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7 minutes (bakugo)

the title speaks for itself - it’s 7 minutes with bakugo

updated 3.1.21

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mmm yes my fic for my lovely affy’s (@seita) corrupt a virgin collab!! make sure you check out the other amazing writers that are participating :)))

⊵ pairing; suna rintaro x f!reader

⊵ cw; dubious consent, religious themes (use of purity rings), church-girl! reader, loss of virginity, oral (m. receiving), corruption, light choking, uhh idrk what else that’s p much it

⊵ words; like 5k idk

Suna looks almost out of place in your doorway, relaxed and unmoving with his khaki slacks and crisp white shirt, but the air about him is noticeably stiff. Uncomfortable, like he'd carved a space out just to fit.

You’ve only seen him from this close at church, in passing moments where the crowds were thick and the music was even louder. But here, in the sanctity of your own house, of your bedroom, there was nowhere left to hide.

It doesn’t help that he’s never even spoken to you, either, always guarded by that smooth expression, but there was always comfort in the unyielding. Made it easier for you to indulge in such fantasies— especially when your entire being ached to reach out and touch.

Just a quiet, secret indulgence that didn’t hurt anyone— well apart from yourself.

You never thought that plague would follow you home.

Swallowing the anxiety that rattles your lungs, you manage a frown, hands twisting nervously. It pauses you from studying your reflection, and you find yourself turning to face him.

“I-I thought you were leaving after dinner.”

“Your brother invited me to stay.” Suna says, stepping in close. It’s too hard to keep up the eye contact you turn away, letting him take it for permission.

The door clicks shut behind him, and it’s almost louder than the thud of your own heart.

Suna walks in like he owns the place already— stops just a fraction short of plastering to your back. His hands, in one sweeping move, find your hips, “Why? Don’t wanna see me?”

“I didn’t say that.” You mutter, meeting your own gaze in the mirror. Suna is looking back at you, too— at the way his fingers push up the edges of your top, baring the slightest bit of skin.

“You want me?” Damp lips press into your temple, heat digging into the stabbing urge that builds in your gut. You twitch when his hands vanish beneath your shirt, coughing around the shivering noise he threatens to force free. “Been seein’ the way you look at me.”

“Well-” You’re cut off by his searching hands, slipping beneath the hem, but it’s gone before you can even think too deep, smoothing over your tummy on the way down.

There prodding between your wobbly legs, and Suna’s knee makes you all-too aware of the damp spot that’s growing there, sticking the fabric uncomfortably to your body.

“You want me to touch you here?” He murmurs absently. Your head falls back without meaning to, seeking more contact despite the part of your brain that tells you not to. You shove into his slow rolls against your ass, muffling the whine that builds in your throat.

Suna nudges your shirt up again, palm running over your tummy, pinkie dipping below the waistband of your shorts. The faint touch has you swallowing, thick and unsure until he continues, “Right here?”

“I—“ You finally gasp, and Suna doesn’t hesitate to dip between your inviting legs, sliding through the sticky cotton of your shorts and dragging across your panties. The arousal he’s met with makes him click his tongue, cooing softly.

“This wet already? I’ve barely done anything.”

“You shouldn’t be doing this at all,” You gasp, sinking teeth into your lip to smother the noise.

“Victoria liked it.” Goosebumps split down your back, and you flinch back when your shorts are nudged up, careful and calculated.

The sound of your friend's name brings about a sudden, violent clarity— drags you back down to earth with the taste of something bitter on your tongue.

“You’re lying,” You spit, but it sounds petulant, a childish protest even to your own buzzing ears. You jerk, dislodging his hands. “She wouldn’t do that.”

And you can say that all you want, but some nagging part of you knows the truth— knows why she had bitten back laughter and stripped her finger of the ring you both carried.

You can remember the envy you’d felt, watching her move with such confidence; talking to who she pleased, whenever she pleased— trading out worn sweaters for less clothes and a personality to match.

You wanted that, but the thought is so uncouth; so filthy it sends a thrill racing down your spine.

“But she did— cried so pretty on my cock, too.” Nails graze your side, a teasing pattern, “Don’t you wanna know what that was like?”

“My parents are home— and my brother—”

“I won't tell if you won't.” He thumbs just beneath your ribs, pushing up a little higher.

Your eyes glisten with tears, dewdrops clinging to sodden lashes, and beneath his stare and you can’t help but feel like nothing more than a petulant child, too scared of the consequences.

Need swells unbidden in your chest, a foreign poison that rises with the urge to give in, a testament to your blind faith- a hunger you’ve never known.

“Pretty girl,” Suna murmurs, voice curling and disappearing like wisps in the wind. It’s a treasure, gracing your ears with the secret promise of divine temptation. “You’re gonna be so good for me, aren’t you?”

Yes, you want to tell him, but no words would ever amount; they’re caught in your throat anyways- stolen by the burn in your lungs and the fire in your heart.

Your tongue is heavy, rooted to your mouth to keep you quiet but what goes unspoken is reflected in those glassy eyes.

“C’mon, Angel,” He sighs, and the words drag a searing heat across your skin, a dwindling flame that leaves burns in its wake. Something wicked seeps in through your bones, ink polluting the starch of your thoughts as fingertips trace the column of your throat. “Let me show you heaven.”

You tense, shuddering once before your hips buck against his thigh, grinding into the inescapable heat of his body.

The taste of paradise at the tip of your tongue makes your mind foggy with whatever wicked spell overcomes you, but you melt willingly into the embrace of pleasure.

Suna wants to swallow you whole— draw you close and taste the sweet, pure divinity on his tongue.

Your lashes flutter, catching the fragile edge of your face before Suna is dipping in, soft and careful. The first, fleeting feel of him against your lips is tentative, searching and unsure before his hand cups your jaw, tilting it softly in adjustment. Careful, like he’s asking a question.

And in the next breath, that faint tenderness vanishes. One puff of air against his lips and Suna is answering with the craving that scratches at his throat, licking into your open mouth and swallowing down the desperate whimpers that follow.

Things are blurred behind your eyes; like the world is buzzing beneath your fingertips and you’re about to vibrate out of your skin. It’s heady, cozy and warm when he nips at your lip and you chase after the sensation with your mouth.

And he’s so careful, holding your head in his hands. His thumbs are rough against your cheeks, fond and you know you’re going to be addicted, as if you weren’t already. You smile, but Suna slides back in tongue first to kiss the expression from your face and it’s euphoria.

Suna is everywhere before you can collect yourself, so encompassing that your thoughts are blanched down to the basics; to nothing but Rin, and the press of him against your body.

You have no time to worry about consequences- about the ring practically burning against your finger.

And in another breath, you can’t help but think that he’s cruel- evil, for handling you with such gentle touches, even when he’s pulling away and breaking you down into nothing.

He feels just out of reach, disappearing beneath your fingers and you whine at the loss. You want to be kissed, drawn dizzy by the press of his lips but Suna seems keen on depriving you of it. Everything feels empty without him there to fill the space. “Rin, I—”

“Yeah? You want it?” The words cut through your haze; draw a weakened whimper from your throat because it’s hotter than it should be.

You nod, unsure of what you’re asking for, but you need more. More of this, more of him- of his touch and his greedy hands- and Suna is all too willing to give it to you, he always is. “Such a pretty girl, you know? So easy for me.”

What’s left of your brain dissipates to mush, knees buckling without the strength to keep them steady but Suna is patient with you, oh so kind as he lets your back slide down the wall, shirt rucking up as he guides you down.

You’re so caught up in the tide of his eyes, it’s hard to tell when your knees hit the floor.

His thumb slides over your lip, smearing it over your teeth with enough pressure to make your will crumble. It’s a request, and you can’t obey fast enough, mouth falling open to taste the salt of his skin.

Suna lets it rest there, rubs over with the smooth pad of his finger before two are sinking to the back of your throat, thrusting them shallowly for a few painstaking moments.

He watches the traction; the doe-eyed gleam in your eyes before they’re slipping away, smearing the frothy mess of spit over your chin. The sight makes his gaze soften, pride quirking the corner of his lips.

Instead of speaking, Suna finds balance in the wall, bracing there as his free hand works the hardening cock out of his sweats. The nerves hit you then, eyes wide and frightened at the way he suddenly seems to loom over you.

“Do you want to make me feel good?” He asks, seemingly sensing the anxiety. You nod, starry and honed in on him like he’s the only thing to exist.

Suna pats your cheek with wet fingers, squishing together your cheeks before he reaches again. “Of course you do, so good, aren’t you?.”

The praise makes you soften, shoulders dropping when he twists a hand around to the back of your head, nudging you down even further as his boxers are finally tugged away.

The initial fear is what hits you first, but you’re honestly not sure what you expected.

It doesn’t look different in person; sure, it doesn't have that perfected touch that comes from a camera’s lens in porn, but you suppose you can’t be disappointed. It’s hard, flushed where it curves upwards towards his tummy.

Your eyes trail up one of the thick veins along the underside, and you swallow when it bobs, making a noise far in your throat. Curiosity tugs your forward, desire snaking through blistering veins.

“Rin- I don’t know if I can-”

“Here,” he says, plucking one of your limp hands from your side. Suna uses it to replace his own, curling around the thick base.

The weight of it is foreign in your hand, and strangely enough your heart is begging to beat a little faster. You open your mouth to speak but the words fail you, dread seizing it up tight.

“It doesn’t bite,” Suna chuckles, fingers stroking over your nape. He applies the slightest pressure, goading you closer.

You don’t resist— find that you don’t want to, and blink when he smears the sticky head over your lips.

Your mouth waters in response, tongue darting out to lick the residue from your lips. It grazes the slit, and Suna makes a soft noise at the sudden flare of pleasure, hips pushing up.

It’s encouraging enough for you to swallow your nerves, wiping your sweaty palms onto your shorts.

You might be new to this but you aren’t stupid, and Suna knows that.

“C’mon. Open your mouth,” He commands, and the contrast is so jarring, you yield to the fingers digging into the plush of your cheeks. Suna expected resistance— a little more of that stubbornness he loves to break down—

But you’re so sweet about it, so pliant and willing when he thumbs over your lips, rubbing a finger into the slick, wet heat of your mouth before he pushes it down onto his cock.

