#tw:size kink

[semisgroupie]

oct 3rd: gojo satoru

gojo satoru x fem. reader

wc: 3.3k

warnings: yandere, size kink, stalking, creepy satoru, public sex, fingering (f!receiving), oral (f!receiving), multiple orgasms (f!receiving), unprotected sex, creampie, slight dumbification, satoru is OBSESSED with you, photo taking, hints at violence, bribery, breaking and entering, panty stealing, mention of naoya x fem. reader but it’s very brief

synopsis: having a one night stand with who you think is some random guy in the club might not always be the best idea

Breakups were tough, you absolutely hated them but what you hated most was the numb feeling you felt the weeks following the breakup.

The numbness that would just consume you and leave you walking around like an empty carcass until you found something to fill you. That something always was a night filled with alcohol and sweaty dancing then ended with a quick fuck from the hottest guy you could find at the club. It was something that you’ve gotten used to especially with your most recent ex, dealing with three breakups before you two officially decided that this breakup would be the last time. You definitely needed to find a new way to cope with breakups but until you could find a new method, this one would work just fine.

You shimmied yourself in a new skin tight dress you bought just for tonight and grabbed your clutch purse and made your way out the door. There was a new nightclub that opened up a couple streets from your apartment and it would be a new scene for you, maybe even a new beginning but you weren’t hoping for that much.

You maneuvered your way through the sweaty and drunk bodies that were pressed against each other on the dance floor, pushing away any creeps that tried to cop a feel. When you finally made it to the bar you let out an exaggeratedly loud sigh before ordering your drink. Once you had the martini glass in hand you turned to look at everyone, trying to scout out who you’d let take you home tonight. Before you could really look through the crowd someone immediately caught your eye. He was moving through the crowd, his white hair and beautiful eyes were like pristine crystal orbs, just captivating you as he moved closer and closer. The closer he got the bigger he became too.

Your breath hitched in your throat as he moved to stand next to you, making you look so small next to him. He ordered his drink and you had to fight the urge to press your thighs together and whimper. God, what wasn’t attractive about him? His voice had a deep timbre with the perfect rasp, he even smelled good too, slightly sweet with a tinge of spice.

As he turned slightly you immediately shifted your gaze away from him, not wanting to get caught staring at him like he’s the first man you’ve ever seen.

“You know it’s rude to stare at someone right?” He leaned down to whisper by your ear, hints of mint mixed with alcohol in his breath. Your cheeks burned as if you had a million sun rays inside them. You took a sip of your drink to try to calm down before turning to him.

“Maybe you’ve had a few too many drinks, I’m not sure what you’re talking about.” He laughed and shook his head, it was the poorest retort you’ve ever come up with and he obviously saw right through it.

“Yeah sure, I’m Satoru by the way.” He stuck his hand out and your eyes widened as you placed your hand in his, if he decided to close his fist your hand would no longer be visible. He took your hand to his lips and pressed a gentle kiss against your knuckles before releasing your hand. “And your name?”

“Y/N.”

He smiled and nodded, “beautiful name for the most beautiful woman I’ve seen.” The comment was one of the corniest ones you’ve heard in your adult life but it still caused the blood to rush to your cheeks. Hearing a compliment like that from an Adonis like him no matter how cheesy it was, would fluster you.

The rest of the night was spent with you two drinking at the bar, dancing and led you two to the position where you two were now, against one of the few empty spaces of one of the walls in the club making out. His lips were soft and you could taste the liquor he had off his tongue. His large hands pinned your hips against his, rocking you against him hard enough for you to feel how his cock twitched. To say you were getting wet was an understatement, you were practically dripping down your thighs at this point. Your mind was clouded with lust and you had half a mind to just pull him into one of the bathrooms to finally get what you wanted most. But, you had some class so bathroom sex was off the table unless he initiated it.

He broke the kiss and leaned down to your ear, slightly panting which made your arousal pool even more. “How about we get out of here and head to my place? It’s a couple minute walk, if you could wait that long.” You could hear the smirk grow on his lips before he pulled away so you could see it for yourself.

“Lead the way.” You shouted over the music and he took your hand in his and made his way to the exit. Your heart was pounding in your chest and your clit was throbbing. You needed him badly and by the way he was practically pushing his way through the crowd, he needed you just as badly. You let out a small sigh once the fresh air hit your face, hopefully that would be able to cool your overheated body off. You glanced over at Satoru, finally seeing him in better lighting and your heart started pounding faster. He was insanely attractive, perfectly chiseled and you couldn’t doubt that he worked out with the way his shirt clung to his muscles. He glanced back at you, the smirk still on his face. “What did I tell you about staring, darling? Or do I have to teach you some manners?”

A small whimper left your lips and you broke your gaze, transfixing it to your shoes as you continued walking with him. “S-sorry.” A meek apology was all that could leave you until you two reached his building. It was a luxury building and your eyes widened at the sight of it. He led you inside and walked past the security desk to the elevators. “This is a really beautiful building, the rent must be really expensive.”

He chuckles and shrugs as he presses the button to the elevator. “It’s nothing I can’t handle.” Your eyes widened a bit, this place was extremely expensive, you couldn’t even afford to live in the storage closet with the salary you made. You wanted to ask about his work but all thoughts were brushed aside when the elevator came and he led you inside. Once the door closed he swiped his key card, pressed the button to the top floor, pinned you against the wall and kissed you deeply, almost bruising as his tongue explored your mouth. His fingers slid up your thigh and grazed the hem of your dress before moving up higher to drag his finger along your clothed slit. “Fuck, you’re so wet for me already. Do you always get this wet when a stranger kisses you?” He kissed you again before you could even answer and pulled your panties to the side so he could slip two fingers inside you.

Only if you could really comprehend the falsity in just the word stranger. He was by no means a stranger and you weren’t one to him, he knew who you were for almost a year now but you never met him formally. He has been waiting for the right moment to strike but you always got distracted by some random drunk at the club or your incompetent boyfriend. Only if your guard wasn’t always down when you were out and about, then you would’ve recognized him from the chill that would run down your spine when you were out with your best friend or running around doing errands. He couldn’t forget the first time he saw you, he was new to the neighborhood and was dragged to one of the most popular clubs in the neighborhood by one of his friends, he didn’t want to go but the second he saw you walk through the crowd and thoughts of leaving quickly flew out the window. He was instantly enamored by you but just as quickly as you walked past him, you walked out clinging onto the arm of some random guy.

His blood boiled at the sight, no guy deserved to be in your presence, let alone touch you. So, he went out to follow you and the guy, he kept a reasonable distance between you two and that was when he learned where you lived. The following weeks he learned your frequent spots, where you worked and your routine. Still you were clueless to the eyes on you, the footsteps that followed yours every corner you turned. There were some moments when you felt you were being watched so when you turned around with your keys in hand to see nothing, you just continued on your way. Little did you know he just turned to hide in between some buildings or crouched his large frame behind some garbage cans.

He also learned about your boyfriend, Naoya or nincompoop, same thing to him. The guy was a massive asshole but no matter what he did to you, you always came running back to him so Satoru decided to end your relationship for good. It was easy, just a threat and a little bribe and that was it. But he did feel guilty when he saw the breakup go down, you looked so hurt, so broken and he wanted nothing more than to go to you and put the pieces of your broken heart back together. But he couldn’t, just not yet. He still had some business to handle before he could swoop in and be your superman. After dealing with your past one night stands and your now ex boyfriend he had to get himself ready for you. The main thing was to get rid of all the pictures he took of you and get rid of any clothes stained with the blood of said past one night stands and your ex boyfriend, they weren’t too injured but they knew not to go near you ever again and knew not to go to the police.

Call him old fashioned but he had some polaroid pictures of you stored in his bedside drawer along with some panties he snagged from your apartment. He needed to warn you about leaving your spare key in such an obvious place but that was a problem for another day. He’s had this day planned for months and now he could finally execute it, he knew after one night with him he could snag you in his trap to make sure you were his and only his and if that wasn’t enough to convince you then he had his methods but he was sure his plan would work. It was foolproof.

His fingers pumped inside you at a leisurely pace while you whimpered and moaned against his lips. He wanted to take you right then and there but just as he moved his hand to undo his belt the elevator stopped at the top floor. The doors opened to reveal his penthouse apartment. He slipped his fingers out of you and moved his hands to the backs of your thighs, “jump.” You hooked your arms around his neck and jumped, wrapping your legs around his waist as you met his lips again. He walked inside and kissed you back deeply. His fingers dug into the flesh of your ass as he ground your hips against his. He moved back slightly, panting against your lips, “where do you want me to fuck you? Or should I choose?”

You could barely think, let alone make a decision, “you choose, I just need you to fuck me.” He chuckled and crashed his lips back against yours as he made his way to the balcony. Why not make your first time with him memorable? Plus, he had it planned anyway. He walked out with you and dropped you onto the couch, he moved between your legs and hiked your dress up ‘accidentally’ ripping it in the process then moved down to your panties, ripping those off you and tossing them to the side. He had more for you tucked away in a special drawer anyways. Once they hit the ground he spread your legs and dropped his head down, latching onto your clit and sucking harshly. Your eyes widened and a gasp of his name left your lips. He ravaged you like a man starved and you were in complete euphoria. His mouth licked all over where you needed him most and before you knew it you were crying out his name as your orgasm washed over you but he didn’t stop. His tongue kept running over your folds, cleaning any traces of your orgasm off of you as he moved to rip another one right out of you.

You moved your hands down to try to push his head away, it was pleasurable but it was too much for you in one sitting. “S-Satoru please, fuck I’m too sensitive.” He pulled off and placed his palm over your cunt, gently rubbing into it. His lips, cheeks and chin were soaked in your juices, his pink tongue poked out to clean his lips and he chuckled. “Sorry beautiful but I haven’t had enough. Just let me do as I please and then I’ll fuck you. All you need to do is feel good for me, okay?” He moved his hand away and kitten licked your clit before pressing a kiss to it. “Okay.” You couldn’t deny him and you couldn’t deny yourself, he was someone you needed to fill the void during a time like this. Someone who could make your mind turn to mush and make you forget about everything in the world.

