TAKE IT OFF, LEAVE IT ON | Kuroo X Fem!reader

— TAKE IT OFF, LEAVE IT ON | kuroo x fem!reader

-> synopsis: what happens behind closed doors

-> cw: NSFW, MDNI 18+, smut, trophy wife!reader, ceo!kuroo, light dom/sub themes, mirror sex, fingering, blowjob, unprotected vaginal sex, creampie, dirty talk, praise, teasing, body worship, they’re two saps in love >:((((

-> wc: 3.8k

-> a/n: the saga continues

-> series masterlist

Once the front door clicks shut, Kuroo smothers you with his tall frame.

Kisses blend together, from your mouth to your cheeks, to your jaw and your throat and back again. Warm lips drag a little roughly over every bare inch of your skin, leaving behind wet little trails as you stumble towards the stairs, wrapped in his arms. His tongue is in your mouth curving up to stroke at the roof of it, a deep groan vibrating in his chest when you softly suck on the wet muscle. 

“Fuck, you’re gonna kill me,” he gasps, parting from you briefly. “Hold on tight.”

In one smooth motion, Kuroo hoists you into his arms bridal style. Automatically, you cling to his neck, fingers sinking into his dark hair as you lean in to paint his neck in crimson kisses. Hurrying up the stairs to your bedroom, he almost stumbles when he reaches the top due to one particularly cheeky nip to his pulse.

“Careful,” you hum as he catches himself, the bob of his throat heavy and warm against your smudged lips.

“Don’t distract me while I’m carrying precious cargo,” he says, nudging the door open with his foot and kicking it closed behind him.

“I wasn’t trying to distract you.” He carries you over to your large bed, gently placing you on the edge of the mattress before he kicks his polished shoes off and sinks to his knees before you. 

“It’s cute that you think I don’t know how that pretty little brain works.”

Just as he’d helped you into your shoes (that were hurting your feet right now, in all honesty) Kuroo delicately pulls them off, fingers dancing on your skin as he loosens the ties and slips them off your feet. Gently, he rubs at your ankles and the soles of your feet in turn before he sets them on the plush carpet, pressing soft kisses to your sore ankles. 

But he doesn’t let go.

His hands follow the familiar path up your calves to your thighs, resting firmly on the warm flesh hidden under swathes of silk. Peeking up at you, he grins, craning up to kiss you once more. You capture his face between your hands, licking into his mouth as he tries to press closer. 

“Let’s get that dress off you, hm?” he murmurs, lips brushing softly against yours as he speaks.

“Please.”

Kuroo stands and offers you his hand, reeling you in flush against his chest. You brace yourself by resting your palms on his pectoral muscles, sliding them up to unbutton his shirt and loosen his tie. You can feel the heat of his palms through the fabric of your dress, warm on your hips where he squeezes before they roam up in search of the zip holding the garment together. He pauses once he finds it.

“I almost don’t wanna take it off,” he hums, fiddling with the tiny piece of metal between his fingers. “It looks so fucking good on you. I can’t decide.”

“Don’t you wanna see if I'm wearing your gift underneath?” you ask coyly, trailing your index finger down the centre of his chest.

“I do,” he breathes, tugging it down a little, making a soft buzz as it travels down your back a few inches. He huffs  “God, this is the most difficult decision I’ve ever had to make, I hope you know that.” Your answering giggle makes his scowl deepen, but the zip continues its reluctant journey down the planes of your spine. “It physically pains me that I’m taking this dress off you.”

“You’re such a drama queen,” you laugh, rolling your eyes. 

“I am not,” he says petulantly, your back now exposed to the warm air of your bedroom. He splays his fingers over your spine, feeling the bumpy ridges of it when he pulls you closer, the lacy fabric of his gift soft under his fingertips. “But at least I get this as compensation.”

Extracting yourself from his embrace, you allow the supple material to slip off your torso, pushing it over your hips and letting it pool at your feet like a puddle of fresh blood. Kuroo groans, cursing under his breath at the ‘compensation’ you offer him so generously. 

“I thought you wanted the dress to stay on?” you coo, reaching out to tilt his chin up. You cluck your teeth disapprovingly. “It’s rude to stare, Tetsu.”

“Fuck the dress, what dress?” he says breathily, half in a haze as he takes your hand away, too busy raking his eyes over your barely clothed body. You don’t blame him - it’s a beautiful set. It compliments your skin tone beautifully, perfectly hugging all the hills and valleys that make up your body. Your tits are nestled prettily in the bra, framed by soft lace and sheer fabric that does almost nothing to shield your perked nipples from his greedy eyes. The matching underwear also leaves little to his imagination and Kuroo didn’t know he could love the colour red any more tonight. “You’re definitely gonna kill me.”

“You literally set yourself up for this,” you snicker. The look in his eyes, overflowing with need and raw hunger, makes your stomach flutter, any possible thoughts of being insecure washing away. It’s truly devastating that he can make you feel so sexy with just one glance.

“Give me a spin,” he says. Lifting your linked hands above your head, you twirl on the spot, earning you a low wolf whistle that makes your cheeks go warm as he tugs you back towards him. “Shit, I could eat you whole.”

“Why don’t you?” 

“Maybe I will.”

Just as he smirks and slants down to kiss you again, you jolt in his arms, wriggling out of them as though scalded. “Wait! I forgot to take my jewellery off!”

Kuroo sighs, following you into your dressing room as you hurriedly take out your earrings. The clasp on your necklace, however, gives you some trouble. Familiar hands brush your fumbling ones away gently, pushing your hair from your nape to bare it to him. “Let me.” 

You watch your reflections in the mirror as he unhooks the clasp. It’s large, the way you’d wanted back when you designed your home together. It covers around a third of the wall perpendicular to your dressing table, twice as tall as it is wide with a golden gilded frame. 

“Have you got it?”

“Yep,” he says, carefully taking it away from your decolletage and dropping it in the still-open velvet box it was stored in. He feathers a kiss at your nape, settling his arms around your waist, thumbing at the skin between your belly button and the waistband of your underwear. Dipping his thumb beneath the elastic, his kisses travel to your shoulder as he holds you flush against his front so that you can feel the stirring of his cock still trapped in his trousers. Teasingly, you wiggle your ass back against him, a soft hum reverberating in your throat when his other hand palms one of your thinly veiled tits.

“Don’t go tearing anything,” you hum, letting your head loll back against his shoulder with a sigh. His hands are always so gentle and warm, always touching you tenderly, reverently. It makes you melt in his hold.

“Not this time,” he agrees, nipping at your earlobe and grinning. Your fingers snake into his hair, scratching his scalp gently as you both fall silent for a moment whilst Kuroo peppers your skin aimlessly with his love. But his hands quickly grow restless, roaming lower, squeezing firmer, until you’re squirming into his touch, trying to chase those languid fingers.

“I hope you don’t plan on just looking at me tonight,” you huff, spreading your legs a little to lure his fingers down to your aching core.

“I do, actually.” He chuckles, pecking your cheek when you glare at him through the mirror, lips tickling your ear as he whispers. “Don’t give me that look baby, you’re gonna make my cock even harder.”

His words make your skin feel hot, his fingers disappearing deeper into your underwear until the tips find your clit, wet and pert. “Do something about it then,” you gasp, swallowing the whimper that rises up the back of your throat. 

