imagine mattsun and y/n, where she's noticeably smaller, and everytime they fuck she swears she'll be able to take him in full, but everytime she still cant fit him all the way in, and he finds it adorable how much she tries
hehe riding mattsun and struggling to take him fully while he laughs at you. he’d look so good, all sweaty n flushed, while he’s letting out breathy laughs and cooing at you.
“what’s wrong? can’t take it?”
and when you shake your head and say you can, he puts his hands behind his head and leans back. “go ahead then, baby.”
he’ll entertain you for a while, encouraging you softly while you put your hands on his shoulders, head tilted down to see the way he’s splitting you in half. and when he’s had enough of your little cunt squeezing and throbbing around only half of his cock, he slams you down, holding you there even though your hips jolt and your entire body squirms under his hold. he kisses away your tears, still smirking when he says, “it’s alright, sweet girl. just sit there and look pretty while i use this little pussy. you can do that, can’t you?”
The fact that you write for us chubby girls and you write some good ass shit-
Mwah chefs kiss i love you
M-more mean Iwa? Asking for a friend. Or even yandere oikawa?
N e ways m tired as shit. It is 3 am so I am loopy so m sorry if this sounds like m tripping balls. Please go drink some water/eat n take breaks
no i love YOU
even more NO ONE
BULLY IWA X READER
masterlist
darkish content, proceed with caution
warnings: isolation, jealousy, unhealthy dynamics power imbalance, reliving past bad things??? idk, panic attacks, rawr
I do suggest u read these first two to get caught up, this follows the canon of the second one
no one more no one
Today was a very important day.
Today, you knew Iwaizumi would be testing you. He would be watching what you did at lunch when Matsukawa sat by you. He was very anxious, not that he’d ever let you know. Oikawa got the brunt of it, but he was used to his friends touch-and-go temper, he actually found it quite funny.
Iwaizumi was worried to say the least. You had absolutely no back bone, he once watched you get chewed out by shrimpy middle schoolers and you just took it. This is why he was worried you would let some stupid tall stoner dismiss your rejection of his company.
Oh, there was no doubt in his mind you would try to turn him away, but he just wasn’t sure if you’d stick with it.
You had to prove your devotion to him today, right here right now. He couldn’t stand another second of his so called ‘friend’ sliming all over you. His blood boiled at the thought of him sitting across from you, thinking about you how ever he pleased, looking at you however he pleased. It wasn’t right. If he had it his way, you would be invisible to everyone but him, only audible to him. Only he could know you, only he could see you.
He wanted to be your everything, he wanted you to think he was as perfect as he thought you were. He wanted you to never look at anyone else. He didn’t suppose you would, but there was always a slither of a chance you could, so he wanted you to nip it in the bud yourself, for him.
Of course, he didn’t have to worry at all. You had complete confidence in yourself, you had even wondered about using Iwaizumi’s exact choice of wording. It would give the exact impression Iwaizumi wanted. Then he would say nice things, and do nice things, and he would like you even more.
You sat primly at your lunch table, extremely conscious of Iwaizumi’s eyes burning into the side of your head. You looked at him as much as you could afford, you didn’t want him getting mad at you for making it obvious that you were looking at each other. Then they would see he was looking back at you, and get the wrong idea. Or the right idea, but not Iwaizumi’s right idea, and that’s all that mattered.
“Hey,” a low voice said from in front of you. You tore your eyes away from the Iwaizumi’s near-pleading gaze and gave Matsukawa a little smile. He had already sat down, opening his lunch.
“Hey, fuck off.”
Matsukawa paused before continuing to shovel rice into his mouth.
“Iwa tell you to say that?”
“Yes. How did you know?”
Hm, he expected you to lie and deny it.
“Y/N, I know what he’s done to you.”
Oh. Oikawas a loud mouth then.
“You don’t get it. We sort of, well, I don’t know what we are.”
While you were understanding of Iwaizumi’s wants to keep all this a secret, you would take any chance to flaunt his feelings for you, however vague and misconstrued they seemed to be.
“But Iwaizumi doesn’t want anyone talking to me, so you can’t. I’m sorry, you’re very nice, it’s nothing personal.”
What unsettled Matsukawa was the resignation, the relinquishing of control. And what unsettled him more was that you didn’t mind at all, completely following his word, apparently, to a tee. He didn’t like this, he didn’t like how well behaved your were. You weren’t normal, and you definitely weren’t safe.
“So you think he loves you or something?” his tone was accusatory, and yet, he was still being kind.
You blinked at his phrasing, brain going fuzzy.
Wouldn’t that be nice...
“Well, I don’t know. I know he... he... I can’t be sure. We’re definitely... what do you care?”
He rolled his eyes.
“Man, he’s really done a number on you hasn’t he? You’re not right.”
You narrow your eyes. You appreciated the kind gesture but now he was overstepping, he had no right to tell you you weren’t “right”, and you didn’t like the insinuation that Iwaizumi was up to something, “doing a number on you”.
“You don’t know anything about it, and I don’t appreciate the dig at Iwaizumi. Please leave me alone.”
There was a short pause, then he sighed heavily as he got up.
“Alright, have a good one.”
This was weirder than he anticipated. He didn’t wanna get caught up in your twisted little love affair. He’d done his duty as a good samaritan, he tried to help. But some don’t need a friend, they need professional help, and he wasn’t at liberty to give that.
Iwaizumi glowed with pride as he watched Matsukawa walk away defeated. You had proven your love for him, cast away the only friend you’d had in years for him, and he couldn’t be happier. He was absolutely glowing when he jogged after you as you left the cafeteria. He caught you in the halls and pulled you into the boys toilet.
You shuddered, remembering the last time he had brought you in here. But that was different. That was before you had both proven yourself to each other. You were sure this would be nice now, but the anxiety wouldn’t leave you. You could hear their voices, shocked and disgusted, see their faces, riddled with repulsion. It was so cold that day, you were shaking the whole time. You felt really ugly that day. Sometimes you thought about it when you went to bed, and you cried. It was ok though, you had Iwaizumi now. It was worth being obedient. It didn’t mean you wanted to be in here though.
“Iwaizumi?”
He grunted and turned to look at you, closing the door behind him.
“I-I don’t... I don’t like it in here. Please can we go to the girls or something?”
He frowned momentarily, but soon nodded and took your hand, softly this time, and lead you out and into hallway, and into the classroom from the day before.
He wanted to reward you, big time. You had been so good, so so good. He wanted to make you feel as good as he did. He supposed you were right, a stinky bathroom wasn’t the right place to treat his favourite girl.
“You know what? I’m coming to your house after school. That’s where you’re getting your reward.”
Your stomach fluttered.
Reward? Your house?
Your heart could hardly take it.
“A reward? Why? What is it?”
He loved your excited little face, he wanted to make you always have that face from now on.
“You did just what I said, didn’t you? That means you’re a good girl. Good girls get rewarded.”
You thought you would pass out. You loved that phrase, ‘good girl’, you wanted him to say it more.
“What will it be?” you ask trying to seem chill and failing miserably. It’s ok, he likes it.
“You’ll see. Meet me at the dumpsters like before. You’ll walk me to your house then. Don’t ditch me.”
Like you would ever.
Suddenly the warning bell rang, there would be kids swarming this room any second.
He bent down slightly, meeting your eyes as he kissed your cheek then took off without another word.
A reward. You couldn’t wait.
You shifted your weight from foot to foot by the dumpster. He was a little late. You didn’t mind. You were just glad he was coming at all. You love Iwaizumi. You weren’t sure, but now that you’ve thought about it and had to prove it, you realised it was the truth.
You didn’t know whether you should tell him. You didn’t want to scare him off, you know how boys can get, especially boys your age. You knew he liked you, you weren’t stupid, but you couldn’t tell if he loved you. He certainly needed you, so you suppose he kinda did.
You wonder what he would say if you told him. Would he say it back, even if it wasn’t true? Would he berate you with insults and treat you like before? Or would he treat you like in the worse parts of before, when he would beat you down to the ground, leave you bruised and bloody? It’s not like you were complaining, you’d take what he gives you, you were shy to admit that you kinda got off on the pain, but you also didn’t want to relive it.
That settles it. You wouldn’t tell him. It would ruin things. This whole little... relationship was entirely on his terms, and there was nothing you could do about it. You almost didn’t want to do anything about it, it felt comforting to not be in control, getting told what to do. Although it would be nice to be able to ask for things all the time, not just when you’d been good.
