#but it would be painfully obvious im afab

[corvusphilia]

★ SKIN PRESSED AGAINST ME TIGHT

୨ৎ featuring: keishin ukai x afab! reader smut

୨ৎ notes: im afraid i need him bad

not proofread!!

He wanted your first time to be special. He's had so many meaningless flings before because he was horny and stupid when younger, he doesn't want the same to happen to you as well. You're special to him, so he wanted to do things right for once. So much so he looked like kind of a dweeb during your first date, only allowing himself to kiss you when you leaned in first. It's not like he didn't want to kiss you — because god only knows how long he had been fantasizing about those soft lips of yours — but he was actually terrified of messing up the one good thing he had going on.

So when, during your third date at his place as you two were making out on the couch, he felt your hands traveling from his shoulders to his chest until they reached the hem of his pants, he almost thought about pulling away. It was obvious what you wanted. And fuck if he didn't want it as well. But he was still reluctant — what if everything goes wrong after this?

He didn't dare stop you, though. Not when you took off his shirt, not when you straddled his lap, and definitely not when you started taking your own clothes off as well. For once, the lust clouding his judgment didn't seem like such a bad thing anymore. And the way you would squirm and gasp softly when he ran his large hands over your exposed skin — god fucking dammit, he couldn't hold back anymore. Especially when you seemed just as eager.

He pushed you back against the cushions, running two fingers over your clothed core, and couldn't help the soft groan that escaped his throat when he felt how wet you were. He leaned down, nuzzling his face in the crook of your neck as his hand now reached inside your underwear, the tips of his fingers barely grazing your clit. "Eager little thing, ain't ya?" He murmured against your skin, as if he wasn't hard as a fucking rock right now.

His fingers started rubbing slow circles against your clit. Painfully slow. It's like he was aiming at teasing rather than pleasuring, and that theory only got confirmed when he chuckled as you whined for him to speed up. He just kissed your neck in response to your pleas, pushing your underwear to the side rather than actually taking it off before removing his hand. He grabbed the base of his cock, stroking it a few times before sliding it up and down your slit, his head collecting your juices and never actually pushing inside as he continued to pepper kisses from your jawline to your collarbone.

He nipped at your neck when you squirmed in frustration. "Shh... Let me enjoy this for a bit, yeah?" He whispered, running his free hand up from your waist to your breast before giving it a light squeeze. He pulled away a few seconds after, one hand holding the armrest for stability while the other lined up his cock with your entrance. He looked into your eyes as he slowly pushed in, his head parting your folds and bullying its way into your tight heat.

"Fuck..." He groaned, his head falling forward as he felt your walls squeeze his shaft. "God, you feel so fuckin' good," He moaned out and, after waiting to make sure you got used to his size, he started to move, pulling out almost entirely before pushing back in. He kept the pace slow, sensual even, one of his hands resting on your waist as his thumb rubbed gentle circles on your hip. He alternated between keeping his eyes closed to fully enjoy the feeling of you wrapped tight around him and keeping them open to watch your face contort in pleasure. Fuck, you looked so beautiful like that.

He leaned down, pressing his lips against yours, his thrusts never faultering. "Tell me if you want me to change something. Wanna make this good for you, too." He whispered, but when he buried himself just a bit deeper and felt the way your thighs started to shiver, he knew you were enjoying it. He wrapped an arm behind your lower back and the other snaking up to tangle in your hair, pulling your body flush against his. "You look so fuckin' sexy, doll... 'M so lucky." He mumbled, speeding up just a tiny bit.

His groans turned into shameless moans, strong arms still holding you tight against him like he wanted to feel every inch of your skin against his. "You're gonna be mine, right? Wanna be the only one to touch you like this." He sighed against your neck, and you could feel it in the way he was holding you, kissing you, fucking you, that he meant every word of it.

