content (warnings): fluff, one use of reader calling tsumu ‘dude,’ also me hoping i got the gist of what a student teacher does askdjf
a/n: hi this is for my bb @coolboy-goshiki <33 she requested this a while back and i took an eternity or two to get to it oopsies asdjfk. but bb i’m so proud of you and ilysm yeah yeah!! also atsumu has very golden retriever bf vibes in this and he is thriving HAHA
Warnings: breeding (Ran is seriously trying to get the reader pregnant), unprotected and penetrative sex, minors and ageless blogs DNI, Ran disguises himself as a human, but his alien 🍆 gives him away, stomach bulge, breath play, choking, oral (fem receiving) use of word “cunt.” Ran knows too much about the reader and evades their privacy, reader is a simp, and Ran is low-key mean, afab!reader, sub!reader.
Synopsis: You make the mistake of helping a stranger you found outside of your apartment. He gets too comfortable, misunderstands your intentions, and decides to use you as a breeding tool for his kind.
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You shouldn’t have pulled him out of the streets. Clothes tattered and ruined, he had been a stranger. You invited him in, and then he never left. You thought him strange, but it didn’t change that you found him rather handsome.
You should have known he wasn’t from Earth. His skin had been seemingly untouched. Lips a pretty pink, and eyes a stunning lilac. He had your full attention from when he entered the room to when he left.
And you just didn’t see the point in getting rid of him, so you let him stay with you under the guise that you’d house him until he found another place of residence.
You had asked him if he had any friends or family, but he seemingly only had a first name—no other identifying factors to him.
He had never been a bad guest though. He cleaned up after himself and left your things seemingly untouched whenever you went out. He even did chores when you asked.
He just had a tendency to be a bit snarky every once in a while, sometimes even catching an attitude. But it was never anything you lingered over. You had been so quick to forgive, most likely because you found him attractive.
Although, you had made the mistake of becoming embarrassingly nervous around him. He acted as though he hadn’t noticed, but he did. Your lips quivered when you spoke to him, hands fiddling clumsily when his fingers grazed yours. He could tell how you felt about him. And he planned to use it to his advantage when completing his mission.
You, on the other hand, had been blissfully unaware of his true intentions.
He never really had much to say, but you found comfort in him being by your side. You’d even go as far as to say that you both are companions—friends, buddies.
But all he ever talks about is his “research.” You never understood him, but you assume he meant no harm. It had been a good month since you met, and things had been good since.
But things have spiralled out of hand.
Unbeknownst to you, he had completed his supposed research, but he had been wearing thin on time. He needed to complete the mission he had originally arrived for. And you would be the one to help.
You hadn’t known that his research involved leaving your residence and taking your spare key. So, when you returned one day and found him gone, it caused a serious problem. You got in an argument when he returned, and he didn’t seem to care much about your anger.
But you just wouldn’t let it go. You kept pressing for information about his “research” and he had no choice but to tell you the truth—that he is an alien, and that he’s here to find information on interspecies breeding. Obviously, you hadn’t bought it. But it didn’t matter.
You knew his secret and now, you had no choice but to be an accomplice to his mission. Unfortunately, you seemed adverse to complying when he told you that you’d be working with him.
And you ran to the kitchen, reaching for the phone there, telling him that you’d call the cops. But he had been close behind, threatening you, abnormally calm given the situation at hand. He even said you’d be making a mistake by phoning the police.
But that didn’t stop you from trying.
You hardly remember how you even ended up this way. Your hands frantically scrabbling at his fingers—latched around your neck.
And why did you feel excitement from it?
He scrutinized your panicked expression, a hint of amusement flickering in his dark eyes. “You humans interest me.” He purrs, the sounds rolling on his tongue smoothly. “So loudmouthed for those who can’t go without air for longer than…” He counts the time that it takes for your complexion to change.
He releases his grip on you, causing you to collapse to your knees in front of him. You genuinely regret helping him now.
“Weak.” He mumbles. “But your incubation system is top-tier.”
“The hell’re you talking about?” You spat, glaring up at him. Your fingers rub at the gradually bruising skin in hopes of easing the sting.
He pointed to the space between your legs. “Your people—or you, at least—could produce a healthy offspring.”
There is a tense moment of silence. Heavy and suffocating, and you weren’t sure what to say. But you spoke nonetheless.
“I hope you’re not implying that I be your baby mama—”
“The bearer of my offspring—” He corrects.
“Whatever.” You interrupt. “M’not doing it, you alien freak.”
You caught the subtle narrowing of his eyes. “You’re not?” There is another long stretch of silence. This one felt far more eerie than the first.
“No.” You said. “M’not.”
“That’s funny.”
“You’re not laughing.” You said, eyeing him cautiously. You thought to make a run for it. But you just weren’t fast enough, not compared to him.
You don’t even notice that he’s hauling you to your feet until he’s already done it. His lips brushing the shell of your ear, far too close for your comfort.
“But you like me, don’t you?” He added a coo of your name, noting the shiver that shot up your spine. His slender fingers began to drag down your back, and you didn’t pull away. “...Don’t you?”
You gulped thickly. “No.”
“You shouldn’t lie.” He spoke your name again, using a deeper tone. His hand brushes the area just above the hem of your pants, pam nudging back the bulk of your shirt. His fingertips grazed the skin there.
“I’m not.” You murmured, trying desperately to ignore the heat his fingertips leave behind.
“You are.” He let out a breath of a chuckle. “You humans are so easy to read. Your heart’s racing, and your palms”—his fingertips pad across your hand, fingers intertwined with yours—“are sweaty.”
You yank your hand out of his, eyes round. Fruitlessly, you attempt to control your breathing. Your hands frantically rubbing at your clothing to rid of the moisture on your skin. But it’s no use, he had already read you.
Seemingly able to figure you out in a single glimpse.
“You shouldn’t hide from it.” He said, quietly. “I know how you feel about me. I know that your heart beats faster when I’m around. And that you stutter in my presence. And that—”
“Okay!” You interrupt, the icky heat associated with embarrassment has started to flare. “I get it! You don’t have to keep talking!”
He pauses momentarily, a sly grin on his face. And in a whisper, he says, “You’re just proving my point.”
That riles you up.
“That’s enough!” You holler, throwing your hands up. “You need to leave, right now! Get out!” You try to shove him towards the door, but he doesn’t budge.
Instead, he turns to face you, peering at you in a way that makes you feel incredibly small. You gulp again, noticing how his eyes glance at your throat; spotting the movement immediately. You take a step back, but he follows. And that begins a game you didn’t want to play. Every step forward for him is a step back for you.
“You’re nervous… aren’t you?” A small smile plays on his lips. “Do I make you nervous?”
Your immediate response is to say no, but you both know that you are lying.
He continues speaking, not giving you a chance to retaliate. “Might wanna watch you’re going, unless you want to”—your back hits the edge of the dining table—“run out of places to hide, sweetheart.”
Now, you were really nervous; practically sweating bullets.
“You’re running out of options,” He murmurs, red lips tugging into a grin. “Now, are you going to bear my children or not?”
“Well—well, I—”
“What choice do you even have?” He leers, pressing up against you. His large hands smoothing down your sides, and clutching your hips. “I’d be good to you. Better than these deficient humans.”
“But I—I, uhm—”
“I don’t have much time left.” He murmurs, eyeing you pointedly. His expression remains rather blank, though. It’s hard to read him. “I need to complete this mission. I need to return my research to my people. They’re in dire need of it.”
“But Ran, we hardly even know each other—”
“What do you mean?” He gives you an incredulous look. He then begins listing off things such as your birthday, your favorite color, your shoe size, and numerous other things you hadn’t been sure as to how he would know. His hands grab your shoulders, giving what you assume is supposed to be a reassuring squeeze. “I know everything about you.”
There’s an underlying finality to his tone. He wouldn’t give up on you. And you thought that perhaps it wouldn’t be too bad to release everything you’ve had pent up since his arrival.
“So,” he said. “Are you going to bear my children or not?”
You thought again that you could just take the pill tomorrow and that everything would be just fine. But any further planning would have to come after you had given him a response. So, you spoke. “Yes.”
You’re shocked by your reply. And he is equally shocked. His eyes round, brows raised high. But that sinister grin remains on his lips.
His lips, that are soon pressed to your throat. Your body bumping back against the counter as he presses his body flush against yours. He cages you in, lanky arms cutting away any chance of escape.
