summary: ( post time skip ) He loved to tease you. Didn’t matter when, where or why. He just wanted to. He loved you of course but he also loved how needy you become after pushing your buttons which was so easy since you were such a crybaby. But he loved that too. It was supposed to be another normal night out with friends but for some reason, he felt particularly meaner tonight.
warnings : pwp, mean dom!Mattsun , mean dom!Makki, daddy kink, sub/dom dynamic, slight degradation, cuckholding, breeding kink, fingering, public setting, car sex, spanking , overstimulation, blowjob, kinda mind break? kind of birthday sex cause it’s like before his bday
words: 5.5k
a/n: so yeah, this came about because it was Mattsun day, so I just had to write it. Supposed to be a Mattsun centric fic where he’s just being a mean dom, but I just had to add Makki to the fray cause idk they’re like a packaged deal asdfghjkl anyways! enjoy lovely people!!! this just proves that my recent obsession are these two
hiromi lost a case! what does he do? he fucks his secretary, of course. ⭐︎
higuruma hiromi just lost a case. it's kind of an oxymoron in itself. higuruma hiromi? losing? unheard of. it was news to his firm when the jury had ruled in the defendant’s . higuruma hiromi had lost his first case.
he's furious— there’s no denying it. years worth of a clean record now ruined by a singular juror. hiromi came back from the courthouse all red and rough with everything his fingers touched.
neat court papers are hastily dropped on his desk and his briefcase is thrown across the room. as his doting little secretary, you asked what was going on. that’s when he looked up at you with pure anger and lust in his eyes.
"over the table, now."
you follow his instructions in an almost eager manner. opaque stockings were tossed to the side and your panties were shoved in his desk drawer (there’s a few other pairs in his drawer from previous activities).
it’s not every day that hiromi fucks you, so you spread yourself on his desk like the pretty meal you are. soon enough, you’re gripping on the ends of his mahogany desk while being stuffed full by his massive dick.
your button-up top is opened so hiromi's hands can palm your breasts and occasionally tweak your perky nipples. thighs spread to show off your sopping wet pussy and sensitive clit. with one hand on your mouth and the other on your leg, hiromi’s reduced you to his little fuck-doll.
“fucking jury…” he mutters, thrusts coordinating with every syllable. “going on about “more evidence needed”… had the damn evidence in front of ‘em.” hiromi delivers a harsh slap to your clit, coaxing a delicious whine from your mouth.
“h-higu!” you moan, eyes rolling to the back of your head. “it’s so much!” your brain can’t think straight right now when hiromi’s thick girth is stretching your tiny pussy wide open. when his cock brushes against your sensitive g-spot, your legs tighten around his waist.
hiromi growls and continues to snap his hips against yours, red tip kissing your cervix with a bump! bump bump! “you take what i give you.” he reprimands and a sudden increase in pace follows. “it’s your job after all, isn’t it?”
“y-yes, sir…!” you squeal when his hand makes contact with your pussy. “hi-higu it’s so much… i think i might—!” it’s at that moment when hiromi stops his brutal pace. his hand finds your clit and pinches it, hard. you let out a loud moan and throw your head back, sending a few pens to the ground.
“did my words not make sense to you, honey?” he asks in a pseudo-sweet voice. “is my pretty little secretary too fucked out to understand basic, coherent sentences?” you feel tears welling up in your eyes as you shake your head at his degrading (but sensual) words. “atta girl.”
hiromi lifts your hips up again and continues pounding into your gushing pussy. “be a good girl and let me relieve some anger, honey.” he coos, tucking a stray hair behind your ear. his gentle manner contrasts the sinful sensation he’s making your tight hole go through. the new angle he’s positioning you in allows him to get to both your g-spot and cervix with more ease.
“you know what would make me less angry, sweetheart?” he asks, folding your legs into a mating press. you shake your head, mind still focused on trying taking his dick without splitting in two. “why, a few months of paternity leave would certainly make me less angry.” oh.
hiromi leans closer to you, mouth against your ear. “think about it, honey— my favorite little secretary and i. and a little baby on the way.” he palms the bulge on your tummy, the imprint of his cock visible for all to see. “paid time off for the both of us— isn’t it perfect, sweetheart?”
your pussy clenches around his girth at the thought of it. hiromi smiles almost wickedly. “perfect girl, i knew you wanted it too.” without any warning, he bottoms out and slams his entire being into you once more, inciting a moan from the both of you.
“bear the paperwork for now, honey. in six months time, we’ll be off work together.”
Any chance he gets he likes to watch his cum drip from your holes, his favorite being your pussy. He calls it his tight little cum bucket. He’ll chuckle a grin as he wipes any residue of cum from your fold with his cock and shove it back into your hole.
“You know I hate being wasteful” he groans as he sinks his cock back into you.
You can barely pull yourself together as you whine and whimper from the overstimulation. He’s so sadistic he’ll make you hold the camera up to your pussy so that you can get a view of how he fucks the cum back inside. He knows you can barely keep your eyes open so holding a camera is almost impossible at the moment.
“Come on I thought you wanted to make a movie” he grins menacingly staring deep into the camera.
Your moans are desperate and loud. He gives you slow long strokes just so he knows you can feel every vein and inch of his cock.
“Tell the camera where you feel me Angel” he licks his lips eyes filled with lust.
He knows exactly where you feel him. The print of his cock fucking into you is evident.
“Right here” you slur as you place a shaky hand on your lower stomach while the other holds the camera barely able to keep your hand steady.
He places his hand there and pushes down slightly.
“That’s where our baby is gonna be” he whispers
You let out a loud moan at the pressure of his hand. The feeling is so overwhelming you almost drop the camera.
