sakkashouichi

[sakkashouichi]

no posts today. i'm having internet problems. if i can, there will be two posts friday

[sakkashouichi]

𝐸𝓃𝒿𝑜𝓎 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒮𝒽𝑜𝓌?

reader: female to male transgender

𝘴𝘶𝘨𝘶𝘳𝘶 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥

ᴄᴡ: ᴘᴀʀᴛɪᴀʟʟʏ ᴇᴅɪᴛᴇᴅ, ʏ/ɴ, ʙᴀʙʏ, ᴅᴏʟʟ, ɢᴏᴏᴅ ʙᴏʏ, ʀᴇᴅ ꜰʟᴀɢ ꜱᴜɢᴜʀᴜ, ᴠᴏʏᴇʀ ꜱᴀᴛᴏʀᴜ, ᴇxʜɪʙɪᴛɪᴏɴɪꜱᴛ ꜱᴜɢᴜʀᴜ, ᴇxʜɪʙɪᴛɪᴏɴɪꜱᴍ, ᴄɴᴄ?

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Suguru couldn’t get enough; whatever you used to clean yourself was so sweet-tasting. He buries himself further into your cunt, lapping up the slick you were unknowingly producing. Your thighs tighten around his head, and you whimper, your eyes fluttering open. When you realize what’s going on, one hand slaps over your mouth while the other pushes at Suguru’s forehead, trying to get him off. “What’s wrong, baby?“ His honey-smooth voice greets your ears, and you nervously glance at Satoru, fast asleep on the floor. 

Your brows furrow at your stupid boyfriend; why the hell was he being so obvious? His eyes follow your line of sight, and he grins, chuckling softly. “He won't wake up.“ He moves up the bed, situating your legs around his hips. “Satoru’s a heavy sleeper.“ He leans in and trails his lips along your neck. You whine behind your hand, and your eyelids flutter, but you resist. 

You try pushing Suguru off again, but he’s stronger. He wraps his big hand around your wrist and pins it next to your head. “What's the problem?“ He fakes innocence. pretending he doesn't see anything wrong with the situation he's putting you in. “Satoru’s sleeping, like I said. look."  He releases your wrist, and his big hand grabs your chin in a firm hold. He turns your face to Satoru, making you watch his sleeping form just a handful of feet away, facing the two of you. 

If he were to open his eyes, you’d be the first thing he saw. Your freed hand grabs Suguru’s wrist, trying to wrench him off, but he holds your jaw tighter. "Relax, baby, I'll be quick.“ He promises falsely, grinding his clothed erection against your soaked cunt. Your breathing stutters; fuck, he’s big; no matter how many times you take him, you’ll never get used to his girth. Suguru chuckles breathily. “I can feel your greedy little hole clenching, you know?“ He drags his tongue up the shell of your ear, and you squeeze your eyes shut, not wanting to look at Satoru any longer. 

“Your body is so lewd, y/n…“ He sucks a hickey into your neck and nips it. You whimper at the feeling, and he hums in encouragement. “That's it, baby; I wanna hear your pretty noises.“ His hand moves off your face, and foolishly, you let down your guard, pulling your hand off of your mouth. “Suguru, you’re such an ass—HAA!“ You moan loudly and slap your hand back over your mouth, anxiously glancing over at Satoru. Suguru let go of your face so he could pull his cock out and press his thick head into your cunt. 

“Louder, y/n.“ he grunts, shakily fumbling for the lube. Your cunt’s so tight, he doesn’t think he can resist just bottoming out right away and making you take it. Suguru doesn’t think you’ll mind right away, but you’ll definitely kill him when you’re all sore in the morning. Once he’s got the lube, he pulls back, sitting back on his legs to see what he’s doing. He gets the cap open, and his eyes flick up at you. 

God,  you’re a fucking catch. You’re so lewd without trying to be, your face beet red, your hands covering your loud mouth, your pretty cunt. Your eyes are firmly stuck on Satoru, and Suguru isn’t sure if he hates it or not. The fact that his best friend could just wake up at any second is what spurred Suguru to do this in the first place. He even made up the whole thing about Satoru being a heavy sleeper; the pervert could be wide awake right now, just watching them. 

Suguru wouldn’t put it past him; Satoru’s always been a huge freak. Unconsciously, Suguru’s eyes drift to Satoru’s sleeping form, and it isn’t until your pussy clenches around him that Suguru remembers what he’s doing. When he looks back at you, your eyes are squeezed shut. Suguru tuts and squirts way too much lube on your cunt. He doesn’t care; if anything, it makes it easier. 

Your cunt gives, and he sinks in a few inches accidentally. The suddenness causes you to whimper behind your hands. Suguru grins and leans back down, tossing the lube to the side in favor of wrenching your hands off your mouth. “You really wouldn’t like it at all if Satoru woke up?“ He can't resist teasing you. You purse your lips and shake your head defiantly. 

“No? Not even if he were to crawl over here and fuck your pretty mouth while I take your pussy?“ You shake your head harder, but your pussy gives you away, fluttering around Suguru’s cock deliciously. Suguru’s chuckle gets caught between a groan, and he sinks the rest of the way in, his thick cock stretching you wide open. “Your lewd pussy says otherwise, baby.“ Suguru’s voice goes breathy and soft. You’re so fucking tight around him, he can't resist; he pulls out only slightly before grinding back in, testing the waters. When you moan, he does it again, pulling out further each time until he’s pounding your sweet cunt. 