You nurse the head on your tongue at first, licking so tentatively he can’t help the buck of his hips, shoving deeper. It pries your jaw open the slightest bit and Suna can't wait to see the stretch when you take it.

You drag yourself backwards, wincing at the taste when you swallow the spit building beneath your tongue. Suna bucks into the hole you make with your fist, slick and sinful. “I don’t- I’ve never done this before.”

Suna snorts; the shaky curl of your fingers was proof enough, but there’s no judgement when you meet his eyes— only fond adoration, like he’s watching a puppy fumble it’s first few steps.

“Just watch your teeth.” He says, and the bite in his tone has your thighs rubbing together, itching to give in.

He thrusts again, not enough to rock your head but enough for him to slip further along your tongue, grazing the palate of your mouth.

It’s already a lot; too much to know what to do with, so you swallow the best you can, struggling to accommodate.

“You can take more than that,” Suna chastises, nudging you forward, “Just a little deeper, baby.”

The nickname loosens your nerves- has your jaw going just a bit more lax until he can slip further in, watching in fascination as you gag.

It’s a strange sensation- the salty head of his cock pushing at the back of your throat and the obstruction makes you cough, spit slipping out around it.

You feel so sloppy, slobbering like this, but Suna’s hand keeps you steady— trapped with nowhere to go. The thoughts slip from your head when you sink down, throat spasming.

The sharp burn in your eyes is startling, and through the dew on your lashes, you look up. Suna doesn’t look upset at the fact you almost choked— there’s something raw in the way he’s starting at you; a crack in his experienced composure.

“That’s it,” He hisses between clenched teeth, keeping your face there and stuffed. Your nose brushes the hair at the base of his cock, tears prickling in your eyes and it’s so much you can barely muffle another gag. “Take it, baby. Choke on it.”

There’s no room to protest- especially when it’s a struggle to pull air in around him but you stay obedient, eyes flickering up to the way his face screws up tight with pleasure.

The fingers curled around your skull are solid, keeping you pinned. Your hips seem to seek friction on their own, knees readjusting every so often it’s almost unbearable.

The grip loosens when he pants, finally pulling from between your lips and you gasp for air like you can’t get enough, whining pathetically when he plunges right back in. You tongue the underside as best you can— lapping up whatever drips out of the angry tip.

Spit dribbles past the corners of your lips and you choke on it as it puddles at the floor between your knees.

Hands dig into your neck, nails scraping as you take as much as you can. Your thighs tense, cunt aching and twitching around nothing.

“Look at you,” He breathes shakily, thumbing where your lips are thinned around the root of him, “So pretty when you’re on your knees- all stretched around my cock like a good fucking girl.”

Static ripples through his brain, fuzzing out his thoughts for a second before his stomach knots, jaw clenching at the sudden burst of pleasure. He wrenches your head back, knocks your hand away to squeeze his own tight at the base.

You make a strange noise, a complaint, before finally looking to meet his eyes, “Did— did you not like it?”

Suna snorts, pats you gently on the cheek before cupping your jaw, using the leverage to ease you onto your shaky feet. “It was good, just wanna do somethin’ else.”

He crowds you towards your bed, shuffling so close you have to step back, knees hitting the mattress. It only takes a little bit of pressure to get you to fall back, allowing you to fill whatever space is left.

You curl in on yourself the slightest bit, insecurity flaring when he exposes you fully, but the vulnerability makes your body flush with heat, hands crossing over your chest, “Stop looking.”

“Bit late for modesty, don’t you think?” Hands find your knees, prying them apart so the arousal smeared across your thighs hits the chilling bite of the air. “You just spent the past five minutes gagging on me, baby.”

And you moan so pretty when he says it, back arching and head burrowing into the pillows. He wants more, wants to see those wide eyes cloud with tears— wants to see that pretty mouth full of things you’d never thought of.

He’s driving a second finger in before he’s aware of what he’s doing, keeping you pinned under his scrutinizing gaze.

You wince at the stretch, flinching away the slightest bit and Suna fights back a grin; loves the way your face screws up in that dulling pain. He wants the satisfaction of seeing your regret, next— of the shame you’ll be swimming in for years to come.

The words hurt, fill you with a doubt for a split second because you're not easy, but you shake it away, trying to lose yourself in the cascading pleasure he ignites down your spine.

Warmth pools low in your tummy, lighting the world behind your eyelids when his fingers curl, and he croons low in his throat.

“I— I can’t believe we’re doing this,” You pant, voice weak and overwhelmed. “This is cr—crazy right?”

Suna revels in the sound; when your chest is heaving and you sound small, like you can’t believe someone is willing to meet you in the ruins of innocence, and face purgatory together. He squeezes your hips, digs into the plush of your body.

He makes a noise of confirmation, one that he doesn’t really mean.

And you kiss him, gentle and sweet before Suna makes it filthy, because there’s no other way it should be. Not when he’s wanted this for so long, and finally has the sun at his fingertips, crowded against him while he swallows it whole.

Your hands twist in his shirt, drawing him even closer, and hunger crowds out everything but the need consuming him.

So he pushes— so hard you can feel the plaster dig deeply into your back, but it doesn’t matter. Suna could pry that ring from your finger and rip the faith from your chest just because he can— because you’re so willing, and he’s allowed to take what he wants.

“Needy girl,” he says, fingers scissoring. His mouth waters, enraptured by the way your pussy drools around him, palm glistening when he grinds it into your clit, reveling in how it makes you tremble. “Such a perfect fuckin’ girl, can’t wait to feel you wrapped around me.”

“Rin,” You keen, saying his name like it’s the only prayer that matters. “Want you so bad— can’t wait—”

Air vanishes from your lungs, high and surprised when Suna cuts you off, barreling through whatever you try to say next, “Yeah? Gonna let me fuck you?”

“God, please,” You mewl, twisting in the sheets.

“Not quite,” Suna chuckles, huffing a smile against your lips before he draws one beneath his teeth, nipping lightly.

“Knew you’d be so easy for me— knew I could get you like this,” Suna murmurs, twisting his fingers sharply. “Gonna look so pretty all spread for me.”

Your clit throbs desperately, hips locking up tight despite your effort to keep them moving against his hand.

“‘M gonna cum,” You confess, heart in your throat. Your pussy pulses around his fingers, desperate for more, “I can’t- can’t-”

“Shh,” He soothes, sliding another in just as you flutter, “Just let go, angel. Cum for me.”

You can only do as he requests, gasping when static erupts down your spine. Suna is patient when he kisses you through the orgasm; slides a tongue into your open, panting mouth to taste the pleasure that lurks there.

He grins, slides his fingers free almost as soon as the feeling comes, and it’s slipping away in a haze of dulling nerves before you can savor it.

Frustration screws up your face, nose scrunching in anger when your eyes finally ease open. “Why?” You grate out, feeling close to tears. “Why’d you do that?”

“Quit whining,” Suna frowns, tapping the head of his cock against your clit, “I’ve got something better than my fingers.”

“Oh.” And just like that, every stubborn inch fractures and you spread your thighs so easy, bearing that weeping cunt for his eyes only. He catches the way your thighs twitch, knees bending briefly when all he does is stare but his hands dart in to keep them open, gaze dark and hungry. “Are you going to put it in?”

“Put what in?” He asks, running his tongue across smirking lips. “Let me hear you say it, angel.”

You don’t have to answer— Suna will fuck you whether you give in or not; split you open and get you all messy regardless.

But you surprise him, voice thick with so much shame, shivers break out across his skin, “Want you to fuck me— want your cock.”

It doesn’t take much more than that, because Suna is shuffling forward and lining up with hands that are shakier than he means to let on.

He’s met with resistance so he pushes through it, into the gooey warmth of your pussy until he can pop the thick crown of his cock inside of you, groaning as your walls give around him.

It’s immediate- the way your pussy tightens desperately around him, as if intent on sucking him in the rest of the way. It’s tight, and he’s struck with such heat, he pants into your ear, throat bobbing with the force of his swallows.

His hand flexes against your hip, tightens to the point of pain, before he shudders, letting you go all at once.

“Rin,” You keen, but the sound is broken off into a pleading cry, breathless and soft. You can feel your eyes rolling back, lashes fluttering. “S’big—I can’t-“

“Almost there, baby.” The drag of his veins along your walls makes you whine, melting into the stretch. Your nails dig into his shoulder, a clawing buffer for the brief flash of pain. It makes him still, hips flush against your ass. “Shh, that’s it.”

You gasp for air, pawing at what you can touch, and digging until he hisses softly into your neck.

“Relax,” Suna grunts, voice a low, pleased rumble. His cock throbs inside of you, dragging your attention right back to the pleasant burn that ripples down your spine. It draws out another hitched whimper from your chest, teeth sinking into your lip when you reflexively bear down. “Fuck, stop doing that.”

“I- I can’t help it.”

The words are watery, catching his attention so Suna pulls back to look at you, straight into your wide, fearful eyes, like you’d done something wrong, and his heart softens, voice lowering to a gentle croon.

It reminds him that you’re new to this- to the new sensations and touches- the ones that only he can give you.

“I know, Angel,” he soothes, stroking over your cheek until the tears subside. His tongue runs over his teeth, watching the fog in your eyes dissipate just the slightest bit, “You’re such a good girl, just take a deep breath for me. Gonna feel so good in a bit, I promise.”

You don’t have time to think too hard, yielding to the pleasure when he leans over your body, shoving his cock deep enough to scramble you. Your body can’t help but push into it despite the fact, greedy and desperate.

“Yeah?” His words are punctuated with a hard thrust, and the head of his cock collides with that spongy spot from earlier- the one that makes your eyes roll back. “That feel good?”

You try to answer, but the breath you take makes you all too aware of him twisting inside of you, hollowing you out.

Suna’s teeth flash behind that carnivorous smile, lips bitten and red as they press into yours for one bruising moment.

You’re not given an ounce of control, pliant for him to fuck however he wants because you’re too busy begging to worry about it. Nothing could be better than this— better than the shove of his hips and his cock filling your pussy.

Your mouth falls open and hungry, gasping for breath you can’t seem to grasp. Your lashes flutter, sweat dipping down the grooves of your face when Suna thumbs over your cheeks.

His mind wanders, to the dozens of faces he’s seen torn apart like this, but nothing is quite like yours— like the way his body reacts to the visceral stimulation.

