#cw.mating press

[honeymaki]

I'm on a Yelena kick and just her holding you in a mating press as she fucks you deep and slow not anywhere good enough to make you cum. She just wants to hear you whine for her just so she can give you what you want and have you crying right into her ear.

Warnings: size kink, strapon, mating press, oral

Yelena big nd hard nd big making you hold your knees to your chest so she can eat you out without having to hold you down:((( takes over from you when you get all shaky and squeaky and writhe nd she’s slurping your pussy so loud and so hard, all puffy nd pudgy and she adores watching your clit peak between your folds🥺🥺 she especially loves sitting up on her knees with her big big veiny hands pressing into the backs of your knees, folding you in half and taking in every teary twitch of your body whenever her fat, heavy cock catches on your puffy lil clit:((( she spends so so long rubbing her cock through your folds, and flexing and thighs rubbing against your ass, sticky with your slick and her saliva and Yelena coos at you when you sniffle and paw at her from your restrained position,

“Please, wan you cock,” you’ve got such a cute little pout Yelena just can’t say no🥺 so she leans up and swings her hips into yours, cock spearing you hard nd deep but slow, her entire body weight fucking down into you, body treating yours like nothing more than a cock sleeve but her face has this adoring smile and her eyes are soft where yours are wet and glassy,

“Want to see my pretty baby dumb first okay? Keep your eyes on me, want to see the moment you think you might be able to cum if I keep this pace up,” she’s so strong and so well refined that she has no problem going for hours like this, slow and hard and keeping you folded in half, pussy squelching and dribbling down your ass, bouncing her hips off yours and making sure to grind that fuzzy pale patch of hair down her belly against your engorged clit, begging for attention🥺🥺 Yelena knows she’s just off hitting your sweet spot, if she angles slightly upwards then you’d be cumming in sprays against her pelvis, she fucking knows that all you can feel is the rhythmic pounding of her fat girthy cock in nd out in nd out of your creamy cunt and she knows it’s enough to drive you delirious with need and pleasure - exactly how she wants you🥺💕💕

[bokutoslittlebird]

Side Effects May Include...

Bokuto x reader

Author’s Note : I feel like this is long overdue

Warnings: medication [not specified], full nelson, f. masturbation, sex toys [vibrators], choking, doggy style, mating press, this is mostly smut, Princess as a pet name, creampie(s)

“Here is your prescription,” the pharmacist says. You thank her and take the bag. Taking out the piece of paper, you look over the side effects.

“May include high libido? Sure,” you laugh, though there’s no joy behind it. Your last prescription had the same side effects listed, but it lowered the libido. It wasn’t that big of a deal, but after entering a relationship with Bokuto, you found it to be bothersome. Bokuto was always bouncing off the walls with boundless energy and after the first time, he was obsessed. If he could, he’d have it every night.

You felt bad, thinking back on it. When he had asked, you always consented but you were tired after one round and found that it wasn’t as pleasureful as it could be. Bokuto noticed, of course, so you confessed about your.. predicament. He took it in stride, understanding that he couldn’t get his dick wet every night, but you let him hit it at least once a week. Yet, you would know when he went to the bathroom for 15 minutes, it was because he needed to rub one out. It made you feel like a bad girlfriend, unable to properly take care of him.

The new prescription didn’t have anything new, you felt like. Your libido was still the same, you weren’t eating more or less, and you didn’t feel the need to sleep all day from a headache. Bokuto understood, his smile as bright as it was when you guys got together when he sees you. However, he mentioned he had an away game over dinner that evening.

“It’s only down to Miyagi, so it’sa 2 day trip. I’ll leave early tomorrow mornin’ and be back late Saturday night,” he says around a mouthful of food. You laugh at that, his cheeks puffing out like a chipmunk.

“Alright, I’ll be here. I’ll get groceries Saturday afternoon, then,”

“Why’re ya laughin’?” He really doesn’t understand, which just makes you laugh harder.

“Swallow your food, you heathen! You look like a chipmunk,” you puff out your cheeks like his which has him giggling, having to turn away from you to swallow. Once he has loudly gulped down his food, he fully laughs and joins in with your laughter. A classic dinner.

The next day goes by without any issues, your body feeling a bit more active than when you were on your old prescription. Jogging around the neighborhood and deciding to exercise the extra energy off, you wonder if you’ll be more active to sleep with Bokuto. The next day, Saturday, however, you find yourself more than just a bit active.