“Right here?” Grasping your cheeks gently, he tilts your head to meet your reflection, cooing in a teasing manner. “In front of the mirror? You wanna see what I see? Well in that case-”

He relinquishes his hold on you for just a moment, pulling out the chair tucked under your dressing table and placing it a few feet away from the mirror. It’s just big enough for one person, so he seats himself and spreads his thighs, patting one invitingly. “-come take a seat, princess.”

Biting back a smile, you settle on his lap. Immediately, his hands find home on your legs, manoeuvring them to arc over his so that he can hold you open without the use of his hands.

“That’s better,” he says, stroking the soft skin of your inner thighs. “Comfy?”

“For now,” you smile, turning your head to kiss the corner of his mouth.

“You’ll forget all about it once you’re cumming around my fingers,” he teases, licking your lips playfully. With his chin perched on your shoulder, he pulls the gusset of your panties to the side. Eyes glued to the strings of arousal that web between your flesh and the fabric, he hisses appreciatively. “Fuck, you’re so wet, sweetheart. Hold this for me.”

Taking your hand, he guides you into keeping the fabric tucked out of the way so that you’re vulnerable to his dexterous hands. 

Spreading you wide with his thumbs, he croons in your ear. “Look at you, your pussy’s drooling all for me.” Lightly, he grazes his forefinger over your clit, watching you twitch under his simple touch. “You want me to touch you there?” he murmurs, stroking it again, grinning when you clutch at his forearm and suck in a shaky breath. “Or here?”

Drifting down, his finger circles your entrance, refusing to dip inside your warmth. “Tetsu,” you whisper, desperate for his hands to move with more purpose, completely ignoring his questions.

“I want you to watch. Keep your eyes right here.” He sinks in his finger down to the first knuckle, letting you clench around it before he pulls it away. He repeats the action, fucking you shallowly with the tip of his finger, the opposite hand flitting around your clit. “I want you to see how you take me. First my fingers and then my cock. That sound good?”

Nodding, your hips buck up in search of more pressure, to suck his fingers in deeper, but he just chuckles and pulls away to press his wet finger against your lower lip. Your jaw loosens as you part your mouth to welcome it in, meeting his darkened, almost glowing eyes in the mirror as you suck on it. Fighting back a grimace at the flavour that invades your tongue, you make every effort to lick his skin clean and wet it with your saliva. 

“Eyes down, baby,” he says, dragging his spit-soaked finger out and over your plump lip, your eyes following the path he traces down your chin, then your windpipe, the centre of your sternum and belly until he finally returns to your core, dripping with your arousal. Your skin burns, half with embarrassment, half with need.

“Don’t tease,” you whine quietly, wearing a cute little frown. “Been waiting for this all evening.”

“All evening, yeah? What a coincidence. So have I,” he murmurs, mercifully plunging two fingers inside you. The two of you watch how your cunt stretches around them and sucks them in, the soft shimmer of your juices clinging to your butterflied flesh, quiet moans escaping you both at the erotic display. It’s hypnotic, watching him like this, rather than just feeling what he does to you with those gorgeous hands. Seeing him knuckles deep in you, occasionally daring to glance at his handsome face as he coos and praises you, makes you feel even wetter. Your heavy gazes meet in the mirror and you clench around him with a desperate mewl.

“Look at the pretty faces you make,” he whispers breathlessly as your lips part in an ‘o’ when he rubs your clit a little more firmly, your brows knitting together. You squirm in his lap, hips jerking as he pushes you towards your peak. His fingers gather speed, squelching in and out of you obscenely. “Look at how beautiful you are when you’re about to cum.”

“Fuck! I-”

Your face contorts as your orgasm sweeps over you, lips parted, body arching away from his torso, thighs trembling from being held open, a loud amalgamation of curses and moans falling freely from your lips. “That’s it, oh you’re squeezing my fingers so tight baby, fuck.”

Kuroo kisses you softly as euphoria dims and fades and your panting slows into deep breaths, rubbing soothingly at your thighs.

“Can you do something for me?” he murmurs, pressing his lips to hollow beneath your ear once your breathing returns to normal.

“What is it?”

“Undress me.”

Shifting to kneel on the floor, you hold his gaze steady as you reach up to his tie, loosening the red silk until the knot unravels. Tossing it aside, you trail your fingers delicately over his throat, his Adam's apple bobbing under your fingertips when he swallows. Smudges of red in the shape of your lips stain his skin, stark against the pristine white collar of his shirt. You undo the rest of his buttons, smoothing your palms over his torso reverently. 

“Y’know, I could look at you all night too.” You bite back a grin as you graze your fingers over his nipples, giggling when he jerks a little in surprise. “All smart and sexy. All mine.”

His shirt slips off his broad shoulders, revealing the smooth skin of his toned biceps and his narrow waist that dips down into his inky black trousers. 

It’s moments like these where Kuroo falls silent, unable to find the retort that usually sits ready on his tongue. How can he say anything, when you look at him with such raw, unfiltered love that he feels naked even though he’s still half dressed? You’re the only person who could ever make him feel like this, wanted and loved,  with just a glance - like he’s more than just a suit and a winning smile.

Patting his thigh twice signals for him to stand. Your hands go to his belt, unbuckling it before unbuttoning and unzipping his trousers. The black fabric is worked off his narrow hips before you peel them away from his strong thighs. Once he’s stepped out of them and he's left in just his black boxers, you peek up at him with an impish smile, settling your palm over the bulge straining against the cotton. Gently, you squeeze, earning a hiss from the man before you.

“Easy,” he says, stroking your cheek. Nuzzling into his touch, you squeeze again and this time, he groans quietly. “Who’s teasin’ now?”

“It’s just a little payback for making me wait,” you say innocently, tugging his boxers down. “Now sit.” His cock bounces a little once it’s free, already stiff and leaking precum from the tip. Licking your lips, you dip your head and drag your mouth over his thighs, sucking at the unblemished inner skin, marring it with lipstick and love. Your kisses climb slowly as he pushes your hair back, cradling your skull in his hand whilst you take your time spoiling him. 

Pulling back, you lazily run a single finger up his cock, from root to tip, tapping thoughtfully at the head. With a hum, you pillow your cheek on his thigh and bat your lashes up at him.

“Is it my turn to get you to watch now?”

Kuroo smirks, scratching gently at your scalp. “If that’s what you want me to do.”

“Okay,” you smile, circling the head of his cock with your finger. Your husband exhales softly, eyes still rapt on yours as you echo his requests from moments before. “No looking at me. Eyes up, Tetsu.”

“This feels bizarre,” he says honestly, cocking his head to the side as he observes his own reflection, his lower half concealed by your kneeling body. You snort, glancing behind you.

“I know,” you say, leaning forward to press a kiss to his tip with a resounding smack of your lips. You lave his cock in wet kisses, down his shaft and up again, transferring what little pigment remains on your stained mouth. 

“You’re pretty from behind too,” he teases, groaning when he looks down to see you suckling on the tip of his cock, your lips parted around it. 

“What did I say?” you pout, pulling off to glare up at him.

“Okay, okay, ok-ah! Shit!”

