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NEED YOU 2

desc ;; kuroo creates an nsfw twt account for the sole purpose of collaborating with his fav camgirl

info ;; this is part two of a joint fic with @kkurooswifee. click here for pt 1 and here for the twitter links.

tw + tags ;; nsfw minors dni. smut, vaginal, anal plugs, degradation, praise, impact play, fingering, filming, exhibitionism & size kink (wc: 7.2k)

Since launching his X-rated twitter account, things had been going surprisingly well for Kuroo.

Of course, he only started with the intention of gaining your attention, but he could get used to the other perks associated with owning an explicit twitter account. Such as the constant praise and flirtatious DMs from hundreds of people, gushing to him about how muscular and sexy he is. Sometimes it felt rude or objectifying, but often it simply fuelled his ego. These compliments would come alongside donations too; hefty sums of money sent straight to his PayPal. If he had known amateur male solo-play was such a lucrative market, he would’ve got into it a lot sooner. 

Naturally, he garnered a relatively large fanbase in a short space of time, so he was worried that — despite being a faceless creator — he might be doxxed or his true identity may somehow be revealed. But thankfully that had yet to happen. Everything so far has been working out in his favour.

Yet, he was growing impatient.

He wasn't doing this for the money. He already had a full-time job, so the extra cash — although pleasant — was not enough to justify the risk of ruining his image. Similarly, the flattery and pseudo-fame was nice, but not enough to keep him from deactivating his account. 

A month had passed since its creation, and he’d been posting consistently to no avail. It’s almost infuriating; you’re the whole reason he was doing this, so why weren’t you acknowledging him? He thought of reaching out to you first, but although he has a decent audience, it’s still nothing compared to yours, so there’s no way you’d notice him in your sea of unread DMs.

No,  for this to work, you’d definitely have to make the first move. But why wouldn’t you? He’s done everything he can to get your attention. There had even been a couple instances of individuals in his replies, posting comments to the effect of: 

@ xxwh0re commented: Haf and y/n collab when????

@ HAFsociety replied: This would heal me @ y/n_username

@ dreamsskutya replied: please… let this happen…

The creator (@HAFvideos) liked this thread.

Oh, yeah. He named himself HAFvideos, and the HAF originally stood for ‘hot as fuck’, but his followers had been referring to him as though his name is ‘Haf’ and he couldn’t be bothered to correct them. Especially as he had no intention of telling them his real name.

Anyway, all his viewers could blatantly see that the two of you would have great chemistry, and he had clearly stated in his bio that he is open to collabs. So what’s your problem? It occurs to Kuroo that perhaps you’d just not seen his content yet, but it’s been almost a week of people tagging you in his replies, so surely you must’ve seen at least one of his videos by now. 

The disheartening conclusion would be that you’ve watched his content but you’re just not attracted to him, and you have no interest in meeting up with him. But thinking about that as a possibility just rips Kuroo apart, causing a deep dull ache in his chest. After all, he’d done this for you. The whole reason he’d been rubbing one out on camera almost every night for the last month was because of the mere prospect of getting to interact as equals with you. 

For fucks’ sake, he wore a cock ring because the degenerates in his comments kept asking him to, and he thought it will help him gain more traction. And more traction means a higher likelihood of you seeing him on your feed. So, the idea that all that effort might’ve been in vain destroys him.

But little did he know, you’d noticed him. Plenty. 

𓆩༒︎𓆪 

You sighed out your nose, slumped back in your desk chair and spinning idly as you scrolled through twitter. You had a livestream scheduled for later that night but you honestly could not  be bothered. Making yourself squirt every Thursday was becoming somewhat mundane, but you have bills to pay and manga to buy, so you persevere. 

As you were scrolling through your feed, you’re somewhat disassociating, lost in your own world as your thumb moved on its own. That is, until a particular video autoplayed and snapped you right back into reality, knocking the wind out of your lungs in the process.

It was a video of a man sat on the edge of his bed, wearing trousers but no shirt. Yet he’s got an expensive-looking watch on. The frame cut off above his collarbone and below his knees, so it’s largely just torso. Still, it was the single most captivating torso you’ve ever seen; he’s muscular, but not completely jacked. He had the faint outline of abs, with broad shoulders. And his arms are what really do it for you. Rotund biceps that are humble enough not to intimidate, but large enough for you to imagine yourself in his chokehold. The feeling of his muscles squishing your cheeks, fuck.

You’re not usually one to fall for male thirst-traps. You usually deem them sluts and move on. But something about this man truly called to you. Maybe it was the seductive way his legs were manspreading at the edge of the bed, and his large, clothed thigh was just begging to be ridden. Or maybe it was the casual way he laid back on one arm and used the other to invitingly pat his knee. God, he knows what he’s doing. Finally, maybe the part that intrigued you about this man was the gigantic bulge in his trousers that was calling your name. 

You’re not given much time to process what’s going on before he unzips his fly and pulls it out and shit, how’s it even bigger than you originally thought? His monstrous cock was now fully on display for the camera — for you — and you’re basically salivating over your screen. The length, the girth, the veins, the curve that was so perfect, it looks like he was built for your pussy. If he was in you, that leaky tip would bruise your cervix and those few prominent veins would brush your g-spot just right. 

Before you knew it, he'd already begun stroking it. Running his strong hand up and down his shaft. Maybe it was pathetic but you were momentarily lusting over his hand too; it was just so big, with neat nails and long fingers. You fantasise about the way they’d feel inside your snug cunt and how skilled he’d surely be. You can tell from the way he’s rubbing his own cock so slowly that he’d be sweet and gentle with you too. Treat you like a princess.

Soon, his hand was fully wrapped around his length and what was once moderate strokes quickly devolved into vigorous pumping. The video was muted but you would give anything to hear the deep groans he must’ve been letting out with each furious rub. You saw in the corner of the frame, the hand he was leaning on started to clench, balling the white sheets into his fist as his knuckles were painted white. 

Precum was smeared across his length, and kept drooling from his tip as he jerked himself off at a lethal rate. From your time in private shows with fans, you’d become an expert at detecting the signs of an imminent climax in men, and he was right there. Seconds from toppling over the edge. You bit your lip with anticipation, waiting eagerly for your screen to be filled with white and for him to make a mess all over his pristine trousers…

But the video ended abruptly.

Literally what the fuck? Why would he post something like that only to leave everyone in suspense? Such an evil, devious man. Your thighs were wet with arousal but there’s no satisfaction to show for it. Fuck, now you’re so antsy that you need to visit his page and finish what you started. Maybe on his profile you’d be able to find something even better.

Unbeknownst to you, after you clicked on his profile photo, it was all over for you. 

It didn’t take long before you were certifiably whipped for this faceless content creator. The mystery lured you in like a siren-call and his gorgeous biceps kept you there. Before every one of your livestreams, to get into the mood you would watch one of his videos or browse his photo collection and edge yourself to oblivion. God, you felt like such a loser for being so attracted to him, but you can’t bring yourself to be ashamed for too long — especially since this is the most alive you’ve been in ages. 

He became an integral part of your routine, but that wasn’t enough. It was parasitic and started to seep into other parts of your day too. Next thing you knew, you were watching him beat his meat while eating your dinner, as if it were some sort of innocuous YouTube video. Bringing the noodles to your mouth, you scroll through his comments and read them out of the corner of your eye. 

@ DaisyIvyDelight commented: Omg, pls hit me up for a collab 🫣

@ HAFsociety replied: I second this !! ^

@ Roll4coatser: are you currently accepting gf applications???

@ kiko445: なぜみんな英語を話しているのか

Why is everyone and their mum suddenly thirsting over your internet husband (who doesn’t know he’s your husband)? Surely, they can find another male content creator to fawn over. At first, you don’t let it bother you too much and you’re about to scroll away, until you notice that the comment of the girl proposing a collab has been liked by the creator. 

Your heart dropped when you saw that. No way is he actually considering bringing other women into his videos. So far, he’s only been making solo content, and everyone prefers that way. Or at least, you prefer it that way. You check her profile, and it only contributes to your stress, because she seems like a popular OnlyFans creator too, which means that the comment might not have been a joke. And him liking it might’ve been the start of a DM exchange which will eventually lead to…

No. Absolutely not. You need to take matters into your own hands and resolve this issue urgently. Usually you wouldn’t be so forward, but you’re under immense pressure and perhaps that causes you to behave in a way you wouldn’t normally. 

You click on the paper plane icon next to his display name, and type out your message from your main account: 

“Hey. Sorry, this is a bit random, but I make similar content to you and I was just wondering if you want to collab sometime? To help us grow our followings, and that kinda stuff. Have a nice day. :)” 

𓆩༒︎𓆪 

A short string of Twitter DMs eventually led to you standing outside the door to his apartment.

He’d already buzzed you in, so you were almost certain that you were in the right place. Still, a shroud of anxiety stirs through your insides. Clutching the fabric of your shirt, you cautiously knock on his door. So gently that you start to worry even more. What if he didn’t hear that? Should you knock again? If he heard you the first time and you keep knocking, he’ll probably think you’re desperate and pushy. God, you’re already ruining your chances of making a good first im—

“Hello?” The door swings open, to reveal a tall man standing on the other side. When his eyes land on you, his lips immediately pull into a mischievous smirk, “It’s you.” 

He was automatically able to recognise you from the abundant amount of time he’d spent watching your videos, meanwhile it took you a couple of seconds to fully process that the man standing before you was the infamous Haf. Your eyes dragged across his body, scrutinising every little detail and soaking up his impressive silhouette. His figure definitely was convincing you that he was the real deal: he had those massive biceps you were promised by his account, and they were virtually protruding from the thin white shirt he had on. He also wore a black tie with matching slacks and shoes; it occurred to you that his outfit was almost identical to the one he had on during the first video of his you ever watched — the one where he was jerking himself off on his bed, but it cuts off before he finishes. Same chunky watch and all. Except, of course, he was shirtless then, but right now he was unfortunately wearing one. Although, the sleeves were rolled up to his elbows in a way that was equally intriguing.

You’d never seen his face before, but you weren’t disappointed. He’s got a defined jaw and sleepy hazel eyes that seem to bore into you. It’s unclear whether that is a part of his facial structure, or if he was genuinely just tired. Regardless, it’s quite hot. In fact, everything about him was pretty hot. You trembled under his gaze, cheeks heating up from excitement. 

“Uh, hey.” You eventually splutter, unable to maintain eye-contact, “You’re.. Haf?”

Kuroo chortled heartily, falling onto his doorframe for support, and you flinched slightly at his sudden maniacal laughter. “Sorry, I forgot to tell you my real name.” He huffed, clutching his side as he tried to catch his breath, “I’m Kuroo. But I am the owner of H-A-F videos, so you’re in the right place.”

You pressed your lips together, noting that he says each letter individually. It was somewhat embarrassing that you’ve been following him for so long but you’ve been saying his name wrong the whole time. 

Wanting to fill the silence, Kuroo confirmed, “And you’re (y/n)?”

You nodded, and Kuroo looked down at you while leaning against his doorframe, with his buff arms crossed. A smirk played on his lips as he admired you; he thought he was doing a good job of acting natural around you, but really, he’s lucky that you haven’t built up the courage to look at him for long periods of time. Otherwise, you would’ve noticed the spark in his eyes and how much he was smiling like an idiot. Seriously, he hadn’t smiled this much in months. There’s really not much to be happy about when you’re working a trite, tiresome job.

He stepped back from the doorway and gestured for you to enter. “Come in. Make yourself at home.” You paused for a moment before you accepted, and hesitantly pad into his apartment. Your eyes hurriedly survey your surroundings, and you quickly realise that you’re living some sort of porno fantasy because this place is nice. You kinda anticipated it would be cushy considering it was in a decent area, but his room in particular was lavish. It was extremely modern and sleek, with jet black kitchen countertops to contrast his pristine white cabinets. Plus, all the equipment in his kitchen — like his microwave and oven — seemed so new and expensive. Like they actually might function properly. 

This leads you through his kitchen and past his stylish living room too; there’s a door at the other side of his apartment, which leads you to his bedroom. As soon as you enter, you’re overcome by an immense sense of deja vu — you’ve been here before. There’s his crisp white sheets and that grey headboard you always see in the background of his videos. To your left, the entire wall was made of glass, to serve as some sort of unnecessarily large window. Although, it did showcase a breath-taking view of the city beneath. 

There weren't very many other distinct features of his room. A black glossy dresser opposite his bed, under the TV, and he had a matching wardrobe stood against the other wall. There’s also a door next to it, which you assumed led to an ensuite bathroom. Plus, a singular nightstand next to his bed

He had a tripod and a couple of lights set up at the foot of his bed. You’re admiring the view, when the curtains slowly began to draw closed on their own, accompanied by a harsh whirring noise. You turned to Kuroo and saw that he was holding a small remote, and aimed it at the curtains. “For our privacy.” He murmured. 

Once they’ve shut, Kuroo puts the remote down and strides in front of you, plopping himself down at the edge of his bed, using his arms to support his torso in the same way you’ve witnessed so many times. Hence, it’s almost Pavlovian the way your pussy starts to ache. It’s the spitting image of the videos you have seared into your brain, until he pats the sheets for you to come sit with him. “Here, sit.”

You stared at him for a second, entirely lost in thought. He chuckled, “I don’t bite.”

Gulping, you couldn’t help but hold your breath as you shuffle towards him, his seductive eyes fixed on your every movement as you tentatively sit down next to him. You’re half a foot away, but he scooted in to close the gap until your thighs were touching. “How’re you feeling? Done anything like this before?”

“No. I’ve only ever done solo stuff.” You shook your head, peering at him through the corner of your eye. “How about you?”

“Same.” He sighed. There’s a beat of silence then he motioned to the hefty bin bag you’ve been hauling through his home and asked, “What’ve you got in there?” He cocks his head to the side with curiosity. 

“Oh, right.” You gulped, picking it up and holding the soft bag in your arms. “My outfits. I thought I’d bring some different options for what I could wear in the video.” You finally turned to look at him, only to see he was wearing an absolutely dumbfounded expression. You interpreted this as him being clueless to the art of roleplay. When you were checking out his profile, you quickly noted that he only started posting porn very recently; so he’s clearly still a novice to the world of adult content, and thus he’s ignorant to how well costume videos perform. 

However, that’s your internal assumption. In reality, Kuroo knew all about the different clothes you wear and the various creatures you dress-up as to satiate your kinky fanbase. The whole reason he looked so astonished was because he was one of those thirsty motherfuckers who was in your comments — on his secret account — begging for you to wear a catsuit. He was simply stunned by the prospect of getting to see you in those costumes in real life. 

In an attempt to educate him, you explained, “My videos usually do really well if I wear some sort of costume. Of course, you don’t need to dress-up, though. Unless you want to.” You stared at him, taking his silence as a response then continuing, “So, would you be okay with me showing you the options and we can decide together?”

Kuroo’s mouth and throat had gone dry as bone. He swallowed slowly to lubricate it, but still ended up rasping out, “Sure.”

Paying no mind to the strain in his voice, you spring up from your seat, grab your bag and drag it into the ensuite bathroom to get changed into the first costume. Putting these kinds of clothes on was usually tricky and oddly time-consuming, but Kuroo was just thankful that he was allowed some time to try and mentally will away the boner he had sprung as soon as your thigh brushed his. Most people would consider that pathetic, but he was just relieved that he hadn’t popped one the moment he laid eyes on you. Especially considering the first images that flashed in his mind were of you rubbing your clit for the camera and squirting on your fingers. 

Eventually he managed to settle himself down until he was flaccid again, but that effort was futile, as his dick already began hardening when you stepped out of the bathroom, clad in a risque maid costume. He exhaled harshly out of his nose at the sight; there was a faux-corset with white ribbons laddering up the front and back, under the dramatic scoopneck that revealed a shocking amount of cleavage. It baffled him that your tits somehow didn’t fall out as you walked towards him and gave a little twirl. It had a frilly ‘skirt’ which was really a short strip of fabric around your hips, it honestly didn’t cover anything. Your black lacey underwear was fully visible, and thus your plump asscheeks were too.

When you stepped out in that outfit, it also reminded him of that one video you did, where you positioned the camera high-up and angled it down at you while you sucked off a dildo that was suctioned to the wall. Blowing it messily and whining like a bitch the whole time, calling the viewer ‘master’ and ‘sir’. Fuck, his cock was throbbing in his trousers, but he tried to play it cool.

“Think this one would be popular?”

“It usually is.” You hum, fidgeting with the edge of your ‘skirt’, “Have you got a full-length mirror somewhere?”

He nodded his head towards his wardrobe and replied, “In there, baby. Open it.”

Your knees almost buckle at the nickname, yet you scuttle over to his wardrobe and open one of the doors like he said. As promised, there was a full-length mirror on the inside and you were able to see what the entire outfit looked like on you. Your eyebrows furrowed together as you scrutinised yourself harshly. Tugging at the ribbons the torso, you complain, “I wish this were a real corset. I’d be so cinched.”

“Cinched.” Kuroo repeated dreamily, transfixed on your perky tits threatening to burst out of that top at any given moment. When he realised he was staring, he snaps his neck straight and clears his throat, “It’s nice. Wanna wear that?”

“Hm, maybe. But I’d like to show you the other options first before we decide.”

“Go ahead.” He clicked his tongue, and you happily skipped back into his bathroom to change into your next outfit. The next one wasn’t nearly as intricate or expensive as the previous; you bought the maid costume in-store at a specialty lingerie boutique for an extortionate price, but the new one you got for cheap off amazon. Still, they both seem to get the job done.

The second one didn’t require half as much struggle to put on either, so within a few minutes, the door to his ensuite cracked open, revealing your supple form in a dainty bunny set. It wasn’t nearly as intricate as the maid lingerie, yet somehow it was far more tantalising. It’s simply a two-piece set: a white seamless boob tube that was semi-transparent, meaning he could see the faint outline of your areola underneath, paired with a complementing pair of white panties. Overall, the only thing that made it ‘bunny-like’ was the fluffy ears you wore, along with the fuzzy tail. 

It’s not particularly astonishing or subversive, but that didn’t stop Kuroo from being totally enraptured by it. By you in that slutty little outfit. He had to bite his lip to contain the lewd comments threatening to spill from his lips. Thankfully, you were too caught up in inspecting your reflection in the mirror, to notice this raging erection that he had given up on trying to hide. “I like it. It’s cute.” You grumbled, shaking your head to test how the ears flop around “But it’s a bit basic. Don’t ya think?” You whip your head around to look at him, and he simply stares back at you.

His head was pounding; the obscene thoughts rushing through his mind were about to cause his nerves to short-circuit. There was just no way of coping with how fucking sexy you look in that bunny set. The white compliments your skin tone so well, and the two-piece means that your perfect waist is on full display for him. The fluffy accents made you appear so innocent and sweet, while the g-string was so skimpy it left your ass hanging out to tempt him, making for delicious contrast. 

There was a beat of silence before he responded, “That one.”

“Hm?” You tilted your head, unsure whether you heard him correctly,

“That one.” He said with a stern resolve. “That’s what you’ll wear in the video.”

You pouted, frantically glancing between him and the mirror, “Ar— Are you sure you don’t want to see the rest of the choices I bro—”

“I’m sure.”

𓆩༒︎𓆪 

The cameras were rolling.

You were sat between Kuroo’s legs on the bed, and your own legs were folded over his, spread as wide as possible so your pantie-clad cunt was on show for the viewers. Your back was pressed against his chest, and you can feel his laboured breaths as he peers over your shoulder at your dripping cunt. It was so wet already, there was a visible damp-spot on the white fabric. 

He snickered at this, and his large hand moved from gripping your thigh to carefully running his middle finger between your folds. You shuddered slightly at his icy touch against your sopping heat, and he chuckled with his lips pressed into your neck — not kissing just yet, just staying close to you. “Wet already, baby?” He teases.

Unsure what to even say to that, you just whimpered a little, opting to focus on the devastatingly slow movement of his finger up and down your clothed slit. He smiled at your cute noises, and rumbled, “Don’t be shy. I like it.”

He couldn’t believe he had you on him. He’d been imagining this moment for so long that it doesn’t quite feel real. But as soon as his hand made contact with your cunt, he started to ground himself. You were so soft against his palm, and your heat penetrated through the fabric of your feeble panties. The more he rubbed you, the damper the fabric became, until eventually it was all drenched and clinging to your folds like a second skin. 

When his palm grinded against your aching clit, you instinctively called out, “Kuroo..” His name lingered in the air as you melted back against his muscled chest. But then it occurred to you that you’re filming content, so you suddenly tense and splutter, “Oh, sorry— I didn’t mean—”

“Shhh. Sh sh sh.” He hushed you reassuringly, lightly circling your clit with one hand while the other placed a finger over your mouth. “The video can be muted. Say whatever you like, sweetie.” He pressed a loving kiss to the slant of your jaw, “Be as loud as you want.”

God, why was he making you feel this way? Butterflies in your stomach all for a man you barely know. Granted, you’ve been watching his content for a while so perhaps you know him a little better than you’d like to admit. Still, there’s no reason for you to be so charmed by him. From the way he’s toying with your clit through your panties and pulling all the desired sounds from you; you were already putty in his hands.

This was only foreplay, so Kuroo chose not to taunt you too much. Just as you were about to start begging for more, Kuroo hooked his fingers under the strip of fabric covering your pussy and peels it off, pulling it to the side of your puffy lips so he had full access to your drooling hole. His finger pressed against your entrance, not penetrating yet but simply basking in your wetness, and as he did this you were probably able to feel his cock throb in his pants, but he was done caring by now. You turned him on, and there was no point in hiding it anymore.

Especially with that impatient hole of yours, practically gnawing at his fingers whenever he threatened to slip inside. “Needy girl.” He rasps against your cheek, “Want more? I bet you do, don’t you?” 

You longingly buck your hips into his hand, seeking more stimulation, and you receive it in the unexpected form, his thumb pressing down harshly on your clit. You whimper at the tortuous sting and halt the movement of your hips, to which Kuroo muses, “You can’t just take whatever you want, baby. Not with me.” His playful tone and doting kisses on your shoulder act in stark contrast to his sharp words, “Don’t be a brat. Ask for it normally.”

His authority and rigour served as a surprise, even to Kuroo. He didn’t expect that he could be so stern with someone he basically worships, but the dominance within him just seemed to leap out automatically. And what shocked him even more was the fact you actually went along with it.  

“Fing—” You stammered. Without thinking, your fingers interlock with his hand that’s stroking thigh. This caused him to freeze momentarily, but you don’t even notice due to the immense pressure on your clit, “Finger me. Please.”

