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writergirl3 · 2 years ago

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4 Town x Reader vs Flatpacks

So, after offering virtual moral support for my own IKEA flatback endeavors, @4townlove agreed to collab on this fun piece with me! It was so much fun, and we’ve actually already been brainstorming another fun scenario between you and 4 Town…

There’s a tiny bit of swearing in this, hope y’all don’t mind. And yes, it’s all T.

Without further ado, enjoy the pure chaos of 4 Town helping you move into your apartment! 🧡

“Thank you!”

Scribbling your signature on the proof of delivery and bidding the delivery guy farewell, you began shuffling the IKEA boxes inside.

Once all of the smaller ones were safely stowed inside, you eyed the 6ft cardboard package with contempt. Damn wardrobe. Why hadn’t your new apartment come with a fitted one?

After only a few moments of your best efforts- which were honestly pathetic- at moving the box, you heard a familiar voice just as the whole thing threatened to squish you.

“Whoa, whoa! Here,”

Z grabbed the cardboard with ease just before it toppled, his protective instincts towards you kicking in. You didn't even realise that you were in the brace position until he spoke again, “be careful.”

“Sorry, and thanks. Wouldn’t want ‘death by flatpack’ on my tombstone, would I?”

Z chuckled, jutting his head towards the door, reassuring you that he’d got the box and encouraged you to head inside. You had to admire his capability, lifting the thing like it weighed nothing.

Shutting the door behind him, you noticed that T had also arrived.

“YO, IT’S HERE, Y’ALL!”

“Jesus,” Z winced, “you think they got new sets of ears for me and Y/N in one of these boxes?”

T just rolled his eyes, “It’s my way of helping.”

“Did helping me carry the boxes never occur to you?” you cheekily quipped.

“Hey! You volunteered so that the delivery guy wouldn’t freak out and want photos ‘n shit.”

“Right, I forgot that your target audience is men in their mid-40s.”

“Shut up! I’m still proud that a freakin’ pensioner asked for my autograph.”

“That’s not something to be proud of, T.” Z sighed, having settled the largest box down.

Before T could begin a full-blown speech, the other guys finally emerged. Jesse eyed the boxes, “You brought all these in yourself, Y/N?”

“No, Z helped too.”

“So did I!”

“T, shut up.”

“Guys, guys!” Tae calmed the Aarons down, “Why don’t I make us all some tea?” Tae was no stranger to 4 Town’s flatpack endeavours, and knew well enough that some sort of soothing hot drink was a must to calm everyone down.

“Ew, no! Make mine hot chocolate,” T cut in, “tea is gross.”

“Kinda ironic that you hate tea.” Jesse hummed, referring to the brunette’s given nickname. The realisation earnt him a fist pump from Z, while you and Robaire chuckled.

“Right, Tae and Ro, you sort the drinks. The rest of us will unbox the packages.” you instructed. Someone had to take the lead with these guys, after all. Yes, it had been kind of them to help you move into your new place, but you could already foresee pure chaos.

T comedically saluted to you before dramatically ripping the nearest box to shreds. Jesse and Z went about it more methodically, while Tae and Robaire were happy to avoid the whole thing altogether.

One thing was for sure: this was gonna take a while.

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“That’s all the boxes. Who got the instructions?” Jesse wiped his forehead with his arm. Who knew that opening fifteen boxes would be tiring?

You scanned over the packages in front of you, trying to make sense of all the loose wooden fixtures. Annoyingly, there wasn't a pamphlet in sight. Z shrugged, also having the same problem.

“The instructions? Oh, I tore ‘em up, they’re in the trash.”

“T!” you collectively shouted, exasperated. Of course it was T, who else would it be?

“Yo, chill! Imma find the English ones.”

Z pinched the bridge of his nose and Jesse just gawked at the brunette. Tae and Robaire froze in the doorway, beverages in hand. All you could do was sigh, “T, there aren’t any English instructions. It’s IKEA.”

“Then how do we put the shit together?” T babbled, utterly clueless.

“The pictures. You use the pictures!” Jesse refrained from screeching, putting his head in his hands.

A wash of something akin to realisation swept over T’s features, and he snapped his fingers, startling everyone. Especially poor Tae, who nearly spilt tea all over himself.

“Well, we got two linguists in this group, right?” T proudly pointed out.

“T, I don’t speak Swedish.” Robaire immediately shut down the premise.

“Alright, alright, but what about Jesse?” T gestured to the blonde as though it were the most obvious suggestion in the world. Everyone looked to the Jesse, and then back to T.

“What about Jesse?” Z looked unimpressed.

“Jesse looks Swedish, so…” T faltered.

“Sorry, just to be clear, you assume I can speak Swedish because I’m blonde with blue eyes?”

“Yeah!”

“Not cool, bro.” Z deadpanned.

Everyone eyed T with exasperation. “T, you know I’m not Swedish!”

“You’re not?” T looked genuinely surprised, “Guess you learn somethin’ new every day.”

“Some of us have more to learn than others…” Tae sing-songed under his breath, setting the mugs down. T just scowled at him.

“My Dad’s family were from Russia, and my Mom’s Irish!” Jesse exasperatedly corrected.

“Aight! I didn’t ask for your family tree.” T held his hands up in surrender, and it was now Jesse’s turn to look irked.

You were starting to feel that way, too, and clapped your hands together like an elementary school teacher. “Right! Enough about Jesse’s heritage, we need to figure out a way of getting those instructions back.”

“I’ll look online.” Robaire sensibly offered, heading off to the computer. He dodged T as the brunette began to use one of the pieces of cardboard as a skateboard. Tae grabbed T, shoving his hot chocolate into his tanned hands to distract him.

“God, I’m gonna need something stronger than tea by the end of this.” Jesse flopped on the ground, his blonde hair lacking its usual golden sheen.

“Nothing is stronger than the almighty T!” Aaron T quipped, hot chocolate froth coating his top lip, which had turned upwards into his signature grin.

Z just sighed and raised an eyebrow, already fed up with his name twin's jokes.

You chuckled, wondering if surrendering to delirium would make this whole process simpler. For now, the tea would suffice.

“Aight, I printed the instructions off,” Robaire reemerged, “no one let T near them.”

“Rude.”

“Can we just start now?” you raked a hand through your hair and Jesse agreed.

Robaire directed everything, organising some sort of procession line. Z was put in charge of the heavy lifting, Jesse deciphered instructions, and you organised all the bolts and screws. Robaire assigned himself the job of fixing everything in place.

“Why don’t I get a job?” T whined, earning him deadpanned expressions from everyone, including you. He just shrugged, content with his hot chocolate as he went back to sipping the sweet drink.

“Tae, you wanna do something?” you sweetly offered while Z passed you your tea.

“No thanks! I’m good over here.” the faux blonde declined, wringing his hands in anxious anticipation.

You smiled over at him before passing Robaire the nails for the new bookshelf. Scanning your eyes over the somewhat-orderly room, you set your hands on your hips confidently.

How hard could this be?

6 hours later

"i cant believe... we lost.... to a flat pack...." Aaron T wheezed, the bags under his eyes finally becoming pronounced as he collapsed to his hands and knees, panting with exhaustion.

Robaire was sat with his head in his hands on the couch, Jesse trying to deny their failure by insisting with a weak and delirious laugh, "C-Come on guys.. I'm sure theres.... there must be another page we haven't-"

"No." Z cut in dryly, staring at the ceiling fan and getting lost in the hypnotic whirring of the arms til he couldnt feels his limbs anymore. "We just failed."

Taeyoung was trembling with fatigue, his arms as heavy as lead at his sides as he panted, "W-well.. at least it's upright...right?"

and as if a wind of poetic justice blew its way through the apartment, the frames began to tilt and as all your eyes widened, the whole wobbling shelf keeled over and crashed back to the carpet for the 27th time.

silence hung in the stale air like an odour, so thick breathing was uncomfortable. you, staring into your empty teacup beside Robaire, barely had the strength to look at he failed attempt, but the more you sat in that silence, pondering the possibility of a swedish furniture store conquering the best of all boybands, a smile pushed into your jaw.

Jesse, finally progressing to the next stage of grief, let the loose and crinckled instruction manual slip from his calloused fingertips, his blue eyes bloodshot and knees quivering.

T choked out between stiff breaths, "A- *sniff* a-at least we... we tried our... *sob sob* our best and... and worked... at least we worked as a team!!!!"

Z rolled his eyes into the back of his head and shut them for a moment, frustration silently coiling in his mind. but you were snickering now.

how absurd this all was, to think that IKEA had defeated you, had drained all attempts at being handy while having all the tools to make handiness seem easier.

"Oh my god..." you chuckled under your breath, your surprising amusement now audible enough to get Robaire's attention. blinking out of his pensive state, he turned to you, grinning at your strange reaction. "....Y/N?"

"Uh oh." Z muttered without having to open his eyes, though a very faint smile lifted to his lips. "I think we did it, guys."

"W-what?" Taeyoung sniffed, only then realising his eyes had been pooling with pearlescent tears, but pushing them away from the back of his hand, your trembling shoulders came into view and he frowned.

"Y/N?" and then, to make the situation even more out of the ordinary, a soft rolling chuckle began to rise from the back of Aaron Z's throat. slapping a hand over his eyes, it grew, swelling as it fed on the stale air of the sunset-lit apartment that held an aroma of dust and sweat and cold coffee. "We finally did it."

then Jesse started. though he was staring at the wall in slow acceptance of his grief, he shook and began to laugh also.

the concern of 4*Town's leader tightened his eyebrows into a frown but his full lips continued to stretch into a bemused smile. carefully taking the cold mug from your hands as you threw your head back, he placed a hand on your shoulder and asked again, "Hey... what happened?"

"We broke them." Z chortled, rolling onto his side as his laugh billowed into the room. and you, clutching your stomach as the events of the chaotic, desperate day repeated over and over in your minds eye, only fell back onto the bed, wheezing as you finally coughed out, "W-we... AHAHAHA! we got... the one thi-ing... that defeated 4Town... was a damn flatpack bookshelf!! I can't believe this!" and once the words were out, the insanity of the situation finally cleared the atmosphere.

it was Jesse that cackled out next, his blonde hair gleaming in the flittering light of the amber setting sun. and then Taeyoung, whose fatigue slowly slipped into delirium when he glimpsed Aaron T still genuinely crying as he stared at the nuts and bolts and torn instruction manual between his brown hands. "Y-You..." the young Korean snickered, "T, you... you threw away... the instructions... before we'd even started-"

"I WAS HELPING TO CLEAN UP!" T wailed, his tawny eyes swimming and overflowing with tears, and hearing that was enough to erupt the apartment.

You, Robaire, Jesse, Taeyoung and Aaron Z exploded. laughter mixed with the confused and overwhelmed hiccuping of T until you were all rolling around uncontrollably, gently pounding fists into the cream carpet and collapsing.

yes the day had been stressful and draining, but being with the guys, laughing and bickering and sipping sombre cups of tea over the magnitude of your collective confusion had made the day one to remember. through your blurry eyes, wiping away the tears of your pure delight, you looked at them all in the light of the setting sun, their smiles shining just as bright, or even more so.

your heart swelled as you watched Jesse finally let himself lie down after standing or pacing for hours on end, you watched Taeyoung and Aaron Z take T in their arms and comfort his seemingly honest sadness, and Robaire who met your gaze with such warmth as he laughed, "I'll never forget this. I'm certain. IKEA flatpack furniture is going to haunt my nightmares forever now."

"Same" you giggled, sighing deeply and resting your head on the black lead singer's shoulder. "I love you guys...." and then the room was tender again.

the calm settled over the dust and static film the plastic wrapping had left on every surface and stuck to your palms; the other members slowly regained their sanity enough to look at you and each other, a mutual gentle appreciation for everyone in the room shimmering like glitter in the sunset. and then your stomach growled, and your grin returned, sharp and cutting.

"As much as I do love you all too," Jesse began as he pushed himself to sit up, his brain finally recallibrating to return him to the sensible caretaker of the group. "We havent had anything today besides coffee so... how about pizza?"

"All the pizza?" Tae perked up, eyes bowls of starlight. and the other blonde nodded, winking kindly at the young member. "All the pizza. My place is free tonight so we can have a sleepove-"

"I'm sorry for throwing away the instructions!" T blurted out. "If i'd known they had the instructions on them i wouldnt have, i swear!"

You and Robaire exchanged glanced before falling into gentle giggling again, all before you pushed yourself to stand on aching legs. "Yeah we definitely need food. Let's just... get our things and head out. We'll sort out the bookshelf later."

"hey T?" Z muttered, crouching in front of his namesake with a comforting hand on his back. T pushed his hands over his face and looked up at the other, "Hm?" Z grinned and nodded his head towards you as he explained, "Y/N says it's pizza time."

a quiet heartbeat passed before, in an instant, Aaron T was on his feet, springing up like a jack in the box with a smile as wide as the sky as he exclaimed, "HELL YEAH!" and grabbing Taeyoungs hand, raced out the door.

"Don't forget your backpack!" Jesse called after them, picking them up and hurrying after the two youngest. Robaire followed soon after, shaking his head in soft amusement and then it was just you and Z.

with a slow breath, you looked at him and he looked at you. you shared a tender smile before he threw his arm around your shoulder and muttered as you walked out and locked the apartment door behind you, "T was right though... at least we worked together."

"Yeah," you agreed, heart full of warmth. "We did."

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bratdesire · 5 years ago

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Your Dad, My Daddy

Pairing: Ukai Keishin x Fem!Reader

Warnings: 18+ smut, age gap, older man/younger woman, barely legal, squirting, rough sex, daddy kink, alcohol mention, questionable ethics, d/s dynamics, overstimulation, degrading language, touch of subspace, unprotected sex, breeding kink, slight dubcon if you squint but it’s all consensual, Ukai’s dick is pierced, exhibitionism(?)

Genre: Smut, just so much smut

Word count: 9.4k

Author’s note: Here is my contribution to the new HQHQ collab!! You can find the masterlist right here! Big big thank you to @sempiternal-amour and @inaflashimagine for beta-ing this monster fic, ilysm <3 This is so incredibly self-indulgent, I even inserted my nickname ~for spice~. Anyways, enjoy my incoherent screaming uwu

Summary: When you go over to your friend’s house for a study session you don’t anticipate meeting her very attractive father, and you surely don’t anticipate the very same man fucking you over their couch.

“Hey, I apologize in advance for anything weird my dad says or does. You know how dads are,” Hitomi explains as she pulls into the driveway of her house.

It’s small but nice and well-manicured, situated in the cul de sac of a middle-class suburb.

“Dad, we’re here,” she shouts up the stairs, setting her keys on the small table next to the front door. Hitomi’s gaze drifts to the tall, dark haired man sitting at the kitchen table and your own gaze soon follows. “Oh, there you are.”

She quickly pecks the man on his cheek before walking over to the shiny silver fridge, pulling out a couple bottles of water. “Dad, this is Bunny, Bunny this is Dad,” she gestures between the two of you.

When her father glances up from his phone to give you a nod of acknowledgement, you’re taken aback by how handsome he is.

You can tell from the slight wrinkles around his lips and the crinkles by his eyes that he’s definitely a much older man, but other than that he’s flawless. The angle of his jaw is sharp but soft, lower face darkened by his five o’clock shadow. His chocolate brown eyes are complemented by plump, pink lips that would look even better swollen and shiny with saliva. Dark, shiny locks are gathered into a low ponytail and you wonder how they would feel fisted in your fingers. He’s gorgeous in a rugged, mature way that boys your age aren’t and could never hope to be.

Hitomi never told you her dad was hot but then again, why would she?

“Mr. Ukai, it’s nice to meet you,” you greet him.

He waves his hand in the air dismissively, “Ah, you can just call me Keishin. No need to be so formal.”

Hitomi mutters a frustrated “shit” under her breath and it takes you a few moments to tear your eyes away from the man in front of you.

“I left my textbook in the car, I have to go grab it,” she sighs then turns to her dad. “You, don’t scare off my friend, please.”

Keishin puts a hand on his heart, a falsely serious expression on his face. “I won’t, scout’s honor.”

She just rolls her eyes, exiting the kitchen the same way you entered. The front door slams shut, leaving you alone with your friend’s very hot dad.

Keishin looks up at you then quickly looks away, unsure how to interact with his daughter’s friends. “So is, uh, Bunny your real name?” he asks, nervously rubbing the back of his head.

Leaning against the table he’s seated at, you fold your arms across your chest, fully aware of how low cut your top is. You don’t miss the way his eyes briefly flicker down to your cleavage then back up to your face. “Wouldn’t you like to know?” you challenge, raising an eyebrow at him.

“I… I’m just trying to make conversation,” he laughs nervously.

“Hm, well, the short answer is no. You’ll have to get to know me a bit better before I give you the long answer.”

He snorts, pushing his chair back and rising to his full height. “What gave you the confidence to speak like this to your elders?”

Taking a step towards him, you twirl a piece of hair around your finger and shyly peer up at him through your lashes. “I don’t know, but maybe you can teach me how to behave.”

A light blush colors his cheeks and his eyes widen with surprise. “I-I don’t know what you’re implying, but it’s not... appropriate,” he stutters, taking a step backwards to try to put some distance between you.

You sidle up to him, reaching out a hand to caress his well-muscled arm. When he makes no move to stop your petting, you bite your lip and get on your tiptoes to whisper in his ear. “Who said we had to be appropriate?”

His mouth is slightly agape, lips moving every so often, as if he wants to say something but doesn’t. “I—” he starts.

The sound of the front door slamming open makes you both jump apart, trying to appear as casual as possible.

“I got it! We can go study now,” Hitomi proclaims, waving the book around in her hands. She glances at you, then at her father and notices the way you’re completely turned away from each other. “Oh my God, Dad, what did you do?” she groans.

He holds up both hands in surrender, shaking his head emphatically. “I didn’t do anything! Why do you always think I did something?”

Your friend strides over to lightly punch his shoulder, a disapproving but loving expression on her face. “Because you’re weird and lame. Besides, between you and Bunny, I’m always going to assume that you’re the guilty party.”

You find yourself chuckling at their banter, touched by how close they are. It’s evident that Hitomi and Keishin care a lot about each other, regardless of how much they tease each other and guilt twists in your gut when you remind yourself that you were flirting with him. She likely wouldn’t forgive you for trying to sleep with her dad and it would cause a great deal of damage to their relationship, possibly beyond repair if she knew he was into girls her age. To make matters worse, you’re two years her junior. What man would sleep with a girl younger than his daughter?

But your morals are tossed right out the window when you take in the sight of Keishin’s radiant smile—all straight, white teeth and eyes that shine like pools of dark honey. It’s in that moment that you decide you’re going to seduce that man if it’s the last thing you do.

Sorry, Hitomi. Kind of.

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“Okay, so L-Tyrosine is one of the twenty amino acids used by the body to synthesize proteins. It is also an aromatic amino acid derived from phenylalanine by hydroxylation in the para position—oof!” Hitomi’s droning is cut off by the pillow you send hurtling towards her head.

You sit up on her bed, squealing obnoxiously as you stretch. “Hitomi, I love you, but please shut up. My brain is melting. We’ve been at this for three hours now, can we take a break?”

She closes the textbook in her lap and pushes it to the edge of her desk. “Fine, fine. We can take a twenty minute break, but we have to go right back to studying because finals are this week and I cannot afford to fail,” your friend warns, despite how she whips out her phone at lightning speed.

Picking at a stray thread on the comforter, you gently try to get her attention, “Hey, Tomi?”

“Hm?” she responds, barely glancing up from the video she’s watching.

You’re not sure how to broach the subject, but you’ve never been one to beat around the bush so you just come right out and say it. “Has anyone told you your dad’s kinda hot?”

That makes her stop, her head jerking up from her phone at lightning speed. “What!? That old geezer?” She sounds dumbfounded, incredulous at the prospect that someone would be interested in her father.

“Yeah girl, he’s a total DILF,” you confess, making a little fanning motion with your hand like you’re burning up inside just thinking about him, and it’s not that far from the truth.

Hitomi makes no effort to hide her feelings, disgust clearly evident in her delicate features. “Ew! You have to be joking. Please tell me you’re joking.”

“I’m not joking! He’s really sexy,” you muse dreamily.

She claps both hands over her ears, yelling at the top of her lungs to drown you out. “I never want to hear you say that my old man is ‘sexy’ ever again!”

You childishly stick your tongue out at her. “Hey! I’m just speaking the truth. You have to have had friends say the same thing.”

Removing her hands from her ears, she brings one up to stroke her chin, seemingly deep in thought. “Now that I think about it, back in high school my friends were a lot more enthusiastic about coming over once they met my father.”