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[quantum1mmortality]

If Kung lao yelled at me to make him a sandwich I’d make it for him in a heartbeat- I’d make him a full course meal- but ahem-

I got the idea of Kung lao and his lover going at it then raiden accidentally walks in but instead of like immediately leaving he gets aroused by the sight and ends up joining in with the permission of Kung Lao and his lover-

I'd be in the kitchen so fast. Absolutely no questions other than what he wants on it. He could spit in my face and I'd thank him

STOOPOOOOOLL OMFG IM NOT GINNA MAKE THIS A FULL LENGTH FIC JUST HCS BUT OH MY GOD THIS IS SO GOOD

tw/cw: AFAB reader, threesome, very dirty and horny id fuck them both, Raiden so HAWNY, Kung Lao gets off to seeing reader get off how caring, I crack jokes in these types of fics sue me

Not proofread fuck you

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You and Kung Lao have been dating for quite a while now, two years to be exact. More than enough time for you to be introduced to his friends and more than enough time for you both to start experiencing more sexual things in relationships

Kung Lao is a very insatiable man. He's always in the mood but would never force you to do anything, it's always up to you. With this, you've been exploring many things with him

Kung Lao is always down to try something at least once. All you have to do is ask him and he'll be right there with you

He was actually the one to bring up a threesome, surprisingly enough. And you both decide theres only one person that would ever make sense to choose: Raiden.

It was extremely obvious since you first met him a year and a half ago that he had a thing for you. You didn't mind, neither did Kung Lao, even as his best friend. In fact, Kung Lao would often tease him about it, mainly because he knows Raiden wouldn't do anything

Raiden would often get rosy cheeks when you were around. And if you even spoke a word to him, he'd be stuttering and sweating profusely

Lao had confessed to you that ever since he realized his best friend had a thing for you, he'd been fantasizing about a threesome. Gotta share a slice with the homies

You two spoke about it for a few nights before settling on Lao asking him, that way it isn't too awkward to talk about

So here you were, in a mating press with your boyfriend as he pounds into you, quickly but gently. Leaning down to suck on your neck as he whispers praises into your ear.

It was the night before you had scheduled to ask Raiden about anything, fucking each other for the upteenth time that day to help Kung Lao vent a bit of stress from the training earlier

You'd talked about Raiden before starting this particular session, until Kung Lao decided he wanted to skip proper formalities.

While you were both lost in the sauce, you hadn't even heard a light knock on the door. And then another. And another.

It had been drowned out by the sound of skin on skin and moans filling the air. That was until Kung Lao halted his movements suddenly. Opening your eyes that were previously screwed shut in pleasure, you look up to see your boyfriend looking at the now open door that has his best friend standing in the doorway.

The three of you are silent as Raiden took in the scene before him, a painfully obvious tent growing in his pants. You and your boyfriend look at each other briefly, exchanging small nods and looking back at Raiden

Raiden realizes how long he's been staring at the two of you and covers his face in embarrassment. He began to stammer out an apology while trying his best not to look at the two of you. "I-I'm so sorry, I just wanted to talk to Kung Lao about something- I'll go no-"

"Raiden." Kung Lao interrupted him harshly. He turned back around, looking his friends in the eyes as he began to turn red again. "Do... You wanna join us?" Lao gives him a soft smile for reassurance as he helps you lean against the headboard.

Raiden thinks for a minute before taking a small step forward and taking his hat off. You and Kung Lao both smile as he began to undress himself more, leaving him in just his boxers as he slowly crawled into the bed, awaiting any sort of protest.

When none arose, and instead Kung Lao began to guide his hands to the inside of your thighs, he began to sweat. "You can apply some pressure if you want, she can handle it." Kung Lao said with a smile as he led Raidens hands to your heat.

"Go ahead. You can touch her if you'd like, she's already prepared so you can fuck her now if you really wanted to." Kung Lao glanced over at you as you nodded your head in content. Raiden sat for a moment as he went over his options a bit more.

He finally decided on taking the chance while he has it and began to take his boxers off. As he was doing this, Kung Lao decided to go to the side of the bed, opting to simply observe. As Raiden grabs your thighs and aligns himself with your hole, he silently asks for permission before pushing himself in once granted.