“Don’t drop it ” he chuckles darkly “or we’ll have to start all over again”
He pushes your legs further apart so he can shove himself deeper in between them. His thrust are steady as he fucks you. You feel your body jolt back with each rough stroke. He grabs you by the throat pulling you close to him.
“Come, I want you to get a good view of how your pussy’s sucking my cock in”
You're trembling holding the camera up. Your moans are loud you feel the embarrassment flooding through you thinking about looking back on the video.
“Look at that, damn near sucking me dry.”
The squelching sounds that pair with his thrust leaving you whimpering. Everything leaves you moaning desperately. His hand grips your throat holding you up so you can get a view of how he fucks you. His cock feels so big all you can do is moan and drool at the sight of him plunging himself deep into you. He’s been fucking you for so long your voice has grown hoarse.
“You’re so messy” he chuckles “We’re gonna have to change the sheets after this”
His eyes are trained onto where the two of you meet watching the way your juices spray out onto him.
“You see that baby” his grip on your throat tightens as his thrust pick up speed “She’s telling me how much she loves me”
You’re too far gone, you can barely form words.
“Keep that camera steady, I want you to catch how pretty this pussy looks with my cum dripping out”
suna rintaro the mom's friend's son who is rarely home because hes at the boarding school.
you didnt know him that much, just the fact that hes older than you, the suna family's oldest son and plays volleyball. you barely saw him ever since he enters highschool, but your mom did update about him sometimes. "did you know rintaro went to a school in hyogo?" "heard that rintaro has a national game this week, the sunas gonna travel to hyogo to go watch him," "i talked to rintaro in the phone recently, and hes really grown up now," and you would just nod and hum, dont know what to do with that information. why was she so fond of rintaro? you dont even know.
its christmas. the suna family invited yours to a little lovely dinner, alongside with some other of their friends too. you didnt think much of it, scrolling on your phone as you walk into the sunas' home, lively chatter and laughter filling the suna household. "oh, y/n. hello," an unfamiliar voice greets, making you look up to the speaking figure. "ah, hello.." you replied hesitantly, watching a smile formed on rintaro's face. his voice were deeper than you remembered, and hes really tall. rintaro really did grew up. you shyly bowed to him, before heading towards your mother.
rintaro watches you, and he thought perhaps you dont remember how much you used to cry because you wanted him to be his boyfriend when you were 3 anymore.
heartbroken! darling . . who spends hours in her soft bed trying to get herself off — mind pacing back and forth to her ex boyfriend suna rintarou.
heartbroken! darling . . who hates herself for being reminded of how well his fingers worked her little cunt, and how well he fucked with his pretty dick.
heartbroken! darling . . who’s fussing, tossing and turning and huffing into her plush pillow until the soft of her upper arm accidently presses on the contact of her ex, ringing suna’s line.
ex boyfriend! sunarin . . who’s eyes widen when he sees your contact name pop up — still set as ‘sweet girl’ with no intent to change it. who takes a bit of time to answer, so it doesn’t seem like he cares too much.
ex boyfriend! sunarin . . who presses the green button with shaky fingers, parting his lips to speak before he hears a familiar meek moan.
ex boyfriend! sunarin . . who’s cock begins to stiffen at the soft, whiny moans elicited through the speaker of the phone — clearly you’ve misclicked his contact. he knows the moral thing to do would be to hang up, but . .
heartbroken! darling . . who subconsciously whines out her ex boyfriends name slurred with a soft moan, chanting the syllables over and over with occasional ‘ . . miss you . . ‘ and ‘ love you ‘s . . ‘
ex boyfriend! sunarin . . who can hear your sloppy pussy over the poor speaker of the phones, and your soft rumbling in the sheets. who’s listening so intently that he starts to imagine your pussy crying out his name too.
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“r—rinnn . . miss y’ so much ,”
he knows — knows you’re renacting the nights where you two had to resort to phone sex, due to him being heftily busy or out of town. he’s well used to your whining and the scramble of the sheets against the phones speaker, having resorted to phone sex as a way to push off the true issue — he was never home.
“‘m sorry,” you ramble, “sorry f’being so mean . . miss y’ so much. miss your face ‘nd . . fingers and y’r cock—“ you hiccup.
you muffle your voice into your pillow, free arm wrapping under the the cushion for leverage. “rin,” you moan. “l—love you.”
your breath fastens when you feel your climax following, little thumb pressing against your sensitive clit just as suna taught you. “feels good! r—rinnn,” you cry, eyes shut tight with the vivid imagination of your now ex boyfriend behind you, helping you get off.
his sultry voice and featherlight touches transverse your thoughts, soft cries being elicited from your swollen lips and drool dirtying your pillow. you ignore the loud squelches of your pussy, or how you’re dirtying your hand and the sheets below, pumping in and out of your swollen cunt with no other desire but to cum.
you yelp, jump up in terror when you hear a loud masculine sigh and low shlicks, eyes searching the room for the source of noise. you lift your blanket with intentions to slip inside . .
revealing your phone. on an active call with your ex boyfriend named, ‘sweet boy.’ no, you hadn’t changed his contact either. the time of the call displays ‘12:38.’ a hot flash spreads throughout your body,
“r—rin?”
“y—yeah.”
“you . . you didn’t hear anything right?”
it’s so deathly silent, you could hear a pin drop.
“you really miss me that much, doll?” suna chuckles, breaking the silence with a short hum.
“no . . du—dunno what you’re talking about. i—i called on accident so ‘m gonna—“
“don’t be like that baby, don’t hang up. let me come over, yeah?”
