#tw.semi public sex

[bokutoslittlebird]

Request: I was wondering if you were alright with it, could you do a kenma X sister reader (consensual) where one day she just pulls kenma into a closet and begs him to fuck her and all and it's just some really soft smut

Warnings: female genitalia, female uniform, incest, school setting [2nd year], semi-public sex [school closet], m. oral receiving, panty sucking, creampie, overstimulation

Kenma + Incest and semi-public sex

The chiming of the bell rang across the building, signaling to everyone that lunch period had started. Walking the way he usually goes, Kenma headed up to the next floor before getting to the staircase that led to the rooftop. Before he could place his foot on the step, though, he heard his name being called. “Kenma!!”

“Hm?” He looked in your direction, his foot receding as you bounded your way over to him. Instead of stopping, you kept up the energy and bounced, pulling on his sleeve. “What’s going on?”

“I have something I wanted to show you!” You started tugging him. “It’ll be quick, I promise,” you giggle as he shrugs, but follows you. Your quickness is like that of the tortoise, always taking up lots of time and he’ll probably be stuck with you until his next class period.

Going back down the way he came, you ended up going down an empty hallway, the only people being you two and another second year that ended up walking past you two. Turning off the hallway, you two were alone like that. Which, normally, wasn’t bad, but Kenma knows you like to be adventurous and can expect you to do outrageous things in an empty hallway like this.

Stopping to open a closet door, he’s confused until you turn on the light and lock the door, giddily turning to look at him. He knows that look on your face. “I learned a new trick but I can only show if you if you promise to be quiet,” you hold your pointer finger over your grinning lips, only taking them away when he hesitantly nods.

Sinking down to your knees, Kenma has his reservations about the supposed trick you’re going to do, but doesn’t do or say anything. It’s not like you haven’t done something like this before, just never during school hours. Especially in a janitors closet. Unbuckling his pants, you lick your lips as you easily manage to undo the restraints hiding back his growing bulge. A tint of pink adorns his face, but he’s covering it up with his hand as you use your tongue to gently encourage his cock to its full hardness.

Practically drooling before you can even put it in your mouth, you let some spit go from your tongue and lather it on his hot skin, moaning as you press sloppy kisses to the sides. He knows this isn’t the new trick you have planned, since you always start by basically worshiping and salivating all over his cock. Using your hand, you move your lips to the underside as your finger begins rubbing over his slit and pumping his cock. It feels so good, but when he feels your tongue and lips descend to his balls, lapping and gently sucking on them that has his legs weakening.

With your lips on his balls and your sopping wet hand pumping his cock, it’s not long before he’s grabbing at your hair and tugging you closer, letting his orgasm go. You’re quick about it, moving your hand so that all of his seed splatters against your hand, dripping down onto your exposed chest. When you unbuttoned your shirt, he doesn’t know, but he does know that you’ve learned to tease his balls as well as stimulate his cock. Pressing a kiss to his still hard cock, you giggle as you rise to your feet, licking his excess off your hand.

“That was a good trick. You deserve a treat,” he pants out, sliding down to the floor. He needs to let his legs rest before he’s wobbling to his last period of the day, so he encourages you to sit on his lap. If you two were at home, he’d be pressing his face between your legs and sucking your pussy like is life depends on it, but he can’t afford to waste more time than necessary.

Eager to get your own treat, you slide your panties down your legs, letting Kenma get a good view of what’s under your skirt: your glistening pussy just from giving him a blowjob. Taking them off, you stuff the sticky fabric between your breasts before kneeling down to ride him. You don’t mind your knees are on the floor, too focused on getting his hard cock to line up with your dripping cunt.

Feeling his tip brush over your entrance, you immediately sit all the way down so you can feel him all the way inside. He’ll never get over how warm and wet your walls are, always so eager to have him inside you. You have similar feelings, already beginning to bounce as you let out soft moans between each bounce. He had to press his lips to yours, muffling them. Breaking off, he keeps your face close to his as he pants, feeling your hands tighten around his neck. “You can’t be too loud. Someone will hear,”

“I’m sorry, nii-chan. You just feel so good,” you quietly cry, beads of tears falling from your eyes. So easily stimulated, just like him. You’ve only just began and your bounces are faltering, mouth hung open in a silent cry as your eyes practically cross. He takes your hanging tongue in his mouth, sucking on the muscle as you ride out your orgasm on him. He’s just as close as you, hands digging into the flesh of your ass and bunching up your skirt, having to hold onto something while he pumps you full of his cum.

Soft mewls come from you, your body still rubbing against him for friction as your cunt continuously clenches around him. It’s like a continuous orgasm, you never stop squeezing him as he softens and hardens again, getting friction just from shallow ruts. Leaning your head against his shoulder, you quietly giggle as you remove yourself, pulling your panties from their temporary pocket. Pressing them to Kenma’s mouth, he greedily sucks on them and dampens the fabric more with his spit, but laps at the small essence of you on it.

The bell signals lunch is over, and though he didn’t get to eat anything, Kenma finds himself satisfied enough to not be too bothered. You don’t try to keep him any longer, removing yourself and quickly clenching your thighs together, keeping his cum inside until your panties are back on. He’s soft enough to tuck himself away, brushing and dusting off his uniform while you button your shirt. Pressing a kiss to his cheek, you leave the closet first and he waits a good five seconds before leaving himself, glad to see nobody is in the hallway or near it. He exits from the opposite side of the hall, knowing it’ll be longer to his class but not wanting to accidentally give anyone a clue of what just happened.

Too bad he missed a pair of eyes at the other end of the hallway.

Once last period was over, Kenma had to stay after school for his club activities. Your club had a break for the day, so that explained why you were so eager to spend time with him during lunch. Before you left, you found him before he entered the gym, pressing a kiss to his cheek and saying your goodbyes. Yamamoto could only weep as he wished his sister would be as nice to him as you were to Kenma, making Kenma cringe. He didn’t know the full story and Kenma hoped it stayed that way.

Unbuttoning his shirt, Kuroo came up behind him and leaned over his shoulder, making him glare at the open locker. “Yes, Kuro?”

“You know, someone’s gonna catch you being dirty with your little sister if you’re not careful,” Kuroo says, a shit-eating grin when Kenma glares at him. It’s not out of hate, but more so out of fear. “I won’t tell anybody, but I will tell you to cover up a bit more,” his finger slightly brushed over his shoulder, where a hickey was made from the previous night. “Might make someone jealous,”

“Sounds more like you’re interested, if I’m not mistaken,” Kenma just gives him a knowing look, one that Kuroo only smiles at before getting off the locker.

“Maybe so, who knows?” He shrugs, walking out of the locker room and into the gym. Kenma can’t help but smile.

[shorkbrian]

Theater

Can you imagine -

Can you imagine going to the movie theater with the Miya twins?

Atsumu letting out a loud whoop upon seeing the rows of seats empty, running up the stairs and barreling down an aisle to pick where the three of you would sit.

Osamu is more contained, acting like the adult he is, holding your hand as you follow behind the more rambunctious twin.

Imagine the movie starting, being wholly disinterested in whatever’s playing on the screen, more focused on the throb between your legs, the wicked desire rearing it’s head in your body, making your hands itch to feel warm skin beneath them.

And there’s no one else in the theater, so why not indulge?

There’s really no reason for why you pick Osamu, moving your hand from the armrest of your seat and pressing it flat to his stomach, feeling his abs tense up underneath your fingers. You could just as easily reach to the other side of you, where Atsumu sits, and do the same to him.

Osamu is easier, you suppose.

He lets you unbutton his pants, slowly slide down his zipper, dig his cock out of his underwear and tuck the elastic waistband firm around his balls. Atsumu would be too eager, try to get you to go faster, touch him now, but Osamu has always been able to restrain himself more, although not by much.