You feel vindicated by her personal testimony, even if she thinks you’re gross. “See? I’m not the only one who finds your dad ridiculously attractive.”

Hitomi gags dramatically as if she’s going to puke and judging by the look on her face, she just might. “Please, no more, I’m begging you.”

“Fine, fine I’ll stop, but don’t act surprised when I become your new stepmom,” you tease, wiggling your eyebrows at her.

“You’re younger than me, don’t even joke about that,” she shudders in horror. “Okay, with that we need to get back to studying amino acids and proteins.”

“Whatever you say, future stepdaughter.” You muster your best motherly voice, sickeningly sweet and a touch passive aggressive.

This time, it’s Hitomi’s turn to throw a pillow at you.

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Since the day you met Keishin, you haven’t been able to get him off your mind. Even when you’re in class trying to learn about the sodium-potassium pump, you find your thoughts drifting to his hands, his lips, him. He’s simply become too distracting to ignore.

More times than you care to admit, you’ve fucked yourself with your fingers to thoughts of how his fingers would feel pumping inside you. You fantasize about how his hand would feel around your neck, squeezing with just enough pressure to make your vision hazy. His name is always on the tip of your tongue when you orgasm and when you finally let yourself moan out ‘Keishin,’ you know enough is enough. A man his age has to know exactly how to make a woman scream and writhe in pleasure, but you need to experience it for yourself or you’ll die trying.

You’re not oblivious to the way he looks at you with hunger and longing in his eyes, you know he wants you too and you’re not above using dirty tricks to show him just how much you want him.

If he’s too proud, too noble to give in to his urges, you’ll just have to break him. His resolve may be strong, but yours is stronger.

Your efforts begin innocently enough, gently probing him for more information about himself so you can get to know him better.

“I’ve noticed you don’t wear a ring. Is there a Mrs. Ukai in the picture?” you ask innocently.

Keishin clears his throat a bit too loudly, refusing to meet your questioning gaze. “Nah. It’s just me and Tomi, always has been.”

“Any… future Mrs. Ukai in the picture?”

The corners of his lips twitch slightly, the barest of smiles tugging at his handsome features. “Can’t say there is. Between the store and coaching volleyball, I don’t really have the time to date.”

You nod and make a noise of acknowledgement, relieved by the confirmation that he is in fact very, very single. You’re a lot of things, but you’re not a homewrecker.

On another occasion, you’re seated on their plush leather couch and Keishin’s in the well-worn La-Z-Boy recliner to your left. You’re watching some Adam Sandler movie on Netflix, but it’s paused while Hitomi is in the bathroom.

You take your alone time together as an opportunity to question him more, toeing the line of what would be considered proper. “So, Keishin, how old are you? I know Tomi’s twenty-one so you must be…” you trail off, hoping he’ll humor you.

He takes a swig of the beer in his hand and your eyes instinctively flicker down to watch the way his Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows. “Old.”

You roll your eyes and prop your chin up on your hand, readjusting your position on the couch so you’re leaning closer to him. “Obviously, but just how old?”

“Why do you want to know so badly?” he asks, head tilted and a well-groomed eyebrow lifted questioningly.

“I was just wondering if you’re older than my dad,” you tease.

His shoulders shake slightly as he chuckles, amusement dancing in his eyes. “I’m forty-four. Do I have him beat?”

“He’s forty-two, so just barely.” Your steady, unwavering eyes lock onto his own, which are glassy and unfocused from the alcohol. When he brings the bottle to his lips once more, you nonchalantly add, “Maybe I should call you Daddy instead.”

Keishin coughs and sputters in surprise, causing him to choke on his beverage and a spray of sticky beer splatters across your face.

Apologies tumble out of his mouth as soon as he realizes that your cheeks and hair are dripping with the craft IPA he was drinking. “I-I’m so sorry! I’ll get you a towel,” he blurts, shooting up from his chair.

In his panic and embarrassment, he rushes toward the linen closet and you can’t help the giggles that escape your mouth at how uncoordinated he is, now several drinks in. “Hey, it’s okay. It’s not that big of a deal,” you reassure him, wiping your face with the back of your hand for emphasis.

He returns from the rummaging around the hall closet, a dark blue towel in his hand, which he offers to you with a nod of his head.

No matter your protests and assurances that you’re fine, Keishin is even more insistent in offering you the towel to clean yourself up. When you refuse to take the towel from him, he kneels down next to you and leans in to dab at the foamy liquid that has soaked into your hair.

Your breath hitches in your throat when you feel his fingers on your jaw and you almost squeak at his close proximity. He hasn’t let you near him since your first encounter and now he’s right in front of you, so close that his breath curls around your cheeks, smelling of malted hops and the slightest hint of peppermint. You can map out the slight freckles on the bridge of his nose and each long, curled eyelash that brushes his cheeks each time he blinks.

He’s truly a beautiful man, all sharp angles and rough stubble and you can feel your cheeks warm when you realize that he’s right there. If you leaned forward just a little bit more, your noses would brush against each other.

A deep, rumbling voice interrupts your daydreaming. “Kid, are you even listening to me?”

You blink a couple times, coming to the realization that he’s been trying to talk to you for the last few minutes, but you were too busy admiring his beauty.

Keishin shakes his head as he leans back on his heels, using one hand to rub his face wearily. “As I was saying, you can’t just… say things like that. I know young girls sometimes have fantasies about older men like me, but I’m telling you now that it’ll only end badly,” he sighs. “I’m not a righteous man, I have my vices. God, do I have lots of them, and I don’t need another one.”

He mumbles the last sentence, barely loud enough for you to hear, despite how close you are.

Another one? Is he admitting that the attraction is mutual? You have to know, you just have to. Your body practically aches from how badly you want him.

“Keishin, I—” you start, reaching out to touch his arm, but he stands abruptly and quickly turns to shuffle away from the couch.

“This just isn’t a good idea, kid. Just forget about me, alright?” he says, his back to you. A tinge of regret and hesitation seeps into his words, as if he wants to take back everything he’s said.

After the beer incident, the man is even less receptive than he was before, making every effort to avoid being alone with you.

Even still, you’re not discouraged because he never outright rejected you. If he had, you would’ve stopped your pursuit weeks ago, but he only seems to be trying to maintain his composure as a righteous man.

Righteous men are wolves in sheep’s clothing, always putting on a facade so they can claim plausible deniability when they’re caught with their pants around their ankles. But no matter how honorable or virtuous a man tries to be, none of them can resist a wet, willing pussy laid out in front of them and Keishin is no exception.

That’s why you’ve shown up to their house the last few weeks in skirts far too short to be considered decent, flashing little peeks of your underwear each time you move too much or bend over too far. Each time you bend over to grab a pencil or a piece of paper off the floor, Keishin is always conveniently positioned behind you so he gets an eyeful of your pretty lace panties and the little dark spot where your wetness has soaked through the fabric.

After you retrieve your item from the ground, you look over your shoulder to make direct eye contact with him and say ‘oops,’ without a hint of regret in your voice. You revel in the clenching of his jaw and the way he exhales loud and heavy through his nose, frustration mounting each time you try to provoke him.

When your ass and clothed pussy are on display for him, you make sure to wiggle your hips a bit, an open invitation to fuck you the way you both want to. It never fails to elicit some sort of reaction from the older man, ranging from a few groans and a choked cough, to making a very hasty exit, a book or some other object held over the front of his jeans.

Without fail, Hitomi expresses her concern each time her father storms out of the room, red-faced and breathing heavily. He just waves her off, telling her he’s not feeling well, but you know the truth. He’s painfully hard, painfully hard from you, even if he doesn’t admit it.

Truthfully, if you weren’t trying to get him to fuck you so hard you can’t walk you would applaud his self-control and restraint. Even after weeks of teasing and provocation, the man refuses to give in to his desires.

That’s okay. If he’s not going to come to you, you’ll just have to take matters into your own hands.

----

It all reaches a tipping point when you’re unable to go home for winter break and Hitomi offers you their guest room to stay in for a few weeks.

Apparently she never asked her father for permission, if Keishin’s shocked, slightly panicked face when you walked through the door with your suitcase was any indication. When he tried to question Hitomi about whether or not it’s such a good idea for you to stay, she wasn’t having any of it and told him that you’re a friend in need.

Hitomi’s so sweet and caring that you feel a twinge of guilt for plotting to seduce her father in her house when she’s none the wiser. She just wanted to lend a helping hand by letting you stay with them, oblivious to your true plans, but what she doesn’t know won’t hurt her.

Now that you’re under the same roof, all you really want to do is ambush Keishin as soon as possible, but you have to plan around Hitomi’s schedule so you have bide your time. What’s the saying? Good things come to those who wait?

And wait you do. You wait for two whole weeks, in fact. But then the stars align so perfectly that some otherworldly force must be looking out for you.

Hitomi is gone to work and won’t be back until the middle of the night when her shift is over, while Keishin is home reviewing footage from his team’s latest game.

He told you he does this right before a big game so he can tell his players what they need to improve on and get in that last bit of refinement before the day of. When he clued you in on his strategy you just nodded and hummed, not really listening, mostly focused on ogling his muscles through his thin t-shirt.

Your nerves have been buzzing since you woke up this morning, sensing the heaviness in the air. You’re wearing your prettiest lace panties and its matching bra and frankly, you’re feeling pretty damn confident. You look good and you know you look good. If you were trying to seduce any guy your age, they’d drop their pants as soon as they got a little glimpse of your underwear, but Keishin’s not any guy your age. He needs a little convincing, a little push in the right direction, and you’ll be the one to help him.

You’ve flitted around the house all day, just trying to find the right moment to pounce.

Currently, Keishin is sitting in the living room watching the recording on the big flat screen in the living room. He looks preoccupied with taking notes on the notepad in his lap, but it’s now or never, you suppose.

Before you try to talk yourself out of it, you stride over to where he’s sitting and put your hand on his shoulder to get his attention.

“Hey. Did you need something? I’m kind of busy analyzing my team’s last game.”

Not wanting to lose your nerve, you wordlessly swing one leg over his, then the other, planting yourself firmly in his lap. His entire body goes ramrod stiff, hands jerking away from your body as if you’ve burned him.

“W-what do you think you’re doing?” he stutters, alarm evident in his voice.

When he makes no move to throw you off his lap, you wrap your arms around his neck and lean into him, pressing your chest to his.

“What we both have been wanting to do since the day I met you,” you purr, lips barely brushing against the shell of his ear. He shivers when you gently nibble on his earlobe and your confidence only grows as you discover that he wants this just as much as you do.

“I d-don’t know what you’re talking about. This isn't right. I’m your friend’s father and I’m... old enough to be y-yours,” he mutters, running a hand through his already messy hair, conflicted with how to proceed.

You can’t tell whether he’s trying to convince you or himself, so you decide to give him a little encouragement.

Leaning back slightly, you run your hands down his chest and bite your lip. “Are we going to keep playing games or are you gonna fuck me? Because if not, I’ve got several guys back at college who—”

You’re cut off when Keishin’s hand wraps around your throat, the other braced against your back to pull you flush against him.

“You think your little stunts are cute, don’t you?” he growls, his minty breath washing over your face.

“What, you don’t think so, Daddy?” you pout, batting your eyelashes at him innocently.

His eyes flash with something hot and primal and you can feel the gush of wetness between your thighs. “I’m getting a little tired of them,” he growls.

“This,” you palm at the bulge straining against his pants, “Tells me otherwise, you know.”

The hand around your throat tightens, cutting off whatever bratty remark you were about to make. “I’ve had enough of you prancing around my home in tiny skirts and flashing me your panties when my daughter is around. It’s unbecoming.”

“Then t-teach me a lesson,” you gasp, struggling to speak with Keishin’s fingers so firmly wrapped around your throat.

The way he grins is downright sinful and it stokes the fire already raging inside you. “Careful what you wish for, little girl.”

With some manhandling on Keishin’s part, you’re shoved toward the couch then pulled back onto his lap, but this time you’re on your stomach and both your wrists are pinned behind your back.

“Before we go any further,” he starts, trailing his fingers down your spine and leaving goosebumps in their wake. “I have to ask… How old are you?”

You twist around to look him in the eyes, a defiant smirk on your face. “Old enough.” Your mischievous giggle is cut off by a swift, firm slap to your ass.

“Watch the lip, brat. I need a little more reassurance than that.”

“Since you’re just so concerned, I’m nineteen. Perfectly legal and more importantly, legally fuckable,” you say, punctuated by an enticing wiggle of your hips.

“Jesus, you’re two years younger than Tomi. What am I doing?” He seems lost in thought as the honorable side of him fights a losing battle against his baser, carnal instincts. Whatever reservations he has are thrown aside when you start to wiggle in his grasp, maneuvering yourself over his crotch to grind yourself against his hardness.

Keishin gathers your hair around his fist, harshly jerking your head so far backwards that your spine aches from the unnatural angle.

“Stop fucking squirming. You just don’t know how to behave, do you?” It’s phrased like a question, but he shoves two of his fingers in your mouth so you can’t respond.

You knew Keishin would be the perfect dom, but the ease with which he settles into the role makes your head spin and your insides throb. Latching onto his digits, you lick and suck like the good girl you are, coating them in saliva as he hums in appreciation.

“Foo wans tuh behav wen thith is wutt I ge fo bein ba?” you ask, garbled and muffled by the fingers massaging the back of your tongue.

A series of harder, heavier spanks make you squeal and squirm even more in his lap. He gently rubs his hand over your warm, stinging flesh as he speaks. “Such a troublemaker. Just what am I going to do with you, hm?” He tries to sound admonishing, but you can tell he’s smiling behind his words.

His hand leaves your ass, no doubt raised to spank you again, but before he can, you bite down on his fingers. Not too hard, just enough for him to jerk them out of your mouth. “You can do whatever you want to me, Daddy.”

You jolt when his thumb rubs against your pussy through your panties. They’re soaked with your slick, the material clinging to your skin uncomfortably. The barest touch has you gasping and pushing your hips back for more. You’re so sensitive from the teasing and you’re so turned on you just might pass out if you’re not filled up soon.

Keishin just laughs darkly at the pathetic humping of your hips and you can feel the rumbling in his chest. “This is what I love about girls your age. So sensitive…” He pulls your panties aside and gently eases a finger inside you, then another as you moan and shake in his lap. “And so reactive. I bet you’d cum just from me putting my cock inside this tight, wet cunt, wouldn’t you?”

He speaks with a hint of condescension that has you clenching around his digits, coating them in sticky, syrupy strands of your arousal as they pump in and out of you. You’d almost be embarrassed at how worked up you are if you had more self respect, but you don’t. All you can focus on is the way his fingertips curl into the little spongy spot inside you that makes you whine.

“Why don’t you try it and find out?” The challenge in your voice is severely dampened by how breathless and wrecked you are even though you haven’t really even done anything.

His fingers pull out of you with a lewd squelching sound and you can hear him suck them into his mouth. “You taste even better than I imagined, but I want to taste that sweet pussy of yours. Up, little girl.” He coaxes you from his lap and onto the couch so your back is nestled into the cushions.

Sweat is making hair stick to your forehead and you’re breathing so heavily you’d think you just ran a marathon, but Keishin is looking down at you like you’re the most beautiful thing in the world and it nearly steals what little breath you have left in your lungs.

Oxygen is the last thing on your mind when his lips slot themselves between yours, soft yet demanding as they suck and lick. The movement of his lips doesn’t falter when he pulls your shirt over your head to reveal your light pink bra. Keishin pulls back to kiss along your collarbones, neck, and chest, his teeth occasionally nipping your sensitive flesh and leaving goosebumps in their wake. He expertly removes your panties with one hand so you’re left in just your plaid skirt, exposing your heated flesh to the coolness of the living room.

You’re nearly naked but he’s wearing far too many clothes for your liking, so you blindly grab at his shirt, but your fingers are shaking too much for you to get a good grip. Once he realizes what you’re trying to do, he puts his hands over yours and helps you take off his shirt. You nearly start drooling when all of his hard, rippling muscles and smooth, tan skin are finally revealed to your greedy eyes that can’t seem to settle one thing. You don’t know if you’ll get this opportunity again and you want to remember everything in painstaking detail, especially Keishin’s gorgeous body.

He momentarily disentangles himself from you to remove his jeans, leaving him in just his Calvin Klein boxer briefs. The outline of his cock is evident as it strains against the blue material and you reach out to stroke it, but he just takes your hand in his.

He brings it to his lips, then kisses up your arm until he reaches your lips. “All in due time, sweet girl. I want to taste you first.” Your mouth is claimed in another hungry, bruising kiss and you squeal when Keishin takes your lip between his teeth and bites, blood rushing to the surface of your skin.

His head dips down to leave featherlight kisses and teasing licks down your chest and stomach before he’s resting between your thighs. You whimper pitifully as he spreads your legs, awaiting the feeling of a wet tongue or his fingers against your folds. When he doesn’t move for several beats, you come to the realization that he’s just watching the way your cunt twitches and clenches around nothing and the wetness that drips onto the couch each time your muscles contract. You quickly bring your legs together to hide yourself from his scrutinizing gaze, but he simply pries them open with little effort.

Keishin grabs your chin so you’ll look right at him, squirming from the intensity of his gaze. “Don’t you dare hide this pretty pussy from me, do you understand? I am going to devour you until I’ve had my fill and you’re going to just lie back and take it.”

You nod obediently, your impudence quickly dying, giving way to the burning ache between your legs that can only be sated by a long, hard fuck.

With a satisfied hum, he settles at the apex of your thighs and licks a long stripe from your quivering pussy to your swollen clit and your hips jerk from the contact. Strong hands pin your hips to the couch as you writhe in his firm grip. He gives your clit a soft, quick kiss before he takes it into his mouth and sucks. You grab fitfully at his hair, back arching and hips pressing into his mouth as you gasp and groan from the incredible feeling of his tongue on your sensitive flesh.

His tongue teases your entrance and your cunt twitches, anticipating the first thrust of his warm, wet muscle inside you. He occasionally dips into your hole, but never breaches your entrance and you think you might go mad if he doesn’t give you more.

“I-I need more, give me more,” you manage to gasp, grabbing a fistful of the pillow underneath you as the tightening in your belly gets stronger.

Keishin removes his mouth from your cunt just long enough to admonish you for your lack of respect. “You need to have more manners if you’re going to demand things of me,” he says, before latching back onto your swollen, twitching clit.

“Daddy, pleeease I need more. Ah! I want to cum!” Your voice is so high-pitched and whiny you almost don’t recognize yourself, but you’re nearly delirious from pleasure and your impending climax that’s been dangled over your head for what feels like hours.

“Now who am I to deny you when you ask so sweetly?”

He thrusts two of his digits inside you, reaching deep inside you and rubbing against your g-spot as he sucks your clit back into his mouth. You’re almost screaming at this point, clawing at his hair and humping your cunt against his face. The familiar tightening in your belly signals that you’re about to cum and your moans and cries get faster, louder as the promise of white hot pleasure is just within reach—

It’s almost embarrassing how fast you’re teetering on the edge of climax, as if you’re a virgin school girl that’s never touched herself before. But maybe that’s the difference that years of experience can make.

Not that you care. You just want to cum.

“Fuck, Daddy, I—I’m close!”

Sensing your impending orgasm, the man uses his free hand to slap your cheek then grabs your throat. “Uh-uh-uh,” he tuts, “Ask Daddy for permission to cum.” You’re clamping down on his fingers impossibly tighter as he fingers you even deeper, and the way he sucks on your clit renders you incapable of speech. Each time you open your mouth to try to speak, more desperate, wanton noises escape your lips.

You’re about to fucking burst at the seams and you feel like you’re on fire, but you want to be a good girl for your daddy, so you use the last bit of brain power you have left to ask for permission.

“P-pleaaase Daddy may I ahhh! May I cum!” you ask, but you can’t even hear Keishin give his approval from how loud the blood rushing in your ears is as you finally cum.

You try to muffle your cries with the back of your hand, but he grabs your wrist and wrenches it away from your mouth.

“Don’t do that. I want to hear you scream.” His tone is clipped and short, not caring how rough he is with your delicate flesh.

If you weren’t already cumming, you would have from the pleasure that’s so intense, it’s almost painful as your body is wracked with tremors. Your legs snap around Keishin’s head and you grip his hair even tighter as wave upon wave of your orgasm washes over you. You hear someone screaming and wonder what’s happening, when you realize it’s you, you’re the one screaming as you ride out your climax.

He greedily slurps and sucks up every single drop of your release that you can give him, as if he was stranded in the desert for a thousand years and your juices are the first sip of water to hit his dry, parched tongue. Your cunt is already so sensitive, painfully clenching around his fingers, but he just. Doesn’t. Stop.

