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#free! smut
iwaasfairy · 8 months
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┌─ “ ! „ FLUIDITY
tw. dubcon, monsterfucking, explicit size kink, interspecies sex, reader has sex pollen like effects, communication barrier, manipulation, yandere (other parts will contain a lot more explicit dark kinks so please read every individual part's warnings!) wordcount. 8.7k
part 1 of —
a/n. ♡♡ thank you so much rhi for keeping me going through this, idk if i would have pushed through if not for you so ily ily ily and this fic is just indulgence as a period piece and a monsterfucking fic but i hope you give it a chance and like it bc there's moresomes a-coming and this is just the beginning so! yeA i hope you guys enjoy mwuah mwuah mwuah ♡♡
tachibana makoto x fem!reader ( x other characters coming)
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Dragonflies glint the prettiest, richest silver you’ve ever seen under the right light. The rosy evening sun casts the entire river into a blooming glow— complete with a soft blanket of fog that rolls along the base of the trees. “Your maiden servants worry about you, you know,” a voice softly calls, and the rustle of shrubbery makes you turn.
You don’t really want to know how long the man’s been guarding you without a word. If it were anyone but one of your father’s most trusted men, you’d probably have some distrust. Instead you only pull your knees to your chest, and continue tossing rocks into the babbling brook.
“Lady, it’ll get dark soon. Your parents don’t want you playing out here so late.”
The small area isn’t open enough to lure any visitors. You’d be fine. Still, you slowly bob your head, waiting for him to step away from the tree edge into the river bank with you. “I had a weird dream, only it didn’t feel like a dream.” The reeds sway in the wind, and you almost let the perfect surrounding whisk away the thought. But the man’s hand drops from his sword, and he gives the faintest of nods. “There was a monster here when I fell asleep— one with a huge mouth packed full of teeth. I saw eyes in the water, and hair so long it covered its whole body.” The tart remnants of your delicately applied makeup wash away as you swallow. “I think- it was a yokai.”
“There’s no yokai here, lady,” he patiently responds, and you turn to him better. This time taking a proper look. If the damp hair tied in a bun is anything to go off of, he was most likely called out of his bath to come out looking for you. You bite your lip, apology lingering on your tongue. But that’s where it stays, as the man continues. “There’s monsters only where people don’t go. You needn’t worry.”
“Are you comforting me?” A slight giggle passes your lips before you can help it. “I know you think I’m lying. You don’t believe anything you don’t see with your own eyes.”
“... It’s not for a lack of trying.” He smooths a hand over his hakama, before resting it back on the pristine handle of his sword. The dragonflies buzz over the low edge of the water, and your feet ache a little from the cold. You’d love to ask to be carried right about now, but spare the poor man the effort. It’s the least you can do. After another few minutes of silence and watching the sun disappear entirely below the tree line, he finally clears his voice. “Come on, lady. We should really get back. You’re precious to your parents. You’re precious to us all. I can’t leave you here.”
This river runs from the high mountains all the way through the small lake that borders the gates of your home; and all the way down the lowlands— and it’s said that on the day of your birth the river flooded, and provided the most bountiful harvest of the last few decades. Even as a child, there was no ignoring the gleeful whispering of the ladies, nor the calculated introductions of sons of poorer lords at every birthday or feast. Some day not too long from now you will get married and spread providence over the land… and there won’t be time for napping by rivers or running off half-dressed into the forest.
Somehow, despite the honor, a small part of you goes cold at that. The water glistens under the last of the light— and you take a long look into the deep of it. The eyes the color of hot coals flash through your mind once more, and you start pulling the fabrics of your dresses aside to put your zori back on. “I know it was a monster- but-” The wind picks up when you turn over your shoulder and smile your most genuine smile. “I wasn’t scared, I think. Perhaps it was friendly.”
The guard is quiet as he watches you get up from the riverbank, and sticks a comfortable distance after helping you gently up onto your feet. You suppose he doesn’t really have the heart, or perhaps confidence, to tell you what he really thinks of your childish talk. The barely-there path back to your home has you growing much more tired— as if weights are tied to your legs. You wish you could stay. The moss crunches softly under your feet, and the dewy air starts to feel a bit cold to the touch. Despite everything, it’s always peaceful here. You cast a brief glance up to the man as he pushes the shrubbery aside. His face has a vacant sort of look, until he catches you looking, and his mouth curls up. “I’ll tell your maiden servants to prepare a purifying ritual for you.”
“Ugh, no, please. Anything but that.”
+
“The koi fish aren’t around anymore, are they, lady?” There’s a slight hesitation in her voice as your maid walks up.
You nod, lift your sleeves to brush your fingers through the water and wait. You got them as a present for your coming of age festivities— the most beautiful blue grey with red fins— much too expensive for your liking but a courting gift nonetheless. You’d been quite fond of the walks out of your houses’ walls because of them. The feed floats sadly on the surface of the inlet, where the clear river water shows no sign at all of the normally curious animals. “It seems like they’ve gone.” What a shame.
Your other maiden scans the area, before rushing to help you up onto your feet as she lowers her head. “Should we ask the master to procure some more? We know feeding the fish brings you much joy.”
The girl helps to fix your sleeves again, before awaiting your call. “No, that’s quite alright. There’s no use replacing a gift.” You cast a wary glance at the bay once more, not quite sure what you’re looking for; but fail to find anything out of the ordinary. A sight furrow comes to your brow, before you hike up your layers of skirts- much to the shock of your two servants- and turn to them with a softer smile. “I would like to be alone for a bit—”
“Lady!” one of them squeaks, but you only laugh.
“I am certain, Hitsu. Tell my father I will be home before tea and dinner, and if you could prepare my bath…” The dark brunette has a question on her tongue, but does nod with the same trained properness that you’ve come to know. “I simply wish to walk along the river, I won’t swim. It’ll be quick, I promise.” It’s not a lie. You have no intention of ruining your beautiful, expensive clothing by going any further than a shallow few steps. But there’s a nagging memory somewhere in the back of your mind— 
You used to have so many dreams, all of them now too faint to recall. Both young ladies give each other a look, before eventually bowing deeply and heading back towards the palace gates.
See, that nagging sense that you’re forgetting something important, something crucial, overcomes you. It’s almost impossible to ignore, and you kick off your shoes to tread carefully along the edge of the deep pool of fresh spring water. The moss is soft under your feet, keeping a tight grip on your embroidered silks.
When you were only a few years old, you used to have these dreams. Dreams of drowning, of ghouls and demons. They grew scarcer the older you got, and eventually even the weekly purification spells and chants became declared unnecessary. But where the memories once sat, now only a blank hole remains in your mind. And however hard you try to remember, you can never quite get there. You make it to the sloped edge of the river not much later, stepping up the small sputtering waterfall and a few round stones between stray bamboo— nearly still water pooling at your feet.
It’s chilly, but not freezing. Something scratches in the back of your skull, deep down. It trickles down your neck, and with a steady heartbeat, it breathes.
But you can’t catch the thought, and the harder you try, the cloudier it becomes— eventually you click your tongue and start walking along the water edge up stream. You should look for your fish. If they swam out of the inlet somehow, maybe they’d be around. They are, much like you are, bred for captivity and wouldn’t survive too long on their own. The sun casts warm spring rays onto your skin, walking in much needed solitude. When you barely realize you’ve spaced out, you’ve already made it to a bend in the river where peach blossoms float on the otherwise pristine surface of the water— and despite your previous care, you drop your dress.
The blossoms swirl in slow circles. And a raindrop lands on your nose. 
Arms, wrapped tight around your chest. Claws. Wide lashless eyes.
Something floods your brain so suddenly that you stumble back a few steps and gasp, sucking in a breath.
It was here. You can’t exactly make out what, but your gut recognizes the trees, the scraggly stones sticking out of the water. Your lungs full of water, and hands all over.
Bumps rise all over your back as you look around, and water seeps up along your tarikubi robe. It’s so quiet, and the stillness starts to trouble with each droplet that comes down. But you breathe. You’ve been here, perhaps more than once, and the aching, pressing itch deep in your head grows more unbearable. When a metallic flicker catches your eyes, you glance down. The rain now starts up more properly, and though the trees provide some shelter, there’s no hiding away from the cold as you walk in just deep enough to bend and pick up a dainty golden chain from between the smooth rocks.
It’s fine like thread, and cold to the touch, and though you can’t quite explain it; something about this finely crafted piece is familiar too. Even through the rain and the chills crawling all the way up your spine, you study the necklace closer. The intricate detail is almost too pristine.
A soft splash on the other side of the river startles you— The sudden scare makes you lose your balance and fall back onto your lower end. Hard. The ache immediately has you whimpering, but instead of worrying about the pain, you slowly try to catch yourself on the rocks; pained enough in the motion that you swear — you see a person diving underneath the water edge. Something pale and fast. You scream, and whatever you saw dashes away before you can think about doing different. The blossoms drift off as you scramble back up; your bruised palms sting, and your heartbeat still hammers hard in your throat when the silence returns.
But the blurry flash of maroon hair and fiery red eyes you caught is long gone.
And much too soon, the clouds that had seemed so fluffy and beautiful earlier turn a dreary grey. You turn on your heel and book it back down the river side on bare feet— still clamping the chain between your fingers.
+
The wick of your lantern splutters with thick oil as you fail to catch sleep. Even with the spring weather it’s chilly, with you remaining wrapped under a thick blanket. You breathe a long sigh, and listen to the crackling of the candle beside your bed in the absence of any other sound. The earlier lecture of your father, your mother, and even the normally quiet and collected matron of the house still lingers on your mind— it’s not like you can blame anyone. You wouldn’t be the first stupid, brazen young girl who happened to drown, and despite the quiet lives most girls like you live, you most likely won’t be the last.
You shouldn’t have been out there. Your servants had been ghastly pale from fright upon seeing the state in which you returned, and even the thorough scrubbing and hours-long bath didn’t do much to alleviate the ache in your lower back.
Despite all that, you’re stuck. Eyes -monstrous, unnatural eyes- appear in the crevices of your mind each time you close your own. No amount of prayer makes the longing fade, and the longer you lay here, the deeper they seem to dig into your flesh. Goosebumps crawl all over your skin once more. When you throw your blankets off you, you go digging in one of the woven baskets for the thickest bland garments you’ve got— tying them around your hips until you’re dressed enough to peer out into the hall. The frigid air current howls through the house when you gather your lantern, some woven socks, and after a brief bit of deliberation; snatch the golden chain from beside your pillow.
The palace is quiet at night, an almost eerie sort of calm that is broken only by the soft ‘pats’ of your feet on the hardwood— with the lanterns barely providing enough light to see a good arms length at a time. The wind pushes you forward, nuzzling deeper into the collar of your clothing until you make it outside. Even under the starry sky, there’s no doubt that this is a stupid idea. No good can come from nightly outings — though you’ve seen girls come and go in similar ways under the cover of night, you’re quite sure their purpose was less out-for-trouble than you are now. But what else can you do?
How could you ever sleep soundly not knowing what’s out there.
With only the flickering reflection on the water, you bow before your home— you’d be back soon enough. You love your clan— and you have no intention of getting caught in long lectures twice in a night. The guards at the gates have no way of noticing you as you slip into the brush and cover the lamp from sight, as cold breaths form clouds before your eyes.
Your legs move almost instinctively until you come upon the peach tree, and the pretty white flowers rain down with the breeze. You place the candle by your feet; and hesitate before taking your own seat on a round rock right by the water edge. You’ve never seen a yokai. Not that you can remember at the very least, but if you would have-you didn’t expect to here. Not the river that blessed your birth, or the one who gives everyone life by way of harvest. Maybe what you saw was a farmer bathing, or a particularly pale, large cod— wouldn’t that make more sense. Isn’t that exactly why you didn’t tell your father?
Because naïvity and silly wonder seems better than monsters lurking among the shrub.
Sadly, but perhaps unsurprisingly, a soft splashing in the water sets every hair on your body upright— and your mouth goes dry. It’s so dark. So awfully dark that it’s hard to see even past your own feet, if not for the broken reflection of your candle in the water. You know it's there. You feel it, by the rancid sort of churning in your stomach, the rapid beating of your heart. You swallow the tightness in your throat as best you can. “I’ve come to return your necklace. I didn’t mean to steal it, so I’ve come to give it back.” You wish you could let your eyes grow used to the dark, but without candle light, it’d be so much harder to get back home in one piece.
After just the sounds of the river drag on, you slowly take another breath, and try to bite back the wetness that rises every time you try and fail to find the eyes you know are looking at you. “I don’t wish to harm anyone.” The wind seems to howl harder across the river, and you can’t fight the horrible visions of monsters all around you, just there in the darkness; tightening your hands into fists. “So I wish you would not harm me either. You can have it back.” Your hand shakes when you hold out the chain above the water— not nearly far enough for anything to reach it without coming into your sight. But you’re too frightened to go any deeper, and your lungs tighten.
“Please, I-”
The peaceful spluttering of the water is suddenly disrupted by a much louder splashing, and you freeze up with a sharp gasp, shoulders trembling despite yourself. You don’t dare move any more than that— only after a minute or so of silence, you continue. “Hello? Don’t you want your necklace back?”
The reeds shake in the wind, and one of the blossoms brushes along your cheek as it falls into your crouched lap. Your breathing is tense enough to almost hide the little mumble that reaches back. It’s soft, sweet like dripping honey, and makes your whole spine tingle. “We want.”
If you had any less sense, you’d probably run right back home. But the idea of moving is too terrifying, so you’re stuck rooted in place as you take a breath. The voice sounds young enough, but the Japanese is distinctly older than your own dialect, rolling off the tongue with a vague foreign lilt— and it takes your frightened brain a little longer than you want to process that the voice isn’t simply human. When another little splash sounds a bit closer, you pull your outstretched hand back to your chest. “Can you see me?” Your own voice wavers when trying to make out any shape in the river. Alas, it’s just so dark that any further effort hurts your eyes.
“Yes.”
“I’ve come to give back your necklace. I got scared and took it, I’m sorry. I mean no harm-”
“He told.” The voice is unbearably clear. Almost like it’s being spoken directly into your head, even though it’s just a mere whisper among the rippling water. It’s distracting, and feels ice cold between your ears.
“Who’s he?” you try, biting your lip. The river seems to stare back at you, and you can’t do anything but hope you aren’t making some horrible mistake. Are you supposed to talk to the monsters that go bump in the night? “I- I don’t know where you are, I can’t see you.” Despite the soft, gentle nature of the voice, your heart patters wildly, unable to let go of your fear when there’s another closer splash. You must only be a dozen feet away from each other now, and still you can’t even see past the water at your toes. The voice stays quiet for a while.
“You don’t see is … better.”
You don’t respond for even longer. But for whatever reason, you almost want to agree. Not seeing, he almost sounds like a childhood friend of yours. The soft, honeyed words aren’t so frightening when you can’t see what they’re being spoken by; and you gather your last bit of courage to softly open your palm out again towards the night. “I’ll throw it over to you. Can you catch it?”
“No ‘throw’.” The -whatever- struggles with the word as he says it, before going quiet. You’re not sure if he doesn’t want you to throw it, or he simply doesn’t understand— so you just bite your lip and wait for any further comments that eventually do follow. “You put paw- h-hand.” Then, after another breath, “Come.” With a slight tremble in your voice, you breathe out a little laugh. You are really being asked to be braver than any girl with sense would— dragging your lantern closer over the pebbles until it’s right by your feet. Cursing yourself, you blink back nervous tears, trembling as you hike up the edge of your skirts, just the tiniest bit, and place only one foot into the shallowest part of the river for stability.
Your hand drops halfway outstretched, and you watch the flame where she glints back on the chain.
More splashing makes way for a more disturbing sound once it surfaces, of a body dragging over the shallow of the river towards you, scraping along the blunt stones— and you almost dart away when the sound comes close enough to reach. But your fingertips are almost frozen solid when another hand comes ever faintly into view, and wetness drops into your palm. To call it a hand is gracious, you decide. There’s longer digits, clawed, and webbed between each bony finger, and the wet glossy skin is more curved spike than thumb. The paw slides carefully along your hand, swiping up the chain as it goes— and leaves a cold coating all over your palm that you snatch back too quickly.
It’s unbearable to stay so close to something and not see it now, and you quickly hurry back to the safety of your rock as the same shuffling goes back to the water. Your heartbeat’s in your throat, and you can’t find any polite words to offer it until the yokai speaks again.
