HANDS WHERE I CAN SEE ‘EM // corrupt cop! gojo x f! reader
includes:DARK CONTENT // 20+ // minors and under-20s DO NOT INTERACT please // NONCON // bully! cop! g. satoru, fem! sub! reader, blackmail,abuse of power, anti-police rhetoric, gun play,noncon touching, groping, breeding kink,dacryphilia,semi-brat taming, fear kink, stockholm syndrome-y?
themes:Corrupt Cop! AU | Power Dynamics | Strangers to Enemies
prompt:This is for the @novaresquep0rn themed xxxhub collab! I came up with corrupt cop! gojo x barely legal slut. Tysm for letting me join, and big congrats on your milestone!
summary:You and your friend get pulled over after a party. You don’t want to get in trouble, and Officer Gojo doesn’t want you to either. He just wants you to be safe—
You stare at the lights in the side view mirror. Red and blue, blinding. Especially this late at night.
“I’m so fucked,” your best friend says, gripping the steering wheel.
“No you’re not,” you snap, trying to maintain control although you don’t believe it yourself. “Just stay calm, okay?”
She looks at you, eyes wide and mouth open to argue, but the officer who has pulled her over appears at her side, peering down to get a look at you both.
“License and registration.”
“Yes sir,” she says, fishing for her wallet.
“Do you know why I pulled you over?”
“…No?”
He huffs, his wicked grin making your heart pound with nerves.
The officer leans his forearms on the window frame, getting comfortable. “Well I can smell the alcohol on you. That explains the driving.”
You see the ID in her hand, but she hesitates. He opens his hand, forcing her to hand it over. You both watch in stiff silence, holding your breath as he scans the ID. The only sound is that of him smacking his chewing gum. You’re not sure how he can read with that blindfold over his eyes, but he catches it quickly.
“Barely legal and already getting into trouble, huh?” he says, looking up at your friend.
Warning: MDNI, smut, fem bodied reader, aged up characters (all 20+), breeding kink, creampie, lots of cum, pregnancy kink, a lil fluff in Shinsou’s, established relationships, that pro hero life.
A/n: I wrote this a while ago and it was supposed to be a funny little drabble about saying something out of pocket to your boyfriend. But somewhere along the line it got out of control. Now it’s pretty much a breeding kink drabble. Sorry. not sorry
Promt:
Him: “gimme kiss”
You: “I’ll give you a son”
Bakugou
This man would freeze up for a second, looking at you with furrowed brows to check if you’re being serious. Seeing that look on your face, he knows that you are, so he doesn’t even hesitate when he grabs his phone to call his agency, saying he’s taking the weekend off for “family reasons”. He will then proceed to ruthlessly fuck you full of his cum, not daring to pull out after each load to make sure it stays inside. Not even in your bedroom room either. No, he’ll grab you from wherever you’re standing, bending you over the closest surface and taking you right then and there. He will only bring you to the bed when your legs start to give out and there’s so much of yours and his cum leaking down your legs. But even then, it won’t be enough for him as he continues to shoot load after load in your already full womb. No trying for weeks with Bakugou, this man is making sure you get pregnant tonight.
Thinkin’ about Alpha!Dabi this morning, who knows he’s too big for his smol omega whenever he busts a thick load inside her, but he just doesn’t care ❤️ she feels too good, too tight, too warm. And the onset of her heat brings out his rut, so soon enough, he can’t stop thrusting into her, feeling his cock get larger and larger, until he’s hunching over her from behind, teeth gritted and low growls surfacing from his throat. He knots her, whispering filth in her ear with a strained, raspy voice.
Gonna knock you up. Gonna give you my fucking kids. You want that, don’t'cha, doll? Wanna be round with your alpha’s babies. Wanna be known as my little omega slut. Oh fuck, good girl. Milk my cock. Squeeze out every drop, baby.
There she was again. The only mortal brave enough to venture this far into my wood. The deep brown and greens of her dress nearly blending into the field, shielding her from unwanted attention if anyone were to pass by.
Not that they would ever reach her. I would never let anyone disturb her here.
The small outcrop of gneiss completes a rudimentary semi circle around where she kneels. I release a piece of myself, allowing for transformation into a single black crow. I can see her better as it settles on the top of one of the stones. She isn’t phased by the blood stains scorched into the earth beneath her, nor is she put off by the mess of bones- some animal, some human, some belonging to other more sinister creatures. Instead her (e/c) eyes shimmer with curiosity and reverence.
A breeze whips through the air, blowing around her in a way that makes her look more like the witch the townspeople claim her to be. It’s thrilling, watching her like this. Knowing how easily she worships me despite never having seen me. Would she be terrified if she came face to face with me? The thought of her horrified face makes my cock throb beneath the loose fabric spread across my hips.
But it isn’t time yet. She isn’t ready. I can tell by her smell as it is carried on the breeze. Her womb is too young, too immature to bear the weight of my offspring.
So I wait. Watching each time she visits my altar, leaving small offerings she has crafted for me. Yearning for a taste of her essence.
One day I will devour her- mind, body, and soul.
An awful stench lingers in the air. The scent of a Witcher. A young one. He’s too bold as he stalks through my wood. His blade carries the fresh blood of one of the wolves from my pack. He hadn’t even hesitated before slaughtering the innocent pup.
My blood boils as I follow his trail toward the village. His life will be forfeit as penance for the life he took.
I hover near the edge of the tree line, hidden from sight as my eyes search for him. A heavy breath absorbs his horrid smell, but then something softer, sweeter overtakes it. Your scent. I’d recognize it anywhere.
A staggering possessiveness rushes through my body, stirring the already suffocating anger consuming me. How dare he approach you, tainting your home with his filth. He wants to steal you away from me. To sway your devotion, wearing you down and reshaping your mind until your another mindless drone. Until you wish to see me destroyed.
But he doesn’t know. He doesn’t see you as I do. The truth buried in your wide, innocent eyes. You’re already mine.
He needs to learn, to see the reality of his mistake. To suffer the consequences from his attempt to steal you away.
Night has already fallen as I make my decision. Easily concealing my movement as I make my way toward your home. I’m grateful that your work as an herbalist has kept you near the forest’s edge. It makes what I’m about to do so much simpler.
You need the coin.
The words rattle repeatedly through your mind as you search through your myriad of ingredient jars, gathering what the Witcher had requested. You can feel the heavy weight of his eyes roaming your body unwanted. It’s disgusting, pathetic really, how arrogant he is. His thoughts written clear as day across his jagged face. He thinks he can have you, lay claim to your body with the same ease he collects a bounty.
You jerk upright when you feel him step closer, hands lingering near your hips as he leans closer. A soft vibrating sound disturbs his approach, an annoyed ‘shit’ falling from his lips as he heads toward the door, drawing his sword.
It happens both incredibly fast and seemingly in slow motion. The roots that rip through the earthen floor of your home, slamming into his back and pinning him to the wall. Blood seeps from the wounds in small rivers, his sword now lying on the ground at his feet. The most disturbing tearing sound fills the space as he is turned to face you, his eyes lost, barely remaining conscious from the shock.