“rin—“ you protest,
“oh? we’re not moanin’ anymore? i see . . “
“shut up, suna!” you cry out, defeated and forcibly facing the fact that you had just fucked yourself to the thought of your ex boyfriend — and he heard everything.
“c’mon. let me come over t’night and show you just how much i missed you, too. alright?”
he’s eager when you don’t protest, only a heavy huff before the line cuts off. he’s quick to messily tug up his sweats, rinse off his hand, and reach for keys.
just saw a post about men who copy your moans during sex & fuck you with a cocky lil grin so here’s this
rintarou suna who will fuck you with one of your legs over his shoulder, his hand on the opposite hip, other hand roaming up and down your body as he pleases. he’ll switch between rolling your stiff nipples between his fingers to see your eyes roll back & maneuvering his hand down between your legs to draw heart shapes and spell out his name on your clit with his thumb. he’ll do every trick in the book to get you whining like a slut just so he can copy your sounds in the most obnoxiously pornographic manner just because he loves watching your face turn a deeper shade of red as he endlessly pounds into your sobbing cunt. your eyes will be locked on his as your nails grip at his shoulder blades in shock but all he does is smirk down at you, eyes mad with power, dominance all consuming.
“what’s the matter, baby? are ya embarrassed? pretty princess feelin ashamed? ya should be with all those dirty little sounds you’re making, babe. such a nasty little slut, hm?”
he talks down to you while lifting your hips to a new angle, pounding down into that gummy spot inside you perfectly, his head dipping down to leave licks and bites all over your bouncing tits, touching you in ways sure to leave you whining, just to replicate the sound in the most overdramatic, high pitched, mocking voice he can fathom. you can’t even complain when he’s got you bent like that. all you can do is stare up at his pearly smirk and hungry eyes, and try not to cry at the humiliation he makes you feel when he rubs at your clit just to mock your slutty little sounds.
i am thinking about togame openly staring at your ass/tits/bulge/thighs/literally any part of your body any time you're in the same room as him and when you finally decide to address it, he takes his time bringing his gaze up to your eyes (taking the scenic route up your body along the way) before grinning at you
DARK CONTENT WARNING ! yamato endo x f!reader x chika takiishi. cw somnophilia (u pass out while he’s fucking u), cw slapping, cw choking, endo is tasked with getting u squirting in exactly 5 minutes (under takiishi’s watch), mean & desperate! endo
note: this was a thirst prompt from a lovely anon except theirs was about ume! i’ll be linking it here after i write his part.. and it’ll be very soft n sweet i promise <3
“hey, hey. you’re joking,” his disbelief trails into a breathy laugh at the realization, “did you just fuckin’ pass out on me?” endo stills inside you from where he’s got you in doggy, except.. you’ve gone completely silent. his hand wraps around your throat to catch you as soon as your body falls limp, cock still sitting deep inside you as he cranes your neck to look back at him, confirming that your eyes are in fact.. shut.
“two minutes.”
endo’s eyes widen at the blunt reminder. only two minutes left? shit. he’s chewing his lip— the timer still runs even if you’re fucking unconscious? he’s making a noise, one akin to a growl as he clenches his jaw, eyes widening in anger. he was so close, so so close to making you gush in record time and you had the audacity to pass out on him?
“hey,” he warns, small slap hitting your left cheek, followed by a series of light slaps to match each word. “you’d. better. wake. the. fuck. up. if. you. know. what’s. best. for. ya.”
no response.
“shit,” he’s seething through his teeth, roughly flipping you over onto your back. is it possible for you to squirt if you’re not awake? he doesn’t even have the luxury of finding out. endo’s pressing your thighs up the next second, holding you tight in a mating press as he sets a brutal pace again, eyes flickering back between your face and takiishi’s. there wasn’t much time left—
“hurry up.”
the words that leave takiishi’s mouth come out with the faintest trace of impatience, one that no one else except endo would have been able to pick up on, and that’s all it takes for him to snap. he’s bullying his cock straight into the spot he knows gets you sobbing, one hand wrapped flush against your neck to keep you still and the other coming to flick at your clit. “cum, cum, fuckin’ brat. i said cum, didn’t i? don’t you dare test me right now.”
your eyes finally decide to flutter open— at a perfect time, he might add, your confused eyes only staring up at his for a half second before your expression is contorting, eyes rolling back into your skull.
“…e-endo..?! ah!”
he’s breaking out in an incredulous laugh above you, hand slamming against his forehead in disbelief, and from your peripheral vision, you can see takiishi shift from the couch beside you. “oh, you’re awake now, aren’t you? that’s just fantastic. absolutely fantastic. listen here, ya lil’ slut. hurry up and cum or i’ll make you regret it, hear me? yeah? you do? chop chop. the clock’s ticking.”
the way your mouth falls open in a silent scream is a good sign, one that makes endo’s lips tug back into a nasty smile. the sounds coming from your cunt are sloppy, wet and messy— and you finally take notice of the knot that’s been tightening in your belly while you were asleep. the hand around your neck forces you to keep still as soon as you’re starting to squirm, uncomfortable with how quickly you’re approaching the edge. “w-wait, endo—”
“30 seconds.”
“cum, cum,” he’s chanting under his breath, voice coming out as a deep growl as he leans down, crazed eyes looming just an inch above you, “cum. i said cum.”
“f-fuck!” your tongue lolls out, thighs trembling, and he takes the opportunity to stick two fingers in your mouth, cock twitching inside you when you loudly gag around the thickness. he slams inside you particularly hard, hip grinding roughly against your clit just once, and that’s all it takes to have you screaming against his hand, eyes widening as you start gushing all over him.
it’s a violent orgasm, one you can tell endo’s completed forced out of you, and your head falls back onto the pillow, chest heaving up and down as your thighs are reduced to a trembling mess. your arms come to tiredly latch onto him when he switches to deep and slow thrusts, teeth baring in an ecstatic smile at the sight.
he did it. he really fucking did it.
it’s time for his reward, right?
the sound of takiishi stirring has the both of you jerking your heads to the side, watching in anticipation as he stands up, cracking his neck with a stiff inhale.
