react like you had.
“You didn’t. I’m okay, just sensitive,” you promised him, kissing at his collarbone. “Thank you.”
“Anytime, sweets.”
#attack on titan#attack on titan x reader#attack on titan smut#eren jaeger x reader#eren jaeger smut#attack on titan x reader smut#eren jaeger x reader smut#cw.dubcon#cw.blood play#cw.overstimulation#cw.breeding kink#cw.creampie#wren writes
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Sanzu would spend all of his time between your legs if he could. The precise movements of his fingers drawing out the prettiest sounds from you. Your divine taste spreading so sweetly over his tongue. Fluttering pussy inviting his cock in, stretching so good for him. The way your body crumbles, giving yourself to him completely when he coaxes another orgasm from you. He pushes you both far past the point of overstimulation, needing to hear you make those sounds just one more time
Good night 💗
#sanzu x reader#haruchiyo sanzu x reader#tokyo revengers x reader#sanzu smut#haruchiyo sanzu smut#tokyo revengers smut#🔪; sxnzu#cw.overstimulation
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4EVA (that means forever) - s. gojo
⟡ Pairing: Satoru Gojo x Fem! Reader
⟡ Content/warnings: //smut, //cockwarming, //unprotected smex, overstimulation, //cunnilingus, //cum eating, some dub con if you squint, lovesick! Gojo, Gojo’s also a little shit but what’s new? (Pls let me know if I forgot anything)
⟡ A/N: brain go brrrrr. i want him so bad. completely not proofread
⟡ Summary: I know two things and two things only: 1) Satoru Gojo is obsessed with you and 2) he is obsessed with overstimulating you
⟡ wc: 1.8k
Your boyfriend is annoying.
You hate him. You want him. Everything’s too much. It’s not enough.
You snap out of your stupor at the sound of Satoru’s voice. “I thought I told you to focus, sweetheart,” he tuts with a teasing tilt.
You want to scoff. How could you not focus when the very person asking you to is the same one that’s consuming all your senses?
“Fuck you, Satoru,” you hiss. Unsurprisingly, no matter how much venom laces your tone, your words go rushing straight to his dick. You’re just too cute, all the time, Satoru thinks. Especially when you’re like this, completely at his mercy. All bark and no bite. Though he wouldn’t mind if you had the latter, either. He likes it when you put up a fight, because making you fall apart is so much sweeter that way.
You can feel him twitch inside you. The dull throbbing within you makes you shudder with pleasure, still over-sensitive from how Satoru’s managed to fuck you until you’re cock-drunk and delirious. A whine manages to escape from your lips, and Satoru can’t help but laugh. You can snap at him all you want, but he knows exactly how to give it to you, just how you like it.
“What’s wrong, baby?” he hums into your ear, running his large hands up and down your body in an attempt to comfort you. Goosebumps are left in the wake of where his burning hands pass. “Sensitive, huh? I haven’t even done anything to you.”
Liar, you think. Gojo’s managed to take orgasm after orgasm out of you— always urging you with a, “It’s okay baby, I’ve got you. You can give me one more, right?” —no matter how much you whine that it’s too much.
He’s insatiable in every regard to you. If he could, Satoru thinks he’d crawl under your skin and live there.
You want to cry. You feel so very overwhelmed, all senses heightened. The hot puffs of Satoru’s breath over your neck, the way one of his hands squeeze at your tits, and the way the other snakes down between your legs to rub loving circles into your clit.
You gasp at the sudden surge in pleasure, head lolling back to rest on Satoru’s shoulder. You can still feel his lips against your neck, the corner of his mouth quirking up as he presses a kiss followed by a hard suck and loving bite against your jugular. Your hips involuntarily lift up, walls dragging against Satoru’s cock. He hisses before he slams you back down into his lap.
“Nuh uh, pretty girl,” he borderline growls, hand leaving a warning slap against your clit. “The whole reason we’re here is because you didn’t want to behave. You’re going to take what I give you like the good girl I know you are.”
You nod like you understand, but your mind is far too hazy to take in anything aside from how your boyfriend is making you feel.
“Toru, toru, fuck. I’m gonna cum,” you cry out, nails digging deep crescents into either of your boyfriend’s thighs.
“Yeah? Cum for me then, sweetheart.”
The coil that’s slowly been threatening to unravel this whole time suddenly snaps, sending you spiraling into a state of euphoria. The pleasure is so mind-blowing it feels like you’ve ascended to heaven.