The back window bursts inward, a swirling mass of crows pouring through the small opening. Your eyes fly shut, arms shielding your face against the chaos of flapping wings. The thundering sound quiets, leaving only your panicked breaths and the shallow, pained inhales of the Witcher. Letting your arms fall to your sides, your entire body freezes. Eyes wide, mouth slack, limbs locked in place.
He’s here.
The forest guardian.
He’s real.
Towering before you.
The dark depths of his eye are empty, yet you can feel the ferocity of his stare as he watches you.
Visiting his shrine was only a comforting ritual you had carried on from your youth. Sure, you’d heard the stories, the whispers from drunken townsmen about the fearsome creature who wandered these woods. You’d grown up hearing tales from your grandmother about the forest gods, how they protected it.
You’d just never fallen prey to actually believing in them. They were stories told to scare children, to prevent them from straying too far from home.
Yet here he stood, maybe a foot away from you.
It was terrifying. His presence alone made your knees feel weak, threatening to collapse beneath you. A pained groan drew your attention back to the other side of the room where the Witcher was struggling against the Ushijima’s hold.
Suddenly it made sense. The Witcher was here to kill Ushijima. And you’d been helping him.
Oh god.
You were basically the Witcher’s accomplice at this point. You’d unintentionally signed your own death wish.
But why didn’t it feel like Ushijima wanted to kill you? You couldn’t exactly place the heavy tension in the air, but it wasn’t death. Pain, absolutely, but death? You couldn’t sense his true intent. And that was even more petrifying.
The forest guardian took a large stride toward you, lingering inches away from your huddled form. It was instinctual for your body to curl in on itself in his presence, your breath trapped in your lungs and your heart threatening to burst out of your chest and fall to the floor.
A hand- could you call it that? It resembled more of a claw or an antler than a hand. You shuddered as it dragged along the skin of your cheek, down the expanse of your neck and over the swell of your breast before stopping over your heart. Tears filled your eyes as a thick root wrapped its way up your body, curling around your throat and forcing you to meet his empty gaze.
A single breath, a heartbeat, that’s all it took for realization to sink in. That intent you couldn’t place standing stark before you. Want. Dark, possessive desire. Ushijima wants to devour you.
It’s easy to recognize the moment my little acolyte realizes why I’m here. Her features shift from confused fear to pure, unadulterated horror.
It’s even more attractive than I had imagined.
My cock springs to life beneath its cover. I have to take her, to taste her, to feel her warm, wet insides wrapped around me. There is no more waiting- the time has come for me to claim her.
I panic, arms shooting up to claw at the root wrapped around me, desperate to escape Ushijima’s clutches, to run away. Thicker roots cinch around my ankles, forcing my legs apart as his razor sharp claws easily glide through the fabric of my dress, nicking the skin on my sternum, before the material falls to the floor in tatters.
The growl that emanates from the beast before me is equal parts nightmarish and captivating, wetness growing in my center. He huffs a deep inhale, as if he could sense the effect his noises are having on me. I don’t know what’s worse, the smoldering fear over what he intends to do to me or the consuming shame at my body’s reaction to him.
I barely have time to react when my body is thrown backward, my stomach colliding with the side of my table, face pressed harshly into the rough wooden surface, panties shredded leaving me exposed to the cool air, a sharp exhale breathed in response. I want to struggle, to fight against his hold, but it’s very evident that it would be no use. I could never overpower Ushijima, he’s the god of the forest. So I don’t even try. I just accept my fate, willing this to end quickly.
There is no prep, no exploration, no skin to skin contact until I feel the tip of his cock gliding along my slit. A rumbling sound echoes from his chest, what I can imagine is appreciation for my wetness. My teeth grind against my cheek as I tense, waiting for him to start to push into me.
As if he’d be that gentle. I doubt he even knows the meaning of the term.
A scream rips from my lungs as he sheaths himself within me in a single, powerful thrust. It’s too much. He’s too big, stretching me beyond my limits. Darkness surges at the edges of my vision, my body overwhelmed by the pain that sweeps through me.
There is no adjusting, no pleasure to dull the pain. A distance sob echoes through the room around us, and I faintly recognize that I am crying, cheeks wet from the heavy flow of tears rolling down them.
“Please. Please stop.” The words come out on a pained breath, falling on deaf ears. Each drag of his massive cock along my walls sends pain shooting through every nerve in my body, like being struck by lightning- repeatedly. “Please,” I begged again. He must hear me this time, but he still doesn’t relent. The root around my throat tightens to the point of becoming unbearable, my vision swimming as I struggle to pull oxygen into my lungs. They burn from the lack of air, I can’t breathe. I’m going to die, he’s going to kill me, he’s-
Ushijma’s hips slam violently against my ass once more before he stills, warmth flooding into my abused core more deeply than I’d ever imagined was possible. His roots unwind from my figure, dropping me unceremoniously to the earth, bruised, bloodied, and broken beyond repair.
A deep, gruff voice speaks, but as his lips do not move I know he has entered my mind, uttering only one profoundly alarming word:
To put it mildly, Grim Dawn has monsters taking women and children and using them for breeding. I had to stop playing coz that made me physically sick. Fuck that shit.
psstt i never got a chance to thank this person who has been taking care of me since i was ar15 until im now ar57 until we cooped again recently and i, for once, was able to defend me and their ass which is kinda funny bcs it was just me spamming in chat abt im being attacked help, its a pleasure to thirst with you <3 @shadowarchon not me posting smut durinf ramadhan lmao
if anything, you knew that yashiro commissioner is a family man. he spoke nothing but the best for his clan, for his sister, for his family. they are lucky, loved by a man of that well, you couldn’t help but sometime to waddle in envy. you are far from it. the idea of family felt nothing like a heavy dull weight on your shoulder. your loyalty lies with the grand narukami shrine and the electro archon you held close to heart.
not in the hand of the man who finds interest in worshipping you instead.
⇢ plot: Uh-oh, you’re ovulating and Dabi and Shigaraki find out
⇢ warnings: 18+, drinking, kissing, semi-consensual sex, a bit of force, teasing, mentioning of breeding, cervical mucus. vaginal sex, orgasm, cream pie, cum, offers of cuddles but not really
⇢ NO MINORS ALLOWED!!!
personal note: this came to me at ‐ uhm - 3am in the morning.
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The sharp pain, more like a dull cramp on the side of your abdomen, had been bugging you all day. It was getting on your nerves and you were really aggravated.
Luckily, most members were gone and you were alone in the lounge. Expecting your boss and his stitchy sidekick to return soon, you were tidying up a bit, wiping off the tables and straightening out the chairs and tables.
As you heard the familiar sound of the door opening, you turned around to be greeted by Shigaraki and Dabi, just as expected.
They sauntered over to the bar, sitting down on the stools. As Kurogiri wasn’t there, you stepped behind the bar and prepared two whiskeys for them.
“Join us, doll,” Dabi patted the empty bar stool between them and with a suggestive grin on his face, motioning you to come over.
