#IVE BEEN WAITING AND BITING MY FINGERS TO RELEASE THIS FOR SO LONG
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Windbreaker Official Q&A !
Part1 âş Part2 âş Part3
(answer releases are slow, so Iâll post an update probably within a month or so?) -> Q&A hosted here
1. What would you spend 500 yen on?
Sakura: âIâd buy Sabotenâs Curry Bread.â
Nirei: âIâd like to buy more notebooks!â
Sugishita: âDunno.â
Kotoha: âA cup of delicious coffee.â
Suo: âI would donate it of course.â
Hiragi: âI just ran out of stomach medicine.â
2. If you were to travel in Japan, where would you like to go?
Sakura: âWell⌠a place worth taking a walk.â
Nirei: âWe should all go to Okinawa, it looks like fun.â
Sugishita: âDunno.â
Kotoha: âI want to see the snowy scenery of nature in Hokkaido.â
Suo: âIâd like to go to a tea plantation in Shizuoka and pick tea.â
Hiragi: âI want to try snowboarding, so probably a ski resort.â
3. What is your favorite seasoning?
Sakura: âKetchup. Omurice with ketchup is the best.â
Nirei: âI like to eat rice cakes with sugary soy sauce!â
Sugishita: âDunno.â
Kotoha: âJapanese-style soup stock. With that, I can make anything delicious.â
Suo: âIâd say soy sauce. It's sweet, isn't it?â
Hiragi: âIt's delicious if you put miso on nigiri rice and bake it.â
4.) What do you think about before going to sleep?
Sakura: âFighting.â
Nirei: âI think about everyone I was with that day.â
Sugishita: âDunno.â
Kotoha: âPothos's sales status.â
Suo: âThe dragon sealed in the left eye is about to rampage, so I guess that's it, haha.â
Hiragi: âIf I canât sleep, I try not to think about it.â
5. What would you eat for your last meal?
Sakura: âWhat⌠Why is it the last one? Iâve never thought about it.â
Nirei: âHigh-class meat. I want to eat til Iâm full!â
Sugishita: âDunno.â
Kotoha: âI dont care what I eat, I just want to eat it with everyone at the facility and the teachers.â
Suo: âHmm, I donât need to eat anything.â
Hiragi: âIf itâs my last meal, then that must mean Iâm in a bad situation, right? That means my stomach hurts, and I wonder if I can eat it. If I can eat it, I might say Katsudon.â
6.) What happened recently that made you happy?
Sakura: âAt the butcher's... I got a bonus when I bought croquettesâŚâ
Nirei: âI was able to have small talk with Mr. Umemiya.â
Sugishita: âDunno.â
Kotoha: âCustomers really liked the new menu.â
Suo: * âI had two tea pillars stand recently.â
Hiragi: âI got a ticket for my favorite band.â (LETS GO TOGETHER PLEASE!!!)
* When pouring freshly brewed loose-leaf tea, you can sometimes expect to find a tea stem/pillar in your tea. Itâs considered good luck if one of those pillars stand vertically.
7.) What would you do if a stranger of the opposite sex asked for your contact information?
Sakura: âWhat?! What are you going to do when you have it!?â
Nirei: âA-are you sure itâs mine you want!? Not Sakura, or Suoâs?!â
Sugishita: âeh⌠uhâŚ. umâŚâ
Kotoha: âSorry~ I have a boyfriend.â
Suo: âI donât have a phone, sorry.â
Hiragi: âO..Oh⌠is my number okay?â (YES PLEASE)
#I NEEDED TO RELEASE THIS IMMEDIATELY#IVE BEEN WAITING AND BITING MY FINGERS TO RELEASE THIS FOR SO LONG#BUT I CANT DO IT ANYMORE#so im making it a multiple part so that i can finally rest easy#in case no one can tell Hiragi is my favorite and quickly becoming an obsession#heâs so underrated#wind breaker#windbreaker#wind breaker (satoru nii)#wind breaker x reader#wind breaker manga#wind breaker official Q&A#wind breaker headcanons#technically canons???#wind breaker Hiragi#Hiragi toma#toma hiragi#wind breaker Sakura#Sakura#sakura haruka#haruka sakura#wind breaker nirei#nirei akihiko#wind breaker suo#suo hayato#hayato suo#wind breaker sugishita#kyotaro sugishita#wind breaker kotoha#kotoha tachibana
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For @succubus-hansol đŤśđź
â ď¸âźď¸CWâźď¸The links in these little blurbs below the cut are literal sex twtr (X) linksâźď¸Proceed at your own will, I've warned youâźď¸â ď¸
These are also my picks. The members I picked are the ones I thought fit the best. There's a lot, might've gone overboard, sorry.
Would it be believable if I said I didn't get hard while looking through my bookmarks? No? Okay, I don't believe my own words either.
Seungmin thinking you've been at the studio or away from him out of country too long and is really needy so he handles it himself, sending you a video and begging for you to just hurry back home cause his fingers or his toys aren't enough. Puppy needs his owner.
Hyunjin, at the beginning of your relationship, believed that only your cock could make him weak and noisy but you proved him wrong with a toy, pulling moans and begs for more out of him as he pushed further back onto the toy.
Jeongin's first time with you and he was super nervous, not sure if he can take you so you suggested at that time just simple, slow fingering while he jerked off to help him relax.
Jisung who made you pull over only minutes from getting home from a date night cause he couldn't wait anymore. You looked too good and his pants were uncomfortably and painfully tight and you squeezing his thigh wasn't helping whatsoever. He needed to be filled with you immediately.
Fucking Chan deep as a reward and stress reliever after returning from the studio. Praising him and making him whine and moan from how deep you are and how good he feels.
Did someone ask for boypuss? No? Too bad. Eating out and fingering Felix fast and hard, his small hands pulling your hair to pull you further into his cunt as he tenses and he's panting out whiny moans, cumming around your fingers when you harshly suck and lick his clit.
This one i've wanted to make something with, this link is tame. Making out with Jeongin, you carried him from the front door to the couch and he's needy, pulling you impossibly closer and cradling your face with sweater paws as he sucks on your tongue and tangles it with his, whining with need before pulling away and begging for more. Then that matches up with this, fucking him into the couch deeply and slowly.
Changbin wanted to ride you but his body was so tired, maybe he shouldn't have asked you to fuck him after the gym but he needed you so you took over, fucking up into him at a brutal pace as you grip and squeeze his hips and his ass, holding him in place as he rapidly abuse his hole to get him to his release.
THIS ONE IVE ALSO BEEN WANTING TO MAKE SOMETHING WITH!! On tour, waking up with Minho and it started with just morning cuddles and kisses but the kisses turned heated and you were rolling him onto his front as you got above him. Fucking him slow and deep, biting his skin wherever you could reach before moving to leave marks on his chest and bite his nipples. Then you move and lay fully on top of him, humping into him and pulling moans and whines out of him as you pick up speed and go harder, faster and deeper, eventually punching moans out of him that have you moving your hands up to cover his mouth. Then your moving him onto all fours and thrusting into him at a brutal pace, making him fall onto his front as he fucks back onto you. (I'm not obsessed, I might make a whole fic from this later.)
These links are ones I found after posting this and wanted to add.
Jisung who fell asleep on your lap while you worked or did stuff on your computer before he's waking up needy from his dream and whines into your neck, squirming on your lap before he pulls back enough and asks if he could use your thigh, removing his sweats before straddling your thigh and immediately starting to hump your thigh at a quick pace, head resting on your shoulder as whiny moans and gaps slip past his lips.
Minho who tied you up, playing and teasing your cock head, driving you crazy with how good he his and how amazing it feels as he sucks and strokes you at a fast pace until your cumming all over his tongue and hand but he doesn't stop, smearing your release and his spit all over your tip and milking you of every drop and overstimulating you as he smears cum and spit all over your tip before he's licking up your cum from his hand and your tip.
Jeongin meaning to save this for just himself accidentally sends it to you and he's freaking out and apologizing but you don't answer, instead you join him in his room and help him out.
Fucking Felix after he presented himself to you in the lingerie set you bought for him.
Ignore the face (Highschool au) Seungmin meeting you after your student council meeting as the president of the council and riding you on the couch in the room student council meetings are held.
Literally any of them surprising you with a school girl outfit for your birthday or anniversary and you immediately have the need to fuck them in the skirt.
You couldn't go on tour with Felix and he's missing you.
Humping Hyunjin's thigh as you finger him and he's moving his hips to hump against your abs.
After math of you and Minho with Jisung
Helping Chan take a break when he's been in the studio for too long or vice versa with Chan helping you when you need a break
Using Jeongin's thighs before schedule starts cause you need him but you don't want him to possibly be in pain or uncomfortable all day.
#twitter links#prn links#random#bleh#stray kids#straykids#stray kids x male reader#hansol my love#hansol my beloved#bang chan#lee know#seo changbin#han jisung#hyunjin#lee felix#kim seungmin#yang jeongin
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hello, my my you are just the sweetest thing and I am LOVING how open your blog is. I literally feel like I can request anything and everything my heart desires and the freedom is awesome. Anyway hers my request, sorry if it's stupid or too long, I'm trying my best. Tom Delonge and female reader where he gets carried away and doesn't notice til after. Like he had a hard day at work and really needed to relax so he just takes the absolute lead. Dragging her to the bedroom and throwing her on the bed without a second thought. Forcing her on her knees like a rag doll and using her sweet pussy til he's satisfied. He'd get rough with it too, maybe he's bite her or cover her mouth just to hear how pretty she sounds moaning against him. Bruises where he held her too tight. And once he's done only then would it click in his mind that he didn't even ask first and that's why she's so shaky and whiny after. What would he do?
ŕŠâŠ tom delonge using you after a hard day at work !! â§âË heavy nsfw / dirty talk / aftercare n fluff
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hi anon !! and omg tysm !! you seem very sweet as well :)) and i will totally do this request for you !! if you have any other requests youâd like to add , also i hope i wrote him correctly !! - let me know !! enjoy <3
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you were laying on you and tomâs shared bed, reading your book as you wait for him to come home. you had been cooped up in the house all day, so pent up. you decided to sit up and walk around the shared home, making your way to the kitchen.
as you were in there you heard the front door unlock, keys jangling as he walked in. you turn and smile at him, âhi, honey.â he groans and makes his way over to you, tiredly plopping himself on you like a jellyfish. âtom! whâ get off of me.â you playfully push him off of you and he chuckles, "what? i just like grabbing you."
a blush creeps onto your cheeks as you feel his hand snake around your waist, pulling you close. "ive been missing you all day, come with me." he pulls you toward him and you both make his way to the bedroom, once youre in he throws you against the mattress and leans over you.
he easily had control over you, its like everything you did was nothing compared to how he owned you. he steadily kissed you, practically eating your face as you squirmed around him. "gotta get that mouth ready for me baby." he grinned, shoving his two fingers in your mouth and holding your jaw open with his other hand.
carefully placing you down on your knees in-front of him, he unbuckles his belt - slowly. terrifyingly slowly. he ruts a little against his own pants as he tells you how bad he wants you, what a good little girl you're being, etc.
finally, his cock springs out - the tip is wet and you can see it pulsating. you outstretch a hand to grap onto it but he yanks you back by your hair, "i wanna be in control today, baby." he takes his other hand and jerks himself in-front of you as he lines his tip towards your mouth.
"you're going to be a big girl and take my cock okay?" he coos, shoving it past your lips and into your mouth. you strain a little, not being allowed to use your hands is misery, causing you to gag worse. he begins to rut into your mouth, earning a groan or two from him.
"ooohhh fuuck baby.. mmm yeah fuck. you take me so fucking good, shitâ." hes grabbed onto both sides of your head and is stuffing you down on his dick. you gag and moan as your hands pat his thighs, begging for release. eventually he pulls out once heâs close, âfuck, donât wanna cum yet.â he says, grabbing you again and throwing you up onto the mattress.
âis your pussy wet yet babe?â he grabs ahold of your pants and peeks into them where he sees your underwear, âfuck, youâre really cute you know that?â he slips a hand down them making you gasp out and grab onto his tatted arm. his fingers brush against your leaking pussy, rubbing against the clit through your underwear - making you squirm.
âi know you like that, you want this dick in you so bad donât you? fuck yeah.â he rubs you slowly, cupping your pussy with his palm as he feels how wet you are for him. âyouâre kind of a slut.â he cackles and yanks his hand out of your pants before fully pulling them down past your thighs aggressively.
âmy dick is so hard for you right now baby, youâre gonna feel so tight around me..â he lines himself up with you and playfully tries to push in, his dick flicking upwards past your clit causing you to spasm. he kisses you deeply, making out with you and pushing his hand under your shirt to fondle one of your breasts.
âi needed this so much, i was imagining at work how it would be like to fuck you right there. your pretty pussy stretched on this dick, so wet and creamy.. fuck, i need to put it in.â you grab his arm before he pushes himself into you, he looks at you for a moment and smiles.
âwhat? you wanna wait?â he chuckles a little, âi can wait for you baby.â you gulp, legs slightly shaking - you lay back and let him take the lead. he looks back down at your pussy and lines himself up again to push, once he pushes he throws his head forward and lets out a breathy moan. nearly collapsing on top of you as he catches himself with his arm, staring at your face - only mere inches away from your mouth.
âbaby.. youâre so tightâ- uhgnn..â he shakes his head, wiping a hand across his face. he props himself up and grabs ahold of one of your legs, slinging it over his shoulder and kneeling back down over you to kiss you. you kiss him breathless, clenching around his swollen cock as he pushes in you deeper.
he grinds himself into you for a bit, thrusting against your belly - eventually he picks up the pace, hard, wet thrusts against your body - rocking the bed in the process. youâre gripping the sheets above your head, holding onto anything for support, he laughs down at you - throwing his head back every other moment.
he would give a quick âmhmâ everytime you moaned or groaned, breathing heavy. âwhoâs pussy is this baby?â âyours..â you croak, eyes squeezed shut as he rams himself into you - âhuh?â âyours!â âgood girl.â he places both his hands on your hips, going at full force. âyouâre gonna take this⌠fucking dick like the good girl you are.. oh shit baby..â his thrusts become sloppy and needy against your tummy, his tip hitting your fucking cervix.
âoh fuck! please, cum in me.. fuck.. iâm gonna!!â you grind your hips against his thrusts, riding out your orgasm arching your back against the bed. he moans out in pleasure as you squeeze around his cock, your wet juices coating it. âfuck baby⌠thatâs gonna make me.. cumâ..â he strains out, thrusting a few more times before giving you one final pump and coiling over your body.
he grinds a bit as he rides his orgasm out, taking one of his hands and holding your throat - propping himself up. giving you a breathy chuckle he kneels down and kisses you once more, youâre shaky and you whine into his mouth. âwhat? donât tell me you didnât like that.â he laughs, standing up and pulling out of you quickly, causing you to jump.
you begin to shut your legs but he tears them open and kneels down infront of you, you look at him quizzically before he begins to suck on your wet clit. your eyes roll back and you fall against the bed again, âah!! fuckâ what are you doing??â you kick your legs up into the air as he eats you, everytime you push his cum out he pushes it back in with his fingers.
âi want you to feel everything baby, i want you fuckinâ- mmnfâ coated in my seed.â he begins to finger fuck you roughly, his own cum spilling out onto his fingers as he fingers your gaping hole - his thumb brushing against your clit.
you donât think you could cum anymore than you already have, youâre shaking all over the place - eventually he stops and gives your pussy a little peck before standing up, heâs hard again but decides itâs probably best to give you a rest. âwanna take a bath?â he coos, rubbing the side of your thigh as you look up at him with furrowed brows.
âyouâre a jerk..â you blush, moving your hair out of your face, âyeah? well youâre beautiful.â you canât hide the playful smile that appears on your face as he watches you, âcome on, letâs take a bath.â he pulls you toward him by your legs and picks you up, carrying you toward the bathroom.
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hehe i finished !! i actually donât know much about tom delonge, so i hope i wrote him correctly .. if not, please tell me !! iâd like to fix this better since im actually quite proud of this lolol - hope you enjoyed !!! <3 feel free to request again :)
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oh to be owned by Papa IV.......smut incoming
as always, find it on Ao3 under morbid_ways
Itâs late. You should be sleeping. Thereâs a warm lump of a person against your back thatâs snoring softly. Heâs been home for 2 days and heâs been sleeping most of the time. Tour has a habit of knocking the shit out of him. But itâs been 2 days of rest, and youâre feeling a littleâŚrestless. You turn your head as far as your neck will allow and take in the sleeping man behind you. His face is soft and settled. Heâs so handsome you find yourself staring a for a bit. And then you get an idea.
Heâll kill you later but right now? Well, right now you need a release. You need to be used. And thatâs one of your newly crowned Papaâs favorite things to do with you. He looks so peaceful; heâs not expecting anything to happen. His breath is warm on your neck, sending shivers down your back, and as you shiver you make sure your ass grinds into his groin. Huh, apparently, youâre not the only one that needs this release. His cock is difficult to feel completely through his night pants, but you can tell heâs getting hard from whatever it is heâs dreaming.
You scoot backwards until youâre firmly pressed against him and give another grind to his erection. He grunts and you know heâs awake. Hands come up and grip your hips and stop you from the next round of grinding you were about to subject him to.
âGood morning to you too, my boy.â He all but bites into your ear. Firm hands keep you still as he starts grinding into you this time. You both draw out pants and moans. You are getting even more restless and heâs getting into what heâs doing but you donât want it to be over before you get what you want.
âPapa, I need you to fuck me.â You whine to him.
He halts his movements and gives a snicker.
âBegging already? Such a needy little pet.â
He sits up so quickly youâre confused and then heâs kneeling over you.
âStrip.â
You mind him and take your clothes off. Youâre wet. So wet. So ready. He keeps you pinned with his eyes while he drags his own pants down his legs and then throws them to the side. His cock is free and ready.
âYouâre going to do this my way. Iâm going to fuck you. Iâm going to fill you, and youâre going to keep it inside until I say you can release it. Thatâs the only way to be a good boy tonight.â
He gets close to you, lingers by your ear for a moment, and finally tells you âThe whole Clergy is going to know who you belong to after this.â
And then heâs gone from your ear and is kneeling back over you.
Youâve just about lost your mind with want. Heâs sexy when heâs commanding you, owning you. This is exactly what you had in mind from the start.
Heâs rubbing his cock through your wetness and against your clit and when heâs got you good and ready he enters you. As commanding as he can be, you know heâs still only thinking of you as he slowly lets you adjust to his cock being nestled inside you. After a moment, heâs pulling back and thrusting in again and youâre finally letting go of the tension thatâs been building since heâs been back in your arms.
Through the rapid thrusts he leaves bite marks along your neck and shoulders, devouring every bit of you he can get to while he pumps away. He knows your angle, knows where to hit, and he has you turned into a begging mess before too long.
The man has stamina but you can tell heâs getting close with you. Heâs got one hand at your dick, fingers circling it, the other hand holding your head by your hair so he can look into your eyes, and heâs pounding you into the mattress with all the strength he has.
âPapa, please, I need you to cum inside me. Please.â
He bites you on the neck again. Heâs way too involved beyond words at this point. His pace gets even faster, thrusts getting harder and sloppy now.
Then, he speaks quickly. âYou will keep your Papaâs cum inside until I say otherwise. Understood?â
You let out a whine and nod frantically as you wait to finally feel the hot liquid, him, inside you.
He stills himself as his orgasm takes over and he pumps his cum into you. As he keeps circling your dick with his fingers, you clamp around his cock and pull the rest of his seed out of him while your own orgasm takes you into momentary oblivion.
When you come back to Earth, thereâs a very sweaty Papa laying on top of you, panting. You poke him in the side with a finger, and he raises up and gives you *that* smile.
âYou are always so good for your Papa. But remember what I said, my boyâŚno releasing until I say so.â
You smile at him. Thatâs all you can do, really. Everything else is all jelly and floating on cloud 9. You absolutely love this feeling, being full, having him in you for so long. When will he let you release? You donât really care at this momentâŚfor now youâre content with being surrounded by Papa Emeritus IV, inside and out.
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If you write for Geralt then some smut please đ¤¤đ¤¤đĽ
âdonât forget who you belong toâ AND "Bed. Now."
That will be good đ¤Š
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Pairing: Geralt x (female) Reader
Summary: you have some light-hearted flirty banter with Jaskier, only Geralt doesnât think it looks so light-hearted⌠So Geralt makes it his mission to remind you that youâre his and his alone
Warnings: smut, fingering, oral (f receiving), penetrative sex (m+f), Dom!Geralt, rough sex, manhandling, multiple orgasms / overstimulation, minors DNI
A/N: LEA YOU ANGEL THIS IS MY FIRST GERALT SMUT AND IVE BEEN WANTING TO WRITE FOR HIM FOR SO LONG SO THANK YOU SM!!!đŽâđ¨đŠ Also these prompts just exude Gerald energy, such good picks bestie!! Hope you like itâ¨đ¤
This is for people 18+ only. Minors do not read on. If you click âkeep readingâ you are hereby agreeing that you are 18 or older.
