#cw.creampie

[prttykittes]

| day three(October 26) impregnation time!

— Breeding kink •

— Dazai x GN!Reader •

— synopsis:: your partner has a sudden feeling for breeding and getting you impregnated, it doesn't matter if you can't get pregnant ! 

CW. Breeding kink, soft to rough, cumming inside, unprotected sex, hickies, creampie

A/N: I think I have a breeding kink, did this during school! ♡⁠˖⁠꒰⁠ᵕ⁠༚⁠ᵕ⁠⑅⁠꒱

[KINKTOBER 2023;] — head back!

Your body rocks, your face was in the pillows. You muffled your moans as he continued to pound you, his movements were soft but rough at the same time. He kissed your neck and started to suck on your neck. Your neck hurted for a bit, you can guess that he left multiple hickies. "Belladonna, your so gorgeous!" He said that with a teasing and playful tone. His dick kisses your spot inside of you, his dick never stopping. "Mmh!" Your moans were muffled as griped the pillow. His grip was on your hips, his hips stopped against yours as he turned you over to look at him. He moved your legs next to your head, he kissed you. He groaned and you slip your tongue into his mouth. He moved slowly as you reached for his brown locks. You both pulled away as he shoved his face into your neck, he had sudden memories of you playing with some kids he remembered your face as you brought some candy for the kids outside the shop. They were smiling and thanking you, you also had talked about kids and having baby fever. He started to go more faster as his balls slapped against your butt, gripped his shoulders and your body jolted by his movements. He didn't care if you can't get pregnant or not, he felt himself about to let go but first he needed to ask you. "Fuck— belladonna! I want to see you filled to the brim!" He yelled and you covered your mouth as you can feel tears brimming your eyes. "Please!" You plead to him, that was the final saying and he began to go faster. Your head was close to hit he headboard, he stopped for seconds but continued to ride out his orgasm. He put his hand on you stomach, he smiled ws he pulled out. He puts his fingers in your hole to stop his cum drooling out. He kissed your stomach, he had a smile on his face. 

[maliciouslove]

𝕊ℍ𝔸ℝ𝕀ℕ𝔾

NSFW, aged up characters (21+) || minors, ageless and empty blogs DO NOT INTERACT!!

pairing // Mikey x reader x Draken

word count //  582

tags // degradation (reader called 'whore' once), slight breath play, size kink if you squint, tummy bulge, creampie, slightly unhinged Mikey, a bit of Mikey x Draken action at the end

AN // this was based on a short lived dream that was disturbed by my pesky alarm, hence why it is so smol. mayhaps one day i will expand.

Every once in a while, Mikey feels rather generous and allows his right hand man—his best friend—to fuck you. He would sit nearby commanding you, whispering in your ear while Draken was in your gut, his fat cock stretching you out, leaky tip abusing your cervix.

“Look at you, all fucked out like this on someone else’s cock. Filthy whore.” Mikey’s fingers are now wrapping around your throat, probably a bit tighter than they’re supposed to. There is a dangerous glint in his eyes.

Your eyes dart between Mikey’s and Draken’s, unspoken pleads spilling out just like the tears streaming down your cheeks. You could barely hang on, thighs violently shaking around Ken’s waist, and you could feel him all the way in your throat, his big cock relentlessly drilling into you, kissing all the good spots that made you cry out in pleasure.

Your walls flutter around his girth, squeezing him for all he’s worth and making his head spin with thoughts he wasn’t supposed to have. Thoughts about having you all to himself.

You looked even prettier than usual pinned under his large body—soft skin under his fingers, tits bouncing with every thrust, small bulge visible on your belly, and eyes rolled at the back of your head. Draken wished he could see you like this more often, as so far it was his favourite view.

And Mikey didn’t mind the view either—he didn’t miss the way your tiny hands clutched around Ken’s neck, how your tongue was lolled out and you were loud. And so fucking gorgeous. And he knew you like the back of his hand so he was already aware you were close to cumming—the way your eyebrows pinched together and your muscles tensed.

“M-Mik-ey.. please.. p-please, I need to.. I want to.. ” you were a babbling mess, all you could really manage to say was ‘please’ yet he knew exactly what you meant.

“Aw, wanna cum, princess?” he cooes, his lips wrapping around your perky nipple and sucking it hard, teeth grazing over it. All you could give in response was a nod, begging again, saying how it’s driving you crazy. So Mikey took pity on you. “Go on then, show Kenchin how good you feel creaming around his cock.”

And you didnt need to be told twice, fingers craded through Ken’s hair, tugging on it, your whole body went rigid, the coil in your belly finally snapping. All at once, your orgasm is washing over you with the force of a tsunami, leaving you a trembling mess.

“Fuck, f-FUCK” Draken was now struggling, hips stuttering against yours. You were impossibly tight already, but with your pussy clamping down on him and sucking him in greedily, he could barely contain himself. He was going to cum.

“Shit, cummin” his hands were bruising your hips with the force he was holding you with. And through the haze of your orgasm you could feel his—balls pressed to the curvature of your ass, emptying themselves deep inside you. Hot spurts of thick cum were filling you up and it was the most euphoric feeling ever. Until you heard Mikey speak again.

“I gave her permission to cum, I don’t fucking remember giving you permission, Kenchin.” He has a hand wrapped around Ken’s throat now, eyes looking even more dangerous than before, completely clouded by lust. And before you realise what'a happening, Mikey is pulling Draken in for a kiss and you realise.. you’re in for a really long night.

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[petrichorium]

PLUVI UR TAGS ABOUT GEPARD IM IN DISARRAY

Gepard and his fat fucking cock that he in theory does understand is stupid big (the man is a military officer u can’t exit those barracks with a cock like his Not knowing how well endowed you are) but it doesn’t really register until you first see it………..

And he’s embarrassed really, the first time you stare with it throbbing in your palm and in sheer disbelief say “this can’t fit inside me.” He’s embarrassed when you try to wrap your fingers around it and they don’t touch, embarrassed when you lay it over your abdomen and gasp at just how far up your tummy his leaking tip reaches…….

Embarrassed when—even after such careful, meticulous prep and the way you both are soaked through as he eases in for the first time—the rubber you’d so sweetly rolled onto him only manages to last a scant few thrusts before splitting at the seams entirely. He flushes red down to his shoulders, buries his face into the crook of your neck. You’re laughing, and much to his chagrin your uncontrollable giggles at his expense are… stimulating. And if he were being honest the mean, condescending coo to your voice isn’t helping whatsoever with that specific issue.

He’s letting out a choked sound and spilling into you before he can realize what has been building, the tattered remains of the condom doing nothing to stop you from feeling it immediately. All he can do in the aftermath is press his burning face harder against your bare shoulder and hump mindlessly into you.

[honeymaki]

You call Itto stupid, dumb, idiot, stinky boy; but he’ll still have your knees over his shoulders, cock bullying your cervix, cum spurting down over your ass, bottom lip wobbling, neck strained, claws digging rips into the pillows beside your head, grinding so deep so hard that you can’t really say much of anything anymore. Still an idiot for leaving you legless and shaking and crying and full of cum though.

[ughzui]

𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐬.

tengen uzui x fem!reader | 3.1k words | minors do not interact

content warnings: loss of virginity, slight corruption kink, daddy kink, fingering, slight size kink, breeding kink, creampie,

author’s note: my tengen brainrot is absolutely atrocious. off the charts. mind boggling. i love him so much. there will be a second and perhaps third part to this. big thank you to @cherrykamado for beta’ing this for me!! <3

networks: @knyplaymatemansion

Swirls of steam curled off of the surface of the water, slowly drifting upwards towards the night sky. Tengen sank lower in the water, allowing his shoulders to submerge and relax under the soothing heat of the spring. The mission had been long and strenuous, weeks of careful consideration and following a demon that had been going after young girls. It felt like forever before he’d been able to safely corner it and dispose of it. He sighed deeply and closed his eyes, enjoying the calm atmosphere of the moment. Soft rustling drew him out of his peace as he cracked an eye open to see what the disturbance had been.

You stood there like a deer in a hunter’s sight, frozen and eyes wide. “My apologies! I didn’t realize anyone was out here at this time of night,” you spoke frantically, quickly clapping a hand over your eyes to block him from view.

A low laugh rumbled in his chest at your reaction to his presence. He recognized you quickly, the corps member who’d accompanied him on his most recent mission. You’d been a great help, very eager to learn from him and extremely obedient with the orders he’d given you. He’d taken a liking to you very quickly.

“Don’t apologize. Join me, you deserve it. You worked hard too.”

The offer was nice, but you weren’t sure what to say. Wouldn’t it be inappropriate to intrude on a superior in that way? But then again, he’d told you to. “Alright. Thank you.”

Slightly nervous fingers untied your yukata before slipping it off and folding it neatly. You set it on a stool before stepping into the hot spring. Tengen shifted over, making space for you to sit comfortably across from him. The high heat of the water was the exact thing you needed to soothe the exhaustion in your overworked muscles.

“Do you have another mission or are they giving you a break before they throw you back out?” he asked, crossing his arms across his broad chest.

You shrugged, already feeling the relaxing effects coming over you. “They haven’t given me anything yet. Maybe I’ll get a day or two.”

He nodded, understanding the sentiment quite well. “What rank are you now? Kinoe?”

You sighed. “Not yet. Maybe within the year, I hope. I’m still Kinoto.”

“That’s still impressive. You’re still young. Lots of improvement can still be made. You’ve climbed the ranks quickly. It’s admirable.”

Humming in agreement, you glanced at him. “Were you still young when you became a hashira? You’re still pretty young aren’t you?”

“I was. And I am. Lots of living left ahead of me.”

You always thought the hashira were the most impressive group of individuals in Japan, and likely on the planet. They exhibited strength and talent that everyone and everything paled in comparison to. It had been a goal of yours at first, but it still seemed far out of reach.

“You look tense. Are you sore?”

His words distracted you from your thoughts, leaving you speechless for a moment.

“What?”

Tengen grinned. “You’re holding tension in your body. Are you sore? I know that last fight was tough. Come here.” He gestured towards himself, moving just enough that you could tell he parted his thighs and was inviting you to sit between them.

Embarrassment made heat creep up to your cheeks. “Nono, I’m fine. It’s okay, don’t worry about me.” He was absolutely correct. Your shoulders and back ached more than they ever had after a mission. But how were you supposed to let your superior put his hands on you like that? Especially when you were both undressed.

“You were my mission partner for a month. I’m supposed to worry about you a little bit. Now come here.”

He nodded when you scooted closer, his hands encircling your biceps to drag you fully between his thighs. He ignored your squeak of protest as he slid his hands up to his shoulders, fingers kneading skillfully at your back. A relaxed sigh left your parted lips, your head falling forward to give him more access.

“Will you go see your family while you have some time off?” he asked, trailing his hands to the center of your back.

“No. They’ve moved out to the country and it’s too far. I won’t have any time to see them and come ba- Oh god!” Your hands flew to grip at his thighs, your nails digging into his skin. He’d focused his touch on a particularly sensitive knot in your back, leaving you stunned and shaky.

“Right there, hmm?” he hummed, continuing the gentle circles against your spine.

You could only nod, your grip still tensed on his muscular thighs. Each drag of his touch pulled tiny whimpers and gasps out of you. It was too much and just enough at the same time, the pain slowly dissipating from your muscles.

Tengen leaned close to you. So close that you could feel his breath ghost against the shell of your ear when he spoke. “You’re so noisy. How’re you feeling now?” he murmured, his hands slowly sliding to rest at the bottom of your spine.

“Much better. I don’t even hurt anymore,” you sighed, rolling your shoulders back to test the full effects of his talented fingers.

His touch lingered on the small of your back for a moment before he dragged his hands up your sides. “You know, you sounded so lewd just from me touching you.”

“Oh. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to. It just felt so nice.”

He clicked his tongue. “Don’t apologize. See, I’d like to hear you actually make those noises for me.” He pressed his chest into your back, fingertips ghosting ever so lightly over your hips.

“W-what? But your wives,” you stuttered, gasping as he pressed his lips against the back of your neck.

“They’re well aware of the things I want to do with you. My letters to them were well received during our mission.” He pressed his hand flat against your belly, holding you still as he wrapped his arms around your waist. “There’s a certain… Openness in our relationship. So what do you say? Do you want me to make you feel good?”

A mixture of emotions swirled in your mind as he spoke. You could feel his steady heartbeat against your back as he placed yet another kiss against your heated skin. “Yes.” That was all you could muster as he rested his chin on your shoulder.

“Yes what? Use your words. I don’t like meek little girls,” he chastised. He knew full well what you meant, but drawing more out of you was more fun.

“Yes, I want you to make me feel good. Please.”

Before you could take a breath, his teeth were nipping against your sensitive skin and his fingers were sliding further south until they rested at the apex of your thighs. You parted your legs, allowing him to run a finger between your folds. Your breath hitched in your throat at the feeling, your hand coming to rest over his much larger one.