You rub him dry, slow strokes of his shaft with a loose fist, and he’s wincing, you can tell. It would hurt if your grip was any tighter, but at the most it can’t be more than a subtle irritation - his cock is filling out fast in your hand, obviously interested.

Warm and long, pretty and cut. Both of them are. Atsumu’s has a bit more chub, a bit more heft to his cock, but you like them both the same.

It’s a leisurely sort of thing, the way you fondle Osamu. As he starts to leak pre, wet and sticky, you use it to slick your hand, tightening your grip, speeding up just a little. Building the man up and up towards his orgasm, closer and closer, his hips giving desperate little humps upwards into your hand , Osamu’s fingers clutching at the armrests of his seat-

And then you let go. 

Osamu groans.

His cock twitches up against his stomach, easy to see in the dark by the way the pale skin stands out against his dark clothes. He’s probably getting his shirt messy, leaking onto it where his cock rests. He knows better than to touch himself, taking his eyes off the movie to look at you imploringly.

You smile gently, taking him in hand again and the man sighs. He’s so pretty.

Throughout the movie you keep edging him, teasing. Building him up to an orgasm and then forcing him back, massaging his tip, fluttering your fingers around the base before squeezing tight and racing your hand up along the shaft as if to milk him.

He feels deliciously soft, throbbing against your palm, dick veiny and twitching with a mind of it’s own as his balls tighten beneath the elastic of his underwear, as he squirms again with the orgasm you’re edging him to, knowing that you won’t let him have it.

A pinch to your thigh catches your attention.

Atsumu is pouting at you, fully focusing his attention on you and his brother instead of the movie. Apparently you hadn’t been as casual as you thought as you played with his twin.

But you couldn’t edge both of them at the same time. Having both your hands full of dick isn’t as easy as it sounds, and you didn’t want a mess in the theater for the poor high-school employees to have to clean up.

“No ‘Sumu, I’ll play with you later.” You promise turning your attention back to his brother, who’s glazed-over eyes stared blankly at the big screen in front of you all. Your hand was so wet around him, his cock bubbling precum out from the slit. You wouldn’t be surprised if he ruined his underwear.

Atsumu pinches at your thigh again, and you turn to him with a frown. “I said no, be a good boy.”

He deflates, hand hovering over the popped button of his jeans where a bulge is obvious, straining against the material. “Aw, lemme touch myself at least?” he cheekily whispers back and you sigh.

“Fine, but you don’t get to cum. Your brother isn’t allowed to until I say so.” You explain the rules you’d been playing along to in your head, and Osamu catches your attention with a low whine; he’s relieved to hear that he’ll get to cum eventually.

Atsumu grins lazily, stuffing his hand down his pants, and you have to trust him not to shoot his load as you turn back to Osamu, wanting to torture him a bit more.

And torture him you do, even going so far as leaning over the armrest to breathe hotly against his cock, watching as it bobs in the dark at the sensation, Osamu’s abs tightening again.

He’s so good, so obedient.

The movie’s 120 minutes long, and you’re planning on spending every one edging the hell out of the man beside you. You’ll let him cum before the lights come back on, jerking him into a napkin that had come with the popcorn so there wouldn’t be a mess. 

He’d be wobbly trying to walk back to the car, boneless and satisfied after such a long buildup to a gratifying orgasm. Maybe you’d have Atsumu help him along, just so the other man wouldn’t be all over as you walked out, trying to rub his dick against your hip.

And then, when you got home, you’d let Atsumu fuck you in the shower while you soaped up his brother, panting into Osamu’s chest while the gray-haired man watched his twin edge and tease you just as relentlessly as you had done to him.

The perfect way to end the night.

[abs-so-lewdly]

𝖁𝖎𝖘𝖚𝖆𝖑 𝕻𝖗𝖎𝖘𝖔𝖓 𝖝 𝕱!𝕽𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗 𝖆𝖘 𝕳-𝕲𝖎𝖋𝖘

tw/cw:

jack is involved (shotacon), mind the tw/cw at each link

notes:

minors DNI (any minors found interacting will be blocked), contains links to GIFs under the cut, may or may not update from time to time

O★Z

Yuki Ange:

(tw/cw.semi-public sex) " when he's feeling a bit pent up after/before a live, you're there to help him. "

Guilitia Brion:

(tw/cw.bondage) " you got on his last nerve, and this is your punishment. "

Eve Louise:

(tw/cw.grinding/dry humping) " this is how your mornings would start off. "

Robin Laffite:

(tw/cw.semi-public sex) " he spoils you at an onsen. "

LOS † EDEN

Saga Latour:

(tw/cw.rough sex) " morning sex with him always has you walking funny. "

Mist Flaive:

(tw/cw.spanking) " mist needed a stress-relief from handling jack all day long & you were more than happy to help. "

Jack Mouton:

(cw/tw.shotacon) " you teach jack a little lesson on why he shouldn't be such a brat. "

Veuve Elizabeth:

(tw/cw.oral sex) " beth wanted you try on the lingerie specifically designed for you. "

ECLIPSE

Dimitri Romanee:

" dimitri couldn't wait until the two of you were out of your formals to ravish you; it must be because of that dress he wanted you to wear. "

Hyde Jayer:

" hyde decides to join you one evening in the bath. "

[bokutoslittlebird]

can i request an hc where bokuto loves breeding his s/o anytime anywhere, im so sorry im so whore knee right now and all i can think is bokuto fucking his smol and chubby s/o!!

she wants to be bred so bad by bokuto, assuming that shes a msby manager and she has a thing for bokkun and they are in their early 20s.

Mm Bokuto. I will never be able to have enough of him. Ever. Also, I chose to do these headcanons differently than ones I’ve done before.

Bokuto + Breeding

> I know this man has a breeding kink. With a dick that fat? And his personality? I know he wants to be a dad so badly oh my god

> Mm, the Classic™️ manager x player trope. Of course, as his manager and s/o, you’re supposed to take care of him and you can take care of him in more ways than one.

> This man is horny 24/7. All the goddamn time. All the time. He has the energy and stamina to last many rounds and the power and technique to have you seeing stars before he even finishes. He’s always down to fuck and he especially loves when he can finish inside and you walk around with his cum still in you — man, it gets him going.

> Okay, picture it. Practice match day. Against some other Division 1 team. Anyways, Bokuto sees you prancing around and bouncing back and forth, taking care of the team like you’re supposed to. But watching you give Hinata his bottle? Scold him for not taking more time to rest? Telling Atsumu to leave Sakusa alone? Just simple things that seem motherly to him and boom. He’s hard.

> He goes to the bathroom, but he gives you that look. And when his shoulder brushes against yours and his hand ghosts over your ass then you know. You need to follow. Of course, you wait until the coach is ready to start and he’s like “go get Bokuto” and you’re like “aight”

> Now you’re being fucked against the boys’ bathroom wall.

“Kō— you have to go— oh my gosh,” your voice changes in pitch as you moan, nails digging into the skin of Bokuto’s neck. His grunts are right next to your ear, the occasional growl as he buries himself deep inside you with each pump of his cock. He’s chasing his own high, you know he is, so focused on filling you with his seed and watching it spill out of you — but he doesn’t have time to keep fucking you full.

“I’m almost there, hold on, baby,” he groans, low and hot in your ear. A mewl comes from your throat, legs tightening around his waist as his hands dig into the meat of your ass. He’s right, he’s soon groaning loudly, the sound echoing off the bathroom walls as his load paints against your walls. Your own orgasm comes on, walls squeezing tightly around him as his lips press harshly against yours.