Satoru’s eyes roll back into his head as he lets out a guttural groan. Your pussy pulses around his length, and he only gives a few shallow thrusts before a moan comes tumbling out of his lips and he paints your insides with his cum. His grip on you somehow gets even tighter, strong arms squeezing you as he rides out his orgasm, like his subconscious is determined to meld the two of you into one.
You can barely comprehend what’s happening to you as Satoru slips out from behind you, and forces you onto your back as you hit the mattress with a soft thud. Your eyes flutter shut as you come down from your high.
You feel a dip in the mattress by your legs. Your thoughts go static still. No, it can’t be. Your eyes snap open to see Satoru make himself at home in between your legs for what feels like the hundredth time today.
He smiles sweetly up at you, planting a few open mouth kisses down your stomach and on the insides of your thighs. Your eyes meet his, and you’re hit with an overwhelming surge of emotions. Satoru’s eyes are blue like the clearest sky, and they could never hide anything from you. Right now, all you can see is pure, unadulterated want. There’s a predatory glint in his eyes that makes your legs feel like jelly. You stiffen, breathing jagged as your heartbeat quickens.
Satoru wastes no time in pressing a sweet kiss to your clit, sucking lightly. His hands have a vice grip on your hips as you thrash beneath him, willing you to stay in place.
“Toru, please,” you cry out. It feels like you’re begging, but you’re not quite sure for what. Release? Or for him to let you go so you can wipe that smug grin off his stupidly handsome face? “It’s too much, I can’t—“
“But you can, pretty,” he hums, with so much conviction that you start to believe him too. The subtle vibrations of his murmurs against your pussy do nothing for your near-delirious state. “And you will,” he says with finality.
There’s no room for arguing, because what Satoru wants is what Satoru gets.
And what Satoru wants right now is for you to fall apart even more for him, to feel the squeeze of your thighs against his head as you try to rock your hips against his face until he passes out.
“Besides,” his tongue prods at your entrance, “we need to clean you up somehow. You’re dripping.” And to prove his point, he drags two fingers inside you, expertly hitting that spongey spot that knocks the wind out of your lungs and has you seeing stars. You can vaguely make out the lewd squelches that fill up the room, and the warm mix of yours and Satoru’s cum dripping out and down your slit. Your boyfriend watches in a trance as the milky white slick dribbles out of you, slowly but surely on its way to wet his bedsheets. He wastes no time in lapping it up before it can even hit the sheets. It would be a shame for any of that to be wasted, he thinks.
“Look at me,” he demands. You manage to weakly prop yourself up on your shoulders, tears threatening to spill as Satoru continues you finger you. You look so needy, so pretty like this. Your lip juts out in a slight pout and Satoru swears he can cum just by looking at you. “There’s my good girl,” he all but coos.
“You’re so perfect,” he rasps, and he shudders at the way you clench around his fingers at his praise. He alternates between sucking at your clit and licking up and down your pussy, moaning at the way you taste when combined with him. You taste phenomenal normally, but the fact that you would even grant him the privilege of letting him ruin you has his mind reeling, and it makes him a little crazy.
You’re so, so close. Your eyes screw shut in an attempt to drown out everything that isn’t Satoru’s tongue and fingers. Just a little bit more— then all of a sudden the mind-numbing pleasure is gone, ripped away from you.
“I thought I told you to look at me?” Satoru’s voice cuts through you, and although there’s a slight teasing tilt to his question, you know better than to disobey him a second time. That smile on his face promises no mercy.
“Satoru, I—“
“If you want to cum, keep your eyes on me.”
You know not to argue with him when he’s as pussydrunk as he is (though you also know that even if you didn’t listen, he’d let you cum anyways. Satoru could never refuse you that.)
Satoru swears he’s found heaven between your thighs as you grind your pussy against his face. He’s practically making out with your pussy, looking up at you with hearts in his eyes as he suckles on your clit, his saliva mixing with your slick that begins to pool beneath you. Your incessant whines and chants of his name fill his ears and he feels dizzy. You look at him, dazed, and he can’t help but think that he’s never seen a sight more beautiful than you.
A melody of your ecstasy and his bliss fill the open air. The wet sounds of his tongue slurping your pussy and his fingers stretching out your tiny hole are enough to make your ears burn. But all of that hardly matters when Satoru takes one of your hands and places it on top of his head, urging you to card your fingers through his white locks, tugging a bit roughly, just how he likes it. Satoru doesn’t let up, and the way he’s going down on you almost feels greedy.
The familiar pleasure bubbling up within you threatens to spill again, and all you can do is babble as a tear slips down your cheek. Satoru hasn’t stopped looking at you, and even with him practically devouring you, the stare he gives you is primal and hungry.
