#help two cute wet kittens on the loose

[theantitheticallogician]

[megu-meow]

3 words, 8 letters - Fushiguro Megumi

megumi x fem. reader

Summary: 4 times Megumi shows you he loves you + 1 time he actually says those 3 words to you.

Fushiguro Megumi is not too good with feelings. After loosing way too many people he loved in his life, he began avoiding real, deep connections with others, knowing that his line of work was a cruel one, drenched in grief and sorrow.

When he met you he didn't expect to change his opinion on love and relationships, but you were like a ray of sunshine in his gloomy life. You had so much positivity and such a strong will to live life to the fullest, he sometimes even found it annoying. He thought you were an idiot and dumb for having such a optimistic view, but as he started getting to know you better, he learned that you were intelligent, heck, he thought you were the smartest person he has met so far. One night, when the two of you were finishing up your long study session in the empty library of Jujutsu Tech he collected the courage to ask you how you could approach life with such positivity even though you knew how cruel this world really was.

"It's easy, silly!" you answered with a wide grin, your joy never faltering "In a world like ours, in which sorrow produces ugly monsters that hurt people, I'd prefer not harming others by being negative."

That was the moment Fushiguro Megumi realised he was in love with you. But how the hell was he supposed to tell you that?

One.

It was the fifth time you sneezed in the last seven minutes. Your voice was deeper and raspier than normally and your usual vibrant eyes were dull and filled with fatigue. It didn't matter though, you didn't want to reject Megumi when he asked you to study with him in the library.

"I told you to bring your jacket yesterday and you didn't listen." he says, his voice laced with irritation and something you couldn't quite comprehend "Now you're sick."

You roll your eyes at his pettiness, but you quickly close them as they are hurting from the fever you're developing. Your head is hurting like crazy, your nose is stuffy, your throat feels like you swallowed a handful of needles, but you couldn't care less. You wanted to spend time with Megumi, even if it was just to study. Suddenly, he slams his textbook shut, starting to gather his things. You look at him with sadness in your eyes and he glances at you, while he keeps showing his things into his backpack.

"I'm taking you back to your room, you should be in bed, resting." he says without looking at you and you pout, genuinely sad about your time together coming to end so soon. You know he is right, you need to get better as soon as possible, there are not enough sorcerers out there and even if you're only a Grade 2, you are needed for smaller missions. That doesn't change the fact that you haven't seen Megumi for more that 10 minutes in the last couple of weeks as both of you were busy with missions, your schedules clashing. You'd rather spend time with him than lay in your bed alone, even if the fever ends up killing you.

He helps you gather all your stuff, taking your tote bag and carrying it as he considers you too weak to carry it in your current situation. You observe the cute fabric bag with colourful kittens on it as he puts it on his shoulder. It looks odd on him, which causes you to giggle. His cheeks redden at the sound of your titter and he looks away, not wanting you to notice. But you do and you think he's adorable.

As soon as you arrive to your room, he tucks you into bed, he leaves, without saying a word and you sigh in disappointment, even though you didn't think it would happen otherwise. However, thirty minutes later he is back with a steaming bowl of okayu, some ginger-lemon tea and a handful of medicine he got from Shoko. He stays with you while you eat and watches you carefully as you take the medicine. He gets up again and walks into your bathroom and he comes back with wet cloth and he places it on your burning forehead.

"Thank you, Fushiguro." you say weakly, you were becoming more and more tired from the fever and the medication you just took.

"No worries." he says nonchalantly "You can call me Megumi, you know?" he asks as he starts playing a movie on your laptop that he carefully places on your nightstand, knowing that you fall asleep faster when something's playing in the background.

"Thank you, Megumi." you whisper, already drifting off to sleep.

The next couple of days he keeps on bringing you food and medicine, he spends time with you, so that you wouldn't get bored. He takes a set of notes for you in class, so you wouldn't be so far behind and every time he leaves you for the night he places a small peck on your forehead followed with the words "Get healthy by tomorrow."

Two.

Megumi is the middle of training with Gojo, he's been slammed to the ground for the seventh time by the tall sorcerer, but he's not giving up. He wants to be stronger and he is willing to work hard for that, even if he has to spend another two and a half hours in the infirmary while Shoko treats him, for the third night in a row. However, the silence of the training room is interrupted by the ringing of his phone and he knows it's you by the ringtone. Yes, he has a different ringtone for you, and you only. He sprints to the device and answers it quickly, knowing that it must be important, otherwise you wouldn't call at this late hour. You were more of a texter anyway, the situation is worrisome for more than one reason.

"What's up?" he asks and he's panting slightly. You're slightly surprised, you thought he would be asleep already. He is very serious about maintaining his strict sleep schedule and usually he would already be in bed at this hour.

"Can you talk to me on the phone while I walk back to school, please? I thought a midnight run to the grocery store to get some snacks was a good idea, but there are some dubious people around here and I'm kinda scared." you explain and he can hear your hurried footsteps.

"Where exactly are you?" you give him some directions and he listens carefully.

"You're not that far away. I'm in the middle of something and I can't really leave, but I'll send someone to get you. Text me as soon as you get back though." he explains and hangs up the phone. He quickly summons his demon dogs.

"Go get Y/n and bring her back safely." he says and the two creatures quickly run out, leaving for their quest to find you.

Gojo observes the way Megumi acts and he knows. He recognises the worry in his eyes, he observes his fingers fidgeting and the way he keeps glancing at his phone, waiting for your text, that you're safe. Gojo knows Megumi is head over heels for you.

Three.

Megumi picked up a new, annoying habit - according to Nobara. Lately, Gojo started pairing you on missions and based on your techniques and skill, he opted for you and Yuji to go together and the other two as the second duo. Megumi wasn't pleased about this at all, lately the two of you had little to no time to spend together and you were seemingly getting closer and closer to Yuji. However, he still wanted to show you that you were on his mind so he started looking for souvenirs to bring back to you from every single on of his missions. Nobara was forced to tag along as he carefully analysed the items of 5 different stores in Yokohama, looking for the perfect gift for you. Sometimes he would get you a new pen or hair tie, sometimes he would bring chocolate or other sweets, but he usually opted for flowers. This time he wanted something new, something different so the process of choosing his gift was longer than expected.

"For the love of god, please just choose something already! She's gonna be happy whatever it is, she's already in love with you..." Nobara whines, annoyed by the indecisiveness of the raven-haired idiot.

"What???? How do you know that?" he ask frantically.

"Please, Fushiguro, everyone knows that." she answers rolling her eyes.

"Did she tell you that?"

"No, of course not. She's the most secretive person I know, she doesn't talk about her feelings."

Megumi thinks back on all your conversations and he can recall numerous instances where you've expressed and talked about your feelings in detail.

"That's not true, we always talk about that kind of stuff." he says, contradicting Nobara.

"Exactly! That's why I'm telling you, she's in love with you. Now, get her a bouquet of flowers like you usually do and go tell her you love her and bring an end to our misery."

That night, Megumi walks to your dorm with a box of strawberry flavoured chocolate pralines. He finds you sprawled out on your bed and you smile tiredly as soon as you spot him leaning into the doorframe.

"You look exhausted." he states, his lips are curved into a soft smile, one that shows more and more when he gets to spend time with you.

"I am, but I always have the energy to spend time with you, Megumi."

He walks up to and hands you the chocolate and observes as a faint blush paints the apple of your cheeks a soft pink as you accept them.

"Why do you keep spoiling me like this?" you ask curiously.

"Because you deserve it, Y/n." he says, slowly pushing a loose strand of hair behind you ear "Now, go to sleep, we have a long day tomorrow."

"We?"

"Yeah, Gojo said we're going on a mission together."

"Oh, thank god! I am so over going on missions with Yuji, he's crazy. I'd much rather go with you."

Megumi smiles as he shuts your door behind him. He's gonna tell you how he feels soon.

Four.

You're both Grade 1 sorcerers. Apparently, the mission Gojo sent the two of you on was so that you could be promoted to a higher grade. It was a difficult one, but you and Megumi figured it out with your wit and your insane chemistry in battle. The moment your teacher announces your advancement on the ranking of Jujutsu Sorcerers you trow yourself at Megumi, hugging him tightly. You're not thinking straight, it just comes naturally and he is a bit startled at first, but he leans into it. It's nice, warm and cozy. He can smell the sweet scent of your shampoo more intensely than ever and he enjoys the way you cling into him. He's not huge on physical touch, but he could get used to this. And he does. He starts hugging you more frequently, he leans his head on your shoulder when you're cramped in Ijichi's car, he puts his hand on the small of your back when you're walking around a busy street so you won't get lost. If these small touches were coming from any other boy, it wouldn't be a big deal. However, this is Megumi. The boy who's always serious, stoic and never lets anyone into his two meter radius.

"You know that Megumi never hugged anyone in his life, right?" Gojo asks as he stands next to you, looking out to the training field, where Yuji and Megumi keep whacking each other with nunchucks. "Or at least not since he was seven."

"Are you for real, Sensei?" you ask in disbelief.

"Yeah. Not even his sister." he observes as you take in the new information. You are smiling like an idiot and he's glad to see that you're just as smitten for the boy he raised as he is for you. "I have a feeling things are gonna change for the better soon, so I'm gonna ask you to do a favour for me, Y/n-chan. Please take care of Megumi. He has a fragile heart, he's been through a lot, so try not to break him even more, okay?"

You nod very seriously and Gojo's smile widens. He winks at you from behind his glasses and he starts walking towards the two boys with the intention of breaking up their fight.

"One more thing..." he turns back to face you "If you're gonna do anything you're not supposed to, please use protection, I don't want to be a grandfather just yet."

+One.

You were sitting on your bed, watching movies with Megumi. He recently finished reading the Lord of the Rings trilogy, knowing they were your favourite books in the world. He didn't usually read fiction, but you convinced him to do otherwise thins once. He couldn't say no to your puppy eyes and your pouty face so he picked up the first book. He admitted after the first few chapters that he was enjoying it and he read the whole series in a short amount of time. You were watching the movies now and suddenly Megumi put his head on your lap, watching the action happening on the screen intently. He was tired, but he didn't want to admit it. If he said anything, he would be forced back into his room and into his cold bed and he would much rather spend time with you. He didn't expect your finger to slowly start running though his hair, massaging his scalp soothingly. He could feel his eyes dropping, on the verge of falling asleep.

"I love you." he muttered unconsciously and your eyes widened as you processed his confession.

"I love you too, Megumi." you said with a wide grin on your face as you observed his pink lips curving into a smile. Suddenly, he jolted up, his eyes wide as he looked at you in shock.

"What did you just say?"

"I said I love you too."

"Are you for real?"

"Of course, silly. Why would I joke about something like this?!"

He swears his next move was on instinct as his hands cupped your face, pulling you closer in a sweet and loving kiss. It took a long time for Megumi to finally mutter those three words to you, although his confession was always evident from his actions. Talking about his feelings was never easy for him, but he swears he's going to keep repeating those three words just to see you smile that bright as the first time he told you 'I love you'.

[nekos-nightmare]

Dating at the water park.

(Fukuzawa, Dazai, Kunikida x Girlfriend Reader)

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FUKUZAWA YUKICHI

He thinks a lot about this, moreover the water park is an ideal place for surprise attacks. No matter how hard he hesitates, he will have to give into your pleading kitten eyes.

The swimwear was a bit disappointing though: a white shirt and long black-and-gray shorts when you'd think he'd be topless. But in return, when the water gets wet on the shirt, the skin and muscle layers begin to show both clearly and translucent, making him extremely attractive.

Both of you bathed together in a large swimming pool, the water level was not too high, and although it was crowded, he couldn't refuse. However, Fukuzawa will always refuse to go sliding water pipes in a place too high because he doesn't want you to be bumped and injured even if it's just a small bruise.

Fukuzawa's eyes always try to avoid looking directly at you, which makes you quite confused. Your hands rest on Fukuzawa's cheeks, trying to push his gaze towards you because you think he's upset. Fukuzawa's face and ears start to turn red, stating that he can't look straight because his girlfriend in a swimsuit is "too cute". You then just keep silent and you both end the date in shame.

DAZAI OSAMU

Dazai is the one who suddenly asks to go to the water park and you immediately refuse, who knows what he'll do there? But no matter how much you hide, you can't escape, in the end, you have to pack up and prepare for tomorrow's outing.

What's even more surprising is that when it's just the two of you, Dazai turns around with an innocent face saying he forgot to tell you this is a private date for the two of you, then chuckles like a child. Well, you can't bear to scold such a cute kid, let's just play hard today, but you can't help but be on the lookout, What if he caused trouble again?

Although it was a loose shirt and long shorts that covered the mess with a bandage wrapped around the body, it looked even more terrifying in the eyes of others. So the swimming area was almost empty because the two were shunned by the people around them, can't blame them.

Contrary to Fukuzawa, Dazai always prioritizes thrilling, high, dangerous-looking games. He'll hold your hand and say it'll be fine, it'll be fun. Both of you overcame all the thrilling levels in the admiration of everyone and the staff.

The two of you ended the date like many "NORMAL" people, inside you were both happy and confused. Why is Dazai so strange today, did he eat something wrong?… many questions pop up in your mind. Thinking everything was going smoothly, unexpectedly bumping into Chuuya from PM who was also in the park, the feeling of instability began to show up very clearly. Dazai constantly teases Chuuya and flatters you as the perfect girlfriend while Chuuya doesn't have any girls with him. Finally, Chuuya couldn't hold back and used his ability to attack, a part of the water park was distorted and broken due to the power of the ability. You can do nothing but dissuade and try to make peace in peace, of course, all three are banned from the water park forever. Dazai immediately grabbed you and fled very quickly, leaving Chuuya alone to pay for the repair fee. A tumultuous date.

KUNIKIDA DOPPO

"A date at the water park? Let me see the schedule." As soon as he finished his sentence, Kunikida pulled out a notebook from his pocket, mumbling something in his mouth and writing down his notebook for a long time. After finishing the confusing thing, he immediately showed you the schedule he had just prepared for the date and it was too… meticulous. While Kunikida is happy with this perfectly perfect schedule, your brain is overloaded.

As expected Kunikida, is a simple swimwear but also exudes the formality of an office worker. His hair was wet, revealing a completely new expression of his, it seems this date won't be so bad even though it will have to date with a strict schedule and time.

During the dating, Kunikida always notices all your little expressions or gestures, he doesn't say anything and acts in a different direction which makes it more interesting. You also can't feel any better and try to force yourself on this rigorous date. You finally stop and gently ask if you can change the schedule a bit, without hurting him of course.

What you didn't expect, Kunikida confessed he intentionally made such a heavy schedule because he wanted to enjoy more moments with you. After all, normal days are impossible. Kunikida turned his face away to hide his embarrassment, he apologized and offered you a more relaxed schedule. At that time, your inner emotions surged, who could refuse this lovely romance.? "Well, let's go, there are still a lot of things to do," you said and dragged Kunikida to the next location. Both completed the schedule with a sigh of fatigue. Your whole body almost froze from being able to move, but seeing a new person and a hidden cuteness inside Kunikida is well worth it.

Kunikida at that time also had no choice, he picked you up in the car and took you back to his dormitory. Because the male and female dorms are far away, you are tired and if something goes wrong, Kunikida will not be able to come to take care of you in time. And an unexpected thing happened, the next morning because both were too tired and fell asleep until noon and were late for work. Everyone in the company was shocked and Dazai seemed to know everything, giggling and teasing Kunikida all day.

[khalixascorner]

Debt Pain in Soul Epilogue 2

For the second day of Christmas, this author gave to thee: Epiiiiilooogguuueee two ~

Summary: Tony fully intends to go to the Parker residence simply to claim his latest acquisition, one Peter Parker. When he finds out Peter is in fact his soul mate, things change in ways Tony couldn't have planned or expected. Not that he's complaining. Instead of just another worker for his clubs, he found a smart sexy omega that he's going to keep for the rest of their lives. This is an omegaverse hybrid mob au with a different bingo prompt per chapter.

Tags: Mafia AU, Mob Boss Tony Stark, Soul Bond, Soulmates, Soulmate-Identifying Marks, Hybrid AU, Serval Peter, Black Tiger Tony, Dub-con first time, Soulbonds made them do it, Lots of spice and smut, Some fluff too, Dark Tony Stark, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Intersex Omegas, Tony is not a nice person, except to Peter, mention of sex work, Human Trafficking, In that tony makes people pay off debt while working for him, and some of those people work in sex clubs, Size Difference, Tiny Peter, Large Tony, Mild milk kink, Breeding Kink, Dom/sub Undertones, stuffing kink, Size Kink, Tony loves how huge his cock is and making Peter take it, Nipple Play, I don't know, theres lots of omegaverse typical sex tropes, eventual kidnapping and rescue,mild angst but always with a happy ending

Read on AO3 Here Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

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Ever since Peter had admitted to wanting more kits, Tony had been making plans. He had Bucky and Nat on the hunt for nannies to help with the older three, as well as more security for the penthouse. Pepper and Rhodey helped him schedule his meetings and business so that he’d have Peter’s heat free but also so that he could step away a bit during the pregnancy if he needed to. Tony hoped Peter would be spared any complications, but, just in case, he called the specialists and made sure they would be ready too.

When Peter’s heat hit, Tony had made arrangements with everyone. Well, everyone except Peter. The serval hadn’t mentioned it again, but Tony saw the longing glances now that he knew to look for them. Clearly his mate wanted more and was letting social pressure or something equally ridiculous hold him back. So Tony would remove every barrier for him instead.