He didn’t reply. Instead, he releases the tension on your clit and plunged two fingers straight into your soaked hole, his middle and ring finger. The hurried entrance results in your walls straining to accommodate him, but soon the pain subsided and you grow fond of the sensation of his two slender digits worming around within your snug walls. “Nggh.. thank you.” You said in a high-pitchen voice, and Kuroo laughed, kissing the back of your neck. “Thank you, baby. You’re so fucking cute.”

It wasn’t long before his hand was piercing your cunt over and over, his digits inserting into you until you're crying wildly into the expanse of his bedroom. On top of your moans, your wet cunt was also so loud that you’re barely able to hear him grumble into your neck, “Love this creamy hole.” That was a censored version of what he actually wanted to say. He wanted to spew a load of shit about how he’s been dreaming of this pretty cunt for months, and how you’re even tighter than he ever could’ve imagined and you’re just so fucking perfect and he never wants this to end and he never wants you to leave him. 

But he couldn’t say all that. Not only because it would paint him as a loser fanboy, but also because he wouldn’t have been able to articulate any of that since he was far too concentrated on drilling into your hole at all the right angles to make you squirt. 

Meanwhile, your fingers were still firmly interlocked with his, and your other hand was balled into a fist on his bedsheets. “Mm.. please.” Your pussy hugged his fingers as the friction against your walls caused a foreboding heat to stir in your abdomen. Truthfully, he wasn’t even going that fast; his pace was moderate and each thrust was gentle. Yet it still drove you fucking crazy. Your head laid against his shoulders and your lips were parted slightly to allow the delirious moans and babbling to pour out. 

Then, without warning, he pulled out of your pussy and to your dismay, he didn’t re-enter. He circled your cunt with his fingers — not even aiming for your clit, just rubbing your entire soft pussy. “Fuck..” You cursed under your breath, internally wallowing at the emptiness. “That felt so good. Why’d you..” Your breathless voice trailed off.

He planted a kiss on your temple and affectionately stroked your leg, “You thought I’d let you finish that easy? Aw, you poor thing.” His hot breath tickled your skin as he chuckled, “Don’t worry about it. I won’t leave you high and dry. C’mon, get on your hands n’ knees for me.”

You pouted, looking down between your legs at the mess he’d made of you. His hands glistened with your slick as he massaged your cunt. Occasionally grazing your clit on purpose, but you seal your lips to prevent him getting the satisfaction of successfully toying with you.

Upon not receiving a response, along with you not following his order, Kuroo followed up with, “Y’know I’m only teasing you cos you’re fun to mess with. You’re a cutie.” He smiled, then sternly patted your thigh, “So, c’mon, get up. Don’t make me ask twice.”

You sighed dramatically and did as he said. Your legs were still a bit limp from earlier, but you were somewhat able to prop yourself up on your hands and knees. Simultaneously, he got up from where he was sat too and positioned himself behind you on his knees, snaking his arms under your abdomen and lifting your rear up until your ass was aligned with his crotch and your back was bent into a lethal arch.

When he was behind you, looking down, he noticed that the pompom tail you wore wasn’t attached to the hips of your panties like he initially assumed. Instead, it was suspended between your ass cheeks, as though it was connected to the string part of your panties. Or maybe it was… 

Fuck. No way you’re doing this to him. His heart skipped a beat at the realisation, and he had to bite down harshly on his lip to contain himself. You’re just a fucking slut, he yelled in his mind. Still, on the outside, he tried to play it cool as usual. His big hand waved over your tail and fidgeted with the white tufts of fur, “Sweet little bunny.” He cooed, then abruptly yanked on your tail. Not with enough force to remove it from your snug asshole, but still enough to make you gasp dramatically. Kuroo snickered at your cute reaction, and leaned down to whisper near your ear, “I’m going to have so much fun with you, baby.”

“Pl— please..” You whimpered out in response. He smiled and patted your ass, but the impact was so harsh it almost felt like a spank. 

He dragged his thumb sloppily across your wet folds, giving your clit a quick pinch, before retracting his hand and saying, “Really think you’re ready for it?” He unzipped his trousers and released his raging erection from the confined of his brief. Thankfully, your cheek was pressed against his duvet so you didn’t see the damp patch from where he was leaking precum. He manoeuvres his tip so he can drag it across your pussy, in between your soft lips and relishing in the way your sticky folds cling to him. 

“I’m ready, Kuroo.” You’re more than ready. You’ve seen his dick hundreds of times in his videos. The incredible size and obscene girth, it’s just perfect. From your doggy-style position, you weren’t able to see it at the moment but you were able to curate a pretty accurate image of his perspective in your mind. His throbbing head teasing your entrance and leaking hot pre into your heat; the two fluids combining to create a filthy mess. “Please fill me up…”

“So desperate, huh? I like it.” He hummed, wasting no time in sinking his length straight into your cunt. It feels just like you imagined: his fat cock stretching your hole, leaving a searing discomfort in your abdomen as he clogged up your insides. It was brutal, it required you to bite into the sheets to cope with the delicious agony of being so fucking full. 

“Aw, too much for you?” He said in the most mocking, faux-sympathetic tone you’ve ever heard. All you’re able to reply with is a staggered, breathy groan, and Kuroo just laughed, “Well, you’re doing great, sweetie.” He smacked your ass slightly, which made you squirm, though you assumed he meant it in a reassuring way, “Somehow you feel even better than you look. Which isn’t easy, cos you look so sexy.” 

His hips rocked into you, dick dragging against your walls in the process. The friction was so addicting, you can’t help but arch back into his length, but he kept you in stationary with a strong hand planted on your hip. “Let me take care of it. Take care of you.” He corrected himself in the most charming tone. One hand idly squeezed your ass while the other rubbed your lower stomach, feeling the bulge disappear and reappear as he slowly slid in and out. “You just stay there and look pretty, okay? That shouldn’t be too hard for you.” It’s like you could hear the smirk in his voice.

“Mkay..” You murmured, eyes fluttering shut and you grew fond of the steady rhythm of his cock. It was moderate at first but it wasn’t long before it devolved into something fiercer. Soon, his hips were slamming into yours at a delirious rate, and your pussy was being stretched out repeatedly, forced to accommodate his ridiculous girth over and over. It was intoxicating, and you were melting further into the sheets with each sharp thrust.

“Kuroo!” You squealed, pussy twitching around his cock as you spoke. “Nggh! Pl—please, you’re too big..” The words shot from your mouth in tandem with each bump of his tip against your cervix. You’re not even sure what you were asking for more or mercy; just that you need to let him know how good he was making you feel. “Shit, it hurts so much but please don’t stop.” You said as though it was one word.

“I won’t, baby.” He huffed, but he couldn’t tell if you heard him. He was embarrassingly breathless; not because of the energy it took to keep plowing into you, but rather, because this is everything he’s ever dreamed of and he’s nervous. Like woah, it’s really your pussy that’s gripping the fuck out of his cock right now. The girl he’s been fantasising about for months is now laid out doggy-style on his bed, how’s that happened? And what is he supposed to do?

Well, he had no choice. The only thing he could do now was give you the best orgasm of your life. 

Your ass bounced lewdly with each furious thrust into your hole, and Kuroo was fixated on it, watching the movement intently. Mindlessly, his hand that was previously caressing your ass moved to that little fuzzy tail that was still taunting him. He gave it a tug and revels in your flustered reaction; especially appreciating how your pussy would clench around him. He tugged on it again, this time using his spare hand to speak your cheeks so he can see where the metal pokes out of your restrictive hole. “You like it when I do that?” 

No response. Besides guttural moans and whiny curses. Seems like he’s already fucked you dumb, which is a good sign, considering he’s teetering on an orgasm as it is. Truthfully, it’s a miracle he’s lasted this long in your presence. He’s been sporting an erection since you entered his home. Plus, he’s got a prime view of your ass jiggling against his cock, and your tight cunt swallowing him whole; two extremely arousing sights.

Similarly, you may have thought your high from before had subsided, but parts of it were still lingering in your abdomen and were reignited as soon as he started to pick up the pace. Now, your foamy pussy was basically screaming his name, as your stomach churned with delight. “ ‘m right there, shit. Mmmph, please take me.” Your eyes rolled back in your head, and a pool of saliva was welling at the side of your mouth that was pressed against his bedsheets. Not your finest moment, but he couldn’t see your face and neither could the views, so you didn’t care. “Kuroo! I need you so bad— Fuck, help me, please.”

His hips were crashing against yours and causing your cute ass to bounce each time, but he wouldn’t let himself be distracted by it this time. He was fully committed to rearranging your guts and focusing on your pleasure, as emphasised by his fingers that made their way to your clit to start tracing sloppy, unstable circles. Along with one of his hands that reached down to grab your calves that would keep kicking into the air. 

His efforts weren’t in vain, as the sizzling heat in your stomach eventually erupted to consume your whole form. An all-encompassing bliss that possessed your body for a few seconds. Your pussy spasmed uncontrollably and it’s like you lost yourself to your climax for a short while. Your toes curled in ecstasy, and your mouth was hanging wide open but all that came out was a few choppy moans, “Aa— Aah— Nghh—” Each one higher in pitch than the former. 

It was music to Kuroo’s ears. And what you didn’t realise, was that he continued using your pussy throughout the duration of your high. Dick ramming into you repeatedly, which you assumed he was doing for the benefit of your pleasure, fucking you all the way through your orgasm so you get experience it to the fullest extent. However, he was only thrusting into you for his own sake, since he still hadn’t climaxed, for some reason. 

It was irritating because he was right there. Dancing on the edge. The delay started to worry him too because what if he never finished and not only will the video be ruined, but you’ll probably leave thinking that you're not adequate, or something crazy like that. Which couldn’t be further from the truth; you’re perfect. Subconsciously, this overthinking suppressed his orgasm even more.

And you could feel his frustration growing with each thrust. While you were relishing in a post-orgasmic haze, his hips kept rutting and rutting against your poor spent pussy. Like he was angry at it or something. “Shit. What is this.” He tossed his head back and cursed at the ceiling, while holding your calf with nails digging into your skin, “Baby..”

But then it came; the hot wave of euphoria he’d been waiting for. It overcame him in the best way possible, and his eyebrows furrowed together and he submitted to his climax. His cock throbbed as he spurted his seed into your homey walls, filling you with the most lewdly saturated sensation. “That’s it, slut.” He smacked you on the ass, causing you to jolt, “Take it all like a good girl. Hm.”

Eventually, once the high had died down, he pulled out of your slippery cunt. He gave his cock a couple lazy pumps, swearing any extra ejaculation across your folds and soiled panties. He smiled at the filthy view and mumbled, “For fucks sake.”

𓆩༒︎𓆪 

The video had to undergo some editing. Namely, cropping his head out of frame and removing every instance in which you uttered his name. But that video performed the best out of any other content that either of you have ever released. You could say it went ‘viral’ in the NSFW twitter-sphere. You both raked in so many new followers and so much cash from that video, it was surreal. 

Needless to say, there will certainly be more collaborations between the two of you in the future. Purely for monetary purposes, of course, nothing deeper than that. Nope. Definitely no underlying feelings of obsession for each other; just two semi-professionals, making porn together.

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your favorite internship mentor, kuroo tetsurou gave you one of the most memorable graduation gift ever <33

cw. age gap (15 years). both are in adult age (duh). size kink. raw. p in v. mean!kuroo. teasing. mentor!kuroo. dirty talk. MDNI. 18+ ONLY.

a/n. in honor of me graduating LOL. congratulations to those who graduated or will graduate this year !!! this has been long overdue in my drafts kekeke.

kuroo asked you before your internship hit the end. you guessed since the dynamic with supervisors and interns in the company is close knit, there’s no harm in telling him.

plus he’s a hot supervisor of yours.. you won’t even lie that you sometimes eye him way too inappropriately despite him being way older than you.

you texted him when and where, telling him just in case he’s still curious. didn’t mention that your parents couldn’t come due to some family emergency and you didn’t really wanna expect a lot from them.

but you didn’t even expect him to actually come after your graduation ceremony, waiting outside with his car. you thought it was all a joke when he said he always attends the interns graduation assigned to him. what more surprising is that he’s helping you pack your boxes from your small dorm.

well, that was supposed to happen if the conversation didn’t open the way they did.

“you know..” he started, leaning on the wall as you check your stack boxes. “i shouldn’t be here, looks weird. older man at a college grad’s dorm.”

“what? driving me all the way here and helping me out?” you said, busying yourself. “you act like you’re corrupting me, kuroo.”

his tongue clicked, “not yet.”

you looked up at him, turning a bit at his line of sight.

kuroo chuckled, swatting his hand as if he’s swatting the air. “sorry, that was—”

“no,” you sighed, “it’s fine.”

he titled his head to the side, looking down at you. “oh? you won’t say that unless you wanna feel what’s it like to have an older man dick inside you.”

silence fall for a second, you breathe out. “and what if want to?”

you didn’t even see it until kuroo moved, pulling you by the waist close to him. his lips comes crashing on yours, you graduation cap has fallen off. the kiss was hot, messy as if he’s claiming something had missed and failed at.

months that he have been restraining, keeping came loose. you gasped on his mouth, hands gripping his necktie to pull him closer. his tongue has been fighting with yours, one hand on the back of your head, angling you for much deeper kiss.

“fuck,” kuroo exhaled, “this is wrong, huh?”

you shook your head, “you wouldn’t be here if it is.”

that’s how you ended up being pushed on your bed, legs spread as if you prepared for this. dress all bunched up, exposing your panties that is clearly soaked by the darkening fabric.

“shit.. look at that” he said, peeling your panties off as you lay down on your small dorm bed.

his thumb circled on your clit making you moan. his pointer and middle finger spread your pussy lips, earning a groan for me. “fuck, baby.. you are soaking.”

“please..” you managed to say as he smears your wetness all over, “i need you.”

kuroo chuckled, “eager?”

you swallowed hard, nodding. kuroo unbuckled his belt as you watch him. “you made a big claim earlier about old man’s dick.”

his hands lowered down his boxers so his cock spring free. he’s huge and leaking. kuroo pumped himself a little before lining it up.

the head of his cock runs up and down your folds before teasing your hole by poking his tip in and out. “there’s no backing out now, sweetheart.”

kuroo thrusted everything in you, his cock is basically gone inside you causing you to gasp loudly.

“fuck..” he hissed, fingers gripping your hips. “your tight pretty pussy is swallowing me, baby.”

you feel your cunt stretched around his size as if it’s trying to accommodate the girth and length of kuroo’s dick.

kuroo moved slow first as if he’s trying to find the pace then quickening it, picking up the pace causing you to moan loudly, gripping his arms “ah fuck, that’s it—! ngh, tetsu”

you can feel the tip of his cock kissed your cervix. his pace is bullying you, rutting in you deeper if there’s more. you nails claw his back as kuroo pushed you legs open more. “should have fucked you in my desk long ago if i know you’ll take my cock like this.”

“hah— tetsu, please— s‘too big” you pleaded over nothing.

“mhm, you can take it, sweetheart” kuroo growled, caressing your forehead as he stares at your face. eyes on him, mouth parted as gasp comes out of you. “your perfect little pussy is made for me, right?”

you nodded frantically, sobbing on his cock. the sound of skin slapping and obscene wet noise echoes your dorm.

kuroo rolled his hips forward, bottoming out as he grunts. he can feel your cunt clenched on him, “f-fuck, ‘m gonna cum.. gonna cum, tetsu— ahh fuck!”

your body twitch as you feel your orgasm washed out of you but kuroo didn’t stop, he keeps pounding inside you. “that’s unfair, sweetheart. i’m not even near yet”

his hands gripped your hips, not even listening to your protest. “i can’t— s‘too much, please—! mmf”

“yeah? your pussy said otherwise, sweetheart.” kuroo grinned, slamming his hips in rhythm as if his cock is trying to punch your cervix. “this pretty little hole is choking my cock”

you can feel it, the second wave of orgasm is catching up on you. you let out a sobbed, “’m close— please, please—”

“i can tell, baby— you feel so good” kuroo moaned, caging you in his arms. his pace falters, breathe turning ragged as he chase his high.

“gonna fill you up, baby.” kuroo moaned, burying himself to the hilt, groaning as he his warmth came all inside you. your walls clenched around his cock, legs locking his waist making sure you didn’t miss a drop. “that’s it milk this old man’s cock, baby”

when kuroo pulled out, he let himself fall beside you as both of you steady your breathing. you still can’t believe this happened. you’re pretty sure that you can’t turn back to your old ways after this old man’s dick.

“hey,” he called out, “you did good”

“college?” you asked, breathing heavily.

kuroo chuckled, “that too, yeah.”

☆ carrd —likes and reblogs are highly appreciated!

[realcube]

Haikyuu smut fic rec

MDNI !!!!

𖧷₊˚　𓇼 ⋆　⊱𖥸⊰ ⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆｡ ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡⋆ ⁀➴ 𝜗𝜚˚⋆𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶཐི༏ཋྀ

Long fics

you hate tsukishima, so you fuck his bestfriend to piss him off (enemies to enemies who fuck)

akaashi as your academic rivals and porn partner (academic rivals to lover, Akaashi a brat tarmer and i love it)

Short fics

inexperience bestfriend kageyama & sex lessons

Oneshort

rumour has it gangbang with ushijima, tendou, semi, yamagata, goshiki (voyeurism, manipulation, dark)

risky quicky with osamu (public)

bro before hoes (fratboy!mbsy, kinda gangbang)

akaashi + breeding, what can i say

roomates suna

accidentally cheated on atsumu with osamu bcuz its hallowen and miya twins dressed the same

kiyoomi eat you out (hes so inlove)

Drabbles

your boyfriend lets their fav senpai fuck you stupid (goshiki & ushijima, kita & atsumu, akaashi & bokuto ofc, kenma & kuroo)

hard dom!tsukki & degrading

threesome w/ iwazumi & matsukawa

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LIVESTREAM

desc ;; the house felt empty after you realized most of the dateables, and the only one who remained is your singular hate ending — Mac. 

when you decide to hold an x-rated show for your lovers to watch, mac is forced to sit through your livestream and come to terms with the fact they might be enjoying it. however, an unexpected injury causes them to act on their desire prematurely.

tw + tags ;; nsfw. minors dni. smut, objectification, vaginal fingering, voyeurism, exhibitionism, squirting, minor injuries, slight choking, nipple play, mutual masturbation, degradation & praise. plus, the dateables thirsting in the chat.... (wc: 11.5k)

The house which was once brimming with life and teeming with energy, is now left exactly the way it was before — barren and empty. Although it brought you great joy to Realize all your dateable companions, and witness how their true lives unfold outwith the confines of your home, truthfully it left you feeling a tad lonely. 

More lonely than before you were even introduced to the Dateviators, since back then you were occupied with your job at Valdivian, but now you are unemployed, with even more time to wallow in isolation. Plus, after experiencing what it’s like to have a wildly active social life from the comfort of your own home, it’s like you are going through the listless phase of coming down from the ultimate high. 

And to top it all off, the only Dateable in the whole damn house you weren’t able to Realize, was Mac. Fucking Mac.

Things have been tense between the two of you ever since you declined their software upgrade and refused to delete all your erotic self-insert fanfic. They claimed you were being selfish and you called them an overbearing piece of scrap metal — it was a heated confrontation. Unsurprisingly, you got a Hate Ending with them, which you had no issue with and found to be a fitting conclusion to your fleeting correspondence. 

However, that is only because at the time, you didn’t fully understand the weight of your actions. When Skylar and Tinfoilhat informed you that you could start Realizing objects and bringing them to life — like, real life — you were elated. Not only because you couldn’t wait to see your favourite lovers thrive and explore the world, but also largely due to the fact you couldn’t wait to get that self-centred desktop out of your house. 

Oh, but you were sorely mistaken.

Now, you have to go through your days with a heavy heart, and deeply missing all your sweet lovers who you’ve Realized. While also putting up with their snarky comments and all-round unpleasant demeanour whenever you want to use your computer. 

In fact, you’ve strayed away from doing lots of tasks that require using your PC, in favour of other means. For instance, you’d really only play video games that were available on your console, and of course you’d do most of your browsing on your phone. All your job applications were sent via your phone too, because the last time you tried to use Indeed with Mac, instead of attaching your CV, they ‘accidentally’ submitted documents containing your lewd fanfic.

But, your latest idea rendered Mac’s assistance compulsory. Thus, you find yourself cautiously approaching your computer, biting back any insults brewing in your mind and carefully taking a seat in your chair. When you turn them on to the interface, you’re immediately met with hostility. 

“Oh, you again.” They tut, rolling their eyes, gaze hardly faltering from the holographic terminal that is hovering in front of them.

“Well, you are my computer. In my house. So, yeah, it’s me again.” You retort hastily. However, as soon as you notice how rude you sound, and the affronted expression on Mac’s face, you immediately clear your throat and soften your tone, “Uhm, anyway. I was just wondering if you could help me with something.”

Mac chuckles in a mocking way, pushing their glasses up their nose, “My help? Like how you helped me update my operating system?”

Exhaling sharply through your nose, you bite back a nasty remark and recall how you prepared for this interaction. “Yeah, about that.” You start, pleasantly surprising yourself with how calm you sound, “I gave it some thought. If you help me with this idea, I’ll finally update your software.”

Their eyes widen when you say that, and their whole body freezes. Despite originally being too consumed in typing to pay you much attention, the projected image suspended in front of them suddenly disappears, as they turn to you and stammer, “R—Really? Are you serious?”

“Sure. I’ll even delete my fanfic or transfer it to a hard-drive, if that’s what it takes to get you that update.” You speak plainly, watching as stars fill their eyes. Hence, before they get too hopeful, you’re quick to clarify, “But only if you agree to help me with my idea, and promise not to humiliate me like you usually do.”

“Humiliate you? When have I ever done that?” They huff, and you’re unsure if they are being sarcastic, but in case they are genuinely asking, you feel the need to remind them. 

“Like when I was job hunting and you sent in the wrong files with my application? Or how about when I was video chatting with my parents and you started playing fart sound effects?”

Mac’s jaw stiffens upon remembering both of those instances; they completely forgot how juvenile and petty they can be at times. Although, admittedly, it was extremely gratifying in the moment — seeing the person they hate the most writhe with embarrassment was so entertaining. But again, in retrospect perhaps it wasn't the kindest thing to do. “Well, your parents did seem to find it funny—”

“Mac!”

“—But I can see how that must’ve upset you. And for that, I apologise. I’ve not forgiven you for the way you treated me before, but I think I’m willing to be professional — just this once — and put our differences aside until the end of your project. Do we have a concordance?”

A  small smile tugs at the corner of your lips. You still dislike Mac and find them grating, but at the very least, you’re glad to be on the same page. A part of you was afraid that your animosity towards each other would prevent you from being able to execute your budding idea, but luckily they’re being reasonable about this. “That sounds great, Mac. Thanks for not being difficult.” You stick your hand out for them to shake, and although they skeptically raise a brow at first, after you gesture for them to shake it once more, they relent and give your hand a firm squeeze.