“Rin present, with- no, f-for you. You give present back, make happy. I am thank you.” You’re welcome, you think, but you barely manage to paint on a little smile before wringing your hands together and picking your lantern back up for safekeeping.
“I’m heading home now. If I’m not back soon my guards will find out.” It doesn’t feel entirely appropriate to thank it for not killing you when it had ample chance to, so you stay quiet. But there’s also a sense of gratitude that washes over you. Soon you’ll be back in bed like all of this was a dream. That seems right. That seems good. Your tongue lingers on your words. “You … What's your name?” The river bank feels much safer now you’re back on solid ground, and you can see the peach blossoms you almost slipped on.
There’s another long pause, where you almost make a run for it back all the way home, before the voice sounds out again from the dark— sugary sweet in its tone.
“Makoto.”
+
You’re pretty sure you should be questioning your own sanity. Everyone else wouldn’t hesitate to, and after the few restless nights you’ve had, you should be staying as far away as you can. But curiosity, mixed with a slight sense of obligation, has you walking the river bank like a little droplet flowing back to the sea. The quiet, scruffy man following behind doesn’t say much… never does, and you can’t say you dislike it. But you feel the glances your way, distracting you. Soon you find yourself clearing your voice. “You’re wondering why I’m walking this same path again?”
The older man only hesitates for a moment. “No, lady.”
“Sure you are. I would wonder if I were you.” There’s a faint smile that makes its way up, glancing out over the babbling brook to your left as grass tickles your ankles. “Not too long now and I’ll be engaged…” The peach blossoms above are almost done blooming— and you’ve never known your father to be an indecisive man. “Walking gives me a little break from all the fussing attendants, and father's advisors. Which is why it’d be even better if I were alone-”
It doesn’t take much pushback at all for the man to stop in place and give you a little look, resting his hand on the handle of his sword. “Lady.”
“Oh, please Azuma-san, we’ve had this same conversation for years.”
“I am not to leave you unprotected-”
You turn on your heel to face him. “I want to swim.” The stubborn frown on his face doesn’t move an inch, as your eyes go a little more puppy-esque. You have to know, so you have to lie. It doesn’t bring you joy either, but you might go insane if you have to live with questions for the next twenty years barred in some fancy prison of your future husband’s making. “-Swim right here. Without my very expensive clothing getting ruined.” Still that stone wall refuses to budge, and you throw your last bit of dignity into the ring. If this was anyone else you’d never hear the end of your unrefined words. “So I am going to get undressed.”
“—Ag-lright, just quiet. Your servants hear you and I’ll be lynched in the square.” He sighs deeply, rubbing his hand over his scruff, then gives a little bow. He wants nothing more than to roll his eyes when you offer back a self-satisfied grin, but instead takes a few steps the way you came with a stern look. “I’ll ask one of your maiden servants to make her way over here.”
“Don’t tell her to hurry!” you chant back, only taking off the heaviest layer of clothing once he’s out of sight. You lay it safe out of reach, before kicking off your shoes and socks and waddling towards the big stones again. Sure enough, the river here is a lot deeper than it looks. There’s a ledge in the pool that’s dark enough for almost any kind of monster to hide. This at least means your midnight escape wasn’t a total delusion. The peaceful sway of water grass settles when you dip your toes in the water, and wonder. There’s only a brief few minutes where you sit to think, before a slight thrashing once again captures your attention.
Only when you look up, the river is still, safe for a few tiny fish jumping out of the water. You get up, and tie your skirts up higher to inspect. A large maroon shape darts away into the darkness before you can take a good look, splashing droplets all over the river bank— and you hold your breath. You aren’t crazy. That definitely was much larger than any fish you’ve ever seen, and such a brilliant color that nothing but yokai could possess it. Brighter than all the finest silks, shimmering like a mirror. You wait for what could be a few seconds or an hour, before… someone- something else starts coming up from the darkness.
The olive-golden glitter rises so slow you have no choice but to take in another breath, but luckily don’t scare it away. His light chestnut hair is chopped short-ish, and a strangely human face— with cloudy black eyes, and green gashes either side of his neck— where he hovers below the water surface. It’s not human though. The eyes are big, round and deer-like, nose flatter, and his skin seems almost pearlescent. You don’t have the ability to think if you’re brave or just frozen solid. But whatever the case, the humanesque monster seems to stare for quite a while before judging it safe enough to approach.
It’s only then that you get to see the full extent of his body, scaled from ribs down, with a snake-like bottom half that’s at least longer than your entire body, and ending in a beautiful fish-like tail that feathers out in glittering threads. “Oh…” you breathe, and your arms wrap around yourself for protection, but you still don’t move further. Can’t, more like.
The half-man is close enough -and real enough- to feel a bit nauseating. Close enough to set every hair on your body on end and have your heartbeat a wild patter. But it’s the voice that really makes you feel frigid, gulping for air when that soothing tone comes out of a monstrous mouth. Whatever you had expected to see… wasn’t this. You can’t make out if the near-resemblance is comforting, or more frightening. You shiver at the black tongue, against porcelain white teeth.
“You come back.”
Your nod is hesitant, and you fidget with your jewelry in an attempt to calm your nerves. “I- wanted to see who I’d been talking to, that night. I haven’t slept well since then.”
He hoists himself a little further out of the water onto both hands, clawed and boney. “That was you, right? Makoto?” The brunet only gives a single nod of response, and doesn’t take his dark eyes off you for a second. And you want to laugh, though it isn’t too funny. The scene is just so absurd that you have nothing else to do, but laugh. “Isn’t this weird, talking to each other? How come yokai speak Japanese?” your voice comes, and you only hear how childish you sound when it seems to hang over the river without answer.
Out of all the questions you can ask, that’s what is most important to you? Makoto is gracious as he scoots a little closer once again, scraping his long, heavily muscled tail up over the pebbles and stones. “I listen very many year. Always listen, listen woman, listen warrior, listen you.” He blinks, and blondish lashes are the only normality you have staring back at him. “All can’t speak like me. I -hmm, pras-”
“Practice?” you try, and he clearly agrees when his tail pats happily on the ground. When you smile, he grins back wide and kind, his teeth are much sharper than yours. There’s something so human about the look, that you feel your muscles unwind a little further. You suppose, if he wasn’t so strange looking, with the wrong shades and fins here and there; he’d be quite handsome. He’d go over well with the maiden servants in the clan, too. “Many years, huh? Then- How old are you?”
“Hmmm- old. Very…” He doesn’t seem it, though. You avert your eyes when the water flicks over your feet, slowly dropping your shoes to the side. When you look back, he’s gotten closer yet, and is reaching out his hand towards the edge of the water, towards you. Despite your hesitation, and slight disgust— scaly and seemingly frost bitten pale lips, and unnatural greenish marks along his neck that flare out and in— there’s something that makes you want to follow.
A call, or instinct, to glide into the water and feel it embrace you. “You want come in?” he prompts, softly, and you do. You aren’t much of a swimmer even in high summer, and yet. You find yourself closing the distance and reaching out for his hand, letting your fingertips glide along as you get up to your knees into the water, and then get pulled along further step by unsure step. “Good, come.”
“Ah- it’s cold!” you squeak, but Makoto’s fingers wrap around your hand to support you even when you get almost up to your chest into the river, water crawling up your clothing and making your chest feel tight. “Sh- it's so cold.”
“Water not cold. You warm.” Only when he comes up in front of you do you truly notice how much bigger he is. His hands dwarf yours, and even though you’re higher up, his tail is curved aside to fit on the ground so he stares down at you— covering the sun from your view. He towers over any man you’ve ever seen, and his human-esque top half is still much broader than most. Like a hard plane of muscle, marked with thousands of golden freckles that shift in color the longer you look.
Shivers climb up your legs, and the water seeps your energy out of you. Wrapping your free arm around yourself, you rub some heat into your skin. Those pale lashes flutter as he gives you a half lidded glance, and the freckles that also go across his cheeks color a little more amber. “Lady is … cute.” Large hands suddenly slide along your sides up, before dragging over your shoulders and slowly taking your clothing with it, removing one of a few layers as he leans in. “Here, better without.”
“Oh. No- I don’t- think-”
“Shhh. Better, I know,” he seems to get closer, even though you are too busy staring back into the darkness of his eyes to really notice; and let him untie the robes enough to toss it towards the water edge. Then he pauses, and gets up higher onto his coiled tail to pull another layer off and throw it. Until you’re left standing in only your flimsier linen undergarb, and you’re suddenly much too aware of how peaked your nipples are against the scratchy fabric. But his hands slide up along your thighs to start peeling that off too, when you grab for him and shake your head.
Makoto insists. “No cold when not -this.” His hands keep going up even with your pressure on them.
Having a night encounter with a man is one thing, but you don’t know how you’d ever explain this if someone saw. You can’t dart away in a flash and escape the consequences. You have to go home after this. “I need my clothes to go back—” you quickly beg, ignoring the soft pads of his fingers along your upper thighs, “and if people see- Makoto, please.” Your whole body aches with the cold, and though the touch feels nice, it doesn’t seem right. Your nakedness isn’t a simple thing, even if his is.
“Clothes heavy. Water don’t like clothes.” He turns you around and you lose your footing on the stable flooring, arms quickly clinging onto his wide shoulders for support— it does make his point. Your clothes are incredibly heavy soaked, and pull down on you as strong arms ever so slowly wrap around your waist; nose only a few inches from yours. You can’t help it, your face gets hot. Cheeks, ears, nose- everything starts getting a distracting warm glow that you do your best to ignore, pulling your lip between your teeth. Even so, he seems to look down at you with intrigue, water reflecting in the black of his eyes. “What?”
“You’re very close…” you confess, and also try to release some of the tightness of your embrace— but amusement only brings him closer. He tilts his head, before leaning in until your foreheads meet, and the cooler skin consumes you. “Makoto-sama-”
“Human kiss, hm?” He’s so close, and his mouth is right there -and though you have no clue why, you really want to. The thought is almost as real as the air you breathe, feeling his hands roam all over your body through the soaked linen. Your voice doesn’t make it out when you nod, but he still lifts you into his chest, and your fingertips dig into his shoulders instinctively. “Show me how to kiss? You little one -hmm- good- fit.” You can’t help it, in place of physical heat there’s a sort of aching fire that spreads through your limbs the longer you stay close— and once you start you can’t stop.
Your mouth meets his first, lips moving with yours as his arms squeeze tighter; but when your tongue brushes his lips and meets his, he makes a noise. A low sort of purring that rattles his chest, and has him leaning in harder, trying to bury you into his body as your tongues brush and you suck and moan. His taste is mild but his tongue is heavy, and much longer than yours when it slips further into your mouth. Much longer, bigger, and the wetness soon has you feeling like you can’t breathe.
You pull back with a gasp, staring at the way his long tongue brushes along those sharp teeth before he leans in more. “Again.” You try to make some separation between your two bodies, but clearly Makoto doesn’t care for it when he clamps his hand down around your hip and kisses you more, melting to you as his tongue brushes against yours. He kisses like you’re the first and last thing he’s tasted, even when you moan a little whimper at the lack of air. His cold skin prickles against yours, grinding his waist against you slowly as your head pounds. Still, it feels good.
You don’t ever want to leave— and it’s this exact feeling that has you pulling back for air. You must be out of your mind. He stares with a blown out sort of hunger when you say his name again, and run your fingers along his shoulders up a little. “I’m going to get in trouble if someone finds me here- and- it’s not like we can—” Your cheeks get even hotter when you try to say the words, not even sure if he’d understand. Does a yokai’s understanding include human nighttimes? When he shows no intention of putting you down, you bury your face into his chest, feeling even smaller than before.
Though his skin is cold to the touch, there’s an intense amount of heat surging between you two, almost impossible to ignore— and the way you’re positioned against him, large arms caging you against his waist that pushes into you— doesn’t help anything. You can feel yourself get more slick each time you move your legs. He seems to chuckle when you groan- and as if sensing your train of thought, he rubs his nose along your ear and down the sensitive of your neck with a lower voice. “I want see. Human body so little. Want see it.”
That’s the tipping point. Every fiber in your being aches to obey, to let yourself get touched, seen, taken by him— and your mouth drops open a sliver as you struggle to find words. Your feet can’t reach the bottom here, and Makoto seems content to keep rubbing against you in a slow sea-saw motion that makes your center feel entirely hot. And eventually you crack. Blinking up at him, you breathe a faint “okay”, and let him turn you around. His hands are quick in their exploration, sliding under the last layer up your thighs, squeezing every few inches as he goes up. When he gets to your center, there’s a little flutter of his eyes, before those digits slide in and brush over your pussy, rubbing just soft enough to leave you wanting. “Warm,” he breathes, and then pulls you a little closer. “You do me too.”
As he pushes your last layer of clothing open fully and starts sliding it off your shoulders, you allow yourself just a little curiosity. He’s handsome, and he’s close, and you just feel so needy. Your breathing is still short against his chest, but your numb fingers glide down his sides with purpose as the muscles flex under your touch. His chest rumbles when you whine at the prodding and circling of his fingers around your dripping pussy, and you glide your hands down to his tail. The touch feels a little coarse, but he’s warmer there, and when you rub your palm over the area he’d been grinding into your waist, your fingers feel a softer, spongey slit. Makoto hisses when you rub a finger up and down, and you feel more heat burn onto your face. “Here?”
The question is answered when your finger slips in and is all hot, and something bumps you. But he picks you up and with one swift dash, lays you down on the river bank to get up between your legs. You need to open wide to allow him to fit, and can only whine out his name when the weight of his body over yours pushes you into the cold stones. He licks the air a few times, before grunting. You wish you could do anything other than just flush and look away when his hands descend onto your tits and start touching and rubbing, and the pressure leaves you all exposed. But it doesn’t take long for his attention to shift back to between your legs, and now with a better angle, he sinks down to nose below your navel. “Hmn-”
The purring is paired with a flaring of the gashes on his neck, and his eyes roll back. When his hands spread your legs up as wide as you can go, he nuzzles into you, and that long black tongue peeks out to lick slowly. You can’t help it, you moan. Loudly. It feels like a million pinpricks are traveling your body, as the very long, heavy tongue drags a long strip up your center, and then the tip of it laps at the wetness coating your hole— that quickly gets pushed open further with each sloppy lick. His tongue pushes inside you as he sucks and the feeling of something so hot and so- squirmy makes you squeeze your eyes closed. It’s too strange, but you can’t pull back.
Your hands even reach for his head to tangle your fingers in his hair and whine, your back curling from the floor. You’re drenched- no longer just water as your pussy clenches around his tongue that he forces in to lick places you’ve never been licked. Makoto wraps an arm around your thigh to pull it over his shoulder when you curl and wiggle against him- you can’t help it, it feels so good. Everything’s so sensitive, like your entire body’s been doused into hot water and you’re drowning— only difference is, you’re actively longing for more.
It’s better than any drink-induced daze, late night tussle with a stable boy. It’s even better than your own touch and mind, because he’s just so big and you’re so full, so hot. Your hips grind against his face when he sucks again, and his nose brushes your most sensitive area— and try not to let the water into your mouth when you yerk again. “Ah, ahg, Makoto-sama. I can’t- I can’t handle this much, please. Oh dear gods, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. Ah-ughhh, f- ah, please -keep going.”
Your lower belly is wound so tight, and even the sound of his breathing against you feels good. You could melt into the floor with how much slick is coating your insides, dripping out of you around the suction on your cunt. And Makoto doesn’t have any intention of moving. Your mind aches— you want more. You want to wrap your entire body around him and come apart— as his large hands squeeze your thighs tight and wrap them around his head like he can’t get deep enough.
The sloppy, wet sounds of his face burying between your legs to stuff you full of tongue, licking and sucking at your sensitive pussy. It has your muscles so tight as you roll your hips against him, and you can’t stop shaking. “Oh, I’m g-gonna cum— I can’t! I can’t. It feels so- gud. Ah, ahh. What is happening?” When your fingers clench in his hair, he lets out a long, animalistic groan as he glances back up. Still his tongue isn’t fully inside you. “I can’t- Makoto, I can’t!” Even though he’s reaching further than fingers can, he’s still able to fold the deft black muscle over your clit and slot his lips around it to suck. Hard.
And your body can’t handle any more. While his heartbeat pulses through his tongue against your clit, everything goes white, your muscles clenching so hard it hurts. And your heart beats so hard it feels like it stops altogether. If you make any noise at all, you can’t hear yourself over the pounding in your head, rattling your body so hard that nothing except you and him exist. Your eyes are shut until you’re aware of how he grunts against you and pinpricks get too unbearable. But he doesn’t stop, lifting your body to his face and allowing you to ride out your orgasm against him for what feels like forever.
