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I write fics and smut // requests are open

[stellarrmoon]

Stellar Moon's Masterlist

all. smut.

Anime

Haikyuu!!

Kuroo Tetsurou

Eternally.

Good Girl. (Ft. Bokuto)

Red looks good on you

Tendou Satori

Princess.

Ukai Keishin

I've been watching.

Bokuto Koutarou

BIDITFYB

Good Girl. (Ft. Kuroo)

Ushijima Wakatoshi

Unleash.

Naruto

Kakashi Hatake

Black Sand and Copy Cat

1. ,

Daddy Kakashi; headcanon

BNHA

Hawks/Keigo Takami

Sing for me.

Mirko

Her.

JUJUTSU KAISEN

Nanami Kento

Woman

Pt 2. Man

[stellarrmoon]

Man.

Woman, pt 2.

Warnings: suggestive text

Status: unedited

You served Mr Nanami all night. By serve, you meant that you spent the whole time engaging in conversation with him and ogling his beauty as much as you could without him noticing.

Once the club closed, you bid him goodbye and returned to your real duties. You and Your colleagues cleaned all the tables of bottles and glasses and ice buckets. You didn't have to take care of the sweeping and mopping nor wiping the tables, however carrying the aftermath of unmarried (and married) middle-aged men's safe haven to perv and unleash their true distasteful desires was still a taxing job after walking around and putting on a fake smile all night.

You changed back to your normal clothes, which consisted of leggings, an oversized hoodie and some flip flops for the utmost comfort on the drive back to your home.

Your friend had a car and you lived somewhere on the way to your apartment so you always hitched a ride with her. What you didn't expect as you left was to see Mr Nanami leaning against the wall by the exit of the club.

You widened your eyes and exclaimed, "Mr Nanami, what're are you still doing here?"

It had been a good 30 minutes since the club closed and you tried not to believe he was standing there in the cold the entire time.

"I'm waiting for you." He pushed off the wall and took out his car keys from his pocket. He pushed the button and and the silver car about 5 cars away beeped. "I wanted to offer you a lift back home."

Thank goodness you could avoid this. "Actually, I always go home with-"

As you were pointing to her, your so-called 'friend' suddenly said, "Oh, no! I forgot that I- uh... have a thing tonight." She looked into your eyes and widened them. You knew exactly what she was thinking. "You should accept the offer, babe. I'm in a hurry, bye!"

She sprinted away from you, leaving you standing face to face with your boss. You sighed, knowing you had no other option, "Fine."

He smiled a little, revealing a hint of a dimple which sent your nerves running wild. He was getting more attractive by the second. You followed as he took long strides to his car. With his long legs which you were sure could put someone in a chokehold and muscular thighs that could break a watermelon connected to an ass that looked so good in those pa- wait. What were you doing?

In your illusioned state, you had reached the car without realizing it, and climbed right in. You sat in the passenger seat, slightly rigid and a tad uncomfortable with being in such a confined space with such a power-exuding person.

"Are you okay?" He suddenly asked.

"Yeah!" Your voice cracked but you cleared your throat and said it again, "Yeah, of course."

He chuckled, a hearty sound that came from his chest and raised goosebumps on your skin. "You can relax. I won't hurt you."

You knew he wouldn't but the world was scary. It wasn't uncommon for superiors to blackmail their employees into committing sexual favours for them.

Your eyes darted to his steering wheel as the car started and you noticed the Alfa Romeo logo which certified the fact that he was wealthier than you thought. Then you looked at the watch on his wrist and even though it wasn't covered in diamonds, you could tell that it cost more than double your rent.

"You like my watch?" His voice interrupted your thoughts.

You cleared your throat. "Uhm, yes, it looks very... special."

"It is." He moved the gearstick roughly with his left hand and started driving. The car roared to life, which was ironic considering it wasn't even an automatic. "My grandfather left this watch for me before he died. It's an old Danish brand that I don't even remember."

"Oh wow, it really is special!" You widened your eyes. You wanted to believe that he was a decent man but after 2 years working at his establishment, even turning a frog into prince was more likely.

He looked focused as he kept his eyes on the road and let the music play in the background. You took note of his big hands; they weren't too wide but he had long, slim fingers with a few scars that indicated a few rough times in his past. He was only driving with with his right hand, and that had no right to make your lower belly churn with excitement.

He seemed like the quiet type but he kept your attention even with the silence. "Which way to your home?"

"We take the fork off the freeway and turn left. And then we take the 3rd right onto Wallaby Drive."

He only hummed and continued driving. But as we got closer to my apartment, there was a line of police cars and residents standing outside on the road. My face contorted in confusion before I hopped out the car without warning and asked someone on the road what eas happening.

"There's been a murder in this apartment block. The police said that it's a crime scene and no one's allowed to enter until 3 days have passed."

You couldn't believe what you were hearing. Irritated, you half-stomped back to the car and slumped into your seat.

Hearing your huff, Kento Nanami asked, "What's the matter?"

"I can't get in there. They're saying there's been a murder and now I can't get in my apartment."

He raised his brows, not really giving a reaction, "You don't sound scared."

"I'm not scared. I'm pissed!" You raised your voice.

You both sat in silence for a minute before he started reversing onto the main road.

"What are you doing?" You asked as you looked back, getting further and further away from your home.

"I'll book a hotel room for you. You can stay there for the next few days until everything is sorted."

You were in shock, to say the least. "Mr Nanami –"

"Kento."

Shivers.

"Kento." You corrected yourself, "You don't have to do that. I can go to a friend's place."

"Okay. Find one in 10 minutes or else you're getting a hotel."

Any sane person would accept the offer to stay in a place with room service and high end furniture for 3 days, but you couldn't risk being attracted for this man even more.

So you texted every single one of you friends within a 10km radius and it happened that tonight was the night that they all had to be unavailable. Shit.

"Your 10 minutes are up." You stayed silent. "I'll pay for everything. I'll have someone bring you some clothes for your stay and you can order food whenever you want." He stated matter-of-factly, clearly implying that you couldn't refuse.

"Okay." You said, defeated.

You drove to about 5 different hotels, each one either closed or fully booked and you cursed the bad luck you had right now.

"What is happening?!" You choked on your voice, tears threatening to come out. "Why is everything going wrong?"

He let you have your moment, letting you rant and cry all you wanted while he sat still and listened in the parked car.

"I don't know what to do."

He turned his face to you and you almost swooned at his upturned nose and pink lips, just 5 inches away from you. "You'll stay in my house."

You thought about it. You didn't have it in you to fight anymore so you just agreed. Hopefully he had a spare room.

It was another 15 minutes before he stopped in front of a tall gate and stuck his head out the car for a moment. It didn't register in your head that it was facial recognition until the gate suddenly opened.

He drove up a hill and took twists and turns to the highest house in the private estate. As you looked out the window, the place was beautiful. Even though it was night, there were fairy lights which lit up on the side grass and flowers.

"This place is beautiful." You whispered.

He finally stopped the car. Quickly getting out, he made his way over to your side and opened the door for you.

You scoffed, "You didn't have to do that."

"I'm a gentleman."

"Yeah? It didn't seem so when I was dancing with you."

He blushed; ironic for a man of his stature. Nevertheless, he led you to the front door and let you enter before he did. You could tell the house was beautiful but you didn't have the energy to admire it.

"The guest room is upstairs and there should be spare pajamas in the drawers. I'll get some makeup remover and toiletries to clean yourself before you sleep."

He left after that so you made your way up the stairs and tried to find the room. The first door was locked but the second wasn't. You opened it to see a calm, peaceful room with a little bit of an edge.

The walls were light grey, complemented by the white closet and bedside tables, as well as some black ornaments. There was a white bookshelf too stacked to the brim and the windows were covered by blinds instead of curtains. This must be Mr Nana– Kento's room.

Everything was immaculately organized into positions – except for the black chair in the corner of the room with blazers and ties and shirts, crumpled and hanging off the armrests.

"Are you lost?"

You turned around with your hand on your chest, surprised by his deep voice. "I'm sorry, I got distracted."

He only smirked and gestured for you to follow him. You both entered the room 2 doors from his and it was equally as neat, but the colour scheme was a bit warmer.

Kento left the supplies on the bed and turned to you, rubbing his hands. "Well, I'll leave you to it. Shout if you need anything."

He left and you showered and washed your face in the en suite bathroom. With a towel wrapped around your chest, you walked into the bedroom and explored the wardrobes and drawers.

You found the nightwear and opted for the shirt and pants, but they were too tight. The other option was the silky night dress and robe which wasn't the worst, but felt a bit erotic given your current situation.

There was a knock on your door and you told him, "Come in."

He had also changed into some sweatpants and a zip-up hoodie. Kento stopped for a second seeing you in the soft, pink night outfit. "Uh- I wanted to ask if you wanted food before you went to bed?"

Come to think of it, you hadn't eaten in almost 8 hours. "That'd be great, actually."

"Great, come to the kitchen."

You got there and there was takeout on the counter. It was lasagne and it looked like it had just come out the oven. "Did you make this now?"

"Technically, no. A store made it and I just followed the cooking instructions. Thank goodness you take long showers."

You didn't think they were that long. But if they were long enough for him to bake pre-made lasagne...

It didn't matter though. Said lasagne was delicious and tasted like heaven on your tongue. You both ate together in silence, mostly because you were stuffing your face but he was also watching you with an amused smirk.

You swallowed your food and chastised him. "Don't be a weirdo." You picked up a serviette and threw it at his face.

He chuckled, unfazed and then leaned over to clean the corners of your mouth with it.

"Only when you stop being so cute."

[stellarrmoon]

Woman.

Pairing: Nanami Kento x reader

Status: Unedited

Warnings: None

You felt the man across the room staring at you. His eyes seething as he locked his gaze on you whatever you did. As a bottle girl in one of the most prestigious gentleman's clubs there is, you encountered many older, rich men. Some of them were attractive but most of the time, they looked worn for their middle age.