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Tony found Peter curled in their bed, not quite in full heat but close enough that he was shaking and whimpering. Tony climbed in the bed behind him, sliding his hand up Peter’s body until soul mark met soul mark. Then he reached down with his other and started loosening his mate up. While his little omega had gotten better at taking his cock and knot, he still had to be stretched before they could play.

Not that Tony minded at all as slick drenched his hand and Peter whined as he tried to ride Tony’s fingers. It was so fucking hot watching his lithe kitten so lost in want, taking whatever Tony deemed to give him.

“Why don’t you play with those cute tits for me, baby, since my hand’s a little busy?” Tony asked as he briefly tightened the hand on the omega’s neck.

Peter whined but his hands came up, cupping his small breasts and squeezing them. Then he used his thumbs to rub at the nipples, squirming and clenching around Tony’s fingers as he did.

“Such a good omega for me,” Tony growled. “Knew you would be the minute that collar formed on your skin though.”

Peter whimpered but didn’t argue as he rocked harder onto the alpha’s hand. Tony slid another finger in, drawing a choked moan from the younger man.

“So wet and loose,” Tony murmured. “Perfect for taking my cock until your cute little belly bulges out like you’re stuffed with my kits.”

His omega flushed and writhed more as Tony got yet another finger in. He was just about ready for Tony to impale and the alpha grinned.

“Almost, ‘mega mine, and then I’m gonna shove my cock in you. Gonna knot you again and again,” Tony whispered darkly, twisting his fingers to put pressure on the spots Peter liked. “I’m going to pump you so full, make sure the seed takes and put another litter in this little hole of yours, omega. And you’ll beg me for more the whole time like the good omega you are, won’t you? You want to give me what I want, don’t you?”

His omega was panting, eyes glassy with heat and want when Tony pulled his hand out and arranged Peter into the proper position for breeding. He took a moment to admire the view, Peter’s ass in the air with his hole on display. Tony reached down to play with Peter’s cocklette one last time, trailing his hand up to grab his omega’s ass before shoving his cock in. He sheathed himself in single thrust, pulling a broken gasp from his mate.

“Alpha, alpha, please, alpha,” Peter begged as Tony thrust, first slowly and then faster into the omega’s body. He kept their soul marks touching as he caged the omega with his body. His hips drove his cock deep into Peter while he pinned the omega’s upper body with his own, ensuring he got as deep as possible.

Peter was incoherent beneath him, gasping and moaning in pleasure even as his hands scrabbled for purchase on the sheets.

It didn’t take long for his knot to form, not that Tony was surprised. The first one during a heat never did, spurred on by needy omega hormones and his own need to breed his mate. With one last thrust, he buried himself in Peter and felt his knot inflate fully, locking the omega’s body on his. Peter gasped and trembled, tightening around him as he came just from the knot.

“You should see yourself,” Tony groaned as Peter milked another mini orgasm out of him. “You’re just hanging off my knot, stuffed so full.”

Peter whined and then groaned as Tony ground his hips against Peter’s ass. All of a sudden, he felt the need to mark his mate again, so he pulled Peter as straight as he could while arching his own back to reach the omega’s neck.

The bite had Peter coming again beneath him, trembling from over stimulation but unable to resist the alpha while the heat sang through his body. As Tony was about to lay them down, he caught sight of the dressing mirror they kept in the room and changed his mind.

It took some careful maneuvering, but he managed to get them in front of the mirror, Peter supported by an arm across his chest and the knot that kept them together.

“Look, ‘mega mine, look at how debauched you look on my knot,” Tony commanded and Peter’s eyes rose to the mirrors.

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Peter gasped at what he saw. He knew he was tiny but seeing his body pressed against Tony’s, held only by a single arm and the cock buried in him, had him flushing brilliant red across his whole body. His body clenched around his mate’s cock, and he panted at the combined feeling of fullness and helplessness. 

“That’s right, baby, so tiny, just like this little cocklette of yours,” Tony said, sliding his free hand down to fondle Peter’s cocklette for a minute before grabbing Peter’s hand. “Come on, baby, give us a show.”

His alpha kept his hand over Peter’s and guided him as he fondled his cocklette.  Peter whimpered at the overstimulation but didn’t-couldn’t disobey the alpha. His head fell back against Tony’s chest as his hand was pushed faster and faster. Pain turned to pleasure and the heat built higher and higher until he came around the alpha again.

“That’s a good omega,” Tony murmured in his ear. “You made a mess though. Clean it up for alpha.”

Tony lifted Peter’s hand to his lips, and Peter shuddered as he obeyed his mate. He started with little kitten licks but soon was taking bigger swipes with his tongue until his and Tony’s hands were clean again.

“Good boy,” Tony growled. The alpha still didn’t release his hand though, instead drawing it down to his belly. “How about you help your alpha out now too.”

Peter was confused at first, too wrung out from his heat to understand what his alpha wanted until Tony pressed their hands down and Peter felt something hard inside. He looked down and moaned as he saw the outline of Tony’s cock pressing against his stomach.

“That’s right, kitten. Still so tiny that my cock has to stretch you everywhere to fit,” Tony said darkly. “So go ahead, give it a good massage for me, baby.”

Peter whimpered but obeyed, rubbing his hand firmly against his stomach even as Tony lifted him in micro movements, stopping when the knot pulled too much before dropping him back onto his cock. The pressure was odd, and Peter wasn’t sure how he felt about it but Tony’s pleased rumble drove him to continue despite that. It didn’t take long before Peter felt the cock inside him spasm with bursts of warmth. His body clenched around it, instinctually milking it even when the stimulation was too much,

“Don’t you dare look away,” Tony commanded suddenly, startling Peter. “I want you to watch, watch as I breed you again while you wear my mark on your neck. Watch as this tiny body of yours grows rounder with my cum until you look ready to burst. And then, I’ll fill you even more until I know there’s kits inside your womb again.”

Peter panted, body exhausted and stretched so full, but his eyes stayed glued to the mirror as Tony used him to come twice more before finally letting them lay down and rest. Peter only stayed coherent long enough for Tony to get him a few drinks of water before he passed out.

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Tony let his mate rest even after his knot went down. He used the break to move the mirror closer to the bed. The alpha had meant every word when he said he was going to make sure Peter watched as he was bred over and over like the good omega he was. And after, when his kitten realized he was pregnant again, he’d be reminded of this heat every time he looked in the mirror.

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Peter woke up exhausted, as he normally was after a heat. Yet something kept niggling the back of his mind, something important that he had forgotten. His thoughts were interrupted when Tony slipped his cock into Peter’s body, no stretching needed with how wet and loose he was.

“Good morning, omega,” Tony murmured, and Peter curled back against him, loving the warm feel of Tony’s cock inside him. He loved doing this, just cockwarming while they cuddled and his body flushed the rest of the hormones out.

A jolt went through him as he realized how warm Tony was.

“Shit,” he tried to jerk away but Tony held him tight.

“What’s wrong, omega?”

“Condoms, we didn’t use condoms and I couldn’t find my heat meds, and-”

“Shhhhh, it’s ok, omega,” Tony said with a chuckle. “I didn’t refill your heat meds or the condoms.”

“But-we, I’ll-”

“End up pregnant?” Tony asked, his voice amused. “That’s the point, kitten. You wanted more kits and I promised you at our wedding that I would always give you what you wanted.”

“But, work and the kits-” Peter spluttered, only for Tony to nip at his soul mark and thrust into him, silencing him with a moan.

“I’ve already taken care of that,” Tony said smugly. “Bucky and Nat have vetted a few nannies for you to meet, Pep and I have already started shifting responsibilities so I can be here the whole pregnancy, and the whole team has been briefed.”

“You told everyone?!” Peter squeaked, and Tony chuckled darkly.

“All I did was say my mate wanted more kits, and they all got to work to make it happen,” Tony said, kissing the top of Peter’s head. “They adore you almost as much as I do, you know. And as much as the kits drive them nuts, they love them too. So of course they’re going to support you. They’re your family too.”

Peter let it wash over him as he realized his mate had arranged everything. A part of him was uneasy because Tony had done it all without him, and yet, it was what he wanted most if he was being honest. Like a surprise present, it had been arranged without his knowledge but with the intent to bring him joy. 

Peter decided to just accept it for the gift it was as he relaxed against Tony again. The alpha continued cuddling him, pleased that everything had gone to plan. Including that hint of sweet honey in his omega’s scent.

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When they welcomed two beta black tiger kits into the world 8 months later, Tony stood proudly beside his mate. They introduced them to their siblings, and Tony watched as all three of his eldest children promised their mother to look after the new babies with him. He bit back a smirk as James looked over their heads and nodded, his own promise, alpha to alpha, that he’d look after them. Rhodey and the others came by as well, cooing over Morgan and Penny.

Eventually, everyone said goodbye and Peter curled up in their bed. Tony climbed in behind him, his warm presence soothing to the tired omega.

“They’re just as perfect as you,” Tony whispered as he held Peter tight. “And when you’re ready for more, I’ll be sure to give them to you again. As many as you want, Omega mine.”

“Alpha,” Peter groaned, not at all interested in the thought of anything but sleep.

“Just when you’re ready,” Tony promised, and Peter huffed but didn’t argue. As he drifted off, one of Tony’s hands slid down to cup his belly, and Peter couldn’t help but imagine it being full again. Not right away, because the girls would need him. But someday.

[tenseoyong]

k but the way you portray jaehyun made me wonder how would the first time with him play out? also, your work's amazing, have a great day 😽

jaehyun is rather confident and sure in his ability to take care of you for your first time. he is a bit of a soft dom; not too overbearing and showers you in praises and encouragements every time you make progress in your relationship. he super smug about being the one that had you first—and hopefully, last—and definitely walks a little taller the day after much to your embarrassment.

he’s always so gentle when he asks for affections. never making it seem like you can’t say ‘no’ to him. gentle eyes and that sweet dimple on display when he’s smiling, asking, “d’you think i can have a kiss, hm?” he’s good at reading your body language, so the day you actually give into him isn’t too much of a shock, he could tell you wanted to kiss him—and you did—and he’s all smiles, sweetly smoothing a hand over your hair in a soft pet, “ah, so cute~thank you~”

jaehyun’s pretty content with you slow pace; never trying to rush you or push you to go from a to be too quickly. he essentially leaves the ball in your court, letting you decide when sitting in his lap turns less than innocent. whispering soft encouragements while he’s guiding you as you grind yourself into his muscly thigh, “feels good, doesn’t it, baby? i know it does, it’s okay to like it. you can use daddy’s thigh, you wanna get off, don’t you? go on, use daddy~” he loves watching you slowly discover your own rhythm, curiously circling your hips this way or changing the pace, finding what feels the best for you while teasingly tensing his muscle beneath your warm core, sending a shock through you when he randomly bounces his leg. it’s all so precious and he’s pleased at being the first and only man to witness this special show.

jaehyun’s pretty bug of prep—he’s no small man—and he certainly doesn’t want to hurt his sweet virgin s/o if there’s a way to help. it’s more of an excuse to be able to spend a ridiculous amount of time eating you out because, “we gotta get you nice and wet, don’t we? mhm, nice and slick, so you can take my cock~” he’s a slow eater. soft, steady kitten licks through your damp folds and gently suckling your clit. wanting to wind you up by the pleasure building in you until you’re begging for him to do something. he particularly loves how much your hands flutter around, unsure what to do, bouncing between grabbing at your own breasts and hair, clutching at the sheets and burying them in his hair while you gasp and moan and whine for him.

he’s as slow and gentle with the final act as he’s been the whole time; jaehyun takes great care to not overwhelm you when he slips inside you for the first time. the initial sting of being stretched unlike ever before, he tries to distract you with sweet kisses and smoothing his warm hands over your hips and waist, trying to sooth the tense muscles as he bottoms out. for a while, he stays like this, buried to the hilt and kissing you, letting you get used to the foreign invasion before trying to move.

jaehyun is obviously a more dominant lover, but not necessarily rough and fast. he’s firm, his thrusts steady, hard, never failing to knock the air from your lungs—but not rough. barely pulling out more than an inch or two before sinking his length back into your tight warmth. it’s soft, and sweet, tender, loving. he catches your hands in his, intertwining your fingers while he bows over you, forehead pressed to yours while holding eye contact—all his adoration, respect and love for you burning behind his eyes. he finishes while mindlessly babbling about how perfect you feel, how perfect you take his cock, how much he loves you. low grunts and deep growls, muffled by your lips when his pace finally falters and he looses his rhythm, a new and foreign warmth filling you as he cums.

aftercare is as sweet as ever—jaehyun is a good dom, after all—he draws a nice bubble bath for the both of you to relax in with he cleans the both of you of the sweat and fluids, singing praises while smothering you in kisses.

[shorkbrian]

Stretch and relax pt 2

I have been thirsting.... about Victor.... again.... (pt 1 here)

(Oops forgot to add that Koshka means kitten lol)

He’s noticed you’ve been a bit jumpy around him now. Not that you hadn’t been before, but, well...

Now you try to spend as little time as possible with the man.

And he can’t have that.

“Was I too eager last time? I promise I’ll be more gentle!” He coos from the other side of your door, a pillow under one arm, his other tugging his shirt down as far as he can.

His cock is leaking and heavy between his legs, he’d been thinking about how good you looked today, all that pretty, delicious skin on display, perfect body moving in just the right ways to make him ruin his pants like a teenager. Why use his hand and rely on his imagination when you were just a few doors away?

But you won’t let him in.

“Please?” He pouts, and when met with silence, his frown grows. “I won’t go away until you let me in. I’ll stand here all night and make lots of noise. I just want to relax a little with my favorite little koshka.”

The petname rolled off his tongue with ease, and Victor could almost see your little blush, even though there was a door separating the two of you. Not for long.

“Won’t you let me in? We can give each other massages! If that ends up with us doing something else, I won’t mind-”

The door swings open to reveal your embarrassed little body, frowning so deeply that Victor had a thought to tell you to worry about wrinkles. But at least his teasing and loud voice had worked, spurring you into giving him an opportunity into your room.

“Victo-”

“You’re such a sweetie!” He breezed right past you into your room, depositing his pillow on your bed. A half turn and he was facing you again, a smile on his lips despite your look of aphrenrsive fear. “Want to close the door now? Unless you’d like for people to see us both naked and oiled...”

Again, his desires were achieved with lighthearted teasing - you shut the door so quick that it almost slammed. You’re opening your mouth again, ready to (shyly) ask him to leave, to let you sleep in peace, but Victor has other plans.

And they’re quite fun.

It takes quite a bit of smooth-talking on his part, and more than a small amount of suggestive physicality (you were so tense! Victor was just doing you a favor by pulling you down onto your bed, that’s all) to get you where he wants you.

Underneath him on the bed, wide eyes looking up at him as he shimmies his body down until he can kiss at your tummy through your shirt. “I was joking about the massages, I just wanted you to open the door.” He shoots you a wink, and you quickly blanch.

“Unless you want to strip down and let me rub you all over? I’d make you feel divine little koshka.”

But you shake your head so quickly that your bones pop, and Victor can’t help but laugh.You’re so cute!

You also look uncomfortable, and quite stressed. It probably has something to do with the way Victor’s rubbing along your waist, looking up at you with big eyes as he settles more firmly between your legs.

“Uhm, uhm, Victor, I don’t know-”

“Shhh, I know. I think both of us need to relax a little, don’t you? Look at us! So tense and jumpy!” A quick press of his lips to your clothed tummy has you flinching, wincing away from the intimacy.

Victor is used to smiling his way past refusals, worming his way through with sweet words and such a charming look to get what he wants. You’re not used to letting him in, that much is obvious - but Victor breaks past your defenses anyways.

He knows how nervous you are about your body, so he’s okay with your shirt staying on, draped loosely over your torso. But he needs your pajamas out of the way, just a little so he can get to what he’s really been craving.

And of course you squirm, ask him to stop, to not do this, but Victor doesn’t have to listen. He can grip your waistband and yank it halfway down your thighs, enough so that he can settle back between them and they’re still spread so that he can reach where he needs.

He’s been wanting to taste you for ages.

And you’re so pretty down there, all plush and squishy and pink, like a ripe little fruit, dewy and shiny. Victor can’t help but lick his lips before dipping down to kiss your rosy clit, smiling when it twitches along with your legs, a little cry falling from your lips.

You sound so sweet, Victor can’t wait to hear more of your cute sounds.

So he doesn’t waste any time, flashing you a lovey-dovey smirk before descending to plant his mouth firmly against your mound, listening to your breath hitch and feeling your thighs tense as you whimper out a mantra of “no no no-”.

But yes, yes, oh yes.

You’re soft and delicious and when more wetness seeps out onto his tongue Victor wants to shout “Vkusno!” with glee, but he keeps his mouth on you, slender hands keeping your hips planted to the bed no matter how much you twist and turn away.

Eventually one of his hands moves to intertwine with yours - you keep trying to pull on his hair, tug his face away from the precious treasure between your legs, but Victor isn’t having that. He’d also like to not be bald, so he elects to hold your hand as he eats you out, like a lover. 

(And isn’t that what the two of you are?)

He licks you inside and out, up and down and drawing little patterns with his tongue against your puffy little cunt until you’re shaking in his hold, near-wailing from the stimulation. Victor doesn’t want it to end too soon, wants to fully relish this moment, so he pulls back just a teensy bit so he can lick at your plush thighs, give the flesh little love bites that you try to jerk away from.

“Look at you, so tasty and adorable. Doesn’t this feel good?” The man coaxes, before licking a trail back to your wet little hole.

