anyways bout to get gross with some bokuto piss kink~ you’ve been warned
lmao that title tho - barely edited bc im lazy
it was a revolting idea at first - the thought of allowing your boyfriend to piss on and inside you. but the thought grew like a weed. it ate up any other fantasies you had until being filled with hot piss was the only one you could entertain. Bokuto had only mentioned it in passing, too sweet to pester you for it.
and even now, as he was fucking you stupid, it still buzzed around your mind like a pesky gnat.
“kou, please,” your head spun and your cheeks were already hot with embarrassment.
Bokuto looked up, cheeks pink and eyes hooded with pleasure as he drove his cock into your gushing pussy, smearing your fluids between your bodies messily. his dazed expression sent another clench of pleasure through your belly.
“want you to do it,” you babbled senselessly, writhing on his cock. “want you to piss in me.”
his eyes widened near comically and his already desperate thrusting increased tenfold.
“yeah? you want me to fill you up?” he asked breathlessly, fingers bruising your soft hips.
you nodded dumbly, pressing your heels into his lower back. Bokuto sunk his hips forward until he met the resistance of your cervix.
“might take me a second,” he panted, face scrunched in concentration. his thighs quaked with excitement and you could feel him throb inside you.
he choked out a soft whimper, eyes squeezed closed, and the first stream of his piss was euphoric. his jaw dropped and he couldn’t even stop snapping his hips forward, mesmerized by the splashes of piss it forced out of you.
the warmth of it was your favorite part, then the pressure of being filled up until it was pouring out of your cunt and onto the bed. each plunge of bokutos cock was slick and noisy from the amount of liquid trapped in your cunt. you clenched your jaw at the first tremors of your orgasm, rutting your hips in pursuit of it until your toes curled and your back bridged off the bed. your entire body was trembling and twitching from the intensity, and your head was a storm of pounding blood and ringing ears.
you almost missed bokutos orgasm as you struggled through the heavy fog induced by your own. his teeth sought out your shoulder, pinning you to the bed while he pulled you down on his cock like a fucked out little doll until he came with a shaky moan. he manhandled you into a breeding press, cock acting like a plug for whatever mix of liquids remained trapped inside you.
he soothed the impression of his teeth with soft kisses and licks, his once bruising grip light and comforting. when the blissful floaty feeling of your orgasm finally faded, you were assaulted by the horrible feeling of cooling wetness.
“bath,” you demanded, kicking at Bokuto’s butt with your heels. “get off me, I need a bath.”
Bokuto pouted, one large hand cupping your lower stomach. “but if you get up it’ll all spill out.”
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write hinata getting pegged > write my essay due tomorrow
“m’ ready please,” he said thickly, reaching down to grab your wrist.
you paused the curling of your fingers, eyebrows lifting. “aren’t you eager.”
hinata licked his lips, face flushed pink and pretty. he nodded his head desperately, bright hair bouncing against the sheets.
“okay, but you have to tell me if it’s too much,” you shuffled forward on your knees, tapping his thigh so he’d lift his butt. you slid a pillow under him and took a long moment to drag your hands up his muscled thighs.
his muscles twitched under your touch and he watched with heavily lidded eyes. “y/n,” he whined.
“i know, i know,” you leaned forward to kiss his lips, licking into his mouth while slicking up the dildo strapped to your pelvis.
it was a modest six inches, made of light pink, translucent silicone. his knees clenched around your hips at first touch, and gasped into your mouth.
you hushed him, pushing forward until the crown popped past his rim. hinata jolted in surprise, fingers coming up to grab at your shoulders.
“y/n,” he choked.
you kissed his temple chastely, barely rocking your hips until he squirmed against you for more.
“good, you’re doing good,” you said breathlessly, stomach clenching at the sight of his throbbing cock and scrunched face.
hinata still has frequent wet dreams and you can’t change my mind.
it starts with just small jerky movements that you can at first dismiss as sleepy twitches. but hinata is persistent, even in his sleep. his hands scrabble at your shirt, pulling it tight across your front.
“sho?” you ask, groggy and uncoordinated with sleep. you reach back, mussing his hair.
he doesn’t respond, a gusty sigh tickling your neck as he drives his hips forward again. you twist your neck to see him, only partially surprised to see him still asleep. this was a common enough occurrence that you knew it was just easier to lift your leg so he could rut against your thighs and ass.
as soon as he feels your legs part, his grinding becomes a bit more desperate. still uneven and jolting movements. his breath deepens against your neck, and chapped lips tickle the baby hairs at the base of your skull.
“mmph,” he whines when his cock catches on the crease of your thigh next to your panties.