This man, however, looked like a beauty – almost as if he was too young to be there. The average age of members was 35 to 45, those being men who worked their way to the status they had achieved in order to even enter this club.

It was a busy night, and you had orders from about 10 tables simultaneously. It's not that you were a popular server but some members definitely took a greater liking to you than the other bottle girls. However, for the money you earned, dealing with the jealousy (even from your friends) was a small price to pay.

You went back and forth between the bar and tables in platform heels. Usually you didn't have a problem but there was one particular table that just kept ordering and ordering. "Fuck." You whispered.

Your ankles were aching as you took a seat in a discreet corner where customers couldn't see. One of your colleagues came to sit next to you and shared your contempt at that very moment.

"I'm beat. I can't believe we've had a full house every day this week." She blew out some air.

You closed your eyes and replied, "Tell me about it. I'm this close to ripping off these shoes and calling it a night."

Your colleague was about to answer back when she noticed one of her tables was looking for her. "See ya!"

She left and you remembered the hot gaze from that man. You looked around until you locked eyes with him. He had a booth to himself with a bottle of whiskey and ice decorating his table. A glass was in one hand and he raised it up to take a sip before looking away.

Sick of feeling his eyes on you everytime you moved, you decided to see what his deal was. You stood tall in your shoes and strutted to his table. When you finally arrived, he put his glass down and looked you in the eyes tentatively.

"Evening, sir, how may I help you?" You mustered up the friendliest smile you could but in your head, you felt like screaming. Partly from the pain of your shoes, another part from being tired the whole night, and another from how much more attractive the man was up close.

He looked well put together in a clearly-expensive blue shirt and accompanying khaki dress pants, surely tailored to fit his legs perfectly. The first few buttons of the shirt were unbuttoned, revealing a sliver of his toned chest.

His face consisted of a straight, thin nose and full lips. His cheeks were naturally hollowed above a sharp jawline, highlighting his high cheekbones. When you looked at his eyes, you noticed their charming slant paired with heavy eyelids. As if they were permanently in a state of what's coined "bedroom eyes".

Everything about this man was precise, including his hair. Blonde and meticulously parted and brushed back with an undercut with a crisp line-up at the hairline.

"No, I don't need anything, thank you." He paused. "However, I would like if you kept me company for the rest of the night."

Your heart skipped a beat, not out of nerves but surprise. This Michaelangelo original seemed as serious as ever about his request.

You laughed, "I'm sorry, sir, but I need to do my job right now."

You turned to check on one of your tables when he hit you with a valid question.

"Is your job not to make sure your customers have the best experience possible?"

He had you there. But you were sure your manager would have your ass on a platter if you dared interact with a member outside bringing their alcohol and hookahs and making them laugh.

Instead of answering, you simply walked away and carried on doing your job. About 10 minutes passed before you felt someone tap your shoulder. You turned to face your manager, her face stuck in her forever-stoic expression.

"Jeanne, what's wrong?" You asked because she never spoke to the bottle girls while we worked unless it was something serious.

"That man over there," Jeanne pointed to the handsome young man, "He's requesting for your company and he told me you rejected him?!"

Confused by her outrage, you asked, "I wouldn't call it rejecting but Jeanne, I have so many tables to serve. Besides, didn't you say to never entertain these guys for longer than necessary. I'm sure sitting and chatting with a member isn't part of that."

She sighed and rubber her hand over her face. "I know what I said, but that is... one of the most important men in this city."

You raised your eyebrows.

"Clearly, you don't know him because any sane person would do whatever that man wanted in a flash."

"Who is he?"

"His name is Kento Nanami."

When you didn't react, she pinched your ear. "Ow! Jeanne, what the fuck?"

"Also know as the co-founder of the fucking club you're working in."

Your eyes widened, fear crippling in thinking about you could lose your job for not pleasing your boss (technically).

"Exactly. Now," Jeanne patted you bum and pushed you towards his table. "Go do your job."

You walked back to his table and smiled, "I'm so sorry, sir. I'm at your service."

He sniffed and smirked. "I'm pleased you hear that. Take a seat."

"Yes, Mr Nanami."

"Please, call me Kento."

As you sat, you became hyperaware of what you were wearing. Your uniform consisted of a plaid, cropped suit-vest and pleated skirt with lace at the hem. It wasn't the worst outfit however, with one wrong pose, it could belong on the cover of Playboy magazine.

"You don't have to be so nervous." He chuckled.

You tried not to but you couldn't get the thought of him being your boss out of your head. "I'm sorry sir – I mean, Kento – I just never expected for the co-founder of this establishment to request me for a chat with him."

"Well then," he stood up, removed his cuff links, lifted his his sleeves to his elbows and finally held out his hand. "If you don't want to chat, then dance with me."

Your eyes widened but you obliged, a bit excited to dance after weekends of being unable to go out with your other friends. As you took his hand, the song Woman by Doja Cat started to play and you felt your body come alive.

"I love this song!"

You danced together to the rhythm of the afrobeats, mostly just him watching you groove and move your hips, but it felt natural. Eventually he held your hand above your head as you turned and whined on his crotch.

You couldn't believe you were dirty dancing with Kento Nanami but you pushed it out of your mind and just had fun. Some more songs played and you kept dancing on him until you felt something poke your ass from his groin.

"Woah." You moved off him and looked down.

He nervously laughed and went back to sit down, to which you followed. "I apologize. I was not expecting that to happen."

[stellarrmoon]

pls I need a part 2 of unleash 🥺

Omg hi!!!😭😭 I'll see what I can do bub

[madeyoumyvillain]

What she says: I'm fine.

What she means: Alina's relationship with Aleksander is heavily framed as something shameful,as a stain on her character and very existence and how people around her are supposed to be doubtful of her because "she almost fucked the bad guy!! she could be corrupted too!!" While her relationship with Malyen serves heavily to the puritan culture with the "pure,chaste love" trope,defying any passion or sexual chemistry because those things are considered shameful in the society. Malyen is viewed as someone who saves her from said corruption and is considered noble for loving her despite her past with Aleksander and the "bad decisions" she made. Aleksander plays such an important role in her growth but we're supposed to hate that because Aleksander is the villain meanwhile Malyen does nothing but hold her back, limiting her development as a person. The only conclusion I can derive here is that if you were associated with someone wrong in the past,who helped you unleash your full potential,it can all go to shit and you're not going to be valued for that because the very reason for your growth is a monster. Your entire arc is going to be villainized because it's associated to the bad guy. The whole concept of moving on and being your own person is demonized because "you did it once and you ended up in the wrong hands. You started becoming your own person and were so dumb, someone almost made a weapon out of you for their own gain" Alina and her past attraction towards Aleksander makes Alina bad and if she still wants him despite his deeds,she's wrong and "oh so corrupted". That's why Alina goes back to being the same underdeveloped protagonist, because hey,even if she had zero character development at the end of the day, atleast she's not with the bad guy,at least she's one of the good ones. Her only mistake was being unaware of Aleksander's plans,it could've been called a "bad decision" if she was fully aware and yet chose to be involved with him. And it's so funny how Baghra ONLY tells Alina the truth about Aleksander before they're about to have sex,when she had multiple opportunities to tell her the truth AND help her train into being stronger. This only simplifies into "silly girl,thank god i told you the truth,you were about to fuck the bad guy but you didn't so you're saved,you're still pure" What does Aleksander and his behaviour have to do with Alina and her character? How long are we going to let the men in our past define how pure or impure we are? Is this the feminist conclusion I'm supposed to derive from this mess? Is this not what slut shaming is? How long are we going to shit on our heroines so they stay Good™?

[iguessweallcrazyithinktho]

"He ran his hands over her pale skin"

"She blushed turning bright red"

Me who is no where near pale:

Please tell me you know what x reader is?

[stellarrmoon]

will you be coming back? I love your works! i hope

youre ok

Omg, hi!! Thank you so much for asking 🥺 i will come back soon, med school just takes up so much of my time :(

[beautifulllyhuman]

As a feminine black woman. I am the prize.

[stellarrmoon]

Yall, I'm sorry I haven't posted in a while. Uni is soooo taxing and also I just haven't found any inspiration💀💀💀💀 anyways. Keep thristing over drawings 🥰

[stellarrmoon]

Her.

Pairing: Mirko x Fem!reader

Genre: smut

Status: unedited

"Babyyy..." you called when you entered the apartment you and your girlfriend rented. You didn't hear her usual response, which would've consisted of her hopping over to you and picking you up in a hug. "Hm. I wonder where she is."

You put your bags on the floor and got a glass of cold water before heading towards your room. What awaited you was a surprise because it was Rumi standing by the window, looking down onto the street; except she was wearing a black, vinyl bodysuit that hugged her curves so tightly that you thought her ass and boobs were about to spill from the garment.

"R-rumi?" She fully turned to face you with a smirk on her face, which you could see clearly since she had tied her white hair into a high ponytail. "What's the meaning of uh-"

You trailed off, admiring your girlfriend in the sexy clothes. You loved how her soft, thick thighs looked as she stood in a dominant stance, her height a bit taller since she was wearing platform heels. "Welcome home, baby."

"B-bunny..." you stuttered when she walked to towards you slowly. When she was right in front of you, she tilted your chin up with her forefinger.

"I've got something special for you..." her voice was husky as she spoke lowly, almost whispering as if she had a secret to tell you. "You did say that you wanted to try something new, didn't you?"

She kissed your lips softly and bit the bottom one before starting to unbutton your shirt. You, yourself tried to look at her face but her boobs were just so in your face that you couldn't help but stare.

Once you shirt was discarded, your girlfriend played with the lining of your bra, teasing the tiny bit of nipple that was exposed. "Did you miss me, baby?"

When she smiled at you, you felt your knees wobble and resisted the urge to drop to your knees and worship her. "Yes, I did, Rumi."