“Fuck, K-Kei, wait ‘s too much,” you weakly protest, but your body is too spent to resist so you just lie there, twitching and gasping as he keeps sucking on your overstimulated clit.

His lips detach from your poor, abused bud and you almost sigh in relief before the fingers inside your cunt pump faster, stimulating every inch of your gummy walls.

Keishin leans over your sweaty, exhausted form, one hand braced on the couch, the other buried inside you. His fingers are hitting a spot inside you that makes you feel the urge to pee, so you try to push his hand away but it’s futile with how much stronger he is than you.

“Hold onnn, I’m g-gonna—” you slur, panicked, but it’s as if he didn’t hear you.

His digits are relentless, rubbing and stroking and you’re a fucked out mess. You don’t know what he wants until an uncomfortable tightness shoots through your cunt. You cry out as clear liquid gushes out of you, splashing all over you, the couch, and Keishin. If you were more coherent, you might be mortified because you just… pissed on him—

To your surprise, he’s laughing as he removes his hand from inside you, ignoring your halfhearted groans. “I was hoping you’d do that,” he says, holding up his hand, shiny and dripping with your juices.

“D-Do what?” you pant, unsure of what just happened and why Keishin seems so smug.

He uses his discarded t-shirt to wipe his hand off, then dabs at your stomach where a sizable puddle accumulated. “Squirt,” he responds. When he sees your confused expression, he follows up with, “It’s not piss, if you’re worried about that.”

“Ooookay.” You’re too dazed and exhausted to argue with him or question him further, so you just flop into the sofa and close your eyes.

“C’mon, little girl, don't tell me that’s all you’ve got. You were talking so much shit earlier and I have so much more to give you.” Despite how tired you are, his words spark new arousal in your belly and defiance revitalizes you, movement returning to your limbs.

You slide a hand down your stomach and spread the puffy lips of your cunt, sliding a finger through your wetness. “Of course it’s not. I’m ready to take that hard cock of yours, Daddy.”

“Attagirl, that’s what I like to see,” he praises, dropping his underwear and sliding them somewhere you can’t see.

His cock is gorgeous, but that doesn’t come as a surprise, considering the man it belongs to. It’s thick and curved in a way that you know will reach the deepest parts of you.

What you weren’t expecting is the many piercings adorning the shaft and the one that goes through the head. A long curved barbell enters through the tip and exits through the underside of his glans. Three evenly spaced rings are embedded in the skin where his shaft meets his balls. You’ve never seen so many piercings on one man, let alone in such a sensitive place, so you gawk at the smooth metal rings that shine in the overhead lights.

“You’re… You have…”

He grins widely and it’s so devilish you think he might swallow you whole and honestly? You’d let him. You’d let him do whatever he wants to you. “Haha, yeah I get that reaction a lot. Never seen a pierced cock before, huh?”

“No, but there’s a first time for everything. I’m dying to see how those,” you point to his piercings, “Feel inside me.”

Keishin wordlessly climbs on top of you and rubs the head against your wetness, spreading it along his shaft to ease his entry. “They’ll feel fucking incredible, but you’ll have to beg for it.”

You scoff, reaching to grab his hips so he’ll fuck you already, but he scoots backwards so you can’t touch him.

“Naughty girls that misbehave don’t get fucked, so you’d better smarten up quickly,” he warns, making you gasp as he thrusts his cock against your clit.

He lazily nudges the head over your flesh, occasionally letting it catch on the tight ring of muscle around your hole. When he slots between your pussy lips, you try to wiggle and hump your hips in his direction, in hopes that he’ll slide right in.

But he doesn’t, and you’re about to go mad with his cock so close, but so far away.

“Please fuck me Daddy. I need your cock so bad!” You’re on the verge of tears, the buildup of the last few weeks overwhelming your senses.

Making a noise of sympathy, Keishin pets your hair affectionately and kisses your cheek. “All you had to do was ask.”

His hips pull back, then he’s thrusting inside you, sheathing himself to the hilt in your tight heat. You whimper and whine at the sudden intrusion, but any pain you feel is overshadowed by the way that his cock is filling you so full. The burn and stretch hurts so fucking good that your orgasm hits you like a freight train, fast and hard and blinding. Keishin fucks you through it, his cock touching all of the sensitive spots inside you and the pleasure is so strong you have to screw your eyes shut as you cry out and fall apart around him.

When you open them again, the man is staring down at you with the most shit-eating grin you’ve ever seen. “See? I said you’d cum as soon as I put my cock inside you.”

Using all the strength you can muster, you slap his arm. “Shut up and just fuck me.”

“You still haven’t learned your manners, but I just can’t wait to shoot my cum deep inside this cute cunt of yours,” Keishin groans, pulling almost all the way out before burying himself back inside the hot, welcoming clutch of your pussy.

You can feel each of the metal rings on his cock, foreign and strange, but the odd feeling soon fades to little shocks of ecstasy each time they brush against your insides.

The lewd slapping sounds of skin on skin are all you can hear besides the occasional moan or hiss from the man fucking you within an inch of your life, not that you can focus on anything else right now.

You nudge at Keishin’s shoulder and he stops the rapid pistoning of his hips, an almost annoyed look on his face.

“What’s wrong?” he asks, but you just smile and push him backwards onto the couch, just like you were. He grunts in surprise as he falls backward, but he quickly quiets down when you climb on top of him and sink yourself back down on his length.

You both moan in unison as he fills you once more, the tip of his cock pressing against your cervix each time you force your cunt back down on him. His hands wander to your tits, grabbing, squeezing, and pinching the sensitive buds of your nipples.

Ever the troublemaker, you can’t resist making a jab at him now that you’re on top. “I wonder what she’d do if she knew you were with me right now. What would your daughter say about you taking advantage of a young, helpless girl?”

Keishin takes that moment to pull you against him, thrusting hard and rough into your gummy walls that never stop pulsing around him. You’re shaking and gasping, your tongue lolling out of your mouth in your pleasured delirium. “With the way your greedy, sloppy cunt is clenching around me, I wouldn’t say I’m taking advantage of you,” he points out, only slightly out of breath. “But you get off on this, don’t you? Letting an old man like me fuck you. I’m old enough to be your father.”

“Like you’re any b-better,” you bite back.

You cry out when Keishin starts rubbing your swollen clit in tight little circles, your third orgasm fast approaching.

“Fuck! I can—urgh, I can feel your pussy pulsing around me. I’m g-gonna cum,” he grits out, thrusting impossibly deeper inside you. He's pressed so far into you, he’s just thumping the head of his cock against your cervix. You scream and write in his arms, seeking to relieve the sharp burning in your womb just a little bit, but he has you firmly locked in his clutches. “Be a good little girl and cum for Daddy.”

Almost on command, you shake and moan, loud and long, as you cream all over his cock and coat the base in milky white. “Oh fuck, oh god! D-Daddy I’m cu-mming!” you wail with the last of your energy.

You’re so exhausted you go limp against him and let him use your body as a fuck toy until he reaches his climax. Keishin follows soon behind you, his thrusts growing sloppier and less coordinated as he mumbles obscenities under his breath. “Shit shit shit, fuck I’m cumming! I’m gonna—fuck!”

With one last thrust into your fluttering, over stimulated cunt he orgasms, his legs shaking as he shoots rope after rope of cum into your quivering womb.

You both lay there for several minutes to catch your breaths. You’re so sore and boneless you can barely move, but you manage to extricate yourself from Keishin’s long limbs. Leaning into the arm of the couch, you let your eyes flutter closed and allow sleep to take you.

You’re awoken by a warm, wet washcloth rubbing against your sensitive folds and you whine, sleepily wiggling your hips to get away from the discomfort. “Kid, I know it doesn’t feel good but, uh, it’s kind of a mess down there. You can go back to sleep, just let me clean you up.” Keishin’s familiar timbre comforts you so you settle back down, still half asleep.

“Mmm, Keishin?” you mumble, making grabby hands at the man.

He takes one of your hands in his. “Yeah?” he responds as he wipes the washcloth between your legs with his other hand.

You rub your face against his hand before placing a sloppy kiss on top of it. “Thank youuuu,” you slur.

Keishin just chuckles and rubs his fingers over your knuckles. “Yeah kid, you’re welcome. Just get some rest, alright?”

You’re asleep before he even finishes the sentence.

----

When you awaken it’s dark, most likely the middle of the night. There’s a blanket thrown over your unexpectedly clothed body, which is now covered in a worn, oversized shirt. It smells like fabric softener and musk, so you figure it must be Keishin’s.

Looking around, you bolt upright when you realize you’re not on the living room couch anymore, you’re now in a large, comfortable bed.

The sound of a deep, rumbling voice draws your attention to the bathroom connected to the room you’re currently in. “Oh, you’re finally awake,” Keishin says sheepishly as he emerges from the bathroom, then points to the nightstand next to you. “There’s some water and ibuprofen, you should take it. Even if you’re not sore now, you will be later.”

You chuckle tiredly as you stretch your overworked muscles. “I’m already sore, so I’ll definitely be taking these.”

He sits awkwardly on the side of the bed, unsure how to treat you after your little encounter. His brows are furrowed, a deep frown on he’s seemingly deep in thought.

“Whatever you’re thinking, just spit it out.” His head immediately snaps to you, eyes guarded and unreadable.

“What we did downstairs, it’s… not right. I’m supposed to protect young, impressionable girls like you. I’m a father—I would die if Tomi was after a man more than twice her age.”

You pull the blanket off of you and climb over to where the older man is seated on the mattress. “Keishin, let me ask you something.” He lifts his head, expectant. “Did you enjoy what we did? Because I did.” He nods slowly, still unsure what you’re getting at.

Taking his face in your hands, you tell him what you’ve been thinking for weeks. “At the end of the day, we’re two consenting adults who partook in consensual activities. Even if someone wants to clutch their pearls because you’re older than me, who cares?”

“Yeah, I get that, but… It has to be some sort of ethics violation on my part. You’re younger than my daughter, Bunny.”

“Even if it is, you have to allow yourself to live a little. Life is too short to deny yourself pleasures the world has to offer, and I don’t know about you, but I was very pleased by our… tryst.”

A cute blush spreads across Keishin’s cheeks as he remembers everything he said and did to you. “Aha, I was too. So, um… Would you want to do that again, sometime?” he asks, running a hand through his hair like he always does when he’s nervous.

You giggle and tackle him on the bed, wrapping your arms around him and squeezing. “Of course I do. We can even do it now, if you’d like…”

A couple hours later, just before Hitomi comes back, you limp across the hallway to your room and pass out, falling into a deep, dreamless sleep.

And that is how your little arrangement begins.

Most of your time is spent with Hitomi, mostly shopping and going out to eat when she has the day off, or just watching Netflix in her room when you’re both too tired to go anywhere.

However, in the wee hours of the morning when you’re sure that she’s asleep, you sneak up to her father’s bedroom and get fucked so hard and so good you can barely make it back to your bedroom before the sun rises.

It’s a good arrangement, you think, you both get what you want and your friend is none the wiser. You figure no harm, no foul. At the end of the winter break, Keishin will likely want to cut things off with you and you’ll go back to your college dorm as if nothing happened.

But the winter break isn’t over yet, and you plan on making the most of it.

Keishin has been fucking you into the mattress for so long, time no longer even makes sense anymore.

You’re sweaty and exhausted, muscles so sore and shaky, but the thrusting between your legs shows no signs of stopping anytime soon. The harsh grip on your hips will likely bruise, but luckily you can hide them, unlike the few close calls you’ve had with poorly-placed marks on your neck.

Despite your exhaustion, you continue to meet Keishin’s thrusts by humping your hips back at him.

He gives your ass a harsh spank and fucks into you harder, making you whine and clench around him. “You’re an insatiable little thing, aren’t you? So fucked out and dripping with my cum, yet you still want more,” he says, but all you can do is gasp in response. You’re too far gone to produce any meaningful response. “What am I going to do with you?” If you had the energy, you’d tell him whatever he wants, but you don’t and the familiar tug of an orgasm is too hard to ignore.

“Fuck Daddy, I-I’m—”

Suddenly, his phone comes to life, Hitomi’s face lighting up the screen as it vibrates. The pistoning of his hips slows, then stops completely as he reaches over and grabs it off the nightstand.

He suddenly pulls out of your sore, abused cunt and you almost whine at the loss before he buries himself back inside you. The way your face is pressed into the mattress makes it difficult, but you manage to turn your head to see what Keishin is doing behind you.

Your eyes widen and you try to wriggle out of his grip when you figure out that he’s going to answer his phone as he keeps fucking you.

A hand wraps around your neck, lifting you up from your position on the bed and you have to follow its movement to prevent your windpipe from getting crushed. You’re pressed against Keishin’s hard chest, and his cock is nestled right against your cervix. “If you know what’s good for you, you’ll just stay still and take it like a good little girl.”

The harsh grip on your neck releases and you’re shoved back into the bed, falling onto the comforter.

Keishin sounds completely normal when he answers his phone and it almost pisses you off—how can he be so unaffected when you’re at your wit’s end?

He chirps into the phone, “Hey sweetheart, what’s up?” The only indication that anything is amiss is the slight breathlessness in his voice and the occasional curse under his breath.

He forces himself even deeper inside you so forcefully that you’re afraid he’ll punch straight through to your womb. You know it’s not possible, but with Keishin, it just might be. He’s always full of surprises, especially when it comes to your body.

“Oh yeah, sure I can drop it off to you later. I’m just a little… preoccupied at the moment,” he says with a sharp thrust of his hips and you can’t help the moan that escapes your lips. Keishin stiffens above you, waiting to see if Hitomi heard you through the phone.

“No, Hitomi, I’m not watching porn! But hold on a second, I think someone is at the door.” He sets the phone on the bed, muting the call as his cock hits your g-spot and you’re shaking, practically shivering in his arms. A couple of hard, coordinated rubs of your engorged clit and you’re cumming, gushing around him and keening as your muscles clench uncomfortably. You scream silently and fall limp onto the bed, unable to hold yourself up any longer.

You’ve lost count of how many times you’ve cum, but it’s to the point that each successive orgasm borders on the edge of pleasure and pain.

“Better keep quiet, wouldn’t want my daughter to hear you getting your pretty little cunt stuffed full of my cock,” Keishin snarls into your ear and you feel yourself clench painfully around him. Your body is just so worn out, but you know he won’t stop until he’s satisfied. “Or do you want her to know what a slut you are for her father?”

You shake your head vehemently, but the man inside you just chuckles as he keeps fucking you.

“Oh my god, oh fuck I-I…” You’re babbling nonsense to no one in particular.

“Ahh it was just-fuck, it was just some dude trying to sell me security cameras. Anyways, I’ll see you later honey, I love you.” His last few sentences sound rushed, urgent and you can tell from the twitching of his length that he’s close. The moment the phone is hung up, Keishin cages you between his body and the mattress. “Your cunt feels so fucking good, I’m gonna fill you up with my cum. Would you like that?”

You try to nod and make a noise akin to ‘mhm,’ but you’re not sure what it sounds like. You’re not really sure of anything right now, but what you are sure of is you want him to cum inside you.

“I could never deny you anything, sweet girl,” he groans.

Keishin fucks into you harder, faster, and it feels as if he’s quite literally rearranging your guts, he’s so deep inside you. He reaches down between your legs and pinches your sensitive bud between his fingers. “Think you have one more in you, hm?” he asks, but he doesn’t wait for your answer. Of course you do.” He rubs your sore clit the way he knows will have you shaking and coming apart around him.

“Fuck Daddy, fuck I’m cumming!” you squeal, writhing and squirming from the painful, aching tightness of your orgasm as it builds once more.

“Ergh, fuck yeah, cum on Daddy’s cock as he fills you up. You’re such a good fucking girl for me, I love this sweet pussy.”

You shriek as you cum, your climax so strong that your vision blurs at the edges and you convulse, sore muscles twitching with overuse.

“Daddy’s gonna breed his sweet little girl, fuck, feels so fucking good!” Keishin groans, burying himself as deeply as he can inside you and shooting his cum into your quivering hole. You sigh in relief at the feeling of his warm cum flooding your womb, thankful he finally came because you couldn’t have lasted much longer in your state.

He flops next to you on the bed, sweaty and exhausted from your hours-long fuck marathon. Throwing an arm over your waist, he pulls you to his chest and buries his nose in your neck.

Hitomi’s not supposed to come back for several hours, so you both deem it safe to fall asleep as you are. Just when you’re about to drift off, your phone buzzes from the bedside table.

You reach for your phone, expecting it to be some spam email.

Your heart stops, the whole world seems to freeze when you open the text message.

From: Tomie <3

So when were you going to tell me you’re fucking my dad?

#haikyuu smut #ukai x reader #ukai smut #haikyuu x reader #ukai keishin #server collab #bunny scribbles #hq smut #hq fanfic #hq reader insert #haikyuu imagines

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segredosjogados · 3 years ago

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Blossom

📝story: After the success of your character Dani, a tough drug dealer in Euphoria, and you being the next “Iron Man”* you were invited for multiple talk shows, Ellen being one. She gets you to answer some questions about your love life and you let out some juicy answers about your relationship with Jack Harlow.

*in my multiverse of madness, the next Iron Man is a black female. Don’t know how much of it is accurate.

Warnings: none. it’s most fluff

🪸🥰✨ welcome to a world of wonder ☀️🧇🕯

You were nervously waiting for your debut on Ellen. Wearing a cute long sleeved Gucci dress that showed a lot of your tones legs, you made your entrance to the show to a very loud crowd. Ellen greeted you with a hug and you sat down on the couch.

“Wow!” Ellen started. “Wow! Welcome to the show!”

“Thanks, it’s an honor and a dream, I mean, I made it, I’m on Ellen!” You excitedly said, as your manager trained you to, but you were just a nice person in your core.

“Oh, you’re sweet!” Ellen giggled. “So, congratulations on Euphoria, everybody’s obsessed! And you’re the next Iron Man, big things ahead!” she completed and the audience cheered.

“Thank you so much! It means the world to me, I’m very proud and excited.” You started. “Really, thanks for having me here, this is so cool, these people here - you pointed to the audience - are really warm and sweet, so I’m glad I’m here.” You finished saying and people laughed and clapped.

“Wow, you’re so much different from your character! ‘Cause Dani is not a woman of many words, matter fact…” Ellen started and you continued.

“Yeah, I can say we’re very different, I mean Dani and me. She’s lived a lot of things thar built up walls around her and if she wasn’t tough, strong, with a cold heart, she wouldn’t survive. But actually you’re gonna see her heart melting a little, so yeah…” you said.

“What about your heart” Ellen emphasized the word heart “Is it melting a little?”

The audience started cheering and you covered your face. You knew these questions would come, but not too soon.

“Well, my heart is living its best life I can say. It’s pumping a lot of blood and a lot of love, so it’s cool.” You said and the audience hummed a quiet “awn” to your answer.

“Well, we’ve heard things” Ellen reposed herself on the chair “You and Jack Harlow…” and the audience went crazy. Jack’s career was on a rocket rising and yours too. You were a young interracial couple that got the internet debating but the fans were thriving. Everything you two did was news, from the mysterious instagram stories to Jack tweeting every Sunday how much he admired the actress Y/N and her commitment to her character.

“Yes…” you timidly said. Ellen tilted her head to the side, expecting answers.

“How does he deal with those scenes? I mean I can’t say what they’re about ‘cause this is daytime television…” Ellen started.

“He understands it’s part of my job. He actually admires my work a lot, he messages me every Sunday night with a full review of the episode saying how much he loved it, how much he admires my acting, and how excited he is to see me during the week, ‘cause that’s when we actually have time” you said this long answer.

“That’s a very supportive boyfriend” Ellen said.

“Yes! He’s just cute and a lovely guy. He calls me Blossom because he says I’m as cute as the character from the Powerpuff girls, so he’s just…” your threw your hands over your face with the overexposing but it was quite calculated.

The interview continued and you talked about being the next Iron Man, joining the MCU like Zendaya. You talked about how she gave you important pieces of advice and the relationship between you two and the rest of the MCU actors. You talked about your favorite show being Atlanta, and the fashion collabs.

One month after the interview, Jack announced the song “Blossom” coming in two weeks. It was a slow-tempo R&B ballad featuring 6lack which he talked about “an angelic girl he met on the city of angels”. He had the ideia the minute he met you, when he witnessed your real personality. He was mesmerized by how simply of sweetheart you were. You were beyond polite. And beyond sensitive. He felt like his mission was to protect you from this wicked world. Even though your character was super strong and nothing got to her, he saw how of a melting heart you actually were. You could not harm an ant or a roach.

When Blossom came out, the internet went crazy to pick up the references. It was the most metaphorical lyrics Jack ever penned. He gave hints about wanting to have a family with you, meeting your parents, making love… It spent several weeks on top of Billboard Hot 100 and Jack performed it on many shows.