Raiden leaves out a whine as he begins to thrust into you. You begin to cling into him, digging your nails into his back as he increased his pace

He was gripping at your hips and breathing heavily into your ear as he thrusted into you so hard you could feel the headboard slam against the wall.

Soft pleas and moans escaped his lips as he grew closer and closer to his orgasm. "Please-please- I need you-" he repeated as he started to whimper louder and louder into your ears

Kung Lao could tell he was getting close by how loud he was. "Outside." He said sternly, luckily Raiden got the memo and pulled out, cumming on your stomach and collapsing onto you.

As you both caught your breath, you could hear your boyfriend in the bathroom getting a washcloth. When he came back, he handed it to Raiden who then began cleaning you and himself.

When he was done, he stood up and got dressed. The silence in the room was maddening as he walked to the door. Before he could open it, Kung Lao called his name, making him face the two of you.

"Come over again sometime. I'll show you how to make her feel some pleasure too." He said with a cocky grin on his face. Raidens head was practically a tomato as he sped out the door, leaving the two of you simply laughing to yourselves

Kung Lao crawled back into bed and planted himself on you again, kissing you up and down. "Now then, where were we?"

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A/n: to everyone who has been using my ask bar as a way to send me kung lao edits and pictures, I love you

[luvssemma]

Accident

Pairing- Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x afab!reader

Summary- Ghost has never been friendly towards you and when you make a mistake on a mission you understand why

Warnings- Angst, Mean Ghost, Smut, Fluff, pet names (baby,angel,princess) use of y/n because i couldn’t think of a call sign

W/C- 1k

Authors Notes- Hii this is my first time writing a Imagine so if its bad im so sorry! Also my first time writing smut so im sorry if its short but i can do a part 2!

You had been with the task force for a little over 6 months now and You’re lieutenant, Ghost, was still cold towards you like you were a stranger. You assumed he would warm up towards you, but it seemed like he hated you.

At first you were quiet around him. You were intimidated by his reputation, height, and sometimes his mask. You quickly started warming up to him and began getting curious about the masked man. You would try to talk to him and sometimes even joke around with him, but you quickly realized that he was not friendly towards you like he was with the rest of the team. He wouldn’t talk to unless necessary or he was yelling at you. He wouldn’t even give you a second glance.

The team tried to tell you that he was cold with everyone at first and that he would warm up to you eventually but as the months passed you became hopeless that he would ever like you and it made your heart ache with hurt and pain.

Simon would let the rest of them team call him Ghost but made an effort to remind you that you had to call him Lieutenant. He always would kids with the rest of the team and when you tried to join in he would roll his eyes. He always seemed to notice every little mistake you made berated and embarrass you in front of others. It made you wonder why he hated you.

The team had just finished a mission and you had made a mistake. You had accidentally fired your gun to early signaling the enemy towards you. Once you realized you made a crucial mistake your stomach dropped. After the team had fixed your mistake they were all irritated at you but Ghost looked at you with angry eyes. You immediately looked away from his gaze and heat went to your cheeks. “When we get back my office immediately” Ghost said with a stern voice. you simply nodded and kept looking down to embarrassed to look at him.

The ride to base was painfully quiet all you could was stare at the floor dreading going to your lieutenant’s office. You did as Ghost told you and followed him to his office. He slammed his office door making you flinch. “WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU WERE DOING BACK THERE SARGENT” Ghost yelled at you like you were nothing.

All you could do was look down and try to hold back tears “Lieutenant i-it was a accident” you said barely above a whispered.

Ghost just rolled his eyes and scoffed “That was a really big fucking accident soldier can’t even follow simple commands ” he seethed.

At this point you were so tired of trying to make him happy but never succeeding you broke down crying. His eyes softened as he watched as the tears ran down ur face. His heart aching at the thought that he caused you pain. “L-lieutenant why do you hate me” you said your voice cracking a little.