The grocery run is in the morning and includes some extra things that weren’t on the list. After getting home and putting away the groceries, you rip into the packaging of the vibrator and batteries you bought. The extra vibrator you bought is off to the side, most likely to be used at a later date. You do push in the batteries, however, in case the other one’s batteries die. Before you head to the bedroom, you do reach out to grab the extra vibrator.

It’s late evening or early morning, you can’t tell. You’re exhausted from the marathon you’ve given your poor clit and underwear, two pairs stiff from the liquid they’ve absorbed. With the fan on, you lay on your bed with only Bokuto’s shirt to give you some decency, but even then it is too hot. Everything is too hot right now, you feel like, as your hand slides down your sides until it’s diving between your thighs and teasing your folds. You avoid your clit, feeling the desire to rub and tease it again, but you don’t. With the state you’re in, you don’t know if you’ll be able to walk anytime soon.

Good thing you don’t have to worry.

The door opening is almost heavenly to you, knowing Bokuto’s home. The loud thud from his bag hitting the floor tells you he’s in a bad mood, most likely from a lost. He’s quiet the rest of the way, probably hoping to not disturb you. With you wide awake, you decide to give him something to walk into. Hand still between your legs, you pump them into you as soft moans leave your lips.

“He-llo?” His voice pitches a bit as he enters the room. Frozen in place, there he stands. Turning your head slightly towards him, you give off a lazy smile.

“I need your help, big boy,” you practically moan, feeling your hands squelching with the accumulated slick. He doesn’t hesitate, his frown and confusion turning to a smile and desire. He’s already shrugging off his clothes as he moves closer to the bed. Once there, he replaces your fingers with his own, rough and thick enough to reach inside where your fingers couldn’t. Your hand drops, the ache in your arm from the constant movement getting to you, but that’s not the focus. With a nearly three pumps of his fingers, you’re gushing and moaning as juices drip out of you, down his hand and his thick arm. The same hand that reaches up and pushes past your lips so you can taste yourself, his own body moving up as his cock bobs against your thigh.

“So needy and I’ve only been gone for two days,” he practically coos into your ear, one hand lining himself up to push into you. Words don’t come as easily now, your mind fuzzy from the orgasm that begins the long marathon of what’s coming. “All ready and prepped for me, too. Gonna let me relieve some stress, baby?”

“Please,” your whine of pleasure has him pushing into your depths, your cunt eagerly sucking him in. Mewls come from your lips as your back arches, ass pushing back into his hips to get more. “More, please,”

“You can’t take anymore,” he grunts, large arms coming to wind around your throat. The simple action prevents you from moving any farther down. “Your tiny cunt can’t take it, princess,”

“I can! I can!” broken moans and useless mewls, that’s all you hear from your lips. He doesn’t give you a chance to speak anymore, shoving his entire length into you and splitting you open, your body bouncing forward and into the pillows. The simple action has his tip bumping your cervix, making you feel as if he actually will split you in two as he fucks into your heat. Squelching and squishing noises come your cunt with each pump of his cock into you as he disappears inside, only to come back out. The wet slapping of his balls against your clit has your walls clamping down around him, sucking him in even more as he groans and releases your neck so your body is completely limp.

A murmur of something comes from him, but you don’t understand it. When his arms hook under yours and his fingers lace together behind your head, you let out a scream as he continues to jackhammer into you. “God, I’ve missed this,” he momentarily chuckles, his forehead resting against your back, sweat soaking through the fabric as he fucks you. His constant hip thrusting must be drawing him to a close, you wonder, but he continues to drive himself into you. A low moan comes from him as his hips still, against your ass as his own orgasm splashes against your walls, filling you up.

It’s not enough.

You’re still whining, backing your ass up for more as he goes to pull out. He does pull out, but he then flips you over to see the state of your face. Snot is smeared across your face and tears stain your cheeks with drool spilling from your mouth, but he thinks you’re more beautiful than anything he’s ever seen. He’s glad he came home to this.

Legs still spread wide open, your fingers dive between your legs to tease and rub yourself, collecting the sticky cum he just spilt into you. A growl comes from deep in his chest as he watches, eyes lidded as he realizes you’re still ready to go. You’re still unsatisfied, which is unusual for you, but he isn’t going to complain. The soft mewls from you and then loud moans as he sinks himself back into you. There’s hardly any resistance as he does, groaning as he throws his head back at the sensation. Moving his body forward, he picks up your legs and hooks them over his shoulders, keeping his arms on either side of you to keep your legs up.

