#action against corruption

[megayogiposts]

CBI's Role in Tackling Income Tax Corruption

Income tax is the Department of central government so control of its corruption subjects to the ambit of Central Bureau of investigation. It reflects the failure of the premier investigating agency Central Bureau of Investigation. What is the role of Central Bureau of Investigation in the growing corruption in the Department of income tax? Whether the Central Bureau of Investigation will remain…

[factsilike]

Really tired of constantly seeing posts declaring that everyone in MXTX novels is complicated and 'morally grey' and that's what makes her works wonderfully written, and that everyone else who doesn't see that is stupid, or is 'demonising' characters and bashing them for rightfully criticising their shitty, very much unjustified actions.

And ironically it seems so simplistic to just declare that, because yes her stories are wonderfully written and complex, but not for that reason. You're clearly not reading her works and only spouting what you think her stories say. There are many morally grey characters in morally complex stories out there, but MDZS IS NOT ONE OF THEM.

NONE OF THE MAIN CHARACTERS (i.e protagonists and their male leads except for LBH maybe) ARE MORALLY GREY OR MORALLY COMPLEX.

THEY ARE ALL MORALLY RIGHTEOUS.

Just take a closer look at their actions compared to the actions of literally everyone else around them, it's not that hard to see.

Not to mention that MXTX herself literally says that WWX and LWJ are both morally ideal and that ahe hopes her readers can be like them, but people seem to have no respect for the word of authors in the name of their self projection onto the characters being contradicted nowadays 😒

(also saw someone dismissively say that HC may think that the world revolves around XL or whatever, but others don't and they're right??

First of all, did you even read the novel? HC made his judgement based on how others treated him versus how XL did when he was a CHILD. And how XL continues to treat others to this day. He is well within his rights to think the world of XL, especially since XL suffered more than every other person and still doesn't succumb to evil, despite having every right to do so, miles more than others. He all but regards XL as his moral compass, because he's proof that truly good people do exist in this world, and not ONE other person in the novel is shown to be as good as him.)

One of the reasons why I really don't like the Xianle Trio is this; neither FX nor MQ seem to regard XL as his own person with his own agency, who is capable of making his own decisions initially as HC does, and only near the end of the novel do they let up a bit when their asses had to be saved by XL multiple times. (especially considering what fools they made of themselves in that spiderweb cave lmao)

Both of them try to enforce XL ALL THE TIME ("Your Highness don't do this or don't do that or don't say this or don't go there or don't talk to him"), as if XL has not survived perfectly well on his own without them FOR 800 YEARS.

The difference between them and HC is clearly spelled out when FC asks HC about why he is not stopping XL, and HC replies that while he may not agree with some of XL's decisions, he would never force him to do what he thinks is correct, something both MQ and FX are CONSTANTLY shown to try to do.

Like please. Xianle Trio who? More like suffering XL and his pair of nuisances who think themselves to be his babysitters. And most of the time he's the one babysitting them.

Another thing that irks me is that their frequent arguments are often played off for laughs, but XL is truly a saint, because if my friends were constantly bickering over petty things all throughout our dangerous journey and giving me nothing but headaches, especially in survival situations, I'd given them the boot a long time ago.

[unnecessarilygrandiose]

finished dark heir just now and googled if there's any updates from the author on the last book of the trilogy and clicked a reddit link to check... got gobsmacked with the worst possible opinion in human history... never talk to anyone about a piece of media you like Ever

[miscreantahead]

"gambling is evil" not in a satan way but in a "it ultimately just feeds capitalism" way.

[daecaerys]

META , 𝑫𝑨𝑬𝑵𝑬𝑹𝒀𝑺' 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑨𝑵𝑻𝑰-𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑷𝑯𝑬𝑻, 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑨𝑵𝑻𝑰-𝑴𝑬𝑺𝑺𝑰𝑨𝑯, 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑯𝑼𝑴𝑨𝑵 𝑸𝑼𝑬𝑬𝑵: often talking with @ruingod and the tropes around characters, i realized how of an antithesis dany is to the common messianic trope ( unlike paul who absorbs himself in it to gain power ) and since recently there has been going on a discussion about it as if she's the same trope as his ( sigh ), i decided to come here and express my opinions ( which are just that, opinions and interpretations ). well, daenerys does not see herself as anything but a queen, a ruler, and she views it as a duty and not a priviledge. she sees ruling ad a responsability to protect those around her ( coming from the sense that she often wasn't protected ), and does not use their dependance on her and their views of her figure as means to create prophercies or even propaganda about her rule. she never sees herself as above her people, as their savior, but a member of their reality/society with the power of bringing change. daenerys did not conquer the free cities to gain numbers to battle, or to rule them with her iron first of ideals ( in fact, one of her issues is that she did not count with that part and is falling under creating her own ruling ). daenerys conquered the cities to free the slaved and their oppression. she had no need to do it either, with enough gold and ships to sail to westeros before doing so.

there's no questioning that daenerys is doing what she does because she believes in the good, not in vengeance, not out of need for power. she's there to serve the oppressed, and not the opposite. she's not their messiah. there's a reason why mhysa resonates with her: she's mother, she's freeing, amidst the fear of being the opposite due to her roots ( remember the valyrians were slavers themselves ). like dragons, there's no cruel inner nature. there's the singular thing: dany is good. intrisically. she struggles in understandig that good intentions do not make a good realm - it only, sometimes, makes it weak. and to be ruthless to protect those she swore to protect is what makes her shake in fear of becoming entirelly ruthless. losing herself. becoming what people believe dragons to be: monsters, and monsters only.

daenerys does not use speech to gain support. her actions did so, and she did not do them out of the selfish reason: yes, this will have me be their queen. i'll become their god. no, dany did it because she loathed to see such suffering. she acted out of her heart. when she freed the unsullied she did not do it knowing they would follow her afterwards, nor when she fred drogo's slaves. their freedom was theirs, just like hers was hers. they followed her because they saw it as just that, someone worth it, someone who did it because it was right, and not someone who used them.

her iron throne goal becomes secondary in her mind as she decides to stay in mereen to keep things under control. to not let those people back in chains and in even more pain before she met them. if she wanted just to control them, dany would become the tyrant that season 8 wants you to see her as. she'd burn her enemies, and make others follow her with the disguise of being their savior. make them cross the sea and fight in her name only. she'd be flawless before their eyes, she'd see herself as flawless, she'd see herself as righteous. daenerys does not do it, in any moment. she constantly does what sacrifice is needed to help others and not herself. staying in mereen is proof of that, still, we constantly read she's a selfish person who only does what she does out of greed. when speaking of paul, for example, and the parallels, it is just a mirror of different perspectives of similar situations. one leaning towards the opressed for power, and the other leaning towards power to help the opressed.

[reginrokkr]

𝐗𝐋𝐈𝐕. Given that Dain addressed this topic in a direct way himself, this is as good of a moment as to revisit and expand on an old headcanon, which is his ability to sleep [or lack of thereof]. Firstly, I will start by saying that in his own transcendence, he's reached to a point where human physiologic necessities don't apply to him since the moment he was cursed by the Heavenly Principles through Ronova and corrupted. However, that isn't to say that he doesn't continue practises like sleeping, if only to keep stubborn to his humanity and also because sleeping should be of help for him to rest and for his mental health... technically.

◜Frankly, I don't believe dream therapy works for everyone. Sometimes, a brief moment of bliss only magnifies the melancholy that follows in its wake. I don't mean to dismiss the strength that people gain from life's fleeting moments of beauty: under normal circumstances, this is the way things ought to be. But my circumstances are far from normal. The things I have seen and that fill my dreams have no place in a normal life. A peaceful night's sleep is now but a vestige of days long gone— a time I can only look back on with longing.◞

— Yumemizuki Mizuki miscellany.

As he himself says, normal circumstances don't apply to him. His words allude to the notion that sleeping peacefully no longer happens and that both his own experiences in combination to the nightmares that plague his mind make sleeping an object of longing. For that reason, it's safe to say that for the past 500 years, he was unable to rest properly through his sleep and that he's better off without sleeping unless he reaches to a point of exhaustion that leaves him with no other choice. Following next, I'll expand on the multifactorial reasons why he's unable to sleep properly, these being: chronic physical pain, nightmares and involuntary visions (from the past and the future).