Ok, this was getting nerve wracking. Where was he? You had been stewing over this for too long, you hadn’t realised how long you’d been waiting.
Did he stand you up? Was this just another chance for him to humiliate you? He was really committed to that if it was, but surely not. Surely not after you’d been so good.
Your breathing slowly escalated, getting shallower and shallower. Tears pricked your eyes.
He wasn’t coming? He had to come. He said he’d come. He was going to your house. He was going to meet your cat. He was going to reward you. You had been good. You had been good, yeah. Why wasn’t he here?
You slouched against the wall, sliding down it until you were hunched over your knees. You arms encircled your calves. Hyperventilation slowly climbing, your head spun.
He wasn’t coming. He wasn’t. He left you alone, in the cold. You wanted him to come here right now but he wasn’t coming.
Please help anyone. Please just someone help. I just want someone. Please. Iwaizumi pleas come right now. Please, please, please, please.
But no one came. You sat there, utterly frozen, tears pouring down your face, dripping on your knees.
You clutched at the roots of your hair, trying to ground yourself, if just a little bit.
He wasn’t coming. He had left you. Maybe he was with a different girl. A pretty girl. A normal girl.
Please. Please I need you. Please. I love you, please, I’ve been good. Don’t leave me. What did I do?
Your sobs echoed in the empty court yard. Snot bubbled at your nose. It was uncomfortable, being huddled up by the building, but you couldn’t think about it.
“Please...” you said breathlessly.
You were met with silence.
That was until a puzzled Iwaizumi rounded the corner.
“What the hell? What’s wrong with you?”
You gasped and shot your gaze to him.
“You came?” you said, voice broken with sobs.
“Yeah? I said I would didn’t I?”
You stood up, relief washing over you but you were still crying.
“Cool.” Your voice quivered as you spoke.
Iwaizumi’s frown faltered. Did you think he’d stood you up?
“You didn’t think I’d left you, did you?” his voice was soft, whether he meant for it to be or not.
Yes.
“N-no.”
He watched as you wiped your eyes.
“I wouldn’t do that. You should know that by now.”
He stepped forward, pulling you into his arms. Your heart was still racing, but it was slowing, you could feel the hysteria fading too. He was so warm and strong, stable. You face was against his chest. You could hear the rapid thrum of his heart, it made you smile.
Soothingly, he rubbed circles on your back, inhaling your smell. He wanted you to feel better, he wanted to be the one to do that for you.
“I like being around you. I want to be, ok? I would never leave you on purpose.”
A shuddering breath left you. Joy burst inside you, but your tears wouldn’t stop.
He was the most loving you had ever heard him, he really cared about you, you could tell. You could hardly believe it, you were so happy you thought you would die.
He had changed a lot recently. Maybe it’s because he thought he might lose you for a little. Whatever the reason, he wanted to be nice to you, make you love him, make you want him, need him. He wanted you to feel what he felt when he saw you, he wanted to be loved by you.
Before it was just fascination. Now it was absolute and unbridled obsession.
“You made me really happy today.”
“I did?”
“Yeah. You should’ve seen that ass wipe sulk.”
You laughed meekly and he sighed, pulling away, but keeping near to you.
“We should start walking. You’re already freezing, it’s only gonna get colder when it gets dark.”
thank you for reading!! can you feel the daddy issues? they’re very present in this bad boy. anyways i will try to do the next part as soon as possible, but i have no clue when that may be LMAO so stay tuned!! as always, reblogs appreciated! bye love u bye!!!
Anon asked: bully!samu twisted hurt/comfort,,, where other guys on campus see y/n as easy pickings and try to bully her n somehow the bullying is worse w these strangers ;-(( bc y/n has gotten used to osamu actually
samu doesn't find out until after a while (maybe bc he doesn't ask what's goin on in y/n's life much or she kept it from him) n he's just like 😡😡😡 y/n is MY bully target!!!
you can read all about bully!osamu here if you want context on his relationship with the reader!
this was long-overdue 🥺 i'm finally back in nyc and i'm hoping to update more!!! 🖤
words: 3.3k
cw: fem!reader, bullying, name-calling, physical violence, college au, hair pulling, jealously, possessiveness, toxic relationship, slight dacryphilia, unprotected sex, minors dni
Osamu was getting annoyed.
Noticing that you had been stressed out lately, Osamu decided he’d be nice for once in his life and treat his little cry baby to a night out after class. He waited outside the room for you to come out but you never did. One by one, all your classmates left, and eventually so did your professor. Already growing frustrated, Osamu was about to barge into the room when he heard your voice.
“I told you no, Daishou,” you mumbled softly, grabbing your books. The boy Osamu doesn’t recognize stops you, grip strong on your wrist and that’s when he slams the door open, startling both of you. “Samu—”
Osamu pulls you to his side, barely giving the other boy any attention before getting you out of the room. He doesn’t say a word as he drags you down the hall to his car. Osamu when he’s red in the face and screaming at you was easy to deal with but when he's quiet like this, you’re a bit more worried. “Samu, I told him no—” Osamu turns the car on, interrupting whatever excuse you had ready on the tip of your tongue.
He’s not an idiot, he knows you were trying to push this Daishou kid away. But you were either too nice or too stupid to get the job done. “Who was that?” he asks. Part of him wants to take you back to his place and pound you into the mattress but he figures that could wait, choosing to take you out like he originally planned.
“He’s just some guy in my class,” you explain, twiddling your thumbs, too nervous to look over at him. “I think he wants to go out or something, but I keep telling him I’m not interested.” This gets his attention. Osamu never labeled himself as your boyfriend—you two definitely weren’t dating—but he always felt entitled to you, so hearing that some punk kid trying to come on to you pissed him off.
“Is that all?” Osamu figures you’re hiding something from the way you won’t meet his eyes. Usually, Osamu can’t get you to stop talking about something but you’re keeping your answers short with him today. You let out a small “mmhm…” and Osamu knows there’s more but he decides not to press you.
By the time you two got back to his place later that day, you were exhausted. You were shocked that Osamu bothered to take you out tonight, it’s very rare that he’s so nice —at least, in his way. You could handle the teasing comments made at your expense, it wasn’t anything you weren’t used to. He even seemed to be softer than normal.
The front door slams behind you and strong arms circle your waist. “Samu…” you whine, feeling his along your jawline, thick fingers slipping past your jeans. This also wasn’t a surprise, you were wondering when he was gonna get his hands on you. Osamu had a habit of getting jealous anytime someone else got in your personal space. It wasn’t going to take him long to stake his “claim” on you.
“Been wantin’ to do this all day,” he says against your skin, sighing when he feels the slick folds of your cunt against his fingers. “Keep actin’ like a dumb little girl and someone might steal ya away from me.” You can feel his hardening cock pressed against your ass, timidly palming him from behind which forces a growl from his chest.
You two don’t make it to the bed, Osamu bends you over the kitchen counter and tugs your bottoms off. His lips don’t leave your neck, sucking deep purple bruises into the skin and, knowing him, he won’t let you cover them up tomorrow. His thick cock stretches your pretty cunt, ramming into you over and over. You can’t help the tears that fall from your eyes, running down your cheeks. It brings a sick smile to Osamu’s face.
“There’s my fuckin’ cry baby,” he croons condescendingly, pulling your bra down to get at your breasts. The way you sob as he pulls on your nipples will never fail to get him hard. He could tell you like it too with how your cunt choked his cock whenever he manhandled you. “Dirty bitch, bet you’d let anyone use you, hm?”
You’re gripping the counter, trying not to fall over with how harshly Osamu’s movements are. “Just you,” you keen, pain turning into pleasure just like it always does.
Oh? You’re not always receptive like this, giving into Osamu’s possessive nature. Honestly, he wished you’d fight him more often but Osamu can’t ignore the rush of pleasure coursing through his body upon hearing those words come from your lips. “What was that, stupid? Can’t hear ya when yer fuckin’ mumbling like that.”
His fingers tangle in your hair, pulling your head up. “Just you, Samu!” you cry, tears properly flooding from your eyes now. Your gasps of pain contradict the way you’re clamping down on him with your walls. He groans in your ear, hips moving faster as his cock kisses your cervix. Osamu never warns you when about to cum, not when you make that dumb little look of shock every time he does it. But you always have a tell, your thighs start to shake and you grip the nearest surface for purchase.
