a/n: this is so so, so heavily unedited but i wanted to get the next chapter out for you guys…. even if it’s just a bit of fluffy filler. but whatever right! but yes, i think there will be a bit of a delay on the next chapter too just cuz of how life is lol but i hope you guys enjoy this!!
Three days had passed since your fateful meeting with Rintaro, and in those three days you hadn’t seen him once. You had only worked once as well, and it was a morning shift, wondering if that was why you never saw him. When you saw him last, you cursed yourself as you locked your apartment door, realizing you’d never given him your phone number, decreasing the odds that you’d ever see him again.
Yet, when you arrived for your first night shift in three days, Alex was there waiting for you, ready with interesting news.
“I think you have a stalker,” they said, with a bit of a dry laugh, trying not to freak you out. Raising your head to look at your coworker, you let them continue. “Some guy keeps coming in asking for you, I was kinda nervous it was Osamu related so I tried not to give that many details.”
“What did he look like?” You inquired, heart starting to skip a beat. If it wasn’t Rintaro, then you were in a lot of trouble.
Alex tapped their chin, recalling the details: “tall, taller than your ex. Light brown hair, it was styled a little oddly, very flowy you could say.” That must’ve been him. It was reassuring to know that he did want to see you again. Alex continued, “he had these piercing eyes y’know I don’t know how to describe them. He’s been coming every night and for what? Like the last three days, and every time I look at those eyes I get chills.”
You were practically too stunned to speak as Alex raised their eyebrow. “Should I, like, file a police report or something? Do you know this guy?”
“Yeah, I do.” You felt yourself getting stomach butterflies. “Well, not well at least– I only briefly met him but he’s a really good guy.”
“If you say so,” Alex chuckled lightly, “but maybe give him your phone number next time you see him, y’know so the two of you communicate normally.” It was almost as if they could read your mind, knowing that you were regretting not having done so earlier.
About half an hour passed and still no customers came in. Sometimes, on weekdays it was like this: a ghost town. Tapping your fingers against the counter top, you thought you were going to die of boredom with Alex reciprocating your feelings.
Listening to them groan about waiting to just close up early, you were about to agree when the bell chimed and someone walked in.
Following his similar patterns from the night before, your friend Rintaro standing there wearing a black overcoat, and an attire you could only sum up to Wall Street-esc while his hair was still as wild as the first night you met him.
The moment he looked up at you, you met his eyes and even though Alex had made it clear there was something off with his eyes, you couldn’t understand what they were talking about. His gaze was kind, and his lips slowly but surely tugged into a smile upon seeing you.
“Looks like Mr. Stalker is here,” Alex teasingly whispered into your ear. You nudged them playfully, leaning against the counter, widening your grin.
“Hey,” you breathed out.
“Hello.” Rintaro cleared his throat, “I’m glad to see you’re in today, I was looking for you since the last time we met.”
“Me too, I didn’t know when I’d see you again honestly,” you laughed, regretting the way you phrased it, not wanting to sound rude. “But I mean it’s okay, you’re here now.”
“I apologize, I didn’t mean to make you stressed.” But you quickly interrupted him, reminding him that it was alright.
“Can I get you anything? Maybe coffee or tea?” But Rintaro shook his head, insisting that he didn’t drink anything of the sort.
“I’ll have something sweet, though, whatever you recommend,” he said haphazardly looking at the display case of desserts. You nodded, mentioning you had just the thing.
Watching as Rintaro found a seat, running one pale hand over the other. He mindlessly stared out the window, waiting for you to bring him something. He hoped that you wouldn’t notice how nervous he felt.
The sound of a plate sliding against the table echoed through the empty cafe, catching the man’s attention as he looked at your beaming face. In front of him was a small slice of apple pie, the cinnamon smell filling the air between you.
“On the house,” you said smiling, eyes slowly trailing over to the empty chair in front of him.
“You can sit if you want,” Rintaro offered and you felt embarrassed that he caught you red handed. You explained that your shift was almost over, looking back to see Alex’s sign of approval as you made yourself comfortable.
“I was thinking about how stupid I was not asking you for your number,” you bring up, not wanting to directly ask for it, still feeling a little shy.
Shaking his head, Rintaro informed you, “it wouldn’t have been of any use, I don’t have a phone.” Taking a bit of the pie he hummed, not saying anything to follow up his previous statement. “This is really good, it’s been a while since I ate anything…. this sweet, of course.”
“Wait, what do you mean you don’t have a cellphone? Who our age doesn’t?” That question caught Rintaro by surprise, raising an eyebrow as he tried not to act suspicious, taking yet another fork-full of pie into his mouth.
He simply shrugged, trying to change the subject, “is your shift almost over?”
You looked at your watch about to say no, when Alex’s voice interjected. “She’s gonna leave early, I can manage the place on my own.” They winked at you, signaling that you should go with him.
“I’ve heard good things about a bar nearby, would you like to come with me? Maybe we can become better acquainted?”
“Sounds good.”
The bar was dimly lit and filled with a sad crowd, which was mostly middle aged men desperately not wanting to go home to their wives. Because of that there was a gloomy feeling but Rintaro surely made up for it, with a slight smile.
As the two of you ordered, asking all sorts of personal questions and if you knew any better, you would’ve thought it was a date. Sipping on the drink, you followed his inquiries with your own, asking Rintaro about his childhood. Although, his answers were always so cryptic.
“I haven’t really lived in one place long,” he explained.
“So you were a military kid, huh?” But Rintaro shook his head but as you looked at him in confusion he changed the motion into a nod.
“Something like that,” he said, changing his answer.
Drink after drink, you hadn’t realized how much you had until you looked at the clock and three hours had passed. Your legs felt wobbly, like you were about to fall over at any given moment, leaning your head against Rintaro. You were drunk, the first time in a while considering Osamu hated it when you went out to go clubbing with your friends.
“You should probably get home,” Rintaro pointed out as if it wasn’t obvious. He looked down at your pouting lips and droopy eyes, he had to take you home, he knew that but he couldn’t stop looking at you. Every time he blinked he could see your past life, in a similar position, his heart feeling a foreign swelling.
He paid for all your drinks without a second thought, putting his sturdy arm around your waist, letting you lean your weight onto him. He grunted, trying to get you to follow his steps but he realized that trying to get the attention of a drunk person was easier said than done. Yet, he knew your apartment was close enough that he would carry you if he needed to.
“This way,” he eased you gently and before he knew it, the two of you were outside your apartment building. Suna had to coax you to get your keys out and to punch in the apartment code which after a scary amount of failed attempts, you were finally let in.
“Tonight was so much fun,” your words were slurred as you nuzzled into the crook of his neck, smelling the expensive cologne he wore.
“I enjoyed it too, maybe we should do something similar but more formally, like as a date?” The last part of his statement was more of a whisper, scared that you were uncomfortable with getting into a relationship after just getting out of one. He also was praying that by tomorrow morning your memories of the night would be hazy and hard to remember.
“Yes, I want that,” you muttered, rubbing your eyes harshly, “I wanna go to bed,” you groaned. Rintaro nodded, promising that the two of you would be there as soon as the elevator rang, bringing the two of you to your destination.
“I just wanna sleep!” You exclaimed, trying to rip off your shirt. Your friends had always told you that you were a bit of a messy drunk but you never wanted to believe them. Nevertheless, you struggled to strip out of your clothes, not even bothering to acknowledge the fact that Rintaro was still inside your apartment.
Standing in the kitchen, you felt a hand on your back, reminding you that he was there. He suggested going into your bedroom and you hazily nodded, stumbling forward.
“May I help you with that?” Rintaro asked and you were in such a struggle, there was nothing else for you to do other than nod and accept his aid. He removed your shirt, leaving you in just a bra as you covered up.
“Okay now turn around.” You could feel the heat rising to your face, watching as he complied. You took out your pajama shirt, sliding off your bra before putting it on. “Okay you can look now.”
By then, you were wiggling out of your work pants, sitting down on the bed. You shivered as the cold air nipped your skin.
“You should get some rest,” he sat down next to you, seeing how cold you were, “perhaps underneath the bedding?”
“You talk so politely, y’know?” You drunkenly snickered, poking his thigh, “but I like it, I feel like an old timey princess.” Rintaro laughed softly, pulling back the duvet as you rolled yourself underneath the sheets.
“Well you deserve to be treated as such, no?” You only hummed with a content smile as just as Rintaro thought his work was done, he went to stand up, feeling you reach for his arm.
“No, don’t go yet, please stay.”
Rintaro looked at you, not knowing what to say, he saw the way your eyes became glossy and he couldn’t say no. This was his chance to be the shoulder you cried on, to bring you comfort that he couldn’t in your past life. He hadn’t realized he’d been staring until he heard your quiet whimper, taking his cold hand into your own.
“Of course,” he said in a soft tone, his voice hushed. Laying down next to you, he tried to take it slow so as to not shake you too much as his weight made the bed dipped.
“I just don’t wanna be alone tonight, y’know?” The man wanted to tell you that you didn’t have to explain yourself, he wouldn’t mind staying until you fell asleep but before he could interject, you finished your thought. “I’ve just been having nightmares all week,” you frowned, “I just wanted to feel safe.”
Few times in his life did Rintaro get the feeling he did then: you felt safe around him? Yet he didn’t ponder on it long, reeling himself back into the other thing you mentioned.
“Nightmares, what sort of nightmares?” His eyebrows furrowed.
“Mmm, I don’t know, there’s a big fire, and you’re there too.” Rintaro could hardly make out your words as you drifted into sleep. He knew it was memories of a past life, and he cursed himself that only the painful ones returned and plagued your sleep. He silently wished you’d see all the better ones.
He didn’t have a chance to answer, seeing as you had quickly fallen into slumber. He contemplated leaving, he needed to get back to his own place before the sun rose, surely you would come to understand.
As he stood up, he pressed a kiss against your forehead, seeing how innocent you lay there, unknowing of the life you had been born into. “Sweet dreams,” he whispered, but it was more like a prayer. He would give you the world if you wanted, even more, he would fight against the nature of his being and lasso the sun if you asked.
cw: afab! reader, fem! reader, slight dubcon, drunk iwaizumi, love potions, matting press, degradation, slight dom/sub dynamics, womb fucking (so much womb fucking, an unhealthy amount) breeding… a fuck ton of cum, multiple rounds, multiple positions, big dick iwa (duh), 69ing
for@introlovesonce upon a time collab! i’m so sorry it’s late, i just lost track of time (aka i didn’t realize it was already march) and sorry remi for bugging you in your inbox so much
this piece has not be thoroughly edited
the knights had been on their campaign for what felt like years but in reality, only two months had passed. they were faced with everything from wild boars and scaly dragons— each more difficult that the last. all being lead by the knight-prince himself, hajime from the house of iwaizumi.
trekking through the thick forest, even his white horse, who’d accompanied him through long nights and days, was getting tired. it was easy to see that his men, too were exhausted.
“at the first inn, we’ll stop and rest for the night. no camps, a nice bed for all of you.” he promised, raising the morale in the slightest. still, it was more than enough to keep them going for the time being.
it wasn’t long after he made his remark that the knights stumbled across what looked like an inn. moss was growing up its side, old brick, a small garden outside and frosty windows. surely, it could fit all them. if not, the prince would pay a hefty sum to persuade their hospitality.
“i don’t know,” he heard one of his men say, “there’s rumors of a witch in these woods…” that’s all iwaizumi thought of them—rumors. getting off his horse, he approached the front door, slowly knocking.
the wooden door opened soon after that and iwaizumi caught a glimpse of the inn’s owner. you were gorgeous, and he was instantly entranced. he watched as you bowed in front of him, recognizing him as a prince.
“we’d like to stay at your inn, if that’s alright.” he looked back, trying to roughly tally the number of knights he had with him but you only waved him off.
