choso kamo relentlessly hammered into you with no shame, the once gentlemen who idolized his kin let the beast free, fucking you raw, no pills, no interruptions, without being on alcohol, drugs, or anything to boost the length.
you sensed him growing increasingly erect inside you as he jostled your head into the velvety, feathery, plush pillows. his manhood hardly fitting inside you- it had felt like an unreal toy one would acquire from an adult shop.
earlier- when he had thrusted himself inside your tightness, the pain overwhelmed your body, shocking every cell and fiber. his dick piercings extending on to the pleasure and ecstasy you already were feeling.
' m-ml.. agh- h..how come you're so g-gentle with your.. fingers and mouth.. but- mmf~! so rough.. now..? ' you moan between breaths, attempting to speak .
choso doesnt decelerate his savage rhythm for you but instead answers with grunts before actually replying to the question.
' well- fuck.. gotta make.. the most of this-.. right? ' his cock throbbing inside you, rearranging your guts- constantly hitting your cervix.
his motions easing but crueler than before- his wood stretching you more, keeping an eye on your reactions intensely as if he might miss something crucial if he blinked for just even a second.
chosos hands travelled your body, massaging your boob, gripping your waist in place, or even pulling you down further onto him. your figure lavished in hickeys and bite marks as well as soft kisses as an apology for how you wont be equipped to walking for weeks.
his labored breathing making your heart flutter, your cheeks flushed, hair destroyed from his rough fists yanking on it all night, chosos sheets saturated as a result of the lube and sticky substance that trickled down from your pussy.
his lips were softly placed on your inner thighs, his icy blues looking up at you for your approval- gosh he was like a lovesick puppy, sure he is blind but for you? even blinder.
" ma, am i doing something wrong? " he squeezed your thighs lightly purely drunk from sucking your pussy earlier.
" of course not. " he grinned to himself before massaging your boob still placing kisses but slowly riding up. satoru tilts his head up at you asking for approval, and with your nod, he sucks on your nipples softly.
°˖➴ SHOW THE EVIDENCE, not the time!! don't say "three months later" and have everything exactly the same. Show the evidence: the houseplant is dead now, there's a new coffee shop, their hair is longer, the season changed, the relationship shifted
°˖➴ People don't pause their lives!! during your time skip, other characters didn't freeze. They got new jobs, started dating someone, developed opinions, had experiences. When we come back, there should be GAPS in what your POV character knows
°˖➴ Anchor it with a CONCRETE detail!! "The last time she'd been in this room, there'd been snow on the ground. Now the garden outside was screaming with roses." Give the reader something tangible to mark the passage
°˖➴ What DIDN'T happen is interesting!! "Six weeks and still no word from him" or "Another year of birthday candles she didn't make wishes on" sometimes the time skip is defined by absence and waiting
°˖➴ Compress boring stuff, expand important stuff!! "The trial took three months" can be one sentence. But the five minutes after the verdict? That might be three pages. TIME IS ELASTIC in fiction, use it!!!
°˖➴ Characters should FEEL differently about the skip !! time passing changes perspective. Something that felt devastating last year might feel trivial now. Or vice versa. What seemed certain became a mistake. SHOW THE SHIFT
2 holes overflowing with nothing but straight semen. they both laughed, one fucking you in missionary and one shoving it raw down your throat.
it burned in an amazing sensational way. your legs quaked under sukuna. both of his cocks coated in a pearl that any woman wish was theirs. toji on the other hand grinned looking down at you.
' enjoying the show ma? say, we put on a good performance for ya, yeah? '
no responce, he shoved his dick further down.
' oh right- cant speak while my cum is clogging your throat, hm? ' he teased while playing with a nipple.
sukuna went slow thankfully but you knew it would not last long. his grip hardening by the second, it was bruising.
your body was painted with their sickened love for you, they shared your body and abused it.
and- fuck. you loved it. every. single. moment.
from the way their insane hold they had on your neck to the way theyd teasingly bite your clit softly.
in order to keep you safe- yuji separated himself from everyone and especially from you. he couldnt be hurt by more deaths even after what had happened years before.
yuji told himself he had to stay away from you, an annoying voice drew him to you. always there to bring him to your door when hes feeling .. rather a certain way.