“Come on, baby, louder.“ Suguru grunts; he’s got your hands pinned above your head with one hand, his other wrapped firmly around your throat, squeezing every time you tried suppressing your pretty noises. Suguru knows Satoru’s awake; he’s turned away, half on his belly and half facing the wall. but his ears and nape are burnt red, and he’s grinding into the guest futon like a fucking slut. “Moan for me, baby; let it all out.“ He worms his fingers into your mouth, pressing his thumb back against your molars to separate them. You try biting his fingers, but Suguru just groans in response, the pain adding a delicious mix to the pleasure your pussy is giving him. 

“You can't hide from me, love,“ he coos mockingly, halting his punishing thrusts to grind his fat cock as deep as he can to pull guttural moans from your chest. “That’s it, such a good boy, my good boy,“ he groans, repeating the action until there are tears in your eyes and the pain from your clenching teeth is too much for him to resist pulling out. Satoru’s given up on hiding himself, fully turned over, and palming himself at sight; he doesn’t tell you this, poor thing. You’re too cock drunk to notice anyway; nearing your orgasm, the longer Suguru continues torturing you. Satoru blushes harder when he realizes he’s been noticed, but he’s too close to himself to care. 

Suguru watches Satoru pull his cock out with a satisfied smirk before turning his attention back to you. He thumbs your clit, his eyes greedily sucking up your sweet moans as you tense and twist under his ministrations, cumming hard around his relentless cock. “That’s it, doll, milk my cock,“ he grunts, his thrusts growing messy. “Such a good boy, huh?“ His words fall deaf to you, passed out and limp in his arms. “gonna cum in your pussy baby.“ Suguru hears Satoru whine, but the other man is pushed to the back of his mind as he fills your lax cunt. Even in your sleep, your pussy milks him greedily, twitching and sucking Suguru’s cock back up as if you were still awake. “Enjoy the show, Satoru?”

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[sakkashouichi]

𝒩𝒾𝒾-𝓈𝒶𝓃

reader: female to male transgender

𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘪𝘨 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘨𝘯𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘥

ᴄᴡ: ᴘᴀʀᴛɪᴀʟʟʏ ᴇᴅɪᴛᴇᴅ, ʏ/ɴ, ɴ/ɴ, ʏ/ɴ-ᴋᴜɴ, ɴɪɪ-ꜱᴀɴ, ɴɪɪ-ɴɪɪ, ᴘᴏꜱᴇꜱꜱɪᴠᴇ ᴄʜᴏꜱᴏ, ʀᴇᴅꜰʟᴀɢ ᴄʜᴏꜱᴏ, ᴘᴜꜱꜱʏ, ᴄᴜɴᴛ, ᴄʟɪᴛ, ᴅɪᴄᴋʟᴇᴛ, ꜱQᴜɪʀᴛɪɴɢ

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You were glad you got something to do today; your friends were the perfect distraction from all of the stress school and exams were doing to you. You laugh as your friend, Kenzo, drives off the map. “I thought you were the king of Mario Kart, Kenzo?“ You tease, grinning as Kenzo huffs and whines about cheating. Your other friend, Hiro, snickers at Kenzo’s whining and shoves him playfully. “Don’t be such a baby, Kenzo.“ He teases, “It’s just a game.“ At that, Kenzo whines more, grabbing for Hiro’s controller to get him to mess up.

You grin watching them struggle and quickly use it to your advantage to win the game. When they notice, they groan, “You’re such a cheater, y/n!“ Kenzo whines, throwing a candy wrapper at you; it falls short and sadly hits the ground a few inches from your knee. Hiro joins in, throwing his candy wrappers at you while whining about cheaters. You laugh softly and set your controller down to gather up the mess of wrappers. “I’m going to throw these away; do you guys want anything?“ You stand as your friends chant for popcorn and more Coke.

When you make it to the kitchen, you hardly notice your stepbrother, Choso. He watches you carefully as you throw away the trash, getting increasingly irritated by the sounds of your friends laughing and talking loudly from the kitchen. Didn’t they know how rude and annoying they were being? stealing his little brother away from him when Choso was supposed to have you all to himself. He’d been waiting all week for your parents to take this trip, coming up with all sorts of ideas on what to do with you and to you while they were out.

You were his precious otouto; after all, no one was allowed to have you but him. Yet, here your friends were, too pathetic little boys who had no idea how special you were or how you were to be treated. He taps his fingers on the marble countertop as you root through the fridge for the drinks your friends requested, and when you close the fridge and notice Choso, you flinch, caught off guard. “nii-san? How long have you been there?“ You fidget with the cans as you watch your big brother. “As long as you’ve been ignoring me.“ He frowns, hurt slipping into his tone. He watches gleefully as your expression changes, dropping to regret.

“I’m sorry, nii-nii." You pout childishly, and Choso can hardly resist. He loves watching you pout, your cute cheeks puff up, and your pretty lip stick out. He stands up from his seat and stalks around the counter toward you. You back up until your back hits the edge of the counter, but Choso persists, setting his hands on the counter on either side of your smaller body. He looks down at you impassively, his face betraying none of the swirling emotions inside.

You were his; no one should be able to make you laugh but him. He wants to scoff at your friends for making you get their drinks, but he also wants to praise you for being a good host. But you’re always good, always doing these kinds of things for other people, and Choso’s sick of it. He wants you to be greedy; he wants you to be hard for other people to love and for you to need him; to demand him of things and make him do everything for you; you deserve to be spoiled by him. “You can join us, nii-nii… I don’t like it when you make yourself lonely…“ You avert your eyes, and Choso’s heart throbs in his chest.

You’re just so perfect, so sweet, and so innocent. How could you have known what he truly wanted and why he’s so lonely all of the time? No one is good enough for his attention but you, his precious otouto. His hand grazes your cheek, and his façade cracks; he could never be mad at you for too long. His brows relax and his eyes soften as a small, affectionate smile spreads on his face. “sweet y/n-kun…“ His tone is softened, like his face, but it hides something threatening.