With the way you’re keening, Victor grins to himself because the answer is obvious. 

He didn’t expect you to cum so soon.

But here you are, gushing into his mouth after just a little bit of suckling, a little bit of tongue, and Victor feels warmth bloom in his chest, in his cheeks, and he laughs against your cunt. The vibrations make you yelp, thighs struggling and failing to snap closed around his body.

If he was less of a selfish man, Victor would keep going, just like last time and make you cum until you really cried.

But he had different plans this time around.

“Can I use your mouth?” Like the gentleman he is, Victor asks, one of his hands wrapped loosely around his heavy cock as he waits for your answer. It comes in the form of tearful “No! Please!”.

“Then let me use your hands, or your chest, okay? Which one?” It’s always best to give a choice, because then you feel like you have options, some sort of control over the situation. You pick your hands.

He gives you a moment to breathe, a moment to collect yourself from your sudden (and probably painful from how quickly you came) orgasm before he moved to straddle your waist.

Victor has to physically pick up your hands and wrap them around his cock, making you form a tight hole with your fingers for him to hump forward against. 

“Fuck, yes, that feels-feels good!” He breathes, happy and pleased with the pleasure rising fast in his gut, how you’re working with him so nicely.

He takes care of his body, shaves all over so that he’s smooth and soft - hopefully you appreciate the effort, because your hands bump against his pubic bone and balls on every quick stroke.

“Fuck!” Victor cries again, because the pleasure takes over and makes him loose himself, hunching over you and working his hips faster, gripping your hands tighter around himself before-before-

You look so cute, all surprised with his cum seeping onto your skin and into your shirt.

Victor is panting heavily as he slows his hips, still working his cock through your hands as he winds down. You make him feel so nice.

He can’t wait to fuck you.

[bokuroskitten]

𝔅𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔠𝔥

〈 you and kuroo have been together for years. Bokuto is his closest ally, so what happens when theres a breach.

† genre/pairing: 18+ NSFW MINORS DNI Yakuza AU, Bokuto Koutarou x Fem!Reader.

† word count: 4.2k

† warnings: dubcon (corersion / power imbalance), pining, fingering (f!receiving), creampie, unproctected sex, aftercare if you squint, possessive behaviour.

❦ this lovely piece is for @sugawara-sweetheart decadence collab! I’m slipping in right before the due date hehe! Please check out all the other amazing pieces in collab. Also shoutout to @semisgroupie for beta reading this for me! Ily dee ❦ please let me know what you all think!

You can still remember it, the day Kuroo finally asked to be your boyfriend. Standing outside of the gym, still sweaty from practice. He had come all the way to Fukurodani Academy from his college in Tokyo just to make sure he caught you leaving the gym.

He had been so nervous, taking your hand into his and giving you that classic smirk you loved so dearly.

“I know you have a volleyball team to run, but do you think you have time for a boyfriend too?”

You had been together ever since, even when you graduated, even when Kuroo had to drop out to take over for his father, even when you discovered his father ran a large chunk of the Japanese Yakuza’s underground division.

Kuroo had always been careful, he never brought that life home to you. You were his angel, his precious kitten. Whatever hardships, shady dealings, and dangerous activity he had to do was kept away from home. Away from you at any and all costs.

His job and his life with you was kept separate, for your safety mostly. He has enemies on the other side that would do anything to get their hands on the great Kuroo Tetsuro’s little fiancé and that alone was enough for Kuroo to keep you safe, hidden, and protected with the help of his closest allies.

Which consisted of Bokuto Koutarou. You were already well acquainted with the silver owl, considering the two of you had gone to the same high school. Bokuto had gone into the Yakuza around the same time Kuroo did, easily making a name for himself so his father could enjoy the rest of his life without crime attached to his name. Kuroo and Bokuto stayed close, and got even closer when they had to step into this lifestyle.

Allies were important to have, Kuroo and Bokuto knew this and used their long term friendship to their advantage. Bokuto was one of the only people who knew exactly who you were, your true identity and your relationship to Kuroo. He was to look after you if Kuroo had any “business trips” or had to suddenly leave for “meetings.” Kuroo trusted him to keep you safe, and Bokuto promised to do just that.

What Bokuto hadn’t expected was to fall for you.

He had always seen you like a cute underclassman, always trying your hardest to make everyone happy. Never once did he think he’d start to notice the way your hips swayed when you walked, or how plump your lips were when you applied lip gloss.

It had to be your fault. Maybe you were doing this all on purpose. Bokuto knew himself, and he knew he wasn’t the type of person to fall for his best friend's fiance. So that means it had to be you, maybe you were trying to get his attention when you wore those pretty skirts, maybe you were trying to pull him in when you batted your lashes at him.

Bokuto couldn’t take it anymore, not when he started staring at you a little longer than he should, not when he started to get hard in your presence. Especially not when he started to fuck his fist late at night, hips humping wildly into his palm as your name vibrated off his lips.

So he decided to do something about it. The opportunity presented itself when Kuroo called him up, told him he had some last-minute business to attend to and if he could stay the night with you just in case. Of course, Bokuto agreed, reassuring him that you would be completely safe with him.

So that’s how the two of you ended up here, on the couch late into the evening. You were already dozing off, nuzzling your face into a pillow while your legs laid across Bokuto’s lap. Although a movie had been playing, his amber eyes were locked on your legs. He ate up the surface of your skin, eyes lingering until they landed on your crotch which was currently covered in a pair of satin red pajama bottoms.

The ones Kuroo had bought you for your last anniversary.

Bokuto could feel his heart picking up in speed as he smoothed his palm over your leg. Which had been resting on your knee, but he moved it up, rubbing soft circles into your thigh. You stirred a bit, a yawn slipping past your lips.

“Bo, m’sleepy, gunna go to bed.”

He felt his chest tighten, along with the grip he had on your thigh. It made you squirm.

“Don’t go just yet Birdy. Stay up a little longer, yea? We can watch whatever you want.”

“I won’t stay awake.” You rebuttal, attempting to pull your legs away from Bokuto’s lap.

He worked quickly, deciding on tickling your leg. You jolted from the suddenness of the attack, giggles and whines leaving your lips in streams as Bokuto persisted. He worked his way over you, fingers travelling up your sides and continuing the tickling until his hands found your hips.

Your eyes were sparkling with tears when he finally finished the onslaught, chest rising and falling as you tried to catch your breath. That task only seemed more complicated when Bokuto’s large palms pressed your hips further into the couch, his much larger figure looming over you.

In the dimness of the living room, his eyes looked different. Lit up by only the subtle glow of the tv. His pupils were blown out, darting between you and your chest. You suddenly became very aware of his piercing gaze, clearing your throat which made his eyes shoot back up to meet yours.

“Koutarou… is something wrong?”

Bokuto had to hold back a moan at the sweet sound of your pretty little voice. Koutarou. His first name so easily slips off your tongue as if you already belong to him. The scar on the corner of his lip twitched when he grinned down at you.

Before you could ask him again his lips were on yours, smothering any words that threatened to question him again. Your eyes widened, shock and confusion and an odd sense of warmth filling your stomach.

You did the first thing that came to mind, you squirmed, whimpered beneath him.

Wrong. This is all wrong. Bokuto was your senpai, a friend, an ally.

What if Kuroo came home?

“B-Bo--” you managed to squeak out when his lips finally left your own, only to begin pressing wet kisses along your jaw, down your chin. Everything was suddenly a little hazy, and you couldn’t tell whether this sensation was fear or something else.

Something that you had only felt for Kuroo for as long as you could remember.

You snapped back into reality when his lips got dangerously close to your chest, lips threatening to pass the hem of the satin neckline. You yelped, fingers going into Bokuto’s hair and giving a harsh tug.

“B-Bokuto! What are--”

“Birdy--” There was a growl in his tone, one that made your fingertips go numb and your breath caught in your throat.

When he looked back at you he didn’t quite look like himself. This is what you pictured Bokuto looked like on the job. Eyes cold, lips held in a stern line. Not a single speckle of that sparkling gold that his orbs usually held. No traces of a grin that his lips usually graced.

This was Bokuto Koutaruo, a businessman, a potential threat, a possible killer.

“Birdy.” He repeated again, softer this time. He must have felt the way you tensed, the way you sunk further into the couch beneath him. He brought his face close to yours once again and to his displeasure you let out a soft whimper.

“Don’t be scared of me baby, I’d never hurt you…”

“But--”

“But what, pretty, what's the matter, hm? Don’t you want me to show you how much I care about you… don’t you wanna feel special…”

His words were slightly slurred, or so they seemed in your head. His tongue was against your ear, tracing along your earlobe as his warm breath fanned against your skin.

It was a familiar scent, bubblegum. Bokuto’s favourite. It seemed too sweet so close to your nose.

His hands smoothed up your sides, thumbs just inches away from slipping up your tank top and it had goosebumps forming all along your skin.

Wrong.

“We can’t.” You muttered, voice sounding much weaker than you wanted it to when Bokuto pressed another kiss behind your ear.

“Why not?” He was relentless, one knee slowly wedging itself between your thighs despite the way you were squirming.

“Kuroo--”

“Kuroo wants me to take care of you Birdy, and I’m doing just that, aren’t I?” You yelped softly when his teeth suddenly sunk into the flesh of your collarbone. When had he moved down so much? Why hadn’t you noticed his sliver spikes tickling your chin or the way his palms had begun to slide the silky material up your skin.

“I’m taking care of you by makin’ you feel good…”

“But--”

“Kuroo’s gonna be happy…” Bokuto continues, his words suddenly sound distant, your body unbelievably hot as his lips find the tops of your breasts. “His pretty kitty is gonna feel safe and pleased when he gets home…”

Your fingers were no longer lost in Bokuto’s hair, rather they were held loosely above your head, one of his big palms keeping them anchored there as he lifted himself.

You whined, the sudden loss of contact making goosebumps rise along your flesh.

Bokuto had a hard time keeping his grin to himself. Your lips were in a small pout, body squirming, eyes holding a little bit of confusion but most of all.

Desire.

He would get you there. He would hear it.

“I want you Koutaruo .”

“Your heart’s beating really fast.” Bokuto’s voice was low, nothing more than a whisper behind the static of the tv. It made a lump form in your chest.

Your chest tightened the further he pulled away from you. You weren’t exactly sure what you wanted, but you knew you didn’t want him to leave.

“Koutarou.”

There it was.

He leaned back in, his large palm sliding away from your wrists and down your arm instead. All the way down until he cupped your cheek in a large palm. His thumb swiped along your bottom lip.

He had to hold back a groan when your lips opened up just a sliver when your tongue threatened to touch his thumb.

“Let me take care of you, Birdy.”

“Will Kuroo really be okay with it?”

Your voice shook, soft and sweet and oh so innocent. Naive. Adorable.

Bokuto couldn’t wait to have you all to himself. Clearly, Kuroo hadn’t taught you well enough. But Bokuto would, he would teach you to stay away from guys like him.

“Course he will, baby, he always wants what's best for you, isn't that right?”

All you had to do was nod. A gentle, subtle nod. And Bokuto’s lips were back on yours. It was a deep kiss, pressed tightly to your lips and suppressing any chance of denial. Your fingers were back in his hair, but you didn’t tug this time.

Rather you just ran your fingers through silver locks. A bit stiff from the gel, and yet so very soft.

Soft like Kuroo’s.

“Spread your legs, angel.” That dizzy feeling was back when Bokuto’s words vibrated against your lips. Your legs spread open despite your confusion. They were commanded, working on their own.

Working because of the strings Bokuto has somehow placed on them.

“Good girl.” You shivered. That’s what Kuroo always called you.

Was it him speaking to you?

Bokuto was holding back a groan. He should have felt sick to his stomach, looking down at you between his legs with teary eyes and a slightly confused expression. He should have been thinking of Kuroo, his best friend, ally.

But instead, he just felt himself harden, licking along his lower lip and bringing his large palm to cup your sex. You were so warm, even through the fabric of your shorts.

He rubbed it, slow and soft, his eyes widening as he watched you, twitching and whimpering. You were already becoming so pliant, hips rubbing back into his palm. The longer it went on, the warmer you got.

He was so excited to split you open.

“Tell me what you want.” Bokuto looked into your eyes, waited. He knew the words were there on the tip of your tongue.

“C-Can you…” It was so cute, hearing you stutter over yourself despite the way you shamelessly pressed into his hand.

“Can you touch me, Kou...”

Finally he released his groan, loud and guttural. He moved his hands only a moment, just long enough to grip the hem of your shorts. In one swoop they were off your trembling thighs, discarded on the floor.

You were even more beautiful than Bokuto had imagined, one palm covering your flustered face while your thighs glistened in the dim glow of the tv. And there was your cunt, folds slightly swollen and shiny with your desire.

He would have taken a picture if he could have but that could be saved for another time.

“You’re so pretty baby, you’ve got the perfect little cunt.” Bokuto said with one of his signature grins, the ones that used to make your heart flutter back in high school when he would score a point.

His fingers were gentle, rubbing one large strip along your slit. Slowly he split open your lips, holding back the urge to drool. There was your perfect hole, fluttering around nothing.

Basically beckoning him.

“S-Stop staring Kou…” your voice was so whiny, so soft as you looked at him through tear clumped lashes. He hushed you softly, one palm on your cheek so he could have a better view of your face.

He just had to see what you looked like when he finally pressed inside.

“Can’t help it Birdy, you’re just so beautiful…” His thumb pushed past your bottom lip at the same time he pressed two thick fingers into your pussy. Your gasp was adorable, lips quickly latching onto his thumb to hide the whines.

His fingers alone were enough to cause a slight burn, the stretch feeling so much different than the one Kuroo could provide for you. It made you press your hips into his touch, your trembling fingers gripping his wrist with desperation.

Bokuto bit his lip, slowly pumping his fingers in and out. He would push all the way in until he reached his knuckles, allowing the cold surface of his rings to make you yelp every time before pulling out to just his fingertips.

He kept this pace until your hips began to match it, your adorable little body humping along his fingers as you tried your very best to keep yourself quiet.

Bokuto didn’t want that though. He wanted to hear you, needed to hear his name spilling off your lips. So he pulled his thumb from your mouth, gave your bottom lip a little tug as an act of encouragement.

“Feels good baby? Tell me how it feels?”

“F-Feels.” You were still stumbling over yourself. So cute. “Feels good…”

“Yea? I can tell, your pussy is swallowing me up.”

He chuckled when embarrassment flashed over your face, but before you could hide your face from him yet again he pressed the pad of his thumb to your clit. The action had you gasping, back lifting slightly off the mattress.

“That’s it…” Bokuto murmured, gaze locked on your face, how it scrunched up and twisted so pretty as the pleasure took over you. Your cunt squeezed around his fingers, an indication for him to add just one more.

“S’too much~” you tried whimpering at him, but Bokuto brushed it off with a couple of quick kisses to your lips. He had to prep you anyway, his cock was already threatening to rip through his pants.

When your voice heightened in pitch Bokuto picked up his pace. He brought his face close to your pussy, allowing his hot breath to fan over it. That had you grasping the cushions for dear life, a string of pleas leaving your lips.

“Want you to come on my fingers now Birdy. You can do it. It’ll feel so good. Be a good girl and cum.”

Your body reacted for you, lips hung open in a silent scream as his fingertips focused on that spongy spot within you. With a couple more tight circles into your clit you fell apart, walls clenching before gushing around his fingers.

Bokuto’s pupils blew out at the sight, nothing but primal desire flooding his system as he watched your arousal drown out his fingers. It wet his knuckles, coated his rings as he ever so slowly pulled his fingers free. The slick pop had both of you groaning softly, and he couldn’t help but watch as he spread his fingers apart to find strings of your arousal keeping them together.

He had to have a taste and refused to continue the evening without it. So he sucked his fingers into his mouth. His moan was nothing short of obscene, making sure he licked off every ounce of your essence.

You were panting as you watched him, eyes still tear glazed and body tingling as it came down from the high. When he finally noticed you staring he grinned.

But this time it was different. Not the scoring high school Bokuto, or the Bokuto who would flash this grin when he had a little too much to drink

This was different. Darker, carnal. It made a shiver travel all the way up your spine.

And yet you still didn’t say no when he told you to take your tank top off, didn’t say no when he pulled off his own black button up, back muscles rippling in the dim lighting as he pulled you into his lap.

And you definitely couldn’t say no to him when he pulled his cock free, the sheer length and girth making you whine.

He was so much bigger than Kuroo. Thicker, wider, maybe even longer.

“Shh Birdy, hold on tight. It’s only gonna hurt for a few seconds. Then I’m gonna make you feel so very good.” His reassurance puts you at ease. Kuroo had done the same for you, way back when the two of you first slept together.

Would Kuroo really be okay with this--

The gasp that was ripped from your throat made Bokuto that much more excited. Just his tip had pushed past the first ring of muscles and already there were tears in your eyes, nails digging into his shoulders at the stretch he provided.

“K-Kou, can’t, I can’t”

“Shh birdy. Remember I’m gonna make you feel good, promise.” And he really did want to make you feel good but fuck, with the way your pussy already clenched around his tip, threatened to suffocate him as he pressed in inch by inch, he wasn’t sure he’d be able to keep his cool.

You were already creaming when he finally bottomed out, your legs wobbly when they tightened around him. Bokuto couldn’t tear his gaze from his lap, where he stretched out your sweet cunt. It was already drooling, swollen from just being split open by him.

Absent-mindedly he trailed his fingers over your tummy, fingers cursorily tracing the bulge he was able to form there.