" fuck- yuji - mm.. " his hands held your shoulders driving you down deeper into him, the scar on his lip turned upward into a smirk.
yuji's eyes were normally dark and souless but with you its like how he was 60 years ago .
sweat on his body formed, dripping down his 6 pack. yuji bit his lip slightly as he needed to hold himself back so he wouldnt get attached.
a translucent liquid pooled under you, skin to skin, he rolled his hips deeper and deeper into you.
'i have to go soon. ' his voice was clear, no room for an argument.
he pulled out when you neared your climax, picking up his clothes like he might miss an important meeting if he doesnt hurry.
• you agreed to guide him with his first time to supposedly help him study anatomy?? potential fuck buddies
his hands held you tightly and you could tell he was holding back, there was just awkwardness in the way his hands held your body.
" em.. am i doing well..? " he slowly pushes in and out.
" sato- you dont have to go so gentle, kay? im all adjusted im sure i can handle it. "
the shift in his eyes, the way he anxiously bit his lip contemplating if he should fuck you till the grass turns pink, the way his grip got tighter in the slightest.
" you wouldnt mind.. right? "
"not at all-"
SLAM. he pulled you down onto his cock like you were a broken falling elevator.
his true colors outshining the nervousness he had built up. now, instead on his hands on your sides one held your shoulders while the other held a tight grip on your hair.
this wasnt what you expected.
if you had to compare between sato and his twin toru, it was obvious sato was the more plausible option.
"a- ah... slower please- "
" you said you could handle it.. " sato pulled out breaking out into apologies and smothering you in his love.
tw: nsfw minors dni , vaginal, f! reader, inappropriate workplace relationships, imbalanced power dynamic, age gap, cockwarming & praise
the door to his office creaks open and you shuffle in, yet he doesn't spare you a glance.
he is intently focused on his work, tapping away on his laptop, eyes narrowed and fixed to the screen. sat on the desk beside him was a stack of paperwork he was likely putting-off as well. he'd been cooped up in his office for hours yet it seemed like there was still so much for him to do. work at the manga company never truly ends for akaaski.
his lips are curled into a scowl, while strands of hair fall clumsily into his face, and he'd frustratedly push them back. usually he did quite a good job of styling his hair to avoid dishevelment, but he has been at work for so long that perhaps his rigid hairdo was beginning to come undone.
you pout, and slink up to him quietly. as you near, you notice his glasses, which reflected the blue-light of the screen he was working on, were all smudged at the edges. likely from his continous adjustment of them across the bridge of his nose, and also how'd he often take them off entirely to massage his temples and rest his eyes.
once you reach his side, you point at his glasses and ask, "would you like me to clean those for you?"
he doesn't even look at you as he replies, "that would be kind of you."
you nod, and without further questions, you delicately sit yourself down on his lap, with your legs perpendicular to his, so you lean back and not interfere with his view of the screen. you wrap one arm around his shoudlers so you can keep your balance while tilted back, and you used your other hand to gently tug his glasses off, and wipe them clean with the cottony fabric of your cardigan.
even without his glasses, his mean stare is still fixed on the laptop before him, and he continues to work diligently until you set his newly clean glasses back upon his nose. "thank you, (y/n)." he mutters.
"no problem." you hum, admiring your work for a moment before resting your head on his shoulder, nuzzling your nose into the crook of his neck. the minty scent of his cologne is quite overpowering, but you relish in it. "are you almost done for today, boss?"
it was a silly question, you know. you could quite clearly see the stacks of paperwork he had yet to touch and could infer from his unwavering concentration that he wasn't nearing the end of his current project either. and you knew akaashi wasn't the type to leave so much until the next day.
"unfortunately not." he states plainly, freeing one hand from the keyboard in order to place it on the small of your back, tenderly caressing you with his thumb, "but don't let me stop you from going home. your shift is over."
you frown, moving away from his neck, to look at his face instead, "but i don't wanna leave without you. plus, you said we can go to your house today."
"you can still go to my house, and i'll meet you there later. the key is in the left pocket of my jacket." he briefly uses his hand that is on your back to point loosely to the coat-rack in the corner of the room, where his jacket hung.
