ê° SYNOPSIS ê± : devious visions have haunted your dreams every night and chase off your sleep. itâs finally time you crack and beg your priest to save you.
ê° CONTENTS ê± : MDNI. f!reader, innocent reader, corruption, coercion, virginity loss (reader), power play dynamic, minor alcohol consumption, sacrilegious themes, religious themes, fingering, praise, unprotected sex, creampie, crocodile is manipulative and perverted throughout it all â WC : 2.6k
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out of your house and into the darkness of night, you run towards the only place thatâs ever brought you sanctuary. the wind whips against your face, a storm raging on â everything that should be a sign to stay indoors gets tossed aside as your mind floods with visions. the ones that haunt your dreams every night and leave you lying in a cold sweat, yearning for something youâve never had.
not even the harsh sting of the cold water kicking up against your bare legs can break you away from your forbidden longing. narrowly dodging each puddle only to stumble like a fawn learning how to walk on a smooth sheet of ice.
the rain clings to your white nightgown, the coat you hastily threw on already soaked through as you see the glimmer of light in the distance â the lantern above the church door still burning despite it all. you just prayed he was still awake.
you burst through the doors in a frenzy of distressed momentum, eyes scanning the space as you see father crocodile standing by one of the altars, lighting his candles. the soft glow that kisses the air around him is the beacon of hope you had been searching for. his attention quickly turns towards you as a bolt of lightning strikes nearby, illuminating you in its sharp light.
you, the poor, shivering little thing that looked just as lost as the day you first came to him.
âfather.â you rasp out, your hand pushing the door closed behind you before the wind takes it â slamming it shut, the noise dissolving into a boom of thunder. âfather, please help me.â
âwhat is it, my child?â his voice was deep, somewhat slurred as he made his way over, towering over your presence â his height as otherworldly as ever.
âthe visions, they came back.â you all but whimper, shame dousing you and making you colder than the rain that was seeping through your bones. âbut iâm scared theyâre getting worse.â
âi see.â always curt with his words, a glint of something all knowing twinkles in his deep purple eyes. the warm, welcoming palm of his hand rests on your frigid shoulder, thumb smoothing a circle over the sliver of exposed skin as your coat slides down. âletâs get you comfortable before we discuss what youâve been seeing.â
with a small nod, he leads you toward the center of the church, an all too familiar place that already has your nerves calming down. but the fire that was still coursing through you was hotter than ever.
crocodile smoothly takes off your drenched coat, opting to remove the black coat he normally wears as well, prepping it to cover you. but his eyes trail over your figure before he does, the way your nightgown was almost transparent against your skin, pert nipples pushing against the fabric.
the moment his jacket wraps around your shoulders, your senses are invaded by his scent. something smokey, a deep musk wraps around you in a sinful delight that only fuels the fire deep in your gut.
slowly, crocodile eases you down on the pew in the front row, the harsh wood was as sturdy as ever â a welcomed feeling as you sit down. as you do, you hear something clink against the sea coming from the pocket of his coat. curiously, you reach down and feel something metallic, pulling it out as crocodile sits next to you â sturdy thighs brushing against yours.
âwhatâs this?â it barely fits in the palm of your hand, fingers not able to wrap around it. it jostles, liquid clearly residing in it.
âitâs alcohol.â he answers, hand wrapping around yours and the flask. âitâs often used as medicine to clean wounds. sometimes we must drink it in order to cleanse our bodies. would you like some?â
âis that what youâd advise?â you look up at him, eyes wide with a shaky hand, trembling under his intensity, foreign feelings swirling throughout you and drowning you under his gaze.
âit is.â he gently takes the flask out of your hand, twirling the top off. âopen your mouth.â
you do as he says â you always do. a devotee that would never go against his counsel. hanging onto every word he says, everything he asks, without question. crocodile could barely hide the smug smirk that tried to crack through his stoic priest mask.
the liquid burns as it runs down your throat, trying to gulp it down quickly as more rushes down. you splutter in protest, the sensation filling your nostrils. swiftly, crocodile pulls back, tucking the flask away as his thumb reaches up to wipe the liquor that spilled down the side of your mouth.
ânow,â your priest licks his thumb, savoring the taste for a moment. âtell me what happened.â
âoh,â you curl into yourself a bit, embarrassment prickling at your cheeks. âit was a dream, the kind you warned me about before.â
âyou must give me every detail otherwise i will not be able to help you.â his voice is stern, eyes crinkling at the edges with a distant softness heâs started to show around you.