Fucked ya dumb already? He thinks as he brings his free hand down to fondle your clit. Osamu’s name falls from your mouth over and over while you cream around his cock, almost falling over yourself if it weren’t for his grip on your hair.
Osamu cums inside you, filling you deep with his thick seed. You let out a whine of discomfort, but Osamu slaps your thigh to get you to shut up. He pulls out, leaving you a trembling, pathetic little thing clinging to the countertop as he watches his cum run down your leg. Just to be mean, he collects some of his spunk on his fingers and fucks it back into your cunt, laughing when you cry from sensitivity.
He helps you off the counter before leading you into the bathroom. He starts a bath for you, grumbling the entire time that you were too dumb to do it yourself. But he’s so gentle helping you into the tub, undressing and settling in behind you. “Kiss me?” you ask quietly. Osamu rolls his eyes, grabbing your face and pressing soft kisses against your lips.
You wish Osamu didn’t make you tag along to these things. It wasn’t that you didn’t like his friends, Kita and Aran were sweet and Suna always had a funny meme on his phone to share, but you’d much rather be at home, trying to convince Osamu to cuddle with you on the couch.
But Osamu didn’t ask you to do things. “Can’t you just go without me?” you had complained, not really wanting to put in the effort of changing out of your sweats.
“The boys want to see ya and last time they bitched the entire time when ya stayed home,” Osamu explained, steam still coming off of him from the shower he just took after getting home from the gym. Osamu wasn’t a huge fan of parties either but his friends invited him out and they wouldn’t leave him alone until he promised to bring you.
You were still whining about not wanting to go when Osamu had grabbed you, pressing you close to his still-naked body. “Don’t get all bitchy with me tonight,” he growled in your ear, rubbing his cock against you. "Be a good little dummy and you’ll get this fat cock.” He humps against your ass, forcing a sigh of pleasure from your lips before he releases you, laughing at how easy it was to rile you up.
Which is how you ended up in some rando’s house, sitting on Osamu’s lap while Suna showed you his favorite TikToks. His old teammates seemed to be the only boys Osamu didn’t mind you getting chummy with. Maybe because they’ve known you two (and his brother) for so many years. They were aware how weirdly possessive Osamu got when you were out of his sight for too long—they had seen it firsthand with how he acted when you were with Atsumu. They knew not to pry about the relationship you two had. Maybe they just knew not to poke a sleeping bear.
The party wasn’t too bad. You chatted up some of your classmates and Osamu even loosened up for once, laughing with his buddies and taking a few shots every once in a while. When Osamu had a bit of alcohol in his system, he was sweeter than usual. He pressed a few kisses to the side of your head, whispering how good you looked in your dress. Suna teased you for blushing and you elbowed him, mumbling “it’s not like that”
“Who’re you trying to convince?” Suna said back, you opened your mouth to tease him when you heard someone calling your name.
“Is that my favorite classmate?” you grimaced once you recognized him, sleazy green eyes meeting yours. Daishou slithered his way from the other side of the room, standing in front of where you were sitting with the boys. “Didn’t think I’d find you here.”
Osamu must have felt your body tense because his arms tightened around your waist, steel eyes glaring at Daishou. “Don’t push yer fuckin’ luck, kid,” he says, alcohol heavy on his breath. Daishou falters for a second but his sniveling smirk is back on his face almost immediately, taking a step as if he’s about to reach for you but Osamu is quick to stop him. “Walk away from her now. I won’t be askin’ again.”
You could tell Daishou wasn’t ready to give up just yet, but his chances against Osamu and three of his teammates weren’t looking great. He gave you a quick wink before heading back into the crowd of faceless people. Osamu was still stewing, grip on you never wavering. Kita and Aran initiate conversation while Suna grabs him another drink. But it’s your hand on top of his that calms him down.
After a while, things are back to normal. You take a few glances at the other party go-oers and can’t find Daishou anymore. For once, you feel relieved and even a bit adventurous. You grab Osamu’s hand, getting his attention. “Dance with me,” His eyebrow quirks.
“That desperate to get me close to ya, dummy?” he slurs, eyes growing heavy. His words hold no venom, it’s second nature at this point to call you that. Osamu doesn’t put up much of a fight when you pull him to the center of the room, holding him close as you sway to the music blaring from the speakers. You’re bound to get an earful tomorrow when he sobers up. He’ll probably take you from behind, taunting you for acting like such a “needy whore” tonight. The thought sends surges of pleasure through your body.
Osamu grinds into you chuckling deeply in your ear while you wrap your arms around his neck. Most people are probably confused when they see you two—Osamu’s mocking you one minute and kissing you the next. The whole time you’re in his shadow, never too far away. You figured out a long time ago that it’s really nobody’s business what you two do at this point, somehow it’s managed to work all these years.
You two danced for a bit more before you pulled away from his side and, almost immediately, his arms reached out for you, a stern look on his face. “I just need to pee,” you tell him and he, reluctantly, lets go of you. He grumbles something about not making him wait before you walk away.
The bathroom downstairs was occupied so you headed upstairs and, thankfully, it was empty. You washed your hands when you were done, thinking about stopping to get another drink in the kitchen before going back to Osamu. You probably shouldn’t make him wait too long but he’s having a good time tonight, so he might just go a bit easy on you today.
You step out of the bathroom, ready to head back downstairs when you feel someone snatch your wrist. For a second, you assume it’s Osamu but the body you’re pulled into feels unfamiliar. You feel your skin crawl when someone whispers into your ear.
“Finally got you separated from your little bodyguard,” Daishou says, crowding your personal space until he has you backed into a wall. You’re quick to open your mouth, ready to tell him that you’re not interested in anything he wants. But Daishou leans in close as if he’s about to kiss you. “Don’t get a fucking bratty with me, I just want to talk.” You want to push him away but you’re frozen, unsure of what to do. Osamu will come to look for you if he notices you’ve been gone too long, right? But he’s been drinking so much tonight, you’re not sure if it slipped his mind.
“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” you say, hand on his chest to try to place some distance between you, but Daishou grabs it, nails digging into your skin.
“Why? Your fucking boyfriend gonna get mad or something?” the way he says the word makes you cringe, which he notices right away. “Not your boyfriend? Then why were you dancing with him like a slut out there?” You pluck enough courage to shove him away, trying to race down the stairs back to your friends when you feel Daishou’s fingers in your hair, tugging you back to him. “Stop being such a fucking bit—”
It happens pretty quickly after that. One second you’re in near tears as Daishou’s pulling your hair at the root, the next Daishou’s on the floor holding his jaw. You look up and Osamu has you in his arms, eyes practically bulging out of his head in anger. He doesn’t say a word while he snatches your hand, forcing you down the stairs and past his teammates who’re dumbstruck. Too drunk to drive, Osamu decides to walk the couple of blocks to his house, dragging you along with him.
“You’re hurting—” but Osamu keeps yanking your arm anyway, not letting you stray too far away. It’s hard to keep up with his pace, every so often you’ll end up nearly tripping on yourself.
“He’s done that before, hasn’t he?” Osamu asks, reaching for his keys with his free hand as you two near the house.
“Never that rough,” you admit, shrugging your shoulders. “Usually he’ll just say mean things to me, never shoves me around like that.” Osamu opens the front door, gestures you inside first before locking it behind him. He’s pissed, angry in a way you’ve never seen him.
He reaches over and grabs you by the jaw. “Why the fuck did ya not tell me?”
It’s hard to look him in the eye but Osamu tightens his grip, forcing you to meet his gaze. “I didn’t think it was a big deal. I mean... you do the same thing.” His hold suddenly loosens, eyes boring into your soul as his brain registers what you told him. “You do the same thing” Now Osamu’s wondering if Daishou’s the only one who’s treated you like this when he’s not around. He wonders how much you’re not telling him.
“Excuse me?”
You furrow your brows at him as if he asked a stupid question. “Oh, come on, Samu. Like you never pulled my hair before? Or spilled beer all over me at a party?” you cross your arms. “Or flipped my skirt up to look underneath?” You must not notice the way Osamu tenses up. Was someone else touching you like he did?
“Who else?” he takes a step close to you, eyes widening as all the thoughts start playing in his head. Has someone else been picking on you? Fucking you? Dumb little y/n that’s always been his to torment? “It’s not just Daishou, who else has it been?”
