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snazzyturtles · 8 months

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“Innocent”

bokuto x f!reader, nsfw, mdni

bokuto kotaro’s biggest fan catches his eye, and he decides he has to have you

wc: 7.1 k

tw: strangers to lovers, virg reader, anal tease, titty sucking, mating press, unprotected, creampie, implied squirting, bd/sp, bokuto is VERY straightforward and confident while reader is a blushing mess, pet names (klutz, sweetie, darling, baby, little fan), bokuto likes teasing sO much, he bites you like once but it’s not bad

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thinking back on it, you could have never imagined yourself in the place you are now. what started as tagging along with a friend to a random volleyball game one weekend slowly turned into a hobby. a habit. one you couldn't shake off or ignore, because you just kept feeling like you needed more, and one team filled that want.

the msby black jackals were an amazing team, filled with wonderful athletes that were great at what they did. hinata, atsumu, meian, kiyoomi- they were all incredible. you were a big fan, loving to watch them compete. but one player intrigued you the most- bokuto kotaro. he was an astonishing player, and while watching their competitions, you couldn't keep your eyes off of him. for more ways than one.

after the game, you walked down and greeted him while he was walking away, meekly asking him to sign your shirt. he was cheerful, happy to see that someone admired him after the game.

“of course!” he chuckled, “didn't know I had such gorgeous fans.” he gave you a friendly wink.

your breath caught, heart fluttering in your chest. did he really just say that?

“i... ah... th-thank you.” you stuttered out, a blush spreading your face fast.

he chuckled softly, “oh, you're very welcome.” his cheerful expression turned into a flirty smirk.

“and what's the name of my favorite fan?” he smiled.

your blush got somehow even deeper, ducking your head down so he wouldn't see your flustered face.

“… y/n,” you replied, low and quiet.

“y/n, such a gorgeous name.” his voice was smooth but playful.

you went stiff, almost forgetting to breathe. bokuto kotaro was complimenting you?

“i see we got a shy one?” he smirked.

“i... well…” you took a breath and looked back up at him. your voice was shaky. “n-not normally... i just-“

his expression was a playful grin, he looked at you in the eyes while speaking.

“oh what's this? you got a crush on the ace?” he chuckled softly.

lifting your head, you stared into his golden eyes, slowly nodding.

“i... um, yeah…”

his eyes widened and his voice became soft.

“o-oh well in that case, would you like to go get dinner after this, sweetie?” he smirked. “i think my favorite fan has just landed a date.”

your eyes flew open. his words caught you by surprise, not expecting that response.

“w-wait what? are you serious?”

“of course i’m serious. a beautiful fan like you couldn't be alone on a special night like this, right?” he chuckled confidently, looking you in the eyes- his voice was sweet and smooth.

“but... but won't you be busy? it's after the game, you have interviews and other fans to meet…”

he chuckled and stepped closer. “i’m willing to spare some time for a loyal fan.”

he grabbed your hand, his expression was cheerful. “i’ll pick you up in an hour then, how does that sound?”

you nodded your head quickly, “that sounds great.”

you gave him your phone number and address, suddenly so excited for what was about to come.

———————

the hour passed quickly and there was a knock on your door. it was bokuto, dressed in a button-up shirt and slacks, his hair was neat and his eyes were sparkling. he bowed.

“good evening, y/n.”

your voice caught in your throat as you opened the door to your apartment. you whispered under your breath, “i... i didn't realize you were dressing up.”

he chuckled. “i have to look nice for my fan.”

you were standing in the doorway, wearing the jersey he signed earlier and shorts that you could barely see underneath. you were dramatically underdressed in comparison to him.

“um... make yourself at home, give me one minute i'm gonna go put on something better.”

when his eyes widened as he noticed your attire, his voice became a bit raspy. “oh, um… alright, sure.”

he stepped aside and sat down in a nearby chair to let you change. you blushed deeply, then practically ran to your bedroom to put on better clothes.

you were rushing so much that when you went to tug your shorts off, you tripped and fell on the floor, hitting the wall and yelping loudly.

bokuto heard the sound of you falling and came running in, his gold eyes darted around and they focused in on you.

“y- y/n?” his voice was shaky, he seemed concerned.

“are you okay?” he started cautiously walking over towards you. “i heard a shriek and a loud sound, are you hurt?”

“ow.” you said under your breath, gritting your teeth as you rubbed your knee. “i'm sorry bokuto, i tripped when i was changing clothes & hit my knee-“

mentioning that was all it took for him, and he immediately bent down and picked you up. bokuto held you in his arms as he examined your injury.

“this is definitely a bruise, you'll probably also have a bit of a limp,” he frowned.

“you hit your knee on the wall?” he looked at the wall and back to you. “how fast and how hard did you have to trip to do that?”

you covered your face with your hands, turning into his chest to avoid looking at his face. you were embarrassed.

“i was trying to change pants and it got stuck on my ankle, then i slipped… sorry i'm a bit of a klutz.”

bokuto sighed. “what an adorable klutz.”

he chuckled and looked down at your face, his eyes were sparkling. “you could use some ice, but i have a better idea.” he smiled flirtatiously and started walking to the kitchen.

“I'll cook you dinner, makes it a bit easier so you don't have to do much. how does that sound?” he gave you a gentle pat on your head.

“b-but... you came here all dressed up... you made plans for our dinner tonight...” you looked down at the floor, avoiding looking at his face as he held you. “i'm sorry i messed everything up.”

he chuckled and kissed your forehead. “there's no need to apologize, you can't help being silly sometimes.”

he placed you on a chair in the kitchen and started cooking. it was quiet for a while when bokuto spoke again.

“hey, y/n. can we talk for a second?”

you looked up at him from where you were sitting, a bit confused about his question. “yeah, what is it bokuto?”

he looked at you for a solid 30 seconds before speaking again.

“do you like me?” he paused for a second, “like, like like me?”

he said this awkwardly, his facial expression was that of embarrassment mixed with hope.

a blush crept down your body, spreading further in your embarrassment.

“i....” squeezing your eyes shut, you blinked and then looked up at him.

“yeah, i have, for a while now. i was one of your biggest fans for a reason, and now all that's happening tonight is kinda firing it a bit more.”

bokuto let out a sharp breath and turned around. he definitely wasn't expecting that answer. he grabbed a cloth to wipe his hands and face. his expression was one of happiness, excitement and surprise. “oh wow, really?”

he chuckled happily and his eyes were sparkling, a bright smile appeared on his face. “i-i thought you just liked watching me play volleyball, but no, you actually like me?”

you quickly nodded your head.

“that's kinda why i've been so awkward tonight... doesn't help that i fell while getting dressed, and so now i’m sitting in an oversized jersey & underwear while watching you cook.”

bokuto chuckled and approached you, taking off his button-up shirt to reveal a white t-shirt underneath. he placed his shirt on your shoulders and smiled.

“here, wear this, it'll make you look a bit more... presentable.” he smirked. “and as for you, you are an adorable klutz, it's just part of why i like you.”

as he laughed and went back to cooking, you felt his shirt on your shoulders. his warmth was radiating against your body.

you blushed when he turned away, tugging his shirt tighter around your shoulders. “you think i'm adorable?”

then you realized what he said.

“wait... you like me?”

bokuto was stirring the contents in the pot when he heard your question.

“hm?” he turned and looked at you with surprise. “oh, i was supposed to not admit that, huh?” he was smiling cheekily. “i like you a lot.”

your blush somehow got even deeper. “but-but we just met for the first time tonight? right?? or...”

then your mind clicked, and a shock wave passed over you. you went to almost all of the msby games, always wearing his jersey number. he was bound to recognize you from that.

“do... did you recognize me from the other games?”

bokuto's expression became that of a flirty smirk.

“yeah, how did you get such perfect seats every game?” he chuckled.

“i always saw you, so adorable in your cute little fan outfit. i couldn't help but recognize you.” he walked over and sat next to you, putting his arm around your back. “so... how does being my girlfriend sound?”

“i... what?” your head snapped to look at him, you were confused and low-key freaking out.

“you-you want me to be your girlfriend? but we just formally met for the first time tonight, bokuto.”

bokuto's flirty expression and playful smirk returned, “yes i do.” he put his hand on your shoulder and looked you in the eyes, his voice was soft.

“if you think about it, we kinda have been dating for a while. we would both make each other's hearts skip a beat when we were at the games together. and we always wanted more of each other.”

he was so close up to you, breathing right onto your neck. his voice was soft and sweet.

“i…” your voice was caught in your throat, you couldn't think of what to say. his actions and words were throwing you for a loop, and it almost didn't feel like reality.

“t-that’s not dating though… that’s lusting over somebody-” you cut yourself off in the middle of your sentance, because while yes, that was what he did, that’s what you had done too.

bokuto was so close to you, his eyes sparkled, and you swear you could hear his heart beating. he was holding your shoulders, his voice was whisper-quiet.

“i know this is all a bit sudden... but you looked so beautiful tonight, so I thought…” he kissed you on the cheek. “why wait, right?” he chuckled.

bokuto put his arm around your waist, pulling you to his chest as placed you on his lap. “now you're where you belong.”

you stared into his gold eyes, with an expression of fright and yearning combined. you hesitantly nodded your head, slowly leaning closer to him.

he smirked in a flirty and teasing way and kissed your lips softly. “you're mine now, aren't you?”

you whimpered, wrapping your legs around his waist as you sat in his lap. it all felt like a dream. nodding your head, you whispered against his lips, “i'm yours.”

bokuto's eyes widened, wrapping his arms around your back. “well aren't you the bold one?” his voice was full of excitement and happiness.

“i guess this also means you want a more ... personal show after dinner...” his eyes became that of a flirty smirk.

you stared into his eyes. you had a rough idea of what he was implying, but you wanted to hear it from his mouth directly. “what do you consider a "personal show?”

bokuto looked directly at you and his tone seemed serious, his voice was soft and sweet. “my favorite fan...” he gave you a gentle kiss on your lips.

“you're getting a special show tonight... a one-on-one performance from the ace himself,” he chuckled and smiled, “just for you.” his voice was smooth and it made you blush.

you squirmed from his words. “can't wait.”

bokuto smirked as he stood up, lifting you with him. he started carrying you to the bedroom. “well, my dinner's ready.” his voice was flirty and his eyes were shining.

he made a beeline to the bedroom and locked the door, carrying you to the bed and placing you gently on it. you stared up at him, scared and excited, waiting to experience his next move.

bokuto bent down and gave you a sweet kiss on your forehead, his eyes were that of a flirty smirk, and his voice was soft.

“you're too gorgeous to not get a special show from the ace...” he placed your hand on his chest, staring down at you. “so, i should let you experience the ace in every way tonight.”

looking up at him, your breath was growing heavy in anticipation for his actions. he was being vague, and it made you both anxious and turned on about the idea of what might come next from him.

he started moving his hands to the bottom of his shirt, his eyes were sparkling with excitement as you watched his hands creep under the hem. his voice was soft and sweet. “you'll understand soon sweetie...”

you held your breath as you watched him peel his shirt up and over his head. he had quite possibly the most chiseled chest that you had ever seen. defined abs you traced with your fingers, and big pecs that looked like they could double as pillows.

when you touched his body, your cold hand became warm from his body heat. he chuckled as he threw his shirt onto the floor behind him, not caring where it landed. his bare chest was in front of you, and his arms looked like they could crush someone.

“so, what do you think of the ace's physique?” his eyes were glistening and his voice was teasing as he waited for your reaction.

“gorgeous.” you whispered, staring up at him while your fingers lightly trailed the crevasses of his muscles.

his pectorals were huge, your eyes immediately drawn to them. so defined and sculpted, you had secretly loved watching them as he played for as long as you could remember. but before you could only see the impression of them, this was your first time seeing them this close, in person and bare. he noticed you staring at his pecs. he was quite proud of himself for his physique, and he raised his voice while laughing.

“i'm glad you like them that much, you'll have the chance to see them a lot closer,” he chuckled and sat down next to you. “now you should get comfy. i'll give you a second to get rid of that shirt and i'll start the show.”

you stared at him, your breath catching in your throat from his words. you couldn't move. you didn't know what to do, your body still in anticipation, waiting for his next actions.

bokuto looked at you with a flirtatious smile, the corners of his eyes sparkling and his expression seemed one of happiness and excitement. he put his hand on your thigh, his voice was soft and sweet.

“i can help you get that off if you wish,” he smirked and his expression showed that he was enjoying your surprise and fluster.

your eyes wide, you stared into his and slowly nodded your head. “o-okay. thank you bokuto.” you whispered out, feeling on edge from not knowing what he'd do next.

bokuto gently took the shirt off of you, loosely holding onto the bottom hem as he lifted the jersey up and over your head. he stared down at your body, looking at your beautiful, smooth skin and you heard him give a subtle gasp of air in his chest.

he smirked, “you never wear anything underneath, do you?” he said with a soft and teasing tone.

your eyes widened. you had almost forgotten about that. your cheeks started burning deep red from the blush spreading.

“i... not sometimes...”

you heard him snicker. “so that's why I see your chest bouncing so much when you jump in the stands at my games.” bokuto gently traced your collarbone with his fingertips.

“and i always thought that was how you were trying to get my attention.” he chuckled. “my lovely little fan, wearing nothing beneath her msby jersey... who knew?” he was smirking at you and his voice came out almost like a whisper. you could see how much he liked seeing you blush.

your breathing was shallow, unsteady- you were more flustered than you could have imagined possible for the night. the star you’d had a crush on for years was now sitting in your bedroom, both of your shirts off, and he was complimenting your chest?

bokuto put his mouth close to your ear and whispered into it. “is there anywhere on your body that's sensitive? or makes you feel flustered? I want to find every spot.”

he said it in a low voice as his mouth was close to your ear, making you shiver. you snapped your head to look at him, without thinking of your actions before you did them. your mouths pressed together, and your eyes widened when you realized what was happening.

bokuto kissed you and pulled you really close, his arm around your back and a hand in your hair. the kiss was so passionate and it felt like your heart was beating a mile a minute.

bokuto broke the kiss after a few seconds and leaned back. he was breathing heavily and blushing.

“i… i'm-“ he cut you off before you could apologize for your mistake.

“no need for apologies. i liked it.” bokuto chuckled, caressing your cheek. “now, let me have you like you wanted me to earlier... a very personal show just for you.” he looked at you with a flirtatious smile. he turned away and began taking his belt off.

your voice caught in your throat. his back muscles were heavenly, making you wonder how they felt.