"it's not the same without you, sir.." you whine quietly, slumping your bodyweight against his chest and gazing up at him longingly.
"what a sweet angel you are." he murmurs, as his hand slips from the lower region of your back, up your spine to cradle your neck and pull you in for a deep kiss. at first, you squeak in surprise and tense up, but you are quick to melt into the loving kiss, guided by akaashi's soft lips upon yours.
his eyes are screwed shut, until it is time to pull away, then they drag open to stare at you. the face of his lovely, kind assistant who will stop at nothing to please him. you've always been so diligent in your duties and so pretty while doing them; he is so lucky have found someone like you.
truthfully, he's never had the courage to ask you out because of the glaring age difference between the two of you, since that might not be something you're willing to look past. not that he minded all too much, he thoroughly enjoyed the wildly inappropriate and borderline perverted workplace relationship you shared — it was exhilarating and make him excited to come into work every morning. but now, with you in his lap and after exchanging such as intimate kiss, he realised the way you felt on his lips was just so right and he wanted nothing more than to make you his. and with the way you looked at him with those sappy, yearning eyes, it make him think he might have a chance.
once you come back to reality, you jerk your head to the side and huff, with your arms crossed over your chest, "so, i'm not leaving until you're done." you say in protest, as though you were standing up to him or being defiant, when he hasn't expressed any opposition to you staying with him. in fact, the tiny smile that dusted over his lips indicated that he would be glad to keep you.
"so be it." he shrugs in defeat, pretending like he was succumbing to your will. "you can sit here, angel, while i work." he caressed your back once more, pulling you in for a brief kiss before returning both his hands to his keyboard and continuing his duty.
meanwhile, you were able to sit and watch him for around five minutes before getting painfully bored. however, you weren't in need of mental stimulation — you have quite an active imagination and could curate plenty of entertainment within your own head — but rather, it was physical stimulation which you were desperate for. and you knew exactly what would satisfy you.
wordlessly, you shuffly on akaashi's lap and straighten out your legs, to allow you to swiftly tug off your lacey black panties, and cast it aside. akaashi observed this out of the corner of his eye and while he was fully able to process what was going on, he purposefully ignored what you were doing as he knew it would distract him from his task at hand. so although he tried to pay no mind to your suggestive actions, you could still feel him getting firm under your thighs.
once you had taken your own panties off, you idly work on unzipping his trousers and pulling free his stiff cock. you held it gently in your palm and maneuvered it towards your hole, so his tip was nudging your damp enterance. he was so big , hence you wanted to ensure you were sufficiently lubricated before you even attempted penetration. thankfully, you were already quite wet from just looking at his dick, thus you only had to drag his tip sloppily against your labia and clit for a minute or so before you were utterly soaked, dripping arousal onto his perfectly pressed grey trousers.
your eyes screw shut and your breath hitches as you begin to sink down on his length, swallowing every last inch until your ass landed upon his lap again. a string of hushed moans and profanities left your throat as you did so, sobbing for the strength to take him all and cursing whoever let him be so long. but eventually, you were able to cram him all into your tight pussy, with the aid of your immense wetness.
though, you were left with an extremely conjested feeling. his entire cock was enough to saturate and fill your entire insides, leaving no space left untouched. you couldn't even breathe or move slightly without the risk of his grith rubbing against a particularly sensitive section of your walls.
it was a strange sensation but gradually it became less intense, as long as you remained very still. you had adjusted your position so you were stradling his lap, but you kept your head tucked to the side, so he could still get a clear view of his laptop.
"good girl. you're so tight.." he groaned lowly into your ear, hot breath tickling your skin, "but keep still. i need to concentrate."
instead of riding, you were able to get all the stimulation you need from simply cockwarming your boss, which kept you contented for as long as it took him to finish up his work.
how they show affection ft. miya atsumu, suna rintaro, miya osamu, oikawa tooru, akaashi keiji
a/n: something small once again before i an finally focus on writing longer content : ) exams are almost over and i'm so glad to be nearly donneeeee.
cw: none really just fluffy ways some of the haikyuu boys show their love for you.
miya atsumu
massive bear hugs. tightest hugs imaginable, especially after a really long, tiring day, when all he wants is to be near you and feeling your skin on his.
