#him into the covers and his dick back in its warm sheath..

[weremonsterteeth]

Werewolf boyfriend breeding you in your sleep.

The scent of your arousal coaxes him awake, blinking into consciousness with his snout resting atop your head as he softly squeezes your body which his arms have encaged against his. He noses your hair, breathing in deeply.

So fucking good.

You always smell great to him, but something about this is new. His hold around you tightens, pressing you closer to his chest. He doesn’t know when his hips began rutting slightly upwards into you, grinding his bare cock against your ass as it swells from its sheath. His hand seems to move with its own will, trailing down your body until he feels your wetness coating his digits and clinging to his fur. A sleepy, appreciative sigh leaves your parted lips at the contact.

How are you already this wet, little love?

His chest begins to rise and fall heavily, fanning warm huffs of air over your sleeping face. You look so peaceful. Free of this world, your mind was elsewhere and your body was left here with him. His to protect and to care for. His. Before he can think better of it, he’s slipping a finger into you, whimpering at the way your soft warmth takes him in.

You recently confessed your long-held fantasy about a scenario similar to the one currently playing out in your bed. He had asked for a bit of time to get used to the idea and you agreed excitedly, leaning in to tell him he can let you know when he’s ready by having you wake up covered in his cum. He’d sensed your sexual frustration building over the days.

Truthfully, he feels a bit embarrassed by what this is doing to him. Having you pliant and vulnerable to use as he pleases. He always makes sure to be careful with you, putting your pleasure before his own. He knows what it means for you to be with him and he isn’t sure how he would feel if you saw him like this: helplessly driven on by your scent, lapping the juices from his finger with a low growl before sinking it slowly back into your dripping cunt.

Not wanting to wake you, he watches your expression with half-lidded eyes as he pushes another digit into your entrance, carefully stretching you. Your brows turn up and your mouth falls slack, blissed out from whatever you’re dreaming while both his fingers curl up into you. He takes his time, completely hypnotized by the sight of you opening up just for him, taking everything he gives, loving the feeling of your wetness soaking into his fur. Your cunt squeezes around his fingers so sweetly. You nearly send him into an early rut when you start grinding your clit against his palm, easy breaths becoming labored as you unconsciously fuck yourself on his hand.

He can’t help it. He presses every bit of himself to you that he can, lining his dick up at your entrance. He needs more of you, needs to feel you, needs to be closer.

He slowly enters you with his length — inch by tortuous inch — until the knot near the base of his shaft nestles against you.

He tells himself he isn’t going to fuck you like this. It would be too selfish of him. He wants to be so good for you. He wants to see your eyes rolling when he's pounding into that spot that makes your speech slur, wants to tell you how perfect your pussy feels choking his knot and milking him for everything he's worth when he finally lets himself enter you completely.

You stir slightly, hips rolling in languid circles as you sigh contentedly and adjust your position. Just a few small movements have him gripping at the bedsheets and hoping you won't be too upset about having to replace them for a second time this month.

You're moving again, shifting back into him and securing your heat even more tightly against his knot. The friction elicits a loud groan from your lover.

Oh. Fuck.

Even like this, you’re acting so needy for him. Nose trailing up the back of your neck, held flush to the skin, breathing in your overwhelming scent again and again. It’s far too much. He grasps your hips and presses himself into you with a snarl.

Oh god. You smell like his fucking mate. It can't be his rut, the timing is way off. It's you.

Weeks worth of sex spent training you to take his full length and the stretch of his knot, cumming in you over and over to prepare your womb for his pups. As predicted, his little human took some time to adjust to the anatomy of their werewolf partner. However, he wasn’t expecting to be woken in the night by your empty cunt begging to be filled by him.

He has to hold himself back from fucking you awake when you start whining softly at his knot nudging your entrance, growling lowly as your wetness begins to cover the bulge at his base. All resolve dissipates with the realization that you crave him the same way he craves you. You were ready to be bred. To be his.

One arm encircles your middle, cradling you against his chest while the other keeps its  grip on your hip for leverage as he ruts into you. Your soft moans of pleasure intensify as he fucks you in a hurried rhythm.

You start to wake, surrounded by soft fur and dripping over your boyfriend’s cock. He knows he’s getting close when he feels himself throbbing inside of you as you curl your fingers into his fur and say his name with a sleepy, blissful sigh.

You’re so ready to be bred by him. He feels it in the way you clench around his cock, hears it when his knot bullies your entrance with every thrust - smacking and sucking against your wetness.

“Need to breed you. Just need to breed you.” 

He feels your cunt squeeze his cock in response. He cums hard with a brutal thrust, losing himself a bit as he empties his seed into you. A wide tongue leaves several drooling kisses over your cheek as the two of you share the post-sex warmth.

He looks down at his cum starting to spill out of you and whimpers pathetically, rubbing his muzzle along your jaw as you take careful, shaky breaths. You turn your worried gaze over your shoulder, searching for clues as to his distress. He thrusts into you once with a bit of force, panting as his knot pummels into you and rests halfway buried in your cunt.

“Please, I can’t. I-I mean — Fuck, baby I have to make sure it takes.”

Your cries are muffled as he presses you into the pillows and begins lapping at the back of your neck. “My love. My mate,” he pants out between licks, the feeling of his tongue soothing you through the sensation of being stuffed so much fuller than you ever thought you could take. He pulls your ass flush with his body as he forces his knot inside.

“Have to give you my pups. Make you so full.”

He bites down on the back of your neck and holds you there in his teeth as he empties more cum into you, fucking it deep. He needs to pound his cum into you until you’re pregnant, not stopping until he smells the change in your body and every bit of you reeks of him.

He has you cumming hard on his knot, still moving his hips back and forth desperately trying to keep fucking into you despite the snug fit of his knot filling you. His teeth leave your neck, but he doesn’t let up in his movements. He can feel you melting right back into honeyed pleasure when you come down and he wants to keep you right here, fuck you through orgasm after fo taking his cum so well. 

“Such a good little mate.”

Neither of you plan on returning to your dreams anytime soon. And you both agree your mate isn’t stopping even if hours of being bred do end up putting you back to sleep.

[writingsofwesteros]

Viserys stands at the end of their bed, glaring at his sister wife as she begins to cry and apologize rapidly, still shamefully trying to cover her body with her hands. He begins undoing his pants violently, not caring that Daenerys was watching from the floor. He slaps Aelyra's thigh and she quickly spreads her legs for him, knowing that's what he wants. Viserys leaves his shirt on despite knowing Aelyra hates it, loving to press herself against his warm skin, and roughly enters her. He doesn’t give her any time to adjust to him before he begins fucking her harshly, though still being mindful of her pregnant state. https://es.sex.com/pin/63316121-showing-his-pregnant-wife-no-mercy/

All night he fucks her in various positions, not giving her a relief from his cock filling her with cum or the mind shattering orgasms. He takes her from behind many times to go deeper and punish her with the loss of seeing him or touching him. She whimpers pathetically as he continues to drag his dick inside her sore walls, fucking herself back onto his rod like a good girl. https://picsegg.com/pics/2079/busty-blonde-pregnant-porn.gif ☆ https://64.media.tumblr.com/02da1f0679aee20f0e662c75883e0153/tumblr_oakuqziruc1vutxzuo1_1280.gif ☆ https://es.sex.com/pin/59572681-her-man-is-doing-such-a-good-job-at-having-sex-with-her/ Viserys makes her pussy overflow with so much slick ☆ https://es.sex.com/pin/60536220-shoot-your-cum-in-my-womb/ He wishes he could fuck another baby into her already ☆ https://64.media.tumblr.com/3db158a7132ec35cee38ac5a70c483dd/tumblr_nnprggdXn71uprcrno1_400.gif Her pussy takes her brother's hard cock in much deeper in this position ☆ https://es.sex.com/pin/64889138-pregnant-woman-rides-a-cock-to-make-herself-cum/ Viserys tells Aelyra she has to do the work if she wants to make herself cum again ☆ https://es.sex.com/pin/47061664-rough-pregnant-sex/ Dany can only look into Aelyra's eyes as she helps shove her husband deeper inside her pregnant pussy ☆ https://es.sex.com/pin/63017633-time-to-start-milking-her-udders/ Viserys takes it easier on her for a second (only because his cock is starting to get sore) ☆ https://asianporngif.com/content/2021/11/sakura-mating-press_001.gif Aelyra is overwhelmed when he makes her think they're finally done, only for him to sheathe himself back inside her and stir up her pussy more (he notice Daenerys staring at their sister's swollen pussy too intently again)

When Daenerys tries to leave, he stops thrusting and grabs her by the hair, making her sit at the edge of the bed with the dildo still inside her. He forces her to watch him have his way with his Aelyra, staking his claim on his wife and showing Dany how easily she submits to him, begging for his cock to go deeper. How Aelyra still rushed to move into every position he demanded despite pouting at him to take a break. https://es.sex.com/pin/65225473-its-so-hot-watching-my-brother-pound-my-sisters-pussy-i-had/

He has mercy on Dany by allowing her to suck Aelyra's juices off his dick. He cums a bit more in her mouth and loves the slightly disgusted look on his youngest sister's face, showing her down more. He fucks her face as his pregnant wife whimpers from the loss of his hard dick driving through her folds, choking his youngest sister with his meat. Viserys stops using Dany before he cums and slides back into Aelyra's cum filled pussy to spurt more inside her. Daenerys gets the honor of eating out her dear sister's pussy this time, though there's no way to slurp up her juices without swallowing down mouthfuls of their brother's thick baby making seed. Viserys might even let Dany play with sweet Aelyra while Viserys pounds her so she can lick up all the wetness sloshing out of her. https://www.gifsfor.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/11/tumblr_m8t9aclGmo1rcmfhmo1_500.gif ☆ https://cdn5-images.motherlessmedia.com/images/EB41E5F.gif ☆ https://es.sex.com/pin/65459964-i-have-great-sisters-they-wont-waste-a-drop-of-my-cum/ ☆ https://es.sex.com/pin/65390598-fuck-my-sisters-know-how-to-milk-my-balls-dry-compete-to/ 👑💀

I HAVE NO WORDS!!!!!!

Viserys is too delicious and you know he's going to punish her...the days after she's so sweet and soft for him..until next time ;)

[am-i-sans]

dnd adventure 21

last time on dnd, we made moss cry by fucking up their campaign!

dess is back from eeby deeby after like 17 sessions! cam also returns from eeby deeby! dess still has the dick club! dans is happy but undyne is grossed out. dess points the dick at cam cause cam tells her to give the dick back to dans xD

dess missed so much lore lol. dans accidentally insuenitates if we kill inferno we stick him in the bag lol. we land near a town.

we tell dess our favorite town burned down. sadge. we also tell dess we killed the cult lol. the gang is kinda lost on what to do. how do we break this curse? we go to a tavern to discuss.

this town is almost all gnomes. cam is looking for snails with frog. heaps of snails! this curse is godlike and magic and stuff yeah? gotta be SOME sort of magical thing. dess: the opposite of god is a devil and we need a warlock. undyne: we have one. his god sucks. dans: *avoids eye contact* (what if the dick club had a sheathe-)

we decide against getting anymore gods involved cause its just lots of shitty gods. undyne offers to ask her god how to remove the curse but dans doubt shes gonna help us.

dess asks the bartender if any powerful magic users are around but hes distratced by the giant dick club lol. nope lol. cam and frog come back with snails. tori is memorized by the dick club lol she finally meets dess. suzy is chanting dick club lol. tori goes invisible she cant deal with this lol.

'dont you have a paladin school?' dans is uncomfy lol. 'are you sure it wasnt an imposter god?' 'maybe it wasnt god saying no' were going back to the place we got cursed to see wtf is going on.

(the curse didnt activate until tried to leave. so, it wasnt undyne? someone else activated the curse!)

we go camp for the night and head off in the morning. returning to the beginning. rockdale. undyne has pocketmoss and is going to try and get god to tell her answers lol. (moss puts undyne on voicemail sksksk)

dess says we should investigate for clues whoooo. undyne is gonna keep praying. dess didnt find anything but she finds someone with a pet bear for wrestling! they go and tell undyne about the bear xD shes so excited to wrestle the bear. polar bear?! dess casts some cold spell and undyne has the bear in a headache.

dans covers cams eyes and puts the scarf on them. dans is trying to keep cam calm. dess is wrecking undyne on accident lol. dans drags cam to tori to keep them warm. undyne tosses the bear aside and yells at dess for hitting them with snowballs!

dans teaches cam dwarvish swear words. undyne crits punches dess in the face lol. suzy failed the bear wrestle too lol. dess keeps calling undyne a baby. then she calls cam a bottom. cam strangles dess lol the noelle shaking berdly gif.

moss finally answers! cam headbutts dess in the area right under the stomach. moss says a great evil is trying to destroy everything. go kill it. says we already met 'him'.

dess: i told you my ice was a good idea! undyne: >:(

god said its not inferno darn. we keep thinking its dans but moss says its not lol. maybe jim or steve. or maybe berdly. the only person we can think of is steve.

suzy is still failing to wrestle the bear. cam is mad at dess for snow. suzy finally beats the bear. dans is panic pacing trying to figure out who the bad guy is. tori yanks suzy off the bear. dans is spiraling. undyne is still mad they didnt kill those cultists.

tori says she knows someone that might help but its a bad idea. dess: please we need help. tori: how do you feel about arch fey? undyne: whomst? dans: NONONO you dont fuck with the fey!

suzy calls undyne the evil lol. cam says it might be jim. dess says we could find a seer? tori says the arch fey was her moms patron so she might be able to help. dess and dans argue about giving undyne to the fey lol dans says no.

then we argue about murder. we narrow down who was in the party when the curse started. dans, frog, undyne, suzy, temmie, cam. i roll a 23 history check to narrow down suspects.

Jim,Steve,Lipton Mayor,Fildo,Larry, Dave,The guy with the bear,Nessie,Badgerfur,That ghost that possessed Cam that one time

roll perception check? tori fucked off?! dans clues in that shes going to talk to the FUCKIN fey. dans fucks off to go find her. dans didnt hear cam say they care about dans cause undyne was making fun of them.

dans finds her talking to trees. suzy also finds her! undyne yells at a tree to tell tori to come back. dess gives up so she smokes weed. suzy asks tori wtf. tori says shes looking for answers. cam is flirting with undyne again lol.

frog is unhappy tori is trying to call the fey. so is dans. cam keeps flirting with undyne lol. undyne sees a giant boar. they get to fight it!

tori keeps trying to contact the fey. frog wants to go to the feywild. dans thinks this is a horrible idea. cam and undyne are getting fucked up by the boar. they win and behead it.

tori says her contact didnt work. dans rolls an insight check. SHES FUCKIN LYING! dans calls her out on her bullshit. cam and undyne are bloody and eating the boar. dess shows up for some meat high af.

suzy tells tori to stop fucking lying, please. frog gives puppy eyes and dans keeps pleading. (cam and undyne still flirting) tori wont talk in front of the kids. dans has the kids go get undyne while dans leads tori away so they can talk.

frog goes to get them as dess interrupts their little date lol. cam and undyne realize their soaked in blood. cam realizes they bloodied the scarf but abandons it for frog. frog tells them tori contacted the fey.

(secret dm from kay about wtf tori is doing)

dans tells the group everything is fine, and notices the bloody scarf...he silently uses the prestigation and turns away. dess shows up and yells that tori sold her kid to the fey the little shit.

cam tries to wrap the scarf around dans but he stepped away. undyne tries to take the blame, but thats not really gonna work. dans just says hes tired. (liar.) he says they didnt do anything wrong and insists hes fine. frog tries to hug him. dans gently removes their arms, hes just tense. cam offers to teach him how to swear but is denied.

undyne changes topics and we realize suzy is gone. undyne is unsure how to go about with dans but agrees to go find suzy. we find her wandering around lost. cam is following dans around, they want to comfort him and dont know what to do.

cam tries to talk to dans but hes zoned out. cam looks sooo sad. we decide to find steve! cam is fucking hovering over dans. dans says steve IS the most suspicious person they know. (things are so sad lol)

we go into town to find steve! tori found him, hes setting up shop.

we stop here cause people gotta go and some are eepy!

[pankowperfection]

‘watching scary movies w him inside of me so he can feel how tight i squeeze around his dick whenever there’s a jumpscare :)’

Maybe watching Hellraiser with Drewseph ❤️ thank you baby!

Jump and Grind

Summary: Watching Drew's new film turns into smut

Warnings: smut, teasing, cock warming, slight choking, 18+

Watching horror films was not your idea of fun. You didn't enjoy how the scariest or most gruesome scenes seemed to get permanently etched into your mind, replaying when you were walking around in the house alone in the dark later that night and haunting your dreams. You accepted your fate, however, that you would be forced to watch Hellraiser with Drew since he was starring in it after all. "Come on baby, I promise it won't be that bad. Plus, I'll be here to protect you." You sighed heavily, knowing you couldn't argue with the excited look on his cute little face. "Alright alright. Just because its you Drewseph. I'll go make some popcorn while you get set up?" He grins like a kid on Christmas morning, leaning down to kiss you sweetly before heading over to fiddle with the TV.

"Okay pay close attention now y/n, my first scene is coming up." He pulls your hands away from your eyes, already you'd had to stop looking and it was only fifteen minutes in. The way he could transform into any character truly made you so proud of him. Unable to resist the urge, you climb onto his lap and wrap your arms around his neck. "Babe, what are you doing? You can't see like this." Despite his words his hands find a new home on your hips, slightly grinding you downwards over his length. "Shhh, don't worry I still want to watch. Just need you right now too." You kiss and nibble down his sculpted jaw, paying extra attention to his sweet spot just below his ear. You can feel him growing harder against your covered core, only getting more aroused at the thought of fucking while watching his film.

After a few minutes of torture he gives in, urging you to stand so you both can discard your clothes. He lays down across the sprawling length of the sectional on his side, propped up on one elbow before patting the spot in front of him for you to come lay down. His body heat warms the skin of your back, breath tickling your ear as he brushes you hair out of his way. "Don't take your eyes off the screen or I'll stop. Understand?" "Yes baby," you all but moan out, his long fingers teasing their way through your folds and gathering your slick before sliding inside. You fight to keep your eyes open, not wanting to break his rule so early as he starts making sure you're good and wet. Finally you feel his cock catch against your entrance and you can't help but moan, so desperate for him to bury himself inside you. He works his way inside slowly, winding his hips in a circle so he rubs against your walls in a way that makes your toes curl. You feel his pelvis meet your ass and breathe out a sigh of relief that he's finally home, sheathed in you to the hilt.

Rather than starting to thrust his hips stay still behind you, instead opting to tease you with his fingers. Your right nipple receives his attention first, the sensitive bud being rolled back and forth until your arching further into his touch. "Shit Drew, feels so good." You feel him grin against the skin of your neck, really taking his time to draw pleasure out of you. His hand wanders to your left breast, giving it equal attention until you're certain there is a pool of wetness coating your thighs. Craving some relief you roll your hips backwards into his, the delicious friction making you suck in a breath. "Easy doll, let me take care of you." His wonderful assault continues, hand trailing down your body to tease over your pubic bone. Waves of pleasure surge through your system as he dances around your clit, not quite touching it yet but still driving you mad. Finally his fingers dive in to find your little bundle of nerves, rolling it from side to side as your body rocks against him on its own accord.