Your eyes crinkle at the corners as you suddenly slip him into your mouth, amused by his reaction. There’s pink bleeding over his cheeks and ears, blooming over his chest as you bob your head, letting your saliva pool under your tongue and drip down his sizable shaft. The slurping noises coming from your mouth are at complete odds with your innocent humming as you take him further down your throat, relaxing your muscles the way you’ve taught yourself to do for him over the years.

“Slow down,” he pants, his grip in your hair tightening as his head lolls to the side and he curses under his breath. Drool soaks your lips and chin, dripping heavily down his length when you pull off to take a few steadying breaths of air, blinking away the tears that have gathered in your waterline. Your hand replaces your mouth, slowly stroking him as he struggles to compose himself. He tilts your head back, watching you with dark eyes and a heaving chest. “Red was the perfect choice for you. Little demon.”

Giggling, you roll your eyes, surging back in again, lower this time. Your tongue pokes out to lap delicately at his balls, his hitched breath spurring you on to engulf one into your mouth. Your cheeks hollow as you suck on it, still squeezing his cock in your fist before you release it with a pop and a devilish little grin, offering the same treatment to the other. You can tell he’s close from the way his abs flex, the light sheen of sweat that coats his skin and of course, the salacious noises that he can’t seem to contain.

“You gonna cum?” you ask, rubbing your thighs together at the deep moan that slips from his lips. He grunts affirmatively, his fingers flexing, unable to grasp anything to ground himself. Weak to the beauty of your husband on the brink of falling apart, you give in and tug off your soiled underwear, slowing the slide of your hand on his cock. He almost whines when you let go completely so that you can move to straddle him, guiding his slick length to slip inside your pulsing cunt. You both groan in unison as you come together, until he’s buried to the hilt, stretching you magnificently. He pressed his forehead to your sternum, fogging your skin with his heavy breaths. “Then cum inside me.”

Rocking your hips in a grinding motion, you reaccustom yourself to the fullness in your lower abdomen, his cock throbbing heavily inside you. You loop your arms around his neck as he clutches you tightly, his grip near bruising. “You feel amazing. So amazing,” he breathes, pressing kisses to the valley between your breasts. His hands knead at your ass before finding your hips that rise and fall slowly, massaging his cock with your hot, velvety cunt. 

“So do you,” you gasp, letting your head fall back a bit as he kisses his way up your throat before finding your lips. Fingers dig into the soft give of your hips as he gathers his wits enough to guide your motions until he’s bouncing you in his lap. The sound of skin slapping skin rends the air, the cacophony of your moans and desperate panting joining the fray.

For the briefest moment, Kuroo’s hazy vision settles on the mirror and your sweaty bodies caught within. He catches a glimpse of how your cunt splits open to swallow his cock, of the glossy mess gathering where you meet, how your flesh ripples with every movement. So he grits his teeth and takes it upon himself to fuck you harder, lifting you up and down his cock with his own strength, until your nails sink into the skin of his back and you’re mewling for release. 

He’s babbling on about love and devotion and all the things that make your heart so full it hurts, but you’re too lost in the way your clit grazes his pelvis to let it sink in. “You’ve got no idea what you fuckin’ do to me,” he grunts, shifting an arms to wrap around your waist as the other finds your swollen little clit. 

It doesn’t take much longer, a few more thrusts and clumsy circles on your clit and you’re the first to let go, keening into his mouth shameless as your pussy constricts around him. He’s quick to follow, stilling as he cums inside you, filling you with thick warmth that makes you whine softly. You’re both breathless, chests heaving together as you slowly recover, Kuroo’s cock softening inside you, though he makes no move to pull out. A cottony feeling fills your bones, leaving you limp and pliant as you flop against his chest, snuggling against his bare skin. 

“Love you,” you mumble, tiredly kissing his heartbeat.

“Love you too,” he whispers, his lips brushing over your hair as his pulse slows. “My pretty baby. Let me look at you.”

“Stop,” you giggle, leaning back to see him wearing a gooey, lovesick expression.

“No way,” he grins, peppering your face with soft, ticklish kisses that make you laugh and squirm in his lap. “Never.”

With his nose tucked against his cheek and your lips at your ear, you shift your hips a little and whisper. “Carry me.”

“Where to, my lady?”

“Bathroom,” you hum, before a cheeky grin crawls over your cheeks. “Or bedroom. You can pick.”

“Bedroom it is,” he chuckles, kissing your cheek as he stands with you in his arms in one swift movement. “You wouldn’t give me the option if you didn’t want more. Horny demon.”

“Not true!” you scoff and he cackles at the affronted yet flustered expression you wear. 

“Is so.”

“It isn’t.”

“Yes it is,” he whispers, biting the fat of your cheek affectionately. “You’re so transparent.”

“Nothing gets past you, does it?” you say mockingly, sticking your tongue at him. He responds by nipping it lightly. 

“Nope. I wouldn’t be a very good husband if it did.”

𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐘 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐎𝐋: 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐓𝐖𝐎

ও rating. explicit

ও summary. his smile—almost too sharp to be nice—makes your chest do this silly thing when he says, “let’s play a game.” | wc. 2.7k+

cw/ tw. dark content. psychological manipulation, paranoia, extremely dubious consent, unprotected sex, rough sex, semi-public sex, violence (not towards the reader), praise kink, possessive behavior 

ও featuring. Stalker!Toji x Fem!Reader

ও an. when I tell you it took everything to pull  2k+ words out of thin air to finish this fic because I wanted the build-up to be right. this is part 2 of my entry for @bl4des ’don’t blink collab’ <33 please mind the tags and enjoy:) also thank you @kingdumkum for looking this over for me 🖤 | part 1 | part 2

When you wake up the next morning, it’s almost noon, and he’s already gone.

You’re unsure what you expected from a guy you’d just met, but then you sit up and notice a scrap of paper propped on the pillow beside yours. There’s a phone number above where ‘call me when you wake up’ is hastily scrawled. A small T beneath that.

You wrinkle your nose at how presumptuous it is for him to think you’ll give him what he wants, regardless if he asks nicely or not. Maybe he’s seen the cracks in your armor, got a glimpse at the terrible little anomaly inside that yearns. One couldn’t be blamed for being curious.

A few minutes later, while you wait for him to answer, you stare at the note and can’t help thinking of the letters tucked neatly away in your sock drawer. How the looping of the handwriting, messy and unique, almost looks familiar. 

They’re different, sure; Toji and the man in the letters. Where one is tangible, warm, and breathing, the other is just ink on paper. It’s the subtle similarities—the tattoos, that they speak plainly, only ever saying what they mean or nothing at all—that have the proverbial gears in your head turning the more you think about it. 

And then the thought crumbles when his voice (deep, graveled) comes through on the other end: “Didn’t think you’d call.” 