When you feel like you can hear yourself breathe again, you unwrap your legs from around his head. “I thought my heart was going to explode. If Hitsu knew…”
Your eyes are teary when they flutter open against the light, and the black abysses that stare back are barely narrowed slits. Dipping his gills into water briefly before getting up above you again, Makoto seems different. There’s something predatory that wasn’t there before. You can’t help but go quiet. As his hands drag your body down a few inches, you swallow. “Are you okay? Sorry. I feel like I should thank you— I haven’t come that hard, ever. I don’t know about yokai but I don’t think I could feel that good.” His muscular body covers most of the river from your view, but you find it almost too hard to look at him. You’re still hot; but your skin feels cold.
His fingers slide down along your side when he lets out a little groan. “Yokai don’t do this.” Then he goes to brush his face and mouth along your throat, and you shiver a little at the feeling. “So pretty. Warm. I like warm. Stay with me?” You let him grind himself on top of you and embrace him the best you can, only fitting around the narrow of his waist, but after just a second you yerk up. Makoto pulls his head back when he notices, and you get another brush against your slit that makes a cold shiver run up your spine. Where the slit sat before, a dick has emerged- and your mouth drops open a little. The thing is vaguely dick shaped, but has spurs at the base like an anchor, is more pointed at the tip; and it also pulses with each breath.
“Pretty warm body, good. Smell good too.”
You can’t help but swear when you avert your eyes, and instead wrap your arms back around his neck. “Oh, fuck.” Surely, this is where you’d draw the line. Right? But the touching of that against you doesn’t make your body react the way you think it should. The prodding along your inner thighs just leaves you feeling empty, like you’d like to start all over again. Makoto grunts out a little breath when your tits brush his chest, before staring down at you.
After a few seconds of studying your face, and probably the heat that’s flooding your features, he licks his lips. “Human men have… hm-”
“Yes,” you quickly say. He smacks his lips and grinds against you again. “They uhm- put it inside.” If the answer shocks him, he certainly doesn’t show it— looking like he’s barely holding back from crashing his face back to yours and turning you over to fuck you like the begging whore you feel like. The longer he just keeps his solid body against yours, the harder it is to ignore yourself getting wet again against the pulsing of his cock. The purring, clicking noise coming from him feels nice, and you pull at him. “You’re not done yet, right? I can do more.”
You angle your hips a little, and try not to sound so desperate when looking up at him for a kiss. “Please- put it inside me. I- I want to feel you.” Your hands slide over the rougher scales down between you two to reach for him, and hesitate a little when his cock is heavy and covered in some sort of slime; and it seems to follow your touch. But you’re too far past embarrassment to truly care, and Makoto groans when you wrap your fingers around him to squeeze softly. “I need you.” You really don’t know what’s wrong with you. You feel like your body’s being torn apart. You want to be filled, fucked full of him, and get pumped round of his kids— all things that you shouldn’t be thinking about. You didn’t with any men you’ve been with. You can’t.
Even though you know you’re being ludicrous, when he goes in for a kiss, you cling onto him hard; digging your nails into his back. You don’t even know if he could fit. His cock is proportionate to him- but it’s big and long and girthy enough to put any man to shame. You should care. You should care that you could regret being filled up to your breaking point, but you’re just so, so desperate. You might die if he doesn’t fuck you. You can feel it. “Please, please, please—”
—You slide a few feet across the floor, angry thrashing scaring you up into a flounder as you breathe in deeply. Makoto’s dragged off of you and down before you can even blink, water splashing everywhere; and you struggle back to the riverbank with wide eyes. Now you’re no longer side by side with another person- no, creature- you suddenly feel the entire ache of the cold water. The shortness of breath, the numbness of your lips and hands and feet. You feel the painful sting of your back where you’ve been sliced by a dozen sharp rocks, struggling to keep your head above water. And you feel the soreness between your legs of having been filled by something too big.
When you get over the pure shock, you notice the struggling has stopped, and you notice your creature’s golden shape next to someone else. They glitter and glint even in the low light of the afternoon, and you furrow your brows. The second shape only gets clearer when the light shines through the water and colors the flickers a blinding maroon. Your tongue feels cold.
Your arms wrap over your chest and cover up the best you can when Makoto surfaces again and gives you a kind smile, but you take a slight step back. His long, pale lashes flutter when he reaches out a hand. “Sorry. Rin don’t want to bleed you.” Your back and your painful scrapes are the lesser of your worries though. Whatever spell you were under, you’ve been snapped out of. You feel entirely strange- enough to have hot tears welling up along your waterline. What the hell have you been dragged into? You were going to… do things with some monster you didn’t know existed until today. Your brain screams and pounds, and your stomach is entirely flipped. But the brunet softly continues. “He don’t like I take you. Can you come here?”
“No.” Your hair now sticks to your neck and chest, and every second you’re out of the water, is one where the feeling comes back to your limbs. Your arms are so heavy as you keep them up. “There’s more of you?” You don’t know what you expected, really. Maybe you should have known. Maybe you should have questioned. But how could you have truly known?
“Yes.” he answers after a beat, and swims up a little closer with a frightening ease. “Shhh, okay. He will come. You stay.” You try to tell him not to, but he dips below the water surface before you get the chance to ask him not to, splashing water all over as he does— and you don’t know what else to do but to stare at the small bubbles that pop as peach blossoms wash over your feet. Before too long, the reddish shape surfaces alongside Makoto. He lingers in the deep of the river however; fiery eyes zeroing in on you without blinking at all. He stays submerged from the nose down, and you can’t help but feel too watched. 
Your heartbeat doesn’t calm when the brunet swims up closer, and you take a little breath. “Who’s that?”
“Rin,” Makoto softly, sweetly answers, as if he was expecting the question all along. He smiles wide like a saint, and you have to ignore the voice in the back of your head that tells you to get back in the water. His hand reaches out though, and you almost want to. Almost. Your arms and back break out in goosebumps. Then Makoto looks back at the other yokai, and gives you a smiley once-over. It takes you a little too long to recognize something else that plays over his features though. A strange sort of knowing, like he’s seeing right through you. “You Rin’s mate.”
You don’t know why you don’t get up and run.
“Come back in?”
Only that the voice in the back of your head gets more unbearable. You wrap your hands over your ears, and try to hang on.
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joonipertree · 6 months
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I need him to pry my mouth open and spit in it, need him to drag his nails against my back, need him to shove my face into the mattress as he fucks me from behind, need him to pull my hair, need him so fucking bad
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bokutosbiceps · 10 months
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public privacy
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matsuoka rin x f!reader | fluff + smut | 1.9k words
summary: rin takes you back to japan for gou’s graduation + your first stop is a familiar hot springs resort. rin lets the heat get to his head.
warnings: handsy/horny rin, mentions of death and depression, mild cursing, suggestive themes, nsfw, nsfw under the cut, almost voyeurism, fingering, humping, semi-public sex, it gets so sad then so horny lol
18+ MINORS DNI
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“Ah, this place is just like I remember it!” Rin dropped his duffel bag on the tatami mat next to the door and stretched his arms into the air, sighing.
Rin had to return to Japan for Gou’s high school graduation and decided to take this opportunity to bring you to his home country for a little getaway, complete with introducing you to his family and friends. Hence the immediate reservation made at Anago Hot Springs three days before Gou’s graduation to spend some romantic alone time with you before subjecting you to the chaos that was Iwatobi.
“Oh, have you been here before?” You asked, kicking the door shut behind you and dropping your bag next to his. Rin hummed in confirmation and approached you, taking your hand and leading you to the big glass window that completed one of the walls of your room. He positioned you in front of him and secured his arms around your waist, resting his chin in between your neck and shoulder and gazing out at the view of the shoreline that the window offered.
“Yeah, but this time is gonna be different.” You could hear the lilt in his voice and turned your neck to look at his face. The smirk that you expected to be there was flourishing on his face and his fingers started to rub circles into your hips.
“Why is that?”
“Because I’m here with you.” He placed a chaste kiss to your jawline before releasing you. “Let’s go into town, I’m starving!”
Rin held your hand as you two walked through town, stopping at various food and activity stalls to sample snacks and challenge each other to multiple games. Once you had both had your fill, Rin opted to walk with you along the shore, still holding your hand.
“I missed the beaches here so much.” He smiled, looking out over the water simmering under the moonlight. You cocked an eyebrow at him.
“We have beaches in Sydney, babe. We literally live five minutes from one of the biggest tourist beaches in Australia.”
“Yeah, but…something about the beaches in Japan is different.” Rin stops walking to fully face the water, prompting you to stand beside him and acknowledge the water as well. The water was a deep blue, that somehow glowed even in the darkness, and the lull of the waves along the shoreline seemed to have a gentle calm to it. You could immediately understand what he meant once you stopped to regard it the way that he did. “Maybe it’s because I always came to the beach when I needed to clear my head.” He smiled softly and started to scrape at the sand with his toe. “Or maybe it’s because it’s the last place my dad ever saw. Makes me feel close to him.” 
You turned your head to see Rin still smiling down at the sand, no doubt thinking about his late father who had drowned at sea while working an honest job to provide for his little family. You squeezed his hand. “Is that why you swim?” You asked slowly, trying to make Rin feel safe enough to talk about his feelings. He was probably feeling a multitude of emotions since coming back to Japan after two long years of being away. He was probably being reminded of all the feelings he felt during his time here. He was probably feeling the closest he’d felt to his dad in a long time.
“At first, I wanted to train hard so I could carry out the dream that my dad never got to see through.” Rin chuckled gently and lifted his head to look out across the ocean again. “But after meeting Haru, Makoto, Sousuke, and the others, I started to swim for myself. I trained hard so that I could swim with them.” Rin let go of your hand momentarily to kneel down and brush his fingertips across the waves. “I wonder if you’ll like them.” He straightened up and dried his hand on his pants before grabbing your waist.
“I’ve met Haru.” You smiled fondly at the memory of the black haired, blue eyed man staying in your apartment when he came to visit Rin last winter. You had never seen two humans bicker more than Rin and Haru, but you could see the years of friendship between them with just a glance. 
Haru took to you immediately upon seeing you interact with Rin. Mainly the way you liked to tease him and make him blush. Haru knew Rin was in good hands with you in Australia. He knew of the loneliness Rin experienced during his first time living in Australia, and was glad to see he didn’t have to worry about that this time around.
“Yeah, you guys are just two peas in a pod. Arguing with me about every single damn thing.” Rin shook his head and squeezed your hip, causing you to giggle.
“Tell me about the others.”
“Well, Sousuke, you’ve met him on facetime. There’s not really much more to him than the stubborn, responsible guy you’ve spoken with. He’s probably kept me the most grounded out of any of my friends, but he’s a pain sometimes, the bastard.”
You remember meeting Sousuke one evening when you had arrived home and found Rin laughing and chatting with him over facetime. Rin immediately took the opportunity to introduce you two and the first thing you did was take note of how handsome Sousuke was. This lead to a string of teasing on your part, petty jealousy on Rin’s part, and more teasing on Sousuke’s part. The next time Sousuke happened to be facetiming Rin, Rin made it his life’s mission to keep you away, as if you were going to fall in love with Sousuke just upon seeing his face again. But over time, Rin got over his petty jealousy and allowed you to befriend his best friend. Now, Sousuke was someone you kept in touch with—mainly to gossip about Rin.
Rin went on to talk about Makoto, Nagisa, Momotarou, and Nitori, reminiscing about all the fun times they had together before he left for Australia. Rin talked about his high school days for the duration of the walk back to your inn.
He chatted with you about all the things he wanted to show you once you were back in his hometown while you slipped out of your street clothes and into the robes that the onsen provided.
“I’m gonna take a dip in the hot springs before bed. What are you gonna do?” You asked, securing the belt of the robe around your waist. Rin grinned and did the same.
“I’m gonna join you.”
“Rin, you know very well they are not co-ed pools.” You narrowed your eyes at him as he followed you into the hall after locking your room door.
“Awe, c’mon, it’s late. There’s probably not gonna be anyone around!” Rin pleaded with you all the way to the entrance of the hot springs. You stopped in front of the women’s entrance and smirked at him.
“If I didn’t know you any better I would think you’re just trying to see me wet and naked.” You ran your fingers up along the collar of his robe, lingering to wrap your fingers around the fabric and pull Rin close to you.
“I’m just trying to spend time with my beautiful girlfriend.” Rin said innocently. He leaned in and let the tip of his nose brush against yours. “Getting to see you wet and naked is always a perk, though.”
You placed a chaste kiss to his lips before letting go of him and pushing open the door to the women’s entrance. “You’ll survive, honey. Try not to pass out from the heat!” You waved at Rin before disappearing behind the door, leaving him speechless, hot, and bothered.
You made quick work of slipping out of your robe and slippers, stashing them away in a cubby, and rinsing yourself off before sliding into the warm water. You let out a content sigh, somewhat relieved that you were the only one in the pool and allowing yourself to feel the stress of the long day of travel evaporate from your body with the steam. 
You were about to doze off when the door to the entrance opened and you heard the sequential splash of someone rinsing themselves off. Before you could turn around to politely greet whoever it was that would join you, a figure flashed across your field of vision and dove into the pool.
A creeping suspicion crawled its way up your chest as you shielded your face from being splashed with the steamy water. You lowered your arm just in time to catch a glimpse of a wet mess of maroon locks as Rin swam up to you, stopping only to rest his arms on your thighs and float in front of where you were sitting against the rim of the pool. A smirk was plastered across his lips.
“If you think you can get rid of me that easily, think again, baby.” Rin grinned at you and pushed himself out of the water to start nibbling on your neck, sneaking one of his hands to fit in between your thighs and push them apart.
“Matsuoka Rin, we are in public!” You scolded, pushing his hands away from in between your thighs. He just smirked at you and pressed his bare chest against yours.
“Eh…public private.” He drew out the last word in emphasis, completing his point by looking around the empty pool before turning back to you with a mischievous grin. You let him push your thighs apart again before sinking into his touch with a sigh as he ghosted his fingers over your clit.
You moaned and let your head fall forward onto Rin’s shoulder as he continued his ministrations on your neck and in between your thighs. He cupped your cheek with his other hand and brought your head up to meet your eyes before pressing his lips to yours. The kiss was soft and sweet, he moved his lips against yours in sync with each stroke of his fingers against your clit. He successfully managed to pry your lips apart with his tongue at the same time he plunged two fingers inside of you, making you gasp into his mouth. Your sounds were almost too much for Rin to bear.
“C’mere.” He growled, quickly taking your place against the rim of the pool and grabbing your hips to have you grind your ass against his cock. He bucked his hips against you and sank his teeth into your shoulder as he continued to hump you under the water, feeling as though he might pass out from the steamy pool and the excitement of having his lover there with him.
Without any notice, Rin gently lifted you from his lap and pulled himself out of the pool before turning around to offer you his hand. “Now, let’s continue this in the room or I will pass out from all this heat.” You blushed when you noticed he was still completely hard and wondered how he was going to walk back to your room like that. You took his hand and let yourself be pulled up and out of the pool.
“I will never understand why you suggested a hot spring when you know you get dizzy from the heat.” You chuckled as you slipped back into your robe, not bothering to tie it properly as you knew it would be dragged off once you set foot in the room.
“The heat from you and the pool, babe. You and the pool.”
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villain-hotline · 1 year
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happy valentine's day everyone.
tw: drugging, dubcon.
which of your faves are currently planning the perfect date for you, only to drug you with an aphrodisiac at dinner so they could be extra nasty and fuck you all night?
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shcyc · 2 years
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— THE SCARIEST MONTH OF THE YEAR IS HERE!
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I will be posting nsfw work once / twice each week (or when I feel like it), all in the form of drabbles, headcannons or short fics!
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GENSHIN IMPACT
> LAB WORKS — this one sucked because i was not feeling it
HAIKYŪ!!
> fucked in the msby / schweiden adlers locker room
> tag teams! — kuroo + kenma, sugawara + kita, oikawa + iwaizumi
YŪKOKU NO MORIARTY
> MONSTER FUCKING LET’S GO
> kinks / what turns them on!
OTHERS
> armin, jean, levi — toys!
> office sex! — getō, gojō, sukuna
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lyditheoverthinker · 2 years
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Synchronicity (Makoto x f!reader x Kageyama)
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Word Count: 6.1k
Tags: smut, threesome, unprotected sex, oral (both f&m receiving), fingering.