Just as the heat is starting to build low in your stomach a classic jump scare happens, making you involuntarily twitch and simultaneously clench down on his cock. "Fuck y/n, squeezing me so tight. You gonna do that every time you get scared?" You can't help the whimper that escapes, so ready for your release to wash over and loving how he finally gives you a few short thrusts. Your body answers his question when a second jump scare happens a few minutes later, pussy squeezing tight around his shaft and making Drew let out a sexy moan into your ear. "Alright, enough." He reaches up and turns off the TV, pulling out of you and rolling you to your back, plunging back inside before you even have time to realize what happened.

He captures your lips in a heated kiss, one hand wrapping lightly around your throat while the other braces his body against the side of the couch. His thrusts are deep and drawn out, each push and pull of his body sending you higher as he brushes against your cervix. You dig your nails into his back, clawing into his skin as he fucks you into oblivion. "God Drew, so good. 'M gonna cum." He pushes himself up, wanting to watch your face as you fall apart beneath him. "That's it sweetheart, let me have it." The hand on your throat finds your clit, rubbing in quick circles that have your back arching off the couch with a cry. His name spills from you lips like a prayer as your orgasm washes over, vision going black from the immense pleasure. "Oh shit, y/n," he groans out, hips stilling as he fills you up with his release. He rests above you on his arms, wiping your sweaty hair back from your forehead as your breathing returns to normal. "Damn woman, you'll be the death of me. Can we please finish the movie now?" You shove him playfully, swatting his ass as he hands you his shirt to pull on. "Yeah Drew, we can finish it now."

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[bnha-dumpster]

Alright I’m back mate and boy do I have something. So imagine all of them (boys of the bakusquad) wanting Y/n, and they’ve talked about this together to try and come up with a way to get closer to him. So they decide that in order to get closer to him, one of them (you can decide) has to get into a relationship with Y/n’s sister. (Sister could be an OC, a character, or just a sister insert) This way, all of them can get into his their house without it being suspicious. Y/n’s sister doesn’t really think much about it, but the four of them always tease and borderline flirt with Y/n while they’re there. Don’t think they didn’t notice you blushing. So one day when his sister and parents aren’t home, they all decide to visit, knowing that Y/n is home from college that weekend, and all alone. Deciding that this will be the day that they bring him to bed, each have their turn with him, and milk him till he just can’t come anymore. (Dub-con? Y/n clearly wants it- who wouldn’t lol?)

Just realized that if you dislike some female character in the show, you could just use them as the sister lol. Also sorry my request is kinda long for this, but thanks if you decide to do it! I appreciate it.

oh i love this request so much! may have had a bit too much fun with this and got carried away

pairing: bakusquad (- mina) x male reader content tags: group sex, milking, double penetration, face fucking, male squirting, creampie, sex toys, praise, light degradation, electro stim play word count: 2.5k

The day Sero started dating your younger sister was a weird one. You’d never felt too protective over her considering she’s only a year younger and a hero, but seeing her hold hands with your classmate lit something inside you. It’s why whenever Sero wanted to come over, you’d beg for the rest of the Bakusquad to join him. You thought it was a way to protect your sister. You thought you were doing a good job. Yeah, you thought a lot of things.

Then they started teasing you- even Sero. The four of them love to tease you and act flirtatious with you. Even with Maiko in the room, they all find a way to tease you and not gain any suspicion from her. Their hands wander places where they shouldn't and you can't do anything but give them a stern look as you swat their hands away, blush apparent on your face. You don't know what they're doing but it gives extremely mixed messages.

But you think you finally understand when they show up unannounced, all four grinning as they push their way into your house.

“How long are we gonna let Bakugou eat his face?” 

As soon as the four of them got you in your room, Bakugou pounced on you. He’s holding you by your hips, grinding himself against you. His mouth is smashed against yours, teeth clashing as he devours your mouth with his tongue. You don’t have much of a choice but to go along with it. It’s not like you hate this. Rather, you’re enjoying this way too much. 

“We can get everything set up while they’re eating each other’s faces.” Sero shrugs as he pulls out the contents of the bag. Lube, towels, toys, said toys being Kaminari’s suggestion. “Why’d you bring a cock ring? I thought the goal was to milk him?” 

“It’s for us! Gotta last longer for him, right?” 

“For once you make a good point.” Kirishima pulls Bakugou away from you by his hair, earning a growl. “Stop hogging him, bro.”

“Fine.” 

Kirishima helps you towards the bed, sitting you down on the edge of it. He tugs your sweatpants down, slowly taking your clothes off. You definitely need a breather and the redhead is more than happy to give you one. He does all of the work for you, lifting your legs and body with his strength so all you have to do is sit there. You watch him with half-lidded eyes as you catch your breath. Besides your heavy breathing, you can hear the other three taking their own clothes off. The rustling of their clothes falling to the floor is as quiet as it’ll be from now on.

Your cock springs out of your boxers, almost completely hard from Bakugou’s actions. It’s a little embarrassing how quickly you’re turned on. They just think it’s cute.

“Denki, didn’t you say you wanted to taste him?” 

The blond in question nods eagerly and nearly trips over himself to replace Kirishima’s spot between your legs. He’s already excited, cock hard and slapping against his stomach. Does the thought of giving you head really turn him on that much? 

Apparently it does. He lets out a small moan when he grabs your cock and pumps it a few times. You can see his eyes dilate and his mouth is open slightly as he admires it. And when he finally takes it in his mouth, it feels like he’s practiced for this. 

“Fuck, Denki-” His mouth is warm and inviting, his tongue doing its best to wrap around the shaft as he bobs his head. You weave your hands into his hair and help him take you deeper. You’re not huge, but you do know it might take a bit to take all of you. 

Then he moans. The vibrations go straight to your core and your shove his face flush against your hips. He gags around your cock but doesn’t try to pull away. Instead, he looks up at you with eyes that scream for you to keep going. You’re not the type of person to refuse someone, so you give him exactly what he wants. 

You take hold of his head and move it up and down, using his mouth as a toy. Kaminari moans each time your cock hits the back of his throat. The two of you are caught up in the moment to the point where you don’t notice Sero coming up behind you. The hero begins to kiss along your neck, hands going to grope at your chest. Finger pinch your nipples harshly and you let out a surprised moan. 

“Hanta, what are you doing?” 

“Your chest looked a little lonely.” He hums and continues to play with your nipples, pinching and flicking them as he kisses your neck. You’re not sure what Kirishima and Bakugou are doing but you can’t focus on it, not when you’re reaching your end. Your hips stutter and you press Kaminari’s face against you as much as you can. The blond’s eyes roll back into his head as you cum, shooting ropes down his throat. You can feel him swallow it all and the sensation makes you groan. 

Kaminari removes himself from your cock with a pop, face red. Tears and drool cover his face and it’s oddly endearing. 

“Alright, Kirishima?” Sero grabs you by your hips and pulls you with him further onto the bed. He rests against the headboard and continues to tease your nipples. Kirishima crawls in front of you, a bottle of lube in hand. You know what he’s going to do but it doesn’t make you any less anxious.

“Hey, hey, it’ll be okay.” The redhead rubs comforting circles into your inner thigh, smiling at you. You watch him pour some lube onto his fingers and circle your hole gently. He watches your face as he begins to push one finger in. There’s a moment of surprise when it goes in without much protest, you looking to the side to avoid his stare. You’re thankful that he doesn’t say anything. Rather, he just pushes another finger inside you.

It takes a few tries before he manages to find that soft spot inside you. You let out a whimper and your hips move away. Bakugou is more than happy to sit on your stomach, keeping you in place. 

The blond takes this chance to devour your mouth once more. This time you moan and kiss back with as much need as he does. His erection grinds against your stomach as you kiss. You reach down to pump his cock a few times, enjoying the feeling of how hot and heavy it is in your hand. Bakugou swats your hand away and glares at you, pulling back.

Kirishima is eager to fuck you. He pulls his fingers out after barely prepping you and slathers his own cock with lube. You’re sure he doesn’t mean to, but he sheathes himself inside you a little too quickly. A small yelp leaves you and three sets of eyes land on the redhead. The three heroes stare at him for a moment before turning their eyes back to you. 

“Sorry he’s being so rough...” Sero leaves open mouthed kisses along your neck and shoulders as he soothes you, “We’ve just wanted to fuck you for so long.” 

Bakugou moves off of you, sitting beside you as Kirishima begins to move slowly. Kaminari has settled on the other side of you, one hand cupping your balls and the other teasing the head of your limp cock. 

A small shock goes through you. It’s from Kaminari’s hand, the blond stimulating you back to hardness with his hands. The shocks are sent through both your cock and balls. You squirm and whimper, the head of your cock twitching pathetically with each shock. Even if it’s not hard, it still weeps precum all over your abdomen. 

Then the redhead’s pace gets rough. His balls slap against your ass with each thrust, making sure your hips meet before he pulls out. Your overwhelmed by the stretch of your walls and how Kirishima seems to be rubbing against all the right spots inside you. There’s even a small bump that appears whenever he’s fully inside you. It pokes out of your stomach and the other three marvel at how hot it is. 

Kaminari’s shocks finally bring your cock back to life. It stands at attention, tip swollen and red. He lets go of it and watches it slap against your stomach, precum smearing over the skin. 

“Relax for us, Y/N.” 

You don’t know what Kaminari means until you see something in Bakugou’s hand. It’s metal and long but you don’t exactly know what it is. At least, until the blond begins to circle it around the head of your dick. There’s no warning for your when he prods the slit of your cock with it, slowly inching the rod inside you. It’s a strange feeling but it doesn’t hurt. For a moment you think it’s not so bad, but then Bakugou presses a button.

“Wha-” The rod is vibrating. Your back arches off the bed and tenses, a confused moan escaping you. Sero leans down to capture your lips, kissing you gently compared to Bakugou. Both blond heroes are tending to your nipples, each one has a nipple in their mouth. Bakugou’s hand is wrapping around the base of your cock, pumping it gently. Kaminari is once again fondling your sack, giving it small squeezes and shocks to stimulate you. 

And you cum, you cum hard. Strangled moans are muffled by Sero’s lips. Your cock twitches and cum leaks out past the rod, dribbling down your shaft slowly. It’s a strangle climax. It doesn’t come out like it usually does and everywhere is being touched. You don’t get to come down from your high either- it just keeps going. They don’t stop what they’re doing, the only thing changing being the way Kirishima’s thrusts grow erratic. 

He releases inside you and you can vaguely feel warmth filling you. It feels empty when he pulls out, your hole clenching around nothing. Kirishima takes a moment to spread your ass to watch his cum leak out a little. 

“Who’s next?” 

Sero releases your lips and removes himself from behind you, letting Kirishima take his place. He situates between your legs and ruts his cock against your ass. He can feel your hole clenching each time he brushes the head of his cock against it. Your body is so needy and he can’t possibly refuse you. 

He’s longer than the redhead, that’s for sure. Not as thick, but definitely longer. Sero reaches deeper and touches places you didn’t think could be touched. His pace is slow, watching the way your hole so eagerly swallows his cock. You’re clenching and trembling so much from the overstimulation, the vibrating rod still abusing your limp cock. 

“Good boy, good boy, Y/N.” Kirishima praises you as tears fall from your eyes. It blurs between pain and pleasure and you don’t know how to process it. You cling to his words, holding into his arms as he shushes you. “We’re so proud of you. You’re so good for us, so good. We’ll take such good care of you.” 

You’re mouth is left unattended. Moans and sobs fill the room, a line of drool coming out of your mouth. You can’t form any words either. They’re enamored by it, staring at how you’ve come undone just after two times. A thin layer of sweat covers your body and it makes you look shiny, you practically glow.

“Fuck, so tight- you’re so tight, Y/N.” Sero’s words barely register. Something is building in your core as Kaminari begins to send larger shocks through your sack. They make your cock twitch more than it already is. The constant vibrations inside your urethra are making your cock vibrate and twitch even when it’s soft. 

“Kaminari.” The hero fucking you catches the blond’s attention. He puts a finger in your ass and tugs it open a little more. “Think you can fit?” 

The absence of Kaminari’s lips and hands don’t register right away, especially when Bakugou begins to pinch your abandoned nipple. Your haze is lifted somewhat when you feel your ass stretching just a bit more. The blond is slowly pushing his cock inside, joining Sero in your tight hole. The stretch alone forces another orgasm through you without even getting hard, more cum leaking past the rod. 

As Kaminari sheathes himself completely, the other hero stills. They don’t move for a bit, they let you get used to having both of them inside you. 

“What a good boy. You’re taking them so well, taking them just like we know you could.” Kirishima’s words soothe you. “They’re going to make you feel even better.” 

Then they start moving. The two of them alternate thrusts, moving slowly and carefully. Your belly bulges from the stretch and Kirishima reaches down to rub the bulge, groaning at the feeling. His cock twitches with arousal behind you. But he’s had his turn and you need comfort. 

Your prostate is being pressed against constantly. It’s a never-ending stimulation of your most sensitive spots. You hold onto Kirishima as tightly as you can as a rush of warmth goes through you. The feeling isn’t the same as an orgasm and you lift your head up for a brief second to see clear fluid gush out of your cock past the rod. 

“Oh my god, he just squirted.” Kaminari stares down at you in wonder as he fucks you, grabbing your cock and pumping it. Your stomach is covered in whatever you let out. Bakugou moves himself down to lick at it, curious to its taste. It’s not pleasant, but not unpleasant either. 

And the blond is hard, impatient for his turn. As much as he wants to fuck you properly, he needs release. He turns your head to face him, his cock gently slapping against your face. Your mouth is already open and he begins to slide it inside. The moans and sobs you make vibrate around his cock, making him feel amazing. It’s difficult to keep himself from fucking your face like you did with Kaminari but he knows that a slow pace is better. 

The head of his cock presses against the back of your throat and you gag before he pushes deeper. Your face meets his pelvis for a few seconds before he pulls out. Bakugou is looking down at you as your eyes flutter closed, mouth stretched to fit his cock inside of it. You look so cute, so eager to please him. Your head must be a mess right now. 

“Damn, I’m cumming already. This is amazing.” 

The blond fucking your ass stills inside you, cum filling you. Sero is still going, his pace slow and deep. He’s nowhere near done and has more stamina than the other three. Taking it slow and thoroughly enjoying the warmth of your ass is how he wants to go. 

More cum leaks out of your cock and finally, the rod is pulled out. Cum practically pours out once the rod is fully out. It pools on your stomach and mixes with the fluids from your squirting. 

Your head is a mess, a haze of pleasure. You don’t know what’s going on besides how good you feel from all of them. You don’t care anymore. They can do whatever they want with you. 

[tteokdoroki]

baby, you’re tiny | k.bakugou.

⇝ pairing: katsuki bakugou x fem!reader.

⇝ word count: 2.3K

⇝ rating: mature, 18+.

⇝ genre: first time!au, smut.

⇝ summary: there were many things katsuki loved about his girlfriend, the main being how tiny she was compared to him; more specifically, how tiny she looked when they were in the bedroom.

⇝ warning(s): please read ! heavy smut, pwp ( characters aged up to 18 ), size!kink, protected sex, fingering ( female recieving ), virginity loss, sub!reader + dom!bakugou,spitting?? y’all idk its just smut ok!! katsuki is soft <33

⇝ author’s note(s): hello hello hello!! it’s been a while since i posted my lastr request so i hope you enjoy this!! this was a request by anon, apologies for the delay. also :( my blog has grown so much so i want to thank you all for 1K, ilysm <3

⇝ masterlist | requests

you were tiny.

and if there was one thing katsuki bakugou loved most about you, his girlfriend, his how tiny you were.

at least compared to him.

most of class A had been shocked when you started dating at the start of second year; since in first year, all katsuki had done was pick on you for your height ( or lack thereof ) and nag you for your quirk— lullaby hadn’t been quite so powerful back then. but your fondness for him grew that summer, having spent time with he and eijirou over the break.

bakugou was sweet when he wanted to be, soft and attentive to you and you only. his teasing gradually let up, turning into sweet gestures or whispered praises and then finally stolen kisses under the night sky.

that’s what lead you both to date, in the end; but everyone supported you nonetheless. it was quite funny to see the great katsuki bakugou help fix your uniform in the morning or make you breakfast in the dorms and even if he yelled at the others for mentioning it— he loved the weight of your barely-there palm in his and the way you pouted up him with faux anger when he rested his elbow on your head.

you were short enough for him to tower over you and twirl you in his arms, small enough to look like you drowning in his hoodies that he gave you. even if he stopped mocking you for your height, over a year ago— even now, in your third year he still loved it.

you were so tiny and he loved it.

he especially loved the way you looked under him right now.

“ka-katsuki-!”

your moan fills his ears, overloading each one of his senses and he thinks it’s the prettiest sound he’s ever heard in his life. pulling his fingers from your slick heat, bakugou’s eyes stay trained on yours as he brings them up to his lips and sucks the remainders of your orgasm away. he lives for the way your face twists with a fresh wave of pleasure and your eyes plead him for more through the dimmed light of his dorm room.

he pinches your thighs, the ones that quiver from your second release of the night, and leans above you to pry your arm away from your heated face. “feel good, sweetheart?” the blonde asks softly, now that he can see you, fingers weaving between your bodies to draw shapes into your swollen clit. you nod once and screw your eyes shut, bare chest arching into katsuki’s at his simple touch. “need another?”

peeking up at him, your boyfriend can see the internal debate dancing in your lust filled eyes. bakugou had fingered you twice to orgasm already and asked if you needed another only to prepare you. for weeks now; you’d both entertained the idea of being one another’s first’s— of course you’d done more than just makeouts and heavy petting but after a year of dating, you finally wanted to be together as one ( bakugou’s words not your own ).

finally, you answer him with a soft ‘no, think i’m ready now,’ and the hot headed boy can barely contain his excitement. he presses a searing kiss to your lips— tongues sliding together while bakugou swallows your helpless whimpers from where you taste yourself on him. your own hand slips between you both now, curling around your boyfriend’s hardening length to palm him.

meanwhile, with a breathless groan, katsuki’s lips slip down to suck love bites into the column of your throat, but only gently. he knows you hate marks but’ll get a kick out of the others fawning over them the next day. the speed of your hand picks up, jerking him off as if for revenge— you knew how easy bakugou could come undone with just your touch and he revels in the way your tiny hands wrap around his thick girth, barely grazing the circumference of it.

just like how you could barely fit his cock in your mouth when you sucked him off—

“baby— fuck,” the blonde’s breath stutters, mind becoming foggy with thoughts of your lips on his girth egging him on.  he should stop you before he cums; stop himself from rutting into your small fingers and the thumb that brushes over the glands on his head. bakugou doesn’t want to cum before he’s got a chance to take you for the first time— even if he’d given you plenty of chances to. “slow down little bear, gotta fuck you before— before i cum…”

you grin at him from behind the warmth beneath your skin. “then get to it, katsu…”

the explosive third year gives you one last pinch to your clit and leans back on his thighs ever so slightly to reach for a condom. he quickly rolls it on, tapping his latex covered length against your dripping entrance as he prepares to make you his. you squirm underneath bakugou, fingers reaching up to weave their way into his blonde glossed hair— yanking him closer to you while he finally makes an effort to push into your needy heat.

crimson gaze fluttering down, katsuki looks to where your bodies begin to become joined, your tiny cunt fluttering around the head of his cock as he slides himself inside of you. he feels thick drool pool on his tongue at the very sight, he’s not even half the way in and your gushing pussy is already struggling to take his cock. “would’ya look at that little one,” his words are slurred around the saliva building up in his mouth. you’re so fucking small it’s driving him insane. you follow your boyfriend’s gaze, spasming at how he begins to stretch you out. “seems like your little pussy’s too tight, too small to take your man’s fat cock, huh?”

a strangled whimper sounds in the back of your throat, making katsuki smirk as he taps your cheek with a freehand. he feels a sense of pride lurch in his, how good it feels to be so big that his pretty little princess can’t take him all but he wants a verbal answer from you, wants to hear you struggle just like your glistening heat does.

