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SUMMARY: you clean your apartment after a long day of whatever the fuck, when you decide to unwind in the shower. your mind trails off to 707, or Saeyoung as you prefer to call him. however your mind isn't the only one wondering places as you decide to have a little fun in your shower by yourself. unbeknownst to you, the is a small red dot flashing in the corner of your bathroom, suddenly your not so alone anymore.
cw: MDI !! fluff, straight-up stalking, yearning seven, omg he wants that cookie baddd, obsessive, breaking n entering lol, voyeurism, porn with very little plot, dom seven, body worshipping, eating tf out, masturbation, overstim, coming untouched, pic after sex? idk what to call that erm.
word count: 6.6k
REQUESTED!! by: AmonsRightEye on AO3
You wiped the sweat from your forehead, feeling the warmth from the setting sun on your skin. You place your hands proudly on your hips. Your lips curled with a triumphant grin. You had just finished cleaning Rika's apartment, or should you start calling it yours since you're being forced to live there..?
Who cares, free rent.
As you take a deep breath, the soft and comforting scent of Cashmere Cedar fills the air, wafting around the entire apartment. The main lights were off, allowing the soft glow of the mood lighting to create a peaceful atmosphere. Your bed sheets, freshly washed and still warm from the dryer. You also, against all odds, managed not only to do your laundry but also neatly fold and put it all away in your dresser.
Sighing happily, you took another last deep breath. This time, a slight pungent odor reached your nose.
Holy shit, what the fuck died in your vicinity.
Oh.
It's you.
You grimaced at the funk emanating from you, reminding you of your labors. Desperately, you walked to your room and opened the bottom drawer of the dresser. You rummaged around until you found some mismatched pajamas and a cute pair of lace-trimmed panties.
Leaving the drawer open, you headed to the bathroom and placed your clothes on the sink. You moved to the shower, turning the faucet. You adjusted the temperature, feeling the steam slowly build in the shower.
One by one, you undress, throwing your clothes into your hamper by the wall of your bathroom. You step into the shower slowly, sighing happily as the hot water relaxes your muscles. Taking a moment to unwind in the water. You begin to think about your day and gather your thoughts.
The day was mostly fine; you didn't hear much from the guys and Jaehee. Although Seven, or Luciel as he had demanded to be called, had been bugging you all day. Random pictures of yourself were sent to your phone via him, followed by some teasing text. Did it piss you off that he was watching you constantly? Yes.
But.. did the thought of him watching you constantly also turn you on?..
Yea.
But how could it not? The charming, quirky redhead was so... alluring. He always talked like he was an open book, constantly joking and flirting around with you. But when you looked deeper into his words and conversations, he never said anything about himself.
That mystery was so alluring that whenever you thought of the man, you couldn't help but get a little... hot. Even now, while you were showering.
You bit your lip softly, as your hand softly trailed down to your heat. Surely, you would have privacy in your bathroom.
Right?
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A smile slowly spread across Luciel's lips as he watched you proudly stand and admire your work. He giggled to himself from his desk, watching from his monitor as you sniffed your armpit and gagged exaggeratedly.
Sigh, what a woman, am I right?
Just as he was going to text you a picture of you gagging, his 'work' phone buzzed from across the room. He groaned, clearly annoyed by the disturbance, and decided to ignore it.
..Until he got a call.
He threw a tiny tantrum and wheeled his chair to a smaller desk that was surrounded by important papers. Buzzing in the middle of the mess was his phone displaying the name 'Zen'.
He grumbled to himself as he reached for the phone, making stank ass faces before picking up.
"Hello?" He batted his eyelashes and kicked his feet, even though it wasn't a video call.
"Heyy, Sevennn.. listen, I need a small tiney bitsy little favor.." The voice from the other line sounds like his normal charming self, but with undertones of nervousness.
"Oohh? Someone needs a favor? From THE 707? Why, me oh my! I never thought I would-"
"Yeah, yeah, just listen."
Luciel pouted from being cut off, but allowed it as Zen continued. The redhead turned his chair around once more, facing his monitors. When he noticed you had moved to a new location, his eyebrow arched as he moved towards his keyboard and began to search for you.
"And they won't stop bugging me! Like I'm sorry that I'm so sexy and gorgeous and-"
Zen's voice seemed to tune out as Luciel stared, wide-eyed, at this new view.
There you were, leaning against the cold shower wall, lips parted and cheeks flushed. Your hand, softly playing with your clit, occasionally dipping down into your soft, warm heat, causes a faint moan to escape your bitten lips.
Luciel felt his heart race as he stared at the unexpected sight on his monitor, his eyes widening in disbelief. He had been in the middle of a weird-ass conversation with Zen, but all thoughts of their conversation evaporated from his mind the moment he laid eyes on the gorgeous view in front of him.
There you were, completely naked and lost in your own world of pleasure, blissfully unaware that you were being watched.
Luciel couldn't tear his gaze away from the scene unfolding on his screen. He watched as your soft fingers danced over your most intimate area, your soft moans and gasps echoing through the speakers standing tall by his setup.
The way your plush body trembled with each touch, your chest heaving with every ragged breath, sent a ripple of desire through his body.
Oh god.
Luciel's pants grew tighter as he stared at the erotic display. His breath hitched, while his hardening cock began swelling and straining against the confines of his clothing.
He had always known that you were breathtakingly beautiful, but seeing you like this? Completely unguarded and consumed by your own lust, it took his breath away. The way your skin glistened with moisture, the water cascading down the gentle curves of your body.
God, what he would do just to lick up those droplets.
Unable to resist the urge to touch himself as he watched you, Luciel reached down and palmed his rock-hard cock through his pants, a low whine escaping his lips.
He couldn't believe this was happening, that he had stumbled upon such a private moment, something that you meant to keep to yourself. Something that if you knew he was watching, who knew what you would say.
...
But he couldn't look away...
Fuck. He just couldn't.
He couldn't stop himself from palming his thick shaft through his garments as you played with your dripping pussy on the screen of his monitor.
Luciel's mind raced with the possibilities, with the filthy things he wanted to do to your body.
His palming sped up as he thought of pinning you against that shower wall, spreading your thighs wide, and burying his face between your soft legs as he happily lapped up your natural slick.
Luciel couldn't help but yearn to worship every inch of your soft skin with his mouth and hands, to make you scream his name as he fucked you hard and deep and without mercy.
But for now, he was content to watch, to fondle himself as you brought yourself closer and closer to climax.
Your whimpers and moans growing louder and more desperate with each quick thrust of your fingers into your soft pussy. Luciel's hand palmed faster over his aching cock, his thighs struggling to stay apart as he watched you teeter on the brink of ecstasy, his own release fast approaching as he lost himself in the erotic spectacle before him.
"O-oh, shit.."
He knew you would probably never forgive him, had you found out about his little secret camera, but in that moment, none of it mattered.
All that mattered was the mindboggling pleasure of humping up into his hand to the most enchanting woman he had ever seen, utterly lost in your own world of bliss on his monitor.
He bit his lip as his groans leaked out.
He wants more. No, he needed more.
Palming couldn't tame his desire and want anymore. Quickly, one of his hands reached down to the sides of his pants and undergarments, swiftly pulling them down to reveal his hard, aching cock.
Luciel's fingers gripped his shaft with bruising force, his knuckles white as the pressure built to an unbearable peak. His breath came in shallow, ragged hitches, his eyes locked on the screen where you were arching your back in pleasure, your head lolling back against the tiling.
You looked utterly lost to the sensation, your eyes fluttering shut as your fingers worked in a blur of desperate motions. He was moments away from the edge, his whole body vibrating with the effort not to shout out loud while on the phone with Zen. Who was still talking his fucking ear off. What a turn off.
Just as Luciel was teetering near his orgasm, your soft lips parted; a soft moan tore from your throat, echoing through your bathroom and the speakers beside his monitors.
"Luciel..."
You whimpered, your voice thick with a mixture of yearning and sheer ecstasy. The sound of his own name, spoken with such raw, unbridled need, snapped the last of his control.
"O-oh, fuck- fuck..!"
He trembled violently, his body jerking as he spilled his hot cum all over his hand and onto his desk, a quiet, quivering groan escaping his lips. The sheer intensity of your voice, coupled with the sight of your glistening, shivering body, had pushed him over the brink in an instant.
The redhead slumped back in his chair, chest heaving, his vision swimming as the aftershocks of the orgasm rippled through him.
’She... she said my name,' he thought, his mind reeling. ’Holy shit, she wants me, bro.'
On the other end of the line, Zen’s voice cut through the haze, laced with bewilderment and a touch of annoyance.
"Um, dude? You still there? Seriously, wtf was that noise? Did you just-"
Luciel didn't answer right away, his fingers still twitching against his thighs as he stared at the image of you, who was now sliding down the wall of the shower, your legs weak, your chest rising and falling rapidly.
He couldn't help but grin at the sight of you; he could feel his love intensify for you. He didn't care about the phone call anymore; he didn't care about Zen or their conversation about whatever the fuck. All he could think about was getting his hands on you.
"I'll call you back," Luciel managed to grate out, his voice sounding foreign to his own ears, strained and husky.
