birthday sex w/ chifuyu is all I need in life </3 smut ahead
your house is a mess; empty cans and bottles of alcohol scattered around, plates with leftover food left to sit on the table, next to whatever is left of the cake, the aftermath of your boyfriend's birthday party visible throughout your entire house, but did you care? nope.
after opening up all the presents his friends got him, you decided that it was the perfect time to give your boyfriend, chifuyu, your own present for him. yourself.
the second the last guest closed the entrance door to your apartment and left, you grabbed chifuyu by the wrist, tugging him into your shared bedroom. you've been waiting for this all day long, and you weren't about to waste a single second anymore.
the bedroom was filled with the sounds of skin slapping, whines and whimpers coming from both of you as you rode the daylights out of chifuyu.
you had him laying down on the bed, hands gripping your hips, fingers digging into your skin as you bounced up and down on his leaking cock. your hands were holding onto his shoulders for support, and you forced yourself to keep your eyes open in order to drink up every little feature of your boyfriend's beautiful face as he struggled to comprehend the immense pleasure you were giving him.
his hair was messy, his eyes were glossy with unshed tears, his mouth hung open and jaw slacked as he repeatedly whined and moaned for you.
"f-fuck baby.. doing s'good for me.. nghhโ" he babbled almost incoherently. he's already had how many orgasms? two? three? it didn't matter, you weren't stopping anytime soon.
you couldn't help it, something in the way he would smile, the way he would laugh with his friends, the way his eyes would light up at the sight of the gifts he received. he was just so, so handsome, to the point it almost irritated you.
"'m close, baby.. s-so closeโ ah!" he'd try to speak, his words slurring near the end as he squeezed his eyes shut, thrusting up into you in order to make his orgasm come faster.
you gasped, your boyfriend was usually so gentle in bed, always putting your needs before his own, but now he couldn't help itโ too fucked out to think straight, all he could think about was getting to cum faster.
a part of you liked this side of him.
you leaned down, pushing your lips against his in a messy kiss as you doubled down, riding him into oblivion. your thighs burned, making it hard for you to move, but you didn't let up, both of you needily chasing your orgasms until you finally snapped, coating his already slick thighs with your juices.
he came not long after you, sticky ropes of release shooting into your tight cunt, painting your insides white. both of you stayed still for a few moments, gasping in each other's faces, struggling to catch a breath.
after a few moments, you finally pulled off him, letting his softening cock rest as you lay down next to your boyfriend, pulling him closer and letting his head rest on your chest as you both dose off to sleep, not at all thinking about the mess left in your apartment you'll be forced to clean up tomorrow.
"happy birthday, my love." you whisper into his ear lovingly before finally letting yourself fall asleep.
a/n:: LOOK AT HIMMM OMGHSSHSHB HE LOOKS SCRUMPTIOUS ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ I'm so sorry if this seems rushed I honestly wrote this in like 20 minutes cuz I realised that I haven't uploaded anything in awhile ๐ฅ I'm so sorry y'all I'm trying I swear ใ ใ anywhomm happiest birthday to my pretty, beauty, effortless, opulent, unparalleled, glamorous, magnificent, bewitching, immaculate, spectacular, exotic, bewitching, radiating, coveted, commanding, unrivaled, supreme, unassallable, unmatched, resplendent, enthralling, spellbinding, enigmatic, distinguished, unfading, irresistible, striking, vivacious, regal, impressive, majestic, ethereal, unforgettable, incomparable, breathtaking, sumptuous, elegant, resplendent, radiant, alluring, enchanting, ethereal, elegant, gorgeous graceful, unrivaled, graceful, mesmerizing, impeccable, charming, ravishing, sophisticated, bewitching, authentic, exceptional, sophisticated, sublime, opulent, gorgeous, awe-inspiring, awesome, statuesque, exquisite, alluring, prettiest, dazzling, effortless, cutest, perfect, princess, supreme sweetheart chifuyu ๐๐
Kageyama & Oikawa reacting to their long distance s/o surprising them after a match
requested: Oh my GOOOOD your request are open!!! ๐โค๏ธ I thought about a reaction with the Haikyuu boys (you can choose the characters). Their long distance s/o surprises them after a match!!! A cute reunion!!!
A/N: I honestly didn't know who I should pick so I just went with the first two whom I had ideas for haha hope u don't mind. While writing I realized how much I was writing for every character individually but I definitely still have ideas so maybe tell me if I should make this a series? which characters would you like to see?
Also this takes place after the timeskip since I don't feel comfortable writing during their High School years anymore so SPOILER WARNING for the manga.
pairings: Kageyama Tobio x gn!reader, Oikawa Tooru x gn!reader
warnings: not proof read
word count: 1k
Reminder that my requests are open :]
Kageyama Tobio:
The MSBY vs. Adlers match was all people talked about in magazines, the TV, the radio, social medias... at least in Japan, that was. Since u were studying abroad you probably wouldn't have caught wind of it if your boyfriend wasn't the star setter of one of the participating teams. It was all he talked about. Or wanted to talk about, you noticed. He seemed to not mention it as often in front of you as he may have wanted to. The reason for it was simple: You couldn't be there for one of the most important matches of his volleyball career. Or so he thought. You had an important exam that day and couldn't push it, given that it was one of your last motnhs before graduation. It almost killed you to not mention even a tiny word about how the exam was actually a week earlier so you could be there. It was supposed to be a surprise, after all. You tried to act nonchalant yet sympathetic when you talked on the phone and he was talking about practice, mentioning Ushijima and Hoshiumi. Occasionally the latter would just snatch the phone and chatter to you about Tobio's antics. "Y/N you realla gotta come to the match, or else Kageyama-kun might explode because he keeps all his feelings to himself!" or "Sometimes he caresses the ball all weirdly as ifimagining it's y-". You really had to laugh then, not a single one of them had a clue of your plan, only Hirugami did because you had to plan the organisational matters of your trip with him.