After two more orgasms you couldn’t even think of anything but his name. If it wasn’t for him spelling his name out on your cunt then you probably would’ve forgotten that too. He pulled away from your swollen cunt and moved to undo his pants, he quickly got rid of them and his boxers, showing you his cock. Your eyes widened at the sight, even in your already fucked out state you couldn’t deny that his cock was one of the biggest you’ve seen in a long time. Hell, it was probably the biggest you’ve had.

His tongue clicking against his teeth pulled you out of your trance and you looked up to meet his eyes, now darkened with lust. “And here I thought I warned you enough about staring. It’s not a polite thing to do but I’ll let it slide for now.” He dropped down a bit and hooked your legs around his waist with one hand while the other hooked around the deep neckline of your dress and yanked it down, the thin spaghetti straps snapping from the sheer force. “Oops, didn’t realize how strong I was.” He winked at you and before you could wrack your brain around a possible response he slammed his cock into you. The stretch alone making you cum around his cock, making this your fourth orgasm of the night. “Hm, how many was that now? Three? No, it was four. Hm, I’ll make you six times before I fill you with my cum.”

Without warning he snapped his hips into yours and started pounding into you. You couldn’t even question whether he meant that he was going to make you cum two more times to make it six or if he was going to make you cum six more times on his cock but you prayed to whatever god out there that it was the former, you didn’t know if you could handle ten orgasms. Your ex would only bring you to two orgasms before it was over and when you were alone the most you could bring yourself to was three, maybe four on a good day before you were out of it. But with the way the night was going, you began to think that it would be the latter rather than the former and as his hips continued drilling into yours. After each orgasm he pulled you into different positions, on all fours, on top, in a full nelson so you could see his cock drilling into you, he bent you over the couch and bent you in half in a piledriver so you could feel him even deeper before he lifted you and made you hold onto the railing of the balcony as he pounded into you. You could barely hold yourself and your throat was growing hoarse from all the screaming you’ve been doing.

His hand snaked around your hip and went down to rub your swollen clit, “just cum for me once more, you can do it for me baby.” Your legs shook and if it weren’t for his tight grip on you then you’re sure you would’ve fell, “Satoru! Satoru fuck!” He groaned and continued thrusting into you, “cry my name out louder, let everyone in this fucking town know who’s making you feel like this. Cry it louder.” He snapped his hips into yours harder, each time you screamed out his name. He needed to hold himself back just a little more, just one more orgasm for you and then he’ll fill you up. He could finally mark you as his, finally keep you as his. He wouldn’t need to fight anyone off, he wouldn’t need to resort to any desperate measures to keep guys away from you. He wouldn’t need to bribe the police and doctors to keep the random attacks hidden from the public. All his work wouldn’t be for nothing, he’ll finally have you.

He’ll finally have you.

It took a few more thrusts for you to cum all over his cock which instantly triggered his own orgasm. He dropped his head down and bit down on your neck as his hips continued moving, thrusting all his cum inside you. His arms moved up and wrapped around you tightly when your grip on the railing finally let up. “I got you. I got you.” He pulled out and scooped you into his arms, you were limp in his hold but still had a fucked out smile on your face. He leaned down to kiss you, whether you reciprocated it now meant nothing, the first time your lips met sealed your fate. There was no escape now, you were his and his alone.

“S-Satoru?” Your voice was barely above a whisper as he walked back inside the penthouse to his bedroom. “Yes beautiful?”

“Where have you been all my life? If I met you sooner so much would be different.” He didn’t know what caused those words to fall from your lips, maybe it was all the orgasms and the booze, maybe you actually meant it but it still made his heart swirl in his chest.

“I’ve been around all the time, you just didn’t notice me.” He set you down on his bed and removed the rest of your dress in exchange for one of his shirts. God you looked so beautiful, one picture wouldn’t hurt. Instead of his handy disposable, he took out his phone and snapped a few pictures of you. He changed into pajama pants and laid down behind you, pulling you to his chest. “All mine, you’re all mine now.” This was the start of your forever with Satoru, you wouldn’t need anyone or anything else but him and he’ll make sure of it.

He’ll do anything for you, love knows no bounds and neither does he. Maybe he’ll have to dig back in his bribery stash but that wasn’t important now, now he had you and that was all he needed and it would be all you need.

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[inkyajax]

feels like forever, even if forever’s tonight

characters: thoma, kamisato ayato

genre: smut

notes: aaaaah my first (finished) genshin piece!!! i had such a blast writing this hehehe i just love this dynamic so! much! reader is female, and this is mostly written from thoma’s point of view. in my mind, this is absolutely a crime family AU, but you’re welcome to think of it in terms of canon if you’d like! please heed the warnings and stay safe! | title cred: mine by bazzi | this piece was originally posted on my main blog.

warnings: 18+ minors do not interact, dubcon, manipulation/coercion, daddy kink, toxic relationships, size kink/size difference, belly bulge, cuckolding kinda (ayato watches thoma fuck his girlfriend), praise, reader is quite flexible, a hint of dumbification/degradation, rough sex, overstimulation + mentioned orgasm denial as punishment, dacryphilia, power play/power dynamics, thoma is a sub-leaning switch in this, interchangeable use of the words my lord/master

words: 5.7k

synopsis:

Everything feels raw, exposed, Thoma’s nails scraping against the thin material of his pants, fingers scrabbling for something to do under such an intense stare. That glitter in Ayato’s eyes seems to shine bright and burning as Thoma squirms beneath it, the ghost of a smirk brushing against his lips.

It’s as though his master’s gaze is stripping him bare—stripping the clothes from his skin and the flesh from his bones, prying open his rib cage and peering into his very soul itself. It’s all so invasive, yet Thoma bares it all to him anyway, almost voluntarily, begging his lord for some instruction, some guidance, some rules to follow and obey and be praised for, eliminating any room for error or overstepping of boundaries, desperate to be told what to do and how to do it so he can satisfy everyone and do it well, do it right, do it the very best.

The walls of the Kamisato Estate are intentionally thick, tasked with concealing centuries of secrets within their wooden embrace. Many important words—deals, negotiations, threats—are spoken throughout these halls, many promises made within these rooms, and such precious, confidential sentiments must be protected at all costs.

So, of course, when Thoma hears the distinct murmuring of that low baritone vibrating through the hardwood floor from below Ayato’s home office, he thinks nothing of it. This isn’t out of the ordinary—Ayato often works late, after all, and it isn’t uncommon for him to be busy sifting through documents and conducting phone calls long after Thoma has turned in for the night.  

It’s common courtesy for Thoma to let his superiors know when he’s done for the day, and common respect to bid them a good night before he finally retreats back to his own quarters, the action so ingrained in his daily routine it’s become almost instinctual at this point.

Those dense manilla walls keep Ayato’s words muffled and unintelligible, even as Thoma nears the room they’re being spoken from, and he thinks nothing of sliding that heavy wooden door open just enough for his slim body to slip through the crack, as he’s done a million times before.

But the scene he’s met tonight with is unlike anything he’s ever stumbled upon, tongue gone heavy and sluggish in his mouth, saliva gathering in suffocating pools at the back of his throat, so much so that it gurgles with his sharp gasp of surprise and he chokes, coughing around the stinging breath tangled in threads of spit.

Various documents and expensive paperweights litter the floor, evidently knocked to the ground by your writhing limbs, naked body sprawled across the surface of Ayato’s long, low desk, one hand curled around the sharp edge of the dark mahogany wood, the other fisted in Ayato’s expensive dress shirt.

Kneeling between your spread legs, a fully clothed Ayato leans over your body, murmuring out a condescending croon as one strong hand catches the trembling ankle hitched on his shoulder, mindlessly readjusting it.

“Poor thing,” he sighs out with a touch of indifference embedded in his tone. “You’ve completely lost control of your body, haven’t you?”

You’re babbling out a string of unintelligible words, letters welded together with spit on your tongue, head nodding in slow, sluggish, stupid movements.

“Well, that’s okay,” Ayato coos, voice silk and syrup. “You don’t need to do anything when Daddy’s here do to it for you, do you?”

You aren’t afforded a moment to answer, though, the hand buried between your thighs twisting, pumping, curling, two—or three, Thoma can’t really tell from this angle—fingers deep in your glistening cunt, motions yanking a cracked whine from your throat.

“You don’t need to talk,” he grunts in time with the thrusting of his hand. “You don’t need to move,” another grunt, another thrust. “You don’t even need to think at all, isn’t that right, princess?”

You don’t answer, and Thoma isn’t sure if it’s because you’re not supposed to, or if it’s because you can’t, fragmented mewls being torn to shreds by hitched little gasps.

“Thus,” Ayato continues, calmly, coldly, serenely, as if he is completely unfazed by the current situation. “Next time, when Daddy tells you to not talk to a client and to stay put during his meeting, you will obey, correct?”

A moan vaguely reminiscent of an affirmation falls from your lips, head nodding in quicker motions now, short and sharp.

Thoma should leave. This isn’t right, staying to watch something so intimate, hiding in the shadows like a fucking pervert; this is—this is morally reprehensible, this is disgusting, this is a very private matter he should’ve never been privy to.

Yes, Thoma should most definitely leave. Anyone with common sense, with half a mind, with any sort of respect for their superiors at all, would’ve already left.

And yet, his heavy legs won’t fucking move, feet filled with concrete and weighted to the floor, hard cock throbbing, begging, him to stay just a little longer.

But then your misty eyes, half-lidded and unfocused and lolling around in your head like a pair of loosely secured marbles, graze over Thoma’s shrouded figure, and your gaze snaps to his face, shock and terror eradicating that drowsy, dopey haze in an instant.

“Daddy—”

“Hmm?” Ayato hums, the curling of his fingers turned vicious. “Didn’t Daddy just tell you that you don’t need to speak?”

“No—” you gasp, the word trembling, wide eyes stuck to Thoma’s face.

“No?” he seems surprised, a touch of amusement in his tone, and Thoma can practically hear him raising an eyebrow—a question, a challenge. “You’re telling Daddy no, after all of that punishment you just endured?”