She moved back until she reached the bed and gestured for you to follow, with her fingers. As if a switch had been flipped, she attacked your lips, pinning your wrists down on the bed and kissing on your lips, your neck, your collarbones, your chest; anywhere she could get her hands on.

"You ready to have some fun?"

As she said that, you heard a metal clanking and latching which led you to crane your neck to see one of your hands now handcuffed to the corner of the bed. "Woah, what-"

She put a finger to your lips, "Shhh," she smiled with her blood-red lips, "just trust me."

You didn't know how she did that but were getting more excited as time went on. Rumi pulled down your pants and kissed down your leg as she did so, muttering soft words of love. She had handcuffed you other hand as well, leaving you partly immobile. "Rumi, hurry upppp!"

She moved on top of you to lick the edge of your ear and giggled, "Don't get all impatient now, princess. Good girls wait for their rewards."

Without another second to waste, her hands were hot on your skin when she slipped them under your shirt; she pulled it up as she went higher and luckily for the both of you, you didn't wear a bra that day.

"Aww, look at my pretty girl. Your nipples are so hard for me already, aren't they?"

To her teasing, you only responded by nodding your head and whimpering. She massaged your tits slowly, kissing you feverishly in the meanwhile, and hiking your thigh up around her hip.

You then felt her hips directly above yours and started getting needier. "Please..."

"Of course, baby." And she started grinding. She rubbed her clit against yours through your panty and her bodysuit, letting you close your eyes and enjoy the first taste of ecstasy.

You both moaned softly, calling each other's names and telling each other how good it feels. "I want more, Rumi."

"What do we say?" She slapped your chest and grabbed them, making you hiss in pain.

"Please."

Rumi got off and took off the bodysuit, letting her tits bounce perfectly once they were unrestrained. Seeing her beautiful body, you pulled against the handcuffs, annoyed that you couldn't touch her.

She took off your own panties and was delighted to see your juices coating your lips already. She slid a finger along your vulva and sucked on the glistening mucous that came off. As you watched her, you felt your pussy throb, instinctively bucking up your hips.

She got out a toy from the drawer and put it against your clit. "Are you ready for this, baby?"

"Mm-hm."

You didn't need to tell her twice. As soon as and switched it on, you felt euphoria. And she got on top of you to feel it too. With the image of your clits grinding softly against the vibrator together, you felt yourself getting hotter and hotter.

Her breathing was getting heavier and your chest was heaving, both of you lightly sheen with sweat... it was erotic and sensual at the same time. "Baby, I'm gonna- I'm gonna..."

She moaned loudly, swearing and shaking above you right as you reached your own climax. You both convulsed against the still going vibrator and rode out your highs together.

When it was all done, Rumi kissed your forehead and got off the bed. "I'm gonna go take a shower now, baby." And she turned without another word.

"Wait but-bu- RUMI!! I'M STILL HANDCUFFED!"

"I know!"

She was so gonna get it later.

[stellarrmoon]

Kakashi is so sexy. We know this but damn. That authority. The intelligence. The hair. The mystery.

Let me have his children please.

[stellarrmoon]

I hope we all know that Ushijima Wakatoshi has a 14 inch horse cock

[stellarrmoon]

Red looks good on you

Pairing: kuroo x fem!reader

Genre: smut

Honourable mention: daddy kink

Status: unedited

Your brother was Ojiro from Inarizaki and you were watching a practice match between them and Nekoma, which also happened to be your boyfriend's team. You were allowed to watch from the sidelines as they finished up the last set but you were torn on who to even support.

"Go Kuroo!"

"Nice Kill, Aran!"

It had you in a bit of a tricky place.

You were wearing the Inarizaki school uniform because you had to wait for your brother after school and it was taking way too long for this match to end. Not to mention, you were feeling cold and you left your blazer in your classroom which was now closed.

You noticed a jersey next to Ojiro's bag and put it on with no mind. About 5 minutes later, the final whistle blew and the teams shook hands and got ready to leave. You immediately went to Nekoma's side of the court and nearly jumped into your boyfriend's arms. "Baby, you did so well!"

He tried to pull you in close but you backed away, smelling him. "Aww, no love?"

"You stink, Kuroo."

He rolled his eyes before they noticed, "Whose jersey are you wearing?

"Ojiro's."

"Mine."

Another deep voice sounded behind you and you turned around to face who it belonged to. Atsumu? "What?"

"Did you check the number at the back?"

Kuroo looked at it and back up to Atsumu Miya, Inarizaki's demon setter, and his eyes narrowed when he saw the way he was looking at you. "It's his."

You stilled slightly at the coldness of his voice. "She can keep it. She looks good in it, anyways."

When Atsumu flirted, Kuroo stepped forward threateningly, "Hey, watch it!"

"You her boyfriend?" He chuckled, "Really, y/n-chan. You couldn't do better than this weak ass blocker?"

"That's it!" Immediately, your black-haired boyfriend lunged for the shit-talker but before he could do anything, he was held back by Lev and Yaku.

You scoffed and took it off, throwing it back to him. "Here's your stupid jersey. Don't talk about my boyfriend like that."

You turned your back on him and tried to calm Kuroo down. "Tetsurou, it's fine."

"Whatever."

He finished packing his things and left the gymnasium. As he did so, he grabbed your hand and practically dragged you with, making heated eye contact with the blonde twin before he fully exited.

"Am I staying over at yours tonight?" You asked, timidly.

You were waiting in front of your school with him as he looked ahead with his jaw clenched. "Yeah, I'd like that."

"Okay." You smiled and held his hand, clutching it tightly which made him relax a bit. "Is your dad fetching us?"

"Yep. He said he's around the corner."

And he was. The trip back to Kuroo's home was quicker than you thought. As you entered, you greeted his mom in the lounge and followed him up the stairs into his room. It was clean, as always, and it had cute, little science-y things at odd places. Like the gold 3D atom ornament on his bedside table.

"Sometimes I forget that you're such a nerd."

He blushed slightly and turned away from you, "Yeah, well, you don't forget when you need help with your chemistry homework. I'm gonna go take a shower, quickly. You can join me." He smirked as he said that but you threw something at him in retaliation.

He dodged it just in time as he disappeared behind the bathroom door. While he was gone, you occupied yourself by playing with his rubix cube while you sat on his bed.

You barely got one side done in the 10 minutes he was gone, and when he did come through the door, you looked at him helplessly and whined, "Kuroo, why is it so harrrrdddd?"

He smiled, amused and took the cube from you, solving it in 30 seconds. "There."

"H-... How?" You stared at it, dumbfoundedly.

"Leave that thing alone," He pushed it out of your hands onto the carpeted floor, "I want to spend some time with you."

As he said that, his arm hooked around your waist and pushed you down onto the mattress.

"You know, I was really pissed off by that twin." He started, "I don't know what it was, but the way he looked at you and talked about you..." You looked at him, "I just wanted to punch his face in."

Your hand held the side of his face as you kissed him, "It doesn't matter, anymore, Tetsu... I'm right here with you. Besides, you're the one I'm attracted to."

With him on top of you, you wondered how long he was going to hold himself up so not to crush you. "I know, baby."

He got up and walked to his wardrobe while you sat up.

"Still though..." He continued, "I'm not just gonna stand and do nothing about it."

Kuroo turned around with something red in his hand, which had you raising an eyebrow. "What's that?"

"Strip." Instead of countering why he ignored your question, you did as he said. You slowly unbuttoned your shirt and zipped down your skirt, discarding them to the side quickly and standing in front of your boyfriend.

"Why-"

"The bra too."

There was a tension between you that you didn't know had emerged. You took it off and dropped it, now standing almost fully naked, on display for Kuroo to see. Your chest rose and fell as you awaited for what he was going to do.

He scanned you up and down with a lustful gaze and he grinned signaturely before coming closer to you until your nipples pressed against his chest. You felt something brushing your arm and you looked to see that it was the red fabric. "Put it on."

Taking it from his hand, you stepped back and inspected it to be... "Your jersey." He wanted you to put on his jersey.

"Yeah... you know how jealous I get, babe." He tilted his head.

Your lips curled slightly before you put it on. It was bigger than you, stopping at mid thigh since he was so much taller; but your nipples still showed through the light fabric, making you curse at how obvious your arousal was.

He came closer to you once again and picked you up so that you straddled his waist. With his hands firmly grabbing your ass, he kissed you deeply before throwing you onto the bed. "You look so much better in red, princess."

He was breathing heavier by the minute and seeing him discard his towel and crawl over you with such a determined expression had you spreading your legs without thinking. He held them as far back as he could, your knees near your chest until he could grind onto your clit, deliciously. "What do you want to do, Tetsutou?"

He chuckled since it came out as a moan, licking a stripe up your neck and nipping your ear. "I want to fuck you till you remember who you belong to."

He moved his hips again, "Ah, b-but why?"

You tried to focus while he rocked onto your clit with his hard on, but he made it difficult when he purred his words into your ear, and made you wetter with each motion of his hips. "Why?"

He ran his hands down the underside of your thighs and moved back so he could see your wetness seeping through the fabric of your panties. Kuroo teased your vulva over the fabric, letting his fingers draw patterns on it and occasionally put a bit of pressure on your clit. "Tetsuroouu, you're teasing mee."

When you tried to close your legs, he held them open. "Don't resist, princess. Be good for me."

"O-okay." You felt your panties slide down your legs slowly, before a presence made itself known near your center. When you looked down, you saw him catch your stare with his golden eyes. They were filled with lust that had you throbbing, and he noticed.

"What's this? My baby's anticipating what's coming. But..." He kissed his teeth, "Who told you that I'm going to do anything?"

You whined out loud, not understanding why he was playing games. "Tetsurou, please."

"I don't know why girls who wear other guys' jerseys are complaining."

Your body tended at how cutthroat he sounded. "K-Kuroo... it was a mistake. I thought it was my brother's."

"I'm sure that's what really happened. But..." he tsked, "it doesn't change the fact that it made someone else want my baby."