> Of course, you both come back and the coach knows. Why wouldn’t he. You both smell like sex and your legs are wobbly. Bokuto also looks like he just won the fucking lottery so everyone knows something good happened. Of course, his cum is still oozing out of you and is staining your underwear. Thank a deity that your uniform is black with gold accents aside from the jacket. You’re positive your pants are stained.

> Bokuto don’t care. He knows that it’s his cum leaking out of you, his seed filling you up and he also knows you’re trying to hardest to keep his little swimmers in there. And it just makes him even more fired up. He knows he’s gonna have to give you another quickie before heading home.

> And he does. Everyone’s gone home and you’re checking the locker room, making sure nobody left behind anything. You also have to wait for Bokuto, so you don’t mind checking behind everyone. And of course, Bokuto’s just chilling on the bench in nothing but his boxers. And he’s facing you. Waiting.

“We really shouldn’t,” despite your words, your body holds no resistance as Bokuto towers over your form. Bare against the bench, your momentary panic of somebody walking in on you is washed away by the feeling of Bokuto’s cock easily slipping into your heat. His moan is absolutely full of want, head hanging low as he forces himself balls deep inside you.

“But babe,” he whines, hands together above your head. With his chest, dripping and slick with sweat and arms flexing as his hips thrust, all in front of you, you’re once more reminded of just how large and broad he is, absolutely preventing any light from touching your bare skin. “I need you so badly. You’re so wet, too,”

“Because you’re always needy,” you shoot back, but you don’t tell him to get off or get out. You want this as badly as he does, hands wrapping around his torso as your nails rake across his back. Red stripes join previous scratches that litter his back, from previous quickies and long, drawn out sessions.

> Once he’s done fucking you in the locker room, he once more has you sliding your underwear back into place as he changes to go home. Once more, you both smell like sex and your legs are wobbly. You have the decency to spritz some perfume on and fix your hair but there’s a special kind of glow to you that screams “I just had sex!”

> I hope you guys don’t live far away. He will pull down your pants and underwear to stick it inside you once more if it’s a long trip. Pushing you up against the wall of a building, hidden in the shadows where no one else can see you two? Yep.

“Gotta be quiet, babe. Somebody might hear you~” he whispers in your ear, lips stretched into a grin as he does. He’s then pressing kisses to your cheek and neck as he slams his hips against yours in the alleyway. In order to see what was going on, people would have to stop and stare with how big Bokuto is. You’re probably completely hidden from view.

Although the sound of squishes and squelches says there’s someone else with him. The previous loads fucked into you are being pushed out, thick globs of milky white liquid oozing from your cunt because of Bokuto’s thick cock. It’s pushing out the old load to make room for his newest load, a whine coming from his throat as he spills it into you.

You force yourself to bite on your hand, keeping your noises muffled as Bokuto ruts into you while his seed coats your insides. The noise of the street is momentarily blocked out while you cream around him, juices drizzling out of you and around the base of his cock. Another moan comes from him, a swipe of his tongue across your lips.

> He’ll never be sated, no matter what. Even after this, you both will get home and find that he’ll just keep doing it until you’re swollen with his seed.

[bokutoslittlebird]

Family Vacation

Bokuto x reader x Akaashi

Author’s Note : no incest, I promise ; the request included some slight BokuAka interaction, however I made it more than slightly ; the hot springs resort is loosely based on three different locations under the Kinosaki Onsen in northern Hyogo [Mikuniya Ryokan, Yutouya Ryokan, Nishimuraya Ryokan]. Each one offers different things, but they all have some common aspects that I liked: seafood served during winter months [November - March], traditional ryokan, and options for the hot springs [indoor, outdoor, and family] ; holy fuck is this wrong.. but holy hell is it erotic

Warnings: introduction of the Bokuto family, best friends to lovers au, playful teasing [about reader’s virginity], some mlm [Bokuto x Akaashi] interaction, fingering, face-sitting, handjob, blowjob, cum eating, spit exchanges and mentions, no penetrative sex, virgin!reader, virgin!Bokuto

“Oh, [Y/N]! I’m so glad you could make it!”

“Thank you for having me, Bokuto-san,”

“Oh, dear, call me Fuyumi! You’re practically family, anyways,” she smiles, eyes crinkling as she does. Her smile makes you smile, bowing in respect as if you haven’t known her for years.

The Bokuto family always spent their winter vacation before New Years at an Onsen in Hyogo. Yasurai-fukurou was well known for their hot springs throughout the year, but their meals included seafood in the winter. Kōtarō and Shinjiro both love seafood, especially crab, so it made sense the Bokuto family would come to this place specifically. Winter meant snow, and snow meant the garden view from the spring was gorgeous, having the silver lining the green foliage as the pebbles along the ground glistened with melted snow, cold and slippery. It was Kōtarō’s and Machiko’s favorite season, so it was an added bonus. The family had the money to spend, treating the members to a relaxing trip. Even Keiji, Kōtarō’s friend, joined them his first year at Fukurodani.

You didn’t usually attend, yet you always wanted to. Your family celebrated holidays differently, so you often found yourself swamped with family activities around December, only getting free to hang out by the time school started back up. Always wishing to go, you finally got your wish this year. With the stress from school this past semester, your family decided to let you choose what to do, so you declined spending the holidays with your family. Instead, you were free to spend that quality time with the Bokuto family. Fuyumi practically begged Kōtarō to invite you, knowing you’d be alone, so you didn’t have to worry about inviting yourself. There was one problem, however.

“[Y/N] should room with us!” Machiko points out. “She can’t board with boys!”

“What do you take us for? We’re her best friends,” Kōtarō waves off his sister. “I worry Amaya might try to wrestle her,”

“She could use the practice!” She pipes up, only to be shut back down. “I wouldn’t hurt her,”

“Why not let the girl choose herself? It is where she will stay, in the end,” Shinjiro said. Although he was right, you suddenly felt your heart tugging in two different directions. Machiko and Kōtarō gave you the puppy dog eyes, begging to choose them. A heavy sigh came from you as you weigh the options presented in front of you.

“I trust Keiji and Kōtarō, I’ll room with them,”

“No!” The two girls dramatically shout, falling to their knees. Fuyumi laughs, patting your back.

“Good choice, dear,” she compliments. You know why. Her daughters may be considered mature and adults, but they are both hectic and chaotic in their own way. At least with Kōtarō, he has Keiji with him. There’s no reason to mull over the decision, you know full well that Keiji and Kōtarō wouldn’t hurt you.

Once settled into each room, your bedding laid between the two of them, the trip to relax in the ryokan was in order. The two genders were separated, of course, so you sat in the spring with Machiko, Amaya, and Fuyumi. It wasn’t a bad thing, being with the three, but you knew Machiko and Amaya like to tease you.

“Gosh, [Y/N], you’re so innocent! You’ve never done anything?” Amaya’s face made it seem like she was much more malicious than on the surface. “Even I had a couple boyfriends that I had special adventures with before your age,”

“Excuse me? Amaya!” Fuyumi scolds her daughter. “You never told us this,”

“Why would I? You and dad never allowed me to have a boyfriend until I graduated. Kōtarō even had a girlfriend in his second year,” she pouts, puffy cheeks making her less malicious and much more adorable. Though unintentional, her words make your mood sour, Kōtarō’s slipping from her lips. Machiko notices this, however.

“Well, Kōtarō is a boy and I told your father to make sure he doesn’t do any of that dating stuff, but it seems like he did,”

“You know, I’m kind of tired. I’m really relaxed,” you mention, moving to exit the water. “I should lay down and take a nap,”

“Oh, are you sure? Dinner will be served soon,” Machiko holds out her hand, as if to stop you. You’re quick about getting out, rinsing yourself off before wrapping a robe around your naked body.

