Tags: fem!reader, virgin!reader, age gap (readers age is not specified but is over 18), corruption, slight dacryphilia, size kink, pain kink, sloppy oral, body worship, mentions/imagery of non/dubcon, it’s a little bit melancholy but not angsty
From.Chiwhorei:god i forget how to fucking format this shit HI HELLO I HAVE BUGS IN MY BRAIN AND ALL I DO IS THINK ABOUT JIRAIYA. If you’ve had the misfortune of speaking to me recently, you know this already. If you’re here for content from a fandom that’s not been dead for years— i don’t really know what to tell you. If you’re here for old men fuckery, you win and you are correct. I had lovely fwiends read this over for me and hype me up to post again, thank you so much @titan-fodder@lady-laurenand@whats-her-quirk i am ever grateful for you.<33
It’s hard, so hard, to keep his eyes on you.
Steamy black threatens to roll right through the back of his skull. He’s got to keep his composure, steady the shaking intake of breath at every shy bob of your head. What you lack in experience, you sure make up for in enthusiasm.
Your lips stretch far past their limit, curling inward to hug tightly around his thick shaft.
“Fuck.”
Jiraiya doesn’t want to miss a second of this, of you, but every whisper of contact your lips promise is enough to drive any man to insanity.
“Am- am I doing okay?” You pull those precious lips away from him, eyes jumping between his and the weeping cock in your hands.
God, Jiraiya thinks to himself, a small laugh bubbling from his chest, it feels like I’m eighteen again.
Warnings: explicit smut, unprotected sex, daddy kink, degradation/humiliation, exhibitionism/semi-public sex, cum play, cheating/infidelity, age gap, mild allusion to violence at the end
A/N: Thanks for the request anon, I apologize for it taking as long as it has! I strayed a little from the request, but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless. Not beta read, this Captain goes down with her ship!
As always my content is 18+ only MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.
Perfectly manicured fingernails rake over toned muscles, the fading sun casting an orange glow to the sun-kissed skin. Soft blonde hair soaks with sweat. Tender lips nip at every inch of your skin they can find, moving non stop as filthy words flow from his mouth.
You shouldn’t be doing this. Putting Atsumu’s life at risk.
Sure, you’d spent the entire summer shamelessly flirting with the younger boy- man, he’d declare with a scowl if he could read your mind. You never imagined that all of your not-so-subtle actions would lead you here, pinned against the side of your pool house with his thick length dragging so deliciously along the walls of your soaked cunt.
“Such a fucking naughty girl. Ya get off on this shit don’t ya? Knowing yer husband is right out there, that he could walk in at any minute and catch ya here, stuffed full of my cock and crying like a fuckin’ virgin.”
Your head falls back against the wall, your pussy clenching down around him. He’s right after all- you do love this. The thrill of getting caught, sure, who doesn’t love a risky tryst every now and then. But what really does it for you is how absolutely huge he feels splitting you open. It’s like nothing you’ve ever felt before. Cock drunk on the satisfaction that comes from finally being filled, stretched to your limits. “Fuck, Daddy,” you pant, nails digging in more harshly against his skin. A hiss flies through his clenched teeth, but he doesn’t falter, pounding into you relentlessly.
“Or maybe ya get off knowin’ yer precious baby boy is out there. Ya can hear him, can’t ya? Laughin’ with his friends just on the other side o’ the pool. What would he think if he saw ya like this? If he realized his sweet little mommy was nothin’ more than another cockhungry, trophy whore? Maybe we should show him, hmmm? Show him what yer really like.”
It’s absurd the way you clench ever harder around him, so close to the brink of euphoria you can taste it. You should be appalled at the thought of your husband catching you, knowing that he’d make Atsumu disappear before the sun could finish setting. You should be mortified at the idea of your son seeing you split open like this, a puddle on the pool house floor from just how wet you are for his friend. But you only feel that needy desire coiling tighter and tighter in your belly. “P-please, Daddy,” you whine against his cheek, lips seeking his.
“How. the. Fuck. are. Ya. still. So. goddamn. Tight.” Atsumu barks out through gritted teeth, each word punctuated with a long, deep thrust as he batters your cervix. “Yer husband must be slackin’ for you to be like this. So wet. So tight. So fucking desperate.”
You can feel the pulse of his cock deep, the slap of his heavy balls against your ass as he moves even quicker within you. He’s close. The thought of him spilling within you, of walking around for the remainder of the party with his seed dripping from your abused cunt is what does it- pushing you over the edge into that glorious bliss you knew that he could bring you.
Atsumu is quick to follow suit, stilling as he buries his head in the crook of your neck, teeth scraping against your skin as he lets out the prettiest high pitched moan. It’s music to your ears, a sound you wish you’d spent the entire summer hearing on repeat.