"What? Dudeee, I said I need help now!-"
Without another word, Luciel slammed the end-call button, tossing the phone haphazardly onto his desk. The redheaded man scrambled to his feet, his heart hammering against his ribs like a trapped bird. His mind was a chaotic storm of lust and urgency.
He needed to get to your apartment; he needed to feel you under him, to hear you moan his name against his skin instead of through a speake-..
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You stepped out of your shower, the steam rising around your naked, glistening body. Your thighs had a soft tremble to them, due to your previous activities in a hot ass shower. You grabbed a warm, fluffy towel and wrapped it loosely around your body, the damp strands of your hair clinging to your reddened cheeks.
Lost in thought, you began to wander towards the kitchen, ready to satisfy your post-orgasm craving for a late-night snack, when suddenly a loud bang sounded through the apartment.
Jumping at the unexpected noise, you froze for a moment debating whether or not to risk your life at the chance of an intruder, you decide 'fuck it' before rushing towards the sound, your heart pounding in your ears. As you slowly approached the location of the loud noise, you noticed that your window was open, and you discovered the unmistakable figure of Luciel, his tall frame squeezing through the opening.
"S- Luciel? What the ever-loving fuck are you doing?" you stared bewildered at the scene before you. But you couldn't help but notice the very soft pulse coming from your private area.
I guess seeing the man you were masturbating to all disarranged and sneaking into your apartment would do that to a lady.
Luciel emerged from the window, his hair slightly disheveled, but his eyes burning with an intensity you had never seen before as he turned to face you.
"Gorgeous," he breathed, his voice heavy with a mixture of longing and possession that sent a shiver down your spine.
"I... I didn't mean to scare you, honest! But when I heard you... heard you say my name..." He paused, his gaze raking over your towel-clad form, a hunger evident in his expression.
What the fuck? How the fuck does he know about..
Oh my fucking god, there's a camera in that fucking bathroom.
The realization sent a rush of embarrassment and something else through you. It was wrong. Completely inappropriate and just so wrong! But.. the thought that he had been watching.. you.
That he had seen you lost in such a moment and broke INTO your place, just because you said his name? Oh, that was fucking hot.
Unable to resist, Luciel crossed the distance between you in a few quick strides, his hands coming up to cup your face tenderly as he leaned in close.
"Baby.." he murmured, his breath hot against your soft lips.
"I want you. Fuck, I need you soo badly." And with that declaration, his lips were on yours. Hungry and so fucking desperate, hand moving down from your face and onto your hip.
You found yourself melting into the kiss with a hum, your towel slipping down to pool around your feet as you pressed yourself closer against him. You could feel the hard, hot length of him through his clothes, his lust evident as he pinned your back hard against the wall.
His hands slid down to grip your ass, his fingers sinking into the supple flesh of your ass as he grinded himself against you. Groaning into your mouth from the motion.
Lost in the heat of the moment, you tangled your fingers in his red hair, tugging lightly as you arched into him, a needy whimper escaping your throat. Luciel responded to the sound, his tongue delving deeper, exploring every inch of your sweet mouth as he drank in the taste of you happily. You kissed for what felt like forever; you could feel the temperature rising from your bodies.
God, you need more right fucking now or-
While lost in your mind, Luciel reached down and scooped you up by the backs of your plush thighs, tapping your ass to encourage you to wrap your legs around his waist to carry you towards the couch.
You bit back a whine at the sudden movement, instinctively locking your ankles together behind his back, your towel falling away completely to leave you bare. You could feel the hard, thick ridge of his cock pressing insistently against your naked pussy through the fabric of his pants, and fuck, you had to bite your lip to keep from crying out.
Luciel laid you down gently on the couch, his eyes roving over your naked form with undisguised lust.
"Fuck, pretty.." he groaned,
"You're so fucking beautiful.. I want to taste every inch of you." Slowly, he settled himself between your thighs, forcing them apart until he had a clear view of your glistening pink folds, groaning at the sight.
You squirmed beneath him, a deep blush staining your cheeks as you felt Luciel's intense gaze upon your pussy. You were still sensitive from your earlier fun, and the knowledge that he had seen you in such a private moment only intensified that feeling.
When Luciel finally leaned in and dragged his tongue sloowly up your slit, you nearly screamed. Your back arching off the couch as pleasure jolted through you.
"Oh..!- Ooh, fuck..!"
Luciel moaned at the taste of you, his eyes fluttering shut as he savored the sweet slick of your arousal.
He delved deeper, his tongue parting your lower lips as he sought out the hard, throbbing bud of your clit. You trembled beneath him, your hands shooting down to his head, fingers tangling in his hair, tugging urgently as he lapped and suckled at the sensitive bundle of nerves. He could feel himself slobbering on you, his saliva dripping down your pussy.
He took his time, worshipping your pretty pussy with his lips and tongue, determined to make you cum from his mouth alone. He could feel your thighs quivering around his head, hear your broken cries and gasps as he ate you out. Your scent, the feel of your warmed skin, the taste of your pussy. Fuck, it was all intoxicating, all-consuming.
"Lu..! I'm soo fucking- so fucking close..!" Your fingers tightened the grip you had on his hair.
As he felt you clench around his tongue, your folds growing slicker and your breathing more ragged, Luciel focused his efforts on your swelling clit.
Flicking and circling the sensitive nub with the tip of his tongue before sucking hard. At the same time, he slid two fingers inside your tight, hot pussy, pumping them in a steady rhythm as he licked and sucked your throbbing clit.
It didn't take long before you were teetering on the very brink of your orgasm, your whole body drawn taut as a bowstring. With a light, keening cry of Luciel's name, your back arched violently off the couch cushion, your spine curving as the pleasure washed through you in devastating waves.
"Lu-ciel.! O-ooh.. fuuck..!"
Your orgasm tore through you with brutal intensity, your inner walls clamping down on Saeyoung's pumping fingers as you cried out his name in a voice raw and broken with ecstasy.
The sight of you unraveling so completely, your soft skin flushed a deep rose from your heaving breasts to your shaking thighs, your hair splayed in wild disarray against the cushions, your face contorted in absolute bliss..
Holy shit, it was too much for Luciel to withstand.
He whined against your spasming pussy, the vibrations of his voice sending aftershocks ricocheting through your sensitive core. But even as he felt you shuddering beneath him, even as he tasted the fresh flood of your sweet cum coating his tongue and chin, he couldn't tear his gaze away from the erotic spectacle above him.
Your eyes had rolled back slightly, your tongue peeking between her parted, panting lips, your cheeks flushed with the aftermath of your climax. You looked utterly intoxicating, completely his, and the possessive thrill of that knowledge slammed into him with physical force.
Luciel's hips jerked forward involuntarily, grinding his throbbing erection against the edge of the couch as he continued to lap at your quivering folds. The friction was maddening, insufficient, yet combined with the visual feast before him, it pushed him dangerously close to the edge. He originally intended to make you cum again, to bury himself inside you and find his own release within your pretty pussy..
However, his body had other plans..
You finally managed to lift your heavy-lidded eyes, your dark gaze hazy with pleasure as it connected with his. You saw the strain in his face, the desperation in his flushed cheeks and parted lips, the way his hips continued to seek friction even as he tried to maintain control.
A slow, knowing smile curved your mouth, mischievous and devastatingly gorgeous.
"Luciel..?" you breathed, your voice a sultry purr that scraped against his frayed nerves.
"Are you going to...?" she chuckled at the thought, gazing down at him, "cum? From just watching me?"
Your words, spoken in that teasing manner, shattered the last of his restraint. The image of you, sated and glowing, your body still trembling from his hard work, that expression daring him to lose control, burned itself into his mind.
He felt the pressure build at the base of his spine, hot and urgent and utterly unstoppable. A strangled groan ripped from his throat as he buried his face against your inner thigh, his hips snapping forward once, twice, as his cock pulsed and throbbed against the couch's edge.
"F-fuck! O-oh, ooh, fuck pretty..!"
He choked out, his whole body trembling as he spent himself in his pants like an overwhelmed teenager, the humiliation of it forgotten in the blinding intensity of his release.
He shuddered against you, his fingers still buried inside your clenching pussy, his mouth open and panting against your warm thigh as his body shuddered and trembled from the strength of his orgasm.
It was the most intense orgasm he had experienced in recent memory, and he hadn't even been inside you.. hadn't even had direct stimulation! Just the mere sight of you lost in ecstasy, the taste of your slick.
You watched him with widened eyes, your own aftershocks forgotten in your fascination with his orgasm. You felt the tension in his shoulders, the way his fingers curled desperately against your hip, the hot gusts of his breath against your oversensitive pussy.
When he finally stilled, slumping forward with his forehead resting against your lower abdomen, you found yourself grinning despite your sluggish state.
"Well," you murmured, running your fingers through his disheveled red hair with surprising tenderness, "that was... flattering."
Luciel laughed, the sound muffled and slightly hysterical against your skin. He pressed a shaky kiss to your hipbone, then your navel, lingering at the stretch marks there before lifting his head to meet your gaze. His eyes were blown wide, his usual mischievous energy replaced by something softer, more vulnerable.
"Fuck, I-I didn't wanna cum so soon..!" he admitted, his voice rough.
"I was going to make sure you came until you couldn't walk. Then fuck you on every damn surface of this apartment." He glanced down at the darkening stain on his pants with a shy smile.
"Clearly, my self-control needs work.."