Summary: Makoto, Kageyama, and you have been friends since high school and now you share an apartment together. You’ve lived a peaceful, friendly life until today, the day where the way you see each other is going to change forever.
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With your body fresh and clean out of the shower and your hair finally dry, you leave the small aquamarine bathroom of your apartment and join your two roommates in the living room.
It’s movie night today, and Makoto and Kageyama are sitting on the sides of the faded blue couch that reigns over the room, calmly chatting about who knows what while some TV ad plays in the background.
You quickly step over there and place yourself between the two boys without too much grace, stretching your arms up high, your chest rising in the movement and your cream-coloured shirt showing a thin line of your stomach.
The conversation between them comes to a halt, their attention captured by your appearance, but you’re too busy observing the rich loot of snacks they gathered on the small table in front of you to notice it. “Look at all this stuff!” you exclaim and lean forward, grabbing a green gummy bear and basically throwing it into your mouth. “You guys really indulged today.”
You turn toward Makoto and he shoots you a happy smile. The way you get happy as a kid when he brings you food always brightens his mood. "Yeah, we went a bit wild while getting groceries." He leans forward to grab some chocolate and starts opening the shiny wrapper of the sweet with uttermost care.
When you finally lean your back on the soft couch pillows, a whiff of the strawberry shower gel you use tickles Kageyama’s nose, and he unintentionally finds himself thinking–and it's not the first time–why that gel smells so good on you, whilst when he uses it, he doesn’t even care for it. It must be the way it combines with your natural scent, he concludes, and there's something about that thought that makes his cheeks warm up.
“So, are we ready?” you ask merrily while grabbing the lights' remote and turning them down enough so that just a soft halo and the lights of the TV surround you.
“Yeah, let’s start,” Kageyama murmurs, and you wonder why today he sounds so impatient. As you glance at him to your left, you take in his image: dark hair flattened down like the usual, dark blue shirt and white shorts, and you notice that he looks unusually stiff, his body pressed toward the side-arm of the couch and his head resting on his hand.
You're about to ask him something, but a loud sound from the movie grabs your attention and you temporarily forget about it, diving into the plot. It’s not long, though, before you and Makoto start commenting on the movie: about this and that actor, about that cool camera angle, about how that movie extra is making a weird face in the background. You speak in hushed voices, sometimes leaning close to one another to hear each other better, and you wonder if he can feel your warmth like you can feel his whenever your arms brush against each other.
It goes on like that, laughing, chatting, then remaining quiet, lost in the movie, and you find yourself basking in the comfortable atmosphere that the three of you have slowly built during the many months of cohabitation, your heart calm and your body relaxed.
Maybe it’s that relaxation, or maybe it’s the typical end-of-the-week tiredness, but by the middle of the movie your head ends up resting on Kageyama’s shoulder and in some corner of your mind you think about how strong he feels under your cheek.
The boy, who had just managed to straighten up and close a bit of the distance he had put between the two of you at first, comes to regret that choice, a soft blush on his cheeks. If you knew how nervous he is right now, you would probably giggle, a teasing look on your face, in that way he finds so annoying and endearing at the same time.
He’s enjoying the weight of your head on him, the way your hair tickles his neck, when Makoto gets up from the couch and you straighten yourself, following his movements. He soon realises, partly to his surprise, that he feels disappointed. Why does he feel so disappointed?
You pause the movie while waiting for your roommate and after a couple of minutes Makoto comes back with three mugs filled with chocolate ice cream and a cylindrical bottle with a red cap.
“Is that whipped cream?” you ask, your wide eyes revealing your notorious sweet tooth.
“Your favourite brand,” Makoto replies as he hands the bottle to you. A vigorous shaking and some spraying later, all the mugs are decorated with a nice cone of cream and you hand them happily to their respective owners.
You then resume the movie and for a while it's only dialogues and the clinking of spoons filling the room.
When you place your empty mug on the table and lean back on the couch, you turn toward Makoto and notice a smudge of whipped cream on his cheek.
"You're so clumsy," you chuckle while looking at him, delighted, and impulsively wipe the cream from his cheek with your index finger and put it in your mouth, sucking at it lightly until it's clean.
As the cream dissolves on your tongue, you realise what you've just done and by the way Makoto looks at you, you know that this a-bit-over-the-line action of yours hasn't gone unnoticed. You freeze in place, your finger still on your lip, and your gaze darts left and right without finding a place to hide. Meanwhile, Makoto's green eyes linger on your lips, a new sparkle brightening them as he tries to give meaning to what you've just done.
“Do I need to leave?” Kageyama’s voice breaks the strange tension enveloping Makoto and you, and you are quick to turn toward him with a confused look on your face.
“What do you mean?” Makoto asks, his tone as gentle as ever.
“I don’t know,” Kageyama mutters, and his brows furrow over his blue elongated eyes, “it seems like you two need some time… to yourselves."
He looks hurt, grumpy and absolutely adorable.
You realise that lately it's almost never happened that Makoto and you were left alone and you suddenly remember the strange glare Tobio shot Makoto that Saturday he had prepared a spicy sauce and he had made you taste it by spoon-feeding you.
Deep down you start to realise that some of Kageyama's behaviour might, maybe, be interpreted as jealousy and the news is so shocking that you panic.
So you do it. You do what you always do when you feel that weird combination of embarrassment and panic. You say some stupid joke.
“What is it? You wanted to lick some cream too?” Your voice comes out high-pitched and, to be honest to yourself, quite ridiculous, but the way Kageyama turns and locks his eyes on yours has your stomach twirl and your mouth stop before closing.
Kageyama doesn’t speak, but you can’t miss the way his eyes move between the bottle of whipped cream and your finger.
“Maybe this…” Makoto murmurs from behind you and before you can make a full turn he grabs your hand and puts some whipped cream on your index finger, the same finger you just used to swipe the cream off of his cheek. You glance at him from the side, a puzzled look on your face, but Makoto promptly nods in the direction of Kageyama, his face reassuring and his eyes strangely determined.
You’re still unsure on what you’re supposed to do, but something in your heart compels you to move.
Just do it. Come on.
You stretch your arm toward him, your finger getting just in front of Kageyama’s lips, and you can’t help the lowering of your gaze as embarrassment takes hold of you.
Oh, if you only knew the ideas that are forming in both of the boys’ minds… 
You are forced to raise your eyes the moment you feel Kageyama’s ice cream-cold lips gently sucking the whipped cream off of your finger. His movement is slow, hesitant at first, but the way he almost stops moving before leaving your skin isn’t hesitation, it’s reluctance.
Your breathing stops as you lock eyes with him. A sudden warmth starts lighting up in your stomach and there is something in Kageyama’s eyes that you’ve never seen before, something that looks a hell of a lot like lust.
"I… I should go grab something to drink." You jump from your seat, trying to put as much distance from your friends as you can before your head explodes.
This is not something you saw coming. Or maybe it's not something you decided to ponder on since the mere thought had your heart beat like a drumroll.
There has been some tension in the air during the last months, and you would lie if you said you never found Kageyama cute or Makoto attractive. You would lie if you said that when they roamed around bare-chested after their shower you easily ignored their smooth chests and defined abs. You would lie if you said that when you were having a bad day and they tried their best to cheer you up your heart didn't flutter a little.
But you always kept these foolish thoughts and feelings of yours in check. You always managed to cut your feelings at the root before something dangerous could happen. The balance you found was too precious to risk screwing it up. Furthermore, what were you going to do, date them both? Just the thought made you anxious.
So you open the fridge and try to use the cold air coming out of it to clear your worries-crowded mind.
"Y/n, are you okay?" Makoto's tone sounds a little worried, and you don't really want to make a big thing out of this, so you reply with a quick "Sure" without glancing his way.
"Could you bring me a beer, please? All these sweets made me thirsty," he adds, and he's soon followed by Kageyama.
"I'd like one too." That surprises you, Tobio never drinks.
A minute later here you are, all the three of you again on the couch, fresh beers in hand and a weird tension that could be cut with a knife. When the movie ends, none of you are even vaguely ready to sleep, so you decide to watch whatever comes next on TV.
To your surprise, what seemed to be another action movie reveals to have romance in it too and by the middle of it you end up assisting the two main actors kiss. And what a kiss. It's one of those beautiful, slow, sweet yet passionate kisses that make you want to be in the movie instead of watching it from your couch.
You’re hypnotised by the scene when you hear Kageyama murmur, “That must be nice.”
It takes you a second to come back to reality and you turn your gaze toward him, a puzzled expression on your face. “What must be nice?”
“Kissing,” he replies simply, but soon after he turns at you with worried eyes and a clench of his jaw. “Nothing, forget it.”
Naturally, you really can’t do that. “What do you mean kissing? Tobio, you had a girlfriend during high school,” you say with a light giggle, amused by the possibility that he might have simply forgotten, but Kageyama’s strangely ashamed face says otherwise.
You look at him, then at Makoto, and their faces clearly tell that there’s something you don’t know.
“You used to go and meet her every day after school…” you add, confused.
Kageyama remains silent, his eyes stuck to the floor, so Makoto intervenes. “He didn’t… actually… have a girlfriend.”
“What?” you ask, your brows furrowing as you look at Makoto. “Then where did you go every day?” you then ask Kageyama.
“Tutoring,” he replies dryly.
Tutoring. What the hell…? “Wait, I don’t get it…” You don’t know what to ask first and you end up turning toward Makoto, hoping that his more chatty inclination will help. “You knew about this? Why did you know and I didn’t?”
“I just ran into him by accident one day. He asked me not to say anything, so I didn’t,” Makoto replies with an apologetic shrug.
Chewing on the thought, you turn back to the dark-haired boy. “But why would you lie about that?” you ask in a small voice.
Kageyama starts playing with his fingers. “Because you both had a partner back then and I felt kind of left out. I felt lame, so…”
There’s a defencelessness in Kageyama’s expression and posture that makes your heart melt and you feel the sudden urge to change the topic and lighten the mood to somehow help him out.
In a whirl of embarrassment, tipsiness–maybe the beer wasn't a good idea–and the lingering sensation of what happened an hour prior, you blurt out something you never thought you would say. “Well, I would offer you to kiss me so that you can satisfy your curiosity, but I think that you would want to have your first kiss with someone special to you.”
“But you are special to me, y/n.” There's no hesitation, not even shyness. Kageyama is just stating a fact.
A quiet gasp makes your chest expand and you can feel your face warming up as if a flame was mocking you from up close. It’s the first time Tobio says something so direct and sweet to you and you don’t know what to do. “Special,” you whisper almost inaudibly, the bare thought a spring of joy you didn't expect to feel.
You move to the edge of the couch and take Kageyama’s hands in yours. “Oh, fuck it, let's do this!”
You wait for him to look at you and stare at his blue eyes for some long moments, observing his reaction, wondering if he really wants to kiss you or if you just committed a really bad mistake.
Your doubts are swept away the moment you see the anticipation in his outstretched body, in his eyes that are so wide open, in his lips that are already curling a little bit.
You lean in, close your eyes, and brush your lips against his, a soft touch that sends a shiver down your spine.
You didn’t expect to feel this much. You didn’t expect you would remain close and press your lips against his again. You didn’t expect to realise you might have wanted to do this for a long time. 
The kiss is clumsy. Tobio is too stiff, barely moving, but you don’t want to rush him. At the same time, you don’t want to stop. As you’re about to pull away, you hear Makoto whisper in a gentle way, “Open your mouth a little bit, Tobio.”
A moment later, Kageyama follows the advice and his lips depart lightly. He finally relaxes, leaving his jaw to open freely and releasing some of the tension that was making his movements rigid. He forgets about all his worries and now he can finally feel you. He can’t believe he is kissing you! Your lips are on his, warm, soft, and he can hear your breathing being a little quicker than normal. Are you as excited about this as he is?
After a while you pull away, your eyes reopening and staring right into his–that have been open the entire time–with an indecipherable expression.
“Your lips are so soft,” he says, and your already obvious blush deepens even more.
“Yours too.”
Then you realise that Makoto has been watching the two of you the whole time and a spike of embarrassment hits you like a slap in the face. “Mako… you… uhm…”
You really don’t know what to say, but when you finally manage to look him in the eyes you notice an expression you are not familiar with. Once again, your brain decides to try and fight the awkwardness with some silly humour. “What are you staring at… do you want to kiss him too?”
Kageyama makes a strangled noise, and he’s about to say something when Makoto replies, “No offence, but it’s not him I’d like to kiss.” He has a bizarre smile on his face and you can swear that there must be something weird in the air today because you’ve never seen him be so blunt before. Is this how he usually is with his girlfriends? Why are you even thinking about his girlfriends?!
“It’s not him you’d-” you start repeating, confused, but Makoto leans close to you, strokes the back of your head, holding you gently, and closes the distance between the two of you, his lips now on yours as you feel that your head could just explode, a small puff the only trace remaining.
Makoto’s kiss is so different. He’s clearly more experienced, more comfortable; he takes his time to taste you, his lips soft on yours, his fingers running through your hair. Just these light touches are enough to have some warmth crawl from the base of your stomach. What's happening to you?
You almost interrupt the kiss when you feel a hand pressing lightly on your shoulder and the very next moment you feel Tobio's mouth pressing against the crook of your neck. You would have never expected him to take the initiative and you bring your hand to his nape, caressing him gently and encouraging him to continue. The way your fingers slowly run along his skin sends a shiver down Kageyama’s spine and it's a feeling he's not going to forget soon.
Makoto opens his lids just enough to see the scene unfolding in front of him and it sends a rush of desire through his entire body. Now that he knows that you’re completely alright with this–it’s evident by the way your body relaxed under their touch, by the way you pull at his shirt with one hand while keeping Kageyama close with the other–he can go a bit further. He bites your bottom lip lightly, following the movement with a little pull. Your eyes open in surprise and meet his green ones, and your heart skips a beat when you see how bright they became with his content smile.
Tobio is insecure about what to do, but he is sure that what he’s doing right now is not enough for him. In the spur of the moment, his tongue peeks out and he starts tasting your skin. You quickly reply with the tiniest moan and extend your neck, giving him more space to work with.
You're so soft and… receptive. When you entangle your fingers in his hair, pulling at it lightly, Tobio smiles, his heartbeat accelerating once more.
Makoto soon ups his game too, and as soon as your lips depart a little more, he’s quick to brush his tongue on your upper lip, outlining its soft skin, meeting your own tongue. He tastes like beer. You start to look for contact more and more, losing yourself in the warm embrace that is making butterflies fly wildly in your stomach.
When Kageyama reaches a certain spot on your neck, a quiet, but perceptible moan leaves your lips. Makoto pulls away slowly and leans toward Kageyama, murmuring, “Try sucking that spot, Tobio.”
The dark-haired boy glances at the other briefly and puts himself to work, sucking your soft skin and eliciting another moan out of you.
If he keeps this up, he’s going to leave a mark, but even though the thought passes through your mind, you couldn't care less. You don't even have the time to care, because the moment you meet eyes with Makoto, he’s quick to kiss you again and the moment he feels your hand on his chest, caressing him gently, he soon leaves your lips to whisper close to your ear, “Can I touch you more?”
You assent, your voice sweet and just a little shy, and he can’t help the stir in his pants at the bashful expression you make when you feel him gently pressing his hand on your breast. Your bra is soft and Makoto wonders if it’s that light blue lace one he saw you run off to your room with after you forgot it on the heater where you had put it to dry.
Maybe he’ll discover it later.
You're starting to go crazy. A part of you is still unsure on what's going on, but another part is quickly gaining ground and that part is all about how good this all feels.
You realise that you want more and your left hand slowly leaves Kageyama's nape to position on his thigh instead. You caress it gently, patiently, the sound of the polyester of his white pants reaching your ear, until you start moving a little further up.
Kageyama's mouth stops when you cup his bulge with your hand and for a moment he doesn't know what to do. His breath stutters when you start moving your hand up and down along his shaft and he feels that if he won't find something to distract himself he will lose it.
So he cups your breast, the one that is not being touched by Makoto, while his eyes lock on your face, turned toward his friend in a kiss he desperately wants to take part in.
“I want to kiss you too.” Kageyama’s voice is a murmur and it seems like he’s really trying not to sound whiny, but the hint of dissatisfaction in his voice is what actually lures you in, and you leave Makoto’s lips to turn toward the dark-haired boy, a sweet smile on your face.