“Wa-Wait, Da—”

“Oh,” he clicks his tongue, as if it’s such a pity, and Thoma doesn’t need to see his expression to know his forehead’s crinkling and mouth’s tugging downward, features saturated with mocking disappointment. “And you were doing so well.”

“I just—”

“I was going to allow you to cum, too,” he continues in that solemn tone, mourning your lost orgasm that Thoma’s sure you worked so hard to achieve. “Shame.”

“Daddy!” you squeal, the honorific practically fucked out of you by Ayato’s fingers, face contorting as you force the second name from your mouth. “Thoma!”

And, for a moment, everything stops, your whines gone silent, Ayato’s voracious fingers halting their ministrations. Thoma’s blood turns to sharp ice in his veins, his heart freezing in his chest, his breath gone frigid in his lungs.

“Oh,” Ayato says after a moment of realization, following your watery gaze over his shoulder and staring up at his subordinate. “Thoma, hello.”

Shuffling a little on his knees, Ayato turns to face Thoma fully, a pleasant little smile plastered across his face.  

“I—I—” Thoma begins, head shaking in jerky, rigid movements, body thawing enough for him to start backing up, spine whacking painfully against the corner of the wall. “I shouldn’t have—I’m so sorry, my lord—This was—I really just—” his lungs shrivel in his chest as he runs out of air, inhaling harshly to revive them only to choke on his own breath as his eyes involuntarily scan his master’s body, focusing on the shimmering patch of slick staining his trousers, massive cock outlined by the wet fabric clinging to it as it strains against the material.

You’ve soaked him all the way through.

The whimper that sounds at the back of Thoma’s throat as he arrives at such a realization is downright mortifying—automatic, animalistic, pathetic—and he presses his lips together firmly in a futile attempt to silence it.

“Please, relax,” Ayato instructs, calm voice drawing Thoma’s attention back to his face. “You are not in trouble, Thoma,”

And although his voice is ridden with concern, Thoma can see it, that special little twinkle glittering in those periwinkle eyes, the one Thoma’s witnessed a million times before during deals and threats and negotiations, the one Ayato gets just before he strikes.

“I’m so sorry,” Thoma says again, the apology nothing more than a rush of breath from his mouth, elbows bumping against the wall as he raises his hands in surrender. “I was only—”

“Would you like to stay a while?”

Thoma stops.

Stay?

His cock twitches eagerly in his trousers at the prospect, his throat going dry, gummy walls sticking together as he attempts to swallow.

“Uh—Wh-What?”

“You’re welcome to continue watching, if you’d like to,” Ayato continues without a hitch, pleasant and cordial.

“I—” Yes. Yes, he would very much like to. “No, I really should be going. I’m sorry, my lord, I really shouldn’t have stayed—that was so gross of me—please forgive me for such disrespect, I’ll take my leave now—”

“Nonsense,” Ayato dismisses, eyes traveling down Thoma’s quivering body, halting their trajectory at his erection and pausing for a moment before trailing back up. “You are more than welcome to stay if you’d like to. And,” violet eyes flick down to his crotch again, a smug smirk molding to Ayato’s lips. “It seems like you’d like to.”

Of course he’d like to, Thoma’s features crinkle a little in self-deprecating confusion. Who wouldn’t like to?

From behind Ayato’s broad shoulder, you peak out, arms wrapped loosely around your torso, shoulders curved inward in a poor imitation of a shield. You look unsure—unsettled, almost—and Thoma feels that thick, tarry guilt unfurl in the pit of his stomach, spreading to engulf his surrounding organs in its sticky, suffocating embrace, snuffing out his spark of hope in an instant.

What a fucking sicko he is for even considering it, for even deriving the smallest amount of perverse pleasure from such voyeuristic endeavours, for memorizing your expressions and sounds, burning them into the tissues of his brain for later use.

He should’ve never invaded on something so personal, so precious, in the first place.

“I’m not sure she’d like me to.”

He doesn’t mean for it to come out as utterly disappointed as it does, whole face crumpling with bitter embarrassment. Eyes scrunched shut tightly, he attempts to clarify himself.

“I just mean—I don’t want to upset—offend—her any further,”

“There are no such worries to be had,” Ayato reassures lightly as he turns back to look at you, a hand reaching out to cup your jaw, long fingers tracing the curve of your cheek, the bow of your lips. “Right, sweetheart? You don’t mind if Thoma stays to watch, do you? Wouldn’t you like to show him how pretty you look when you cum on Daddy’s cock?”

Another one of those sinful whimpers claws at the back of Thoma’s tongue, but your eyes have gone glassy, glittery, glazed over with sheer want, lips parting a little as you nod.

“See?” Ayato says, but his eyes do not stray from yours, his head quirking slightly, voice gone soft. “She doesn’t mind one bit.”

Microscopic shards of ice prick through his skin, and Thoma shivers.

“Are you sure?” he whispers, wincing with the words.

“Absolutely positive,” Ayato responds with an amicable smile, finally moving to face him again. “But the choice is yours, Thoma.”

Swallowing thickly, Thoma’s eyes shift from Ayato’s face to yours, and then back again, tongue running along this top teeth and sucking as he contemplates. He wants to, of course he wants to, god does he ever want to, but—

“Stay,” you offer quietly, chin tucked cutely to your chest, gazing at him through your lashes. “Please, stay.”

And so, he does.

There’s something so taboo about it all, something so wrong, so bad about watching his boss fuck his most precious treasure, cinders of desire flickering in Thoma’s tummy as he settles down on the floor only a few feet away from your tangled bodies, legs tucked beneath him.

The hunger in Ayato’s eyes is fierce enough to swallow you whole, pupils blown and insatiable as they glide over your body, soaking up every expression, sucking down every sound, his face a heady blend of admiration and ardor.

But Thoma can’t blame him; you look breathtakingly beautiful. Skin sweat-drenched and sparkling, lips bitten raw and puffy, tiny crystal teardrops still clinging stubbornly to your clumped lashes, the devotion in your stare so strong it’s nearly crushing. Paired with the symphony of your soft mewls and sweet whimpers, you’re a living, breathing masterpiece all on your own.

He isn’t sure what, exactly, he was expecting Ayato’s style of fucking to consist of, but the healthy mix of slow, hard, sensual thrusts—filled with murmured out teases and lots of biting, licking, kissing—followed by bouts of fast, rough pistons of his hips—filled with sharp, mocking sentiments and cruel little laughs, all still managing to sound elegant in Ayato’s dignified lilt despite their callous nature—is really fucking hot.

Blunt nails carve crescents into his flesh as his fists clench tighter, thin skin stretched taut over his knuckles.

His cock is aching, but he’s unsure if he’s allowed to touch it. Would rubbing the heal of his palm against it be considered rude, or would Ayato see it as silly constraint? What if he took it out? Does he even want to take it out? Is it weird if he does? Is it weird if he doesn’t?

“Thoma,” his lord calls out in a singsong scold, stilling his hips and snapping Thoma from his thread of thoughts. “I can hear you thinking.”

“Sorry, my lord,” he responds immediately, hands uncurling and palms laid flat against his tensed thighs. “I just, uh, I...I don’t really know what to do.”

Heat scalds his cheeks at the mumbled confession, and he resists the urge to shut his eyes against the mirth his humiliation has painted across his boss’s face.

“You can do whatever you’d like,” Ayato responds, as if it’s that easy, that obvious. Amethyst eyes seach his face, and Thoma forces his spine to straighten, avoiding the temptation to hunch in on himself in a futile attempt to protect himself from his lord’s vying, prying gaze.

Everything feels raw, exposed, Thoma’s nails scraping against the thin material of his pants, fingers scrabbling for something to do under such an intense stare. That glitter in Ayato’s eyes seems to shine bright and burning as Thoma squirms beneath it, the ghost of a smirk brushing against his lips.

It’s as though his master’s gaze is stripping him bare—stripping the clothes from his skin and the flesh from his bones, prying open his rib cage and peering into his very soul itself. It’s all so invasive, yet Thoma bares it all to him anyway, almost voluntarily, begging his lord for some instruction, some guidance, some rules to follow and obey and be praised for, eliminating any room for error or overstepping of boundaries, desperate to be told what to do and how to do it so he can satisfy everyone and do it well, do it right, do it the very best.

“My,” Ayato finally says. “I’ve hardly begun, yet you’re so hard you’re leaking through your pants. It’s...incredible.”

Thoma’s eyebrows knit in confusion, head shaking a little to indicate that he doesn’t understand. Incredible? It’s ignominious, is what it is.

But Ayato’s still observing him with that inquisitive gaze, eyes darting to your heaving body for a moment, still impaled by his cock and trying your best to keep from wiggling impatiently, before returning to Thoma’s face.

“Thoma,” he begins conversationally, and Thoma’s heart begins to pound, ribs rattling with the force. “Would you like a turn? I think it’s awfully selfish of me to keep her all to myself tonight, wouldn’t you agree?”

“I’m sorry?” Thoma sputters as the question tangles on his tongue, eyes blinking rapidly with incredulity, head nudged forward as if he’s sure he’s just misheard his lord.

“I’m asking if you’d like to fuck her,” Ayato chuckles—a patronizing little sound that plays at the back of his throat, as if Thoma’s uncertainty is so cute—and Thoma flinches. It’s always so jarring to hear such a vile curse fall from the lips of such an elegant man.

“I—No, no, my lord, I could never, she—she’s yours, and—”

“You are, by all accounts, our guest this evening. I have invited you to stay, and I think it’d be rude of me not to offer you a turn,” he explains. “You don’t have to if you aren’t comfortable with it,” Ayato adds at Thoma’s hesitance. “I am merely extending the invitation, should you wish to take it. But if you are content with just watching, that is perfectly fine, too.”

“I...Want to,” he slowly exhales the confession from his mouth after a stretch of ringing silence, eyes finding yours. “But...I—Is it alright?”

Mutely, you look towards your Daddy, something akin to distress saturating your features. Ayato frowns, shaking his head a little, and your lips mimic his own, eyebrows raising with incentive.

“Show her your cock,” Ayato demands after a moment of unspoken conversation.