You tugged at his hair, guiding him up your body until they were face to face. You leaned in, sealing him in a kiss, tasting yourself on his lips, slow and deep and devastatingly intimate.
"Hmm, I don't know.." you whispered against his mouth, feeling him stir already, against your thigh.
"I think your eagerness is.. kind of cute? In a terrifying, broke-into-my-apartment kind of way, of course."
You felt his laughter vibrate through him, felt the way his hands settled possessively at your waist.
"Shit, I'm going to need to make that up to you.." he murmured against your lips, his expression shifting to something more intent, more hungry.
"Multiple times. Starting now."
Luciel scooped you up into his arms once more, his hands gripping your plush ass as he stood, your legs automatically wrapping around his waist. He carried you towards the wall, his intent clear in the heated look he smirked at you.
"Luci, what the fuck are you-" you started to protest, but the words quickly died in your throat as he bumped your back against the wall, his lips claiming yours in a brutal, demanding kiss.
He nipped at your bottom lip, easing the sting with his tongue before diving onto your lips, his tongue tangling with your own. You still could taste yourself on him, the musky essence of your cum mingling with the weird, yummy taste of his favorite chips. You hooked your ankles closer together at the small of his back, urging him closer, needing to feel every hard, not-so-muscular inch of him pressed against your body.
Luciel groaned into the kiss when he felt your fingers sink into his hair by the nape of his neck, tugging urgently as you arched into him. He could feel your nipples, hard and straining, poking into his chest through the thin fabric of his shirt. God, did he ache to taste them, to suckle the sensitive peaks until you were writhing against him.
But he had other plans first.
You gasped as Luciel's lips tore from yours, his mouth blazing a searing trail down the column of your throat. He nipped and sucked at the sensitive skin, his teeth grazing over your neck before he soothed the reddening mark with his tongue.
You shuddered in his arms, your head falling back against the wall to give him better access to your neck and collarbone. You could feel the thick ridge of his cock pressing insistently against your slick, dripping folds, and you jolted your hips forward to grind yourself against him, desperate for more friction.
Luciel growled lowly in his throat, his hands tightening their bruising grip on your ass as he rocked against you.
"You drive me fucking crazy," he grunted out, his voice rougher than you'd ever heard it before.
"I can't stop thinking about you, even when I'm not supposed to be. I want to fuck you until you forget your own name, until all you can think about is the feeling of my hard, throbbing cock inside you." He punctuated his words with a sharp thrust of his hips, the broad head of his erection nudging against your pussy.
You whimpered softly, your nails raking down his back as you clung to him. You could feel the others drifting through your thoughts—the way Jumin had held you as they danced, his strong arms encircling you, his lips brushing your ear as he sang to you softly.
The way Jaehee had looked at you from across the dinner table, her amber eyes intense even from a distance; the way she had blushed and stammered and shot her shy glances when she thought you weren't looking.
But as Luciel's hands slid higher, cupping the soft swells of your breasts, kneading the soft flesh until your nipples strained against his palms.
You couldn't think of anyone but Luciel in that moment, couldn't focus on anything but the feeling of his lean body pressed so close to yours, the heat of his breath on your neck, the pursuit of his hands on your most sensitive, intimate places. You gasped, arching into his touch as he rolled and plucked at the stiff tips of your nipples, sparks of pleasure shooting straight to your pussy.
"Luci.. fuck, please.." you whimpered, feeling herself growing wetter, needier by the second.
"Pleease fuck me.. please fill me..! Please.. m-make me cum.."
Luciel grunted, his eyes darkening with lust and satisfaction at your desperate pleas. He couldn't deny you, not when you were begging so prettily, your voice rough with need and desire.
With one swift motion, he released his thick, throbbing erection from the confines of his pants, the heavy shaft slapping against your slick, heated folds. You whimpered, your body clenching around nothing, aching to be filled, to be taken and claimed and ruined for anyone else.
The lean man was pushing forward, his cockhead slowly stretchingg your entrance, and you couldn't help but cry out against him, your voice echoing off the walls of your apartment as he stretched and filled you in one loong, relentless thrust.
"Fuuck, baby.. look at you so fucking prettyy.. and tight for me.." Luciel groaned, his voice strained with pleasure as he hilted himself inside your warm, tight pussy.
He could feel you fluttering around him, your inner walls gripping his cock, and fuck, he doesn't think he can last long, not with the way you were squeezing his cock so perfectly. Not with the way you were panting and whimpering and begging soo sweetly for him.
He started to move, his hips rocking against yours in a steady, driving rhythm that had him pulling out slowly before slamming back in, over and over and over again.
Each thrust punched the air from your lungs, each pull made you gasp and reach for him, your nails sinking into his biceps, his shoulders, anywhere you could grasp to anchor yourself against the overwhelming sensations.
"O-ooh fuck, fuck..!"
He fucked you harder and deeper, just as he'd promised, his cock driving into your pussy again and again until you were sobbing, trembling with pleasure.
"That's it, pretty, f-fucking take it.." he whined, his voice rough and low in his chest.
"T-take my fucking cock.. let me feel that sweet cunt squeezing me while I ruin you. Ooh, fuck, I'm going to make you cum so hard, baby.. so fucking hard. U-until you can't walk.. oh godd, until all you can do is fucking lie there and remember the feeling of my hard cock splitting you open again and again and again..."
He punctuated each word of his ramble with a sharp, precise thrust, and you wailed, your voice breaking on a scream as your 3rd orgasm crashed through you.
"Ff-fuuck..! I-I'm gonna, o-oh fuck..!"
You convulsed around him, your soft pussy clamping down as wave after wave of ecstasy rolled through you. Luciel moaned as he felt you cum, your velvety walls massaging his cock, pushing him closer to the edge. He fucked you through it, his hips never stopping their relentless pace, until you collapsed against his chest, boneless and panting and utterly spent.
But even as he felt you beginning to relax, Luciel knew he wasn't done with you yet. He had promised you multiple orgasms, and he intended to keep that vow.
Pulling out of you with a slick, wet sound, he carried your limp body towards the window, the shades still up from when he had first broken in.. oops.
He could see the surprise and a flicker of nervousness in your eyes as he settled you down onto the carpeted floor, your legs still trembling from the force of your climax.
"Luci..! W-wait!" you panted, your voice rough and scratchy from screaming. "Not out here, someone might see..."
But Luciel just smiled, a wicked, devilish grin that sent a thrill of both fear and exhilaration down your spine.
"I want them to see,"
He said, his voice a low purr as he settled between your spread thighs.
"Let them see what a sexy, gorgeous fucking woman you are, spread out for me like a feast. I want them.. no, I need them to know that this pretty little cunt belongs to me. That I'm the only one who can make you scream and beg like this..."
He lowered his head, his lips brushing against the sensitive flesh of your inner thigh, his breath hot and teasing against your slick, swollen folds. You shuddered, a gasp escaping your bruised lips as you reached down to tangle your fingers in his hair.
"N-no, Luciel.." you whimpered, "please, I can't- there's no way.. I'm too sensitive..!"
But Luciel just chuckled, the vibrations sending sparks of sensation rushing through you.
"Ah ah, I know, pretty.." he murmured, his voice soothing even as his tongue flicked out to trace the contours of your slit, teasing you with the lightest touch possible. "I'll make you feel soo good, baby. I promise, I can do it! Just relax and let me take care of you..."
Then his mouth was on you, his tongue delving deep to lap at your pretty pussy. You were arching off the floor, your fingers twisting in his hair as you cried out with pleasure.
"Ssh-shit..!"
Luciel groaned in satisfaction as he ate you out, his tongue swirling around your clit, flicking and suckling at the sensitive, swollen bud until you were writhing beneath him, your thighs clamping around his head tightly, holding him in place as he pleasured you.
He could feel you beginning to tighten around his tongue, your body tensing as you felt the knot in your stomach tighten, and he doubled his efforts desperately, fucking his tongue into your pusyy hard and fast, curling it to hit that special spot deep inside that made you see stars.
"L-luciel..!" You practically screamed, your voice echoing across the room as your second orgasm crashed through you, the force of it making you convulse almost violently, your back bowing off the carpet.
Your hands were scrambling at his hair, tugging desperately as the pleasure became too much, the sensation overwhelming. But still Luciel didn't stop, his lips and tongue and chin glistening with the evidence of your slick as he lapped at your pussy, pushing you ruthlessly towards a fifth orgasm.
It was too much, too intense, but you couldn't make yourself push him away, couldn't bring yourself to deny the ecstasy he was giving you, the bliss that radiated through every cell in your body.
The slick, obscene sound of Luciel's sucking and slurping filled the room, mixing with your high, breathy cries, gasps, and pleas.
Anyone walking by could have seen the lewd display, you splayed out on the floor, your thighs spread wide, the man's head buried between your legs as he ate you out with single-minded intensity.
But you could no more stop the moans and mewls and screams that spilled from your throat than you could stop the tremors that shook your body, the orgasms that wracked through you again. You were helpless to do anything but feel, to surrender yourself completely to the overwhelming sensations Luciel was giving you, to the way he made your body sing and scream and beg for more.
As the final aftershocks of your fifth fucking orgasm shook through you, Luciel finally pulled back, his chin and mouth and even his neck glistening with your juices, his eyes dark and hungry as he crawled up your body, his hips settling between your quivering thighs.