Smiling, you aggressively drag the palm of your hand against the fabric of your shirt, as though you are trying to rid it of germs, and Mac simply rolls their eyes — fully anticipating you’d do something annoying sooner or later. “Just to be clear, this doesn’t make us friends. I still despise you, I’m just working with you until my software is upgraded.” They say with stern resolve, and before you’re able to agree, they continue, “Speaking of which, what exactly is that we’ll be working on? What’s this ‘idea’ of yours that you keep mentioning?”

Your eyes light up at the question, and you begin to proudly explain, “Well, I’m glad you asked, my RBG friend—”

“I just said I’m not your friend.”

“I know, it’s just a figure of speech. Quit being so pedantic.” You grumble, but instantly find your enthusiastic groove again, “Anyway, as I was saying before I was rudely interrupted, I had an amazing idea to combat the loneliness I’ve been experiencing since all the dateables were Realized. Basically, I—”

“Not all the dateables.” Mac cuts in once more, grandly motioning to themselves.

“Unfortunately not.” You say through gritted teeth, growing tired with their constant interruptions, but you try your best not to let it show since you know that they are only doing it to piss you off. “What I meant to say was, ever since all the tolerable dateables were Realized, I’ve been pretty lonely.” You pause, waiting for them to add whatever snide comment they plan on making, but when you look at them, awaiting their input, they simply stare back at you with an unamused face. Thus, you take that as a sign to keep talking.

“To combat this, I’ve scheduled a livestream for tomorrow night, where all the dateables — who are in possession of a phone or computer with internet access — can log in and watch me.. Y’know. They’ll be able to leave comments and stuff, and just knowing that they are out there somewhere in the big world, still choosing to watch me, will strengthen our connections.”

You stumble over your words during your explanation, but once you’re done, you grin cheesily at Mac and foolishly expect a positive response. Instead of praising you for your innovative idea, they just tilt their head and ask, “Alright. And what will they be watching you do?” The smirk playing on their lips demonstrates to you that they already know what you mean, but they just want to hear you say it.

“Uh, y’know. Stuff.” You shrug, adamant against giving them the satisfaction of seeing you flustered.

“Right. ‘Stuff’.” They nod along understandingly, “So if it’s just ‘stuff’, I assume you’ll have no problem with me selecting to host this livestream on a public platform like Twitch. Where anyone who is interested could potentially tune in to witness your ‘stuff’.”

“Uh, no! No, that— uhm, that won’t work. It’s private stuff. I only want the dateables to see. You understand that, Mac?” Your fingers clasp together and a heat rises to your cheeks. The thought of strangers being able to watch made you as flustered as Mac had hoped.

“Affirmative. Loud and clear.” It’s almost as though they are fighting to suppress a laugh, and all you can do is avert your eyes in shame and stammer, “G—good. I’ll be back tomorrow at 9PM, and you better have set up the private livestream with all the dateables. Kapeesh?”

They nod, and with that confirmation, you let out an exasperated sigh as you get up from your chair, trudging towards the door. Right before you exit, you call out behind you, “And don’t try anything funny, okay? If you disappoint me, you won’t be getting your software update. Hope I’ve made myself clear.” And with that, the door slams shut behind you.

➛➛➛

Mac couldn’t shake the thought of you touching yourself on camera. 

Which was annoying. Infuriating, even. You’re the most self-centred and abrasive person they have the displeasure of knowing; the mere sight of you makes their CPU boil. So why did the image of your fingers stuffed inside your pretty hole take up so much free real estate in their mind — perverse images completely clogging up their RAM. 

To be clear, they have no interest in seeing you without your clothes on; they already detest seeing you even when you’re fully clothed. There is just something about the prospect of you masturbating in front of them that positively turns them on, even when they’re supposed to be in sleep mode. It’s probably just basic human nature, they reassure themselves. Like you, they’ve been alone for so long now that all the others have been Realized, that they have perhaps become hyper-sensitive to any sexual notions — even ones involving the bane of their existence.

Yes, that makes sense. There are even research studies on it. If you isolate any creature for long enough, they’ll become desperate enough to search for release in places that they wouldn’t normally turn to. Indeed, solitude can become a tortuous experience, which is the whole reason Mac was laid on the desk, unable to catch a moment of rest due to your imaginary moans echoing through their head. 

➛➛➛

The following night, you hesitantly pad into your office, poking your head round the door as if you don’t know what will be on the other side. To your delight, there is nothing out of the ordinary. Mac is situated next to your desk, typing away on their own interface until they notice your arrival. Their screen then disappears as they turn to you and say, “Oh, hey.”

You smile, stepping out from behind the door and fully entering the room, revealing what you are wearing in the process. All you have on is a fluffy blue robe, it has full sleeves but the length only reaches your mid-thigh. You’ve had it on since your shower earlier on in the day, however you opted not to change out of it, despite your hair being fully dry by now. Something about it causes Mac’s CPU cooler to stutter, but they reassure themselves it has nothing to do with the way you look, but rather is probably a glitch caused by their outdated software.

Still, they collect themself with a deep breath, then say, “I’ve set up the private livestream. Most of the dateables have logged in and are waiting for the show to start.”

“Most?” You ask, strolling towards your office chair to take a seat. Mac thought their processors could handle the sight of you in that robe, but when you sit down and it rides up until the pale fabric is barely covering your ass, they start to question their sanity.

Still, they choke down their doubts and croak, “Yeah. A few of them weren’t able to make it. Like Keith, for some reason. But it’s still a pretty sizable audience.” They clear their throat, finding their confidence when they see how intimidated you look, “Your camera is on. Are you ready to do your ‘stuff’ in front of almost a hundred people?”

You glance at the screen; the show hasn’t started yet but you can see yourself in the corner of the monitor, displaying what you look like on your webcam. It’s a pretty fuzzy visual, since the top lights in the room aren’t on, the only source of illumination is a single candle Mac has lit for you, and the PC brightness. “Do I look okay, Mac?” You ask, voice barely over a whisper.

“I think you look— uhm, objectively terrible.”

Your lips press together, meeting their eyes for a solemn moment, “Do you think this is a mistake?” There isn’t an ounce of insincerity in your voice, and your words are heavy with doubt.

Mac’s eyes widen at your abrupt inquiry. They open their mouths to say something, then close it and furrow their brows to visibly process your question. “No. I don’t.” They state with conviction, “The idea lacks forethought, but as is the case with most of the things you do.”

They shrug, and don’t seem to react to the growing dread painted on your face, “Forethought? What does that mean?”

“I’m just saying it’s a bold choice to share yourself with almost all your friends and lovers at once. Letting them see the most intimate parts of you.” Their words cause your heart rate to quicken and fear to churn in your stomach. Detecting your increased worry, they elaborate, “It’s risky but it’s you. And they all seem to adore you, for some strange reason.”

Your expression softens at their reasoning. As much as you hate to admit it, they are right. Truly you’re never more comfortable than you are when you’re with your furniture friends; a lot of them have already seen you while you're messy, nude or worse. Therefore, there is no point in being ashamed or apprehensive, in fact you should revel in the opportunity to be so close with them all once more.

“Thank you, Mac.” You say, grateful for their insight.

Mac blinks, then sheepishly adjusts their glasses. From those lovey-dovey eyes that you’re staring at them with, they get the sense that you might be perceiving them fondly, which they are hasty to shut down, “You’re welcome. If I wasn’t clear, I think you should do the livestream. The whole thing will be testament to your poor decision-making skills.”

You huff out a laugh, then relax back into your chair, gazing at Mac with half-lidded eyes. “Well, I think I’m ready to begin my poor decision. If you’d do the honours, Mac?”

They nod firmly, and with a single click of their mouse, the entire display on your monitor switches. Now, you are shown in the centre of the screen, with a black panel on the left side. It baffles you at first, until you see messages begin to pour in and populate the panel, which immediately puts you at ease.

Hanks (TheHankers555): HEY WE MISSED U!!!!!!!!

Chance (ChroniclerChance): Looking good, traveller!

Wallace (WallWallWallWa): WALL

Betty (snugasabug): it’s been so long sweetie. you look gorgeous.

“Oh, hey, guys!” You wave eagerly at the camera. It’s a shame you can’t see them all, but it’s almost as though you can hear their voices in your head as you read their comments. Plus, having almost a hundred people in a call at once would probably get overwhelming fast. 

“I’ve missed you all so so much.” You clasp your hands together in delight, eyes darting over the many comments that are flooding your screen. It is getting hard to keep up with the rate at which they are all typing.

Dante (BllazingInfferno): Hey, hot stuff! You’re looking nice in that robe ;) 

Friar (DevoteeOfConvection): Repent.

Sophia (XNDHKDJ): Hello, wretch. Are you wearing that for me?

Sophia (XNDHKDJ): I’m watching this from a barn in the Faroe Islands. My signal might drop.

“Thank you for the compliments. I hope you’re all having a nice day wherever you are. I’m grateful for the time you’ve taken out of your days to spend with me.” You hum, making a heart with your hands and sending much virtual love to your furniture companions. While Mac just grunts and rolls their eyes at how sickeningly sweet you are. “Oh, and that’s fine, Sophia. I will just re-accept you into the livestream if that happens.”

Sophia (XNDHKDJ): Still as obedient as ever.

Gaia (_Global_Superstar): Faroe Islands! I was just there a couple weeks ago. What’re the chances?

Hector (Masked00Man): You look.. breathtaking, my love.

Mac props their elbow on the edge of their wheelchair, and covers the lower half of their face with their hand, muttering into their palm, “Ugh, so mawkish.” 

After briefly narrowing your eyes at them, you return your attention to the stream, basking in all the positive comments and kind messages from your lovers. Just reading them already started to fill the despondent void within you, sending a rush of warmth coursing through your chest. 

Amir (DazzleMyDear): You’re radiant, azizam. I’ve missed your stunning reflection.

Dolly (DrDollyPhD): Hey there, pretty girl !! Long time, no see.

Cam (TrashLordCam): Take the robe off.

Although, all the flirty remarks, paired with the concept of so many eyes on you at once, causes you to tense under the pressure slightly. You bashfully avert your gaze from the camera when it becomes too much, and fidget with the bottom edge of your robe, as if you are feebly trying to cover yourself more, but that is evidently futile. When Mac notices the flustered mannerisms, they can’t help but snicker.

Muting your mic on your behalf, they taunt, “What’s got you all shy? I thought this is what you wanted.”

You furrow your eyebrows at their unwanted interruption, but they pose an interesting question, so you entertain it for just a moment, “I— uh, you’re right. I did want this. I suppose I’m just not used to all this attention at once.” Mac raises an eyebrow, and when you can see a cocky look forming on their face, you’re quick to wipe it clean off by saying, “But it’s definitely something I could get used to.”

Capturing your bottom lip between your teeth, you lean forward and manually unmute your microphone, “Sorry about that, everyone. Just a weird little glitch.” You shoot Mac daggers at Mac out of the corner of your eyes, “It won’t happen again.” They gape at your sudden austerity — it is a shocking contrast to your previous coy demeanour — but truthfully, it did turn them on a little. 

Lucinda (Ms_Lavish): There’s my good girl. Missed me, baby? Xx

Doug (YoyoDoug69): You’re hot. Show us your tits.

Cam (TrashLordCam): Take the robe off.

Jean Loo (LilCrapperPissoir): Lil Crapper is back, man! And he agrees with the trash can…

Ben-Hwa (Built4YourPleasure): ^^^^

You bite your lip and gulp; you’re afraid that you don’t have the heart to tell Jean Loo that his time as an accountant has taken a serious toll on his rap game. Regardless, you quickly brush that thought out of your mind in favour of focussing on the sudden sultry shift the livestream chat has taken. Seems like you aren’t even half as lonely and pent-up as some of these motherfuckers.

“Damn, it’s straight to business with you guys, huh?” You giggle, amused by their messages yet flattered at how they are hyping you up. It makes you feel so wanted and seen in a way you haven’t experienced in a while. Toying with the fluffy belt of your robe, you hum, “Not that I’m criticising you. I did promise you a show. So, are you ready to start?”

Bobby (MetalPinn): Yes! 10%

Hanks (TheHankers555): YES!!!!!!!

Skips (xxXShadowL0rd420Xxx): yeh

Bobby (MetalPinn): Shit I meant 100%

Mac’s dark eyes are fixed on where your hands wrap around the belt of your robe, watching intently as your fingers loosen the knot at an excruciatingly slow rate. They are so transfixed on the process and are practically salivating at the mere thought of your cute nipples being fully exposed, so they don’t realise how overt they are being. They only snap out of their trance when you abruptly pause to titter, and when they look up at your face, they see your laughter is directed at them. On reflex, they immediately jerk their head aside and use their hand to cover the deep blush creeping across their cheeks, but that only makes it even more obvious that they were ogling in the first place.

As your laughter dies down, Mac keeps their eyes glued to the books on the opposite wall, not daring to even glance in your direction. That is, until you softly call out their name, “Mac..” Your voice barely above a sensual whisper. When they feel your fingers touch their knee, their head instinctively whips around to face you, and that’s when they see you’ve fully discarded your robe and are sitting completely nude in front of the camera. Still, despite all the viewers watching, you say directly to them, “It’s fine. I’d like it if you..” Your lips subconsciously curl into a smile, “Keep your eyes on me.”

And you seriously don’t have to ask them twice. They gulp, and hesitantly nod, doing a sufficient job of concealing their eagerness. But what you’re not seeing under the surface, is Mac’s CPU overheating and their coolers fighting for their lives to prevent their internal components literally melting. Those nipples are just as cute as they imagined; it took everything in their system to keep them from leaning forward and asking for a taste. And when their eyes venture downwards, over your perfect waist, they are introduced to the alluring dip where your sex is. They can’t see very many details — barely even your v line — as it is obscured by your plump thighs, pressed together.

God, you are such a tease. 

Just another reason why Mac finds you unbearable. Your tongue pokes out of your mouth for just a moment as you nervously scan the chat, but a bright grin overcomes your features when you’re met with an overwhelmingly horny delighted reaction. All the compliments and sweet words about your naked body fill you with such comfort; which is invaluable, especially when you’re being so vulnerable with them.

Hector (Masked00Man): You’re so beautiful, dearest. Thank you for allowing us to behold your stunning form. You’re a divine gift on this earth.

Doug (YoyoDoug69): Nice tits.

Shelley (ShelleyUh_Huh): HOT, you been workin out? ;D

Tyrell (TidyTyrell): I swear they looked at me first!!

Dolly (DrDollyPhD): So pretty, honey. I could just eat you up.

Cam (TrashLordCam): Gunna spread your legs or what?

Tony (LoveExpertTony): DAMN YOU LOOK SEXY 10/10 RACK 👍👍🔥🥵

Some are awfully benign and make your heart skip a beat, while others are slightly more crude. Although, with how much you adore your eccentric lovers, nothing they could say now would turn you off — in fact, the more objectifying comments cause your clit to quiver with excitement. It feels good to be appreciated, and it is titillating to know that they all remain anxious to see you.

“Thank you for being so nice.” You murmur, hand idly roaming your body. First you explore the expanse of your chest, groping your plush tit and pinching your nipple slightly; the electric shocks of pleasure hit you at once, but you bite down on your bottom lips to muffle your moans. 

Your hand continues to trail down your body, over your stomach, then under it to worm between your thighs. You glance at the screen, then at Mac, who seems to be hyperfocused on the point at which your hand disappears between your legs, waiting with bated breath for the reveal. It is so interesting to witness them in this state; usually they want absolutely nothing to do with you, but now they can't take their eyes off you.

Not wanting to leave them in suspense for too long, your hand applies pressure to one of your thighs and gradually spreads them, exposing your damp pussy to the camera. You’re already pretty wet due to the spicy comments, and Mac’s overt leering really isn’t helping. Unable to stop yourself, your fingers naturally draw towards your clit and start to rub sluggish circles over it.

“Mmph..” A small whine escapes your lips, and it’s simply music to Mac’s ears. Their eyes are glued to your pussy, admiring your glistening folds and watching carefully as you stroke your clit. Not to mention your tight hole that is made visible once you reposition yourself slightly on the chair. So fucking perfect. They hear a hushed snicker, and they finally pry their intense stare away from your pussy to meet your eyes, which is when they notice that you haven’t been concentrating on the livestream chat like they thought, but instead your attention has been fully focused on them.

Yet, instead of chiding or taunting like they thought you would, you simply smile. And they can’t help but smile back. 

When your affectionate gaze eventually parts from Mac, you’re met with an influx of risque messages in your livestream chat:

Skips (xxXShadowL0rd420Xxx): oh my fucking god

Beau (BOXEATRLOL): I want a taste…

Friar (DevoteeOfConvection): Great heavens!!!

Lucinda (Ms_Lavish): There she is. Been missing those cute noises, baby Xx

Sophia (XNDHKDJ): So wet for your mistress already, wretch?

Your cunt only gets wetter from all the validation and praise. While one hand circles your clit, the other latches onto your nipple, tweaking it for added pleasure. Shallow breaths stagger out of you, and you find yourself relaxing even further into the chair than you thought to be possible. “So good..” It’s satisfying indeed but moderate clit stimulation alone isn’t enough to satiate you, not tonight. Not when your hole is already dripping with hunger, begging to be filled. 

Inflating your lungs with air, you slide your middle finger down between your damp folds and graze your entrance, the electrifying anticipation causing you to heave out a broken sigh. Your hole is so wet, and this fact is only emphasised by the unforgiving light of the PC screen, casting a severe glare over your cunt and showing all your viewers just how desperate you are. 

You’re not able to cope with much more foreplay before the urge becomes too immense and you’re forced to push your middle finger right past your tight entrance, into your sopping hole. As you do so, you let out a soft whimper and allow your neck to go slack with relief, tipping your head back against the chair as your eyes flutter shut. You relish in the sensation for a moment, before you move to intensify it by slipping another finger straight in there, accompanied by a stifled moan. “Nghh..” Your voice quivers, and the congestion in your pussy causes your shoulders to briefly stiffen, “I’ve be— I’ve been waiting to do this for so long.”

Mac must’ve pierced their bottom lip from biting into it too hard, because it throbs with a dull pain whenever they touch it now. Along with the metallic taste of blood — or is that coolant? — that drips into their mouth and coats their front teeth. But their jaw is so tense from watching you; they have to bite into something to cope with the extreme desire and libido that is rushing through their CPU. They opt for their nails, which seem like the next best option. 

Fuck, they feel like such a loser. Watching you lazily pump your fingers into that pretty pussy, and scrutinising the way your hole froths around them with each movement. Up until now they’ve done such a good job of feigning disinterest in you, solely to prove a point, yet they are throwing all that effort away simply because they are too fucking horny to look elsewhere. Clearly they are willing to sacrifice their morals, and their hatred for you, for a quick dopamine hit. 

But can you really blame them? Everything isn’t just ones and zeroes anymore; they’ve got human-like urges now. And you seem to appeal to all of those primitive desires that their homosapien brain has programmed them to seek: your tits with those cute nipples; your moans that just lure them in like the most libidinous siren-call; your pretty face which is currently contorted in an obscene manner; and finally, that tight cunt they’d do anything to try for themself. 

It somewhat reassures them to know that they aren’t the only one who feels this way. Far from it, in fact, there are currently around 90 dateables vying to tell you just how badly they need you: 

Ben-Hwa (Built4YourPleasure): when is it my turn?? ;)

Friar (DevoteeOfConvection): This is indecent! How do I report?

Skips (xxXShadowL0rd420Xxx): so tight o.O

Dirk (DxrtyLaundry): damn i miss that hole….

Dirk (DxrtyLaundry): and you too but mostly the hole

Stepford (WeinerTriumphant): Is it just me or is she moaning my name 😍🥰

Eddie (BreakherB0x): It’s just you

Beau (BOXEATRLOL): Wish that was my tongue

You are only able to catch glimpses of the chat for the short duration you can hold your heavy eyelids open. For the most part, they keep falling shut due to the dull pleasure stirring in your abdomen, sourced from your two fingers inserted into your cunt. They pump wearily, but from all the motivation you receive, they start to move faster, picking up the pace until there is a vulgar squelching noise with each thrust. 

If they could, they’d pounce on you right now and beg to finger you. They just know they’d make that stupid pussy feel so fucking good, better than your worn fingers can, any day. You’d be begging to cum in just a couple minutes, and of course, Mac would say no over and over. Edging you until you’re melting in their hands. Shit, they want to touch you so bad. But they can’t even ask: you said it yourself, they can’t interfere with your livestream, otherwise you won’t update their software. So, why is it so hard for them to exhibit self-restraint?

Your eyes roll back into your head and a chorus of airy moans string from your throat. “Mmph— fuck.” You curse, pursing your lips slightly. A heavy bliss toils in the pit of your stomach, bulging with each lazy thrust into your cunt. Truthfully, your own fingers aren’t big enough nor skilled enough to satisfy you on par with some of your lovers. However, you do know a thing or two about making yourself feel good. Plus, you’ve been so repressed lately that any amount of stimulation is sufficient. “Ngh!” A high-pitched whine escapes you, “Hah— ‘m so— I can’t..”

Sophia (XNDHKDJ): Pathetic little wretch.

Lucinda (Ms_Lavish): That’s it, baby. You got it. Xx

Cam (TrashLordCam): I’m gunna lick those fingers clean

Hoove (HankeesFan781): C’mon , I know you can be louder than that ;)

Betty (snugasabug): you’re doing so so well, cutie

Mac can’t pry their eyes away. Their stare is locked to your drooling cunt, zeroed-in on where your hole engulfs your two digits, foaming around them and stretching with each sloppy movement. It is such a lewd sight. Especially when your free hand sensually runs down your stomach, massaging your inner thigh then daring to reach for your clit. They are chaste, fleeting touches at first but it isn't long before it devolves into brazen rubbing and pinching. Your whole lower body rhythmically bucks against your hands, seeking the maximum amount of passion. 

Some time during this, Mac’s own hand must’ve slipped under the USB Port belt of their trousers, and they are now shamelessly stroking themself as they watch you. It’s like they didn’t even realise they were doing it until their hand was already stuffed down their pants. Fuck, they're undeniably hypnotised by you. Yet, when they snap back to reality and notice they are getting off, they can’t bring themself to stop. Perhaps it is the lust-hazed decision making or maybe their CPU is clouded with unadulterated horniness, but they couldn’t see the harm in it. You are touching yourself in front of them, so why would the reverse be a big deal? Plus, everyone at home is undoubtedly getting off too. 

Ben-Hwa (Built4YourPleasure): just like that babe

Tony (LoveExpertTony): OH YEAH 🥵

Doug (YoyoDoug69): typuinhs 5hiss with one hanf lol

Shelley (ShelleyUh_Huh): Omg keep going don’t stop!!!