“You’re about to cum, aren’t you baby?” Though it seems more like a statement than a question. You nod desperately, clenching around Satoru’s fingers.
“Need to cum so badly, Toru. Pleas—“ you begin to plead, but you’re cut short by a hard suck to your swollen clit and Satoru thrusting his fingers in and out of you at a quicker pace.
“Shh, it’s okay, baby. I know. I’ll let you cum.”
You trill as you hit your umpteenth climax, with Satoru not stopping his ministrations until you’re pushing him away. He pulls away from your pussy with a slight pop and smiles at you, chin shimmering with his spit and your juices. He cages you underneath him, and gives you a loving kiss on the lips before he pulls away slightly.
He grips your jaw, tapping his index finger against the plushness of your cheek. He grins when he hears you whimper. You open your eyes to meet his once more. “Hey, pretty girl.” Satoru coos, sickeningly sweet. You can feel a wet spot accumulating on the apex of your thigh, followed by a few taps of something hard.
“Think you can give me one more?”
Then y’all go for 3 more rounds
Work belongs to @ryukatters. Please do not repost or translate my writing anywhere.
#can u tell im ovulating#i wrote this with one hand#gojo my king i have finally written about you#officially a gojo fucker and hater#satoru x reader#gojo x reader#satoru gojo x reader#jjk x reader#tw.overstimulation#cw.overstimulation#tw.dubcon#cw.dubcon#gojo satoru x reader#gojo satoru x you#gojo satoru x y/n#satoru x you#satoru x y/n#gojo x you#gojo x y/n#kat’s writing#kat’s demon time
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Hear me out. Hear me out. Not a pair often seen together but Miruko and Midnight from MHA. I just mmmmmmm. I just want two older women to absolutely destroy me and then take care of me after because they could. God knows they're both strong and capable of just about anything. Make me go dumb while cooing about how they want just one more "One more baby, I know you've got it in you." and then when they make me squirt oh god. It'd be Midnight who pushed you over and miruko would be pissed bullying her way between your thighs despite how timid and shy you are because oh my god did my body really just do that demanding you do it again for her and only her before she starts her assault she doesn't stop until the puddle under your ass is twice the size it was before and she is covered in your cum.
Warnings: threesome, fingering, overstimulation, squirting, strapon, mating press, mommy kink
Miruko would be the one to do everything with toys yknow? I know midnight is like the kinky one but I think that she'd want to leave her public image behind as soon as she steps through the door and between your thighs<33 so while Miruko is fucking around trying to fix on the harness and choosing a big ol' dildo to ruin you with, Nemuri is layin' you down soft and gentle and winding your body up to this tight tight coil with kitten licks and little suckles on your nipples, two fingers dancing through your folds and swirling your clit, teasing you and building you up with "such a good girl for me, look at how wet you are, can you hear yourself? s'perfect baby, so pretty,"
and when you cum the first time, kind of a little one yknow? neither here nor there but it feels good none the less; her teeth start to pull on your swollen buds and she's plunging three fingers into your core. But still, Nemuri is slow and methodical and Miruko is weighing two dicks in her hands like tryna figure out which one will fit better and you just keep cumming, keep squeezing Nemuri's fingers and crying out for her, crying out for mommy nd moaning so so pretty:(( and then, fuck - then a fourth finger slips in and your pussy is so sloppy and wet and so fucking loud that Miruko turns around at the noise and see's Nemuri strumming your clit with her other hand and fucking you hard and fast and so fucking deep that you squeal and apologise and cum so hard you gush all over the bedcovers:(( so wet and messy and your whole body is shaking and Nemuri is "m'so proud of you honey, look what you did! mommy made you squirt so hard - so proud of you for making such a big mess," and she's kissing you, distracting you from how Miruko throws one dick over her shoulder, fixes the slightly curved one that vibrates to the harness and slides in with a moan and a stutter of her hips:((
"Do that again, gonna make you do that again," Mirko is the more - unhinged of the two, folding you into this deep press and humping into you like a feral beast, all while Nemuri gently strokes through her cunt and switches on the dildo, cooing when you throw your head back and cry out at the overstimulation, "nearly there, nearly there honey - go harder Mirko, angle up a bit - that's a good bunny,"
And miruko doesn't know what to fucking do with herself and fucks you harder and harder, the vibrations hitting so deep and you sob and writhe and fuck - "She's doing it! fuck! look - look!"