He says it like he had zero doubts that you would.

~~~~~

It’s been six days, and you finally cracked.

You google his name and find next to nothing. No social media accounts or a business website for someone who’s apparently rich enough to fund social events with a free bar—not that a first name gives you much to work with.

There’s little you can do other than wait for him to lay down his deck of cards.

It sits at the back of your mind that you don’t really know who he is, until it’s brushed away, like a willow in the wind, whenever he rests his hand on your knee while you sink into the soft leather seats of his car; his mouth at your ear in crowded clubs to tell you how he’s going to take you out of your dress, his cock pressing so generously (insistently) against that spot that makes your head feel fuzzy and stuffed full of cotton. 

And, if you’re being honest, it’s—pleasant. Having someone fill the lull in your life, to stretch the void thin with soft-spoken words underneath the security of a warm blanket or dates in rooftop restaurants that your greasy takeout dinners in paper cartons hardly hold a candle to. It’s a strange thing to be doted on.

You’re still trying to put the puzzle pieces into place between nights of city life on velvet lounges and the dewy mornings when he wakes you with his mouth, winding a dizzying path across the inside of your thighs until two thick fingers are pushed up to the knuckle in your cunt. 

You find it hard to put two thoughts together in those moments, mind blissfully blank, too drunk on lust and rough affection to remember what you were so insistent on figuring out.

Then, it all shifts: but it comes out looking wrong, the pieces not fitting as snugly as they should, edges crooked and distinct, like a product that doesn’t match the picture on the box. That’s what you think the first time Toji says something mildly concerning. 

It’s after he picks you up from work. Something he insists on doing from now on—I don’t like you taking the bus, too many creeps—and you didn’t really want to turn down a ride free of cramped seats and expensive bus fare.

You’re digging through your purse—a trendy handbag that appeared in a pretty wrapped box on your doorstep one morning—to find your chapstick when he asks, “What did he have to say?” 

“Who?”

“That guy you were walking with.”

Something about the rough edge in his voice, sharp and pointed like a blade that can easily tilt either way, makes you look up.

“Oh, um, he...” 

You’re abruptly hesitant, feeling wary about telling him, and you’re not quite sure why. It’s not as if Ren from IT meant anything by it when he ducked his head to say—Rich men are dicks; be careful—once he saw the shiny, sleek car parked in the back of the parking garage.

You debate lying to abate his curiosity, but Toji’s hand is a heavy weight on your thigh, and you tiptoe around the errant thought of being prey caught in a trap. 

“He just gave me some advice.”

“What kind of advice?”

“That a rich man can easily break my heart.”

Toji smiles crookedly at that, teeth glinting in the street lights. “Break your heart?” he echoes. “Don’t worry, your pretty, little head. I only hurt people who deserve it.”

His fingers dig into your thigh, and he looks over at you when he stops at a red light. The corners of his eyes tighten ever so slightly, just enough for you to be unsure if it actually happened.

“So don’t fuck up,” he tells you, grip going gentle again as he brushes his knuckles against your knee. “And I’ll do everything to keep you happy.”

Your mouth goes dry, throat constricting under the sudden flicker of fear from his thinly veiled threat, and you shake your head.

“Good girl.”

There’s a moment of illumination after that, like a smudge that’s been cleaned from a looking glass, letting you properly see through the blurriness.

And the more you look, the more you start to notice things that might have been a muted afterthought before but are now strikingly clear: how he always somehow knows where you are without asking—it’s intuition, baby. Someone needs to keep you out of trouble—that hollowness behind his eyes whenever he sees other men staring at you for a beat too long, unblinking and somewhat predatory.

Sometimes he’s a little mean when he fucks you afterward. Hand on your throat that makes you see white. His teeth flash sharp, nipping at whatever vulnerable piece of flesh he can get his mouth on, humming like a satisfied cat afterward when he kisses the marks he left behind. 

Tonight, his fingers dig into your cheeks until your lips form a pout, his face unreadable as he stares at you, eyes dark enough to swallow you whole. It makes your heart rattle against your ribs at how trapped you feel with him pressing you into the mattress, broad shoulders blotting out the world around you, and his cock rooted deep, leaving zero room for escape.

And when you make a soft nervous noise at the back of your throat, he smiles, cruel.

“What’s the matter, baby?”

‘Be nice’ is what you want to say, but it comes out a mumbled, unintelligible slur of consonants when his thumb brushes your mouth and slides between your lips. 

Toji mistakes it for something else, or you think he chooses to ignore what you’re trying to say altogether and fists a hand in your hair to wrench your head back so you’re forced to look at him. Angry for reasons you don’t understand.

“Maybe if I put a load in your belly, then everyone else wouldn’t be tempted to take what’s mine,” he snarls, lips dragging down your throat, teeth scraping where your pulse thrums. “I’ll give you a little baby. Keep you in my fucking house where you belong.”

You cum almost accidentally, body betraying you—strangled little noises as your body convulses, thighs tight around his hips, fingers clenching into the pillow where he has them trapped in one large fist—the words land like pebbles dropping into a smooth pond, rippling across your consciousness until you’re consumed by them. Then left a shaky, quivering mess in the aftermath.

To belong, it’s all you’ve ever wanted. Afterward, when Toji pulls you into his chest, arm a steel band around your waist, you wonder if he knows that too. 

~~~~~

On one of the monthly breakfasts with your father—one that he actually made it to without the burden of work or the demands of a new marriage—you push around a grape with your fork before telling him you’ve met someone.

Father shakes out his newspaper and turns the page. “Is he nice?”

A part of you knows it’s merely an automatic response (to show that a father cares about who his child involves herself with), but it feels like a loaded question.

There’s a brief moment where you have to think about it. How you haven’t had a meal alone in two months, and your closet is full of more gifts than you know what to do with. That you have someone who looks at you with a contrived sense of cherishment and a worrying amount of possession that scares you as much as it overwhelms you with how it fills that place inside you that always felt cut off from the world.

It’s so very broken, but has anyone ever been so devoted to you? 

You stare at your father and try to remember the last time he asked how your day’s been. If you’re taking care of yourself, or if you’ve made any friends in your new job. In the eyes of your father, who values wealth and success above all else, then yeah, you suppose Toji’s nice.

Even if a small part of you is slowly realizing that he’s not.

“He has a nice car.” It’s a non-answer because you don’t even know why you brought the topic up in the first place.

Maybe you were hoping your father would perk up with a shred of interest. Instead, he makes a noncommittal noise at the back of his throat—that’s good, sweetheart—and continues reading the morning paper.

~~~~~

“I just find it strange that you don’t talk to anyone,” Mai says at lunch, picking around the food in her take-out container. It’s hardly an accusation—more like an observation that she’s just now pointing out.

You suppose it is…strange. If you are on the outside looking in, to see a girl who eats lunch by herself at her desk and doesn’t so much as talk to anyone outside of happy hour on Fridays. And that’s if you get off on time. 

It’s never bothered you until that moment while staring at your sad-looking sandwich and apple slices, and with Mai eating at her desk for the first time in months, you’re feeling this niggling sense of pressure to somehow stand out, prove her wrong—

“Why don’t you go out with us?”

You blink. “Wh-what?”

“We’re going bar hopping this weekend. You should come.”

“Are you sure?”

Mai rolls her eyes. “How many times have I told you not to make this weird? We’re friends.”

Were you? That’s news to you.

~~~~~

You wear a little black dress and heels and take an Uber downtown. Mai introduces you to her friends and grabs your hand to flirt with a few guys at the bar. One of them even gives you his number—Gabe, Gage, Gavin? You can’t remember his name, just that he is nice enough to buy you something from the top shelf even after you tell him you have a boyfriend. 