✦ Chronic physical pain.

It is described explicitly that the Abyss [Marana] precipitates everything to death through various means, one of which being consuming every living being's life force until there is nothing more to claim and they pass away. The same is true in various degrees for the curse of immortality —which degenerates an individual both physically but also mentally—, letting the affected individual experience their own rotting without ever experiencing death because of the curse that impedes them to pass; and the corruption Dain has been experiencing for 500 years —apparently stagnant but not any less corrosive to the mind and body, the latter already half-turned into a monster—. In addition, there is a factor that charactertizes the Abyss which is the magnification of one's senses, leading to disorientation and loss of perception of the reality due to how strongly the negative feelings are expanded.

Moreover, Dain's case has another layer of complexity that adds to the physical pain he endures, which is the existence of two energies coexisting within him: Aether and Void [Abyss]. These have their separate effects on their own, the latter being obviously toxic to everything. However, there is the additional layer that makes the two of them be mutually virulent: one being lethal to the other and being the most vulnerable to the other all the same. Be it because of his connection to Irminsul —which is clearly opposing in force with the Abyss due to its purifying and curative aspects—, the power from beyond he's achieved —which seems to negate the Abyss—, a combination of both or even something else, Dain counts with an energy within him that is in direct contradiction with the Abyss. Its will to attack it causes an inner strife to his immune system that is beyond painful, as well as its weakness to it causes further damage than that.

✧ Nightmares.

Like it was previously mentioned, the Abyss doesn't only affect one's physical health but the mental one as well. It takes every negative emotion, trauma, fears, etc. and magnifies them limitlessly. Furthermore, the Abyss in itself is an entity that is terrifying and it's in constant evolution of learning how to attack in order to subjugate everything under its might. Dain himself, who had a family that in his eyes had betrayed him (Vedrfolnir) and who once had a homeland that he's lost given that he was powerless to do anything to stop its own destruction as well as the divine intervention that followed as a result of part of its citizens' transgressions (his brother's included) has a deep-rooted trauma followed by feelings such as survivor's guilt or self-deprecation followed by a psychogenic amnesia [ x, x ] as a result of these. It is also of great importance to mention that he feels the curse slowly replacing his very being.

✦ Involuntary visions —past and future—.

Albeit a most coveted one, the weight of knowledge is one that not everyone can bear nor hope to stay sane in full. Due to his connection to Irminsul, Dain has access to events that had already happened in Teyvat and to foresee what is bound to happen in the future, given that Irminsul itself is the Tree of Time. This knowledge he gains continuously challenges and destroys the grounds of what he believed the world to be. Some truths can be pills hard to swallow, many of them shocking by themselves until they're properly processed and understood. What's more, Dain has a perspective of the world like none other, enough to understand that in order to defy it a power from beyond is needed and have the strength to push himself to search it from outside the fabricated sky. It's no exaggeration to say that Dain has reached a level of enlightenment that very few have at the present, and that comes with a heavy weight.

It's important to note that despite the fact that these factors determine Dain's lack of sleep until he finds himself in circumstances under which he has no other choice but do so, he has a fortitude of mind that has nothing to envy the others'. He's been living with this for over 500 years and despite the negatives he has to live with, to this day he still managed to keep his humanity and sanity to the point of not succumbing to what would've been a kinder outcome for himself. Whether this is fed by his will of revenge to his brother and the other Sinners, his sense of justice for the world against the gods or something else, it's of little importance.

Lastly, just like the balance of the odds in which he won't sleep or sleeping is a manner of suffering to him is inclined towards the negative more than the positive, there are instances in which he can experience the best outcome he can hope of sleeping: neutrality. He doesn't need it to be particularly blissful, as that would only make him drown in the magnified melancholy thereafter, but at least devoid of nightmares. In the moments when he's on his own and he knows he needs to rest somewhere, he will go to places where Irminsul's emanations are present —Sacred Sakura, Kala Kapatcir's tree, Weeping Willow are a few examples— or Irminsul directly, as he knows that the purifying traits will give him some manner of respite that he can't find elsewhere (other places like the inverted fountain from the Nameless City in the depths of the Chasm count too).

A rarer chance for him to get a good sleep is in the company of someone who he deeply trusts and cherishes, regardless if it's platonic or romantic. Initially it'll be hard, as this doesn't erase the fact that he won't struggle with the physical pain and the rupture of reality with what he feels due to the Abyss nefarious effects over him, but with time he can grow to a point of getting used to it, of forcing himself to convince his shattered mind that being touched by that person doesn't hurt like the Abyss within him wants him to believe. That in combination with the knowledge that for once he can hide himself from the world and the gods, from himself and his self-imposed duty despite his painful awareness that he's subjecting himself to things he doesn't want for himself becomes a moment equally as precious as basking under the holy Irminsul's glow as he slumbers.

[navramanan]

still heartbroken but cannot move

[thenukacolachallenge]

ngl seeing all my non OP moots watching the live action and enjoying it makes my heart so happy

[malenipshadows]

Today, several hundred ordinary U.S. citizens attended the "HandsOff! National Day of Action" protest event, in Shoreline, Washington (a city between Seattle and Everett). Here are several pics.

[bharatkhabarnama]

Punjab Police zero tolerance policy against corruption : 58 police officials dismissed

DGP announces to take stern action against corrupt police personnel Chandigarh, February 19, 2025 (Bharat Khabarnama Bureau) In consonance with the instructions issued by the Chief Minister Bhagwant Singh Mann led Punjab Government emphasising transperancy, accountability and integrity in public service delivery, Commissioners of Police and Senior Superintendents of Police (CPs/SSPs) in all…

[lmsintmedia]

Niger Delta Stakeholders Urge FG to Stop Using Corrupt Security Officers to Chase Oil Thieves

Stakeholders Call for an End to Security Sabotage in the Fight Against Oil Theft Prominent Niger Delta stakeholders, including retired military and police officials, have called on the Federal Government to stop using compromised security forces in the fight against oil theft. Brigadier General Idada Ikponmwen (retd.), retired Deputy Inspector General of Police Udom Ekpoudom, and other regional…

[wild-aspen]

Who is Kamala Harris?

These are all from her Wikipedia page. I have picked the top 5 for each of these sections. Maybe you think other things are more important, these are just the things that stood out to me:

Highlights as District Attorney of San Francisco:

was tough on gun crime: created a gun crime unit, set 90-day minimum sentences, raised bail for gun-related crimes, and prosecuted all assault weapon possession cases as felonies.

created a hate crimes unit specifically focused on LGBTQ hate crimes against children and teens in school.

was (and is) against the death penalty; during her time as DA did not cave to pressure in several cases to seek the death penalty.

helped create the San Francisco Reentry Division, aimed at helping prisoners reintegrate after their sentences are through; the program became a national model.

refused to enforce prop 8, which was at the time California's ban on gay marriage.

Highlights as Attorney General of California

introduced the Homeowner Bill of Rights and fought against banks, mortgage companies, and credit card companies.

fought for financial reimbursement for public employee and teacher pensions.

fought for environmental protections and secured settlements and indictments against several oil companies for oil spills.

conducted a review of implicit bias in policing and the use of deadly force and introduced implicit bias training.

declared a law that California law enforcement had to collect and report police violence.

Highlights as a California Senator:

condemned Trump's Muslim ban.

opposed Trump's appointments of Betsy DeVos and Jeff Sessions, his nomination of Neil Gorsuch, and voted against confirming Kavanaugh.

tried to make lynching a federal hate crime.

urged the Trump administration to investigate the persecution of Uyghur Muslims in China.

voted to convict Trump on charges of abuse of power and obstruction of Congress.

