A b o u t _ m e : Mavrin | 30+ | I have PhD in daydreaming about 2d characters | I am not responsible if you go to horny jail
I write mainly about Haikyuu characters. Occasionally, my love for some Naruto characters might resurface. Gojo is a daddy. I have a love-hate relationship with Naoya.
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5/20 [10:49 AM] Oikawa Tooru
I have been gatekeeping this for a long time. I've been in a writing slump, wanting to write but not knowing how to. It sucks. I get too deep into it and write too long that I don't know how to end it.
I'm trying to write in first person; switching was a challenge, so you may see some mistakes.
Warning: smut, younger Tooru and older Y/n.
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You couldn’t help but frown when you saw two missed calls from Tooru and a few texts from him.
Tooru is not a texter at all. He prefers to call or leave voice messages.
All his texts ask if you are free, are you free yet, and when you will be free.
You reached his voicemail when you tried to return the call; it went straight to voicemail.
You call your brother. “Hey – I got two missed calls from Oikawa, and when I tried to call him back, it went straight to voicemail. What’s his address? I’ll go check on him.”
You don’t know how your brother knows his address and his door code, but he does.
“He’s fucken emo,” Hajime warned, “If he gives you a hard time, tell me, I’ll beat him in the head.”
“Sure, sure.” You laughed, hanging up.
Living in Argentina, your little brother’s best friend was the last person you had expected to run into at the nightclub. The person who was dancing behind you for a solid five minutes, moving with you… Everything just felt so perfect.
Until you turned around to take a look at this person.
You were almost convinced that someone must have spiked your drink when you weren’t looking. You smeared your eye makeup, rubbing both eyes to make sure it was really him.
“Oikawa!” You remember shouting, “Is that really you?” You say in Japanese.
His cocky smile was all you needed to confirm.
Your little brother failed to notify you that his annoyingly cute best friend was moving halfway across the world to the same city and country.
It turns out that Tooru was the newest setter to join the professional men’s volleyball team of Argentina. You were the team’s head doctor.
You tried to call Tooru again to give him a heads-up but reached his voicemail again. You texted him for the sake of texting.
You politely knocked on his door, and after thirty seconds of no response, you entered the code to the door.
“Oikawa?” You called, locking the door behind you. “It’s me, Y/n. Are you okay? Where are you?”
Familiar soft foot pads echo coming closer to you.
“Hiya, Chibi!” You picked up the multicolored Maltese Shih Tzu, who looks like an animated cartoon puppy. “Where’s daddy?”
The little furball scrambled out of your hold and ran away, leaving you to hurry up to take your shoes off and follow.
Chibi scratches at the door. “Oikawa? You in here?”
You heard a faint, “Yes.”
You found him on his bed, and your eyes widened. You dropped your bag and hurried towards him. Trying to calm the panic in you, you took a deep breath and evaluated the situation. You first touched his forehead; your palm was immediately wet from his sweat. “You’re having a fever? Are you in pain?”
He had suffered from a knee injury during training, and you had ordered him off the court for three weeks.
You’ve never seen him so furious with you, but you didn’t budge. You are aware of his injuries from his younger days and have warned him to take care of himself.
Tooru only grunted and reached for your hand, pressing your cold fingers against his hot cheeks. “I tried to call you…”
“I know, I’m sorry I was busy,” you say. “Is your knee hurting?”
“Everything hurts…”
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Two hours later, his fever finally broke. You forced him to wake up and eat.
“Would you like to ice the knee?”
Setting the soup down, he nods, “Yes, I could use some icing. If you could, I should have ice pads in the freezer. Can you grab them for me?”
You nod, leaving and returning seconds later. Carefully adjusting his leg, you place the cool pack on his knee, elevating his ankle as well. “You gave me a scare there for a second. Your phone went straight to voice mail, and you weren’t responding…”
“My phone battery is dead, and my charger was out of reach. I was too much in pain to grab it.”
The goofball had avoided all pain meds in general.
“If you don’t treat your knee pain, it will only get worse, and by worst, I mean your career can be over in the blink of an eye.” You shouldn’t have to lecture him, but you do. He is someone you care about.
Tooru nodded and, for the first time, didn’t make any teasing remark. He took any opportunity to flirt with you.
“You should rest,” you say, standing up.
His face flashes panic as he reaches for you. “You’re leaving?”
You blink in confusion. “Do you need something else?”
“Stay,” he says without hesitating.
You raise a brow at him. “You want me to stay?” He nods. Tooru suddenly looks like the little ten-year-old boy you first met all those years ago. “Are you uncomfortable?”
“Kind of, I’m kind of nervous being alone if I’m not feeling well.”
You agree that he has no one to check on him except for yourself.
“I have a guest room across the hall, You can stay there, but stay here, please?”
“Okay,” you give in. You tug your wrist, but he keeps his hold tight. “I’ll stay. Now let go.”
“Stay until I fall asleep.”
“I give you an inch and you’re going to take a foot?” You make a face at him, unable to resist his puppy eyes. “Fine, let go so I can clear up your food here.”
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“You have 15 minutes to fall asleep, no talking.”
You lay on his bed, glaring at him as he faces you with his cheeky smile. He did not look like a sick patient. You don’t know why your heart is beating as if it’s trying to escape your chest,
“How about touching?”
“Tooru.”
He smiles at your warning tone. “Okay, no touching. But can you talk? I like hearing your voice. You have a nice voice.”
“Stop looking at me, and I’ll talk. I’ll walk you through my morning and skincare routine.”
Obediently, he shifted onto his back and closed his eyes.
“I wake up and stretch, do at least ten minutes of yoga in bed before I get out.” You roll onto your side, facing him. “Then I get out of bed and go to the bathroom, use the toilet, and then wash my hands… then put my headband on…”
“You don’t do morning showers?”
“No, I don’t like morning showers. And you’re not supposed to be talking.”
“Oh, yes, right. Carry on.”
“That’s a warning. Talk one more time, and I’ll leave.”
He hums, understanding.
“I start with splashing my face with warm water, and then I use my oil cleanser first, lathering my face and focusing on areas where I often break out most like my nose and chin.” You paused, thinking about your routine. “And then I let it sit for a few seconds before rinsing. I then go with a second face wash, usually a deep cleanser, and repeat the same process. I dry my face and then use whichever toner I want and massage it….”
You look at Tooru and see his eyes are on you, and they quickly shut.
“Go to sleep, Oikawa.” You huff, “If you’re not going to go to sleep, I’m leaving.” You move to get up but stop, “what are you doing?”
“Stay,” he laces your fingers together and pulls your hand over his stomach. “You were talking about massaging…” He yawns.
“Yes, massaging the toner into my skin…”
“I never had a head massage before…”
“Let go of my hand.” You try to pull your hand free, but he tightens his grip.
“No, you’ll leave if I let go.”
“Do you want a head massage or not?”
He opens his eyes and narrows them for a split second before letting go of your hand.
You scoot closer and reach to run your fingers through his thick mop of brown hair. His eyes immediately shut, and he sighs. You use your nails and stroke his scalp in a circular motion.
“Keep… keep talking please…”
“ I find what serum to use, that depends on my skin at the moment… if I’m breaking out or if I have redness… it’ll depend on the serum…”
His breath is steady a few minutes later.
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[Tooru’s POV]
“He can totally do so much better!” Y/n exclaimed, clearly frustrated at the blind date show we are watching. She cupped her mouth with one hand to prevent chips from flying out. “She is totally two-timing him! Leading him on!” She finally looks over at me and frowns, What?”
I smile at her, shaking my head. “And you didn’t want to watch this show with me,” I reminded. “Look at you, so invested now.”
“Well, this is your place, you choose the show,” she answered.
It could be your place too, our place, I wanted to say.
Y/n has been over every single day for the past week. With me being in temporary jail, because that’s what it sure feels like, I’m stuck being homebound with Chibi, who seems to be quite annoyed with me.
I know Y/n is near and at the door when Chibi starts barking, a specific bark that I’ve picked up that is for only Y/n. He runs to the door, barking and scratching at the door and give it a few seconds, Y/n would enter, cooing and telling my damn dog how much she misses him.
I want her to fucken miss me too.
Because I fucken missed her.
I’m fucken jealous of my damn dog when Y/n gives all her attention to him. To make matters worse, when she carries him in her arms, the dog dares to look at me and smirk while enjoying her fingers combing through his fluffy hair.
That should be me that she’s giving a head massage to.
She has been taking Chibi out for walks for me since I’m incapable of doing so. After they return, that’s when she gives me her full attention, and I get to smirk at my dog.
I know Y/n is hesitant with being at my place. Technically, she is my sports doctor. But first, she is the person I have been in love with since I was thirteen, and to me, that overrides everything above all else.
She shifts between her doctor-mode and moments when she treats me as a man rather than a patient.
I don’t know when she stopped treating me like Iwa’s best friend; that was not my favorite Y/n. When I admitted to myself that I was in love with my best friend’s older sister, I wanted so badly for Y/n to look at me as a man. A man who has feelings for a woman, even if she is five years older.
“I have something to ask you…” She looks up at me with eyes full of hesitation and nervousness.
“What’s wrong?” My heart quickened as I began thinking of the worst-case scenario.
She inhales sharply before asking, “My apartment is getting renovated without much notice, I have one week to find a new place, and I have not had any luck…”
I picked up where this was going. “You need a place? Got it, you can stay here.”
Her eyes widened in surprise. “How’d –“
“When do you need to move out by? Can I hire movers for you?”
She shakes her head as if breaking out of a trance. “Wait, movers? I need to be out by the end of the week, but I can figure that out. I just needed a temporary place –“
“Yes, you can stay here, Y/n. I have plenty of room here, you can have the master bedroom if you like so you can have your private bathroom.” I tried to contain my desperation. Hopefully she can’t hear how fast my heart is beating at the thought of us living together? “Let me hire movers for you. I don’t want you carrying or lifting anything alone.” Because I can’t help. “You can move all your stuff here, there’s plenty of room.”
“I’m not moving my furniture here; I’ll get a storage for it.”