“all of you can rest here, what type of hostess would i be if i didn’t let the handsome prince and his men stay the night?” the prince nodded, gratefully, telling you he’d be sure to pay more than the full price. although, he tried not to let his face flush when you called him handsome.
like that, you showed the knights where to leave their horses, and where they could draw a bath if they liked. you also showed them the rooms available, preparing each of the cots.
“come, dinner!” you called for them after enough time had passed. the rowdy men gathered quickly, sitting down at the table as you presented their meal. as they collectively thanked you, your poured a chalice of wine for iwaizumi, whom you’d seated next to you.
what the prince didn’t know was that the rumors of a witch were true, and the reality of said rumors were much closer than he’d thought. unsuspectingly, he drank from the chalice you offered him, thinking nothing of it when in fact, it had been laced with a spell.
drink after drink, iwaizumi only began more extroverted, his cheeks burning pink at his drunkenness.
the men feasted the whole night as you observed them with cheery eyes. foolish mortal men, you thought to yourself, your hand finding your way to iwaizumi’s back. lightly tracing along his spin, your touch gave him the courage to stand up.
“alright, you’ve all indulge, now to your quarters and get some rest.” he ordered his men, but they snickered at the way he drunkenly slurred his words.
you finally had iwaizumi to yourself, though while they all scurried away and back to the rooms you’d prepared for them. leaning towards him, you were practically right next to his ear as you whispered: “why don’t you go get cozy in your room, your royal highness?”
iwaizumi grunted with a nod, making his way out of the dinning room. that gave you enough time to sneak into your workshop, taking a special love potion and putting a few droplets on your tongue. you amused it would be enough, those drops alone would give iwaizumi the stamina to last a fortnight.
from there, you found iwaizumi’s room, the largest one, second to your own of course. he was there, laying on his bed, his shirt undone, exposing his glistening abs. he perked his head up at your presence.
“i’m glad you’re here,” he said, and though the potion itself that laced his cup was not a direct love potion, it would unearth and heighten any existing romantic or even sexual feelings.
while locking eyes, you let the clothes you were wearing slip to the floor, revealing yourself to him.
“i’ve been thinking about you all night,” he remarked, petting your thigh as you sat down next to him, the bed dipping under your weight.
he started sitting himself up, placing his hand at the back of your neck and wasting no time pulling you in for a kiss. the prince was a sloppy kisser, his lips devouring yours like he was a hungry beast, which you happily allowed. your tongues slipped on top of each other and intertwined, letting the magic droplets seep into his blood stream at the same time.
iwaizumi was quick to position himself on top, staring down at your with lustful, focused eyes.
“to be exact, i’ve been thinking about how you’d look stuffed with my cock.” you smiled at his words, your grin challenging him. iwaizumi continued to kiss down along your neck, biting and sucking until you’d been successfully marked as his.
he spread your legs, exposing your bare cunt, already wet and ready. iwaizumi let out a heavy breath, one that he’d been holding for a while. his carefully broguht his fingers towards your folds, running his finger along your slit, collecting your juices.
while looking in your eyes, he placed them into his mouth, getting his first taste of you. it was enough to get him hard on the spot. he then put his digits into your own mouth, ordering you to suck on them.
you complied, seeing how he shuffled to rid himself of his own pants. fluttering your eyes shut, you circled your tongue, feeling how his fingers managed to reach close to the back of your throat, almost making you gag.
it was then that you felt the head of his dick against your pussy. he was thick, thicker than any man you’d taken before and you could already feel how it’s veins pulsed.
“fuck me until tomorrow morning,” you said, popping his fingers out of your mouth and tilting your head back. iwaizumi had no problem with that, cursing with he pushed his dick into you.
you let out a shameless moan, wrapping your legs around him to keep him close. he stayed sill for just a moment, basking in the feelings of you pulsing around him, your warm cunt sucking you in– it made him want to lift your legs up and fuck you into the mattress.
so he did.
he manhandled your body, moving your legs from around his waist to over his shoulders as the prince bent you in half. iwaizumi’s cock now was nestled even deeper than it had been before, kissing your cervix.
“this is what you wanted, hm? to get the prince all to yourself, to be fucked like a common whore?” if it were any other time, you would’ve laughed, told him you were more than a common whore but now, despite being a powerful witch, you whimpered at his words.
he began to fuck you, at an ungodly rate, making your mouth go slack, drool forming on your lower lip.
“more, more, please,” is all you could manage to say, and barely that. because even though iwaizumi was still wrestling with his sobriety, the love potion seemed to give him the strength to fuck you nice and good.
his hands gripped into your plush thighs, adding and extra sensation to you as the knot in your stomach was about to snap. if you weren’t being stretched apart with iwaizumi’s cock, you would’ve tried to hold out a little longer, but after taking some of the love potion as well, you couldn’t stop yourself.
iwaizumi grunted too, “fuck i’m gonna cum, fill up your womb all night until you’re little pussy can’t take anymore, do you hear me?” you nodded, having already gone dumb, your first orgasm of the night washing over your.
“this pussy’s squeezing me so good,” he groaned, throwing his head back as he pushed passed the opening of your cervix, doing exactly what he promised and filled your womb with his hot, white liquid.
his breathing was heavy, both of you coming down from your high, temporarily stalling your antics. iwaizumi slowly pulled out of you, hearing the wet noises of your shared juices spilling onto the bed sheets.
you panted, laying there for just a second longer as iwaizumi put his weight back on his ankles. cautiously sitting back up, your insides were missing the feeling of his cock; of his veins brushing against your sensitive spots, the way his thrusting made your brain foggy.
bringing yourself back up, you placed your hands on iwaizumi’s shoulders, seeing how small he made you feel, you guided him to lay down, wrapping your hand around his cock.
he was still hard, but now he was even more sensitive so while you stroked it, you were gifted the sight of his chest becoming a deep shade of red as he covered his face with the back of his hand.
“we’re not done,” you mentioned, straddling him and lining up you cum-dripping pussy with his fat dick and angry head. sitting down on his cock was a heavenly experience, eyes rolling to the back of your head while your core tensed.
he was so big, that was the only thing that was on your mind, the only thing you could think about.
“that’s it, ride my cock, just that like, like a slut, fuck.”your hands were on his chest, your own nails digging into his own skin as you humped his dick. once you built a comfortable pace you began to jump, putting scratch marks all over iwaizumi’s chest. surely the prince would blame it on some ferocious monster, which only made you grin.
“that’s right, i’m your slut, aren’t i?” you said in between gasps, hooking your feet under his thighs to give yourself a better stance.
“mhm, and i’m gonna fuck you like the slut you are, you like that?”
“yeah.” iwaizumi had added his thumb to your clit, making small circular motions, driving you crazy.
“i’m gonna cum again-” it was so close to your last orgasm but still you were at your tipping point again.
“then cum.” you heard iwaizumi growl, “cum on my cock.” with his command, your thighs trembled as you screamed out in pleasure. your body kept twitching, flinching into iwaizumi’s body as he chuckled?
“what’s wrong? had enough? wasn’t it you that said you wanted to fuck all night?” you nodded your head, embarrassed. youwere supposed to be the one in control, yet you so easily gave it up for this man. “besides, i haven’t had my way with you yet.”
iwaizumi was strong, undoubtedly so and with a swift motion, you were on your hands and knees, your ass high in the air, your hole ready for fucking once more.
the prince pulled apart your ass cheeks, letting a wob of his spit slip past his lips and towards your pussy, making you shiver at the cold sensation.
gripping his dick, he pushed himself back into you, the sticky sounds ringing once more and it was music to his ears. he held on tightly to your hips so much so that he’d most likely leave some sort of bruising but you didn’t care.
he snapped his hips into you at a steady pace because inevitably speeding up. iwaizumi snaked his hand around your waist, pressing down on your lower stomach, making you feel where his cock was buried.
he didn’t care if his men heard him, all iwaizumi could do was focus in on the way you reacted to his body. the way your pussy gripped his dick, the way you arched your back, or the way those sweet moans left your throat.
reaching forward, iwaizumi grabbed the back of your neck, pressing your face against the mattress. again, his dick was brushing against your cervix, leaving your a blabbering mess.
you whined when he left a harsh slap against your ass, his repetition left you sore and stinging but still wanting more.
iwaizumi rammed his cock into you, your own hand making its way back to you swollen clit. you tried to properly get yourself off but were too distracted by iwaizumi hitting every special spot inside you.
“let’s come together, yeah?” he panted, his voice low and seductive. you let out a small ‘mhm.’ increasing the pace of your fingers.
your poor abused cunt started to spasm for the third time that night, “good girl, good fucking girl–” iwaizumi breathed out, shooting his cum inside you, hitting your cervix once more. in attempts of getting it all out, he gave one last thrust, milking the last of that orgasm’s cum into your womb.
you were in a euphoric state, this was the first time your love potion had worked so well, especially when you could feel that iwaizumi’s cock was still rock hard inside you, ready to keep going.
but instead of continuing to pound you, iwaizumi removed himself, his booming voice echoing through the room.
“turn around.” and that you did, still on your hands and knees but this time met with his thick cock right in your face.
“taste yourself,” he told you and without a second thought, you leaned forward, taking his length into your mouth, swirling your tongue around, collected your mixed juices.
“fuck it,” iwaizumi let out, pulling you off him, leaving you whining at how badly you wanted to suck him off. instead he put his head again his pillow, signalling you with his finger to come over to where you were.
“let me see that pretty pussy.” and whatever he asked of you, you did, wiggling your ass in his face, giving him the perfect opportunity to stick his tongue into your cunt.
you happily sat on his face, grinding down on him as his skilled tongue went to work. he kitten licked your clit, sucking and flicking it with the tip of his tongue.
feeling how he moaned into your pussy, it only made you gasp with pleasure, but who would you be if you didn’t return the favor? leaning forward, you wrapped your lips around his dick once again, letting his cock head hit the back of your throat.
you could feel how he twitched and throbbed in your mouth, getting ready to take all his cum to go down your throat. at the same time, you were getting close again, loosing yourself in bliss while he ate you out.
“cum, cum again, fuck holy fucking his, swallow my cum.” iwaizumi’s voice was starting to become more strained and whiny, and just as he said that, you both came together, swallowing around him just like he asked.
your whole body was shaking as you could taste his cum on your mouth, slowly bringing yourself off of him. iwaizumi was clearly just as fucked out, letting you lay next to him.
he’d fucked you better than any man who’d come through those woods ever had, making you wonder if you should put him under a spell binding him to your inn.
although your thoughts were quickly interrupted as the prince kissed your lips, slowing himself down just a bit as his fingers found your nipples.
“don’t get tired now, okay? i think we can go for a few more rounds.” smirking at him, you nodded.