You wonder what has Osamu so upset but you tell him anyway. You tell him that Daishou’s the only one who’s gone as far as putting his hands on you but that doesn’t stop other people from teasing you. There’s Matsukawa in your chem class who slaps books out of your hands every other day. Konoha who forces you to let him cheat off your exams in calculus. Futakuchi who makes comments about your ass on days you wear a skirt. “They see how we are and they think I’m easy pickings…” You can’t believe Osamu’s never noticed—maybe it’s because people only dare to do it when he’s not around.
Osamu says nothing the whole way back to his house, doesn’t even bother slamming you against the wall and having his way with you like he normally would when he’s pissed off. Little do you know, Osamu is stewing. Your words keep replaying in his mind along with the names of everyone you mentioned.
He’s got some work to do.
The next few days are... weird to say the least. Daishou turns up to class with a busted lip and actively avoids you. No more comments under his breath or trying to grab at you when the professor isn’t looking. You weren’t surprised by that with the way Osamu leveled him to the ground. Daishou definitely isn’t looking for a rematch and you would be lying if you said you weren’t enjoying how he cowered every time he walked past you.
You gripped your books before heading to chem a few days later, knowing Matsukawa would snatch them out of your hands once he got the chance. But as you round the corner, you notice that one of his hands is wrapped up with tape as if he sprained it or something. Instead of tripping you or slapping your books away, Matsukawa pulls your chair out for you and says he’ll carry your books to your next class. Still, you don’t think much of it.
It starts getting really weird when Konoha is offering to do your homework for you. Apologizing for all those times he’s cheated off of you, even asking if he could study with you sometime before taking back his invitation, eyes looking everywhere but at you. But it’s when Futakuchi Kenji walks into class that you’re truly puzzled.
It was a hot day and you groaned when you remembered you had class with Futakuchi today. Whenever you wore a skirt or a pair of shorts to alleviate the heat, you could feel his eyes leering at you. He’d sit next to you and lightly brush the material against his skin. Mumbling an “oops” under his breath he’d grab at your thighs, raking his fingers down them.
But today Futakuchi shows up with a black eye and keeps his hands to himself, not even sparing you one single glance. When you call him out on it, he doesn’t say anything—just looks down at his hand like he’s scared. The few times you two end up brushing against each other, he’s quick to apologize and scoot as far away from you as possible. When class ends, you try to make conversation—to try to understand what’s his damage. But Futakuchi books it once the professor dismisses you all.
Strange.
Little did you know, Osamu’s been keeping himself busy. Tracking down all those boys who think they can lay a claim on you—who thought you would be their little punching bag. Those fucking losers didn’t know who they were messing with. Osamu’s had you in his clutches since the playground. Of course, they didn’t listen at first when Osamu told them to stay the fuck away, but he’s always been good at persuasion.
And now that he has you laid out on his bed babbling about how “fucking good” his cock feels, Osamu can rest easy knowing that nobody will try to mess with you anymore.
Includes: Cisfem reader, dom Ushijima, shibari/bondage, rope play, pussyjob/intercrucial, orgasm denial, pain play, praise, mention of knife (not knifeplay)
A/N: happy kinktober!!!! thanks to jax for letting me participate! kink isn’t usually in my wheelhouse, so I hope you all enjoy. keep an eye out of everyone else involved this month! I’ll be back on the tenth!!
No matter how many times you do a scene like this, there’s an inherent embarrassment to being naked in front of someone. You squeeze your thighs together tight, trying to hide the way you’re already dripping on to the mat below you, but every moment just seems to smear your excitement further across your skin.
“Lift your leg.”
Ushijima holds his hand out expectantly, waiting for you to place your leg into his grasp. Even fully dressed, he’s a sight; his dark locks pushed back again away from his forehead, damp from exertion. He’s wearing the same loose pants and boots as he usually does for your scenes, stripped down to his thin, white undershirt. The last lengths of red ropes, a shade especially for you, are curled tight around his biceps, connecting you to him. You can feel every movement he makes, every twitch of your bicep pulling at the knots already decorating your skin. It’s easy to let your mind wander, to let the edges of your mind go fuzzy as you dip into subspace, but Ushijima is demanding- he requires focus. With a cocked brow, he curls his fingers impatiently, beckoning you to obey, no hint of humor in his eyes.
dilf ushi is such a himbo, pair him up with someone with a princess complex and you’ll create the worst, most spoiled, crybaby person ever… just cause he can’t say no- no matter what, he has to, needs to, wants to say yes to every want laced with pretty pouts and teary eyes that some how come away clear the moment he says yes.
Ushi pushing you into a mating press as he pounds into you and puts a pillow under your hips so as little as possible cum can leak out and the cum that does, he pushes back in with his fingers👁👄👁
!!!! OR LIKE,,, instead of the pillow, he’s just holdin ur hips up, knees pressed together, squished between ur bodies and he’s just plowing into you, you’re screaming his name, chanting it bc he’s fucked u senseless.
and when he cums, not before you bc he’s a ~gentleman~... even tho he’s fucking u so hard ur wheezing, but at least he makes u cum first, anyways when he cums he pushes into u as hard as he can, feet digging into the mattress to make sure every single drop of him is inside u bc he has a need to pump you full,
nd of course ushijima cums so much nd so hard it’s coming out of you in squirts, he sighs and pulls out, chest heaving nd gleaming w sweat, he just takes a moment to look at ur fucked out hole, and swiftly pushes whatever leaked out back inside. ur twitching nd trying to close ur legs bc ur sensitive but he’s not having any of it.
when he’s done he just clamps his whole hand over your hole, legs pried open, and he just looks at you and says,
sakusa tells you everything he’s going to do to you while he undresses you and pushes you onto his bed bc he knows you like his voice but he makes you work for his praise ,, gonna have to be a good girl if you want him to call u that
im gonna cum im gonna cum. he's someone u just....wanna be good for. hes fun to annoy, sure, but actively brat? no bc you'd actually be tortured. but it's hard sometimes, because hes so...hhh,,,,nd it makes you shy. avoiding eye contact with him as be slides your panties down your legs making him tsk and grab your jaw 'look at me. don't look away. you're going to watch me fuck you, or you won't get fucked at all.'
would die a thousand deaths to hear him say "good girl"
soft daddy dom! bokuto + (caught) pillow humping + (bokuto) clothed sex + bokuto is too soft for punishments + bokuto is so easily excitable + dacryphilia + size kink + praise + squirting + overstimulation + mating press + cum eating + cream pie + HEAVY breeding + f! reader
— this is my piece for ♡ the love club collab! ♡ hehe, please go read and enjoy the other pieces as well!
bokuto loves you.
he loves you and that’s something that’s as true and as unwavering as the sun rising every morning.
bokuto loves you- so much, that any form of punishment never lasts.
he loves you, so much that when he’s come home, bouquet of flowers in hand- chocolates and other sweets in the other, eagerly making his way to the bedroom to scoop you up in his arms and catches you in the current state of disarray... the first thing on his mind is not punishment, it’s an almost panicked shock; immediately wanting to help you.
“you couldn’t wait?” he whispers, gruff and questioning- thinks the way you jolt, pretty eyes widening and lips parting in shock is enough punishment. he’s already shaking, already too strung up, everything else he’s planned and wanted to do with you for the day all disappearing under the near suffocating lust crawling up his being.
“n-no! y-you were taking so long! i missed you so badly.” your voice is sweet and pitchy, warbling out while you rock back on the bunched up pillow beneath you- his pillow beneath your thighs, soaked along the ridge that’s folded.
it’s so cute, the fact that you picked out his pillow to desperately rut yourself on while he went out and got you gifts.
he simply looks on, locked in place, lost in his thoughts, cock twitching to life under his pants... he doesn’t realize that you’ve taken this lack of reaction as rejection, scared that he’s mad at you for what you’ve done, for being too needy.
“i’m sorry daddy... i’m sorry.” you cry, ashamed at the cum leaking desperately out of your cunt while you’re looking at him, tremors taking over your limbs- chest heaving with every labored breath, cuming once while he just stares at you; because while you were scared of him being angry, the way his chest rose and fell, golden eyes staring hard at your messy pussy- bump of his hardening cock more and more visible.... it excited you.