“Then kiss me,” you say gently, and wait for his move, enjoying every drop of surprise that sparkles in his ocean-blue eyes. Tobio leans closer and presses his lips on yours. This time he’s trying to take the lead and he soon surprises you when his tongue peeks out, looking for yours. 
Oh, his kisses are getting better and better, his movements less stiff and his lips softer on you, but you soon realise you're neglecting Makoto. So you lower your hand from his chest to his stomach and even from over the shirt you can feel how defined his abs are. You wouldn't admit it to yourself but you've always wanted to touch them.
As your hand keeps going down, you finally reach the hem of his pants and you slide your hand under it, finding Makoto's bulge happy to make your acquaintance. Even if there are still his boxers hindering your movements, Makoto releases a shaky breath and your core quickly warms up at the sound.
"Okay, wait a moment." You pull away from the both of them and stand up from the couch, looking at them with a calculating look.
You have no idea where to start. You have no idea how to make everyone happy without leaving anyone behind. What kind of position should you all get in? Are you really gonna do this? How far will you take it?
Finally, resolution paints itself on your face. "Tobio, please rest your back on the corner of the couch."
You wait for him to oblige before continuing. "Makoto, you should stay behind me and… well… you'll decide what to do."
You feel way too hot right now, so you just tug at your shirt and take it off, throwing it on the corner of the table.
Your bra is light blue and made with lace. Makoto was right.
You step forward and put one hand on the armrest and the other on the back pillow in order to hover over Kageyama. You lean in and kiss him again, this time being the first one to use your tongue, not scared to go too fast anymore.
Kageyama gladly accepts your kiss and hesitantly places his hands on your sides, caressing your naked skin. He loves the feeling of your warm skin under his fingers.
Meanwhile, Makoto witnesses a view he never thought he would. With one knee near the back of the couch and the other between Kageyama's legs, your ass, wrapped in some jeans shorts, is absolutely amazing. He gets up from the couch and positions himself behind you, his hands placing themselves on your hips and gently caressing them. He leans over, placing wet kisses on your back, and then he leaves your hips just long enough to take off his shirt.
While you and Kageyama continue to kiss–Kageyama's hands are slowly moving up from your sides– Makoto lets his hands wander toward your stomach. They are so warm and big and you love the way they feel on your skin. His fingers get closer and closer to the hem of your shorts, and then he finally reaches the little metallic button, unclasping it and pushing your shorts down while caressing your hips.
Your right hand leaves the armrest to travel along Kageyama's chest, going down, down, down. You reach for his bulge again and you soon pull at the hem of both his shorts and boxers. It takes him a while to take the hint, engrossed in the kiss as he is, but then he finally complies, leaving your lips and pulling both of the clothes down his thighs.
You smile at him and look at his shaft. It's erected, a little swollen and absolutely pretty. A bead of precum is gathered on the tip and you brush it with your thumb, lubricating his head before you start jerking him off.
Kageyama's breath becomes a series of little pants and you smirk good-naturedly at how sensitive he is, but your smirk soon transforms into a gasp when you feel Makoto's fingers on your clothed core.
He tried being patient, but he can't really let you two have all the fun. His fingers slide up and down slowly and he leans in close to you, helping himself with a hand on the couch, capturing every quick little breath you make.
You're wet. You know it and now he knows it too, the damp spot on your panties impossible to miss.
"Can I move them aside?" Makoto murmurs in your ears.
"Yes," you reply without a trace of hesitation, and the moment he does and his digits dip into you lightly, a moan flows in the air.
Your voice is addicting to Kageyama. He wants to hear you more, so he finally moves his hands and unclasps your bra. It takes a couple of attempts, but when your breasts are finally free he brings his mouth to one of your nipples, his blue eyes checking your face while he sucks at the sensitive nub.
Needless to say, your face is a painting of pleasure. There is so much going on and all of it is so pleasant.
“This position is a little uncomfortable,” Makoto says after a while, his fingers still sliding along your folds. “Maybe we could change it.”
You turn toward him, your face red and your heart eager. “How would you…?”
Makoto slides your pants and panties down completely, pulling them off of you with your help and then goes lying on the floor. It’s a little ridiculous, seeing him like that.
“What are you doing?” You ask, half curious, half amused.
“Place your knees here,” he says, tapping the parts of the rug on the sides of his shoulders.
You look at him with a confused smile, but then you realise. “Oh…” You're a little embarrassed, but also very intrigued.
Are you really going to let him do that now? You’re not ready… right?
Despite your thoughts, your body moves on its own volition and you do exactly as he says, sitting over his face.
“And now, Tobio, stand in front of y/n.”
Then it all clicks. Kageyama positions himself in front of you and you pull down his pants and boxers some more, placing your hands on his hips after that.
Meanwhile, Makoto grabs your hips and lowers you down.
A gasp fills the air when he starts brushing your folds with his tongue, slow movement after slow movement, your pleasure so intense it takes you a moment to adjust.
Then you put yourself to work too. Your fingers curl on Tobio's length and, while maintaining eye contact, you give it a long lick from the base to the tip. He stops breathing and swallows. He can’t get his eyes off of you. You're beautiful and so fucking sexy right now. The view from up there is something he never imagined. Your eyes meeting his, your tongue twirling on his head, your nipples all perky and free.
And under it there's Makoto. Only his hair is visible but Tobio can hear the noise he makes every now and then when gives a suck to your clit. And it's in those moments you moan, the vibration spreading to his cock when you finally take it in your mouth and start bobbing your head slowly.
It's enthralling. Between the open-mouthed breathing and the sucking sounds, the air seems filled with a lustful fog.
Makoto can feel his shaft push his boxers and he moves one hand down to fix it a little. Even that touch is enough for him to realise how much he wants to be pampered too, but he knows his turn will arrive. Instead, he decides to focus on you and brings that same hand up to your thigh. A moment later, he inserts one of his fingers inside you, slowly, waiting to hear your reaction.
You mewl sweetly and lower your hips a little, looking for more contact, so he soon pushes in another finger too.
It's so nice to receive and give at the same time. You never thought it could be this good. It's a little hard to focus, that's true, but it's totally worth it.
You glance at Tobio again and see his cheeks red and his eyes fixed on you. It's flattering, the way he looks at you. You could swear there's adoration in his gaze. You grab one of his hands, which was leaning on his side, and bring it to the back of your head.
After a deep suck of his shaft, you leave it for a moment and look at him sweetly. "Push me just a little bit, okay?"
"Push?" Tobio's voice is shocked and Makoto lets out a quiet laugh that has you mewl in surprise, the reverberation of his voice yet another stimulation to your folds as he licks them lovingly.
Then Tobio does as you asked, he pushes your head gently, his fingers entangled in your hair as you envelop his member once more. It's as if a spell was cast on you and your walls clench around Makoto's fingers, but you're so wet now he can still slide them easily inside you.
"I, I might come if you…" Kageyama's voice is strained, his fingers curling in your hair, his abs contracting, and you feel Makoto tapping on your leg before he leaves your core.
"Not yet. Don't you think, y/n?"
You stop and somehow understand exactly what Makoto means.
"Do you want to lie down now, Tobio?" Makoto adds.
Kageyama looks puzzled, and his hand reluctantly leaves your head while he studies every movement of you and Makoto.
Less than a minute later, the places are switched, but with a big difference. It's not Tobio's face lying under you, but his throbbing cock. When you take it in your hand and align it to your core, your breath shakes and you quietly gasp in surprise when Tobio bucks his hips up to close the distance between the two of you.
You are so hot. This is the only thing Kageyama can think about at first, his cock fully sheathed in you, your sleek walls enveloping him so perfectly. When you start slowly moving up and down, he can't help but groan softly, both at the sensation and at the view of your ass falling down on him over and over again. He only stops himself from bucking his hips up any more because he's unquestionably sure that if he did, he would cum.
You almost can't believe that you're doing this. Not only is Kageyama losing his virginity with you, but he's doing that while you straddle him on the floor of your shared living room. He's doing that while Makoto kneels in front of you and clashes his lips against yours, his hands wandering across your body.
There's something inebriating in the overload of sensory information. Makoto's tongue dances with yours while you lower yourself on Tobio over and over again. His hands wander on your body while your right hand reaches for his cock. It's both surreal and natural, in a way that you can't fully elaborate.
Makoto briefly stops the kiss when you start moving your hand up and down his shaft, and you can feel his warm breath on your lips, his eyes closed as he gets a little bit closer to you.
“I’m… I’m gonna,” Kageyama’s thighs tense up below you and you raise yourself just in time for him to spill the white warmth on the back of your thigh, his voice a deep, soft groan, his hands clenching against your ass.
For some reason, you chuckle. Maybe it’s embarrassment, or maybe it’s exhilaration, you can’t really say, but you have no time to ponder about it since Makoto is quick to grab your chin softly and turn your gaze at him. “Let me make you cum.”
If your body was hot before, now it’s burning. Since when was Makoto this direct and confident? It’s like a switch was turned and it will take you a while to get used to it. Not that you mind. In fact, you quite love it.
Meanwhile, Kageyama disappears in the corridor, the water running in the bathroom just a distant sound to your ears.
You nod and let Makoto take the lead, and not long after you’re on your four, Makoto behind you, his hands on your hips, his cock throbbing at your entrance. “Ready?” he asks, his voice needy and warm.
“Yes,” you reply with anticipation.
He would never dream to do it if you had just started, but Makoto knows that by now your walls are ready enough for him to do as his instinct wants to. So he bucks his hips and bottoms out in one strong thrust, making you moan out loud in an almost obscene voice that only makes him want to do it again.
And he does it again. He pounds into you relentlessly, his cock reaching deep inside you, your walls sucking him in, your mouth agape as sweet sounds flow from it.
You're completely enthralled by Makoto, his movements stirring lust inside of you, his warmth matching yours. How can he move so well? It's only after a while that you notice that Kageyama has come back.
He's staring at you, at your pleasure-contracted face, at your bouncing breasts, and, well, he’s hard again.
As if hit by a spell, you pull him by the wrist, making him sit close to you, and you lower yourself on your elbows, your face now dangerously close to his member.
The moment Makoto sees you lower your head on Kageyama's shaft he groans quietly, the view somehow enticing, and he slows his pace a little to let you find the right rhythm.
Kageyama is panting softly, his eyes locked on your flushed face, his thighs tensing up, and he reaches for one of your breasts, cupping it softly and then twisting your nipple between his fingers.
You think you might go crazy. This is so much, but this is nothing compared to what Makoto is going to do to you.
First, he hastens his pace, his hips smacking into yours whilst he keeps you in place with his hands on your hips. Then, he lowers on you, his right hand snaking down your stomach and reaching for your clit.
You feel so good it feels unreal. Makoto's fingers draw quick, precise circles on your clit and you moan with your mouth full, making Kageyama pant harder, the reverberation of your voice on his cock something mesmerising.
Makoto's thrusts, his caresses on your clits, the taste of pre-cum on your tongue, Kageyama's fingers twisting your by now overstimulated nub, it all fills your head, incapable of feeling the single sensations blending together into ecstasy. Your climax arrives overwhelming as a tsunami, your legs shaking, your breathing laboured, your view white.
Your moans resonate in Tobio's ears and he bites his lip as he cums, pulling your head up from his throbbing cock just in time.
Your walls clench around Makoto's cock and he cums, pulling out right before spilling his white warmth on your soft ass.
All that is left is heavy pants lazily filling the room and the dazed looks on your satisfied faces.
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REI has the most basic cock of all the boys. It's average, both in length and thickness. But he has the most gorgeous purple-blue veins going around it. His main move is to eat you out till you come twice on his tongue and then fuck your pussy with no mercy. He is calm and patient, edging you over and over again, knowing exactly which buttons to push to keep you right at the precipice . He loves hearing your squeals and gasps and can keep fucking you till you're absolutely spent all over him. At which point, Rei will clean you up himself and lay with you stroking your hair till you fall asleep. He's soft.
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oobbbear · 3 months
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I want to post this here too because I’ve seen it happen a few times
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Please understand that there are cultural differences and language differences, if you see this happening let the person clarify what they meant, that person might just not be familiar with words the western side of the internet use
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aeyumicore · 2 months
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☾ .⭒˚ business trip ♡ zayne x afab reader
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⋆.˚ ☾ pairing: zayne x afab!reader (very fem!reader)
☾ .⭒˚ genre: smut, pwp, pwf
⋆.˚ ☾ word count: 6.7k (good lord)
☾ .⭒˚ content warning: mdni, tiny reference/spoiler to lore, explicit sexual content, pure pure filth, dubcon if you squint really really really hard, size kink, unprotected sex, breeding kink, oral sex (f!receiving), lots of making out, finger fucking, tongue fucking, cum as lube, finger sucking, choking, slight inappropriate use of evol, slight use of y/n, dom!zayne
⋆.˚ ☾ video link: not necessary to watch in order to read and enjoy, but i highly recommending watching the memory for context and a visual for the fic! https://youtu.be/JAQ22yAhnUI?si=bfOLaJ-byJMyT9Vn
☾ .⭒˚ a/n: as promised she is here! this is based of the five-star card ‘business trip.’ a lot of the initial dialogue is from that card's story, with some small changes. this contains very tiny spoilers/references to some of the lore (honestly not really, if you’re reading this you’re probably addicted to the game enough to know the reference).
this is my very first finished fan fic/smut! i’m used to writing research papers and lab reports, so i am still learning to write fiction/dialogue! please be kind :) also fun fact i was writing this in first person but then decided to switch to second person so if there’s any stray grammar errors i apologize lol search and replace is so wonky
if you can’t tell i am absolutely feral for zayne and need to thirst for him with fellow zayne simps. my dumbass cannot write porn without a shit ton of plot/feelings. hope you enjoy!!
⋆.˚ ☾ 18+ only ☾ .⭒˚ minors dni ⋆.˚ ☾ 18+ only ☾ .⭒˚ minors dni ⋆.˚ ☾
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people who didn’t know zayne would assume that he was a cold person, and you couldn't really blame them. as a world renowned cardiac surgeon, and the chief cardiac surgeon of a massive metropolitan hospital, he had become an expert at control, especially that of his emotions. he let the world know only what he wanted them to know, and he was extremely selective about who he let truly know him. 
having been zayne’s girlfriend for a few months now, you had the privilege of being on the receiving end of his rare affections. and while he was undeniably blunt and straightforward, you knew he was anything but cold. under the winter blizzard that was his exterior, zayne was warmer than the summer sun. 
but despite being intimately familiar with zayne’s affections, you couldn’t help but be disappointed when he picked you up from the train station returning home from your ten day mission. after months of dating, you were no stranger to the cardiac surgeon’s distaste of pda and need for professionalism, but after ten days apart you couldn’t help but be disheartened by his nonchalance when picking you up.
so when he put on a random movie and sat on your couch, you couldn’t help but pout and prop your knees up to your chest on the seat cushion next to him. 
“do you have a question for me, zayne?” you rested your head on your left hand that was leaning up on the sofa back. his face snapped to yours from the tv screen, eyes lighting up with amusement. they bore straight into your own, making you want to squirm in your seat. even without touching you, zayne was always able to make your blood heat and your skin singe. 
“what do you mean?” his tone held the faintest trace of humor and you had a feeling he knew exactly what you meant but wanted to hear you say the words. 
feeling emboldened by his teasing obliviousness, you deftly swung one of your legs over his lap, and effectively straddled him on the couch. his hands instinctively gravitated to gently rest on the plush of your hips. you squeaked in surprise at the feel of his ice cold hands against your exposed waist, your shirt having ridden up. you could feel the distinct outline of something you’d terribly missed on your time away, and it made you harshly bite your lip to suppress the sounds your body tried to force out of your mouth.
the corner of his lips raised at you, the faint ghost of a smirk gracing his face. he murmurs softly, his voice sending shivers straight down your spine while his fingers danced down with it, “how was your trip? was it okay?” 
still sulking, you whined, “not at first. after all, i could always see you whenever i wanted to.” your hands softly ran down the smooth fabric of his suit vest, drifting over his expensive tie, “then slowly i got used to it.” you shifted in his lap, intentionally grinding gently, hoping to provoke any sort of reaction from him. you needed him to be as affected by you as you were by him. 
“got used to being alone again? right?” besides his growing erection, he was as calm and collected as always. in your frustration at his nonchalance, you missed the little signs of zayne losing the tight grip he always had on his control. his grip tightening ever so slightly on your hips, the brief but sharp intake of his breath, his jaw slackening gently as he bit the inside of his cheek. 
exasperated, you climbed off his lap and settled back into your seat beside him. with zayne, it could often be difficult to tell when he was teasing or genuinely oblivious. and your own frustrations were clouding your perception to any of the little indicators that he was anything but in complete control of the situation.