He sets you gently to your feet, helping you pull up your discarded swim bottoms. His calloused palms slide against the smooth skin of your inner thigh, higher and higher until his finger tips are gliding through your folds, collecting the cum dripping out of you. He pushes it back inside, pressing an entirely too sweet kiss to your lips. His mischievous grin catches you off guard, eyes narrowing as you watch him press his cum covered fingers to your lips, spreading the sticky mixture across them. “Be a good little whore for yer Daddy and go give your husband a nice, wet kiss, yeah?”
He pulls up his swim shorts, walking away with an exaggerated wink thrown back over his shoulder. You peek out of the pool house window, careful to stay hidden from view. A goofy grin stretches across his swollen lips as he flops down onto the lounge chair beside his twin brother, leaning over to whisper something into the grey haired boy’s ear. Osamu’s eyes scrunch in disbelief, his lips turning at the edges in a barely noticeable frown. You busy yourself with looking presentable as you walk out the back of the pool house, taking the long way around to rejoin your husband and his friends.
Gods, does Atsumu feel good. His dick is still coated in your slick, his balls significantly lighter after that hearty release. Best of all is the pure satisfaction of being able to prove his twin wrong. Osamu said he’d never get you to hook up with him, that you were too good for that. Oh how wonderful it feels to be right, especially when Oamu is wrong.
Leaning over the short gap between his lounge chair and the seat ‘Samu occupies, he whispers those lovely words, laughing at his brother’s disbelief. Across from his twin, their best friend Suna’s eyes narrow.
“What are you two whispering about?”
Atsumu accepts the money that Osamu disgruntedly offers him, shrugging with a shit eating grin splitting across his cheeks.
“This idiot fucked yer mom.”
From the other side of the table, Aran groans, pushing to his feet and glaring at them. “Whatever shit you two are about to get into, count me out. Bunch of children, that’s what you are.” Atsumu can only laugh as his oldest friend (aside from Osamu of course) walks away.
Suna pushes to his feet suddenly, towering over Atsumu. He should’ve known that stupid ‘Samu wouldn’t be able to keep his mouth shut. Oh well, the punch will be worth it.
Genre:Smut Notes: written for @cherrykamado’sslutty old men collab! Warnings: 18+, police run-in, restraints/cuffs, age gap, spanking, sir kink, sort of cheating??, bimbofication, DDLG dynamics, fingering, slight exhibitionism, degradation, masturbation mention, oral (m + f receiving), praise, vaginal sex, cum eating. Words:3.9k
The flashing of red and blue isn’t a foreign spectacle when you live in the city. It’s rare that an individual will find themselves more than a ten-minute walk away from a crime being committed. That’s why it doesn’t phase either of the Fushiguro men as they walk side by side with their takeout food in each of their hands. Conversation is stiff, as it often is. Limited to mundane things, how the food tastes and how eerily black the sky is tonight. Another thing they used to be able to bond over was their shared love of pussy. But Toji thinks Megumi has started to turn into one since becoming whipped by a new piece of skirt. They aren’t even dating, and yet, he seems to have lost interest in all other women. He shouldn’t talk about her, he said. But – he couldn’t help himself. Pussy like hers is once in a lifetime.
OPEN TO : f / nb. PLOT : brian went to a bar to meet a date only to get #ghosted. but it’s okay because he ran into your muse! CONNECTION : exes daughter/sister, friends daughter/sister, sisters friend, literally anything!
“ mm, so i’ve been caught. “ brian muses, fingers reaching to scratch at his freshly shaved jaw with one hand while other is still wrapped around his bottle of beer. saturday night was supposed to be an easy going one, had set up a date with some girl he met on a dating app only to get the sorry, have 2 reschedule xx text half an hour after he arrived. figured he’d stick around the homely bar and enjoy a few before heading home for the night. he’s on his third one when familiar face slides into seat beside him. lifting bottle to his lips, he takes a short gulp before clearing his throat, leaning elbows against the table. “ what are you doin here tonight? don’t they check ID’s at the door? “ a small jest at the age gap between them as brian spreads his lips into a grin.
“haha,funny,” dani replied with a sarcastic smile, shaking her head. “i’m well over twenty-one, thank you very much.” she’d been just as surprised to see him there as he seemed to be to see her — it wasn’t often she ran into her best friend’s older brother around town. it was probably for the best, because she’d had a painfully intense crush on him since she was about twelve, and she still had to work hard not to turn into a stammering, blushing mess around him. something about tonight felt different, though. they’d had a few drinks of their own, and it seemed to be giving them confidence. “why are you sitting here drinking all alone?” they asked, tone playful, though they were more curious than anything else. “or are you waiting for someone?” god, that would be embarrassing. she glanced around as if looking for his date, no doubt some willowy blonde with legs for days and perfect teeth. yet there was no one to be seen.