Highlights as Vice president:

as President of the Senate, cast the tie-breaking vote in the Senate that ensured the passing of the American Rescue Act.

has cast more tie-breaking votes than any other Vice president in US history - she is responsible for many of the achievements of the Biden administration actually passing the Senate.

created task forces on corruption and human trafficking.

created a women's empowerment program.

has criticized Israel's actions during the current conflict in Gaza and called for an immediate ceasefire.

[delugyu]

beomgyu teaching you how to jerk him off (pls i’m ovulating i need to be put down)

hey twin i’m ovulating too! can u tell by how depraved this is

(wc: 2k / warnings: virgin!reader, corruption kink, big dick!beomgyu, handjob)

beomgyu’s head might explode. quite possibly his dick too. you’re sitting in front of him on his bed, wide-eyed and innocent but so eager to help him with something so dirty. he has to calm down before he blows his load too fast and makes himself look like the virgin here.

“you sure you’re okay with this?” beomgyu asks, checking in one more time before he lets you put your hands on him. you nod with sparkling eyes and a cheerfulness that doesn’t match the situation at hand. he can’t deny how much your eagerness turns him on, though. beomgyu never thought he had a thing for virgins, but fuck, you’re doing something to him.

you sit cross-legged, hands held in your lap as you await instruction. it makes beomgyu’s cock throb, and his head is reeling with all the images of things he wants to do with you. he keeps himself grounded as best as he can, trying to remember that you’re here to learn, not to fulfill fantasies of his own.

“what do i do first?” you ask, looking at his pants. it makes him laugh. he grabs your chin to redirect your attention back to his face, smiling fondly when he sees a hint of embarrassment in your eyes.

“you should always start with kissing,” beomgyu says, tugging you towards him until you’re sitting in his lap. the surprise on your face is pretty cute. “it really sets the mood.”

“okay,” you say, but do nothing. beomgyu tries to hold back his laughter, but he just can’t. it’s so funny to watch you get so shy. you pout, then pull your face in to peck his cheek. he runs a hand up your thigh, endeared by your action.

“a real kiss,” he says. it really doesn’t seem like you’re going to make the move, so he decides to make it easier for you. he cups your face and brings you close, capturing your lips in a kiss that starts out much sweeter than what the moment would suggest.

your lips are soft and fit well against his own, and beomgyu finds himself feeling so lucky that you’d ask him of all people to help you with something like this. it makes him happy that you trust him this much. he bites your lip ever so slightly to get you gasping, letting his tongue slip between your parted lips to deepen the kiss.

he doesn’t want to overwhelm you, so he holds himself back from getting too intense. he’ll settle with this slow, sensual kiss, at least until you get confident enough to take more. your little noises are admittedly very hot, and beomgyu knows you must feel his cock twitching beneath you.

you pull away to catch your breath, and your eyes fall on the string of saliva connecting your lips. beomgyu smiles and licks his lips as if he’ll catch any lingering tastes of you. you hesitantly bring your face back to his, and he closes his eyes and parts his lips expectantly, but your mouth meets his jaw instead. you don’t place a peck there like you did to his cheek—you suck on his skin like you would his lips, pulling away after a few seconds to blink up at him.

beomgyu’s stomach is doing cartwheels. he can’t help but find everything you do attractive, even when it’s done with such uncertainty and inexperience. your mouth continues latching onto his skin and sucking, trailing down his neck. he’s sure that you won’t leave any marks—you’re not really sucking that hard, but it’s enough to have him losing his mind. he groans when your hips involuntarily push forward. he wonders how wet you must be right now if you’re already having trouble controlling your body.

“can i touch you now?” you ask, fingers dipping into the hem of his pants. god, beomgyu’s head is spinning. you must be some kind of succubus sent to taint his soul. if you are, it’s fucking working. he’s obsessed and all he’s felt so far is your lips.

he nods and leans back a bit. “yeah, take those off.” you pull down his pants and boxers both in one go, and he watches with a grin when your eyes widen at his cock springing out.

“you’re really big,” you muse, still staring at his dick. beomgyu bites his lip as he watches you wrap a hand around his shaft, not able to close your hand all the way because of his girth. you look up at him, unsure what to do next. beomgyu has to reel himself in, remembering that he should be teaching you right now.

“you should spit in your hand to lube it up. dry handjobs don’t feel that good,” he advises. he holds his breath as he watches you bring your hand to your mouth, a glob of spit falling past your lips and into your palm. he shuts his eyes tight to keep himself together, trying not to cum from just the sight of you doing something so dirty.

your hand falls back to his cock and gives it a few jerks to lubricate it. beomgyu bites his tongue to hold back a moan, but he can’t stop his hips from bucking up into your fist. your eyes meet his again, curious and bright. he wants to kiss you again, but he has to remember that this isn’t about him.

“is this good?” you ask, working your saliva-slicked hand over his cock. if you only knew how hard beomgyu was holding back right now—even through your clumsy handjob, something about you is making beomgyu lose his mind.

“y-yeah. you can try squeezing a little tighter, maybe,” he says, and he cringes at how uncomposed he sounds. the moment you take his advice and wrap your fist tighter around him, he throws his head back and groans. it seems to encourage you, and you start moving a little faster.

fuck, he can’t cum yet. he’s trying to think of anything else, something to keep him from bursting at the seams, but the feeling of your hand wrapped around him is so overwhelming. you look so focused, like you’re taking notes of his reactions and repeating anything that makes him keen. you’re fucking ruining him, god.

“how do i make you cum?” you ask, and the question itself is nearly enough to do it. he’s catching his breath and looking at you through hooded eyes, taking in your eager little hand tugging at his cock and the way you look so determined to get him off. a part of him wants to lay you down and get you all worked up; it’s not fair for him to be suffering alone like this.

“you can—ah, fuck—twist your hand when you come up,” he suggests, and his eyes roll back when you try it out. your movements are getting more confident now, and beomgyu can’t contain his moans anymore. his mouth hangs open, panting pathetically as he feels his orgasm creeping up on him.

you surprise him when you lean your head down to spit onto his cock, lubricating it even more and allowing you to move faster. you really are a little demon. he wants to bend you over and fuck himself into your cunt, wants to have you leaking arousal and crying out for him. he wants you to be moaning and shaking and begging him for release, but instead it’s him on the receiving end of that. he’s going crazy.

“fuck! i’m gonna cum, keep doing that,” he urges as his hips fuck into your fist. you don’t stop him, letting him chase his orgasm until he’s spilling all over his cock and your hand. he’s groaning as he watches his seed spill onto you, imagining what it would be like to cum on your face or your tits instead. shit, what are you doing to him?

“was i good?” your eyes shine with hope as you wait for beomgyu’s answer, and he chooses to respond with a messy kiss to your lips. you’re not here to let him make you cum, but god, he wants to so bad. his brain is flooded with the image of you squirming beneath him, of defiling you and taking your virginity. he wants to dip his hand beneath your pants and feel how wet you are.

you push at his chest to separate from his kiss, eyes darting across his face curiously. this is killing him. he already feels his dick stirring back to life.

“i can show you something too, if you want,” beomgyu offers, still panting from his orgasm.

“like what? you already came.” he attaches his mouth to your neck and sucks desperately, so needy for you to stay here with him. he’s not done with you yet, you can’t leave him without giving him a taste of you. “gyu?” your voice is laced with confusion, your eyes are too when beomgyu looks up at you as he marks your chest. thank god you wore that slutty little low-cut top.

“maybe i could touch you?” he suggests, hand massaging your thigh.

“but that wouldn’t be teaching me anything,” you say, tilting your head. he kisses you again, so endeared and turned on by your innocence. he coaxes your mouth open and shoves his tongue inside, licking into your mouth and holding your face still. he wants to leave you dripping and needy, to tease you until you’re begging him for more.

he guides you down against the mattress, never disconnecting from your lips, eating up your moans and whines. his hands descend down your sides slowly, stopping when they reach your hips. he’s dying to take off your pants and dive into your cunt.

he pulls back to look at you. your lips are puffy and red, and your hair’s all disheveled around you. your eyes are glassy, and your chest heaves with how hard you’re breathing. he might cum again just from the sight.