“I’m sure. Wake me when dinner’s ready,” you cheerfully smile, waving to them as you leave the setting. Your smile falls, an artificial thing as you continue to pad towards the room. Passing the window leading to the garden, you notice the cascading of the white snowflakes, shimmering in the light from the outdoor lamps. It’s peaceful, the way it floats down to the ground until it rapidly melts, joining the slush forming on the pathway. A sigh leaves you, heart aching from the words Amaya let spill.

It wasn’t her fault, you tell yourself that as you continue to the room. Amaya doesn’t know, but Machiko does. Machiko has always had the older sister intuition, knowing when her younger siblings had something to hide or something embarrassing. Whether it was from her years of travel around the world, or just a trait of hers, she could pinpoint things that made you want to crawl in a hole. What does Machiko know, exactly? Your big, fat crush on her little brother.

Kōtarō has been your crush as long as you’ve known him, aka since you guys were waddling around with chubby legs. Your family and his family live near each other, so it made sense for you two to play a lot as children. As the years passed, your admiration for him evolved into a crushing thing, yet your young mind wouldn’t allow such a horrid thing to be spoken. No, it festered until you broke down one day in high school and confessed to the dark of the night, the only witness of your confession was the moon. You confessed that you loved him, you were in love with him, nobody else could compare. It hurt even more now, knowing you were falling in love with him while he was loving someone else. Even Keiji probably loved Kōtarō, knowing how close they were. You wouldn’t put it past them to be in a relationship, either. Each thought accompanied a step you took, each one bringing tears to prickle your eyes as you finally shut the door to the room, and your problems.

With the dark encompassing the room, you found yourself easily situating yourself on the ground to cry, curling up in a ball as you did so. A pathetic scene, you knew it was, yet you couldn’t help yourself.

After you left the ryokan, Shinjiro happened to be talking to the boys in front of him, both of them flushed red from the warmth of the bath and the topic at hand.

“I knew something was off in the way your mother encouraged you to invite her! I never thought it’d be that, however,” his guffaw had Kōtarō sinking into the water, bubbles coming from his nose as he huffs. Keiji looks at him pitifully, but doesn’t do much of anything else.

“She doesn’t even like me like that. This trip was a mistake,” Kōtarō mumbles, his mouth going back under the water. Keiji sighs, looking into the water where his distorted hands lie. Before he can speak, Kōtarō beats him to it. “I have to go to the bathroom. I think I’ll leave early,”

“You sure it’s just that?” Shinjiro teases. “Or are you going to wait for your lovely friend?”

“Okay, maybe it’s a bit of both,” he huffs, cheeks puffed out. Keiji lets the words die on his tongue, letting Kōtarō leave the spring without any reason to look back.

Shinjiro sighs, rubbing the back of his neck as he looks into the water. “Maybe I went too far. I shouldn’t tease him about his crush, it seems like it’s important to him. I don’t think she sees him in that light, anyways,”

“She does, actually. I think she’s been in love with him for a while,” he confesses. Shinjiro’s eyebrows rise as the words sink in. However, he is quick to understand. No longer laughing and joking, his smile is more bitter and sad. A pity smile.

“And you’ve been in love with her, haven’t you?”

Keiji turns his head to the side, yet he nods. The red dusting his cheeks is no longer just the warmth of the water. Shinjiro moves closer to Keiji, putting his hand on the younger man’s back.

“Then tell her. You both need to confess, not let this fester and turn into something ugly. Don’t let this ruin your friendship with Kōtarō, either. It’s not worth it,”

“I know. I know, Bokuto-san,”

“When you gonna call me Shinjiro? Or even dad? You need to let loose, Keiji!” He laughs again, getting Keiji to crack a smile.

While Keiji ponders how he should go about this, Kōtarō trudges up to his room for the week, unaware you’ve also turned in early. His mood has taken a turn for the worse, hair deflating as he pouts. No matter what, he’s always found himself finding your validation to be the most important. Throughout the years, he’s reached out to both you and Keiji for validation, finding them both to be important to him. While he knows Keiji partially does it just to make him happy, which he is thankful for, he knows yours is genuine. Even when he forced himself to move on, knowing you didn’t see him in that light, he found it hard. You followed him into his dreams, gleeful chimes of your laughter as the future he aims for bloomed into an obtainable goal. Yet, he’d wake up to see the empty space beside him, a brutal reminder that his dreamt future would stay in his head, playing on loop until he could do something about it in the real world.

When his door comes into view, he sighs, relief flooding through him. As he gets closer, he hears a soft voice from inside. Leaning his ear against the shut door, he hears you — a squeak of his name, accompanying a soft mewl, most likely held back due to the thin walls. Even he understands what you’re doing, it’s not like he’s never thought of you that way, finding himself wishing you could relieve his stress in the best way possible. As to respect your privacy, and settle his nerves, he quietly creeps away, to his parent’s booked room. He decides to use the toilet in there, giving you a few moments to finish your own business.

Leaning against the door once more, he doesn’t hear your heavy breaths or your moans and mewls, so he slides open the door to see you under the covers, laptop shining in your face as a movie plays. “Hey, what’re you doing here?”

“Huh?” You jump, turning to see Kōtarō’s large frame at the entrance of the room. It’s scary, the way he seems to have popped up after you finished, or attempted, getting off on thinking of him. “Oh, Kō. It’s just you. No more hot springs for you?”

“Oh, no, I found it to be getting too hot,” he lies, rubbing his neck. The robe you’re wearing is the one you put on after exiting the spring, so his perverted little mind knows you’re completely naked underneath. Not only that, you’re probably nice and slick from thinking about him—

He stops himself, hearing your voice. “Did you hear me? I asked if you wanted to watch the movie with me,”

“Oh, sorry, off in my own world. Uh, sure, what is it?”

“Crown for Christmas. A sappy romance Christmas movie, from America. It’s very predictable, but it’s cute. My mom loves it, so I brought it to watch,”

“Oh, that’s interesting,” he hums, lying on his own bedding. He didn’t move closer to you, giving you some space, but he finds himself panicking when you move closer.

“Can’t see if you’re all the way over there, dummy,” you giggle, pressing play. He can’t find it in himself to focus, the movie being background noise to his thoughts. The hot springs help to add a special glow to your skin, making it seem smoother than before, and you smell so nice, not to mention he can feel his cock throbbing at your soft voice calling out his name. What would it be like if he used his own fingers, would you be able to hold back? Or would you come completely undone as you came on his fingers— even better, his cock? Just the thought has him groaning, head shoved into his pillow as you pause the movie, probably confused.

He looks up, seeing your dazed expression — yep, totally confused. He sighs and shrugs, apologizing. “Are you okay? You seem.. tense,”

“Tense?” That’s one way to describe it, he supposes. “I’m just.. dad was teasing me earlier. That’s why I left. I’m.. remembering what he said,”

“Oh, I get that. Amaya kept teasing me about girl stuff, so I left. Machiko tried to stop me, but I was already out of the water,” you admit. It’s not the full truth, but that’s okay.

“Girl stuff? Like what?” Kōtarō never shied from girly stuff, including the weird stuff that happened to girls like puberty and the menstrual cycle. You chalked it up to his older sisters being shameless, never making it seem gross. Even when you started your period in class, Kōtarō was there to help you, a knight in shining armor.

You wish they were less shameless.

“Oh, um, you know, the romantic stuff,”

“Like? Boyfriends?”

“Yeah, I’ve.. never had one. No experience on my end. Amaya was teasing me because she had a couple of boyfriends before my age, so it.. it didn’t hurt my feelings, but it made me feel some kind of way, you know?” Your attempted explanation was kind of butchered, trying to explain it without giving too much detail. Kōtarō wouldn’t judge you, of course not, it wasn’t something to judge you about.

