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screampied · 9 months ago

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"Just the tip" trope w/ jjk men?👁️👁️

໒꒱ ₊˚ ‘ JUST THE TIP, GIRL ! ’﹒⺡

ᡣ𐭩 feat. sukuna, choso, nanami, geto, gojo

ᡣ𐭩 total wc. 3.2k

ᡣ𐭩 warnings. fem! reader, mdni, overstim, unprotected, true form sukuna, praise, dirty talk, quickies, dry humping, whiney men, choking, implied breeding, hitting it raw.

࣪. ᨳ GOJO SATORU. ࣪

“princess, you’re killing me,” gojo whimpers, feeling you casually move your hips against him. he’s staring at you, glossed lips just trembling. with two rough hands attached to your waist, he faintly strokes a thumb beneath the fabric that stuck beside your skin. “the tip. please.”

“wait a little,” you hum, making his back hit against the softly padded pillow. gojo grunts, the smooth part of your panties glissading back and forth on his length. his boxers was lazily pulled down, and he was all exposed…all warm. you felt a tiny veiny poke through, skimming against your entrance and you giggle before leaning up close to his ear. “oh sorry, did you say something? i can’t understand when you mumble, baby.”

gojo lightly throws his head back, grabbing a chunk of your ass before his right thigh bounces in utter anticipation. “f-fuck, don’t whisper in my ear like that,” and his voice was so shaky—he starts to pant frantically, just imagining being inside of you again. “you fuckin’ heard me.”

“remember who’s on top of you,” you tease, pressing a kiss near the corner of his mouth. for a split second, you heard gojo gulp, bright blue irises meeting your gaze. now that made him hard. shivers run all over his body the moment he feels you wrap a hand over his shaft, staring to realign yourself. “but fine, lie back…princess.”

soft puffs of breath escape past his mouth as he stares at you, a near smirk stretching against his pink lips. “bratty girl. quit talkin’ ‘n just ride me, how about that.”

“for all i care, you can just get yourself off,” you snicker. after you speak, gojo immediately shuts up the moment his leaky tip just barely hovers beneath your slick entrance.

with a clenched jaw, he presses his lips shut, a soft whine running past his lips to moment you start to jerk. “lot of mouth for how needy you are to be inside, ‘toru.”

“s-shut up,” he grumbles, and it’s cute. the attitude in his voice. the slight rasp to it, even the adorable flush that crept onto both sides of his temples.

gojo craved more, his mouth started to heavily salivate just imagining being inside of you. pumping you full of thick inches for the umpteenth time. “god, i just— i need you. know i said the tip but i just want you.”

you pepper a kiss near the corner of his mouth, and his first reaction was to kiss back ; he misses, making him cause himself to dreadfully whine.

lips forming a sweet desperate ‘o’ he leans back before gripping your hip tightly. you whisper, slowly sinking down into his length. “you can never make up your mind,” you purr, and the silk that ran against your voice.

“say one thing then you want another,” you continue, and he leans into your touch. he grows hard inside you, warmth swallowing you entirely.

gojo’s ears perked at the sound of your voice, the softness air that danced against his earlobe from your breathe.

he couldn’t help but pant, awaiting to have you sunk all the way down to the base. “you keep whinin' everytime i don’t give your lips any attention,” and for a brief moment, gojo’s eyes meet yours again, he feels so hot. you talking to him in such a sweet way like that only makes him feel ten times hotter. “you want a kiss?”

“i … i wanna kiss ‘n pump you full at the same time,” he says in a single breath. the hold you had on him was so heady.

gojo can’t stop himself from feeling all over your body, he felt giddy. in the best way possible. the way your cunt gradually went down on him. you made sure to take your time just to tease him a bit more. gojo’s pout doesn’t take long to make an appearance on him. “just…touch me… just want a taste of my girl while s-she’s on top.”

but the moment you were all the way down…

you felt his dick stretch you out for how many times again, you suppress a moan. leaning in, you squeeze gojo’s lips together playfully—bringing him into a sloppy kiss. his favorite kind of kisses.

the kind where your tongue would slide against his in such a messy way, he’d suck on yours before moaning right into your mouth. a single make out session with gojo was enough to make you pulse through your pulled to the side panties.

“i’m n-not gonna last with you grinding against me like that,” he whimpers, nearly having the wind being snatched out of him the moment you start up a rhythmic grind. “ride me jus’ like that,” he’d pant, and as you tantalizingly ghost a hand up his abs, you intentional make him shudder within your hold.

gojo pauses, grabbing your wrist. with a swift lick of his lips, he uses another hand to spank your ass, another to make your hand wrap around his neck. “choke me. choke me while y-you ride me, baby. please?”

. ᨳ NANAMI KENTO.

“i don’t want you to overwork yourself, sweetheart,” nanami says in a hushed tone. in the midst of you having your hands kneading through flour, you’re bent over the counter.

“have i,” he started, pausing to kiss near your nape. he was so close you felt his bulge prop up against you, “told you,” he halts again, a hand snaking around your waist, “how pretty you look in sundresses?”

“no,” you nearly slip off a moan, trying to avert your gaze back towards the bowl that had your hands covered in dough. his touch felt so good, he was gentle with you. nanami sneaks a kiss near the corner of your neck before you gasp. he pants your legs just a bit before kissing down your back. chastely. “the food, baby.”

nanami huffs, softly ghosting a thumb beside the exposed skin near your back. “you’re an amazing cook sweetheart, but ‘m hungry for something else,” and his words were so warm, smooth and all. the moment he murmurs tender in a soft voice against your ear. it was enough to make you immediately throb. “i want a little of your attention, just…a little.”

“okay,” you mutter, gnawing on the skin of your lip once he hurriedly moves your panties towards the side. a dripping soaked mess, nanami couldn’t help but stare for a bit. he was already insanely hard. his touch, it was so sensually smooth. with a single hand on your hip, you let off a sweetened mewl once you suddenly feel the throbbing tip of nanami’s dick glide against your folds. “k-kento, fuck.”

