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dilfhos · 6 months

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HE’S NO DIME

TOJI FUSHIGURO X FEM!READER

inspired by [ the worst • j.aiko & basically whole ye album ]

cw;deadoves! abusive relationship, dvbc0n, alcohol, hyperfem!reader (hair done/laid, acrylics, makeup), violent threats, ass play, fingering, derogatory use of bitch, car sex, fear, baby trap, toxic toji, rough handling, toji’s really mean like borderline sadistic, toxic relationship. toji’s slightly delusional. he pulls a tool on ya (ending’s a bit rushed—wanna expand on this and dont wanna reveal tm)

+n; this turned out a wee’ whumpier than intended, trying diff things. i do not promote nor officially romanticize the acts in this fiction. if you find yourself in this situation, please try n’ exhaust every method of telling someone and leaving.

You almost didn’t register the click before the head of the barrel was pointed in your direction, trained directly in between your brows…

wc: 4.9 | MDNI.

“Don’t take it personal, but I just don’t see us…” He flicked his finger back and forth across the table. “You know.”

Under the low glow of the lights in the expansive restaurant, your face cracked but only briefly as you picked up your wine glass and looked away.

The low hum of the crowded dining room was only heard between the two of you, serving no comfort to the looming silence hung aimlessly. Fushiguro tugged awkwardly at his collar, sighing when you didn’t initially speak.

You cleared your throat after setting down your glass as you took your time to formulate a response.

“Right. So, you somehow managed to boss up because inherently you’re broke. Let's start with that. The fact that I’m actually sitting here is a miracle,” You giggled to yourself ignoring the way his lip twitched up at the corner.

If he weren’t surrounded by such a distinguished audience at the moment, you wouldn’t have gotten so far but he let you have it. You continued with a wicked upturn of your glossed lips.

“So somehow, you’ve gotten a hold of a shit ton of money. And the first thing you do is demand I ‘doll up’ for you, bring me here just to tell me I don’t mean anything to you.” He shrugged as your gaze narrowed.

“You pay your bills, Toji? Pay your debt collectors? Pay for your past exploits. You know my card is still being billed to this day! Heh, and the very first thing you want to avoid talking about is where we stand.” You jabbed a finger against the table.

“I’m tired of it. Tired of the push and pull. You’re a grown ass man! Can’t take care of yourself but want to drag me down to hell with you.”

You could go on but the more you looked at him, the more you wanted to slap the shit out of him. Your words were sharp, everything inside having been edged each time you saw him. They felt good to say but it didn’t seem like it was enough especially considering how unbothered he seemed to be across you.

“You need to stop talking now.” He deadpanned.

By now your other hand was pressed against the table, freshly manicured hands gripping into the tablecloth. It seemed your own composure was slipping to reveal more of the betrayal and resentment inside. Still, you fought through the budding sluggishness, plump lips set in a tight line as you glared back.

“Didn’t have to agree on coming if yer just gonna shit-talk me. Coulda spent my hard-earned money on a nicer bitch.” He countered.

You scoffed. “Hard-earned money my ass. You stole that shit. And like anyone would be sane enough to put up with you for as long as I have. Regardless, that’s not the point here,” You thrusted a single digit between him and yourself.

“I’m leaving and you’ll never see me again until you get your shit together.” He was silent, watching the subtle tightening of your jaw and slitted eyes.

“So you’ve clearly missed my point altogether.”

He said it so casually, igniting the fire in your gut to spread along your body. Your face burned, heat nipping at your nape and the pit of your arms as he just sat there.

Fushiguro stared back at you, not missing the twitch in your cheek with his deadpan expression. But deep down he was roused. He knew exactly what buttons to push to get a reaction out of you, make you fall apart in any sort of way because he knew exactly how it would end. You were close too, just needed a bit more of his nonchalance as you spiraled through your anger.

Your hands moved to drag down your face, only last minute remembering your makeup and opting on clipping your fingertips together in irritation.

“You’re unbelievable, you know that right.” You started moving, throwing a napkin over your barely touched meal.

Fushiguro was silent as he watched you gather your belongings. You didn’t look at him; you knew he wore that goofy expression, lips twisted up in a condescending smirk with amused eyes as you did what you’ve always done.

He only picked up his glass, eyes trailing down your body and landing on your ass as you turned off without a word, heels clacking as you maneuver around the approaching waiter toward the door. The vision of glass and the flood of richer sunlight blurred through brimming tears as you pushed through, immediately met with the subtle frost of the autumn chill.

Fushiguro watched you go and heard the distant chime of the front entrance closing behind you too. He felt alone in the middle of the restaurant surrounded by only a reminder of what he couldn’t have. He simply huffed, nudging aside his half-empty glass to go straight for the wine bottle. His other hand came up to pop open the blazer buttons, bringing forth little comfort to the heat flushing his skin.

Brazenly he choked the neck, downing the sweet taste in two, three, five gulps before slamming it down, meeting the eyes of the rich bitches to the table next to him. With a toothy grin he stood, fisting out wadded, striped bills from his pocket to throw down before eventually heading out, a wobble in his steps.

Met with the cool air, his head cocked to the side to see you at the far end of the sidewalk in front of the building, pacing with slow steps as you talked into your phone. You didn't look his way, didn’t seem to notice even as he headed in the direction of his vehicle.

Both of you knew you didn’t have a ride, being that he was the one who wanted to bring you. He chose this far-out location specifically, knowing something like this would happen. That you’d try to run from him, call up one of your childhood boys to come and try to intimidate him.

More of the sleek black SUV came into view as he unlocked the door, immediately awakening the car with a low hum from the fob. He got in and sat in silence, eyes trained on you through the mirror. You were looking towards the entrance now, probably still waiting for him to walk out. To grab you up. To apologize and offer to take you home, make it up to you just like the prince concocted preciously in your deluded mind would.

He enjoyed the anger on your features as you brought your phone back in front of your face, tapping the screen angrily before shaking your head.

Fushiguro shrugged out of his coat, flinging it behind him. He then put his car in reverse and began backing out of the parking space. You didn’t notice the hulking vehicle stalking up beside you until he rolled his window down.

“Get in.”

“Fuck off Toji,” He laughed and leaned over, engine revving in succession. “I'm so serious. Leave me alone.”

You spun in the opposite direction, waking up your phone again to call another car. Anything to get away from him.

Starting back toward the warmth of the restaurant, a sudden snarl of the car ripped through the lot, startling you. He skidded backwards and had you stumbling as he jerked the vehicle to a stop. You knew well enough that he couldn’t hit you on the sidewalk, but something deep inside told you if given the opportunity, he’d run you down with no hesitation.

Witnesses be damned, he’d skip town, leaving you behind altogether like nothing.

The car door slammed shut and Fushiguro emerged from the side growing bigger in sight until he loomed over your body. You realized he’d taken his tuxedo coat off in the car, the white button down snug over a bulging frame. His hands flexed, clenching and unclenching as he blinked narrowed eyes toward the other passerbys.

“Get in the car. Why’re you making a scene?” He muttered getting closer to you.

“I don’t want to be around you right now. I’m tired of you playing me,”

“Don’t be stupid. Just get in the car. We can talk about it,” he gripped your wrist and you attempted to jerk him off.

“Let go of me.”

“Don’t push me.” He warned.

“Or what? I’ll be replaced?” You shrugged him off again and he let you. “Woe to me. Go home Toji. I'm calling a cab.” Before you could bring your phone to your ear, he snatched it away. You couldn’t get a word out as he spun on a heel and stalked toward his car wordlessly, the sound of the door slamming following. You gaped after him, eyes flickering about the audience your interaction drew.

They whispered among each other and your cheeks burned as you followed him, cutting around to the passenger side. You flung open the door.

“Toji please give me my phone so I can call someone to get me. We don’t have to keep doing this and I’ll be gone.” Your voice remained calm as you bit back the tremble.

You almost didn’t register the click before the head of the barrel was pointed in your direction, trained directly in between your brows. Black swallowed the olive specks in his eyes, pupils seeming to pulsate under his leveled gaze.

“Get in the car baby.”

…

The ride started quiet as he turned out of the parking lot and onto the main road. Your body was pressed toward your side of the vehicle, away from him as you stared out the window.

Until your sight turned rural, the familiar scene of the apartment complexes that surrounded yours parting into spaced treelines. You snapped your head to face him, his expression unreadable as he continued driving.

“Take me home.” You glared a hole through his temple but he didn’t register your demand. Only strummed his finger against the steering wheel as he stared at the road, humming to the low faded music playing.

“I'm serious. I never want to see you again. I want you to take me home.” You shoved his arm hard, earning a faux surprised expression as he gaped at you. “Take me home now, Toji.”

“Okay, okay relax. Just sit there and be pretty, yeah?”

“Screw you.”

He laughed again, foot quickly pounding the pedal as you jerked forward, yelping as the revving grew louder in your ears. The scenery whipped through the window blowing cold air along your body.

“What are you doing!”

“We’re going home right? ‘M taking you home, we’re juss getting there faster.” He chuckled darkly, tongue laving over his scar as he glanced over at you. The way your wide, glassy eyes stared back, a hand clutching your door and the other in your lap. His eyes flickered up and down your body, eyeing the heave of your chest behind the strappy bodice of your dress as he only inched his foot lower.

“You’re gonna kill us!”

“Till death do we part.” Toji only grinned as his hand clutched the wheel, ignoring the way you gawked at him. Tears sprung fresh in your eyes as you clutched yourself, hair wild as it whipped around you through the wind. You clawed at the strands sticking to your gloss as your other moved to the handle instinctively.

“What, you gonna jump out at ninety-eight miles per hour? I’d love to see you try it sweetheart!” He roared in boisterous laughter, the taunting noise loud over the buzz of the engine, swirling aimlessly around your fuzzy mind.

“Please,” He turned again at your whimper, noticing the trembling in your chin as you bit your lip. In the passenger seat, you looked pathetic. Not at all the big bad attitude you personified publicly just an hour before as you stared at him disgusted.

Instead you’re cowering against the door, fear etched all over your face. “Stop it. I’m sorry, okay. I’m sorry.”

He eased his foot up until the car came to a crawl. When he stopped, it was quiet again, save for the anklet jingling against your shaking legs and subtle breaths.

You only met his eye for a second before you flicked the lock, jumping out as you ignored the way your leg buckled onto the soft ground.

You whipped your head around, the treelines gone completely to the highway surrounded by mountains and country space. Straight ahead was a bar before the plunging drop of the hill you were standing on. Stumbling back against the door you start to circle around the car toward the road.

“What are you doing? You wanted to talk so let's talk!” You waved him off as bleary eyes scanned both directions. Toji sighed, leaving the driver side to go to the backseat. He situated himself comfortably against the new leather, relishing in the subtle fan of fresh heat coming from the vents as you frantically searched for another car. He popped the buttons of his sleeves and collar before groaning to roll the window down.

“Get in or I’ll leave you out here. I’ll throw you off the fuckin’ ledge and no one will find you. You want that?” He leaned further when you looked back, lips agape. “Then get in the damn car.”

You shivered again against the bite of the evening, now painfully aware of the darkening sky and desolate surroundings. Your arms crossed, internally regretting the bodycon you wore, feeling exposed and idiotic as you looked back and forth between the highway. A single car hadn’t passed in the moments you’d been standing there and when you peered back toward Fushiguro, you knew it was exactly what he’d been betting on.

“I just wanna go home,” you whined, lifting a sinking heel from the earth. You nearly stumbled and Fushiguro huffed at your composure.

“I'm gonna take you home. Will you get in the car? Please, woman?” His speech was slow, emphatic as he dragged it out. As if he didn’t go through the trouble putting the two of you in the very predicament.

You turned, a pout on your face as you defeatedly made your way to the other side of the car, giving another forlorn look to the road, hoping that maybe headlights would flood the asphalt. Instead you made sure to slam his backdoor behind you, hard.

He didn’t flinch. He just watched closely as you scooted the furthest you could away from him.

It was eerily quiet, your sniffles heard over the hum of the vents.

“Why do you hate me,” you eventually whimpered, head lolling against the back of the passenger headrest. Even though he turned the heat on you shivered erratically, exhaustion beating its way through your static body.

“Because it pisses me off when you spout about shit you know nothing about. You don’t know what I do. What I can do.”

Not that he didn’t hate you. Not that the very accusation was absurd given everything the two have been through; what he’d put you through. What you’d done for him and who you became to appease the insatiable hunger that was Fushiguro.

You slumped back against the door at his response as your eyes flickered to the metal on his thigh. He followed your gaze before lifting it to make a show of turning it over. You jerked your knees back as he leaned toward the front seat to shove it in the glovebox with a snicker. He sat back, closer and he slung his arm against the back of the seats.

“So,” he waved a hand toward you. “Y’gonna talk?”

“You gonna hurt me if I try?” You mumbled half-heartedly.

“I will if you push me.” His face was dark before he grinned. “Kidding, baby. I would never do anything to hurt you. I lo-” He stopped himself, clearing his throat.

“Just need to stop acting out. I do shit my way. And tha’s that. Nothin’ to it.” He ignored the downturn of your lips, obviously disatisfied.