“yes, ’s too small…” you sigh, chewing on your bottom lip as you meat his eye again—moving to wrap your thighs around his waist.

“should i fuck you open, baby?” you moan lowly at his words, hips bucking up and pussy clenching around his girth involuntarily. “yeah? your greedy little cunt likes the sounda that…” bakugou tries again, leaning over you as he slowly drives his hips forward to push more of his cock into you.

his head drops to your neck, puffs of his breath warm against your skin while he uses all of his willpower to hold back. katsuki knows he’s big, that he can make you feel good because of it too, but he doesn’t want to hurt you. he never wants to. when his dribbling length is half plunged inside you, the ash blonde’s fingers drop to your clit once more— soothing the burn of his weighty dick to help you suck in more of him.

your head thrashes in the sheets while he whispers praises against your bruised and bitten flesh. “you can take it baby, i know you can…”

and you do.

the pair of you groan in unison once katsuki is fully sheathed inside of you, twitching at the feeling of your soft velvety walls finally engulfing him. you can feel the leaking head of his cock prodding at your cervix, stimulating you without your boyfriend having to even move and sending shivers down your spine.

“p-please, katsuki…move.” you growl hungrily, pulling him down to smack a wet, passionate kiss against his awaiting lips. although your teeth and tongue clash messily in your liplock, bakugou doesn’t need to be told twice, drawing back his hips from the comfort of your warmth to thrust into you. the pace is slow at first, sensual grinds against each other as he stretches you out, moulding your walls into the shape of his cock.

it’s not until bakugou’s hips reach a certain angle, prodding against your sweet spot that things take a turn. a high pitched squeal dances through the room, mingling with the sound of your lover’s harsh thrusts as he claims your insides over and over. he revels in the way you suck him in and squeeze around him, painting his cock with your sweet nectar and earlier releases. “taking me so fucking well little one,” bakugou spits out through gritted teeth, barely hanging onto his last thread of sanity, the way you look right now, so flustered and messy with arousal almost pushing him over the edge. “look at you taking such a big fat cock in this tiny fucking hole, you love how big i am don’t you?”

you can barely form an answer when your eyes are rolling to the back of your head at the sheer amount of pleasure, incoherent babbles filling the little space between you both, only urging katsuki on. he already knows how much you love the size difference between you. outside of the bedroom, bakugou uses his height to tease you— putting things on the top shelf to watch you struggle to reach them but inside; he’s absolutely relentless.

he knows you adore the way he uses his larger size to dominate you, stuff your mouth full of his cock or fingers and he adores the way you take him contentedly no matter what.

“mmf— fuck, right there katsuki, feels so good!” you sigh, eyes still closed but your tongue now lolls out of your mouth— creating the perfect lewd picture that your lover will commit to memory. while his large hands sear bruises into your hips he holds still, a free hand comes up to pull down your bottom lip before he spits sweetly into your open mouth. your eyes slowly open to look at him, locking on his ruby stare as you blissfully smile up at him. katsuki swears he almost creams on the spot. “thank you katsu…”

“that’s fuckin’ right princess, thank me for my spit. thank me for making you feel good.” bakugou’s guttural moans dip into low growls, his pace picking up as your iron hot cunt clamps down on him which causes the head of his cock to drag against the spongy spot inside of you— making you see stars and your hips jump to meet the blonde’s erratic thrusts.

hot slick gushes down the your thighs from the sinful way he moves and absused your tightness, evidence of your arousals shining under the moon that slips through his drawn curtains. you can feel his balls slap feverntly against your ass that katsuki spreads apart to plow into you, latex covered length going as far to brush against your womb. each grind, each thrust has your moans rising an octave to the point where your lover has his hands clamped over your mouth to keep you from being too loud.

bakugou sits back on his haunches, pulling you up into his chest with him. you rest weakly in his lap as the explosive boy angles his thrusts upwards and straight into your oozing heat. a broken whimper breaks free from his lips as katsuki catches sight of the slight tummy bulge his fat cock gives you and you see it too, your own whines mingling with his to form a lovers tune.

he knows you’re close by the way you suddenly become tighter and he fucks into you, deeper, harder, faster.

“close katsu, ‘m getting close…” you slur into his shoulder, biting at his skin to keep control of your hazy, lust filled mind. you paint love bites in shades of blues and indigos across the canvas of his shoulders and neck while katsuki uses his pure strength to lift you up and down onto his cock. he groans every time your heat welcomes him again, drawing you closer and closer to the edge. your nails dig into his back, forming sweet creasent moons and making him moan loudly. “gimme it little one, gimme your fuckin’ cum, gonna cream on my cock? yeah? oh fuck yeah…”

his lewd words are what push you off the edge, the coil of desire that had been building up inside you finally snapping. your third release of the night gushes all over your lover’s thick girth, which he still pushes into you, helping you ride out your high. black spots paint your vision as you cum, cunt clamping down on bakugou while he chases his own release.

“cum for me bakugou, please…” you breath gently against his skin, pressing small kisses over his sore love bites. “love you so much, please…”

that’s all he needs to hear from you before spilling his seed into the condom with a shout, twitching as he collapses onto the soiled sheets of his bed with you. the pair of you lay together, still locked together  while bakugou calms down from his high in slow grinds, fingers searching for yours to intertwine your tiny hands with his. “love you more dumbass,” he says eventually, smile on his face betraying him against the harsh petname.

you smile at him even as he pulls away to throw away the condom, returning with a wash cloth to clean you both up. “not true, katsuki, i love you most!” you exclaim, tail end of your words falling into a stream of giggles as bakugou presses a flurry of kisses to your face. “with every inch of my body!”

“must not be a lotta love then, y’know, since you’re so fuckin’ tiny.” the blonde hums into your hands  when they reach up to cup his face lovingly.

you huff and pinch his cheek after that, calling him a meanie.

but katsuki bakugou doesn’t care, he’ll always love you, no matter how tiny you are.

[write-like-you-mean-it]

I Trust You

Inumaki Toge/Reader (18+ minors DNI)

Warnings: Curse Speaking in bed, consenual dom, cumming inside, this is pure smut, some cute elements in there.

You ask Toge to use his curse speak in the bedroom. He agrees. This is a lot of smut. I loved the idea from @sebbiebarneslikeplvms​. Please check that one out too.

“Are you sure about this, Toge?” you question; lips perched inches away from your boyfriend. A trail of saliva training between the two of you. The question hung in the air as if you hadn’t been handsy with each other only moments before, and clothes weren’t already tossed to the side. You and he knew the response wasn’t going to come in the form of words. 

At the start of your relationship, you started texting which turned into writing notes Very few words were spoken by your significant other. You’d grown accustomed to the distinctive features on Toge’s face. You could see the full range of emotions every time you looked into his eyes.

Today was different. You were the one to bring up the idea of using his voice in the bedroom. A jest you doubted he’d take seriously. That was until one-day Toge had enough of your constant teasing and he spoke one word beside the rice ball formula. “Stop.” 

You stilled with the still warm spoon held tightly in your grip. Eyes locked onto your boyfriend’s smirking lips. His word did little to stop the incessant beating of your heart or the hairs that traveled down your spine. 

Once Toge got his fill, he walked next to you and whispered, “release.” Tension melted away unlike your resolve. Heat cascaded from one ear to the other across your face: his prize. 

Ever since that day, you’ve been determined to have him use the cursed speech more on you. Today was the first time he’d agreed. 

Toge’s response to your question was to flip you so your back hit the mattress. Lips interlocked in a sopping agreement. Your boyfriend’s zipper was halfway down his body and you took full advantage of tugging the metal down. While you couldn’t see the exposed skin, you can run your fingers down the perfected muscles bought on by training. 

“Strip,” Toge mumbles against your lips. A command your body gladly accepts. Hands move to remove each article of clothing as fast as possible. Fighting back against his words was impossible. Your body was compelled to follow anything spoken or you would combust. 

“Fuck, Toge,” you groan. You weren’t sure what your visceral reaction’s origin was, but it was a tie between the anticipation of what was to come and the commanding force felt by the two of you. He took this moment to pull away and admire his work. 

The way you naturally followed his command made Inumaki’s cock tighten against his pants. Your hands accidentally stroke the thin layer as you remove your underwear. He hisses at the unprovoked touch.

Regret flashed on his face. You wanted to question the expression except not every piece was off your body. your compulsion only finished when all articles of clothing were flown around the room. “Are you still okay?” you question again. 

You’re boyfriend nods before attaching his lips to the tender skin between your neck and collarbone. The peppered kisses were met with nibbles and bites. Your bottom lip is held tightly between your teeth.

Hot breath heated up the section Toge abused. Whenever his lips left your skin, a tingle ran up your spine in hopes of receiving the next command. Being completely under his control made you feel as though every part of your body was on fire yet cold. 

Rather than waiting on the next command, your hand haphazardly found his clothed bulge. A high-pitched release of air left the curse speaker. Even in these moments, he had to stay composed. 

You strip down his pants as far as it would go from the position you were in. Toge helped the rest of the way. Precum left a wet spot on his underwear. He jutted his hips into your open palm which you gladly help to push against. “Stop,” Toge says. 

A whine escapes your lips as your body becomes ridge once again, and Toge pulls off of his creation. Your boyfriend watches over his created obedience with the same excited smirk when you first suggested the idea. Heavy breathing encapsulated the empty space. 

Inumaki hummed a soft pitch before tracing a finger from the top of your lips down to the uncovered breasts. He traces circles around the budding nubs. Taking full advantage of your incapacitated state. 

You wanted to fight the touches or to react. Instead, it was as if bricks held your limbs and torso in place. Pitched breaths and whimpers were Toge’s reward. 

“Beautiful,” said Toge. Another whimper left your lips as a hope to feed into the compliment. It was one of the only compliments he feels comfortable saying, and only in times you two are alone. 

“Toge,” you respond. “Please.” The pleads are rewarded with a single finger running up and down the soaked lips. He found the bundle of nerves and kneaded it. Your chest rose and fell quickly. “Release me.”

The curse speaker shook his head before changing his style. He inserts a finger into your quivering pussy. The back of his palm bumps against your clit. Toge rocks back and forth while moving his finger to hit the spot that drives you insane. 

Your eyes cross with the lack of needed reaction and inability to do anything but moan. “Please Toge. If you keep-” Your voice pitches as he says “release.”

Before you can truly react, your hand grips around his wrist. “Please more,” you beg. “I need more. I need you.” Hips move in the motion that Inumaki sets. “I want you to fuck me.”

“Beg,” he says. 

“Please Toge,” you say. Words spill out of your trembling lips. “I need your dick. I need you to fill me up. I want you to fuck me into the mattress. I want to see stars. I want to not walk tomorrow.” Broken words filled the rest of the pleads. Toge removed s the one layer between him being naked. His cock springs out of the fabric, fully erect, angrily red, and leaking. 

“You’re acing baby. Please put your cock into my pussy. I need to cum for you and only you.” Your pleas fell on deaf ears as Toge positions himself above you. His lips left hot kisses on the corners of your mouth while positioning himself with your cunt. 

“Stop,” Toge mumbles against your lips before fully sheathing himself into your dripping heat. You lean against his tight abs for support. Each inch made your walls clamp tighter around his length. Once fully inside, you both let out the air trapped in your lungs. 

Toge’s sweaty hair dripped onto your own sweat-covered skin. Hazy breaths left both your lips. Your boyfriend leaned his head into your neck. He set a grueling pace where your hips met with glee. Lewd slapping of skin mixed with moans from both of you. 

The familiar burn settled under your skin and made your pussy flutter around his cock. A knot tightened which threatened to burst. “Toge, I’m close,” you mumbled against salty skin. 

He lifted his head long enough to look me in the eyes. “Cum.” It was Inumaki’s final command of the night Waves washed over your body like a tidal wave. Your natural release was consumed by Toge’s commanded one. It was the best feeling of finally falling over the edge your body could deliver. 

Toge let the natural fall of your body releases you from his cursed words. He made sure to watch as your eyes roll back in your head and the pillow becomes your friend. Your fluttering cunt makes the curse speaker cum thick ropes deep inside. Unspoken mumbles leave his mouth as grunts. 

You two stay there shivering in the aftershocks. You raise a single hand to wipe away the hair from his forehead. “You ‘kay?” Your speech slurred. Toge nods while placing his head against yours. 

“I love you, Inumaki,” you say before placing a soft kiss on his abused lips. He, shakily, holds up the sign for love too and returning the favor.

Remember when I said I wasn’t going to write for JJK. I decided to do it anyways. Hope you enjoyed it! This is my first time writing any character for JJK. Of course its pure smut. I love Toge. He’s so cute, mysterious, and hot. Hope you enjoyed it! I’d appreciate if you’d check out my Complete Masterlist.

[lily-drake]

Gifts

Any holiday or day where gifts were given was taken with utmost seriousness in the Wayne household.  Or in other words, it was a competition to one up each other’s gifts.  It all started when Jason came to the house and Dick had come back to visit for the holidays.  Marinette hadn’t really understood what was happening when she happily opened Dick’s present, which was a new knitting kit with so many different materials.  She ran over to him and hugged him tightly as Alfred took photos.  Dick had glanced over at Jason and smirked at him, but Jay-Jay only rolled his eyes with his arms crossed.  She still hadn’t opened his after all, and he was around her more now than Dick was, which meant he had a higher advantage of knowing her new interests and endeavors.  So he watched as she pulled out a thick book of fashion design and her own embroidery set.  Her eyes practically glowed as stared at the set.  Jason hadn’t even seen her move because next thing he knew strong arms were wrapped around him.  The 7-year-old had definitely been taught by Dick on how to hug people.

Bruce gazed lovingly at his children, but he knew about their competition, and he would not be outdone by his sons.

“Daddy, Daddy, look what Birdy and Jay-Jay gave me!  They’re so nice!  Feel the material Birdy got me, I can make so many things now!”

“That sounds amazing, Bluebell.”

Marinette smiled brightly as she showed Bruce the gifts that she got.

“Do you want to see what I got you?”

He asked amusedly.  Marinette began to hop on her toes in excitement, because daddy’s always had the best gifts!

“Yes please!”

Bruce smiled and pointed out a small, thin, rectangular box under the tree.  She leaped over to it and when she opened it her mouth dropped open and she squealed.

“You got me tickets to Sophie Theallet’s fashion show?!”

She was jumping with joy as she stared at the five tickets in her hand.  Bruce looked over at and smirked at the boys.  He won, again.  They groaned and sulked in annoyance.  Why did he always win?

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Marinette was 9 when she finally figured out what her family was doing, and she knew that she would be the one to give the absolute best gifts to her family!  Her family deserved something super special, so she went to work.  Her Birdy was part of the circus and they had a lot of equipment he often used.  But what could she do that would be super special and make her win the competition?  Then it hit her, she knew exactly what she would do!  She would need to ask Alfred for help, but it would be worth it!

Next was Jay-Jay.  She didn’t know much about his past as he always told her that she had to wait till she was older, but she knew about him now.  Jay-Jay loved to read and would often read to her, he really liked hoodies and comfy things, and he liked to bake with Alfred and her.  So maybe…….yea!  She would do that, it shouldn’t be that hard to do.

Daddy always got her such nice gifts, how could she ever beat him?  There had to be something she could do to outdo him.  He was Batman, he worked with the Justice League, he loved all of them, and sometimes if he finished his work early would watch movies with them!  But he was always so good and knew exactly what to get.  She would try though, she had an idea and she hoped it would work.

Alfred, he deserved the best gift because of everything he did for them!  She already knew the perfect gift for her grandpa Alffie!

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Christmas arrived and she stared out the window as the snowflakes fell onto the covered yard.  Maybe they could go sledding today, that would be so much fun!  She was so transfixed in the snow, and thinking of how pretty a dress would be with the same color and different designs, that she hadn’t noticed her brothers sneaking up on her.  A squeal left her lips as she was lifted into the air and twirled around wrapped in the warm embrace of her Birdy.  She giggled as he spun and squeaked as she was gently thrown into the air, only to land on the couch.

“Good morning Blueberry.”

Dick chirped happily.  She giggled again and leaned into Jay-Jay’s hand as he ruffled her hair.

“Morning Pixie-pop.  Sleep well?”

“Morning Birdy and Jay-Jay.  I slept great, thank you.  Did either of you?”

Jason shrugged with a small smirk,

“I slept fine, though I wouldn’t have minded sleeping a little longer.  You missed Dick’s hallway caroling this morning.”

“I sounded amazing, thank you very much.  And I was too excited to fully sleep.  I’m going to win this year.”

Dick said pridefully.

“No way, I’m totally going to beat you.”

Jason deffied puffing out his chest slightly.  Marinette giggled and called out,

“No, I’m going to beat all of you!  I will be the champion gift giver this year.”

They looked at her and smirked.

“Only in your dreams Pix.”

“You’ll see,”

She replied, crossing her arms and lifting her nose in the air like she had seen some of the people at the galas do.

“Then you’ll have to agree with me!”

They all gave each other sceptical looks before laughing and continued to talk until daddy came down.  When he finally did, the competition commenced.  The first person to open presents was her, obviously, as she was the youngest.  Dick had given her a really nice and fancy art kit, and she loved it!  Jay-Jay had given her tickets and backstage passes to the theater for The Nutcracker, she had been wanting to see it for a while now.  Alfred had told her that he would teach her how to make a super secret recipe, and she would be able to help him with dinner today too!  Daddy, he was too clever, too cunning.  He had given her a pet hamster, and it was beautiful!  She couldn’t beat him now, her gift was nothing compared to-to this!  She tries though, and maybe she could win second?  Yea, she would be ok with second, if she got this adorable baby creature.  She couldn’t even be mad or disappointed, because look at its cute little feet and adorable eyes!

Next was Jay-Jay.  The others had given him some really nice things, but she felt that hers was the best!  So when he opened it and his eyes shined, she knew she made the right thing!  It had taken her hours to find it, and she had to ask Dad if she could get it since she wasn’t allowed to use the card without permission.  It was one of the first books of Pride and Prejudice ever published, she even got him a fancy ink and quill set so he could better embrace his Harry Potter nerdom.

“This is amazing, thank you Pixie, I guess I do owe you an apology, this is amazing.”

She smiled up at him while gently petting the top of her new hamster's head as it laid on her lap.

“Told you!”