And the entire time, you feel a prickling sensation at the back of your neck, like when you subconsciously know someone’s staring at you, but whenever you look over your shoulder, there’s nobody there.

That same feeling follows you the next morning: while you get ready, as you stop for coffee and walk through security into your office building.

You’re only brought out of your head when your boss calls you into his office. When you enter the room, a woman in a starch-pressed suit with a governmental badge pinned on her jacket greets you with a tilt of her mouth that almost resembles a smile.

“Good morning,” she says, then gestures to the empty seat across from her. “Please sit.” 

You slowly sink into the chair and nervously look between her and your boss. “Am I in trouble?”

Instead of answering, she pulls a glossy photo from a manilla folder and slides it across the table. It’s the guy from the bar—Gavin.

“Do you know this man? His name is Gavin Miller. One of his neighbors found him in his apartment lobby last night.” 

“Um, no,” you shake your head. “I mean, not really. We only had a few drinks together.”

Then she slides another photo across the table.

“How about him? His name is Toji Fushiguro.”

Your hand shakes as you take in the mugshot, feeling faint suddenly. T. Fushiguro, the man from the letters, the very one who hasn’t responded to your messages last night.

All at once, that final puzzle piece rights itself, and it settles all at once like shifting sands.

You feel like she’s talking too fast when she tells you that he was released from prison several months ago, that he was caught on security camera hanging around Gavin’s apartment, that he’s from an old money family notorious for crime and shady dealings. 

It’s all wrong. 

Doesn’t everyone know him? Didn’t they tell you how nice he is? If they do, then why did they—

“No,” you swallow the bile rushing up your throat—at lying and the guilt, for being so blindsided by what you were too stupid to see. “I’ve never seen him before.”

On numb legs, you walk home after your boss lets you off a few hours early, tightly gripping your purse strap, a little shaken from your day. 

From the corner of your eye, you see a shadow slip out from one of the alleyways, and when your eyes pull up, you find him standing there. His eyes are dark under the soft yellow light of the street lamp, a grin spreading across his face that is almost more like a baring of teeth. It makes him look feral. Wild. Inhuman.

Your lip trembles, but you straighten your shoulders. “You lied to me.”

“I’ve never lied to you about who I am. All you had to do was ask, and I would’ve told you.”

“You killed someone,” you mumble. “Why’d you do it?”

He answers like it’s the simplest question in the world, with the slightest hint of amusement behind his words that you could be so dense as to not know. Like isn’t guilty of murder. “I did it because of you. For you. Don’t you like that? That I’d kill someone for you.”

You shake your head, fear coiling around your stomach like a poised snake. “It’s sick,” you say, backing away.

His stare penetrates, watching your every move, then he takes a slow step toward you. “Let’s play a game.”

Toji barely gets the words out before you take off down the sidewalk.

“One…Two…”

His voice trails off the further you run away. You wind between the buildings, taking alleyways and dodging tipped bins. It takes two shaky attempts to punch in the code for your apartment building, and your anxiety reduces to a low simmer when you realize there’s no way he can get inside.

Your hand wraps around your door handle— 

—And a larger one wraps around yours.