He knows the feeling, being inexperienced.

“W-Well, if you want any experience before going into the dating scene, I could.. always help you,” he whispers. His words hang in the air, settling into both of your minds. He’s berating himself for using such a lame line to try and get in your pants, but you’re trying to find a way to say yes without seeming desperate. However, “I mean! I have experience, so I could help you! I’d say I’m pretty good at doing stuff. Oh! It could be like.. any advice or something.. hands on,” he whispers the last part again, his confidence melting like snow on a summer’s day when your face falls.

It isn’t you don’t want it, you just would prefer him to not word it like that. It reminds you of Amaya’s words and the pain in your chest, the churn in your stomach. “If you’re gonna be like that, maybe I should ask Keiji,” you huff, turning your body away from his. Focusing on forcing your stomach to stop twisting in knots, you don’t even notice when Kōtarō closes the laptop and presses himself against you. Well, not until you feel something pressing into your back. “Kō—”

“Don’t be like that. I’ve never actually gone all the way, I’ve been saving that for someone special. I can help, though, if you’d let me,” his breath fans over your ear, sending shivers down your spine. His arm snakes under you, pulling you into his stomach while he lays on his back.

“Kōtarō!”

“You’re stressed, gotta loosen up a bit. I’m helping,” he just says, making sure your legs are hooked over his. With the lack of clothing under the robe, your nether region is spread open towards the door, sending your adrenaline skyrocketing. Kōtarō is quick to ease that, his thick fingers spreading open your folds while his middle finger rubs against your sensitive clit. “You’re absolutely soaked, do I turn you on that much?” He’s grinning, you know he is. Gritting your teeth, you keep your mouth closed as you focus on the feeling of his fingers, now sliding up and down and collecting your slick.

Kōtarō doesn’t want to tease you for too long, slipping his middle finger into your cunt as you mewl, hand coming to cover your mouth. “What a reaction. I wonder..” he trails off, pulling his finger out, only to add in three fingers. You’re arching, legs tending against his as he fingers you, lips pressing themselves to your hair and ear. When his tongue flicks out against your ear, you squirm and he grunts, his left arm keeping you firm against him. “Sensitive, are you?”

He doesn’t get any vocal confirmation from you, but the way you’re clenching around his fingers tells him all he needs to know. He makes sure to keep his thumb bumping against your clit, adding pressure. You can feel the familiar feeling, the beginning of an orgasm as he pumps his fingers into you. With a squeal of his name, your nails dig into the meat of his arm, liquids spilling out of you and all over Kōtarō’s fingers. The squishing sound enters your ears, legs tensing as you mewl, his fingers rubbing themselves against you some more.

“You’re so wet.. I bet it’d be easy to slip my cock in there, wouldn’t it?” His voice is low, a rumble in his chest as your cunt clenches at the thought, your wildest fantasies so close to coming to fruition when someone clears their throat. You pop up, Kōtarō jolting and keeping you on his chest as he moves.

Keiji is looking at the both of you, a heavy blush adorning his cheeks. The room is dim, only the lights from outside the inn illuminating him. He’s right at the door, right in front of where Kōtarō was just fingering you. Kōtarō’s hand finally leaves from between your legs, glistening wetness shown in the lamplight. “If you want to give her experience, you need to go over everything involved in foreplay, Kōtarō. There’s more to prep,”

“M-More?” your voice is small, barely a whisper as you find more slick oozing from you, Keiji entering the room. He kneels down in front of you, still held against Kōtarō’s chest.

“Has he even kissed you, yet? Or did he go headfirst into fingering you?” When you shake your head, Kōtarō himself sucking in a breath, Keiji knows he was right. With the elegance he always exudes, Keiji tilts your chin up towards him. “Then, allow me,”

The kiss is gentle, yet not simple. His lips are firmly against yours, molding perfectly as he keeps your chin tilted. As he deepens the kiss, you find your hands grasping at his own robe, feeling yourself lighter than you were when you had entered the room. Keiji moves to pull away, a brisk kiss on your lips once more before swiping his tongue over your bottom lip, sending heat all over your body.

“Akaashi..” Kōtarō whines, his grip on you tightening. “This is supposed to be my time with her,”

“Well, you’re going too fast. Why not elongate the time spent together, hm?” His voice sends tingles down your spine, his hands removing you from Kōtarō’s grasp. “Lay back, Bokuto-san. You’ll get your turn,”

Your brain is going haywire as he speaks, undoing Kōtarō’s robe with unconscious grace. He’s not doing it on purpose, you know he isn’t, it’s just how he is. Once Kōtarō has been disrobed, you find more heat springing to your cheeks as his muscles ripple and flex. The lack of light prevents you from seeing everything, but you’ve always found yourself insatiable when thinking of his broad frame and what hides under his clothes.

“Give me your hand, [Y/N],” Keiji’s voice has you coming back down to earth, yet you find yourself once more shy with Kōtarō’s legs spread, his cock heavy and so large in Keiji’s hand. You comply, though, your much smaller hand joining Keiji’s around Kōtarō’s girth. It’s so much, the way it feels and the heat of the skin under your fingertips. A soft groan comes from Kōtarō as Keiji moves his hand, his other hand shuffling you between his legs.

“This is called a handjob, [Y/N],” Keiji says. You nod in understanding, realizing he’s teaching you. “Moving your hand up and down the shaft is the basic function of it, but you can also use your fingers to tease the slit, like so,” he demonstrates, swiping his thumb over the small slit, puffy and red where Kōtarō’s cum is dripping from. The simple act has Kōtarō throwing his head back, moaning as his hand covers his mouth. The walls are thin and if his family is back, they probably have a good idea of what’s going on.

“I see,” you hum, continuing to move your hand up and down the shaft. Keiji nods, seeing you’re understanding.

“Or tease his balls, like cupping them or massaging. Don’t squeeze them hard, though. It won’t feel very nice,” his hand moves to cup and tease Kōtarō’s balls, the man himself laying on his back as his face turns red, the ministrations getting to be too much. “There’s also a blowjob, but we can teach you that next time,”

“N-Next time??” You squeak, jumping a bit. Whether it was a one time thing or the beginning of a relationship didn’t cross your mind. His words, however, seem to please you more than imaginable.

“Of course, darling. We’re not done here, either. Why don’t you let Bokuto-san show you what other kinds of pleasure he can give you?” At Keiji’s words, Kōtarō pops up with a bright smile on his face.

“Sit on my face, baby,”

“Oh, woah, wow, uh..” you stop, unsure how to politely decline. His mouth and nose, down there? Not to mention your weight on his head? You were sure he’d regret his decision. “I don’t think”

“I’ll be fine. C’mon, I gotta show you what else my mouth can do besides dirty talk,” he winks, sending more heat to your cheeks, making you feel rather hot for a winter’s day, clad in only a robe. Keiji seems to read your mind, taking your robe from your shoulders, the belt falling undone easily from the previous activities. Once you’re down to your birthday suit, Keiji presses a kiss to your shoulder blade, a whisper to go that sends you crawling closer to Kōtarō’s face. He grins, eagerly taking your thigh and placing it on the other side, keeping your drenched cunt close to his face. He says something, but only a muffled noise comes out, his tongue swiping along your folds.

With your back to him, Keiji wishes he told you to face him and watch, yet he finds the scene of you erotic. He may have a bit more expertise than you and Kōtarō, it seems that’s all that’s needed. He smiles, gaze catching on the way Kōtarō’s fingers dig into the fat of your thigh, making indents. Completely forgotten, Keiji spits a glob onto Kōtarō’s cock, him jumping at the feeling. With a few more pumps of his hand, he flicks his tongue against the head.