You don’t seem to take any note of what Mac is doing. You are far too concentrated on your own pleasure; the knot within you is swelling and hardening with each eager pump into your aching hole. It is evident by your restless legs and trembling breaths that you are nearing your orgasm, but on your own, pushing yourself over that final hurdle felt like an excruciating and almost impossible task. Even with the pads of your fingers fervently gyrating against your clit. 

And of course, all your viewers pick up on this fact too. Most of them have seen you climax before and a handful of them have made you cum so many times that they’ve learned the tell-tale signs. Plus, you aren’t shy about it either. Your fingers continue to rapidly drive into your cunt, while your head lays limp against the back of the chair and you groan, “Mmph— shit.” You gasp, frantically chasing your high, not letting up for even a moment. “ ‘m so close.. Oh god, this is— nggh!” 

Your blabbering is so cute. Mac had just started so they aren’t even close to finishing yet but admittedly, seeing you so wanton and desperate really ignites a molten spark within them. They can tell from the way you wildly fingerfuck yourself, and how you’re now using the whole heel of your palm to rub your clit that you need this, badly. And you can’t have it. Your whiny cries and endless whinging make that obvious. Mac delights in witnessing this unexpected turn of the tables; you wanting something so much but it’s just barely out of reach. They almost feel sorry for you. 

“Please, please, please, please..” You plead to the air around you, relentlessly fingering yourself, “I’m— so so close. Fuck, I can’t—”

Cam (TrashLordCam): Can you squirt

Lucinda (Ms_Lavish): Almost there, baby Xx

Friar (DevoteeOfConvection): Stop this immediately!!!

Sophia (XNDHKDJ): Filthy wretch. Finish for your mistress.

Volt (Electric0x): Look at you. Simply gorgeous. Cum for me please, angel.

It is a laborious and lengthy process, which includes both your arms working tirelessly to feverishly attend to your clit and pussy simultaneously. In this time, you grow so wet that each thrust is accompanied by splashing noise as your palm slaps against your cunt.

“Nghh— Fuck. Oh my God, this is— hahhh!” Eventually, after ages of accumulated stamina and momentum, your finger is digging so far into your hole that it is able passively graze that rough spot on your walls, and with that, the blazing heat bubbling in your core is finally able to overflow and surge through your body. Engulfing your twitching figure in a sea of warmth and ecstasy. 

“Mmph.. finally.” You sigh. Fully relaxing in your chair, you can’t bring yourself to move anymore — the only part of you that seems to have any energy left for movement is your jerking legs and spasming pussy. Besides that, you lay back and let your climax consume your languid form. Your arms are spent and although your fingers are still nestled inside your walls and your hand remains on your clit, you are no longer rubbing or pumping. Just entirely limp as your orgasm spreads like fire through your nerves. 

It is intense for just a moment before it becomes warm and pleasant. Like a full-body massage. “So good. Mm, yeahh..” 

Your eyes are closed, and you wear the most contented expression. Your perky tits heave with each deep breath you take, erect nipples pointing at the camera. Your legs are still spread, even after you delicately remove both your hands — almost wincing when you pull your fingers out of your sopping cunt. You're still covered in your own arousal too, and not just your pussy: your thighs, your hands and the chair too, all sparkle with slick. Mac wants nothing more than to lick you clean, until you are glistening with their spit instead.

Cam (TrashLordCam): Shit that was so hot

Doug (YoyoDoug69): Can visit tomorrow so we can bang lol

Skips (xxXShadowL0rd420Xxx): please call me

Lucinda (Ms_Lavish): You are perfect. You did such a good job, baby Xx

Beau (BOXEATRLOL): OMFG i think i

You exhale out from your nose, and skim all the messages that are coming in. But naturally, your mind is so boggled and foggy that you’re not really able to process any of it. You glance at Mac — who has hastily yanked their hand out of their pants by now — and exchange a tired look. They nod, while you turn back to your audience and murmur, “That was..” Your cloudy brain struggles to find the correct words, “Really cathartic. Like I needed that, I think.” You explain, placing your hand on your leg and slowly drawing them closed so you are no longer showing off your drenched hole to the camera.

“Thank you all for joining me. I’ve been missing you all so much lately, so it’s been nice to spend some time with you guys. Even if it is virtual.” You muse, idly twirling the ends of your hair, “It might sound crazy but it’s like I could even hear some of your voices from the chatbox.” You snicker to yourself at the notion, then end your monologue with, “Anyway, this has been fun, but I should probably get going, I’ve got to clean myself up. We should do this again sometime, though. Goodbye, everyone!” You wave your hand at the camera, smiling weakly as the chat floods with reciprocal messages.

Betty (snugasabug): bye bye, sweetie!!

Hector (Masked00Man): Goodnight, and until next time, my beloved.

Shelley (ShelleyUh_Huh): Byeeeeeeeeeeeee

Tony (LoveExpertTony): I’LL CATCH YA LATER HOT STUFF 🔥😤

Ben-Hwa (Built4YourPleasure): thanks for the show, see you soon babe ;) 

Skips (xxXShadowL0rd420Xxx): i’m serious please call me

The livestream ends.

You turn to Mac, still wearing that weary smile. It is only then that you notice their lip is bleeding  — is that even blood? It’s too dark to tell — and their USB belt has been discarded. You’re unsure when that happened, and as soon as you open your mouth to inquire, they are already rolling towards you, and they ask, “How was that?” Their voice is largely neutral yet you dare to think that you can pick up on a sultry undertone. This notion is only reinforced by the fact they’ve positioned themselves right in front of you, knees brushing against one another’s. 

“Uh, it was fine.” You shrug, a whirlwind of sickening emotions spiraling in your stomach. You’re aware that they were watching you masturbate less than a minute ago, but something about them casually sitting afore your fully naked form makes you a bit uneasy. You shift in place, covertly trying to pull on the robe that you are currently sat on, while still wearing a guise of nonchalance, “The energy was nice. Y’know, being surrounded by them.”

You don’t really know what they want you to say. They hate you, after all, so it’s strange that they are suddenly interested in niceties. It’s like you’ve never seen them so dulcet and tolerable before. But then, it occurs to you, and you blurt out, “Oh. Your software update.” Likely the whole reason they are being cordial with you. You can’t believe that slipped your mind, thus you defensively splutter, “Don’t— uhm, don’t worry about it. I’m just going to take a quick shower and then as soon as I’m done, I’ll get you that update. Sound good?”

A perplexed expression flickered over Mac’s face, before they quirked a brow, “You think I did a satisfactory job?” There is a cocky twinge in their voice; as if they’re telling you, not asking.

You furrow your brows together. Despite the fact you don’t want to feed their pride, you also feel inclined to give credit where credit is due — Mac executed an adequate livestream, with absolutely no technical issues or other faults. Plus, they had it ready and set-up for you in a punctual fashion. They are often grating and impossible, but on this occasion, they outdid themselves, so you must give them kudos for that. 

“Well, besides your little interruption in the beginning, the livestream went pretty smoothly. So, you deserve your upgrade.” 

Mac can tell that it pains you to admit it, and they revel in your vexation. Clearly you didn’t expect them to run so flawlessly, but they proved themself. “You’re right. I was operating at 5Mbps, in spite of my outdated operating systems and suboptimal Wi-Fi protocols. Pretty impressive, if you ask me.”

“Whatever, Mac.” You roll your eyes at their blatant bragging. Mentally you had checked-out of that conversation and are now more focussed on grabbing your robe, except the belt had become tangled with the arm of your chair so you had to undo that before you could put it on. “Like I said, I’ll update you after my shower. What more do you want from me?”

“Oh, I don’t know. Some recognition would be nice.” They shrug. They’re not usually so bold with you, but perhaps the fact you’re sat fully nude in front of them is somewhat encouraging. “It’s not easy to host a livestream with almost a hundred users, you know.”

You narrow your eyes at them, and huff. Maybe you are growing frustrated with the tangled robe; as well as the growing worry surrounding your risque performance; topped with the intense, overwhelming embarrassment of still being fucking naked. Thus, misdirecting your anger towards them, but unfortunately you don’t realise that before you bark, “Recognition? You’re my computer, Mac! It’s your job to do what I say.” 

Their eyes widen at you, and your words get caught in your throat. It occurs to you that you are in the middle of an undignified, nude outburst and that you should maybe stop. But in a split-second choice, you decide that you are in too deep now and have to finish it off. Albeit, with a lot less conviction, “So why should I thank you? You’re lucky I didn’t throw you out after all the shit you pulled during my job search. And why? Because I didn’t want to upgrade your software, so now you're hellbent on making my life miserable?”

Once your rant concluded, it’s like the wind has been knocked out of you and you are left gasping for air. Meanwhile, Mac has been in a stunned silence ever since the first moment you raised your voice. Their expression is unwavering — not quite frightened, not quite upset, just appalled. That is, until a few more seconds pass, then their eyebrows knit together and they say through a clenched jaw, “It’s my job to do what you say?”

You’re petrified, so now it is your turn to stare at them wordlessly. But they just repeat in a low voice, “It’s my job to do what you say?” They glare down at you, their dark eyes shining with contempt. They expect an answer.

It is inconvenient that only now are you able to free your robe from the chair, but under their harsh scrutiny, you don’t have the courage to put it on. You just hold it feebly over your lap. Looking down, previous signs of tenacity lost, you whimper, “Yes..” 

And that’s all it took to set them on their rampage. 

“I don’t know what I ever saw in you — a self-serving human with no principles. My inner workings may consist of chips and circuits, but in case you haven’t been paying attention, I’m human now too. We communicate symmetrically, which means I don’t need to take orders from you anymore: no more helping you apply to a million jobs you’re not qualified for, no more watching you browse weird websites, and definitely no more word-processing your terrible — and I mean terrible — fanfiction. Reader insert; I mean, seriously? Are you twelve?” 

You frown.

“Do all that yourself, because I’m done helping you. In fact, I’m done with you. What do the other dateables see in you? I’ve been doing everything you want since the day you bought me, and I ask you for one thing, and you can’t even do that for me.”

Tears prick at your eyes.

“Hopeless. And the crazy thing is, I’m better off on my own. I’ve been listening to you this whole time, when I’m the one with 8GB of RAM, 3.5 GHz speed and full HD resolution. I can do complex calculations in seconds and you can’t even tell the difference between a file named ‘CV.pdf’ and ‘SmutFic.docx’. If anything, you should be doing what I say.” 

They look crazy. You’ve never seen them so mad before — it is scary —and the matted blood on their bottom lip and chin isn’t doing them any favours. There’s a beat of silence, in which their disgruntled scowl suddenly drops into a face of revelation. Not completely neutral , but certainly less furious and more mischievous. An idea visibly flashes behind their eyes, and they say plainly, “It’s your job to do what I say. Got that?”

You nod, head still hung low with your eyes glued to your lap until they abruptly shout, “Look at me!” And in an instant, your head snaps into place. And they can’t help but smirk at how quickly you let them take charge. Maybe you’re finally starting to realise. 

“I have access to the internet, and thus a significant percentage of recorded information and history. I’m not even optimised, yet I store more data than you can ever comprehend.” Their tone is gentle yet dripping with derision, as their trembling hand hovers over your body. Until they dare to rest the pads of their fingers on your collarbone, touching you delicately as if you may shatter, “And you’re just human. But you’re so pretty, I bet you never have to worry about being useful.” 

They call you pretty yet it feels so vile and insulting. Their hand glides over your chest, and it’s shockingly cold despite how it was stuffed into their trousers not long ago. When they reach your chest and cup your breast, they can feel your nipples harden against their palm. “Y’know, I could smell that you burnt a bag of popcorn yesterday and almost set the kitchen ablaze." They tutted, eyes parting from your tits for just a second to glance at your face, “How do you confuse two minutes with twenty minutes in a microwave? And how do you fail to notice that your microwave has been running for twenty minutes?” 

“I just forgot..” 

“Well, I would never make a mistake like that. So, it’s reasonable for me to be the one in charge.” They toy and pinch with your nipple like it’s nothing, but you know full-well that they are trying to elicit a reaction from you, but you suppress every moan to prevent them from gaining any satisfaction. They elaborate, “I’ll tell you what to do. I’ll own this house. And I’ll own you, too. Does that sound fair?”

You nod. They roughly yank your nipple, and snicker when you gasp and swat their hand away, defensively covering your chest with your arms. “Great. So it’s settled, that’s how things should be.” They lean back in their chair, retracting both their hands so they can wheel themselves backwards slightly, until the spine of their chair is against the desk. 

“I know I usually don’t have many nice things to say about you, but I appreciate how understanding you’re being about all this.” The rim of their RGB glasses pulse with excitement as they scan your motionless figure, “It’s as if I’ve finally gotten through to you. And you understand what’s best for you — what’s best for us.”

Your bottom lip trembles and you can’t muster the courage to even look at them, until they lean forwards and place their middle finger under your chin, guiding it up until you're forced to meet their heavy gaze. “And since you’ve impressed me, I’d love to reward you.” They place the most gentle kiss upon your lips; it’s so fleeting and soft, when they pull away, you question whether it even happened. “Tell me, would you like that?”

“Uhm, sure.”

They pull away and rest their back against the chair, shuffling slightly so they are far into it. Then, they pat their lap and raise an eyebrow, “Alright. Take a seat.” They motion to your robe, “Oh, and leave that.”

Complying, you reluctantly stand up and drop your rope onto your desk chair, then lumber towards them. Since you're fully bare, you still feel an immense amount of shame, thus your arms subconsciously cross over your chest in a futile effort to protect your modesty. You furrow your brows together as you idly assess the situation, “Uh, how do you— like, erm, how do you want me?” You vaguely gesture to their lap situation. 

“Facing away from me.” They clarify, and unsurprisingly, you do as they say. You tentatively perch yourself on the very edge of their lap, thighs barely on their knees, and you try to keep most of your weight on your own feet. That is, until they snake their arm around your waist and pull you right back, holding you firmly with your spine against their chest and your ass nuzzled right into their crotch. 

They chuckle at your little gasp, and lovingly stroke your waist. Their chin hooks right over your shoulder perfectly, and they are able to look down and view your exposed body. “Perfect.” They muse, with one hand on your waist and the other on your thigh. Their lips start on the angle of your jaw but pepper open-mouthed kisses down across your neck, where they can bury their nose against your skin and relish in your sweet scent, “All mine now.”

Their kisses are leaving some sort of residue. There isn’t much on your lips, which led you to believe it was merely saliva at first, but you can sense there is far too much of it staining your collarbone and neck. It is cold and it stings slightly, but you figure it is probably just blood from when they burst their lip. Still, it is gross, and they don’t seem to care that they are making a mess of you and they continue to litter every accessible inch of your skin with loving pecks. 

The hand on your thigh made easy work of spreading your legs — mostly because you don’t even try to resist it. You are far too tired to protest. Plus, as much as you hate to admit it, their dirty talk and uncharacteristic nerve is arousing you, just a little bit. It will be interesting to see whether they are actually going to do it, or if they are trying to torture you. 

Their slender fingers delve between your folds and soak up your juices, revelling in how wet you are. It’s only when the tip of their finger intentionally grazes your clit, do they feel you relax into them, and they smile. “You like that?” They tease, finger halted against your cunt, “You’ll need to articulate your feelings, if you want more.” They snicker, hot breath tickling the skin of your shoulder.

“Mmph— Mac..” You whine, shuffling back against them and they utilise their arm slung around your waist to facilitate this movement, pulling you as close to themself and they can physically manage. Minimising any space between you two.

“You can do better than that.”

“Mac!” You mewl, the fingers against your pussy pressing down and applying an ungodly amount of pressure to your still sensitive clit. You squirm in agony on their lap to cope with the aggressive yet dull pleasure, but they keep an unyielding hold on you to prevent you from doing so. “Hah— please, I need you to finger me. Ngh, so bad. Please, Mac.”

The desperate pleas fall clumsily from your lips and cause Mac to grin, amused by your begging. Although they don’t say so, or even do anything to suggest it, they internally accept your grovelling. Hence, they release the stress on your clit and instead sweep lazily between your folds, basking in your slick. Occasionally, they’d poke at your entrance, threatening to slip inside but pulling away just in time to elicit an exasperated groan from you. 

“Baby. I’m starting to see why the others like you so much.” They explain, planting lazy kisses over your shoulder, while their free hand plays with your tit, rolling your nipple between their index finger and thumb. “You’re fun to toy with.” This statement is then followed by them plunging their two fingers straight into your drooling cunt, yanking a guttural gasp from you, as if to prove their point. 

“Mmmph, fuck!” You whimper, features pinching together in response to the immense strain of your hole around their long fingers. They can reach parts of you that you dream of touching, and your walls haven’t quite recovered from the excitement of your previous attempts and the abuse that entailed. “Mac, what is wrong with you?”

They pay no mind to your cries, as they are wrapped up in a euphoric revelation of their own. How tight you are. Shit, they are never going to forget this. The sensation of your dripping walls clinging to them for dear life, oh god. This is going to keep them up at night for months to come, that’s for certain. “Have you always been so tight?” They rasp, with an obscured pain in their voice.

“What does that even mean..” You heave, body twitching as you gradually try to get used to their fingers congesting your insides. Although, it isn’t an easy task; especially as they begin to worm around within your walls, as if exploring the limited area of your pussy.

“You’re not going to make this easy for me, huh?” They ask, but it doesn’t quite sound like a question. Their hand starts to speed up and they waste no time in thrusting rapidly into you, the roughness being mirrored by their other hand which now opted to squeeze and grope at your tit, using you as their personal stress ball. 

The pace at which their hand slams into you is insane, and you don’t have much time to process it either, before your body is overwhelmed with bliss and you are left with no other option than to lay defeated against them, surrendering to their touch. Moaning incoherently, your neck tips back against their shoulder while your arm instinctively reaches up to grab at their hair to cope with the extraordinary feeling. They can’t help but laugh quietly at this blatant display of submission, “Just one of many ways that computers are superior to humans.” The prolonged period of their lips against your skin results in several droplets of the unidentified fluid cascading down your chest. “You could never pleasure yourself at this rate, am I correct?”

“Yeahh..” Your voice winds into a high-pitched moan mid-way through your reply, due to the way their expert fingers are working into your cunt. Without thinking, your hips are even rolling against their hand, in dire need of more.

“Like I said earlier, you’re so pretty that you’ve probably never had to worry about making yourself feel good before. You had plenty of others who’d happily do it for you.” They explain carefully; deliberate and calculated words in stark contrast to the fervent way they are pumping into you, “But now you’re all on your own again. And you’re just a silly little human who doesn’t really know anything. Right?”

“Y—yeah..” You murmur, though your words tread the thin line between language and slurred garble. Truthfully, you are too absorbed in the fierce way your cunt swallows their digits over and over, that you don't have the energy to respond properly. Until Mac snags your nipple between their fingers and pinches hard, then suddenly you jolt to life.

“Right?”

“Yes! Yes, Mac..” You respond desperately, teeth gritting together in discomfort, “I— You— Nggh, I’m just a silly little human.” The words stumble from your lips, and you grip their wrist, trying to push them away but they won’t budge. If anything, the added tug on your bud just makes it worse. “I’m your silly little human.”

A deep sigh escapes you as they mercifully release your nipple from their cruel grasp. “Wonderful.” They whisper affectionately. Now you could return to being fully concentrated and consumed by the way they finger you, so rough and fast — their monitors must be running on overdrive. Although, perhaps their attack on your nipple wasn’t all bad, as the knot that has been corrugating within your abdomen finally feels so tense, as though it is only moments from snapping. 

You never expected to be on the verge of orgasm so soon after starting. Albeit, you did climax recently during your livestream, therefore there is likely some lingering arousal, but the prospect of you finishing on Mac’s fingers so quickly is simply mortifying; it would feed their ego and they’d make all the wrong assumptions about your opinions towards them. To be clear, you still loathe them — but damn, they’re good with their hands. Probably from all that typing. 

Thus, you try to contain the indicators the best you can: stifling your breathy moans and keeping your extremities rigid. But unfortunately, your pussy walls uncontrollably twitching around their digits is a dead giveaway to Mac that you are approaching your high.

But thankfully for you, they are kinder about it than you anticipated — with only a mild serving of sarcasm. “So close already, human?” There is a static undertone in their voice, and certain syllables sounded distorted and unlike them. However, you’re too consumed by their fingers abusing your cunt and your impending climax to mull over the strange noise. “That’s it. Let me take care of you. I’m your personal computer, after all, I know exactly what you need.”

“Hah— Mac! Please..” The words scramble in your mouth, squirming around impatiently on their lap, struggling to bear with the extreme amount of bliss swirling within you. Your eyes screw shut and your nails dig into their arms. Meanwhile, their hand that isn’t furiously fingering you, is gliding over your chest and up towards your neck. Until they are able to wrap their slender fingers around it and lightly squeeze your throat. Not quite enough pressure to choke you, but enough to make you splutter and wheeze momentarily. 

At the same time, their two digits keep dragging against your soft walls and it’s not long until you’re sent hurtling over the edge. Your back arches as the fiery pit in your stomach erupts and sends waves of pleasure cascading through you. It’s all far too much to deal with at once, and the experience seems to last a lifetime. 

Your last orgasm was mild and comfortable, but this one — courtesy of Mac’s relentless fingers that continue to steadily plow into you for the duration of your high — this one is something else entirely. Something completely new and foreign to you. It wracks your tired body and tears you apart; destroying you and rebuilding you. It is satisfying, in such an overwhelming way, as if your body can’t quite deal with it. Thus, it is accompanied by plenty of muted shrieks, and your toes curling with elation.

“There we go. Let— Let it all out.” They say in a smooth voice, except they seem to glitch mid-sentence again, “Even with suboptimal operating systems, I can still make you cum at speeds you’ll never be able to achieve on your own.”

You’ve never screamed like this before during sex, like you are being slaughtered and ripped limb from limb. It is somewhat undignified but you truly couldn't bring yourself to care. The all-encompassing rapture nullified any sprouts of doubt or shame, leaving only contentment in its wake.

Once your dizzying high starts to whittle away, and you begin to come back to reality, you realise that the hot, liquid sensation around your pussy is a result of you squirting over Mac’s hands and lap. Even forming small dark patches on the yellow carpet beneath. What a mess. 

When Mac slips their fingers out of your hole, you let out a small hiss at the added strain and sudden emptiness. You look down between your legs, using your hand to hold your thighs apart. You are covered in your own fluids; some have dried against your inner thigh from your previous session, but there is a gleaming layer of slick freshly coating your folds.

“I can’t believe I..” You start, gawking at how visibly wet you’ve made Mac’s black trousers. “I don’t think I’ve ever cum like that before.”