With the change in position, he can somehow reach even deeper into you as he thrusts. Tip bumping against your cervix and every single push and pull out of you has your cunt spasming around him, sucking him in and gushing out more milky fluid. Bubbles form at the base of his cock, wetting the slick patch of hair around there. His lips find yours, stifling your moans as he pistons into you, headboard slamming against the wall as he uses every bit of energy to fuck you into a stupor. Even now, the only noises you can make are muffled mewls, startled gasps, and broken moans. Each noise gives him the courage to keep going, even as he feels his next orgasm coming, he forces it down until your squirting and screaming all over his cock.

It isn’t too long until you’re doing exactly that, nails digging into the back of his neck and his shoulder as you cry out, ending your orgasm with a mewling moan. When your walls finish fluttering around him, his cock sore from the sensations, then does he finally release inside you. Keeping you pinned beneath him, he moans as he hangs his head low, rutting against you as he pumps more and more of his cum into you.

Heavy breathing fills in the silence where there was the sounds of sex, both of you coming down from your high. He still has more energy in him, but he’s sure you’re tired and want to sleep. Removing his face from your neck, he looks down at you to see the aftermath of his merciless fucking. A small chuckle leaves him as he attempts to wipe the tears still spilling from your eyes away. His hips move, pulling himself from you, but you whine at the loss of contact.

“I gotta clean you up, you’re a mess,”

“I’m not.. I wan’ ag’in,” you manage to get out, legs locking him closer to you as your hands run down his chest. He flushed at that, as if he didn’t just finish railing you.

“Oh, you’re still wanting, uh, more? What happened?” He asks, but you’re too out of it to properly respond, pointing a finger at the pill bottle beside the bed. He seems to understand, but you don’t actually know. He does, however, push his thick cock back into you. “Alright, then we’ll go again. Wanna make you even more of a mess,”

You can’t say anything against that, tears already starting again as your mouth hangs open in a wanton moan. He has the decency to kiss you, stifling your moans as he rocks himself into you once more.

[bokutoslittlebird]

Cupid’s Arrow + White Russian, Pincer Shanghai Strength + Blue twist

Includes — Iwaizumi Hajime, Oikawa Tōru, Matsukawa Issei, Hanamaki Takahiro

Warnings : mlm, mating press, men in lingerie, Makki’s panties, breeding, Hanamaki and Oikawa are Omegas

It began with Iwaizumi drilling himself into Oikawa. It seems like the alpha can’t keep himself off his omega when they’re alone, but Matsukawa was no better. His own omega happened to be his driving force to be ready to get down and dirty whenever the situation called for it. It began with just Iwaizumi and Oikawa, but now they’re joined by Matsukawa and Hanamaki, both who happen to enjoy fucking each other as much as their friends do.

The baby blue thigh highs Oikawa adorned that morning are over Iwaizumi’s shoulders, stretching and bouncing with each thrust and roll of Iwaizumi’s hips. Arms securely wrapped around Iwaizumi’s neck, Oikawa moans like a whore in heat as his back arches. Hanamaki‘s own outfit was torn off his skin to only leave him in a pair of panties he had specifically worn for Matsukawa’s enjoyment. The raging hot pink panties had only been briefly pushed down, the words of ‘face down, ass up’ smushed together, but the alpha took the challenge. Currently, the position had Hanamaki with his face next to Oikawa’s, cheek pressed into the carpeted floor as Matsukawa snapped his hips, adding to the already constant noises of skin slapping skin and groans.

Iwaizumi was a man on a mission, anyone could see that. With each roll of his hips and grunts coming from his throat, he was getting himself deeper and filling up Oikawa even more. The drive to be inside him and to fill him completely up — that was his goal. Matsukawa was no better, keeping Hanamaki down as he made sure the omega could feel every inch stretching him out. Hanamaki’s mewls let him know he was feeling the stretch, the squelching noises from the accumulated slick resounding around the room and driving Matsukawa to get more. More of his omega, filling him up more as Hanamaki mewls at the feeling of his alpha completely filling him up.

Hanamaki’s hands attempt to grasp at something — anything to keep him grounded, his desperate attempts finding Oikawa’s own hand, who squeezes his friend’s hand as they both moan, their alphas nearing their own ends. Matsukawa runs his thumb over Hanamaki’s slit, pumping the hard cock as the omega comes undone beneath his touch, shivering with the force of his orgasm as cum gushes from his cock. He sucks in Matsukawa with his orgasm, while his alpha forces his hips to continue to move, helping Hanamaki ride out his orgasm.