He wants you to dismiss your friends; you don’t need them; you need him, your nii-nii. “You don’t have to invite me because I look lonely,“ he chides gently. He doesn’t tell you to dismiss your friends; he’ll just have to teach you more manners later. Choso knows it isn’t your fault you act so careless about these things; you’re too naïve to realize what you’re doing to him. “If you did that to someone in the real world, they’d think you were being rude.“ His eyes narrow as you sweat; the look of realization on your face is too precious for him to miss.

“What did Nii-nii teach you about that? Do you remember?“ Choso knows you’d never forget your nii-san’s lessons; he made sure of it the first time you made this mistake. Satisfaction burns in his gut as he watches your cheeks go pink, remembering how he’d edged you until every word was burned into your memory. “S- sometimes, naiveté can be mistaken for patronizing.“ Choso grins as you recall his words. He loves it when you say things he says, when you remember things he says, or when you think about him at all. “Good boy.“ Choso murmurs, his fingers pushing a stray lock of hair out of your face.

His fingers run through your hair, his nails combing over your scalp, until his hand reaches the back of your head. There, he gently threads his fingers through your hair. He always goes with you when you get it cut, if it were up to him. Choso would just cut it himself, but his mom likes taking you to that shop. He always makes sure it's long enough for him to tug on, not that you’d cut it any shorter.

Choso knows you like it just as much as he does. Choso watches the subtle bob of your throat as you swallow, his sharp eyes drawn to every twitch your body makes. He tangles his fingers there and gives your soft hair a gentle pull, watching in satisfaction as your eyelids flutter and your cute lips part. “You love listening to nii-nii, huh?“ He murmurs, leaning down to press a soft kiss on the corner of your pretty mouth. “You love getting rewarded, don’t you, baby brother?“ Choso’s own lids flutter closed at the feeling of your soft breath on his cheek.

You have so much control over him, it's scary. He’s lucky you have no idea how to utilize that. A part of him finds it exciting, the idea of you being in control. But the more intact parts of Choso find it a little daunting. God knows what you’d do with that if he ever made you upset.

Your soft whimper draws him out of his head, his eyes open again, and he meets your flushed, blissed expression. How could he ever want to upset you when this is how you look like you’re taken care of? He smiles again and trails his kisses down your neck. His fingers in your hair relax, and he scratches gently at your scalp, soothing the possible ache. You both flinch when you hear a sharp laugh from the living room.

Choso pulls off immediately and looks over his shoulder at the doorway between them and your friends. He frowns when you tense up against him, and he looks back down at your troubled expression. Distaste for your friends swirls in his gut as you push him away. “What are you doing, y/n-kun?“ He crosses his arms over his chest as you gather your friends’ drinks and prepare to make your exit. “Kenzo and Hiro wanted coke.“ You flush awkwardly, avoiding eye contact as you hurry from the kitchen.

Away from him, Choso notes it distastefully. “Tch-“ Choso scoffs, his gaze falling from the doorway. His expression falls, his brows furrow, and his frown deepens as your voice filters in from the living room. Choso leans back against the counter behind him, and his eyes pick up from the floor, searching the room for something. His eyes get caught on the empty bowl and bag of popcorn on the counter, and he grins. Choso fixes himself and walks over to lean against the doorway.

He has to bite the inside of his cheek when he sees one of your little friends, Kento or Kenzo or… whoever. Choso didn’t care at all—not until he registered your friend touching you. He bites down harder on his cheek, trying to school himself and not blow up. “N/n, you forgot the popcorn on the counter.“ All eyes snap to Choso, and once he finishes his statement coolly, your friends light up and look at you as you flush.

They tease you for forgetting as you get up to go back into the kitchen, and once you are alone again, Choso pins you against the counter. He waits as patiently as he can while you shakily put the bag of popcorn into the microwave and hit the correct buttons. Choso can't resist breathing down your neck; the way your body tenses and shifts when his hit breath grazes the hairs on your neck sends waves of satisfaction throughout Choso’s body. No one is ever going to make you feel like this; no other man, woman, or thing will compare to Choso. He’s ruined you for anyone else, and he takes extreme pleasure in it.

“N-nii-nii, my friends,“ you start, but your worry falls on deaf ears. You know better than to think something as pathetic as that will keep Choso off you. “Don’t be disrespectful, y/n-kun. Aniki deserves your attention first.“ Choso rumbles, his voice low enough to send shivers down your spine. as you shudder against him. Choso leans down to press his lips against your neck, humming in satisfaction when your hands fly up to stifle your whimper.

“That’s it, baby brother; let nii-nii play with you too.“ Choso murmurs against your soft skin before sinking his teeth into the flesh there. He doesn’t bite hard enough; your father would probably beat him to death if he found out Choso was doing this with his only son. But Choso couldn’t help it; he pulled it off when just the indent of his teeth were left. It was a temporary mark, but Choso can always give you more. “You wouldn’t want nii-nii to mark you up anywhere visible, would you, y/n-kun?“ He hums, his hands sliding up your shirt to feel your soft belly.

“You, papa, might think you were a slut.“ He grins at your whimper; he never likes inflicting distress on you, but when you push him to do it, Choso enjoys every second. His hands sneak higher up your soft skin, but when he feels the rough fabric of your binder, he stops, not wanting to make you upset. “You’re going to let nii-nii play with you, okay?“ He murmurs hotly into the crook of your neck, pressing soft kisses down until he reaches the collar of your shirt. Choso grins when your skin pebbles, goosebumps littering the soft surface of your flesh. His hand slips further up your chest and pulls at the collar of your shirt so he can suck marks into your shoulder. His other hand slips down to your waist, pulling you back against his bulge.