“Then I’ll go,”

“You won’t.” He countered definitively. He inched closer watching your shrink into the door.

“I’ll run away. And you’ll never find me.”

“I’ll hunt you down b’fore you could even think of tryin’.” He leaned in.

“To-mmf!” He had your head shoved against the window, a hand against the headrest to hold his weight. The other was furled in the roots at the crown of your head as his tongue shoved past your lips, licking at your thrashing tongue. Your hands clutched at his shoulders, nails sinking into his nape as you subtly bucked back. But there was nowhere to go. He pulled away, eyeing your state.

The makeup he’d assume you worked so hard on was fucked up, mascara smeared beneath wet eyes, lashes clumped with fat tear drops. Your nose was puffy and if he looked closer, he could make out the bit of moisture beneath, evidence of your crying. Your lipgloss was smudged, smearing opaque brown across swollen lips above a trembling chin.

And he couldn’t find anything worth more staring at.

“Wanna be a good girl now?” He huffed, eyes training down your body when you stopped moving. The dark dress was taut against your body, snatching subtle curves and accentuating your figure. It was hiked unintentionally up your leg and he slid a wide palm over your thigh to reveal more skin. Thighs snapping closed, you whimpered as his eyes jerked to yours.

“What? Don’t wanna make it all better? ‘S all your fault y’ know.” He sneered, shrinking to his side of the backseat.

You sat up and straightened your dress, palming back the hair you knew he messed up in his handling. “I didn’t do anything Toji. You’re just insane,”

He scoffed. “You been fucking with me all night. Didn’t have to take you out at all,”

“All I asked was what we were.” Silence. He imstead snarled out his window, eyes darting around the dark scene outside before starting.

“Not gonna be the man you want me to be. Take it or leave it. I don’t care if you cry, you stay, you leave— If that’s what you really want.”

“It is.”

“Yeah?” He grinned as he finally looked at you. And really looked at you.

Beneath his scrutinized gaze you straightened the best you could, eyes narrowed. But deep down Fushiguro knew you weren’t going anywhere. He’s had nights worse than this and seemed to always know exactly what to do to bring it back.

You could spout your absence and threaten him all you wanted. Take a few days, take a month even to recuperate, he’d implore you! The more time he’d give you, the easier it was to come crawling back with some half-assed explanation as to why he needed comfort, why he needed you in his life. Your hopeless devotion was something he’d been picking at from the beginning. Since he met you, little by little he revealed more layers of how much you’d tolerate and how far he could push.

Even now, as he licked his lips, bloodshot eyes glinting beneath the light post, he saw your eyes dart away as you began to shift around uncomfortably.

“Thought so. Now c’mere. On my lap…that’s it baby,” He cooed as you begrudgingly crossed the space to situate yourself awkwardly on his legs. You kept your eyes down to his chest.

“Look at me.” When you didn’t, Fushiguro slid his hand around your head to palm your nape. You whimpered as your face was brought closer to his. “Yer gonna be good f’me now?” He cooed.

“Answer me when I speak to you. Or yer still thinkin’ of leaving, hm?” His other hand crept up your shin, traveling to slide beneath your dress and rest on your hip. When you still didn’t respond he grinned.

“Open your legs, lemme see how wet she is f’me,” You still weren’t acting fast enough for his liking, earning the handling on your knees as he roughly spread you himself. Calloused thumbs dug into the plush of your thighs as he got a sight of pussy deeply outlined by your panties, lacy material sticking to fatty wet lips.

“Drooling. Look at ’er.” You whimpered as mashed his thumb against your slit, bearing no tenderness as his eyes flickered to your expression.

“Toji-”

“Shut up.” He snapped. “I let you speak enough in the restaurant. And you didn’t wanna answer me now. So stop fuckin’ talkin or I’ll hurt you, seriously.”

“Make yerself useful and pull that fucking dress up. Matter fact—Take it off, yeah. Here,” He shoved away your sluggish hands, yanking the fabric over your head as it tussled your hair. His hands trailed up your back as he drank in your dazed expression. Your lips parted to speak.

“What. Wanna complain s’more?” Nails dug into your scalp as your head was jerked to the side, meaty fingers curled in your locks. Fushiguro’s hips bucked, knocking your legs apart again as he skillfully shoved the crotch of the lace to the side. His fingers flicked up against your clit, as he dove forward with teeth bared, attacking your neck feverishly. His canines scraped over the prominent bone of your collar before digging in.

“That…that hurts,” His grip was gradually tightening on your hair as he started stroking your weeping cunny. Even so, your hips dragged, sensitivity ever growing as you smeared your arousal along his pants. He plunged two of his fat fingers into your cunt, make your body arch into him.

You didn’t know where to put your hands, mind still hazy and you were unsure of what to do. Adrenaline and alcohol coursed through, the building of the evening's events spilling out through the eventual shy tugging of his belt.

“Please,”

“What? Daddy didn’t quite catch that.” His hand stilled, palms slickened with the juices he was drawing from you.

“Won’t say nothin’ anymore. Don’want you to be mad—Don’t want you to be rough,” you rushed, trembling hands stroking the sides of his neck.

“Shoulda thought of that before shooting your mouth off.” He took over, hands flying to tug at the leather from the loops. You lifted slightly for him to shove his pants around trunked thighs, practically drooling to see he wasn’t wearing anything beneath. His heavy cock sat against his thigh, chucky in width and long enough to split you a gape.

Under your gaze, it jumped excitingly and ignited the assault of fluttering in your tummy. His hand jerked to regain your attention, the other hand fisting his dick with a couple languid strokes.

“Should fuck your brains out and leave you here,” He leaned forward capturing your nipple in his mouth, the edge of his teeth grinding against the swollen bud. “Uhnn, th-that, Toji!”

His tongue lashed over the indents before releasing your tit with a wet smack.

“Want my dick baby?” You nodded as best you could in his grip, soreness budding in your neck from the angle as hands sooth down his chest to pop open the rest of his buttons.

“Eager now? Thought ya wanted to leave,” he chucked. You ignored him, hands sliding beneath the flaps of his open shirt. You palmed his chest, his heart beating beneath prominent pecs as your fingered grazed his nipples, making him grunt.

His hand stuck against your ass like a crisp snap as you shimmied. “Yeah, keep that ass moving.”

Your acrylics clawed at his neck as you grounded your hips, whining as you frantically tried to move and appease him. It still didn’t stop another blow before he smashed the globes of your ass together, using them to roughly thrust you along his cock, his arousing leaking from his slit.

“Fuck, look at you slut. Can’t enough of me huh,” He huffed, rutting up his hips and groaning at the friction.

He tore your panties to the side again, using the skinny strap to prop against the side of your ass.

He had arm wrapped to lift you and shove you down on his monstrous length as a sob racked through your body.

His elongated groan echoed in the steamy car with your cry as you lifted slightly, cunt spasming around his puffy tip. He shoved you back down completely before his hand struck your ass again.

Your hand slammed against the hood, the other against the window, feeling the wetness of the steam through your palm. You threw your head back, the tug in your tummy satiated through his hands, through the way his dick massaged your ridged walls, thick head bumping against the fatty hole of your cervix. His hands trailed around your sticky skin, palming your tits and allowing you to take over, thighs flexing as you rode him.

“Look so good, princess. Taking my dick, I might forgive ya,”

“I hate you,” You cried, as though to somehow ease the way his fingers pinched cruelly at your nipples. Tears streamed down your cheeks, blurring the image of him grinning in your face. He brushed away the spilling tears, thumb trailing sloppily over your swollen lips.

“I know,” he pressed it past them, dragging the corner of your mouth to reveal your teeth. You resisted the alarming urge to bite him until he thrusted it deeper against your tongue, choking you.

His cock snapped up, balls slapping your ass as his thick veins scrubbed your gummy walls. You couldn’t help but drool and squeal, face slack and shiny with sweat and dirty tears ran down your face, makeup utterly ruined. He pulled his thumb out before muttering, “I know, tell me again sweetheart.”

His hands slid down to pull apart the fats of your ass as his dick drilled deeper, middle finger pressed against the opening of your hole between them.

“I-” A wolfish grin split his face as you visibly shivered when he pressed deep, the pad nearly disappearing inside. He knew exactly where you liked it, what switch to turn on, where to poke and prod. It’s what had you coming back for more. Begging more more. And he’d give it to you, always, even if you had to drag it out of him.

“God, I hate you Toji…Fushiguro. Wish I never met you!” At your blubbering, his hands snaked around your waist, gathering both wrists behind you at the small of your back under a large palm. Your head fell behind you against the driver seat, back arched as he had you trapped in the new and limiting position.

Fushiguro’s hips continued to flex, cock tearing through your little cunt as you bounced on his lap. His other hand gripped at your ass cheek, pulling it away before delivering another smack.

He growled at your fucked-out composure, relishing in the arch of of body as your tits bounced in his vision. His balls tightened as more and more of your whining grew broken and more incoherent.

“Can’t—Can’t hold it! ‘m gonna cum! Gonna,” He leaned forward, restricting your movements to keep you from squirming.

“Look a’me. We’re gonna cum together, yeah?”

Your eyes glossed briefly before you tugged your arm half-heartedly. He scooted forward, thick thighs unrelenting as they thrusted upward. He didn’t miss a beat even when you began writhing on his lap, the sound of sicky pap pap paps! quickening as it filled the car.

“Wait-Wait…can’t nut in me. Toji ‘member I stopped—”

“-Shh it’s okay, I wanna start a family,” Your lips snapped shit as you froze and he grinned, continuing. “‘Mma make you a mommy how’s that sound? You want me so fucking bad, I’mma keep you forever. Surprise, baby.”

He let you wrench free from his hands this time, knowing you weren’t fit for the strength needed to crawl away from him. His heels dug into the floor and he bucked off the seat, car creaking as hands falling to your hips.

“‘M gonna fill you up. Yer gonna take my fuckin’ load bitch. Yer gonna be my little trophy wife and ‘mma stuff my seed into this pussy. ‘Nd yer gonna give me a little bastard, honey,” Spit flew around gritted teeth as nails clawed your skin, words tumbling out unfiltered.

He didn’t care to hide it at his point, you’d been provoking him all night. He wanted to let it go, wanted this night to be the closest thing to a peaceful dinner the two of you had. Through the fiery arguments budded a deeper emotion he couldn’t describe but all he knew is you had him wrapped around your finger and he had you gripped with all of his. Fushiguro didn’t want to admit it to you but his feelings were intense, an ever growing storm swirling within him as much as he tried to stuff it down, to push you away entirely.

But you had to go and run your fucking mouth.

“Stoppit, I shit…You can’t! You scratched at his hands, twisting your body away from him.

“Shut up! Fuck just…shhh baby. Ya can’t stop me.” He growled, holding you flush against his heated body as his hips stuttered. They twitched against your thighs as his cock throbbed inside your walls, hot thick cum spilling into your cunny.

You cried out, fingers yanking at his sweaty locks, cunt involuntarily twitching around his girth.

“Toji!”

Your name spilled out at the same time, muffled into the curve of your neck. Your palms pressed against his chest to push him away but he countered with precision, thick limbs wrapping around your arms as he sat back against the seat to pull you into his chest.

“Yer mine now, ‘s what ya wanted.” He grinded his hips slowly, thrusting his spilling, warm nut back into you.

It was a second layer when you stilled, defeated as your chest heaved against his in a silent sob, sticky cum leaking around your thighs. His dick jumped around inside you as he nuzzled your neck with his lips.

“Now you can’t go nowhere baby, I’ve made sure of it. We’re gonna go home now and yer gonna be good for’me right?”

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twelvegods · 1 year

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brutal. kageyama tobio

the sour collective; ❝where's my fucking teenage dream?❞

pairing/s; kageyama tobio x fem!reader

warning/s; none

word count; 815

summary; confess, they said. date the king, they said. he’d treat you better, they said. but no one told you it was going to be this brutal.

a/n; this one’s pretty short since i’m coming back from a very long hiatus and am v v rusty and didn’t really know where i should take this so i stuck as close to the premise as i could and found myself here. let me know ur thoughts!!

“listen to this shit someone tagged me in; ‘isn’t it practically confirmed that [y/l/n] actually got to play for the red rabbits by slutting it up with kageyama?’” amanai kanoka read out loud some tweet on her phone.

the hikari pharmaceutical red rabbits were all gathered in the locker room at five in the morning to prepare for this morning’s training session and you’d just clocked in after a tiny squabble with your boyfriend over breakfast. amanai looked up at your scowling expression as you changed out of your attire and into the team uniform.

“can’t believe you’re still getting hate, hasn’t it been a few months already?” she took a few sips from her water bottle.

