i'm never getting over the fact that romance as a genre, as the HIGHEST selling genre, exists largely because straight women fantasise about being loved and treated kindly by men and men constantly make fun of this because they think it's just that unrealistic that they could cherish women and that women are stupid in the first place for wanting such an impossible thing
Tags/tw: high school setting but Kuroo and reader are 18+, jealousy, claiming bite (aka small blood mention), knotting, breeding mention, oral [f.receive]
WC: 8k
A/N: I made you wait for your request long enough @cuillen I’m sorry for that at least lol. But here it is! Bonus that it’s a submission for @daichidaichidaichi’s Hybrid Collab, so if anyone is in need of any more feral 2D men just slide on over to the collab post -> click [ here ] <-
A/N 2: The sincerest of thanks to @vanille–kiss and @meiansmistress for both beta reading and brainstorming with me on this fic. It wouldn’t have been finished otherwise. Additional thanks to @oneblonded @bohica160 and @[will be added later] for reading through and content checking for me!<3
“Thanks again for helping out,” Kiyoko smiles at you as you help unload the bus. “With Yachi sick, we could use all the help we can get. Not every team is lucky enough to have managers.”
You give the soft-scented beta a warm smile. “Of course. Not like I could say no when Kou and Daichi-kun ask so nicely.” You shoot your brother a smile that’s a little too forced and he chuckles awkwardly.
Kiyoko laughs at the silver-haired alpha’s reaction. “Sugawara, did you coerce her into coming? I told you it would’ve been fine.”
“I did not!” Suga protests goodnaturedly, pouting. “All I said was that it would be so sweet of my little sister to give us a hand. She’s been to enough of our games to know what to do anyways.”
“We’re the same age, Kou.” You roll your eyes when he gives you a cheeky grin.
“I’ve got twenty-two minutes on you, so you’re still my little sis,” he teases, pinching your cheeks until you throw him off with a heatless glare.
“Alright you two,” Daichi intervenes sternly. “We’re the older ones here, we have to set an example.”
The gentle but warning scent that rolls off of the alpha captain makes the three of you duck your heads instinctively, muttering soft apologies, but you still stick your tongue out at your brother one last time before grabbing your overnight bag and following Kiyoko into the school building.
The moment you enter through the door, you’re hit with the overwhelming scent of—
It's here everyone!! My animated iwaoi comic Prune! You know me, its Oikawa, it's plant symbolism. You can read it here: https://myrdrottningen.itch.io/prune
I'm gonna post some of my favorite pages in a reblog, stay tuned!!
➳ tags ;; fluff n smut, getting together, first times together, unprotected sex, intentional lower case 18+
➳ wc ;; 1.9k (WHAT THE FUCK)
➳ a/n ;; ask n u shall recieve (i had rlly bad brainrot tn actually)
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if you had to describe ushijima wakatoshi in one word, you think the word you would chose is inevitable.
in·ev·i·ta·ble | /inˈevidəb(ə)l/
adjective
certain to happen; unavoidable
of all the ways you could describe a person, it's probably not the best word. you could think of a laundry list of other ones to describe - really. hard-working, dependable, strong-willed, mindful, cautious. he's a lot of things and you think that's why he's so good at what he does. he's powerful but he he's brilliant at where he uses that power.
you would also use words like that to describe him, if you had too. if you had to give someone the run-down of wakatoshi - you could probably give them a whole speech about his accolades. he's probably the kindest person you know and he does that mostly on accident. he helps little old ladies carry groceries and lets your niece climb his arms like monkey bars with the most plain look on his face.
he's a lot of things - funny on accident, charming on purpose. but of all the things he is - to you, the thing he is most, is inevitable.
it's not hard for you to admit that you weren't exactly.. welcoming to ushijima when you first met him. you were a barista and he was well.. a big, pro-athlete who came to buy straight dark coffee every morning. after his work-outs (or what you figured was workouts since he always looked pretty sweaty) he bought himself precisely one pastry and a bottle of water and went about his day.