The order startles Thoma, and he coughs around his response. “I, um—”

“Go on,” Ayato urges gently, violet eyes kind and trusting, disarming, that terrifying twinkle Ayato had never dared to turn on Thoma before tonight now replaced with that comforting familiarity his direct commands bring. “Show her your cock, and I promise you, she’ll say yes.”

It’s an odd request, and Thoma doesn’t fully understand it’s implications, but he obeys anyway.

Nodding to himself, Thoma shuffles closer to you, trembling hands fumbling with the waistband of his pants, gracelessly shoving at it until it yields, allowing his cock to spring free.

It glistens in the dim glow of the lamplight, head smeared with precum and steadily drooling out pearlets, shaft pretty and pink and oh-so-perfect. You murmur something, soft and awe-stricken, and Thoma’s gaze snaps to your face.

“Hmm?”

“I said it’s really pretty,” you repeat, seemingly captivated, fingers flexing, as if you wish to touch. “It’s almost as pretty as Daddy’s.”

“Oh! Uh,” heat crawls up the back of his neck and he resists the urge to scratch at it, forcing his eyes to stay trained on your profile. “Thanks,”

“You like it, baby?” Ayato coos, brushing back a few strands of sweat-soaked hair from your temple. “You want it?”

“Yes,” you breathe, gazing up at Ayato before shifting your stare to Thoma, head nodding in dreamy little movements. “Yes, please.”

“Are you sure?” Thoma asks for what seems like the umpteenth time tonight, powerless to keep the question from leaving his mouth, urgently requiring that explicit confirmation that this is real, that this is happening.

“Yeah,” you stare up at him with shimmering eyes, tongue sucking your bottom lip between your teeth and speaking around it. “Please, can I have it?”

Thoma’s body is moving the moment the bashful request tumbles from your lips, body gracefully replacing Ayato’s—who resigns himself to sitting near your head—and hips finding a snug place between your spread thighs, his cock bobbing with enthusiasm.

“So polite, my darling,” Ayato murmurs, and while the timbre in his voice is mocking, his eyes are soft, the pads of his fingertips trailing along your jaw, down the curve of your neck.

A quiet noise of contentment vibrates at the back of your throat, and you lean into your Daddy’s touch, gaze filled to the brim with adoration, begging for more of his sugary approval.

The moment feels too intimate, and Thoma averts his eyes. The head of his cock bumps against your cute little hole a second later, selfishly drawing your attention back to him, and you whine a little, hips twitching downward in desperation.

“She hasn’t been allowed to cum on a cock in a while,” Ayato explains, still gazing at you with melted affection in his eyes, palm stroking your damp forehead. “I’m quite sure she’s exceptionally excited to have you inside her,”

For a moment, such a thought instils in Thoma a bold confidence, sparks of it zipping up his spine, straightening each vertebra as they pass.

But they fizzle just as fast as they ignited, leaving behind a special type of terror, an icy dread that seeps into his bones and submerges his brain.

What if he isn’t good enough?

While his cock is considerably thick—possibly slightly thicker than what you’re used to—he definitely isn’t as big as Ayato. Will he even be able to satisfy you at all, or will he only leave you with the sourness of disappointment and regret? Is he merely here to make an utter fool of himself by cumming so hard, so fast it’s piteous? It’s been an embarrassingly long time since the last time he’s had sex, what if—

“Thoma? What are you waiting for?”

Ayato’s voice yanks him from the snare of his own thoughts once again, his eyes flashing to his superior, worry written into the creases of his forehead. Frowning, Ayato blinks twice, imploring him to speak what’s currently infecting his mind.

“What’s wrong?”

And, oh, it’s so fucking embarrassing to have to say it aloud, to admit to all of his timorous thoughts of being wholly inadequate, eyes downcast as he mumbles out his concerns.

Unsurprisingly, Ayato laughs—something that isn’t quite nice, but isn’t quite mean, either, like candied condescension—and leans forward to clap a reassuring hand on Thoma’s shoulder.

“That is entirely okay,” he says, and Thoma’s brow furrows. “She doesn’t have to cum. You can just use her, if you’d like; she’d be happy with that, too,” he pauses, violet eyes flitting to your own and eliciting an obedient nod, as if to prove his point. “And then I’ll take care of the rest. Just enjoy yourself, Thoma.”

”But...But I—” Thoma’s nose wrinkles in distaste, and Ayato’s frown deepens. Reaching out, he takes the younger man’s chin between his thumb and forefinger, tilting it up to face him and holding it firmly in place.

Outwardly, Ayato appears as calm as the smooth, cool surface of an ice-glazed lake, but Thoma knows better. Thoma can see the impatience, the irritation, beginning to simmer just beneath that layer of polished frost; the blazing periwinkle that demands Thoma spit it out already, the infinitesimal flexing of his jaw, methodically pulsing in time with his even breaths; one, two, three, tense, hold, relax, one, two, three.

Clearing his throat, Thoma continues, ignoring the slight tremor sewn into his voice. “But I want to satisfy her, my lord.”

It’s hard not to grimace as the confession hangs thickly in the air between them, Ayato’s eyes clouding over with something undecipherable, something Thoma’s never experienced before. The look makes his skin crawl, little spikes of sweat erupting from his pores as he’s forced to hold his superior’s scalding gaze.

“Alright,” Ayato says after a moment of consideration, finally releasing Thoma’s chin. “I’ll show you how, briefly, and then we can get on with this. Sound reasonable?”

Thoma’s head is nodding, but Ayato doesn’t wait for an answer, moving towards the slighter man and taking Thoma’s hand between his large one, palm molding to the back as he pushes two of Thoma’s fingers down.

“It doesn’t take much,” Ayato’s saying, voice turned professional as he wraps his own fingers over Thoma’s folded ones, bringing their mess of hands to your fluttering cunt and beginning to insert them.

“Daddy!” you gasp, eyes squeezing shut as your delicate flesh yields to the four fingers.

Ignoring you, Ayato continues in the same matter-of-fact lilt. “Her favourite spot is right here,” he curls his fingers, forcing Thoma’s to curl in conjunction, pressing their knuckles into a rough, swollen patch of tissue.

A loud, sharp cry rips itself from your chest, eyes springing open only to fall shut again as Ayato massages the spot, your hips instinctually grinding downward, desperate for more.

“If you can, try to rub your cock against it, like this,” Ayato folds their fingers halfway, forcing them to dig into your silky walls and move in long, slow strokes, each pass over that spot sending a borderline violent shudder rippling through your body.

“It’s very sensitive.” Ayato nudges the spot once more—a demonstration of sorts—before gently removing their fingers. “I trust that now that you know it’s location, you’ll have no trouble angling your hips to ensure your cockhead hits it, yes?”

If he doesn’t cum in the first ten seconds, maybe.

He has several additional questions—what type of thrusts do you enjoy most? Is there a particular pace you like the best?—but Ayato is done teaching.

You seem to be getting restless, too, Thoma’s name falling from your lips in the sweetest little whimpers. “Thoma, Thoma, please, give me your cock, please,”

You sound so fucking needy, almost bordering on bratty as you reach for him, hips wiggling, thighs straining as they spread wider. Cavernous pupils shine in the low light, eyes glazed over with sugared desire and half-lidded with lust.

And finally, finally, Thoma snaps.

His body’s moving before he’s even made the conscious decision to, primal instinct surging through his blood, overwhelming his body and overriding his mind, and he growls, using his sharp hips to keep your thighs spread wide.

It’s all automatic impulse now, rational thought drowned by animalistic urges and sheer desire, that burning need he had been so desperately attempting to suppress, to control, finally erupting, flames of it burning through his veins, incinerating all previous trepidation.

And then he’s shoving his cock into you, moaning at the way your flesh yields to him, submits to him, opens up for him, stretching and splitting to accommodate his girth.

Just one swift, sharp thrust is all it takes to have him buried to the hilt, cockhead pressed snugly against your sensitive cervix. His hips shove forward further, knocking a gasp from your throat, cockhead grinding in slow, hard circles against the mound of tissue.

“Th-Thoma!” you nearly wheeze, little fingers tangling in the cotton of his t-shirt, nails piercing through the thin material and leaving fine, ragged lines of red in the muscles of his back. “Hurts!”

“Oh, you can take it,” Ayato chastises lightly, speaking over the deep growl rumbling in Thoma’s chest. It’s incredible, how calm his lord sounds, how entirely unaffected he seems to be, tone kept conversational, as if none of this matters in the slightest.

But Thoma’s barely listening; Thoma barely cares at this point, ears buzzing and vision blurred by pure lust, this insatiable craving he had tried so hard to deny, to erase, to restrain, so fierce it has dulled all of his senses to anything other than you.

Leaning back slightly, he hooks a hand under each of your knees and pushes up, up, up until your knees nudge your shoulders, legs folded up on either side of your body.

“Be a—Be a good girl and hold yourself open for me, yeah?”

It’s supposed to be an instruction, a demand, but it comes out whiny and full of yearning, voice already wrecked and mangled in his throat. If he were in his right mind, he’d be horrified by how eager, how utterly desperate he sounds. Yet he doesn’t pay it any mind at all, the breathy plead that practically dribbled from his lips like dollops of thick honey, too focused on fucking you for it to be of any importance.

With a singular, shaky exhale, his hips draw back, slow and steady, the smooth sculpted muscles in his arms flexing with the strain as he hovers above you, stilling for just a moment before he’s fucking back into you, his thrust harsh enough to send your entire body skidding against the wood beneath you, setting a ruthless pace from the start.

Each pound of his hips is more brutal than the last, each ramming fractured sobs and pitched mewls of his name from your chest, each forceful enough to shove Ayato’s heavy desk a few inches forward with every plunge into you, mahogany wood scraping against the floorboards.

It must be hurtful for you, each slam of his cockhead against your cervix, each drag of his shaft against that spot, your features twisted in the perfect mix of pain and pleasure; eyebrows scrunched and eyes squeezed shut, mouth lolling open and tongue flopping about, lips slicked sheen with spit, drool oozing from the corners of your mouth to drip in viscous beads along your jaw.

It’s fucking beautiful, the most immaculate piece of art Thoma has ever witnessed, experienced, had a hand in creating.