âyou were the object of my dream, father. the things you were doing to meââ you stop, looking away in utter shame. crocodile had been so good to you, teaching you how to expel sin from your body by being baptized in his office, teaching you ways to resist temptation by giving into it only a little â and only to him. admitting to this dream would mean you failed, his guidance going to waste.
âgo on.â he pushes, heavy palm falling to your thigh and rubbing comforting circles against your still frigid skin.
âi was laying down and your ââ your eyes flit to his lower section before you swallow down the rest of your shame along with the burn that lingered in your throat. âyour cock was inside of me. but this time, it wasnât in my mouth.â
âand where was it?â if at all possible, he grew closer, the faint scent of alcohol on his breath fanning over your face. âshow me.â
âit was here.â your voice trembles, hand covering the one he had on your thigh and slowly moving it up towards your core, under your thin nightgown â to the place that was burning for him, the dream igniting it into flames that you didnât know how to put out. âright here.â
âi see.â he nods, eyes glued to the spot between your legs. his knuckle runs along your underwear, your essence soaking through the fabric as he glides along, causing your body to shudder. âand how did you feel?â
âwell i-â your sentence is cut off by a startled moan, his finger moving under the fabric and pressing against your slick folds. everything felt so wet down there, a direct juxtaposition to the flames that licked at your core, edging you to some place you had only dreamed about.
âyou?â his expression is almost bored, keeping a straight face as he presses his finger into you. you quickly grab his wrist, trying to hold it steady as he keeps going, fueling the wildfire that lied within your soul.
âfeels good.â you manage to squeak out. âit felt good in my dream too.â
âdid it?â he presses. so many questions, so little answers. the only thing on your mind was the pleasure building in your abdomen, the foreign feeling lulling you higher.
crocodiles ministrations were precise, laced with experience and forbidden knowledge that had you itching to learn more. itâs like he could read your mind, receiving a divine message from god himself as he gives you what youâve been praying for.
âmhm.â you gasp as another finger slips into you, âyou were teaching me things, things that i havenât â ah â learned yet. things iâm not supposed to.â
âcurious little thing, arenât you?â crocodile practically purrs, the squelch of your cunt growing louder, combating the rain that still fell along the rooftop.
for just a moment, you let yourself get lost in it all. the way the storm persisted overhead, crocodiles deep and raspy voice curling around your ear. two fingers rubbing along your walls, stretching you in a fashion that youâve never known, feeling a strange level of fullness, new sensations rippling along your body with each thrust of his fingers.
his pace never falters, languidly pushing his digits in and out as he watches you intently, the way your eyes periodically squeeze shut in pleasure, lips parted as you breathe out a sigh of his name.
âcan you help me?â your other hand grips the edge of the pew, hips jutting toward his finger and chasing the steady rhythm he was feeding you. âplease?â
ânormally, iâd advise against following these visions. but since youâre with with me, one of god's most trusted disciples, we can find a suitable alternative.â he feeds you lies that are tainted with an ounce of truth, just enough to have you nod along as you writhe around in your spot, pleasure hazing your mind.
âwhatever you think i should do iâll â mmm â iâll do it.â your words spill into moans and crocodile finds himself getting drunk off of them.
âthese urges are normal, but only when you are wed.â he pushes as your hope diminishes.
âbut iâm not married.â tears brim along your lash line, frustration boiling from hanging on an edge that led to the unknown and the fact that you had no husband to fall back on.
âi know, but i will fill in for your husbands place, god will allow me to help you.â he decides out loud, even though his mind had been made up the moment you walked through those doors. crocodiles digits quicken their thrusts, causing you to yelp out. âall you need to do is surrender.â
with that, a blinding light that mustâve been the heavens themself paint your vision. the blood rushing through your ears are merely the angels singing to you, a soft lullaby that helps you float back down to earth.
your body had never felt so relaxed, so pliant. crocodiles fingers slip from between your legs and into his mouth, cleaning up the essence that coated them with a satisfied groan. he lets you curl into him for a moment as he picks you up, bringing you over to the altar that stood proudly in the center of his sanctuary.
thunder booms overhead, hiding the normally distinct click of a man undoing his belt. crocodileâs movements are practiced, but hasty. youâre still coming down from your high when he tugs your underwear down your legs, pressing the tip of his cock against your folds.