“Caught you, baby,” he says, calm compared to the way you can’t seem to catch a proper breath. “Like destiny—right? No matter how far you run, I was always meant to find you. I'm gonna stick around for a very long time. Just you and me."

~~~~~~

Dear Fushiguro,

I wonder what it’d be like if we ever found each other. How do you think it’d happen? 

It’d probably be somewhere unconventional, like destiny. 

Love,

Ima R.

˖ ࣪ ꒷ THEM GOOD INTENTIONS GET LOST ꒦

ᕱ featuring — sae itoshi. [blue lock]

౨ৎ synopsis : your shitty bf makes you cry during an argument, but sae wants to make you cry in a different way. wc: 1.8k ꒰ cw + tw: nsfw (18+). fem reader. angsty elements. mentions of arguments. cheating, reader has a bf. fingering. thigh riding. praise. unprotected sex. multiple orgasms. petnames. ꒱

you'd called him near the dead of night, he immediately answered hearing the ringtone specifically set for you, anyone else he would've probably ignored. you're bawling, speaking through sobs as you explain to him you'd gotten in to an argument with your boyfriend.

his heart aches, hanging unbearably heavy in his chest. almost guilty even though he's not the one who made you cry. which is still a bittersweet reality. if he was your man, he would've never made you cry in the first place.

his shirt is soaked with your tears from where your face is buried into his shoulder, but he doesn't mind. sae rubs soothing circles into your back, whispering sweet nothings to get you to calm down. a side of him so soft, something nobody besides you will ever see. he holds you so tightly. like he could lose you any second. but he feels like he's already lost, to that shitty excuse of a boyfriend. sure he's the one you come running to but eventually you'll leave. leave sae for that asshole, the thought makes his teeth grit. he fucking hates your boyfriend. he can't even pretend, he spends long nights praying there's a universe where he ceases to exist. your boyfriend isn't entirely stupid, he notices the tension but sae's your bestfriend after all so he chooses not to question the daggers sae is constantly shooting at him.

sae had only meant to comfort you, he really did. not wanting to cross any lines as you did have someone waiting for you at home. but those morals, the promises he made to himself erase entirely from his mind when he has you perched up on his lap, drinking in your surprised gasp as he crashes his lips into yours. you're both wound up in the fury of emotions, in too deep to care about anything else.

your clothes had been sinfully stripped from your body, leaving you fully exposed to the man in front of you. your bare cunt is sat on his muscular thigh, mindlessly grinding against it. he's awe struck, he can feel his chest bubbling with desire. "you're so beautiful, y/n." he says almost breathlessly like your presence alone had knocked the air right out of his lungs. the wet patch forming on his pant leg doesn't bother him, all he can really think about is how pretty you look, face contorted with pleasure because of him, not that boyfriend of yours.

"if only he could realize what he was missing. making you cry like that, i'd treat you so much better." he grumbles that last part, his true feelings slipping out before he can catch them. but you don't dwell on it, mind too fuzzy at the feeling of your clit knocking against the fabric of his pants. it feels amazing, but it's not enough. his ears perk up hearing you huff in frustration, "what's wrong, y/n? talk to me." his hand cups the side of your face, making you peer into the depths of his emerald eyes.

"need your fingers, sae. want them inside me, please.." you whimper, leaning into his touch and he swears his heart skipped a beat. he presses his lips against yours, kissing you like you're lovers.

sae was so quick to give you what you want, he's been dreaming of this moment and he'd be a fool to waste it. a man who could have anything he wanted until it came to you. but now he does have you, positioned so your back is pressed into his chest with your legs spread over his, fingers buried inside your cunt. "f-feels so good, sae." fuck how pretty you sounded moaning his name. his mouth attaches to your neck, sucking and kissing the flesh in hopes of getting to hear more of those noises from you. well, maybe to also get that prideful feeling of sending you home to your boyfriend with hickeys covering your body.

with his slender fingers working in and out of you so skillfully, your high rounds the corner rather quickly, "yes! yes! fuck, m close." he lets out a hum from where he's nestled into your shoulder, he snakes his palm over to rub your clit, giving you that final push until you were coming undone.

he hadn't crossed your mind once until now, you feel slight guilt crawling up your throat when sae's hovering over you, asking if this was okay and if you wanted to go any further. and of course you wanted to, but a part of you still wept for your boyfriend. all it took was that flash of unsureness in your eyes and he knew that you were thinking about him. his hands dug into the couch cushioning in a fury, trying to keep his composure. to be jealous of another man, no of someone in general was unheard of from the sae itoshi.

it feels like everything's moving slower, it doesn't show in his face for even a second but he's nervous while anticipating what you'll say next. could he have ruined your friendship? did you not feel the same? he's about to speak, about to apologize but you cup his face with both of your hands and give him a chaste kiss, so pure despite your naked bodies being tangled with one another. "you can keep going. i want it, please." you mutter shyly, flashing him a sweet smile, one that he lets out a relieved breath at, not realizing he'd been holding it in.

"i can't stand it," he starts, giving his throbbing cock a few strokes before he's lining himself up with you. "seeing you with him. i hate it, y/n. i want you to be mine. my girl, not his."

a long moan is ripped from your throat as you he pushes himself inside you, stretching you out on his girth. he grunts, swallowing back his own needy groans at the tight squeeze of your walls, the feeling exceeds anything he could've imagined. "sae.." you whine, nails digging into his strong arms that trap you beneath him. your hearts pounding at sae's confession, has he always felt like this? the way he looks at you with such desire, a look you've never seen him with. how haven't you noticed?

but you're sure you want this now. your 'boyfriend' is a non factor to you, any uncertainty was quickly washed away, getting lost in sae's presence. your mind, your heart, everything was swarming with the midfielder.

your legs are locked around his waist, digging your heels into his back to feel him closer, roaming his body with your needy hands. you can't help it, his body is so well defined from the time he spends playing football. a shiver runs up his spine and his hips stutter when your nails rake along his abs. he's more of a mess than he'd like to admit, hair clinging to his face that's sticky with sweat, eyebrows scrunched in pleasure. he looks so pretty like this, you think. your hands still at his biceps, clinging onto him as he draws more saccharine moans out of your throat and sopping wet noises from your drooling pussy. you're soaked, your arousal coats your lower half and soaks the cushions beneath you. "fuck, you're all mine, right?" there's a hint of desperation in his voice that he hopes you miss. sae can't control his emotions anymore, he needs to hear it from you, he needs to hear you want him the way he wants you. it feels like he's slowly losing his mind.

"yes, fuck! all yours, only yours, sae!" you whine in your fucked out haze but all of it is genuine. he dips his head down to press his lips into yours, hand finding its place on the side of your face as your tongues clash against one another in a messy kiss. he fucks you with so much passion, passion that your 'boyfriend' could never rival-

your phone vibrates against the wooden coffee table, snapping the both of you out of your trances. your head whips to the side to see your ex lovers name flash across the screen. sae reaches over to grab it before you can even react. "answer it." your face flashed with horror when he accepted the call, putting it on speaker and holding it to your face.

your ex's voice rings through your ears, he sound like he's been crying (like he isn't the one who wronged you in the first place) immediately trying to piece together excuses for his behavior. "look i'm sorry, baby. just come home, okay? i've been really worried."

"i-" you gasp when sae gives you a particularly sharp thrust, a daring smirk splaying across his face. he picks up the pace, slamming his hips against yours brutally, the slapping noises surely audible from the other side of the phone. "babe? are you okay? what the hell's-" sae's quick to cut him off though, "enjoy her beautiful sounds while you still can, you'll never get to fuck her like this again. she's all mine, got that?" and you knew it was wrong because you hadn't technically told him you were dumping him. but it's obvious now, no?

you didn't feel an ounce of remorse at that point, instead you purposely moaned louder making sure to tell sae, "s too big" "fuck feels so good" knowing that your ex can hear every word of it. the other end of the call was eerily quiet before blaring with spews of curses and claims of "i fucking knew it!", but sae hangs up not wanting to hear him rant about shit he didn't care about any longer.

you squeak in surprise when sae folds you in half, hiking your legs over his broad shoulders. the new position has him reaching impossibly further, unrelenting when pounding into your g-spot over and over. you're beyond delirious, helplessly clawing at anything around you to ground yourself. but he pins your hands together above your hand, enjoying the way you squirm and whine in his grasp.