But you have no intention of leaving. He begins biting and sucking at your skin, leaving his mark behind. Laving his tongue over, he soothes each stinging bruise. A chaste kiss to finish.
“I have been told that it’d be best to warm you up, first.” He says. “That way, when I seed you, you’ll milk me and it’ll hold.”
His choice of words didn’t help much. But you had other things to think about. Like the feel of him.
He kisses a path between your breasts, yanking your shirt down as far as it’ll go. Then, lifting it up and resuming his pecks until he reaches the hem of your pants.
He abruptly stands, taking your hand and tugging you to your bedroom. He tosses you onto the bed, stripping you of your pants immediately.
It’s all happening so fast.
You tumble back, rolling up onto your shoulders. Kneeling behind you, he slings an arm around your waist, steadying you. His large hand groping at the doughy flesh of your ass.
“Hey! Ran—what’re you—?”
“This,” he began to poke and prod at your cunt.
“Wait—”
“Is the vagina, correct?”
“Ran!”
“It’s cute.” He murmured. You felt something warm and textured brush over your clit—his tongue. “Not very deep from what I can tell. I don’t think you’ll be able to take me.”
“R-Ran, seriously.”
“You like it,” he mumbled, pressing his tongue in. Dark eyes flickered to meet your own, long lashes fluttering prettily. “I can feel your heartbeat in your stomach. You like it a lot.”
You’re squirming about, unaware of how he’s stroking his length just out of your sight of vision, thumbing the red, drooling tip. Greedily sucking up your juices and tonguing deeper than you thought possible.
“No, I don’t!” You let out a muffled whine, clutching your hand over your mouth as your eyes cross. It felt so good. His tongue is wide and flat, able to access every part of you with ease.
“You do,” he persisted. “I can feel you clamping down on me. And if I put my tongue in a lil’ more—”
“Fuck!” You gasped, hips bucking up against his mouth. His tongue plunged in, inhumanely deep. You had never felt so good before, thinking you’d lose consciousness from the sensation alone. But Ran didn’t acknowledge the way your eyes fluttered. Instead, he used the moment to prove his point.
“See?” The tone he used wasn’t mocking. Rather, nonchalant—monotonous. You would have thought you resemble an experiment in his eyes. But not quite. “...oh?”
You blinked rapidly, fighting back the blur of tears. “What?” You asked quietly.
“I’m hard.” He said suddenly. You glanced up to find him looking down at the place between his legs. You couldn’t quite see his cock yourself, but you would soon be able to feel it.
He delves his tongue back inside, staring at you despite your desperate attempts to cover your face. His fingers tug at your inner thighs, pulling them further apart. One hand holds you up, and he uses the other to tuck his fingers in knuckle deep. You gasp and sputter, legs flailing over his shoulders. A string of curses on your lips.
“In my research, I found that...” He murmurs against your cunt, sucking at your clit. Pumping his fingers fast and hard. “There should be a spot.” He pauses, brows knit. “Right around...here.”
An embarrassingly loud moan bubbles up your throat, hips bucking feverishly against his hand. He bullies the spot, attempting to commit it to memory. Eyes bleary and mouth drooling, you come around his fingers.
Once you’ve gone quiet, he eases his fingers out of you. It isn’t long before your thighs are propped up over his own, as he spreads your legs and presses his cock in.
You catch a glimpse of it, and the sight alone has you shuddering—he really is an alien. His cock is tinged a pale blue, long, thick, and ribbed. It’s bulging around the middle; a hurdle you didn’t know if you could get over. You started to doubt that this was a good idea.
He notices the adversity you’re harbouring, taking a moment to acknowledge you. “‘M big, but it’ll fit. I’ve done my research.”
He hadn’t been lying, not about his size at least. He certainly is big. The girth you manage to take. But you’re incredibly surprised to find that he has ample inches left over—you couldn’t take him all.
You groan softly, a hand resting on your stomach as you feel it bulge beneath. You are hardly in your right mind, head hazy and lolled back, eyes fluttering.
And then, he latches onto your throat. The sensation of his long fingers around your neck startling you. Your hands grab onto his wrists, not even attempting to remove him. You’re aware that you don’t have the strength to. His steady thrusts leave your brain numb and compliant. And he invades your personal space further, hoping to get a feel of your sputtering breath fanning over his face.
“So pliable.” He chuckles, rolling his hips. He presses himself up flush against you. His fat tip stretching you out. He crams his cock inside, shifting his hips around as though he’s trying to find something. “It should be around here… where is it?”
Your walls give him a squeeze, the lack of oxygen causing you to spasm around him. He pays you no mind, still searching about for something.
“Here.” He says, seemingly breathless. “It’s here.”
You gasp, thighs tensing. “Oh, fuck!” His throbbing head is snug against your cervix. You babble incoherently, eyes rolling, your back taunt.
“I thought it was supposed to hurt.” He gives you a quizzical look. “But you seem rather enthralled.”
You attempt to deny his statement, but nothing comes out. You’re running on your last breath, stuttering and stammering for mercy. And he relinquishes his grip, mirth evident in his eyes. You’re choking, greedily gasping up the air you need. You give a cough or two, gaining no real remorse or guilt from him despite how mean he’s been.
“How long was that?” He mumbles to himself. “I should test again just to get an average.” And his hands come right back, thumbs soothing over the irritated skin.
Your hands come up to intercept him, but he easily shakes you off. “But—!” You say.
He shushes you, giving your neck a gentle squeeze. “I won’t grasp as hard this time.” He says. “Just focus on coming.”
He speeds up the pace, fucking you hard and fast. You can feel him in your stomach, his cock kissing your cervix. “You’re ovulating, aren’t you?”
“How—how would you even know that?”
“I told you,” he whispers, a sly grin playing on his lips. “I know everything about you.”
Your eyes begin to flutter closed as he hits that spot inside of you, his tip bumping up against the gummy patch. He immediately notices how you begin to slump in pleasure, mouth falling open as his hips slap roughly against yours. “I hope you’re not tired yet.” You can hear the nasty smirk in his voice. “I have to keep going until you’re dripping.”
You give an agitated sigh, having hoped to enjoy yourself without him being obnoxious. But you should’ve expected it. “You’re so gross!” You spat.
“Doesn’t matter. Once I come inside, this’ll be mine, understand?” He motions to your pussy, giving your clit a pat. You thought about kicking him in the chin, but you didn’t quite get the chance. “Only I’ll be able to fuck you from now on, got it? You’ll be mine. I mean it.”
Fuck, he’s serious. You thought. Even though you’d likely be attached to him by the hip because of this, you couldn’t seem to care. You wanted it even. Being fucked by Ran on the daily didn’t sound so bad.
You bite your lip, attempting to quiet any humiliating sounds you may make. But that merely entices him further, his hips rolling as he damn near jams the remainder of his cock in. “What’s wrong?” He asks, faking concern. “You sure you wanna have my alien freak baby? I thought you were above that—so you must not wanna then, huh.” He gives a feigned pout, mild amusement in his eyes. “Or...is that exactly what you want?”
“Sh—shut up!” You say.
“Can’t. I know you’re more likely to milk me for all m’worth if I say all this shit. It’s what you like, after all.”
“What’re you even talking about?”
He gives you the nastiest grin he can muster, as though he’s been waiting for you to ask. “My research included your browser history.”
Your jaw slackens, mouth dry.
“Next time, you should consider taking your laptop with you.” He coos, teasingly. “And it wouldn’t kill you to put a password on it.”
“You… you didn’t.”
“Oh?” He mumbles, grip loosening as though to allow you to talk better. His grin never falters though. “But I did. And you didn’t even use incognito mode.”
“I couldn’t believe my eyes, honestly. Your history’s just hundreds and hundreds of links to those sites. But you’re only ever looking for one thing. Only one genre seems to satisfy you.” He leans into you, pressing a kiss to your neck. “Breeding, is it?”
You stutter up an incoherent reply, feeling your stomach sink.
“You want your cute lil’ pussy filled to the brim, don’t you?” He says, a teasing look in his eyes.
You can’t deny the heat growing in your lower stomach. But you can certainly refuse to respond, turning your head away to avoid his gaze.
“Nothing’s wrong with wanting to be fucked full,” he coos. “If you really want it so bad, I’ve got light-years to knock you up. How does that sound?”