“Are you nervous? Don’t be. I’ll take care of you.”

“No one’s ever… I’ve never…” Each time you started, you couldn’t seem to finish your sentence.

“Don’t worry. I'll be gentle.”

Deft fingers drew tiny circles over your clit, sending jolts of electricity through your body. His free hand held you tightly, keeping you from squirming too hard against him. You inhaled sharply when he pressed his finger into your hole, the slight sting taking you aback. He moved slowly, stroking your sensitive walls with the calloused pad of his finger. It made you dizzy; the sensation completely foreign and overwhelming.

Before long , the hazy pleasure was the only thing you could focus your mind in. Tengen was rhythmic, pumping his thick digit in and out in a perfectly steady pattern. Once he was sure you were comfortable, he curled it upwards, catching and pressing hard against your g-spot. Your yelp of shock made a Cheshire grin spread across his face.

“How’s that, little one?” he crooned, letting your waist go so that he could toy with your clit at the same time.

“So so good,” you whined, rocking your hips forward into his touch.

His lips were back against your neck, sucking a constellation of blemishes into your skin. The intrusion of a second finger sent you reeling, your walls clamping erratically around them as he scissored them to stretch you even further.

You cried out sharply, head falling back against his shoulder as the tension in your belly tightened. “U-Uzui I think I’m close,” you whispered, eyes shut tight as you essentially rode his hand.

“Call me Tengen, sweetheart. And I know you are, you’re squeezing me so tight. Just relax and let go, pretty girl,” he coached, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of your head.

His words made you giddy, your heart skipping a beat. He was just so charismatic, and you knew he wasn’t even trying at all. You had to admit he had always flustered you a bit, especially during your missions. He was so guiding despite being so bold and brash. His company was one that you’d grown used to and comfortable with.

His chin rested on your shoulder, the perfect position for him to bite at the tender skin. He pinched your clit gently, toying with the swollen bundle of nerves. You cried out, belly dipping as you sucked in a deep breath to try to keep yourself composed. If not for the buffer of the water, the wet slick sound of your cunt around his fingers would be nearly overwhelming. You could feel yourself gush arousal  with each deep thrust of his fingers.

Your thighs trembled, threatening to close around his wrist as you slipped even deeper into ecstasy. His unrelenting actions became unbearable as you hit your peak, shaky begs of his name spilling from your mouth as you came undone on his fingers. You heard a faint “there you go” over the bloodrush in your ears, your hips shivering and stuttering as you chased even more contact from the large man below you.

He came to a slow stop and shifted you out of his lap. Quickly noticing your confusion, he cupped your cheek in his palm. “Don’t worry, it’s okay. I’m just gonna take you inside. I’m not deflowering you in an onsen.”

Tengen pulled you to straddle his lap, your chest against his as he fit his hand under your knees before rising to his feet. Almost immediately, you locked your ankles around his waist, terrified that you would fall.

“Relax, sweetheart. I’ve got you.” One hand slid to rest under your ass while the other splayed against your back.

He made quick work of getting inside and situated, laying you gently upon the tatami mat covered floor. His large figure loomed over yours, broad chest and shoulders dwarfing you under him. He nudged your legs open with his knee and settled between them, his hips resting against your own as he leaned forward to capture your lips in a heated kiss.

Your hands flew to rest on his chest, fingernails digging into his tanned skin. He groaned into your mouth, teeth nipping at your bottom lip. Gasping at the feeling, your lips parted to grant him access. He slid his tongue against yours, enjoying the soft pleasure-filled sigh he drew out of you. He was intoxicating; your head spinning like you’d been drinking for hours.

“Tengen please, it hurts,” you breathed, the desperate ache between your thighs becoming unbearable. “I need you.”

He growled lowly, eyes squeezing shut at your coy request. Who was he to deny you that? Running a hand through his hair, he sat back on his heels and stared down at you. He could feel his mouth water at the sight: your breasts heaving with each deep breath and your perfect cunt dripping in anticipation for him. It was almost too good to be true. He grabbed your hips, manhandling you so that his cock was situated between your slick folds.

His length was hot and heavy laying right against your sensitive clit. He rolled his hips, grinding it against where you needed him the most. Before you could even open your mouth to protest his teasing and beg for more, he pressed the fat tip against your hole before slowly easing it inside. You saw stars, back arching and hands scrabbling at the floor below you. He was rough but painfully slow, taking his sweet time bullying his thick cock into your virgin cunt.

Your mewls were like music to his ears, lewdly sweet and desperate. Tengen gripped tightly at your waist, holding you still as he split your gummy walls with the impressive girth of his shaft. Hands flying to his shoulders, you threw your head back in bliss as he bottomed out in you. He was so deep, so thick, filling you just perfectly.

“How're you doing, sweetheart?” he asks, thrusting shallowly into you.

“Good. So good,” you squeaked, writhing as his pace began to pick up.

He grinned down at you, canines glinting under the dim light of the room. “Perfect.”

With that, he settled on a brutal pace, one that had you gasping and trembling under him. It was so cruel; the way he stretched your tiny hole around his massive cock would surely ruin you for any other man. No other man could ever treat you the way he could. You’d come crawling back to him every time, begging him to make you feel so good compared to what those pathetic useless men could do.

His lips were back on yours, tongue hastily gliding against your own. He swallowed down your moans and whines, grunting as he crashed his hips into yours. Tengen was in a daze, the only things he could focus on being the way your warm cunt squeezed him and the way the sweet taste of you on his tongue made him dizzy.

He pulled away, giving you a moment to catch your breath as he reached down with one hand to run a circle on your swollen clit. You panted like a bitch in heat, tongue lolling out as ecstasy built up in your abdomen. Warbles of his name and ‘please’ fell from your mouth, tears pricking your lash line as your orgasm approached rapidly. Tengen could see it in your eyes, prompting him to angle his hips to reach deeper into you.

“Ohh god! F-fuck! I’m gonna..!” Your voice cracked as you gasped, legs shaking and toes curling as the heat in your belly raged to an inferno. “Oh fuck ‘m cumming! Daddy I’m- Shit!” Your mouth fell open into an ‘o’ shape as the tension snapped, your pussy spasming around his cock as he fucked you through your orgasm.

He grunted, watching the way a creamy ring of white built around his base with each thrust into your soaked cunt. The gush of your orgasm had made a mess of both his and your thighs, only adding to the wet smack of his balls against your ass. Your face of pure bliss was burned into his brain, his heart racing as the sweet sound of your voice calling him daddy played on a loop in his head.

That set something alight in him, chest burning as he quickened his pace. Your body lurched, prompting him to loop his arm under your waist and hold you tighter.

“Takin’ Daddy’s cock so well,” he moaned, pressing sloppy kisses along your jaw. “Such a good girl. You’re doing so fucking good for me.”

Your nails dragged thin lines of red into his skin, making him gasp in pain and pleasure. He bent lower over you, holding you chest to chest with him as he fucked hard into you. Your moans were muffled against his shoulder, eyes rolling back as the now familiar feeling of your approaching orgasm washed over you. If you’d known better, you would’ve been able to tell he was close as well.

Tengen’s hips stuttered, his pace becoming sloppier as his own pleasure began to overwhelm him. You could feel his heartbeat against your chest, the rhythm as fast and erratic as your own. It was so intimate; he could feel every inch of your body and you could feel every inch of his own.

“I think I’m gonna cum again,” you whispered, letting your eyes slip closed in relief as he pummeled the head of his cock into your g-spot. “Tengen! Daddy! Shit!”

He gasped sharply, moaning wantonly at the way your walls squeezed around him. Fuck, you were close again. It was impressive, your resolve was quite outstanding to him. Your first time, yet you were able to come undone around him multiple times. It made something primal bubble up in his chest. He needed you. He needed to keep you around. You needed to be his.

“Cum for me, sweet girl. Let Daddy know how good he makes you feel,” he rasped, trying to keep in control.

You whined, shaking your head slightly. “Cum with me please. Wanna feel you fill me up. Please Daddy. Wanna be yours. Make me yours,” you plead, tears streaking your cheeks and dampening his already sweaty skin.

That sent him over the edge, his thrusts speeding up as he chased his release. You came first, back arching and eyes rolled back as you unraveled in his arms. Your shattered sobs and his greedy moans filled the air with a symphony of ecstasy. Tengen came with a low groan, hips pressed flush against yours as he flooded your womb with his hot, sticky cum. Your cunt milked him for everything he was worth, sucking him in and creaming prettily around him.

The two of you clung to each other as you came down from your highs, hands desperately holding anything they could reach. You caught your breath slowly, heart still pounding as you opened your eyes to look up at him. His cheeks were pink and his pupils were still blown. He loosened his grip for a moment, reaching up to brush the tears from your cheeks. His fingers traced along your jaw, cradling your face as he pressed a kiss to your forehead.

“You did so well,” he murmured, slowly sitting up and pulling you with him.

Your legs stayed draped over his hips, bodies flush against each other as he rubbed soothing circles against your back. You were exhausted, but you wouldn’t have changed any moment of the past few hours.

“Thank you,” you said, resting your head in the crook of his neck.

Tengen smiled softly and kissed the top of your head gently. “I’ll take you with me to my estate. You can meet my wives.”

Nodding at his words, you shifted to glance up at him. “That sounds pleasant,” you hummed, returning the smile.

“Oh it will be. They’ll want to have their turn with you too.”

[manjiroscum]

burning red

Character/s: ferret!Kakucho Hitto

Warnings: f!reader, hybrid au, sexual themes, curse words, non-con somnophilia, creampie, unprotected sex, and mentions of abandonment. Minors do not interact.

Note: this piece is for my hybrid collab "collard bones"! hope you enjoy it :)

Synopsis: A naughty little thing, Kakucho is.

✃WC: 1.4k

Another mediocre Sunday, another hour to sit through while waiting for your favorite show to air. You sat on the couch and watched as the boring documentary show filled up the room with its dreary narration. It failed to drown out the scratching and the sound of plastic rattling emitted in the other room where your companion is busy tearing up newspapers and playing. However, this was far better than him sulking around. It’s just amazing how the old lady next door hasn’t filed a noise complaint due to all the ruckus, but then again, she obviously adored Kakucho and had taken a liking to the hybrid since the day you introduced him to her.

The noise where he is suddenly stopped and the next thing you knew, a head poked through the space between your thighs. Warm cheek on cool flesh, causing the hairs there to rise. A pair of mismatched playful colored eyes stared up at your bored ones. Glancing down to meet his gaze, you then reached out to pat his ear, heart clenching at the scar running on the left side of his face and across his blind eye. Now ruffling his hair, you couldn't help but smile at the relaxed stance Kakucho had, a sign he has finally grown accustomed to the apartment and you. Especially on how you got to earn his unconditional trust in the three months he has been with you. The first time you met the hybrid, the poor guy was shivering in his cage, staring at you with emotionless eyes. Words of the caretaker still ringing crystal clear in your head.

“Found the poor thing nearby the highway. Based on records, his old owners died and has been spotted a few times out there with another hybrid. Must’ve abandoned him or passed on too for him to come out of the forest...”

“Hey, Kaku...” you mumbled in greeting, giving his neck a quick scratch. Lips curled up at the low grumble of delight he made, tail swishing around at the foot of the couch. “Already bored of the toy I got you? You can watch your favorite movie, I don’t mind.”

Nuzzling your palm, he slowly nodded his head before turning to the television. “Isn’t your show coming up soon though?” Meeting your eyes again, he continued, “I can just sit here with you and wait.”

He was like this—putting your wishes first rather than his, making you gush about Kakucho to your co-workers with every chance you got, showing pictures of your hybrid with a wide grin. Yes, all the hardship you went through and cracking Kakucho's hard shell was all worth it in the end. Even taking care of him wasn't as much of a hassle than you initially thought. However...

“Don’t be shy. I’ll put it on now, okay?”

Kakucho was never the perfect angel you often told your friends at work or how the old woman sees him whenever you took him out for walks. No, he was naughty. Very, very naughty. A sweet thing he was when peacefully snoring, but a demon when wide awake and brimming with energy. One wouldn't see that innate mischievousness unless he was all alone, away from judging stares or bored. You weren't even aware until you researched his kind, wondering why he wasn’t as active as the videos online—until he warmed up to you. Until he grew comfortable enough to satisfy his other needs through you.

“Kaku... ” you sighed softly at his sharp teeth nibbling your finger that was patting his head seconds ago. Should've known there was no way he'll stay put and watch, easily bored with each passing minute. Crimson and silver met your gaze once again, holding its intensity there whereas his tongue darted out to lick where he bit in a silent apology. Cheeks warm at the action, you immediately averted your eyes, coughing. “I don’t mind you biting, but it would be nice to receive a warning.”