“if i knew this would happen, i wouldn’t have talked tobio into going public.” you sighed, clicking your locker closed.

hirugami shoko glanced over amanai’s shoulder to peer at the screen of her phone, frowning. “they clearly don’t know what they’re talking about, [y/n]. don’t listen to them.”

that was easier said than done.

you wanted to say you expected this, that you knew what you were signing up for when you and kageyama mutually agreed to go public after dating for some odd three years. prior to that, you pined after one another in high school, but ultimately thought it best to avoid a steady relationship, keeping in mind that you both wanted to put your careers first.

but you hadn’t anticipated the onslaught of hate and complete carnage when that stupid post took to the internet, not knowing your little instagram story had the biggest snowball effect.

it suddenly felt like you were placed under a microscope and that the public assumed the right to pick you, and your relationship, apart. at first, you couldn’t give two shits about what they were saying online, that it only mattered that you and kageyama were happy and not at the expense of anyone else's happiness. but as the months went by, all those comments were starting to get to you and doubts began to arise.

it didn’t help that kageyama didn’t seem to care, he had never even bothered to bring it up after that first month of announcing your relationship. you have never felt smaller in your life, thinking that he found your relationship insignificant.

“you have to say something!” you pushed, your arms tight around your torso. “you wanted to go public and they’re degrading me, tobio!”

he rubbed the bridge of his nose, putting down his chopsticks as he calmly assessed the dinner you pushed away. “it’ll die down in a few days, you know they always find something else to talk about eventually. don’t take it to heart, [y/n].”

“and you’re not even going to bother defending me?” you scoffed, pushing back your chair as you didn’t have it in you to finish the rest of your meal.

“why should i defend you towards people that don’t matter?” his cold blue eyes flicked up to meet yours as you retreated from the dining area.

you had to avert your eyes. “god, why don’t you get it, tobio?”

“stop being so sensitive, [y/n].”

and just like that, he picked up his chopsticks and resumed his dinner, the conversation over.

these days you couldn’t help but think that your love for one another was dwindling, because even the one you thought would be by your side was also picking apart each and everything you did with a touch of hostility. and so that night as you lay in bed with your back turned towards your lover, you gave in to temptation and opened twitter, beginning to scroll through your feed and mentions.

‘kageyama deserves better than some fame whore’

‘pretty sure [y/l/n]’s only after his money’

‘he doesn’t even look happy when they’re together? #freekageyama’

‘this is just another pr stunt! they’ll break up sooner or later after [y/l/n] leeches enough of his money’

apparently, not only was there a hashtag trending due to the public being completely against your relationship, but not even a single tweet was in your favor. before you knew it, tears had welled up in your eyes as insecurity gripped your heart.

you turned to face the love of your life, tracing whatever of his features you could see in the dim lighting of your shared bedroom.

“hey, tobio?” you whispered, not sure if you were really expecting, or wanted, a response. “do you hate me?”

the silence seemed to stretch on forever.

his eyes remained closed shut, an ethereal look on his face as he went on sleeping, not knowing you were falling apart right next to him. you choked on your tears, turning towards the ceiling and willing yourself to rest, allowing your breathing to calm down and labor out, before finally feeling yourself begin to drift away.

but not before kageyama muttered something under his breath that you had no energy to decipher. “...you.”

what am i even doing here? you thought, just before a dreamless sleep held you in a comforting grip.

tags; @hanayanetwork @planetonet @anime-central-archived @hqintheclub @tahonet

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fuyuswifey · 8 months

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|Off duty|

Pairing: Ken Ryuguji x fem! Reader

Cw: Nurse! Ryuguji, established relationship, pet names, alcohol consumption, smut, oral (male receiving), multiple positions, cursing, top! Ryuguji, bttm! Reader, 1.3k words

💫In which you want to help your husband relax after working nonstop💫

It wasn't uncommon for your boyfriend to come home exhausted. After all, he worked 12 hour long shifts. It's only normal that his body is growing tired by the end of the night. On the days he came home from work you guys didn’t spend much time together. After attending to his duties for more than half a day, the only thing on his mind is showering, eating dinner, and sleeping. Tonight was different though. Tonight, you wanted to take care of him. To break him out of his after work routine and pamper him. Spend some time together. You had cleaned the whole house from top to bottom. Every room in their shared home smelled of lavender, his favorite scent. The dinner was already cooked and waiting on the table along with a glass of his favorite wine. You sat pretty at the table waiting. You decided to dress up a little, wearing a dress that hugged you in all the right places, and heels to go along with them. It wasn’t anything crazy, but you know it would be enough to catch your man’s attention.

The sound of the lock clicking, followed by the sound of the door opening immediately caught your attention. You turned towards the sound, smiling at the sight of your boyfriend entering your guys' shared home. He looked exhausted to say the least. Feet dragging on the ground as he drops his bag on the floor. His brown hair no longer in the neat ponytail he styled it in every morning, and instead of a little messy. You’re convinced he didn’t see you in the kitchen. Not when he’s leaning against the door, eyes closed as he sighs and mutters words you can’t make out to himself.

“Ken” You called softly

He quickly opened his eyes to the sound of your voice. A small smile grew on his face at the sight of you. “Hi baby. I didn’t even see you in there” He said as he joined you in the kitchen. When he reached the room it was only then he noticed what you had set up for him. His favorite meal for dinner. His favorite wine. His favorite scent filling the air. You looking absolutely stunning. All for him. He sat down slowly, still looking over the table that had an arrangement of all his favorite things. “This all for me sweetheart?” He asked, even though he knew the answer. Who else would it be for? His smile grew by the second. “What could I have possibly done to deserve this?”.

You couldn’t help but chuckle at him softly. “What could you have possibly done? What haven’t you done?” You asked, but continued to speak before he could interject. “You work so hard all the time, and I’m always so proud that you are able to help other people with your job. I know it can be tiring though. I can see it in your face when you come home after working such long shifts. I thought maybe you deserve a night to feel a little pampered and appreciated”. You stopped talking for a short amount of time, raising your glass of wine slightly as you gave him a smile. “To you being such a hard worker”.

“To me being such a hard worker”

The dinner was a success, but right now was probably the best part of both of your guys' nights. The way you’re straddling your boyfriend's lap, your hip grinding against his. Your hands planted onto his thighs to steady yourself, and his hands placed firmly on your hips to help you move. Maybe it’s the fact that you guys haven’t had sex in a while, or maybe he’s just big, but the way you can feel his huge dick kissing your cervix perfectly is sending you into a spiral.

“K-Ken.. so full” You muttered in between moans. There was a growing strain in your thighs, but it was so easy to ignore when the feeling of pleasure was way stronger. “K-Ken, you feel so good”.

His grip on your waist tightened, helping you rock your hips quicker. “So tight….Missed feeling the way you squeeze me baby”. He had missed this feeling, hating that he didn’t get to indulge in it more often. He let out a low groan before flipping both of you guys over, laying you down on the couch softly as took his position between your legs. You both let out an in sync groan once he sunk back into you. You felt tighter than usual to him, probably due to how long it's been since you guys had any kind of sex. It made this moment more wonderful though. The way your walls wrapped around his dick like a well-fitted glove. It felt like heaven on earth. Your hands gripped onto his arms, nails digging into the skin. You knew there would be marks there in the morning, but you also knew that he didn’t mind. He liked seeing the reminders of your previous night.

“K-Ken!” You croaked, unable to form any other words. You wanted to tell him you were close, but your mind was hazy, and none of your thoughts or words were coming together. How could you think straight after all? It’s almost impossible when your boyfriend is literally fucking you like there’s no tomorrow. Your hands gripped onto the cushion under you, and the way his hips slammed into yours constantly shifted you up the couch. His hands gripped at your hips though, pulling you back towards him every time. It was almost like a fun game to him. Seeing how far his hips could push you up before pulling you back down, muttering a “Where you going?” with a sly grin on his face.

He let out a shaky groan, losing himself in the pleasure. He pulled one of your legs up, placing it over his shoulder as he continued to plunge into your soaking wet pussy. With the way he had you angled, he hit your sensitive spot dead on everytime, earning strings of whines every time. Tonight he was more vocal than ever, releasing breathy groans in your ear along with his continuous praise, making it known you were his “good girl”. Sex was always great for him but this was different. This was heavenly. “Can’t believe I was missing out on this because of work” he muttered, a harsh grunt erupting from his chest. His speed only increased by the minute, the squelching sounds of your wetness and the sound of your guys skin connecting filling the living room. It was music to both of your ears though.

“Fuck- gonna cum. Gonna feel you up. Is that what you want?” Ken asked in a low voice, his pace never faltering. “I think you deserve it after treating me so well tonight. Such a good girl”

His words only sent you farther into euphoria. “Please Ken! Want it bad” You begged. “Want you to fill me. Please”

“Well if that’s what my baby wants, then that’s what she gets” He said with a sly smirk. He brought his thumb down between your legs, rubbing at your clit to help you come close to your orgasm as well. “You gotta cum with me though”

Almost like his words were the trigger for you, you immediately felt the knot in your stomach snap, your orgasm hitting you. “Ken!” You called in a high-pitched moan, your toes curling as he helped you ride out your high. It was only second after that he was also cumming, filling you like he promised. He didn’t stop moving though, instead slowing his movements as he fucked his cum back into you, earning low whines from you. After a few seconds he withdrew himself from you, getting up from the couch slowly.

He placed a soft kiss on your cheek before speaking. “Gonna go get a rag to clean you up. Just stay here and relax”. Before he left he placed a quick, but soft kiss on your lips. “And once again, thank you for tonight”.

You smiled at him as you watched him head for the bathroom. Needless to say, your plan was a success.

A/n: Hii to whoever's reading <3 I wrote this as a part of @preciousamethyst 1k collaboration! Congrats on 1k <3

Networks: @enchantedforest-network | @planetonet

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portfolio-of-dreams · 2 years

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just, friends? | yuta okkotsu x afab! reader

warnings: 18+, minors dni! enemies to lovers(ish), yuta is mean, sparring/fighting, (do you count that?), dom! yuta, a lil possessive, marking, nipple play, shower sex, spiting, slight exhibitionism, reader gets called baby, language, pussy inspection, oral (f!receiving), orgasm denial, dacryphilia, cervix fucking, tummy buldge, creampie, unprotected sex (wear ur raincoat), slight dumbification, reader gets spanked once, dirty talk (kinda ig), squirting, cum eating, cum … swapping.

w/c: 3.5k

a/n: back on my yuta brainrot. another thank you to @xshinigamikittenx for being my beta-reader. you’re awesome and your comments make my day. kissing u softly. REPOST TO SEE SOMETHING.

“Hey, watch it Okkotsu!” you grumbled towards the raven haired man who bumped shoulders with you as you walked on opposite sides of the pathway on campus.

“Maybe if you watched where you were walking, you would have seen me.” He rolled his eyes as he turned on his heels.

You didn’t know what it was but everything about Yuta Okkotsu made your blood boil. Everything he had, everything he was- you just hated. His stupid smirk that would plaster across his face when Gojo congratulated him on another job well done, even though you were his assigned partner for it. His cursed technique always got all the attention. Yuta is so special. Yuta is going to be the strongest. Yuta was the bane of your existence. You knew he didn’t like you either because he always requested to go on missions with you because your cursed tools worked well with him- he preferred to fight in close range whereas you were the long range assistance. You felt as though he asked for you because he knew he would get all the credit and he could rub it in later on. You were just as naturally gifted with your abilities as he was. But it was always about dumb Yuta.

You got so lost in frustrating thoughts you had walked an entire circle around campus. Well, what better way to blow off some steam then go train in the dojo? You took a moment to compose yourself and turned to go back in the direction of the training room.

You pushed open the tall, wooden doors to find your teacher inside. “Oh, Gojo. Sorry, I didn’t know anyone would be in here.”

He looked at you with a soft smile, eyes hidden behind his black bandana. “Not an issue, y/n! Came to blow off some steam it looks like?”

You just nodded your head and he clapped his hands together. “Perfect, I’ll help you out.”

You dropped your bag on the side along the wall and took a fighting stance in front of Gojo. He said whenever you were ready to start, but not to tell him or show any expression that you were going to swing at him. You took a deep breath, counted to three in your mind and exhaled. You stood there for a moment and then quickly bent down to sweep your leg at his ankles. He hopped over it without even paying attention. You kicked your leg up to try to hit him but to no avail. In one quick motion you were back on your feet, sending a right hook towards him to which he responded by leaning to the left. He didn’t throw any punches or really try to defend against your attacks. You huffed as you realized you were getting nowhere like this, even after twenty minutes of being at it. Then you got an idea.

You kept at the jabs in his direction, each one he dodged easily, not even breaking a sweat. You dug your toe in the space on the mat and fell forward. To which he stepped quickly towards you, catching you in his arms and you smirked.

You lightly tapped the underside of his jaw with your fist, “Got ya.”

He laughed in response, lifting the corner of his blindfold with his thumb, looking at you with a sapphire crystal eye “You sure did.”

And then you heard the most dramatic throat clear. You turned your head as Gojo set you on your feet, and saw the lowered annoyed eyes of Yuta. He walked towards the two of you, his eyes trained on your figure. He was slightly taller than you and looked down once he was close enough and feigned an innocent smile that spread across his chapped lips.

“I was hoping I could train a little tonight as well.” And he turned his head to glare at Gojo with honest eyes but you knew it was all an act.