“move. my turn.”
tags : (thank u for talking to me about this wild idea) @to-eden @crescentkaze @eevees-hobbies @fushigurioo @hayatoseyepatch @kiryuzpumpkin @suosgirl @foxyfiction
out of all the big dick havers who tell you 'you can take it, baby,' matsukawa issei is NOT one of them
no, he's telling you 'aww, you can't take all of it, you're too tiny,' and 'mm, 's gonna break you, hun'
he's so so mean to you, but its only because he likes that it makes you mad, that it pisses you off and just makes you try even harder to get halfway on his cock without his help, determined to prove him wrong and wipe his stupid sleazy grin off his face
summary: oh, so you wanna ask him “is that all you’ve got?” while he’s balls deep inside you and see what happens? here’s a lil hint for you: he’s not gonna be very happy with you.
contains : explicit smut (18+), brat taming, overstimulation, mentions of squirting, pet names, teasing, creampie, cw blood (his staple tore a lil bit), slight cw degradation (calls u dumb, but he also calls u cute !!), his dick has piercings <3, hate sex ??
note : okk here’s my response to this thirst ! ૮꒰ྀི∩´ ᵕ `∩꒱ྀིა
“look at you,” you hear dabi growl from just above you, his hand pushing your face deeper into your couch as soon as you’re trying to spit a slew of curses at him, “what’s the matter? that’s quite the face you’re making.”
his pace doesn’t falter, still relentless even when he’s jutting out his tongue to quickly swipe at the blood that’s begun to drip down the side of his mouth, the result of the way his lips are overly stretched in a scary smile— his mouth spreading a bit too far from the way he’s laughing at how you’re squealing underneath him. “s-shut up,” you try and bark back, voice trailing off into a loud gasp when he hits a particularly deep spot inside you, “it’s t-too much. you gotta.. gotta slow down..!”
“aww, you poor, poor thing,” he’s feigning sympathy, a terrible job at it— but the thumb that was previously pressing into your cheek a moment ago is now rubbing soothing circles against the skin. it does absolutely nothing to comfort you, only making your eyebrow twitch in annoyance at the mere thought.
“but.. i wouldn’t be complaining if i was you, little girl.”
you can smell the familiar scent of smoke as soon as he’s lowering himself to loom over you, the cold staples that line his chest now pressing against your back as you shiver. the movement has him suddenly reaching even deeper inside you, your eyes rolling further back into your skull when you feel a mixture of his cum and your juices spill out onto the fabric beneath you.
he was big enough as is… had already emptied himself inside you once tonight, got you completely filled up to the brim and yet you’re still somehow able to vividly feel the piercings lining his dick drag along your walls with each and every thrust.
the same walls he’s been so insistent on training. the same walls he’s always having to force to stretch out for him, make them open up and accommodate his thickness. it’s always been a mystery to him as to why you— down to your pussy, always act like such a fucking brat with him. just how many times has he taken you by now?
bent you over your couch, your table, he’s even taken you right on your welcome mat. but no matter how many times he buries his cock in you, he still has to spend his time working his fingers in you, get you all stretched out and ready to take him.
how much longer’s it gonna take for your pussy to ingrain the shape of his dick in its little mind?
he wants to make that happen tonight.
you hear dabi loudly grunt above you before he’s suddenly grabbing you by your face, fingers digging into your cheeks as he forces you to crane your neck and peer back of him, cock twitching when he sees you shoot him your best attempt a glare.
“ahh, still a fuckin’ brat,” he acknowledges, “looks like our practice has been helping your stamina.” his voice is steady and low, and if it wasn’t for the hungry and crazed look in his eyes— one you can easily recognize as the same look he gets when he wants to see you screaming and shaking under him.. you’d probably think he was bored otherwise.
“you know… if you didn’t have such a cute face,” he’s leaning in, and he has to stifle a laugh when your eyes flutter shut in expectance. oh— you cutie. did you really think he was about to give you a little kiss?
how adorable of you. so you really can be sweet sometimes.
there’s a tight squeeze to your cheeks to get you back to looking at him, your tired eyes meeting with his again as your lips are forcefully puffing out in a pathetic pout from his grip. “there you are. said that if you didn’t have that face, then it’d be my foot pushing your head down on that couch and not my hand.”
“consider yourself lucky.”
“..huh?” you ask incredulously, and he’s immediately taking back what he previously thought about you being sweet, not with that attitude you’re giving him. your voice is breathless, and he can tell your mind has already started to go dizzy from how good he feels, but you still have your pride if nothing else— much to dabi’s dismay. “y-you’d better not..” you’re panting now, “put your grimy feet anywhere near my face.”
he only laughs. god, he’d never even dream of ruining that pretty face.
“yea, yea,” he coos, abruptly letting go with a disappointed shrug of his shoulders as you yelp, hands coming to catch yourself as you fall back onto the couch. “not that it’d even matter, dollface… ‘s not gonna change the way you’re looking right now.”
he doesn’t give you a chance to retort, hands gripping around your hips now as he repeatedly pulls you back into him, bullying his achy cock into you over and over, ecstatic with the way you have to scramble to get a tighter grip on the couch, keep yourself braced and grounded so he doesn’t fuck you right off onto the floor.
and you’re being so loud. did you really even hate him? your neighbors wouldn’t think so. in fact, no one in a one mile radius would think so.
they would think you loved him.