On the day of the match you were basically dizzy, you were nervous for Tobio but excited to see him again and the general buzzing of the crowd didn't do any good at helping to calm your nerves. There was a discussion you had with Hirugami about wether or not it was better to have the reunion before or after the match and you came to the conclusion it was better to do it aftrer in order to not "ruin Tobio's mental state" (his words, not yours, yet you still had to grin). So you let the crowd carry you, got some snacks, met some of your old friends but had to tell them to be quiet about your plan and then quietly sat down on your special place that Hirugami secured your ticket for: A perfect view of the court, yet hidden from sight of the players. The snacks you got were unnecessary, given that the match was so intense that your stomach did flips. Before the match even completely ended you got up and got ready to be one of the first people to greet your boyfriend. You braced yourself for his mood, since it seemed the Adlers were about to lose this match. Yet Tobio didn't seem to be in the worst of moods - He got to play against Hinata, after all. You couldn't surpress the smile on your face any longer when you heard the final whistle that signaled the end of the match. Yes, the Adlers had lost, but the most exciting part of the day was yet to come for you. And for Tobio, you hoped. Journalists, interviewers and other fans immediately gathered around you and pushed towards the field, where the players were talking to each other after the match, but it was just seconds until they would leave the field to make interviews. When it was finally time the crowd immediately formed a tunnel for the players to get through. Hirugami was first, leading the team, spotting you and winking at you. When Tobio brushed past you as last one in the row, you couldn't help pressing out a "Hello there, stranger."
It took him a few seconds of realisation. First he kept on walking two more steps, before he recognized your voice. His face scrunched up in question, before he stopped abruptly and turned his head to the side you were standing on. You couldn't stop grinning now, tears of joy threatening to form in your eyes and a lump forming in your throat when he completely turned around and his eyes immediately landed on you as if he just knew. You didn't move, or maybe you couldn't, but neither did he. People around you just kept looking between you and slowly realized themselves what happened. You giggled while tears were now slowly streaming down your cheeks. Tobio was always so awkward, it got better over the years but now, in public, after an emotionally wrecking game he just seemed overwhelmed, but so were you. "You dumbass Kageyama! Move!" That was Hinata's voice coming from somewhere behind you. He had grown a lot, yet now he still jumped up and down rapidly to see you. And Kageyama took the hint, didn't even care he took an order from his friend and just charged right at you, embracing you in his arms and pressing you so closely to him that it knocked the wind out of your lungs. You inhaled all the sweat he had built up from the game but honestly didn't care, there was a slight scent of his shower gel somewhere too. The best sensation were those strong arms over your back and around your waist, his heartbeat beating against yours, heading for a world record with that speed. The first cameras were going off around you and you knew that Tobio usually didn't like you or your relationship in the public, but this didn't matter to him right now. You felt his throat move against your head and it hit you that he was probably holding back tears right now, trying to understand what was happening. "Did you like the surprise?", you whispered with a shaking voice, still pressed against his chest, so your voice only came out muffled. But that didn't matter, it was only for him to hear. "You're such an idiot for this.", he whispered back, but you knew he meant well so you just laughed and pressed even closer to him, if that was even possible. "I'm your idiot though, so that makes it bearable." "Wouldn't have it any other way either."
Oikawa Tooru
It's been three months now, since Tooru left the country to play volleyball in Argentina. You hadn't visited him yet, your semester has started and you were busy with accustoming to your new living situation, and so was he. But you missed each other dearly, now that the big excitement was over and you could only rely on facecalls in different timezones. That made it even harder to stay in contact, you were often awake during completely different times, not seldom did one of you fall asleep during your calls. It was such a harsh contrast to High School, where you saw each other everyday, that one evening after a call you spent the rest of your night crying and planning your first trip to him. The smile on his face was genuine to only a certain extend when he had told you about his first game with his new team Atletico San Juan. Deep down he was sad you couldn't be there to watch him, as you were there for all his games in school, even if it was just a practice match. And this time you would also be there, you decided.
The theory behind this trip was easy enough, imagining yourself back in his arms. The actual thing however? You've never been to Argentina and your lovesickness had made you stupid enough to not plan everything thoroughly. You got a hotel room, good enough. Only until the day of the match though, hoping that Tooru would shelter you afterwards. You also got your ticket for the game, obviously. Everything else was left unplanned. You couldn't speak a word of Spanish, so the journey to your hotel was already adventurous enough. Luckily the staff at the hotel could converse with you, and that's where you planned to stay until the big day, anyway. As soon as you fell on the bed your heart began to pound. You were under the same nightsky as him again, and it would only be a few more hours until you actually got to see him again. It was so real now that your found yourself breathless for a moment. Did you even still know how to act in front of him anymore? Nonsense, you just had to be yourself. Yet, surely both of you had changed. Talking to someone through a phone was one thing, but seeing them in person again after months?
The only person you had told about your trip was Iwaizumi who you'd suggested should join you, only for him to decline being the third-wheel. You were so lost in your thoughts before sleeping that you completely missed Tooru's daily call. You had 7 missed calls and even more texts from him and gulped looking at them the next morning. The last thing you wanted was for him to worry about you on the day of his big game, so you quickly went to call him. Of course he picked up right away. "Babe! I was worried you didn't pick up!" You made up a stammering excuse about leaving on a trip with a friend for the day and only now returning, given that it was supposed to be night time for you now, or so he should think. "Well, I hope you dream about my success in the game." You grinned then, suddenly all excited and giddy. During the call you were already getting ready as you listened to him rant about his sleep and morning warm-up. "I'll be cheering you on even in my sleep, Tooru. Promise." That seemed to have satisfied him. He kept on talking though and you had a hard time guiding through this foreign city. You had to make up the excuse of having the TV on in the background. When he finally hung up you almost arrived in front of the arena and felt your heart almost beating out of your chest.