Yet, Kakucho often loves to surprise you—delighting in your surprised reactions and sometimes taking your frustrations as fuel to drive you even crazier. The way his ears twitch, hands itching to feel your skin against his. With him around, you couldn't even let your friends come and sleepover because he was quite territorial. And really, would you let your friends see him steal your panties, clean or not? Or how he often hide your things under the bed, only to watch you bend over—rutting his growing erection against the plush of your ass? Even now, as he was biting and sucking your fingers, all that was plaguing his mind was the goal of being inside your tight cunt again.

But he couldn't act on those desires. No, he’ll get scolded again. You were quick to shoo him away this morning, grumbling about your aching back and the numerous bite marks on your inner thighs. Wait—he has to wait until both of you were finished with dinner. After all, patience was a virtue. That's what you often told him while preparing his meal.

Yet, Kakucho often found himself cursing on how you were too smart sometimes, glaring at your sleeping figure sprawled out on the bed. Clever and cruel to subject him to cleaning his dish before joining you in bed, only for him to see you already fast asleep. Were you really going to leave him like this? Nursing a boner? Weren’t you supposed to take care of him? That was what you promised, right?

Sitting on the edge of the bed, Kakucho leaned close to your face, trying to figure out whether you were playing a prank. He really wish you were. But you weren't. This made him huff, stripping off his clothes. Brows furrowed in concentration, Kakucho slowly crawled over you, hands situated in each side of your head. His half-hard cock brushing on your thigh, tip leaking with pre-cum since earlier from imagining on how he’ll fuck you.

You wouldn't mind him taking you now, right? He was yours as much as you were his. Kakucho would rather walk on shattered glass than admit to you that he was jealous of you spending time with your friends while he remained at home. If anything, he deserves to be inside your pussy and cum inside without needing to ask after putting him through loneliness during your absence. Work or no work, Kakucho needed you.

Slipping your cotton panties down, he lifted the garment to his nose, inhaling your scent with closed eyes. A glob of spit dripped down from his lips and onto your pussy folds, his fingers quickly getting to work. Anything to ease the penetration of his thick cock. Dilated pupils and keen ears noticed your breathing gradually picking up with every stroke of his fingers, spreading your folds and rubbing your sensitive clit. A sly grin on his lips, Kakucho inserted his index, almost moaning in the air at how it was tight and warm inside you.

Unable to keep his thinning patience, Kakucho guided the mushroom tip of his erect cock into your slit and to the entrance of your hole. Slowly, he relished the way your walls hugged his length, head rolling back with his jaw dropped. If there was anything he’d love to do every day without any consequences, it was either to rail you stupid or be inside your cunt. He just wished you’d let him do that. Holding back a small whine, Kakucho gnawed on his lower lip. Hips thrusting his cock in and out softly, begging for this to last forever. He caught you stir around in your sleep, still off in the unconscious world and aloof at your hybrid using your pussy like it was his fleshlight. Able to use it anytime, anywhere.

How are you able to still pleasure him this way? Or take in his thick girth? Tiny moans escaping your lips make his head spiral into a loop, wanting to abandon all rationality and just fuck you hard. Not giving a shit whether you woke up or whined at his intrusion. But he was still nice. The last thing he wants is to give you a reason to abandon him despite knowing all too well you wouldn't. The whole ordeal caused Kakucho to crumble easily and fast, spurting out his hot and fertile seed into your cunt. Deep and almost brutal were his grunts, almost collapsing into your still unconscious body as he pulled out. Semen dripping out of your slick hole. Satiated, for now.

Guess he’ll have to start thinking of ways on how to apologize for soiling your sheets in the morning.

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[thomamour]

𝐥𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐬.

arataki itto x gn!reader | 877 words | minors dni

content warnings: ooc itto, oral (reader receiving), size kink, overstimulation, use of the term ‘cunny’, vaginal penetration, creampie, slight degradation, itto is a big meanie

author’s note: yet another repost! this is definitely super ooc for itto since this was written on the day he was announced before we knew anything about his character. it’s still hot imo so please enjoy and look forward to a more accurate depiction of itto soon!!

His large hands are firm against the backs of your thighs, holding you spread open for him as he plunges his tongue in and out of your spasming hole. He’s cruel with his actions, ignoring the way you struggle and writhe from overstimulation. You’ve already cum 3 times, but that’s far from enough for him. Everything he does, he does with exuberance. He has to give it his all everytime, he doesn’t do anything casually.

“Itto! Please! I can’t take it,” you whine, pushing at the top of his head.

You’re so small compared to him, so weak. It’s cute that you think your puny human strength has anything against a man with oni blood coursing through his veins. Your hands wrap around his horns as he looks up at you, scarlett eyes scanning your fucked out face.

He hasn’t even given you what you want most: his cock. He’s painfully hard in his pants, hips rutting into the bed just to seek out some friction. You’re so beautiful, so perfect. He can’t help but to get off on your pitiful cries and the desperate rolls of your hips against his shockingly long tongue.

Itto speaks from between your thighs, a gruff grumble of “Cum for me again and i’ll fuck your pretty cunt. You can do it.”

You whimper, your eyes rolling back as he flicks his tongue over your sensitive bundle of nerves. Your hands curl tighter around his horns, making him growl into your pussy. The vibrations make you see stars, your thighs straining against his grasp as your release hits you like a ton of bricks.

“Ah shit! Itto~!” you squeal, legs quivering and heart racing as he tongue-fucks you through your high.

He smiles against you, hungrily lapping up your juices as you keen above him. He's uncharacteristically gentle when he lets your legs go, settling them softly against the futon below. Wiping his mouth on the back of his hand, he moves up to loom over you.

“Think you can handle me?” he asks teasingly, tugging his pants down to free his impressive length. It smacks up against his belly, precum already making a mess of his toned abs.

Nodding, you wrap your hand around him. Your fingers don’t even come close to touching, he’s just that big. Itto thrusts into your touch, shivering at the way your soft palm glides so smoothly over him. “I want you to fuck me, make me your cocksleeve,” you purr, a shy smile painted across your face.

“You don’t even have to ask.” He moves away from your touch, fitting himself between your open thighs.

Itto grunts as he pushes inside of you, your walls struggling to accommodate him. He places a hand on your belly for leverage, slamming into you with no regard for your comfort. He laughs at the way you jolt and immediately claw at his skin.

His pace is brutal, barely allowing you to breathe as he rams his hips into you. The stretch burns, leaving you seeing stars as he ruins your sweet cunny for any other man. He wastes no time before the fat head of his cock is seeking out your g-spot and drilling into it.

Itto isn’t surprised when you cum in mere minutes, he’s more surprised that you lasted so long. It’s a new record for him, sluts like you always cum in seconds once he’s bullied his thick cock into them. He looks down, biting his lip at the creamy ring of white building up around his base. He's already tasted your pussy, but he can’t stop himself from salivating like a wild animal at the thought.

Your voice cracks as you beg him for more, your little hands clinging tightly to his wrists as you try to keep yourself centered. He’s more than happy to oblige, angling his hips to somehow fill you more completely than before. He kisses at the entrance to your cervix, making your vision go spotty from the erotic pain.

Your words become a slurred mess; a mix of pleas for him to let you cum again and nasty curses that he'd never expect to hear from someone like you. Your praise of how good it feels does nothing but boost his already large ego. He could get off on your words alone, but your slick walls are doing more than enough to make him hit his own release.

He cums with a growl, fucking his hot spunk deeper into you as you unravel around him yet again. Itto sees a glimmer of relief in your eyes as he slows to a stop, but it quickly fades as he man handles your legs over his shoulders this time.

“W-what? More?” you squeak, already moaning as he starts back up.

He grins. “of course. What, did you think I'd only cum once after making you feel so good? I need my pleasure too, pet.” With stamina like his, you’re in for a long night.

Pretty little things like you should know better than to ask so whorishly to be fucked. You shouldve been smarter than to assume he’ll treat you delicately or with any consideration for the limits of the human body. He's a man who does nothing lightly or without full vigor; screwing the sweethearts of inazuma is no different.

[wrixthesley]

cw: drugs(weed, molly), drug dealer! Connie(timeskip Connie), brain dump bc I don't wanna do my project or pack anymore, creampie, unprotected sex, slight dumbification, dubcon

no bc no one is ready for Connie who loves blowing smoke in your face and loves how fucking stuck up you are. you know what strains you want and what gets you the highest, you scoff when he tells you that you need to slow down on smoking and mock him when he tells you not to take molly because he knows you can't handle it.

& he's right, you're all over him, climbing over his lap in a skirt that's too short and wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him in for a sloppy kiss that he accepts. Your tongue swirling with his and his palms sneaking under your skirt to massage the flesh of your ass before telling you that he's so fucking hard, wants to know what your pretty pussy feels like wrapped around his cock.

His words fly south and your hands are moving too slow for your liking, his belt is impossible to undo and you curse under your breath because everything feels so fucking hot and you just want some kind of relief. Connie's touch feels so nice and cool against your thighs but you absolutely melt when he finally undoes his belt and lets his cock free and you can feel the tip nudging at your entrance.

He grabs your face and makes you look at him as you slowly impale yourself on his cock, drinking up your facial expressions and cute little whines of "connie, s'full"

connie who bounces you up n down on his cock over and over again until you're nothing but his dumb little whore, begging for him to cum inside of you. Nothing but his little cum dump who will always come crawling back to him for more from now on.

[erenchanted]

𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐭.

eren jaeger x fem!reader | 2.4k words | minors do not interact

content warnings: vampire eren, dubcon (use of aphrodisiacs; vampire saliva and human blood both have numbing and inebriating effects), blood play, fingering, oral (f receiving), overstimulation, breeding kink, creampie

author’s note: just a repost from my old blog to start the week off.

You stared at him wide eyed, mouth agape as he finished his sentence. He had to be fucking with you. Vampires were a myth, something from childhood ghost stories and horror movies. Surely your friend of nearly three years was lying to you, there was no way it could be the truth.

“Good one, Eren. At least make your story more believable next time.” You patted his arm gently, shaking your head as you leaned back into the couch cushions.

A frown spread across his pretty face, green eyes dejected as he sighed. “I’m not lying. I swear. I thought you’d be the person who’d trust and believe me.”

Mixed feelings of worry and annoyance crept over your senses. He sounded too genuine, too hurt to have been lying to you. “Are you serious, Ren?”

He just nodded, looking up to catch your gaze. “Do you want me to prove it or something?”

“Umm. How?”

He leaned close to you, a hand resting on your knee. “Do you trust me?”

The moment you nodded, his lips were on yours. He didn’t waste any time pushing his tongue into your mouth. You tried not to gasp as your hands came up to brace against his chest. The initial feeling of shock faded quickly, an almost numb haze replacing the anxiety that stored itself in your belly. You could feel the muscles in your body relax against him as he deepened the kiss, his tongue sliding deliciously against your own as he moved to hover over you.

He pulled away after what felt like hours, his emerald irises dark with desire. “How do you feel?”

You couldn’t think, your thoughts a muddled mess as you tried desperately to pull him back against you. “So good.. Want more please,” you pleaded, overcome with a carnal need for his touch.

“Vampire saliva has pleasure inducing properties to aid in feeding. It’s basically an aphrodisiac. Do you believe me now?”

“Mhmm. Are you… hungry?”

You reached up towards his mouth, trying to feel for his fangs. He pushed your hands away, ghosting his own fingers over the side of your neck. Eren nodded, licking his lips at the mere idea of getting to feast on someone he cared so dearly for.

“Go ahead. I want you to feel good too.”

He shuddered at your words, eyes watering as he dipped down to press his lips to your neck. Your scent filled his nose, leaving him stunned. He hadn’t even pierced your skin, yet he could practically taste you already. The prick of his teeth sinking into your throat made you squirm, your eyes scrunched closed as the feeling made your heart jump. It was quickly soothed by his tongue smoothing over the bite marks, his toxic saliva numbing the pain.

Eren sucked hungrily at your neck, his hands holding your waist like a vice. His eyes rolled back as his hunger was satiated, the sweet taste of your blood coating the inside of his mouth and his fangs. His hips rutted into you, his body acting on its own as he intoxicated himself. Your shuddery moans spurred him on. He wanted to devour you, to make you completely his.

He caught himself slipping and pulled back quickly. Blood stained his lips red, thin rivulets dripping down his chin. “You’re so sweet. I can’t help myself,” he warned, panting as he stared down at your disheveled figure.

You couldn’t tell if it was from the blood loss or the severity of the situation, but your head was spinning. “Take as much as you want, please.”

He groaned, burying his face against your shoulder. “Don’t tell me that, baby. I’ll suck you dry.”

There was no way to deny that his sentence hadn’t sent shivers down your spine. There was something so excitingly terrifying about the idea of that. Pleasure pooled between your thighs as you replayed his words in your head. “I wouldn’t stop you if you did.”

You could feel his heartbeat speed up at your confession. He sat up and ran a hand through his dark hair, the strands mussed from being pressed against you. You tilted your head to the side again, exposing the mark he’d left. Eren couldn’t help but lean back in, this time just lapping at the slow trickle from your wound.