Kōtarō’s moan has you mewling, the sound acting as a vibration as your fingers tug harshly on the silver and black strands. Though not as long as they were in high school, there’s enough to grasp and pull on. The wet sounds from behind you has your head turning, eyes falling on Keiji’s mouth wrapped around Kōtarō’s cock. It’s an erotic scene, his head moving up as more of the length is revealed, his blue eyes settling on your own as you feel a nip down below. So focused on Keiji, Kōtarō wants your attention all on him. Keiji chuckles, almost like a hum, that vibrates around the cock in his mouth that has Kōtarō moaning.

The tongue that flicks against your clit has you squirming, restrained mewls and moans leaving your lips as hands tug on his locks. Kōtarō licks and suckles on your clit occasionally, then moves down to prod and swipe over your entrance. The position makes it easy for him to breathe, but he moves down further. New position has you squealing, hands flying to your mouth as you squeeze your eyes shut to focus on the pleasure. Another moan from Kōtarō that sends shivers down your spine, heat to your core, accompanying the obscene noises of Keiji sucking Kōtarō off.

With Kōtarō’s nose bumping against your clit, his tongue’s only focus is on your pretty little cunt, sucking and swirling his tongue. The sensitivity from earlier makes quick work of you, hunching over as your thighs tighten around Kōtarō’s head, his strong hands keeping you from hurting him as you gush all over his face. A moan comes from him as he laps at your juices spilling over his face, his own orgasm coming as Keiji takes him down as far as he can. Globs of white cum spurt from the side of Keiji’s mouth, a gagging sound as he struggles to swallow it.

A hand on your shoulder has you leaning back, falling against Keiji’s chest with his cheeks puffy. Kōtarō manages to look up at the scene, gaze fuzzy as he watches Keiji kiss you once more, cum seeping from where his lips meet yours. When Keiji pulls away, his tongue is out, pushing the dripping cum into your mouth where the rest lies. It’s enough to have Kōtarō hard once more, a dark and heavy blush settling across his cheeks and nose.

The thick appendage pressing into your back once more has you gasping and jumping, some cum spilling out your mouth and down your chest. As it travels between the valley of your breasts and over the perk nipples, Keiji takes it upon himself to lap at the milky droplets. You gulp down the rest in your mouth, making a show of it by tilting your head up, throat contracting as you swallow it all. Kōtarō finds himself unable to look away from the scene.

“Ah, seems like someone’s still raring to go,” Keiji breaks the silence, eyes glancing back to look at Kōtarō’s cock, once more standing tall and proud. He then looks to you. “Shall I let you handle this one alone?”

[bokutoslittlebird]

Cowboy Matsukawa 🤠

Matsukawa Issei x gn!reader

Alright this is a belated present for @cutie-satori happy birthday again bestie which ended up being super duper belated thanks to a stupid cold so..

Warnings: this is set in country area America and is an AU where everything’s in America, outdoor sex in a barn, tanned Matsukawa, pet names like “darling” and “sweetheart”, also I don’t work on a farm and never have don’t think too much

The sunshine was beating down his back harshly, sweat beading underneath the warm touch and dripping down. Working so early in the morning meant more work done, but they wouldn’t be done before noon, meaning Issei had to work through the harsh temperatures of noon before going back home. A simple farmer’s work is all he did, taking care of the animals and land that the old man owned and he was paid a hefty wage just for a few hours of work.

All of his friends found work in the cities or different countries, but he found it much easier to do hard work near home. He met a few good souls and got paid a decent amount, always having a glass of water or sweet iced tea whenever he needs it. Takahiro was doing his best by working as a barista, always making sure to pick up his best friend for a ride into the city, but Issei would always have to come back to the old dirt roads so he could wake for his job.

But don’t it wrong, he enjoys this work. Even as his skin darkens from the constant work under sunshine, his hat protecting his eyes from the harsh light, sweat clinging to his red flannel that forces him to discard it for comfort, he wouldn’t trade it. Why would he, when he always has something to look forward to?

As his chores lessen, he gets closer and closer to his final chore. He’ll feed the animals and then take an afternoon nap in the barn, waking up when the sun gets a little less harsh to get some lunch and a glass of sweet iced tea. Entering the barn, he walks past the other person in there. Tending to the animals, he manages to ignore their constant gaze, trailing after his back every time he opens and shuts a gate.

Finally, he shuts and locks the final gate, rolling his shoulders as he sighs, moving a hand under his hat to brush back the sweat soaked curls, sticking to his forehead. Turning around, his gaze finally lands on you, waiting patiently in a cleaner part of the barn. With a smirk that sends heat to your cheeks, not from the sun, you crook a finger to encourage him closer. He won’t deny you, especially with how you’re so welcoming to him.

“Now, what’cha doin’ in here, sweetheart? I don’t remember seeing you on the farm,” he murmurs, leaning over you as your hands, colder than his skin, brush curls away from his face.

“I’ve missed you,” is all you say back, pressing a kiss to his nose. “You’re all sweaty,” you giggle, wiping his forehead off. His smirk doesn’t leave him, a kiss pressed to your forehead.

“Now, ain’t that normal? Working all day in the hot sun and now it’s time for my break. Why don’t you join me, darling?”

He doesn’t have to ask twice, your head nodding as his lips find yours, meshing together as they have before. It’s a sweet love affair in the peak of the day, hidden in the shade of the barn.

It’s always like this, him giving you the ride of your life while you let him rest and put in the work. He even lets you wear his hat, it much too big for your head and constantly moving with the rhythm of your hips, but he wouldn’t want you any other way. Strong hands dig into the flesh of your thighs, helping you out with his strength as you continue to move on him. But his eyes never stray from your face. It’s the most stunning sight he’s seen all day, the way your lips part as soft moans spill over them, eyes lidded as they trace over his skin, shimmering with the sweat still lingering. Your hands found themselves on his shoulders, stabilizing yourself as you continued to bounce on him, rhythm getting slower and more erratic the closer you got to the end. Yet the closer you got, the further away it got, your legs aching from the work until your back was against the fabric of the blanket, eyes looking up to Issei’s.

“Let me take care of it, sweetheart,” he whispers, earning a cry of pleasure from you as your fingers fist the blanket beneath you, eyes screwed shut as his hips slam into yours. Small grunts come from deep in his throat, but he keeps himself quiet so the sounds are mostly yours, your wanton moans and cries for more seemingly endless as your vision begins to blur and your toes curl. With the force of your orgasm, your body arches and your legs tense, teeth grit together as eyes roll back. Issei has you riding out your orgasm, continuing to plow into you until he’s coming to his own end. With his lips pressing against you firmly, your fingers dig into the curls on the base of his neck, tugging as he growls into your mouth. A final pump pushes him over the edge, filling you up with sticky cum as your second orgasm rolls over your body, legs shaking with the intensity.

Once you’re both done, he leans down to press a tender kiss on your temple, telling you to get going now. “Don’t want old man Jenson to see an unfamiliar face, now do we?” He’s right, so he helps to clean you up.

You come and go every day he works, giving him a break from the harsh sunlight and into the comfortable warmth of your arms and everything else you can offer. And he’ll always remember to leave the barn chore for last so he can indulge in every second with you before he’s done for the day. With the memory of you with him, your back fading into the distance, though wobbly, he tips his hat and heads out of the barn, finally done for the day.

[manjiroscum]

SPOILED PRINCESS — IMAUSHI WAKASA.