“Baby,” He murmurs, and the words are so soft they shock you still for a moment. There’s awe in his breathless voice, “Look at me. Wanna see those pretty eyes.”

You comply easily, eyes rising hazily and they’re so lidded, Suna pushes as deep as he can, just to watch the whine spill past your lips, face melting like the whore you are. “That’s it, just like that— Take it.”

His cock sinks into the heat of your body, groaning at the way your cunt swallows him. It makes you squeal, clawing at the planes of his shoulders when the slick squish of your body meets your ears.

It’s humiliating, embarrassment rushes in so fast your entire body flushes with an indescribable heat.

“Fuck.” Suna snarls, hips snapping harshly, “So tight. You’re gonna cum, aren’t you? Filthy fucking girl.”

Something incoherent leaves your mouth; a scrambled mess that Suna just laughs at before closing a hand around your throat, squeezing enough to leave you breathless until you give, coming around him so hard your mind seems to separate from the rest of you.

The wave of euphoria that crashes down is terrifying, like being suspended in air and dropped down to earth all at once and it never seems to stop—

Even as he cradles your head and fucks gently into your spasming pussy, rocking until the violent ringing in your ears dulls down to nothing.

Suna mumbles when the tension finally melts from your bones, detangling your arms from around his neck to gingerly ease away.

Your stomach flips, an effort to rekindle the flames of arousal but you whine when it makes your throbbing clit twitch with overstimulation.

“Gonna flip you over, okay?” Suna grunts, and you aren’t too aware of what he’s saying but you nod anyways, wishing for a second that you had been.

There’s no time to prepare yourself before Suna pulls out, agonizingly slow.

It leaves you painstakingly hollow for one shattering moment while he man-handles you, guiding you over onto your stomach. The biting clarity is upsetting for a second but you go easily, looking over your shoulder when he hikes your hips up.

The kindness from earlier is an act that long since vanished, and Suna isn’t gentle when he shoves back in, folding over your back. The trembles return full swing, worsening when he finally starts fucking you in earnest, grip pinching.

“Too much?” The angle is almost brutal— every thrust beats pressure into your cervix, body locking and thighs trembling with every smack of his balls against your ass.

It all hurts so good; has you sniffling and sobbing but you’re creaming around him anyways, shaking your head and blabbering mindless nonsense like you can’t stop.

“God, you’re such a fuckin’ slut.” He spits under his breath, but you barely catch it through the white noise. It ripples through you, stinging in a way you probably shouldn't find hot but your back arches anyways, curving up to meet him. “My little whore.”

You can only whimper, twisting in his grip in a demand for more and he grants it without question, “Yeah, you fucking love that.”

You grab at him for purchase but every thrust has it slipping away, body jostled and used like nothing more than a toy but the feeling makes you drool, spit smearing down your chin when you finally roll back to meet him.

“Take it, pretty girl,” He cooes. Suna drags you back, speeds up and spears you open even when you cry for him to slow down. You squeal, but with a flare of brute strength, he forces you back down; plants a hand between your shoulders and shoves.

he fucks into you even harsher, grabbing at your jaw to make you answer. your tongue is heavy in your mouth, refusing to cooperate but you force it to move anyways, eyes rolling back from the pleasure.

“Wan’ more,” You sob, cracked and uneven as your body is jostled, cock prodding deep inside of you. You push back into his punishing thrusts— into the fat shape of his cock, “S’good Rin, want this all the time— love it— love you.”

He’s sure you don’t mean it, can’t mean it when he has you speared open and hysteric, but the slur of the words make his stomach turn pleasantly and he can’t help but moan into your shoulder, biting at the skin within range— marking. The confession makes him hungry, hungry for more; for everything you have left to give.

“Know you do,” Suna spits. The bed rocks when he peels away, shoving you neck first back into the mattress so he can snap his hips in earnest. There’s a wet sound with every noise, “Been dying for it, haven’t you? All mine— mine, Angel. Mine to fuck whenever I want.”

“Yeah— m’yours— yeah yeah.” You sob it more than you say it but Suna doesn’t care— he’s too busy staring at the slutty bend of your back and the feel of your pussy tightening. “Wanted you so bad— fuck-”

The curse is strange falling from your precious lips, but Suna can’t get enough— wants to hear what other sin he can drag from them. He withdraws slowly, keeping you open and stretched on the fat head of his cock before he shoves back in so hard the frame hits the wall.

It makes him wince, a cruel reminder of the world that exists outside the two of you but it won’t matter for much longer, not when you’re sticky and creaming around his cock.

“Easy,” He purrs, chin hooking over your shoulder. His hips smack against your ass, fingers digging into your hips before he smooths it over. “Gotta calm down, angel, can’t let anyone know I’m in here.“

Suna knows— understands that you’re too delirious to even know what he’s saying but the way you nod is so enthusiastic he laughs, nosing over your neck. He nips you, teeth sinking in with enough force to drag you back to reality.

“Fuck,” He groans, and the friction against your sweet spot grows relentless, so overbearing that every pant brings what feel like tears to your eyes. Your walls tighten around him, dropping when he releases his hold on you to drag both to your waist.

“You’re close aren’t you?” You can only nod in confirmation, rolling back to meet him in a sloppy rush. There’s fire building low in your core, licking through your limbs and spreading the arctic chill of your high. “Gonna cum again? Milk me dry?”

Your arms twist behind your back, grabbing for his wrist just to have to contact and Suna gives it easily, crooning at the sight.

“Needy for it, aren’t you?” Suna feeds you his cock again, hitting your sweet spot with dangerous precision and you’re gone, “My slutty girl.”

It’s all you need to finish; going impossibly taught with a violent gasp that makes your eyes roll back to your skull, whiting out without much choice.

The sound you make is more ragged than anything, clawed from your throat like something high and feral.

Suna curses, digs sloppily into your pussy like he means to hollow you out and you’re clutching at him so tight, it only takes a few deep, starving thrusts before he follows you right over the edge.

Warmth seeps into your body; gushes around his cock and you can feel it begin to leak, embarrassingly hot down the backs of your thighs. You twitch in protest, whining softly.

“Easy baby,” He soothes, rough and breathy and everything. His hand finds yours, face nuzzling into your neck when they intertwine so carefully you can’t feel when he begins to work the stainless steel off of your finger.

Suna presses a kiss to your neck, a brief show of affection that turns your brain to putty. “So perfect, all mine.”

You nod sleepily, “All yours.”

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⁂ pairing: iwaizumi hajime x female reader

⁂ genre: smut, fluff; established relationship!AU, tattoo artist!iwaizumi

⁂ word count: 8.9k

⁂ warnings: swearing, semi public sex, ddlg (daddy dom— little girl) dynamics, jealousy, really subby!reader, possessive!iwa, heavy degradation & dumbification, size kink, slight overstimulation, impregnation kink, choking, mocking/teasing, lowkey hard-dom!iwa, pussy slapping, spit (mouth and face), face grabbing, oral (f.receiving), orgasm denial

⁂ A/N: this fic is lit just to feed my hunger for the concept of tattoo artist!seijoh so plot’s not the craziest, just some established relationship stuff. it basically plays in the back to life universe !! i genuinely hope you guys enjoy this one just as much. feel free to leave any kind of feedback if you did!!

— all the love. zade

⁂ summary: you visit your boyfriend at work after having to listen to the harsh words from your family members and quite a few things happen…

You don‘t know what it is, but something about your boyfriend‘s workplace never fails to excite you.

There are definitely a few things you can think of but one of the main reasons is the heavy contrast your own and the tattoo shop‘s aesthetics build, which makes you even more nervous and excited about being there.

With all the black and grey, the few dark green and blue shades, everything about it reminds you of your lover and just how fascinating the two of you must look to outstanders.

And even though you look more than just out of place the second you step your foot through that door, you know that no one‘s going to make you feel uncomfortable simply because Iwaizumi won‘t let them.

As the owner and one of the best artists of the shop, everyone, including the regular customers pretty much know about you. You don‘t know how Iwaizumi managed it, but you also don‘t bother questioning it. After all he‘s the boss and you‘ve been with him even before he opened the now incredibly successful studio, so it just seems to make sense.

You approach the big glass door with a big smile and patiently wait for your boyfriend‘s best friend and fellow tattoo artist to see you.

“Damn, Y/N”, Oikawa chuckles and takes the bags with food from you, his lips stretched into a handsome grin as he gives you a quick hug, “I thought this would take you another hour, to be really honest. You‘re awesome, thank you, little one.”

You follow the tall male to the big counter at the very right of the shop, your eyes quickly grazing over the dark lines on his arms, waiting for him to set the bags down before you shift your attention back to his handsome face.

“Haji left the house without breakfast again and I hate it when he only has one meal a day so I was already on my way to that place when I texted you to ask the others for their orders”, you explain to him, a soft pout on your lips at the mention of your boyfriend‘s bad habit.

“That guy”, Kawa sighs, taking a sip from his RedBull and shaking his head as he looks at you just as disappointed, “he loves to live off of cigarettes and if it wasn‘t for you, he‘d be a walking nicotine addiction.”

You chuckle and let your eyes roam the beautiful interior of the tattoo studio, your boyfriend‘s love for minimalism rather obvious in every little detail, starting from the furniture all up to the decorations.

“Oh, my God! Miss Y/N, I fucking love you”, the raspy yet excited sound of Saeko makes you smile and with a small chuckle, you watch the blonde almost brutally push Oikawa away from the bags of food.

“Yours and Hana‘s is in the bag with the napkins, Saeko!”, you say and start giggling at the way she looks at you with literal love gleamin in her pretty eyes.

“How much was this, little one”, Oikawa asks, plopping down on one of the big armchairs on the other side of the room before he pushes half of his cheeseburger into his mouth and takes a bite.

You furrow your brows at his question and roll your eyes before you ignore him, your gaze slowly wandering to the door of your boyfriend‘s workplace.

“I‘m going to rat you out to Iwa-Chan, I literally don‘t give a fuck, Y/N”, Oikawa huffs and angrily continues to munch on his burger.

You just shrug his threat off, watching Saeko take a seat next to the tall male with her mouth stuffed to the brim and yet a content smile on her lips.

The sudden sound of deep laughter manages to get your attention and at the realization that you only know two of the three voices, you curiously let your eyes wander to the hallway behind the counter.