There’s no way Kuroo filled you up this good, Bokuto knew that for certain.

“P-Please.” Your voice snapped Bokuto back to reality, the whine in your tone enough to make his dick twitch inside you. “M-Move Kou, need you.”

He sighed. Of course you needed him.

With his palms firmly grasping your hips he pulled you up his cock, just enough that the tip was still edged inside before he began to fuck you on himself. His arm muscles rippled with each push and pull, his hips thrust upwards every time he pushed you back down in order to help with the momentum.

You were gripping onto him so tightly, leaving red streaks along his shoulder blades. Your moans were sweet, sweet music, filling up the empty space with nothing but babbles and cries of his name.

There was still a part of him that looked at you with disappointment, a part of him that screamed how wrong this was, a part of him that knew if Kuroo walked through the doors right now you’d probably both be dead.

But when you looked at him with a tear streaked face, lips hung in a silent cry, skin rippling due to his relentless thrusts, how could he stop himself?

He was even more thrilled when your nails dug into his skin, along his back and shoulders, even along his forearms and pecks. “That’s it Birdy, you’re doin’ so well, takin’ my cock like this.”

The wet slapping sounds soon filled up the room, along with the moans and whimpers the both of you released. With a grunt, Bokuto had your back against the cushions once more, just so he could thrust within your tight cunt harder, faster.

Anything to feel you coming around him, to feel your walls squeeze him. It was everything he knew it would be, better even.

And he knew, Kuroo couldn’t make you feel this way, no way in hell could he even compare.

You had planned to ask him to pull out. No one had ever come inside you before, except Kuroo of course. It was his way of marking you, the subtle possessiveness always coming through when he would fill you to the brim and then plug you up.

But now, as Bokuto drilled into you, showered you with praises and sweet groans you lost all thought. All you thought of was the sweet sting, the stretch his cock could provide. The way he was able to smack into your sweet spot with every thrust.

So when he grunted out a “gonna cum.” you couldn’t find the words to stop him, rather you just let your eye roll back, let out a sweet cry when one of his calloused thumbs pressed into your clit.

Bokuto’s hips smacked into you once, twice more, before his balls twitched and his load filled you up. Rope after rope of warm cum spilled into you, one last strand being milked from him as you clenched up around him, finishing only seconds after he did.

His arms were around you, holding your trembling form so tightly to his chest. He had to look though, had to see exactly what it looked like when you were filled to the brim. So he pulled up just a little bit, moaned out loud at the sight of his cock, how when he slowly pulled it out it was covered in a layer of milky slick.

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful…” He murmured, fingers scooping up the beads of arousal dripping from your used hole, only to push them back in.

He didn’t want a single drop wasted.

You were finally starting to come down from the high when Bokuto lifted his weight from you, the loss of contact making you shudder. In your right mind you could have covered up, but instead, you stayed sprawled out, lips tilted into a dumb little smile.

“K-Kou…” You murmured to him, making him look down at you as he stretched out, wincing from the marks you left that managed to break skin.

“Kuroo is gonna be so happy, you took great care of me…” Bokuto hummed, his smirk growing. He was so lucky, so lucky you were so sweet and naive.

He scooped you up then, carrying you bridal style up the stairs. As much as he would have loved to leave you there on the couch, a nice mess for Kuroo to come home to, he had to play it safe. He made sure to clean you up properly, tuck you into bed with fresh and clean clothes.

Bokuto couldn’t lose his closest ally just yet. So until then--

“I’ll make sure Tetsu knows. But you baby, I want you to keep it our secret okay? Can you do that for me?”

That sat funny with you, made your stomach tighten, just how it had at the beginning of the evening. You wanted to question him, ask why you couldn’t be a part of the discussion.

But when Bokuto loomed over you once more, one of his much larger palms easing itself over your neck, you were reminded yet again. Reminded of Bokuto and his power, his power over you.

And now over Kuroo.

“It's our secret. Remember that Birdy. Kuroo has always kept you in a cage, away from the world so others couldn’t hurt you, isn’t that right? Well now I’m going to do the same, keep you in a cage of my own, just the two of us…”

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[noritoshiikamo]

When you get time coul you do sickingly cute domestic hcs with a character of your choice, you can just straight up delete this is you don't feel like it. ~ embarrassed dragon asks

days of nanami kento, hc:

void, i know u asked for sickly cute domestic hc and i did but i cant help but twisted something at the end bcs i'm me and only pain is allowed ((jkjk void i'll write something pure sickingly cute later for you :* ) warning: 18+ minor dni, sexual content, public, eating out and thigh riding (mention of word daddy) if you read past the addendum, well uh mention of main character's death listen to beach bunny cloud 9 (slowed acoustic) for vibezz

i feel like who ever gets nanami’s heart wins at life

he would bring you flowers every time he gets home

“hello, i’m home,” you could hear his tired voice but when your face come in the view if him, he started to smile and he held the flowers to you, he wasn’t tired anymore

morning with him would be peaceful despite it being monday. you’ll wake up early, he would be sprawled on his belly, comforter wrapped around his waist with his face mushed into the pillow. your cat would be somewhere in bed, sometimes between his legs and sometimes on the same pillow as him; he loves your cat

he likes his coffee black, breakfast is just two toasted breads with spread of butter

when he kissed you, he tasted like toothpaste. you can smell his lingering fragrance from yesterday and his voice was still deep from the slumber

“good morning love.”

“coffee smells good today, did you do anything to em?”

he was shirtless you could see his back with his pants hung loose you could see his happy trails, glasses perched on the bridge of his nose with his messy hair as he took a bite of the toast

he leaned against the counter, his lidded eyes on you and suddenly you felt conscious, but you were in his tshirt and shorts and those adorable socks that looks like animal he secret loves

“you have work today?” he asked washing his hand

you shook your head, pointing to the laptop and sprawling paper works on the table, “working for home.” your body shuddered when you felt the shirt hiked up, his bare hand pressing against your waist, “good,” his voiced echoed on your ear as he pressed a kiss on your shoulder

how did it get here again? your back arching on the counter while his head mewling between your legs. his tongue is mean, it left burning trails wherever it touches, kitten licks along the sensitive slits before his lips enveloped the bundle of nerves

“kento, meetin-ahh,”

“meeting can wait.” yes it can wait until you were trembling, his arms around your waist and you were just begging him to cum and when you did he had no problem cleaning you up, eyes on you as he wiped his chin, sucking the thumb with a small smile

“thank you for breakfast, it’s delicious,” waltzing out of the kitchen with a wink like he hadn't started his day by eating you out while you sat there struggling to catch a breath

on tuesday, he took you for lunch, you went to his favourite bakery and he told the cashier that his girlfriend loves the sourdough bread their bakery made to explain why there's 4 loaves in his basket

he’ll get the same order everyday while you decided to go to the convenient store across the street because you felt like bread was too heavy for today's meal

“i’ll have another one of the croissant, she’s picky, she won’t find anything there,” he explained, pulling out his wallet

like he expected you came out empty handed, but your eyes lightened up when he held another croissant

“how did you know i won’t buy anything?”

“because i’m your boyfriend.”

on wednesday you would take him out for dinner, to that one sushi conveyor shop where they have happy hours for their sushi, its that type of night where you both get slightly wasted on beer, shoveling half priced sushis like tomorrow is the end

to nanami, money is priceless with you, no monetary value could compare to your smile as you feed him a slice of sashimi and the way i love you rolled out of your tongue when he grabbed your favourite sushi from the conveyor if she missed it

on thursday nanami looked restless. you sat at the sofa, him with a book on his lap and you going through your laptop with a cup of tea. “we have a mission coming, i’m escorting a couple of satoru’s students for their grading.”

you stared at him, cup barely got to your mouth, “you’re great, i don’t see any issues.”

“they are kids,”

you reached for his face, his face softened to your touch, nuzzling gently against your palm

“they’ll be alright.”

you squealed when he tossed the book aside, laptop forgotten on the carpeted floor and the cup carefully placed on the coffee table

your shirt slipped off your head easily while his lips never left yours

"you come back home to me alright?" you threatened, "or i'll murder you myself."

"i will, love."

on friday, nanami took you out on a date

he held your hands in the train, shielding you away from the leering men

he took you to a fancy cafe for lunch, he barely touched his food, eyes on you as you stared happily on your choice of meal

"what? is it my mascara? is it messy?" you wondered

"you look pretty today," he said, leaning to brush a thumb across your cheek

he took you to a bookstore, he followed you as you ventured through the long dimmed hallways, the smell of books overwhelmed him as his eyes burned on your back as you looked around for books, the loose material of your dress swaying around

well you did find your book, but he would hold it up high, a small smirk on his face as his fingers tapped on his lips; you got his point

so you held him against the bookshelf as you kissed him, books long forgotten, his hands under your dress as you mewled against his thighs

"let's go home," you begged but he held your waist tightly, bouncing his legs to encourage you to bounce against his thighs

"you can do it here," his lips traced kisses along your jaw, ears as you clutched his shirt, desperately rubbing yourself against his thigh. your eyes drowsy in lust, lips torn from biting too hard as you held your moans and the flexing of his thigh against your clit got your belly in knots

"can you cum for me?"

"yes, daddy,"

he smiled, "good. cum then."

you didn't get caught, but it was hard to stop people from leering at the weird wet patch on his pants as he swiped his card at the counter

you went groceries shopping, his head on your shoulder, arms around you and the trolley as you went down the isle looking for dinner idea

"what do you want, love?" his voice deep against your ears sending shudders down your spine

"anything you want."

he smiled, "well i want to marry you."

"is that a proposal in the middle of a cereal isle?" he laughed, but you can't stop the way your heart beating at the words he said. his lips pressed against the side of your face as he slipped a box of flakes in the trolley

you stopped the trolley, turned around to face him

he looked puzzled, brows up in question

"i want to marry you too."

"good, how about next monday?"

"deal."

but you woke up alone, the next day on saturday, nanami was long gone away for his mission

he left the coffee running, toasted bread and scrambled eggs in the pan and a note on a cup that said i love you, nk , his initial signed

you made yourself a cup of coffee, looking for the remote to turn on the tv

"we had lost contact with the shibuya train station, trapping approximately hundreds of people with no cell phone connection inside,"

the news anchor's word went in her one ear and another

where was nanami being sent to again?

you held his note to your heart, the coffee tasted too bitter for you today, and you leaned against the sofa

how's nanami doing?

on sunday, your ears perked up when you heard a knocking on the door

leaving the pancakes you planed to make, you wondered if it's nanami returning home from his mission

you felt slightly uneased, another set of knocking barged in, you said hold on and closed your eyes, telling yourself it's just your mind fucking with you

you smiled, feeling slightly relief as you twisted the door handle

"welcome home."

"hello, y/n?"

addendum

it was just not fair that the one time you decided to bring flower home to him, he wasn’t there to receive it.

but you’re used to it. it has been a year

all you’ll have to do is just remove the old one from the vase, add more water before arranging the bright flowers in the vase, before placing it back on his tombstone. your hand touched the cold stone, a small smile on your face as you kneeled on the grass

“hi, nanamin, i’m home.”

[lady-ragnvindr]

I feel validated ~ (and will also keep the t-word in check 😳👀)

So, the setting is omegaverse, and reader is in a polycule with Baizhu, a beta, and Scaramouche and Aether, both omegas.

Scaramouche is the brattiest and pettiest, and sometimes get jealous if he feels he’s not getting enough attention from their alpha, and is always trying to rile Aether up because he’s so obedient. He’s always getting punished because of this, having to watch as his alpha praises Aether and lets Baizhu basically milk their cock dry without giving him any. Extra whiny, needs the degradation and denial and literally hates the fact he can’t get the other two riled up so they can be punished too. When he’s done being punished though, he’ll just whine and nuzzle into his alpha’s chest to cuddle. He won’t ever admit it, but he feels the safest when they’re hugging him, and then he doesn’ feel the need to prove anything and hog reader all to himself just so he knows he’s loved. (He looks the most peaceful when he’s fucked out and purring unconsciously in his alpha’s chest, and you love every second)

Baizhu is the most level headed but also the clingiest, and is always dangling around reader some way or another (specially if reader is also a doctor or working at bubu pharmacy). He helps keep the relationship peaceful, and is also the biggest praise slut ever. (Talk about a cumslut, but he prefers drinking it than to be filled 👀). Don’t be fooled by this behavior though - he takes advantage of the fact he’s always next to their alpha, even if it’s nothing sexual, to annoy the shit out of Scaramouche, subtly riling up and clinging even harder to his alpha, commenting things that happened while Scaramouche was away working to imply their closeness, everything. And it certainly DOES get Scara riled up, bu the fool ends up discounting it on Aether... and getting even more punishment than he should. *sigh* The other two don’t notice (or at least Scaramouche doesn’t), but reader is well aware of this behavior, and thinks it’s HILARIOUS. They do keep him in check sometimes, but only in private ~ he’s got privileges, being the “peacemaker” and all.

(And is it really punishment if he’s begging for it in the first place?)

Aether, per last, is just the cutest sub. He’s obedient and sweet, and loves being told what to do and to wear the cute clothes reader buys for him. He’s just soft! He isn’t really that much into masochism though, only likes a bit roughness and a few slaps, but he makes up for it by simply loving being bred full and commanded all over, it makes him weak in his knees, ready to service. He also loves being degrade-praised (neither of you knew of this kink at first. It was... interesting), and has a penchant for bondage. Specially the ones that compliment his soft curves - it makes his alpha go crazy and mark him up all over, and he just loves it.

Surprisingly, he does get punished sometimes, even being so sweet and obedient - usually because Scaramouche pissed him off too much for him to not fight him a bit. After all, he’s soft and obedient to HIS ALPHA, and his alpha ONLY, and he’s not afraid of showing just how much reader loves him more to Scara (which is not actually true, but if you took it only by how they’re treated on the regular... 👀) He’s not nearly a regular to it, though, so he tries his best to please his alpha as well as he can because he knows he did wrong, and just want his alpha to love him and breed him full ❤️

Scaramouche, however, has no such luck. Reader knows he’s the instigator and make sure to make him suffer enough - by tying him to a chair, all gagged and bound, beads stuffed all over his hole and sliding against each other at each squirm, his cock hard and tied up with a pretty bow that does nothing but tease him, too loose to stave off the orgasm he’s been forbidden to reach, as he watches first you punishing Aether, than tiredly letting Baizhu lick the both of you clean, a reward for Aether for being so good at taking his punishment, and leaning against the headboard as you run your fingers through the blond’s hair, all the while telling how lovely and good they both are and how you wished Scaramouche was also good like them so they could give him what he deserves.

“But no, my most beloved brat insists in disobeying me and even roping up my sweet boy in his disobedience,” they say, looking him steadily in the eyes as Baizhu licks their cock over and over, already trying to drink another load straight down his throat.

Scaramouche whines gainer the gag in his mouth, squirming more desperately as the scent of pleasured alpha and cum steadily fill his nostrils, and he’s so hard and so wet and he needs reader so MUCH, and he collapse, coming untouched against his stomach and whining through the overstimulation, pleading with his eyes to get you to help him.

But no.

“Oh yes. I forgot,” you say, feeling your release coming closer already, stimulated too much by all the scents in the room, Aether who’s now licking at kissing at your neck like a kitten as he comes down from his high, and Baizhu’s sinfully long tongue wrapping around you better than any other mouth. But that doesn’t mean you’re done here.

“My dear little slut,” you click your tongue at the moan he lest our, “who can’t even take a punishment right... Should you just keep watching then?”

He whimpers in his chest as he rolls his eyes back, limp from overstimulation. This is gonna be a long night.

My brainrot is reaching levels not ever before recorded... oof~

~🐃

Everytime i see u my dear anon, i just know that i will end up cursing to whoever is up their for not making any man as desirable as these and other genshin man are 😔👊

[bruhstories]

Flowers and Vinyls

Summary: You and Porco are neighbours. You also despise each other. Pairing: Porco Galliard x Fem!Reader (modern AU) Warnings & Content: language, softdom!Porco, softsub!Reader, thigh riding, unprotected sex, spanking, oral sex (male receiving), alcohol abuse, enemies to lovers Word Count: 2.2 k

A/N: Porco deserves some love, too! I also really wanna give Connie some love, too.

You hated him, you loathed him.

To you, Porco was the most insufferable person to ever walk on this earth, strutting his pushed back hair, with his stupid undercut and his silly little upturned nose. You wanted to gouge his eyes out, but that would only land you some time in jail. He was your next-door neighbour both in terms of accommodation, and in terms of work. You owned a small flower shop at the ground floor of your townhouse, he owned a record store placed strategically wall-to-wall with yours — naturally he lived above it. Marcel, Porco's brother, was seemingly a nicer person, but he wasn't always there when you needed him to shut his little brother's mouth — or music. Not only were you two bickering like petty children, you were also complete opposites — he was edgy and brash, you were dainty and solemn. He always wore dark colours, you were dressed in pastels. And to make matters worse, he was best friends with your best friend!

Pieck was completely oblivious to the fact that you two hated each other, both bitching to her, unaware of the other's complaints. She always told you, separately, that perhaps you just need to get laid with one another and get over it. Impossible, for you despised each other. And when Pieck invited you to a small party at her place, you were not expecting to see Porco there. At first, you wanted to turn around and leave, but your friend talked you into staying, promising that Porco was actually a good guy, and that you didn't know him well enough. Oh, how wrong she was. He was evil incarnate, he vandalised your shop after you called the cops on him. Nonetheless, you stayed at her party, opting to spend some time with Reiner and Colt, avoiding Porco at all costs, because if looks could kill, his would smite you.