The moment the teams got on the field and you actually saw him live and in person and not through a screen your knees would have given in if you wouldn't have been seated. You couldn't even care for how the game went, really. You had missed him so dearly, his movements on the field, his mannerisms, his face, his smile and eyes. His hair had gotten a bit longer, you noticed, but it suited him in his new uniform. After the game was over (ofc they won), you were unsure of what to do. There were already interviewers bundling up around the field and fans were ready to get signatures on merch. You found it best to wait outside of the arena, hoping that at one point your boyfriend would come outside. You watched as groups of fans came streaming out one after another, until it got less and your hands started to fidget with the railing in front of you. As you watched the last line of fans come out of the big doors you noticed the team bus of the opposing team coming out of a side entrance, so you figured that team conferences were over now, as well. You gulped. Only a matter of time now. For a bit of distraction you looked down on your phone, only to find another text from Tooru saying "We won!" and you smiled as you typed an answer. Until you almost dropped your phone when two familiar arms - have they gotten a bit bigger? - found their way over your body from behind you, pulling you to a hard but warm surface. "What a naughty girl you are for lying to me about your whereabouts. Thought I wouldn't have noticed my beloved s/o in even a sea full of people?"
Tears formed in your eyes immediatley when you felt his heartbeat against your back and his warm breath brushing your hair next to your ear, sending a shiver down your spine you haven't felt in way too long. A quiet sob is all taht came out of your mouth before you turned around to face him and pulled his head down maybe a bit too rashly to press your lips against him. "I missed you, I missed you, I missed you." was all that you could mutter in between kisses and he just hummed in agreement as he chased your lips everytime you leaned back.
stranger!rokuhira chihiro who met you, a nobody, for the first time in the busy streets.
stranger!rokuhira chihiro who helped you out from getting kidnapped by the hishaku in literal broad daylight.
stranger!rokuhira chihiro who found out that you were an important and valuable asset to the hishaku's plans so he decided he is going to and will protect you from them and make sure you won't get harmed.
guard dog!rokuhira chihiro who may look indifferent from the inside, but is actually surprised that he could even proposed the idea to you. he was enamoured by your beauty from the time you first met each other.
guard dog!rokuhira chihiro who as always takes his job seriously. also makes sure that you are fine with whatever he's going to do and might do in case of danger.
guard dog!rokuhira chihiro who is undoubtedly a scary man when he saw you getting threatened by his enemies. he heard you cried out for him to save you, chihiro didn't want to ever see you cry. chihiro would swiftly kill them with a blank expression in his face, with no remorse.
guard dog!rokuhira chihiro whose face slowly turning red as his face was near yours after he bridal carried you away from your enemies. both of you could feel each other's breath, lips ridiculously close. this was chihiro's first time being this close to someone, yet alone with a woman.
guard dog!rokuhira chihiro who slowly began to catch feelings for you. this kind of romantic feelings was new to him, and he doesn't know if this would lead to his and your end, or if this would lead to your happy ending.
boyfriend!rokuhira chihiro who confessed to you with a straight face (though inside his heart was beating so fast he thought he could die). all these years he had lived his life through his desire for revenge for his father's death, and for once, he wanted to do something for himself.
boyfriend!rokuhira chihiro who swore his life to you. he knelt infront of you standing, his hand holding yours and kissed it gently. he told you that he will be your sword, and if you want him to kill your enemies, he would do as you wish.
เฟ waketoweep.
my contribution to the kagurabachi fanfic/fandom. first time making an x reader because i have only written canon x canon and canon x oc fics. had to write this out because the lack of kagurabachi/chihiro fics are killing me soooo :)
i have the tendency to hyperfixate to fandoms with little to no fanfics.
Tags: AFAB + implied fem! reader, kinda monster-fucking ? kafka does a very partial transformation into kaiju form, oral (f! receiving), tongue-fucking, squirting, overstimulation, kafka is a little bit of a soft dom, mentions of oral (m! receiving), 2nd person, no use of (y/n). banner is from @roseschoices !
oh shit sorry guys my hands slipped I accidentally wrote 2k+ words of lowkey monster-fucker smut oops
it felt like hours since kafka had first settled himself between your thighs, dragging orgasm after orgasm out of you with his sweet yet sinful tongue. during times like this, you were convinced kafka ate you out for his pleasure just as much as yours.
by this point, you were teetering on the edge of consciousness. the pleasure was immense, just shy of overwhelming, but you felt like you were floating all the same.
kafkaโs voice brought you back down to earth.
โdo you trust me?"
those words were mumbled into your skin, his hot breath tickling your bare thighs. your head was filled with cotton, hazy and nearly spent from the pleasure kafka had been lavishing you with. but even in your pleasure-drunken state, you instinctually nodded. you knew you could always trust kafka, and right now was no different.
kafka gave you a beaming smile before directing his attention back to your dripping pussy. you let your head fall back against the pillows, reaching down to gently thread your fingers through kafkaโs hair as you anticipated the return of his gentle ministrations.
you nearly yanked a chunk of his locks from his poor head, however, when a foreign yet overwhelmingly pleasurable sensation penetrated your core. it was soft and wet, yet too impossibly long to be his tongue, brushing against spots deep within you that even your own fingers could never reach.