“b-bo?”

his voice became more quiet. “yes, my lovely little fan?”

you saw him take off his belt and he hung it off the bed frame. he was now just wearing his pants... and those pants were so tight on him. they highlighted his curves and he knew you were staring at his ass, but you couldn't help it. his ass had been one of your favorite things to watch from the stands, and now that it was so close in front of you, you had the potential to look at it in full detail. his body was literally sculpted.

it was almost hard for you to breathe with how incredible he looked, not believing that this was actually happening. “you... you look so...”

he knew you were staring at his ass and he felt the urge to tease you.

“you like it, don't you?” he smirked. “i'm glad, i'm glad you like what you see. i worked hard on keeping this body in shape for you darling.”

you nodded your head. you did like it.

he smirked and turned around, his pants making a loud noise as they hit the floor. he kept his eyes locked on you as he made his way to the bed. he looked amazing walking towards you, and you couldn't help staring at him. his muscles flexing with every step, the low lighting made him look gorgeous. and then you looked down…

you noticed his lack of pants, and what was in their place. a set of grey boxer briefs, tight enough that it didn't leave much room for imagination. you could see the outlines and shadow of his cock, and it made your breath catch.

bokuto smirked as he saw where your gaze went. he was proud of himself and he made it known. he knew he had your full attention. he was very excited for his little fan to have this.

bokuto put his hands on his hips and he stood still, making sure you were able to get all the time you wanted to look. he was breathing heavily and you could tell he was anxious as well by how fast his nipples stuck out in excitement. he kept looking at you, he didn't want to stop looking at you.

he looked smug, but you could tell his nervousness wasn't going away the longer you two stared at each other. you stood up slowly, walking towards him.

bokuto looked down and saw you approaching, surprised by your actions. he put his arms out towards you and was waiting for you to come closer to him, his voice was soft and excited.

“c'mere”

as you stepped close to him, his arms closed around you, scooping under your ass and lifting you. bokuto smirked as he picked you up like you weighed nothing and he kept his arms around you. your legs were hugging his waist, your soft thighs brushing against his hips in a position that made him want to squirm. your arms were wrapped around his neck, his face so close to you that you could feel his breaths. he could kiss you easily.

“oh, you haven't fully earned that yet, darling.” his voice was flirty and he was making teasing noises. a whimper left your throat at his response, and you felt his cock twitch through his boxers under your ass. the sounds you were making turned him in, and he let out a loud groan.

“looks like you're very attracted to me,” he kissed you again. “but you want to see me more, don't you?” he kept grinning as he teased you.

“i…”

you couldn't form full sentences, couldn't speak words, couldn't think. everything he was doing to you was so much.

bokuto chuckled. “that's okay, you really are attracted to me.” he kissed you again and started leaning down to lay you on the bed. “just relax. i’ll do all the work here.”

as soon as you were laid down, he began kissing your neck and your chest. whimpers and whines escaped your mouth as he started to work his way down your neck, kissing and sucking at any skin he could find. you were sure there would be marks the next morning. when his mouth found your nipple and sucked it, your body tensed and you let out a yelp.

as soon as you yelped, bokuto took his mouth away and turned his head to look at you.

“oh, sorry darling.” his eyes were sparkling with excitement. “is this your sensitive spot?”

he moved his mouth closer but he didn't make contact, he just purposely breathed heavy on it. the air coming from his mouth made your skin prickle and your back arch. he seemed eager to find your most sensitive areas.

you groaned, nodding your head with your eyes squeezed shut. it was sensitive, but it felt so good. “m-more. please bo.”

bokuto smiled and his eyes became more excited from your noises. he kissed your chest again in that same spot, sucking over your nipple and biting it lightly. he seemed very happy to hear your noises of approval.

“oh, you like it, right?” he whispered the word "right" in such a soft voice, and he seemed to be looking for an affirmative answer.

you nodded your head quickly, “uh huh.” it felt so good to feel his mouth on your body, like nothing you could have imagined.

bokuto let out a content groan as he heard your moans and he kept going, his tongue making circles, mapping your skin, soft kisses across your chest and tummy. his fingers lightly trailed over the marks he made, making you shiver. he was looking for more sensitive spots as he kissed your skin.

making his way down your body, it was obvious you becoming more sensitive the further he got. when he reached your panties, he looked up at you. without saying anything, he gave a slow kiss on top of the fabric, and you let out a deafening moan.

bokuto noticed and his mouth became more soft and gentle. your moan turned him on even more. he kissed you on top of your clothed mound again, and when he pulled his head away he was blushing.

“oh, i'll just take these off.” his voice was teasing yet soft. you looked into his gold eyes as he stared at you while removing your panties. when you felt the air hit your core you gasped. he was unpredictable, and your body couldn't keep up.

upon seeing your reaction, bokuto pulled your legs close to your chest and he put his hand underneath your back to lift you. this made you two face to face, your legs squeezing around his back. his eyes were sparkling as he looked down on you.

“i think i'll give you what you want...” he smirked. he looked proud of himself, making you feel embarrassed yet excited at the same time. the new position made your bodies closer, practically wrapped around him, and you could feel his clothed cock poking at your entrance.

he noticed your body shaking, lifting closer to him with each breath, and his boxers were tightening a lot. his eyes were sparkling and he smirked again.

“I'm gonna be honest with you, darling…” he paused and you could see his confidence and pride go up. “I wore tight boxers... just for you to get to see…”

“y-you did?” your voice was high-pitched and shaky. you couldn't believe it. he predicted that you’d end up like this tonight?

he smirked as he saw your surprised reaction. “yes, my little fangirl, i wore it just for you.” he pulled his boxers down a bit and your eyes went wide. you could see his pelvic muscles, and the start of his happy trail leading to his belly button. you felt your pussy twitch in anticipation.

bokuto's voice was soft as he giggled while looking at you. “you think i like to tease a lot? you haven't seen anything yet…” a whine left your throat at his response and actions. he was baiting you for him, and you wanted more.

“please bo...”

bokuto chuckled and you felt his breath on your ear. “oh? you're getting really needy...” he looked down at you with a soft and proud expression. his boxers were barely pulled down, just to taunt you. it was so close to you that you could swear you felt the heat.

you looked up into his eyes, and whimpered, “please bo... i’ll do anything.”

bokuto smirked, “so, you want me that badly, don't you?” his voice was soft and the look he gave you was exciting and jeering. he placed his hand on your waist, the other moving to your ass, squeezing it.

“k-kotaro?”

bokuto noticed that you called him by his first name, and it turned him on even more. “yes darling?”

staring at him, another whimper left your throat as you felt his body shift on top of you, hiking your legs further up and giving him better access. “please,” you breathed out, your words barely audible and under your breath.

bokuto heard you and he smirked, “your words are too quiet, darling.” he placed his ear on your mouth and listened closely. “you have such a cute little voice though...” his voice was soft, the hand on your ass slowly moving up and down.

your eyes were squeezed shut and your teeth were grinding. his hands on you felt so good, you couldn't help it. you kept slipping down his waist from how much you were squirming, your feet playing with the waistband of his boxers.

bokuto was very much enjoying seeing you so turned on. he liked this kind of teasing a lot. your grip on his hips tightened and it made him twitch. “what do you think you’re doing there, darling?” he was biting his lower lip. in response to your teasing, he decided to do even more. staring into your eyes, he slowly lifted one of his hands to his mouth, licking his thumb before moving his hand down.

a gasp left your throat as you felt his hand travel lower, and his thumb press into your asshole. the feeling burned, not used to being stretched there, and his hands were so big. you yelped when you felt him try to move his finger, pulling at the sides and wiggling his thumb around inside a few times before removing it slowly. staring at you, he shook his head. “too tight.”

bokuto was smirking when he looked down at you. he noticed you panting, your hole squeezing around nothing. “oh...” his thumb started teasing you again, circling the rim while he looked at you intently. “your body is very sensitive here, isn't it?”

you were whining loudly. you wanted him, but he was being such a tease it was almost unbearable. “koooo…pleaseee. i-i want you in me”

he leaned in close to you and whispered in your ear, “you do?” he gave you a playful and flirtatious kiss on your cheek as he put his mouth on your ear to speak, “but... you're so innocent... it could hurt...”

“w-wanna try.. at least,” you turned your head to look into his eyes. “i want you kotaro.”

bokuto was blushing and he moved to look you in the eyes. “so... you do want me like that?” he was giggling and he looked like he was proud of himself. he moved his hands up your body as he squeezed you hips.

“i think this is your first time, right darling?” he whispered in your ear.

you nodded your head, squeezing your eyes shut. “y-yeah.”

he chuckled and you felt his lips kissing your neck as his hands went up your body. he placed his tongue on your neck as he sucked gently, before looking back up at you.

“well... if it's for me... okay.” he caressed your cheek, suddenly sounding serious “you want me to be your first?”

“y-yes kotaro.” you stared at him, breath quick from his kisses and licks.

bokuto placed his mouth on yours as he gave you a passionate kiss for a few seconds before breaking it. “i love how you look when you're like this...” he started biting your throat and your neck to tease you and make this extra special for you. after he was proud of the line of marks he made on your neck, he sat back on his heels to look over you.

the only fabric left between the two of you were his tight boxers, and you watched as he reached his hands into the waistband.

bokuto noticed your eyes looking at his boxers and he smirked as his voice became more serious. “oh?” he looked back and smiled. “do you have your eyes on an award?” he was teasing you and he slowly took his boxers down to his ankles.

when his boxers fell down, a sharp intake of breath escaped your throat. his cock slapped his stomach when it slipped out, and you could see it fully now. it was long, so thick, slightly curved up. his sack was fat and swollen, looking like they were filled and ready to explode. it made your pussy twitch in anticipation.

“you're... staring... aren't you, darling?”

bokuto made a teasing smile and put his hands on your chin, his head close to your face. he kept looking at you to see how you would react to his body and to his words.

you nodded slowly, then whispered under your breath, “...so big...”

bokuto was blushing from your words, catching him slightly off-guard. he looked proud but not too arrogant, like he'd been waiting for you to tell him this. he moved his hand to place it on your neck, his fingers slowly brushing along it. “what if it's too big?”

your eyes slowly drifted back to his,

“we'll make it fit.”

“oh?” bokuto whispered and he smiled again. “well, we'll see.” he got on the bed again and put his body on top of yours. his arms wrapped around your waist and he looked you in the eyes.

“you really want it, don’t you?” he was still teasing you and he kept up the flirty smirk.

“y-yes ko...” you whined out, desperate for him. “want it so bad.”

he leaned down, suckling on your neck again. your skin was already so tender there from all the bruises he left, but he wouldn't stop. you could feel his dick rubbing on your tummy and it made you moan.

bokuto made a soft groan as he heard your words and he slowly kissed your jaw. his lips were soft and playful, he knew exactly what he was doing. he continued teasing you.

his mouth left your neck and he got close to your ear again, whispering, “do you know what comes next?”

he put his hand on your thigh and he caressed it as you nodded your head quickly, your eyes squeezed shut. you were ready.

“please ko, please”

bokuto was biting his lower lip, he wanted you to enjoy this as much as you can. his hand kept teasing your legs and his breath was filled with excitement. “then, say it to me.” he whispered in your ear.

you opened your eyes, staring straight into his. taking a deep breath, you said what you had been wanting to say the whole night.

“fuck me, kotaro”

bokuto was stunned. you really said that. he heard every word of it and it pleased him. his body was touching yours as he played with your hair.

“well... if you say it like that...” he gave you another kiss, long and soft. when your lips split, he looked back at you. “i’ll make you scream my name.”

he suddenly grabbed your legs, hiking both of them up and over his shoulders. he had you folded in half, and you couldn't do anything but stare at him. you squeezed your eyes shut, anticipating what was about to happen next. you could feel his breath on your face.

your body was now in a position in which he could use it to his liking. you felt like you were in heaven and you were somehow even more sensitive to his touch. bokuto smiled with a proud and taunting look on his face. “you're ready, aren't you?”

he was going to make sure that this would be a moment you would always remember.

you nodded your head, giving him permission to do whatever he wanted.

suddenly feeling a poking at your core, you looked down to find him aligning the tip of his cock with your entrance. he slowly pushed in, your breath catching in your throat as you let out a long whine.

it burnt as he pushed forward. you weren't used to something of this size, your fingers being tiny in comparison to how thick his cock was. he was reaching deeper than you had ever been able to do, and you were mewling from the pains.

bokuto was looking at your face, panting as he started rubbing your hand. he looked worried. “i hope... i hope you like it..”

“i... i love it, ko.” you whispered between staggering breaths. it hurt like hell, but you wanted a taste of his heaven. he leaned down and kissed you, slowly and passionately, trying to distract you from the sharp pains.

“do you?” bokuto's eyes were sparkling and his voice was softer than ever now. he caressed your cheeks and kissed you again, longer than last time. “this is only the beginning, darling.”

with those words, you felt him begin to move. he started soft, pulling out until just the tip was left inside, before slowly pressing back in. after he noticed that you stopped squirming as much, he gradually started gaining a pace until he was pounding into your pussy. you could feel his balls hitting your ass with every thrust, the tip ramming deep enough that it kissed your cervix.

his groans were constant and loud, and you could see that he was staring at you whenever you’d open your eyes.

bokuto kept looking at you. your face was so cute to him in the moment, eyes squeezed shut and mouth hung open. you could feel the weight of the tall, strong man on your body right now, pressing down to hold you in place. his lips were kissing your neck angrily again between his moans.

“ah- ohhhh.”

“k-ko?” your breath was panting as you questioned his noises.

“oh, i know...” bokuto could see you were becoming too sensitive and he was loving it. he kept moving, snapping his hips and kissing your neck. “ah... oh... ohhhhhh.”

your breath caught in your throat with a whine, hesitating before whispering out the next words to him-

“…..m-more ko. harder.”

bokuto was breathing heavier now and you could feel his heart beat faster as he jerked his head up to look into your eyes. it was like you had him in every single way, this is the most pleasure and euphoria bokuto had ever felt. “you’re just saying that now?” his voice was shaky and his eyes glossed over. he was sweating, his head was spinning and his body was filled with adrenaline that was about to burst.

he stopped for a second to breathe and calm himself, before starting back, with more force and speed than before. he was pounding into your sensitive spots, and it made you whine louder. you could feel a knot forming in your belly, and you knew you were close to finishing.

“kotaroooo”

you whined his name out, almost as a warning to him. suddenly your pussy clenched and spasmed, squeezing him tight as you came around him. you were gushing, spraying around his cock and making a mess all over the sheets.

bokuto was smiling and he looked proud of himself. he could make you experience this for the first time, from him and only him. your squeezing was so tight around his cock, and it led him to the edge. his body began stuttering, his breathing was harder.