The relationship blossomed into something magical you two were willing to defy the odds and show the world how love is wonder.

#jack harlow #jack harlow concept #jack harlow imagines #jack harlow imagine #jack harlow blurb #jack harlow x reader #fanfic #fics #jack harlow fanfic #jack harlow concepts #euphoria #love #music

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mayakern · 3 years ago

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My daily work meeting ran long and I didnt get the desert or poppy skirts I was jonesing for, but at least they're popular so fingers crossed for the poll! I did snag a winter hiss and peony though!! So very excited to get more in the preorders. Between you and your fresh hot flavors friends my skirt collection makes me so happy 🥺 the midi lengths, sizes, and patterns (and customer service!) for both of you have been fantastic. The sergle collab designs are all stunning. Im just so excited and happy i had to ramble to you about how much i love what y'all put out there. Which i do pretty much every skirt drop lol. Anyway i hope you all are well and thank you!

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iwas-baby · 4 years ago

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“good boy”

tw/cw: pegging, strap-on referred to as ‘your cock,’ sub!oikawa, fake blowjob (?), praise, degradation, slight dacryphilia, brief ass play, first time pegging/ first time anal, light choking, light spanking, finger sucking, hands-free orgasm, porn without plot, established relationship

for @fallensvint’s boys and toys collab.

when oikawa said he wanted to try something new in the bedroom, he’d never expect to be kneeling in front of you, a dildo staring at him dead in the eye.

you stroke your cock, waving it in front of his face, heart fluttering at how he looks at you with such glassy eyes. oikawa bits his bottom lip, breathing heavily as you bring it even closer to his mouth.

“c’mon baby, suck it for me.” you tell him, watching in amusement as his cheeks burned red. you took a handful of his hair making him stare up at you.

slowly, oikawa opened up his jaw, tongue hesitantly sticking out in order to take the toy into his mouth. his quiet sniffles started as he gagged on the first few inches, pulling away, gasping for air.

"that's it, i know you can take it, i know you're a good boy." he nods, enjoying the praise as he places his hands carefully against your thighs to stabilize himself before trying once again to suck your cock.

you pet his head, smirking at the sight of him fluttering his eyes shut, bobbing his head and hallowing out his cheeks as if he were truly trying to give a blow job. "there you go," you snickered, even going as far as thrusting into his mouth just to watch his eyelashes collect teardrops.

while oikawa began to get accustomed to fitting the toy down his throat, you noticed how his hand left your thigh, now creeping towards his own dick. he grabbed it with a fist, carefully playing with himself as the sloppy sounds of his saliva echoed in your ears.

he moaned around the toy, increasing the speed of his hand against his throbbing dick, that is until you kick his hand away which caused him to jump.

"dirty boy," you'd stopped the compliments, looking down at him with a narrowed vision. "getting so turned on by this, so desperate to get fucked in the ass." oikawa's jaw hung open slightly, a crimson shade overcoming his cheeks at your words. your stomach shuttered at the embarrassed expression on his face.

a devilish smile on your face, you pressed against his cock with your foot, "get on the bed. ass up." you ordered him and it was laughable how quickly he got up and positioned himself to your liking.

he'd arched his back, almost wiggling his ass in the air, showing you how ready he was for you to use him like a little slut. you grabbed a bottle of lube, pumping the liquid into your hand and rubbing it along his hole. oikawa squirmed, body twitches as you drew circled around his opening.

you dipped your fingers inside of him, pushing against his walls, pumping them in and out. his hole clenched around you, gaping as you removed them completely.

oikawa was panting, holding back any sort of louder moan. you placed another handful of lube over your cock, rubbing it between his ass, teasing his hole. he pushed back against you, almost to beg for you to simply stretch him out with your cock.

"you want my cock so badly, don't you?" you asked, seeing how brightly he flushes, rapidly nodding his head at the question. you slapped his ass, expecting a verbal reply.

"y-yeah, want your cock so bad," his voice was pitchy, strangled with a bit of a whimper and his eyes were once again glassed over with his salty tears. it was cute to see him so worked up, to see him break over a simple sex toy.

"alright then, whatever my baby wants," you smiled, taking your time to split him open on your cock. watching carefully as the toy disappeared into his ass, his back arching, his mouth hanging out as gasping groans left his throat.

you paused before thrusting your hips forward, letting his virgin hole adjust to the size of the dildo. "so tight toru, you look so pretty like this."

he giggled at your comment, pressing back against the dick shoved up his ass, moaning as it brushed against his sensitive spot. grabbing onto his waist, you began circling your hips and seeing how much it affected him, you couldn't help but smile. his hands had given out, his face against the mattress, loosely clenching the sheets.

you took his position as an opportunity to grab his hands, pulling them towards you and holding them together against oikawa's lower back. your hips started rocking forward, hearing the front of your thighs slapping against the back of his own thighs.

oikawa's sounds were amplified now, as his lips were glossy with his drool, overwhelmed by the feeling of having his ass stuffed. his incoherent babbles only made butterflies swarm your stomach, wanting to see how lewd he would get for you.

pulling out, your ears were filled with his whines. oikawa rolled over to lay on his back, curious to what you were doing as you sat down. there was a menacing smirk on your face while you rubbed your hands up and down your thighs, "ride me."

your command had been clear, though oikawa seemed to be a bit confused, the tips of his ears heated up and turning pink. "what?"

"you heard me baby," you repositioned yourself to lean back against the head board of your shared back, "i want you to ride my cock." with a timid expression, oikawa reached towards the right strapon, applying more lube to your cock in a jerking motion.

his doe-eyes watched you carefully waited to see if you'd change your mind but as you smile remained plastered on your face he straddled your waist. he reached behind him, lining his clenching hole with your dick, lowering himself down at his how pace.

the view from where you sat was breath-taking, his flustered skin, perky nipples and puffy lips were quite the sight. oikawa was always pretty but he was even more so when he was whining and begging to be fucked.

his long dick lay against your stomach as he grabbed a hold of your thighs for support, the foreign sensation slowly becoming familiar as he humped the toy.

"that's it, good boy," you let out a bit of a groan, your own folds growing wetter and wetter at the scene. oikawa reached for his cock, before you once again swatted his hand away.

"no, i want you to cum hands free," he whimpered at the order, nodding his head and bouncing at a much quicker rate. his abs flexed as he ran his hands along his chest, brushing over his nipples.

“oh, ahh,” he gained, head tilted back for a second, grabbing a handful of your tits, staring back down at you while he rode your cock.

“just like that, so cute bouncing like that,” his groans only grew louder, leading your to bring your hands up towards his neck, one wrapping around and the other going to lap up the drool around his mouth.

without a word he took your fingers into his mouth, sucking on them as his eyes fluttered shut, “such a good fucking boy, gonna fuck your real good.” you promised as if you hadn’t already pounded into his ass so hard he’d have trouble sitting the next day.

out of exhaustion, oikawa lay down, putting his body weight onto you while your arms wrapped around his torso. the position gave you a chance to whisper dirty nothing into his head as you thrusted up. your hands quickly moved to his ass, smacking it lightly and spending his cheeks.

the sounds of his pleasurable sobs rang throughout the room, turning you on even more. you knew though you would be so entranced by his tears.

you felt his dick twitch against you, signalling he was close. toru bit his lip, strangled groan left his throat.

“i’m cumming, oh fuck, i’m cumming, i’m cumming,” as he said, hot liquid covered your chest, painting you white as oikawa panted against you. you rubbed your hand up and down his back, calming him down.

“look at you, so good for me.” you praised him as he sat back up, slowly pulling the toy out of his ass. he looked down to your torso, covered with his cum. shyly, he bent back down, licking it up while keeping eye contact with you.

you twirled a strand of his hair, smiling at him, now it was his turn to fuck you silly.

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sluttsumu · 4 years ago

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MAFIA MAYHEM

pairing: stepbro!atsumu x f!reader

warnings: virginity loss, stepcest, vaginal penetration, unprotected sex, vaginal fingering, oral, praise, degradation, atsumu being a pervy asshole <3

genre: mafia au

wc: 2.1k

summary: you were the good girl in your mafia family meanwhile your stepbrother was your polar opposite, one thing the two of you did have in common? you both secretly want to fuck one another.

a/n: is my three day late contribution to @anime-nymph “firsts” collab, thank you suna/@https-inarizaki for proofreading and editing this for me. i’m actually really fucking happy with how this turned out. so enjoy whores.

The Miya crime family is composed of two parents and only three children. Twin boys, and you, one girl. Your mother married the twins’ father years ago, and the three of you grew up collectively. Despite being the opposite of your brothers, you all got along. Atsumu is the eldest at age 20, Osamu was born no more than two minutes after, and then there’s you two years younger than your brothers. You always focused on your academics, as well as your family’s bloody business, a business that you would one day lead with your siblings, but at this moment, school was your main focus. You’re bold, witty, and sarcastic, and you mind your business, unlike Atsumu, for example, who was cocky, flirty, and rash. His brother was more quiet and subdued, always focused on his place in the mafia.

You were close with your brothers, but the three of you spoke rarely solely because you were always locked in your room studying, reading, or doing something “unfun”, as Osamu would say. But you didn’t care, you had your priorities and they had theirs. It's not that you always chose to stay inside, it's just that your interactions with one of them, Atsumu, had always made you feel wrong. The way his hands steadied yours during aim practice, or the time where his hand refused to leave your upper thigh under the dinner table, so touchy, and so wrong. You hated yourself for liking it, and you hated that he is who you thought of when you pump your fingers in and out of your desperate hole, begging to be filled by him and him only.

All you could do was act like you don’t like it.

Sitting at your desk in hopes to get a paper done, you typed and typed for what seemed to be hours. You were feeling tense, that was till you feel a pair of familiar hands begin to knead at your shoulders. A sigh escaped your lips whilst your head fell forward. “‘Tsumu?” He chuckled darkly letting you know it was him, rather than Osamu. “You have to be on guard more, I could’ve been a killer, ya know.” That stupid voice of his caused chills to run down your spine, you’d been recently avoiding him that way you didn’t have to hear it.

“Mom told me you didn’t even come down to eat today, what’s wrong?” He was what’s wrong. Avoiding him and doing school work was stressful, stressful to the point where you forgot to eat. “Just school.” you sigh, closing your eyes as he tucked your hair behind your ear, revealing the pearl earrings he bought you no less than a week ago.

“Just school?” He bent down whispering into your ear, you hummed in agreement, “For the daughter of two mafia dons, yer a terrible liar.” His lips found your jaw, peppering kisses all over it, your body was tense again, lacking not even an ounce of relaxation. What is he doing? “So why don’tcha tell me the real reason yer so stressed out?” Your eyes and lips trembled, your throat felt as if it was about to close. All the feelings you’d been suppressing for so long had all been brought back up to the surface in a matter of seconds.

“Is ignoring me getting too hard for ya?”

His smirk felt as if it was burning into your neck, you should’ve known that he knew. What your mouth didn’t say, your body did. Atsumu knew he was right when your eyes widened, and breath hitched, but oh would you lie just for him to leave you alone. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Pushing his head away from the crook of your neck, you quickly closed your laptop, standing up from your desk chair, and pushed it back in, in attempt to leave your room but your wrist was hastily snatched by your brother. “Atsumu let go of me.” You demand, but his grip doesn’t falter, not one bit.

“I know your secret, no need to hide from me.” Your attempt to get away from his grasp came to a full halt, your heart fell to your stomach. You were once again frozen and humiliated. He released the hold on your wrist once your eyes were locked on his. “I’ve seen all of the lewd things you write about you and me,” his steps gradually come toward you, causing you to walk backward. “You’ve always been so cold and quiet, but there’s feelings under there, feelings for me.” Your back hits the wall, mentally and physically. This is the way you wished for no one to see you; vulnerable.

You kept the majority of things in your life private, only to be figured out by the one person you prayed not to know, you would have rathered Osamu find out than him. Not a lot of things ever got to you, but the one person who could actively break you down was your step-brother.

“I didn’t know my lil sister was such a needy slut.” His teasing taunted you mercilessly.

“I-I’m not!” You protest, but it was already too late, he saw right through you.

“Yeah?” He arched a brow as he inched towards you, his lips barely brushing over yours. You could feel his hot breath fanning your skin as his eyes glanced from your eyes to your lips. “Let’s test that then.”

His lips capture yours in a kiss that was oozing with all of the pent-up frustration that’d been gradually building, the desire you’ve been aching for, it's finally here and it’s begging for you to indulge. Atsumu could practically taste the lust you have for him on your lips. His hand taps the back of your thigh signaling you to jump, your legs quickly wrapped around his waist.

He carried you as if you weighed nothing and then tossed you onto your bed as if you were a rag doll. He threw his shirt somewhere across your room before caging your body under his. Unsure of how rapidly everything was escalating, you didn’t stop him, even though you know you should’ve. He was your step-brother, for Christ’s sake. Despite that, you’d be damned if you were going to let this opportunity getaway.

His lips trailed down your body, leaving marks in places no one would see. God, the way you melted at his touch alone proved that he knew exactly what he was doing. You looked down to see him staring up at you with eyes brimming with lust as he hooked his fingers on the waistband of your shorts and panties.

“Is this what you want?” He asked in a hushed, seductive tone. Even his voice made you melt.

“Mhm.”

You never intended to sound that submissive, you were mentally screaming at yourself, telling your brain to stop thinking with what’s in between your legs. He slid down your shorts in one swift motion, leaving you completely bare for him to touch, tease, and admire. He placed kisses along your inner thigh, as you shuddered in anticipation. He hooked his arms around your thighs, completely face to face with your sex. He began lightly licking your clit causing your eyes to shut tightly as you savored the pleasure that was being washed all over you. You’ve never been stimulated like this before, but if it’s always going to feel as good as Atsumu made you feel, you’d possibly sell your soul to feel it over and over again.

He stuffed his face into your cunt as if he'd been starving for days, the lewd noises of his tongue along your folds as your juices drip down his chin. Your knees buckle as his grip on your thighs only got tighter, stabilizing you against his face Though what he’s doing is unethical Atsumu sure enjoyed it solely because there was nowhere to run, meaning you had to watch, watch the way his eyes tantalizingly watch you as you moan and squirm from how eagerly he’s eating you, intent for you to cum all over his face.

“Tsumu, fuck—!” It was embarrassing, the loud sound of his tongue lapping at your quivering cunt. You could barely keep your legs open, wanting to close them every time his nose nudges at your clit. He mumbles onto you, sending vibrations throughout the lower half of your body, your hand cups the back of his head gripping his blonde locks tightly, earning you a groan from him. He knew you were close. You mewled at the feeling of not one but two fingers now in your cunt, quickly clamping down on them. His mouth left your clit to fully look at you, smirking, which made the heat in your face gradually grow. “Awe, I forgot yer a virgin.” Seeing your reaction to his tantalizing words makes him that much harder.

“So tight, wonder if I’ll fit.” His goal was to embarrass you, and it was working. His fingers plunge in and out of you faster, with his tongue returning to your clit. You prop yourself up on your elbows as you watch his predatory eyes gaze back at you. Your body hits its peak when your thighs begin to shake as you dig your head into the mattress. Your broken moans and strained cries are nothing but precious music to your big brother's ears as he licks your slick up.

Your chest heaving up and down, you attempt to catch your breath as your high lingers. When Atsumu’s head leaves between your legs, you’re quick to close as he looks done on the mess he created, licking his lips. He wanted more from you, you’d already come this far (pun intended).

“You think I’m done with you? Cute. Lie on your stomach.” He demanded, fidgeting with his designer belt. You don’t hesitate to do as told rolling over onto your stomach, admiring your flushed face in the full-length mirror at the end of your bed until you see Atsumu lined up behind you. He pulls your hips up leaving your back arched and face stuffed into your sheets.

You feel the tip of him rub up and down your folds, realizing how big he really is. “Tsumu… ’s not gonna fit.”

He chuckled darkly as he slowly and steadily pushed into you, “we’re gonna make it fit princess.”

You cry into your sheets at the fullness stretching you out already. “Shit— ’s too big, you’re too big” Only half of his length was inside you, and it was already overwhelming for your cunt to take. You were whimpering like a kicked puppy, which only made him harder. Oh, how he loved the sweet, slutty noises you made just for him.

“Fuck— ease up for me baby” Hissing through his teeth he could feel you trying to relax around him.

He grabbed the side of your hips and pulled you back onto him. This was wrong, so, so wrong, but then again, you were no saint. Aside from the pain, it felt like pure ecstasy.

Tears began to gather in your eyes as he began to thrust himself in and out of your cunt. “Tsu— nghh, fuck.” Babbles and incoherent sentences left your lips as he fucked you dumb. His dumb little whore who was always more than ready to be used as a toy.

“Feel good? Bet it does, you fuckin’ pervert.” Countless moans escape your throat as your body begins to adjust to his size, as he grips your hips preventing you from crawling away from him. Never in a million years did you think you’d find your lewd fantasies would become sinful reality.

Another hard and deep thrust causes a muffled moan to arise from you, but it wasn’t enough for him he needed to hear you. His hand grips your hair harshly, bringing your head up as he forced you to watch yourself in the mirror, “look at how pretty you look, getting fucked by your nii-chan .” The growl in his tone sounded predatory, almost completely animalistic. You’d be a filthy liar if you said you didn’t love it.

The lewd reflection stared back at you as you watched the grin he wore while mercilessly pounding your cunt. The look on his face told you everything you needed to know. This was only the beginning.

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kingexpl0sionmurder · 4 years ago

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Mutual Misunderstandings - Kirishima Eijirou - Smut

Author: @kingexpl0sionmurder Pairing: Kirishima Eijirou / F!Reader Rating: 18+ (Contains smut) Words: 5,866 Warnings: Quirkless AU, Aged up characters (they adulty adults!), unprotected vaginal sex, oral (male receiving), very very light choking, reader has a bit of a size kink. AN: Another entry for the BNHAREM collab! This time we’re writing roommates, and I somehow managed to snag Kirishima! I’m super excited for all of the fics coming this time around, so make sure you click on the link below and read some of the other submissions!

This is my first time writing Kirishima and I’m super nervous about it. I’ve always really loved him because he’s just the best boy and he’s so brave and strong and gentle and I just want to cuddle him into oblivion. I also firmly believe he’s going to be a huge tank of a man when he gets older and I’m going with that vision of him here.

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You stood in your living room, your jaw hanging open, staring at him in shock. Kirishima had a similar look on his face, the two of you pointing at each other like that Spider-Man meme.

“You mean to tell me you’ve had a crush on me this whole time?” You finally choked out, blinking owlishly at your best friend and roommate. “I thought you liked Mina!”

Kirishima sputtered, shaking his head. “No way! She’s my friend, we’ve known each other since middle school, you know that.” He moved to cross his arms across his broad chest. “And anyway, there’s no way you like me, you have a crush on Bakugou!”

There was no way this was happening right now. “No! I don’t like Bakugou like that! He’s a pain in my fucking ass, and I think about murdering him on a daily basis.” Facepalming, you groaned. “Are we really this stupid?”

How did you end up here?

It started back in your first year of college.

The parties and the seemingly endless studying had become a comfortable routine for you. So what if you were sleep-deprived and living on cup noodles? You were getting your higher education and ready to tackle the real world head-on in just a few short years.

A pipe dream, but still.

You had your best friend Shinsou by your side and a customer loyalty card at the campus coffee shop and everything was right with the world. You’d even managed to get paired up with Hitoshi’s (sort of) boyfriend for an English project, which was a better outcome than what you could have hoped for, not having to work with some rando on something that would be a large chunk of your grade.

Kaminari had suggested that you work on it at his place with the promise of Doritos, and you agreed. Who were you to turn down snacks? Poor college students needed those cheese dusted carbs to survive.

The Upsilon Alpha fraternity was one of the best and most popular on campus, and at first, you found it almost laughable that Kaminari was a member. At first glance, he seemed like a total space cadet stoner who didn’t belong in college, much less as a member of such an esteemed frat. However, after getting to know him, you knew that he was most definitely all of those things, but he was also insanely smart when it counted and kept above average grades in his classes (except for math, but with him being a bisexual disaster human, it came with the territory).

You had made some decent progress on your project after about an hour. The outline was done, and you were discussing how you would be presenting it since you had a choice between a written essay or a PowerPoint presentation.

Without warning, the kitchen door flew open, the doorknob slamming into the wall behind it.

“Well, the quiet was nice while it lasted, huh?” Kaminari blinked, completely unfazed by the commotion, leaning back in his chair and eating a chip.