“missed bein' inside my wife,” he rasps, and he’s so pushed up against you it makes him dizzy. nanami eases his was inside, stretching you gingerly before you left off a sweet whimper. “you always know how to bend over for me like a good girl,” he purrs, bringing another amount of kisses towards the back part of your neck.

his breathing becomes unsteady and irregular, the thin fabric of your sundress, he has a firm grip on it. “was…was gonna give you the tip but i just wanna pump you full, sweetheart,” and you bite your lip, feeling the tips of his fingers brush against your ass. “give you.. a baby or two.”

nanami had you leaning forward, your hands were still in the bowl of ingredients before he hesitates. his voice cracks, pitching high for a concise moment. for the first time, you were hearing a needy nanami. “will you let me stuff you full? tell me in that pretty voice of yours.”

his words, it struck right into your heart and in the process—right between your legs. you felt sticky, a bit moist just from nanami grinding up against you. whenever it came to you, he just couldn’t contain himself.

“y-yes, please kento,” you’d whimper out, feeling two big hands of his caress your ass. he groans, so thick and big…yet so tender with the way he relaxed himself inside. such gummy walls hugging him so tight and close, it makes his jaw tense in a thirsty manner. “just fuck me, baby. i want you so bad.”

“wanted you more,” he whispers. a stroke of his, lightly shoving his hips into you—you gasp, nearly dropping the dishes. “s-sorry, honey. might wanna hold on. ‘s gonna get a bit messy,” and as he says that, a soft chortles flies past his lips. nanami teasingly runs the cold band of his watch down your back, watching you cutely squirm. “but i’ll clean you right up, i love when my sweetheart’s a little nasty.”

ᨳ SUKUNA RYŌMEN.

ironically enough, you’d be the one asking sukuna. he’d have the snuggest grin on his lips, buff arms crossed towards his chest whilst you straddled him.

“speak, girl,” and you suddenly grow shy, being propped up on the king's lap. his voice was a deep pitched low, fully stirring you up from the inside. sukuna cups your chin, making it hard for you to avoid his gaze before he murmurs. “tell me what you most desire, little concubine.”

“i want…” you start to speak before trailing off. his gaze, it was never not intimidating. for a split second, you could just about make out a mere small smirk lingering against his lips. sukuna brings a hand toward your waist, softly stroking your skin before you intake a sharp breath. “i want to feel you f-from the inside, ‘kuna. just the tip, please?”

“awwww,” he purrs, and he’s sat manspread. his grip he had on your hip, the way his fingers tenderly strokes beneath the thin straps of your panties. needless to say, it had you soaked.

“just can’t get enough, huh? was last night not enough to satisfy you?” and he takes pride in the pout that goes against your lips. “go ahead then. show me how needy you can be.”

his words had such smugness to it, you whimpered with such exasperation. eagerly springing his length out, not wanting to waste anymore time. sukuna stares at you, a low grunt slithers past his lips before you’re just hovering over his fat tip.

it was glistening with pre-cum, you let off a soft coo, making his tip swipe and smear all over your glistening folds. “s-sukuna, i want you. i want more.”

“greedy girl,” he snickers, and you suddenly felt small. being sat on his lap, his frame was so big. a lot bigger and broader than you. sukuna’s base was hefty, it jolted against his leg the moment you pushed yourself forward. he leans in as if he was about to kiss you. instead, he cups your grin again, multiple eyes staring right into the depths of your soul before whispering out a husky, “no one’s stopping you, princess.”

you moaned, his words was enough to get you dripping like a faucet between your legs—how embarrassing…

within moments, you sink down a bit further, and he’s huge. you feel his dick reach everywhere, such thickness it has your mouth salivating. “f-fuck, ‘kuna,” and his ears perk at the sound of your voice. the bitter sweetness to it. you were always so whiney, growing quiet every few seconds to hear the squelches your pussy made in retaliation. huffing and puffing, your eye-lids grew heavy, he was insanely packed. you felt him everywhere, and once you finally sat down against his base, you pull him into a hug. “so.. so big, stretching me.”

“…oh, don’t tell me that’s all,” sukuna grumbled cheekily, feeling your frame. he creates a fake pout, unreservedly mimicking the pout you had on your own face earlier. “you said just the tip but you can barely handle a few inches, concubine.”

he chuckles darkly, watching your cute face fall. you try to pivot your hips but not even seconds later. you end up making a mess on his lap, bundles of nerves sending you shockwaves. sukuna smiles, bringing a kiss towards the corner of your mouth. “hm. looks like someone needs more training,” and with a sly eyebrow raise, he brings you towards his chest, petting your hair. “if you can barely handle the tip, what makes you think you can handle both of my cocks, princess?”

ᨳ SUGURU GETŌ.

geto would be occupying himself with something, you’re doing nothing but of course—straddling his lap. not a single thought in your mind.

he doesn’t mind it, he enjoys feeling your body all propped up against his. he takes the opportunity to gently snake an arm around your waist, holding you close. although, at this particular point you’d be basically cockwarming him.

“just the tip, you say, suguru,” you utter with a mere hint of sass on your tone. he smiles to himself, your back facing his chest. he’s so warmish, his body heat nearly radiates off of you. skin to skin, it forever felt so intimate. despite the two of you doing nothing but just staying still. “you just wanna fuck me.”

“princess, i wanna hold you and fuck you. ‘s a difference,” and his voice was a bit hoarse—it was unintentionally attractive. he’s sneaking a plethora of kisses down your neck, giving your collarbone a soft suck before he reaches down between your legs. “spread these for me, don’t be shy.”

such thickness to him, it made you swallow, recollecting your thoughts…speaking of thoughts, as mentioned earlier…

your brain was empty. all you could focus on was how stretched you were getting. you were soaking his shaft down to its full supreme—and the last thing you expect is for geto to start rubbing mean circles against your clit. your body’s initial reaction was to lean back against him, and he chuckles, cooing out a, “ooooh.”

“s-suguruuu, fuck,” you’d sniffle, feeling the rotation of his palm creating a circulation motion. he was always so good with his hands. while being stuffed full, he had a free hand maneuvering all sorts of shapes over your folds. “feel so full, jus’ fuck me already.”

“say pretty please ‘n i’ll consider it, baby.”

“you heard what i sai—”

“girl, don’t try me.”

you moan, feeling him spank your cunt at your abrupt sudden brattiness. as your head slumps back against geto, he caresses your entrance before grabbing ahold of your hips. “let’s try this again, yeah?”

through clenched teeth and a cute pout, you huff out a, “…pretty please, suguru.”

he chuckles, and you shudder at the brief sensation of his throbbing mushroom tip just sensually dragging against your core. you gnaw on your lip, digging your nails into the thin fabric of his shorts.

he adores your body language, how adorable—your back arches, and you can barely hold still. all due to his touch, his words, and even the warmth of his breath colliding against your skin.