You laugh at Jaskierâs latest witty comment, your drink nearly spilling. The two of you fall into each other as you attempt to control your laughter. You wipe a tear from your eye as you wheeze, finally calming down enough to breathe properly again.
You and Jaskier fall back into conversation again, laughing again every few minutes. Eventually the topic of Jaskierâs fancy new red leather tailcoat is brought up. Yennefer is quick to scoff at it, thinking it to be rather gaudy.
âAh Yen, I think it looks nice!â You defend. âDonât listen to her Jask, it looks good on you.â
âWhy thank you y/nâ he bows sarcastically before winking at you. You smile fondly at him.
The whole tavern suddenly quiets as a chair scrapes loudly. You all spin round to see Geralt standing up from his seat across the room. You can see a visible tension in his shoulders, his whole body and face the perfect definition of brooding. He strides towards you, looking at you pointedly, before walking straight past you and up the tavern stairs.
Shit. You were in trouble now. You knew Geralt well enough to read the silent command in his eyes. The command that read follow me. Now.
The general noise of the tavern returns and youâre able to quietly excuse yourself from the company of Yennefer and Jaskier. You follow where Geralt had gone up the stairs. You knew youâd find him in the room the two of you had rented for the few nights you were staying in this location.
Sure enough you meekly open the door to the room to discover Geralt stood in the centre of the room waiting for you. You close the door quietly behind you before stepping towards Geralt. You could practically feel the fury radiating from him. You stop a few paces in front of him when he shoots you a glare.
Geralt was a man of few words. Most of his communication you observed through his body language, and, having been together for years now, you knew how to read him quite well. You knew right now he was seething from how close you and Jaskier were. He was jealous, to summarise the point briefly. You also knew that trying to reassure him would do no good. He needed to work this through in his own way.
He moves to close the gap between you. He grabs the back of your neck roughly, pulling at your hair, forcing your head up to look at him, a small whimper leaving you. He leers down at you, a snarl on his lips.
Then those snarling lips are upon you. He kisses you roughly, your teeth clashing. You moan into the kiss as he shoves his tongue harshly into your mouth. The kiss is messy, frantic, his mouth completely dominating yours, his teeth biting at your lips as he continues to hold you in place by the back of your neck. Youâre about to wrap your arms around his neck to hold him closer when he suddenly pulls his mouth of you, holding you away from him by your neck.
âStrip. Then on the bed. Nowâ is all he says. The growl in his voice lets you know thereâs no room for arguing. He releases your neck and watches as you walk over to the bed. You stop to wiggle out of your dress, letting it pool to the floor around you, leaving you completely naked under the intense stare of Geralt. You hear a small satisfied âhmmâ from him at the sight of your naked body.
âLie down. Legs openâ is his next firm instruction. You feel yourself get wet at his words. Oh you were in for trouble. And you could not wait.
You obey his instruction, climbing onto the bed and laying on your back, relishing the feeling of the furs on your naked skin. You sit up on your elbows as you open your legs for Gerald, baring your dripping cunt to him. You see hunger take over his yellow eyes as he walks towards the edge of the bed. He slots himself between your legs before running one hand down your leg. He doesnât take his time with you. He wanted to claim you as his and he wanted to do it quickly.
His hand reaches your core and he immediately inserts one of his thick fingers inside you, your own slick allowing him to sink his finger in easily. Just as you moan at the sensation of that first contact he already inserts another, stretching you open with his thick digits. He fucks you hard and fast with his fingers, curling them forwards with each thrust, ensuring to hit your sweet spot. He then adds his thumb to the mix, placing it on your clit and circling in sync with his pumping.
âYou think that idiot Jaskier can make you squirm like this?â He suddenly growls, applying extra pressure with his thumb in your clit. The pressure makes you writhe on the bed, your back arching, your pussy bucking up into Geraltâs hand, a pathetic mewl the only response you can fathom. You hear another satisfied âhmmâ from Garalt seeing you unable to even fathom a response.
You feel the burn to begin inside your stomach, its heat matching that of the fire burning in the room. You can feel a fine layer of sweat break across your body as buck under Geraltâs hand. You throw your head back in ecstasy as you feel your orgasm break over you. Your legs are trembling as you convulse around Geraltâs fingers, you thighs clenching together, keeping Geraltâs hand locked in place as you ride out your high.
After barely giving you a second to catch you breath Gerald pulls his hand from you. He then uses both hands to pin your legs open, spreading you before him. You sit up on your elbow again to look at him just in time to see him sinking to his knees at the foot of the bed. Your stomach knots in anticipation of whatâs coming next. He hovers his mouth just above your waiting core, eyes locked with yours again.
âI want you to watch me. I want you to see that Iâm the only one who gets to eat this cuntâ he commands deeply. You whimper at this words and nod your head weakly. A tiny smirk tugs at his mouth before he finally dives into your dripping pussy. He licks a stripe up your folds before his tongue finds home on your clit. He keeps his eyes locked on yours as he begins to lap and flick at your bundle of nerves. You whimper as he switches tactics to sucking your clit into his mouth before releasing it and lapping at you again. Your hips begin to rock into his mouth of their own accord. A deep groan grumbles through Geralt and you almost cry at the feeling of the vibrations coursing through you. You can feel his rough stubble scratching at the sensitive skin of your inner thighs. It takes everything in you to keep from tossing your head back in pleasure. You writhe and squirm beneath his mouth as you struggle to keep your eyes open, watching him.
The sight of him between your legs is almost otherworldly. His golden eyes trained on yours, alight with a fiery a lust thatâs matched by the actual fire reflecting from across the room. His skin grimy as always, alight with the glow of the fire and the sheen of sweat. His silver hair coming loose from his half ponytail, tickling the skin of your thighs and belly. His rough, calloused hands are keeping your legs pinned open as he devours you.
âAhh... fuck, Geraltâ you whimper. He hums in satisfaction at hearing his name in your mouth. The vibrations from his hum finally cause you tip over the edge, your second climax coursing through you. You can feel Geralt smirk against your core as he watches your face as you fall apart, your eyes still on him. You then finally let your head fall back, your body collapse back onto the bed as you pant heavily. You close your eyes and revel in the bliss, The softness of the furs beneath you, the sound of the crackling fire, your body in a total state of euphoria. You think you can hear the sounds of fabric rustling but youâre too blissed out too care.
But Geralt wasnât done with you yet.
You cry in surprise when you feel him grab you hips harshly. He flips you over and practically throws you back onto the bed. You even have a second to register your new position before you feel Geralt climb over the top of you, his incredible body dwarfing yours. You can feel he's naked on top of you, his bare chest against your back, the outline of his hardened cock rubbing against your ass. Your small whimper is covered by Geraltâs loud grunt as he shoves his cock inside you. He doesnât go slow, thrusting into you all the way in one swift motion. You can feel a small burn, his thick cock stretching you out, a pleasure with a touch of pain.
Geraltâs grunts are loud in your ear as he fucks himself into you roughly, his one hand holding your hip in a bruising grip. He pins you down to the bed with his body. You can the feel contrast of his warm flesh against the cold of his medallion as itâs lost between your bodies, the cold metal digging into your back. The entire bed is shaking with the force of him driving into you. You can already feel youâll be sore tomorrow. A deliberate reminder of who really owns your pussy.
Geralt gets to work biting at your neck, sucking deep bruises into your skin. He was leaving his mark on you, making sure that the world could see exactly who you belonged to.
âSay my nameâ he suddenly demands with a growl. You whimper again, barely coherent with how drunk you were on his dick.
âSay my nameâ he snarls again, placing a sharp slap to the side of your ass. You gasp at the sting, a tear springing in your eye.
âAh fuck... Geraltâ you cry. âShit Geralt you feel so fucking goodâ mewl. He grunts in approval at hearing his name on your lips again.
âDonât forget who you belong toâ he says each word in time his thrusts. You cry out beneath him as he ploughs into you painfully hard.
âYouâre mineâ he seethes.
âYes Geralt. Yours. Only yoursâ you whimper as your body starts to convulse, that fire exploding in the pit of your stomach as you cum again. Your walls clench around Geralt repeatedly as you shake beneath him.
âFuckâ he grunts in your ear as his brutal pace finally falters. Your clenching walls milk his cock inside you, filling you up with his release. He ruts into a few more times, making sure to draw out both of your climaxes. He then rolls off you and collapses on his back beside you.
You stay where you are for a few minutes, trying to gain some control over your breathing. Eventually you manage to drag yourself the few inches until youâre resting on his broad chest, your ear just above his heart, listening to the steady rhythm of it beating. His one arm rests behind his head but he brings the other arm around your back, pushing you closer against him. You hook your leg over his thigh, slotting your body against his side. His hand rests on your ass, his palm curving to perfectly cup one of your cheeks.
Youâre both sticky with sweat and grime. The new angle of your leg lets you feel as Geralt's cum leaks out of you, dripping onto your thigh and his. But neither of you care. You both stay where you are, content to revel in this hot mess, as long as you were touching, as long as you could feel the warmth and safety of the other.
After a while you turn your head to look up at him, his eyes are closed but you know heâs not asleep yet.
âThat was funâ you whisper, smirking up him. âMaybe I should flirt with Jaskier more oftenâ you tease.
An angry âhmmâ is all Geralt responds but you can feel his body tense with anger underneath you.
âIâm jesting, Geraltâ you say softly, rolling your eyes. âIâm yours and yours onlyâ you say kissing one of the many scars on his chest.
âMineâ he confirms with a light slap on your ass..
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Teacherâs Pet III
Pairing: Professor!Natasha Romanoff xVirgin!Reader
Summary: She lives in daydreams with you, little did you know those daydreams are coming true... in the car.
Warnings: car sex, use of bunny as nickname, smut (18+)
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âYouâre cute.â
âCute?â you ask while biting your lip. Youâre fidgeting on the passenger seat as Natasha keeps her eyes on the road. The drive isnât long, but with her in the driverâs seat and all the red lights, the drive seemed longer than ever.
âYeah, cute.â
âThank you, Professor.â
âYou can call me Natasha,â she compels with a soft nod and strict tone.
âOkay, Natasha.â You test her name on your tongue. The new name you will call when your fingers are burying themselves deep inside you and youâre biting down on your pillow to keep your vocals at bay.
âWhenever weâre alone at least.â
Before you could fall inside the deep rabbit hole you feel her hand on your thigh. Suddenly you canât breathe. Your mind is racing and your head fills with more inappropriate thoughts.
âWill we be alone together often?â
âDo you want to be?â
âYes.â Youâre not sure if your âyesâ is loud enough for her to hear, but you take the squeeze she gives your thigh as confirmation.
You barely notice when she pulls over on the side of the empty road. You didnât realized how late it was until your phone lit up, 9:17PM.
âWhatâs going through your head, bunny?â She asks as she rubs soothing circles on your bare thigh. Not to mention the nickname she happily calls you.
âAm I dreaming?â You canât recall when her left hand slips under your skirt with the way your body is heating up and itâs not because of the seat warmer.
âDo you typically dream of this?â
âYes,â you nod shyly. Again your fingers fidget with each other, but stop when Natashaâs free hand holds yours. Her skin is baby soft and smooth, you ďżźyearn to feel it caress your skin.
âWhat do you dream about, pet?â
âYou.â You take the second squeeze she gives to your thigh as a signal to continue. Her fingertips are just an inch away from the place you need her most. âI dream of you on top of me and telling me that Iâm your good girl.â
âMy good girl?â
The words alone make you melt and you subconsciously open your thighs, inviting her hand to slip underneath your white sheer underwear.
âYes, please. Iâll be your good girl. âM always a good girl.â
âOkay, bunny. Then youâre mine.â
You almost donât comprehend her words due to the way she rubs your clit over your thick underwear
âHas my good girl ever been with a woman before?â She asks.
Like a deer caught in headlights, your eyes widened. Was it better to lie and say youâve been with women? Lie and say youâve been with anyone other then your two -sometimes three- fingers?
âNo,â you whimper.
âPoor boys have nothing on me,â she brags and you believe her. You believe her even though you have no men to compare her to.
âIâve never been with anyone.â
âOh bunny,â she whispers more to herself.
The nickname makes you throb and you grind yourself onto her waiting hand between your thighs. Her hand warms instantly from the heat your skin releases. You bite back a moan when her fingers rub your pussy over your underwear. You canât help but let out a whimper when her fingers trail lower to your covered entrance.
âWe are going to have a lot of fun. Arenât we?â She asks with a sinister smile, as if sheâs planning on ruining every inch of good and innocence inside you. This âfunâ will be more for her enjoyment than yours.
âPlease. Touch me.â
âTake them off for me.â
You wiggle in your seat while unhooking the white material from your legs, and letting them bunch at your ankles. Thereâs a moment where you think you only imagine this, that this is just another daydream where sheâs the first one that you see.
âBunny? Did you hear me?â
âSorry, Professor,â you apologize nervously, her hand is still between your thighs yet so far away from your throbbing ache.
She looks at you with a stern stare and you quickly realize your second mistake. Call her Natasha, especially when the both of you are alone. Right now? Youâre definitely alone. Surrounded by emptiness, on a lonely street youâve never come across.
âNatasha, sorry.â
âDonât need to apologize, itâs your first time, we all have our little mistakes, right?â She asks, squeezing your face so your cheeks are full and your lips are puckered.
âYes.â You nod as best you can in her firm grip.
The way you look up at her makes Natasha want to kiss your lips until theyâre bruised. To a point where you could still feel her lips the next day. Natasha dreams of your lips around her soaked fingers, your mouth between her legs.
âPlease Natasha,â you beg her.
Natasha simply ignores your cries and brings her thumb to your mouth. She presses her thumb to your lips, hoping youâd get the message. Fortunately, you do and suck her thumb into your warm mouth.
âBunny?â
âMmm?â You hum around her thumb before she removes it from your mouth. Thereâs a string of saliva that connects from her thumb to your tongue. You watch has her thumb finds itself between your legs.
You donât know what game sheâs playing but itâs driving you crazy.
âHave you ever touched yourself,â She pauses and for a moment your confused until her wet thumb comes in contact with your sensitive clit. âHere?â
You gasp from the pleasure, throw your head back and shut your eyes. Your mind focusses on her soaked thumb rubs light circles on your clit. The pleasure is so much you can barely process a single thought.
âWell?â She whispers into your neck. You can feel her lips brush against your skin and it feels like everything you dream about.
âI- I have.â You stutter as she presses a gentle kiss on your exposed collar bone.
âNaughty bunny.â She jokes as she continues to rub wet circles on your clit.
âFaster.â
Natasha holds back a scolding when she hears you demand something instead of asking nicely, but she too wanted to go faster. So she listens and rubs faster, adding a bit more pressure, but not too much where it hurts.
You nod with a quite âmhmmâ. Natasha thinks youâre addicting. The way you donât force your reaction. Your moans are real, the way you ride her hand is real, even the way your thighs shake from pleasure is real.
âCan I come?â
Natasha wants to kiss you right then and there when you ask, like a good girl. Training you would be much easier since you catch on quickly. Sheâs surprised with how fast you were to your end, but she took one look at the slick between your thighs and heard the low sounds of your wetness and doesnât question it.
âGo ahead, bunny.â Before she can even finish saying your new nickname, you come. Your whole body overcomes with sparks of pleasure and your eyes roll back.
The small praises that leave Natashaâs lips are barely audible. Thereâs almost a ringing in your ears and your thighs are wet with your slick. Your body feels like itâs on cloud nine, buzzing with pleasure. Your mind is blurry and your thoughts are messy as you work on breathing.
By the time you catch your breath Natasha is stepping on the gas with a small smirk on her face. She drives toward your accommodations and you are still trying to comprehend whatâs happening.
Whenever Natasha stops at a light she looks your way. She takes in the when your thighs are still slightly apart and your white underwear bunch up by your ankles. Your heart feels like itâs beating out of your chest.
Trying your best to avoid her stare due to your nerves coming back. Fortunately, you donât have to deal with your nerves for long. Natasha is pulling over again, and it feels like dĂŠjĂ vu. ďżź
âThank you,â you whisper shyly, not really sure if youâre thanking for her the orgasm or the ride.
Still you worry if âthank youâ is the correct thing to say when something as strange as this happens. Not having an clue what happens after someone makes you come, especially your own professor. You rush to tug your underwear back on and have the urge to kiss her goodbye, yet you ignore the urge and step out of the car.
âAnytime.â
âYou mean that?â You question hopefully while holding the door open. The cold air meets the inside of your thighs and you force yourself to hide a shiver.
âOf course, bunny.â
âSee you in class?â
Natasha nods and you take that as you signal to leave. You try not to trip or fall because you can feel eyes burning holes on your back. Unlocking the main door and turn back to wave at the woman waiting in the car.
Until next class.
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only you || part v
Stepdad!Osamu x Fem!Reader
WARNINGS: spit, semi-public sex, alcohol, oral (f+m receiving), male masturbation, female masturbation, daddy kink, breeding kink, squirting, hair pulling, cum eating
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part i || part ii || part iii || part iv || part v || part vi || extras || only you, too
âCanât I just stay the night?â Atsumu groaned as he got dressed.
âWeâre going out tonight,â Osamu said, throwing Atsumuâs shirt at him.
You rolled over in the bed, pulling the blanket over your nude form. You propped yourself up on your elbow, appreciating Osamuâs strong body as he pulled his boxers up.
âGood morning, baby,â Osamu said, smiling as he leaned down to peck your lips.
âMmm, morning,â you hummed. âWhat time is it?â
âFive in the afternoon,â he said. âYou only slept for a few hours.â
You nodded, stretching out and yawning. âIâm going to shower,â you mumbled, sitting up.
You looked at Atsumu, who was still standing in your room.
âWhat?â He asked, finally noticing you staring at him.
âGet out,â you said, gesturing towards the door.
âLike I wasnât just balls deep in yer pussy,â he grumbled, crossing his arms and walking out.
âLike you didnât nearly cum in your pants while I choked you!â You called after him. You smiled as you heard him grumbling from the hallway.
âYa okay?â Osamu asked.
You shrugged as you stood up on wobbly legs. âA little sore.â
You took a step towards your bathroom and your knees buckled. Thankfully, Osamu managed to grab your waist before you could fall.
âLet me help ya,â he said, holding you steady as you shakily walked to the bathroom. He sat you on the edge of the tub as he started the shower.
âIâve got it from here,â you said. Your legs shook as you stood up but they stayed under you.
âCall if ya need me,â Osamu said, helping you into the shower.
You showered quickly. You brushed your teeth and fixed your hair before joining the twins in the living room.
âYou never said where we were going tonight,â you said, curling up by Osamu on the couch. âHow should I dress?â
âCasual,â he said, wrapping his arm around you and pulling you closer. âWhat youâre wearing now is fine.â
You glanced down at the sundress you were wearing. It was longer than your other one, so it already had Osamuâs stamp of approval.
You nodded and rested your head on his shoulder.
âWeâre getting dinner? Great, where are we going?â Atsumu asked, plopping down next to you.
âWeâre getting dinner and yer goinâ home,â Osamu said.
âWorth a try,â Atsumu said, shrugging. âKiss goodbye?â
âIâm gonna kick yer ass,â Osamu said. Atsumu stood with a smirk.
âNot even a lil one?â Atsumu said. You smiled and stood up, pressing a kiss to his cheek.
âDonât forget to cover that bruise on your throat,â you said, sitting back down. Atsumu whipped out his phone, swearing loudly when he saw the hand-shaped bruise across his neck.
âDamn it, what am I supposed to tell the boys?â Atsumu asked.
You shrugged as you cuddled into Osamuâs side.
âThat you like getting choked by cute girls?â You suggested. âNothing to be ashamed of.â
Atsumu groaned out a goodbye as he left.
Osamu pulled you into his lap and peppered kisses on your face as you giggled.
âNot that I donât like it, but what was that for?â You asked, smiling after he kissed your lips.
âWhat, I canât kiss my girlfriend?â Osamu asked, kissing your nose again. âJust wanna remind ya who ya belong to.â
âNever forgot,â you said, pecking his lips. âNeed I remind you whose name I was moaning the whole time?â
You cupped his face and peppered him with kisses. âI love you, Miya Osamu.â
âI love ya,â Osamu said, kissing your lips one more time. âLet me go get dressed and we can go eat.â
âI guess I can let you go,â you said, moving off his lap. You laid on the couch, watching him walk down the hallway.
You checked your phone, responding to a few messages from your school friends and checking your socials. As expected, your momâs âitâs complicatedâ status had garnered a lot of attention. Comments ranging from âoh, iâm sorry sweetieâ to âi never liked him anywayâ to, to your joy, âhe was too young for you anyway, donât you have a daughter his age?â.
You cackled as you scrolled through the comments. Your mom had even responded to some, stating âhe knows what he didâ. You rolled your eyes and closed your facebook.
âReady?â Osamu asked, stepping in front of you.
âWhen you are,â you said.