You could feel the thick, heavy length of his cock pressing insistently against your belly, feeling the way it throbbed and pulsed as Luciel leaned down to capture your lips in a deep, filthy kiss.
"You taste soo fucking sweet, baby.." Luciel murmured against your plump lips, his voice rough and low and laced with lust.
"God, I could eat this pretty little pussy for hours and never get enough." He rolled his hips against yours, his cock sliding against your slick, puffy pussy, your head falling back against the carpet as pleasure sparked through you once more.
"F-feel soo good, Luciel.." you managed to mutter out in your hazed state.
Luciel groaned, his eyes squeezing shut for a moment as he fought for control, fought the urge to slam forward and bury himself in your pretty cunt.
But he wanted to make this last, wanted to savor every inch of you, to wring out every last drop of pleasure from your quivering body. He wanted you to be ruined, to be addicted to the feeling of his cock inside your pussy.
He wanted to fuck you so hard that you forgot your own fucking name, forgot everything but the feeling of his heavy cock splitting you open.
Luciel leaned down to capture one of your nipples between his teeth, rolling the stiff tip gently before suckling hard, his tongue swirling around the sensitive flesh until you cried out. He spoiled them with kisses and nips and licks, his stubble rasping against the tender skin until you were panting and writhing beneath him, your voice breaking on a scream as the pleasure became too much, too intense.
The redhead could feel the need building in you. The addicting energy in the air as he rolled his hips against you, his cock sliding between your slick folds, nudging against your clit with every thrust.
You tangled your fingers in his hair, tugging urgently as the coil of tension in your belly wound tighter and tighter, ready to snap at any moment.
"Lucciell..!" you whimpered, choking back a cry. "Please.. please fuck me, fill me, please, please, god..! Please, make me yours, all yours...!"
With a low, guttural groan, Luciel surged forward, the red head of his cock pushing past your tight entrance as he buried himself fully inside you in one quick thrust.
You cried out as Luciel's cock stretched and filled your pussy, the thick, heavy cock pulsing and throbbing within the tight grip of your walls. Your hands scrambled for his shoulder, your nails raking down the skin there as you tried to pull him even closer.
Luciel's hips rolled and rocked against yours in relentless thrust. He fucked you hard and deep, his cock driving deeper into you until you were sobbing, your body shaking and trembling from the force of his thrusts. The wet, obscene sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled the room, punctuated by your broken cries and Luciel's low, rough grunts of pleasure as he lost himself in the tight, wet heat of your pussy.
"Fuuck.. pretty girl, so good for me.. soo fucking good," he groaned, his voice strained with the effort of holding back, to draw out the unreasonable pleasure of being buried inside you.
He could feel your slick walls fluttering around him, could feel the way your body clenched and tightened, pushing him closer to the edge with every thrust. But still he kept fucking deep into you, kept driving you into the carpet with a single-minded intensity, determined to make you cum until you were boneless and spent in the pleasure he gave you.
"Luciel.. fuck..! Please, I-I’m soo close, don't- don’t fucking stop...!" you whimpered, your hips rolling instinctively to meet his, to take him deeper.
Your voice broke on a whine as another orgasm crashed through you, your body trembling beneath him, the soft walls of your pussy clamping down around him for the fucking millionth time, god, you’re probably gonna die.
Luciel whined against your neck, his eyes squeezing shut as he felt you quiver around him, your orgasm triggering his own, the pressure that had been building deep in his belly exploding outward in a rush of heat and pleasure that had him seeing stars behind his eyelids.
He slammed into you one last time, burying himself deep inside your pussy as spurts of his hot cum filled you, his cock pulsing and jerking as he pumped you full.
"Shit.." he murmured, his voice raw and broken as he came harder than he ever had in his damn life.
He could feel your pussy still clenching around his cock, your greedy walls working to suck out every last drop, as it only intensified the pleasure.
As he finally came to his senses, Luciel collapsed onto you, his full weight pressing down on you as he struggled to catch his breath, his heart pounding wildly against his ribs.
He could feel you shaking beneath him, could hear the soft, broken sounds of your pleasure-slurred voice as you clung to him gently. He pressed a tender kiss to your temple, his lips brushing against the warm skin there before he rolled his hips gently, feeling his softening cock slipping free of your pussy with a wet, obscene sound.
He watched in satisfaction as his cum trickled out of you, painting your thighs in a sheer, glistening white. He felt a dark sense of pride, of possession, at the thought that he had marked you, claimed you, in the most primal way possible.
Luciel stayed over you, lost in thoughts of how to remember this wonderful day. He tilted his head back, staring up at the ceiling as if the answer was waiting for him up there. A beat passed before he turned his head to the side, his eyes zoning in beside the window.
There, lying by the window, that he broke, oops. It was his bag, holding all of his shit.
He stared at it for a moment before a mischievous ass grin spread on his lips. He leaned to the side and grabbed the bag, reaching in to search for his phone. Pulling it out, he threw the bag randomly behind him and smiled down at you.
You were still reeling from the overwhelming pleasure of your intense orgasms when you finally registered the redheaded bitch hovering above you. His face was partially obscured by his phone, the glow of the camera's flash casting a bright light that shielded his dumbass grin.
"Smile for the camera, baby!"
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mdni 18+
SUMMARY: your boyfriend kei loves to tease you for your intentional lifestyle; dressing in pink frilly outfits, shopping 24/7, a deep hatred for school and studying, etc. it has never bothered you; in fact, you adored his small quips and teases. until he walks out of chem with a new lab partner, a woman. now he won’t stop talking about her brains and smarts, he brings her around friends more, and the two of them poke fun at you together. but kei seems to be getting a little too comfortable with calling you names, so you handle it.
cw: MDI !! porn with plot, alt universe, college au, jealousy, oblivious partner, lowkey bullying, very dubcon, bondage, yachi ride or die, prob ooc, fluff, desperation, begging, orgasm denial, overstim, dom reader lowkey, sub tsukishima, being recorded, (holy shit im kinda a freak), and degradation.
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You sighed heavily as your design teacher continued to drone on about a topic you couldn't give two fucks about.
You stared out the window, resting your head in your hand as boredom set in. With your other hand, you tapped your nicely done nails against the smooth surface of the desk, making a soft beat that stood out against the quiet of the classroom.
As you looked outside, the amazing weather caught your eye, almost calling you out. The sun shone brightly, casting a glow on the colorful scene outside. The sky was a clear blue, with no clouds in sight, making the green trees dance gently in the breeze.
The wind rustled the leaves, creating a playful sound that felt refreshing compared to the stuffy room. The whole scene looked so inviting, making the classroom feel even more cramped and dull.
Which translated to a perfect day to spend shopping in your book. You wanted to slam your head against the desk as time seemed to be ticking slower by the minute.
Forcing your gaze away from the beautiful sight, you skimmed your surroundings. Beside you was one of your best friends, Yachi, who was studying diligently. Occasionally glancing at you and giggling at your very apparent misery.
"Chi-chiii..!" You whined as you leaned directly into Yachi's personal bubble. "When will this torment end..?"
The short blonde glanced at you, clearly amused by your dramatics. "Mm, I think this class ends at 3:20 p.m., so four minutes?" Her lips curled upwards into a soft smile as she spoke.
You huffed exaggeratedly, leaning back into the annoyingly hard surface that was supposed to be a chair. "I'm blowing up this class."
A muffled and bewildered snort came from Yachi as she slapped a hand across her mouth to keep her laughter from escaping her pink lips. Lowering her hand as she turned to stare with a false pointed look.
"Blow up?" She questioned, her face gently scrunched as she held back giggles.
As you opened your mouth to respond, the speakers chimed a jingle, signaling the end of class.
Before Yachi could complete a blink, you were standing with all of your belongings packed, staring down at her happily.
"Hurry the fuck up, I'm trying to get out this bitch STAT." Your excitement is evident in your brightened expression and laxed posture.
The blonde shook her head playfully as she packed up her books and pens. She stood slowly, stretching her back and arms before grabbing her crossbody. Taking this as a sign that she was ready, you took off towards the door with a giggling Yachi behind you.
You both walked side by side through the sparse hallway. You talked animatedly as you retold some drama from last week. Yachi nods along to your words happily, albeit a bit confused.
Suddenly, your path is blocked by the husky, meat wall that is Tanaka. The tall male is smiling down at the two of you. His chest puffed out as his posture remained as confident as always.
"Yachi! Y/N! Just the two I was looking for." His voice was loud, the sheer volume making people jump and turn to stare.
Yachi's cheeks flushed at the sudden attention, scrambling to quiet Tanaka down gently. You, on the other hand, just smacked the back of his head and glared down at him as he crouched to hold his now aching head.
"Can you not greet us like a damn fein?" You sighed, holding your forehead in the palm of your hand. "What did you need, Tanaka?"
You continued to speak as Yachi's hands floated uselessly by Tanaka's throbbing head. However, it was almost like you never smacked him with how quickly he bounced back at the mention of his previous quest.
"Oh! Right!" He exclaimed happily, quieter than the last time he spoke.
He placed two hands on each side of his hips and smiled widely at the two. "Apparently, there is this gorgeous ginger at our table! Noya said that Tsukishima brought her by."