“good girl. ‘s more like it,” he whispers, and you couldn’t hold in your moans the moment he starts to make you bounce on his cock. you’re a mess, head still leaning back against his cheek, geto faintly wraps a hand around your throat. “should hear how silly you sound for me. whiney girl, fuck…”

and that’s when a hand of his roams up your body, feeling near your chest. he gives your perky nipples a soft pinch and you whine, feeling yourself continue to grow hotter and hotter between your legs. “want attention here too, baby?”

pathetically, you nod, still taking inch after inch inside of your gummy walls. “course ya do,” he teases, sneaking a kiss near the inside of your neck again. “but before we do that,” and you feel your hips come to a terse stop. you pout, feeling two hands of geto’s rapidly stop your hips, and he pulls you closer so he could speak.

with a hand gently caressing near your throat, another prying your legs open for him once more…edging you, he says, “we gotta work on those manners. not gonna let a brat cum on me, sorry princess.”

ᨳ CHOSO KAMO.

“baby,” he says in a sweet, drowsy murmur. choso has you laid flat down. while trailing and skimming a few fingers down your spine—he makes your tummy meekly press right into the cushioned mattress.

“i wanna.. i wanna try something,” and as he’s speaking, you grow quiet, enjoying the hot touch of his fingers. “remember when you asked to see how fast i could last with jus’ the tip in you?”

“mhmm.” you oblige, teasingly hum as a response. you could hear the near shakiness coming from his voice. albeit, you couldn’t particularly see his gaze, but you’d bet money he was just staring right at your body…specifically, from the waist down.

choso kisses his teeth, and you hear a bit of shuffling, “okay. ‘cause, you’re all laid out for me ‘n i just wanna…” he precipitously pauses, feeling you playfully wriggle your ass against him and he groans. “don’t…don’t do that, do tease me.”

“then go ahead, ‘m waiting for you, choso.” you’d titter, awaiting for him to finally come inside—it doesn’t take long.

momentarily, just seconds later…his fat leaky tip was swiftly rubbing against your hole. he starts to pant, long strands of hair running down his back from each particular moment.

he was heavily impatient.

his mind roamed, just a single look at your slick entrance and he’s licking his lips. all he saw was his imagination of loads of his own seed pouring out of your folds.

“nice ‘n warm for me,” he huffs out, clouds of his own breath departing from his lips. choso’s ears, the very tips of them burned with an scorching hot. “always take me so well.”

“f-fuckkk, choso,” you’d gasp, feeling your cunt swallow him easily. he was slow, a single hand attached to your waist.

a soft whimper leaves from choso’s mouth, simply from the way your ass was all pressed up against him. with just a single bit of a hover, he leans forward and he delays his weight just briefly on top of you. “told you, could barely handle just the tip.”

“just lie back ‘n let me give this body the—the attention it deserves,” he grunts, and his stuttering was quite cute.

choso lost all of his composure the moment he was just a few slim inches inside your cunt. squeezing him down so tightly, he watches as his own length gradually disappear between your folds.

“soaking me so good, should be a crime to be this w-wet,” and he nearly finds himself drooling, letting off a cute gasp once he hears that loud squelch. you gripped around him so good, it gave him whiplash … his head spun.

his breathing became erratic, and whenever choso grows out to be excited or far too buoyant than he needed to be, he ends up finishing early. and that’s exactly what he did. a flush goes over his face, as well as with a pout.

“s-shit,” he whimpers, barely even lasting as long as he anticipated. but he couldn’t help it. not with how tightly you maintained a heavy grip on him with your sweetened cunt.

his dick, it had length for sure, and poked against every orifice throughout your sweet cunt.

“wet girl,” he purrs, and starts to ramble to himself, observing his own thick ropes slowly spew outside of you. choso grows curious, using a thumb to swipe some excess of his cum off of your entrance, smearing it against your folds with a weary horny grin before plugging it back in. “my baby’s s-so sloppy.. should pull you close to me ‘n make you taste it.”

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nicholasgoodgirl · 2 months ago

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on set - nicholas chavez

summary: you came to bring nicholas food on set and he looks too good you gotta help him get off or maybe you're just doing it for yourself.

warning: oral (m receiving), almost caught ig.

a/n: i need this man bad 😩

i park my car and get the takeout my boyfriend asked me to get for him while he was on set.

i knocked on his trailer a few times then being met with him, Nicholas i can't lie he looked undeniably good.

a part of me feels bad because he's getting put into character for this role and i liked it. every bit of it.

the way his hair is styled, paired with the old money clothing. he was perfect. "you good?" not sure how long he was trying to get my attention but i just nod and walk into the trailer.

"you gonna be free tonight" i ask. Nicholas sits back down in the chair. "uh i don't think so" he checked the message he was given earlier this morning before coming to work

"yeah, no i won't be free why?" he asks giving me the perfect opportunity to perhaps get a quickie in before he has to actually get on screen again.

i walk up behind him, giving his shoulders a little massage then kissing his neck "I'd really liked if we could do something later" i try hinting to him that i wanted to fuck and im sure he caught on rather slowly than expected but he still did nonetheless.

"at work? what a needy girl" he coaxed. he took my hand in his and brung me infront of him.

nicholas manspreads his legs a bit so i can stand in between them "how bout you get that pretty little mouth to work then"

his cocky tone and the light pat on the side of my thigh; a signal for me to get on my knees sent my need for him through the roof.

i sunk to my knees not breaking eye contact. "this is what you wanted right?" he asked me with a smirk.

i give him a nod. but that wasn't enough for him he brings his thumb to my mouth dragging it across my lips "use your words baby" he cooed

"yeah- yes.. i want to do this." i fumble with his belt buckle, his eyes burning into my skull making me feel intimidated by his gaze.

i get the belt undone and pull his pants down, he lifts his hips a bit to help. "doin' so good already but-" he picks his phone up checking the time "-they're gonna need me in atleast 7 minutes" he places the phone back down.

his hard cock is freed from the confinement of his boxers. i put the head of his cock at my lips, kitty licking the tip before putting my mouth around him.

a low grunt is heard from him encouraging me to sink my mouth down further.

he grabs a handful of my hair and carelessly pushing my head down, i gag on his dick and im quick to remove my mouth off him "stoopp" i whine

"alright im sorry" he takes his hands away from my hair and puts them up surrendering.

a knock on the trailer door followed by a girl telling Nicholas he's needed on set. "5 more minutes!" he yells loud enough for the lady to hear from outside.

nicholas turns back to me and raises his eyebrows "see we don't have much time" he shrugs.

i wrap my mouth around him for the second time, already use to the length reaching the back of my throat.

he allows me to do whatever i please with my mouth; watching me take his length. i swallow around him and nearly choke when he accidentally jerks forward and thrusting down the back of my throat.