The restaurant was small and cozy, with the scent of fresh bread filling the air. You smiled as Osamu led you to a table in a secluded corner, pulling out your seat for you before sitting across from you.
âEverything here is fantastic,â Osamu said as you read over the menu. âMy friend from uni runs this place, heâs almost a better chef than I am.â
âAlmost?â You questioned. âSo humble, Osamu.â
âMiya-kun!â A man exclaimed, rushing towards your table.
âTakahashi-kun,â Osamu greeted, smiling at the man.
âItâs been a while!â Takahashi said. âThis the wife?â
You winced.
âAh, not yet,â Osamu said. âIâm actually in the process of getting a divorce. This is my girlfriend, L/n Y/n.â
You smiled widely. âHi, nice to meet you,â you said.
âNice to meet you! Itâs nice that you managed to get Miya to drag you out here, he rarely makes time to come visit his old friends,â Takahashi said. âI think I met the wife once? Maybe twice.â
âI have my own restaurant to run,â Osamu said. Takahashi rolled his eyes. âYou can also visit me.â
âI have my own restaurant to run,â Takahashi said with a small laugh. âSpeaking of, what can I start you off with?â
Your food came out quickly. Takahashi made polite conversation before leaving you two by yourselves.
âSo, tell me about your childhood,â you said. âI feel like we only ever talk about me.â
âWhat do ya wanna know?â Osamu asked, taking a bite of his rice.
âWhat are your parents like?â You asked.
âMy ma raised us alone,â Osamu said. He smiled before continuing. âOur dad wasnât that great, he left when we were still babies.â
âOh, Iâm sorry,â you said.
Osamu shrugged. âHe wasnât a great guy, anyway. Leaving was probably the best thing he ever did for us. He used to abuse my ma. He tried to come back when Tsumu and I were in high school, but we ran him off.â
âRan him off?â You asked.
âHe got a lil too hands-on with ma, and Tsumu and I kicked his ass out the door and told him not to come back,â Osamu said. âAnd that was the last time we saw him.â
You hummed. âGood for you, then.â
âBut yeah, ma raised us by herself, never remarried or anything. She worked two jobs just to support us and put us through volleyball,â Osamu said. âBut she never missed a game.â
âShe sounds great,â you said, taking a sip of your drink.
âShe is,â Osamu said, smiling fondly. âI canât wait for ya to meet her.â
âIâm looking forward to it,â you said, smiling. âTell me something else, I want to know everything.â
Osamu smiled at you before reaching across the table and grabbing your free hand.
âTsumu and I have always been really competitive,â Osamu started. You smiled at him as he spoke.
âI really enjoyed the food,â you told Takahashi as he cleared off your table. âAnd thank you for the dessert, it was amazing.
âAnything for a friend!â Takahashi exclaimed, stacking the two empty plates in his hands. âAnd donât worry about the bill, consider it on the house.â
âI owe you one,â Osamu said.
âIâll take salted salmon onigiri and your miso soup any day of the week,â Takahashi said, smiling widely. âIt was nice meeting you, and Miya-kun, it was nice seeing you again. Donât be a stranger!â
âIâll try to come by more often,â Osamu said. You both stood after Takahashi disappeared into the kitchen. Osamu grabbed your hand, pulling you out of the restaurant.
âThat was nice,â you said, swinging yours and Osamuâs arms.
âIt was,â Osamu agreed. âWhat do ya want to do now?â
âI donât know, do you have anything in mind?â You asked.
âThereâs a club I like thatâs not too far from here,â Osamu said.
âThat sounds fun,â you said, smiling. âYouâre buying the first round of drinks.â
âDeal,â Osamu said. He stopped abruptly, tugging you into his chest and leaning down. ���I love ya.â He pecked your lips.
âYou keep saying that like the worldâll end if you donât,â you teased, standing on your tiptoes to kiss him again.
âJusâ donât want ya to forget,â Osamu mumbled. âGotta remind ya.â
âI think itâs sweet,â you said. You intertwined your fingers with his and brought his hand up to your lips. âI love you, too.â
You smiled as Osamu handed you a glass.
âOne vodka cran for my princess,â he said, sliding into the booth next to you.
âThank you,â you said. You took a sip of your drink and made a face. âA little light on the cran.â
âLightweight,â Osamu teased. He tossed back his glass of whiskey and shivered. âUgh.â
âLightweight,â you mocked, elbowing his side. You downed your drink. âDance with me?â
âOf course, anything my princess wants,â Osamu said. He pulled you out of the booth and onto the dance floor.
Osamuâs hands rested on your hips as you ground against him. It wasnât long before Osamu was turning you around, pulling you against his body as his hips moved to the beat. Your bodies moved together, grinding and bumping against each other as the two of you felt the rhythm.
You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him down to face you.
âYa look like a goddess,â Osamu breathed in your ear. âEvery guy in this club has his eyes on ya.â
You let out a shaky moan as Osamuâs hips dragged against yours.
âCome on,â Osamu mumbled, pulling you through the dancing bodies.
Osamu led you into the bathroom, locking the door behind you. He sat you on the edge of the sink, lips slotting against yours sloppily.
âSamu,â you said, running your hands up his shirt as he pushed your dress up around your waist. âWanna feel you.â
âLater, princess,â he said, pushing his jeans down just enough to release his cock. âGotta be in ya.â
He tugged your panties to the side and pressed the head of his cock flush against your entrance.
âI love ya,â he said, pecking your lips before pushing into you. You let out a high moan as he stretched you.
âGen-gentle,â you stuttered. âStill sore from earlier.â
âOh, princess, I got ya,â Osamu said, tip kissing your cervix. He held you tightly against him as he slowly thrusted into you. You moaned softly as you rested your head against his chest.
âLove ya so much, jusâ wanna fill ya with my babies,â Osamu said. You moaned, wrapping your legs around him and pulling him in deeper.
âLove you,â you moaned, kissing his neck. Osamu reached between you and rubbed your clit slowly, in time with his thrusts.
âNot gonna last,â he groaned. The fingers on your clit sped up. âCream around my cock, princess.â
Your hands clenched in Osamuâs shirt as your stomach tightens. Your thighs trembled as you moaned in his ear.
âFuck, fuck, fuck,â Osamu groaned. His cock twitched as your walls clamped around him. You came with a soft moan, burying your face in his neck as Osamu filled you with cum.
âSamu,â you whined as he pulled out. A mix of yours and his cum slowly leaked out of your stretched hole.
âHold on,â Osamu said, kneeling in front of you. He tossed your legs over his shoulders and licked a bold stripe up your cum coated folds.
âOsamu!â You exclaimed, legs twitching as his tongue licked deep into your hole. You moaned as he ate you out like a man starved, slurping up cum and spreading your pussy lips with his fingers to lick deeper.
âTaste so good with my cum leakinâ outta ya,â Osamu moaned. He stood up and kissed you, pushing cum into your waiting mouth. You moaned and swallowed instinctively.
You hummed and kissed him again. âMmm, thank you,â you mumbled against his lips.
âCome on, Iâm about ready to get ya outta that dress,â Osamu said, lifting you off the sink. Your legs shook as you stood up, and Osamu wrapped his arm around you to keep you steady.
âLetâs go home,â you said, smiling at him.
âBaby, no,â Osamu groaned as you sat up in your bed. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you back down against his chest.
âWeâre supposed to meet the boys in an hour,â you said, struggling to escape Osamuâs iron grip around you. âI need to shower and get my stuff together.â
âCanât we just cancel?â Osamu asked, holding you tighter. âJust, I wanna spend the day with ya. We can do whatever ya want.â
âBaby, we still have three free days before my mom gets back,â you said. âLetâs just go play this game and then we can come back home and spend the rest of the day in bed.â
Osamu pouted but let you go.
âThank you,â you said, crawling over him. You pecked his lips before you rolled out of bed. âCome shower with me?â
Osamu was up immediately, following you to your bathroom.
Your shower lasted longer than it shouldâve, thanks to Osamu. As soon as the water hit your body, his lips were glued to your skin, his hands on your waist. Before you knew it, you were pressed against the cool, shower wall as he fucked you from behind.
âWeâre gonna be late,â you complained as you got dressed.
âDidnât hear ya complaininâ when ya were cumminâ âround my cock, princess,â Osamu said, kissing your head.
You swatted him away, glaring at him.
âYouâre insatiable,â you grumbled, tossing a pair of black spandex shorts in your gym bag.
âIâll show ya insatiable,â he said, hugging you from behind. His hand slipped down the front of your skirt, teasing the edge of your panties as he sucked on your neck.
âSamu, no,â you said, making no move to push him off. You bucked against his hand as his fingers circled your clit.
âCome on, baby,â Osamu mumbled, lips pressed against your skin. âLet me make ya cum one more time.â
You huffed. âFive minutes, then weâre leaving.â
âMore than enough.â
âHey, hey, hey!â Bokuto exclaimed, hugging you tightly as you walked onto the court.
âBokkun!â You exclaimed, smiling widely as he spun you around.
âY/n-chan!â Hinata exclaimed, hugging you as soon as Bokuto sat you down.
âMy favourite niece!â Atsumu shouted, running across the court to greet you. Sakusa followed after him, offering you a casual nod as Atsumu hugged you.
âI might as well not even be here,â Osamu said, crossing his arms.
âOsamu-kun!â Hinata exclaimed, throwing himself at the man. Osamu immediately caught him, and tossed him back on his feet.
âJust a hello wouldâve been fine,â Osamu said.
You giggled as he walked over to you, gluing himself to your side.
âLet us go change and we can get started,â you said.
âLocker rooms are that way,â Sakusa said, pointing towards the end of the gym. âHope you donât mind using the menâs, the womenâs is locked up today.â
âItâs fine,â you said, shrugging. You followed Osamu into the locker rooms and changed quickly.
âHey,â Osamu called before you could walk out. You turned towards him. âI love ya.â He pecked your lips before following you out of the locker rooms.
âOkay, letâs play!â You exclaimed, clapping your hands together.
Hinata whooped loudly as he jogged towards you.
âWeâre gonna crush them!â He exclaimed. Bokuto high fived you both as Osamu joined Atsumu and Sakusa.
âLetâs warm up first,â you said, smiling.
You stretched out, rolling your shoulders before getting into position. You set a few balls for both boys before Sakusa called for the game to start.
The game lasted five sets, your team winning three of them. After Hinata scored the last point, Bokuto pulled you into a tight hug, spinning you around.
âAha! Suck it!â You shouted once Bokuto put you down. Atsumu flipped you off, smiling regardless.
âWe let you win,â Osamu said, ducking under the net. You rolled your eyes as he pulled you into a hug.
âOh, sure,â you said.
âNo hugging the enemy!â Atsumu exclaimed. Sakusa slapped him on the back of the head before hugging you quickly.
âYouâre good, probably better than Atsumu,â Sakusa said. You smiled widely.
âThanks,â you said as Osamu wrapped his arm around your waist. Bokuto and Hinata both gave you a look.
âI have something to tell ya,â Osamu said. You cocked an eyebrow as you looked up at him. âM/n and I are getting a divorce.â
âFinally,â Bokuto groaned. âI couldnât take her hitting on me every time we saw each other.â
âSo, youâre with her daughter now?â Sakusa asked. Your face heated up as Osamu nodded.
âAnd this isnât just you trying to get back at her for trying to sleep with us?â Sakusa asked.
âNo, I love Y/n,â Osamu said, glancing down at you with a smile.
âAnd I love you,â you said.
âAs sweet as that is, isnât it a little fast?â Sakusa asked.
âProbably,â you said. âBut who cares? My momâll probably be remarried by the end of the year.â
âWe know the relationship is a little taboo,â Osamu said, âbut we just canât help it.â
âPay up,â Hinata said, grinning widely as he held his hand out to Bokuto.
âFuck you,â Bokuto grumbled, handing a bill over to Hinata.
âWhat exactly did you two bet on?â You asked.
âWhen you two would get together,â Hinata said. âBokuto-kun bet it would be the next time you visited.â
âShouldâve known Osamu-kun would move fast,â Bokuto said, hair drooping.
âAtsumu obviously already knew,â Sakusa said. Atsumu smiled widely.
âItâs a twin thing,â he said.
âShut up, you literally caught us,â you said, shoving the blond twin.
âBut it was my twin senses which led me to catching you,â Atsumu said. You rolled your eyes.
âAnyway, lunch?â You asked.
âBaby, you promised,â Osamu groaned as you sat up in bed.
âPromised what?â You asked, stretching your arms out.
âWe could spend one of our days in bed,â Osamu said, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you back down.
âOne, I never promised that,â you said. âAnd two, I need to pee. Then Iâll come right back to bed.â
âFine,â Osamu said, pouting. He released you from his hold. You hopped up and walked to the bathroom. You showered quickly and brushed your teeth before redressing in your pajamas (Osamuâs t-shirt and a pair of his boxers).
âYa take too long,â Osamu grumbled as you crawled back into your bed. He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into his chest.
âI took ten minutes to shower and wash off, sue me,â you said, rolling your eyes.
Osamu rolled over, pulling you on top of him. âWhy wash off when Iâm about to make ya dirty again?â
You laughed. âThat was so bad, Samu.â
Osamu pushed your shirt up and over your head, tossing it to the floor. He grabbed your breasts, squeezing them and teasing your nipples with his fingers.
âSamu,â you moaned, running your hands over his broad chest. âLet me.â
Osamu pulled his hands away from your skin as you leaned down. Your plush lips wrapped around his left nipple, your tongue teasing the cool, metal barbell as you pinched his other nipple with your fingers.
âFuck,â Osamu hissed, lowly. His back arched as your free hand drifted to his half hard dick. You palmed him through his boxers, heart racing as you felt him harden beneath your touch.
You pulled back, a string of saliva still connecting you to Osamu. You pinched his swollen, spit-covered nipple, drawing out a high pitched moan from him as you switched to the other.
âBaby,â Osamu breathed, tugging your hair as you suckled his nipple. You hummed in response. âFeels good.â
You smiled against his skin as you continued to palm him. You pushed his boxers down, freeing his cock. You pulled away, straddling him.
âWanna watch you,â you said, running your hands over his soft stomach.
âWatch me what, baby?â He asked, settling his hands on your hips.
âWanna watch you get off,â you said. âPlease, Samu, I wanna watch you touch yourself.â
âWhy would I do that when yer right here?â He asked, moving your hips so you ground against his cock.
âPlease,â you begged. âPlease, I wanna know what you look like when youâre getting yourself off. Please, daddy, for me.â
Osamu sighed. âFine, just for ya, princess.â
âThank you, thank you, thank you,â you said, leaning down and kissing him. You moved off of him, watching as he kicked his boxers off.
Osamu wrapped his hand around the base of his cock and let out a shaky breath. He pumped himself once, twice before letting his free hand drift to his puffy nipples.
âY/n,â he moaned, softly as you leaned back, pushing your hand under the waistband of Osamuâs boxers you were wearing.
âIâm right here, baby,â you said, reaching out with your free hand to touch his shoulder. He relaxed at your touch and pumped his length slowly.
âDoesnât feel like ya,â Osamu whined as he thumbed his slit. You pressed two fingers against your clit as he gathered precum on his thumb.
âLet me taste,â you said, grabbing his arm. He lifted his hand to your face, letting you suck his thumb into your mouth, licking the precum away.
âJust want ya to touch me,â Osamu said as you hollowed your cheeks around his thumb.
âAfter you get yourself off,â you said, rubbing your clit in slow circles. Osamu whined as you let out a soft moan.
âSamu,â you moaned, rubbing your clit. âLet me see you.â
Osamu gripped his cock once again. Precum leaked down the side as he slowly pumped himself.
âBaby, take âem off,â he said, tugging at the boxers you were wearing. You pushed them down and spread your legs as Osamu watched you dip your fingers into your wet heat.
âFuck,â he groaned, pinching his nipple and pumping his length faster. His thumb teased the metal barbell as he moaned.
âSamu,â you said, holding your wet fingers up to his face. He groaned at the scent and sucked your fingers into his mouth, licking them clean as he gently squeezed his balls.
âPlease, please, I want you to touch me,â he moaned as you pulled your fingers away. You pushed his hands away and straddled him. His cock slotted neatly in your wet folds as you ground against him. You moaned as the head of his cock rubbed against your clit.
âSo fuckinâ wet,â Osamu groaned, intertwining your fingers with his. âJust for me, isnât that right, baby?â
âJust for you,â you moaned, rolling your hips furiously.
âLet me fuck ya,â he said. âNeed to be in yer sweet cunt.â
You shook your head. âSore from yesterday.â
Osamuâs head fell back with a groan. âAnd with any luck ya will be sore the rest of yer life.â
âJust- just cockwarming,â you said. Osamu nodded and carefully slid the tip into your wet heat.
âSon ofa bitch,â Osamu swore as your gummy walls clenched around him. He slowly bottomed out as you moaned in his ear.
âOh,â you moaned as his fat cock stretched and molded your cunt. You wrapped your arms around his neck and leaned your forehead against his. âFeels so good.â
âTakinâ my cock so well,â Osamu breathed. He wrapped his arms around you and leaned back against the headboard, holding you closely. âGood girl.â
Your walls tightened at his praise. You sighed as you rested against Osamuâs chest.
âI want this forever,â you mumbled.
âMy cock?â
âYou, dummy,â you said, smiling as you looked up at him. âI want you forever.â
âYa canât say shit like that,â Osamu said, rolling his hips. âMakes me wanna flip ya over and put yer ankles over my shoulders.â
âDo it,â you challenged. Osamu groaned as he flipped you over.
âYer askinâ for it, lil girl,â he said, pushing your knees up to your chest. You moaned as he pulled out, only to snap his hips against your ass.
âSamu!â You exclaimed as he split you open over his cock.
âI love ya, baby,â he grunted, grabbing your ankles. You cried out as he spread your legs out. You fisted the sheets beneath you as he pounded into you.
âL-Love you,â you stuttered. His cock hit every spot in you, without trying. The cool metal that teased your walls only added to the stimulation.
âWant ya to squirt all over my cock, baby,â he said, putting one of your legs over his shoulder as he reached down to slap your clit. You squealed as he slapped it again before rubbing two fingers over it.
âS-Samu!â You cried as he pulled out. He grabbed your ankles with one hand and pushed them up, folding you in half.
âSuch a cute, lil pussy,â he cooed, rubbing his fingers down your slit. Your walls fluttered around nothing. âSheâs just cryinâ fer me.â
âSamu, please,â you cried. Osamu leaned down and spat directly in your hole before shoving three fingers in you.
âClenchinâ âround my fingers like a whore,â he said. âYa want my cock, baby?â
âPlease, please!â You moaned loudly. âSamu, please, I want your cock in me!â
âOh?â He asked, pressing the head of his cock against your clenching hole. He ran the head through your folds, pausing to tease your swollen clit and fluttering hole.
âDaddy!â You cried. âDaddy, I want it!â
Osamu pushed forward, shoving his cock in your tight core. You moaned as he bottomed out, the tip of his cock pressed against your cervix.
âDoes my baby feel better with daddyâs cock in her?â Osamu cooed, dropping your legs on his shoulders.
You nodded. âLove daddyâs cock in me,â you moaned.
âI know, baby,â Osamu said. âYa were made to take my cock. Isnât that right, princess? Yer just a sweet, lil cocksleeve, meant to take daddyâs cock whenever he wants.â
ââm jusâ daddyâs cocksleeve,â you moaned. âI was made to take daddyâs cock.â
âGood girl,â Osamu praised, slowly thrusting into you. âYer gonna be my lil housewife, pregnant with my babies.â
You moaned, unable to speak as Osamu shoved three of his fingers in your mouth.
âSuck,â he ordered. You hollowed your cheeks, tears running down your cheeks as you gagged on his fingers. âGood girl.â
âWanna be your good, little, housewife,â you moaned as he pulled his fingers away.
âAw, baby, ya will be,â he said. He reached down to circle your clit. âCream around my cock, baby.â
âDaddy,â you whined as your stomach tightened. Osamu thrusted into you harder. You cried out as your walls clamped around him, juices gushing.
âThereâs my girl,â Osamu said, continuing to thrust into you. You whimpered as his cock twitched inside you.
âCum in me, daddy, please,â you begged. âBreed me, breed me, I want you to fill me up!â
âGonna give ya my babies,â he grunted. Osamu moaned loudly as your walls fluttered around him, finally milking an orgasm from him. His balls tightened as he filled you up. Cum dripped down your skin as he fucked you through his orgasm.
âToo much, too much,â you whined as Osamu rubbed your clit.
âJust one more,â he said. You whined as he pulled out. Quickly, before his cum could leak out, he pushed his fingers in you.
âSamu!â You whimpered as his thumb rubbed over your overly sensitive clit.
âCome on,â he grunted, rubbing your clit faster. You moaned loudly.
âSamu, Samu, Samu!â You moaned. He leaned down and wrapped his lips around your clit, sucking harshly as he fingered you.
âCum in my mouth, princess,â he murmured. Your thighs shook as his tongue pressed against your clit.