โkafka- oh god. fuck. whatโre you- ohhh fuck.โ
you could hardly think straight, much less speak. with tremendous effort, you lifted your gaze enough to see whatever kafka was doing between your legs. you looked just in time to see it was a tongue, thick and probing and definitely not human, slithering back into kafkaโs mouth. a set of sharp teeth now extended up his cheeks almost to his ears. youโd seen him like this a few times, when he would accidentally leave behind traces of his kaiju form before he gained better control over his ability.
although this time, it certainly wasnโt an accident.
kafka was fixing you with an almost bashful look. despite now having a visage that most would deem terrifying, you found it endearing.
โis this- uh. is thisโฆ okay?โ
his voice came out deep and raspy, sending a shockwave of arousal up your spine. if you felt like your head was spinning before, you were absolutely reeling now. it was all a bit sudden, but you would be lying if you said it didnโt stir something deep within you.
โy-yeah, you can keep going, baby.โ
kafka appeared relieved, before a look of determination crossed his face.
โiโll be gentle, sweetheart. i promise.โ
you knew he would be. he always was. his caring nature shone through in every facet of his life, but he was especially so gentle with you during sex, caressing your body as though it were made of glass and stopping immediately at the slightest hint of discomfort.
he started by softly running his tongue up and down the length of your folds, as if to test the waters. his tongue then trailed its way up to your clit, prodding and curling around the sensitive bud. the pleasure was immense, even from such a simple ministration, and it caused your hips to twitch involuntarily.
kafka pulled away immediately, causing you to let out a soft whine. he caressed your thighs in a soothing manner, that gravely voice reaching your ears once again.
โwas that alright? are you still okay with this?โ
you had to stop yourself from groaning in frustration. you knew this was just kafkaโs nature, his way of ensuring your comfort and well-being, but god did you wish he would stop holding himself back in moments like this.
โplease, please donโt stop. i-iโll tell you if โs too much but please- just keep going.โ
you were sure you sounded pathetic, begging and pleading when heโd barely done anything to you, but you couldnโt handle kafkaโs unintentional teasing for much longer.
kafka tensed momentarily, but steeled himself before returning to the task at hand.
little did you know, kafka had been having very similar thoughts as yours. he would never even dream of hurting you in any way, but he would be lying to himself if he said he didnโt want to let loose sometimes, allowing his lust and devotion for you to fully consume his thoughts and actions.
maybe it was something to do with his monstrous transformation, albeit partial, but he was finding it more and more difficult to restrain himself. his senses were heightened. your smell, your sweet moans and whines, all of it was driving him crazy.
kafkaโs hands came up to wrap around your legs, pulling you closer to his eager mouth. that enormous tongue lolled out of his mouth again, slurping through your folds with more fervor. he was able to use the flat of his long tongue to grind against your clit while the tip snaked down to tease at your entrance.
โshit! so good- so good. donโt stop.โ
your hand found its way back into his hair, using it as an anchor to keep yourself grounded through the mind-numbing pleasure. you were going to end up giving this poor man a bald spot with how hard you had been gripping the strands, but kafka hardly seemed to care. your words of praise combined with the tinge of pain from your tugging made him let out what you could only call a growl, a deep and primal noise that reverberated through your core.
his tongue moved down lower, focusing its attention solely on your dripping hole. you were already soaked from your previous orgasms, but he continued lapping up your slick like a man starved. your hips jerked and twitched wildly, something kafka didnโt seem to like.
he curled his arms around the backs of your thighs, solidly holding you in place. he let out another toe-curling growl before speaking in that sinfully raspy voice.
โstop squirming.โ
it was such a simple command, one he only intended to give so he wouldnโt accidentally scratch you with his fangs, but it sent a white-hot rush of pleasure between your legs. you could only whine in response, reaching your free hand up behind your head to tangle in the sheets. you forced yourself to remain still, tilting your gaze up to fix kafka with a pleading look.
kafka couldnโt quite smile, but you could see the satisfaction in his eyes as he squeezed the fat of your thighs.
โatta girl.โ
you hardly had time to process his words before he was absolutely devouring you.
his tongue plunged into your needy hole, stroking and pressing against your walls. the tip brushed gently against your cervix, and you felt your eyes roll back at the sensation. kafkaโs strong grip on your thighs ensured you remained open and pliant for him, leaving you no choice but to lay back and take everything he was giving you.
he began thrusting his tongue in and out of you, essentially fucking you with the monstrous organ. it was hot and wet and unlike anything youโd ever felt before, a pleasure that no one else but him could deliver.
your moans and whimpers reverberated off the walls. you were too far gone to worry about keeping quiet, and kafka was reveling in each and every noise. by this point, he was thoroughly drunk off your taste, your heady scent, your cries of ecstasy. he began grinding his throbbing cock into the mattress, chasing his pleasure as rapidly as he was delivering yours.
you shrieked as kafka suddenly yanked you impossibly closer, burying his face in your heat. his sharp fangs brushed against your clit and the soft skin of your inner thighs, adding yet another dizzying sensation. all the while, kafka continued to fuck you on his tongue, prodding against spots that had the coil in the pit of your stomach winding tighter and tighter.
โa-ah god. please, kafka. pleasepleaseplease!โ
you werenโt even sure what you were begging for, pleasure clouding your mind and slurring your words in a messy jumble. but as if knowing exactly what you needed, kafka tilted his head and angled his tongue upwards, pressing against a particularly sensitive spot within you.
โfuck- kafka!โ
you were nearly sobbing now, your vision going white as kafka thrust his tongue against that spot relentlessly. your legs were shaking, the pleasure in your core building into something more intense and unfamiliar.