He sighs when you try to squirm away, and he uses his grip on you to pull you flush against him. “Don’t pull away from me, y/n-kun; be a good boy like I taught you.“ He understands why you’re so hesitant; the popcorn isn’t letting either of you listen for your friends, but Choso doesn’t think he could care less. He hates feeling needy and neglected, and that’s exactly what you were doing earlier. Choso needs you to know you can't neglect him and get off unscathed. “Neglecting people who care about you is bad, y/n-kun,“ he chides, grinding his bulge against your ass.

“Nii-nii can be mean and teach you how to multitask, but something tells me you wouldn't want that, hm?“ Satisfaction burns in his veins when you shake your head. You had no idea what he’d do in that situation, but you know you don’t want to find out. “You have to be quick, nii-nii.“ You whimper behind your hands. Choso has half the mind to rip your hands from your mouth and make you scream for him, but he’s too nice for that. Instead, he settles for slipping his hand beneath your pants to trace your pussy lips through your already-soaked underwear.

“Your body says otherwise, y/n-kun.“ He tuts condescendingly, “Do you not want Nii-Nii to take his time?“ He knew you wouldn’t understand the stakes of the question, and he was going to use that to his advantage. He relishes the feeling of your plush thighs squeezing around his hand, and he presses closer, his middle finger swiping up the soft heat of your slit and lightly circling around your engorged clit. When you moan behind your hands and shake your head, Choso bites down on your shoulder, over the blooming hickies, just to feel you tense up. Your clit throbs as his finger works in light circles, not providing you with enough friction to feel any satisfaction. “Please,“ you hiccup, "please, what y/n-kun?“ Choso murmurs against his bitemark.

“Tell Nii-Nii what you need.“ You shake your head, and he puts more pressure on your clit. “Don't take your time.“ Choso grins, catching you in his trap. “If you say so.“ He sings songs, pulling down your pants and underwear while his other hand pulls out of your shirt and pushes your front flat to the counter. “Nii-nii will be fast.“ He’s a little upset that he won't get to see your face, but the feeling of your soaked pussy against his naked cock as he pulls it free from its confines is too great for Choso to spare a second thinking about anything but your tight cunt and his sweet revenge. Without wasting time, he pushes in.

Choso knows it must hurt, but the feeling is too great for him to care. His cock finds home buried deep into your pussy, and Choso hardly stays put for long, pulling out to his tip just to sink back into your heat. Your noises are divine; they’re muffled, but Choso still revels in them. He’s the only one who gets to take you like this and who gets to hear those sweet noises. He catches himself sitting still, savoring your warmth, but he snaps himself out of it, commencing with his plan to utterly derail you. He ignores you.

You scramble against the counter, one hand desperately trying to find something to grab on while the other stays firmly planted over your mouth as he fucks your pretty cunt carelessly. His hands grip tightly onto your hips, pulling your body back against him to meet his punishing thrusts. He ignores your hand when you try to reach back to push him off. If anything, it just makes him fuck you harder, pounding his cock into your heat. Luckily, the sounds of the popcorn, the TV, and your friends were loud enough to disguise the sounds of your coupling, but he could tell you were panicking, no doubt watching the seconds tick by on the microwave.

Choso grabs your wrist, pinning your arm behind you as he fucks your sweet pussy. “You want me to stop y/n-kun?“ Choso leans down to pant against your neck. You nod rapidly, trying to fight the sensation of your big brother fucking your pussy. “Beg for it.“ Your brows furrow and tears come to your eyes; nii-nii wasn’t being fair. You didn’t want to open your mouth for fear of being too loud, but as you watched the timer count down the seconds, you became increasingly panicked. “P- please nii-nii.“ You choke out behind your palm.

“Hm? I can't hear you, baby brother.“ He nips your earlobe, and your brows furrow harder, tears rolling down your cheeks. It feels too good. The telltale heat of your impending orgasm coils low in your gut, getting tighter and tighter as seconds tick away. “nii-san please!“ You whine louder—apparently too loud apparently. One of your friends shouts from the living room, asking if you’re okay, and Choso huffs evilly, his arm looping under yours to lift your chest off the counter.

“Tell them, y/n-kun.“ You take a steadying breath and begin to move your hand from your mouth, but Choso’s hips piston faster. You hiccup and cover your mouth again. “unh!“ Your eyes roll back in your head, and Choso chuckles sadistically before speaking for you. “We’re fine; your popcorn will be done in a minute.“ He shouts back, your thighs trembling, the coil in your gut winding tight before releasing. “Nii-san!“ you hiccup into your hand, squirting on his cock.

Your juices soak your underwear and pants, getting all over Choso’s cock and the front of his pants as well. Choso grunts, his cock gives a rough twitch before following you, and he presses deep into your cunt, forcing his cum as deep as it would go. He pants, holding your limp body against his chest. “You made such a big mess,“ he teases weakly, pressing a litany of soft kisses to the sides of your face and jaw. He lays you back on the counter as he pulls out, pulling your wet pants and underwear off.

He helps you back into your less ruined pants, tossing your underwear in the direction of the laundry room. They hit the floor just past the door with a wet slap. and the microwave beeps, startling you both. Choso rubs his chest where his heart is, trying to calm the rapid beating as he opens the microwave and dumps popcorn into the bowl. His pants are fucked; thankfully, they’re black, so it wouldn’t be noticed easily.

The hem of his shirt is only kind of wet, but he could play it off as spilling something. You mumble weakly from where you’re half-laid on the counter, and Choso chuckles softly, pressing a kiss to the back of your neck. “I'll take it to them; you relax, y/n-kun." He watches amusedly as your body sags against the countertop before taking the popcorn to your friends.