I haven’t been to Y/n’s place before, but from what I remember, Y/n was a minimalist.
“I don’t have a lot since I like minimal stuff,” she answered, confirming my thinking. “I’ll probably sell it since I’ve been thinking about getting new stuff.”
“Let me hire some movers regardless,” I say again. “Let me take care of you.”
Something flashed in her eyes, and I knew I had hit a tender spot in her heart.
I remember Iwa’s words; my sister is the mom I never had. She’s always taken care of my dad and me, and she doesn’t ever take time for herself. She doesn’t know how to let others take care of her. So, when you see her, please take care of her for me.
“That’s very nice of you, Tooru – “
When she uses my given name, she sees me as a man versus her brother’s friend. “Great, I’ll get in contact with Cecilly to coordinate something!”
“But you don’t have to take care of me…” she finished, giving me her friendly smile. The one that reminds me that I’m just her brother’s friend.
“Nope, I’m helping for all the times you’ve helped me out so you’re accepting it. No arguments.” I held my ground.
She inhales sharply before sighing and shocks me by accepting, “Okay, only because I have to ask for one more request.”
“What is it?” I tried not to sound too eager to assist.
“I have a dental appointment in two weeks where I will need to go under for them to take out all four of my wisdom teeth. I’ll need someone –“
“I’ll be happy to help.” This was perfect because I am officially out of jail after tonight. I am able to do my normal activities starting tomorrow, including driving.
“You have to let me finish!”
I smile. “No need. You’re going to ask if I can be your emergency contact and buddy to the dental office and bring you back?” She nods. “Great, it all works out since you’ll be living here anyways.”
She lets out a soft laugh that sends my cock twitching in my jogger. “You’re right. If I’m going to stay here with you, it’ll be best to ask you instead of Miguel.”
My heart freezes. There is no way in hell she is going to ask Miguel to be her emergency contact. “I got it; there's no need to bother Fuentez.”
He was the retired captain of the team who was trying hard to get into Y/n’s bed.
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“Mr. Oikawa?” I look up hearing my name. “Y/n’s procedure is completed; she just woke up from anesthesia.”
I follow the assistant to the back and into a room where Y/n’s eyes widen, beaming at me. “Drooru!” She sits up in the chair, holding her arms out like she was requesting a hug. “I mish you…”
I look at the other assistant in the room, and she just smiles, “She’s a bit loopy.”
I nod and close the space between Y/n and me. She gestures to get closer and hug her. I lean in and wrap my arms around her. I press my lips to her hair. “Hey silly girl.”
She inhales deeply, pressing her nose against the collar of my shirt. “You schmell so goo…” her words slurs.
I look at the dental assistance and feel my face flush. She tries hard not to laugh, I’m sure she sees this daily.
“Well, Y/n, I think you’re all set to go home with your friend.” She hands some paper over to me, indicating they were her discharge forms.
Y/n pulls away and with a serious look at the assistant, “he’s my lover, he just doesn’t know it yet.”
The dental assistant played shock, “Oh, I did not know that. I hope you tell him soon then.”
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I look down at our intertwined hands, Y/n had insisted on holding my hand once we got in the car. She has my hand sandwich in between both of hers, as if I’ll try to pull away.
Little does she know, I never want her to let me go.
“Your hands,” she lifts my hand up as if inspecting it, “it’s so… big and… big… I love it.” She flexes my fingers straight, “you have such pretty fingers… so long… I have always wondered how they would feel inside me…”
I nearly ran at a traffic light.
This girl was going to kill us both.
I get us home in a timely manner, if she notices visible tent between my legs, she doesn’t say anything.
I put her in bed, and she doesn’t protest, thankfully. The next question is not meant to come out sexually, but it did. “Do you need me to take off anything?”
Her closed eyes slowly open, and she gives me a side glance. I don’t know if she was sobering up from the anesthesia or if she was still loopy.
“Can you help me take off my socks and jeans? I don’t like them,” she answered.
“Absolutely,” I answered and reached to first take off her socks and then went for her jeans, which she was trying to unbutton herself. “Let me do it.”
She drops her hands and lets out a deep breath. “Don’t judge my underwear…”
“I won’t.”
“Or my bra… I’m not like other girls where I wear matching stuff… I’m lucky if I wear a bra or underwear. I like going commando.”
I choke and cough at the same time. Does she mean to tell me that there were some days she wore no underwear underneath her outfit? I cleared my throat, “I won’t judge.”
She looks up at me with eyes that would make me fall to my knees before her. “Can you take off my bra too? My arms feel like spaghetti noodles.”
I blink, “Spaghetti noodles?”
She demonstrated, holding her arms up in the air and waving them. “Like this…”
I chuckle, “Okay, let me get your jeans off first.” She nods, putting her arms down. I take her jeans off and try not to get too excited when her panties are exposed. They have blue stripes on them. I reach for her hands and pull her up into a sitting position. “I won’t take off your shirt, I’ll just reach behind to unclasp the hooks to your bra.”
She narrows her eyes at me. “How do you know how to take off a bra? How many times have you done it? Huh?” She interrogated, eyes narrowing at you.
I blink, shocked. “What?”
She reaches for my hands and press both my palms to her tits, “do you touch other women’s tits too?”
I refused to answer her.
Her eyes water, and she lets go of my wrists, reaching behind to undo her bra. When she struggles, I call her name softly, reaching to grab her wrists to stop her. “Let me,” I say, sliding my hand up the back of her shirt to unclasp the hooks and pull the straps so she can slip her arms out. I grabbed her bra from underneath her shirt and set it aside, noting how warm the cups were. When I turned back to look at her, Y/n tossed her shirt over my head and looked at me with a blink stare.
Do. Not. Look.
“Are my breasts small?” She cups her breasts and jiggles them, “They’re so much smaller than the women around here.” She puffs out her chest, “Here, touch them, Tooru.”
Fucken hell…
When I don’t make a move, she reaches for my hands and places them on her breasts. They were warm and small, yet they fit in my palm just the way I have imagined they would.
“Your hands… are too big for them,” she pouts.
“They’re perfect,” I say softly, massaging them unconsciously. They were so soft, her perky nipples tickled my palm. I rub them softly, trapping her nipple between my fingers. “They are perfect to me and that’s all that matters.”
I need to stop.
But I can’t.
“Yes… just like that,” Y/n moaned, her eyes were shut, and she leaned back on her hands, thrusting her chest into my hands. “You make them feel… feel so good…”
I need to stop.
But I can’t.
My hands keep massaging them and my mouth water, wanting a taste.
“Tooru... oh fuck, Tooru... I love your hands... I love it... I love you...”
“We shouldn’t,” I choke, and pull away, quickly standing up. I push her flat on the bed, “Sleep, Y/n.”
She looks up at me with wide eyes, “Tooru…”
She was about to reach out to me when I stepped back, running a hand through my hair. “I’ll check up on you later.”
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Shit always changes when you cross the line.
I’ve been ignoring Y/n for two days now.
Thankfully, I got the green light to return for training and practice. I don’t know if it’s a blessing, but Y/n has been busy with other team members.
I’m a coward when she does try to talk to me, I’ve dodged her.
“Tooru.” I freeze right before escaping my room. “Come here.”
I turn around and face her. “Y/n.”
“I remember what happened.”
“Fuck,” I swear under my breath. I study her expression and body language, and it’s different from what I’m expecting. She looks scared.
“Well, cat is out of the bag.”
I frown. “What do you mean?”
Her expression softened as she said, “What I said that day of the surgery was nothing but the truth."
My ears ring with an annoying sound and I feel my brain has errored out. All I could utter was, “What?”
“I remember what happened and how I acted that day, but it was all real – is what I’m saying.” She sighs, “I’m sorry if I ruined our friendship or made you feel uncomfortable. I’m not going to hide it anymore since there is nothing to hide anymore.” She gives me a sheepish smile and shrugs, “All in all, it trickles down to that I’m in love with you, for a while now.”
I’ve never been more thankful of my long legs as it closed the distance in a second. I cup her face in my hands and kiss her. I’m so high with our kiss I barely feel her hands on my waist.
We both gasp for a breath of air when I break away, only for a second to say, “Me too, I have love you too.” My eyes shut as I rub my nose against hers. “This is so unreal.” I opened my eyes, and she was still in front of me and in my arms. “I’ve dreamed about this so many times.” I trail my knuckles against her soft cheek. “If this is a dream, I don’t want to wake up.”
Her eyes filled with tears, and she shook her head. “Kiss me again so I know it’s real.”
She didn’t have to tell me twice.
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[Thirteen days later]
Fate finally brought us together, only to separate us for two agonizing weeks.
The following day, after we cleared the air, Y/n was sent to a last-minute five-day conference in Mendoza, a few hours away.
I had to leave for an away game in Portugal the day she returned.
We could only resort to video calls.
“God, I miss you.” I sounded like a clingy person.
“Just one more day.” Her bare face made her look younger. I can see the freckles that she often hid under her makeup.
“Say it,” I demand, more like beg.
She makes a face at me before her cheeks redden and quietly mutters, “I miss you, too. A lot.” She turns the camera to Chibi and my boy barks, seeing my face. “We both miss you terribly. Your place is too quiet.”
“Our place,” I correct her.
My heart is about to burst. Y/n has assured me that she’s not used to verbally expressing her feelings, but for me, she will work on it.
Because I love that shit.
I love being told by Y/n…
“I saw you play today.” It makes me freaken elastic knowing she watched me play, even if it was through a screen.
“Did you behave today?” She knows how nasty I can get on the court; she has yet to know how nasty I can get in bed.
“I miss you, too.” She has yet to initiate it but hearing her return it is good enough.
“I can’t wait to see you tomorrow,” Y/n murmured.
“Me too. I can’t wait to return home to you two,” I say. My eyes focus on her neckline, which I wish so much to bury my face against. “Pull the camera back more; show me what you’re wearing.”
The corner of her mouth shifts, and she scoots the camera back. She wore a silk nightgown, and I could tell she was braless. Her dark areolas are clearly visible. My mouth is salivating.