For Dick she had knitted him a collection of stuffed animals that he talked about from the circus.  Alfred had helped her find the material and helped her when she made a mistake or needed help on a particularly tricky part.  She thought she saw Dick’s eyes water for a second.  The next thing she knew she was being tightly hugged, but he left enough room to not squish her furry child.

“Thank you Blueberry, it’s amazing.”

“Of course it is, I made them!”

He chuckled as he pulled away and ruffled her already messed up hair.

She had made Daddy a picture book and had decorated it with black and yellow glitter, bats, and different birds.  Throughout the book were all of the pictures that she was able to get her hands on dated and labeled in order from oldest photo to most recent.  He had a soft smile as he looked through the book and when he finally looked back up to his slightly nervous daughter he pulled her into a hug and kissed her forehead.

“I think you won this year.”

“Nuh ah!  You gave me a hamster!  There’s no way I could have won!”

“Well, I think all the others would agree that you thought of and made some very amazing gifts.”

She turned to look at the others as they gave gentle nods and thumbs up.  Her cheeks felt really warm and she smiled at them all.

“Thank you.  Now Grandpa Alffie needs to open his presents!”

Alfred smiled at the small child and opened the gifts he had received from the others.  Marinette had made and embroidered a new handkerchief for him.  He seemed to like it as he immediately placed it in his pocket.  She was the victor of this year's Christmas gift exchange, but she still felt that Daddy beat her.

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As years passed and her family grew so did the competition.  Sadly, it would be harder to her her family their most desired gifts as she had decided to study abroad in Paris that year, but she would be da*ed if she didn’t try her hardest.  She had gotten better with her skills for making things over the years, and so much had happened.  Jason had died and come back, that was the hardest time of her life.  They had new people adopted into the family, and she even had a little brother!  She was going to meet him this year when she went to visit for the winter break.  She would have the glasses with her at all times in case there was an attack so she could quickly come back here and take care of it.

When she arrived at the Gotham Airport and saw her large family standing and holding a sign as they looked for her she ran up to them as quickly as she could.

“Pixie!”

Jason called out, catching the small girl and twirling her around.  She laughed and when she was put down created the rest of her family just as happily.  When she finally came face to face with her little brother she held out her hand.  Her family said he was more formal and was very against physical touch that he did not agree to or initiate.  He eyed her hand suspiciously before shaking it and giving her a nod.

“Damian Al Ghul-Wayne.”

“Marinette Wayne.  It’s nice to finally meet you Damian.”

They both let go after a firm shake.  She already had a gift for him, and Kagami helped her find the perfect one.  It was a nice blade, the blade was completely black, but had a red tint to it and red gains that delicately ran through it.  The hilt was of fine golden metal and a strong leather grip.  She had made the sheath for the blade.  With strong leather and an inner layer of Kevlar so the sword would be protected.  She had carved in Arabic symbols to spell out “Son of Bat” and had sewn a few almost unnoticeable small robins along the bottom and top of the inky black material.

For Tim, she had gotten him the best coffee beans in all of Paris and she had made him new lounge clothes that identified with his hero persona of Red Robin that had many hidden pockets and two large to-go coffee cups, one on each sleeve.

For Jason she had made him a new leather Jacket with book quotes embroidered all over the inside of the inner material.  There were lots of different pockets, and a few tailor made to fit his guns.  She had put a few Jagged Stone concert tickets in one of the pockets too.

For Stephanie, she had made purple silk pajamas that had waffles all over it.  She had even made sure that there was a hood connected to the pj shirt.

For Cass, just like Jason had done for her, gotten tickets for The Nutcracker.  She had also gotten her ballerina shoes, the best one and most highly recommended ones from the Paris Ballet.

For Dick she had made him an elephant onesie.  Why you may ask, well because for her birthday he had given her a mouse one.  So was it spite for being called short, or was it her trying to match, nobody needs to know.

She had made Alfred a new apron with the words “Don’t try anything, I already know.”  Neatly sewed in cursive into it.

She had gotten Babs a new eskrima stick infused with a bit of her luck in it so no one would underestimate her in battle as she would always have luck on her side giving her the upper hand.  She may be disabled, but that doesn’t stop her from kicking butt.

Finally, her gift for her dad.  This one was hard, because she wasn’t around to know what had caught his eye this year, and her siblings refused to tell her.  It was fine though, because she would figure it out.  And she did, or at least she had tried.  She ended up making him a bee suit jacket with everybody’s names sewed into the inner lining, multiple pockets for convenience, and black bats that would only be shown in the right lighting.  She would win this year, she would!  Sadly, Dick had won last year, but she would regain her crown again this year!  She would be the best gift giver of her whole family!!!

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[americxn]

Run - Part 6

(or just shameless Kai smut)

warnings: giving/receiving oral sex, fingering, penetration, overstimulation

Kai stayed painfully true to his word, ensuring that you endured his relentless sexual torment for yet another week. A week of becoming instantly wet in his presence, a week of trying your hardest to ignore his frequent glances at you, which were far too long and intense to be casual. You couldn’t cope without him for much longer; your fingers had long since become inefficient when it came to relieving your unending sexual frustration and you ached, physically ached, for the day that Kai would finally alleviate your desperation. And so, one evening, unable to go another night without him, you sought Kai out, finding him slouched in a chair at the dining table with a stack of ink-covered paper before him. He looked up immediately when you appeared in the doorway of the dining room, seeming to stiffen in his chair. “Hey. You look stressed, are you alright?” You commented, leaning against the door frame, trying to keep your intentions concealed. “Yeah, just speeches and shit.” He mumbled, pushing the papers away from him with a defeated sigh.

“Is there anyway that I can help?” You chirped innocently, pushing off the door frame to clasp your hands behind your back. You rocked slightly on your toes, trying your hardest to ignore how good he looked: the strong panes of his face highlighted in the dim light, the little strands of faded blue hair that had escaped from his hurriedly tied-back hair falling about his face in a pretty frame.  He stared you down for several seconds, his dark eyes flashing with amusement. “Not very subtle, y/n.” He remarked lowly, turning back to his papers and shuffling them into a neat pile. Your eyes widened slightly, all your confidence slipping away. Turn around. Just turn around, go back upstairs. That little, sane part of your mind begged with you, but you couldn’t just leave, rooted to the spot by Kai’s overbearing presence. “But, if you’re so desperate to help,” he continued, setting his papers aside and leaning back in his chair to survey you fully. You stared back at him, his gaze utterly transfixing. “Get on your knees.” He finished bluntly, smirking slightly as your eyes flashed in excited alarm. You took a shuddering breath, your cunt warming at his words, before lowering yourself onto your knees by the door. “Good. Now crawl to me.” Your arms shook slightly as you lowered them to the floor too, trying to keep any heat from swarming your cheeks as you did as he asked, not taking your eyes off his as you crawled towards him. You forced yourself to move slowly, ensuring that your ass was raised in the air slightly.  Above you, Kai’s mouth watered. His hand found your cheek when you finally met him, cupping your skin in his warm palm and turning your face up to him. “You look so pretty on my floor.” You braced your hands on the edge of his chair, pushing yourself to your knees to be more at his eye level. The surface of the chair was rough beneath your fingers and you gripped onto it, his stare that was meant for you, and only you, dizzyingly intoxicating.  You swallowed. He tracked the slight movement of your throat, a smirk unfurling over his lips as his free hand moved to the crotch of his pants.  His fingers were steady as he undid his jeans, lifting his ass up to push them down his hips slightly before settling back in his chair. Without hesitating, you leaned in, licking a stripe up his clothed cock. The cotton of his underwear was dry against your tongue but could feel Kai’s dick stiffen in lieu of your tongue, the hotness leeching through the material barrier and settling over him. Kai shuddered, his hand roving slowly from your cheek to the nape of your neck where he allowed his fingers to tangle in the roots of your hair and pull firmly. The small tug notified you that you were now in Kai’s control and his hand pushed your head forwards, urging you to repeat the action. You did as he silently asked, pressing the tip of your tongue slightly harder against him in a way that made his breathing sound laboured from above you. It was your turn to smirk at how quickly your soft touches had his cock twitching from the confines of his underwear; reaching out, you peeled the material away, watching as Kai’s eyes shuttered in premature relief. You wasted no time in enveloping Kai with your mouth, taking him deep and listening with satisfaction when you heard his barely restrained, sharp intake of breath. Sucking in your cheeks, you pulled back up his length with a hum, pausing to run your tongue across the underside of his head before taking him all again, suppressing the urge to gag when his tip hit the back of your throat.  You worked your head with fervour, Kai’s grip on your hair tightening but no longer trying to guide you as you took the lead, Kai’s mind blurring in the midst of the pleasure you were finally giving him. Rough, gasping moans began to fall from Kai’s lips, urging you on, spurring you to take him deeper. But suddenly, Kai’s fingers tightened their hold in your roots, pulling you all the way off his cock and forcing your head back. He analysed your face, the sheen of saliva coating your swollen lips. Reaching out, he ran his thumb along your lower lip, collecting the wetness gathered there and raising it to his own mouth and licking it up. Arousal, searing and demanding, settled over you at his simple action. A low groan worked it’s way up from the back of throat in your desperation to feel his cock inside of you. “What do you want?” He crooned down at you, catching your chin between his fingers to tip your head even further back, exposing the column of your throat to him. “C’mon, Kai. Don’t play with me. You know exactly what I want.” You responded, hating the yearning whine that accented your tone. Kai’s cock twitched from where it waited between your bodies and you glanced down at it briefly, it’s swollen tip pleading with you silently to pay attention to it, a drop of precum beginning to dribble slowly down the head, cutting through the angry red hue.  “Have you forgotten your manners? I don’t fuck impolite sluts.” Your mouth fell open slightly at Kai’s scolding, taken aback by what he had just called you. He smirked, resting his fingertips upon your chin and pushing your mouth closed. “Take off your clothes. Show me how much you want me.” You scrambled to your feet, not being able to find the dignity within you to peel the clothes off slowly; it was obvious that Kai wasn’t in the mood for anymore teasing either. When your clothes had been abandoned in a pile by your feet, you turned to Kai, reaching down to slowly peel your panties down your legs, not breaking eye contact as your fingers reached behind you to deftly undo your bra. Kai’s cock was practically vibrating in excitement, his mouth going dry as he scanned every inch of your exposed skin. The cold air settled over you, coaxing goosebumps to form all over your body in every place that Kai’s gaze touched. He swallowed. “Come sit on my lap.” He rasped. You walked to where he was still lounged in his chair, though it was undeniable that his shoulders where tight with anticipation. Throwing your leg over his lap, your hands found his shoulders and you sat, one of your hands briefly leaving his shoulder to help slowly ease his cock into you.  You both let out a shuddering groan as you sank his dick deeper into your wet cunt, easing yourself down until his was fully sheathed in you, all of your body weight settling onto his lap.  Kai leaned in, nipping at your ear before whispering: “Fuck yourself on my cock.” You obeyed, rocking your hips back and forth experimentally before bringing your knees onto the small slivers of chair either side of Kai’s legs to gain leverage.  Then, you began to fuck yourself on his cock, finding a steady rhythm that had Kai’s head falling back in pleasure. The relief and pleasure that coursed through every one of your nerves as you were finally allowed to have him inside of you was dizzying and before long, your legs were trembling, overwhelmed by the pleasure that was amplified by how long you had been denied of it. You almost came when Kai reached up to ease his long middle and ring fingers into your mouth. You parted your lips for him, allowing his fingertips to push in deep, pressing against the back of your tongue. Closing your lips around his fingers you moaned into his skin, running the tip of your warm tongue along the underside of his deeply-reaching fingers. He shuddered out a groan, his hips lifting to meet yours. “I don’t want to cum yet... but fuck, your pussy’s so good, huh?” You moaned loudly at this, never wanting this moment to end. As is he had been listening, Kai’s hands found your hips, forcing you off him before shoving you onto the surface of the table behind you. You swore in surprise and disappointed as his cock was withdrawn from your cunt, but Kai was on you once more in a mere second, his hands gruffly pushing your thighs apart, pressing your knees to your chest and lowering his tongue to your trembling pussy. At the first stroke of his tongue, the world fractured, re-formed, and fractured again. Your hands found his hair, pulling the soft strands from its bun in your desperation to have your hands on him as he serviced you thoroughly. Kai swore against your wetness, pulling away to blow cruelly onto your clit before losing himself in his desire to taste you again and delving his tongue back between your folds.  Tears of pure, unrestrained euphoria blurred your vision as Kai licked again lingering at that spot at the apex of your thighs before sucking it into his mouth, teeth nipping gently. He moved his tongue down in an unhurried sweep to your entrance, his hand raising to press down on your abdomen, holding you still as your hips shamelessly rutted against his face. His tongue nudged at your opening before Kai paused, pulling away briefly to survey you splayed out about him, your tits peaked in a glorious slope from his vantage point. “You taste even better than I was expecting. And I’ve been thinking about it a lot.”  Then his tongue slid straight into your searing cunt, curling within you and reaching deeper than you had expected. Kai chuckled against you when you squeaked in ecstasy, arching off the table in a way that opened your pussy for him. He moved his tongue in and out of you several times, a knot of indescribable pleasure building in your gut with each curl of his tongue inside of you. You luxuriated in his thorough ministrations, the loose strands of his hair brushing over your lower belly as he worked. His tongue eased its way out of you, Kai licking his lips as he gazed upon your pussy and the abundant evidence of what his tongue was doing to you. “So wet.” He mused lowly. “Are you always this wet for me, y/n?”  “Yes.” You squeaked, bracing yourself for release when his tongue reconnected with your clit again.  His name fell off your lips in a chant as he licked and suckled persistently on you once more, a single finger coming to rest against your opening, circling softly around your gaping entrance in a wicked tease. The room tilted as you came, your thighs clenching around Kai’s head as your orgasm barrelled into you, causing you to bow off the table. Kai became ravenous, lapping up your cum as if he would devour your pleasure whole and you couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe, as Kai forced your legs open once more, licking you through your orgasm to ensure that he had coaxed every last jolt of pleasure from you before pulling away. Collapsing back onto the table, you panted, limp and reeling as you tried to piece your shattered mind back together. The noises that came out of you were pitiful, your moaned grunts turning to gasping cries when Kai’s cock suddenly slid back into you.  Your head thrashed back and forth as his hips flexed, filling you inch by inch and not giving you anytime to adjust to his invasion before establishing a smooth, deep pace. You managed to raise your head off the table, looking between your bodies to where Kai’s cock plunged into you again and again, unrelenting as your second release began to build and build.  His dick was swollen with need, its thick length disappearing into you again and again, gleaming with your liquid need with each withdrawal. Kai met your gaze, his eyes wild and his mouth parted in pleasure as your pussy clenched and roiled around him, low sounds of need coming from his throat in rough growls.  Barely able to keep up with his quickening thrusts, you mewled when his other hand drifted to swirl against your clit as his pounding became near-savage. “I’m... You’re - Fuck.” Kai barked, his teeth gritting as he fell forwards onto the table, his arms catching his fall on either side of your body as his climax racked through him. His cum shooting deep into you had your own climax slamming into you, knocking any sense of coherent thought from you. Your eyes rolled, Kai’s thrusts slowing to help you through your second orgasm. Your entire body trembled as you gaped silently, unable to take a full breath to so much as moan in pleasure as stars flashed in your vision. When you were finally able to regain control of your body, convulsing with the aftershocks of your orgasm, Kai drew his cock out of you, some of his cum spilling onto the surface of the table as he did so. “Kai.” You groaned weakly, trying to push yourself up to kiss him but your arms wouldn’t comply and you fell back down onto the table, limp and sated. Once again, one of Kai’s fingers eased into you, the scrape of the rough tip of his finger against that one spot hidden deep within you causing your entire body to jerk in overstimulation. “I - Kai, I can’t.” You gasped as his finger began to work inside of you, stuffing his cum deeper into your cunt. As if in answer, he eased a second finger into you, slick with a mixture of your juices. The sound that this drew from you was halfway between a sob and a moan, his fingers slick with cum as he turned them upwards, a third finger joining them and curling. The sound that rumbled out of you was close to ungodly, Kai’s fingers curling perfectly into you sending yet another orgasm rippling through you. “Yes, you can.” He responded simply, his curled thrusts quickening. Your head slammed back into the table as Kai subjected you to more overwhelming pleasure, your eyes rolling into you head and remaining there for several moments, control over your own body evading you once more. Your fingers clenched and unclenched in the grips of your orgasm, pitiful cries filling the room as your stiff body struggled to comprehend the intense release.  When you finally came down from your third high, Kai was already waiting, his lips capturing yours with a tenderness that knocked the breath from you once more. Your mind was clouded with bliss but you were spurred on by a passion like which you had never felt to kiss him back, spending the last of your energy of his lips. Pulling away, Kai helped your sit upright, your head spinning as you tried to blink the fuzziness from your vision, smiling sleepily at him. He leaned down to press a kiss to your temple, a genuine grin spreading over his own face as he straightened, tucking his limp cock back into the confines of his pants. “I’ll give you a few hours before we go again.” Your stomach tightened at his words, watching as he turned to walk away, his shoulders loose and an unmovable smile planted on his face. taglist: @kitwalker02 @three-eyed-snail @forevercountess @kitwalkerangel @milly-louise @thecountessesglove @samsassinparvismagna @liandav @quicksilverownsmysoul (if you wanna be added or removed to just let me know) 

[bullshxtvixen]

Pairing: Ushijima x Reader

Request: OKAY, so what about ushijima going absolutely fuckin feral in bed while also whispering soft praises to his s/o.

Word count: 1k+

Song: I See Red by Everybody loves an outlaw (if you know, you know.)

Warnings: Smut,18+, praise kink??, ushi has a donkey dick, rough sex, slight yandere vibes at the end???

a/n: This was wrote while i was half asleep last night lmaoooo. Once again shoutout to my beautiful @nyxdelanuit​ for beta reading this and helping my chaotic ass with edits, you’re an angel <3

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“Toshiiii, ~oh fuck.”

Your voice dripped with pleasure as your eyes rolled into the back of your head, lewd moans leaving your mouth while searing lips dragged against the tender skin of your throat as the thick muscle moving inside you stretched your velvet walls so deliciously.

The pair of you had been dating for just over a month but you hadn’t slept together because he’d been so busy training for the game today that he’d seemed so uninterested in fucking you due to being so focused with volleyball, that when he’d invited you back to his room after winning the match, you hadn’t been sure what to expect. You’d heard the rumours about his cock, but when he’d come out of the shower wearing nothing save for the towel around his neck, your mouth had formed the perfect O as you took in his semi hard cock hanging between his muscled thighs. Your legs had immediately clenched together as you thought about taking the entire length of it.

That same girthy cock now kissed your cervix, sending waves of pleasure thundering through your body as your hips came up off the bed in an attempt to meet his hips as they rolled into you with ruthless force. The sound of skin slapping skin filled the room along with your ragged moans as the coil in the pit of your stomach tightened.

“You feel so good, wrapping around me like that, but I know you can take it all for me, princess.” his pace never slowed as he pulled back and removed your legs from his waist, instead throwing one over each of his shoulders so that his head was caged between them before locking his arms tightly around them, hugging them to his chest.