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𝓓𝓪𝓲𝓴𝓲 𝓐𝓸𝓶𝓲𝓷𝓮'𝓼 𝓝𝓮𝓴𝓸 𝓓𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓶𝓼~

reader: AMAB/AFAB

𝘈 𝘮𝘺𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘴 𝘈𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘋𝘢𝘪𝘬𝘪 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘢 𝘯𝘦𝘬𝘰 𝘩𝘺𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘥

ᴄᴡ: ᴄᴜʀꜱɪɴɢ, ʜᴇᴀᴛ, ɴᴇᴋᴏ ʜʏʙʀɪᴅ ᴅᴀɪᴋɪ, ᴏʀᴀʟ ꜱᴇx, ɴɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇ ᴋɪᴛᴛʏ

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Something seemed off about this guy. He challenged Aomine to a one-on-one, exuding confidence and boasting about his basketball skills, only to intentionally lose the game just as Aomine was starting to enjoy himself. If it weren't for the persistent throbbing in his head and the dull ache in his lower back, Aomine might have confronted the guy right then. However, he pushed on towards school, already tired and eager for the day to end. School felt like a hassle with its bustling peers and teachers barking orders, grating at his nerves and turning his headache into a migraine.

When he was told to go home around lunchtime, Aomine jumped on the offer faster than he could wrap his head around it. Stepping back inside, Aomine let out a sigh of relief. The familiar colors and scents enveloped him, instantly easing the tension in his body. Closing the door behind himself, Aomine slipped off his shoes before walking back into his bedroom where the day had started. As he shuffled back to his bed, he hit one of his extremities on the doorframe.

“Ah- Shit,” he hissed, reaching around for the aching limb. Aomine paused. “The fuck…” He breathed as his hand glided along something long covered in silky smooth fur. Craning his neck to look back, all he saw was a navy blue cat tail protruding from his tailbone in his lower back. Aomine's heart began to race as he rushed to the bathroom, completely forgetting about his earlier exhaustion.

He barely gets the door shut before stripping off all of his clothes. Looking up in the mirror, he freezes once more; there sat a pair of navy blue cat ears atop his head that matched both his hair and tail seamlessly. Slowly reaching up to feel them, Aomine prayed silently that it was all a dream or just an elaborate joke. Touching the right ear sends chills through his body; they were real and they were sensitive. Staring at them absently, Aomine's thumb rubbed against the inside of the right ear inadvertently causing a stifling warmth that flushes throughout his body.

“What the hell,” Aomine pulled away, but the heat lingered uncomfortably within him even after splashing handfuls of cool water on his face. By the time he gets back into his room, he’s panting. The heat is unbearable; his body feels like it's on fire, sticky sweat cooling on his tanned skin as he reaches up to turn the fan on. The cool air doesn't help at all; it only makes his situation worse. The oppressive heat in his body contrasts overwhelmingly with the ceiling fan, making him feel too cold and too hot at the same time.

Aomine pulls off his comforter and settles in bed under only his sheet; feeling much better. His body is still hot, but the sheet stops the air from feeling too cold. Aomine sighs, pulling the sheet up to his chin before turning to lay on his belly. After a few minutes of breathing into his pillow trying to will himself into unconsciousness, Aomine curiously reaches back to feel his tail again. A low groan rumbles from his chest as the feeling settles in his body. He plays with the tail, experimenting with different ways of touching it until he settles on gently scratching up its length. The feeling is eerily similar to someone scratching his head; it’s comfortable and soothing, and it isn't long before Aomine finds himself dozing off...

When Aomine wakes, he feels like he's in hell. His body burning feverishly, hotter than it felt earlier. His cock is hard and throbbing painfully between his thighs, and something hot and slick is leaking out of his ass. At first, Aomine thinks it might be blood, but when he reaches behind himself to prod at his hole, his whole body goes taut, and he moans raggedly. "Nnnh... fuck." Aomine's breath hitches, unable to help himself as he slowly pushes his finger into his tight hole, forgetting completely about his earlier anxiety.

It feels so good; he keens as his cock dribbles precum onto the sheets under him. "Holy shit... Yes," he groans, pushing his index finger further. Aomine never thought his ass could feel so good; he quickly forgets the uncomfortable heat as the ache between his thighs eases with the stimulation. Aomine shifts onto his knees, pushing his ass in the air lewdly. The change in position gives his hand the freedom to fuck himself deeper.

Hesitantly, he pushes another finger in next to the first, moaning hoarsely at the stretch. His mind feels hazy, thoughts slowing until his head is pleasantly empty. Aomine almost feels high; the uncomfortable heat has shifted and morphed into a constant buzz under his skin. His body feels light, almost like air; his cock throbs with need but he can hardly think as his prodding fingers steal more and more of his focus. Aomine’s so consumed by the pleasurable feeling that he doesn't realize he's being watched.

You lean against the doorframe watching Touou’s insufferable ace come apart on his own fingers. The team captain sent you to fetch Aomine, thinking he was being lazy and skipping out on practice; however, the heady scent of your teammate's arousal tells you otherwise. Something tugs at your gut as you watch him play with himself; he looks so fucking sexy like that—all of it too good to be true. You chew on your lip watching as Aomine squirms and whines when his fingers aren’t enough; your hand twitches before slowly moving down to palm yourself through your uniform pants—you needed to fuck him. Aomine sits up upon noticing you; he whines and you swear you see his cock twitch. He slides off his bed and onto his knees in front of you. Your breath hitches when you realize he’s not wearing some kinky headband; there are actually cat ears on his head. It's cute, the way they twitch when you reach out to touch them.