âbefore we begin,â your priest drags you closer towards the edge, legs dangling off the stone. âi must warn you that it may hurt, but this is the harsh way you must repent for your sins. do you understand?â
âyes, father.â you nod, his cock twitching against your clit, a burst of euphoria jolting through your body. âplease save me.â
just like in your dream, crocodile looms over you. rough hands prodding along your body as they trail down your side, tearing at your dress as they move. he grips your hips as he starts to slide in, splitting heaven and hell apart as he pushes forward.
the pain is more than you expected â especially compared to your dream, but you bare it. letting yourself repent for the sin.
itâs agonizing though, how slowly he goes, breaking you apart so he can pull you back together in god's will. fraying at the seams, youâre sure to lose your mind as everything feels red hot to the touch â the flames of hell licking along your back as you dance along the lines of purgatory, praying with all your might that crocodile will bring you back to the heights of heaven.
âfatherââ you gasp as everything clicks into place, his cock nestling deep within you, the pain subsiding as he coos down at you, murmurs of praise flowing from his lips.
ârelax,â he tucks his fingers under your chin, half lidded eyes set on you and youâve never been more desperate for a kiss in your life. âiâm here to save you now.â
crocodileâs hips pull back before snapping back into place, nudging a spot deep inside of you as he fills you back up. the pressure inside of you already threatening to snap, undergoing a rebirth that molds you to him, for him â forever bound in a way that marriage could never touch. ruined for any other man that would try to lay with you, when your cunt would only fit the shape of his cock.
his normally slicked back hair was tumbling forward out of place as his pace quickened, slivers slipping in front of his face as his focus remained on where the two of you were joined.
you mewl out, back arching as the pain subsides and euphoria starts to settle in your body. but crocodiles quick to push your back flat against the altar, keeping you locked into place as he starts to pound into you.
it was overwhelming, your mind being cleared of every thought. every virtue flown out of your head as well as every sin. just a state of contented bliss that only your priest and god could bring you.
the answer to all your prayers.
âhow does it feel?â crocodiles voice was raspier than ever, a dull growl that had you clenching around him. he grunted in return, grip tightening around you as your body jiggled in place.
âso, so good!â you cry out, droplets of devotion falling down your face, youâve never felt so whole in your life, so completely full of happiness.
crocodile doesnât say anything in return, just shutting his eyes, cock thrusting into you sporadically, letting himself get lost in the heavenly feel of your silken walls.
the thought of your purity now tainted by his hand sends him further into his frenzy, dreaming of all the ways he could have you now, all the ways you can bend to his will and fully turn you into his own little devotee.
his balls tighten as your body gives into itself, tightening around his cock and squeezing it as you cry out his name. not gods, his.
crocodile's hips stutter before he buries himself deep within you, filling you up with all of his cum.
for a moment it's silent. the storm outside had subsided, barely pattering along the roof now as the walls are filled with your heavy breathing, a dazed look in your eyes.
ânow.â he pulls out slowly, watching his cum spill out of you and along the altar. you whimper at the loss which only lets more of it fall out. âthank me.â
âthank you father.â you prop yourself up on your elbows, an earnest look on your face. crocodile watches you carefully as he tucks his cock back into his pants. âthank you for helping me absolve my sins.â
âof course.â he nods as you shakily get up, finding your footing on the wooden flooring, his cum trailing down your thigh.
you looked a mess, crocodile thinks. your nightgown in tatters, tears streaking down your face, legs trembling. absolutely devoid of purity. the innocence ripped from you and resided limply in his victorious hand.
just as he wanted.
âwhat happens now?â you ask, a shy look resting on your face as you avert your gaze. he chuckles, picking up the coat he had given you earlier, the one that fell off your shoulders when he took you to the altar. he wraps it back around you, the candlelight creating a halo around his head.
âyouâve been plagued by these visions for quite some time. this will only help for a while.â he frowns and dread fills you, worried that you really wonât be saved. âbut worry not, every night you will come to me and we will ensure they do not come back.â
âthank you, father.â you beam up at him, unadulterated trust and hope shining at him. a sick part wonders if he can break that too, but not yet. maybe not ever, heâs not sure.
the only thing heâs sure of is that you were his now and this was only the beginning.
warning(s):  panty stealing, male masturbation, nonconsensual listening (he purposefully listens in on the Reader getting it on), peeping (a hint), and slight obsessive behaviour, Kageyama is a perv in this, so be warned.
authors note:Â well, much like the Bokuto fic, this has finally arrived; and has taken just as long to complete. After the success of the Perv!Bokuto fic, figured I would continue on and make a series out of it - with the next character (due to popular demand) being Kageyama. If you like it, and want more, please let me know (and who you wanna see next), otherwise please enjoy this fun little piece with our favourite tsundere volleyball player~ đź
Having a roommate was a sensible thing.Â
It meant that bills and rent were split evenly, which in turn meant less stress on a young personâs life to make ends meet -Â to not have to worry as much about having enough to eat or being able to buy the important things in life - and it meant shared resources, things like appliances, necessities, and cleaning supplies; which meant not having to worry if youâll go without for long. And it especially made sense that an up-and-coming professional volleyball player would want a similar professional as a roommate.