“how cute— you’re already looking ruined,” there’s a subtle shake to his voice, a tell-tale sign that he’s starting to get close to his high, and the way he’s slamming so deep inside you is only a second confirmation of that. “completely ruined. how’s that feel?”
“‘m not,” you spit back, glare contorting to a lewd expression as soon as he finds the spot that’ll have you creaming in seconds. close. you were so close, and it’s always about now when he starts fucking you like you were nothing but a toy.
“yeah?” and you absolutely hate that you know him well enough to be able to tell that he’s grinning ear to ear at the way you’ve started to tremble under him, “you’d break into pieces if i took off the brakes.”
“but you asked for it huh? want me to destroy you and turn you into my dumb little cocksleeve?” he’s louder now, raising his voice so you can hear him over the shrieking sound of your moans, “don’t needa ask twice, doll. now shut that bratty mouth of yours up already.”
Immediately, as soon as your first words are uttered over the recording video, Rintaro’s booms down the hallway. You laugh and smack your hand on the counter, trying to keep it as quiet as you can as you hear him continue to yell.
“THE FUCK YOU THINK THIS IS? WE’RE LOCKED IN, WHAT THE FUCK!” Socked feet barrel down the hall and you’re quick to hide the camera behind a bottle of mouthwash. His body quickly comes into the frame, chest puffed out and hands on his hips. “You got something you want to tell me?”
You pull your lips down in thought before shaking your head, “no. I don’t think so. I didn’t even know you were home.”
“Oh!” He says dramatically, clapping his hands together. “So you’re just always talking about dumping me to your little Internet friends?”
“Only in my fantasies,” you hum, tossing your arms around his neck and pressing a kiss to his cheek. He pouts, and you giggle and kiss him again, “but if I ever do decide to dump you, I promise you’ll be the first to know.”
This, has him blinking unamused at you. Then, his hands leap up to grab your cheeks, and he pulls you in for a loud, wet kiss, his lips pressing kisses over your laughing mouth, teeth, and lips. “Listen to me.”
“Rinnie!”
“No. Shush. Listen to me.” He pulls back and rests his head against yours, hands still squishing your cheeks. “I have shit out an engagement ring for you. I have your name tattooed on me. I got clawed to death by your rat fuck cat, and I have a shirt with your face on it that I wear when I go out. We’ve shared a toothbrush, you pinch my nipple when I’m showering, you text me and ask me if I’ve pooped, and I know damn well you take ugly pictures of me when I’m sleeping.”
“Your point?”
His nostrils flare, “you so much as THINK this relationship is ending, I’m going to tattle on you.”
“Oh, please-“
“To Komori.”
This, has you paling, and you nod softly and gently grab his shoulders, “no, okay, you’re right, you’re right baby, I’m sorry.” He nods as you press a kiss to his lips, “but in all seriousness-“
“Oh, I’m serious, too.”
You snicker, “in my seriousness, I’m never going to leave you.” You flash your engagement ring to the camera and purse your lips out, and he smiles down at you. “who else is going to poop out a ring, then lie to the salesman about why we’re returning it, and get me a new one, hmm?”
“Thankfully, I’m the only one who will.” He kisses your forehead, then looks at you with sad eyes. “We’re locked in?”
“Yeah baby,” you giggle, kissing his nose. “We’re locked in.”
needing a babysitter while his ex-wife is out of town and he has to go to training, oikawa is given a recommendation by his teammate. that is how you end up in his massive house by the ocean, watching his kids. before he left, he promised that if you did a good job, he'd give you the tip. you assume he simply misphrased that sentence — spanish isn't his first language, after all — but you soon realise he meant exactly what he said.
he gave you a lot more than just the tip, though. his whole length pierces into you, while your fingers try to grasp at the smooth, polished surface of the kitchen island counter he has you bent over. a futile attempt at coping with the furious billow of bliss he sends sweeping through you.
his rough grip on your waist; his hand tangled in your hair, pushing your face against the cold marble; the way he avoids moaning your name because he doesn't remember it. you know he's only using you for his own pleasure and to be able to brag to his teammates that he fucked the hot babysitter senseless in his kitchen last night while the kids were down. young and tight — maybe even a virgin — but he had the honour of pounding into your chaste pussy, using you as his personal cumdump.
"good girl." he groans through gritted teeth, relief rushing through him as he spills his seed inside you. he fucks you through his high, making your body shake with each sloppy thrust. only faltering when he notices his actions cause some of his cum to leak out of you. with his finger, he guides it back into your hole. he smirks at the implications of what he has just done, and leans down to whisper coarsely in your ear, "maybe if you get pregnant, i'll let you come live here with me. how does that sound?"
he smacks your ass and you yelp, at which he laughs.
♡ TSUKISHIMA
working for a strict boss like tsukishima at the museum was a lot of pressure. he watches you like hawk, piercing eyes burning a hole through you, waiting for you to mess up or do something slightly wrong so he can yell at and reprimand you. all your co-workers brush it off as him being a mean guy, since it's true he is like that with everyone, but they can't see how much harsher he is with you.
that's only because tsukishima is very strategic when it comes to you. he only tells you off when the staff lounge is empty; he'll sabotage your work relationships so they won't care that he makes you stay late; he makes rude quips about your 'slutty outfits' only when nobody else is around to hear. after he screams at you for the exhibits being dirty and demand you clean them, he corners you in the janitor's cupboard and locks the door.
tears stream down your face, some drip onto the ground while others are soaked up by the cement wall tsukishima has your cheek pressed up against while he takes you from behind. with one hand up your skirt, fondling your ass. the other placed on your hip, which he moves to wipe away your tears roughly with the back of his hands.