and it went like that for months. obviously you found him handsome - the way you could basically autopilot your shifts but completely broke down when he was there was evidence of that. he was tall, broad, handsome and nice. the kind of man who meets your grandmother, you think.
he always asked about you and you gave him short answers. too nervous to elaborate but he made you anyways, somehow and some way. and he comes back to you every week with details of your life you'd only mention in passing. he'd chuckle - a soft little smile at the way your eyes went wide. for someone so dense, he wasn't all that out of touch when it came to you. one morning your hands trembling just a little more than normal when you hand him back his change
(he tells you later he paid in cash just to see you stumble)
and he asks you with a plain look. observant.
"do i make you nervous?"
that's when you knew, really. you stood no chance against the all-consuming force that was and is ushijima wakatoshi. the subtlety and nuance in all of his actions left you worse for wear and any suspicions you had about how he might be treating you were to be confirmed much later down that line.
he's dense in the same way avocadoes are fruit. it's true, technically - but in a lot of ways and functionally it's just not the same. you think that the better word to use for him is selectively intelligent - like he doesn't bother thinking about anything that doesn't interest him for more than two minutes. but on the rare occasion it does interest him, i.e how you interest him - he becomes some kind of expert.
you've always been a little stubborn when it came to love. heartbreak does that to you - and you were overly cautious with ushijima. you let your heart walk on eggshells. you didn't let his gestures or touches or glances mean anything to you. you didn't let yourself be swayed by the smell of his cologne - sweet and woodsy on the back of your throat. not by the way he placed his hand on your lower back to walk past you on days off.
and when he took you out, to see the movies and stargaze, you told yourself it isn't a date. you tried your best really. because there is something really unbelievable about ushijima wakatoshi liking you - beyond the fact that he's some pro-athlete.
there's something about him that's a little unreal. not that he's perfect, but that all of his flaws make him more attractive. it almost bothers you but he doesn't seem to understand when you give him those lengthy explanations. hands making all types of gestures, flustered as he smiles. he doesn't take anything from your little lecture that day, just gives you a once over as he drives you home.
"oh, so you find me attractive?"
you didn't stand a chance. he was, and is, inevitable. everything about him has this powerful but subtlety all-consuming nature to him. you think the best way to think of it is like letting yourself float. the way you release the weigh in your body and inevitable give into letting it hold you. even if waves came - you'd probably stay in that state.
ushijima is like that. a constant presence and overwhelming force. you get swayed without even thinking. he could probably become president, if he really wanted. lucky for everyone else, he just wants to play volleyball. you think that it's a shame in equal parts that it's a gift but you digress.
the point is that you could never really be away from ushijima. and as hard as you tried to avoid the growing affection - you find that ushijima is always a few steps ahead. always reaching far beyond you with big, strong hands.
you try so hard, to avoid the inevitable. you do it with your whole soul. you're honestly just.. intimated. you've never felt something like him before - not once in your whole life. you're afraid of what'll happen when you succumb to the waves so you dodge the deep sea for weeks and weeks.
he found you after your shift one day after 3 weeks of dry texting and avoided phone calls. wearing a suit and a purple shirt and a nice watch, he has flowers too. and you're in.. a barista uniform with tousled everything and smudged mascara.
inevitable is really the only word. as you stop dead in your tracks, and as ushijima pulls you aside with the mostly gentlemanly smile. you kind of wanna cry when you look at him.
"i've waited a long time but i don't think i can much longer,"― he shifts a little. he almost looks nervous - it's the first time you've ever seen him look anything but overwhelmingly confident ― "i like you and i'd like to be with you,"
he doesn't really offer you much other than a confession and his hands. the frustrating thing is that he doesn't need to. it's the first time he's seen you cry but he handles you well, does it easily like he does everything else. like somehow he's just good at it, soothes you while you sob into his chest and melt into his presence and let yourself fall underwater.
in a probably not so surprising turn of events, you find that ushijima fucks with the same approach that he does most other things.
with careful consideration that seems effortlessly. it makes you feel a little hopeless that he feels good at everything. even at comforting you.
the first time you have sex, you take off his shirt for him. and he takes your hand and puts it up to his chest. gives you the most gentle look. his heart-beat is rapid.