Good. But you wouldn’t say it. And he wasn’t patient enough to care. Instead, he began a punishing pace that had you screaming. Your cunt practically sucking him in.
“So greedy, pulling me in like that.” He mumbles, pressing his thumbs against the column of your throat. In return, your walls flutter deliciously around him. His steady rhythm falters for a moment, thrusts becoming messy and sloppy. “You’re—you’re gonna make me—”
He’s reluctant to admit it. He doesn’t want you knowing how good you actually feel; that you’re making him feel good.
He didn’t know humans could feel this good.
Albeit attempting to remain unbothered, he can’t help it. His eyes heavy lidded, pink mouth open and raspy moans falling from his lips. And the subtle stutter in his hips that occurs when he pulls back with each thrust, as though he’s reluctant to leave. The little shiver he gets when he presses all the way inside, desperate to empty his cum right there.
He has to. He has to. He doesn’t even care about the research, or the mission. He’s only thinking about you, at this point.
He says something under his breath, you assume it to be a faint cuss—one you don’t know, one that’s not in your native tongue. But rather, in his. It sounds so strange. A sound you couldn’t even recreate if you tried. A series of clicking and gurgling speech.
It sends a shiver up your spine. Your hands have yet to unravel from around his wrists, yet there’s no strength behind your grasp. And he’s losing himself. It’s less about the breeding and more so about how he just doesn’t want to stop.
He doesn’t bother to warn you either, pulsing up until he bottoms out against your cervix. He can feel you about to come too, your stomach bulging prominently due to the sheer size of him. One hand is secured around your throat, the other working fast, tight circles into your clit. Your toes curl, thighs tensing as you momentarily blink out—just for a split second.
And he comes inside, releasing your neck only to pull your hips snug against his own. He lets you ride out your high, your cunt milking him just like he expected. You don’t get to bask in the afterglow, as he returns to being all about his mission for the time being.
“Don’t spill any,” he eyed you pointedly. “I’ll allow you to rest momentarily but then you’ll be expected to do it again.”
You hadn’t a thought in mind. Trembling beneath his touch as he rutted up into you again, ensuring that he’s crammed his cum inside.
He remained there for what felt like hours, but it hadn’t been that long. Eventually, he pulled out, smearing what’s left of his cum over your clit. Then, he rolled you up onto your shoulders again. You groaned and flailed, your body aching. But he didn’t let you down. His fingers tucking into your spent cunt, and scooping up the cum that has spilled and cramming it back inside.
“What’re you—”
“It’ll help the seed take.” He says monotonously. He seemed so unlike his former self, who had previously been panting because of you, his face flushed and tongue out. “It’ll only be for a minute.”
You found yourself succumbing to him. Opting rather to study his face, his knit brows, and the concentrated look he has. You thought to tell him that a particular way of laying after sex didn’t actually increase the odds of pregnancy, but he seemed so tuned in that you doubt he’d listen anyway.
After much longer than a minute—it had to have been at least half an hour—he eased you back into a comfortable position. But it doesn’t last long. He practically crushed you against his chest, mumbling a list of rules you’d be expected to follow in order to ensure you’d get pregnant. He had even thought up a schedule, expecting you to come home like you usually do only to be fucked for hours on end again and again and again.
You didn’t care, feeling rather exhausted and choosing to save your energy for what he’d put you through over the course of the next hour or so.
But there had been more you wanted to know.
“How’re you going to get home?” You ask quietly. Many other questions lay unsaid on the tip of your tongue, but you didn’t have the guts to voice them.
“Who said I was leaving?” He asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Well, d-don’t you have to return? Your people need you, don’t they?” You say. “You told me so yourself.”
“They don’t need me specifically,” he shrugged. “What they need is to know if producing interspecies offspring will better the race as a collective.”
You didn’t bother trying to make sense of his words. It was all too much to understand anyway. So, you changed the subject. “But what’ll they think if you never return?” You mumbled, fiddling with your fingers. “Won’t they be upset? Wouldn’t they…want you back or something?”
“Awh,” he cooed, reaching out to pet your head. You slapped his hand away, but it didn’t stop him. Instead, he opted to pinch your cheek and tug. “You’re worried about me.”
“No,” you muttered begrudgingly. “I’m not.”
“You know there’s no use in lying to me.” He spoke gently, softly. “But there’s nothing you have to worry your pretty lil’ head about. I’ll take care of it all. All you gotta do is have my baby. How’s that sound?”
“Horrible,” you said under your breath, well aware that he could hear you loud and clear.
Instead of arguing, he merely tugged into his embrace. Lanky arms wrapping around your waist and pulling you into his chest. A large hand splayed over your stomach, rubbing gentle circles into your skin. You groan, feeling the soreness setting in much faster than you would have liked.
“Don’t worry.” He said, placing a chaste kiss on your shoulder. “You’re mine now, and I suppose that means I’m yours. And I’ll stay as long as you’ll have me.”
a/n : cause gangbangs. duh. and also i miss my msby boys <333
☀︎ MINORS DNI 18+ ONLY — gangbang, bukkake, consensual filming, oral (m and f receiving), facial, face-fucking, spitting, slight pussyjob, nipple play, tit slaps, slight cum-eating, creampie, cumplay, dirty talk, handjob, degradation, praise. 1911 words. (WENK)
at first glance, the msby black jackals are a group of large and well-built intimidating men—until that impression shatters when their youngest members open their mouths.
truly, they’re a handful when it comes to managing and keeping them in line, and everyone knows that. but not everyone knows just how much of a handful they really are behind closed doors.
“you’re such a messy pussy eater, omi-kun,” atsumu grunts as he watches his teammate spit on your folds. sakusa’s dark eyes glare at the setter, maintaining eye contact with the blonde as his hot tongue licks a wet stripe along your slit, causing you to moan around bokuto’s cock.
sakusa chuckles lowly at your reaction before his plush lips suckle your clit into the wet heat of his mouth, groaning when your hips jerk and thighs clench around his head.
his mouth sets a domino effect, just as he’s lapping away and making an even bigger mess between your legs, your fingers tighten around hinata’s orange strands. the youngest jackal is eager, louder—and he’s not afraid to make his pleasure known. he’s grinding against the side of your body, his teeth gently biting your hard nipple just as he moans from you tugging on his roots.
“your mouth is made to take my cock, baby. such a good girl for me—fuck yes,” bokuto groans, his hand gripping the headboard so hard that his knuckles turn white from the tension. his thighs are tense, his hips forming a steady rhythm with his lips parted in awe as he watches his cock stretch your mouth.
your jaw is aching, but that’s already something you’re used to, given the length and thickness that’s fucking your mouth like a toy. bokuto whines when you hum, the vibrations from your throat making him shudder.
atsumu’s no better, his hips meeting your hand just as it tightens around his shaft. he groans when his fingers tweak his dusky nipples, his caramel eyes blown wide as he watches you get used by him and his teammates. he looks to the side, making sure that his phone is capturing everyone in the frame—but mostly you.
the four men you work with claimed that it’s necessary, just so they can see and adjust their “form”. but really, they’re just sleazy bastards who get off on making a slut out of their lovely manager. you saw through their half-assed lie but you let them do as they please anyway.
because what’s better than one man addicted to giving you earth-shattering orgasms almost on the daily? three more, obviously.
sakusa pulls away and you let out a muffled whine, causing him to smirk as he kneels on the bed. he takes hold of his dick and rubs the tip between your wet folds, his dark eyes focused on the slick gushing out of you.
he pushes his cock inside you with a loud grunt, groaning when he bottoms out in your pussy. you’ve always been a snug fit and although he’s not as vocal as the rest, he’s just as addicted. addicted to the way you’re sucking him in like a glove.
you cry out and jerk your hips as sakusa’s thick cock fills you up, eyes crossing with the lewd sensation of servicing multiple men at the same time. he places your legs around his waist and doesn’t waste time by thrusting into you so harshly that it has you seeing stars.
it spurs the rest of them on, tears in your eyes as you feel bokuto’s cock poke at the back of your throat. hinata pulls away from your tits and takes your hand from his head, wrapping your fingers around his cock. now both of your hands are occupied, jerking the both of them off while atsumu hovers over you as he slaps your bouncing tits from sakusa’s heavy thrusts. hinata pants heavily, one of his hands guiding yours over his length while his free hand twists and pulls on your nipples.