Your gaze flitted over to the man who was glaring at the two of you from the doorway, his hands shoved in his pockets. Blonde hair that looked so much like an explosion was sticking up in every direction on his head, and you felt his red eyes trained on you as he took in the room. “What are you doing, Dunceface?”

Kaminari didn’t answer right away, raising his eyebrow and grinning at the new arrival. “Hey, Kacchan.”

If the bulging vein in the man’s forehead was any indication, Kaminari had said the wrong thing. He opened his mouth, and you assumed it was to threaten your project partner, but he was interrupted by a hand on his shoulder from behind.

“Bakubro, be nice. Kami has company.”

The man that appeared beyond the angry pomeranian took your breath away. He was...big. Like, his shoulders were so wide you wondered how he was going to fit through the doorway. And he was tall, with spiked red hair making him look even taller, big red eyes and sharp teeth, and the most beautiful smile you’d ever laid eyes on.

Blonde and grumpy grumbled, moving aside to let giant and red into the room, who then turned that megawatt million-dollar smile on you, and you tried your best not to stare at his biceps or the way his shirt clung to his chest.

Was it hot in here all of a sudden?

“Hi! I’m Kirishima, and this ray of sunshine is Bakugou, we’re some of Kaminari’s frat brothers!” He held out his hand for you to shake, and you smiled up at him, taking his giant hand in yours. The size of his fingers sent your brain reeling, and you knew you needed to get yourself under control before you started moaning out loud in front of him.

“I’m Y/N, it’s nice to meet you! Kami and I are just working on an English project.” You explained, grinning back up at him, trying to keep the lust off of your face. You didn’t want to look like some kind of freak.

He took his hand back and crossed his arms over his chest. “Oh, you must be Shinsou’s friend! Kami told us you’d be coming over, I forgot about that.” He turned, watching as Bakugou slunk over to the fridge and opened the door. “Don’t let us bother you, we’re just grabbing some water before we head to the gym.”

Kaminari snorted. “Dude, if you get any beefier we’re going to need to remodel the doors so you can fit through them.”

Kirishima turned as red as his hair, glancing at you, before he grinned at his friend. “If I stop, no one will be able to bench press you and Sero at the same time at the next party.”

“Bro, that is my favorite party trick of yours.” He sat up straighter, looking forlorn at the thought of it not happening anymore. “Okay, fine, go to the gym.”

Bakugou grumbled from behind him something that sounded like “I could bench press four of you if I wanted to.”

“Of course you could, buddy.” Kirishima slung his arm over Bakugou’s shoulder. “Okay, we’re out of here. It was nice to meet you, Y/N. Good luck with your project!”

Bakugou grunted and shoved a water bottle at Kirishima, shrugging out from under his arm and leaving the room. Kirishima smiled at you when you said goodbye, hurrying after his sour-faced friend and leaving you and Kaminari to your work.

“Your housemates are...interesting.” You managed, still trying to wrap your head around the red-haired man.

Kaminari snorted. “Kirishima is the walking definition of sunshine, and Bakugou is...well, he takes some getting used to. But he’s not a bad guy.”

You just hummed, chewing on your pen absently. “Can he actually bench press you?”

“Fuck yeah. He does it one-handed. You should come to our next party and see for yourself.”

Keeping your face as neutral as possible, you nodded. “Maybe I can convince Shinsou to come with me.” Wiggling your eyebrows at Kaminari when he blushed, you turned back to the notebook that lay open in front of you. “Come on, let’s figure this out so we can talk more about your intentions with my best friend.”

You did show up to the next UA frat party, Shinsou in tow. Your purple-haired bestie was grumbling the whole way, his hands shoved in his pockets. It didn’t stop him from making fun of how short your skirt was and teasing you about how you’d done nothing but talk about Kirishima since the day you’d met him.

“He’s like Clifford the Big Red Dog, Y/N. Clumsy and adorable.”

“He’s definitely big. I’d like to climb him like a tree.” You linked your arm with his, walking up to the giant house, the windows already rattling with the bass pumping through the speakers inside.

“You’re disgusting. I am appalled and also proud to call you my best friend.” Sarcastic as usual, he let you drag him along without a fuss.

“That sounds about right.”

The party was in full swing, half the campus milling around inside the house with red plastic cups in hand. You found Kaminari almost immediately, shoving Shinsou towards him and making your way to the kitchen to find yourself a drink.

“Y/N!” Kirishima was in front of you almost immediately, giant cat eyes and his shark tooth smile lighting up the room. “Kami mentioned you might show up!”

Blushing, you nodded, suddenly losing the ability to form words. He was wearing a tank top, his arm muscles on display, and you took a moment to thank the Lord for the blessing before you.

“You want a drink?”

You realized you were staring, so you cleared your throat and smiled at him. “Yes, please.”

His large hand wrapped around your elbow gently as he tugged you through the crowd in the kitchen and out towards the back porch. You tried not to think about how your skin was burning under his touch. You needed to get a grip.

He got to work on the keg, pumping the handle on the top and grabbing you a cup, tilting it a bit as he filled it with beer.

“Hey, shitty hair! Beer pong!” You turned to see Bakugou standing on the other side of the large wooden deck, his arm resting on the shoulder of a tall and lanky brown-haired boy. “Sero here wants to break up the dream team! Find a partner!”

Kirishima chuckled, shaking his head. “Yeah, hang on!” He turned to you, handing you your drink. “So, you play beer pong?”

Bringing the cup to your lips, you tilted your head back and chugged your beer, wiping your mouth off with the back of your hand when you’d finished. Kirishima was staring at you with wide eyes, looking surprised but pleased. “Yeah. I’m better when I’m drunk, though.”

He held out his hand for the empty cup, moving to fill it up again, his grin never faltering. “Let’s go kick their asses.”

That was the beginning of your friendship with Kirishima. What had started as a crush on the red-haired man had turned into a companionship that you couldn’t ever see yourself without. That was why you never said a word about how you really felt.

As cliché as it was, you didn’t know how you’d survived without the guy. He was nothing short of amazing. He was a great listener, and he gave good advice. He was always there when you needed him, bringing you soup when you were sick, going on late-night snack runs when you were up all night studying for exams, showing up with chocolate and tampons when it was your time of the month.

Shinsou had always done those things for you, but he was spending a lot of time with his boyfriend now. You weren’t upset about it though, you thought they were the cutest and you didn’t want to third wheel their time together, so you hung out with Kirishima and Bakugou a lot more often.

As Kaminari had told you on that first day, Bakugou truly wasn’t a bad guy. His attitude got on your nerves though, and you envisioned punching him in the face at least four times a day, but you didn’t dislike him. He and Kirishima were best friends, so he was a part of the package, and you learned to deal with him.

So it was a no-brainer when Kirishima and Bakugou approached you and asked if you wanted to get an apartment with them once you’d graduated. With the three of you living together, you were able to afford a nicer apartment than you’d ever dreamed of having that was in a central location and only a few train stops away from where your respective jobs were located.

Things were going well, and you’d done a decent job of keeping your true feelings for Kirishima to yourself. It helped that he’d never dated anyone, and you were free to lust after him quietly, under the impression that no one had caught on to how you really felt, perfectly content to continue as you had been since the day you’d met him.

The only wrench in your plans of quiet pining was Mina Ashido.

Mina was awesome, and you loved her to pieces. She was one of the only other females in your friend group and had been around since you’d gotten closer to the boys in the frat that first year of college. She was the perfect person to go to when you needed some self-care nights, always down to put on a face mask and paint your nails, and she was the best shopping partner.

However, you were thoroughly convinced that Kirishima liked her.

You’d noticed, as far back as your freshman year, how they always gravitated towards each other in social settings. Mina was always one of the last ones to leave when you went out back then, always the one Kirishima threw his arm around when you walked back to campus from the bar.

It was part of the reason you’d become close with Bakugou in the first place. Whenever Kiri was with Mina, you always sidled up to the explosive blonde, teasing him to distract yourself from the way your heart was squeezing in your chest.

Neither of them had ever mentioned having more than just a platonic, friendly relationship with each other, but you couldn’t shake the feeling you got whenever you saw them together.

It’s called jealousy, you idiot.

You had nothing to be jealous about though. Kirishima was your friend, and that’s all he would ever be.

Things had been going well, at least that’s what you’d thought. And then this morning had happened.

It was Saturday, which was your normal grocery shopping day. You and Bakugou had taken on the burden of shopping for groceries for the apartment. You’d allowed Kirishima to go once and he came home with more junk food than should be allowed in one cart, and half of the things on the list you’d given him missing, and more protein powder than should be legally allowed.

Bakugou had worked out a system and your grocery shopping trips were like a well-oiled machine that took no longer than an hour out of your day, and you were grateful for your grumpy friend and his penchant for being overly organized.

You finished getting dressed, ready to get this over with so you could use the rest of the day to play video games and be generally lazy. Walking into the living room, you stopped in your tracks to see your roommates glaring at each other, which was normal for one of them, and uncharacteristic for the other.

“Everything okay?” Your eyes darted between the two men, taking in Kirishima’s stiff posture and clenched jaw.

“Fine. I’m going shopping alone today.” Bakugou grunted, turning away from his best friend.

Puzzled, you frowned. “What? Why?”

Bakugou stopped in the doorway, turning to face the both of you, looking thoroughly fed up. He lifted his hand and pointed. “The two of you are making me want to commit myself. I’ve been dealing with this shit for years, and it ends today. You’re in love with each other. Figure your shit out and fuck already. I’ll be out for the rest of the day.”

You gaped after him as he turned again, giving you both the middle finger over his shoulder as he left, the door slamming shut behind him.

And that brings us up to speed.

“Are we really this stupid?” You asked, shutting your eyes and leaning your head back.

Kirishima sighed. “This doesn’t make any sense. Since when?”

Snorting, you flopped down on the couch, rubbing at your face tiredly. “Truthfully? Since the moment we met.” You guessed the cat was out of the bag, so you might as well tell him everything. “In the kitchen at the frat house.”

“When you came over to work on that project with Denki?” His eyebrows furrowed, an adorably confused look on his face. “Are you telling me I’ve been pushing you at Bakugou for nearly 5 years for no reason?”

“Yeah, you could stop doing that at any time and I would appreciate it. Unless you want me to strangle him to death.”

Kirishima flopped down on the other end of the couch, his shoulders slumping in defeat. “I’ve liked you just as long, you know? I saw you sitting in our kitchen and I thought I was going to throw up.”

“If that was supposed to make me feel good about myself then you’ve failed miserably.”

“No! I just mean, the butterflies-” He groaned. “Shut up and let me get this out okay?”

Smirking at him, you turned your body, leaning against the back of the couch. “Okay, sorry, keep going.”

Taking a deep breath, he continued, red eyes trained on your face. “Do you remember the frat party?”

“Which one?”

“That first one, when you chugged that beer in front of me and then helped me kick Bakugou’s ass at beer pong?” He waited for you to nod before he spoke again. “I’d never felt so enamored with anyone in my entire life.” Kirishima let his gaze fall to his hands. “You were so awesome and funny and beautiful and you kept up with my friends and their dumbass antics like a pro and I just...I couldn’t believe you were real. I just kept telling myself that you would never be into someone like me, so I decided that if we could be friends for life then that would be enough.”

“Ei…” You trailed off, frowning. You’d always known he tended to get down on himself. You and Bakugou had done your best to convince him he was worth much more than he let himself believe, but sometimes he needed a reminder.

“I know, I know. I don’t feel that way anymore, but at the time I did.” His hair was down, tied back in a loose bun, bits of his fringe falling in his eyes. He pushed a piece of it behind his ear and kept going. “So I tried to keep my distance, kept on hanging around with Mina, tried not to think about how much I wanted to be with you. She kept telling me I needed to tell you, kept rubbing it in that I wasn’t being manly about it. But you were hanging out with Bakugou so much I just figured you liked him and I didn’t want to get in the way.”

Closing your eyes, you let your head fall forward. “I was hanging out with Bakugou because I couldn’t stand seeing you with Mina so much. I was jealous.” Realization hit, and your eyes snapped open. “Mina knew?”

“Yeah, she’s the only one I told.”

“All those times we hung out and she never said a word.” Chuckling, you shook your head. “I told Shinsou. It’s like the only secret he’s ever kept from Kaminari. I threatened to mutilate him beyond all recognition if he mentioned a word to anyone.” You grinned sheepishly at him.

Kirishima huffed a laugh. “You’ve been spending way too much time with Bakugou. Your threats are just as creative as his.”

“Speaking of, I guess he figured it out on his own then.”

Humming, he shrugged. “He was always the smartest one out of all of us.” He looked over at you again. “So, now it’s your turn.”

Raising an eyebrow, you blinked at him. “For what? A heartfelt confession?”

“It’s only fair. I told you how I felt. What did you think when you first met me?”

You felt your ears get hot. “Do you want the truth? Because it’s kind of embarrassing.”

Shifting himself on the couch, he leaned against the arm, tanned forearms resting on his knees. “Oh, this should be good.” He teased, grinning.

“Shut up.” You sighed, preparing yourself for his reaction. “When you walked into the kitchen that day, my first thoughts were...uh...pretty dirty. Like X rated.”

Eyes wide, he stared at you. “Really? How dirty are we talking here?”

You covered your face with your hands, mumbling your answer behind them.

“Sorry, what was that?” He was fucking with you again, you could hear the smirk in his voice, and you were tempted to smack him with a throw pillow.

Taking a deep breath, you moved your hands from your face, looking him right in the eye. “I said, I wanted you to step on me.”

Sputtering, he blinked a few times. “What?”

“I mean, you were this...tank, Eijirou. Like this giant man with gorgeous eyes and a killer smile, with the personality of fucking sunshine and you had these big hands and I wanted you to wrap them around my throat and-”

“Whoa whoa whoa, seriously?” His cheeks were as red as his hair, his hands flailing as he stopped your tirade. “You wanted me to…?

Nodding solemnly, you looked him dead in the eyes. “Yes, and I’ve thought about that like every day since then.”

“I am learning things about you today that I never even imagined.” Blowing a breath out he slumped back, looking shook.

You hurried on, wanting him to know it was more than that. “I mean, after that I got to know you and I love everything about you, Ei. I just, you’re such a good person, better than I could ever be. You care about everyone and you’re always there for me, for all of us, whenever we need you. You’re strong and funny and brave. I always know that I can rely on you.” Sniffling, you couldn’t help the emotions bubbling to the surface.

“But you also want me to step on you.” He was grinning, his eyes a little wet, too.

Wiping at your eyes with your fingers, you chuckled. “Yes, exactly.”

Sighing, he leaned forward, grabbing your arm and tugging. “Come here.”

Crawling across the couch, you laid down between his parted legs, your head resting on his chest. He wrapped his giant arms around you and kissed the top of your head.

“Now what?” You asked, realizing you were afraid of the answer. What happened now?

He hummed, and you heard the sound vibrate through his chest. “I was going to suggest a nap, but now I keep thinking about what you said…”

You lifted up to ask what he meant, shifting your body and freezing when you felt something hard brush against your thigh. Eyes meeting his, you bit your lip at the look on his face, feeling a blush creep over your face and down your neck. “Yeah?”

“I figured we can do things out of order a little bit, right? I’m going to take you on a real date and court you properly, like a gentleman and all that, but right now all I can think about is, well…” He sat up, grabbing you around the waist and lifting you like it was nothing, until you were sitting properly on his lap, straddling his hips. When he was satisfied, his hand moved to your throat, putting the smallest amount of pressure on the sides of your neck with his calloused fingertips.

The moan that tore from your throat was low and quiet, but he heard it, muttering a curse under his breath as you became nearly boneless in his lap. “Eijriou.” You managed, licking your lips and gazing at him through half-closed eyes, your blood pounding in your ears.

It was ridiculous how turned on you were in that moment, and he’d barely done a thing. You felt his cock twitch beneath you, and you couldn’t help but grind down on him, the small amount of friction making you shiver.

Suddenly he was guiding you towards him, your noses bumping and breath mingling as he held you in place, his lips just out of your reach. “You don’t know how much I’ve always wanted you, Y/N.”

Letting your eyes slide closed, you ran your hands up his muscled arms and rested them on his shoulders to keep yourself upright. You were tired of waiting, of keeping yourself from what you wanted. “Show me.”

If you were to die right here on this couch it would have all been worth it. The feeling of his lips on yours, the way he ran his thumb lightly over your throat as he kissed you, had your eyes rolling back in their sockets. You couldn’t get enough of the taste of him, of the feeling of his hard body beneath your fingertips. He was careful with his sharp teeth, tugging at your bottom lip lightly, your tongues sliding together as he rolled his hips against yours.

You pulled back for air finally, taking in his kiss bruised lips and dilated pupils. Reaching down, you tore your shirt over your head, tossing it across the room, never breaking eye contact. You watched his gaze fall to your heaving chest as he worried at his bottom lip for a moment, obviously lost in thought.

Before you could ask him what he was thinking about, he’d shifted again so that his feet were on the floor. Kirishima lifted you off his lap and put you on your feet in front of him, hands moving to your waist, fingers slipping into the elastic of the leggings you were wearing. He pressed his face to your bare stomach, kissing your skin as he worked your pants down your thighs, slipping them past your knees. You played with his hair, moaning softly as he kissed along your hip.

When he sat back you stepped out of your leggings, feeling exposed. You forgot how to be awkward when he was looking at you like that, hungry and wanting. Stepping forward, you pouted. “Why am I the only one half-naked?”

Chuckling, he pulled his shirt off, and you sucked in a breath, trying to wrap your head around the fact that this man, with a chiseled and perfect body like a Greek god, wanted you.

You didn’t even have time to admire him, because he was moving again, pulling you closer by your thighs, sharp teeth hooking into the front of your panties and dragging them down. Tugging the tie out of his hair, you slid it on your wrist, letting your fingers card through his red locks. He let his hands do the rest of the work until the offending garment was tangled around your ankles.

Pushing him away gently, you watched him settle back on the couch, red eyes gazing at you as you reached back to unclasp your bra, letting it fall to the floor, finally fully exposed to him. Kirishima sucked in a breath, blinking a few times in disbelief. “God, you’re so beautiful.”

You kicked your panties to the side, moving to kneel in front of him, reaching up to grasp the top of his grey sweats, mouth-watering when you started to tug them down. Kirishima was huge everywhere else, so the size of his cock was of no surprise to you. He was massive, long, and girthy, and you couldn’t wait to feel him inside you, stuffing you full.

Rubbing your thighs together for some relief, you left his sweats around his ankles, leaning forward and grasping his cock in your hand. It was almost comical how small your hands looked compared to it. Your eyes locked with his as you licked a long stripe up the shaft, tracing along the prominent vein on the underside, and lapping at the precum dripping from the head.

Kirishima’s head fell back to rest on the cushion behind him, his fingers tangling in your hair as you took him into your mouth. Your jaw ached almost immediately as you did your best to swallow all of him down, willing your throat to relax. You’d spent so long thinking about how he would taste and sound as you sucked his soul out through his dick, you were going to make the most out of this moment.

His breathy pants filled the room, along with the obscene slurping sounds of your mouth around his cock. Gripping your hair and tugging lightly, you could tell he was holding back, his thighs shaking with the effort to keep from fucking up into your face. You pulled off, opening your mouth to let him know he could wreck you however he wanted, but he had other plans.

“Come up here, baby.”

The pet name sent shivers through you as you stood up, straddling his lap, his cock pressed up against his stomach. His thumb brushed over your lips, wiping away the spit and pre that spilled down your chin. Cradling your face in his large palm, he pulled you forward and kissed you deeply, his free hand sliding between your bodies. Thick fingers parted your folds, and you lifted up on your knees to give him better access. You moaned into his mouth as he brushed over your clit, gathering the dripping wetness of your cunt along his digits and sliding one finger inside your hole.

You clenched around him, breaking the kiss and keening loudly, your hips involuntarily bucking against his hand. His finger pumped in and out, curling slightly and pressing against your inner walls, stretching you. Gripping your hip with his other hand, he kissed his way down your jaw to your neck and chest, tongue flicking out over your nipple, hot breath ghosting over your skin with a chuckle when you grabbed his head and pulled him towards you.

One finger turned to two and then three as you rocked and mewled in pleasure, his thumb finding your clit again and pressing against the bundle of nerves, whispered praises reaching your ears as he sucked and bit at your breasts. You were on the edge, wanting to fall over and drown in him, needing to cum all over his fingers and then again on his cock, wanting nothing more than to feel this way forever.

“Ei I’m gonna…” You panted, unable to form the words.

Grunting, he moved his fingers faster, pressing his thumb in a little harder, his words of praise streaming steadily, telling you how good you were, how pretty you looked. Eyes rolling back, your body tensed, a moan in the sound of his name leaving your lips as you shook, cumming harder than you ever had in your life.