“You like that, huh?” he’s nearly spitting at you, words sandwiched between ragged pants. “It’s good?”

“Yes, yes, yes,” you’re chanting, head nodding in quick little motions as your eyes drift back, eyelashes fluttering prettily.

“Tell me,” he keens, voice shattered by his razored breaths. “Tell me how much you like my cock,”

And although his tone borders on begging, his eyes are sharp and blazing with ardor, his chest heaving with exertion, strands of golden hair saturated in sweat and clinging to his forehead, his temples, his neck.  

“Your cock is so good, Thoma,” you nearly wail. “I love it—I-I love it s’much!”

A groan vibrates in his chest, his eyes shutting tightly before springing open again, shuddering out a breathy little, “Yeah?” in time with the next drive forward of his hips.

“Uh—Uh-huh, so big, fills me up so good, can feel you in my tummy, Thoma,”

The resulting whine that catches in his throat, pitched high and desperate, is absolutely pathetic—though you don’t seem to think so, cute little cunt pulsing around his cock in response.

“Lemme feel, baby—ah, fuck—lemme feel,”

A large hand splays itself on your gut, his hips never once faltering as he presses down, a loud cry falling from his lips as the tip of his cock nudges his palm through your flesh.

“God,” he breathes. “That’s so fucking hot.”

Your dainty hand lays itself atop of his, soft palm pressing down harder, forcing him to feel the bulge of his cock buried inside of you again, a choked moan strangling itself in his throat as the arm supporting his weight begins to quiver.

He can tell that you’re getting close now, whole body beginning to tremble beneath his own, little fingers digging into the flesh of your thighs as you force yourself open wider for him.

Ayato can tell, too.

“Are you going to cum, sweetheart?” he asks, the pet name drenched in saccharine condescension. “Are you going to show Thoma how very pretty you look, creaming all over his cock?”

You can barely speak, too fucked out to manage anything other than the stammered stream of Yes, Daddy’s and Can I, please Daddy?’s flowing steadily from your mouth.

Ayato gives you his murmured permission—a gentle Go ahead, princess—and then you’re complying, convulsing cunt gushing all over Thoma’s cock, a tangle of his name and your Daddy’s jumbled on your tongue, a mess of letters so intertwined that they’ve become one unintelligible word.

“Good girl,” Ayato breathes, and that’s the first time Thoma has heard him sound affected by anything all night.

Thoma’s thrusts are getting sloppy now, devolved into frantic and uneven jackhammering that gains more speed with each snap forward, the aftershocks of your orgasm still coursing through your veins, vibrations spiking with each pump of his hips.

He can feel his own orgasm simmering in the pit of his stomach, rising higher and higher with every weak throb of your over-sensitive cunt, growing hotter and hotter with every noise he manages to fuck out of you until it’s finally boiling over, up his throat and out his mouth and—

“Oh, oh god, oh, Aya—my lord, I—I’m gonna—Can I—Can I—” And, truthfully, Thoma isn’t sure whether he’s asking if he can cum, or if he can cum inside his master’s favourite plaything.

But he doesn’t have to decide; Ayato does that for him.

Humming in contemplation, amethyst eyes shift from Thoma to you, Ayato’s head tilting slightly. “Would you like his cum, princess?”

Your response is immediate, bleary eyes snapping to Ayato’s face, head nodding enthusiastically. “Oh gosh, Daddy, yes, yes, I want his cum, yes!”

“F-Fuck,” Thoma whimpers, hips stuttering with the shudder of his breath.

“You can cum inside, Thoma,” Ayato grants him permission, voice soft as a silk blanket that envelopes him, caressing his cheek as it drapes itself across his shoulders—a warm, familiar embrace of encouragement, of praise, of approval.

“Th-Thank you, my lord,”

“I want it, Thoma,” you’re whimpering beneath him, blinking up at him with filmy eyes, words drowning in muddled pools of spit collecting in the dips and crevices of your mouth. “I want it, I-I want it, give it to me,”

“Greedy girl,” Ayato scolds with a disapproving click of his tongue, demeanour changed in an instant. “Ask nicely,”

Turning your glassy gaze back on Thoma, you stare up at him like he’s some sort of fucking god, eyes glistening with potent want, an indescribable craving that manifests as pleads spilling from your mouth.

“Thoma, Thoma, please give me your cum, please, fill me up with it, stuff me full of it, I want it so bad, Thoma, pretty please!” you practically cough out, the sentiment fractured by hiccups and gurgled together at the back of your throat, words flowing in one continuous sob.

It’s so fucking hot, so fucking wrong, so fucking delicious, and the whine that claws it’s way past his lips and rips through his gasping breaths is nothing short of gorgeous, pitched high and cracked with pleasure, with desire.

“Give my princess what she wants, Thoma,” Ayato says, and although it’s phrased as a statement, it’s clearly an order, and Thoma’s good at following those.

Three more pistons of his hips and he’s obeying his master. It’s vicious, the shudder that tears through Thoma’s body as his cock throbs, filling you to the brim with scalding, thick cum, so much so that it’s begun to leak out of your cunt, smeared all over Thoma’s cock and your inner thighs, pearly glops of it drooling down your ass to collect in a puddle on Ayato’s desk.

Black darkens the edges of his vision, a pair of strong hands catching him just before he collapses on top of you, Ayato leaning Thoma against his chest, his cheek snug against the crook of his lord’s neck, exhaling uneven little pants of breath against his skin.

Everything feels hazy, like time has slowed, seconds dripping by as if they were hours, the gentle, repetitive rhythm of Ayato’s fingers through Thoma’s hair keeping him grounded in this reality.

“Come here, baby,” Ayato murmurs, holding his free arm out towards you and inviting you to crawl sluggishly towards him. You allow yourself to be wrapped up in your Daddy’s embrace, head finding purchase on Thoma’s damp chest, clinging to the both of them.

“You did so well,” Ayato whispers, punctuating his praise with chaste kisses to the crown of your head. “You both did so well, I’m so proud of you. You were both so good for me.”

And, well, all either of you ever want to be is good for him.

[2hai4you]

Will if you willing I wood like nsfw headcannons for Jiren! He is the strong silent type and I'd imagine a bit possessive. Thank you 💓

Jiren the Grey? He's actually my favorite, with the little I have seen of Super.

NSFW, MDNI

Tw:size kink, ddlg, overstimulation

Size play: he is a gentle giant for sure. Picking you up, pinning you against the wall, and having his way. Kissing you all over, holding arms over your head with one hand while his free hand explores your body. You would feel his thick rod stretching you out, filling you complete as he makes slow, passionate love with you.

Caretaker: he would make sure your every need is taken care of. He wouldn't talk much but you know that you're his love language. Treating you like a good little one, making your body feel good, and taking care of all your needs. He would also make sure that you're happy, and would protect you from everything without hesitation.

Brat tamer: from what I seen in super, he will take anyone on without hesitation. Watching you be a brat, causing a commotion, and trying to press his buttons. But he will always call your bluffs and take you on, ravaging you till you break from under his strength until you yield and comply like a good little one.

Overstimulation: Jiren definitely would play with you all day and all night, pushing to go harder and faster. He would finger you, play with your body, and make you cum over and over and over. Encouraging to cum harder and harder all over his mouth, his finger, and all over his cock

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streamer dreamer. | k.bakugou. ʚ !! ɞ

❧ ; SYNOPSIS. after joining a twitch stream hosted by his celebrity crush— professional and number one fanboy, katsuki bakugou's plans for writing a smut fic about her, end up getting a little out of hand.

❧ ; cpu characters. katsuki bakugou x fem!reader.

❧ ; word count. 2K

❧ ; genre + rating. fanboy!au, celebrity!au, college!au, smut, 18+, minors do not interact !!

❧ ; game warnings. - proceed with caution !! characters are in their twenties, reader is shorter than bakugou, smut, cum tributes, sex dreams, dry humping, unprotected sex, creampie, male!masturbation, oral sex fem!recieving, degredation!kink, breeding!kink, dacryphilia!kink, size!kink.

❧ ; streamer commentary. hey cuties!! today i bring you another comm of mine from the lovely @angusmoko, thank you so much <3 i miss writing for bkg :(! thanks to @cellotonins for beta reading !! enjoy <3  m.list. + tip jar.

NEW TWEET from @yndreamsOfficial: streaming tonight!!! we’re going to be playing a bunch of horror games this time around, make sure to join me on twitch at…

the notification had bakugou rushing home from class in a flash, desperate not to miss out on you going live and rejecting an opportunity to hang out with classmates...yet again. kirishima’s words rattle around in the blonde’s skull ‘he’s dying to go home and watch his little girlfriend again tonight. he’s not gonna come.’ as he takes out his laptop before throwing his backpack down by the door and rolling into bed, pulling up your twitch url along with your twitter and tabs for writing the latest fic he had been working on.

bakugou had been a fan of yours since the day your band, dreamers, had first debuted about two years ago. he’d been there when your fandom was small and your group of y2k-esque music artists were completely underground— the blonde remembers scraping by for group content, finding crumbs left by other fans on social media until you were rocket launched into fame thanks to one hit single.

out of all members in dreamers, you were definitely his favourite— you were always the most down to earth in interviews, interacted with fans as best as you could ( like you were now with your twitch streams during promotional cool off periods ), you even followed him back and he had almost all of your merch. so it was only natural that the blonde fanboy took to writing fanfiction about you on tumblr and ao3, running a regularly posting fan account for you on twitter too.

he has another, private and hornier account too, with cum tributes posted in your honour.

but only bakugou needs to know about that one.

NEW TWEET FROM @yndreamsOfficial: stream starts now! we’ll be doing a listening party of my bands new album too @DreamersOfficial <3

@dynamightdr: can’t wait to see you. @yndreamsOfficial

bakugou tweets out, vermillion eyes searching through the trending tweets mentioning your name as your twitch stream loads up on one of his tabs. his heart skips a beat when you like his tweet before starting.