At least, that was how Hinata Shoyo put it as he begged, nearly going to his knees, the taller raven-headed man, trying to convince his closest friend to get an apartment in the city with him.
And that was Hinataâs main point:, that he was a friend. One that Kageyama had known for years, which meant that not only were they in a similar boat together (having similar schedules, and professional careers), but Hinata was one of the few people Kageyama could stand being around for more than a few hours.Â
âSo come on please!?â Hinata cried out, clinging to the taller manâs shirt. âYou wonât get a better deal, 'cause I know you canât afford to live in the city yet! And do you really wanna chance moving in with a stranger that you canât stand!? That might have disgusting habits?â
And well, that was what sold it for Kageyama.
Within a month he was packed and standing in the middle of an empty apartment, with an over-eager red-head as they took the lay of their land; it wasnât a big place (a standard two-bedroom, one-bath) but there was room to breathe and get comfortable in. And, at the end of the day, if Kageyama had to be stuck living in a place like this and needed a roommate, Hinata was his first and only choice.
It didnât take long for things to be unpacked and for the dust to settle; because really there was only so much furniture two early twenty-somethings had to their name, but the principal remained the same - that a routine was formed, and rather quickly, that fit Kageyamaâs standards.
And really, how could it not? Kageyama would wake up, shower, eat breakfast, and be almost out the door by the time his roommate would finally wake up - meaning there would be no hindrance to the strict routine he wanted to keep and maintain further. And the same can be said whenever he finally got home, he was able to eat and get settled for the evening without too much fuss or interference; able to enjoy the living room, and the apartment as a whole, in peace and silence for a few hours. To allow him to recharge and be more prepared to deal with his more extroverted friend/roommate.Â
Thatâs what the weekends were for anyway, to let loose and enjoy life; and that was where Hinataâs presence was appreciated the most - how he was always able to convince him to step out of his comfort zone and try new things. Though Kageyama would be reluctant, would complain and think of any excuse to not go somewhere, he was always thankful at the end of the day to have someone who cared enough about his social life to not let it crumble. Almost strangers during the week, but roommates and friends when the weekend arrived - it was an ideal situation.
And then you showed up.
Appeared within the apartment without warning; sitting on his couch, on your phone, when he woke up one morning, getting ready to start his day and routine of training and maintaining his schedule; you even had the audacity to tell him, with a sickly sweet and obnoxious smile, coffee was made and ready if he wanted any - as if caffeine was good for an athlete. He left without a word, just a mere roll of his eyes and an annoyed scoff before leaving for the day; coming home later in the evening to give Hinata a piece of his mind.
The redhead was apologetic, as always, doing his best to apologize for the lack of proper warning. âThough, to be fair, she has been over before! You just were never around!â he tried to reason as if that made anything about the situation better. Hinata explained that he met you at a game; you were the one fan he remembered that night - cheering for him the loudest as they played another round-robin in their division - coming up to him afterward and offering him a celebratory drink; and hey, the man was only human.
One drink turned to two, then three, and soon, they spent the night chatting away; he even left with her phone number and the promise to see each other soon. After a few dates, Hinata proposed the idea of going steady, ââcause seriously dude, sheâs really an amazing girl! I couldnât pass up this chance and let her go!â Things were going pretty well, and after hanging out the night prior you decided to spend the night, that was all.
And it all made sense, one way or another, as to why you were there that morning; you weren't just some stranger in his home - you were a guest, his roommate's girlfriend. Though Kageyama found it hard to believe that the âamazing girlâ Hinata kept gushing about, kept going on and on until Kageyamâs eye would twitch in annoyance, could possibly be you.Â
Because you were a nuisance to his entire way of life. A constant hindrance and blockade in his way as he tried to go about his usual routine.
In the mornings, when he used to be the first and only one up, he would have the bathroom and kitchen to himself; to shower and eat in a timely fashion before heading out the door. Now, after you got comfortable staying the night, he would be lucky to make it to practice on time. You hogged the bathroom, your annoying humming as you brushed your teeth and did your hair took too long for Kageyamaâs liking - forcing him to use the kitchen sink to get rid of his morning breath. And if you werenât taking up the bathroom, you would be in the kitchen, monopolizing the space as you made breakfast; constantly getting in his way, dirtying as many of his dishes as you possibly could, and using up all his food that was in the fridgeâŠ; he canât help but roll his eyes, a scowl on his face, whenever you try to offer the sad excuse of a breakfast you had just created to him - he was always too angry to say anything to you when you did, he would just simply put his coat on and leave.