“y’close?” you murmur, knowing you won’t get a response.
he rubs his face into the crook of your neck, the grip on your shirt pulling you back against his cock.
hinata freezes with a groan, the tip of his cock pressed to your covered entrance as his legs twitch and stiffen as he cums into his briefs.
you drop your leg down, reaching back to scratch through his hair again as he settles back into a still sleep.
It wasn’t uncommon for you to walk in your living room to find Makki, nearly always stinking of alcohol or weed, crashing on your couch. You’d complained countless times to your landlord about your broken window, but he always brushed you off since you were on the fourth floor.
“Jesus fucking christ,” you shoved his arm from covering his face. “What are you doing?”
“Mm,” Makki blindly tried pushing your hand away.
“Makki,” you snapped, ripping the pillow from under his head.
The back of his skull hit the hard armrest of your couch with a thump. “Fuck, Y/n! What does it look like I’m doing.”
It wasn’t uncommon for you to walk in your living room to find Makki, nearly always stinking of alcohol or weed, crashing on your couch. You’d complained countless times to your landlord about your broken window, but he always brushed you off since you were on the fourth floor.
“Jesus fucking christ,” you shoved his arm from covering his face. “What are you doing?”
“Mm,” Makki blindly tried pushing your hand away.
“Makki,” you snapped, ripping the pillow from under his head.
The back of his skull hit the hard armrest of your couch with a thump. “Fuck, Y/n! What does it look like I’m doing.”
“It looks like you broke into my apartment for the third time this week, why?” You dropped the pillow on his face.
“Mattsun has another girl over,” he yawned and positioned the pillow back under his head.
“If you keep doing this I’m gonna start making you pay rent,” you scowled, moving to the kitchen to continue your morning routine. “And you better be fucking gone by the time I’m back from work.”
“Yeah, yeah,” he waved you off.
“I’m serious, Makki.”
“Sure you are,” he mumbled, rolling over. “Turn off the lights.”
You flipped two more on.
“Hey, what kinda pizza do you like?” He asked.
You poured two cups of coffee before answering. “Why?”
“Just answer the question.” He rolled his eyes.
“Veggie, now sit up.”
“Aww, you remember how I like my coffee,” Makki crooned, grinning up at you.
You stuck your tongue out at him, kicking his feet. “Move.”
“Fine, fine,” he sat up slowly, pink hair sticking every which way.
Cute, you thought momentarily, before frowning and shaking your head. Scumbag. Makki was a useless, mooching scumbag who flitted in and out of your life, sleeping with you whenever he needed a place to stay.
“I’m serious about being gone.”
“You always are,” he smirked into his cup. “Can I at least shower before I leave?”
It was tempting to tell him no, just to have some control over the situation, but you were always weak when it came it him. He knew it, just like he knew your window would always be broken.
“Yeah,” you sighed.
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Predictably, he was still sitting on your couch munching on a slice of pizza.
“You’re back!” He sat up. “I got veggie.”
“And you were also supposed to be gone.”
“Aww, don’t be like that. Mattsun still has that loud ass chick over,” he held out a slice temptingly.
“Maybe you should try setting boundaries with him. Since, you know, you both fuckin’ live there.” You dropped your bags and accepted the slice.
“He’d do the same thing if I brought a girl home,” Makki shrugged, eyeing you shamelessly from where he lounged comfortably. “I like that little business woman look. You look good in a pencil skirt.”
You shot him a dirty look. “Don’t.”
“Whaaat?” He slid closer to you, now bumping shoulders. “C’mon, you always end up sayin’ yes. Isn’t it exhausting puttin’ this front every time?”
“I’m serious, Makki. Finish your food and leave.”
“Sure,” he smiled, sipping his beer. “How was work?”
You debated answering for a long moment. He knew exactly what he was doing. Buying you food, acting like he cared, all just to get in your pants. He was good at it, and sometimes you’d let yourself believe he actually cared in his own fucked up way.
“Fine.”
“Your boss still being an asshole?” Makki opened another beer and offered it to you.
You accepted it, taking a large sip. “Always.”
“Been sayin’ you just need to quit,” he frowned sympathetically.
“And do what? Smoke weed, couch surf, and drink beer all day?”
“Ohh, so mean,” he pouted. “At least my soul isn’t getting sucked out by a stagnant nine to five.”
Not bothering to respond, you finished off your beer and stood up. “Whatever. I’m going to shower.”
Makki watched you leave, his irritating little smile practically mocking you.
He was poking around your room when you walked in, just a towel wrapped around your body.
“If you’re looking for cash to steal, I don’t carry it anymore,” you said, picking out a large shirt and panties.
“Do you really think I’m still a shitty little teenager?” He frowned.
“Yes,” your eyes dropped to his ‘Thrasher’ t-shirt.
He rolled his eyes. “Borrowed it from Mattsun.”
“Sure,” you started to leave.
“Hey,” he caught you by your bicep. “It’s nothing I haven’t seen before.”
“So?” You glared, shaking his arm off.
“Can you stop being a bitch for five fucking seconds?” He asked.
“I’m being a bitch?” You asked, then laughed. “I’m sorry, but if me setting boundaries with you is bitchy, you’ve clearly never had someone tell you no.”
“Jesus Christ,” he grabbed your arm again, this time hauling you over to the bed. “I think you just like pissing me off.”
“Hey- stop,” you stumbled into the edge of the bed.
Makki’s lips met yours in a bruising kiss, his fingers yanking your towel down. “Stop being obstinate.”
Rough fingers caressed your ribs, any protests disappearing with your soft shivers. “Makki.”
“Shut up,” he crushed his lips to yours and pushed you back until you were flat on your back.
“Wait,” you pushed on his shoulders. “Condom?”
He held up a foil packet, tossing it next to you. “Open it.”
While you fiddled with the wrapper, he quickly stripped naked. Impatient, he snatched it from you and ripped it open, putting it on in one fluid motion. You took the brief break to reluctantly admire him. His broad shoulders tapered into a narrow waist, and lean muscles flickered in movement under his pale skin. His cock was long and flushed, not as thick as some but enough to need foreplay.
“You’re cuter when you’re quiet,” he grinned, two fingers pushing at your entrance.
You squirmed at the slight burn as he pressed in. “You’re such an asshole.”
“You like it,” he curved his fingers, cooing when you moaned. “Yeahh you do.”
“I’ll kick you out,” you said, an obviously empty threat.
He ignored you in favor of pressing his thumb to your clit as he scissored his fingers. You grabbed at his shoulders, biting back moans.
“Don’t do that,” he pulled your lip from your teeth. “Wanna hear you.”
He pushed deep, eyes on your face as he found you sweet spot with ease. Within minutes you were dripping down his knuckles, teetering on the edge of an orgasm that he purposefully kept just out of reach.
“I hate you,” you moaned, tugging at his hair. “Fuck me already.”
“Aww, whats that? Are you sure you don’t want me to leave still?” He pulled back teasingly.
You glared up at him, grabbing the back of his neck to stop him.
“Say it,” he tilted his chin up. “Say ‘please fuck me, Hiro.’”
His thumb pushed expectantly at your lips.
You swallowed down the last bit of your pride. “Please fuck me, Hiro.”
A sickeningly satisfied grin spread across his face. “Aww, so needy. I guess I will.”
“Hey, you’re the one who came here beg-“
Makki easily flipped you onto your stomach, slapping your thigh sharply. He nudged your legs apart with a knee before climbing up the bed and straddling your thighs. He dragged the tip of his cock through your slick, watching you closely. You were too desperate, wiggling your thighs needfully, to notice he slipped off the condom and tossed it under the bed. He was pretty sure you were on birth control anyways. He pressed in slowly, grunting as you eagerly clenched around him.
Reaching up, he placed his hand on the back of your neck for leverage, enjoying the way your face looked smushed into the covers. He didn’t bother letting you adjust, fucking you so roughly your bed frame knocked into the wall. Without a doubt you’d be receiving another noise complaint.
“God, you’re so fucking annoying,” he hissed, leaning down to bite your shoulder. “Acting like you don’t want me.”
“H-hiro,” you moaned into the sheets, drool smeared messily around your lips. You arched your back into his thrusts, eyes rolling as his tip relentlessly met your cervix with sharp bursts of pain.
He littered your shoulders and neck with dark hickeys, and yours hips with marks from his fingers. He wanted you to think of him every time you saw them. He liked stringing you along like this, indulged in the hopeful looks you’d send him when he was occasionally nice to you. It was cute, in some fucked up way he didn’t feel like lingering on.
He could tell you were close, your body wracked with twitches. Normally he wouldn’t care whether or not you came, but he’d recently become addicted to the way you would tighten up around him and how your walls would flutter periodically for a while after. He reached under you, two fingers rubbing your clit arrhythmically until you squealed and creamed on his cock.
“That’s it, yes,” he grunted, watching your ass jiggle each time his hips met yours with slippery noises.
He drooped himself over your back as he came, grinding against your ass until his cock was achy with overstimulation. He sighed belatedly, kissing your shoulder.
“I’m going to fucking kill you.”
He barely caught your elbow from smashing his nose. “Hey, hey! What the fuck?”
“You better have plan b money,” you kicked at him until he rolled off of you. “You fucking prick!”
“Yeah, of course I do,” he tugged a blanket loose, pushing you down to wrap you up in it so you couldn’t hit him. “Fucking calm down.”
You glowered at him, relaxing warily against his chest. Despite being a raging douchebag, he did give good post sex cuddles.
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