If you’d thought he was rough before, you were underestimating him. The new pace that he set had your toes curling and your fists tangling in the bed sheets as he unleashed his full power on your sopping cunt; your arousal coating his cock, making it easier for him to repeatedly bottom out inside your wet heat.

Your walls were being stretched to new limits as his entire length was repeatedly sheathed inside you and the power behind every snap of his hips sent stars bursting across your vision as you chanted his name like a mantra, begging for him to give you everything he had.

He was hesitant at first, but he couldn’t hold back as your lips called out his name. You looked so beautiful as you writhed beneath him while he filled you with his cock that he couldn’t bring himself to care, he would give you everything if that’s what you wanted.

The power behind his thrusts increased further, each one jolting your body as he slammed his hips into yours. Groans fell from his mouth as he looked down and watched his cock sink into your needy cunt over and over again, the sight made his balls tighten and his breathing become ragged as his own orgasm neared.

“That’s it, take all of me, beautiful. Fuck. You’re such a good girl.” his words set your body on fire, your pleasure nearing its tipping point as your pussy began to twitch around his length, shameless moans falling from your parted lips as you lost yourself in the feel of him moving inside you.

“Please, please let me cum, Toshi, I want to cum all over your cock.” you begged -pleaded even- so desperate for release as he continued to reach sinfully deep inside you.

He was near himself, his cock throbbing as your walls clamped down around him, choking him as he pounded your tight little hole. He already knew he wasn’t going to be able to get enough of you, the way you wrapped around him was too addictive, he wanted to lose himself in you for days.

Hell, he might actually do just that if you'd let him. He could tell from the way you cried his name as he moved a hand so he could press a thumb against your clit that you’d allow him to lock you away with him and let him pump you full of his cum if he asked, he was sure of it.

He smiled to himself at the thought as he felt his thrusts begin to get sloppy as his release crept up on him, he only had a couple more thrusts left before he came inside your greedy pussy.

“You want to cum? Then cum all over my cock like a good girl, y/n.” 

His thumb pressed harder against your clit as his words found their way to your ears. In that same moment, he felt your walls begin to spasm around his cock as your back arched from the bed, your mouth falling open in a silent scream as your orgasm spread through your body.

“OHGODOHFUCKFEELSSOFUCKINGGOODYESYESFUCKYES.” you cried out, your lust drowned brain unable to form anything close to a proper sentence.

The feel of your cunt tightening to an almost vice-like grip sent him over the edge, ropes of thick white cum coating your insides and leaking out onto the bed as he fucked you through your orgasm, prolonging it as much as he could.

“Milking my cock so good, y/n, so fucking good.”

He collapsed next to you, chests heaving as you both struggled to catch your breath.

His hand reached out for yours as he lay on his stomach, his face turned to you as his eyes watched the flush slowly disappear from your face and your breathing slowed to a steady rate.

“Jesus, fuck, Toshi, that was...” your mind struggled to come up with an accurate description but you were saved from having to reply as his lips covered yours. You couldn’t help but sigh as you melted into the kiss. It was so soft, a complete contrast to the person he’d been just minutes ago.

Muscular arms wrapped around your waist, dragging your body to his as he turned to lay on his back, bringing you with him so that you lay on his chest, his warm lips never leaving yours as his arms tightened around you.

He knew he couldn’t keep you like this forever, but there was no harm in trying. 

You were his afterall.

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Ushi going all yandere on you gives me so many feelings....

[the-iceni-bitch]

Who’s Got Their Claws in You My Friend

Pairing: Robert Pronge x hit woman!Reader

Words: Another mobile entry so no fucking clue

Summary: You get the pleasure of working another hit with your favorite colleague.

Warnings: DARK!!!! Dark, dark, dark, please be mindful of all warnings! Violence (m to f, f to m, blood, gore, death), explicit language, explicit sexual content (oral sex (m receiving), unprotected vaginal sex, hate fucking, mentions of penetration with a foreign object, spit kink, choking, overstimulation), SMUT!!!!! 18+ ONLY!!!!!

A/N: This was totally unplanned! Something just clicked in my brain and I thought, “Y’know what, I’m gonna write a Freezy fic.” Anyway, this is super fucking dark y’all, even darker than the first one, if that’s possible, so if you are one of my soft babies maybe skip it. All you dark hoes are in for a real treat though!

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“You look so pretty with my cock in your mouth kitten.” Robert growled as looked down at you, one hand wrapped in your hair and the other squeezing your neck, cutting off your air as he fucked your throat. “Shit, I can feel myself in there. I bet you’re so fucking wet. You gonna cum like a good little whore?”

You whined around his cock as you squeezed your thighs together, your eyes rolling up into your head as you clenched around nothing, arousal soaking your panties and leaking down your thighs. Your clit was throbbing with need as your vision started to go black at the edges.

He hissed as your teeth scraped against his length and you swallowed around him, his cock twitching at the back of your mouth before he shot his load down your throat. His fingers squeezed your neck in a bruising grip as you almost passed out, your cunt fluttering as you came apart from nothing but the feel of his thick seed sliding down your throat.

You almost passed out before he released your neck and backhanded you across the face, his ring raising a cut along your cheekbone. You managed to catch yourself on your forearm before you went sprawling across the alley, wiping the mixture of blood and cum from the corner of your mouth with the back of your hand.

He gave you a wolfish grin as you stood up, tucking himself back into his slacks as he stared at you.

“How do I look?” You said with a grin of your own, blood staining your teeth.

“Fucking terrible.” He muttered. Your cheeks were stained with mascara and tears, and your lipstick was smeared all over your chin. A thin trickle of blood was starting to seep down your face where he had struck you, and the skin around the cut was starting to swell. His handprint on your neck was starting to bruise. “Missing a little something though.”

He took a step towards you and ripped your dress down the front before tearing one of the sleeves loose. You weren’t wearing a bra, and you did your best to cover yourself with the tatters he’d left you with.

“I liked this dress, cocksucker! I’m gonna get you back for this.” You growled at him.

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep, sweetheart.” He said as he pulled his gun out of his waistband. “Now run.���

You winked at him before sprinting out of the alley, letting out a terrified shriek as he strode after you shaking his head.

You pounded on the door to the townhouse, screaming and crying as you did your best to keep yourself covered with the ruins of your dress.

“Let me in, please!” You wailed, your nails scrabbling on the painted wood of the front door.

A giant man in a police uniform wrenched the door open, cursing when he got a good look at you and ushering you inside quickly.

“Thank you!” You cried, collapsing against his chest with a sob, your voice completely blown out from the abuse you had taken.

“What happened honey?” He said as he ran his hand over your back in a soothing gesture.

“He cornered me in an alley.” You mumbled against his chest as you peeked out to the rest of the house. You saw two more cops in the kitchen, and an asshole in a suit lounging in the living room. “I don’t know how I got away, he said he was going to kill me!”

“Don’t worry, sweetheart, you’re safe here.” He nodded over his shoulder to the two officers who were coming out of the kitchen now. “O’Dowd, Mangione, go check it out.”

“We’re supposed to stay with the witness, Sarge.” One of them grumbled.

“I think I can handle it. I feel like a rapist running around is a more immediate threat.”

The two officers headed out the front door, shaking their heads.

“Are you sure you shouldn’t go with them Sergeant?” You whined, batting your eyelashes at him. “I know I’d feel safer if you were out there looking for him.”

“Someone’s gotta stay here with you, darling. I wouldn’t feel right leaving you alone after what you’ve been through.” He murmured, looking down at you with a warm smile.

“Well, fuck.” You said with a heavy sigh before pulling the knife out from under your skirt and plunging it into the base of his skull. “I hate killing cops. It’s so fucking messy.”

The idiot in the living room cursed and dove off the couch as you wrenched your knife free. He scrambled towards the back door as you followed after him, letting the tatters of your dress pool around your waist.

He just made it to the back door of the kitchen when Pronge burst through it, leveling his silenced pistol at the mark’s head.

“Where ya goin’ Joey?” He said around a smirk as he cocked the pistol. “You don’t seem that happy to see us, rat.”

Joey raised his hands in supplication as he backed away from Robert, and right into your knife. You twisted it against his spine before ripping it out of him and slashing it across his throat.

Robert came to stand next to you as the two of you watched the snitch bleed out on the kitchen floor, tucking his gun back into his pants as he scowled at you.

“This one was supposed to be mine, cunt.” He growled at you.

You just shrugged as you twirled your blade between your fingers. “They said they wanted to send a message, and I feel like a good stabbing says a lot more than a couple of bullets.”

He watched you bend over the body and open its mouth, slicing his tongue out and slapping it on the kitchen table. You grabbed one of the chef’s knives from the counter and plunged it through the center of the thick muscle, pinning it to the table.

“That oughta do it.” You said as you surveyed your handiwork, wiping your own blade on your skirt before tucking it back into the sheath on your thigh.

“You’re sick sweetheart.” He said with a shake of his head, following you out the back as he watched you ass swaying back and forth in your boots.

“Quit sweet talking me.” You said over your shoulder, accepting his jacket he handed you to cover up as you made your way back to his car parked in the alley.

He pinned you against the wall as a group of cop cars sped past. His face was buried in your neck as he inhaled your scent deeply. You smelled like blood and sex and he could feel himself getting hard again as he slotted his knee between your thighs.

“Fuck, kitten.” He growled into your hair as he ground his hips against yours. “I wanna wreck that whore pussy of yours.”

You punched him in the nose as you laughed in his face, making him hiss as he stumbled backwards.

“That’s for my dress, bastard.” You said as you started sauntering towards the alley again.

He wiped his sleeve across his face and winced when it came away bloody. The snarl he let out was absolutely feral as he charged after you.

It only took him a second to catch up to you right as you entered the alleyway, grabbing the hair at the back of your head and slamming your face into the hood of his car.

“You goddamn fucking bitch!” He hissed in your ear as he bent over you, grinding his cock into your ass as you moaned wantonly.

You threw your elbow back and caught him in the ribs, smirking as you felt a crack and he released you with a groan, pressing a palm to his diaphragm.

You turned yourself over and wrapped your hands in the front of his shirt, ripping it open and running your palms over the plains of his chest before bending forward and sinking your teeth into the firm muscle there as you worked to undo his belt. A thin whine emitted from your throat as he gripped your jaw hard and drew your face back, tilting your chin until your neck was bent at a painful angle as you looked into his lust blown eyes.

His other hand dug painfully into your breast as he slotted himself between your thighs, your fingers still working at undoing his pants. You let out a whimper and felt your cunt clench when he slapped your nipple harshly, a new rush of arousal seeping down your thighs from your already soaked panties.

“You gonna be a good little slut for me?” He asked as you finally freed his dick, wrapping your hand around him and swirling your thumb through the precum that had collected on his angry red tip.

“Fuck you Pronge.” You hissed through clenched teeth as you gave his balls a harsh squeeze, making him groan.

“You’re playing a dangerous game, kitten.” He growled as you lined him up at your entrance, running his tip through the slick that had coated your mound. He moved his hand from your breast to tuck under your ass and drew you onto him in one smooth motion, your pussy fluttering around him as he stretched you open. “Goddamn, this cunt is so fucking tight. Squeezing me so good.”

His hips started slamming into you, barely giving you time to adjust to his girth before you devolved into an simpering mess. You both hated and loved the loss of control you felt ever time he fucked you, but the knowledge that you could turn him into a needy, demanding animal always filled you with the heady feeling of power that nothing except killing had ever given you before.

You gripped one of his biceps painfully as your other hand dug into his chest, your fingernails raking across his skin in deep gauges as he kept your head bent at its unnatural angle, his teeth running over your throat as he rutted into you. He nipped at the soft skin of your neck and you felt your pussy clenching around him as he pressed you into him, blood seeping from the wounds you’d left on his chest smearing across your tits as your breath started to hitch.

“That’s my pretty little whore.” He murmured against the shell of your ear as his hips slammed into you. “Lemme feel that cream all over my dick kitten.”

You moaned as your pleasure overtook you, riding its wave as your torso spasmed and rolled underneath his, your cunt fluttering as your released flowed out of you around his cock, making it easier for him to start moving even faster.

“God, I fucking hate you.” You moaned as he fucked you through it, your eyes rolling back as aftershocks vibrated through your core.

“The feelings mutual, bitch.” He said around a grin, turning your head so you were facing him. “Now open your mouth.”

You did as he ordered and he spat into the back of your throat, slamming your jaw closed with a clattering of teeth before ordering to swallow with nothing but a glare. He beamed as he watched your throat constrict before bending to catch your lips with his, sending another shockwave through your body.

His kiss caught you off guard. It was all desperation and need as his teeth pulled at your lips and his tongue slipped between your teeth. You felt the echo of it in your core as he ran his thick muscle over the swell of your bottom lip and you moaned into his mouth before kissing him back with equal fervor.

Another drive of his hips had you cumming again and he let out a snarl as you sank your teeth into his bottom lip, relishing the metallic taste of his blood as it filled your mouth. Your body shook underneath his as your pussy clamped down on him.

You were left breathless as he broke his face away from yours, panting hotly against your cheek before he pulled out of you suddenly, making you whine. Before you had a chance to adjust he was flipping you over and running his hand over the curve of your ass. He slapped his hand against your cunt suddenly and you let out a yelp before he ran his tip over your slit, teasing you with it as his teeth ran over your shoulders.

“This is my pussy now kitten.” He murmured against your skin as he slowly sank into you, grinning at the moan you let out. “I’m gonna fuck her so hard, she’ll never be able to forget me.”

He drew himself out halfway before slamming back into you and you let out a shriek as you came, your legs turning to jelly as his tip kissed your cervix.

“I ever find out you let some other cock anywhere near my pussy,” he growled into your hair as his hand wrapped around your throat, his hips slapping against your ass at a punishing pace. “I’m gonna shoot him in front of you then fuck you with the gun until you beg me to cut your throat.”

You were sobbing with pleasure against the hood of the car when he wrapped his other arm around your front and pinched your clit hard, ripping another orgasm out of you that had your vision turning white as drool leaked over your chin and ran down across his fingers.

“Now,” he hissed at you, his teeth scraping over the shell of your ear as his fingers circled against your overstimulated bud harshly. “You gonna tell me whose pussy this is, or did I fuck your too stupid to talk?”

“Shit!” You screamed as you came again, fighting against your own body as you struggled to keep from blacking out. “Fuck you, it’s yours!”

“That’s my good little cockslut.” He purred against your neck. “I’m gonna fill you up, and you better not fucking spill any of it. I want you to carry me with you for days.”

You felt his cock twitching inside you and let out a shriek as he sank his teeth into your shoulder, his spend shooting into in thick ropes that filled you with warmth. Your body sagged against the hood of the car as your final orgasm rippled through you, shaking your overworked muscles as you struggled to stay conscious.

He stood up over you and let out a groan of satisfaction at the sight of your throbbing cunt brimming with his seed. He scooped up a few errant drops with his fingers and shoved them back inside you, yanking your panties back into place and giving your pussy a pat like a well trained bitch.

You finally caught your breath and turned to glare at him, making him chuckle darkly at you as he wiped his dick clean on your skirt before tucking himself back into his pants.

“You fucking bastard.” You spat at him, seriously considering drawing your knife and stabbing him in the chest.

He seemed to read your mind and caught your wrist, gripping it painfully as he stepped into you.

“That’s enough for tonight kitten.” He growled as he brushed his teeth against your swollen lips. “I can fuck you unconscious tomorrow.”

You hated the grin that spread over your face at the thought.

“Promises, promises.”

A/N: I’m not even a little sorry, hope you enjoyed, ya sluts!!!

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[vosiro]

⇾ Pairing: Kuroo Tetsurō x F!reader

⇾ Warnings: this shit nasty fr 18+, also CEO!Kuroo bc that’s sexy,

⇾ Authors note: In honor of my husbands birthday, I decided to write this nasty ass shit😜. See, ion know what demon POSSESSED me to write this but...🧍🏾‍♀️anyway, Y/n is implied black, but if you’re not black it’s ite!! There will be some use of AAVE on Y/n’s part tho, and she not finna be one of them “I-I-...b-but k-kuroo!” Shy bitches NONE OF DHET. She a bad bitch and that’s on prd. (Shy bitches still bad doe!!) is this self indulgent? Yea idc 💃🏾

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It was officially November 17, your husband’s birthday. When you had woken up, kuroo had already left for work, so the bed was empty. For the past week and a half you’ve been contemplating what to get him. You see, for your birthday, kuroo always showered you in gifts, money, clothes, anything you wanted. That was exactly the problem. Kuroo had the money, the expenses and the power to get anything either you or him wanted, what could you possible get him that he couldn’t already afford himself. For the past couple years y’all were married, you two always went to some fancy restaurant to eat, then went to a hotel to have some casual birthday sex. This year, you wanted it to be different, you wanted it to be special.

You walked into your local bar in a thin, golden bodycon dress, with a black, expensive fluffy jacket, that just made your skin pop. You just looked like walking money. And ofcourse kuroo had to have his girl walking around with that Hermes Birkin 30cm Himalayan with diamond hardware. You looked around the bar before you saw kiyoko waiting at a table. “Heyy shimizu” you gleamed, sitting down at the empty seat across from kiyoko. “Hey, Y/n-Chan” she replied, passing you the drink that was preordered.

“So.” You sigh.

“So? What’s wrong?” Kiyoko questioned.

“I don’t know what to get tetsu for his birthday...” you replied, taking a sip of your drink.

“I’m sure he’ll like anything you get him.” She reassured.

“Girl, but listen...This man got 4 cars, 3 houses, a visa black card, and a bad ass bitch. What more does he need...wtf do you be getting ryōsuke for his birthday??” You questioned

“Well, he usually likes anything I get him. It’s all about the thought y/n. You love him right? Any gift from your heart, he’ll like.” Kiyoko answered.

“Girrrr....you right, you right. Matter ah fact, I have an idea.” You grabbed your lil birkin bag and started to get out the chair “thank you shimizu! Make sure you get to the party at 7:30, tetsu’ll be back at 8!” You said as you rushed out the bar.

You made your way to the expensive lingerie store that was right next to the penthouse you live in with your husband. You quickly entered the store, looking around for something sexy, but cute, but nasty. Kuroo would never admit it, but he gets flustered easily. When you bend over, when you lean down infront of him and he gets a nice view of your tits, when your skirt’s a little too short, when you call him in the middle of a business meeting, and he has to excuse himself so he can fuck his fist to your moans and cries over the phone. You knew exactly how to rile him up, and that’s one of the things he loved about you.

You’ve been browsing the lingere sets at the store for a while, before you see it. A perfect thin, red, sexy, lingerie with garter belts. Not to toot your own horn or anything, but this would just make your skin pop. You quickly grab the set and pay for it, making your way back to the penthouse after.

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It was currently 7:58. Kuroo was expected to arrive at 8. Guests were under the table, hiding behind chairs, any possible place a person could squeeze themselves into. You were hiding under behind the kitchen counter with kiyoko. “Psst. Shimu,” you whispered.

“I’m right here y/n..” she replied.

“Right... anyway, guess what I got tetsu for his birthday.” You asked eagerly.

“Your love and affection??” She answered.

“Girl no...well yes...but no.” You said.

“Then what?” Kiyoko questioned.