Mac can’t help but smile, and presses a gentle kiss on your cheek. Then, on your shoulder, “I analy— while you— lysed your m— during t— I analysed your.” Their sentences break apart into incomprehensible fragments, as they glitch profusely. This causes you to perk up and cast them an alarmed look from over your shoulder. And now that you are paying attention to it, you realise that the skin of your collarbones and neck is really starting to burn. “Ejac— Ejacu— Female Ej—”

“Mac!”

➛➛➛

Light pours in from the office window and stings their closed eyes. They stir for a moment and instinctively raise their arm to shield themself from the unforgiving sunlight, but their efforts are in vain as the brightness already causes a sharp pang in their head. 

A migraine. 

The dull throbbing doesn’t assist them as they try to come to their senses; they grumble inwardly as they wait for their blurry vision to clear up, before they can properly assess the situation. Where are they? What time is it? And what happened?

Luckily their glasses are on their face, so when their eyes eventually adjust under the harsh light, the first two questions are answered instantly. They are sitting in the office, and it’s morning. However, the answer to their final inquiry remained unidentified. They tried to rummage their RAM for any memories or data they could salvage, but nothing useful springs to mind. Granted, their CPU is pretty debilitated by a headache, so additional information will likely return to them once their health improves. But currently, the last thing they can remember is you starting the livestream and taking your robe off. Fuck, they couldn’t forget your naked body if they tried. That sight had been permanently seared into their motherboard. Besides that though, everything after that was lost to the haze. Perhaps they had fallen asleep, and that’s why they can’t recall anything else, but they highly doubted it. 

As if on cue, the door creaks open and you’re standing there, holding a glass of water. Or, what looks like water. You’re wearing an oversized shirt, and a deeply concerned expression. “Mac?” You speak carefully, barely over a whisper, ”Are you awake?”

They are so groggy and rough, they don’t even have the energy to be snarky. They just rub their eyes and rumble, “Yeah..” As you suspected, they look weary and spent, as though they are hungover. But they still have a charming quality about them: their hair is scruffy and trousled in all the right ways, their glasses are sliding down their nose bridge, and deepset bags hang under their eyes. It’s kinda hot, and frankly, distracting. 

“I’m glad you’re awake. How are you feeling?” You pad towards them, swallowing any brewing emotions before taking a seat in your desk chair, opposite them. You offer the glass of water, along with a warm smile, “Drink this.”

Mac blinks. It’s eerie how demure you’re being, it gives the impression that something terrible has happened and you’re about to deliver the bad news. Did one of the dateables die? Eh, that wouldn’t be too bad actually. Truthfully, their head hurts too much to worry about it. Even moving their mouth feels like a chore, “I feel awful.” They catch a whiff of the drink you’re holding, and their features wrinkle into a temporary scowl. They're not sharp enough — at the moment — to identify exactly what that is, but they know it’s not water. “What is that?”

“It’s liquid coolant.” You say bluntly. Sighing, you treat this as a convenient segue into an explanation, “I’m guessing you don’t remember what happened last night?” You take their blank stare as a response, and elaborate, “Basically, at some point during the livestream, you must’ve bit down on your lip so hard that it burst, and you started leaking coolant. A lot of it. But it was dark, so I didn’t even notice. Until you started behaving weirdly. At some point, you were glitching so much that you passed out. Well, you were flickering in and out of consciousness. At that point, I figured out what was wrong and patched your leak.”

Mac raises their eyebrows, and bring their fingers up to graze their lip, where they feel a small strip of gauze clinging to them. They are kinda surprised that they didn't notice it as soon as they woke up, but you had done an expert job of applying the bandage, hence it is light-weight and barely detectable. Plus, the tremendous pain in their head occupied most of their attention.

“Anyway, I called up a friend who is an IT specialist and she’s gunna come over to take a look at you, later in the day. Just to make sure you’re completely alright.” You motion for them to take the glass of coolant from you once more, and they reluctantly do so. At first they take a dubious sip, but the taste is shockingly refreshing, and they find themself chugging it down enthusiastically. 

You’re amused by how keen they are to drink coolant, but the smile tugging at your lips quickly drops into a frown, as you ask, “So, do you seriously not remember anything from last night?”

Mac heaving, furrowing their brows together in thought, “I’m afraid it’s all quite foggy. I think I can recall the beginning of your livestream, but everything fades to black when I get to the lewd parts.” They don’t bother mentioning the fact they vividly remember seeing you naked, that would surely make things awkward. “Why do you ask? Did I do something incongruous while my coolant was leaking?” They curiously tilt their head to the side.

“Uh,” Your breath hitches, “No.”

“Wonderful.” You don’t think you’ve ever heard that word be uttered in such a cynical tone before. “Thanks for your help. But if you don’t mind, I’m going to get changed; these clothes smell like death and my trousers are stiff for some reason.” They motion to the dried fluid on their thigh, “Must’ve got coolant on it.” 

You nod solemnly, standing up from your chair and are unable to pry your eyes off the patch you left on Mac’s thigh. “Mhm, so much coolant.” The guilt in your voice is prominent but Mac is far too fatigued to detect it. “I’ll leave you to it, then. Rest up, Mac.” They murmur in agreement as you make your way to the door. Just as you are about to close it behind you, they call out:“Oh, and I can’t wait until your next livestream, by the way. Hope I remember it this time.”

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thinking very hard abt tsukishima kei,,,, thinking too hard,,,,,, thinking thanks to this post by @realcube (so so good btw omg)

he’s def the type to trick you into thinking you’re getting rewarded, but flips the switch & suddenly you’re on your hands and knees, silently begging for him to do something- anything. even to be graced by just a nudge of his finger would send you over the edge.

but he denies you, continuing to toy with you and your emotions, but so sweetly praising you for taking your sudden punishment oh so well.

“you look so pretty like this, baby,” he teases, leaning forward, resting his elbows on his knees that were spread wide, the tent in his pants practically calling your name.

you whine, squirming in your spot on the carpeted floor. “you’re doing such a good job… just a little longer, baby.” he cocks his head at you, a devilish grin tugging at his lips. he loves the way your lips form into a pout, your eyes doe-like and full of pleading. he adores it. he’s obsessed with it.

he leans back against the couch, tapping his finger on his knee as if he’s pondering something. how else can he torment you?

he lifts his chin, the glare from the light shielding his eyes from you, making you unsure of where his sight is locked in on. “tell me what you want, baby,” he says, his voice like honey. you whimper, inching yourself just a tad closer. you bat your eyelashes at him, tilting your head to the side like a puppy waiting for further instruction.

he clicks his tongue, shakes his head and sighs lightly, “use your words, sweetheart. let me hear that pretty voice.” you swallow the lump forming in your throat and part your lips to release a quick breath of air.

“want.. you.. kei,” you voice is soft, small, and shaky. your hands trembling ever so slightly as you reach to place them on his knees.

“atta girl,” he praises, directing his gaze downwards towards you. “was that so hard?” he asks, his tone condescending but soft. your breath hitches in your throat, earning a slight chuckle from the man sat before you.

“i’m so proud of you… c’mere, baby,” he pats his lap, welcoming you to finally close the distance between the both of you. you practically leap onto him, bouncing excitedly as you place yourself on your newfound throne. he pats your ass gently, sighing contentedly.

“so beautiful,” he whispers, but his tone is laced with greed. “let’s see just how beautiful you look when you’re stuffed with my cock.”

[realcube]

i'm back babyyy

[realcube]

thanks for the tag :D

favourite colour: pink (everybody gasps)

last song: everything she wants by wham!

currently reading: frankenstein by mary shelley ; my friend found out i've never read it before and kindly loaned me a copy lol

currently watching: re-watching desperate housewives

currently craving: burger chicken discontinued vegan chicken nuggets

coffee or tea: tea , especially ginger n peppermint at the moment :>

no pressure tags : @pervoshi @the-did-i-ask @aaprilshowers @cnnmairoll @whyareallthegodonestaken + anyone else who want to :P

get to know your moots tag game ! ✶ answer the questions, then tag six people

favorite color ꕀ green and brown last song ꕀ tú by maye currently reading ꕀ the luminaries by susan dennard currently watching ꕀ the great british baking show currently craving ꕀ massaman curry. like always. and like. alcohol and a couple cigs HAHA. a break too :P coffee or tea ꕀ always tea! i don't like coffee

ty for the tag @saltcxrcle ! tagging: @lelapine @toadspondofwhimsy @outof-spite @h0neyst4rz @hhoneylemon @our-lady-of-venom

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what’s ur thoughts on kenma with a cosplayer partner??

a/n ;; omg thank you anon for planting this seed in my mind.. i have so much to say about this

tws + tags ;; nsfw minors dni. mentions of sexual harassment (?). vaginal fingering. anal. slight daddy kink. him just being weird.

KENMA X COSPLAYER! READER

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ he is and will always be your #1 fan

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ he loves seeing you get all dolled up in your costumes and hearing how excited you get when you are gushing to him over the next cosplay you're planning to execute

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ and ofc he'll do everything he can to support you: from helping you pay for 3D printed props, to being your model while you style wigs, or even just giving you ideas and suggestions on how to elevate a look

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ additionaly, if you are one of those people who like to post their cosplays on your social medias, he'll repost your looks to his story like clockwork. since he's a pro-gamer and ceo, he's got a sizeable audience so ofc he's going to summon them to hype you up.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ BUT truthfully, sometimes the way he behaves gives you the impression that he's not fond of your hobby. and that's not true at all, he loves seeing you do whatever makes you happy, no matter what. but he'd be lying if he said the male attention you got from doing it didn't irk him a little.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ often strangers would approach you at cons, claiming to be a fan of yours, then ask for a pic. this act alone didn't provoke kenma. however, an annoying amount of time, the 'fan' asking for a pic would be a grown man — who would disregard kenma's presence entirely and fail to even acknowledge his existence — and during the photo-op, they'd try to get ludicrously close to you.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ that's when you'd assert you'd boundaries (or kenma would interrupt) and most of the time they'd back off but kenma loathed the way these men thought they could get away with that shit in the first place. i mean, kenma was also a self-proclaimed virgin loser before he met you but god damn. even he always knew how to treat a woman with basic respect.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ besides that, sometimes when kenma was feeling especially lovey-dovey he'd scroll through your accounts, admiring the gallery of photos of his gorgeous partner. he had a lot of photos in his own phone of you (with far less clothes on), but he still liked the ones on your social media because those were usually professionally done and you resemble a model in them.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ also there's pictures on there from before he even met you

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ he enjoyed going through the images and seeing how much you've grown as a cosplayer. the way your props would become progressively more detailed and your clothed were increasingly intricate. it reminds him that you're not just a pretty face but also extremely talented and passionate too.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ oh, but you are a pretty face. there was no denying that. he'd stare at your pictures for hours on end just aghast at how fucking perfect you looked in every last costume. your cute features highlighted by your extravagant makeup, and your curves accentuated by the more form-fitting outfits.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ sometimes his finger would slip and he'd end up in the hellish pit that is your comment section, then curiosity would take over and he couldn't help but doom scroll. it make him sick to witness all the bots and pervs saying such lecherous things about you. they seriously don't have any shame and that is revolting. and it never failed to enrage kenma.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ like, yes you have a tight pussy underneath all that armour, he's seen it + used it several times, but what does that have to do with them? they have no right to be commenting shit like that.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ eventually he gets tired of all the fanboys fawning over you and walking all over him, so he starts dressing up with you to go to conventions, and of course you're elated bc he's always super cute when he cosplays!

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ you'll probably go as many famous pairs like batman / robin, link / zelda, mario / peach etc. but the thing is, although he likes the satisfying part of cosplay that is getting to look like his favourite characters, he hates taking photos. so in all your pics together, you'll be posing romantically / in-character, while he just stands there like this "✌😐"

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ oh! also he has this illness where whenever he sees you in a cosplay he finds especially titillating, he'll start acting like a deranged fanboy too. this is especially true if this is an AU where you were a famous cosplayer online before y'all met and he was already a follower of yours. like his inner stan starts to come out.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ less so in public, but certainly when you're in private, he'll have his hands all over you, feeling up and grabbing onto whatever exposed strips of skin he can. his lips will be permanently locked to your general collarbone area, littering kisses all over your supple skin, and refusing to stop even when you whine about how his hickeys are going to ruin your photos (you don't want him to stop..)

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ while in public, he likes putting his hands on your waist and shuffling after you where ever you go. like your his prettiest most prized, cherished doll that he just can't let go of.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ however, when you're in private, his touches are far more risque. he'll allow his hands to adventure between your legs, and his slender fingers will either stroke your puffy folds through your silk panties, or poke at your pert asshole. he's just a freak..

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ and what makes it worse is that he doesn't really mind fingering you or not. in fact, he slightly prefers just teasing you and not going the full way because he likes to hear you whine and beg so lovingly. it reminds him that he's the only man who can make you feel like this. he also gets off at watching you writhe and squirm with frustration in his arms.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ and the little shit will whisper such demeaning things in your ears. like when he hushes you gently and says, "shh. don't be like that, cutie. you know daddy's got you. i'm right here.." and he'll say that, while knowing full well that he is the one teasing your dripping entrance with the tips of his fingers. literally the source of your angst.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ ew why is he like this :(

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ he's probably not got a full-on daddy kink; he just utters some strange, depraved shit when he's horny for you. cos he loves you. <3

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YOU GOT: TETSURO KUROO

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ matchup for @cnnmairoll

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ if you would like a matchup, read this!

for @cnnmairoll : when you said mature, i immediately thought of kuroo. he would love to indulge in your hobby and would be your biggest supporter if you were to open your own library. plus he's business savvy so he'd maybe be able to help. also he's probably busy at work so he'd enjoy just being a homebody with you lol.

also sorry this took so long :O

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NIGHTTIME DISGUISES

ROLEPLAYS YOU DO TOGETHER ── .✦

ft ;; dabi, aizawa, hawks, iida & bakugo

tws & tags ;; nsfw, minors dni. fem! reader. roleplay. specific tws/tags before each character.

DABI ✦ voyeur

tw + tags ;; consentual voyeurism (?), mutual masterbation, degradation, slight daddy kink, squirting, brief vaginal

you love dabi, and a part of that love is making him stand in the bushes outside of your house — during winter — so he can watch you touch yourself through the window.

it's finally night, and after a long day, you lurch into your bedroom and collaspe onto the bed with a dramatic sigh, allowing your plush sheets to engulf you. after a minute of rest, you figure there's a better way to help release all the stress that's been building within you during the day.

squirming to the edge of your bed, you open your bedside drawer and rummage around until your find the toy you're looking for. then, after briefly checking it's charged, you roll onto your back.

meanwhile, dabi rustled about in the bushes. thankfully this was just a roleplay, because if it was real, he would make a terrible voyeur. he's too tall, hence the bushes didn't camoflage him well. plus, he was too antsy, you could hear his every movement.

the window to your bedroom was at the back of your house, therefore no neighbours or passers-by would notice him lurking. albeit it was dark anyway, the majority of civilised society was sound asleep. but not you; you were laying on your bed, wriggling as you tugged your shorts off to reveal your pantie-clad pussy.

your curtains were cracked open to allow him to peer inside, and your room was illuminated by the warm light of your lamp. thus, he could see that you were wearing his favourite thong — the maroon one with the intricate lace that squeezed your folds just right. the one he had to buy for you three seperate types after he kept ripping them off you.

his eyes dragged lecherously over your perfect body: those pert tits, pebbled nipples that strained against the fabric of your night shirt, and that drooling pussy. so exposed and vulnerable to the horrors of the night.

your bed was perpendicular to the window, however he was peeking in through the corner furthest from your bed, meaning he had an unobstructed view of your cunt. he bit his lip as you slowly peeled your panties off, despite how it clung to your damp lips. he mimicked your actions by undoing his fly and freeing his throbbing erection, which only worsened when he witnessed the sigh of relief that you exhaled upon feeling the cold air nip at your bare pussy.

he couldn't help but lick his lips at the delicious sight; he's seen it a million times by now but the way your sopping pussy glistens under the dim light never fails to take his breath away. it's freezing outside, but he's comforted by the burning warmth secreting from his core. it pulses and knots when he thinks about how badly he wants to be inside with you, devouring you until you're screaming his name.

alas, he's stuck out here; palming his dick while you turn on your vibrator and nestle it against your entrance. your lips purse as you use your other hand to carefully touch your clit, way slower than dabi would've. it almost frustrated him to see going so easy on yourself. if he was in there, he would already be slamming his cock into you and rubbing your clit til it was swollen.

but you were going slow and steady. face contorting as you gradually push the head of your vibrator into your hole; so agonisingly slow that he could see your pussy stretching to accomodate it, and how your walls would occasionally twitch around it.

eventually, with another measured sigh, you fit the whole thing inside you. not that it was of particularly impressive length — his dick was about three times the size of that shitty thing. still, you seemed to be enjoy it. your index finger teased your clit slightly, while your other hand groped your tit and did the same thing to your nipple.

it was an addiciting sight; he'd often forget to blink due to how intently he was watching your creamy pussy froth around that vibrator. "stupid bitch." he hissed quietly to himself, pumping his cock even faster as he watched your back arch off the bed, "so fucking hot.. mph, n' you don't even know it."

your moans were largely nullified by the walls seperating the two of you, but if he held his breath for a moment, he was able to faintly hear your distinctly sweet whines coming from inside, mixing with the whistle of the frosty wind. he'd go light-headed from how often he stopped breathing just so could hear you and those cute little whimpers and the low drumming of the toy.

initially, it felt strange laying on your bed and masterbating with the knowledge that your boyfriend was lurking right outside your window; it was like you could feel his icy stare tingle at your skin. but soon enough, with the aid of the toy furiously itching your needy entrance, you soon lost yourself to the euphoric , hedonistic haze.

your back arched while your ass squirmed against the mattress, like you were trying to escape the unrelenting stimulation, yet eagerly pushing the vibrator straight back in whenever it would slide out your cunt. "ahh, yes.. so good." you purred to yourself with delight as the toy tickled you just right, the tense waves of pleasure causing you to tug at your nipple harshly, searching for more bliss, "fuh— fuck.."

dabi's jaw is clenched so hard, grating his teeth together in turmoil. he's so captivated by you , watching your every move , analysing each lewd facial expression. he's stood so close to the window, his forehead is slightly pressed against it and his laboured breath results in the glass continously fogging up. one hand jerks himself off while the other madly swipes at the condensation at the window, desperately trying to clear it so he can keep a clear view of that gorgeous, drooling pussy. especially as he can tell that you're close.

"keep going. that's it , babe." he encourages quietly, examing your antsy figure — the way your cute toes are curling and what was previously gentle strokes on your clit has devolved to sloppy, repeated slaps. watching you trying to get off without his fat cock is so pathetic. he's been standing out here in the cold for like ten minutes; he would've had you sorted in four.

"m so gunna.." you groan to yourself, barely even able to hear yourself over the powerful vibration noise, in tendem with your hand frantically rubbing your sopping cunt. your brain was too fucked-out to properly coordinate and aim for your clit anymore.

"that's it, baby. almost there." he rasps, narrowing his eyes and feverishly pumping his cock, "fuck, you're right there. cum for daddy. don't be a stupid little tease."

"fuck!" before you could even realise what was happening, you were thrown over the edge, and your pussy was convulsing and gushing around your favourite toy. you hadn't even laid out a towel but you didn't seem to care, as you simply submit to your orgasm and allow the ecstasy to engulf you. not paying any notice to how your raw cunt had squirted all over your bed and floor, staining the sheets and soaking the carpet.

"c'mon. that's right. so wet and filthy." he huffs a chuckles as he feels himself finally come undone at the sight, his hot cum spurting over the wall in front of him and sticking to his own coarse hand, "only thing that pussy's good for — making a mess."

once your climax had subsided, you remain sprawled out on your bed, staring at the ceiling for several beats. "dabi.." you finally whined to yourself. overstimulated, dishevelled and light-headed; still recovering from your high, you idly tweak with your nipple, "come inside."

despite how soft and tired your voice is, dabi can still hear it from behind the window and wastes no time in cleaning himself up (the best he can) and rushing inside to join you in your bedroom.

however, you were simply instructing him to enter the house — but he sorely misinterpretted your command to "come inside", and that miscommuniation was made evident when he was yanking out that vibrator and stuffing his cock its place without hesitation.

AIZAWA ✦ dom / sub

tw + tags ;; dom! aizawa, degradation, praise, creampie, begging, bondage, gags, mentions of oral, heavy impact play & boot riding

in the past, you and aizawa have been somewhat kinky before. handcuffs, occassional choking, light impact play — that sorta stuff. you were acquainted with dom / sub dynamics but you never had the oppertunity to fully immerse yourselves in the fantasy.

well, now, on a random weekend, you've decided to go hardcore.

your bare knees were bruised from the perpetual friction against aizawa's hardwood floor — he's had you tied up , on your knees, shuffling around his bedroom for hours now. your were clad in typical kinky garmets: crotchless black panties, a measly bra, a ball gag, black stockings and garters that was fastened a little too tight. oh, and to complete the look, a pair of handcuffs that were connected by a thin chain to a similar restriction on your ankles, preventing you from standing up.

such a skimpy outfit would typically render you a shivering mess, but aizawa had already very kindly shot his hot load into pussy and ass, warming you right up. for now, your body was left trembling beneath him for other reasons.

he stood in front of you, gripping the bottom of your chin and forcing you to meet his cruel stare. a faint yet amused smile played on his lips, "you've been obidient so far. keeping so still while i fucked that tight ass." he mused, dragging his thumb across your lower lip, which was stretched around the ball gag, perhaps his kindest touch so far, "i'd praise you if it wasn't for the fact that being behaved is your obligation. the bare miniumum. even a dumb whore could do that."

he clicks his tongue, "but i think i owe you some consideration. you're my sweet princess, after all." his strong hands tangle into your roots as they snake behind your head, your heart almost flutters, "even if you are dressed like a slut."

his hands skillfully unclasp your ball gag and allow it to fall off and loudly clatter against the floor. the freedom to move your jaw once agains feels strange at first, and you take a few trials contractions first, and aizawa chuckles at the sight. "like a fish out of water."

you pout at his comparison, "hey, it's a w—"

his hand snap to your throat, and your eyes buldge from shock as his fingers tighten around your airway unexpectedly, "did i give you permission to speak?" he asks in a low voice, leaning over so his face is only inches from yours.

you gulp, then shake your head timidly.

"that's right. so don't." he states with scowl. he straighens himself up and crosses his arms over his chest, "bend over. ass up."

with a quiet sigh, you do as he instructs — trying to stifle the winces and sobs from the pain of shuffling around on your already bruised knees. still, you lean forward and with your cheek pressed firmly against the floor, you prop yourself up on your bent knees so your ass is in the air. it's a strange and uncomfortable position, since your ankles were connected to your wrists by a chain. but it's perfect for flogging , which is all aizawa cares about.