“b-baby i’m about to… ah..” it was almost a warning for you. “ohhhhhhh.” his eyes were closed, and he could tell he was about to finish.

his final grunt came, and a bite to your shoulder was the only warning for what was happening. his hips became faster, then suddenly stopped. you felt your center become warm, feeling him shoot his release deep in you, and heard him moan the loudest he had that entire night.

the room went silent, the only sounds you could hear were the fan above you two, his panting, and a few bird chirps outside.

bokuto was still on top of you, caressing your face while breathing into your neck. you felt him pull out slowly, then felt his warm cum start to spill out of your pussy and drip onto the mattress. your breath caught in your throat. “i... you...”

bokuto was feeling weird, his body was shaking and he felt nervous. he didn’t mean to do that, but he tried to be brave and stay on top of you.

“i... i made a mess...” he was blushing and it was visible on his face. he tried to cover it up by putting a proud look on his face again. “please tell me you liked it..”

your breathing was slow and shaky, trying to figure out what just happened. you couldn’t believe it. bokuto kotaro, you were his biggest fan for years, and now he had just released his cum inside you.

“i... i loved it, ko.”

bokuto’s breath caught. your words surprised and pleased him. he felt accomplished that you loved every second of that. he held a cute look on his face. “good…”

he kissed your forehead and your cheek, caressing your hair.

“now, you're not innocent...”

he giggled at his own words. he was teasing you again, but his voice was soft and he held a smile.

you laughed back at him, he wasn't wrong. “yeah, i guess not”

this moment is like a dream for him and he just kissed you passionately again. when your kiss ended, he laid his head down on your chest, and you sat in silence for a minute before you spoke up.

“h-hey ko?”

he looked up at you, slightly confused.

“what happens to us when we wake up in the morning? you're still a big-time professional volleyball star, and i'm just a fan you picked up off the bleachers for a fun night...”

bokuto looked at you and his face went serious.

“if you want us to be nothing, then we can be nothing…” his voice was calm and his body was relaxed again.

“but...” he took a deep breath, as the thought flashed in his head. “...if you want to be more... we can be more...”

he looked like he couldn't believe he was saying this, that his mouth was speaking without telling his brain what to say first.

you looked deep into his gold eyes, took a deep breath, and then whispered, “what do you want?”

there was another long pause before he collected his thoughts and opened his mouth again.

“i-i want you… your voice, your eyes, i want it all..” he caressed your face and he had a slight nervous smile as he looked at you.

“when i wake up in the morning, when i close my eyes and i'm tired from practice, or when i want to escape the world's craziness, i want to imagine your face, your voice, your eyes. i want you with me all the time, i want you to be my love...”

you took a breath in, staring at him. your heart skipped a beat from his words. he wanted you like that?

“i... we can try that”

bokuto was looking at you and his face turned bright red. “really...?”

it felt like his heart skipped a beat and was about to jump out of his chest.

“can i hug you now?” he was asking you, even though he already knew the answer was going to be yes.

you laughed, giggling at his reaction. “yes bo, of course you can.”

bokuto smiled happily and he hugged you tightly. it was a warm and cozy hug, him rubbing his body on yours to make it better. he sighed, and whispered out-

“i'm going to enjoy this...”

@tsukiran wanted me to tag her on this lol hope you’re happy

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hxneybimbo · 2 years

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could we maybe get something on eddie inviting steve in after steve walked on eddie fucking her brains out??? (and eddie casually mentions “steve here likes to watch doesn’t he”) tbh cant stop fucking thinking about that smut LOL fml

eddie munsion x reader & steve harrington x reader

WARNING: voyeurism, male masturbation, fingering, squirting

Steve really shouldn’t be here. Him being here literally proves Eddie “The Freak” Munson’s theory right: he’s a degenerate fucking pervert who gets off to watching the girl of his dreams getting her brains fucked out. He should feel at least a little bit of shame; but, he doesn’t. All he feels is desperate to catch you both in the act; find you with your legs spread and moaning like the little slut you are while getting completely wrecked by Eddie.

(He didn’t know whether to thank or deck Eddie in the face for coming into Family Video during his shift to extend an invitation. Instead, he gave him an unamused look and told him to fuck off.

“Don’t be such sourpuss, Harrington. Totally get it though, I’d be pretty fuckin’ pissed if I had to deal with blue balls.” Eddie grinned smugly, holding his hands up immediately at Steve’s glare. “I’m kidding, chill dude! But seriously be there, Harrington! You’re in for a real fucking treat, promise.”)

God, does he feel like some pathetic, loser virgin every time he thinks about your pretty cunt being pounded into relentlessly; puffy lips swollen and bruised by Eddie’s balls smack against them. It’s been a real pain in his ass, fisting his cock every night in his room and in his car on every single break of his.

So sue him for accepting Eddie’s invitation and going to his trailer like he was told. His cock is already hard and straining against his jeans after thinking about the treat Eddie’s had planned for him. Was he going to fuck you raw again until your pussy was painted white? Or maybe he’ll get to see you with your legs spread out, cunt on full display with Eddie’s fingers pistoning in and out of you for an hour or two straight?

Like always, the front door of Eddie’s trailer is open, practically demanding him to walk in. He slips inside the house and walks towards the familiar hallway that leads to Eddie’s room. This time there’s no music, just complete and utter silence. He gingerly pauses half way down the hall when he hears your cute whimpers and he takes a deep breath. He definitely can’t do this. He’s fucking sick in the head or something. What kind of person gets off to watching people fuck? Steve most definitely doesn’t.

No, nope, not at all. He’s a normal guy with normal fucking kinks. The regular kind.

“Don’t be a fucking coward, Steve.” He muttered to himself. “Just walk in there and watch and maybe we won’t get turned on. Maybe it was just a fucking fluke.”

He anxiously brushed his hand through his hair and sighed, feet moving forward to stop in front of Eddie’s bedroom door. He turns the doorknob and he sucks in his breath as he opens the door. He stays still in his spot as he finds you with your legs spread and Eddie’s ring clad fingers sunk inside of your pretty cunny, pistoning in and out of you. The squelching sounds of your soaking pussy mixed with your sweet whimpers go straight to Steve’s cock, twitching and hardening underneath his jeans.

He awkwardly stands there with a hard on. He doesn’t know if he should make his presence known, interrupt the both of you. He thinks it’d be cruel to interrupt both of you when he can tell you’re so close to cumming all over Eddie’s fingers. The way your back arches off of your boyfriend’s lap and your moans start to get louder and more high pitched. He tenses when the dark haired stoner makes quick eye contact with him, smirking lightly before he gives you his full attention. Eddie will always prioritize his princess and he’s gonna make sure you at least got your fourth orgasm that he promised you.

Your thighs tremble along with your body as Eddie fucks your pretty little cunny so well, hitting that sweet spot that always has you squealing out Eddie’s name and spasming. You don’t notice Steve at all, not when your eyes are clenched and your too focused on begging Eddie to stop because it’s too much for your sensitive pussy. You’re gripping his wrist with your hand and trying to clamp your thighs down his hand, whining softly.

“S’too much, Daddy! N-No more!” You sob loudly, a little shriek escaping you when Eddie’s thumb starts to caress your swollen clit. He gives your cunt a harsh smack as a warning, ignoring your whimpers and protests.

“Shut the fuck up and take it you ungrateful, little slut,” Eddie hissed against your ear, fingers curling inside of the tight gummy walls of your pussy. “You were the one beggin’ me to play with your pussy, so fuckin’ take it.”

Honestly, Steve didn’t expect Eddie to be a mean dom or have a daddy kink. Nor did he expect you, Miss. “I’m a good girl who is too innocent for this fucking world”, to be so depraved. To be such a little fucking slut as Eddie likes to call you. God, what he would to shove his cock down your throat. He pulls down his zipper and jeans silently, wrapping his hand around his thick cock and he groans quietly. He doesn’t want to make any loud noises that will interrupt this fucking art so he silently begins fisting and grinding into his hand, watching how Eddie fingers you.

Eddie’s ruthless with the way his fingers hit your most sensitive area inside of you. It doesn’t help with the fact that he’s thumbing your sensitive, raw clit. And god, do you take it. Your brain turns to mush as drool seeps out of your mouth, flood of tears trailing down yours as your fourth orgasm of tonight crashes over you hard. All you muster up is a silent scream, your body spasming and clamping your thighs down on Eddie’s hand as your pussy gushes all over his sheets.

“Fuck,” Both Steve and Eddie muttered as they watched your pretty pussy gush and squirt all over the already stained bed. It doesn’t take long for Steve to cum into his own hand, grunting quite loudly as he paints his palm white. You slump against Eddie’s chest and pant softly, opening your eyes to find Steve with his hand wrapped around his cock. You let out a quiet squeak and you immediately sit up, pushing your shirt down to cover your tits and pussy.

“Steve?!”

Eddie threw his head back and let out a loud, boisterous laugh, startling you. You look up at him with your lips jutted into a small pout and eyebrows furrowed into confusion. Eddie takes a peek at you before turning his head up to stare at Steve; the smile on his face breaking into a wide, amused grin.

“Steve here likes to watch, Princess.” Eddie leans forward to whisper those words against your ear. “Like a sick fuckin’ perv.”

You turn to look at Steve with wide, innocent eyes and back at Eddie. “Like a perv?”

“Total fuckin perv.” Eddie nods with a light chuckle, nearly cooing at your confused yet so adorable expression. He forgets how dumb you get after he gives you an orgasm. A little bit of his cock gets you a bit stupid too.

Steve scowls at Eddie, “I’m not a fucking pervert! It’s just a fucking… very different kink that I happen to be into.”

Eddie shoots his arms up in mock surrender, “Hey, whatever weird kinks you’re into isn’t any of my business but I’m just saying– Jacking off to watching my girl get fingered? Pervert type shit.”

You don’t know what to say except awkwardly sit there. You’re a little ashamed and embarrassed that Steve watched the whole entire thing—that you were clueless to his presence the entire time. But knowing that he was jacking off to you being fucked by your boyfriend, slightly turned you. You eye the white liquid that’s seeping out of his palm and your thighs clench together, your pussy fluttering.

Eddie caresses your hip and you shiver when the cool metal of his rings touch your skin. Your boyfriend trails kisses down your neck and nips your ear, “Don’t think I don’t know you’re turned on by having an audience, Princess. He can watch all he wants but he can’t touch. You’re mine, got that? That means this pussy is mine too.”

You gulp and nod, eyeing Steve and blushing when he eyes you up. It doesn’t help with the fact that his cock is still very hard and so, so thick that you can’t help but want to wrap your pretty lips around and worship it. But compared to Eddie’s? Your boyfriend’s cock was pretty, so so pretty that you’re obsessed with it.

“Let’s give him a show, princess. Gonna show him how to fuck a goddess like you.” Eddie grins.

#eddie munson smut #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #stranger things x reader #eddie munson #steve harrington smut #steve harrington x reader #stranger things smut #tw.squirting #tw.fingering #tw.voyeurism #asks #my asks

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nkogneatho · 6 months

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

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

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loveininferno · 8 months

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YACHT GIRL ✾ GOJO

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CONTENT WARNING READ AT YOUR OWN RISK

This will be my first time writing…so please be advised that I am prone to making errors so if there’s any mistakes I have made, please be nice to inform me and I will resolve that issue! I recommend reading in mobile…Be warned of the following warnings down below, again read at your own risk!

WARNING CONTENT CONTAINS:

somnofilia • squirting • overstimulation • spit

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imagine your beloved boyfriend treating you to his own private luxury yacht, laying down on top of the comfortable white couch while wearing your expensive two-piece pastel blue bikini when your boyfriend goes up behind you staring at his beautiful lover

sliding his strong veiny hands on the curve of your behind reaching out to untie the ribbon that holds your top on then swiftly removing your bottoms then disposing it the material behind him

he quickly turns your sleeping body around, moving your top away and tossing it aside...he gropes your left breast fondling it while his mouth instantly attaches to your nipple, twirling his moist tongue on your areola, marking your sensitive chest with wet kisses and bites while his other hand moves down

your breathing became heavy sighing and moaning in your sleep...stirring in your sleep your body began to sweat

gojo could already feel the wetness of your cunt, trailing his fingers past your stomach and circling his fingers on your throbbing clit

he removes his hold on your delicate breast and examines your cunt…he uses both of his hands to part your legs, staring at your cunt he uses his two fingers to part your labia and stare at your drenched twitching hole

his mouth began to salivate longing to get the sweet taste of your cunt, as if he was starving he began making out with your pussy drinking and licking every part then closing his mouth on your clit suckling on it as if his life depended on it…he used his left hand to hold your right leg

he thrusted two of his slender fingers inside of you, massaging the insides…leaving your clit he pants hot air then blows cold air on your clit then adding another finger inside moving his pace faster with each stroke

your clit hardens and your hole began to moisten even more, your cunt started to close around his fingers and your whole body began to vibrate

gojo flicks your sensitive clit several times while fucking his fingers inside you then closing his mouth on your clit nibbling it was the final straw to your release and awoke you from your sleep

you flutter your lashes to see yourself squirting on your finance’s handsome face but his fingers and mouth doesn’t end even after begging him to stop his abuse on your sensitive throbbing cunt

“took you long enough to wake up darling”

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I will most likely make part two as soon as possible so stay tuned for part two of yacht girl!

STAY TUNED FOR PART II!

#gojo x reader #gojo x y/n #gojou satoru x reader #x reader #tw.somnophilia #tw.squirting #tw.overstimulation #loveininferno #gojo smut

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kurosukii · 2 years

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gojo satoru always always makes you squirt all over his cock right before he leaves for overseas missions because he’s an animal and tells you that it’s your way of cementing your “claim” on him (as if he isn’t already a threat on his own) and his “good luck charm” when in fact he really just wants to see you cross-eyed, tongue lolling out of your mouth, and lower half shaking from the intense orgasm—it’s what he thinks about every time he’s away, even when he’s fighting the most horrendous and disgusting cursed spirits.

#just imagine him with a b0ner while fighting the nastiest and ugliest things 😭😭😭#he’s so unserious fr 😭#[ 🂥 ] – nasty #tw.squirting.#tw.overstimulation.

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togesbunny · 2 years

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🔥7am Thirst Hour🔥

Inumaki using his cursed speech to force you to overstimulate your self as punishment. It’s always the quite ones, isn’t it?

Can you just imagine him staring at you with his pretty purple eyes in your room, observing the way your thighs quiver as you clumsily finger fuck your gushing, sensitive pussy?

He’s so mean to mean you but it’s your fault for clinging onto his best friend, flaunting your sweet ass in those short skirts you love to wear and pressing your tits against Yuuta at every chance you got. (Definitely didn’t help that the black haired sorcerer was blushing and eyeing your tits in that low cut shirt you wore.) If you weren’t such a slut, you wouldn’t be in this position.