“whatever you wish, your highness.” that seemed to fuel his lustful fire anymore, leaving him to mount you and begin to suck on your breasts.
the moon was still high in the sky, giving you hours more of fun. and the prince, well he would surely be overstaying his visit.
warnings: bad writing, cheating, angst, both y/n and rin aren’t that good of people in this :(
a/n:in my angsty era again </3 reposting bc my tags weren’t working. anways this was inspired by (you guessed it) another mitski song! a loving feeling by mitski.
what do you do with a loving feeling?
or more importantly, what do you do with a loving feeling that comes from suna rintaro?
nowadays, you tend to ask yourself that question more often — if not everyday. it’s not as if you’re not used to feeling loved, you are, but almost all the time it’s platonic. and you’re starting to think that’s the problem.
because you know you’re never gonna get used to this sight in front of you.
for everyone else around you, the sight may be a pleasant, endearing, and might even put a smile to elderly couples’ faces as they reminisce about their own youthful days. but to you, it just leaves a bitter taste in your mouth.
because in front of you is suna rintaro with the girl he’s in love with. staring into her eyes deeply as she does the same to him, hand in hand and nuzzling their noses. that girl isn’t you. and that’s the problem.
and although it shouldn’t be a problem for you, since you said it was okay for him to pursue her, it is, because here you are at his and her engagement party, with a gift in your hand and a (fake) smile on your face for the ‘newest fiancés in town.’
it’s pitiful, really.
you should be happy for him. after all, he’s with the girl he loves so deeply, even if that girl isn’t you. you promised him that you’d eventually find your own happiness even if that means she wouldn’t be the root of it anymore. (if anything, he’s probably caused you more heart aches than happiness). besides, the relationship between the two of you (as rintaro would say even though you know it wasn’t true) was platonic. but shouldn’t your feelings be taken seriously as well?
honestly. suna rintaro is quite bold, considering the fact that he willingly invited you to his engagement party. you figured he might just be some sort of sadist. but does that make you a masochist for actually attending it?
for starters, you and rintaro have been in a, well — situationship. it started 6 months ago when him and his girlfriend (now fiance) got into a huge fight. it’s not like you were strangers before that, in fact, you both were childhood friends who stuck with each other through thick and thin.
the only problem with that was you were so stupidly in love with him, and you have been ever since you were kids. the second the argument went down, you were the first person he told and one thing led to another.
now of course, you couldn’t blame rintaro for only making the love you had for him ten times stronger once the situationship started, he was in the wrong for initiating the idea, but you were more wrong for going with it knowing that the feelings you had for him would only grow.
and recently, you noticed him acting strange. ignoring your calls, texting back extremely late, and — inviting you to hisengagement party?
you honestly just needed closure. if he wanted what the two of you had to end, then all he had to do was say so. it wasn’t fair that you had to find out he felt that way through an invitation from the mail.
which is why you impulsively walk to the 6′3 man stating, “we need to talk.”
rintaro’s previous smiling face is completely wiped off, visibly paling with each passing second when he sees the complete seriousness in your face.
his fiancé doesn’t notice, too enraptured by a conversation she’s having with one of her friends. you’re so used to receiving such cold treatment from rintaro in public that you don’t even flinch at his reaction. you knew that rintaro only showed his love for you in private.
whatever the case is, rintaro still decides to follow you.
“hey,” he swallows harshly, trying his best to maintain a neutral, “you wanted to talk?”
it gives you whiplash — the suna rintaro you know, the one you fell in love with, the down-to-earth and always calm rintaro is here standing in front of you like he’s a stranger. nothing about his facial expression currently says calm or down-to-earth.
“i just want closure, rintaro. i promise i’m not trying to ruin your relationship or whatever you think i’m plotting right now.”
his brows raise, as if what you’re saying makes no sense whatsoever, “what makes you think that?”
“that look on your face,” you scoff playfully, crossing your arms together “god, you’re looking at me like i’m some crazy ex. it’s just me, remember?”
he stares at you for a few seconds, mouth opening as if he’s about to argue but then closes his mouth with a sigh. at the gesture, you let out a laugh and suna could only do the same.
“so i’m guessing this is over?”
“i’m really sorry,” he says sheepishly, rubbing his hand on the back of his neck.
“don’t be,” grinning, (or rather, forcing one,) you hand him the gift bag you brought before taking a deep breath, “don’t cheat on her anymore, rintaro.”
he takes the bag, nodding his head once again before smiling, “i won’t.”
for months you’ve always wondered what you should’ve done with the loving feelings suna rintaro has given you. but in all honesty, you’re only starting to think that you should’ve thrown that loving feeling away from the start.
“please, come with me” she said, her hand extended to you while she carried a towel in her other arm.
“i don’t think you need me to take a shower” you say, your words contrary to your actions as you hold her hand. she smiles to herself, knowing as much as you protest, you would always bend to her will if she asked nicely.
“god, you’re beautiful,” she whispered between the kiss, her lips parted while she pushed her tongue against yours. you smile into the kiss, knowing this was her intention all this time, yet you still took your clothes off and came into the shower with her. the warm water falls on your back soothingly, while her lips move in sync with yours.
“do you wanna… y’know” she says sheepishly, and you laugh at her. she always made big talk about the things she wanted to do to you, but when it came to the moment, she would wait for your approval for everything. you kiss her one more time, pecking her lips.
“mmh, yes” you say with a smile, feeling her hands on the small of your back. she holds one of your legs up, hooked on her hips with her hand on the back of your thigh, while her other hand plays with your tits. she thumbs your nipple and kisses down your neck, stopping every once in a while to make sure you’re feeling good.
“fuck,” she says, her hand cupping your chest. “i love you so much,” she sighs into your lips, her tongue brushing over your bottom lip. water runs down her hair and drips on your face, along with the pleasurable feeling of her hand going lower and lower down your body, building up your need for her.
“don’t tease” you say, one of your hands gripping her short hair and lightly pulling on the strands. she simply laughs at your eagerness and runs her fingers down your slit.
“is this what you wanted?” she asks.
“you know what i want” you say breathlessly, between the hand on the back of your thigh squeezing around the fat, and her other fingers toying with your sensitive clit, you were already bucking your hips into her touch.
“are you sure?” she asks, her fingers coming dangerously close to slipping into you. you nod your head eagerly, a soft moan escaping your lips. “uh-uh, use your words, pretty girl, c’mon, i wanna hear you” she says.
“please, i want you,” you say, “want you to make me feel good, just like you always do”. you wrap your arms around her neck and pull her into another kiss that drinks in your moans when she slips one of her fingers in, and thrusts it one, two, three times before adding another one.
she doesn’t stop, she knows just what to do to have you a writhing mess in a few seconds, curling her digits at the right places and pressing her fingertips against all your sensitive spots.
“s-saeko” you whine as she bites onto your bottom lip, almost hard enough to draw blood from it.
“shh, you’re doing so good for me baby, you’re gonna cum already?” she asks, the grip she had on your leg growing stronger, strong enough to leave bruises that she would apologize for later.
you shake your head at her question, too ashamed to admit that you were on the verge of an orgasm so quickly.
“no?” she says, faux worry in her tone. she presses her fingers up against your g-spot, abusing the same spot over and over. “how ‘bout now?” she asks, a smirk on her face as she watches your eyes swell with tears. too much stimulation at the same time, her fingers thrusting into you fast enough to make you see start, and her thumb rubbing on your clit.
you’re suddenly cumming, your cunt spasming around her fingers and drooling around them.
“you’re so pretty like this” she says, leaving a sweet kiss on your forehead. “all fucked out, just for me”
“just like that baby, just like that” he groans, his hand lacing into your hair as you fist his cock, feeling him twitch in your hand.
he looks so close to the edge, such a shame he’ll have to hold it in again.
“fuck, fuck please, wanna cum for you, please” he says, bucking his hips into your touch. his whines were getting louder, telling you it was time to pull away from him. you release your hand and watch him crumble, begging you to touch him again, blindly searching for your hand because he doesn’t want to open his eyes, he doesn’t want to ruin the feeling of being so close, and he doesn’t want to accept that it’s been taken away from himagain.
“please,please” he cries, tugging your hand on his cock, but when you pull away, he uses his own hand to fist his cock.
you slap his hand away, “i told you not to touch” you said, reminding him of the rules you established in the beginning.
“i can’t, please,” he begs again. “please, i wanna cum”
“not until i say so, ok?” you say, wrapping your hand around him and stroking him, building up the orgasm he’s longing for.
“more,” he groans. “want more”
“you want me to go faster?” you tease, knowing that’s exactly what he wants, what he needs to get that sweet release he’s been craving so badly since you walked into his apartment. you give him a taste, pumping your fist faster, his precum smearing down to the base of his cock with your movements, only to resume your slow pace and leave him with a bittersweet feeling of yearning for more.
“fuck yes please” he says, his eyes clenched shut and his head thrown back. you go faster, complying to his pleading for once, you figured it had been enough torture for him already. he mutters little curses and praises every few seconds, his tone whiny when he tells you what he wants again. “please let me cum, i-i’ll be good, i just wanna cum for you, please”
you hum in response, not giving him a coherent answer, knowing it would make him even more frustrated.
“beg for me, one more time, and i’ll let you cum” you tell him.
“please, i’m so pent up, j-just wanna cum… wanna be good for you, please let me cum” he sighs, his hand on your head again. who could deny someone begging so well. he reaches out his hand and fumbles with your fingers, trying to lace them with his own.
“aww, you wanna hold my hand when you cum?” you ask, already knowing the answer to the question from countless nights when he’s done the same thing
“mm,” you say with a chuckle. “cum for me” you whisper, barely loud enough for him to hear, but even the implication makes him buck his hips into your hand and curse under his breath. his cum shoots in spurts, staining your- his shirt, and he breathlessly moans your name, sighing when he comes down from his high.
“do you want me to take a closer look?” he asks, scribbling a few last things on the small notebook. you nod hesitantly.
going to the doctor was never your favorite activity, but given your recent problem it was necessary. lucky for you, the doctor seems more than happy to fix you up.
“alright, just lay back, and open your legs so i can take a look” he says. you do as told, laying down on the cold parchment paper covered bed, and spreading your legs, your tiny skirt riding up your thighs.
“spread them” he says. god, you know he’s just being professional, but the way those words rolled out of his mouth sounded so sinful. “wider” he puts his hands on your thigh, prompting you to do as he says. it’s a little weird for him to touch you like this, but you brush it off as something he does with all his patients.
little did he know, you’re getting special treatment for wearing that tiny skirt, a dainty girl like you should know better than to wear something like that to a doctors office.
“let me take a look” you unintentionally hold in your breath, his hands roaming from your legs to your inner thigh. you remind yourself it’s all in the most professional manner, but something about his fingers fingering in the same place for so long makes you think there’s something else behind his touches.
“hm” it’s a simple reply before he shies away from you and rummages through something in his drawers. he pulls out a pink toy. a sex toy.
it’s not what he normally uses with his patients, but he’s willing to make an exception for such a pretty little thing like you.
he looks back over to you, lying helplessly on the bed. thoughts of everything he could do with such a pretty girl laying on the bed of his office, but he’d have to wait a little longer. he notices the blush that spreads on your cheeks when he reveals the toy.
“aww, don’t be embarrassed, i’m a professional, you don’t have to worry about…” there’s a slight pause he uses to take in a breath. “the things i’m going to do to you” he says with a sigh.
next thing you know, your fingers are clenching down around the parchment paper, almost tearing through it. his hand is pressing the toy on your clit, the vibrations making you squirm in your seat.
as much as he assured you that he was a professional, he couldn’t deny the hand on your chest had nothing to do with the procedure, he shouldn’t be rubbing his fingers along your perked up nipple, but who were you to stop him when it only drove you closer to the edge.
“you know, it doesn’t seem like you have any problems with your libido” he says, reminding you of why you came to his office in the first place. he’s right, all of your problems seemingly went away as soon as he stepped into the room.
a loud slap snaps you out of your thoughts, his gloved hand coming down hard on your cunt. “o-ow!” you cry, bucking your hips into his touch.
“did that hurt? i’m so sorry” he says, but from the smirk on his face, you can tell he’s far from apologetic. “are you close, princess?”
“mhmm” you whine, trying your best to hold back from him. one of his fingers slips into you, the wetness between your thighs making it easy and putting you to shame. between the stimulation to your swollen clit, and his finger curling upwards and finding your sweet spot, you’re convulsing and clenching around his digits in just a few seconds.
“good, good” he says, soothingly running his hand over your arm. “good girl” he coos. he pulls away from you, walking over to his desk and cleaning the toy, putting it back into the drawer. he takes your panties, still bunched up on the corner of the bed, and tucks them in the pocket of his coat.