Warnings: Alcohol Consumption, Dubcon, Voyeurism, over the pants handjob, thigh riding, mentions of cheating by other people, oral (female receiving), unprotected sex, slight breeding kink
Author’s Note: This is one of two pieces I am writing for the intoxicated collab. Big thanks to the other members who suggested I do this fic along with my Iwaizumi fic. Shoutout to Wing, Shae, and Psyche for betaing this for me. Thanks to Whorehouse for supporting my first dip into smut/dubcon.
“Can you pick up more Everclear and whatever mixer you want on your way over?”
Picking up your phone to read Yaku’s text, you huff. He clearly didn’t plan it well if he needed you to pick up more, but also it wasn’t that bad since you could pick the mixer. Normally he decides on what is being mixed for the night, so it was a nice change. You shot back a quick text to tell him okay while you finished getting ready. In another room in your apartment, your two best friends were also getting ready. The three of you were close since your first year when you all lived on the same floor.
It just happened that all three of you were now dating boys that were in the same frat. You had your beloved Morisuke, while your two friends were dating Iwaizumi and Oikawa respectfully. Although that didn’t stop them from joking about switching partners for a night to see what it would be like. From the whispers that Yaku heard, it might be that night since their boyfriends were possibly planning on switching tonight, girlfriends knowing or not.
As you finished zipping up your skirt and adjusting your shirt, a soft knock was heard on your door.
“Come in!” Turning to see Azumi’s face peer through the door. All you had left was a bit of makeup before heading out. “What’s up?”
“You almost ready to head out? Tooru wants to know when to expect the three of us.” She was dressed similarly to you, her skirt a bit longer than yours. Her necklace being the most prominent thing she wore; a gift from Tooru for her birthday last year with his name on it. You asked Mori for one, and he promised you he would be getting you one soon enough.
“Mori texted me that he needs me to stop and get more alcohol and mixer, so I will have to meet you guys there.”
“Oh, is he letting you pick the mixer this time? I’m amazed.”
“Yeah, he never does, but you two can go on ahead of me. I just have to stop by real quick and grab it.”
“If you say so, we will see you there.” She gave you a smile before closing your door, turning back to your mirror to finish putting on your makeup. Finishing off your look, you apply your favorite lipstick and eyeliner.
When you stopped to get more Everclear, you decided on lemonade this time, wanting to not taste the alcohol as much and instead just get as drunk as possible. There was a chance Yaku already had his drink mixed but wanted you to get your own. The two of you tended to not drink whatever was the main drink of the night. Not that he never let you, since before you two got together that was the only way you could get any drinks. Now that you were together, you shared whatever he bought.
Your arms were full, but you had texted your boyfriend that you were almost there, smiling as you saw him waiting outside.
“Angel, there you are, let me get those.” He hurried towards you, taking the bottles from you before ushering you in. “Let’s go get your drink mixed and say hi to everyone.”
It didn’t take long for you and Yaku to determine your spot for the night. Most of the time you two just watched everyone else’s interactions while you two got drunk, but it never failed for you two to somehow put on a tiny show before disappearing for the night. Most newcomers to their parties always felt a little awkward when your shows happened, while those who were around more often were used to the display and knew that it meant you both were going to disappear soon.
You spotted your two best friends with their significant others by the tub for the jungle juice. Yaku laughed at the face you made of disgust. He knew you hated jungle juice mainly because you have had one too many bad experiences with it, although it was one of those bad experiences that led you and Yaku to grow closer and eventually date. Since that night, Yaku made you share his drinks with him, even before you got together. You introduced your friends to their now boyfriends, and now the three of you were staples at these parties.
As people began to arrive, you took your spot on Yaku’s lap, looking around and making small talk with people as they came up. You each had your cup of alcohol, Yaku’s hand securely on your hip, his thumb rubbing small circles just under the hem of your shirt.
“Angel, did you hear what Iwa and Oikawa are planning for tonight?” He leaves a small kiss on your shoulder before looking up at you and taking a drink.
“Yeah, switching partners for the night. Not that my best friends know what to expect, but I don’t think they will mind.” A smirk rested upon your face as you took a drink, it amused you to see Yaku raise his eyebrow at your statement.
“You know something I don’t? Are you saying the girls also planned this?” He set his drink to the table next to you both as he brought you down for a quick kiss.
Wrapping your free arm around his neck, you brought your mouth close to his ear. “In case you didn’t know, the girls were discussing what it would be like to switch men for a night anyways.” You give him a quick kiss to his temple before sitting back upright.
“Who knew that the four of them would be thinking the same thing?”
Before you could respond, Atsumu wandered up to you both. “Four of who? Iwa, Oikawa, and their girls?”
“Yeah, ‘Tsumu, looks like we get some entertainment tonight.” Yaku took another drink while Atsumu sat down next to you both.
“Ya not wantin’ in on their plans, Mori?” Atsumu nudged his friend a bit, ignoring the glare.
“You know he doesn’t like to share, ‘Tsumu, don’t tease Mori.” You could feel Yaku’s grip on your hip tighten as his fingers dug into the fabric of your skirt. “Even if he did, it wouldn’t be with those two or anyone from this frat at least.”
“I know he won’t share ya, but now I’m curious if he did, who it would be with.” Atsumu took a swig of his beer before making eye contact with Yaku once more. The two were a close pair, but not as close as Yaku was with Kuroo.
“Well, if I had to share… let me think.” You knew what his answer would be, and it was all to get under Atsumu’s skin. “I would have to say ‘Samu. At least he isn’t part of this frat.”
You couldn’t help but almost giggle at Atsumu’s face. The last thing he wanted to know was the fact that Yaku would willingly share you with his own brother.
“Don’t be upset, ‘Tsumu. I’m sure if you asked Iwa or Oikawa, they’d be willin’ to share with you as well.” You took your hand and gently ruffled the blond’s hair before taking another drink. If there was one thing you knew, it was that Yaku and Atsumu respected one another and were good friends outside of their little bickers.
“Ya know they wouldn’t let me. Maybe Oikawa, but Iwa wouldn’t let me come within five feet of his girl.” His frown was evident, and you knew that you should try and cheer him up.
“I’ll try and talk to Iwa if everything goes well for them tonight. How ‘bout that, ‘Tsumu?” Satisfied with that answer, he got up, giving you a pat on the head and Yaku a nod while he went to find his possible hookup of the night.
It was a comfortable silence for a few minutes while you and Yaku looked on at everyone else, watching as they all were slowly getting more drunk and their inhibitions were getting lower. It didn’t take long before you both saw Oikawa wander off to another part of the house with Iwa’s girlfriend.
While you tried to see exactly where they went, you felt a soft tap to your chin, looking towards Yaku. “You want a shot, angel? I’ll share with you.” He knew the answer to that question as a bright smile spread across your face, along with a nod.
Removing his hand from your hip, he leaned over to grab the bottle of Everclear that you both would use later should you need more mixed drinks. Unscrewing the cap, Yaku brought the bottle up to his lips and drank some, keeping a bit in his mouth. After placing the bottle down, he gently grabbed your chin and brought you in for a kiss, his tongue asking for entrance into your mouth. As soon as you do, he pushes the alcohol from his mouth to his, breaking the kiss after to let you swallow. As soon as you finished, you pulled him back in for another kiss, trying to fight for dominance for once. He humored you for a moment before turning the tables, earning a small giggle from you once you broke apart.