"stop crying." his cock batters your aching walls, while you squirm against him, a feeble attempt to position yourself so his tip brushes your g-spot. though, he puts a swift end to this by clamping his hand down on your hips. "if didn't want me to yell at you, then don't be fuckin' hopeless." he stammers out through groans. "should be grateful i've found a use for you. so be quiet an take it like a decent whore."
♡ IWAIZUMI
an a student of sport science, you're very lucky that one of the best athletic trainers in the business agreed to take you on as an apprentice. you both get along very well too; iwaizumi can be strict at times but you can tell it's because he really cares and wants you to succeed.
when he's not actively training you, he's still very kind. you both joke around some and he's always making small talk, you even learned that he used to be a volleyball player and he's friends with a couple pros! beyond that though, you never notice how his gaze lingers when you're demonstrating stretches; how he 'coincidentally' asks you to stay late for practise on days you're wearing a low cut top; and how he always keeps an ear out for your small — but sweet — whimpers of struggle as you tidy up the weights and dumbbells.
his eyes have been on you ever since you started work for him, but things only change the day he takes of his shirt while cleaning up, and you happen finally realise how hot he is. from there, it's impossible for you to keep your hands off, and he feels the same. next thing you know, he has you sprawled out on the gym floor, laying into you in missionary.
it's been a long day of training and he's already exhausted but he still gives it to you with everything he has, and more. his firm dick lowers in to you while your walls cling to him, swallowing him up. your arms are daped around his shoulders to stable yourself while his hips smash against yours, and from the sheer mix of pain and pleasure, your nails dig into his skin. not that he minds, it's all muscle back there, anyway.
he likes giving it to you rough. not that he wants to wreck that pretty pussy of yours too badly; it needs to be enjoyable enough that'll your beg him for another round. but he likes the way your tits bounce when he thrusts hard enough, it's an even better sight than you doing starjumps. one that he'll never get enough of.
♡ KENMA
being a stock-trader, ceo, pro-gamer and youtuber is all really hard work so of course kenma requires a personal assistant. when you show up for the interview, he instantly knows you're the one, but he doesn't want to give you such a heavy workload. therefore, he hires two people: he hands the other person all the difficult stuff, and leaves you free. all you need to do is stand about and look pretty. he never said that aloud, but it was made obvious when one of the jobs he gave you was to come into his office and paint your nails. and of course, being the diligent employee you are, you followed his orders.
it didn't take long for him to start experiencing 'favouritism' accusations but they were promptly shut down by a simple 'yes, and?' from kenma. any person with half a brain can tell how much special treatment you receive, he would be foolish to try to deny it.
but it's all worth it. you're like his gorgeous doll, his prized possession, it's his responsibilty to treat you with all the care and love you deserve. he didn't even want anything in return for it, getting to see you every day was reward enough. but when you come in to his office requesting a raise, that's when the negotiation begins.
your lips swell around his cock, having been going at it for so long, but he urges you to continue in his muted, whiny voice. he relaxes in his chair, head tossed back in pleasure while you work on his cock, bobbing your head up and down on it. "s' good.." he grumbles, hand finding it's way to your cheek.
his thumb brushes against your skin while your tongue rubs his length. he tastes umami and strong. cock so long that even when you go down on him, you can't reach the base, and the back of your mouth hurts from trying. but he grips your chin and lifts your face so you can meet his sultry gaze. amused by how cute you look with your mouth stuffed full of his cock, he rasps, "there's a twenty thousand yen bonus if you deepthroat."
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Sugar Daddy!Iwaizumi loves it when you throw tantrums!
He finds it all the most alluring, fueling the dominance within his veins. Whether it’s Every bit of attitude, pout, and sass you give him, he absorbs it, keeping careful count of each occurrence.
Unbeknownst to you, Iwaizumi finds such joy in your little tantrums, especially right now. He knows how you’ve been crushing on some new bag, he still remembers your presentation of the newly released collection you swiped through a few nights before. To keep his precious girl happy, he’s taken the day off just to court you himself.
But all that comes crashing down when the heel of your pearly white stilettos threatens to pierce through the glossy white floor of the boutique when he denies you of that purse you claim to need —oh so— much. He chuckles intently, guiding his pouty princess back out to the car with the driver waiting patiently.
He gives you a few minutes to calm down, soothing you with soft pecks along the crook of your neck. He knows exactly what gets your legs spreading and those curvy hips bucking in the air.
His girthy digits drift down to your panties, ripping the gossamer material to the side. Iwaizumi toys with your clit for a while, sighing at how easily the tender bud slips against his calloused pads. It’s satisfying to both of you, giving birth to the arousal brewing at the pit of your belly.
“You must hate me, I know, I know. But y’re makin’ such a mess you’re making on my fingers, baby. So fucking cute,” he grins, teasing the slit of your cunt with pulsing fingers. Just when you prepare yourself mentally for the delicious stretch, an abrupt jab of pain distracts you—the fresh sting of Iwaizumi’s thick fingers crashing against your clit.
“Hajime, wait!” His name comes flying from your gaping mouth. Your eyes peer down at Iwaizumi’s hand reeling back to land another slap. But there’s a certain detail that makes this little session of punishment even worse.
What makes it worse is how Iwaizumi’s display of dominance turns you on and the proof decorates his calloused hand. It’s disgusting how the flat of his palm glimmers in your slick—almost like the gems from the handbag you wanted so badly.
Before you could even think, Iwaizumi laid his lips along your ear, his warm breath nipping at the flustered shell. He had a message for you and he thinks that this time, you’ll get it loud and clear.
“Don’t you ever embarrass me in public like that again, or else I’ll fuck the reminder into that thick skull of yours.”