“you spread your legs for us every day and your pussy’s still so fucking tight,” sakusa hisses, his dark eyes narrowed in concentration as his large hands grip your waist, pulling you back and forth on his cock. his lips are parted in fascination, marvelling at how your cunt is swallowing him.
you clench around his dick, excited by his mocking tone and it only serves to make him groan your name, throwing his head back, leaving his thick curls askew while his hips’ rhythm stutter.
“fuckin’ hell. look at you, servicin’ four cocks at the same time,” atsumu huffs, his hips thrusting towards your softer and smoother hand. you squeeze his shaft in response, making the mouthy setter gasp and shudder. he retaliates by slapping your tits again, smirking when you sputter and gurgle around the heavy dick in your mouth.
“you like being the team slut, huh?”
you’re gagging on bokuto’s cock, tears falling from your eyes as his large hand pulls on your hair, and fuck—you’re so messy but it’s so hot.
drool and pre-cum seep from the corners of your mouth and bokuto feels his balls tighten, his words and praises are slurred just as he nears his high. hinata’s close too (it’s always easy to make the two excitable and overeager men cum) and the orange haired man blabbers on about how you’re so good to him, how you let him use your soft and warm hand. his earnest and whiny voice tugs on atsumu’s abdomen, spurred on by the unmistakable need in his voice.
“see what ya do to us sweetheart? ya always make us feel like teenagers when we fuck you,” atsumu moans, his eyes hooded as he gropes your tits.
sakusa’s cheeks are red, shining with sweat from the exertion and the tightness of your velvety cunt. his deep groans and thrusts make your eyes roll to the back of your head, the drag of his cock inside your clenching wet walls is too addictive, and bokuto’s sloppy thrusts in your mouth builds towards your orgasm.
“c’mon sweetie, can me and shoyo-kun cum on your pretty tits and face?” atsumu coos and you nod—as much as you can anyway with bokuto fucking your face and choking you.
you squeeze both the bases of atsumu and hinata’s cocks and hinata moans your name, doubling over as his voice becomes an octave higher.
“fuck, i’m cumming!” he cries as his entire body trembles, white and hot spurts of his cum staining your bouncing tits. his black and silver haired teammate is quick to follow, giving out his own cries as his cock shoots thick load after thick load down your throat.
their orgasm triggers the rest and atsumu angles his cock towards your face, groaning your name just as he drenches your cheeks and the exposed part of your neck with his release. bokuto whimpers, his hips jerking to a stop as he fills your throat with his warm and salty cum, thighs tensing and balls tightening as he empties himself in your mouth. “fuck yeah, take my cum, baby. fuck yes swallow it—oh god.”
sakusa is the last to cum and for a split second, he remembers that he’s supposed to pull out and cum on your stomach but the heat, the tightness, the loud squelch of your walls clenching and fluttering around his cock proves to be too much and he ends up cumming inside you instead, spurts of his cum filling you until they spill where you and him are connected.
but he doesn’t stop there. even when the rawness stings, he’s still determined to make you cream all around him, so he rubs your clit furiously, making you arch your back and whine loudly. your eyes are wide open but you can’t see anything, too drunk on sakusa’s swift fingers playing with your bundle of nerves. you cum instantly, and you’re one hundred percent sure that you black out from the intense pleasure of his cock pistoning inside of you and thick fingers flicking your clit.
you shudder and tremble for a few moments, back deeply arched before you drop on the bed, all the while not letting go of nor spitting out the cocks in your hands and mouth. you’re an expert, after all.
white strings run down your ass while sakusa removes your legs from his waist, pulling them straight until your ankles are resting on his shoulders. he plants soft and wet kisses on them as he grunts from the small and short thrusts he’s making. the squelching noises are loud and obscene, your face heating up at the lewd noises. his movements form a creamy white ring on the base of his cock as sakusa’s chest heaves.
they’re all breathing heavily and when atsumu recovers from the haze, his eyebrows furrow when he notices sakusa still buried deep inside of you. he pouts childishly, his eyes narrowed at where the two of you are sloppily connected.
“you were supposed to cum on her tummy, omi-kun.”
“try fucking her tight cunt, miya. see if you won’t cum inside her pussy as well,” sakusa hisses, glowering at the blonde for his whining.
the two are busy bickering while the other two are indulging in you. bokuto pulls out of your mouth and quickly captures your lips in his, not caring about the taste of his cum. he’s kissing you fervently, the clicks of your tongues echoing with your moans.
hinata is flat on the bed again, sucking on your tits as he licks his cum off of your chest as he starts playing with them again. atsumu huffs and gets off the bed to take the phone and assessing the newest addition. he stops the recording and replays the video, observing it as desire with a tinge of amusement crosses his handsome face.
sakusa scoffs at him, then kisses your ankles one last time before he pulls out of your drooling cunt, groaning as he does so. he watches his cum dribble out of your hole for a few seconds, his thick fingers spreading it all over your folds before he makes a beeline for the bathroom.
“we have enough clips to make a porn reel, boys,” atsumu laughs as he swipes through his camera roll.
“like highlights? just like what our video team made for us at the year-end awards?” bokuto asks enthusiastically, separating himself from your lips, uncaring of the way his cum and your saliva create a string that connects your mouths.
hinata hums an affirmative, his free hand reaching out to grope and massage your other tit, his fingertips circling on the hardened peak.
“yeah,” atsumu breathes, locking his phone and putting it on the nightstand as he positions himself in between your glistening and trembling thighs, mirroring sakusa’s earlier position.
he groans when he sees the cum dribbling out of your little hole and he guides the tip of his cock to it, playing with the white strings before pushing the mess back inside your wrecked pussy.
“exactly like that, bo-kun” atsumu groans, throwing his head back when the heat and wetness of your cunt envelops his dick. you moan loudly, throwing your head back on the headboard, your heart thrumming in your chest when you remember that this is just the second of many rounds tonight.
it might be tiring and you’re always limping after, but being the manager of these four men is definitely a dream come true.
AUTHOR’S NOTE: whew this is finally done!! i wanted to do something special for valentine’s day because i haven’t been posting much, but as usual, this ended up coming out late :(( but it is my longest fic…like ever. sooo i’m sorry for the wait </3 but i hope you enjoy!! <333
your eyes flutter open, breathing in the cool, chilly air of winter and instinctively cuddling closer to the warm body next to you. you smile, remembering the date today, february 14th.
you turn your body over to face your sleeping boyfriend as you smile goofily at how peaceful he looks. his eyes suddenly shoot open, a cocky smile coming to his lips.
“watchin’ me while i sleep, huh? stalker.” you push his shoulder playfully, giggles naturally falling from your lips as he reaches down to your side to tickle you. you squirm, accidentally kicking him in the process, causing him to curl up in pain.
“oh my gosh, are you okay?” you begin to apologize, before he continues his onslaught of tickles, only stopping when he’s got you pinned down, his heavy body looming over you as he presses kisses to your forehead. “g’morning baby. happy valentine’s day.” you return his smile, wrapping your hands around his neck. “happy valentine’s day, issei.”
a/n i already did the html for this before i changed my theme and i’m to lazy to redo it!