Your face perked up at the mention of your boyfriend before everything fully registered. Once Tanaka's words did click, your head tilted to the side curiously.
"Kei? Brought some random girl to our table?" You asked with a confused pout. Tsukishima was never the type to bring new people into his existing friend group, especially a girl. Usually, he's complaining about how it's too much work talking to people, especially a girl.
Tanka shrugged as the trio began to move towards the canteen on campus. "Eh, Noya didn't elaborate other than she's Tsukishima's partner in a project. You know how Tsukishima can be when it comes to his grades, he doesn't play about em'."
You smiled softly at the small detail mentioned by Tanaka about your boyfriend. He truly did get laser-focused on major projects, so that he tended to tune everyone out.
Once you went to visit him at his dorm, only to discover that he hadn't showered in two days because of a paper that was worth 20% in his history class. You snickered to yourself, recalling how you almost beat him into the shower, the only thing holding you back being the deathly funk encompassing Kei's being.
Snapping out of your thoughts, you come to realize that you are in the canteen, approaching your usual spot. You locked eyes with Nishinoya, who stuck his tongue out playfully upon seeing you. Giggling at his antics, you retaliated with a raspberry as you took your seat next to Tsukishima. You tipped your head to look at him, the deadpanned blonde, who continued his conversation, not even batting an eye at your presence.
Your face scrunched in annoyance as you slowly turned your head to stare at the group, being able to observe who was there now. Nishinoya's lips were pursed, his eyes shut as he concentrated on holding back his laughter. Yachi giggled across from you, her hand covering her lips. Yamaguchi looked annoyed on your behalf, and Hinata, who sat near him, was digging the fuck into his food.
Kiyoko, Kageyama, and Sugawara were also sitting at the table and were fixated on their own conversation, but they did stop briefly to greet you. Unlike some tall, blonde bastard.
You moved to cough exaggeratedly near his neck, watching as his shoulder hunched up to his ears and goosebumps spread down his body. His head swiveled quickly, immediately glaring daggers at whoever coughed on him. When his honey-brown eyes met yours, his face quickly softened, but his annoyed glare remained.
"Was that really necessary?" His eyebrow cocked in clear irritation laced his tone.
Your tongue peeked out playfully from your grin as you tilted your head in faux innocence. "100 percent necessary."
Tsukishima couldn't help the small smirk that overtook his lips at your coy response. He shook his head and sighed playfully. "Whatever, your highness."
Before you could snark back, a soft hum came from behind the tall blonde.
A pretty redhead peeks around Tsukishima's head, her brown eyes making eye contact with yours. She eyes you up and down before turning to Tsukishima with a smile.
"Whose this, Tsukki?" She cocked her head to the side, bringing a finger to her pouted lips.
You felt a tick in your eye at her words.
Who were you? WHO were YOU? Who the fuck was this Pepper Ann lookalike calling YOUR man Tsukki?
Before you could say anything, Tsukishima cut in between you. You notice his face didn't look annoyed, but rather indifferent, when speaking to this random woman.
"This is my girlfriend, Y/N." He introduced you plainly, but you could hear the endearment in his voice. Unbeknownst to him, you were glaring this bitch down.
"Dork, this is my new lab partner, Annabel." He turned to you with a small smile, gesturing to the woman.
"It's nice to meet you. Tsukki hasn't mentioned you, so I never would have thought you would be his girlfriend." She laughed playfully, but it was clear to any woman that she was being shady.
Yachi watched with pursed lips as you clicked your tongue in subtle annoyance. Nonetheless, you put on a smile and leaned into Tsukishima as you spoke.
"Nice to meet you, Annabel." Your reply was polite but curt as you eyed her up and down.
She hummed and scrunched her nose. "Just call me Anna, I hate my full name."
"Mm, I would too." You murmured into your hand before smiling at her. "It's fine, I'll just call you Annabel."
The table, minus Tsukishima (and Hinata), was clearly aware of the hostility between you and Annabel. Nishinoya was staring intently at the two of you with excitement. Yachi looked ready to book it if a cat fight broke out, while Yamaguchi sweated nervously beside Hinata, who was completely oblivious while eating.
The subject was quickly changed by Kiyoko, as she was not about to break up another fight with you in it.
"So, what is your project about?" The raven-haired woman quickly asked to draw attention to something else.
Tsukishima's eyes clearly lit up in his excitement, smirking cockily. "Well, it's about..."
... And that's about how far you got into his chem spiel before tuning everything out.
While you were daydreaming about being anywhere else, your ears picked up your name.
"Does Y/N not like chemistry?"
Your face quickly scrunched up at the realization that the source of the voice was Annabel.
Tsukishima scoffed quietly at her question, his head tilted back lazily. "Nah, she's too focused on her makeup and clothes to even try getting into it."
Your eyes rolled playfully as you gently bumped your lanky boyfriend. "Hey, I've tried getting into your geeky interests."
You shrugged your shoulders and straightened your lips into a line. "I just don't get it."
Your eyes moved slowly to glare from the side at the laughter from Annabel, who was covering her mouth as she giggled.
"Don't get it? You don't understand the fundamentals of life?" Her tone was snarky, but it was clearly hidden behind humor.
Tsukishima chuckled beside you at her words. "That's what I've been saying, how can't you understand science? Hell, even Shrimpy understands to a degree."
Annabel took Tsukishima's so-called joke as an opportunity to throw herself onto him. Giggling into his shoulder, right by his ear. You could only seethe silently in your spot. Your eye twitched as you watched her place a hand on Tsukishima's forearm.
"You're so funny, Tsukki! How did you end up with such a... simple-minded girlfriend?" She smirked at you from her spot on his arm.
...
Blow her up. Blow her up NOW, NOW.
You could feel your face flush with anger, your ears and face burning. Your eyes quickly glared at Tsukishima, waiting for him to comment on the obvious disrespect.
But the tall, blonde just nodded in agreement, smirking obliviously as the table gawked at him. "Honestly, I have no clue. She can be pretty dumb."
As soon as Tsukishima's words left his mouth, you noticed Yachi's eyes darting toward you, surprise etched on her face. You bit your lip, trying to keep the irritation from bubbling up inside, and managed to force a smile that didn’t quite reach your eyes. Taking a deep breath, you attempted to steady yourself.
Resting your elbow on the table, you propped your chin in your hand, adopting a casual pose to mask the growing annoyance beneath the surface. A quick glance at Tsukishima made a mix of amusement and irritation bubble in your chest, causing a smirk to twist your lips. You began tapping your nails rhythmically on the table, restless energy simmering just below.
“Oh, so I’m being dumb now?” you shot back, keeping your tone light but sharp. With a sarcastic grin, you tilted your head, challenging him to read your true feelings.
Tsukishima scoffed, totally oblivious to the annoyance in your voice. He spun around to face you, his expression a playful blend of mock shock and annoyance. His nose crinkled, and his eyes narrowed as if he found your frustration amusing.
“Aren't you always? I’m certainly not the dumb one in this relationship,” he replied, rolling his eyes dramatically and flashing a bold smirk.
You pressed your tongue against your cheek, stifling a sigh as you raised an eyebrow, unconvinced. You shook your head slightly, working to conceal your irritation.
“Good to know,” you said curtly, watching as Tsukishima slipped back into a conversation with the others. Your gaze drifted over to Nishinoya, who was seated nearby, enjoying the back-and-forth between you and Tsukishima with an amused expression.
You rolled your eyes at him, giving him a subtle middle finger, causing him to snicker. With an exaggerated huff, you pulled out your phone, scrolling through messages to keep yourself occupied while the conversation buzzed around the table.
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The cold breeze swept through the evening air, sending an involuntary shiver down your spine as you and Tsukishima strolled toward your apartment, the distant glow of campus lights flickering in the twilight. You huddled into yourself, wrapping your arms tightly around your body in a futile attempt to fend off the biting chill.
Just as another wave of cold washed over you, a comforting heat radiated from your side. Turning your head, you caught a glimpse of the lanky, blonde man who had draped his soft flannel shirt over your shoulder, its warmth contrasting sharply with the crisp air.
You rolled your eyes, irritation bubbling up inside you, before pulling the flannel closer and wrapping it securely around yourself, appreciating the warmth it provided against the cool evening.
"Wow, how romantic of you." You huffed, watching as your breath formed white fog.
Tsukishima smirked and cocked his head back cockly. "I know, no need to praise me."
You scoffed at his irritable words. Picking up your pace as your apartment inched closer. You stomped up the stairs to your door, reaching into your bag for the keys. He waited behind you, crossing his arms impatiently.
You let out a frustrated sigh as you struggled with the keyring, but finally heard the satisfying click of the lock. Pushing the door open, warm air wrapped around you like a cozy blanket, a pleasant contrast to the chilly outside.
Tsukishima quietly followed you inside, and after sharing a glance, you both kicked off your shoes. The familiar scents of home enveloped you—cinnamon from a candle and earthy notes from the plants.
You dropped your bag and settled into your cozy space, feeling drawn to the warm atmosphere of your room. After a brief pause, you opened your closet and sifted through your clothes, finally spotting the perfect outfit. A small rush of satisfaction filled you as you made your way to the bathroom to freshen up.
He trailed behind you, his eyes fixed on your every move. "What are you up to?"