Ghost sighed and looked down at you “I don’t hate you y/n” he said like it was obvious. you sniffled and rolled your eyes “yes you do Ghost! I try and talk to you and you ignore me. Im the only one on the team that has to call you lieutenant all the time and the only time u speak to me is when you’re yelling at me” your voice filled with pain and sadness.

Ghost rolled his eyes “Im doing it for your own good y/n trust me” you were baffled by his answer “And whats that supposed to mean lieutenant” you asked irritated.

Ghost came closer and back you up against a wall and said lowly “If i let myself get close to you i won’t be able to control myself” Your eyes widen with surprise.

Ghost continues “Y/n i push you away so you’ll stay away from me im not good for for you but you just can’t take a hint” he said softly and caressed your cheek.

“Ghost please don’t push me away anymore” you said desperately and looked into he eyes.

All the sudden his lips crashed it yours. You immediately kissed back and wrapped your arms around his neck. Ghost gripped your hips like his life depended on it.

He left soft kissed across your jawline and whispered “Mm so beautiful baby” and started leaving a trail of hickeys on your neck that would be difficult to cover up.

“Ghost please!” you whimpered softly needing him. He smirked and whispered in your ear “Tell me what you want baby” his knee slightly rubbing against your aching core.

“Please Ghost i need you!” you moaned softly at the little friction he was giving you

Satisfied with your answer he slid your pants off and dragged your panties down to your thighs.

He slid his finger over your folds and he groaned feeling his cock throb at the feeling “Fuck Baby already so wet for me”

You blushed at his vulgar words and tried to look away but he grab ur chin making you look at him.

“Watch me fuck your tight little cunt baby” He slip two finger into your aching cunt and begin slowly moving his finger.

Quiet moans and whimpers flying from your mouth “Angel your falling apart and i’ve only got two fingers in how are you gonna handle my cock hm?” he teased and began moving his fingers faster and deeper.

“G-Ghost im gonna cum don’t stop please!” you begged him eagerly needing him to let you cum

Ghost smirked as you squeezed around his fingers “Come on baby come for me” he whispered in your ear

You moan loudly and chanted his name as you came around fingers. You felt like you were seeing stars.

Ghost watches you ride out your climax whispering praise in your ear. He slowly removed his fingers making you whimper at the loss of contact

“You did so good for me princess such a good girl” ghost mumbled and kisses your forehead

You look into his eyes and whispered “Ghost promise that you won’t push me away anymore” you said with a hint of hope in your voice.

He kissed your lips softly and held you in his arms. “I promise ill never hurt you again”

[doomspiral]

ive seen you talk about gilbert having brain damage and im soooo curious about that and how it crops up. like what does it look like to the others? and can people not around him often even notice it? i think its got to make ludwig hella nervous to see him actually sustain a permanent brain injury. its a painfully mortal type of thing thats not suppose to happen to them.

Love this ask, first of all.

Secondly, sorry about going in reverse order on this, but since Reps DO sustain permanent or at least long lasting injuries (like the scars on Tolys' back, the scar on Ivan's throat, and to a lesser degree the amount of characters who need glasses) it can be assumed other parts of them can get injured and never fully heal. Reps get sick and die, stay sick for years, stay children longer than other reps, which is why I think they react to these things on an individual level rather than any one rule sticking across the board. I'm sure it does make Ludwig nervous though, but with him,, I also think he views it as his turn to take care of Gilbert, to a not very kind degree at times. If Gilbert is acting fucking deranged, someone like Ludwig might not even think he's capable of making his own decisions.

I think its pretty obvious in some ways to complete strangers but I don't know that they would automatically assume it's TBI-related. You see a guy acting like a lunatic you might just assume hes a lunatic (and since I do HC Gilbert as some kind of psychotic, its not as if this is an incorrect assumption). The main way it might present is his canonical memory issues. He learns Hungary is AFAB multiple times in the comic, and regardless of his knee-jerk reaction, he also seems to forget it the second he's not focused on it or the implications of his behavior with the "new" info. He can be impulsive and irrational on top of being forgetful, so, really just himself. His behavior in the comic is why I think he's got these issues, I'm not stating he has them and then adding further HC's to justify it (which is also fun to do, I DO have HC's like that, this just isn't one of them.)