You just want him to stop. It’s too much for you to handle. Your little clit is throbbing as your sensitive cunt clenches around your fingers and gushes more slick. You whine with little sobs and hiccups leaving your drool stained lips, begging for him to stop being so mean.

His eyes darken and they trail from your cute pussy to your face. He quietly groans as he fists his cock, stroking it with vigor.

“Cum again, now.” He commands, lips tilting upwards at your loud, surprised squeals and the sound of your cunt gushing uncontrollably on your mattress.

#jjk smut #inumaki x reader #inumaki smut #tw.squirting #tw.cnc #anon ask

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meowdarame · 2 years

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what he needs

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾　　☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

pairings: utsui takashi (ushijima’s dad) x f!reader x iwaizumi hajime

warnings: explicit language, SMUT (18+, minors DNI!!), threesome, age gap (30-ish years), daddy kink, vaginal sex, oral (m!receiving), reader is literally eiffel towered by iwa and ushi’s dad, spanking, degradation & praise, squirting, fingering, unprotected sex, creampie, mentions of ass play/anal at the end (but none happens!), lmk if there’s anything that i missed!

synopsis: you’ve got utsui takashi wrapped around your pretty little finger, but there are two problems: 1) you’re dating his intern, iwaizumi hajime, and 2) you’re less than half his age. but just as he’s about to accept these unfortunate circumstances, utsui’s luck unexpectedly turns around when his pupil asks him an intrusive question...; 2.2k words

notes: this is my second submission for the underrated character collab hosted by @meiansmistress! this one-shot is just filth. pure filth. like i'm going to hell filth. but anyways, i hope you enjoy and likes and reblogs are always appreciated!

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾　　☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

Being honest, Utsui Takashi is extremely sexually frustrated.

His relationship with his ex-wife was sour, and their sex life during their marriage, to put it lightly, was stale. He could count on one hand the amount of sexual encounters during the entirety of the relationship, and most of them were in an effort to make his beloved son, Wakatoshi. The times they did fuck were just straight boring— if he had to describe his ex-wife in bed, he’d compare her to a dead fish, completely void of passion and intimacy. (But honestly, this comes as no surprise to him, since it’s on par with her stern and frigid personality.)

When he first moved to California after the divorce, he spent many nights in the arms of different lovers, women frequently coming and going between his bedsheets. But that time has since passed.

It’s been years since he’s been on a date and an even longer time since he’s hooked up with someone, but it’s not because he physically can’t— despite being in his later middle ages, his body is still toned and firm due to his occupation requiring him to remain active. Instead, it’s because he just doesn’t have the time. During the week, he manages his own training center, teaching classes to children as young as kindergarteners and adults who are well into the latter years of their lives. On the weekends, he stays home and tends to his garden, harvesting plump and ripe vegetables and trimming the leaves of the Japanese maple that stands tall in his front yard.

On occasion, some women have caught his eye, like the hot single mom who brings her teenage son to weekly anaerobic training sessions or the sexy and shrewd young professional who frequents his gym after work. But no one has ever had his heart in as tight of a chokehold as you.

You’re a pretty little thing, always bringing your boyfriend Iwaizumi homemade lunches with a loving smile plastered on your face. Utsui couldn’t help but notice how short your skirts were, revealing pieces of fabric that barely covered your ass, and how sheer your tops were— on exceptionally hot days in Southern California, you would walk into his training center without a bra, nipples peeking through your white tank top.

Utsui knows that it’s wrong— hell, maybe even morally depraved— to think such naughty things about you. For starters, you were his apprentice’s girlfriend; he’s known about your relationship with Hajime since its inception and has seen it blossom. In fact, he was the one who encouraged Iwaizumi to ask you on a date, so it’d be on a different level of fucked up if he made a move on you.

Secondly, and even more damnedly, you’re less than half his age. Utsui is pushing 50 while you’re a college junior. You’re quite literally his son’s age— the fact that he is so entranced by someone young enough to be in the same graduating class as his own child is nauseating to him. Still, this doesn’t stop Utsui from sparing you quick glances whenever you help Iwaizumi teach his workout classes, his eyes watching your ass jiggle and tits bounce when you do jumping jacks.

One day, when his young intern awkwardly trudges into his office for sex advice, he thinks with his dick.

“Hey boss,” Iwaizumi starts, his deep and gruff voice now more meek than a mouse’s. “Can I ask you a question? It’s kinda TMI…”

Utsui sits back in his office chair as he signals for his pupil to take a seat. Iwaizumi quietly shuts the door and plops down on the chair in front of his mentor, a dejected look painted on his face.

“What’s up, Hajime?”

The young man lets out an exasperated sigh before explaining his predicament. “Uh, how do you make a girl squirt?”

Utsui’s eyebrows raise upon hearing the intrusive question. Oh, this should be interesting, He thinks to himself.

Iwaizumi continues, “You see, my girl, she’s been talking about wanting to do it for a while now. And we’ve been trying and trying, but I just can’t seem to get the movement right…” He shifts uncomfortably in his chair as his forehead begins to glisten from sweat. “I was wondering if you had any pointers or tips.”

Utsui couldn’t believe his luck. A smirk forms on the corners of his lips and he starts slowly, “You know, I’m a firm believer in hands-on learning.”

Takashi, shut up, He scolds himself.

“It’s difficult to explain what to do, and it’d be much easier to just show you.”

Takashi, what the fuck are you saying?!

“If you and your girl are comfortable, I’d be more than happy to coach you in-person.”

This most definitely violates some worker’s code. It’s by definition sexual misconduct in the workplace.

There’s a long pause as Iwaizumi contemplates his mentor’s proposition, leaving Utsui to ruminate in his thoughts. He grows anxious and desperately hopes that his careless statements don’t backfire in the worst way possible.

“Alright, that’s fine with me. I’ll ask my girl tonight and get back to you.”

In a much more uplifted spirit than when he first walked into the office, Iwaizumi rises from his seat and shouts, “Thanks boss!” before leaving the training center.

The fuck did he just get himself into?

Any worries Utsui had are immediately dispelled when he sees your naked body lying before him.

God, you’re even more ethereal than he could have ever imagined.

You lie splayed out on the massage table in the backroom of Utsui’s training center, the back of your head resting against Iwaizumi’s crotch. Your boyfriend holds the back of your thighs to give his mentor a better view of your pretty pussy, which is already glistening with your juices.

Utsui straddles the table and leans down on his forearm to get a better look at your cunt. His fingers pull the flesh of your lips back, and he groans at how perfect you are. So young and cute-- he cannot wait to ravage and defile you.

He flashes a quick look to Iwaizumi for consent, and his junior nods. He immediately gets to work, sliding his fingers up and down your slit to collect your juices before shoving his thick index and middle fingers in. His fingers run along the top of your gummy walls, searching for the ribbed flesh that he knows will have you babbling incoherently. He finds it, and immediately starts pumping and curling your g-spot.

“Hajime,” Utsui commands. “Look at my motions and take notes. Your strength comes from your forearms, not your fingers.”

Iwaizumi nods then looks down to see how you’re doing. You’re a complete mess— despite having been touched for only a few minutes, tears stream down your cheeks and your mascara smears all over your under-eyes; he wipes a trickle of your drool with the back of his hand and his thumb caresses your cheek as he praises you.

“You’re doing so good for us, babe,” Your boyfriend bends down and presses a kiss to your forehead. His hand snakes down your body and settles on your breasts, his thumb and index finger pinching and pulling your puffy nipples.

Oh how Takashi wishes he could lick and suck all over your tits, marking you up and claiming you as his.

Utsui’s movements become brutal, and he adjusts his position for better leverage so he can toy with your pussy with more force. His thumb begins to rub quick circles around your swollen clit, making your walls clench around him. He knows you’re close.

“M-Mr. Utsui,” Your voice is breathy and weak. “It’s t-too much, c-can’t take anymore.”

He leans forward and kisses your forehead, free hand cupping your face as he comforts you.

“It’s okay, princess,” He coos. “I know you can do it. Squirt for your daddies.”

Almost as if you were waiting for his permission, you lose control of your body, a clear liquid gushing out of your pussy and soaking Utsui’s hand and forearm. He fucks you through your intense orgasm, only removing his fingers once the fluttering of your pussy completely ceases.

Iwaizumi is so excited that you squirted so he bends over to capture your lips in a heated kiss. He can’t wait any longer— his cock strains in his gym shorts, and after stripping himself of his clothing, he flips you over onto all fours, lining up the head of his cock with your drooling hole.

As much as Utsui would love to stay and make you squirt over and over again until your juices soak the rolled-up sleeves of his dress shirt, he starts to shift uncomfortably and begins to feel like he’s no longer welcome in the room. But as he stands to leave, he feels a small hand wrap around his wrist, stopping him.

“Mr. Utsui, where are you going?” You question him, doe eyes staring up at him with faux innocence. “You can’t leave yet! We want to thank you for being so helpful, don’t we Haji?”

Iwaizumi grunts as he sheaths himself into your cunt in one swift thrust. “Hell yea.” He throws his head back as he basks in the warmth of your walls. “Anything that my pretty baby wants.”

You stare up at Takashi seductively, lowering your jaw and lolling your tongue out to let him know what you want.

If his own intern sees no issue with it and it’s what you want, then might as well satisfy you some more, right?

His shaky fingers unbuckle his belt and lower his pants to his mid-thigh. He drops the waistband of his briefs to just below his balls and brings your face to his crotch. You plant a soft kiss to the head of his cock and begin to kitten lick it. He throws his head back at the stimulation-- this is so much better than his hand.

Utsui grips the back of your head before slowly easing his entire length into your mouth. Once the tip of his cock hits the back of your throat, he begins to rock his hips back and forth steadily to not hurt you.

Iwaizumi lands a harsh slap to your ass, the sound bouncing off the walls of the storage room. The force jolts you forward, pushing your head further down Takashi’s length. He has to bite the inside of his cheek to stop himself from letting out a pitiful moan.

“You like that, huh slut? Like being taken from the front and the back by me and my fucking mentor? What a dirty little whore.”

Iwaizumi’s words clearly inflict their desired effect on you, and you whine around Utsui’s cock, vibrations traveling down his shaft and up his spine. He looks down at you, and seeing the constant stream of tears that spill out of your eyes, he cradles the side of your face with his large palm.

“I think she’s being such a good girl for us,” Utsui coos. “Do you wanna cum again, sweetheart? Think you can handle another one?”

You frantically nod around his dick, and muffled moans of “Yes, please!” come from your mouth.

“Hajime,” Utsui orders. “Toy with her clit a bit. Keep going until her pussy stops clenching around you.”

Iwaizumi does as he’s told, and when he starts rubbing frantic circles around your swollen nub, Utsui feels your throat tighten around him.

God, he’s so fucking close.

A few more swipes at your clit and you’re gushing all over Iwaizumi’s cock, your juices spraying onto his abdomen and thighs. Your boyfriend reaches his high not long after, filling your abused cunt to the brim with his cum.

Utsui is the last to cum, but once his pupil pulls out from your pussy and he sees a mixture of your juices and Iwaizumi’s cum ooze out of your gaping hole, it pushes him over the edge. He shoots his cum straight down your throat, you eagerly swallowing all of it. He pulls his dick out from your mouth and you continue to kitten lick his tip, making sure to clean him up completely.

God, he’s so in love with you.

Iwaizumi grabs you by your neck and pulls you flush against his chest. Turning your head, the two of you kiss passionately, tongues swirling around each other, making your boyfriend moan when he tastes his mentor’s cum on your lips.

Utsui grabs a towel on a nearby chair and cleans up your sweaty body. You smile and giggle at the older man, and it makes his heart swoon.

“Thank you, Mr. Utsui,” You whisper cutely, your eyes staring deeply into his. If you keep looking at him like that, he might just go into cardiac arrest with the way his heart is racing.

“Yea, thanks boss!” Iwaizumi chimes in enthusiastically.

Utsui chuckles and rubs the back of his neck as he stares down at the floor. “It’s really no big deal. Just wanna make sure you kids are able to have fun!”

Once again, your dainty little hand reaches out and grabs his wrist, effectively drawing his attention. Your pupils are blown out and your eyes are filled with lust as you seductively make another request.

“Mr. Utsui, can you teach Iwaizumi how to prep my ass? I really want him to fuck me there.”

You will quite literally be the death of him. But he doesn’t care— he’s been waiting damn near 50 years for a pussy as delicious as yours.

#underrated.collab #haikyuu!!#haikyuu oneshot #haikyuu smut #iwaizumi smut #iwaizumi x reader #utsui takashi #Utsui Takashi x reader #🎲.writes #🎲.oneshots #tw.age gap #tw.daddy kink #tw.threesome #tw.spanking #tw.squirting #filth

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bokutoslittlebird · 2 years

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Request: preferably where a little sister asks ushijima-nii for help with her ‘aching pussy’, in which he starts off innocently helping her but in the end, ends up pounding her stupid

Warnings: incest, fingering, masturbating, innocence kink, creampie, cum shot, manipulation? A bit, whiny dumb sister, overstimulation, squirting, cum eating

Ushijima + Incest

Part of being on the roster for the Olympic team included rigorous training. Although he didn’t mind the extra training or the early mornings, he did feel bad about leaving home for the majority of the day, only getting home after dinner when you were too tired to greet him with anything more then a hug and a peck on the cheek.

Ushijima sighs at the memory of you all teary eyed the one night you had fallen asleep waiting for him, only waking up when you felt him give you a kiss on the head. He probably needed a day off so he could just spend it with you, but he didn’t think he could with only a few months before the Olympics. Even now, as he lifted some weights and talked to Hinata and Kageyama, you plagued his thoughts.

“Oh, Ushijima-san, your phone is ringing,” Hinata said, pointing to Ushijima’s bag which had a bright light coming from the pocket. Indeed, it was ringing and who else on the other line but you?

“Hello? I’m currently busy, can it wait?”

“I need help,” your whine came through the speaker. Ushijima didn’t think too much of it, since well, you need help with lots of things, so he didn’t really take your whining seriously. “It hurts so much, I don’t know what to do. Nothing helps!” Your whine is more of a moan, but the thought of you in pain has Ushijima’s entire plan for the day shattering.

“I’ll be there shortly. Please wait,” is all he says before hanging up the phone. Hinata, curious, asks what’s going on. “My sister is in pain from something, so I have to go check on her. I’ll let coach know if I see him on the way out,” he bows, then grabs his bag and turns to leave. He didn’t even bother putting things back like he normally does, too busy worrying over what could you make you be in so much pain.

Despite you both growing up and being adults now, you have never been alone and never been able to deal with being alone for so long. When you graduated, you only asked to live with your big brother so you could see him more, but he’s really only at home to sleep, which wasn’t in your plans. That’s why you always try and wait for him and often end up climbing in his bed when he gets home real late, or even when he’s already asleep. The thought of him not being there when you’re in pain has guilt bubbling in the pit of his stomach, his thoughts telling him that he should spend more time with you.