“Sure! Actually, that works perfectly. It’s time for my evening teasing of Nanamin.” He joked as he skipped out of the dojo.

Yuta snapped his head back at you, growling at you to pick up your bamboo kendo stick. You stuck your tongue out at him as you turned to the barrel of sticks to pull one out to use. You took a stance in front of him as he slid one foot behind the other and bent his knees slightly. The both of you lunged forwards, sticks connecting at the tip with a thwack. You jumped backward and stabbed your stick towards his stomach which he jumped out of the way from. Your sticks clacked and snapped against each other with every swing. Feet padding against the mat floor as you two danced and moved in tandem like you could predict the movements of the other person. Yuta’s face fell and his brows knitted together, he wanted this to be over already. He lunged at you with his kendo stick, making you move to your left to avoid being hit and at the same time, he swiped his foot at your ankles, making you topple over.

“I won.” He said blandly as your anger bubbled over, jumping to your feet.

“You cheated. Playing dirty like that.” Your words seethed towards him as he gave you a light shove past you as you walked to the edge of the room to where you dropped your bag.

You rolled your eyes at him, before turning your attention to the floor to pick up your jacket and backpack. In a swift motion, he was pressing his body against yours, your back pushed up against the cool wall of the room.

“Funny that you thought you could take me down.” His hand moved up, holding your chin in his slender fingers. He tilted your head to the side, allowing him access to your sweat slicked skin.

“F- fuck you, Okkotsu.” You knew he didn’t miss the way your words collapsed.

His warm breath fanned over you as he placed his other hand against the wall on the side of your face, slightly above you, his lips just inches away. You let your eyes slip closed when you felt them crash greedily against yours, feeling sparks light up from your spine down to your toes. You shouldn’t feel like this- you hated him, right?

Yuta’s tongue dragged roughly over the seam of your lips, demanding entrance. You fought against him; only allowing him to tug on yours. He bit your lip hard enough for you to part them and slide his tongue inside. It was heated and rough- unlike any kiss you've had before. Breathy moans escaped your mouths as teeth clashed. Every sound was swallowed by Yuta’s mouth. Goosebumps spread across your skin and you shivered, feeling him smirk as he squeezed you, grabbing your waist so forcefully you were sure there would be small bruises, pulling you as close to him as possible. You stayed there with him, in a kiss so hungry, so needy it felt possessive. It suffocated your senses and dulled your thoughts to the point you only remembered to move your lips against his with the same vigor.

How much time had passed before you finally broke the connection? You finally looked up to meet his blue eyes, a blue deeper than the ocean abyss. The golden hues of the evening sun seeped through the cladded dojo windows and slanted across Yuta’s face. You felt your stomach clench and pushed his hair off his forehead where it had sat flatly. You dug your teeth into your bottom lip and inched closer, sliding one of your thighs up between his. A loan groan escaped his parted mouth, and he pushed your leg down to be replaced with his own.

“You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to do this”- he smirks, licking a wet stripe along the vein in your neck- “And you were just getting too close to Gojo for my liking tonight.” He spoke as he moved his thigh up, rubbing it against your core.

“Yuta. We’re in public” You barely choked out between moans.

“Then I guess you better keep quiet then.” He growled lowly as his teeth worked the sensitive spot on your neck.

The heat of his lips caused your head to roll back, hitting the wall behind you, your sweat trailing down your temple leaving wet stains against the concrete. He smirked as he continued to kiss and suck at that sweet spot that made you moan his name. He would no doubt leave a mark, as he continued his movements against your sweet skin. Your hands moved up to run through his hair but he quickly grabbed them, slamming them above you with one hand wrapped around your wrists. You inhaled sharply as he rubbed his thigh harsher against your clothed cunt. Your moans became more apparent, echoing in the space. The hand he had on your chin, moves to cover your mouth as you hear the door open. He stands there, staring into your eyes, continuing to grind his thigh on you.

“Shh, baby. We don't want to be found” He smirks at you.

He picks you up easily, stepping lightly towards the open showers. His lips are rough against yours- needy and desperate to taste you again. He places you up against the wall, holding you in place with one strong arm as the other reaches over, turning on the warm water, exposing your breasts. He breaks apart from the kiss- a trail of saliva connecting you two together still. His eyes travel down to your perked nipples, you hear him mutter a shit, before taking one into his mouth. His tongue swirls around the hardened bud as the hand that's snaked around your waist, grabs at the plush of your skin. Your moans become louder, only slightly muffled by the shower running. Your hands, finally free- run through his hair, pushing his mouth further onto your chest. He continues to nip at the bud as he sets you down. He pulls his mouth off with a pop and takes both in between his fingers, twisting and tugging at the supple flesh. He watches as you squirm, chest heaving into his touch. He chuckles lightly at your groans and pulls until you’re released and then he flicks both sensitive nubs which makes you wince backward. He places a soft kiss to the valley between your breasts and moves his hand down your curves and starts to rub harsh circles onto your clit.

“Yuta. More. Need more.” You groan and you move slightly in his grip.

“Aw, look at you. A mewling mess in my touch. Looks like you don’t hate me as much as you thought” He speaks against your skin, licking down your stomach to your hips.

He pulls the rest of your pants down, exposing yourself to him. He licks between your wet folds, using just the tip of his tongue to tease you. Before pulling away to spread your lips with his fingers, getting too close for comfort as he inspected your cunt. You tried your best to close your legs as you felt yourself heating up in embarrassment. He pushed your thigh with his free hand as the other slapped your wet core.

“Don’t do that. Wanna get a look at this pretty little pussy I’m about to shove my cock into.” He spoke low as he spit on your clit lewdly.

He watched as your walls fluttered, begging for attention; begging for him to stuff it full. But you deserved to wait- after falling ever so “accidentally” into Gojo’s arms as you were training with him earlier. So he pressed his thumb down and rubbed your pretty clit. The way he teased you, the way he touched you- you were becoming addicted to the feeling and you wanted to experience more of him. He kept his face close, hot breaths eliciting a wanton moan from your lips as he slides a finger between your lips. He pulls his thumb away for a moment to pull back the hood of your clit and places a soft kiss to it, making your knees buckle. Your hands are shaking as you move them to his shoulders in an attempt to ground yourself. Your focus is waning with every pump of his finger- and then he adds another. His fingers prod at your gummy walls, slick coating them as they slide in past his knuckles, lips puckering to suck harshly on your sensitive nerves as his pretty eyes glare up at you.

Something about the look he holds as the water drips from the tips of his hair, his wet white tee sticking to his skin, the way his fingers are curling and hitting all the right spots. Your thighs start to shake and your breath catches as your eyes roll back and you try to brace yourself as you feel your orgasm approaching. But he stops, a soft cry filters over your lips- and he laughs as he stands up.

“Open your mouth.” You knew it was a demand but you were still trying to muffle your sighs from the denial.

He rolls his eyes at your disobedience and grabs your cheeks squishing them together. He shoves his fingers past your lips, pushing down on your tongue to hear those choked whines that sounded so pretty from you. You gag slightly when his knuckles touch your lip as he spreads your juices around on your tongue. He made your mouth close as he pulled his digits out, making sure you got every drop of yourself.

“You taste yourself? So sweet- why have you been keeping this from me?” His words sounded so sinful, your head was spinning.

He peeled his clothes off, tossing them to the corner out of the way of the shower. He stepped back into the water, slicking his hair back as droplets ran down his toned form. Curving around the outlines of his pecs as the bead rolled down over his perked nipples and followed the line of his abs down to his hips. The steamy atmosphere adding to your already spinning head made you see stars. You could feel yourself shaking as your legs wanted to give out, then two strong hands gripped your shoulders. Your eyes trailed up the muscles in his arms and saw the way they flexed knowing your attention was on him. You noticed the way his lips curved up into a coy smirk.

“I’ll take good care of you” He growled in your ear as he hooked your thigh over his hip.

He kept careful eye contact with you as he lined himself up with your entrance. His flushed tip pushing against your puffy folds, covering his tip in your slick. Your back was pushed up against the wall, his thick calloused fingers digging into the plush skin of your thigh as his cockhead slipped into you. Your slick essence and sinful moans spurring him to sink further into your squelching cunt. He went in slow but didn’t give you a moment to adjust as he pulled out to the cut on his tip and then rammed back into you. A choked sob escaped your parted lips as you batted your wet lashes at him.

“Yuta!”- you cried as fresh hot tears started to spill from your big doe eyes - “Please t’ too much”

He grinned seductively as he kissed the corner of your eye, “Crying for me, baby? Look so pretty”

His eyebrows furrowed as vulgarities fell from his pink lips as he set the pace. Pulling back and snapping his hips forward into you. The sounds of your wetness are muffled by his groans and the water of the shower raining down and echoing off the tiled floor. You could feel your body melting into him with every force of his hips, gasping with every thrust. Your head lulled into the valley of his neck, teeth grasping onto his collarbones as drool spilled from your lips. He ferociously, mercilessly, pounded deep inside you. Hitting every soft spot along the way, the way the thick vein on his cock rubbed against your gummy walls, and how he kept hitting the top of your cervix- you were at his mercy. He snaked his thumb down your wet stomach to rub your clit and fat tears of pleasure pooled down your face as you cried his name.

“Fuck. Look at you, taking me so well.” His grunts become more apparent as he continues to abuse your overstimulated clit.

You feel him hitting deep, each thrust makes your cunt clamp down onto him. He’s rough as his thumb moves and his fingers dig into your leg, creating crescent shaped indents. He’s hitting so deep, bruising your cervix with every obscene movement. You can only focus on him pounding into you, your nails scratching down his back, no doubt leaving scratches but you know he doesn't mind when he moans out loud. He nudges your head up with his and attached his lips hard to yours. Puffy and red when he pulls away, drinking in your exhales as he hovers over your parted lips. His thrusts got sloppy and his balls felt heavy slapping against the curve of your ass and you know he’s just as close as you are.

Then he pulls out. Making you wince and whine at the empty feeling.

“Turn around, put your hands against the wall.” You do as he says, you’ve been denied two orgasms now.

He grabs your ass, slapping a harsh red handprint onto your right cheek as he spreads them apart. He adjusts himself to your dripping hole again and slides back in. You swear he’s going to fuck the shape of his cock into you- and nothing after him will feel right. Your walls are stretching back out to accommodate him, creating a soreness in your legs. You're whining his name and begging him to let you cum already and something inside him snaps. He grips your ass hard, using it as leverage to fuck into you. Your thighs are twitching with each roll of his hips as he continually bottoms out deep into your cunt. His focus is on watching his fat cock disappear into you over, and over again. One hand reaches around to press against your tummy and you feel him all the way in your womb and your tears are gushing as they fall to the floor in front of you.

You rest your cheek against the wall and take one hand off to reach down between your legs to grab and fondle his heavy balls. He yelps at the new sensation and moves even harder into you. You’re pulling on his soft flesh, and feel them tighten in your grasp. The circling and bucking of his hips falters and you feel the knot inside you bubble up. He’s cursing and stammering under his breath, how good your pussy feels, how wet you are from him. His filthy words send you over the edge and you're spewing your juices against him- squirting them onto the base of his cock and coating his thighs. He loves your reaction- the way your panting and your pretty cunt is clamping and twitching. You feel the final tingle of his balls in your hand and the first warmth of his cum spilling into you and you squeeze your hand that's holding him, eliciting a loud groan from him as you milk him for all his worth. He chases his high, white slick filling you to your brim as it threatens to spill once he pulls out. He bends down to be eye-level with your pussy and he notices the small bead of cum dripping down onto your clit. He’s fast with his tongue, licking a stripe from your clit to your stretched out hole as he collects his spilling seed into his mouth. He stands and turns you around, connecting his lips with yours, his hand clenching your jaw to fill your mouth with every bit of what's in his, spitting the rest as he closes his mouth on yours.

“Swallow.” And you do, because you’re fucked too dumb to mutter cohernt words. Your vision filled with stars.

He snickers at your disheveled appearance as he turns back into the cascading water. You stand there for a minute, trying to collect enough strength to walk under the heated shower as well. But you sigh as your thighs shake and you slide your back down the wall. He rolls his eyes at you and takes your hands, dragging you into the water to clean yourself off.

“So, what now?” The only words you’re able to utter as you sit on the warm ground, allowing the water to rush over your face.

Yuta scoffs at your words, as he wraps a towel around his waist, “What do you mean? We’re just friends.” He walks to the corner to pick up his clothes and turns to go, leaving you to ponder in your thoughts over what the fuck just happened

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blueparadis · 2 years

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#𝐁𝐚𝐣𝐢 : ❝MY FERAL PRINCESS❞

꒰content warnings꒱ — she /her pronouns, aged-up Baji (in his 20s), jealous boyfriend baji, established relationship, s/d dynamics, dom baji, domish reader, fluff, crack, soft smut ˖˖ wc- 0.6k

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Baji skims his veiny artistic hands through his locks while his eyes roam all over you from afar. "Yep see you Fuyu, bye", you wave your hand through the window as Chifuyu smiles back. That was the first time Baji bit his bottom lip too hard to bruise it just because you ruffled Chifuyu's hair.