"you make me .. nervous too. just so you know,"
the one thing about ushijima is that everything about him is big and wide and broad. he kisses you like he's trying to circle the solar system - there's a slowness to it. a vastness as he has you seated in his lap with his hands exploring up your body. his hands are everywhere. he's good with them. not too gentle but not too rough as the spread your thighs open.
he cups your pussy and it fits in his whole palm. his middle finger teases your slit as his kisses travel south, down your jaw and onto your neck. they latch onto your chest with a little breathless sigh - like he can't even breathe. it makes you clench when he talks to you - raspy.
"you're.... beautiful,"
he makes you shy. so shy as you lean forward a little and rock into his hand - a burning need nipping at you. and his eyes widen and his cock stiffens and his breath hitches and you think this is the first time you've caught him off-guard before. you wanna bask in it but you're too desperately so you latch onto his lips again.
ushijima does everything right. with knowledge in it. he kisses you and sucks on your tits and plays with your clit with this.. knowing. he likes seeing you fall apart he thinks. he likes how you get when he takes it much slower than he needs too - how he drags you through one orgasm to another with this lithe. he lets you lean over his shoulder when he fingers you - and his two fingers stretch you out like four of your own.
his cock is big. bigger than you think any person could ever take. you stare at it for a long while, gaping at it. your hands barely fit around it and that image burns itself into ushijimas brain like a permanent memory. your mouth falls open and your eyes look hazy and ushijima thinks that he's never wanted to be inside of something so bad before.
"it's so big," ― you whisper, hoarse ― "i-it won't fit,"
"i'll make it fit," ― is his only reply, kissing the crown of your head ― "sit tight,"
he does, by the way. make it fit. he makes it fit good - makes it stretch your pussy out but you don't feel like you'll break. there's a little pressure inside, and your clit swells with desire and blood - but it fits. and his eyes are glued to the way your cute little cunt seems to be swallowing him like it's nothing. it's enough to make him lose his mind.
"c-can i move?"
you nod and he does. slow at first. he draws the noise from you - a slow and soft moan leaving your lips as he drags his cock in and out of you. but it gets faster, goes much faster than you thought it could.
eventually he has you bouncing in his lap, on his cock, with such force that you feel like you can't breathe. it feels unbelievable, sets off a supernova in your gut like at any moment you could come undone. you feel like you're breaking and ushijima doesn't help, soft grunts and whispered affections.
"you're so beautiful," and "im so happy" that make you feel dizzy. you'd probably give him anything he asks for. he bounces you on his cock and lets his thumb just rest on your clit and you're so close you can almost taste it.
"cum for me," ― like he's begging ― "please,"
what choice do you have anyways? you cum on his cock with a silent scream, like your voice is tearing a blackhole into space and you shudder while he holds you in place. he finishes only seconds afterwards.
"did it feel good?"
you give him a wide-eyed look. he's dense at times. you don't know how to hate him for it so you just sigh and nod, cozying to him.
"y..yeah,"
he kisses your forehead, sweaty and tired.
"good,"
yeah. you were right.
you never had a single chance of winning against him.
Headcanon that because Bokuto says “HEY HEY HEY” so much that it’s become a thing at his games for the crowd to go “HEY HEY HEY” with him. So whenever he slams down a cross shot or something it’s just an uproar of “HEY HEY HEY” and he gets so fucking excited and it’s such an ego boost for him.
I don’t think that his body could handle that much praise tbh
— 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: in times where no one loved her the way she needed to be loved, he was the one to hold her. how dare they intervene in a love oh so gentle and genuine?
"And that's all I have to say about this, young lady", your father's deep voice echoes through the space of your living room with such heaviness, you feel the pain of your heart breaking into pieces in every bit of your body.