With each word he spoke, you felt his breath hit your exposed mound and it was making you more excited. Kuroo used his fingers to spread the lips down there, "Damn, look at this pretty pussy." He bit his lip as spoke, "Pulsating and soaking wet for me. Its dribbling so much, princess, like it's ready to be filled with my cum. Do you want that? Hm?"

You covered your face with your sweater-paw hands due to the frustration, "Yes. Yes, I do, Tetsurou."

"Hmm, I don't think stupid girl deserve to call me by my name." The finger in the middle swirled around your hole, collecting the thick mucous that was around it.

You started getting more antsy, "I'm sorry... Daddy."

You knew that was what he wanted. Everytime he wanted to teach you a lesson, you had to call him Daddy, but even when you were just having sex, you'd let it slip out sometimes. He was just that sexy. "That's a good bimbo."

With those words, he slapped your clit before diving into your cunt. His tongue lapped at it as he heard your moans and cries. "Daddy, it feels... sooooo gooood."

He had a harsh grip on your thighs, nails digging into your skin but the pain mixed with the pleasure. Your back arched as he took you to heaven and hell and back with his tongue, as well as when you exploded into his mouth.

"Fuck, Daddy..."

"Did you like that princess?"

You nodded with your eyes closed.

"Then make Daddy proud and return the favour, okay?" He flipped you both over, so that you were on top of him.

His dick was rock hard as it leaned against your ass behind you. You were correctly sitting on his stomach, getting your juices all over his abs while you tried to catch your breath but by the look in his eyes, he wasn't planning on waiting.

You supported yourself on your knees as you adjusted. The jersey was too long so you had to pull it up to see what you were doing, and it turned Kuroo on even more to see you doing what he said while wearing his clothes.

Finally, you lined the tip up with your hole and slowly started to slide down. "Ah.." The stretch was so good that you had to throw your head back. He wasn't fully in but you started to bounce on his very slowly.

It was a sensual rhythm that you took on which drove him crazy. He grunted and held your ass as he watched you on top of him. "You're riding my cock so good, princess. That cunt of yours is gonna kill me."

"Are you gonna cum, Daddy?"

He laughed, "Not yet, princess. Just keep doing what you're doing."

You but your lip and nodded, slowly lifted the jersey up your torso until it was over your boobs. Kuroo cussed as he saw your tits bounce with your movements, holding and squeezing them in his hands as you started to go faster. "Oh, Daddy, it feels so good!"

The eye contact between you two never broke; your brown eyes met his golden ones as you both got closer to the edge. He seemed to be closer and you wanted to do everything you could to make your Daddy cum inside you. "That's it, princess. We're almost there."

The room filled with your heavy breaths, his low-pitched and yours high, but each filled with the same lewdness. "Oh my God, Daddy, I'm gonna-!"

You stilled. Then you shook. All over as you creamed on his dick, the tightening of your pussy on his cock making him shoot his hot seed inside you. "Arghhh, y/n!!!"

You both stayed in that position as your orgasms took over; you felt as if you were out of breath but it intensified the feeling. Kuroo himself was trying not to lose his mind at how natural it felt to be inside you while he softened.

"Good... girl, princess. I love you."

"I love you, Tetsurou."

[stellarrmoon]

Unleash.

Pairing: Ushijima x fem!reader

Genre: semi-smut

Status: unedited

You were one of the only people who had ever had the courage to speak to Ushijima informally or affectionately. It started when you were in Shiratorizawa together and you quickly tried to become friends with the most intimidating person in the grade.

Right now, you were watching him and Semi practice after school and you were mesmerized by his movements as always. Everytime he jumped to spike or hit a straight, you were amazed at how sharply the ball would hit the ground.

"Nice kill, Wakatoshi-kun!" You cheered from the bench even though there was no one watching.

He turned to look at you but he didn't smile, as usual. You don't think you ever saw him smile actually. He seemed perfectly fine with a natural scowl, and even though everyone else found it scary, you thought it was cute.

He hit the ball again and this time, you paid attention to how his legs tensed before he jumped up high, and how his splayed out hand made full contact with the ball – flattening it in the process –right before it made a loud sound as it hit the court.

They finished quicker than most times and you bid Semi adieu before walking home with Ushijima. Well, to his home, as you've gained the habit of doing so without his protest.

At first, Ushijima was weirded out by your behaviour towards him but thought nothing of it. The first few times you came over, he was still a bit unnaturally stiff but it lessened the more you came to his house. You got to build a good friendship with the ace; he was actually pretty funny when you got to know him.

You always teased him about his straightforwardness to which he would simply blink and frown at. He was a quiet person, you had learnt, but he had confidence. Attractive confidence.

It wasn't unusual for you to flirt with him just to mess with his head but sometimes you really did mean it. He didn't think anything of it, however, since he knew how much you loved to fool around.

Once you made it to his home, you followed him upstairs and as soon as you entered his bedroom, you flopped onto his bed. "You have such a comfy bed, Wakatoshi-kun. I want to steal it."

In his head, he was amused by your comments but he never let it show. "I would kill you."

You laughed at the joke, even though his deep voice and serious nature made it seem serious. "Fine, then I'll just stay here forever."

"Then where am I supposed to sleep?"

While he was conversing with you, he got ready to take a shower and took off his shirt in the meanwhile. "You'll sleep right next to me, Wakatoshi-kun."

While your voice lulled in a flirtatious tone, you eyes his back as he moved around. The muscles rippled with each thing he moved or touched, and the laterals curved into a flattering, slimmer waistline.

"Wakatoshi-kun, you're killing me. Why would you get half naked knowing how much I want to be with you?"

He could hear your pout in your bluff and scoffed before entering his bathroom, "You should be used to it, by now."

Soon, the shower could be heard running and you sighed, thinking about what it would take to make your best friend realise that you weren't joking. Ushijima's showers were always a bit long so you would usually just play on your phone until he finished but today, you were going to take a chance and do something different.

Quickly, you fixed your uniform so that your skirt was a bit higher and the first few buttons of your shirt were undone. Looking in the mirror, you tried not to squirm at the skimpier look you created, and just as you were about to put it back to its original form, the door opened.

Startled, you turned around, seeing him with his wet hair flipping over his forehead and tanned chest shining from the sunset light coming through the window.

He didn't notice you and instead sat on the edge of his bed, typing on his phone immediately. He looked sexy with wet hair, and although you had seen him like this countless times, it didn't fail to have you hot and bothered. But – he wasn't paying attention to you.

So you walked closer and when he didn't notice, spoke. "Wa-Wakatoshi-kun."

You said in such a sweet voice that he couldn't help but look up, and when he did, he had to do a double take because he didn't remember your uniform looking so... sexy? "Uh-yes, y/n?"

"I want to confess something." You looked at him with doe eyes, his larger form sitting there waiting for you to continue, now that he was intrigued.

You took his phone from his hands and opened his arms so you could sit on his lap and say softly, "You know... I'm not always joking around with you."

When you placed your hand on his chest, his eyes widened and he wondered what you were doing. "Y/n... what are you doing?"

Was he really that clueless? Couldn't he tell you were offering yourself to him? "Wakatoshi-kun... I'm attracted to you."

"Oh."

There was an awkward silence after that. When he didn't respond, you decided to save yourself from further embarrassment and go home. As you were getting up, you got pushed back down and faced Ushijima directly.

"Why didn't you tell me sooner?"

You were confused as to why he was making this worse for you. You got the message that he wasn't interested. "Because I know you don't feel the same."

"Hmm." He hummed, "Who told you that?"

You twiddled your fingers before answering, "No one, really."

"So you made it up in your head?"

Everything he was saying came out so plainly that you didn't know whether to laugh or to cry. "Yes, and I know I'm right so I'll just leave."

You tried getting up again but he held you down again. "No. You're not right." He blinked. "Y/n, I find you very attractive. You look so sexy right now. I almost don't know what to do with myself."

Now that you thought clearly, you could feel something poking your thigh from underneath, "Oh." You could tell he was packing.

You weren't sure of his experience but since you were, you decided to offer some help.

"Can I... fix it for you?"

His eyes widened before he looked down and back up again. He took a deep breath before telling you, "Do you think it can fit?"

And there came your laugh. He didn't realise how dirty it sounded coming from his mouth but you appreciated his curious honesty. Getting serious, you trailed your hand down his abs and hooked it around the towel on his hips, "Trust me, Wakatoshi-kun..." and looked him in the eye, "I'll make it fit."

A slightly red tinge coloured his cheeks when you said that. "Don't say things like that."

"Why, is it making you harder?"

You smiled when he gulped and pushed him down to lay on his back.

"Wakatoshi-kun. I've been wanting to do this forever."

You took his lips into a kiss as you straddled him, ass perched up when his hands quickly found their way to it. He was kneading it with his hands and you could tell he was enjoying it.

You felt yourself getting more needy and started to rock your hips against his, adding to his satisfaction while you entered the bliss that was the pressure on your clit. He used his hands to help you gain momentum too, while he moaned into your mouth.

Eventually, you took to kissing his neck instead and that meant that he could actually speak, "Fuck, baby."

You almost gasped. Even though Ushijima was a man of few words, you never expected him to swear. It seemed natural for it to come our of his mouth too which, for some reason, made it hotter.

His fingers crept closer to your panties and they were met with thick juice surrounding your sex. "You're so wet."

"Just for you, Wakatoshi-kun."

He spread your ass cheeks fully and laid your crotch directly on top of his, making him throw his head back and moan. "I need to feel you, y/n."

You lifted your hips to undo his towel and immediately, his dick sprung up to hit your panty-covered cunt and tease you there. He himself, decided to discard said panties but before he threw them to the side, he placed them close to his face and inhaled deeply while he closed his eyes. Something inside you flustered when you saw him do something so erotic, so shamelessly. You were speechless.

"You smell good, y/n."

"And I feel good too, Wakatoshi-kun." You slide your slit along his length, "I want you, now."

"Then mount yourself on my dick and ride, princess."