“do you want me to touch you?” he asks, hoping you’ll say yes. if you even start to nod, beomgyu wouldn’t hesitate to tear your pants off. he needs this more than he’s ever needed anything else in his life.

you sit up suddenly, which makes beomgyu pull away in confusion. “i should go,” you say, picking up your phone from his nightstand.

“what? why?” did he do something wrong? he doesn’t want to make you uncomfortable, but he could have sworn you looked just as into it as he was.

“i have to see taehyun tonight,” you say meekly.

“oh. right.” you’re seeing taehyun. that’s why you had him teach you any of this, after all. he got too caught up in the moment.

you stand up and stare at him, swaying awkwardly in place. beomgyu thinks briefly about convincing you to stay.

“thank you,” you say, not even looking him in the eye. beomgyu’s hands itch to pull you back onto the bed. he wants to hold you down and keep you from leaving. he’d kiss you speechless until taehyun’s not even a thought in your mind anymore.

“yeah,” he says, feigning nonchalance with a simple nod. you’re walking out now, and he has to ignore the voice in his head telling him to run after you.

he collapses against his bed when he hears his door close. taehyun’s his friend, but beomgyu really hates him right now. he can’t think about you and taehyun together without seething. beomgyu doesn’t know where this is coming from—sure, he had a little crush on you some time ago, but he thought that left as soon as you two started hanging out more.

he just hopes that whatever you’re doing with taehyun isn’t better than what you did with him. he’ll be damned if he finds out that taehyun laid his hands on you tonight. he prays and prays that you miraculously stop finding interest in taehyun and leave him before anything happens between you.

what does he want then? for you to come back to him, crying about how bad you need him?

…yeah, that kind of is what he wants, honestly.

[dwaekkicidal]

𝖪𝗂𝗇𝗄𝗍𝗈𝖻𝖾𝗋: '𝖫𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝖱𝖾𝖽' ༄࿔ 𝖡.𝖢.

⤷ Size Kink | Stomach Bulge | Teratophilia (Wolf-Hybrid)

♱ word count: 1.8k

♱ warnings: fem!reader, Red Riding Hood reader x Wolf Hybrid Chan, I never specify body type but this has stomach bulge & Chris is described to be bigger than the reader so read at ur own discretion, size kink, teratophilia, knotting, kinda corruption?, bribery/coercing, lowkey kinda mean chris (everyone act surprised. Sian wrote mean dom), rough sex + big dick chris with no mentions of prep, biting, public sex? Its in a forest but nobody is around, 1 use of “good girl’

sorta proofread

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“Tsk tsk tsk… You should know better than to be this far out in the woods, Red. You know this is my territory.”

“C-Chris! Listen… I’m really sorry but I need that plant over there. Grandma isn’t doing well and the only remedy that will help needs just a few of those flowers…” The tall man looks over his shoulder, eyeing the purple-colored flowers that you had pointed out.

“Hm… Okay, you can have a few.” The bright smile that grew on your face was almost enough to let you take it for free. Almost.

“Thank-” “On one condition.” 

“C’mon, sweet girl. You know I don’t do things for free~” His rough fingers stroked your cheek and he couldn’t help but grin as your smile dropped. The canines that peeked out from behind his plump lips were enough to bring you back to reality and remind you that he was in fact still a wolf hybrid and not so much your “friendly” neighbor.

“What exactly do you want…?” His grin seemed to get wider before he took his bottom lip between his teeth. A predatory glint took over his eyes as he slowly looked you up and down.

“I have something in mind…”

“Open the fuck up.”

His growl rumbles from deep within his chest and he thrusts his hips forward aggressively, causing you to cry out. Your thighs ache from the action, along with your swollen pussy thanks to the big dick that was currently tearing your insides up. You lost count after the first 5 inches, and now the seemingly never-ending length was quickly becoming too much for you.

He knew this all too well. But that didn’t stop him from forcing you and your little human body to take every last inch of his thick cock inside of you.

“C’mon Little Red, you can take it. You need to, remember?” He chuckles and pushes your thighs further apart. “You need those pretty little flowers, so you need to take my fucking cock.” His smile drops at the end of the sentence and he pulls out just to roughly thrust back inside. You moan out in surprise and his fingers dig further into your thighs, leaving crescent-shaped divots in your skin. 

“P-Please…” He clicks his tongue and leans forward more, shoving his face into your neck with another growl. With this, he manages to push another inch or two into your puffy hole, but your mind is so foggy that you don’t even notice it right away. The feeling of him breaching your walls so aggressively, all while he growls and huffs about how he needs to be all the way in for it to “count as payment” makes your head spin.

Even more so as a sob rips from your throat when he finally bottoms out. Your jaw drops and you squeal as his hips grind against yours, causing him to feel deeper all while he rubs against your G-Spot so perfectly. He throws his head back at the feeling of you completely wrapped around him and groans deeply when you clench subconsciously.

“There we go~ Good job, baby.” He licks a stripe up your neck before placing kisses all over it, letting you take a few seconds to breathe. He wasn’t that much of a brute- he did still care for you after all. Plus, what good is a new toy if you break it so early on!? So he takes a few seconds to himself, backing away and fixing his posture, allowing him to get a good look at you. And God do you look exquisite.

He licks his lips and looks over your body multiple times, doing everything in his power to burn this image of you into his head. He starts with your pretty lips, swollen and shiny with drool, and then your flushed cheeks that are wet from the fat tears that fall down them.

His eyes glance at your arms, smiling to himself at the army of goosebumps that have littered your skin as your body shakes deliciously with what he can’t decipher if it’s pleasure or pain. Your chest catches his eyes next; the way it heaves with each breath you take makes his chest swell with pride. But the thing that took the most of his attention, was the not-so-little bump on your tummy.

His lips were slightly parted and his breath was quickening as he lightly traced the outline of his dick. It’s at this point that he realizes just how large and wide he is compared to you. He’s always noticed- it’s quite hard not to. But when he has you like this, below him and completely at his mercy, he finally realizes just how much bigger he is. The sun only urges him further, casting a giant shadow over you that completely covers you and some of the ground you lay upon.

It makes his instincts go absolutely crazy and he can’t hold himself back from experimentally thrusting, moving at an angle that makes the bulge more prominent. The squeak you let out causes his eyes to flicker back up to your face, essentially snapping him out of the daze he was in. And when he meets your confused face looking up at him, he realizes how long he has been staring.

“Haha… Take a look at this, baby.” He wipes some of your tears and tilts your chin to help you look down. The desperate moan you let out sends his ego to the moon, causing him to twitch against your walls. He huffs out a laugh in disbelief and begins to move his hips, thrusting into you slowly yet roughly.

“I’m so deep… You feel that, baby?” His hand moves from your thigh and pushes down on your lower stomach, right on top of where the bulge popped out each time he bottomed out. “Fffuck.. ‘S my fat cock in your tummy?”

“God- Fuck, shut up Chris-” You clench tightly at his words despite your words and he ignores you in favor of picking up his pace, groaning when your walls flutter around him even more.

“You feel so fucking good. It’s almost like this pretty pussy was meant for me.” You swear you almost see his eyes roll into the back of his head, but he immediately brings your attention away by folding you in half. Pushing your knees to your chest and letting your ass hang in the air as he completely hovers over you, fucking into you with carnal need.

This new position makes you see stars and he uses it to his advantage, pounding into you and not allowing you time to think straight. He chases this brutal pace until your legs begin to ache, the pain of it overpowering the pleasure and making you hurriedly tap on his shoulder and push him back, “Fuck, wait- my legs.”

He huffs in annoyance but responds immediately, sitting up straight and allowing your legs to fall to his sides. His hips continue to thrust shallowly as you breathe deeply and try to rub the ache away, but this break doesn’t last long. You owe him payment, and he wants it now.

So he pulls out, opting to quickly flip you onto your knees and push your chest into the ground. You’re given no time to object before he’s shoving his entire length back inside with a groan. Your body shakes at the feeling of being absolutely filled to the brim. The back of your throat even itches as if his tip was poking it. And god, did it genuinely feel like that.