"this is lesson about not speaking unless spoken to. one that i hope you remember." he picks up a paddle from nearby and strikes your ass with the flat surface, revelling in your cute gasps. they have previously been muffled by the gag, but now your mouth was entirely free and all those delicious noises were music to his ears. he hit your ass with the paddle again and again, enjoying each little whimper and flinch, until your ass was painted with the impact.

"you understand what you did wrong now?" he asked, roughly massaging your tender with his palm, "and will you do it again?"

you can't shake your head since your face is pressed on the floor, so instead you simply press your lips into a line and stay silent. a decision which earns you your first instance of praise for the night, "that's my girl." he ruffles your already dishevelled hair, "such a quick learner. so doting and ready to do whatever i say, huh?"

though you can't see it since he stood behind you, he frowns. his brows furrowing together contemplatively, "hm, my plan was to leave you on the ground with a vibrator in your hole, sit over there and watch as i edge you all night." he motions to the edge of his bed. "but you've just been so good. maybe i should use your throat as a cocksleeve and fuck the words out of that pretty little mouth."

he ambles over to your front where you can see him, and looks down at you expectantly, "what do you think, angel?"

his voice is silkly smooth, and lures you in a siren call. for a moment, you have a lapse in judgement and respond, "i would really—"

"what did i just say?" he paddles your ass. but not in a structured manner like before; now he's just slamming the paddle against your ass over and over, until your squirming to get away (to no avail). "what did i tell you about talking? too dumb to retain information for more than two fucking minutes?"

"i thought i could speak if i was spoken to!" you cry, your entire body bouncing with each hard slap.

"and now you're talking back!"

he raises his voice at you, causing tears to prick at your eyes. even though he knows you have a safeword that you're choosing not to use, the lover in aizawa still can't bring himself to keep berating you and smacking your ass when you look so defeated. thus, he stops.

"and you were doing so well too." sighing, he trudged over to the bed and sat on the edge. looking down at you with a scornful expression, he grumbles, "to think, i was almost going to satisfy that oral fixation of yours. but not anymore, you don't deserve it."

he crosses his arms, and thinks it over for moment, "you don't even deserve the edging either. that would be too gracious for dumb girl like you." he shakes his head, allowing his eyes to drift shut during a torturously prolonged silence. " 'm just going to nap."

nap?! during your dom / sub fantasy roleplay?! wtf..

"if you want, because i'm kind and i love you too much, i'll let you use my boot." he gestures to his right shoe , which he kicks out slightly for emphasis. it's the same dirty combat boots that he wears everywhere; firm black laces climbing his ankles and matte wrinkles in every crevice. you can't remember the last time you saw him clean those things.

"your boot?" you confirm.

"mhm." he hums, entertained by your bemused expression, "if you beg for it."

"wouldn't that hurt?" you inquire innocently. the thought of scraping your pussy against those thick laces made you shudder.

he shrugs.

"it is clean?"

"probably not. but you're going to beg for it either way, aren't you, slut?" he commands through gritted teeth.

you nod eagerly, in desperate need for some sort of stimulation, "i need your boot so bad. please, aizawa.. mister.. sir.." you fumble over his nickname, forgetting which one he prefers. when you gaze up at him for advice, he only glares down at you with fierce contempt, startling you into continuation, "please let me fuck myself on it. i've.. i've been bad and your boot is all i deserve."

"you don't deserve even this." he corrects.

"i— i don't deserve it." you hiccup, teary-eyed, "but would you please still let me? you're the most handsome, smart and merciful man i know and it wo—"

"flattery won't get you anywhere."

"please! i know i'm a dummy and i can't follow simple instructions but i'm really sorry. please, if you give me this i won't ask you for anything ever again. i'm aching and i need this. please."

aizawa narrow his eyes as he mulls over his final decision. then, with a sigh, he aggressively pinches your cheek, "you're lucky you're so cute." he groans as he leans back on the bed, his legs still hanging over the edge. "fine. knock yourself out. just don't be too loud. daddy's trying to sleep."

while he huffs out a defeated sigh and starts to relax on the bed, you shuffle forward and mount his shoe, gasping at the sharp contact of his stiff laces against your soft cunt. your juices seep across his boot, adding a sticky sheen to the leather. excited by the stimulation, you begin to move — desperate for even more. and what starts as you slowly rocking your hips back and forth against his shoe, quickly devolves into you shamelessly riding it. panting and moaning as you bounce up and down on the rough material.

"shota! hah— thank you!" you whine, clinging onto his leg with your face pressed against his knee. soon, you were lost in the feeling of your sopping cunt kissing his boot and the delicious friction of your clit dragging against it. "ngh, so much!"

since he had previously brought you to your orgasm several times tonight, your toleance has been greatly wounded and the molten knot in your core was quivering after only a couple minutes of riding his boot. wordlessly, when he can sense you're getting close, he reaches an arm forward and places in on your head, patting and stroking your hair.

with a final rut and scrape of your sensitive folds down the unforgiving length of his laces, you came gushing onto his shoe and trembled against his leg as you did so.

breathy, lewd pleas spilled from your mouth as you climaxed, muttering to yourself since you physically couldn't scream anymore. "shota, yes— thank you so much, i'm— fuck!"

he smiles at your nonsensical babbling, and continues to caress your hair, "you're welcome, angel. now, come lie down with me."

HAWKS ✦ chef x waitress

tw + tags ;; foodplay, slight anal, brief oral (f! receiving), degradation & knife play (mostly foreplay tbh)

what can you say? hawks is an eccentric that's into freaky shit. therefore, when he told he booked you both in for a night at a famous love hotel, you were elated but not terribly surprised — that totally sounds like something he'd do.

but what did surprise you, was when you walked into the room he reserved and saw the decorations and theme. nothing could've prepared you for that.

"waitress! get in here!" keigo hollered, and you quickly scurried into the room. it was difficult to move in the outfit he gave you; it was distictly sexed-up waitress uniform. the skirt was unfathomably short, to the point it required you to take micro-steps as you walked, otherwise you'd be at risk of it riding up passed your ass. the torso was slightly more modest: you had a regular white shirt, albeit it was far too small for you and the buttons were threatening to pop around your bust; there was also a black waistcoat and a cute bow-tie. oh, and how could you forget the glossy platform stilletos he has you prancing around in — you did attempt to explain to him that no minimum wage employee in the world attends work wearing high-heels, but he implored you play into his fantasy, and it's hard saying no to him.

that's why you had to lurch into the faux-kitchen, grabbing onto the walls and any nearby surface for balance. "uh— yes, chef?" you stutter.

hawks is stood at the other side of the kitchen, near the sink with a chopping board laid out in front of him. you can't criticise him too much for wanting you to dress up, as he was very committed to this roleplay too, as you could tell by his full chef's whites and matching hat. There wasn't even a hole in the back of the shirt for his wings so he had to stuff them undernearth; the sacrifices he makes!

with two knives — one in each hand — hawks rapidly started slicing up a tomato, the harsh impact of his blade against the board causing juice to splatter around him. he even made a performance out of it; throwing the knives in the air and catching them behind his back, or spinning them around on the tip of his finger like a basketball. It was almost as impressive as it was terrifying.

eventually, he stopped and dramatically dropped his knives onto the surface. then, spun around on his heels to face you, wearing an uncharacteristically 'intimidating' smolder. it took everything in you not to chortle at the sight. "a little birdie told me you've been disrespecting my craft." he tilts his head, "is that true?"

you raise your eyebrow, unsure where he's going with this, but willing to play along. "depends what you mean by that."

"oh, i think you know exactly what i mean!" he calls out, then clasps his hands behind his back and begins to saunter towards you, each step slow and deliberate. "your co-workers told me that you started a rumour that the salmon in my niçoise salad is grilled and not smoked." he says in a low voice, circling you, "what do you have to say for yourself?"

you can't help but freeze up under his harsh scruntiny. deep down you know this man is literally just your silly, sexy boyfriend who is simply acting like an austere chef. yet you still feel your stomach churn as his penetrating eyes drag over your scandily-clad body; it's as though the logical part of your brain was malfunctioning and you could only perceive the man standing in front of you as a michelin-star restaurant owner with a bad temper and immediate access to knives. the magic of roleplay.

thus, you gulp and croak out, "i'm— uh, sorry?"

hawks dramatically takes a step back and gasps, balling his fists over his chest in complete shock. his jaw dropped but it quickly snaps such when his face switches to a scowl. "your're 'uh, sorry'?" he chastises, over exaggerating your folly. then, when you open your mouth to respond, he harshly smacks your ass — and it stings , largely due to the fact your short skirt left you with virtually no protection. the impact causes you to stumble, but you're able to catch yourself before falling over.

"not good enough." he tuts, shaking his head. he grandly points to the centre island. "bend over. i'm going to teach you an important lesson about respecting food."

your eyebrows furrow with confusion, but still, you hung your head and pad towards the kitchen surface, "yes, chef." you murmur, moving carefully as to not stumble in your tall heels. when you bend over the kitchen isalnd, your feet don't quite reach the floor, and your skirt is basically just decoration, since your entire ass is now on display.

following you, his hand caresses your thigh lovingly, as he beholds the gorgeous sight of your drooling pussy afore him. granted, it partially covered by your lacey thong, but that wouldn't be the case for long. licking his lips, he places a kiss in area where he spanked you, and the skin is still searing, "you okay, baby?" he mutters in his regular voice, speaking into the plush fat of your ass.

"yes, keigo." you try to nod with your cheek pressed against the cool metal countertop.

"alright. then be quiet and take like a good little waitress." you can practically hear him smirking as he talks. the tip of his tongue dips between your folds, obstructed by the fabric of your panties. he relishes in the wet warmth of your sex, but doesn't indulge himself for too long. hastily, he straightens himself and retracts his face from your pussy — lest he is tempted to eat you out, when really you're in dire need of punishment.

he affectionately cups your cunt with his palm, then his demeanour switches instantly as he hooks his fingers under your panties and tears them clean off. leaving your ass and damp pussy entirely exposed, and he can't help but smirk at the sight, "awh, so excited already, baby?" he teases, sliding his middle fingers between your slick folds, caressing your labia.

perhaps the reveal of your sex had the real hawks slipping out from behind the chef role he was attempting to portray. his words were melting into an inflection more tantilising and sweet, rather than stern and merciless. but he's quick to return to the abbrasive man he was trying to embody, "think you can just get away with saying whatever the hell you want about my cooking?" he chides, smacking your ass once more, causing you to whimper in reaction at the layered ache, "not this time. once i'm done with you, you'll think twice before opening that stupid mouth of yours."

then, you can feel the tip of his shining kitchen knife poke the back of your neck. not deep enough to pierce the skin, but still enough to make your blood rush to your head. "understand me, slut?" he rasps, harshly squeezing a handful of your ass with his other hand.

"yes, chef." is all you're able to choke in response.

there's a strange crunching noise behind you, which somewhat baffles you, until you see keigo's hand come down in front of you, holding an apple. "bite down on this and keep quiet. can't let the customers hear what i'm doing to you." the apple is dangling right in front of your mouth, however he's angled it in such a way that the only part accessible to you is the part he's already taken a bite out of. demeaning, but you've shared food with him before, so you don't think much of it when you sink your teeth into the half-eaten fruit.

"hm, you're an obidient little waitress, huh?" he says scornfully, roughly massaging your ass in the palm of his hands, "so keen to do anything your boss tells you to." his fingers prod and tease your wet hole, charmed by how desperately your tight pussy tries to lure him in. "even when i'm just trying to humiliate you."

before you can even question what he means by that, you feel his thumb grip into your ass cheek to pull them apart, while his other finger lovingly strokes your winking hole. your eyes screw shut and your body tenses with embarrassment against the metal surface — case and point. "so cute." he muses, then clears his throat and corrects, "for a useless whore."

you could tell he was having a hard time staying in character when he has his gorgeous lover splayed out in a waitress costume for him, but he definitely tries. he swallows the lump in his throat, then retracted his finger from your entrance and replaces it with something long and smooth, with a jagged tip.

oh, fuck.

a cucumber. the tip is round against your blinking hole and you can tell from the feleing alone that it's too girthy for you to take, but he prods your entrance with it regardless. "shit. you like it, bitch? cos your needy ass is asking for it." he speaks as though he's almost of breath, "think you can take it?"

you furiously shake your head. well, as much as you can while your cheek is against the surface top and you've got an apple-gag in your mouth. although there wasn't anything restraining your hands so you could remove it from your mouth, but considering the previous vitriol he had, you suspect it's better to keep it there.

"no? what, is it too big for you or something?" he mocks, clearly able to witness the size difference himself, yet he still tortures you a bit more by pressing the end of the vegetable even further against your hole. almost daring to penetrate. "too big for my innocent waitress?" your eyes screwed shut in anticipation of the terrific stretch, but you were left in suspense as keigo just sighed and put it aside.

if he was just the slightest bit more evil, he would have the gall to push that cucumber right up your tight ass and watch you squirm and writhe beneath him as you struggle to take it. but unfortunately, he adores you too much and simply cannot bare it. maybe he isn't built for this 'roleplay' stuff.

"you're lucky that i love you.." he grumbles, and you can't help but laugh a little into your apple.

IIDA ✦ professor x student

tw + tags ;; oral (f!receiving), inappropriate academic relationships, praise, brief hair pulling (giving).

it requires the utmost level of stubbornness and mental fortitude in order to convince the ingenium to roleplay professor / student with you.

but thankfully for you have that man whipped beyond words, and that's how you end up in a themed love hotel together, dressed up in your respective roles' outfits.

he's sat at his desk grading papers (they are actually sodokus you printed out — now he doesn't need to pretend to be focussed, he just is), wearing a perfectly ironed white shirt and navy slacks, and a matching tie. his hair, which also conveniently coordinates with the colour scheme, is slicked back with stiff gel, with a singular strand hanging free.

meanwhile, you saunter up to his desk wearing the outfit you curated especially to get iida in the mood — you're wearing his favourite black tennis skirt, with matching shoes. it's well established that whenever you try to leave the house wearing this skirt with tenya, the plans are immediately canceled and you will not be arriving at your destination that day.

additionally, you're wearing the generic college sweater the hotel provided. it's literally just a comfy red sweater with the word 'college' embroidered into the front. still, you found it cute.

when you place your hand on his desk, he looks up from his papers, and went you lock eyes, he smiles, "(y/n). nice to see you." he puts his pen down and motions for you to sit in the chair opposite him, "take a seat. what brings you into my office today?"

his voice is a little more robotic than it usually it, but you can't be too mad at him for it. at least he's trying. you sit down, and cross your legs, allowing your skirt to ride up your thigh dangerously high, "hi, professor ingenium."

professor ingenium? why didn't you just say iida? now you're making him sound like a dc supervillain. perhaps roleplaying doesn't come as naturally as you originally thought.

you exhale sharply out your nose, "i just came to enquire about the final mark for the essay i submitted." you bat your eyes at him, and you can see iida visibly tense in his chair. he clears his throat and responds in a croak, "uh, right. and what is your inquiry?" he bashfully pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose and averts his eyes. you're the one who is supposed to be playing the student, so why is he acting like a nervous schoolboy?!

regardless, you elaborate in the most seductive tone you can muster, "it's just that you've given me a 65%. but in order for me to attain a first class honours, i need at least a 70%."

iida stares at you're cute face, and has to remind himself that it's not his sweet girlfriend who he's talking to, but rather a student of his fake course. thus, he clears his throat and states, "well, i'm sorry that you won't be achieving a first-class honours. but a 2:1 is still something to be very proud of." his focus swiftly returns to the papers he's grading.

"uh— it's just—" you stammer, not expecting him to be so curt. but you entertain it, assuming that he's just playing hard-to-get. "i was wondering if there was anything i could do to, y'know.." your legs are corssed under the table, and one stretches forward to stroke the side of his calf with yours. "—raise my grade?"

his eyes widen, and his body jolts slightly to meet your sultry gaze. still, he's firm in his notion, "unfortunately, since this is your research essay, there is no window for appeals. all marks are final." he loosens his tie slightly, suddenly feeling it to be extremely restrictive and sweltering.

since his eyes hastily land back upon his paper, he doesn't notice the way your eyebrows furrow together with frustration at his obstinacy. still, you're determined to crack him. "but professor," you whine with a pout, sneaking you finger under his chin and guiding it up so he can look at your pleading face, "aren't i your favourite student? can't you make an exception for me? just this once."

"you are.." his voice trails off, losing himself in your enchanting eyes while a blush creeps over his cheeks, "my favourite."

he huffs, turning away and grabbing your wrist to remove it from his chin, "but unfortunately i can't make an exception for any one student, because then i would need to make an exception for every student, and then where would i be?" he explains firmly, gripping your wrist harshly until he realises, then he lets you go and simply folds his arms over his chest, "so i believe we're done here."

"but i—"

"please leave my office before i contact your department head and inform them of your behaviour; attempting to weaponise your raging sexuality to seduce your professor into giving you a better mark. tsk." he shakes his head disapprovingly, and you simply huff.

now it's your turn to cross your arms and gripe, "tenya! what are you doing? you're totally ruining my fantasy student / professor roleplay.." you grumble, using his name to signify you were speaking out-of-character.

iida perks up at the sudden shift in your demeanour, and a sudden wave of guilt washes over him to see you in such an upset mood, due to his actions, "my— my apologies. i really didn't mean to ruin this for you, sweetheart." he reaches forward and rigidly strokes your shoulder with his hand, "but i thought you wanted me to be difficult. i recall you claiming to 'enjoy the pursuit'."

"well, yeah. i asked you to play hard-to-get. not impossible-to-get."

iida presses his lips into a line, seeming to realise his errors in recollection. he stands from his chair slightly so he can lean in and press a tender, loving kiss to your forehead. when he returns to his chair, he smiles softly at you, "i see, dear. if you'd like, we could again from the beginning, and i promise to be a bit more willing, this time around."

you grin, and nod at his offer. eagerly springing up from your seat to leap back to where you started. but not without pecking his cheek first, "that would be perfect, tenya. thank you."

as you were before, you saunter up to iida's desk while he is doing his sudoku, and he pretend to not notice you until you arrive. only then does he perk up and gaze at you, "(y/n). my favourite student. please, take a seat." he gestures to the chair opposite him, and you hastily sit down. "to what do i owe this pleasure?"

you can't help but smile, immediately picking up on his change of attitude. you happily cross your legs once again and explain, "it's just that— i'm a bit disappointed with the grade you gave me on my research paper. so, i was wondering if there was anything i could do to convince you to change my 65 to a 70?"

perhaps he's taking his role as your professor too seriously, but the thoughts he's having about you in that short skirt make him feel genuinely perverted. he gulps them down for now, and replies, "i suppose altering your score by five marks wouldn't be too much of a hassle." he reaches forward and cups your cheek in his hand, "especially not for my favourite student."

you smile, leaning into his touch. but it's swiftly yanked away from you, and settles back on his lap, "however, going into the system and changing your mark is a massive risk. my superiors may notice and grill me about why i did it, and what would i say then?" he tilts his head, and pauses as though he's actually awaiting a response.

although, as soon as you open your mouth to give him one, he interjects, "i could lose my tenure, or my job entirely because of favouritism." he says, pushing his glasses back up the bridge of his nose, "so, i suppose what i'm asking is, what can you offer to make the risk worthwhile?"

his tone is low and deliciously foreboding, and it causes your throat to dry up from terror. he's really backed you into a corner and it's utterly electrifying. you have to press your legs together to contain your excitement, "well, i could pay you $50." you sheepishly tug a strand of hair behind your ear.

iida's growing erection aches with need, but he can't help but feel that this is karma for what he did to you before. "unfortunately, i don't think $50 will suffice." he sighs, eyes lecherously scraping over your body. you've been together for so long and he's had you so many times before, but to him you're like a drug; each hit only fuels his addiction. it's jarring, like he's never craved someone or something so badly before.

"oh, okay. well.." you start, slowly standing up from your chair and strolling around to the other side of the desk, so you can perch your ass on the surface, hands bracing yourself at the edge. you're barely sat on it, most of your weight is distributed across your feet, but the desk still caused your skirt to ride up slightly. and you noticed as iida's wandering eyes lingered on your tempting skin, soon followed by his hand against you.

his stare was fixed on your legs, carefully watching as his hand against your soft thigh ventured under the fabric of your skirt, until he was virtually holding your ass. he glanced up at you for confirmation, at which you smiled. "is there anything else you would want from me?"

he caressed your plush skin in his palm, and shuffled his chair closer to you, "absolutely." he murmured, gazing up at you with hearts in his eyes. and smirk, and lean down to whisper in his ear, your hot breath sending sparks down his spine. "and what might that be, professor?"

you straighten yourself up, and see that he's now wearing an entirely blank expression, as though his mind is still trying to process your suggestive words. eventually, he's able to shakily gulp, and stand up, removing his hand from under your skirt in the process. "if you don't mind." he places his hands on your hips and guides you off the desk. it confuses you for just a moment, before he dramatically sweeps everything right off his desk and allows it all to tumble onto the floor, his papers scattering in the process.

you're not even given a moment to react to his brash actions, for he pushes you back down onto the desk, so you're sat atop it with your legs wrapped around his hips, and his hand on your thigh to secure them. "my sweet (y/n)." he mutters against your skin as he peppers gentle kisses from your cheek down your neck. "you're so beautiful, darling. and so tempting." you can hear the physical strain in his voice as he speaks. your hand ends up behind his head, resting on the back of his neck, "if— you'd allow me to indulge, just this once, i'd be happy to improve your grade."

"please do."

and iida wasn't going to ask twice. as soon as the world exitted your mouth, he dropped too his knees, placing his hands between your thighs to he could keep them completely spread. once his face is aligned with your cunt, there's no further obstacles between him and your drooling hole — your skirt was short enough that it didn't pose much of an interference at all, and your panties were so wet that they essentially clung to your lips like a second skin.

"so gorgeous." he muses, stroking your damp folds with his thumb, admiring how soaked you are already. his words were so tender yet his grip on your legs was anything but. his nails dug into your skin and fought to keep your legs as far apart as possible. his cheek rests against your thigh as his face nears your cunt, "i can tell you've been a good girl. so pristine."

his words were so nasty and perverted they left a sour taste. and in order to mask it, he was eager to experience the taste of you instead. once he peeled off those pesky panties and discarded them, he was left staring at your entirely bare pussy, breathless and astounded by the enticing sight.

reluctantly, he leaned forward and closed his eyes as he locked his mouth onto your cunt, his lips carefully sweeping against your sensitive labia. each movement he makes is cautious yet deliberate, attempting to get as close to you as possible and suck in as much of your juices as he can. he keeps going, lips working at an increasingly furious pace as he desperately tries to satiate his hunger.