"Just grabbing some clothes," you replied shortly.
There was a moment of silence before Tsukishima asked, "For what?"
"A shower," you responded, just as curtly as before.
Before he could say anything else, you swiftly shut the bathroom door, inadvertently bumping his nose.
..
"Well, fuck you too."
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The light-haired man sat lazily on the couch, already changed into his comfy clothes, because why would he shower if he did so the morning before? Ridiculous girls and their excessive hygiene.
He was scrolling through his phone, feeling bored and lonely. The silence made everything worse, and without a girlfriend to talk to, time felt like it was dragging on forever.
Just as he had begun to mope about his horrid predicament, the bathroom door clicked open. His ears perked up as he listened for your steps. Grinning cockily as you rounded the corner.
"Finally, I thought I was going to die of boredom." He expressed, leaning back into the couch and subtly opening his arms.
You made your way to the couch and plopped down a few feet away from him, keeping a noticeable distance. With your arms crossed tight over your chest, you wore an expression that screamed boredom, your eyes wandering as you avoided his gaze. The room felt thick with an awkward silence, and you could practically feel the tension hanging in the air between you two.
He waited with pursed lips and an arched brow. "Uh, hello? Why are you so far away?"
You hummed softly, acting clueless. "Hmm, I thought you were the smart guy, can't you figure it out?"
His face deadpanned as he crossed his arms. "Really? That's what this is about?"
He let out a deep sigh, his frustration evident in the silence that followed his words. Shaking his head in disbelief, he raised his hands defensively. “I didn’t lie,” he insisted, his voice steady yet laced with exasperation.
With a playful tilt of his head and a smirk playing on his lips, he shot a quick glance to the side as if to underscore his next point. “Honestly, you’re being ridiculous right now,” he mocked, allowing his words to linger in the air with a mix of humor and challenge.
You pounced.
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His eyes were blown wide as you pinned him down with your body, your chest flushed against his. You leaned closer to his face, your noses a few centimeters apart. His hands hovered uselessly around your body, cheeks flushed pink.
He licked his lips nervously, his eyes darting around, refusing to meet yours. "Um, what the fuck, w-what are you doing..?"
You paid no attention to his stammering, as you leaned closer with a calm expression. "Do you really think I'm being ridiculous?" Your voice was steady, clear.
His honey-brown eyes briefly met yours, and he eyed your expression, clearly observing you as if you were an equation that needed a solution. His head cocked back, and his eyebrow raised, a smirk slowly spreading across his lips.
“Currently? 100 percent.” He laughed softly, a clear tremble in his tone as he shifted slightly to accommodate you.
“And as much as I love having all your weight on me…” he scoffed a bit beneath you as he spoke. His jaw clenched with the effort before he finally flopped back down onto the couch with a huff. Light brown eyes squinted up at you, clearly irritated.
You couldn’t help but laugh as you leaned away from his face, tilting your head innocently. “What? Can’t lift your own girlfriend?”
His nose scrunched up, and his face flushed. He pressed his lips into a thin line and narrowed his gaze at you. “Ugh, can’t you—”
“Can’t I what?” You cut him off, leaning back into him. His head instinctively moved away from yours. Quickly, you raised your hand and grabbed his jaw, turning his head back toward you.
Taking in your boyfriend’s flushed appearance, you took notice that Tsukishima’s eyebrows were deeply furrowed, his cheeks were a lovely shade of red, and his lips formed a pout from the pressure of your fingers. Looking closer, you could see small beads of sweat beginning to form on his face.
You smiled confidently and leaned closer to him, your lips just barely brushing against his. You could hear his breathing quicken as his eyes dilated.
"Go on, finish your sentence." The corners of your lips curled into a smirk as you watched him struggle to respond.
"I- You can't- Can you..." His breath stuttered, and his mind raced; for once, he seemed at a loss for words.
Your eyes were fixed on him, determined to study his every move and commit his expression to memory. His gaze shifted from your eyes to your soft, inviting lips.
Feeling the warmth of your body pressed against Tsukishima's chest sent electric jolts through his system. His light brown eyes, previously darting nervously, now struggled to stay focused as your lips brushed against his. The trembling in his hands intensified as they settled on your waist, his fingers digging slightly into the soft fabric of your shirt.
'What the shit is happening right now?' His mind raced with conflicting thoughts—irritation at his own weakness, arousal at your assertiveness.
When your lips fully connected one more, you felt his breath hitch despite himself. Your soft, practiced kiss contrasted sharply with his rushed, hesitant response. The subtle string of saliva between you made the blonde feel exposed, vulnerable in a way that both terrified and excited him.
As you separated, both panting softly, Tsukishima's gaze fell to your lips; pink and glistening. His tongue darted out unconsciously to wet his own chapped lips.
Your fingers sliding down his arm felt like a physical manifestation of his surrender. When they interlocked their hands, his clammy palm pressing against yours made him feel embarrassingly weak.
"Fuck..." he breathed out, his usual confidence completely shattered.
His chest heaved with each breath, his body betraying just how much her touch affected him. Your eyes tracked every micro-expression on his face—the flush deepening across his cheeks, the dilation of his pupils, the slight tremor in his jaw. You smiled with a confident smirk, and he could only tremble, feeling the heat pooling low in his stomach.
Without another word, you stood up from the couch, your movements fluid and purposeful. Tsukishima remained sprawled on the couch, his body too boneless with need to move. You held out your hand to him, your eyes gleaming with mischief and desire.
"Come on, let's go to the bedroom."
His breath caught in his throat as he looked at your extended hand, knowing exactly what you intended. Despite his earlier protests, despite the confusion still fogging his mind, his body was already responding—he could feel the telltale hardness forming against his jeans.
Slowly, almost reluctantly, he reached up and took your hand, allowing you to pull him to his feet. As they walked toward the bedroom, your fingers intertwined with his own, your thumb tracing small circles on his palm.
The bedroom door closed softly behind you, the sound somehow making everything feel more intimate, more final. You turned to face him, your cheeks lifted as you smiled warmly.
"Just relax," you whispered, your voice taking on a soothing tone that somehow made Tsukishima's heart race even faster. "I'm going to take such good care of you."
You guided him over to the bed, your movements deliberate as you positioned him sitting on the edge. The anticipation was almost unbearable—his mind was still catching up to what was happening, while his body was already fully invested in the sensations coursing through him.
Your hands moved to the buttons of his shirt, and he felt his breath hitch as you began to remove his clothes layer by layer, exposing his flushed skin to the cool air of the room.
Once he was bare from the waist up, you stepped back to admire him, your eyes roaming appreciatively over his chest, his shoulders, the way his body tensed with anticipation.
You reached into your nightstand and pulled out a pair of silk scarves, the soft material slipping through your fingers like water. Tsukishima's brow furrowed in confusion as he watched you approach, the scarves held loosely in your hands.
You moved behind him onto the bed, and he felt the cool fabric wrap around his wrists, binding them together. The sensation was both soft and restrictive, and he tensed instinctively against the restraints. "Baby—" he started, his voice coming out as a breathless question.
But you were already moving, your hands sliding down his bare chest as you leaned over his shoulder, your lips brushing against his ear.
"Shhh," you murmured, your warm breath sending shivers down his spine. "Just trust me."
Your lips curved into a satisfied smile as you felt Tsukishima's body tense beneath your touch. You tightened the silk scarves around his wrists just enough to make him feel secure but not painfully restricted, then gently guided him to lie back on the bed.
The mattress dipped under his weight, and you positioned yourself to straddle his hips, your weight pressing down just enough to be felt but not suffocating.
Your hands roamed over his bare chest, fingers tracing the defined muscles beneath his skin. The contrast between your soft touch and his heated body was intoxicating, and you could feel his heart racing beneath your palms.
"Look at you," you whispered, your voice taking on a teasing lilt as you gazed down at him. "So eager and exposed for me."
Your eyes traveled lower, to where his erection was straining against his remaining clothes, creating an obvious tent in the fabric. Your smirk widened as you reached down, your fingers hooking into the waistband of his jeans.
You pulled them down slowly, deliberately, exposing the full length of him—hard, hot, and throbbing with need. A bead of precum had already formed at the tip, and you leaned down to catch it on your tongue, the salty taste making your eyes flutter closed for just a moment.
"Mmm, you taste good," you murmured, your warm breath washing over his sensitive flesh.
Tsukishima's hips bucked involuntarily at the contact, his bound hands clutching uselessly at the silk scarves. You chuckled softly, the sound both soothing and mocking. "Already soo desperate?"
You positioned yourself over him, your thighs straddling his waist, and began to move in slow, deliberate circles. The friction of your movements was maddening, your heat just barely grazing his length without actually touching him. Your hands moved to his chest, fingers splaying across his torso as you leaned forward, your lips hovering just above his.
"Tell me, Kei," your voice dropping to a sultry purr, "How does it feel? Having me in control like this? Having your prettylittle cock so hard and needy for me?"
Your words, a direct assault on his pride, but they also sent jolts of pleasure through his body. Tsukishima's jaw clenched, his brow furrowing as he struggled to maintain some semblance of composure despite the overwhelming sensations.
Your hands slid down his chest, one hand reaching for his bound wrists while the other continued to tease his erection. You wrapped your fingers around his shaft, stroking him slowly, firmly, your thumb swiping over the sensitive head.
"Such a good boy," you cooed, your tone dripping with condescension even as your actions brought him pleasure.
"Awh, look at you, getting sooo hard for your little girlfriend. So desperate for my touch."
You shifted your position, shifting down off of his chest and closer to his heavy erection. The new angle allowed you to take him into your mouth, your lips creating a warm, wet tunnel around his sensitive flesh.
Tsukishima's breath hitched, his body arching off the bed as your tongue swirled slowly around his tip. Your movements were unhurried and deliberate, each stroke designed to maximize his pleasure while simultaneously keeping him just barely stimulated.
You pulled back just enough to speak, your lips glistening with saliva and precum.
"You're going to cum for me, aren't you? You're going to spill alllll over yourself like a good little slut?" The degradation in your words was almost as arousing as your touch.
Tsukishima's face flushed deeper, biting his lip to hold back a choked moan. His eyes squeezed shut as he tried to fight back the overwhelming sensations. His hips bucked involuntarily, seeking more friction, more contact, anything to ease the building pressure in his core.
Your eyes gleamed with satisfaction as you watched him struggle. You moved off of and away from his cock, using your finger tips to tease the head.
"Not yet," you spoke softly, your pretty lips curling into a smile. "Not until I say so. You're going to learn to respect me, kay'?"
Your hands continued their teasing exploration, fingers tracing patterns on his chest and abdomen, never quite touching where he needed you most.
"Please..." The word escaped his lips as barely a whisper, his voice strained with need.
Your smirk widened, and you leaned down to capture his lips in a deep, claiming kiss. Your tongue invaded his mouth, tasting the desperation there, the way his breath came in short, ragged gasps. You broke the kiss, your eyes searching his face.
"What was that? I couldn't quite hear you." Your voice was sweet, almost innocent, in stark contrast to the way your hand was still wrapped around his shaft, stroking him slowly but firmly. "Speak up, baby. Tell me what you need."
"Fuuuck... I need—..." Tsukishima's words came out broken, his hips bucking against your hand. "I need to... I need to cum, baby.. please, I can't—"
His voice cracked, and you felt a surge of power at his complete surrender.
"Oh, you want to cum?" You purred, your thumb swiping over his sensitive head, smearing the precum leaking from him. "Then why don't you show me how much you neeeeed it? Beg for it like the desperate little slut you are."
Tsukishima's face flushed darker, his pride warring with his pleasure. "Please, baby... I'm begging you..."
Tears pricked the corner of his eyes, eyes that glared up at you, yearning honestly. "I- need it.. need to cum.." The words were torn from him, raw and honest.
"Mm, good job," you whispered, your hand picking up speed.
The friction was almost too much, your wet palm sliding up and down his hot length as your thumb circled his tip. Tsukishima's body arched, his breath coming in sharp, desperate pants.
"Go on, hon'. You can do it, cum for me." You whispered gently, a different contrast from your speed and motions. "Show me how badly you need me."
His orgasm built rapidly, his cock pulsing and twitching in your grip.
"Baby, I'm— I'm gonna—" His warning was cut off by a strangled choke as he came, his cum spilling all over your soft fingers in thick, hot spurts.
You watched his face contort in pleasure, his jaw clenched tight, his eyes squeezed shut as his body shuddered through the aftershocks.
But of course, you weren't done.
Even as his cock twitched weakly in your grip, you kept stroking him. Your touch, gentle but insistent, against him.
"That was so good," you murmured, your voice soft and calm. "But you know what? I think you can do that again. I think my little slut can cum two times for me."
Tsukishima's eyes flew open, his expression shifting from blissful satiation to disbelief.
"W-what? Baby, I can't... I just came... I-I need a minute..." His voice was weak, his body still trembling from the intensity of his first orgasm.
You laughed softly, your hand never stopping its gentle ministrations. "Oh, but you're going to try anyway. I want to see you all dumb and stupid for me. Now, be a good boy and let cum again for me."
You moved back up towards his chest, moving to straddle his legs. Your fingers continued their teasing strokes, your thumb occasionally swiping over his sensitive head to keep him stimulated.
Tsukishima's body reacted despite his mind's protests, his cock beginning to harden again under your touch. The sensation was overwhelming—pleasure and discomfort blending together as his oversensitive flesh was stimulated again so soon after release.
"F-ffuck, baby... this is- t-too much..." he whimpered, his hips shifting restlessly beneath you.
"Agh, i-it hurts... but-" His confusion was palpable, his body caught in a state of overstimulation that was pushing him toward another peak even as his mind struggled to process the sensations.
Your eyes softened slightly as you watched him, your hand slowing to a gentle, almost reverent pace.
"Shhh, I've got you," you whispered, "Just let it happen, baby. Let yourself feel everything."
The second orgasm hit Tsukishima like a freight train, his body trembling with a force that left him breathless and gasping.
"Baby.. oh fuck..! Oh- god, oh fuck..!" The words tore from his throat in a raw, desperate cry as his cock pulsed and twitched, another thick wave of cum spilling over your fingers.
His entire body went stiff, muscles straining as pleasure and ache danced along his nerves. Tears pricking at the corners of his eyes, his face contorted in an expression of pure, unadulterated bliss.
When it finally subsided, Tsukishima lay panting on the bed, his body slick with sweat and the evidence of his release. His mind was foggy, his thoughts scattered and disjointed. He could feel your hands on him, still stroking gently, but the sensations were almost too much to process. His cock was oversensitive, every touch sending jolts of pleasure-pain through his nerves.
"B-baby... I... I can't..." he managed to whisper, his voice hoarse and broken. His eyes were unfocused, staring up at the ceiling with a dazed, glassy look. The world around him seemed distant, muffled, as if he were underwater. His body felt heavy, boneless, completely spent.
Your expression shifted to one of heated satisfaction as you watched him. You reached over to grab your phone from the nightstand, your movements unhurried and intentional. The recording function glowed on the screen as you positioned the camera to capture both of you—Tsukishima's disheveled, post-orgasmic state and your own satisfied expression.
"Look at you," you purred, your voice taking on a teasing, mocking tone.
"All fucked out of your mind.. too dumb to even respond properly." You leaned down, your lips grazing against his ear as you spoke.
"Who's the dumb one now, Kei?"
Your words hung in the air, and Tsukishima's dazed eyes slowly blinked, trying to focus on your face. His mouth opened, but no coherent words came out—just a soft, confused whimper.
His body remained limp beneath you, completely at your mercy, too overwhelmed to think clearly. The recording continued to roll, capturing every dazed, blissed-out expression on his face as your question echoed in his mind, thoughhis brain was too fried to formulate a proper answer.
Your fingers traced along Tsukishima's jaw, tilting his face toward you as you gazed down at him with a mixture of amusement and desire.
"That's right," you murmured, your voice dripping with fulfillment. "You're just too fucked out of your mind, aren't cha'? All those biiiiig, smart thoughts just... gone."
You pressed a soft kiss to his forehead, your touch gentle now, almost soothing.
"You look soo pretty like this," you murmured, your thumb brushing over his swollen, sensitive lips. "All flushed and dazed for me.."
Tsukishima's eyes slowly focused on your face, the fog in his mind beginning to clear just slightly. He tried to speak, to form some kind of response, but all that came out was a weak, "Mmnh..." His body still tingled with the aftershocks of his two orgasms, every nerve ending alive and sensitive.
The silk scarves around his wrists felt loose now, and he could have easily freed himself if his brain had been functioning properly, but he was too drained, too blissed-out to care.
You pulled back from Tsukishima's face, a satisfied smile playing on your lips as you set your phone down on the nightstand, deliberately angling it so the camera continued to record. You stood up from the bed, and Tsukishima's dazed eyes followed your movements with lazy, unfocused interest. As you began to remove your clothes, his gaze sharpened slightly, his body responding even in his exhausted state.
His cock twitched against his thigh as your naked body was revealed to him, all your curves, dips, and plush on full display under the soft lighting of the room.
Despite the overwhelming pleasure he'd just experienced, despite the fog clouding his mind, his body was already responding to the sight of you. A slow, steady hardness began to build in his shaft, his sensitive flesh growing stiff again as blood rushed back to his neglected areas.
You noticed the change immediately, your eyes lighting up cockily as you watched him harden beneath your gaze.
"Oh my,"
You purred softly as you moved back onto the bed, making it dip beneath you.
"Looks like someone's not as fucked out as I thought."
You reached down and ran the tips of your nails along his length, your touch gentle but teasing. Tsukishima's breath hitched at the contact, his body tensing slightly as pleasure sparked through his nerves.
You climbed back on top of the blonde, straddling his hips. You moved and positioned yourself over Tsukishim, your wet, ready pussy hovering just above his straining cock.
"Are you ready, baby?" your voice dropping to a seductive purr.
"Ready to take this pretty pussy until I'm done?"
Without waiting for an answer, you slowly lowered yourself onto his hot cock, your tight walls enveloping him in a slow, deliberate motion.
Tsukishima's breath caught in his throat as you sank down, the sensation of being enveloped by your warm, soft walls sending jolts of pleasure through his overstimulated nerves.
His hands, unraveling from the silk, came up instinctively, gripping your soft hips as you settled fully on him. Your body shook slightly at the contact.