「 SYNOPSIS 」 ⋮ imaushi wakasa x reader — 2.3k words — wakasa thinks you act a bit too bratty for attention

≣ contents ⋮ nsfw and 18+ content, fem! reader, jealous! wakasa (of benkei), (slightly) insecure! wakasa, semi public sex (in the gym after hours), he sucks your tits bc that's what i want you deserve, begging, unprotected sex, creampie, use of pet names (princess + baby (and brat lol))

≣ notes ⋮ idk everyone always writes shin jealous of waka, but i present to you all: waka jealous of benkei. anyway i am so ill over him i would eat my own liver for one chance with him

“are you done yet?” you whine, and wakasa is sure that this much eye twitching must be bad for his well-being. if he’s being honest, he’s sure you must be bad for his well-being at this rate.

“no,” he grunts, continuing with his paperwork.

wakasa figures running a gym is as lucky of a job as he’ll get. he’s passionate about fighting, even if he doesn’t always seem it—and if he’s being honest, he doesn’t think he can ever forget his glory days. he doesn’t think he can ever move on from the fights and the rush of adrenaline, so he stays as close to fighting as he can, even if it means running a gym—but paperwork always comes with owning an establishment, and he’s no exception.

you, on the other hand, seem to hope he is.

“waka, you said fifteen minutes,” you grumble, “and that was forty minutes ago.”

“it’s taking longer than i expected,” he grunts.

“then save it for another—“

“babe,” he grits his teeth, making you pause as you hear the warning tone in his voice. it makes you pout, crossing your arms as you huff and turn your nose away from him. “i have to finish these papers.”

“fine, i’ll bug benkei then,” you grumble. you’re petulant in your tone, it doesn’t go unnoticed by him, but he doesn’t say anything as you march out of his office.

at least he’s granted some peace—and fewer distractions as he works means working faster, which means more time with you.

but then he hears it. it’s quiet at first, he doesn’t seem to notice as he speeds through his papers, but there’s the sound of your giggles that has to be exaggerated. he scoffs, eye twitching before he slams his pen down and wanders off to the gym, eyes instantly finding you, boring into your figure as he watches you grin down at benkei.

“now you’re just showing off,” you shake your head, and wakasa’s vein all but pops as you stare at benkei’s arms as he bench presses…whatever insane weight he can bench press.

wakasa has a soft spot for his friend, he really does—but he can’t help the bitterness creeping up and hunching over his shoulders, weighing him down as he watches you enjoy your time with his friend. and being impressed, no less.

“you’re the one who bet i couldn’t handle the weight,” benkei chuckles, curling his arms up and down with ease, making wakasa’s lips purse unhappily.

why do you look so happy to be occupied by benkei of all people? why are you so shocked a man his size can handle that much weight anyway? wakasa has never been too jealous…but benkei, benkei is a sore spot.

there’s something gnawing at him—something heavy and weighted and spiteful that the same man he once rivaled is the same man you’ve chosen to spend your time with while he’s busy.

“it was a joke,” you snort, “you seem like you have something to prove, though—” you’re cut off by the clearing of your boyfriend’s throat, making you turn your head at him, brows raised like you weren’t expecting his intrusion.

the idea that he’s intruding on a moment between another man and his girlfriend leaves a bitter taste in his mouth.

“thought you were heading out,” wakasa eyes benkei, watching as the bar gets set down before his friend sits up.

“i was,” benkei nods, “until someone whined about being bored,” you have the audacity to look sheepish when benkei gives you a pointed look, making wakasa’s teeth grit. “you’ve got a handful with this one.”

“yeah, seems like it,” wakasa grunts. if benkei notices the slight hostility in wakasa’s tone, he chooses not to mention it. instead, he rises, offering a good-natured smile before flicking your forehead gently—a gesture that makes wakasa clench his jaw.

“well, see you both tomorrow,” benkei waves off before making his exit, leaving your attention to fall on your evidently unhappy boyfriend. you raise a brow, making your way over as your thumb runs over his tightened jaw.

“you seem tense,” you mumble gently, “waka, what’s wrong?”

“what’s wrong?” he raises a brow, making your hand retract with a slight flinch at the sharpness of his tone.

wakasa doesn’t think he’s a guy who lacks confidence—in fact, he likes to think he’s a rather self-assured guy. he’s never lacked attention, never doubted his appeal or his charm, never had trouble getting the attention he craves should he crave it at all. but something about you feels different—something in him yearns to be more than a pretty face, something important.

and benkei is gentle, soft and comforting under the exterior, someone who can carefully cradle you like a jewel in the palm of his hand. wakasa isn’t sure if he can compete with that—as much as he hates the thought. there’s a small ounce of guilt that pangs in his chest for doubting you—you who cups his face like he’s the earth’s core under your palm, you who kisses his nose like he’s warm rays of sunlight against your lips, you who offers him love even if you have to peel away layers of yourself to give him what you think he deserves.

so he grunts, eyeing you with a lazy glare that makes your head tilt in confusion.

“baby, you’re—”

“want me to call benkei back so he does some push-ups? maybe he’ll let you sit on his back,” he grumbles, jealousy seeping through his words before he can stop the flow. you have the audacity to chuckle, like this is funny, like it’s nothing serious.

“so you do have a jealous side. good to know,” you tease, pinching his cheek. he grunts, swatting your hand away as he glowers at you, taking a step back when you try to wrap your arms around his neck. “don’t be stubborn,” you furrow your brows, “it was just benkei. he’s your friend—”

“don’t be a fuckin’ brat,” he shoots back, “need my attention so bad, huh? well, you got it,” he growls.

wakasa’s lips are on yours before you even have a chance to process his words—they hungrily devour you like he’s a starved man, lost in his own deprivation. you can only gasp against his mouth as he nibbles and sucks on your bottom lip, pressing his firmly against you like he’s knitting himself along your seams.

“w-waka, someone could—”

“we’re closed,” he cuts you off, hand snaking up your shirt to knead your breasts. you gasp, fingers curling tightly around the fabric of his shirt as his lips wander to your neck, sucking sweetly along your pulse point.

“but the sign hasn’t been—”

“don’t care,” he says simply, “gonna fuck the brat right outta you,” he speaks lowly against your ear, making you shiver as he reminds you, “you wanted this.”

you did want this—you just figured it’d be in the comforts of your own home. but there’s something uncharacteristically needy in his demeanor, something that makes it hard for you to deny him. so with a shaky moan, you tilt your head to give him more access to your neck, letting him scatter wet kisses along your skin and suck marks where he pleases.

you’re not sure when he even stripped you of your clothes, his movements a blur as he has you sprawled against the same bench benkei laid just moments ago, hovering over you and raking his eyes over your bare chest. his lips latch onto your nipple in an instant, making you gasp as your fingers tangle into his hair, tugging at the strands when his tongue rolls over the pebbled bud. you whine when his hand cups your other tit, thumb running over your nipple before squeezing it.

“waka,” you moan, hips bucking up to rub against his clothed erection. he groans against your chest, slotting a knee between your legs and giving you a small bit of the friction you crave. “p-please—”

“please what,” he raises a brow, “you were whining my ear off just a bit ago. use your words now.”

there’s a whimper caught in your throat when his fingers press against your heat through your underwear, thumb rubbing circles over your clothed clit and making you huff frustratedly for more. a small part of him feels satisfaction that he’s able to rile you up with so little.

“please waka,” you pout, wrapping your arms around his neck and clinging to him. your lips are right against the shell of his ear as you speak, “please fuck me—wanna feel you,” you whisper, hips rubbing against his straining cock once more.

with a groan, he slides your underwear down your legs, freeing his pulsing cock from the confinements of his boxers. your hand reaches to wrap around his length, smearing the pre cum around the tip before stroking him slowly, pulling a low groan from him as his head falls to your shoulder. turning, you press a gentle kiss to the side of his head, squeezing around his tip as you stroke your fist up his length. you drag your fist along his cock a few more times before he stops you, forehead pressing against yours as he looks at you with hooded eyes. 