"My daughter is not going to waste her time and innocence on a piece of shit like him", he adds, his eyes never once leaving yours like he’s trying to make sure every single one of his words hurt you as much as possible and the amount of hatred and anger in his usually so calm and collected eyes has a thick veil of tears blurring your sight.
"Don't talk about him like that!", you spit back and dig your nails into the pillow on your lap as you try to hold yourself back from saying what’s on your mind and making things even worse.
"He's not a piece of shit, he's my boyf-", "He's not your boyfriend, Y/N. Remember who the fuck you are. You're my daughter, you have a fucking image to maintain. Do you really think I was going to let you be with a loser like – him?", and again, his words cut you off, the knot in your throat makes it impossible for you to breathe properly and tears of anger and disappointment roll down your cheeks.
Of course you knew that your parents,two of the biggest names in the whole country, weren’t going to accept your new love just like that.
Despite their lack of interest in your personal life, they, especially your father, never really cared enough about you to give you the attention you craved, they still made it very clear that your future partner was going to be someone of their...kind.
Yet somehow, somehwere in the deepest bits of your chest, you found a tiny shimmer of hope that maybe, only maybe, they would look over those stupid formalities and their disgusting urge to please the public and accept the very first choice you had made on your own.
But of course, your rather wishful thinking was now the main source for the stinging pain in your chest.
Because here you are, crying like a little child in front of your parents who happen to be home for the first time in months, yet didn't even hesitate to put you back into your place and remind you, whose daughter you are as soon as the words "I have a boyfriend" left your lips only a couple of minutes ago.
"He loves me! And – you don't even know him, how can you talk about him like this?", you whisper, the wrath in your blood making it impossible for you to raise the volume of your voice and with a deep inhale you watch your father let out a row of scoffs.
"Did you hear that, honey?", he says and rolls his eyes, shifting his gaze to your mother who hasn't said a thing about the whole situation and proceeds to brutally take away the last bit of hope you had left in her.
"He doesn't fucking love you", your father spits, disgust wavering in his voice as his eyes roam your tear stained face, "he wants to get into your pants."
And after those words leave his lips, you basically have no choice but to look at him in absolute shock.
His choice of vocabulary as well as the derogatory tone of his voice has chills of disgust run down your arms.
There has always been something inside of you hoping for your father to change and become the parent you knew you deserved, the parent you needed.
But with those few words, he grabbed those hopes by the head and killed them just like that.
"And now stop crying, go to your fucking room and break up with that bastard. I don't want to hear the name Kyoutani leave your lips ever again. Just the fact that you'd even dare to think about being with a piece of scum like him, is blowing my mind. I won't let you ruin our reputation and have us associated with that family of thugs and dealers just because you ran out of ways to beg for our attention like a little child."
You watch your father walk away from you and although there's so much you want to say to him, you can't pull yourself out of the trance he has put you in.
"Don't make an even bigger deal about it, dear", your mother finally seems to have found her voice as she takes the wine glas from the coffee table and gets on her feet, the expression in her eyes monotonous and empty when her gaze meets yours.
"You'll get over him sooner than you think. And you don't want your father to be angry with you, do you?", are the last words to leave her lips before she also exits the living room like they didn't just take away every tiny bit of hope you had left.
A couple of hours pass by in which you try to find the courage to answer Kyoutani's calls and messages, yet fail each time.
No matter how hard you try to find the actual energy to do it, every single time the contact picture of him smiling from ear to ear, dimples adorning both sides of his blushy cheeks appears on your display, a rush of guilt and pain rushes through you and you simply watch it disappear again.
Of course you aren't going to break up with him just because your father told you to, but the fear of him hurting Kentarou in any way because you refused to obey his orders has your heart clenching in despair.
You've been dealing with this for some time already, but you still haven't decided yet whether or not you are going to talk to your short tempered boyfriend about this.