"shit.." nicholas drawls out throwing his head back at the feeling.

i change my pace, bobbing my head faster and using my hand to pump whatever i couldn't fit in my mouth. he whimpers softly, i looked up at him, his lips caught between his teeth, cheeks flushed and eyebrows knitted together while his eyes were screwed shut. perfect like i said before

"you're such a good girl f'me y'know that?" i hum in reaponse, the vibration around his cock made him moan loudly.

"sir are you ok?" the lady asked from outside; rattling the doorknob. "fine- just fine!" ,,give me one more minute please"

i swirl my tounge around his tip then using my hand to stroke him till he reaches his orgasm "m' close" he whimpers.

i put my mouth on the head of his cock and let him paint the back of my throat.

i wipe the sides of my mouth and rise from my knees while Nicholas pulls his underwear and pants back up. "lets finish up whenever i get home yeah?" he kisses my head and walks out the trailer.

#nicholas alexander chavez #nicholas chavez smut #nicholas chavez #nicholas chavez x reader

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lostreverb · 26 days ago

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BROO THE PULL BACK IN BY THE CHIN??? I'D FUCKING DIE THAT'S SO HOT

jumpscare — a peter maximoff one shot ⟡ ݁₊ . ⊹ ࣪ ˖

blurb: peter was never a fan of scary movies, and with halloween around the corner, y/n decides it’s time he embraces the genre.

rating: sfw • contents: mostly fluff, some heavy kissing

“and you… like that?” he questioned bewildered, both eyebrows raised above his dark brown eyes. “uh, yeah! it’s an adrenaline rush and you don’t even have to do anything,” she encouraged, smiling brightly before shaking out the soft folded throw blanket and draping it across the cushions of the couch. peter shook his head to himself, genuinely not understanding the appeal. if you want an adrenaline rush, go ride a roller coaster or jog a lap around the block - why voluntarily subject yourself to nightmares? it didn’t make sense.

“riiight,” he responds warily, watching as she tossed a couple of pillows into place before dropping herself onto the couch, pulling her legs underneath her. she grabs a corner of the blanket and pulls it over her lap, leaning back into the cushion before realizing peter was still standing awkwardly in his place by the coffee table. he was nervous, and for a couple of reasons; the first being the anticipation of the movie, resulting in the premeditated knot tightening in his stomach, and the second being he was only on his fourth date with y/n, and somehow it panned out to be them sitting in her living room on a thursday night with him preparing himself to inevitably scream like a little girl in front of her.

she stares at his still standing frame, her eyes trailing down from his shaggy, silver hair to his black graphic t-shirt that fit around his toned arms perfectly, furthering his dark jeans and back up again. “you can sit,” she spoke softly in reference to the gap of space between her and the armrest of the sofa. she thought it was implied that he would accompany her in her placement, seeing as the plan was to watch the movie together, but evidently it wasn’t. he felt his palms moisten slightly, the idea of sitting so close only further contributing to the anxiety he was beginning to feel.

“okay- yeah, thanks,” he nods, forcing out a nervous laugh before making taking two long strides over and sitting down as lightly as his weight would allow. he wiped his hands on his jean as discretely as possible to rid them of the sweat, but she notices. letting her eyes scan over his features, she began to feel a little guilty for even convincing him to this point; his eyebrows slightly furrowing as he chewed gently at the inside of his pink lips. “we don’t have to watch it if you don’t want to,” she offers sweetly, watching as he turned to meet his dark eyes with hers, his sterling hair sparkling gently from the glow of the television. he was close enough to smell the spearmint gum on her breath, the air cold and tingly, the scent alone sending a chill down his spine.

“tuh, what? no, i want to,” he scoffs, slightly tilting his head back, his face exaggeratedly animated, “i’m just worried about you, y’know - getting scared or… something.” she smiled amusedly at his blatant theatrics, shaking her head. “i’ve seen it like a hundred times, i’ll be fine,” she laughs, humorously going along with his obvious deflection.

peter glanced at the dimply lit screen, the ‘it’ she referred to being ‘the conjuring 2’. she had offered for him to pick what film they watched, as long as it was horror, hoping that would make him feel better about watching one at all. he had ran his slender fingers along the spines of the dvd covers on the rack, stopping when he noticed two with similar names; ‘the conjuring’ and ‘the conjuring 2’. he had asked y/n which of the pair was scariest, to which she said, in her opinion, the first was much better. with that, the movie in reference was placed right back where he found it and the second was slid into the player.

“cool, cool,” he nodded, his eyes darting around the mostly pitch black room, tapping his long fingers on his thighs. “ooo!” y/n exclaimed suddenly, causing him to nearly jump out of his skin. she gasped with wide eyes, covering her mouth with a hand - partially in shock and partially to keep from laughing, placing the other on his bicep.

“i’m sorry,” a smile inevitably broke across her face and peter dramatically exhaled, a small smile twitching at the ends of his lips, “my bad, i just- i remembered i have some popcorn in the pantry, i didn’t mean to- i’m sorry.” even through his moment of shock, peter found it adorable how excited she could be over things as small as a bag of popcorn; it was admirable.

her giggles provoked a laugh of his own to escape from his throat as he ran a hand over his face. “seriously,” y/n insisted again as her laughs began to die down, “we can watch something else.” she could tell just how on edge he was already, and they hadn’t even pressed ‘play’ yet. peter shook his head once more, waving his hand in a dismissive manner. he knew how much she had looked forward to watching a movie with him - a scary movie, as she had poked fun at him about it all day and he didn’t want to be the one to ruin that.

“no, it’s fine, i’m like, a super big strong man… i lift weights and… stuff - this is nothing,” he humors, pulling an exaggerated faux look of ‘macho’ just to make her laugh, which she does. he smiles. “okay, ‘big strong man’, why don’t i-,” she starts, but he quickly cuts her off. “uh-uh, super big strong man. that part is, like, very important,” he corrects, watching as her eyes darted between his eyes and down to his lips once or twice as she smiled in adoration.

“very important, huh?” she challenges and he agrees quickly with a small smirk, “yes, very important.” she playfully rolls her eyes before continuing, “my apologies, ‘super big strong man who lifts weighs and stuff’ - why don’t we turn on a lamp or something?” she finishes, laughing her way through the words, and he nods slightly, the idea of some form of light in the darkness of the room bringing comfort.