It’s not hard for him to find his previous pace, especially now that you’re seemingly more pliant for him. The only disobedient action from you is your cries for him to slow down, but he has no plans to. Not when you look absolutely ruined below him.

He shushes you and leans forward, holding you down with his chest against your back as he continues to fuck you as if his life depends on it.

“Shhhhh… It’s ok, it’s ok. You’re gonna be good and take it right? You're gonna let the big bad wolf fuck your brains out? Yea?” Your fingers dig into the ground and you nod as best as you can with your cheek shoved against the floor.

He’s unhappy with the silent answer and bares his teeth, sinking them into your shoulder with a growl to “Use your words.”

“Y-Yes! Please, Chris!”

“Goood girl. Just sit there and take this fucking dick. Let Wolfy use you like the good chew toy you are.” The new name makes you clench tightly around him and he groans as you cum, causing the squelching noises to become even louder. He moans and nuzzles his face into your neck, leaving small kisses before he chomps down again.

The overstimulation is starting to hit and you cry out, desperately pushing against the ground in hopes of pushing your torso up and off the floor. But that’s not what good toys do. So he growls against your neck and pushes you down, wrapping a hand around the back of your neck to keep you in place as he fixes his posture.

“No. You’re gonna sit still. Good toys don’t fucking move. I can’t knot you if you’re misbehaving.” As if to prove his point, his other hand digs into your waist, holding you even more still as he rams into you.

Thanks to his thick tip incessantly knocking into your cervix, you don’t process what he says right away. At least, not until you feel an extra mass pushing against your swollen folds. “W-Wait, your knot?!?”

You hear his earrings jingle as he tilts his head and you can almost hear the shit-eating grin on his face as he mocks you. “Yes, my knot. You’re gonna take it inside of this tight. little. cunt. And you’re going to take every last drop of my cum.” You go to disagree but your body reacts on its own, clenching around him and trying to suck him in impossibly deeper.

“F-Fuck- feels like you do like that idea, baby.” He grits his teeth and starts to focus on sharp thrusts. Once his knot finally breaches your hole, you sob into your arm and bite into it to hold back a scream.

He whines and grinds into you, rubbing against your G-spot roughly as he pushes himself over the edge. You can feel his breath on your neck, heavy and heaving as he pumps you full of his seed. His body shakes with each spurt of cum he releases, and the overwhelming movements are enough to push you over the edge again; the needy grinding from him mixed with the mind-numbing feeling of being overfilled, yet forced to hold every last bit, pushing you towards another orgasm.

“Mmmm… Hold it there, yeah? Keep my pups nice and safe in their new home, and I’ll let you take as many plants as you want. Deal, Little Red?”

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WHO ELSE?

desc.. who else could you trust to take your virginity, besides your best friend?

tws / tags.. wc 5k. nsfw. minors dni. best friend! oikawa. manipulation. virginity loss. mention of blowjobs. oral (f receiving). praise. mentions of voyeurism. size kink. corruption kink. breeding kink.

the line between flirtation and friendship has always been blurred between you and oikawa.

you were aware of his subtle clinginess with his other friends, like iwaizumi or his aoba johsai teammates, but with you, this clinginess seemed to verge on protectiveness. he'd stand behind you and drape his arms over your shoulders at every given oppertunity, even when you were mid-conversation with someone else. he'd blow you kisses from the court during his volleyball games. similarly, he'd frequently ask for a peck on the cheek from you before his big games because you were his 'good luck charm'. and unbeknownst to you, he'd glare daggers at any guy that would try to hit on you.

but you brushed all this off as typical oikawa behaviour. perhaps he was a bit fliratious, however it was surely unintentional and a part of his naturally playful and charming personality. or at least, that's what you told yourself.

the two of you have been hanging out a lot recently, ever since he signed a contract to join atlético san juan. his flight to argentina was in less than a month now, so you were basically inseperable — trying to make the most of the little time you had left together.

you were both sat at opposite ends of the couch, his legs were outstretched across the majority length of the sofa, and yours were folded as you leaned back against the armrest. there was a movie playing on the tv, which oikawa was immersed in, but you seemed to have lost interest — instead, your attention was held by whatever was going on in your phone. it didn't take long for oikawa to notice the distraction, and what alarmed him was that worried look on your face, accompanied by the rapid typing action of your thumbs. who could you possibly be texting at midnight?

he pounced forward rapidly, with such speed and agility that you weren't able to react in time, and he was able to pluck your phone straight out of your hands. "(y/n), you're not even watching the movie." he whined, standing with one leg knelt on the couch, "who's got you so stressed, huh?"

"toru!" you squealed, leaping up and trying to wrestle your phone out of his hand, but all he needed to do was place his outstretched hand on your head, and that was enough to keep you at arms-length while you continued to feebly swipe at him, "give it back!"

with his other hand, he lifted the phone to his face and squinted to read the text without his glasses. "hmm," his face contorted with disgust as soon as he realised it was a guy you had been messaging. and his expression only grew more sour as he read the context of your discussion.

he could infer from the texts that this guy must have been your partner for some old project that you did in high school, but you've long since graduated so it already pissed him off that you were still talking to an old classmate. anyway, there was clearly some coquetry going on in the conversation, and you were responsive to it. however, in the newer messages, the ones from tonight, the guy suggested you swing round his apartment and there was an obvious intention behind his invitation. you responded apprehenivsely, yet he continued to attempt to persuade you. classic situationship.

eventually, you gave up trying to grab your phone back and just slumped onto the couch and buried your face into your hands from embarrassment and shame. "toru.. don't read it.."

once he was done, he glanced down and your dejected form and his grimace was quickly replaced with a soft, reassuring smile, as he sat himself down beside you, wrapping his arms around your shoulders and gently caressing your arm. "baby, if that gross guy was making you uncomfortable, why didn't you just tell me? you know i would've sorted it out for you." he cooed.

you shook your head, and lowered your hands to gaze up at your friend with watery eyes — which caused him to silently swoon at your sweet, innocent face. "he wasn't making me uncomfortable. i really like him and i enjoy talking to him. i just—" you stutter, and oikawa caringly brushed a stand of hair away from your face, and looks at you with a love in his eyes that reminds you that he's your best friend and you can tell him anything, "i just don't know if i'm ready to go all the way with him. he seems like a great guy and we have chemistry but i've not seen him in-person since high school. and this is going to be my first time so— i don't know, i think it'd be better if we had more of a physical connection first."

"awhh, sweetheart," oikawa cooed, wrapping your head fully in his strong arms and holding it against his chest, "i get it. you shouldn't rush into these kinds of things with guys you barely know."

"i do know him!" you argued, though your voice was largely muffled by your cheek smooshed against his chest, "we've known each other for years. it's just we've been apart for a while."

"that's what you think, angel." oikawa said, stroking your hair and running his slender fingers against your scalp, "but guys pretend to be people they're not. especially to get in bed with pretty girls like you."

"really?"

"yeah, they do it all the time. some of them are just better actors than others." he explains, with a sinister sweetness his voice, "you were right to turn him down. you're a smart girl, y'know."

"hmm." you hummed against his shirt, embracing the warmth and the peaceful rhythm of his chest expanding and deflating. maybe oikawa was a right; his is man after all, he's probably a lot more well-versed in male culture than you. plus, you've always been told that you are far too trusting, perhaps this is another instance of you missing the red flags from the guy you've been messaging.

"you don't have to worry about your first time, anyway. i'll make sure you're safe and comfortable and pleasured." he comments, and his grip on you tightens as he speaks.

"huh?" your body tenses, and you pull away from him, looking up at him with furrowed brows. "what do you mean? you'll find me a boyfriend?"

oikawa is startled by your sudden movement at first, but then he just laughs, "what? no. women usually lose their virginity to their closest male friend. if they have one." oikawa places one hand on your shoulder, and there is a concerned glint in his full brown eyes, "you have girl friends, don't you? haven't they ever mentioned it before?"

you do have friends who are women, but most of them either have long-term boyfriends since middle-school or don't really mention their love/sex-life at all. so all you're able to do is press your lips together in a thin line and bashfully shake your head.