The commute to the gym and his house is only a few minutes, which he easily jogs to speed up the trip to arrive at the place. His keys are already in his hand ready to open the door by the time he arrives, ready to be greeted by your cries of pain. Instead, he is welcomed to an almost empty house. Confusion knits in his brows, looking around as he closes and locks his door, waiting for you to pop from behind a wall or door and surprise him. A prank would be better than putting him on edge as he discards his shoes and bag, walking through the house.

When he gets to the hallway, he hears you. Your moans and whines almost echo in the empty hallway, his footsteps almost silent as he pads to your room, stopping when he gets to it. Opening the door, he sees it’s empty, your presence being strewn across the room as your sheets have been muddled and comforter thrown off, hanging off the edge. More noises come from a different room — his room, so he continues on in there. His worries of what’s happened to you makes his heart speed up, but he feels it keep the pace as his eyes finally land on you.

Donning one of his shirts, fresh out of his dirty laundry, is you, on his bed with your legs spread and a hand between them, drenched. Furiously rubbing as whines and mewls leave your lips and tears stream down your cheeks, your noises mostly muffled by the hem of his shirt between your teeth. You look completely exhausted and he can see his white bedsheets have darkened from how much of your juices keep leaking from your puffy pussy, never stopping. The simple sight of you pleasuring yourself on his bed and in his shirt has his heart pounding as he watches, but he then clears his throat and turns away, willing himself to not do anything he’d end up regretting. “Is this the problem?”

“Toshi..” your whines have his eye cracking open, looking at your tear-filled eyes looking at him. “Nothing helps and it’s always aching when you leave me. Please, I need your help,”

“I can’t help you with this,” he simply says. “It’s inappropriate,”

“It’s your fault and you won’t even help me? You’re being mean, nii-san!” Your cries are more of disappointment than pleasure, but your sniffles are the breaking point for him, watching as you cry and rub your snotty nose with the sleeve of his shirt. “I thought you loved me more than that,”

He sighs, walking closer to you, stopping when you look up to him, bottom lip quivering. “I’ll help but if it doesn’t feel any better, I’ll stop and leave you alone.” It’s all he needs to say for your eyes to shine like he just told you he’d give you the world and the stars above. Crawling on the bed, he feels his throat dry at the sight of you practically gushing just as he looks down at you. The taboo pearl of his sister lays before him, his mouth watering at the urge to place his tongue against you, but he settles with only his fingers. Using his thumb, he manages to easily rub against your clit while he slides two of his fingers into you, wet noises accompanying it as more gushes from you. All you do is hold onto his shirt, keeping it almost covering your face while he rubs and gently thrusts his fingers into you.

Sensitive from your furious rubbing from before, it’s not too long before you’re squirming and squeezing your legs, Ushijima’s broad body preventing you. A flick of his thumb against your hard clit has you screaming as you finally find the release you’ve been aiming for since you began, aftershocks wracking your body. Completely over sensitive from it, you can only squeeze around his fingers and loll your head back, but manage to regain mobility as he removes himself. “Where are you going?”

“I helped. My job is done,” he states, continuing to move away from you. He’s obviously hard in his pants and knows a moment longer and he’d end up crossing a boundary — one he doesn’t know if it exists anymore.

“I’m still.. I want more. I’m not satisfied,” you start up more waterworks, making his heart ache just from a glimpse of it. In a way, this is his karma for leaving you so often, for taking you in so you wouldn’t be lonely then only giving you time to be lonely. He knows he shouldn’t, but a part of him says he needs to make it up to you and his bias in his pleasure is overridden by your sniffles and pleading eyes. Another sigh, another dipping of the bed under his weight, and suddenly he’d got you pushed against the mattress as his lips press against yours.

You keep him close, fingers scratching at his neck as you desperately try to keep him as close as possible, not wanting to let go. He simply won’t allow it, thankful he was in his gym shorts still. The elastic waistband allows for him to pull it down with ease, using one hand, as he frees his aching cock from its confines. He brushes the tip of his fingers against it, groaning when he feels how sensitive he is to a small touch. Rubbing himself against you has you both letting out a low moan, you previous orgasm and arousal helping him glide inside.

With your legs securing him even closer to you, he almost doesn’t want to even think of leaving your warmth. Perfectly molded to fit him completely, he can’t help but shallowly rut into you, rubbing against your gummy walls. When you whine for him to move, he realizes your legs have fallen to the side. “I want all of you, Toshi,” your cute plea for him is all he needs as he changes his position. He doesn’t even need to tell you what to do, your hands immediately going to hold the back of your thighs as he makes sure to not hurt you as he lifts himself off of you.

Moving his hips at a rapid pace, he only knows each time he hits deep inside of you when you cry out in a higher pitch, your cunt gushing even more and slathering all over his skin. Whenever the resounding sound of him colliding with your slick skin enters his ears, he knows he’s hit as deep as he can, pulling out only to go chasing more of your walls rubbing against him. Each pump inside of you had milky fluid bubbling out, your back arching as you dig your heels into the mattress below and can only let out a string of squeals with each deep dive. He doesn’t know how long he even managed to last before his hips are stuttering, sweat soaking into his shirt as he manages to pull out, coating you and his shirt in milky cum that drips down.

Instead of a blissful sigh in satisfaction, you still whine as your legs lock around him. Your words are so muddled together and unintelligible, you end up using your hand to move his cock back inside of you. “Inside! More!” You manage to whine out, wriggling your hips as your legs try to push him back in. The desperation for more of him, for him to completely fill you up has him abiding by your request, his own pleasure once more being replaced with the thought of him doing it for you, none of this is for him.

Despite his words telling him that, his thoughts trying to sound conscious and stable, he finds himself once more enjoying your warmth and the sticky fluid coating the both of you. He has to lick his lips in want as you even manage to swipe some of his cum off of you, lapping it up as your tongue lolls out, flicking against your digit. He knows you’re only doing it because you can barely see and speak straight, but he can’t help but think of it as you putting on a show for him, your eyes glazed over as your legs can’t even keep him close to you, too busy shaking from pleasure.

The sweating running down his body makes his shirt completely stick to his skin, making it almost uncomfortable until he has to uncover you, keeping his hips moving as he manages to slide off his drenched shirt. The sight alone has you squealing in pleasure, completely drenching his abdomen as your whole body locks up from the stimulation. Moving his hands to your thighs, he keeps your legs completely spread as he tries to get to his own finishing line, your body becoming almost completely limp as your hands dig into his pillows, the only sign you’re still conscious. Even your screams of pleasure are one silent scream, mouth open with no sound.

A final push, one more thrust into you and he’s finally giving you what you want, your body practically sighing in satisfaction once it feels the first drop of his cum. His load is so hefty, his cock practically leaves you nothing but a gaping hole as it oozes from your fucked out hole. With your horniness completely sated, you only manage to give him one more line before passing out. It’s practically gibberish, but he can tell what you’re saying.

“You’re welcome,” he pecks your forehead, coated in your sweat as you completely pass out. He feels as if he’s worked out at the gym all day after dealing with you, almost too tired to get up and clean himself. Almost. Once he cleans himself up, he’ll deal with you and your mess, but for now, he can’t bear moving you from your content resting state.

#BB.Kinky #BB.Dark #haikyuu smut #Mr. Wakatoshi #Ushijima smut #tw.incest #tw.manipulation #tw.overstimulation #tw.cum shot #cw.cum eating #tw.squirting

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readerinsertz · 2 years

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Steve rogers strength/size kink where he loves showing off his strength, and flexes his muscles to impress you. Don’t mind if it includes smut or not (18 yrs old)

Rating: Explicit content under the keep reading, links to sex positions MDNI

Word Count: 990

☆ Probably tries to time his workouts when you’re in the gym too

☆ Shirts become 4x smaller

☆ Bucky can’t help but grin and tease him about it but will pipe up and say the washing machine shrunk it if/when Steve is called out for it

☆ When you talk to him, Steve’s always flexing his biceps- scratching his ears, hair, nape

☆ Smirks when he notices your eyes darting from his eyes to his pecs

☆ Once in a relationship and only only only if he knows it won’t be triggering, asks you how much you weigh then sends a video of him lifting three times that weight

☆ You ask him if he can lift x,y,z. Steve does it every time, patient in all your demands just smiles and lifts it

"Can you lift this?" You point at the washing machine

Steve gives you a small smile and a nod, bending down to grab a corner with one hand and easily lifting it up

"Can you lift that?" You ask and gesture at the seat

Steve sighs but grabs it with two hands and lifts it clean off the ground so you can hoover under it

"Can you move this?" You show him the massive makeup thingy and he sighs but does it, easily moving something that 4 men carried into the room

☆ Fucks you standing up, starts with you against the wall but will pull away so he’s the only thing keeping you up fucking you in the full nelson position. Grabs your hips and lifts you up, lets gravity drop you back down on his cock.

Warnings: explicit content, 18+, size kink, strength kink, marking, scratching, links to sex position images, squirting, daddy kink, minor mirror sex, thigh grinding,

☆ When you’re riding him, his feet are planted on the bed and he’s thrusting his hips into yours. Large hands clenched on your hips bouncing you on his dick

☆ Probably no definitely gets a mirror installed on the ceiling so you can see his back muscles whilst he’s fucking you

☆ When you’re bad (or good) he makes/lets you grind on his thigh

☆ Picture it: you straddled on his thigh, knees planted in the sofa cushion on either side of his hips. Short pleated skirt barely grazing the bottom of your ass, you white pants with the pink words ‘daddy’s princess’ soaked through, wet patch forming on his jeans embarrassingly quickly

“That’s a good girl, look at that. Princess made a wet patch on daddy’s trousers”. Getting bored Steve clenches his thighs to increase the friction on your clit. You throw your head back and moan. Wanting to bully you more, the blond bounces his leg just to see the fat tears drip from your waterline. Black trails run down your cheeks but you don't dare stop in your grinding motion. Eventually, Steve takes pity on you and coos that you’re too dumb to get yourself off with his thigh on your own and grabs your hips to control your rhythm. When Steve wants to hear you whine, he pushes down on your hips and grinds you a little harder. To an untrained ear, your hiccupy moans would seem like you're not enjoying the rough handling but the way your juices explode out of you, drenching the material of the chair and dripping down to darken the carpet, the fabric straining to cover Steve's muscular thighs already soaked through, is an indication of how much you enjoy it.

☆ Loves loves loves when you grip his shoulder/biceps to hold on. If you dig your fingernails into the skin oof he will flip you over and make you squirt on his dick

☆ Loves it when you mark him but no visible hickeys- he's still America's golden boy. Adores when you drag your fingernails down his back so the next day can hear all the hushed comments on the 10 red lines running parallel to each other down his back. Steve can’t stop smirking as he changes

☆ Will let out the whiniest fucking keen if you leave a love bite on the ‘v’ of his adonis belt like imagine being on your knees biting his flesh and you look up this sculpted Adonis of a man to see his blue eyes hidden behind his eyelids, head tipped down and plump lips open to let out the such a sexily pitched noise. You gush at the power you suddenly have (always had) over him

☆ Sparring sessions that end with him sweeping your legs out from under you and caging you down on the mat. Hands above your head, one of Steve’s wrapped around both of your wrists. No matter how much you struggle he keeps you pinned down. Animalistic sex partly from the adrenaline coursing through the two of you and also the risk of getting caught

☆ Lingerie is destroyed partly because his hands are so big Steve can’t easily remove the delicate hooks but also because the blond can get too impatient and just rips it off. Whispers into the meat of your thighs/breasts/neck he’ll buy another set. Not as in one set matching bralette and pants but the entire collection and in all the colour options.

☆The lap dance position/full nelson but Steve’s sat down with his forearms hooked around the backs of your knees and spreads your legs. He pushes your knees till touching they’re touching your shoulders and fucks up into you. Probably wraps one hand around your neck. If you’re un/lucky, one hand will slide down and rub figures of 8's onto your clit until you’re too overstimulated to babble anything greater than 3 words. You cannot move in that position at all, it’s Steve letting out all his anger and frustrations on your body

☆ Italian chandelier position but you don’t need to do anything to hold your weight, Steve does it, a hand on the small of your back all he needs to keep your lower body up

Other positions he uses to show his strength to fuck you:

Asian Cow

Apollo

Elephant

Descent

Flying Dutchman

Hood (Steve would spend all night going down on you)

Lace but also standing 69

Prison Guard

Honestly any of these but Snake, Zombie, Aquarius, Olympus, The Cradle, The Mermaid. I think Zombie may be his fave and he'll do the Arch for you (he can't resist your puppy eyes) but would feel a bit awkward

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snazzyturtles · 8 months

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“Confidential”

kuroo x f!reader, nsfw, mdni

being close to your big brother's best friend couldn't possibly lead to anything bad... right?

wc: 5.4 k

tw: best friend’s sister, age gap (2y) , virg reader, unprotected, cunnilingus (f! oral), titty sucking, light bondage, spanking, biting, squirting, creampie, bd/sp, pet names (chibi, baby, kitten, darling, babydoll, angel), kuroo calls himself daddy, lets face it kuroo is a horny mf

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ *:･ﾟ✧ *:･ﾟ

"chibi-chan-" you heard a deep voice saying seductively, strong arms hugging you from behind. a small yelp left your throat as you turned around, relaxing a bit more when you noticed who it was.

"kuroo! you shouldn't scare me like that!” you looked around, lowering your voice, "and i thought we agreed, no contact at school. if kenma saw us, he'd freak out."

and it was true- if kenma saw his best friend flirting with his younger sister, who knows what'll happen.

"my bad. sorry. but we both know we can't help it~" he said in a low, sexy voice. “i missed you, baby," he said, caressing your hair gently with one hand, as he brought the other hand to your waist. you whimpered, looking up at him.

”kuroo, there are other people around us, people that could be watching. they might go tell him, and i don't think he'll appreciate his best friend hitting on his little sister,” you squeezed your eyes shut. "how about... school lets out in two hours, right? i’ll... i’ll just come to your place right after, okay?”

he placed a finger on your lips, as if to block you. "relax, baby,” he said. "no one around here thinks that about us. and in the slight chance that they might, is that not part of the fun?” kuroo brought his body closer to you, whispering in your ear, ”are you really sure you can wait?”

you stared at him for a minute, trying to think straight before nodding. he was so close to you.