Mattsun and Kyou are quick to spot you, both of them shooting you a genuine smile and a small wave as they listen to the tall brunette standing in between them.

You smile and wave back happily, trying your best not to stare at the stranger too much but for some reason your head is trying to make out his handsome features, as if you knew him from somewhere but couldn‘t pinpoint where exactly.

“But seriously, the girls over there are a whole new level when it comes to that and-”, the tall guy suddenly stops in his tracks, his cat-like eyes roaming your body shamelessly and for the first time in what feels like forever the feeling of slight discomfort overcomes you.

“And who is this pretty girl in the cute little dress?”, he says, nudging Matsukawa‘s arm with his elbow as he never once averts his prying gaze from you.

In some kind of twisted way, you enjoy the way he so obviously seems to like what he sees but the disgusting feeling of anxiety creeping up your spine is what slowly drives you crazy.

You stare at your shoes like your whole life is depending on it; nervously fumbling with your fingers as you begin to regret your wardrobe choice yet again.

“Back off, Kuroo”, Oikawa grunts and suddenly gets onto his feet before he approaches you, “remember the doll Iwa kept talking about? That‘s her. So you better not even think about it”, he adds and comes to stand right next to you, tattooed arms crossed in front of his chest as the two males stare at each other.

“Oikawa”, the stranger cooes and breaks into a big smile, his astonishingly pretty features almost blinding you and if it wasn‘t for him running his inked hand through his thick hair, you would have stared at him for another good minute, “at least let me introduce myself to her, hm? I don‘t want her to think that I‘m impolite or rude.”

“It‘s okay”, you say and place your hand on Kawa’s arm, smiling at him rather confidently to make sure he knows that you‘ve got this.

“There we go. I‘m Kuroo”, the stranger begins and holds up his hand, “Kuroo Tetsurou.”

And at the sound of his name, it finally clicks.

You can‘t even remember the amount of times you‘ve heard his name; the boys talking about him so much, you couldn‘t help but get curious as to who he is, yet never once having the chance to meet him in all those years of dating Iwaizumi.

Never once did he say anything negative about him despite the male’s annoying habit of natural pettiness and that‘s probably why you‘ve been so eager to give a face to the name. You definitely remember seeing pictures of him with the boys from High School since they were all somehow connected with each other through their volleyball clubs, which is why he probably seemed so familiar at the first glance.

And to say that you‘re positively surprised at the actual face would be an understatement.

“I‘m Y/N”, you say and shake his hand, gulping harshly as you try your best to maintain eye contact but feeling yourself fail miserably.

“No wonder Grumpy Zumi never stops talking about you when we go out for drinks”, Kuroo chuckles, a row of loud sighs coming from the boys and leaving you even more overwhelmed, “I wouldn’t shut the fuck up either if I had doll as pretty as you.”

“Back the fuck off, Kuroo”, Kyou hisses and rolls his eyes, Mattsun shooting you an apologetic smile since he knows – everyone knows – just how anxious you get when someone flirts with you. Which you like to blame on your lack of experience with males as well as your social anxiety.

“Oh, calm the fuck down, guys”, Kuroo laughs and tilts his head to the side, “you know I can‘t hold myself back when I see a pretty girl.”

“That‘s enough, Kuroo”, the sudden resounding of your boyfriend‘s incredibly deep and slightly raspy voice calms you down in almost an instant; the familiarity and feeling of being absolutely safe putting you at ease just like that.

You turn around with a big smile on your face before you finally meet the gaze of your lover.

Without even thinking about it, you let your gaze roam over his broad shoulders and his strong torso, the fabric of his black shirt clinging to his skin in just the right places. You shamelessly ignore the customer right next to Iwaizumi as your eyes fall to his thick thighs; the smooth leather of his pants and the chains dangling from his belt just emphasizing the beauty of them even more.

Just when you finally come to look at his heavy boots, Iwaizumi starts speaking again; this time a lot less strict and rather relaxed.

“And again, if you‘re worried or anything like that, just give us a call or come to the studio and one of us will have a look at it, yeah?”, he says, his lips stretched into a genuine smile and you feel your chest growing warmer and warmer the longer you watch him.

Everyone says their goodbyes to the customer before the boys grab the other bags and go to join Saeko on the couch.

You nervously wait for Iwaizumi to say anything; his eyes just strictly staring Kuroo down who easily holds the stare; not really caring about the intimidating aura of your boyfriend.

“Da- uhm I mean, Haji?”, you mumble and look at him with needy eyes, your whole body craving his presence but for some reason you‘re still a bit too shy to go up to him with everyone so close.

You softly grip his shirt, hoping to get his attention that way and as he continues to keep his focus on the tall guy, the heavier the feeling of disappointment fills your chest. The thought of him not being happy to see you upsets you a lot more than you would have expected it to.

“You‘re one of my dearest friends and I‘d do a lot for you but I will actually break your kneecaps if I have to. I have even less shame and decency than usual when it comes to my doll”, Iwaizumi mumbles, rubbing the sides of his pierced nose with his thumb before he runs his inked hand through his freshly dyed, black hair.

“Haji, it‘s okay-”

“Oh, come on, Zumi Zumi”, Kuroo scoffs and raises one of his eyebrows at your boyfriend, making the tattoo artist tilt his chin even further up as his whole body tenses up in one go, “you know I can go even further, I‘m actually holding myself back because of you.”

“Stop it, you two”, the soft, calming and almost motherly voice of Hana, the other female tattoo artist of the studio, cuts through the tension in the right moment and with a soft sigh you let go of your boyfriend‘s shirt and look at her with a little smile.

“I‘m just fucking with you, Zu-”, “Don‘t. Not when it involves her”, Hajime interrupts his friend, pressing the words through gritted teeth as he obviously tries to remain calm.

“Calm down, champ”, Kuroo spits back, your boyfriend’s behavior obviously irritating him, “we both know I would have fucked her already if I wanted to.”

“Have some respect, you piece of shit”, Iwaizumi suddenly yells and pushes the brunette away, the sudden action making you gasp in shock and an instant wave of discomfort overwhelm you.

You watch the two of them continue their now slightly physical argument with your heart pounding in your chest and tears pricking at the corners of your eyes the heavier the feeling of your anxiety becomes.

Thousands of thoughts rush through your mind, ideas on how to separate them by yourself and calm at least Iwa down only to be quite quick to remember that he hadn‘t even spared you a simple look.

Mattsun and Kyoutani come to pull the two males away from each other; obviously used to their bickerings since they‘ve been friends for so long and even though you want to shrug it off and blame it on your boyfriend‘s short temper and protectiveness, you can‘t help but start crying at the sight of him so angry and upset.

You know it‘s not just because of you; after all it was Kuroo who pushed his buttons. However, you still feel responsible and guilty and in combination with the heaviness on your chest, you can’t hold yourself back anymore. Your body craving him, his presence, his touch and his reassurance in an unbearable way.

With shaky legs you walk up to him, tears streaming down your cheeks as you nervously try to stop yourself from crying too hard.

“D-Daddy”, you whisper and look up at your boyfriend, ignoring the way his best friend obviously gulps harshly at the sound of the word because at this point all of them know about it and you‘ve stopped bothering.

Iwaizumi furrows his brows even more before your voice finally seems to get through the heavy cloud of anger as he takes a deep breath and averts his gaze to meet yours.

It‘s the sight of your tears and the scared expression in your beautiful eyes which pull him back to reality completely.

“Baby”, he replies and takes your face into his inked, ring clad hands, his touch calming you down almost instantly.

You bury your face in the crook of his neck, your arms tightly wrapped around his strong waist as you let yourself enjoy the feeling of safety and security in his embrace.

“It‘s okay, baby”, IWaizumi sighs and places a soft kiss on your temple before he looks at his friend and shakes his head in annoyance, “Daddy‘s got you. I didn‘t mean to scare you, I‘m sorry”, he continues, his eyes never once leaving Kuroo’s who seems to be slightly taken aback by the sudden usage of a word so forbidden yet so powerful.

“She calls him-”, “Yes.”, Kyoutani quickly cuts his brunette friend off with an answer, knowing how weird it is to process information like that since he still quite vividly remembers the day he had heard you call Iwaizumi ‘daddy’ for the first time.

“I‘m sorry, Y/N”, Kuroo says, “I was being disrespectful and disgusting, I hope you can forgive me.”

You pull away from Iwaizumi and turn around to look at the handsome giant, a soft smile on your lips before you simply nod and quietly thank him for his apology.

“Zumi-”, “It‘s fine, Tetsu”, your boyfriend sighs and lets out a tensed chuckle, “I tend to get extra protective and even less patient when someone talks about her”, he explains and lets his eyes roam over your face, enjoying the intensity of your love-filled gaze.

The atmosphere in the studio returns back to normal and comfortable rather quickly, everyone enjoying the joined lunch break while talking about random things.

As usual, you find yourself listening and talking to the girls a little more than to the boys, who are currently busy trying to figure out a bar to go to later and since you‘d rather not hear your boyfriend planning a night out without you, you put your whole focus on Hana and Saeko.

It‘s not that you don‘t want him to have fun or go out with his boys but you know that usually those nights end with him coming home rather drunk and – or high at five in the morning and you can‘t help but get worried.

On top of that you like to get a tiny bit jealous, especially when Iwaizumi dresses up and goes out looking like a Goddamn runway model.

But the longer you watch the excitement in his eyes grow, the easier it is for you to just let every doubt and worried thought in your head go and be happy for him.

By the time everyone is done eating, the four males are ready to leave; Kuroo apologizes to you yet again before he gives you a soft hug and tells your boyfriend to treat you well.

Hana and Saeko both welcome their last customers of the day, handing over the front of the shop to you just as usual before you and Iwaizumi finally get a bit of time to yourselves.

You can‘t deny just how impatiently you‘ve been waiting for this exact moment. For different reasons Iwa has been coming home a lot later than usual, which wouldn‘t have been a problem if he also didn‘t leave the house way earlier than on his regular days. However, with the new tattoo studio opening soon and him being the most requested artist, he‘s been extra busy and the two of you have barely gotten a minute to yourselves.

You can‘t even remember the last time you‘ve had breakfast with your boyfriend, despite living with him. It took you a lot to get used to him being away from home more, your anxiety using dark and mean thoughts as a weapon to keep you up at night even though you haven‘t been sleeping at all in the past few weeks.