âSamu!â You exclaimed as you squirted into his open mouth. A mixture of your juices and his cum dripped onto the sheets and down Osamuâs chin.
âThatâs my good girl,â Osamu said, wiping his face with the back of his hand.
âYouâre too much,â you huffed, relaxing into the bed. Osamu smiled at you as he laid next to you.
âBreakfast in bed?â He asked. You shook your head.
âWe have to clean these sheets,â you said, glancing down at the wet spot below you.
âBut then we can get back in bed, right?â Osamu asked.
You smiled and nodded. âAfter we eat and wash the sheets, sure. And you need a shower, you smell like sex.â
âJoin me?â He asked.
âNo funny business, Miya Osamu.â
âOmurice and onion soup for one princess,â Osamu said, setting a plate in front of you. You smiled at the cute, panda-shaped omurice.
âThank you,â you said. Osamu sat next to you with his own plate.
âI was thinking tomorrow we could go visit the Izanagi shrine,â Osamu said, slurping his soup.
âIâve never been to the Izanagi shrine,â you said.
âItâs dedicated to Izanagi and Izanami,â Osamu said. You nodded.
âSounds good,â you said. âIzanami is the goddess of creation and death isnât she?â
âYeah,â he said. âIzanagi was her husband. The moon and sun were born from his eyes.â
âThat sounds interesting,â you said. âIâll go.â
You ate in silence, apart from music playing from the tv in the living room.
âBack to bed?â Osamu asked after washing the dishes. You smiled and nodded.
âBack to bed,â you confirmed. Osamu lifted you easily and pecked your lips as he carried you back to bed. The freshly made bed was quickly ruined as Osamu laid you on your back, gently.
He kissed you softly before kissing down your neck. He made quick work of removing your tank top and sucking your left nipple into his mouth as he teased the other with his fingers. You moaned softly as he switched then continued to kiss down your stomach.
âSamu,â you said softly, threading your fingers in his hair.
âJusâ let me take care of ya,â he breathed, running his fingers down your thighs, pulling your underwear down. You sighed as Osamu kissed up your inner thigh, stopping at your pubic area.
âSuch a pretty pussy,â Osamu said, running his finger through your folds. âGonna make ya cum on my tongue, princess.â
âSamu,â you moaned as he licked broadly up your slit. He moved your legs over his shoulders and wrapped his lips around your clit. He alternated between teasing it with his tongue and sucking at it softly.
âOne or two?â Osamu asked.
âTwo,â you said.
Osamu slowly pushed two fingers in your opening. Your mouth fell open with a low moan as he scissored you open and tongued at your clit.
âOsamu,â you moaned, tugging his hair. Osamu groaned, vibrating against your clit. âOh?â
You gave another experimental tug, receiving the same response.
âYa keep pulling my hair and Iâm gonna fuck ya without finishing down here,â Osamu said, pulling away from you. You stared him in the eyes and pulled his hair again.
He moaned then glared up at you. âI wanted to treat ya real nice before I fucked ya again.â
âAnd I just want you in me,â you said. Osamu crawled up your body, hovering over you as he kissed you deeply.
âWhat my princess wants, she gets,â Osamu said. He kicked off his boxers and flipped you over so that you were on top.
âWant you in my mouth,â you mumbled, staring down at his hard cock. Your mouth was watering as his cock rested against his lower stomach, head swollen and dark pink, leaking precum.
âWhat was that, baby?â Osamu asked.
âWanna suck you off,â you said, looking up at him. You scrambled down the mattress before he could say anything, spreading his legs slightly.
âGâhead, baby,â he said, putting his hands behind his head as you placed a kitten lick to the leaking tip. You moaned at the salty taste.
You ran your tongue down his length, stopping to tease his balls. Osamu hissed as you sucked one in your mouth, gently running your tongue around it.
âFuck, baby,â Osamu said, reaching down to grab your hair. You pulled back and pumped his cock once, twice, three times before taking the tip in your mouth. You hollowed your cheeks as you pumped the rest of his length.
âI know ya can take more than that,â Osamu said. You ignored him as your hand came up to play with his balls.
âLeave me alone,â you said, pulling back. âJust let me make you feel good.â
You took the tip back in your mouth, swirling your tongue around it. Slowly, you took more of his cock in your mouth until he hit the back of your throat. Tears burned at your eyes as you gagged. Osamu groaned and bucked his hips.
âGood girl,â Osamu groaned, pulling your hair gently. You moaned around him, bobbing your head and wrapping your hand around whatever couldnât fit in your mouth. Your other hand squeezed his balls lightly.
âFuck, gonna cum,â Osamu grunted as his balls tightened in your hand. You pulled back.
âCum in my mouth,â you said. You wrapped your lips around the tip and sucked. Your tongue swirled around, moaning at the taste of his precum.
âFuck, fuck,â Osamu swore, pushing your head down his length as he came down your throat. You swallowed most of it before crawling up the bed and meeting Osamu with a messy kiss. Spit and cum ran down your chins as your tongues danced together.
âI love you,â you mumbled, as Osamu wiped your chin clean with a discarded shirt before wiping his own.
âI love you, too, baby.â
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71 and 58 with Atsumu pleaseeese. I just love this man and I would appreciate it if you wrote something with him. Youre so talented!đ â anon
sidenote: anon, i hope u know that u have a very special place in my heart for being the first ask ive ever received. i hope u are well & having a gr8 day ;U;
Content warnings: rape/noncon; nsfw; daddy kink; mild angst; implied post-breakup depression; toxic relationship/s
Breakups are a messy business. A lot of crying, begging, screaming (if it's that type of a breakup). Whatever it is, breakups generally inspire intenseâ so-intense-it-could-get-you-kicked-out-if-you're-in-a-public-place, high-strung, and the most unpleasant kind of emotions.Â
Itâs understandable, considering youâre losing the person you love.Â
But he doesn't even look upset.
"Aah," Atsumu sing-songed, twirling the plastic stirrer between his fingers. "Ya wanna call it off?"
The heat from the mug bit your skin as you gripped it.Â
"What?" you choked, shaking your head. "I didn't say that, Atsumu. I only-"
He scoffed. "Fuckin'- ya just did."
You finally looked up at him, porcelain clinking as you placed your drink back on the saucer. Ball cap on, muscles filling up and straining his hoodie and jeans; even in an outfit that almost concealed him he never fails to take your breath away.Â
Only, it's for a different reason this time.
"I said that I-" you cleared your throat. "I want- I want you to-"
"I get it, I get it." Atsumu sighed, waving his hand nonchalantly. "Let's break up, then."
He was already standing up and he didn't even deign to meet your eyes. You didn't expect much when you'd travelled all the way to Tokyo just to have a talk with him. After all, the last conversation you had was over the phone. (And that, too, did not go well).Â
Though, is it too much to expect he'd at least listen to what you have to say?
"Tsumu-kun! Wait!"Â
Some customers were already staring, urging you to hide, hop on the next train, and run back home; away from the cold scrutiny of strangers.Â
But not now. Not when what you have with him is hanging on a balance.
"Please, sit down and- and let's talk," you huffed, voice and hand trembling as you held onto his.
Breakups are a messy business, you heard.
A lot of crying. A lot of begging. A lot of screaming. Whichever kind it is, don't breakups usually inspire only the most intense emotions?
But he doesn't even look upset, doesn't even look like he feels anything other than a passing irritation, as if you were a fly buzzing in his ear, when he told you, "I know this is ya first rodeo, but yer gonna find someone new eventually, hm?"
It's been a long time coming, Atsumu thinks. He'd known for quite a while now that his relationship with you would end, actually, ever since you'd wanted to include "feelings" and "trust" and "opening up" into the mix.Â
"Why?" he'd laughed at your face once. "What? Ya ain't happy? That it? We got somethin' good goin' on don't we?"
He didn't get it, at first. You'd always been your cheerful, bubbly self; never failing to be that one sunny spot when his day gets too pesky and such a pain in the ass. You were happy.
Until you weren't.Â
"You don't.. tell me things," you muttered, fiddling with your hands on the kitchen table. "Which is fine! I'm not- go at your pace, but- but know that I'd listen to you. Always. I'm here, 'Tsumu."
And it wasn't as if he didn't try. It's just that Atsumu realized, a few months later, that he wasn't any good at it.Â
Every time he'd lay it all out in front of youâ â every tiny and pathetic and gritty part of him, you would eventually take him in your arms. So much smaller, weaker than his and yet Atsumu did not mind if it could be his entire world.Â
Then, a thought would creep in, like a thief that'd stab him in his sleep. In the safety of those tender arms, with those guileless eyes peering at him, Atsumu would think that he'd rather stay there forever, cling onto you until he bites the dust. Â
It disgusted him.Â
Atsumu couldn't stand it. Because if he could be anything in this short life, he'd choose to be perfect. And that- that wasn't it.Â
So he avoided it when the occasion arose. Diverting the subject to mundane stuff was easy, at first. The weather, the new show you're binging, your slacker of a boss, what happened back in the game. When that didn't workâ â well, there were other ways.Â
(His favorite was sticking his tongue in your wet cunt, to prod at the soft walls with the tip, and to lap and suck at the clit until you're begging for the stretch of his fat cock.)
The break up was understandable. When you'd greeted him in the cafĂŠ as if you'd spent the entire time you were apart crying, Atsumu knew it was over.Â
You just repeated what you'd always said. It's okay to be vulnerable. If he needs some time to work out the right words then you'd always wait because I love you, 'Tsumu.Â
(But there was that feeling again. Like he could die on the spot if you would so much as leave his sight.)
(Ending it was the only way out. When poison seeps itself into the bloodstream, you're left with no choice but to cut off a part of you.)
Unlike others, he can say that it was a clean parting. You wanted something and he was bad at it. And because he hated fucking up, Atsumu decided to leave. Easy.Â
Really, the only people who didn't understand were his teammates.
"That's strange," Hinata spat, rice bursting to his chin when he suddenly faced Atsumu. "I don't think I've seen her for weeks now."
He could hear barely suppressed groans behind him, no doubt from Bokuto and the others, before their spiker blurted out a confused, "What?"
Because, of course, Hinata could only mean one "her.â (There had only ever been one that Atsumu Miya allowed inside the team's gymnasium; inside his circle of friends; inside his life.)
Apparently, except for Hinata Shoyo, everyone had caught on that the both of you had thrown in the towel, so to speak. (And here they thought the guy's finally in it for real.)
"Nah, it's fine," Atsumu smirked, addressing it to everyone gathered around Samu's onigiri stand. Â
"We broke up."Â
He clicked his tongue. "It's not like there ain't no other fish in the sea."
The remark, casually said in between sips of cold coffee, was met with a gaping silence.Â
That turned out to be right, like everything else that he'd predicted.Â
A hole is a hole is a hole is a hole. No disrespect meant to you. But before you there had been many others who'd helped warm his bed. It just so happened that you got to stay for far longer.Â
(Because waking up next to you meant waking up to that dreamy look, as if whoever's in charge up there has finally given you everything you've ever wanted.)
(And when he greets you with a hoarse good morning you say it back with eyes that tell him he's worth it, simply for being there.)
Anyway, going back to that old routine hadn't been difficult.Â
(Except when he finally does it with someone new, for some reason he keeps searching for a different touch, expecting that endearing combination of inexperience and enthusiasm.)
(And when they cum he can't help but put a hand on their mouth, around their throat, because he's hearing the wrong voice, seeing the wrong face.)Â
It's obvious, looking at him. Everyone can see that life's going pretty well for Atsumu. He can only hope that the same goes for you.
"You're miserable."
Peeling your attention away from the mother braiding her young daughter's hair, you hurriedly brought it back to the two women sitting in front of you.
"See?" Aya swung her hand in your direction. "Not even listening."
"No, no," you giggled sheepishly. Kaori was already pursing her lips.
"No, seriously. I am."
You sat upright, setting the chopsticks on your bento box.Â
"Then what was it she said?" Kaori pressed. She folded her arms and you knew you were in trouble.Â
"Uh..huh." You nodded. "Right. So. Um...."
"You didn't catch it," said Kaori.
"I didn't catch it," you winced.
Both girls sighed.Â
The first three buttons of their blouses were open, the heat of the afternoon getting to them. And as they leaned back against the wooden bench, you had a feeling that they were about to give you the Conversation that's been waiting to happen for two long months.
That's why you'd decided to start it before they could. Just so it won't linger anymore painfully so.
âI know what you're going to say."
They only raised their brows, a mere "okay, go on" than an actual expression of surprise.Â
"I've been sad. I haven't been..fine. That is true," you inhaled, preparing yourself for the agonizing part. Then, you released your breath.
"Ever since..'Tsu-" you gulped. "Ever since breaking up with Atsumu I haven't been feeling like myself but nowadays I'm getting back on my feet and I'm still working see so really there's no need to worry okay? Okay."
Aya grinned, but it didn't hold her usual devil-may-care humor to it.Â
"You say that," she started, "but weâll probably always be if you keep at that- at thatâ â"
"You're rarely in the moment," Kaori supplied, to which Aya replied with a harsh thank you. "You're distracted. And we know you're trying your best to be okay on your own. We've given you space, but remember that you have us."
Something was lodged in your chest and you found it hard to breathe. You'd missed them. You hadn't realized it, but you missed your friends.Â
So much.
"Thank you," you whispered, forcing back tears. "I- I wouldn't know what to do if it not for you two-"
"Hold it." Aya raised a palm. "Before you get corny again. Can I just say, I know he's your first dick-"
"Aya," Kaori murmured.
"And we all know it was good-"
"Aya," you hissed.
Your face burned as you searched from left to right, making sure no innocent being heard her.
"But can I just say," she slapped a palm on the surface of the table. "I don't care what you or the TV or his fans say about him! But the man's a walking red flag since day one!"
Kaori rolled her eyes. And despite yourself you couldn't keep a chuckle from bubbling.Â
"Here we go again."
Aya almost rose from her seat. "When he sent that poor dude from accounting to the ER for just, I don't know, breathing your way, I knew something was up!"
You felt your smile die.Â
That had been the first time it happened. You'd asked him what's wrong, after you'd rushed to the hospital, and all he gave you was silence. A whole day of it. He hadn't spoken a word about it, only that he'd warned you not to talk to that bastard again, or else.
(You'd learned, much, much later, that he doesn't do well with people that annoy him. That's what he said. You wanted to know more, but he suddenly decided that he had to make it up to you between the sheets.)
Kaori touched your hand. "Talk to us," she whispered.
You hummed as you shook your head. "I just remembered him," you said, only half of the truth.
If they knew it, they didn't let on. But Aya did say, "Tell you what. Company outing's upon us. So you know what that means?"
"Oh, I don't know," you mumbled apologetically. "I might sit this one out."
"No," Kaori gritted.Â
Aya held your face with both hands as she stared you down.
"You will buy yourself a new swimsuit. You will enjoy that cheap beach resort."Â
The heaviness was lifting, bit by bit, as you felt your stomach ache with laughter. And with each silly word uttered by your friends, you could almost see the gray clouds overhead disappearing. Even for a little while.
"And you, you beautiful person you," Aya beamed. "Will finally, finally get laid."
Having best friends who are dead set on helping you get over an ex is a fearsome thing to behold, indeed.Â
You couldn't even get a word in edgewise as they took you in a whirlwind of spas, salons, mani-pedis, and shopping bags.Â
"Calm down. You rarely spend for yourself," Kaori told you when she'd caught you peeking forlornly at the frightening bill you'd amassed.Â
But, try as you might to miss owning a fat wallet, you couldn't deny that you have no regrets wasting your money away. Not even for a single cent. Because you did feel amazing.
And when the day arrived, you couldn't help at the giddiness of having compliment after compliment thrown your way.Â
"Is that really you?" said a co-worker when you'd boarded the bus. "You're glowing!"
During the games, as well, you'd often hear "Love the new look!" and "Have I ever told you before that you're so pretty? Because you are." And you'd preen with a soft-spoken thank you, having been taught by Kaori that denying a compliment makes one look stupid. Â
It was so silly, honestly. Though not the part where, after a lovely comment, you'd be emboldened to strike an actual conversation. Learning that a coworker has a new baby now, or that so and so has recently moved up the corporate ladder; learning that, during your period of grief and self-pity (and even during the blissful time youâd spent with Atsumu), there were so many things you hadn't noticed.
You basked in it: the shower of pleasantries and anecdotes that had you feeling soft and fuzzy inside. The same way you lazed on the sandbar, clutching tiny conch shells in your hand, as you watched the sun tinge the sparkling waves with warm light. Â
"Hey."
You jolted, turning towards the person who'd called your name. It was him. "Poor dude from accounting" as Aya dubbed him.
"Sano-san," you gasped, reaching for the towel beside you to cover up. "How- how are you?"Â
Of all the people in your office, he was the last one you wanted to see. Solely for the reason that things have been awkward between you ever since that incident. A working relationship characterized by the literal turning of the other cheek whenever you two bumped into each other.
"Oh, pardon me," he scratched the back of his head. "Do you..want me to go?"
Yes.Â
"No..!" you blurted out. "I think-"
The sun was almost setting. You wrapped the towel around you as you took in the balmy sea breeze.Â
"I think I'm done hiding," you whispered, meeting his gaze for the first time in a long while, head on and baring the tiniest hint of shame, like how you did with your friends and other coworkers.
He didn't say anything, allowing you to continue. "I- It's nice. Talking to people again," you giggled. "Look, Sano-san. About before, I'm really sor-"
"Actually," he smiled. "That's why I'm here. Well, my partner pushed me but-"
You grinned at the blush that rose to his cheeks.Â
"But I wanted to tell you: No hard feelings."
Sano-san extended a hand. You stared at it for a few seconds. His hand, then his face. Back to his hand, then his face again. And when you'd finally accepted it, it felt like witnessing the cage thatâs imprisoned you for centuries finally open.
"By the way," he added, walking back towards an obviously amused fianceĂŠ. "It's a good look on you, being happy."
Atsumu entertained the possibility that maybeâ just maybe, not everything was fine the night the Jackals went home after an overseas tournament.
As soon as the plane landed on Japanese soil, the hunger he felt throughout the journey morphed into some kind of anticipation, palpable through the thrill that electrified him into wakefulness. He might have left in a hurry, only half of his mind present when the Coach ordered for a short meeting.Â
His foot tapped endlessly on the wayâ â while in the car; during the tedious elevator rideâ â and when he'd finally entered his pad, slamming the door open with much eagerness than usual, Atsumu felt his heart plummet down his stomach when he was welcomed by a dark and empty hallway.Â
You're not here. Not anymore.
Hasn't it been almost half a year now? Why did he expect you, face brightened by a grin that went from ear to ear, to materialize in front of him, with the smell of something delicious wafting from the kitchen? As if a magician with a hat trick. Â
("Welcome back!" he was aching to hear.)
(You always insisted on eating with him when he got home; sometimes opting to just stay by his sideâ â munching on a midnight snack while you babbled on, if he arrived later than usual and you'd already had dinner.)
("It's lonely having a meal on your own," you explained. "Don't you think food tastes better if you have someone with you?")
Perhaps it was the jet lag. Or, it could be that the abrupt change in time zones was starting to mess with his head. Either way, Atsumu was sure that sleep would eventually cure him of the momentary delirium.Â
But then he woke up the next day feeling like someone had pissed in his morning drink. The day after that, too. Even the next had been the same, persisting onto the following weeks.Â
Until one game, after a winning streak that had the crowd chanting their names and with blood still roaring in his veins, he condescended to survey the numerous people occupying the bleachers.Â
And when he couldn't find oneâ â one person that had always stood out to him despite being constantly drowned in an ocean of spectatorsâ it was only then that Atsumu Miya decided that enough was enough.Â
You hadn't really agreed with Aya when she told you that you'd be getting "laid" during this short vacation.Â
Reason number one: it's a company outing. And you're sure you'd be breaking some protocols by fooling around with any of your coworkers. Reason Two: as you'd sagely imparted to a miffed Aya, "I don't think it's nice to cure a broken heart with sex; strings attached or no."
That being said, the lingerie she'd chosen for you did flatter your figure. It didn't matter that "no one would see it," as Aya grumbled. It was enough for you that you yourself saw it, you thought as you stood in front of the bathroom mirror.Â
The way it was tailored made it seem like it was made just for your body. The details of lace also made it look so pretty that you felt kind of sad that you'd have to cover it up with a summer dress soon.Â
Nevertheless, you allowed yourself to strike a few poses in front of the mirror; feeling like a teenager on their first date as you admired how you looked in it.Â
You smiled to yourself, humming a tune, before you opened your makeup kit and prepared the necessities you'd be bringing for the bonfire dinner.Â
"Wipes: check," you murmured, rummaging through your bag. "Hygiene stuff. Where are you hygiene stuff, hygiene stuâ â"
You froze.
Something rustled. Outside. As if something had moved.Â
Putting a robe back on, your heart thundered against your chest as you stepped out of the bathroom and into the dimly lit sleeping area, illuminated only by a small reading lamp.