You were still clenching when he pulled his fingers out of you, his hand slick with release as he tugged on his cock and lined it up with your entrance, your body mourning the loss for mere seconds before he was filling you again. The slick glide of your arousal had you taking nearly all of him, the two of you groaning in tandem at the feeling. Gripping his shoulders, you lifted slightly, slamming your hips back down and taking him to the hilt. The stretch was just on the edge of painful, but his thick digits had stretched you just enough that the pleasure superseded any discomfort.

Still trying to gather yourself after your orgasm, you took a moment to breathe, studying his face, your gaze tracing over the scar on his eyelid, and his dark lashes fanning over his cheeks. An hour ago you never could have imagined you’d be here, panting shakily, drenched in sweat and skin to skin with your best friend and roommate.

Clenching around him, you held his shoulders, rocking forward and lifting yourself slightly. Kirishima gripped your hips, fucking up into you in a steady rhythm, his lips finding yours once again to swallow the panting moans leaving you. You bounced on his cock, relishing the feeling as he kissed down your neck, his fingertips digging into your flesh, sure to leave bruises for you to admire the next day.

You weren’t sure how much time had passed, but it didn’t even matter. Just being this close to him, feeling him filling you so completely after wanting him for so long, it could have been minutes and you’d be happy. Knowing he felt for you as strongly as you felt for him was enough.

His fingers trailed along your front and dipped in between your bodies to rub your clit again, and you felt the pleasure race down your spine, coil tightening again and ready to break. “Oh fuck, Eijirou!”

Growling, he grunted your name as his hips snapped up to meet yours, chasing his release. “I love you, Y/N.”

His words tipped you over again, your breath catching as you came, the wet sounds of his cock plunging into you increasing as you gushed around him. You buried your face in the crook of his neck, completely spent. You held onto him as he slammed into you a few more times, rhythm faltering and hips stuttering until he was filling you up with a loud groan.

Collapsing back onto the couch, he held you to his chest, the two of you gasping for air. It was quiet for a few minutes as he rubbed his palm along your back comfortingly. You felt relaxed and sated, a pleased smile making its way to your face when you thought about what he’d said.

“Hey, Ei?” You pulled back slightly to look at him, giggling when he peeked one eye open to gaze at you.

“You okay?”

“Mm. I just wanted to tell you that I love you, too.”

He looked sheepish, opening both eyes and biting his lip. “I didn’t mean to tell you like that. I wanted it to be romantic.”

“That was plenty romantic, Eijirou.” Rolling your eyes fondly, you shifted in his lap. “I’m just happy to hear you say it.”

“Man, we did this all wrong. I should have at least taken you to dinner first. This is so unmanly of me, I just couldn’t help it.” He frowned. “I’m sorry-”

“You’re too good sometimes, Ei. I’m not complaining, am I?” You raised an eyebrow. “We should go get cleaned up before Bakugou comes home and finds out we fucked on the couch.”

“Please don’t talk about Bakugou while you’re sitting on my dick.” He made a face that caused you to bust into gasping laughter.

“Oh my god, I can’t.” You wheezed. “You’re ridiculous.” You moved to get up and he stopped you.

With a serious look on his face, he pushed your hair away from your face, his hand lingering near your ear. “I do love you though, Y/N. And I’m glad we finally got here. I didn’t think we ever would.”

Expression softening, you leaned into his palm, smiling at him. “Me too.”

Maybe if you had just told him how you felt all those years ago, you would have been able to have this sooner. But you promised yourself that you wouldn’t dwell on the past, deciding to focus on the future, because you knew it would be filled with more moments with him just like this.

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Your writings? Chefs kiss. Immaculate. Brain on immediate brrrr mode.

Okay, so what about this. The reader has been meaning to try out this new toy that Dream bought, but he's always been busy so they decide to use it on themselves. He catches them and tells them to keep going so he could watch, but when they finally get close to their climax, he leans over and flips a switch or pulls out a remote they didn't see and it starts vibrating.

I mean, possibly? 👀

-🃏Anon

....I like the way you think friend >:) I’m not gonna lie, I actually did research for this, don’t judge me please. Enjoy~!

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You stared at the toy in your hand and then back to the door to yours and Dream’s bedroom. Your lovely boyfriend had bought you this toy some time ago, but between his streams, running his server, and the many collabs he lined up, there hadn’t been much time for the two of you. You sighed heavily hearing Dream scream in the other room; guess you were on your own.

You had already pulled your shorts and underwear off, letting your mind drift to all the different things you wanted to do with Dream once you finally got him alone. Your fingers danced across your sex, pulling soft pleasured noises from your throat. You pulled the lube from the bedside table, coating two of your fingers before teasing one inside.

You let out a louder whine, fantasies playing out in your head until you were worked up enough to add your second digit. Your daydream was edging closer to realistic than you imagined, because you felt yourself close to cumming before you knew it. You pulled your fingers free to spread lube along the toy Dream had bought for you before starting to let it slip inside.

It was a little thicker than your boyfriend, filling you more than you had initially imagined. You were so wrapped up in getting the toy as far as it could go, you didn’t even hear Dream peek in on you. He smirked, leaning against the door frame as he watched you start slowly pumping the toy in and out of yourself.

“Looks like you’re having fun,” he mumbles. The sound startles you, gaze ripped from where you had been watching to meet his darkening eyes. “And all without me. What a shame baby.”

You whine, thinking you’re going to get punished, but Dream doesn’t move from his spot. “Am I in trouble?” you ask meekly, starting to pull the toy from your eager hole.

“You will be if you don’t keep going,” he says, voice laced with lust and sternness. You moan at his words, pushing the thing back into yourself as you start fucking yourself with earnest. Dark green eyes watch you the entire time, sometimes directing you on how to touch yourself while the toy did it’s job.

It’s only when he notices the telltale signs of you getting close does he reach into his hoodie pocket. A soft click can be heard before the toy in your hole starts to vibrate, sending your pleasure skyrocketing. You’re cumming before you can stop yourself, hips and back arching off the bed.

As you fall back to the mattress, the vibrations stop, your harsh panting the only noise filling the room. With your eyes closed, you don’t notice Dream approach you and press a kiss to your head. “Next time? Let me know you need me. I’ll make time for you.”

#bat writes #anon reqs #🃏 anon #dreamwastaken smut #mcyt x reader #dreamwastaken x reader #mcyt smut

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pasdasin · 2 years ago

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Ktober day two - titfucking - Mista x reader

an: sorry for the late post lol. this is a collab made with my two irls @fuckmachine42069 and @honeybeedrabble

cw: cussing, oral (m! receiving), mista being smelly, boobjob, prob more

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“C’mon babina! It’s been two weeks since we last saw each other.” Mista complained, causing you to roll your eyes at his behavior. It really had been two weeks since Mista was called out to a job by Giorno, leaving you in your shared apartment all alone. As Mista’s long term girlfriend of however many years at this point, you were used to the lonely days and nights that came with his job.

“Its not that I dont want to Mista! It’s just I’m on my period,” you rolled your eyes at his eagerness to get into your pants.

“So?” You turned to face him and playfully hit his chest. You giggled at his directness and place a small kiss on his cheek. “Can a man not miss his incredibly sexy girlfriend.”

“Yeah, you can. Now eat dinner with me first, and shower. You stink.” He grumbled some words of disagreement before heading off to the bathroom. I do all this housewife work at a girlfriend’s salary. You rolled your eyes at the thought before settling down on the couch. Turning on a random movie, you sipped on a glass of wine while trying to ignore the growing pit in your stomach. Mista always had such a way of turning you on ever since you met him. Maybe it was his perfectly toned body, his silly behavior, or maybe it the fact you knew what was hiding in those atrocious tiger striped pants.

The sounds of the shower finally died down and the click of the door alerted you to the sight of your boyfriend, in just a towel wrapped around his waist. Fuck.

“That’s so not fair! You got all sexy on purpose” you complained as he chuckled, walking over to the couch. His short, curly hair made a rare appearance, causing butterflies to appear in your stomach. It was rare he even showed you his hair, it being a source of insecurity for a long time.

“Oh so now I’m sexy when im wet and naked”

“You think I am so yeah.” He sat down next to you and spread his legs out wide on the couch. “You really think this is gonna turn me on?”

“I already know you are bambina” He turned to face you. “Just waiting for you to crack.” He grabbed your wine glass and took a sip before making a face. “You always drink the shitty stuff”

You let out a huff and turned your attention back to the tv. If Mista wanted to play, you can play. You tried your best to pay attention to the movie, but Mista wasn’t having it. He was trying to get you to crack, and honestly it was working. His rough hand grazed your hip and he turned to “crack his back” but in reality he was actually trying to whisper all the things he was gonna do to you once your period ended. You were ignoring him pretty well until he “fell over” and his head landed in your neck. His hot breath and the fact you were so turned on finally won.

“Mista I swear to god if you don’t-” Before you could finish his lips landed on yours. He kissed you harshly, biting your lower lip, drawing a small moan from you. His tongue swiped into your mouth and he pushed to kiss deeper. He pulled away from you, and removed your shirt and bra.

“Fuck, y/n - you make me so hard” Your eyes scanned down his body to the tent in the towel. You looked back up at him before moving off the couch and onto the floor, between his legs. You unraveled his towel and grabbed his cock in your hands. Mista was about average length, but by god, his girth was incomparable to anyone you had ever been with before.

You gave him a few pumps before licking a long stripe up his cock. He threw his head back and gripped your hair and you enclosed his tip with your mouth. You hummed as you licked his tip and started to bob your head at a slow pace, teasing him as pay back.

“Please, don’t tease” you looked up at him innocently as you worked your way down his cock. Your eyes watered as you hit the back of your throat and gagged slightly on him. He gripped your hair tighter and bucked up into your mouth at the sensation.

Drool was coming out of your mouth and hit the base of his cock. He was slowly looking himself in your mouth and started to feel an all too familiar feeling. He pulled out of your mouth and you looked up at him confused.

“Your tits. I want to fuck them.” He almost demanded at you. You looked up at him, wid eyed and trying to catch your breath. After a moment, you moved to position Mista’s cock inbetween your breast, and pushed them together tight. He moved your head so your mouth was hovering his tip, and started to thrust up and into your mouth. Mista was moaning at the sight and sensation. His cock was lubbed up by your spit, so the sounds of his cock between your tits and the gagging as he hit your throat was easier than he expected.

“Fuck I’m close” He muttered, thrusting up harder. You also pushed your tits together tighter, causing him to get sloppy. “Fuck - y/n” Mista moaned out as he came up at your mouth. His cum overspilled from the sides of your mouth and dripped down onto your tits. Slowly he pulled away from you and looked at you. Your makeup was messed up, his cum covered your upper half and you looked so dazed. He cupped your cheek before pulling out his phone and taking a quick picture of you.

“Bambina you did so well” He pressed a kiss to the top of your head, lending you the towel so you could clean yourself off. “Once your period is done, I’ll return the favor.” You smiled at him and slowly stood up.

“Let’s eat”

#mista x reader #mista guido #jjba #jojo's bizarre adventure #jojo no kimyou na bouken #jjba part 5 #vento aureo #guido mista x reader #kinktober

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jadequeen88 · 4 years ago

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Smart Girls Make Fast Learners

NSFW 18+ ONLY. MINORS WILL BE BLOCKED!

My contribution to the BNHarem’s monthly collab. The theme was SEx work. ⛓This piece is a first real deep dive into darker themes and was actually really, really exciting to write. 🖤 A massive thanks to my dear friend @libiraki for beta reading this.

TW: yandere behavior, toxic relationship, degradation, non-con, dub-con, degradation/praise kinks, mind break, oral (M and F receiving), over stim, loss of virginity, mentions of physical violence.

DISCLAIMER: I do not condone this type of relationship. This is a work of fiction and if this happens IRL please get out of the relationship!

There is a very specific type of dread that occurs when you discover that the person you built your world around has been lying to you. Tamaki Amajiki was experiencing this brand of betrayal for the first time in his twenty-one years on a rainy Tuesday in October in the dim lighting of your dorm room. His grip tightened around the open laptop as he stared at glimpses of flesh in the thumbnails of the many, many videos posted to the site. Previous live streams with thousands of views. He gulped down the bile in his throat as he scrolled through the videos. His shock and disgust morphed into a pure rage as he counted up the live streams that you’d had since first kissing him. 12. There had been twelve. Three times a week for the past four weeks.

Those big doe eyes that looked into his eyes as you tentatively licked the tip of his cock for the first time… mere hours later they were rolling in the back of your head as you got off for strangers on the internet. He couldn’t take it. You were his first… everything… he knew that you hadn’t been innocent in your past. The way your tongue expertly wound around his when you first kissed him amongst your plush pillows and goose-down comforter reminded him of the fact. The low violet LED lighting of your bedroom made him feel like the two of you were in your own ethereal world. He could forgive you for not waiting for him as he’d waited for you.

For the past four years, he kept to the shadows. He was there when the football player from freshman year cheated on you with one of your terrible friends (and when it happened the second, third, fourth time). He was there to binge your favorite shows with you (“*insert current guy you were fucking* just doesn’t get it, he’s not into it. I’m so glad I’ve got you to watch it with!”) He bit back the heartache that would wash over him when you’d pet him and coo over him… you didn’t see him as a man. He wanted to bend you over and prove he could fuck your brains out. He KNOWS he’d be perfect for you. But he never rejected the attention. He smiled and accepted whatever crumbs fell from your table. Whether it be helping you study or letting you complain about your shitty friends or your shitty jock boyfriends or your shitty parents… He gave and gave and gave… until that one day, 35 days ago to be exact, a shift in the tide occurred.

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“So why don’t you have a girlfriend, Tama-kun?”

“Wh-wha?”

Tamaki dropped the pencil he’d been using and before he could bend to get it himself, your hand was on his thigh and he was putty in your grasp. You giggled and cooed over him like you always did, but this time you did it while assaulting his mouth and neck with your skilled tongue. This time, for the first time, you made Tamaki feel like a man. Like YOUR man.

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Over the next few weeks, Tamaki had become quite skilled in pleasing a woman. It only took a little guidance to have him sucking at your clit with just the right amount of pressure. He learned on his own how to couple that with his long, delicate fingers twisting and pumping in and out of your slick hole. You’d cling to his silky hair, pulling him closer as a constant stream of praise tumbled from your lips:

“No one has ever made me feel this good.”

“Your fingers are perfect Tama-kun”.

“I love your mouth on me so much, baby.”

The first time you came on his face, Tamaki knew there was a god because he’d found heaven between your thighs.

But that was gone now… ripped away with one mouse click on the night he was going to finally give you his virginity. He had held on to it like it was a treasure. A treasure he’d present to you one day wrapped up in life-long devotion and worship... But Tamaki wasn’t in heaven anymore. He wasn’t going to worship you tonight. For the first time since laying eyes on you, Tamaki wanted to hurt you.

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You turned the shower off and dried yourself. Wiping the condensation from the mirror, you couldn’t help but smile at your reflection. You felt like this was going to be the first time giving your body to someone. Tonight was a redo. You were wiping the slate clean. Your first time would no longer be underneath the football captain in the passenger seat of his truck, left feeling sore and unsatisfied. It was going to be with the guy you should have noticed long ago. It would be soft and slow… passionate and filled with sweet words and caresses… limbs tangled in soft sheets that smell like lavender and vanilla.

You applied your lotion and moisturized your face. The red lace adorning your body was arranged perfectly, accentuating the soft swell of your hips and chest. With one last glance in the mirror and adjustment of your bra, you opened the door to the cool air of your dorm room…

...And saw Tamaki looking murderous.

His eyes slowly left the screen to meet your gaze. His tear-stained face had never looked this harsh. His normally sweet eyes were narrowed and red from crying. The sweet lips you’d licked and sucked with such tenderness were hard and cold as they pulled upward in a grimace.

The only thing he said before rising from the bed and setting aside your laptop was your camgirl username. Then he was on you before you could draw a breath to explain.

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Tamaki always thought he liked you best on top of him showering him with kisses and threading your fingers through his hair, but he had to admit… having your arms tied to a bed frame with the silky sash of your bathrobe cutting into your skin was doing things to him. When you sniffled, face stained with tears and snot, his dick twitched in his boxers. The whines you were choking back behind the silky red panties stuffed down your throat sent chills up his spine. You had to learn the hard way not to spit them out after a harsh slap echoed against your skin when you fought back the first time.

Tamaki stood back to survey the mess of skin, spit, and tears for a moment. You were a blank canvas for him to mark up with his rage and lust. You tried to hide away your bare pussy by clenching your thighs together. It only spurred him on.

“Do you have any clue what you’ve done?” he hovered over you, sleek muscles rippling over your own soft body, “I waited, and waited, and WAITED,” he bit down on the side of your exposed neck and you screamed behind the silky gag, trying your best not to expel it from your mouth and receive more punishment.

“I want to give you everything, Y/N,” he licks over the bite, almost apologetically, “I don’t want to hurt you. I didn’t want it to happen like this… FUCK, why?! Why did you ruin this?” his long fingers dug into your cheeks as he forced you to meet his fiery gaze. You couldn’t help whimpering and sniffling back more clear runny snot. You were so humiliated at how disheveled and disgusting you must look. His head ducked into the soft spot between your neck and shoulder and you felt him sob.

Despite the abuse he’d inflicted upon you in the last ten minutes, you nuzzled your cheek into the top of his head in an attempt to comfort him. And he let you… he hated himself for it and he hated you for making this all so hard for him.

“No… no, no, no,” he rose from the bed to set up your ring-light and laptop, ice running through your veins at the sight. Your mind couldn’t accept what was about to happen.

“I’m... I’m not letting you get away with this,” he shook his head and pulled at his hair as he finished setting everything up, “If you’re insisting on being a slut, you’ll be MY slut. And everyone will know…” he jerked your ankle to force you flat on your back.

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Maybe if he’d let the gag out of your mouth, you’d be able to tell him this was just a job to you. That it was clinical… that he was the only one who had ever been able to get you off, that his face was the only one you’d come on… that you needed the money since your parents had disowned you…

But you only laid there, accepting whatever he was going to dish out. You knew he was hurt. You weren’t stupid. You overlooked him while knowing how he felt about you. It took years of horrible one-night stands and countless frat parties pretending that whatever guy you’d picked that night was interesting for you to come to your senses. You hated yourself for being so blind for so long… You adored Tamaki, truly. And you hated yourself for all the times you’d hurt him… so you swallowed your fear and tried to prepare yourself for whatever came next.

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Any soft parts of Tamaki that you’d grown to love were gone, hardened by heartache and desperation. After angling the laptop to get the perfect shot, he started the live stream countdown. Subscribers started trickling in, commenting on how this was a pleasant surprise since it wasn’t one of your regularly scheduled streams. You shut your eyes to pretend this wasn’t real.

Without fanfare or warning, Tamaki ripped apart your thighs, exposing your bare slit. A raw shrill was pulled from your lungs, your back arching from the sting of an abrupt slap. Neurons fired off in your brain… were you in pain? Was it pleasure?

“Since my girlfriend likes to keep secrets from me, I can’t trust what comes out of her whore mouth,” he emphasized his point by stuffing his fingers past your lips, pushing the soaked silk further into your throat, “So she’s going to keep this gag right here until I can fuck the truth out of her,” he trailed his fingers along your reddened folds. Were you getting wet? Horror and shame blossomed in your chest. The fact that you were growing aroused wasn’t lost on Tamaki. His foreign, sadistic grin was back… aimed directly into your soul.

“So that’s what you like, huh?” His nails bit into your thighs leaving tiny crescents behind, “I’ve been too nice? Too soft?” He pushed your thighs impossibly wide, the stretch causing you to moan. He hovered over your core, onyx orbs blown wide with a mix of hate and lust. Tamaki looked like the devil himself and you wondered just how fucked up you were for wanting his punishment.

He opened his mouth and lolled out his tongue, never severing the desperate gaze you both shared, his intertwined with hunger, yours with fear. You’d never noticed how long and thick his tongue was and couldn’t help but wonder how it would feel caressing every ridge and crevice of your inner walls. He flattened the warm, wet muscle and pressed it along your slit. As he slowly slid it closer and closer to your burning clit, you whimpered and bucked your hips chasing the pleasure you knew he was capable of giving… but this was not your sweet boy and he wasn’t doing any of this for your pleasure.

He slung his arm over your lower stomach and growled into your drenched lips. You were pinned down, helpless against his torturous tongue. Fresh tears pricked at your eyes as you remembered how he’d let you pet him and buck into his face, how sweetly he’d ease you into a gentle release. Not this time… it was all teeth and sharp sucks, his tongue forcing you open violently. You were being shoved over a cliff and despite the horror and violence of what was happening to you. You were approaching an orgasmic state at record speed. Tamaki caught on and doubled down. The arm that wasn’t pinning you into the mattress pulled your leg down straight, your knee in a death grip. The new angle made the sensations even more intense. His face pressed harder into your core and you noticed that at some point, he’d started weeping, small sobs vibrating against your skin. The overwhelming mix of emotions and the vigor in which he was eating you shoved you over the edge.