His hands snaked down your body, popping the button of your jeans free and dragging down the zipper. You were in no position to stop him, your limbs heavy and mind foggy from everything he was doing to you.

“You’re so weak… Pliable. I could do anything I wanted to you,” he whispered, slowly undressing your lower half.

He pressed his thumb to your clit, watching as you jumped at the slight touch. His eyes widened as he realized that each time you jolted and your heart rate picked up, more blood spilled from the puncture marks. How lovely. Eren circled two fingers against your dripping slit, marveling at how your little hole clenched around nothing.

He moved lower, settling between your thighs. Eren inhaled deeply and kissed lightly at your clit. He hooked his arms under your thighs to hold them open before licking a broad stripe between your folds. Your tiny gasp made him growl animalistically as he sucked your clit into his mouth. You might’ve soothed his hunger, but his lust was becoming the only thing he could think about.

Your back arched as he let you go and slipped his fingers into you. The combination of his mouth on your sensitive nub and his fingers stretching you open was mind blowing. You rocked your hips as best as you could against his tight grip, desperate for more contact. He smiled against you and obliged, hooking his fingers to rub teasingly at your g-spot.

“Oh fuck! Eren, please!” You weren’t even sure what you were asking for, all you knew is that you needed more.

“So pretty for me.. My sweet baby. I wanna make you cum.”

You nodded quickly, spreading your legs wider around his head as he pushed his tongue into you alongside his fingers. His pace was dizzying and only added to the intense pleasure building in your abdomen.

Eren left no inch of your cunt untouched as he lapped hungrily at you. He was like a starved man all over again and your sweet pussy was the only thing that could satisfy him. He got rougher every time you moaned or cried out for him. He needed to make you come, to feel your velveteen walls squeeze around his digits.

“You’re so wet, dripping all over my hand. Is it really that good?”

“Yes!” you gasped, body shuddering as he drew you closer and closer to release. “I’m gonna fucking cum, oh my god.”

He groaned, already feeling you flutter around him. “Please cum for me. I want to taste it.”

You came at his words, crying out his name like a prayer as he licked circles around your clit. Your cunt clamped around his fingers, making it near impossible to keep fucking them into you through your orgasm. The come down was quick and easy, your body relaxing as he used his free hand to knead the flesh of your thigh.

He pulled his fingers out, licking them clean before gripping back at your waist. The comforting post orgasm bliss didn’t last long before he had his tongue buried back in your cunt, slurping and sucking hungrily at your release. You cried out, too sensitive from his previous treatment to endure more. He ignored your shaky pleas, pinning your legs open as he licked you clean.

Your hands tangled in his hair, holding his face against you as the pain of overstimulation quickly shifted to pleasure. You rocked against his tongue, mewling as his teeth brushed over your clit. He nipped at you, leaving you reeling as he provoked another orgasm from your aching pussy.

“Cumming! Ohhh, Eren~!” Your head fell back, hands tugging at his roots as his actions continued. You’d never felt such overwhelming pleasure before, but now you wanted nothing else.

Your grip relaxed as you slumped back into the couch, chest heaving from exertion. He sat up and licked his lips clean as he used his fingers to gather more of your spilled blood.

“Taste yourself.” He held the digits to your lips, smearing the liquid slightly.

At any other time you would’ve refused, but you quickly complied, suckling at his fingers. The metallic taste made you wrinkle your nose, but you couldn’t pull away from his touch. He slipped his fingers from your mouth, wiping your spit on your cheek before kissing you deeply. He pulled back and squeezed your cheeks to force your mouth open before letting a ball of his spit fall onto your tongue. You swallowed gratefully, never breaking eye contact.

“Gonna fuck your pretty pussy, darling.”

He leaned back, pulling his black turtleneck over his head. You ran your hands over his chest, taking in every ridge and bump with your fingertips. You never would’ve imagined you’d ever be in this position, fucking the man you considered your closest friend. Eren unbuckled his belt and shoved his jeans off, not bothering to take his time before he was completely nude.

His cock sat heavy between his muscular thighs, flushed red tip dripping pre-cum. It was pretty. That was the only word to describe it. Long, thick, and just pretty. It curved upwards, a throbbing vein running along the underside of it. His balls were just as impressive: low hanging and big. He was well groomed in a way that only made sense for him. Your mouth watered at the sight, already imagining the way it’d fill you so perfectly.

Eren spat in his hand and wrapped it around the base of his cock, stroking it a few times before situating himself between your thighs. He ran the tip between your folds, coating himself in your juices. With his size, he’d need as much lubrication as he could get. He pressed his blunt cockhead against your hole, moaning as he slid into you. God, your cunt practically strangled his cock with the way it wrapped so tightly around him.

He bottomed out quickly, his tip sitting right against your cervix. He gave a shallow thrust, wincing at how difficult it was to push into you. “You’re too tight.” He rubbed at your clit, encouraging you to relax around him. It must’ve worked because before you could blink, he was hammering roughly into you.

Your hands flew to his shoulders, clinging tightly as he pounded into your tight hole. Your mouth hung open in shock, eyes watering at the pleasure he was causing. “So good, baby! So big,” you crooned, hooking your legs around his waist.

Eren smiled at the compliment and leaned to press a kiss to your forehead. “You feel so perfect around me. Wanted this for so long.”

You gasped as he picked up his pace. “Y-yeah?”

He nodded, nails digging into your waist as he split you open on his length. “Wanted to make you mine. My baby, my perfect girl.”

“I’m yours now, Ren. Forever.”

That sparked something inside of him, his pupils dilating as he angled his hips to hit exactly where you needed him. Your gummy walls squeezed around him, fluttering and sucking him deeper into your pussy. His mouth was back on your neck, fangs almost tearing at your skin as he bit back into you.

A sharp cry tore from your throat, the burning pain making your vision blur as he drank from you. It was too much for you, your release ripping through you as he fucked wildly into your clenching hole. Your walls milked at his cock, wanting nothing more than to keep him deep inside you forever.

“Did you cum from me biting you? Shit, that’s hot,” he mumbled, making a mess of your neck as he nestled his face against you. “Gonna make you cum until you only remember my name,” he promised, kissing sweetly at your jaw.

Smiling weakly at him, you hugged tighter around his torso. Your orgasm didn’t even phase him, his thrusts still as brutal and steady as before. His tip kissed the mouth of your cervix, sending shocks through your body each time. Your skin felt like it was aflame, every nerve ending shooting rapid fire.

It was mere seconds before you were tumbling over the edge again, shaking and moaning as he continued unrelentingly. “Ren! Fuck!” Your eyes rolled back, grip slipping as your body went limp under him.

You barely had the energy to keep clinging to him, your only thought focused on chasing even more pleasure. Your hips bucked, muscles twitching from exhaustion. “Please cum in me. Fill me up,” you begged, eyes wide and glassy as you stared up at him.

“Beg for it, honey. Tell me how much you want it.” His tone was cruel, the sweetness he’d shown you replaced by his need to ruin you.

“Want your cum, Eren. Need it. Wanna be so full of you,” you squeaked, voice quivering as he slid a hand to pinch at your clit.

“Oh yeah? Want me to make you mine? Make you my fucktoy?”

“Yes! ‘M yours, Ren! Breed my pretty pussy!”

He groaned shakily, hips stuttering as you sent him spiraling. He came hard, flooding your cervix with his thick load. Eren stayed pressed into you, not willing to let a single drop spill from your clenching cunt. You came at the feeling, the searing pleasure making you see stars. Your body convulsed, nails scratching aimlessly over his tanned skin. Sobs wracked your body, your mind completely blank.

Eren quickly encircled your waist in his arms, holding you tightly against his chest. “Deep breaths, sweetheart. Don’t black out on me now.” His hands traced up and down your spine, lips kissing lightly over every inch of your face. “I’ve got you.”

You just nodded, clutching at his biceps as you tried to recenter yourself in his arms. “I love you, Ren.”

“I know, baby. I love you too. You’re okay. I pushed you too hard, I’m sorry.” He was genuinely nervous as he held you, not expecting you to react like you had.

“You didn’t. I’m okay, just sensitive,” you promised him, kissing at his collarbone. “Thank you.”

“Anytime, sweets.”

[maliciouslove]

𝕄𝕠𝕠𝕟𝕝𝕚𝕥 𝔻𝕖𝕤𝕚𝕣𝕖𝕤

pairing // Tsukishima Kei x Reader

word count // 2.8k

tags // friends with benefits, pining, a little bit of angst, bit of dom/sub dynamic but very badly depicted, semi-public rooftop sex, use of petnames (princess), restraints (belt), edging, orgasm denial, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, dacryphilia, unprotected sex, creampie

It’s ironic that we yearn for summer to come, yet when it finally arrives, it’s over in the blink of an eye. Perhaps good things aren’t meant to last long, perhaps that is exactly what makes them special. 

And each summer spent with him was just that: long awaited, desired, special, yet awfully short lived. 

Tsukishima works overseas, so he only ever comes back home around the end of June staying only until the end of August. It’s the only time he got off work, and he was more than happy to spend it back at home where his family and friends are. Where you are. 

You weren’t dating or anything; you had been friends since highschool, but somehow through the years you ended up in this weird friends with benefits relationship that was in force only for the duration of these two short months. It’s fun and easy: no attachment, no feelings, and the sex is so good. 

You find yourself excited and longing for him to come back home as soon as spring rolls around the corner. When the warm rays of sunshine on your skin remind you of his touch, and you count the days until he comes back. Summers with him are fun, colorful, different. Yet so short. 

And once again, it’s the end of August—the last day of sunny weather and clear, starry nights. The final hours spent with him before he’s gone again. 

You’re sitting on the rooftop, cold beer in hand, back pressed to his chest as his large hands wrap around your waist, his lips ever so gently brushing against your bare neck and shoulders. 

“What are you thinking ‘bout?” His voice is so low and husky in your ear. He trails a single finger up the length of your arm, tapping your jaw lightly with it so you could look at him. 

“About how at this time tomorrow, you won’t be here anymore…” You don’t mean to sound so needy or sad, but your voice cracks at the end and the feelings of uneasiness slip through. You avert your gaze back to the ground, quickly bringing the bottle of beer to your lips just so you can occupy yourself with something else. Just so you could play it off as not a big deal. 

But Tsukishima knows you better than that. He cups your face and brings it close to his, nose brushing against yours in the seconds before his lips find yours, thumb gently tracing down your jaw. You can’t help but smile against his lips as you realize that this is a little gesture he always does when you feel anxious. And without failure, it always calms you down. 

The taste of bitter beer mixes with the sweet taste of his tongue and you find it funny, thinking to yourself ah, how bittersweet. But the way he moves against you, the way his hands trail down your sides, sliding under your shirt… It distracts you from the fact he’s leaving soon. It fills your mind with a fog of pleasure, drowning out the tension and fear.

The night air is cool, yet his touch feels hot against your skin and before you can register it, he’s moving you to lay your back down on the concrete, his much larger body towering over yours. For a few seconds, he just looks into your eyes, and you struggle to read him. It’s funny how he can instantly tell the slightest shift in your mood apart, yet after so many years you still can’t read him, not even a little. 

He brushes a few stray hairs away from your face and smiles down at you. 

“You’re beautiful.”

It’s not the first time he’s said this, but it feels so different this time and you wonder why. His words feel like an inevitable end, like a final act of kindness of some sorts, yet his lips are trailing soft little kisses down your chest which pull you away from the thought. It takes Tsukishima no time to get you out of your tank top, hands following the shape of your hips and waist, sliding up to brush his thumb against your nipple.

His hands never leave your body, they hold you tightly as his tongue explores your breasts, eliciting a tiny whimper from you. His knee is right between your legs, so close to you, you just can’t help but lift your hips up a little so you can grind on his thigh. He’s barely started, but you’re already so needy, your fingers cradle through his blond locks and tug slightly when his hands get close to where you need him the most. 

You watch as he takes his belt off, wrapping it around your wrists. It’s not tight, but it’s enough to keep you in place as he works his way down your body, lips kissing at the hem of your shorts, thumb pressing into your clothed pussy. You still can’t help but feel as if something feels a little off tonight, but the way his every touch lights your skin on fire doesn’t allow you to ponder too long over it. 

It’s not long before all your clothes are discarded, and you’re laying completely naked under the stars while he’s still fully clothed, the only missing part of his outfit being the sweater you’re currently laying on, and the belt around your wrists. His hand runs down the middle of your chest and over your belly sliding down your core where his fingers brush against your slick folds. 

“It’s still summer, people sleep with their windows open. You better keep quiet.” He smiles as he tells you this, a single digit pushing past your entrance at an excruciatingly slow pace. It’s a single finger, but it’s enough to take your breath away and make you mewl under his touch. 

While he pumps his index finger in and out of your pussy, his thumb is softly circling your clit—not enough pressure to tighten the cord in your belly, but not soft enough to make the tension go away. Your walls pulsate against his finger, and your cunt drools, the quiet of the summer night filled with the obscene squelching noise. 