“I got 𝐿𝒾𝓃𝑔𝑒𝓇𝒾𝑒.” You replied

“You’re making him wear lingerie??” She said.

“...😏” You smirked

“I’m kiddi-”

*clack*

The door to the penthouse opened slowly and everyone let out a big

“SURPRISE!”

Bokuto ran up to kuroo and gave him a big bear hug “HAPPY BIRTHDAY BRO!” he exclaimed. Kuroo went around greeting everyone, and thanking them for showing up. You were still talking with kiyoko before he started to approach you. “I should leave you two alone.” She she said before walking away to talk with her own husband.

“You planned all of this for me, baby?” He cooed as he took you into his arms for a hug, “yessuh, anything for you.” You said nuzzling your face into his chest. He started to place small kisses down your neck “fuck...I missed you...” His breath was hot against your skin “not here...let’s wait till the party’s over okay, babe?” You wanted to, you wanted to so bad... but one thing about kuroo is he goes feral when you make him wait

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11:00. The last few guests had left a while ago, and kuroo had just got done finishing his shower after you had yours. He walked out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist, his chiseled chest on full display. This man was always so damn fine, like whew fuck it’s getting hot in hea fr. He sat next to you and started kissing ur collar bone, slowly removing your robe from your skin.

“You don’t understand how bad I wanted to fuck you,” He whispered into your skin. “I was hard the entire night...”

He completely removed the robe from your skin. “Oya? What’s this, baby?”

“Surprise.” You moaned slightly as he slid his hands to grip your ass “tonight, I’ll let you do anything you want to me..”

He halted in his movements “anything?”

“Mhm~” you reassured

You reach down to palm him through the towel, “someone’s really excited.” You say as you stroke him slowly. “That’s because my girl looks so damn sexy right now...and she’s letting me do whatever I want tonight.” Kuroo reaches down to rub circles on your clit.

“Mm~” he stick his tongue down your mouth as you let out your moan. “You’re so wet...it’s seeping through your panties and spilling onto my fingers..” he grins “only for you, daddy..” you say.”

“Fuck..the whole day I was thinking about coming home and fucking you... I even jerked off to the thought of you at work today,” He flipped you over onto your hands and knees, “Now you’re here...all sexy for me.” The towel slid off, and so did your panties as well. “I’m gonna fuck you so good baby, you won’t be able to walk or talk after..” he cooed, rubbing his tip along your folds

“W-wait tetsu, you just not gon prep me or n-fuck!!” He slammed his cock into you with a deep groan.

“Just Shutup and t-take it... fuckk...you’re tight.” He moved in and out of your cunt at an agonizingly slow pace.

“Faster daddy..” you moaned out

“Yea? My baby’s feeling good?” He picked up his pace and started jamming into you harder. You lifted your body up slightly. “Stay the fuck down.” He growled as he grabbed your neck, not wanting to mess up your hair. “Fuck, you feel so fucking good baby.” He was picking up the paste and hitting that one spot he knew you liked. You were moaning loudly into the pillow before he flipped you over onto your back.

“I wanna see that pretty face when I fuck you.” He started fucking you slowly in mission watching his dick get covered in your cream as went in and out. He then took your hand and put it on your lower stomach. “You feel that baby?” He picked up his pace slightly. “You feel how deep I am? Fuck.” His eyes were tainted with lust, and cheeks painted with blush. Your hand felt each and every thrust he was putting into you.

“F-fuck tetsu, you’re so big..” you whimpered. Kuroo was always a sucker for praise. “Yea? Look at you, you’re such a good girl taking all of it.” He groaned out.

“Open your mouth baby.” He stuck two fingers in your mouth coating them in saliva, then slowly sheathing them into your other right hole. You whine out at the stretch. “I want both of my kitten’s holes to be filled tonight.” He let out as he stretched your ass.

“Shit, relax baby, you’re so tight you’re gonna cut off my circulation.”

“F-feels s’good” you moaned as he continued to satisfy both your holes. “C’mere baby.” He pulled you into the reverse cowgirl position. “You knew what you were doing naughty girl” he groaned as you bounced on his dick “shit...dressing up...fuck...like that.” You were squeezing him so tightly and it just felt so good.

“Yes, I knew..mm~” there was no point in lying, you knew exactly how kuroo would react. He landed a smack on your ass “I’ll have to punish you princess,” you heard a spit noise come from behind you, then felt a warm trail of saliva roll down onto you right puckered ass hole. Kuroo massaged the liquid around the hole “fuck, you think my dick would fit in here? My cum dripping out of you pussy and you ass? That’s so sexy..” you winced as he stuck his thumb inside. “Shi.. does it feel that good? You like that? You’re squeezing so tight, fuck.” He groped your ass, letting out a low moan.

“Suck your cream off my dick baby.”

“Yes daddy.” You replied getting off of him and on your knees. You take his girth cock into your mouth. You started bobbing your head quickly, tasting yourself on his dick. He place a firm grip on the top of your head. “Y-yes, just like tha...mm.. fuck.. your so good to me baby.” His hips started bucking into your mouth roughly, you could tell he was close “fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.”

He grabbed your head halting you to stop. “I wanna cum inside you..”

“Then do it daddy, cum inside me...”

“Fuck. Get on your hands and knees.”

He slid back into you once again letting out a deep moaning after regaining stimulation “how are you still this fucking t-tight...no matter how hard I fuck you...fuck.” He leaned forward and stuck his fingers in your mouth while pounding you into the mattress.

“Mm~ tetsu I’m close~” you whined out

“Yeah? Cum for me baby, milk my cock, I’m gonna stuff you so good.” Ah yes, an even more feral kuroo...truly delicous. “I’m gonna fill you up with my kids...fuck what if you get pregnant.” He groaned. “You’d look so cute with your tummy swollen.” He started picking up his paste, pounding into your sweet spot even harder. “Tetsu, I’m- nngh~ fuck.” Your orgasm washed over you, you were completely fucked out, but he still kept pounding into you.

“Fuck. That’s right, cum on my dick.” One of his arms were on the headboard while the other was wrapped so comfortably around your neck. “C’mon baby. Cum for me one more time. I know you can do it.” He grunted

“I c-cant tetsu.” Your body was still shaking in ecstasy. “Yes you can, c’mon” The hand around your neck reached down to rub your wet clit rough and fast. Needless to say he had you cumming in no time. “Fuck fuck fuck tetsu-”

“Shit, I’m almost there baby, just hold on for a littl- fuck.. bit more.” His thrust started to grow sloppy. “Fuck, I’m cu-uh..nngh.” He let out the most deep and beautiful moan as he spilled his seed into you with one last thrust. You fell onto your back and kuroo right on to of you.

“Fuck baby, that was the best birthday present ever.” He huffed, still out of breath

“Mm~ tetsu! You went too rough..now I’m finna be aching all day. My entire body hurts.” Yo complained.

“Atleast your sexy and in pain.” He said, placing a kiss on your forehead.

“Stfu.”

Fin.

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Did I proof read this? No🧜🏽‍♀️ anyways I wish kuroo a happy birthday mwah 🥰

Me writing plot: 🤮👺🤢👹

Me writing sex scenes: 😏🌝😜🥰

[ikevamp-shrine]

Hey may i ask for a NSFW for theo female reader if you don't mind 🥺

Anyone order a somewhat soft Theo with a cock the size of a horse and a slight breeding kink? 

(I couldn’t breathe the entirety of writing this)

I blame @delicateikemenmemes for the sudden inspiration I got to make this

Author: @ikevamp-shrine

Fandom: Ikemen Vampire

Characters: Theo, female reader

Pairings: Theo x female reader

Words: 1574

Warnings: nsfw, mentions of cum, slight breeding kink, overstimulation 

“Breathe Hondje.”

There was a strain in Theo’s voice- a deep rumbling timbre that spoke volumes of the restraint he was exhibiting. Quick huffs of warm air panted through your hair, his rough palm sliding down your thigh, fingers tracing the curve of your bare bottom. The callouses on his hand from years of tireless efforts lightly scratched over the curve of your waist; the hand of your lover ending its searching of your flesh to rest against the soft plush of your lower stomach. Theo’s eyes held the heat of a thousand suns, his lust for your body crashing over him like waves.

Leaning back on his hunches, Theo gripped his cock, his hand only covering a small portion of the girthy length. Your limbs trembled and jerk with each caress of the head against your swollen clit. He was drawing this out- that much was obvious with how the pads of his fingers had already pruned from your slick, the strands of his hair ruffled and blatantly abused from your insistent tugging as he had delved his tongue deep within your depths. His forearms had angry, red marks from how you had wildly clawed at the skin as Theo had unforgivingly pumped his digits within your cunt, adding finger after finger all while his thumb and tongue had took turns teasing your bundle of nerves. Only when tears slipped past your eyes, your entire form shaking with the need to come did he stop his pleasurable torture, coming off your sex with a pop of his mouth.

He hummed, low and slow, his tongue tasting the remains of your want against his lips, “tell me if it’s too much, my girl.”

He leaned down, his arm tightening around your body while the other assisted his cock to gently rub at your fluttering hole. His voice continued with an alluring promise, “I might just let you come this time.”

You tensed, back curling as Theo slowly pushed past your spread lower lips, a strangled whimper rolling over your tongue; a needy groan of his own joining yours. Even with all the lube coating his pulsing cock and his efforts to get you to relax and become so wet it dripped down to the sheets below, getting completely sheathed within your warm, wet walls was still a feat.

The stretch stung like the tears in your eyes, eyelashes clumping together as your hand pushed at Theo’s sweat slick abs.

“Need a minute?”

Nodding at his question, you took a few shuddering, opened mouth, deep breaths; your brows furrowing at the tremble of Theo’s hips, the scarlet blush flushing over Theo’s cheeks, neck, shoulders, and the clenching of his jaw. He was desperate, though he would never admit it, and never go any further than what you could handle.

“How much more?” You questioned hesitantly.

Theo laughed breathlessly, his heated cheek brushing against yours as he looked down to where the two of you were conjoined. “Verdomme,” he hissed. His eyes found yours, your heart dropping somewhat at the concern in his stormy orbs, “maybe two thirds more… are you going to be able to take me?”

“I thought I opened you up enough,” he mumbled, reaching down to circle once, twice, three times over your clit again, “don’t push yourself, Hondje. If you can’t do it tonight then we can always try again later.”

Stubbornness floated up through you at his words, a frustrated snarl tumbled from you, your growl like words slightly startling Theo. “No. I’m taking you all tonight. Pull out.” Theo did as you said causing a shiver to run over your skin at the sudden emptiness, a confused expression plastered on his features while you flipped onto your hands and knees.

He chuckled, grabbing a pillow from above your head. “Eager aren’t we Hondje?”

“Hush it.”

Theo, planting a kiss between your shoulder blades and pushing the pillow under your stomach, slowly eased you down onto your forearms. One hand gripped his lube-stick manhood, the other sliding between your legs to rub in quick, but light, side to side motions hoping to distract you from the pain you so stubbornly wanted to put yourself through.

“… go slow please,” you whispered shakily, cheek pressing against the rumpled sheets, heart beating furiously.

The softness of Theo’s voice eased some of your worries. “Anything for you, mijn schat. Ready?”

You nodded again, fingers clenching, eyes rolling back, neck twisting to pushing your face deep into the mattress, mouth parting to release muffled high-pitched moans as Theo steadily shoved himself inch by inch into your spread thighs.

He rasped, “keep clenching that hard I’m never going to fit.”

Trying to relax as much as possible something snapped in your head as his hips met yours.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck… good girl,” a deep moan slid over your shoulder sending shivers down your spine. Teeth bared, Theo panted, finally bottomed out; quick huffs of air brushed through your hair as Theo placed shaky kisses along your spine, neck, head. “You’re doing so good. You took me so well. I’m so proud of you, Hondje.”  

“Shut up and move,” you snarled, head spinning from the lack of oxygen, your need to come ebbing away at your patience.

Rough digits fisted your hair, your neck snapping back, spine arching sharply, arms reaching to palm at the flexing muscles of Theo’s ass, chest heaving and teeth hissing at how his member went even deeper. A growl mixed with your yelps; his voice dangerously vicious. “Careful vrouw. I will still punish you… and such shame that would be with how much of a good girl you were today.”

He released your hair causing you to fall forward, your arms trapped between his palms against your back. His dick sliding out slowly causing your eyes to widen and cunt to squeeze desperately at his flesh, only the tip of his member remaining inside.

“Easy my girl, you get another chance.” You could feel his thick vein rolling as Theo thrusted roughly back into your welcoming warmth once more. A short scream sliced through the air, Theo’s head falling back at the tightness. He leisurely pulled out once more, repeating the process of leaving of the tip only to slam himself into you a few more times until your pleasured filled screams became too loud.

“Bite down on the pillow Hondje. I don’t want Arthur to come knocking on my door asking to join,” Theo taunted, grabbing the back of your neck, curling over your arched back. His rutting found a steady pace: slow but so intense each thrust caused your entire body to push further into the mattress. The bed scraped against the floor, the headboard banging against the wall as Theo released your arms to grip at the wood. He let out a breathless chuckle, his voice strained and wavering as if he was being consumed by the heat, “your legs are trembling... does it feel that good, Hondje?”

Your only response was a broken curse.

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Drool pooled from your lips, eyes hazy and barely opened; the only thing you could see being the blurry image of ripped sheets and the flickering of the candle flame. Theo’s balls slapped ruthlessly against your abused clit with each smack of skin echoing through the air. Your brain blanking as you try to count how many times you had came already. Theo had kept the same pace, even while he came, coating your insides with his seed, his teeth gnashing and snarls ripping past his lips.

Your legs felt like lead, your limbs trembling with exhaustion. If it wasn’t for Theo hold up your lower half you would have already passed out, sprawled out, limbs spread wide against the bed.

“You still with me schatje?”

Your skin burned where he touched, his whispers barely reaching your ears as he flipped you over, his hands roaming your body as if he owned it. Wiping away a few tears drying on your red cheeks, Theo’s eyes softened at your submissive expression. Biting back at him had always riled him up, but when you were completely and utterly submissive it made him feel as if he could protect you from the entire world. It was just you and him. No deadlines, no annoying buyers, no overly sexual friends- just you, him, and the heat.

You whimper, needy, tired, “please Theo, I can’t take anymore.”

He captured your lips in a delicate kiss, his tongue slipping past the plush pads to lap at the sensitive roof of your mouth. He broke the kiss encasing your shivering body in his arms. “Look how sleepy you are baby.”

You began to slip in and out of unconsciousness, the warmth of your lover’s skin too comforting. Theo’s quiet hum, and sharp, overstimulated hiss roused you just enough to feel him leave your aching cunt only for a rush of warm, thick liquid to spill out and slide between the valleys of your ass.

“Ah, ah, mijn schat. You said you wanted a baby,” Theo grumbled, a rough husk deep within his words. Swiping up the cum that still continued to dribble out of your sex, Theo pushed his fingers deep inside of you, scissoring the digits to feel the sloshing of his cum painting your insides. He chuckled knowingly at your pitiful sob, “guess I’m just going to have to keep you plugged all night long huh, Hondje?”

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Poker Night

Summary: It's Syverson's last night with her before he is deployed back to duty in the desert. She challenges him for a game of strip poker and ends up on the table.

Pairing: Syverson x OFC

Word count: 1.9k

Warnings: 18+, smut, oral (male receiving), deep throating, penetration, anal penetration, unprotected sex

A/N: I just love writing about Syverson! And I truly believe he is an ass man. No one can change my mind. Also, thirst away!

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Title: Poker Night

"Ha!" I jumped up in my seat as I threw another flush on the table. "You suck at this, Sy."

The captain grunted from his chair, throwing his cards on the table unceremoniously. He grabbed a hold of his beer bottle and took a huge swig off it.

Sy was to be deployed tomorrow, which meant at least another six months without us being together. We could have just cuddled up in bed, but since that is what we did the entire time he was here, I tried to switch it up.

And besides, this kept my mind distracted of the thoughts of him being away in the desert and the possibility of him never making it back.

I shook my head, grinning at the captain. I had suggested we play some poker instead. We had our dinner, I helped him pack his bag, his uniform sitting nicely pressed on our bed and pulled out the cards.

Sy had brought out a beer and sat himself with a grunt. The man did not show his emotions, but I could feel his eyes lingering on me like he was trying to memorize every part of my body.

"This is Texas Holdem' Poker, how can you be so bad at it?" I shuffled the card again for another round.

"Careful, doll. You don't wanna be gettin' spanked all night."

I bit my lip at the thought. I wouldn't mind getting spanked by him. I could already feel wetness in between my thighs as he smirked at me while gulping down his beer.

I started distributing our cards, when an idea struck me."Maybe you don't have an incentive to win. How about me make it strip poker?"

That definitely pulled Sy's attention. He sat up straighter in his chair, placing the bottle aside and took his cards in his hand.

"Are you ready to strip, Captain?"

***

A round of games later, Sy sat in only his underwear and his cap. He had lost all his deals and I wasn't complaining. He was a sight to behold. The vast expanse of his chest, covered in dark hair, muscles taught and flexing everytime he moved. I was tripping on my new found power to strip the captain of his clothes while I sat there fully clothed.

"You really, really suck." I laughed, arranging my cards to make a hand.

Sy looked at me from under his cap, his gaze intense. He scratched his beard, looking at his cards and arranging them. "How about we make it more interesting?"

"I'm listening," I sat back against my chair, intrigued as to what the man had to offer.

"Sudden death. Whoever looses, strips completely."

I smirked at him, loving the idea. If I could make the Captain strip naked, he would never hear the end of it. I bounced in my seat, not nearly able to contain my excitement.

We began our game. I smiled looking at the straight hand that I was making. Sy was either pulling on a poker face or he was loosing. I liked to think it was the latter, my eyes widening with only two cards left for the hand to complete.

"Here you go."

Sy laid out his cards on the table, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips behind the beard.

"What? No.." I looked at his card incredulously. "A royal flush?! What the-!"

"Don't you know me at all, woman? It's Texas Holdem'. I grew up playing that." I threw my cards at the table, annoyed.

"Now, now. Don't be a sore loser. You know what you have to do." A mischievous grin formed on his face, him sitting back with his hands behind his head.

Oh, how he liked to be in power. He knew he could give me the upper hand and then pull the carpet from underneath me. But I was a military wife alright. He had married his match.

Sliding the chair back, I stood up. I could still win at this, not poker, but I could make him tremble if I wanted to.

Slowly, I let my hand graze over my sides as I made my way to the hem of my tshirt. His tshirt which I had long claimed as my own. With tentative moves, I pulled the fabric over my body, letting it slide up little by little.

I could see Sy shift in his seat, loving the view in front of him. The cold air inside the room, made my nipples harden, straining against the fabric of my bra. I let a hand slide down my breast, teasing and tugged at my shorts.

I kept my gaze on him, not letting my eyes wander. Whereas he followed my shorts fall down my thighs, pooling near my feet. The sheer lust in the man's eyes made me weak. I felt the warmth pooling in between my thighs again.

I was Sy's only weakness. He loved to see me strip.

Biting my lip in between my teeth, I let the straps of my bra fall from my shoulders. The cups fell down, revealing my taut nipples to the cold air. Goosebumps began forming over my skin, as I unhooked the bra and let it join my clothes on the floor.