“doctor” you call him, and god the way the title slips out of your lips is enough to make his cock twitch, already hard from seeing you cream around his fingers. “it still hurts” you pout, playing with the hem of your skirt while you sit on the edge of the bed. you spread your legs invitingly, “i think i need you to take another look” you say, eyeing the bulge in his pants.
it’s not most mornings when iwaizumi gets to wake up so peacefully. normally he’s waking up at the crack of dawn to the sound of his loud alarm, rummaging to turn it off before it wakes you. and every one of those days he wishes he could stay a little longer, that he could wrap his arms around your waist to see you wake up when the sun hits your eyes through the window.
thank god it’s his day off, he couldn’t handle another day touching himself in the shower to the thought of your sleeping form.
“h-hajime” you stutter. he grins, even in your sleep you’re thinking about him, whispering his name in such a sultry tone, could it have to do with the fact that he was rubbing the head of his cock along your folds?
“shh, you’re doing so good” he whispers, lazily stroking his cock alongs your cunt, and slowly slipping in. you’re still sore from last night, but he’s sure you’ll enjoy waking up to him filling you up to the brim with his cock, he can tell by the way a small gasp slips from your lips.
he cursed to himself, frustrated at himself for not being able to hold back. it’s your damn face, that blissful expression you have, your parted lips and the slight blush on your face, it drives him crazy. the grip on your waist tightens up, his fingers digging into the skin while he pulls out and slips back into you.
he does his best not to wake you yet, he’d much rather you wake up with his cum dripping down your thighs, but a few thrusts and your eyes are fluttering open, along with your whines and cries.
“ah- hajime! hajime, f-fuck!” you curse, desperately pawing at the sheets, looking for relief while you buck your hips back to meet his pace. his hand slips down your stomach, spreading your lips and gently rubbing your clit.
when you gave him full permission to do whatever he pleased with you while you were sleeping, you caught him by surprise. it’s not to say he didn’t enjoy the idea of having his way with you while you slept, but he always thought of you as such a dainty little thing. that’s why, even now as he takes you when you’re most vulnerable, he’s still gentle with you, his thrusts hard but slow at the same time, gently building up your orgasm.
“god, you look so beautiful like this, my pretty girl” he groans, leaving love bites along the skin of the back of your neck. his praise makes you clench around him, making it hard for him to keep bucking his hips into you, but making it more rewarding for him, knowing he was making his pretty girl feel thisgood.
“f-fuck iwa, ‘m gonna cum, please don’t stop, p-please” you whine, tears rolling down your cheeks. his fingers skillfully speed up, knowing just what he had to do to push you over the edge and give you your well deserved orgasm.
you cum around him, your whole body shaking and trembling under his touch, and god with the way you kept chanting his name over and over like a prayer, he followed shortly after, spilling his cum into you.
his thrusts were sloppy from his orgasm, but he didn’t feel like stopping until you tapped your hand on his shoulder, wordlessly telling him it was too much. he sighed in relief, happy to finally fulfill the fantasy that had been haunting his head for the past few days.
it’s been such a long day, konoha can only wish to go home to you. he sulks, knowing he couldn’t do that for the next four weeks if he wanted to finish his classes, but the need to be engulfed between your arms in a hug still remains.
he’s been missing you more than usual these days, he craves your touch more than anything right now. as he closes the door to his dorm, he notices a missed call from you, only a few minutes ago, and decides to return the call.
he sits on his bed, expecting the same usual cheery tone that always greeted him with a sweet hi, baby!, not desperate panting and begging on the other end of the line.
“c’mon baby, you can do it” he sighs, his palm running over the forming bulge in his pants.
“i can’t, i n-need you, please!” you whine into the phone, tears running down your face with your hands in your panties. after more than half an hour trying to get off on your own, you thought maybe his voice would’ve helped, but it didn’t. it only made it worse, it only made your body yearn for him even more.
he doesn’t like hearing you cry like this, but he can’t deny the thought of you being so conditioned to him and his touch makes him even harder. he won’t show it, but he loves hearing your little sobs on the phone, and he can only imagine your face when you realize that any hope you had of cumming is slowly slipping out of your grasp, realizing he’s the only one who holds the power to do so.
“you don’t need me, princess, you just need your fingers” he says, releasing his cock from the confinements of his pants and slowly stroking it.
“‘s not enough!” you cry. “please, please aki- please t-tell me what to do” there’s a small pause of silence on the other end before he decides what to do, he wants to build up tension before he starts talking, he knows you won’t last long.
“touch your clit for me” he orders, and you take out your fingers to rub your clit, quick circles around the needy bud. “slowly,” he says at the sound of your labored breathing. “that’s it”
“f-fuck…” you moan under your breath. it still didn’t feel enough, but he must know what he’s doing, it’s what he always does, building up the feeling of your orgasm, as slowly as possible, before letting you fall off the edge.
“keep going, baby” he groans, listening for more of your moans, anything to satisfy him, but he doesn’t hear anything for a while. “your better not be holding back your fucking moans” he says, the sweet tone he used to order you around gone and replaced with one that makes you clench your thighs around your hand. it’s like he saw you, biting your lip in frustration to hold back your whines and cries.
“c’mon pretty, put a finger in” you do as told, slipping in one, two fingers when he told you to, feeling close to the edge in just a matter of minutes. it can’t compare to the feeling of his long fingers, but it’s enough to get you off while he’s away.
“you’re close? you wanna cum, i can hear you moaning like a bitch in heat, bet you’re bucking your hips in the air, you’re so needy” every word that fell from his lips drove you even closer to your orgasm. he groaned into the phone, recalling how you would tighten around him when he groaned into your ear while he had you pressed into the mattress and fucked you with no end in sight.
“fuck- ‘m gonna cum” you cry, and you hear a slight chuckle on the other end.
“hm, no… hands off, princess” he says with a smirk.
“w-wh- no, please! please don’t-” you moan, sobbing into the pillow, desperately bucking your hips.
“i said hands off” he repeats. you take your fingers out of your cunt and wait for his next orders, you can practically see the wide smirk on his face, knowing he’d trained the perfect girl who obeyed him even if he was miles away.
being your fav’s puppygirl, and having them grab your hips and manhandle you until you’re straddling their waist while they’re laying down, rubbing your wet heat against their cock and sighing at every roll of your hips.
“alright puppy,” they groan, their breath hitching when you look up at them with eyes sparkling with excitement and anticipation. “sit”
try as you might to get his attention, he can’t be bothered to tear his eyes away from his notebook. he’s never been so focused on his studies, and the thought of him doing it on purpose couldn’t be possible, right?
“kenji” you whine from your place in his bed. his back is turned to you, he doesn’t even flinch when you call out his name. “kenji” you repeat, but still no answer.
you get up and walk over to his chair, standing next to him. sure, it’s a good thing he’s studying, but not when he hasn’t given you a second of attention since a few hours ago, did he invite you over just to be some background noise?
“leave that, you’ve studied enough, come to bed” you say, soothingly rubbing the palm of your head on his shoulders. he spares you a glance, finally something after all this time, but turns right back to the page he’d been staring at.
you slide your way between the chair and the desk, sitting on his lap and burying your face into his neck. one of his hands wraps around your waist and holds you flushed against his chest, it rises and falls with every breath that falls from his lips. you look up to see him still reading, typing into his computer with no care for you, literally sitting on him. normally, he would’ve already said something, he would’ve already stopped reading and studying because he knows how bad you get when he doesn’t give you any attention.
“kenji c’mon” as much as you beg and nag at him, he still doesn’t answer, and you’re on the brink of giving up before an idea pops into your head. you slowly kiss his cheek, and it seems to spread a light blush over his cheeks, but still nothing to say to you.
then you take it a step further, leaving open mouthed kisses on his cheek, down his neck to his collarbone. you look up to see him staring at you, one of his stern looks that tell you everything you need to know, that you should stop and let him go on with his work. sadly, you couldn’t take a hint, and kept kissing his neck, almost reaching the collar of his shirt, and going back up again until you reached his lips.
just before placing a kiss on his lips, you chuckle and avoid them, knowing he must be cursing at you in his head, just thinking of the things he might do to you makes you anxious and desperate for more. you grind down on him excitedly, feeling the bulge in his pants grow with every roll of your hips. you start sucking on the skin of his neck, nipping and watching his eyes widen at your actions. he ignores you one last time, the last effort to see how far you could go. he underestimated you if he thought you were going to stop now, because you keep sucking on the same spot, going back to it even after seeing it glow red under your lips.
you go to suck on another spot of his skin, but this time he tears his hands away from the keyboard and wraps his fingers around your neck, taking you by surprise and making you gasp.
“you know i was ignoring you to see what you’d do, and this is what i get?” he says, turning his head to the side to give you a better view of the hickie. the daring glint of attitude that shined in your eyes is replaced with one of fear, scared of what he might do to you. you knew he was going to do this, you knew he was probably ignoring you to get under your skin, and you still played along, so why were you so scared.
it’s the thrill of it all, the not knowing what he’s going to do next that makes your panties wet underneath his growing bulge.
“now you’re scared? what happened to all that attitude, huh?” he says, as if reading your mind. “looks like i’m gonna have to fuck it out of you” he says.
“from now on, you use my money” he says, handing you a stack of twenty dollar bills. there’s probably more than 2,000 thousand dollars in it. the same he gave you yesterday.
“it’s ok, i can use my own-”
“but you won’t” first he sounded kind, inviting, but now he just sounds plain controlling.
“why would you refuse my money, baby?” he asks, his hands lacing in your hair and pushing your head to take more of him, despite already feeling him in the back of your throat. you think he’s talking to himself before he pulls your hair and makes you face him, tears pricking the corners of your eyes and drool running down your chin.
“hm?” he hums, watching your tear-ridden face.
“i’m sorry, i just think i’”
“no, you don’t think,” he says cruelly, “or at least you don’t think with your head” he taps your forehead to further demonstrate what he’s trying to say. “you think with this cunt down here” he pushes the leather of his shoe against your clothed cunt, enough to make your thighs, clench against each other. “you can only think about this, sex, pleasuring me” his fingers run through your hair, knowing how much you like it when he pulls on your hair. “pleasuring yourself”
“you spend my money, you don’t have to think about it, ok?” his fingers linger on your chin. you nod your head and grip his thighs again, lowering your head and taking him in your mouth, swirling your tongue around the head of his cock.
“understood?” you hum around him, the sweet feeling of your voice sending vibrations. “come up here” he says.
you stand up and sit on his lap, rolling your hips against him in hopes he’ll forgive you. he knows you mean well, but he still feels the need to punish you when you don’t let him spoil you like you deserve to be. It’s the whole point of this relationship, isn’t it?
“i want you to ride me, get off on my cock, pretty” he says, his hands grinding your hips against him. you blush at his words, but still stroke him a few times before pressing it into your entrance and slowly sinking down, hitting the deepest parts inside of you and making you hide your face in the crook of your neck.
you start bouncing on him, just fast enough to prompt a few moans from your lips and make you hide your face into the crook of his neck.
“c’mon, you can do better than that” he says, moving your hips faster, sinking you down harder on his cock until he makes you see stars with every thrust. he doesn’t pay any mind to how you scream in pleasure, he hits spots inside you that you could never reach with your fingers, only he can satisfy you like this.
you try to match his pace, but every time you come close to the speed of his hands on your waist, it seems like he goes faster, harder, enough to make you shed a few tears into the collar of his shirt.
“you’re such a messy baby,” he mutters, slightly bucking his hips into you. “you’re my messy girl, aren’t you?” you nod into his neck.
“c’mon, i’m doing all the work baby, i told you to ride me,” he groans, watching you struggle through the shakiness of your legs to bounce on him, while he takes one of his hands and uses it to rub small circles into your clit. the combined stimulation makes you sob, soft moans and desperate whines rolling off your tongue, and its music to kenma’s ear.