“Let me know when you want another shot, angel.” He smiled at your nod, before you took a drink from your own cup. Noticing it was half empty, you reached down to grab your bottles. Yaku made sure that your skirt didn’t ride up too high while you bent down. While he would like to enjoy the view, he wasn’t willing to let others see.
“You want any, Mori?”
“Nah, you enjoy your lemonade and Everclear. Don’t want to take any from you.”
As you went on, you could see Iwa and Azumi get up to play beer pong. Nudging your boyfriend in the side, you tilted your head towards their direction knowing that they were going to be competing not only with the other team but with each other.
“I can sense the sexual tension between them already.”
“Mhm, it’s only a matter of time before it snaps and they wander off to either his room or Tooru’s.” You took the chance to turn in Yaku’s lap to face him, your skirt flaring out around your legs.
“I give them ten minutes after the game.” Once again, he rested his hand on your hip, his fingers slipping ever so slightly below the hem of your shirt to rub small circles in your skin.
“I give it until she drags him to dance, you know how she is. Once she gets drunk enough and she starts dancing, that’s her queue.” Leaning forward, you press a soft kiss to his forehead. “It is how she met Tooru if you remember, she got drunk enough to just dance and ended up dancing with him before they wandered off.”
“That is true, while we met because you needed someone to take care of your sick self after drinking too much jungle juice.” He took another sip before chuckling at your pout. You hated whenever he brought that up. It was one of your least presentable moments.
“That’s embarrassing and you know it.”
“If anything, it led me to sharing my drinks with you, and from there, us dating.”
“That is very true, but I wish you met me when I wasn’t throwing up in the bathroom.”
“Don’t act like I never noticed your pretty self, I just didn’t know how to talk to you. That accidentally gave me the perfect chance.” Removing his hand from your hip, he brought it up to gently stroke your cheek. The two of you had admired each other from afar, both too shy to talk to the other.
As you finished your next drink, you saw your best friend drag Iwa to dance. “Here we go, turns out I was right.” Yaku looked to the side around your shoulder to see Iwa being dragged to dance. He huffed in annoyance that you were right. Although Azumi was your best friend so you knew their tendencies better than him.
The two of you watched them dance before Iwa made his move. Yaku’s gaze flickered to you as you choke slightly on how straightforward he was, going as far as to place his hand on her throat. “Never knew he could be so…”
“Blunt in his actions?” Nodding slightly at Yaku before turning your gaze back to the pair in question. From there it only took another minute or so until you watched as they wandered off in the direction of Oikawa’s room. “Nothing like fucking your best friend’s girl in his own room it seems.” Yaku sighed before resting his hand back on your hip, squeezing lightly.
“There goes our fun for the night, since no one else is trying to hook up with their friend’s girlfriend.” You smiled as Yaku poured more into your cup. He wasn’t one to let your cup be completely empty, but sometimes it did happen.
“Unless we see ‘Tsumu or someone else try and fail to get laid. ‘Tsumu will probably succeed though because it’s him.”
The two of you went back to watching what was happening around you. A few of your mutual friends wandered up to make short conversations with you both, not wanting to linger around too long just in case that you happened to get horny. By this point, you had drank nearly half a bottle of everclear on your own, not counting the ‘shots’ that Yaku gave you.
“Open.” It was simple but you knew what was going to happen. He took another swig of everclear and proceeded to basically spit the liquid into your mouth. Some still ended up on your skirt and his shirt, and some even clung to his chin. Before he had a chance to bring his hand up to wipe it off, in your haze you leaned forward to gently gather the liquid with your tongue before bringing him into a kiss.
Yaku could tell just from the kiss alone that you were done drinking for the night after this cup, but also that you were becoming desperate for him. The gentle rock of your hips not going unnoticed though the last five minutes.
Pulling away, one of his hands came to rest on your cheek. “Someone becoming a bit desperate?” He took pride in the small whine that escaped your lips made him smile. “Does my angel want to put on a show for everyone around us?” His thumb rubbing along your cheek before swiping towards your lips. As if on some silent command, you brought his thumb into your mouth, looking sweetly at him before he pulled away.
“If you want me to fuck you tonight, I want you to cum once before we disappear. Think you can do that?” He heard a faint yes before starting to shuffle himself and then you. Moving one leg out from under you so you were resting on one of his thighs. “Can you cum just from my thigh? If you do, I promise I’ll fuck you however you want.”
Your breath hitched at the promise of being fucked how you wanted, not that Yaku was a selfish lover. But you both knew that when you were given the chance to decide, that it lit a spark inside of you. This wasn’t a challenge, you had cum on his thigh before, but those times he also touched you. During these moments, when you would put on a show to anyone who happened to gaze your way, Yaku only ever left his hands on your ass, hips, or thighs. Refusing to touch you where you needed him most.
“Need you Mori… “ it was breathless, and barely above a whisper, but Yaku heard it over the sound of the music playing around you. “Want you inside me.”
“If you want me inside you, then you need to be a good girl for me, you can do that right?” He brought his hand under your chin to force you to look at him in the eyes. They were soft but you knew he meant it, he wanted you to be a good girl.
“‘M a good girl, promise Mori.” Your gentle pout about the fact that he was unsure of your ability to be good for him brought a soft smile to his face.
“You’re always such a good girl, the prettiest girl for me. You never disappoint me.” He let his hand fall to rest back on your thigh, his fingers gently brushing against the inside of your thigh. “The sooner you start your little show, the sooner I can be inside you.”
Gently nodding your head. You placed a hand on either side of his head, steadying yourself as you began to gently rock back and forth. It would take you a bit to get over the feeling of being watched. Not that you minded an audience, you just needed to get into a rhythm and focus on chasing your own high against your boyfriend.
Pressing your forehead against his, you could faintly hear his praises as you started to set a pace that was comfortable for you that you could keep without his help. At the same time, you could feel the stares of others around you, mostly of those who might not be used to seeing this display at a party. Faint praises of ‘look at you’, ‘such a good girl’, and ‘look at you putting on a show’.
You knew internally that the pace you were going at wasn’t enough to get you to cum, or at least it would take you longer than you wanted. “M-mori, please touch me somewhere… please.”
Who was he to deny you when you sounded so pretty and out of breath. He could see that the longer you were grinding on him, that the more you became aroused and needy. While he wouldn’t actually touch you where you needed him most, he knew that even brief touches elsewhere would do the job for now.
“If that’s what my pretty baby needs, then how can I deny her?” Setting down his cup on the table beside him, he ran his hands up your thighs, slipping under your skirt. He felt the way your body reacted to his touches, especially since he could feel how wet you were getting. Deciding to plant his hands on your ass, pulling you forward, making you grind down harder than you had been. He smirked as he watched your face twist with pleasure, a gasp escaping your lungs.
He leaned forward to plant kisses along your collarbone and neck. “My pretty baby, you make the most beautiful sounds. To think they are all mine too, it’s a gift to those watching.” He loved feeling your hands move to tug at his hair, the other trailing down his chest. This was your favorite pair of parties, and while he would tell you he wouldn’t touch you, it always ended up with him basically starting to rip your clothing off before you finished.