“yeah… yeah, ‘cause you’re, like, totally horrified of the dark, right?” he mumbles jokingly, and she seemlessly follows along. sighing emphatically, she pulls a face of mock seriousness and leans in slightly, placing an elbow on the top of the couch and resting her chin on her hand before whispering, “you weren’t supposed to find out this way.”

peter lets out a genuine, wholehearted laugh, his smile fully displaying the dimple in his cheek - he appreciated her humor and quick-witted nature, it paired perfectly with his. she reciprocates the show of emotion, laughing softly before standing to her feet and shuffling her way into the kitchen. she flicks on the small light above the stove before rummaging through the pantry.

she finds the lone pack of uncooked popcorn nestled between boxes of pasta, swiftly snatching it out of it’s slot. she sheds the plastic and pops it into the microwave, timing it for two minutes. she then tosses her gum into the garbage before leaning against the counter. she began thinking for a moment on how to ease the gloom of the living room, for peter’s sake, as the sound of popping fills the space.

“oh!” she exclaims again enthusiastically, pushing herself off the granite surface and pulling open a drawer, rummaging through the contents. “what?!” peter yells from the living room, her sudden outburst spooking him again. she’s grabs a readily sealed four-pack of tealights, far too focused on the task at hand to process him calling out to her. he appears instantly in the doorway, his breathing slightly heavy and a look of concerned fear etched into his features. “what happened?” he asks, watching intently from the doorway with furrowed eyebrows, glancing behind him once or twice - just to be safe.

she glimpsed over her shoulder, stifling a laugh and sending him a sympathetic smile. “nothing - sorry, i just thought of something,” she turns back to the counter and rips the lights out of the plastic and cardboard, using the tip of her nail to flick each individual switch on. peter stalks up behind her, the front of his sculpted right shoulder lightly pressing against the back of her left one. “you’ve gotta stop doing that - especially when i’m in the dark,” he mumbled warmly, playfully pushing against her with a closed-lipped smile on his face. she laughs softly, “i thought you weren’t scared of the dark?”

she turns to face him, the collection of tealights grasped in her hands, the radiance seeping between her fingers glowing softly on her face. peter takes in the sight, his heart squeezing slightly at how just beautiful and full of life she was, the light only further highlighting the fact. “i’m not,” he charms, a small smirk pulling at his lips, “i’m scared of girls screaming while i’m in the dark - big difference.” she nods dramatically, a stand of her hair falling over her forehead as she does, “mmm, okay, that checks out.”

“what’s that?” he quips, nodding his head in a downwards motion to point at the bright hue emitting from her palms. “these,” she raises her hands slightly to meet between the tip of her nose and the bottom of his lip, “are tealights - bought ‘em when we did the pumpkins, remember?” he hums, smiling softly at the not-so-distant memory, “i do.” y/n appreciated the luminescence of the plastic candles casting a warm sheet over peter’s face, the mistakably black hue of his eyes now an obvious, deep chocolate brown - his glacial toned hair capturing the luster.

“i thought they’d make a better light than a lamp - figured it would be too bright,” she explains, “plus, they’re kinda spooky,” she noted, playfully wiggling her eyebrows. peter gazes down into her sparkling orbs, the illumination from her palms enhancing colors and hues he’s not sure he’s ever seen before. “sooo spooky,” he adds monotonously, as his focus on the contents of the conversation was bleak, almost in a trance at the sight before him. his eyes followed the curve of her jawline down to the pout of her softly rounded lips, sliding up the slope of her nose and locking back onto her eyes.

he watched as her eyes were already reciprocating the action, flickering from his own, down to his lips, and back again. he doesn’t want to rush anything - to force it, but the urge to plant his mouth on hers is stronger than anything he’s felt in a while. maybe, he’s misreading the unspoken words between the two, but with y/n’s face slowly finding it’s way closer to his, he’s confident that maybe he wasn’t.

a loud series of beeps sound from the microwave, reality forcing it’s way back in and breaking the rope of tension wrapped tightly around their chests. y/n blinked a couple times while leaning away and stepping back from peter, a small close-lipped smile on her face as she internally mourned the loss of proximity. she spins on her heels, moving the lights into a single hand, and using the other to retrieve the movie snack from the appliance.

“could you grab the big bowl from the cabinet down there?” she requests quietly, motioning her head in it’s direction. peter silently obliges, his head still slightly reeling from the close encounter - should he have taken the initiative and kissed her? did she even want to kiss him? if he did, would it have been a good one? would he have met her standards? maybe, she’d hate it and never want to kiss him, or see him, again - he doesn’t like the idea of that.

“i got it,” peter offers, grabbing the bag from between her fingers with a small, amused smile after watching her attempt to open it with her already full hands. she smiles sheepishly and observes as he rips open the paper bag, pouring the steaming yellow and white buttered popcorn into the bowl and tossing the empty pouch in the trash can.

“let’s go,” she chirps happily, making her way to the doorway before stopping abruptly at the light switch, turning to see peter waiting expectantly behind her. “what?” he asked, eyes slightly widened in question, quirking his head to the side. “i gotta shut the light off, so…” she trails away, a glint of amusement in her eyes. peter’s lips form an ‘o’ as he nods, his naturally sarcastic demeanor surfacing when he says, “riiight, i’ll go first ‘nd y’know, scope out the scenery - make sure it’s safe.”

y/n watches humorously as he made his way into the living room, flicking off the switch before following behind him. “okay, okay, look,” she rushes excitedly, placing the tealights in a row on the coffee table and stepping back to take in the view. peter smiles at her authentic enthusiasm; he finds it incredibly sweet and pure. “whatcha think?” she ask eagerly, turning to see him already sitting back in his place on the couch with the bowl beside him, slightly slouched with his knees spread wide.

his eyes trail down her illuminating figure, drinking in the shadows of her curves and softness of her edges. “perfect,” he answers, more-so to himself, before snapping his dark eyes back to her face. “it’s perfect,” he corrects himself, hoping she didn’t catch his subliminal admission upon absentmindedly analyzing her body. she doesn’t… maybe.