“Thank you for bringing us lunch, baby”, Iwa whispers and wraps his strong, tattoo covered arms around your waist, burying his face in the crook of your neck, “I‘ll leave my card to you tomorrow so you can go and get yourself some nice things while I‘m at work, hm?”, he sighs and with an almost audible roll of your eyes you turn around to look at your boyfriend with your lips pressed into a straight line.

“I have my own money, Daddy”, you begin and let your fingers graze over the little metal in his brow as well as the ones on both sides of his nose, “and I keep telling you that you can‘t spend so much on me.”

Iwaizumi scoffs, tilting his head to the side before he pushes his hands underneath the fabric of your dress and shamelessly starts groping the soft flesh of your ass.

You let out a soft gasp and look at him with a pout on your lips, loving the way he pulls you even closer to his strong body and easily sends soft jolts of arousal straight into your core.

“But now that I actually have the money, I want to spoil you, baby”, he explains to you and is quick to lift you onto the counter, spreading your legs and coming to stand in between them, “let me give you the world.”

“I already have everything I need, Daddy”, you sigh and pull him into a quick, sloppy kiss; the taste of cigarettes and mint quickly capturing your taste buds and making you hum against his lips.

“You‘re so cheesy, baby”, he chuckles; the sound making your smile grow even bigger and it‘s the way the soft brown of his eyes is filled with nothing but love and affection that has you gasping softly.

“But seriously”, Iwaizumi mumbles and nudges your nose with his as his eyes flutter shut, “with the new studio opening next month and the new deals settling in, I can finally offer you the life you deserve, my love. Please, let me.”

“No”, you smile and shake your head softly, chuckling at the way your boyfriend dramatically throws his head back with a groan.

“You‘re a hopeless case when it comes to this”, he grunts and sits down on the little chair behind the counter, pushing himself to find his position in between your legs again.

“How is it healing, baby?”, Iwaizumi suddenly says, pushing your thighs even further apart to reveal your clothed cunt to his curious eyes before he lets his fingers graze over the dark lines of your new tattoo.

You shudder at the feeling of him so close to where you‘ve been craving him the whole day.

“I don‘t know”, you whimper and cringe at the feeling of your arousal gushing out of your clenching pussy right into the fabric of your panties, “y-you tell me.”

Iwaizumi smirks at your reaction, his eyes roaming the word 'ace' engraved into the skin at the very top of your inner thigh before a calming jolt of warmth finds its way through his veins at the memory how you had asked him to give you your first tattoo and the meaning behind it.

The smell of your arousal and your squirming easily manages to distract the tattoo artist and you whimper softly when he suddenly presses his face into your clothed cunt.

“Fuck, baby”, Iwaizumi groans and pulls your legs over his broad shoulders, “I want to eat this pretty pussy right now, right here. You‘re so fucking ready for me, I don‘t think I can wait any longer.”

“Y-You have two more customers– one of them coming in a few minutes, Daddy”, you whine and pull his face even closer into your pussy.

“Let me just get a quick taste, baby”, he grunts, pulling your panties to the side and revealing your drenched cunt to his hungry eyes, “after all this pussy is mine anyway and I‘m just taking what rightfully belongs to me”, his deep, raspy voice sends vibrations through your body, eliciting another row of moans from you.

Iwaizumi doesn‘t even hesitate as he pushes his tongue into your tight hole, lapping up every bit of your juices to make sure nothing goes to waste. You subconsciously start moving your hips to meet the movements of his hot muscle, the pleasure easily clouding your mind and leaving you craving for more.

“D-Daddy!”, you whimper and try your best to keep your sounds down, which is basically impossible because of the way he’s fucking you with his strong tongue.

“My baby has the sweetest pussy, f-fuck”, Iwaizumi groans into your folds, his eyes rolling into the back of his head as your essence coats his tongue and pushes him deeper and deeper into the haze of his own arousal.

“Da-Daddy, please…”, you beg, not knowing if you‘re asking him to stop or keep going because of the way you slowly but surely are losing yourself in the delicious feeling of pure pleasure.

Iwaizumi pulls his head away with a soft moan before he lets a thick drop of spit fall right onto your hot flesh at the same time he pushes one of his fingers into your spasming cunt.

You arch your back, desperately looking for a way to hold onto something, your grip on the edge of the counter painfully tight before your hands find home in his thick hair.

Iwaizumi slowly starts thrusting his finger into you, making sure to hit the right spot as he sucks your clit into his mouth and takes in the sound of your little whimpers and high pitched moans.

“I‘m c-cumming…”, you whisper into the air and throw your head back, “s-so close, Daddy.”

You feel your relief creep up your spine, the taste thickly coating the inside of your mouth, you know you only need another thrust of his fingers and the tiniest bit of pressure against your throbbing clit to fall over the edge.

However, as if he had it all planned out, the loud ringing of Iwaizumi’s phone brutally pulls you out of your lust-filled haze; the sudden lack of any form of stimulation and penetration leaves you completely breathless.

You gasp for air like crazy, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes the more your cunt clenches around nothing and for a good second, a thick black veil falls over your eyes as your body struggles to handle the denial of relief.

“Alright, buddy”, Iwaizumi says and pushes his slick coated finger into his mouth, his eyes roaming your helpless form with pure amusement whereas all you do is sob in despair.

You slowly start calming down again, your cries dying down and your body finally finding its balance again after falling into emptiness just like that.

Once you’re all okay again, you get down from the counter, your legs still shaky as you adjust your panties and your little dress before you try to make yourself look a little bit more presentable again.

By the time you‘re not shaking anymore, Iwaizumi’s next customer enters the shop; the tall guy‘s face hidden behind a black face mask, soft, black curls falling into his handsome face as he comes to stand in front of the counter.

You shoot him a soft smile, welcoming him calmly and offering him some of the hand sanitizer you like to keep in one of the drawers, which he accepts with literal relief gleaming in his eyes and words of appreciation leaving his lips.

“Hey, Yoomi”, Iwaizumi greets the tall male, nodding at him while trying to stay focused on the things the person on his phone is saying.

The following three hours pass by rather quickly. A couple of customers coming to get new appointments with one of the boys, as well as a few either canceling or postponing the ones they‘ve already had and by the time the last one of the day enters your boyfriend‘s studio, everyone else has left already and you try to kill some time by cleaning up and watching a few videos on Youtube.

Your boyfriend makes sure to give you a quick visit to check if everything‘s fine; a habit he‘s come to develop after some random guys had tried too hard when they realized that you were all alone in the studio a few months ago.

However, nothing like that had happened again after that day and you‘ve been trying to make your boyfriend be a little more relaxed whenever you took over for the girls.

But you can‘t deny that you‘ve been feeling a little bit more nervous.

After he sends his last customer away, Iwaizumi gets comfortable on one of the big chairs, positioning himself right behind you to watch every single one of your movements with hungry eyes.

You love the way you can feel his gaze dripping in arousal and want, the intensity something you‘ve grown oh so used to and have always been obsessed with.

No one has ever made you feel as beautiful and loved as Iwaizumi and that‘s something you won‘t ever take for granted.

However, despite his hungry eyes basically devouring you alive, you still manage to focus on putting all the appointments on the little post-its into the digital as well as the normal calendar, not wanting to fuck up anything.

“Baby”, he suddenly sighs, one of his big, ring clad hands groping your thigh before he lets it wander to your waist, “enough of that, want you to come and sit on my cock, please.”

And just like that, you gulp at his words; your whole body slowly starting to heat up the more you think about his delicious request.

“I’ve missed you so much, pretty girl”, Hajime continues, pushing his hand underneath your dress for the nth time today before he hooks his thumb into the waistband of your panties and casually pulls the fabric down your legs, “couldn’t stop thinking about you and your perfect pussy, especially after I got to taste you earlier today.”

“P-Please, Daddy”, you choke out, throwing your head back while grinding your cunt against the hard bulge in his leather pants, “need you to fill me up. Want your cum inside of me”, the words leave your lips just like that and even though you’re still consciously present, you’re already way too deep in your heavy haze of pleasure to properly register anything.

“Anything for my pretty girl”, he grunts, taking your chin into his tattooed hands before he pulls it down, making you part your lips and casually letting a thick drop of his spit fall onto your tongue.

As soon as the taste of his saliva coats the hot muscle in your mouth, you grind your cunt even harder against his clothed cock, a high pitched moan falling past your lips.

“So needy for Daddy’s cum, angel girl”, Iwa chuckles and leans back to take in just how desperate you seem to be for him and his touch; something he won’t ever get tired of.

You know he’s mocking you, the shit eating grin on his pretty lips and amusement sparkling in the dark green of his eyes giving it away rather easily, yet you still can’t get yourself to be a little less subtle about your arousal.

“No teasing, Daddy”, you pout and look at him with big eyes, your cunt clenching like crazy as your relief slowly but surely climbs up your spine, “been so good for you after all.”

Iwaizumi lets out a loud chuckle at your words, the sound making you whimper even louder before you pout harder at him, yet your hips never once halting their movements.

“Don’t fuck with me, angel”, he suddenly hisses and digs his painted nails into the soft skin of your ass, making sure you’re not able to grind even further against him and basically taking away your high from you for the second time today, “no matter how good you’ve been, if I don’t like your behavior, you’re not getting D-D-Daddy’s cock or his cum, you know that”, the mocking of your little stutters has tears pricking at the corners of your eyes as you look at him, whispering a soft response of approval.

“But I am going to reward you for being such a good little slut for your Daddy”, Hajime sighs, pulling the top of your little dress down to expose your tits to his hungry eyes, “gonna let you choose the position but if you fuck around, I’m gonna put the tip in and cum inside of you without fucking your little hole, understood?”

You’re quick to start nodding like your life’s depending on it, excitement mixing with pleasure inside your veins as you try your best to stay composed.

“Good girl”, Iwaizumi grunts with a playful smile on his lips and you know he’s not done teasing you just yet but unfortunately you’re way too far gone to even care; the thought of having his cock fill you up to the brim just how you’ve been craving it, the only thing on your mind.

“From behind, please”, you say, trying your best not to look away yet failing when the last word falls past your lips, “want you to fuck me from behind.”

“Look at my pretty little whore, using her words for me like a big girl”, Iwa praises you, followed by a firm spank on your left ass cheek which sends the sweetest jolt of pain through your body and right into your cunt.