your legs tremble from where they are dangling around his neck, the coil in your belly tightens as it gets ready to snap. he shushes your broken sobs and cries of how close you were, gliding his thumb over the tears that spilled over your lash line. "i got you, sweetheart. go ahead and cum for me." and you do with a squeal, your vision going white as you cream all over his cock.

ethereal is the only way he could describe how you looked right now. sprawled out, face twisted in bliss and mouth hung open with whimpers of his name. it's enough to have him cumming moments after you, groaning as he coats your walls with his seed.

"wanted to do this for so long, angel." he whispers, holding you in his arms but this time as your lover.

© QU4CKK : reposting, plagiarizing, modifying, and translating is NOT allowed.

✮ cw ; aged-up charas, pegging, top + gn!reader, (strap or cock left unspecified) dirty-talk, reverse cowgirl -> doggy, implied poly w bachira / verse!isagi 18+

✮ wc ; 894

Isagi didn't think far enough ahead.

He didn't consider the offer in it's entirety - just that you had wanted to do this with him and you never ask him for much. He's not conservative enough to be bothered by a fairly simply request.

And he is more used to other things. More used to topping, and more used to having a hand in the playing field. In relationships he's steady and guiding - he is by definition nurturing. It wasn't meant to be a big deal and Isagi hadn't made it one.

It didn't feel like that in foreplay. The scorching warmth of your mouth on the curve of his jaw didn't. Not your teeth in his jugular, not your hands cupping his spine as you stood against him and held him close. It wasn't a big deal even when you pushed him into the sheets lightly, let him thud softly on the mattress and crawled over him with saint-like patience and war-prisoner like hunger.

You've always wanted him. Isagi lets it get to his head. Sometimes, he forgets that the crux of your relationship is nothing short of unusual. The kind word is passionate.

It didn't strike him as odd even when you laid between his legs and let yourself fuck him open slowly on your fingers. Sure, it was different seeing you like that. So attentive and single-minded, marking the inside of his thigh as his insides softened. It felt good, but you always make him feel good.

Nothing new. Nothing unusual. Nothing to scoff at.

It's only after all of that, with his back to your chest and your legs under his thighs and the grip of your fingers in his hips - does it occur to him that you're really, really going to fuck him.

It leaves him speechless. Somehow it makes him feel small, which is strange because he's gotten stronger since he last check. But the sensations starts to draw in. Tight ring of muscle all loose, welcoming. The invasive tension of something warm and hard as Isagi faces away from you.

He can feel your nails digging into his hips. The thick rasp of your voice as you sit up a little to kiss the plane of his shoulders.

"Slow, baby." You assure, absently tender. Isagi feels stupid. He feels out of body. He feels like his insides are going to melt as he hisses. Being stretched feels funny "Don't hurt yourself."

"I'm okay," but it comes out like a hiss. His teeth digging into his cheek as he feels it ease it's way. He feels you you hold his waist - arm wrapped around lazily "It's fine."

"You're so beautiful, baby." And Isagi doesn't know how to feel about the way you're speaking. It's charismatic "Gonna fuck you so good."

It doesn't feel like anything at first. When you bottom out, all Isagi feels is full. He didn't know it would be so intrusive, so apparent that there was something inside of him. It's a strange sense of contentment that spreads through out his body.

Another kiss, this time to the nape of his neck, both arms around his waist.

"Can I move?"

He nods. Meek and uncertain. He expects you're going to have him sit up and thrust. But instead you stand to your knees and make him bend on all fours. Your hand presses on the small of his back, making him arch before you set a pace. It doesn't feel like something until it does. Your hips undulate slow and and steady - not hard and fast like he's expecting.

You push his cheek against the mattress with your palm before fisting around his cock. Then it starts, all at once. Even though the movement borders on lethargic - it's so pointed. Razor sharp precision on a spot that makes him feel weird.

You're really fucking him. You'rw deep, deep inside of him and so confident about making him cum that it radiates off you. It feels like somethings scraping out his inside.

It's too late for him to be embarrassed, so instead he drools - heady and so fucking horny he could die and wonders cluelessly how Bachira endures this so regularly. He can get his breaths to be whole - just short huffs, erratic panting and a deadly feeling lust coiled around his ribs. It feels amazing, and your presence in it only makes him feel so much better.

It feels so good it's nearly nauseating. It makes his stomach sore, achy and desperate. He's clenched up hard and you're hugging yourself so close to him. Your breaths in his ear, soft and sensual.

"Feeling good, Yoichi?"

"Uhngh, y—yes, yes."

"You wanna cum?"

He nods stupidly. He can't close his mouth or lift his head, useless to the sensation of being fucked so deep he can feel it in his throat. His tongue feels too big for his mouth.

"Then cum," You offer, stroking him with your hand a little harder "Cum on my fucking cock."

It pushes him right over the edge. And Isagi cums but he can't stop cumming. It goes on for so long he goes completely limp. If you weren't there to catch him, he might've collapse right onto the bed. White hot euphoria in persistent tremors.

You're still inside by the time he catches his breath, hand rubbing his stomach and kissing his skin.

"That was incredible." He mumbles, awestruck. You laugh.

"Wanna see if you can do it again?"

|˚ ༘✶ ꮲꭼꮐꮐꮖɴꮐ!! || ꮁ̵ꭲ. Ᏼꮮꮮꮶ ꮇꭼɴ!! ⋆｡˚ ⁀➷

ft. Sae Itoshi, Ikki Niko, Shuto Sendou, Hyoma Chigiri & Meguru Bachira

content : all characters are aged up!!, established relationships, pegging, sub + bottom!character & dom + top!reader, warnings listed under the characters.

→ sloppy scenarios

˚ ༘✶ ⋆｡˚ ⁀➷ mdni!!

#SAE ITOSHI

brat taming + degradation + humiliation + hair pulling + spit kink + spanking + doggy style

The way the high praised and most treasured midfielder, Sae Itoshi, turns out to be just a whiny and drooling mess beneath his girlfriend is something no one ever would believe.

With his ass up and face down, Sae takes your strap so easily. Wet tears mixed with drool stain his face as you rut the silicon toy deep inside him. „mhm..no more! ‘hurts when yer so rough with me. Stop it if you can’t to it right.“ the itoshi would state. Your grasp, that’s tight around his hips only hardening to collide both of your hips even more rough to make your boyfriend scream. „told you what slutty boys get when they’re being bratty. Now shut up and take it, you asked for it, boyslut.“, and Sae could only groan out loudly from those words.

Even when you fuck him like the white he actually is, the midfielder spits snarky remarks at you. „do it better.. no! Fuck you, I don’t let you bos-“, His dick twitches even harder as you deliver a harsh spank to his ass cheek that makes him jolt forward. The red haired soaks the pillow with his drool while he gets fucked by you—slurring out words like „oh fuck- fuck don’t stop. need it so much harder. Fuck me dumb on your cock.“ left his mouth after he just babbled about it being a bad fuck. His back arches hard under you hand, hard enough to build the perfect curve to hold onto as you fucked in even deeper to ruin him fully beneath you. Calling him names and slapping him around like a doll.

A hard tug on his hair signaled him to look in your direction. Pushing the strap in until you fully bottomed out, you grab his jaw and hook your thumb in his face. Forcing him to open up, Sae waits for you to spit on his tongue and keep it out until you say it’s okay to swallow. The kick of humiliation gives your boyfriend just the right feeling of pleasure.

#IKKI NIKO

first time + gentle sex + mention of prep + kissing + implied after care + greedy Niko + missionary

Soft little pants of „ahh“ and „mhmm“ left Ikki Niko‘s mouth as you very slowly and softly bottomed out inside him. It’s the first time a toy this big has entered him, of course you had to be very gentle with the way you prepared and fucked him to get him used to this new sensation.

Very soon your boyfriend pulls you down into the kiss as you rock your hips back and forth in a careful motion. His back was pressed against the soft sheets of your bed and his fluffy hair bounced with each thrust of yours. It’s not until Niko started mewling „feels good,,, but‘s not enough.“ the colorful toy now entering deeper inside him that pulled a gasp out of Ikki when he felt the tip of it brushing his prostate for the very first time. Once soft little pants and whines now turn into needy whimpers and moans that only got louder the more you two got into it.

The striker arches his back off the bed—almost if he wants to take the strap even deeper inside his greedy body all at once. In addition to that, he wraps his legs around your waist to pull you closer. Ikki was quick to pull you in for a chaste kiss to your lips, looking you deep in the eyes to see your own desire to pull an orgasm out of him. The gentle sex makes him open and up a little more to you, more daring with his words and gestures. Especially when you praise him, telling him he’s a good boy and takes you so well. It makes a little rose tone spreading over his cheeks and eats before he lets a high pitched moan out.