“So fucking needy, look at you, so wet over a single finger. Does it feel good, princess?” 

“Tsukki... Please, I need more…” 

He doesn’t bother responding, simply chuckles and positions himself between your thighs, eyes swallowing up the view of your slick already dripping down onto his sweater. He keeps the slow torturous pace for what feels like forever, but he’s so close you can feel his hot breath on your pussy. The tiniest change of his motion, of his breathing, affects you and it makes you clench around him. 

By the time tears of frustration start pooling in your eyes, he finally adds a second digit. It stretches you out pleasantly, and, quite frankly, two of his fingers are more than enough to drive you mad. Even with the additional finger, he doesn’t increase the pace—he keeps you right there, on the edge of insanity, marvelling at the way your body tenses, your thighs shake. Every spasm of your walls, every flutter of your eyelashes, every half-muffled moan of his name—it all belongs to him right now. 

You’ve been begging for him to change the tempo, to speed up, but when he does you regret your words. His fingers curl inside you, fingertips grazing over your sweet spot, it’s faster now and the tension inside you builds up like a tidal wave, and just when it’s about to crash over you his fingers still. 

He kisses your thighs, blowing hot puffs of air over your clit and giving it a soft kiss while he waits for you to calm down, just so he can do the same thing all over again. 

“Am I not giving you what you want, princess?” You can’t even form the words, you just shake your head, fat tears rolling down your face as you struggle to keep your eyes on his. Another devilish smile and he leans down to lick one of your tears away. 

“You know I like it when you cry for me.” And once again, even though it’s something he’s said to you before, it feels utterly different this time. You can’t quite put your finger on it, but the words leave a sour taste in your mouth and more tears well in your eyes. 

“Wanna cum?” There’s a lilt to his voice, like he’s having fun, like he doesn’t already know how badly you need a release. 

You nod frantically, please, please. His head dips between your thighs again and his mouth latches onto your clit, tongue working over your sensitive nub while his fingers finally pick up the pace. 

When your orgasm comes it is violent. You forget to be quiet, you forget where you are, everything turns dark, and your body shakes with the force of your release. It fills your lungs and brain with pleasure that courses through your body like poison, and every subsequent stroke of his tongue over your clit is a jolt of electricity travelling up your spine. 

“Stop, stop, Tsukki, too much, please,” you beg. 

You try to wiggle away from him, but he’s much larger than you, stronger. His arms wrap around your thighs, and his hands press down on your belly, and you know you won’t be able to escape. His lips and tongue move relentlessly against your pussy, it’s sloppy and the sounds are obscene, mixing with his own grunts of pleasure. You steal a glance at him and you observe how his biceps flex when you try to move away, you see his gaze burning into yours, pupils blown wide with lust, and you almost see the desperation in his eyes. The pure unadulterated excitement of what’s to come. 

A few more expert strokes of his tongue, and you’re coming undone for him again, pulling on the restraints around your wrists as the world turns black again. It’s not as violent as your first orgasm, but it lasts so much longer, like time stretches for the sole purpose of pleasure. Your chest is heaving as you try to calm yourself down, and your eyes are closed shut because everything just feels too much. 

Even without opening your eyes, you can feel him shift above you, hands once again touching you softly, with care and admiration. You can feel the cool breeze on your skin contrasting with the hotness of his every touch. He wipes away the damp hairs from your forehead and places a gentle kiss there, holding it moments longer than the usual which makes you finally open your eyes. 

There he is: on the black canvas of the night August sky, littered with stars that were the only witness of your time together. In this moment, the rest of the world fades away, and you find yourself entranced by the way the moon shines bright behind him, the light creating a halo over his head. Your eyes follow and trace the lines of his face—his sharp jawline, his neck, broad shoulders littered with tiny freckles. The scent of soap, aftershave, and sweat carries in the air, but it doesn’t repulse you. He smells like home. 

You finally match his gaze, and he’s looking back at you as if he’s seeing you for the first time in his life: golden orbs peering back at you with astonishment, with desire, and perhaps a tinge of hope. His eyes don’t leave yours as he gulps rather nervously, licking his lips. 

“I’m being relocated at work.”

It’s so quiet, you can hear the exact moment your heart stops beating. You can pinpoint to a millisecond the exact moment where your world shatters and the gears in your head go in full overdrive. What does this mean?

Is this why he’s been so weird tonight, why everything felt just slightly different? Perhaps he won’t be able to come home anymore for the summer, perhaps… this wasn’t the last time you’re with him this year. Perhaps, it’s simply the last time. 

You don’t even realize there is a fresh set of tears rolling down your cheeks until his thumb brushes them away. 

Time stands painfully still.

“I’m coming back home.”

The tiny gasp that escapes you is swallowed by his lips. He’s never kissed you like this before, with so much need and desperation. One of his hands is at the back of your head, fingers cradling through your hair as he holds you impossibly close and deepens the kiss even more, as if the tiniest gap between you will be too much. His other free hand is quickly undoing the belt around your wrists.

Finally, just as your lungs are about to collapse from the intensity of the kiss, he pulls away. You want to say something, anything, but the words get stuck in your throat and you’re left staring up at him with big doe eyes, lashes still wet from the tears. 

“I don’t have to leave anymore. I don’t have to wait for summer to see you.” 

He smiles, and his eyes shine like little suns in the dead of night. You place your hand on his cheek and trail it down his neck as if to make sure this is real, he is real. 

“Tsukki—”

“Be mine.” 

All the unspoken words, all the feelings bottled up inside you finally break free as your heart hammers against your ribcage. Now it’s your turn to hold him impossibly tight and close as you bury your face in the crook of his neck, whispering barely coherent sentences about how you’ve always been his. Most of the words get lost between sobs, but he knows, he understands and there is a blooming warmth inside his chest. 

Somewhere between sobs you find his lips again, and everything feels different, warmer somehow. Even though it’s late into the night, you can see clearly. The mess of limbs and moans, his fingers tangled in your hair as you struggle to take him out of his clothes. It’s rushed, it’s chaos, but your heart feels like it’s soaring. 

When you’re both finally naked under the moon, he places you in his lap, cock slipping between your slick folds as you rock your hips against his in a rhythm only you two could hear. The cicadas in the distance serenade you. 

You’ve been together for years, you’ve had sex many times, yet it feels much more intense now. Every touch ignites a fire on your skin, every time his fat cock rubs against your clit you can practically see the gates of heaven. 

He looks into your eyes as you finally begin to sink down on his cock, now wet and covered in your arousal, and you hold onto his shoulders for support. He’s big and thick and every vein and ripple on his cock makes your mind reel, until the tip of his cock finally bumps against your cervix and your mind stills. 

He takes it slow, moving your hips to his desired rhythm, hands burning hot on your sides as he guides you and whispers in your ear how long he’s wanted this. How long he’s waited for this not to be just a summer fling, no strings attached. He praises you and repeats over and over again how fucking beautiful you are, how perfect. And while his face is hidden in your neck you can tell by the strain in his voice how much emotion and vulnerability he’s actually showing you right now. 

You cup his face and force him to look at you as your hips pick up the speed, angling themselves as you bounce up and down on his cock. Tears are welling up in your eyes again but you smile at him. 

“I love you, Tsukki.” And you can see it, the shift in his eyes, the way they mellow out and turn to golden honey, the way his feelings shine behind his irises, so vivid and beautiful, so intense. 

You can feel the tension building up inside you, and it’s the next words he whispers to you that finally make it snap. 

“I love you too.” 

His hips move up urgently against yours, meeting you halfway as he thrusts inside you, completely losing himself to the feeling. The silence of the night is filled with the sound of skin on skin, the wet squelching of your cunt as he slams his cock inside you, pressing you close to himself but never breaking eye contact. There’s so much feeling in his eyes, so much promise. 

You both cross the edge almost at the same time, your velvety walls spasming and pulsating around his cock which immediately sends him over the edge too, balls tightening and emptying themselves deep inside you. You can feel every twitch of his dick inside you and you close your eyes blissfully, pressing your forehead against his. 

You listen to the sounds of your ragged breathing slowly coming back into rhythm as the cicadas continue their song, and you know…  

Love like this is a promise for eternal summer. 

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[honeymaki]

deku deku deku deku 🥺🥺 dilf deku who can’t help givin you all his cum right when you ask for it 🥺🥺🥺 who spoils you rotten n accepts the consequences of turning you into a brat 🥺🥺🥺 deku deku deku deku 🥺🥺🥺

deku deku deku:(( so nice to you, always gives you what you want cause you're his good girl, his best girl, his cute lil cum slut who begs nd begs for his thick, pearly cum even in public:((

bringin' your glossy lips close to his grizzly cheek, pecking him nd whispering how much you want his cum all drippy nd sticky in your panties🥺🥺 in this cute lil cafe he'd brought you too? s'mean of you to even flutter your eyelashes nd say "please daddy, I'll be good I promise," nd he's got you shunted into a quiet bathroom somewhere with your panties tight around your fleshy thighs nd your cute hands all little and barely able to match the way Deku's thrusting his big leaky cock between them:((

he loves it when you beg for his cum, but loves it more, especially, god he adores it when you don't, when you're squirming nd kicking and scratching him nd his big big body over yours🥺🥺 adding to his scars and squealing that he's too deep, that you're gonna tear in two, that he can't cum in you cause there's no space, daddy please, s'too much, too big, too much:(( but big big Deku nd his broad hands smush into the backs of your thighs and squashes you into the mattress and cums buckets🥺🥺 so much, so fuckin much you can hear it spurting out of your abused, puffy lil hole:((, humping you, rutting into you cause he's still cumming nd grunting nd choking like he's a silly virgin, all cause you were too full nd didn't want his cum, Deku's gonna give it to you anyways

[honeymaki]

The way you get so cock drunk off of Yuuji is ridiculous; head thrown back, mouth open, eyes unfocused and hardly open, squeals and moans and incoherent babbling about how good his cock is fucking you open, that you want more, need it harder, want his cum coating your insides. But what’s more ridiculous is how pussy drunk Yuuji gets off of you; hips hardly lifting from yours, cock dragging through your walls, barely pulling out, pelvis smushed against your clit hard enough for him to feel it throb, smearing yours and his cum up his stomach and hissing at the slippery drag of his balls against your ass. Both of you are hardly talking, unable to tell the other to keep going, to stop, to cum, to kiss, to do something - only able to grip each other and flutter and quiver and groan through your orgasms, from one straight into another because being this inebriated on each other is downright addicting. 

｡+ﾟ☆ﾟ+｡★｡+ﾟ☆ﾟ+｡★｡+ﾟ☆ﾟ+｡★｡+ﾟ☆ﾟ+｡

[thomamour]

𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞.

thoma x fem!reader | 1.9k words | minors dni

content warnings: femdom, mommy kink, use of the nickname ‘puppy’, pegging, vaginal penetration, brief cum eating, mild overstimulation, slight dacryphilia, creampie

author’s note: this is a repost from my old blog and it seems like the perfect fic to get this blog actually started. enjoy!

Needy moans and shaky whimpers pulled you from your half asleep daze. The steady huff of Thoma’s breath against the back of your shoulder told you all you needed to know. He was desperate. And you were in the right mood to have a bit of fun with that. The dynamic between you two was interesting. Depending on the day, he was either ready to drive you up the wall and leave you shivering and sobbing, or the roles were reversed. It was you who’d send him into a dazed, quivering state. You could tell that today would be the latter. 

“What’s wrong, pretty boy? You gotta use your words if you want help.” You rolled over to face him, smiling lightly at the pink flush spread across his cheeks. 

He frowned, eyebrows drawn as he watched you relish in his discomfort. “Please. I want you so bad. You’ve been so mean.. Teasing me too much.” 

Reaching out to cup his jaw, you leaned close to press a soft kiss to his parted lips. “I suppose since you’ve been so good lately that I’ll give you a treat.” 

Thoma nodded eagerly, green eyes wide. “Thank you.” 

He chased after your kiss, his lips hungry against your own. The faint taste of peppermint toothpaste flooded your taste buds as he pushed his tongue into your mouth and slid it against your own. Fingertips dug into your waist, pulling you flush against his bare chest. 

His steady heartbeat synced with yours, the two of you in a perfect harmony of push and pull. Threading your fingers through his messy hair, you tugged roughly, forcing his head back. 

“How do you want it tonight, puppy? Are you in the mood for me to have my way with you?” 

He nodded rapidly, pupils blown as he looked up at you. “Please, mommy. Want you to make me cry,” he murmured, shifting his hips restlessly.

“I know, sweet boy. I’ll take care of you,” you cooed, kissing him chastely. 

Thoma situated himself on his back against the pillows, his legs spread slightly. The rise and fall of his chest was noticeable as he squirmed in anticipation. You ran your hand up his thighs and hooked your fingers into the waistband of his boxers before dragging them down his legs. He shivered at the cold air against his exposed skin, his muscles visibly tensing. He was gorgeous, long legs laced with strong muscles from his work, broad chest and shoulders, light patterns of freckles dusting the skin that saw the most sunlight. Any artist would be lucky to have such a model laid out before them. 