[kaleido-write]

Why do you want that woman's validation so bad? She's a random woman online with a mediocre comic that'll never reach anywhere farther than that corner of the internet with her likeminded crowd. It's embarrassing to see you write these giant paragraphs about trying to fix her, or you on your knees trying to get in on her good graces. The only thing you've done for her is give her more attention, gave her more exposure, and are continuing to bother her when it's clear that none of you are able to meet in the middle. You and your friends aren't very good at arguing points, and actively make the situation worse. It's embarrassing to see your folk send messages to other random, unimportant transphobic tumblr users who are a dime a dozen and aren't actually in on anything regarding the comic author you're obsessed about. Why do you want a "cool bond" with an author who despises your personal rights of being who you are? Why have you and your friends been so obsessed about this mediocre author that you spend days and hours making fanart for her work? Why do you think she'd be unhappy about afab people looking and taking in her work, even if its not aligned with how she sees it? Any foot in the door with females and her work is progress, and you all are actively obsessing about her work even if you claim to be against it. You know she's laughing at you, not with you, right? You and your friends don't do anything to her, and her responses claiming that your group personally effects her is also the same victim complex that your group does to her back. None of your main group who make these useless posts and drawings are transgender women, and it's painfully obvious as to how this effects how you operate.

The author of that pointless comic should be irrelevant and lost to time, but the behavior from your group helps her pay the website bandwidth with outrage dollars. She doesn't need your approval, critique, or hatred to keep doing what she does, nor will she back down. She already whines and cries about being kicked off main websites due to her transphobic beliefs, so stop helping her get more clicks.

OK first take a breather please

I dont necessarily want her validation , i just think its important to not be an asshole to someone and acknowledge when youve hurt someone and that it's important to apologize to them yk ? Not be an asshole .

Because i want to be better everyday and in order to do that i have to be mature and emotionally intelligent and work on my wrongdoings even if I didnt meant to harm doesn't mean i didnt harm someone

Im not really obsessed? It's more a hyperfixation that is kinda stuck till I finish critiquing everything either for myself or others since my critiques are actually helping people it increased my joy in making it , if it doesn't personally help you nor you don't enjoy them nor agree that's fine

Eh the "cool bond" as I put it was moreso just to see if it was doable to agree in the middle and make her see humanity in others , since she actively dehumanized people in multiple ways I felt it was something I wanted to see for myself

Yk you can be agaisnt someone and still want to indulge in something they did/still actively do ? And sometimes reclaiming something bad they do help alleviate the harm the person is doing , you don't need to agree with our methods but doing this for ourselves is helpful

Im not sure what you mean by victim complex when you talk about us , if you could provide exemples I would appreciate greatly

Amd honestly I don't think that me and my mere 40 followers contribute to anything hahaha , I mostly do that critique for myself and the people of leasebound. I have a grand love for art so dissecting what works what doesn't and why is something I love to do and the people coming to her site are radfems and terfs from her circles that are doing mouth to mouth , we (the leasecord) are barely reaching anyone (if you check its mostly us reblogging the stuff between us) so the reach youre talking about doesn't come from us but the far more influential friends she has and organization such as the LGB thing

And i do not want to fix her , its insinuating she's broken and I don't like that , I merely want to help her if I can because help shouldn't be conditional , if she doesn't want it and want to dig her hole of controversy hatred and offensiveness then good for her ig

(BTW why are you using anonymous ????)

[rrcenic]

Hi me again (: Oooh big emotions, good or bad? Also if you had to rank the top (Ralph, Jack, Piggy, Simon, Roger) loft characters from least gayest to most gayest, what would your ranking be? Thanks (:

-🧊

OOH YES! this is hard because they’re all so queer in my head. most of this is purely opinion and is very bias. ALSO by sexuality i don’t mean who they have sex with. they’re kids. i just mean their identities in the queer community.