“d-did you just cum?” he questions, words coming out breathy and loud- from eagerness and excitment, unable to stop his hands from dropping the gifts he brought you, both clambering onto the floor as he makes his way to you.
big, rough hands hold your sides as he pushes you down- barreling into your body with his own, dumb and forgetting the weight of him while he pins you.
he looks like a dog, furiously panting, face red, eyes lidded with the twitching and heavy cock pressed over to the side of his thigh as a rough thumb parts your wet folds.
it’s so loud he thinks he might cry. pulls up from your body to look down in time and see the string of creamy cum still connecting his offending digit to your pulsing and hot pussy. he brings his thumb down against you over and over, wanting to see the strings of it drop back down onto your throbbing clit- all until you start wiggling, too heated from his weight so close to you, body reacting by simple memory.
you’re so trained and fucked so well by him night after night that just the image of him perched up above you has your pussy clenching, heartbeat racing.
it’s your whines that finally bring him from his trance, softly apologizes- nodding at the way you worry your swollen lip inbetween your lips.
“‘m sorry angel- sweet baby.” he whispers, closing his eyes with the way you react.
it’s a dangerous mix- everything you do provokes a near animalistic reaction from him, makes his brain turn to mush inside his head. thinks you look prettiest in the way you’re laid down under, sweaty, breathing so so heavy while he simply undoes the belt he’s wearing.
he’s sorry, says so internally, at the fact that he won’t have time to take his clothes off. it’s been too long of a day, figured he would have worked up to this- but its okay, thinks its okay anyways when he finally takes his cock out- watching your cute hands grab at his shirt, twisting, tugging him forward to finally fuck you.
“p-please! please daddy! i need you!” your cries come high and frantic, almost crazed in the need to have him.
and with gritted teeth, fingers roughly grabbing each one of your legs- hastily pulling them up, plopping each ankle on his shoulder to shut you up he gives you what you want.
there’s no time wasted, the buckle from his jeans digging near painfully into the plush roundness of your ass- lower back picked up and off the bed while he fucks you.
“why aren’t you crying anymore?” bokuto huffs, a mean and teasing question as he looks at the state hes put you in. fucked dumb by his fat cock- cum he played with before pushing into you transferred over to the skin exposed by his bottoms haphazardly pushed down.
your answer instead comes in the form of a mewled wail, head tipping back into the bed, forming a dent around the mattress with he force- you want to get away and come closer all at once, blinking back the stars dancing along your vision. for a second, a tiny millisecond- you think you might pass out.
but whatever deities out there aren’t as merciful, you stay conscious as he fucks down into your bouncing body. its hard to breathe, the way he’s folded you, cock punching its figure into your squelching cunt over and over.
its so good that you cum in mere minutes, limbs that dont seem controlled by you come down to grab at the fabric stretched over his bulging arms- the only anchor while he fucks and fucks.
“d-daddy! daddy, ‘m cumming!” you scream, finally crying once more- tears hot and stinging as they roll down heated cheeks.
he knows you are, but he appreciates the warning, hissing in a breath as splashes of your cum spray near violently against his shirt- its a shame he forgot to move it, but thinks differently while you cum all over the cotton, dampening it with each gush.
your body throbs, legs stiffening against his hold, but bokuto’s strong enough to keep you pinned.
“good job, cum so well- so pretty for daddy...” bokuto pants, knowing that the clenching and near vice grip of your cunts wearing down any stamina left in him.
thinks its for the best, knows your pussy’s rubbed raw by now, knows he needs to cum inside you soon.
he knows this- so in the middle of the lust and deep need that grows he spits out a plead;
“tell me-“ he chokes, heart pounding just thinking about it, “tell me you wanna be bred.”
it snaps you out of your own haze- hearing the words come out gritty and fucked out by him. you gladly do as you’re told.
“please- fill me up, g-give me your cum! fill my pussy, wanna be bred- wanna be bred, want your babies, daddy! make me a mommy, make me fat nd round- p-ple-“
you cant even finish it- frantic thrust are knocked into you, nearly pinning your upper body onto the bed as he holds you up. stuttering hips smashed against your pussy, squelching with the spurts creaming every fluttering, swollen wall inside.
koutaro’s loud, grumbling out fucked out moans- overtaken with the primal need to give you what you need- knows you like being bred, pussy swollen and throbbing, leaking his thick and heavy cum.
there’s nothing that compares to this, seeing your fucked out face- body unmoving, plaint, waiting for him to slowly put you down.
“pretty girl.” he murmurs, blinking away the state of mind that made him frenzied.
a small gurgle of his name- real name is all that slips out, shivering with the feeling of his cum leak out around his cock and down into the seam of your ass. there’s always so much.
“t-thank you.” you whine, watching with twinkling eyes as he rids himself of his shirt- unsheething his soft cock, no longer plugging your cunt with it, tenderly cleaning you up with the sullied fabric.
“hm, for what?” bokuto murmurs, looking down at you with a large smile- bright and beaming.
“for loving me.”
it’s a direct hit to his heart- knocks the wind from the middle of his lungs.
bokuto quickly removes everything and joins your limp body back into the bed, jeans thrown on top of the bouquet and sweets on the floor.
strong arms pick your form up, snuggling you- face buried into your neck in a moment of pure infatuation.
“dont thank me for that- i always will... love you till i cant, and even then i still will.”
it’s said so easy, said with as much honesty as he can muster- bokuto brings you close, white lashes fluttering shut, whispers with a trembling voice that you’re the only love hes known, and will ever know.
jax...i’m starving....i need....puppyboy bokuto pissing in you
overexcited! bokuto + CW: PISS PLAY + messy sex + creampie + overstimulation + f! reader
— not really puppyboy! but bo enthusiastically fucks you.
theres times where he gets too excited- thats what you’ve chalked this up to be. hes too excited and panting against your neck, arms wrapped firmly around your torso while he fucks and fucks and fucks. youre barely touching the bed- near whiney cries tumbling onto your neck with every squeeze your pussy gives him. its too good, he doesn’t stop until you’ve given your body to him completely.
his tremors get even more intense, you can feel the near wild clench of his muscle pressed to your back while he curls himself over your whole body. each movement of his hips are loud, painted with with cum he’s already managed to fuck out of your pussy. theres a tug forming in his stomach, hissing at a particular movement of your whole body spasming, pressing into him more.
in his lust and pleasure driven mind, it takes a while for him to come to the realization that he has to piss.
you wouldn’t mind, right? surely you wouldn’t. youre so sweet, too fucked out to even care by this point- thats the state of mind he’s put himself in. cock rubbed raw and red- swollen thanks to the pressure built up.
“feel good-“ he whines, thick tongue finding the dip of your neck- traveling up to your ear before finally pushing in, swell of your ass squishing in protest, heavy breaths making you hot all over.
“needa piss.
its what snaps you out of the stupor his cock puts you in, blinking once before wiggling-
“pup-“
your hands move from their tight grip of the bed to lay flat and push against his hold.
it was a stupid move, trying to take what was his- your body drops onto the bed, thick arms no longer keeping you up.
the bed creaks with the shift in weight, his knees digging down into the bed- he doesn’t say anything, but theres a sharp twitch of his cock while he moves a thick palm to your head.
“that’s not nice.” bokuto mumbles, once again starting the piston of his cock into your fluttering and swollen hole. his head is thrown back, teeth grinding onto one another while he tries and stave off the tingling and near burning pleasure.
he has to teach you a lesson, taking his toy from him when he’s not done playing wasn’t very nice.
“b-bokuto! kou- i-“ you’re already so far gone, barely able to mumble out broken whines down onto the bed with the way your cheek is smushed to the mattress, its near amazing how easy he can squeeze yet another orgasm from your cunt.
the combination of his relentless hips, heavy hand near encompassing your head and the guttural grunts rumbling from deep in his chest has you seize up.
it was what he wanted, wanted to distract you while he finally pissed in you- the wetness from your pussy squirting down in gush after gush of cum.
“fuck- that’s my good girl.” he near spits, finally letting himself piss.
you squeal, trying to pick your head up against the pressure- thighs jumping in the swirling heat filling every bit of you, squirting down past the pussy lips he’s stretched out to accommodate his thick cock.
the hand holding your hip up moves down to your ass- grabbing a handful, picking up what he could to watch whats still trickling seep out.
he’s still hard, still eager to make you feel good for as long as he can- even while you’re limp and whimpering, a base need driving everything he does.
bokuto pulls back, using every inch of muscle to plunge right back inside, he follows your collapsing body- laying nearly against your whole body while he finally cums.
you can do nothing but squirm, head moving more to the side with the pressure of him holding you down lessens, his own face planting right next to yours.
hes shaking, you can feel every sharp contraction of his body while he cums- the deep rumbling of grunts turns sweet, high and whiney while your involuntarily clenching pussy milks him dry.