# NUMBER 1: USERS
LINK !
use him, and he’ll use you. simple. he likes taking turns with whos fucking who. he wraps his arms behind your back so he can forcefully pull you onto him essentially using you as his personal sex toy. no mater how much you whine, you’re not going anywhere. he wants you seated in his lap, holding you tight, taking his cock till he hits your cervix and fills you up.
he wants you to ride him, i’m sure the name was self explanatory? he doesnt always want to be in charge all the time, so he’ll let you take over. seeing you on top is fun and sexy but so fucking intimate at the same time. the eye contact between you two, the way his hands roam all over your body casually finding leisure on your hips and waist to bounce you up and down at a pace that’s pleasurable for both of you. the kissing, THE KISSING HELLO?
you just want to make him feel good, and he knows that so he’ll fuck up into you to make sure that you feel just as good as good as him. you feel too good to resist, and it wouldn’t be fair if you had all the fun now would it?
sleepy, lazy, cuddle sex. yes. he’s not quite sure whether he wants to snuggle you in his arms, or be balls deep in your cunt, so why not both? the warmth of your body’s so close together, arms wrapped around each other, it’s pure bliss and overall just feels so good. especially when it’s in the morning and y’all just woke up, you happened to be so needy and couldn’t wait any longer. it’s all worth when you fall asleep cockwarming him.
breed. breed. breed. ONLY THING THAT MATTERS. he’s only concern is stuffing you full of his cum. he just wants to breed his baby n’ make you a pretty little mommy. best believe your legs are getting pushed back into that matting press while he pounds your bruised cunt, whispering praises in your ear about how he can’t to see you pregnant, babble and moaning from the overstim of fucking his cum into you.
how did you think you dressing up in his favourite lingerie, and sending him pictures of you in it waiting for him to get home would end? if you guessed getting fucked hanging over your bed, than you are correct! how dare you make him hard at work/practice, the minute he opened that door there was no getting out of what you’ve cause, surely you’d be put in your place, even tho that’s what you wanted the whole time. all that blood rushing to your head while he fucks you from behind hearing you babble inaudible words. “fucking brat enjoying what’s supposed to be punishment” you whine at his words, gaining you nothing but a harsh slap on your ass.
prompt: 11 - "am i your lock screen?" "you weren't supposed to see that." (fluff)
warnings: fluff, crack
>masterlist<
lucifers room was quite, no noise other that the fancy little fan above on the ceiling whirring around as well as lucifer's non-stop scribbling from where he was working at the little makeshift work area in the corner of his room.
it was peaceful, there was no noise outside just yet since it was still super early in the morning even though there was bound to be rustling in the hallway in just an hour or so. but for now, he just decided to enjoy the silence he was provided.
his mind was deeply immersed into his work, nothing could break him from it. he was totally and completely focu-
knock! knock! knock!
...
well so much for peace, because it was just thrown out of the window.
lucifer could already feel the annoyance nagging at him, and he hadn't even answered the door yet. but, he only knew one person who would knock on his door before coming in, and his raging nerves eased.
"y/n?" he spoke up loud enough to where the person on the other side could hear.
there was a moment of silence before the door cracked open, and it was indeed your head that poked into the room. "how did you know?"
the avatar of pride wanted to smile to himself but decided against it, "never mind that, what brings you here so early in the morning? who else is awake?"
you invited yourself into his room and shrugged, not caring that you were still dressed in your night wear. "it's just me. i woke up early and couldn't sleep so i walked by and knocked on doors to see if everyone else was awake cause i was bored, and you were the only one who answered.. sooo."
lucifer's mood dropped drastically, and he began to feel impatient. you could literally see it in the way he evidently expressed it with his features, because you offered him a nervous smile.
taking a deep breath, lucifer spoke with a dangerous edge to his tone. "and for this reason, you chose to disrupt me?"
you stood silent for a moment before opening your mouth with unease, "i'm gonna assume you were really focused with you work?"
lucifer closed his eyes for a moment, bringing a hand to his head before looking looking back up at you with a crease between his eyebrows. "that's correct. if that's all, then i'd like you to leave now."
"yep.. i was just about to do that." you say quickly, and turn to leave when the ding of a d.d.d. went off on lucifer's nightstand beside his bed.
"heavens." you heard lucifer mumble, glancing at his nightstand which was all the way over at the other side of the room. "would you get that for me? then you are free to leave." he instructed you, not even bothering to spare you a glance.
you squinted at him, but did as he said and mumbled under your breath. "what an ass."
"what was that?"
"i'll be fast!..?" you quickly replaced, speeding your pace up until your reached his phone. leaning over to glance at his screen, you didn't know if you wanted to hug him or make fun of him when you saw what you saw.
picking up his phone, you admired his lock screen for a little bit, ignoring the notification that was in the way. it was a picture of you, one you had taken at an event when your own d.d.d. had died and you asked to borrow lucifer's, you remember being surprised when he let you use it, too.
it was just a selfie you had tried to take of you and lucifer, and he had ducked away right before you could snap it. but still, he used it as his lock screen.
your heart fluttered a little bit.
you walked over slowly to his makeshift desk, still looking at the screen before finally breaking away to look at lucifer with a smirk. "am i your lock screen?"
lucifer's head snapped up to look at you, and you could see the panic instantly settling in as it flooded his features. he stood up abruptly and leaned over his desk to snatch the device from your hand, glancing down at it in horror before sitting back down, placing the d.d.d. face down.
"you weren't supposed to see that." he snapped, glaring at you.
your grin widened, your eyes sparkling. "if i wasn't supposed to see it, why'd you ask me to grab it?"
you saw his fist clenched on top of his desk before he looked back down at his work, pretending to be busy. "satan put it as my lock screen yesterday, i just forgot to change."
"y'know for the most powerful, high and mighty demon brother, you are a terrible liar."
lucifer ignored you, "don't get so full of yourself, it'll be gone by breakfast."
your smile faltered, turning into a small disappointed frown. "oh."
at this, the demon glanced up at you with a cocked eyebrow. "oh?" he repeated. you remained silent for a moment, shrugging your shoulders as all your hope died away. "it just.. i thought it was a nice lock screen." you say with a deliberate pout, looking to the side for dramatic affect.
lucifer's features soften, "it.. it is. it's a very lovely lock screen.. i just.."
"so you think i'm pretty?"
"what?"
you fought a grin, taking your d.d.d out of your pocket. "you said it was lovely, so you think i'm pretty?"
lucifer's cheeks were dusted pink as he tried to come up with the correct words for this situation, and you could tell he was trying to force it away. but he didn't have enough time as you lifted your phone and snapped a picture of his red face, smiling to yourself once you looked back at the picture you took.
"now i have my lock screen." you said happily to yourself, glancing back over at lucifer only for your muscles to tense up when you saw the darkening scowl on his face.
"delete that picture."
you froze, pretending to think for a moment before squeaking out a quick 'no' and scurried out of the room with lucifer not far behind you.
aone wearing a baby carrier at the grocery store. people walking by are terrified of him and scared for his tiny daughter too because of just how huge and intimidating and unsmiling he is…until his child kicks out her pudgy little legs and looks up at him, giggling and babbling a cute “da-da!” while raising her arms and making grabby fists. and the expression he makes when he looks down at her—a heartachingly soft and gentle look—makes them all feel like fools for ever thinking he was anything but that.
Mikey lets you land them, doing his very best to bite back his growing smile, the lack of force behind each punch too cute for him to stop you. he takes your arm as you deliver the last punch to his arm and pulls you towards him in one swift movement, now standing face to face he leans in, your noses touching as he gently nudges yours with his, "i'm sorry baby, i'm listening now" his eyes shine with sincerity as they look into yours and he tries to help with your frustration.
Draken senses your fuming presence entering the room but he doesn't shift, only his eyes move to lock on yours. he doesn't sit up even as you throw three nimble punches to the side of his arm, a place you wouldn't have been able to reach if he wasn't lying down. His eyes follow your hands and he strategically wraps both of his legs around your waist, pulling you onto the bed on top of him, kissing the angry tears on your cheeks away silently until you're ready to talk.
Chifuyu allows you to punch his arm to your heart's content, watching you almost attentively, amused, and he can't help but let out a laugh the more you huff in effort. His body doesn't even flinch, your small punches feel like tickles to the experienced street fighter, he's found nothing hurts as much after Baji's beating. You collapse against his chest, defeated with your head buried into it and he wraps his arms around you, leaning down to press a soft kiss to the crown of your head. "Okay, I'm sorry." he whispers, melting your grudge instantaneously.
Mitsuya steps side to side, dodging each punch successfully while you fail to dodge the kisses he keeps planting on your face in exchange. The little match grows tiring soon enough, it ends abruptly with him getting a little frustrated at your lack of communication and grabbing your face with both of his palms holding you in place to look up at him, "Talk to me y/n."
Baji turns to look at you, he'd completely forgotten eating the leftovers you told him were yours. Now there you stood, hungry and annoyed, a red mark forming on his arm from where you'd just punched him. He stands up instantly, wearing a frown on his face as he towers over you, "What do you think you're doing?" he growls taking the wrist that holds your small fist in his palm. "You're supposed to aim it right here." he brings your arm up, aiming it directly at his jaw. "Try again." he says sternly, releasing your fist and standing expectantly. You do with your mac and cheese the only thing on your mind until you hear your fist connect, coming back to your senses as Baji doubles over. "BABE! I'M SO SOR-" you're cut off as he straightens back up with a smirk on his face. "Okay, your footing was off, let's try it again."