“M-More, Daddy, please”, you beg, your body literally craving the mixture of pain and pleasure in a way you simply cannot put into words.

“Sometimes, when you stutter and squirm and whine the way you do, I forget what a cockhungry little slut you are, do you know that?”, Hajime presses through gritted teeth, wrapping his big hand around your throat just when he lands another harsh slap on your skin.

“But then you ask to have your cunt fucked from behind and stuffed full of cum or your cute little ass spanked and I remember just how much of a fucking whore you actually are”, you listen to his words attentively, but the light lack of oxygen making your head spinning at definitely a lot harder to stay focused.

“Only for you, Daddy”, you whisper breathlessly, “only want you to fuck and stuff my pussy, I promise.”

“I sure fucking hope you do, pretty girl”, Iwa’s response is harsh and doesn't leave any room for arguments, his strong gaze reflecting his natural possessiveness in response to your words, “because that fucking cunt belongs to me and me only.”

He doesn’t give you the time to respond, pushing you from his lap before he tells you to get into the position you had asked for.

You’re quick to obey to his order; the thought of finally feeling him inside of you again overwhelming you in the sweetest way possible.

It’s not like Hajime hasn’t been fucking you the past few weeks, despite his busy schedule; but for the first time in a while, you don’t have to rush things and you can’t help but get excited.

However, as soon as you get rid of your dress and put yourself back into your original position on all fours, you hear the clicking of his tongue, followed by a deep chuckle which easily sends another jolt of arousal straight through your veins.

“Aren’t you a little too eager to have your cunt stuffed, little one?”, Iwa grunts, followed by the delicious sound of his belt being unbuckled and shortly afterwards his chains and pants hitting the cold floor.

“Been waiting all day, Daddy”, you reply softly, your thighs shaking slightly and the feeling of your juices slowly running down your inner thigh becoming uncomfortable the more you start clenching around nothing like crazy.

“I know, baby”, you hear him chuckle coldly, his big, ring clad hand feeling like ice cubes against your heated body as he softly starts groping your ass with his palms, “my cock and cum are all you think about after all, am I right? You sit at home, thinking about getting your little whore-hole ruined all day long, hm?”

You know he’s expecting an answer and you want to give him just that, but the harsh sting from an unexpected spank on your sensitive ass followed by the breathtaking feeling of his tip grazing your spasming hole makes it impossible for you to respond.

“F-Fuck, Daddy…”, you whisper breathlessly, burying your face in your arm and whining when he slowly pushes a little of his tip in, “need you so badly, please just fuck me”, you’re not really sure if he can hear your muffled words but you mumble them regardlessly in hopes of finally getting what you’ve been waiting for.

“Cut the fucking whining, angel girl”, Hajime lands another hard spank on your sore ass cheek, the sting making your cunt clench even harder around his sensiitve tip and you feel your heart picking up its pace at the sound of his deep groan.

“I’m s-sorry, Daddy..”, you reply, your voice hoarse and still barely audible but no matter how hard you try, the feeling of his tip stretching you out has clouded your brain with a thick haze of want and the disgusting need to feel more.

“You’re s-s-sorry, huh? If you’re that fucking sorry then why is your sloppy little cunt clenching like that, you fucking slut?”, Iwa presses through gritted teeth, his thick fingers finding their way around your throat before he pulls you flush against his chest.

And at the feeling of his cock slipping out of you, a row of whimpers and whines falls past your lips; your body craving the feeling of being filled without even getting a proper taste.

Iwaizumi, however, can’t help but chuckle at you.

The vibrations of his chest and the comforting yet humiliating sound of his laughter has tears pricking at the corners of your eyes and as you wrap your fingers around his tattooed wrist, you subconsciously start moving your hips in hopes of getting some kind of stimulation.

“I asked you a fucking question, you desperate cockwhore”, Iwa spits, tigheting his grip around your throat before he lifts his other hand and harshly spanks your sopping wet cunt; the metal of his rings hitting your clit in just the right way.

The delicious combination of pain and pleasure elicit a loud sob from you, the first few tears finding their way down your cheeks.

“And now you’re crying? Oh, goodness-”, Hajime scoffs, rolling his eyes and letting you go to watch you fall back onto the couch, burying your face in one of the pillows.

“D-Daddy..”, you manage to lift your head up, sobbing and whimpering when you finally realize the lack of his touch, “please, fuck me. I’m n-nothing but a stupid little c-cumwhore for you.”

You can sense his next move coming, you can see the way he lifts his arm from the corner of your eye, yet the second Hajime’s big palm meets the sore skin of your ass, you still can’t prepare your body for the beautiful pain it comes with.

A loud mewl falls past your lips, your hands gripping the pillow underneath you even tighter as your cunt clenches at the pain you’re so familiar with.

“You’re such a fucking crybaby”, Iwa replies, his voice even deeper than before, building a bittersweet contrast to the way he’s caressing your burning skin oh so softly, “you know what I do to slutty little crybabies, don’t you, baby?”

And suddenly, at his words, you feel a cold shiver run down your spine and without even missing a beat, you get yourself to stand on your knees, trying your best to look back at him with tears blurring your sight.

“No-”, you whimper, your heart thrumming in your throat when you turn around and take the soft fabric of Iwa’s shirt into your fists, “no, no, no, no- please, Daddy- I want more than the tip. I promise I’m gonna be a good girl- gonna stop being a crybaby”, you don’t really know what you’re saying, the thought of being denied taking up every bit of your rational thinking.

You look up at Hajime with big, tear filled eyes, your breath hitching in your throat as you try your best to stay composed and be good for him but as soon as his pretty lips stretch into a teasing smirk, you can’t help but let out another sob because you know what’s about to happen.

“God, you’re so fucking pathetic, did you know that?”, without missing another moment, you start nodding, your cunt clenching in despair every single time his cock twitches right against your tummy.

Iwa’s sudden grip on your face has you gasping for air, your eyes rolling into the back of your head, “you love being treated like this, don’t you? You love it when your precious, precious D-Daddy plays with you like the fucking toy you are, don’t you?”, you struggle to comprehend every single one of his degrading words but just the tone of derogatory in his deep voice pushes you deeper into the sweet haze of submission.

You look up at him, the sudden urge to get the familiar sense of reassurance from his pretty eyes overwhelming you and as soon as his gaze finds yours, you smile softly when you’re met with just what you were longing for.

His green eyes are still filled with the same warmth and love you’re oh so used to and you feel yourself calming down even further, despite all the mean things he’s been saying to you.

“Mhm”, you hum and feel your lids grow heavier, “of course I love being treated like this, Daddy. You always fuck me so well- how could I not?”, your reply is calm and from the way you’re looking at him, Iwa can tell that he’s got you right where he wanted you.

“Oh? So you do remember how to use your manners, baby? That’s good because I really wasn’t feeling like fucking some into your bratty brain”, Iwa grunts, rubbing his cock against your cunt, making sure to not touch your little clit at all before he moves to push himself in between your thighs.

“Spit”, is the only thing you manage to reply with as your brain only comprehends the way your boyfriend runs his tongue over his plump lips, a sheer layer of saliva coating the skin in the most alluring way possible, “please, Daddy- want it so bad.”

Iwa cocks his head to the side, stilling the subtle movements of his hips before he tightens his grip on your chin again, pulling you even closer to his handsome, blushy face.

“At least you’re asking properly for it now”, he growls, his green eyes attentively roaming your fucked out expression, “but this is the last thing you’re gonna get, whore. It’s not like you’ve been anything but a needy little crybaby to deserve any more than this.”

His words echo in your head and you feel your juices leak out of your clenching cunt, sending shivers down your spine before you mumble a quick response of gratitude and part your lips in anticipation.

However, Iwaizumi has other plans.

He calmly watches the way you open your mouth and stick your tongue out before he chuckles deeply and pulls away before he spits right in your face instead with a loud, lewd noise.

You whimper almost instantly at the feeling of his saliva dripping down your cheek, your lids fluttering shut and just when you’re about to close your mouth, Hajime lets a thick drop of spit fall right onto the back of your tongue.

He doesn’t give you a second to swallow properly, just eagerly pulling you into a sloppy kiss, groaning and moaning into your mouth like a man gone mad.

“Enough of this”, hajime suddenly growls, running a tattoo clad hand through his messy curls as he pulls away, “turn around and get on all fours, now. If you make me wait any longer you won’t get a drop of my cum- got it?”

You’re quick to obey, nodding at his words and doing as you’re told getting into your original position from earlier with your cunt spasming with excitement.

“Please, D-Daddy”, you whimper and bury your face in the pillow, your whole body tensing up at the feeling of his leaking tip lining up with your entrance, “fuck your baby into my belly- I need it so bad.”

Those are the words which elicit the deepest, almost animalistic groan from Hajime as the thought of stuffing you with his cum to the point where it’s impossible for you to not be pregnant cloud his brain.

“Fuck, baby”, he moans and slowly pushes into your tiny cunt; the stretch from his impressive size, especially in girth, should be something you’re already used to yet you still find yourself gasping for air before he’s even halfway inside of you.

You don’t even realize how close you are until you feel Iwa grazing your sweetest spot deep inside of you for just a mere second and that’s the moment you start begging.

Usually Iwa loves to hear you beg; his only goal is to have you a sobbing, begging and cum stuffed little mess on most nights.

But not this time.

He simply ignores the row of begs and pleads falling past your lips like a goddamn mantra; the feeling of your tight walls gripping his hard cock in just the right way easily becoming the only thing on his mind.

Iwaizumi doesn’t give you time to adjust to his size; not when you’re both this worked up because he knows you can take that little sting and the pinches of pain from your pussy being stretched out. He makes sure to set a fast, merciless rhythm from the very beginning; pulling his cock all the way out of your tiny hole just to quickly ram it all the way back inside with one thrust. The emptiness of the studio is filled with the lewd noises of skin meeting skin, deep grunts and muffled whimpers as well as a few sobbed out pleads every now and it doesn’t take long for either of you to get drunk on the atmosphere those exact noises seemed to create.

“There you fucking go, you little whore”, Iwa groans, burying his cock deeper and harder into your sensitive hole, shoving your face even further into the pillow with each thrust and easily pushing as close to the edge as possible.