Niko‘s body that tossed from side to side along with shaking thighs, show you he’s close to cumming. Gibberish sentences and grinds against the faux cock tell you to fasten up the pace. As soon as you hit his prostate again, Niko spilled all over his tummy and thighs in a matter of seconds. Sticky cum now clinging to his skin as he tightened around the toy you slowly pull out of him.

#SHUTO SENDOU

implied pillow princess + brat taming + handjob + dumbification + drooling + nipple play + reversed cowboy

Lewd sounds of skin slapping and gooey lube squelching fill the room along with Sendou‘s very vocal moans as you fuck him. Usually the u20 ace is a pillow princess, never lifting a single every time you fuck him.

But this time, your salmon haired boyfriend has to work for his pleasure. The muscular back of his leaning against your chest as he takes the silicon dick fully inside him. His favorite toy stretching him out just the way he loves it. Sitting on his haunches, the male bounces up and down on your lap. Heavy breaths and loud whimpers as shuto rides you like he didn’t have a strap inside him in like forever. The athlete proceeds to lean his whole body weight on his arms that support all of his weight on your leg, giving you a little show when he presents you his ass do willingly.

It’s probably just to get his point across, the man wants to tease, getting his point as a pillow prince across. Much to his dismay, the plan backfired. It only lead to you pulling him back against your chest as he grinds on the toy as you fist his cock in your hand. This only confused Sendou, the pleasure was something he loves, but he can’t decide where to fuck against. Should he fuck your fist or should he wiggle his ass against your strap to get off ? At some point the stimulation was too much for him to handle, hot ropes of cum release from his throbbing cock as he paints his own and your thighs in a sticky white substance.

Loud moans still escape your boyfriend‘s fucked out face. Mouth hanging wide open, drool dripping from his tongue and his eyes occasionally rolling in the back of his head as you fuck Sendou on your strap all over again. He’s greedy, so he has to learn that he’s not always getting what he wants from you.

#HYOMA CHIGIRI

pervert + feminization + usage of „boycunt“ + rough sex + spanking + humiliation + dacryphilia + overstimulation + chest groping + sex over the desk

Pap pap pap pap could‘ve been heard by anyone who was inside your and Hyoma Chigiri‘s shared home if you two wouldn’t be alone right now. The cute stockings and panties connected to them down around his knees.

Your boyfriend got himself into this position after all; bend over the table as you thrust inside him like he asked you to—fucking him like the pretty girl he wanted to be so bad for stealing your clothes and make up. The skirt is flipped up to his lower back and his ass cheeks that once were wrapped in panties now decorated with a red hand print. The beautiful magenta haired whining and crying out in pleasure every time you make his hips clash against the edge of the table from the impact of your heavy thrusts. Chigiri still wore the bra he stole from you—a pretty triangle one without cups that fit his chest properly after adjusting it a little. With all his might, he keeps it in place, clearly remembering yours words of „hold your tiny bra in place. Or else I’ll fully ruin your boycunt until you can’t cum no more.“

Of course he took that threat seriously, nothing hurts more than having his ass fucked and dick milked for the nth time a night. The mascara smudging his cheeks he tinted with blush from all the crying of getting ruined on your strap for taking what isn’t his. So you continue rutting into him from behind, grabbing his chest in two palms and giving it several firm squeezes while telling Hyoma what a pretty girl he is being. So fuckable and cute at the same time, a truly pretty doll for you.

Chigiri‘s dick was trapped between the wooden surface and his own abdomen, and by the way it twitches, your boyfriend can tell he’s close to cumming from the constant abuse you give to his prostate so often. Soon spilling the messy load all over the furniture, begging to get fucked in like a pretty girl all over again.

#MEGURU BACHIRA

Slut + shibari + nipple play + sex addict + dirty talk + bondage + overstimulation + deep penetration + cowboy + prone bone

It got annoying to you how the young man still wiggled around in your hold as you fuck him. Even after multiple rounds, Meguru still wanted more and seemed to be untamable.

Not even tying him down and wrapping the rope all over his sensitive places seem to tire his energetic body out. He was shameless. Your boyfriend‘s nipples that rubbed against the rope from his body rocking against your body didn’t helped either. Watery lube trickled down his ass to collect between his thighs as you press his hips down against the bed, leaning your full weight on top of his back to reach even deeper inside Bachira to satisfy his needs to cum until he can’t no more.

The bi hair colored male pulls and squirms against the sheets you fuck him—ropes digging into his skin and torturing his perky nipples to stimulate himself even more. Meanwhile slutty remarks of his like „fuck me harder, need it“ or „ruin my ass“ are spat out by Meguru. Tip of his throbbing dick grinding against the pre cum stained blanket you two share as you rut the strap deep inside of his hole to hit his prostate nicely. If it would be him, Bachira would want you to fuck this toy up into his belly; using all your strength and will to break his well build body under your command and corrupting it to your liking.

It seems like it’s never enough for your slut alike boyfriend—not when he wiggles his ass back against your strap as you kneel and Meguru grinds against the toy for more pleasure. His mouth drools loads of spit and the bed is already soaked in his creamy cum. But ever after 3 rounds, bachira doesn’t seem to be tired at all. Just let him ride you, and if he gets tired, make sure to give him a hard fuck to put him properly to sleep.

mdni, every character is 18+

© ringasm 2023, please do not translate, modify or republish my works

ok so this has just been a thought in my head that i wanted to share but like just imagine your boyfriend nagi has been playing games ever since you came to meet him so you wanted to distract by sucking him off while he’s playing 🤭🤭

ᥲ/ᥒ ꜝꜝ ✎ AAAAA YES NONNIE TY FOR THE REQUEST AND HAVE A NICE DAYYY!!! &lt;3 Hope you didn't have to wait that long ^^

SUCKER FOR ATTENTION!

FEATURING; proplayer! Nagi x gn!Reader

TAGS; NSFW CONTENT! MDNI!! oral(male recieving). cum eating.

WORDCOUNT; 0.5k ish (drabble)

ALL CHARACTERS ARE 18+[pro!player nagi]!

"Seiii'." Your dramatic whine gets drowned out by the sound of tapping and obnoxious gaming sounds as your boyfriend payed no mind to you, only humming to earn an answer.

Your pout got deeper as the white haired male was still busy with his phone, laying on his back as he held his phone up over his head, light of the device illuminating his face.

Ever since you came over to his place, he was still in the same position since then, not giving a single care in the world to his surroundings.

He was so selfish and mean. You especially came to see him in hopes of sparkling up your boring day, maybe even get some intimate time with him. But he doesn't even acknowledge you! Can't he see that you're just so needy for him?

"Sei' you're being really mean." Your pouty voice caused the man to sigh, giving you a spare glance. "How come?" You groaned dramatically at his dense brain, crawling your way to him until you hovered directly over his face, earning a frown as you blocked his vision.

"Y/N c'mon, move. I'm so close to the next stage." You complied with a sulk, sinking your head down onto his chest as an idea popped into your mind. If he didn't want to give you attention, then you must take it from him yourself.

You bit back a grin as you moved lower until you came face to face with his pants, hand sneakily rubbing his length with friction. you didn't receive a complaint but a small sigh instead, so you took it as a sign to continue.

Your hand sneaked it's way under his waistband, looking up at him to get any kind of reaction out of him as you teasingly stroked his semi-hard errection, smiling to yourself as you saw his dick twitch to life in your palm.

"Stop teasing." His voice made your eyes snap back at him, light chuckle errupting out of your lungs as you saw his slightly irritaded expression. "Oh so now I got your attention? Shut up and play your stupid game, Sei'."

He did as told with one small annoyed huff, causing you to send him a warning glare before you kitten licked his angry tip, dick twitching at the action. A smile played itself on your lips, lips soon embracing his dick into your hot mouth as you heared the man above you mutter out curses under his breath.

This only egged you on, taking more of his length in until your nose slightly brushed his public bone, unnocupied hand fondling his balls. You drew more and more sinful sounds out of him as the bopping of your head increased.

A low 'oh fuck' left his mouth as he felt the tight tunnel of your throat wrap ridiculously tight around his throbbing tip. With a couple more of your movements his hand grasped your head, nails slightly digging into it as he held your mouth down, game long forgotten.

His hot semen filled your throat, forcing your to swallow it. As he let go of your hair and you licked some of the remains from his now sensitive length, wiping your lips clean with a basic swirl of your tongue.

You starred up at his disheveled form, lightly cuckling as you captured yout lower lip between your teeth.

"Took you long enough, Sei'."

ᵃˡˡ ᶜᵒⁿᵗᵉⁿᵗ ᵇᵉˡᵒⁿᵍˢ ᵗᵒ k-azus.°