โwait, wait! kafka- oh fuck! too much, โs too much!โ
you pushed against kafkaโs heads futilely, but his grip on your legs only tightened. lust had consumed his instincts entirely as he continued to rut into the mattress, never once letting up on his pleasurable assault on your cunt.
it was all too much for you to handle. this new, dominant side to kafka, the addictingly teasing scratch of his goatee and sharp fangs against your heated skin, his tongue seemingly devouring you from the inside out, all of it made the tension in your stomach finally snap.
your mouth dropped open in a silent scream as your orgasm crashed over you, and you swore you nearly blacked out from the intensity. you barely registered the hot rush of liquid gushing from your core, soaking the sheets beneath you and dripping down kafkaโs chin.
your back curved into a near-painful arch, your legs kicking out and thighs clamping hard around kafkaโs head as your body couldnโt decide whether to escape from or indulge in the overwhelming pleasure wracking your body.
kafka didnโt leave you much of a choice, however. his hands traveled from your thighs to your hips, holding you down against the mattress with a fierce grip you were sure would leave behind bruises (not that you really minded) as he tongue worked relentlessly to prolong your orgasm as much as possible.
even after you came down from your pleasure high, kafkaโs tongue continued to probe lazily around your spent hole, lapping up the rest of your remaining juices. your hand released its death grip on his scalp to push weakly at his head.
โtoo much, baby. i canโt-.โ
you managed to slur out. thankfully, kafka relented, finally retracting his tongue and allowing you a reprieve.
you could feel your heartbeat pounding in your ears. you vaguely registered kafka calling your name, but it sounded muffled and distant, as though you were underwater. still, you managed to crack your eyes open to see kafka, having reverted to his normal state, hovering over you and gazing down with a look of concern.
โlove, are you okay? was that too much? shit, iโm so sorry-"
you managed a weak chuckle, reaching a hand up to gently card through kafkaโs hair. whatever beast had been unleashed before was now satiated, with kafka back to his usual doting self.
โโm fine baby. it was so good. youโre so good to me.โ
kafka sighed in relief before leaning down to press a gentle kiss on your lips. his goatee was still coated in your wetness, but neither of you could bring yourselves to care.
returning the favor to kafka briefly crossed your mind, but as he pressed himself closer to deepen the kiss, you felt a damp spot on his boxers pressing into your leg. the knowledge that kafka had been rutting into the mattress, getting himself off on your pleasure alone, made a dull throb pulse in your core, but the fatigue settling into every nook and cranny of your body pushed away any thoughts of another round.
kafka flopped down next to you before wrapping his arms around your waist. you snuggled against his bare chest, basking in the peaceful silence that enveloped you two.
after a few moments, you propped yourself up so you were face to face with kafka, a teasing grin spreading across your features.
โso, where did that come from, hm?โ
kafka flushed red with embarrassment. unable to make eye contact with you, he stumbled over his words.
โwell, uh- you know- i-i just wanted to make you feel good. but i didnโt wanna scare you or anything! a-and i didnโt wanna do too much, so i felt like this was a good place to start, ya know?โ
you giggled, leaning in closer and fixing him with a sultry look.
โ'a good place to start,' huh? sounds like youโve put a lot of thought into this. tell me, do you have any other ideas about how you could put your powers to good use?โ
you emphasized your question with a wink, relishing in the way kafkaโs face became impossibly redder. he squeezed his eyes shut and pulled you snug against him so you could no longer look at him.
โyou- you must be really tired! we should take a nap now!โ
you laughed out loud, but conceded, ceasing your teasing for the time being so you both could get some well-needed rest.
the bedsheets needed to be cleaned, and you and kafka both were in desperate need of a shower. you also apparently had a lot to discuss with him about your latest discoveries in the bedroom. but all of that could wait until later.
THAT BOY IS A MONSTER.
hibino kafka x f! reader. sinze kink
โ requested by: anon. Congrats on 8k sashi!!! you deserve them all! I'm so happy you are writing for Kaiju n8!!! I hope I don't f up with my request, so here I go: kafka x f! reader, nsfw with any kink but can you add size kink? thank you sashi! ๐๐
โ tw: mdni. explicit smut. oral. kinda public, no people around though. oral. size kink. sweet and hot best boy kafka.
โ wc: 2.5K // event masterlist // tagging: @i-literally-cant-with-this & @southside-otaku ๐
โHibino Kafka!โ you exclaim.
Another night, another late study session from the hard working โold manโ.
โYES?!โ he stands up, jolting from his seat, scared he might be in trouble. However, he calms down as itโs you instead of Hoshina scolding him for staying up too late.
However, you are there to do exactly thatโฆ and maybe, perhaps, win his heart.
โSleeping is part of your j-โ
โSleeping is part of the job, I knowโฆโ
He knows you are right, but there is something he needs to do; to be able to fight along Ashiro Taichou. And that makes your blood boilโฆ
โJust- never mindโ you mumble, noticing no matter what you say it will never make him change his mind. And is not that you donโt want him to pursue his dreams, but there is a part of you that is absolutely jealous. However, about that, he doesnโt know a single thing.
Turning around, you know this will be yet another night like any other. No approaches to the man once saved you during battle. No ย changes, no kissesโฆ or so you thought.
As you are about to leave, his -pretty big- hand wraps around your wrist. A dominant grip it both made you shiver and scared you, prevents you from leaving.
The only light around, coming from the little table lamp, is the only source of light on the base library. Silence reigns as most of the officers sleep, and yet the only noise you could hear is your heart pumping blood alarmingly accelerated.