[stellarrmoon]

Good Girl.

*creds to the artist*

Pairing(not really a pair): kuroo x reader x bokuto

Genre: smut

Warning: double penetration

You started your day waking up in the arms of both your best friends. They each had a vice grip around your waist and you wondered how you all ended up in this position. You, Kuroo and Bokuto were always close. From when you were in kindergarten together, all throughout primary and finally, recently graduated from high school.

You were the youngest and they had always been protective of you, even though you thought they overdid it at times. Your fingers trailed over both their forearms and Bokuto moved a bit. You had to get up but they really didn't budge when you tried to. "Guys..."

Silence.

"I know you can hear me." You deadpanned. "Bokuto, I can literally feel you smiling in my neck. And Kuroo, your breathing is way too loud."

Bokuto groaned, complaining about how you were so comfortable and that it was better to keep cuddling instead of waking up. "Pleeeaaasee, y/n. It's so warm."

"No. I wanna shower, c'mon guysss." You whined like he did.

Eventually they let you go and you sped for the bathroom. You were all at your house for the weekend, like you did all the time and sleeping in the same bed wasn't weird for you, even though it always ended in being squished between two muscular guys - Bokuto being the larger of the two.

As you stepped into the shower, you heard deep laughs from outside the en suite and you rolled your eyes because they were probably doing some stupid shit like always. They had grown over the years but the idiocy stuck in their heads.

When you finished your shower, you put on some lotion and put on your underwear before you stepped back into the room. Kuroo paused scrolling on his phone to quickly check you out when you didn't notice, sitting on the now-made bed with one arm behind his head, his laterals stretched out for you to see from the corner of your eye.

As you looked for some clothes in your wardrobe, Bokuto rolled up a towel and spiked your ass with it. "Ow! Bokuto!"

He snickered and escaped to the bathroom before you could get him back. You rubbed your ass because it was still tingling, but you could practically feel Kuroo boring a hole into it due to his staring.

You had always suspected that he perved on you weren't looking but sometimes you did notice. Instead of feeling offended, you were a bit flattered since Kuroo was hard to impress. And it's not like he was ugly either; the man was a sex dream walking and you found yourself having to clench your thighs together whenever he did something particularly... arousing.

It was his turn to get ready next and Bokuto came out with a towel dangerously low around his waist and another one around his neck. You saw veins disappearing into the forner and held in your gasp. "You're still not dressed? Come on, dude."

It was true. You were still half naked because you secretly wanted to tease the one in the shower currently. "Mind your business, owl-head."

"Owl-head? Really?" His voice got louder as he laughed and walked closer to you. "Is that really the best you've got? You know you love me." He said, lowly, into your ear before picking you up from behind and spinning you around.

"Koutarou, put me down!"

"My pleasure!"

You felt yourself lifting higher and started to regret your words, "Wait, Bokuto, no-"

And you were hardly thrown onto your bed. You winced and grabbed your shoulder, feigning a sound of pain. Alarm rang through Bokuto's voice as he suddenly panicked, "Oh my God, y/n, did you get hurt?"

When he was close enough you pulled him down and flipped over so that you got his head between your thighs while you pulled his arm.

"Ahh!"

"Haha! Never let your guard down, asshat."

The door to the bathroom opened and Kuroo stood with his hair covering his eyes and forehead. "Am I interrupting something?"

"Yeah, y/n is choking me." Bokuto said as he tried pulling your legs off his head and neck.

"You shouldn't have spanked me!"

"Don't act like you didn't like it." He tried saving himself.

You finally let him go and put on the oversized hoodie you decided to wear for the day. Both the boys got dressed fairly quickly, with Kuroo realizing that it was his hoodie you were wearing. "When did you even steal that one?!"

He looked confused when he got a closer look and ran his hand over his face. "I don't know why you still get shocked, K. Both of your hoodies and sweaters are mine."

You got some thigh highs before you exited the room and went to go make breakfast. They followed soon after and helped themselves to the food in the kitchen. Your mom was off to work which meant you three had the whole house to yourself to do ... absolutely nothing.

"Hey, do you guys know what you're gonna do in uni?" Kuroo asked both of you as he scarfed down a croissant, making you snarl.

"Don't be disgusting. And no, I haven't."

Bokuto cleared his throat, "Well, I actually wasn't going to tell you guys this before I got official confirmation but... I was scouted by the MSBY black jackals and I've got a volleyball scholarship!"

Kuroo and I stopped eating and immediately started gushing. "Koutarou, that's so amazing!"

"Why the hell didn't you tell us, bro?!"

"I just did, you dumbass." Bokuto mocked Kuroo's question before stretching his arms out. "Come on, I know you wanna hug me."

You immediately jumped into his arms and squeezed. "I'm so proud of you, Kou. We both are. This is so..."

"Insane! It's insane, Bokuto." Kuroo finished for me.

After we calmed down from Bokuto's announcement, we spent the whole day watching netflix in the living room. Kuroo suggested a horror but after much protest from Bokuto, we settled for something else. That something else being 365 days, since everyone our age was raving about it.

It wasn't long until the mood shifted from us making fun of the progression of the movie, into a tension that had everyone stiff in their seat. It was halfway into the film and the characters were fucking everywhere in the boat.

"That's a lot of fucking, damn." I said. "I'm gonna go get some more popcorn."

Anything to get out of that situation. You took your time getting snacks because you didn't want to feel awkward sitting between two equally hot guys who had the auras of motherfucking Greek gods. It wasn't something you thought you could handle.

You didnt realise that about 10 minutes had passed, which led to one of the guys coming to fetch you. "What's taking you so long?"

You turned around to see Kuroo but his eyes looked a bit more hooded and it made a shiver run down your spine. "I was just-"

"It doesn't matter; come with me."

Without another word, he left and you followed him back to the living room where Bokuto was man spreading on the couch, and if that didn't get you hot enough, he had the same expression as Kuroo did. "Uh... what's going on?"

"Go sit on Bokuto's lap." You did as he said, suddenly feeling pressured to obey. As you placed yourself on his large, muscular thighs, he ran his hand up yours and rested his hand on your hip, giving it a little squeeze.

"Tetsurou and I have been talking, y/n..." He sounded so manly speaking behind you, in the softest voice ever. "We know that we've got a close friendship. And as you know, people grow and we all have... hormones."

Kuroo continued for him, "We haven't said anything about it but you know, ever since you started... filling out in places, it's been a bit – how should I say? – harder, to be around you."

"Of course, it wasn't a big problem for us before but we've decided to take a little bit more action to make our situation a bit easier." Bokuto's other hand started playing with the hem of the hoodie, making you feel even more flustered.

"Do you see where we're going with this?" Kuroo dropped down to his knees and placed his large, pretty hands onto the part of your thighs that was exposed between the thigh highs and hoodie. "You've been such a tease lately, and it doesn't feel good to either of us that we get to see you in ways no one else can, but we restrain ourselves from doing anything about it."

"So..." you started, "what do you want? To fuck me?"

Bokuto chuckled behind you. His big chest was against your back so you felt it when it moved. "You've got quite the mouth there. We don't want to just fuck you, y/n..."

"We want to be yours."

"M-mine?" You let out softly.

"And for you to be ours."

"B-both of you?" You gulped.

"Yes, princess." Kuroo licked his lips before spreading your thighs slowly, "Will you let us be yours?"

Bokuto brought his lips to your neck, "And will you be ours, princess?"

The nicknames they were using had your lower region throbbing.

"We won't do anything more if you don't want us too, princess."

It was a pretty awkward silence before, reluctantly, you said, "Okay. I'll be yours."

"Mmm, I'm so glad to hear you say that. It means that now I can do this." Bokuto's hand immediately went to squeeze to supple breast and he wouldn't let go.

You gasped, sitting up straighter by reflex. "Bring her to the floor, Koutarou. There's more space for us, here."

In the next few moments, you were sitting on the carpet, still in front of bokuto, but sitting between his thighs now and Kuroo instinctively went to kiss you. His lips attacked yours as if he had been waiting forever to feel them against his, and he moaned not a few seconds later.

Meanwhile, Bokuto's hands were roaming over your clothes and eventually they slipped under the fabric and found your panties. He pulled against the waistband of the Brazilian lace and snapped against your skin, smirking at the hiss you let out.

"All these years and you wonder why I like hurting you like this." He whined and said it at the same time, kissing your neck while his hand rubbed the apex of your thigh. "When I hear those sounds of pain you let out... fuck, it drives me crazy."

Sure enough, both boys were fully hard by now. Having you between their bodies felt like heaven and it was only going to get better. He found your clit and started teasing it through the fabric of your panties, to which you let out a little moan. "Koutarou..."

"Hmm, you like that?" He bit at your neck.

You nodded, not expecting him to slap your clit and laugh afterwards. "Use your words, princess."

The way he was speaking – no, both of them – was making you slip into a headspace that had you delirious. You were sure that your panties were soaked, because you could only feel a slippery sensation when your labia clenched and unclenched. "Yes, Koutarou."

Kuroo stopped kissing you and lifted the hoodie up and over your arms and head, sick of not seeing your body. "Oh, baby, your body's perfect, do you know how long I've been waiting to do this?"

The question was left in the air because you were too focused on what they were doing to you. Soon, the hoodie was discarded and Bokuto had pulled down the cups of your bra to expose your breasts. The cool air brushed against your hard nipples and you could feel them tingling.

Kuroo kissed one side of your neck while Bokuto laid his own marks on the other, with the former kissing down to your collarbones and finally, your boobs. You were surprised at Bokuto's core strength while he held your slumped body up against his chest, all the while using his hands on your body. Speaking of, one had sneaked into your panties while the other clawed at your inner thigh and held them open.

His fingers were rough from all the years of volleyball he played but they were so gentle on your mound that it didn't make sense. He rolled your clit ever so teasingly with his finger while another played with the lips that were coated with your juices. "Fuck, Bokuto."

Kuroo was doing his work on your chest, leaving multiple hickeys on it and paying close attention to your nipples. He rolled them between his fingers, squeezed them so roughly that he left scratches and bit so deliciously that you had to squirm.

"Please... I need it."

"You need what, babydoll?" Bokuto smirked against the back of your braided head.

"You know what." You gritted out, which led to both of them stopping their actions. "No!"

Kuroo used his hand to pinch your face; your cheeks were squished in his fingers and you could see his eyes warm up. "You're so cute, princess. I think we forgot to tell her that she can't be her usual bratty self."

Bokuto stood up and pulled you by your braids to let lean on the couch, to which you winced but you enjoyed the way he handled you so roughly. "I bet you enjoyed that, you masochistic bitch."

Koutarou was always a bit careless with his words but he was being plain disrespectful with you, and you suddenly flashed back to the times you exposed your kinks to them.

"You did tell us that you liked being treated like an object. Mm, you're our pretty ragdoll, aren't you?"

You only gasped. Suddenly, Kuroo slammed his hand against your ass. You whined and drpped your head onto the coach. "Yes, Koutarou!"

"Thanks, Tetsurou. She's a bad girl, isn't she?"

"We'll straighten her out." They smiled at each other.

You sensed one of them get further away from you but you didn't get enough time to think of it because Kuroo sat on the couch, now shirtless and gestured for you to kneel between his legs.

"Pull down my pants." You did so obediently. He, himself, lifted his hips so you could pull them down to his ankles and completely off.

Earlier, you had thought that he hadn't been wearing anything under his grey sweatpants and now you were proved right. His dick sprung up quickly, intimidatingly strong. Your eyes widened. "How is it going to fit?"

"We'll make it fit, princess."

The position you were in certified what you were to them. Inferior. Lesser than... completely owned. As you looked up to his face, Kuroo looked down at you with his golden irises and raised his eyebrows, expectantly.

Taking a deep breath, you took the thick shaft in your hand and started licking the tip, already tasting something salty on it. You looked up at him again while you tried taking him all in and, fixated on his face while his jaw slightly dropped, gagged on it. At the same time, he bucked his hips up which had you struggling for air.

"You guys started already? Without me?" You stopped when you heard Bokuto enter the room, but Kuroo pushed your head, signaling for you to carry on.

"You were taking too long, Koutarou. So I put her to good use."

"She looks good taking you with her mouth." You sensed him sit down directly behind you. Or lay down? Because you felt a new presence directly underneath your sex. "Your pussy looks so pretty, babydoll."

You were so wet and with your lips constantly quivering, you were afraid you would...

"You're dripping onto face, damn."

Without another words, Bokuto started kissing you. When you moaned, it sent Kuroo into a frenzy, because he groaned too. "Fuck, Bokuto, keep doing what you're doing cause this feels so fucking good."

The white and black haired ace laughed into your heat which made his nose bump against your clit. You cried against Kuroo's dick, suddenly getting a bit more motivation to please both these men. You sucked more and more, twirling your tongue around his tip and letting it follow the veins on the underside of his girth, moaning along the way to make it feel better again.

Bokuto wasn't making it any easier, because as he thrusted his tongue into you directly, you squirmed and cried out from the overwhelming pleasure.

"Nngh- stop, fuck." Kuroo said as he pulled your head back, but it was a little too late because as you made the last contact with his tip, thick, white cum shot onto your face, decorating your cheeks and lips and slowly sliding down – some even dripping down onto your tits. "Sorry."

He said it with such a straight face, that you knew that he didn't mean it in the slightest bit. You could feel your own orgasm coming as Bokuto forced you to sit on his face. Your ass and thighs practically smothered him but he didnt seem to mind. His eyes transformed into an eye smile when you made eye contact but it didn't last long because you instinctively arched your back as you came on his mouth. "Koutarouuuu!"

Kuroo was looking at you as you rode out your orgasm on his best friend's face and recovered from his flaccidness. "How come you don't call me by my name, princess?"

"Huh?" You responded when you finally calmed down while Bokuto was getting his last few licks on your pussy before moving you to sit on his now-bare chest. "I- I don't know..."

"I'm getting jealous of Koutarou, baby, do you really want me to feel that way?"

"N-no! No, I don't!" "Tetsurou." You quickly added. His pupils dilated and his face showed that he liked it.

"How was your meal Bokuto?"

"More than satisfactory."

"I think she's ready for some more."

When Bokuto sat up, you flipped down until you were on your back. The guys maneuvered themselves into a position that was rather new to you and it saw Bokuto nakedly straddling your waist and Kuroo between your thick thighs. Bokuto placed his 7 inch cock between your tits and smirked when you caught onto what he wanted to do. On the other side, Kuroo was steadily teasing your entrance with the tip of his dick, sliding it up and down your slit.

Your hands pushed your boobs together to envelope Bokuto's dick and he slightly shivered at the newfound warmth. Soon, he started thrusting his hips between them and let his lewd sounds speak for him. Kuroo started pushing the tip of his cock into your heat, stretching it out for the first time in a while. "Oh, fuck, Kuroo."

He was gentle with it, going in and out, getting deeper inch by inch with each thrust. Once you were completely adjusted, he wasted no time pummeling into you. "Shit, it feels so good, princess."

He groaned while his cock drilled into your cunt, the sounds of your parts connecting filling up the room along with Bokuto's soft moans. The fullness of your pussy made you tighten your grip on your tits, which pleased Bokuto to know end. "Oh, yes, babydoll. You like the way I'm fucking your titties? Or do you prefer Tetsu beating up that pussy?"

You couldn't speak, not with the immense pleasure that was taking you over. "Fuck, I'm gonna cum."

"Me too, babydoll. Wait for me." He said breathlessly.

You felt a new sensation on your clit that felt like it was vibrating and it was what you needed to send you over the edge. As your back arched, you came, pussy squeezing Kuroo's dick inside you and tits suffocating Bokuto's between them. He came a few seconds later, getting it on your face so it mixed with your black-haired friend's.

Kuroo quickly pulled out, "How did she look, Koutarou?"

"Hmm, like an angel. I wanna see that again." He responded as he got up. "You think it's time?"

"Well, you didn't bring the lube for nothing."

They both stood above you, and you looked at them through half-shit eyes, delirious with sex on your mind. You were all sweaty but they looked like they weren't done with you. "What's the l-lube for..." you barely got out.

They both smirked, then Bokuto picked you up and straddled you. "You ready?"

"Ready for wh- Ohhh!"

He plunged into you without warning, hissing at the tightness. "Damn, baby."

You winced at his size, being slightly bigger than Kuroo's. He held your ass as he supported you and your arms were over his shoulders as you tried to catch your breath.

Not long after, there was a heat radiating from behind you, "Princess..."

"Mm-hmm?" You moaned out.

"We're gonna try something new okay?" His dick touched your entrance again – well, the part that it could, seeing as Bokuto already filled you up. "You think you can handle two cocks inside you? Hmm?" He bit your ear, "For us?"

You couldn't find words to express your thoughts. Your mind was hazy and you couldnt focus with Bokuto throbbing inside you.

"Answer, princess." He lulled, tapping the thick girth against you.

"O-okay..."

"Perfect." He purred sexily, and started his work.

You felt like you were going to get ripped apart. "Te-tetsurou..." tears brimmed at your eyes.

"Shhh, I know, baby," Bokuto kissed your cheeks, "just relax."

You tried to as your best friend barely got his tip in. "Whew, fuck! I need more lube, Koutarou. She's so fucking tight."

When he took it out, you collapsed against Bokuto, and you wondered how he could hold you up for so long, but then as you caressed his big arms, you remembered why.

You only heard the lube bottle being opened and squeezed and you could only imagine how much Kuroo was using. "Woah, Kuroo, that's a bit much."

"Trust me, it's enough." He chastised Bokuto as he lined himself up again. Big chest flush against your back, he started pushing his cock inside your vagina again, except this time, it felt a bit easier. It was still painful but you could take it... for them.

"Are you okay, princess?" He asked when he heard your sniffles.

"Mmhmm." It was very soft, leading Bokuto to coo at you.

He started rubbing your clit which made you feel a little better as Kuroo pushed himself in slowly. "It's gonna feel soon, babydoll, I promise."

You believed his words, letting pleasure replace the pain as he worked on your clit. "Okay, I'm in now." Kuroo said.

And you could feel it. You decided to lay back against him and let your head fall onto his shoulder. When your eyes met, they were filled with lust and... love? He laid a chaste kiss on your lips then he looked at Bokuto and did the same. That surprised you. You didn't know they were into that.

But their kiss was a lot more heated, with Bokuto pulling him closer, leading you to be sandwiched in between them. "Can we move, baby?"

You slowly nodded at Bokuto's request. They didn't move together but they picked up a rhythm that consisted of one cock going down while another went up. You had never been this filled up before and you didn't think it would feel good, but once you felt those spots getting hit repeatedly, you couldn't stop moaning.

"Oh, fuck."

"Yes, Tetsurou."

"Koutarou, it feels so good, fuck!"

And it's not like you were moaning alone. Both the boys were grunting and growling and groaning. "You've got the tightest cunt I've ever felt, princess."

"We just wanna destroy you, fuck."

They said these words into your ear while your bodies rubbed against each other. You held Kuroo's head with one arm and the other scratched on Bokuto's back. "You look so good when you cry, babydoll."

Bokuto smiled devilishly, to which you whimpered at.

It was a slow song that you all went at. With both of them working together in your cunt, and you only slightly grinding your clit against Bokuto's body, you felt something big coming.

Kuroo suddenly yelped, "Koutarou, I'm going to cum."

"Me too, Tetsurou."

You suddenly convulsed between them, your legs and body shaking while you tightened around them and sprayed onto Bokuto. "Fuck, princess, you're squirting?!"

You only let out incoherent sounds as you pulled them closer, if it was possible. As if a plug was pulled, both of them came inside you. You could barely feel their seed spill into your pussy with how numb it felt. But they both stood still for a moment as they let you calm down from your high.