#1 is simon. he’s described as very strange, gentle, more motherly than the others, etc. this may be playing into stereotypes, but it is a very old book. in the time it was written (between 1937 and 1949), queer was used as weird OR as a slur for gay/feminine men (oh anon, i did my research: here). simon is referred to as queer by the other boys, possibly because yeah, he’s weird, but also possibly because he’s….you know…. (also im a huge simon kinnie so he gets first). simon doesn’t seem to fit in with the other boys, maybe because he’s different as far as sexuality goes.

#2 is jack. he gives me aggressive mlm transmasc vibes (mostly w modern au in my head but still). also, his interactions with ralph (the fact that his confident demeanor is quickly turned embarrassed at any mistake or weakness that ralph sees, etc.). plus, straight boys don’t brag about being the leader of a choir (pls this is a stereotype and a joke don’t come for me-) my personal reasons for headcanoning him as trans (again, not like i really think he’s trans in the book, but this is what i use to support my logic): c sharp is not an impressive note for a 12 year old boy unless he means like a really high c sharp, meaning a much higher voice, possibly meaning he could be AFAB and have a higher natural range. also, his need to be seen as a scary strong “masculine” hunter is painfully obvious.

#3 is piggy. his obsession with ralph is a little fruity. plus, he just gives me strong gay vibes. trust me

#4 is ralph. his inability to hate jack and to think jack could ever actually hurt him is clearly based in love (be it platonic or romantic). the way he disassociates the “savage” version of jack from the “real” version of jack in his mind is a way to convince himself that jack does care and could never be like he is

#5 is roger, simply because we don’t have much book evidence other than “emo choir kid who likes to hurt people”. i adore roger but most of my interpretations and headcanons are based on the personality the fandom has given him over the years.

i adored this ask! love you anon <3

[intermundia]

so i am a trans guy who lives in a rural, religious area where it is not possible to transition for both general social and familial reasons, and consequently i am stuck in a body that doesn't look or sound how i feel inside. i love the internet bc this is a place where i can feel comfortable and be myself without worrying about how i'm being perceived, and the obikin fandom has been a gift, the one gender validating part of my life (thank you all so much for that).

all of this is great, except i'm trying to find ways to offer exclusive content that would be available on patreon to raise money for my cancer stuff, and i would love to do Q and A type discussion livestreams or a lore podcasty thing or something, but my dysphoria is so strong, i'm like "then they'll hear your voice or see your face and They'll Know You're Lying About Your Gender" and even i know that's not the case, it's really hard to get over.

so out of fear i keep thinking well, i'll just do more written things, except i cannot state how much more work that would be added on top of me trying to write war drums, it would kill my ability to write obikin if i were always working on writing blog posts, you know? i only have so many spoons/words per day, the brain fog comes fast and hard. i'm already having a hard time dealing with stress enough to even write at all.

so i'm stuck being like, i can't offer one type of content because it will be deeply embarrassing to look and sound wrong, and i can't offer the other type because it would be overwhelming at a time where i am super easily overwhelmed, i don't want to let people down by failing to deliver. so i get paralyzed doing nothing at all instead. it's... frustrating. i'm not sure what to do about it, how to get over sounding wrong. it's hard :/

[secondhand-trash]

im a heathen and i dw u calling me out bc u know me too well or u can try it — but bar n lounge #14 bc its all abt frisky n risky with omi 🥰 whoever is on the other side and whats not u can go wild 😌✨ sank u bb 😘

Thank you for ordering from our bar & lounge, here is your order…

A/N: I feel the need to let people know that it’s actually bean who came up with this prompt when I was making the event post lmao

Pairing: Sakusa Kiyoomi x afab!reader

Warning: vagina penetration, unprotected sex

Word count: 920

14. against the door that connects to the room next door

Sakusa was just a little less than pissed off when he learnt that they have put him in a jointed room on the team trip that had been planned as a “thank you for your hard work” type reward.