You wrapped your hand around the base of his cock, slowly stroking upwards. Thoma whined, bucking his hips into your grasp. With your free hand, you shoved his hips down, shifting forward to pin him down. 

“Be patient. I’ll give you what you need. Don’t worry.”

He nodded, a slight pout on his face. “But I need you. Please. I want you so badly.”  

A teasing smile spread across your face as you looked up at him. Leaning forward, you pressed a kiss to his leaking tip. “Should I ride you until you can't see straight? How does that sound, puppy?”

Thoma shook his head, a crimson flush across his face. “No.. I want you to fuck me, mommy. With your cock.” 

“Of course, honey. You’re gonna look so cute stretched out on my dick.” Reaching out, you grabbed your strap and a bottle of lube from the bedside table. 

He sighed happily, relaxing comfortably into the mattress. Thoma ran a hand down his body, tracing his fingers over the vein on the underside of his length. He shivered at his own touch, eyes fluttering closed as you pushed his legs open and settled between them. The click of the lid of the lube bottle made him tense in anticipation. 

A quiet ‘please’ slipped past his lips as he pushed himself closer to you. You poured the liquid onto two of your fingers before circling them against his puckered hole. 

“Shit! S’cold,” he whined, wincing as you pushed your fingers into his tight ring of muscle. “Ohhh.”

Scissoring your fingers to stretch him out, you curled them against his prostate. He shuddered, lips parted as he stared at you wide eyed. 

“Hold your thighs up against your chest, sweetheart. You’re squeezing so tight on me. Relax.” 

Thoma placed his hands under his knees, pulling his legs up to rest against his chest. A sharp moan tore from his throat at the new angle, his eyes welling with tears as he rocked his hips into your hand. “I need you now! Please.. I can’t wait any longer.” 

“Alright, pretty boy.” You pulled your fingers out before slipping the belts of your strap on over your hips and tightening them. 

He shifted, practically folding himself in half as you lathered more lube over the length of the toy. Settling higher on your knees, you lined yourself up with his hole before sinking the full length into him.

You held still to let him adjust, his body tensed as he got used to the stinging stretch. Once you saw the familiar slump of his shoulders, you knew it was your signal to move. 

You took your time; slow, deep thrusts aimed deliberately at his sweet spot. He moaned deliciously with each one, his head thrown back in bliss. 

“Faster, mommy,” he gasped, eyes rolling back as you complied. 

Your pace was brutal, barely giving him any time to muster up any words. Broken gasps and shuddery moans were all that he could get out. With a hand on his hip, you reached forward with your opposite hand to pump his neglected cock. He choked on his breath, spluttering as he bucked his hips upward into your grasp. 

“I’m gonna cum! Fuckkk, ‘m gonna cum already,” he mewled, his grip on his legs slipping as you pushed him closer and closer towards release. 

“Go ahead, puppy. Cum for mommy. You’ve been so so good.” You ghosted your thumb over his flushed cockhead, humming appreciatively as he spilled his load over your hand and his lower stomach. 

Thoma breathed heavily, the grip he had under his knees slipping as you fucked him through his high. Your hips hadn’t come to a still, the blunt head of your artificial cock rutting roughly into his abused prostate. 

He whimpered pitifully, eyes wide and watery as he met your dark gaze. “More?” 

You just nodded, pinching softly at the flesh of his thigh. There was something so beautiful about the look of pleasure in his eyes, his emerald irises almost completely obscured by his blown out pupils. A small whisper of ‘thank you, mommy’ graced your ears as you continued focusing your attention on his still-hard length. 

It wasn’t long before he was crying out again, his body quivering as you worked him to his limit. A gentle hand on his length and your steady pace was leaving him dizzy, his words becoming more slurred and erratic with each minute that passed. 

“Cumming! Mommy, oh fuck!” His mouth hung open in a silent scream, eyes squeezed shut as he came harder than before. His back arched off the bed, legs spasming as he tried to deal with the intense pleasure filling his body. 

You came to a slow stop but didn’t pull out, the toy still nestled deep inside of him. “You’re making such a mess, baby. So filthy.” 

Thoma sobbed at the loss of contact as you slowly pulled the toy out of him. His hole fluttered pitifully, practically begging you to fuck back into him. “Want more, please.” 

“Honey, you’re shaking like a leaf. I don’t think you can take more.” Rubbing soothing circles on his thighs, you held your cum coated fingers to his lips. 

He swirled his tongue eagerly over your digits, licking his own spunk like he was a starved man. You couldn't help but scoff internally. What a slut. 

“I can take more. I wanna make you feel good too. Let me fuck you, mommy. Please?” 

“Go ahead. You’ve been such a good boy. You deserve a treat, puppy.” 

Thoma moved gingerly, shaky hands unbuckling your strap and dragging it off your hips. You let him lay you back against the pillows, his hands gentle and loving as he ran his fingers over your body.

He nudged your thighs apart with his knee, immediately settling between them. “You’re so beautiful, mommy. I love you.” 

“I love you too, pretty boy. You’re so sweet.” 

He smiled bashfully as he wrapped a hand around his length before lining up with your slick entrance. “You’re so wet just from fucking me. I’m gonna make you feel so good just like you did for me,” he assured you, nodding eagerly as he pushed his tip into you. 

You moaned at the intrusion, hooking your legs around his hips to pull him deeper into your cunt. “I know you will.” 

His pace was decided quickly, his hips crashing into yours with such a burning passion. He was erratic and sloppy, hips moving almost too fast for his own good. Thoma buried his face against the side of your throat, gasping loudly as your walls clamped around him. 

“Just like that, honey. You’re filling mommy up so well. Feels so good.” You embraced his shaking body, one hand running through his messy hair as he fucked wildly into you. 

Each thrust delivered a delightful press into your g-spot, causing pleasure to brew in your belly. He reached a hand between your intertwined bodies, using his slender fingers to toy with your clit. A cry tore from your throat, your nails digging into his skin at the intense ecstasy that coursed through you. 

Thoma whimpered at the slight pain, his hips crashing harder into yours. “Are you close? Am I doing good?” he warbled. You could feel his hot tears against your skin as he spoke. 

“So good! I’m gonna cum soon, pretty boy.” The tension in your abdomen was becoming incredibly intense, signaling that your own orgasm wasn’t too far away. 

He babbled nonsensically, gripping tightly at your hips as he pounded into your gummy walls. He rubbed faster on your clit, making your eyes roll back in your head. 

“Fuck, puppy! I’m cumming, oh shit!” You clung tighter to him, chest pressed hard into his as your orgasm hit you like a train. 

Your walls milked at his cock, tightening like a vice around him. He came with a sob, shuddering as he collapsed onto you. His hips came to a stop, stuttering messily as he relished in the tight grip of your warm cunt. 

With gentle hands, you rolled him off of you. His eyes were unfocused and glassy as you looked down at him. You straddled his hips, sitting over his cock. 

“Thank you,” he squeaked, reaching for your hips. 

“You can't even see straight, you still want more?” You asked, fitting his dick between your folds. 

“Hah!” He jumped at the sensation, shivering as you slid yourself along his length. “Too much. Hurts, mommy.” 

“Should I stop?” you asked, brushing away his tears. 

He shook his head, rocking his own hips to match your pace. “Need more. But I can’t cum anymore,” he confessed, groaning as you ground your clit against the head of his cock.

“Oh? And you still want more? You’re insatiable, puppy.” 

[bokutoslittlebird]

Helpless

Day 6 of Birdie’s Bokuto Week

Summary: After Bokuto staked his claim on your body, you don’t have the energy to push him off and tell him no. When he’s a bit too loud one night, will you find a way out of this predicament or become more helpless than before?

Warnings: noncon, toxic work environment, cum eating, exhibitionism/voyeurism, f. oral receiving, rimming, threesome-ish, dacryphilia, overstimulation, somnophilia, nipple play

Everyone could tell that Bokuto was much more chipper these days, each play reflecting his mood as each ball made it in the line and managed to not get blocked. If they did, he simply just smiled and laughed it off, but his gaze always turned to you and smiled your way, wishing for your approval. A small clap of the hands would do it, showing small appreciation. When he turned away from you, you’d end up dropping the smile and hands, looking down at your notebook and fiddling with a pen.

It was scary, that one night, finding yourself unable to do anything against Bokuto as he took the last thing you had going for you away, so it was hard to even look at him sometimes. The only people on the team who didn’t worry or scare you as much anymore was Hinata, Iwaizumi, and Aran. Even then, Iwaizumi was the only one who checked up on you and made sure nobody was going too far. When he asked you how you were the day after, you were still processing the night and lied, telling him nothing bad has happened yet. He smiled and told you to tell him if anything does happen, he’d be happy to set someone straight. As you sit on the bench, you wonder if he’d be upset at you for lying about anything bad happening, even if you were just startled when you told him.

The whistle from the coach signaled a break, which usually meant you spent 15 minutes on your knees in the bathroom. Sighing, you clicked your pen and closed the notebook, setting them down as the coach told everyone to take a break and what he’d focus on continuing after the break. When he waved them off, Atsumu was almost quick enough to get to you first, but Bokuto had clasped his hands in yours before Atsumu could say a word.

“Bokkun, you’re always spendin’ time with her on your breaks! Give the rest of us a chance,” he huffed, a bit miffed. You couldn’t blame him, seeing as Bokuto has taken Atsumu’s place in monopolizing you. There hadn’t been any fights like that one day, Bokuto in too much of a good mood to bother with Atsumu.

“Hm, maybe it’s just cause she likes me. Don’t you, manager?” He smiles, one that you’d find comfort in if the situation was different. A shaky smile paints on your lips, a shallow nod as Bokuto’s eyes practically shine. He says nothing more to his teammates as he briskly walks out of the gym. This time, instead of going into the men’s restroom, he goes into the women’s.

“Bokuto, what are you doing? We don’t usually come in here,” you ask, finding your nerves coming back as he drags you in. There’s a bit of a walking distance between the two restrooms and you’re the only one using the women’s restroom, so it’s hardly used and practically empty all the time.

“Didn’t want anyone to accidentally get a glimpse of my pretty manager’s pussy, that’s all,” he hums, deciding to push you up against the wall at that moment. Quickly realizing what he means, you tell him that you shouldn’t do that right now, promising to let him do what he wants later, but he’s ignoring you as he unzips the jacket. “I just need a taste to continue to my game, don’t worry, baby. Your pretty mouth gets a break,”

“Bokuto, I won’t be able to walk straight afterwards, everyone’ll know!” You harshly whisper, worried about the looks you’ll get. Bokuto simply licks his lips as you say that, getting on his knees as he tugs down your pants. The sweatpants pooled around your ankles and your panties followed soon after, Bokuto pressing a kiss to your bare knee as he hiked up your leg, keeping it bent. With the position, you felt goosebumps on your skin as the air of the room hit your exposed pussy, arms crossing over your chest as a shiver ran up your spine. Bokuto doesn’t seem to mind, his lips leaving a trail on your inner thigh until they’re pressing a kiss on your folds.

He doesn’t seem to mind the lack of wetness, diving between your folds with his tongue as he sucks on your clit. It’s pleasureful, but your worries keep you silent as you let him do what he wants to do. You know he’ll be unsatisfied until you finish, which means you have a time limit, making your anxiety worse. While you’re trying to calm your nerves and focus on the pleasure, Bokuto is blissfully stroking your pussy with his tongue and pushing it into your cunt, gathering juices on the tip. He’s eagerly slurping, a few nibbles on your clit that has your body jerking, making your legs weak as you put a hand in his hair, not sure whether to pull him away or push him closer.

Sensing you want him closer, he lets out a moan that vibrates against your skin, adding to the pleasure as you try to not fall. It eventually fails as he gives you one long lick, swirling his tongue around your clit as your knee buckles. He’s quick, grabbing your thighs so you don’t fall and puts them on his shoulders, keeping his face deep in your pussy to keep you pressed against the wall. A few moans are let loose from your lips as your back arches, eyes shut as he pushes two fingers into your cunt, lips and tongue focusing on your clit. He keeps this up until you’re letting out a scream, muffling it with your hand as you whole body twitches with the force of your orgasm. He doesn’t leave you, slurping up any excess as he moans in delight, giving your clit a few kisses in thanks as he does.

Nobody has come to get you yet, so you’re glad he managed to make you finish so quickly, but your worries come back when he wraps your legs around his waist, keeping you pressed against the tile as he gives you a long and deep kiss, moaning into your mouth as his hand finds itself trailing to between your legs once more. “I want more,” he groans, eyes lidded as he keeps his face close to yours.

“No, Bokuto, not here,” you whisper, “not now.”

He goes to say something else, his hands moving to his practice shorts as he hooks his thumb in the hem of them, but is cut off by Hinata shouting for him. “Bokuto-san! [Y/N]! Break’s over!”