"we both can wait, kuroo please.”

he chuckled, ”alright. two hours, then.” he said as he backed up and started walking away. however, before he got too far, he stepped back and leaned towards you, whispering in your ear. "i expect you to walk through my door wearing nothing but that red bikini i bought you at the beach~”

your head snapped up, but when you tried to respond he was already turned and walking away. your heart was beating fast, scared and excited for what was to come. and knowing kuroo, that could be anything…

you quickly pushed those thoughts away. it was only a bit of teasing, after all. nothing more to it than that… right?

when the final bell of the day rang, you ran home as fast as you could. you had to get there, change clothes, and leave before kenma saw you. you couldn't let him know about this.

running into your bedroom, you dug through your dresser drawers until you found the bikini kuroo bought you hiding at the bottom. it was tiny, the bottoms closer to a thong and the top being made of tiny material that barely covered your chest, breasts practically spilling out of it. it was bright red, one of his favorite colors. you hurriedly changed into it, putting a loose t-shirt and some shorts over it, and ran out of the house.

kuroo was already waiting for you at the door when you rounded the corner.

"you're late~" he said in a flirty voice, but his voice was mixed with genuine concern. once he saw you come inside, he brought you into an embrace, and gently kissed you on the lips. “what caused all the trouble?" he said in a teasing voice, as his hands began to go under your loose shirt and the shorts you were wearing.

"i-i had a bit of trouble trying to find the bikini set you asked me to wear... found it though.” your breath was shaking as you felt his cold fingers run up and down your skin beneath the t-shirt.

he was surprised by your nervousness. “you're shaking…" he let his hands run all over your skin, slowly bringing you closer to him.

"let's not stand around here though-" he whispered in a sexy voice as he took you by your hands and began walking towards his bedroom.

you could tell by the way he had been acting all day that this would be different. he was being more suggestive, more sly with his words. his hands were touching you more than usual. you had a feeling this wouldn't just be one of your normal make-out sessions.

once he had you inside his room, he pushed you against the wall and started to kiss you passionately. he was much more aggressive than he ever had been; it was as if the idea of you coming to his room wearing the red bikini had made him go insane. "chibi-chan~" he said as his hands went lower and lower. "i am so happy you came…“ he said as he bit your lower lip.

a gasp left your mouth when he bit down. it hurt, but it felt so good at the same time. whimpers began to escape your throat as you felt everything. he had you practically pinned against the wall, and you couldn't move as his mouth became more intense and his hands began to roam.

he bit your lower lip harder, while his other hand began to reach your thighs. he had always seen you as kenma's little sister. someone he had to be protective of, like a big brother. yet in this moment, he felt a rush of passion and lust. "chibi-chan~" he said in a sexy voice. "my body is yours.”

a moan came out of your mouth from his movements and words. the line of what was considered risqué and taboo for you two was blurred and you didn't know what to think anymore. "kurooooo" you whined out, long as slow from his touches.

"my, my. such a naughty and needy little kitten-" he whispered as he felt you moan. he pushed you down slowly, and as you got down on your knees, he knelt in front of you. "let daddy kuroo take care of you, baby~" he said while slowly sliding his shirt off.

you looked up at him with your eyes blown wide. it wasn't like you hadn't seen him without a shirt on before, you had gone to the pool and beach together several times. but this was different…

you sat there, not knowing what to do as you watched him. “k-kuroo?”

"no need to speak, baby. just enjoy yourself," he said as he pulled you closer to him. he kissed you passionately while slowly removing your shirt and shorts from you. only the red bikini that he had bought you remained.

the cold air rushed over you, chills going down your body as you sat there, letting him stare at you. the bikini leftover was so tiny.

he ran his fingers over your skin. “chibi-chan… i want you so badly~” he said in a seductive voice as he began to kiss your neck, moving his body closer to yours.

a whimper left your mouth when he kissed you, and your hands began running up and down his muscles. “k-kuroo? can... can i…” your face was blushing deeply by now.

"can you what, baby?” he said in a soft voice as his hands ran all over your body. he could feel your desire from your movements, and it made him lustful.

"can i call you by your first name? is that okay?” you looked up at him with babydoll eyes, not wanting to make him uncomfortable if you did it without permission.

he stopped for a second and stared at you. "of course you can, baby.” he said in a soft tone. “i want you to have as much fun as possible~" he said, as he kissed you on the lips, and began to remove his pants. he slipped his pants down slowly, making sure you were watching. his black boxers were the only thing that remained as he looked down on you again.

kuroo looked down at you. you were a small, and yet alluring figure, as you sat on your knees in front of him, wearing nothing but the bright red bikini. "my, my~ you look so hot in that color-" he said while reaching out with his hand to touch you.

you started whimpering as he brushed his hands across your bikini top, then slowly began untying the string. “te-tetsuro?”

he nodded. "yes, baby. what do you need?” his eyes were already glued to the string that connected your bikini top, fingers playing with it unmindfully. this was really happening.

”want you to touch me, tetsuro.” your breath was shaking, but you were confident in what you were saying.

your words hit him, and his eyes filled with lust, face turning red as he reached out with his hand and slowly, gently removed the top from your body. "is this what you wanted?" he asked seductively as he kissed you on the neck, and slowly ran his fingers over your body.

a loud moan escaped your mouth, groaning as you felt his hands and fingers tease your breasts. his hands were cold, rough, and they began to trace your skin with his fingertips. "so good tetsur- aH” your breath caught when you felt him pinch your nipple, sending shockwaves through your body.

he chuckled. "looks like I got a submissive little angel~" he said in a teasing voice as his hands began to roam all over your body. "i'm not done yet, baby~" he whispered seductively as he continued to fondle your body. kuroo lowered his face to your chest, and you could feel his breath against your skin. his tongue began to circle your nipples, playing with the peaks as his fingers pushed them up closer to his face. he attached his mouth to one, sucking hard and nibbling at the skin. when he pulled back, you could already tell a bruise would be there tomorrow, and it made you whine in excitement.

kuroo picked you up by the waist, carrying you over to his bed where he laid you down on your back. your legs were dangling off the side of the bed, and he was still standing, looking over you. he was enjoying this too much already.

he leaned in and gently pushed your legs further and further apart. you felt his large hands begin to stroke the bikini bottoms, pawing over your mound and making you shake as he pushed your legs wider. when he took a finger to push the bottoms to the side, a gasp left your mouth as you threw your head back.

he brought his face even closer to yours. "you look so beautiful, like a sweet little babydoll~" he whispered seductively as he gave your mouth a light peck, moving to start kissing your neck. he took your legs and pushed them up even further, exposing you completely. "are you sure you want this?" he asked in a hushed, teasing voice as he continued to kiss you.

you looked up at him, staring at him with glistening eyes as you nodded your head.

“yes, tetsuro, please”

he stopped moving, and just stared at you for a few seconds. "thank you, baby-" he said in a soft voice and kissed you on the lips. he felt so bad for kenma... but he can't deny the enjoyment he was feeling right now.

kuroo continued to kiss your neck, slowly letting his fingers slide down your body once again, as his other hand went to your leg. you could feel him playing with the tie for the bikini bottoms, toying with it to the point where it was almost loose. it made you realize that his fingers were so long in comparison to yours, and made you wonder how his fingers might feel when he used them on you.

he slowly untied the bikini string, letting them fall, revealing you in your entirety. "you look so gorgeous, kitten," he said in a soft voice as he brought his face closer to yours.

the moment the string was fully untied and the fabric pulled away, he began to run his long fingers all over your body. he moved his other hand, lifting you over to him so that your body was now on top of his. "chibi-chan~" he said in a soft and seductive voice. “i’ve always wanted this~”

you were straddling his head, and you were confused for a moment about why he put you in this position until he started moving his mouth. he slowly stuck his tongue out, licking long stripes down your folds. toying with the skin around your pussy, teasing as he barely missed the areas you wanted him to touch most. you let out one of the loudest whines you’d ever done before, sounding almost pathetic in your want for him.

he laughed, ”you are so loud." he whispered in a teasing tone against your skin, his breath sending chills across your body. he continued to play with you for a bit, licking circles on your thighs and folds until he looked up at you and said “i have an idea."

"do you trust me, baby?" he asked, murmuring between kisses.

you nodded your head fast. “i trust you with everything tetsuro.”

he can't help but feel protective and responsible in your reaction... for some reason, despite how much lust and excitement he felt from seeing you like this. "lie on your stomach for me, baby.”

you lifted your legs from their position around his head, turning around and crawling forward on the bed. you sat on your knees for a second, catching your breath before he pressed you into the position where he wanted you- laying on your stomach, your legs slightly propped up. your head was on a pillow, and you turned to look back at him. ”w-what's next, tetsuro?”

"put your hands behind your back,” he said in a soft voice. he knew you trusted him, but it felt better doing it this way. at least for him.

kuroo tied your hands with his belt so that you could not move them, tugging slightly to make sure it was secure. "is this okay with you?" he asked.

you nodded your head slowly. "y-yeah, it's okay.”

he smirked with a playful and seductive smile, and began to play with you. "oh, look at those asscheeks,” he said in a gravelly voice. "just begging to be kissed and punished... aren't they?” he moved in close to you, and began to make small circles on your thighs with his tongue.

light noises were leaving your throat as you felt his actions. you were unable to do anything, but somehow it turned you on more. kuroo’s tongue kept getting higher and higher as he licked up your thighs, slowly getting closer and closer to your pussy. whenever you would whine, he would spank you lightly, trying to punish you, but somehow it made you feel even better. it felt so naughty while he did things to your body like that.

"do you like that, darling? do you like how i spank you?" he asked in a teasing voice, as he continued to kiss your body, making small circles with his tongue on your thighs and kneading the skin.

“i l-love it, t-tetsuro” your legs squeezed together around his head, trying to keep him there, doing what he was doing. your body was quivering from all the stimulation he was giving you, and it felt so good.

kuroo laughed. "your legs are squeezing me," he said, using his lips to explore you even more. he was sucking on your body so hard that you were sure he’d be leaving marks, nibbling and pulling at your skin with his teeth to make you whimper even more. "i hope you’re prepared for the next part…” he said in a teasing voice.

he kept licking higher and higher, until you finally felt the tip of his tongue swipe through the folds of your pussy, ghosting the entrance. a yelp escaped your mouth, as you whined for him. "yes, tetsuro! yesss…”

he couldn't help but chuckle at the sound you made, smiling as he continued to make circles around the hole. "yes, what, chibi-chan?" he asked with a seducing voice. “do you want more?~”

“m-m-more,” your legs were shaking as you tried to hold yourself at least slightly up for him, trying to shuffle closer to his face.

"you sure, baby? not everyone can handle me.." kuroo said with a smirk on his face. he was teasing you so much, definitely taking his time to prolong the night. "is this really what you want, chibi-chan~?" he said in a slightly condescending tone, as his tongue continued to circle your entrance.

"y-yessss, pleaseeee” you were whining so loud at this point, wanting his tongue to do more

"i don't think you are prepared for this, babydoll... what if i’m too good?" he said, teasing you even more with the tone of his voice before his tongue suddenly made contact with your pussy unannounced.

when his tongue finally went in, you yelped, and then groaned loudly from the contact. ”s-so good, tetsuro-“

his tongue licking in and out was unlike anything you'd felt before then. he was sucking and scooping you slick out of your pussy like he was starved, moaning from the taste and sending vibrations across that made you throw your head back in pleasure. when he pulled his head back, his jaw was wet, covered in your slick, and he licked his lips. the sight alone made a loud moan escape your throat.

he let out a deep laugh. "you were not prepared at all, kitten~" kuroo said in a teasing tone. he was definitely not holding back... "i am so proud of you, baby~" he whispered in a soft voice, lowering his head again as he began to work his mouth on you again. his lips wrapped around your clit, suckling it and flicking it quickly with his tongue.

it was so much- his tongue mapping your body, his big callused hands holding you down tightly, the sounds of him moaning into your cunt as he worked your body.

”-tetsuro, i’m-i’m gonna…”

you were close already.

"yes, darling-" he said in a teasing voice, murmuring against your pussy. "be as loud as you want~," he said in a seductive tone as his tongue began to work you faster, pushing deeper in an attempt to hit your sweet spots.

is this really happening? if this is real, kenma would be so mad if he knew…

you felt your cunt begin to squeeze tight, and a shrieking yelp left your throat as your body felt like it was exploding. you were panting, your body shaking and spasming, the pressure in your pussy feeling like you were being crushed. when you finally had the ability to open your eyes, you turned to look at him, only to notice he was looking back at you with wide eyes, his face soaking wet. “y-you just squirted… on my face…” he whispered slowly, looking shocked.

he got on the bed and sat down beside you, smiling lightly, but you could tell in his eyes he looked surprised and confused…

he put his hands on your hips and helped you sit up in his lap. you were so small in comparison to his large frame, so petite in his eyes.

"chibi-chan... how did you come so easy like that?" kuroo asked in a teasing voice, as he pulled you in closer to him. he untied your hands and you immediately slumped forward, grabbing his shoulders and breathing hard.

"y-you make me like this tetsuro… thank you.”

he looked at you as his fingers ran through your hair. "is this the first time you have felt like this?" he asked in a softer, almost concerned tone. “was… was i the first?”

you looked up at him and nodded slowly. "that's never happened before… didn't know i could…” you stayed silent for a minute before squeezing your eyes shut. "i-i've never been with anyone before... but i think i'm ready though.”

“... i think you are, too," he said simply, as his eyes stared deeply into yours. you could tell this was something he hadn't expected you to say.

"chibi-chan... i know this sounds weird, but... do you want me to be your first?" kuroo asked slowly... his tone was soft, and it carried some weight to it. like he genuinely wanted to be with you.

you stared into his eyes and nodded slowly. ”yes... i want it to be you." you tightened your hold around him, trying to think of how to say what you felt. “i think i’ve always wanted it to be you.”

he froze. "no way-" he said softly and in a teasing voice, as he held you by the hips again. "do you really mean it, chibi-chan? baby, i… what about kenma? the friendship we all have?”

he paused for a minute, thinking before he spoke again. “was i your first love?" he asked slowly, his voice heavy. you nodded your head.

"from the first time i saw you with kenma, i knew it was you. playing volleyball with my brother, i thought i was just happy that he had a friend. but the more i got to know you, the more i was around you, started to realize it wasn't just happiness. it was love too.”

this moment was... so precious to him, but he also was feeling sad for you... you’d known each other for so many years...

he began smiling. "chibi-chan... can i ask you one last question... before i do anything else?"

"w-what is it tetsuro?”