He kept going along at the same speed with the same determination through your orgasm until it became painful. You pushed past it as best you could, allowing him to sob into your over-sensitive skin until he had his fill. As the pain started intermingling with pleasure, your legs shook and the gag couldn’t hold your screams back any longer. You released against his tongue once more, both of you sobbing. He laid against your thigh for what felt like an eternity before he lifted himself to lay on top of you, his hip bones digging into your soft thighs. You could feel the bulge through the thin material of his boxer briefs. Your hips rose to meet it, a pleading gesture filled with the desire to comfort and please him. Your eagerness encourages his mercy, there’s a meek cry that leaves your lips when the damp silk slips from between your teeth.

“Please baby… I’m so, so sorry I didn’t tell you…” your voice was as weak as a kitten’s cry and Tamaki couldn’t deny it made his heart (his dick) clench.

“Say it…” his lips were close enough to kiss, but you resisted… fearful of what he’d do if you did.

“Say what, Tama?” your eyes were wide with concern and confusion. You were desperate to please him.

He turned your face to the camera that you’d forgotten was there and the gravity of the situation crashed around you again. New tears leaked from your stinging eyes as Tamaki whispered into your ear.

“Say that you’re a lying whore…”

“I..I’m a lying whore…”

The last syllable broke as your abused throat grew accustomed to speaking again. He rewarded you with a soft kiss to your cheek and your eyes closed at the tender gesture. The familiar pain in your chest welled to the surface causing even more tears to escape.

“And tell everyone that you’re my own personal slut”

You repeated the phrase to the audience behind the screen and he hummed with approval, trailing one finger along your wet cheek.

“Good girl…” the praise sent shivers through your wrecked body.

“And tell them from now on, your boyfriend will be the only one making you come… that they only get to see you be HIS slut.”

You noticed the chat going absolutely haywire at your announcement. Before Tamaki shut your laptop, you realized you’d made three times as much as you’d ever made before and a twisted sense of accomplishment filled your cloudy mind.

“Please,” your voice came out in a croak, “Please untie me. I wanna make it up to you,” his clothed bulge was burning into your core and you could tell he was close to breaking.

“Please let me make you feel good. I’m so, so sorry,” the clench of your thighs around his waist made him whimper.

He reluctantly pulled away to sit on the foot of the bed. The way he curled in on himself hugging his knees made him appear so small, so fragile… a complete change from the man who’d just manhandled you into restraints.

“You’re a liar…” you almost didn’t hear the whisper, his face buried into his knees.

“Please!” you were losing feeling in your hands and all you wanted was to be free to comfort him.

His eyes met yours and it was your Tamaki again... Your sweet boy… the snarling, green beast that threatened to devour you was sleeping now after it reached its fill of violence. He crawled over your body and released your restraint. Before you even regained feeling in your hands, you wrapped your arms around him. You littered his collarbone with sweet kisses and apologetic sobs. He began to melt into your affectionate gestures and you wrapped your legs around his waist pulling him impossibly close. Wet lips met and your tongues fought against each other for dominance. Hips began to roll against each other, increasing pressure until you both gasped.

The violence was gone, but this was still not a gentle coupling like you’d been planning. Tamaki pulled away and freed his straining cock from his boxers. The skin-to-skin contact made your eyes roll back into your skull. You felt his long fingers grasp your throat, squeezing to remind you just how powerful they were. You shuddered in response, arching upward into his touch, chasing that high his dominance was giving you.

With one swift motion, Tamaki speared you onto his cock. With the minimal prep he’d given you, the stretch was agonizing. This was by far the largest cock you’d ever taken and it stole your breath from your aching lungs. You moaned earning a visceral reaction from the boy on top of you.

Tamaki stayed as still as he could. He refused to come so soon… not when he’d waited so long for this. He tightened his grip on your throat and tentatively rocked his hips into yours. It didn’t take long for it to progress into the most frantic love-making you’d ever experienced.

There was no other way to describe it, he was hate fucking you… biting and sucking your chest until blood bloomed under your skin… hammering into your sore, sticky cunt with total abandon… he was using you like a toy, taking out all his frustrations on your body.

It was ecstasy.

When his hips stuttered as he met his release, the spasms of his tip against your gummy walls sent you into a painful orgasm. You were spent and it seemed like he was too. Your fingers twitched over the crown of his head, wanting to run your fingers through his hair but too scared to initiate any contact with him. As if he could read your mind, he grabbed your hand and placed it on his head. You sighed and began carding through the tangles, gently undoing them. You felt a stream of tears running down your chest as you worked your fingers through his strands. Lifting his face gently, you met his teary gaze with your own.

“Don’t…” he drew in a shuddering breath, “ever lie to me like that again…” the monster behind his eyes stirred quietly, a malicious glint in his eye, before shifting back into your gentle boyfriend.

“Never, I swear to you, baby…” he lets you lift his chin gently to meet your lips. His eyes close and he sighs into your kiss. His muscles relax and when his eyes open again, his warm, adoring expression falls over your face. The hand that wanted to choke the life out of your eyes minutes ago now caresses your jaw tenderly,

“I trust you…” his lips turn up into a grin that’s just a little too wide, “Because you’re a smart girl, aren’t you?” his top lip brushed against your still trembling bottom lip…

“Y-yes…”

You were fucked. This whole situation was fucked up and you weren’t blind to the fact. But as Tamaki nuzzled into your neck placing soft kisses and whispering praises into your skin, you let yourself bask in the gentleness of the moment…

Because you were a smart girl and smart girls learn their lessons quickly...

#bnha #bnha smut #yandere tamaki #tamaki amajiki x reader #tamaki x y/n #tamaki amajiki #tw:dubcon #tw: noncon #tw: injury #tw: toxic relationship #tw: dark themes

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theashemarie · 3 years ago

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First of all, I’m in LOVE with Aftershocks! It’s everything I’ve been looking for in a post-movie fic. Buf I’m super curious about how Aftershocks came to be and how you guys manage to create a cohesive story with such a large group of writers!! How did you even find each other? How does this all work?

omg I'm so glad you're enjoying so much!! :DDD!! Thank you for reaching out to let me/us know! (This got long, so I'm putting part of it behind a read more.)

Okay so for a bit of history the five of us have been friends for years and @katiemonz basically dragged me kicking and screaming into watching Rise a few weeks before the movie came out because she wanted to rewatch it and she knew I would like it. And, basically, I latched onto it super hard super quickly. When this happens, I do the typical special interest thing where I talk about it nonstop and make my other friends watch the stuff I'm obsessed with. First my brother in autism (Ben) @dunkalfredo fell into my trap and soon enough we were off to the races. @octolingkiera and @mcbethins followed shortly thereafter.

The five of us have always been writers in some form or another, so, after we all watched the movie together on premier night, it felt natural to float the idea of a giant collab fic where we each take a POV and run through the aftermath of the movie. I volunteered to post first because I'm the fastest writer out of all of us, with a promised post-date of the next Saturday (a week after the movie dropped) and I got to work. Originally, the fic was supposed to just be five chapters--one from each of us--but the plot line we agreed on turned out to be a lot bigger than we intended, so I got to the end of the first day in my first chapter, looked at the projected two weeks we were supposed to cover, and consulted the council with my worries. I was already 5k words in and there was no way I was going to finish in a timely or concise manner, so we agreed to bump it out to 10 chapters (2 each).

While writing my second chapters, I cracked 10k words and realized that we would need 15 chapters. Everyone agreed.

As to how we wrangle this thing: what I wanted to happen was for everyone to write simultaneously, but that didn't exactly happen. What ended up going down was I did the initial exploratory writing with Mikey's chapters, established a timeline, and wrote the whole thing, and then everyone else kinda used my chapters as a skeleton to hang theirs off of. There's nothing wrong with this and it ended up working out, but it did/does require a lot of cross-referencing from my collaborators, while I was allowed to kinda just write what I wanted. It's a fair tradeoff, I suppose; I had to do a lot of the legwork, so I got to set up the timeline and write to my heart's content.

We brainstormed a lot on Discord, but a lot of it actually happened between Katie and me because we live together. Emotional Trauma Uno actually started as a sort of joke, but then I took it and spun it into a serious recovery ritual. I'm glad that it came into the fic, but it wasn't something we discussed ahead of time and I'm grateful to my collaborators for running with it. I remember the moment when I introduced the poker chips, because originally the Uno games were supposed to be a lot like the one that happens at the beginning of Mikey's third chapter: no chips, just raw vulnerability.

For cohesion: everyone was really good at latching onto small details that were mentioned in other chapters, and we tried to run major character beats past each other. (For example, when Ben wanted to have Mikey use a poker chip on Donnie in his chapter, he made sure to okay it with me so that I could slip a reference to it into my chapter). I also edit every chapter (except Ben's because he's a good noodle) and read everything as a sort of final continuity check.

Even now, as we pump out the final chapters, we're cross-referencing and running things past each other. Kiera's working on a Splinter POV scene and McBethins has made sure to remind her that Raph already had a talk with Splinter; Ben made sure to ask me how many days occurred between events because Donnie is very attuned to the passage of time while the days blended together for Mikey; Katie is closely counting the blue chips the rest of the family has to use on Leo and running checks to make sure she hasn't missed any; when I was writing my chapters, I made sure to explain my thought process for non-Mikey character actions so everyone knew both how Mikey was perceiving their actions and how I was actually picturing them reacting to things.

Quite honestly, I've always wanted to do a giant collab like this, so it's been a LOT of fun! I didn't expect this story to balloon this much, and I certainly didn't expect it to be this fun and easy! Even with the few hiccups we experienced, it was a blast, and I can't wait to collaborate with my friends again!

#ashe talks #aftershocks #rottmnt fanfiction #ask #anon #lads

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bnhabadass · 4 years ago

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Pairing: Shinsou x Reader Genre: Angst with happy ending, NSFW Word Count: 4,049 Synopsis: Shinsou is sick and tired of seeing you go out on all these disappointing Tinder hookups, especially when you always seem to ask him to satisfy you afterwards. But there must be a reason why you keep going on these dates, right? A/N: This is my piece for the bnharem roommates collab. I always forget how much I love writing Shinsou’s character but this definitely brought my spark with him back. Make sure to check out everyone else’s collab pieces on the masterlist!

Another night of tinder swipes. Another night of late night walks through desolate and windy streets. Another night of sleepy dinner and listening to the same old boring stories that every date has to offer. Another night of disappointing sex as he can’t seem to find the hole and his finger nails are sharper than they need to be. Another night of two pump chumps who ask, “does that feel good baby?” and another night of lying through your teeth as you fake moans and count the seconds before you’re allowed to leave.

It’s just like any other Saturday night where your toes are crushed in the tips of your heels and you shiver as you walk back to your apartment, keys clutched between your fingers just in case someone tries to pull something and you need to think quickly. You have your routine ingrained in you, like second nature.

The walk back home is cold and clammy. You can’t shake the feeling of the little hairs on your arms and legs springing up like a cat in shock as the wind pushes right past you. The only thing you could think of to keep yourself from toppling over from exhaustion was the heat that would be coming from your room back home, the fuzzy blanket you’d lie under, and the man awaiting your return to greet you with surprises like no other.

When you did open the front door, heat wafted towards you and your achy muscles began to relax.

“Rough night?” The voice from inside cooed.

“‘Oh baby do you like that?’” you mocked. “‘Does that hurt so good?’”

The person sitting on the sofa with a book covering their face laughed. “Please tell me he did not say that.”

You kicked off your heels and rolled out your ankles. “Shinsou, I swear to god, you have to meet some of these people. This one guy was ridiculous. As I was sucking him off he told me I reminded him of his mother.”

The purple haired young man gagged. “And you still sucked his dick?”

“That’s the best part,” you laughed. “He finished right after he said that.”

Shinsou grimaced. “Why do you keep going on these dates when everyone you end up sleeping with sucks.”

You collapsed on the couch next to him. “I don’t know. Maybe it’s because a certain someone always ends up taking care of me after.” Laying your head in his lap, you smiled up at him.

Shinsou gave you a lazy smirk back. “So that’s it, huh? I actually know how to use my tongue so you’re purposefully coming home unsatisfied.”

“I wouldn’t say purposefully,” you said with a mock offended tone to your words. “If there ever is a man out there who did know how to please me then I can guarantee I wouldn’t be coming home every night I have a date.”

He propped his cheek up against the palm of his hand. “But that hasn’t happened yet, has it.”

You loved this, the flirty and dangerous aroma in the air. It was intoxicating and you craved every bit of it.

“So what are we going to do about it?”

You leaned up and kissed him, and then that kiss led to another. Soon you had gotten up and moved into Shinsou’s bedroom. Your tights had been stripped down and your dress was pulled up over your ass.

Getting onto his elbows and knees, Shinsou readied himself to lick his first stripe along your folds and make you melt beneath him.

The week went by, like usual, and your relationship with Shinsou remained the same, just like usual. You’d each come home from work, him tired from training and patrols and you exhausted with paperwork and having to deal with bothersome coworkers taking up all your spare time.

Nothing happens during the week. The two of you laugh and joke around like best friends, like neither of you have seen each other naked, and you’re sure you’re happy this way. That’s what Shinsou keeps telling himself anyway.

You never seem to notice the way his eyes linger on you for a split second too long or the way he glares at your phone over your shoulder as you swipe left or right on dating apps. You’d think that if he was jealous he would try to distance himself, to back away from the trouble you might get in and the disappointment you’d find after each hookup. But no, Shinsou cares too much about you to let you go out on your own without knowing who, where and how you’re setting yourself up for disappointment.

“Hey Shin,” you call from the couch on Thursday night. You’re lying down with your feet propped up against the arm rest. Shinsou has to move them out of the way before plopping down himself.

“What’s up.” His large palm rubbed up and down your legs as they rested on his lap.

“I think I matched with someone who won’t be horrible in bed.” You showed him your phone, and as he scrolled through his profile you could feel the itchy heat of embarrassment rising to your face.

Shinsou’s heart seemed to stop. His eyes widened when he read the words “pornstar” and “Onlyfans'' in the dude’s bio. Handing your phone back to you, he kept his eyes trained on the floor. “That’s great. He seems like he knows what he’s doing.”

“Yeah.” You took the phone back and resumed looking through his photos. “He messaged me earlier and we have a lot in common too.”

Shinsou nodded. Why did he feel so weird? He knew that not every guy you matched with would be a disappointment. He had been telling that to himself for months now, but watching the nervous smile that crept up your face as you received a new message from this guy made Shinsou want to scream. “I’m gonna go for a run,” he said, lifting up your legs to stand up from the couch.

“Really? It’s dark out. Are you sure you want to go running?” You didn’t look up from your phone.

“Yeah I’ll be fine.”

“Okay, stay safe. Oh! Did you still want to watch a movie tonight?”

Shinsou froze. “Um, maybe not tonight. I’m not sure. I’ll see if I’ve cooled down a bit after my run.”

You looked up from the screen, slightly deterred. “Oh, okay. Have a good run.” You weren’t exactly sure what he meant by that. He hadn’t seemed to be bothered by anything earlier, so why was he acting weird now? You were sure you hadn’t said anything to make him upset and when he told you about his day, he didn’t seem bothered by anything that happened at work.

Rolling over on your side, you continued texting this new guy, a new sense of nervousness clouding your vision.

It’s Saturday night and you’re putting on your makeup. Your hands which have never been shaky before have fucked applying your eyeliner three times now. You’re not sure why you’re so nervous. You’ve met up with guys every weekend for months now. Could it be that this guy is different because he knows what he’s doing? Yeah, that must be it. You’re worried that you won’t be good enough for him, right?

Still, that didn’t seem like that was it. You were so excited talking to him at first. He made you laugh and you wanted to meet up with him so bad, to see his charm in person. But then you showed his profile to Shinsou and things started to feel different, like somehow they were falling apart.

You haven’t spoken to your roommate much in the last couple days. His usual pokes and prods at the men you tend to meet up with were replaced with silence. You haven’t joked around like usual or spent time together unwinding after work, and you were worried. It hadn’t been this distant between you since one of your female friends told you about a guy she knew who was looking for a roommate and the two of you met for the first time.

Since then, you haven't gotten anything but closer. You began your weekly rituals of getting takeout and watching movies and getting drunk after particularly rough days at work. Living with Shinsou was the happiest you have been in a long time. So why did that change?

Stepping out of your bedroom, makeup incomplete and dress unbuttoned, you peered into the living room where Shinsou was working.

He sat shirtless on the couch, legs propped up on the automen with his laptop balanced on his legs. His wild purple hair, which had gotten longer since the two of you met, was loosely tied back with a hair tie. His gray sweatpants were untied and you were sure that if he were to stand up they would ride low on his hips.

As you stared at his profile, you couldn’t help but admire how his chiseled face, adorning a pair of reading glasses, looked so serene as he stared at the work ahead of him. He looked calm, calmer than you’ve seen him in a while, and that made his face more youthful. Shinsou stretched out his arms and you could hear his corded back crack before he went back to typing away.

You ran back into your room and slammed the door. Your face was hot and flushed. Beads of sweat permeated on your temples. How could such a simple act of stretching make you feel so hot and bothered and worked up and oh no. How is it that you were so blind? You were in love with your roommate.

Shit shit shit shit shit.

You paced back and forth, rubbing all of the makeup off of your eyes in the process. You stared at your blackened fingers and rubbed them on your dress, not caring that it would dirty. Thinking back to all the moments you cuddled as “friends” and all the times you would lay together after a disappointing date, you were able to pinpoint each exact moment where your feelings grew.

You sat on your bed and watched as your hands shook. You couldn’t go on this date now. You don’t care about the guy, no matter how good at sex he might claim to be. The entire time, you’d just be wishing you were on a date with Shinsou. Granted, every date you’ve been on, a little part of you has wished it was with Shinsou. Every week you couldn’t wait until it was over so you could be enveloped yet again in his flirty aroma that was so, so addictive.

So that was it, you wouldn’t go on the date and things would go back to normal between the two of you. But would they really? What would you say if he asked why you cancelled? All you wanted were things to go back to the way they were. You wanted to bask in the flirty air and feel Shinsou hold you close and caress every curve of your body with so much love and tenderness.

You stood up and looked at your blotchy face in the mirror. Surrounding your eyes was a mix of black and shimmery gold swarming together. You wiped them off along with the rest of your makeup. You won’t be going out tonight so there’s no point of dolling up.

What am I going to do?

You slid off your dress and slipped into a pair of pajama bottoms and threw on a tank top. The least you could be is comfortable in such a stressful situation.

I can’t act the way I used to, knowing how I feel now.

You may have been an idiot for this, but you decided to face your situation head on. Without doing so, who knows how you wouldn’t go crazy living under the same roof as the man you’re in love with.

You stepped into the living room. Shinsou was still typing away and looking over reports, so you cleared your throat to get his attention.

“Hey, you about to go out?” When you didn’t respond, he looked up and his face fell. “What’s wrong? Why aren’t you dressed?”

You couldn’t look him in the eye. As soon as you heard him speak and the amount of concern in his voice, you just wanted to cry. The sting of acidic tears and mucus welling in the back of your throat made you want to throw up.

“Did something happen?” He took off his reading glasses and scooched over, letting you take a seat beside him.

But you didn’t move, just kept staring at your cold feet against the hardwood floor.

“(Y/n), talk to me.”

You looked up at him and tears began rolling down your face. You felt so pathetic, that you would be crying over love of all things. Love was supposed to be magical, right? Not embarrassing and tear-ridden. “Can you,” you started, but you needed to take a step back when you heard your achy throat cracking as you spoke. “Can you give me a reason not to go?”

Shinsou adjusted himself. He was clearly trying to make out what you were saying. “What? If you don’t want to go then don’t. No one’s forcing you to go on this date.”

You couldn’t help crumble at what he said. If only he knew what you really looked forward to after each date and what you were really thinking about when you were out with these other guys.

Shinsou stood up as you crumbled to the ground and squatted down next to you, wrapping his arms around you. You sunk into his chest and sobbed against him. It felt so unfair that with his arms around you, you felt whole, like you were two pieces of a puzzle.

“Why do you need a reason not to go on this date? Is he pressuring you or something?”

You shook your head against his chest. “I don’t want to go on a date with him.” On one hand, you thought your subtle hints would get through Shinsou’s thick skull, but it seemed as though they were a paper plane trying to penetrate a brick wall.