"eh, well, that's fine. not many people openly talk about their first time." he reassured you with a kind smile, "i thought you might've heard about it by now. but it's not a law or anything. it's hard to describe."

"like an unspoken social norm?"

"exactly." oikawa agreed, bopping you on the nose, at which you scrunched your features instinctively. "who else knows you like i do? that you trust enough to see you naked and vulnerable?" his voice was low and seductive, and his mesmerising hypnotic eyes were glued to your pretty face. you were so cute and visibly flustered by the proposition.

oikawa has always known more about unspoken social conventions than you, so you trust that this 'norm' of girls having their first time with their best friends was real. plus, it did make a lot of sense. he's known you for so long, hence you've grown comfortable with his hands on your body. for the most part his touches are innocuous, but sometimes, only when you're home alone together or away from the prying eyes of others, he'll place his hand riskily high up the back of your thigh. if you're wearing a skirt, he may even slip beneath the fabric until his hand his undoubtably planted on your ass. the fabric of your panties coming into contact with the tips of his fingers. neither of you ever really mentioned it though, or made a big deal about it. despite the fact it did arouse you slightly, and causing a faint tickling sensation in the base of your stomach, you just chalked up his risque grabbing to his playful personality. he probably just wanted to get a reaction out of you. which he did, as he could feel you stiffen within his grasp, but you would never chide or reprimand him — or even acknowledged it.

anyway, all that to say, he has a long history of feeling you up, hence sharing your first time with him might not be such a bad idea, as you know for certain you'll be okay with and maybe even comforted by his strong hands on your body. he's a little perv who liked to 'accidentally' walk in on you changing or while you're in the shower, then blame you for it because you forgot to lock the door and thus were basically begging for someone to walk in on you. ( and little did you know, those images of you were seared into his mind, and he'd jack off them that same night.) therefore, he's seen you naked plenty of times.

he really was the optimal candidate.

oikawa's heart beat was galloping (he prayed you couldn't hear it, despite how close you were to his chest) and the rate only grew more furious the longer you remained silent, staring up at him with a thoughtful expression of uncertainity.

"i've been your best friend for so long, honey. since we were both tiny. before we even knew what sex was. who else would treat you like the princess you are?" he reasoned, mostly calm but if you listened closely you could hear a sliver of desperation bubbling in his throat. "remember when you asked me if you could practise giving blowjobs? i've always been here for you, haven't i?"

(you internally cringe at the reminder. you had a crush on a boy and were certain the only way he'd like you is if you gave him good head, so you asked oikawa if he'd let you practise on him first. he agreed; enjoyed it and even gave you pointers when you were done. but somehow, he convinced you that the guy you had a crush on wasn't worth it anyway, and reassured you that you don't need to give bjs to get guys to like you. thus, you never furthered your pursuit of your crush.)

you nod in response to his question, and he continues, "i'm always nice to you and we've been through so much together. is there any other man in the world who deserves to take your virginity?"

"i—" you stutter. it felt like a trick question. you didn't know many other guys, and the ones you did, you weren't sure if they were deserving of your body or not. what even constitutes as 'deserving'. "i don't think so."

slowly oikawa sat down on the couch and you kept the current position, with your head against his chest, except he pulled you onto his lap. legs spread so he could ghost his hands over your clothed heat. "i don't know if you realise this, (y/n). if you don't, then i guess i don't tell you it enough, but you're so hot. everything about you. your face, your body, your voice, your personality — everything. and you're a virgin with a tight little pussy. there's some sick perverts out there who like to take advantage of women like you. and the worst part is, you probably wouldn't be able to recognise one until it's too late."

"that would be gross." the thought alone made you shudder. thus, oikawa had to soothe you with kind strokes on the back of your thighs.

"yeah. so why take that risk? when you've got someone like me. who's honest, loyal and would die for you." his eyes are glossy and his voice almost cracks, then he sighs, "it doesn't have to be tonight, angel. just think about it."

you nod, and his hands keep wandering. they excite you without making direct contact with your pussy. for the most part, his palms massage your inner thigh, except for when his thumbs would roguishly graze against your covered folds. but even that was enough to set your insides ablaze.

your bodies reaction to his benign touch was enough to solidify the notion you've been considering, "i'm ready, toru." you mumble into his shirt.

"what?" he asks, carefully pushing your shoulder away so you could speak clearly without the interference of his chest. his eyebrows were raised, and he said, "what was that, princess?"

"i'm ready, toru." you repeated, equally as skittishly as before. but oikawa had long since evolved super-human hearing to compensate for you shyness.

"ready for what, angel?" now it was his turn to play coy.

"to have sex with you." you speak as firmly as you can, yet your voice shakes with frustration as you ball his shirt in your fists. "can we.. do it tonight?"

oikawa's breath hitched, and you could feel the staggered motion under your hands. his shimmering eyes widen, and his lips pull into a smirk, "so eager, baby." he teases, in his usual sing-songy tone. one of his hands is positions around your waist to hold you in place upon his lap, while the other shamelessly palms at your clothed cunt, relishing in the feeling of your soft folds through your panties. "tonight? do you really think you're ready for it?"

"mhm." you nod shyly, hiding behind the sleeve of your hoodie.

his fingers move roughly against your panties, as though he's trying to memorise every inch of your cunt with his hands before he takes a look. "are you sure you don't want to wait a bit? think about it some more before you—"

"i'm telling you want i want, toru." you whine into your sleeve, lightly grinding against his hand, desperate for his touch. "please."

oikawa clicked his tongue. he didn't want to faciliate you rushing into something so drastic for the wrong reasons, but if you're certain that you want your guts rearranged, then oikawa will happily oblige. that's not an offer he'd ever decline. "if you say so, princess. anything for you." both his hands trail up your body to cup your face in his hands and pull you in for a deep kiss.

your lips press together, but due to the erection aching in his joggers, he didn't have the patience for much foreplay. the kissing and making out lasted for less than minute before he rasped against your lips, "lie down for me."

wordlessly, you shuffle off his lap and lay back on the couch, your arms bent and tucked behind you to hold your torso up. your legs are still draped over him, until he stands up, only to kneel back down on the couch, but this time between your legs, allowing one to hang off the seat, and holding the other one by your ankle, against his shoulder.

because you were wearing a massively oversized hoodie, the length of which reached your mid-thigh, you opted agaimst wearing shorts. thus, you were laid out in front of him with your legs spread to reveal your damp black panties clad to your pussy. he couldn't help but lick his lips slightly at the sight, "so adorable. take that top off for me, cutie."

you hum in response, and while you are squirming around on the couch and pulling your hoodie over your head, oikawa's hand slides back down between your legs and continues his ruthless massage on your folds. it was just so soft and needy, and he loves it when his fingers would get submerged between your plush pussy lips. not to mention that by now, the fabric was so wet it might just dissolve or fall to pieces.

he let out a relieved sigh once your hoodie had finally been removed and cast aside on the floor. as he anticipated, you weren't wearing anything underneath. so now, he had you beneath him on the couch, wearing nothing but your panties and a sheepish expression. "awh, don't be shy, (y/n). it's just me." he sung down at you, in a tone that was somehow mocking yet sickeningly sweet.

your pebbled nipples were pointing at him, begging for attention. naturally, he allowed himself to succumb to years of temptation and leaned down to place a fleeting kiss upon one, then latch his lips around it and begin to gently suck. all while the rolling your other nipple between his fingers and tugging on it.

he lost him himself as he suckled on your tit for a minute before he heard you whimper, which caused him to stop and look up at your face, which was being shielded by your hands. "what's the matter?"

"it's embarrassing, toru.."

"baby, you've got nothing to be embarrassed about!" he insisted, but his claim probably wasn't aided by the fact he was still idly pinching your nipple, "i've seen you naked hundreds of times before. and you've got the most gorgeous body i've ever seen. so hot you could be on the cover of playboy or something." as words exitted his mouth, you could visibly see the glimmer of an idea forming behind his eyes as he reaches back into the pocket of his joggers, "in fact, why don't i take a pic and we can use it on your applicatio—"

"toru!" you squealed, causing him to immediately halt in his tracks and pout.