And that's how you end up staring at your phone with tears streaming down your cheeks and your arms firmly wrapped around one of your many pillows, your heart softening and chest filling with the familiar feeling of warmth and comfort at the multiple worried messages from your boyfriend appearing on your screen.
my love: babe, please pick up the phone [01:27am]
my love: i'm worried [01:27am]
my love: i swear to god if you're fucking bastard of a father did something, i'm going to beat the shit out of him [01:28am]
my love: baby, please [01:28am]
my love: i can see that you're online and currently reading my messages, baby [01:28am]
my love: FUCK i am so fucking worried i am so fucking close to just break down that fucking door and get you out of there [01:28am]
my love: you know what? fuck this, i've been waiting outside your house for two hours now, i'm coming in [01:29am]
my love: open your window for me, baby [01:29am]
Your eyes read over Kyoutani's last message several times; a shiver of excitement running down your spine and you know that the possibility of your parents waking up at the sounds is high, you calmly climb out of your bed and make your way to your big window after making sure your door is locked.
And just then, you watch Kentarou pull himself up, his strong muscles straining against the fabric of his leather jacket with every move and you smile at his furrowed brows, pierced lips firmly holding the burning cigarette as he finally comes to a stop right in front of your face.
You're quick to pull him into your room, the adrenaline in your blood rushing through your body a little too fast at the thought of being caught.
"Baby", Kyoutani whispers and takes one last drag from his cigarette before he throws the little butt out of your window and casually blows the smoke out of his nose.
"My pretty angel", his voice is deep and raspy, his rough fingertips grazing the slightly damped skin of your cheeks as he takes your face into his palms and pulls you closer to his body.
He knows just how much you need – no – crave to be held like this, despite his lack of knowledge as to what exactly you had talked about with your father.
And while your eyes roam his sharp features, the warm tenderness lingering in the soft brown of his eyes makes you sigh because it's those kind of moments which remind you, why you've lost your heart to Kyoutani Kentaro, of all people.
To others, he is this cold hearted, short tempered and distant individual they see in their lectures but would never even think of approaching because of the dark and intimidating energy he's radiating.
But to you, he is absolutely perfect. To you, Kyoutani Kentaro is everything you've ever dreamed of.
Tender, caring, attentive; incredibly passionate and oh, so loving, basically everything he manages to hide so well behind a cold mask yet reveals to you whenever he gets the chance to.
You have no idea how the two of you actually ended up with each other, it just – happened.
A project for your shared class brought you together and as the weeks passed by, and he slowly, but surely started trusting you resulted in him opening up and basically letting go of his cold facade.
And without even realizing it, you found yourself falling in love with the unreachable mad dog.
"Lost in your thoughts, pretty girl?", Kentarou suddenly says and softly pulls you out of your sweet memories.
"I'm just–", you take a deep breath and calmly push your arms underneath the heavy fabric of his jacket before you lean further into his touch and close your eyes at the feeling of security it comes with, "thank you for loving me like this, Kentarou", you whisper, the emotions suddenly overwhelming you and before you can even think about it, you start crying.
"M pretty angel baby", Kyoutani sighs, nudges his nose against yours and pulls you even closer into his arms; the familiar scent of laundry detergent and cigarette smoke slowly taking over your senses in the best way possible, "I am so in love with you."
You softly start sobbing, the mental exhaustion taking over you and the feeling of security clouds your mind.
Kyoutani has been telling you those same exact words repeatedly for the past few months, you still can't seem to comprehend the genuineness in them just yet.
"Forget his words", your boyfriend suddenly says, a shaky breath falling past his lips and fanning your face, "I want you to forget whatever the fuck he said, okay? I know he probably told you to break up with me, called me a piece of shit and said that you have a fucking image to maintain the way he always does."
Kyoutani skillfully manages to guide you to the edge of your bed, never once shifting his attention from your eyes as he wipes your tears away and caresses your cheeks oh so lovingly; the harsh profanities turning into soft whispers in the process.
