content warnings: p in v sex, reader referred to as "girl" as in "pretty girl", caregiver kink, breeding kink, creampie, thigh riding, virginity kink, corruption kink, praise kink, d/s elements, impact play, titty sucking, guided masturbation
ushijima gets painfully hard taking care of you. he loves how dependent you become for every little thing - how your eyes get so sweet and gentle when you thank him for all he does for you. when he's cooking soup for you, his brain is a million miles away, off fantasizing about you fluttering around his fingers, your voice a hoarse whimper against the thick column of his neck. he doesn't care if you can feed yourself - he wants to see you willingly open your mouth when he tells you to, wants to make sure you have a belly full of nutrients before he parts your legs and noses between your folds. "it's good to have an orgasm when you're not feeling well. everyone knows that, my love."
sakusa has a breeding kink because of the ownership, the mess, the sheer fucking risk. you had a pregnancy scare once and it bricked him up instantly. now every time he's fucking you, he's promising to knock you up, smiling to himself when you clench and groan around him. he stuffs you full of cum and then fingers it back into you, fingertips expertly rubbing along the walls he's just coated white with his seed. you're a mess of his making, painted in his cum and soon to be swollen with his child.
daichi isn't stupid—he sees the way you look at him, virgin eyes all sweet and trusting when you tell him that you want him to be your first, that you trust him. he wishes he could ignore the possessive desire to take your virginity, to corrupt you so completely that no other man can ever lay claim to you in the way that he has. but he can't, not when you're whimpering in his lap, legs draped on other side of his thigh, swollen pussy beating in time with his heartbeat as he bounces you up and down. "i know, i know," he soothes. "feels real good, doesn't it, angel?"
oikawa is the sloppiest pussydrunk simp to ever exist. the second he's inside of you, he's moaning and whimpering, barely able to stop himself from praising you. "oh fuck baby -- my pretty baby, you feel so good. you're mine, right honey? all fucking mine?" he can barely control himself; the velvety suck of your walls along his cock feels unreal. "wish you knew how good you feel -- it's impossible not to fuck you full, sweet girl." he buries his face in your neck, hips erratic in rhythm, thighs flexing with every thrust. "please let me cum inside you, baby, please." his fingers dig into your skin when he feels you tighten around him. "oh fuck, right there? is that where you need me?"
kageyama lets you use him like a dildo - legs tied apart and your panties stuffed in his mouth. he's uncharacteristically noisy in his pleasure, grunting and groaning every time you shift your hips. "you like being used like this, don't you?" you smirk down at him. "mr. big strong volleyball player just wants his pretty dick wet." but all he's thinking about is the sheer athleticism of your thighs, how beautiful you look with sweat dripping down your face and in between your tits, and how desperately, violently, he needs you to let him cum.
tsukishima loves to fight and fuck. nothing gets this man harder than someone who goes toe to toe with him. what he didn't expect was how much he wants you to smack him across the mouth when he finally slides inside of you, how much he wants you to tell him he's not fucking you well enough. "slap me," he says. you flash the nastiest smirk before your palm rings across the side of his face. his cock twitches. "yeah. do that shit again, baby."
kuroo loves how smart you are; one of his favorite things to do is lay between your thighs and listen to you read to him, his face squished into your tummy and his arms wrapped around your hips. he loves it so much that your reading sessions often turn into him lazily licking between your folds for hours. a command for you to keep reading rumbles from his throat whenever your focus wavers, when the swirl of his tongue through your wet heat bucks your hips off the bed. "who said you could stop?" he pulls away from your clit. "i'm really interested in learning more about mycology, baby."
best friend!suna takes your "getting your tits sucked on can't feel that good" personally. he tells you it's a shame that no one's ever made you feel good like that, that you should make sure you don't like it before you entirely discard the practice. "plenty of people have sucked on my tits," you tell him. "none of them were me," he replies, all serious calm mixed with arrogant intent. you know you're fucked when he squeezes the heft of a breast in his palm, teeth scraping over your nipple. you arch into his touch. "see? the little princess just needed special treatment."
kenma is amazing at guided masturbation. he doesn't have the best game in person, but behind a keyboard, he's a master. his instructions for you are always slow and methodical, a careful exploration of the erogenous zones he knows drive you wild. you're so obedient, too, sending him voice clips when he tells you to, your pretty voice on display as you finger yourself slowly. his final message reads: please show me how pretty you look rn, along with a picture of his flushed face, leaking cock in his hand.