“that’s it doll, just like that, get off on my cock, tell me what you want”
“want you sir, j-just want you” you moan into his ear, your hands clutching onto his shoulders despite your trembling fingers. you’re having such a hard time doing what he asks, keeping yourself from collapsing on his chest and begging him to hold you again is harder than you thought.
“not that, pretty baby, what you really want” he whispers. he wants to drive out anything you might want in the heat of the moment, whether it be him or a shiny new necklace, he knows you wouldn’t tell him under any other circumstances, that’s why he has to fuck it out of you.
kinktober day 5: osamu + dumbification + voyeurism
cw.nsfw, mdni, vaginal penetration, public sex? [samu fucks you in his empty shop], spanking, humiliation, voyeurism, slight dumbification, tsumu walks in on you at the end
wc.600
a/n. pls forgive me for not posting, i’ve had a lot of things going on but i’m gonna try and finish this kinktober even if it’s late
“you’re just a little whore, aren’t you?” he says, when the customer finally leaves through the door. you curse under your breath, regretful of what you did earlier today to merit the punishment he was sure to give you now that you were free.
his hands fell heavy on your waist, and his breath shuddered next to your shoulder. you try to ignore him, you look out the window to distract yourself, not too many cars passing by the street in front of you.
“i’m talking to you” he says, grabbing your cheeks between his thumb and his pointer finger and turning your head towards him, squishing your face in the process. “don’t ignore me”
“i’m not” you reply with difficulty, it’s hard to talk when he holds your head like this.
“you’re not?” he parrots with a chuckle, “then bend over”
it’s embarrassing how quickly you bend over on the table in front of you and flip up the skirt you’d been wearing to tease him. his fingers are driven to your slit, it’s almost automatic from how many times he’s done the same thing.
“you’re not even wearing any panties, aren’t you ashamed of yourself?” he asks, his fingers dipping into your needy hole. your walls flutter around his digits at his words, and your hands grab onto the edge of the small round table.
“you’re not supposed to enjoy your punishment” he says, and you feel his fingers slip out and his belt buckle come undone.
try as you might to turn your head and see him, he pushes your head against the cold wood of the table, and leaves you breathless when he does so little as rub the tip against you. your back arches and your hips buck under his touch.
aren’t you ashamed of yourself? his question lingers in your head. in other circumstances, yes. you would be ashamed, your cheeks would be burning red with guilt and embarrassment, but not right now, when all you can think about is the anticipation of him pushing into you.
you both gasp when he slips in, even if he doesn’t want to give you the satisfaction of his sounds right now, you know he can’t hold back when he’s finally inside you. he lands a few spanks on your ass and presses his chest to your back, whispering in your ear.
“you know, anyone could come in through the door right now,” he says, almost proud of himself for making you kick and squeal at his words. “and they’d see you, creaming around my dick like a fucking bitch in heat”
your walls flutter around him unintentionally. the thought of someone walking in and seeing you like this, bent over and completely submitted to your boyfriend, it makes you clench your walls around him and moan in pleasure. sure, it would be embarrassing to be found like this, but the thrill makes you so sensitive, just a few more thrusts and you’re cumming around his cock, crying from overstimulation since he is still chasing his high.
“you like that? hm? would you like someone to walk in and see you? see how dumb you are for my cock, huh?” he sighs, sloppily thrusting into you, fucking his cum into you, his hands trembling as they hold your waist. for a moment, everything is blissful, but then the little bell above the door rings, indicating someone walked in.
“aww, don’t tell me you started without me” atsumu pouts.
you didn’t think it would work. well, you’ve seen it work for other girls and their boyfriends, but it was the internet, a lot of things are fake.
still, you sprayed the perfume on your neck, just for fun.
“oh, oh baby” he mumbled, rutting his hips into you with more brute force, holding your hips flushed against him, the kisses getting sloppier and sloppier every time his lips met your neck.
“ko, slow down baby- hahh!” your pleads fall on deaf ears, you can only scratch at his back while he keeps the abuse to your walls, whispering sweet nothings in your ear and hoping you’ll put up with him a little longer. “‘m not going anywhere”
he knows you must be tired, already going for a fourth round with barely any time to breath in between. every time he filled you up with his cum, and you laid in bed thinking it was finally over, the bed would suddenly shift and tower over you. you would look into his sweet eyes as he wordlessly begged you for what he needed.
so it does work.
bokuto was never one to be satisfied after one round only, but he wasn’t one to be so addicted that he had to go round after round inside of you either. his hands roam your body, searching for a place to settle themselves, but he can’t seem to find the right place.
“fuck baby, you’re gonna make me cum again” he groans, tears gathering on the corners of his eyes, he’s so desperate to get that release, even if he’s already reached it countless times.
tonight feels different, he doesn’t know what it is about you, but he feels as if he needs to praise every inch of your body. he feels like he’s getting drunk in your pussy, and as much as he wants to stop and take a break, he can’t help himself from going back to you after a few seconds.
you curse under breath, you should be tired, you should be begging him to stop because it’s too much. a part of your body tells you you’ve already had too much and you’re past your limit, but it’s hard to listen when you feel so good, when every drag of his cock against that spongy spot inside you tells you to keep going.
his hands press against the headboard, the newly found position giving him a much better view of your fucked out body. god he loves seeing how ruined you are, how you drool and pant like a dog for him, watching how sensitive you become when his hips roll against yours.
“one more, pretty, one more and we’re done” he says, even though he doesn’t believe it himself. your legs start trembling, kicking and convulsing around his waist, pulling his hips closer to yours as your fist the sheets beneath you. his gaze almost makes you feel embarrassed, if weren’t for the feeling of your orgasm taking over your body.
it doesn’t take long before he joins you in ecstasy, groaning in relief when he finally gets to cum inside, as if he hasn’t been doing that for the past hours.
he sighs when he comes down from his high, and slips out to lay over on the bed next to you. it’s hard to stay down, because whenever he tries to cuddle closer to you, he gets a whiff of the perfume, and it riles him up all over again.
maybe it was bad to think about him this way, but before you could stop and think about the satirity of it all, your hands are already slipping into your panties. another night, another lewd thought of your step brother.
except this time you’re ignorant to the eyes that peek through the gap in the door.
“you really thought, all these nights, you were being quiet?” no. you thought you were being quiet enough, there’s no denying that soft moans would occasionally slip out of your mouth, but you didn’t think anyone heard.
now, you’re sure anyone could hear you, even through the thick walls of your room. thank god your parents are out for vacation, it would be so shameful to hear how their daughter gets fingered by her step brother.
“fuck, stop” you moan, crying against him as you grab his wrist and try to pull him away from you.
“you don’t like it?” he scoffs and laughs at you. “this hole down here says something else” it’s true, you’re practically dripping like a faucet around his fingers.
“i like it, f-feels so good” you can barely get out the right words when his fingers purposefully press against that special spot inside your walls, just enough to make you stutter and trip over your words. “but… i want m-more- mhhh!”
“more? i’m already fucking you with my fingers, isn’t that enough for you, filthy whore?” he asks in a condescending tone, his warm breath shuddering against your neck, making you tremble in anticipation, because you know despite all the teasing he wants the same thing you do, and won’t take long to fall into his desire.
“you’re so dirty, you’re not even satisfied with my fingers, you want your big brother to fuck you with his cock, make you feel so full, ‘s that what you want?” even if he’s not really your big brother, the title still makes your pussy flutter around his fingers. “you really like that?” it’s almost maddening how he effortlessly leaves you a mess beside him when he pulls out his fingers and uses them to slide down his sweatpants, revealing his hard cock.
“turn around” you quickly do what he said, too excited to tell him otherwise. you’ve already had a small taste of what his fingers can do, it’s only natural you’re eager for him to use his cock. you’re laying on your side, his chest pressed against your back and one of his hands keeping balance with your body while his other hand guides his cock into your cunt.
“you’re so filthy” he says, slowly sinking into you while his fingers tighten around your hips and your needy hole drips down your thighs and onto the sheets beneath you.
“i’m not the only one,” you say, catching him off guard. he wasn’t expecting to hear anything from you when you were panting and drooling into the pillow a second ago. “you’re just as filthy as me, bet you were waiting for them to leave just so you could fuck me”
his nails dig into the skin beneath, so much it almost draws blood, so instead he moves it to the back of your thigh. there, he spreads your legs open, giving him better access to start moving into you. his other hand slips around your throat and chokes you, making it so hard to breath when you most needed to.
“what about you?” he asks, his thrusts knock the air out of your lungs, and his hand makes it so hard to get it back. “at least i waited, but you? you didn’t even wait until they were gone, you would touch yourself… while they were sleeping downstairs, and you still have the courage to talk back” you start to regret ever saying anything, you should’ve just kept quiet and maybe he wouldn’t be so hard on you. “don’t worry, i’ll teach you some manners”.
no matter how far apart you two might be, suna always lets you know when you’re in his thoughts. although sometimes you wish he didn’t.
cw: phone sex, male masturbation, fem!reader, established relationships, not edited, suna misses his wife.
Rintaro knows he shouldn’t be doing this, however he doesn’t care in the slightest. Reaching over his bed and grabbing his phone - swiping up to punch in his password code which was your birthday, he unlocks his phone. His finger scrolling through his contacts until it comes to “Wifey.” He smirks to himself, as he admires the contact photo he had saved for you. It’s a picture of you sleeping, with drool dribbling down your chin - you’d kill him if you ever found that out, however he’s not worried about that right now.
Before he double clicks on your number to call, he stops. Taking in a deep breath, he wonders. Would you be angry at him for calling so late, were you asleep? He hated being away from home, so far across the sea from where his heart resides — mainly for the sole reason that he can’t be with you, waking up each morning with your body tangled in his. His chest rumbles as he lets out a deep sigh, he opts for sending a text message instead. ‘Hey.’ It read, if you replied, great — he’d call, if you didn’t? That’s fine too, he could relieve himself on his own.
warnings: sex - nothing too specific, choking, he nuts in you
a/n: happy birthday king
“Fuck Issei-”
The moan catches in your throat as he enters you, the thick head of his cock stretching you out. He pushes in, and it’s just so much. He’s big, almost too big for you, and as he bottoms out, you swear he’s in your stomach.
You can barely speak, much less think. Your mind is hazy, only filled with the thought of how good he feels, his cock filling you up until you feel like you might burst.
Mattsun stills, unmoving as your hands scrabble, searching for purchase on the sheets.
“Issei please,” you moan out, desperate for something, anything, that’ll relieve the ache inside of you.
You feel the heat radiating off of his chest as he leans over you, one hand your hip, gripping it in an almost bruising embrace, while the other grabs the sheets by the side of your head. You can feel him, looming above you, hear him whisper into your ear, “Tell me what you want.”
“Issei please, want you-“Your sentence is cut off by a particularly harsh thrust, one that knocks the breath out of you.
“You’re so wet, princess, dripping all over my cock,” he tells you, trying not to focus too hard on the feeling of your cunt clenching around him, “‘t would be a shame if I left you here, all because you couldn’t voice your demands.”
He lifts your face up, hand wrapping around your neck. The lack of oxygen makes your mind foggier, if that’s even possible, and the heat in your stomach grows even more.
“Issei please, want you to fuck me, want your cock,” You’re babbling at this point, mind only focused on chasing the pleasure you want so badly, “please Issei.”
Suddenly he’s moving, robbing the air from your breaths, fucking you with harsh thrusts that have the moans catching in your throat, ones that leave you only able to lie there and take it.
The grip on your neck loosens and Mattsun’s hand snakes down to your clit and begins to play with the swollen nub. You’re so wound up, the pressure building up inside you almost unbearable.
Your hips push back, trying to meet Mattsun’s thrusts. You’re gone, mind too hazy to comprehend what you’re saying, too hazy to realize that you’re making noise - a stream of broken moans and cries leaving your mouth. “Issei Issei Issei, fuckin’ me so good.”