No, he didn't hate you for blending into his friend's circle he liked seeing you being the center of attraction. And with him on your side, you both have become an eyesore to all. Baji liked it, liked to show you off: his feral princess.

"hey!", he calls out wrapping his gingers around your wrist and pulling you into his lap. You could feel his cold hands over your back. The moment you shift your gaze on him his eyebrows jerk up while he blurts out,

"What the fuck?! You're not wearing a bra....."His other hand resting on your thighs as your clear your throat puckering up your lips in a pout exclaiming," It was getting uncomfy..."

"Oh yeah!", he utters lifting one of his eyebrows. You know why exactly he's being like that, you two just had a dinner party with all of his friends.

Chifuyu was the last one to leave while all the time Mikey was way too excited to meet you. It was Mikey's nagging that Baji agreed to have this in the first place.

"Never mind! You must be really tired...", he exhales strongly slipping his hands under your top as he leans onto your shoulders. "Keisuke... Kei... keiiii"

"Shhhhh! I'm trying to calm down", he mumbles but before you could satisfy your curiosity more he sucks onto your pulse point making you gasp. You turn towards him hoping for more of his gentle touch but he swiftly scoops you in his arms carrying you to the bed.

It was so unlike him. No, he loves to cuddle with you but after constantly slipping his hands onto your things during dinner time he just suddenly turns cold, or maybe he is just tired.

"omg! everyone's here, you squealed in excitement. Baji's heart dropped seeing you hopping from Mikey's bike. One thing he cherished the most is bike rides with you; how could he not after you whispered right into his ear those magical words while having your arms curled around his torso.

So, seeing you with Mikey like that he couldn't just hold it any longer but he knows that it's him, his insecurity, not some deliberate lame-ass acts to make him jealous.

As soon as you reach the group Baji slips his hands along your nape rubbing his nose against your temple, followed by a kiss on your cheeks. You nuzzle in his embrace in a reflex, smiling at his gesture.

While others gave you two a little space he just whispers with his bold masculine tone “don’t turn me on now" making you flinch and as you look up to him he gives you a wide grin concluding, "I'm not gonna hesitate to drag you behind that cottage and fuck you baby", with a squeeze on your ass.

"But Kei ... I wore a bra today and that turned you on?", you mumble cocking an eyebrow on him, adjusting the collar of his shirt. “I love you!”, he utters instantly biting his lower lip slowly.

Baji indeed hid the fact that he did it purely out of jealousy but you: his feral princess obeying him, all the more: dressing by his liking sure made him hard.

by BLUEPARADIS

tagging — @haitaniapologist @1900-aria @etheralyonn + networks— @tokyometronetwork @downtown-roponggi @planetonet @tometpd

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dearbraus · 2 years

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— So Cruel

Starring; Gorou

Warnings; 18+ minors dni + gn reader + dom reader + edging (character receiving) + thigh humping + biting/marking + animalistic behaviours.

Word count; 0.6k

Note; Aaaa i’ve had such bad gorou brainrot so have this :) (ps, the idea of gorou growling and bearing his teeth when he’s frustrated is sending me so i had to include it aaaa)

The snarl is supposed to be threatening, you realize that when a growl accompanies it. Gorou’s teeth are instinctively bared and his fluffy ears are flattened against his head, “Please,” he grits, his voice breaking and his nails shredding the sheets below him. You try not to laugh but you can’t help it, “I wanna cum!”

Gorou growls at you once more, his eyes drifting from his aching cock up to your face. The pout your sport is feigned and it would have been endearing had this not been the third time you denied him his orgasm. He didn’t mean to be so nasty to you, but he couldn’t help it– dog instincts or something Gorou still was unsure but you didn’t seem to mind it, not when it made things all the more exciting. Resting your cheek against his taunt thigh, you pretend to be lost in thought, absentmindedly rubbing a circle into the garishly red head of his cock.

“Hm, I dunno baby,” you chuckle, releasing your grip on his cock, “You’re being awfully mean to me, I’m not so sure you deserve it!”

Your fingertips gently graze against the sharp contour of his hip as you send him a wicked grin.

“Maybe you should work for it!”

Tears of frustration prickle at his eyes, Gorou wished he wasn’t so soft-hearted and that he could have snapped back with some sort of witty retort. Instead, he just rolled his eyes, a forced laugh leaving him as you shifted from your spot between his thighs.

“And just how should I do that?” He whines, his plump bottom lip jutting out as he frowned.

Slinking over to the armchair tucked away in the corner of his room, you pat your lap, “Come here puppy.”

Gorou hated when you called him that. The stupid nickname made his heart swell and his tail pathetically wags behind him like he really was a puppy– your puppy.

Shuffling into your lap, Gorou can’t help but nuzzle into you. His flushed, sweaty skin sticks to yours as he presses his hot body against you. Burying his face into your shoulder, he shudders as his sensitive cock pressed against your thigh. His precum smears against the material of your pants and he cringes at the thought of it staining.

Your teeth and lips leave a spattering of sloppy lovebites across his shoulder as you ruffle his sweat-damp hair from his forehead, “You know what to do sweet boy,” kissing the column of his neck your fingers find their way to his ears, “Don’t get shy on me pup.”

His tail thumps against the armrest and his entire body begins to heat up. The blush on his cheeks spreads down his neck to his chest. Gorou slowly rocks his hips into your thigh, overly sensitive and unbearably needy. It doesn’t take much for that familiar feeling to creep into his belly. Moaning out your name, he nips at your neck until his name is on your lips as well.

“Gonna cum for me?”

Gorou nods, panting as the muscles in his stomach tighten and he finds all the lingering thoughts swirling through his mind slipping away as he came, the blunt edge of his nails biting into your arm.

“Feels good, right?”

His forehead knocks against yours, watery eyes meeting yours.

“My perfect boy, you’re so good for me!”

Heat crawls along the back of his neck and whines when you press your lips against yours, “Shut up…”

Tugging his hair you giggle, “Don’t wanna … I’d rather make you cum again.”

That same devilish look is back and though it terrifies him, it excited him all the same.

#gorou smut #gorou x reader #genshin smut #genshin x reader #gi smut #gi x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact smut #tw:edging #tw:marking #planeto🪐

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thunderslumbers · 2 years

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Love Languages || Tanjiro Kamado, Zenitsu Agatsuma, Kyojuro Rengoku, Tengen Uzui

warnings: N/A

word count: 1017 words

author's note: I love analyzing characters, so maybe I'll do another one with attachment styles hehe

"You know I love you, so let me into your heart, do you really love me?" me and your mama, childish gambino

Tanjiro Kamado's love languages are...

-> Acts of Service

Tanjiro wants nothing more than to make you happy, even if it means picking up a few more chores around the house. He really doesn't mind, and it puts him at ease to know you're relaxed and content.

He wakes up bright and early to make you breakfast, take care of you when you're sick, and he does the chores you don't like doing. Along with many other things he can do for you!

-> Quality Time

Tanjiro likes being by your side, whether taking some extra time while getting ready in the morning or staying awake at night and talking until you two get sleepy, he wants to be close to you.

He'll slow his pace when walking with you, taking your hand in his as he stops and admires the scenery (and you) He enjoys baking with you, making sweet treats filled with love as you two make idle conversation, He loves cuddling you and talking, feeling your breath on his neck when you talk about the latest events in your life.

Zenitsu Agatsuma's love languages are...

-> Physical Touch

Zenitsu is very, very touchy. He grabs at your fingers and at your clothes, he subconsciously keeps close to you in fear of losing you. He likes to touch your skin, rub his fingers over any scars or blemishes. He hugs you when he wakes up, when he's happy, when he's upset, after a mission. Even when he's aching and hurt.

He loves cuddling, big spoon, little spoon, it doesn't matter (as long as he can reach to kiss you) he'll snuggle up to your chest to hear your heartbeat and if you run your hand through his hair he'll be in ecstasy. He loves holding your hands and kissing each knuckle.

-> Words of Affirmation

Zenitsu is really self-deprecating, he hates himself for being so cowardly, but when you voice that you love him, affirm it's okay to feel fear, encourage him to try new things, he realizes that he's worthy of love. He never wants you to feel what he feels, so he constantly tells you his feelings for you, vocalizing his affections with a blush on his face.

When you tell him you love him, especially when it sounds so warm and tender he tears up. He's eternally grateful to have found you. He snuggles up to you and holds you tightly, whispering how much he adores you. He'll interrupt himself with small pecks to your face and lips but he always continues on with his words.

Kyojuro Rengoku's love languages are...

-> Words of Affirmation

Kyojuro adores showering you in praise and compliments, cheering you on even with the most simple tasks. He likes to wax poetry on your beauty, your strength, and all the other wonderful features you have that he could speak for hours about. At night though, when you're settling for bed his words are soft and gentle, comparing his love for you to the great depth of the ocean.

He often brags to the other hashiras about you, whether or not you're there. He thinks he's blessed to have someone like you in his life, and he's never ashamed to state it out loud to anyone who'll hear. He'd shout his love for you from the rooftops if you asked. He's deeply affected by any words of affirmation from you, it impacts him a lot. With the death of his mother and the rejection from his father, he rarely hears words of encouragement or an "I'm proud of you." from anyone dear to him. You'll see the corners of his smile falter, and you'll see a profound expression on his face when he looks at you.

-> Quality Time

With his duties as a hashira, he savors each and every moment he spends with you. Even if it seems small and menial he dedicates the smallest things to memory. If you were busy with your own things he'd be content to watch, seeing you so focused on something captures his attention like no other. One of the things he enjoys the most is resting with you, being close to each other physically soothes his soul.

Whenever he comes back to the Rengoku estate and sees you doing things around the house, or even resting outside and reading something, he always goes to you first. Even if he's exhausted and sore, the first thing he'll do is spend some time with you alone to talk. He loves it when you spend time with him while unwinding, taking a bath together, cleaning a room, and even going out to shop hand in hand.

Tengen Uzui's love languages are...

-> Gift Giving

He loves giving you extravagant clothes and accessories. With all the money he earns as a hashira he ensures himself, you, and his spouses live luxuriously and flamboyantly. Fine silk, intricate cloth, glittering hair pins, earrings, rings, bracelets, you want it? name it and he'll buy it for you.

He has a soft spot for handmade crafts though. When he comes back from a stressful mission, you're there with a little trinket in hand he finds himself being a little more indulgent and hugging you tighter than usual. Any handmade clothes gifted to him are worn until they have holes in them, the cloth being a piece of you that stays with him even if he's not next to you.

-> Physical Touch

One thing I'll say, Tengen is unashamed when it comes to PDA. He'll openly have a hand rested on your waist, he'll playfully pinch at your skin while eating dinner, he'll have his hands inching lower and lower down your back while he kisses you in the middle of a street. He's the type of guy to slap your ass as you walk away, whether you go and slap his is up to you though ;)

Cuddle piles with your spouses are a must. Even if it means Tengen picking all four of you up and dropping you on the bed you'll stay and huddle up to him. Staying close physically when Tengen is home is always important. It's the small things that matter too, a hand on his arm when cooking together, grabbing his hands and intertwining your fingers together as you share some good news, or a gentle caress when he's upset.

#planeto🪐#rené.writing #rené.fluff #x reader #headcanons #tanjiro kamado #zenitsu agatsuma #kyojuro rengoku #tengen uzui #tanjiro kamado x reader #zenitsu agatsuma x reader #rengoku kyojuro x reader #uzui tengen x reader

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dilfhos · 7 months

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CORRECTIVE ACTION.

#!WHO; LEVI ACKERMAN

#!CC: fem!reader, power dynamic/abuse(?), fingering, o.sex (giving and receiving) use of “Sir” and “Captain” (duh!), humiliation, spanking, implied oral from Eren, SLIGHT reluctance, audible cucking(?), spanking and a jealously sassy Levi who wants you all to himself (um mix of mentioned arcs idk lol dnt hunt me)

also, since reader is racially ambiguous, i decided to do an experiment to see if blood rushes by spanking my thigh and legs. it does in fact leave a reddish tinge so for my black/darker toned readers—you’re welcome ;)

#!NETWORKS @angelshub @bitchcraftinc @planetonet

+remastered directly from my ao3! (feel free to read if you wish but fyi its a HAWT mess lmao).

“Repeat, ‘Eren was eating my cunt, Captain Levi.’”…

Knock knock knock.

There wasn’t an answer right away and you couldn’t stop your hands from shaking, even as your nails dug into your palms. In all of the times you had been apart of the Survey Corp, you were never called to the captain’s office this late. Something was different.

"State your name and business. " Levi's firm voice echoed through the door.

"Cadet…sir. You called me down." You gritted your teeth at how awfully timid you sounded. You couldn’t shake the feeling of your stomach rolling over as you awaited his reply.

"Enter." Opening and closing the door behind you stood in front of his desk, frozen in a sharp salute. He sat casually at his desk, leaned back as his feet were crossed precariously on the edge. A plethora of open folders and classified documents laid beside, neatly stacked. His icy gaze trailed over your body, sharp and unreadable as always until you gulped, nervous under his scrutinizing gaze.