“sure, but it’s not…” you trailed off feeling embarrassed, eyes falling to your hands on your lap. maybe you were being too needy? 
gripping your chin in his thumb and index finger, he lifted your head to meet his deep green eyes again, “indeed, it’ll become dull regardless.” the unmistakable sound of need in his voice as his piercing eyes locked yours in place was beginning to utterly derail your thoughts. 
you cover his eyes with both your hands, unable to stand his intense stare, “you’ve been staring at me.” 
“but i can’t see you like this,” the amusement in his voice is undeniable. 
“shhh. that’s the point.”
gently, he pries your hands off his face without much resistance, “let me see you.” his eyes once again found yours, holding bits of amusement, adoration, and hunger. you averted your eyes and childishly stuck your tongue out at him. 
“you wanted me to say something?” the teasing in his voice transparent as glass.
unable to contain yourself any longer, you whine, “why did you act so normally at the train station? i was disappointed.” craving his skin on yours, you reach your right hand out to gently brush your fingers over his lips. he wraps his much larger hand over yours and moves it to cup his cheek. turning his head ever so slightly, his lips ghost the inside of your palm with a delicate kiss. 
when he finally speaks, his voice has dropped to an octave that sends waves of pure primal pleasure coursing straight down to your core, “what did you want me to do in front of all those people?” 
biting back the shiver threatening to unleash through your body, you continue with your petulant ramblings, “we haven’t seen each other for a few days. didn’t you miss or worry about me?”
“the weather was nice there and you responded to all my text messages. so you must have been fine,” he gently plays with your hand, still enclosed in his. “now tell me, is there something you want to tell me?” 
you could tell zayne knew exactly what you wanted to say and what you wanted him to say. but ever the tease, he wanted you to say it aloud. 
“tell me what you want,” he’d always demand with his lengthy slender fingers stuffed deep inside you, thumb pressing harshly on your clit. forcing you to say the words. 
“i…missed you,” you confess through hooded eyelids, only daring to peer up at him through your eyelashes. your own daydreams were causing a dampening puddle to form at the apex of your legs which you squeezed shut tightly, embarrassed at how eager you were for him.
in a flash, his hand released yours to snatch the remote off the coffee table and shut the movie off, turning to face you again. his sudden movement snapped you out of your filthy reminiscing, “why did you turn off the tv?”
forcefully, he cups the back of your neck, entangling his fingers in your hair, pulling you closer until his face is a mere inch from yours, eyes glancing fleetingly to your lips. you could feel his minty breath against your lips and it made you unleash the uncontrollable shiver you’d been suppressing, “are we really here for a movie?” 
breathlessly and defiantly, you pushed him further, “isn’t that what you wanted?” your hands gripped his bicep, reveling in the taut bundle of muscles that you’d imagined far too many times on your trip, taking you so forcefully every night prior. 
“i’ve changed my mind now. is that okay?” and with that zayne closes the short distance between the two of you, capturing your lips with his. 
you couldn’t help but moan at the feel of his icy lips on yours after far too long, far too many lonely nights. he greedily swallowed it, hands moving to tangle deeper in your hair. zayne’s lips were always a pleasant blend of winter ice but also a home-like warmth, the feeling absolutely addicting. a feeling reserved just for you.
zayne pushed you down softly, until your back met the cushioned sofa. he parted your thighs and settled between them, hovering above you.
“such a brat. did you want me to take you like this in front of everyone at the station?” he murmured, hands leaving you to loosen his tie. the unbelievably erotic sight had your knees weakening, the dampness between your legs intensifying. they instinctively clenched at the feeling, which zayne noticed immediately, evident by his satisfied smirk.
“tell me how much you missed me,” he demanded softly and firmly as his hands found their way under your shirt, teasing the skin of your naval and dancing up just below the swell of your breasts. his cold touch pulled a needy whimper from you and your pelvis arched up seeking any kind of friction against his body. zaynes actions fried your brain, rendering it nearly impossible for you to process what he was asking of you.
suddenly his hands abandoned your chest and he raised his hips so your bodies no longer touched, to your dismay. the loss in friction had you whimpering pathetically for him. instead, his hand made its way to your mouth and his thumb pressed into the parting of your lips, “answer me.”
“wh-what? what did you ask?” you panted dumbly, tongue intentionally grazing his thumb and savoring the salty taste of his frosty skin. you could see his erection growing against the restraint of his slacks at the feel of your tongue eagerly tasting him. 
using his free hand, he ghosted it against your jeans covered cunt, just barely catching on your clit. squeezing your eyes shut, you gasped and hoped he couldn’t feel how embarrassingly wet you already were for him, despite him only just having touched you. his touch was light and fleeting, just enough to leave you starving for more. 
his thumb, still in your mouth, pressed down firmly on your tongue. this time, he asked more forcefully, “tell me how much you missed me baby.” his domineering attitude short circuited your brain and once again all you could do was moan and thrust into his hand. zayne, dissatisfied with your repeated lack of response, pinched your clit, roughly enough to snap you back into reality and leave you panting for more. the truth came tumbling out so fast you had no time to be ashamed at how desperate he’d made you.
“s’much, i missed you so much zaayne,” you slurred, unable to articulate your words through the lust, “thought ‘bout you ev’ry night.” you reached up to run your fingers through the dampening black bangs that rested against his eyes. “missed you s’much zayne. need you s’bad.” 
his gorgeous green eyes darkened and he shut them, “fuck.” 
satisfied with your begging, he bent down to capture your lips with his once more, pressing his erection against your heat, grinding torturously slowly. his tongue swiped across your bottom lip, demanding access to what was his. you happily granted him entrance, enjoying the feel of his tongue against yours. enjoying the taste of him so intimately close to you. 
he pulled away, groaning, “do you want to know why i acted so normally when i saw you at the train station?” you whined at him pulling away, having thoroughly gotten over your previous brattiness and just wanting nothing more than him to utterly devour you. you reached your hand up to cup his cheek again, trying to guide his lips back to yours and shut him up. you continued to grind into his erection, rutting needily into his crotch, completely and utterly desperate for him. you were at the point of no return, and not even your own embarrassingly unabashed horniness could shame you into stopping.
instead, he affectionately leans into your hand and shuts his eyes, like a cat purring into a palm. the pure adoration mixed with the fiery sexual tension enveloping the air surrounding you was absolutely suffocating. and you were positively addicted. 
he put his hand over yours, holding it lovingly against his cheek, “even in front of all those people, i knew once i saw you again–” he brought your joined palms to his lips and grazed a fleeting kiss against your skin, then released your hand.
continuing, “if i touched you again after all that time –” he bent down over you to gently graze his teeth against your racing pulse, suckling and nibbling carefully while his other hand cupped your sex again to which you eagerly ground into. his long slender fingers teased your slit, paying special attention to your aching clit.
he continued his ministrations on your pussy, his breathy rasps right next to your ear,  “i knew i wouldn’t be able to stop.” 
his words snapped the coil that had been building in your core from the moment your eyes landed at him at the train station. you whined as your thighs trembled to a halt against his fingers. the culmination of it all, missing him terribly for ten days, the feel of his perfect body pressed against yours, the incessant teasing, but especially his confession, led to your quick unraveling. covering your eyes in sheer embarrassment, you came against his hand, still completely dressed. 
zayne peered down at his soaked hand, voice low, vaguely amused, and unbelievably turned on, “did you just cum, love?” 
embarrassed, hands still covering your reddening face, you wailed, “y-yes..i’m sorry!” 
“don’t hide from me y/n,” his fingers, covered in your slick, pried your hands away from your eyes. “did my little brat miss me that much? she’s so eager for me she came just from humping my hand huh?” 
you nodded enthusiastically, despite the sheer embarrassment, determined to please the man before you, “missed you more than anything. needed you s’bad. haven’t felt you inside me in s’long.” he swore lowly under his breath, barely audible, his control slipping. 
“i’m sorry for not behaving the way you expected at the train station, my love,” he rose away from you, undoing his loosened tie. “let me show you how much i missed you.” his words unleashed butterflies in your stomach as you watched him shed his clothing, layer by layer. zayne was truly something sculpted out of legends. as his long fingers expertly unbuttoned his white collared shirt you pressed your palm against his hard stomach and murmured, “wait let’s go to my bed.”
but he didn’t stop, instead arching his eyebrow at you, “did you think i was joking?” 
your eyes snapped away from the contours of his abs leading to the dusting of his pubic hair, not at all able to follow what he was talking about. “s-sorry?”
he chuckled, finally shedding his expensive white shirt somewhere on your apartment floor. he crawled back to hover over you and deftly removed your bottoms and panties, then spreading your thighs apart and using his own leg to keep them propped open. 
“we’ve already started, and i won’t be able to stop any time soon.”
you shivered at his words and hooked your arms around his neck, pressing your lips against his. the kiss was bruisingly passionate and messy, his tongue exploring all the places he longed for the past week and a half. with one hand he gripped your hair, and with the other he skillfully unhooked your bra and caressed your nipple with his fingertips. you whimpered into his mouth as he played with your body in ways only he knew would have you completely ruined. wanting to please him too, you reached your hand down to release his cock from its confines and grasp it in your hand. it stood completely rock hard against his naval, his prominent vein bulging and throbbing in your hand. because of zayne’s evol, he always ran very cold. his skin was often icy to the touch, but his manhood always burned your palms, blazing so deliciously hot. 
you held it tight in your hand, jerking up and down gently but forcefully. teasing the underside of the head with your thumb, you briefly panicked at how he would fit inside you after so many days not being stretched to accommodate him. his manhood was like him in every way: intimidating, imposing, and glorious. 
zayne pulled away from your lips, burying his face into the crook of your neck and biting into the soft skin there. the most erotic groans spilled out of his lips against you, but his hand gripped your fist halting your movements. through gritted teeth, he seethed, “stop.” 
scared you’d hurt him, you instantly snatched your hand away. he noticed the guilt on your face and half-smiled reassuringly, “i was about to finish all over your pretty little stomach from just your hands. this is how much i’ve missed you.” the more he spoke, the more your next orgasm was building, your body aching for his with every filthy word he uttered. 
his hands gripped the small of your back and lifted you slightly, giving him access to remove your top and unlatched bra. his eyes hungrily roamed all over your body until they settled on your eyes, “you are the most beautiful thing i will ever set eyes on, in all my lives.” 
your head tilted, intrigued by his choice of words, “all your lives? have you discovered the secret of reincarnation, dr. zayne?.” zayne chuckled, but did not respond, instead kneeling completely naked and god-like before you and you couldn’t help but beg, “p-please zayne.” 
he smirked, confident as ever, hands reaching down to ghost right above your pussy, hovering so close but not touching, “please what, baby? use your words, you can do that for me, right?'” 
you bit your lip, trying to grind your crotch into his hand, whining when he shifted to dodge your advances. 
“tell me what you want.” 
unable to take the teasing any further, “p-please jus’ touch me, anything, please.” 
“my girl is so damn needy.” finally he sets his fingers against your soaking slit, slipping his lengthy middle finger in. throwing your head back, you moaned arching your back off the couch, rutting into his digit. 
“so desperate for me,” he practically purred, pumping his single finger in and out, “did you have to use your own fingers when you were away?” 
“y-yess thought of you every time,” you moaned, “p-please, more.” you shrieked in pure ecstasy as you felt his lips find your sensitive nipple while simultaneously inserting his index finger. 
zayne has always been hyper fixated on your breasts. the way the skin pebbled under his touch, the way the plush fat felt underneath the massage of his palms, but mostly the way you writhed under the lathering of his tongue. while his fingers forked in and out of you, his tongue swirled dizzying circles around the peak of your breasts. he nibbles, gentle but still enough to make you yelp. you can feel his smile against your skin as he suckles soothingly. he alternates between the two, never wanting to leave the other one neglected. your pleasure is the most important thing to him, a job he takes seriously. only when you’re a squirming whimpering mess does he feel satisfied. 
pleased with his work, he detached from your chest, trailing down further. he leaves a path of kisses down your torso until he finds himself facing his main course. as he admires your throbbing cunt, his fingers still scissoring in and out of it, his tongue swipes against his lips. the hunger in his eyes is evident, as if pondering all the different ways he could devour you. finally, he graces your pussy with his attentive lips, wrapping around your clit and just barely grazing with his teeth. 
zayne ate like a man positively starved, his tongue working magic on your body. he suckled diligently on the bud, making the filthiest slurping noises. your toes curled, resting on his broad hard shoulders, and your thighs clenched around his jaw. with his free hand, he sought your nipple out, pinching gently against the pebbled skin, ravishing absolutely every inch of your body. he shifted downwards until his tongue was inside you, his nose rubbing against your clit delivering such relentless mind-numbing pleasure. his tongue fucked you earnestly and through the blood pounding in your ears you could hear him moaning at the taste of your juices, dripping down his chin. 
zayne inserts his fingers again, tongue going back to lap diligently at your clit, “you can take another one cant you?” he grunted against your most sensitive region, his breath a warm caress. 
you sat up weakly on your elbows, absolutely winded from the blinding pleasure but determined to keep up with him, “i can! i can!” 
“that’s my girl.” he inserts another finger, stuffing you completely full. moaning unabashedly, you latched onto his hair and fucked yourself onto his fingers. “you taste so fucking good. couldn’t stop thinking about you, spread out for just me, while you were gone.” his filthy words went straight to your core and you felt your next orgasm building at an alarming rate. 
“zayne zayne zayne,” you chanted, completely fucked out, “please d-don’ stop.” his fingers quickened inside you, the lewd wet sounds of his fingers pounding against your skin filling the room. while keeping himself buried inside you, he shifted on top of you until his face was right in front of yours, eyes gazing into you deeply. zayne crashed his lips onto yours once more, forcing his tongue in, claiming every part of you. not that you objected at all. 
his kiss was so unbelievably filled with need, showing you just how much he had missed you. his entire mouth tasted of you, lips so wet from a mix of your spend and his saliva. the passion of it all was enough to send you reeling towards your second orgasm. nails digging into his bicep, you tried to warn him that you were just about to come undone all over his hand. with his three fingers stuffed in you, he used his thumb to rub harsh circles on your clit, sending you reeling over the cliff of pleasure
“that’s it, juust like that baby. cum for me,” he cooed. you were a babbling slurring mess as you trembled on his fingers, releasing all over his hand. he continued to gently pump in and out of you, helping you ride out the waves of your orgasm. you fought to stay conscious as the overwhelming pleasure of two climaxes bled into the sting of overstimulation. 
weakly swatting at his hand still inside your puffy cunt, “s’too much zayne. s’too sensitive.” he finally removed his hand, the sudden emptiness drawing a gasp from your lips. zayne brought his absolutely drenched fingers to his mouth, devouring your slick off of them.
“absolutely perfect,” he groaned, removing them and gripping the underside of your thighs. in one swift motion he pulled hard and had you pushed up against his own body, your rear end elevated to brush right up against his hard body, his unbelievably erect cock.
tapping his member against your sopping cunt he gave you a lopsided smile, “you still with me love?” 
you sat up, unable to take your eyes off of where zayne’s body would connect with yours. following your eyes, he takes his manhood in his hand and teases it up and down, “i expect an answer when i speak to you y/n.”
your mind was mush and your body was still staggering from the sheer amount of pleasure zayne had just given you, but you knew you needed more. you needed him and you needed him inside you. 
peering into his eyes from underneath your eyelashes, you mewled, “z-zaayne. i need you. i can’t wait any more” 
he swore under his breath, his voice a deep sensual rasp, “so damn eager for me. don’t worry, you will have me, many many times tonight.” you shivered at his words, a hard and fast promise, as he lined up his cock with your entrance. 
“two of ten,” he muttered under his breath, teasing his head against your clit, causing your body to tremble uncontrollably as he smeared your combined arousals all over your cunt, better than any medical grade lube. zayne always had so much pre cum from edging himself, always putting your pleasure above anything else, before himself.
“ten what?”
a heart stopping cocky smirk graced his beautiful pale face, “you’ve been gone for ten days. i fully intend to make up for every single day tonight.” the full weight of what he was implying clicked and your eyes widened.
“th-there’s no way!” 
“isn’t this what you wanted? for me to show you how much i missed you?” he gave your pussy one last stern tap with his length, evoking a squeal from your lips as you squeezed your eyes tightly shut in anticipation. 