Hanma chuckles, airy and unbothered despite the sucker punch you thought you were delivering. Instead, he pulls you closer by the hem of your shirt "You punch like such a girl." he says with a scrunched-up face. You reach an arm out to slap him but he stops you with his impeccable reflexes, quickly pinning both of your arms down at your sides. A man of few words of course chooses to kiss your anger away, your fists unclenching until they're reaching for the hem of his shirt.
Kazutora's eyebrows shoot up the moment your fist makes rough contact with his shoulder. "What was that?" he starts laughing when he realizes you're actually not kidding, the frown on your face making his laugh climb up the volume scale."Oh no, she's getting angrier!" he yells as you groan in frustration, red-faced. He begins sprinting away, feigning genuine fear with high-pitched yells and you run after him, forgetting all about the anger by the time you've caught up to your soft baby boyfriend.
an: request of the reader being inexperienced so they ask their bff for help (plus they have feelings for u) <3
-ˏˋ mikey
the absent thoughts flowed through mikey’s mind when you told him you wanted him—your best friend; to teach you. he was afraid at first, treating you like a delicate flower as he laid you down on the bed—scared any gust of wind he blew on your naked body would rip you to shreds. “why me though?” mikey questions, skimming his fingers across your stomach till he reaches your thighs, spreading them apart slowly. your answer is simple, he’s the one you trust most so of course, you trust him the most with your body. but mikey has a conflicting battle in his head, he’d be excited to jump on this opportunity but he’s kinda madly in love with you. mikey rests his face in the crook of your neck, his hot breath fanning over your skin “what if i can’t stop once i’m inside?” his finger slides between your folds, simmering down till his digit knocks at your tight hole. your fingers dig in his arm, a small whine at the touch of him—mikey subsides the butterflies swarming his gut and pushes a finger in. “f-fuck you’re tight” he watches your expressions, the fluttering of your lashes every time he plunges his finger in, the noises of your whines of how good just his fingers feels. “do you want more?” mikey leans on his hand beside you, his hair masking half of his face while he watches your chest rise and then fall, sweetness saturates his features. gentle fingers pull the hair from your mouth, a kiss landing on your cheek—he doesn’t want this to end whether it be fucking you with his fingers or genuinely just being with you. you reply yes, feeling his body dip into the mattress as he crawls over you, his hand resigns back between your legs. “wanna make you cum before i fuck you, okay pretty girl?” you innocently shake your head yes, feeling his finger gently move inside you. mikey watches your head throw back side to side, his finger grinding against your velvet walls— he’s drowning in this feeling. he can’t describe the taste that lays on his tongue, he wonders if it’s the amount of times you call his name when he moves his thumb around your clit, the begging adorned speech that settles evenly on his heart. your hips begin bucking at the unsettling heat pouring from your stomach, pooling around your cunt until the waves of heat circulate through your whole body. it’s powerful, surges of pleasure snip at your bones, and mikey is there—kissing the salty tears that linger on your eyes as you cream around his fingers. “fuck you’re so beautiful” mikey kisses your temple, licking at your perked nipples as he aligns himself with your sensitive heat “gonna make this pussy mine.” he cradles your face within his palms, watching your eyes tilt close at the stretch, his thumbs rubbing circles among your cheeks feeling warmth under his touch—his cock fully pushing in molding his place within you. your eyes knock back open once he’s reached the bottom, he’s there guiding your hips with his as mikey starts to move—slowly. you notice the twinkle in his eyes, the soft touch clouding his vision, and soon enough he starts sloppy thrusts in you. your eyes align back with his as mikey gasps at your cunt clenching down on him, swallowing him whole. he stills for a moment to hold you closer, his nose brushing past yours “i have you now don’t i? can this be forever?” you don’t reply but the way you’re unraveling under him—he has his answer.
-ˏˋ draken
draken’s eyes glance down at his hands, looking at the blue veins wrapped around his wrist then at his fingers thick enough to swallow the rings scattered on his digits—he wonders how are they going to fit in your tiny hole? draken looks back up at you on the bed, your naked body propped up on his bed—eyes set in a sinless stare as you whimper at his absent touch. draken isn’t complaining about this effect on you, he’s wanted this and you for a long time—asking for his help in teaching you was just the tip of the iceberg. “what do you want next, princess?” his question hangs clear in your mind—him. you mutter a shy answer, begging for a relief of the throbbing between your legs, he obliges nervously hovering his body over yours. he lands his weight on his knees as draken traces his fingers down to your cunt, slowly circling his thumb at your clit while his finger breaks the innocence of your hole. “fuck you’re so wet” draken groans at the tight grip of your pussy on his thick finger. you gasp at the stretch, feeling the icy touch of his ring push through your velvet walls—he settles a finger in your hole shifting his weight so he can crash his lips with yours, between the kisses he starts to move, your nails digging into his shoulders while he stretches you more. within the pants of his lips mixing with yours he slips his tongue in your mouth “i feel how much you keep clenching, you’re about to cum, you want that huh?” he questions, mesmerized at your body heaving from the rush of pleasures. “i wanna be the only one that can make you feel this good” draken moans, watching your body jerk at the final plunge of his finger until you’re creaming around him “there you go pretty girl, let go.” the first time you’ve ever felt this good, the first time you’re moaning this loud and the first time you’ve came and it’s all because of him. draken feels chains set on his heart flutter when you’re beneath him; begging for more. he steady his cock in his fist, pumping it a couple of times before aligning with your clenching hole “i guess this is a bad time to tell you i love you” he snorts, pushing in you—you can’t say anything back, the words choked back as a moan erupts through your chest, he wears a bashful smile as draken thrusts inside of you. the burning wavers once he’s fully inside of you, cooing at your whines of how big he is and hissing at the grip you on shoulders for support. “move your hips with mine, gonna make you feel good” draken holds your ass with his palms, rocking his dick deeper in you—what did he say to you earlier? you think maybe he was caught up in the moment but draken is quick to remind you, his face buried deep in the ravine of your neck “i love you” he whispers, throwing one of your legs over his hip while he holds your face with one of his hands still moving you in sync with him “and i’m going to fuck you till you know just how much i love you.”
-ˏˋ hanma
hanma’s eyes follow your body till it reaches him, he’s sitting comfortably on the bed with a cigarette placed neatly between his lips “you want me to teach you?” he asks, raking his eyes over your body. you’d been friends with him for what felt like an eternity, he always did what you asked so it was the polite thing for him to teach you how to properly fuck. a question he tried his hardest not to flinch at, tucking in his emotions while you emptied your begging questions of wanting to be more experienced. he didn’t mind, no not at all—but hanma had feelings for you so the jealously he felt wondering where the experience was going to take you drove him insane. pondering thoughts as he told you to stand in front of him, curious habits as hanma asked you to kneel at his crotch, and lingering love when he asked you to suck his cock. “let’s start out with this, try to fit my dick in your mouth—start sucking and i’ll make you feel good” he smiles down at you, your hands nervously gripping at the base of his cock while you obediently try fitting his whole girth in your mouth. “f-fuck—yes like that, you’re such a good girl” hanma hisses at your warm mouth pitifully trying to take him in, your tongue swirling around the head, he can’t help but grip your hair while you sink down further. hanma wipes the tears from your face, cooing as new ones arise from the stings of his length. “just like that, keep going, won’t be long till i’ll be cumming down that pretty throat of yours” you whine back at him, the vibrations echoing through his core. hama groans watching you suck him faster, even putting your hands up to cup at his balls—are you going to do that for someone else? hanma clears the thoughts as he feels himself coming undone, your throat swelling at the twitch from his dick. “bout to cum, you’ve done such a good job sweet girl, you ready?” you expected from his question hanma was going to cum down your throat but the next thing you knew he was spraying the hot liquid on your face, covering your vision. he grabs your cheeks pulling your lips to his “gotta mark what’s mine~ now get on the bed and let me fuck that pretty pussy.”