“awesome,” she cheered, making her way over to the couch and plopping down in her previous spot, tucking her legs underneath herself again and pulling the plush blanket up to her waist. she grabs the bowl from between them and elevates it a foot or so, draping the additional half of the blanket over peter’s lap, before setting the bowl back down, casually tossing a few of the popped kernels in to her mouth. he glances down at himself, then over to her, watching as she clutched the tv’s remote and navigated her way through the opening menu.

the gesture of blanketing him was small, possibly irrelevant, but it made his heart pound a little harder in his chest. he found it oddly intimate and personal, savoring the small act of affection. she knew if she had asked if he’d like to share it, he would undoubtedly say no; not because he didn’t want to, but because he would feel as though he’s intruding into her space, which she knew.

“need anything before we start?” she quips, peering over at him to find he was already staring at her, his metallic tresses falling pristinely over his forehead and behind his ears. “don’t think so,” he responded, his demeanor surprisingly calm as the moment he’s been anticipating all week was here. she nods, leaning back and making herself comfortable before pressing ‘play’.

within the first three minutes, peter was already flinching and releasing strings of curse words, the sound of a loud gunshot sounding during a fairly quiet scene causing it. “wha- what the hell?! it hasn’t even been a minute!” he gripes exasperatedly and y/n does anything but hold in her laughter. “peter,” she starts, staring at him as his bewildered eyes were locked on the television, “if that was enough to scare you… you’re not making it through the movie.” she giggles as he slightly turns his head towards here before tearing his eyes away from the screen and meeting hers, “i-i wasn’t scared, it… it was just loud. it was a natural reaction,” he reasons, almost whining at the end, a small smile tugging at his lips.

for the next two hours, y/n enjoyed spending her time munching on their snack and peering out of the corner of her eyes to watch peter’s reactions when she knew a jump-scare was coming. watching as his eyebrows grew closer together and his lips would slightly part, eyes wide when he could just sense something was about to happen, was undoubtably the most enjoyable part.

“why… why would you do that, don’t- don’t go in there, wha-,” he questioned aloud to the film before turning to her briefly, “do they just want to die?” he turns back to the screen, before mumbling, “could never be me…” the genuinely confused expression on his face and seriousness in his voice was absolutely comical yet, relatable. y/n learned early on as a young child, when she first started indulging in horror, as peter soon would too, that it’s part of the nature; people in horror movies don’t make smart choices.

at one point, within the midst of an intense scene as tension built up eerily in the atmosphere, y/n observed silently as peter looked the most terrified he’d been since the moment the movie started. his hand was over his mouth, the tips of his fingers resting just underneath his eye as he held his breath. he watched as crosses mounted on walls twisted upside down gradually, feeling the now familiar burn in his stomach as the as the camera panned. he knew what was coming - he knew someone, or something, was likely going to jump out of the darkness lurking in the corner, so he braced himself.

yet, somehow, even with the mental preparation, he yelps - yelps, when a sullen man emerges suddenly from the void, lunging for the little girl in red. y/n admittedly jumps as well at the unexpected sound, quickly placing a hand comfortingly on his bare bicep and rubbing it along his goosebumps. “peter,” she laughs out teasingly, sympathy laced in her tone as she did so. he turns to her with his pink lips opened wide, moving them like a fish out of water as he tried to conjure up the words to excuse away his outburst, coming up with nothing. frankly, he was embarrassed, a pink hue creeping up his cheeks and warming his face. with the combination of her soft hands resting on his arm and sheer humiliation, he was stunned. the skin beneath her fingers was burning in the best way possible, and he felt his chest tighten at the contact.

even in the dim light of the screen still playing and the warm light emitting from the direction of the table, she noticed the rosy color adorning his pale skin. “it’s okay,” she pressed, still laughing slightly as she did, sliding her fingers down the length of his long arm and resting them on the back of his hand that was flat on top of his thigh, “even ‘super big strong men’ get scared sometimes,” she jokes quietly, looking up at him kindly. he smiles, grateful for her willingness to ease the moment with her humor. “i wouldn’t say i was scared,” he adds, smirking lightly when she rolled her head to the side dramatically, a look of faux disbelief on her face. “no?” she challenges, almost flirtatiously, and sits up slightly, her hand never leaving the top of his.

“tuh, no, i just- i was a little…surprised, that’s all,” he nods, continuing to fein nonchalance, a smile creeping it’s way onto his face. “mmm, yeah- no, understandable,” she nods along, her lips mirroring his as she lightly rubbed her thumb over the bone of his wrist. she kept it there casually, averting her attention back to the movie while absentmindedly feathering her digits over his skin. the motion sends small jolts of electricity up his arm, each pulsing directly into his chest.

his attention was no longer on the movie, but on the girl who was now laid back on the couch beside him, scanning over her dimly lit features. he then stared down at his hand, watching as her slender fingers continued to slowly swirl over his knuckles. he felt his own almost twitch, the desire to turn his hand over and engulf her’s becoming overwhelmingly strong. he wanted to, truly, but the fear of being rejected was far too strong. the last thing he’d ever want to do was scare her away from him and ruin such a good thing.

meanwhile, unbeknownst to him, she felt exactly the same. she wanted nothing more than to feel the warmth of his palm encasing hers - to drag herself closer to him and lean against his warm, defined shoulder, feeling the vibrations as they flowed through his body when he spoke or laughed. she didn’t want to move too fast or make him uncomfortable, but she was more than ready to simply just be closer; nothing too crazy or explicit, although she’s almost convinced she wouldn’t protest. they hadn’t been dating long, only knowing of each for a mere three weeks before he’d asked her out, to which she promptly agreed. their cohesion was instant, and they both felt themselves bonding and developing a connection at a scarily rapid pace. that’s what made them both so wary - each thinking the other would find it incredibly strange if they knew just how deep into things they already were.

peter was always confident, his casual and straight-forward persona making it easy to clarify what he wanted and how he felt, in every and all contexts. but this was different - he felt like he had to be calculated and cautious with every word and movement for both of their sake’s, not wanting to unintentionally turn things sour with his growing desire for the girl as a whole, and now, it was showing.