He did not feel thanked at all when they couldn’t even get two separates room and settled to split a jointed one.

He clicked his tongue in displeasure when he saw the painfully obvious door. It was right next to the bed and impossible to ignore, a literal eyesore when he could vaguely hear the laughter and shouts from his teammates who were rooming together next door.

You, on the other hand, was just excited that you got to tag along and enjoy the fruits of his hard work. “It’s not that big of a deal,” you said, roughly twisting and shaking the knob, “look! It’s locked anyway.”

A loud crash came out from the other end and you jumped, taking your hand off the knob immediately. Sakusa eyed you with an upward lift of his eyebrows and crossed his arms in front of his chest.

“You were saying?” he mused dryly.

“I remain that it would be fine,” you said as you took his hand, forcing him to release from his tensed posture. He rolled his eyes when you tugged him forward, getting on your tiptoes to bump your nose against his, “it’ll be just you and me, how long had it been since we last get to be around each other all day, hm?”

He sighed, nudging his forehead against yours, “fair...”

There was a yell from the other side, followed by the sound of slamming. Sakusa clicked his tongue and you giggled, pecking his jaw to bring his attention back to you. “We can always try to be louder than them if we can’t get them to quiet down.”

You had said it as a joke, you did not expect him to hold onto that way later when the sky outside darkened up.

He was probably, most definitely, getting back at you. That jerk, you chewed on your bottom lip as he hoisted you up, his hands digging into your ass as he pushed his hard cock deeper into you. He was rarely this patient when he was bottoming out of you, his curved tip pushing you open with every languid stroke as he fucked into you slowly, rhythmically.

Your chest pressed against his, your legs and arms wrapped tightly around his frame for dear life with his support being the only thing that stopped you from sliding off onto the floor, the door on your back growing slick from your sweat as you buried your moans and pants into his shoulder.

His breath was moist against your skin, the shape of his lips ghosting over the shell of your ear as he whispered. “I thought you wanted to be loud?” he asked, rolling his hips against you once more as he waited for an answer.

A whimper nearly slipped out of your lips when he pushed into you completely, the back of your hips resting snugly against his pelvis. Sakusa swallowed down a grunt at the feeling of your cunt clamping down on him, the throb of his cock inside of you making your toes curl at the close proximity. 

You would have love to cry out, to scream just the way you knew he liked you to. But he was mean enough to press you against the door that connected to the room next door before he stretched you out, the room where his teammates were staying and would probably hear you if walked past the locked door.

Even now, you could still hear them through the door behind your back, despite the fact that you were starting to care less and less when your boyfriend’s voice was so low and sultry in your ears.

“!”

A sudden thrust took you by surprise and he chuckled, he fucking chuckled when a sharp squeal ripped from the back of your throat at the sudden tension. The chills of pleasure sparked from your spine all the way to the tip of your toes and he seemed to be pleased when your body shuddered against his hold.

“No?” he mused, lifting your hips up until his crown was just nudging against your cunt.

Your hands clawed at the blade of his shoulders, the emptiness making you cry into the dent of his collarbone. His chest flexed as shaky breaths fanned against your hair, his skin burning under your equally hot face and you shook your head meekly.

You could swear that you let go of yourself then and there when he purred in your ear.

“Oh, darling...” the gravel of his voice seeped into your ear, sending tingles to your scalp with the tickle against the sensitive skin.

Sakusa was wildly pleased when you let out a loud moan the moment he slammed you down on his cock.

-

”(y/n) were you sick?” 

You blinked when a very concerned Bokuto stopped by your table at the breakfast buffet.

“No? Why would you ask?”

“Oh, that’s good!” he beamed, “I was just asking because I think I have heard some really heavy panting from your side of the room last night and I was wondering if you or Omiomi caught a fever or something...”

Sakusa snorted, and he pretended to wipe his lips clean when you sent him a sharp glare.

All while Bokuto was just confused, bless his heart.