"Be careful there, girlie," the old caretaker warned as she guided you to this room. "Lots of mean spirits lurking about."
You didn't believe in ghosts. For some reason, however, your coworkers did. So you'd taken it to yourself to move here after a room assignment mishap, leaving Aya and Kaori behind.Â
It didn't seem like the cursed chamber that she purported to be. Sure, it was isolated at the furthest wing of the beach house, away from the other rooms and separated by a too dark hallway. But that had been the creepiest thing about it. Besides, you heard from logistics that renting the house didn't cost much, despite its size, so maybe it's just that they lacked the resources to renovate.Â
The floorboards creaked beneath you. "Aya? Aya, I know it's you," you called out as you squinted, catching a faint silhouette reclined at the corner of the bed.Â
It was too large to be Aya, but you chalked that up to the shadows playing with your eyes. You puffed out a chortle, resting a hand on your hips when she finally stood. Â
"Very funny, Aya," you snorted when she sauntered towards you. "Just you wait until Kaori hears about.âŚ" you trailed off.
"......this."
You drew in a breath as she moved closer, revealing a build that was much taller, towering almost in the small room, shoulders that are way broader than the ones your friend has, and a face that clearly wasn't Aya's.
"Evenin'," Atsumu yawned.Â
Your legs refused to listen to you.
"Been a minute, hadn't it, darlin'?"
You don't know why he's here.Â
And even if you wanted to ask, you find that no sound could escape from your mouth when you tried to open it.
You do know this, as he gave you a lopsided grin that used to have you eating at the palm of his hand, along with a lazy gaze that was belied by a bird-like focus:
That although he told you that all he wants is a little chat, you knew that he didn't come here just for that.
You ran.
Atsumu had been the worst boyfriend.
He's aware of it now, realized it fully when he knocked on Samu's door, shit-faced, and it only took a single look and a consoling arm from his brother to break Atsumu into tears and snot, as well as Samu's voice telling him, "Yer a big baby. Ya need her, dontcha?"
That's why he followed you here, figuring that you'd love a thoughtful surprise. Because you always have. He didn't expect you'd take to it kindly, of course, not right away. But he also didn't expect that you would be doing the surprising.
You were talking to that man when he arrived.Â
Didn't he tell you not to?
His intentions still haven't changed. He's here to bring you back, but before anything else Atsumu's sure it's only normal that you guys clear things up first.Â
And if you're going to do that, he can't have you running away now, can't he?
Grabbing you by the waist, Atsumu's palm tingled at the feel of your body, pulling you closer to him as he pinned you to the wall and stifled your shrieks with his hand.
"Everybody's gone, angel," he whispered, losing himself in your skin, though covered in silk; lips and fingers roaming every which way because finally, finally, fuckin' finally you're here and you're real.
"Just wanna talk." He stroked the curve of your ass, middle finger tracing the lining of the crack. "Ain't this what'ya always wanted? S'let's talk," he murmured against your collarbone.
You were already crying, shaky hands weakly grasping his back and tears wetting even his cheeks. Atsumu couldn't help but smile. You'd always been a crier. It's one of the many things he loves about you. Always so honest with your emotions.
"I missed ya," Atsumu groaned as he grinded his cock against your pussy, feeling it harden when he mouthed your tits.
There was something peeking out of your robe, he noticed as it became more rumpled.Â
"D-don't," you breathed, your attempt to swat his hands away thwarted when he seized your wrist.
It was lace. The color pulling the eye to your body like a siren's song. And when he stripped the robe off of you, silk swishing down your elbows, Atsumu saw that it was a piece of lingerie. One that he hasn't seen before.
Because he didn't buy this one. It wasn't from him. You weren't the type to get one yourself.Â
Until now.
"This for him?" he murmured, pressing a kiss against your pulse, beating like a drum against his lips.Â
"Wh-who?" you whimpered.
"The ugly piece of shit. Saw you guys gettin' chummy earlier."
He was close, too close to you, back at the beach. You smiled at him, laughed and showed him what he isn't supposed to see. And when he touched youâ when the fucker touched you, Atsumu wanted blood on his hands.
"Yer gonna fuck the guy whose face I busted?"Â
You squeaked as he dug his blunt nails against your wrist. Atsumu licked the red impressions they made.
"And what- what about it?" Your voice was so brittle and small. God, he just wanted to hold you. "It's none of your business, who I spend my time with. And don't- don't tell me you're jealous because-"
He chuckled, the sound of it making you shrink back into the wall. "Jealous? Doll, ya wouldn't wanna know what I'm feelin right now. But, sure." Atsumu lightly nipped at the tips of your fingers.Â
"'Course I'm jealous," he rasped. "You're mine."
Then, Atsumu looked at you. And what he saw in your eyes made him stumble that when you shoved him away, all he could do was stand and stare.
"I'm not your thing, Atsumu," you cried. A light-year difference from the girl who'd always stare at him so tenderly. "I never was and I never will be. I'm not yours."
You didn't run this time. You should've.Â
Atsumu clenched his jaw. "Like hell ya ain't," he snarled.
People say that breakups are a messy business. Atsumu was so sure he wouldn't have to endure that, before he met you. Now that he's had the experience, though, Atsumu can say with confidence that breakups are, in fact, a goddamn mess.
But you're over that now. It's time to turn over a new leaf and return to one another. And Atsumu's finding out, in the process, that making up can be astonishingly reminiscent of the breakup.
You started crying when you woke up, screaming for help as you tried to budge the rope that was tying your hands to your knees. You got louder when you found out that you were naked and not in the rickety confines of the beach house.Â
"Welcome home, baby," he beamed, eying you from between your legs.Â
The begging started when you realized how drenched your little pussy was, his tongue lapping and slathering the cum dripping from your twitching hole, against your swollen folds; his calloused thumb massaging deep circles on your clit.Â
And when he stuck another inside your puckered asshole, you writhed out of your binds and squealed, "T-tsumu-kunâŚ!"
Fuck.Â
"Babydoll," he growled. "Daddy's gotcha, daddy's gonna treat ya so fuckin' good."
He slapped your damp cunt with his long fingers, thrusting them inside to rub and feel at your walls, at the bump that never failed to make you screech. "Daddy's been mean hasn't he? Hm? Been a bad daddy to ya, baby?"
You could only gasp out wordlessly as he slurped the juices off your clit, not stopping until you were gushing, sloppy cum drizzling on the bedsheet, every muscle in spasms, incapable of even stretching out your legs although Atsumu knew you wanted to, you really wanted to so fuckin' bad, resorting to curling your toes instead.Â
"E-enough, please, please, stop!"
How adorable, Atsumu thought. "My little slut," he cooed, tapping the tip of his hard cock on your pussy. "My good 'lil fucktoy."
He relished it, wanting to draw this on forever, so he slides it against your folds, pussy lips wrapping the meat of his cock, gyrating his hips back and forth, as if he were fucking you, and grabbing your tits to play with your nipples.Â
"Atta girl," he laughed, licking his teeth when he finally sunk inside your tight cunt, pushing you so far down into the mattress until his chest was rubbing against your tits, your feet dangling against his shoulders.
"I don't-I don't want this, 'Tsumu," you sobbed. "Don't want this!"
Oh, of course you don't. Atsumu knows you don't. He'd fucked you against your will, after all.Â
But you were taking him so well, darlin'. Your walls were hugging his cock so fuckin' nicely that he couldn't help but shove deeper inside you, craving for the way your pussy twitched rapidly around him.Â
If you weren't bound, he's also sure that you'd be pushing his hips away. But that's not what's getting to him. Because as he pistoned his cock into you, heavy balls slapping against your ass, you instantly turned your face away.
Did you know that you were breaking his heart? Shattering it to pieces, when you close your eyes like doors, locking them to prevent him from ever reaching you again.Â
So he gripped your chin. Forced you to meet his eyes as you wept and shook your head.Â
"Am gonna be better, baby," he groaned. "No more keeping things from ya. None of that bullshit, now."
Atsumu shivered as you came around him, convulsing under him and strained voice still begging him to stop. Because he wasn't. He would never stop. Not when it comes to you.Â
"Am all yours, angel. All yours." He pounded your fucked out cunt, chasing his own high as he kneaded your tits.Â
A tear fell from your eyelids. And when he kissed you, it felt like everything in his life shifted back in its rightful place. "You can have it all," he sighed, cupping your cheek.
"So give me all of you now," Atsumu pleaded. "Come back to me."
#tw noncon#tw non con haikyuu#yandere atsumu#atsumu x reader#atsumu miya x female reader#dark content haikyuu#prompt
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may i request shower sex with sakusa? ive been living with this thought in my brain for so long
Shower Sex
sakusa kiyoomi x fem!reader
i swear every request gets better. thank you for this one, anon! it was fun to write.
disclaimer: in a realistic shower sex scenarios youâd need a whole lot of lube and have a hard time not slipping. that being said, this is fanfiction and i have spared you all from th technicalities :)
post-timeskip, obviously.
word count: 1.6k
content warning: established relationship, shower sex (obviously), unprotected sex, brief oral (m. receiving), mentions of masturbation
It had been two days since you found out Kiyoomi was holding out on you. You were genuinely of the impression that the man didnât masturbate. It sounded so stupid in your head now. Of course he did. Everyone did. But you had never caught him and never heard him talk about it so it didnât even cross your mind.
But now you knew that when he was in the shower, he leaned his arm against the wall and thought of you. That image would be burned into your brain forever.
So you sat squirming on your comforter, hearing the running shower as he prepared to come to bed, and all you could think about was him pumping into his hand and biting back noise. You werenât supposed to be home this early and he knew that. Maybe he was innocently showering, passing the time until you came home, but the thought that he wasnât was eating away at your brain.
Fuck it.
He left the shower door unlocked. He always did. He didnât have anything to hide, but you had never taken advantage of it beyond brushing your teeth.
âBabe?â he called, voice muffled by the running water. Fuck. His voice sounded strained.
You pulled back the curtain and stepped into the shower.
âWhat the fuck are you doing?â Kiyoomi said, voice faltering in an incredulous laugh. A concerned expression settled onto his face, but you couldnât take him seriously with the grin still sitting on his lips. He stared in disbelief as your clothes were quickly soaked through. You smiled at him.
âHi,â you said.
âHi. I didnât know you were home.â The water ran over you as you stared at each other. He held his arms close to himself, curls flattened against his head and dripping. Glancing down, you could tell your thoughts earlier werenât unwarranted.
âI was thinking about you at work all day.â
âOkay?â
âOmi. Do you understand? I was thinking about you,â you said. You broke eye contact and ran a hand down his slick chest. You trailed down until you reached his pelvis, sliding your fingers over to his hip instead. His stomach sucked in involuntarily, twitching under your touch.
âWhat were you thinking about?â he asked. His voice was fairly steady but his furrowed eyebrows gave him away.
âI was jealous,â you said, sliding a thumb over his hip bone. He swallowed hard.
âOf what?â
âYour hand.â
âShit.â Kiyoomi leaned against the wall and groaned. âI regret telling you about that.â
You grinned up at him.
âI donât,â you said. You let your hand continue traveling along his slick skin until you wrapped a hand around him. His eyes fluttered shut and he exhaled heavily. You just barely moved your hand, touch light and teasing. âWhy do you keep this to yourself, Omi?â
âI donâtââ he breathed, gaze returning to your face. âGod, youâre soaked.â
âDonât change the subject.â
âYouâre gonna freeze.â
âThen warm me up.â You pushed into him and kissed him hard, laughing to yourself as his hands gently settled on your shoulders. He leaned back and brought you both fully into the stream of water.
It was hard to kiss while being bombarded by heat and inhaling steam, but you both made do. He licked gently into your mouth, still seeming to hesitate even with your enthusiasm. You pressed kisses along his jaw, rivulets of water passing from his body to yours. He let out a shallow breath and tangled a hand into the fabric of your shirt.
âTake these off or youâre going to get sick,â he mumbled. You nipped at his ear and smiled against his skin.
âFine,â you said. You pushed down your work slacks and kicked them to the side of the tub. He looked a little surprised at your eagerness, but the look of shock on his face grew as you dropped to your knees.
âWait, I -- oh, fuck.â He sighed as your lips wrapped around him, one hand bracing against the wall and the other settling on top of your hair. You took him into your mouth. It was a little hard to breathe as water ran over your face, but you ignored the feeling. You continued following his instructions as he hit the back of your throat, quickly unbuttoning your shirt and unhooking your bra.
âJesus,â Kiyoomi muttered, staring down at you. You continued moving up and down his length, adding pressure with your tongue as you went. You looked up as you buried him in your mouth once more. His eyes grew wide as they met yours, and you saw his eyebrows furrow.
âShit,â he said viciously, tugging on your hair a bit. âGet back up here.â You released him and grinned as you stood. Your face was slick with water and saliva, and his eyes darkened as you wiped at it. âTurn around,â he said. You complied happily, relishing in the way his hands gripped you. One grasped at your hip, the other pushed at the back of your neck so you were pressed against the shower wall. You laughed lightly as you felt him pressing between your legs.
âHold on, Omi,â you said. He relaxed his grip.
âAre you alright?â he asked. You grabbed onto the shower rod with one hand and used a foot to move your clothes under your feet.
âIâm fine. Just needed to readjust a little.â You turned your head to the other side and tightened your grip. âNow fuck me already.â
âJesus.â It sounded like he used all the breath in his lungs to gasp out that one word. He grabbed one of your legs and moved it so it was propped up on the lip of the tub. He used the other hand to line himself up with you, then grasped the shower rod right next to your hand. Without much hesitation, he thrust his hips forward, making a strained noise as he buried himself fully in you. You pressed your forehead against the wall and groaned.
âFuck, you feel good,â he grumbled, slowly starting to grind into you.
âBetter than your hand?â you teased. You were breathless and a little cold, but you couldnât help teasing him. He let out a haggard laugh.
âShut up.â You could hear the smile in his voice even as he began moving faster, pushing you harder against the linoleum wall. He had never taken you standing before, wanting to keep you comfortable, but something about the way your legs ached and he desperately gripped both you and the shower made your brain go fuzzy.
His pace picked up and he grabbed your jaw in his hand, forcing your back to arch as he pulled you against him. He was breathing directly in your ear, sending shivers down your shoulders as an aching heat began blooming below your stomach.
âFuck, Omi,â you whined, reaching your free hand back to bury in his hair. This seemed to spur him on. His hips somehow moved even faster and the fingers that gripped your jaw slid up and into your mouth, focusing it to hang open. His other hand lifted away from the shower rod, skimming down your body and stopping between your legs. He began circling your clit with two quick fingers. You let out a gasp as he forced you to climb faster.
âCome with me,â he groaned against your ear. You nodded eagerly, mouth lax around his fingers. His breathing began ending in curses, huffing against the back of your neck. You shivered and your hand tightened in his hair.
âOh fuck,â Kiyoomi grumbled. Your grip in his curls seemed to be the last straw for him. Your breathing came in gasps as his arms locked around you. His hips stuttered out of time and his voice came out in loud swearing. His hand continued moving on your clit, sending you over the edge close behind him. You both froze against each other for a moment, suspended in time as your eyes locked shut and you rode out your highs.
Kiyoomiâs face fell against your shoulder as he loosened his grip on you. You could feel him start to laugh through his panting. You gasped as he pulled out of you, then smiled. As your head cleared, you noticed you were both shaking.
âOh, fuck,â you said. You turned around, holding a hand up into the stream of water.
âI blame you,â he said, pressing a kiss against your forehead. He shivered and wrapped his arms around you, trying and failing to rub warmth back into your body. âNow we have to take a cold shower.â
âWe?â you laughed. He hooked his chin over your shoulder and held you tightly.
âIâm not letting you out until weâre both clean.â
âOmi, weâre gonna freeze to death!â
âShouldâve thought about that before you interrupted my shower.â
You hit his arm playfully.
âReally, you are welcome to do that again,â he said. He pulled away from you and grinned, planting a quick kiss on your lips. âJust, warn me first so I can save you some hot water.â
#haikyuu smut#haikyuu x reader#sakusa x you#sakusa x y/n#sakusa smut#sakusa x reader#sakusa kiyoomi smut#sakusa kiyoomi x reader#kiyoomi smut
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Kisaki (25) x Reader (18+)
tw: death, guns, blood
â*:.・. o
you held your breath as you stood between the two burly men that escorted you in the cramped elevator. the light was dim, even so it produced a glare against the scuffed metal. flashes of vibrant lights shown in the windows from the city, green and purple scattered against the thin surface of your red dress. he had requested you wear it tonight, for it was âa special occasionâ
âdamn how much longer is this lift going to take,â one of the guards grunted out looking at the key panel as he fiddled with his gun. he traced the tip of his index finger over the sights, as if preparing himself to aim at someone.
âheh, might take a half hour more for all we know⌠boss ordered us to take her all the way to the penthouse so itâs not like we can just get off on the next floor.â The other guard replied rolling his shoulders back, fixing his posture.
you released your breath and looked at the guard to your right, still fixed on his gun. you studied the features of his face as he lifted the gun up to look through the sights.
âhmm whatâs wrong miss.. heh.. do you want to play?â he chortled when he noticed you staring. âhere, donât be shy.â
he placed one large hand on the small of your back, causing you to shiver. âdonât worry im friendlyâŚâhe grinned when you put a hand out to stop him from getting to close. he saw it as an opening, he placed the pistol he had been studying in your hand.
the weight of the gun shocked you, but it felt⌠almost comfortable. as you wrapped your fingers around the handle the gripping rubbed against your skin. it felt natural to you.
you twisted your wrist left and right to see the different angles of the pistol. nothing was rather interesting about the pistol except for a few tally marks, you guess to mark how many victims it had killed.
âhey now what are you doing giving that to her?âthe other man bit out as you raised the gun up to see yourself just what the other guard found so enticing about the gun.
âoh come on were just having fun! right little lady?â,the one who handed you the gun chuckled.
you ignored him and looked up to the ceiling, your eyes moving across the space between the dying fluorescent lights. trying to spot a camera or a microphone somewhere ďżźyou stood up on the tips of your toes and traced your fingers directly above you were standing. there was a slight convex in the metal that you skimmed the tips of your fingers over.
he was watching.
you felt reassured as you brought your hand back down to your side. âhere, Ive had enough fun.â you sigh handing the man his gun back.
âoh silly you.. Iâm not,â he put the gun back in its holster and placed his hands on your waist. he brought you into his chest and put his nose to the top of your head, breathing in your scent.
âugh as soon as I take over this place and kill boss, youâre gonna be mine babyâŚâhe said tracing one hand up your exposed back, from the opening of the dress.
âwhat are you saying?â the other guard said as he pried his partners hands off you. âyouâve lost it havenât you? do you know who he is? he isnât just some wanna be gangster⌠heâs kisaki.â
âkisaki.â the word rang through your ears, and left a warmth in your cheeks as if he had just caressed your face. kisaki, your kisaki.
you relaxed instantly at the sound of his name. âah let him do as he pleases.â you raise a hand up stopping the guards from a fight that neither of them would come back from.
just then the elevator chimes. âfor fucks sake about time.â
you let out an exasperated sigh as you stepped out of the elevator. behind you the two men silently cursed at each other as the followed after you.
âstay by my sideâ, the guard set on stealing your heart said lightly wrapping his arm around your shoulders and pulling out his gun once more, except this time ready to pull the trigger on anyone who threatened your safety.
the other, more collected, guard walked a few steps in front of you with his gun trained in front of him. he looked down the turns and twists of the hallways that lead to different rooms of kisakis building. he kept his back close to the wall and stuck out his gun first then his head peaked out ever so slightly around the corner.
at the end of the hall you could make out shadows of men pacing back in forth through a crack in the door. suddenly the air around you felt static, why would kisaki call you to his penthouse and have two⌠very unqualified guards escort you.
your head started to throb as you searched for an answer. each scenario you played out in your head led to someone dying. that was the best case. you didnât want to think of worse ones, so you stopped to take a deep breath.
ânothing is going to happenâ you reassured yourself. kisaki would protect you. there was nothing to fear.
as you neared the door to kisakis pent house you heard someone murmur a few distasteful things about you.
âwhy do you keep that bitch around, she does nothing but distract you boss. your priorities arenât straight anymoreâŚâ
âhmm so thatâs how you truly feel,â you heard kisaki laugh.
as you approached the door you pictured the expression kisaki was making as kisaki laughed. his face was probably flushed with excitement, and his eyes were probably just as piercing as ever.
you felt your breath hitch as you thought of his eyes. the way they could make you fear for your life in an instant, turned you on.
closing your eyes yet again, you imagined kisaki restraining your hands above your head and staring you down with those eyes. you imagined him pressing his knee into your dripping pussy and forcing you against the wall.
âehemâ, the guard who had been swatting through turns of each hallway cleared his throat, trying to get your attention.
âhm what is itâ, you turned around to face him after he whisked you away from your fantasy.
âwe should go inside now before kisaki gets upset that we took so longâŚâ the corners of his eyes squinted as he winced, imagining what would happen to him if he didnât follow kisakis orders.