“Fuck,” Bokuto swears, releasing his shorts as he drops your legs. He’s still hesitant, noticeable in how he gently puts on your panties and longfully looks at them as he pushes them up. You end up putting your pants back on yourself, having to pull them on over your shoes, while Bokuto watches, still close. Once fully on, he hugs you close and gives you another kiss, one hand on your back as the other grabs a fistful of your ass. “We’ll continue this later, hm?” He hums, not waiting for your answer before he goes to leave. You may be worried of others knowing, but his goal is to make sure everyone knows he’s getting special care from you.

Hinata seems surprised when Bokuto leaves the women’s restroom, but not too surprised when you’re following after him. Even with wobbly legs, you’re able to act as if everything’s normal as you wave off any concerns, telling him you’re fine. Bokuto seems to hang back a bit, waiting for you to follow him. Hinata also notices this, but just walks back to the gym without mentioning anything. Once you’re walking in front of him, Bokuto follows, his smile never leaving his face.

By the time the next whistle blows, signaling it’s dinner time and the boys need to go wash up, your legs have stopped their wobbliness. Bokuto made sure to ask for lots of water and an extra towel, making sure you had to walk in front of everyone and he made sure to smile your way every time you did so, chest puffed with pride. Your worries were probably useless, knowing he’d have bragged about it if anyone asked him questions. Even when you got your stuff and had to bend over, grabbing the bucket of water bottles, Bokuto couldn’t help but pat your ass as he walked by. Bearing with it, you pretended like nothing happened when you went to leave, managing to keep a calm facade. Not only had you made sure you wouldn’t have your back facing them when you bent down, but you were out of the way, so Bokuto deliberately went to you just to grope you. It’s nothing you shouldn’t expect, but it’s still embarrassing and very much out of your comfort zone.

Bokuto doesn’t call for you that night, as you spend your time before bed in Aran’s room. He’s been one of the few to not ask for favors as much, but you felt he needed something after a stressful day of dealing with a whining Atsumu. Not only do you spend time with Aran, who happens to be respectful of your comfort levels, but you also get to be occupied when Bokuto goes looking to ‘continue’ what he started that afternoon. Bokuto also is one of the more well-endowed members of the team, but Aran is right up there with him. After slurping up any extra cum from his cock, you give his tip a kiss as he thanks you.

“Whenever you need me,” you chirp, waving goodbye with a smile. You sigh heavily once leaving the room, but find yourself holding your breath as you pass by Bokuto’s room. The sound of snoring calms your nerves, seeing he couldn’t wait for you to be done. Tooting your own horn, you gave Aran’s one of the best blowjobs you could give as long as it drew it out as long as you could. With a brisk and silent walk into your room, you finally felt yourself fully relax once you were inside. Exhausted from the day, you simply undressed and put on a large t-shirt, deciding to shower in the morning when you weren’t as tired.

As you took too long to finish up with Aran, Bokuto ended up falling asleep while waiting for the moans and obscene noises to cease from the room. The rooms weren’t soundproof, which taught him that Sakusa was a heavy sleeper since he didn’t hear the bed creaking that one night, but that means he could hear Aran’s low moans as you went down on him in the next room. Bokuto found himself getting turned on from the noises, his mind running laps as he imagined what you could possibly be doing to get Aran to let loose with his moans, but after a quick handjob to the noises, he felt exhausted to wait anymore. However, that was before most people were asleep, right after dinner. Too early for him, usually, so he ends up waking up to a dark room and quick check on his phone shows it’s only a little past midnight, making him groan.

He can’t stop thinking about the noises, though. Just a wet dream of you servicing his cock and making him sound like that had his cock springing up once again, another groan as he accidentally rubbed it against the mattress when he rolled over. It may be late, but surely you wouldn’t mind if he wanted to get another taste. If you’re up, he’ll have to ask you for some lip service instead, but his hopes are dashed when he sees your light is off. Hoping it’s just the light, he goes to open your door and is surprised to find it unlocked, seeing as you usually lock it when you go to bed. Opening the door, sure enough, you’re asleep, not even under the covers as you sleep so peacefully.

Still as vulnerable and helpless as ever, he can’t help but grin as he shuts the door, eager to take advantage. You don’t even move as he kneels on your bed, crawling over your body as you stay still. A couple of noises leave your lips as he finds his hands massaging the flesh of your thighs and ass, testing your tolerance. He gets a movement, you putting your face into the pillow a bit more as you push your weight to the other side. Finding himself to be lucky, he slides two fingers underneath the panties, pushing them into your cunt as he’s surprised to find you’re quite wet. Thinking you might be having a dream of him as he’s had one of you, his cock twitches as he pulls off your panties. He doesn’t want to rip them off, hoping he can pull them back up you after he’s filled you up, so he’s gentle as he tugs them down your legs.

Even when he pulls your ass into the air by your waist, you don’t wake up. Your legs aren’t very good at keeping you up, but he manages to line his cock with your entrance, using his own body to keep yours stable. Without you squirming or screaming, he finds it a bit lackluster when he bottoms out easily. You don’t struggle against him, your walls parting easily for his cock. Leaning over you, he grabs fistfuls of your breasts, pushing your loose shirt all the way up as he starts a slow pace. He may have wanted you asleep, but he misses the fire you have when you’re awake.

A deep groan in your ear as he feels you squeeze his cock, sucking him back in as he rocks himself out of you. A more harsh thrust has you gasping, fingers grasping at the pillow beneath them and a moan spilling from your lips. Soon after, your eyes are fluttering open as you try to understand what’s going on. The thrusts in and out of your cunt have you going on alert, wide eyes searching behind you to find Bokuto, smiling down at you. “Nice of you to wake up,”

“Bok— Bokuto?” You sleepily reply, brain processing everything. Each drag of his cock in your walls had you clenching around him and a moan escaping your throat. “What are you doing?”

“I missed you after you spent some time with Aran. It sounded like so much fun, I had a dream about you so I came to see you. You sounded like you were enjoying it, so I didn’t see a reason to stop.” He can feel you squeezing him more, your body rigid as you squirm under him, it’s much better than just fucking your limp body. It’s like you’re trying to push him out as if your cunt wasn’t sucking him in before your eyes opened. “Just gotta let me fill you up, okay?”

“No, no, stop!” You shake off the sleepiness, trying to squirm away but he just pushes your head into the pillows, using his other hand to keep your hips still. With your mouth against the pillows, you can’t tell him to stop and you can’t even try to get him to take his cock out of you, so you just have to lay there and take it as your nails dig into his arm and wrist.

“Feel so fucking good,” he groans picking up his pace as he slaps his hips against your ass. “All mine,” he mumbles, barely audible over his mixture of moans and groans. He doesn’t bother trying to keep quiet, even making sure the bed frame hits the wall with each harsh thrust. Screwing your eyes shut, you try to block everything out until you hear the door creak open. Bokuto, however, never ceases in his pace.

“Bokuto-san? Wha— Why are you in here?” Hinata’s voice whispers. It’s loud enough for you both to hear it, even over the squelching noises. “I didn’t—”

“Fucking our cute manager, what else?” Bokuto replies, cocky as ever. It’s like he’s showing off a prize, a special treat he got. Squirming some more, hoping maybe Hinata will see your dilemma, you manage to free your face from the fabric and look towards Hinata. There’s a blush coating his cheeks as his eyes are trained on where Bokuto’s hips are slamming into you, mesmerized by the way your cunt accepts his cock. When his eyes move to you, he just stares at you, probably noticing the tears on your cheeks. “Pretty, ain’t she?”

“Help,” you whisper, hoping Hinata can see your lips. “Hinata, please,” you manage to get out, although your voice is hoarse. He doesn’t really move, but you try to move your hand to reach out to him, but Bokuto seems to sense what you’re about to do. Using his hand to lift up your head, your throat is strained so you can hardly say anything and your hands fly to his arm, digging your nails into them.

“I see you looking, Hinata,” Bokuto says, pushing two of his fingers into your mouth and pressing them against your tongue to keep your voice muffled as you try to scream. “It’s a good scene, isn’t it?”

“N-No, I-” he stutters, but then you manage to watch as his hand moves to his sleeping shorts, covering his growing erection. Knowing he’s getting turned on by Bokuto fucking you, your hopes of help are dashed. Does he know you don’t want this? He should, Hinata knows you better than most — you would’ve told him about the decision to sleep around rather than just give blowjobs.

“Enjoying the show a bit? Lock the door and I’ll let you get a closer look,” Bokuto then says, a predatory grin on his face as he stares at Hinata. There’s a beat and a small swell of hope, but then Hinata’s moving to lock the door. The resounding click feels like it echoes in the room, then you notice Bokuto’s thrusts have slowed down until they’re hardly noticeable. He’s then pulling out of you, flipping you over so your back is to the mattress and crooking his finger to bring Hinata closer. You think he’s gonna have Hinata enter you as well, but instead he just tells him to sit back and watch.

Bokuto swiftly pushes back into you, hand covering your mouth as you scream. “God, I missed that. You’re so compliant when you’re asleep,” he groans, grinning when tears form in your eyes again and your nails dig into his arm once more. You can hardly do any damage, his body rock hard as he keeps you pinned down as his hips slam against yours. It’s powerful, heard each time and the sloppy wet noises of your slick coating his cock with each thrust make your stomach churn.

Hinata watches, eyes hardly leaving your form as he drinks up each movement. Bokuto makes sure to adjust your leg, pushing it to your shoulder so Hinata has more room to look. You can’t bear to look at Hinata, feeling sick when you watch him pull down his shorts, freeing his hard cock as he jacks himself off. He’s getting off of the way your cunt eagerly accepts Bokuto’s cock, especially the sticky wetness that coats the shaft each time he pulls out. Each thrust Bokuto gives to you, Hinata’s matching the pace with his hand and squeezing down on his cock each time Bokuto groans, swearing.

When Bokuto takes his thumb and starts rubbing against your clit, your legs tighten as your back arches, your mouth free as you freely let out a mixture of a groan and a mewl, elbows digging into the mattress as you do. A dark chuckle from Bokuto brings you down from the temporary high. “So much fight, yet easily giving up in the end,” he says, flicking your little bud with his thumb so you can’t properly reply. Soon enough, your walls are constructing around his cock as you grit your teeth, drool spilling from the corner of your mouth, legs shaking as you orgasm.

Bokuto groans, sighing as he pulls his cock out of your cunt, making sure to show Hinata the sheen on it, all of your cum. It’s short-lived, as Bokuto’s pushing back into you and chasing his own end now. You don’t get the small pleasure of being uncaged, feeling Bokuto’s weight on you before you can process anything and his relentless harsh pace begins again, low moans in your ear as he keeps your legs bent and up towards your torso. His heavy balls slap against your ass as he coats your pussy and ass in your own slick, you feeling the fluid dripping down your ass. Before Bokuto finishes, you hear Hinata let out a moan, a strangled moan, as if he’s holding back, but then Bokuto’s pumping you full of his cum as he fists the sheets under him. A few lazy thrusts and then he’s pulling out, watching his cum ooze from your stretched cunt.

Bokuto then spreads your legs, signaling Hinata closer as he continues to fist his cock. He looks like he’s about to explode, but he gets closer to you as his hand slows. Bokuto brings him a little closer, guiding his cock against your sloppy pussy and patting it against you, the final touch before Hinata’s cum is splashing against your stomach and chest, some getting on your shirt. All you do is gasp, dipping some fingers into the gunk as Hinata finishes, with the help of Bokuto using his own cum as lube.

“It— It looked so good, I’m sorry,” Hinata pants out, trying to clean the excess cum off his cock. Bokuto seems to be obsessed with pushing his own cum back into you as you just lay back, unsure of what to do. “Can I.. Can I have a taste?”

“Wait, no,” you try to stop him, but Bokuto’s encouraging him, moving behind you as he keeps your legs spread for Hinata. Hinata, like Bokuto had earlier in the day, gets on his knees before your dripping pussy and laps up the cum oozing from it. You’re biting on your lip, hands finding themselves on Bokuto’s arms as you twitch. Still sensitive, you can only sit there as Hinata cleans you up with his tongue.

Seemingly not minding the taste, he hums in satisfaction as he licks and slurps up the creamy liquid, licking his lips even. With a pat on your thighs, Bokuto tells Hinata to put his hands against them and he does, leaving Bokuto’s hands free. He decides to play with your breasts, rubbing your nipples between his fingers pulling them, getting your back arching. Hinata may not seem as strong as Bokuto, but he keeps a firm grip on your thighs and keeps your legs from closing. Once he’s slurped up most of the cum, he pushes his face all the way into your pussy, tongue flicking in and out of your cunt and as whine, squirming again at the feeling.