What you didn't know was that a conflict was taking place inside his tipsy brain — should he kill you or fuck you? Despite your differences, Porco couldn't deny that you were a very alluring woman, hips swaying every time you walked and an ass that could raise the dead. And he saw Colt glancing at that ass, prompting him to drink some more. On the other side of the room, you told Pieck all about how your date stood you up and you were quite sad, opting to drown the empty feeling in your chest with cheap vodka and tequila, and that combination did a number on you. You weren't shitfaced by any means, just drunk enough to feel the music better, taste the liquor better, smell Porco's perfume better whenever he walked past you. God, he intoxicated you more than the alcohol could, and you were beginning to wonder if Pieck was right — maybe you didn't hate him, maybe you needed to fuck him, relieve the sexual tension. But how? What if he did hate you and you'd only make a fool of yourself? The questions were grinding your gears and no amount of tequila could help you get them out of your system. You settled on ignoring them.

"We're gonna split a cab." Porco explained, a bored, inexpensive look on his face.

"Hey, 'm not poor, aight? I can afford a f-fuckin' taxi." You poked his chest with your index finger while losing your balance and falling into his arms. He quickly released you once you regained control of your legs, his eyes drifting elsewhere, crimson creeping to his cheeks.

"We literally live next to each other, but if you wanna go all by yourself, fine!"

"I haaaaate you, Pokko, d'you know? I especially hate that cute nose! Boop!"

He was so done with your attitude, your gestures, your voice, his brows furrowed and lips pursed. But Pieck really wanted to make sure you got home safe, and Porco didn't want to disappoint his friend by letting you loose in a stranger's car, especially since you were drunk and vulnerable. He was an asshole, but he wasn't that bad. Not that you could realise that, anyway.

"Just get in the car, Y/N." He rolled his eyes and opened the door once the yellow taxi pulled over. You stopped between him and the car, nose and cheeks pink from the alcohol, and leaned closer to his face.

"D'you also know I really, really wanna ride you?" You whispered in his ear before stumbling inside the cab, giggling like a schoolgirl. "Ah! Evening, mister!"

"Jesus Christ..."

The entire way home you drove Porco insane with little touches, whispers, obscene proposals. He could feel his cock twitching in his pants but he didn't want to take advantage of you. Yet the more you looked at him with hunger in your eyes, the more he couldn't think rationally — he, too, was drunk, after all. When you got out of the car you almost fell face first, but luckily, he caught you, your hand accidentally brushing his thigh in the process. God, he hated you.

"Come inside!" You looped an arm around his neck for better balance. "I gotta give you your money b-back."

"It's fine."

"No, no, I insist."

"You're so annoying, you know that?" Porco walked with you, perfectly aware of how much he'd regret this night.

"Close the door behind youuuu!" You kicked your shoes off and grabbed the collar of his leather jacket, practically dragging him through the hallway, into the living room. "Sit!"

He could say no. He could just walk out. But he didn't want to. Not anymore.

You rummaged through a drawer looking for some cash, taking your sweet time to do it. The way you were bent over, the tight skirt revealing just an inch of your red panties, sent Porco down a rabbit hole of dirty thoughts. Every gesture, every word uttered so nonchalantly by you made you both forget the turf war you both started, the atmosphere slowly becoming more intimate and sensual. You swayed your hips from side to side, opening another drawer and digging through the clutter.

"Hey, Pokko? Do you think 'm pretty?"

The question caught him off guard as you turned around, no money in your hands. He raised his gaze from your skirt to your eyes, frantically nodding his head.

"Yeah."

"Then why did I get stood up?" You pouted, walking to the couch. Porco swallowed hard when you took a seat on his thigh, his fingers digging into the sofa. "If 'm pretty, why don't men want me?" Your hands rested on his shoulders as your hips slowly rocked back and forth.

"I- I don't know." He pursed his lips, unaware of what to do. Usually, he wouldn't have any issues with situations like this. But it was different this time because he really wanted to shut your srupid mouth up — or maybe Pieck was right and all he needed to do was fuck you.

"Do you want me?" You asked, head tilted, movement stopping.

"God, yes." Porco grabbed your nape and pulled you into a sloppy kiss, his other hand desperately tugging at your tank top strap. You could feel your panties dampening under his rough touch and hot kiss, your hands removing his jacket as quickly as possible. "I'm gonna fuck you on that table first." He picked you up and slammed your ass on the dining table, earning a moan out of you. "Then we'll take it to the bedroom." Porco removed his shirt while you pulled your underwear down.

"Fuck me wherever you want, just fuck me!" You begged, legs spread and lust in your eyes.

"Shit, I knew you were a little slut under all that soft girl crap." He unzipped his jeans, letting them fall to the ground while he pulled his cock out. You took a good look at it, teeth digging into your lower lip.

"Aren't you gonna finger me first?"

"You didn't do anything to deserve it. But I'm in a good mood." Porco sneered before he spat on your wet cunt. The disgusting gesture made you purr like a kitten, proving him more that you were indeed a filthy whore. He dragged the tip of his cock up and down your slit, slowly pushing it between your folds as you threw your head back in pleasure. "Fuuuck, you're so tight, so wet."

"Oh my God, go deeper! Please!" You pleaded, voice low and seductive.

"Look how good you're taking it." Porco praised you, fingers digging into your skin before he started rocking his hips. It truly felt that your pussy was made just for him, the silken walls clenching around his hard cock making him grunt with every thrust. Your legs wrapped around his waist and you both realised just how much you needed this, the hate you had for each other melting away, replaced by lust and desire.

"So b-big 'nd hard-" You mumbled incoherent words while one hand found your neck, calloused fingertips squeezing the skin.

"You've no idea how much I wanted these hands around your neck." Porco groaned, his thrusts faster and harder. "Who knew I wanted to fuck you, not kill you?" His thumb parted your lips and you hollowed your cheeks around it, sucking on it like a lollipop. "Good girl. Bedroom, now." He pulled out and you almost cried at the empty feeling between your thighs. You took his hand in yours and guided him to the room — just as pastel and cute as your personality. Porco spun you around, giving your ass a firm slap before bending you down. He pressed hot kisses on your hip and lower back and you threw your head back to look at him.

"Stop t-teasing me!"

"Jeez, aren't you greedy? I thought you hated me." He laughed into your skin, the vibrations tickling your flesh. Porco couldn't abstain any longer, one hand grasping your hip, the other pushing his cock back into you. Inch by inch, it disappeared and he let out a satisfied groan.

"I still h-hate you!" Teeth sunk into your lip to stifle a moan.

"Oh, really?" He thrusted so deep that you lost control over your arms, head falling onto the mattress. Another deep thrust and you shot back up with a growl. "Talk shit and I might not let you finish." His threat alerted you and you bucked your hips, walls clenching around his cock.

"It would be a shame if you f-finished first." Your voice was cocky, targeting that huge ego of his. It was effective — Porco's hand travelled between your legs, fingers rubbing your swollen clit and you moaned in extasy, adrenaline rushing through your veins.

"N-not fair!" You squirmed and whimpered, tears of pleasure pooling at your eyes.

"We're not playing fair." He wrapped his other hand around your neck to pull you closer, back hitting his chest. The room smelled of sex and jasmine incense and it drove you mad with lust. "Oh, what's the matter? Are you coming already?" He mocked while fucking your desperate cunt.

"Yes! God, yes!" You cried out, the climax blurring your vision.

Despite your pleas that you couldn't take it anymore, Porco kept thrusting deeper into your numbing pussy, his fingers bruising your skin, his teeth sinking into your shoulder. He was an animal, everything about him was instinctual and filthy and you hatedloved it. Your silken walls clenched around his cock again, and he was impressed that you still had some fight left in you.

"That's right, milk me dry, you dirty whore." His disgusting words reignited the dying fire inside your core and you bucked your hips against his, the friction and pressure making you come undone a second time.

"Fuck!" Was all you could say before collapsing onto the mattress, body limp and exhausted.

"Damn it, Y/N. I said milk me dry." Porco grabbed a fistful of hair and turned you over, yanking your head back to shove his cock down your throat. How on earth did he have so much stamina? You hollowed your cheeks and triedto suck, but it was him actually fucking your pretty mouth. "Are you gonna keep being a little bitch?"

"Nu-uh!" You shook your head, the word muffled by his girth. Your cheeks were burning from the lack of air, your eyes watery and red.

"Good." He groaned, thick, hot strings of his seed shooting down your throat. "Swallow." Porco held your head back as he slowly pulled out, the bitter taste lingering on your tongue.

You laid on the bed and pulled him next to you, unaware of what to do or say. Your body relaxed when he looped an arm around your shoulders, your head resting on his chest.

"Do you still hate me?" He asked.

"It depends. Are you gonna blast music at three in the morning?"

"Yep."

"Well, there's your answer." You laughed and planted a kiss on his cheek.

"Listen, I'm not sorry you got stood up tonight. I mean, I am, but I'm not-"

"Porco, stop talking. It was never going to work out with him, anyway."

"Fair enough." He shrugged, lips pursed and eyes narrowed. "What if I take you out?"

"Like a date, or a murder?"

"It depends. Are you gonna call the cops on me again?"

"I'll try not to?"

"A date, then."

[get-shiggy-with-it]

Ch. 3

18+ MINORS DNI

Pairing: Shigaraki x Dabi (just this part), Tomura Shigaraki x fem!reader (very brief and vague reference to Dabi x Hawks)

Word Count: 3.4k

Warnings: smut and feels, it's literally just smut, blow jobs, friends(?) with benefits, blow jobs, anal fingering, light degradation (both for shigs and reader), could maybe be interpreted as slight dubcon, dirty talk, slutty dabi, dabi is an asshole, so is tomura, reader has gender neutral pronouns, I'm keeping it fem cause Shigs hates women and calls them that

Ch. 1 | Ch. 2 | Ch. 3 | Ch. 4 | Ch. 5 | Ch. 6

Summary: In which the boys share in some good ole roommate bonding activities and Tomura has a blow job induced epiphany.

AO3 Mirror

Taglist: @dillybuggg (shoot me an ask if you want to be tagged and make sure to check my rules!)

Dabi’s mouth was wet and so fucking warm as he swallowed around Tomura’s dick.

“Oh fuck…” he groaned as Dabi hummed around his length and did that thing where he flicked the ball of his tongue ring over Tomura’s slit.

Bright blue eyes stared up through deceptively long lashes, smirking at the way Tomura drooled as he got his soul sucked out the tip of dick. The mattress underneath him creaked despite the negligible weight of both their bodies. Dabi settled on his stomach between Tomura’s pale thighs leaving fingerprint bruises in soft flesh.

They did this sometimes, though he wasn’t quite sure when exactly it started. Dabi had been his randomly assigned roommate freshman year and he grew so used to living with him that the two of them had just silently, yet mutually agreed not to fuck something up that wasn’t broken. They both berated each other for their strange and somewhat disgusting habits—Dabi would say that Tomura was a gross shut-in creep who needed a fucking shower and Tomura called Dabi out on his slutty pastimes and obsession with piercing the hell out of every available inch of skin.

And sometimes they sucked each other off.

It was overall not a terrible arrangement—Dabi got his fill of dick and Tomura could no longer be made fun of for being completely inexperienced. Plus, as much as he was loathe to admit, Dabi was really fucking good at oral. Like, demonically good. He’d been going down on Tomura for so long now too that he’d learned all the things that had him spilling onto that pierced tongue in minutes.

Tomura jerked from his thoughts when two, lube slicked fingers prodding at his ass.

“Dabi, what the fuck are you—” he protested, wiggling his scrawny hips up the bed and inadvertently letting his cock slip out of the inviting heat between his roommate’s lips.

He couldn’t see much other than the shaking mop of black hair and pale hands with chipped black nail polish digging into his legs, yanking him back.

“Shut up freak,” Dabi slurred, words slick with spit and Tomura’s precum. Dabi said it tasted like battery acid, but it never stopped him from guzzling it like he did with cheap whiskey and cigarettes on the weekends. “I know you like it.”

He did like it, but Tomura wasn’t about to contribute to the fucking evil grin Dabi was giving him as he circled the tight ring of muscle, slipping in a finger to the first knuckle.

Tomura’s head flopped back on the pillows as he bit back a low moan, “Fuck off.”

“If you say so,” Dabi shoved his finger in roughly, squeezing a second in behind it and letting Tomura bask in the burn of being stretched too quickly before ripping his hands away.

“No!” Tomura wailed pretty fucking shamelessly and grabbed the retreating wrist, placing Dabi’s tatted hand back on his dick that throbbed and leaked painfully.

“Dude, what’s gotten the fuck into you?” his roommate asked, smirking still, but pumping Tomura's cock loosely nonetheless. “Our walls are thin as hell, you know I can hear you jerkin' it in here every night, and now you’re practically begging for me to suck you off. Usually I gotta come to you.”

He was infuriatingly right again.

Tomura had indeed asked for him to do this, which was definitely out of character for him. Most of the time when they ended up in this position, it was because Dabi spent hours hounding him about it or just fucking dropped to his knees and whipped Tomura’s cock out in the middle of a movie night or snuck into his room while Tomura was gaming and swallowed him whole just to laugh at the way his online friends reacted to the noises.

He’s just been so pent up lately, and you insisting on fucking touching his arm or sitting on the floor between his feet at League meetings was really not helping it.

“I don’t know,” Tomura lied, both to Dabi and himself in the hopes that the head of black hair would just go back to bobbing on his dick like he so desperately needed it to.

“Bro, I have fucked with enough people to know when they’re wishing I was someone else,” Dabi scoffed and ran a blessedly hot tongue from base to tip and suckled softly at the blush pink head before pulling back with a wet pop. “So who is it?”

“I’m not fucking thinking about anyone,” Tomura hissed, fisting Dabi’s spiky, black locks and thrusting into his mouth till he felt the contractions of Dabi gagging around his length. “Usually you're jumping at the chance to get dick in your mouth, so why does it matter?”

Dabi pulled back, wiping the silvery string of spit leaking past his lips away and scowling as his fingers ghosted over Tomura’s balls and sank back into his pliant ass.

“Seriously creep, I’m five seconds away from ghosting and you can fuck your hand like the sad little bitch you are. So tell me their name or I’m walking right now.”

Tomura huffed as he felt Dabi’s long, rough fingers pulled from him again and the heat of his mouth growing farther away.

“Ugh fine, it’s that bitch I’ve been working on the English thing with.”

Dabi made a face like his brain was buffering.

“Seriously?” he asked, mouth gaping in a way that had Tomura even more furious his dick wasn’t buried in it.

“Yes!” he shouted and grabbed Dabi’s cheeks in both hands, sinking past his waiting lips and practically purring when he felt them close around the base as his long tongue massaged the shaft. “Oh god yes…”

Dabi rolled his eyes, managing to look smug even with a cock stretching his lips taught against the piercings. He used to try and tease Tomura about how small his dick was, but it was hard to believe him. Especially with how he choked sometimes when Tomura got rough with him despite his boasts of lacking a gag reflex. Not to mention how he looked now, jaw probably aching with the stretch and loving every second of it.

Tomura lazily bucked his hips up and whined high when the fingers in his ass curled and thrust against that fucking spot he hadn’t known was there until Dabi found it for him.

The pleased sound he made tapered off into a growl though, when his roommate with questionable benefits pulled off again to run his slutty fucking mouth.

“Tell me about it,” he mumbled, kitten licking at Tomura’s cock and running the ball of his piercing through the slit again. Tomura gulped when he pulled it back into his mouth to swallow the bead of precum he’d collected. “I’ve seen your fucking paramour around before, pretty serious about school though. And kinda out of your league too, not gonna lie. So, what would you do if your cute little partner was here instead?”

Tomura bristled at the insult but couldn’t keep his pissed off look when Dabi went back to sucking his cock like a pro and curling those fucking fingers against his prostate. When he did speak, he blushed hard at the way his voice cracked and sounded like he was crying.

“I don’t fucking—holy shit—know,” he gasped and Dabi hummed both to egg him on and to get a whole new wave of precum gushing out of Tomura’s dick.

“C’mon man,” Dabi groaned, and Tomura distinctly heard the sound of a pants zipper and felt Dabi’s hips canting against the sheets.

That fucking masochistic whore. He would get off to Tomura dirty talking about someone else while he sucked his dick.

He considered stopping the whole thing right there, but then Dabi was sinking a third finger into his ass and thrusting hard while he hallowed his cheeks around Tomura’s cock and sucked—

“Tits!” Tomura cried and covered his burning, red cheeks with his hands. “I want to put my fucking face in them and taste them in my mouth. Sometimes I can see the outline of their nipples when we’re working and the air conditioning comes on and I want to suck on them so fucking bad I can’t think about anything else the whole night.”

Once he got started, Tomura found the words just spilled from him like a dam had burst. Dabi, the depraved bastard, groaned loud and ground his pierced dick harder against the mattress as he continued to deepthroat Tomura’s cock and fuck his ass at that perfect angle.

“Sometimes when they drag me to their stupid club I lose the rounds cause I—oh god, oh fuck—just imagine them in my lap, sitting on my cock and fucking writhing and squeezing me while we face off. Such a fucking—Dabi more!—stereotypical try-hard, bitch but I want to be inside them so fucking bad,” he felt actual tears stinging the raw corners of his eyes when Dabi sped up on his dick.