“my sweet girl.” he finally grunts out. the nagging and overwhelming pressure he felt lessened, letting him think right, letting him feel the complete mess hes made of you.
“mm.” it’s all the noise you can make, happy to lay there and wait until he gets off.
he laughs at your hummed response- thinking its best to rest himself before he tries taking you both to get cleaned.
bokuto doesn’t mind the mess, not when he’s the one who fucked it out himself and you.
i’ve been stuck thinking about puppy! bokuto for DAYS please just gimmie a little something to fulfill this brain rot 💔 i love your works btw! i love the way you write :)
puppy boy! bokuto + still very much dom! bokuto + biting + brief mention of blood + punishments + muzzling bokuto + size kink + knotting + praise (male receiving) + creampie + messy sex + f! reader
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bokuto always tried his hardest, but everything that did not pertain to you and your pleasure or body were completely lost on him.
he's sweet, promises that there's no real malice behind the growls and bites he sends strangers that get too close to you, things just make him so excited.
you know that, but when he’s turned to try and bite you. bokuto himself is confused- doesn't know why he turned his head, canines sinking into the plush of your inner thigh. head being shoved away by your palm, screaming out his name in pure shock, it didn't break skin, but his thick, sharp teeth hurt so bad.
eyes widen and your poor pup simply whines, large dumb hands immediately reaching for your thighs, bringing you close- apologizing with kisses, slobbering down your neck as whines tumble forth, tail slumping down onto the bed in heavy wags.
his poor dumb brain only manages out,
“sorry- hurt- sorry.” over and over, cock still standing heavy between thick thighs, excitable and strokes away from popping his knot into your tight heat, bobbing with the way he throbs.
you think it might’ve been an accident so no real punishment comes. it's not until the third time comes, once again drooling down the middle of your chest- worshiping the skin above the hard thumping of your heart while his cock humps you fast, cumming over and over- balls still thumping down onto your ass over and over.
it's always a show, watching your pup fold his torso down, hands a vice ‘round your waist, bringing you up to him, too big to fully reach you.
his fluffy ears twitch over and over- crying, whine after whine of your name only spoken- babbled. he’s trying to do too much at once, trying to fuck the load of cum out of your pussy to replace it with more while lips move back and forth from tit to tit-
the thing that triggers it this time is your lilting cry before you squirt, tight heat wrapping impossibly tight around his sensitive cock, cum gushing down around it, cumming so hard you see white, so hard that you squirt nearly all over this big excitable puppy.
eyes wide, tail wagging, legs shaking hard as he humps and humps, bokuto cant take it, nearly howling out broken syllables that sound vaguely of your name. with no time at all between your slipping body, he clamps his mouth around your tit, biting hard.
the shove comes once more, this time hard, palm smacking the skin of his forehead before sliding off, arms brought forth to shield him away from your body.
bokuto panics, cock slipping out from your pussy, still caught up in it all, the poor pup ruts his hips up, chasing your pussy, hands placed on either side of your head, watching you whimper out how much it hurt.
he does what he knows best- tries to tilt his head down and lick up any tears running down your face, the taste of copper heavy in his tongue, once more confused while you place a hand to his thick chest, a stern, “no.” snapping him from any lust clouding his head.
your kou sits back, not certain on how to fix things.
it takes weeks to really think of plans on how to discipline him, ultimately settling on buying a muzzle.
he's opposed to the whole idea, promising you with cries and hiccups that he’ll be good- but the still scarring holes from his teeth over your nipples aren’t something to ignore.
you feel bad, really do- not letting him touch you for the upcoming days it's supposed to come in hard on you both.
you want him. miss his cock and cum, having to push his oversized body with any dirty thought you think- him immediately nosing heavy at your neck, body flaring up in heat at just the subtle change in smell.
it feels like you're teasing, but any explanation as to why you’ve punished him doesn't stick in his poor head. all your puppy knows is he’s hurt you and you don’t let him touch you.
when the day finally comes he’s over the moon, fetching the package- simply knowing that with this, you’d finally let him cum in you.
dropping it by your feet in a heap, bokuto wraps you in strong arms, your puppy already desperately humping any curve of body he’s met with- shoving a wet nose into your neck.
“bo! i-i still have to put it on.” your hands shove at him, breaking from the strong grasp to reach down and pick it up.
loud yapping, cries of happiness in a language lost to you follows soon after- watching with his cock straining his sweats, drool pooling in his panting mouth as you bend to unwrap it.
you present the muzzle, leather and heavy metal all formed for the plains of his mouth; shiny and a bit daunting.
but your pup doesn't care, doesn't care how mean he might look with this on, so happy to get the chance to bury his cock into the tight heat of your pussy- happy to breed his person.
in seconds bo’s sitting at your feet- large body completely still while you secure it, moving his salt and pepper hair out of the way of the straps placed in the back, tugging the front metal to make sure its not going anywhere.
he looks scary, frowning at the newly found weight- but doesn't move to try and remove it. all he wants is the newfound chance to be good for you.
“good job.”
the praise he hasn’t heard in weeks nearly makes him cum right then and there, body rising to full height, stalking your own- bent over and knocking the cage against your neck, growling in shock and confusion, still not used to it, baring teeth at the shiny metal, bristling- in his head its the only thing standing between you and his tongue, it’s unacceptable.
those warm hands of yours he loves move to force him back, taking the end bit of leather and tugging, easily moving his head over- reminding him with a stern voice that this is all for his own good, that if he cant control himself, you’d teach and train him until he can.
ears drooping down to lay heavy on either side of his head, but ultimately nodding- he was good, he knew he was, he was your good boy.
with a long whine, his legs shift to part, bowing his head to look down at his heavy and weeping cock, already swollen at the base and he hasn’t even been touched.
“hurts.”
bokuto whines, and it crumbles your resolve- bringing a hand to tug lovingly at a warmed ear, nodding as you look down at him.
“i know, you’re a good boy- aren’t you?” you question, voice soft and sweet, watching with lidded eyes as he rises to his full height, towering over you with intent, knowing that this is the green light- he’s finally allowed to split that pretty pussy open.
“very good.” he responds, gripping your waist, turning you in an easy twist, fingers easily squishing into the skin there.
his hips rut up into the air, catching against the skin of your lower back, gritting his teeth down, bending you so good for him, he wants to mount you so badly that he can hardly breathe.
“m-my baby just needs help.”
words leave your mouth in a heavy slur, dripping down your legs with the thick hands that dumbly tug your bottoms down the swell of your ass, hurriedly nudging his reddened head into the lips of your swollen cunt- knowing how to move his hips to sink it in with no help of his hands.
you can feel the low grumbling before hearing anything, knocking the cage to your hair when his hips snap up, drooling down his neck already- being denied of your cunt has made him delirious.
the pleasure coursing through your own body is near mind numbing, every tug and push- nod and prod of ridges swollen down his cock, the veins of him bring a viscous shake, held up by thick arms- cradling you to his muscled body.
“b-bo-.” you sob, not even five minutes in and you're already throbbing, pushing back against his head squishing down to your head, trying to nose there- once more being blocked by the metal cage, his own tongue lolling out desperately.
pants sound so loud, whines laced between each cry- he’s so loud, hiccuping out messily with every hump, tail swishing behind him, legs shaking, back bent near completely over.
he takes you standing in the middle of the living room, remnants of the box carrying the harness a mess not three feet from you both, his snapping hips fucking arousal down your thighs, pried open in a near humilating stance so heavy balls swing up and knock into your clit.
his ears are pinned back onto his head, lips curled back in a mean snarl- lost in his own feelings, overwhelmed and dizzy, picking up on wet sticky, messy squelching.
hes so close, so close- the only thing truly holding him back is the need to make you feel good, to atone for anything he did, shaking his head to try and knock the muzzle down.
he just wants to lap at your softness, wants to taste the sweat, taste you.
you hear the jingling of metal, turning your dizzy head, not knowing how he can even think while he’s balls deep, chest rising and falling- hiccuping out a call of his name while you finally cum, scared that he’ll truly knock the muzzle off.
its too late to do anything, head tilting forward, cumming in spasms, hands coming down to hold onto his thick arms-
seeing your spasms, whole body shaky and pussy clench so hard it nearly hurts the skin of his cock, knocks him from his attempt to try and rid the metal cage from his mouth- his own head tilting back to howl.
its all he wanted, scrambled mind focusing on your cunt- plunging into you in one swift movement, rattling your whole body; thick, messy squelching thanks to your contracting and gushing pussy having his lips peel back in a growl.
he tries and fucks into you still, even with the base of his cock swelling, pinning him inside, your knees knocking together when he tries to move, no longer supported by anything other than him while his heated cock swells impossibly big- filling you to the brim with thick and hot, so hot cum.