โYou worry a lot about me, (Name). I must thank you!โ him, solemnly and sweet, expresses.
You scoff. A thank you isnโt enough to your heart. That laughter sounds louder, absolutely tinted in sarcasm. Kafka, why are you so slow?
โis everything ok?โ he continues, still holding your arm but this time softening the grip little by little.
โI care because I like you, Kafkaโ you finally spit, rather painfully or even annoyed. You understand how love works, but your heart canโt stand him having eyes just for Mina.
Silence. He is silent like a night with no Kaiju alerts. Like death, profoundly mute.
You get to release yourself from his hand, internally desperate to run away. You know there is no point in stayingโฆ you donโt want to hear apologies for liking her and not you. But then again, you were wrong.
โI LIKE YOU TOO!โ he shouts, the only way he knows how to.
In awe, you turn around to discover a sweet -and sleepy- dumbass blushed up until the tip of his ears. His eyes, opened wide. His back straight. The little belly you love, sucked it up.
โYou do?โ
He swallows, takes a big gasp of air and his face transforms. From a silly teenager in love, to a mature man with a mission; communicate how much he likes you.
Kafka walks towards you, seizing the space in between you two. You swallow too, he is taller than you; bigger than you; stronger than you.
โCan we go to the rooftop?โ he asks, as his hand reaches your cheek. Itโs soft, and manlyโฆ the touch you never thought you would experience.
You nod, out of words. And out of words as well is how you walk behind him as you both climb the ladder to reach the terrace.
A soft breeze plays with your hair and his white flowy shirt. Ahead, the city lights of Tokyo glitter on a dark sky and everything around seems to be asleep as you two should be.
He bends over the railing; Kafka seems worried.
โWhy did youโฆ wanted to come here?โ you ask, coming closer and yet keeping a reasonable distance from him.
He turns around, opening his arms, smiling sweetly so all of a sudden. โCome hereโ Kafka calls you to his embrace.
You hesitate for some seconds, but your smile finally takes over your whole face. How to say no to that big dumbass you are also in love with?
As you let yourself be engulfed in his big arms, you inhale his perfume. Never have you ever been this close to him, but you quickly get used to the scent of this manly man.
A hug so warm, his hands hanging loosely over the small of your back. A little bit lower, and those would meet your ass.
You keep your nose buried on the very centre of his chest, and your hands shyly around his waist. Even if you wish to hug his whole frame, you wouldnโt be able to.
โSillyโ you murmur, muzzled.
โDonโt call me sillyโฆ although, I prefer it over โold manโโ he huffs, hugging you closer. So close, you are unable to breathe.
โSee, I prefer someone olderโฆโ you whisper -lustfully looking into his eyes- the moment he lets you breathe for a little bit.
Kafka swallows, but it looks as if he had his throat dry. He can feel his palms getting sweaty, and all the blood of his human body migrating to a single place.
Your hand, because there is nothing else both could do to stop this, grazes his belly up his chest. You go slow, painfully slow. Your fingertips landing on his sharp mandible, feeling the raspier sensation of his unshaved chin.
He grabs your hand, allowing you to rest your full palm on his cheek for some time. But soon enough, itโs him who is placing his thumb on your lower lip. He softly plays with it, slowly and delicately opening your mouth, bringing you closer to his lips as well.
On tippy toes, you do your best to receive his kiss, but itโs him the one to bend enough to do so. Like a protective creature that is also about to attack you.
And oh, how he โattacksโ youโฆ his lips crash onto yours, with a surprising passion. Of course, he knows how to treat a woman, he is not a youngster anymore.
Tongues that dance, and huge hands on your body. Still respectful, but hot enough, one landing on your waist while the other presses your nape. His fingers tangle on your hair, pulling ever so slightly.
Your nails carve into his back, sure that those marks will be cause of interrogation coming from the officers during the next community bath time. ย ย ย ย ย ย
The more the kiss deepens, the more he is tempted to undress you right there. And you, of course, think exactly the same way.
Kafka lifts you up, sitting you on the railing. You are safe; no matter how high you both are on that rooftop; you know you are if he is the one protecting you.
His kisses travel from your mouth to your neck; Kafka inhales your skin perfume, getting hungrier from your flesh the more he does. And the first bite arrives, leaving a mark you will need to dissimulate the next following days.
โI want youโฆโ you mutter, in between heated breathe taking kisses.
โI- nghโฆ I want you, tooโ he words, nervous, hard, needy, desperate, feral and also blushed.
You unzip your uniform jacket, praying no camera were on up there. Breasts still covered by your compression shirt, begging for Kafka to reach them. Nipples hard, ready for his tongue to play with them.
โCan I?โ he asks, as if he needed to.
โPlease ~โ you purr.
โHold on tight, I donโt want you to fallโ he adds, using both of his palms to finally land on your turgent chest.
He squeezes and plays; he is still a little bit of a dumb. But soon enough, he focuses on sliding your shirt up. His eyes transform once again when he gets to see your naked upper part, almost like a salivating beast, he pounces right on to it.
Kneeled on the ground, he is able to bury his face on your breasts, followed by a wet mouth avid to devour each of them in the most delicious way. Sucking, biting and licking, making your eyes turn white.
But he wants to taste every single one of the delicacies you have to offer, and because of that he urges you to stand right back on the floor while he continues to kneel like a praying devotee of your godly anatomy.
And your most both pure and impure anatomy is what he discovers, as Kafka slides down your uniform pants into the floor.
โpleaseโฆ you are so perfectโ he whispers, placing a sweet kiss on your right thigh.
You feel your muscles spasming, but also trembling. What a man he is.