"I'm going to fuck you now", while your head struggles to process his words, several hot jolts of arousal rush through your body and find their way right to your cunt, makinh you gasp for air and dig your fingers into his shirt.
"I'm going to put a baby in your belly to show that son of a whore that the sweet, innocent little Y/N he loves to brag about to his friends and colleagues, doesn't exist", Kyoutani whispers against your lips, sucking the soft flesh of your bottom lip into his mouth every now and then.
"Kenta...", you whimper, pressing your thighs together because of the heavy pressure in your core, despair and arousal mixing in your blood from his words and their natural lewdness.
"Tell me what you want, baby", he suddenly pulls away, lets go of your face to push you onto your bed before he takes off his jacket and he attentively watches every single one of your movements.
"Be a good girl for me and use your words, yeah?", he whispers and starts unbuckling his belt, the fabric of his heavy leather pants hug his strong thighs in the most delicious way possible and at the sight of his hard cock straining against the fabric your head starts spinning.
"Take off those shorts, angel", Kentarou demands softly, his dominant nature making it oh so easy for you to fall into submission.
You instantly let your fingers wander underneath the waistband of your shorts and panties before you pull them down your legs, revealing your wet pussy to his hungry eyes.
"Fuck", he gulps harshly, lifting his head to look into your eyes again and gently spreads your legs a little further apart.
And just as usual you don't feel the tiniest bit of shame even as you watch a thick drop of Kyoutani's spit falling right onto your cunt.
Your cunt starts clenching at the feeling of his saliva mixing with the juices of your arousal when he starts rubbing it into your hot flesh and when he slowly starts applying just the right amount of pressure on your throbbing clit, you let out a rather loud moan of his name.
However, Kyoutani is quick to lift his big, tattoo covered hand and land a hard spank on your sensitive cunt, making you press your thighs together at the beautiful pain rushing through your body.
"Look at you, such a needy princess", he smirks, his eyes never leaving yours before he plunges two of his pretty fingers into your drenched hole, knocking the breath out of your lungs just like that and as you tighten the grip on the soft sheets beneath your body, you quickly slap your other hand over your mouth, the sudden penetration eliciting a row of high pitched whines from you.
"What would that fucker do if he knew that you're letting me use that sweet cunt of yours as my personal fuck hole, hm? He'd be mad mad, right? And I bet your useless mother would actually lose her composure for once because the last thing she expects is for her angel faced, goody two shoes of a daughter to get her pussy fucked like a fucking whore."
Kyoutani's words are lewd, they are dirty and so, so humiliating yet every single one of them has you clenching around his digits in utter despair because the truth behind them is what has your head spinning in the best way possible.
You stare at Kentarou with needy eyes and take in the way he seems to lose himself in the feeling of your tight pussy around his fingers before you let out a soft whimper and reach for the hem of his shirt to pull him down to you.
The sight of his flushed cheeks and hungry gaze roaming your body suddenly overwhelms you with emotions you can barely handle and suddenly the urge to burst into tears takes over you.
"Angel", Kentarou suddenly says, his fingers slipping out of your needy hole as he comes to lay in between your open legs, his hard cock pressing against your pussy in just the right way, "you know I love it when you cry because of my cock, but don't you dare shed a tear because of that bastard", he whispers against your lips, kissing you oh so softly as he slowly thrusts his hips against yours and finally elicits soft little gasps from you with every single drag over your sensitive clit.
You have no idea if it's from his previous stimulation, the softness or the certainty in his voice but something about the way he is kissing you so dearly has your head spinning and a single tear finds its lonely way down your cheeks just like that.
"Kenta", you whimper into his mouth, your hands finding the heavy metal of his belt, your body craving the feeling of being filled to the brim with nothing but his cock and the safety being physically and mentally connected like that comes with, "I need you to fuck me, please", your voice is a mere whisper, the tears slowly starting to stream down your temples as you try to unbuckle his belt.
"I'm here, my angel", Kyoutani groans softly, the arousal becoming too much for a slight second when you push your hand underneath the waistband of his boxers and wrap your fingers around his thick cock, "gonna give you exactly what you need, yeah?."