Sy's hand had disappeared underneath the table, massaging himself through his underwear. Slowly, I made my way to him. Taking his cap off and putting it over mine, I knellled in front of him.

"Need a hand, Captain."

He groaned as I knead him from over his hand. He let his hand go and placed them on my breast, squeezing it tightly.

I moaned with the feeling, as he pinched a nipple between his fingers. Hooking my fingers in his underwear' waistband and pulling them down, I released him from his constraints. His thick cock twitched as I grabbed it in my hand.

"Suck," He said, pulling my head to his groin.

My panties were soaking as I licked his glistening top, precum beading on the tip. Sy let out a huff, watching me as I took him inside my warm cavern, moaning around him.

His pulsating dick filled my mouth and I took him in as much as I could. I pulled him out before swallowing him again. Sy kept his hand over my head, grabbing a hold of my hair.

When I couldn't take him any more, I began pulling out. But Sy kept pushing me on him. Tears sprung in my eyes as I swallowed him, him hitting the back of my throat.

The groan that left his lips, satisfying to my ears and totally worth the discomfort. So I throated him, taking him in deep, each and everytime.

Sy watched me the entire time. His breaths were beginning to come in short and sharp. I grabbed a hold of the base of his cock and stroked simultaneously as I sucked him off.

"Fuck," he breathed our shakily. I could feel his balls tightening, him ready to release. I was going to swallow every drop of this man. I wanted to remember the taste of him on my lips until he gets home again.

But Sy pulled me back by my hair, jerking his cock free from my mouth. It came out with a pop, confusion shadowing my face.

Hooking his hands under my pits, he pulled me up as he stood and turned me around, pushing me on the table facedown. I heard the ripping of my panties impatience evident in his movements. He spread my legs with his, plunging two thick fingers in my dripping folds.

"Ummm, Sy," I moaned as he scissored his fingers inside my tight pussy.

"Always so tight, doll. Always so tight for the Captain." He breathed out, moving his fingers in and out. His thumb teased my other puckering hole, the sensation foreign. We had never threaded that territory because I had been scared. Sy had voiced how he had to conquer ever hole in my body, to claim me as his in entirety. But the man was not an animal and had never forced himself on me.

I wanted to make Sy happy in every way that was possible.

"Sy," I moaned as he inserted his thumb inside my ass.

"Want me to fuck you in the ass, doll?"

The excitement of being Sy's, no inch or corner of my body untouched by him, made me drip from my cunt. I braced myself on my hands, thrusting my hip back against his fingers in an affirmative.

Sy pulled his fingers out of me, leaving me feel empty. I turned at my hip to look at him, as he grabbed a hold of his thick, veiny cock and ran it along my slit. He coated his dick with my juices, inserting only his tip in my aching pussy.

The anticipation built in me as I watch him place himself up towards my ass. I tried to relax, I had read it help with the pain, but the eagerness of his dick inside my undefiled hole made me tense up. I cried out in pain, as he slathered my tight hole with my juices as he inserted his bulging tip inside. The searing pain of him splitting my virginal hole, made me lie splayed on the table, my thighs writhing.

Sy thrusted a few shallow ones, letting me adjust to his size. My labored breaths echoed around us everytime he entered me. When he saw fit, he slowly dug himself deeper, in my warm canal, filling me up where no man had gone before.

It was the momentary pain that made me want to stop, but Sy soothed my spine with his hand, sheathing himself deep inside me. He groaned as my warm insides enveloped him, tight against his cock.

"Oh, baby," he moaned, taking a moment to keep himself inside me.

The pain subsided with only pleasure taking its place. Sy moved his dick out, leaving the tip within, before thrusting inside me with a grunt.

Soon only our moans vibrated inside our empty house. He grabbed a hold of my hips, his nails digging on my skin. I reached down towards my clit, circling the nub with my fingers. The table beneath us creaked against the floor with each of his powerful thrusts. I was sure the neighbors would hear his low groans and hear me cry out with his cock filling my insides repeatedly.

Sy slapped my hand away from my clit, moving his on it instead. He rubbed my sensitivite nub vigorously making the deep seated tightening to appear in my belly.

"S-Sy!" I cried out as my insides clenched, his cock moving despite the pressure.

"Oh, fuck," He shouted out with a beastly grunt and spilled himself deep within me. His hips moving, riding his high, spilling every drop of his seed in my previously unplumbed hole.

In a sweaty mess, he rested against my thigh. My thighs shook as the aftershock of my orgasm left my body. We stayed still for a moment, gathering our breaths with the intensity of our lovemaking leaving us spent.

"You are amazing," Sy complimented me, pulling his softening length out. His seed spilled out from my ass and dribbled down the insides of my thighs.

He helped me sit up, my bum feeling sore and making me wince as a sharp pain travelled up my spine. "Something to remember you by?" I smiled weakly at him as he held me against his strong chest. "Was daddy satisfied by his little princess?" I asked, twirling my finger in his coarse chest hair.

"You're not my princess, doll," Sy kissed my forehead tenderly, "You're my queen."

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sweet dreams [ushijima wakatoshi x reader]

pairing: ushijima wakatoshi x fem reader

genre: smut (18+) and fluff

warning(s): explicit sexual content, cockwarming, somnophilia (as in he slides in while you’re sleepin but consent was already given in this instance), slight praise kink, penetrative sex, swearing, brief mentions of a daddy kink (are we even surprised by this anymore??)

word count: 2.4k

overview: ushijima’s thoughts about you keep him awake long enough to hear tidbits of your sweet dreams about him.

From where he lies on his back, drifting between sleep and consciousness, Ushijima lets out a deep sigh of discontentment and turns his head towards your form beneath the covers beside him. In the gentle glow from the streetlights seeping in around the curtains, he can somewhat see the outline of your body, the covers rising and falling around your midriff as you breathe gently and peacefully. The bare skin of your shoulders peering out from beneath the comforter catches his attention, and he instinctively pulls the sheets up closer to your neck to protect you from the chill in the air.

It’s a rare occasion when he can’t sleep. Usually, he’s quick to fall into a deep slumber after a long and arduous day of practice, training, and any other responsibilities required of himself as well as the other Team Japan athletes. He thought tonight would be another restful night, given the activities he’d gotten up to today—and having you put a pleasant end to his week by dragging him into bed for a few rounds of passionate sex to make up for the time you’d spent apart.

But, in spite of having his craving for you satiated earlier, he still can’t get you off his mind.

He can’t stop imagining the feeling of your warm, soft skin beneath his hands as he runs them along every inch of your body, or the way his fingers sink into it when he presses them against your hips and rear. He can’t get the beautiful tune of your mewls out of his head, especially not when you say his name so sweetly and with such yearning, letting him know that he’s all you want and everything you need. And he most certainly can’t push aside the sensation of the warm, inviting wetness of your core on his cock as your walls clench around him so tightly, so lovingly, that it’s as if you never want him to leave.

A low groan rumbles in his chest, and he moves his hand beneath the covers to grip the erection that’s formed at just the sheer thought of you. Oh, how much he wants to be buried in that sweet pussy of yours that always takes him so well and is always so receptive to him; but he doesn’t want to wake you. He’s not the only one who’s had a tiresome week, and he knows you need to rest well, just as he does.

However, as the thought of jerking himself off to the images of you he has permanently etched into his brain crosses his mind, so does a memory of a recent conversation the two of you had about a week or two ago that has his heart pounding against his ribcage. At the time, he’d been struggling to clear his mind enough of all the stressors affecting him to sleep peacefully, and your awareness of his restlessness had led you to suggest a possible solution.

“You can… you can use me if you need to, baby. I-I want you to. It’s okay if I’m asleep. I want you to be able to relax.”

Though some time had passed since you’d made this offer to him, he’d never taken you up on it. The thought was enticing—and he understood that you’d given him consent beforehand—but the worry of waking you up kept him from acting on his desires each time he found himself awake at odd hours of the night. While he watches you sleep peacefully, trying to decide if he should accept your invitation or head to the bathroom instead, a sudden realization strikes him.

All this time, he’d been thinking that you were offering the option to him for his satisfaction and peace of mind, but it had never occurred to him that you might actually want him to do it for your own pleasure—even though you’d stated that you’d wanted him to try it. Now, with this idea in mind, your figure seems to act as a magnet that draws him closer to you.

Carefully, he moves his body into the cold space between you and props himself up on his elbow so he can lean over you and take in as much of your sleeping form as he can see in the soft light. He admires everything about you, from the way your messy strands of hair splay out over the pillow to the way your fingers twitch softly where they rest beside your face. Many times before has he witnessed the serene sight of you in a deep slumber, but never before has it been this challenging for him to keep his hands off of you. So, he allows his palm to come to rest atop your shoulder, exposing a bit more of your tender skin to him while it runs down the length of your arm.

As his hand travels further, making its way along your torso and down to your hip, he brings his face to your neck so he can litter it with gentle kisses. His dick throbs impatiently at the familiar sensation of the body of yours he knows so well beneath his fingertips once more, and he has to keep himself from rutting into the supple skin of your thighs where they rest gently atop one another beneath the sheets. Just as his fingers dare to wander in between your legs, mere inches away from your warm core, he hears a sound that makes him stop in his tracks.

“Mm,” you breathe softly, “’Toshi…” Moments after the soft moan leaves your slightly parted lips, he feels your muscles shudder as you wriggle your hips and readjust your leg, so it’s thrown further across the bed in the direction you’re facing. For a second, he wonders if you’re awake, but your eyelids don’t flutter, and your body doesn’t shift again. But you do treat him to another whisper of his name. “’Toshi…”

You’re just too irresistible to him, beckoning him even in your sleep. Knowing that you’re thinking about him as you dream and feeling just how wet you are when he drags his fingers along your slit has him feeling desperate. He wants to be inside of you, giving you the pleasure he can imagine you’re chasing subconsciously. With a shuddering breath, he aligns the head of his leaking cock at your entrance, placing his hand on your hip so he can guide your sleeping form onto it as he pushes inside of you.

In spite of his eagerness, he’s slow and gentle with the process so he doesn’t hurt you or rouse you from your rest. A soft grunt spills onto your neck when he bottoms out, fully sheathing himself in your familiar warmth. The comfort he feels is almost instant, as if every nagging thought gets shut out from his mind by some, invisible force. All he can focus on is keeping you close to him and basking in the pleasure he always derives from having your body against his.

The small sigh of contentment that leaves your mouth matches that he breathes into your shoulder when he nestles his face in the crook of your neck. His entire body relaxes against yours and the bed, and it’s not long before his eyelashes flutter shut, grazing your skin in the process.

There’s a few, long minutes of quietude and peace until you murmur, “Please,” again in your sleep before releasing another drawn-out moan. Whether it’s intentional or not he’s unsure, but your hips grind against his in lazy, uncoordinated movements. Since he’s not intent on having sex with you while you’re asleep, he uses a firm but gentle grip to still your actions even though they feel divine. He doesn’t want to get too worked up and awaken you, which is already hard enough with the way your walls pulse around him—fully aware of his presence inside of you even though you aren’t quite yet.

A low hum echoes in his throat when his name leaves your lips once more. He wonders what dreams you’re having about him. What he’s doing to you. What you’re feeling. What you want to feel. You were soaked before he’d even touched you, so you must’ve been imagining some lewd fantasies—maybe those you haven’t even told him about yet. But whatever it is that you’re imagining with him, it has you fairly worked up.

“Wakatoshi.” His moniker escapes you in a whine, and he lifts his head when he feels the muscles in your neck twitch slightly. To both his surprise and delight, he finds that your eyelashes have parted so you can watch him with a half-lidded gaze, (e/c) eyes clouded over with lust. “Want you again…” you whimper, voice no louder than a nearly inaudible breath, “Please, baby.”

Your request has his cock throbbing against your walls with anticipation, and he brushes a few strands of hair away from your face as he asks, “You sure?”

Reaching up to take the hand skimming along your cheek in yours, you nod. “Right here… like this.” He’s seen you in moments of desperation many times before, but the way you look now—still groggy and disoriented from being asleep yet so needy that you’re breathless already—awakens a different side of him. A side that’s not rough or wanting to ravish you until your body’s littered with love bites and heaving from exertion; rather, a side that wants to treat you as if you’re the most precious yet delicate flower that he’s ever seen. He can’t resist you, and he doesn’t want to anyway.

So, with a touch more tender than usual, one of his hands finds your sternum, tracing along the swell of your breasts, while his other moves to your waist to hold your back flush against his chest. This gentle action pushes the head of his cock against your cervix, eliciting a gentle mewl from you. “Always take me so well, baby girl,” he praises, placing more kisses against your neck, “Always feel so good.”

Your core is both strained and hypersensitive from your previous rounds born out of a more animalistic desire for one another, but any soreness you feel quickly melts into pleasure with his slow, controlled strokes. Another small cry echoes from your mouth at feeling his fingers travel down to your clit so his long, middle digit can stroke it gently. “Ah!” you moan, hips bucking against his touch, “Right there... mm.”

“That feel good?” he asks, his voice straining as he picks up his pace ever so slightly. The soft hum of approval that leaves your mouth is nearly caught up in the sounds of the sheets shifting along your skin and the gentle creaks of the mattress’s springs. “Fuck, baby; love being inside you.” Your walls squeezing him affectionately in response to his loving words has him groaning into your neck again before dragging his lips over it in open-mouthed kisses.

For a few moments, neither of you speak—both too caught up in being connected so intimately once more and too exhausted to form coherent words. Instead, you simply lose yourselves in how your bodies mold together so perfectly, from the way his hand ensconces yours when he reaches around to hold onto it to the way you accommodate every inch of him so well. Despite being turned away from him, you still feel just as close—if not closer—to him as you do when you’re gazing into each other’s eyes while he plunges inside of you.

Eventually, with one of his hands wrapped tightly around yours while the other remains between your legs, only moving away to knead your soft breasts as he thrusts into you with long, firm strokes, you find yourself at the edge of yet another orgasm. You vocalize your desire by allowing the words, “Daddy, please! Wanna cum,” to fall off your tongue in feverish pants. The low groan of satisfaction that sends tingles along your skin has you feeling unbearably hot and bothered. Every muscle in your body feels tense as you dangle on the edge of your release, but you know Ushijima’s intent on getting you there.

“Yeah?” is his husky response as he snaps his hips against yours with enough force and speed to shake the bed, “Daddy’s always gonna take care of his good girl.” The head of his cock repeatedly hitting your sweet spot while his fingers trace tight circles around your clit sends your mind into a haze, and all you can do is babble incoherently about how badly you need him. “Gonna make you cum so hard, baby.”

You know damn well that Ushijima has never been one to break his promises, and now certainly isn’t an exception. In an instant, warmth is spreading across your body like a wildfire, bringing with it waves of euphoria as he pushes you over the edge of your orgasm. Spots fill your vision when you screw your eyes shut and moan unabashedly while your hips thrash against his cock and fingers. The mesmerizing sensation of your pussy spasming around him has his hold on you tightening as he drives into you at a maddening speed until he’s releasing inside of you with hot spurts of his seed. More praises fall upon your ears as he fucks you through your high, wanting to be inside of you and hear your sounds of pleasure for as long as he can.

With heavy breaths, you sink into the bed after he pulls out of you and does the same. Drowsiness is quickly taking hold of you, sending your eyelids are fluttering shut once more mere seconds later while you recover from your high. Ushijima notices how spent you are and presses an appreciative kiss against your temple. You use the last of your energy to turn and face him so you can meet his lips with yours instead. “I love you, Wakatoshi,” you murmur softly, not even bothering to fully break the kiss before you speak, “Love you so much.”

His strong arms wrap around your weary body, pulling you closer to him so you can lazily drape an arm and leg around him as your head comes to rest on his chest. “I love you too, (f/n),” he whispers breathily, planting another kiss against the crown of your head. Once he’s pulled the covers up over your slightly sweaty bodies to keep you warm through the night, he allows his eyes to close so he can settle down to sleep before he continues, “More than anything else.”

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best friend’s ex. (II)

plot: he’s your best friend’s ex and you should stay away, but it seems impossible.

A/N: i’m weak for this au what can i say.... hope everyone’s staying safe and enjoying the new songs!! pls give me feedback it fuels me on <3

masterlist!  part I.

Waking up to an warm arm wrapping tightly around your side isn’t normal. In far, it’s so far out of your daily routine, that for a second, you close your eyes again, will yourself to actually get up from the diluted dreamscape you seem to be in.

The same sight greets you the second time around, tuft of blonde hair resting on your chest on top of the white blanket that covers you both. There’s a head attached and it takes you a minute to place everything together before you feel yourself dry swallowing.

The Sahara Desert resides in your mouth, lines up on your tongue and you close your lips together at the uncomfortable feeling of a hangover crawling around you.

Colson Baker.

He’s still asleep, you can tell by the slow rise and fall of his body where it lies basically attached to yours. Why his head is tucked right under your chin, you can’t really explain, just like you can’t quite figure out why you’ve let this happen.

Attempting to shift a little, you hear a soft sound fall out from his lips, see his head move against the haven it rests on. Your chest feels heavy, not just cause of his added weight, but the intent behind it.

The sunlight in his room is filtering through the cracks between his dark curtains. You follow the trail of golden as it creeps over his wooden floor, tilts into the grooves of his floorboards, slides up the white walls.

It’s probably been a minute since you’ve been up, maybe two, but it feels like forever, stuck in this awful limbo.

Your phone starts ringing, tinny and harsh against the beacon of peace you’ve built up for yourself. It startles you enough that you automatically reach out to your side, only to meet empty space. This isn’t your bedroom, the table by your head isn’t there, and you have no idea where your phone is.

The ringtone does enough to wake Colson up. He grunts out something before shifting completely off of you, collapsing back into the mattress. His head is still lower than the various pillows on his bed, but he seems content, face relaxed against the sheets.

You take it in for a millisecond, trace your eyes over his parted pink lips, the faint hint of a scar prepped up between his eyebrows, the flutter of his lashes. 

Not yours, the warning sign shouts. Get away.

Your phone is still ringing when you slide off of his bed, wearing nothing, hastily wrapping the blanket around yourself. He shifts on the bed again, and you watch the way his hand reaches out, down to pull at something that isn’t even there. Your chest tightens again, but he’s just mumbling, sleep dazed and his eyes don’t open.

When you reach your phone, somehow it’s ended up across the room, hidden under your jeans from last night, you’ve had five missed calls.

Domi’s name flashes on your screen, followed by a battery warning and you hiss at the predicament you’ve put yourself in. You quickly text her, a simple: Safe. Will be home soon, with someone.

You don’t specify it past that, try to leave it as open-ended as you can. She’s going to dig, claw her way to the truth, but for now, there’s other things to worry about.

There’s a charger plugged next to his bed and you move over, still clutching his blanket as you bend down to attach your phone to it, satisfied as it slightly buzzes, muttering out “Fuck yeah.”

“Good morning to you too,” replies Colson, his voice deeper, twinged with hours of sleep and the lingering effects of vodka.

You straighten up, awkwardly smile at him, feeling very warm trapped between his feather downs. He smiles back, but lets his fingers rub at closing eyes.