âok then, shall we?â you straighten your shoulders and fix your hair before gently pushing the thick double doors open.
âboss I just think you shouldâŚnever mind, if youâll excuse me.â the man who spoke ill of you muttered stepping to the right to avoid coming into contact with the opening doors.
as the doors swung open and the two guards walked into the penthouse you took in as much of the room as possible.
the entire penthouse was made up of windows. lights from the city flooded in making the use of no lights seem rather understandable. kisaki leaned against a mahogany desk directly across from you. his arms folded over his pinstripe vest, his sleeves rolled up exposing the veins from his hands to his forearms. the purple and green lights that had danced across your dress in the elevator now illuminated kisakis figure.
âno,â kisaki gritted through his teeth at the man who wanted so desperately to leave after bad mouthing you. âyou stay, and you my darling come hereâ he raised one finger up and curled it back, beckoning you.
you let out a shaky breath as you stepped forward, your hands bunching up pieces of the red dress he had requested.
âah why so nervous sweetheart?â kisaki mocked taking long steps toward you, âyou look perfect in that dress I ordered for you. as I knew you would.â
âthank youâŚâ you said in a hushed voice, avoiding his eyes.
in a half of a second his hand was on your jaw, pulling your face towards his, âlook at me when you speak to me, bitchâ
you let out a surprised whimper at his sudden aggressiveness, your face flushed with heat. your head started to spin with anticipation. kisakis lips were inching closer to yours. his breath warm against your mouth.
he licked his lips and smiled as he pulled away, âah ah ah, not just yet sweetheart we have some business to take care of.â
you shook your head and turned around to see the expressions of the âbusinessâ. you had known what was going to happen. you turned back around to face kisaki yet again.
he was now sitting on the desk with his legs spread and a mocking smile plastered on his face, âwonât you come sitâ he patted his leg.
as you approached him you heart raced, his touch would turn you into a thoughtless animal searching for the pleasure that only he could deliver.
âgood girlâ, he murmured into your ear, nibbling on it a bit, when you placed yourself into his lap.
you wrapped an arm over his shoulders and placed your other hand on his chest. you ran your hands over the cloth of his vest, eventually you tugged on his tie a bit, begging him silently.
he slid his perfect hands around your waist and pulled you in closer to him. the scent of sage and liquor wafted into your nose as you put your face in the crook of his neck. he was so intoxicating.
âmmm youâre just so impatient tonight hmmâ he said tracing a hand up your thigh and under you dress slipping two fingers into your panties.
âboss.â one of the guards whispered, âcan we leave?âhe rocked back and forth on his heels uncomfortably waiting for a response.
kisaki brought his eyes up to the men and sighed, âcant you see im busy, now be patient and wait for your orders until then.. keep your mouths shut.â
you let out a breath as he turned his attention back to you, biting your collarbone. âah fuck,â he breathed into your neck. âi just canât wait to be inside you.â he lifted his head and grinned at you.
you bit your lip as he placed two fingers against your dripping cunt. he rubbed soft, gentle circles into your pussy. your body twitched under his touch, your head felt light and you could feel the heat starting to rise up.
he slid his other hand from your waist directly up to the small of your back while pushing two fingers inside you. he chuckled as he felt you wrap around him in excitement. âoh you want me so bad donât you slut?â he pushed his fingers deeper inside you. âsay it and maybe Iâll give you what you want so badâ
âkisaki I want you⌠I want you so bad, please.â you whined out gripping his tie tightly.
âarenât you ashamed, begging for me to fuck you in front of three strangers? mm not so lady like of you.â he said, abruptly pulling his fingers out of you and licking them.
âmy apologies gentleman we should get back to business.â he lifted you off of him and placed you on the desk as he stood up. he took his time walking around to reach into a drawer, in which he pulled out a glock.
âkisakiâŚwhatâre you doing?â you asked trying to collect yourself after kisaki toyed with you.
âah donât worry princess just look at me, ok?â he stepped beside you grabbing your hand and training the gun to the man who had come onto you in the elevator.
âyou shouldnât have underestimated me, I have eyes and ears everywhere. I know what you did to her. offering a women a gun, have you no sense?â kisaki smiled pulling the trigger before the guard could answer in his defense.
you kept your eyes on kisaki even when you heard the guards body thump as he hit the floor. even when you knew the pool of blood that seeped from his corpse would spread out to the furniture. even still, youâre eyes never looked away from kisaki.
you squeezed your legs together when you saw kisakis smile grow and his eyes squint. the light shining in through the windows made him stand out against the darkness of the room. on your own face the light scattered onto you as well.
ânow whoâs next? hmm?â he chuckled moving his gun back and forth between the last two men. âyou, the one bad mouthing my property, and questioning my priorities. you really are so stupid.â again he pulled the trigger. and still you kept your eyes on him. you felt heat rising up in your chest as you watched his smile grow with every person he killed.
âah, the last man standing.â kisaki released your hand and stood up. he walked over to the last person he was yet to kill in the room. âyou did well today, you followed my orders thoroughly. you can leave now. oh but one more thing, call someone to clean this mess up.â he used his gun to point at the bodies sprawled on the floor.
ây-yes sirâ the last man stammered out before speeding out the door.
âfinallyâ kisaki raised his arms up as he turns around to face you. âyouve been such a good girl you deserve a reward.â
he came back to the desk where you sat cross legged waiting for him to give you the pleasure he denied you before. putting a finger out he removed a strand of hair from your eyes and put it behind your ear.
âdo you know how many people Iâve ordered to kill for me? hmm you donât think I wouldnât kill for you? after all the things they did to you? stripping you of your clothes with their eyes. youâre mine, and Iâll kill anyone who doesnât fucking agree. all mine princess, now I think itâs time for you to show me your appreciation. on your knees slut.â
your mouth watered as you slid down to the floor. kisaki rubbed his cock through his pants waiting for you to do as he ordered. unbuttoning his pants you moved one hand up under his shirt to feel more of him. âim getting impatient,â he whispered gripping some of your hair and pushing your face down onto his cock.
you licked circles around his tip and up his shaft, causing him to grunt and pull your hair roughly. you brought your hands up to stroke him as you sucked.
the air was filled with the sound of slurping and choking. you felt him deep in your throat, making you want more.
youâre head bobbed up and down as you picked up speed sucking and licking all around his cock. âah fuck, just like thatâ he groaned out throwing his head back with pleasure. your hands came down to your pussy to touch yourself as you pleasured him. the more of a reaction you got from him the worse you needed him.
he pulled you by your hair taking your mouth of off his cock. âdid I give you permission to touch yourself?â he leaned down grinning in your face.
ân-no butâŚâ you stammered trying to find the words to say in your fuzzy head.
âthen take your hands away from yourself and keep sucking you slut.â he thrusted his cock into your mouth as you brought your hands back up.
you moaned as his dick slid deeper down your throat, you did your best to lick and suck but your movements were getting sluggish from the pleasure.
âcmon,â he whined out thrusting into your mouth, âyou can go a little longer. isnât this what you wanted bitch? or would you rather be riding me right now?â
you looked up at him through watery eyes trying to beg him to give you the pleasure you needed so badly.
he pulled out of your mouth and picked you up laying you down on the table.
âyouve done enough, good job princess.â he sighed kissing you lips gently before climbing on top of you. his face hung inches away from yours as he smiled, âsince you were so impatient earlier Iâll give you what you want, but I cant promise Iâll be nice.â
he slid the dress of off you from your shoulders, following that he ripped off your panties and bra. he spread open your legs and licked circles around your nipples as he thrust into you.
you moaned out his name in surprise, he wasnât going to go easy on you. you gripped the sides of the desk as he continuously thrust into your dripping pussy.
suddenly he stopped, taking off his glasses and shoving his tongue down your throat. âyouâre insides feel so fucking goodâ he breathed as your tongues met. he sucked and bit your lip when you released the kiss for a breath, a string of saliva attached your mouths.
âah ah ah, you donât get any breaks.â he laughed breathlessly while groping your titties. you let out small whimpers as he slowly started to thrust into you again.
his breathing became erratic and his hands came up to your thighs as he came to his climax. âso fucking close, princessâ your insides twitched around him as you neared yours as well.
you felt him twitch inside you as he came, âah fuckâ he whined out, moaning your name.
your hands came up to his face as he thrusted into you slowly, his movements becoming more sluggish. his face was flushed and wet with sweat. the slowness and sweetness of his movements felt even better then when he was going fast.
âah kisakiâŚâ you released onto his cock as you gripped his tie. he shoved his tongue down your throat yet again not allowing you a break from the pleasure.
âyou can hold on a little longer cant you doll.â his warm breath breezed over your face as your eyes teared up once more.
ây-yeahâ you gasped trying to catch your breath.
he shoved himself deeper inside you causing your back to arch and you to moan out his name. âgod thatâs what I wanted to hear, your pretty little voice⌠now I wonât stop till I have you screaming out my name.â
he placed a hand on your cheek and smiled devilishly, hearing you moan out so desperately gave him his motivation to go rough back.
your mind was flooded with pleasure as kisaki railed into you on the desk. by the end of the night all you knew was the sound of skin clapping against skin and the squelching noises of your fluids mixing with his. all you felt was kisaki inside you, so deep you could feel him in your guts.
you watched his desperate expression as he made you cum over and over again, the smile that stretched across his face every time you moaned out his name and begged him to make you cum. all you wanted was the taste of his mouth in yours. you wanted to feel his tongue in your mouth like two dancers performing a waltz.
you came over and over again to kisaki until you had nothing left. âkisaki⌠ah⌠please stop.. I cant cum anymore.â
âoh baby i know you have more in you.â he grinned as he slammed into you faster and whined as the pleasure was getting to be too much for him too.
âah.. kisaki.. Iâm gonnaâŚâ before you could get it out kisaki started sucking on your titties as he slowed down the pace.
âi thought you had nothing left.â he laughed when he felt you twitching around him again.
âi didnât â you whimpered, hands coming up to his back tugging on the fabric of his vest he didnât have time to take off.
your body twitched under him as you held onto him, the pleasure wouldnt stop. slowly he pulled his sopping cock out of your twitching pussy and started leaving love bites all over you.
âahh it still feelsâŚâ Kisaki shushed you before you could continue
âjust relax,â he said combing his fingers through your hair and sitting you up. âI went to far im sorry. I⌠I just wanted you to know Iâd do anything, for you.â
you relaxed into his arms and closed your eyes. you knew, even if he didnât kill those men for you, and even if he didnât pleasure you past your limit. you knew.
âthank you kisakiâŚâ
authors note: this was my first serious ff so im sorry if it ended weird.. I honestly didnât know what to do. I hoped you enjoyed it either way (^_â)ââ
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Morning Dew // Jeongin
đ | genre: smut (18+) âď¸ | pairing: Yang Jeongin x female!reader đż | wc: 1.2k đ¸ | includes: no power dynamic, soft morning sex, unprotected sex, creampie, pet names for dayyys, soft ending, idk itâs just pretty cute :)
âď¸ | synopsis: You and Jeongin have been dating for months, and waking up next to him is the best feeling, especially when he wakes up with morning wood.
đ | requested: âHi!!! could you write a fem!reader x jeongin soft morning sex :)) ive been thinking about this for so long imagine waking up to a shirtless jeongin and his voice being all raspy omg đĽľâ donât mind if i do anonnie!
You flick the sand from your eyes as you wake up, finally awake enough to start your day. Your head is pressed into your boyfriend, Jeonginâs chest, your arms around him as his arms are around you. Looking up at his face, he looks so calm and pretty when heâs asleep; You canât help but peck his cheek with a sweet kiss. His eyes flutter open, a full view of you smiling at him in his vision.
âGood morning, sweetheart. Howâd you sleep?â You kiss his cheek again as he struggles to comprehend your question despite its simplicity. You patiently wait for a response as Jeongin stretches his arms out before holding you closer to his body.
âI always sleep well with you. You know that!â You both giggle at his slight raise in tone. The room feels warm with the sunlight creeping in through the blinds. If it hadnât been for the alarm clock sitting next to you, youâd have no idea what time it was. âI have off today, babe.â
âOh really?â You raise an eyebrow, meeting your lips with his in a short kiss. âSo we can stay in bed as long as weâd like?â
âOf course, baby. I could cuddle with you forever.â You smile and nuzzle into his chest, both of you enjoying the emotional warmth you give to the other. You peck light kisses into his chest, wrapping your legs around him to bring him closer.
âOh my god, I forgot we were naked.â You feel his dick right below your thigh, totally forgetting the events of last night until right now. The temptation to rub against him is strong, but you refrain for now. Jeongin just laughs at your shocked expression, kissing your forehead.
âI didnât want to say anything but,â Jeongin sighs, unsure how exactly to express how much he wants you, âI might need a little help down there.â
Jeongin almost always wakes up with morning wood, so this was no surprise to either of you. The only thing holding you back was how sore you still were from working all week and the rough night prior. You didnât want to move your body at all, but you also wanted to make Jeongin happy.
You move your legs off of Jeongin to get a view of his cock, not fully hard but definitely getting there. Your hand inches down his chest to his length, teasing him as you take the base of his shaft into your hand. Your wrist flicks your hand up and down his dick as Jeongin lets out labored sighs and quiet groans.
In no time, Jeonginâs hard as a rock, thrusting his hips into your hand while you stay still. He holds your wrist tightly while fucking your hand slowly. It was a sight to see for sure, and if the wetness between your legs was any indicator, you biting your lip certainly cemented the fact that you were turned on to an otherworldly extent. Your boyfriend just looked so painfully sexy you could hardly believe he was yours.
âBaby, turn over. I want to be inside you.â Jeongin moves your hand off of him, holding your hips to move you to your side. You nod, swiftly adjusting your body so youâre facing away from him as he bring you into his arms, spooning you close. His cock sits between your legs, resting until Jeongin brings his hand between down to position his cock to line up with your entrance. âReady?â
âSo ready, baby.â You whine, pressing your ass back against him. Jeongin groans deep as he pushes into you, your head engulfing his cock as he bottoms out. As many times as heâs been inside you like this, the stretch is always pleasantly jarring. Youâve always appreciated how Jeongin would let you adjust to his size until you tell him to move. âYou can go, babe.â
âAnything for you, my love.â He slowly pulls out and back in, never letting his cock completely fall out of you. His strokes are long and deep, your cunt feeling full every time his hips jerk into yours. You close your eyes and let Jeongin take you, whining slightly as he takes your waist into his hand while his other hand holds your hips in place. âYou feel so good, fuck~â
The drag of his cock against your walls made your head spin, and his frequent thrusts into your g-spot made you see stars. If he wasnât moving so damn slow, youâd be through the moon right now. The lazy pegs from Jeongin made you burn for more. Your hand went between your legs to play with your clit, the sensation becoming intense rapidly. Your body was on fire, you just needed that push.
"Jeonginnie, can you go a little faster?â You whimper has he pushes his cock in deeper, faster, his grip on your hips tightening as you clench around him. He groans your name right in your ear, his deep morning voice sounding hot as ever. You squint your eyes closed even tighter as one of Jeonginâs hands leaves your hips and comes up to squeeze your tit, teasing your nipple between his fingers. He starts sucking on the side of your neck, careful not to make any marks. âTh-thank you.â
âNo need to thank me, doll.â His pace is soft and tough at the same time, a clear care in all of his moments. As you begin to contract around him, he hisses, his hot breath blowing down your neck, sending chills down your spine. âCan I cum inside you?â
âCum wherever you want.â You canât think about his orgasm right now, the feeling of yours growing overwhelming strong within seconds. Your hips rut against Jeongin as he holds himself inside you, shallowly thrusting into your cunt while you cum on his cock. You feel like heaven, not to mention the moans coming from your throat being enough to make Jeongin breathless.
âAre you alright, babe? Can I keep going?â Jeongin caresses your curves as you catch your breath, nodding sheepishly as you feel him start to move inside you again. The overstimulation is totally worth having Jeongin possibly release inside you. âG-gonna cum.â
You ride him gently, his movements becoming infrequent and, when they do happen, erratic. He can hardly control his body as he cums, only his tip inside you. His arms hold you close to him, your back flush with his chest. You can feel his fast heartbeat against you. The high-pitched whines coming from his throat contract greatly with his raspy morning voice youâve grown to love, but nonetheless, he sounds hot as ever.
âI donât wanna pull out.â He pushes fully into you as his cock softens, the atmosphere transitioning from sexual to sensual. He rests his forehead against your back, taking in your smell, your feeling, your view. His heart feels complete when heâs with you like this. âLetâs stay like this.â
âIâd love that, Jeongin.â You close your eyes again, this time from tiredness rather than pleasure. Jeonginâs eyes shut similarly, both of you ready to crash after the activity. âPromise you wonât let go of me?â
âI wouldnât let go of you for the world, Y/n.â He pulls you closer, blushing as he feels his heart begin to swell with adoration. âI love you.â
âI love you too.â You have a smile on your face as you drift back to sleep with your lovely boyfriend.
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Touch Me
Formerly The Textile Series
A Javier PeĂąa x f! Reader Romance
Rating: Explicit - language, sex, drugs, rock ânâ roll. You know the drill, no one under 18 allowed.
Word Count: 2168
A/N: Look, itâs no secret that I would let Javi absolutely ruin me so here is The Textile Series, back again with a few changes, so I can simp some more over my favorite DEA agent.
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Part IV: Leather
You slammed the shot glass down, proudly popping the lemon between your salt-swollen lips. Tequila always tasted good and, with one of Escobarâs most notorious sicarios now in US custody, it tasted even better.
âCâmon, Javi, take a shot with me,â you shouted across Murphy to your other partner, who offered you his signature smirk, the corner of his lips lifting as he regarded you. Steve placed a palm against your face and playfully pushed you back, grimacing.
âChrist, woman, youâre gonna make me go deaf,â he complained. You poked a finger into his ribs, gleefully watching as he doubled over. âAh! No tickling, thatâs not playing fair and you know it.â He clambered off the barstool and pointed to the now-empty seat. âSit. That way you donât have to scream at Javi.â
You shuffled about and made yourself comfortable on the stool, offering Javier a grin. His smirk shifted into a full-blown smile, that sweet little dimple popping, and your stomach flipped at the sight. Your feelings for Javier were getting out of control, strengthening each day you spent together. Youâd nearly kissed him right there at the Presidentâs ball last night, in front of your superiors, not giving a second thought to the damage it could affect on your career. You had worked hard, damn hard, to get where you are, despite the sexism and harassment youâd received because you were a woman. Hell, Steve and Javier were two of only a few men you could think of that didnât treat you like your only worth was between your legs.
But there you were, hunting down Colombiaâs most notorious drug lord, and all could do was simper like a teenager every time Javi smiled.
âYouâre drunk,â Javi offered, shifting in his seat to lean on the bar next to you. His elbow brushed against yours, leaving your skin tingling from where your bare skin met. As usual, the top buttons of his shirt were undone, leaving his chest on display. Your eyes roved over his form hungrily, slipping down to see the smattering of dark hair on his chest, before settling on his gorgeous face.
Up close, Javier was disarmingly beautiful. His dark hair fell over his forehead as he leaned into you, eyes searching yours as though they could see every secret etched on your heart. A smattering of freckles dotted his face, barely visible, but you had stared so long and so hard at him that you had every perfect imperfection memorized. His hand wrapped loosely around his tumbler of whiskey and you couldnât help but imagine that hand wrapped around yours, tethering you to him as you finally gave into your desires.
âIâm not,â you finally managed, finding yourself inching closer to him, a coil of desperate need beginning to unfurl within you. Taking his glass, you let your fingers brush against his, watching his pupils dilate. You took a sip of the biting liquor, letting it trail a path of fire down your throat. âIâm just feeling good.â
Javi reached up to wipe a drop of whiskey from your lips with his thumb, raising an eyebrow. âFeeling good, hmm? And whyâs that?â
You let out a soft whimper at his touch, just loud enough for Javier to feel the vibration on your skin. His eyes darkened and he let out a deep sigh. âYouâre gonna get me in fucking trouble one of these days.â
The two of you sat staring stupidly at each other, as though you were the only two people in the crowded bar. Heart pounding and cunt throbbing, you let your fingers settle on his thigh, trailing them toward the seam of his jeans and so close to the place you felt pressed against you last night.
You leaned forward and closed the distance, whispering in your partnerâs ear âI heard you likeââ
ââOkay, itâs time to go,â Steve thrust his arm between the two of you, setting his empty beer bottle on the worn, wood bar with a loud thump. You and Javi sprung apart like kids caught necking, a wave of embarrassment crashing over you along with the realization that you had been so wrapped up in Javier that youâd forgotten you were in public.
Javi pulled back like heâd been punched, the naked desire written on his face shifting back into a closed, unaffected expression. Nodding at Steve, he avoided your eyes and stood.