‘just do it,’ he thought to himself, feeling his nerves rise over something so simple, ‘she’s already touching you.’ he knows his logic is seemingly sound - if the idea of his contact was as repulsive as he feared, she wouldn’t be where she is, doing what she was. he thinks back to nearly an hour ago to the two of them in the kitchen, remembering the way she looked at him with soft eyes while gradually closing the distance between them; she seemed willing - wanting. his eyes flicker between her face and hand nervously, unsure if he would regret his decision and, before he could convince himself to do otherwise, he flips his hand over underneath hers and gently laces his fingers in between her smaller ones. he watches her face carefully as he does so, her head turning away from the screen and towards him.

she glanced at their intertwined fingers, a warmth tingling up her arm and dispersing throughout her entire body at the sight. his palm was slightly rough yet, somehow, perfectly soft, and despite the difference in sizes, they fit together seamlessly. a subtle, closed lip smile spread across her face and she squeezed him lightly - this being enough to begin settling the ache in his stomach - confirming that his choice was the right one.

they continued to watch their movie in a comfortable silence - or as silent as it could be with peter letting out small gasps here and there. y/n would just laugh to herself, tracing different shapes and swirls on his skin with her thumb to comfort him. he found that the movie didn’t feel as scary anymore, the feeling of her skin on his leaving him almost disassociated from what he was seeing, his head feeling as though it was floating above his body. inevitably, the movie comes to an end, the credits rolling endlessly down the television before returning to the dvd’s main menu. he felt a subtle sadness tugging at him at the idea of releasing her from his grasp, wanting nothing more than to hold her as long as he could. hell, he’d watch her entire shelf worth of horror movies that same night if it meant they could stay that exact way for just a little longer.

she sighs contently before using her free hand to grab the remote from beside her and powering the screen off. the room grows noticeably darker, the bleak radiance of the tealights no longer as useful as before. she shifts in her place, fully facing peter as her eyes slightly strain to make-out his features. “do you have to go?” she speaks softly, acknowledging it was late. he glances at his watch, mentally notating that it was nearing midnight before resting his head back on the cushion behind him, rolling his head to the side, meeting eyes with y/n. typically, he’d say ‘yes’, never wanting to overstay his welcome, and y/n knew that around this time was when they would part ways. but this time, he tells the truth. he slowly shakes his head for a second, taking a shallow breath, before simply answering, “no.”

there was something - an indescribable something about that moment that y/n couldn’t put her finger on, but it was there. maybe it was the yearning glint in his eyes as he stared down at her through the darkness, or maybe it was the way the inflection of his ‘no’ almost said ‘not if you don’t want me to’ but a painfully overwhelming urge to kiss his bubblegum lips until they were sore came over her. she found herself releasing his hand and sitting up straight, inching her body closer to his, a rush of confidence and certainty coursing through her veins. the loss of contact prompted him to quickly glance down at his now cold, empty hand but before he had the time to process it, her fingers softly encased his chin, directing it towards towards herself, before leaning in and pressing her mouth against his.

he’s taken aback slightly, his eyes widening in surprise, but it takes him no time at all to recalibrate and press his lips back onto hers firmly. her lips were warm and soft, like pillows incasing his own, and he savored the taste of popcorn still lingering on her mouth. his hand instinctively slides onto her waist, his fingers tips slightly slipping under her top - conscious not to be too rough or invasive. their heart rates were simultaneously increasing, the fresh scent of her conditioner flooding his nose causing his head to spin as some of her locks fell messily beside her temples.

she snakes her fingers up his jawline and into his silver hair, resting them at his darker roots before deepening the kiss. her mouth opens slightly, allowing peter’s tongue to swiftly slip inside, evidently eager and desperate, as his nose brushed against hers. as the intensity increases, their breathing grows heavier, pulling away from each other every so often to pant for air, before avidly meeting again in the middle. minutes feel like mere seconds, and peter swears he could do this for hours.

their breathing was labored, the amount of breaks to gasp for air decreasing, and their entire bodies felt like they were on fire. y/n finally breaks away from his wet lips, his mouth left agape as his hand slipped from her waist. his eyes flickered between hers and down to her huffing mouth before lightly grabbing her chin and pulling her back in, wanting just a little more before it ended. he feels her smiling into the kiss, and he smiles too, making it hard to keep their mouths flush together. he pulls away, his hand still holding her in place, before placing a final kiss to the corner of her mouth and softly brushing his thumb over her lips. she watches as his small smile grows into a bright one, adoring just how cute he was with his dimple nestled in his cheek.

“so… how was the movie?” she asked quietly, laughing breathily at the blatant contrast of their nature between then and now, watching him intently. he laughs along, his metallic hair messy from her previous rummaging with some haphazardly draped over his face. he glanced at the television before his eyes met hers again, with slightly swollen lips, asking, “can we watch another?”

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QUICKIES ! — HAIKYUU

⊹₊˚. he thinks the rush and risk of a quickie with you is the best feeling ever.

⟡ feat. timeskip! miya atsumu, bokuto kōtarō, iwaizumi hajime, kuroo tetsurō.

⟡ warnings: 18+ content (mdni), f! reader, creampies, oral sex [m&f], cum swallowing, wall sex, public sex & exhibitionism, degradation, fingering, squirting, sex against a window, not proofread !!

⟡ xoxo, juno: my heart goes out to the neglected haikyuu fans on my blog. this is for you <3

— MIYA ATSUMU.

“tsumu,” you pant, head falling back into the lockers behind you with a small thud that’s unheard over the sound of skin against skin.

you’re balancing on one jelly-like leg, back pressed into the lockers, the other leg hanging on his arm, toes curling. “oh, right there, tsumu, please,” a breathy whimper leaves your parted lips, and he angles his hips slightly, snapping his cock into you harder. each thrust punches the air out of your lungs, and atsumu knows he won’t be able to last much longer if you keep clenching like this, your pretty face scrunched with pleasure from him.

“fuck, babe— ughhh, yer so pretty like this..” he buries his face in your neck, the pace of his hips becoming unsteady and erratic as he gets closer and closer to coming undone inside you. in the not so far distance, you hear talking and laughing, but ignore it.

your pussy throbs, gummy walls sucking him deep, and he groans out your name, pressing you harder into the lockers. “mmmh, ‘m gonna cum, where d’ya—”

“inside, want it in me,” you cut him off with a whiny plea, “want it dripping out while i watch the game.”

your hand races to press into the small of his back, in an attempt to make sure he doesn’t pull away or out. with a grumble of your name that makes his chest shake, he cums inside of you, just as a door opens nearby.

“tsumu,” you whisper in a panic when he doesn’t make any move to pull out after a few seconds, effectively plugging you full of his cum, “we have to get dressed for your game, y-your friends—”

“nah,” atsumu huffs, staring at your flexing pussy; his cum drips from you, slipping down your thighs mesmerizingly. he practically has hearts in his eyes looking up and down your body.

“i think we’re a little early, kiyoomi,” hinata’s bright voice is suddenly a few rows of lockers away.