Oikawa’s mewling as Iwaizumi does a particularly deep thrust, forcing his knot into his mate as he growls, teeth sinking in the mark on Oikawa as he finishes. Hot, thick cum fills up Oikawa’s insides, the omega’s scent happy and proud as his nails dig into Iwaizumi’s neck. The overwhelming scent has Matsukawa pushing his nose into Hanamaki’s neck, biting down on the mark in his own omega’s skin. Pain shoots through Hanamaki as he feels another orgasm, sucking in Matsukawa as he squeals in delight when his alpha pushes past his walls, knot plugging him up. A similar feeling overwhelms Hanamaki as Matsukawa fills him up, thick liquid coating his walls that lets him know just who’s claimed him.

[bokutoslittlebird]

Love Potion + orange twist

Includes — Bokuto Kōtarō

Warnings: police detective!reader, threat of violence, guns, stalking, f. and m. masturbation, sexy daydreams, implied public sex? I think, porn video (brief), creampie-ish

Being in the police force wasn’t something those with a weak heart would do. There were bad things, but the worst thing about being in the force was dealing with the Families strewn throughout the area. Your job was no more than a detective, but you felt your career on the line as you investigated the Fukurōdani Family, finding the charm of the Boss to be much more than you had ever experienced. He wasn’t cruel and ruthless like other Bosses, he was sweet and even gave you information (not enough to be damaging, but enough to get you scurrying back home). It was a facade, you were sure of it, but it didn’t help your heart from beating faster whenever he got too close.

He knew what he could do to you, his hands placed on your shoulders and fingers ghosting down your arms deliberately there. Information he willingly gave you was no more damaging to the syndicate than everyone knowing his name. Bokuto knew you’d always come back for more and he knew you’d always come looking for him. The rising temperature of your body, the fast heartbeat he could feel, the way you would wipe your palms on your pants in order to rid the sweat, it was all to easy for him to realize you were precisely where he wanted you. Today would be the day, of course he’d have a back up plan, one he hopes he doesn’t have to use, but you were given coordinates to meet him. Secretly, of course. The meeting would be at night, 9 pm sharp, so you had all day to prepare. He’d have an eye on you, of course, as he sent his most loyal dog with keen eyesight.

Dinner was eaten early, for the two of you. Bokuto had dinner with others, laughing and making jokes with the other two Families he was close to, Nekoma and Karasuno. Different places and different things to deal with, yet they turned to Fukurōdani for protection that they could not give themselves. You, on the other hand, ate alone with an unknown guest. The man on the rooftops was hidden in the night, but he was just there to make sure things went according to plan. Dinner went by quickly for you, a show with a simply TV dinner in order to keep you company, but you still had hours, 4 to be exact, until you’d be meeting Bokuto.

With your lights dimming, the only thing showing light on your room was the lamps outside and the light from your phone. Even in the minimal lighting, Akaashi could see what you were doing and it didn’t involve him needing to ready his gun for an attack. No, instead he sent a message to Bokuto, a quick and short one that would him the details of your nighttime activities. He wouldn’t watch the show, no, he’s sure he’ll be able to watch much more once you’re officially with Bokuto, so he’ll give you the privacy you think you have. For now.

The shitty porn video you put on wasn’t doing much of anything, it was just supposed to help your body get hot and bothered, but nothing was doing the trick that you knew Bokuto could do. Screen shut to black, only the moonlight shining down on your bed with the faint lamplight joining it. Moving your hand into your panties, you rub around your clit and tease the entrance of your pussy, feeling the lack of arousal coating it. Leaning back and relaxing, you let your hands wander, one between your thighs while the other goes to your chest, imagining what it’d be like to be in Bokuto’s arms. He’s strong, and very large, so you imagine him to be pretty rough with his lovemaking, a thick cock to top it all off.

He looms over you, eyes lidded as he trails his hands over your body, thumbs digging into the skin as he fixates on each expanse presented to him. Your legs are spread, his thighs keeping them like that as his cock bobs between them, thick and heavy as it rests on the most sensitive area. The only area you really want him to touch, but he won’t do that. He knows your body, and he knows teasing you and dragging it out will only enhance your pleasure, so he focuses on his hands. Thumb brushing against your clit, flicking it as he spits on it, adding to the wetness. Soft moans leave your lips, just enough for him to know he’s pleasing your body properly. Fingers push into your cunt, getting a mewl in response, the pads of his fingers rubbing against your walls to heighten your pleasure.