It was hard to keep your hands to yourself as you ground yourself against his thigh, and with one hard tug on his hair, he got the message and started to randomly flex his thigh. Sending jolts of pleasure spirling through your body. It was almost like a practiced routine, the timing between when you would move forward and when he would flex his thigh.
You could feel the lingering stares, and in the distance you could swear you heard Atsumu make a side comment. Not that you could understand with the way you were feeling and starting to be blissed out on pleasure. Feeling Yakus lips on your neck, while his hands occasionally squeezed your ass, daring to reveal your ass to the party with each movement. The flexing of his thigh sends you closer and closer to your orgasm.
Another tug of his hair earns you the pleasure of hearing his grunt. Although it earned a bite to your collarbone from your lover. Your other hand moved to wander under his shirt, feeling your way back up as you ground your hips harder on his thigh. Tugging on his hair again to bring him into a sloppy kiss, little moans escaping your mouth before separating to catch your breath. His teasing of the possibility of the rest of the party seeing your ass and panties drove you to teasing of your own.
Leaning your head to kiss along his jaw and neck, letting your hand gently fall back down along his chest. Sucking just below his ear, a spot you knew would drive him wild. As your hand dropped down, you started to palm him through his shorts, feeling how hard he already was just from the little show you were putting on. He loved when other people watched you, knowing full well that you were his, and no one else could have you like this. You were his good girl, even if there were times you were a massive brat and tease.
Although you knew he wasn’t minding what you were doing, you could feel how shaky his breath was as you pressed slightly harder as you reached the head, while you continued to kiss and suck along his neck and jaw. As you reached a very sensitive spot, you felt a swift smach to your ass, causing a small yelp to leave your mouth as you leaned back to look at Yaku.
“Don’t get too ahead of yourself angel.” Taking one hand, he brought it up to gently grab a chunk of hair at the base of your neck, pulling you back into a kiss. He couldn’t hold back a moan as you basically wrapped your hand around his cock through his shorts. He tried to resist rutting into your hand as you continued palming him. He could tell you were getting closer to your orgasm as your hips started to stutter a bit as you moved. “Are you getting close princess? Soon you’ll get your reward.”
The idea of being able to slip away from everyone soon brought a soft smile to your face. Your brain was starting to become hazy due to how close you were. Yaku returned to pressing kisses to your neck, sucking hard on the skin to leave little marks. While he wasn’t going to touch your cunt, the hand on your ass forced you to move faster and harder along his thigh. He was getting just as impatient as you were.
Deciding to be bold, and test your luck, you slowly moved your hand to Yakus waistband, attempting to slide your hand below the fabric. You stopped when you felt a nip at your neck, understanding that this was not the place for that. “Mori… Can we just slip away, need you now.”
“Once you finish we can, I know you need a little more of a push.” Releasing the grip on your hair, Yaku slipped his hand below the hem of your skirt, letting his fingers trace your inner thigh before ghosting over your panties. “I don’t want to wait so we can play this game another day.” Pressing more kisses to your neck as he brought his fingers to rub on your clit through your panties. He knew that it wouldn’t take long for you to come undone at this point. Between the hard and fast pace that was set, his fingers circling your clit, and him kissing and sucking on the sensitive parts of your neck, it would only be a matter of time.
After about another minute or two, you had to grab onto his shoulders to keep yourself upright as you came undone. Biting into Yaku’s shoulder to keep your cries quiet, while Yaku kept gently circling your clit to help you ride through your high, the pace now gentle as you semi-collapsed against him.
Turning his head to gently kiss your temple, a smile on his face. “You did so good for me angel, let’s head back to our room now. Just wrap your arms around my shoulders and don’t let go.” Giving another soft kiss before gently repositioning you. He didn’t care to leave your drinks behind, at this point you were both drunk off alcohol and arousal.
Yaku got up, in the process helping you stand as well, whispering sweet nothings into your ear as he started to make his way back to the room you two basically shared. He made brief eye contact with Atsumu before disappearing into the crowd.
In order to get to his room, he had to pass Oikawa’s. Unsure if he would hear any noises coming from within or if you both had finished yet. He raised an eyebrow as he heard your best friend moaning out for Iwa, in contrast to hearing her beg for Oikawa. “Seems like they are having fun, huh angel?” He felt your nod against his shoulder before continuing on. He was thankful he kept his door unlocked and slightly ajar for instances like this. Closing the door behind him, he made his way towards the bed, helping you sit down. It didn’t take long for you to lay back against the bed and look up at him with a small pout, all because he hadn’t joined you yet.
He thought you were beautiful like this, tears on your waterline from the pleasure you felt, eyes glazed and filled with lust. You were always beautiful but he loved seeing you like this. Although he knew you were both impatient for this. Your arms reached for him as you pulled him back down for a kiss. Using his arms to keep himself above you.
Breaking away enough for you both to catch your breath. “Let me make you feel good angel. It’s the least I can do since you put on a wonderful show.” Your gentle nod was all it took for him to break from your hold. Taking off his shirt while you did the same, you just admired the way his neck was adored with little marks from you, all while Yaku started to work your panties and skirt off you, while you had unhooked your bra and tossed it somewhere else in the room. Pulling him back in for a kiss as he rid you of the last of your clothing.
He could sense your impatience as he felt your hands wander down to start unbuttoning his shorts. Chuckling softly against your lips, he pulled back to finish what you had started, leaving him in just his boxers. After tossing his pants somewhere in his room, he leaned back down to give you a rough kiss, one of his hands resting on your hip while his other arm was used to keep him hovering above you.
It didn’t take long for Yaku’s kisses to move to your jaw and neck. Enjoying the sounds you made as he lightly sucked and bit at the sensitive skin. The hand that rested in your hip came up to grope at one of your breasts, massaging the soft flesh before pinching your nipple, causing a gasp to leave you in surprise. After leaving a few more bites on your neck, Yaku left a trail of kisses down to your other breast, taking the other nipple into his mouth. Rolling his tongue over it and occasionally pulling back to gently blow air on it, making you shiver. He felt your hands tangled in his hair, and how you were lightly pulling on it as he teased you slightly.
He placed a hand back on your hips to stop you from grinding against him, whispering for you to behave and have some patience. Once he gave attention to both breasts, he continued trailing kisses along your stomach and down to your hips. Giving a gentle bite to one hip before settling himself on his knees between your legs. Resting either of your thighs on his shoulders.
“Is this okay angel?” He had one eyebrow raised as he waited for your answer. You knew a headnod wouldn’t be good enough for a response.
“Y-yeah, it’s okay. Please Mori, need you.” It was almost breathless but it was enough for him. He started to trail kisses down the inside of one thigh towards your core. The closer he got, the hotter you swore you felt. His kisses ignited fire where he kissed. Once he reached your cunt, he simply smiled. He knew you could feel his breath along your slit and he knew it would drive your crazy. Having to use his hands to keep your hips from bucking towards him.
He wanted to hear you do some begging. Choosing to take one hand and gently run a single fingertip along the outside of your slit, avoiding it completely. The whine that left you sounded like pure desperation as he noticed you sit up on your elbows to look at him.