“g-good boy… my good boy.” you sob, trying to regain the feelings in your arms and legs, letting him sway your body, pure need and lust keeping his body upright- curling his tongue back into his mouth.
his ears twitch, pick back up to receive the praise with a smile- messily licking up the drool running down his chin, nodding and clinging the muzzle, material itchy thanks to his sweat but ultimately uncaring.
he’d do anything to make you happy, do anything to prove that he’s a good pup, shoulders shaking still, while his whole cock jumps inside you- letting you know that his knots finally popping.
once more, he whines- letting you know that he needs more of you… and you let him, too weak for your easily overwhelmed bokuto.
he hates them, can’t wrap his head around why you won’t let him touch you- it’s always a cloudy mess of confusion and whining. he acts like he wasn’t caught sniffing around in your dirty laundry, like he hadn’t been vigorously fucking one of your now tattered panties in a desperate attempt to get off while you were at work.
he think now that he should have been much less messy and loud about it, tail tucked between his legs the second his mind clears up enough to register the bedroom door opening, nose immediately tilting up to catch a whiff of the real you- it was warm out and you smelled so divine, clambering off the bed to grab at you- but stopped with a push of his heaving tits, stopping him in his tracks.
now he’s planted himself at your feet, tail swishing down onto the floor over and over, ears pinned to his head with every disappointed note from your voice that meets them. leaky cock still swollen and hard, dipping between his legs, making a mess of precum onto the floor, so eager for a release it looks like it’s a steady stream coming from the nearly purpled tip of his.
another whine cuts you off when you try and speak once more, waiting for his tantrum to be over-
“you were a bad boy, i told you not to tear up my panties! i was coming home soon- i even called to let you know!” you reprimand, placing a hand to his head the second he wraps his muscled arms around your thighs, resting his head against your tummy, licking up drool slowly pooling in his mouth at finally being touched and touching you.
“missed you- missed you.”
clipped words rang true, but he still knew the rules. you could never be mad at him too long- contemplating letting him off the hook until you feel his heart quicken once more, feeling him rub his nose back and forth along your tummy, thinking he’s just that apologetic before realizing he’s making a line down towards your cunt.
big body curling down to fit his nose right at the apex of your legs- huffing in deep breathes, tail once more regaining its vigor in large swipes down, thumping into the floor loudly.
“bokuto!” you squeal, futility trying to push his head away, only steeling himself and shoving in deeper, leaky cockhead now standing tall, swollen base throbbing to be shoved deep inside the cunt he’s drooling down the neck over.
he decides he’ll brave whatever punishment might come later- deciding he needs to treat your cunt like he treated your tattered and soiled panties.
puppyboy! bokuto who goes through toys like no other- they’re supposed to be replacements for you, fleshlights, pocket pussies- anything that could stave off the sharp throb in his cock every waking hour.
but he’s too rough and he’s too enthusiastic with them. silicon no match for the bruising pace he uses them in, it’s not hot like your cunt, not soft and wet- and that only further exasperates his needing lust.
seeing him play with them is always an experience. however; watching his cock pierce through the end of a fleshlight, cockhead imprinting on the other end with every slam. you turn and leave him to it, trying as quietly to leave the room as possible, giving one last look at him, laying on his back while vigorous thrusts test the mere durability of the toy.
you think, hope- that maybe this time it’ll keep him preoccupied enough to let you nap, but when you’ve finally curled yourself on top your bed, your pup treads through the door, cum filled toy grasped between equally cum covered hands.
he crawls atop you, reddened cock brushing along the bump of your form under the blankets, making a mess of every orgasm he pitifully tugged out of himself, quiet whines turning louder the more he nuzzles against your hidden neck- hands wrapping into the covers, reaching for you.
— puppyboy! bokuto + ‘guard dog’! bokuto + breeding dog! bokuto + messy sex + dubcon + heavy breeding + rough sex + overstimulation + dacryphilia + lots of cum + knotting + dumbification + obscene amount of cum + sloppy kisses + f! reader
— my piece for ♡ the love club puppyboy collab ♡ !
— synopsis; there’s something off about your newly adopted ‘guard dog’.
— word count; 2.5k
there wasn't anything on his adoption papers that would help explain his current behaviour.
you’d gotten him under the pretense that he was big and strong enough to be your guard dog, and the people at the adoption center certainly highlighted his possessive and protective nature as a good thing, but it’d taken a sharp turn over the course of the first week.
his hands were constantly on you, large body always circling around you at all times- crowding your space while his tail wagged wildly behind him. soft whines tumbling from somewhere deep in his chest the closer he got to you. bokuto was touchy and clingy which got some getting used to, and with a quick call to the adoption center- they reassured you that this was a part of the imprinting process, making sure he’d get your scent memorized to always keep you in his mind.
after that, you eased up on pushing his big head away, getting met with a large smile and heavy tail wagging so hard it nearly knocked him side to side when you let him press his nose to your neck for the first time.
after that, you’d failed to recognize this as anything problematic, and the sweet pup easily weaseled his way into your heart- letting him wrap those strong, muscled arms around you whenever he wanted.
by the second week it was too late to even try and correct his behavior, now- bokuto insisted on sleeping in your bed instead of in his room, and would not let you wander the house alone, laying with you while you took your naps- body draped over your own in a manner that was almost suffocating but refusing to move. any indication that you were about to say, ‘no’ or deny him of hugs and his puppy kisses (big slobbering tongue laving heavy strips up your neck was a near daily occurrence) would send him into a flurry of loud whining and pouty lips, it broke your heart to see him like this.
you'd simply chalked it up to him having some sort of abandonment issues, and once more- failed to recognize the biggest red flag that something wasn't quite right with your ‘guard dog’.
it was during heavier nap sessions where you didn't realize his cock swell, mouth salivating so heavy with the way your warm body felt pressed against him would send signals to his very being that you were his breeding bitch.
cuddles and touches that came so natural to him were because he wasn't bred to be a guard dog- he was bred to… breed, but you didn't know that. were not told that the way he hung off you wasnt to mark you- he’d already done that the first time he’d slobbered all over you, it was to measure you and how much prepping he’d have to do in order to fit his cock inside your tiny hole- tiny compared to him.
that the way he’d wrap arms around you and press your body to him was so he could rub his cock against your form. the twitching of it hidden with the vibration his heavy tail made with each wag- whines you’d thought that came from him just being a needy and touch starved pup really came from him thinking about fulfilling primal duties of giving you and him baby after baby- and it all finally came to a breaking point during the third week of him being home with you.
if you thought that the way he didn't let you leave his sight before was overly clingy- it was almost suffocating now.
bokuto tugged you to your shared room, insisted it was nap time, knew you'd simply overwork yourself and claimed he was being a good boy and taking care of you, but the second you laid down on your side- he was on you. wrapping you up in his body, back pressed to the front of his form- strong arms cradling you up, sighing heavily against your neck with the way his nose pressed to your pulse point.
you could hear him swallow over and over, licking his lips with every intake of air, wiggling against his hold to giggle and ask if he was thirsty, and he was- he really truly was.
“no- smell good. you smell good.”
gruff voice nearly growled with every syllable, and your eyes furrowed at the tone- maybe he was just tired or feeling unwell, but there was something there, he didn't sound the same.
and then his hands started to wander, grabbing at your tummy, wandering down to your thighs and your wiggling increased- while you laid there wondering what was wrong with him. he’d usually stop with a nudge, but now he was determined to seemingly pry your legs open.
“bo! quit it, i wanna nap.” you whispered back at him, harsh tone turned into a gasp when his large hand slotted between your thighs, side of his hand pressing against your heated cunt- your own hand coming down quick to grab at his wrist, hearing at the same time a loud whine and huff tumble out of bokouto’s mouth, tail thumping in excitement onto the bed behind the two of you.