“Fuck baby,” I swore, cupping my bulge.
“Stop,” she pleaded, “Be a good boy and wait… I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Fuck,” I groaned. “Say that again.”
“What?”
I open my eyes, not realizing I had them shut. I glared at her. “You know what.”
Her lips curve into a smirk. “Be a good boy, Tooru, and I’ll give you whatever you want tomorrow.”
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I hunted Y/n down and dragged her into her office, shutting the door and locking it. Before she could speak, I cupped her face and kissed her stupid.
“Mmm… Tooru…” she moaned, breaking the kiss to breathe. My lips moved down her jaw and neck as I kissed and nipped. “No marks…” I groan in disappointment, but she clarified, “no marks visible to the public.”
I smiled against her collar bone, “I can comply with that.” My fingers work at the buttons to her polo uniform top.
“Oooookay, you are serious,” she giggled and pushed me away. “We can’t do this here. No. Nope.” She put space between us, and I let out a frustrated groan. “You should go home and rest, I’ll see you later and we can catch up.”
I should have gone home right after the plane landed, but I just wanted to see her. I ran a hand through my hair, only to realize how exhausted I was. My eyes landed on her couch in her office. " Can I nap there?”
She raises a brow at me, “You want to nap here? Not at home?”
I give her a sheepish grin, “Baby, I just want to be wherever you are.”
She closes the distance between us and wraps her arms around my waist, burying her face against my chest for a split second before looking up at me. “Okay, I want that too.”
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I don’t know how long I knocked out for on Y/n’s small couch, but I wake up to her light kisses all over my face. A stupid smile is on my face.
“I’m done, let’s go home.”
That’s music to my ears.
“I love that,” I say without opening my eyes. My arms wrap around her waist, pulling her closer. “Let’s go home.”
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“Hmm, finally...” Y/n murmurs against my mouth.
The moment we made it home; I couldn’t wait for her to remove her shoes before I was already pouncing on her.
“Yes, finally,” I murmured. My fingers are quick to pull at her clothes, tugging whatever I can off. “You wear too many clothes,” I complained. Pens and other shit falls on the ground as I’m dropping her pieces of clothing. My fingers grip the elastic waist band of her pants and tug it down. My nose grazes her sex, and I inhale deeply, “Hurry up and step out of these pants.”
She leans against my shoulders to lift each leg and step out of her scrub bottoms. “So bossy.”
I look up at her, “You haven’t seen bossy.” I tug her over my should and slap her bare ass, carrying her to my room. I drop her on the bed and tug her to the edge of the bed. I pulled off her panties and I groan, getting a whiff of her pussy. “My mouth is watering... I need a taste.”
I drop to my knees and throw her legs over my shoulder. Like a hungry beast, I feasted.
“Please, Tooru... your fingers...”
I look up at her and slip my middle finger inside her, she was so wet and warm, almost making me cum in my pants. Her moans encourage me that I’m doing a good job, and I slip in a second finger. Her pussy walls clamp down on my fingers and I desperately want to replace them with my cock. “Do you like my fingers?”
Her head is thrown back, but she nods, “yes...” she breathes, “I love it... love your fucken long fingers.”
Her heels dig into my shoulders, and I laugh. “You’re hurting my cock’s feeling, baby.”
She lifts her head and stares at me dead on, “give me your cock, Tooru.”
With one hand, I manage to undo my belt and buttons to my pants in seconds and free just my cock. I stroke myself, giving it a good squeeze and pull. I pull out my fingers and coat my cock with her wetness. “Are you on birth control?”
“Yes,” she nodded, “I want you to cum inside.”
“Sweet fuck, Y/n. You say things I dream about.” I pushed the tip of my fat cock inside her, just the tip, and groan. I grab her thighs and widen her legs, pressing them onto my bed and thrust completely. “Shit baby... you feel so fucken good... so tight... so wonderful for me...” I look down at her with hazy eyes. Shit, she feels... euphoric. I don’t want to move. I don’t want to nut. I want to enjoy her wrapped around me.
Her giggles make me look up into her eyes, “cum Tooru, we have all night.”
Shit, I just spoke out loud.
My hips began moving, slow at first to savoring it but I let go...
Y/n’s moans started out quiet but gradually got louder along with the headboard banging against the wall. It fueled me and soon it remixed with the lewd noises of skin slapping skin.
I feel my rhythm falter cause I’m ready to explode any second.
“Please,” Y/n beg. She begged and I love it. I love begging Y/n.
My thumb finds her clit and I circle it, making sure she cums before I do. Her pleasure before mine.
“Cum, Y/n. Fuck, cum because of me,” I gritted. I was seconds away.
Just when I thought I wouldn’t be able to hold out for Y/n to cum, she cums and I follow a split second later.
My hips tremble and I pull out a bit to watch my cock jerk as I ejaculated in my girl’s pussy.
I lick my thumb that was rubbing her clit, savoring the taste of her before gently pressing on her clit again. She gasped and at the same time, her pussy squeezed tighter around my cock. That earned one last squeeze of cum out of my balls.
Slowly, I withdraw my cock out, instantly missing the warmth. Y/n definitely felt the same as she whimpered and her hands came to cup her pussy.
“No,” I mutter, pushing her hand away so I can see what happens next.
I loaded her pussy so full of my cum that it squirted out.
“There it is...” I say proudly. I’ve watched enough porn with creampies and dreamed of the day I get to cream my girl. Specifically, my Y/n.
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“What the fuck?” Hajime cursed from the other side of the phone. “Say that one more time?
“Iwa,” I sang his nickname from high school, “you knew I always harbored - “
“I’m talking to my sister asswipe, not you.” Hajime snapped.
“Don’t talk to my boyfriend like that,” Y/n snapped, “Tooru and I are dating, and you will accept it whether you like it or not.”
There was a long pause between the three of us. I was no longer looking at Hajime. My eyes were on my girl, the love of my life as she proudly called me her boyfriend in front of her brother – my best friend.
My heart was ready to burst.
“If you can’t accept it, well... that’s on you.” Y/n continued, she turned to look at me and gripped my jaw and pressed her lips against mine. It instantly turned into a make out.
“Fuck, stop. Okay. I accept, end this fucken call.”
Y/n pulls away, a satisfaction smile on her lips.
“Love you Jime.” Her brother muttered something along the lines, Love you too, before he ended the call.
She set her phone down and turned to look at me. “Do you think he realized it?”
I buried my face into Y/n’s back and shake my head no. My arms tighten around her waist.
She made the video call to her brother to announce our relationship while cock warming me.
Her hands cup my face, and she says, “You can cum now, baby.”
I lost my M365 license, so I had to move to OneDrive Live to write (not my favorite). I'm still writing, but my limbo is that I keep writing too long of a scenario that I don't know how to end it, and I don't want too many parts lol.
I want to just do short scenarios, but I get carried away.
This is wild, but you shouldn't be surprised with what I come up with. I couldn't miss this opportunity with these two Uchihas. I'm still so sad about the short amount of screen time we got of Shisui.
Warning: 18+, threesome (two alphas x omega), double knotting, breeding, pregnancy
A/B/O Master list
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[Five months prior]
Shisui picks you up, his strong arms each beneath your knees, spreading you wide. He slides you up and down against his lower abdomen until you sink onto his cock. “Fuck, you’re still so tight even after I’ve stretched you out with four fingers…”
Shisui already made you feel full… you don’t know how you were going to…
Your arms grip deathly around his shoulder, nails digging into his skin to hold on to him in case he dropped you. “Don’t drop me…”
“I got you,” he promised, “you ready, ‘Tachi?”
Your back is instantly warmed with another body. Itachi pressed against your back as Shisui pressed forward, sandwiching you between their bodies.
“Ease in slowly…” Shisui ordered.
“I know,” Itachi answered. You can feel the bulbous head of his cock rubbing at your entrance that was already swallowing Shisui’s monstrous cock. You feel a pair of lips press against your spine, “relax for me, baby, let me in.”
“Give – give me your pheromones…” Seconds later, you were floating higher than clouds on Itachi and Shisui’s pheromones combined.
His fingers spread your pussy lips, and you feel the tip of his cock pushing against Shisui’s to make room so he can enter.
“More,” you don’t know if it was you or Itachi asking.
The moment you feel Itachi’s cock push past the entrance and slide along Shisui’s cock, you arched into Itachi, moaning loudly.
“Good girl,” Itachi purred, “my fucken good girl… taking two alpha cocks at once…”
“Hmm, she is a good girl…” Shisui confirmed, pressing light kisses to your neck. “So good… our good girl… you’re ours…” His hands grip firmly at your ass and slowly lift you before pushing you back down on both cocks. “Slow and easy…”
“You’re our omega, Y/n…” Itachi nips your shoulder. His hand reaches to find your clit with two fingers as he rubs the sensitive nub that he suckled minutes ago. “Ours to fuck… ours to breed…”
“Yes! Yes!” you chanted, rocking your hips. “Please!... Please more… I need more!” Looking down, you can see your lower belly bulging with two distinctive outlines of cocks. The sight was erotic it made you wetter knowing you were taking two alpha cocks at once. “Oh God… you guys are so big… fuck… I love it…”
“You love our cocks plunging inside you?” Shisui teased, “You were so scared seconds ago, but now you’re so brave, taking both our cocks like a good girl?”
Itachi chuckles and grips your jaw, turning so that you face him, “Give us permission to knot you.”
“Hmm, have you had a knot before?” Shisui asked, nipping your collarbone.
“Ye – yes… but just one…”
“Well, we can give you both our knots… fill you up… you can go telling your girlfriends you not only knotted one alpha but two at once…” Shisui’s breath quickened as he fastened his hips, now just holding you in place as the both of them thrust inside you.
Your head buries into Shisui’s neck; the pleasure is sensational. You were close to your second orgasm already.
“Let us,” Itachi growled, his cock seeming to have enlarged inside you. He spread a hand over your belly that’s bulging, “Let us breed this womb.”
You should tell them no, but your body and mouth are saying something else. “Yes! Breed me! Give me your babies!” The thoughts of being full and round with their children and having miniature versions of these men unlocked a desire within you. “Please,” you begged, “I want a baby…”
Shisui chuckles, “Babies? Or Baby?”
“Can you imagine her pregnant, Shi?” Itachi grunts, thrusting slower but deeper. He was close to his orgasm. “We can take turns breeding her… fill her with our babies.”
“Let’s move to the bed for what’s to come,” Shisui said.
Before you can comprehend it, you’re on the bed, straddling Shisui with Itachi pressed behind you. You push yourself so your weight isn’t squishing Shisui, but he holds you in place. “I don’t want to squish you.”
He chuckles, “Love, you will not squish me at all.” He tugs you until your lips are pressed against his, and you instantly melt into his kiss. Shisui was a magnificent kisser. His kisses are addicting and leave you wanting more.
With your new position, you can rock your hips, starting with a slow pace. Their cocks have expanded, and you could feel them pressing against your cervix, both tips taking turns prodding the entrance for widening.
You groan, it was amazing how your body accepted two cocks and was adjusting to accept two knots.
You wanted this.
You want their knots.
“Oh God…” you moan, rolling your hips faster.
“Turn her now!” Itachi growled, and you’re flipped to the side, with both their assistance, they held your right leg up and began thrusting simultaneously.
Your eyes roll back as your pussy is stimulated and ready. Your cervix opening is welcoming their knots.
“Y/n!” Itachi groaned.
You whimper, pain shooting throughout your body as you feel the first knot take place.
“Ahhh…”
“Oh my… oh my God…” you moan. The second knot has expanded, squeezing with the other knot to lock in place.
“Fuck, Y/n – take it, take our knots!”
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[Present day]
“She’s severely dehydrated and malnourished,” You hear a faint voice say. “I’ve given her an IV, and that has seemed to clear her out of the danger zone. However, most importantly, she needs… well… her alphas – as you know, omegas need their mate – mates semen during pregnancy…”
“Yes, doctor, we understand.”
Your eyes shot open, and three men surrounded you: Shisui sitting on the bed to your left, Itachi standing at the end of the bed with his arms crossed, and this unknown person to your right. A doctor?
“Hey,” Shisui smiled, which was enough to warm your heart. He leaned over and brushed your cheek with his knuckles. How are you feeling? “
His touch instantly made you feel much better. You unconsciously reached for his hand and palmed your cheek, leaning into it.
Just like that, the heavy and uneasy feeling you have been feeling since finding out you are pregnant went away.
“A pregnant omega will crave for physical touch of her alpha – alphas… it will help soothe the pregnancy as it progresses.” Still nuzzling Shisui’s palm, you glance at this person. “Fetus can drain mother’s strength; their alpha must provide what she needs.”
“Understood,” both Shisui and Itachi answered, synchronizing.
The rest of their conversation was blocked out as you drifted back to sleep.
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“Y/n…”
Was it your fingers rubbing in between your legs?
It felt so good…
“Is it good?”
“Yes…” you breathed, your hips bucking against your fingers.
“Look at you fucking yourself on my fingers…”
Your eyes crack open to see Shisui towering over you; his hand is between your spread legs. His fingers slowly stroking in and out of your pussy.
“Keep going… take whatever you need, baby,” he leans down and brushes a faint kiss against your lips. “Tell me what you want, hmm?”
“You,” you whispered, “I need you.” You grip his forearm, “Inside me… please, please, Shisui.”
His fingers slip out of you, and you cry at the loss of his touch. He quickly pulled his sweater off and began undoing his belt buckle.
“Please,” you begged, touching between your legs.
Shisui gripped your wrist, “that’s my job.” He undoes the button of his pants and shoves it along with his boxer briefs down enough to free his aching hard cock. He grabs the back of your knees and pushes them into the bed to spread you wide. He grinds the underside of his cock along your pussy, sliding back and forth until you beg again.
“You want it? Put me inside you,” he growled.
You reached for him, guiding his tip to your entrance for Shisui to thrust home.
“Be gentle,” another voice growled.
“It’s been too long ‘Tachi… I miss this pussy…” Shisui choked with controlled thrusts of his cock. “So good…”
Itachi stood at the side of the bed, watching Shisui slowly fuck you. You reach for him, and he comes to you.
“No more running away,” he ordered softly, kissing you on the lips. His hand trails to the end of your sweater and slips his hand inside until it finds your bra. Pushing your cup out of the way, he finds your nipple, tweaking it with his finger and thumb. “You need us…”
You hummed, agreeing you were a fool to run.
He pulls away and pushes your sweater up, pushing the other cup away so both your breasts jiggled free. “Your breasts have gotten big already.” He palms both tits and massages them. “Are they already making milk?”
“No – not yet…” You’ve noticed the change in size and the color change of your nipple. They’ve gotten darker.
Shisui releases his hold on your legs and grips your hips. “’Tachi, look at this fucken cute bump,” he spread one hand against your belly.
Itachi hums, “I see, I can’t wait for it to get bigger in time.”
The cock inside you twitches, and you squeeze around it, “please, so close…”
“Me too, baby, me too…” Shisui pants, fastening his pace. He rubs your clit, heightening your sensitivity. “Fuck, suck her tits ‘Tachi… she loves it…”
Itachi swoops and latches on a nipple, sucking hard while tugging and tweaking the other side.
“No… no… no!” You moan, it was too much.
“Cum Y/n, cum for us…” Shisui coos.
Your body trembles as your orgasm explodes. Shisui cums seconds later, his cock jerks with each ejaculation. He slips out of you and falls beside you.
“Fuck baby, you milked me dry.”
“It’s my turn,” Itachi declares.
In a split second, you’re shifted over Shisui with the lower half of your body elevated. Itachi makes quick with his zipper and frees his cock, slipping right into you with ease. He pauses, savoring the feeling of being inside you once again.
You braced yourself above Shisui and looked behind your shoulder at Itachi, “Give it to me, Itachi.”
It starts with two painfully slow thrusts before he picks up the pace. The headboard bangs into the wall, along with the squeaks of the bed.
Shisui holds on to your waist, anchoring you in place for Itachi’s hard thrusts. “That’s it, baby, take him just like how you took me too.” He leans to take one of your peak nipples into his mouth, the side that was abandoned by Itachi’s mouth. His whole mouth tries to devour as much as possible, nipping and sucking until your whole breast is red and swollen but satisfied. “Can’t wait for milk to leak… I’ll be sucking these tits all day and night.”
You moan, arching your back. Your second orgasm was already near, Itachi’s cock showed no mercy for your pussy. You squeeze around his cock and earn a sharp slap to your ass.
“Behave, love. I’ll let you cum…” he rubs the stinging pain away before delivering another smack. “Promise us you won’t run away anymore.”
“Promise you won’t leave us… we’re nothing without you…” You look down at Shisui. His voice carried a hint of vulnerability, seeking reassurance from you.
Getting involved with them was not supposed to be permanent, alpha and omega help each other through heat and rut without lifelong commitment. That was what it was supposed to be: you helping two alphas through a rut. Your heat had triggered at the last second, probably from overwhelming pheromones of two alphas. Your common sense went out the door, and when it returned, you were filled with embarrassment and shame remembering the blurred moments of the five days of mind-blowing sex that included multiple knots… twice the amount of knots.
The moment that you could, you fled the scene.
It wasn’t a complex equation – nearly four weeks later, ten pregnancy tests all showed up positive.
It was worth the attempt to take the emergency contraceptive pill five days after the very first knot, but with two alphas, the pill didn’t stand a chance.
As if being pregnant was not challenging enough without your alpha – alphas beside you, you fell into a heap of difficulties from being separated from them.
The soreness coming from your left shoulder was a mark you had completely overlooked. That very same day, you found another one, this time on your right ear. You were marked twice!
The unbearable ache of separation pushed you to your wits’ end.
You arrived at Uchiha Development, and the lady at the guest service desk immediately requested you to follow her to a hidden elevator. You were told it led straight up to Mr. Uchiha Itachi’s office.
The drop in elevation pressure intensified your fatigue, and the moment the elevator doors opened, your eyes met those of your two alphas, their expression a mix of confusion and shock at your unexpected arrival – then you collapsed.
Itachi ceased his thrusts and leaned over your back, “Answer us, Y/n, promise you will never leave our side ever again.”
“I promise! I promise I won’t leave ever again,” you cried, “I can’t – I can’t leave again… it hurts…”
Shisui shushed you with a kiss, “Enough…” he looked past you, “You heard her Itachi, she promised. Now, make her cum.”
“Please, please, please,” you begged, looking over your shoulder. “Need to cum again… need your cum, Itachi.”
Itachi reaches for your jaw and angles it so he can kiss you. “You’ll receive it,” he promised.
Skin slapping skin echoed louder by the second.
“Harder!” You cried.
Itachi roars, pounding into you.
You cried out, bracing yourself as your second orgasm rips through your body. Itachi’s cock spasms, and he cums, continuing to keep thrusting.
“Take it, it’s all yours love…” Itachi’s soft voice demands. “You have all of me, I am yours…”
“Me too,” Shisui says from below, “I am yours, and you are ours…”
“Ours,” Itachi repeats.
“Yes, yours,” you uttered before you collapsed the upper half of your body on Shisui, snuggling into his neck. “Yours… only yours….”
You were full of their cum you barely felt Itachi slip out.
“Did we make a mess out of her?” Shisui asked with a playful tone.
Brushing his loose bangs back, Itachi smiles, “Yes. Yes, we did.”
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It should come with a warning that an omega can be disoriented during pregnancy if they are separated from their alpha… alphas… for too long.
It took 48 hours of being in the presence of your alphas for you to feel like yourself again.
It is crucial that a newly pregnant omega is always in the presence of her alpha, especially in the early stages of pregnancy. Their body and hormones have become imbalanced. A pregnant omega can feel weakened, shaken, and unsteady if they do not receive the following P3S (Pheromone, Saliva, Scent, and Semen) from their alphas.
In extreme cases, some omega can die if they do not receive P3S from their alphas.
“Well, that explains it…” you muttered, snapping your pregnancy book shut. If you had read this earlier or been educated about omega pregnancy, you could have avoided all the mishaps.
“Ms. Y/L/n?” You, Shisui, and Itachi looked up at the nurse who called your name. “We’re ready for you.”
“I’ll be fine, just wait for me,” you said to the two men beside you.
“No, we are coming too,” Itachi replied, helping you stand.
You should have known it was futile to deny them.
You can feel the stares of the other pregnant omegas in the lobby, watching you with two alphas.
Yes, they are mine, both of them.
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“It is good that you sought your – your alphas out before things spiraled out.” The doctor said she looked at your labs and went over the results. “Make sure you continue staying hydrated, more hydrated than usual. Do any of you have any questions?”
Shisui and Itachi both opened their mouth to speak.
“Yes.” They both said simultaneously.
The doctor looked at both of them, waiting to see who would speak first.
“You ask your question, Itachi. I think mine might be the same as yours.”
Itachi nodded and turned his attention to the doctor. “How about sex?”
You gasped and looked at the man to your right. You didn’t need a mirror to know your face was turning pink.
“Yep, that was my question, too,” Shisui laughed, “is sex safe during pregnancy?”
The doctor nodded, not even phased at all about the question. “As a matter of fact, sex during pregnancy does increase tremendously as well as… the intensity and frequency for some mated pairs.”
You shut your eyes, embarrassed. The doctor was describing you.
The 48 hours were nothing but sex, sex, and more sex.
“Sex will help the omega through pregnancy, and it can help with morning sickness, back pain, stress… you name it, sex will help. Some omegas have found that having a nest made helps with the short-term separation.”
“How short is short term?” You blurted. Maybe that was your solution: make a nest so you’re not pouncing at either of your alphas at any chance you got.
“A few hours at most… it depends.”
Shisui rests a hand on your thigh, “Don’t worry, baby, we won’t ever part from you to make you feel uncomfortable.”
“Any other questions?” The doctor waited for our response, “Well, then, should we go get an ultrasound done?”
You guys are guided to a different room with equipment set up.
“Can I have you lift your shirt to your breast, please?”
You do as you’re told, you had a small visible bump.
As soon as the lubrication was spread around your belly, the tool pressed against your abdomen shifted around until the technician pointed, “Here they are…” She zooms in on the screen, and you’re left wondering what you were really looking at. “So,” she begins, turning to look at you three. “It looks like you guys are going to be busy here…”
“What do you mean?” Shisui asked, concern lacing his tone.
She taps on the screen twice, “We have baby A here and baby B here…”
“Twins?” We all blurted.
“And baby… C, right here.”
“Triplets!” Shisui and Itachi exclaimed.
“Oh God…” you muttered.
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You were ready for this pregnancy to be over with. You are four weeks away from your due date, and the pregnancy is hammering down on you. You were exhausted and easily agitated as it became uncomfortable for you to do your daily basic things.
It was a challenge to roll out of bed or roll in general. You needed one of your alphas to always help you. It is mind-blowing how large you have become to nourish three babies.
As you near your due date, both Shisui and Itachi have taken a leave of absence to be with you at all times since you denied a private nurse.
You didn’t need them to treat you like you’re a fragile omega.
Though you were…
You cried at just about every ridiculous thing.
Your mood switched like the light switch.
You just wanted to be sandwiched in between both your alphas, intimate or not. You needed them beside you at all times, and you hated how clingy you’d become.
You pray it’s all due to the pregnancy hormones.
“I’m ready for you guys to come out,” you say to your unborn babies. They have been shifting around in the womb like it’s a jungle gym. Your skin rippled with their movements.
“Not yet, you still have four weeks left.” Itachi rubs your belly, which calms the babies instantly. Some nights, when you are awakened by their movements in the middle of the night, it’s their dads that can get them to calm down. You have a hunch that these babies were going to be daddies’ babies. “Stay in for as long as possible; we want you all healthy.”
“Technically, I can give birth already… it’s safe,” you counter, pressing your hand on top of his.
“Let’s not encourage them to come out early, please.” Shisui brings over a glass of orange juice for you. Freshly squeezed by the man. “If they’re anything like their daddy Itachi, they’ll come right on time. If they’re like me… they might come a little late…”
You sip your juice, “Well, that’s going to be hard, we can’t have one or two come out while one decides to wait or show up late… they need to hurry up and –“ you gasp, clutching your stomach. “Ow…”
Shisui and Itachi are by your side, “what’s wrong?”
“That didn’t feel like a kick… but I need to pee, help me up?” Both men, each taking your hand, supported you to stand, and all of a sudden, you feel yourself go. “Fuck.”
The sound of a pop and more fluid gushed down your legs. “That was my water…” your sentence was left unfinished as you screamed in pain.
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You sip your warm tea, watching both your men hold the babies. Itachi had two, one in each arm, and Shisui had one, cooing softly. Two boys and one girl. Neither dads have been able to take their eyes off the babies. You tried to take this time to catch up on some rest and were just happy to be able to get some sleep on your back. Watching them bond with the babies warmed your heart too much for you to even think about sleep.
Weeks ago, you had a conversation with them, who was the biological father of the babies. Both Shisui and Itachi said they didn’t care who the father was; they were both going to father the babies with you.
Your daughter was the first to come out, let out one cry, and immediately calmed down when her daddies spoke, telling her it was okay and that they loved her. If Itachi was a girl, this is what she would look like.
Your sons came out five minutes later, taking their time. They made their entrance with screaming lungs, both heads full of dark curls just like their dad, Shisui.
“Are we too loud?” Itachi asked when he noticed you weren’t sleeping. “We can move the babies to the private waiting area?”
The perk of having a VIP hospital room is that you have an additional connecting room for families to wait and stay overnight in comfort.
“No, I love watching you guys with the babies.”
“Do you want to hold them?” Shisui asked. Funny for him to ask when it clearly looked like he didn’t want to be separated from her.
You shook your head, “I held them for months, I’ll take this opportunity to feel 40lbs lighter.” You spoke too soon, one of your sons in Itachi’s arms screamed at the top of his lungs. Your short-lived freedom ended as you raised your arms out, “Bring him here.”
Itachi and Shisui both stood up and walked towards you, Shisui sat at the end of your bed as Itachi handed the screaming infant to you, bouncing the other sleepy one.
“Okay, okay,” you cooed, pulling your hospital gown to the side so you can nurse. He latched on and suckled hungrily. “Just like your dad…” You eyed Shisui, who grins right back at you.
“And this girl is just like her dad,” Shisui rubs her cheek, “calm and collect like her dad… yet mysterious like her mom…”
As if your other son in Itachi’s arms sensed his separation from his brother, he began to fuss. You reach for him, and Itachi brings him to you as you adjust both babies in your arms and nurse at the same time.
“Save some for your sister,” Shisui calls over, “how do you plan on nursing three babies with only two tits?”
Before you can respond, Itachi calmly adds, “Technically, five… us two included.”
Hello - sorry for going MIA for so long. I hope everyone is having a wonderful 2025 so far!
I'm still in my breeding Kiyoomi era. This is a little different as it's from his perspective.
Warning: breeding; pregnant;
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I rest my palm on her thigh, smiling, and it no longer makes her tense—not in a bad way, but in a way she was not expecting my sudden move. After a few times, whenever I place my palm on her thigh, it no longer takes her by surprise.
My next move will surprise her. Without taking my eyes off the road, I move my hand slowly towards her naked knee and faintly circle the tips of my fingers around her kneecap. I don’t miss the low inhale of her breath even with the quiet music playing in the car.
Y/n makes no move, and I smile wider.
Lazily, slide my fingers back down her thighs but dip my fingers beneath her fucken black tight dress she was wearing for the night.
Now, she tenses against my touch.
I keep my gaze on the road but my heart beats fast against my chest. She doesn’t stop me, giving me the impression to keep going.
In fact, my girl widens her legs, inviting me…
I push her skirt up until…
My head snapped in her direction, she was already looking at me, and she fucken smiled at me.
My girl was not wearing any panties underneath this fucken deadly dress!
“Eyes on the road, Omi,” she murmurs, shifting so she can open her legs. My middle finger touching her clit. She grabbed my hand to guide it to her hot sex, her wet sex.
God, I love her.
My eyes shifted back to the road as I tried to focus to get us to our destination without crashing.
My fingers acted on their own, sliding along her pussy lips. My cock ached, wanting to be where my fingers are.
“Thought maybe I could save you from destroying my panties and make it easier for you if I didn’t wear anything underneath…” she let out a moan when I slipped to fingers inside her, thrusting them in and out of her.
“Take your tits out and play with them,” I bark.
She unzips the zipper on the side of her dress and takes her arms out before pulling the top down.
Thank goodness, my car had tinted windows, her small tits freed, and she gripped her perky nipples, palming her mounds in her small hands and massaging them. She moaned loudly, playing with her tits.
Turning me the fuck on.
My fingers worked faster and harder, just the way she loved them.
We were close to the venue, but it took a quick turn.
“Wait… where are we…”
I pulled into an empty parking lot and pulled out my fingers to unbuckle my seatbelt. I scoot my chair back, “climb over, now.”
She quickly unfastens with her seatbelt and climbs over. My dress pants were already undone and my cock was already out of confinement, hard and ready to fuck.
Y/n straddles my thighs. Thighs she loves and praises, thighs she sometimes rides and gets herself off. Reclining my seat back, I guide her hips so she hovers over my cock. Reaching in between us, I held my cock stead for her. My next words shock me as I growled, “I’m going to fuck you raw and cum inside you.”
Y/n’s eyes widened, but she didn’t object. Her mouth opened, and she replied, “If that is what you want.”
I love this woman. She is mine. I’m never letting her go. She loves me so much that I don’t know what to do with all her love. I want more and more of it and I’m afraid one day she’ll run out. But she assures me, shows me, that I’m hers. I want to be hers, only hers. She cares about me in ways I never known. She makes me feel loved and seen. I matter to her.
In a room full of other competent men for her, she chose me. She. Chose. Me.
And I want nothing more than to continue to have her choose me for the rest of our lives together.