“hey guys! welcome, welcome! i missed you...is everything working?”

your voice filters through bakugou’s dorm room, providing the spark of inspiration he needs for the exposition in his fic. the words fly onto the google doc as you speak and greet your viewers, blab on about upcoming music and tour dates— get into playing the game and the blonde can’t help but stare, taking in your excited expression, the way you tug on your lip as you concentrate on not fucking up your quest.

you’re so beautiful, so perfect and the image of you bleeds into katsuki’s brain and consumes his thoughts whole— helping him get on with the small smut drabble he’d intended to write. ‘ah, fuck!’ you whine at a sudden jumpscare you encounter, the sound pulling the fanboy’s attention right back to your stream. it’s probably more lustful than you intended...but the innocence and airiness to the sound shoots straight to bakugou’s cock...the smut he has planned doing nothing to help either. “if any of you clip this, my managers are gonna kill me. my band mates will never let me live this down!”

shifting away from the tab he’s writing on, bakugou desperately searches the twitch chat to see if anyone’s clipped the sound of you whining— thanking the stars when he finds it, replaying the heavenly sound you let out as his cock throbs beneath his sweats, eyes fluttering shut as he imagines you making that sound for him. pictures: you whining in his laps before the clothes come off, your skirt hiked up over your fleshy ass and cotton panties grinding against katsuki’s soft grey pants— leaving a darker spot on his bulge, wet and sweet just like your gasping whines.

the thought has katsuki hot all over his body, burning underneath his skin while your voice from the stream echoes in his mind— turning up the volume of lust filling him.

“fuck, you guys...don’t do that!” you complain, plump lip between your teeth while your stream teases you and katsuki’s fingers grasp at the material of his shirt— stuffing it into his mouth while the rest take the trek down his carved, washboard abs and into his underwear, grasping at his thick girth as it springs to life. blonde lashes hit his cheeks with a soft whimper, katsuki squeezing the base of his cock as the pre drops against his knuckles and shame pricks at those very same cheeks for jerking off to the sound of you. “you’re so mean! what…? you like the sound of me crying?”

katsuki definitely fucking does, jamming his thumb into his tip that bleeds arousal— spreading it across his angry and bright red tip. he wants to make you cry, fuck that... he’d love to make you cry. if he had you the way he wanted, you’d be sobbing before katsuki even had a chance to sink into your pretty little pussy, rough fingers drawing circles on your clit to make you cum at least twice before he bullies his way into your insides— rubbing your slit up and down, pinching between your thighs and fucking just the tip...just the tip into your hole struggling to take him.

“you think i’m pretty when i cry too?”

the blonde’s hand is slick, coated in his milky precum that helps him guide his hand up and down his throbbing dick smoothly and wetly— it makes him shake, thighs trembling and chest heaving. “y’so pretty baby...love it when you cry f’me.” he says as if he’s talking to you, words heavy on his tongue as they get lost of the saliva building up there. “cry f’me to fuck you hard, till yer creamin’ cummin’ all over me—shit!” his voice, always so gruff and timbre cracks at the end as bakugou fucks up into his wet fist. his brain is foggy, covered in a hazy sheet of desire thinking about finally dropping you down on his length, filling you to the brim and leaking white against your ribbed insides while your nails tear through his skin until blood is gathered underneath them and red marks are stricken down his back.

you’d keen into his touch, dainty fingers running through sweaty blonde locks as you tug bakugou’s hot mouth onto your chest— moan for him as he sucks your pebbled nipple into it while his strawberry tongue rolls desperately over the flesh. he bets you’re as soft as you look, like peach in his hands— juicy like one too. dreaming of you is like taking a bite into forbidden fruit and now his mind is running with the thought of getting a taste of what’s between your strong thighs.

would you wrap them around his head if he ate you? cunt gushing against katsuki’s tongue as he dips it into your sweet hole, slurping the nectar from your puffy folds— every gasp you let out over stream fuels his dirty thoughts, his palm around his fat cock pressing down hard on the forked vein on the underside… imagining it to be you spasming around him, whether it be a pair of his fingers searching for your gummy g-spot or his shaft plunging deep inside of your warmth, soaking him in your essence and all that is you.

“fuck...i love you,” you giggle at something a fan of yours says over stream. it’s such a pretty sound. i love you. and katsuki knows it’s meant for the fans that you adore but all he can think about is how you’d wail it to him, how much you love him and how much you love how the precious blonde fucks you until you can see the shape of his cock in your tummy and his finger prints are marking the insides of your doughy thighs.

“y’love me baby? f-fuck! yeah you do…” he stutters out, squelching sounds overlapping with the audio of your stream— bakugou’s fist slap loudly with the weight of his balls heavy with cum, drooling thick arousal everywhere and anywhere. you’re making him a mess and you’re not even with him, you have him in a tight grip— skin flushed red, shirt soaked through with sweat and the cotton of his actual sweatpants completely stained and darkened with precum. “y’love me… you love me s’much. shit baby, yer gonna let me cum, right? g’nna let me fill that p-pussy up with all my cum..”

bakugou chants at the screen while you play your games, looking so sweet and innocent over the screen. he knows that he’d taint you, ruin you— you wouldn’t even be able to take all of the cum that katsuki bakugou has for you. there’s too much of it, too much pressure in his lower stomach and he’d fuck so much of his seed into you that your stomach would swell and you’d squirm beneath him to stop. fuck, the way your hips would run away from him because of his size, because you can’t take any more and your face is hot with those beautiful tears you have— katsuki knows your height, shorter than him, easy enough to break. his thick girth would have your hole stretching over his tip alone, choking him out for the better and for that, he’d have to breed you.

make you take it, make you take all of him.

no condom with all the warmth of your cunt, the slick arousal running down your thighs as he pounds you.

all of these thoughts are near enough to kill a man, drag katsuki bakugou under a pool of lust and drown him. the way he jerks himself off is fast paced and lazy, palm of his hand running smooth circles over his cockhead over and over until he’s warranted himself useless— body slumped in his bed, sweat dripping down his back and nothing but you and his lewd moans and dripping cock filling his ears while blood rushes through.

he’s losing his mind, losing himself to pleasure.

“y’my pretty whore, you’re gonna take all my fucking cum.” he manages, eyes locked onto the screen as you say your timid goodbyes to the stream, telling everyone you love them and you’ll see them soon and bakugou can’t help but imagining you underneath him with shaky, shy i love you’s pouring from between your kiss-swollen lips as you finally cum for him— all over him, like a fountain of euphoria.

when his laptop screen goes black, the damn breaks and the blonde cums the hardest he ever has in his entire life— thick white oozing from his tip in marvellous streams, running down his shaft at a pace faster than his shallow breaths. tears are large and bold in vermillion orbs and they fall against katsuki’s pink cheeks, his thighs quiver with every cum shot he makes, all over his hands and legs and both his hands shake as he takes a snap for his nsfw account— his usual stream of likes pouring in with flattering comments from mutuals which he doesn’t care for, only you.

a cum tribute, dedicated to you, your name in the caption.

one from your biggest fan.

the blonde’s mind is still swimming, google doc still blank as his brain, body sticky with the drying cum and sweat— bakugou doesn’t even think as he pulls up your latest tweet asking if everyone enjoyed the stream, barely double checking which Twitter account he’s on.

@dynamightnsfw: thanks for a fun night. @yndreamsOfficial

he should have double checked, for a minute later, a dm from your official account pops through— making his heart jump out of his chest and that orgasm charity shining through.

you send him his latest tweet, his golden skin covered in his own cum with your name and a thank you note in the caption.

“i guess you really enjoyed the stream, huh?” your message reads.

[inkykeiji]

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𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬!

common triggering topics you may come across on my blog include (but are not limited to):

𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬

noncon ⋆ #tw:noncon

dubcon ⋆ #tw:dubcon

somnophilia ⋆ #tw:somnophilia

dacryphilia ⋆ #tw:dacryphilia

degradation/dumbification ⋆ #tw:degradation, #tw:dumbification

daddy kink (sometimes with a ddlg type dynamic; aka a condescending caregiver type vibe) ⋆ #tw:daddy kink

spanking ⋆ #tw:spanking

marking (bruises, hickeys, scratches, bites) ⋆ #tw:marking

size kink/size difference ⋆ #tw:size kink

rough sex ⋆ #tw:rough sex

minimal prep ⋆ #tw:minimal prep

cum play ⋆ #tw:cumplay

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥

murder ⋆ #tw:murder

yandere ⋆ #tw:yandere

toxic relationships (manipulation, possessiveness, jealousy, patronization/condescension, extreme control, etc) ⋆ #tw:toxic relationship

abuse ⋆ #tw:abuse

mental illness (rarely) ⋆ #tw:mental illness

self harm (rarely) ⋆ #tw:self harm

suicide (literally just for dazai) ⋆ #tw:suicide

age gaps between consenting adults ⋆ #tw:age gap

pseudocest (aka incest between adopted or step siblings, big brother x little sister ONLY) ⋆ #tw:pseudocest

organized crime ⋆ #tw:organized crime

drugs/drug addiction ⋆ #tw:drugs

cheating ⋆ #tw:cheating

blood/gore ⋆ #tw:blood, tw:gore

if any of the topics mentioned above make you uncomfortable or upset, please filter the appropriate tags or block me! your safety and enjoyment should be of utmost concern, and it is your responsibility to curate your online space and online experience accordingly. stay safe <3

for a list of characters i write for and topics i will not write, please ✰click here!✰

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tags for hypothetical situations and headcanons set in the AUs i’ve created!!

#𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐲𝐚-𝐧𝐢𝐢 𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞

#𝐛𝐦𝐛 𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞

#𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐢'𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐚𝐜𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐚!𝐚𝐮 (actual tag is: #inky.darkacademia)

#𝐭𝐨𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐢 𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐛𝐢 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐲𝐚

[semisgroupie]

GAGAMARU + FULL NELSON

gagamaru gin x fem. reader

wc: 1.6k

warnings: lots of talk about different sex positions, unprotected sex, creampie, strength kink, manhandling, hints at a size kink (mans is big), praise, mirror sex, spanking, hints at dumbification, overstimulation, multiple orgasms (f!receiving), squirting

synopsis: gagamaru has found his new favorite position

Your boyfriend loves trying new positions with you whenever you two fuck. It’s like he made it a little challenge to see how many positions he could try with you.