“i told you once i started i wouldn’t be able to stop.” and without waiting for you to protest further, zayne softly breached into your warm and waiting hole. you moaned in surprise at the massive stretch. the only reason he could enter you at all was because he had thoroughly prepped you with the two previous orgasms. the pain ebbed pleasure was undeniable as zayne stretched your body to the max. when you looked to see where his body was joined with yours, you gaped. he’d only managed to get his tip in. 
zayne fell forward slightly, gripping the underside of your thighs with a bruising intensity. his jaw was locked and he panted out, “please love, relax. relax for me. you’re squeezing me so fucking tight.”
“i’m tryin’, jus’ so big,” you whined, hands finding purchase in his soft hair. you took a deep breath, trying to loosen up, staring into his smoldering eyes while he pushed further into your guts.
“that’s it, such a good little slut for me. always so obedient,” he cooed, slowly but surely seating himself fully in your cunt. after ten days without him inside, it felt like losing your virginity all over again. but every single word he muttered went straight to the wet mess in between your joined bodies, helping to overcome the resistance.
the initial pace he set was torturously slow and passionate, his eyes only leaving yours when he threw his head back to groan deeply, as if unable to contain himself while he was inside you. any inklings of pain quickly dissolved into pure pleasure as his thick length burrowed deep inside. you watched zayne bask in the unstoppable stream of sounds that escaped your mouth, his body always taking yours in the most delicious ways. any embarrassment you previously felt went out the window as you made the most lewd and filthy cries for him. 
hooking your legs around his waist, you felt him brush against your cervix with his tip and realized even fully buried inside you, zayne’s length was not completely burrowed in your pussy. the sheer size of him made you clench around his thrusts, throbbing in ecstasy as he ravished your body. 
“so damn tight,” he groaned, the pace and force of his thrusts increasing, “gonna have to stretch you back out tonight, all night.” his thumb rubbed figure eights around your clit while you held onto your breasts for support as they bounced wildly from the growing intensity of his movements. the sight seemed to please him as he grunted and reached one of his hands to release your thigh and take a breast into his own hand, teasing the nipple between his finger tips. 
somehow even in your utterly fucked out state you were able able to moan out, “s’deep s’deep sooo good. please don’t stop. missed this s’much.”
the hand on your breast ventured upwards to gently close around your throat, with just enough pressure to leave you gasping in bliss, tears forming in the corners of your eyes. his fingers pressed into your pulse, “taking me so well. this pussy was made for me, huh?”
a stray tear of pure pleasure slipped from your eyes. zayne released your neck and swipes his thumb across your cheek, wiping away the fallen tear, “answer me y/n. who does this pussy belong to?”
“b-belongs t’you zayne,” you slurred, “allll yours, always.”
pleased, zayne folds your thighs into your chest, until your knees are nearly touching your breasts. planting one foot on the seat of the couch, he begins thrusting with an entirely new vigor. the new angle allows him even deeper, cock brushing against all your deepest, favorite places. drool dribbled from the side of your mouth as you cried out repeatedly in pleasure. his body was so satisfyingly heavy, imposing, and large against yours, a stark reminder of the sheer size difference between you. 
he shoved his hand between your two bodies to rest on your stomach, pressing down, “can you feel how deep i am love? can you feel me here?”
frankly, you could feel him in your damn throat, “y-yes zayne, feel it s’deep. makin’ me feel so goood. please don’t stop.”
“don’t worry, don’t plan on ever stopping.” his promises drove you ever so close to your climax. you moaned, back arching off the couch so sharply that you were almost levitating. zayne took this opportunity to wrap his two large hands around your waist, hoisting you off the couch leaving you squealing as he picked you up like a rag doll, seating you back on his lap, a mixture of your arousals moistening your thighs. his cock sat tall against your stomach and you longed to be stuffed again.
“look at the mess you made,” he murmured, eyes trailing to the space you sat completely exposed on him. with one palm gripping your ass, he slid his other between you to collect your collective slick on his fingers and shove it gently back into you. you yelped but took this opportunity to lift yourself onto your knees and take his cock into your hands. zayne watched you with amused eyes allowing you to take control, if only for a brief moment, before regaining it. a creature of habit, zayne loved control. in the hospital, the operating room, and especially in the bedroom. or well the living room. 
you impaled yourself on his length once more, a gasping and groaning mess every inch of the way. he kneaded the plush of your ass adoringly, trying to soothe the pain from the stretch. in this position, zayne reached the deepest inside you, literally rearranging your guts. using your fleeting strength, you began bouncing up and down on him, his strong hands on your rear guiding you along, but letting you do the work. the corner of his lips were slightly quirked up as he watched you struggle to keep up any semblance of rhythm or pace.
“does my needy girl need my assistance?” 
determined to wipe the smug smirk off his unfairly handsome face, you shook your head vehemently and only rode him more vigorously. but as his cock continued to spear in and out of you, the overwhelming pleasure in your gut and the burning in your thighs took hold and your knees gave out. you slumped your head breathlessly against his hard chest, as he chuckled and planted a kiss against the top of your head. 
“don’t worry sweetheart, i’ve got you. let me take care of you.” with the help of his strong hands, he bounced you on his lap. his large muscular thighs flexed underneath you as your eyes rolled back. hours upon hours of surgeries honed zayne’s endurance and he bobbed you up and down like you weighed nothing at all. sitting on his lap like this, your abdomen was pushed right against his, your clit rubbing along his pelvis and your nipples dragged along his chest with each sinful thrust. 
“eyes on me,” he commanded, his grip on your ass tightening enough to leave marks. in your fucked out state you force your eyes to focus on his, as his cock continues to deliver you unimaginable pleasure. with his eyes locked on yours, zayne lets out a deep breathy moan and murmurs, “i missed you so much y/n.”
your heart swells, your stomach clenches and you knew you loved this man. the butterflies in your stomach must have manifested in your pussy clenching around zayne’s shaft, hard. he hisses, but before he can speak you take his face in both your hands and press your mouth to his, swallowing his moans.
the feel of his tongue claiming every inch of your mouth pushes you towards your third orgasm. your lips separate, a string of drool connecting them still, as zayne hammers into you. you drape your arms over his shoulders, clinging on while he pounds into your abused hole. your clit continues to brush against his slick soaked pubic hair and has you seeing actual stars. 
he bent down to capture your nipple with his mouth, absolutely devouring it. squealing, you arched into his mouth as your fingers clawed deep welts into his back while he ravished your breasts. he continued to bounce you on his lap, pace never faltering.
“m’close,” you warn over the erotic wet ‘pap pap pap’ sounds between you, “g’nna cum soon.”
“yeah? cum on me baby. need to feel you all over my cock,” his thrusts continue to hit your sweet spot and you feel as if you’re about to explode. at his command, you barrelled through your orgasm, digging your nails into his toned back. the pleasure was immeasurable as it coursed through every centimeter of your body. your head felt dizzy, toes curled, fingers clenched, nipples hardened further against him, and every nerve in your body sang for him. you wailed as he helped you ride out your orgasm, prolonging it as long as possible, still chasing his own pleasure. 
“that’s it love. make a mess all over me,” the over stimulation was starting to kick in again as zayne’s thighs and hands continued to rock you on his cock. 
“p-perfect, you’re so fucking perfect. do you know how many times i fucked my fist, thinking of this, while you were gone?” zayne was babbling now, and his cock was twitching persistently inside you. you could tell he was going to cum soon too. you held on for dear life as you willed yourself to withstand the overstimulation, wanting zayne to find release with you. it slowly ebbed into an addicting painful pleasure, making you uncontrollably squeeze your aching cunt around his throbbing cock. 
“f-fuck squeezing the soul out of me. i’m gonna cum,” he groaned into the crook of your neck.
“cum for me zayne i wan’ it so so bad you n-need it please. need your cum so bad,” you whined, squeezing your eyes shut feeling another orgasm approaching so so unbelievably fast.
just like he had before, he gripped your chin with one of his hands, “look at me. i need to see you when i cum.” you forced your eyes open and watched as he stared at you with such intense lust, need, and love.
“where do you want me?” he grunted, his thrusts stumbling and you could tell he was finally at the precipice of his own orgasm.
“i-inside please cum inside me zaayne, i need you s’bad. need t’feel it deep,” you sobbed, your cunt tightening around him as you were about cum again. 
“you want me to fill you up baby? stuff you full of my cum? what if i get you pregnant?” you clenched in excitement at the vague warning of his words. without fail, zayne noticed. 
“my girl likes that idea huh? want me to breed this pretty little cunt? put my baby in you?” he was practically rabid now, the force of his bouncing rattling your brain, his words turning your body into putty in his hands. tears of overwhelming pleasure filled your eyes at his filthy promises and you could only peer at him through your wet eyelashes and nod eagerly, with your tongue almost lolling out of your mouth.
zayne cursed under his breath at the look you were giving him. he knew he could never deny you, not that he’d wanted to, especially not when you looked at him like that. he would spend his entire life, every one of his lives, loving you, taking care of you, protecting you, pleasuring you, if you’d allow him. 
as he watched the drool dribble down your chin, he thrust one last time, the brute force of it dragging the orgasm out of you while he spurted his release deep inside your womb. you were screaming, crying as the intensity of your last three orgasms made your body even more reactive to his cum painting your walls white. the culmination of it all had you squirting all over your joined laps. 
zayne watched in awe as you made an utter mess on his lap, his grip on your hips tightened and an icy frost formed on the top of your soft skin, under his palms. the alarming cold only served to increase the ecstasy of your climax. he didn’t seem to notice as the beautiful snowflake etched frost danced up your waist. yet you felt anything but cold as his hands held you against him. 
the aftershocks of your final orgasm caused your pussy to continue to throb around him, milking anything he had left. zayne was a moaning and panting mess when he finally noticed that he was losing control of his evol, the glimmering crystals weaving up higher up your sides. 
“shit, i’m sorry love,” he swore, pulling his hands away. you whimpered, not caring in the slightest, just wanting his touch back as you slumped against his hard chest, panting for air, body completely and thoroughly ruined. he took deep breaths to regain control of his evol, watching the iridescent flakes on your waist melt away as quickly as they’d come. as they faded completely, you shivered against him, cunt still quivering around him, draining every last drop of his seed into you. zayne wrapped his strong arms around you, cradling you gently, making sure his evol was properly contained before relaxing into your delicate body. 
you must have drifted off briefly because the next thing you knew zayne was placing you gently on your plush bed sheets, the sweat and slick cleaned off your skin. despite the brutal pounding your pussy had taken, you could hardly feel any soreness. no doubt thanks to zayne’s tendencies to care for you like a little injured duckling, even outside of the hospital. 
“you’re the best primary care provider, dr. zayne,” you murmured happily, nuzzling into his strong forearm, as he set you down on the bed. he chuckled, sounding not the least bit tired, sitting down on the empty space beside you. 
“at home, you take care of me. at the hospital, you take care of me. how’d i get so luck to have a doctor like you?,” you rambled, utterly content. he continued to laugh, leaning over so he could stroke slow soothing circles on your naked stomach. 
“i will always take care of you,” his gleaming green eyes beam at you, while the rest of his face remains calm, collected. and then he slowly smirks, “especially in the bedroom.” 
you blush furiously, your thighs clenching together again, his eyes never leaving yours. the circles he rubs into your skin inch slowly up, up, up until they’re caressing your breasts, again.
“zaayne, there’s no way,” you whine, your thighs trembling at the sight of heat returning to his eyes. but despite your protests your core quivers in anticipation and you can't bring yourself to swat his hands away. he slowly crawls on your bed, into, in his opinion, his rightful place between your legs. 
“we’re only 40% of the way done love, and as a surgeon i must always complete what i start,” he murmurs mischievously, hands gripping your knees, prying apart gently, slowly. 
“y-you can’t be serious!”
“please? i missed you, y/n.” 
feeling how your body reacted so eagerly to those three words, the words you wanted to hear him say so desperately at the train station, you knew you were in for a very long night. 
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becca-e-barnes · 7 months
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Bucky pinning you down so you can’t squirm and he’s just sitting inside you while he tortures your clit feeling you clench around him. He makes you cum over and over until he finally cums.
Overstimulation + super soldier stamina = …
- 🍯
Dear God, I know I just don't have it in me to behave during cock-warming. When it comes down to it, I genuinely have no patience at all 😵‍💫
"You..." Bucky begins, pressing you down onto the bed before gripping your ankles and forcing you to flip over onto your front. "Have a problem with control."
With your face turned away from him, you can't help but smile to yourself. No one has ever said it out loud but you know he's right.
Being in control is where you're most comfortable. No hands are safer than your own. Except maybe his. You know he won't fuck this up.
"And you..." He continues, gathering your wrists behind your back, holding them tightly with one hand. "Need to learn how it feels to have control taken from you. Do you understand?"
As soon as you begin to nod your head, you feel him start to tape around your wrists, holding them together behind your back. Once he's content they're secure, he sits on the edge of the bed, facing the mirror before he pulls you onto his lap.
"Legs spread over the top of mine." He orders and you do as you're told, not because you have to but because you want to.
You notice the way your cunt is already glistening in the mirror and you're almost embarrassed because he hasn't even touched you yet.
"Fuck, you're made for this." He groans, lining his cock up to your slick entrance and you wonder if he's holding his breath too while he slides into you, as deep as your bodies will allow.
You're obsessed with the sight in front of you; your own naked body, with your legs spread so far apart you can see how your cunt is stuffed full of him.
Being shorter though, your feet can't touch the ground like this. There's no way you'll get enough leverage to fuck yourself on him but as soon as you start to tell him that, he silences you with two thick fingers between your lips.
"I'm not letting you fuck me." His free hand roams over your body, squeezing your breasts, pinching your nipples and then settling between your spread thighs.
"I'm going to play with you. I'm going to see how much you can take. I'm going to work out exactly how you like your clit stroked and I'm going to do that until your legs are shaking and your body won't let you cum any more. Maybe then I'll fuck you but sweetheart, that will be hours from now." His breath is hot against the side of your face, his fingers slipping from your mouth to your waist while he starts to flick gently against your clit.
"I'm going to start slowly. I'm going to do everything I can to drag this out as long as possible. I can feel every clench and flutter of this pretty little cunt and I'm going to enjoy it until you're dripping over my balls." At this rate, it won't be long until you're dripping onto the carpet, never mind over him. You dreamed he'd want to take control like this but you never imagined the way your body would respond.
"And then, when you've cum more times than you can handle, I'm going to tell you that I love you while I fuck you like I don't."
Update: Part 2
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villain-hotline · 1 year
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underworld kinktober ft. darker kinks
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its the underworld's first kinktober, and our line up is simply horrifying. these kinks are just the main one but each fic has more kinks, all of which are more on the dark content side. but i hope you still enjoy it. if you want to be added to the tag list then send me a message.
feel free to reblog and share however, minors pls do not interact.
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01. hybristophilia ft serial killer! ran haitani
release date; 1st october 3:33am
"ah, sweetheart, i think you like it when i kill people."
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02. knife play ft chose your gross! husband (nanami, liam moriarty, posideion, chevalier, mozart, kenshin)
release date; 8th october 3:33am
"now where the fuck do you think you're going?"
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03. cuckholding ft husband lucifer and belphie
release date; 15th october 3:33am
"what? did you really think lucifer was that nice ?"
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04. sadism ft chose your pro athlete (kuroo, atsumu, miyuki, kaede)
release date; 22nd october 3:33am
"its only fun if you cry."
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05. con non con ft mori ougai
release date; 29th october 3:33am
"you can scream all you want but i'm not gonna stop until i've had my fill."
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06. special kink ft special person
release date; halloween 3:33am
"what's your favourite scary movie y/n?"