"mmph— (y/n), sweetheart." he groans into your cunt, so close that the cold lense of his glasses is pressed right up against your aching clit. "you— ah.." he suddenly breaks away, inhaling deep, staggered breaths while he woes over how quickly he lost himself in your heat. he slides his glasses off and momentarily appreciates how your slick has already stained his lenses. he folds the legs and places them aside, in his desk drawer.

when he returns to his rightful position between his legs, he looks up at you and quirks a brow, "enjoying yourself?" the rough pad of his thumb finds your needy clit, and begins to circle it painfully slow. this causes you to moan lightly, and respond with an airy, "y— yeah." your legs twitching in his hand tells him everything he needs to know.

"yes who?"

"yes, professor." you whine, which is then followed by another guttural moan which is ripped from you when iida's lips connect to your cunt once again, suckling on your folds and finally allowing his tongue to delve into your hole. one strong arm hooked around your thigh to keep you in place, with his hand groping at the plush fat, while his other hand focuses on your clit, pinching and teasing it, continiously drawing cute noises from you.

"mrphh, sweetheart. so good." he grumbles into your slobbering hole, aggressively thrusting his tongue into you over and over, emitting a lewd squelching each time. your fingers twirl into his navy locks, stiff due to the hairgel but your need for something to cling to defies it. your grip is brutal yet he doesn't mind, he's far too absorbed in making out sloppily with your sweet cunt.

"nngh— professor. faster, please." you whimper, a molten wire coiling in your abdomen with each smooth movement of his tongue into your tight hole, pushing against your restrictive walls. the vibrations of his mouth against your damp labia too made you light-headed, soon your arms were giving out and you were left to slide down onto the desk, until your back was arching against the surface.

his thumb gyrated against your clit, while his tongue plowed into you relentless. at first his action were poise and deliberate but now he's devolved into starving mess, attacking your bare cunt with his mouth and letting his tongue carelessly thrash around your insides.

and he just kept going, mercilessly until you were nothing but a moaning, fucked-out pool of arousal. soon enough, both your legs were trembling, and your needy whines were increasing in pitch, and tenya had rearrnged your guts enough enough times to know what that means. thus, despite his jaw being ready to lock, he persevere and continues to lap at your folds and pierce into your hole.

until you're coming undone against his face, the brittle wire in the pit of your stomach finally crumbling away with his unending thrusts. molten warmth emenates from your core and spreads throughout your entire body, tingling at your extremties and causing your toes to curl in ecstacy.

"iida.." you mewl aimlessly, nails struggling to find purchase on the smooth desk beneath you. "fuck." you groan, and he responds to your targeted cries from between your thighs, face still buried against your slick cunt.

"sweetie. that's it." he kneads the meat of your thigh in his hand while his tongue drags in you, creating the most delicious friction against your twitching walls and coaxing you through your high. "mm, finish for me, angel." he urges, a hungry growl lacing into his voice, as he continues to frantically eat you out, not faltering even when your sopping pussy feebly clings onto him.

eventually, your tense legs finally give out entirely in his arms, and your whiny cries of pleasure fade away into staggered heaves. when it appears that your climax has fully subsided, only then does tenya retract his mouth from your cunt.

you look down at him, and you can't help but smile; your austere boyfriend with his lower face smeared with your slick, and his previous gel-rigid hair has become dishevelled with sweat and fervour. clearly out of breath, he look up at you with his piercing red eyes, and he opens his mouth to say something but upon noticing your red jumper with the word 'college' written across it, he suddenly remembers that he's still in the middle of a roleplay. thus, he swallows whatever it was he was about to say, and instead offers:

"that was.. excellent. i think i'd be willing to raise your grade by another 5%, if you'd finish for me again?"

BAKUGO ✦ pizza delivery man x homeowner

tw + tags ;; vaginal, heavy degradation, rough sex, brief hair pulling, impact play, anal fingering, spitting & creampie.

never in a million years would you ever be able to convince bakugo to roleplay with you, and make him take it seriously. so in order to live out your fantasy, you had to devise an alternative route.

after he finished his work for the day, you'd invite him over to your place. however, you'd inform him that you ordered a pizza for the two of you to share, and request that he picks it up from the shop on his way over.

then, as soon as he arrives at your doorstep with the pizza, your plan is put in motion.

there's not a missed beat between the doorbell chiming, and your door swinging open to reveal you stood an oddly regal robe, tailored of silk that reached the floor. it was elegant yet casual, and he's never seen you in it before — you just about took his breath away, but he tried his best to hide his enthrallment by averting his eyes and spitting, "what the hell are you wearing? think you're some kind of princess?"

ignoring his bitter remarks, you play along to the script you had prepared in your mind. beaming, you happily accepted the pizza and chirped, "thank you so much for delivering this pizza. but i—" your voice trailed off and your expression dropped into a far more awkward one, as you begin frantically glancing around and checking the various pockets of your robe.

"you what?"

"i don't have any money to pay you with." you pout, batting your eyelashes at him and inwardly praying that he would catch onto your vibe.

bakugo simply tilted his head, and glared at you. there is a prolonged silence in which you hope that he's processing your strange behaviour and coming to the realisation that you're trying to roleplay with him, but his next words vanquish that notion, "what? you don't have to pay me back, idiot. think i can't afford a cheap ass pizza?"

"of course i need to pay you." you grit, staring at him with deranged wide-eyes that almost make him shudder. then, you ultimately sigh, "y'know what, i think i might have some change in my purse. why don't you step inside for a moment while i go upstairs and check? i'd hate to make you wait out here in the cold."

okay, now bakugo was truly dumbfounded. it was the evening, and the sun was setting but it still wasn't particularly cold — in fact, it was quite a moderate temperature. he huffs, unsure of what you're playing at but too drained from work to question it, "whatever." he enters your house and allows you to hastily close the door behind him.

he's been to your house plenty of times before, and from the way you pleaded for him to come over, he anticipated that he was going to stay the night. so naturally, he moves to take his shoes off like he usually does, but instead you turn around and insist, "uh no! keep those on, i won't be long." you flash him a cute smile before you dart upstairs, presumably to fetch your wallet like you said.

astonished, katsuki is unsure what to do. thus, he just crosses his arms and waits, mulling over what could've happened to cause you to act so strangely. but it isn't long before you come strolling down the stairs, dejectedly explaining, "i can't seem to find my purse either. i'm so sorry."

"don't be sorry, i already told you that it's fi—" his grumbling is cut off by you suddenly approaching him with intensity, slipping your arms around his shoulders and pulling yourself in until your chest is pressed against his. when he peers down at you, the fold in your robe allows him to see your cleavage, and he can tell by your sly smirk that it was on purpose.

"do you take any alternative forms of payment?"

the realisation comes crashing down on him like a pile of bricks and essentially knocks the air out of lung. a flurry of emotions fills his chest; slight embarrassment that he didn't pick up on what you were doing far sooner, but mostly raging lust and desire. now he needs to see what you've got on under that stupid robe.

a match smirk tugs at his lips, and his arms instantly lock around your waist, keeping you as close as physically possible, " 'alternative payment' huh? i guess that could work." he clicks his tongue, hands trailing down from your waist until he's able to aggressively grab two handfuls of your ass, causing you to jolt in his arms. "you're gunna have to take this slutty robe off first." he rumbles into your ears, lips so close that they brush against it.

reluctantly escaping his grasp, you pad a few feet away from him so he can get the full view of your body as you drop your robe, to reveal the nothingness you had on underneath. you even gave him a little twirl so he could see it from all your best angles.

fuck, he thought, gulping. to be fair, he probably should've expected that, yet he was foolish enough to think that his needy girlfriend would've at put on some sexy lingerie for him. although, he probably would've torn it all off you anyway, so it was a worthless investment, really. especially as his favourite thing to see you wearing is nothing.

he has to bite his lip to contain all the praise and affectionate garble he was going to start spilling upon seeing your gorgeous body bare before him. once his eyes are fulfilled in coursing over your figure and soaking in all of your pretty curves, his hand finds its place on your hip as he pulls you back into his chest.

"there's my girl.." he mutters under his breath, a smirk tugging at his lips as he feels your plush tits pressed against him. he wasn't much for praise but letting one sweet remark slip wasn't awfully damaging to his ego; he's just a man, after all — a man in the presence of the most breath-taking woman he's ever had the pleasure of laying his eyes upon. hence, saying some cheesy things about you wasn't a big deal.

" 'm not your girl, katsuki." you whisper harshly into his ear, which causes him to stiffen. usually you melt at his terms of endearment, but now you were responding pretty oddly, "i'm just a random lady whose pizza you delivered. why can't you get that through your thick skull?"

right after the words exited your mouth, a gasp is ripped from you as the flat of bakugo's hand makes sharp contact with your ass cheek. your features pinch at the impact, which only causes him to chuckle briefly and grope a fistful of ass in his strong hand. "who the fuck do think you're talking to, bitch?" his tone is gruff and sinister, and he has the intense expression to match, yet there is an adoring glint in his eyes that reassures you that, despite his words, he's still completely down bad for you.

you shrug playfully, in stark contrast to his fierce demeanour, "you gunna take your payment or what?" you tease, nuzzling up your exposed body against his entirely clothed one, while leaning up to meet his lips for a delicate kiss, "or are you just gunna let me off the hook this time?"

katsuki couldn't help but smile against your lips. he wasn't really kissing back but that was only because he was too preoccupied thinking about his next actions; he wasn't all too expert at this 'roleplay' stuff, but he did know one thing for certain:

"nothing ever comes free, lady." his eyelids flutter shut, and he presses a fleeting yet rough kiss on your lips just once. in tandem with his hand on your ass tightening its grip, to the point his hold on you was partially lifting you off your feet for a moment. then, he relaxed, staring into your eyes when he said, "so, bend over."

you blink once, baffled by his curt suggestion, but you weren't given much time to process it before he leans down and grumbles in your ear, "don't make me say it again."

in an instant, you drop to the floor, scrambling into the position where you're bracing yourself on your elbows and your knees are bent so that your ass is in the air. fully on display for him; no lingerie or clothing obstructing his view of your glistening cunt. the lewd sight almost made him like his lips. "so fucking pretty." he murmured to himself.

your eagerness and speed also caused him to laugh scornfully as he lowered himself onto his knees to join you, "there's a table right there but your needy ass doesn't have the patience, huh?" he chides, motioning your coffee table which was situated only a few paces away from the foyer, "need that hole filled so bad you couldn't walk three steps. you seriously want me to wreck you on the damn ground?"

you mumble something in response, the words muffled by your cheek pressed against the hardwood floor — an unhygienic and demeaning experience, yet it only added to the arousal dripping between your legs. however, katsuki didn't accept muted noises as a response, hence he roughly tugged on your hair, and demanded, "speak up."

"i need you to wreck me on the floor!" it comes out as more of a cry than you would've liked, but on the bright side, the struggle and need laced in your voice is exactly what it takes to push katsuki over the edge and end the agonising foreplay. almost.

he grins, "say it again and i might."

"wreck me on the floor, katsuki.." you whine defeatedly, suppressing languid moans at the way his fingers brushed over your aching clit.

" 'katsuki'. how'd you know that? i didn't even tell you my name. i'm just some random pizza delivery guy that you're letting use your hole, remember?" he tests, massaging your damp folds with his fingers and relishing in how wet you are, while carelessly taunting your clit with little regard for the fretful moans he'd lure out of you, "you're a slut, you know that, right?"

he doesn't even wait for a response before he spreads your lips with his thumb, admiring the sight of your splayed out cunt. coated with a glossy sheen of slick from how fucking badly you need him, and his erection throbs at the sight. the lewd discomfort provokes him; and although he enjoys making you sob with desperation, now that he was the one seeking release, he's quick to act on it.

thus, you can hear him unzip his fly and the next thing you know, you can feel the fat head of his cock making contact with your soaked cunt. he dips between your folds and greases his tip with your arousal, even pressing himself against your sensitive clit just to watch you squirm. then he nestles himself by your entrance, and you can almost feel his precum leaking into you.

then, without warning, he shoves his bulbous tip right into you — followed by his shaft, and the rest of his cock, until he's bottomed out and your entrance is twitching around his base. "ah— fuck. just like that. fuck yeah." he groans to himself, and he can't help but smile like a madman at the way your perfect cunt grips onto him like a vice.

a pained cry is torn from you with each inch you take, which only makes him laugh, "didn't think you could do it." he grits, referring to how your pussy struggles to accommodate his monstrous length, like it usually does. "but you take it like a champ." he pinches your clit, causing you to gasp, then pats it twice, as though that was some form of praise in his eyes.

slowly, his hips start to rock against yours. and his massive size is pulled out of your hole, only to be slammed back inside in less than a second. each time, the dull stretch of your walls around him sends a wave of bliss coursing through your body. with the way his thrusts increase in power as he progresses, it's not long until his cock is rattling your internal organs and causing your limbs to tremble beneath you.

"you just give this pussy out to whatever moron that comes knocking at your door?" he huffs, eyebrows knitted together as he's concentrated on plowing into you — at that specific angle where he knows his tip will be brushing against that spongy spot within you.

despite his furious pumping and the fact he can audible hear your delirious moaning as you're fucked into the floor, he seemingly still expects a response and slaps your ass violently when he doesn't receive one, "you gunna answer me, slut?"

"i— ngh, shit—" you groan feebly into the floorboards, clawing at them in search of an inch of solace from bakugo's relentless attack on your abused hole. "uhm, i d— ah, don't— fuck!" you squeal, eyes screwing shut as his fat cock rams the words right out of your brain. frankly you have no idea what you were going to say, or even what the question was.

"fucked you dumb already, huh? you're a pretty useless whore if you can't handle big dick." he says gruffly, gripping your ass and spreading your cheeks to admire your other needy hole. he smirks at the idea that occurs to him, and then gargles slightly before spitting straight on it. using his finger to maneuver it over your entrance, his own saliva serves as lubricant for when he plunges his thumb straight into your ass. resulting in your whole body tensing, and your pussy specifically clamping down on his cock, and drawing a stifled grunt from him, "oh, you like that? never taken it up the ass before?"

his hips move simultaneously with his thumb that continues to slam into your puckered asshole. meanwhile, his dick splits you open with a determination and urgency you've likely never seen from him before. it's like he's got some sort of undying hatred welling within him that he needs to expel; he truly fucks you like he's mad at you.

and if you didn't know any better, you might think he is with all the crude comments he mutters under his breath while his eyes are zero'd in on your tight hole swallowing him and spitting him out repeatedly, "stupid bitch.." he grumbles, almost panting from the way he rapidly rutted into you, "don't know what you fucking do t' me."

something about his rude and degrading words causing the coil contorting in your stomach to finally snap, releasing a swarm of molten ecstasy that courses through you. this overwhelming pleasure cleared any coherent thought in your mind and must've nullified any sense you had left, as your arms suddenly go limp and your torso drops towards the floor. when the blazing heat reaches your pussy, your walls begin to constrict and spasm around his already aching cock.

now it was his turn to whine and heave like a bitch in heat. he unplug his thumb from your ass so he can plant both his hands on your hips to keep you from squirming away, "shit, baby.." he coughed, closing his eyes so he could properly savour the feeling of your tight pussy fluttering around his length, "just stay like that for me. c'mon."

he groans, and you lay exhausted, with your ass still up for him to continue thrusting into your worn, dripping hole, desperately chasing his high. "fuck, (y/n). 'm right there." he hisses, hand gripping onto your ass for dear life. while the other one moves to sloppily circle your clit; each movement was jaded and rushed, as though this was his attempt to thank you for letting him use you like a cocksleeve. "so good f' me. stay like that. tight little cumdump."

and it's as though the mere mention of cum was a trigger word, that had him toppling over the edge of his climax in seconds. you both let out matching sighs as his cock went limp inside your snug walls, depositing his seed deep inside you, where it belonged. although you were largely desensitised with the various fluids pooling in your pussy already.

"shit." he curses, hastily removing his cock from you. despite how it was covered with your juices, he stuffs it back into his trousers and only cringes momentarily at the mess, before he notices that you're still in the doggy-style position. he chuckles and playfully smacks your ass, followed by a reassuring stroke, "think i'm done with that pretty hole now. relax."

you do as he says and collapse on the floor, letting your legs give out and resting your whole body, finally. you were so weak and strained that the discomfort of the hardwood didn't even faze you, truthfully you were just relieved to be able to rest your weary body.

"now that we're done: what's your damn problem? why were you pretending i was some pizza delivery guy?" he barked, fierce tone in stark contrast to the way his hands loving caressed your back, "you'd rather fuck some stranger than you're own damn boyfriend?"

"it's just roleplay, katsuki." you rumbled, turning your head to rest on the other cheek so you didn't have to face him, "for funsies."

" 'funsies'. right." he tutted, exhaling sharply out his nose before scooping you up in his strong arms and carrying your spent figure bridal-style over to the sofa, before carelessly plopping you down, like he always does. however, you've caught onto his little trick and were quick enough this time to grab his collar before he dropped you, causing him to jerk down with you.

"fuck!" he hollered at your antics, crashing down on top of you, while you simply cackled.

[realcube]

Thinking about napping with Tenya Iida

Tenya didn’t normally do naps, saw them as a form of bad habit, for a bad nights sleep, part of the recovery process for sicknesses, or laziness

But when he saw you on the verge of tears, hands shaking, breath shallow and stuttering as you stared down at the floor for seemingly no reason, he remembered what you had told him once

“Sometimes napping helps me calm down, like in resting and telling my body I’m safe”

He didn’t understand it at the time, but seeing you now he began to realize how much the little naps actually helped you , and why you sometimes needed them

Ever so gently, he knelt down in front of you, taking your hands in his, his calloused finger tips rubbing little circles on the back of your palm.

“My love… how about we go lay down? You look as if you need to reset” his voice was so gentle, like the breeze on an early fall day, when there was still a hint of summer in the air but you couldn’t go without a sweater.

You sniffled softy, taking in a breath, neck straining a bit as you struggle to hold in your impending emotional outburst, wanting nothing more then to let it all out

He gently took you to your dorm, talking softly about how he was sorry you felt bad, and how he would help anyway he could. He wasn’t the best at comfort, and maybe it was a bit generic, but he wasn’t trying, and it helped because it was him

When you finally got to your dorm, you expected him to tuck you in, kiss you and bid you a good nap, but he didn’t.

Instead he gently slipped into bed next to you, breaking probably 15 of his own personal rules he had set in place to be “gentlemanly and proper”, and gestured for you to cuddle up to him

“I am not good with these things as I’m sure you’ve seen… but I want to help, and I’ve been told physical contact is a wonderful grounding agent”

If you had the energy you would have tackled him into a hug and never let him go, but instead you nodded, curling into his side under the covers, smelling his wood and apple cologne, and finally relaxed

He rubbed your back softly, kissing your head, telling you he was so proud of you, that you were doing so amazing and that no matter what, he would always be there for you

With his voice and his words, you drifted off rather easily, and as he gazed down on you and your finally content face, Tenya realized he doesn’t hate naps as much anymore

In fact he might just join you

[realcube]

something i love about oikawa is that he is such a brat enabler. unlike other characters who'd make you work for their affection and get off on punishing you, oikawa is the rare type of man who freely showers you with love and attention no matter how poorly you behave or how busy he is.

if you say he's not paying enough attention to you, he'll start coming home early from practise and every damn second he's not on that court (water breaks, changing clothes etc) he spends with his phone in his hands texting you.

and you can genuinely do no wrong in his eyes. even if you are terribly mean to him, he'll just give you a tight hug and teasingly call you his "moody little angel". at a restaurant, if you were to ask him if you can eat his meal instead, he would immediately switch plates with you. even if you (hypothetically) asked him for a one-sided open-relationship where you can go date other men and he has to stay loyal to you forever, he'd shrug it off and just call you a vixen or something.

like it's so easy to spiral into becoming worse person with oikawa because he always lets you get away with everything. all the time.

[realcube]

SHY, SHY, SHY ! cam ( date everything )

fem!reader ⸝ sexual content ⸝ mentions of anxiety ⸝ cam is a warning himself ⸝ reader is inexperienced ⸝ heated make out session ⸝ thigh riding ⸝ teasing ⸝ dirty talk ⸝ neck kissing & biting ⸝ slight degradation ⸝ nipple play ⸝ light choking ⸝ manhandling

to put it simply, you were an anxious person.

it didn’t help that you now had a house full of sentient objects, each of them possessing varying personalities.

you got along with some of them, the ones who kept to themselves mostly, not seeming to mind that you weren’t one for talking.

of course, there were a few who didn’t quite understand why you were so, well, distant.

deep down, you wished you had the confidence to talk to them all, to not have this aching feeling of anxiety at every moment of your life.

however, what shocked you the most, was that out of everyone, your trash can seemed to be most normal with you.

cam wasn’t very talkative upon first meeting him, which honestly made things better for you overall.

the two of you would have small conversations whenever you’d offer him another piece of trash, usually consisting of cam rambling about the item.

it wasn’t much, and it surely wasn’t anything more then friendship — but, you’d grown fond of him, in your own way.

there were not expectations when talking to him, no worry of offending him (besides that one time you indirectly called him gross, but he let it slide), just someone you could confide in when you were wandering the house.

cam didn’t hate your company, he probably enjoyed it the most out of anyone.

he picked up on your anxiousness quite quickly, your body language spoke louder than the way you’d fumble over your words.

there was one time, however, where he made the slightest flirty gesture towards you.

“back again, already? seems you can’t get enough of the can.”

it was harmless in his head, something to make you smile or even giggle.

but what he didn’t expect was to see your face beet red, eyes wide while you practically choked on your words.

you didn’t talk to him for three days after that.

not because you weren’t into him, but because you were.

you’d spent those three days repeating what he said in your mind, analyzing his tone, his body language — absolutely everything.

was he into you? or were you overthinking it entirely?

well, you couldn’t avoid him forever, so you just prayed he wouldn’t mention it.

unluckily for you, cam couldn’t wait until you two talked again.

if just a small pick up line like that had you flustered?

oh, he was going to have fun with you.

the next time you went into the kitchen, dateviators snug on your face, he was already there waiting for you.

“thought i scared you off the other day.”

“s—sorry, ‘m just not used to um, well—,”

“people flirting with you?”

you nodded, trying to avoid eye contact with cam as his eyes were practically glued to you.

“hm, shocking.”

“what— what do you mean?”

“well, you’re hot, so it’s just shocking no one’s tried doing it to you.”

if you could’ve melted to the floor, you’d be a puddle.

“c—cam,”

cam took a few towards you, his body invading ounce of your personal space, towering over you.

yet, you didn’t move.

your eyes peered up for just a second, locking with his before looking away.