fluid sprays over her toned pelvis and splashes over her thighs and Nemuri is so fucking quick to get her mouth over your clit and drink it all up, suctioning hard and fast and you're fuckin mindless for several long seconds, seeing stars and feeling your whole body quake through your orgasm. you come to, still jiggling with the forceful thrusts of your girlfriend hammering into you, knees by your ears and her lips swallowing your pitiful cries:(( Nemuri lays to the side, pawing her breast and tipping her head back with the bullet vibe pressing against her clit, eyes on your puffy cunt creaming and gushing harder and harder with every detirmined thrust Miruko gives you:((
#🧋.answers#🍡.wlw#🍡.nsfw#cw.threesome#cw.strap on#cw.mommy kink#cw.squirting#cw.overstimulation#mirko x reader#miruko x reader#mirko smut#miruko smut#nemuri x reader#nemuri smut#midnight x reader#midnight smut#bnha smut#mha smut#bnha thirst#mha thirst
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*i groan over your harsh tugging, hitting your folds with my moans while curling my fingers and basking in your high, lapping up every drop of cum*
just like that, silly thing.
*i keep moving and licking, suckling on your clit and watching you tremble from overstimulation*
-gojo
@sweetreats
no no no gojo please s’too much too much…if you don’t stop i’l-
*i plead voice becoming octaves higher as i squirm*
*i begin bucking my hips involuntarily trying to move back from the overstimulation, my climax coming even quicker this time as tears well in my eyes from both pleasure and overstimulation, releasing all over the sheets*
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hmmm reader who sucks on tamakis tip until he cries from pleasure.. zzz
cw: light dacryphilia, overstim !
tamaki's tip is your favorite part of his dick! it's the cutest dusky pink when he's hard, and it's the perfect size, just a tad mushroomy. enough that you can suckle your lips around it and keep your mouth full with your jaw dropping wide to comfortably fit him behind your teeth. you loved the way he squirmed and so sweetly kept your hair back for you, just waiting for your mouth to invite him deeper.
however, this time that little gulp of your throat around his cock never came, your tongue continuing to prod and slurp at his sensitive cockhead instead. you just kept sucking and sucking, popping your sloppy mouth against the hot velvety flesh and making his hips twitch up. tamaki even gently placed his hand on the crown of your head, silently and politely giving you the hint that he wanted in now.
you pulled off briefly only to spit your frothed saliva back over his tip, and then reattached to him.
you ignored his signal, instead suckling harder at his tip until you were sucking precum from the source and lathering your tastebuds along his overstimulated frenulum. you could feel his cock jolting between the slack grip of your hand, his thighs were starting to clench around your head and his fingers were all jittery and fluttering against your skull. his voice was starting to pitch higher and his body was heating up, his diaphragm expanding rapidly--
"too much," you faintly heard tamaki gasp.
his tiny little whimpers aged into weak sobs of your name. still, he didn't pull you off his precious aching tip despite having the strength to.
tamaki shot his load before he could even get a proper word out, his cum spattering across your tongue. when you took your eyes off his panting belly you saw tears building at his eyes, his dark irises glittering and starstruck.
you swallowed, gave his dark tip a sticky kiss, and kept sucking.
#tamaki.a📬#kdiaries.thinks!?🧠#bnha smut#tamaki smut#tamaki amajiki smut#mha smut#bnha x reader#tamaki amajiki x reader#cw.overstimulation#cw.dacryphillia
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𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞.
thoma x fem!reader | 1.9k words | minors dni
content warnings: femdom, mommy kink, use of the nickname ‘puppy’, pegging, vaginal penetration, brief cum eating, mild overstimulation, slight dacryphilia, creampie
author’s note: this is a repost from my old blog and it seems like the perfect fic to get this blog actually started. enjoy!
Needy moans and shaky whimpers pulled you from your half asleep daze. The steady huff of Thoma’s breath against the back of your shoulder told you all you needed to know. He was desperate. And you were in the right mood to have a bit of fun with that. The dynamic between you two was interesting. Depending on the day, he was either ready to drive you up the wall and leave you shivering and sobbing, or the roles were reversed. It was you who’d send him into a dazed, quivering state. You could tell that today would be the latter.
“What’s wrong, pretty boy? You gotta use your words if you want help.” You rolled over to face him, smiling lightly at the pink flush spread across his cheeks.
He frowned, eyebrows drawn as he watched you relish in his discomfort. “Please. I want you so bad. You’ve been so mean.. Teasing me too much.”
Reaching out to cup his jaw, you leaned close to press a soft kiss to his parted lips. “I suppose since you’ve been so good lately that I’ll give you a treat.”