Bokuto coats two of his fingers in his own spit, rubbing the saliva against your nipple before playing with it again. His other hand moves down to rub at your clit, getting you clenching around Hinata’s tongue before he goes back to slurping and gentle sucks. With Bokuto rubbing your clit, Hinata finds his lips trailing lower to focus on your cunt, until his tongue grazes over your ass. Jolting with a yelp, you attempt to move away. “Oh, seems like she enjoyed that. Do it again, Hinata.” Hinata does exactly that, tongue tracing around your puckered hole as you whine and squirm.

“Wait, no, not there, please,” you beg, getting Hinata to hesitate. Unlike Bokuto, who would continue regardless. A short hesitance, then Hinata’s back to tracing his tongue around and over. He never pushes it in, thankfully, but his nose does tend to nudge your cunt as he moves his tongue and lips around your other entrance. That, combined with Bokuto’s onslaught on your nipple and clit, has you trying to close your legs as you twitch, a groan as your juices splash against Hinata’s face, combined with some of Bokuto’s cum. He doesn’t seem to mind, lapping it all up and cleaning it off the rest of his face. When Hinata stands up, he turns pink when he sees how hard he is, hand grabbing his cock and giving it a few pumps. You think he’s gonna just coat your inner thighs in his cum, but Bokuto has other plans.

“I’m sure she wouldn’t mind if you gave her a little creampie, would she?” He hums, hand grasping your chin a bit harshly. “I’ll even tell you her sweet spots, what do you think?”

When Hinata furiously nods his head, letting Bokuto guide his cock into your cunt, you whine from the sensitivity and from annoyance. Hinata keeps his hands firmly on your thighs as he thrusts into you, making sure to drag his cock against your walls, while Bokuto brings your hand to his cock, eager to have you servicing him somehow. When tears stream down your cheeks, Bokuto simply wipes them away with his finger, but Hinata leans closer to lick them away, his tongue sticky from your cum coating it.

“Hinata, stop,” you whine, trying one last time. This time, Bokuto doesn’t interfere, but it’s still useless.

“I always expected to take your virginity, you know? I was your friend first,” he rambled off, never looking away from how you sucked in his cock. “I like you, a lot, so I’m gonna fill you up with my cum, okay?”

Whining doesn’t deter either of them and squirming just means they hold you down tighter, rendering you completely helpless against them.

[bokutoslittlebird]

Request: Gang rape with Shiratorizawa??

This is um.. a little rough. A little meaning very. Also, granddaughter of Coach Washijo.

Warnings: implied abusive family relations, dollificiation/objectification, noncon, no lube/dry sex (vaginal and anal), blood, gangbang, manhandling, m. oral receiving/face fucking, rough sex, double penetration, sex toys [butt plug, vibrator, blindfold, open mouth gag], facial, creampie(s), degradation, you don’t orgasm but it’s not orgasm denial

Shiratorizawa + Noncon and Gangbang

Whenever the team lost, you were always the ragdoll that took damage. Your grandfather always told his prime team members that they had built up stress to get rid of. Instead of eating and crying as a team bonding exercise, they would all take out their frustrations, anger, stress, and sadness out on you. No complaints you spoke of would be heard, falling on ears of the ones who hurt you.

The one thing you’re glad for is that your grandfather leaves you to your own devices. He shuts the doors with his back turned to you, letting his team ravage you as he turns a blind eye. You don’t think he cries for you, either. You’re a burden on him and this is the only way you’re useful. Even if the way you’re handled is horrible and the pain never quite fades, you’re stuck with this kind of life.

The kind of life where Tendō forces your mouth to stay open. Not only does it shut out any complaints you have, but it also gives them easy access to your mouth. Shirabu and Kawanishi hold you down as Tendō places the gag and Semi has enough strength to hold down your legs. Once it’s on, Goshiki takes the first turn to using your opened mouth. The gag prevents you from biting down on him, preventive measures they’ve learned from since the first time they did it.

With Goshiki fisting your hair, fucking his cock into you, Ushijima takes it upon himself to loosen you up. You’ve never been loose for them, needing proper preparation that they lack. Holding your legs up, you try to squirm out of his hold as he brushes his cock against your ass, moving right past your pussy. Unlike some, you weren’t dripping at the prospect of Shiratorizawa’s VBC fucking you silly; it never bothered them, of course. Pushing past your puckered hole, your screams were muffled by Goshiki keeping your mouth pressed flush against his abdomen, cutting off proper circulation as you gagged around his length, trying to not throw up. Tears streaked down your face, snot bubbling out of your mouth as Goshiki rutted himself against your mouth, keeping you silent as Ushijima split you open by force. Warm blood spilled out, covering his cock as he tried to gently thrust into you.

“Look at you. Only just began and you’re looking like a grade B whore. Don’t you have any shame?” Shirabu hisses, digging his fingers in the side on your cheeks, your eyes rolling back as you gag on Goshiki’s cock once more. His rutting soon turns to you being shallowly fucked on his cock until cum spills from his tip, making you choke and cough as it activates your gag reflex. White creamy fluid bubbles from your nose and drips out of your mouth as Goshiki rubs his flaccid, soaked cock all over your face, getting his cum and your snot on his dick before sticking it back into your mouth. Goshiki pulls out of you once he’s satisfied, leaving you to scream and plea for mercy as Ushijima fucks your raw ass, his only lube being your spilled blood. Shirabu lets Yamagata take his place holding you down as he fucks his hand, barely letting the tip touch your cheek as you wail. Tendō is ready with a dark cloth, covering your eyes and quickly securing it, your eyes completely blinded.

With darkness over your eyes, you’re able to hear the members moving around despite Shirabu’s sharp grunting as he pumps his cock next to you. Semi says something to Ushijima in hushed tones, but you hear it clear as day.

They were gonna fuck you together.

Attempts to scream and move away were quickly shut out when you began squirming, Tendō’s long fingers entering your pussy as a way to calm you down. Aside from his fingers, a vibrator clicked on and was brought to your clit. You threw your head back at the feeling of pleasure rippling through you immediately, only to have it move away from the little nub and closer to the entrance of your pussy. Whining wouldn’t deter them, but you still whine at the prospect of Tendō pushing the bulky head of the vibrator inside of you. It’s a painful stretch, hardly any lubrication to help it ease into you, instead burning as you wiggled, finding Ushijima and Semi holding you down.

Ushijima had yet to pull out of your ass, instead thrusting a bit harder as he chased his own release. You wouldn’t get a chance to have your own end if they played their cards properly, only wishing to satisfy themselves. While your focus was down between your legs, Shirabu had finished getting off to your face, painting it in his dripping cum as some landed in your mouth. “Damn. A lot got on the blindfold,”

“Next time, we should let her see,” Semi cooed, rubbing your thigh in faux comfort. “So she can see how much we enjoy doing this,”

“I wouldn’t mind finishing to the image of her wide eyes full of pain and fear, that’s for sure,” Shirabu chuckles, rubbing his cock against your coated cheek. Whining, he slaps you with his cock a bit. “Shut up, dumb bitch. I’d tell you to clean me, but you can’t even handle that,”

You can’t even give a proper response as you’re shaking your head and squirming as Tendō starts to move the vibrator out, only to completely turn it off and leave you dry for your hole to be used. Ushijima soon finishes his first load into your ass, groaning as he fills you up. As soon as he pulls out, Tendō is there to plug you back up, making sure that his cum stays locked inside your ass with a butt plug.

“It’ll add to her pleasure, I’m sure of it,” he croons, moving the plug a bit as you squirm. “Now, you two can have your fun,”

“Next year, you guys can do this. I’m sure Coach Washijo will keep his team’s favorite toy around for years to come, so you can take to splitting her open when she’s dry,” Semi says, rubbing his leaking cock along your folds. It’s throbbing even as his tip is placed on your inner thigh.

“She’s nothing but a toy to use. Don’t worry about comfort,” Ushijima states, rubbing his bloody cum soaked cock on your folds as well, tip bumping against Semi’s. It’s a team effort, holding your legs wide open as the two biggest cocks sink into your cunt, your screams hardly muffled by the gag. Tendō takes it upon himself to shove the vibrator in your mouth, muffling your screams and making you gag as he moves it in and out of your mouth. The vibrations are louder than your screams, letting the boys focus on how Ushijima and Semi easily plow open your entrance.

It’s easy to split you open when they’re not worried about your comfort, instead just pushing on into you until they no longer can with the occasional gentle thrust. Once they’re both in you fully, they alternate their thrusts into you and focus completely on their own pleasure. Tears streak down your face, staining the blindfold and smearing the drying cum on your face while Yamagata and Kawanishi pinch, tweak, and twist your nipples to get a reaction from you.

By the time your reactions are no longer fun to them, your body losing all energy it has, most of the team have lost their interest in you. You’re no fun when you don’t fight them, but Tendō and Semi always stay a little longer to play with you. They enjoy you better when you’re so pliant.

[bokutoslittlebird]

Request: Bokuto liked to fuck you in the locker room with everyone watching and jerking off to your sounds.

Tasteful

Warnings: school setting, dubcon (you don’t know the guys are there), exhibitionism/voyeurism, wall sex (Bokuto holds you up for a majority of it), creampie, yandere-ish??, kinda manipulative Bokuto, implied squirting

Bokuto + Locker room

After a match, one of Bokuto’s favorite things was to spend his excess energy. It didn’t matter if it was a practice match or a real match — every match he did was important and used his full focus. The thrill of winning was much greater if it was an official match, but the dejected looks on his opponents faces always swelled his body with adrenaline. Even if they weren’t great, they had room to improve and would show to be a greater challenge next time. Just another obstacle to overcome.

You were often the helping hand in spending in excess energy. Tending to him after everyone left, nobody in the large locker room to hear your moans bouncing of the walls or your screams as Bokuto fucked every last bit of his energy out on you. Even now, grabby hands slipping in the waistband of your panties as he’s too impatient to bother taking off your skirt. The other guys hadn’t all left yet, you can tell from the filled lockers you passed on the way to the showers. The water wasn’t running this time, it was just room for privacy as Bokuto was utterly impatient today. “Bo- we can’t. Not yet, the guys—“

“They left,” he mumbles, lips brushing against your ear that has you shuddering. “I heard ‘em. All gone. You’re all mine,” he mumbles again, teeth taking your earlobe between them as he rubs his hard on between your legs, brushing against wet panties.

“Hah— I’m not too sure. Can you- can you check? Pl-plea— oh!” You’re cut off as Bokuto’s fingers greedily enter you, rubbing your clit with his thumb and spreading your slick all over your folds. He just hums to your concerns, writing them off as he continues to play with your pussy. In a few seconds, your nails are digging into his shoulders as you hike your leg higher on his waist, desperate for more.

Completely forgetting about any spectators.

Bokuto knew his teammates knew what you guys did when they left. Each time, you’d end up waiting longer for each one to leave because they wanted to see the show. Each time, you’d make him wait until he was practically bursting at the seams. Making it so you’d forget about being found out meant he had more time to indulge in you and less time waiting. Even as he heard the door open and closing, you were too lost in bliss as his fingers worked you steadily towards an orgasm.

Right as you were about to finish, he removed his fingers. “Bokuto” you whine, seeking friction against his shorts. Chuckling, he pulls down his shorts and boxers, cock hard and leaking, pressing up against your thigh.

“Beg for me, babe. C’mon, I know you can do it,” he says, a bit louder than he has been. Your whines rise in volume, sweet words begging for him to fuck you senseless. It’s all he needs. You’re completely ignorant of what’s going on outside the bathroom stall and completely focused on him, just as you should be. “That’s a good girl,” he presses his lips against yours, albeit a bit messy, as he pushes himself inside you.

It’s a tight fit — it always is with him. A hand digs into the flesh of your ass, finger tapping in a command. Obediently, you wrap both your legs around him as he pushes you against the wall, keeping your weight entirely dependent on him for the most part. The thrill of knowing he won’t drop you has you clenching around him, the sheer display of strength as he starts up a fast and harsh rhythm. Pain is numbing and pleasure is quick to take over, his balls slapping against your wet cunt and ass is the only thing registering aside from your moans. Piercing and wanton, you let him know you’re enjoying it. Even as his thrusts have you bouncing so hard that your hands occasionally lose their grip. Completely focused on demolishing your pussy, he doesn’t even register your constant fight to stay conscious and held on.

He’s too busy thinking of how tight you are and how nice his cock looks when it’s covered in your juices. Thinking of how his teammates are probably fucking their fists as he fucks you, knowing they’ll never get to see the sight but they’ll be able to hear just how undone you get. He’ll be the only one to see how your eyes roll back and legs tighten around him. He’ll be the only one to feel how your walls gush around him and how your nails dig into his flesh, marking your territory, all as you reach a height of pleasure only he can give you.

When Bokuto’s pace gets sloppy and less focused, he presses his lips against yours, messily swallowing your mewls as he pumps you full of his cum. No matter what, he’ll make sure he finishes inside of you as he enjoys watching it drip out.

When he knows his team are getting their things packed up to actually leave, he decides he’ll fuck you one more time. This time, though, he wants you to squirt all over the benches.