âYeah, itâs late.â
Your stomach lurched at the speed with which Javi could turn off any sign of being interested in you. It was like hot and cold with him, and you were starting to wonder if he even thought of you as more than a potential fuck. You werenât blind; you knew exactly how your partner managed to get such reliable intel. It wasnât like you could fault him - you had no claim on him and you knew he was just trying to get one step ahead of Escobar. But the thought of his body bringing another woman the kind of pleasure that you could only imagine, while you lay in your bed at night writhing on your fingers? That was enough to send a wave of jealousy surging through your veins.
You clambered off the stool, leading the way to the door in silence. If Javi wasnât affected by you, well, you could at least act as if you felt the same. You emerged from the warm bar into the cool night air sweeping over your heated skin like a balm. You continued walking down the street toward the Embassy apartments; the bar wasnât far from where all of you lived and, while Steve had driven over after work, you wanted to clear your head a bit. Decidedly ignoring their calls to âget in the damn carâ (Javiâs words, not yours), you managed to get nearly a block before a hand closed over your elbow.
âWhat the hell are you doing?â Javi demanded, his dark eyes flicking around to the dark, run-down buildings surrounding you. As much as you wanted to fall into his arms, you pulled away and continued meandering down the street toward your apartment.
âWhat does it look like Iâm doing?â you called back flippantly, âIâm walking home!â
Javi groaned in a mixture of exasperation and defeat, jogging a few steps to catch up to you. âNot alone, you arenât,â he muttered, mostly to himself. âHere, at least take my jacket,â he ordered, shrugging off his worn, leather coat and placing it around your chilled shoulders. He sighed loudly as you continued walking, calling after you. âYouâre a pain in my ass, you know that?â
You spun around in a circle with your arms out, laughing into the night. âIâm a pain in YOUR ass? Javier PeĂąa, you are, without a doubt, the most confusing, irritating man Iâve ever met!â You continued down the street shaking your head and laughing into the night while you continued your rant.
"What I don't understand," you threw over your shoulder in his direction, "is how you can just change direction and act like we don't have anything here. . . like you werenât about five seconds from fucking me right there in the bar. . . .â Trailing off, you felt the fight leave you. Exhaustion crept through you in its place, and all you wanted now was to get home and sleep your buzz off.
âHell, maybe Iâm just imagining things,â you mumbled tiredly.
You heard Javi's steps come up beside yours, somehow felt his warmth even from feet away. You hated the feeling of tears building in your eyes. The last thing you wanted was to be an emotional wreck in the face of Javi's aloofness. His warm hand closed around your elbow once again, but this time you let him pull you back.
âYou think this is just some goddamn game to me?â Javier whispered fiercely, tugging your arm so that you fell forward against him. His free arm curled around your waist, holding you in an approximation of the exact position you had been in while dancing last night.
âDo you have any idea what you do to me?â he gritted out, those deep, brown eyes glittering with fire. Javi brought his hand up to cup the back of your neck, holding you in place while he continued, and all you could do was stand there, transfixed by his words and the sheer emotion behind them. âYou think itâs easy for me to stay away? To act like Iâm not thinking about you every goddamn minute of the day?" He shook his head with a defeated expression.
âAll I want is to have you,â he continued, his thumb stroking the sensitive skin just under your ear. He paused and your eyes fluttered closed, waiting for the moment when you would finally feel his lips on yours.
Without warning, he released you, leaving you cold and wanting as your eyes flew open. Looking at his face, you saw pain etched in every line, agony reflecting in his eyes.
âBut I canât give you what you want.â
He turned away, looking down the street, jaw clenched. You felt tears prick your eyes, frustrated with his words. âJavi,â you began, reaching out, âYouâre what I want, I donât needââ
âNo,â he insisted, refusing to meet your eyes. âI need to catch Escobar, thatâs the only thing that matters. Iâve been so distracted and Iââ He broke off, his hand coming up to massage at his neck in a gesture so familiar it hurt. He dropped his head with a frustrated sigh and gently pushed at your shoulder.
âCome on, we need to get home.â
You let Javier walk a few steps ahead of you, mind spinning and heart squeezing painfully in your chest. You had felt so warm in his arms, so alive, like every one of your nerve endings buzzed when you were pressed against his body. Now, even with the worn leather of Javiâs jacket pulled around you, you felt chilled, lonely, incomplete.
Down deep, you knew Javier PeĂąa was a selfless man. He wanted to do good, be good, but always felt like he was falling short. He had one mission in Colombia: to capture Pablo Escobar. Anything beyond that was unnecessary, a distraction; something you understood well.
But your heart was selfish - you wanted both. To find Escobar and have him extradited and locked up with a maximum sentence, definitely. But on those lonely nights and the moments in-between when you could imagine something other than the gritty underworld of Colombian drug trafficking, you wanted Javier. Wanted his arms around you, his mouth against yours. You wanted to trace the lines of his neck with your tongue, wanted to run your hands down his torso, then lower, lower, until you breathlessly gripped him and slid down, finally finding home in the middle of the madness.
At an impasse and emotionally drained, you stayed silent for the remainder of your walk, watching Javi turn his key in the security door and shuffling in behind him. You began up the stairs, the feeling of Javierâs gaze burning through you, before you remembered the coat curled around your body.
âOh, I forgot,â you mumbled, moving to the bottom step while shrugging the garment off. You held it out to Javier, keeping your eyes on the floor, silently begging him to just take it so you could lock yourself in your apartment and break down in private.
âKeep it,â Javi replied, the gravel in his voice still sending a thrill of arousal through your body despite the fact that you felt like he was slipping away from you. "Something to remember me by when we get out of this shithole."
You smiled sadly, reaching out to place a hand gently against his chest, your palm settled over the steady beat of his heart.
Javier stared at you, the longing in his eyes so tangible you couldn't stop the tears from falling. He gently swiped them from your cheeks, a sad smile on his lips.
"Don't cry over me, Sweetheart. I'm not worth your tears."
He leaned in to place a chaste kiss on your cheek, letting his full lips linger for a moment before taking a step back, the inches between you feeling like an impassable chasm. You stood silently, afraid that the tenuous grip you held on your emotions would break if you tried to speak. Javier turned and entered his apartment, never giving you a backwards glance, and you were left standing on the stairs alone.
With no reason to hold back you let your tears fall, your knees giving way as you sat down hard on the dirty step beneath you. You buried your face in the bundle of soft leather you held, weeping over a love you never had in the first place. Eventually, once your sobs calmed, you made your way up the stairs to your apartment and fell into bed exhausted, still clutching Javierâs jacket in your arms.
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nii-chan knows best [todoroki x reader]
⡠   bnha
âł pairing: shouto todoroki x f!reader
âł content: aged up character(s), niichan!shouto x imouto!reader, quirkless!reader, virgin!reader, manipulative relationship, corruption, incest, (mention of) spanking, dubcon, teasing, object humping, (mention of) leg humping, cunnilingus, fingering, (a bit of) aftercare
âł words: 3k
⢠summary: living with your big brother was exhausting, every day focused on making sure you always knew your place. He was so serious and commanding all the time, scolding you for the slightest misstep. but nii-chan always knows best.
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⢠note: the things that manifest at midnight, right?
You had lain there for what seemed like hours as you waited for the house to be still; a breath you didnât know youâd been holding escaped your lips when you heard his door close, the sound still too loud for your liking. But a long, hard day called for some relief and youâd waited long enough.
Living with your big brother was exhausting, every day focused on making sure you always knew your place. He was so serious and commanding all the time, scolding you for the slightest misstep.
âNii-chan is only doing whatâs best for you,â he would reassure you in his soft, deep voice.
Every. Single. Time.
You thought about the particular time you wore your skirt too short and had been forced across his knee to receive your punishment; the soft skin of your rear marred with his big red handprints, adding just one more while he spoke those comforting words. Or maybe it had been when you foolishly misspoke in front of his friends; behind closed doors he had grabbed you by the hair with his left hand, pushing your face against the wall as his ice-tipped right hand flittered across your body, sending tendrils of controlled freezing wherever he pleased as he spoke those words again.
Or maybe--
Your entire body tensed, hips arching ever so slightly, and your breath shuddered thinking about how Shouto would punish you. You felt your cheeks flush, the warmth pricking at your skin as you told yourself over and over that you shouldnât feel this way, not about him, not about your Nii-chan.
A short, broken whimper slipped through your lips, the once gentle heat that had been but a tantalizing ripple in your core now undulated hotly with an embarrassing lust and need. Your itching fingers searched at the sheet beneath you, your toes curled as you gripped at it in exasperation.
You groaned, pushing your head back against your pillow, hair splayed messily as you shook it back and forth.
Itâs not right⌠is it?
You strained against the moan that threatened to escape as it pushed against your throat, your imagination invoking the feeling of Shoutoâs hands raking their way down your body, teasing you with his quirk as he always would. A prickling of heat there, a shock of cold here.
There was no escaping it; your soft, contemptible moan broke free of your lips despite your best efforts. You inhaled sharply through trembling lips as your right hand wandered across the silk of your nightgown, your stomach fluttered beneath the touch of the dainty material when your fingers brushed against it.
Without a second thought, you balled the nightgown in your hands and ruched it up high around your midriff. You altered your position slightly in the process, widening up your pelvis as your right hand resumed its place at your hip. You fingered gently at the filly seam of your panties, back and forth along the sensitive skin above your groin.
Letting your eyes wander over to the left, they fell upon a plushie on your bedside table, the over-the-top flames and garish orange and blue stood out among everything else. Your fatherâs stern eyes glared right at you.
Of all things, it had to be Endeavor...
You scoffed, furrowing your brow, turning your eyes to look up at the canopy above your head. Your hand still fiddled away at your panties, enjoying the pleasurable feeling it sent further down.
You brought your free hand to your chest and for a moment, merely cupped your breast, feeling the weight rest against your palm. Nibbling at your bottom lip, you moved your other hand down, tentatively rubbing at your slightly parted lips beneath more silk. You pressed down gently on your already swollen clit, shuddering and whimpering when an overpowering wave of pleasure washed over you.
Your mind wandered and so did your hand; you reached for the plushie with your left and passed it over to your right.
âSorry, Daddy,â you whispered, pulling it beneath the blanket.
Any nervousness you felt abated when you pressed the stuffed toy against your mound, releasing a soft moan as you pushed it down until you felt a pleasant pressure against your throbbing clit.
You closed your eyes, your hips gently moving to grind against the toy, and thought of sitting on your Nii-chanâs lap.Â
You had been sitting at the table with him and his friends, and of course, he had encouraged you to sit on him instead of standing. You had straddled him, facing the table, with one of his muscular thighs held between yours.
You moaned, lost in the thought, as you held down harder on the plushie as you humped against it.
You recalled just how youâd sat on him, feeling the muscles beneath you tense, your panties and his slack trousers the only barrier between you. Youâd felt his hands on your hips, just below the eyesight of his friends, begin to move you slowly and deliberately. Surely they had seen how bright youâd turned as you humped against your Nii-chanâs leg, and you were sure he could feel your wetness on his leg as--
You moved with more vigor as you allowed your memory to consume you; you brought your left hand back to your breast, biting your bottom lip again as you cupped it in your hand. Your thumb gently brushed against your erect nipple through the nightgown and the soft silk against your sensitive skin made you squirm.
You brought your legs up, a low groan broke from your throat, your position now granting you much more movement of your hips.
âDaddy,â you whined, your eyes shot open with horrific realization.
Adding to your already awkward situation, you watched in fear as the door to your bedroom opened.
âDaddy, huh?â a familiar voice chastised.
He was so smug as he sauntered in through the half-open door, his eyes peering at you through his half-red, half-white hair. You knew you had been caught red-handed, you also knew he would be sure to enjoy it.
âI- Itâs not,â you stammered, stalling as you attempted to figure a way out of this predicament.
âItâs not what, little sister?â he implored as he closed the door behind him.Â
It barely made a sound.
You only watched as his tall, striking figure approached your bedside; his broad, muscular chest was bare, your eyes wandered down to the waistband of his pyjama bottoms. Not only did you feel flush at the sight of the bulge below the band, but you felt the quickening throb of your clit beneath the plushie between your thighs. You clenched tightly.
How much worse can this get?
âWell?â he pressed on, stern and severe as he folded his thick arms across his chest.
You internally reprimanded yourself for admiring the way his pectoral muscles squeezed beneath the bulk of his arms, the way the minimal lighting accentuated the definition of his biceps and his tight abdomen.
Shouto examined your silhouette beneath your blanket, there was no mistaking the outline of your knees in the air, legs spread.
âNii-chan asked you a question, little sister,â he prompted, bending over to rest his palms on the edge of your bed. He turned his head to look at you; he had never needed to give you a verbal telling off, his cold eyes said everything he needed to. âDonât be so rude.â
âI wasnât--âÂ
You didnât have the time to react to Shouto gripping the blanket between his hands, pulling it away from you, unveiling your shameful act. Your nose prickled, tears welling behind your eyes as you let your hold on the plushie go, your hand falling to your side, but you dare not lower your legs; you brought the hand at your breast down to rest above your abdomen. You felt so exposed as you fiddled nervously at the hem youâd bunched up.Â
Silly girl.
You felt the pressure under his heavy gaze as he scanned you up and down, but you noticed his not-so-hidden bulge twitch beneath his trousers when he looked below your hips. He let the blanket drop to the floor and reached out.Â
Shouto lifted the Endeavor plushie from between your legs, revealing your sodden garment; the silk had turned darker from your wetness.
You watched as he turned the plushie over in his hands, still looming over you.
âTell me,â he began, carelessly throwing it over his shoulder, âwhy do you need Daddy when your Nii-chan is right here?â
He placed his right hand on your thigh closest to him.
âYou should be ashamed of yourself, little sister,â he continued, squeezing it tight.Â
You let out a meek cry as the cold he generated slowly froze your skin. He tutted at you, shaking his head as he climbed onto the bed and rested between your legs, low on his knees. Not once did he remove his bitingly cold hand, he only turned it as he clambered over you.Â
You were only slightly relieved when he stopped using his quirk, you knew you would be feeling the discomfort for a day or two. You only hoped that you hadnât angered Nii-chan enough that he refused to take care of you afterward. The thought alone was enough to break your heart.
You gasped, feeling a pleasantly familiar tingle as he stroked at you with his left hand, running his finger up and down the concealed slit beneath your soaked panties. Your Nii-chan seemed to like that, the smirk that formed on his lip was devilish.
You flinched under the pressure of his finger against your clit, the sensitive, swollen nub pulsing against the silk. With half-lidded eyes, you watched as both hands crept their way to your waistband.
You nibbled at your lip, nervously.
âDonât play delicate, my dear, sweet little sister,â he cooed, words saccharine sweet as he snapped at the elastic.Â
âIâm not, Nii-chan,â you shot at him, your voice may have been trembling but that attitude was certainly present in your tone.
He wouldnât approve of that.
You watched, mouth agape, as he tucked his fingers of both hands beneath your waistband, he was still smirking as he roughly tugged at them, yanking them down your legs. You understood it would have been futile to push back against him; your Nii-chan had the strength and his unique quirk, you would always just be his pathetic, quirkless little sister.
Hanging your head in shame, you allowed him to move your legs as he removed your underwear; they hung as lifeless as a dollâs.
âOh, but you are,â he corrected, gently setting your legs back to their upright position. âAnd Nii-chan is never wrong, is he?â
His hands felt like gentle kisses against your thighs as he leaned into you, his head nestled comfortably between your trembling thighs. You shook your head with a squeak, your voice pushed uncomfortable against your throat.
âNii-chan only does whatâs best for you, sweet sister,â you felt the vibrations of his low tones against your legs when he spoke.Â
His fingers created delicate trails across your sensitive skin; across your hips, your pelvis, before resting painfully close to where you compulsively needed him.Â
âNii-chan is the only one who knows whatâs best for you,â his words were slightly muffled as he continued, his lips so impossibly close to your tantalizingly sweet and prohibited, virginal cunt.
A loose moan escaped your lips, the feeling of his warm breath against your naked arousal more intense than you could have imagined. You felt him move to place his forefingers on either side of your clit, widening them to spread your lips.Â
âIsnât that right, little sister?â he finally continued, you felt rather than heard him.
âNii-chan, you canât,â you whimpered, quivering from either anticipation or unease, you couldnât quite tell.
His eyes met yours, gazing up at you from between your legs, your poor cheeks prickling from the constant flush.
ââCanât,â what?â he teased, his eyes never broke contact as he intruded your walls with his fingers without warning. âThis?â
He watched you, obviously pleased as you squirmed and cried beneath him as your body experienced a newer sensation; it was different, far more different than when you had tentatively explored yourself. Two of your own slender fingers barely compared to one of his.
But now your Nii-chan had opened you up nicely with two of his thick fingers while he teased you, blowing a gentle breath against your clit. You whined, balling the sheet beneath you in one hand and your nightgown in the other.
âNii-chan⌠donât,â you cried half-heartedly, feeling his lips encapsulate your thrumming clit.
You felt the vibration of his mocking laugh right up against you, crying out when his tongue tickled at your bundle of nerves.
He pushed his left hand under your leg, enticed by the way you squirmed beneath him when he squeezed your asscheek. He enjoyed the way your flesh felt in his palm, softly kneading it with his hand.Â
The uncontrollable, fluttering little moans you rewarded him with when he pushed his way deeper into your untouched walls, suckling at your delicate nub, only encouraged his debaucherous act.
You keened as he hooked his fingers further inside your cunt, massaging that special spot that made you convulse beneath him. When your vision started to pock with white spots, you clenched your eyes shut, biting your lips against your sinful noises.
Your Nii-chan took this as an incentive to generously lap at your clit. You cried and held your fists tighter, your knuckles white as he slurped loudly at your juices, abusing your sopping wet hole with his fingers.Â
Shoutoâs hand squeezed your asscheek again, you felt the prickling heat as he used his quirk. The pang of panic you felt soon dissipated when, with one final thrust of his thick fingers finding your delicious sweet spot, he began to rub vigorously.
A feeble whimper broke through your moans when he released your engorged clit from his mouth, he held his steady momentum against your g-spot while you came undone.
âNii-chan knows best for his little sister, doesnât he?â he asked, his calmness was eerie.
You only responded with your titillating noises, and while he enjoyed them, it wasn't what he wanted to hear.
âAnswer me, sweet sister,â he growled as he halted his fingers.
The gyration of your hips only made him chuckle.
âSo needy and innocent, arenât you,â he mused, pressing his thumb against your clit. âNow,â he continued, âNii-chan kno--â
âYes,â you cried, now almost tearing at the fabric in your hands, âNii-chan knows best!â
Shouto watched as your pert breasts heaved up and down with your erratic breathing while he rewarded you by moving his fingers roughly against your sweet spot. He smirked, hearing a deliciously guttural moan break free from you as your walls tightened and hips shuddered. He felt your body spasm as you came, your slick pooling on his palm.
He didnât seem satisfied.
You sobbed, feeling a foreign pressure coil within you as he roughly fucked you with his fingers. You looked at your Nii-chan with concern.Â
âNii-chan it--â you croaked, breathing hard and fast, lost in a tumult of confusion and pleasure.
âRelax my sweet, little sister.â He sounded so soothing while he abused your pretty little cunt, bringing you to heights you didnât think possible.Â
You heard him groan as his lips once again came in contact with your clit, it twitched beneath his tongue as he gently circled it; a harsh contrast to his thick, intruding fingers. Your body tensed completely, you heard Shouto groan into you as you finally allowed yourself to let go, your loud whines and moans filled the air.
You felt his fingers struggle against your tight walls, whimpering and twisting beneath him as the coil wound tighter and tighter until--
âNii-chan!â you sobbed, feeling a pressure release from between your legs and the tightened coil unravel; your head felt fluffy.
Shouto gently removed his thick fingers, moaning long and loud as he pressed his tongue flat against your slit. His strong hands rested on either side of your hips, you flinched, anticipating the quirk use that never came; he stroked your skin with care.
Your Nii-chan tenderly lapped at your tender cunt, moaning as he drank in your juices, honey on his tongue. He enjoyed the noises you made when he pushed his tongue further inside you but thought against pushing you further tonight.
âYouâre so precious,â he told you, his eyes dark and intense.
You watched as he pushed himself off the bed, gently laying your legs down flat. He moved your hand from your chest and pulled your nightgown down, sweetly patting it around your thighs.Â
You were curious as you watched him fumble with your dresser, averting your eyes when he poked through your underwear drawer. Shouto returned to the side of the bed, presenting you with a clean set of panties; you felt a whimper try to escape as he considerately dressed you.
He turned around to pick up your blanket, he smiled down at you softly as he wafted it in the air, letting if fall daintily over you. You noticed he ignored the plushie of your father, still left alone on the floor.
âSweet dreams, little sister,â he whispered, he gently kissed your forehead as he tucked you under your blanket.
Before leaving your room he made a detour to the end of the bed, you were confused when he bent down.Â
How embarrassing!
You spotted your wet panties balled up in his hand. He waltzed over to the bedroom door, seemingly proud of himself, and opened it ajar.