"You wanted to see me, Captain." You stated, less of a question. He stood up, his dark eyes locked on yours. He nodded sharply as if to say 'at ease'.

You kept your hands at your sides now, stiff. Sure, your tough exterior was prominent, but you were practically shaking on the inside. Were you in trouble? Did you mess up in the training today? You recalled Levi’s scrutinizing eyes on you when you were pinned by Jean in practice close-combat. The humiliation from your peers as you completely ate dirt while he guffawed victoriously at finally defeating you.

Levi walked slowly around the desk, calling your focus away from your racing mind.

"Earlier today after the mess hall, where were you?"

You gulped. There were a couple possibilities. Outside the cabin whispering to Mikasa where you would be once Commander Pyxis walked out. There was that brief pause passing the latrines as you tried to convince Connie that nothing funny was going on. Then there was the final thing he could have been talking about. And he couldn't have known that, could he? You timed and worked your crude plan as thoroughly as possible, being discreet of your intention and whereabouts.

You weighed the options. You could come clean right then and there and risk his possible violent response or you could play dumb. Maybe he could come up with a less specific reason why you weren't where you were supposed to be at that time. Stupidly, you decided to go with the latter.

"Sir?" Your face grew hot.

He paused in front of you, eyebrow raised.

"Perhaps I can be a bit more specific,” He started. His tone was light yet firm, still conveying a strain which told you to tread carefully in how you should respond at this point. He began a slow, menacing pace in front of you. Not daring to move or even breath, your heart hammered as you stared straight ahead at the wall in front of you, eyes dancing over detailed maps and scribbled notes.

“At that time, what were you doing with Jaeger?"

Your mouth grew dry, lips parting and snapping shut with no sound. There it was. The final nail to the coffin of shame and embarrassment. What made it worse is that he knew that you knew that he knew what was going on. He chuckled dryly at your face, noting that even though he was as specific about it as possible, you tried to remain cool.

"Oh…Don't tell me you forgot Cadet." He said, an amusing lilt to his voice.

"I-Well sir..." The pits of your arms began to itch. Your throat tightened as your eyes slowly flickered to Levi’s who now stopped directly in front of you. Knowing the strict conduct before your superiors from years of condition, you fought the urge to jump back from the spot entirely from his proximity.

Of course you didn’t forget.

How could you forget the feel of Eren’s soft locks threaded through your fingers as his head was buried between your sticky thighs? You could suddenly feel the throb in your hand where you sunk your teeth to keep from screaming his name throughout the barracks. His glinting green eyes gazing up at you, twinkling in the light the nearby lanterns provided. The feel of his fingers as they pumped slowly in your wet pussy was unforgettable to say the least as his sneaky words were burned to memory; "Quiet down. Or else someone’ll get us in trouble."

You could laugh at the irony but your mind was flooded with the brutal lashing of his tongue on your clit as you smothered him, using his face to get off.

But now, as if shifting back into reality, to hell, to what you wish was an embarrassing and cautious dream was your Captain, growing more impatient as he awaited for what he already knew.

"I-I was with Eren.." You said softly. You grimaced expecting some sort of physical action. Slacking off was one thing, even showing signs of weakness. He expected this from his soldiers. They’re simply what the last defense against the Titans were—only Human.

However fraternization was an entirely different matter, seeing the severity of a more complex reality. Especially under the supervision of Commander Erwin and Captain Levi who were already under a lens, protecting Eren, the newly discovered Attack Titan. It was silent, the captain staring at you and you back at him.

"While he was eating your cunt. Correct?" He spat shamelessly and your eyes snapped up to meet his. Big mistake; he narrowed his gaze and you looked away, face ablaze in humiliation.

“Say it.”

“Say what, Sir?” You said slowly. This only pissed him off, urging his hand to shoot out and grip your jaw, yanking you to face him. This was unorthodox, wrong perhaps, but he was your superior and what made you any more innocent?

“Repeat, ‘Eren was eating my cunt, Captain Levi.’” He pulled you in and spun around with precision, making you hit the desk. You cried out at the wood digging into the small of your back as his face got closer to yours. His voice dripped with malice and you would be lying if you said it didn’t frighten you down to your core. You couldn't figure out where all of this was coming from. Was this about being caught or something else entirely?

“Eren was...he was eating my cunt,” You squeaked, words rushing out of you as if to get it over with. His brow raised and his thumb and finger dug deeper into your skin. Your eyes glanced at the twitch in his lip.

“Captain...” He started.

“Captain Levi.”

“Good girl,” He released you and stepped back.

“Wasn’t too difficult, you are one of my brightest after all.” He mumbled, taking in the confusion and fluster on your face.

“Now, remove every last piece of clothing from your body.”

“Sir?” A smirk played at his lips in the horrified expression you gave him.

“By the way you’re staring dumbly at me and the fact you responded provides evidence that you clearly heard what I said.” He deadpanned.

Damn, the authority in his tone shouldn’t have made you as wet as it did as he spoke in the same bark he would anyone else. It shouldn’t have, after all you were a cadet and he, your Captain. It was taboo to say the least. But beneath the glare he was giving you, it was only right to assume that you had no other choice.

Hesitantly, you obliged, slowly peeling off your uniform and revealing more and more of your skin. The captain wanted nothing more than to bite and bruise every inch of your body, marking and claiming you physically as property of the Survey Corp, his battalion. His. The notion that he was your superior wasn’t lost on him, in fact that only fact made it all the more desirable. Bonus, if he could get it in your mind that Eren was the last person you should be disappearing off with.

Once you were completely naked, his precise movement had you turned around and bent over his desk, knocking contents onto the floor. His eyes narrowed at the sight of his papers scattered around at his feet. A mess; God he just finished that paperwork.

"C-Captain ‘m sorry I...I dont-" You fumbled.

"I don't remember giving you permission to speak...Cadet." He sloppily kissed your shoulder as his hand circled to cup your pussy, massaging his thumb against your clit. You keened unintentionally at the friction, your body shivering slightly against his body. His other came down hard against the surface of your ass catching you by surprise. Tears pricked your vision at the stinging pain he left behind. Levi could only stare at the mark he left by his hand before another blow was delivered in the same spot, causing you to cry out again.

Despite how painful it was, Levi couldn’t help but notice how much wetter you grew. By the time he was through, you were shaking and practically dripping slick down your thighs. He retracted his wet fingers and turned you to face him, drinking up the glossy gaze you offered him. It caused his pants to tighten painfully at the groin.

“Get on your knees.”

While you were now looking up at the raven-haired male removing unbuttoning his slacks, you couldn’t help but rock side to side, smushing your thighs to alleviate the arising arousal. His cock finally sprung free from the clothed confines. He was an impressive size and you couldn’t help but ogle as it pulsed slight, nestled in a bed of neatly trimmed hair. He gripped the back of your head pulling you closer and without his verbal go-ahead, you gripped his cock enticing a hiss from him.

How eager to please, Levi thought darkly, trying to figure out if it was because you wanted to or out of guilt of being caught. He was about to say something when you eagerly took him into your mouth. He groaned watching more of his cock disappear past your lips and reappear again when you gagged. Refocusing and allowing you a single breath, he gripped the sides of your head and forced himself back down again, roughly snapping his his hips against your face. You could feel his cock twitching with each thrust, the disgusting slurping and gags reverberating off wood.

“You're gonna take...my cock like the depraved whore you are, ” He sighed, throwing his head back. Your vision blurred slightly as the tip repeatedly bumped the back of your throat, lips slurping around the spit that dribbled from the corners. “Sneaking off, neglecting duties. Fraternization. With the likes of that monstrosity.”

He didn’t know what he was saying, his words flying out as his nails gripped your scalp possessively.

Drool seeped from the sides of your mouth, creating lines that dripped to your breasts and to the floor. Levi took one look at your tear stricken face and almost busted on the spot. He pulled out, not wanting to do so just yet and you were back up against the desk.

"Tch." Levi gripped your throat for leverage, jerking you closer after hearing more contents hitting the floor. He slid two fingers into your mouth, at the same time his other hand slipped fingers into your pussy. You groaned when his fingers pressed to the back of your throat making you gag. Tears struck your vision, blurring the twisted grin that split Levi’s face.

"I didn't hear you Cadet...Was this what Jaeger was doing?" He asked, pumping his fingers slowly into your wetness. His fingers curled against your walls enticing an excited buck against his hand. Lines of drool fell from the sides of your mouth and dripped to your chest as you nodded frantically.

"My my. Another mess." He muttered. His fingers kept up its steady brutal pace, curling every now and then. He sped up cutting your words off purposely. He wanted to see you suffer. Levi was sadistic that way, enjoying the torment in your eyes as he got off to your shame and innately desires. A part of him was pleased at how so wet you were, knowing that boy Jaeger couldn’t come close to a woman’s pleasure.

Your mouth was set in an 'o' as you tried desperately to get the words out. Drunk off pleasure but still lucid enough to try and show your Captain respect. You were so close. So painfully close to giving in, if the quivering in your thighs were any indication. Your stomach heaved as you glanced down, watching the way his arm flexed like lightning as he pumped your walls. You began to squirm, your orgasm approaching quickly with the itching knot in your stomach. That was until he suddenly pulled out.

Lifted with ease, you were shoved further onto the desk, Levi’s face burying in between your legs. Hands shot to his hair instinctively, too gone in the way his tongue prodded your folds to realize he was your superior. He didn’t mind however, lips curving in your overt reaction.

His tongue darted in and out of your wet cunt, relishing in the way your gummy walls pulsed around his tongue. Your hips reared off the wood when his lips latched snugly on your clit, suckling the nub.

“C-Captain!” His finger lifted and pushed against your clit as you rolled your head back and bit your lip. You could feel yourself slowly building up again to that sweet moment of release. And you even surprised yourself when you began to grind yourself against his face selfishly in hopes of reaching it.

But he straightened up and kissed your on your mouth roughly. And you weren’t as reluctant in returning the kiss. Grabbing his cock, he rubbed against your cunt, slathering his leaking head with your juices.

"You're not supposed to be enjoying this." He muttered. “S’posed to be a punishment.”

"I can,” Your cheeks burned in your next choice of words. “I can pretend I’m not enjoying it, Captain.” It shouldn’t have, but your word’s flustered him, making his dick twitch for reasons unknown. Perhaps it was the breathless way you referred to him by title or your shameless suggestion, either way he’s too desperate to feel you.

“Unlikely.”

You bit your lip as he slowly slid the tip in then pulled out

"Uhnn."

"Tell me you want it." He slid in again and stilled.

"I want it...Captain." You whimpered before he shoved his dick in, full hilt, satisfied with your answer. His hand clamped hastily over your mouth as you let out a muffled squeal. Tears pricked at the corner of your eyes from the rough intrusion, at the full girth as he stretched out your desperate cunt. Groaning at the sensation, your hands stilled on his shoulders as he pumped furiously. The sounds of moans, grunts, and skin against skin contact filled the space as he fucked brutally into you.

"From…this point on…you belong to me now." He mumbled against your ear. “Jaeger needs to keep his hands off or I’ll turn him in for reckless insubordination.”

Your pussy clenched at the baritone and seriousness in his voice. Hands soothed up his neck daringly, fingers lacing in the hair at the nape as you pulled him in for a kiss. His tongue lashed hungrily, sucking your lips and tongue as if he wouldn’t be able to anymore. His thrust became more erratic as the desk scooted along the floor.

"Mm..mm..mhm...!" You moaned as Levi pulled away to hear the full depravity of your noises.

"I want you to tell me who you belong to now." He snarled possessively. You stared at him in his steel, hard eyes.

He was dead serious.

"Y.." He snapped his hips, dick sitting fully in your snug walls. He didn’t move after that, drinking up the way you squirm in his grasp as you struggled to answer.

"Go on—say it." He rolled his hips purposely.

“You Captain!" You cried fingers digging into his arms. He grunted, your breathless cry sending shivers down his back as he canted forward, his strokes punishable.

"Louder."

"Le-vi. Cap’n Levi!" You cried as a particular stroke had your world erupting into euphoric bliss. You tried to bury your head into the crook of his neck but his hand was quicker, pinning you down by your neck as he oggled the fucked-out expression you gave him. Not at all the hard eyes and stoic features you wear in training or on the field. You gave in, shuddering around him, tightening your cunt around his cock as he let you go.

Your face was what had him tensing, his hands slamming on either side of your head as he shivered, his cock pulsating as he came.

Despite everything Levi had put you through, his arms embraced you and the two of you remained that way for a moment. It was uncharacteristic but you remained silent as he kissed the top of your head tenderly.

As the two of you laid against the desk, a sweaty and exhausted heap, Eren silently slid down the door, his cheeks adorning a furious blush. Jean told him you got caught and he wanted to defend you but it seemed it was… well handled. His teeth were gritted as he palmed shamefully at the growing tent in his pants.