“Mori… please. Please touch me, I’ll be your good girl.” He gave a kiss to your thigh while maintaining eye contact with you, before chuckling to himself.
“Then lay back and let me treat you like the princess you are.” He waited until you laid back before giving your thigh another kiss. Then gently he brought his tongue to lick up your slit before rolling it around your clit. He could hear the sigh that you let out as he finally was where you needed him.
Maybe it was the alcohol in your system, or the experience that he had with your body, but you couldn’t help but feel a heightened pleasure. Gripping his hair as a gasp escapes from you once more. He snaked one hand up to start putting one finger in your hole, slowly finding the spots you cannot reach. You knew he loved whenever you squeezed his head with your thighs, so he never made an attempt to keep them apart.
It didn’t take long for you to relax and him to fit another two fingers in, moving to find that sweet spot that makes you buck against his face. He could tell you were getting close as your moans got louder and you squeezed his head harder. He wanted you to come undone before he relieved himself, and it only took a little more pressure and him sucking and circling your clit with his tongue to feel you lock up as you came.
Giving one more kiss to the inside of your thigh before standing up. Leaning over to press a soft kiss to your lips while giving his cock a few pumps. “Ready angel?” He peppered kisses to your face as he waited for your soft ‘yes’.
After your answer left your lips, he lined himself up and pushed the tip into your hole slowly. Wanting you to feel the stretch as he filled you up. Eventually bottoming out, waiting for you to adjust and give him the go ahead to start moving. His forehead resting on yours, whispering sweet nothings to you.
“Move Mori…” That was all it took for him to start moving his hips. Starting out slow and slowly increasing to a fast and rough pace. Locking your legs around his waist as he leaned down to bite and suck at your chest once more. At this point, Yaku was chasing his own high, the alcohol causing his pace to be slightly sloppy. The sound of Yaku’s skin slapping into yours filled the room along the moans escaping you both.
As Yaku’s pace became sloppier and more forceful, you knew he was coming close to his end. “Inside Mori, want you inside.” Hearing those words caused Yaku to pound into you harder, almost like he was intending to mark you as his forever. A few more pumps before he stilled inside you, letting his cum paint your insides before collapsing on top of you, rolling over with you in his arms, letting his cock soften inside you.
“I love you angel, but let this be a reminder that I won’t share.”
for the butter’s house mystical march event! give some love for all the other amazing works!
Living and working at the shrine was never the worst place to work at. It was a small shrine, only a few visitors come every few days to thank the gods of this shrine. It was mainly just the only other priest, kita shinsuke, and you that took care of the grounds.
Atsumu and Osamu - the gods of victory and prosperity, respectively. Kitsune gods that may seem like they bring positive energy to the small town and it’s followers, bring absolute chaos to you.
hinata shoyo x f!reader, dubcon, omega!reader, a/b/o, knotting, breeding, possessive, scent kink (?), hint at slipping into subspace, mention of pups, reader is described as small (meant in a ‘we’re a sexually dimorphic species in this universe’ way), i didn’t proofread this sorry, im half asleep writing and posting this
You’re surprised when you come onto the MSBY Black Jackals team as an athletic trainer and meet someone who’s still unpresented, yet alone someone who most likely will not present as alpha based on his stature. However, you quickly learn not to be concerned over Hinata Shoyo being dwarfed amongst all the alpha players - he’s rather fearsome in practice and at play, and the fact that he’s able to strike such a presence despite his status makes him all the more impressive. He’s become your favorite player to meet with and talk to, finding it easy to converse with him without worrying that you might be doing something to unintentionally seduce him, but also genuinely enjoying your time spent with the lively redhead.
Still, as an omega, you feel a little lonely and nervous at times being surrounded by all these hot-blooded alphas. While you trust your suppressants, you’re cautious to keep your interactions with all the players at arm’s length. You’re not ignorant to Miya’s comments about how small you are, Bokuto always asking you to compare hand sizes, and even the occasional telling pat on the head from Sakusa. Although being mated to a pro-athlete would be ideal for some, it’s just not something you’re ready for despite what your body might try to tell you on those days you’re a few hours late in taking your suppressants - a little predicament you find yourself in right now as you rush out the door after you had checked your phone to see a message from one of the managers.
Strangely, Hinata had missed the last few days at practice. He’s easily one of the healthiest members of the team, following a balanced diet and mental focus routines long before meeting with any trainers and nutritionists. In fact, you two had just discussed it last week when you asked him what kind of protein shakes he likes. You told him that you can’t find any that taste good, but you want to up your protein and fat intake for when you do eventually find a mate. He didn’t seem ill then, though you suppose a virus could get the best of anyone’s defenses.
His apartment is apparently not too far from yours - hence the manager asking you to check on him on your way to the gymnasium. You follow the directions on your maps app, the light nagging in the back of your mind that you forgot to take your suppressants gets pushed away by the fact that it’s just Hinata that you’re going to go see - you can always be a few minutes late to work to go back home after you make sure he’s alive and well. You wish he would just respond to the text you sent him and then you could be on your way. But it’s pretty early, and the sun is barely rising when you climb the steps to the second floor of the complex.
It feels strange knocking on his door so early in the morning. You wonder if nobody has heard from him and that perhaps it would have made more sense for one of his teammates to do a wellness check. You wouldn’t consider yourself close to Hinata, and you don’t think he would either other than a typical friendly work relationship. You suppose it’s part of your job though, and that’s what you tell yourself to shake off any awkwardness you’re starting to feel as you rap your index and middle knuckles lightly to his door.
Something makes your nose twitch that you can’t quite place, but then you hear the footsteps and movement behind the door. There’s a click and suddenly the door is wide open, and you fear that you have the wrong unit. You’re met with huge, hungry brown eyes that seem to shimmer with excitement when they land on you, and a glimpse of the pink tip of this person’s tongue running across his bottom lip. Your heart stills. This could be quite the fuck up.
“Food,” says the man in front of you in a strained voice. “Please tell me you have food.”
“Uh,” you utter dumbly, and realize that it is Hinata, looking rather haggard. Perhaps he is sick, though aside from the flush of his tanned skin and mess of his orange locks, he looks healthier than ever in his tank top and gym shorts. You might be hallucinating, but it looks like he somehow put on a couple kilos in muscle since you saw him last week, and maybe more than a few centimeters in height as well. No. Maybe you just underestimated his actual size. Maybe his doorframe is just small.
“No food,” you manage to say once you collect yourself, choosing to blame the morning for your brain malfunctioning. “Just checking to-”
You’re cut off with his groan and pitiful whimper as he turns around and slinks back into his apartment. He leaves the door wide open, leaving you confused as to if he’s inviting you in or not. You peek your head inside and hear what sounds precisely like a body flopping onto the cushions of a couch. Quickly you step inside and slip off your shoes, remembering to close the door behind you.
You call his name, making your way out of the entry hall and into the kitchen. There’s empty food wrappers and containers all over the counter, and the pantry door is open to display barren shelves other than some spices. Something tells you to leave- no, stay- no, leave- no-
“So hungry,” you hear Hinata groan that leads you to him lying face down, legs sticking out comically off the arm of the couch in a way that makes you wonder if he’s even comfortable.