You took a deep breath before you began to move, your hips rocking in slow, deliberate circles. Each grind was calculated to tease both of you. Your wet pussy is clenching around his cock as you ground against him.
"Fuck.. fuuck, baby..! You feel s-so good, t-too good..!" he whined quietly, his head tilting back as pleasure coursed through him.
Your hands braced against Tsukishima's chest as you picked up the pace, your movements becoming more urgent, more demanding.
Tsukishima's mind was still foggy, his thoughts scattered and disjointed, but his body responded instinctively to your rhythm once more. His hips bucked up to meet yours, the motion involuntary and raw with need.
"B-baby... oooh fuc-ck...!" The words came out broken, his voice hoarse and desperate. His cock throbbed inside you, his body already building toward another orgasm despite the exhaustion threatening to drag him under.
Your eyes glowed with satisfaction as you watched him struggle to maintain coherence, the blonde's body responding to you even when his mind was fucked dumb. You tipped down, your lips grazing against his ear.
"T-that's it, baby," you whined, your breath hot against his skin, trembling. "C-come.. on,"
Your thighs quivered from exertion, arms growing weaker as your hips continuously pushed down to meet his.
The fog in Tsukishima's mind began to clear slightly as your whine and trembling pushed him past the point of rational thought. His body took over, instincts driving him to move.
With a sudden burst of energy, he rolled them both, flipping you onto your stomach and immediately positioning himself behind you. His movements were desperate as he grabbed your plush hips and pulled that soft, warm pussy back towards his heavy cock.
This new position was exactly what he needed—control, the ability to move with raw, unfiltered desperation.
Tsukishima's cock sank into your tight, wet pussy from behind, and he let out a guttural moan of pleasure.
"B-babyy... I-I.. god—" He stammered, whining against you.
"I love y-you... ffuck, I love you— love so muuch..." The words tumbled from his lips in a breathless rush, his voice thick with emotion and need. His hips began to move, pounding into your pussy with a desperate, punishing rhythm.
His cock slammed into your heat again and again, each thrust driving you further into your mattress. The bed creaked beneath you, the rhythmic faps filling the room. Tsukishima's hands gripped your hips tightly, his fingers digging into your soft flesh, your eyes rolled back, knowing it would bruise by morning.
His head was thrown back, his eyes squeezed shut, completely lost in the overwhelming sensations coursing through his body.
Your body responded to his frantic pace, your walls clenching around him as pleasure built rapidly.
"Fffuck..! y-yes, baby..!" you gasped into your sheets, your voice breathy and desperate.
"R-right there...! oh god, r-riiight there...!" Your body quivered, and with a sudden, sharp cry, your orgasm crashed through you. Your walls convulsed around Tsukishima's cock, and a hot rush of liquid gushed from your pussy, coating his cock in your cum.
"O-ohh.. shitt..! Kei..!" You could feel your sheets rising from underneath your mattress from the force of your grasp.
The sensation of your walls clenching around him was too much for Tsukishima's overstimulated cock. The feeling of you pulsing around him, the wet heat of your cum coating him, sent him over the edge.
"B-baby..! F-fuuck.." His voice cracked as his orgasm hit him like a truck. His cock throbbed and pulsed, emptying himself deep inside your warm, soft pussy in thick, powerful spurts. His body went trembling, his hips jerking with each wave of pleasure that ripped through him.
You both collapsed together in a sweaty, tangled mess, Tsukishima still buried deep inside you. His mind was blissfully quiet, the fog of pleasure and exhaustion settling over him like a warm blanket.
Your hand came up to stroke his hair, your touch gentle and soothing as you both struggled to come down from the intensity of their shared climax.
"Holy fuck," You breathed out, your voice still shaky from your orgasm.
You shifted slightly, feeling the weight of his release inside you, the liquid settling in its spot from the plug that was your boyfriend's cock. Your body was boneless, completely sated and satisfied. You could feel Tsukishima's cock still twitching inside your pussy, the aftershocks of his pleasure making him pulse against your sensitive walls.
Tsukishima's cock gave a final twitch inside you before beginning to soften. He slowly pulled out, a soft hiss of pleasure-pain escaping his lips as he left your warm, wet heat. You felt the emptiness, the loss of his presence inside you, and let out a small, contented sigh.
You both lay there for a moment, your bodies still connected most intimately, the air around you thick with the scent of sex and sweat.
You finally rolled over, facing Tsukishima as you propped yourself up on one elbow. Your eyes were soft and loving as you looked at him, taking in his disheveled, post-orgasmic state.
"You look so pretty like this," you whispered, reaching out to brush some of his messy hair from his forehead.
Tsukishima managed a weak scoff, his eyes half-lidded and still glazed over with pleasure.
"You're such a fucking tease," he mumbled, his voice barely above a whisper. "I can't think straight... I think I'm fucking fried.."
You laughed softly, the sound warm and affectionate.
"Good. That's exactly what I was going for." You leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to his lips.
Tsukishima responded sluggishly, his lips meeting yours in a slow, lazy kiss that spoke of love and satisfaction.
After a moment, you pulled back, your fingers tracing along his jaw. "Are you okay, Kei?" she asked, genuine worry in her voice.
"You came like.. three times in a row... that's a lot."
Tsukishima let out a weak laugh, his body still trembling slightly from the aftershocks of his orgasms.
"I think... I think I'm gonna have to take a long ass nap," he admitted. "My brain is.. I don't even know."
Your expression softened further, your affection for him shining through.
"Of course it is," you murmured, your hand moving to stroke his chest gently. "I did a phenomenal ass job."
He scoffed playfully and rolled his eyes. "In the beginning, maybe. Who did all the work in the end?" He added a smirk at the end of his sentence for good measure.
"Do I need to give you a fourth orgasm?" Your face and tone were flat as you stared him down.
He put his trembling hands up in defeat, "No, ma'am, I am perfectly content as is, please don't touch me."
You chuckled at his words before moving to cuddle into his chest. His hands slowly came down around your nude form, holding you close. He laid his chin on your head, sighing contentedly.
"Ya' know, we should probably clean up." He spoke.
"Fuck that, I'll do it tomorrow before class.."
He snorted before both of you fell into a deep slumber.
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RING.. RING..
Tsukishima groaned quietly as he blinked the sleep out of his eyes, glancing down at you before moving to the source of the noise. He turned to see your phone propped up on your stand, a message about storage displayed on the screen.
He blinked slowly before noticing a caller. He grabbed it slowly and answered, sluggishly bringing it to his ear.
"Hello?" His voice was hoarse and gravelly from the morning (and other activities).
"Tsukishima? Where were you guys?"
A soft, petite voice came from the other end. A beat passed before Tsukishima realized it was Yachi.
He felt you stir in his arm as he processed the blonde's words.
"..Huh." He replied, dumbly.
"Where were you guys? Did something happen yesterday?"
The anxious girl began her spiel. In the background, he could hear Tanaka and Nishinoya hollering about some shit.
"I could expect Y/N to skip out on a day, but when I learned YOU didn't come in today either, I knew something was up! Especially since they called the roll at practice, neither of you came!"
Her words seemed to keep going as she clearly spiraled about.. something that her mind conjured up about you.
His eyes wandered to your rising form, tracking as you brought a hand to rub the sleep from your eyes. You turned to him and raised a brow, pointing at your phone.
Tsukishima took it off his ear and placed it on speaker so that you could also hear the conversation.
Not long after, you decided to cut Yachi short before she exploded.
"Chi-chi.. what are you talking about?" Your voice was quiet.
"Y/N!! What do you mean?! It's 6:20 p.m.?! Where were you guys??"
...
"Guys?.."
....
Queue the scrambling and cursing from Tsukishima, while you cackled in the back, leaving a very confused and scared Yachi on the line.
NOTE: omg this is my first time writing smut.. or writing x reader at all saurrrr if you have ANY tips or criticism pls lmk! ts mighttt be ass since I literally do NOT find Tsukishima attractive AT ALL but i had this idea n knew who it would fit immediately.. sighhh, okay AMOS OUTTT
W I L L:
☆ ships
☆ lgbtq+ related content
☆ fluff, smut, hurt/comfort, and heavy angst
☆ gore
☆ abuse
☆ mental illness (to a certain degree)
☆ torture (also to a certain degree)
☆ aus
W O N T:
☆ rape/non-con
☆ incest
☆ underaged (17 and under, 16-17 im still not willing to write even tho it's the age of consent where i live, 18+ only!!)
☆ any "weird" kinks (you know what im talking about: piss, vomit, etc.)
⤷ dont let this dissuade u from asking for certain kinks! it doesn't hurt to ask n idm!
(˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶) here is a list of fandoms that i'm in and 100% would eb willing to write fics on !!
bnha
stranger thing
haikyuu (CURRENT FIXATION)
kny/demon slayer
aot
dr stone
one piece (CURRENT FIXATION)
alnst/alien stage (CURRENT FIXATION)
sonic
soul eater
mashle
mob psycho 100
chainsaw man
jjk
hxh
orv
assassination classroom
gachiakuta
saiki k
naruto
atla
magi
re (the games overall)
monsters we make
tadc (CURRET FIXATION)
tfc (CURRENT FIXATION)
minecraft arg(s) (CURRENT FIXATION)
and more that i cant remember :/