Aomine moans, his face flushed and sweaty when he looks up at you. “Please,” his voice is low and cracks with need. You bite your lip again, running your hand through his hair as you imagine him between your thighs. As soon as you nod, he purrs happily and nuzzles against your clothed pussy. You sigh at the feeling and tighten your hand in his hair.

“That’s it, Aomine.” He interrupts you, “Daiki.” His voice is thick and low; the knowledge that he’s about to get what he wants has him more pent-up and needy than ever before in his life. You grin, unable to help yourself as you tease him. “Kitty…” Daiki’s breath hitches, cheeks burning hotter. He moans and nuzzles into your mound again, “Let me lick it,” he says, speech slowed and slurred slightly; he almost sounds drunk and if you didn’t know any better, you’d think he was.

You chuckle softly; the sound coming out light and breathy. “I already said you could.” Your hand slips down the side of his face in a moment of tenderness; he leans into it blissfully, looking brainless in how bizarrely submissive and agreeable he's being. He makes a noise in his throat, and you grin; whatever has Daiki reduced to such an adorable wanton creature almost has you jealous. “Don’t get all fussy with me, kitty.” The nickname sends a shiver down his spine; his body responds lewdly to the playful condescension in your voice. “You’ve got working hands, don’t you? Be a big boy and take my pants off yourself.” Daiki gulps; flush spreading to his ears and down his neck.

His hands shake as they reach up to pull open your belt—struggling with the button, his tongue poking out from between his lips. When he gets it open, you pet through his hair and coo down at him: “Such a good boy.” Daiki moans softly; eyes locked on the wet splotch in your underwear. He salivates, mouth opening by itself—eager to get your taste on his tongue. You grin swatting at his hands when he tries getting your underwear off: “Not yet kitty cat; greet my pussy the right way.” A pitchy embarrassing whine slips from his throat, and he honest-to-God pouts. Daiki leans in hesitantly before kissing it, when you hum run and fingers through his hair again—he leans further into it, mouthing wetly at your taste: “That’s it kitty cat,” you moan softly.

He acts like knows exactly what doing—kissing around your cunt and pressing his tongue flat against your clit, dampening your underwear further. “Where’d you learn this, huh?” You tighten your hand in Daiki's hair, pulling him back. His mouth opens to protest, but when your cunt gets freed he moans instead. His cock twitches, precum glistening at the tip and sliding down the underside. "Look at you," you murmur, your voice low and heady.

"Now say thank you like a good boy." Daiki's voice is rough and thick as he murmurs, "Itadakimasu," before putting his mouth on you. The feeling is too good, it’s practically sin; his tongue is hot and wet as if he’d been craving your cunt this whole time. "You need this, don't you?" You stroke his hair gently while he indulges himself. The expression on his face is the most wanton you've ever witnessed – eyes fluttering shut, an angelic softness gracing his features... Your grip tightens in his hair once more, ensuring he doesn't pull away.

"You fucking love it, don't you kitty?" Your voice drops huskily as shivers run down Daiki's spine. His eyes flicker open to meet yours; pupils blown wide in his glassy eyes. "Bet you’d get on your knees for anyone." You chuckle softly, your hole clenching at the thought. Daiki makes a noise in the back of his throat, sending shivers through your body. "Hm? What was that, Kitty?" Your tone turns condescending as you finally hump your cunt on his tongue.

"Almost sounded like you were saying no..." He makes another noise—a groan forces out of your chest, and your fingers flex in his short navy locks. "There you go again." You huff condescendingly. "Talking with your mouth full." You grunt, pushing deeper. "What—" You pause, a quiet grunt cutting you off when Daiki’s tongue laves against your hole. "Were you raised outside or something?" You push his nose into your pubes and he moans, eagerly slurping up your taste.

"I thought you were a good boy." you shift onto one leg, balancing yourself by hooking your left over his shoulder. Daiki breathes raggedly through his nose; your shift in position making it harder for him to breathe. "At least—you acted like it earlier." You grunt, pulling his face closed just to see him struggle; you let him pull off, watching as he gasps for a proper breath. "Stop talking," he murmurs; his voice taking on a whiny tone. You grin playfully and flick his forehead, using your grip in his hair to tug on the strands firmly.

“We getting mouthy now?” You raise your brow as he tries to act defiant but fails to slip back into his usual abrasive personality. "You wanna eat me out, right? I don’t have to let you, you know." Daiki’s eyes widen before narrowing. "You wouldn’t do that." You grin and push him back, keeping your pussy out of his reach. "Oh yeah?" Your grin turns sadistic as the look of realization and panic crosses his features. "A- alright…" He concedes.

"I’m sorry," his voice softening and going quieter. You hum in acknowledgment and pull him back against your heat; the moment your heat meets his lips, Daiki slurps you up eagerly. A loud moan rips from your chest, caught off guard by his sloppy enthusiasm. "Ah- fuck," you groan, your fingers tightening in his hair, momentarily losing yourself as Daiki puts all the effort he can muster into sucking your cock. "Shit- kitty…" You swallow, and Daiki stuffs his tongue into your sopping hole.

It takes you a moment but as you look down at his furrowed brows, you catch sight of Daiki jerking himself off. The realization hits you like a ton of bricks, and you double over, curling over him as you push him back into your pubes. Daiki moans and slurps up your slick, practically begging for your cum; you give it to him, groaning at the intensity of your orgasm when it washes over you. "Daiki…" You moan breathlessly, your hole spasming around his tongue as you finish.

He moans, his brows furrowing as he tries to ignore his need for oxygen; it gets too much and he chokes, forcing you off him as he too doubles over gasping for breath. You watch hazily as he awkwardly moans half-caught between a too sharp inhale as he cums in his hand. "F- uhg…" He coughs. "Oh god," clearing his throat to catch his breath; your hand finds his hair again petting through it as he recomposes himself.