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shegetsburned · 5 months
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being in a relationship w. ryomen sukuna ⋆.ೃ࿔*:・
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so first of all, you’re stuck with him wether you like it or not.
you are his princess and his only. nobody will ever dare to approach you or even attempt to charm you when they know what the king of Curses can do to them.
sukuna is so goddamn protective. even when he’s far away, you can feel his presence, watching over you and knowing every single one of your moves.
he’d definitely kill for you if you asked, and he takes pleasure in it, so it wouldn’t even slightly bother him.
sukuna prefers it when you wear as less clothes as possible, wandering around in a simple drape or a very thin dress for him to be able to eat you out with his gaze.
would demolish anyone on sight that’d harm/hurt or insult you in the slightest way. you can try and beg him not to, but it’s pretty much useless considering it’s probably already been done.
sukuna will praise the shit out of you, and expect to be absolutely spoiled for hundreds of years;
because yeah, you are stuck with him for a very long time. he’ll find a way to keep you all for himself for eternity.
he marks you. there are scratches on your body and bite marks. he wants everyone to know you belong to him.
sukuna’s actions speak louder than his words. he would dominate the world for you, and can’t even properly tell you how he feels.
when he’s in his thoughts, he likes to have you around, sitting on his lap, running a hand through your hair, covering you with his four arms.
no matter what plans for the future he has, sukuna will always include you in those, you don’t even have to ask for a place in his life.
loves calling you by your first name. it’s the only name he lingers on, making sure he pronounces every letter right. probably the only name he cares about remembering.
sukuna isn’t concerned about anybody’s well-being but yours, making sure you are always safe and protected, trust me, nothing will ever happen to you.
let’s be honest, he has already offered you his heart. it’s there, pumping in blood, bleeding in his hand while he hands it to you. it’s either very romantic or very disgusting.
one thing sukuna has said that will always stick with you is when he promised to always be with you. he’ll track you in every lifetime, making you fall for him once more, and his love for you will never fade.
© shegetsburned 2023. Please do not repost/edit/or claim my writing as your own.
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moongreenlight · 5 months
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Have you ever seen that corny ass skit where it’s the girl talking to her husband asking him to fix things and he says “I’m not a plumber” “I’m not a carpenter” bla bla bla and then one day he comes home and the girl’s like “oh yeah I had the neighbor come over to fix the things you wouldn’t” and the neighbor says she can either bake him a cake or sleep with him as payment so the husband asks “so what kind of cake did you bake him?” And the girl says “I’m not a baker?”
Very much Neighbor!Price x stay-at-home-mom!reader coded :)
Mdni. Nsfw below cut.
Neighbor!Price who’s found a quiet little cul-de-sac to settle in when he’s got some time off. It’s a little neighborhood, mostly older people who’re thrilled to have a man like him around to help bring out bins and offer to mow their lawns or rake their leaves or shovel their drives when he’s around.
But somehow he’s found the only other younger family in the area living directly next to him. Parents are a few years his junior, and they’ve got two young kids. He assumes the boy, the older one, is early elementary age- sees you herding him into the car in the morning with a pack lunch and a backpack that’s nearly the same size as he is to and from the house in the morning and afternoon. And the girl, the younger, must be in pre-k, because she’s only out for half the day and doesn’t get the same pack lunch her brother gets.
He’s gotten to know you pretty well. When he’s around, the two of you will chat while you’re tending your garden and he’s working in his garage carrying out some odd project or another. He thinks you’re sweet. Likes the way you wear overalls with a little top when you’re planting flowers in the beds out front. How when you bend over or stand at the right angle he can imagine you’re not wearing a top at all.
He hates your husband. He’s crass and rude and never waves hello to any of the neighbors- odd for such a friendly little community. Leaves for work early and comes home late and leaves you to fend for yourself all day. Doesn’t know how to interact with you or your kids. And Price is almost certain he doesn’t fuck you the way you deserve to be fucked because his bedroom window looks over your living room and he’s caught you on the couch with your hand down your pants more times than could have been coincidence.
He’s known to be the neighborhood handyman. Got a little workshop set up in his garage and a general knowledge about nearly everything, so it’s not uncommon that he gets a knock on the door a few times a week. Usually it’s some of the older neighbors popping over to see if he can fix their TVs or help their grandkids connect to the Wi-Fi, but it’s a pleasant surprise when you turn up on his porch mid-morning.
You’re scrunching the ends of your soaking wet hair in a towel. Apologizing as soon as you hear him turn the deadbolt. Feverishly going on about how you must have blown a circuit in the bathroom trying to dry your hair and you’d usually be able to manage but your husband shoved a bookshelf in front of the breaker and you can’t get through to it.
He’s sweet about it. Always is, but especially for you. Follows you over to your place and promises you no less than ten times that it’s really no trouble. He’s happy to help. It’s a quick fix, but he drags it out as long as he can. Insists on following you up and down the stairs from the basement to the top floor twice to make sure everything’s working properly.
He notices that the bathroom door sticks and that the fire alarm in the hallway is chirping from a low battery. You apologize for the toys in the living room and the clean laundry pile on the couch and the state of your house. Say that your husband is racking up a hefty to-do list with a small laugh that’s just a bit too forced.
He’s thrilled to tell you that he’s got some free time later in the week and says he’ll come over if only to help out your husband. Makes some backhanded remark about how your husband is clearly a busy lad. You refuse- of course- sweet thing that you are, but he turns up the next day after you’ve taken your kids to school anyway.
He tails you up the drive so there’s no way you can shut him out. Shushes you when you try to apologize for one reason or another and takes off to fix not only the sticky bathroom door and the fire alarm batteries, but also the dripping kitchen faucet and the garbage disposal that’s been broken for months.
You try to stay clear of whatever room he’s working in, chirping short responses to whatever nonsense question he asked in an attempt to lure you over. It was only when he was about to head out and he saw you leaning on the dryer to keep it shut that he saw his golden opportunity.
You were clearly trying to hide it, but even with a small load of clothes in, it sounded like you’d thrown a pair of boots into a tin garbage pail and shook it hard as you could. You tried to shoo him off, but he wasn’t having any of it.
There’s enough skirting around the subject to give you chance to turn down his advances, but when he realizes you’re not outright telling him to go fuck himself, he’s essentially taking it as a challenge to see if he can’t push you to that point.
Hoists you up on the still clanging machine and pushes between your legs on the weak pretense of needing you there to keep the door shut while he works. The machine shook the straps of your top down off your shoulders and made him acutely aware of the fact that you hadn’t had the time to put on a bra yet. It made his pants near painfully tight on the crotch.
He’d try and make idle chat. Your kids and plans for the day, but it’s entirely too hard for him to focus on anything other than the way your thighs are pressing together as the dry cycle started to bang the machine around more. He makes a light comment about how he’s not sure how you get anything done around the house with the dryer in this state. Your laugh is breathy.
And when he leans over you to reach to the back of the machine, he can feel the way your soft panting breaths fan his neck. Confirms his suspicions.
“Alright?”
You’re chewing the inside of your lip while you nod. Clearly starved for stimulation if all it takes is a dry cycle to get you off. Poor thing.
It’s stuffy in the laundry room. Adds to the appeal. Makes your shorts ride up and stick to your legs. Your thighs are dewy and glide together when you shift under his gaze.
“You sure, doll?”
The two of you are almost nose-to-nose. You’re leaned back, caged in by his big arms that look even bigger in his almost obscenely tight shirt. He’s smiling. Letting his eyes wander to your collarbones. The way your throat bobbed when you swallowed.
Before you could choke out your answer, the dryer stopped. Chimed the alert and slowly stilled. You took a shaky breath and nodded once more, looking like you couldn’t decide whether to be disappointed or relieved. He backed off, stretched out his hand to help you down.
You lead him to the kitchen. Ask if you can get him anything. Tea or food. He declines. You say something about stopping to get cash when you’re out picking up your daughter in a couple hours. He declines again.
“John, really, I appreciate your help. You have to let me get you back.”
You’re filling the kettle with water anyway, leaned just slightly over the sink. He knows it’s impolite to stare, but he’s never had very good manners when it came to things like that.
“Bake me a cake or somethin’, then. Sleep with me. Won’t take your money, though.”
You whirl around and end up sloshing some water down your front. Doesn’t seem to phase you. Your eyebrows are damn near at your hairline.
“I don’t know if that’s appropriate, considering…”
He snorts a soft laugh. It’s kind- not at all suggestive. Like he’s playing off a clever joke.
“What? Baking me a cake?”
You purse your lips and set the kettle on the stove.
“Never been a very good baker.”
He about hurdles the kitchen island like he’s running track.
“That right?”
You make a thoughtful sound before clicking on the burner. He can see you biting back a smile. You finally turn to face him. Leaned back on your hands with your head cocked slightly to the side.
“I just don’t know that it would be appropriate given our- my- situation.”
It’s his turn to hum and nod. Take a few steps forward, slow and slinky like a predator stalking toward its prey.
“Sure.”
You chew your bottom lip. Try to find some resolve in fussing with your wedding ring. It’s horrible. Small. He can’t help but think about how he’d be able to get you a much better one. He takes a few more steps forward.
“It’s complicated, John.”
Your voice is mousy now.
“I know.”
A few more steps forward and he’s back nose-to-nose with you. Pinning you against the counter.
“I just-“
“Then tell me to go home.”
The button of his jeans grazes your groin and sends sparks up your spine. You recoil slightly, but he’s got his massive hands on your wrists to keep you in place.
“My husb-“
“Don’t. S’not what I said. Tell me to go home. Tell me to go home, and I’ll leave. S’easy as that.”
The coarse hair of his beard brushes along your jaw. Visible goosebumps rise all the way up your neck and down your arms.
“John, he-“
A throaty growl from him.
“He’s not getting a lick of you.”
And then somehow he’s got you on your back on the couch. Shoved off the pile of laundry and pushed you down. His eyes are near pitch black and hungry. Ravenous. He tears off your shorts. Doesn’t wait for you to hoist your hips, just yanks so hard that you’re a little worried you’ll get thrown off the couch with them.
He is wretched. Planting wet kisses from the inside of your knee all the way up to your sex frustratingly slow. Big hands splayed over your hips to keep you from bucking up into his mouth. He’s got this maddeningly smug smile on his face like he’s waiting for the perfect moment to say I told you so. Like he knew this was going to happen from the start, you were just too stupid to see.
Your underwear is embarrassingly wet from your little go on the dryer. Your pussy puffy and sensitive underneath. You whine when he kisses over the damp spot. Laves his tongue over your folds without pulling them to the side. He makes some comment about the state of you that borders on snarky, but you choose to ignore it.
When he finally does rid you of your panties, there’s a moment of clarity where you realize what you’re doing. You push up on your elbows and try to roll out from under him, but he gives your clit a mean slap that forces you back onto the couch and ends your protest. Sends you to that liminal, clouded headspace where all you can focus on is how desperately you need to come.
It’s clear he’s savoring the moment. Running the point of his tongue through your folds. Teasing at your hole. Artfully swirling around your clit, but never close enough to give you the friction you’re so desperately craving. Planting hot, wet kisses on your inner thighs. Leaves a few love bites in his wake like he’s boasting; so certain your husband wouldn’t get close enough to notice that he had no problem decorating you as he pleased.
You’re a mess. Being taken apart stitch by stitch. Panting and whining and begging for more. Your orgasm is coiling tight under your belly without him having to do much. Any other time you’d have felt a little pathetic, but you were too preoccupied to care now.
He finally brings his hands up and you think he’s about to stuff you full, but he only lets his fingers drag slowly along your sensitive sex. Collects some of your arousal and pulls it up toward your naval. Watches the goosebumps form under his touch.
He rucks your shirt up with his free hand and immediately wraps his lips around your pebbled nipples. Tongues at them. Lets his teeth graze teasingly over them. And whatever one he’s not got currently in his mouth, he’s working his fingers over. Pinching and flicking until you’re teary eyed and squirming under him.
And then finally, fucking finally, he ducks back down and fixes his mouth on your clit. Sucks gently on the swollen bud for just a moment and then companies his mouth with two fingers bullying their way inside you.
The stretch is almost uncomfortable in its suddenness, but you quickly get used to it. The pleasure is blinding. Forces you to throw your head back against the cushion and screw your eyes tightly shut. A string of high, needy moans float through your gaped lips.
He’s sweet, Jesus, is he. Hums and groans with his mouth still on your bundle of nerves. Pulls away just enough to tell you how pretty your pussy is taking him before going back to work on your sensitive clit. You want to scream. You think you may actually come entirely undone on this couch if he doesn’t stop.
And then your orgasm coils so tightly within you that it explodes outward. Tears through you and leaves every square inch of your skin sizzling. He doesn’t let up. Pins you down by the stomach with his forearm and continues down his warpath. The sounds his fingers make when they sink into you are so pornographic that it makes your face hot.
You eventually find it in you to warble out something that sounded like please, too much. And he pulled off, still with that smug grin pulling his lips now surrounded by glistening slick caught in the hair of his beard.
He gives you one last kiss. Lewd and wet and so searing hot you’re worried it will actually blister the sensitive flesh of your cunt. He’ll sit back on his haunches and fuss with the button and zipper of his jeans before saying something horrible and cheeky like
“C’mon, doll. Thought you were set on payin’ me back.”
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garoujo · 6 months
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gojo loves the marks you leave behind on his skin. it’s like they’re proof you were there, underneath him as he presses his cock deeper into the tight hug of your pussy— feeling your nails burn vermillion lines along the smooth skin of his back and shoulders with every orgasm he pulls from you.
he likes to admire them in the mirror, feeling a little smug despite the way he hisses when the steady stream from the shower head makes them burn slightly — aching everytime he’s trying to sleep at night.
but with every little shock of pain, gojo can remember the pretty face you made as your walls hugged around him— crying out his name in quick pants as his hips smacked against yours and he wouldn’t call himself a masochist but he loves it. he loves you.
even when he’s got you bouncing on his lap, his long fingers squeezing into the space where your thigh meets your hips, he’s intoxicated by the way you bury your face into the crook of his neck— his free palm curling at the back of your head, pressing you deeper until he can feel your teeth nipping at the skin there. his crystalline eyes almost roll back, snowy peaks of his hair framing his flushed features and he’s never came as hard or as fast as he did when you laved your tongue over the blooming marks you left across his throat.
gojo can’t help but press his fingers against them as he looks at himself in the mirror, hissing at the sting but he sees it as a silent little claim — teasing you about it later on, about how you “want everyone to know i’m yours, huh sweet thing? ‘ts cause i’m so handsome, right?”
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hatterbby · 8 months
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toy
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cw: cnc, free use, marking, breeding, somno a lil bit
inspired~
"Love," his hot breath rushes across my ear as I feel him press into me from behind, the bed sinking beneath his weight. A soft whine leaves my lips, questioning him without moving much as I try to drift back to sleep.
His lips move along my neck, biting down gently as he sucks at the tender flesh there without warning. A breathy moan leaves my lips as I try to pull away, but his hands keep me pinned to him, gripping my waist tightly. "Shhh," his words slide across the fresh mark on my neck, "I just need to use you."
Shaking my head a bit, my sleepy hands try to pry his demanding ones from around my waist. "No..." my voice comes out whiny, "I just wanna sleep..."
"Then sleep, love," he murmurs, his tongue sliding up my neck as he nips at my ear gently, "I wasn't asking for your permission, I was telling you that I'm going to use my toy."
"Now..." his hands slide down to my thighs, squeezing a bit at the soft flesh before pushing them apart, "Take it."
He yanks my panties to the side as he fills me so suddenly that my eyes snap open, a loud cry leaving my lips as I whine and try to slide away. His grip is demanding, unrelenting as he pushes me further into the bed while he takes what is his.
Another moan is pulled from me as he rolls his hips, seating his cock as deeply into my pussy as he can. "That's my girl," he murmurs, his hand sliding up my back before pressing my head into the pillow as he begins pumping into me. My moans are lost in the fabric, the heat drowning out my sounds as his cock barrels into me with animalistic fury.
Every thrust stretches me to the shape of him, his cock ramming painfully into my cervix with each thrust. He takes me, uses me as his hips bounce against my ass, shaking me with the force of every movement. The sensations burn through my core as my toes curl while he fucks into me with such a possessive need that my whole body trembles with the overwhelming pleasure.
"Fuck," he praises, his fingers wrapping in my hair as he pulls my head back to consume my cries in a messy kiss. His tongue matches the brutal pace of his cock until he releases me, drool running down my chin as I fall brainlessly back onto the bed.
My eyes roll into the back of my head as my pussy clenches so tightly and a frantic scream leaves my throat. "That's it, love, cum on this cock," he commands, voice thick with pleasure, continuing to pump into me with frenzied brutality, "Who owns you?"
"You, youyouyou," I keen, whining as he pushes into me, fucking me through my orgasm as my pussy spasms around his length violently as I see stars dance across my vision from the intensity.
He groans, his body wrapping around me and keeping me firmly pinned into the bed as he presses in so deeply I swear I can feel him in my stomach. A familiar warmth fills me as he whispers hot praises against my ears, rolling his hips as fills me with his seed before thrusting a few more times to push it deeper.
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