Thoma nodded eagerly, green eyes wide. “Thank you.”
He chased after your kiss, his lips hungry against your own. The faint taste of peppermint toothpaste flooded your taste buds as he pushed his tongue into your mouth and slid it against your own. Fingertips dug into your waist, pulling you flush against his bare chest.
His steady heartbeat synced with yours, the two of you in a perfect harmony of push and pull. Threading your fingers through his messy hair, you tugged roughly, forcing his head back.
“How do you want it tonight, puppy? Are you in the mood for me to have my way with you?”
He nodded rapidly, pupils blown as he looked up at you. “Please, mommy. Want you to make me cry,” he murmured, shifting his hips restlessly.
“I know, sweet boy. I’ll take care of you,” you cooed, kissing him chastely.
Thoma situated himself on his back against the pillows, his legs spread slightly. The rise and fall of his chest was noticeable as he squirmed in anticipation. You ran your hand up his thighs and hooked your fingers into the waistband of his boxers before dragging them down his legs. He shivered at the cold air against his exposed skin, his muscles visibly tensing. He was gorgeous, long legs laced with strong muscles from his work, broad chest and shoulders, light patterns of freckles dusting the skin that saw the most sunlight. Any artist would be lucky to have such a model laid out before them.
You wrapped your hand around the base of his cock, slowly stroking upwards. Thoma whined, bucking his hips into your grasp. With your free hand, you shoved his hips down, shifting forward to pin him down.
“Be patient. I’ll give you what you need. Don’t worry.”
He nodded, a slight pout on his face. “But I need you. Please. I want you so badly.”
A teasing smile spread across your face as you looked up at him. Leaning forward, you pressed a kiss to his leaking tip. “Should I ride you until you can't see straight? How does that sound, puppy?”
Thoma shook his head, a crimson flush across his face. “No.. I want you to fuck me, mommy. With your cock.”
“Of course, honey. You’re gonna look so cute stretched out on my dick.” Reaching out, you grabbed your strap and a bottle of lube from the bedside table.
He sighed happily, relaxing comfortably into the mattress. Thoma ran a hand down his body, tracing his fingers over the vein on the underside of his length. He shivered at his own touch, eyes fluttering closed as you pushed his legs open and settled between them. The click of the lid of the lube bottle made him tense in anticipation.
A quiet ‘please’ slipped past his lips as he pushed himself closer to you. You poured the liquid onto two of your fingers before circling them against his puckered hole.
“Shit! S’cold,” he whined, wincing as you pushed your fingers into his tight ring of muscle. “Ohhh.”
Scissoring your fingers to stretch him out, you curled them against his prostate. He shuddered, lips parted as he stared at you wide eyed.
“Hold your thighs up against your chest, sweetheart. You’re squeezing so tight on me. Relax.”
Thoma placed his hands under his knees, pulling his legs up to rest against his chest. A sharp moan tore from his throat at the new angle, his eyes welling with tears as he rocked his hips into your hand. “I need you now! Please.. I can’t wait any longer.”
“Alright, pretty boy.” You pulled your fingers out before slipping the belts of your strap on over your hips and tightening them.
He shifted, practically folding himself in half as you lathered more lube over the length of the toy. Settling higher on your knees, you lined yourself up with his hole before sinking the full length into him.
You held still to let him adjust, his body tensed as he got used to the stinging stretch. Once you saw the familiar slump of his shoulders, you knew it was your signal to move.
You took your time; slow, deep thrusts aimed deliberately at his sweet spot. He moaned deliciously with each one, his head thrown back in bliss.
“Faster, mommy,” he gasped, eyes rolling back as you complied.
Your pace was brutal, barely giving him any time to muster up any words. Broken gasps and shuddery moans were all that he could get out. With a hand on his hip, you reached forward with your opposite hand to pump his neglected cock. He choked on his breath, spluttering as he bucked his hips upward into your grasp.
“I’m gonna cum! Fuckkk, ‘m gonna cum already,” he mewled, his grip on his legs slipping as you pushed him closer and closer towards release.
“Go ahead, puppy. Cum for mommy. You’ve been so so good.” You ghosted your thumb over his flushed cockhead, humming appreciatively as he spilled his load over your hand and his lower stomach.
Thoma breathed heavily, the grip he had under his knees slipping as you fucked him through his high. Your hips hadn’t come to a still, the blunt head of your artificial cock rutting roughly into his abused prostate.
He whimpered pitifully, eyes wide and watery as he met your dark gaze. “More?”