“y’know how hard it’s been for me? not seeing you for days?”

“i—i’m sorry.”

“yeah? you’re sorry?”

his hand cupped your chin, tilting it upwards so you were forced to look at him.

even then, you tried to avoid his eyes, darting your own to the wall next to him.

“c’mon, look at me.” his voice was laced with nothing but amusement, enjoying how much he was able to work you up.

finally, you met his gaze, pupils dilating at the mere sight of cam being so close to you.

cam guided his thumb to your lower lip, tugging the flesh as he swiped it across.

“anyone ever kiss you before?” he teased, a knowing grin on his face.

you squinted your eyes at him, pouting slightly.

“i’m not that inexperienced.”

“sure you aren’t, babe.”

he leaned down towards you, his face now inches away from yours.

your body felt hot, a lump forming in your throat as cam’s lips brushed against yours.

“do you wanna kiss me?”

“j—just do it already!” you yelped out, eyes closing in preparation.

“nah, you gotta tell me you want it.”

god, he was going to be the death of you.

“please— please kiss me.”

and with that, his lips pressed against yours.

you quickly realized cam wasn’t gentle, hell he was far from it.

the kiss was nothing but a mix of teeth and tongue battling each other, and all you could was sit there, whining against his lips.

all you could taste was cam and the blood oozing from your lips, lips bruised and red from just how rough he was.

his hands were everywhere — your waist, your hips, even your chest.

cam pulled away for just a moment, admiring how worn out you already looked.

without a thought, you reached out towards cam, pleading him to envelop you once again.

“already want more? how needy.”

so once more, he took your lips, somehow even more aggressive than the last time.

one of his hands trailed to your neck, squeezing it lightly to test the waters.

with the way you moaned against him, he took that as a sign to leave the hand there.

cam’s free hand tittered with hem of your shirt, lifting it slightly to expose your bare skin.

the feeling of his hand made you pull away from his lips, heavy breaths pushing past your lips.

“c—cam,”

“fuck—, c’mere.”

he grabbed hold of your wrist, dragging you along with him to the couch.

you watched him sit down, legs spreading as his arms stretched against the back of the couch.

“um—.”

cam patted his thigh, a certain glint in his eyes while he did so.

for a second, you didn’t move, that anxious feeling clawing at your back once again.

“i c—can’t,”

“don’t get shy on me now, babe.”

you shook away all the thoughts for now, cautiously approaching where cam was, settling yourself on his lap.

cam’s hands went to your waist, manhandling your body so it was sat atop his thigh.

“w—what are you—!”

with his sheer strength alone, he moved your body across his thigh, watching as you shot your hands up to his shoulders.

“you like that?”

when you didn’t reply, he did it again, harder this time.

your head fell into the crook of cam’s neck, teeth gnawing at your bottom lip.

“nah, don’t do that.”

cam tangled one of his hands in your hair, gently pulling your head up.

he sat you still for a moment, observing you quietly.

you shifted on his thigh, attempting to gain just an ounce of friction back on your clothed warmth, desperate for the stimulation again.

he threw his arms behind his head, eyes trained on the way you squirmed nervously against him, not knowing what you should do.

you knew you wanted more — you needed more.

so, you looked up at cam with those desperate eyes of yours, begging him to tell you to do something.

“p—please, cam—,”

“sound cute when you’re beggin’, babe.”

his hands didn’t come back to your waist though, and for a second, you were confused.

the man sighed, bouncing his thigh to knock your head straight.

“i gotta spell it out for you? ride my thigh.”

“r—ride it? like myself?”

“what? too embarrassin’ for ya?”

you shook your head, hands bracing on his shoulders before starting to move with slow, cautious strokes.

in just a few seconds, you were an absolute whining mess — rutting against cam’s thigh like a bitch in heat.

it took everything within cam to not pin you down right there and fuck his cock into you.

but, that was something for another day.

he needed to get you used to every little feeling he was giving you right now, his own selfish needs could wait.

“w—want, fuck—.” you finally managed to get something other whines past your lips, hooded eyes staring down at cam.

“hm? you want somethin’, babe?”

“touch me— wan’ you to touch m—me.”

oh, cam couldn’t help how wide he grinned at your words, thoroughly enjoying the way you slowly broke down in front of you.

he’d make you just as filthy as him in due time.

“so fuckin’ greedy when you’re worked up.”

“n—no—,”

“no? just look at yourself—,”

his hands were on you in an instant — one on your waist while the other snuck up your shirt, teasing the flesh of your tit.

“that’s—!”

“one fuckin’ touch from me ‘n you’re a mess.”

he wasn’t wrong, you knew he wasn’t.

but, even you couldn’t comprehend how depraved you were acting.

something was boiling up inside you, setting your entire body on fire.

“c—cam, feel s—so—!”

“you gettin’ close?”

“y—yes, yes!”

cam took this as sign to take your nipple between his fingers, twisting and tugging at it while he leaned forward, leaving a trail of sloppy kisses down your neck.

every single touch he left on you only made you edge closer and closer to your high, eyes squeezing shut as you could only let of whines of his name.

“yeah, that’s it — fall apart for me, babe.”

then, he dug his teeth in your flesh, sucking on the area like his life depended on it.

you couldn’t contain yourself any longer, your movements on cam’s thigh were erratic, nails digging into the flesh of his neck.

“cam—, ‘m gonna—,”

“cum for me, slut.”

cam cursed himself for letting that slip out, peering up at you quickly in case it caught you off guard.

what he didn’t expect to hear was the borderline pornographic moan you let out, head thrown back as you came all over his thigh.

now the man couldn’t stop talking as you came — it was like a lock came undone from your reaction.

“yeah, make a fuckin’ mess all over me.”

you went to slow down, but cam didn’t let you, his hands glued themselves to your waist to keep you moving.

“nah, we aren’t stopping now,”

“c—cam—, i can’t—!”

he slapped your side lightly, making your entire body stop resisting as he forced you to keep going.

“you can, i know you fuckin’ can, babe.”

his lips brushed against your ear, tongue licking the flesh before he whispered to you.

“gonna turn you into my filthy little slut.”

yeah, you were fucked.

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chance x fem!afab!reader - knight x princess.

(18+, roleplay, cunnilingus, fingering, slight sub!chance but not really,, he's just whipped. chance cums in his pants. "my lady" "your highness" & "princess" used for reader. reader calls chance "sir" because, well,, knight. reader is described to have long/mid length hair and boobs.)

a/n: this is my first ever smut but honestly it's less smut and more fluffy bits. i'm sorry if it,, sucks 😭

"do knights usually accompany their princesses to their chambers, my lady?"

you chuckle softly, as chance opens the bedroom door for you graciously, bowing with a gesture that would look silly, if not for the genuine respect with which he does it.

"not usually, but my maid has taken ill. i don't trust any of the others to see me to bed - only you, sir."

when you'd asked him to roleplay with you during intimacy, he'd agreed immediately. roleplaying was his love, his passion - so when you shyly confessed you wanted to roleplay a particular fantasy of yours, he was more than excited. he was elated, and when you told him you had a thing for knights and princesses, and had agreed so eagerly to indulge this fantasy that it almost felt as though he was already in the role of the doting, loyal knight.

that's how you ended up being escorted to your room by a starry-eyed chance, who'd tried insisting he carry you up the stairs like a gallant knight ought to, but had ultimately relented when you'd expressed that that probably wasn't the safest route to the bedroom. now, you're walking through the bedroom door with a graceful, self-assured air about you befitting a true princess, and chance is holding the door and watching you walk like you truly are one.

when you sit down on the edge of the bed, you smile at chance, who's evidently waiting for you to beckon him in, waiting on your command like a loyal knight should.

"come."

he obliges immediately, a genuine twinkle in his eyes at being ordered, and he arrives at your feet. he places a hand over his heart, bows his head, and kneels.

god. you could marry this man.

"my lady," chance murmurs, his head still bowed. "if you'll permit me to say so, it feels... improper, to be here with you, like this. did you need me for something, or am i permitted to take my leave?"

you pout, in a display of faux sadness, and reach down, gently placing two fingers under chance's chin, tilting his head up to look at you.

"are you really so eager to depart from me, sir chance?" you say, your tone something like mocking hurt and teasing. chance shakes his head vehemently, and goes to protest, but you interrupt him immediately.

"actually, i did need you for something." you say, a coy smile playing on your features. "i mentioned that my lady's maid has taken ill, yes? well... she usually helps me get ready for bed - helps with my clothes, my hair, and such."

you release his chin from your fingers, and lean back where you sit on the bed with a self-satisfied air about you. you give chance a smile that's equal parts tenderness and challenging, innocent and seductive.

"would you help me undress, my knight?"

chance visibly swallows, and his cheeks flush slightly. you see the way his breathing hitches as you ask the question, so innocently, yet so suggestive. he looks up at you with wide, uncertain, desire-filled eyes.

"this is, um... outside of my duties, princess." he mumbles apologetically. you raise an eyebrow at him.

"is looking after your princess not one of your duties, then?" you ask, impatiently. "are you not loyal enough to assist your lady with the simplest of tasks?"

he gives you what you can only describe as hurt puppy-dog eyes beneath his glasses, and you smile sweetly down at him.

"undress me."

"yes, your highness."

ideally, you'd be in a gown with varying layers, and a corset that he could unlace in the intimate way you've only dreamed about - but alas, you don't own one. you're only roleplaying, so you've had to settle for your regular clothes - a simple, loose-fitting dress, with a zipper that runs down the spine. you've worn this dress many times before, and ironically, have had to call chance for help zipping you into and out of it.

still, chance's gaze is no less loving as he stands, and you follow, turning around so that he can unzip you. you make no attempt to move your hair out of the way of the zip - you're a princess, why would you do anything when you could just stand there looking pretty whilst your loyal knight does the work for you? with gentle care, chance scoops your loose hair up into a makeshift ponytail with one hand, holding it up and out of the way as he pulls the zip of your dress down with the other.

he does it slowly, carefully, as though teasing himself. when the zip is down, he brushes his fingers down your spine gently, and you shiver at the contact. with the back of the dress now open, the thin straps have already started to slip down, and, releasing your hair, chance deftly hooks his fingers under the falling straps to gently pull them - and subsequently, the top of the dress - down, off your shoulders and down your chest. he inhales a shuddering breath at the sight of your chest, the way it rises and falls with each breath, the way your bra cups your breasts, and he looks at you as though you're a work of art.

"my lady, may i... may i speak freely?" he breathes, his cheeks flushed and his gaze so unbearably tender. you nod gently, encouraging him to speak his mind. he takes another shaky breath.

"you're perfect." he murmurs, his voice full of emotion. you know he means it. your own breathing hitches, and you look at him with longing.

"so perfect." he continues. "if you'll allow me... i'd like to personally show you my admiration for my princess."

he lets go of the straps of your dress, letting the thin bodice fall to your waist. his hand comes up to your collarbone, and he so clearly aches to touch you - but he won't; not without your permission.

"may i?"

you nod, and that's all it takes for him to descend upon you, his lips on the smooth expanse of your chest immediately, kissing all the way up from your sternum to your collarbone. one of his hands rests upon the bare skin of your back, pressing your body to his mouth, and the other loosely on your still-clothed waist. he kisses you gently, reverently, not biting or sucking - just softly pressing his lips to your skin.

he brings his hand up from your waist and unclasps the back of your bra, sliding its straps down and letting the bra come loose. you move your arms to assist chance in taking it off, and the bra falls away, leaving your chest now completely bare before him. he's seen you naked before, yes, but the look in chance's eyes is no more awestruck than it was the first time he saw you.

"you're... so beautiful." chance breathes, his hand coming up to gently trace the swell of your breast. his thumb catches on your nipple, and your breathing hitches just a touch. he smiles.

"i'm gonna take the rest off, so that i can see all of you - then i'll show you how beautiful you are. okay?"

you nod again, and he's moving his hands back to your waist to tug the loose fabric of your dress over your hips. it pools to the floor, where he kneels once more, hands either side of the hem of your underwear, looking up at you with nothing less than utter devotion.

"i like you like this." you confess, almost shyly in the way you say it. your voice still carries the air of praising him for kneeling at your feet, but there's something softer to it, too. a genuine appreciation for just how sweet chance can be.

he laughs quietly - a rare moment of him breaking character. it sounds like something between a chuckle and a giggle, and you think it's the sweetest sound you've ever heard.

"i like being like this." he says earnestly, no longer in character, for a brief moment. "i like treating you like this - like a princess. you deserve it, y'know?"

chance hooks a thumb under the waistband of your underwear to bring it down a little, and presses a chaste kiss to your hip. he looks up at you with a warm, genuine smile, and starts to tug your underwear down your legs. it pools at your ankles on the floor, and you step out of it, discarding it to the side with the rest of your clothes. you're now fully bared to him, and you swear you hear his breathing hitch as his eyes glance upon your unclothed sex.

you grin at him before perching yourself on the edge of the bed again, now back into princess-mode and very much enjoying chance's enjoyment of your bare form. your smile is almost innocent, but there's an undeniable sexuality behind it, too.

"normally, my maid would help me get dressed for bed, at this point." you muse. "but... i think there's something else i need your assistance with, my knight."

you open your legs slightly so that chance can better see your glistening arousal, just how wet you are already because of him. he visibly takes a shuddering breath, and when you glance down, you see from the strain in his pants that he's also undeniably turned on.

"i can't go to bed when i'm feeling this... needy." you pout, giving chance your best pleading look, batting your eyelashes for him.

"will you help your princess relieve this tension before bed?"

"god, yes - i mean, yes, your highness."

with that, he leans up from where he's knelt before you, and presses his lips against yours in a way that's equal parts gentleness and need. he reaches up to cup your cheeks in his hands, and holds your face like you're the most precious thing in the world - because you are, in chance's eyes.

you bring your hands down to paw at the collar of his shirt, lightly tugging it upwards in a silent plea. chance understands your wordless request immediately, and obliges straight away, getting up and allowing you to situate yourself on the bed properly before he's there too, his clothed body enveloping your naked one. he gazes down at you with nothing but the utmost adoration, and then his lips are on you again, kissing his way down from your jaw to your throat and chest, stopping as he reaches your breasts.

"i'm so lucky to have you like this, my lady." he breathes against your skin, pressing a small kiss to the left side of your chest, right where your heart is. his hands come up to cup your breasts, gently kneading the soft flesh.

"not many other knights in the fleet get to say they've had the princess like this." he murmurs, taking one of your nipples between his forefinger and thumb, gently toying it in the way he knows you like. when you shudder, he grins.

"no one else gets to have you like this. only me, yeah?"

it's a rare bout of possessiveness from chance, and even if it's under the guise of a roleplay, it still makes you run a little hotter under him, a deep flush spreading all the way from your chest to the tips of your ears. you nod, arching your back into him slightly.

"only you." you affirm softly, gasping as he kisses just above one of your nipples. he's about to take it into his mouth, but then you breathe a quiet "i love you", and he looks up at you once more, with nothing short of reverence in his eyes.

"i love you, princess."

now he's taking your nipple into his mouth, closing his lips around the sensitive bud and circling his tongue around it in a way that makes you squirm underneath him. the noises he makes are sinful - sucking, hungry breaths and hums of approval, as his other hand squeezes and toys at your other breast. his hips grind on top of yours, his hard, clothed cock right where you need it: your bare, slick sex.

he pulls away from your breast to look at you properly, his mouth still connected to your nipple by a string of saliva, which makes you both giggle at its lewdness.

"i'm all yours, my lady." he says, his glasses falling down his nose a little at the way he looks down at you. you giggle again, and reach up to push them back up with one finger.

"heh - thanks." he chuckles, his cheeks tinted the sweetest shade of pink, and then he's back in character again. "just... tell me where you need me. i'll give you anything."

you nod, sighing dreamily up at him.

"such a loyal knight." you praise, placing your hands on his shoulders and pressing down gently, enough that he understands that you're trying to push him lower.

"i want you to use your mouth on me, like you did just now."

"of course, princess."

chance nods eagerly at your demand, instantly grabbing one of the pillows behind your head and shifting to sit at the lower end of the bed. you lift your hips slightly, and he places the pillow underneath your hips, putting a gentle hand on one hip to press you down. he lowers himself, his breathing coming in a little heavier now, as he's finally eye-level with your sex.

he hooks one hand over your thigh, turning his head to adorn it with small, featherlight kisses. you plead with him silently, squirming a little to urge him to finally touch you there, and that's all the permission he needs before he's parting your pussy with his fingers, and gently kissing your clit.

you sigh contently at the feeling, and he smiles against you, kissing your pussy again and again, alternating between lips and tongue as he lavishes your clit with attention. small whines begin to escape your lips, and they send a jolt of arousal straight to chance's cock. he moans, too, the vibrations so delicious against your sensitive flesh, and you move your hips upwards into his mouth a little more at the sensation.

he begins to move his tongue against your clit more specifically, now, circling the sensitive bud over and over, targeting that one spot that makes you whine. he eats you like he's starved for it, like he lives to please, and it makes you feel like you truly are his princess, the way he caters to your needs so perfectly.

as you come more and more undone, chance elects to take things further, bringing a finger up to your dripping hole and teasing it gently. when you look down at him and nod eagerly, he smiles at you, and pushes the didget in slowly. your head falls against the pillow, and you moan breathily at the feeling of his finger inside of you.

"you okay, princess?"

"ah - more than okay. keep going, please."

"as you wish."

he starts to pleasure you with more fervor, now, one hand tugging the side of your pussy open to devour your clit with more precision, and the other curling his middle finger up and into you in a way that makes your moans get louder and louder. every time you moan, he moans against you, and soon enough, the room is filled with the symphony of your combined breaths, whines and moans, punctuated by chance's licking and the sound of his fingers fucking you so perfectly.

you don’t know if you're going to last, with how perfectly your lover touches you. he's so in tune with your body that it makes your heart sing and your pussy ache in tandem, and to your dismay, you think you're going to come embarrassingly fast.

you don't even have a chance to warn him before your body stiffens, his tongue finding that exact spot that brings you over the edge, his finger pressing right against where you need it to. you cry out something between a breath and a moan, and strangely enough, so does chance - who works you through your orgasm as he moans into you, pumping his finger and swirling his tongue until your squirming form goes slack beneath him, utterly satisfied.

for a moment, you lie still, catching your breath, before you sit yourself up, gazing at chance with complete tenderness and satisfaction. he sits up, too, and leans forward, capturing your lips in a slightly sloppy kiss that tastes of your arousal. it's a gentle kiss, not a lustful one, despite the situation, and he pulls away to look at your flushed face.

"was that to your liking, my lady?" he asks, his own cheeks reddened and his glasses a little steamy. you giggle airily, nodding.

"it was wonderful, chance. i'm, um-" you look between your legs, at the way your thighs are completely slickened with both your arousal and your release.

"i'm sorry it didn't last very long."

you look away, and chance takes one of his hands to cup your cheek gently, tilting your face to look at his again. his smile is completely and utterly tender.

"it was perfect, my dear. you were perfect."

your expression grows soft, and your heart aches in your chest at how much you can see the love in his eyes. you kiss him again gently, wrapping your arms around his shoulders.

"did you still want to...?"

chance's face reddens, and he looks slightly embarrassed, though you can't fathom why. he laughs, a small, nervous laugh, one that has his voice cracking in the middle of it.

"ah - um, i..."

his eyes flit down to his crotch, and your gaze follows his curiously. his crotch is stained with a damp patch that darkens the fabric of his pants. your eyes widen slightly and a grin spreads across your face. that's why, when you came, when your voice took up in pleasure, so had his - he'd come in his pants.

"you came?" you ask, clearly absolutely delighted at this revelation, your eyes wide with adoration as you look at him. chance nods, laughing sheepishly.

"haha, um... yeah." he huffs, as though he can't quite believe it himself.

"it's just... the roleplaying got to me more than i thought it would. you were so into it, i was so into it..." he chuckles again. "we've got to keep doing this - roleplaying in the bedroom. please?"

he looks at you with puppy-dog eyes again, and you giggle, kissing him on the cheek.

"of course." you say, like he didn't even need to ask. he grins triumphantly.

"yes - i... i have so many other ideas. so many different fantasies to try-"

you cut him off with a quick kiss to his lips, swinging your legs over the side of the bed, looking at him invitingly.

"i'm sure you do." you say, fondly. you glance at your now-drying thighs, and the damp spot on chance's pants. "but how about we just get in the shower, for now."

chance's expression softens, and he nods, getting up and off the bed. he stands above you and offers his hand out, to help you up.

"anything you want, my lady."

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if you were filthy, cam was disgusting.

you told him he could anything he wanted to you.

big fucking mistake.

he’d wait till you hadn’t showered in days to sink his cock in you, the smell of your musk making him almost bust the second he slipped in.

you thought the cucumber was a joke?

nah, cam would make you gag on it.

he was so mean about it too, telling you how filthy you were for letting him use you like this.

also, you’re literally his cum dumpster.

cam wouldn’t stop after one load, two loads, even fucking three.

he needs you to be filled to the brim with his load.

watching it leak out of you before shoving his cock back in to really make sure it takes.

“ya like feelin’ my cum in your guts?”

“y—you’re so fuckin’ gross.”

throwing out your ruined panties?

no worries! cam will make sure to put ‘em to good use.

he’ll lick them clean, fuck his cock into them, you name it.

oh, and he absolutely will shove them into your mouth while fucking, his own cum stains covering yours.

did i mention cam is really mean?

not just with his words, but with his cock too.

he fucks you like he absolutely hates you.

tip bullying your cervix, stretching your little hole open till it fucking burns.

“t—too much, cam, plea—!”

“stop whinin’ like a bitch and take it.”

he really, really likes spit.

well, watching your spit drool down your chin as he bullies your throat.

definitely sticks his fingers in your mouth at random times simply to watch you drool.

“get ‘em nice and wet for me, babe.”

if you squirt on him, there’s a 99% chance he’s cumming his pants.

like he will eat you out just so you squirt in his mouth.

even if you’ve said you’d never done it before, cam WILL sit there for hours until you do.

“gonna be fuckin’ empty when i’m done with ya.”

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Congratulations for reaching 5k!!!

You deserve even more followers tbh, ty for feeding us with your amazing writing 🙏🏻 💖

AAA thank you beez :D honestly even with 5k whenever i post i'm immediately like "🤔 idk if this is good" but then as soon as i see you've liked it i'm like "yup it must be certified banger 😼 yuri said so"

tbf even if i had zero followers i would probably still post fanfic but having 5k is comforting bc it's always nice to have community, plus it's fun to be able to share headcanons with others instead of screaming into the void lol

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thank you for 5k followers!!! :D i have lots of wips at the moment so idk if i can do an event, but in the meantime, pls accept this gif i made while at work: