imagine vampire aone, so big, so pale, so restrained. he has to be around people. there hasn't even been a thought of sucking someone's blood since he turned.
but when he is around you, all of the restraint he has built up in the last hundred years flies out the window. when his heavy cock is dragging along your walls all he wants to do is sink his teeth into your supple neck.
aone hips would pound against yours even harder when he can smell your blood sweeten as your orgasm washes over you.
if you ever allow him to have a taste of your blood there's no promises he will be able to stop.
bokuto lets you suck his cock whenever you want to, even if he's tired and just wants to sleep. he could have had the longest and worst day of his life but when he hears the padding of your feet and that look on your face he is already pushing his shorts down.
he just wants his precious baby to be happy and if sucking his cock dry makes you, then so be it. his thighs could be tensing and shivering, abs contracting and head dizzy but he is not done until you are done.
“nothing’s gonna hurt you, baby,” bokuto dips down and presses a chaste kiss against your forehead. his strong arms were wrapped around your torso, hips slowly thrusting in and out. your legs were wrapped around his toned stomach while tears dripped out of the corners of your eyes.
when bokuto was soft with you, it always brought out so many emotions within you. he was truly the perfect man. he could sense you didn’t have a good day at your job today and decided to take good care of you.
“feels good, bo.” you whisper against his neck. the pleasure jolts through your body making you feel warm all over.
his hand brushes a piece of hair from your face, “all for you, princess,” his hand travels down to rub slow circles on your clit, “it’s all for you.”
yamaguchi’s favorite thing is seeing the look of shock flicker across your face when he grabs at your throat or slaps your thigh. it’s a not so gentle reminder that he is the one in charge.
the way your voice quivers with a small, “d-dashi....” has his cock twitching in excitement.
he may let you get away with bratty tendencies, he might even encourage it sometimes. but he knows, with one little squeeze to the throat or a harsh tug to your hand will get your right back to the good girl he loves.
it's only sex was so good! suna was such an ass in that but it was kinda hot...
i tried to make him as incel ?? as possible LMFAO but i wasn't sure if it came off like that but i'm glad you enjoyed it!!! thank you so much for reading (๑・ω-)～♥”
It was always an itching urge within Rintarou’s heart. He wanted to find the perfect girl, so kind and innocent, and ruin everything she thought she knew about herself. He wanted to see her shaking and crying because of his fingers, his dick. Rintarou wanted to break down a girl until she was completely pliable and at his mercy.
It was fucked up, he could even admit it. He knew that it was a twisted thought inside his pretty head. But the thought of corrupting someone so perfect made his whole body go tingly.
Rintarou had no luck for the first couple of years he was in college. All of the girls he had the displeasure of meeting were whores and sluts in his mind, all-knowing how to suck dick and roll their bodies on top of his. He was starting to get tired of all of their experience.
Rintarou began to give up on his twisted perversion.
Then he laid his eyes on you.
So cute, huddled in the corner of the frat party, hands gripping at the bottom of your tiny skirt. Your pretty eyes were darting back and forth as people walked by you. Suna gave a small chuckle, hands gripping his red cup in excitement. He could see it in your eyes.
You were finally something he could corrupt.
“You new to these things? I live in this frat house so this is an everyday thing for me,” You jump when you feel the hot breath of a stranger tickle your neck. He had snuck up on you, “What’s your name?”
You nod your head as you stutter out a response, “Y-yeah... I’ve never been to a party before and my friend ditched me,” You lick your lips as you finally lay your eyes on the guy beside you. He was pretty with black hair framing his face, smoky eyeliner lining his lids, and rings adorning his long fingers, “My name is Y/N. You?”
He chuckles, “Suna Rintarou. You can call me Rin,” He leans down closer to your ear, “What a crappy friend you have, leaving a little lamb like you all alone. Wanna hang out together?”
“Yeah,” You feel a smile creeping up on your face, happy someone was at least talking to you, “We can hang out.”
Your newfound friend offers a hand to you and you look at him inquisitively, “Let’s go up to my room so we can get to know each other... Y/N.”
You weren’t sure if this was the best of ideas but it was better than waiting around for your friend to stop making out with random guys. At least with this, you wouldn’t look like a loser, out of place. So, naturally, you took Rintarou’s slender hand and let him lead you up to his room.
His room was standard, with dark red walls with random piles of clothes scattered on the floor and a couple of movie posters lining his walls. His bed was neatly made while his desk was scattered with textbooks and pens. It was just a normal room, for some reason that consoled your worrying heart a bit.
“What do you major in?” You find yourself asking the most common question in college. Rintarou grabs a textbook and hands it to you.
“Psychology.”
Your eyebrows raise in shock, “I wouldn’t take you for a psychology major,” It immediately sounded bad as soon as you heard it. Your head shoots up to look at the amused man as panic sets in, “I-I didn’t mean it like that! I’m so sorry-”
His hands land on your angular shoulders, instantly shutting you up, “It’s okay, baby girl,” The nickname makes you shudder in his hands while a sadistic smile creeps on his face, “But, how will you make it up to me? You kinda offended me when you said that...” His voice was slow and low making a small blush appear on your face.
You swallow, “I’ll do a-anything,” Rintarou bites his lip, “I’m sorry, Rin.”
“Anything?”
“Anything.” You respond.
It wasn’t a surprise that you found yourself laying down on his bed with his fingers buried deep inside your cunt, pressing new spots and making you feel like you never have before. Your shirt was lifted up just above your breasts with your bra pushed up as well. The sight was making Rintarou’s mouth water. Your face was so adorable, flushed, and starting to break out a sweat.
“Stop tensing,” His hands slap at your thigh, causing your hips to jump, “And stop this stupid jumping shit. Stay fucking still.” He grabs your hips roughly, pinning them to the bed, much to your demise. You couldn't meet the thrust of his fingers like that.
You let out a harsh groan when his fingers prod at that certain spot that makes you see stars, “C-can’t, hng, help it... feel so good.” Rintarou had you right where he wanted you. You were starting to pant like a bitch in heat and the words you were mumbling made no sense to his sane ears.
He was starting to get you fucked out and you hadn't even cummed yet. Rintarou continued pushing his long fingers in your gummy walls. The way you were writhing around just because of his fingers almost made him want to laugh.
This was perfect.
“Rin,” You let out a particularly hard moan while your hand slaps down on his shoulder, grip making him wince, “Gonna... gonna cum. Please, please, let me cum.” Your hips were shuddering as he continued his assault on your walls. Eyes rolled up in your skull, hair plastered to your forehead, and your whole body shaking with pleasure. Rintarou had never seen such a pretty sight.
“Cum for me, baby girl.”
Those simple words had you allowing yourself to fully let go of the pent-up feeling in your stomach. All of your hearing went as white-hot pleasure spread through your body. Your muscles hurt from tensing up so much but you couldn’t help but to tense more, milking as much pleasure from this experience as you possibly could.
You look down to see Rin with a satisfied smile gracing his lips. You can’t help but smile at the sight, chest filling with warmth.
The bed sinks down when he crawls on top of you, kissing your forehead and brushing your hair off your face, “Think you can handle the real thing now?”
A panic replaces all of the warm feelings you had before. You were scared. Scared it was going to hurt, that he would be too fast or rough with you. He begins to take off his boxers, stroking his length a couple of times with a lazy grin on his face.
When the tip prods at your sopping hole, your hand shoots down to grab at his wrist, "Rin," He looks at you with an eyebrow quirked, "I've n-never done this before-"
He leans down and kisses your cheek sweetly, "Don't worry, that's perfect," His eyes narrow like you're some kind of prey, "I'll go nice and slow." His strong arms cradle your head, pushing it into his chest so you couldn't see what he was doing.
What you couldn't see, wouldn't hurt you, right?
The painful stretch as his cock slowly gliding in had your legs kicking out, a shriek leaving your lips. The burning feeling was too much. He was ripping you apart, about to pierce your stomach if he didn't stop. Rintarou shushes you, stroking your hair as if he was consoling you. His hips settle against yours and you can let out a sigh of relief now that he doesn't have to slide in anymore.
"Hurts..." You mutter against his chest. Rintarou continues to stroke your hair before looking at you.
"It will feel good soon, baby," He lets go of your head, letting you lay down and face him again, "Let me take the lead."
His pace at first was so agonizingly slow, your head spinning with the pain that you were feeling. You didn't even know your lower half could feel this much burning and stretching. After the seventh or eighth stroke, it was like a veil was lifted up. You began to see stars, body relaxing and tensing all at the same time at the wonderful feeling of him filling you full of his cock.
Rintarou took your blissed face as a sign to finally go faster.
Rintarou began to slam his hips into you causing you to stutter out a couple of dumb-sounding moans. The feeling of him was too much. It was causing your legs to seize up and your body began to ache.
"Too fast!" Your legs try to close but he pries them open and slams them against the bed.
He glares down at you, "Take it," The sounds of his hips slamming against yours made your brain go hazy, "Fucking take it. Shit, so fucking good."
When your eyes go bleary and begin to cross, that's when he chuckles. You looked like the perfect little fuck doll.
"Feels so good, Rin! So, so good," Your breasts jiggle with the movements of his hips, "God, I'm gon' cum again."
You have never felt such bliss before. It opened so many doors you didn't even know were possible. A couple of slams of his hips against yours had you finally releasing once again. It was better than the last, maybe because of how full you were. Your body was tensing and clenching around Rintarou. A warm feeling began to coat your walls. You pry your eyes open to see Rintarou hunched over with a face full of pleasure.
He collapses on top of you after a couple of minutes inside of you.
Your brain felt foggy but your body felt so good. It was the perfect combination in your head. Your eyelids begin to droop with the exhaustion of it all and you let yourself take a short nap.
You were awoken with a harsh shake to your shoulder. You blink a couple of times, trying to adjust to the light.
"Y-yeah," You sit up, pain jolting through your body. Rintarou was standing in front of you with a lit cigarette hanging halfway out of his mouth.
He sighed, looking annoyed at your cluelessness, "I usually never let girls sleep after I fuck them, consider yourself lucky. But," He hands you your shirt and skirt, "I'm gonna need you to leave. Class in the morning, you know."
You furrow your eyebrows at the sudden shift in his tone, "But, I thought-"
He cuts you off with a sinister laugh, "Thought you were special because I called you loving names and went slow?"
You felt your chest begin to cave in on itself. This wasn't happening, was it? He was just playing some sort of cruel joke on you.
"Rin-"
"Fuck," He rolls his eyes, "Don't call me fucking Rin, okay? Call me Rintarou. I just wanted you to feel like you could trust me."
Tears prickle at your eyes as his words begin to register to you, "So this was all... a joke? A prank on me or something?"
He clicks his tongue, taking a puff out of his cigarette and flicking ash in his tray, "Don't take it so personally, sweetheart," He sits on his bed, hand going to caress your knee in mock comfort, "I have this kink. I wanted to corrupt someone."
You shake your head, "I don't understand."
"How could I pass someone like you up? You looked so innocent when I first laid my eyes on you," He smiles at the memory, "You were the perfect person to corrupt. So I did it, and now I need you to leave my house."
It was like your whole world had crumbled in front of you. It was a stupid thought in your head, but you thought maybe he just wanted to take care of you, make you feel better after slipping up and offending him.
You felt so stupid.
Leaving his room was as humiliating as finding out he didn't really care for you. You felt his slimy eyes on you as you redressed, all the way up until you shut the door to his room.
Standing out in the hallway of his frat house you didn't know what to do with yourself. You felt nothing short of crushed and heartbroken.
Rintarou laid against his bedframe, basking in the silence. His cigarette was filling his chest with warmth. He couldn't help but begin to laugh like a crazy man at what he just pulled off.
Corrupting was more thrilling than he thought. He wanted more.
The look on your face had a sinister emotion creeping into his brain. He wanted to do this more.
But for now, he will continue to think back on this night with a victorious outlook.
Rintarou had successfully corrupted someone and crushed their heart.
ushijima loves when you cry. something primal in him pangs in his chest when the first drop of a tear begins to fall down your cheek. his eyebrows furrow and a crimson blush spreads across his bare chest. he loves to wipe them away, cock still pounding against your cervix, maybe even a little bit harder this time so he can get more of your pretty little whimpers.
atsumu was a great boss to have he was kind, paid well, made sure everything worked with your schedule and his kids were absolutely adorable. you loved taking care of them. atsumu was the perfect family man, with a nice car, loving wife, and precious babies. they were the picture perfect family.
while you were just the young, college student who needed extra cash. babysitting for this family seemed like an amazing idea.
sometimes you wonder how it ended up like this.
“fuck, that’s right, baby,” his feet are planted on the ground right next to you, with his hand tangled in your hair, “she’s gonna be home soon. suck it in deeper.”
you widen your mouth trying to accommodate his size. your eyes flicker up to watch his facial expressions, that was your favorite part.
atsumu truly was a gorgeous older man. he still had his suit on, only his dick was out, and his eyebrows were scrunched in pleasure. there were a couple of wrinkles faintly on his face, a testament to the time he spent on earth, but it just added to your attraction to him.
he looks down at you, brushing the remaining hair kindly out of your face, “ya look beautiful sucking ma cock, darlin’,” the tip of his dick hits the back of your throat causing you to gag and him to groan out in pleasure, “i’m almost fucking there. keep going.”
you don’t stop the bobbing of your head, trying to get him to finish before his wife returns back from her workplace.
when his dick begins to twitch on top of your tongue, you know he’s almost there. with a couple more bobs of your head, the familar and welcome taste enters your mouth. his grip on your hair gets a little bit tighter as his muscles tense up.
when he finally relaxes, you stand up from your position on the ground. atsumu gives you a lazy smile while tucking his dick into his pants.
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akaashi had always been a friend of you and bokuto. he was the one who basically forced bokuto to ask you out. the three of your were like a magical dream team, you did everything together.
you had a lot of things you were comfortable doing in front of akaashi but this, this was one thing that made your stomach churn. when bokuto brought up the idea, your cheeks instantly flared with redness and akaashi was flustered. but after days of talking, bokuto finally convinced you two to go through with his plan.
you were sitting on bokuto’s meaty thigh, sweat dripping down to the apex of your neck, and hips slowly moving back and forth. your clit was gliding on the thick muscle of bokuto. you had been going at it for what felt like hours. all you wanted was for bokuto to touch you but he refused to do so, leaning back and admiring the view.
“she’s a whore isn’t she, ‘kaashi?” you can hear akaashi groan, along with slight wet sounds. you go to turn your head to look at your friend but bokuto’s large hand grabs at your jaw, forcing you to face him, “don’t look at anyone but me, babydoll.”
“s-sorry,” you whimper out, hips stuttering when he tenses his thigh muscle. a stuttered moan falls out of your lips, hand going to grab at bokuto’s hard dick. he just shakes his head and forces your hand back on his chest.
he wanted to focus on you.
you can begin to feel the familiar feeling of an impending orgasm. your thighs began to shake, body curling in on itself. your breathing has started to get a little heavier than before, the humiliation of it all sinking in.
“she’s so fucking hot,” akaashi voice breaks the silence and a shiver runs down your spine, “the way you make her look so small, fuck, is so hot.” he sounds so, so desperate. you have never heard his voice like that. you wished bokuto would let you look at him. the sight would certainly be engrained in your head forever.
your arms latch around bokuto’s neck, a high pitched whine coming out of your throat, “b-bo..”
you can hear him give you a low chuckle, “you two about to cum? ‘kaashi sure looks like it,” he pulls your head back by your hair forcing you to stare at his face, “and i can feel your hot cunt pulsing. go on, cum together. you guys are my little, stupid sluts.”
two more drags along his thigh was all you needed for your body to start convulsing. the pleasurable heat spread through your body, a ringing sound entering your ears. your head turns, eyes locking on akaashi’s form. his muscles were gleaming, a hand around his large dick as he came all over his chest. you turn your head to look at your boyfriend again.
bokuto looks proud, his muscles flexing as he leans back against the couch. you can hear akaashi let out a couple rows of laughter before his voice in right next to your ear, making you jump.
“next time,” you feel all the hairs on your neck stand up, “can we fuck her together?”
cw: dom + sub dynamics, bratty! reader, mean oikawa :(
“cut the act already.” his voice sent shivers down your spine. you couldn’t help but pout.
oikawa had been home for a total of 2 hours and 7 minutes but hadn’t given you more than a spare glance and a loving pat on the head. it made you feel sick!
you just wanted him. you had spent all day thinking about his long, lithe fingers and it had you writhing around, desperately waiting for him to come home from work.
“i wanna to spend time with you,” you cross your arms across your chest and stand a couple feet behind him. he was sitting at the computer doing some stupid shit to help out his friend and it took all of his attention away from you, “you haven’t even given me a kiss yet.”
the rolling chair makes a comforting noise against the wooden floor and you feel oikawa’s soft lips touch yours, but only for a moment, “better, baby?”
it was not better.
tears spring in your eyes and if you didn’t try to blink them away, you would’ve saw the way oikawa’s face screwed up in disbelief. his eyebrows pinched in the middle, lips going into a snarl at your behavior.
“you are really such a stupid little whore,” your eyes spring open from the change of his tone, “you can’t wait just a couple more hours for me to finish this up? have i spoiled you too much recently? do i need to give you another fucking lesson?”
you shake your head furiously, “n-no, of course not!” you don’t miss the way his eyes light up.
he clicks his tongue, standing up from his position from the chair to loom over you, “no what?” oikawa’s voice was sharp and demanding. he could’ve asked you to do anything in this moment and you would have.
you swallow thickly, “no, sir.”
a small smile graces his lips, “there’s my good girl,” he pushes you softly on the bed, fingers dancing across your thin tshirt, “now... how should i punish you tonight?”
bokuto eats pussy like a man starved. he acts as if it’s the last thing he will ever be able to taste. the way his large, calloused hands drag along the curves of your body has your hips jumping in excitement. sometimes he places your hands on top of his soft hair, begging you to pull at it.
bokuto could genuinely eat your pussy for hours on end, he loves the way your whines sound and how wet you are.
thinking about sugar daddy! iwa and how much he would spoil his precious little princess
the way ive never thought about iwa being a sugar daddy and now this is gonna be the only thing on my mind omg
cw: degradation, use of the word 'slut', kinda brat taming
hajime was a simple man. if you were his good princess that he loved and adored, he would fuck you until the sun began to rise. hajime would never let himself finish if you hadn't cummed around his mouth or fingers at least twice, he found fucking you so much more entertaining when you were already fucked dumb.
if you were his good princess, he would buy you anything you wanted or transfer huge sums to your bank account.
but some days that wasn't the case.
school and work had gotten heavier and you could feel the stress begin to build up. naturally, when hajime started pestering you about why you were sulled up, you got even angrier.
but he didn't like that.
that's how you found yourself tied to his extravagant bed frame, a little vibe perched directly on your clit. your thighs were tensing and shaking from the overstimulation.
all you wanted to do was to reach out and hold on to hajime's thick arms but the tight rope around your wrists definitely prevented that.
"you wanna think back on what you said to make me do this to you?" his deep voice startled you. it shot rushes of excitement down your body, this being the first time he's spoken in what felt like hours. the pleasurable shock made an orgasm wash over you.
he chuckled at the sight, "what a nasty little slut," his hands grip your waist making you moan obscenely loud. his touch was always welcomed, "cumming just from my voice and this tiny little vibrator."
"h-haji... please-" your voice is strangled. he clicks his tongue at your words.
"wanna try that again, princess?"
you swallow thickly, "s-sir, please... please touch me. i need you."
his rough hands glide up and down the curve of your body. he looks like he's thinking for a while before he turns to you with a sadistic grin, "no, i don't think i will."
he loves the way your mouth immediately opens with little to no hesitation when his hands trail up your neck
he has trained you very well
it’s gotten to the point where you whine and beg until his finger slide into the back of your throat
“tetsu,” your hand clamps around his wrist as he was about to sink in between your thighs. he looks up at you, face flushed and beautiful, “f-fingers, please.”
his face breaks out into a satisfied grin, “my baby is so polite... so kind for me,” his fingers break between your lips and they settle in the very back of your throat. you hum in content at the feeling of his heavy, thick fingers laying on your tongue.
— 𝐨𝐢𝐤𝐚𝐰𝐚 𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐫𝐮
call it morbid excitement
call oikawa every nasty name in the book
he does not care
he loves shoving his long fingers down your throat as a surprise
the way you sputter and cough, eyes getting watery and cheeks going bright red make his cock twitch even more in his pants
he loves it
the squeal you let out when his thin fingers shove in your throat has his laughing. genuinely laughing. if you weren’t so turned on and flustered, you probably would’ve slapped his arm.
“good little slut,” his deep voice makes a shiver shoot down your spine, “keep sucking on those fingers and maybe i’ll let you cum tonight.”
— 𝐛𝐨𝐤𝐮𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮
bokuto didnt know how to feel about this when you first mentioned it
he felt bad
seeing you tear up and choke wasn’t his favorite sight
but when he realize how soaked it made you
and how much you adored to feel his fingers laying on your tongue
he began to do it to your no matter what
it was a common occurrence to have his fingers gliding against your tongue even when you weren’t having sex
“bo,” his head pops up from between your legs, your thigh shaking from the feeling of finally not having him nipping at your clit or prodding at your hole. the glisten of your wetness on his chin made you groan. he was so sexy, “fingers, please. i want them, daddy.”
at the nickname, a smile came on his face. his long arm trailed up your body and he rested his two fingers at your lips, head dipping back to eat you out again. you slip the fingers in your mouth and lose yourself to the pleasure.
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