Tomura scrapped his nails against Dabi’s scalp, holding on for dear life as his breathing became even more ragged than usual. His friend’s cruelty streak reared its ugly head as Dabi sensed the tensing of Tomura’s balls and the clench of his tight ass and slowed down a fraction, keeping him teetering on the edge of an explosively pleasurable release.

“Fucking asshole,” he growled, but didn’t dare try to fuck Dabi’s face lest he make good on his threat to leave Tomura high and dry. “I just—shit, ah, don’t stop—they talk to me sometimes and I just wanna suck their tongue into my mouth so they shut up and I need to hear them fucking falling apart or using that stupid, stuck up teacher voice on me and fucking my ass—Dabi Fuck—is that what you wanted to hear?”

Dabi, because he got off on being a little shit, gave him one last delicious swallow before pulling back and fisting Tomura’s sopping wet cock. The fingers had stopped thrusting and were now pressed hard against his prostate, sending shocks through his body and making him twitch violently as his blood rushed with endorphins. He never stopped grinding his own dick against Tomura’s cotton sheets the whole time.

“You got it bad huh, don’t ya creep,” he mused, letting a fat glob of spit fall from his lips and keep his palm slick. “That’s the most I’ve ever heard you talk about fucking anything, much less another actual person.”

“No I fucking don’t, “ Tomura writhed against the pillows, giving in to the undeniable urge to simultaneously fuck up into Dabi’s hand and ride his fingers.

“Who knew you were such a desperate whore, falling for the first person to show you a modicum of attention,” Dabi jeered and squeezed the tip of his dick hard, listening to Tomura let out a choked sob. “I’m actually kinda proud of you, bro. My little incel baby’s growing up.”

Dabi cooed at Tomura, sinking sharp teeth deep into the meat of his thigh and sucking a bruise into the flesh.

“You’re the one—nghh—getting off on it,” Tomura clapped back but didn’t bother denying it again.

There was a sense of dread growing in his gut alongside the mounting pleasure of his orgasm that Dabi was currently holding hostage. Dabi may have had a dickish personality just as massive as the actual dick that was currently painting his comforter in stains, but he knew Tomura.

And he did, admittedly have much more experience with these types of things.

“Fuck yeah I am,” Dabi grunted. “Last time I let you return the favor you bit my fucking cock. I gotta get off somehow.”

“Don’t say rude shit to me and I won’t bite you.”

“Watch it, Tomura,” Dabi huffed and nipped at his thigh again. “You should be thanking me for my services.”

“Not if you’re gonna keep running your mouth instead of sucking me off,” he tried to sound intimidating but he was well and truly wrecked and couldn’t find the energy to give his words an edge.

“You should ask them out,” Dabi continued, ignoring the failed attempts at banter. “Bring ‘em over or some shit. Maybe then if I lock down that blonde piece of ass I’ve been talking to, we’ll both have much more interesting things to go down on.”

“Your whore ass is the one always jumping me, don’t act like it’s a fucking chore,” Tomura groaned as Dabi started licking at his cock again, pressing sloppy, half kisses on the tip as he jerked it in his fist.

“Not my fault I get bored sometimes,” he replied and closed his eyes as Tomura clenched particularly hard around Dabi’s relentless fingers. “But seriously, you should go for it. I’d kill to find out if you’re just as bad at eating pussy as you are sucking dick.”

“Fuck y—” Tomura started to say when Dabi reared up till they were chest to chest and their foreheads knocked together.

“I fucking will if you don’t shut up, creep, and I think it’d be so much better if you handed your fucking virginity to that pretty little partner bitch instead,” he said and stunned Tomura into silence when he licked into his mouth.

Dabi had kissed him before, but Tomura could count the number of occasions on one hand and almost all had been when his punk ass roommate was drunk as hell and in his feels about some tortured past. But Dabi’s eyes were bright and lucid now, blinking down at Tomura as he dragged their tongues together, flooding his mouth with the faint taste of cigarettes and jizz.

Their cocks brushed together too, the stimulation making Tomura whine into Dabi’s lips, who dropped a merciful hand down, taking them both in his fist and began pumping.

He didn’t stop as he pulled back, grinning down at Tomura like a fucking maniac—all shitty tattoos and silver piercings. The little barbels that stuck through Dabi’s nipples brushed against his own and made him moan at the cool metal and hot skin on his sensitive chest. Tomura was fucking sensitive everywhere, as Dabi had helped him discover, probably from a lifetime of being touched more by cheap sweatshirts than human hands.

“Now,” Dabi grunted as he thrust loosely against Tomura’s cock and his own fist before pulling away to settle back between his legs. “Shut up and cum down my throat—gotta give your virgin ass a refresher on mind shattering orgasms, so you know if that bitch is any good or not.”

Tomura’s tongue was halfway around a witty comeback when Dabi swallowed him to the hilt once again and started working his ass even harder. He really fucked hoped the neighbors were not home to hear him get his shit rocked at 2pm on a fucking Tuesday, cause Dabi might have been flunking out of his classes but he’d get a goddamn A plus for sucking dick.

The hand on his thigh, spreading him open, migrated to his hip so that Tomura could snap his legs shut hard around Dabi’s ring littered ears as he guided Tomura to grind down on his hand. The pressure in his gut built up exponentially higher now that Dabi wasn’t trying to hold him on the edge of climax. It took an embarrassingly short amount of time for him to acquiesce to Dabi’s request, as he tightened up in a full body clench before gripping Dabi’s hair and spilling rope after rope of hot, sticky release straight onto his roommate’s tongue.

Dabi, the fucking slut, made a show of swallowing every drop that spilled from Tomura’s abused cock, milking his prostate the whole time and only letting Tomura slip from his mouth when he was soft and finally spent.

The fingers in his ass remained though, still for the most part and slowly dipping in and out every so often. Tomura whimpered and clenched but was somewhat thankful for the remaining feeling of fullness.

“So, did you really mean all that?” Dabi asked with his signature smirk. “You really want your group project partner to cockwarm you and fuck your tight little ass?”

“Fuck off,” Tomura scowled and smacked Dabi hard across the face with an errant pillow.

Dabi yanked it from his grasp and tossed his ammunition onto the floor. “Hey, it’s not actually too bad in here,” he wiggled his fingers for emphasis which elicited an embarrassingly high gasp from Tomura, “give ‘em my number if you need a reference for asshole tightness.”

“Get the fuck out of my ass and my room,” Tomura kicked at Dabi’s back as it shook with laughter that lacked it’s usual jeering bite.

“What? Saving the cuddles for your new S/O?” he shot back, nuzzling his cum and spit covered face into Tomura’s neck.

With their chests pressed together, Tomura could feel the cooling, sticky remnants of Dabi’s own release coating his stomach. He squirmed against the sensation and pushed at the offending chest until his friend flopped down onto the scant space left between the mattress and the wall.

“Ew,” Tomura ran a finger through the mess Dabi had left smeared on him. “I’m taking a fucking shower.”

“God, finally!” Dabi exclaimed, throwing his hands in the air and producing a cigarette from god knows where. He let the paper rest between his lips unlit. “I should have thought about getting you fucked out on the reg earlier, creep, if it’ll stop you smelling like ass.”

Tomura launched the discarded pillow which hit it’s mark with a dull thump.

“You better be fucking gone when I get back,” he hissed and stumbled naked, on shaking legs into the hall and to their shared bathroom.

Dabi’s cackling followed him until the door shut and the lock clicked behind him.

Tomura turned the water on quickly, letting steam cloud the mirror before he jumped under the spray. The only products on the shelves were Dabi’s for the most part with the exception of a store brand bar of soap and some 3 in one shampoo, conditioner, and body wash.

Tomura knew he should clean himself more often, but his skin was so fucking raw all the time it hurt to do, so he mostly avoided it unless the smell got really unbearable—or Dabi was painting him in jizz whenever the opportunity presented itself.

He tried to get in and out as quickly as possible so he didn’t have the opportunity to think too hard about the admission his fuck buddy roommate had pulled from him mid blow job. Because if he did—in his post nut, clingy state—he’d most certainly imagine you were with him, tits pressed against his back and your soft, insistent tongue dipping past his lips, tasting like fruit gum and expensive cafe drinks instead of nicotine and cum.

And he really couldn’t handle that. Cause Dabi was right, he had something fucking bad for you and the thought of another rejection loomed large.

When he did towel himself off and shuffle, still naked back into his bedroom Dabi was nowhere to be seen. Tomura’s phone however, was left sitting right next to the jizz stain on his sheets. He frowned at the open balcony door where Dabi was no doubt smoking and snatched the device before tumbling onto the pillows.

He powered it on and scrolled through his notifs before one caught his eyes. You and Dabi were really the only people that ever texted him, but the contact name above this one had changed.

bitch (endearing)

— hey, starting an impromptu round of Smash soon if you’re interested <3

The stupid text heart made his chest throb and he stared at Dabi’s new nickname for you, not even noticing the fucking grin that tugged at his cheeks.

He bit his lip to stop the twitching when it pulled too hard at the chapped skin and scrambled for his clothes before shooting a quick confirmation text back. Tomura opted for his only pair of black jeans this time instead of sweats and the least stained sweatshirt he owned.

Dabi peaked around the corner when he heard the clink of Tomura’s keys. The bastard was smoking in just a pair of underwear that left half his ass on display for all the whole fucking street. He smirked, quirking his eyebrows and bringing his hands up to slip his index finger through the circle he made on the other hand in a silent, vulgar gesture.

“Screw off,” Tomura shouted over his shoulder and made for the door.

“Wrap it before you tap it, bro!” Dabi called after him, cut off by the subsequent slamming.

Tomura took the stairs two at a time, pulling out his phone and tucking the hood over his damp hair, this time to hide the growing smile playing at his lips.

[lilykenz]

Round 1 ❥Kenma x f!reader

❥ Word Count ~ 1.6k

❥ Warnings ~ ⚠️ 18+, smut, female reader, edging, mention of alcohol, kitten play, dd/bbg.

❥ Summary ~ You’re visiting Kenma’s house for a fun hangout, yet things change -very- quickly when he catches your admiration.

❥ This is my first one-shot with the ‘you’ perspective! Please be gentle!!! Do not repost anywhere but I do appreciate reblogs <33

“YES! HAHA! New high score!!!” Kenma roared.

The shout made you jump in your seat and jostled your attention from your switch to him.

Kenma pushed himself with his upper body away from the computer desk and slid the rolling gamer chair back. With one movement, he unfolded his legs (which had been at his chest) and hopped to his feet. This guy really sat in weird positions while tending to his hobbies. Some of which made -your- back ache in protest. How’d he do it for hours at a time?

“We should play a round next!” He strained out in that cute higher pitch he gained when he stretched.

Was he talking to his friends over the mic? Or to you??

The heaviness from your handheld sat in your lap. Muscles flexed beneath the sleeves of his baggy black hoodie. It happened again when he brought those arms forward, pulling his hoodie tight at the back. The nape of his neck clenched just before he rolled his head. Long black hair faded to dirty blond messily draped over his shoulders, which was pulled back in a loose bun.

Damn..Long hair like that easily gets tangled up in a fist…You could hear your heart beginning to race and mind slipping into what you called “the gutter” all too often. A familiar heat swelled beneath the handheld, causing you to wiggle in your seat in a desperation to quell the discomfort.

He leaned forward, the tight denim jeans he wore hugging his calves, thighs, and ass. The world slowly tilted sideways while you watched. A pair of golden feline eyes glinted over his shoulder at you. But your mind continued to roam. Your breathing quickened and came out in soft little huffs. Did he absolutely -have- to have clothes on??

“Tch. Perv”, you caught him muttering when he placed his controller down with a clack on the desk. He turned around, his expression stern and unamused.

Uh oh. I know that look. You tried to swallow and bit your dry lower lip. Kenma was no longer in his normal playful mood. Flicking his nose with his thumb, he sniffled and glanced off to his left. Your gaze slowly followed to the right and stopped at the wide open door.

The arcade room door slowly shut and you watched as Kenma’s right hand stayed on the knob. His left hand fanned on the frame for support. The muscles in his back were again visible when he hunched forward against the door. A big sigh sounded before he straightened his back and casually turned to face you. One finger wagged with a tsk noise.

His walk possessed confidence with a stroke of sass. A nervous tension rose within you, as did something else. Your legs fidgeted together to hide the growing ache. Last time and the first time, Kenma had been so shy. So gentle. You could have sworn somewhere in the slew of your regular texts over the past week that he was going to try something. Something new.

And the vibes he was giving off were -definitely- new.

Kenma picked up the controller he had previously placed on the desk, opened a game, turned the stick to where the vehicle he controlled rammed against a wall, and left it idle. He straightened again and cleared his throat, the look on his face unreadable. But his eyes. His feline gaze shook you. It wasn’t a look of gentleness. Quite the contrary…

“Do you remember last Wednesday night?” His words purred into the silence and made you shiver.

You shook your head slowly, wracking your brain for evidence of what might have happened that night. The only thing you remembered was having too many daiquiris. And texting Kenma. You remembered the action of doing so, but your words were lost in a big drunken blur. A big swallow was your answer aside from your denial and you could feel your heart beginning to race. Shit! Shit! What the hell did I tell him???

A soft purring noise sounded when he approached your chair. He’s…he’s purring?? Kenma squinted down at you, mischief clouding his golden eyes. Slowly, he lifted and placed the switch off to the side of you. He then grabbed hold of the edge of the chair with his right hand. A grin spread across his face, loosening a few bang strands.

“Need I remind you, kitten?” His words hung on a low growl while he hovered over you.

“Wait…Kit-“ you began to say, but the words were lost in a squeak of surprise. The controller vibrated against your lower thighs. All you could do was pant out nervously, feeling your face heat up. You shot a look of desperation up to meet his, only to be met with hunger. Prowess. Possession. The vibrations continued further along the crease between your thighs.

Warm breath tickled your ear, “wait? Oh no. You’re a -good- kitten, remember?” The name calling was enough to make you melt, but paired with the praise, you couldn’t help but whimper. You didn’t have to see his face to hear the grin and scoff in response to your reactions.

The cruel handle of the controller hovered just above your clit. Layers of clothing didn’t matter. Your thighs clenched together from the sudden jolt of pleasure. A gasp followed by a whimper hung in the air and your lips began to quiver behind your shaky breathing. Kenma slipped his warm fingers beneath your chin and tilted your head up in place. Soft lips just barely brushed against your own.

“Uh-uh.”

The controller pressed harder against your swollen heat and up into you. Wave upon wave of pleasure surged through your shaking body and you couldn’t help but gasp, moan, and whine. He edged the controller down into the crease of your thighs, making your legs spread. A purr of approval sounded from his throat.

His waist rocked just inches from your view past his gaze. A tent formed beneath the taught denim. Pulsing. Throbbing. You reached out to assist when another pang of pleasure pressed against your damp folds. Your grasp found the bagginess of his hoodie, instead. More whimpers and moans sounded out from your parted lips against his. There came a soft hum from them as he chuckled.

“I could listen to these sounds of yours all day. You’re such a good kitten. Daddy approves very very much.” The words were like a drug of ecstasy.

Gawd. Fuck. Daddy???

The title whispered just barely beneath your breath against his mouth. Something warm and wet traced the contours of your lips. Another surge washed over you. The controller dipped then rubbed up and down your pussy in between your trembling legs. It was too much. You couldn’t last another second.

The vibrations pulled away for just a moment and you caught a growl with the delicious taste of his breath on yours. “Uh-uh…Finish when I want you to.”

His words were like velvet. His stare held you captive. You needed him so badly and yet he just continued to edge you on. Each time you came close, he’d pull away. Soft whimpers replaced your exhalations. His head would tilt up each time just barely and the creases of his full lips would curl. Sounds of indulgence of his own trickled into the air. Kenma was getting off without even touching himself.

“Say it, kitten.” He commanded lowly, the velvet thick enough to send shivers through you.

One end of the handle pressed roughly against your clit, the other against your folds. You couldn’t handle it anymore. Pleading cries answered him.

“Oh? Please? Please what, kitten??” His words sounded through grit teeth and his body began to show signs of strain.

“Please, daddy? Let me finish. Please?? Please please please” you begged. Fuck your pride.

A sexy grunt sounded after a chuckle. Kenma’s lips pressed to yours; that slender tongue exploring the confines of your mouth. Claiming them. It wrestled with yours. The vibrations pressed into your sex. Rubbing.Teasing. Kneading. Your breath shortened into quick pants. Trembling in desperation, you hesitated for a moment. Your hips began to sway into the controller a few times. Just a little more. Your thoughts imagined the tool being something else. Him. All of him. You needed him. Your body tensed and a bout of cum coated the fabric of your panties.

Hums of approval egged you on when he didn’t move the controller. With each wave of pleasure, your grip on his hoodie tightened. After the third time, the vibrations at last ceased. Yet the ghost pleasure remained while your pleasure-high receded.

“Goood girl” he purred between kisses, “fuck”, the end of the curse emphasised. He pulled away and with it, your lower lip, when he bit on it and tugged. A sly grin etched on his face as Kenma stood up straight, peering down at the sight of you.

“You’ll have to come over again. Maybe for dinner, a movie, a game or two. I can show you a few tricks.” He laughed at the possible dual meaning behind the last comment.

His glance followed yours and he lifted the black hoodie to further reveal his taught jeans. A blush coloured his cute fake-shocked expression when he met your gaze again.

“Yes! You did this. I might let you take care of it next time. We’ll see, kitten. In the meantime, Daddy has a meeting in a few minutes about the next online tournament.” He turned around and sauntered back to the door, taking the controller with him. He wanted you to notice the arousal in his step. The tease.