Armin couldn’t exactly remember what events lead to him being hunched over a toilet puking his brains out. maybe it was the 6 shots Eren poured him to celebrate his new internship or the second hand high from all the weed being smoked…it was probably some heinous mix of both that has him kneeling on the cool tile of the bathroom floor, only now did his vision clear to see the beautiful stranger rubbing his back and cooing softly at him, his friends nowhere to be seen. well *friend*.
okay…Eren was nowhere to be seen.
last he saw, Eren was faded beyond belief, lying face down on the couch shoveling tortilla chips into his mouth. he was probably gonna be in Armins exact position soon…minus said stranger now offering him a cool bottled water. he takes it in his shaking hand, a cold sweat beading on his brow and a pout forming on his lips when his eyes meet yours.
“am i dying?” he asks, his voice soft and feeble as he tries to gulp down the water. you bring a hand to his alcohol-flushed cheek, his skin hot under your cool touch.
“no, honey, you’re gonna be fine.” you tell him, moving a hand to his forehead to push the hair back to dab at the sweat on his temple. you cant really say your surprised this is the situation you’re currently in, this is exactly what you get for staying sober at a college party…
“swish the water in your mouth” you told him hoping that would get the taste out of his mouth.
Armin does what he’s told, sipping water in his mouth, swirling it around a bit, before spitting in the toilet again. he leans his head against the cool porcelain of the toilet seat, the water and the cold of the bathroom floor actually helping clear his fuzzy thoughts.
he doesnt know how or why exactly but the feeling of your hands on him felt almost too right. he was touch-starved and he was taking in the attention. you were like an angel taking care of him, all while he sat on the floor looking and smelling like absolute dogshit.
You flush the toilet, silently begging the smell of throw up would leave, not surprisingly it didn’t go away.
Armin cringes at the sound of the toilet flushing, resting his head on his arm, a small shiver running down his spine and he lets out a shaky breath, his throat still burning from the bile. this was a new low for him, hunched over a toilet, barely coherent and having someone who he’s never even met before care for him like this. he feels like he should be ashamed but your touch against his skin is so soothing.
You and 5 other girls have debuted under Hybe just a month before Cortis. Your group is called Impact: A strong and memorable name that suggests a powerful presence. Your concept is School girl/ Cute kinda like New Jeans and Twice.
You are 19 your group’s popularity has skyrocketed after your first ablum, people are obsessed. Also your dance to one of your first songs is viral on TikTok.
So naturally you have to do the dance challenge with others and you got paired to do your viral song “Impact on you” with Enhypen’s Heeseung and Jake! You were so nervous because you watched them since I-land so this was crazy.
“Hello” you said in English because it’s your first language, doing a bow so you didn’t come off as disrespectful.
“Hellaur!” Jake said his Australian accent very present.
“Hello” Heeseung said he was pretty nervous.
“So are you guys ready Yuki said you guys are fast learners” you said with a chuckle trying to be friendly.
“Oh! Yeah of course!” Jake said.
…
They were in fact not fast learners.
But that’s okay you guys spent 2 hours together. And lowkey talked a lot more then you guys did then dancing.
“Omg that’s actually crazy!” You said to Heeseung as he tried his best to explain a crazy and weird fan interaction.
How Bsd Characters react to you saying you’re pregnant!
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Dazai
“Your sure it’s mine?” He’d be joking of course and was probably nervous when you told him.
He lowkey probably planed this to happen and he’s glad it work cause now you can’t leave, not like you knew of this planing or even wanted to leave him but it’s a fear of his.
Chuuya
Probably something on the lines of “oh shit really?”.
He would probably prepare a bath for you, like rose petals with warm water not hot or cold but warm, in he’s his luxury condo that looks over the city. All for you because he’s honestly very happy cause now you are officially his.