As your chest heaved up and down, they pulled out, one by one, carrying you back to your bedroom. You were completely fucked out, slipping into a deep sleep as they both snuggled on either side of you. But before you went completely back to bed, you said in the softest voice, "Thank you."

They both kissed your head and replied, "That's a good girl."

[stellarrmoon]

Before I die, I'm tryna fuck you, baby

Pairing: Bokuto Koutaro × fem!reader

Genre: Smut

Honorary Mention: name??? kink

Status: unedited

You were at a volleyball tournament that your cousin was playing at. You had to support him since you hadn't seen him in a year or so and his team was playing against the nationally known Fukurodani volleyball team. The actual game hadn't started yet but you were there early because you wanted to cheer him up before he had to go play.

"You're gonna do amazing, cuz. I believe in you!"

Your aunt's eldest son looked down at you with a smile, embracing you in a hug of gratitude. "Thanks, y/n. I hope we win but if we lose then we'll lose with dignity. The country's 4th top ace is in their team after all."

"Wait really? That's insane. I wonder what he looks like."

You didn't know that that curiosity of yours would be solved in the next 5 minutes. When it was time to go to the stands, you bumped into a quite beefy (in your words) person's chest and judging by the number 4 on the front of his shirt, you guessed that he was on one of the teams in the tournament.

"Hey, hey, hey, be careful, pretty lady." He had a pretty playful voice and you looked up to see a smirk on his handsome face.

"Oh. Excuse me, sir." You bowed your head and walked on when he stepped aside for you. But you couldn't help but look behind you as you continued your journey and the grey and black back of his head stayed in your mind the whole walk to the stands.

Once you got there, you saw that the teams were already on the court, in their huddles, getting themselves fired up for the match. People were cheering all around you for their respective teams and you called out your cousin's name in support. He looked up and found you instantly, putting a thumbs up in the air.

The Fukurodani team did a small warcry before dispersing to their positions and when you saw who their wing spiker was, your jaw dropped. The smirk that was on his face was a bit different that the one you saw earlier and as soon as the whistle blew, you figured out why.

The match was intense and while you were meant to be looking at your cousin, your eyes were stuck on the wing spiker, who you realised was the 4th ranked ace your cousin was talking about. He flew and slammed each and every ball that was set to him and after each spike, he let out a cry of victory. You thought it was quite attractive, seeing how fired up he got but at the end of the match, your heart broke a little for your cousin seeing how they were beaten 2 sets to 1.

"I'm so sorry, cuz, you'll get them next time."

You spent the next 20 minutes cheering him up and catching up with him before his team had to leave for their next match. Before you knew it, the tournament was over and you bid your cousin adieu as their team bus left for their home school.

"Was that your boyfriend, pretty lady?"

You gasped when a sudden presence appeared beside you. It was the beefy dude. Aka the wing spiker, ace and captain of Fukurodani. "Wow, when did you get here?"

"I've been watching since the other team entered the bus. Wanna answer my question?"

You shifted your position to face him and damn, you could've swooned right there. His nose bridge was perfectly straight and the only curve was the upturn between his nostrils. His lips were a luscious baby pink and his eyes a golden brown. Coupled with his confident aura, this man was hot.

"Enjoying the view? I don't blame you."

You smiled in amusement, "If you must know, that wasn't my boyfriend, that was my cousin."

"Oh, well that's good news for me."

"And may I ask why?"

He looked you up and down before biting his lip and saying, "That means you're free to take."

You couldn't help but get embarrassed at his statement and suddenly, you wondered why you hadn't called a taxi yet. "You're very... confident with your words sir."

"It's my specialty." He smirked again but this time, it was a bit lazy, which made him seem more attractive to you. "Are you waiting for someone?"

You got out your phone and started to call a local cab agency, "No, I've got to order a cab."

Unexpectedly, he gently took the phone from your hands and ended the call just as the number had answered. "Don't worry about it, sweetheart. I've got a car."

Even though you had just met this guy, you decided to accept his offer. He told you that his name was Bokuto Koutarou, which had a nice ring to it once you got used to the pronunciation. You told him your address and before you knew it, you were back home. "Hey, I didn't even give you directions."

"Well, sweetheart, that's because I live right next door to you." He said it so casually as if it was a mystery why you hadn't met each other till then.

"What?! Since when?"

"We moved in last month but since I'm always having practice, I usually come back home later than everyone else in the neighbourhood. Anyways, it was nice meeting you, pretty lady. I'll be sure to see you again."

You exited his car and walked to your porch chuckling at the odds. You had a feeling there was more to happen than you thought.

Weeks went by and it turned out that your room was directly across Bokuto's, which meant that you could wave to each other through your windows every morning when you got ready. He'd be wearing his uniform to go to his school and so would you when you saw each other before leaving.

He didn't take his car though, which meant that you couldn't get any more car rides from him. But it was probably for the best since you couldn't stop having dirty thoughts about him. It's how your day would start, seeing as you imagined having his school tie wrapped around your neck while he pulled you towards his face so you could-

See?

Sometimes you would have conversations through your windows but they were often short seeing as you were both in your final year and had to study for the last exams and for some reason, everytime he cut your chats short to go back to the books, it made your heart pound.

But it wasn't to say that it wasn't the same for him. Seeing you in that short, plaid skirt did something to him and he didn't particularly enjoy having a boner while going to Fukurodani High.

One day, he came back home early since there wasn't any practice and saw you changing through your window. Well, not exactly, but he could see your silhouette through your thin curtains and my, my, did he not almost drool.

You took off your shirt first and threw it on your chair, then your skirt came off next. The curve of your spine blended perfectly with the rounded shape of your butt and he subconsciously bit his lip while his eyes stayed glued to your form. He guessed that you were now only in your underwear and the thigh high socks you had to wear and his pants immediately felt tighter at the image. "Fuck."

Before you continued to take anything else off, he turned away and went to go have a cold shower. Deep down, he was nervous wreck. The confidence was natural to him but when it came to you... it seemed that it was wearing thin.

Only a few days went by and Bokuto caught you every time after school when you were changing. He felt like a pervert for using the short scene to masturbate every single night.

That saturday, your mother asked you to go take over some muffins to the house next door, because she had met the parents of the home earlier that week. You were fine with it until you realised that it was the Bokuto Residence and you would see... him.

Softly, you knocked on the door and unbeknownst to you, a shirtless Bokuto Koutarou answered the door. Both your eyes widened, his with shock and yours with embarrassment. He was sweating and you watched as a few drops travelled down his hard chest, six-pack abs and into his shorts via his very prominent v-line. "Woah..."

"Hey, hey, hey. Nice to see you in front of me again, pretty lady."

He propped his elbow on the side of the door so you could see his laterals and biceps become more prominent and you felt yourself swallow. "Uh- my, uh- mom. Cupcakes. Bring over. I–"

He took the container from you and opened it, while raising an eyebrow. Inside were red velvet cupcakes, with white, cream icing on top and they looled good so he took one. One bite in, he closed his eyes and moaned, "Mmm, sweetheart, that's delicious."

When he opened his eyes, they were lazier as he licked the icing on his lip off. "T-thanks. I'll tell her that..."

You left immediately after that and as soon as you entered your room, jumped onto your bed and screamed into the pillow. Even Bokuto heard it from his kitchen while finished his 3rd cupcake and he furrowed his eyebrows.

You couldn't believe you saw him like that. He looked so... hot. His black and white hair was drenched in sweat and instead of classically being styled up, it fell over his forehead. Not to mention his amazing body and the... the veins that disappeared into his shorts.

"What the hell? What just happened?"

You stared at the ceiling for longer than you thougt and before you knew it, it was nighttime. Looking over to Bokuto's window, you saw that it wasn't covered by curtains. His bedroom door opened and he plopped onto his bed without noticing you. You were about to greet when he flopped onto his back and suddenly, his dick sprung up in the air.

What. The. Fuck?

You were frozen in astonishment and it was worse when you saw his hand start to slowly move up and down his shaft. He was moaning softly from the little you could hear through the open window and before you knew it, he was thrusting into his hand. He seemed so desperate trying to catch his high that you clenched your thighs as you felt yourself get wet.

"Mm, fuck, Y/N!"

And he exploded. You saw his cum shoot up into the air before it landed somewhere, you didn't know the exact place but, as soon as it happened, you closed your curtains and went to your shower.

Bokuto heard the noise but when he looked back, nothing was out of the ordinary. Except... his window. Wide open. "Shit."

When you were done with your (cold) shower, you saw a text from Bokuto that read:

Bokuto Koutarou: Hey, did you hear anything weird today?

You: what do you mean?

Bokuto Koutarou: like... from my house.

You contemplated your answer before responding.

You: nope.

He left the message on read and let out a huge sigh of relief. Thank God you didn't hear him or else he would've buried himself alive.

Both of you went to sleep feeling weird that night; none of you knew of the rest to come.

On Sunday, you were home alone and suddenly remembered that your mom asked you to fetch your container from the Bokutos before she left on a business trip. "Oh shit!"

You went over immediately, without thinking of what you were wearing and knocked. Luckily, Mrs Bokuto answered the door but she looked as if she was leaving. "Hi Mrs Bokuto. May I please fetch my mom's container?"

"Oh, of course, darling. Me and my husband are going away on holiday for the week and we have to leave for the airport now so help yourself, please? It's on the counter. The kitchen is to the right."

With that, she exited her house and her husband followed with two suitcases on either of his hands. He smiled in acknowledgement and without any more time to waste, their white Lexus sped off.

Like she said, you helped yourself in and went to the said kitchen. You were glad it was easy to spot the container because it really was on the counter. But what you didn't particularly enjoy was freezing when you heard a familiar voice speaking to you.

"Hey, hey, hey, pretty lady. Any reason why you're in my house?"

You turned and saw Bokuto Koutarou leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. Thankfully he was dressed today. "Bokuto. Hi. I'm here to fetch my mom's container."