-ˏˋ ran
a lazy smirk spreads on ran’s face when you ask him about lending a hand on your problem about being inexperienced. he snickers as you word vomit your insecurities about being a virgin, the clueless thoughts you have when it comes to sex and the innocent cloak you wear. as he continues the half hearted laugh as you explain yourself, you decide your best friend wasn’t the one to ask and your eyes roll as you turn from him and leave, the door knob in your grasp before ran marks his fingers around your wrist and throws you down on his bed “i’ll fuck you don’t worry about that, but you know i’m going to have to tease you first.” although ran has loved you for half of the time he knew you, ruining your virgin facade wasn't a thought in his mind but now it was all he could think about. “i wonder how hard you’ll cum around me” his voice lingers in your ear, your body laid flat on his bed as he cages himself around you. every taunt he leaves on you, he takes an article of clothes off until you’re naked under him and he’s fully clothed in greed and sin. “i bet you’re going to make the prettiest moans for me huh?” ran slides his hand down your stomach, stopping right about your pulsating cunt “this pretty pussy is about to be ruined by me” your head fills with fog when ran slides a finger in your hole, the threading of his finger moving inside you—feeling his stiff cock bump against your leg—you need him now. ran leaves purple kisses on your neck, sucking on the tattered skin and leaving small bites alongside your flesh. your whines become distracting as ran pumps his finger inside your messy hole “you’re so needy for my cock already? can you handle it?” ran taunts feeling your cunt clench at his words, another loafing smile creeps on his face “i guess your pussy is answering for you, you ready pretty girl?” you whimper a yes, grabbing at his shoulders until ran is hovering over your cunt and slowly sinks in. your teeth bare down the burning stretch on his shoulder, his groans hits higher pitches as he feels your cunt suck him in whole. once ran bottoms out inside of you, he pushes away the stray hairs from your face kissing your cheeks and nose “i don’t care if after this you run to another person” he starts small strokes inside of you, letting his finger come between your bodies to rub at your clit, the feeling of your orgasm coming through already, he starts swiping harder at your sensitive bud watching your body twitch “but nobody will make you cum like this, sweetheart” and on ran’s words, you cum—hard, all over his throbbing cock.
-ˏˋ rindou
as soon as the words slipped from your mouth rindou is on you, needing to taste you as he presses his lips against yours, sliding his tongue inside all of the spots in your mouth. it happened on a whim, confiding in your best friend for much needed help with your lack of knowledge pertaining to sex. you didn’t expect rindou to be this needy, asking permission as he stripped you of your clothes leaving behind a kiss on every inch of your skin. “can’t believe you want me to teach you” he mumbles, taking his shirt off and then his hands grabbing your face to press his lips back on yours. “i’ve wanted you for a long time now” he moans, taking the rest of his clothes off in one motion so there’s no wasted time without your touch. his chest is heavy with every kiss you feed back to him, just as needy as him now you beg for every touch, kiss and lick he owns. “need in you now, ride me please” he begs, but you don’t know how to do that—guess it’s good rindou is there to show you. his hands carefully hover you over his hard cock, watching sweetly as he drags you down on him. a whine escaping from your lips but rindou is quick to eat the cries of pain with his mouth on you until you’re slowly sinking down fully flush on his lap. “i’ll move you, okay? just hold me and let me make you feel good” rindou starts at a smooth pace, grinding down inside of you—his eyes never leaving your perfect body. your arms cling to his neck for support while he moves you, slowly you feel a knot move from your legs till it reaches your aching cunt “that’s it, you’re gonna cum soon pretty girl” his praises set your heart to the skies as he reaches your high for you, the gutted feeling of him loving you rather fucking you. your whines warp to moans before you know it but rindou is there, kissing away all the pain with his lips on your neck “i’m here baby, always and forever.”
-ˏˋ sanzu
“that’s it pretty baby suck a little harder for me now, yeah?” sanzu swipes the hairs from your fluttering lashes as you sink down further on his cock, his fingers meshed with the bedsheets while you take more of his dick. how did a timid question turn into this? you’ll never know fully, but you do know you don’t want to stop. not when your childhood best friend can’t stop rolling his eyes in the back of his skull when you slurp around his cock, his ungodly moans rolling through his lips and those scars you always loved to see curled in his most beautiful ‘o’ face. “you’re doing so good for me, i’m about to cum but you don’t deserve it down your throat” sanzu’s head is thrown back as you gag around his words, he whimpers as his seed is about to spill but he finally gathers enough willpower to pull you off. “you’re so perfect for me” he whispers, watching your tongue hang out ready for his seed, he shivers glancing down at your legs a mess and rubbing together. “come here angel, it’s time for your reward for being such a good girl” sanzu pats on the bed beside him, watching you eagerly sit beside him. he smiles at you again, the corners of his lips curling into a mischievous smile as you gasp at him turning you around on all fours, “look at that pretty pussy, it’s so wet for me” sanzu slides a finger down your slit, erupting a whine from you—he shushes you soaking in the pleasure he’s getting from the view on his end. “wanna be mine after this? i’ll make you feel good all the time angel” he asks, slowly pumping a finger in and picking up speed as you blurt a yes mixed with shocks of pleasure. “that’s my girl, now spread your legs some more and tell me if it hurts, okay?” your ass shakes in response and sanzu is there to guide his cock slowly in your tiny hole. “so tight angel, so tight for me, yeah?” sanzu gently smacks your ass as he guides your hips against him, feeling his orgasm hit faster than expected “you’re mine angel, all fucking mine” sanzu is hard on the statement, filling your needy hole up over and over.
you were warned, more times than you could count on your fingers yet you never listened. persisting on staying with him, thinking things would be different because how he treated you when your relationship first began. he’d leave you, night after night sobbing into your pillow seeking refuge in your bedroom. every word feeling like poison seeping through your blood, an ache swelling in your weak chest. everyday felt like a battle, attempting to fight back but it was useless. the lion and the lamb, one simply overpowering the other effortlessly.
“you’re just being insecure”, every time you question the random unsaved numbers blowing up his phone at the darkest hours. slowly, but surely starting to believe what he had to say. why won’t you leave? how could you when he makes it up to you, or at least what you think is an apology.
your back pressed into a deep arch, tip of his cock brushing so sweetly against your sweet spot. drool soiling the pillow, mixing with the tears that you didn’t even attempt to hold back. every thrust was part of his apology, heavy balls smacking against you with every ministration. hands roughly grabbing and slapping at the globes of your ass, each hit so harsh it was almost as if you could already see the bruises. the sweetest words pouring from his lips, almost as if he genuinely loved you.
“nnghhh too much”
hand weakly reaching back, thinking he was being genuine when he slowed down for a split second. your thoughts quickly shut down when he wrapped a hand around your neck, pulling you up so your back was pressed against his chest.
“oh? that’s too much?”
not even having a chance to respond, he picked up his pace. the only thing you could do was take it, whines and moans pouring like a waterfall out of your lips. your thighs trembling, wanting to grab at something to ground yourself. your nails dug into his wrists, crescent shapes forming in the flesh. it didn’t take long for the coil to snap, orgasm racking through your body while he emptied his load into you not too long after. hair stuck to your face, sweat at the top of your hairline. despite the fact he came, he thrusted up into you a few more times like he wanted to hear you cry.
“so good for me.”
“fuck, atta girl”
your heart felt content knowing those words will soon turn into something that’ll put you back in square one.
“you’re being too sensitive”
“you’re the problem here, not me.”
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˖ ་ 🍭 — MANIPULATION
MITSUYA T. — HAITANI R. — KAZUTORA H. — KAKUCHO H. — RYUGUJI K.
you felt stuck in this little box without no way out because of him. everyday the same words being exchanged, constantly switching up on you over the most pathetic things. he was so awful, synthetic sadness towards you as if you were the one who did something wrong. it often made you question your sanity, were you in the wrong? was everything he said right? you had no one left to turn to, constantly reminding you that you didn’t need anyone but him. your friends were no just a faint memory, you couldn’t even recall the last time you spoke to your family. frustration bubbled in your chest time and time again, and oh you were such a fool if you thought you could leave him. empty threats thrown towards at the individual, explaining you wanted out. his response always getting you in your own head, making you question everything all over again.
“i said i was sorry, did i not?”
“your reaction seems a bit much no?”
those words always followed this exact situation, your legs hooked over his shoulders while he slid into you inch by inch. your back slightly aching off the bed, consumed by the way his length was filling you to the hilt. balled up fists gripping the sheets beneath you, thrusts lethal and unmerciful. low groans mixing with your moans, pads of his fingertips toying at your clit. the virulent duo of his cock and his fingers that always brought you to the brink with no hesitation. chanting his name like a mantra, fucking you through your high while praising you so sweetly,
“good girl”
“there you go baby”
every concern slowly slipping through your mind, too fucked out to even remember what your conversation was about before this. you could feel the bed rock against the wall, tears forming at your lash line. a neediness, needing him to cum in you so you could gain a sense of satisfaction. it was times like this where you felt like he actually loved you and cared about you. whining when he came in you, your sticky substances mixing.