His hot breath fans your damped cheeks, while the heavy smell of smoke makes your head spin and leaves you longing for more.
And as he slowly pulls away to get rid of his clothes, you roll yourself onto your stomach, maneuvering your body to face the full length mirror across from your bed, knowing just how much Kyoutani loves it when you watch yourself.
"You're such a good girl for me", he chuckles deeply and you can’t stop your eyes shamelessly roaming his naked figure in the reflection on the mirror, absolutely losing yourself in the sight of his hard cock and those stone hard abs before you finally let your gaze linger on the dark lines adorning his tanned skin.
You attentively watch your boyfriend wrap his fingers around his throbbing cock, gathering the precum leaking from his red tip in his palm before he starts spreading it all over his length.
His hungry eyes focuse your needy pussy like his life depends on it and if there was one thing, Kyoutani never failed to make you feel then it was the intense feeling of being wanted.
Every time he devoured you with his eyes only, you can't help but get even needier than before because after all those years of being neglected and denied of attention and love, it was exactly what your body and mind have been craving.
"Are you ready, baby?", he whispers, one of his hands tightly gripping your hip as he pushes you into the position he wants you in, while the other one softly caresses your back, occasionally roaming your body to take the flesh of your breast into his palm and without hesitation, you lift your head and meet his gaze through the mirror to send him a nod of approval.
Kyoutani lines himself up with your soaked entrance, wraps his big hand around your delicate neck before he slowly pushes his thick cock into your tight cunt and making sure to take his sweet time because he knows how much you struggle to take the whole of him.
But as he slowly buries himself deeper and deeper inside of your tight pussy, he manages to elicit a row of loud moans and deep grunts from the both of you.
The mixture of pain and pleasure the stretch comes with has your head spinning meanwhile your hole is clenching around his cock as you try to adjust to his size because even after all those months, it still feels like the first time every single time he enters you.
"You're so fucking tight", Kentarou grunts, yanking your head back to make you look at him and accidentally letting out a loud growl at the sight of your blown out pupils and parted lips.
"My baby has the tightest fucking pussy on this earth and I am the only one who gets to use it, I really am a lucky one", he grins and slowly starts pulling himself out of you, dragging his cock along the spongy walls of your cunt ever so slowly to make sure you feel every single vein adorning his pretty length before he almost brutally thrusts back into you.
Kyoutani is quick to set a steady rhythm, never once shifting his gaze from your fucked out expression as he fucks you hard.
And just as usual, every single one of his thrusts pushes you deeper and deeper into the sweet haze of absolute pleasure, your body losing itself in the feeling of the trance and and if it wasn't for your boyfriend slapping his hand over your mouth, several moans would have slipped past your lips already.
"Who owns your cunt, angel face", Kyoutani breaths as he wraps his hand around your throat and slowly pulls your body up to have your back pressed against his chest, his fingers harshly digging into the soft flesh of your tits to keep you in the new position.
"Tell me who the fuck this pussy belongs to", he whispers, his voice strained and so beautifully raspy, it sends shivers of pleasure down your spine and makes you let out another high pitched moan of his name.
"It's yours, Kenta", you gulp harshly, "this cunt is all yours to fuck and f-fill, all yours", your mind starts fogging with nothing but the thought of your boyfriend and his cock and when he finally processes your words, Kyoutani starts picking up the pace of his thrusts.
"And I gotta make sure it stays mine, right? So what do I have to do for that, baby?", he moans softly, tightening the grip around your throat and leaving a row of open mouthed kisses on your neck.
Of course you know just exactly what he's talking about and although you know it's way too risky and comes with so many possible consequences, you can't help but clench around him at the thought of being marked in such an intimate way.
"Y-You have to fuck a baby into my belly", you whimper, the taste of your high slowly coating the tip of your tongue and leaving you completely lightheaded, "p-please, Kenta, I need your cum inside of my pussy", you shamelessly beg as your eyes roll into the back of your head when Kyoutani finally hits your sweet spot with the tip of his cock.