And it wasnât just the morning routine you would infiltrate and destroy;, oh no, you seemed to want to rip apart the entire routine - one that took him months to build and maintain. Now, when he would come home after a long day of training, of pushing his body to the utmost limit and wanting to do nothing more than relax in his living room (an area normally empty and silent most days of the week, to just breathe deeply and meditate for a few hours and recharge, was now ruined, as whenever he would walk through the door, there you were sitting on his couch, playing some obnoxious and loud game on your phone, and greeting him once again with that stupid giant smile on your face like youâre happy to see him. It made him stomp to his room annoyed and frustrated - always ensuring he slammed the door for you to hear.
At night it was the worst; normally he would go to sleep without issue - as he would go to bed early enough to miss Hinataâs loud nighttime routine - ensuring that he would get the 8-hours of rest he needed to ensure peak performance the next day. But now? With you staying the night? He doesnât get nearly that many hours. He knows you do your best to muffle the sounds, to make it seem like nothing else is happening on the other side of the paper-thin wall then you and Hinata trying to get comfortable in bed, but it doesnât work. Kageyama can hear everything; your moans, mewls, gasps, and sighs of pleasure, they all ring so loudly in his ears making it impossible for him to fall asleep - even after they go quiet, after you have been tuckered out and are fast asleep, they play on a loop in his mind.
He knows that neither of you are aware that he can hear you, that he inadvertently listens whenever you fuck, given the bright and cheery smile you both cast his way in the morning as if nothing has changed, as if he wasnât in on your dirty little secrets.
But he knows, and it plagues him constantly.
Now whenever he finds you in the kitchen, either making coffee or breakfast that is far too much for one person, he cannot stand near you or look in the eyes whenever you offer him a mug or plate; cannot begrudgingly work alongside you as he tried to fix his bowl instant oats and honey; cannot just merely scoff and roll his eyes at you like he normally would - his biting responses now turned into quiet shakes of his head, his heart beating out of his chest as he tries not to stare at you; as he tries not to be entranced by your plush thighs that were barely caged within the smallest shorts he had ever seen; how they would ride up and hide nothing, giving him plenty of fuel for his imagination.
Whenever he sees you on the couch when he gets home, all sprawled out playing on your phone, he doesnât stomp off to his room and slam the door like he normally would after finding out you ruined his plans; instead, heâs almost stunned in the doorway as you greet him; having the unusual giant impact of making his cock twitch in his pants, made worse when he realizes you're wearing his old high school's jersey. Merely greeting you with a slight raise of his hand before scurrying off as quietly as possible to deal with the newfound tent problem in his sweats.
And at night, he canât help himself from pressing his ear to the wall; shirt tucked between his teeth to keep his whimpers and moans down as he stroked his heavy, leaking cock to the sounds of your high-pitched moans; closing his eyes and picturing what position you must be in, how pretty you would look with your mouth stuffed with his length, and how thankful you would be with your pussy leaking his cum. The guilt and shame that washes over him once he cums into his hand is almost devastating, but he cannot help but think itâs worth it whenever he wipes himself clean.
~
You, on the other hand, were clearly blissfully unaware of the situation that had been slowly unfolding over the past few weeks; sweetly ignorant of the secrets your boyfriendâs roommate had been hiding. For all you know, the man who seemed to hate the very earth you walked on - the man who could barely tolerate your existence or be in the same room as you - was slowly starting to warm up to you, becoming somewhat tolerable to be around.
You were ecstatic, happy to know that your relationship with Hinata would no longer jeopardize his friendship with one of his closest friends and overjoyed that the possibility of forcing Hinata to choose a side would not have to befall him. And Hinata? He was just happy to see his two favorite people slowly starting to get along, especially as it meant more opportunities to invite you over.
You liked Kageyama, in the simplest of terms. He seemed to be a decent guy, even if he was high-strung, but you knew it was due to his passion for being the best he can be - and how could fault him for that?Â
Besides, you liked his company. He was quiet and more relaxed than Hinata was, which at times was a little more welcomed after a long day of work, or when you first got up and haven't had a cup of coffee yet. And he was politeâsweet even, surprisingly so. It always caught you off guard; Whether that be telling you he bought the kind of yogurt you liked or allowing you to watch something on the TV, even though he was clearly just trying to enjoy the living room in peace, Kageyama's niceness always caught you off-guard.