“prep before a game is most important,” sakusa replies sternly, “practice and a shower before always guarantees a win, shōyo.”

atsumu’s already in his shorts, helping you pull on an msby jersey, stamped with his number on the back. his cum drips from your cunt as you quickly move past his teammates with a wave, mumbling a dumb excuse as you race out the door.

“atsumu,” sakusa pulls on his mask almost immediately, his guard up. “surely you noticed your girlfriend wearing the jersey backwards.”

— BOKUTO KŌTARŌ.

“you’re gonna win, kou, i promise,” you interrupt your boyfriend’s enthusiastic and nervous rambling, lips trailing over his inner thighs.

“i-i know, but this game is important!” he emphasizes, swallowing thickly as your fingers hook into the waistband of his shorts and boxers. the clothing slides down his thighs, settling at his knees, and you inch closer to his cock — rock hard, hot to the touch, tip sticky with precum.

bokuto chokes out a hushed groan, tangling his fingers in your hair and cupping the back of your head the second you take him into your mouth. he helps you take his entire length into your mouth, spurring you on with his whines and mumbled curses.

“b-baby, fuck, you’re so perfect, ughhh—”

you choke when you finally make it all the way down to his base, your nose practically touching the coarse hair covering his pelvis. eager hands begin to guide you up and down, his tip hitting the back of your throat as you move. bokuto gasps out a string of hazy apologies when he heard you gag particularly hard, but he doesn’t stop— instead, he cups the back of your head firmly and fucks up into your mouth, the movement of his hips sloppy.

“y-you wan’ me to win, right?” his head drops back, the creaky sounds of the locker room bench growing louder beneath him. with your one of your hands positioned on the wood for support, you feel the bench shaking hard.

you nod, your eyes moving from his abs up to his scrunched face; he’s biting down on his bottom lip, worrying it between his teeth, his golden eyes half lidded and teary.

it’s almost filthy, the way bokuto rises off the bench, pushing you away from him before cupping the back of your head— he draws his hips back, leaving his tip in your mouth, then slams all the way inside.

tears spring to your eyes at the force, and you only move closer to him to allow him to use your mouth, or his ‘good luck charm’ before games.

“hahhh, that’s right, take it just like that,” bokuto grunts, “god, you’re gonna make me cum.”

heat rushes through your body and pools in your pelvis, wetting your panties at his words; his well muscled chest, gleaming with sweat, rises and falls rapidly as he pants. as his orgasm approaches, his thighs and abs tense as he buries himself deep in your throat, pulling you close to his pelvis.

his cock thickens on your tongue, throbbing as he finally fills up your throat with his cum; still sensitive, he whimpers as you swallow around him. slowly, bokuto pulls out of your mouth, his cock still hard.

he quickly pulls up his shorts, tugs you to your feet, and gives you a tight hug. “i’m gonna win today, and it’s all cause of you!” he mumbles excitedly into your neck.

“sounds good, kou,” you laugh, rubbing his back. “after the game, meet me back in the locker room, ‘kay?”

— IWAIZUMI HAJIME.

“mmmh, princess— loosen up a little for me, can barely move,” hajime hisses into your ear, spreading your thighs a little wider with his free hand. he curls his fingers inside you, prodding at your sweet spot and stretching out your tight pussy with their girth.

your nails press crescents into his strong shoulders through his shirt as you hold him for support in humping yourself onto his fingers. “t-thank you, haji, i needed this, ah!” your voice cracks when he starts to scissor his fingers in and out of you at an unforgiving pace.

“‘course, baby..” he leans in for a chaste kiss, his olive eyes closing as his lips touch yours.

despite being a hardass with his team, shouting and sometimes even swearing at them, hajime would always be gentle and loving with you all the time. often, you are his outlet when it comes to letting off steam — either through soft or rougher sex.

although he’s disciplined and strong willed, he always melts when you cling to him, eyes shining as you take his hand in yours, guiding him inside your shorts to feel your damp panties. “need you, haji,” was all you’d said earlier, and then he had you on his lap with his big fingers buried in your cunt, the two of you tucked away beneath the bleachers of the gym, right before practice starts. hajime always has time for you.

“o-oh, hajime!” you cry, pushing your face into his chest, feeling the muscle beneath his fitted shirt, “i’m c-cumming, ‘m—”

your hips jerk backwards, his fingers slipping out of you, and your face burns as you squirt all over his lap, his hands, and yourself. a sharp gasp leaves you when you realize you’ve soaked him and his clothes, right before practice.

“h-hajime, i’m so sorry, i—”

he cuts you off by grabbing your chin firmly, tugging you to look at him. “don’t be, babygirl,” he lets you go and slowly starts to slide you off his lap, gesturing for you to stand up.

“i just wanted to make you cum, it’s okay, i still have some time to change,” he murmurs, getting on his knees and wasting the changing time; his tongue slides over your wet inner thighs, and he starts to lick up your cum.

your hands tangle in his dark hair, and you pull him closer to your dripping pussy, eyes rolling back when he presses a wet kiss to your clit.

— KUROO TETSURŌ.

“wow, couldn’t even wait till my lunch break, huh? w-what—shit, so tight—a slut.”

kuroo’s words are shaky, grunted out from above you as he fucks you, bent over with your palms pressed against the window. the glass is smeared with the combination of perspiration and your scented lotion that makes him go insane, the one that has him grabbing you all over.

“harder, tetsu..” you whisper, toes curling in your socks; your short skirt is flipped up, panties wet and pulled to the side. he’s supposed to be leaving his office for a meeting in the next 5 minutes, but when you showed up all pretty and flashed him just a little, he couldn’t resist.

the door wasn’t even closed, and here he was pushing his cock inside you and sliding his large hands under your shirt to grab at your tits.

“you like me fuckin’ you with the door open, right in front of the window, hm? fucking you just like a whore, baby.”

your puffy cunt clenches hard around his cock, and your head falls forward with a needy mewl, drinking in the sight of kuroo’s balls smacking into your clit, his cock pounding in and out of you.

“oh?” he slaps your ass, drawing a whimper from your lips that has him gritting his teeth and tossing his head back, “you like being called a whore, don’t you? you like me using your—ughhh, fuck!—s-slutty pussy like this, yeah?”

“yes, tetsu, god yes,” you keen, hands sliding down the glass as your eyes roll back and your back arches for him, “don’t stop don’t stop, please—”

you hope kuroo will be able to cum before his assistant comes by to remind him of the meeting that’s only a few minutes away — you hear her pushing away from her desk to come to his office, and you can’t find it in yourself to care or be any quieter.

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