"this isn't just sex. you actually want me to make love to you, right?" he asked in a whispering voice. "chibi-chan... are you sure you want to do this with me?”

you stared deep into his eyes, nodding your head. "i basically saved myself for you... and you just did all that to me, i wouldn't want it to end now. i wouldn't want this with anyone else.”

saved myself for you…

those four words made this feel like the most special moment of his life. the way you looked at him, and the way your words carried so much meaning... so sweet, yet so tempting. a forbidden relationship…

"then..." he said in a whispering voice. "chibi-chan... let's do this.” he hoped you wouldn't regret this afterwards, but... he just knew you wouldn't.

kuroo lightly lifted you by the hips, laying you down on the bed and leaning over you. he began to kiss you, slower and with more passion than he had previously. it felt like he was trying to somehow express even more how much this meant to him, how much he actually felt for you. his hands ran up and down your sides, and the only thing that separated you by now were his black boxers…

the sounds of your moans were so precious to him, telling him just how much you wanted him, reminding him how much this whole encounter meant to both of you. he just couldn't resist anymore, and he began to move his hand downward… with the sound of fabric falling, his boxers were now on the floor as well.

your eyes were squeezed shut as he kissed you, and with him propped over your body, you couldn't see anything. but you could definitely feel when he took his boxers off- something warm, heavy, and stiff suddenly hitting your stomach. you opened your mouth as you sucked in a breath, not knowing what he was planning on doing to you next.

he had never seen an expression like this from you. you looked so lovely, yet so confused. you looked... pure in this moment. like an angel atop his bedsheets. and that was precisely what he was about to change right now…

“-tetsuro?”

you looked up at him, staring into his eyes and wrapping your arms around his shoulders tighter. "i'm ready.”

this was it for him- he finally had the opportunity to make love to you. but something about your eyes... the way you looked right at him, and then you said those soft words… he knew he would never forget this moment. "baby... i…” he said in a soft voice. "i love you…”

and with those words, he claimed you…

your breath caught as you felt him press in, a moan escaping your mouth from the feeling. the head of his cock was fat, pushing in slowly like a suction cup stretching you out. it made your pussy ache, but you were already craving more. the further he pressed in, the more full you felt, your tight cunt sucking him in. "i-i love you too" you whispered out. "y-you feel so good…”

he could feel your body shaking... he could see your eyes slowly looking away as you were trying your best to hide your face. this was so precious to him…

"look at me darling." he whispered in a soft voice as he held you by the hips. "let me see you..." you were so beautiful to him right now... he wanted to replay this moment in his memories for as long as he lived.

"-so big" your voice was coming out in gasps; you weren't expecting this. you looked at him with your eyes glazed over, tears prickling in the corners as you felt him finally stop moving. kuroo was fully sheathed inside you, the heavy tip of his cock pushing against your cervix with a pressure that made you mewl. he slowly began to move, pulling out until just the tip was left in, before slowly pushing back forward. the more he moved, the faster he began to go.

your expressions were so cute... so pure... it was driving him insane. "you're so sweet, kitten." he whispered in a gentle tone. "just like this, okay? let's look at each other.” your eyes shifted so you were staring deeply into each other, and he could feel that you were just as passionate about this as he was. you were just as invested.

when your eyes were locked on each other's, you could almost feel his emotions. his eyes were shining as he stared down at you whenever you’d make a noise. his eyebrows would furrow with concentration whenever he’d speed up or grip you stronger. this was so much more than you could have imagined it would be. and yet somehow you still wanted more. “h-harder…”

he was smiling. "whatever you want, baby…" he said in a gentle, but seductive tone, thrusting with each word. “ask, and i'll do it.”

he started to pick up his pace, snapping his hips harder to push in with more force. it made you whimper and moan louder, murmuring his name in a string of sloppy words that barely formed real sentences. kuroo wanted more too... his heart felt like it was beating faster and faster by the second.

you could hear the bed shifting now, bumping the wall whenever he’d push forward. the sound of your skin hitting louder as he sped up more. your cunt began to tighten again, like earlier, and you knew this time what was about to happen.

"..tetsuro..." you panted and whined out.

"chibi-chan..?" he asked in a questioning tone. "baby, are you already…”

no way… he thought as he kept speeding up. he wanted to give you everything that you deserved at this moment.

your teeth began to grit as you squeezed your face, eyebrows knit and eyes practically glued shut. "i-ah!" your pussy clenched around him as you came again, spraying around his cock and leaving a puddle to form under your ass. he looked down on you, surprised you had come so fast, but that face quickly turned back into a smirk. it made him feel even more confident, even more turned on when he realized he made you cum twice. he kept moving, faster than before.

"oh my god..." he whispered in a soft voice. “baby, i…”

kuroo felt like he was about to explode. he could barely contain himself as he kept speeding up even more. "please..." he said in a hushed tone. "i feel so close, baby..." his eyes were so focused on you, and his mind was racing. "want... to... to…”

"please tetsuro... want you to cum in me,” you were panting into his ear as he burrowed his head into your neck. you wanted him so bad.

'i'm... so..." his eyes were shut against your neck. “i'm so..." his mind felt like he was floating, unstable and shaky from uncertainty. "close," he grunted out. “chibi-chan…" his movements were so much more forceful.

he was grunting louder now, practically growling in your ear as he was becoming more and more aggressive. you heard him let out a final moan, before stalling his hips and shuttering. you felt his hot ropes of cum begin to shoot into your cunt, filling it with his warmth.

"baby.." he whispered in a deep tone. "you made me... feel so.." he couldn't even explain it with words right now. he pulled away from you, sliding out and laying down on the bed beside you with a smile on his face. his fingers trailed your jawline as you lay there, your head on his chest, until you both fell asleep.

———

after some time, kenma came over to kuroo's house to find a charger that he accidentally left over. but what he found instead when he walked into the room was his little sister and best friend, asleep on top of each other, obviously not dressed under the blanket they shared.

he shook kuroo lightly, trying to wake him up.

kuroo lazily opened his eyes, as he slowly turned to look at him. he gave him a soft smile. "oh... hey kenma..." he said in a calm voice. "what do you need?”

and that's when he looked down and remembered. he saw that you were lying on top of him, barely covered... was this really happening?

kenma slowly walked closer to the bed, staring at what was in front of him. "i came over to find my charger, but i guess i found my sister too…” he looked between you and kuroo. "you two slept together, didn't you? it'd explain the lack of clothes.”

kuroo felt his cheeks heat up, blushing even redder than they were prior. "yes kenma... we... we did." he said softly as he turned to look at him. "chibi-chan and i... i’ve been keeping feelings for her for a while now, and she did for me too…” he really, really didn't want to make this sound awkward, but his friend deserved the truth.

kenma stared down at you two, seeming to try and process what was happening before him. he stuttered a few times, trying to grasp what to say, before he finally spoke up. "just don't hurt her, okay? if you do, i'm going to purposefully send you bad sets for the rest of the season.”

when he looked back at kuroo’s face, he rolled his eyes before smiling lightly. “and clean her up, would you? i can see your… leftovers on her, it's kinda gross.”

kuroo blushed deeper at kenma’s observation, looking down to notice the small puddle of cum sitting next to your thigh that had obviously dripped out of you.

"we get it, kenma, haha." he whispered in a joking tone as he rubbed your back. "we'll take care of things now.” he turned his head to see your face, you really were asleep. “chibi-chan?”

kenma smiled as he grabbed his charger from the table, shaking his head while shutting the door and leaving the house. you were curled up in kuroo's lap, breathing slowly as you dreamed.

you really were fast asleep... kuroo’s heart was still pounding. this really happened…

he looked down at you, your beautiful face soft and peaceful. he fought the urge to kiss you, not wanting to wake you up yet.

“sleeping beauty…" he whispered as he gently caressed your hair. for the time being, at least, he just wanted to hold you close to him. you felt so precious, and you were finally his.

i guess i’m doing tags now bc i was asked lol, leave a comment or note in reblogs if you want me to add you to the list for future fics! - @tsukiran @msbyomimi

a/n: this one was a bit shorter than the last fic, but it’s bc i was writing another one at the same time & that one’s gonna be multiple chapters so uh yah prep for that lol

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shorkbrian · 3 years

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(Collage au ???)!What about a poly jocks kirideku who has a thing for the sweet nerd who helps them in English or art . Or maybe Deku is helping kiri and the nerd to pass maths (gosh I need help with my maths 😂) I just wanna be kabedon ok !! 😂

UNF having two big jocks push you into the family bathroom on campus while you're trying to tutor them.

Having Kiri strip you down while Izuku keeps you occupied with his mouth, kissing you real rough but almost sweet, tongue everywhere, panting into your mouth about how you're so soft and pretty, look so cute and fuckable.

N then Kirishima tucks his arms underneath your armpits and lifts you off your feet, Izuku grinning and grabbing your thighs, throwing them over his shoulders and nuzzling towards your pussy, kissing and biting at your thighs with gross little confessions of love.

Kiri cooing over you, switching his hold so you're leaning more on his chest while Izuku gets ready to eat you out. The redhead wants to feel you tits, feel how they squish in his hands, see how bouncy and round they are, play with your nipples and run his calloused hands all over your chest.

They just wanna show a little appreciation for their tutor! You work so hard showing them how to pass their classes! Let them give you some love back!

Izuku makes you cum, practically whining against your cunt as he eats it all up, Kirishima laughing at the younger man because his hips are bucking into the air.

But then it's Kirishima's turn to taste, and the two men switch positions, the redhead pulling off his jacket to lay it on the ground for you, Izuku doing the same.

Kiri pulls your legs apart, and no matter how you try to snap them shut it's useless - especially with his massive figure between them. All you do is squeeze him a little, and it makes the man chuckle.

He makes you cum too, even though it takes a while because you're terrified of his sharp teeth. You've been crying since Kirishima stripped you down.

Izuku is kneeling nearby, watching as his friend slobbers all over you, runs his tongue between your pussy lips and flicks it against your clit over and over until you sob. He's jacking off, groaning at how your face looks, so red and already all fucked out.

The redhead cruelly stretches you out with his tongue, uses his fingers too, until you're squirting into his mouth, almost screaming and Izuku is quick to clamp a hand over your mouth, snapping your jaw shut painfully. It's the same hand he'd been jerking his cock with, and you can smell it.

They let you calm down for a moment, while Kirishima wipes his face and shucks off his ruined shirt. Your juices had gone everywhere, but neither man is complaining.

Izuku starts kissing you again, and it's so disgusting and messy, the man practically licking you in his eagerness.

Neither of them may know how to do calculus very well, but they sure know how to fuck.

That fact is made clear to you soon, both of them taking turns treating you gentle, trying to build you up to one last orgasm.

Izuku has to tap out first, says your pussy too good, and cums all over your stomach while Kirishima takes his place. By the time Kirishima's ready to blow his load, Izuku's ready to go again.

They're gonna make you feel good one last time, and then they promise to clean you up and walk you home.

#kirishima #izuku #tw.nsfw #tw.noncon #tw.taken advantage #tw.dubcon #tw.squirting #tw.bodily fluids

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nkogneatho · 5 months

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when men want me to squirt on their cock, it's hot. but when i want to hold their cock while they pee then i am weird. oh the double standards

#c'mon #pasi.txt #tw.squirting

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absolutvirgin · 3 years

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❛𝐝𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐲❜

𝒇𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆𝒔— fushiguro toji x f!reader

𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒎𝒆— jujutsu kaisen

𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒎— one-shot

𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆— nsfw

𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔— lactation, mentions of pregnancy and baby, reader is a mama, masterbation, nipple play, toji drinks breast milk, creampie, vaginal penetration, degradation, biting, reader kinda (?) scratches his back, squirting, toji drinks your fluid.

𝒗𝒊𝒓𝒈𝒊𝒏 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒔— we’re gonna ignore how i wrote for day 3 before day 2. i promise i’ll finish it soon 😩

𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕— 0.8k

being a new mother was hard, ontop of being a good wife for your husband, toji fushiguro. you had just put your newborn down for a nap, toji was out attending to his job. you finally had time to yourself, which as a new mother wasn’t something you often found.

your favourite room had become the laundry room. it was quite, warm and pleasuring. “fuck, fuck, fu-“ your moans came to a stop and you whimpered, your orgasm denied. you opened your eyes. there was no way the load had finished already-oh. the machine had been turned off.

in front of you stood your husband. he gazed down at you with hard, green eyes. in the depths of his emerald eyes swirled an emotion you weren’t unfamiliar with. it was, after all, how you got pregnant the first time. you gulped, looking up at his form that towered over you.

“you’re home early.” you smiled up at him, your cunt fluttering in need. tojis eyes travelled from your smile, down towards your breasts. you had chose not to wear a bra, you were just going to be in the house all day. around both of your nipples, the shirt had dampened.

toji didn’t respond, instead he began to undo his belt that held his cargo pants on his waist. you whimpered, unconsciously spreading your naked lower half. his cock was hard, and you began to wonder how long he had been watching you. his hands grasped the bottom of your white t-shirt, ripping it over your head harshly.

toji wasted no time, his hand gripped the bottom of his dick, lining it up with your dripping cunt. “oh fuck,” your cunt gripped him tightly, not allowing him to slip in as quickly as he pleased. he grunted, forcing his way through your right walls until he had bottomed out.

“such a naughty whore, getting off to the washing machine while i’m at work.” he growled, kissing his way up your stomach until he got to your hardened, leaking nipples. his tongue flattened, licking all of the milk his tongue could find. his dick twitching inside as he cleaned your breasts. you whined, your voice high pitch, as he softly nibbled on your nipple. his other hand, toying with the opposite breast. he began to thrust, slow but deep, sucking your breasts dry. his hands squeeze your breasts, as if it would help the flow of milk. he finally comes up for air, hands moving down to the back of your thighs. your hands reach, locking behind the nape of his neck. he lifts you with ease, moving so your back is now against the wall.

you grind forward, meeting each of his perfected strokes, your juices soaking his cock. “so wet, hm?” he groans into the nape of your neck. he runs his tongue over the juncture of your neck and shoulder, before biting down. your hips falter in their bucking momentum, a loud mewl leaving your lips.

“yes, yes, all for you.” you whine, tangling your fingers in his raven locks. the squelching noise echoing throughout the laundry room is so obscene. the smell of sex, strong in the room as your husband plows up into you. the pull of his heavy, stiff cock inside of you earns a string of endless moans from your plump lips.

“did the washing machine make you feel this good, little one?” he continued his assault on your neck.

“hmf, no.” you mewled, pulling his hair as your toes curled. “you make me- make- make me feel s’ good!” your thighs begin to shake, tightening around his hips.

“yeah? you gonna cream on my dick? let me fuck you till you’re so dumb you only remember my name?”

“yes! please, toji!” but he pulls out, and you whine, he has you grinding against his abdomen searching for a release. he laughs darkly, lowering you to the floor.