You just nodded, pinching softly at the flesh of his thigh. There was something so beautiful about the look of pleasure in his eyes, his emerald irises almost completely obscured by his blown out pupils. A small whisper of ‘thank you, mommy’ graced your ears as you continued focusing your attention on his still-hard length.
It wasn’t long before he was crying out again, his body quivering as you worked him to his limit. A gentle hand on his length and your steady pace was leaving him dizzy, his words becoming more slurred and erratic with each minute that passed.
“Cumming! Mommy, oh fuck!” His mouth hung open in a silent scream, eyes squeezed shut as he came harder than before. His back arched off the bed, legs spasming as he tried to deal with the intense pleasure filling his body.
You came to a slow stop but didn’t pull out, the toy still nestled deep inside of him. “You’re making such a mess, baby. So filthy.”
Thoma sobbed at the loss of contact as you slowly pulled the toy out of him. His hole fluttered pitifully, practically begging you to fuck back into him. “Want more, please.”
“Honey, you’re shaking like a leaf. I don’t think you can take more.” Rubbing soothing circles on his thighs, you held your cum coated fingers to his lips.
He swirled his tongue eagerly over your digits, licking his own spunk like he was a starved man. You couldn't help but scoff internally. What a slut.
“I can take more. I wanna make you feel good too. Let me fuck you, mommy. Please?”
“Go ahead. You’ve been such a good boy. You deserve a treat, puppy.”
Thoma moved gingerly, shaky hands unbuckling your strap and dragging it off your hips. You let him lay you back against the pillows, his hands gentle and loving as he ran his fingers over your body.
He nudged your thighs apart with his knee, immediately settling between them. “You’re so beautiful, mommy. I love you.”
“I love you too, pretty boy. You’re so sweet.”
He smiled bashfully as he wrapped a hand around his length before lining up with your slick entrance. “You’re so wet just from fucking me. I’m gonna make you feel so good just like you did for me,” he assured you, nodding eagerly as he pushed his tip into you.
You moaned at the intrusion, hooking your legs around his hips to pull him deeper into your cunt. “I know you will.”
His pace was decided quickly, his hips crashing into yours with such a burning passion. He was erratic and sloppy, hips moving almost too fast for his own good. Thoma buried his face against the side of your throat, gasping loudly as your walls clamped around him.
“Just like that, honey. You’re filling mommy up so well. Feels so good.” You embraced his shaking body, one hand running through his messy hair as he fucked wildly into you.
Each thrust delivered a delightful press into your g-spot, causing pleasure to brew in your belly. He reached a hand between your intertwined bodies, using his slender fingers to toy with your clit. A cry tore from your throat, your nails digging into his skin at the intense ecstasy that coursed through you.
Thoma whimpered at the slight pain, his hips crashing harder into yours. “Are you close? Am I doing good?” he warbled. You could feel his hot tears against your skin as he spoke.
“So good! I’m gonna cum soon, pretty boy.” The tension in your abdomen was becoming incredibly intense, signaling that your own orgasm wasn’t too far away.
He babbled nonsensically, gripping tightly at your hips as he pounded into your gummy walls. He rubbed faster on your clit, making your eyes roll back in your head.
“Fuck, puppy! I’m cumming, oh shit!” You clung tighter to him, chest pressed hard into his as your orgasm hit you like a train.
Your walls milked at his cock, tightening like a vice around him. He came with a sob, shuddering as he collapsed onto you. His hips came to a stop, stuttering messily as he relished in the tight grip of your warm cunt.
With gentle hands, you rolled him off of you. His eyes were unfocused and glassy as you looked down at him. You straddled his hips, sitting over his cock.
“Thank you,” he squeaked, reaching for your hips.
“You can't even see straight, you still want more?” You asked, fitting his dick between your folds.
“Hah!” He jumped at the sensation, shivering as you slid yourself along his length. “Too much. Hurts, mommy.”
“Should I stop?” you asked, brushing away his tears.
He shook his head, rocking his own hips to match your pace. “Need more. But I can’t cum anymore,” he confessed, groaning as you ground your clit against the head of his cock.
“Oh? And you still want more? You’re insatiable, puppy.”