“So find some other guy.”

Why was he being so dismissive? You didn’t want just some other guy, you wanted Shinsou.

“Look, you’ve found plenty of other dates in the past, just because you don’t want to go out with one guy doesn’t mean it’s the end of the world.” He kept rubbing circles in your back. “Why don’t you call up a past hookup or something?”

You pushed away from him. “How could you say that,” you whispered. “I don’t want to go on a date with one of them.” Your voice began to raise. You had never raised your voice at Shinsou before. “I want to go out with you, you idiot.”

There was a moment where all you could hear were the little noises throughout the apartment like the ticking of the clock in the kitchen or a fly buzzing close by. Then, you slapped a hand over your mouth. You didn’t mean to say that outloud. You didn’t mean to raise your voice or push away from him. But you did blurt it out, and Shinsou looked at you with wide eyes and a slack jaw.

The hair on his arms and the back of his neck raised up like static. He didn’t know what to say. He didn’t know if he should look at you with shock or look away in embarrassment. He was completely and utterly confused.

“Shit,” you whined from behind your hand. “Forget it.” You rubbed the tears under your eyes away and went to stand up. “I’m gonna go to bed.”

“Wait.” Shinsou grabbed your hand before you could fully stand up. You had never realized how small your hands were compared to his until now. “You can’t just say that and then walk away.”

He was right. You sat back down on the ground, his hand still grabbing onto yours, playing with your fingers. “Okay,” you mouthed, knowing you wouldn’t be able to get any sound out if you tried.

“Why do you go on all of these dates?”

You thought about it for a moment. You were never really sure why you bothered hooking up with so many people, but sitting on the ground with him, you had a pretty good idea. “Because we’re roommates.”

“So?”

You kept your eyes on your fingers intertwined with Shinsous. “Because realizing you’re in love with your roommate is shitty, so the least I could do is hope that after an unsatisfying night of sex, you’d be willing to provide.”

He stopped playing with your fingers and instead, squeezed your hand. “And I hated seeing you with these different men so much that any chance you gave me I ate up.”

You blinked once, twice in confusion before meeting Shinsou’s eyes. “You...”

“Mhm,” he nodded.

The heavy weight of tears on your chest finally lifted. You could finally breathe freely. There was silence among you before the two of you burst out laughing. You rested your head on his shoulder as your chests heaved up and down. When you took your head away to look him in the eyes, he leaned in and kissed you. You didn’t hesitate to kiss back and wrap your arms around his neck.

Shinsou dragged your body closer to him, so you were straddling his lap, and weaved his arms around your figure. He was a good kisser, which you already knew, but you had never taken the time to feel his passion until now. Shinsou made sure to tease you with a darting tongue and hands which traveled down your figure and stopped at the base of your hips.

You weaved your hands through his soft hair and pulled his hair tie out. His fluffy purple locks were so fun and tempting to tug on. Kissing him with this amount of love and emotion enthralled you, and you felt a little disappointed when he pulled away.

“Would you like to move this to my bedroom?”

And you bit your bottom lip before nodding, a smile creeping its way up along your face. You stood up and followed him into his bedroom eagerly.

After Shinsou closed the door behind you, he turned around and snaked his hands up your back. You giggled at the contact and let him pull the shirt over your head. You weren’t wearing a bra, so Shinsou immediately leaned over to take one of your nipples in his mouth. He sucked it until it puckered and let it go with a loud pop.

“You know,” he said, backing you against his bed. “I’ve never been able to say until now how truly beautiful you are.”

“Shinsou,” you sighed, taking a hold of his purple locks. You collapsed onto the bed and let him kiss his way down your front side. His kisses were rough but full of love, and you know they would leave bruises behind.

He slid your pajama bottoms and underwear down your thighs until they pooled on the floor at your ankles. “Everything you do is gorgeous, even the way you’re sprawled out under me, under my command just waiting for me to touch you.”

You could feel your pussy clench at his words and your thighs shook in waiting.

He kissed the top of your pussy and trailed kisses around your thighs. You watched as he hiked your legs over his well muscled shoulders while keeping eye contact. His long tongue darted out and he licked one long stripe between your folds and suckled on your little sweet bud.

You arched your back and let out a choked moan. Out of all the nights you’ve slept together, this was the first time you really saw him for all the love he gave you.

Shinsou kept his face right in front of your dripping hole just for a moment and let his hot breath tickle your needy clit. He chuckled at your squirming form and teased you even further with kitten licks and hands that reached up to squeeze your breasts as he dove in to lap up your juices.

Your hands grasped at his, keeping them firmly clenched onto your chest as he delved in deeper and deeper into your wonderful taste. You could feel your orgasm quickly building up. Your toes curled and knees jerked up, hips bucking your clit further up into Shinsou’s mouth. You let out a loud moan and sigh of relief and surprise when you could feel your juices spraying onto Shinsou’s face and watched as they dripped down his chin.

You had never squirted before. You could feel a calm wash over you as you settled down. Shinsou wiped his hand down his chin. “That was fucking sexy.”

He kissed your lower lips one last time before standing up and allowing you to scooch further up on the bed. You were exhausted but it didn’t matter. Watching Shinsou strip down and seeing his cock spring to life only made you want more of him.

He crawled over you and kissed your lips. He tasted like a mix of your juices and honey, probably from that tea you saw him drinking not too long ago. Whatever it was, it was addictive. “Are you ready?” he asked as he positioned the head of his cock in line with your opening.

You nodded, heaving up and down and running your hand along the side of his face. “Yeah, I’m ready.”

Shinsou was thicker than most of the people you had slept with, and you always felt the stretch of him penetrating you every time he pushed himself in.

Knowing that it probably hurt a little, the stretch of it all, he paused every so often and kissed your face, allowing you to warm up before he bottomed out inside of you. You were just so tight and welcoming, it took all his strength not to pound into you immediately, to take it nice and slow as he rubbed against your clit with his thumb.

Your face was hot. It was odd to you that it had never felt this way before, that until now you had never been this nervous to feel his cock pulsing inside of you and to feel his mouth nip at your clit and nipples. You had closed your eyes and focused on your breathing.

Shinsou reached over to tickle the palm of your hand. As you looked up at him, he cupped your face and smiled down at you before he started to thrust his hips.

You squirmed and writhed around as he bucked deeper in and out of the hole that seemed to suck him in further and further.

He felt it was so unfair because he never seemed to last as long as he wanted to when he was with you. The way your aching pussy clenched around him so tight was euphoric. He wanted to let his dick bask in your warm, gushing cavern forever.

“You’re beautiful,” you heard him whisper as he sped up, his orgasm fast approaching. “You’re perfect.”

And again, you squirmed around as that cord built up inside of you and snapped, leaving you gushing around Shinsou’s cock and heaving up and down underneath him.

Shinsou didn’t last much longer. He came almost immediately after you did, feeling your walls clench around him oh so tight. He rolled over next to you and laid his head in the crook of your neck. His hair tickled your nose as you nuzzled into him.

“We should clean up.”

“After snuggles,” he yawned.

You laughed. He’d never been this clingy until now. He had never praised you so much until now. “What does this mean?”

“Hm?”

“For us?”

Shinsou rolled over to look at you. “It means you’re gonna sleep in this bed with me tonight, and tomorrow morning I’m waking up early to make my girlfriend a pancake breakfast. Okay, kitten?”

You had to keep yourself from squealing at the nickname. Instead, you closed your eyes with a goofy smile on your face. “Okay.”

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savorysatori · 4 years ago

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— SCANNING: ✰ PINK PUNCH! 」 ✭

“Sugar, I ain’t no dummy, dummy.”

I. — SYNOPSIS. you could sense the stares he was giving you. it was obvious, he liked you. who wouldn’t? you were his type and you knew it - now nothing could stop you from being with him.

II. WARNINGS. stepdad!atsumu, oral (m!receiving), facial. impact play, office sex, infidelity. pervy tsumi’, orgasm denial, unprotected sex, pseudo.

III. % WORD COUNT. 2.9k.

✰ @sugawara-sweetheart DECADENCE COLLAB.

“Don’t you realize? I’m the one.” soft words rung in his ears. He kept remembering them over and over again, throughout hours of the day. No matter the times he’s told himself that you weren’t, he felt that same sting in his heart. Maybe you were the one, he just couldn’t admit it.

The bittersweet taste of the lollipop sat wedged between your lips. The sun shining down on you from above didn't feel like it would burn in the slightest. The breeze blowing past your face didn't feel nearly as cold. Your tongue darted out, quickly lapping up the sweet and salty liquid that had begun to drip down your chin. Twirling the lollipop from in your mouth, you’d look up at the sky, taking in the blue that would seemingly be your final palette. You close your eyes, feeling a small smile grace your face. It was spring. Bright and early with flocks of birds chirping in the crisp air; squirrels already jumping from one tree to another. You always loved this time of the year. The air so fresh and comfortable, unlike the hot, sticky summer that would soon come. Enjoying the little things about this season, especially when your eyes drifted towards him.

Atsumu stood by the grill flipping a pair of burgers. He seemed a lot vibrant nowadays, less withdrawn and often smiling. He had also let his hair grow out, making him seem much more approachable. It was hard to believe he was your step-father, he was so young. Rocking the age of only twenty-six with a few grey strands. Something you would never dream of having. Not at his age, and certainly not in your current state. He was a handsome man, despite having bore a strong resemblance to his mother. Not to mention all the girls that had crushes on him; girls from your school fanning over him, asking for his number. Like you’d give it to them. You liked to keep certain things to yourself, play with them till they were wrapped around your fingers for you to toy with.

It was quite easy to not have to do those things though. He was already infatuated with you the minute you had introduced yourself, the soft words of your name slipping off the tip of your tongue to draw him in. which, succeeded. The stares are what gave it away, feeling his eyes bore into your back when the slight material of your shirt raised further than usual. Shorts tighter to show off the crease of your hips, for you to sway around right in front of him. You teased him. Lured him in with an innocent smile and alluring eyes, making him fall into a deeper pit of need. Who could blame you? You were just too insatiable to resist.

Atsumu wouldn’t blame you — he couldn’t. It was hard to keep his demeanor straight when you were around, drowning out conversations of his friends to hear your little laughs. Push away any work that kept him up to peek into your room, seeing you flesh into the feeling of pleasure. He knew you touched yourself at night, he watched. With no shame. Daring himself to go in, to feel you caress your body for him, whisper words that would make him drool over you. You were a sensual person, and he knew you could make any man moan if you so chose. Atsumu was never worthy of you, no matter how hard he tried to be. He wanted you to be the one, but he wouldn’t let you. Not when he was stuck in a loveless marriage he agreed to.

You were all he wanted from life, and yet you weren't even his. Somehow you found it all very amusing, a twisted sort of humor that had taken you over the past days. You were young yet deviant. Knowing exactly what you wanted, earning the power to get it and if you wanted him you were going to get him. Giving him the same stares back — fluttering lashes with thighs slight spread, matching his energy. It was all for him. The way he would look at you, the way you would look back with adoration and love. Your body ached for him, and you licked your lips knowing they were sweet and tingled for him to touch.

Knock knock. It came from his office door, lifting his head up to see.

“I brought some punch.”

A tray laid delicately in your hands as you walked into the neatly tied office, two full cups of punch sprinkling in the glass. The smell of the sweet drink making his mouth water, the thought of drinking it all just to quench his thirst crossed his mind. Slipping in past the curtains, you set the tray down on the table and looked at him, a smile quirking your from the side of his mouth as he leant back against his chair.

“Thank you,” he said in a gentle tone, you nodded with a calm face, lifting out the chair to sit down across from him and accepted a cup from the tray. "Here." he lifted the cup with a dimpled smile and held it out to you. You looked into his deep brown eyes, the sparkle of gold hiding in the depths of them, with longing. He had wanted you to be the one. You could see it in his eyes, the way he looked at you, the things he wanted to say. You were his everything. You wanted it too, deep down in the darkest parts of your soul. The urge was there, to reach out and grab him with both hands.

Pull him closer, breath against breath, his face was so close to yours. This close, you could feel his warm breath on your lips and smell the scent of him. You wanted to lean in closer, to taste his lips with yours. You looked at him, dragging your gaze away from his lips as you met his eyes.

“I know what you want, Atsumu.” you breathed. The sound of your lips moving was just a whisper.

His dark eyes moved over your face, the gold flecks catching the light, as he hummed. He opened his mouth to say something, the same smug grin plastered on his face. “Yeah? And, what’s that?”

“Me.”

The tray crashed to the ground as you leaned forward to fasten your arms around his neck. His arms came up to wrap around your waist as he pulled you closer, leaning in to lock your lips with his. You felt the rush of the kiss, the spark passing between you both as your lips met. The smell of him, the taste of him. The warmth of him. His lips were warm and gentle as they brushed against yours, his palm gripping your side to pull you flush against him with force. You felt your stomach flutter at the sensation, leaning into him as your breasts pressed into his chest. His hair was silken under your fingers as you ran them through it, holding him close. You were sweet, as he had known, but now he could taste it on you. The feeling of you, of your lips and hands around him. The closeness that he felt with you within the kiss. His lips moved eagerly over yours, and you opened your mouth under him as your tongue slid into his mouth. You tasted of sugar and honey, and it made him feel warm all over.

It was exhilarating, and wild. The taste of him, the smell of him. The new sensations that his kiss sent through your own body were overwhelming, and you felt as though you would drown in them. His hand on your side moved up to cup your breast, and his lips moved over yours with a new urgency. His kiss grew more aggressive, and his fingers moved with more confidence along the back of your thigh under the table to rest on your knee. You arched into him, the cool air on your wet cheek making you whine with each breath.

“Atsumu.”

He almost fell forward from the sound of your strained voice, lidded eyes darting with the movements you made, sliding down between his thighs with a gleam in your eyes. You pulled his trousers and boxers down in quick succession, your hand maneuvering to the thick girth of his cock, eyelids heavy with lust looking over it with intent. He looked at you with a mixture of anticipation and bliss, something you were warming up to, gripping him firmly as you began to pump your hand up and down, slick with pre-cum. His lips tingled and burned as he ran his tongue over them, tasting your breath with every kiss, tasting the sweetness of the cold punch.

He looked down at his knees, feeling as though they would buckle under him as you continued to pump your hand on him. His legs trembled, and he clenched his jaw as you fixed him with a stare. Suddenly, you lowered your head, taking the tip of his head between your lips, sucking lightly as you circled your tongue. He tasted of honey and sweat, the sweet taste driving you mad with lust. His hand gripped your hair as he pulled you down, deep-throated, reveling in the feeling of your mouth on him. Lost in the act of ecstasy, He pumped his hips slowly, finding his rhythm as you kept up the suction, stroking him fast with your hand. Breaths came in thick pants down his chest, and he could only gasp as he held you there, relishing in the feeling of euphoria flowing through his recked brain.

“Christ, ‘m so close..” As he felt his orgasm rise, you dropped your mouth, his hips stuttering from the loss, his head hung low with heavy huffs.

His knees shook and gave out as he released onto your face, the feeling so intense that he could do nothing but grow still as you continued to suck, even if the sticky fluid dropped down your chin. The taste of him filled your mouth, as you pulled him out slowly, letting the last few drops slide down your throat. Looking at him, you could see the remnants of his essence on your lips. You licked your lips, smiling as you wiped them clean, wiping the remaining away with a soft flick of your fingers. The bittersweet taste leaving your mouth. He stayed still, feeling himself come back down to reality as his breathing slowed. He looked at you, his lips twitching upwards in a half smile. The fire had gone out in the hearth, leaving only embers that barely gave off any light, and you shifted your weight, feeling the fabric of your sundress dress shift and pull tight across your skin. You felt cold in comparison to the heat that had been building up inside of you. Ice coursing through your veins with heat swiveling between the two of you. Standing up to lean against the wood pressing against your inner thigh, keeping eye contact.

Leaning into you as his hands moved to the lacing of your dress. He slid the dress down your shoulders, watching it fall to the ground in a pool of lace, leaving you in only your undergarment. Your skin tingled and burned, and you knew that you didn't feel as cold any longer. His fingers traced patterns along your collarbone and down your bare arms, leaving trails of fire along their paths. You arched into him, both of your hands moving to grab onto his back as the kiss continued. You pulled him into you, wanting nothing more than to feel as much of him as you could. Your stomach flip-flopped, and you found your legs weakening as his hand found your hip. The both of you wanted nothing but to make each other feel good, chase the pleasure. Just pulling him closer as you felt his lips curve into a smile against yours.

Atsumu’s fingers found the clasp of your bra, releasing it as he pushed the cups of the bra down your arms. The cool air hit your skin, and he pulled away to stare down at you. He kicked the fallen dress out of the way, your heartbeat heavily in your chest, and you couldn't tear your eyes away from him as he lifted one of your legs as though you were some prize he had won. His eyes never left yours as he slid his hands under your back and held you up, basking in the sweet sensation fanning over, his cock tucked in your cunt as he lowered you down more to hear the moans fill the air.

You felt your insides burning, stretching to accommodate him. The sweet touch of his cock clouded your brain with images of him burning through, your eyes fluttering open to see him determined with mind set on sending you to see stars, feeling him push inside of you with a pulse that made your toes curl. You couldn't get enough of him, or else you wouldn't get enough. The waves of pleasure built and built, and you never wanted it to end as he picked up the pace. The warmth spreading through you, the energy flowing, it was too much. You never wanted him to stop, but felt his hands grip your hips as he pumped into you roughly. It wasn't enough, not nearly enough, and although you wanted to beg for him to continue, all that escaped your lips was a strangled gasp as his name passed your lips. His pace never slowing, if anything it only increasing as he groans out, iching your name as the impact of his hand colliding down onto your thigh sent your mind to tumble over.

“Fuck, yer’ gonna drive me crazy, sugar. This is somethin’ we shouldn’t be doin.. but, f-fuck you’ll make me leave her in a heartbeat.”

Feelings you tried to keep locked deep down were unleashed, and for once they weren't negative ones. He felt so good inside of you, just right. You never took the time to care, you wanted him, he wanted you. You were gonna get him. Only now did you realize that your thighs were painted red with handprints from him, stinging with a delightful feeling of pain. Atsumu was groaning out in love, your name seeming to be caught in his throat as he followed soon after, whispering the laced words you’ve been wanting to hear all night.

“You’re the one.”

Panting, his hips stuttered into still, and he gritted his teeth as his eyes clenched shut. Taking a deep breath, he opened his eyes to look down at you, and something seemed to catch in his throat. His cock ached to release, and you knew, sliding your warm depths from around him, only to make him whine. break him down. He reached his hand down to grab your thigh, pulling you close as he lifted his weight off of you. His lips caught yours, his tongue pushing inside as he tasted himself on your lips. It wasn't enough, not nearly enough, and you wanted more. He laid on top of you, and you were able to feel the weight of his chest pressing into your own. His muscles were thick and strong, and the strength that they held humbled you. His kisses continued down your neck, his warm breath and his tongue tickling the sensitive skin sending shivers down your spine.

You wanted him so bad, and the sweet fire that was building in your core threatened to consume you. He moved his body, sliding himself against your slick folds as you cried out, only to moan when he slipped inside. Just the way you like it, slow and steady. One hand gripped your side, the other ran through your hair as his lips nipped at your ear. Every thrust pushed you closer and closer to the edge, as did every word he said. Each smack against your ass made you whine louder, his office stuffed with sensual air coming from the both of you. He whispered sweet nothings in your ear, made promises of unimaginable pleasure, all the while his hand would squeeze your hip and you would fall over the rim. You couldn't take anymore. The wave inside of you growing larger and larger, you reached your arms up, wrapping them around his back as your fingers dug into those muscles.

You clawed at him, wanting more, needing more. The tense in his shoulders made you knew, his breathing hitching as your name escaped his lips. His warm seed filled you as you felt him twitch deep inside of you, giving you more, giving you the moment to throw your head back and cum from the ecstasy, the sound of drums banging in your head. You could feel your heart beating, heard the blood rushing through your ears as your whole body shook with each pulse sent from your heart. You were floating, flying, and you couldn't care less if you drowned in this bliss. The sweet blissful feeling.

The sweetness overjoyed you. Briskly morning with the sun out, bluebirds chirping in the air of steam coming from the grill set out. It was just you and him, basking in the warmth of it all, a gentle breeze sweeping the ruffles of your dress. There you were, taking each step against the concrete floor, tray in your hand with two full glasses of pink punch. You walked along, each sip refreshing and warming you from the inside out. The tray balanced evenly in your hands, you made your way down the rows and rows of lawn chairs and umbrellas spread out across the backyard, trailing over to him.

Leant over with head tilted, a soft smile stretched on your face like always.

“Would ya’ like some punch?”

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