“such a needy lil thing, you are. don’t worry, i’ve got you.” he lifts your legs over his shoulder, fucking into you like there’s no tommorow. that warmth that had begun to form just minutes earlier, rebuilt at a faster pace. your eyes rolling into the back of your head, claws sinking into your husbands muscular shoulders. your breathing picked up, your whines hitching in your throat.

“toji! pleasepleaseplease-“ you wailed, your orgasm approaching fast. “i’m gonna, ‘m gonna!” you weren’t able to warn him as your body went limp under him, tongue sticking out as your body trembled uncontrollably. your clear liquid splashed all over him and yourself, pooling on the tiled flooring.

“fuck.” he grunted, his strokes not faltering at his advancing high. “that was so fucking hot.” his balls slapped harshly against your ass. “shittttt” he came with a long groan, burring his cock as deep as your cunt would allow him, his seed painting your gummy walls white.

he removed his soft cock from your warmth, taking in the sight of your exhausted body. “someone’s gotta clean this up.” he leaned down, slurping up your juices. you watched through lidded eyes as he went as far to slurp your liquids from the floor. “you taste so good, little one.”

#tw.lactation #tw.nipple play #tw.milf #toji fushiguro #toji zenin #dilf toji #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #minors dni #kinktober #kinktober 2021 #tw.creampie #tw.unprotected sex #tw.masterbation #tw.vaginal penetration #tw.biting #tw.scratches #tw.squirting #breast milk

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shokobuns · 3 years

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“𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐩𝐛𝐫𝐨?”

your irritating step brother likes to come in your room during your zoom classes.

PAIRING: stepbro!gojo satoru x f!reader

GENRE(S): smut, quarantine!au (au? LMAO), college!au, taboo

WORD COUNT: 2.7k

WARNING(S): darkish, smut, drug use (weed), high sex, stepcest, taboo, slight dubcon, slight manipulation, exhibitionism (if you squint), sensory deprivation (blindfold), degradation, size kink, unprotected sex, creampie, oral (f receiving), squirting, dacryphilia (if you squint)

(A/N): this rly do be my first time using proper capitalization huh, anyways all characters, SORRY I FORGOT TO ADD THE READ MORE I FIXED IT

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One thing you easily learned about Satoru was the fact he wasn’t easy to satisfy. He’s demanding, cocky, all the while being nonchalant. He rarely exerts effort, but gets the desired results. He’s arrogant, but it’s nearly impossible to point out a flaw to counter it at all.

It makes your head hurt. It makes your teeth clench.

When you make eye contact, you make sure to stare back daggers. When you’re forced to talk to him, your voice stays monotone and expressionless. When you’re in a room with him for more than five minutes, your earbuds are already out, drowning out the sound of his voice. But it’s all difficult when you’re under the same roof.

Knock. Knock.

You roll your eyes at the sound of your step brother knocking your door, wondering what the hell he wants now. At this point, he’s probably just trying to annoy you, poke at your sides until he gets attention, any kind of attention, all just to satisfy his boredom.

Your calm demeanor and sharp tongue has always contrasted with Satoru’s teasing attitude. He’s always seemingly trying to provoke you, trying to pry apart the walls you’ve barricaded yourself in. His personality never rubbed you in the right way from the day your dad surprised you with a dinner with your new brother and your new mom. It didn’t matter anyways, you thought. You’d be going off to university soon enough.

The pandemic ran over all of your plans like a truck.

Better yet, your parents still had work without the option of staying home, leaving you and Satoru home alone for a little over eight hours a day. When he wasn’t in class or tutoring his juniors, he was knocking at your door, most likely red-eyed, though you can’t see it, and relaxed. Despite his persistence, you rarely let him in no matter how insistent he is in “getting to know his new lil sister.”

“Go away, Satoru.”

Behind the door, he pouts while you scribble down notes from the screenshared presentation. He comes in anyways, reeking of marijuana and cologne, half of his shirt buttons undone. You steal a small glance before once again glueing your eyes to your computer screen. The voice of your professor bores you, but you’re hyper aware of Satoru’s presence as he makes himself comfortable on your bed. “Get the fuck off! You stink!” You yell, turning off your camera before throwing a pencil right at him.

He catches it mid air with ease, relaxing his head on your pillows while fiddling with one of your many Sanrio plushies. “Can I have this?” he asks, holding one up as you contemplate its value in your head.

“If it gets you out of my room, then sure.” you reply in a monotone voice, turning back to your notes.

“You’re no fun,” he mumbles, rolling over to lay on his side with the plushie in his arms, “Is that organic chem?”

“Yeah, can you go now?”

“I’ll be quiet, princess. Don’t worry about me, just wanna know what my lil sis is up to.” He waits for a response, but is only rewarded with a huff.

It stays like that for the next ten minutes, him watching your professor’s lecture, you scrambling to write all of the information on the slides as he continues the fast paced lesson. You’re hyper focused on your class, putting in your effort to absorb the entirety of the content. In your mind, the only people in your room are your and your computer. “You know, you don’t have to understand everything all at once,” a voice speaks up from behind you, causing you to purse your lips in annoyance, “It’s easier to learn when you’re actually paying attention to the lecture instead of focusing on trying to get everything down.

“We get it, Satoru. You have straight A’s and you’re naturally good at everything.”

“Hey, you’re getting advice from an aspiring teacher. Don’t need to use that tone with me, Princess.” He mumbles, rolling to his back on the bed, “Just tryna help you out in my free time.”

“I don’t need your help.”

He stays silent while you go back to drawing some of your basic compounds. Ethanol, methanol, propane, all of it. Your scribbles are messy and they progressively fill out the page in your notebook. You hear a tsk behind you, rolling your eyes as you prepare for another criticism from Satoru. Sure, he was probably right, but you refuse to feed into his ego. “Does he not link the slides to you guys or something?” he asks, this time with a friendlier tone.

“He does.” you reply, swiveling your chair until you’re facing him. He’s laying on his side again, his shirt spilling off his shoulder as your breath hitches at the sight. The blindfold is snug against his face, his hair pushed up. You’re sure that the stink of marijuana has rubbed onto your sheets and you make a mental note to wash them after class. “Then get high with me.”

“I’m in the middle of class, dumbass.”

“But you can always look at the slides later.” he suggests, “Plus, you’ve looked super stressed lately. Wonder why.”

Because of you, you want to say, but you stop yourself, opting to stay silent while pondering the offer. “Sure.”

He excitedly walks back to his room, returning to your bed seconds later with a joint between his fingertips. “This your first time?”

“Nah.”

“Ooooo,” he hums like a child, “That’s what you’re up to when we’re not around, huh?” he teases and you shake your head with a smile forming on your face.

“I guess.”

He shrugs, holding the joint up to your lips and lighting up the tip. You suck in the smoke into your lungs, holding it in, before exhaling out the screen door of your window. He takes a hit, opening his mouth and inhaling through his nose then passing it back to you. Your professor’s lecture fades into background noise as you fixate on Satoru, finally giving him the attention he’s been craving for weeks. He makes a mental note to offer you weed the next time he’s overcome by boredom.

The high hits you almost immediately. You’ve never had anything this strong and it’s liberating. You feel weightless, but your eyelids feel heavy. Your face is awfully warm and lifted and your vision gets more and more blurry by the second. The intoxication is pleasant, the present worries in your head being cut off as you focus on what’s right in front of you.

Satoru.

Satoru, your dear, irritating step brother who was kind enough to share the weed he stashes in his drawer. It’s getting harder and harder to hate him and you can’t reason why you felt so many negative emotions that you projected onto him at all. Sure, your room reeks and it’s all because of him, but the sight of him laying on your bed in a shirt that barely covers up his upper body makes your underwear feel uncomfortable. You don't know where it’s coming from, but shutting it out was easy when you’re sober. Key word: sober.

You stand from your desk, making your way to your bed and laying next to him. Both of you face each other, easily getting comfortable, warmth radiating off his body. It feels oddly intimate and your thighs press together in order to suppress the lustful feeling that takes over your body. Your arm comes around to the back of his head, tugging on the fabric that covers his eyes. “Can I take it off?”

“Sure.”

He lifts his head, allowing you to pull on the knot until it becomes undone. You don’t know what you were expecting, maybe a scar or something, but you’re in awe of the blue orbs that make you feel like you were staring into infinity. They’re bloodshot and half lidded and it’s when one fact you really didn’t want to accept hits you.

Satoru Gojo is one of the prettiest men you’ve ever seen.

And he’s your step brother.

Uneasiness stirs in your lower tummy and you curse at whatever higher power that decided to give you this type of luck, but a hand on your hip trails to your back, pulling your closer and closer until your faces are at a dangerous distance. You can feel your cheeks becoming alarmingly hot and you hate that you can’t blame it on the weed. His hand comes up to your cheeks, his thumb stroking the soft skin. “Thought you wanted me to go away?”

“Changed my mind.” you whisper, eyes slowly closing, lips parting open as you wait for him to lean in and close the gap.

“Hmm? What’s this?” he sneers, causing your eyes to shoot open and your body to jolt up from your bed. The hazy feeling on your head still remains, making it hard to stand completely straight. “Get out.” you sternly demand, leaning back on your desk chair and pointing towards your door.

“Why should I? I don’t think you really want me to leave, babe.” He props his head on his hand, leaning his elbow onto your mattress.

“It’s wrong.”

“What’s wrong? We’re just two people hanging out on a bed. Unless you were trying to do something else, dirty girl.”

“I- I wasn’t! You’re my step brother!”

“Step brother.” He repeats, justifying your actions.

You’re shaking, guilt occupying your mind keeping you distracted. It’s the perfect time for Satoru to get comfortable in the space between your legs, pulling down your loose shorts and taking you by surprise. Before you have a chance to protest, his nose brushes against your sensitive core, making you let out a squeak. “W-We can’t do this!”

“Didn’t you want this?” he questions, looking up at you with wide eyes, “Wanted me to take care of this pretty little pussy, right?”

You know you should be refusing. You know you should be pushing him out your door. But it’s so hard when his pupils are dilated and the grip on the sides of your thighs feels so right. At this point, you’re not thinking, only nodding along to whatever he’s saying, anticipating his next actions.

“So wet.” He mumbles, pulling down the flimsy fabric and throwing it off somewhere in the room. He licks a thick stripe from your entrance to your clit, sucking softly on the pearl while holding you down as the pleasure causes you to jolt upwards. He sucks and slurps like it’s his last meal, making your empty walls pulsate and little whines along with to leave your lips. Looking down, your eyes meet his, the lower half of his face immersed in your cunt.

The wet muscle fucks into you, curling and pressing against your walls, while his thumb rubs against your little clit. He hits all the right spots that make you squirm, pushing your legs wide open to see more of your ruined pussy. The wetness collects on his mouth, his chin, and his cheeks, filling him with a sick sense of satisfaction. “Such a whore, aren’t ya?” he pulls away to comment, but your fingers thread through his hair, pushing his head back where you need him most.

The action is assertive, something he usually hates dealing with. Though this time, he’s filled with a sick sense of pride at the fact that he was able to turn you, someone who seemed to hate him with a burning passion, into a moaning mess with just his mouth. He hums satisfactorily, sending vibrations into your sensitive core that make your thighs shaky.

You’re already cumming in an embarrassingly short time, gushing all over his face while he laps up all the juices you have to offer.

Before you can process anything else, his lips capture yours, lifting your body and dropping you onto your bed. You look at him with half lidded eyes, still sensitive from your last orgasm, while he pulls off his own clothes. His length rests on the inside of your thigh and he’s huge, so huge that it feels heavy against your skin and it scares you. “Satoru, I don’t think I can take you-”

“Shhh, princess,” he reassures you, “You started this. You have to take it.”

He doesn’t give you a chance to speak, taking the fabric of his blindfold and covering your eyes, tying a tight knot on the back of your head. This isn’t right, a voice in your head tells you, but you ignore it because Satoru treats you so well. He keeps you company, gives you some of his weed, eats your pussy without you having to ask him.

The only thing you can see is black and you whine. You so badly want to see Satoru’s pretty face, his chiseled body, his thick cock, but your thoughts are interrupted by the fat tip prodding at your tiny hole. “Too big..” your voice trails off as your mind is lifted, only the feeling of him splitting you in half remaining. You’ve never felt so full and it feels so dirty, yet your slick says otherwise, betraying any rational part that still resides in your body.

“I got you, Princess, don’t worry.” He slurs, drunk on the sensation of your snug walls. The stretch strings, whimpers spilling from your lips, but his cock hits every spot like no other. By the time he’s fully inside of you, it feels like he’s actually in your guts and it’s all intensified by the isolated feeling, not being able to see him at all. Every bite on your shoulder, every kiss on your open mouth, every delicious drag on your gummy walls is amplified.

You’re already cumming around him, a ring of cream forming on his cock as he gazes down at your bare body, wrapping his lips around a sensitive nipple. You squeal, your breath hitching at the same time you clamp down around his throbbing length. “Already? Such a sensitive little princess, aren’t you?” He mutters in your ear, your nails digging into his shoulders, piercing the pale skin. Tears spill from your eyes, flowing down the sides of your face.

His teeth sink into your shoulder and you want to tell him to stop, but the words don’t quite leave your lips. Only babbling noises accompanied by the wet sounds of your cunt and skin slapping against skin. He’s still pounding into your cervix at a relentless pace, in awe of how your slick drips down his balls and onto the white sheets.

Every time he hits that sweet spot, there’s an odd feeling that forms, like you’re about to make a mess. And when your next orgasm washes over you in intense waves of euphoria, a clear liquid spurts from your cunny, coating his lower stomach and your inner thighs. “Who knew my little princess was such a messy girl?” he taunts, making your cheeks flush in embarrassment.

“S-shut up-”

“Don’t worry about it,” he leans in close, his lips dangerously close to your ear, “I’ll clean it all up.”

His smooth voice causes you to squeeze around him, almost like you don’t want him to ever leave your cunt, and it gets harder and harder for him to move. “Fuck, baby you’re so tight, need you to loosen up,” he mumbles, his own orgasm finally approaching, your little cunny milking him for all he’s worth.

He’s rambling little praises, hot pleasure elevated by the high, his hips stuttering and his cock stuffing you to the brim with his warm seed. You both lay there, still intertwined and his body resting on top of yours.

“Ms. (L/N)! Did you have any questions about my lesson today?”

Your face drops in horror, your hand immediately pulling off the blindfold, as you push Satoru away from you and press the leave button on Zoom. A mix of your juices drop onto the floor and he chuckles, pulling you back to bed. “This isn’t over.”

He pins you back onto the mattress, his cock twitching at the sight of your leaking cunt, pulling your thighs until you’re close and pinning them to your chest. In one swift movement, his entire cock is shoved into your cunt, his balls slapping against the flesh of your ass with every thrust, fucking his cum back into your womb.

Gojo Satoru would never be satisfied.

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