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Something seemed off about this guy. He challenged Aomine to a one-on-one, exuding confidence and boasting about his basketball skills, only to intentionally lose the game just as Aomine was starting to enjoy himself. If it weren't for the persistent throbbing in his head and the dull ache in his lower back, Aomine might have confronted the guy right then. However, he pushed on towards school, already tired and eager for the day to end. School felt like a hassle with its bustling peers and teachers barking orders, grating at his nerves and turning his headache into a migraine.

When he was told to go home around lunchtime, Aomine jumped on the offer faster than he could wrap his head around it. Stepping back inside, Aomine let out a sigh of relief. The familiar colors and scents enveloped him, instantly easing the tension in his body. Closing the door behind himself, Aomine slipped off his shoes before walking back into his bedroom where the day had started. As he shuffled back to his bed, he hit one of his extremities on the doorframe.

“Ah- Shit,” he hissed, reaching around for the aching limb. Aomine paused. “The fuck…” He breathed as his hand glided along something long covered in silky smooth fur. Craning his neck to look back, all he saw was a navy blue cat tail protruding from his tailbone in his lower back. Aomine's heart began to race as he rushed to the bathroom, completely forgetting about his earlier exhaustion.

He barely gets the door shut before stripping off all of his clothes. Looking up in the mirror, he freezes once more; there sat a pair of navy blue cat ears atop his head that matched both his hair and tail seamlessly. Slowly reaching up to feel them, Aomine prayed silently that it was all a dream or just an elaborate joke. Touching the right ear sends chills through his body; they were real and they were sensitive. Staring at them absently, Aomine's thumb rubbed against the inside of the right ear inadvertently causing a stifling warmth that flushes throughout his body.

“What the hell,” Aomine pulled away, but the heat lingered uncomfortably within him even after splashing handfuls of cool water on his face. By the time he gets back into his room, he’s panting. The heat is unbearable; his body feels like it's on fire, sticky sweat cooling on his tanned skin as he reaches up to turn the fan on. The cool air doesn't help at all; it only makes his situation worse. The oppressive heat in his body contrasts overwhelmingly with the ceiling fan, making him feel too cold and too hot at the same time.

Aomine pulls off his comforter and settles in bed under only his sheet; feeling much better. His body is still hot, but the sheet stops the air from feeling too cold. Aomine sighs, pulling the sheet up to his chin before turning to lay on his belly. After a few minutes of breathing into his pillow trying to will himself into unconsciousness, Aomine curiously reaches back to feel his tail again. A low groan rumbles from his chest as the feeling settles in his body. He plays with the tail, experimenting with different ways of touching it until he settles on gently scratching up its length. The feeling is eerily similar to someone scratching his head; it’s comfortable and soothing, and it isn't long before Aomine finds himself dozing off...

When Aomine wakes, he feels like he's in hell. His body burning feverishly, hotter than it felt earlier. His cock is hard and throbbing painfully between his thighs, and something hot and slick is leaking out of his ass. At first, Aomine thinks it might be blood, but when he reaches behind himself to prod at his hole, his whole body goes taut, and he moans raggedly. "Nnnh... fuck." Aomine's breath hitches, unable to help himself as he slowly pushes his finger into his tight hole, forgetting completely about his earlier anxiety.

It feels so good; he keens as his cock dribbles precum onto the sheets under him. "Holy shit... Yes," he groans, pushing his index finger further. Aomine never thought his ass could feel so good; he quickly forgets the uncomfortable heat as the ache between his thighs eases with the stimulation. Aomine shifts onto his knees, pushing his ass in the air lewdly. The change in position gives his hand the freedom to fuck himself deeper.

Hesitantly, he pushes another finger in next to the first, moaning hoarsely at the stretch. His mind feels hazy, thoughts slowing until his head is pleasantly empty. Aomine almost feels high; the uncomfortable heat has shifted and morphed into a constant buzz under his skin. His body feels light, almost like air; his cock throbs with need but he can hardly think as his prodding fingers steal more and more of his focus. Aomine’s so consumed by the pleasurable feeling that he doesn't realize he's being watched.

You lean against the doorframe watching Touou’s insufferable ace come apart on his own fingers. The team captain sent you to fetch Aomine, thinking he was being lazy and skipping out on practice; however, the heady scent of your teammate's arousal tells you otherwise. Something tugs at your gut as you watch him play with himself; he looks so fucking sexy like that—all of it too good to be true. You chew on your lip watching as Aomine squirms and whines when his fingers aren’t enough; your hand twitches before slowly moving down to palm yourself through your uniform pants—you needed to fuck him. Aomine sits up upon noticing you; he whines and you swear you see his cock twitch. He slides off his bed and onto his knees in front of you. Your breath hitches when you realize he’s not wearing some kinky headband; there are actually cat ears on his head. It's cute, the way they twitch when you reach out to touch them.

Aomine moans, his face flushed and sweaty when he looks up at you. “Please,” his voice is low and cracks with need. You bite your lip again, running your hand through his hair as you imagine him sucking your fat cock. As soon as you nod, he purrs happily and nuzzles against your clothed bulge. You sigh at the feeling and tighten your hand in his hair.

“That’s it, Aomine.” He interrupts you, “Daiki.” His voice is thick and low; the knowledge that he’s about to get what he wants has him more pent-up and needy than ever before in his life. You grin, unable to help yourself as you tease him. “Kitty…” Daiki’s breath hitches, cheeks burning hotter. He moans and nuzzles into your bulge again, “Let me suck it,” he says, speech slowed and slurred slightly; he almost sounds drunk and if you didn’t know any better, you’d think he was.