“you’re fuckin’ mine,” he says lowly before bringing the blunt head of his cock to your dripping entrance, sliding along your walls and collecting your slick along his tip. you whine, head falling back against the bench as your legs wrap around his waist. 

“yours—all yours. please, n-need you, waka,” you plead, and with a low chuckle, you feel his cock inch past your folds, curving into you perfectly as he bottoms out. you groan into each other’s mouths, panting through labored breaths as he gives you a moment to adjust. 

each roll of his hips feels like electricity running up your veins, making your hips cant up and meet his thrusts and your hands fist his long tresses, tugging at the roots when he angles his hips and slams against your sweet spot. you feel his thick veins glide against your walls, adding to the friction of his cock bullying into you slowly, hard and deliberate. 

“this what you wanted?” he coos, grabbing your cheeks with one hand and squeezing them together, grinning down at you as he takes in the fucked out expression on your face and the haziness of your eyes, “wanted me to fuck you in my own gym? drop everything to make you cum, huh? ‘s that why you were whinin’ so much?”

“wak—oh, fuck,” you gasp, mewling when his other hand travels between your bodies to harshly thumb your clit, making the steady ache to your orgasm build. he hisses as you clamp around him, the warmth of your walls encasing him like a tight hug, your slick coating his thick girth as the squelching sound of him fucking into you echoes through the empty gym.

“what, you can’t speak, baby?” he grunts, thrusting sharply into you, making you sob as tears cling to your lashes. he’s cruel with his pace, not faltering in his movements as the fat tip of his cock kisses your spot over and over again. “so fuckin’...s-spoiled—like getting fucked like you’re spoiled?”

“‘kasa ‘m close,” you whimper, making him growl against your jaw as he nips at the skin. he’s sucked enough spots into your flesh to make him grin down at you satisfied, eyeing the marks with a pleased glint in his eyes.

“yeah, i bet you are,” he grins, “cause i know how to fuck this pussy, don’t i? anyone else make you feel like this? hmm?” his thumb presses down on your clit harder, making you cry out as you pull at the strands of hair combed through your fingers.

“no, jus’ you—jus’ you, waka,” you wail, making him hum with a satisfied grin. 

“sound so pretty when you’re crying for me,” he groans, hips rutting sloppily against you as he approaches his high, breath heavy as he pants against the crook of your neck, burying his head against you as he lets out a needy moan. “sound even better when you’re cumming—gonna cum for me, princess? let go, baby.”

his words are enough to make your lips part with a silent scream as you cum, hard. your hands trail to his shoulders, nails digging into the skin as you gush around his cock, making him groan brokenly as your walls spasm around him. he’s panting erratically into your neck by now, but a needier part of him forces himself to wrench away and stare at the way your face breaks with pleasure. he groans at the sight, voice cracking as he grunts your name when his own orgasm crashes over him in waves. 

“f-fuck, baby—feel so good,” he rasps, “shit, ‘s so good.”

you feel the warmth of his cum spilling into you, each hot rope painting your wall with every twitch of his cock, his hips desperately rolling to fuck you through your peaks. you feel his arms tremble as he hovers over you before he collapses onto your body with a soft moan as he finishes. 

you let his face dig back into your neck, humming quietly when his plants a light peck into your skin. 

“i like when you’re jealous,” you say cheekily, “we get to do this.”

“i hate when you’re a fuckin’ brat,” he grumbles, “don’t talk to benkei. he’s weird and annoying.”

“that makes two of you.” you giggle when you feel him bite at your shoulder lightly, hand threading through his sweaty locks as the other runs along his bare back in slow circles. the bitterness in his mouth from earlier dissipates as the honey trickles through his lips when you pull his face to give him a sweet kiss. “but you don’t have to be jealous,” you murmur softly, “i love you. even if you ignore me.”

“love you too. even though you don’t shut the fuck up.”

© hanmas do not plagiarize, repost, translate to other sites, or recommend on platforms outside tumblr such as tik tok

[manjiroscum]

*screaming*

NHNNNNGHHHHHH *screaming without the s*

was reading this before bed and holy shit i had a good sleep NNDGJSS i love how ran went from the tolerating office worker to fucking us dumb 😩 that scene after a meeting had me reeling and wishing he was fucking real bc i cant take it anymore *sobs aggressively* *bangs fists on table*

AND AHHHH I LOVE THE ENDING 😭💕 how he thought we were trying to get rid of him sjsj cause he has fallen for the reader *sobs* thank u for this good fic bby dawn 🥺🙈💘 bless ur soul love

⇢ (𝐮𝐧)𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲

pairing. ran haitani x fem!reader

summary. ran was completely sure he despised you—his uptight, standoffish, demoness of a boss who’s a complete handful to endure… until one night when he finally gets the upper hand.

genre. no bonten, office!AU, 18+, MDNI

cw. ran is a fresh master’s graduate, no one likes reader as a boss, mentions of a pack of cigarettes, implied slut-shaming, language, degradation, humiliation, ran is a huge meanie, cum play, boot humping, face slapping, dacryphilia, power play, nipple play, blowjobs, office sex, forced to be quiet, slight mention of non/con photos, finger sucking, reader asks ran to pull out and he doesn’t, creampies, unprotected sex, teasing in public, semi-public sex, plugs, choking, clit slap, Dom/sub undertones, ran teases reader while she’s on the phone, confessions

wc. 6.3k 

tagging: @manjiroscum <3

The working world was a vast and lawless place.

Sure, people entered their sterile cubicles eight hours a day, pretended to make small talk by the water cooler, ate lunch at their desk and then returned home when the clock struck five in the evening.

But, Ran Haitani would beg to differ.

Behind that veneer of civility laid a complicated network of politics and play that he was just starting to unravel.

With his Master’s in Business and Communication, Ran thought he would dominate the working world once he stepped out of the comforting arms of his old alma mater. The process was simple: dress up in those horrendous black suits for interviews, fake a laugh whenever someone quipped if his results were because of his brains or his pretty face, land that job and turn it all around by shooting straight to the top.

As a fresh-faced graduate, he understood that first jobs were important. They had the power to make or break a resume. And as someone who wanted to give the right impressions, PwC was his one and only choice.

With a revenue of USD$45 billion and part of the sacred big 4 in the accounting world, he would be a fool to not try his luck. The sucky part was… fate was rarely ever kind.

After what he assumed was a stellar interview, they had called him back, not for the position of a junior consultant as he had initially applied for—oh no.

Instead, he found himself as the personal assistant to the vice partner of the Finance department. Ran was fine with it—called it a learning curve in his head. Sure, he was bummed out considering the careful, meticulous plan he crafted to earn his way up to a senior consultant by the end of the year.

He could take the stinging rejection—the assumption of his worth based on the paltry college he graduated from. But one thing he could not tolerate?

Miss L/N Y/N.

Not only was his masters rendered completely useless, but he had to be at the beck and call of a woman whom he was convinced was positively the spawn of Satan.

As the assistant to one of the firm’s top co-partners that specialised in strategic deals and partnerships, he had to be available 24/7 a week, 365 days. After work hours were virtually non-existent. Christmas break? None. Personal time? He could kiss it goodbye.

But, Ran Haitani was an optimistic man. He preferred to see the greener side of hardships and bid his time to leverage on the opportunities presented to him. He would grit his teeth, plaster on a smile, answer his phone at any hour, just so he could finally escape the grinding thumb of Miss L/N Y/N.

Or, as he preferred to refer to you in his head—the bitch from hell.

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