âRemember,â he said before leaving you in your haze, âNii-chan always knows best.â
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for blurb night.. some good olâ lovemaking with Mob! Tom? I still like things to be really passionate and intense though, those deep, hard, but slow thrusts yk? dirty talking, clinging desperately to one another.. maybe some breeding kink in there? đ âIve-missed-youâ sex sort of deal? idk, have fun with it, girl! feel free to add or change things a lil! your writing is gold btw, sending love đâ¨
ugh..........yes.
âclearing out the askbox: smut editionâ
extended warnings: breeding kink, unprotected sex. ââ
Tom lays you down over the sprawling king-sized mattress very delicately, kissing your lips, deeply, before slowly making his way down your body.
âSo bloody perfect, arenât you, angel?â
Your boyfriend runs his hands over your chest, grabbing handfuls of your breasts in his warm palms. As he dips his head down and laps over your left nipple, a small whimper slips past your lips.
âHm?â Tom blinks up at you, brown eyes wide with false innocence as he drags his tongue over your nipple. As one hand pays attention to your other breast, his remaining fingers travel to your face, fingertips padding over your lips. He drums his digits over your mouth. âSpeak, darling. I want to hear your beautiful voice.â
You push against his touch and kiss at his fingertips, earning a smirk from your boyfriend.
âMissed you so much, Tom,â you mumble. You gasp softly when Tom releases your nipple and continues on his journey down your figure. âBeen a really long two weeks without you.â
Soft, warm lips move over your stomach, over your hips, to the tops of your thighs. Tom had already taken the liberty of peeling down your panties earlier when heâd undressed you in front of the mirror and made you watch as heâd explored your tight heat with three of his slender, skilled digits. Youâre already wet - orgasmed twice, but craving more, aching for the sweet release that you only get from Tom, and his hands, or his mouth, or his cock.
âFuck,â you whimper, watching as Tom kisses each of your thighs before pushing your legs wide open. âPlease fuck me,â you beg, grasping at the sheets. âI need your cock, Tom.â
Your boyfriend hums, using two fingers to peel apart your outer lips. Your tender clit throbs, and then you cry out loudly as he dips his head and runs his tongue over the bud. He drags his warm muscle from your entrance before circling your clit again, grunting in appreciation as you reach down to grab a hold of his hair. You try weakly to pull him back, muttering more about how youâll go crazy if you donât feel him properly, but he just tuts.
âShush,â he hums. âLet me taste my pussy, yeah? Then Iâll give you what you want, greedy thing.â
Heâs got both of his arms holding your waist, keeping you firmly on the bed as you thrash. You love it - love the feeling of his tongue, swirling around your bud, rewarding the sensitive area with warm, wet circles - and he knows it, knows you love being stimulated beyond the limits of pleasure like this. There have been nights before where heâs spread you out like this and made you cum, over and over, until all you know is his name, dripping from your tongue like a prayer.
âFuck, fuck,â you murmur. Obscene wet noises drift through the air as Tom makes out with your heat, sparing no enthusiasm as he sucks at your cunt, adding two fingers into your pulsing pussy as his mouth unravels you. âKeep going, fuck, Iâm-â
Tom hums, loudly, and the vibrations cause you to spin off, shouting obscenities as you moan loudly. You fall apart under his tongue, dizzying waves of pleasure spreading over you as you drown in it, chest heaving as you gasp loudly.
âFucking delicious,â Tom mutters. He slides up your body, dark eyes glinting as your juices shine on his chin. âDonât think thereâs anything I love more than tasting my cunt, darling.â He smirks when you whimper and reach out for him, pulling him closer again. His cock, hard and aching, presses up against your slit, and as you part your legs wider, it settles between your folds. âStill so needy though, arenât you?â
Tom has fun teasing you, rolling his hands over your face, grinding experimentally against your tender cunt until youâre whimpering. Heâs such a tease - it doesnât matter that heâs been away for two weeks on business, heâs persistent, and you know he enjoys the way youâre melting for him.
âPlease, please,â you mumble, gasping as you feel his tip press up against your entrance. Youâre insatiable, your skin crawling with a hot, throbbing heat that can only be cured by the feeling of your boyfriend entering you again. âSpent so many nights thinking about this, Tom,â you add, trying to coax him into action. âWant to feel your cock spreading me open, baby. Please, please, please.â You dust his face with kisses, and Tom chuckles. He drops his face until heâs able to kiss the base of your neck, sucking a very hard, enjoyable hickey to your skin.
âDo you want my cock?â He asks, voice husky. He looks up at you, eyes narrowing in a show of dominance, âOr do you want my cum?â
Your throat runs dry, and you find yourself swallowing deeply as your hands go up to his hair. You card your fingertips through Tomâs soft brown curls, nodding as your body fills with heat.
âBoth,â you mumble.
Tom tilts his face, lips catching at the juncture of your jaw and your cheek in a soft kiss.
âTell me what you want,â he murmurs. He leaves another kiss, wet and firm, to the sensitive spot of your jaw, causing you to whimper. âWe both know you want more than just my cock, darling. Go on. You can tell me.â He rubs his cock against your entrance and you whimper. âI know the dirty little thoughts youâve been having, hm? Just tell me, and itâs all yours.â
Normally youâd be shy about it, bashful and embarrassed, but then again, you wouldnât also be full of such persistent arousal that it feels like youâre dripping over the tip of his cock. So you groan, grabbing handfuls of his back as you say, firmly,
âI want your cum, Tom. I wantâŚâ You choke into a moan as he slides into you easily, meeting no resistance from your desperate cunt. âI want you to fill me up,â you say, âWant- want to feel you cumming in me. Have it drip out of me afterwards.â You whimper as he starts to thrust into you. âWant you to make a mess.â
Tom groans, his voice deep and raspy.
âThereâs a good girl,â he murmurs, voice thick with appreciation. âThat wasnât so hard, was it?â Heâs slow with his thrusts, but theyâre deep. You feel the pleasurable stretch that comes with each one of his movements, his thrusts nudging his cock further each time. Youâre revelling in it, moaning loudly as you cling to the packed muscles on his back, your body full of warmth as you take him in again.  âFeels so fucking snug, angel.â
Your eyes are squeezed shut, your body twitching each time Tom pulls out only to sink back into you, your heat warm and wet. âMissed this,â you whimper, voice high. âMissed this so much.â
âMmm, bet you have, darling.â Tomâs kissing over your collarbones, nibbling at your skin with light kisses. His curls brush at your neck. âYour fingers donât feel as good as my cock, do they?â
âNo.â
âBut you tried, didnât you? Can just imagine it. You coming up here, all alone, missing me.â Tom smirks against your neck, and you shiver. âWorking yourself open with a few fingers, trying to pretend they were me. But it wouldnât ever feel as good as this, would it?â
Your body is on fire, the muscles in your legs pulled tight with exertion, the heat in the pit of your stomach rising with each thrust. You reach down and grab at one of Tomâs hands, twirling your fingers together and clinging on for dear life.
âNo, nothingâs as good as this.â
âDidnât think so.â Tomâs voice is thick, mingling with the sounds of slapping arousal that fill the room. âCanât wait to fill you up,â he grunts. He pulls his face away from your neck and meets your eyes, his gaze primal and dark. His thrusts grow more purposeful, and youâre whining as you feel his hips grinding down against your clit every time. âBeen dreaming of this tight little cunt, love. Every night, thought about fucking you. Cumming in you and listening to you moaning when you feel my cum fill you up, shit-â
Youâre so close, and his words just make you clench around him.
âPlease, please,â you beg, mind gone. You squeeze at his hand, your other one grabbing at his back as you cling to him, craving everything. âI want it, Tom, fuck, make me cum, fill me up. I need it, I need you.â
âSuch a fucking angel,â Tom murmurs. He bites the top of your shoulder as you shake, and with a final thrust and burst of pressure to your clit, youâre there. âOh, fuck, darling, squeezing me so tight- there you go, fuck, so perfect, love, thatâs it.â
The strength of your climax is so powerful that it takes you out for a few moments, but you feel Tom peaking right after. You moan, your eyes rolling back as you feel him pulse inside you, shooting his warm seed deep within you as he swears and holds you near, rocking his hips against yours until youâre both spent.
He slumps against your chest, and you sigh contentedly as you roll your fingers through his hair. Bliss fills every part of you.
âMissed you,â you say, smiling down at him when he raises his gaze to you.
Tom sits straighter and leans up until heâs able to kiss your lips again. He lingers up there, eyes sparkling brightly as he kisses you, two more times, in quick, light succession.
âMissed you too, darling.â
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casual intimacy⢠kuroo tetsurĹ
warnings: 18+, nsfw, hard to soft dom kuroo, cursing, just rough, dirty, lovemaking.
nobody had to know about this part of yours and kuroos relationship. if you could even call it that. but how could the two of you not do this? when kuroo was so close to you all the time. he knew all of your weaknesses and spots that made you lose your mind.
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kuroo was now gently pushing you onto his bed, straddling himself over your thighs and toying with the hem of your shorts. "ive always hated these damn things, y'know how much of a tease you are?" he sneered.
"then fucking do something about it ku. im so sick of waiting." you sneered back at the raven haired man. you two could never hate each other, just the words you two didn't say, and that's why the two of you are always so pent up.
your friends would always poke at the two of you, asking when you were going to finally fuck each other.
today is the day. you thought to yourself as kuroo pulled your shorts off, he would've taken your panties with them if he wasn't being careful. but kuroo loved you deeply, and it was now time for him to prove it.
kuroo gently placed a finger on your wet panties, as if your pussy was begging for him to do something, anything. he began to stroke the outside of your underwear, causing you to turn into putty in his hands.
"ku, please. i-i need you." you whine, making the raven haired man chuckle. "awh what happened to the girl i was just talking to? she was such a brat." this caused you to whine again, grinding your hips to make some type of friction with his fingers.
"how pathetic," kuroo began, causing your insides to gush a little, "sigh, if only someone told me what to do."
you knew kuroo was a kinky man, but never this kinky. it was like meeting an entirely different person, and you were reveling in your current state, legs wide open, pussy begging to be paid attention to. it was brutal, and the longer you took to say something, the more wet you became. kuroo was shocked, out of all the girls he's been with, none of them matched up to you, and the two of you were only getting started.
"tetsurĹ if you don't fuck me right now ill-" you were interrupted with a deep and passionate kiss, before this, you didn't know just how starved you were for him. you let out a moan as kuroo pulled your panties off of you, tossing them across his room. he slipped a finger into your wetness, causing you to tense up. you let out a gasp and immediately reached for his hair.
"fuck baby, you're so wet. is this all for me?" he asked, putting another finger inside of you. you moaned out a, "yes daddy," too blinded by lust to watch over your words. hearing you call him that made kuroo growl lowly and bite your neck, making you moan even louder. "baby you're so loud already and i haven't even put it in yet. better be quiet before you get me a noise complaint." he whispered in your ear with a smirk.
you were already so eager for him, lord knows how long you've been waiting on this. he was finally close enough for you to palm his clothed cock, making him let out the most beautiful sound you had ever heard. "f-fuck. hold on." he stuttered out. you were sick of waiting. it was your turn to take initiative, zipping down his pants, kuroo finished for you, taking his pants off all the way before his member sprung out. he grabbed his cock and rubbed it against your folds, he was so ready to just dive into you, and all it took from your end was you saying:
"tetsu, please." he slowly slid into you, before he could think, you wrapped your legs around his thighs, bottoming him out. you relished in the sickly sweet pain it brought. kuroo let out a grunt as you did this, eyes blown with lust. he braced himself on either side of your head as you held him in for a bit.
when you finally let your legs drop, kuroo began slamming into you.
"you.."
thrust.
"dont, fuck" he gasped with another thrust as you clenched yourself around him.
"you dont know how long ive wanted to see you like this." he finally managed to gasp out. causing you to moan as he somehow went deeper and deeper into you. you reached up to grasp onto his neck, but ended up bringing his face to yours. holding his face, you made your way to his neck, leaving lovebites on it. you didn't care who knew about the two of you at this point, all you wanted was to feel the sweet release of his cum pouring into you.
"ku.." you warned, feeling your coil tighten up. "yes baby, i know. go ahead." he cooed to you, causing you to burst immediately. the moment kuroo felt you let go, he began to fall apart himself.
gasps and moans filled his room and when he was done, he made sure to carry you to his bathroom to clean you up.
"fuck, would you look at us?" kuroo gasped as you looked, the two of you were an absolute mess. and after the initial shock had settled, you two were back to your routine. that routine of public, frequent love that had stemmed from your casual intimacy.
a/n: if you haven't read it yet, this is a nsfw continuation of my fic on my main called casual intimacy, feel free to give that a read before this. also this is my first time writing smut in a while, so bear with me hehe.
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âł summary- a cruise with your best fuck buddy takes an interesting turn.
âł rating- explicit/18+/nsfw
âł pairing- jeon jungkook x reader
âł word count- 1.6k
âł genre- REQUEST, smut
âł warnings- fingering, penetrative sex, unprotected sex (wrap it UP), slight dirty talk, exhibitionism, teasing, creampie, whew lindy you sure have a niche kink that you must write about in every fic huh :/ this is all smut im sorry that thereâs bare minimum plot lol
âł a/n- hereâs my first drabble request for jk! iâm excited to give cherry koo his time to shine. iâll be working on all the requests ive been given and making nice little banners for them too.  thanks to @ladyartemesiaâ and @taetaewonderlandâ and @chimoonaâ and @sombreboyâ for reading over this and helping me not want to quit writing lol
 This request was âI could just pull your bikini bottoms to the side, no one will notice.â
Jungkook stares at you as if youâre his last meal, and heâs a prisoner on death row.
Itâs shameless the way he ogles you. He doesnât even wear sunglasses as he stares at your long legs unabashedly while lounging on the secluded deck of the cruise ship. You can see the way his eyes trail over your body, following the beads of sweat that trickle down from the beating of the hot sun. Â
âJungkook,â you murmur quietly. âYouâre staring.â
It shakes him out of the daze your body put him inâthe spell he always falls under when he gets a look at you in the tiny bikini you wear when you want to avoid unsightly tan lines.
âWas I?â He asks as he licks his lips and takes a sip of his beer. Â
You smirk fondly and continue reading your book. Jungkook doesn't stop staring. His eyes rest on your chest, watching the way your breasts lift and fall with each breath. You can tell heâs getting worked up now by the way his thighs tense as he tries to control himself.
A delicious thought crosses your mind and it makes you smirk.
âHey,â you speak as you turn on the lounge bed towards your stomach, exposing your backside to the hot sun. âCould you help me lotion up my back? I donât want to burn.â
Jungkook stills for a moment, visibly swallowing. You idly wonder if teasing your best friend and fuck buddy like this is going too far. But, he did mention something about seeing a girl named Jessica next week when you get home from vacation and maybe itâs best if you remind him just what heâd miss out on. You couldnât help the jealousy building inside of you at the idea of Jungkook with another woman.Â
âAlright,â he says after a moment of consideration. Â
He sets his cold beer on the deck and stands, adjusting his tight swim shorts as he does so. You canât help but grin, knowing he needs his adjustments due to the precarious situation youâve put him in.
He locates the white bottle of sunscreen lotion and squirts a hefty amount into his palms and rubs them together, before kneeling over your body. Each knee brackets your body and he hovers over your ass, swim bottoms exposing clefts of your lower cheeks. You can feel the way his knees tighten around you, hold you tighter.
The lotion is cold as he places his hands on you, rubbing small circles on your lower back and working his way upwards, ensuring the white cream is thoroughly blended into your smooth skin.
âShit,â he murmurs as he caresses you. The skin of your body drives him crazy. You feel like silk and he wants to run his hands all over you. Both hands work eagerly now, no longer focused on the sunscreen and instead on the way your skin feels under his touch.Â
âYou okay?â You ask coyly, turning your head towards the cherry-headed boy above you.
âFucking tease.â
You stifle a laugh with your hand and wiggle your hips gently.
âYou caught on quick.â
Jungkook grunts as his hands tug at your bikini bottoms, snapping the elastic against your skin.
âI could just pull these to the side,â he muses as his hand trails hot on your covered ass. âNo one would even notice.â
You bite your lip as the fire within you roars to life. His hand slides down to the exposed skin your bottoms donât cover, the cheeky globes tempting him to expose more.
âI could just fuck you right here.â
You chance a glance around you, noticing the upper deck of the ship youâre on is still deserted save for an old couple far on the other side. Â
Jungkook notices your glances and chuckles.
âYou actually want that, donât you?â He asks, tugging the fabric that covers your core to the side. âLittle exhibitionist, arenât you?â
He exposes your pussy to the open air of the ship and you can feel the slight breeze that accompanies the heat of the summer sun.
âKook,â you whine as your stomach tightens. You can feel him push it even further, exposing the lips of your cunt to anyone who walks by.
He grabs your hips and lifts slightly, stuffing the towel underneath you in a ball to elevate your hips permanently.
âGonna fuck you right here,â he states as he unties the string of his shorts and pulls them down just enough to allow his cock freedom.Â
You canât help but stare at the way he grips his length, stroking gently as he lets his eyes wash in the sight of your silken folds.Â
He releases his length to tease a finger at the slit, then pushes inside you fully with the digit.Â
âWet already? Are you that excited at the idea of me taking you right here? Letting me fuck you stupid on the deck?â He smirks as he speaks and spears in another finger, dragging a quiet moan from your lips.Â
He scissors you apart and watches as you gasp for air, hands gripping the warm plastic of your lounge chair. Jungkookâs fingers feel so hot, so thick inside you. Â
Once he deems you satisfactory, he pulls from within you and smears the slick from his hands on to his cock.Â
âMm,â he sighs as he pumps himself, head tilting back in pleasure. âYou ready, baby?âÂ
You nod quickly, hips elevated and pussy dripping in anticipation. Birds chirp over heard and you can hear the dull sounds of people around on the ship, and the crashing sounds of the waves hitting against it as it plows through the ocean.Â
âShit, this is so hot,â he groans as he rubs the head of his cock against the slick folds he just exited moments before. âCanât believe youâre letting me fuck you like this.âÂ
âPlease,â you whimper. âI need you so bad.â
Jungkook looks proud at your desperation and hisses as he pushes himself inside the scorching heat of your cunt.Â
âFuck,â he whispers as he bottoms out. Your brain short circuits, only capable of thinking about Jungkook and the way his length stretches you open and feels like fucking heaven. His cock is sun-warned and he smells like sweat and coconut sunscreen. Â
âYouâre so hot,â he grunts as he begins to pull his length out. He marvels at the way his cock shines with your slick arousal, before he pushes back in and groans at the sound of the wetness squelching with his thrusts.Â
âFuck me hard, please,â you beg. Your voice is broken, needy and youâre desperate for him to move faster.Â
âAs you wish,â he sighs as he sets a pace. He whines as your back arches and he takes the opportunity to grab a bunch of your hair and tug your head back.Â
âLook at you taking my cock right here,â he murmurs. âNaughty girl getting fucked for anyone to see.â Â
You keen at the feeling of pain at his grip on your hair, and it makes your eyes wide as you gasp for air.Â
He keeps going, pistoning his hips and watches as your ass bounces with each thrust. He canât wait to fuck you again and again in the privacy of your cabin, so he can watch your tits bounce in his face. Â But he loves the exhibitionism of taking you here, hot cunt exposed to anyone who happens to walk by.Â
He can feel himself coming close to the end, balls tightening in anticipation. Itâs the thrill and rush of being caught that spurs him closer and closer, and the sounds of your delicious squeaks and whines for more.Â
âYou want to cum for me, baby? You want to cum so hard the whole ship knows how well I fuck you?â He asked as he increases his speed and lets go of your hair, opting to grip your hips with both hands. âLet everyone know, baby.âÂ
Your eyes squeeze tight as the knot in your stomach pulls so tight until it snaps, cunt pulsing wildly around his cock and gripping him tight. It makes him gasp as you moanâbody milking him for his own release.Â
âShit, look at you getting my cock so fucking creamy,â he bites his lip as his length gathers your juicy finish, painting his whole cock white.Â
The final spasms of your pussy sends him reeling and he groans as he feels the pulses of hot cum pump out of him and fills you up. Your breathy moans quicken as you feel him empty himself inside you. You canât catch your breath, over-exerted from the high of your orgasm catching you off guard.Â
Jungkook stills as he lets himself come down from bliss, before he gently pulls out of your spent hole.Â
âOh shit,â he groans as he watches his cum trail out with him. He catches it with his fingers and pushes it back into you, causing you to squeak at the sensitivity.Â
âLetâs go back to the room,â he demands as he moves your bottoms to cover your cunt once more. âKeep it all in there and Iâll eat it out of you.â Â
You jump up and nearly spill his beer as he adjusts himself back into his shorts. Youâre grabbing your things and Jungkook snorts a laugh.Â
âShut up,â you pout. âLetâs go.âÂ
You grab his hand and drag him off the deck and towards the hallway of rooms that leads to yours.
Jungkook smiles and stares at you, soaking in your tanned skin and messy hair from his grasp.Â
He definitely knows he wonât be able to stop staring any time soonâand he doesnât think he wants to either.
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