You were grateful for the change in dynamic, even if it did seem out of the blue; it was a welcomed happenstance, one you werenât going to jinx or question too much. For you were happy to continue on without the answers, happy to continue to be with Hinata and the perks that came with it, happy to finally feel comfortable in his apartment - to live in the shared space without being seen as a burden.
You finally felt comfortable, and really, what was better than that?
~
Well, you were too comfortable.
Kageyama knew it to be fact, though Hinata would disagree.
He was grateful you finally felt comfortable in his home. Kageyama wishes you didn't. Because when a person is comfortable, the little, embarrassing habits that they try to hide slowly start to show. For some, like Hinata, itâs having conversations with himself - sometimes loud, sometimes quiet - as well as leaving half-eaten food in the most random of places because he got distracted and forgot them. Kageyama can even admit that he oftentimes forgets food in the microwave, or leaves his shoes in entranceways, inadvertently causing people to trip on them. All things normal, and natural, once comfortable in a space.Â
Kageyama wishes yours were little things like that. Talking with your mouth full, or singing loudly in the shower, or leaving wrappers all over the place; anything that could put you in a normal, negative, light (would be better than your bad habits).Â
But no. Your bad habit was leaving, your panties where just anyone could find them. And he can tell, neither you or Hinata are aware of it.
Kageyama didnât notice at first, why would he? Why would he care about your clothes, not like he had any use for your dirty laundry? When he finally did, it was an accident. He entered the bathroom after you had taken a shower, and as he placed the bathmat down on the floor he saw them; a navy pair of lace panties just sitting there, right by the tub. The shower he took afterward was long and very cold.
After that incident, he found them more and more; much like noticing red cars only after you start thinking about them. He would notice that you often forget about your panties when you leave the next morning after spending the night; whether in the bathroom crumpled in the corner nearest the tub, or scattered in some hap-haphazard form near Hinataâs doorway.
At first, he tried to ignore them, leaving them there and pretending they didnât exist. It did help you were usually close by, your âwould you like some coffee, Tobio-san?â or âyour breakfast looks ready, donât forget it this time~â often effectively stealing his attention and thus having him suppress his thoughts to speak with you about the little things you leave behind.
Then it turned into something he couldnât ignore. Llater as he stared at them a moment or two too long before walking away from them; burning into his memory the colour, shape, and fabric type as he uses the image of you wearing them whenever he wakes from a naughty dream, or needed to cool off in the shower after a stressful day, or whenever he couldnât sleep because his cock ached for you.
But it didnât take long before an embarrassing habit of yours turned into a disgusting habit of his. His cheeks would burn red as shame would fill his being, knowing he was the very roommate that Hinata had threatened about when convincing him to move in together, but he couldnât help it; you unlocked something depraved in him and he was just trying to keep it at bay.
He knows you donât mean to leave them, or at least not in plain view, but after a while he couldnât help but have that perverted voice in his head tell him that you were purposefully leaving them for him to find; that they were for him, so why not take a pair? What was the harm in doing that?
And try as he might, that perverted voice broke him down - he was only a man after all. A sinful, disgusting man, who was utterly, hopelessly, and inappropriately attracted to his best friendâs girl. Â
Kageyama didnât steal every pair, he had to be applauded for that. Not because he had self-control, but rather out of self-preservation to not be caught or confronted by you or Hinata. If he stole every pair then you would start to get suspicious, and that could lead to you asking him the dreaded question of âhave you seen my underwear Tobio? Maybe it got mixed in with your clothesâ and he knew if you did, his flustered face and voice would give it all away. Or worse, that you would take matters into your own hands and start snooping around his room. He could already feel his stomach drop at the thought of your pretty eyes widening in horror once you found his little stash.
No, he couldnât have it. So, despite all the voices in his head telling him otherwise, he had to have some self-control; even if it was killing him slowly.Â
He wanted to take your prettiest pairs, the ones with lace and silk, but he worried you would notice that for sure, for panties like that are always remembered, so instead he took some of your more plain ones - ones he was sure you wouldnât notice they were gone as you had plenty of them to spare.
And how useful they proved to be late at night, when he could hear your pretty mewls get higher and higher as you tried to stifle them; not that it would do much, not with how he moved his bed so his head was next to the shared wall, thus gaining a perfect (and comfortable) spot to hear all your pretty sounds. He would wrap your panties around his aching, heavy cock as he used them to help get him off to you; the soft material providing just the perfect amount of friction, different from his fist, to further make believe he was the one ravaging you.