“I’m gonna stuff you full of my fucking cum”, he continues when all you manage to respond with are a bunch of sobs and high pitched, muffled moans, “gotta make sure you are nicely bred, right?”

You start nodding like crazy before Hajime easily manhandles you, easily lifting you up to have you flush aginst his chest yet again, his thrusts never once slowing down as he buries his teeth in the sensitive skin of your neck and tightens his grip on the flesh of your hips.

You feel yourself getting closer with every second passing by, your clit throbbing as you lose yourself in the delicious feeling of being stuffed so, so full by the one you love oh so much and you know he’s just as close as you are. His sloppy thrusts, heavy breathing and increasing moans giving him away just as usual.

“Daddy”, you sob, tears streaming down your spit and drool stained face, leaving a burning trail behind as they find their way down your neck, “so close – fuck – please...make me cum. I need it so bad-”, your words are slurred, barely coherent and you have no idea if you even said or just thought them but once Iw wraps his pretty, ring and tattoo clad han around your neck while the other one moves in between your legs to rub your clit, you know he understood every single one of them.

“Come on then, angel”, he presses through gritted teeth, tightening his grip around your throat to make you gasp for air as the pleasure slowly becomes overhwelming right when you’re about to cum, “I want you to cum all over my cock so I can fill you up. And since we both want the whole world to see who the fuck you belong to I have make sure you’re pregnant by the time I’m done with you, right baby?”

“Yes, D-Daddy...oh - mhm, yes yes yes-”, your whimpers grow louder and louder every time Iwa hits your sweet spot with his big cock, the tip grazing the entrance to your womb in the best way possible.

“That’s my good...fuck-”, Hajime groans in response, not able to finish his praise.

And just when you’re about to cum, he tightens his grip on your waist, his fingers rubbing harsh circles into your clit and pushing his cock as deep as possible into your tight cunt with one last, sloppy yet hard thrust before the feeling of his cock twitching inside of you finally pushes you over the edge.

The waves of your high break down onto you in the best yet most suffocating way possible and if it wasn’t for Iwa’s perfect timing, you would have passed out from being overwhelmed like this. For a good second everything around you disappears in a complete blur and you feel yourself getting more and more lightheaded; your cunt clenching and creaming around Iwa’s cock as you start sobbing even harder.

You have no idea what either of you are saying; Iwa’s praises and words of encouragement as well as reassurance passing by without your brain getting a single chance to proceed the meaning of them yet you still manage to snap back into reality right when Iwa cums inside of your tight cunt with a row of loud moans falling past his lips.

He buries his face in your neck, lazily thrusting his cock into you to make sure not one drop of his precious cum goes to waste and you can’t help but whimper at the feeling of being stuffed to the brim.

You have no idea how much time passes; both of you way too busy to calm down and catch your breaths, Iwa firmly holding you in his arms and keeping his cock buried inside of your tight cunt because he doesn’t want to make a mess.

The last thing he wants or needs is another lecture from Saeko about why fucking in the studio is a no-go.

“Baby”, he suddenly whispers, his voice still raspy and hoarse, “wanna get dressed and cleaned so we can head home? Wanna spoil my pretty girl with a nice bath, some wine and movies?”

You can’t even giggle as the exhaustion takes over every bit of your being, a gentle smile tugging at the corners of your lips before you let out a hum of approval, placing a sweet kiss on his palm.

“You can take a nap while I bathe you but I wanna fuck you all night, baby...feels like I haven’t stuffed you in weeks”, Hajime casually adds and lets go of your upper body, gently helping you to lay on the couch again; his big hands constantly caressing the sore skin of your ass.

“Don’t pull out..”, you whimper, not quite ready to feel empty just yet, “let’s stay like this for a little longer, please.”

“My good girl…”, Iwa sighs softly, his green eyes attentively roaming over your fucked out figure, focusing the way your lips are pushed into a pout, “how about this: I’m gonna pull out now and then I’ll have you cockwarm me all night, hm? Wanna take you home, pretty girl..’s way cozier anyway.”

“But-”

However – you don’t get to finish that sentence.

The louds knock on the front door of the shop easily startling the both of you, Iwa almost automatically digging his nails into your ass as his head shoots to look at whoever the hell is trying to come inside at this time of the day.

“Iwa? Y/N? Are you guys- Oh, my God”, as soon as the sound of Oikawa Tooru’s voice finds your ears, you both let out a loud groan, your eyes rolling into the back of your head before you chuckle at just how dramatic he’s being.

Iwa doesn’t immediately reply to his best friend, his hands gently caressing your ass before he lets you know that he’s about to pull out, eliciting a row of hisses from the two of you as he does just that.

He’s quick to turn you on your back, pulling you into a deep kiss and then getting himself dressed again.

You hear Oikawa’s ranting from outside, two more voices joining in not long after and it doesn’t take you long to figure out that Mattsun and Hanamaki are with him too.

“Iwaizumi Hajime, open the fucking-”, “Shut the fuck up, I gotta get her dressed, you piece of human garbage”, your boyfriend eventully spits back at his best friend, quickly growing tired of his whining.

You don’t really know how long it takes Iwa to put you back into your little panties and your dress, your head still cloudy and eyes feeling extra heavy from exhaustion.

The next thing you know is a soft kiss on your forehead, followed by the sound of keys turning in a door and loud, deep voices filling the emptiness of the studio.

“You did it on the...couch? First the counter, then the bathroom, then the office and now the couch? I fucking hate you two”, Hanamaki Takahiro’s gentle voice is filled with a mixture of disgust, mockery and humor and easily gives away that he’s not fully serious.

“What the fuck do you guys want?”, Iwa just replies, rolling his eyes at the sight of Oikawa putting his hands on his hips and shaking his head in disappointment.

“I forgot my phone in the office and we were gonna have drinks at the bar around the corner”, Matsukawa explains calmly, his eyes finding your fucked out figure on the couch before he chuckles and winks at you before looking back at Iwa.

“Good job, Ace”, he chuckles deeply before giving your boyfriend a quick fistbump only to have Pikawa interrupt them.

“I will tell Saeko-chan everything, I don’t give a fuck. You deserve her lectures-”, he says and eventually averts his strong gaze from Iwa to you.

“Finally”, the brunette groans, lifting his hand to give you a high five before he runs his tattoo clad fingers through his curls, “you’ve been getting way too desperate, best friend. You really needed this.”

⁂ mentions: dedicating this fic to my fave aqua bitch and baby val @spikesbimbo bc she's been helping me throw a tantrum in tumblr's email box this past few days and I love her with my whole heart MWAH

[sauza-deactivated20221025]

─ PUSH IT REAL GOOD

eijirou kirishima x f!reader

humans have hormones, you understand that much. But does that explain why you can’t stop the filthy daydreams that fill your head whenever you see a specific redhead? Does it excuse you for getting turned on by him simply breathing in your direction? And to make matters worse, he is off-limits, if your father found out you were messing with his prized boxer? You would be chained to a tower and your red-haired crush would be used as mincemeat.

boxing alternate universe, no quirk alternate universe, overstimulation, oral sex, rough sex, caught having sex, love bites, fingering, light dom/sub play, power play, size kink, perversion, dirty thoughts, panties, gagging, consensual sex.

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[seita]

Ok but hear me out....

Mean doms findinf out their sub has been listening to asmr of a dom praising the sub listener? Like their first instinct is to punish their sub but the fact their sub is so desperate for praise they listen to asmr for it....

STOTOOPPP THATS SO CUTE 🥺🥺🥺🥺

i'm gonna write a scenario for this bc i have no self control 🙄🤚🏻 no smut rlly and tendou bc i said so <3

contents: hurt/comfort mostly lmfao

he comes home early calls your name, frowning when he doesn't hear anything, keeping his footsteps quiet as he wanders to the bedroom, not wanting to wake you in case you ended up napping.

when he pushes the door open, he smiles to himself. you're curled around his pillow, hand loosely holding your phone from where you must have fallen asleep playing on it.

he creeps up behind you, sliding your phone out from beneath your hand intending to plug it in to charge but freezes when he sees whats on your screen.

his eyes narrow at the sight of pornhub pulled up. though you can't see him, he glared at you.

one of his hard rules: don't watch porn without him.

he finds himself pressing replay, curious to see what was so enticing that you set yourself up for punishment.

the sound is up, moans erupting from the speakers, effectively waking you up. your eyes flutter open, taking only mere seconds to process what is happening.

fear strikes your very core, realizing you've been caught red handed. you open your mouth to say something, to defend yourself but he holds his hand up, "unless you want me to really punish you, i would suggest keeping your little mouth shut."

you immediately clam up, hanging your head as he returns his attention to the video. it's a decently long one and you don't know if he intends to watch it all but he doesn't appear to be skipping through.

his entire body is stiff, tense with what you know is anger. your heart aches, upset that you managed to disappoint him when all you really want is to be his good girl.

you can hear the audio of the video you had been watching. the man muttering heartfelt praises and compliments to the squirming woman beneath him.

you had watched it, not intending to get off to it, but to see what it felt like to be praised and treated softly, sweetly. it wasn't that you didn't love tendou and didn't like when he was mean and made you cry but lately, it felt like he never had anything nice to say.

his insults were never cushioned by sweet nothings. sure, he reassured you during aftercare but it never took care of the desperate need you felt.

tendou was at a loss as he watched the loving couple on screen. he had expected a lot of things when he pressed play, but something soft like this was not it. his mind was running 100 miles a second.

he presses pause and silence takes over the room. you swallow thickly, unsure about how he is going to react.

he sighs, showing you the phone as if you didn't know he had it, "why are you watching this?"

you hesitate at his question, not expecting him to be so straightforward. you're unsure of how to explain, you don't want to hurt his feelings or give him the wrong impression that you weren't satisfied.

"is this what you want?" he asks, this question a bit easier for you to answer.

"s-sometimes..." you whisper, picking at a thread on the end of pillowcase, "i...i just wanted to hear...i don't know..."

he sighs again as you trail off, locking your phone, tossing it to the side. you don't expect him to move, wrapping his hand around your throat to pin you down. for a second, you're filled with disappointment that he isn't really hearing what you're asking of him.