“Are you feeling okay?” You ask, crouching down to eye level with him. His cheek is smushed against the cushion, face contorted in a pout. He really doesn’t seem sick, you think. If anything it reminds you of when you’re hormonal. Your nose twitches again, and you realize that it’s not because of all the food trash in the kitchen.
You don’t know what it is that compels you to reach out to him, perhaps it’s because he’s adorably pitiful in this state, but your hand finds the side of his face as your thumb gently pulls at his top lip. Your eyes fly open and you go to immediately retract your hand when you catch a glimpse of the fangs that must be painfully pushing to find room in his gums.
“I-”
You try to scramble up and away, but one of his hands latches onto your forearm, forcing you to fall forward to your knees. Your face is mere inches away from his as he shifts to push himself up and bring the underside of your wrist pressed directly to his nose, making you gasp as he breathes in deep, your heart and his eyes fluttering at the action.
“You smell- Good. And sweet,” he mutters, facial muscles twitching. “Hungry. I’m so hungry.”
Your breath quickens, feeling some kind of primal instinct to flee or freeze like he’s going to make a meal of you. You know there’s no slipping out of his firm hold on you, so you shakily gulp down the anxious feelings starting to knock at your chest.
If what you think is happening, is happening, then you’re fucked. So fucked. Hinata inhales again, this time running his tongue over the sensitive thin skin of your wrist. He whines, needing more than just the faint taste of your scent. His breath nearly steams off the wet patch of skin. A shiver creeps down your spine and has you reconsidering that maybe being completely fucked isn’t be such a bad thing. Yes- No- Yes, get out- No, let this happen.
His eyes snap open, brown irises completely blown black and you realize that you don’t have a choice. He pushes himself off the couch, slithering toward you on the ground as you slowly scoot backwards- to make room? To make a desperate attempt at putting some distance between you? It really doesn’t matter. You can’t take your eyes off him, feeling like prey who will certainly get devoured the moment your attention breaks.
“Hinata,” you say his name despite your heart feeling like it’s not pumping any oxygen, or maybe too much oxygen. Every alarm in your body is going off- the good ones, the bad ones, all screaming at you- as he crawls closer and closer until his knees are pinching your hips and his nose is nearly touching yours. You bite the inside of your bottom lip in anticipation. Heat rolls off his body, and suddenly you’re aware of a scent- spicy, tangy like a high note penetrating your olfactory senses in a way that makes your brain buzz all the way out to the very tips of your nervous system.
His head dips to the side and he presses his nose into your neck right below your ear. You cry out at the sensation, making him groan in return. His breath is heavy on your skin, every huff making you feel hotter and hotter until you grow agitated at your clothes for feeling like they’re suffocating you. He licks at the source of your sweet, alluring scent, fangs grazing as if he wants to bite down. Your skin raises, vision struggles to stay focused. It’s too hot. Everything is suddenly way too hot.
“P-Please.”
You don’t know of what you beg for. Even if he let you go at this point, you wouldn’t move away from him. He lifts his head at your plea, a pained expression on his face that tells you that at least a little bit of the usual Hinata is still in there.
“Sorry, I’m just so- You smell so good. I want-” He pants, unable to make sense of what’s going on with his body and instincts. You can feel the heat of his breath on your lips as he seems to dance around the idea of consuming you, drawing his face in closer and pulling away. Closer and away. Closer and-
You decide for the both of you, or more your desire takes over as you crash your lips onto his, messy and hasty, tongue and teeth with desperate moans and cries exchanged in between. Your ankles lock behind his knees and fingers pull at the back of his neck, bringing him to his elbows as to not completely crush you beneath him as you lose yourself in chasing his tongue with yours. It’s wet and filthy and noisy and oh so overwhelmingly hot that you both don’t even know whose clothes you’re tearing at- just wanting them gone and out of the way.
You growl and he snarls. No logic, just need. The hasty, clumsy, heated battle to get naked takes longer than what would please either of you, though neither of you are willing to pull away from each other’s lips or stop grinding for long enough to fully get rid of the garments. You can’t help it, feeling the large bulge of his cock nearly has you falling over the edge every time it catches against your clit through the layers. Both of you whine for more, yet you can’t get enough of how good it feels to rub yourself on him, covering yourself in his scent.
Red marks from rough, eager fingers litter your skin and his when you’re both finally bare to one another. His tanned and freckled skin shines with sweat and the glow of something molten inside him that’s ready to explode. You exchange a glance, drinking in how wild he looks as he stares at you pinned beneath him, bits of orange hair stuck to his forehead while the rest is mussed from where you’ve been running your hands through and tugging his lips closer to yours. If there were any part of your rational brain left, you’d take a moment to find it funny how you ended up like this. But it’s not funny right now, and there’s a mutual understanding between both of you that every passing second that he’s not buried balls deep in your throbbing cunt is more painful than the last.
“Please,” you beg again. This time, you know what for. Your voice is strained, on the verge of tears from how badly you need to feel him inside you.
He pushes himself up so he can grab the backs of your knees, pushing your thighs closer and closer into your chest as his thick cock comes down onto your soaking cunt with a wet slap. You gasp at the heat that seems to radiate from his dick, making you clench as if he’s already filling you up. His rough fingertips dig into your skin as you begin to writhe, desperate to get his angry, leaking, red tip aligned with your entrance.
“Please, please, ple-!”
Your voice chokes as he plunges into you, your body unwilling to take in even a small breath as if to better accommodate the size of him stretching you out. Your legs quiver around him, feeling the last threads of your sanity snapping with every bit of him that sinks further into you and starts to press on that sweet, deep spot inside.
“So fucking good,” he moans, hardly able to keep his tongue in his mouth and eyes from getting lost in his head. The praise makes your head go fuzzy and your pussy gives an encouraging squeeze. You claw at his arms, needing to feel him closer and get lost in the heat of his body and scent of sweat.
He falls forward to his hands on either side of your head, forcing the last bit of him in besides the beginning swell of his knot, and nearly knocking the rest of your breath from you. It stings so deliciously sweet as your cunt drools in excess to assist with the size. His hips start moving, perhaps maybe with a little intent on taking it slow. However, that quickly dissolves as every thrust draws the sweetest little cries from your lips and urges him lose himself in the sounds of your pleasure, wanting to hear more, more, more.
He’s not so quiet himself, groaning and growling every time your pussy sinfully grips around him, as if consciously trying to milk him directly into your womb. The thought makes him go wild, picking up the pace and pressing into you even further. You’re completely folded beneath him, legs dangling helplessly over his shoulders. Your own slick coats your thighs, his stomach, his taught and heavy balls, and onto the floor underneath your hips that are completely lifted at this point. It’s downright nasty, yet every lewd squelch and wet slap of skin makes you squeeze tighter on him, muscles shaking from all the tension.
“Gonna make you mine. All mine. They can’t have you. All fucking mine,” he huffs as he seeks out the sweet smell on your neck again, making you keen and writhe with a wave of painfully strong need flushing through your body.
“You want it. You want that, little omega.”