#genshin impact#genshin impact x reader#genshin impact smut#thoma x reader#thoma smut#genshin impact x reader smut#thoma x reader smut#cw.femdom#cw.mommy kink#cw.overstimulation#cw.dacryphilia#cw.cum eating#cw.pegging#cw.creampie
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Soulmates
Alpha!Akaashi x Omega!Reader
Author’s Note : I began this as a drabble and was like “Oh today’s Akaashi day” then realized it was going to be a fic and went “I’m committed to doing this today” so here it is! A fic without a breeding kink nor mentions of pregnancy, just for you 💙 anon! And other lovely followers who just like my smut ; Akaashi is at the end of his third year (aka he is 18) so don’t come at me with knives (reader-chan has graduated)
Warnings : noncon, Omegaverse, knotting, Akaashi’s mom, fingering, cunnilingus, knotting, rut cycle, overstimulation, dumbification, sweet aftercare, somnophilia
“Don’t worry, baby. I’ll be right back,” his mother called from down the stairs. A loud groan of pain was the only response, but she knew he heard her. With a list of items to shop for in her purse, she left out the door.
Passing by the black car, she continued down the street to another house. With a knock on the door, you opened it seconds after. “Akaashi-san! I’m glad to see you’re doing well. Is anything wrong?”
“Oh, no! Not at all dear,” she smiled, red lips creating dimples on the side of her face. You smile back, waiting for her to continue. “Keiji left earlier, so I was wondering if you’d like to come over to help plan a surprise party for him!”
“Oh, a party? For his graduation?” You ask. She nods and hums, explaining her detailed plan for his graduating party. With you being one year older than him, his family had planned a graduation party for his teammates and you. You were hesitant to go, knowing full well that Keiji’s mother happened to be obsessed with the idea of you two together. It wasn’t a horrible though, per se, you just didn’t see him in that light. You had a few fleeting crushes before, especially on some volleyball players and other athletic Alphas, but Keiji never showed the common dominance of an Alpha around you. He was gentle, kind, and courteous. He was perfect.
Perfect for someone else, but not you.
“Would you like to join me for some lunch? I have some udon we can eat, your favorite!” She cheerily says, bright eyes with her smile. You shrug and accept, seeing no harm. You tell her to wait a moment to get dressed, but she shakes her head. “No need to be so formal, [Y/N]! We’re practically family!”
You cringe at her words, but don’t say anything. Telling your mother you’d be gone for a bit, you leave once she gives you the okay. Walking beside your friend’s mother isn’t as awkward as it feels, easily falling into a conversation with her.
When she turns to the house, you feel a sense of dread overcome you. Keiji’s scent is practically seeping from the walls, invading your senses as you feel the slick pool in your panties. A sign that he’s in his rut. Your panic gives Akaashi plenty of time to push you into the house, welcoming you as you numbly step in. Once you enter the house, Keiji’s scent gets stronger. He knows you’re here. “Uh—“
“Good luck, dear,” she says, shutting the door. You freak out and run to open it, but it’s locked. Not locked as in keeping people out, but rather like the knob is stuck in place from someone holding it. You bang on the door. No answer, you sigh in the silence.
A creak on the stairs has you whipping around. Keiji’s padded feet come into view, his pajama pants coming into view as he continues to descend the stairs. “[Y/N]? Is that you?” He calls out. You don’t answer, eyes stuck on the topless form of your friend. Pajama pants hang low, his v-line on display as his strong scent makes your brain fuzzy. “Why are you here?”
“Your... mom,” you mumble, eyes dropping to your own feet, toes curled as you attempt to calm down yourself. With him closing in on you, it’s impossible. He clicks his tongue, coming closer until his breath fans over your face. Your chest is heaving as his minty scent overwhelms you, the slick dripping from you and soaking your panties. He can smell your arousal, you’re sure of it, his eyes darkened with his own arousal.
“Oh,” is all he says in response. His hands come to your waist, large hands rubbing under the shirt.
“I’m sorry, Keiji, I need to go-”
“You just got here,”
“I don’t want to do this,”
“You say that, but,” his hand dives under your pants, a gasp coming from you as his long finger teases your covered slit. They’re absolutely drenched. “You’re just as aroused as I am. Your body wants it,”
“Keiji, that’s wrong-”
“It’s only wrong if you don’t feel good,” His breath fans over your face. Long fingers push aside your panties and run along your folds, getting drenched in your slick. Pushing two in, he pushes his nose to your scent glands. “You smell so delicious, I can’t hold back,”
Your weak attempts to push him away are pathetic and useless, his towering form able to cover your body and keep you pinned to the door. A few pumps of his fingers until he adds a third one, moaning at your walls fluttering around him. He brings his thumb to your clit, gently rubbing and flicking as he continues to thrust his fingers into you. You’re holding back your moans, small whines seeping through sealed lips until you feel the knot in your stomach snap, your walls gushing around his fingers as you moan. Legs turn to jelly, your frame colliding with his as he holds you up. Removing his fingers, he makes a show of lapping at them and moaning.