Arm over his face, shielding his eyes from what he was doing and trying to cool his flushed face as his teeth would bite down harshly to his bottom lip,trying to keep his whimpers quiet as he vigorously pumped his twitching cock to you, angry and red in overstimulation. He tried his best to feel satisfied; to reach that high that would finally allow him to sleepâŠbut always ended the same: him bringing a hand up to stifle a wail as he painted those cotton panties of yours with his cum - wishing it was your pussy instead. Shame washed over his being as he kept his eyes shielded from the world. Now that he's gotten away with it, it's only going to get worse from here..
And it did.
Kageyama didnât want it to, but he fed the beast and now it was clawing at him for more.
And more meant beig risky, much to his dismay. If he could, he'd keep this part of himself hidden deep; but this part could never be sated, not unless he could finally have you. And since he able to fuck you, he had to get as close as he could.
Close meant dangerous. Close meant palming himself through his shorts as he stood behind you while you bent over to grab something out of the ovenâtrying to distance himself enough so you couldnât feel him, fighting the urge to pull you by your hips to be flush with his own. Close meant pulling his leaking cock out of his sweats in the morning as he tries to get off as quickly as he can while he peeps through the keyhole of the bathroom door, trying to get a glimpse of your wet naked form through the shower curtain.
Soon, even all that wasnât enough. Soon, just hoarding your panties wasnât enough, he had to carry a pair in his pocket - even to practice, despite how easily the flimsy fabric would fall out of gym shorts Soon, just smelling your shampoo as you walked by didnât leave the lasting impression it once did, now he was reduced to smelling your lavender lotion you kept in the bathroom as he tried to imagine your soft skin in his hold. And soon, after a long day of training= he would find he was too pent up and tired to even make it to his room. Simply spreading him out on the living room couch and slowly slide your panties up and down his shaft; pretending it's your pretty lips wrapped around his sensitive tip; enjoying the thrill, the shivers of pleasure, in the thought of knowing that you could come home at any moment and catch him in the act.
It was bad, and he knew it, but he still couldnât stop himself from doing it; from spreading his legs wide on the plush cushions and taking hold of his cock with a delighted sigh; for really, it was the only time he could be vocal and let out his frustrations that he was currently faced with - and the possibility that you might find him was more than worth it for it either meant you would finally confront him and snap him out of his lust-filled craze, or you would join him; either way, it was a victory for the man.
And this habit, this vile and disgusting habit, had now grown into his routine. Instead of coming home, kicking his shoes off, and meditating his stress away he now found peace by coming undone by the thought of you as he did his best not to make a mess of the shared couch.
That was where he found himself now, panting as he pulled his athletic shorts down and freeing his rock-hard cock from where it was uncomfortably caged; wrapping his hand around it with a strangled moan, he began to squeeze the tip; normally he would have a layer of cotton to help soothe his angry erection and provide it that sinfully sweet friction it craved, but you hadnât visited in over a week - away with Hinata for an away game - and thus he didnât have any new pairs to use as the others were hidden away, awaiting being washed and returned to you so you could dirty them again.
His hand just had to do as he slowly dragged it up and down, the longwinded whimper clear he needed some relief as his precum slowly lubricated his length, providing less resistance and allowing him to go faster and faster. Before long the only sound that could be heard in the empty apartment were the wet sounds of his hips thrusting up into his fist and the occasional whine that would escape his throat as he tried desperately to finish; all the while his eyes remained closed as he visualized about how pretty you could look bouncing up and down on his cock, how blissfully you would look with your head thrown back as you moaned over how good he made you feel.
âThat feels good, doesnât it baby?â He babbled out, pretending he was teasing you as his hips purposefully thrust up into his tight fist. âLike the feeling of my cock stretching out that pretty pussy donât you? Nngh! Feels⊠fuck,,, feels better than Hinataâs doesnât it?â
His voice was getting higher the closer he got to cumming, feeling his lower stomach twist in knots as he tried to hold back just a little bit longer, wanting to remain in the fantasy he created.
âJust want me to fill you up, donât you? Make a mess of you for him to find, yeah? Want to show him how to really make you feel good, naughty, dirty, fucking girl. Yeah, just like that, keep doing it just like that, keep squeezing me! Iâm! Iâm gonna, fuck, gonna cum!â
He cried out, your name leaving his mouth in a broken wail. His body tensed harshly as he threw his head back violently into the pillows and came all over his fist and stomach, body twitching and jumping as he slowly pumped his angry, red cock. He tries coming down from his high slowly; regaining his breath and coming back to reality while still savoring that euphoria.