"not even a photo so we can remember this occasion?" he tilted his head and asked innocently, "so we can look back on (y/n)'s first time getting her guts rearranged?" his eyes widened with excitement as he spoke, "we could even get pictures of before and after your creampie?"

"no.."

"aw, but look at your sweet little face." he gushed as he squeezed your cheeks in his hand, "i'd do anything to keep an image of that with me forever. so it can be the last thing i see before i die."

you huffed out an impatient sigh through your nose. you suppose this is your instant karma for begging your annoying best friend to fuck you, huh? "then just remember it, dummy."

"tsk. so mean." he tutted, shaking his head disapprovingly.

then, without warning, he hooked his fingers under the hips of your pantie and tore it clean off. in his defense, he intended to simply pull it off normally, but perhaps he was a bit too vigorous — and he should've anticipated that the skimpy piece of fabric wouldn't have been awfully robust.

"look at you," he muses, fingers rubbing your newly exposed folds, basking in the softness of your skin and just how juicy you are for him already, "your pussy is just as pretty as i thought she'd be." his gaze decends from your sticky lips until it befalls a sight for sore eyes. "mph, and that tight virgin hole. so wet, she's begging for some dick, huh?"

the pads of his fingers taunt your enterance, then he leans forward to press a fat, sloppy kiss aginst your folds, inching downwards until you can feel him exhale against your hole. his hot breath tickled your skin and highlighted the thick layer of slick that coated your cunt. "i've been wanting to taste you for so long, baby." oikawa admitted, lips still pressed to your pussy, "so glad you made the right choice. no one else knows your beautiful body like i do." he raspes, vibrating his middle finger skilfully against your clit, "can't let just any loser into that precious hole of yours."

"no.. has to be my favourite loser." you say through stifled moans.

"ha. very funny." he snags your clit between his fingers and pinches it slightly, causing to arch into erotically painful touch. his eyes are glued to your angelic, yearning figure while his tongue laps eagerly at your folds, but he doesn't dare penetrate your pussy yet — despite how it glistens with slick and tempts him.

no, that honour is reserved solely for his dick.

eventually, his mouth parts from your raw cunt, leaving a dirty mix of his saliva and your juices drooling down your thighs and ass, onto the couch. while you struggled to catch your breath from intense stimulation of his tongue and fingers, oikawa kneeled upright and worked on freeing his aching cock from the ocnfines of his briefs and sweatpants.

soon enough, his fat erection was being guided to your hole; he prodded your wrinkled enterance gently, and smiled down at you as he felt it kiss his tip. "ready, (y/n)?"

you watched his large frame through hooded eyes, he towered over your exposed body and let his eyes wander over every last inch of you. a voice inside your mind intructed you to be embarrassed or ashamed about being in such a vulnerable and compromising, yet you couldn't bring yourself to feel that way. not when you were with someone you know you're safe; who you've always been comfortable around.

sitting up slightly, you peer down between your legs and see his massive length as it grazes against your unprepped, unexperienced pussy. the contrast filled you with anixety, or excitement. either way, there was a molden knot forming in the pit of your stomach. "i don't know if i can.." you croak, eyebrows knitting together, "will it hurt, toru?"

"you should be fine, girls are desgined for this sorta thing." he chuckles slightly, cupping your cheek with his hand and dusting your cheekbone with his thumb, "even if it does hurt, i'll be right here with you the whole time. okay, princess?"

"okay.."

"so, are you ready?" he shifts his hands to the back of your thigh.

"mhm."

without further instruction, oikawa roughly circles your clit with his thumb in order to gather the slick around your folds, then smears it over your hole. his cock taps against your enterance, and he pushes in, little by little. "fuck, so tight. such a perfect pussy." he garbles, as your cunt seals around his bulbous tip. your initial arousal allowed him to slip the head of his cock inside your virgin hole with relative ease, but managing the rest of his length was a near impossible challenge.

his fingers dug into your hips and his eyes were screwed shut (as were yours) as he leaned in and your cunt slowly consumed him. your jaw hung open as it felt like his monster cock was progressively slicing you open, while he uttered profanities under his breath and hoped he wouldn't nut right there and then.

by the time he bottomed out, your insides were fully saturated with his dick, and he was essentially gasping for air. " 'it's too much.." you whimper at the way his length pushes against your constrictive walls in a confusing mix of pain and pleasure. " 'm too full."

"you'll get used to it, baby." oikawa pants with a weak smirk, his fingers flicking and teasing your sensitive clit, "you know you're little pussy belongs to me now, and we'll be doing this often." he laughs to himself at the way your squirm under him, "you'll forget what it feels like to not have my dick in you."

"i can't.." you insist, writhing around, which only causes more friction against your tender, thus making you moan out, "you're too big! i can't take it all.."

"angel.." he coos, stroking your waist with his strong hand, "just relax, you're okay. close your eyes and enjoy it." he continues to rub all over your body, from your hips to your scalp to your tits, all while repeating variou reassuring phrases. "c'mon, deep breaths, pretty girl. i'm right here." if you didn't know him so well, it would almot sound condescending with how much he adores you.

once your walls relax their lethal grip on his cock, he lets out a hitched breath and hums, "you're doing so well. just let me take care of you now." he praises, then glancing down at your drooling entrance hugging the base of his dick, "i'm gonna start moving now, okay?"

you're not even spared a moment to respond before his hips begin to roll into yours, and you enjoy the addicting movement of his cock dragging through your walls. at first it's difficult, but he holds you in place by your waist and soon you're moaning wildly and anticipating every fierce thrust of his length into your tight hole.

your toes curl at the way he pierces into you mercilessly. although oikawa's absorded in the way your cunt clings to his throbbing cock and brings him the satisfaction he's been yearning for, he can't help but be entranced by the way your expression dissolves into something so uncharacteristically obscene — with your jaw gone slack and your eyes rolling back in your head. not the mention the way your tits bounce with every rough thrust. you're everything he's ever dreamed of and more.

"how's that, angel? you like that?" he grunts, not allowing his ruthless pace to falter for even a moment as he talks.

"mhm." you somehow manage, despite how his length has scrambled every coherent thought in your brain, and left you a cock-drunk mess. "more, toru! p— please!"

"so needy for a virgin." he remarks, yet he does as you request, and speeds up his already frantic pace, until his balls are slapping loudly against your ass every half second.

your walls contort to accomodate his whole cock, a delicious stretch that contributes to the growing heat in your abdomen whenever he forces himself inside you.

"don't be so quiet, baby. it's just you and me." he says through gritted teeth, "let it out. want to hear that cute voice."

you do as your told, and lowers your inhibitions. previously stifling yourself, now you're whining and almost screaming every time he rams his fat cock into your cunt, sending jolts of electric up your spine. partially due to his command, but mostly because you're struggling to contain yourself anymore, the pleasure is just growing too much and too fast.

"mmph, 'kawa. i need you.. fuck, i need you s' bad." you mewl, feebly bucking your hips against his, but the rate his dick pounding into you supercedes your weak hip-jutting.

"i need you too, baby." his nails dig into your skin, almost breaking flesh, " 'm close already. your pussy is too good.." it was like it was tailored just for him. a cock sleeve that he could just about fit inside. the prettiest, most naive cumdump he's ever seen.

your breaths hitch in unison as his climax comes crashing over him, and his hot seed comes flooding into your tight hole. despite the mass amount of bliss washing over him, both from his high and your clenched cunt, he persists and continues to drill into you, fucking you through his own orgasm. though his thrusts were far more sporadic and straggered, but his cum being pushed into the deepest parts of you felt so good. it's like there was a sticky layer of him painting your whole inside.