“Where are my clothes?” he asks. It’s only then that you actually look at him fully in bed. He’s just as naked as you, bare and on display and you blush at his lack of modesty. It’s not unusual, even when Domi was dating him, you’d been mooned enough times to recognize his ass in a line up, but it feels intimate now.

“I have no idea,” you mumble, shifting your eyes away as he stretches his arms. He takes in the sight of you, the blanket loosely hanging over your body, the way your fingers clutch at it like a life preserver, saving you from something you can’t bare to name.

“Are you-?” he starts, but you cut him off nodding quickly. This doesn’t have to be a discussion, you don’t want this to be a discussion.

“Look I’ll just get my stuff and then be out of your way,” you rush out, eager to get back to a sense of normalcy. You’ve had one night stands before, you can handle this.

“No breakfast?” he mumbles and his eyes are lighting up, mischievous in the faint morning light.

“I’d rather starve,” you mutter, turning around to walk back to where your discarded skinny jeans lay.

“Oh c’mon, I know you better than that. We can get waffles or something?” he tries again and you hear him shuffling around as you awkwardly pull on jeans. It’s uncomfortable, you have no idea where your underwear is but at least you’re clothed, which is better than Colson.

“Domi likes waffles. I’m a pancake kinda girl,” you retort, antsy to prove something. He doesn’t know you, not as well as he claims to. Instead he’s mixing up the fragments of your best friend into you, swirling two different people together to create the one he wants.

“Right,” it’s dry, dying halfway in his throat. The silence in the room grows amidst the white noise of his air conditioner.

Picking up your shirt from the corner of his room, you pull it on, awkwardly adjusting it before balling up his blanket and walking over to drop it on his bed.

“Cover up your dick man,” you blurt out, hands running through the tangles in your hair, head jerking slightly at the pull.

“You weren’t saying that last night,” he smirks and you urge to wack him hard, maybe with one of his own weirdly soft pillows.

He reaches down into the drawers crammed under his bed, pulls out a pair of shorts and shuffles into them laughing at his own joke.

You do hit him then, pick up the nearest pillow, sheathed in that same silk pillowcase as the rest before throwing it his way.

He dodges it before flipping you off and the memory of it bites, nights spent throwing things at each other, the guys all egging you two on. Domi used to scoff whenever it started, yell about being childish and irritating, but you secretly knew she enjoyed it too, watched her boyfriend and best friend fight like old friends.

You snap out of it just as fast as you fell in, a pillow coming straight to hit you in the face.

“Colson!” you shout, hand going up to rub the impacted area as he smiles.

“Not sorry,” he simply shrugs and you scoff at him, push off the bed you’d sat on after the collision and go over to where he’s standing, reaching for your phone.

He blocks your hand, shifts over so that’s he standing right in your line of sight, eclipsing any further view. All you see is him, smirk permanently resting on his lips, array of colors bursting on his skin, faint whispers of something hidden in his eyes.

“My phone,” you try unceremoniously, knowing that he won’t let you past him.

“Do breakfast with me,” he demands, but its soft, a plea more than a request.

You sigh, it’s audible and you know he hears it by the slight sag of his shoulders but he’s relentless.

“It’s just like old times, won’t be weird,” he states and you find yourself laughing at his words.

“We both know that’s not true,” you say, eyes lifting up to meet his. There’s a hardness to his gaze and a part of you wants to break through it, dive in headfirst.

But this is not your territory, not your person, not your place. Domi’s etched into his soul, written somewhere, dipped into his past and no matter what you want, there is no feasible way you can be his present without ruining a friendship.

“It’s just pancakes,” he emphasizes, but he’s stepping aside all the same, letting you bend over and grab your phone.

When you turn back around, he has a shirt on, hair ruffled worse than it was when he woke up. It’s sticking up at ends and you fight the urge to walk over, laugh and pat it down.

He’s aimlessly searching for his own phone and you spot it on the windowsill, go over to pick it up and hand it off to him, murmuring, “Okay.”

“Thanks,” he mumbles out and you can’t tell whether it’s for offering his breakfast invitation or finding his phone.

You hesitate a second too long and he gives you a pointed look and then you’re moving into his space, crowding against his front.

His hands automatically fall onto your waist, pull you in but you can the confusion flickering across his face.

“Hey,” he softly says and something breaks in you.

It’s surprisingly easy to kiss him again, to drink in those lips, still warm from the early morning haze, softer than they were last night. There’s that now familiar ringing bell in the back of your head, but it disappears as Colson’s tongue slips into your mouth.

There’s obvious morning breath mingling with rank tastebuds and as much as you want to recoil, you don’t know if you’ll ever let this happen again so you soak it in, let the feeling overwhelm you.

Your fingers travel up to his messy hair, soothingly pulling at the strands in order to attempt tampering them down. He lets out a tiny groan as your nails slightly scratch at his scalp. You push further into him, fall enough that it seems like the only thing holding you up is him.

The door slams open just as you’re getting into it, leaning heavily against Colson’s body as he props himself on the wall.

The sound is enough to make you jump back, and there’s the confused look back on his face as you hastily wipe at your lips.

“You’re still here,” a voice stresses the syllables out, and you eye Rook standing there. He’s dressed, complete with that one snapback that seems to be permanently attached to his head, but the scowl on his face is all you can focus on.

“I was- um- just leaving,” you awkwardly stammer out, putting more distance between the person you seem to be magnetically attracted to.

“We’re getting breakfast. You wanna come along?” Colson spurts out without missing a beat, he’s striding towards the door and your face hardens.

There must have been some kind of miscommunication in the mess of his words, you must have read too far into it because here he was inviting his friend who clearly wasn’t too fond of you as if this was a casual thing.

“I’m good,” Rook says, tone easing when he’s speaking to his best friend. They walk out of view and you’re left alone in the room you’ve only been in twice.

There’s a bathroom right around the corner of his room and you head straight for it, pulling out the toothpaste from his cabinet and applying it to your finger, scrubbing your teeth. It’s primal, but at least you feel cleaner, a bit more aware in your head.

That kiss was stupid. This whole thing is a disaster, Domi’s still blowing up your phone and there’s a cherry pit growing in your stomach.

You step out and Colson’s standing across by the door, tying together his sneaker laces. Rook’s nowhere to be found and you thank the universe for that, far too early to be dealing with his seemingly intense grudge against you.

“I got the keys,” is all you get before the front door is opening and you’re following him down the hallway into the elevator.

Stems from last night come back to you in flashes. The chime of the elevator doors, the apartment numbers passing by in a daze, a clammy hand clutching yours, butterfly kisses on knuckles.

You snap out of it quick as you step into the elevator, expertly avoiding the corner where you’d given in to your heart and kissed Colson for the first time. It feels like a bad omen, shadowy dark and taunting as you both stand in silence, watching the floor numbers pass by.

“Do you have gum?” he asks, and it’s crisp in the August heat, cuts through the stuffiness in the traveling metal box.

You shuffle into your purse from last night, pull out a pack of gum you’d stuck in there and offer it to him going, “You didn’t brush?”

“You hogged the bathroom and I thought you’d wanna get out of there quick,” he explains nonchalantly, popping a stick of mint into his mouth. You tuck the gum back in, try not to watch the way he twirls the wrapper around in his hands.

“Thanks,” you mutter, hoping he gets the intent of what you actually mean. He nods as the doors ding open.

The lobby is surprisingly full, people sitting on the plush couches and there’s a slight, “Fuck,” mumbled out before Colson’s finding your hand and pulling you towards the garage.

“What-“ you get out before he shushes you, head down as you two move quickly.

He doesn’t explain, but you follow along, wondering why he’s running, hiding like he’s done something wrong. The garage door opens and both of you cross to where AJ’s van’s sitting, slew of motorcycles parked beside it.

“We should take the bikes,” he says, but it sounds like he’s already made up his mind and he’s picking apart the keys in his hand, dragging you over to the motorcycles.

“No what’s going on?” you rush out, pulling your hand from his as he clicks the lock on one of the machines.

“There’s a couple of paparazzi lingering. Probably cause of last night, Tony usually calls up and lets us know to avoid the front doors but I guess they just got here,” he rashly explains, setting over the seat.

He looks good, you can’t deny it, like an action movie star in his element, hand on the bars, shoe propped on the side. There’s a smile growing, jaw moving as he chews and you take a mental picture, a secret memento just for you.

“I’m not getting on your stupid bike,” you sum out, turning away from where he’s gearing it up, sound echoing around the empty garage.

“Either you leave with me, or they take pictures of you and then you’re splashed across front pages, no longer a secret,” he states, and he’s moving the bike slowly alongside as you stubbornly walk back to the garage entrance.

The last statement is made to hit you, remind you that he did do something wrong, both of you did and there’s going to be a price you’ll have to pay.

You give him a look as he smiles, knowing he’s gotten you yet again.

“You’re famous enough for the front pages?” you crack at him and he laughs, shoulders shaking.

“Get on the bike Y/N,” he’s shifting forward, creating space on the back and this can’t be safe but the options are so limited that this is the best you’re going to get.

You swing a leg over, stumbling a little at the shift in gravity before settling onto the seat. It’s weird and he’s turning his head to make sure you’re secure before starting up again.

“Keep your hands on me,” he instructs, but you’re tired of following his rules and fold them cautiously on the sliver of seat in front of you.

It’s a mistake and you realize it as soon as he exits the garage. There’s no one on the street around and he’s gunning the speed, wind pulling your hair back, blowing straight at you.

“Holy shit,” you gasp before grabbing onto his shoulders. His arm twitches slightly as you grip the muscle and you can feel every single movement he does.

It’s a red light when he mumbles to you, “Move your hands lower.”

“Why?” you ask, finally comfortable with the way you’re holding onto him after a few streets of green lights.

“Can’t focus properly on the turns,” he says and you’re a little confused but the lights switching to green and there’s a honk right behind, startling you just a little.

You slide your hands down his back, take pleasure in the way it grounds you as he leans forward, swerving between slower cars.

He moves his back, angles it in one direction and you sort of get the hint, settle your hands on his hips like they do in all the cheesy rom-com movies. But this isn’t a movie, this is real life and there’s rules that aren’t supposed to be broken, consequences to face. The air around you turns sour, hits your throat hard and you’re closing your eyes in an effort to not vomit all over Colson.

It takes a few more minutes and he’s pulling into a barely there parking spot of some hole in the wall diner. You’ve never been here, despite living a few blocks away and you wonder why he’s brought you so close to home when that’s exactly where you should be avoiding.

The engine cuts and then he’s scooting back, your hands immediately lifting from his hips where they’d found a unfamiliar solace for the short drive.

“Think we’ll run into her?” he attempts at a joke and you want to scream, want to remind him this isn’t funny, this is seriously fucked.

“I’m gonna go home if you keep this up,” you grunt out, hopping off of the bike, feet glad to be planted on the floor.

“It’s not that serious,” he murmurs, locking his bike before walking to the entrance. You stare at his retreating back, picture punching the shit out of him, blink it away before following.

“Table for two,” he effortlessly grins, blowing a bubble with the stale gum. The waiter gives him an unimpressed look, picks up the two menus and leads you to a corner booth.

You slide in first, and he slides in right beside you, his side just barely touching your arm. The waiter attempts to smile but it seems halfhearted and you can’t help but stifle a laugh at that.

“Get on the other side. This isn’t a date,” you say after the waiter leaves.

“I like it here. You’re warm,” Colson mumbles, reaching for a menu and your heart thuds in its cavity, begging to be let out.

“Look this can’t happen. You’re my best friend’s ex for gods sake, she’d kill me if she even knew I was talking to you,” you ramble out, finger playing with the frayed edge of the table, unable to look at him.

“What is this?” he says.

When you don’t respond, he huffs before going, “Wonder what’d she do to you if she found out we fucked.”

The waiter pauses right before your table, two waters in his hand. He turns around and you stare at his back, will him to come back to save you this hell you’ve found yourself in.

“Colson I’m serious. Shut the fuck up for two seconds and think about it,” you mutter, voice lower so that the waiter can hopefully head your way again. Your throat feels parched, dust settling against your vocal cords.

“I am being serious. I don’t get why she’d care. She broke up with me, it’s been six fucking months. I thought we both moved on,” he states matter-of-factly, reaching over your hands to grab a sugar packet.

He twists it around on the table, pink packet spinning into a blur as you watch it, wondering what to say next.

“It’s messed up. We shouldn’t even have talked to each other,” you breathe out.

“Well we did. Y/N, you’ve always been my friend first. I wasn’t going to ignore you because Domi wouldn’t like it,” he stops the spinning packet with his palm, flattens it into table.

Your waters appear on the table, two straws tossed next to full cups with a, “Ready to order?”

“Give us a few?” Colson says, voice tilting up at the end posing it as question, confidence dripping into his words. There isn’t an answer but the waiter turns away.

“The only reason I know you is cause of her,” you truthfully respond.

“Doesn’t mean our entire relationship has to be based off of what she wants. She’s not good for you,” he grabs a straw, tearing the wrapper before dropping it into a glass and passing it over to you.

Your head’s still stuck on the word relationship, knows that he doesn’t mean it romantically but the thought of it still lingers.

“You can’t say that,” you mumble in response to his last few words.

“Okay. I can’t. But I can tell you that you deserve a best friend who doesn’t go around cutting off your friends because she doesn’t want to see them anymore,” his statement seems like a final word, laying itself in the open air.

The waiter’s walking back and you quickly order the first thing you see, some blueberry pancake special and pray it isn’t bad. He orders an omelet, customizes it and you listen at the ease of his words, how he sounds like he owns the place while specifying his veggies.

Your menu gets handed back over and you sip at the ice water, try not to gulp it down.

“I’m sorry if that was out of line,” he attempts, but you don’t want to hear it anymore, don’t want to break the train of thought in your head repeating his last phrase.

“Can we just- you know be normal for now?” you ask, voice small compared to his.

“Sure yeah. You like blueberries?” he switches so quick it almost gives you whiplash, even though you asked for it.

His arm’s on the booth cushion behind you head, you can feel it as you go to lean back and it feels too close to a date for comfort.

“No it was just the first thing I saw,” you say without really meaning to.

He laughs at that and you smile too, easing into a neutral state.

“What if it’s gross? You know blueberries can freeze in just four minutes,” he spits out and you feel his leg bump against yours at the fun fact.

“Why do you know that?” you huff, eyes going to watch him speak.

“Read an article once,” he seems awfully pleased with himself and you roll your eyes muttering, “Glad to see you know how to read.”

He nudges you hard at that and you fall deeper into him somehow, find yourself tucked right into his side.

“You weren’t this mean to me last night,” he says pointedly, lifting his glass up.

“I wasn’t hungover last night,” you retort, or addled with guilt your mind adds silently.

“Oh shit, I forgot,” and then he’s ruffling through his pockets mumbling, “I thought I had some Advil in here.”

“No thanks, keep your pocket drugs. I’ll just sleep it off at home,” you say, although the idea of home and Domi just makes you queasy.

Two full plates are gently placed in front of you, steaming and fresh. You eye the purple blue dots on your pancakes suspiciously, hoping the taste isn’t as dark as the mosaic it creates visually.

Colson’s omelette looks incredible, cheese and vibrant red tomatoes popping off the plate and you want to taste it, see if its as good as he made it sound.

“I forgot you don’t get hungover,” you mumble, last few bits of the previous conversation slipping through before you lose yourself in the meal.

“Life of a rockstar,” he laughs out before grabbing his fork.

“Humble rockstar,” you laugh back as he clinks his silverware against yours.

The pancakes taste exactly and how they look and your tastebuds struggle in figuring out a flavor pattern. It’s bursts of sour, before buttery goodness and sugary maple. You demolish an entire pancake before realizing you’re out with a friend.

“You want some?” you mumble, chewing over a bite.

He watches you inquisitively from where he sits, fork dancing over his own plate. You will yourself not to blush under his gaze, almost choke on the piece tucked into your mouth.

He pulls off a piece, bites into it and you see his face twist up as he goes, “What is that?”

“Probably frozen blueberries,” you reply and his eyes light up at the recalling of his words as he swallows down the pancake.

“Terrible,” he mumbles, sipping on the dark coffee he’s ordered.

Colson’s a coffee freak, particular about the sugar levels, the amount of ice that goes into his drink, even the origin of the coffee beans. You’d learned this early on as he refused to participate in Starbuck runs, grunted in distaste when you would show up at his apartment, carrying a frappe, Domi sipping happily at her own.

The food finishes quick, you’ve taken bites of his omelette, trying not to praise the medley of flavors he’s somehow incorporated into an egg. He hasn’t cooked it of course, but you would never be able to combine options to come up with this type of breakfast.

He reluctantly finishes your last pancake, dousing it in syrup and making faces with every bite, mostly to make you laugh. His fingers are sticky and he lets them slide together before pulling them apart, string of maple connecting them, his eyebrows raising smirkingly towards you. You push him hard at the innuendo.

The bill comes around and goes back faster than you can react. He pays it quickly and quietly, not even letting you attempt at it. There’s a slight rush that overcomes you at that, you’ve always know he was generous, but this is different from late night McDonalds with the bros, slightly more personal.

He gets up to wash his hands after the mess he’s created and you shake your head at the pure stickiness of his hand as he walks away.

You pull your phone out, knowing you’ll regret it as soon as you catch sight of the time. You’ve been here with Colson for over an hour.

They flow of text messages from your roommate vary in subject, but near the end there’s no emojis, capital letters reflecting back at you and you know she’s mad, can feel it rolling off the screen. This is going to a bitch to hide.

“You should unblock my number while you have it out,” Colson suggests, voice startling you.

“Should I?” you wonder, more to hear it out loud to yourself than actually ask him.

He shrugs but his intentions are clear as he says, “Wouldn’t hurt now, would it?”

“What would you even text me?” you quiz this time, pointer finger tapping at the sides of your phone.

“Don’t know. Cool things. Fun facts,” he rattles off as if he’s creating a shoddy list in his head.

“Convincing,” you laugh before going to your settings. The blocked numbers stare up at you, at least five of them on that list unfairly.

You find his, the first one blocked all the way at the bottom and swipe.

Unblock? your phone asks, as if knowing you’re having trouble with this decision, second thoughts about something as trivial as a phone number.

Yes, you tap and then the list decreases automatically.

“Done,” you say, putting your phone back into your pocket.

“Good,” he hums before offering you his hand.

You take it, weirdly knowing this is the last time you will. He lets your intertwined fingers fall between the two of you, swings them just a little, hitting them against your legs as if he’s just as aware of the finality of it all too.

You take a breath, walk towards the exit. The doors open and you both step out, get down the steps and towards his bike.

You drop his hand first, look up at him, whisper, “I’m going to walk home.”

He doesn’t protest, you can’t tell if he wants to, but you secretly hope he does, in some twisted selfish way.

“Okay,” is all you get back from him and then he’s getting on his bike.

You don’t look back as his engine roars to life, or when you hear the telltale zoom of him speeding away. You feel sick, but remind yourself to keep walking, put as much distance between this mistake as you can.

Your heart aches at the word mistake, cracks the minute you can’t hear the motorcycle anymore, too far gone to even be white noise for your walk of shame home. This has to happen, you remind yourself, staring at the gum stains on the sidewalk. You’re going to be fine.

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