But his reality came crashing down when he heard your startled and shocked gasp, piecing his ears so sharply that it felt like ice water had been poured over his head,.He whipped his head to face you, entire being filled with fright as gazed at you. Watching as you stood there with the most horrified look on your pretty face, making it clear to him that you had heard everything he said as he feels his whole body heat up in shame and embarrassment; unable to even squeak out a word of explanation or apology.
And yet, a moment passed, and then another, and you still stood there looking at him with the same stunned expression; shoulders still by your ears and body still frozen in shock as your eyes never left his cock - still oozing with sticky cum.
You didnât run awayâŠ. He thought to himself as he heard you gulp down a breath as he stood up. So maybeâŠ. maybe you wouldnât mind helping him out?
this is literally my first time writing smut that's not like.. same idea straight forward bullshit for my friend so please be nice đ
kuroko tetsuya x fem!reader smut
CW!!: cunnilingus, squirting, face riding, oral (f! recieving), overstimulation, idk just read it :3 (men who eat pussy for pleasure go to heaven btw)
wc: 742
kuroko hadnât a single clue what youâd meant when you called him a munch. not until he heard his upperclassman laughing, as they quoted a beautiful, ginger haired, busty woman. theyâd watched her music video during lunch, koganei walked around sassily quoting the video. this made hyuga, izuki, and tsuchida cackle. mitobe silently chuckled. the first years were lost in conversation, not noticing.
when kagami commented about liking american girls compared to japanese girls, kuroko was confused. kagami couldnât put it into words without cringing indefinitely, but kuroko could almost read in between the lines. kagami liked them better because they were fuller? he didnât outright state it, he had motioned downwards saying it âfeels betterâ. before evasively asking kuroko his opinion on sex with japanese. kagami knows he has a girlfriend, and since theyâd been dating since their second year of middle school, he could only assume that theyâd done things.
kuroko only brushed him off, changing the subject. he didnât know how to tell his friend that heâd never had sex. that he didnât want to have sex. he genuinely enjoyed just.. eating pussy. he didnât have any interest in sex. yeah, a hand job or blow job is nice, but it so much more fun to watch from below as you squirm, and shake. telling him to stop, that you couldnât handle any more. pulling so hard on his blue locs, that he was sure they were going to come out. when youâd squish his head with your thighs, squashing his cute cheeks together. squeezing so hard he was sure he was running out air.
the way you bucked your hips when he stuck his tongue inside. how you would whimper his given name every time his nose would brush against your clitoris. the feeling he expects every time you began pushing his head again, that gush all over his face and his bed sheets. how youâd shyly cover your face, as he looked up at you endearingly. he was so inlove with every movement you made. when heâd watch your fingers, nails painted the color you had him to choose, grip onto the sheets, so tightly the color of your skin is dulling.
when heâd rut into the sheets, cumming himself from feeling your pulse against his soaking wet face. heâd let soft moans out into your pussy, making your back arch at the light sensations.
and when heâd convince you to ride his face, it was a fucking ball. youâd grip onto the headboard, trying to get up with all your might. but his arms were entangled with your legs so tightly you couldnât. heâd occasionally squeeze your thighs or ass lovingly. youâd mewl and whimper when heâd kitty lick at your clitoris. heâd lock eyes with you, giving the most content, and excited expression he could muster.
however, his favoriteâi mean his favoriteâthing to do, wasnât something he couldnât do often. usually having to be quiet due to your or his parents accompanying one the other rooms. but whenever he got you alone, heâd overstimulate you, then bite you. right on your clit. electing a scream out of you. it wasnât a hard one, he was practically just grazing your clitoris with his incisors. but when heâd bite down, heâd flick his eyes up to you, watching your pleasure filled expression. heâd then pull back, and youâd look at his face. despite it being cover by cum, squirt, and any other bodily liquids that had come out of you, from only a few centimeters below his eyes. he still had a innocent, pure looking on his face. his blue eyes all wide and child like, he would smiled at you.
coming in at a close second, was when youâd lay lethargically on his bed. as he went to get a water bottle, and a cloth to clean you off. and despite being spent youâd beg, and beg, and beg to help him with the brick hard erection that was staring at you. heâd just deny, eventually laying down beside you. and youâd promise to give him the greatest blowjob of his life at some point in the near future. heâd say no, that you wouldnât do that. that he wouldnât allow it.
you would only whine in response, at how unfair he was to you. occasionally, youâd catch him slipping the morning after, getting down on your knees and pleasing him. but those days were rare.
if this gets one note iâll make a part two where she tops kurokos off. also i am in love with ice spice that woman is gorgeous.
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