I brush back her strands of hair. “It is what I want, but do you want it too?”
She does, too, by sinking on my cock until she’s taken all of me. “I love the way you feel inside me,” she moans, eyes shutting.
My eyes shut as well; I’m ready to cum just from being inside her only.
Her lips press against my forehead, nose, and lips. “I want nothing more than to go to this event tonight, prancing around by your side while keeping your cum inside me. Knowing it could run down my thighs and everyone can see it.” She pressed a kiss to my ear, “especially knowing you are the only one who has this access to me, who can own me like this.”
My eyes snap open, her words enabling the possessiveness within me. She leans back and smiles at me. I grip the back of her neck and bring her lips to mine.
“Then you give me permission to cum inside you, cum in this pussy, my pussy.” She nods, whimpering when I thrust up into her. “I’m going to cum inside you, and you’re going to reach inside my pocket and use the plug I got, I don’t want a single drop of my cum to drip out, and later tonight, I’m going to check. If you hold everything I give to you right now, I’ll reward you.”
“Mm, what’s the reward?”
“What does my girl want?”
She nibbles on her lower lip. I know when she does that, she wants something, but because of my nature, she’s hesitant to ask.
“Ask me, if you be my good girl, I’ll give you whatever you want. If you hold my cum, safely inside your pussy… I’ll give you whatever you want.”
“I want your baby.”
I couldn’t help but smile. I have been dying to hear those words from her lips. “You want my baby?” I feign ignorance. I’ve wanted to breed her for weeks now. The thoughts came to mind when I saw her picture of her holding her new baby niece. She was radiant and glowing, holding the infant in her arms. I wanted it to be our baby.
My breeding kink manifested, and I couldn’t help but watch videos of men cumming inside their women, claiming them. Watching their cum ooze out of their women’s pussy, I wanted that for Y/n. I wanted to cum inside her badly.
I might have acted like a dog in a rut when she returned home from visiting her sister and her newborn baby niece. I pounced on her and took her like a starving beast. My balls were heavy and ready to burst, and all I could think about was just cumming inside her over and over until she was pregnant.
I growled her name, trembling as I brought us both to our peaks. I had one of her legs hooked over my shoulder and the other in between mine as I slowed my thrusts, feeling sensitive with her walls spasming around my cock.
Seconds later, I didn’t recognize myself, and when I finally settled and realized it wasn’t just a fantasy, I panicked.
“Hey,” Y/n cupped my cheek, a gesture she does when she knows I’m internally panicking, and it calms me down to feel her touch. “What’s wrong, baby?”
I ejaculated inside her pussy more than once. It scared the shit out of me, but it was exhilarating. I wanted to do it again. And again.
It was one thing to fantasize about it but another to execute it.
I fucken came inside Y/n, who was not on birth control.
“I just came inside you…” I heard myself mumble.
She nodded, “You did, multiple times.” She cupped both my cheeks, forcing me to look into her eyes. “What’s wrong?”
“I don’t know what got me to do that.”
“Hey, it’s okay, it was in the moment. I can get an emergency contraceptive and take it. Nothing to worry about.” She assured me.
I felt like a coward then, all I could do was nod my head, avoiding her eyes.
I didn’t want her to take any pills. I wanted to tell her that I wanted to cum inside her again.
It left a bitter taste in my mouth, watching her take the pill, my eyes settled on her stomach, disappointed that it wouldn’t be round months from now with a life we both created.
You’re a sick bastard wanting to put a baby in her without her consent, my guilty conscience gritted.
After that, we have gone back to using condoms.
“What’s wrong?” I asked when she didn’t answer me. “You can’t tell me you want my baby and go all shy on me now?”
She nods, pressing a palm to her belly. Her slight pressure can be felt with my cock inside her. “I want – well…” she stops midway and looks at me with eyes full of concern. “I’m… pregnant, Kiyoomi.”
Pregnant.
Kiyoomi.
I never thought those two words would go well together.
I groaned, not from what she just told me but from ejaculating inside her.
Y/n gasped, pressing both hands to my chest as she sat up. “Did you just –“
“Fuck, yes…” I murmured, holding her hips so I could thrust my cum inside her deeper. I reach to find her clit, rubbing it as I continue to rock her hips on my sensitive cock.
Y/n moaned, rolling her hips as I flicked her clit.
Y/n’s pregnant.
Fuck, she’s pregnant.
She’s having our child.
“Omi! Omi!..” Y/n cried, bouncing on my cock.
I pulled her down to me, hugging her so she wouldn’t smack her head against the top of my car. My hand rests firmly behind the back of her head protectively. Everything in me switched into protection mode. I slowly thrust into her. I must be careful with her now. “Cum, Y/n… cum for me…” I groan. I was going to cum as well, not realizing I was hard again.
We found our highs seconds later and remained wrapped in each other’s warmth.
“Do you want to just go back home?” I asked, praying she said yes.
Y/n lifts her head to peer down at me, “I do,” she giggles.
I break out into a laugh with her.
I bring her head down so I can kiss her. “How? I’ve been wearing a condom?” I tried to back paddle if I had forgotten to use a condom.
“You must have super sperm or something… or that pill was ineffective… or the condoms…” She pressed her forehead against mine and gazed into my eyes. “Tell me you want our baby, I want that as my reward. Tell me you want our baby as much as I do?” she whispered.
“Fuck, I’ll be good as dead if I didn’t want our baby,” I closed my eyes, remembering her telling me she was pregnant. “I’m so happy, Y/n. I’m so happy. I want our baby. I want you, us, and our baby. I love you.”
“I love you too,” she affirms. “Now, about that plug…” she reaches into my pocket and pulls out the tool, “I want you to put it inside me.”
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E/n: nothing edited, just whipped it before I lost it. I missed you all.
OKAY. I started something. I don't know where it's going but it's going to go somewhere.
Warning: TW - death & kidney failure disease, angst, daddy Rin (literally)
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Rin sits with his face buried in his hands, elbows resting on his trembling knees as he tries to process the news he just received just ten minutes ago. It was the best news he’d heard in what felt like an eternity.
A matching kidney donor has been found for his little girl, Ren.
Eight months ago, his five-year-old daughter was diagnosed with kidney failure and began treatment right away. Rin and his wife did their best to stay strong and hopeful for her, but things only seemed to get worse.
Six months ago, he lost his wife and mother-in-law in a car accident. In such a short time, life had completely turned upside down for both Rin and his daughter. With trembling hands, Rin dialed his mother’s number, and she answered on the first ring.
“Rintarou?”
“Mom,” his voice cracked, and immediately, he was bombarded with questions. “No, no—everything is still the same… but I just got good news from the hospital…” he took a deep breath. They found a donor match for Ren. We’ll be going to the hospital tomorrow to get more information.”
“Oh, that is wonderful news. Thank the Gods,” she cried.
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“The donor match currently lives in the US.”
Rin’s heart collapsed, “so… what does that mean?”
“When we submit test results to find a match, we don’t limit the search to within the country – it’s worldwide. We always consider the possibility that a match could come from anywhere,” Ren’s doctor explained, reminding them when they had agreed to allow any match. He gave a half-chuckle as if the situation amused him. “This is a unique case. The donor, a female adult, just so happens to be a vascular surgeon who specializes in kidney transplant patients. And now, she is getting first-hand experience.”
“Really?” Rin gasped.
The doctor nodded, “yes, I spoke to her directly this morning and she will fly out here with the time comes, so you do not need to worry about taking Ren abroad.”
A shaky breath is expelled from his chest and he looks down at his daughter who seems to be unaware of the conversation, just watching her iPad. He leaned down and pressed a kiss to the top of her head.
“If…” Ren’s doctor hesitated before continuing, “if you don’t mind me asking, Mr. Suna, I cannot reveal certain details I can’t disclose, but when I saw the donor’s match results, I was honestly stunned.”
Rin’s head tilted as he frowned, “why do you say that?”
The doctor frowned slightly and scratched the back of his head. “I recall when we were conducting tests, your family members all agreed to come in and see if they were a match for Ren. Was that… all of the family members?”
All immediate family members were tested as soon as Rin and his wife found out they weren’t a match for their daughter. Rin’s brow furrowed. “Yes, my wife was an only child raised by her mother. Her parents divorced, and she hasn’t seen her father since she was one year old. I only have one sister and my parents. Why? Is there a problem?”
“No problem at all, the donor has matched the blood, tissue, and antibody types and is currently undergoing a health test, and as soon as they pass, we can move forward with the next steps.”
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“Daddy?”
“Yes, baby?” Rin murmured as he carried her into their home. With her treatment, she is often tired and vulnerable. She would sleep at odd times throughout the day.
“Am I going to get better?”
“Yes, baby. You are,” he promised, “you’re going to get better very soon.”
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Three weeks later felt long, but according to the doctor, it was an incredibly fast process.
The donor was on their way and will arrive in a few hours. They will have to conduct one final test before proceeding to the surgery.
Rin has offered to pay for their stay while they’re in the country but they have politely declined.
He was thankful for this person but understood why they would like to remain anonymous.
“Some donor wants to remain anonymous to protect their confidentiality and protect the recipient.”
For some reason, Rin felt an overwhelming, eager desire to meet this donor. His heart yearned to encounter this person.
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“Go, go enjoy a night out with the twins.”
Ren hugged her teddy bear tightly, “you’ll be back later to tuck me in?”
Rin nodded, crouching down to her eye level. “Just tonight, grandma will tuck you in, is that okay?”
She nodded, “okay, I’ll see you tomorrow?”
“Yes, baby, I’ll see you tomorrow. I’ll be home later but just late after your bedtime.” He kisses her forehead, “I’m just going out with uncle Osamu and Atsumu for their birthday.”
“Okay,” she answered with a small smile, “tell them I miss them.”
Rin smiles, “I will, good night.”
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“Thank the Gods my baby girl found a donor!” Atsumu slapped a hand over his heart. “That’s the best news I’ve heard all week.”
Osamu raised his glass of beer, “cheers boys, cheers to baby girl matching a donor.”