As soon as that door opened, his demeanour changed a little. He was back in his normal, playful mood. Back to cutting up with his online friends. You slumped down into the chair cushion, trying to catch your breath. A feline stare squinted back over his shoulder at you. You tensed. Then he winked.

[echo-of-sounds]

lay back and relax

Small smut drabbles of you helping Aizawa and Toshinori relax.

Sorry this is later than usual. I got a kitten today and he’s taken up most of my time.

Don’t like/Don’t read: rimming, anal fingering

Aizawa Shouta

The bathroom door opened rather forcefully. Shouta heavily trudged into the bedroom, throwing his clothing to a chair and missing. He paid them no mind and brushed his hair, ripping at the knots, pulling his head with the movements.

You put aside your phone to put his clothes in the hamper. You stopped his hand next, removing the brush from his throttlehold. “Let me,” you hushed his grumble.

Wet strands felt coated and glossy. The conditioner wasn’t rinsed out properly. You didn’t mention it as you gently worked through the knots, bottom to top, freeing his hair. It also shed tension from his shoulders and loosened his neck.

You set the brush down, turned him around, and cupped his cheeks, bringing him down for a kiss. He lazily reciprocated. You used two fingers to trace his happy trail. Coarse hair moved with his unwinding breaths. You tugged one. Then plucked a few. 

Shouta’s hand snatched yours, seizing your taunting. He grumbled, “Either do something or don’t.”

Your tongue slipped past his lips. You untucked the towel and tossed it to the side, whispering into him with a smile, “Let me finish helping you. Just lay down and relax for me.”

His warmth left as he did as you said. To start, you kneeled between his legs and took his head in your mouth. It prompted him to buck deeper. You popped him out, chiding, “Christ, Shouta. Learn how to wait.”

“Hurry up.”

“Baby, relax. That’s all you have to do,” you mumbled against his shaft, letting your lips and tongue touch every inch of his faint bitterness, slowly kissing to his base. Your mouth caused cute little twitches. You licked up his underside, flattening your tongue over him with plenty of pressure before drawing him inside, wanting him fully erect ahead of continuing. 

And that happened swiftly, probably due to his stress. Your hand took over for your mouth while you kissed down to his balls, nipping the pensile skin, goading him to buck again. You clenched him sadistically tight, getting only a small sigh in response, then let go completely. 

With thighs on either side of you, heated, wet, leisurely lustful skin stuck to yours. You spread his legs wide and sucked his balls. But after covering them with enough saliva, you continued on again, repositioning to lick downward. 

Hair fuzzed your tongue, coarse yet rousing. Bristles cleared around his ring, allowing you to fully taste his soft, sulcus surface and natural salt. You switched between kissing and licking and sucking. The latter was preferable. His rim swelled into your drinking lips, puckering at your tongue’s lightest touch, trying to reap more of you inside.

Shouta was quiet like usual, reclining back and enjoying your attention. His hand wandered over his abdomen and chest, occasionally pausing on a nipple or briefly feeling his erection, teasing himself with one or two strokes. 

Sighs sounded when you pushed the tip of your tongue past the ring of muscles. They deepened when you edged in, lapping and sweeping as you pleased. To hear more of his beautiful baritone groans, you gripped him, tugging firmly.

“Fuck,” he rasped and thrust up. His hand took over your pumping, faster and harder. An attractive flush colored his neck.

You pulled away to ask something, but fingers twisted in your hair and yanked you back. He groaned, “Don’t stop.”

A huge smile stretched your lips as you returned, prodding your tongue, sneaking in every couple of licks. You grabbed his hips. That combined with his rigid hold and humping forced you snug into him, providing more depth for your tongue to play. You moaned, sinking as deep as you could reach, stretching and working the contracting muscles.

His fingers turned into a vice, keeping you still for him to rut against and work himself to his greatly needed finish. And with a jerking hand and heavy groan, he released onto his stomach, slumping almost immediately. 

You jumped up, quickly wet a washcloth, and returned. You crawled up his hot body, literally and figuratively. Hair plastered all over his face. You wiped the light layer of sweat away, earning a kiss from him, then cleaned his abdomen.

“Thank you,” he droned.

“No problem. Get some sleep, baby.” You kissed his forehead and left him to rest.

Yagi Toshinori

“What’s wrong?”

“Today was stressful.” Toshinori tossed his coat aside and untied his tie. Or tried to. It tangled in on itself.

His fumbling fingers dropped.  You dealt with it. As you unknotted it, you asked, “I’m sorry it was so bad. Is it anything you want to talk about? It might help.”

“No. I just want to forget about today.” 

When you freed his tie, he plopped to the bed, rubbing his face. In the quiet room, you kneeled between his knees and undid his shirt’s buttons. His body gave in to your care, letting you take control to slip his arms out, then move him up the bed to rest on the pillows. Next to be removed were his belt and pants. 

You kissed around his face, from his forehead to temple to cheek to jaw to chin. By the time you met his lips, they curved into a smile, gladly receiving yours. His boxers didn’t hide the supine arousal from your thigh. You murmured, “Will you let me take care of you?”

“You don’t need to…”

“I know, Toshi. You always say that.” You kissed his neck, aching to travel downward. “I want to. You deserve to relax.”

He sighed in agreement, opening his neck for your mouth. A blush wasted no time in blooming. Unhurried and attentive, you kissed and nipped and licked his chest, trailing to his boxers. The waistband snapped against his light-haired happy trail nicely when you plucked it. 

But you didn’t tease him. He couldn’t take it. So you slid the last bit of clothing off. His legs opened instinctually for you to sit close. Settling comfortably, you embraced his quivering erection and carried on with your doting kisses, nurturing it to grow. You whispered to the smooth skin, “All you need to do is lay back and relax for me.”

Toshi sighed again, craving and wanton. His head slicked into your mouth, trickling bitter salt. The taste didn’t deter you. It was his, and you’d gladly feed off him whensoever, suckling him clean and empty.

He breathed your name. Without him speaking it, you knew what he wished.

“I love you,” you hummed. 

You tilted him and lapped up his underside, flirting with his balls each time your tongue touched his base. Precum dribbled onto his stomach. He said something in a low rumble but you could infer what it was. 

To please him, you sucked his balls, nursing a deep groan from him. It shifted in the warm, wet sheathe of your mouth. His legs spread more for you to fondle his sweet spot. It always provoked the most beautiful sounds, the grandest blush, and the softest look in his eyes. 

And his reactions increased the more you gave. You dropped the one and focused on the other, twirling and tending to it just as he needed. Groans and sighs mixed. Your tongue rolled between the two, over the loose skin, jostling them around in their pocket.

Toshi rolled his hips when you sucked one. A hand landed on your shoulder, keeping you steady for him to gently sway, making you moan, feeling his ball nudge deeper into your mouth, pushing the free one against your cheek. 

His erection slightly blocked your view, but you could still see his bashful expression. It’s like he didn’t want to enjoy it, yet his sighs, flush, and mellow humping told you this was exactly what he loved. Though he’d never ask for it.

Swirling some leaking saliva onto a single finger, you rubbed his rim. He gasped and thrust hard. His hands jumped away from you. “I’m sorry, sweetheart. I didn’t mean to.”

“It’s okay, Toshi. You can buck if you want,” you mused.

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

He always thought he would, regardless of the fact he’s never come close to it. You assured him, “You won’t. Just enjoy yourself.” 

You cradled him in your hand again and faintly drifted your tongue along him, savoring the smooth, saltier, stimulated skin. It fluttered between your lips, near ready to finish. 

His hand returned with need. Your mouth renewed its actions, renewing his groans. Using spit, you wet your finger and stroked the circular muscles. They pinched at your soft edging, slowly adapted, then welcomed your exploring.

“Further,” he panted, digging his fingers. You sunk knuckle deep. You pumped his ball with your mouth, tensing and straining it. He grabbed himself, instantly clamping around your finger, cumming on his abdomen with a heavenly, handsome groan.

Toshi laid sprawled out while he caught his breath. You withdrew your finger and, after cleaning it, curled up beside him, admiring his full-body flush. You kissed his cheek. “Feel any better?”

“Much. Thank you.” He gathered you in his arms, kissing all over your face. “I love you too. You know that, right?”

“Of course I do. And I’ll happily make you feel better any day.” 

[b0ba-chan]

Be a Good Girl

summary: Mattsun and Suna have their way with you

pairing: Matsukawa Issei x fem!Reader, Suna Rintarou x fem!reader

word count: 1468

warnings: drug use, filming, mild noncon, mild degradation, spit, threesome, unedited, squirting, GIANT HORSE COCKS

a/n: self indulgent ( was listening to the I Love You album from the neighborhood if u wanted to listen along. specifically Float)

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Smoke looms in the air and your mind is so fuzzy, mushed in between Matsukawa and Suna as the neighborhood echoes in the room. You could barely keep your eyes open when Issei runs his fingers through your hair, leaning to get more of his touch. He scratches your scalp and watches you lean into his hand. Moving his hand to cuff your jaw, his thumb grazes your bottom lip as he takes a hit from the joint and passes it to Suna. 

He holds the smoke in his mouth and leans down to kiss you, passing the heavy smoke to you as he pulls you onto his lap. When you start to feel like you were losing your breath, you try to pull away, but Issei keeps you close. Your weak punches to his shoulders do nothing as he keeps your head close with one hand. The other hand grip your hip, pushing you down to feel his growing cock. Your mind got fuzzy at the feeling of his cock pressed against you as well of the loss of breath. Issei pulls away from your lips, noticing the bright pink adorned on your cheeks as well as the single tear streaming down your face.

“Poor, kitten,” Issei chuckles and gently pat your cheek, “did I take your breath away.” Brushing your hair from your face he leans in to kiss your nose. “C’mon, gotta share that pretty mouth of yours.” The taller man picks you up as if you were nothing and places you on Suna’s lap. You part your lips obediently, keeping your hands on his bare shoulders and occasionally toying with the gold chain. 

“Such a good girl, aren’t you,” he laughs a bit at your eager nod, taking the last drag from the joint and putting it out. He leans in and passes you the last hit, holding your hips to stop you squirming on his lap. Your hands run down his bare chest, trading spit with him as he helps you grind down on him. He starts to tug down your cute booty shorts along with panties. You hand try to push his hands away but he continues anyways, getting your under half naked. Fingers start to trace your sopping slit and teases your clit, his mocking coo echoes in your ears, “already so wet, baby?”

Whining, you look towards Matsukawa for help, but you can see he’s just turned on as Suna. Your body shivers at the feeling of Rintarou’s mouth latching on your neck, sliding two fingers into your hole. “Do you trust us, baby,” his breath tickles your neck, causing you to giggle a little, finally nodding. You grind down on his working fingers, treading your finger into Rin’s thick hair. 

“Lucky kitty was able to get the last hit,” Issei grabs your jaw and you open your mouth for him as if it’s a natural reaction. Smirking down at you, he starts to purse his lips as he lets the spit drip from his mouth into your mouth. Before you swallow, you stick your tongue out for him to see the tiny pool of liquid. As you swallow, Rintarou bends his fingers, making you choke a little on the liquid. He pulls his fingers out of your sticky hole and smacks your thigh. Issei takes off his shorts and Rintarou passes you to the older man, sitting you down on his lap. Suna gets up, mumbling something to Issei which you didn’t pick up.

“Let’s fill you up, shall we?” He lays you on the couch, sitting in between your legs. His cock rests on top of our stomach and you shiver at seeing the sheer size of it. “I-I don’t think it’ll fit, Issei,” you stumble on your words, looking at where it rests. Mattsun frowns at you, leaning over a bit to cuff your cheek. “You won’t be a good girl for me then? I can always find someone else.”

Your eyes widen at his word and you shake your head, tears threatening to spill. “No! I’ll be good, I’ll take it,” you whine and bite your lip to hold back the tears. His smile comes back and mumbles something along the lines of “good girl.” Teasing the tip at your hole causes you to arch your back as the simple touch. You’re already heaving, the smoke in the air has died down but your head still feels like clouds. As he pushes past the rings of soft muscle, he moans at the feeling of no resistance and only suctioning coaxing him in. your gentle slaps on his arms, trying to tell him to slow down gets you nowhere as he aims to bottom out in one stroke.

After bottoming out, he holds still to look down at you and watch how you’re holding up. Tears are streaming down your raw cheeks, chest heaving as you’re trying to catch your breath. His calloused hands run up and down your sides as if he’s telling you to calm down. His hand rests on the lower part of you abdomend and presses down. Streams of please leaves your lips, not knowing exactly what you’re begging for. You felt too full, not being able to bat his arm away and all you can do is cry and beg.

He starts at a punishing pace, moaning at how loose and compliant you are, too weak to fight back anyways. “Such a slutty hole. Just what it needs, a thick cock to fill you up and pump cum in you?” He laughs mockingly at you as you could only nod, chanting his name out like a prayer. He doesn’t even have to find the right angles to have you creaming all over his cock, every stroke forcing a scream out of your lips. You were already so drained, your foggy mind can’t comprehend the hand going back to grab your jaw, opening your mouth again on instinct. Your tongue lolls out as moans continue to be fucked out of you. Spit dribbles slowly from his mouth to yours, letting you savor the taste of Issei.

Issei moans as he watches you swallow, burying himself balls deep into you and spurts of cum fills you up. You cream once more as he cums, whining at the feeling of being filled. He coos at your teary eyes and your heaving chest, pulling out to see cum dripping out. “Now be a good girl and let Rintarou use you,” Mattsun gets up and Suna comes to sit on the couch, pulling you on his lap having your back against his chest. He slides you down on his cock, pulling a strained whine out of your throat. You peak your eyes open lazily as his cock keeps sliding is, feeling just as big as Issei. When he bottoms out he holds your hips and tilts your head to look at Mattsun who held a phone, recording the both of you.

You gasp as you try to turn your head and cover your face. “No no, princess, look at the camera, show how much of a good girl you are,” Suna keeps your face turned to the camera, smirking because he has been recording you and Mattsun earlier. His cock is resting deep in you, his free hand rubbing your clit aggressively. You squirm on his lap and moans loud as Rin’s hand moves from your jaw to your throat. “Do you think I can get her to squirt?” Suna smirks at Issei and the camera as the other man laughs and tells him to do so. The fingers don’t let up and his other hand tightens around your throat. You weakly grind your hips on his cock and fingers, spraying juices all over the surface in front of you and you scream at the intense sensation washing over you. They both laugh and Issei brings the camera closer to your stuffed cunt.

Rin started bouncing you on his cock, using you as a toy as you stay limp in his hands. The camera moves up to record your face and Mattsun pats your cheek, cooing, “So pretty, honey. Only we can make you feel like this, right?” Your nod is weak and your eyes are glazed over, small whimpers are fucked out of you. As pretty as you are on the phone quality camera, you look even more sweeter in person. Issei pokes his thumb in your mouth and you suck greedily, eyes rolling back as Rintarou pumps you full. “Look at this cumwhore, all she needs is to be stuffed with two loads and she’s pleased,” Rintarou laughs in your ear as embarrassment flushes over you, “Say bye to the camera, sweetie.” 

Rin bites your ear, you whine around Issei’s thumb, and Issei stops recording.

[yourdaddychan]

triggers — bathroom sex, oral [ female receiving ]

word count — 1.8k

note — pwp here we go boys 😎 happy new year el oh el

pairing — stripper!hyunjin x female reader

"Y/N~" Your mother's voice rang out from the phone held too close to your ear. You winced, holding it far from you.

"Yes, mother?"

It was her birthday, and just so happened to be the anniversary of the divorce of your parents. So of course, your rich and carefree mother decided to spend the night at a club.

"You have to come," She insisted, almost whining at this point, "Minho will be coming too!"

Ah, yes, Minho. Your charming, yet freak of a best friend. You didn't even know the definition of horny before you met Minho. He wouldn't miss up an opportunity to see some skin.

"Come on, Y/N, pleeaasee~"

"Alright, fine," You sighed, cutting her off and ending the call. "I'll be there, don't worry about it."

You tugged at the bottom of your shirt and stepped out of the car into the chilly night air.

"Y/N!" A male voice called out your name. You turned, watching as the figure who called out your name smirked, tucking his hair behind his ear. "Missed me?"

"As if, Minho. You barely give me any space to miss you." You huff, crossing your arms and pretending to pout.

"Aww, don't pout at me, I know you love me~" He teases, poking at your cheek.

"Are we going or not, sloth?"

Your best friend hooks his arm into yours, forcing you to walk in step with him.

"You better stay with me, Minho. I swear, if you lose me, you'll lose your head too."

"I wouldn't lose you, I'm responsible!" He protests, tossing his fluffy hair indignantly.

You raised an eyebrow, ignoring him and stepping through the entrance of the club, immediately blinded by the flashing lights.

You estimated it was about two minutes into the night when Minho's arm loosened in your grip, and after mouthing drinks, he disappeared in a flash, leaving you alone.

You sighed, turning your attention to the dancer walking to the stage.

Responsible, my ass. Minho really knew how to annoy the shit out of you. Oh well, you reasoned. As long as you were here, you might admire the handsome man who was currently walking to the stage as if he owned the place.

He had a certain aura to him that you couldn't pinpoint. He was almost ethereal, the way he flipped his chin length blonde hair, turning to wink at the crowd. You needed to get closer.

You pushed your way through the screaming crowd, somehow making your way to the front.

The dancer turns to look at the crowd, and he looks directly into your eyes. Your breath stops. As his brown eyes kept contact with yours, he steps up to the pole, and he dances.