buys you your favourite drinks every morning, despite seeming like the kind of guy to regularly wake up at noon when he has a day off. he'll instead get up earlier than you, scurry his way out of your shared home and grab whatever you prefer, then naturally, wake you up by peppering your face with kisses.
suna rintaro
might not seem outwardly emotional or expressive. he isn't. does that stop him from doing the little things that show just how much he cherishes you? nope.
instead of being open and loud about his emotions i think suna prefers to show his love for you through something quieter... like journaling. he'll make a journal to record your dates together, and another one which serves like a junk journal of all your shared items, like tea bags and receipts.
actually does it really well and has a good eye for composition. strikes me as the kind of guy who's good with calligraphy?
miya osamu
i think this is a given, but osamu loves cooking for you (duh)
it's the thought which he puts into his cooking, though, that makes it stand out. it's the little date nights in your small apartment with dimmed lights and candles on a dining table, with fine tableware and a bouquet filled vase. it's the effort of creating an experience for you, all with his own hands, in your own home. more than just a meal.
oikawa tooru
buys you charms and souvenirs from abroad. i am also a firm believer (for an unknown reason?) of the idea that oikawa tooru is the kind of boyfriend who orders you a louise-carmen roadbook journal with your first names engraved on it. also a firm believer of the idea that he spontaneously plans trips abroad for you two.
absolutely 100% for sure totally goes shopping with you and doesn't mind that it takes hours because all he really cares for is to see you twirl in a pretty dress or get excited over some pants you've been dying to buy. entirely convinced that he actually does the shopping for you sometimes (especially when it comes to vintage heels)
akaashi keiji
writes you poems frequently. the kind of man to wake up at 5am without and alarm to do so. writes endlessly about your grace, elegance, beauty, how enamored he is with you.
i feel like he's the type of man to buy you an espresso machine? like randomly, entirely unexpectedly, he comes back from work with a "little gift" that was actually a not so little espresso machine because "i know you like coffee, honey, so i thought why not just have you make it for yourself instead of spending 10$ on it every day?"
a/n: i hope you guys enjoyed this lol i personally think all of these are so cute. they may seem entirely random for some people but i just feel like they match pretty well. i'll be back soon with longer form content such as the summer atsumu-centered fic series i'm planning titled "project summer" : ) also i hope you guys know this has not been proof read at all lol so if you see any mistakes.. ignore them... please....
・❥・MDNI . MISCHARACTERIZATION, P IN V, AGGRESIVE P PLAY, CREAMPIE, PUSSY DRUNK, TEASING N PLEASING.
" fuck- cho.. " you audibly gasped at his tip grazing your entrance, the mere size of him enough to make you quite literally split in half. initially, choso desired to pound into you no matter the distractions in the background or the consequence but due to your reaction he opted to take it slow.
" whenever you tell me to stop, i will. " his rough yet gentle hands were planted on your hips ready to enter. as much as choso wanted you to feel comfortable he felt compelled to break you right then and there, claiming you, ruining you, make you want to feel more.
minutely, his cock drew deeper, your walls held him in a tight embrace. once you had adjusted, he squandered no time and got to work, bruising marks on your hips came to light. choso held your bud in his mouth sucking softly like he has never been breast fed.. and presumably wasn't.
slick porcelain liquid painted your inner thighs, coating them with a translucent white that satisfied choso. abruptly he pulls out, going down on his knees in front of you. his tongue licks a stripe of the sodden moisture between your legs, the tongue piercing shooting a bitter sensation that made you whimper.
a pure melody to his ears, you feel him smirk against your cunt. choso's fingers making its way to your clit rubbing it harshly, his crystal endeavor of making you cum faster. your pussy throbbed while waiting for his tongue to please you once more.
nearing your climax, your moans only got messier and louder as choso enjoyed seeing you crushed in front of him. his eyes looking up to see if you're keeping up with him,
living this moment is explicitly like being able to breathe after a long night's rest with only breathing with one nostril. you know you won't ever experience again. you wish to continue walking the path choso creates, stand in the way of where he's looking, and breathe the oxygen he exhales - oh and to fuck the life out of him.
divider by @honeyluvsw + another creator i forgot ..