"shit.." he chokes on his own words, light-headed from the way your perfect cunt still holds a powerful grip on his emptied dick. "h— how was that, princess? for your first time?"

your body was petrified with pleasure, your nails still stuck in couch cushions, "good.." you pant. it was far better than 'good'. sex with oikawa may have sent you to an alternative spiritual plane of existence. but you couldn't seem to convey that right now, so you settled for 'good'.

his hot cum dribbling from your used hole and onto the couch was a an intoxicatingly dirty sensation; it was all you could focus on. "thanks for helping me.." you mumble.

"don't mention it. that's what best friends are for."

"maybe after a few more practise rounds, i'll be ready for when you leave to go to argentina." you admit shyly, closing your legs slowly in a coy attempt to contain his cum within you, but his hand resting on your knee prevented you from fully doing so.

"what do you mean?" oikawa asked with furrowed brows.

"y'know.." you start, finding it hard to meet his penetrating gaze over such a taboo topic, "like having sex after you leave. so i'm not celibate for the rest of my life."

"oh, my sweet innocent angel.." he tuts, face pulling into a pitiful frown, and his tone suggests that he knows something you don't, so you urge him to elaborate.

"what?"

"don't you know? now that've you've lost your virginity, most guys might not want to sleep with you." he explains with a pout.

"seriously?"

"yeah.. they might think you're too slutty, or something like that." he could tell you were visibly upset by the revelation, so he is swift to continue, "but don't worry, i don't think that about you! so you can have sex with me."

you fold your arms over your chest and huff, at which he tries to console you further, "awh, c'mon, it's not so bad! i will made sure i visit you at least once a month, okay?" he shallowly thumbs your stuffed hole, "so don't miss me too much."

"i don't know if you're being honest, toru.." you retort, tone laced with suspicion, "why would guys think i'm a whore after having sex with one man? i doesn't make sense."

"believe what you want, princess." he shrugs, placing a final kiss upon your puffy folds, "but you know i'm just trying to protect you."

[sttoru]

⠀ 𝝑𝑒 ⠀⠀ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒. toji cannot wait to break in his virgin girlfriend—though until then, he’ll settle for simply teasing you until you’re a trembling mess.

tags. toji fushiguro x virgin!female reader. smut, pwp. age gap (reader early 20’s, toji early 30’s). corruption kink. dry humping? cum play. size difference. reader gets called ‘princess, doll’ queued

toji loves to tease you—you know that very well. he thrives off your reactions to his dirty words, the subtle yet naughty touches that he sneaks in during conversations, the seductive glint in his half lidded eyes whenever you’re around . . he knows what he’s doing.

even more so when you’re in his bed at night. you usually cuddle, sometimes make out and grind against each other, but nothing too lewd yet. toji doesn’t mind waiting to get a taste of you. he knows it will be worth the wait at the end.

but oh—is it difficult. so, so difficult. especially when you allow him access to more parts of your body.

“shit, princess,” he pants, hissing a bit when the mushroom tip of his cock bumps against your clothed clit, “y’re gettin’ so wet, huh? just by looking at my cock ‘n feeling it rub against your pussy.”

your cotton panties surely are damp with arousal; from both toji and you. his pre-cum mixes with your juices, ruining your favorite pair of panties. the wet spot forming near your slit only gets darker and darker the more you allow toji to rub his dick back and forth over your cunt.

“mngh—fuck. need you,” you whine, unable to fight the urge to buck your hips against his fat cock. your eyes dart up to your boyfriend to express your neediness, but he grabs your nape and guides your gaze back to his red tip pushing against your sloppy underwear.

toji lets out a dry chuckle. “i know y’ do. y’r pussy told me that long time ago,” he comments while he watches your adorable reactions to him pushing and pulling his cock from your clothed pussy. he’s only interested in you—the way your eyes glisten with tears and pleasure.

if it isn’t for his self control, he would have fucked you by now. but he’ll patiently wait until the perfect timing to push through that invisible wall, to pop your cherry while he looks you in the eyes, taking that innocence from you that he oh-so loves.

“want my cock, doll?” toji asks with a wicked grin. his large hands runs over your chest to your tummy. he guides his shaft over to your belly, measuring how much of your insides it would fill. “mm, yeah—would mess you up pretty bad,” he hums as the tip reaches your belly button. even further than that.

the thought excites the older man. to be your first, the first man who’ll mould your pussy to only fit his cock. no one else will have the honor of stripping you from your virginity.

“want it. want it all the way inside me,” you reply back, voice shaking with excitement. you’re going to cum soon from him simply grinding against your clothed cunt. your poor clit is continuously being circled and bumped against by his tip and it’s driving you crazy.

toji swallows thickly. “don’t ya tempt me like that,” he warns you in a dark tone. he runs a rough finger over your wet panties, keeping your legs spread wide with his knees. he easily finds your little hole as the cotton material sticks to your pussy, showing the outlines of your lips.

“might just push in here. .” toji murmurs as he positions the leaking head of his dick against your covered entrance, “. . and fill you up while hearing you scream my name. sounds good, ay?”

you gasp and feel your cunt clench around nothing. his hips move back and forth, shallow thrusts against the barrier that is your panties, mimicking the real thing. “y-yeah—oh, ‘m g’nna cum,” your heart rate picks up as your back arches off the mattress.

toji raises an eyebrow, secretly finding it endearing how that is the action that pushes you over the edge. you’re so adorable; simply thinking of him actually fucking you senseless and the feeling of his tip seeking your pussy is enough.

“aww, she’s gonna cum,” the dark-haired man snickers after mocking you. toji gauges your reactions and grins when he sees your head rolling back against the pillow.

“do y’ wanna cum together? we can,” he smirks as he leans down to intertwine your hands—playing the role of the gentle boyfriend who’s having sex with his girlfriend for the first time. he’s trying to give you the full experience while not actually giving it to you yet.

“y-yes, wanna cum together,” you nod mindlessly, your mouth feeling dry. you squeeze your eyes shut while also holding tightly onto toji’s hand. your pussy tightens up around air while your hips buck up to meet toji’s thrusts against your covered, wet hole.

“c-close—ngh, toji!” your eyes widen once his tip pressing snugly between your pussy lips. for a second it felt like his cock had successfully breached through your panties. that short-lived moment is enough to push you over the edge and cum on spot.

toji witnesses the bliss in your facial expression and he groans. “fuckkk—take it. g’nna cum all over ya princess,” he presses his hips firmly against yours, his full length resting right between your wet folds, ropes of cum spurting out of his aching tip.

you feel the sticky liquid stain your belly, running down to the waistband of your panties and even staining the front part. your choked up moans are music to your boyfriend’s ears while he calms down from his own orgasm.

his big biceps tremble as he holds himself up above you, grinning from ear to ear. “keheh, made a mess out of you,” toji’s voice is filled with pride. he lets you cling onto him for as long as you need to.

his eyes dart down to the sticky mess on your tummy and panties. the older man leans back on his knees to admire the view. he really couldn’t wait to actually slide inside of your tight cunt—but this will suffice for now. the sight of his cute girlfriend trembling and whimpering beneath him makes up for everything.

his fingers hook around the waistband of your panties. “can i look, doll?” toji asks in a gruff voice, desparate to see your glistening cunt. you weakly nod and he doesn’t waste any more time.

the sight greeting him when he pulls your underwear down is nearly enough to make him cum again. your juices are everywhere, multiple strings of wetness connecting your pussy to your panties. they snap one after the other as your panties are slowly removed.

“oh, y’re such a messy girl,” toji sighs, leaning down to kiss your tummy, licking up some of his own cum. you shiver and your hands dart out to hold onto his black hair. he chuckles at the gesture, humming in acknowledgement.

his eyes darken when he catches a glimpse of your sopping pussy again. he’s so close to it — so extremely close. his gaze darts over to a drop of his cum that threatens to slide down and over your clit. the heat and smell of your cunt is driving that man to the brink of insanity.

toji lolls his tongue out, eyes glistening with desire while he pushes your legs up and over his shoulders, big hands holding onto your hips. drool gathers in the corners of his mouth as his face hovers right between your legs;

“mind if i have a taste of you, princess? jus’ a quick one, i promise.”