Another kiss follows, right on top of your mound of Venus, causing your knees to faulter a little and for him to scoff in a cute way.
โDonโt- donโt laughโฆโ you scold him, pulling softly from his short hair.
โIโm just happy ~โ he smiles, kissing a couple of centimetres down the last peck.
You bite your lip; this game of lust is making you -and your sex- grow impatient. Already. Eat. Me. Out. Hibino Kafka.
He looks up at you, with eyes youโve only seen while fighting Kaiju and a smirk thatโs closer to a devil than anything else. Index slides your panties down, allowing your wet core out and dripping down your legs.
Gloating, he takes a final look at what he is about to eat, and soโฆ there he goes. A tongue thatโs suspiciously great and kinda long, plays in between your folds.
You try to supress moans and whines, but itโs tough work when it comes to such precise and delicious pleasure. And it is that Kafka lifts your right leg to make it rest on top of his shoulder, to suck and devour you even deeper.
โKafk-Kafka-kunโฆ my- ughโฆ.โ You can barely mouth incoherent words, a sign of your brain getting totally taken over by climax.
โNot yet..โ he giggles, enjoying the taste of your core into his tongue. Kafka is not only delighted; he is over the moon -and probably trying to hold back his kaiju form not to finally reveal in front of you-
A last kiss on your belly button takes him to stand up; you, panting, canโt believe he has just stood up before making you comeโฆ but he has better plans for that matter.
โCan I fuc-โ
โyes, you can fuck meโ
โYoshi!โ
The sweetest dumbass grabs you by your waist, and this time he doesnโt sit you on the railing but over what you presume must be some kind of air duct construction on the rooftop. You donโt exactly know what that is, but the chivalry on your lover wonโt let your precious booty sit on a probably dirty cement surface, and instead, he takes his shirt off to place it in between to protect you.
You take a moment to appreciate his body; strong and still so real. A little bump on his belly, proper for his ageโฆ so. fucking. hot. Several marks, battle scars that havenโt healed just yet, catches your attentionโฆ when did he ever got his body cut with blades?
However, something you werenโt expecting -or maybe you did, imagining during lonely nights- was the size of his sex as it is freed from his lose pants.
You swallow. Is thisโฆ gonna fit?
โKafka-kun?โ you whisper.
โmhโฆ?โ he asks, pumping a rather large shaft ready.
You blink rapidly, opening your legs enough for his hips to reach closer. With one hand sustaining your body over the surface, and the other shily touching the warmth of his throbbing dick you barely mumble words;
โYou- bigโ
โIโll be gentle, I promise (Name)-chanโ
He sounds by far sincere. But truth isโฆ perhaps you donโt want him to be gentle, at all. ย There is something, so absolutely attractive of a man like him. Of a man so sweet and still so feralโฆ as if he had a confidential secret, as if he deep inside hid an untamed monster.
Well now, he has two secrets. And one of them has just been revealed by you. The size of that man is not only equivalent to his courage, but also quite literally in terms of anatomy.
โDonโt be gentleโฆโ you moan into his ear, as his tip gets closer to your entrance and his body covers the moonlight above you.
Kafka grunts; you shouldnโt have said it that wayโฆ
Deep. Deep enough to show on your belly as a protruding bulge.
Deep enough to make you loudly mewl. Hopefully nobody has heard.
Deep enough to trigger your body to stand on the verge of precipice, on the verge of climax.
Slaps sounds take over. His belly against yours, the kisses inhaling the little oxygen left; that, and the soft growls and huffs of that man decided to fuck you until paradise.
It feels like your walls are being ripped apart, and so incredibly good at the same time. So full of him, the scent of his skin getting stronger; his body sweating, the faster and harder his thrusts become.
โCo-comingโฆโ you communicate, muzzled by his lips.
โVery good -nghโฆโ he does the same, hitting the right spot inside of you as if he was made perfectly for you.
Hands squeezing your butt, teeth pulling your lip.
Your legs around his waist, pulling him closer, unable to go awayโฆ to pull back. Your nails once again carved on his back, your walls squeezing, milking him up.
๐ฏ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐: There was always something about seeing Kafka transformed, something that piqued your interest. Maybe it was the glow in his eyes or the sharpness of his claws, all you knew is you wanted to take his Kaiju form for a ride.
๐ฌ๐๐๐๐๐โ๐ ๐น๐๐๐: I am so sorry this one is so late!! I had some stuff come up in my personal life and it threw me all off whack. I will work to be back on schedule. Thanks for bearing with me. This was so much fun for me to do, its definitely much different than anything I've written before and I hope you enjoy! (แดอหฌแดอ)๊ค.๏พ Also, oops its late. The full masterlist for my kinktober can be found here.
โAre you sure about this?โ Kafkaโs voice shook with uncertainty, the last thing he wanted to do is hurt you, but even he couldnโt deny the way his cock hardened at the prospect of what you were suggesting. It wasnโt as if he hadnโt thought of it before, imagined the look on your face as he took you in *that* form. He had a bit more control after joining the first division. He knew he could switch back in an instant if need be but after losing control once he was too scared to risk it. As if reading his spiraling thoughts he feels your hands cup his cheeks. โKafka, baby, itโs still you. And I love *all* of you, no matter what form that is.โ
Your sweet words spoken against his lips were enough to dispel any concerns he had. His lips met yours in a desperate kiss, tongues dancing in each other's mouths as heat consumed your very beings. Kafka wasted no time after pulling away, your eyes locked on him as he transformed. He was careful, quite aware of his strength in this form as he hovered over you. His eyes darkening as he watched the way the smallest of touches had you bouncing off the mattress from the force he admitted. He caged you in, the difference in size clear as day. You felt so small as he hovered above you, heart hammering against your ribcage in anticipation.