The head of his hits your sweet spot and you keen. You can feel yourself hurtling towards the edge, feel the beginnings of the rope fray.
“‘m so close, ‘m gonna cum,” you whine, but Mattsun can tell, taking extra care to angle his thrusts in the way you like it. He can feel you tighten up around him, your slick pooling at his balls.
“Fuck you’re so tight pretty girl - cum for me”
It only takes a few more thrusts and well-placed touches and you’re gone.
It feels like your limbs are as heavy as lead as your orgasm rips through you, pussy fluttering around his cock. Your body locks up, hands squeezing the sheets and cunt clenching around his cock to the point where it’s almost impossible for Mattsun to move, rendering him immobile. He’s content with watching you cum, watching you fall apart around his cock, coating his base with a ring of white.
The mess you created around his cock made him groan, dick throbbing. “Fuck ______, you’re so pretty.”
As you come down from your high he pulls out, and you whine at the sensitivity and emptiness before he flips you over, burying himself back into you. You moan at the overstimulation as he fucks his cum into you, with almost bruising thrusts. Your legs lift, ankles locking around his back, forcing him even deeper into you and you can feel him pulse inside you, the heat of his cum filling you up.
As he stills his thrusts, he stares down at you.
He can see you clearly, face flushed, chest heaving, and your cunt leaking cum, both yours and his. You look sated, and when you mumble out a reply of “Happy birthday Issei, ‘love you” he collapses onto you, face buried in the crook of your neck.
AN: Chapter 2??? Yes???? ALSO REMINDER THAN LOST WILL BE UPDATED ON FRIDAYS AT 10:30 ish MDT. Taglists are OPEN! Please send an ASK or DM! Reblogs are appreciated :D
You sat in your room in silence, staring at the bare white walls that trapped you in. Like an animal in a cage. The only speck of colour came from your unusually bright bed covers, a gift from… from someone long ago. Clothes were strewn across the beige carpet of your room, the only sign that the room itself was being used. The cleanness of this room was your pride and joy. Something, the only thing, you could tell yourself you did.
You laughed pathetically.
It had been your strong will that had you walking past Kenma when you hesitantly knocked on the front door to the apartment. You had heard huffs of annoyance even before he had opened the door. And it was not hard to imagine the grimace that played on his thin, firm lips. He gave you a look, waiting for you to throw him a glance as you had found yourself doing out of habit. But you didn’t, deigning to stare at the boring painting plastered onto the walls. And the sink full of dirty dishes that you knew would never be cleaned until you decided to do them.
There was a part of you— that broken yet foolish part of you that yearned for at least the tiniest ounce of worry. There was a part of you that had hoped you did not need to deal with the burdensome annoyance that Kenma had often thrown at you. Before, during and after your so-called “relationship”. It was an emotion that was so often seen on his pleasant face, that it had been a shock that had stopped you in your tracks when you had first seen him smile at his phone.
You laughed again. You had been naive. A fool. A fool in love. But a fool nonetheless.
“L/N.” you closed your eyes, palm coming up on your face as you shield yourself from the dull lights of the room. And the lean man that stood outside your door.
“What.” you hoarsely spoke, leaning back on your elbows, reaching over your shoulder to grab a water bottle.
“May I come in?”.
You almost laughed at the stiff words. It must be weird to show so much distance to your former girlfriend and current roommate.
“Whatever,” you snorted, throwing your legs over the bed, tilting your head back as you chugged half of your water.
The door slowly opened, curious and hesitant eyes found your own. His honey eyes were dull, a glint of suppressed annoyance lingering in his gaze as he took in your defensive gaze. He barely took a step into the room before stopping in his tracks, awkwardness painted all over his body. Big, black Razer Sony headphones hung over his neck, his hands tucked into the deep pockets of his gray sweatpants. His shirt was one size too big, something that he had found more comfortable, especially when streaming.
“A shame” you had once teased, as you looked at his choice of outfit for stream. He had merely looked at you with a gaze oozing irritation.
“What do you want?”
The words came out sharper than you had meant, an apology lingering like a sour grape on the tip of your tongue.
Any hesitance was short-lived at your icy words, his own eyes becoming as cool as ice.
“I have a stream at five,” he gave you an obvious look-over, eyes pausing at the bruises on your exposed legs, “At least try to look nice.”
You snorted, flipping him off.
“It was a one-time thing, Kozume.” you retorted.
“No.” his jaw clenched at your pure stone-cold glare. ice that raged in your eyes. “We agreed that we would continue streams till the end of our lease.”
“I have no interest in faking affection just for you to have a good image,” you snarled as Kenma rolled his eyes. The lithe muscles in his biceps flexed as he ran a hand through his messy hair.
“Of course you don’t care about a good image.”
He motioned to your unruly hair. To the dark circles that seemed tattooed into your skin. To the dullness that now echoed in your skin.
It was a low blow. And he knew it. And yet… as you stared at his unwavering eyes. You knew he didn’t give one damn.
You snorted, your lips trembling as you waved your hand.
“I’ll do it, just stop talking.”
“You’re a nuisance annoying.” he seethed, tugging on his hair as if you were driving him insane.
“I just said that I’ll do it. What else do you want.” you snapped. The unsaid words lingered in your head. On the very tip of your throat.
I was in the hospital. Do you not even care?
He rolled his eyes again.
“Stop acting like you’re doing me a favour,” he looked down at you. You flinched at the pure, unfiltered disdain that filled his features. At the eyes burning like the flames of the eternally burning sun. At the lips that trembled in rage. At the fingers that tightly clutched his black shirt.
“And I’m not?” you spitefully fought back. It was not a wise choice, you knew that. It was rare—so rare that rage ever filled Kenma’s features. If anything he had always been the more calm, peaceful of the two of you, always deciding to deal with confrontations in a pacifist approach.
It would be better if you shut your mouth. Be the submissive person you knew he wanted you to be. But it was the strike of your pride that edged you on.
“If you would be honest and just tell your viewers we broke up, then it wouldn’t be such a hassle.”
It hurt more than it annoyed you. Pretending that you and Kenma were still in a relationship. Still in love. It was ironic, you had thought, when he gave you more attention than he did when you were in a genuine relationship. From the small pecks, he gave on your forehead. To the small smiles, he faked when he looked at you during the stream. His affection seemed like an on and off switch. The love you had received on stream immediately descended to scorn and mockery as he merely nodded for you to leave the room.
You watched Kenma carefully, waiting for the blow that was sure to come.
“You’re freeloading off of me,” he scoffed, “Can you even pay for your breakfast?”
You stayed quiet at the venom that spitted from his sharp tongue.
“I can,” you quietly said, refusing to let the anger consume your words.
“With what job,” he mocked, “The one that pays 700 yen an hour?”
A furious blush ran down your neck. You wondered how many low blows it would take for you to break down completely.
“It’s still a job,” you scowled.
It was hard to say anything back to that. He wasn’t fully wrong. It was a very low-paying job, a minimum wage job that seemed to have more cons than pros. But, it was all you could do. With your half-finished university degrees. It would be a shameful burden, among the many others, that you would bear.
“Sure.” his eyes seem to always be rolling at this point. He backed up, hands reaching behind him to touch the handle of the door. He gave you one more look.
“You were taking a break from social media for a week, that’s why you haven’t shown up on my streams.” And with that, he slammed the door, before shuffling back to his room.
You scoffed.
“Sure,” you muttered to the closed door.
A low dull rhythm echoed in your head, as you tucked in your legs, resting your cheek on your knee. Maybe one day, the universe wouldn’t bet against you.
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You woke up with a pain in your neck and a broken heart. Sleep, although something you desired in the back of your head, was not your greatest friend. On the best days, you found yourself in a fruitless sleep, filled with a void of darkness and silence. On the worst days, harrowing and blurry images raced through your head. Unfamiliar actions and words always made you wake up with sweat dripping down your neck. The nightmares served as a reminder of the heaviest of burdens on your shoulders. Of the shame that brought with every breath. You stared blankly at the walls, contemplating your next move.
Groggily, you arose and walked to the kitchen. Scrummaging for any snacks. There was nothing, except for the powder milkshakes Kenma always seemed to have a stock of. The clicking clock seemed to mock you with every move. The small hand stayed still at 12 and the long hand trembled as it switched between 3 and 4. The clock, from what you observed, had been broken since Kenma had brought it on. And yet he refused to replace it.
You snorted as you closed the door, daring to peek at the sink. You sighed as you spotted the messy dishes, a pile continuously growing. That pile indeed would never disappear without you doing it. For a man who you were seemingly freeloading of, he seems inadequate to perform even the most basic of housework. Pinching the bridge of your nose, you groaned. You hadn’t eaten since the previous morning and you didn’t get a chance to eat after your “conversation” with Kenma. You turned on the tap, popping open the bottle of dish soap. You scrubbed the dishes, rising and washing all the dishes in a mere ten minutes. You hated doing the dishes. It felt unclean. Disgusting. You could almost feel the grime under your fingernails when you had finished. And no soap seemed to get rid of the feeling of uncleanness under your nails. On your fingers. You shivered in disgust. You scrubbed your fingers under hot water, muttering small curses under your breath.
“What are you doing?” You stepped back, dropping the bar of soap you were using.
“Being a freeloader,” you snarkily responded, as you went back to clean your hands once more. You stared at your fingers.
“Stop wasting water.” he rolled his eyes, as he opened an oak wood cupboard, taking out a cup.
“Is that why you never wash the dishes?” you snorted as you closed the tap, wiping your hands on your sweatpants. Your only response was an exasperated look. A pregnant silence settled in the kitchen. The only sound coming from the quiet trickling of the water dispenser. You shuffled your feet. There was no reason for you to be in the room. To stay. He never asked you to. But he hadn’t asked you to leave.
Yet.
Your eyes trailed from the floor to the small crack of skin exposed as he downed the cup of water at once. You watched a small droplet of water dribble from the corner of his mouth. At the man bun that was coming apart, strands of black and blonde curling slightly at the end.
“Are you just going to stare?” he placed the cup in the sink before walking past you, back into his room.
“Creep.” you heard him huff before the sharp sound of a closed-door echoed in your ears. It was a slap in your face. Embarrassment pooled in your stomach as you quickly went to the sink, rinsing the cup before walking back to your room. You quietly closed the door, jumping on the bed. The quiet creaks of the mattress hid your sniffles.
Hiding the quiet, invisible call for help.
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Words couldn’t describe the pain you were in right now. Although many of the bruises on your leg were healed, it didn’t stop the random slaps of pain that shocked through your legs. Standing for almost 7 hours didn’t help the matter. But there was not much room to complain between the fake smiles you were forced to plaster onto your face. It was the most you had smiled in years, your cheeks stretching painfully as you waved goodbye to a customer. Your smile almost immediately dropped as the last of the rush hour customers had passed, ordering their coffees quickly.
You didn’t dislike the job although you were sure there were better ones out there. But it wasn’t the worst. The place itself was pleasurable to the eyes. Soft pastel colors bloomed in the small, modest coffee shop. Light floral pink walls were illuminated by circular bulbs of pale white light. Coral green swirls of colour painted intricate designs on the walls, small dots added under the small designs, drawing a dotted line all across the wall. Pale pink stools were stuffed under small circular tables. Pale green stems of the mauve lily stood out amongst the mostly pink furniture. The café was almost empty except for a few elderly people who comfortably leaned back in some of the chairs, laughing amongst themselves as they sipped their coffee from plastic, pink cups. Soft, lyricless music played in the café, drowning the small place in a peaceful sort of quiet. It was the sort of ambience you wished you could have back at the apartment. You almost found yourself humming along with the music. Almost.
“The barista might have forgotten your name, but I sure haven’t.”
You groaned at the cheesy words that ruined the quiet little happiness that had been unfurling in your chest. A blooming flower stopped in its tracks.