#attack on titan x reader #levi x reader #attack on titan #levi ackerman x reader #levi ackerman aot #levi ackerman #levi ackerman smut #levi smut #aot smut #[ output—☆ ]#he said #‘if you can HUH you can HEAR’ 🤨#angelshubnetwork #planeto🪐#bitchcraftinc

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beautifulblhell · 2 years

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Leaving My Heart To You

Summary: When Oikawa has to leave abroad

Pairing: Oikawa Tooru x Reader

Tags: fluff

WC: 765

A/N: this is for my darling @sillykawa !! Once again congratulations on joining the oldies club! dentures clicking in the background as part of the welcome music🤣❤️ JKS JKS but I hope that you had a wonderful day and lots of hugs and love to one of the sweetest person I know😌💕💕

The announcement for the flight came all too soon.

Oikawa simply sat there in silence, twirling the ends of your hair with his fingers, as if it didn’t concern him. Outside the window of the private lounge, the airplanes slowly rolled away towards the runways.

You lifted your head, which was resting on his shoulder, up to look up at him when you realised he didn't move. “It’s nearly time.” Your voice was barely above a murmur; perhaps if you said it quietly enough, it wouldn’t be true.

Oikawa closed his eyes in answer. He shifted to wrap his arms around your waist, then buried his face in the crook of your neck. “Don’t wanna,” he mumbled. Already his heart ached at the thought of not being able to be by your side for the next few months. It wasn’t an exaggeration to say that he felt a part of him was missing during the days he couldn't see you.

“You’ll be late.” Contrary to your words, your tone didn’t carry any of the conviction you tried to convey.

Still he didn’t move. For Oikawa, every time it became harder to part. Last time his manager had to drag him off you and haul him onto the plane.

“Tooru,” you gently poked at his puffed cheeks, knowing his coach would be yelling down the phone at him if he arrived late. “I’ll call you every day,” you tried to appease him.

Finally, knowing he could no longer prolong the inevitable, his arms relaxed. “It’s not the same,” he said, the corner of his mouth pulled downwards, “I wouldn’t be able to touch you.” As if to prove his point, he pulled you closer again, his lips pressed against your temples.

“I’m sorry,” he said when he pulled back. He was frowning.

“For what?” You asked him in confusion.

“This.” The sunlight danced off his brown eyes as he gazed at you. He reached out and tucked a lock of your hair behind your ears. His fingertips lingered by your cheek. “You know, the face you make every time we have to part, I’m sorry that I’m always making you feel this way.” His gaze fell, and his face twisted into a slight grimace.

“Tooru.” He looked up when you called his name. The sight of the smile you gave him made his breath hitch. “Please don’t ever apologise for chasing after your dream. After all the hard work you put in, you finally got the recognition you deserve. And I couldn't be happier for you. I will always be here waiting for you to come back.”

Oikawa felt his lips tremble. “You… really are too good for me,” he smiled wryly, and leaned his forehead against yours. Neither of you said anything, but your gazes conveyed a thousand thoughts. He really did feel like he used up an entire life’s worth of luck just to meet you. And for you to love him back was a miracle that he sometimes still found hard to believe was true.

The announcement sounded again, as if knowing Oikawa was still sitting here. “I’ll get the first flight home the moment I’m done,” he promised as he stood up and grabbed his bag. Then he suddenly seemed to remember something, and dug around in his pockets. He pulled his hand out. Dangling between his fingers was a bundle of yarn attached below a keychain.

“It’s uh,” he cleared his throat as he handed it to you. “For you.”

You looked at the soft bundle sitting on your palms. From the looks of it, it seemed to be a crochet of something you couldn’t quite identify because of how misshapen it was.

“You made it?” You asked in surprise.

“Yeah,” he turned away to fiddle with the bag strap so you couldn’t see the hint of pink gracing his cheeks. “It’s supposed to be a fluffy milk bread. I know you like crocheting so I tried to make something for you to keep you company while I’m away.”

Seeing the delighted expression on your face, all the effort, the struggle, and the last few all nighters he pulled to finish it off was worth it. “How about I teach you when you come home?”

Oikawa’s smile lit up on his face. “Then it’s a promise.” A promise of being able to spend more time together, doing what you love. He leaned down and lightly pressed his lips on yours. When he pulled back, he was smiling tenderly at you. “Put my whole heart in there, look after it for me.”

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|Winter Wonderland|

Pairing: Kyojuro Rengoku x fem! Reader

Cw: Fluff, Christmas theme, present opening, modern au, 0.8k words

-In which you spend Christmas with your boyfriend Kyojuro

My secret Santa gift to @littleoanh for Christmas🎄🫶🏾 I hope you enjoy and have a nice holiday!!

Today marked the day. December 25th. Christmas time. Present giving, quality time with loved ones, and a pleasant feeling. You had been waiting for this this day to come all year. You were awakened by the sunlight shining through your windows and the smell of food filling your nose. As you slowly sat up on the bed, rubbing your eyes softly to adjust to the light you realized you were alone. “Kyojuro?” You called out softly as you rolled out of bed, slipping your robe and slippers on before leaving the room.

The second you entered the kitchen a smile grew on your face. There he was. Your boyfriend in his pajamas, that match yours, cooking breakfast for you guys. He immediately senses your presence, peeking over his shoulder to smile at you. “I see someone's up now. I was hoping to surprise you with breakfast in bed”. You slowly walked up behind him, wrapping your arms around his waist to embrace him in a back hug. “Don’t worry, this is enough of a surprise” You told him as you placed a soft kiss on his back. You glanced around the counter to see everything he prepared for you. Waffles, eggs, sausage, and various fruits. He was going all out for you.

You helped him finish the rest of breakfast and set the table, your stomach practically doing cartwheels. “It all looks so good Kyo. Thank you”. As you both sat together, enjoying your morning meal and engaging in conversation you couldn’t help but think about the gift you got for him. You were getting excited just thinking about how he might react to it. It didn’t take you long to finish your food, feeling full when everything was gone from your plate. You both made your way into the living room, sitting in front of your well-decorated Christmas tree that had a few gift boxes under it.

“Here,” Kyojuro said as he handed over a flat, rectangular-shaped box to you. “Open your gift first”. You smiled and nodded eagerly, removing the lid carefully. When you opened it your eyes were greeted with the sight of a silver chained necklace with your birthstone attached to the end. “Oh Kyo, it’s beautiful,” you said as you leaned over to hug him tightly. “Thank you”. He wore a proud smile on his face, happy to see that you enjoyed the gift you got for him. “Let me help you put it on” He insisted as he moved behind you. He clasped it high enough that it sat in the center of your chest. “See, it looks amazing on you” Kyojuro complimented as he kissed your cheek softly.

You smiled as you grabbed one of your boyfriend's gifts from under the tree. “Okay, it’s your turn now”. You handed the small box over to him, watching him intently as removed the wrapper and opened the box. Your boyfriend smiled widely as he pulled out a novel. “Oh wow, you got it for me!” he said in a cheerful tone, unable to hide his excitement. He had been talking about the novel that his favorite author would be releasing soon, and he wanted to get his hands on it badly. You made sure to check every bookstore, waiting in long lines to get a copy for him.

The next five minutes were spent with you both opening gifts from one another. When everything was gone from under the tree you grabbed all the wrapping paper, walking to the trash can to throw it away. “Thank you for everything Kyo. I love all of it” you told him, a smile never faltering.

“I have one more surprise,” the red hair male said, which caused you to turn around, furrowing your eyebrows when you noticed a gift bag in his hand.

“Kyo, what is this?” You asked as you approached him, taking the bag from his grasp. He didn’t answer your question and instead gestured for you to look in the bag. So that’s what you did, removing all of the paper from the top. You were a little confused at first when you saw a black book, looking over at him.

“Take it out of the bag babe,” he said as he placed his hands in his pocket, rocking back and forth on his heels.

Only when you took the gift out of the bag did you realize what it was. A photo album. You slowly open the cover, your eyes widening in surprise when you see the first picture. You guys are on your first date. The next one: Your guy's second date. As you continued flipping through the pages you saw more and more photos of you guys. Some from trips and dates you had, and some you didn’t even recognize that he must have taken secretly. Tears slowly formed in your eyes, and you sniffled softly as you kept flipping through the photos. “Kyojuro… this is so sweet,” you said.

He chuckled at you, bringing a hand up to cup your cheek as he wiped away a stray tear before pulling you in for a hug. “I’m glad you liked it. I can’t wait to fill it up with more memories” he said before placing a soft kiss onto your forehead. “I love you”.

You looked up at him, nothing but sheer happiness on your face. “I love you too”.

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portfolio-of-dreams · 2 years

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you’re late… | wakasa imaushi x fem! reader

warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI! fem! reader, reader wears skirt and heels, mean/dom! wakasa, pet names: good girl, princess, oral (m! receiving), throat fucking, dacryphilia (will I ever stop writing smut with this? no.), collaring/leashing (with a belt), choking, breath play(?), nipple play, clothed sex, office sex, oral (f! receiving)/cunnilingus, cum eating, “just the tip,” teasing, pussy job, tongue fucking, overstimulation, Waka gets called sir like once, exhibitionism, ass play, anal toys, degradation, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!!), creampie, also no aftercare (menace waka).

w/c: 3.8k

a/n: my submission for @arlertslove “sucking off a ceo!” collab! another special shout-out to @xshinigamikittenx for beta reading. 🫶

ring, ring, ring.

Your alarm blared but you were already awake. You couldn’t sleep all that well the night before so you decided to just get up and get ready for your day. You took a hot shower and took your time freshening up. You dressed in your nicest blouse, pencil skirt and red-bottomed heels. You applied soft makeup, not too much, but enough to make it look like you didn’t toss around too much in your sleep.

7:30 in the morning and you were rushing to the office. It was your first day as the secretary to Wakasa Imaushi. The sun was just starting to rise and the morning had a beautiful golden hue to it. You were racing through the crowds of people to make the train, you couldn’t be late, not today. Everyone at the office had already told you about Wakasa’s temper and how it could get pretty bad at times. You hated to admit it but you were nervous- you hadn’t met him yet since he didn’t care to do interviews and was always so busy. You had to make a good first impression, and being late, would not get you on his good side.

The ride over took unbearably long, and a few unnecessary stops created a bigger time crunch for you than you thought. Your hair was a mess as you rushed into the space. A tall glass building, the windows and the outside infrastructure all looked the same. The sun reflected against the sides so brightly it was a surprise there weren't more accidents on this street. You stepped in, hesitantly, almost tripping on the royal purple rug at the entrance. You quickly waved at the doorman and the receptionist as you pushed the button to call the elevator to go up to the 15th floor- the top floor and the only thing in that floor was his office and a few orderly’s. You attempted to tame your hair and took a breath. You checked your watch, 8:05am, only 5 minutes late, maybe he’ll be understanding…

You stood tall and straightened your figure as you walked to his office, before you could even knock a velvet voice spoke:

“Do you own a watch? Should I make you sleep in your office so this doesn’t happen again? You’re late y/n. First day on the job and you already want to get fired?”- he turns in his chair- “You look like a mess, go freshen up. You have two minutes, and I’m counting”

You wasted no time clicking your heels along the freshly polished tiled floors to the bathroom. It took all your strength to not cry, they were right- he was a bit of a prick. But fuck, he was gorgeous. A dove gray tailored suit that adorned his toned figure, his purple streaked hair that was pulled back into a neatly placed ponytail, delicately manicured fingernails that sat atop long, slender fingers, half-lidded violet eyes that shone when you looked at them… Stop it y/n, he’s your boss. You took a deep breath, again, and pulled out your travel makeup to retouch it. You checked your watch again after you were done, three minutes. Shit, late again. You raced back to his office, and he was now leaned against his desk, arms crossed over his chest, and a lollipop between his lips.

“Making this a habit, I see. Sit.”- he points to the floor in front of him and you hesitantly walk towards him- “On your knees, princess.”

You look at him quizzically, why did he call you that? You weren’t complaining but this is a job- aren’t you supposed to be professional? You do as he says though, not wanting to get even further on his bad side. He pops the lollipop out from his mouth and smirks at you.

“Secretaries who are late, twice, on their first day get punished. Do you understand?”- you slowly nod at him - “Good.”

He slid off his belt and gently clipped it around your neck, pulling you harshly towards him, making you slightly gag at the restraint. He teasingly unbuttoned his pants and allowed them to fall to his ankles, showing off his boxers that grew tighter around his hardening bulge. He simply nodded at you and you took that as an invitation to tug at the waistband. Your eyes flickered down the V that adorned his hips and he made no hesitation when he pulled at the belt around your throat, making you look back up at his face. You kept eye-contact as his underwear fell, exposing his cock to you. It sprung up, slapping you in the face- making Wakasa laugh at you.

“Open your mouth.” He spoke in a serious tone.

You looked at his cock in front of you- it wasn’t super long, but above average. The thing that got you was the girth. It was thick, with a prominent pink tip and hard outlined vein running along the side. It was one of the prettiest you’d ever seen. You knew, in that moment, you’d never have another dick like his. You noticed you were staring at it when he cleared his throat, obviously annoyed that you didn’t do what he asked you to immediately. You looked up at him, his brows furrowed down, and a condescending glint in his eyes. You kept eye contact as you opened your mouth.