The next moments go by in a blur. Your clothes ripped from your body by sharp claws, leaving them in shreds on the floor next to the bed. A thick thigh between your legs, one that you ground your hips down on, desperate for friction as his long tongue caressed your neck. Kafka made his way down your body, wet appendage wrapping around one of your pebbled nipples, careful of his teeth as he nipped on your sensitive area. One hand groping the other, sharp nails pinching your skin. However, it seemed he was just as desperate as you were as large hands gripped your waist, hoisting you with ease up the mattress until his face was positioned between your legs. ย
Your eyes cross, rolling to the back of your head from the pleasure you were receiving from Kafka, large hands gripping your hips as his long tongue moves deep within the walls of your cunt, the sheer length of the appendage allowing the base of his tongue to rub against your clit with every pass. The sensation of feeling so full on his tongue alone sends a shiver down your spine. You spare a look down cheeks burning at the intense gaze from those glowing blue eyes, locked on you as he buries is tongue over and over inside your cunt. The protruding boning at the top of his head resembling horns allowed you enough to grip, using them as leverage to fuck yourself back on his tongue. โFuck Kafka, so deep, need more.โ
Your response comes in the form of a growl against your cunt his tongue picking up speed, noticing the way your hips stuttered against his face as your orgasm approached. He had never managed to bring you to the brink this quickly before, if he was honest that and the sounds falling from your lips alone were a huge boost to his ego. His hands dug into your hips forcing your cunt further on his tongue, the claws digging into your skin. A mixture of pleasure and pain from the blood pooling from the wounds enough to throw you over the edge. Back arching off the bed as you cum against his face with a cry, hips rocking against his face as you rode out your orgasm. Chest heaving with heavy breaths as you come down from your high. Preparing to pull away, Kafka prepares to move, only to have your hands grip his horns. โKafka, please, need you inside me.โ
He opened his mouth to protest, but the tone in your voice coupled with the desperation clearly painted on your expression left no room for argument. Sitting back on the balls of his feet, his eyes practically roll to the back of his head with need when you part your thighs once more, your fingers parting your folds to present your cunt to him. No words needed toย be exchanged for him to know exactly what you wanted. With one hand poised on the base of his cock, he angled it at your entrance. Running the head of his cock along your fold, collecting his own saliva and your wetness for lubrication before beginning to slip inside. Barely even a few inches in he watches as your back arches off the bed.
Full, you felt so full, knowing that he wasnโt even remotely in the sheer size of him made you feel stuffed. Tears glazed over your vision as he continued to enter your depths. Your fingers gripped the sheets as you nodded, encouraging him to keep going. It was taking all the self-control Kafka had not to slam his hips forward and impale you on his cock, you were always tight, but this was an entirely new experience. After a few more moments of this, he let out a heavy sigh as he finally bottomed out inside, waiting for you to give anย indication you were ready for him to move. โFuck, Kafka..โ
You whined, rolling your hips against his own as he split you open on his cock. He took this as the initiative to move. Pulling nearly all the way out before bottoming out once more. His hips set a steady pace, the squelch of your cunt ricocheting off the walls like a symphony. His heart raced in his chest as he watched your every reaction to fucking you. Towering over your form as he fucked your tight little cunt, growling with the exertion of holding himself back so he didnโt hurt you. โMore Kafka, please fuck me harder I can take it wanna feel you.โ You sounded absolutely wrecked but it did the job, Kafka picked up speed his hips slamming into yours with reckless abandon.
Claws bit into your skin as he gripped your waist, his increased strength being used to his advantage as he manhandles you. The way he had a hold on you, forcing you deeper on his cock in time with his thrusts. He knew he wouldnโt last long, the familiar tightness building up in his stomach as he fucked you. You desperately gripped onto his shoulders, the way he was hitting the deepest parts of you while using your body as if it were a toy, not having to move a muscle as he manhandled you. He bounced you on his cock, hips stuttering as he got closer, and he wasnโt alone, tears flowing freely down your cheeks as white blurred the edges of your vision.
ย โPlease, Kafka, feel you in my tummy. Gonnaโฆ Need you to fill me up, Kafka please!โ You were already so drunk on pleasure, words coming out in a babble not even you were sure you understood as you released, body trembling violently as you came with a cry. Your juices sprayed him as you squirted on his cock. He was only moments behind, sharp teeth sinking into the tender flesh of your shoulder as he came. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room as he rode out his high, thick ropes of his cum painting your insides. Filling you so much the cum seeped out around his cock as it had nowhere else to go, your tummy bulging with not only his cock but the copious amounts ofย cum that you were sure would be dripping from your cunt for days. Kafkaโs tongue soothed the bite mark on your neck, the metallic taste filling his mouth as he cleaned your wound. He wanted to panic, pull away and apologize for losing control, but the way your ankles locked together to keep him in place he was sure you didnโt have a problem with it and that this night was long from over.
โ "shit... i'm so sorry, princess. wait, lemme make it up to you. gonna make you come on my fingers, yeah?"
โ "that's it, lie back against me and spread those gorgeous legs wide. heh, i can feel my come oozing out. so dirty..."
โ "you're close again, aren't you? hey, look at me... that's it, good girl. wanna look into your eyes when you come."
โ "here, drink some water, i'm gonna go grab a towel." *smooch* "you did wonderful, princess."
โ "remember to go pee, babe, then we can cuddle all you want."
โ "you make me the luckiest guy on earth, did you know? i know i'm probably starting to sound like a broken record, but i love you, a lot. truly. thank you for being in my life."