First it was just the basics. Starting with missionary, doggy, 69, spooning, and cowgirl, he loved those positions and they were positions he went back to when he fucked you. But it wasn’t enough, he needed something more, something that’ll just satiate this urge that has been building.

Then he did some research and started introducing you to the new positions he found. First it was the waterfall, it was extremely enjoyable and you both had intense orgasms but it wasn’t good enough. He also forgot to put a pillow on the floor so he ended up having a bad tightness in his neck for the entirety of the next day.

The next position he wanted to try was the butter churner. It tested your own flexibility beyond belief and it tested his own stamina and patience. He wanted nothing more than to start pounding into you but due to the position you were in, if he were to do that you would get hurt.

Then the next position was the wheelbarrow. Another position that now tested your upper body strength and a position that tested his patience once again. This time it was a test of patience that he failed. He couldn’t hold himself back and slammed his hips into yours, causing you to lose your balance and almost faceplant into the floor. If it wasn’t for his quick reflexes then you would have.

After that little escapade you two decided a little break on trying adventurous positions would be beneficial but that didn’t mean Gagamaru would stop his research. And he’s finally stumbled upon the position that he thinks would be the one.

You were laying on your shared bed in one of his old jerseys and you were scrolling mindlessly through your social media feed. He walked over and gently pulled your phone from your hands and set it on the nightstand. “Hi beautiful.”

You looked up at your boyfriend, his hair was tied up messily and his big eyes peered down into yours. “Hi handsome.” He cupped your face in his large hands and kissed you deeply. He didn’t need to say a word, the way he kissed you hungrily told you everything you needed to know.

His hands moved from your face to your chest and groped you through the material of the jersey you stole from him. He groaned against your lips and pulled back slightly, “you’re irresistible my love. You know how much I love it when you’re in my old jerseys.” He groped your breasts again and captured your lips in a bruising kiss.

His hands continued to move along your body, gripping whatever he could over the jersey before he reached down to pull it off you and toss it to a corner of the room. Thankfully you decided not to wear any panties which gave him easier access to what he needed most. He quickly shed his clothes and crawled over you. “I need you so bad, I’ve been thinking about you all day and I’ve been craving you.” He leaned down to your chest and peppered open mouthed kisses along the skin before taking one of your nipples into his mouth. He roughly sucked on the perky bud while he moved one hand to toy with the other then trailed kisses up to your ear. “I found a new position for us to try. Wanna try it out? I promise it’ll be fun.”

He gently nibbled on your earlobe and pulled back so he could look you in the eyes while you thought and responded. “Let’s try it.” Once the words left your lips he quickly moved to position you both. He felt like his cock grew harder by the second and you grew even more excited with how eager he was.

He adjusted you so your back was to him and he had his hands on your hips, holding onto you tightly while you reached down to stroke his cock. You turned your head to look back at him and raised an eyebrow, “reverse cowgirl? We’ve done this position plenty of times before.” He chuckled at your words and used his grip on your hips to sink you down onto his cock, not even giving you a moment to fully adjust to his size as he made you take him completely.

“I know we have but this isn’t the position I was talking about but get to riding and I’ll show you.” He ended his sentence with a spank to your ass and you leaned forward to hold onto his thighs and started bouncing. He moved his hands along your body, from your hips to help you bounce and back to your ass to spank you each time your hips met his. His cock rubbed against your walls perfectly, hitting all your sweet spots and giving you that pleasurable stretch that you loved.

You almost lost yourself in the complete pleasure of bouncing on his cock, practically forgetting about the position he wanted to try out. He gripped your hips tightly and that made you look back at him with a small pout on your lips. “Lean back against me and lift your legs up.” You did as he said and bit your lip in anticipation. He planted his feet on the bed and hooked his arms under your legs and moved his hands behind your head, locking his fingers behind it. “Let me know if it’s too much okay?”

You nodded as best as you could and he started thrusting up into you, just jackhammering into you. The pace he set was mind numbing and all you could do was hold onto his arms and cry out his name. His heavy balls slapped against your clit with each thrust and you couldn’t take your eyes off of the sight beneath you. “You love watching my cock slam in and out of you huh? Just watching as I stretch your tight pussy to its limits? You can’t even tear your gaze away even if you wanted to.” His words went straight to your core, it was true, you couldn’t tear your gaze away from the sight in front of you. He looked even more massive in this position, just completely splitting you open.

You gripped his arms tighter as the coil in your belly tightened more and more until it finally snapped. Your body shook in his hold and you finally shut your eyes as your orgasm washed over you. He continued fucking you through your orgasm, holding you in that same position as you shook and trembled in his hold. “You look so pretty when you cum, my love but I’m not done yet.”

He moved his hands from the back of your head and shifted them to your shoulders to hold you against him and kept his arms hooked underneath your legs. In a swift move he was standing and he took a few steps to stand in front of the full length mirror in your bedroom. “Now I can see that pretty empty look in your eyes while I fuck you.”

He hooked his hands back behind your head and started thrusting again. The waves of overstimulation took over you while it seemed like Gagamaru had no plans of stopping. Now that he’s found his perfect position he was going to milk the moment for as long as he could. His grip on you never faltered for a moment, he kept you close to him while he kept pounding into you.

You looked at him through the mirror with half lidded eyes, watching the stray hairs stick to his face as he looked back at you. “I want your cum inside me please, I need it so badly.” Your voice was shaky due to your second impending orgasm and it almost sent him over the edge. He held onto you tighter and somehow started thrusting faster and harder.

“Cum for me and I’ll fill this sweet pussy up. Cum for me.” He groaned in your ear and that was all you needed for the coil to snap a second time, this time your orgasm was more intense. He watched with wide eyes as you squirted, watching how it gushed out of you while he continued thrusting. He threw his head back for a moment and slammed his hips into yours, finally reaching his own orgasm.

He groaned and rolled his hips against yours as his cock continued twitching, filling you with more cum. He slowly lifted you to pull out and walked you back to bed, setting you down on the soft sheets before laying next to you. “That was amazing, fuck.” He groaned and pulled you close to him. “Are you okay, my love?”

He gently caressed your cheek and you looked up at him. “I’m perfect. I don’t think I’ve ever had an orgasm that intense.” He chuckled and pressed a kiss to your lips before pulling back. “Now get some rest, you look exhausted. You did so amazing for me, I’m so proud of you. I love you so much.”

You nodded and adjusted your position to rest your head on his chest. “I love you more.” Your words were mumbled before you drifted off to sleep with your boyfriend quickly following suit.

Now the search for the perfect position was finally over, all his urges have been satiated…until he finds something else to crave.

taglist: @litepowee @satmitsuplanet

[inkyajax]

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𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬

#𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐢 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬  ⋆ me chattering on to myself ehehe

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#𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐲.𝐛𝐛 ⋆ anon asks!

#𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐢 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐮𝐩𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬 ⋆ any post that updates you on what i’ve been doing!

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬

common triggering topics you may come across on my blog include (but are not limited to):

𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬

dubcon ⋆ #tw:dubcon

somnophilia ⋆ #tw:somnophilia

dacryphilia ⋆ #tw:dacryphilia

degradation/dumbification ⋆ #tw:degradation, #tw:dumbification

daddy kink (sometimes with a ddlg type dynamic (aka a condescending caregiver type vibe) ⋆ #tw:daddy kink

spanking ⋆ #tw:spanking

marking (bruises, hickeys, scratches, bites) ⋆ #tw:marking

size kink/size difference ⋆ #tw:size kink

rough sex ⋆ #tw:rough sex

minimal prep ⋆ #tw:minimal prep

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥

murder ⋆ #tw:murder

slight yandere ⋆ #tw:yandere

toxic relationships (manipulation, possessiveness, jealousy, patronization/condescension, extreme control, etc) ⋆ #tw:toxic relationship

age gaps between consenting adults ⋆ #tw:age gap

pseudocest (aka incest between adopted siblings, big brother x little sister ONLY) ⋆ #tw:pseudocest

organized crime ⋆ #tw:organized crime

drugs/drug addiction ⋆ #tw:drugs

cheating ⋆ #tw:cheating

blood ⋆ #tw:blood

if any of the topics mentioned above make you uncomfortable or upset, please filter the appropriate tags or block me! your safety and enjoyment should be of utmost concern, and it is your responsibility to curate your online space and online experience accordingly. stay safe <3

with that being said, here is a list of 𝐭𝐨𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐬 𝐢 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞:

anal/pegging

femdom | mommy kink

pedophilia

beastiality

pet play | hybrids

age play

lactation

water sports | scat | vomit

eating disorders

full blood incest | any incest that isn’t big bro x lil sis (dad x daughter, uncle x niece, etc)

[tteokdoroki]

shift's not so bad. | k.bokuto. ʚ !! ɞ

❧ ; SYNOPSIS. things could be worse, your shift could be worse but lucky for you, your boss koutarou bokuto knows exactly how to make it all better.

❧ ; cpu characters. koutarou bokuto x fem!reader.

❧ ; word count. 2.1K

❧ ; genre + rating. barista!au, fluff, smut, 18+, minors do not interact !!

❧ ; game warnings. - proceed with caution !! reader is in their twenties, older!bokuto, slight!age-gap, mentions of violence, smut, exhibitionnism, unprotected sex, fingering, creampie, oral sex fem!recieving, light!impact-play, soft!dom, praise!kink, spit!kink, size!kink.

❧ ; streamer commentary. hi everyone!! sorry for being MIA, i missed you all!! anways heres a little fic commissioned by my beautiful girl @patchworkpuzzle !! everyone else, pls enjoy this fic eee!! special thanks to @cellotonins for beta reading !! enjoy <3 m.list. + tip jar.

shit’s not so bad...i mean, it could be worse?... right?

is what you try to tell yourself as you hold back tears, the lump in your throat beginning to burn and shock flooding your system like most of the patrons in your busy little cafe today.

the situation at hand and the burning coffee sinking into the fabric of your barista uniform shirt couldn’t possibly be your fault either, you weren’t to blame for this— but the angry woman on the other side of the counter doesn’t seem to agree, yelling all sorts of profanities in your direction, insults you’re supposed to accept because the customer is always right. you’d followed the recipe exactly, so you’re not too sure why she doesn’t like her coffee, why she’s screaming her head off at you and why she’s raising a hand as if she’s going to slap you and oh—!

there’s no impact.

your pretty, glassy eyes that were once screwed shut crack open to get a good look at the scene— the supervisor on shift, bokuto, looks right back at you, amber irises swirling with unadulterated concern before they’re engulfed in a bright orange and rageful flames as he turns to the customer in question. he calmly shuts her down, asks if he can help and then asks her to leave.