You’re so close, he knows you are, but he pulls away. He pulls away and rubs his cock on your folds, leaning down to press his lips to yours, breaking away briefly to ask for your permission. As if you’d tell him no, your arms wrap around his shoulders as he pushes his tip into you. It’s bigger than you expected, your gasp of surprise as he rocks himself into you more and more, shushing you and pressing his lips against your cheek. Tears stream down your cheeks, but he brushes them away as he confesses to you, telling how much he loves you and how it’ll feel good in a moment, just relax.

He’s right, your breathing evens out as he continues to gently rock into you, your walls stretching to accompany all of him inside you. Once you feel comfortable, you’re rolling your hips and moaning, begging for more. Your legs are pushed up, his body warmth leaving yours as he does, only to keep your legs up with his shoulders, a devilish grin on his handsome features as he snaps his hips to yours, starting off fast and rough. It’s only begun, but you can feel your orgasm coming quickly, his cock stretching you out and his balls, coated with your slick, slapping against your ass. His groans and grunts are low, focusing on how the mewls and squeals sound coming from your lips, bruised and plump from his rough kissing. Attaching his lips to your neck, he sucks on the flesh and adds in his teeth to make sure he leaves a mark, darkening the skin.

His thrusts begin to get erratic, his own pleasure rising and his end coming to a close, but he doesn’t want to finish until you’ve reached your peak. He’s doesn’t remove himself, moving his fingers back to your clit to rub and flick, adding to the sensations until you’re screaming out his name, gibberish following as your walls tighten around him. He has to force himself to keep thrusting in, your walls clamped down so much, only to feel your walls milking him dry, hot cum coating your insides as your nails dig into his back, leaving behind marks that he’ll see even two days from then.

It’s a blissful image, one he constantly comes back to. Looking down, Bokuto finds his seed splattered against his bedsheets, white liquid staining the black silk. He’s panting, chest rising and falling as he licks his lips, looking down at the panties he so recently came to have in his possession. One of yours, of course, that he had Akaashi sneak into your apartment while you were unconscious to retrieve them. They’ve held him over for almost two weeks, but he wants more. With Akaashi’s message to him, he knows that you were thinking about him in such a filthy way, it was only right for him to think the same, no?

He had two hours before he had to leave and prepare to meet you. He’ll enjoy his fantasy with you once more, his hand firmly wrapping the cotton panties around his hard cock.

When you enter the dimly lit warehouse, your footsteps are much more quiet and scared, which he doesn’t blame. He doesn’t let you simmer in fear for too long, welcoming you to him with open arms. “Welcome, my darling detective!”

“Hello, Bokuto,” you’re quiet, unsure of who can hear you. Such informal speak to the Boss can end your life if you’re not alone, which you find you’re not. A large warehouse with minimal lighting? Bokuto’s a Boss, but he’s no more clever than others you’ve dealt with. “How can I help you?”

“More like how can I help you, you mean? I’ve decided to offer a proposition,” he smirks, sliding his hands in his pockets. It’s a deliberate move, his jacket briefly moving back so the light can catch on the gun. He’s never unarmed, but the looming threat makes everything tense. “You can keep working for the Tokyo Police, in fact, I encourage it! But,” he talks as he walks, footsteps stopping in front of you. “You’ll be working for me. You’ll be mine,”

“With all due respect, I don’t think that’s how police detectives work,”

“I only give information to you. They won’t let you go because you’re the only one who goes back alive, you know,” hooded eyes gaze into yours, a look of fondness in them. “I wouldn’t want you to join them,”

“Sounds like a threat instead of a proposition, sir,”

He just laughs, moving around you. Hands placed firmly on your shoulders, your body’s automatic response is to heat up and prepare for the fan of breath over your ear. “It’s not a threat if you go willingly. You’re clever, but I’m not as dumb as you think. I’m the Boss for a reason, and I know how much you fantasize about me, don’t you?” His words are quiet, but they sink needles into your skin as they leave his lips. “I’ve been keeping an eye on you, pretty birdie. Now, come to me.”

Better the devil you know than the devil you don’t, is what you’d shoot back with, but you’re positive you know Bokuto better than your colleagues.