He’s not asking you. He’s telling you. And yes, you do want it. You’ve never wanted anything so fucking bad in your life. Tears prickle in your eyes from how badly you want it- to completely belong to someone. To be completely consumed by him.
“Omega,” he says breathlessly and you swear you can feel yourself slipping into some place hazy at the endearment, and the push of his cock driving you deeper. It sounds so sweet, feels so good that you sob and wrap your arms around him tighter.
Tale as old as time. Just like you had been told your entire life: You’ll know when you know. And right now, there’s no doubt in your mind, and no mind to even doubt. You were made for this. You were made for him.
“Alpha,” you whimper into his skin. “All yours, alpha. Please, make me all yours.”
It doesn’t matter that you thought of him as nothing more than a coworker mere minutes ago. It doesn’t matter that you were convinced you weren’t ready for a mate yet. It doesn’t matter that he’s just recently come into his fully mature self. You know, and all that matters is that he knows as well.
He groans contentedly into your neck, the rumble of the sound tickling your ears and flooding your body with more heat. You swear you feel his cock grow even harder and more swollen inside you as his thrusts get stronger, as if he intends to hit the deepest spot inside of with every pump.
“Fuck- Yeah, mine. All fucking mine. Gonna make you- Gonna-”
He rambles on, snarling and lost in the feeling of your cunt sucking him in, drunk on the lewd sounds of his rhythmic ruts. He moves his forehead to rest on yours, taking the occasional opportunity to try and swallow your cries. Every swipe of his tongue on yours makes your pussy flutter and has him pushing you harder into the floor.
“Alpha, please.Knot- Your knot. Please cum. Please- Pups. Your pups,” you sob on his lips, feeling teased by the bulbous swell of his knot knocking against your swollen lips and clit. “Need you. Need all of you.”
Your plea pulls a guttural growl from him, his facial muscles twisting and teeth clenching as he works to give you everything you need. Faster and faster his hips move, shoving your bodies across the floor and making your shoulders burn with each thrust, though it doesn’t compare to the burn in your core- the uncomfortably tight coil that begs to be snapped.
“Mine. My pups. Fuck- You’re Gonna- Yeah, you’re gonna be all mine. Full of- Full of me- mine.”
He’s gone, lost in a single thought, once again seeking your scent. He hastily moves his hands to grip into your hair, needing to hold onto something- anything as he chases fulfillment.
You cry and beg for more- for his knot, for his cum, for his pups, feeling so helpless for needing to be full of him so you know that you’re truly his. His cock continues to piston in and out of your sloppy cunt, each one with the power and intent behind it to stuff you full. With one last hard thrust, his knot bullies its way inside. Your eyes go wide, nails scrambling to find hold on his back and shoulders as if to transmit some of the pain of the stretch. Though the discomfort is only temporary, quickly fading into pleasure and reminding you that you were born to take him.
“Take my knot so fucking good. That’s my girl. My omega,” he coos just before melting into the full enveloping heat of your cunt.
It feels so hot. So fucking good that you wish you could stay like this, stuffed full of him, for the remainder of your days. You truly were born for this, designed by the gods to serve this man, your alpha, with a place to dump his seed.
“You ready? Ready to- oh fuck- Ready to take my cum? Gonna make you- Gonna be so full- All me. All mine. Oh fuck- oh fuck-”
All it takes is a few more of your sweet squeezes at his words for him to come bursting inside of you- cum shooting so hard that you can feel it like a faucet head against that deliciously deep spot against your walls, hot and sticky and oh so satiating as it fills you until you’re overflowing and spilling even around the plug of his cock. Your eyes roll shut, the sound of his broken howls of pleasure are nearly drowned out by the state of bliss you’re thrust into. Your belly feels so warm, so good, so pleased with the amount of spend that paints you.
It’s a few minutes of both of you trying to catch your breath before trying to move or speak. He finally softens enough to remove himself from you, somehow finding the strength to fall to the side and roll off of you rather than collapsing directly on top. It takes all his reserve to reach over to grab your hand and keep his eyes open to make sure you’re alright.
“That was- Sorry. I don’t know what- I mean, it was really good. For me. I just-” He fumbles through the fog of his brain, breath still a bit haggard. “Are you okay?”
You roll your head to look at him, this boy, this man, this alpha- your alpha that you only knew on a casual level just moments before. You smile, giving his hand a light squeeze. You’re already completely enamoured.
“Might be a little sore,” you giggle.
“Sorry,” he winces. “I have a bed. Don’t think I can get up though. So-”
Right on cue, his stomach let’s out a long and loud rumble, making his cheeks glow bright red.
“Give me a minute. I’ll order something to be delivered,” you say as you give your legs a testing stretch.
“You’re the best. I’m just gonna…close my…”
And just like that, he’s completely passed out naked on his floor. You giggle, scooting over to give an affectionate little peck to his sweaty forehead that makes the corner of his lip twitch into a momentary smile.
There will be time later to mull over the details and talk about the situation, but for now, you study the cute sleeping face of Hinata Shoyo and embrace the warm, secure feeling coursing through your body.
Omake
A few hours later, there’s a knock at the apartment door. Shoyo passed out again after eating two days worth of calories in one meal, his body doing its best to keep up with all the changes. Wearing one of his shirts and a pair of his sweats, you scuttle to the front door and peek out the peephole. Your heart stops when you see a familiar face. Tentatively, you crack open the door to the surprised face of Sakusa Kiyoomi, who stares you down, his expression even more intimidating with the black mask hiding the lower half of his face.
“Was told to check up on Hinata since you no-showed today as well. I’ll just- Yeah. Bye.”
my back is facing her as she holds onto me tightly from behind, her tail coiled snugly around my legs and torso, keeping me nice and still as she breeds me~. one of her cocks- her ovipositor, obv- is buried deep inside me, nestled right in my womb, where it belongs! it doesn’t hurt, because she has pumped me full of her venom, making me nice and loose for her eggs, and ofc, making me so horny my cunt is drooling and dripping onto her other cock, which is patiently waiting to violate me next with her seed.
she doesn’t have a large clutch this time, but her eggs are massive- feeling the lump in her ovipositor slowly go up is agonizing, making me so noisy she has to move her hand one time to shove into my mouth to suck on since i’m that desperate. when it finally pops out into my womb, she lets out a relieved hiss right into my ear, telling me i’m so perfect for her eggs, so tight and warm, and i just moan around her fingers, wanting to incubate more!! she has to keep on adjusting her tail around me because of my belly swelling the more she lays in me. she ends up only laying 4 eggs in me, my stomach having a noticeable bump now, but she’s not done yet!
i cry when she pulls her ovipositor out of me- i want to incubate more egggss- but she quickly has her other cock in me, pounding against me and the eggs, the feeling too much that my eyes roll to the back of my head and i’m just a mess of sounds. when she fills me with her seed i see her adjust her tail even more as my tummy swells more, and gods, it’s so warm and i feel so loved and honored to be here. she marks my neck as she fils me with her seed, and i feel so proud to be able to show people that i’m her incubator. once she’s done, she removes her hand from my mouth and strokes my stomach, telling me i look beautiful with her clutch with pure affection.
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