"Oh. And here I thought you were here to visit me."

You smiled sheepishly and started moving forward, container in hand. As you were about to exit the room, he moved in front of you, arms still crossed.

"Um..." you stepped to the side but he followed you. "Can I get passed?"

"No."

"Wh-"

"You can't get passed. I'm tired of playing your games, pretty lady."

"Bokuto-"

"Koutarou. Call me by my name."

For some reason, his hostile behaviour was making you... horny? The way he crossed his arms so his jacket stuck to his muscles like a second skin; the way his jaw was locked as he looked down on you with his golden eyes. The way he towered over you with his legs apart, his stance mimicking that of a predator about to catch its prey.

"Go on. Say it."

You hesitated and stammered. Instead of you usual strong voice, his name came out as a defeated whisper, "Koutarou..."

He took the container in your hands and threw it into the counter so that it banged against the wall between the cupboards and the former. You flinched at the loud sound, but impressed with how good his aim was. He took steps forward which made you step back in turn. This continued until your back hit the island in the middle of the kitchen and you had nowhere else to go. "You know what I'm talking about right?"

It sounded more like a statement than a question. "No..." You had a feeling that:

"I know, y/n. I know you saw."

"Saw what?" You didn't know why you were still acting clueless because it didn't seem to be working. But what made you finally succumb to his interrogation was when he forced his knee between your thighs and pressed his body against yours.

It was hot. Or was it you? Maybe him? You couldn't think straight with his cologne engulfing you. "Mmm... just like you to get sll flustered. You know how cute you look when that happens? Now I'm going to give you one more chance to admit to your actions."

"I... I did see." You sighed.

"Mhm. Tell me what you saw, pretty lady."

You closed your eyes and went limp, "I saw you cum. When you said my name."

He grabbed your thighs and lifted you so you could sit on the counter of the island, situating himself between your legs. "And did you enjoy that, princess?"

"I don't know."

He squeezed your waist.

"I think you're lying." He moved his head so that his lips were by your ear. "You know what I hate? It's how you don't know how sexy you are to me. Look at you." He was speaking so lowly and slowly that you were hooked on his every word– it was making your pussy quiver. "You think you can come into my house wearing that thin fucking sundress?"

Suddenly, his other hand moved under your dress, caressing your thigh and stopped at the apex where he rubbed his thumb back and forth on the soft skin.

"You don't even have any panties on." You could feel his smirk against your ear. "It's like you knew you were going to see me."

He pulled back and you could breathe again. He walked away, his large back moving further and further away from you as he stopped his antics. "Bokut- Koutarou, wait!"

He stopped and craned his head. He had such a beautiful side profile.

"I did see. And... I liked it. I liked it a lot. In fact, I've fantasized about you so many times since we met and I can't take it anymore."

"So what am I supposed to do about that, sweetheart?"

"Bokuto Koutarou... please fuck me."

It sounded like a plea for help and honestly, it was all he needed to unleash himself. The next few moments were a blur for you because you went from being on the island to being in Koutarou's bed, watching him strip down to nothing without shame.

"Koutarou." You breathed when you saw his dick – it looked even bigger than before. Was that going to fit inside you?

"I'll make it fit, princess." He grinned and beckoned you over to him at the edge of the bed.

You crawled on all fours, feeling your dress ride up over your ass and it was met with cold air. So now you were face to cock with Bokuto Koutarou and it looked like you were about to know the true meaning of choking.

"You're staring at it like you want it in your mouth." He caressed your cheek and let his thumb run along your bottom lip, pulling it down before releasing it. His strong hand grabbed a hold of his hard shaft and you felt a sudden slap against your face. "Is that what you want, princess?"

He slapped you with his dick. Due to the size of it, it was a bit painful but instead of feeling offended, you felt your wetness drip down your thighs. It was still in his hand, but this time, when he moved it, he placed the tip against your lips.

"Hm? You want this cock down your throat?"

You were looking up at him with your pretty brown eyes that looked like they were tearing up and it turned him on to no end.

He leaned over and to your surprise, swiped his hand across your slit from behind, collecting a sticky puddle of your wetness in his hand and placing it on his dick. Your eyes widened as he coated his shaft with it while your lips were still on his tip. "I'm gonna need you to be a good girl for me and take my cock well, okay?"

You nodded without hesitation and finally, you opened your mouth. In went his dick and you gagged immediately at the shear size as it touched the back of your throat. It was already slippery due to the coat of your juices but one thing was prominent.

"Can you taste yourself on my cock, baby? Hm? Do you like it? The way you're slobbered all over my dick?"

You couldn't do anything except blow him. Your cheeks hollowed out as you took him in and out, and in and out. Eventually he had his head thrown back and he was moaning out every other word like "baby", "fuck", and "you're killing me, princess".

It was another 5 minutes before he had enough and he pushed you onto your back, spread your legs as wide as they could and dived into your cunt. "Fuck, Bokuto!"

He slapped your thigh hardly which led you to yelp, making you wonder what you did to deserve it. "I told you to call me by my name."

You understood him perfectly. But the way his tongue moved against your clit didn't warrant any say of his name, or any word, even. All you sounded like was "Mmm" and "yes" and "please"; it was music to his ears. He coupled his tongue movements with two fingers inside you. You were tight around them so that he could barely separate them but the way he curled them towards himself hit a spot you didn't know you had. "Ohhhh my God, Koutarou."

"That's right, say my name, princess." He growled against your clit. He started getting more aggressive as time went on and eventually, he started hitting you on your abdomen, your thighs, and even your clit. Your nipples were straining against your dress as you arched your back, feeling a particular knot get tighter and tighter.

"Koutarou, I'm going to-"

"Do it, baby. Cum on my face."

He sucked and fucked until you did as he said, hips locking as lapped his tongue along your slit while you rode out your orgasm. Your legs were trembling by the end of it but he didn't feel like giving you a break.

"I'm going to fuck you so good, princess." He said as he climbed over you, kissing you deeply and letting you taste yourself on his lips. His tongue entered excitedly and he moaned into your mouth. Your dress was long gone now seeing as he ripped it straight down the middle.

Your chests were pressed together so your boobs were against his pecs and it felt so good to you that you let out a small mewl. While he planted kisses and bites down your neck, you caught your breath and looked up to the ceiling to see... a mirror. There was a mirror on the ceiling and that meant you could see everything that was happening.

Your worn out face. Koutarou's back muscles rippling as he paid attention to your chest and neck; his ass that you could imagine gripping onto as he thrusted hard into you.

He stopped what he was doing and looked into your eyes, "Are you ready?"

"For what?- Ohhhhh." You looked at your own face through the mirror above as he slowly pushed himself in. The stretch of your cunt felt so good that it hurt and you couldn't help but cry. "Fuck, Koutarou."

"Say it again." He started thrusting, "Say my name again."

"Koutarouuuu." You droned out.

His hips moved relentlessly. It seemed that he was waiting for this for a long time and now you understood why. It felt so good. "I fit so perfectly inside you, princess."

As his dick slipped in again, he hit the spot from earlier except, it felt so much more intense. "Yes, Koutarou, do it again."

And so he did. He was moaning along with you, whispering dirty words into your ear and the deeper he went inside you, the closer you were to cumming. You pushed his shoulders up so that you could see his face and as soon as you made eye contact, he smiled. It was so devilish and hedonistic and it fit him perfectly.

He bit his lip as he looked down to see yourselves colliding. In, out. In, out. That's what his dick was doing. In and out of your squelching pussy and so easily, that he could've sworn that your hole was made for him. "Koutarou, I'm going to cum again."

"That's a good girl. Do it for me, princess. Cum on my cock."

He went back to thrusting deeply and languidly and as you watched his big form move above you, you went over the edge creamed with him inside you. "Oh yes, oh yes, Koutarou, I love it."

"You love it?" He asked as he pumped through your climax.

"Yes, baby, I do. Give it to me, more, please, Koutarou."

He groaned, "I love it when you say my name. Can I cum inside, princess?"

"You ca- do whatever you want, Ko- koutarou." You belted out as more orgasms overtook you.

"Say it again."

"KOUTAROU, MY GOD!!!"

That was what it took for him to cum inside you. He stayed in there for a while, sweat dripping from his chin onto your face. Your bodies were sticky and sweaty from his sex and it both of you were worn out.

"Koutarou..." you started but were interrupted by him pulling out and roughly turning you onto your stomach.

He pulled your hips up so you were face down, ass up and licked his lips when he saw your combined cum squeezing out of your cunt. "Round Two, pretty lady."

I guess, you were the only one worn out?

[stellarrmoon]

Daddy Kakashi

Headcanon

Okay so Kakashi would be such a good daddy dom

Mans has been alive for a long time so he definitely has learnt how to treat people

And that includes his princess

When you're in subspace, he'd let you cling to him as he read Makeout Paradise

Wrap your legs and arms around his body like a monkey and rest your head on his chest

He'd keep one hand on your back and softly rub it, enjoying your soft breaths as you get totally comfortable on him

He'll be so warm, and occasionally look away from his book to see you starting to fall asleep

He know show needy you get when you're in this headspace and he doesn't make you feel bad for it

He makes you feel so comfortable, speaks to you in a softer tone than usual, gives you extra attention, and just makes you feel like you deserve the world

But when you get horny, you become demanding and he knows exactly how to set you straight

When you're on him, you'll start to grind against his crotch and he'll smack your ass as a warning not to tempt him

But you keep doing it cause that's how bratty you are and you let out little moans and mewls because it feels that good

"Daddy..."

You'd call out for him softly and eventually he'd put his book down and flip you over so that you're on your back

Hed kiss your neck so softly and dry hump you just to make you satisfied for the time being

"Does that feel good, princess?", "you're so good for me, baby.", "you sound so pretty"

He'd grind on your clit until you cum and then he'd clean you up afterwards, then go right back to cuddling with you.

He'd be so attentive and caring and just...

Perfect.