Sugar Daddy!Kuroo loves it when you call his name!
He swears it fills his stomach with those innocent butterflies, hearing his bubbly muse coo his name. It’s a cute purr, flows right off your tongue, and ends in a smile that could make Kuroo empty out his bank account right at that moment. He likes to play dumb sometimes, claiming his hearing fades in and out from time to time. Yet, Kuroo always stands tall and giddy with perked ears, waiting for you to repeat yourself.
Kuroo especially loves when you call out to him in grace for his services, ranging in a multitude of forms. His favorite one, of course, is when your orgasm hinges at the tips of your freshly manicured toes, the nerves prickling at the surface of your supple skin.
With his cock buried so deep inside your—his—cunt, it drags along your walls with such intensity. But Kuroo doesn’t dare to increase the pace, his hips lagging behind a languid drive. Not as it matters, even without using a pummeling force, Kuroo still manages to have your body on edge.
“Aww, what’s wrong, Angelface? Use your words, what do you want from me?” He’ll tease, using those thick fingers of his to squeeze your cheeks together, forcing out a wet pucker from your drooling lips. It’s all just overwhelming, the heat of the room, his hunkering frame shadowing above your own.
Your hands claw at his forearm, proving his resolve to be stronger than your own. It wasn’t your fault, it was Kuroo’s stubborn ego, acting as the driving effort to see that his needs are met. Kuroo lays a trail of pecks up to your neck, lingering along your jawline and ending at your cheek, each one dressed with apathy.
His words are just teasing, the only solace being his hitching pants warming the shell of your ear as he spoke smugly.
“Say it with me now, Te-tsu-rou…c’mon Baby, say it for Daddy. Tell me just how you wanna cum all over my cock.”
Sugar Daddy! Oikawa loves it when you send him pictures!
It’s a boost of confidence, sending the man photos whenever you decide to frilly yourself up for the day. Even if it’s just running to the store, Oikawa wants it all.
He loves to have a collection of his precious baby looking her best, making up for all the times he couldn’t join you. Whether he’s away for work or tucked up inside a stuffy hotel room, he’s swiping through his file of photos reserved just for you and that gorgeous smile. Yet when it’s the ungodly hours of the night, he’s upping his game from pictures to full-blown videos, even video calls to please his fancy.
Each one of these calls consists of you dollied up and dressed in his favorite set of lingerie. And with what he likes, it barely leaves anything to his imagination. To have those sheer panties hanging around your waist, just for the inner seam to leave you crotchless. What's better than getting straight to the chase?
That’s what he likes and that’s what has your phone propped against the headboard, giving his heavy tourmaline hues the scene of you desperately rutting into his pillow on the bed. The satin pillowcase dragged along your clit, taunting the sensitive bud with its smooth material.
Your inner thighs scrape along the plush fabric, your hips rocking into the cotton. Keeping a constant pace is key to your impending high, the soft moans flowing from your mouth like a crystal clear stream of the purest water. Oikawa had his sights pinned on you, watching your desperate search for a climax unfold before him.
“Feels good, right Princess?” He’ll ask with a heavy chest, Oikawa wincing at how rough the palm of his hand was. It was nothing like your touch, the plush skin of your digits that would struggle to hold his length.
He was struck by an off sense of nostalgia, memories of his salacious youth being re-lived with each uncaring stroke of his fist. Just to even come close to your touch, Oikawa removed bits of his barreling strength, the pad of his thumb swiping at the blushing head of his dribbling cock. He bit his lip greedily, his ears piqued for your reply.
You hum in response, clutching the puffy mass in your fist. It did feel nice, working yourself into an orgasm underneath Oikawa’s watchful eye. Knowing that he’s on the other side, stroking that fat cock of his with his rough hands, and wishing he had your sputtering pussy instead is all the motivation you need.
“I-I’m so close, wanna cum with you, ‘Ru,” you mew out, increasing your mere nudges to erratic bucks of desire. Oikawa could only growl in return, the frustration of his inadequate touch pitting him against time. Tossing his head back, the apple of his throat bobs at his staggering pace. At the final moments of his stability, Oikawa groaned out his final request of the night, something you couldn’t attempt to defy.
“Cum for me, Pretty. You better make a fucking mess for me to come back to, got it?”
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“OH GOD, IT’S NOT FAIR OF HIM TO MAKE ME FEEL THIS MUCH!” (HQ BOYS)
ATSUMU: says things out of nowhere that it makes you feel butterflies. it’s so sudden that it hits you like a tidal wave that knocks the air out of you. the two of you could be laughing at some random thing and suddenly, he opens his mouth to mention something, “your smile.” he says, almost out of nowhere, eyes looking at you with so much fondness that you refuse to believe that someone could ever look at you that way. “my smile? what’s wrong with it, tsum?” you question, and he chuckles, “oh, there’s nothing wrong with it.” a goofy smile plants itself over his face, “it’s just.. it’s so pretty. i want to see it more.” he says, resting his forehead over yours. “wanna be the person who makes you do all that—smile and laugh. you’re so beautiful.”
AKAASHI: “you were saying?” he questions as he’s scribbling over his notebook, studying for a test he’ll take the next day. the question almost surprises you. “i was saying..?” you ask, eyes on him as he looks busy enough writing over his notebook rather than listening to your nonstop blabbering. “yeah? you were talking about the book you just finished reading.” he says, and you sat there surprised, silenced and unable to fully process what you just heard. “well?” he ushers you to speak, the tone of his voice coming out as if he wants to hear more from you. and you couldn’t help but stare at him in disbelief. “you.. you were listening?” you respond with a timid voice. your boyfriend lets out a chuckle, dropping down his pen to look at you with interest in his eyes. “of course i do. i’m always listening to you, honey.”