You chuckle softly; the sound coming out light and breathy. “I already said you could.” Your hand slips down the side of his face in a moment of tenderness; he leans into it blissfully, looking brainless in how bizarrely submissive and agreeable he's being. He makes a noise in his throat, and you grin; whatever has Daiki reduced to such an adorable wanton creature almost has you jealous. “Don’t get all fussy with me, kitty.” The nickname sends a shiver down his spine; his body responds lewdly to the playful condescension in your voice. “You’ve got working hands, don’t you? Be a big boy and take my cock out yourself.” Daiki gulps; flush spreading to his ears and down his neck.

His hands shake as they reach up to pull open your belt—struggling with the button, his tongue poking out from between his lips. When he gets it open, you pet through his hair and coo down at him: “Such a good boy.” Daiki moans softly; eyes locked on the outline of your thick cock in your underwear. He salivates, mouth opening by itself—eager to get your cock on his tongue. You grin swatting at his hands when he tries getting your underwear off: “Not yet kitty cat; greet my cock the right way.” A pitchy embarrassing whine slips from his throat, and he honest-to-God pouts. Daiki leans in hesitantly before kissing it, when you hum run and fingers through his hair again—he leans further into it, mouthing wetly at your length: “That’s it kitty cat,” you moan softly.

He acts like knows exactly what doing—kissing up your length and pressing his tongue flat against the covered tip, dampening your underwear. “Where’d you learn this, huh?” You tighten your hand in Daiki's hair, pulling him back. His mouth opens to protest, but when your cock springs free and drops heavily onto his face, he moans instead. His own cock twitches, precum glistening at the tip and sliding down the underside. "Look at you," you murmur, your voice low and heady.

Your cock rests against his cheek, likely leaving a mess of precum in his hair. He looks divine; kneeling on the carpet, his erection flushed red and leaking between his thighs, his navy tail swishing with excitement. You bite your lip and readjust him slightly, using your free hand to slap your cock against his cheek. Daiki whimpers and tries to take it into his mouth but you shake your head with a grin. "Not yet, kitty cat." He whines softly but complies, pressing kisses to the tip of your cock instead.

"Now say thank you like a good boy." Daiki's voice is rough and thick as he murmurs, "Itadakimasu," before taking you into his mouth. The feeling is too good, it’s practically sin; his mouth is hot and wet as if he’d been craving your cock the whole time. "You need this, don't you?" You stroke his hair gently while he indulges himself. The expression on his face is the most wanton you've ever witnessed – eyes fluttering shut, an angelic softness gracing his features... Your grip tightens in his hair once more, ensuring he doesn't pull away.

"You fucking love it, don't you kitty?" Your voice drops huskily as shivers run down Daiki's spine. His eyes flicker open to meet yours; pupils blown wide in his glassy eyes. "Bet you’d get on your knees for anyone." You chuckle softly, your cock twitching at the thought. Daiki makes a noise in the back of his throat, but your cock isn’t in far enough to catch it. "Hm? What was that, Kitty?" Your tone turns condescending as you finally push your cock deeper into his mouth, slowly carving a path into his throat.

"Almost sounded like you were saying no..." He makes another noise, and this time you feel it—a groan forces out of your chest, and your fingers flex in his short navy locks. "There you go again." You huff condescendingly, pushing your cock into his throat. "Talking with your mouth full." You grunt, pushing deeper. "What—" You pause, a quiet grunt cutting you off when Daiki swallows around you. "Were you raised outside or something?" You push his nose into your pubes and he moans; eyes squeeze shut as he tries not to gag.

"I thought you were a good boy." You don’t pull out all the way; shifting so your back in his mouth. Daiki breathes raggedly through his nose; tears he’d been trying to hold back roll down his cheeks. "At least—you acted like it earlier." You grunt, pushing back in faster this time just to make him gag; you let him pull off, watching as he coughs and gasps for a proper breath. "Stop talking," he rasps; his voice already starting to sound messed up. You grin and slap his cheek with your wet cock, using your grip in his hair to tug on the strands firmly.

“We getting mouthy now?” You raise your brow as he tries to act defiant but fails to slip back into his usual abrasive personality. "You wanna suck my cock, right? I don’t have to let you, you know." Daiki’s eyes widen before narrowing. "You wouldn’t do that." You grin and push him back, pulling your cock out of his reach. "Oh yeah?" Your grin turns sadistic as the look of realization and panic crosses his features. "A- alright…" He concedes.

"I’m sorry," his voice softening and going quieter. You hum in acknowledgment and pull him back onto your cock; the moment the spongy tip meets his lips, Daiki sucks you back down eagerly. A loud moan rips from your chest, caught off guard by his sloppy enthusiasm. "Ah- fuck," you groan, your fingers tightening in his hair, momentarily losing yourself as Daiki puts all the effort he can muster into sucking your cock. "Shit- kitty…" You swallow, and Daiki takes you back down into his throat.

It takes you a moment but as you look down at his furrowed brows, you catch sight of Daiki jerking himself off. The realization hits you like a ton of bricks, and you double over, curling over him as you push him back into your pubes. Daiki moans and swallows around your cock, practically begging for your cum; you give it to him, groaning at the intensity of your orgasm when it washes over you. "Daiki…" You moan breathlessly, shooting your load hard and hot down his throat.

He gags slightly but tries his best not to pull off coughing; it gets too much and he chokes, forcing you off him as he too doubles over into a coughing fit. You watch hazily as he awkwardly moans half-caught between a cough as he cums in his hand. "F- uhg…" He coughs. "Oh god," clearing his throat to catch his breath; your hand finds his hair again petting through it as he recomposes himself.

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