They all raised their glasses in sync. “Thank you, it’s wonderful news and everything is going well.”
“Are you going to meet the donor?” Atsumu asked.
Rin shook his head, “no, they want to remain anonymous.”
“So, that means you guys will never know this person who is giving their kidney to Ren?”
Rin nodded his head, “correct. It’s unfortunate, I really wish I could meet them to thank them but the best I can do is give them a card, maybe?”
“That’s a bummer,” Osamu muttered, “I understand where they’re coming from but it’s not like… you guys know each other, you know? What’s so bad about meeting each other.”
“I’m not sure either, but I’ll respect their wishes, it’s the least I can do after all they are doing for my baby girl,” Rin says, twisting his wedding band around his finger.
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After parting ways with the twins, Rin decided to take a walk. He stuffed his hands into his jacket, the nights have become colder and colder. His wife’s favorite scarf hung loosely around his neck. It was one of the few items of hers that still had her scent and on days that he missed her more than usual, he would wear it, feeling a little closer to her.
It has been a while since he has gone out with the boys, let alone have some good beer and relax. It was much needed and he felt the buzz kick in.
It was a weekend and downtown was busy with a live crowd.
Normally he would avoid the crowd but something was pulling him towards that direction.
With a soft sigh, his feet began moving. He didn’t know where he was going, but he was going somewhere.
He needed to sober up before calling for a taxi, not wanting to return home intoxicated.
As he headed towards the busy part of town, it was like he was going through memory lane.
He is suddenly reminded of when he met his late wife Sumi seven years ago. They were set up through Osamu and his wife, Hayumi, and immediately hit it off. They married a year and a half later and welcomed their daughter shortly after.
Everything was going well, they were a happy family.
His heart nearly broke when his daughter was diagnosed with a disease that could take her away from him. His career was put on pause and he put his focus on his daughter alongside his wife.
His whole world completely shattered when he received the news his wife and mother-in-law were involved in a fatal car accident trying to make it to their daughter’s treatment.
He felt like a shell, barely living. The only thing keeping him going every day was his daughter.
A rush of school girls ran towards him, excitedly screaming as they recognized him.
“Oh my gosh! You’re Suna Rintarou!”
“Can I have your autograph!”
“Can we have a picture with you!”
Suddenly sobering up, Rin accepted the marker from one of the girls, signing his name and forcing a smile for the cameras.
“Goodness,” he murmurs, running a hand through his hair. He couldn’t help but feel a bit of life knowing he was still admired and recognized in the volleyball world.
“Excuse me, did you drop this?” A hand holding Sumi’s scarf.
“Oh,” Rin said, instinctively reaching for the scarf that was no longer around his neck. As he extended his hand to grasp it, he glanced at the person offering him. “Thank… you.”
At that moment, his world froze. It had been happening a lot lately, but this time, he truly felt everything stop. Time itself seemed to stand still as he stared into the eyes of the person before him.
How?
“Sumi?”
Her brow rose, “excuse me?” She blinked and then looked at the scarf and then up at him confused.
Rin grasped her shoulders, his eyes wide. “Sumi. Sumi?”
His grip around her tightened. His eyes scan her face. The eyes, the nose, the lips… everything looked exactly like his wife.
His breath heaved heavily, cold air burning his lungs.
He searched her eyes, finding anything that would prove it was his wife.
“You…” she breathed, her breath clouded the cold night.
He was unable to read her expression. Her eyes narrowed, in the way Sumi’s would when he and Ren was playing a trick on her.
His heart ache.
His hands drop and he turns away. “Fuck, I’m sorry,” he rubbed his face with his hands.
He was drunk.
He was hallucinating.
He turned around and the person was still standing there, looking at him with concern and hesitation. “Are you… okay?”
She looked so much like Sumi.
Exactly like her.
“You…” he blinked, tears blurring his vision. “You look - look so much like… my late wife.”
“I think you have the wrong person, I’m sorry.” She shoved the scarf into his arm and hurried away.
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“Is something wrong?” Rin asked his daughter’s doctor who seemed to be distracted, unlike himself.
“No, Mr. Suna.”
Rin wasn’t convinced.
He had been unconvinced by anything since two nights ago when he ran into a woman who looked identical to his late wife.
Nothing made sense.
He swears by his life that he was not dreaming or hallucinating.
She looked exactly like his wife.
“It was strange,” Rin mumbled, his eyes fixed on the chipped wood of the desk. “The other night… I ran into a woman…” he trailed off, unsure of where he was going with this conversation with his daughter’s doctor. “She looked…”
“Just like your late wife.”
Rin’s eyes met the doctor’s eyes. “You’ve met her too?”
His breath caught before he softly replied, “that is your daughter’s donor.” A heavy silence settled between them. “I had a video call with her and couldn’t believe my eyes. I thought maybe… I was – seeing things? That was a similarity but then again, we were on a virtual call.” He removed his glasses and rubbed the bridge of his nose. “I met her… in person, this morning… and she shocked the living shit out of me.”
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E/n: to try and combat this writing slump, I'll be posting random writings to get back so bear with me on this bandwagon.
hey!!! just checking in i hope you’re doing well!!!
Hey! It has been a hectic couple of weeks. I’ve been away from my laptop and haven’t been able to write at all. I have so much bottled up, just need to write 😅 I hope you’re doing well 💛
Can you please write a fanfic where reader is kakashi's soulmate who isn't aware about it... She doesn't believe in soulmates so shika and kakashi and the gang and others help kaka by hiring the reader as personal chef in the hokage residence.. they slowly begin getting close and it's followed by fluff and smut.. please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please
Hi there! I can maybe write something similar but I’m not sure I can hit all the bullet points in your request, I’ll try my best as I do have a ‘soulmate’ au and Kakashi is always fun to write about.
Happy (belated) birthday to my first love in all of anime history
Warning: medium spice/smut
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Kakashi was too old to be out after 10 PM. He took one last shot with his friends and family and excused himself, leaving the bar.
He checked his phone, no new messages were waiting for him.
The message he sent twenty minutes ago was left unread and he knew without a doubt why.
There was only one place he wanted to be tonight and he headed straight there.
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He found her exactly where he had expected. She was stretched out on the couch, lying on her stomach, nose deep in a book, with headphones over her ears, likely playing the music she’d chosen as the soundtrack to her novel.
Her phone was nowhere in sight, so it was no surprise to him she hadn’t responded to him.
As if sensing someone was staring at her, she slowly shifted her intense gaze off her book and turned her head, her eyes widened and she squealed. “Kakashi!” she shouted, a hand over her heart. “You scared me!” She chuckled and suddenly frowned, “what are you doing here?”
Kakashi’s eyes narrowed onto her chest, seeing she was wearing an oversized shirt, her perky nipples erect against the materials. He could only guess why she was turned on from her book because it was hardly chilly. “I texted you.” He let himself in with the spare key she had given him. He approached her like a predator with their eyes locked on their prey. “Why didn’t you respond to me?”
Y/n quickly sat up on her knees, not before putting her bookmark in place before closing her book. She pulled off her headphones and set them aside before blinking and probably wondering where her phone was. “It’s charging in my room, I didn’t hear any notification through my headphones.”
Kakashi stood in front of her and cupped her jaw, tilting until their eyes connected. He loves her hazel eyes. With his height, she was at eye level with his hips. Her eyes dropped to his crotch and he growled, instantly hardening.
Her eyes shifted up towards his, “why are you here?”
“It’s my birthday,” he tells her, his thumb rubbing her jaw. “I wanted to see you…” he said what his heart longed to tell her.
“It’s your birthday?” Y/n’s tone is accusing as if she doesn’t believe him.
He reaches inside his back pocket and whips his wallet out at her.
With her jaw still in his grip, she snatches his wallet and opens it, seeing a wad of cash and cards and then his ID. “Well,” she looks up at him, “happy birthday Hatake Kakashi.” She hands his wallet back to him. “Should I feel special that you’re here with me on your birthday night?”
Kakashi’s eyes land on her lips and he hums. “You feel special even though I’m the birthday boy?”
He doesn’t take the wallet so she stuffs it inside his pocket. Her fingers hook around the loops of his belt and she tugs him closer. “Then, why have you disturbed me and my reading then? You shouldn’t have come if I didn’t respond to you. What if…” she looks up at him, “I was with someone else?”
His eyes narrowed, “are you with someone else?”
“Always with my book characters,” she answered teasingly. She jerks her jaw away, leans forward, and rests her forehead against his lower abdomen. Y/n let out a breath before turning her head to look up at him, “I thought we agreed we should stop seeing each other?”
Kakashi’s heart dropped and he sighed, he knew she would bring it up. He couldn’t help but hope she wouldn’t. That he could fuck her good and he could leave, like all the other times.
But the last time, three weeks ago, she dropped the bomb on him, wanting to end things between them.
“I don’t want to do this anymore.” She said after he pulled up his pants. She tossed him his shirt. “Let this be the last time, okay?”
He’s done it more than once, ending things with other women, and never had a problem walking away. But he couldn’t help but feel like he was just punched in the guts by her words. “Okay,” he answered coldly, pulling his shirt on. He muttered before taking off, “take care, Y/n.”
And that was the last time they have spoken.
Kakashi’s hand slipped underneath her jaw and gently forced her to look up at him again. “I know, but I can’t stay away and I realize,” he swallowed, “I don’t want to be away from you anymore.”
“What are you trying to say?” she asked after a few seconds of silence.
“That I’m in love with you, damn it.” He growled before dropping down and crouching in front of her. “I’m in love with you and I want to be with you, just you.” He declared softly, staring straight into her hazel eyes. “Tell me you want that too?”
Their relationship started as a one-night stand that eventually became multi-night stands. They both understood their needs for each other and sought out one another when their needs needed to be met.
Kakashi saw another woman aside from Y/n and over time, he realized he was beginning to see Y/n in her. He could no longer deny that his heart was making a spot for Y/n. Eventually, he cut all ties with this other woman and only focused on Y/n.
His career had him traveling far and constantly that he did not want to settle. He doesn’t know when things started changing, but he found himself wanting to be home more, wanting to just see her, wanting more relationship-related things. He stayed the night once and woke up with her in his arms and he couldn’t remember the last time he felt something so right.