“I am the barista,” you muttered, as you walked away from the register. You brought your hands to the loosely tied apron, quickly taking both ends and pulling it tighter. You didn’t look at the man, who merely gave you a small pout as you backed away from him. You couldn’t tell which was more painful. Kai’s corny, stupid jokes. Or the standing you had to deal with for a mere 700 yen.
“But it was good right,” you turned around, throwing him a glare before rolling your eyes.
“No.”
“Y/N,” he whined cutely, the pout growing on his plump, pink lips. You only rolled your eyes again.
“Go back to work Kai,” you muttered as you ran a finger down the clean slabs of pale pink granite.
He sighed, running a toned, sun-kissed arm through his strikingly pale blonde hair. The contrast between his caramel skin and his naturally light hair always made you stop in your tracks. He didn’t have the worst of faces, you concluded, as you turned around sticking your tongue out at him. The smirk that grew on his face, made your cheeks bloom with embarrassment, the thumping of your chest becoming slightly erratic. His bronze eyes crinkled around the corners as his smirk grew into a genuine smile.
“It’s only a matter of time,” he teased, giving you a wink that would have made any other girl swoon. You raised your eyebrows, gaze narrowing as you gave him a once over.
Dissatisfaction pooled in your eyes as you gazed at his face.
“You sure about that one?” your gaze only narrowed more at his confident smirk. He thumped his broad chest, hand resting on his heart as he smirked at you.
“For sure.” he grinned, “Thousand yen”
Your eyes gazed at the small, leafy bill that sat tauntingly on the counter. You bit your lips.
The easiest thousand yen of your life. You grinned, hand reaching out, as Kai quickly snatched the note back, stuffing it in his pockets.
“You, sir, have got yourself a deal.”
He gave you a toothy grin as he grabbed your hand.
For a man who spent his workdays behind a counter making coffees, his hands were surprisingly rough and calloused.
“You’ll be asking me out before this month is over,” he added, daring you to take back the deal you had just made.
“Don’t get your hopes up, buddy.” you rolled your eyes, “I’m taken.”
It was a sour lie to say, but it had to be done.
He merely laughed, eyes sparkling a sly grin overtaking the toothy one he had on before. Glancing at the calendar, Kai threw you another grin.
“We’ll see about that in thirty days.”
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Exhaustion crept on you like a cat on its prey. Today, like most Mondays, was a rush hour. Though you found the evenings much more tiresome than the morning. In the morning, frantic office workers barged in, quickly ordering their coffee and leaving. Afternoons were much quieter, the rare elderly person walking in with a grin and a roll of the most recent newspaper. Evenings, however, made you want to pull your hair out. Especially as tides of high school girls, finally leaving their dreaded classrooms, rushed in. It took hours to even get their orders. Most of the time was spent with flirtatious conversations with Kai, who seemed pleased at the compliments that fluttered his way. The girls with more bravado, bracingly asked for his hand in marriage, no sight of humor glistening in their eyes.
You sighed, muttering under your breath, as you trudged to the small room in the back. Pulling out your phone, you always swore at the bombardments of messages and notifications that drowned your notification bar. You sat down, slumping down on the dark couch as you swiped through.
Emails of probable work applications were immediately swiped off. There was no point in looking for a job when you would immediately be denied. Notifications from your other apps were also immediately swept away. It had been months since you opened Instagram or Snapchat. Not like there were any important conversations on there, you reasoned, as you scrolled further down the notifications. Your eyes widened in pleasant surprise at the few messages from Akaashi, glad that you had remembered to name his contact. But before you could see what Akaashi had sent you, your screen flashed. Your ringtone echoed in the empty room. You almost dropped your phone as your eyes caught the name.
Kenma Kozume.
You scrunch your eyes in confusion.
Tentatively you accepted his call, putting it on speaker.
“He–”
“Where are you?” There was a sort of franticness in his voice as he spoke. As if he was worried about you.
Knowing Kenma that probably wasn’t the case.
“At work?”
He huffed scornfully.
His voice was coated in a thick layer of venom as he spoke.
“Can you not do anything right? I legit only asked, for one thing, L/N.” he snarled, his voice quiet as if he didn’t want anyone to hear.
“What?”
You were confused. You had made him his daily meal, with the type of rice he liked. You even added the meat that he adored. Maybe it was the meat, you thought in apprehension.
Oh god, was it half-cooked?’
I knew I shouldn’t have rushed it this morning.
“It’s almost five and you’re still at work?”
You glanced at your phone. A glaring 4:30 scoffed back at you.
“So?”
“You’re supposed to be on my stream at five.”
Oh.
“So it wasn’t the meat then,” you muttered quietly.
“It only takes me ten minutes, Kozume.” you rubbed your temples, “Calm down.”
“And it’ll take you an hour to get ready,” he snarky replied. You could hear the bitterness in his voice, sending shivers down your spine.
“No it won’t, stop being dramatic.” you sighed. Throwing your head back on the couch, you groaned.
“Something wrong, hot stuff?” you paused, jerking your phone behind you as you jerked up. You sighed, meeting Kai’s curious eyes.
How much had he heard?
“Nothing, but I might have to leave right now,” you explained to him, as you took the phone off the speaker. “My boyfriend needs me right now.” Something dark lingered in his eyes before it was gone in a heartbeat.
“No worries, I can close the café L/N.” he gave a small smile before walking back to his wooing harem of girls. You mouthed him thanks, letting slight appreciation gleam in your eyes as you put the phone back in your ear.
“Is that what you do in work,” he scoffed, “Seduce people. Is that why you go there, to sleep with them like a—”
“Shut up.” you icily said. “I’ll be there in a few.”
You hung the phone Kenma could continue his ill rant.
Your heart pounded. At the apprehension of being caught. You didn’t know why you felt this way. Didn’t know why this guilt lingered as you walked away from Kai. At the gaze, Kai kept on the hoard of girls as you walked out the door. It was a reminder to him, you supposed, that you were indeed a taken woman.
And a small part of you wished you didn’t have to lie like that.
a/n; this is the same format literally the past two ones because what is creativity but a hornee bitch needs visuals so [also, due to the overwhelming amount of hq boys i for sure am missing a bunch of them so let me know who is missing and see me sort them into these fun and fetch categories].
Summary: After Bokuto leaves for an away game on Valentine’s Day weekend, you’re left to handle the day’s pleasures all on your own. There’s just one little problem–nothing comes close to what Bokuto could give you. Luckily, he offers a solution, and though it’s completely out of your wheelhouse, you find yourself desperate enough to give in.
A/N: Happy belated Valentine’s Day! Here’s a lil gift from me to u that I’ve had stuck on my mind for a while. Yes, yes, I know, I ain’t great at writing smut, so if someone else wrote this prompt w/ Best Boi Bokuto™ uhh… *cough cough* sendittomeplsnthx. Enjoy!
Word count: 2731
“So… what are you wearing?”
“Jesus Christ,” you break off into a laugh, picking up the phone.
“Nah, nah, c’mon, I’m serious. We gotta start somewhere.”
Still shaking your head, you lean back on the bed once more, propped up on a few pillows but otherwise completely reclined. “Fine, fine, but anything else like that and I’m gonna have to leave you to your hand.”
“I promise, now c’mon. Tell me.”
“Seriously?”
“One-hundred percent.”
You purse your lips, debating a little. You can feel how much you want it–want him–and when you shift your hips, you can almost feel it soaking uncomfortably against your clothing. He’d texted you minutes ago with a proposition after learning of your predicament last night.
You’d wanted him so bad, but that alone wasn’t enough. Bokuto was off at an away game, and the distance–plus it being Valentine’s Day–only made things worse. You’d tried so hard, even trying to imagine his hand in your own’s place, even his tongue. It was just not enough.
Though, Bokuto didn’t seem to know how to handle the situation either.
“Fine, fine. I’m, uh, I’m wearing that little dress you like-”
“Yeah?”
“-and those silk panties you almost tore that one time.”
“Really?”
“Fuck no. It’s a Monday–I’m wearing sweats and a tank top, and I’m pretty sure there’s at least two rats making babies in my hair.”
“Well at least someone’s getting some.”
“Kou!”
“Sorry, YN!” Bokuto whines, his voice crackling through the line. “But come on! Take this seriously.” He pauses, silence flooding your room.
“Just…let me help you.”
Your thighs subconsciously clench at the tone. It’s so familiar it’s like they’re preparing to be spread apart.
The place between your thighs is soaked by now, far more stirred than you’re letting on. The fact that your voice is still steady surprises even you at this point.
“You’re right, you’re right. I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be, baby. Just lay back for me, will you?”
“Okay.” Gnawing at your cheek, you make the choice to place Bokuto on speaker, setting him down just beside your shoulder so you can hear his every word. At this point, you’re on your back, head lain on a pillow and hands dancing along the strings of your sweats.
“Comfy?”
“Yeah.”
“Good.”There’s a few shuffles over the phone, and when Bokuto’s voice returns he sounds a little out of breath, a little strained. “Good. Okay.”
“Okay,” you nervously parrot, not really sure what else to do with yourself. Slowly, you’re beginning to gather that neither of you have done this before. Despite Bokuto sounding so confident earlier, he now seems reduced to the same anxious, aroused mess that you are.
“All right, now just…just follow my lead, okay?”
“Mhmm.”
“I want you to go slow, no matter what I tell you. Don’t speed up until I say.” His orders, simply the thought of their implications, leave your fingers twitching closer to your arousal. The need to touch yourself was beginning to leave a yearning that ran rampant through your veins. A single spark filled your stomach with heat.
“Okay.”
“Good,” he exhaled. “Now touch yourself.”
You almost choked on your spit. “Wh-uh, I mean,” your gaze traced along the ceiling frantically, desperately trying to distract yourself from the burning in your cheeks. “Like, where?”
Your question had slipped out without a second thought, and when Bokuto chuckled, the flush spread to your chest.
“Maybe you’re right,” he pondered. “Let’s go slower than that.” A huff, then his voice returned, excited. “All right, I got it. Think of me, all right?”
“Kou, I already tried that.”
“I know, baby, I know. But now you can actually hear me, and you don’t have to imagine a thing. Leave it to me.”
You were grateful he accepted your timid silence as approval.
“Okay, so… think of me touching you, right? Like I’m right there in front of you, baby, and I’m just running my hands all over you-”
“Kou?” you cut him off, blindly picking at your fingernails.
“What’s up? You wanna stop?”
“Can you touch yourself too?” And it’s when he falls silent that you realize how awkward that sounded. “Ah shit, I-I mean, like, I just kinda felt awkward doing it alone and like I felt like if you were doing it too I’d feel better about it and-”
“God, YN, you thought I wasn’t doing that already?”
“What?”
He scoffs, and shame begins to sour your anticipation.
“The second you said you were touching yourself to the thought of me, babe, I was at it. You seriously thought I was gonna sit here and just let you play with yourself while I’m over here just listening?”
“I mean, a little…”
“Shit, YN. I let you tie me up once and suddenly you think I like being blue-balled.”
“Well…”
“It was one time!”
“Whatever, Kou! Can we just…get back to what we were doing?”
“Fine, fine. But we’re discussing this later.”
“Okay, okay. Just get on with it, will you? Please, Kou, I…” you pause, body once more growing aware of the situation between your legs. “I need your help.”
“I know, babe.” Bokuto gulps, taking a second to relax himself once more. You’re busying yourself with fiddling with the bottom of your tank top now, tempted to just lift off the damned thing along with the rest of your clothes.
But you’re a little curious if Bokuto would mind that.
“All right, sweetheart. Like I said, follow my lead.”
You hum.
“I want you to imagine me there, right on top of you, baby. Think of how I’d push your shirt up, how I’d run my hands up your sides. Do that to yourself for me, will you, sweetheart?”