"shh...don't cry," he coos, making your face burn as you hadn't even realized you started crying, "'m sorry, bunny. i didn't notice this was what you needed, wanna be treated like a good little girl, is that it? my good girl?"

his heart melts at the way you absolutely keen under that simple praise and it dawns on him how rarely he ever says sweet things to you. and when he watched your eyes glisten happily, he can't fathom why he never had before <3

[kenmascatears]

i just read aot 139...what on earth is isayama doing

[adoringaran-deactivated20210413]

𝗥𝗘𝗗 𝗟𝗜𝗚𝗛𝗧

it was just some silly post, who thought he’d actually agree?

› camgirl!reader x aran ojiro

› 2550 words

› cw: 18+, minors dni, oral, deep throating, face riding, consensual filming.

“aran!” is the first thing he heard when picking up the phone, it wasn’t exactly early but he had finally gotten a day off practice, wasn’t exactly looking forward to being woken up to screaming.

“what is it?” he groans back not really wanting to get up yet, but knowing sleeping wouldn’t be an option now. just as he starts to push himself up in the bed, the phone starts to vibrate again, atsumu switching the call to facetime with no regard for aran’s state.

“look at this.” he’s shown another screen holding a twitter post with a few hundred thousand likes and retweets, but it’s the text that catches his eye. it’s an answer to some question about ‘something besides solo content’, and the reply being ‘the only person allowed to fuck me on camera is aran ojiro’.

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[kenmascatears]

nice

[satendou]

⟼ thank you for the meal

⍣ masterlist | previous: you should’ve come to shiratorizawa | next | 1/?

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⇢ pairing: osamu/suna/kita/reader/atsumu/aran

⇢ au: aged up!au

⇢ summary: just a normal reunion or, you know, not.

⇥ masterlist

⇢ warnings: * cracks knuckles * gangbang, dubcon due to alcohol use (no one is at all drunk), ass eating, double penetration + spitroasting, osamu and atsumu both participate, though not at the same time, surprisingly no daddy kink, praise, silly safeword, implied subdrop + aftercare, objectification (memory from highschool), sweet gangbang, reader is afab + uses they/them pronouns, i tried to use gender neutral petnames that i still liked

⇢ word count: 7466

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⇢ a/n: * aggressively innocent whistling * literally written for @kenmalof​, thank you for getting me to actually write something, but for the love of god why this. also i’ve been thinking about writing more fics using they/them pronouns so let me know what you think. * more aggressively innocent whistling *

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[satendou]

⟼ makes the heart grow fonder

⍣ 365 days of sun series | previous | 2/2

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⇢ pairing: iwaizumi hajime/reader/oikawa tooru

⇢ au: 365!au, poly!au, college!au, pro!oikawa

⇢ summary: prequel to 365 days; everyone always calls paris the city of love, but love can come anywhere, especially the unlikeliest of places

⇥ masterlist

⇢ warnings: pre-relationship, polyamory, fluff, kinda angsty, alcohol use

⇢ word count: 11375 (oops)

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[kenmascatears]

i updated my age rule on this account so anyone under 17 please unfollow

[lilliesmainblog]

If you use the tags alot

See what pops up first with these words:

Ass, shit, bitch, fuck, damn

[kenmascatears]

why are false lashes so hard to put on

[kenmascatears]

Matsukawa’s Birthday

genre: smut

warnings: sex - nothing too specific, choking, he nuts in you

a/n: happy birthday king😩

“Fuck Issei-”

The moan catches in your throat as he enters you, the thick head of his cock stretching you out. He pushes in, and it’s just so much. He’s big, almost too big for you, and as he bottoms out, you swear he’s in your stomach.

You can barely speak, much less think. Your mind is hazy, only filled with the thought of how good he feels, his cock filling you up until you feel like you might burst.

Mattsun stills, unmoving as your hands scrabble, searching for purchase on the sheets.

“Issei please,” you moan out, desperate for something, anything, that’ll relieve the ache inside of you.

You feel the heat radiating off of his chest as he leans over you, one hand your hip, gripping it in an almost bruising embrace, while the other grabs the sheets by the side of your head. You can feel him, looming above you, hear him whisper into your ear, “Tell me what you want.”

“Issei please, want you-“ Your sentence is cut off by a particularly harsh thrust, one that knocks the breath out of you.

“You’re so wet, princess, dripping all over my cock,” he tells you, trying not to focus too hard on the feeling of your cunt clenching around him, “‘t would be a shame if I left you here, all because you couldn’t voice your demands.”

He lifts your face up, hand wrapping around your neck. The lack of oxygen makes your mind foggier, if that’s even possible, and the heat in your stomach grows even more.

“Issei please, want you to fuck me, want your cock,” You’re babbling at this point, mind only focused on chasing the pleasure you want so badly, “please Issei.”

Suddenly he’s moving, robbing the air from your breaths, fucking you with harsh thrusts that have the moans catching in your throat, ones that leave you only able to lie there and take it.

The grip on your neck loosens and Mattsun’s hand snakes down to your clit and begins to play with the swollen nub. You’re so wound up, the pressure building up inside you almost unbearable.

Your hips push back, trying to meet Mattsun’s thrusts. You’re gone, mind too hazy to comprehend what you’re saying, too hazy to realize that you’re making noise - a stream of broken moans and cries leaving your mouth. “Issei Issei Issei, fuckin’ me so good.”

The head of his hits your sweet spot and you keen. You can feel yourself hurtling towards the edge, feel the beginnings of the rope fray.

“‘m so close, ‘m gonna cum,” you whine, but Mattsun can tell, taking extra care to angle his thrusts in the way you like it. He can feel you tighten up around him, your slick pooling at his balls.

“Fuck you’re so tight pretty girl - cum for me”

It only takes a few more thrusts and well-placed touches and you’re gone.

It feels like your limbs are as heavy as lead as your orgasm rips through you, pussy fluttering around his cock. Your body locks up, hands squeezing the sheets and cunt clenching around his cock to the point where it’s almost impossible for Mattsun to move, rendering him immobile. He’s content with watching you cum, watching you fall apart around his cock, coating his base with a ring of white.

The mess you created around his cock made him groan, dick throbbing. “Fuck ______, you’re so pretty.”

As you come down from your high he pulls out, and you whine at the sensitivity and emptiness before he flips you over, burying himself back into you. You moan at the overstimulation as he fucks his cum into you, with almost bruising thrusts. Your legs lift, ankles locking around his back, forcing him even deeper into you and you can feel him pulse inside you, the heat of his cum filling you up.

As he stills his thrusts, he stares down at you.

He can see you clearly, face flushed, chest heaving, and your cunt leaking cum, both yours and his. You look sated, and when you mumble out a reply of “Happy birthday Issei, ‘love you” he collapses onto you, face buried in the crook of your neck.

“I love you too”

[kenmascatears]

lord...

[kenmascatears]

Matsukawa’s Birthday

genre: smut

warnings: sex - nothing too specific, choking, he nuts in you

a/n: happy birthday king😩

“Fuck Issei-”

The moan catches in your throat as he enters you, the thick head of his cock stretching you out. He pushes in, and it’s just so much. He’s big, almost too big for you, and as he bottoms out, you swear he’s in your stomach.

You can barely speak, much less think. Your mind is hazy, only filled with the thought of how good he feels, his cock filling you up until you feel like you might burst.

Mattsun stills, unmoving as your hands scrabble, searching for purchase on the sheets.

“Issei please,” you moan out, desperate for something, anything, that’ll relieve the ache inside of you.

You feel the heat radiating off of his chest as he leans over you, one hand your hip, gripping it in an almost bruising embrace, while the other grabs the sheets by the side of your head. You can feel him, looming above you, hear him whisper into your ear, “Tell me what you want.”

“Issei please, want you-“ Your sentence is cut off by a particularly harsh thrust, one that knocks the breath out of you.

“You’re so wet, princess, dripping all over my cock,” he tells you, trying not to focus too hard on the feeling of your cunt clenching around him, “‘t would be a shame if I left you here, all because you couldn’t voice your demands.”

He lifts your face up, hand wrapping around your neck. The lack of oxygen makes your mind foggier, if that’s even possible, and the heat in your stomach grows even more.

“Issei please, want you to fuck me, want your cock,” You’re babbling at this point, mind only focused on chasing the pleasure you want so badly, “please Issei.”

Suddenly he’s moving, robbing the air from your breaths, fucking you with harsh thrusts that have the moans catching in your throat, ones that leave you only able to lie there and take it.

The grip on your neck loosens and Mattsun’s hand snakes down to your clit and begins to play with the swollen nub. You’re so wound up, the pressure building up inside you almost unbearable.

Your hips push back, trying to meet Mattsun’s thrusts. You’re gone, mind too hazy to comprehend what you’re saying, too hazy to realize that you’re making noise - a stream of broken moans and cries leaving your mouth. “Issei Issei Issei, fuckin’ me so good.”

The head of his hits your sweet spot and you keen. You can feel yourself hurtling towards the edge, feel the beginnings of the rope fray.

“‘m so close, ‘m gonna cum,” you whine, but Mattsun can tell, taking extra care to angle his thrusts in the way you like it. He can feel you tighten up around him, your slick pooling at his balls.

“Fuck you’re so tight pretty girl - cum for me”

It only takes a few more thrusts and well-placed touches and you’re gone.

It feels like your limbs are as heavy as lead as your orgasm rips through you, pussy fluttering around his cock. Your body locks up, hands squeezing the sheets and cunt clenching around his cock to the point where it’s almost impossible for Mattsun to move, rendering him immobile. He’s content with watching you cum, watching you fall apart around his cock, coating his base with a ring of white.

The mess you created around his cock made him groan, dick throbbing. “Fuck ______, you’re so pretty.”

As you come down from your high he pulls out, and you whine at the sensitivity and emptiness before he flips you over, burying himself back into you. You moan at the overstimulation as he fucks his cum into you, with almost bruising thrusts. Your legs lift, ankles locking around his back, forcing him even deeper into you and you can feel him pulse inside you, the heat of his cum filling you up.

As he stills his thrusts, he stares down at you.

He can see you clearly, face flushed, chest heaving, and your cunt leaking cum, both yours and his. You look sated, and when you mumble out a reply of “Happy birthday Issei, ‘love you” he collapses onto you, face buried in the crook of your neck.

“I love you too”

[kenmascatears]

do you guys want a mattsun birthday fic or a tanaka birthday fic?

[kenmascatears]

no one replied as i expected but i’m doing mattsun