“Mm, as delicious as I had hoped,” he moans, strong arms moving to carry you. Your brain is hazy and fuzzy, the aftermath of your orgasm sending your resolve melting in a puddle by the front door. Only when you find yourself against soft sheets does the haze clear, the familiar walls of Keiji’s bedroom coming into view. “I need more,”
“More?” You whine, feeling his fingers hook over the hem of your clothes. Your pants and panties are promptly pulled off, flung to the side to be forgotten. He groans as he buries his nose between your thighs, heavy breathing and he inhaled your scent. A hot tongue sweeps against your slit, Keiji moaning as your cum hits his tongue. Your hands fly to his messy hair, back arching as he laps at the juices between your thighs. Suckling on your clit, he lets go with a pop and dives back between your folds.
“So fucking good,” he grunts, his nose nudging your little bud as you feel another orgasm coming on, hand tightening on his strands as he sucks on your clit once more. You gush, your cum splashing against his lips as he drinks every drop you give him. “So good,” he moans again, removing himself. Swiping any excess with his finger, he licks it off while staring into your eyes.
“Kei-Keiji,” panting, you try to tell him once more to stop, but he’s already crawling over you. Once his lips are on yours, you feel his bulge pressing into your wet folds as he ruts. The only thing separating you two is the pants he wears. The pants which are quickly pulled down as he moans, the feeling of his cock against you enough to have him groaning into your mouth. You whine, feeling his cock rubbing between your folds as he rocks against you.
He doesn’t wait a moment longer. Pulling his hips back, he slides himself into you with one push, hand covering your mouth as you scream from the stretch. “It’ll go away, shh, you’re fine, you’re fine, princess, shh,” his voice coos into your ear. Tears bead your eyes as you inhale his calming scent, your walls relaxing as he rolls his hips. It’s not unbearable, but a stinging pain resides. “You’re fine, you’re fine,”
He keeps your mouth covered as he lazily thrusts into you, small squelching noises coming from where his cock disappears into you. When he looks down to see you taking every inch of him, he removes his hand in favor of gripping your thighs. Keeping your legs spread, he picks up the pace to jackhammer into you. Your cunt stings with his thrusts, your nails raking against the sheets as your walls flutter around him, eyes rolling as you coat his cock with your essence.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, I love you, so fucking much,” he moans out, drowning out your squeals of pleasure as he fucks you. His confession is disregarded, your focus on staying sane as he bumps against your cervix and rubs against your special spot. It’s not long until you’re creaming around him again, a moan as your back arches. He pulls himself out, giving you hope he’s taking a break.
When he flips you over to your hands and knees, you know he’s making you comfortable. With his cock easily slipping back into you, you find your head pulled back as he grips your hair. “You’re taking me so well, don’t act like you don’t want my cock. You want my knot, too, right? You want me to fill you up? Of course you do, fuck, you’re so tight,” he groans, arm keeping him above you as the sound of skin slapping skin bounces off his walls. You can only moan, tongue lolling out as your body aches from his brutal fucking. Tears stream down your face as you mewl, another orgasm forced around his cock as he pumps into you. Another few harsh thrusts and he’s pushing his thick knot into your milky depths, another orgasm as you milk his cock of every drop. A shiver runs through you as you fall against the sheets, chest heaving as you finally attempt to catch your breath.
“I said what I meant, you know? I love you, [Y/N]. I have since I met you. I wanted this,” he confesses, pressing a kiss to your shoulder blade. A look at your face tells him you can’t answer, drool oozing from your plump lips as your fingers twitch occasionally. He chuckles, pressing another kiss to your sweaty skin. “I’ll bond you another time. I want you to be awake for that.”
It’s a few minutes before his knot deflates, his soft cock flopping against his thigh as he lays you on your side. Gentle breaths tell him you’ve fallen asleep, probably due to the overstimulation you endured. A warm washcloth to clean you and wipe off any oozing cum is placed to the side, Keiji pressing a kiss to your temple.
He knows it’s wrong, but you’re so cute when you’re helpless and vulnerable. Your cute mewl when he rubs your hardened nipple has him hard again. He knows it’s wrong, but he can’t help pushing his thick cock into your tight cunt again.
#haikyuu x reader#haikyuu smut#akaashi x reader#Mr. Keiji#BB.Kinky#BB.Dark#tw.noncon#tw.somnophilia#cw.overstimulation#cw.dumbification#akaashi smut#haikyuu omegaverse#BB.🐾
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