A sly smile spread across his otherwise delicate, unamused lips as he thrust himself between your lips. You gagged and small water droplets framed the corner of your eyes. You flattened your tongue down, opening your throat to make it easier for you when he decided to try again. He snickered and pulled at the string of the belt around your neck, bringing your flesh against him, slowly bottoming out in your mouth with a guttural groan.

You choked lightly, trying to hide it as you conditioned your breathing through your nose. He held you there for what felt like forever until he pulled away allowing you to take a few shallow breaths before sheathing himself inside, again. He grabbed a fistful of your hair with his free hand, making you look up at him as he slowly rolled his hips around, grazing the insides of your cheeks with every swirl. You did your best to relax against him, paying attention to not locking your jaw and feeling every curve of his dick- memorizing it. He positioned himself as he began to pistol himself in and out, using your mouth for his pleasure.

“Use your hands.” He growled lowly through his teeth.

You nodded slightly as the drool spilled over your lips and trickled down your chest. You picked up one hand that was on the floor propping yourself up and wrapped it around his soft flesh on his balls. You moved your fingers around and fondled them before tugging gently, making him groan out, tossing his head back as his hair fell loose. You squished the tightening flesh up towards his base before pulling back down as he continued to thrust his hips, hitting your cheeks and nose flush to his abdomen. You picked up your other hand, finally balancing enough on your knees and snaked it up his thigh, sliding it around to grab his ass, hard. The goal, you thought, was to make him cum. The grip he had on your hair tightened and he pushed his cock into your mouth, far enough that his leaking tip hit the back of your throat, and he stayed there- making you gag on his length as tears spilled from your eyes and waterfalled over your cheeks.

“You feel that princess? I can see my cock in your throat. Feels good, doesn't it?” His voice was monotonous though arrogant.

You pushed your hands against his thighs, trying to push yourself away, but his feet stayed planted in place as stars filled your vision, eyes fluttering. Then he pulled away, watching you catch yourself on your hands as you coughed to try regain your composure. He just laughed as he knelt down to the floor, seeing you on all fours, had him leaking cum from his pretty slit for more. He popped the lollipop out of his mouth and tossed it into the garbage can before he took your chin in his fingers delicately, and kissed you. It was soft and slow as he slid his tongue between your lips and over the ridges in your teeth, before pulling away to lick the tears still cascading down your face.

He rested his forehead against yours and said, “I need to cum, but I want to play with you some more.”

He picked you up, slinging you over his shoulder, almost too effortlessly. He sits you down on top of his desk, in front of his chair as he connects his lips to your neck. He sucks a trail down your caritid as his hands skillfully undo the buttons on your top. He trails down to your collarbones, running his wet muscle along the soft skin and moaning at your taste. He slid his hands over your shoulders to unclip your bra and quickly pulled it off to discard onto the floor. He followed the curve of your body down to your breasts. His tongue flattened against one of your already erect nipples and he took the other between his fingers to twist and tug at before kneading the flesh. He captured it in his mouth, sucking harshly to pull out those errotic moans he’d been waiting to hear from your lips. You showered him with praise and a sweet plea of his name as he made good use of his tongue, pressing the hardened bud to the roof of his mouth with diligent practice.

He continues his ministrations as he kisses along the valley of your cleavage to give the same attention to the other breast. His hips are rutting up against your clothed cunt as you mumble incoherent noises from the increased pleasure. Your mind faintly remembering where you are, the office of your new boss. Your breath hitches as you frantically turn your head to the side to the big glass window, luckily no one is in sight. He grinds his hard cock against your panties where your clit is, wanting the attention back on him, and you're lost in the feeling again.

He pulls off your chest, tugging your nipple between his teeth as he lets go to watch your face contort in the pleasurable pain. His eyes locked on your breasts as he slams his hands down against them with a loud slap as he grabs your plush flesh. He takes his bottom lip between his teeth, at how desirable you look right now- absolutely at his mercy. He rips his shirt from the collar, buttons flying to reveal his toned chest as his tie lays against his pecs. He’s quick to remove your skirt, aggressively pulling it down, to show off your soaked lace panties. He runs his middle finger down your clothed folds, slick seeping through the lace and coating his fingertip. He looks into your eyes as he licks this slick off with the tip of his tongue.

“So fuckin’ sweet.” A smirk graced his lips as his pupils dilated with lust.

He grabs your hips, pulling you to the edge of the desk, to rub his length against your cunt. He watched as your brows furrowed and your mouth gaped open at the friction. He reached one hand up to grab onto your chest. He circled his hips against you before pulling your panties to the side with his free hand. He rubbed his cock against your wet, puffy folds, coating himself in your arousal. He lined himself up, inserting himself only a little, watching the way his tip parted your pussy lips. His pre-cum stained slit rubbing against your puffy and swollen clit. He enjoyed watching you come undone underneath him, body shuddering in pleasure every time he moved the head of his cock between your lips. He had to remind himself he was punishing you, so he’d give just the tip to tease you.

You babbled broken words at him as your pussy leaked, begging to cum. He chuckled under his breath as he pulled out and sat down in his office chair. He rolled the chair close, blowing a warm puff of breath against you and he watched as you spasmed, walls clenching around nothing. He groaned at the sight before licking a stripe from your ass up to your clit. He leaned forward, elbows on the desk as he wrapped his arms around your legs, holding them open as he lapped up your juices. Your toes curled as you laid back against the desk, head falling over the edge as his tongue plunged in and out of your gaping hole. Tears formed in your eyes again as he explored your insides, running his pink muscle along your velvety walls. Your moans became more erratic as you took uneven breaths.

“Sir, please!” The scream is ripped from you before you could stop it. Wakasa hums, deep in his throat, the vibrations only adding to the pleasure.

He pulls back slightly, only long enough to whisper, “That’s my good girl, want everyone to know how good I’m making you feel- make sure everyone knows about your punishment”

His face dives right back to where it was, tongue sliding excruciatingly slow along the sensitive bundle of nerves. The pleas flying past your lips is all it takes for him to lose control. Hands gripping your waist tighter than before, which you were sure would leave imprints on your skin in the morning. Lips attaching to your clit, tongue flicking rapidly, only pausing to occasionally bite or suck on the sensitive flesh. You called out his name loudly, feeling the burn in the back of your throat from the sheer volume as it echoed through the room.

“Shhh, I know princess, do it. Cum, can you do that for me?” And that was the only incentive you needed.

Back arching off the desk, hips spasming against his lips, white flashing across your vision. Waka pulls away, lips and chin glistening with your arousal. Coming down from your high, breaths staggered and thighs still trembling, you find it odd he hasn’t moved from his spot between your legs. You looked down at him questioning his motives, hoping to figure out why he hasn’t moved, trailing your gaze to meet his eyes.

A lazy smirk graces his normally stone cold expression. “Oh… sweet baby.” He cooed. “You didn’t think we were done, did you?”

He easily flips you over, giving him a perfect view of your pretty little ass. Wakasa grabs the back of your neck and roughly shoves your face into the desk. You mewl and manage to teasingly shake your ass at him, grazing his hard, dripping cock. His tip was an angry red and coated in a translucent sheen that reflected slightly from the light of the lamp in the corner.

“'m gonna absolutely ruin you, princess, right here, on my desk…” As he held you down, one hand held your wrists at the back of your waist together, caging you in between his body and the desk. Taking the plush of your ass in his free hand and gripping hard and pulling the skin apart to reveal your heated core.

“Look at you, absolutely drenched for your boss. Begging to be fucked, hm?” he smirked as he gave your ass a harsh slap. In a quick movement, he removed his tie and leaned over your form to shove it into your mouth, allowing for no sounds to escape.

“We’re gonna play the quiet game now” he said roughly in your ear as he watched an audience start to gather.

He opened a drawer and pulled out a purple, silicone plug and a remote that matched. He smirked at the thought of you having both holes plugged up so he bent down, spitting on your asshole as he moved the saliva around. A muffled whine escaped you as your eyes grew wide. He circled your puckered hole with his finger before forcing it in. You tried to scream at the intrusion but the sound reverberated against the fabric and sounded like a moan to Wakasa who started to finger your ass slowly as he squeezed a bottle of lube onto the toy. He prodded his finger in deeper, curling it slightly against your tightness.

“Gotta prep you princess. ‘M not so mean as to do without.” He said through struggling breaths as you tightened around him before loosening up a little more.

He leaned between your legs, running his tongue from your clit to your ass, slipping it down into your newly prepared hole. He took the small plug and slid it around, lubing the area making you clench from the chill of the liquid. He grabbed one cheek and pulled as he inserted the toy in. An incoherent noise fell from your mouth as he plugged you, his free hand snaking down to play with your clit.

“I can feel you dripping, you like that don’t you? Needy slut.” He scoffed as he lined himself up with your cunt, ready to stuff you full.

He didn’t even care that the blinds were cracked and everyone could see him bend you over his cherry wood desk, he grazed his hardened cock between your wet folds and groaned, seeing your dripping cunt glaze his cock in your sweet translucent juices.

“I guess everyone gets to see the show, princess. Be good for me and take it.” He thrusted into you, hard, quickly bottoming out and splitting you open just for him. Pens and documents flew and scattered all over the carpeted floors. You would’ve screamed if not for the fabric in your parted lips swallowing the sounds of your cries.

He grunts as his cock moves in and out of you, “I fuckin’ knew you would feel good.”

A muffled sound comes from below him as you struggle with his makeshift gag. The man above you, your boss, smirks wickedly and lowers himself so his lips are ghosting the shell of your ear.

“I wish I could hear those pretty moans. Poor baby, bet you wanna make so many slutty noises for me but you can’t.”

He’s mocking you, but you couldn’t care less- because as he’s saying these things his length is slowly dragging in and out of you at a painful pace. You whine around the tie that's shoved in your throat and that elicits another chuckle out of Wakasa. He clicks on the plug in your ass with the remote in his hand, setting it at a low setting- it starts to vibrate. It's filthy the way your eyelids flutter and your eyes roll back from the new errotic feeling.

“God, listen to you, whining for me. So desperate for my cock. Such a needy lil slut, aren’t you, princess? How pathetic” he solidifies his mean words by picking up his pace, slamming his hips harshly into your bouncing ass.

Coworkers, interns, even the janitor, all slowly walk past the office window, getting small peaks of the scene that’s unfolding inside between Wakasa and you. He knows they’re looking with a devilish grin slowly rippling across his face, he pulls you up by the wrists, your back now flush against his chest. He’s careful not to move you in a way that throws off his rhythm, continuing his thrusts you can feel your breasts bounce, putting on a sight to be seen for everyone who graced this office floor. Your cheeks get hot at the embarrassment of having everyone watch you get fucked by your boss but it felt too good to stop.

You were swimming in the throes of ecstasy as you leaked around him, his balls smacking against the inside of your thigh, heavy with cum. You felt so full- every hole plugged as he buried his thick cock deep into you, over and over. He thrusted into you, fast and sloppy, his tip bullying your walls, hitting the tip of your cervix as you felt the coil in your tummy tighten. He placed hungry, torrid kisses along your shoulders as he bit the skin on your neck, his arm wrapped around your waist to hold you against him. You felt him twitch inside you, he was just as close to his high as you were. He removed the tie from your mouth, tossing it somewhere behind him, and begged to hear those beautiful moans again. He clicked off the vibrating plug that was still deep in your ass and kissed the shell of your ear.

“C-cum with me, Wakasa… Please.” You mumbled between moans.

He throbbed at your request, wanting to comply as he bites back a deep groan. His thrusts were sloppy, losing traction as he feels himself slowly coming undone inside you. The way your walls hug around him, wrapping him like a molten velvet- the feeling was intoxicating. His focus moved to the sounds that emitted from you, wet lashes clamped shut as your head leaned back against him. You were trembling, close to euphoria, desperately speaking his name like a silent prayer. And he let himself go- like a strong wave crashing against the shoreline. You felt the warm liquid wash into you, overflowing. At the same time, you released against him, your orgasm ripping through you as you moaned. Your thighs quivered and your walls clenched as you fell forward only catching yourself on your hands against his desk. He slowly pulled out and you winced at the empty feeling after being so full for so long. He watched small beads of pearlescent white roll down your legs.

He stepped back, picking up his clothing from the ground as he started to dress. He watched you struggle to balance and walk to find your scattered clothes.

“Good job princess, first thing you did right today.” - you shot him a sympathetic look - “Don’t look at me like that, this was your fault for not being on time.” He offered you a smile as he unwrapped another lollipop, plopping it in his mouth.

You sighed, deciding not to fight it. You felt slightly uncomfortable as you shifted your weight, wiggling your hips. Your eyes went wide and then lowered as you spoke “You forgot about the- ya know..”

He laughed at your embarrassment. “No princess, that stays. Seeing as your office is right across from mine” - he pointed to a half-opened door across the hall- “If I see you dozing off well then, you should understand the punishment.” He smirked as he pulsated the plug making you squeal.

“Now get to work, there's a lot to be done.” He flicked his wrist at you to leave as you finished buttoning your top.

Maybe if this was the punishment, you’d be late again tomorrow…

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