"I want everyone to know that I'm yours, Kenta", you add, every single one of your muscles tensing at the feeling of your high creeping up your spine oh so deliciously slow, "p-please give me all of your cum."
And those are the words which finally push your usually so collected boyfriend over the edge.
His lids flutter shut when the first waves of his orgasm start breaking down and yet, his fingers are quick to find your throbbing clit and rub harsh circles into the sensitive bundle of nerves, making sure your cunt start spasming around him at the same time his cock twitches.
The feeling of his creamy cum painting your sensitive walls in several shades of white is what makes the coil in the pit of your stomach snap. The following jolts of pleasure overwhelm your senses and leave you completely breathless.
You're a moaning mess, the slight lack of oxygen just prolonging your high and you know the possibility of your parents actually hearing you is extremely high, yet you've never found yourself giving less of a fuck right then and there.
"Baby", Kyoutani whispers, leaving a row of soft kisses on the back of your neck as his hands caress the skin of your waist, "I'm going to pull out now", he tells you calmly, voice husky and a little less deep while he comes down from his high.
"Don't", you quickly say and dig your fingers into his wrists, "don't pull out, please. I – need to be this close to you for a little longer, if that's okay", you glance at him with glossy eyes and trembling bottom lip.
Kyoutani lays you down and makes sure to stay inside of you at the same time, skillfully ignoring the pain rushing through his body from overstimulation, yet not able to keep in a slight hiss when you try to turn around to face him.
A couple of minutes pass without any of you saying a word, just taking in each other's presence and staring at one another with love filled gazes and kiss swollen lips.
"Run away with me", Kyoutani suddenly whispers and pulls away from another sweet kiss to look into your eyes and make sure you see the seriousness behind his words.
"I promise I am going to take care of you and protect you with everything I have just – please, let me save you from this shithole and give you a home."
"You are my home, Kentarou", you reply, placing a soft peck on the tip of his nose as your mind starts wandering to images of a future with the love of your life and far, far away from your parents and their toxicity, "you're my everything. I'd go to the other end of the world with you if you asked me to."
"I love you so fucking much", Kyoutani's vocie is slightly strained and at the way it suddenly turns a little raspier, you attentively watch a thick veil of tears form in his loving eyes.
"I love you, too", you sigh and pull him into another kiss, smiling at the feeling of his tears dampening your cheeks, "let's run away then."
— A/N: i am finally bringing back one of my absolute favorite fics i’ve ever written and it feels great to have my baby with me again. i hope you guys enjoy it and please feel free to leave feedback of any kind.
i dont know how to articulate this well but some of you act like neurodiversity starts with adhd and ends with autism. you talk about "the neurodivergent experience" and everytime you mean "the overlapping experience of adhd and autism."
please remember us when talking about neurodiversity. ocd, dyslexia, dyscaculia, personality disorders, tourettes, intellectual disabilities, schizo-spec disorders, etc. all fall under neurodiversity.
please stop saying neurodivergent when you mean "autism and adhd."
this post is okay to reblog but do not clown on it
Katsuki Bakugou is a man of many surprises. With an ego the size of Jupiter and a mouth just as big, it’s hard to believe there are any secrets buried in his enamel. No one would ever guess pro hero Dynamite, the self proclaimed murder god, would have any soft spots underneath the diamond shield he’s placed over his body, but squeezed between his lungs and right next to his heart is you.
mm wealthy socialite who actively profited off indigenous culture, more specifically tehuana attire and culture- deemed as an activist but did nothing to better those indigenous people she ‘fought so hard to empower’.
also,,, she’s was like,, white,, her dad was german, moms spaniard n native but they had no ties to the culture she dressed up as- the most she could claim was the fact that her servants were oaxacan 💀 there’s tons more that doesnt sit well with me but i don’t wanna sit here n talk about her any longer than i need to.
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