KUROO: you weren’t sure what just happened, but all you could process was the fact that you’re suddenly lifted by the strong arms of your boyfriend as you walked through the hallway of the campus. it was supposed to be a normal day. you sighed, trying to ignore the stares of the students around you (and yaku, literally staring at the both of you in disgust). “tetsu, what are you doing? what’s all this? what’s happening?” you throw your boyfriend a wave of questions, unable to get a glimpse of the motive behind his actions. the deep chuckles from him reaches your ears, and you almost had to be grateful for being carried bridal style so as to not feel your knees weakening from the sound he just made. “am i not allowed to care for the love of my life?” he says, almost as if it’s an obvious fact. you roll your eyes, not convinced. you open your mouth to say something, but he beats you to it—“you mentioned you walked home yesterday, right? you know, it’s pretty convenient to take the bus sometime. your house is pretty far from here. your feet must have been aching. let me take care of you, alright?”
OIKAWA: “delivery for the most beautiful person in the world!” he knocks on your classroom door, catching the attention of your classmates. you mildly panic, a rush of embarrassment flowing over you as you’re greeted with teasing smiles and chuckles. you see, tooru always had the tendency to do these things. and it honestly surprises you ‘till this day. he makes you feel so openly loved that it scares you it might disappear someday. your heart beats at a fast pace as your boyfriend nears you, eyes never leaving your figure as the corners of his lips are raised upwards. he places a bouquet of flowers on your desk, along with your favorite food on a plastic bag, and you almost choke a cry. “what’s all this?” you question, looking at him with suspicious eyes. he chuckles, “is there anything wrong with a boy simply wanting to show his love to his favorite person in the world?” his hand reaches to cup itself against your cheek, his warmth cascading over you. “let me show you what you deserve. i’m right here.”
USHIJIMA: you let out a sharp breath as you’re suddenly being pulled to collide against a strong chest which happens to be your boyfriend. you’re about to ask what just happened when he speaks first, “be careful. you were about to hit a lamp post.” your eyes widens, looking to the side to notice that you were, indeed, about to bump against one. guilt quickly begins to rush over you. “o-oh.. i’m sorry, i get really clumsy and bad at these things—“ you try to explain yourself apologetically, but your boyfriend cuts you off before you could finish your statement, “please don’t apologize. these are simply trivial matters.” he tells you. it’s only ‘till then you notice his arm wrapped around your waist in a protective manner while he keeps you steady. “matters like these are the reason why i’m here. let me be the one to keep you out of danger.”
KITA: “this one’s wrong. you messed up the formula halfway, that’s why the rest of the equation is wrong.” your boyfriend explains to you as he compares his math homework with yours. you couldn’t help but chuckle in embarrassment, inwardly beating yourself up for being dumb infront of him. you scratch the back of your head, “s-sorry, i could really get confused over these things.” you apologize, and your boyfriend could only nod in understanding. “in this number too, you got the formula wrong. you’re supposed to use this.” he then adds, pointing to a certain number on your paper. you couldn’t help but feel small under his gaze. “r-right.. i’m sorry, i promise i’ll do better.” you reply apologetically. but your discomfort doesn’t go unnoticed by shinsuke. his eyes worriedly looks at your figure as he quickly slides an arm around your waist, “hey, it’s okay. don’t worry about it.” you could feel his thumb rubbing against the fabric of your shirt as a way to assure you. “you’re doing amazing, believe me. just let me know if you’re confused anywhere. i can always help you. you’re okay.”
you giggle in his arms, shaking your head no and smile as he leans down to press another kiss on your lips.
the past fifteen minutes had been spent trapped under his arms while he kisses your plump, flavourful, lips. it started out when you put on some chapstick and he asks for some. you knew that this was his way of getting a kiss, but when his lips press against yours the flavor is different than your normal vanilla, its fruitier. "what flavor is that?" he asks, pulling you closer to him to plant another kiss on your lips, "berry?"
"no" you say smiling as you await his actions. hoping that he does exactly what you expect him too.
and he falls into your trap. the next fifteen minutes are spent with his lips on yours as he guesses what flavor it could be. strawberry? mango? pineapple?
all no.
at this point all he could taste was his own spit on your lips. completely kissed away all the chapstick that coated your lips. he breaks the last kiss with a whine.
"y/n put some more on, i can't taste it anymore." he loosens his grip on your body as you shift underneath him to find the chapstick in your pocket.
"close your eyes, i dont want you to see the label." you tell him and he obliges, squeezing his eyes shut in a childish manner as you apply the chapstick on your lips.
once you're done you toss the tube away, wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him down, he's smiling. his lips press against yours yet again but this time it's different. the kiss is deeper, he cups your face and his toungue swipes on your lips and you open your mouth slightly to let the wet muscle enter. it takes your breath away and you start to feel dizzy from his touch and all the sensations happening around you. he pulls away, a thin string of saliva connected the two of you. your eyes are still closed, processing what happened when you hear him say,
"it's berry isnt it?"
you nod your head no, hoping he will kiss you like that again, and he does. but little do you know that he caught a glimpse of the berry graphic on the label when you pulled out the chapstick from your pocket.
HINATA SHOYO. (probably doesn't notice the label though tbh). BOKUTO, hanamaki, oikawa fucking tooru, sugawara (he knew from the start it was berry but goes along with the act to amuse you), akaashi (same as sugawara). NISHINOYA. (same as shoyo, genuinely continues to guess), ATSUMU. KITA FUCKING SHINSUKE (he knew from the first kiss, but realized that this made you happy). KUROO. SUNAAAAA.