“you smell good!” was the only thing he could respond with, shaking viscously at the smell your whole body emitted, hidden from you- but to him it was signaled you were more than ready to take a cunt full of cum, fertile and ready for him.
words failed bokuto, too dumb and focused on one thing at a time- the thought of even explaining it to you made his head hurt, and in the chase to give you what he knew you really needed, he simply hooked a large palm under one of your knees and flipped you onto your back, looking pretty and so soft underneath his shaking body.
“you need it.” was all that managed to slip out, grabbing at your clothes and pulling- the fabric unable to compete against his strength, and you felt yourself swimming in pure confusion, and lust.
it was so easy to give into his ministrations, felt like there was no reason to say no. a big puppy like him built to protect and serve was just fulfilling his duties in a different way.
letting yourself fall headfirst to his frantic grabbing- face heated when the last bit of clothes finally gave way, exposing your body to him- watching when his tongue lulled out, eyes wide while they roamed all over, committing everything he saw to memory.
nothing like the eager dog he was moments ago, now he was driven by pure hunger and instinct- sloppy movements hurried to shove frantic fingers inside your heat.
drool painting your chest while he watched himself sink into you over and over and with the way he was breathing you could only question and wonder where he knew how to do all of this.
head tossed back to the plushness of your pillows, whimpering over and over, now being reduced to the blubbering mess he usually was, already so close while he split you, stretched you to take his cock, knowing for a fact that that was coming soon.
and maybe he should have taken more time to soften your walls in preparation, but the thin line of logical thought snapped when you whined and grabbed at his wrist- telling him you were so close with a pretty cry, it had him close that panting mouth of his, swallowing and nodding once before hurriedly shoving his sweats down- revealing to you the thickest, nearly purpled, cock you've ever seen.
tossing your face to the side to breathe- eyes widened in something akin to delicious fear.
it was daunting, so thick and bobbing, already wet thanks to all the precum slowly seeping out of his dick, eyes catching his balls when you looked back at it- trying to wrestle both want and fear, wanting to have him and fearing the integrity of your cunt at the same time.
bokuto could sense the spike in adrenaline, and in an attempt to soothe you- your puppy leaned down and pressed wet kisses to your cheeks- teeth biting down lovingly on the plushness before whispering,
“you were made to take it- i was made to give it.”
and it was that small, chopped phrase- abnormally wordy for him, that had you keen once more, hands finding his arms and nodding.
it all clicked when bokuto reached a veiny hand down to his cock and leaned down to spit on his cock, pinched eyebrows highlighting eyes that bore the most intense looked he'd ever worn while he laid the heavy, thick cockhead to your hole- pushing in just enough so that his hand was allowed to move from himself to one of your thighs, immediately pushing it up to your chest with every inch sinking inside after the head popped inside, that he was never made to be a guard dog-
your puppy was made with the sole intent of bringing forth line after line of pups with his strength, his good genes meant to be passed down over and over.
virality came hand in hand with bokuto- and now it was your turn to lay there and take it.
loud squealing followed the first thrust given- squeezed out of you with how hard down he had the heaviness of your thigh pinned down to your chest, unable to register that the wetness trickling down your stretched cunt was from all the wetness he was fucking out of you.
cries mirrored by him letting fucked out pants and groans fall, watching your body jolt and squish and stretched to receive every crushing thrust, driven by the weight of his lower body. once more grabbing for the other thigh and doing the exact same thing as before- letting both thick hands lay right under your knee, knowing that this was the best position to breed you nice and full.
“b-bokuto! bokuto- please!” you wheezed, pretty little tears forming along your lashes when you couldn't take it anymore, going numb from the waist down while the weight of his body crushed you.
taking on a form you've never been put under, and he knew this- watched while you cried so pretty and nice for him, pussy rewarding the stretch with clenching, milking him more and more- plush balls only somewhat cushioning any impact, balls full of all the cum he was most definitely going to give you.
he gnashed down on his teeth, jaw flexing with the oncoming orgasm- falling prey to you, to the way you smelled, to the thought of you walking around so pretty and heavy and round with his pups, knowing he was made to do one thing and you were here to help fulfill those desires had him toss his head back and keen- nearly howling when it finally came.
there was no spurt- no delicate warmth that slowly entered your insides. it was heavy and swelling up inside of you, audible noises following the first /fountain/ of cum nearly spraying against your insides- visibly shaking with the intensity of coming undone in such a sweet little pussy.
your own back coming up and off the bed in reaction to him stretching you out with his cum, walls fighting the thickness of it all, going dizzy and nearly blacking out as his thumb reached down to ease you through the white heat, only really making you squirm and cry with the way your own orgasm followed so close.
he hadn’t moved one inch, dutifully waiting for the swell of his balls to come to a halt before even trying to move once more- and even then, even waiting for the last rivule to rest against your swollen walls, it was still too much, eyes wide and frantic while bokuto began working for another load.
he was lost, knew that the second he watched your pussy lips stretch to accommodate him like he knew it would, but he still caught wind of your crying.
blinking past the haze- he looked down at you, looked down at your beaten cunt and how strings of cum followed the rise of his hips up and off your mound, a thick ring of milky wetness painted him, right around where his knot would surely form.
it took everything in him to slow down even a little, ears prickling forward to listen to your sobs, from an overwhelming pleasure you'd never known before, reaching down to kiss the wet trails running down your cheeks away- happily whispering that it was almost over, tail once more wagging fiercely at the thought, knotting you so so close- within reach, knowing it would only take a couple more thrusts before he was coming loose.
“so close, one more- one more.”
bokuto breathily panted, figured that it was enough to sooth you- and continued on his dumb pistoning, excited himself with his own words and once more put you under the full receiving weight of his barelling hips and full, heavy, thick balls.
it was during this second wave of crushing paps of his lower body that you came undone over and over- one orgasm not enough for your body, and the way he took you only further increased the pleasure given, squirming against his hold, unable to keep your eyes open.
you came over and over again, unable to stop, unable to stop squeezing around his swelling cock- one last thrust sealing the seal when the knot of his already monstrous cock caught a sharp squeeze of your tightening cunt.
once more, bokuto held you down while you squealed, eyes widening at the way you felt every inch inside flood with cum, knot keeping it all inside- no where to go, it stayed where it was meant to go, and finally- bokuto let go of your shaking, writhing thighs- kicking around his body while you /still/ came despite the stretch.
hands no longer holding you down came up to your face to hold it, keeping it from tossing to the left and right and instead focusing your wandering eyes to nothing more than him, golden eyes shining while you laid in pure exhaustion- taking him just like he knew you would.
“puppy did good?” he questioned, not knowing your dumbed down state, trying to come back from the teetering edge of consciousness and unconsciousness- blinking through tears to look at the big creature folding itself down to look directly into your eyes.
“good- puppy did good.”
you warbled, not knowing if you can call being fucked within an inch of your life, really truly good- but you were too tired.
he knew it was time to rest now, tongue finding your wet neck and licking at it- something soothing despite his massive knot immobilizing you from the waist down.
letting yourself fall limp, a singular thought to call to the adoption center and ask them who bokuto really, truly was- was the last thing on your mind before falling prey to sleep and exchaustion, letting your big dumb dog take care of you- knwoing that no matter who he truly was, he was there to care for you.
they always stare- walking into the gym to drop off some snacks and food for kou is always a conundrum. eyes pinning you down, looking as you wait like an angel in the sidelines for their rep to get done before your man nearly tackles you in a sweaty and heated hug, seconds away from sucking up your cheek in his mouth and biting because he missed you so much, even if it was just three hours of not being around you.
it’d be easier to ease into his enthusiastic hugs if you weren’t so aware of lingering gazes, and frankly it makes you near uncomfortable- hushing your boyfriends whines of not being able to stay and wait and watch- but you have your reasons.
they dont mean to make you uncomfortable- it’s just… bokutos big.
he’s a big man and not ashamed to parade around naked, done showering after practice- his teammates have all seen the big and thick cock laying heavy between his legs.
they all stare because they really wonder how someone like you could take such a big cock- hunger always laying behind the gazes they throw at you, shuffling around the water fountain to whisper and slyly lust over you- wondering if such a pretty little thing like you would take any big cock. they’d all offer their own up to you in a heartbeat to test it.
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