You had never been more focused in your life. All you could see was this man, the way he moves his body, and every step he took. The way his flexible body wove around the pole, as he maintained blowing kisses and winking at them. It was exhilarating, addicting, and you needed more.

He licks his plump lips, concentrating on flipping his body around the pole. You're so entranced, you don't even notice as the man rests his eyes on you. As he bites his lips at the almost immediate thought of you crying for him, begging for him.

The dancer takes a breath, trying to keep his cool. But how was that possible when you were there, with your eyes widened and your jaw dropped? It was too much for him. He just had to talk to you.

You rinse your face in the bathroom, looking at yourself in the mirror. That show was really something. Your cheeks were flushed, and you were covered in sweat. The image of the dancer was still engraved in your head, refusing to let itself out.

You sighed as you patted your cheek with a spare beauty blender, touching up your makeup. Oh, the things you would let that man do to you. It was unfair, really, how his sheer beauty left you weak in the knees. How a simple lip bite from a man you haven't even seen before left you wet and bothered. Unfair was the only word to describe it.

Lost in your thoughts, you don't notice as a tall figure walks up to the open restroom door, knocking at it softly.

"Hi, there~" You jump as a soft voice greets you. You swore you were alone in the bathroom when you arrived. You turn towards the voice, protectively holding your beauty blender out.

The voice chuckles, and the figure steps inside the bathroom to show himself. Oh. Oh shit. You were fucked.

Standing in front of you was no other than the pole dancer you just saw.

"Hwang Hyunjin, nice to meet you. And you are, babygirl?" The dancer extends his hand, expecting you to shake it.

Babygirl. The name makes you weak, shooting any comments you had out of your brain. Your head was empty, with the only thought being babygirl.

"I-uh..." You finally reach out a hand, meeting his midway, and shaking it. "I'm Y/N..."

"Y/N. What a pretty name for a pretty kitten." The dancer, no, Hyunjin, releases his grip on your hand, now putting it gently on your shoulder. He leans closer.

"Well," Hyunjin whispers, "I'm glad to see I have such an effect on you, babygirl." He draws out the word, making every syllable weaken your defenses.

You whimper, and wince after. How did this man have the ability to make you puddy in his hands so easily? You couldn't tell if you hated it or loved it.

"Don't worry, kitten. You have an effect on me as well. I saw you cheering for me, and well..." Hyunjin exhales, gesturing towards his bulge.

You widen your eyes. That was all you? A sudden surge of confidence overwhelms you as you step closer to him and nip at his neck, drawing a moan out from him, and tug at the bottom of his shirt.

Hyunjin tugs your shirt off, catching your lips in a harsh kiss. He desperately licks and bites at your neck, sucking at the exact spots that make you whimper.

"I'm going to make you feel so good, babygirl," He breathed in between his kisses, diving back in to suck at your neck, and drawing a strangled moan from your lips. The stripper bucks his covered hips into yours, bulge growing by the second.

"Just fucking do it already." You hike his shirt up and took it off, shirt soon followed by his sweatpants.

"Fuck..." He moans at the sight of your naked bodies pressed together, seen clearly in the mirror. "Such a pretty little babygirl, hm? A good little toy for me to play with?"

His large hand cups your jaw, tilting it for another intoxicated kiss. Teeth clashing as he kissed you, Hyunjin drops his other hand down to play with your gathering stickiness.

"A-ah.." You let out a whine, bucking your hips in his hands as he rolls your clit in his fingers easily. Your hands gripped his shoulders as he broke away from the kiss, easily picking you up and setting you on top of the counter. He swings your legs over his shoulders, dipping down so his face could meet your heat.

"Smells divine," He comments, gathering your juices with his fingers and sucking them with a pop. "Tastes divine too, baby. And your moans? Sound divine."

He brushes his fingers against your clit to make a point, as you whimper with the slight touch. The dancer knew what he was doing, how he was affecting you. And he loved every single second of it.

Hyunjin licks a bold strip of your heat, sighing with pleasure as you threw your head back.

"So reactive, kitten. So easily, too, hm?" He tilts his head playfully as you try not to glare at the cocky man. "I believe I asked you a question, baby. I expect you answer it."

"I'm sorry... I do react too easily, but I can't help that you're so hot!" You rush, trying to find any reason at all to defend yourself.

Hyunjin drags his fingertips lightly on your inner thigh, looking into your eyes.

You shivered. His gaze was piercing, darkened with lust. You couldn't look away.

"So hot," Hyunjin finally responds after too long of a silence. "You're cute, too cute. I can't wait to ruin you. To see your eyes puffy with tears as you beg me to let you cum. Oh yes, we'll definitely have fun."

He licks your inner thigh, watching you struggle to keep your legs open for him with a smirk playing on his lips.

"Still open? My good girl." A rush of pleasure speeds through your body as Hyunjin says those words, making you feel proud of yourself. Good girl. His good girl.

He nips around your throbbing heat, licking and biting at your inner thighs and paying no attention to where you needed him the most.

"Please..." You finally beg as his nose brushes against your clit for the tenth time, shooting euphoria throughout your body, and disappearing in an instant.

"Please what, babygirl?" His breath is hot against your heat, the change in temperature making you wetter than before. "I need you to use your words," He practically purrs, obviously enjoying watching you squirm and beg for him.

"M-make me feel good," You stutter, your brain clouding over with how needy you were for Hyunjin.

"M-make you feel good, huh?" He mocks, scoffing at how far gone you were. "I haven't even properly touched you, babygirl. So sensitive, hm?"

You nod, eagerly waiting for his mouth on you dripping heat.

He smirks, lapping at your heat gently, and drawing back immediately.

"Hyunjin!"

"Needy kitten." He clicks his tongue in mock disappointment, and laps at your wetness again, making you throw your head back in pleasure.

Your eyes roll back in bliss, and all that could come out of your mouth was his name. Hyunjin.

"Fuck! Hyun-Hyunjin!" You scream out, making the blonde boy in question raise his head, cocking an eyebrow at you. "Shh, now. We don't want anyone to hear, do we?" He presses a tiny kiss to your clit, and starts nipping at the sensitive bud.

Your hands find themselves in Hyunjin's hair, and you tug at his loose tendrils, eliciting a deep groan.

"Such a good babygirl." Words of praise continue to leave Hyunjin's mouth as he dips his head back down to lap at your heat feverishly, causing you to feel such pleasure that your thighs start to shake.

"Hyunjin..." You pant as you feel your high approaching, and you buck your hips up against the dancer's tongue in need.

To your dismay, he suddenly pulls away with a soft smack from his lips, making you whine from the ruined orgasm. "Oh trust me, baby, we aren't done yet," He chuckles, reaching out to grab your chin and tilt it towards him. "Our first time can't be in a dirty bathroom, now can it, babygirl?"

[datsrightbby]

Marko + David (TLB) x Fem!Reader

Insatiable Habits

Warnings: NSFW/Smut, cursing, voyeurism, threesome

It had started off as subtle teasing at first, the kinda stuff that made you blush. Like, a gloved hand skimming your thigh and creating shapes across the exposed skin, or a lingering kiss on your neck, and the occasional whisper in your ear that had you burning crimson red and burying your face into the crook of his neck. It was the minute his palm went that bit higher on your thigh, the minute his thumb ghosted over your clothed crotch, did you start feeling flustered to the point of rubbing your legs together in need of friction. 

Not often did you and the boys stay back at the cave the whole night, but tonight was one of those rare occurrences when all of you were content staying in. David took full opportunity, of course, and kept you on his lap. The night had just begun to seep into early hours of the morning, which reminded you -

"Don't you guys need...food?" It's not as though you were ignorant to the fact of what they were, it was more so you'd refused to fully wrap your head around the idea that the four guys you met, one now your boyfriend and mate, were violent in any way. Though if you could avoid talking about it, or thinking about it for that matter, then you'd be okay. 

"Dude, I’m starving -" 

" - Yeah we should leave before the sun starts coming up." Marko remarked, putting down his sketch book and standing up to tug his discarded jacket on. You went to move off David, but his hand on your hip kept you in place on top of him, the subtle gesture telling you that he planned on staying with you. The boys gave you both a once over as they headed toward the stairs, smirks decorating their features at the sight. 

"Guess David's passing up tonight for some other kinda food." Paul hollered and Dwayne sent you a wink, which internally made you roll your eyes, but you grinned back at them anyway. Marko had hestitantly headed towards the steps after them, albeit a few strides behind -

"Marko!" There was a pause as Marko's attention turned back around to David, eyes skimming across your figure before focusing intently on the man who's lap you resided. 

"Stay." It wasn't a question, it was a demand, and Marko didn't seem to have much to say about the ordeal. You couldn't pinpoint why David had asked Marko to stay behind as it was implied, from both the endless teasing and staying behind, that the two of you were gonna do a little more than some heavy petting. David reached into his pocket and pulled out a cigarette and lighter, lighting it in one attempt and taking a deep intake, exhaling toward the ceiling as to not get smoke all over you. 

Marko had resided back to the couch, while you and David shifted against each other, you placing little kisses on his jaw as he blew smoke toward the ceiling again. 

"Why did you ask Marko to stay behind?" You whispered lowly, hoping he couldn't hear. 

"I have an idea." It was all he said before dipping his fingers into the waistband of your underwear, your head fell back and you let out a low, breathy moan as he rubbed languid circles against you. The cigarette he lit hung loosely from his lips, ash falling onto his lap haphazardly. In the corner you heard Marko shift in place and you panicked, reminding yourself of his presence and trying to pry yourself away from David's fingers, which had now entered you and pumped in and out a few times. There was no reaction from Marko other than staring at the sight in front of him, though you were sure he wasn't expecting to see David’s fingers working sinfully against you when he looked up from his previous activity.

"Relax kitten, I know what I'm doing." You looked up at him in both shock and confusion, but didn't question his motives, he'd never done you any harm before and you trusted David. Perhaps, if you hadn't been so worked up from his endless teasing all night, things would be different under the same circumstance, but that was neither here nor there. Relaxing into his touch, opting to close your eyes and focus on the feelings rather then the wandering eyes, you allowed for the situation to continue.

"Let us hear you -" David's voice growled in your ear and you moaned explicitly, louder than you had expected.

"That's my girl." You whimpered and bucked your hips up into the palm of his hand, knowing he was smirking down at you right now. 

Your arousal laid thick in the air to the vampires, it was sweet and intoxicating, and Marko swallowed thickly at the scent of it. Just when you felt as though your high may have been approaching, David pulled out and sucked on his fingers, licking off any trace you'd left on them. Marko watched you intensely, eyes lingering on any exposed skin they could get too. You felt erotic and filthy, but in the best way possible. The way the two looked at you sent goosebumps flying across your skin, it was as though you were the prey and they were the wolves, every fleck of color in their eyes had turned to black in desire and need, and you knew where this was headed simply by how they stared at you. On somewhat shaky legs you stood from your spot on David's lap, he waved his hand in Marko’s direction as if to tell you to go over to him -

“Remember you’re still mine.” Nodding, you thumbed over his jaw before sauntering over to Marko, who'd watched your every step approach him. In a surge of confidence you placed your hand on his shoulder, laying him back against the couch, sitting on his crotch with your thighs either side of him. You grind against him slightly, noting that his cock was already hard as sin. Marko let you have your fun, looking over to David who only watched while smoking the remains of his smoke, with a nod from his leader he had all the knowledge he needed of the situation. This wasn’t planned, but Marko was aware David knew of his feelings for you and it seemed he was letting him indulge a little. Instantly he had spun you both over, thrusting against you, a moan skipping past your lips. You'd been teased all night, so feeling his erection right where you needed him most, well, it was heavenly almost. 

"You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this." Marko teased your neck with kisses and nips, his eyes closed and he inhaled your scent; the way your hair smelled, the arousal between your legs, the perfume you wore, you were intoxicating and it's no wonder David could never keep his hands off you. Who could resist you?  

David had long stubbed out the rest of his cigarette as he watched the two of you toy with each other and tease, he watched as Marko whispered dirty things in your ear and how you replied with giggles, and he soon unzipped his fly and freed himself of the restraints his cock was behind, stroking himself at the sight of the two of you. This wasn't just because he knew you found Marko cute, or the fact that he knew Marko had been in love with you since he met you, no, this was David's fantasy too. 

It didn't seem long before Marko had ripped your clothing off of you, you'd responded with as much fervor. His hands roamed every inch of you in eagerness, he relished in the soft curves of your body and the way you shivered beneath him. It seemed too good to be true, having you here now was better than he had ever imagined. Marko kissed down your body, nipping here and there, which caused him to grin up at you every time you jumped. He stared at you for a moment, breath heavy and chest heaving, eyes pleading with you -

“Please let me have a taste?”

You weren’t sure if it was a question for you or David, but you’d instantly whined out a ‘yes’ and he wasted no time working against you. His tongue teased your clit in circular motions and you shook underneath his grip on your thighs, hips moving up against his mouth in need of more friction. The desperateness of the night took over you; David’s consistent teasing since you’d arrived, your forgotten orgasm from David’s fingers, and now Marko’s tongue wickedly lapping against you, you couldn’t help but huff out in neediness. Your head lolled to the side and noted David palming himself through his jeans, it appeared he was enjoying this just as much as you and Marko. A bite on your thigh had your attention back on the curly haired blonde in between your legs in an instant, he grinned and delved further into your wetness, giving you the relief you’d been craving.

“Use your fingers, she likes that.” Per David’s request Marko’s middle and index finger entered you and your head fell back against the couch, hands holding his head in place as his tongue roughly explored every inch of you. You couldn’t help the curse words that slipped, and the slap on your thigh because of it had you whimpering. 

“I - I think I’m gonna cum” Marko only sped up his ministrations, adding another finger inside you, stretching you out, he played with the spot that had you shaking the most until your body was overtook in blissful release. Never once did he stop, even as your hands attempted to tear him off of your spent body, he continued until he was sure the taste of you was burned into his memory. His body moved up you once again, claiming your mouths together in a sloppy kiss, the taste of your arousal still heavy on his tongue. His mouth moved from yours to you ear -

“I’m gonna fuck you so hard you’ll feel me inside you for a week.” he whispered so possessively it had you clenching around nothing and praying he’d live up to the promise. The sound that came out of you was borderline pornographic, though you were beyond modesty at this point. Marko lined himself up with your entrance, looking down at you for silent permission, you wrapped your legs around his waist and pulled him close, his cock slipping into you with ease and stretching you out deliciously. Between Marko’s moan and your choked sob, you knew you were gonna crave the feeling of him being inside you for weeks after,  he was inside you raw, and he took a moment in awe to rejoice the feeling of you, knowing it was probably the only time he'd ever get to have this experience, and he wasn't about to let this go to waste. He was going to fuck you so good you'd remember it forever, remember him forever. The pace he set was fast with deep, hard thrusts that had you clawing at the couch underneath you to keep you still. Your mouth hung open from the intense feeling of him pounding into you, your lips spewing out a mantra of curses and Marko's name. 

“Do I fuck you good baby?" You moaned louder at his words, trying to find the will in you to focus on anything other than his cock filling you to the brim with every movement of his hips. When you didn't answer him, he opted to slap your thigh, an echo wondering around the cave because of it. 

"Tell me."

"Y-yes - you feel amazing- ugh" 

Your head coaxed to the side, noticing David had now freed himself and was stroking his cock to the same pace Marko fucked you at. "Oh fuck -"

You didn't know who to look at; Marko fucking you into next week, or David getting off to the sight of you being fucked. It was overwhelmingly sexy having the two men desire you so greatly, being shared between them made you feel powerful. 

David watched your thighs flex around Marko’s torso, the way you threw your head back in pure pleasure, how Marko’s cock disappeared between your legs over and over again. He stood and sauntered over to the two of you, placing his cock at the tip of your mouth, asking for entrance into your, all too willing, mouth. You happily accepted and took as much of him as you could fit at once, though David soon had a hand on the back of your head and his hips thrusting his cock into your mouth. All you could do was relax and let him take you, forcing yourself to hold back chokes and spit as he fucked your throat with ease, all while Marko rammed his painfully hard cock into you, your thigh now over his shoulder and the new angle allowing him to be so deep inside you it hurt, in the most pleasurably painful way. It wasn’t long before you felt your second orgasm build up, the aftershocks of the last one still lingering and causing you to tremble against the two men ravishing you, tears spilled from your eyes as Marko fucked you through it. Soon your body was convulsing and shuddering underneath them, David’s cock still deep down your throat, and Marko’s deep inside you. You clung onto Marko’s shoulders for dear life, heat spreading throughout your entire body and turning you numb as you tried to adjust to the overwhelming sensations, both of them were close, from Marko’s messy pace to David’s twitching cock, you moaned around him to spur him along, while Marko chanted out in whines as his release approached -

“Don’t you dare cum inside her.” Marko did as he was told and pulled out quickly, spilling himself all over your stomach, David soon cumming down your throat and making you deep throat him as you swallowed every last drop, you grabbed his thigh and squeezed, a sign that you needed to stop and relax a minute, which he did immediately, tucking himself back into his pants and leaning down to your eye level. 

“Are you okay kitten?” You nodded, noting how your body ached from the rough actions it had endured. Marko placed a kiss on your cheek, wiping away a few stray tears. “You sure? I can get you anything you need.” You gave him a weak smile and stroked his cheek, trying to reassure him as best you could that you were, indeed, fine, but fucked out. 

The boys helped clean you up and take you over to the make shift nest David had built you a few months prior. Though, one question lingered in your mind. Where does your relationship go from here?