You listen and copy his words, running your hands underneath the cotton hem and brushing your fingertips along your hips, just as Bokuto had done so many times.
Well, it wasn’t perfect. But his voice certainly helped.
“Go up higher, baby. I want you to hold those pretty tits of yours.
“God, I can almost feel ‘em in my hands. So soft, always wanna keep my hands there. So fuckin’ pretty.”
“Kou…” You do as he asks, but it’s not enough. You want more, now.
“I know, I know. But remember, sweetheart, I said we’re taking things slow tonight.”
“But-”
“Now touch yourself. Imagine my hands playing with those cute little nipples of yours, baby. Make ‘em all tight and perky for me.” Hesitantly, you follow his lead. Your fingers draw circles, tug and caress like how you remember he would after long days. How his hands would yank off your shirt before palming and squeezing and stroking. Some days he was really mean, and your hips shifted at the thought of the dark marks he would leave scattered along your chest.
“Feel good?” His voice is breathless, and you’re a little uncertain of whether that means your soft moans had somehow passed through the phone line despite how much you’d suppressed them. Though, Bokuto did like you loud.
“So good,” you pant, hands still toying almost torturously. “But I want more, Kou, please.”
“Fuck, baby, I ever tell you how cute you are when you beg?”
“Kou…”
“Fine, fine. But you know I’d play with your pretty tits longer than that. From now on, let’s go at my pace.”
Fuck. You knew Bokuto had a pace, but when it came to nights like these, it was slower than you’d expect. Though most nights Bokuto jumped you and kept at it like a rabbit, there were just some days where he dragged things out, usually just to hear you beg for him. An ego boost, or whatever. Like he needed it.
“Slowly, sweetheart, bring your hands down to your thighs and spread ‘em, nice and gentle–you know how I’d peel ‘em apart.” He broke off into a grunt. “And t-then stroke the insides of your thighs, baby.”
“Kou?”
“What’s up?”
“Do,” you clench your jaw, telling yourself to get over the embarrassment by now. “-Do you want me to take my clothes off?”
“Fuck, you still have any on? Why?”
“Oh.” You took that as a cue to tear off your tank top and sweatpants, a little ashamed by the eagerness with which you did it. That feeling only grew when you squirmed out of your panties, catching a glimpse of the glistening stain left on them.
An idea hit you, and though you knew it would only make you flush more, you wanted to hear his reaction.
“Kou?”
“Are they off?”
“My panties are soaked.”
The reaction was instant.
“Jesus–fuck,” Bokuto hissed under his breath. You heard something akin to skin on skin as his cursing hitched, and a strangled groan filled your ears.
“Fucking tease,” he rasped when he finally seemed to stop himself from going too far. There was a tension in his voice that warned you he wanted revenge. “Put both hands on that wet little pussy, sweetheart. For that, I wanna hear it.”
Finally. The second your dominant hand made contact with your swollen clit, your hips jerked up without volition. “Sh-it.”
“Nu-uh, YN. Keep them there. Two inside, one on your clit. Nice and slow.”
It was hard to keep a steady, controlled pace. Your hips kept bucking, your back kept arching, and the two fingers Bokuto had ordered deep inside you weren’t reaching that little spot he seemed to have memorized like the back of his hand.
The lone index finger you kept circling your clit wasn’t doing your sanity any favors. The muscles of your thighs began to tremble in sheer desire of some actual force, a little muscle behind the action.
“YN,” Bokuto’s tone was low, warning. The second you’d sped up your hands to meet your needs, Bokuto could hear your closed-mouth whimpers growing higher.
“Kou,please.”
“Hands off, baby. Completely.”
“Wha…” you opened your mouth in protest, reluctantly pulling two soaked fingers out of your weeping hole and forcing your hand away from your clit.
“I told you to listen, baby. And now that’s all you get to do.”
“Kou, what-”
“Ahh, shit.” You slam your mouth shut, biting your lip at the delicious moans echoing through the phone. “Fuck, so good.”
Bokuto’s strained groans come quick and in between pants. You’re positive there’s a sheen of sweat covering his forehead now, his arm flexed and taut as he strokes himself.
“YN, baby. ‘F-Feels so good.”
“Kou,” you plead, gaze a little unfocused as you listen to his moans while forcing your hands to stay at your sides. You feel yourself twitching, clenching around nothing.
“Fuck, wish I was inside you right now.” Throaty moans now filter through the crackling line, so loud you wonder if the neighboring apartment can hear–not that they shouldn’t be used to it by now. “You’re always so fucking tight, sweetheart. Always so wet and tight on my cock.”
“Kou please, let me-”
“Hold on. Just a little more, baby–fffuck. Know you wanna touch yourself. Spread your legs for me, but don’t touch.”
You peel your knees apart once more, frustrated to no longer have any friction to work with. Your hips roll desperately, but it accomplishes nothing but making you more desperate. You can feel your arousal dripping down, now, soaking into the sheets.
“You remember before I left, sweetheart? Remember how I fucked your pretty little brains out? Never seen you like that before, so pretty and crying over how good my cock felt inside you.”
“Yes, Kou, yes! Please, just let me-”
“Said you couldn’t walk the next day. Said I fucked you so good you couldn’t feel your legs, baby. You feel ‘em now? All spread apart and just fucking shaking? If I fucked you right now, sweetheart, you think you could even think straight?”
“No, Kou, fuck I need you so bad.” You threw an arm over your eyes, the other digging into the sheets as you waited and waited for permission.
“You only got your fingers, and you can’t even use ‘em. All you got is me, the thought of me fucking into you, turning your pretty little brain into mush. Making you feel so good all you can do is cry. Baby, I still got those scratch marks on my back.”
“Kou-”
“Just a few more days, sweetheart, and I’ll have you making new ones. For now though, I suppose I could let you play with yourself.”
You almost cried out in relief, hands darting down to your aching, sopping hole, feeling as it drenched each fingertip with ease.
“Three fingers inside. I know you can take it. Pretend it’s me warming you up for my cock, baby, stretching you out and having you dripping all over my fucking hand.”
He’s right, it is a stretch, and you almost whimper when you press your fingers up and against the little pleasure center deep inside you, fingertips just barely brushing.
“Your little clit hurts so good, doesn’t it, baby? You’re being so mean to it aren’t you, rubbing hard circles into it.”
He pauses, breaking off into a drawn-out groan of your name.
“I don’t care. Go faster.”
And you do, and he’s right, and you just can’t bring yourself to care as you press harsh patterns into your clit, struggling to pump your fingers at the same time without losing pace completely and frustrating yourself.
“That’s it. Say my name, baby. Scream my name while you play with yourself. Couldn’t do that by yourself, could you?”
“Kou–fuck!” You clench your eyes shut, arching your back harder as you speed up your desperate ministrations. Heat gathers at your clit from the friction, and your slick is practically gushing now, loud and pornographic.
Bokuto certainly got what he wished–there was no way he couldn’t hear how wet you were.
“You can only touch yourself with my help, can’t you? So fucking good to me, baby. So pretty playing with your tight little hole like that. Dirty little thing.”
“God, fffuck,” you whimper, back arching when your gushing finally reaches its peak.
“You coming?”
“Y-es!”
“I wanna hear who made you feel this good. Who made you play with your own little pussy so good, baby?”
“Kou! Yes, Kou!”
“Good girl. Good fucking girl.” Bokuto moans one last time, loud and guttural, and the slick of your fingers brushing and kneading your clit becomes too much. Your legs, spread wide and strained, shake with the effort as your back arches against the pillows behind you, head tossed back and mouth open in a silent gasp.
Bokuto soothes you on your way down, small “I love yous”and“so good for mes” traveling over the line. When your body finally stops twitching, you lean over and snag your phone, turning it off speaker and pressing it to your ear.
“Thank you, Kou,” you hum softly, lethargic and exhausted. “That was so much better than last night’s shit show.”
“I’m so relieved, baby.” He pauses, humming. “And glad to know you can’t seem to come without me.”
“Yeah, well, good thing you’re coming back soon. This was good, but…” You sit up, staring at his side of the bed, a little unkempt from you rolling over to it in your sleep night after night. “I wish you were here.”
“I know, baby. I wish you were with me too.”
“It’s so lonely without you.”
“I know. I miss you.”
“Plus I finally found out where you hid those handcuffs after that night.”
“Goddamnit, YN, just throw those fucking things out! I’m not getting blue-balled again!”
USHIJIMA doesn’t understand why you like to feel his hand wrapped around your throat while he’s pounding into you. He’s tried, he really has, but he just doesn’t. But what he does understand is the way your tight, little pussy clamps down around him like a velvety vice as his fingers close around your little neck, squeezing tighter and tighter. The way your eyes roll back into your head, the way your legs start shaking, the way you whine for more. The way your hole sucks him back in every time he draws out to sink even deeper inside you. Thathe understands all too well. So of course he’s going to oblige his precious princess and choke you out as fucks you stupid
ᴛᴀɢꜱ/ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: 18+, smut, soft dom + horse cock Aone, he’s also lovestruck lol, kinda soft smut, sitting cowgirl/cock riding, fucked out expressions, some spit strands lol, no not ecstasy the drug ecstasy the feeling, bit of fluffy angst if you squint, drabble
ᴀ/ɴ:I’ve just been getting more and more fond of Aone recently ₍ᐢ..ᐢ₎
18+ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ! ᴍɪɴᴏʀꜱ: ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛ!
He watches the strand of spit dangling between his lips and yours as he pulls away. He’s in love with the way you don’t seem to care.
No, you’re too fucked out for that. Every inch of his cock has been buried so deep inside you for so long – stretching you, moulding you, claiming you – that your eyes are starting to roll back in your head.
That expression – that wonderful expression. Ecstasy eyes as he grips you by the hips and pulls you down onto him in such a firm, passionate pace.
“Look at me,” Aone says, panting; his chest rumbling against your ribcage. It’s an order, but it’s soft and adoring, hovering between a demand and a plea.
And of course, you obey, looking him in the eyes as you slop around his girth to the rhythm his own hands have set.
“Good girl,” he breathes, admiring you in your entirety. The shape of your chest, and stomach, and thighs, the sweat drenching your skin, the twitching of your muscles, the lust in your looseness around such a large, thick cock. All of it. He’s consumed by it. Hypnotised.
But most importantly, by those eyes. Those ecstasy eyes as you break and cum around his cock again, that he is sure he could watch forever and ever. On loop, on repeat. He would be happy.
“Please don’t ever get tired of me,” he whispers in your ear as you hang from his neck, gasping through your high.
He didn’t mean to say it out loud, and yet there it was – thrown between you to be judged.
But to his surprise, your hips are already moving again, grinding against his and determined as you find his lips, whimpering as you willfully overstimulate yourself.
wc:0.7kword vomit again I’m sorry ♀️ also watch out for interchanging verb tenses lol /gen
warnings:18+ MINORS DNI, ALL CHARACTERS ARE AGED 18+/POST-TIMESKIP, dubcon/cnc, threesome, oral (f! & m!receiving), impact play (spanking), consensual somnophilia, daddy kink, nipple play, deepthroating, dacryphilia (if you squint). If there’s something missing lmk ♀️
a/n:this is my very first (and last—won’t do it again sorry /lh /gen) Kinktober entry; an early entry for @kireirengokuand@cherrykamado’sKinktober 2021 joint collab (Day 23: Threesome). I’ve had a different idea to submit for this collab than this, feat. a mean!dom!Kenma but siiiiiiiigh ♀️. Thank you wifey @atsumintheformaking you skdndskkckdjf beta-reading it and @bvnnichuu for giving me spicy Kuroken thirsts Dedicated to @kuriskhaos to which the idea of having a seggsy threesome with Kuroo and Kenma is born—thank you ♀️♥️ also if T*mblr decides again not to show this again in the tags istg I’ll transfer it to my AO3 ♀️ /gen
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