“why don’t you head t’the back, pretty girl?” bokuto hums sweetly, looking at you over his shoulder with a reassuring smile. he’s so nice to you, you like working with him a lot— he’s a year out of college meaning he’s two older than you and more experienced. koutarou’s the type of guy to lock up for you so your shift ends early or to give you a break when you come in sick to make ends meet. if bokuto’s on your shift, then it’s guaranteed to be a good one— so you’re happy that you’re working with him a lot, like today, where your supervisor has your back. “there should be some spare uniform back there, clean up and calm down, yeah? i’ll take care of this.”

you nod your head and quickly do as you’re told— scurrying to the back room with your tail between your legs and tears in your eyes because it’s so embarrassing that you’ve been bullied by a customer in front of your favourite coworker, the one you’ve been crushing on since you started working at the stupid cafe.

matters only get worse when the coworker in question comes stumbling into the back room just as you’re peeling off your sticky white shirt and checking your skin for burns— and you can’t help but cry even harder now that bokuto’s seen you a naked, snotty mess in the mismatched underwater you’d thrown on this morning for your 7AM shift. “h-hey, hey! what’s the matter gorgeous? what’s wrong?” the salt and pepper haired male coos, closing the door behind him and immediately crushing the couch in front of you. bokuto’s knack for pet names, meticulously calculated and perfectly placed throughout his sentences only serves to make you cry harder— comforted by his presence but still humiliated by the state he’s seeing you in.

“i-i’m—“ you tremble, you hiccup and his large, warm hands grip your thighs, rubbing them where the hem of your skirt ends. it’s an even softer, more comforting gesture. “‘m sorry,”

clicking his tongue, bokuto rubs a circle on the back of your knee and shakes his head— looking up at you with an odd mix of a soft and stern look. “nuhuh, don’cha dare go apologisin’,” he scolds you gently, still trying to calm you down on his knees before you while you sob dumbly, half dressed. “i shouldn’t say it, but that lady was a bitch. kind of an asshole customer if you ask me. pain ta’get rid of!” bokuto’s words earn him a watery giggle and a sniffle and you’re looking a little bit better, but he can’t stand to see you tear up like this— eyes growing puffier by the second, so he asks. “can i do somethin’ sweetheart? help you feel better?”

naively, you nod your head and your crush— your coworker koutarou gets to work. he leans in close to the soft meat of your thighs, pressing his slightly chapped lips to them as his golden eyes flicker up to yours for consent. you’re dreaming right? imagining the hot open mouthed kisses koutarou leaves along your inner thighs— the nips he gives the plush flesh until his nose is pressed against your clit over your cotton panties and his silvery locks have disappeared under your clothes.

it’s not until koutarou inhales, sniffing against your panties that you believe what you’re seeing— what you’re feeling.

because you start drooling from your pretty pussy, your breath hitching for different reasons unrelated to tears and your coworker is sliding his tongue over the newly formed wet patch on your underwear— groaning. “don’t worry, pretty girl,” bokuto says huskily, tongue rolling just over your hole— the only thing stopping the pink muscle from slipping in, being your barrier of clothing. “‘m gonna make it all go away, make you forget.” you don’t dare doubt him, squeezing his toned shoulders and crumpling his crisp white shirt when bokuto gathers your panties between your folds and drags them along your clit— sucking on your fat pussy as he goes.

“b-bo!” you can’t help but squeak, legs going shaky and goosebumps rising on your skin. you shouldn’t really be doing this, humping the face of your coworker as his nose bumps your puffy pleasure nub and his tongue swipes the stickiness your arousal— but he offered, he wanted to help you feel better and he’s making you feel so could you forget why you’d originally been crying in the first place. “b-bokuto!”

fat, babyish tears of pleasure replace the pathetic ones that rolled down your cheeks just minutes before— the supervisor groaning lowly into your messy folds and causing the vibrations to shoot desire up your spine. “call me koutarou sweetheart, let yourself go for me,” there’s a dazzle of lust intertwining with his honey eyes as they peek out from underneath your skirt— the sweet words mumbled halfheartedly into your sloppy cunt that glistens under the yellow artificial light up above. “you taste s’good baby,” he tells you, making your pussy flutter against his tongue while it wrestles your velvet walls in search of your g-spot— a thick fog of arousal drowning any logical thought in your brain. “hm? you like that too?”

“i-i do!” you gasp out when he spits into your puffy pussy, tonguing the foam into your clit before repeating the action.

thick fingers, ones that are calloused with the burns from coffee making machines, pull your panties to the side, eventually tearing through them— and bokuto lets out a breathy chuckle that’s warm against your throbbing core at the sight of the material glued to your cunt by clear strings of your essence. “oh i can tell baby, you’re so wet,” bokuto muses out loud, pushing his mix of spit and slick into your puckered hole until your knees knock at the intrusion. “cryin’ just as much down here as you are up there, pretty girl. am i not doin’ enough to make ya feel better?”

your bottom lip trembles tears catch on your lower lash line— your entire body bristling with heat from lust or embarrassment you can’t even tell at this point. “y-you are!” you whine weakly, stuttering and struggling to keep your self standing when bokuto gently taps your pussy— moaning deep within his chest at the lewd sound sound makes.

“yeah?”

“y-yes!”

bokuto smacks your cunt again, eyes twitching up to watch your face twist with tears and pleasure. “i love that pretty face you make, baby,” he mumbles from beneath your skirt, massaging sweet patterns into your abused clit. “y’gonna cum for me?” nodding your head, you grind back against his rough fingers, dragging your clit over his tips as the pressure building in your lower stomach starts to unravel. “hold it, yeah gorgeous? ‘m not done making you feel better, wanna help ya out on my cock.”

your knees give out in one moment, the next they're knocking the cool concrete floor as you straddle bokuto’s lap— his cock pressed up against your tight entrance, the fear of him not being able to fit masked by your desire to just feel better. and when you sink down on him— his thick length bullying it’s way through your funny insides, bokuto’s mouth doesn’t stop running, pulling him into a pussy drunk haze.

large hands on your fleshy ass guide you to bounce up and down before you’ve even adjusted, tears blurring your vision while your sweet squeals accompany the slaps of skin on skin and the muffled, lewd gripes of your coworker against your neck. “feel so good inside, gorgeous, fuck— wrappin’ round me just right,” he slurs, teeth and tongue ravaging your neck. “y’such a good girl, so good at everythin’... your job, takin’ my tongue, fuckin’ yourself down on my cock even when s’too big f’you,”

koutarou turns his head, pressing his lips against your tear stained cheeks to catch a drop of the saltine liquid before it hits your chin. “‘m good?” you ask, struggling to breathe anything in aside from lust as you clench down and swirl your hips over his.

“s’fucking good pretty girl,” he tells you with red cheeks and sweat on his brow from thrusting up into you, filling you with everything he has to offer, smearing precum along your gushing walls and hitting your g-spot just right. “been thinkin’ about this for so long, havin’ you like this. all to myself. hate it when the others flirt with you on shift, just want you to mine.”

bokuto’s longing words make your stomach twist in delight, cunt fluttering and squeezing down on his tip, pulling the most salacious sounds from him. your bodies move together clumsily on the back room floor, your knees scraping concrete, his arms locked tight around your waist to lift you up and down against him— your breasts brushing against his now crinkled shirt in the best of ways. you’re aware enough to know you’re making your crush feel good but you’re no expert, and it makes you cry out in embarrassment and ecstasy— attempting to hide your face and messy cheeks in his mop of silvery black hair.

“hey pretty girl,” bokuto’s breath is hot against your ear, hips rolling just right and clapping against your ass. “don’t be embarrassed, c’mon— look how good you’re makin’ me feel,” the praise makes you clench down, makes him stutter and press his palm into your back to hold you closer— controlling the fluidity of your bodies moving together before he guides your heated face to look down at where you become one, stained with milky arousal. “dreamed of this cute pussy, dreamed of you,”

the confession has your heart racing, “m-mm! k-koutarou! wanna cum for you, please,” it’s like cotton has stuffed your ears as blood rushes through— carrying dopamine and lust and other sex hormones through your body and stream of consciousness.

his hands, expert at their craft and at touching you, slide down your spine and leave a tingle in their wave until bokuto reaches your ass, squeezing and clenching— helping you ride him to your high.

“can feel it baby, you gonna cum? keep ridin’ me just like that then...fuuuck, that’s it, see that baby? you’re fuckin’ getting the hang of it.”

“m-mf, ‘m there, ‘m there!” you cry and he’s got you seated on the edge, hand wrapping round your thigh brush at your swollen clit with his thumb. you gasp with burning tears on your cheeks when koutarou’s hips jump up, blunt tip nudging the squishy spot inside of you. “fuck!”

he smiles, golden and warm and reassuring and you’re seconds away from breaking then. “oh you feel that huh? must be so big inside you. but you can take it all, right honey? cum f’me right now?” bokuto sounds like he’s mocking you, so soft in comparison to the rough way his cock bullies your insides— but your body follows his lead anyway, your release splashing out of you as you collapse forward and paint his cock with a spasming cunt.

it’s toe curling, life changing the way the knot in your lower tummy unravels and bokuto isn’t far behind either— fucking up into you until his dick slips out of your hot wet hole and his cum is smearing its way over your precious ass cheeks. you’re still curled into your coworkers chest when you both come down, your pussy wrecked and his cock throbbing against your ass as he lets out a breathy chuckle at your timid and teary face.

“feelin’ any better yet, sweetheart?” koutarou bokuto has the audacity to ask while you’re fucked out in his lap.

and if you hadn’t gone completely brainless, you would have said. ‘yes thank you, i do.’