Everything felt right with Y/n.
“Kakashi,” Y/n whispered, her eyes softened. “Are you sure? Are you sure… you I’m enough?”
He lets out a chuckle, “I should be asking you that, am I enough and worthy for you? Compared to your book boyfriends?”
She scrunches her nose and looks away thinking. “Some of them are debatable but want to know a secret?” She beckons her hand for him to come closer and leans to whisper in his ear, “you’re who I imagine in my books… with brown hair… black hair… it’s always you.”
Kakashi groans, his grip on her tightened. “You always know how to rile me up.”
“Stand up,” she murmurs with authority.
He raised a brow and stood up and his eyes bulged when she reached for his belt buckle. “What – what are you doing?”
She freed him, freed his cock out from his boxer briefs. “I want you – in my mouth.” She peered up at him beneath her lashes. Her hand fist around his cock, barely going wrapping around his cock as she brings the tip to her lips, rubbing his pre-cum along her lips. “These lips…” she kissed the tip, “or the other lips?” She reached to touch between her legs, no doubt rubbing herself.
“Both?” he asked, hopeful in his tone.
“Since it’s your birthday… I guess I’ll let you be greedy.” Her mouth wrapped around the tip of his cock, her tongue swirling and lapping along the ridge of his cock. She could feel the veins against her tongue and took him further into her throat until she gagged.
Kakashi gaze down at her watching her choke on his cock as he combed his fingers through her air. Grabbing her face firmly, he began thrusting into her mouth, rocking his hips and groaning in pleasure.
“I’m gonna cum…” he announced and spills down her throat. He praised her, “good girl… my good girl…” he pulled out and watched some of it drip down the corner of her lips. “Always so good for me… no wonder… you stole my heart.” His thumb wipes away the residue and he licks it.
He hauls her over his shoulder and marches to her bedroom in one swift movement. His palm slaps across her ass, “now onto the other lips.”
Y/n giggles as she pushes her hands against his ass to hold herself upright. She gives his tocks a good squeeze, earning another slap to her ass from Kakashi. “I’ve always wanted to do that.”
With a hand pressed behind her upper back and one wrapped around her knees, he gently lowered her down onto her bed. He crawled and straddled her, towering over her.
“I need the truth,” he rasped, “do you – do you want me for me… for 44-year-old me?” He pauses, to see her attention is all on him.
It made him uncomfortable when he discovered how she would give him all of her, sincerely and genuinely. He never had a woman want him for himself before until he met Y/n. She’d gazed at him and listened to him, wanting to know things that no one else bothered to ask. At first, Kakashi had no intention of keeping her around when she began wanting to know how his day went, and how work was going… he didn’t want to give her hopes of being a boyfriend. But she genuinely wanted to know his day, know who he was and he couldn’t deny her that. He longed to feel needed and not just be a distraction. He wanted permanent, not temporary.
“I have a demanding career there might be times I won’t see you for weeks on end,” he swallows the lump in his throat. “All my life, being in the military was all I needed and known… until you.” He pressed a kiss to her forehead. “Since meeting you, you rewired my entire existence and it scared me, scared me shitless.”
“Kakashi…”
“You’ve made me want to finish up my mission faster and safer… so that I can come back to you,” he admitted softly. “When you told me you wanted to end things with me, it destroyed me and I did what I did best… run. It wasn’t until the days got closer to my birthday that I had a reality slap, making me realize that I was going into another year of life, and for once, I wanted something different. I wanted to make a difference.”
He inhales softly, “I don’t know what I can give you, for sure my heart… and mind-blowing sex… but anything you want from me, I’ll give it to you. Just give me you too.” He rests his forehead against hers. “So, will you take me?”
Y/n’s fingers thread through his silver hair from the back of his neck. “I have fallen in love with you the moment you began reading my books with me…”
Kakashi let out a laugh, “they are good…” he paused and his eyes widened, “you love me?”
She nods, “yep, for a while.”
A soft breath exhales from his chest, “I don’t deserve you, but I want you still… tell me, do you want me? You still haven’t answered.”
“Always.”
“Okay, Professor Snape,” he teased, pressing his lips to hers. “Can I… take your offer on the other lips?” He slipped his hand inside her panties, feeling her wet sex. He slipped a finger inside, groaning. “Can I?” he eagerly asked.
“Yes, always…”
Looking into her eyes, he smiles, “no more fucking… just love-making…” he frowned at her pout, “what?”
“But I like your fucking though…”
He groaned, he loved her innocent dirty mouth. “You can have both – fucking-love-making…”
You were awakened by familiar hands around your hips, turning you onto your stomach. You feel the cool air hit your ass as your cotton nightgown is pushed up and seconds later, your panties are pulled down your legs.
“Baby?” you murmured, lifting your head to look over your shoulder.
“Shh,” he coos. Your clothing is pushed up and bunched halfway to your torso. He covers your petite body with his, you feel all of him pressed against you. His cock is sliding between the cheeks of your ass as he grinds into you. “I need you…” He sandwiches you against the bed, brushing your long hair off your shoulder as he kisses and nips your skin. “Be my good girl…”
You hummed, laying your head down again. When Kiyoomi calls you his good girl… you know it’s your favorite Omi.
Just this Omi only came out at night.
He trails his tongue along the curve of your shoulder to your neck and nips your ear, “are you going to be my good girl?”
You nod your head and feel his cock slide into you, where he belongs.
He groans into your ear, a low sexy groan that he knows does things to you. He doesn’t move but settles until all of him is inside of you.
A low breath fans your ear. “You’re so wet. Are you going to let… daddy take care of you?” He chuckles when he feels you tighten around his thick cock.
You had jokingly mentioned the night before about calling him daddy.
“You like that? You want me to be your daddy?” His grip on your hip tightens, “answer me.”
“Ye – yes…” you choked.
“I didn’t hear you.”
“Yes… daddy.”
Goodness, you hate but love this man.
Kiyoomi tortures you with slow and deep thrusts. “Are you also going to take all of daddy’s cum?”
You let out a shaky breath, your elbows digging into the bed as it supports your weight. “Yes, daddy… I’ll take all your cum…” your voice pauses, “please… please give me all your cum daddy…”
You don’t need to see, but you can feel his smile against your skin.
Though you and Kiyoomi both know you are not ready to start a family yet, you weren’t oblivious to his desire to fill your womb with his cum. You recently got on birth control and told him the night before that it was okay for him to not use condoms anymore.
You were surprised when he did not pounce on you right there and then, instead, he pulled you close and kissed your forehead, wishing you good dreams.
The bed began to shake and squeak loudly with the intensity of his thrusts.
Fwop. Fwop. Fwop.
“Let me hear you,” Kiyoomi growled. Half his weight is lifted off of you as he leans straight up and rolls his hips. His palms grip your ass, squeezing them, digging his nails into your skin. “You’re so wet…”
You’re suddenly jerked, your ass is pulled up and you’re on your knees. Your back is arched and your lower half angled to feel how deep his cock is embedded inside you.
Kiyoomi pounds hard and fast.
Fwop. Fwop. Fwop.
“Yes… yes…” he groans when you cross your ankles. “Squeeze me baby…”
You’re suddenly left empty and flipped onto your back. Kiyoomi spreads your legs wide and pushes your knees into the bed. He presses his weight into you, leaning down to kiss you hungrily.
Fwop. Fwop. Fwop.
“Omi… Omi…” You whimper and moan when he nips your lower lip painfully. A sharp slap to your thigh makes you quickly correct yourself. “Please, daddy… I’m so close…”
“Me too,” he breathes, “going to cum in this pussy, fill you up… fill up my good girl… daddy is going to fill you up and breed you…”
Your arms lock around his neck and moan, “yes! Please! Please!”
Fwop. Fwop. Fwop.
You jerk against Kiyoomi, crying out as your orgasm hits you powerfully.
Kiyoomi meets his orgasm seconds later. His heavy and large body stills against you but his hips continue to pump even as his cock twitches inside you. You’re instantly filled with warm liquid, a sensation so phenomenal.
The next time you woke up, Kiyoomi was fast asleep beside you.
You blink, staring up at the ceiling.
Did you have an erotic dream?
Reaching for your phone, it was almost 8 AM. Looking at your sleeping boyfriend, that was considered late for him.
Sitting up, Kiyoomi’s heavy arm falls onto your lap. Your nightgown was still on with your tits practically hanging out.
“Was it a dream?” you murmured.
“Was what a dream?”
You glance at Kiyoomi before pulling the ends of your gown up, your panties are gone.
“So it was not a dream?” There was no evidence between your legs.
Kiyoomi nuzzles into your belly, “it’s too early.”
“Omi, baby, it’s almost 8 AM.” He groaned, muttering something under his breath. “Do you have practice today?”
“No, no practice… want to sleep in…”
You push back his curls, feeling his temperature. “Are you feeling okay?” You frown when you feel it against your thigh, “are you – hard?”
After a second round, you are seated on his lap at the kitchen table. You are wrapped in your throw blanket, naked underneath, sitting on your boyfriend’s lap who is only in his boxer briefs.
“So,” you tilt your head, “what was that this morning?”
Kiyoomi avoids your eyes as he has one arm tightly wrapped around your back, and the other hand is feeding the both of you cereal.
He blinked a few times before looking up at you, a faint pink blush on his cheeks. “I… have been having weird dreams…”
“Weird dreams?” you questioned, “what kind?”
“Of you…”
“Weird dreams of me?”
He buries his face against your chest. “You keep taking advantage of me in my dreams. Teasing me and leaving me with blue balls in my dream… and I would wake up hard…” he mumbles, “it’s all your fault.”
You giggle, “my fault?”
He looks up at you with innocent eyes, “yes, your fault. You dropped two bombs on me this past week… wanting to call me daddy and telling me I don’t need to wear a condom now… it started giving me fucken wild dreams… so you needed to take responsibility this morning.”
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E/N: This man... you know it's hot stuff when you have to add the sound effects LOL.