“i got you, i promise.”
a phony promise that will mean nothing by the time dawn comes.
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˖ ་ 🍭 — NEGLECT
MANJIRO S. — CHIFUYU M. — HAITANI R. — RYUGUJI K. — HAITANI RIN.
day by day, everything just felt more suffocating by the minute. confused where you went wrong? what were you lacking? were you not giving him what he needs? you didn’t really understand this behavior, you understood he had his own things to deal with but were you that easy to ignore? questions wracked through your brain like a tornado, tearing apart everything in his path. from not properly communicating with you, it went to not texting you back or not picking up your calls. the deep end was near, forgetting your own anniversary. embarrassment pulsating through your veins as you exited the restaurant, not even bothering to send a text or call. you were angry to say the least, tired of this one sided relationship. you waited for him to come home, time moving as slow as molasses in winter. the argument opening itself back up, the same fight that you had last week, and the week before that.
he just stared at you, a bored look on his face. you had tears in your eyes, voice hoarse from the yelling while he sat there occasionally sighing.
“you done?”
those two words causing you to cry even harder, pissed at his reaction. you felt him grab you, pulling you onto his lap embracing you. you knew what this was, and somehow you fell for the trap every time. the only time he’s given you proper attention.
nails digging into his shoulders, sinking down onto his length which effortlessly nudged at your cervix. his hands sliding down your body, whispers of sweet nothings filling your ears,
“take what you need”
“you have me”
bouncing up and down his length, whines seeping between your lips. these are the moments you felt so content, so special. the sensation his cock pulsating within your gummy walls consumed you, nails digging deeper to break his flesh. his lips would attach themselves to your neck, marking you up with the prettiest of hickeys that anyone could have ever given you. calloused hands grabbing at the flesh of your ass, holding on as if you were gonna disappear from his grasp. the fact this was temporary slipped from your mind, focused on the way his words motivated your nearing orgasm. you were close, too close and weak in the knees. he’d snap his hips up, fucking into you like he had purpose. like a snap of someones fingers, you two came at the same time. your cum and his leaking down his length, down to the base.
Tags/tw: high school setting but Kuroo and reader are 18+, jealousy, claiming bite (aka small blood mention), knotting, breeding mention, oral [f.receive]
WC: 8k
A/N: I made you wait for your request long enough @cuillen I’m sorry for that at least lol. But here it is! Bonus that it’s a submission for @daichidaichidaichi’s Hybrid Collab, so if anyone is in need of any more feral 2D men just slide on over to the collab post -> click [ here ] <-
A/N 2: The sincerest of thanks to @vanille–kiss and @meiansmistress for both beta reading and brainstorming with me on this fic. It wouldn’t have been finished otherwise. Additional thanks to @oneblonded @bohica160 and @[will be added later] for reading through and content checking for me!<3
“Thanks again for helping out,” Kiyoko smiles at you as you help unload the bus. “With Yachi sick, we could use all the help we can get. Not every team is lucky enough to have managers.”
You give the soft-scented beta a warm smile. “Of course. Not like I could say no when Kou and Daichi-kun ask so nicely.” You shoot your brother a smile that’s a little too forced and he chuckles awkwardly.
Kiyoko laughs at the silver-haired alpha’s reaction. “Sugawara, did you coerce her into coming? I told you it would’ve been fine.”
“I did not!” Suga protests goodnaturedly, pouting. “All I said was that it would be so sweet of my little sister to give us a hand. She’s been to enough of our games to know what to do anyways.”
“We’re the same age, Kou.” You roll your eyes when he gives you a cheeky grin.
“I’ve got twenty-two minutes on you, so you’re still my little sis,” he teases, pinching your cheeks until you throw him off with a heatless glare.
“Alright you two,” Daichi intervenes sternly. “We’re the older ones here, we have to set an example.”
The gentle but warning scent that rolls off of the alpha captain makes the three of you duck your heads instinctively, muttering soft apologies, but you still stick your tongue out at your brother one last time before grabbing your overnight bag and following Kiyoko into the school building.
The moment you enter through the door, you’re hit with the overwhelming scent of—
Thinking about construction worker Aone and how he deserves the absolutely sweetest wife (or partner in general). He comes home from work every day, sweaty and a little dirty, though he always tries to clean himself up before coming home to you. Still, some dirt clings to him and he tries to tell you but you still kiss him everyday when he comes through the door and every day he blushes a little. You're so eager to be close to him even when he is dirty and sweaty. He showers quickly and afterwards he eats his dinner, listening intently to you rant about your day. He wants to put away his dishes but you insist he needs some rest (which he does!) and shush him to the couch where he patiently waits for you to join him. Holding his arms open he lets you slip into his strong, warm embrace. His rough hands stroke your back gently, drawing random patterns onto your skin as you two watch a movie. He leans down to press a kiss to you forehead every now and then, enjoying how you always cuddle him tighter whenever he does. He always makes sure to hold and kiss you, even when he feels himself slip into his well deserved good night's sleep.
Aone works so hard to make sure everything is taken care of, to make sure he can surprise you with flowers or a cute keychain or a dinner every now and then.
@coolboy-goshiki requested: I’m finishing up my last college course this week and I was just thinking of big beefy daddy Meian rewarding his pretty little girl for finishing college and just being the amazing daddy he is.
a/n: bestie i’m sorry it took 2 months but i’m so proud of you!! congratulations how amazing <3 also i didn’t go to college so this could be very wrong but school is about 2% of this fic
contains: meian x f!reader, female petnames, collaring, daddy kink, size inclusive size kink, hints of choking, oral sex (m!receiving), fingering
w/c: 2k+
“I’m about to do it,” you whisper breathlessly, eyes wide and illuminated by the screen in front of you.
“What are you feeling?” a husky voice crackles from over the receiver of your smartphone, just barely distorted- still clearly the soothing baritone you’d grown so accustomed to.
“…Nervous.” There’s a laugh from the other line, your brows knitting and hands dropping from their place on the trackpad. “Come on! This…this is all I’ve known for so many years. What do I do next?” Your fingers find your hair, fidgeting with it nervously while you stare at the ‘submit assignment’ button like it had wronged you somehow.
“Send the essay and get your cute ass down here as soon as possible. Don’t make me wait all day, understood?” The tone he used had a grip on you like no other, absentmindedly nodding even though he couldn’t see you.
atsumu is the first one to develop a crush the first time you see him spill his water bottle and immediately break from your own practice to come over and help clean it up and refill it for him, your cute smile and promises that it’s fine, it’s not a big deal, have his heart thumping every time he sees you.
hinata follows close after, falling for you when he overhears you laughing with your teammates- it’s the prettiest sound he’s ever heard. he wonders exactly what it would take to hear you laugh for him, so every single day after that he comes up and tells you his ‘joke of the day’…you end up laughing because he’s cute, not because he’s funny, and he’s convinced he’ll marry you.
sakusa has always kept a close eye on you…watching you do your stretches, watching the way you take on an almost parental role with your teammates- making sure they’re properly warmed up before they go flying through the air. he watches the way you move in your tight fitting workout clothes and ends up having to look away because he’s so flustered and a little ashamed of himself for gazing so unwaveringly.
bokuto knew you were the one for him when he caught you at a post game party in the kitchen, loading up a plate with snacks. the room was empty except for the two of you- and your mile high plate, of course. his eyes went wide before he erupted into a huge smile, ready to ask what you were up to. you shoved a miniature quiche in his mouth while shushing him, promising to share your spoils if he doesn’t rat you out, and soon after he was following you like a lovesick puppy.
and meian…he swears up and down he would never let himself get distracted at work, but everyone knows he plays a little better when your cheers are the loudest. it’s like he can pick your voice out between the whoops and hollers of fans and your teammates alike, like it’s the only thing he needs to focus on before sending over a killer serve or blocking a spike effortlessly. seeing the surprise and pride on your face when he turns to see you standing there with your pom-poms is enough to keep him motivated for the rest of the game.
